6 Ways to Die Page #3

delivered in Dubai Wednesday?

I'm trying, brother.

I told the guy, already.

- What day is today?

- Monday.

Then how will you tell me

one week early, now?

How will you tell me one way

we can both survive?

- No.

- No?

So how will these cars will get to Dubai

by Wednesday, Khaled, how?

Hold on, hold on. There's an echo.

Oh, it's our bounty hunter,

the private investigator.

Really?

- Hey, you need better equipment.

- Mister Finley, Mister investigator?

I was asked to give you a message.

4 p.m. tomorrow at 6th Street Bridge.

Better be on time.

- You hang up first.

- No, no, you hang up first.

No, no, no, you hang up first.

How'd you find me?

I heard about your speciality.

What do you want, man?

Have you heard of Sonny

"Sundown" Garcia?

Yeah.

Everybody has.

I need you to get

some information for me.

- Oh, for the right price?

- Price is not an issue.

Well, keep in mind tracking Sundown

is no easy task. He's a smart man.

- You won't be tracking down Sundown.

- Then, who?

His wife.

He's the head of an organization.

Your superiors expect you

to keep your house in order.

His wife has been slipping

through the grass like a snake.

I need her exposed.

Safe to assume

you're one of those superiors?

- No.

- DEA?

Absolutely not.

Then why on Earth would you involve yourself

with a man as dangerous as Sundown?

'Cause I've got a score to settle.

My father was in the business.

He was down in Mexico on a deal,

and the junkie he was

thought it would be a good idea

to take me along,

'cause he couldn't find a babysitter.

A quick pop across the border to Jurez

for a few pounds of weed.

No big deal, right?

What he didn't factor in

was the ruthlessness

of some of the people

he did business with.

I was kidnapped for ransom.

They thought he had money, but unfortunately

he didn't have anything close,

so they couldn't buy me back.

Unable to show any weakness, the kidnappers

made him believe they killed me.

He was devastated

and returned to America.

But these kidnappers

truly meant no harm, though.

They just needed to put food

on the table.

Having no more need for me,

and no desire to kill me,

they threw me on the streets of Jurez

to fend for myself.

Being a stranded 10-year old gringo

on the streets of Jurez is no easy task.

And that's when I met her.

Her name was Sophia.

I fell in love with her at that

very moment, and she with me.

They took care of me

and raised me like their own.

I made them the promise that

I would love and protect their daughter

for the rest of my life.

Years later, she was as beautiful

as the first time I laid eyes on her.

Innocent and pure, with a heart of gold.

We made plans to grow old together.

Have a family of our own.

Unfortunately,

I met the wrong person along the way.

His name was Sonny Garcia.

He was a boy at the time.

The sunrise before the Sundown.

A man's reputation is worth everything.

He took that away from me.

He was given a choice,

and made the world believe it was mine.

Including those who raised me,

and opened their hearts to me.

And I'm gonna give him another.

How is the intel I'm gonna gather

helping your revenge?

Because it will go to those

who raised him.

They'll give him a couple of choices,

and I think I know which one he'll take,

- and that'll be his downfall.

- That's it?

That's all you're gonna do to get revenge.

The guy killed your girlfriend, dude.

He's powerful.

I will kill him, but I want him

to suffer like I've suffered.

She's working with the DEA.

With the case exposed,

Sundown is being extra cautious.

Their only way to him now,

is through his wife.

She knows everything,

and they've fooled her into thinking

that she can serve up to life

behind bars for complicity.

They're offering her immunity for further

information, as well as her testimony.

This will cost the Mexican bosses

a lot of revenue.

I need to have her exposed.

Only then will he be presented

with the choice I expect them to give him.

How much?

Name your price.

You're gonna get me f***ing killed

with these meetings.

You better have some kind of Witness

Protection Program to put me in.

Do you even know who these people are?

What they're capable of?

If anybody gets wind of this now,

I'm a gonner.

You'll be fine.

It's not the first time we've done this.

Now, you tell us what we want,

and you can put

this entire process behind you.

- Like promised, we'll take care of you.

- Damn f***ing right, you'll take care of me.

Don't get too cocky, Missus Garcia,

you need us more than we need you.

Now, we're willing to work with you,

but you need to reciprocate.

We need him red-handed.

Can you facilitate that?

When is the next shipment?

How does he get the goods into

the country? Who does he talk to?

Just one f***ing question

at a time, okay?

Okay.

He makes about two shipments a week.

Sometimes more.

Never less than two.

It comes in through South America.

He facilitates it

through the Mexican border.

Everyone's in on it.

Everyone gets paid.

It's basically foolproof.

We already know all this, Mrs. Garcia.

We need to know how.

Now, I can't offer you immunity

if you don't cooperate.

So you tell us what we want, we'll give you

what you need. It is as simple as that.

Don't get too cocky, Mrs. Garcia,

you need us more than we need you.

Now, we're willing to work with you,

but you need to reciprocate.

We need him red-handed.

Can you facilitate that?

When is the next shipment?

Yeah?

He facilitates it

through the Mexican border.

Everyone's in on it.

He makes about two shipments

a week, sometimes more.

Never less than two.

Everyone gets paid.

It's basically foolproof.

Who was that?

The f*** are you talking about?

It could be anyone.

Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

F*** you! You think you made me?

You kill me, you lose everything.

Nobody makes you money like I do,

you f***ing pop-tart.

This is America, not Mexico, cabrn.

Seora.

I hope she's not pregnant.

Yeah. She's very fertile.

- I gotta go, hey!

- You just f***ing destroyed us, Steph.

What do you mean?

You're talking to the DEA.

I beat the f***ing case.

And now you're throwing me back to

the wolves. You deceitful f***ing b*tch.

I haven't been talking to anyone,

I don't know what...

- They have it on f***ing video, Steph.

- What video?

Video, audio, pictures, you,

talking to the f***ing narcs.

Remember what you promised?

What were you gonna

trade me in, for? Immunity?

Do you f***ing realize, that even if I did

go down it wouldn't bring you down with me.

You already have

your f***ing immunity. With me!

I'm sick of this sh*t.

I'm sick of this f***ing life.

I mean, what f***ing immunity?

What does that even f***ing mean?

That I get to live in hiding

for the rest of my f***ing life?

I mean, Sonny, I'm just looking

for some f***ing normalcy.

Can't you f***ing understand that?

Do you realize the position

you've put me in now?

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