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- lt's charcoal.

- No no no, it's not.

- lt's charcoal?

- lt's charcoal.

- lt's charcoal.

- Yeah.

But the best part is l can't see

your house from here.

- Well, Bob's late.

- He wouldn't be Bob if he was on time.

He's been that way since

fifth grade, you know that.

The kids are gonna get here

before him, you know?

At least we'll have

some time with them.

How's work going?

Safe, for now. You?

Well, you know.

lt's work.

lt's good.

Oooh, yikes. Look at that.

- What? lt's a watch.

- Yeah.

Even in a shitstorm you come up

smelling like a rose.

What's your secret?

You bend the rules and l just

squeeze the sh*t out of them.

You win big, you lose big,

that's what l say.

What am l gonna tell you?

You know what? We're on vacation.

No more work talk.

- Good. Sure, don't bring it up again.

- All right.

l just heard a loon.

Bob's here?

What do you think you're doing?

Hey, are you deaf?

What are you doing?

l'm waiting for someone.

Waiting for somebody.

Okay, who are you waiting for?

You.

Where's your boat?

l didn't see the boat.

Hey, Avis, this is great.

l couldn't have done it

without Frank.

- Uh--

- Frank, look at you.

- You missed your calling.

- No, l'm very happy behind the wheel.

No, l can just see a nice floral apron.

lt would suit you.

- Thanks.

- Avis, the kids are gonna love it.

Now get yourself home.

Oh, only if you're sure

that's all you need.

l'm sure. Home.

Okay. Good night.

Frank, l'm gonna need you

to hang around.

Bob can put them away, so we might

need you to give him a ride home later.

- Yes sir. Mm-hmm.

- Okay?

Go relax in the den, okay?

Why won't you let--

why doesn't he just stay here?

- He could, but he's not gonna.

- Why?

- That new blonde?

- Oh oh oh!

She reminds me of my second wife,

except l didn't have to buy her tits.

Badum-bum!

- Party time, my friend.

- Party time.

F***.

All right, on three we try--

try to grab my hand.

No, this is-- pull pull!

- Hailey:
l can't.

- F***! Aw, f***.

Shhh.

Please.

Jeff:

What do you want?

- Oh God.

- Don't you touch her!

- Nick:
Let us go.

- Hailey:
Please!

Nick:
Just let us go.

We can help you.

We can get you anything you want.

Just please don't-- don't hurt her.

Please don't hurt her.

Answer me!

Please just--

Where the hell is Bob?

He's probably checking the tax

on his grocery bill.

That's why he's worth 10 times

more than us put together, right?

Except when it comes to Jeff.

Oh, Jeff, yeah right.

Now what do you suppose

he got him for graduation?

Probably socks from Switzerland.

- And aftershave.

- From Paris!

That better not be him.

Hey, why don't you ditch the suit?

Freshen up.

Are you hitting on me?

Hello.

- Mr. Jones?

- Yes?

- Mr. Clifford Jones?

- Yeah.

- You have a daughter named Hailey?

- Yes.

- That's right.

- No, actually that's wrong.

l have her.

l've also got Bob and Slick's boys.

- You want to talk to them?

- What is it?

F***.

- Don't f***ing touch her!

- Tell us what you f***ing want!

Don't f***ing touch her.

Don't touch her.

- Just talk to us. Leave her alone.

- F***. Tell us!

All right.

So this is what's gonna happen--

What the hell's going on? lf you so much

as touch a hair on my daughter's--

Why don't you cut the ''if you touch her,

l'm gonna kill you''

f***ing shtick,

you jackass, okay?

l'm gonna tell you what to do, you're gonna

do it and that's gonna be it.

lt's as simple as that, okay?

Do you understand?

Okay.

Great.

l want a million dollars

from each and every one of you.

That's $3 million.

l want you to call your lawyers

and begin the bank arrangements.

There's gonna be no drop offs,

no suitcases full of money,

this is it.

l will call you in half an hour

with the bank accounts.

Do you have any questions?

l said any questions?

- No.

- And if you decide

to call the police, go right ahead.

All they're gonna do is clutter up

your house and delay our business.

And in that case...

save your money.

l'll say goodbye to your kids for you.

Were they scared?

- Yeah.

- F***ing pussies.

l love it. The one who was driving

makes me want to puke.

lt'll all be over

in a couple of hours.

Well, l mean, it won't all be over.

Will it?

No, it won't.

F***! Voicemail again.

The one time we need him.

- Let's call the police.

- Okay, we call the police,

does that increase the chance of catching

this psycho? Yeah, it does.

Does it also increase the chance

of something happening to our kids?

Yeah, it does

and l don't like those odds.

- This is not a business deal.

- That's exactly what this is!

This is a business deal

and l'm doing risk assessment.

l'm not risking Nick's life because you want

to do what you think is the right--

Okay, then let's get out there and do

something to try and find them.

Well, Cliff, where do we start?

We're gone

and the guy calls, then what?

All right.

- We've gotta wait for Bob.

- Bob's not here.

Look, we don't have time

to make a debate about this.

All right, we need to stick together.

We can't afford to antagonize this guy.

All right, let's just do what he says.

Here.

Call your guy.

l'm going back downstairs.

Dean, you've got to stay up here.

No more than two people down there.

You know the rules.

Somebody has to be up here

to keep watch.

Yeah, so she can do it.

She can stay then.

No, Dean,

l need you for the big stuff.

Okay?

- Got it?

- Yeah.

- Everybody happy?

- F*** you!

Oh yeah?

Why don't l just f*** you?

- What the f***?

- Hmm?

Transfer arrangements have been made?

- Yes.

- Good.

lt should take a couple of hours

to work its way through the system

and then they'll be freed.

l want you to take this number down.

There's something you should know.

Bob Vincent hasn't arrived yet.

- Where is he?

- He's late.

- He's late?!

- What's going on?

lt doesn't mean anything.

He'll be here any minute.

No, that's bullshit.

They're not gonna f***ing pay us!

- They will!

- They'll pay whatever you want.

- Shut your f***ing mouth!

- Just give me a second, all right?

- Which one's missing?

- Hey, you f***ing cool it.

- Look at--

- Which-- which one is f***ing missing?

The guy in the middle.

Hey, all right,

l'll give Mr. Vincent another

half an hour and that's it.

That's bullshit! Can't you see

they're f***ing playing us?

Hey, just f***ing cool it, okay?

Look at me. Cool it.

Okay?

All right? We're gonna

take what we can get.

Okay.

We'll take what we can get.

Okay, so l want you

to take this number down.

F***ing b*tch.

lf we're not gonna wait, we don't

really need this a**hole, do we?

Jeff! Jeff!

- No!

- God.

What the f***?

What is wrong with you?

We were gonna do it anyway.

Give me that.

Get the f*** out of here.

- No!

- Jeff!

You f***ing b*tch!

F***ing b*tch!

You f***ing b*tch!

- Listen to me...

- Dad!

...that shouldn't

have happened, okay?

But if you don't want anything

like that to happen again,

- you'd better f***ing listen to me.

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