The Betrayed

This is officer 11653.

Officer 11653, Philly P.D.,

reporting motor vehicle accident.

It's a late-model sedan

traveling southbound.

Location?

Approximately six miles

off the Cranston back roads.

Closest mile marker is 115.

Looks like the vehicle

was hit hard from the rear.

On the approach I see severe

back-end damage on the left-hand side.

No second vehicle, possible hit and run.

How many injured?

Checking for victims now.

Awaiting response,

officer 11653, awaiting response.

How many injured?

There's nobody here.

Your ribs are bruised.

You've been here for quite a few hours,

unconscious for most of them.

Where am I?

Where's my son?

Relax.

I just need to know one thing from you.

Where were you meeting

your husband on Wednesday?

What?

Don't...

Jamie, don't.

Someone help me!

No one can hear you

with the noise out there.

Even if someone could,

they're probably working for me.

We've reinforced the glass,

it's unbreakable.

We've removed your shoes and most of

your jewelry for your own protection.

Your finger was too swollen

to remove your wedding ring.

Jamie, I know you're in pain.

We've given you morphine for your ribs.

In a moment, you won't feel a thing.

Who are you?

If you really don't know,

it'll be safer if I don't tell you.

Where were you meeting

your husband on Wednesday?

Do you remember the shower?

Where were you meeting

Kevin on Wednesday?

Airport.

Someone hit us.

You noticed we were following you.

You tried to lose us.

Did you have a flight number?

No.

Where's Michael?

Where's my son?

I'm sorry, Jamie.

I can't tell you without a flight number.

He's alive?

He's diabetic. He needs insulin.

We'll speak in the morning.

- Wait.

- You can barely move.

You're in no shape to talk.

If you cooperate tomorrow,

I'll tell you where Michael is.

- What are you doing?

Nice wedding ring.

- Do I know the lucky guy?

No.

Don't mess around.

Or the dog food will be

the least of your worries.

If you get thirsty, there's a leak

in the pipes behind you.

You help my boss tomorrow,

you'll get more than the pictures.

I don't think she was in on it.

She seems too fragile.

If she doesn't know anything,

she can still help us...

...but those tapes are the last resort.

We're questioning Taylor's partner.

We'll break him soon.

We have two weeks

before the Swiss arrive.

Plenty of time.

Falco, our bases are covered.

Did you get the pictures of Michael?

Yes.

We're giving him insulin.

His blood sugar level is stable.

How do I know he's alive?

Jamie, if you answer my questions,

I promise...

...you and Michael will get out of here.

I want to see my son.

After you talk.

Now.

You could be on your way home

in 10 minutes.

All I want to know is

where you and Michael...

...were flying to meet Kevin on Wednesday.

I told you, we weren't.

What are you doing?

Why were you driving to the airport?

To pick up Kevin,

he was coming in from Detroit.

Please stop. I'll say whatever you want.

You really have no idea

why we brought you here, do you?

I told you I didn't.

What do you want with my husband?

Jamie, this is going to be

hard for you to believe.

If you want to get out of here,

you better listen.

Your husband owes us money.

This is about a ransom?

We don't have any money.

Why do you think

I was driving a ten-year-old car?

Kevin is not who you think.

He never went to Detroit.

What are you talking about?

He works for us.

Look, I don't know who you are,

but you got the wrong guy.

I've been married to Kevin for six years.

We own a restaurant.

We just took out a third mortgage

to pay the bills.

I keep the books.

I see everything.

You made a mistake.

You must know that's possible.

Kevin Taylor.

Born December 1st, 1973.

Parents, Vera and Arthur.

Home address,

Owns the shitty

Italian restaurant on Main.

Gave his diabetic son, Michael,

a dog for his fifth birthday.

Fucks his wife, Jamie, twice a week.

Does that sound like your husband?

Two days ago, a major product transaction

took place at Kevin's restaurant.

- What product?

- Heroin.

Collected over nine months

for sale to a high-end buyer.

The deal was structured by my boss.

It involved the cash

from three other syndicates.

Each outfit sent their man to the deal.

Kevin was ours.

We found the others

with the backs of their heads blown off...

...in Kevin's wine cellar.

The buyer's account was emptied.

Now, we know that Kevin

transferred that money to...

...some temporary reserve somewhere.

We know he had a partner

in one of the other syndicates.

We managed to grab that partner

before he fled to the drop.

Now, he can't leave the country until he

finds a way to move that money untraced.

- How much do you think he took?

- 40 million.

I need that account, Jamie.

Are you married?

No.

If you were, how would you feel

if some sick f*** took your wife and child?

I'll see you in a day.

Mom!

Mommy!

Where are you?

Thank you.

Wait.

I need some...

...clean clothes.

You had an accident.

You were hurting me, I couldn't help it.

We'll run the shower for you,

I'll have some clean clothes put in.

Mom!

So, you're Taylor's old lady.

I'll be back when you're done.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Get out of here.

Are you done?

- Yes.

Get dressed.

I don't want you to have

a problem with him.

Mommy!

Where are you?

Where are you?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes