Ransom Page #8

- How many?

Zero. And every time

one of these...

greedy little whack jobs calls...

that is one less agent

looking for your child.

Now, I gotta tell you, Kate.

I have never been confronted with such

an unbelievable act of sabotage...

by a parent toward

the recovery of their child...

as what your husband

pulled off here today.

It is all on you now to talk to your

husband, get him to withdraw this money.

- Otherwise we are in deep trouble.

- Withdraw the mo... What if he's right?

What if they have no intention

of returning Sean at all?

- I trust him.

- You trust him?

Yeah. I believe in him.

I stick with Tom...

and we always manage

to land on high ground.

High ground? Huh.

Like with the Jackie Brown situation?

Yeah.

What exactly did

your husband tell you...

about Jackie Brown?

- David?

- Yeah.

- Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah, sure.

Look, Hawkins said that if I can come up

with the $2 million, that he'd work it

so that I can make the drop.

- Come on, Kate...

- Now, all I can raise is

about a half a million.

I know you have access

to a discretionary fund.

Kate. Jesus, please. Listen,

you should talk to Tom about this.

- This isn't about Tom.

- Really.

- This is Sean.

I'm doin' okay.

I'm holdin' up all right.

Uh, Kate, l-I can't do it.

All right?

L...

He told you not to give me

any money, didn't he?

Kate, he's my boss. Okay?

Okay, eat this.

Thank you.

Again, I say if it

were my kid, I would pay.

I like the idea, "Yeah, you want

the money, come and get it."

And when he comes and gets it, I hope

somebody cuts their heads off, you know?

I'd get my boys from the Bronx,

and we'd just totally...

- Take care of him.

- We'd mess him up big time.

I think he's risking

his son's life.

I think he's a fool.

His child's life is in danger.

Pay the money.

Get on with your life.

I'd beg, borrow and steal,

if I had to. He should pay.

What?

- A man calls me at my home today.

- Mm-hmm.

He ask me to look in my mailbox.

He told me to give you this,

and nobody else.

He said if the police

know anything about this...

if Mr Mullen knows about this...

they'll kill Sean.

Okay.

Who is it?

Oh, God!

It's very simple.

I'm growing very, very tired

of this bullshit.

- Then could you...

- Now it's up to you.

Get him to take back the reward

and pay me my money...

or you're gonna find pieces

of your little boy all over New York.

I'm not gonna waste a bullet.

I'm just gonna sharpen my knife.

Oh, God! Please!

And he never raised

his voice at all, Kate?

No, he... No, he was whispering.

L... He was whispering.

Okay. Come on.

We'll take it to the lab.

You paid off

to save your airline.

Why won't you pay off

to save your son?

I'm not a marriage counsellor.

I'm here to get your boy back.

I'm sorry.

I hope...

that you can

forgive me for that.

And for what I have to do now.

Get the shirt to Forensics.

- Make sure they check for

more than one blood type.

- Sure, Lonnie.

Where are you goin', Tom?

Where are you goin'? What you...

I'm not... All right.

Just think before you act.

- There he is.

- Mr Mullen!

- Mr Mullen!

- I'd like to make a statement.

- Quiet.

And that is that I'm undeterred

in my course of action.

And I'm raising the reward.

Uh, I'm raising it

by $ 2 million.

- Mr Mullen, why are you doing this?

- I want my son back.

Thank you. Thank you.

The FBI's efforts

in this area...

This just in... Tom Mullen

has reportedly raised the reward money

for his son's life...

by $ 2 million.

Hey.

Where are you goin'?

You've ruined my life.

Who the hell you think

I'm doing this for?

A stunning development tonight as

Tom Mullen doubles the reward money...

to $4 million

for the capture of...

- What?

- Wanna talk to your son?

- Yes, of course I do.

- Mmm, Daddy? Dad?

Sean.

- Sean. Sean. Son.

- Sean? I wanna listen.

- That's enough.

- No, put him back on.

I wanna... I wanna talk to him.

You just did.

Now, you listen...

real, real good.

You got one more chance to pay up

or you're never gonna talk to him again.

No more f***in' around.

This is it right now.

What's it gonna be?

No. Bullshit. You're not gonna

touch him. You can't be that stupid.

Do you have any idea

the rain of sh*t I can put on you?

Look at your wife.

Look at her face, motherf***er.

Do you know what I can do to your boy?

Is it dark where you're calling from?

You got the shades drawn?

Kind of like a cellar, right? Like a

cave? Well, you better get used to that.

You better get used to crawling

in the dark for the rest of your days...

because I am going to get the best group

of manhunters in this country...

and I am gonna dedicate my life

to tracking you down!

- You understand?

- Hey, hey, get your head

out of your ass!

You think you can threaten me, huh?

Who do you think you're dealing with?

Give me the money!

F*** you and your $2 million!

Don't you understand English, you

useless piece of sh*t? No money! None!

Let me tell you something. You think

you're suffering right now? Huh?

You got no idea what suffering is.

If I don't get the cash in one hour,

this kid is dead!

I don't get my son back, and I mean

real soon, you better kill yourself...

because when I catch up with you

I'm gonna take my goddam time!

By the time we're finished,

you're gonna wish you weren't born!

I'll have your head on a f***in' pike!

You understand me?

F*** you! I'll f***in'

kill him right now!

- I wanna talk!

- You kill him, you kill yourself,

you motherf***er!

- Give me back my son!

- Hello!

- You want him?

- Yes!

- You want him?

Daddy!

Oh! Jesus! Jesus!

Oh, Jesus! Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh, God!

I'll f***in' kill you, Mullen!

You son of a b*tch! You killed him,

you son of a b*tch! Goddam it!

- Whoa, whoa.

- Oh, God. Oh, God.

- Come on. Easy. Come on.

- Kate!

- Both of you listen to me!

- You killed him! Not them! You!

No, Kate! Kate.

Okay, it's all right.

- Take her in the other room.

- Oh, God! Oh, God!

- Oh, God. I wanted to talk to him.

- I know.

- I wanted to talk to him.

- You'll talk to him, honey.

You will. You will.

- What do we do about this kid?

- Ain't my problem any more.

Can't ID anybody, right? F*** 'im.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, please, help me. Please.

Okay, Katie, all right.

It's okay. It's okay.

Oh, God. Oh, no.

- Ohh! Ohh!

- Oh, Tom.

South 44 to Base.

- Oh, God. Oh, God.

- South 44, go.

262718th Street.

10-13. Officer needs assistance.

I have several armed men in a house.

Possible kidnap situation.

Repeat, possible kidnap situation.

10-13. Officer

in civilian clothes.

- Police!

- Sh*t.

- Get the f*** out of the van!

- Go, man. Come on.

Drop the gun!

Move! Move! Go!

Clear!

Clear!

- Police! Freeze!

- Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm a cop!

- Clear!

- Hold your fire. I'm a cop.

He's all right.

I'm a cop.

Kate. Tom.

FBI. Comin' through.

Comin' through.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Comin' through, fellas. Comin' through.

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