- Hey, there, man.
- How you doin'?
- Good.
- Good man.
- Hey, Kyle.
- What's up, man?
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, er...
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?
- Mm... my mother is punishing me.
For what?
For stabbing my stepfather.
Yeah, right.
What the fuck?
You're way 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 S.E.C. 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?
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 your 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.
Rule one, no lying.
Rule two, respect
for fellow students and faculty.
Rule three, no sex.
Rule four, no fighting. Rule five,
absolute punctuality at all times.
I repeat rule three, 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. Hartmann
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 U.S. 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.
Ah-ah-ah...
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, okay?
- 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?
Oh, 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 D.N.A.
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 C.E.O. 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.
We've analized your finance proposal...
Sorry, Bobby...
It's a pass from Westcom.
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.
All right, 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.
Uh... 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.
Oh, 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.
Oh, 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.
- Oh?
- Growing up without any 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, uh?
That's enough.
Rule number four, 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.
- Just be careful, all right?
Okay, let's see it. Come on.
Years of ballet training.
Very nimble.
- Show us what you got.
- Oh, 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, Mr. Hartmann.
- Nice and easy, Thornton.
- Oh...
That's not easy, Thornton.
Thornton, enough. That's enough.
Come on, boy. Get it under control.
Thornton.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- I'm trying to do it. Just go!
Thornton, stay still.
Hartmann, just come on your own.
Play nice, huh?
- Come on. She's waiting for you.
- Fuck off, Marsac.
You did fine, Hartmann.
Come on. Good work. Well done.
That's it. Good work.
Okay. I got it.
You're laughing too much.
Let's see how you do.
Come on, class clown.
- Alright.
- Okay, 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.
You got 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, then move.
Come on, princes, it's just one hand
in front the other. 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, 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.
Okay, 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.
You're making something.
Yeah. It's a... a fishing fly.
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.
It's not easy to take a life, but sometimes
it's the only thing that stands 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.
Oh, it's tough!
- That's not tough, that's tender.
- It's food.
Tender like you, Maxwell?
Marsac... better than that goo
that serve you at the orphanage, huh?
Bit of jungle music.
Music!
Whoo!
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 he 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 for something 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
# It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
- 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?
- Come on, "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.
- Oh, my God!
- Over there! 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 here!
- 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,
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 okay?
We're gonna be fine.
Okay, are parents are gonna pay up,
and then we all get to go home.
Your parents.
I don't have any parents.
I have a board of trustees.
You really think these fuckers are stupid
to try and get money out of some 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!
- Oh, fuck. What?
I'm a fucking problem now 'cause
my parents are dead. Is that it?
- That's what it fucking sounded like.
- Enough! 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
will 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!
Okay. 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, okay?
- 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.
- Better 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.
Oh, 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 with.
And we may have an issue with Oshimoto.
- I'm not sure he's going to pay.
- Oh, my God.
I have my best man dealing
with it, so... 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.
With what?
This will leave us with nothing.
Took a while.
I've just found Crofton. He's dead.
- His neck's broken.
- You think it 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 you want me 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. Shut your fucking mouth!
- Why's she shutting the door?
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.
Hm. 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.
- Did you get anything from Tilton?
- No, not yet.
But 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.
I want to see the look on this 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, huh?
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.
- Kyle?
- 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.
Okay, 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.
Okay. Okay. 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?
Okay, Marsac, Fayed.
You, Amy, Keiko head up the north
trail to the old farm.
- Okay? We know there's shelter there.
- 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. Okay?
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 okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. I'm coming. Okay?
Okay.
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? Hm?
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 my son is okay.
Mm-hm.
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, uh...
my Amy was the girl who, uh...
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.
Oh... 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 you.
- Yeah, well, I can't say the same about you.
- Oh, 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.
- Okay, are you ready?
- Let's just do it.
- One...
- Two... three.
Hey, hey. Hey, you're doing great.
We're 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 jeopardize
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.
- Oh...
- 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.
Okay? 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!
Okay, stop! Stop, okay?
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, huh?
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? Huh?
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, okay?
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, um...
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.
Okay. 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. Okay?
You got this?
Okay.
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?
Oh, 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 guy Speck
planned this whole thing on his own.
I suppose the only thing that we're certain
now is that there's no one left to question.
Why don't you answer it, Jonathan?
You wanna tell us why the last
seven 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 okay?