Dead Drop Page #3

Very few people in the world know

where to find me anymore, Miguelito.

Ozzy Ortiz.

The - the dentist's son?

Yeah. lf you want to know

how to get to my dog groomer, sure.

Kill him. He means nothing to me.

What about Jorje Garcia?

No idea who that is.

Kill him too. Vamos!

You.

What about you? What's your name?

- Your name. What is it?

- Lito Diaz.

You hear that? Lito.

Lito Diaz. Ring any bells?

Now l think

we're getting somewhere.

He doesn't know anything.

Nothing important.

See, l'm betting he does.

And l'm betting

l can get him to tell me exactly

where you are

in less than 20 seconds.

What do you think?

He got nothing, Michael.

l will kill you.

Where are they?

You hear that, San?

Hey. Call - call Ricky. Tell him

to get the safe house open, okay.

l'm on my way. And call Hector.

We need help and to meet us

on the way. Get the girl.

Please, can you just please

take these off, please.

Only a flare.

That must stop.

There. He's right there.

Right behind you. You see him?

Yeah, right there.

That way! To the left!

Move!

Let her go, San.

You know l can't, mi hermano.

Don't make me do it, Miguelito.

What happened to you?

Oh, sh*t. Michael.

lnside.

Why do you even care about her?

l mean who is she?

That's not your business, kid.

Have a seat.

lt's not like l'm really saying anything

or really implying anything.

Just, l heard you took...

a lot of Santiago's money.

l mean, did you?

Let me tell you something.

l'm fixing the lies, okay?

You want to stay alive, huh?

Think. lt's in here, okay? Think...

before you speak. Got it?

You two were close.

Why didn't you kill him?

Just like that, huh?

Let me ask you a question.

You ever killed anybody?

Could you kill your best friend?

l don't think so.

Santiago is a man of...

We had troubles in the south.

Okay.

Are you going to kill him?

lf l find Santiago.

l don't.

Down!

Get over here!

- Jesus!

- Move! Keep your head down!

Jesus! Jesus!

- They found us!

- Shut up. Keep your head down.

Where's getting out of here.

Hang on. Ready? Get ready.

Let's go! Now!

Michael,

this operation is over.

l've been ordered to nullify you.

Yeah, maybe, but you better make sure

you don't miss, Dwight.

Move!

l'm fixing things, Dwight.

- Pissed off the brass, Michael.

- Okay, listen.

Come here. Yeah. You know what?

Let me bring you Santiago, okay?

l'll clear out and you'll never hear

from me again.

That's not good enough.

l'm going to give you one more chance

to bring yourself in.

We could deal with this back at...

You know,

l don't think this is going

to work out for me, Dwight.

All right, buddy. Suit yourself.

Go!

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