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- Year:
- 2014
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- Why don't you get it?
Vic thinks he's the mastermind in charge,
but we are.
You and me will have the money
and go to some tropical beach.
I have plane tickets.
A copy of your passport is in
my jacket lining. He won't find it.
You abducted me
for us to get my dad's money?
Yes.
Without even asking me?
I thought I'd f***ing die here!
- Know how that feels?
- Sorry.
Sorry, I had no choice.
It had to look real for Vic.
Look real?
You can't pretend to be scared.
He'll know.
Vic's smart. He's treacherous.
He'd know right away.
It would all have been for nothing.
Get it?
- You told me you loved me.
- I do love you.
So much.
It's the only reason why I did this.
But I wasn't able to tell you beforehand.
As soon as this was over
I would have told you everything.
So what would you have told me?
'Sorry I chained you to a bed
like some S&M whore.'
'And that I ogled your p*ssy
with some retard.'
We'll be rich.
Very rich.
How rich?
Four million.
He's going to pay four million for you.
- My dad? Four million for me? He won't.
- He will.
That video of you was terrific.
The deal's nearly done.
Keep it up for one more day.
Just lie on the bed. Sleep, drink, eat
and we'll be filthy rich.
You'll never have to see that guy again.
I promise.
- What about that Victor?
- I have a plan. It will work.
He has no idea.
He trusts me completely.
I love you.
I've never loved anyone so much.
Never.
That's Victor.
If he sees us together,
he'll shoot us both. Give me the gun.
Lau, I know him. He's insane.
He might kick in the door.
Come on. Give me the gun.
Trust me.
- He's not allowed to hurt me.
- I promise.
Lie down.
What the hell were you doing?
Why did it take so long?
She had to take a dump.
I had to keep the gun on her.
By yourself?
No, I called some friends. OK?
Everything's fine, man. I had to flush it.
That's why it took a while.
Look at me.
Look at me.
No problems?
Huh?
Is she OK?
Go and have a look.
Did he see the video?
- Did you talk to him?
- Yes.
And?
He sounded less self-confident.
A lot less.
- So when will we do it?
- Tomorrow.
As soon as he withdraws the money
we'll tell him what to do.
So it will work?
Certainly.
- Go to sleep.
- Yeah.
- What about you?
- Not me.
I can't yet. The adrenalin.
You first.
Are you checking up on her tonight?
Yes, of course.
- Sleep well.
- Yeah.
Sh*t.
- Why didn't you wake me up?
- I wasn't going to sleep.
- Did you check up on her?
- No.
Wake up.
Wake up!
Ms. Temmink, breakfast.
Goulash. It's hot.
Very good. See? When you cooperate
it's easier on everyone.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
What are you doing?
Stand over there
and keep an eye on her.
Mouth open.
What are you doing?
Give it to me.
Mouth open. Mouth open. Open!
Why are you so hyper?
I'm hyper?
You are.
I wanted to pick up a spoon.
What's the big deal?
or are we thinking again?
I'm a bit nervous.
That's not strange, is it?
- What we're doing is nothing to sneeze at.
- Stay focused.
- It's all I ask of you.
- I am focused.
Sure?
Yes.
200 percent.
I need you.
I can't do this by myself.
I'm here.
OK?
That's the old Rico.
Where are you going?
Going to take a leak. Is that allowed?
Sh*t.
Oh, f***.
Oh, sh*t.
- What are you doing?
- Oh, sh*t.
Are you OK in there?
Yeah, yeah.
Really?
- Hey!
- I'm coming.
What the hell are you doing?
Get out. Now.
Yeah, yeah.
Open up.
Open the door or I'll come in.
Right now or I'll kick it down.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Me? What are you doing?
Why didn't you open up?
What do you think?
Something wouldn't flush down.
- You said you had to take a leak.
- At first. And then something else.
It's the can, dammit.
How about some privacy?
I don't smell anything.
Well, that's the way I am.
Just tell me next time.
Tell me everything.
- Everything.
- OK, I'll tell you everything.
Adrenalin. That's what causes it.
Suddenly having to crap,
foul taste in your mouth.
- Happened to me with that first phone call.
- Right.
- I'm sure that's it.
- Try to relax. We're nearly there.
And then the big day is there.
The bank's opening soon.
I'll call him and then it won't be long.
We'll have a fortune.
You and me...
...set forever.
I'll phone and come back right away.
You'll be ready and we put her in the car.
- Yes.
- Hey, Ricardo?
- Just a little while longer.
- Yeah.
- Of course.
- We'll be on a plane in two days.
Away from here.
You and me together.
Away from this hell hole.
A new beginning.
A new life.
The first few days
we'll barely leave the hotel.
We'll just stay in our room.
I have to go. See you later.
Stay focused.
200 percent.
I love you.
Love you too.
I've never loved anyone so much.
Never.
Still OK?
- Are you by yourself?
- Yes, he's gone.
- To my dad?
Making a deal.
It's happening fast now.
- Jesus, that bullet casing drove me nuts.
- It's gone, so don't worry.
How long before he gets back?
An hour, maybe sooner.
Uncuff me.
For a minute. He's gone, right?
And this one.
Hello!
- Don't you trust me?
- Yes, but...
But what? I let you tie me up again.
Come on.
- I trusted you.
- I trust you too.
Are you afraid I'll run
now that it's almost over?
When he returns we're taking you
to the transfer site.
Then we've got the money,
so why would I make a run for it?
I'm just a bit hyper, OK?
- I'm completely stressed out.
- Right, as if I'm not.
Jesus, those things feel awful.
The ropes are even worse.
Rico, what if that lunatic Victor
is on to us?
- He's not.
- But what if?
It won't happen. He has no idea.
- How did you do it anyway?
- What?
- How did you get him to pick me?
- Easy. You're what he was looking for.
Rich father, woman, only child.
Slim enough to be able to lift.
- And you didn't tell him about us?
- Course not. What do you think?
Your dad's in Fortune 500.
I told him I saw you in there.
We bought all the magazines you're in
and he thought you were perfect.
Where's the transfer site?
As soon as Vic has the money
it will be arranged.
Vic?
What if he takes the money
and leaves you in the lurch?
- He won't.
- How do you know?
I just know.
Believe me, we have a plan:
When we're far away
and no cops are after us...
...we'll let your dad know
where you are.
- But?
- That's what Vic thinks.
But it's not going down like that.
I'll take the money, come and pick you up
and we go away together.
- What's wrong?
- It's just terrifying.
- That guy is insane.
- He is, but I know him.
I know exactly what to do.
- Really?
- Yes.
It'll be fine.
200 percent sure.
I love you.
I love you more.
- What the f***? Is this a joke? Uncuff me.
- No.
What are you doing? Uncuff me.
- What is this, Lau?
- What do you think?
Uncuff me. I keep telling you
we're nearly there.
- We?
- I just said that.
- Not we, you.
- But I...
I just wait with a bag on my head until you
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