VANish Page #4

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What?

Dude, why?

She's going to try some sh*t.

She won't.

Ow.

All yours.

All right, I got supplies.

Max, want a beer?

Oh, nice.

Road pops.

I would have asked

for 10 million.

What?

The ransom.

I mean, you didn't

have to kidnap me.

You could have just asked.

You and me could

have split it 50/50.

Without all this

unnecessary bullshit.

Yeah, right.

Give me that f***ing beer.

Here you go, man.

You look so familiar to me.

Max played a car mechanic

in one of the Smile car

insurance commercials?

Oh, sh*t.

Wait, I think I saw that.

What, you were... you were the

guy who was singing that jingle,

right?

How did that

work out for you, pal?

Not like I'd hoped.

- Jesus!

- You jerk!

I almost hit

a kid in a stroller.

You had unprotected sex!

Big f***ing deal!

Stupid mothers

and their kids, man,

so entitled.

Can someone please

turn on the radio?

Yeah, well, we don't jam to

Shakira in this car.

Oh, give me a

f***ing break, man.

I listen to The Doors,

Jimi Hendrix,

The f***ing Stones.

Those are good bands.

The girl's got some... some...

Got some good taste in music.

All right. Everybody,

everybody keep quiet.

This is it.

- Hello?

- Hello.

Who is this?

I'm the last person you want

to send a threatening video to.

I'm going to assume

this is Carlos,

Carlos Rodriguez.

I'm going to assume

this is the f***ing idiot

who doesn't know what

he's got himself into.

This will go a lot easier

if you assume

I'm the smartest

motherf***er alive

because if you don't,

things will turn out very

bad for you very quickly.

Let me talk to my daughter.

Talk to your dad.

Hola Papa?

It's been a long time, hija.

Are they treating you OK?

Give me that.

Hey, reunion is over.

You dare interrupt us when

I haven't spoken to her...

Listen here, you can make up

lost years when we get paid.

Ah, the five million dollars

you requested.

That's a lot of dinero.

You'll have to give me

some time.

No, you have until

tomorrow afternoon.

Outside Barstow.

Take the 35, exit 15.

Take the freeway east,

2 miles on a dirt road.

You come alone, you put

the money in briefcases,

low denominations.

Uh.

Now, wait a goddamn minute.

No, no.

You wait a minute.

This is the last time

we will speak.

If you do anything that

we didn't just discuss

or you don't show...

Then what?

I'll f***ing bury her

out there, a**hole!

Welcome to LA.

F***.

It only opens from the outside.

Yeah. You can't blame

a girl for trying.

Yeah, I guess not.

God, my mom used to say

that she could get from

downtown to Santa Monica

in like 15 minutes flat

back in the '70s.

Do you just see your mom

on the weekends?

You should know,

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