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on there, I'll be useless to you

and you'll just kill me.

That is true.

But I can offer you the

option of a painless death,

if you tell me the pass code.

Hm?

Six.

Hm?

Six, six, six.

Ah, oh.

Good girl.

Oh.

Nice.

The blackmail?

Really?

That was your master plan?

I do hope you had the

foresight to make a backup.

Oh, no, you didn't, did you?

Shame.

I am a man who

keeps his promises.

What?

What?

No, stop.

Jesus Christ, Jess...

I'm sure we could...

we could make a deal.

No.

No,

I'm afraid, Mr. Fuller,

that the time for deals is over.

Now you seem to have forgotten

that our mutual employer

has extremely long arms.

The Senator can go f*** himself.

Thank you.

I shall take great pleasure

in informing him you said so.

Now, Mr. Fuller, if you tell

me where the diamonds are,

this night will get

exponentially shorter,

and potentially, a

great deal less painful.

No?

All right, hurt him.

Oh, my f***ing arm.

Where are they, Mr. Fuller?

Don't hurt...

I'll tell you the

honest truth, Mr. Fuller,

I don't really give a flying

f*** where those diamonds are.

What I'm really interested in

is the little electronic device

that was stored with them.

Oh, ha-ha-ha, you find

this funny, do you?

Yeah.

Every man pictures the

way he's going to die,

and this is... this is

just not what I expected.

Who said anything about dying?

Oh, God, what the f*** is that?

F***.

Let me make

this easier for you, Mr. Fuller.

If you do not tell

me where the bag is,

I will find your family.

I will have your wife

raped until she is dead.

No, oh, God, no.

And then I will have your child

sold to slavery in the

very worst Dickensian

hell hole I can find.

I can't... f*** you.

F*** the Senator.

And f*** this bed which

is probably made in China.

Skewer his f***ing shoulder.

It's your

last chance, Mr. Fuller.

You're going to talk.

Everybody does.

Do it again.

All right, OK, OK.

Why has he stopped moving?

Wake him up.

I think he's dead.

What do you mean he's dead?

No, no, no, he can't

die until I say he dies.

Oh, for f***'s sake.

OK, OK, search him for

ID, see where he lives.

Maybe he stashed

the diamonds there.

Then clean up this f***ing mess.

It's the call you've

been waiting for, Senator.

Yes, of course.

You all excuse me.

Save a couple dances, darling.

Do you have him?

Uh, not exactly, sir, but

the girl has been handled

and the video has been erased.

On that front, at

least, you are safe.

That video is embarrassing.

The drive is treason.

You'd best find it.

Yes, we'll toss the

room before we leave.

I'm confident we'll find it.

Speaking of overconfident,

how's our friend

Mr. Fuller cooperating?

Yes, Mr. Fuller, um,

how can I say this,

has checked out of this hotel.

Soon as we find his partners,

I'll call you, let you know.

Mr. Washington?

Are you there?

Oops.

Witness.

Sh*t.

Backup, eleventh floor.

She shot my foot in two.

What the hell is

going on out here?

Ebola outbreak.

Get back in your room.

Ah.

Hey, there, I really

need to get to a hos...

I took you for a working girl.

You know, wrong place, wrong

time, that kind of thing.

But then I found this

little baby in your room.

A Vektor SP1, custom edition.

Nice gun, pro's gun.

So now, I have to

assume that you

are part of the Kevin's posse.

Ha, maybe you're

even that smashing

little red head that the news

services are so excited about.

Kind of sloppy

though, wasn't it?

Getting your face

seen like that?

You know, your face is

vaguely familiar to me.

Have we met before?

You'd have remembered me.

Maybe.

And I would have

remembered that tie.

Right now, I think my tie is

the least of your problems.

I'm going to blow his head off.

She's good.

Really f***ing good.

Let's go down.

She thinks she's being

clever, but I've seen

this in far too many movies.

Go back up.

The laundry room.

She's on the sky bridge

headed for the parking.

Thanks.

I really like this woman.

Ah.

Sh*t.

F***.

Engaging in confrontation.

She's not responding.

I'm free.

Stop immediately.

Pull over.

Pull over.

I repeat.

Pull over.

This is your last warning.

Oh, sh*t.

Ah.

I'll smash your goddamn head in.

Who is it?

It's me.

Let me in.

You out of your goddamn

mind coming here.

Just let me in... please.

Please, oh, that's new.

I don't think I've ever...

Quiet.

Open that goddamn door.

That's more like it.

Choke on it, you dumb b*tch.

Hey, you want to make 10

grand for pressing a button?

Open the damn door.

Let me in.

10 grand?

Yes.

Let me in and I'll give it you.

Show it to me.

There's no time.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm counting.

They're after me.

Who's after you?

You didn't bring the

gobshack cops here, did you?

No, they're f***ing cleaners,

serious goddamn cleaners.

Why should I help you?

Because they killed Kevin.

Get in.

Nice nose.

Cow.

Here, keep it.

For Kev's funeral.

Always knew you were a softy.

I barricaded the door.

Heavy artillery?

Not much, just

what the law allows.

I docked everything else

in case we got busted.

Don't worry.

This'll get the job done.

Nice.

Thanks.

Needs something though.

You're right.

Not sure what though.

You going somewhere?

Oh, with your face

being all over the news,

I thought it might be

better to lay low somewhere

with no extradition law.

I need your laptop.

I look like I have

a f***ing laptop?

OK, a desktop, a

f***ing tablet, anything?

Ha.

Oh, please tell me you

at leas have a phone.

In the back.

Whoa, whoa, what the

f*** are you doing?

I don't want 'em to

think we're hiding.

That's the only way in there.

Let 'em come.

Make your phone call.

Me and the old bastard'll

take care of it.

Hello?

Penny?

It's Alex.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

- Leave us alone.

- Listen to me...

No, you listen to me.

You stay away from my family.

Is that piece of sh*t with you?

No, he's not.

He's...

He shouldn't even be with you.

You'll kill him.

Listen to me.

You and your kid are in danger.

You need to get out.

What have you gotten

him involved in.

Shut up.

Look, Kevin has a

secret hiding place.

Don't you worry.

Daddy's home.

He's got a lovely

fish dinner for you.

He keeps things in there.

I'm sure he told you about it.

Don't know what

you're talking about.

You know exactly what

I'm talking about.

Now, there's enough there

to care of you forever.

There should also

be a package for me.

My husband is out of

your kind of business.

Hey, you like the

house you're living in?

Where do you think you

got the money for it, huh?

Oh, my God, that bank yesterday?

That was you two?

He promised me.

Look, just take what's in

there and bring the package to...

I am not bringing you anything.

God, this isn't about

you and me anymore.

He is my husband, not yours.

He chose me, so get over

it and leave me alone.

Goddamn it.

Put the phone down.

Come on.

You gotta have another piece.

Lubbish, I got it.

Come on in, fellas.

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