6 Ways to Die Page #2

with all these questions?

- Now, I'll be in touch.

- Okay.

All right.

18 seconds.

Hey, I need backup.

Wilshire and Graham. I'm going in.

DEA, drop the gun! Drop the gun!

Drop your gun! Drop your gun!

Drop your gu...

- Drop your gun!

- Oh, f***.

Put your hands where I can see them.

Put your goddamn hands up!

F*** you!

F***! F*** me.

F***.

F***!

Seora...

It's little hiccup.

Let's delay the operation.

You mean the operation that's currently

taking place in the hospital?

- Are you a surgeon, now?

- The f*** are you talking about?

You shot her. I told you

to kidnap her, not shoot her.

Now she's in intensive care.

I gave you specific instructions,

which you did not follow.

All I wanna know from you...

is when and where do I get my money?

Good question.

Now, my question to you is

who's gonna get to you first?

Me, or Sonny Garcia?

This shouldn't have happened, Steph.

I shouldn't have gotten you

into this life.

It's over now. There's no more pain.

It'll be over for me as soon.

But first I have

to take care of something.

I'll see you on the other side.

I love you.

How's the club business going?

How's the pharmaceutical business going?

Got five hundred coming in next week.

Can you take it?

No.

That's cool, I'll split it..

It's still a no.

Let's cut to the chase.

He sent me here to give you a message.

Boss down south?

Not very pleased with you.

Wants to know why

you haven't handled that situation?

He also wants to know...

why you're not taking his calls, Sonny.

Well, first of all...

tell him I'm not taking his calls because

I've already told him what my decision is.

It's not gonna happen.

He wants a war,

he might as well bring it on, 'cause

I'm already preparing to bring it to him.

You give him my message.

Loud and clear, because I don't think

he understood me the first time.

Secondly, don't you ever refer to me as

Sonny again, or I'll put two in your head.

Get the f*** out of my house.

He's giving you one week.

One week,

or he handles it himself.

The choice is yours.

My decision's been made.

Seora.

That didn't seem pretty friendly.

And you are?

I'm sorry. I'm Snia, and you?

You always make it a point

to snoop on other peoples' business?

I wouldn't call it snooping.

Some things just naturally

draw our attention.

And so do some people.

Is that your wife?

Beautiful woman.

Who are you with?

No one. Just me.

Then how did you get in?

A woman can achieve

anything she desires.

Not everything is attainable.

Maybe for some.

This woman can get everything she wants.

F***ing do not even play.

What the f***?

I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up.

I'm sorry.

Is this Yves Saint Laurent?

I love a handsome man with good taste.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't speak my mind

in front of your girlfriend?

Some things are better left unsaid?

Girlfriend?

Oh, no, no, I barely know this b*tch.

F***ing a**hole.

- May I buy you a drink?

- Oh, I think you may.

- Well, what's your weapon of choice?

- What?

Sorry, I guess that's an American thing.

What kind of drink do you like?

I'm sorry.

I'm having whatever you're having.

- Is that okay?

- That's a good choice, baby.

Oh, baby again. I love you Americans.

- One more.

- Thank you.

I need to go to the restroom.

You're not going to leave me, are you?

No.

Nice piece of ass right there, bro.

You're the f***ing man.

Damn right, I'm the f***ing man.

That'll be 30 bucks, fellas.

- My f***ing wallet, dude.

- Dude, you just had it.

I know I just had it, it's f***ing gone.

- The f***ing Russian b*tch stole your wallet.

- No f***ing way, dude.

Pretty f***ing b*tch took my wallet.

Nice job on the quick turnaround.

You got it, baby.

I've got a Asian customer

been dying for this one.

He's a cheap motherf***er, though.

Relax.

I always take care of you,

don't I?

Somebody left this for you.

- Who gave this to you?

- Some kid dropped it off.

By the way,

this ain't a f***ing post office.

I don't know you, and you don't know me.

Get it?

Hello, Olivia.

Get in, let's have a chat.

Who are you? How do you know me?

I got a score for you.

Get in, and I'll give you the details.

How do you know I'm not wired?

Because a million dollar score

is worth more than a wire to a cop.

Now, you get in, or I f*** off.

I've never heard of a no-split deal.

What's your game?

I get what I want,

you get what you want.

What is that you want?

Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

You ever heard of him?

Nope.

Well, he's got something

that should've been mine.

I want you to get it for me.

What's the score?

A necklace.

The million dollar necklace?

Yeah.

How much is worth a man's freedom.

Vmanos.

It means the world to him.

I need you to rid him of it.

So...

just to make sure, you want me to take

that necklace and walk away?

No split.

- No split.

- Why?

Because he bought that chain in blood.

The bosses have a lot of pull in Mexico.

It was too easy for them

to pin her murder on me.

One phone call, and a small payoff

to some corrupt cops.

Call it a day.

For his so-called loyalty, the boss ensured

that I got the worst treatment imaginable.

Twenty years, twenty hard years

those motherfuckers gave me

for a crime I did not commit.

And worst of all, for murdering the woman

I would've given my life for.

Those are wounds that will never heal.

All for a chain

and the f***ing bullshit it represents.

That chain is meant to buy him

his freedom if the need ever arises.

And it cost me mine.

Before I have him killed, I need you

to take that chain away from him.

$500,000 if I split it.

Consider it done.

- I said a million.

- Black market.

Smart girl.

There is one more thing you should know.

He's got a soft spot for pretty girls.

That's why you picked me.

Who sent you?

What do you mean?

I haven't been this lucky

in a long time.

Oh, f***.

Yeah?

I'll be right there.

I gotta go. Gotta work.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Five more minutes.

I'll make it worth your while.

I wish I could.

I gotta go.

I'll be in touch.

Holy crap, man.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

- Did you find her?

- Jeez, man.

Don't creep up on people like that.

Yes, I found her. It's not good news.

What do you mean, "it's not good news"?

Is she dead?

Far from it.

This is her in Monaco

outside the Ritz-Carlton.

A few days later in Paris

shopping at the Champs-lyses.

A week later in Berlin,

a few days later in Thailand.

Yeah, I think you get the point.

Looks like she's globe-trotting

when you were gone.

Gonna be a hard one to catch.

And more importantly,

expensive to catch.

I'll be in touch.

Hey, where's my money?

I asked you to find her, not give me

her goddamn travel itinerary.

When your people find her,

and bring her to me,

then you get your money.

- These things cost money, Sundown.

- Figure it out.

Where are the cars?

I told you already, brother,

one more week, it's not easy.

One I 70 T, one 7-series, one Escalade,

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