[into phone]
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you're looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money, but what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that will be the end of it - I will not look for you, I will not pursue you... but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you... and I will kill you.
Marko [on the phone]
Good luck.
[Bryan gets a 20% rate from the Albanians who took his daughter]
You've made a very good investment, Gentlemen. See you in a month... [takes a slip of paper out, as if remembering it, and handing it to Marko] Oh... A friend gave this to me. It's Albanian. Would you mind translating it for me?
Marko [Marko takes it and reads, before showing it to his friends, and they all laugh derisively]
"Good luck".
[Bryan, hearing this, recognizes him as the man he spoke to on the phone]
You don't remember me? [Marko looks at him in surprise] We spoke on the phone two days ago. I told you I would find you.
[Marko suddenly remembers his earlier conversation, realizes who Bryan is and tries to attack, but Bryan gets there first and knocks him unconscious]
[Bryan smacks Marko in the face, waking him up; Marko is tied to a metal chair]
Wake up! [holding up two nails] I need you to be focused.
[he violently drives the nails into Marko's thighs; Marko screams in pain, while Bryan connects electric wire clamps to the nails]
Are you focused yet?! [shows a photo of Kim] Where is this girl? Where is she?
[Marko spits in his face; Bryan calmly wipes it with a handkerchief, which he then uses to gag Marko; he goes to the power switch and turns it on, sending electric current through Marko's body for a few moments; Marko screams through the gag, squirming in pain]
You know, we used to outsource this kind of thing. But what we found was that the countries we outsourced to had unreliable power grids - very third world. Sometimes you'd turn on a switch and the power wouldn't come on for hours. Then tempers would get short. People would resort to things like pulling fingernails... acid drops on bare skin... the whole exercise would become counterproductive. But here, the power is stable. Here you get a nice, even flow... here you can throw a switch and the power stays on all day. Where is she?
[Marko spits again; Bryan gags him and shocks him for another few moments]
I don't have any more time to waste, Marko from Tropojë! You either give me what I need or this switch will stay on until they turn the power off for lack of payment on the bill. Where is my daughter?
Marko We don't keep virgins... we sell them. She was virgin... lot of money...
You sold my daughter? You sold her? Huh? To who?
Marko I don't know...
Marko [Not believing him, Bryan shoves the cloth back in Marko's mouth before he shouts out]
Saint-Claire! Saint-Claire...
Saint-Claire, is that a person? A place?
Marko [out of breath]
Person. Patrice Saint-Claire...
Marko I don't know. [Bryan moves towards the light switch] I don't know! Please! I don't know! I DON'T KNOW! NO! PLEASE! Please... not that... please...
Marko [whimpering]
...but it's not gonna save you. [throws the switch and walks out while Marko screams in agony]
