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Two rooms.

You only have two customers.

Slow season.

How do you make a living?

Low overhead.

Occasional opportunity.

The occasional opportunity?

You know, where you're standing, that's for employees only.

Oh.

Pardon.

Bad neighborhood.

Yeah, it must be.

Shotgun and... whatever you got underneath your shirt.

You guys took your time.

Circling around.

Yeah, we had to drive about a half a mile. Send you a picture.

No, it's, uh, gay confirmation.

Internet sucks.

Should've come in.

Got free Wi -Fi.

How

long

you had this place?

About a year.

A friend of mine left it to me.

Well, we hear you don't have any friends.

Not anymore.

Standing still for a year, you had to know that was going to be too long.

I had obligations, and... you get tired.

That's something you could have thought about.

In the first place.

You know the story?

No, we don't give a shit about the story.

We hear lots of stories.

See, he's not going to appreciate it, but you might.

Sure won.

Yeah, sure.

Buy you a beer.

You can cut me off if you get bored.

Me and Franco.

Hey.

On the way.

Inside an hour.

Okay.

Hey, you good?

You know anything about rice cookers?

What? They come in a travel size.

I think it's overpriced, though. What, you want me to do some research on rice

cookers? Sure.

You know what? Nah, I'll do my own research.

You know what? Tell me what you find out.

Who says I don't get laid?

Hey, what do you know about rice cookers? Not much.

I'm thinking about getting one.

Why? I travel a lot.

I eat a lot of rice.

Is rice expensive?

Almost never.

So?

You're smart.

You're a smart young woman.

Something only a dad would say.

Oh, I'm sure.

I'm sure you, Penn, would disagree, right?

Grades are fine.

And I got the check.

Thank you.

Didn't seem like much.

Tuition's covered, and I work at the lab a few nights.

Should you be working?

I mean, shouldn't you be focused on... Mom worked through college.

She'd have wanted it to be easier for you.

I'd rather it wasn't too easy, you know?

Sure.

I don't know what your schedule's like, but I've got a break coming up.

Yeah, yeah, um... Yeah, uh -huh.

Look, I know.

What did I do, Dad?

Why can't I see you?

No, you didn't do anything.

Five years.

It's been five years.

Someday I'm going to tell you the reason and you'll wish I hadn't.

Jesus.

What am I supposed to do with that?

This isn't normal.

The money... The money's what I've got right now.

Look, I've gotta get back to work.

I love you.

fucking rice cooker rifle on the other side of the hot zone two ufos sitting in

a car maybe the object put out an advanced security i don't know maybe

no the police have been managed it is definitely not the police you're sure no

no i'm an asshole who hasn't kept you alive and safe for 10 years write down

this plate seven eight a j u g seven eight

7 -8 -8 -J -U -G. Take this fucking seriously.

The fuck?

What? Call me back.

Hey.

Two is better than one, honey.

Do I make you nervous?

No, baby, not at all. No one's nervous.

Just thought you might want a little taste of home.

How you end up down here? There's a story there.

Story's not as sad as you're thinking. Not as different from mine as you're

thinking. Which is why I can't have you come up here and make me fall in love

with you.

It's unlocked.

Okay if I turn on the light?

No.

Hey.

Walk over to that window.

Take off your top.

Anything under the skirt?

That's good.

Now open the blinds.

It's a blue Skoda.

See it?

They're gone, baby.

You know them?

Keep looking out the window.

They cops?

No. How do you know?

I just gave them anyone a blowjob.

I make them not a cop.

I paid.

They have guns?

I didn't see.

They're the type that might?

Yeah.

Are you jerking off?

Maybe.

The roof across the street, the one with the construction, you see it?

Yeah. Can you get up there?

Yeah, but it's empty. It's an empty building. No, my friend's up there. He's

working late.

Close the blinds. Put your clothes back on.

So you really don't want to fuck?

No, not since my daughter was 14.

You have a phone?

All right.

I want you to go up on the roof and say hello to Mr. Sanchez.

Whatever he wants.

It's on me.

Like a joke?

Yeah. Yeah, like a joke.

After, you can have the rest.

Okay.

Thank you.

American? Out of Miami.

You got a bad feeling about this? Get the fuck out. I leave without knowing

the fuck is going on, then I don't know what the fuck is going on.

Who else is down here?

What do you mean? Other tradesmen. Who's active here?

Well, shit, you know, let me check Facebook. None of yours?

You know I would have mentioned it. Would you?

Let me say hello to my friend.

It's for you.

No way. No way you saw me.

I recognize your puke green MSR.

You supposed to do me before or after I take the shot?

Kind of a moon point now.

Come on, Sanchez.

Tits out the window. It was a good fucking moon, man.

But I'm always improving on you.

You don't think I'll shoot you right through her?

I'm the warm person in the world that knows you won't.

One chance. Come over. I'll buy you a beer.

I don't drink, yo.

She's dead anyway, but you always did leave the dirty work for me.

So what now?

Window, maybe?

You go for the door?

I got all day while you moved the dresser.

Stop running, you double -dealing fuck.

From what?

You? You can't make a decision about a fucking rice cooker. Well, that's why

tipped the target and sold him Sanchez?

To double on me?

Who? I would have walked away.

You should have let me walk away.

Yeah, well, you should have.

You should have. Yeah?

Yeah? Well, you should have taken a chance, Dean. Now.

Now. Now what?

If you make it out of that room, you'd better fucking ghost. Because the day

you're spotted, someone goes to UPenn, to the Richmond dorms, and then God

what's going to happen. Fuck you!

Fuck you, Dean!

Sorry. Oh, don't apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.

You grew up so well, I just figured being around would have fucked things

But maybe I fucked up anyway. Maybe, yeah.

Maybe, maybe there's just no right answer.

No.

I am. I did.

I am doing my best.

I just... I just want us to be good.

We're great, Dad.

Okay, then.

Good night.

me it's done yes sir you all right i know the two of you had history oh that

years ago i mean i thought it wasn't weird someday you'll do the same to me

right not if you're smarter than he was should be a red renault up on block no

one steals a strip

Now they're here.

Hey, man, you sure about this shit?

I got GIA certificates.

Don't worry.

What are GIA certificates?

It means the diamonds are legit.

It's how the client wanted to pay. The guy in Panama is set to convert them for

you. Killing this phone now. Talk to you in a month.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on, man. Stripping a stripped car?

Doesn't make sense.

Try me.

Are you fucking angry?

I don't believe he intended to shoot me. Look that way, man.

You gave me up.

All right, that's good. It's a good sign.

Yeah?

If you were going to dump me on the side of the road, you'd tell me, right?

Unless... You can shut up now.

Oh, shit.

I see.

It's G -Man Snitch, and he doesn't trust you.

Hey,

man,

seriously, man.

How long we been working together, man?

You still can't speak this in fucking Spanish?

I know enough to know when I'm being wrapped up.

Hey, I don't give a shit which one of you I make a deal with.

All right.

Motherfucker, that was a good one.

You want me to shut the fuck up, buddy?

You have to hit me harder than that.

You're just turning me on.

Miguel, you're just encouraging him. Boy, it's a long fucking ride, you know?

keeps me awake.

Oh, yeah? Long ride to where?

Huh?

Where we going, guy?

The diamonds are worth $250.

First one of you kills the other, I'll bump it another $250.

That's $375 more than either one of you was expecting.

You know, I'm good for it.

I got it.

Oh, shit. Look, he's thinking about it. You better act fast, man. He's thinking

about it.

Because he's going to trust a greasy piece of shit like you.

What the fuck are you doing, man?

Hey, man, come on.

This is making you fucking feel better. Relax.

Fucking relax.

Relax?

Hey, you know what? G -Man is trying to figure out how to fucking shoot me from

the back seat. Pull over, man. Let me break his jaw.

It works, man. What the fuck you care about works? Yeah?

Pull over.

Let me break his fucking jaw.

500. 500.

500. Just get this shit moving.

What?

Man, you know, I was driving around with a dead fucking body, man.

It's not the first time.

We'll over it, throw him in the trunk, clean up a little.

The fuck?

Seriously. How much money have we made together?

This much, man.

That other one. Fuck you, man. Fuck you. Yeah, exactly. That's what I'm afraid

of, man. Exactly that.

So what?

What's the plan here? You're just gonna drive around all night?

Uh -huh.

Hmm?

This car doesn't run out of gas?

You know what? It's okay, man.

If you're a fucking guy, it's fine. It's fine.

Empty.

You fucking kidding me?

I'm not fucking kidding you, motherfucker.

You know we're through after this.

Yeah, Lance, I fucking know.

No. I'll fucking shoot you, Lance.

You're gonna anyway.

No, I'm not. Then I'll load your gun. You're not gonna fucking do that, you

crazy? Because I can trust you, but you can't trust me. Well, you shot that

fucking guy, man. Because he was getting in our heads!

He got us here!

Well, Lance.

Here we are.

Partner.

Okay, man

Oh,

you're not gonna run, partner?

No, I got the diamond!

Open the can.

See what you got.

Not a lot.

Well, do what you can.

We're gonna figure out a story.

What happened?

It's, uh... Got a little messy.

Oh, Nance.

Come here. No, we're okay.

We're okay.

You felt me.

That's right through there.

The bullet went out the other side.

Is there a hole?

No.

My man was right on the money.

And all it cost was a little part of my soul.

A part I wasn't using.

Miguel was as bad as me.

You killed him for me.

He didn't give me a choice.

I'm being honest.

Even if you knew why, I needed to know.

I think I would have been better without you.

Nothing is better than this.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Listen to me.

We're always meeting us at Hotel Del Franco with a new passport and papers.

Get you on a plane to Bonn.

I come out with a new passport in a week.

New identities for both of us.

Veronica's the biggest diamond. That's his payment, got it?

We are doing this together.

Please, I need you at the hotel.

Yeah.

I want you to turn your face.

So you can see me well.

What do you see?

I see the gun.

Start driving.

Down.

Do you have guns?

It's going to smell good.

Ready?

Yes.

Everything is going to be fine, my love.

I just need you to help me.

I don't care if you look at me, but don't get distracted, okay?

¿Cuánto te costó esta noche?

Mi trabajo.

Si un diablo en tu cabeza te dice, retrocede, para ver cuánto te pagan por

decir lo que tú sabes, dile a ese diablo que sí.

They're going to let me talk.

But they're going to kill me anyway.

For helping her.

It doesn't matter what the story tells them.

Street.

One night.

I'm supposed to ask for ID and a credit card.

If you need anything.

You're here all night?

I was going to say dial 00.

Yes, I am.

Bourbon and tequila and bourbon and beer.

Tequila and beer.

I thought you were the clerk.

Clerk, bartender, security guard, owner.

Owner? What happened to Franco?

You know Franco?

No, I read the sign.

I won this place in a poker game.

Really? It's a long game.

And it turns out it's not worth that much.

Is that why you do everything yourself?

I have people during the day and night, though. You like the quiet.

I don't get much sleep anyway.

Bad dreams?

What makes you say that?

Everyone has bad dreams.

That's not your real answer.

That's what you came up with right after you wish you hadn't asked the question.

You talk to all your hotel guests like this.

You know a man named Araña?

Spanish for spider, right? I don't know him. I'm supposed to be meeting him

here. You mean a guy named Aranya.

Nothing good come of that.

You mean a woman like me.

Meaning a guy named Aranya. I think you've met some Aranyas in your time.

Probably some snakes and lobos, too.

What makes you say that?

The way you drink.

How nervous you are.

How nervous you're not.

Franco's that, isn't he?

The back of your neck, that scar is from a knife. The one on your hand, that's

from a bullet.

Maybe I had one really bad day.

You have the eyes in the hands of a violent man.

I know, because I know violent men.

So the questions are, did Franco die by your hand, and why?

And does a violent man really think he's going to find peace behind a hotel

desk?

the answers those aren't my questions

I'll

build your room

Your business is worse than mine.

It's all about the quality, not the quantity.

Doesn't get lonely, wandering around that empty hotel?

I see people walk in, take one look around, walk right back out.

Maybe I'm turning them away.

Me too.

Only tonight this guy wanted to fall in love with me.

There's always that danger.

Seen Gigi?

Not for a few hours.

She must have gone home then.

Guess I'll do the same.

You know, I see you almost every night. I steal your cigarettes.

You never once asked me to throw you one.

And you never once asked me how I ended up down here.

You never asked me either.

That's what we like about each other.

So what's the pitch?

The pitch?

I'm not delusional enough to think you find me irresistible.

No.

You're a man who understands the mechanics of this world, but not its

Has got me this far.

Would you walk out of here tonight?

Where would I be walking to?

Would you?

For the right reason. What's the right reason look like?

When you played cards with Franco.

And he put the deed down to this place. What gave it value to you?

Money? Pleasure? So we're not discussing reasons. We're negotiating payment.

Would you prefer a cause?

You're not striking me as a cause.

More of a rabbit hole.

A rabbit hole.

I've fallen to you knowing full well there's going to be a hard landing.

I'm getting out of a difficult situation.

Becoming a new person.

First thing I thought I would have been by now.

Aranya's given you a new identity.

Way out of the city, the country.

It has to be quickly, tonight.

Because you're using someone else's money.

I don't see it that way.

But someone does.

You're right.

I've known Aranya since snakes.

I know how to handle them, but they don't know that at first.

At first, it's easier to have someone like me around to deal with the snakes

Aranyas. But you couldn't have planned for that, for me being here.

Plan is just an action that you sit and contemplate for so long that it becomes

complicated. I'd rather move from opportunity to opportunity.

I saw your knuckles.

Your scars.

And I recognize an opportunity.

Same as you saw in me.

I'm not the guy you think I am. You don't want to be, but you are.

If I could go, I would, but I can't.

Can't or won't?

You think I'd say no to you if I had the choice? Oh, it seems like you are. It

really is, Kim.

Though I don't like my chances with you.

Uh -huh.

She'll kill me. And me, if she smells your perfume.

Behind the staircase, there's an exit out into the alley. I have to go back to

my room first. The money you don't think is hers.

It's worth way more than this hotel.

Way more than what Franco died for.

That's not going to make me move any faster.

All right. All right.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't shoot. Don't shoot, please. I'm sorry. Don't shoot.

I'm sorry.

He's with Franco's place.

Yeah.

Sold it to me.

When was that?

Uh... About a week before he disappeared.

You got proof?

You need it?

Do you know who I am?

Not specifically, but...

You are a type.

I am a type.

Are you a type, too?

Yeah, the kind that doesn't want to get shot.

Good.

Because the horse may like you, but the answer to me.

A girl came in, traveling light, probably offered to fuck you, not to

she's here. Well, now I wish you would have shown up a little later.

Yeah, room 27, up the stairs on the left.

Chen?

I don't know. I was in my office. You know, I don't have all the answers.

Hola.

You could have given her any key, any goddamn... The one with your suitcase in

it. She'll sit and wait a while.

Buys you time to get out of here. She'll hunt me down and kill me. I don't think

so.

You don't either.

You think you can talk your way out of this. Probably have before.

Now, the questions are, should you?

And is your freedom worth more to you than whatever you stole from her?

You might want to go out through the alley and come back in through the

For our parents' sake.

Tranquilo.

You fuck her?

Either way, she's going to say that you did.

And then?

We already killed her lover tonight.

So... Here we are.

I've been sitting there too long.

I was thinking the same thing.

You think that thumb trick would work a second time?

You think it's the only trick I know?

Love.

Whatever she thinks will make it start.

I wasn't waiting to start.

You don't mean shit to her.

You get that, right?

Not to her or to you, though.

Do you think you can run far enough, fast enough?

I am pretty light on my feet.

Not with her hanging onto your fucking leg.

What's the offer?

What do you want?

We just made an argument for killing you. Don't ask me what you think your

fucking goddamn life is worth.

She took jewelry.

Maybe a hundred thousand in cash.

Hidden here somewhere for sure.

She took her and it's all fucking yours.

I don't have anything against her.

You don't have anything against me either.

I kind of don't like you.

And I did enjoy fucking her.

Just kill this fucking bitch so we can walk out of here, please.

You picked the wrong one this time.

He's not a killer.

She's right.

Bullshit.

Because you were looking at the scars, not at the man who lost the taste for

him. Now get your purse and get out of here.

And then what? She gets a head start.

And you get what she stole from me?

Maybe. Back up. Fuck no.

Fuck you. No.

Fuck no. Fuck you. Fuck no.

I did. I just got to the knife first.

We'll need to get rid of the body. Bring my car around back, clean up the blood

the best you can, and then roll her up in the bedspread.

Okay. First, though, the money and the jewelry.

It goes in the same till after she's out of here, so you don't get the idea to

leave me with this.

And after?

I don't take money I didn't earn.

I know it sounds unlikely, but... you're gonna have to wait and see.

That's all.

Except for what you were going to pay Aranya in your bra on your left breast,

where you kept me from touching you.

I mean, I'd love to go looking for it, but now's not the time, is it?

You might want to clean yourself up a little too.

Two rooms. You only have two customers.

Slow season.

How do you make a living?

Low overhead.

Occasional opportunity.

Occasional opportunity?

You know, where you're standing, that's for employees only.

Oh, pardon.

Bad neighborhood.

That must be shotgun. Whatever you got underneath your shirt.

You guys took your time, circling around.

Yeah, we had to drive about a half a mile, send you a picture, get

Internet sucks.

Should have come in.

Got free Wi -Fi.

How long, man?

About a year. A friend of mine left us a message.

Well, we hear you don't have any friends.

Not anymore.

Standing still for a year.

You had to know that was going to be too long.

I had obligations and... You get tired.

That's something you could have thought about.

The birthright.

You know the story?

I wouldn't give a shit about the story.

We heard lots of stories. See, he's not going to appreciate it.

But you want it.

Sure want it.

Yeah, sure.

I'll buy you a beer.

You can cut me off if you get bored.

Me and Franco.

Franco liked this place. Yeah.

This is him.

He had a different name before. He changed it after he bought this place.

Cheaper than buying a new sign.

Actually, a lot more expensive.

See, me and Franco used to be you and you. I guess I was you because Franco

wasn't an asshole.

The organization found us doing PMC work.

PMC?

Private military contractors, mercenaries, ex -rangers, ex -seals.

Which were you?

Franco was a ranger.

I was a truck driver.

Saved his life more by accident than anything else, if I'm being honest. He

me under his wing. You know, you're not helping me keep this story short.

Our people hired you and Franco. Is it okay if I fix myself a drink?

Please do.

Turned out we were working for them and didn't even know it.

In Cameroon.

I learned why they called them blood diamonds.

Franco was a genius at that shit. How to track people down, when to kill them,

when to let... What did the organization tell you?

That you stole money.

That would be part of the cautionary tale.

So, after Cameroon, Franco and I are sent all over the world, taking care of

shit. That's me and him.

Right.

Seven years ago, Mexican Border Patrol seizes the shipment.

Me and Franco are sent south with a bag of money.

Cops try to haggle for more, so the organization says, teach them a lesson,

the shipment, bring back the money.

Which was good and well, nothing new.

Except it was a shipment of girls.

Eleven. Ten.

Nine years old.

Yeah, so.

Oh, this is bullshit.

Now, why the fuck would I make up a story like this?

So I wouldn't kill you. Jesus Christ.

You are fucking dim.

I was you, remember?

I heard plenty of stories, worse stories.

It's all secondhand. It's abstract to you. It's not staring at a cage full of

little girls and no... Light them on fire or

never go home.

So you kept the money in Baltimore?

And cut the girls loose.

And he wanted the three things was enough to get us killed. But my feeling

setting the girls loose was what really pissed them off because then they had to

send someone else to hunt them down and round them up and do what we didn't.

Someone with a tolerance for that kind of shit.

Maybe even an appetite for.

So they died anyway.

All of that was for nothing. It didn't seem like it at the time. Not for Franco

especially.

He took one of the girls.

No, you assholes. Not like that.

A switch flipped.

Rolled him back past working for the organization. Back past the merc shit in

Cameroon. Back to the guy he imagined he'd be when he signed up to fight for

country.

He wanted to be a good guy, a decent guy. Bought this place, bought a new

identity.

He raised that girl like a daughter.

He's getting fucking dead.

Yeah, I poisoned him. We're almost to that part.

Lack.

I've been able to pull that trick twice so he wouldn't still be talking.

Let's just do this, man.

You want to hear the end, don't you? I mean, the thought of walking out of here

never having got to the point.

Franco.

And the girl. His daughter.

For all intents and purposes.

Just like any other daughter, she turns 17 and decides that she hates him.

Gets involved with some asshole, convinces her to mule Lee.

Doesn't even make it out of town before she's picked up by this tag team.

Local police and federal agent Miguel Garcia and Lance Erickson.

What happens next is anybody's guess.

Suffice it to say.

The pills disappear.

Then the girl's body turns up in a field.

Naked.

Tortured.

Cut into pieces.

So what do you think Franco, hardcore soldier, mercenary, professional killer

like your own bad selves, what do you think he does next?

He goes after the motherfuckers. Goes after the motherfuckers. So insane with

grief, he forgets every lesson he ever taught me about patience, about stealth.

And I didn't stop him.

I didn't stop Franco.

Just like I didn't stop.

He's an unguided missile.

And these cops don't exist in a vacuum. They're on the payroll of a very bad

woman.

A woman who doesn't give a shit about anybody's adopted daughter. His boss,

also happens to be dead, rolled up in a bedspread upstairs.

So that's why you've been here a year? Yeah. Getting in for your dumbass friend

fucking up, getting in for his dumbass not even daughter?

I take it back, man.

That is the saddest fucking story I ever heard.

I'm not surprised you see it that way.

You cut it close.

Selling accounts right before we found you.

Let's just say I've had a good meal and I'm not hungry anymore.

And because the money won't do me any good anymore, there's a safe in my

cash, jewelry, plus about $250 ,000 in diamonds.

This is the combination.

You should have listened to your own story.

That's not enough to buy us off. It's not even close. I know.

It's motivation for the person I've really been talking to.

No!

Almost worth seeing what you think you can do with that.

But I've been trying to get the fuck out of here for the last half hour.

My day, a professional wouldn't use a strange gun without checking it first.

Let's go get your stuff.

You're out on you.

I used a cutout to deal with your girlfriend, but yeah, pretty much.

Bad news is I don't have a new identity for you.

Good news is, with her dead, you don't need one. You couldn't have known.

Not everything.

You leading her to me was definitely plan B.

Plan A was her and Lance killed each other.

And maybe me.

I would have felt badly about that.

Not badly enough.

No.

Took them out of Cameroon.

Never thought right about spending them.

And those two out there?

Bought me some time before their people send the next pair looking for me.

I hate to cut this short, but I have a few last things to do before I go.

Go where?

What if I had killed Sanchez?

It was a plan C.

I didn't kill those girls.

I couldn't.

You didn't stop it.

No.

I didn't.

I haven't been right since. I haven't been able to look at my daughter.

You want me to say I'm sorry?

You want me to say anything other than fuck you?

No, you don't have a right.

No, I don't.

The guy you hired me through, when he finds out that Sanchez is dead, he's

to go after my daughter.

The number's in there.

It's the only number in there.

That's not my problem.

You set this in motion.

What do you expect me to do?

Well, you seem to do best.

Just think of something.