Skiptrace Page #5

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and meet some friends,

take a pilates class,

have some fun.

You like that girl tonight?

She liked you.

Why didn't you talk to her?

She didn't even notice me.

When was the last time

you connected with a lady?

My fiance,

nine years ago.

You never told me

you were married.

We not marry.

She left me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What happened?

Victor wong have her.

The matador.

He killed my partner.

I watch him die.

After that...

My life

became revenge.

I let everything

it slip away.

"Bennie, sorry I had

to take off.

Don't take it

personally.

I'm leaving you this phone

because I think it might

be of use.

All you have to do

is figure out a way

to charge it.

Thanks for the honor lessons,

buddy. Connor."

Hey, young boy.

Did you see

the American guy?

Just last night.

Buy my horse.

He bought your horse?

Cash?

Damn dumbest horse

in all of Mongolia.

Come on.

Vmonos.

Vmonos.

Come on!

- Hey, hey!

- Juh!

Hey, bennie, went to

make a coffee run.

I was gonna surprise you

with a mocha frappuccino.

Bennie, bennie, no, no.

I bruise, I bruise, please.

I bruise, I bruise, please.

Please.

- You.

I want my refund.

You sold me a lemon,

you little sh*t.

You know,

this kind of big horse

only runs

for a hundred miles.

Small horse,

run forever, stupid.

I'll remember that

the next time

I'm in Mongolia.

You had the money

all the time?

Just a little.

For emergencies.

You never stop lying.

How your parents

raise you?

You don't know a thing

about my parents.

Everything you say

is just horse apples.

You see what I mean?

Next time I talk

to my bookie,

"hey, sal,

sorry about that two grand,

let me pay you

with a wallet full

of honor."

Don't say a word.

Bennie, bennie,

that's the guy!

No, hey, be quiet.

That's the guy

who shot the girl

in the casino.

Victor wong?

Are you sure

that's who you saw?

He shot her

at point blank range.

That's not something

you forget.

I take you to Hong Kong.

I spend my career

trying to prove

Mr. wong is the matador.

Now you can.

I'm taking you to testify

against wong.

What?

Victor wong

will see to it

that I don't even

get to trial.

Your proof

is on the phone.

I'm not going.

Hell, no.

Okay.

Just be quiet.

All right.

I'll play it cool.

Help!

He kidnapped me

and he said he's going

to use my pretty face

to make a million dollars.

Sorry! He had brain damage.

I'm a loud, handsome,

arrogant American

and you have

a lovely country

and I will

only ruin it,

I promise.

El diablo blanco.

He drink too much baijiu.

- Call Hong Kong police.

- Call the U.S. embassy.

Stop.

One at a time.

- He kidnapped me.

- I'm working a big case.

- Were you not listening?

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