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- You sound

a little agitated, son.

What seems to be the problem?

- Look, this is gonna sound

nuts, all right?

Somebody locked me

in the trunk of a car.

I think I'm close to you,

'cause you can read my signal.

- Okay, hang on a second.

I've heard some crazy sh*t

before,

but do you want

to run that by me again?

- I'm being held captive in

the trunk of a car, all right?

I'm serious, man.

I need some help here.

Please, where are you?

- Southbound in a big rig

on the I-95.

- I-95, okay, all right.

All right, well,

I'm in a car, moving.

We must be heading

in the same direction.

- You have any clue

what kind of car?

- I don't.

I don't Know.

I woke up in here.

- Have you been drinkin'?

Because if this is a joke,

it's not funny.

- No!

Listen to me.

This is not a joke.

I swear on my life

I'm in real trouble here.

- okay, okay,

what do you need me to do?

- Okay, I need you to blast

your horn three times.

That's it.

I need to know

how close you are to me.

- Okay, all right.

Here goes.

- Okay.

I can hear you, man!

F***, yes.

I hear you, all right?

Sounds like you're behind me.

You need to speed up

and catch up.

- Copy that.

Movin' out of the slow lane

now, headin' your way.

- Yes!

Okay, all right.

What kind of cars

are in front of you?

I'm in something with a large

trunk, a big-cylinder engine.

You gotta get down the plates.

You gotta write down the plates,

please.

- I'm drivin' a truck, son.

I can't write down sh*t.

- Okay, well,

what are you seeing?

What's on the road?

- Directly in front of me

a ways up, I got a red Hyundai.

Let's see, a green Saab.

- No, no.

Wait a minute.

I hear something.

I hear a Harley, man.

I hear a bike

right on top of us.

You see anything like that?

- Yeah, yeah.

There it is.

About 100 yards ahead.

- Get to that bike!

That's us, man!

Come on, hurry up!

Speed the f*** up, please!

Sounds like we're taking

an exit, man.

They're trying to lose you.

Please.

- I'm trying, kid.

I'm trying!

Can you hear me?

Hello?

- Hello?

Bob, what's happening?

Are you getting closer?

- Hello?

- Bob?

- Are you there?

- Oh, come on.

Please hear me, man.

Bob?

Bob!

You're stopping now?

- Hello?

- Hello?

- Jeremy?

Is that you?

- Molly?

Molly!

- Ooh, you've got to be

kidding me.

Now you call me?

I-I don't have time for this.

- Molly.

- I'm gonna be late for work.

I'm hanging up.

Good-bye, Jeremy.

- No, no, no!

No, no, don't hang up, please.

Look, I'm in the trunk

of a car, okay?

I'm-I'm trapped.

I'm in a box.

I need your help.

- Why am I not surprised

the first time we talk

in three months,

you drunk-dial me?

- No, I'm not-I'm not drunk.

I swear to you, okay?

Somebody dialed your number.

I'm in this f***ing box.

You're on a speakerphone, okay?

- Why do I keep getting

caught up in your sh*t, Jeremy?

This is right where

we left off.

The gambling, Morgan-

- No, this is not Morgan.

Trust me;

he would not go this far.

Look, listen to me, please.

You remember the number?

Remember the number I gave you

in case of an emergency?

- What-what number?

Ben's cell number?

- Yes.

Yes.

You need to find it, babe.

You need to find it.

- Okay, wha-I don't know

what I'm looking for.

What-what does it start with?

- I don't Know the number

by heart.

It was-it's programmed

into my phone.

- Where is your phone?

Jeremy, what's going on?

- That's what I'm trying

to figure out, okay?

Here's the deal.

Find the number.

Call Ben, please.

Tell him what's happened to me,

and then tell him

they need to secure POTUS.

In those words exactly.

Can you do that for me, please?

- Yeah, yeah.

Okay, where is it?

- Uh, my computer.

The desk.

The top drawer, in a folder.

- I emptied the desk drawers

when you moved out.

I-I don't know, Jeremy.

- Look, I don't Know

how much time I have.

Please just find the number.

- okay.

- Molly, did you get it?

- Uh...

- Molly?

Molly, where are you?

Come on, babe.

- There's-there's someone

at my window.

- What?

What?

Oh, no.

No, please.

Oh, f***, no.

No!

Molly?

Molly!

No!

Hey!

Let me out of here!

You'd better not

f***ing touch her!

You got to f***ing calm down.

- Do we have your attention now?

This can all be over

very quickly.

- F*** you.

- Or we can just leave you

in there.

- Okay.

Yeah, I'm here.

You want to talk?

I'm listening.

- Tell us what we want to know.

- So are you the guy

sending me postcards?

- You know what we want.

- Yeah, I may Know

what you want, yeah, sure.

I can't really think in here.

I can't even breathe.

I got an idea.

Why don't we pull over

and we make a deal?

You want information.

And I want out of here, okay?

So let's pull over and deal.

You're not in control

of this situation.

I am.

Now, tell us

what we want to know,

or Molly suffers

for your lack of cooperation.

- No, no, no.

No, listen to me, okay?

You don't want to do this,

all right?

You want to stop right now,

and I'll forget the whole thing.

- I want the location

of Roulette!

- Look, just pull over the car,

and I'll talk to you, all right?

I said let's communicate!

Please!

Hello?

Hel-

F***.

Oh, f***.

All right, all right.

Okay.

Jesus Christ.

You gotta be

f***ing kidding me.

Help!

Stop, please!

Somebody help me!

Help, somebody!

- Jeremy, are you okay?

- Henry!

They put bees in my trunk, man.

- I know; they told me

what they were going to do.

They said that I'm next.

- I need help.

I'm going to go

into anaphylactic shock.

I'm allergic.

If I don't get a shot soon, man,

I'm done.

- Jeremy, I can help.

I think I know the answer

to the question they asked you.

- What are you talking about?

You don't Know anything.

- They have my wife, Jeremy.

They have my kids!

- Give them nothing.

There's nothing to give.

There's not-

What the f***?

- 38-45.

3-8-4-5, 14.

- Center, 98.

- 98, Center.

Go ahead.

- Center recon, tag the RP,

and ascertain that she still

has a visual on the suspects.

Area check north and south ends

of the alley at this time.

- 10-4, 98.

Stand by.

- Center, 98.

Disregard.

We have a visual.

2945, male, southbound

from the alley on foot.

- Hey!

Hey, man, let go.

Let go of my arm!

F***!

You f-what is this?

- You should say thank you.

- What?

- We saved your life.

You're welcome.

- Why give me the shot, huh?

Why keep me alive?

Why all of this?

- Agent Reins.

Special Agent Jeremy Reins.

Current assignment:

the national security advisor's

protection detail.

Nice job.

- I don't Know

who you're talking about, man.

- Don't play dumb.

We Know who you are.

We Know who you work for.

We couldn't afford to lose you.

You're a valuable asset, Jeremy.

Well, if you Know me so well,

then you Know I'm not going

to tell you anything.

- No, Agent Reins.

You will give us the location

of Roulette.

How much you suffer before that

is ultimately up to you.

- Look, man, I can't help you,

all right?

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