6 Bullets Page #2

Roma Entertainment.

At a press conference this morning,

Fayden and his wife Monica

made an impassioned plea

for their daughter's return.

We beg anyone with

information on this case

to please come forward.

My promoter has kindly offered

a $10,000 reward for anyone

with verifiable information

on Becky's whereabouts,

and our friends and family

have generously doubled that offer.

Becky, if you're out there,

know that we're going to find you.

And we're going to bring you home.

Thank you.

We're closed.

We're not here to buy meat.

We're looking for...

Samson Gaul.

He's dead.

Are you sure, because they

just gave us this...

The man you're looking

for is no longer here.

You were in the Legion.

You're Samson Gaul.

Sorry, ma'am. I can't help you.

Look, buddy,

I don't know what your problem is,

and I don't even care,

we need your f***ing help, man.

Our daughter is missing.

She's just a child.

The police say they found nothing.

The cops are your best bet.

Money? You want some money?

Because, you know, look, that's okay.

It seems like everything else

in this country is for sale,

so is this enough motivation?

The man from the American Embassy

suggested that we talk to you.

Do I look like the man who can help?

Come on. It's a waste of time.

Mr. Gaul, please.

We were told that you

were the best at this.

Look, if you want a steak, come to me.

If you want to find your daughter,

go to the cops.

Believe me, you're better without me.

The man from the embassy,

that would be you?

Who else?

Since when do you babysit tourists?

It's a small embassy. We all help out.

Look, these people need you, all right?

The cops have nothing.

The raids do nothing.

The real bad guys are protected.

Your friend, the inspector?

Well, let's just say he's got the

finesse of a bull in a china shop.

Why don't you dig around?

I am a paper pusher

with security clearance.

I don't have your flexibility

or your skill set.

Sorry, I can't. You know I can't.

The girl is 14 years old.

It's been over 24 hours.

Dad, she's running out of time.

She needs you, all right?

- Plus, you need this.

- I can't.

- Stay out of it.

- Do you enjoy seeing dead people?

Do you? Do you enjoy seeing dead people?

Hey, if I want bullshit psychology,

I will call your mother.

Well, if you don't help people anymore,

then all you are is a goddamn butcher.

Your grandpa was a butcher.

People need meat.

This girl, have you seen her?

She's my daughter.

My name is the right money.

You have seen her?

Thank you.

Hey, sweetie,

you want to buy me a drink?

- No, thanks.

- Okay.

Excuse me.

Yes?

This girl, have you seen her?

Nope.

Are you sure? Take a better look.

The woman outside, the gypsy lady...

No such thing as gypsy lady.

They're all whores.

- And thieves.

- Thieving whores.

Sorry, I did not see her.

Why would the lady outside

say that she saw her?

Mister, that gypsy witch outside

has not been sober in three years.

Also, it's an easy mistake to make.

They all blondes here.

You see? Golden girls.

That's what we call the place.

Have you seen her anywhere around here?

Wow. She is... How you say...

Hot.

Hot.

She's my daughter.

Why you let her

come to a place like this?

I tell you, American economy, very bad.

Sending kids to make extra money.

If your daughter come here,

you're not very good father.

What'd you say to me?

Come on, partner, time to go.

Come on, I got you.

How'd you find me?

Finding people, it's what I do.

Plus, it wasn't hard.

Not many Americans running around clubs,

pissing people off.

All right, so now you want to help?

Are you sober?

Until I find your daughter.

Then, we will see.

Why'd you change your mind?

It's the right thing to do.

One more thing, I work alone.

You're a good fighter...

But you make lots of noise.

I can see you coming miles away.

What, and they can't see you?

They never do.

We have a lead.

Your daughter was most likely

taken out of the hotel in the ambulance

that you saw when you

first ran down looking for her.

They said it was an older lady.

They were either mistaken,

or the kidnappers

dyed your daughter's hair

when they drugged her unconscious.

We now know that

the guest listed as calling the ambulance

never actually stayed at the hotel.

And you're just figuring this out now?

It's been two days.

Mrs. Fayden, I share your frustration.

Do you?

Becky could be halfway

across the world by now.

And no one's asked for a ransom.

So the chances of this being a trafficking

case are 80 to 90% more likely.

Mrs. Fayden, the statistics on

the internet, they are not...

The recovery rate for kidnapped children

after 24 hours drops to 46%.

That's less than half.

Constantin, give us a moment.

Mr. and Mrs. Fayden,

let me, as you say, cut to the chase.

I have learned you have hired

a private consultant.

Mr. Samson Gaul.

At this point, we can use

all the help we can get.

I would not place your trust

in this man. Why?

Because he might actually

get some results?

Make you look bad?

He is not a detective.

He is an ex-mercenary. A hired killer.

Do you really want such a man

working for you?

I will hire the goddamn devil himself

if it gets my daughter back.

I hope you do not come

to regret your decision.

His last recovery effort resulted

in the deaths of four girls.

Two the same age as Becky.

Two younger.

Although we may not be moving

as quickly as you imagine we should,

I want you to know,

it is my number one priority

to get your daughter back to you safely.

I just thought you should

have all the facts.

Well, we will take that under advisement.

I understand.

I will send someone to take you home.

I will call you later.

- Good evening.

- It's a little late for delivery.

I know, but the overtime is worth it.

Please.

Sign here.

Guys. Keep your eyes open.

Something's up with the monitors.

Stop.

Stop. Stop.

Who's guarding the back?

Up.

What the f***?

Boss, come on, let's get you

to the vault. Who are they?

I don't know, but we can't

take any chances. Come on.

It's the f***ing Russians. Got to be.

Get more guys over here.

Done.

You may not feel it yet,

but you will soon.

It's a reminder of the most important

person in your life as of right now.

You know who I am?

That's why I am here.

I want the man in charge.

Where is she?

American girl.

- Not my thing.

- Then who?

I don't know.

Never touch Americans.

Bad for business.

F***ing cops raiding my

clubs for days now.

Competition.

- Who wants to hurt you?

- Russians.

Always trying to move in.

The only reason you're alive

is because you have a job to do.

- I told you...

- Shut up.

You run the city.

You find this girl as quickly as possible.

And you bring her back to her parents

by this time tomorrow.

If not, I will come back here and

I will carve out your eyes one by one.

Am I clear?

Yeah.

Your passport is proof of who you are.

You're no one now.

I pay good money for you,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes