The True Memoirs of an International Assassin Page #7

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But I won't be here.

Murals will be painted in your honor.

Children will be singing

and dancing in the street,

praising your name.

- I understand that...

- You will be an icon of the revolution,

- worshiped for generations to come.

- Yes, but I will be dead.

Yes, you will be dead.

Put the weapon down, El Toro.

CIA.

CIA.

We're part of the deal

with your buddy, Ruiz.

And I'm gonna need this one alive.

- I need him dead.

- Actually, you don't.

State Department just called.

Sam Larson's getting a free pass home.

We're as shocked as you are.

But he knows too much.

He will tell everyone.

- No one's gonna believe him. He's a fraud.

- Wait.

A fraud? What do you mean?

His book. It was bullshit.

He's not the Ghost.

He's just some... loser.

I tried to tell you.

You lied to me?

No, you...

You just assumed, you know.

I was gonna write songs about you.

All right. Let's go.

- That's enough.

- Beautiful songs!

Okay, if he starts singing, shoot him.

Got it.

Something about this

doesn't feel right.

You're telling me.

Who do you know

in the State Department?

I'm talking about Rosa.

I mean, if El Toro was gonna kill me,

how do I know she's gonna be all right?

She probably won't be.

You guys are gonna help her out, right?

She's DEA. Different team.

- But she's making a difference.

- She's making a mess.

Why do you think we made

the last DEA agent assigned here

eat a C-4 sandwich?

My parents died when I was a little boy.

In many ways,

El Toro has been like a father to me.

Just as you will be to all of our people.

This country needs a change.

Yes, it does.

Thanks for waiting.

If you actually want my help...

it was worth the wait.

I can assure you that my plans

won't work without you.

Let's go. Don't look at him. Come on.

I read the book. Real page-turner.

Your flight leaves in 20 minutes.

Get on it, and never come back.

No.

I'm not leaving until I know Rosa's okay.

You might not have her back, but I do.

- Why?

- Because she had mine.

- Whoa.

- What? You wanna stop me?

This is going to the New York Times.

Why do you think

we made the last DEA agent

assigned here eat a C-4 sandwich?

You know, Larson,

you may have everybody else fooled,

but we both know you're a fake.

So, get your ass on that plane,

and back to writing

other people's stories.

Or...

I could start living my own.

Final chapter. You rot in jail.

Get everyone back.

Official government business.

Keys.

Final chapter. I save the girl.

You know...

- he might actually be the Ghost.

- Heh.

Masovich was a very smart businessman.

He kept a very tight lid

on his drug trafficking routes.

So much so that General Ruiz

didn't even know how he did it.

But you...

You are the woman

that has been studying him for five years.

Watching every move that he makes.

So, you know it all.

You know.

Just like you know

that he ran a billion-dollar business.

An empire...

that I am going to run.

And you are going to help me.

What have we got here?

Bed roll, we've got some rope.

Tactical vest.

Okay, come on.

C-4.

One last time.

Who are the suppliers, the dealers,

and what are his drug trafficking routes?

Masovich's drug trade dies with him.

Well, okay. Then, you're gonna have to die

with him, too.

Mira!

You're not gonna talk.

Juan, shoot her.

Take your gun and shoot her.

Juan.

Sometime this week!

Juan.

This isn't like you.

A leader has to make hard choices,

and a soldier must follow orders.

Now, come on. No more wet blanket.

Be a man.

Be a man!

No, Juan.

Be your own man.

- What are you doing here?

- Saving your ass.

It's not a big thing.

- Okay.

Ah... Never bring a knife to a gun...

You brought a knife to a gunfight!

Ah, ah, ah.

- Ow!

- Come on, come on, come on.

You follow me, she dies.

Dale.

Oye, mtalo.

Come on.

The Ghost can't save her,

but you can.

Get me to the capital.

I need to address my nation.

I am a forgiving man.

I'm gonna give you one last chance

to tell me what I need to know.

Move.

- Move.

McRib is back.

Okay, okay. I surrender.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Give me your hand.

- Climb up.

- I'm trying.

Ow!

Ow!

That was a big one.

Yeah. Here comes a bigger one.

No!

Watch out.

I knew you were the Ghost.

- Oh!

- Oh!

No good. We're going down.

- We've got to jump.

- Are you insane?

Better to jump than to crash. Trust me.

We just have to wait for the right moment.

Now?

Now.

Thank you.

Call me the Ghost.

How about I break your finger

if you shush me again?

- You popped my knuckle.

I'm never gonna call you the Ghost.

But how about Sam?

Sam works.

Or bacon bits.

Sam and bacon bits, that's it though.

Well, all three kings of Caracas are dead.

I guess you are an assassin after all.

That wasn't exactly my plan.

And yet I have to thank you.

Eliminating El Toro set the stage

perfectly for my coup.

Now, all I have to do

is eliminate the final players.

Is there anybody

who doesn't wanna kill me?

Amos?

How...?

An old contact of mine

from the State Department

told me that you were having a hard time

down here, so...

You called in the favor

so the CIA would pull me out?

- You were an analyst for the Mossad.

- Maybe I changed some of the details.

The Venezuelan general was in '84.

And apparently, another one

was taken out this year.

- You mean, you're the...?

Well, thanks. I owe you one.

I know you're good for it.

We did it.

No, you did it.

Actually, Amos...

Badass.

Yeah.

El Presidente!

Something tells me

we're gonna have a hard time

controlling this guy.

God, I hate the Ghost.

I love the Ghost.

Liar, fraud, phony.

Names Sam Larson used to be called,

but now he's simply known

as a bestselling novelist.

- Sam, welcome.

- Hi, Katie.

Your new book, A Ghost in Colombia,

is already a best seller

in the fiction category.

But what I found fascinating

is so many things that happen in this book

draw a distinct parallel to recent events

in Venezuela.

In Venezuela, in Venezuela, in Venezuela.

Uh, what are you...?

What are you asking?

Is this book actually fiction?

Katie, I'm here to say that...

it is absolutely not true.

For years, Sam Larson was known

Simply as the Ghost

The Ghost, the Ghost

The Ghost, the Ghost

The Ghost

But now he's telling all

In his new book

True Memoirs

Of an International Assassin

Sam, thanks for being here

Hello, nice to... See me

Nice to... Nice

Nice to... Nice to see me

Nice to... Nice...

The Ghost

Nice to... Nice to see me

The Ghost

Nice to... Nice

The Ghost

Nice to... Nice to see me

Do you mind if I read a passage

From your book?

Read it, shorty

Shorty

Killing became easy for me

I told myself that I was

Making the world a better place

But in my heart of hearts

I knew the truth

I was addicted to death

I was addicted to death

The Ghost, the Ghost

I was addicted to death

The Ghost, the Ghost

I was addicted to death

The Ghost, the Ghost

I was addicted to death

The Ghost, the Ghost

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