6 Ways to Die Page #4

I don't give a f***, Sonny.

You put yourself in this position.

You put me in this position. You don't

give a f***ing flying sh*t about us.

All this has ever been is about is about

you and your f***ing drugs, Sonny.

I mean, would I give you up

for immunity? For a f***ing life?

You would give me up for your f***ing

drugs, Sonny, and you f***ing know it.

You're losing it, Sonny.

Watch your head.

Would you like a glass of wine?

I don't even drink wine,

but they say this one's one of the best.

From France.

- Chelsea?

- Yeah, sure, why not?

Why do you want to buy a boat?

Like I say, I'm a guy. I like my toys.

Plus, the color matches

the Bugatti, right, babe?

Bugatti. Impressive.

So, what do you want for it?

I'm not so sure. It's my grandfather's,

and he just passed.

I flew in from Hong Kong

to manage his estate.

I don't know what to do about this.

But... I did some research.

This boat, it's apparently

worth over half million.

I'll give you $200,000 for it.

Not a penny more.

200 K's too low.

Some other buyer's willing to pay more.

Where are they?

They're waiting for financing

to come through.

Let me save you the hassle, honey.

It's not gonna happen.

No one is lending, not in this economy.

I've got clients who can't meet payroll

on a 20 year mature business

because JP Morgan would rather earn

four points on the Malaysian Ringgit.

So, if you think anyone is lending

for a second-hand boat,

then I got a Borneo gold mind outside.

Cash is king, honey.

He's in finance.

Half million.

Listen, I got a meeting in half an hour.

Let me make this simple for you.

Follow me to the bank, I'll pull out

100.000, give it to you right then.

I'll have the other hundred wired from

a bank in Lichtenstein in 18 hours. Deal?

- Hello?

- I heard you have a boat for sale?

Are you not the one selling the boat?

You must got the wrong person.

Well, that's weird, because I definitely

heard you was the one selling a boat.

Matter of fact, I heard you've already

sold it five times this week, alone.

When do the real owners get back?

- How did you get my number?

- Don't worry, I'm not a fed.

- But we need to talk.

- Talk about what?

Talk about how you can make

millions in a week.

Take a seat.

Don't you wanna close the door?

I've been following your cons.

Pretty impressive.

With the boat and everything?

But the one I like is the paintings.

That's a real good one for me.

What gets me, is...

how do you keep coming up

with all these different ideas?

You said the millions in the week.

What's the job?

Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

He's worth a fortune,

and I wanna rid him of some of it.

I wanna do a money laundering job.

I'll bankroll it. Start him off small,

build him up to the big take.

He's got a competitive edge.

Once you get him where you want him...

he's all in.

What if he doesn't?

If he doesn't, there's

two hundred grand in that bag.

If the job don't come off,

we'll call it services rendered.

What if I take the 200

and disappear right now?

Well, that's easy. I found you once.

If I have to find you a second time,

it'll really f***ing irritate me.

I'll let you know.

You f***ing do that.

Rosco's here.

Who the f*** gave you the okay?

No one told me this was a private party.

Now you know.

Get the f*** out of my club.

Be careful how you move, Sundown.

It could mean the end of you.

And this?

Is on your tab, by the way.

I don't hold tabs in my own club.

I don't hold tabs anywhere.

That's your kind of thing.

Your mom is gey.

F*** off.

What the f*** are you still doing here?

I'm a lady, please be polite.

I already paid for my drink.

I'm gonna finish it.

You finish that drink,

the whole tab is yours.

How's that sound?

Keep the change.

Rosco's paying you well.

Did you ever think

that maybe I pay him well?

You ever think that maybe I know

exactly what he makes?

I'm sure you do. But do you know

how much money I clean for him?

Everybody has their cleaners.

Not like me.

And what makes you so special?

I can not tell you that.

I work for Rosco. Not you.

Hundred grand, right?

- What's the turnaround?

- 48 hours.

The return?

120 back to you.

And to you?

120 to you is all that matters.

You're being paid to launder

your own money.

What do you care what I make?

Fair enough.

120, like promised.

Impressive.

Here's 200,

let's see what you do with it.

- Hello.

- Where've you been?

I've got more product for you.

- I've been busy.

- Busy with what?

Bigger transactions.

How big?

Bigger than what I've been doing for you.

I've got to go, I'll call you back.

Wait, wait, hold on.

How much're we talking?

Wasn't that the whole point of this?

Listen, I've got to make money.

I go where the money is.

- Plain and simple.

- And where's the money?

I think you know that.

I have a bigger client.

Bigger than me?

What're you, f***ing stupid?

- I don't really care.

- How much are we talking?

Five million minimum.

What is your term, now or never?

Stop everything you're doing,

and I'll make it ten million dollars.

Okay.

Where you all going? Sit the f*** down.

Get her done, partner.

Damn.

I heard that you guys

got a lot of money hidden here.

Are the rumors true?

No, ain't no money up in here.

No money?

All the dope that y'all been

pushing up in this place, and there is...

no money? Nada, zip?

I didn't push nothing,

I don't know what you're talking about.

The stove.

- Who are you?

- I just wanna make you an offer.

- Nothing to worry about.

- I worry about everything.

I asked you a question. Who are you?

My name's John Doe.

All right, John Doe.

How would you like a bullet to your face

before I get out of this car?

Now, I know all about you.

That's why I've asked you for this meet.

How'd you get in my car?

Come on, you're a cop.

You know how that works.

So what's your offer?

Put the gun down first.

Put the gown down now,

I know your reputation.

So let's hear about your offer.

I got a job for you.

You can earn a shitload of money.

Sounds like a two-way street.

What's in it for you?

Why does everybody ask

what's in it for me? Why is that?

'Cause there always is. Something.

Revenge.

That's what's in it for me.

F***ing revenge.

I want to take everything away

from this man I seek revenge from,

including his life.

But before I do that,

I want to take away his freedom.

I did 20 years in there because of him.

The only thing that kept me alive

was the thirst for revenge.

He needs to feel everything that I felt.

We used to run the streets together.

We came up from nothing,

and were going places.

I was there for him through thick

and thin, and so was he for me.

But there was always something

different about him.

I couldn't put my finger on it at the time,

but I should've seen it coming.

When I truly realized, it was too late.

I guess love defeats reason.

And he took it all.

My love, my life, my money.

And ultimately my freedom.

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