Sundown Page #5

For only $5,000.

What? No, no.

I don't have $5,000.

Come on, my friend.

I'm giving you a real deal.

It has to be

worth twice than that...

"Panic."

I don't like your friend.

Okay, okay!

Okay, so this is

a limited time offer.

24 hours.

No cash, no watch.

- $5,000 in 24 hours.

- Yes.

How the f*** are we going to...

You prefer $24,000 in 5 hours?

No, no, 5,000, 24 hours.

Sounds... that's awesome.

- Good.

- I'll see you in 24 hours.

No more work for you tonight.

Get the f*** out.

Get out!

F***ing b-rate movie pimp

wanna-be.

- We gotta go to the cops.

- No cops.

He has many friends in the cops.

Great.

I gotta get

that watch back, dude.

I can't go home without it.

When I sell the Blakejob,

we'll buy Kent a new one.

Think I can buy

his trust back, too?

Chuy:

Hey! Oh.

Logan:

Why are you here, Gaby?

Come here for the rest

of my belongings?

You want my shoes?

My jeans?

You want my shirt? I've got

more stuff at the hotel.

Gaby:
Listen, I'm

really, really sorry.

- I had no choice.

- Sure you did.

You chose to rob me.

I was just keeping it

for collateral,

but then Dorian saw it

and he took it.

I'm really, really sorry, okay?

I'll do anything

to help you get it back.

Who the hell is this guy,

anyways?

His real name

is Igor Kaganovich,

but everyone calls him Dorian.

Hate that pendejo.

That f***ing Russian

doesn't run this town,

so Chuy help you.

We do this together

like brothers.

No charge. Together.

Okay? Okay, cousin?

F*** yeah, Chuy.

So how do we make

five grand in 24 hours?

I know a way you could

get it in 20 minutes,

but it may offend

your delicate American ways.

Blake:

Delicate? Bro, I'm in!

What the f***?

I can't watch this, man.

This is brutal.

I know, dude,

but it's our last chance

to get the watch back.

It's either them or you

f***.

We haven't won once.

Don't worry.

You bet the same color

five times in a row,

next one...

Guaranteed winner!

Put it all on red.

Rojo.

This is f***ed up.

Logan:

Don't be scared.

You're going to be all right.

Yeah.

Everything's going to

be all right.

We're putting it all on green.

What? You crazy?

No, no, no, no.

Put it all on red.

Dude, Chuy's right, bro.

Green is 20-1.

2-1 odds on red.

You won't win a lot,

but it's a start.

No. We're going

with Greenie.

- Are you sure?

- Do it, Chuy.

Okay.

Hey! Come on, come on!

- Get him, Greenie!

- Come on, Greenie! Come on!

Come on!

Blake:

Dude.

Come on, he's not even...

F*** this.

Where is he going?

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

Hey, wake up, man.

Wake up. No, come on.

Wake up. This bird needs you.

Do something.

- Come on, man, seriously.

I need this.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, Chuy!

Time out! Time out!

Time out, time out!

Come on, come on.

- What do we do?

- Come on, come on.

Hey, take the bottle!

Take the bottle!

Drink. Drink!

- Spit! Yeah!

Yeah, come on, green!

Yeah!

Whoo! Yeah!

Come on! Whoo!

Dude, you're the cock whisperer!

Gracias! Gracias!

Go get the cab running.

I'll be there in two minutes.

- Get it ready to go.

- What? Why?

It's all good.

Go get it running.

I love you, cock whisperer!

- Come on.

- Let's get out of here.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Oh, sh*t! F*** you!

F*** you! F*** you!

Let's go, let's go!

Drive, Chuy! Drive!

Blake:

Logan, what did you do?

Logan:

Oh, sh*t!

What the f***

were you doing, dude?

I had to do the right thing.

Radio announcer:

Mi compadre, DJ phantom.

- Did he just say...

- Is it?

- - It's your mix.

- They're playing your mix.

- How?

I don't know, maybe you left

your music at the club.

My friend hosts this radio show.

- That's awesome, dude!

- Yeah, yeah, it is.

You should consider the Blakejob

for all your representation.

In fact, I think I could

do something for you.

- I can pull you in...

- We need to call Dorian.

Get my watch back.

- Hello.

- Logan:
It's panic.

I've got the money.

All of it.

I want my watch back tonight.

Slow down, cowboy.

Meet me tomorrow at Punta

de Mita beach club at noon,

and don't be late.

Punta de Mita beach club.

Tomorrow at noon.

Now I feel much better.

Spray, Dimitri!

- We have arrived!

- Oh! Okay.

Every time.

Every time.

Gaby:
I have to go

to the bathroom.

- Meet you by the pool?

- Okay.

Yeah, uh,

I'm pretty tired, so...

And another soldier falls

to the power of the p*ssy.

Stop. Nothing's going

to happen.

Wait, do you think it might?

Seriously?

That's your problem.

You're too serious.

Chuy, show me the sights, man.

- We've got some money.

- Blake, only a little bit.

Don't spend all that money.

Only a little bit.

Only a little.

Hey. Logan.

Um, about last night...

I'm really sorry.

You were drunk.

It's nothing.

No, it's not.

You've always been

really nice to me,

and I appreciate that.

So, let me know

how I can make it up to you.

I don't know.

Buy me a drink?

Well, I can't now.

I'm actually meeting Ashley.

Of course, of course.

Lina:

Yeah, all right.

How about a drink

tomorrow night, then?

I really like you, Logan.

I think you're

a super great guy,

so I have to be honest with you.

I'm in my crazy,

wild phase right now,

and I just want to

experience life, you know?

And there's just nothing

experienced about you.

So, I'm not saying...

I'm not saying no.

I'm just saying not now.

Come on! Hola.

- Who's this?

- Who's who?

Oh, Lina. Gaby...

Gaby, this is Lina.

Forget this skinny Gringita,

because I found a friend

for our threesome.

- Threesome?

- Threesome?

S. S.

She's muy caliente.

- So, come on.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Logan.

- Yeah?

Club Strana tomorrow night?

- Come on, come on.

- Sure.

Yeah, that'd be great.

Okay. Bye!

What?

See?

She's totally into you now.

I can't believe that worked.

You ready for our threesome?

I'm messing with you.

Oh.

Goodnight, Logan.

- Wait, don't go.

- What?

Afraid Lina

won't see us together?

I just like talking to you.

Logan:

My parents would kill me

if they found out I was here.

Mine would kill me if they

knew I was a stripper.

How do you keep them

from finding out?

Easy.

They're both gone.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Whoa.

What?

What happened to your parents?

My dad was a gringo tourist

who got my mom pregnant.

He was a salesman.

My mom was an English teacher.

By the time I was born,

he was gone.

Then when I was ten,

my mom died,

so my grandpa took care of me

until he got sick.

But I didn't know how

to pay the hospital bills

and Dorian saw me dancing

and offered me a loan and a job.

You are an incredible dancer.

I thought that's all

I'd be doing... dancing.

But then clients

kept asking for more

and Dorian just doesn't

take no for an answer.

I had no choice.

But then an older girl

took pity on me

and showed me a trick...

It's called rohypnol.

It's a pill that puts

clients to sleep.

You roofied me.

Wait, but why?

I never would have

tried anything.

I know that... now.

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