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- hey, there, man.
- How you doin'?

- Good.
- Good man.

Ok.

What's up, man?

Hi. Hey, Kyle.

You look sharp.

Who goes to a party to
listen to their own music?

Sorry?

I said, who comes to a party
to listen to their own music?

I think my music is better.

You know, you...

You keep knocking back
the vodka like that,

you won't be able to hear a thing.

Trust me...

I can't get wasted enough tonight.

Why don't I help
you along with that?

So, this is my
last weekend of freedom

for, like, three months.

Really?

Why's that?

My mother is punishing me.

For what?

For stabbing my stepfather.

Yeah, right.

What the fuck..!

You're too easy.

Who says that?
You're fucking crazy.

Sorry to disappoint, but...

I'm actually pretty sane.

Unlike my mother,
who went and married

the first random stranger she met

after my father passed away,

and put him in charge.

Anyway...

I'm Amy, by the way.

Amy...

Well, I'm Kyle.

Kyle Hartmann.

Wanna get out of here?

Sure.

Hey... where are you?

About
to head to Nassau juvie.

Don't worry. I've taken
care of everything.

Cost you a hundred grand,
but the dui never happened.

What about the girl?

Blood test says
she was higher than ever.

Her parents don't want the
publicity any more than we do.

She'll be fine.
Bruised but not broken.

Never have kids, Marcos.

Listen, the SEC meeting's
been pushed till noon.

They want to go over the
merger detail one more time.

Let 'em.

They won't find anything they
didn't find the last four times.

Don't worry. It'll be approved.

All you need to do is close
the finance with westcom.

I appreciate you
taking care of this.

Hey, that's what you pay me for.

You focus on closing that deal.

I've got Kyle under control.

What took you so long?

We thought you needed a time-out.

Seven fucking days...

Have you seen the
people in this place?

You know what could've
happened to me in there?

You're lucky I know the judge,
or we would've had plenty

of time to see how that played out.

Where's my dad?

Up to here.

It was an accident, alright? Jesus.

A dog ran out.

Blood alcohol says you saw
three dogs and a pink elephant.

Where's my phone?

You don't need it
where you're going.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means your father is sick and
tired of cleaning up after you.

He's giving you one last
chance. You screw this up,

he is cutting you off forever.

Legally disowning you.

That's bullshit.

I got the papers all
drawn up. You wanna see?

Hey. You want him?

Yeah.

Hello.

Did you really leave
that girl there to die?

It wasn't like that.

So, you're a coward now?

Dad, I can... I can explain.

I'm done listening
to the explanations.

You do whatever Marcos tells you

or you're out on your own.

I'll just go and stay with mom.

Your mother's alimony
runs out next year.

Do you really think she
can support your lifestyle?

This is your last of a
million last chances, Kyle.

Don't waste it.

Dad...

Was this his idea or yours?

Let's just say it was
a meeting of minds.

You know what you are,
Marcos? You're a lapdog.

Someone to do his bidding,
and when he's done with you,

he'll throw your ass out
like he does with everyone

he's finished with.

This is very simple, Kyle.

Get in the car...
Or go back to jail.

The choice is yours.

Makes no difference
to me either way.

Welcome to west soay, Mr. Hartmann.

I'm Mr. Close. Course principal.

This is Mr. Maxwell.
Outdoor survival instructor.

I don't need your instructions.
I can take care of myself.

Where you come from,
maybe that's true,

but out here, with that attitude,

you could probably end up dead.

You're in a
different world now, Hartmann.

There will be consequences
for every choice you make.

No lying.

Respect for
fellow students and faculty.

No sex.

No fighting.

Absolute
punctuality at all times.

No sex.

The course you're
about to begin, Mr. Hartmann,

has been designed to
give people like you,

the spoiled, overprivileged
offspring of the super-rich,

one last chance to make
something of themselves.

Now, this island will be your
home for the next three months.

I would suggest
you follow its rules

and regulations without question...

Or suffer its punishments.

Mr. Herrick...

I'm assigning Mr. hartman to
you, here, for orientation.

Make sure he knows the drill.

So, what's with all
the security guards?

Is this a pow camp or what?

Use your head, man.
We're rich kids...

Valuable assets, we're...
Human bearer bonds.

There are other issues
here too. Like...

Running off, getting
lost in the woods.

If you want a hot shower,

you split your own
wood for the stove.

Here. Why don't you give it a go?

Looks like you could use one.

No. You seem to be getting
a good kick out of it.

I'll let you have all the fun.

Listen, "entitled
brat" doesn't work here.

You pull your own weight or
we all pay the consequences.

Here you go.

Alright. That's you.

That's me.

Wait. We're sharing this room?

Yeah. Lucky me, right?

So, what was your crime?

Gambling. I took a hit that
almost bankrupt my folks.

Dinner's at seven.

They don't like it
when you're late.

Good for them.

Fuck.

Looking a little green
around the gills, there,

sergeant dorsey.

These three years in the
glasshouse have softened you up.

Last I remember, you were
the one puking your guts

overboard in the persian Gulf...

- Sir.
- How are you?

Who's the girl?

Rachel Hennie.

She's handling systems and comms.

Stig Hennie's daughter.

- Are you serious?
- Trust me...

She's a natural.

When it comes to the tough stuff,

she takes it in her stride.

Just a bunch of kids, right?

Sure you wanna go down that route?

Do whatever allows
us to walk away clean.

It's business as usual, mate.

I didn't find god while
you were doing time.

I'm glad to hear it.

So, who's
paying for all this, then?

Let's just say
someone with lots to lose.

When do we move?

When I get the call.

Rule five, Mr. Hartmann...

It's now 15 minutes after seven.

Sorry, I... fell asleep.

- I'm still on US time.
- You're so full of shit.

Miss Tilton, please.

A little exercise should help
with that jetlag, Hartmann.

Are you serious?

None of your classmates
eat until you're done.

Outside.

Outside!

Right. Three reps, up and back.

Double time.

One on each shoulder.

Off you pop.

Move it!

Come on,
Hartmann. Get a move on.

And again.

Come on, you can do it.

Good.

Now you can take those
ropes to the storeroom

next to the main building.

The sooner you're done,
the sooner we dine.

First impressions
last, Mr. Hartmann.

Right.

Now that's over with...

Introductions, please.

I am James Thornton.
Lexington, Kentucky.

Keiko Oshimoto. Tokyo, Japan.

Paloma nava. Sao paolo, Brazil.

Amy Tilton, Boston.

And the Hamptons, where I
was recently left for dead

by this cowardly piece
of shit who ran away.

I didn't run away. I...
I was out of it, ok?

- I hit my head. I...
- You left me.

That's what happened.

That is not a good look, mate.
Leaving a damsel in distress

while you take off
like road runner...

What do you know about me?

Man. Relax.

I'm just messing with you.

I'm... I'm sure you
had your reasons.

Yeah. Like being a fucking pussy.

Alright, enough!

All of you.

I have a question for you.

What... common thread do
you think you all share?

I have nothing in
common with these people.

My threads are made of silk.

It doesn't matter what
your panties are made of...

- Your highness.
- You're all spoiled.

Emotionally neglected.

Seeking mindless stimulation
through technology, booze,

drugs, sex, cars, cash.

You will only discover
who you really are

if we take those things away.

But what... what if this
is who we really are?

I mean...

Is this what you choose, Thornton?

To be the kind of man
that drives his car through

the front window of a Starbucks
and puts an innocent child

in hospital 'cause
you're too busy texting

to watch where you're going.

Is that what's going
to define who you are?

The kid was... he was fine.

You're all here
for the same reason.

You're screwed up.

But... There's hope.

Somewhere in your DNA
is an instinct to survive

and your time here is all
about unearthing that instinct.

Uncovering who you really
are and helping you forge

real connections to the world
around you and each other.

You will learn to respect
yourselves and each other.

You will learn to
take responsibility

for your own actions.

We're giving you the
opportunity to reset...

To start again.

And if you don't keep up,

you will be left behind.

Now. Since this is the
last kitchen-cooked meal

that you're gonna have for a week,

eat up.

As long as we continue
to support our emerging artists,

institutions like this
blossom and expand...

Excuse me, Mr. Hartmann. Joe
Franz, "Metro News Journal".

Who let you in?

Northern core is about to
become Hartmann global holdings.

That's a big story.

Excuse me just a minute.

I'm curious. How does a
small-time hack like yourself

come across such
privileged information?

I have my sources... and
right now they're telling me

the future CEO of
Hartmann Global Holdings

just bribed a judge, to
keep his son out of jail.

Careful.

There might be no truth to that.

Your share prices go to hell
even on a rumor like that.

Maybe even the entire merger,
if people start digging.

I heard talk that if
this thing falls down,

you fall, too.

You may have managed to find
one of my secrets, Mr. Franz...

But rest assured, you do this,

and I'll make it my life's
mission to find all of yours.

I have dozens of litigation lawyers

and private investigators

just waiting to take
your pathetic life

and crush it beyond
all recognition.

Now run along.

You won't get far.

It's a nice morning for
escape, Mr. Hartmann.

It's not a swim I'd try, though.

My name's croft. Head of security.

This island is 60 miles
from the nearest landfall.

The north Atlantic's a
far cry from sag harbor.

I got my own money.

I could pay you to
get me out of here.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I think I'll politely
decline that offer.

Now, you get yourself
back to bed, son,

and I have no reason to
tell anyone about this.

We'll stage from here,

then use an inflatable
to make the landing,

and climb from there.

Gonna run
into any weather?

Well, shipping forecast shows
an Atlantic swell in 72 hours.

We'll be halfway to Norway by then.

Who else we got?

Couple of ex-marines I worked
with, after you got sent down.

Good men. Work hard.

They've got seven
pro guards up there.

It's a bit of work in the dark,

but nothing we can't handle.

This is the one.

We get this done,

then we can say goodbye
to working for hire.

Yeah, right.

You'll never quit. You
love the heat too much.

It's arranged.

Once the account is
routed through the proxy,

the funds will be untraceable.

Told you she's the best.

What's up?

Cat got your tongue?

- What's that?
- It's a database.

It tells you all you need to know

about the little
fuckheads up there.

Where do these people
get their money?

Their fathers steal it...

Then they call it free enterprise.

They never work a
day in their lives.

Rich pricks.

Well, you can let me know
what a rich prick feels like,

when you're one, too.

What's the split?

Ten percent.

Of what?

One billion dollars.

Think "a thousand million"...

If you can't get your
head around a billion.

Biggest fucking ransom in the
history of the world, my friend.

You're gonna be
outdoors for at least a week,

so choose what you think
you need to survive.

I am not wearing
another man's boots.

Go barefoot. That's your choice.

Now would be a very good
time to start thinking about

cause and effect.

You choose badly,

you live with the repercussions.

Right...

"Edible flora and fauna
of the British Isles".

This is riveting stuff.

Now, familiarize yourselves
with food you can forage.

There's no packed lunches here.

You will eat what you can gather,

trap or kill.

Once your basic supplies
run out, of course.

I'm not killing anything.

Cause and effect, miss Tilton.

You're always welcome to go hungry

while the rest of your
fellow students eat.

Sweet...

Hey, Herrick. You're
a gambler, right?

Depends who's asking.

You wanna bet who's gonna
break rule three first?

You know what I bet?

I bet that mouth of yours
gets you in trouble one day.

Thornton...

It already has, mate.

Why do you think I'm here?

Take it easy.

Hey, Kyle.

You oughta grab
hold of one of these,

just... since you decided to stay.

My father did not send me
here to be a beast of burden.

Why did he send
you here, then, Fayed?

Other than to bore us all
with your royal bullshit.

You know, I feel
sorry for you, Marsac.

Growing up without parents.

No one to teach you to
respect your superiors.

That's a lesson you must've missed.

I'll teach you now,
shall I mate?

That's enough.

No fighting.

Let's get started.

Alright. Mr. Herrick.

Let's have you on, please.

- Go, Herrick.
- Hell, yeah.

Ready for some magic.

Nothing
like added bounce.

Alright, ladies.

Go in together, strength in
numbers. Here we go, please.

Nice and easy.

Nice bit of synchronized footwork.

- Miss Tilton.
- Be careful, all right?

Ok, let's see it. Come on.

Years of ballet training.

Very nimble.

- Show us what you got.
- I will.

I'll show you boys
how it's really done.

Well, that's something.

Yeah, lovely. Very nice.

Copied me, obviously.

Alright, who have we got next?

Mr. Hartmann.

Looking a bit pale.

Hey, Marsac. Four
to one he bottles it.

Yeah, alright, I'll take that.

You're doing great,
Hartmann. Nice and calm.

Looks like
he has jelly legs.

Nothing like pure, unadulterated
fear to snap you into focus,

right, Hartmann?

I'm coming after you, alright?

- No.
- No, come on.

- No, no, no, no. Please.
- It's alright.

Take it easy, Thornton.

That's
not easy, Thornton.

Thornton, enough. That's enough.

Come on, boy. Get it under control.

Thornton...

I'm trying to do it. Just go.

Thornton, stay still.
Hartmann, just come on your own.

Easy, girls.

Play nice.

Come on, Thornton.
She's waiting for you.

Fuck off, Marsac.

You did fine, Hartmann. Come
on. Good work. Well done.

That's it. Good work.

Ok. I got it.

You're laughing too much.
Let's see how you do.

Come on, class clown.

- Alright.
- Ok, Mr. Marsac.

Here we go.

That's lovely work.

Alright, boys. You're doing fine.

Right...

You have to think like your prey.

You get to know the animal,

its tracks, paths, and routes...

And that...

Is where you set the snare.

One bunny, split nine ways,
is more of a snack than a meal.

Is it even worth it?

There isn't an animal in the
wilderness that can't be caught.

Big or small.

You just have to set the
right trap, in the right place.

Bend your elbow a little

and then stretch up.

Hartmann. Come
on, rise and shine, buddy.

We got a big day ahead.

What's your problem,
Herrick. Nothing better to do?

Come here...

You're a real
asshole, you know that?

Look around, buddy. I
was doing you a favor.

Everybody else is up.

Remember what happened
last time you were late?

Dick...

Hartmann...

- I'm letting go the safety...
- No, no, no!

So you can... free-climb
up like the others.

No, no, no. Please don't...

No. Fucking leave him.

I've seen donkeys with three
legs move faster than this ass.

Yalla imshi, Hartmann.

Just remember
what I showed you.

Look for the hand and footholds,

think about how you're going
to get there, and then move.

It's just one hand
in front the other, Princess.

That's not hard.

Can we just go?

Alright. Let's give him ten
to decide if he wants to climb

or live on a ledge for
the rest of his life.

No, no. No, no, wait,
wait, wait, please!

Guys...

Fuck!

Now you know what it feels
like to be left hanging...

Not very fun, is it?

Not knowing if anyone's
coming back to get you.

Please, don't. Come back!

Look, I can't move.

Ok, listen to me. Just... breathe.

Pretend it's the...

Climbing wall at Chelsea piers.

You can do it.

See?

Fear is all in the mind.

Let's go.

Hey...

Thanks for back there.

I'm not a huge fan of heights.

Everyone's afraid of something.

Hey... hey... Amy, please...

I honestly don't remember
what happened that night.

I mean, I remember getting wasted

and having a really
great time, but...

I don't remember the crash at all.

I don't know if I ran.

We should catch up to Maxwell,
before he lays the bait.

Yeah.

You're making something.

Yeah.

It's a... a fishing fly.

My... my dad taught me how to
make these when I was a kid.

Feels like a lifetime ago.

Take a look around.
It's beautiful, isn't it?

Clean air, trees, no skyscrapers,

no neon signs, no pollution...

Where would you be, if
you weren't here right now?

Getting wasted with
a bunch of strangers?

Here, we have all
this space to think.

It's kinda nice.

It sounds like
Maxwell's getting to you.

Or maybe I just have a
lot of thinking to do.

About what?

Well, in five days, I inherit
the money my dad left me.

And the truth is, I'm terrified.

Of letting him down...

Of screwing it up.

He gave me this before he died.

"When you were born, you
cried and the world rejoiced.

"Live your life so that
when you die, the world cries

"and you rejoice."

It's an old cherokee saying.

I just... don't want my life
to mean nothing, you know?

So, you're depressed because
you got all this money coming in

and you don't know how to spend it.

I thought you, of all
people, might understand.

I guess I was wrong.

Yeah?

Show me what you got.

This way.

Hartmann...

I want you to cut its throat.

Look, it's not easy to take a life,

but sometimes it's the only
thing between you and survival.

I can do it.

Great. We just killed Bambi.

I give thanks to this
beautiful creature

whose life we have taken.

And to this land

and also to all of you.

I was sent to this
place as a punishment...

But for the first time
in my life, I feel free.

And still my life is my own.

And... it's because of all of you.

It doesn't matter
who are parents are.

We don't have to be like them.

We can make our own lives.

We can be free.

Amen to that.

Very good.

All right, fellas. Dig in.

It's tough!

That's not
tough, that's tender.

It's food.

Tender like you, Maxwell?

Marsac... better than that
goo at the orphanage?

Bit of jungle music.

Music!

I'm the only
king of the jungle!

We're in position. You
giving the green light or not?

Roger that.

Birthday blues?

Yeah, sort of.

Just thinking about my dad.

Today's the day the
gives me his last gift.

It just feels weird, you know?

Listen to me...

Your dad believed in you.

That's why he gave you that note.

He knew that you'd take
the money and use it...

To make a difference.

You just...

Gotta believe in yourself.

I mean, hating your
stepdad because...

He's not your real dad... that's
just gonna eat you up inside.

That's what anger and hate does.

Trust me, I should know.

Maybe Maxwell's right.

Everybody deserves a second chance.

All right, man.

Are you ready?

Time to move.

That was good!

Ladies and gentlemen... please...

Take your seats.

Man down.

How the wind doth blow

and happy birthday to...

Amy!

Speech!

You are so uncool, Mr. Maxwell.

I take that as the highest
compliment, miss Tilton.

Waiter. I would like a bottle
of your finest champagne.

Yes, sir. Certainly,
sir. Crystal, sir?

C'mon,
"Cristal", Mr. Close.

That's what I said. Tuck in.

Hey...

Everybody say cheese.

Stay back!

Come on now. Who are you...

Down. On the floor now!

Take it
easy, man. Take it easy.

- My god!
- On the other side!

Move.

- Get down.
- On the floor now.

Get down.

Someone tell miss
Oshimoto to shut the fuck up.

- Maxwell. Maxwell!
- You!

- Get down! Come 'ere!
- Alright, alright!

- Move.
- On your knees.

Shut your fucking mouth!

Nobody else gets hurt if you
do exactly what we tell you.

Do as you're
fucking told, alright?

We're missing Hartmann.

Where is he?

- They've taken their masks off.
- Shut up.

He didn't
show up for dinner.

He's often late.

You're supposed to know where
everyone is at all times,

Mr. Close.

Any ideas where he might be?

I don't want to
have to hurt anyone.

Please don't make me have to.

He's in his room.

That's where I saw him last.

Go.

Do not fucking talk.

Hartmann's your room-mate.
Where would he go?

We're not gonna tell you.

Do you really think that
worthless coward would do

the same thing for
you, miss Tilton,

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 ok?

We're gonna be fine.

Ok, are parents are gonna pay,
and then we all get to go home.

Your parents.

I don't have any parents.

I have a board of trustees.

Do you really think these
fuckers are stupid enough

to try and get money out
of a bunch of 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!
- Fuck. What?

I'm a fucking problem now
'cause my parents are dead.

- Is that it?
- That's not what he meant.

That's what it
fucking sounded like...

Shut up! Shut the fuck 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.

Fuck!

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 are to
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 fucking move!

- Fuck, am I glad...
- I said stay back!

Ok. 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, ok?

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.

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.

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.

And we may have an
issue with Oshimoto.

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

It's his daughter...

I have my best
man dealing with it, so...

- "Best man"...
- 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.

This will
leave us with nothing.

Took a
while. I've just found crofton.

He's dead. His neck's broken.

You think this 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 to say.

Fucking 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.

- Why is she...
- Shut your fucking mouth!

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.

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.

Get anything from Tilton?

No, not yet.

I could force it from her.

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. Fuck that. Pay-off's
too rich on this one.

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

when I throw him
off a fucking 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?

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.

Fuck, man.

No way. I don't believe it.

- Son of a bitch.
- 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.

Ok, we need to get supplies
and we gotta go right now.

They're not fucking around.

They're gonna kill us.

Ransom or no ransom.

Ok. Ok.

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?

Ok, Marsac, Fayed...

You, Amy, Keiko head up the
north trail to the old farm.

Ok? We know there's shelter there.

No, no, 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. Ok?

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 fucking
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 fucking surprises!

- You ok?
- Yeah, I'm fine. I'm coming.

- Ok?
- Ok.

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??

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 that my son is ok.

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...

My Amy was the girl who...

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.

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 fucking dead!
- Thornton!

Kyle!

Kyle Hartmann...

I can't tell you how much I've
been looking forward to meeting.

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

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.

Ok, are you ready?

Let's just do it. One...

Two... Three.

Hey, hey...

Hey... you're doing
great. 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 jeorpardize

not only your own safety,

but the success of
the recovery mission.

I'm done leaving my son's
life in other people's hands.

I'm not going to sit
and wait for you guys

to bring me bad news.

- Mr. Hartmann...
- Bobby, wait.

- Mr. Hartmann!
- I'd like to come along.

See if I can help.

What are you going to
do when you get there?

Whatever I have to do.

I have to rest, Kyle.

We can't. We can't rest here.

Then you have to go without me.

I can slow them down. Give
you a chance to get ahead.

Amy...

I'm not going anywhere without you.

Ok? Not this time.

How's that? Is that better?

Don't be stupid! Automatic
weapon versus a bow and arrow?

Fucking throw it to the ground now!

Now!

Ok, stop! Stop, ok?

Stand out where I can see you!

You!

Drop your weapon now!

No.

What the fuck do you mean, "no"?

I mean no.

I'm not gonna drop it.

Why are you determined
to do this the hard way?

Drop it. Or I'll shoot
you in your fucking head.

Everybody stand still!

What would you do...

If we all rushed
you right now?

Would you kill us all?

I've killed more people than
I can fucking count, mate.

Yeah? What's another four?

Don't move!

If you do that...

You get nothing.

No ransom.

Is that what you came here for?

To leave with nothing?

I figure we can afford
to kill one of you. Yeah?

And we'll see how brave the
rest of you really fucking are.

Just do it.

We heard shooting.

Two more of them are dead now.

There's still one left.

He's probably gonna keep
coming, just like he said.

Then we'll let him.

Hartmann...

I don't understand why
you want to take him alive.

Yeah, we have got a gun, right?

All we've got to do is hide
until he appears and shoot him.

Not if we don't have to.

Of course we have to.

We've got to kill him
before he kills us.

Why are we even discussing this?

Because it's not who we are.

We're not killers.

Everything we did
was in self-defense.

But this is different,
ok? We have a choice.

Fuck!

Hey! Killing someone isn't
as easy as you think, Marsac.

Alright, Kyle...

What's the plan?

It's like Maxwell said,

if we can set the right
trap, in the right place,

we can catch anything.

So, does, erm... anybody
know how to use this?

I've never
shot a gun before.

I don't even know
what that thing is.

It's a bushmaster
m16, .223 caliber.

It's automatic. Clip
holds about 30 rounds.

Its rate of fire is 800 rpm.

My dad has one in his collection.

Well, you just volunteered.

Ok...

Keep out of sight until he passes.

When he does, follow
him at a safe distance.

If he starts to turn back,
fire a few shots in the air.

That should keep him in
the right direction. Ok?

You got this?

Ok...

No! Amy don't!

I'm guessing this isn't
the way you saw this going.

Throw 'em away now!

Throw 'em!

Hartmann!

Don't you think it's time we met?

I'm done playing games with you.

Well, haven't you been a busy boy!

Got a decent bit of
blood on your hands.

Actually, I should thank you.

You see, I'm flying solo now.

No one to share the ransom with.

You still think
that's gonna happen?

I know it's gonna
happen. See, I know exactly

how much of an investment
you are to your parents.

Now...

If you...

Don't march all your friends
down here in 30 seconds,

I'm gonna shoot your
girlfriend in the fucking face.

I wouldn't take too
much time to think on it.

Run!

Marsac! No!

Hartmann!

Marsac!

Your son was pretty incredible
out there, Mr. Hartmann.

Sounds like he wasn't alone there.

You're Amy, aren't you?

It's nice to finally
meet you in person.

Likewise.

I'll... let you two catch up.

I can't believe you came.

Well, I care about you, Amy.

More than you realize.

It's hard to believe that this
speck planned this on his own.

I suppose the only thing that
we're certain of now is that

there's no one left to question.

Why don't you answer it, Jonathan?

You wanna tell us why the last
7 calls on speck's sat phone

came from the one you're holding?

You couldn't get your grubby
hands on my father's money,

so you found a way to
get your own, am I right?

I don't know what she's
talking about. She's hysterical.

Innocent people are
dead because of you.

My father taught me

to live my life trying
to make a difference.

You've taught me why.

I've done nothing.
She's making it up!

She's never liked
me. This is crazy!

You ok?

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