Take Down Page #3

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The kid was... he was fine.

You're all here for the same reason.

You're screwed up.

But.. there's hope.

Somewhere in your D.N.A.

is an instinct to survive

and your time here is all about

unearthing that instinct.

Uncovering who you really are

and helping you forge real connections

to the world around you and each other.

You will learn to respect yourselves

and each other.

You will learn to take responsibility

for your own actions.

We're giving you the opportunity to reset.

To start again.

And if you don't keep up,

you will be left behind.

Now. Since this is the last kitchen-cooked

meal that you're gonna have for a week,

eat up.

As long as we continue

to support our emerging artists,

institutions like this

blossom and expand...

Excuse me, Mr. Hartmann.

Joe Franz, "Metro News Journal".

Who let you in?

Northern Core is about to become Hartmann

Global Holdings. That's a big story.

Excuse me just a minute.

I'm curious.

How does a small-time hack like yourself

come across such privileged information?

I have my sources.

And right now they're telling me

the future C.E.O. of Hartmann

Global Holdings just bribed a judge,

to keep his son out of jail.

Careful. There might be no truth to that.

Your share prices go to hell

even on a rumor like that.

Maybe even the entire merger,

if people start digging.

I heard talk that if this thing

falls down, you fall, too.

You may have managed to find

one of my secrets, Mr. Franz...

but rest assured, you do this,

and I'll make it my life's mission

to find all of yours.

I have dozens of litigation lawyers

and private investigators

just waiting to take your pathetic life

and crush it beyond all recognition.

Now run along.

We've analized your finance proposal...

Sorry, Bobby...

It's a pass from Westcom.

You won't get far.

It's a nice morning for escape,

Mr. Hartmann.

It's not a swim I'd try, though.

My name's Croft. Head of security.

This island is 60 miles

from the nearest landfall.

The north Atlantic's a far cry

from Sag Harbor.

I got my own money.

I could pay you to get me out of here.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I think I'll politely decline that offer.

Now, you get yourself back to bed, son,

and I have no reason

to tell anyone about this.

We'll stage from here, then use

an inflatable to make the landing,

- and climb from there.

- Gonna run into any weather?

Well, shipping forecast shows

an Atlantic swell in 72 hours.

We'll be halfway to Norway by then.

Who else we got?

Couple of ex-marines I worked with,

after you got sent down.

Good men. Work hard.

They've got seven pro guards up there.

It's a bit of work in the dark,

but nothing we can't handle.

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