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Kate Mullen: You paid off to save your airline. Why won't you pay off to save your son?
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Maris Conner: And you're fuckin' drinkin' again.
Miles Roberts: Well, that's okay, though, see, 'cause I haven't been drinking with the kid.
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Kate Mullen: ...he's so shy. Next month he's doing the underwear billboard in Times Square.
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Tom Mullen: [on live TV] The whole world now knows... my son, Sean Mullen, was kidnapped, for ransom, three days ago. This is a recent photograph of him. Sean, if you're watching, we love you. And this... well, this is what waits for the man that took him. This is your ransom. Two million dollars in unmarked bills, just like you wanted. But this is as close as you'll ever get to it. You'll never see one dollar of this money, because no ransom will ever be paid for my son. Not one dime, not one penny. Instead, I'm offering this money as a reward on your head. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. So congratulations, you've just become a two million dollar lottery ticket... except the odds are much, much better. Do you know anyone that wouldn't turn you in for two million dollars? I don't think you do. I doubt it. So wherever you go and whatever you do, this money will be tracking you down for all time. And to ensure that it does, to keep interest alive, I'm running a full-page ad in every major newspaper every Sunday... for as long as it takes. But... and this is your last chance... you return my son, alive, uninjured, I'll withdraw the bounty. With any luck you can simply disappear. Understand... you will never see this money. Not one dollar. So you still have a chance to do the right thing. If you don't, well, then, God be with you, because nobody else on this Earth will be.
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Tom Mullen: My son is dead, go to hell!
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Sean Mullen: Seems like someone's always mad at you.
Tom Mullen: The way that seems?
Sean Mullen: [Sean nods his head] Mm-mmm.
Tom Mullen: Ohoy, I guess that... you're not mad at me are you?
Sean Mullen: No.
Tom Mullen: Well, I can, I can fix that.
[Starts tickling Sean]
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: We do what you say, and we go to the bank. Anything goes wrong, you're gonna turn around and I'll be gone. Okay. And if that happens, from this day on, any time your kid leaves this house to go to school, go play, see a friend, to buy a fuckin' comic book, you're gonna have to ask yourself: Is today... Jimmy Shaker day?
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: [beating Kate; whispering:] It's very simple.
[Kate moans from pain and through a choke-hold]
Detective Jimmy Shaker: I'm growing very, very tired of this bullshit.
Kate Mullen: Then could you...
[cut off by the choke-hold]
Detective Jimmy Shaker: It's up to you. Get him to take back the reward and pay me my money... or you're gonna find pieces of your little boy all over New York. I'm not gonna waste a bullet. I'm just gonna sharpen my knife.
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Tom Mullen: So how do I get my son back?
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Are you going to pay me?
Tom Mullen: Of course I am.
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Then it shouldn't be a problem.
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Tom Mullen: Oh, this is, uh, one hell of a deposit you got here.
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Shouldn't be a problem.
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: I got to him once. I'll get him again. And when I do... I'm not gonna want money... anymore.
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: You think you're suffering right now? Huh? You got no idea what suffering is.
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Liquor Store Perp: Yo, man, these cuffs are too tight, man.
Detective #1: That's 'cause they're new. They'll stretch. You gotta give 'em a little time.
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: [interrogating black guy] Don't bite down on my hand.
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: [holding a gun to Cubby's head and clamping a hand on his mouth] Are you a known scumbag in this precinct? Go on, shake your head. Go on!
[Cubby nods]
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Now, a high profile kid was snatched yesterday. You got no idea who knows about it. Cops, FBI, anybody, right?
[Cubby shakes his head]
Detective Jimmy Shaker: So what do you do? You - a known scumbag - walk into a grocery store filled with cops and you ask for a box of kiddy cereal? Now, I don't know about you, but I think that makes you a four-star asshole. What do you think?
[Cubby nods. Shaker uncovers Cubby's mouth and puts his gun away]
Detective Jimmy Shaker: What the hell were you gonna do with the videos? Kid's got tape on his eyes, for Christ's sake!
Cubby Barnes: I thought he could listen to 'em.
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Jesus! Don't be stupid again.
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: [shouts] You wanna talk to him?
Tom Mullen: [shouts] Yeah!
Detective Jimmy Shaker: [shouts] You wanna talk to him?
Tom Mullen: [shouts] Yeah!
Detective Jimmy Shaker: [takes gun out and shoots the phone]
Kate Mullen: [crying, punches Tom] God, you stupid bastard! You killed him.
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Tom Mullen: [to Cubby] What is it? Come on, what is it? A name. I swear if you tell me, I'll make sure you get the best funeral there is.
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[after Tom retrieved locker key from bottom of pool so he could change into disguise clothes]
Detective Jimmy Shaker: [snickers] Have a nice swim?
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Sean Mullen: [at hospital] Turn on the lights! Please! Turn on the lights! I don't like the dark!
Tom Mullen: Okay. Okay. We'll keep them on.
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: [kicks over a large metal crate; shouts:] I'm going to kill him!
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: [to wounded cohort in pit] You wanna stay down there forever?
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Sean Mullen: [through the loud rock music] Can I have a bar of chocolate?
[sees someone familiar]
Sean Mullen: Hey, I know you.
Maris Conner: [really tough and mean] No, you don't! Don't look at me! You don't know me!
[puts fresh tape over his eyes]
Maris Conner: What? Do you think this isn't happening? What? You think your dad's gonna come in and save you? Is that what you think? Well, he ain't. Nobody's coming. All right? You understand that? Nobody's coming. Because this is it for you.
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: [kicks over stack of crates and shouts] I'll fucking kill you Mullen!
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Miles Roberts: You're not going to be able to go to your brother's funeral either man.
Clark Barnes: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: Look me in the eye and tell me.
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: Get your own fucking lawyer.
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Tom Mullen: [to the kidnapper] If I don't get my son back and I mean real soon, you better kill yourself! By the time I'm done with you, you'll wish you'd never been born! I'll have your head on a fucking pike!
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Tom Mullen: Why would they ever let my son go, no matter what I do? I mean, no matter what I do... pay, don't pay, comply, tell him to go fuck himself - why would they give him back? I mean, he's a witness any way you cut it. It's all bullshit, it's all just... seven out of ten.
Kate Mullen: What are you saying?
Tom Mullen: All right: Morlock Man gets his money, I don't think we'll ever see Sean again. That's if he's still alive to begin with.
Agent Lonnie Hawkins: Whoa, now. Are you talking about not paying?
Kate Mullen: No! No, we pay him!
Tom Mullen: Now wait a minute. Listen to me... Morlock man says the pickup guy will give me an address for Sean. I get there, the guy sticks a gun in my face. I said, "You want the money, now give me the address? Where's the address?" You should've seen his face. He had no, absolutely NO idea what I was talking about. None!
Agent Lonnie Hawkins: Okay...
Tom Mullen: This is not business to him. This is very personal.
Agent Lonnie Hawkins: I tell you that everybody pays, and we get back 7 out of 10.
Tom Mullen: If we give him what he wants, he will kill Sean!
Agent Lonnie Hawkins: Tom, you've got to play the odds, man. I've been doing this for eighteen years, and if I were a betting man, I would bet on the people who pay every time, out of the gate.
Tom Mullen: Did you bet on the ones where you got back a corpse?
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Tom Mullen: [phone ring. Tom answers] What?
Detective Jimmy Shaker: You want to talk to your son?
Tom Mullen: Yes, of course I do.
Sean Mullen: [Jimmy puts phone up to Sean's mouth] Daddy? Dad?
[Jimmy pulls phone away]
Tom Mullen: Sean. Sean. How a...
Kate Mullen: I want to listen.
[Kate puts on headphones]
Detective Jimmy Shaker: That's enough.
Tom Mullen: No. Put him back on. I want- I want to talk to him.
Detective Jimmy Shaker: You just did. Now, you listen, real, real good. You've got one more chance to pay up, or you're never gonna talk to him again. No more fucking around. This is it. Right now. What's it gonna be?
Tom Mullen: ...No. This is bullshit. You're not gonna touch him. You can't be that stupid. Do you have any idea the reign of shit I can put on you?
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Look at your wife. Look at her face, motherfucker. Do you know what I can do to your boy?
Tom Mullen: Is it dark where you're calling from? Got the shades drawn? Kind of like a cellar, right? Like a cave? Well, you better get used to that. You better get used to crawling in the dark for the rest of your days, because I am gonna get the best group of manhunters in this country, and I am gonna dedicate my life to tracking you down.
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Hey, hey, get your head out of your ass! You think you can threaten me, huh? Who do you think you're dealing with? Give me the money!
Tom Mullen: Fuck you and your two million! Don't you understand English, you useless piece of shit? No money! None!
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Let me tell you something. You think you're suffering now, huh? You got no idea what suffering is. If I don't get the cash in one hour, this kid is dead!
Tom Mullen: I don't get my son back, and I mean real soon, you better kill yourself, because when I catch up with you, I'm gonna take my goddamn time. By the time we're finished, you're gonna wish you weren't born! I'll have your head on a fucking pike, do you understand me?
Detective Jimmy Shaker: Fuck you! I'll fucking kill him right now!
Kate Mullen: I want to talk.
Tom Mullen: You kill him, you kill yourself, you motherfucker! GIVE ME BACK MY SON!
Kate Mullen: Hello?
Detective Jimmy Shaker: You want him?
Tom Mullen: Yes.
Detective Jimmy Shaker: You want him?
[Jimmy hits speaker phone with gun]
Sean Mullen: Daddy!
[Jimmy fires gun]
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Detective Jimmy Shaker: [repeated line to Tom] Shouldn't be a problem.
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Imprisoned Business Rival: Good, I hope he rots in Hell.
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Det. Jimmy Shaker: [talking on the radio as they are both driving] You a movie fan, Tom? Ever seen that movie, The Time Machine?
Tom Mullen: No.
Det. Jimmy Shaker: It's the land of the future, right? There's only two kinds of people in the world now, the Morlocks and the Eloi.
Tom Mullen: Okay.
Det. Jimmy Shaker: The Eloi, they live above ground... they wear togas, they're all blond, they eat grapes and shit like that. It's like the garden of Eden out there, I mean basically everybody just plays around.
Tom Mullen: How do I get my boy back?
Det. Jimmy Shaker: The Morlocks, they live underground, all right? Big hairy ugly suckers, like you wouldn't wish on an ape. Down there with all this machinery, they're doing all the labor, they're making sure that the Eloi have enough food and togas...
Tom Mullen: Are you gonna answer me?
Det. Jimmy Shaker: Oh, great deal if you are an Eloi, right? There's only one thing - every once in a while a Morlock comes up to the surface and snatches an Eloi, takes him down there...
Tom Mullen: All right, I'm done driving until you tell me what I want to know!
Det. Jimmy Shaker: The Morlocks, they don't eat grapes... they're cannibals. They eat Eloi. So when I think of The Time Machine, it kind of reminds me of New York City, you know? See, you're an Eloi. You and all your friends walking around like zombies with no fucking idea of the shit going on down below. So... does this make me a Morlock? I don't like to think of myself like- I guess it does. And every once in a while, one of you gets snatched.
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