VANish Page #7

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and you couldn't f***ing

stand on that, could you?

I've been sweating out

here in this desert,

trying to save you

from them gringos.

I was better off with them.

Huh, your mother thought

she was better off with one, too,

a mechanic.

Huh, she thought she'd have

a... a romantic rendezvous.

Ironic, a mechanic.

That's a spic job.

My men followed him

to Mulholland Drive.

That's where I found them.

I hate you.

I always have.

Like mother, like daughter.

I suppose you want to

see where she's at?

Maybe, I'll lay you right

next to her for eternity.

Adios, mi amor.

Ahh.

Is that all you got?

Ahh!

You b*tch.

You mother puto!

Die, gringo!

Ahh.

You f***ed with the wrong

mechanic, a**hole.

It's over, Emma.

Come on.

Huh... huh...

Huh.

Where to now?

A hospital would be nice.

Hey, do you think you can

grab my dad's ring for me?

Yeah.

Thank you.

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