Paralytic

Carson.

Hello, Sergio.

I'm so glad you came.

I heard about Clarissa.

Please, my friend.

Before we begin.

I thought we trusted each other.

Always new rules, my friend.

This I must take.

How did she die?

What would you like?

A beer.

A good one please.

You got it, darling.

It's for your next target.

Not this shit again.

After such success with the Amante job,

you cannot be surprised that the Patron wants more.

Our enemies were terrified.

Embrace your future.

I kill clean.

They don't even know they're dead.

I don't kill like this.

Patron no longer wants death.

Sergio, I won't do it.

Patron will be very disappointed in you.

You wanted to know about Clarissa.

Patron had Lance deliver on their fear.

Does this bother you?

Is the Patron listening right now?

I imagine he'd wanna hear me die

after drinking that shit.

He shouldn't have killed her.

My apologies my friend but you,

you need to drink your beer or die.

For your own good.

No.

Hello, Patron.

You should not have tortured her.

Now we'll both have to live with the consequences.

You there, Alice?

I'm here, Paul.

And it's 5:05 in the afternoon which means

I am off duty.

Yeah, but I got this call

about some disturbance at Hatchery Lake.

Paul, I'm off, have Dave do it.

So you're up.

Okay.

Gimme the address.

Hey, John, how's life?

Where have you been, mom?

Dad said you had news for me.

- Listen, I'm gonna have to call you later, sorry.

- Is something going on between you and Da...

Paul, I'm at the driveway.

Going to check things out.

10-4 Alice.

Call if you find anything.

Shelton Police, anyone there?

We have received a report of a disturbance.

I'll need to enter the premises.

Alice, is that you?

Wanna get me a report?

Alice, you okay out there?

Come on, Alice.

Answer the radio.

My name is Carson Empman.

By now you will have heard of me and the things I've done.

And if you have found this letter then I have died

a contented man.

I am being hunted by the Chutro drug cartel.

If their assassins find me alive, they will bring

something far worse than death.

They will bring the serum.

l have at most three days to take my revenge.

Then I will end my life on my terms.

For what I let happen to Clarissa,

l desen/e nothing less.

You there, Paul?

Here, Alice.

Why weren't you answering?

- Who was it that gave you the tip on this place?

He wouldn't give me his name.

But he had a Spanish accent, not from around here.

Seemed oonvinoed there's some foul play out there.

- Do me a favor, call the man named Bob Sistek,

he's with the FBI.

Have him run a trace on the tip

that we got on this place.

The FBI?

Jesus, what do you think you found?

- For my entire career with the cartel

l was a ghost.

No one had seen my face.

To find my jobs | just needed four words.

The key.

It was untraceable.

But then came the offer that ruined everything.

They wanted to meet.

Do | wish now I had turned around

never to work for the cartel again?

Never to have met Clarissa?

No.

I'd do it all again.

Good day, sir.

You must be Carson, yes?

Welcome to the Aguilamonte.

I believe it's the most beautiful winery outside of Spain.

I am Sergio the winemaker.

I am very honored to finally meet you, my friend.

You pay a lot of money for the chance.

I hope it's worth it.

Our new Patron certainly thinks so.

He has much faith in your talents.

New Patron?

- You must learn to keep up with current events, compadre.

Come, let us meet your new family.

Those you must trust now and forever more.

Well.

As long as that means until this job is through

we see eye to eye.

It's your new family.

To the left we have Anton.

On your right is Lance.

And the beautiful lady in front is Clarissa.

Please, call me Doctor.

Doctor of what, exactly?

Yes, yes, yes!

You are here for your distinctive abilities.

And to focus

solely on the task at hand.

As ordered by the Patron himself

you are to share nothing about yourself

or your past with the others.

- Unless one is to guess correctly, of course.

You see, I have a particular talent.

Sort of a sixth sense, I seem to be able

to guess people's worst fears.

Take Anton for example.

He seems to have a particular aversion

to being burned alive.

Shut your goddamn mouth.

lt's roasted actually.

Stuffed within a cowhide, strung over a smoldering fire.

Suffocating while his flesh melts knowing full well

that only the pain will kill him.

Say another word and you die.

- And that word will be to the Patron, wouldn't it?

Boys.

Let's get to work.

Excellent idea.

Let's get started.

You all follow me please.

Washington Herald.

- Hello, ma'am, I'm calling for Wendy Ludlow.

l have a story for her.

One moment please.

Thank you ma'am.

This is Wendy Ludlow.

Who is this?

- Miss Ludlow, I'm calling to tell you the whereabouts

of Senator Enrique Parker's son Jared.

He disappeared on September 20th 2011.

- Yeah, and that case has been closed

for three years.

- You can find him 50 meters north of the 17th green

at Rock Creek golf course.

Bring the police and an excavation unit.

If I see the story in tomorrow's online edition

I will give you the story of your career.

- Buddy, this will be the story of my career

if you weren't full of shit.

- It might be time to raise your standards.

I'll call you at five p.m. tomorrow at your time.

Wear running shoes.

- But how do I know this isn't a prank?

San Antonio Post.

Mitch Verplank please.

Alice?

Yeah?

Got a hold of your friend Sistek.

You didn't tell me he's the guy who hired you.

Yeah well he is, so did he help you?

He said the call came

from a switchboard station in Vegas.

They can't trace it beyond that.

He was also very interested in why you were asking