Butterfly on a Wheel

THIS FILM CONTAINS SOME STRONG LANGUAGE

RATTLING

Hmm...

Well, this was supposed to be a surprise.

-It is.

-Yeah. For me.

-I thought you were sound asleep.

-Must be feeling guilty.

-Thank you so much.

-Happy birthday, Abby.

-Mmm...

-Mmm... We are being watched.

-Oh, sweetheart, did we wake you up?

-Mm-hm.

-Oh, we did. I'm sorry.

-Me and Bunny.

Sorry, girls. What can I say? Come here, little girl.

-OK. Group hug.

-Group hug.

Back to bed.

(INDISTINCT DIALOGUE)

(CHATTERS HAPPILY)

(LAUGHS)

-DOORBELL RINGS

-Hang on, baby.

-Hi!

-Hello, birthday girl.

-How are you?

-I'm well.

-Are we still 29?

-And a half.

-(BOTH LAUGH)

-Ooh, let me see.

-Look what he got me.

-Oh, my God, you make me sick.

You know what? I brought some, too.

(BOTH CONTINUE TO CHATTER)

Bye, Sophie.

-Just kidding! (CLUCKS LIKE HEN)

-(GIGGLES)

-Patriotic man.

-That's a little frightening.

-Looks like your ex-boyfriend.

-Yeah, it does.

-Look at this. Look what she got me.

-Hmm! Nice touch!

Now,... ladies,...

make sure you have that girls' day out tomorrow, OK?

-Just leave your platinum card, Neil.

-I will.

-Your sitter's gonna have a long day.

-We're gonna go wild!

-Yeah!

-Gotta go.

-Bye.

-See you tonight.

-OK.

-Diane, I'll see you later.

See you, Neil.

You know, you have the greatest husband ever.

I think you might be right.

SIREN WAILS

Oh, you're beautiful. You really, really are.

-Big launch on Monday, huh?

-Yeah.

-Big launch.

Two years! Two years I spent trying to get that Esafeine account.

I just about bust my jaw smiling at those shitheads,

and the old man gives it to you, and it gets done overnight.

-What is your secret?

-OK. Tell you what I'm gonna do.

Today at 4:00pm, we got the Ronson pitch.

I will hang back...

and leave it all to you. How's that sound?

I'm not so hot on electrical appliances. What do you say?

Does Abby know that you're not perfect?

-I wouldn't go that far.

-You're gonna go far, all right.

Nothing can derail this campaign. It's nationwide.

The awareness on this thing... People are going crazy for it.

-It's gonna destroy our competition.

-Sad bastards.

-(ALL LAUGH)

Neil, outstanding work. Really terrific.

-These Esafeine trails are genius.

-Thanks.

-Megris are gonna piss themselves they never got it.

-(ALL LAUGH)

-No chance of a spoiler, right?

-No. None at all.

Good. You're not gonna need me this afternoon, so I'll see you at five.

Oh, er, Karl?

About that Ronson pitch...

-Yeah? What about it?

-Well, I was just thinking,

it might be better if just one of us dealt with it.

They're not the kind to go for that hard sell.

OK. Well, which one of you wants to do it?

-I'm easy. Jerry, do you wanna do it?

-Yeah, I do. Absolutely.

No. You do it, Neil.

You don't sit on the bench when you're batting 1,000.

Well, if you're sure... Is that OK with you, Jerry?

-We did the heavy lifting on that.

-No, it's fine.

OK.

-Er...

-You just keep passing every test.

Got big plans for you, Neil. Big plans. You have a second?

-Neil Randall's office.

-"Hey, Judy. It's Abby."

-Hi, Mrs Randall. Happy birthday.

-"Thank you! Is Neil around?"

Er, he's just finishing up with Karl. Do you wanna hold?

"They're planning their little weekend adventure?"

-Something like that.

-"Will he be late tonight?"

-I don't think so.

-"Good. I got something special planned."

"Between you and me, do you think this means a promotion?"

Well, let's just say it's looking good.

-Oh!

-You did it again, Neil.

Hey, what can I say? You just got to raise your game, that's all.

Be on it more. It's nothing personal. You know that.

-That's what it takes, right?

-Does it?

-I feel bad for him, but what am I supposed to do?

-All right, all right.

-So, how was your day?

-Good.

-Yeah?

-Mm.

Well, that was fantastic.

Tastes even better since I quit the smokes.

-Mm...

-(SLOW, ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYS)

Our song.

What are you thinking?

(ROMANTIC SONG CONTINUES)

Oh, you devil!

# So, you see, I know

# Just what you been through

# So if you'll let me

# Here's what I'll do

# Oh, I'll take care of you... #

What if I asked you to stay this weekend?

Abby,... you know I want to.

It's all right. I was just kidding. I was kidding.

I know how much this means to you.

How often does he invite an executive to his country estate?

-Important for both of us, honey.

-Both of us.

Sophie... Sophie...

-Sophie!

-You ready? I love that one on you.

-I'm not trying to seduce him, babe.

-It'll remind you of me.

-Might bring you luck.

-(DOORBELL)

-I got it.

You better get going if you wanna get to Diane's on time.

-Hello! I'm Helen Schriver. The agency sent me.

-Come in.

-I'm a little early.

-It's OK. That's my husband, Neil.

-Hey, Helen.

-Hello.

Oh, look at you! You must be Sophie!

-This is Helen, the lady who's gonna sit for you tonight.

-Hey.

-Who's that?

-Her name's Cherie. We're playing a game.

-Could I play, too?

-OK.

Why don't you show Helen the pool you built for Cherie?

Oh, that's a really cool swimming pool.

-All right, what's wrong?

-She seems a bit old.

-I thought they'd send someone younger.

-Oh, that's right.

Someone who'd spend all night on the phone with their boyfriend

-while the house burns down.

-Fine!

Oh, would you get my black Prada pressed while I'm gone?

It'll make my whole weekend, honey.

(SOPHIE CHATTERS HAPPILY)

See you tonight, OK?

-Bye, Mommy!

-There you go, babe.

Daddy's gonna miss you. Bye bye.

Don't tell Mom.

Ssh! Mwah!

-Bye, Daddy.

-Bye. Oh, Helen?

If my wife gets back before midnight, do not let her in.

-She's under strict instructions to have a good time.

-OK.

-Baby, did I pack my razors?

-No, you didn't. I did.

What would I do without you, huh?

-Bye, baby!

-Miss you!

I love you!

'I'll be there in 20, Diane, OK?'

'Neil's got a promotion to get, remember? OK. Bye.'

'Let's not get carried away with this, OK?'

'We don't know if he's gonna offer me a partnership.'

He may just wanna talk business. If I can even find the place!

It's in the middle of nowhere.

OK. What's on your mind?

Just thinking about how far we've come.

Yeah, we have. Didn't I promise you it'd be worth it?

We were leading separate lives in Denver. Now look at us.

I'm also thinking I'm gonna call round some of the agencies.

-You wanna get back into photography?

-Yes. Just locally, I mean.

My days of cruising the freeways are long gone.

-Yeah. Why don't you go for it?

-You don't mind?

Mind? I think it's a great idea.

-Right turn!

-(SCREAMS)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

-Argh!

-What are you doing?

-Get your hands on the wheel!

-All right, I will!

-What do you want?

-What do you want?

-I got what I want.

-(GASPS IN FRIGHT)

-Don't do anything stupid, all right?!

-Nice and steady.

-OK, I'm holding it steady!

It's for you. Take it.

-Take it!

-OK.

-It's Sophie.

-Ah, Christ, no!

-Don't you wanna talk?

-What are you doing?

-Shut up!

-Shut up.

-Please, don't!

Talk! Talk!

Sophie... Hi, sweetheart. It's Mommy.

Listen to me. It's just a game, baby, OK?

Listen. Do whatever the lady says, all right?

-Daddy's right here.

-That's enough. That's enough.

-Let me speak to my daughter!

-That's enough. That's enough.

(SOBS)

-If you hurt our daughter -

-Abby!

-I don't give a shit about her.

-How much do you want?

-How much you got?

90, 95 grand. I don't know exactly.

142,367 dollars.

Exactly.

Just you.

Wait. Any withdrawal over 20 grand needs my signature, too.

Fine! Fine.

Just remember why we're here.

I make one call to my lady friend and you'll never see your daughter again.

Keep an eye on him, Abby. Follow on, there.

-OK? Who is this guy?

-I dunno.

-You were right about the woman!

-Don't stop. She's gonna be fine.

What if he's done something to her? Made a call already?

Hi, Abby! How have you been?

-Suzanne! I'm good. How are you?

-Good. And your daughter?

-She'll be starting school soon.

-I'm sorry. I'm in such a rush.

-I'll see you later.

-Sure. Have a good day, now.

-What are you doing?

-I'm calling the cops.

-No, you can't!

-He's right there.

-We have to do what he says.

-I just thought...

-Listen to me.

Just calm down. Let's go.

-Is that everything?

-Yes. Of course it's everything.

You think I'm gonna risk Sophie's life for the sake of a few bucks?

You just did.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Sorry.

Let's just get it over with.

-Hi. How are you?

-Hi.

-We'd like to make a withdrawal.

-Er,... I'm going to need some ID.

-Sure.

-What do you need him for?

-It's a very large amount.

-But it's our money.

-Of course, sir.

-Then, just do it!

(Stop it. Just let me deal with this whole thing, all right?)

(Just for Sophie. Just go back to the car.)

OK?

I'm sorry.

Sorry. My husband's under a lot of pressure right now.

You're not too good in a crisis, are you, Neil?

-Shit!

-(KNOCK AT WINDOW)

-Is there a problem here?

-Er...

-No, officer.

-OK, then. Move it.

-I'm just waiting -

-Now.

-Excuse me, officer.

Cash and cards, now.

Chop-chop. Give us your purse. Wallet.

Straight across here. Straight across, right here.

It's over now. You got what you want. Give us back our daughter.

That's every cent we have.

Well, let's just check it, shall we? OK? Well...

What the hell are you doing?!

You could say I've got money to burn.

(GASPS) Neil! Why are you doing this?

-Jesus!

-Stop it!

-What, are you crazy?!

-Stop it! Stop it!

-What the hell are you doing?

What's your problem?!

-Stop it!

-For Christ's sake!

-Oh, my God!

-Neil!

-Oh, God!

Left. Bear left.

(HORNS BLARE)

Oh, my God...

Oh, my God...

People are gonna be wondering where you are right now,

so why don't you call your boss

and tell him you're gonna be late.

-Late?

-You still might make it, Neil.

(DIALS)

Karl. Hey, it's Neil.

Yeah, I got delayed. Abby wasn't feeling so great.

But I'll be there as soon as I can.

No, you can gimme directions when I get closer, OK?

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Thank you. Bye.

So, what more do you want?

You.

You.

West side, now.

'Diane, hi. It's Abby. I don't think I'm gonna make it.'

There you go.

-That place there.

-They know me. I've taken clients there.

Well,... now you're taking a new client.

-Hi. Er, Mr Randall.

-Good afternoon, sir.

-Pleasure to see you again.

-Could we have a table for three?

Right this way.

May I take your coats?

It's all right.

-What can I get you to drink?

-Nothing, thank you.

Er,... good bottle of wine.

-Red. Something around, er, 200 bucks.

-Yes, sir.

-These prices...

-What would you recommend, Neil?

-Who do you think you are?

-Oh, that's easy.

Right now,...

I'm God.

Please just tell us what you want us to do.

People are always saying they'd do anything for their kids.

Anything.

So I'm gonna put that to the test. For the next 24 hours, you're mine.

Then you get her back. You got it?

Can I take your order?

-Yeah. I guess you got steak in here.

-Yes, sir. Steak dauphinoise.

OK. That'll do. Yeah.

-Rare, thank you.

-Sir.

Oh, they're not eating.

-Yeah, that's right.

-You gotta run.

-That's right.

Excuse me.

What do you mean, we've got to run?

Well, we gotta pay for this somehow, and I'm all out of cash.

-What are we supposed to do?

-Walk out of here right now.

Don't talk to your buddy on the door. You're gonna go get some.

If you're not back here by 5:30 with, say, 300 bucks,...

..well, you know what they say.

Never pick a fight with someone who's got nothing to lose.

Run along.

That's good.

-Who are you calling?

-A designer I met last month.

She's four blocks from here. Voicemail! No answer.

-Who else do we know around here?

-Nobody on this side of town.

-What have we done to him?

-We haven't done anything.

-He's just crazy.

-Do you know him from work?

-Somebody you pissed off?

-What, enough that he'd take our kid?

I don't think so. No way. We've only got 15 minutes.

-Oh, God...

-We've got to get the money.

-Please. This is important. It's...

-Neil!

-Neil!

-We really need your help!

Please. My name is Neil Randall. This is my card. This is my wife.

OK. We need money. We're not begging.

-If you could just...

-I'm late for a meeting.

No. You get back.

-Our daughter could -

-No, don't!

Our daughter could die if you don't help us.

If you don't take your hands off of me in the next two seconds...

Let him go. I have an idea!

Excuse me! Excuse me! I need to sell this bracelet.

-I paid two grand for that.

-We only need 300.

Come on! We gotta go.

It's a fake. Give you 20 bucks.

-What? It's not a fake.

-Are you kidding me?!

-I paid two grand.

-Stop.

-(LAUGHS) I was kidding!

Kidding! I'll give you 200, OK?

-Funny. 300.

-Oh, forget it.

Well, there's just one little thing. I can't forget it.

300. Now!

Come on. We got two minutes!

This way.

(HORNS BLARE)

-Where'd he go?

-Sir?

-He was sitting right there.

-I'm sorry, sir. I didn't see...

-The man. He was sitting right there.

-I'm sorry...

-You must have -

-Hey!

Dead on time!

You know, this place ain't bad. Might bring the good wife here.

Settle this up, would you, Neil?

Excuse us.

-So, you got it?

-Yeah.

-Quite a performance.

Let's see you get to South Franklin in 20. I need this delivered.

-We'll meet you at the station.

-What's that?

-A little errand for Abby. Calm down.

-What is it?

-I dunno.

-Give that to me.

-Easy! I wanna get to know you a little better.

-We might have something in common.

-For Christ's sake!

-It's all right.

I can do it. I can deliver a letter, OK?

OK, OK. Yeah, I know. Take care, OK?

You're not worried, are you? That she might see a cop,

-start getting ideas?

-No. She'll do it.

-(GASPS)

-Abby!

-Hey! Leave it. Leave it.

-You sonofabitch!

Just leave it, OK? All right?

Anger is good, Neil.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey.

One word, and your daughter's dead.

-Hey!

-Dad!

-It's good to see you, son.

-What are you doing here?

Well, I just, er... I had to come in for work, and...

What about you? I wouldn't expect to see you on the west side.

That girl I met in social studies lives just down the street, so...

-Good.

-(LAUGHS)

-Good.

-Is, er, everything OK?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Just work. I got a lot on my mind and stuff.

Listen, we gotta run.

-I'll catch you later on.

-Yeah, sure.

-Could you, er,... use a ride, or -

-Yeah.

-Neil!

Have you forgotten something?

If you're late,...

huh,... the wife'll kill you.

-Yeah. I forgot.

-Sorry, son. We're pushed for time.

-I'll talk to you later, OK?

-Sure.

So you got a child of your own, and you put us through this?

What's he gonna think of the two of you when this comes out?

Have you thought about that?

-What's he gonna think, huh?

-(TYRES SQUEAL)

-Tell me.

Come on! What's he gonna think? What's he gonna tell his girl

when Mom and Dad are on the evening news? Have you thought about that?

What the hell are you doing?!

How's everything going at work?

I hear advertising's a cut-throat business. A lot of pressure.

Is that why you screw up so many people's lives?

-What are you talking about?

-Recognise that place?

Fifth floor. Straight ahead.

That's the head office of Megris Industries. You've heard of them?

Of course you have.

And with this million-dollar launch coming up,

this is something you'd wanna keep under wraps.

What do you get for hacking into corporate information these days?

-Where did you get this?

-Don't panic. It's only a copy.

Abby has the original.

Yeah, it's all down there in black and white - times, places,

how you bought your way into getting that account.

What would the competition do with something like that?

Your company's reputation would be ruined. But Karl won't blame you.

Will he?

Mr Carver's due back any minute. I can give it to him.

-I'd prefer to give it to him myself.

-Sure. Have a seat.

You just want to destroy everything we've got, don't you?

I don't want to destroy you, Neil. I'll prove it.

I'll give you one shot.

-Stop her.

-Are you serious?

-Stop her.

Come on, come on! Shit!

(MOBILE RINGS)

-Hello?

-"Abby?"

It's Neil. Abby, don't hand over that envelope.

-What?

-I don't have time to explain!

-Just leave. It's fine.

-We have to do what he says, Neil!

-Think about Sophie.

-Get out of there, Abby!

-No! We have to do what he said!

-Get out!

-He said it's all right.

-All right.

Time's up.

Oh, no... Abby, no!

-Excuse me. Are you Mr Carver?

-No! Abby! For Christ's sake, don't!

No, don't! Abby, for Christ's sake, I said don't!

Shit!

Go on! I know you're dying for one.

I've been thinking about something you said in that restaurant.

Do you know what it was?

"I'm Mr Randall," you said.

Maybe it's just me, but there's something about you, or anyone,

calling themselves "Mr" that makes me feel kind of...

sick.

You know what I mean?

Yeah. You think you can rely on someone,

and then she just...

You're pathetic.

By comparison to you, Neil, of course I'm pathetic.

You've got everything - great job, nice house...

Terrific wife.

Shit!

I was gonna say "lovely daughter".

All right. Let's see how she's doing.

(DIALS)

8-2-7.

Hey, it's me.

Any problems?

Good.

-All right. She's watching cartoons.

-Let me speak to my daughter!

All right. I'll check in later. Keep the door locked.

Here you go.

She's an attractive woman, Neil. Don't be hard on her.

-I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do.

-I know.

Listen, I've got to fix something up. You stay here.

Why didn't you do what I told you?

Because I do what he tells me to do until he says otherwise.

-It doesn't matter.

-I wasn't gonna put Sophie in danger!

-He told me to stop you!

-But if I'd done that,

-who knows what he'd have said.

-He's playing with us.

-Yes, I get that.

-That's a good girl!

-Don't patronise me!

And don't pretend your precious career doesn't matter.

-The thing that keeps you?

-Playing blocks with Sophie for six years?

I'm sorry bringing up your child has been such a pain in the ass to you!

-I didn't say that. And by the way, honey, she's

-our

-child!

-This is what he wants.

-Screw you!

-This is what he wants. Listen!

-I have been listening to you

my whole life. Do you get it? My whole life!

You listen to me! You listen to me!

Why don't you just go back to Denver?

(GASPS)

That's a really great time to bring that up.

Really!

Sorry.

Neil! His phone!

-He just called the sitter.

-We can get the number. Quick!

-Hurry up.

-555-901215.

-He's coming.

-There's got to be something else.

-Put it down.

-I am not letting that asshole think he can just piss -

I want this delivered. There'll be a nice surprise waiting for you.

Take the train. One hour there, one back.

-What is it?

-I'll wait here.

No!

-What did you say?

-I think you heard me.

Neil, come on.

Don't worry. Underneath it all, he's really quite the family man.

-You're really beginning to annoy me.

-But anger's good, right?

-Really pissing me off.

-What you gonna do about that,

-on a sidewalk -

-Stop!

Please, get off!

-(CHOKES)

-Please stop!

Will this do you, boyo? Huh? Will this do you?!

-(CHOKES)

-No! He'll do it!

That box. One hour.

-(GASPS)

-It's OK.

Are you OK, baby? Are you OK?

-It's OK.

-I'm OK. I'm OK.

No, Neil, we can't. It's too dangerous. Please.

Yeah.

What's he trying to do to us, huh?

He's wiping our whole lives,... bit by bit.

-I'm calling that number.

-No!

-After he dialled,

the first thing he said was 8-2-7. Why would he say that?

-It's got to be a hotel room.

-What if he's watching?

It's a hotel. Allertown Crown Plaza. I knew it.

This could be the only chance we get.

-It's eight blocks from here.

-May I help you?

We've got an hour.

Excuse me. I'm sorry. This is an emergency.

-I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.

Come on. Are you serious?!

-Oh, God, what's next?

-I'm not waiting to find out. I'm opening it.

-Neil...

-I gotta do it, baby. I gotta find out.

The whole thing's a mind game, Abby.

Don't worry. We'll get her back.

Come on.

Good evening. Welcome to the Crown Plaza. May I help you?

They're here. Dark-haired 40-year-old woman with a little girl

-in a pink sweatsuit. They checked in today.

-All right.

They said that the little girl seemed really quiet.

Keep her talking.

Excuse me.

-Is there a dry-cleaning service?

-Yes, ma'am, there is.

-Oh, good.

Honey? Honey? We really ought to get going.

Thank you so much.

Take the stairs.

825... That's the next one.

It's got to be on that side.

Ssh.

"(TV CHATTER)"

(It's a TV.)

-(Wait here.)

-(No.)

(Wait.)

(I'll call the cops if anything happens, OK?)

"(LOCK BEEPS)"

"(TV CARTOON CHATTER)"

"(DIALOGUE CONTINUES)"

(GRUNTS)

You think you can get away with anything,

because you're just that bit smarter than the rest of us. Huh?

Tell me something, Neil.

How does it feel to be played?

Huh?

We're just trying to save our daughter.

Abby!

Where is she? Where is she?

How come you didn't have another one, Abby?

I'm not sure you're the perfect wife you'd like to think you are.

-Hmm? I'm not sure you're even any better than -

-Bastard!

Leave her alone! Don't you touch her!

OK, baby. OK...

Here you go. Huh?

Put it on, Abby. Hey?

-Huh? You gonna put this on?

-No!

-Come on, Abby. Put it on.

-Take it easy, babe.

-She's not doing it.

-Why not?

-I said she's not doing it!

-She might like it.

-I said she's not doing it!

-No! Neil!

You're not putting your big-dick pride before your kid, are you?

Please don't! Don't! I'll do it.

I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it.

Come on, Abby.

Come on.

There you go. Come here.

Stay there, now.

I think she's enjoying this.

Danger.

Acting out the victim.

This is the most alive she's felt in years.

Let's put the dress on.

Oh, yeah. That's it.

-She smells good.

-(GASPS)

Smells real good.

When this is over, I will kill you.

Yeah. Yeah, but it isn't over, is it, Neil?

No.

Be there at eight o'clock, or you'll never see either of them again.

-Be where? Be where at eight?

-The answer's right here, Neil.

Staring you in the face. You're hitting the big time now.

Let's see if you can make it to the top, huh?

-What are you talking about?

-Why don't you have a scotch

-while you figure it out?!

-Neil!

Tell me where, for Christ's sake! Be where?! Prick!

-Come on. Hurry up.

-Agh!

Come on!

You just want your life back.

What do you think?

Well,... get out of the car, then.

Shit!

Hit the big time...

Eight!

(GRUNTS / COUGHS)

(MOBILE RINGS)

-Yeah?

-"Missing you already."

-I made it to the clock tower.

-"Too late."

No, no! I did what you asked. I got here!

"You're too late!"

Jesus Christ! What do you want from me?

"It's not all bad. I'll let you say goodbye."

What? No! Wait...

-"Neil!"

-Baby, listen!

-"He's going to - "

"Time's up."

Where are you? What are you gonna do?

"Come and take a look, Neil."

-Where?

-"The edge, Neil."

"Just step up to the edge and look down."

OK!

-OK...

-"Come on. Not scared, are you?"

-"Little bird told me you're not crazy about heights."

-I'm at the edge.

-I'm at the goddamn edge!

-"Abby really wanted one last look."

-"If you haven't got the balls - "

-I can't even see you.

"You're not on the edge, or we'd see you. We wanna see you standing."

Wait! Wait!

OK! OK! I... I see you! I...

-"Stand up, Neil."

-"(SOBS) No!"

-Get up!

-"Neil, get up."

-"No!"

-Please don't do this...

-Argh!

-"Be a man for once in your life."

Agh!

I'm here!

I'm...

-Let him move back. It's too dangerous.

-I'm on the edge!

Tell him to move back! Tell him! Please!

He'll kill himself. Listen to me!

Don't you touch her!

-(SOBS)

-Stay in there. Stay in there.

Listen. It doesn't matter that you were late.

I was gonna have her anyway. Only she doesn't know that yet.

-Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me?

-"Why?"

Why...

Haven't you seen it yet? Huh, Neil?

-What are you talking about?

-The answer's up there.

"It's right there."

-"Look around."

-Where?

It's under your nose!

"Come on! You wanna know why, don't you?"

(GROANS IN FRUSTRATION)

What does it mean?

"I'll tell you what it means."

It means stamping out a problem. Crushing it.

So now I've got your daughter and your wife.

And you're just a tiny dot in the sky...

with nothing.

(SOBS)

I'm begging you, don't!

"And what exactly am I gonna do?"

I leave that to your imagination, Neil.

Don't you hang up! Don't you hang...

Sweet dreams.

(GASPS) Abby!

Abby!

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

(WEEPS IN DEFEAT)

Aaaargh!

(THUNDER BOOMS)

-Hey, whoa!

-The line's back there.

This is an emergency. My wife and child have been kidnapped.

There's a psycho out there. He's taken my wife and my little girl.

He's got my car. He's driving my car. It's a Range Rover,

RU8383A.

And he's got a woman who's helping him. She's...

Pretending to be a sitter? Randall, right?

Your name is Neil Randall? I just spoke to your wife.

-She was here.

-What?

-Wait. When?

-About half an hour ago.

-You spoke to my wife?

-Yeah.

-Is she OK?

She explained the whole thing - that you might show up...

with this story, and that you'll try anything to stop her.

-Stop her doing what?

-Leaving you.

No. You don't understand.

No. She's not... She's not leaving me.

No. He made her say that. OK, he's got the whole thing planned.

He's smart. Oh, he's smart, all right!

He, er... He's got our daughter,

and he's forced us to do everything he says!

Look, I get it. I know how you feel. My wife left me a year ago.

I went a bit... crazy myself.

I'm not some jealous husband! I'm the victim of a crime!

-Look,... you've been drinking.

-I'm not drunk.

He did this to me.

Do yourself a favour. Go home. Sober up.

Try and accept it. All right?

Nothing for you here. I can't help you.

Let's go. I'll walk you out.

Oh! It's all right!

-Oh, baby!

-It's OK!

-Are you OK?

-He didn't touch me.

-You promise me?

He made me lie to that cop. I thought you were gonna fall.

-I thought you were gonna die.

-I really thought I'd lost you.

I thought...

-I thought I'd lost everything!

-It's OK!

Remember that feeling?!

Cos the next time I ask you to do something,

you're gonna do it. Right?

Right, Mr Randall?

Good! Now we understand each other. Get in the back.

We'll just do it, whatever it is.

Yeah.

I love you, Abby.

You know that, right?

Look what it takes for us to get this close.

You guessed where you're going yet?

Just tell us.

We're going where you were going all along.

We're going to meet the boss.

The top man.

Karl Granger.

(I knew it had something to do with work.)

(Maybe.)

Jesus...

I don't know anything any more.

Home, sweet home!

You first, Neil,

just to ease the way.

-What do I do?

-Just tell the truth.

-Get out.

-Just do it.

Neil!

There's something I forgot to ask you.

-What?

-How far would you go?

-What?

-To save the things most important to you.

How far?

I will do whatever it takes to protect my family.

I can understand that. And that's a great thing.

Because there's one last thing I want you to do.

Go on.

I want you to kill, Neil.

You wanted to know what this is all about.

Well,... this is it.

No, you're crazy. I... I can't do that!

You don't have to.

But if you don't,... you'll never see Sophie again.

Because believe one thing -

I don't give a damn what happens to me.

-I can't... I can't...

-Neil, there's no debate here.

There's one person in that house, and if they're not dead in ten minutes,

someone else will be.

Have you forgotten that feeling already?

Ten minutes.

(GASPS) Oh, Jesus!

You scared the life out of me!

-Judy...

-I just took a shower.

I was beginning to think you weren't going to make it.

God, Neil, you look awful. What happened?

You were stuck with Abby when you called, weren't you?

Is she OK?

Yeah. She's OK.

Well, she bought all that stuff about going to Karl's, didn't she?

Yeah. She trusts me.

Yeah.

Anyways,... let's get this jacket off.

No! No!

It's cold out there.

(LAUGHS) OK.

Well, come in by the fire, then.

The usual?

Yeah. Yeah, thanks.

So, how did you find the place? I thought you were gonna call.

I know what's wrong. It's a long drive...

Plenty of time to discover a conscience.

Neil, don't you think I feel guilty, too?

But we've had all these months of watching our backs,

going to our little French restaurant in the afternoons...

Now finally we can just relax and enjoy each other. Right?

-God!

-Neil...

Neil?

-Have I done something wrong?

-No.

-Well, what is it?

-It's nothing.

-It's gotta be something.

Who is that?

That's... my husband, Tom.

I guess now you can put a face to the name.

-Where is he right now?

-You know. He's on that hunting trip.

That's why we're here!

Anyway, what's with the sudden interest in Tom?

What did you think he would do if he found out?

-He's not gonna find out.

-Answer me! What would Tom do?

I don't know what he'd do. It would destroy him.

Christ! Why are we even talking about this?

He's got Sophie.

-What?!

-Your husband... has my child!

-Why would Tom have Sophie?

-Because he knows about us!

-What?!

-He knows... everything, Judy.

-Tom knows? Baby, what...

-He's gonna kill her.

-What?

-If I don't...

-If you don't what?

You're scaring me!

He says... he's gonna kill her...

What are you doing with a...

No! No!

Neil, no!

Get off of me!

No! No!

(SOBS)

I can't! I can't!

(SOBS)

-(SOBS)

-Do it!

(SOBS) Tom!

Do it, Neil.

I can't!

-No?

-I can't!

-(SOBS)

-Oh, well,... I can.

-No!

A life for a life.

Just one little number.

(SOBS)

Do it now. Do it now.

-NO!

-Now! Do it!

No!

-(SOBS)

-I'm sorry!

No, Neil!

(WAILS)

Now!

God...!

(GUN CLICKS)

(BOTH SOB HYSTERICALLY)

Now do you see,... huh?

(SOBS)

How much he really loves you?

You piece of shit!

You piece of shit!

-It was just...

-Just?!

That's a great word, isn't it? It was just one of those office things,

just fooling around, just an affair! Just your cock in her mouth!

The mouth that kisses me goodbye in the morning!

But, hey, it's no big deal. It's not a matter of life and death.

But then,... you tell me,... what the fuck ever is? Get up.

You're not such a bad guy. You go to work, go to the gym,

go home, pat your kid on the head, screw your wife then mine.

The end of a perfect day!

But it wasn't her you were screwing, was it?

No. It was me.

Me you got inside.

Huh?! So come on, Neil.

Kiss me, huh? Come on. Kiss me!

-(SPITS)

-You piece of shit!

Tom! No!

Please!

Let go. Let go... Let go.

Please!

Oh, God!

(SOBS)

Where's my daughter?

She's at home where she belongs.

(SOBS)

What's going on? Baby, are you all right?

-We're getting out of here.

-Where is he?

-It's over.

Please tell me what's going on, Neil.

You were right. It was work. He had a grudge against Karl.

-So what was Judy doing in there?!

-What?

-I thought I saw Judy at the window!

-I told you, didn't I? It was work!

-Yes, but what was Judy doing there?

-Look, it's complicated!

This could cause... a lot of trouble for the company.

-The company? You're kidding me!

-No, I'm not kidding!

Just tell me what's going on. Please.

-You really wanna know the truth?

-Yes.

-You wanna know why he did it?

-Yes! Just tell me!

It was me he was after.

Why?

He's Judy's husband.

And?

She's been having an affair.

With Karl.

Only that maniac thought it was with me.

Can you believe it?

What matters right now is Sophie.

He says she's at home. We just gotta get back,

-make sure she's OK.

-OK.

-OK.

-What are you doing?

-I need a cigarette.

-I'll get it.

Look down here. I'll check upstairs.

Sophie?

Sophie?

Oh, God, baby! Come here! Come here!

Oh, baby! (SOBS)

Are you OK?

-Daddy?

-Yeah? Did she hurt you?

-What?

-The woman who took you.

Did she hurt you?

We played hide-and-go-seek.

Oh, come here, baby.

Mommy and Daddy...

are gonna be here for you now.

-OK.

-OK?

Abby, she's fine.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Abby?

Abby!

I know.

I know.

Abby...

No...

-Abby...

-Come on.

Look me in the eyes and lie to me again.

-Oh, no, Abby. I'm not lying.

-Tell me how much you love me.

I do love you. Listen to me, Abby, OK?

You and I, we can work this out together.

We'll get through this and I'll make it up to you.

But we,... we almost lost our daughter today,

and we have her back. They took Sophie!

Did they?

But you know...

You know they did.

"We're sorry. Your call cannot be completed as dialled."

-"Please check the number."

-It's just a game, honey.

Just do everything the woman says, all right?

She never left the house.

She had a nice day... with a lovely sitter.

I made sure that I got the best.

-Only the best.

-You set me up?

You set me up from the start.

Little old me.

Can you believe it?

You... You put me through all of that...

How about weeks and months of knowing you're not good enough?

Try that!

Abby!

It didn't mean anything!

-You gotta believe me!

-I do believe you!

I believe you.

But it meant something to me. It meant something to him.

Enough... that you would let him destroy every cent we've worked for?

No, Neil, not every cent.

So... you just ruined my career.

-Did I?

-Yes! I saw you do that one, Abby!

What did you see, Neil?

-None of it happened.

-So, you got it?

-Yeah.

Quite a performance.

I found you out, Neil - just like I did in Denver.

I have been in so much pain.

Do you know how that feels?

Watching you sleep at night...

Watching you dream,...

knowing that she watches you, too?

I'm done.

I get you. I understand you.

But I don't want you.

You still have everything. You still have your house,

you still have your career, Sophie...

Everything's exactly as it was.

Except for one thing.

Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?

I do, Neil.

I just wanted to share those feelings with you,

if only for a few hours. Despair...

Loss...

Abandonment.

Betrayal.

Are they there, Neil?

Are they, baby?

Are they?