Special Correspondents Page #9

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Of course.

But, like, you clearly don't need it now.

You don't care if we live or die.

You're in your element.

All the fame, all the attention.

So long as you're still in the picture,

but you can feel it all slipping away.

That's why you wanna

hold on to all the cash.

What? Like you're so perfect.

Maybe it's time the world knew

a few home truths about you.

I think they'd learn

even worse things about you.

- I don't care.

- I think you would.

Look, how about this?

Let's go 50-50.

We take our share, get into Ecuador,

turn up at the American embassy,

say we've been released,

you say you paid the ransom,

- keep the cash.

- We'll need evidence I paid the ransom.

We're the evidence. We were kidnapped,

and now we're free.

They're not gonna expect receipts

from a bunch of Ecuadorian kidnappers.

- Who did I give the money to?

- [Finch] You didn't.

You were told to leave it under a bridge

because you...

didn't wanna involve the police,

because they told you they'd kill us.

So, you just left the money

for collection under a bridge.

- What bridge?

- "What bridge"? Any bridge.

They'll check.

They'll find no money there because

the bad men came and took the money

and gave it to the bad men

that were kidnapping us. It works.

Okay, done.

- [Finch] Yeah.

- Get out.

[upbeat song plays]

[inaudible dialogue]

[coughs]

Oh. Jesus Christ. What was that?

[Finch grunting]

Bugs.

[birds and insects chirping]

[vehicle rumbling]

- Truck.

- There's a truck.

Yo! Yo!

Hi. Hi.

Oh. Hey. Hi.

Thanks for stopping.

- Where you go?

- Quito.

- We need to get to the embassy.

- We can pay you and everything.

- Ah, Americanos.

- English.

Although I have lived

and worked in America.

- Doesn't need your life history.

- Want to eat?

No, it's fine, we're going

straight to the embassy.

Embassy a few hours away. I need to eat.

- I know a good place.

- I'm quite hungry.

- This guy needs to eat, so...

- Of course. Yeah.

Okay. Let's go there.

[Finch grunts, sighs]

Brilliant, cheers.

[chattering nearby]

[man grunts]

[man shouts indistinctly]

- It's good.

- Sure.

[off-key piano notes]

Oh, God. Jazz.

[banging and grunting]

Oh, good. Not jazz after all.

Hi. Hey. Oh. Nice.

Morning.

Hi.

Hiya. Oh.

Rustic, isn't it?

[sighs] No air-conditioning, though.

Makes you drink more,

doesn't it? Crafty.

- He looks like he's had enough.

- We're gonna eat and then leave.

Sure. Shall I call for a menu?

Don't know who's working here.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Americano?

- Uh, well, English.

But I, um... Yeah.

You look handsome. And rich.

You must be very successful.

- I do okay, babe.

- Let's go.

Uh, no.

- But, you know, you look tired.

- I am tired.

Do you want something to wake you up?

- Sure.

- Okay.

No. You sniff it.

[sniffs]

- What the f*** are you doing?

- You want some?

- No, we're going.

- We're not going.

- We're going!

- We're not going.

Listen to me. My wife left me, okay?

Presumably for someone better.

Who isn't better than me?

Just having a bit of fun, to remind me

that life's worth living. [sniffs]

Give me that, please.

What the hell.

Funny, isn't it?

[banging on counter]

- Hello.

- Gentlemen.

Hi. [chuckles]

- So, you like the sample, eh?

- Thank you.

- And now, you gotta buy.

- [Frank groans] I knew it.

[Finch] That's fair enough.

Gotta make a living. He's given us

a little free sample, you know.

So, I'll have one.

Thank you. Cheers.

There you go.

- I won't do it now. [chuckles]

- [man laughs]

In fact, I think I'd better hide it.

I don't want them finding this

at the embassy.

Don't worry about it. They won't.

[both groan]

- [Frank] Sh*t.

- Come on, let's go, papi.

Let's go, come on.

- Move.

- Okay.

- Come on, move!

- Okay.

[bandit 1] Move.

[Finch] All right.

- [bandit 2] Let's go.

- [bandit 1] Move.

Keep an eye on them.

[chickens clucking]

[man yells in Spanish]

[bandit] Get out. Let's go.

Let's go, get out. Move.

[Finch] Okay.

[bandit] Move. Hey!

In there. Over there. Over there, move.

Now go. Go, go, go.

- Look at this.

- [bandit] Enjoy the view.

[bandits chattering and laughing]

Gotta love tourists.

They're nice people.

- Very nice.

- Excuse me.

There's no toilet... in here.

[cackling]

- Sorry about this.

- Don't worry about it.

What do you mean,

"don't worry about it"?

I have to tell you something. Um...

[sighs]

Probably gonna end up dying here,

and I don't wanna have to die

- with this on my conscience, so...

- What now?

[sighs]

I'm just gonna say it.

I slept with your wife, Eleanor.

- The night of the party.

- No, you didn't. What do you mean?

- I didn't know who she was.

- You're serious?

I didn't know she was your wife.

[Finch exhales]

How do you think that makes me feel?

That my wife just...

- has it off with anyone?

- Hardly.

The first smarmy bastard who comes along.

Just a big phony and a liar and a cheat.

Oh, I feel sick.

[Frank sighs]

So, you've been laughing at me

behind my back all this time.

No, not at all. I felt terrible

when I found out. I like you.

- You got a funny way of showing it.

- I did not know she was your wife.

- So you keep saying.

- She's the one to blame.

She knew she was married to you.

She chose not to share that with me.

So, you wouldn't have done it

if you had known?

Of course not. What do you think of me?

Maybe she'll really

try and get us out now.

She'll be killing two birds

with one stone, won't she?

She'll be getting her husband back

and her lover.

[Frank sighs]

Morning.

[groans]

Hey, man, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have said

anything. I thought you were over her.

I am over her, so, don't say anything.

Let's just get through this.

[grunts]

You okay?

Go.

[speaks in Spanish]

- Thank you.

- Mm-hm.

- [Finch] Thank you.

- [Frank] Thank you.

- Have you got any bread?

- It's not room service.

- Are you a prisoner, too?

- Of course he's a prisoner.

- Maybe he can help.

- He can't help, look at him.

He is helping us.

He brought us food, didn't he?

- Let him go. He's terrified.

- Okay. Thank you.

Chili for breakfast.

Oh. It's really hot as well.

[breathing heavily] Mm.

[gagging]

If you hold your nose,

you can't taste it as much.

- Really?

- [gagging]

- Who do you think these people are?

- They're bandits.

They're gonna ask for ransom.

- Who's gonna pay that?

- I don't know. Government?

- Not the U.S. government.

- What do you mean?

- They don't negotiate with terrorists.

- Why?

[door opens]

- Journalist, okay?

- [Frank] Yeah.

- And you?

- No. Uh, I'm a technician.

- Is your boss rich?

- No, not at all.

- Is your family rich?

- [Finch] No.

My wife has got cash, at the moment.

- She has, she's got loads.

- Your wife?

Mm. She'll pay, then you'll release us,

yeah? Unharmed.

- Yeah, of course.

- [Finch] Don't... Yeah. Okay.

You're gonna call your wife, okay?

- Okay.

- Call her.

- She's never gonna believe him.

- Shh. Let's keep it positive.

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