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Call of Juarez The Cartel Walkthrough: Chapter 6 (3 of 3)

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Ben: We need wheels.

Eddie: Yeah, no shit.

Ben: Someone has to find one.

Jess: What if the Sergeant is still alive?

Ben: No, honey. He's dead. He was a good man, but he's gone. Just try to maintain, okay? We need to find a car. You just stay right here.

Eddie: Stay with her. I'll go.

Gangster 1: Yo te mataria!

Eddie: Watch out!

Kim: Ahead!

Jess: I can't believe Sergeant Dempsey is dead. Doesn't he have a little girl?

Gangster 2: They're here somewhere, homes.

Gangster 3: Check one by one.

Gangster 4: Not in here.

Gangster 5: They've got to be here somewhere, ese.

Jessica: I'm scared.

Kim: Shhhhh.. You're all right now.

Ben: And I saw a pale horse and he who sits upon it and his name is death, and he has a bullet with your fucking name on it!

Gangster 6: I got them!

Gangster 7: Ramon! Over here, men! We got them!

Ben: This will do.

Gangster 8: Come on out, bitch!

Gangster: Come on, over here.

Ben: This will do.

Eddie: I found a car, come on!

Ben: Jessica! Come on! Don't give up now!

Eddie: Come on, Jess!

Ben: Get in the car!

Eddie: Left!

Kim: Go! Before they see us! Where to now?

Ben: I know a place. A place where no one will ever find us.

Jess: Can someone finally tell me what's going on here?

Kim: They must have been watching us. Someone was careless.

Ben: Or someone talked.

Kim: What are you saying?

Ben: I'm saying someone dropped a goddamn dime and it sure the fuck wasn't me.

Eddie: No, because it's never the white guy who's the bad guy, right?

Ben: Give me a fucking break, ese.

Jessica: What the hell is wrong with you people. You're supposed to be protecting me. You're supposed to be working together.

Eddie: That's the biggest joke of all. Everyone in DC knows that the DEA and FBI are like oil and fucking water. And LAPD here is the goddamn match.

Jessica: So who's idea was it?

Kim: Shane Dickson. Special Assistant to the Deputy Attorney General.

Ben: It's all about making the public feel like we're working together, singing koombaya. When really what it's all about, what it's always been about, is some politician covering their goddamn ass, hoping it's all going to work out.

Jessica: Or not work out. Maybe someone set this task force up to fail.

Ben: Oh, that's an interesting theory, but things aren't that complicated, sweetie. Nine times out of ten, the suits in charge don't know their asses from their elbows.

Jessica: In the meantime, somebody wants me dead.

Kim: I don't think so. They wanted to kidnap you to find out something before we do. Something we haven't discovered yet.

Jessica: What?

Eddie: Evidence, pictures, tapes. Your father had to have some kind of insurance.

Jessica: But I don't know anything!

Kim: You've got your phone? Give it to me.

Jessica: I turned it off like you told me.

Eddie: They'll trace us. You know they will.

Ben: Then let's make ourselves a moving target.

Kim: You know a Kevin?

Jessica: My father used to work with a Kevin Donleavy.

Kim: Donleavy was kicked out after he accidentally killed his partner on a raid.

Eddie: Accidentally?

Kim: Rumor was he had a substance abuse problem.

Ben: Call him, see what he wants.

Kim: But what do I... Kevin? It's Jessica Stone. Patrick Stone's daughter.

Kevin: Oh yeah. I remember you, sweetie. You were a teenager the last time I saw you. Sweet 16. I was at your party, remember?

Jessica: Not really.

Kevin: Yeah, well. It doesn't matter. Look, your father sent me something in the mail. Said I should keep it in case something happened to him. Why the hell would he send it to me?

Jessica: Well, what is it?

Kevin: Well, it's what got him killed is what it is. This crap goes all the way to the top. I'm thinking maybe I should just throw the key in the goddamn ocean.

Jessica: No, no, don't do that. I'll come get it.

Kevin: All right, but be careful, okay? Meet me tomorrow at nine at the Panorama. The bar on the roof. And come alone.

Kim: What does he mean this shit goes all the way to the top?

Eddie: Hey, he's a fucking drunk. Who the fuck knows.

Ben: For now, not a word to anyone. Not about the meeting or where we're hiding out. As far as I'm concerned, we can't trust anybody.

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