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My little girl.
Understand, sweetheart? He's very, very weak, like a little baby.
Doctor's waiting.
- Tell him. - Tell him what?
What a disgrace!
You scared me. What are you doing here?
I'm not doing that great myself. There's a lot of cops out there.
I'm telling you, they're looking for two guys and a little girl. Here.
shouldn't have any problems.
Be just great if you shut up. Lets go.
But, I try to look at the bright side, Lucas.
Hey. What's going on here?
Hey, what do you think you're doing?
That pervert!
Not only are they going to arrest us, they're going to laugh themselves silly.
having to baby-sit...
How are you, pal?
- You need authorization from juvenile court... - Look,
A friend who disappeared five years ago.
You lie here, or I'll get him.
I want you to wait right here? You understand? Don't budge.
The grenade!
We're on our way. Well, so much for that reunion, huh?
Come on, Mr Lucas, give us a story!
Now that you're a free man, Mr. Lucas, what will you do?
First, the guys off the roof!
Mr. Lucas here to see the Perry girl. Okay.
All right. He's on his way.
Hello? Anybody home?
Listen, I need some paper goods for a friend of mine.
Well, we're probably a little early. He told us to come by about five.
We'll have lots of fun, the three of us.
- Asshole! Why would she die? - I'm scared.
- Present employer? - I'm between jobs.
This guy doesn't fit Lucas' MO. Doesn't make sense.
Tell us what you want. We're listening.
What is this hostage shit?
- My wig! - Oh no! You major asshole!
Christ, the only reason I robbed that God damned bank, because I needed the money.
Ya this is K-914 responding from 173 Barrows Road.
Got it. Thanks. Thanks a million.
Please God, let her be okay. Just let her be okay.
- What? - 50,000. Special price for friends.
- There's a cop watching her. - What? - Your kid.
Watch your step.
You gotta help me.
Why do people take hostages? For protection, right?
Your money's back at the vet. You got nothing to live on. Be smart.
But not with that face. You're too ugly. You look like shit.
Listen, I'll bring you a cake tomorrow. Would you like that?
She refuses to talk and she refuses to eat.
- Maybe we should order a pizza. - You do and it'll be delivered by the FBI.
- The grenade! - Nobody move or I'll shoot!
Now, do not worry. It'll grow back.
Stop!