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for just a minute?

Please.

At least turn around.

Please.

I'll put a bullet through your head,

a**hole.

Give me those keys,

or I'll mow you down.

- Give it to me.

- The f***ing keys. Now.

He'll be back soon. Don't!

I'll shoot your f***ing balls, if you don't...

- Don't. Wait.

Wait. Don't.

It's me.

- Rico.

- Lautje, I wanted...

- You?

- Point that thing down.

- It's a plan. Everything will be fine.

- A plan?

- What the f***! Are you insane?

- Please point it down, before it fires.

- Uncuff me. You and your f***ing plan.

- I will.

But listen, your dad's going to pay up.

Lots of money.

- You always said you hated him.

- What the hell are you talking about?

He never gives you anything.

He thinks the way you live sucks.

You said yourself

that he doesn't give a sh*t about you.

This is it, Laura.

This is the way to get money off him.

We talked about it, but didn't know how.

This is it.

- You f***ing kidnapped me, moron!

- For us.

I did it for us. All that money

will be ours. Don't you get it?

- This is the solution to everything.

- Solution?

Dragging me off the street.

A bag over my head.

A f***ing ball in my mouth.

Tying me up.

Cutting my clothes off my ass

while some moron is watching.

You made me pee in a bottle!

Who's the other guy?

Do I know him too?

No. Victor isn't important.

He doesn't know.

- Doesn't know what?

- About us. I met him in jail.

He thinks I picked you at random,

but that's what's so smart about it.

He thinks it's his plan,

therefore it will work.

- I want to get out of here, Rico. Now!

- Why don't you get it?

Vic thinks he's the mastermind in charge,

but we are.

You and me will have the money

and go to some tropical beach.

I have plane tickets.

A copy of your passport is in

my jacket lining. He won't find it.

You abducted me

for us to get my dad's money?

Yes.

Without even asking me?

I thought I'd f***ing die here!

- Know how that feels?

- Sorry.

Sorry, I had no choice.

It had to look real for Vic.

Look real?

You can't pretend to be scared.

He'll know.

Vic's smart. He's treacherous.

He'd know right away.

It would all have been for nothing.

Get it?

- You told me you loved me.

- I do love you.

So much.

It's the only reason why I did this.

But I wasn't able to tell you beforehand.

As soon as this was over

I would have told you everything.

So what would you have told me?

'Sorry I chained you to a bed

like some S&M whore.'

'And that I ogled your p*ssy

with some retard.'

We'll be rich.

Very rich.

How rich?

Four million.

He's going to pay four million for you.

- My dad? Four million for me? He won't.

- He will.

That video of you was terrific.

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