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We're getting rid of them all

anyway, right?

Of course. Keep 'em

in the equipment room for now.

Our partner's asking questions

and I have nothing to say.

Hartmann's important.

If we can't find him,

there could be complications.

We can always cut and run.

If there's too much heat...

No. F*** that.

Pay-off's too rich on this one.

I want to see the look on this prick's face

when I throw him off a f***ing cliff.

These people are parasites.

They don't deserve to live.

Alright. I'm gonna make this call.

You brought guns? Why would you do that?

We're fish in a barrel here.

I'm not leaving myself

completely defenseless.

A .243 Rigby...

and a pair of purdeys.

Answer it.

Looks like we're missing a few people.

My instructions were very clear.

Oshimoto is delayed. Marsac is an orphan.

Well, I assume you've thought

of ways to make up the shortfall.

That's really none of your business.

And I'm not discussing the ransom

with you until I see my son.

Your son ran off when he saw

his friends in trouble.

Once a coward, always a coward, huh?

This is not a business negotiation.

I meant what I said about

the consequences of non-compliance.

And I meant what I said.

If we don't get proof of life,

you don't get the money.

Hartmann.

- Are you mad?

- Who said you could speak for us?

- I'm sure he'll call back.

- This is reckless.

My son is unaccounted for.

- There are other lives at stake here.

- I think Mr. Hartmann is right.

I'm sure that they will call back and with it,

proof that all of our children are alive.

It's just a matter of time.

Maxwell...

Dorsey, get back here now.

F***, man.

- No way. I don't believe it.

- Kyle?

- Son of a b*tch.

- You came back.

- Yeah.

- Am I happy to see you.

You should be halfway

to the Hamptons by now, buddy.

- I hope you didn't bet on it.

- No.

Let's get you out.

Look... you're better

at this stuff than me.

Okay, we need to get supplies and we gotta

go right now. They're not f***ing around.

They're gonna kill us.

Ransom or no ransom.

Okay. Okay. Guys, grab what you can.

Supplies, equipment, anything.

We gotta go now.

- Marsac.

- Let's go.

I will not let this little prick

turn my operation into a circus.

Bring me Tilton. If she knows something,

she's gonna tell us now.

What?

Okay, Marsac, Fayed.

You, Amy, Keiko head up the north

trail to the old farm.

- Okay? We know there's shelter there.

- No, no. We're not splitting up. Why?

Because two groups are harder

to track than one. Alright?

So stay out of sight

and cover your tracks. Okay?

We need to go. Now.

I'll see you later.

"He's just a frightened kid", yet he's

managed to take out one of our men

and release seven f***ing

hostages on our watch!

They can't have gone far.

We'll track 'em and bring 'em back.

They have no way of getting off the island.

It's just a matter of flushing them out...

Then do it! I want 'em found by morning.

No more f***ing surprises!

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. I'm coming. Okay?

Okay.

If they were gonna call back,

they would've done it by now.

Maybe they're out looking for the boy.

Or maybe they've lost patience.

We're wasting time here.

- Any word from Oshimoto?

- Not yet.

But I've been crunching the numbers.

Now, we can cash for the ransom,

but if we take that money out of

the business, it will kill the merger...

which leaves us

in a potentially difficult position.

You mean, that leaves me

potentially bankrupt

and you potentially unemployed? Hm?

Well, let's not get melodramatic here,

Bobby. There are always solutions.

Westcom said no, Marcos.

Unless I can find 250 million...

the merger's dead in the water,

ransom or not.

Call me back when you hear from Oshimoto.

Keep moving.

How are you holding up?

Same as the rest of you.

Waiting for the phone to ring.

Look, I know it was a risk.

But I have to make sure my son is okay.

Mm-hm.

All any of us ever try to do

is protect our children. Right?

Our children?

- That's funny.

- What's funny?

- Nothing, nothing.

- Listen...

It's just, uh...

my Amy was the girl who, uh...

was with Kyle,

the night he wrecked his car.

I was the one who agreed to keep it quiet

when you bribed that judge.

But how were you to know about that?

I mean, you had your best man deal with it.

And it must be nice to have a man

like Shah get his hands dirty for you.

And I suppose that's why they made you

the point of contact. Because...

you've got a history of getting

exactly what you want.

- Yeah?

- I've heard back from Oshimoto.

I'm putting you on speaker.

Oshimoto's people have calculated the odds

of his daughter surviving at 30-70.

He's out. He's not paying.

Based on what?

Kidnappings over the last ten years.

Maybe he has a point.

So, you're saying 'cause... we can't

trust these guys we shouldn't pay 'em.

That's not for me to say.

But...

could call their bluff.

Likelihood is they're not gonna

go through with their threat.

Kill eight kids? To what end?

But if they do go through with it?

Let's be honest here.

These kids... have caused you

nothing but grief.

Maybe you'd all be better off.

Marcos?

You remember our conversation, earlier,

about you being unemployed?

- Yes.

- That time has come.

Hey.

What is it?

It's Keiko.

Oh... is she... is she hurt?

She didn't tell us in time.

She didn't want to hold us back.

How bad?

We couldn't stop her bleeding. She's dead.

I'm so sorry.

What?

What do you mean she's...

She's not f***ing dead!

Thornton!

Kyle!

Kyle Hartmann...

I can't tell you how much

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

- Yeah, well, I can't say the same about you.

- Oh, that hurts. Now drop the bow.

Drop the bow!

On your knees!

On... your... knees!

Hands behind your back.

Can't wait to see Amy's face

when I hand her boyfriend's head

on a plate.

Kind of poetic, don't you think?

Biblical almost.

- Okay, are you ready?

- Let's just do it.

- One...

- Two... three.

Hey, hey. Hey, you're doing great.

We're almost there.

I think I'm having

an out-of-body experience.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why risk your life like that?

You risked your life for us. I was...

I was just returning the favor.

Are you crazy?

Maybe I am.

This is FBI Special Agent Jess Chambliss.

Don't worry, this is a secure line.

We understand your concern

for your children's safety

but you've done the right thing

in contacting us.

I'm sorry about your son, Mr. Hartmann.

- Somebody had to do something.

- We are working with the UK authorities

and together we are drawing up plans

for the safe recovery of your children.

Plans? What plans?

I'm afraid I can't discuss that

at this time, Mr. Hartmann.

I'll have my jet back here

within the hour.

I'll be in Scotland in less than seven.

Mr. Hartmann, I strongly advise you

to stay where you are.

By going out there you jeopardize

not only your own safety,

but the success of the recovery mission.

I'm done leaving my son's life

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