Five Fingers

- I'll miss you.

- Yeah?

Of course.

I wish I could go with.

It's okay.

- Peek-a-boo.

- Peek-a-boo.

Hey.

Ernst!

- Gavin?

- Yeah, in the flesh, mate.

Nice to finally meet you.

You all set then? Ready to go?

-Ja.

- It's over here.

Gavin, I want to thank you

for looking after Martijn while he's away.

No trouble.

I'm just a glorified tour guide, really.

Yeah, but he couldn't do it without you.

Oh, his food programme?

I'm a bit clueless about that, I'm afraid.

It's for the malnourished kids

in the Rif Mountains.

The Rif Mountains, right.

Get him in, get him out, that's my bit.

Gavin, can you give me a second?

- Oh, yeah, okay. Bye-bye.

- Bye.

- I'm really gonna miss you.

- I'm gonna miss you, too.

It's a shame Saadia's not coming with us,

isn't it?

Ja, she can't leave the country

at the moment,

but hopefully she'll get her passport

in time for my next trip.

I didn't know

there was such a famine in Morocco.

They're malnourished, not starving.

So you really do go for all this

"save the children" bollocks, then?

Of course. What did you think?

I don't know.

Might've been for Saadia's benefit,

mightn't it?

Hello.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

You know, when I leave home,

my missus won't even stand on the porch,

let alone the observation deck at Heathrow.

- You're married?

- Why do you think I do all this travelling?

Come on.

You all right?

Rif Mountains. I'll check this bus.

He's got it, okay?

Hey! Hey!

What's going on? What's all the fuss?

Get your f***ing hands off me!

Marhaba.

Mr Fikri, please.

There is no Mr Fikri here.

Hassan Fikri?

I'm trying to reach Hassan Fikri.

There is no Hassan Fikri here.

Martijn, is that you?

Martijn! Martijn, it's me!

It's me, Gavin.

- Gavin?

- Yeah.

What happened?

Last thing I remember was on the bus.

Hey, when did they come onboard?

- Who?

- The blokes who jumped us.

I don't know.

Yeah, well, don't worry, mate.

I'm right behind you.

I've got your back, you've got mine. Right?

Where are we?

I'm wearing a blindfold, for f***'s sake.

Yes, but on the bus,

did you recognise anything?

Oh. I was getting a bit of kip, actually.

But why did they take us?

Maybe they thought we were Americans.

Why would they think that?

Maybe they heard us speaking English.

But I'm from Holland.

They don't know the difference.

So that's why they took us?

Yeah, you and me, both.

Maybe we should ask them.

- What's that?

- I don't know.

Hello?

- Is somebody else here?

- Hello?

Hello?

- Is someone else here?

- Hello?

Hello!

Just relax, will you?

They'll let us go as soon as they realise

they've made a mistake.

It is a mistake, right, Gavin?

These things usually get sorted

in the first 24 hours.

- This has happened to you before?

- Sure it has.

- Really?

- Well, not quite like this.

Then like what?

You know, seminars.

- Seminars?

- Security seminars.

You know, with the experts.

So you've never actually been held hostage?

No. But the company I used to work for,

they had ops in lots of dodgy places.

So they made us role-play this type of thing.

When you were here before,

what were you busy with?

Business.

Yes, but what kind of business?

I worked for a chemical company.

Oh, sh*t!

Here, those gits

made a lot of dosh off the deal.

Which gits?

Those Moroccan geezers.

F*** me, if I can't even remember

their bloody names.

It looks like they remember yours.

Easy with the blame game, all right?

All right, mate?

Just how many villages

did your company rape and pillage?

You just shut the f*** up.

We did not rape anyone.

They were all proper business transactions.

Then why, Gavin, would they kidnap us?

For the publicity.

- Publicity?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you'll see.

Pretty soon they'll be parading us

in front of the cameras

trying to get us to make speeches

denouncing the West,

or some sort of bollocks.

But I'll tell you, mate,

I'm not gonna say a bloody word.

No, I'm not gonna give them

the satisfaction.

Maybe we should try and talk with them

or something like that.

No, f*** them! Goddamn savages.

- They're not savages.

- Sure they are.

Stupid wankers.

Listen, you've got to drop all this

PC bullshit and steel yourself, mate.

- F*** them! Treat them like animals.

- They're not animals.

The thing is don't let them

f*** with you psychologically.

As soon as you realise that they don't

really have the guts to kill you, it's easy.

Well, yeah, they'll threaten us,

they'll act like they want to kill us,

but really they want to keep us alive.

Really, it's just a bluff

because we're worth nothing to them dead.

Gavin, what if these guys

don't want a ransom?

- What else could they want?

- I don't know.

Sh*t! Someone's there.

He's been watching us this whole time.

Hello?

Sir, you have the wrong guys.

Yeah, we're not American.

- I didn't even vote for Tony Blair!

- And I'm Dutch.

So you could just let us go

and we'll forget the whole thing.

We haven't even seen your faces!

Hello?

Hello? Hello!

Whatever it is you want from us,

you can forget about it, you understand?

You have made a massive mistake.

I don't think yelling at them

is such a good idea.

F*** them!

They wouldn't dare kill us,

not if they want sympathy.

What if they don't want sympathy?

What else could they want?

It's a publicity stunt, isn't it?

For Christ sakes.

Our photos are plastered all over

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