6 Bullets Page #3

so now you work for me.

Take it off.

Everything.

Is there a problem?

Please. I can't.

The next time you don't

do what you're told,

I take this knife...

You know the drill.

Test them out and put them to work.

Da?

Your retard cousin is drawing

too much heat. Shut him down.

The Al Khabiri thing

could be worth millions.

I have made up my mind.

It's not worth the risk.

Shut it down or I will find

someone else who will.

Hello?

It's me. I need a GPS

trace on a cell phone.

That's not easy.

I will have to go into work.

Okay, get moving

and I will text you the number.

I will also need any information on

someone or something called Al Khabiri.

Fine. Anything else, Dad?

You want me back? This is me back.

What's going on?

Come on, what's going on?

Change of plans, we're shutting down.

What?

- Bogdanov wants out.

- No. The money's too big.

That old f***'s just too rich and scared

to follow through.

- I see who's got the balls around here.

- F*** off.

- You shut the f*** up.

- Who needs Bogdanov?

We have got the merchandise.

A virgin. American blonde.

We have exactly what they wanted.

You see this? It's our ticket.

We call the guy. We make our own deal.

Shut up.

Do you want to be a lackey

for the rest of your life,

or are you ready to make some real money?

Tell you one thing, cousin,

you sure got yourself a live one.

Stop, stop, stop.

I told you, smart women are trouble.

Please.

Now what do I tell your mother?

Hold.

Let him through.

- The girl?

- Well, see for yourself.

One of Bogdanov's recruiters

and his sometime girlfriend.

In here.

Her face is gone. You sure it's her?

We're checking the DNA samples

from the parents.

It's Bogdanov. He shut it down.

I heard him giving the order.

And you did not think to call us?

Of course not. Always the cowboy.

Stick to what you know, butcher.

Did the coordinates work?

Was she here?

Yeah.

I just don't understand.

Why would they...

I mean, if it is her...

Why would they want to...

it seems that whoever took her

felt under pressure.

Afraid that they're going to be found out.

Someone pushed them too hard, I guess.

I am sorry.

The DNA match is positive. It's her.

It's not your fault, Dad.

It's not your fault.

Come on, let's go.

- You can go. I will be fine.

- I think it's better if I stay.

You put me up to this.

You knew I was no good.

A girl is dead now.

It's your fault, too.

It's not my fault.

It's not your fault either, Dad.

Get away from here.

Get the f*** out of here.

A butcher with feelings. Who knew?

Do it.

- You will be doing me a favor.

- We're not here for favors.

Here to punish you.

Come to my home.

You kill my men.

You threaten me. Mutilate me.

The DNA match is...

You really do want to die.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

What are you doing here anyway?

- I was worried about you.

- The girl.

What is it? What's going on?

- I need you to drive.

- To drive?

- Let's go.

- Okay.

- All right, please stay away from us.

- It's about your daughter.

You're drunk. Get the f*** out of here.

Hey, give him a chance, all right?

Listen to him. Please.

Your daughter, she always

wear her bracelet on the right.

What?

Does Becky wear her bracelet

on her right hand?

I think so.

In all the photos,

her bracelet always on the right wrist.

When they found her, it

was on the left wrist.

It's a setup. It's all too neat.

Girls are nothing to them.

They killed another blonde girl

and made her look like Becky.

I think your daughter's not dead.

What's the point?

Why would they fake her death?

It's simple.

You kidnap an American girl here,

you have too much heat.

How do you stop people from looking,

but still profit from the girl?

You fake her death,

everyone stops looking.

The DNA, it matched.

A man once told me,

everything is for sale in this country.

Don't fight it.

Hey, Doctor.

I believe you know

Mr. and Mrs. Fayden, right?

Please. What's going on?

You look worried.

I don't understand.

Are you sure our DNA

matched the dead girl's?

Yes, of course.

Where's my daughter?

She's dead.

Please.

Who paid you off,

you lying piece of sh*t?

Please. I am not...

You are going to tell me,

or I will rip your balls

off right f***ing now.

Who paid you?

Stelu. It was Stelu.

Who's that?

I will explain on the way.

We have to get going.

- Please.

- Shut up.

Hey, kid. It's me.

I need to know what Stelu would want

with a kidnapped American girl.

Yeah, that's what I said. Stelu.

Yeah, and his connection

to whatever that Al Khabiri thing is.

Be careful.

Please.

Even Stelu cannot protect you from me.

Time to go.

Pull.

Pull.

Hello, Doctor.

What?

I am sorry, you will have to speak up.

Your teeth?

I see. That is unfortunate.

No, no, there's nothing to worry about.

I appreciate your honesty.

I will take care of it.

Your plan is falling apart.

What do you know about a butcher?

Bogdanov said he will take care of him.

He didn't.

This butcher is now with the parents.

Together, they leaned on the good doctor,

who was indiscreet enough to mention me.

Not good.

Maybe the girl is not worth it.

I could incentivize the

sheik in other ways.

Let me fix it.

You may need to find them first.

If this butcher is local

and he has heard my name,

I am sure by now he understands

the predicament they are in,

even if the parents do not.

I will find them.

I'd appreciate that.

Because keeping my name out of this

is more important to me than the girl,

the Al Khabiri deal, everything.

Are we clear on this?

Absolutely.

Pull.

Stelu's official title

is the Deputy Minister of Defense.

But his real job is number two man

at State Security.

The secret police.

Why would they want to kidnap Becky?

That's what I need to figure out.

Can't we go over this Stelu guy's head?

The guy who invited me here

said he knows the prime minister.

No phone calls, no contact with anyone.

But what would they want with us?

Either by bribery or torture,

the doctor told Stelu

his name has been revealed.

He will protect himself at any cost.

- Whose place is this?

- It's a safe house.

My son arrange it until he get

clearance to move you to the embassy.

Look, my daughter is out there. I am

not going to be hiding in this house.

I can't protect you

and look for her at the same time.

- Did you ever use one of these?

- No.

I have.

My dad was army.

This is insane. We can't do this alone.

I am going to reach out to the police

to see who we can trust.

If anyone besides me or my son

show up here, shoot him dead.

Stelu's people can trace anything here.

So no phone calls,

no contact with the outside. Okay?

Okay.

- Hey, where'd you get those?

- What?

The sunglasses. They're mine.

Mine now.

Wait.

Want them back? What do I get?

No, not the glasses.

Did they keep my other stuff?

You know, like my wallet, my phone.

Some advice. Don't do anything stupid.

They want you pure for some big shot.

But remember,

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