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- Oh, good
Lord, it is so early.

Who is even awake right now?

I tell you what, I need to
start looking for a new job.

And I tell you what,

those are photos
that I personally

would not want in
the public spotlight.

Speaking of the
public spotlight, the
Looten Corporation,

these guys just
cannot catch a break.

I mean, just when you
think they're out--

You are ridiculous.

Well, he's so ridiculous that...

- Hello?

- Hey, this is Tom Delgado
from "Eyewitness News."

My network is running a story
on the recent allegations

against the Looten Corporation.

As their attorney,

we were hoping you could
give a statement about--

- Fuck!

- Hey, baby, call
your secretary

and have her move
your appointment.

I need you to come home and
bang me like a marching drum.

- Hey, honey.

- At least that's what my OB
says if we wanna keep trying.

Anyway, I know you'll
make an awesome dad.

So, if you wanna come back,

we can try that new
position you like.

Bye, sweetie.

- Bye.

Hello?

Why am I here?

Is this some kind of a joke?

Weird.

Where am I?

Yeah, well that's a
rhetorical question.

Well, lookie here.

And the Lord said,
"Let there be light."

Yeah. Men's urinal.
You read my mind.

- Hey, Joe,
where the hell are you?

You missed the meeting
with Elliot's lawyer.

I mean, I'm not worried,
you always crush it,

but where the hell are you?

- That's what I want to know.

- Anyway, call me when
you get this.

- Crap.

Dear Mr. Fortune,

do not use this phone
to call the authorities

or there will be consequences.

Somebody's really trying
to fuck up my day.

- Hello?

- Freddy, it's me.

- Joe, you missed
the meeting with Mrs. Elliot.

Where the hell are you?

- Hang Mrs. Elliott. I need
you to shut up and listen.

- Okay, this must be serious.

- It is. I've been kidnapped.

- What? Really? By who?

- How the hell
the should I know?

I'm just locked up
in some container.

- All right, all right.

Don't panic.

- Don't panic?

Freddy, I'm a character in
an Edgar Allan Poe story.

I mean, don't tell
me not to panic.

- Okay, uh...

Do you, do you have any idea
where you're at?

- No, not at all.

- Any enemies I don't
already know about?

- Yeah, it could be anybody.

Pick a number or wait
in line, I mean...

- Should I call the cops?
- No.

No cops.

I don't know who I'm
dealing with here,

but just don't call the cops.

Freddy, are you drinking one
of those big gulp things again?

- Yeah.

- Can you not suck that thing
through a straw in my ear?

- Sorry. Okay, so what do
you want me to do?

- I want you
to call Luther.

- Luther, the detective?

- No, Luther Vandross 'cause
I want him to sing me a song.

Yes, Luther the detective. Fuck.

- All right. All right.
- This is serious.

- Maybe he can get a bead
on your cell phone.

- Yeah.

And um,

Freddy...

- Yeah?
- You better watch your ass.

- What? Really? Why?

- Whoever's got me
knows that I know you

and you're my best friend, so...

- I didn't think of that.

- Okay, call me when
you get to Luther's.

- Will do.

- And remember, no cops.

- What
the hell is that?

- Yeah, I gotta go.

- Hello,
Mr. Fortune.

I see you've located
the chest of goodies.

- Who are you? Some
ISIS motherfucker?

- Oh, no.

I have no political or
religious affiliations.

- Then uh, what do I call you?

- You may call me The Judge.

- Huh.

Okay, so ah, how did I get here?

- I had my
associates collect you

after your jog this morning.

- Oh.

Yeah well, that's what I get for
trying to stay in shape, huh?

- Yes.

Life is full of ironies.

- So uh, why have you
kidnapped me?

- Oh, kidnap is such
an ugly word.

- Oh, okay.

Then uh, what do you call it?

- Let's just say I'm retaining

your full-time legal
services for the day.

- Uh- huh. And then
you're gonna let me go?

- If you do what I ask.

- Huh.

So uh, are you really a judge?

- Are you really an attorney?

Or just a blood sucking
loss selling people out?

- Well, Your Honor, you know
that line gets a little blurry

from time to time.

- And you blur it constantly

with amoral, greasy
machinations.

- Oh, blow me, you
pompous bastard.

- Not before you buy me flowers,

a glass of wine,
and a nice dinner.

- So uh,

Have I ever been
in your courtroom?

- Maybe, but who I am
isn't your concern.

- Okay. So uh,
what's my concern?

- Do what I want or suffer
the consequences.

- Consequences? Like locking
me up in this fucking dungeon?

- Dungeon, is it?

It has air
conditioning.

- Whoa! Who cares?

- If I turn it off, you will.

- Yeah, all right.
Stop dicking around.

What do you mean
by consequences?

- If you don't do what I ask,

I'll take away
everything you love.

- Hmm.

We're playing God, are we?

-Oh, I have no such aspirations.

I'm just a wealthy man

with lots of resources
at my disposal.

- Okay.

So uh, what do you need me for?

- You have the connections.

- With who?

- Looten Corporation.

They're your firm's most
important client, are they not?

- Yeah, so?

-You're the primary interface,

their counselor on all
legal matters and contacts?

- Yeah.

- Your precious client

is strong arming
farmers in this valley.

- That's not true.
Oh, come on, that's bullshit.

Those farmers are getting fair
market value for their land.

- They're threatening families,

using intimidation to get
people to sell their farms.

- What a load of crap.

- My opinions are based
on my research

and public records.

I'm uh, sending you all the
files for your review.

- Why should I read these files?

- Because you're
going to sabotage

this despicable land grab.

- Okay, and how do
you propose I do that?

- Uh, I suggest you
think of something.

You have eight hours
to show me results.

- Okay. And if I don't?

- Then the horror begins.

- Okay. Ooh!

The horror begins with what?

- Not what, who?

- Okay. With who,
goddammit? What the fuck?

- Your younger brother, Tony.

- Tony doesn't
live around here.

He lives in Chicago. I mean...

- You're not a very good liar.

I know exactly where he lives.

- Yeah, you're bluffing.

- 2912 Rossington. Ring a bell?

My man is staked out
in front of his house.

- Okay.

All right, you got my attention.

But don't do anything
you're gonna regret.

- Well, the pendulum of regret

is swinging towards you, not me.

Time's ticking, Joe.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

You better get cracking.

- Who the hell is this asshole?

- Hello, Farrow
County Fire Department.

Nelson speaking.

- Yeah, hi. I need to
report an emergency.

- Sir, this is the
non-emergency line.

I'm gonna need you to call
9-1-1 if you have an emergency.

- Well, I saw your
number on the internet,

so I just dialed it, so...

- Okay.

Well, for a person who's
having an emergency,

you sound pretty calm.

- Well, I'm not one who's
prone to hysterics, okay?

But I'm in a bit of a
bind and I need some help.

- Sir, I'm just trying to
maintain protocol.

- Okay, what's the protocol

for when someone is
kidnapped, you moron?

- Sir, you don't have to be
rude. I'm here to help.

- Oh, well why don't you
fucking help me, you dipstick?

- Sir, anymore name
calling and I'll hang up.

- Oh.

Just my luck, I get
kidnapped by some psycho

and locked up in this
cargo container dungeon,

and I'm stuck on the line

with some freaking
ultra-sensitive snowflake
public servant.

- Just because
I'm a public servant

doesn't mean I
don't have feelings

or that I should be abused.

- Oh god. Your feelings.

I'm so sorry, Nelson,

please forgive me for
upsetting your feelings.

In spite of the fact
that I've been kidnapped

and held against by will
in this fucking dungeon,

does not give me the right

to upset and hurt
your delicate nature.

Please. I'm so sorry.

- You don't have to
be sarcastic.

- You're right. You're right.

So um, Nelson, did your
mother have any children

who weren't, you know,
mentally disabled?

Oh, he hung up.

- Hello, Farrow
County Fire Department.

Nelson speaking.

- Nelson, why'd
you hang up on me?

- Mr. Fortune, I warned
you about abuse.

- Don't you understand the
reality of the situation?

I've been kidnapped.

- Do you get that this is
the fire department

and that we don't
handle kidnapping?

It's a police matter, sir.

- All right.

Nelson, I want you to
listen very carefully,

and I'm going to explain this

in the most simplest
and precise manner.

Are you listening?

- Mm-hmm. Please do.

- The psychopath
that has kidnapped me

has threatened to take away
every single thing that I love

and kill everybody in my
life if I call the cops,

or the authorities, or
anything like that, okay?

- Oh!

- Oh? Oh?

That's right.

- Sir, is the man in the
room with you now?

- No, he's not. I
can speak freely.

- Do you know who this man is?

- No, I do not.

- Then why don't
you call the police?

- Well, I assume he's
tracing all my calls

and if I call the police,
he's gonna do something bad.

- So how can the fire
department help?

- Right. Yes.

Okay, so look,

I think I was uh, picked
up on Riverbend Road,

was it Highway 12, near
where the old mill is.

- I might be able to help
you with that, sir.

- Right. Okay.

So if you could send one of the
fire engines down that area,

I'll stay on the line
and I'll let you know

when I hear them.

- Yes, sir. I can do that.

- Good. I appreciate that.

And can you maybe uh,
trace my cell phone?

- I can certainly see
if we can do that too, sir.

- Oh, good, good.

Well, I appreciate that.

- Perhaps I'm not so mentally
challenged now, sir.

- Yeah.

Sorry, I was under a lot of
pressure. I apologize for that.

- I imagine you do, sir.

I'll call you at this
number if anything changes.

- I... Okay.

Oh yeah, and remember
Nelson, no cops, okay?

- I got it, sir.

Remember, I'm not
m-m-mentally challenged.

Just kidding, sir.

- Yeah, you're hilarious.

You're really funny. Thank you.

- You're welcome, sir.

- Fucking moron.

- Shade here.

- Hey, it's me. Where you at?

- The office. I'm just
about to drive to Luther's.

- Okay. Does he
know you're coming?

- Yes. And I made
excuses with Richard.

- Oh, yeah? What'd you say?

- Uh, that I'm
working with you

on landing something big

and we'd be out of
the office all day.

- Okay. That's good.

- Made in the shade.

- I hate it when you say that.

- Man, you got
more pressing issues.

- Mm-hmm.

- This isn't your
regular cell number.

- No, my cell died.
This is a burner.

Just text Luther the new number.

- Wait, wait. They
gave it to you?

Are you sure it's clean?

What if they bugged
it or something?

- I don't know. It's the
best I can do right now.

I'm gonna just risk it.

- You know I got your back.

- Yeah. I appreciate that.

Um, go to my desktop and
email me the PDF files

on the Looten Corp deal.

- Consider it done.

- Cool.

- How you holding up?

- Yeah...

Keeping cool.

Working all the angles
from the inside out.

- Yeah. Literally.

- Um...

- Freddy?

- Yeah?

- If um...

If things go south,

you'll square things
away with Nicky, right?

- Ah, don't talk crazy, man.

You'll tell Nicky yourself
when we get you out of there.

- Yeah.

All right. Just uh, call me
when you get to Luther's.

- He's one badass tech man.

If anyone can get a bead
on your phone, he can.

- Yeah.

See ya.

Come on.

Oh, wait.

Come on!

Damn.

- Farrow County
Fire Department.

This is Nelson.

- Nelson, you just passed me.

-Joe! Are you all right?

- I would be all right if
you could get me out of here.

You were just in my location.

- Hang on, Joe. What?

- What, what's going on?

- Okay.

I'm here again.

- What's...?

Nelson, they were just here.

They just passed
me by a minute ago.

- I sent Engine #5
to go look for you, but...

- But, but what?

- We, we had a fire
call, I had to pull 'em off.

I can't send the truck
back. Fires take priority.

- Just send another one.
Just send somebody here.

I'll wait on the phone
until you pass me by.

- All our crews are
in the field.

I'm sorry, Joe.

- Oh, come on.

Well, can you...?

Just tell 'em to
come this way back

on their way back or something.

- Joe, what way?

I don't know where
they are right now,

how could I send them back?

- Okay, well, can you at
least try and find out?

- You bet I will,

when they get done
putting out the fire.

- Oh. Okay.

You promise?

- Yes, Joe, I promise.

- Okay.

Well, I'll call you
when they're coming by.

- Mm-hmm. Bye bye.

- Greetings again, Mr. Fortune.

Did you miss me?

- Yeah,
like uh, COVID.

- I admire a man that keeps
a sense of humor

no matter what.

- Yeah, well, I'm
naturally a perky fellow.

- And prone to mischief too.

- I have no idea what
you're talking about.

- Don't you?

Thought you'd call the
fire department for help?

- Huh, well, you said nothing
about the fire department.

Just said no cops, so...

- Very clever, Mr. Fortune.

Did you think I wasn't
monitoring your internet?

- Hey, I took a shot.

Besides uh, have you seen
any of those old movies,

you know, like "Stalag 17,"
or "The Great Escape"?

- I have.

- Yeah, well, you should know

that it's every prisoner's
job to try to escape.

- And you should know

that it's the evil
commandant's job to retaliate

for such disrespect.

- What the hell does that mean?

- I just sent you a
piece of video

that was taped only
a few minutes ago.

I think you'll find
it quite compelling.

- No! Please!

You know, you don't
have to do this.

What are you doing? No!

- No, no, no, no.
- Please, stop!

What are you doing? No, don't!

- Tony!

- Say hello to your brother.

- No! Don't! Don't!

- Stop it! Please,
don't do that!

Tony!

What the fuck!

- Looks like your machinations
were all for naught.

- You motherfucker. I'm
gonna fucking kill you!

- Oh, I hardly think so.

- You're fucking dead.

- You should be
ingratiating yourself.

Your very survival and the
survival of your loved ones

depends on whether
or not you get Looten

to withdraw from this valley.

So, I suggest you stop wasting
time trying to cross me.

- What did Tony ever do to you?

- He did nothing.

But you have.

- Me?

I was just...

I was just doing my job,
and a good one at that.

- Your job?

You've defended thieves,
murderers, rapists,

and child molesters during
your illustrious career.

The worst of the worst.

- Yeah, I, I, I'm no longer
a criminal lawyer.

I only do corporate law.

- Representing slimy
robber barons.

And that includes
doing Looten's bidding.

- Yeah, but don't these men
deserve a fair trial?

I mean, doesn't the
Looten Corporation

deserve legal representation?

I mean, come on.

- Before I left the bench,

I vowed I'd do everything
to fight scum like you.

- So you were a judge.

- I'm not on trial today.
You are.

Now, I'm sending over those
Looten documents and videos.

You don't have much time left.

You better get stumping.

- Go fuck yourself, Your Honor.

- Consider well that message,
Counselor.

I'd hate to have to
hold you in contempt.

- Fucking asshole!

Get me the fuck outta here!

- Have I reached
the Prisoner of Zenda?

- Yeah, more like the
Count of Monte Cristo.

- Well, you know,
the man who wrote

the Count of Monte
Cristo was a Black man.

- Yeah? That's great.

You don't know how much comfort
that gives me right now.

- Are you all right, brother?

- Yeah, now that I
see your ugly mugs.

- I've uh, filled Luther
in on what I know.

- Yeah, which was jack and shit.

- Yeah well,

I didn't have any information
when I spoke to him last,

so it's not his fault.

- Well, what can
you tell me now?

- Um,

Before we say anything,

The uh, The Judge,
as he likes to call himself,

says that he's monitoring
my internet traffic,

so, I don't know if he can
trace these video chats.

- Not if he's just
monitoring the internet,

but he could have any number
of bugs on that laptop,

and your phone too.

- Okay, so what do we do?

- We spring your ass out,

and hope that this judge
ain't 10 steps ahead of us.

- Great, so uh,

I'm the meat
in the shit sandwich.

- Well, you have any
idea where you at?

- No,

not a clue.

Just uh, locked up in some
storage container.

- All right. All right.

Well, I'mma try
to track your phone

off the cell tower pings.

- Yeah.

Look um,

there's one more thing.

They got someone staked
out at my mom's house.

Can you send someone over there?

- Shit, they fucking
with moms now?

Some low grade shit.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

There's another thing too.

They um, they killed
my brother Tony.

- What?

These motherfuckers are serious.

Why don't you just
pay the ransom?

- Yeah.

- No, they don't want any money.

- What's he
want then?

- He wants me to stop
this business deal.

- Maybe I should
just call the FBI.

- No, no. No cops.

- Well, what about
your wife? Is she safe?

- Yeah, she's teaching
at college today, so...

- Well, you need to get
that shit on lockdown.

- I wanted to keep
her out of it, so...

- The time for that
shit has passed.

- Yeah, um...

I'll give her a call next.

- All right, me and Tonto,
we'll go check in on your mom's,

but this is gonna cost
you twice the daily rate.

- Yeah, that's fine.

- And I expect a bonus if I
gotta bust a cap on somebody.

- Sure.

- What's your mom's address?

- 1214 Union Street.

- 1-2-1-4 Union Street.

All right.

We're on it, brother.

- Thanks.

- What do you think?

- I think this shit is
getting outta control.

- You got any phone
tracking software?

- Yeah.
- Whoa.

You sure you're gonna need that?

What's that for?

- Body cam, to monitor
any violent activity.

- In case someone sues you?

- You're not as
dumb as I thought.

- Love you too.

- Let's go, fool.

All right.

- I'm still here, guys.

- Oh, shit. Sorry, brother.

We'll contact you when we get
to your mom's house, okay?

- Okay.

- All right.

- Thanks.

- Hey!
What a surprise.

I thought Machete didn't Skype.

- Well, there's a
first time for everything.

- Where are you?
It looks dark there.

- Yeah uh,

this is not really
a social call.

I'm in a bit of a
mayday situation.

- What's wrong?

- Are you alone?

Is there anyone in
the office with you?

- No, I'm alone. Please
tell me what's wrong.

- Okay.

I've been uh...

I've been kidnapped

- Wha...? By who?

- I don't know, some
psycho with a vendetta.

- Well, did you call the police?

- Yep. No cops.

- Are the kidnappers
there with you?

- No, no. I'm just locked
up in some container.

- Jesus.

Well, then why can't
we call the cops?

- Fuck. They um...

They killed my brother.
They killed Tony.

Fuck.

- How?

- Fucking gasoline and a match.

- Oh my God.

- It was fucking bad, man.

You gotta listen to me.

- Yeah, yeah, I'm listening.

Jesus.

- You're in danger.

- Well, what should I do?

- Um, okay,

look, is there a back
entrance you can get out

from, from, from your office?

- Yes.

- Okay. Okay. Okay.

Right. Can you get
a ride with someone?

- Linda's here, I'm sure
she can give me a ride.

- Okay.

Right. So, what I want you to do
is leave your car out the front

like a decoy,

and I want you to
catch a ride with Linda

and see if you
can stay with her.

- It should be no problem.

- Great.

Um...

And do you have
that 38 snub nose?

- It's in my purse.

- Okay, so if you see
anyone shady or suspicious,

don't be afraid to use it.

- Trust me, I'll
blow their nuts off.

- That's my girl.

- What about you?

- I'm okay, I've got Freddy
and Luther working on the case.

- Oh, Luther the detective?

- No.

No, Luther the hairdresser.

Why does everyone keep
asking that question?

Yeah, Luther the detective.

- I just hope you know
what you're doing.

- Yeah um...

There's no precedent
for being kidnapped but,

Luther's an ex-cop and
Freddy's a marine, so...

- I'm scared I'll
never see you again.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You know I'm the
Houdini of lawyers.

I can slither out
of any situation.

All you need to do

is worry about that
pretty little ass of yours

and get yourself safe.
- I will.

- Um, I'll try calling
you in a few hours.

- Okay.

- Okay.

I love you.

- I love you too.

- What's happening?

- We're here at
your mom's street.

You see something?
- Yeah.

Big motherfucker in front
of 1214, sitting in the car.

- You can see that
far from here?

- I got 2020
eagle-eye vision.

- What's our next move?

- You don't need to
shout. I'm not deaf.

- Sorry.

- Well, since I could see that
poop butt from way over here

and he could no doubt see me,

we don't wanna arouse any
suspicion by abruptly leaving.

- So what did we do?

- Watch and learn.

Now give me a second,

I'm gonna patch my
body cam into the call.

- You can do that?

- It's a high tech
operation, brother.

- That's cool.

- You got me?

- Yeah, I can see.

Yeah, I don't know where
you get this stuff.

- Trade secret.

Now we're gonna put you on mute
while we go check in on Mom.

- All right.

But, you guys, watch your asses.

- We'll
talk to you soon.

- All right.

- All right, let's go.
- Let's do it.

- Can I help you?

- Hi, I'm from the
Duncan Collection Agency.

I need to speak to a Danny
Rivera about late car payments.

- I'm sorry, there's no
one here by that name.

- And you don't
own a 2018 Cadillac Escalade?

- Why, no. I don't
even own a car.

And I don't know
anyone named Danny.

- Hey there, Mom.

I'm gonna figure this out.

- Are you sure?

Danny's not behind that
door laughing at me, is he?

- I'm positive. I live
alone with my cat, Taurus.

- Well, you
seem like a nice lady,

so I'll take your word for it.

Sorry to have
bothered you, ma'am.

- It's okay. You're
just doing your job.

- All right. That's
how it's done, fellas.

- How what's done?

- Avoiding suspicion. You know?

So I'm gonna park this car

on the side street
around the corner.

- Oh, you think
the guy would've been wary
if we just left?

- A cracker and a brother

poking around in
this neighborhood?

Hell yeah, he'd be suspicious.

Shit, I would.

All right, we're gonna
park it around here.

All right, this is good.

I got something.

You know how to
use one of these?

- I was a marine for
God's sake, I should hope so.

- All right. Don't
shoot me in the back.

- What are you doing?

- Making sure no nosy
neighbors hear gun play.

- So what do you want me to do?

- Someone shoots at
you, you shoot back.

- That sounds like a plan.

- Come on, let's go.

- Okay.

- Come on, it's funny.

Geez. Come on.

Lighten up.

- Oh! No, no.
No, no, no. Go back.

There's someone else
in there. Come on.

Shit.

- Hello, squirrel dick.

- Who the hell are you?

- I'm collecting
for the Red Cross.

Care to donate some blood?

- Oh!

- Jesus. You shot the prick.

- Yeah, just
as fast as I could.

- Turn around.

- Thanks.

- You all right, ma'am?

- Who are you guys?

- I'm Freddy, Joe's
friend. Remember?

- Oh, yes. I met you
at the dinner party.

- Yeah. Two years ago, right?

- Where's my son?

- Bad
guys have him now,

but look, you could,
you could talk to him here.

- Turn around. Turn around.

- Joey, are you okay?
- Quickly, turn around!

- Oh, he's
muted. Hang on.

- Luther, there's
one in the hallway.

- I shot him, Joe.

We're good.

- You shot the shit out of him.

- Oh shit.

- So much for not
alerting the neighbors.

- So do we wait for the cops?

- With two dead
gangsters? Fuck no, Lucy.

We have too much
explaining to do.

We need to get Mom to a safe
place and then go after Joe.

- Okay, got it.

- All right.

Come on, let's get you out
the back door, Ms. Fortune.

- You're a nice
man for a killer.

- Thank
you, Ms. Fortune.

- Call me Emma.

- Thanks, Emma.

Joe, we'll talk to you later.

This way.

- The Looten
fracking operation in Goose Lake

produces enormous volumes
of toxic wastewater,

often containing cancer-causing

and even radioactive material.

Once brought to the surface,
this toxic waste poses hazards

to drinking water, air
quality, and public safety.

So they now propose to
use the same methods

in Farrow County.

- Hi, son.

- Hi, Mom.

- How are you? Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm
fine. Put Freddy on.

- Did you
get ahold of Nicky?

- Yeah, but I'm really
worried about her.

- Luther and
I can grab her too.

- I appreciate that.

- Where's she at?

- She's just at
work, at a college.

- We're on our way.

- Thanks.

- The Looten
fracking operation

has polluted groundwater
and surface waterways

such as rivers,
lakes, and streams.

Texas officials found arsenic,
selenium, and strontium

at elevated levels in
drinking water wells

close to Looten fracking sites.

Researchers surmised that
the Looten fracking operation

has increased pollution
in drinking water

by allowing available chemicals
to move into groundwater

at higher concentrations,

or through leaks from
faulty well construction.

Like in this Looten facility,

wastewater is often stored in
open waste pits such as these.

- Fuck.

So uh, what do I owe this
displeasure, Your Honor?

- You really are a
despicable sociopath

willing to stop at nothing.

- Well, I appreciate
the compliment,

but I'm not the asshole who
violated all due process

by kidnapping an
officer of the court.

- Officer of the court.

- And killing innocent
people along the way.

So, excuse me, Your Honor,

if we have a
difference of opinion

on what we both
classify as a sociopath.

- You sent your associates
to make trouble for me.

- You threatened my
mother, so I did what
I had to do.

- If you wanna have
any real effect on my plans,

you'll have to do better
than a washed-up detective.

- So the asshole
judge is the one who gets it.

- How dare you try to
alter my plans?

- Boo-hoo, Rudolph's all upset

because I won't play
his reindeer games.

You know, I've been looking at
this Looten Corporation deal.

I mean, if you just
came to me like a man

in the beginning, I
would've helped you.

- Would you have helped me?

You've never helped anyone
in your life but yourself.

You've never done a
minute of pro bono work

in your so-called career.

- So says the pompous
asshole hiding behind a mask.

- Your helpers

just killed my favorite nephew,

so now you are going to pay.

- You
killed my brother,

you get what
you pay for.

I mean, you reap what you sow.

- You fail to grasp the grave
situation you're in.

If losing your brother
failed to teach you,

perhaps your wife will
be more effective.

- Yeah.

Well, you're gonna have to
get through my associates,

so you better stockpile
a shit fucking ton

of body bags, you asshole.

- Your disrespect is
what got you

in your predicament.

If you had just
done what I asked,

we could have avoided
a loss of blood.

- Oh, wait a sec, Your Honor,

there's something
I've got for you.

Oh, let me find it.

Oh, yeah. Here it is.

Fuck and you.

You know, I was
just walking along,

minding my own fucking business

until you brought this
fucking havoc on me.

- All I wanted was a
little remorse,

a little humanity from you.

Now you're forcing
me to execute Plan B.

- Oh, yeah?
What's that?

Giving yourself a
frontal lobotomy?

- You'll find out soon enough,
you arrogant prick.

- Look, Judge Judy,

do you want me to stop
Looten Corporation or not?

- Yes. You have
three hours left.

So I'd stop wasting time
with your bullshit antics.

- And then you'll let me go?

- I'm nothing if not a
man of my word.

- Well, it's always a pleasure
speaking to you, Your Honor.

- Okay, Joe, we're leaving now.

- Okay.

- Shouldn't we just
call campus security?

- No, I think the situation's
above their pay grade.

- Hey, Joe.

Lilly wants you
guys to come over

and grill hamburgers again
sometime after school.

- Hey, sweetie, you
tell her it's a date

but right now I just
gotta get you both safe, okay?

- Okay, so what's the plan?

- Luther and Freddy are gonna
meet you in the parking lot.

They're on their way.
They should be there
in a few minutes.

- Okay.
- The detective Luther?

He killed those drug dealers.

- Yeah, yeah. The
Rodriguez brothers.

- Yeah, he's a local legend.

- Okay, Joe, we're in
the parking lot now.

- Are Luther and Freddy there?

- Not yet.

Okay, let me switch this.

- I don't like the
look of those guys.

Shit!

- Fuck you. Oh, fuck.

- Nicky!

- I'll kill this bitch.

- Nicky, shoot this prick.

- Shut up, hoe.

- Why don't you put the gun down

and walk away before
somebody gets hurt?

- How about I shoot you

and your loud mouth fucking
friend in the fucking face?

- Yeah.

- Nicky!

- Oh, fuck.

- Oh fuck.

- You must be Luther
the detective.

- In the flesh.

- You grease this asshole?

Wow.

I'm impressed.

- Let's get the
ladies outta here.

Let's go.

- Oh, shit, Joe! Did
you see any of that?

- I saw the whole damn thing.

You were beautiful, baby.

- Oh my God.

Never a dull moment
being your wife, honey.

- I'm gonna make it up to you.

- You better.

- What do you want?

- We're here from
Looten Industries.

- I know who you are. I saw
you at the town meeting.

- Everybody this
side of the county

sold their property
for big money.

- Well, goodie for them.
Your people got my answer.

- Well,
there's right answers

and there's wrong answers.

Looten's not gonna let

a stupid two bit pig
farmer hold up the deal.

- Is that right?
- Yeah, that's right.

So make it easy on yourself
and take the deal, huh?

- 600 grand?

That's a pretty good price
for this manure pile.

- Everything ain't about money.

We've been here for
three generations.

- Look, don't
you want to buy yourself

a new house, a new condo, a
new truck down in Florida?

- We'll even
let you take your favorite goat.

- Time for you boys
to get off my land.

- He's
got the message.

- Wow. So much for
gentle persuasion.

What the fuck?

Oh, whoa.!

Oh, shit.

Fuck. Come on, answer.

Oh, fuck.

- What's the
good word?

- Are the woman folk safe?

- They're all at Linda's place.

- Good, good, good.
There's another hitch.

- Yeah? What is it?

- I'm on the move.

- Whoa. What do you mean?

- I think I'm on the back
of a big rig or something.

I'm moving at a
pretty fast clip.

- Wow.

That's weird.

- No, it isn't. I should
have realized this earlier.

- Listen, Joe,
Luther's almost got

a bead on your phone, okay?

He uh, he's got some
gear in the car.

- Okay. How long's
that gonna take?

- How long before we find Joe?

- About 30 minutes.

- All right.

All right, 30 minutes.

- Okay, just go as
fast as you can.

Just don't let too much
distance come between us, okay?

- Have faith, brother.

- Listen, Joe, we're getting
you outta there, okay?

We got the girls, now
we're coming for you, okay?

You hear me?

- Yeah, I hear you.

- You still don't know
who's doing this, huh?

- Well uh,

I was gonna ask one
of The Judge's hired thugs,

but uh, it looks like...

- Well, unfortunately,

they've all suffered
untimely accidents.

- Yeah.

Nicky's one badass motherfucker.

- Yeah, she's quite a woman.

- Yeah, she is.

Um,

Freddy?

- I'm here, man.

- Thank you.

- We're heading east
until we reach 285, okay?

By then we'll have your GPS.

- Okay.

- Okay. I'll be
calling you back soon.

And Joe?

- Yeah?

- This time next week,
we'll be laughing at this.

- Yeah. Yeah, we will.

After his strong ties to an
alternative energy company

called Astro Solar
Power were discovered,

Judge Grimes received
a five-year suspension

after adjudicating
a significant case

against Looten Corporation.

Before this, he had levied
heavy fines against Looten,

some deemed
disproportionately unfair

by several other county judges.

- Judge
Grimes, Judge Grimes,

is it true you're one of
the primary stockholders

of Astro Solar

and that you've been unfairly
fining Looten Corporation?

- Young lady,

I'm not going to dignify
that ridiculous question.

I have a long history of
honest judicial service.

Looten has a terrible history
of ecological violations.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

- There you have it.

Judge Grimes seemed unwilling

to present us with any details

which would defend his conduct.

- Wow.

Hello, Judge Horatio Grimes.

Motherfucker.

- Hey, babe.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine. I'm
with Linda and your mom.

- Yeah, Freddy told me.

Are they all right?

- Yeah,

they're watching TV
and Lilly's doing her homework.

- Hi, Joe.

- Or not. Is your homework done?

- Maybe.

Are you still coming
over for burgers?

You promised me you'd tell
me the rest of that joke.

- Oh, no, he will not.

- Hey, hey, you know what?

I really want to
come over there,

but I'm just a little
tied up at work,

but I'll be there as
soon as I can, okay?

- Okay. Hurry up.

- Okay, go back to your mom.
Joe and and I gotta finish up.

- Bye, Joe.

- And do your homework.

- Make me!

- Oh, geez.

- Hey, look um, I don't
have much time.

The batteries are
running low on this thing

and, yeah, we gotta keep moving.

- Okay, what can I do?

- I need you to call
Melanie at the office

and get her to get the
address, the home address,

for one Judge Horatio Grimes.

- Who's he?

- He's the asshole
who's kidnapped me.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm about 99% sure.

- Okay, I'll get right on it.

- Thanks. And just do
it as quick as you can.

- How are you holding up?

- Yeah um, I'm okay.
I'm, I'm, I'm fine.

It's gonna be great.

I gotta go.

- Okay.

- Well, hello, Your Honor.

- Mr. Fortune.

How do you like being a
man that's going places?

- Well...

Yeah, I like to travel.

- Still keeping your
sense of humor.

- Always.

Hmm.

Have you heard of
the one about the judge

who was suspended for
improper conduct on the bench?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Didn't you say you
were kicked off the bench

for trying to do
the right thing?

- I told you that
didn't concern you.

- Hmm.

It didn't take
me much digging

until I found a man with a
vested interest in solar power.

This former bench officer
abused his judicial power

in his pursuit for
his own personal gain.

- Solar power is the
right thing to do.

It's cleaner and safer energy.

- Objection, Your Honor.

Hearsay.

So doesn't all solar
power require batteries?

And don't these batteries
require lithium and cobalt,

all sourced from those
wonderful slave trade mines

in the Congo?

And are these batteries,

these pesky little
things, even recyclable?

Hmm?

Horatio?

Judge Horatio Grimes.

Hello?

Are you there?

Hmm, is the computer frozen

or is there a rolling
blackout perhaps?

- It's vultures like you
that hold back real progress.

- Progress?
Your view on progress

is sending this economy
down the shitter.

- You're a very clever
man, Mr. Fortune,

but not as clever as you think.

- Really?

Your little slip
up the other day

didn't take me much
time to find you.

- I told you before,
I'm a very wealthy man

and can live where I please.

- Bully for you.

- I have Cayman and
Swiss bank accounts.

I could be out of the
States within the hour.

Once I go underground,
they'll never catch me.

- Ah, okay. Well,
never say never.

Perhaps we could work
on some arrangement.

There's no reason why we
can't work something out.

- And what would that be?

- Well, I could
scrap the Looten deal

and you can send all your
wonderful little people

into the valley to sell
your solar power packages.

And this, this little
conversation

never needs to be
heard by anybody.

- How are you gonna
scrap the deal?

- Well, besides the information
I've discovered from you,

I have some of my own
personal information.

- Something I can
give the press?

- That's right.

At the moment, it's on
a need-to-know basis,

and right now, I need
to know and you don't.

And besides, it's
my bargaining chip.

- And what's the other?

- For the pain and suffering
that you've put me through

and the fact that,

you killed my brother, Tony,

I would like you to
transfer $3 million

from your Cayman Island
account into my account.

And besides, you're
always reminding me

of what an amoral person I am
and how filthy rich you are.

- I'd have your word of honor

that you won't report
me to the authorities?

- Yeah.

I say that bygones
be paid off bygones.

The $3 million will be enough

to sufficiently dull the
ax that I had to grind.

But uh...

Well, right now, you
are taking me somewhere

where I do not want to go.

- Yes, clearly.

A prospect that delights
the imagination.

- Well, I mean,

you don't have to do this
if you don't want to do it.

You can continue on
your crazy vendettas.

We can keep carrying
all this crazy stuff on

and I'll just set
Luther onto your ass

and he'll hunt you down
to the ends of the earth

like the mangy fucking
mutt that you are.

Or, just let it go.

We can make some money

and stop this stupid
vendetta you have against me.

- All right, let's
entertain your proposal.

How do you wanna do this?

- Just get this
truck to pull over

at the next diner or cafe.

I'll let my men know
about my whereabouts.

And then once I know
everything's okay,

I'll call the reporters
and the news outlets

and give them all the dirt
on Looten Corporation.

- I'm with you so far.

- And then you transfer
$3 million into my account

within the hour.

- Bravo.

You make it sound so
easy and practical.

- Thank you. Thank
you, Your Honor.

I mean, it's much nicer
to have me working for you

then against you,
don't you think?

- I'm going to agree to
your deal, Mr. Fortune,

but if you screw me,
it's not gonna be pretty.

- No, I mean, you
found me once before,

you'll find me again
so, you know...

- You can bet your life on it.

- You're my client, and
I protect my clients.

- Like you're protecting Looten?

- Looten?

Oh, those horrible environmental
killing corporate entities.

No way. They've got
what's coming to them.

- Of course.

Um,

I'd love to sit and chat,

but I have logistical
arrangements to make.

- Sounds good. I'll let
you get on with it.

- I'll call after I
speak with my driver

and determine a
rendezvous point.

- Nice doing business with you.

- Joe, we're on
your trail, okay?

Luther's got a
GPS signal on you.

- Where am I?

- You're headed down Highway
25, just north of Greenville.

- Okay, just come
as fast as you can.

I made a deal with this asshole.

I'm cutting you in
with the proceeds.

- Well, I'd do this for nothing,

but a bonus is not unwelcome.

- How's quarter of a
million sound?

- Beautiful, baby.

- I know who the guy is.

- Who is he?

- I can't say, it's
part of the deal but,

if he double crosses me,
you'll be the first to know.

- Yeah, so I can burn him.

- Yeah. My thoughts exactly.

- Listen, why is your
driver still out on the move

if you have a deal?

- Ah, Judge said something
about a rendezvous point.

I don't know.

- All right, well, we'll
do our best to catch up,

but we gotta make up some time.

At least 30 minutes.

- Okay, just go as
fast as you can.

- All right. Over and out.

- Hey, baby. Did
you get the address?

- I sure as hell did. You ready?

- Okay, cool. Lay it on me.

- 309 Kingsland Street.

What?

- All right. Thanks, baby.

- Okay. Hey, Joe, I gotta run.

Linda says there's some
suspicious activity out front.

- Okay, you just be
careful, all right?

- Don't worry, I
still got the gat.

- That's my girl.

Love you.

- What's the good word?

- Freddy, put Luther on.

- Luther.

- Yeah, what's up?

- You got some guys
you can send over

to offer someone
some persuasion?

- What's the objective?

- Well, my kidnapper
is meant to be putting

$3 million into
my account, so...

- Whoo! Damn, boy.

Dang reverse ransom.

- Yep, and you're getting
a nice slice of this pie.

- Yeah, you know I take
care of you, brother.

- So you got people
you can send over now?

- I got a couple of
goons on speed dial.

- Great. Well,
they gotta hustle.

- What's the address?

- It's 309 Kingsland.

- Who's the party?

- Just ask for The Judge.

- All right. Here
comes The Judge, baby.

- Thank you.

- All right, Mr. Fortune,

I've complied with
your instructions.

As you see, the
truck has stopped.

- Okay, so where am I?

- You're at a rest stop
just outside of Greenville.

It's on the west
side of Highway 25.

- All right, I'll
let my men know.

- You do that.

- And what about the money?

- Well, that's what
I'm going to arrange

when I finish our little chat.

What about your
call to the media?

- That's the next
call I'm gonna make.

- All righty then.

In less than an hour,
you'll be a $3 million richer.

- Hmm. Best day's
work I've ever done.

- Exacted at a high cost.

Your brother,

my nephew.

- Tataglia lost his
son. I lost a son.

- You're a little glib.

- Hey, $3 million cuts
a lot of blood ties.

So um, what else do you need?

- I need your account number
for the wire transfer.

- Sure.

There you go.

- Very well.

You should have your money
in the next 30 minutes.

- Okay. Well, it's a
pleasure doing business.

Hello, this is Joe Fortune. I
need to speak to Tom Delgado.

- Joe Fortune,
what's going on?

- Yeah, Tom, now you've
being following

the Looten Corporation's deal

as they're moving
into the valley?

- Yeah, we're
keeping an eye on it.

Unfortunately, we've
heard some bad things.

- Yeah. Well,
you've heard right.

- Can I get you to
make a statement about it?

- Yeah. Can you keep
it confidential?

- I protect my sources.
What do you have?

- Well, I have something
that's gonna blow

the lid off this
whole situation.

- I'm listening.

- Why aren't you answering?

- Hey,
this is Nicky.

- Hey, Nicky.

- Leave a message after the beep

and I'll call you back.

- Nicky, you gotta call
me back straight away.

Shit.

Motherfucker!

Son of a bitch.

What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck are
you doing, Horatio?

I held up my end of the
bargain, now you hold up yours.

What the fuck are you doing?

Just get me outta here.

Get me the fuck outta here!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Get me out of here!

Hello?

- Joe, It's Luther.

- Yeah, I know, I'm
on the move again.

- We're on it and we're
closing the gap.

That's not why I called.

- Why? What's going on?

- Your boy, The Judge,
he's on the move.

- Did your men go to his house?

- Yeah.

His housekeeper said he
left for Rio de Janeiro

about 10 minutes
before we got there.

- Did they search the place?

- Oh, yeah.
With a fine tooth comb.

He's gone.

- Oh, shit.

I thought I had him.

He's played me. Fuck.

- It looks that way, brother.

It's time for a
hostile takeover.

- All right, what
have you got in mind?

- We catch up to
you, pull alongside,

and get the driver to
stop, or shoot his ass.

- Okay. Sounds good.

- What's my name?

- Luther, the detective.

- And have I ever let you down?

- No.

- Anything else?

- Um,

yeah.

I'm pretty worried about Nicky.

Can you get one of your guys
to swing by Linda's place

just to check on them?

- I'll call and have
'em swing by.

- Okay.

Thanks.

- We'll call you when
we're in striking distance.

- Okay. Great.

- FBI Atlanta
office. You got Agent Shapiro.

- Yeah, this is Joe Fortune.

I've been kidnapped. I being
held in some cargo container.

I'm heading north,
Highway 25 to Asheville.

- Joe Fortune,
the criminal attorney?

- No, Joe Fortune the
fucking cabaret singer.

Yeah, the fucking lawyer.

- Ask a stupid question...

- Yeah, look, I don't do
criminal law anymore, okay?

- You got some people off
I was trying to put away.

- Is that gonna be a problem?

- I'll treat you like
anybody else.

- That's good to know.

- Is the kidnapper
asking for a ransom?

- What difference does it make?

- Well, it helps to know
if it's about the ransom.

- No, he doesn't want a ransom.

He just wants to
fucking kill me.

- All right, well, do you
know who's got you?

- Yeah, I do. It's one
Judge Horatio Grimes.

- You've been kidnapped by
Horatio Grimes,

the Taylor County
Circuit Court Judge?

- Yeah. You know him?

- Our office had him
under investigation.

- Well, that's good to know.

- But kidnapping seems
like a stretch.

How do you know it's him?

- Because I've just been
Skyping with him all morning.

- Skyping?

Well, that seems a bit chummy
for a kidnapper and his victim.

- Yeah, I don't care
what it seems like.

I mean, that's what's
fucking been happening.

Jesus.

- Are you sure it's Grimes?

- Yes, I'm sure. I know
what he looks like.

- So if it's not a ransom,
what does he want?

- All right, his
goal is extortion.

He wants me to stop the
Looten Corporation's deal

in Farrow County.

- Well, that makes sense.

That's what got him
in trouble before.

- Yeah.

Well, I'd like to
talk about this more,

but right now, time
is of the essence.

- I'm listening.

- Okay.

So he's already killed my
brother, kidnapped my mother,

and now he's after my wife.

I've got hired detectives
working for me.

- Why didn't you call me sooner?

- Because it only just happened.

And besides, he threatened
to kill everyone I love

if I talked to the authorities.

But look, I just need you
to focus on one thing, okay?

- And what's that?

- All right, the
hired detectives

have been to his house
in Taylor County,

they spoke to his housekeeper

and she said that he's
flown out to Rio de Janeiro.

- Do you know
approximately when?

- Yeah, it was 20 minutes ago.

So could you send some
agents out to the airport,

maybe even check the
private airports?

- We can notify TSA

and get people out to
the smaller airports,

but he has a solid head start.

- Okay. How long
is it gonna take?

- I'd say within a half hour.

There's only one thing.

- What's that?

- How do you know he's headed
for South America?

- Because I just told you,

his housekeeper
just told, told my guys.

- You must know that's
probably bullshit.

- Shit.

He's fucking flown the coop.

Dammit!

He fucking knew I'd
call the authorities

as soon as I found out.

- All right, well, I'm
gonna roll the dice

and commit all
resources that I can.

I'll get agents out to
the airports post-haste.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

- Thank you.

- And I'm gonna get
somebody on Highway 25,

set up a road stop for all
trucks entering North Carolina.

- Yeah, yeah, that's good.

I'll let you get onto it.

- I'll reach out to you
again shortly.

- Okay. Yeah, I'll be here.

- Hang in there, Joe.

- Yeah. Not like I
can do anything else.

Fuck.

Hey, wh-wh, what's,
what's happening?

- I've got terrible news, Joe.

- Oh, no. What's happened?

- Your mother's dead.

- What?
- Linda too.

- Oh my God.

Oh, fuck.

What about Nicky?

- She's gone.

- What? What do you mean gone?

Gone as in missing?
Gone as in dead?

- I don't know. I
don't know. She's...

I have no idea where she's
at. Maybe she got out.

- Oh, yeah.

No, no, she would have
got out with Lilly.

Yeah.

- Um...

- What?

- Fuck. Er...

- Oh, fuck.

Tell me Lilly's okay.
Please tell me Lilly's okay.

- I'm sorry, Joe.

- Motherfucker!

I'm living in a fucking
nightmare, Freddy.

You gotta get me outta here.

- Listen, we're three
minutes away, okay?

You need to ready yourself.

- Yeah. Yeah. I'm ready.

I'm ready.

- We're gonna get you
out, Joe. You hear me?

- Yeah.

And when we do,

I'm gonna hunt down that
motherfucker Horatio Grimes

to the ends of
the fucking earth.

- And I'm gonna be with
you every step of the way.

Luther too.

- When I find him, I'm gonna
kill him real fucking slow.

- And I'm gonna help
you butcher him.

- He's gonna kill Nicky.

- Joe, you don't know that.

- That motherfucker said he was
gonna take everything I loved

away from me.

And he's already done that.

- It's too
soon to give up.

- What did I ever
do to this guy?

- Listen, Joe,

you're a good man.

You've done your best.

- Yeah, and I'm managing
jack-fucking-squat.

- You listen to me, Joe.

We're gonna get you out of this

and then I'm gonna help
you get through this shit.

- Yeah.

- We're veering off the
side of the highway.

Luther says you're
not moving anymore.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I didn't even notice.

- I'm gonna switch
this to body cam.

I want this recorded
for the authorities.

Brace yourself in
case this gets rough.

- Okay, I'm ready.

- After we get out, we'll go
look for Nicky. You hear me?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

Freddy,

you're all I got left.

- I'm sticking
with you like glue.

- I got you
in my ear, Joe.

You got me?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I can see you here.

- I don't see any movement.

You're just parked on
the side of the road.

- Okay.

Whoever's driving this thing,
just kill that motherfucker.

- With pleasure.

- Yeah.

Let's do it. You ready?

- Yeah, let's go.

- Hey.

- Where's the driver?

- They ditched the truck.

- I don't, just, I don't get it.
Just get me outta here.

- Shit.

I don't like this vibe, brother.

Something don't feel right.

- I don't care, just
get me outta here.

We just gotta go find Nicky.

- All right, Joe, we're
coming to get you.

I'm gonna go get
some bolt cutters.

- Go.

- And when we do, Luther,
we're gonna go out and drink

the most largest
quantities of alcohol

and wash this whole
fucking day off of us.

Guys, come on. Why aren't
are the doors opening?

Come on, open 'em up.

Get me outta here!

- Fuck!

- What?

- I'm sorry, brother.

It looks like they
spoofed your signal.

Shit! We've been chasing the
wrong truck the whole time.

I have no idea where you
are, man. None at all.

- Wait. Just, just get
me outta here.

What? Shit!

Freddy? Fuck!

- Shit!

- Luther!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Fuck no!

Luther, just hang in there,
please. The FBI are coming.

Just...

- So this is the famous
Luther, the detective.

- I would say he is more
well-known than famous.

Hey, Mr. Lawyer-man, I
just wanna let you know

that The Judge has officially
put you in contempt of court.

- Fuck!

- It's gonna be a life sentence.

- You motherfucker!

- All right. He's
got the message.

- I know who
you are,

I saw you at the town meeting.

- Yeah, that's right.

So make it easy yourself
and take the deal, huh?

He's got the message.

He's got the message.

- Fuck.

What the fuck?

Yeah?

- Joe, it's
Shapiro. You all right?

- I'm alive, but
that's about it.

- I assume your guys
haven't found you.

- They didn't make it.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Joe.

- Any luck with the airports?

- We found the correct airport.

- That's great.

- Yeah, but we were too late.

The son of bitch a took
a private jet to Rio.

- So much for bullshit.

Can you um, track the plane?

- Could if they had a
transponder on.

Next move would be extradition.

- Yeah.

I'll be dead by then.

- Don't give up hope yet.

I got my tech people

attempting to track
your cell right now.

- Okay.

Um...

So the uh, The Judge
kidnapped my wife today.

Can you get some of your
agents to try and find her?

- Yes. We'll do everything
we can to find--

- Dear Joe.

It was quite a day,
bantering back and forth,

negotiating with you.

For a while, you were quite
a challenging adversary.

I was even considering
releasing you

until you attempted
to blackmail me.

- No, please.

- It wasn't the amount you
asked for, it was the principle.

That's why I pretended
to make a deal with you.

- Please, don't...
Nicky, please.

- And I've now betrayed you,
- Please.

which I trust will make
your pain and despair

much more acute.

- No, no. Please!

- Though I'm sure,
nothing can compare

to what you are watching now.

- Please. I'm so sorry.

Nicky, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.