Kidnap Capital Page #4

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If I call,

it would be like if I failed.

Again.

You know what I'm gonna do,

for you?

I'm gonna call your mama myself.

And I'm gonna tell her

that you're dead,

and that you failed,

right to the end.

Alright, we gotta start

clearing this room!

Now, some of you have got leads

that we need to finalize.

Who wants to go first?

Tegus!

We got an address

for your cousin.

What's happening?

They're onto him!

Let's go.

Did something happen?

No.

So you think...

San Diego's gonna come

through for you?

Yeah. I... I think...

Uh...

Did you change your mind?

About what?

Let's make a phone call.

Right.

Here! Let's call.

Let's go in the other room.

Why don't you write about this?

That's one down!

Silo's gonna love that.

You're the one

who picks up the pollos!

Maybe I should let you

tell your cousin

how you picked up a f***ing

reporter from the current,

and nearly put us all

on the front page!

You wrap that sh*t up!

Psst!

Rafa!

Shh, shh, shh, shh...

Stop!

You stay off of me, cerote!

We left for a reason too.

I didn't want my baby

growing up in a place

where she had to be scared

all the time.

We left

because of bastards like you.

I'll work...

Huh?

I'll do whatever.

Anything.

My wife.

You have to promise

that she's gonna be okay.

You'll work.

Why didn't I think of that?

Of course!

You'll work!

You can trim my hedge!

Or mow my lawn,

or wash my car...

How about you wipe my ass

after I take a sh*t?

That's what I need.

Not your f***ing work!

Maybe I should just shoot you,

and put your wife to work!

She can make me some money.

Let's go ask elenita.

- I don't have anything!

What do you want me to do?

Did they do this to...

You got two choices,

you motherf***er!

You either pay, or you end up

wrapped in plastic,

with mister newspaperman.

- Huh?

- -Wyler!

Wyler!

Silo.

Yeah?

You cashing me out this Sunday?

Yeah, no, I know

i said by the weekend, but...

You're losing pollos out there!

You know how this happens!

Some of these guys

have just been here two days!

You take the backend,

how I handle the middle

is up to me.

There has to be a backend,

that's the point!

We got 22 more coming, who will

be dropped at your house.

You take them to chino's,

or some other house!

Stall them in the f***ing desert

for all I care!

Don't tell me

where to drop them!

-Fine.

-You're cashing me out,

and they're getting dropped

at your house!

Fine!

You told him

about the f***ing reporter.

What I tell silo or

don't is none of your business.

Everything that happens

in this house

is my f***ing business!

Silo knows.

Silo knows what i

f***ing put in his pocket.

Yeah?

He ain't happy with what you

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