Ransom Page #6

and we will come up

with another player.

In the meantime,

what we gotta do...

Aw, Christ. Not this sh*t.

- We got a cameraman.

- Jack.

Can we get some agents out there?

- This just in. A breaking story

from our New York bureau.

- Lonnie. It's out.

State police sources tell us

a man has been shot and killed

in an apparent botched ransom drop.

There's also word

that multimillionaire airline mogul

Tom Mullen has been placed at the scene.

With more on that story,

let's go to Donna Hanover live...

- in front of Tom Mullen's New York home.

- Goddam.

- Donna.

We have no official report yet

on the identity of the victim...

or his role in

the Sean Mullen kidnapping.

Hopefully, we'll have more information

for you later in this hour...

but details have been slow to come

from the police and FBI sources.

We'll bring you full

developments tomorrow morning...

beginning with

Good Day, New York, and, of course...

- as things happen here at

the Mullen apartment building,

- Hey, wh-what are you doing?

- We'll bring you the information.

- Calling my mother.

- No, man, you can't do that.

- Not from this phone.

- Get the f*** outta here.

- Hey, hey, put the phone down.

What's the matter, Jimmy?

You don't want my mother to know that

her son's dead 'cause you f***ed up?

- Turn that sh*t off.

- I mean, that's what happened, isn't it?

I mean, it's not exactly like

this guy just rolled over, is it, Jim?

Just take it easy.

Put the goddam phone down.

He's a f***in' kid.

Oh, sh*t!

Hey, hey, calm down.

Take it easy.

You want me to calm down, huh?

You want me to f***ing calm down?

You realize they're looking for me

right now, Jimmy? I'm fingered!

- I can't go back to my life!

What do you want me to do? You tell me!

- Shut up.

- You tell me, huh?

- You know, you're not gonna

be able to go to your brother's

funeral either, man.

Shut the f*** up!

The kid goes in the ground, Jim.

That's it. That's it.

F*** the money.

- We do the kid, and I'm outta here.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.

He's right. I mean,

you said you were gonna do it anyhow.

Shut up!

- Where are you goin'?

- Get out of my f***in'...

Take a breath.

Come on, come on. Take a breath.

I brought you in on this

'cause you had brains and balls.

Think.

Hmm? The kid's gonna die...

when we don't need him any more.

Now, use your f***in' head.

Go check on the kid.

It's all right. Go on.

Go on.

They kill your brother,

and you wanna walk away?

What the hell does that make you?

This thing is not over.

I swear to you right now...

now, more than ever...

this guy will pay.

Can I have a chocolate bar?

- I know you.

- No, you don't.

Don't look at me!

Don't look at me.

Chocolate bar. What,

do you think this isn't happening?

What, you think your dad's gonna come

in and save you? Is that what you think?

Well, he ain't.

Nobody's comin', all right?

You understand that? Nobody's comin',

'cause this is it for you.

...surfacing surrounding

the high-profile kidnapping case

of Tom Mullen's son, Sean.

- New York One has

exclusive information about...

- You know what the brothers call this?

This is "more drama," right?

Like, "Sh*t, man, more drama?

Best stay indoors today."

You ever hear that?

"More drama."

More drama. More Dramamine.

Drambuie.

- You all right?

- No, yeah. Yeah, good.

Yeah.

- Kimba, listen to this.

- It shouldn't be a problem.

- That.

After "It shouldn't be

a problem," what do you hear?

Wait. Play it back again.

- It shouldn't be a problem.

- It sounds like some kind of horn.

Yeah, I know it's a horn,

but what... It's like...

- It's like there's a horn,

a sort of foghorn.

- It's too fast for a ferry.

It shouldn't be a problem.

In the meantime,

now you give her a big hug from me.

Nah, I don't care.

You wake her up.

Nah, don't wake her up.

I'm just...

Ah, girl, I am so glad

we are not rich.

You just gotta thank God

for what you have.

I love you too. I gotta go.

I'm gonna call you back.

Okay. Bye-bye. Hey.

Why...

Why would this guy, these people...

Why would they...

Why would they ever let

my son go no matter what I do?

I mean, no matter what I do.

I mean, pay, don't pay, comply,

tell him to go f*** himself.

Why would they give him back?

I mean, he's a witness

any way you cut it.

It's all bullshit. It's all just...

just seven out of ten.

What are you saying?

All right.

Morlock Man gets his money,

I don't think we'll ever see Sean again.

That's if he's still alive

to begin with.

- Well, now...

- Tom?

Are you talkin' about not paying?

- No. No, we pay him.

- Now, wait a minute. Listen to me.

Morlock Man says the pick-up guy

will give me an address for Sean.

I get there, the guy

sticks a gun in my face.

I said, "You want the money? Now give

me the address. Where's the address?"

You should have seen his face.

He had no, absolutely no idea

what I was talking about. None.

- Okay.

- This is not business to him.

This is very personal.

I tell you that everybody pays,

and we get back seven out of ten.

- If we give him what he wants,

he will kill Sean.

- Tom, you gotta play the odds, man.

I've been doing this

for 18 years.

And if I were a betting man,

I would bet on the people who pay

every time out of the gate.

Did you bet on the ones

where you got back a corpse?

Kate.

If you want to see your child again...

you gotta help me with him.

- Stations!

- Mark it.

- Mullen.

- You think you can run a game on me

and f*** me out of my money?

No, l...

It was out of my control.

I did exactly what you said.

You did?

This is how you want to play it, huh?

You're gonna bullshit me, Tom?

Who do you think

you're dealin' with?

They told you they were

just gonna follow the cash, right? Huh?

Who's the a**hole

you're listening to over there?

Is he a fed? I said no cops.

No FBI. You pay me.

It shouldn't be a problem.

Now we got a f***in' circus out there.

All right. Just say

what you want to say.

- The money.

- I want to talk to my son.

Take the FDR Drive down

to the Williamsburg Bridge exit.

- No. I know he's dead.

- You don't know sh*t.

- Take FDR Drive down

to the Williamsburg Bridge...

- My son is dead. Go to hell!

What did you do?

Tom, what did you do?

Oh, God. Please, God. Please, God.

Please, God. Please. Please, God.

Mullen.

- Dad?

- Sean?

Williamsburg Bridge.

And you a**holes listening in, if

I smell you clowns within ten miles...

of that money,

I'll gut this kid like a fish.

Is there anything else

we can use?

Uh, give me Mr Wallace.

I'm going alone.

Is that understood?

No helicopters, no wires.

Just me.

- You got the phone?

- Yeah, I got the phone.

You gonna be all right?

- Yeah, I'm gonna be all right.

- Okay.

Hey, hey, here he comes.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go, let's go.

Mr Mullen! Mr Mullen!

- Mullen!

- Mr Mullen!

- Mr Mullen!

Mr Mullen... It's not Mullen.

Let's go. That's him.

- Hey, John, keep shooting.

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