6 Ways to Die

For the last nine months,

I singlehandedly saved my company

from being ravaged by Wall Street.

I mean, these jackals

want our pension fund.

I'm talking poison pills,

scorched earth, killer bees.

And I'm pumping Nancy f***ing Reagan

to anybody who'll listen.

Now, do they appreciate it?

Nancy f***ing Reagan. Do they?

F*** no. They turn it around,

and say I'm the problem.

That I'm stifling progress.

I'm stifling progress?

Bullshit, you're shitting me.

I mean, they're shitting me.

Come on.

A man can only take so much, you know?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it's time for old Mikey

to move on. Yeah.

But to what? I don't know. You know.

I mean, what do you do? What do you do?

What do you do?

I don't... I don't think you can deal

what it is I do.

What? Hey, look, man.

Whatever it is you're doing,

I can do it too, okay?

I mean, I'm tired

of this corporate bullshit.

I wanna feel free.

I wanna win the Super-Bowl, you know?

At least I wanna get a stab at it.

I think you might just have to.

I'm just drunk enough to talk

about this sh*t. Okay...

Frank, tell me

what my new profession is.

When do I start, and let me at it.

Contract killer.

Hey, where's my gun?

You're f***ing... yeah, f***ing right.

The people you meet.

You're not a contract killer, come on.

Not that I believe that you are,

but, hey, between you and me?

It was kind of a secret fantasy of mine

when I was little, you know?

Hit man, the secret agent man, you know.

Two things I always wanted...

wanted to do, but...

I ended up in that six by six

foot fluorescent cubicle.

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay...

Let's just say, hypothetically,

you are a contract killer. Okay?

You're a contract killer.

You've obviously had a little bit to drink,

but let's just entertain this notion,

just for a second, okay?

How do I get into the biz?

I don't know any contract killers

that actually want to be contract killers.

There's no satisfaction in what we do.

Some people trade services for a living,

others trade commodities, we trade both.

Our services are our time,

effort, and skill.

The commodity is human life.

That was freaking well-said, man.

I'm no dummy, and that was well-said.

I'm gonna be a hitman.

I mean, a contract killer.

It sounds more professional.

Okay? I'm gonna be one.

Bang bang!

Oh, we got a new job.

So...

let me ask you this:

Who you gonna kill next, Frank Casper?

Who's your next mark?

You are.

Those that have witnessed execution

say there is no sound worse

than the weeping of a mother

watching her son being put to death.

They're wrong.

There is one sound that is worse.

There is silence.

I hear you have work for me.

I need a man killed.

High profile. Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

He is the number one cocaine distributor

in the entire North American continent.

He created the most efficient

and productive drug pipeline

since the era of the cocaine cowboys.

His pipeline ships over a thousand keys

a week of pure, uncut, Columbian cocaine,

by way of Belize and Mexico.

His U.S. distribution network

is the most intricate

and sophisticated network ever created

in the history of the narcotics trade.

This all makes him the number one North

American resource for the Mexican cartels.

So, I'm sure you can understand

why he's a very hard man to kill.

But he needs to be killed, at any cost.

I need the job done my way.

It sounds personal.

Yeah, it's personal.

My whole existence revolves

around the loss of his life.

I need his assassination

to be heard all over America.

And I want him six feet under.

I don't do loud.

- It has to be my way.

- I don't... do loud.

Do you do two million dollars?

A million now, and a million

when the job's complete.

Before you kill him,

I want you to shake him to the core.

Just like he did to me.

Make sure that he feels

everything I felt.

First, he has a team of psychos

he hand-picked for his protection.

These are the closest members

of his entourage.

They act on impulse and fear nothing.

They're exclusive imports sent to him

from Mexico by top cartel leaders

to ensure safety of their primary interest,

Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

Sundown trusts them with his life,

and he has no reason not to.

But I want to change that.

I need you to reduce 'em

to nothing in front of him.

Make him feel vulnerable.

Make him feel the deepest of fears,

knowing his turn is coming.

He carries a gun, at all times.

It's very personal to him.

I gave him this gun.

I want you to kill him with this gun.

It's the gun he killed me with.

But you're alive.

A man of your experience,

I'm sure you know there's more

than one way to kill a man.

There's a million dollars in the trunk.

Pick it up, walk away, and the job's on.

Hey, you need to come down really quick.

Charlie just got killed really good, man.

How much do you want?

I've got a lot of f***ing money.

Whatever they're paying you,

I'll triple it.

Kill the man who sent you to me.

I did what you asked.

Where's my balance?

I have another job for you.

What the f*** do I look like to you, man?

You owe me four grand.

You pay me and I'm out of here.

It's in the glove box.

What other job?

- I want you to kidnap someone for me.

- F***ing kidnapping?

Are you out of your f***ing mind, man?

That's three strikes for me.

That's 20 to life.

I f***ed up the guy who was messing

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