VANish Page #4

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It's...

Squirrel Lips,

are you wearing women's perfume?

No, sir, sorry, that's me.

Yeah, three guys and a girl.

A woman's got to

impress, you know?

Yeah, so why skimp

on the makeup?

Oh, I must look horrible.

Yeah, we were on our way back

from a camping trip

in Joshua Tree

and I was climbing

and the cord broke

and my face violently

kissed a boulder.

Ah, lucky boulder.

What is that?

Oh, that... oh.

Hand that over, boy.

Well, well, well.

Now, you kids wouldn't be

drinking alcohol out here

on my roadways, would you?

We're just out celebrating.

We just forgot to dispose

some cans, you know?

You could test me, yeah.

No, that won't be necessary.

I'll be back.

OK.

What the f***

are you doing, Max?

What do you think I'm doing?

I'm going to smoke him.

It's your fault he

found the beer can.

F*** the can.

This guy knows something's up.

How do you know?

He saw Emma's face.

He saw the blood

on the registration.

He knows something is up.

This guy isn't stupid.

Did you change the plates back?

Yeah, at the hotel.

I mean, rock climbing, b*tch?

Where the f***

did that come from?

I didn't see you

come up with anything.

Oh, f***, he's on the CB, man.

He's calling a backup.

He's calling for backup.

Hide that f***ing piece, Max.

Shh, here he comes again.

All right.

I'm real upset now.

I got beer drops all over my

patent leather trooper shoes.

It took me two hours

to get those things buffed.

Now, I'm going to let

you go for the taillight

and the fact that you got a sofa

back there without seat belts,

but I got to give you a ticket

for the open container.

Understandable, sir.

You bohemians,

you try to behave

yourself out here.

We get a lot of weirdoes

that come out to the desert

to participate in the

devil's activities,

Squirrel sacrifices

and such sh*t.

Try not to venture off of

the Yellow Brick Road.

If you catch my drift.

Got it.

Yes, sir.

Have a great day, Officer.

Wait a minute.

Do I know you?

Me?

Yeah.

Have we met?

Never in my life I would... I

wouldn't remember a cop.

No, no, no.

I swear on a

dopehead's crack pipe

that I've seen you before.

I'm positive.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Now, I know where from.

"For the best

insurance rates in town.

"You'd be crazy

not to come on down.

We'll turn that frown

upside down."

Ain't that right?

Ain't that right?

Yeah, we got a TV

star in our midst, you know.

Man, I love commercials.

I hate TV.

I hate movies, but I'd tape me

some commercials on VHS.

Hot damn!

I love your work!

Ahh!

F***.

F*** me, man.

Jesus Christ.

We got to get the f***

out of here.

What the f***?

Why did you do that?

He made me.

He was a fan of your f***ing

commercial. That's it.

No, man.

No, he knew

something was up, man.

All he had to do was see that

this van was connected

to the LA kidnapping.

He would've known me

from that commercial.

He would've known you

because your dad's name

is on the car registration

and if I would have got nabbed,

well, I would've gave this

dumb son-of-a-b*tch up,

so the bottom line is,

we'd all be f***ed.

I hope they f***ing

fry you, psycho.

That's it, man.

You know, we killed

an officer of the law.

You can't... you can't do that

and get away with it.

Jack, you've got to

stop your friend here.

He's going to get us

all f***ing killed.

- Shut up.

- Don't touch her.

Why is the kidnap

victim not tied up?

What f***ing kind of

amateur bullshit is this?

The kidnap victim stays tied up

until the end of the

f***ing kidnapping.

I'm done.

Take me home, man.

Why the hell am I

the most professional

of this whole group?

You want to get shot?

You're going to shoot your own

brother for following orders?

He's your brother?

Half brother.

We had the same mom

until she got sick.

And who's been looking

out for you ever since?

You're out of

f***ing control, man.

The guy at Emma's place,

the cop that was

going to let us go.

You are a f***ing liability.

Yeah. What about the

carjackers at the motel?

I know as well as

the day is long

that those guys weren't some

run-of-the-mill thieves.

They had f***ing silencers.

They were hit men

for the Mexican cartel.

Cartel hit men?

F*** me, man.

And what does she

have to do with it?

Her father is their boss.

He sent them.

What's going on here, Jack?

You didn't give me this intel.

Shane, if I would have told you

we were kidnapping the daughter

of a Mexican drug

cartel kingpin,

your free schedule would

all of a sudden filled up.

Yeah, but I thought this guy was

some investment banker

con man or something?

Like, f***ing Gordon Sachs.

No, man.

He's a mass murdering,

drug dealing,

and not-to-be-f***ed-with

bad motherf***er.

Then why are we

f***ing with him?

Because of this.

A ring?

Emma, do you recognize

the name on this ring?

Carlos Rodriguez.

That's right.

I found this underneath

a seat in this van,

my father's work van.

Uh, what the f*** is this now?

A wedding proposal?

What the hell is

that doing in here?

The last known place my father

was seen was Casa Vega.

He was on a dinner date

with a Mexican woman

the night of January 20th,

three months ago.

I found this ring the next day.

They found his van vacant

off the Mulholland Drive.

Nobody has seen him since.

Oh, God.

I f***ing knew it.

I knew she was seeing someone.

Did your mother mention

anything about a new man?

No.

No, no, she would never admit

to dating outside of father.

She was always trying

to set a good example.

My research has led me to this.

I got a ring.

I got the guy's name on it.

His wife goes missing the

same time my father does.

So, this isn't about the money.

You know your father

better than I do.

Would he have paid up?

A love triangle gone bad.

Are you shitting me?

Is that what this is all about?

I'm out here

in the f***ing desert

with a kidnapped daughter

of a drug cartel kingpin

to confront him, to get

a confession out of him

and to put a bullet

in his f***ing head.

That simple.

No, man.

It's not that simple.

I needed the money.

I wouldn't have

f***ing come, otherwise.

What?

I'm sorry.

I got a drug problem, man.

It's smack, you know?

I can't stop using, you know?

I thought... I thought,

with my cut of the money,

I could move out of the city.

They say that addicts need

a change of scenery

or something like that.

I don't know.

F***, dude.

How bad has it gotten?

I sucked a cock once for a fix.

Oh, f***.

Has anybody else have

anything to confess?

Yeah, I got something to say.

Jack, I'm your brother, man.

And, you know,

if you want to get money,

let's go steal some money.

If you want to get revenge

on cartel bosses,

then let's kill us some

f***ing cartel bosses.

But she would have

never came back to you.

What are you talking about?

Jasmine.

If Greg had lived,

they probably would have

gotten married.

And your point is?

If I hadn't taken action,

you wouldn't have got

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