Very, very exciting, Jack. Some close calls, huh? But you've done all right for yourself.

What do you want?

I want money, Jack. I wish, uh, that I had some loftier purpose but, um, I'm afraid in the end it's just the money, Jack. I would like, uh, large non-sequential bills, in two clear plastic bags, unmarked. Can you remember all that?

What are you telling me for?

Because I want you to help me to get it before it gets too late. I hate negotiators, Jack. They talk to you like they're you're best friend, and they don't even know you. Why are they messing with me, huh? Do they think I'm doing this for fun?

Aren't you?

Oh, that's unfair, Jack. You don't know how I feel about this. You don't even know me.

I know you want a shitload of money you didn't earn.

Oh, I earned it. I spent my life earning it. I got a medal too, Jack. A medal and a pink slip and a "sorry about your hand".

You have to let me off.

Oh, no! That's not good.

You want me to help you? I need to talk to these people face-to-face. They think you're bullshit.

They don't think that.

Look, you want the money, I don't want anyone else to die. Let me get on the ground. Just me. That's not against the rules.

All right, I want you back real fast.

Fine.

Jack, nothing tricky now. You know that I'm on top of you. Do not attempt to grow a brain!