Security Page #4

Bring her down, over.

Hey, hey, hey,

hold on, hold on, hold on.

She was scared when she got here.

She said someone was after her.

And Daddies are not

always the good guy.

Excuse me!

Is there a problem?

No, no! We're just... erm...

What is her name, Sir?

Her name's Jamie.

Just open the door.

Why was she running away

in the middle of the night?

We fought!

She ran off!

That's her!

Is she OK?

There were some kind of scrapes on

her arm but she's fine. She's fine.

She must have come through the woods.

Our house is over there.

When is her birthday?

16 April 2004.

- Color of her eyes?

- Dude, give it a rest. - Brown.

Does she have braces?

Sir?

No, she doesn't.

- No.

- What's wrong with you, man? Come on!

He's new.

Your Dad.

- Nooooo!

- Whoa!

Kids.

Go! Go get her!

Get her!

What the hell is that?

I don't know.

Jesus Christ!

That's 1.25 million.

In unmarked, untraceable,

American currency.

Hey, hey, hey!

You wipe the camera memory,

you say it was the storm.

You never saw me, the

girl was never here.

What you doing with her?

Nothing good, Vance.

- I can't do that.

- And why not?

Because she's just a little...

Because it's not right.

Which is the less right, Vance?

One pain-in-the-ass girl out of

your hair and you getting rich?

Or every last one of

you dying horribly...?

Nobody getting rich?

Oh, f*** me!

And when I say horribly,

my dear Lord...

do I mean horribly.

Back away, Vance.

You step away from this doors,

your answer's no, got it?

Are you in charge here or are you not?

He said no, so step away. Come on.

Let me break it down for

you, you're five mall cops

armed with tasers and

zip ties, you have no

cell signal or outside line in

case you haven't noticed...

And whatever regular nightly police

patrol you have, simply isn't coming.

You can't keep us out,

you can't keep her alive.

What's it gonna be?

What's it gonna be, Vance?

- Vance? Vance!

- Shut up!

I'm in charge.

They're not gonna let us live.

I'm not gonna tell you again!

They can't!

Just think about it!

All right, then.

Hey! What you doing...?

The real man in charge.

You should've let him take the blame...

For getting every man, woman and

child in this building killed.

Your country thanks

you for your service.

What?

She's in the mall.

Call of the search.

You get everybody off the road,

What are we doing?

The are two hills overlooking

the in-coming routes.

There and there.

I want shooters on both.

Not backward, in-bred mouth-breeders.

Men you can trust.

I want a perimeter

around the parking lot.

All radios on the secure

band and no talking

unless it's into a walkie and

absolutely f***ing imperative.

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