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Help! Help! Help!

Come on, What's...

What's the number?
What's the number?

Fuck!

Where is it?

- 911, please hold.
- No! Wait! Wait!

Yes, 911.

Hello, i'm buried.

You have to help me.
You have to help me, I can't breathe...

Sir...

I'm buried in a coffin. Please
help me! Send someone to find me...

- Sir... slow down. What is your name?
- Paul. Paul Conroy

Okay, Mister Conroy. Can you tell
me your location?

I don't know. I'm in a coffin.
I don't know where.

Please help me.
I'm scared.

- You're in a coffin?
- Yes.

It's, like, one of those old,
wooden ones.

- Are you at a funeral home?
- No. I don't know. No.

- How are calling me right now?
- What?

If you're buried in a coffin, where
are you calling from?

A cell phone. There was an old
cell phone in the coffin.

- You're calling from your cell phone?
- Yes, yes, yes...

No. It's not mine, but yes,
I'm calling from a cell phone.

There was a cell phone in the
coffin when you climbed in?

Yes... Wath?
I didn't climb in.

- How did you end up in the coffin, sir?
- I was put here.

- In the coffin?
- Yes. Please, help.

And you're saying
the coffin is buried?

Yes. I'm a truck driver, an
American.

It's... it's hot in
here and I can't breathe.

Do you know your location, sir?

I... I told you.
Somewhere in Iraq.

- Please, help me!
- Iraq?

Yes. I'm a truck driver, an
American. I work for CRT.

- Are you a soldier, sir?
- No. Please, you have to listen to me.

I'm a truck driver. An American.
I'm a civilian contractor working in Iraq.

We were attacked
in Baqubah, they shot...

They shot them.
All of them.

- They shot who, sir?
- All of the other drivers.

And you're saying this happened in
Iraq? The country?

Yeah! Please
Listen to me, okay?

Listen, they gave me a safety
number, and it in my wallet...

And I don't know were it is now.

Mister Conroy, this is 911
emergency in Youngstown, Ohio.

- Ohio?
- Yes, sir.

I'm not sure exactly how
you called here...

if you're in
another country...

But if you'd like...

I can patch you through to the
Sheriff's Department.

No... you don't underst...
Forget it.

Pick up, pick up, please.

Thanks for calling the Conroy's.

We're not home right now.

Please leave a message at the beep.
Thanks.

Yeah, Linda!
Linda, honey, it's me.

I need you to contact the National
Guard right away... Or the Pentagon.

Tell them we were attacked in the
Diyala Provence, in Baqubah.

They need to find me, okay?

Please, baby.
Help them find me.

Hi, this is Linda.
Please leave a message.

Thanks and have a great day.

Linda, Linda! I need you
to call me right away, okay?

Call me at this number.
This is an absolute emergency.

Call me at the number that comes up
on your screen, right away.

Okay? I don't know what
the hell is going on...

I'm buried in a
box...

I'm buried in a
box...

I can't breathe in here.

Call me right away.
Please, baby.

What city and state, please?

Um... I don't know.
The F.B.I. wherever they are.

Do you have a specific city you'd
like to be connected to?

Anywhere, any city.
Just connect me to the F.B.I.

Sir, I have F.B.I. field offices
listed in Boston...

- Chicago, New York, Philadelphia, New Have...
- It doesn't matter.

Any city, Anywhere!
just connect me, please!

I'm sorry, sir,
but I'm not allowed to do that.

- Chicago, fine! Chicago, okay?
- There's no need to be rude, sir.

Please hold for your number.

The number you requested,
312-421-6700...

...can be connected for an additional
charge of twenty-five cents...

by pressing the number one.

Chicago field office.
Special Agent Harris.

- Is this the F.B.I.?
- Yes it is, sir.

I'm calling from Iraq. I'm buried
in the desert somewhere.

- I need you to help me...
- Whoa, whoa, sir. Slow down.

- When were you in Iraq?
- Now. I'm there now.

I'm a truck driver for CRT.
I've been here for nine months.

- May I have your name please, sir?
- Paul Conroy.

Paul Conroy.

Okay, Paul,
explain to me what's going on.

Me and a convoy of other drivers...

Were delivering some kitchen
supplies to a community center.

Some kids started
throwing rocks at the trucks.

Then an IED went off up ahead and
blew up one of the other trucks.

And these guys came out
from behind the houses...

with guns and started shooting everyone...
right there on the street.

Were you shot at?

I don't know!

I don't know. I was way in the
back of the convoy.

I guess I got hit in the head with
one of the rocks and blacked out.

That's the last thing I remember.

And I woke up here,
tied up in a coffin.

- Who put you there?
- I guess whoever ambushed us.

- A bunch of kids?
- No, no, no.

The kids threw the rocks at us.

but then some Iraqi guys... maybe
insurgents, I don't fucking know...

They just popped out and started
shooting everybody right there on the street.

I thought you said they didn't
shoot at you.

They didn't, I don't know!
But they shot them!

Sir, you're going to have
to stop shouting...

I'm shouting because
you're not listening to me!

I need you to help me!

Okay, okay, okay!

Can you trace my call?
GPS or something?

Why is it that they
didn't shoot you?

I don't know, I have no idea.
They didn't, that's all I know.

What's your social
security number?

Why? Why?
Who cares?

I'm buried in the
middle of the fucking desert!

Who cares what my social
security number is?!

I'm an American citizen.
Just send someone to find me, please!

- Do you know where you're... lo... if... dy..
- Hold on! I can't hear you.

What did you...
Hold on!

No, no, no, just...

Shit!

Thank you for calling Crestin,
Roland and Thomas.

How may I
direct your call?

Somebody, I need to talk to someone
right away. It's an emergency.

Who is this, please?

It's Paul Conroy.

I'm a driver for you
guys. I'm calling from Iraq.

My convoy was attacked.

Sir, if this is a crisis situation.

you need to contact the Safety
Number your were provided.

I know, I know, but I don't have it anymore.
The people took it.

Who took it, sir?

The Iraqis, I think.
I blacked out.

I'm going to put you through to
Alan Davenport.

Davenport? Who's that?

Director of Personnel.
Please hold.

Personnel?
No, no, wait, wait...

At CRT, we work with our clients...

to provide effective and
sustainable solutions...

to the challenges they face in our
fast-growing, global economy.

As the premiere...

You've reached Alan Davenport.

Personnel director at Crestin,
Roland and Thomas.

Please leave your
name and number at the tone.

And I will return your call
as soon as possible.

This is Paul Conroy, I'm from
Hastings, Michigan.

I'm a driver for CRT,
my convoy was ambushed...

by terrorists or
insurgents. I don't know.

I don't know who it was.

I'm stuck, buried in a coffin.
Please send help. I'm begging you.

I think I'm in Baqubah
in the Diyala Provence.

Please send help right away.
I can't breathe in here.

I can't breathe.
I don't know who else to call.

Please send help...

Fuck!
Fuck!

Fuck!
Fuck!

Fuck!
Fuck!

Hello?
Is anybody there?

Hello?

Hello?

Breathe no breathe, American? Ah?
Breathe no breathe?

Hold on? I don't know what
you're saying. Who is this?

American can breathe
no breathe?

No, I can't breathe.
Please get me out of here.

- Get out?
- Yes, get me out. please help.

Soldier.

No, no I'm not a soldier.

I'm a truck driver.
Just a contractor.

- Contractor?
- Yeah. A contractor. Not a soldier.

- Blackwater?
No, not for Blackwater.

I'm not a security contractor.
I'm just a truck driver. That's all.

- You are American.
- Yeah.

Then you are soldier.

No, I'm not.

I'm here unarmed.
But, you still shot at us.

In head and in throat,
so you tell no more lies.

I'm not lying!
We were all drivers.

Drive what?

Trucks. The trucks you see
driving around with the supplies?

That's me, that's us, that's all.
not soldier. Truck driver.

- Five million money.
- What?

Five million money tonight nine
PM or you stay. Buried like dog.

- Five million dollars? From who?
- Your family.

My family doesn't have five million
dollars. If they did, I wouldn't be here.

From Embassy.

I don't know, yeah, yeah...

If you let me out of here,
they'll pay you the money. Yeah!

Nine PM, five million money.

what's her number?

What city and listing, please?

Hastings, Michigan.
I'm looking for Donna Mitchell.

I have two Donna Mitchells, sir.

One on Federal Road and one on
Ardmore Avenue.

Ardmore Avenue...
No. Shit, I don't know.

- Just give me that one.
- Ardmore Avenue?

- Yes, Ardmore Avenue.
- Please hold for your number.

The number you requested,
2-6-9-1-4-8-1-9-9-8

can automatically be dialed...

Come on!

Where is everybody?

Hello?
Donna, it's Paul.

Hey, how's it going?

I need to talk to Linda.
She's not answering her phone.

- I've been taken hostage by...
- Fooled you

I'm not really home.

But if you leave a message, I'll
get back to you as soon as I get in.

Bye-bye.

Donna, I need to talk to Linda.

It's an absolute emergency.
Have her call me.

Use star sixty-nine and have her call me
to this number I'm calling from...

- Paul?
- Donna!

- What do you want?
- I need to talk to Linda.

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

- I didn't talk to her all day...
- Are you near a computer or something?

- Yeah. Why?
- Okay.

I need you to Look up a number for me,
the State Department.

I was just heading out to the
supermarket.

- I really don't have time...
- Donna, please, just get me the number.

- Is everything alright?
- No! Everything is not alright!

So, please, just look up the
number.

- Don't fucking yell at me, Paul.
- I'm not yelling! Donna.

Yes you are.

Just get me the fucking number!
Just get me the fucking number!

Stupid fucking cunt!

Fuck you bich!
Fuck you, fuck you!

- What?
- Donna, I'm very sorry I yelled.

I shouldn't have done that.

But, I'm only going to ask you once
more to get me this number.

If you don't, I'm going to die.

What?

Please, I don't have time
to explain... the number.

Hold on.

Okay...

- State Department.
- Yeah.

- It's 202...
- 202...

- 134...
- 134...

4750.

- 4750?
- Yeah.

Okay, fuck you!

- United States Department of State.
- I'm an American citizen...

working in Iraq.
I've been taken hostage.

I need to speak to
someone right away.

- Where are you calling from, sir?
- From Iraq.

I'm a truck driver for CRT,
Crestin, Roland and Thomas.

We were attacked and now
I'm being held for ransom.

- Are the kidnappers with you?
- No. I'm buried somewhere.

- You're buried?
- Yeah, in a coffin.

A wooden box.
It's an old coffin, I think.

Did you try contacting
the military out there?

I was given a number to call,
a safety number.

But the people took it.

- The people holding you hostage?
- Yeah, yeah!

- Hold on. Let me connect you...
- No. Don't put me on hold... No!

- Rebecca Browning.
- Hello?

Yes, hello. I was just
informed of your situation.

Yeah, my situation.

I'm running out of time and you
people keep putting me on hold.

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry. Just help me.

I just have a few questions for
you, Mister Conroy.

You've got to be kidding me.

It's important that
I get this information.

- It will make a rescue attempt...
- Wait, wait, wait...

- How did you know my name?
- I'm sorry?

I never gave you my name. I don't think
I gave it to the other guy, either.

What the hell is going
on right now?

We received a call from a
representative at CRT.

- You left him a message?
- Yeah...

- He contacted us right away.
- Well, since you know what the hell...

is going on, what have you done to
get me out of here?

There's little we can
do from Washington.

So, that's it? I'm just supposed to rot in
here because there's little you can do?

- No.
- Then what?

I need to know where you were when
your convoy was ambushed.

In Baqubah.
In the Diyala Provence.

Okay. And has contact been made
with the kidnappers?

Yes. The guy told me that he wants five
million dollars by nine o'clock tonight.

Or else...?

Or else he'll bring me to Sea World.
What do you think, lady?

We'll do everything we can.

- So you'll pay them?
- No. That we can't do.

Wait... What?

It's the policy of the United
States government...

- That's bullshit... come on!
- to not negotiate with terrorists.

you're sitting in an air
conditioned office somewhere.

It's easy for you to say...
You're not the one stuck in a coffin...

- buried in the God damn desert!
- I understand your frustration...

Frustration? Lady, I'm going to
fucking die in here. Understand that!

- Hello?
- I'm here.

Well, then say something. Tell me
how you're going to get me out of here.

What's the number on
the phone you're calling from?

I don't know.
Did it come up on your end?

No. It's listed as unavailable.

- Can you remember a number?
- Yeah... No!

- I have a pencil.
- Okay, write this down.

Just a second... Go ahead.

- 410.
- Yeah.

- 195.
- Yeah.

- 5453.
- 5453.

- Who's that?
- Dan Brenner.

He's the commander of a Hostage
Working Group over in Iraq.

Hostage Working Group?

We formed it in 2003 to deal with
situations such as yours.

Situations.
I love how you keep calling it that.

- Did you write down the number?
- Yeah.

Good. Hold on, I'll connect you
with him now. He should be expecting you.

- What about the news? I'm going to call them.
- No. Do not contact the news.

I repeat, do not
contact the news.

It will only complicate things further
and threaten your chances of rescue.

You don't go looking for something
if you don't know it's missing.

We are running
out of time, Paul.

That's why you need to contact Dan
Brenner right away.

Fine.

I'm transferring you now.

- Brenner.
- Dan Brenner?

- Is this Paul Conroy?
- Yes, yes it's me.

Paul, I was informed
of what's going on.

I want you to know that we're already
working on trying to get you out of there.

Oh, thank you, God.

I was told that we have until 9pm.
Is that right?

- That's what he said.
- Alright.

That doesn't give us a
whole lot of time.

And just so I have this right,
the kidnappers buried you in the ground?

Yeah, in an old, wooden coffin.

Okay. My guess is that since
you're able to get a cell signal...

you're no more than a few feet
underground.

I don't know. Maybe.

What about battery life?
How much does the phone have left?

Less than half.

Okay. You have to conserve
that battery.

Our best bet of finding
you is by tracking your cell signal.

- Is the ringer set on a sound or vibrate?
- Vibrate.

Press and hold down the asterisk
key to change it to a ring tone.

- It will use less power.
- What about my Zippo?

- You have a lighter?
- Yeah.

- Use it to look around for markings, a logo...
- Won't it use up oxygen?

- Don't worry about that now. Try to find...
- It's really dark in here without it.

I understand, Paul.

Try to find anything in there that might
indicate where that coffin was made.

- You guys have to hurry.
- We're working as fast as we can, Paul.

- Do you know if there were any other survivors?
- From your convoy?

- Yeah.
- That's still unclear at this point.

I just wanted to do right by my
family. That's all.

I didn't know it was going to be
like this over here.

I don't think any of us did.

It's him. He's calling.

- The kidnapper?
- Yeah. What do I do?

- You know his number?
- Yeah.

- Give it to me.
- What about the call?

- Give me the number first.
- He's going to hang up.

- Take the call... Just take the call.
- But... OK

Hello.

Two hour, four minute.

- You have to give me more time.
- You talk to embassy? They give money?

Yes. No. I talked to... someone. Government.
They said that they won't pay the money.

No pay?

No. They said that they don't
negotiate with terrorists.

- Terrorists? I am terrorist?
- Yes. You are terrorist, you son of a bitch.

- You are terrified, so I am terrorist?
- What did I ever do to you?

- Ever do?
- Yeah.

I'm here because it's a job,
to make money. That's it.

I have job until you come.
Now, my family have nothing.

That's not my fault!

Nine, one, one was not my fault,
but still you are here!

Saddam was not my fault,
but still you are here!

I told you, I'm only here to work.
To help rebuild.

Rebuild what you destroyed.

Stop! Just please, stop!
I'm just a guy.

I'm just a truck driver.
Okay?

I'm nobody that makes decisions about
anything. I just want to go home.

Hello?

You make video, ransom video.

Yeah. If you let me go,
I'll make the video.

No. You make video now.

- What...? How?
- You use video on phone.

Near foot. You read note
near foot in box.

- Where? I don't see...
- Near foot. Read note inside box.

Okay, okay...
If I make it, will you let me go?

Only if we get money.

Nobody's going to pay five million
dollars for me.

We take less.
One million money.

If they pay it, will you let me go?

One million money.

Thanks for calling the Conroy's.

We're not home right now. Please
leave a message at the beep. Thanks.

Shit.

Paul?

- Here's his number...
- Hold on. Alright, go ahead.

Okay. Alright...

It's 07902-24-921.

Okay.
This is huge, Paul.

Unless they're using
a cloned line...

we should be able to find where
this is coming from in minutes.

- What about me? Can you track my cell signal?
- We're having a lot of trouble with yours.

Seems to be an EDS line, probably
through one of the Egyptian carriers.

- What does that mean?
- That... it's not going to be easy.

- He wants me to make a ransom video.
- No. Hold off for as long as you can.

If it's going to get me out of
here, I'm making it.

The last thing we want is for this
to end up all over Al Jazeera.

- We? - This can't turn into an
international incident.

That's all you people care about!
Don't you care about me?

- We do.
- What about me?

We do, Paul, We do.
That's why we're here...

No you don't!
You don't care about me.

You don't
care about any of us.

I've had eight friends killed
out here, six of them today.

Listen to me...

We don't have any
guns, any armor. Nothing.

You're not soldiers.

Tell that to the people who
put me in this box!

- Paul, listen. - Tell that to the
people who shot my friends!

- We're doing the best we can.
- No, you're not. No!

Okay, calm down.

All you care about is your
secret plans and your back room politics.

If I were some diplomat or a hostage
working group leader...

or whatever your fack title is,
I'd be out of here by now.

But I'm not, so I'm just supposed
to keep my mouth shut and die.

- I need you to stay focused, Paul.
- Fuck you.

Paul, listen to me, finding you is
our primary concern. Bottom line.

And we're searching just as hard as
we would be for a four-star general...

So don't literally waste
your breath suggesting otherwise.

Are you injured, Paul?
Are you okay?

Who are they?
The people who put me here?

They're just that, people.
No different from you and me.

- I'm no terrorist.
- Neither are they.

How do you know that?

If you were homeless,
starving...

Actually, I take that back.
If your family was homeless and starving...

- What would you do for them?
- I wouldn't kill someone.

- How can you be sure?
- What difference does it make?

They're criminals,
desperate ones at that.

They don't care about
anything other than getting the money.

So pay them, just pay them.

Trust me, if it was an option, I
would do that in a heartbeat.

How many others
have there been?

- Since I got here?
- Yeah.

Several. Journalists, contractors, soldiers...
hundreds have been taken.

It's one of the only
functioning businesses out here.

How many have you rescued?

- How many?
- Not many.

- Tell me their names.
- No.

- Give me a name.
- Who?

Any of them. Make me know they
really do matter to you.

- Mark White.
- Who was Mark White?

A kid from New Hampshire.
Twenty-six years old. Med student.

Came over here to help
out local doctors.

- What happened to him?
- Insurgents grabbed him.

- When?
- About three weeks ago.

You remember his name.

I remember all their names.

- Did he...? Is he...?
- Yes. Yes, he's alive.

- Where is he now?
- Home.

Probably happy to
be back at school.

I want to get out of here.

We found him,
we'll find you, too.

How?

We already have a solid lead on the
number you gave us.

- You do?
- A unit's on it's way over there now.

- That feel's good.
- Yeah.

What should I do
in the meantime?

I know it's hard,
but try to relax.

The more worked up you are, the
more air you're going to use.

I can't help it.

I have anxiety.
I take pills for it.

Do you have them with you?

- Yeah.
- Good, take them.

You need to preserve
your oxygen level any way you can.

- Is your Zippo still lit.
- No. Not anymore.

- Good.
- I feel nauseous.

You have to calm down.
And you need to save that battery.

We're expecting some intel in about
ten minutes. Call me back then.

- Just hang in there, Paul.
- Yeah. I'm trying.

- What?
- Did you make video?

- No.
- You make video!

- Let me out and I'll make it.
- No! You make video now. In box.

- I can't read the paper.
- Make video now!

I don't know what you want me to say.
I can't read the paper.

You make video now.

Fuck!

Come on, Come on.

Come on, Come on.
Come on, Come on.

Mountain View Nursing Home.

I was hoping I could speak with
Maryanne Conroy, please.

Um... okay. Ah... let me bring the
cordless phone to her room.

Hold on a moment, please.

Misses Conroy,
you have a telephone call.

- Hello?
- Mom... it's Paul.

- Who?
- It's Paul. Your son.

- My son?
- It's okay, Mom.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

- Who are you?
- It's your son, Mom. It's Paulie.

- Paulie?
- Yeah.

Remember? We lived over on
Colfax Street, in the duplex. Remember?

- Paulie?
- Yeah.

- That's right.
- Is this Paulie?

It is, Mom. It's Paulie.

- How's everything at the home?
- Very nice.

Your father and I have
been playing gin rummy every night.

Yeah... I don't think Pop's there
with you, Mom.

- How are you doing, sweetie?
- Not very good.

- This may be the last time I talk to you.
- That's nice, honey.

Did you get the flowers I sent a
few months ago?

- Flowers?
- Yeah.

I sent... never mind.

Look,
I... I'm going to go now.

I just wanted to talk to you,
I love you, Mom.

I love you, Mom.
Did you hear me?

Yes, dear. Your father and I have
been playing gin rummy every night.

Okay, Mom.
Tell Pop I said hi.

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

- Video make?
- Let her go. Please. Please don't hurt her.

We shoot her if you no make video.

No! No, please no shoot.
No shoot her.

- You get money. American million.
- I will, I promise.

- Just don't shoot her. She's a mother, she's
got two kids. - Two kids?

- Yes. She has two kids.
- I have five. Now only one. You make video. Now!

- Wait... I can't read the paper.
- No wait! I give three seconds.

- Three... Two...
- Okay!

Okay, I'll make the video.
Just, please, don't shoot.

I need to hang up to make the
video. Okay? Is that okay?

You have three minute
to send video.

My name is Paul Conroy. I'm an
American citizen from Hastings, Michigan.

I'm a civilian truck
driver for Crestin, Roland and Thomas.

I've been taken hostage
somewhere in Iraq...

I need one million dollars by nine
o'clock tonight, Baghdad time.

or else I'll be left to die in
this coffin I'm buried in.

I've been told that
if the money is paid...

I've been told that
if the money is paid I will be let go.

If it's not,
I will be left to die in here.

These threats are real and
will be followed through on.

Oh, my...

I got you!

I got you.

Hi, this is Linda. Please leave a
message. Thanks and have a great day.

Linda, the number for the
phone. I got it.

It's 07902-42-884.

You have to use the
international calling code, baby.

Call me as soon as you get this.
I love you...

Oh shit.

Shit.

My name is Pamela Lutti.

I'm a food service worker at F.O.B. Anaconda,
employed by Crestin, Roland and Thomas.

My captor's requests for ransom
have gone unanswered, and -

Please... no!

Please... no!

Thanks for calling the Conroy's.

We're not home right now.
Please leave a message at the beep. Thanks.

- Why the hell did you make that video?
- It's all a bunch of lies.

- What is? What are you talking about?
- All of it.

All of what?

Nobody gives a shit about any of
us. We're nothing to you people.

- We're going to find you.
- Fuck off. You babysitting me!

You just gonna
stay with until I die.

You can't start breaking on me now,
Paul. You have to stay strong.

They shot her...
and you didn't do anything.

We didn't even know she's
been taken hostage.

- She sent three videos.
- That's what they told her to say.

- Why?
- I don't know.

What do you know?

That your ransom video already has
47,000 hits on YouTube.

And all the major networks are playing it,
including Al Jazeera.

So, now your captors have
no choice but to follow through.

I found out the number
to this phone.

- How?
- Who cares?

I figured that out, and
you didn't. Why?

Because I didn't.

Just like you and every other
person on this planet...

there are some things I
know and some things I don't.

Then how are you going
to get me out of here?

Their signal was cloned, like we figured.
But, we're close. Really close.

I'm near a Mosque. I could hear
the call to prayer over the P.A.

Good. That means that
we're in the right area.

You're nearby?

I spoke with soldiers from the
third ID who were escorting your convoy.

- They're alive?
- Not all of them.

Both Bradley
tanks were hit with IEDs.

The rest got caught
in small arms fire.

What the hell happened
out there, Paul?

Paul.

Paul?

Fuck!

Hello? Hello? Who's there?

- Is this Paul Conroy?
- Yes. Yes, this is Paul. Who are you?

Paul, my name's Alan Davenport.

I'm the personnel director here at
Crestin, Roland and Thomas.

I left you a message.

You did. I also heard from Rebecca
Browning over at the State Department.

- Are you able to speak
on the status of your situation? - It's worse.

There was an explosion or something.
there's sand is coming through.

I only have a
half an hour before -

Okay, okay. Slow down.
You should try to stay calm.

Tell me something, Paul,
who have you spoken to?

The hostage takers, Dan Brenner
from the hostage working group...

Okay, Paul. I'm with you.
How about the media.

I know your ransom video leaked...

- But have you spoken...
- No.

- Directly to anyone about what's going on?
- No, no, no.

That's good.
It needs to stay that way.

It's important that we keep
this situation as contained as possible.

Three inches to five...
I think it's pretty contained.

Help me! Help me! What are you
doing right now to help me?!

I know you're upset.

And, from what I've been told,
steps are being taken to get you out of there.

So, hopefully it won't be
much longer.

Thank God.

I'm going to switch on a recorder
right now. Just a second...

This is Alan Davenport, Personnel Director for
Crestin, Roland and Thomas, Incorporated.

The date is
October 23, 2006.

I am speaking
with Paul Conroy.

Mister Conroy, are you aware that
I'm recording this conversation?

What...?

- Please answer the question.
- Shit.

- Mister Conroy?
- Yeah, yeah!

- And do I have your permission to do so?
- Why do you need my permission? What is about?

- I need you to answer yes or no, please.
- Yes. Yes! Alright?

Thank you. Now, Mister Conroy,
when were you hired by CRT?

About nine months ago. Around
January. What is all this?

I have your official date of hire
as January 4th. Is that correct?

Who cares?
This is fucking crazy...

- January 4th. Is that correct?
- Yes!

And during your initial training,
before being sent to Iraq...

Were you made aware of the dangers inherent
to the position for which you were hired.

You mean when I came
down there to Dallas.

and you guys said that all of the trucks would
be armored and have bulletproof glass?

You mean when you told us that
things were safer than ever over here?

Is that when I was made aware?

I need you to answer yes or no,
please. - Yes.

During that time, did you also receive and
sign an employment contract with CRT...

which thoroughly explained company policy
to protect your specific terms of employment?

Yeah, I signed a bunch of things.

- Yes or no.
- Yes. I signed the contract. Yes!

It's our understanding that you
were taken hostage in Iraq two hours ago.

Is that also correct?

Yes. I think it's a fair assessment
of the situation, you fucking dick!

What is the point of all this?

Our legal department requires that
we obtain a sworn affidavit from employees...

confirming that they understand the reasons
for their forced separation from the company.

As of this morning, your employment
with CRT was officially terminated.

Wait, wait, wait... what?

It was brought to our attention
that you were engaging in relations...

with a fellow CRT employee,
Pamela Lutti.

No. Wait...

Stipulated in your contract was a fraternization
clause, in which it was stated quite clearly

that any relationship, be it romantic or
sexual in nature

deemed inappropriate
by CRT senior officials

- is grounds for immediate termination.
- We... we were just friends.

- Our records indicate differently.
- You records are wrongs.

We're also legally required to
inform you that...

because you were
technically no longer under

the employ of CRT at
the time of your abduction...

we cannot be held accountable
for any injury that may befall upon you...

after your official
date and time of termination.

Therefore, in your case, that
includes this incident

or any consequences
that may result from it.

What about my insurance money? My
family will need that money...

Given that you were alive up until
the time of your termination...

Don't do this.

- Do you understand everything...
- Don't do this!

Do you understand everything
you've been told, Mister Conroy?

Mister Conroy?

You're piece of shit!

That concludes our interview
with Paul Conroy.

I am now turning off
the recorder.

You put me here.

I'm sorry.

Fuck!

- Paul, is that you?
- They're dead.

- How do you know that?
- I just do.

Three F-16s levelled parts of the
city a few minutes ago.

Yeah! I know.
I felt it was for me.

Did they know
I was here?

Yeah.

Did they care?

These people that took me...
if they're dead...

they can't tell you
where I am.

We can still try to track
down your signal.

- You tried that already.
- We can try again.

- It's over, isn't it?
- No.

Yeah.

What should I do?

I don't know.

- You heard?
- What is?

Know.

I wish this could have gone
differently, Paul.

Yeah... me too.

Me too.

My name is Paul Steven Conroy.

Social Security number 048-32-1198.
date of birth 3/20/76.

This video will
serve as my last will and testament.

To my wife, Linda Conroy...

I leave the seven hundred
dollars in my personal savings.

And whatever
I have left in my annuity.

To my son, Shane Conroy...

I don't have...

My clothes... I leave you my clothes.
Which you will grow into.

Not this ones.

It's all I have...

I wish I had more... for you.

Maybe if I was a famous baseball
player, or a guy who wore a suit to work...

I would have more to leave you.

But, you can be one of those
people if you want.

Yeah.

Just promise me that when you get older,
you'll take good care of your mom.

And... I don't know...

That you'll always try
to do the right thing.

I love you very much, Shane.

Maybe I never said that
enough...

Maybe I did,
I don't even know.

That probably means I didn't.

I'm sorry, Linda.
I should have listened to you.

You're not dead.

Hello? Hello?!

- Where is money?
- I don't know.

- What don't know?
- I don't know where it is.

- Liar!
- I'm not lying! I swear.

- Swear?
- I swear. I'm telling the truth.

- From Embassy
- I can't!

- You get money now!
- I can't!

- You will!
- I need more time. Please.

No more time!

There's sand pouring in here.
It's everywhere. Let me out of here.

- I will get you the money.
- You show blood.

- What?
- You show blood, they give money.

- You cut finger, send video.
- I'm not doing that.

- No?
- No.

That's right, no.

You let me out of here, and I'll cut
off my whole God damn hand if you want.

You have wife?

Yes, I do. And a son. A young son.
I want to see them. Please, sir.

- Sir? - Yes. Sir. I say that
out of respect... to you.

243 East Walnut Street.
Hastings, Michigan. U.S.A.

- That's my... why did you say that?
- You show blood... or they show blood.

No.

That's... you're lying.
You can't get to them.

- No?
- No.

No. You're peasants,
you're fucking criminals, that's all.

You don't even know
where Michigan is.

Detroit. Ann Arbor.

You looked at a map.
You looked at a map.

You show blood, or they show blood.

Send video by five minutes.

Hi, this is Linda. Please leave a
message. Thanks and have a great day.

Linda, listen to me, you and Shane
have to go somewhere... Okay?

Do not go back to the house.
Do not go back to the house.

...he knows where you live.
He stole my license.

Go to the Sheriff's station if you
have to, just don't go home.

This is Daniel Brenner. Please
leave a message at the tone.

Brenner, where are you?!
The guy is still alive!

He just called me!
He's still alive!

They can't find them.
They... can't. There's no way.

No, no, no, no,

My name is Pamela Lutti.

I'm a food service worker at F.O.B. Anaconda,
employed by Crestin, Roland and Thomas.

My captor's requests for ransom
have gone unanswered, and...

Please... no!

Paul.
Are you okay?

- Yeah?
- Paul, it's Brenner.

- Are you there, Paul?
- I'm... here.

We're coming for you now. You hear
me? We know where you are.

- You're coming?
- We are, Paul. We're almost there now.

How do you know?

Coalition forces picked up a Shiite
insurgent just outside of Baghdad.

Said he knew where an
American was buried alive.

He agreed to show us
where if we let him go.

- You're coming for me?
- We're practically there already.

- You have to hurry.
- We are, Paul.

The sand...

Just hang in there for
three more minutes.

This will all be over
soon, I promise.

- Okay. I believe you.
- Three minutes. Try to...

- Hang in there for three more minutes.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- This will all be over soon, I promise.

I have to go!
Call me right back.

Call me right back. Please!

- Linda? Linda!
- Paul? Paul is that you?

- Tell me it's you.
- It's me, sweetie.

Oh my God, Paul! What are they doing to you?
Please tell me you're okay.

I just saw the news...

That's okay. It's all okay.
They're getting me out.

- They are?
- It's gonna be okay.

- Oh thank God. Oh dear God.
- They are on their way.

- It's all going to be okay.
- I was so afraid I was going to lose you.

I love you so much.
I love you so, so much.

I love you so much. I'm sorry.
I should have listened to you.

Sweetie, I don't care. I just want
you home. Please come home to me.

I will.

- Swear it.
- I swear. I swear I will.

- I love you. I love you so much.
- I know.

- They're here!
- Okay.

I have to go.

- Call me right away.
- I will...

- I love you.
- I love you.

- Swear it again.
- I swear. I have to go.

Come home to me.

Move! Move! Let's go.

Paul? Paul?

Corporal, get your men over here!

You have to hurry.
It's almost full.

Just hang in there!

- I can't... Are you close?
- We're almost there.

I can't hear you! Where are you?

Please open it.
Please open it.

Hurry! Hurry!

Hurry, please!
Hurry!

Hurry!

Oh, God!

Oh my God!

- I'm so sorry, Paul.
- What?!

- What?!
- It's Mark White.

He brought us to Mark White.

I'm sorry, Paul. I'm so sorry.

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