The Grey Man sighs.
THE GREY MAN
What is it, then? Denial? Have you somehow convinced yourself that you and your buddies aren’t just a group of vicious thugs? That your boss isn’t a murderous amoral psychopath without any redeeming qualities?
Jimmy looks up from the floor and stares at the Grey Man.
And what’s your boss like, huh?
The Grey Man laughs.
THE GREY MAN
Oh, look who found his balls. And yeah, my boss is a prick, but we already talked about this. I’m under no delusions about him or me or anyone else being a good person. If I don’t do this, no one else will. And then the people who don’t give a damn about anything, like your friend Francisco, and the people who genuinely mean harm to the world, like the cartel he’s in bed with and the NGO’s they’re buddy-buddy with, win. And I won’t stand by and do nothing because you think you’re entitled to drugs and money and hands full of fingers.
There’s no good guys in this world, but if there were, I’d be one, and you and your friends most certainly would not.
INT. A KITCHEN – AFTERNOON
ALEX, a child, and Francisco are sitting at the kitchen table. Alex is doing his homework while Francisco looks on, occasionally offering pieces of advice.
Young Jimmy and Young Robert enter the room, looking concerned and annoyed respectively.
Tuco said you wanted to see us?
Yeah, give me a minute. I’m busy.
Francisco goes back to helping Alex with his homework. Young Robert frowns in irritation.
Hey, come on, man. Tuco said it was important. What’s going on?
Francisco’s face twists up in anger. He looks ready to explode, but a quick glance at Alex calms him somewhat.
I said I’m busy! We’re doing math right now, alright? Give me a minute.