Please, please let me out. I'm scared.
Cut the shit. You're really good at pretending to be a little girl. Quick question, who's inside the cage right now?
Thank you. [Does a curtsy] I've had a few centuries of experience.
Tell us how to get out of here, and we'll let you go.
No.
Hey, what's gonna happen to me?! Am I gonna turn into a vampire?!
Maybe.
Oh, my God! She said "maybe"!
Listen little lady, or ma'am, whatever. We're very sorry, okay? We didn't know who you were. We thought you were a regular 12-year old-girl.
You were gonna beat me and torture me when you thought I was just a regular 12-year old-girl.
Yeah, well... like I say, we're very sorry. We would never have taken you if we knew who your father was.
You did work for him, didn't you? [All crew look at Frank in dismay] Haven't you wondered why I brought you here?
You brought us here?
Jesus Christ. There was never any money. I planned all of this. Lambert works for me.
What are you talking about?
Don't you know, Jessie?
What did you just call me?
Jessica Hurney. You started your career siphoning money from your affluent parents' bank accounts. Hedge funds came next, then private offshore accounts, and eventually much bigger fish. One in particular.
I can give it back.
Terrence Lacroix. Muscle for the Montreal Broussard family. Did it bore you snapping necks for pay? Enduring endless taunts from your colleagues about your stunted intellect? Is that why you stole from your whole crew who just happened to be a tiny subsidiary of our whole empire? How long did the money last, you weak, disloyal inebriate? [Peter looks guilty] Former Detective Adam Barrett. You thought you could infiltrate our New York arm under deep cover. But you liked the life a little too much, didn't you? The power you had when you were free of rules and regulations. It became an addiction. How empty did you feel when you finally arrested our three lieutenants you'd worked so hard to get close to? And how empty did you feel after I ripped up their bodies in the hotel penthouse because of you? You changed your name, you left town, and you never saw your family again. But it wasn't for their safety, was it, Detective Barrett? Finally, we have the tragic Ana Lucia Cruz. Former army medic drummed out of service for shooting up Uncle Sam's morphine.
I was injured in the field.
You tried to take care of your son, before abandoning him to his ****up of a father
Shut up.
You became an underground doctor for some very shady people. But one day, you were just too high to do your job, and instead of removing a bullet, you nicked an artery, and someone very important to my father's business bled out. But you and Detective Barrett have something in common. You never went back for your son.
Shut the **** up! And what do you tell yourself, huh? That you want to be your daddy's little errand girl? No, he did lose interest in you. That wasn't a lie. How many of your father's enemies you're gonna have to kill until he loves you again?
If this is about revenge, why didn't you just kill us? Why'd you bring us here?
Because it isn't. This is just a game to her.
Bullshit. She was screaming at the house and Dad triggered the alarm.
That wasn't even her father. That wasn't Lazaar. And for what, because you're **** bored?! For your **** entertainment?!
What can I say? I like playing with my food. You're the same as all the other meat sacks I've brought here over the years. Nothing different about any of you. Nothing special. Just something to help me pass the time.
Quick question. Who's inside a cage right now?
If you let me out, I'll let two of you live.
Oh. Which two? [Jessica slaps him] What?!
It's a surprise.
**** this. Let's just kill her now.
You tried that, Frank. If you would like to open this door and try again, please do. My offer just expired. Now I'll only let one of you live, whoever lets me out. [Ana and Terrence both draw pistols at each other]
She's **** lying, you moron. You touch that door, you're as dead as the rest of us.
Maybe it's worth a try.
We have her Peter. That's why we did this, so we can trade her for our lives.
That will never happen. Joey was right. No matter how many of you I kill, my father doesn't love me, and he's not gonna trade me for anything. So go on, Peter, let me out. Go on.
Peter, if you touch that door, I will shoot you.
I'm sorry, guys. [Reaches for latch with Ana shooting him in the torso] Ah! [Repeatedly] You shot me!
I barely grazed you. Now give me your gun so I can patch you up.
You're sure crazy.
I prefer "impatient". Frank, help me out. Sammy, watch her.
**** that shit. Hm-mm.
Sammy.
I'm not staying down here... with that. **** that shit, Joey.
I got this. [Ana, Terrence and Jessica walk away]
