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I was told that we have until 9pm.

Is that right?

- That's what he said.

- Alright.

That doesn't give us a

whole lot of time.

And just so I have this right,

the kidnappers buried you in the ground?

Yeah, in an old, wooden coffin.

Okay. My guess is that since

you're able to get a cell signal...

you're no more than a few feet

underground.

I don't know. Maybe.

What about battery life?

How much does the phone have left?

Less than half.

Okay. You have to conserve

that battery.

Our best bet of finding

you is by tracking your cell signal.

- Is the ringer set on a sound or vibrate?

- Vibrate.

Press and hold down the asterisk

key to change it to a ring tone.

- It will use less power.

- What about my Zippo?

- You have a lighter?

- Yeah.

- Use it to look around for markings, a logo...

- Won't it use up oxygen?

- Don't worry about that now. Try to find...

- It's really dark in here without it.

I understand, Paul.

Try to find anything in there that might

indicate where that coffin was made.

- You guys have to hurry.

- We're working as fast as we can, Paul.

- Do you know if there were any other survivors?

- From your convoy?

- Yeah.

- That's still unclear at this point.

I just wanted to do right by my

family. That's all.

I didn't know it was going to be

like this over here.

I don't think any of us did.

It's him. He's calling.

- The kidnapper?

- Yeah. What do I do?

- You know his number?

- Yeah.

- Give it to me.

- What about the call?

- Give me the number first.

- He's going to hang up.

- Take the call... Just take the call.

- But... OK

Hello.

Two hour, four minute.

- You have to give me more time.

- You talk to embassy? They give money?

Yes. No. I talked to... someone. Government.

They said that they won't pay the money.

No pay?

No. They said that they don't

negotiate with terrorists.

- Terrorists? I am terrorist?

- Yes. You are terrorist, you son of a b*tch.

- You are terrified, so I am terrorist?

- What did I ever do to you?

- Ever do?

- Yeah.

I'm here because it's a job,

to make money. That's it.

I have job until you come.

Now, my family have nothing.

That's not my fault!

Nine, one, one was not my fault,

but still you are here!

Saddam was not my fault,

but still you are here!

I told you, I'm only here to work.

To help rebuild.

Rebuild what you destroyed.

Stop! Just please, stop!

I'm just a guy.

I'm just a truck driver.

Okay?

I'm nobody that makes decisions about

anything. I just want to go home.

Hello?

You make video, ransom video.

Yeah. If you let me go,

I'll make the video.

No. You make video now.

- What...? How?

- You use video on phone.

Near foot. You read note

near foot in box.

- Where? I don't see...

- Near foot. Read note inside box.

Okay, okay...

If I make it, will you let me go?

Only if we get money.

Nobody's going to pay five million

dollars for me.

We take less.

One million money.

If they pay it, will you let me go?

One million money.

Thanks for calling the Conroy's.

We're not home right now. Please

leave a message at the beep. Thanks.

Sh*t.

Paul?

- Here's his number...

- Hold on. Alright, go ahead.

Okay. Alright...

It's 07902-24-921.

Okay.

This is huge, Paul.

Unless they're using

a cloned line...

we should be able to find where

this is coming from in minutes.

- What about me? Can you track my cell signal?

- We're having a lot of trouble with yours.

Seems to be an EDS line, probably

through one of the Egyptian carriers.

- What does that mean?

- That... it's not going to be easy.

- He wants me to make a ransom video.

- No. Hold off for as long as you can.

If it's going to get me out of

here, I'm making it.

The last thing we want is for this

to end up all over Al Jazeera.

- We? - This can't turn into an

international incident.

That's all you people care about!

Don't you care about me?

- We do.

- What about me?

We do, Paul, We do.

That's why we're here...

No you don't!

You don't care about me.

You don't

care about any of us.

I've had eight friends killed

out here, six of them today.

Listen to me...

We don't have any

guns, any armor. Nothing.

You're not soldiers.

Tell that to the people who

put me in this box!

- Paul, listen. - Tell that to the

people who shot my friends!

- We're doing the best we can.

- No, you're not. No!

Okay, calm down.

All you care about is your

secret plans and your back room politics.

If I were some diplomat or a hostage

working group leader...

or whatever your fack title is,

I'd be out of here by now.

But I'm not, so I'm just supposed

to keep my mouth shut and die.

- I need you to stay focused, Paul.

- F*** you.

Paul, listen to me, finding you is

our primary concern. Bottom line.

And we're searching just as hard as

we would be for a four-star general...

So don't literally waste

your breath suggesting otherwise.

Are you injured, Paul?

Are you okay?

Who are they?

The people who put me here?

They're just that, people.

No different from you and me.

- I'm no terrorist.

- Neither are they.

How do you know that?

If you were homeless,

starving...

Actually, I take that back.

If your family was homeless and starving...

- What would you do for them?

- I wouldn't kill someone.

- How can you be sure?

- What difference does it make?

They're criminals,

desperate ones at that.

They don't care about

anything other than getting the money.

So pay them, just pay them.

Trust me, if it was an option, I

would do that in a heartbeat.

How many others

have there been?

- Since I got here?

- Yeah.

Several. Journalists, contractors, soldiers...

hundreds have been taken.

It's one of the only

functioning businesses out here.

How many have you rescued?

- How many?

- Not many.

- Tell me their names.

- No.

- Give me a name.

- Who?

Any of them. Make me know they

really do matter to you.

- Mark White.

- Who was Mark White?

A kid from New Hampshire.

Twenty-six years old. Med student.

Came over here to help

out local doctors.

- What happened to him?

- Insurgents grabbed him.

- When?

- About three weeks ago.

You remember his name.

I remember all their names.

- Did he...? Is he...?

- Yes. Yes, he's alive.

- Where is he now?

- Home.

Probably happy to

be back at school.

I want to get out of here.

We found him,

we'll find you, too.

How?

We already have a solid lead on the

number you gave us.

- You do?

- A unit's on it's way over there now.

- That feel's good.

- Yeah.

What should I do

in the meantime?

I know it's hard,

but try to relax.

The more worked up you are, the

more air you're going to use.

I can't help it.

I have anxiety.

I take pills for it.

Do you have them with you?

- Yeah.

- Good, take them.

You need to preserve

your oxygen level any way you can.

- Is your Zippo still lit.

- No. Not anymore.

- Good.

- I feel nauseous.

You have to calm down.

And you need to save that battery.

We're expecting some intel in about

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