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down there to Dallas.
and you guys said that all of the trucks would
be armored and have bulletproof glass?
You mean when you told us that
things were safer than ever over here?
Is that when I was made aware?
I need you to answer yes or no,
please. - Yes.
During that time, did you also receive and
sign an employment contract with CRT...
which thoroughly explained company policy
to protect your specific terms of employment?
Yeah, I signed a bunch of things.
- Yes or no.
- Yes. I signed the contract. Yes!
It's our understanding that you
were taken hostage in Iraq two hours ago.
Is that also correct?
Yes. I think it's a fair assessment
of the situation, you f***ing dick!
What is the point of all this?
Our legal department requires that
we obtain a sworn affidavit from employees...
confirming that they understand the reasons
for their forced separation from the company.
As of this morning, your employment
with CRT was officially terminated.
Wait, wait, wait... what?
It was brought to our attention
that you were engaging in relations...
Pamela Lutti.
No. Wait...
Stipulated in your contract was a fraternization
clause, in which it was stated quite clearly
that any relationship, be it romantic or
sexual in nature
deemed inappropriate
- is grounds for immediate termination.
- We... we were just friends.
- Our records indicate differently.
- You records are wrongs.
We're also legally required to
inform you that...
because you were
technically no longer under
the time of your abduction...
we cannot be held accountable
for any injury that may befall upon you...
after your official
date and time of termination.
Therefore, in your case, that
includes this incident
or any consequences
that may result from it.
What about my insurance money? My
family will need that money...
Given that you were alive up until
the time of your termination...
Don't do this.
- Do you understand everything...
- Don't do this!
Do you understand everything
you've been told, Mister Conroy?
Mister Conroy?
You're piece of sh*t!
That concludes our interview
with Paul Conroy.
I am now turning off
the recorder.
You put me here.
I'm sorry.
F***!
- Paul, is that you?
- They're dead.
- How do you know that?
- I just do.
Three F-16s levelled parts of the
city a few minutes ago.
Yeah! I know.
I felt it was for me.
Did they know
I was here?
Yeah.
Did they care?
These people that took me...
if they're dead...
they can't tell you
where I am.
We can still try to track
down your signal.
- You tried that already.
- We can try again.
- It's over, isn't it?
- No.
Yeah.
What should I do?
I don't know.
- You heard?
- What is?
Know.
I wish this could have gone
differently, Paul.
Yeah... me too.
Me too.
My name is Paul Steven Conroy.
Social Security number 048-32-1198.
date of birth 3/20/76.
This video will
serve as my last will and testament.
To my wife, Linda Conroy...
dollars in my personal savings.
And whatever
I have left in my annuity.
To my son, Shane Conroy...
I don't have...
My clothes... I leave you my clothes.
Which you will grow into.
Not this ones.
It's all I have...
I wish I had more... for you.
Maybe if I was a famous baseball
player, or a guy who wore a suit to work...
I would have more to leave you.
But, you can be one of those
people if you want.
Yeah.
Just promise me that when you get older,
you'll take good care of your mom.
And... I don't know...
That you'll always try
to do the right thing.
I love you very much, Shane.
Maybe I never said that
enough...
Maybe I did,
I don't even know.
I'm sorry, Linda.
I should have listened to you.
You're not dead.
Hello? Hello?!
- Where is money?
- I don't know.
- What don't know?
- I don't know where it is.
- Liar!
- I'm not lying! I swear.
- Swear?
- I swear. I'm telling the truth.
- From Embassy
- I can't!
- You get money now!
- I can't!
- You will!
- I need more time. Please.
No more time!
There's sand pouring in here.
It's everywhere. Let me out of here.
- I will get you the money.
- You show blood.
- What?
- You show blood, they give money.
- You cut finger, send video.
- I'm not doing that.
- No?
- No.
That's right, no.
You let me out of here, and I'll cut
off my whole God damn hand if you want.
You have wife?
Yes, I do. And a son. A young son.
I want to see them. Please, sir.
- Sir? - Yes. Sir. I say that
out of respect... to you.
Hastings, Michigan. U.S.A.
- That's my... why did you say that?
- You show blood... or they show blood.
No.
That's... you're lying.
You can't get to them.
- No?
- No.
No. You're peasants,
you're f***ing criminals, that's all.
You don't even know
where Michigan is.
Detroit. Ann Arbor.
You looked at a map.
You looked at a map.
You show blood, or they show blood.
Send video by five minutes.
Hi, this is Linda. Please leave a
message. Thanks and have a great day.
Linda, listen to me, you and Shane
have to go somewhere... Okay?
Do not go back to the house.
Do not go back to the house.
He stole my license.
Go to the Sheriff's station if you
have to, just don't go home.
This is Daniel Brenner. Please
leave a message at the tone.
Brenner, where are you?!
The guy is still alive!
He just called me!
He's still alive!
They can't find them.
They... can't. There's no way.
No, no, no, no,
My name is Pamela Lutti.
I'm a food service worker at F.O.B. Anaconda,
employed by Crestin, Roland and Thomas.
My captor's requests for ransom
have gone unanswered, and...
Please... no!
Paul.
Are you okay?
- Yeah?
- Paul, it's Brenner.
- Are you there, Paul?
- I'm... here.
We're coming for you now. You hear
me? We know where you are.
- You're coming?
- We are, Paul. We're almost there now.
How do you know?
Coalition forces picked up a Shiite
insurgent just outside of Baghdad.
Said he knew where an
American was buried alive.
He agreed to show us
where if we let him go.
- You're coming for me?
- We're practically there already.
- You have to hurry.
- We are, Paul.
The sand...
Just hang in there for
three more minutes.
This will all be over
soon, I promise.
- Okay. I believe you.
- Three minutes. Try to...
- Hang in there for three more minutes.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- This will all be over soon, I promise.
I have to go!
Call me right back.
Call me right back. Please!
- Linda? Linda!
- Paul? Paul is that you?
- Tell me it's you.
- It's me, sweetie.
Oh my God, Paul! What are they doing to you?
Please tell me you're okay.
I just saw the news...
That's okay. It's all okay.
They're getting me out.
- They are?
- It's gonna be okay.
- Oh thank God. Oh dear God.
- They are on their way.
- It's all going to be okay.
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