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How’d it go? It went.

Tyler!

I’ll be out in a week.

Take care of the package till then.

I have a job for you.

By the way, it’s a two-person job.

Veronica. Roxie.

What is it?

A car.

That’s it? No eyes should be left blinking.

That’s what this is all about?

Roxie, I don’t think this has

anything to do with just the car.

Old MacDonald had a farm

E-I-E-I-O

Good. Yeah?

Attaboy.

E-I-E-I-O

With a moo, moo here And a moo, moo there

Here a moo, there a moo Everywhere a moo, moo

Mr. Madden, please. I can’t hold them much longer.

FBI! We got a warrant!

Aah! Yeah!

Mr. Madden, you’re under arrest for the financial crime

of tax evasion... Yeah, okay.

Yeah, all right.

Fraud, embezzlement.

You have the right to remain silent.

You have a right to an attorney.

Anything that you say... Good luck!

Can and will be used against you in a court of law.

E-I-E-I-O

Is he alive?

Yeah.

This doesn’t seem like something Mother would be involved in.

She generally trades in things a little more...

Dead? Exactly.

And people that are a little less...

Young? Get out of my head.

Oh, that is not a place I want to be.

Although I’m sure there’s a lot of cheap real estate.

What? Nothing.

I heard something.

He’s a cute kid.

Probably do him in another 10 or so football seasons.

Talk to me.

It’s done. Car secured.

Excellent.

I can only assume you are currently on route?

Yes, Mother, of course.

Something on your mind, Veronica?

No, it’s just that was a lot of carnage for an old car.

I didn’t know you were such a collector.

She’s never heard of craigslist?

Veronica, I know you weren’t born yesterday.

When it comes to Roxie I’m not so sure, but I like her.

She’s a good operative,

and sometimes not overthinking in this business

is actually an asset.

Now, Veronica, I wasn’t born yesterday either.

I could only assume that this isn’t about the car,

but what’s inside it.

But see, the thing is,

I don’t give a flying fuck as long as the price is right.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

Yes. Yes, of course.

I shouldn’t have questioned what you thought was in the car.

Oh, so that’s what this is about.

You’re questioning what I think is in the car?

Oh, this is fun. I’ll play.

Let’s see. Well, I can only imagine

it’s one of the usual:

a bag of cash, hard drugs, hard drives, a NOC list,

some compromising snaps of some Republican senator

getting blown by some rent boy in a men’s room

in some rural train station.

But as I said, and let me say it again for the cheap seats,

I do not give a fuck.

It’s a boy.

Excuse me?

There’s a boy in the trunk.

He’s about 8. Heavily sedated.

That’s what’s in the car. I know I shouldn’t have looked,

but Roxie really had to pee. And I didn’t want to stop.

And then the tire blew out and...

Shut up, Veronica. Shut up.

Veronica. Yes, Mother.

Alive you say? Very much.

All right, listen, I need to get in touch with my client

and sort out this grade A cluster fuck.

Where are you? Just off 6th Street.

There’s bound to be amber alerts everywhere.

You are close to the place where you did that thing that time.

Go there.

The Bulgarian thing?

Romanian thing.

Got it. Thank you, Veronica.

I’ll sort this out and give you girls a little bonus

for all your troubles.

Stay online. I’ll be in touch.

Shit.

I’m already there.

Hey! Hey!

Stop that. What are you doing?

There’s a boy in there.

He is asleep and happy.

Trust me, I’ll avoid potholes.

Okay, I’m pretty sure happy for a kid is Disneyland,

not the trunk of some old shitty...

It’s a classic.

That came from in there.

No, it didn’t.

Holy shit!

That was loud.

You’re right, he was much happier in the trunk.

And I’m more than happy to put him back there.

Look, we just have to find him something to play with.

Here you go, kid.

Play Cowboys... No!

Tell me you’re joking. What? The safety’s on.

You weren’t. Great.

Not a lot of babysitting experience, I see.

Well, what do you got, Mary Poppins?

We can’t give him that, can we?

- No! - It’s a joke.

- Right. - Yeah.

Yeah. Oh!

Here you go, Picasso. Scribble. Draw. Color.

Create a masterpiece.

We did it! High five, girl!

I don’t do that.

What are you, a high-fiver-phobe?

It’s a celebratory gesture between two or more people.

Just hit it.

Don’t leave me hanging.

If I hit it, do you promise it’ll be the last?

Yeah, sure, whatever.

Wow.

Good thing I didn’t ask for 10.

I know you’re willing that thing to ring.

But you should really get some rest.

We’re here.

Thank you, Agent Barnes. Thank you.

I know you’re here. I can see you.

I can smell you, in fact. You think I need a rest?

Grab a towel and knock yourself out.

You’ll find them in the box marked "bathroom shit."

You’re a smart guy. I’m sure you could figure that out.

Mrs. Madden, it’s been over 48 hours,

and we have no calls, no ransom demands.

We need you to understand... Look, don’t, okay?

Don’t tell me about the first 48 hours.

Don’t you dare do that.

I know all about the first 48 hours.

I know how important they are.

He is my son.

He is everything to me.

The only thing I have

since my husband turned my life into a fucking toilet.

So don’t force me to give up hope, okay?

Well, that went well.

So how’s the old ball and chain, Wayne? Huh?

She’s doing great. Thanks for asking, Mr. Madden.

She enjoying a few of those perks she never had before?

Never been happier, Mr. Madden.

Well, you know what some people say:

happy wife, happy life.

Yeah.

Five minutes, Mr. M.

You were right about that Wayne, Paco.

Press his flesh, he’s yours for life.

Hector, my very large friend.

You’ll be able to press as much flesh as you desire

as soon as we get out of here.

That’s what makes the world go round, homes.

The pressing of the flesh, homes.

In more ways than one.

Which brings me to the point.

I held up my end.

I greased more wheels than a NASCAR pit crew.

Did, uh, you get what we need?

Yeah.

Blueprints for the whole facility.

One week, as planned. Excellent.

Shall we, uh, go through it one more time?

Oh, yes, yes. Oh, yeah.

Come on.

Kid, sure does like to draw.

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.

Come on, come on, come on.

What? No, no, no!

No! Don’t touch it! Too many... Too many two’s!

ROXIE: Okay, okay, okay. Too...

Too many two’s! We’ll get another room.

Okay, shh! Hey!

Uh, okay, all right. Too many two’s!

Let’s get another room. Yes, okay.

We’re going to get another room. All right.

Put some pants on, for God’s sake.

No more twos. No more twos.

You’re okay.

You’re all right.

Oh, poor kid.

Who knows how long he was in that trunk.

Yeah, or what Mother’s client had in store for him.

Oh, I desperately need a shower.

Oh, come on!

Hey, I had to carry the shit bag.

I had to find the shit to put in it.

Look, I’m pretty much naked.

So I should probably just get in, right?

No, you know what you can do? You can go...

Just breathe.

Mother’s on it.

This will all be over soon.

Okay, C3.

Oh, come on.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Okay, dinner is served.

Really?

What?

Oh, this?

I bring it with me everywhere. It really relaxes me.

Can I get little more wool there, Tyler?

Is that enough, Roxie?

That is more than enough, my good man.

You know his...? He knows yours? Oh, I get it.

You don’t want to feel left out.

Um, Tyler, this is Veronica.

Veronica, this is Tyler.

What? Come here.

He’s a hostage, not a pet.

A hostage? He’s a liability.

He’s a little kid. He’s none of our business.

Whatever.

I’m just going to take a shower

and pretend none of this ever...

Oh. Oh, so you asked him to do that?

Well, we did talk about it,

but I didn’t think he’d actually go through with it.

What, is this all a big joke to you?

No, I’m just trying to make the best of a bad situation.

Yeah? Well, I want to go home.

I want to get away from you and I want to get away from him,

and go back to doing jobs on my own.

Look, I’m sorry, okay?

I know I can be a bit impulsive.

And you’re more of a control freak

and overanalyzer,

which, if you think about it, has the word "anal" in it.

Anyways, what I’m trying to say is...

You know, I really like working with you.

You make me nervous.

In this biz, you are the benchmark,

whether you know it or not.

I mean, check this out.

These damn things give me a brain period

just looking at it.

But you? No problem.

God, every single one of these is done.

Let me see that.

Roxie...

What?

I’m terrible at these.

The cavalry has arrived.

Nice knowing you, kid.

At least she sent Julian.

You can always rely on Mother.

I’ll be taking that shower at my own place.

Did you tell Mother we changed rooms?

Oh, shit!

I totally forgot, with all his yelling...

Shh. Stop.

This doesn’t look like a containment team.

Grab the kid. Keep him quiet.

Shh. Shh.

Shh.

I can’t breathe. Shh.

Jesus Christ.

Get back! Take a deep breath.

Goddamn it.

Hey!

Jesus, put some pants on.

It looks like they shot them out.

No shit, Einstein.

Let’s go. We need to find another ride.

Mother, they got away.

Damn it!

What are you...?

Get in.

Let’s go clean this shit up.

Sorry about all that, kid.

That’s okay. It was fun.

Those things will kill you.

Yeah, so will Mother, apparently.

Apparently so.

Who the hell is this kid?

We need to go somewhere safe.

I know a place.

You were really great back there, Roxie.

Nah, it was all you.

I told you, you’re the benchmark.

Go on, then.