Killing Gunther Page #3

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- I, Blake, love you!

We have the same name, but

that doesn't mean anything.

I need you!

It's not even the same register.

I want you to be

Mrs. Blake hammon!

Okay, I don't

remember that part.

I want to die!

You've seen her recently?

How is she?

Life is good. Yeah.

Um...

I'm not killing people

anymore, so I sleep better.

I started my own business,

hey claydies.

We do erotic ceramics parties.

Mostly bachelorettes,

um, girls' night out.

inner sexuality

connecting to the Clay.

I had this realization,

like, "here I am

ending people's lives, and I'm

not even enjoying my own."

Does this remind you

of your fianc?

I wish.

Let's be honest. I'm settling.

Oh.

Why did you decide

to leave Blake?

Oh, well, i-i couldn't

compete with his ambition.

How do you mean?

Well, when Blake and

i first started,

he was... very romantic.

We used to write these

letters back and forth.

And sometimes he would send

pictures from wherever he was.

After a while, I'd write to

him, but I wouldn't hear back.

And I asked him to take

some time off of work

so we could travel and

spend some time together,

but he couldn't say no to a job.

Blake loves his work.

And I respect that, but...

I wanted him to love me more.

- And Gunther did?

- No, that was a mistake.

I want that to be clear.

We're not together anymore,

and I don't want any part

of... What's going on.

Do you still love Blake?

I think a part of

me always will,

but we need different things.

And I just want him to be happy.

If killing Gunther brings

him happiness, well...

You know, good luck to him.

So great news. Ashley's

getting out of the hospital.

Classic Ashley. You can't

keep a good man down.

Gabe, you barely know him.

Yeah, that's true, but...

you look great!

- I just needed a tune-up.

- Yeah.

Hey, you gave us a

scare, old-timer.

- Who the f*** is he?

- It's just Gabe. He drove us.

It's just Gabe. It's all right.

But you're feeling good, right?

- I'm all right, baby doll.

- All right.

That Gunther got to go. That

Gunther got to be put down.

- Yeah.

- Ashley? Ashley!

Ashley is back in the hospital.

Uh, fooled us all.

And the doctors say he's

definitely gonna be

out of commission

for a while now.

So, what now?

Well... needless to say,

it's been a bit

of a rocky start,

but we're gonna go ahead and move

forward with our initial plan,

and we're gonna use a fake

hit to draw Gunther out.

Our fake target is

Schneider feizmark.

Black-market arms dealer, one

of the biggest in the world.

Feizmark's base of operations

in the U.S. is Miami.

Does feizmark know

you're doing this?

No, but he has a lot of enemies,

so it's realistic that someone would

put out a six-figure hit on him.

We're posing as a sheik that

feizmark screwed over, so...

do not film him.

Do not film him,

please. Thank you.

You're good.

That was our travel agent.

Vamos a Miami!

Welcome to Miami.

You guys get in all right?

Uh, the others should

be landing shortly.

What's up, guys?

He refused to change.

I'm wearing the beard.

It's my disguise.

She's just pissed, because

she wouldn't hold my hand.

We're supposed to

be married, okay?

In what world are we

supposed to be married?

We just happened to be

on the same flight,

and he made people move so

he could sit next to me.

'Cause I need to

protect my wife.

You will take us now? We see

Mickey mouse and his world.

You mean Disney world?

Oh, we're in Miami.

- That's in Orlando.

- Is different?

Yeah, it's a different city

- different part of the state, even.

- No.

- Far?

- -A four-hour drive, or so.

Oh, Jesus.

You did this.

Oh, hey.

Hey! Hey, guys, hey.

It's Gabe. Like my disguise?

The point was to blend in.

Oh. I thought the point

was to be unrecognizable.

- No, that was never the point.

- Oh.

Could we stop at a drugstore? I

forgot to pack makeup remover.

Why don't you take

care of that yourself?

- Okay.

- You just meet us at the hotel.

The hotel. Okay.

All right, cool.

See ya, Blake.

Gunther confirmed the job,

so we start surveillance

first thing in the morning.

All right, boys, he's open.

It's time to go shopping.

Regulators!

What?

- Let's go.

- Yeah, let's go.

What up... b*tches?

You Cheyenne?

No.

I'm Mickey f***in' mouse.

- Hey.

- -You are not Mickey mouse, motherf***er.

Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! I

was just f***ing with you.

I'm Cheyenne. Hey, come on in.

- Oh, thanks.

- Come on in.

- Sorry about him.

- Hey, welcome aboard. Hey.

That's, uh...

I'm really sorry

about the Mickey.

Don't be shy. Take

a look around.

Welcome to my world of

Willy wonka. I love that sh*t.

Cool.

Caldwell said your

stuff was clean?

- Got no complaints.

- Oh, boy.

He's laughing...

seriously, I can file the serial

numbers off whatever you want.

- That's fantastic.

- I got you, baby!

Okay, great. Yeah, all

right. This is the guy.

Go on! Shop till you drop.

Anyone want a latte?

- I'm good.

- No?

You're not shopping either?

Oh, yeah. I just

ran out of juice.

I f***ed up this beretta.

Which actually sucks, 'cause he's got

a "you break it, you buy it" policy.

- 'Member? 'Member?

- Yes.

- He was like, "hey,

motherf***er." -Don't...

- Don't do that, though.

- Oh, f***. I need to find a window.

- You're not shopping?

- No.

They don't have any tiny

glass bottles here.

Yeah, well, it's a gun store.

With the right ingredients,

even a tiny glass bottle can

be the deadliest of weapons.

Yeah, I wanted to ask you

about the whole poison thing.

It feels really

impractical, right?

'Cause you got to get right

up next to the person...

touch.

- Excuse me.

- Pardon me.

If I'm in the way, you

can just push me, or...

you're fine.

My therapist would disagree.

Um, you need a hand with that?

- No.

- Mm-hmm.

She is very pretty.

Gabe, ladies and gentlemen.

Ah! I like this.

Guy hands me a fat stack.

- Usa. Usa. Usa!

- Usa! Usa! Usa!

Can we not? Can we not?

- Why you so grumpy?

- Here, on the house.

- Oh, thank you.

- No problemo.

You know, we got

to hang sometime.

- Yeah, i can't promise anything.

- Hmm.

Hate the game, right?

Yeah, well, good luck. I hope

you do what you gotta do.

You know, it was rad

meeting you guys.

And if you ever,

ever want to find...

all right, all right, all right!

That's what I'm talking about.

I want everyone to get

a lot of rest tonight,

um, 'cause tomorrow's

kind of a big day for me.

I know, tomorrow we're

doing what? Yes, izzat.

- We're killing Gunther?

- Yeah, we are!

- Yeah! Yeah!

- Good time!

Oh, I have to kill Gunther

tomorrow. Hi, mom!

We're gonna kill you, Gunther!

Kill that motherf***er.

We're coming for you, Gunther.

So we set up surveillance.

We're going to shadow feizmark,

- wait for Gunther

to make his move.

How long do you think

we'll have to wait?

Uh, it could take anywhere from

24, 72 hours to carry out a hit.

So... we got to be on our toes.

I'll play.

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