Remember me.
Do whatever you want.
I'm not gonna tell you where he is, piece of shit.
Trust me, you will
tell me where your partner is.
No, no, no, no, no, no. Hey, hey. Silvio.
No, no, please. Please. Please, listen to me.
No. No. No.
No, no!
Please. Please, listen to me.
You motherfucker!
I'll kill you!
It's gonna be tough without fingers.
Please, please.
If I tell you where he is, promise me to stop? Please.
You have no idea how happy that will make me.
Bari, Puglia.
Hey, you okay?
- Karina... - Renee?
Talk to me. What's going on?
I called him. I think I'm gonna use.
No, no, listen to me. You're not gonna use.
You've got this, remember? Where are you?
I'm at Mads' place.
Okay, don't talk to anyone, all right?
I'm on my way.
- Everything's okay. - Okay.
- Renee. - Oh, Karina.
I'm here. I'm here.
It's okay. It's okay.
I'm here now, okay?
Look, take these, okay?
What are they?
- They're prescription. - Okay.
They'll take the edge off.
They work very well for me.
Good.
Yeah, it's been, uh, what?
Eleven months, three weeks, two days,
um, 4 hours and 33 minutes.
Still no Italian.
With all the time you have now you are clean?
We're good, Mads.
We are good but Mrs. Renee made the call.
What do you want, girl?
No, she, uh, she wants to leave. Okay?
I don't know who you think you are talking to.
I came out here to make a sale and I'ma do the shit.
Okay, um. How much you got?
-Like 14? -Give it to me.
Is this a joke?
You are 30 short. Minimum call out's 50.
Look, just take it to Tommy and say
we're very sorry we wasted his time, okay?
It won't happen again.
You didn't hear? I retired Tommy.
Okay, then take it to whoever is running the business, okay?
No one running shit but me.
But if you ain't conferred in cash...
...I can always take it in kind.
-Okay? -Okay.
Uh... here.
Take this.
Why I want that? Worth shit.
No, it's my one month's ring,
and it's worth a lot more than 50 euros to me.
Just take it as I owe you.
-I owe you? -Yeah.
Nah, I don't do it that way.
Look, this ring is what keeps me stable
when I feel weak and I think I'm gonna use.
So I look at this ring,
and I know that the feeling is gonna pass.
So believe me, I'll pay you back for it.
-Plus ten points a day. -Sure.
And you, don't ever me come again.
Sorry...
No, don't be sorry.
You did it.
You're good. You're good.
Shit. One second.
Who's this? Oh, shit. That's my asshole boss.
I-- I'm gonna have to go.
Just call me if you need me again, okay?
Okay. Thank you.
You're good. You got this.
You remember when I hired you?
How many other places you've been to
wouldn't even look at you because you were a junkie?
One more mistake, you're done.
Sorry, Rocco.
I'll see you in the morning.
No, no, I can't. I can't in the morning.
My daughter is arriving, remember?
That's why I'm prepping tonight. I have to be at the airport.
We open at six.
You got plenty of time to grab her and get back.
What's the problem?
Because I wanted to spend the day with her.
See you at six.
There she is. How's my girl?
Your girl is stressed.
I'm only bringing a dozen outfits.
What? You're bringing a dozen outfits for one week's stay?
Wow, sweets.
Well, don't forget: stranger danger.
What do you do if a strange man talks to you?
-You kick him... -Kick him in the nuts.
That's right. Good girl.
Hey, Mom.
You're gonna be there, right?
-To pick me up? -What?
Of course, baby.
Hey, I-- I'm not how I used to be at all.
Um, BA 506, arriving at 05:04 a.m.
No matter what, I'll be there.
I promise you.
Hey!
Stop!
Shit.
Fuck!
Help me in the car.
Get us out of here.
Now!
Where do you want me to go?
-Just fucking drive! -Okay.
Put your seat belt on, turn the lights on,
stick to back streets and nowhere that has CCTV.
We get pulled over, things end very badly for you.
You understand?
Good. Drive.
You need a hospital.
No hospital.
It doesn't look like something a bandaid
is gonna take care of.
Sure, fine.
No hospital.
Uh...
Now that we're away from that situation back there,
can we just pull over and I get out of the car
and we go our separate ways?
Your ability to drive right now
is the only thing keeping you alive.
Empty your pockets.
Karina Anne Sidoroff, Via Petroni 15.
That's not far, right?
Married?
Divorced.
Drinker?
Junkie.
Not anymore.
I work 16 hours a day, seven days a week now.
We need to get off the street.
First, I'm gonna need some supplies.
What's your cell number?
Um, 349-446-7811.
My daughter's idea of a joke.
Make sure the call stays connected the whole time.
- Wear these. - Okay.
Follow my instructions.
-What am I getting? -I'll tell you as you go.
I need some, uh...
I, uh...
Um, I need so--
- Uh... some-- - I need bandages,
gauze, medical alcohol and tape.
Bandages, gauze, medical alcohol and tape.
Yeah, sure.
Go and ask the pharmacist for hypodermic needles
and benzocaine.
I need, uh, hypodermic needles
and some benzo... ben-- benzocaine.
Sorry. May I ask you what it's for?
To numb the cut on your head so you can clean it.
It's to numb the cut on my head.
You should probably go to a hospital.
There's a clinic six blocks away.
Uh...
You're not leaving there without the benzocaine.
If you don't get it, I'll drop her.
I don't have time to go to the clinic. I--
Um, I need to go to work.
You in some kind of trouble?
I-- I'm fine. I just fell down the stairs at work.
Needles and benzocaine, now!
I need some hypodermic
needles and some benzocaine, please!
He's going to shoot us both!
Thank you. I'm sorry.
Lights, seat belt and drive the speed limit.
-Where are we going? -Your place.
Drive.
People actually live here?
The place looks condemned.
Next time you kidnap me, I'll make sure I live in a palace.
Stay close.
Keys.
Water.
Ah!
Karina!
Open up!
Get rid of her, or I will.
Karina!
Mrs. De Luca, what's up?
Someone with you? A companion?
What's all this blood leading to your door?
I-- I cut myself at work.
With what? A machete?
Mrs. De Luca, are we done?
I need to take care of this cut.
We are done.
But come morning, I want all this clean.
Of course. No problem.
Okay, now what?
Now you're gonna get this piece of metal out of me.
I can tell you're a junkie.
Fuck you.
Fuck!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Grab the scissors.
Cut the shirt away from the wound.
You'd probably get one, maybe two stabs in.
Odds are I'd survive long enough to kill you.
Okay. Pry it open.
I need you to look to see if the metal severed the artery.
-I don't think it did. -Okay.
You need to pull the metal out in one swift motion.
I'll count you down.
Three, two--
Fuck!
Alcohol. Alcohol. Aaah!
Gauze. Give me a gauze.
Karina! Karina!
-Fuck. -Get rid of her.
What did I say about noise?
Karina.
Yes?
Open the door.
Open the door, now.
Karina!
Open the door or I call cops.
Think of something quick, or I shoot you both.
I don't have to open the door. I've got privacy rights.
I don't like your companion.
Who the hell are you?
I need new clothes.
My ex left some shit here.
Here.
All right?
Face the wall. Put your hands on your head.
Okay, what now?
Once I'm done, you'll have to change your clothes, too.
You're covered in blood.
No, I mean, you're okay now, right?
You don't need me anymore.
You can just go, and...
I won't say anything, I swear.
Right?
When we met, I had a briefcase.
It was my job to deliver that briefcase to someone.
So, no. You're not going anywhere.
Not until you help me replace what you caused me to lose.
You can turn around now.
Go change.
Go fucking change!
Silvio, please.
Before you say anything, I have this under control.
I just need a little bit more time
and I will get you everything you need. I promise you.
If I had a penny for every time I heard that,
you know what I'd be?
Poor.
'Cause everyone knows when I set a deadline, I keep it.
My son used to ask me, "What's your favorite fairy tale?"
Let me ask you the same question.
It's not a riddle. I'm just asking
what your favorite fairy tale is.
Mine has to be The Boy Who Cried Wolf.
You know the moral of the story?
"Don't lie."
But there's more to it than that.
An entire village sits by, and does nothing
while a boy is mauled to death by a wolf.
Stop and think about what that would've looked like.
This kid is crying, and screaming.
Nothing.
You ever seen someone eaten alive by a wolf?
It takes a long time.
Much longer than you think.
Now, with that in mind,
if the villagers had wanted to teach the kid a lesson,
they could've stopped the wolf
after a few moments, and saved his life.
Lesson learned, right?
But no. They let him get eaten to death.
Why?
Because it's not about teaching a lesson to an individual.
It's about teaching a lesson to an entire village.
Yes. I understand.
You have one hour.
Silvio, I just need a little more time.
Please, can I just speak to--
Fuck! Fuck!
Sit down.
What did you hear?
Enough to know that someone else has your balls in a vice.
Believe me, it's not what you think.
No? What is it, then?
What was in the briefcase?
About 400k worth of heroin.
How does an Interpol agent
wind up with that much heroin?
Are you just a crooked piece of shit?
That hit a nerve, huh?
The man you heard on the phone. His name is Silvio.
It took five years to build a case strong enough
to convict Silvio for life.
But we did it.
When he was locked up, his son took over.
But he eventually got killed by a rival gang.
Apparently Silvio blames me for it.
Says that it's my fault that he wasn't there
to protect his little boy.
The piece of shit got out a month ago.
That's when he came after me.
Tortured and killed my partner to betray me.
And it worked.
You would think he's looking for revenge.
No. He wants the money he lost while he was in jail.
So you're gonna help me get it.
I don't know if I can do this. It's--
I haven't even been clean for a year. Do you understand that?
-You have no choice. -This is too much for me!
Pull yourself together!
You'll do as I say.
Did you see what just happened?
You're going to order a g-pack of H.
He's going to ask for cash up front.
Whatever you do, do not give him--
Don't give him the cash. No shit.
Here.
Don't think about running.
Hey. Can you score me a g-pack of H?
Lot of weight for a princess.
You got it or not?
Sure you can cover it?
Gonna need it up front.
You hear me, bitch?
You'll get the cash when the package arrives.
Nah.
I want it now.
Give me one reason I shouldn't slit your throat
and take that shit right now.
I guess it depends on how much you like your friend.
Listen, guys, I'm buying for someone else.
You do anything stupid, at least one of you is gonna die.
Ten seconds, and I shoot the three of you.
One of you does survive, you'll get a murder warrant.
Or you can do business.
Okay? And you get paid.
And if my client likes your H,
you'll get an order of g-pack a week, every week.
Just think about that.
Cool.
-I'll be here in ten. -Wise decision.
I'll wait for you there.
Don't do anything stupid.
Phone.
There's our runner for the re-up.
Listen. Listen. My daughter is about to land at the airport.
I have to be there for her to pick her up.
-I've already left her-- -You're going nowhere!
Drive!
God, you're such an asshole.
Where the hell did he go?
I don't know.
Uh... wait. What's that?
I don't see shit.
Fuck.
Karina, "Ann" with no "E," Sidorov.
Sierra, India, Delta, Oscar, Romeo, Oscar, Victor.
DOB 74-8-4.
She's gonna show up on the grid.
I need to know when.
Officer, my daughter is at the airport. She's eleven.
She might be in danger.
What's your name, madam?
Karina Ann Sidorov.
Do you have an ID on you?
No! No, he took it. He took everything.
He's a cop. He kidnapped me.
Okay, give us a minute.
Okay. Thank you.
Okay, madam. Airport security is gonna
locate your daughter, and take her to the station, all right?
-Okay, thank you. Thank you. -Okay.
Got good news for me?
ID check: Officer Valentina Rossi.
- Background? - She's a rookie.
Told her to wait for you. I'm sending you her location.
Great.
DI Covek. Interpol.
I'm taking custody of the girl.
Officer? Officer? Are we going to the station?
You-- you told me my daughter is going there. Can we go?
You know what happens to cops who shoot cops, right?
How about you put your gun down?
- Let me go! - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
-Let me go! -Stop it!
You're not going anywhere.
You pull that trigger,
you walk out of here either a cop killer,
a child killer, or both.
Smart move.
I thought police were supposed to help you,
-not kidnap you! -I am not kidnapping you.
I'm literally handcuffed to the door!
Why are you doing this?
It's for your own safety.
I'm not five. I'm 11.
I'm basically an adult.
Mom doesn't have any money.
If you're kidnapping me for ransom,
you're seriously blowing it.
My dad has money. That's what I'd have gone for.
If this is a ransom thing, not my mom.
What are we waiting for?
Please!
Don't worry, two minutes.
I don't understand. I mean, I don't understand.
What--
What's going on?
Why aren't we go-- That--
That's him. That's my car!
If you don't believe me, just run the plates
and see who it's registered to.
I will take you to the station, okay?
How'd he get here?
What is he doing here?
No, no, no. Don't let him in here.
Everything he says is a fucking lie.
I'm gonna need to see your personal ID.
I told you, he's Interpol.
But he's a corrupt piece of shit!
Whoa, whoa.
My badge.
My daughter. My daughter is in the car!
Oh, my God. How did you get her?
-You piece of shit! -Go check. Go check.
- Look! - Go check.
No, no, no.
You shoot me, your partner dies.
You put your gun down...
you both live.
On the floor, now.
Step away.
Both of you.
Hands on the car.
Get out of the car.
Don't try anything again.
I hate you.
-Mom! -I'm here.
I'm here, sweetheart.
I'm here with you.
I'm here.
Get in the car and drive.
No, not until you uncuff her.
Get in the car. Time is not our friend.
I'm not driving anywhere until you uncuff my child.
Get in the car.
Uncuff her.
Now.
Right now!
Drive through the gates.
Why?
What are we doing here?
It's me. Open up.
You haven't got it, have you?
Why are we here if you haven't got what they want?
Just drive.
I don't like your new friend.
He's not my friend.
-'Cause he's an asshole. -Agreed.
Is his name Paulo?
No. Who told you that?
Doesn't matter.
And who's this creep?
I have no idea.
Hit him in his stomach.
Okay, honey, sit up and be quiet for me.
Hey, no! Don't touch her!
Hey, don't touch her!
Let her go, you asshole!
Lucy!
- I'll come get you. - Let me go.
Let her go! Lucy!
Lucy!
No one's gonna hurt you, sweetheart.
No one.
Okay, you can relax.
Oh, there's your friend, Mister Covek.
He likes putting away bad guys.
He makes the world safe...
of people.
See, you just have to ask yourself a question.
How badly you want something I've taken away from you.
Hey. Where is she?
Hey. Get her back.
Get her back now.
What are you doing?
-I can't. -I'm not leaving without her.
The only thing you can do right now
is help me get what we owe.
Or you'll never see her again.
I'm in this just as much as you.
How can you say this to me?
Huh?
They have my daughter.
They have my son!
I had no choice.
My son. My child.
He's in there too.
Silvio was going to kill him.
Shoot him in the head like a dog.
I needed more time.
There was no other way.
Lucy is my collateral.
We've got one hour to get what we owe Silvio,
or our children are dead.
And every second we sit here is a second wasted.
So what's the plan? What do we do now?
I mean, you're Interpol.
Why not call the cops and have him arrested?
Because he has a dozen dirty cops on his payroll.
The street is our only option.
I might know someone,
-but I don't know. -Might?
We haven't got time for might.
We need a way to find volume right now.
How we gonna do this, huh?
Give me the keys.
And uncuff me from the steering wheel.
Now!
Listen, you got us into this shit,
if you want my help,
I can't be cuffed to a fucking steering wheel.
Phone.
Give me my phone, asshole.
Mads, I need some.
I'll meet you in ten. I have your cash.
You better not be wasting my time.
Trust me, I'm not.
Nice place.
What is this shit?
You really think I'm stupid enough to carry anything?
Drugs? Nah.
But I know you're stupid enough to carry a weapon.
Jokes on you, bitch.
My guns, nigga.
Wow. Thank you.
For what?
For being as dumb as you look.
What the hell?
You know what.
Crazy bitch.
So now what?
- I'm good to go. - Mm-mm.
Now, you're gonna take us to your stash house.
What? Hell no.
Shit.
-Car, now. -Out.
Place is secured. They have real guns.
Not cop guns.
-Cameras? -Nah, just one out front.
Don't record on nothing.
It's just so you can see who's there.
How many people?
Usually four or five.
But I've seen as many as 10, 12, maybe more.
My father told me,
before you take a single breath of air,
you get three choices.
Three of the most important choices you will ever make.
And by no fault of your own, two are already made for you.
The first...
and that choice God left to you is who you marry.
A rich man, poor man, or drunk.
Of course, unless you are in one of those arranged marriages.
Then tough luck. Better luck next time.
Maybe that's why some of those folks believe in reincarnation.
The second choice is decided for you.
He picks where you were born.
Imagine you were born in the Sahara desert.
You had to walk like, 40 miles to get a sip of water, huh?
You had no choice in the matter.
That sounds like it's unfair.
Well, maybe life is unfair sometimes.
And so the world spins.
And sure as God invented choices,
He chose for me to have a son.
And a daughter.
Sometimes in life, you win.
But most of the world loses.
I won.
Maybe you will win.
My gun will be pointing at you.
You two were meant for each other.
Door.
Stay down until I say shoot.
Now.
Come.
I've got three bullets left.
Third one, you cover me.
Let's find the cash.
Go, go, go!
Stop.
Fuck.
I'm not after you.
Just want what's in the bag.
Back up or I shoot.
Lower your gun. Throw us the bag.
No. No chance.
Um, we're slowly going to lower our guns, okay?
What?
Just do it. Let me talk.
- We're just going to talk. - Fuck you.
I just wanna see you and your boyfriend here
-drive the fuck away. -Oh, hell no.
This guy is not my boyfriend.
This asshole, he got my daughter taken,
and I'm just trying to get her back before they--
Listen.
What you have in that bag can save my daughter's life.
My daughter's life is in your hands.
I toss you the bag, I walk.
You have my word.
Grab the bag.
Let's go.
How much time do we have left?
Oh, shit.
Check the bag.
What have we got?
About 100 grand.
And a handful of ancient blow.
Oh, shit.
Okay, well,
what if we give him what we've got, and, uh,
we'll just... ask him for more time to get the rest?
We're already on borrowed time.
I've let Lucy down her entire life,
and I promised her I'd never let her down again.
We are walking into a war zone.
We can still do this.
We can.
I hope.
It's in a sports bag. In the trunk.
The girl.
I had to deal with the lady before.
She's also in there.
Oh!
Get down.
Are you ready for this?
Ready to get the kids.
I've got a fucking situation.
There's a guy on your far left.
I'm gonna cause a distraction,
and you're gonna take him out on my cue.
Go.
Are you hit?
I don't think so.
Trust me, you're not.
There's a guy behind the metal.
I need you to run directly at him.
What-- You want me to go straight at that guy?
Yeah, why-- why don't I just shoot myself
and save him the bullet?
He's not gonna see you coming.
You have to trust me, because I know.
Oh, trust you?
This is the guy who kidnapped my child.
Look, I wish I didn't drag you and Lucy into this,
but I was desperate.
All right.
But if I die,
just remember,
it's on you.
Go!
Oof!
Shh! Shh!
There.
Lucy.
- Ah! - Mom!
Help us!
Dad!
Follow me.
He still has the kids.
Drop your weapons and come out.
Or with God as my witness,
they will both die right here, right now.
If they die, you die.
You hear me, motherfucker?
Or you set them free.
-We'll let you walk. -I have people on their way.
So you'll have no leverage.
Help us!
No, please!
No!
Mom!
Ah!
- Honey? - Mom!
You okay?
I love you.
I love you, just remember.
I remember.
Ah!
No!
No! No!
Dad!
-Are you ready? -Well, yeah.
Let's do this.
Sure as God invented choices,
he chose for me to have a son.
And a daughter.
Sometimes in life, you win.
But most of the time, you lose.
Maybe you will win.