[Juan runs to escape a horde of revolutionaries, but is grabbed by John]
John H. Mallory:
Where are you goin', for Christ's sake?
Juan Miranda:
I don't know. I don't know, but something's wrong! I went into the bank. But when I go in the bank, there's nothing there, no money, nothing.
John H. Mallory:
Oh, well, the bank and the money were transferred to Mexico City over a month ago. Well, they've been using this place for a political prison ever since.
[Juan suddenly cocks his gun at John, who chuckles]
Juan Miranda:
What do you mean, a political prison?
John H. Mallory:
Well, I never said a thing about money. All I asked you was if you wanted to get inside.
Juan Miranda:
But you know that this bank is my life! This is my dream!
John H. Mallory:
Well, the reality of that is... you just liberated a hundred and fifty patriots through sheer courage in the face of danger.
[giggles]
John H. Mallory:
Ah, yes... you're a grand hero of the revolution now. Viva Miranda.
[the cheering crowd lifts Juan onto its shoulders]
Juan Miranda:
I don't wanna be a hero! All I want is the money, the money!
John H. Mallory:
VIVA MIRANDA!
Juan Miranda:
You taught me one thing!
John H. Mallory:
[laughing]
What?
Juan Miranda:
How to get FUCKED!
[gives John the finger]
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