6 Ways to Die Page #4

Relax.

I always take care of you,

don't I?

Somebody left this for you.

- Who gave this to you?

- Some kid dropped it off.

By the way,

this ain't a f***ing post office.

I don't know you, and you don't know me.

Get it?

Hello, Olivia.

Get in, let's have a chat.

Who are you? How do you know me?

I got a score for you.

Get in, and I'll give you the details.

How do you know I'm not wired?

Because a million dollar score

is worth more than a wire to a cop.

Now, you get in, or I f*** off.

I've never heard of a no-split deal.

What's your game?

I get what I want,

you get what you want.

What is that you want?

Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

You ever heard of him?

Nope.

Well, he's got something

that should've been mine.

I want you to get it for me.

What's the score?

A necklace.

The million dollar necklace?

Yeah.

How much is worth a man's freedom.

Vmanos.

It means the world to him.

I need you to rid him of it.

So...

just to make sure, you want me to take

that necklace and walk away?

No split.

- No split.

- Why?

Because he bought that chain in blood.

The bosses have a lot of pull in Mexico.

It was too easy for them

to pin her murder on me.

One phone call, and a small payoff

to some corrupt cops.

Call it a day.

For his so-called loyalty, the boss ensured

that I got the worst treatment imaginable.

Twenty years, twenty hard years

those motherfuckers gave me

for a crime I did not commit.

And worst of all, for murdering the woman

I would've given my life for.

Those are wounds that will never heal.

All for a chain

and the f***ing bullshit it represents.

That chain is meant to buy him

his freedom if the need ever arises.

And it cost me mine.

Before I have him killed, I need you

to take that chain away from him.

$500,000 if I split it.

Consider it done.

- I said a million.

- Black market.

Smart girl.

There is one more thing you should know.

He's got a soft spot for pretty girls.

That's why you picked me.

Who sent you?

What do you mean?

I haven't been this lucky

in a long time.

Oh, f***.

Yeah?

I'll be right there.

I gotta go. Gotta work.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Five more minutes.

I'll make it worth your while.

I wish I could.

I gotta go.

I'll be in touch.

Holy crap, man.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

- Did you find her?

- Jeez, man.

Don't creep up on people like that.

Yes, I found her. It's not good news.

What do you mean, "it's not good news"?

Is she dead?

Far from it.

This is her in Monaco

outside the Ritz-Carlton.

A few days later in Paris

shopping at the Champs-lyses.

A week later in Berlin,

a few days later in Thailand.

Yeah, I think you get the point.

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