The Losers Page #2
What are you doing? No, no, no!
- Jeez. He's gonna get murdered.
- Come on, come on, come on.
This is disgusting.
All right, I'm officially disgusted by us.
- And you lost again.
- We lost again.
- No, you put the bet down.
- You gave me the money.
Yeah, and that was stupid of me,
wasn't it?
I mean, could this get any more sleazy?
I suppose if we started drinking.
You're not...? You're not drinking?
Come on, get him in there!
Thank you.
he can trade intel on Max for cash.
- All we gotta do is make a little money.
- We don't have money.
We're gonna go PayPal-ing some kid
in a basement who's most likely lying?
You were there.
You know the man tried to kill us.
The man did kill us, Clay.
No, we gotta stay focused. All right?
On the mission.
Get money, get clean passports, get back
to stateside without anybody noticing.
- Didn't even see what he looks like.
- We heard his voice.
A man with a voice
is a man with a throat.
Come on. Clay, just look around you.
Do you think we're in a position
to actually take on some CIA super spook?
- Roque.
- It's a hell of a plan.
You know what? Pooch can set up
over there by the taco stand.
Jensen can set up communications
right there by the hookers.
- Captain.
- Yo! Yo.
You're not a soldier anymore.
You're not a soldier. All right?
Clay, for chrissakes,
you're losing the men.
- The men are fine.
- Yeah, well, you're losing me. All right?
He won, we lost. Just get us home.
Can you do that?
How's your steak?
Meaty.
You want a bite?
Maybe later.
Okay.
Do I know you?
Relax, Papi.
Do I not look relaxed?
No.
Think we can change that?
Wow, it's everything a girl can dream of.
Do you have a bathroom?
No, I specifically requested
the only hotel room in the world...
...that doesn't have a bathroom.
Are you trying to turn a yes into a no?
Oh. Thank you.
So, what brings you to Bolivia?
Cruise ship.
We're a landlocked country.
Well, it's an amazing cruise ship.
Where were we now?
Well, I think you were about to tell me...
...how you enjoy following me.
You saw me, didn't you?
I did.
I bet you didn't see me
on Mercado Street.
I have a business proposition
for you, Clay.
Oops. What happened to your accent?
Oops.
I don't wanna hurt you.
- You're not going to.
- Oh, yes, I am.
- Hi.
- Hi.
What do you want?
I can help you find Max.
I'm listening.
How did you know we were alive?
in the chopper wreckage.
Plus you guys aren't exactly subtle.
Here's the deal.
I get you and your men back in the States.
In exchange, you get Max for me.
- What's the catch, lady?
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