Thursday, 9 January 2025

Free Never Lasts.







Mrs. Getty, they're ready for you now.

Of course, we expect Ms. Getty
will be seeking a generous
financial settlement, as is typical
in high-profile divorce cases.
And there's the custody of the children.

The father is a drug addict
who cannot tie his own shoes.
You would leave the boy alone in Morocco with a rich degenerate?

The court will take a close interest
in her fitness as a mother.

Ms. Harris suffers from a common affliction among the intelligent women, which is fall in love with imbrog/ioni.

Losers.
Bums.

Aside from this, she's 
An Excellent Mother.
You know this as well as I do.

You are simply stalling, using the children as a bargaining chip.

We have all the time in the world.

A Deal.

I'm sorry, did you say something?

The offer I'm about to make
expires at the end

-of business today.
-Gail, please.

-What is your offer, Ms. Harris?
-Nothing.

You pay nothing.

No alimony, no settlement,

no community property, nothing.

I don't want any money for myself,
just child support for the kids.

I don't get it.

And I want my son on a plane
back from Morocco to me,

tonight, and full custody.

-What‘s your game?
-I don't want your money.

Everybody wants my money.

You want your money, I want Paul.

We can both have what we want.

I sense I'm being taken.

l... I just don't know how.

Can't help yourself.

You didn't get where you are

without a healthy regard
for the value of a dollar.

You know a bargain when you see one.

You know how to seize the initiative
when your opponent is at his weakest.

What I‘m offering you
is the greatest bargain you'll ever get.

But free never lasts.

6:00. Come.


Hey, look at me!

-Get off! Off me!
-Paolo, look at me!

-No matter what happens, look at me!
-Get off!

Look at me!

Okay. New breath.

Look at me! Paolo, okay, okay.

Good boy. Strong boy. Bravo.

Okay.

It's okay. Paolo.

My eyes. Look at my eyes.

It's okay, it's okay. Soon, it's over.

My eyes. My eyes.

Look at me. It's okay.

Almost over.

That's him.

No, no. The evidence.

He's alive.

We would like to publish it,

Ms. Getty.

The photograph of the ear.

It's news,

and we are a newspaper.

It's my son's ear.

It's his.

It's ours.

And that's why we want
to offer some compensation.

I don't want to sell you
pictures of my son's ear.

Ms. Getty, your son is
being held for ransom.

You claim not to have any money.

Yeah.

Yes, I remember it was your paper

that reported I was
two months behind in my rent.

-It was news.
-How much money are you offering?

$50,000 American.

We'll leave you alone now.

Enjoy your coffee.

Pay me in newspapers.

I don't want any money.

I want 1,000 copies of your paper.

And where would you like
these thousand copies sent, Ms. Getty?

What is it?

Open it up. Let me see.

Paul is weak.

He ’3 lost so much blood.

They wanted to take the foot,

and I convinced them to take the ear.

But the foot is coming next.

I hear them talking.

I beg you, get the money.

Tell us where you are.

We'll make a deal with you in
exchange for your cooperation.

We'll get you out of Italy.

No, no, no. You don't understand.

I can never talk to the police.

It's onore.

It is forbidden.

Even if this was my own child.

There must be something that you can do.

And what about you, signora?

I've risked my throat for your son.

And you, what have you given for him?

And don't tell me
you don't have the money.

What have you done?

You...

Yes.

Ms. Getty,
this is Oswald Hinge in London.

I'm sure you don 't remember me.

Mr. Hinge.

I haven't forgotten a thing.

I'm calling on behalf of Mr. Getty.

Not your former husband.

The old one with the money.

That's the one.

What can I do for you?

Mr. Getty has decided
to pay Paul's ransom.

Thank you, Mr. Hinge.

You thank him. I am but a messenger.

Well, I would if he'd let me.

Well, you'll get your chance.

We'll need you to come
to London for some discussions.

What is there to discuss?

Thank you very much.

He's going to pay.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Are you finished with that, madam?

This is the captain.

We 're on our final approach
into London Heathrow.

Scheduled to land
in around 10 to 15 minutes.

May I take that, sir?

Slightly cooler today,
16 degrees Celsius.

-Are you finished with that?
-On behalf of all the crew,

we wish you a very pleasant
onward journey.

Gentlemen. Ms. Abigail Getty.

Mr. Chace.

Well, you'll be happy to learn

that there are some new developments,

which will enable us to finally
help our Little Paul.

So glad to hear it.

My tax attorneys have discovered that

while ransom payments are not
deductible under the tax code.

I could write off the interest

if I loan the ransom money to my son.

You've discovered you can

take my son's kidnapping
as a tax deduction.

I'm happy it works out
financially for you.

I think we can all agree
the most important thing

is getting Paul home safely.

-And soon.
-Yes, soon.

Soon as possible, please.

Well, the loan documents are ready,

and the funds are ready
to be transferred.

Paul will be so grateful to his grandpa
when he gets home.

He loves you.

More than you know.

And I love him.

There's just the matter
of the side letter.

If I may, the...

In exchange for Mr. Getty
making the loan,

you agree to sign over full
custody of all your children,

including Paul, to your ex—husband.

"Sign over"?

Yes, all parental rights
reside with Mr. Getty.

Just here.

Are you part of this?

They can't do this, can they?

My legal team is the best there is.

If it wouldn't stand up in court,
they wouldn't have written it.

Now, you just take it easy.

Sleep on it and have your
attorney read it over.

I don't have time to sleep on it.

My child is being held prisoner.

Well, there is that.

I let you have the money back then.

I didn't ask for anything but my kids.

You just can't bear to leave
anything on the table, can you?

Thank you.

We have a problem.

Getty has agreed
to loan his son the ransom,

up to the amount that is tax deductible.

So?

So, I investigate.

Under US tax code,
only the first million is deductible.

That's all they wired to us.

What is the ransom down to?

Four. Down from 17.

We don't have four. We have one.

Meno male, it's almost over.

What is Paul's condition?

He ’3 not so good,

but we can keep him alive a few days.

Long enough to make the exchange.

We may not have all of it.

All of what?

We only have one million.

The number is four.

One is the new number.

One

is one quarter of the ransom.

For this, they'll send
one quarter of your son.

Tell me, which quarter do you want?

Did you hold the kid down
so they could cut off his ear?

You greedy animals.

You're the worst criminals of all.

Listen to me.

I don 't have any money
to make from this anymore.

But I don't want Paul to die.

You have to go back
and get Getty to pay.

You have to get me some time here.

I'm fighting an empire.

You think you're the only one?

I need to speak to him.

Mr. Getty is unable
to receive guests at this hour, ma 'am.

We can't stay here.
They'll call the police.

Let them.

Look, we have the million.

For a million, they'll kill him.

They won't believe me when I say
I don't have the rest of the money.

Nobody believes me.

There was never any guarantees, Gail.

The money would give us a chance,
maybe a window of opportunity
to grab him.

-Maybe not even that.
-The money, the money,

the money, the money, the money.

I can't bear to hear about the money.

Everybody thinks I have the money.

The newspapers, kidnappers,
they all think I'm rich.

You know what they call that?

Credit.

We announce I have
the ransom money, all four million.

We make the exchange.
You get your window.

And what happens when they find
out the money's not all there?

By that time, we either have Paul or...

Now you're thinking like Getty.

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