6 Bullets

Some fun tonight?

Come.

What would you like to drink?

This way.

Hello.

You are...

Young At Heart 69.

Password?

Purity.

Shut up.

He's a paying customer.

Sit down, please.

Do you have the money?

Yeah.

Can I see your Sasha first?

You don't trust me?

It's a lot of money for one hour.

Your first time in my country?

You don't talk much.

Makes me a little nervous.

You want to make me nervous?

Oh, no.

No.

"No." That's good.

- "No."

- No.

Sasha.

He's a good boy.

Speaks English, a little.

One hour.

I have friends,

friends all over the world,

even in that little

bastard's sh*t village.

And my friend there just called

to tell me that Sasha's mother

has some rich cousin in America who has,

how you say, very deep pockets.

And this uncle has hired a man,

a very serious man,

to get the kid back.

That hurts,

not only my feelings,

but my reputation, my business.

I just want the kid. I will pay more.

I love to bargain,

but we have a problem.

- You have seen our faces.

- We have the same problem.

You have seen mine.

It's okay.

I will not hurt you.

Your mama sent me.

Your real name is Victor, right?

I am here to take you out. We go home.

You ready? Let's go.

Come on, come on.

Sit.

We got a problem. No one leaves.

Something's wrong. No one leaves.

- You like fireworks?

- Yeah.

Hey, over there.

Hello?

The car is waiting for you downstairs.

Get here now.

- You owe me.

- What?

I stuck my neck out for you.

Gave you intelligence.

Risked my career,

the lives of my family.

And this is what you do?

It's what I do. I got the child out.

That's good.

What about this child?

She was, what, 14?

And her?

She was nine, maybe 10.

Do you know what these f***ers do

when they think they're being raided?

They hide the underage girls in the walls.

Then you, last night, out here blasting.

The first thing they do

is shove the kids in the crawl space.

And then you turn the parking lot

into a f***ing inferno.

Well, guess what?

Fire spreads.

Most of them died from smoke inhalation.

I know you mean well.

But you're not a cop.

You're a soldier.

And this is not Africa or Afghanistan.

You might be used to collateral damage,

but I am not.

Are you arresting me?

And what?

Lose my career when they start digging?

Here's my advice.

Leave police work to the police.

Stick to what you know.

Go back to your shop.

I mean, up until recently,

Moldova wasn't even a real country,

it was part of the Soviet Union.

So, is there like a Moldovan language?

Officially, yes, but from what I read,

it's a Romanian dialect.

Apparently, a lot of people

speak Russian too.

Well, I just hope that

they speak some English.

- Is that for us?

- Only the best for my girls.

Nice. Now all we need are paparazzi.

You want paparazzi? Hold on,

princess, I will give you paparazzi.

There. There, nice. There we go.

- Oh, yeah, I like that.

- Okay, come on.

Yeah, you are a natural.

Oh, no. No photos, no photos.

The lady doth protest too much.

Go.

That's it, that's it, perfect.

One more like that.

Okay, come on, let's go.

Andrew, I have been awake for 20 hours.

All right, princess, come on.

Mommy's tired. Daddy's a Jackass.

But he's our Jackass.

You know, you might actually experience

the place a little better

if you stopped a moment

to really look at the city

with your eyes.

Last week, Laurie Perkins

posted pictures from Paris.

I figure I can outdo her in uniqueness,

if not in grandeur.

Admit it, old people suck at technology.

I land this fight, I promise you

Paris is not that far behind.

Let's not worry about Paris.

Let's just focus on getting

and winning this one.

Yes, ma'am.

F***.

That's the guy they want you to fight?

The white guy.

He's good.

He's a monster.

Sweetheart, what's the matter?

You know,

I read you could earn

good money as a trainer.

Oh, Becky, I am good at what I do.

Come here, let me show you something.

See this guy?

See how he only favors one side?

Right leg, right jab, boom, boom, boom.

Now, that's a weakness

his opponent is not exploiting.

He's not thinking long term.

And you do?

You betcha.

Put me in a cage with this guy,

I'd take him out two rounds, easy.

- I will tickle him to death.

- Okay. I get it, I get it.

You're a pro.

Ready for your comeback.

You betcha.

Okay.

Now can you use your superpowers to do

something about the wireless in this place?

I am trying to upload the pictures,

but the signal keeps dropping.

Dad.

Yeah, go try the balcony.

You might get a better signal.

Okay.

All right, I am going to take a shower.

If it's not fixed when I come down,

I will have them move

us to a different room.

Okay.

Oh, and we need ice.

Mom said she'd get some,

but she passed out.

All right, well, let her sleep.

We will go downstairs

and get some later, okay?

Okay.

- The signal here sucks.

- Oh, yeah.

It's best on the second floor,

near the ice machine.

Sorry I startled you. I am Amalia.

Becky. Nice to meet you.

- You here on vacation?

- Sort of.

- My dad's on a business trip.

- Let me guess.

A lawyer?

He's a fighter, actually. MMA.

You're kidding me.

See, now that's cool.

It has its good days.

Hey, princess, how'd it

go with the internet?

Becky?

Becky?

Becky.

Becky.

What's wrong?

Did you let her go out by herself?

What? No.

You have reached Becky.

Tell me something good.

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