Take Down Page #4

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or have you got a short memory?

You know nothing about him.

All we want to do is make sure he's safe.

It's cold out there. Dangerous.

Come on, Amy.

Why would we want to hurt any of you?

You're worth nothing to us dead.

Put them somewhere secure.

Of course I understand the complications.

We'll find him.

This is just a minor glitch

and will be resolved quickly.

Yeah. Understood.

Look, I need Hartmann here,

and I need him here now. Clock's ticking.

Alright. He's just a frightened kid.

- We'll handle it.

- Good.

Hey.

You okay?

We're gonna be fine.

Okay, are parents are gonna pay up,

and then we all get to go home.

Your parents.

I don't have any parents.

I have a board of trustees.

You really think these f***ers are stupid

to try and get money out of some lawyers?

- What do you mean?

- I mean I'm on my own.

So if your parents need any extra persuasion,

guess who's gonna get a bullet first.

It will not come to that.

I'm sure our parents

will cover your share.

Yeah.

Yeah, let's just hope

that doesn't cause any problems.

- Hey!

- Oh, f***. What?

I'm a f***ing problem now 'cause

my parents are dead. Is that it?

- That's what it f***ing sounded like.

- Enough! Shut up! Shut the f*** up.

We have to stick together now.

Why don't you tell that to Kyle?

When he comes out

from whatever rock he's hiding under.

He just did what any one of us

would have done.

- No.

- And, besides...

he's worth a lot more to us out there

than he is tied up in here.

If he can help us, he will.

I know he will.

I really hope he doesn't let you down.

F***!

Jesus Christ!

To all parents:
We have your children.

They are alive and will remain so,

provided you follow our instructions precisely.

At 18:
00, Eastern Standard Time tomorrow,

you are to convene at a secure location,

the coordinates for which

will be sent to Mr. Robert Hartmann.

You will wait there until further contact.

Mr. Hartmann, it is your responsibility

to arrange transportation.

Anyone who chooses not to attend,

be aware that your child's life

will be terminated.

The ransom is one billion dollars

and is non-negotiable.

- I didn't see Kyle.

- What do you want to do?

They're holding all the cards.

We do whatever they say.

Jesus Christ, Hartmann, it's me!

It's Croft!

Don't you f***ing move!

- F***, am I glad...

- I said stay back!

Okay. I thought you were one of them.

They slaughtered everybody

at the bunkhouse.

So why the hell did they spare you?

I saw it happen. I ran away.

I'm not a hero, okay?

- You did nothing?

- Look, what use is one gun against them?

I reckon our best bet is to get

to the shore boat, right?

Pray to God it's still in one piece.

At least we stand a better chance

of getting help.

Fine. We've gotta go right now.

I've got him. We're on our way.

It's just a bit of business, kid.

You say "hi" to your mum and dad...

we get paid...

you and your buddies can go home.

Move.

Keep moving.

Stop it!

- Why would they bring us here?

- Because it's in the middle of nowhere.

- Better call the FBI, there and then...

- Darling, please. You can't ju...

- Don't tell me what I can and can't do.

- Welcome.

I'm Thomas Herrick,

and this is my wife, Frances.

What took you so long?

Jonathan Tilton-Schofield.

This is my wife, Emily.

We got here as fast as we could.

Oh, you're wasting your time.

There's no power.

I don't get it. Why go to the bother of

bringing it in when you can't turn it on?

They wouldn't.

Maybe there's a generator here somewhere.

I could take a look.

Mr. Thornton... care to give me a hand?

Of course. It's been a while since

I had a chance to get my hands dirty.

So...

You still think grounding our son halfway

round the world was such a good idea?

Well, that wasn't your call

to make, was it?

I would never have sent him to that place.

Ever.

- Lisa Hartmann. I'm Kyle's mother.

- Francesca. My daughter is Paloma.

Emily Tilton-Schofield. I'm Amy's mom.

- When did you arrive?

- About an hour ago.

I traveled with the Herricks. I had

a look around. There's not much here.

There's a bathroom, a kettle. No food.

They don't want us to be too comfortable.

Agreeing to come out here was a mistake.

I really think we should at least

discuss the possibility

of handing the situation

over to trained professionals.

Well, we found a power switch, at least.

I hear what you're saying, Mrs. Herrick...

but contacting the FBI's

just not an option.

If we call them, we are effectively signing

our children's death warrant.

- Where are the other parents?

- Marsac is a trust-fund baby.

No parents to negotiate with.

And we may have an issue with Oshimoto.

- I'm not sure he's going to pay.

- Oh, my God.

I have my best man dealing

with it, so... it won't be a problem.

But if it is,

who's gonna make up the shortfall?

I can cover Mr. Oshimoto's share,

if it comes to that.

I'm sure if we pool our resources,

we could manage Marsac's between us.

With what?

This will leave us with nothing.

Took a while.

I've just found Crofton. He's dead.

- His neck's broken.

- You think it was Hartmann?

Who else? I found Croft's weapon

at the bottom of the cove.

His radio's gone.

Do you want me to keep searching?

No. It'll be dark soon. Come back in.

Croft's dead.

Must've been careless.

- Want me to go and help Dorsey?

- No.

He's heading back.

We stick to the plan for now.

You make your tapes. We might need them.

Hartmann.

You out there?

Well, if you are,

I've gotta congratulate you.

You took down one of my best men.

But enough's enough.

If you come in now...

we can get this over and done with.

Everyone can go home, safe and sound.

The alternative is I'll come after you.

And I won't stop until you're dead.

Or maybe I'm just talking to myself.

Kyle?

Kyle.

They are telling me... to send

this tape to you. At least save me.

Look, I'm not the same as

everyone else, alright?

I don't have people to talk to.

I don't know what you want me to say.

F***ing speak!

Please... do what these people

are asking of you.

Give us a chance to work everything out.

Please, just go along

with everything they say.

- You're next, sweetie.

- Why's she shutting the door?

- Shut up. Shut your f***ing mouth!

- Why's she shutting the door?

I just want you to look pretty

for your close-up, Amy.

You know...

I'm really not so different to you.

Maybe in another situation

we could even have been friends.

Hm. Pretty cool to fall

for a guy in a place like this.

Believe me...

I know how hard it is to find someone

you can really connect with.

Do you really think

that I'm stupid enough to trust you?

There isn't a place

in this entire universe

that you and I would ever,

ever be friends.

You know... I've done my research...

I know all about you.

The drugs, the one-night stands.

Now, be a good girl and say "hi" to Mummy.

- Did you get anything from Tilton?

- No, not yet.

But I could force it from her.

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