Gone Doggy Gone Page #4

Laila! Laila! We love you,

Laila! Laila!

Oh, my God.

Her D'Ugg

We're losing light.

Awwwww

Get it!

Hello. Yes, it is.

No... I don't want my phone line

over broadband.

Hang up!

Six months? No commitment?

I don't care! The kidnapper

might be trying to call us!

I have your dog.

Oh, Jesus.

If you want to get your dog back

do not contact the police, or

she will die.

Do not contact the FBI...

or she will die. Do not contact

Cesar Milan, or she will die.

Do not think you can outsmart

me. I have a degree.

Place thirty thousand dollars...

in unmarked bills in a duffle

bag.

The drop off will be tomorrow

night, 10 pm at the quarry.

Laila.

Do not be late, or she will die.

There's a quarry in LA?

I'm calling the police.

Are you crazy? He'll kill her.

What do we do?

If you hadn't found Jill on

Greg's list...

this never would have happened.

She babysat her for a year. It

coulda happened to anybody!

But it didn't. It happened with

her and you hired her!

You don't know how that makes me

feel.

You don't know how I feel.

What?! I'm the one in pain here.

This sucks.

I'm the one in real pain.

It places the lotion in the

basket.

No! The lotion goes

in the basket!

You spoiled, f***ing B*tch.

I can't believe you

made me drive...

all the way to Silverlake to

return a shoe.

What's Jill going to do with one

shoe?

Hey there she is.

With Laila.

Abby and Eliott What the Fu...

Hey, guys!

Where is she?

Oh, my shoe!

We know you kidnapped Laila!

Owwww!! Ohhh Goddd,

owwwww!!

Where did she go?!

She locked the door!

Ohhh, no, no, no wait.

Wait, we have your money. We

have your money!

I'm gonna to kill you! Jill!!!

Oh! Watch out! Watch out! Outta

the way!

Outta the way! Laila!

Lailaaaaaaa!!!!

Here's your f***ing shoe!

Oh, my God. You think you know

somebody.

You don't think she made her go

in this?

How much money?

Thirty grand.

Thirty G's? Hell no!

No money, no way, no how.

You don't negotiate with

terrorists.

Just look for clues

or something.

This is all just junk!

Ugh. Check on this. Check that

out. Put that somewhere.

I can't do anything with that!

Just f***ing taxes from two

thousand an...

You guys better come

look at this.

Oh, my God.

We gotta catch that b*tch and

take her down.

Where do you think she went?

No idea.

- Wait a minute. Gimme your phone.

- Gimme your phone.

I think I can track her.

How?

I'm gonna drop a pin in her ass.

We're doing the right thing,

right Littles?

I mean, you were suffocating in

those clothes and...

oh that stroller! God. You

must've felt like an idiot.

If you wanna go back, bark three

times in a row, okay?

I'm listening.

Good.

I agree with you. Whew.

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