The Neighbor Page #4

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And then we was gonna

give 'em back.

You gotta know that, boy.

Today,

something went wrong.

We just doing our best

to make it right and move on.

Tonight,

I'm gonna need you

to do everything I tell you,

no matter what happens.

Because tonight,

we are gonna get everything

we need to survive.

And then we ain't

gonna be scared no more.

You go get your brother and go

downstairs and I'll show you, okay?

-Okay.

-I love you, son.

All right, boys, we got

something special tonight.

That little girl's dad is

in real estate development.

He's worth about

five mill.

But the mom,

she's loaded.

I figure her inheritance

is worth about 35.

Which means

little blondie in there

oughta fetch about

high six figures.

Boys, we do this right,

we are set.

Well, hell,

let's just ask for seven.

No, no.

We play by the rules

just enough till they know

we're serious,

but not too much that

they're gonna go call the cops.

All right?

Let's get to work.

-Which one's yours, bud?

-Don't matter, either one.

Well, it kinda

does matter.

I don't want

your f***ing sickness.

Allergies,

a**hole.

All right, Cooper.

Now, listen to me.

When you pick up this hammer,

you pick it up real,

real slow.

It's not about what

you're gonna do with it.

It's what they think

you're gonna do with it.

-Yes, Dad.

-All right.

Let the camera

do the rest of it.

All right,

let's go get her.

Please stop.

Please don't hurt me.

P... please don't...

Please. No.

This is your proof of life.

As you can see,

your daughter

has not been harmed.

Yet...

If you do not do

as you're instructed...

you will never see her

alive again.

Hey.

You did good, boy.

You did real good.

We done?

Don't it look like it?

What about

the other girl?

She ain't worth nothin'.

We're gonna have to

get rid of her.

Why not just ransom

her back to that guy?

She's seen too much, son.

Just ask John.

Hell, he's some

lowlife trafficker.

Can't pay if you don't

need the problems.

Right? We're just

taking out the trash.

Doing the world

a favor.

What we gotta do is keep

our eye on that prize.

Okay?

All right, attaboy.

-God, John.

-It's all right.

You've gotta keep quiet.

There's three now.

-Okay.

-There's three people here.

I saw the other kids

in the rooms.

-I'm going back to our house.

-God.

I'm gonna get the bolt cutters

and I'm gonna get my gun.

-This is gonna get really bad...

-Okay.

-really quickly.

-Yeah.

-I'm not gonna let them hurt you.

-Okay.

-I'm not gonna let them hurt you.

-Yeah.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

Please don't.

Dad, help!

Dad!

Dad!

Help!

Eat that sh*t!

F***er!

Where's the f***ing gun?

F***.

F***.

Hey, where the hell

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