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You barely looked at him.

How do you know he's security?

It's right here.

"L.P.W." Liberty Plaza West.

- Wait a second. Why does that sound so familiar?

- Oh, sh*t.

- What?

- Sh*t.

"Police are investigating the disappearance

of William Coles Jr...

"of Coles Consolidated Equities, and the

company's financial adviser, Richard McCain.

"While both men's cars were found

in the parking structure...

"of their downtown corporate

headquarters Monday morning...

"neither have been seen by family or

coworkers since early Sunday morning.

Police suspect the men

have been abducted."

Not seen since Sunday morning,

and this is the Tuesday morning paper.

- Right.

- So we've been here at least two days.

Coles and McCain.

- That could be any one of us, right?

- What else? Keep readin' it.

"Witnesses report hearing gunshots

in the area around midnight Sunday."

- Anything else?

- He's got a wife. That's about it.

Oh. How are we gonna

figure this out?

I got you pegged as Richard.

You seem like a Dick to me.

That must make you the kidnapper,

'cause a tycoon could afford a pair of nuts.

- Yeah?

- What?

- Two names, right? Two guys.

- Two.

Well, obviously, something

went haywire down here.

Okay, there was a struggle.

McCain and Coles got loose from the back.

Okay?

Makes sense, right?

So either they were recaptured,

which makes the three of us kidnappers-

- Or one of us is Coles and one is McCain.

- Exactly.

- And the other guy?

- Doesn't matter. We gotta work

together till we get out.

- He's right.

- And then we go our separate ways.

- They're probably comin' back now.

You thought of that?

- Stop jumpin' to conclusions.

They get their money.

They come back. We're fine.

You're assuming they're gonna get money!

You're assuming somebody's gonna pay!

Maybe nobody's gonna pay!

F*** me, we're dead!

- What is wrong with you? Huh?

- You're wrong.

They got blood

on their hands.

Whoever Coles is, whoever McCain is,

they're dead men unless we get out of here.

God!

The bars are the way to go.

They're all rusted out.

You're just gonna keep breakin' them.

You're never gonna get through that.

All of a sudden you remember

you're an architect, huh?

- Just-

- Hey, hey!

Go ahead.

Girls, stop fighting.

Could we get some water here?

Shut up!

Come on.

A man's been shot!

If you want, you can untie me.

I'll do it myself.

Deaf or stupid?

Eat me, hemlock.

All right.

Let's give it a go.

We're gonna use the shovel

and just-

We're gonna pry it.

Get some leverage on it.

No matter who anybody is here

or how tough you think you are...

you'll always be the p*ssy that's tied up

to an office chair.

All right?

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