200 Degrees Page #5
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2017
- 91 min
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Anna?
Anna, can you hear me?
Please...
You have to know, you have to
know, you have to know that...
Anna, I'm so sorry...
Please answer.
I never lied about how I felt about you.
I love you so much.
I love our son.
Please believe me.
Please don't think I'm lying about that.
How very touching.
Just let them go.
Ryan, Ryan, are you okay?
No, it's almost over.
It's almost done and I...
I want you to know that...
I'm sorry I wasn't the
brother I should have been.
Don't talk like that,
we've got a lead from
the cell phone company.
We've triangulated your position.
We'll be there in fifteen
minutes, just hang in there man.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'm sorry.
Ryan.
I want you to pull out the gun
from the box in front of you.
Shoot yourself and I'll let them go.
It ends here.
Or, you tell me you'd rather them die,
and I'll open that door
for you right now.
All you have to do is choose.
Please know I am sorry.
Do it.
F***ing do it.
Ryan, thank God!
It's okay, Ryan...
It's all over.
No.
No, you were too far away.
Why?
You're my brother,
how could you do this?
Do what?
How could I take something
that didn't belong to
you in the first place?
I never hurt you.
Is that so?
Not like this...
Do you remember Adam?
Jesus Christ,
I'm sorry you lost your son.
What the f*** does that
have to do with this?
When was the last time you called him?
Can you tell me that?
Ryan?
Come on...
Was it Christmas?
I don't remember.
Was it his birthday?
He was your nephew.
I don't know.
You don't know because you never did...
Not once.
Last summer...
I asked you to meet me
at Margie's Diner.
Yeah I remember.
And do you remember why?
You needed a favor.
That's right...
I was asking for your help...
Now do you remember what I asked for?
Or does that escaped you?
A loan?
You wanted a loan.
Now do you remember
what that loan was for?
I don't know...
You didn't ask.
You just turned me down flat...
You said times were
hard for you and Anna...
But you didn't bother to ask
what times were like for me.
Times were hard.
It was for Adam...
The money was for him...
son from the inside...
My insurance wouldn't pay for
the only treatment that
would have cured him...
Why the f*** didn't
you just tell me that?
My son was dying slowly every day.
I couldn't find the words.
I just needed you to understand.
I forgave you at first...
You couldn't help me
and I accepted that...
But when I found out
just how rich you were...
So how did you find out about the money?
About six months ago I got a call...
Some rich broad had
reported a break in...
You might recognize the address.
225 Richmond.
Leslie.
Yeah, Leslie...
Can you imagine my surprise
saw the wedding pictures
on the mantle piece?
You and her arm in arm
and all happy and sh*t.
I remember your wedding.
I was there and it wasn't
some rich b*tch.
You should have come
to me when you found out.
Why?
Adam was already dead and
I was so pissed at you...
And you think that,
that makes this alright?
Oh f*** John.
You killed people.
Anna, and Bruce.
I didn't kill anybody.
You heard what I wanted you to hear.
Your buddy Bruce did
exactly what I asked him to,
and didn't even take much persuading.
You see, he's just like you.
He's all about the money.
You didn't kill him?
I'm not a murderer Ryan.
But I did see an opportunity
like you, I took it.
Mom?
Was she a part of this?
Nah.
No, she's not.
That was just mom being mom.
What about Anna?
I heard them screaming...
You heard what we wanted you to hear.
I went to Anna and I showed
her the wedding pictures.
And then they came to me
and told me what a lying
sack of sh*t you were.
John did some digging
and it wasn't long until we
figured out how far your lies went.
You'd hurt us all in different ways.
We just wanted to see you pay.
Wanted me to pay?
We needed you to confess...
We had to hear you admit betraying us.
We needed to teach you a lesson
that would change your life...
Let you feel what we've all felt inside.
And don't forget the money...
We all wanted the money.
F*** you.
F*** all of you.
I just need to know one thing.
Did you mean it?
Did I mean what?
You said you were sorry.
Did you mean it?
You said you loved me.
With all of my heart.
You were ready to die for me?
What the f*** did you do?
Oh Jesus Christ.
What is it?
It's leaving the account.
What have you done Ryan?
could swindle a swindler?
You knew...
You knew it was us from
the very beginning.
Well maybe not from
the very beginning...
He's lying.
Am I?
He's just trying to f*** with us.
Now where's my money?
I guess it's just you and me now John.
Anna was the first mistake
that I noticed.
Listen to me, listen very carefully.
I want you to go upstairs,
I want you to lock
yourself in the bathroom.
I'm scared.
They're going to kidnap me too.
I never told her that
I'd been kidnapped,
but it got me thinking.
First rule when you're
conning somebody John,
it's all about the details,
and then there was the watch.
You were always jealous
that dad gave it to me,
and last but not least,
there was the finger.
It was Leslie's ring.
It wasn't her finger.
How could you know that?
Like I said, details.
What did you do with the money?
How are we even f***ing related?
A Delta transfer, John?
It's bullshit.
It's security exercise...
The money's gone for an hour,
then they transfers it right
back into the original account.
You seem confused.
So let me make it very clear.
You are not getting a f***ing penny.
How did you know the gun wasn't loaded?
I didn't.
I love Anna.
I always have.
If I was wrong about all this,
I couldn't let her die.
And if I was right I didn't wanna live.
Help me clean all of this up.
And we'll just walk right out of here
none of this ever happened.
Ryan!
Ryan!
Okay, okay you win.
You win Ryan, let me out!
There are no winners.
Ryan!
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