The Escape Page #3

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that won't cost us 4,000 dollars.

How?

We jump on a truck,

and it takes us straight into Europe.

You must be crazy.

You want us to jump onto a truck?

Do you think Rikke will help us?

Yes.

You saved her life.

Do you think everyone in Europe

has blonde hair?

Yes, like Paris Hilton.

She's from America.

- She's beautiful.

Look at the cars.

They slow down,

where the road starts climbing.

Have you lost your mind? They're

going at least 50 miles an hour.

Do we have a choice?

We could go to a brothel

and sell our bodies.

It pays 200 dollars a trick.

We'd only have to do it 20 times.

You kind of want to, right?

- I've seen the looks you send me.

You'd do it for free.

Wait for a truck.

That one.

Ready?

Now!

What the hell?

Read it.

What do you mean?

- What part of 'read it' didn't you get?

You're the only one

who hasn't read it.

You want me to interview her?

- Sunday a week from now. Full page.

Do people never get tired ofher?

- Nope.

I think you should shoot the pictures

at her boat.

Yes, of course she also has a boat.

- Cheer up!

Look at me, please.

Thank you.

I'm all done.

...I found a rock in my cell -

and then I hit the guard on the head.

I sneaked out -

and ran like hell.

Anything else you want to ask me?

No, not really.

- Okay.

Congratulations on your book.

- Thank you.

Well, I never heard of anyone

escaping the Taliban on their own.

See you.

- Yes. Bye.

- Push.

- Will he come if I push it?

Will he come if I push it?

Maybe something exciting happens.

- Maybe something exciting happens

One, two, three...

- One, two, three...

What were you doing

in the girls' section?

Looks like a big Viking

once f***ed your mother.

Huh?

She went out the window!

Over there.

Get the dog!

Get the f***ing dog!

Rikke speaking.

Hello?

It's Thomas.

I miss you.

Where are you?

I'm at...

...an office party.

You're drunk.

Go home to your house in the suburbs.

Right?

- Yes.

Thank you.

Why are you doing this?

I can't help myself.

You can't have it all.

I think I'm doing alright.

Would you leave your wife for me?

Don't ask me stuff like that.

- I want to know what this is to you.

I love the scent of you.

I love your smile and your kiss.

And I love...

I love that you know what you want!

But, do you love me?

I love that you're

so f***ing stubborn.

Let it ring.

Come here.

Rikke, don't answer it...

- Hello, Rikke speaking.

Why is he in Denmark?

- I don't know.

Why is he calling you?

- I don't know, damn it.

It's not very clever to meet

with a terrorist who tortured you.

He's extremely dangerous.

You'll just have to trust me.

Okay?

Rikke...

Would you mind telling me

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