:12:02
Go on.
Open it up.
:12:05
Come on.
:12:13
It's a photo
of Travis Alfred Walker.
:12:17
Stanford dropout,
treasure hunter.
:12:19
Only, to date, the only thing
he's found is trouble.
:12:25
Did you say, "Walker"?
My son.
:12:27
He's from my third marriage.
Lasted about three minutes.
:12:31
That picture was taken
about two months ago.
:12:34
Some gold mining town called El Dorado,
down in the middle of the Amazon.
:12:38
How much?
250 large.
:12:40
- With that kind of money,
invite him back yourself.
- The boy doesn't trust me.
:12:45
- Kidnapping's gonna help.
- Is that sarcasm?
:12:50
You wanna be sarcastic,
you do it to your monkey friends.
:12:54
You do not do it to me!
:12:56
Do you understand?
:13:02
I'm sorry, Billy.
:13:05
You're goddamn right
you are.
:13:11
- What'd he do?
- Pissed off the wrong people.
:13:16
I don't have to
remind you what happens
when you do that, do I?
:13:21
So I bought him
some forgiveness.
:13:23
But if I don't bring him
back here to face the music,
:13:26
you know damn well
that I can't carry a tune.
:13:30
So, you deliver
my boy back here.
:13:33
You bring him
right through that door,
:13:36
you walk out of this house
a free man...
:13:40
with a restaurant.
:13:43
His final words
:13:47
Don't take your guns to town, son
:13:51
Leave your guns at home, Bill
:13:56
Don't take your guns to town