- I've got his breakfast. - Coming.
- So who's this going to? - Over here.
- Ooh. - Fuck off.
- Relax, Eddie. - Yeah, where has the love gone? Good-bye.
You know, you're gonna be testifying for about ten days.
We could just decide to stop feeding your ass.
You expect me to be grateful for spending the rest of my life looking over my shoulder?
Wow, that's-- that's heavy, Eddie.
Can't you for one second imagine that none of this had happened, that my drugs had gone through?
What would be the harm?
Huh? What would be the harm?
A few people get high who are getting high anyway.
Your partner's still alive.
We don't have to have breakfast together.
Don't you see this means nothing?
Your whole life is pointless.
You're really breaking my heart.
- The worst part about you, Monty-- - "Monty"?
The worst part about you, Monty,
is you realize the futility of what you're doing, and you do it anyway.
Wish you could see how transparent you are.
This food tastes like shit.
So, take your stank ass and go get a shower already.
Let me tell you something.
You only got to me because you were tipped off by the Juarez cartel...
who's trying to break into Tijuana.
- You are helping them. Uh-huh. - Mmm.
So, remember, you work for a drug dealer too, Monty.
- Fuck me.
- Who is it? - Breakfast.
Hurry up. It's getting cold.
Okay. One second.
- Get the fuck down ! - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey !
- Get down ! Get the fuck down ! - Hey, hey, I'm on your side !
- What the fuck? - Oh, shit. Call an ambulance.
- Call an ambulance ! Fuck ! - Palms up. Spread your damn hands out.
- Shit ! Eddie !
Hold on.
Oh, shit ! Hurry up with that ambulance !
Shit. Hold on. Hold on.
Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
because of the sudden death of Eduardo Ruiz,
the people have determined that we cannot continue our case against Carl Ayala.
Oh ! Oh !
Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you.