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TREACHEROUS:

Please.

Did it go all right?

Did you check up on her?

Sent everything?

- Did you send the email?

- Yes, of course.

Listen, you have to drink. Understand?

Nod if you understand.

I'm going to remove that ball.

If you scream we have to hurt you. OK?

We don't want to kill you,

but if it's necessary we will.

First pain, then death.

Nod if you understand.

Please let me go.

My daughter needs her medication.

Don't. Don't.

We know everything about you.

You don't have a daughter.

You help yourself and us

if you just do as we say.

F***!

Listen, you c*nt, there are two people

who can get you out of here.

That's us. He and I.

So we're your new best friends

from now on. Is that clear?

Is that clear?

So want something to drink

or go thirsty all day?

Open up.

We'll check up on you regularly.

If you need to pee...

...go like this.

Try not to pee your pants.

We won't change them.

If you wet yourself, it's your problem.

Bag.

- What are you doing?

- What do you mean?

No alcohol right now.

- I have to drink something.

- You don't drink alcohol, do you?

- Sometimes.

- No.

- No alcohol.

- Just one.

OK, one.

But make sure she doesn't smell it.

Why?

Because we're not amateurs.

- Or are you an amateur?

- No.

- Are you an amateur?

- No!

Jesus. I'll have some gum or something.

- Why aren't you eating?

- Not hungry.

Drinking, not eating.

- What kind of bullshit is that?

- I'm not hungry.

- I don't care. Eat.

- I'm not hungry.

You need your energy. Eat.

Eat, dammit.

F*** off, man.

I'm just not hungry.

You haven't eaten for nine hours.

You worked hard all day

and you're not hungry? That's weird.

- Why's that weird?

- Makes no sense.

Something's not OK.

It means you're confused

or bothered by it all.

Or you're worried about something.

That you made a mistake, for instance,

and we'll end up in jail for 20 years.

Or are you worried about

having to beat the crap out of her?

Maybe even shoot her.

Are you becoming sentimental?

Are you a sissy?

Don't dare to face her?

Or aren't you hungry

because you're planning to let her go?

- Nonsense.

- No bullshit.

No bullshit. Look at me.

I don't want any bullshit.

We're in too deep

for you to crap your pants all of a sudden.

Say it.

- Say what?

- No bullshit. Say it.

- No bullshit.

- Again.

No bullshit.

Jesus.

No more thinking. Eat.

You have a long night ahead of you.

Can alert.

Number one or number two?

Number two?

Done?

- Already?

- Yes, it's time.

Be careful.

And don't forget to dump that thing.

Pardon?

Don't forget to dump that phone.

- Do you think I'm a moron?

- Jesus. Calm down. Just trying to help.

Don't drink, don't fall asleep

and check up on her.

- Whatever.

- No 'whatever'. Stay focused. OK?

- OK?

- OK.

- How did it go?

- Fine.

Did you speak to him?

- Is he going to pay up?

- Yes.

- But...

- But what?

I heard a kind of click.

- A sound.

- A sound?

- Police, listening in.

- God.

- We knew it was going to happen.

- But right away?

No problem.

The phone's in a ditch.

- What did he say?

- He wanted to talk to his daughter.

To be sure she's still alive.

- And?

- I said:
No way.

He tried to stall for time

to triangulate the phone.

- Dammit.

- It'll be fine. I hung up right away.

- But the money?

- He's paying up tomorrow.

- At the agreed-upon time.

- Did you...?

No series, no dye packs, no marked bills.

I made it quite clear to him

that his daughter's dead otherwise.

The crucial thing now is that he's

at the bank at nine tomorrow morning...

...to withdraw the money.

You need to do us a favor.

He's going to uncuff you.

Then sit at the edge of the bed

and don't move. OK?

He's going to remove that ball.

If you scream we'll have to hurt you, badly.

Understand?

Good.

You're going to look into the lens

and talk to your father.

You tell him to do anything we ask.

If he doesn't, you'll die tomorrow.

He has to pay up in the way we tell him to.

If he doesn't...

...you'll die tomorrow. Understand?

Understand? Yes?

Dad...

I'm OK.

They dragged me into a van.

- I don't know where I am.

- I'm not asking you to tell stories.

Just tell him to pay up

or I'll blow your brains out.

And to do it our way

or I'll blow your brains out.

If he involves the police

I'll blow your f***ing face to shreds.

Is that clear?

- Do you understand?

- Yes.

I think you're not afraid enough.

- Are you afraid enough?

- Yes.

No. Help me out here.

No, no, no.

Well, let's try that again.

Dad... Dad, please.

Do what they ask.

Please give them the money.

Please. Or they'll kill me.

Please. I want to go home. Please.

Done.

No, no, please. My arms.

They really hurt.

OK. Uncuff her.

Move around.

Better?

- No, not yet.

- Too bad. Cuff her.

Dad... Dad, please.

Do what they ask.

Please give them the money.

Please. Or they'll kill me.

Please. I want to go home. Please.

It's good.

This is very good.

If he doesn't pay now...

We picked the right one.

- We?

- You.

Good job.

Don't fall asleep.

It keeps you awake.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Keep an eye on her, OK?

It's our piggy bank. In that room.

Be careful.

I have to take a dump. I do.

Yes, I really do.

Please. Please.

I can't.

I can't do this with someone watching me.

You get that, don't you?

I honestly can't do this.

Would you be able to?

Can't you leave me alone

for just a minute?

Please.

At least turn around.

Please.

I'll put a bullet through your head,

a**hole.

Give me those keys,

or I'll mow you down.

- Give it to me.

- The f***ing keys. Now.

He'll be back soon. Don't!

I'll shoot your f***ing balls, if you don't...

- Don't. Wait.

Wait. Don't.

It's me.

- Rico.

- Lautje, I wanted...

- You?

- Point that thing down.

- It's a plan. Everything will be fine.

- A plan?

- What the f***! Are you insane?

- Please point it down, before it fires.

- Uncuff me. You and your f***ing plan.

- I will.

But listen, your dad's going to pay up.

Lots of money.

- You always said you hated him.

- What the hell are you talking about?

He never gives you anything.

He thinks the way you live sucks.

You said yourself

that he doesn't give a sh*t about you.

This is it, Laura.

This is the way to get money off him.

We talked about it, but didn't know how.

This is it.

- You f***ing kidnapped me, moron!

- For us.

I did it for us. All that money

will be ours. Don't you get it?

- This is the solution to everything.

- Solution?

Dragging me off the street.

A bag over my head.

A f***ing ball in my mouth.

Tying me up.

Cutting my clothes off my ass

while some moron is watching.

You made me pee in a bottle!

Who's the other guy?

Do I know him too?

No. Victor isn't important.

He doesn't know.

- Doesn't know what?

- About us. I met him in jail.

He thinks I picked you at random,

but that's what's so smart about it.

He thinks it's his plan,

therefore it will work.

- I want to get out of here, Rico. Now!

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