hey, what the hell?! get your hands off m--!!
what--?
she did? but how--?
i don't understand--
okay. ryan walks out the restroom door as craig puts the phone to his ear. he sighs with relief -- it's finally over.
hey, ryan? ryan! ryan turns. rack focus past ryan to craig standing fifty feet back, holding the phone out.
this isn't my wife.
my wife's name is patty. i'm not craig. i'm paul. paul boyd. in utter disbelief, ryan turns back toward the gate -- and sees greer, ellis, hodges and deason, cornering another man. tall. lean. thinning hair. and wearing buddy holly glasses. the real craig martin.
who, what?.  no one! nobody!
i'll forget i saw anything, just leave them alone! whatever. greer manhandles craig toward the exit.
you goddamn animals better not have hu rt -- greer surprises him with a vicious elbow to the face.
goddamn it, what the hell are you people going to--
jessica? jessica races for the safety of craig's arms, but just as she's about to be embraced, greer steps forward and yanks jessica back by her hair. she squeals in pain.
hey --.  .  craig moves to object, but -- oof! -- deason sends him gasping to the floor with a sledgehammer fist to the gut.
ricky? jessica nods gravely. he's here, too. craig looks at his wife's face, bruised and hurt, and tears rise in his eyes.
oh, god, jess.  what have they done to you? but jessica won't let this moment be about pity.
you have to promise. if i give it to you.  you'll let my family go.
okay. enough, you win. but if anything-
i dropped it down the mail chute at work. it's gotta be in the mailroom.
how will i know she's okay?
i love you. craig squeezes the good years of their marriage into a strong, loving embrace. jessica hugs him closer. leans into his ear to seemingly whisper her love in return -- but what she actually whispers takes craig by surprise.
hey, benny. this might sound ridiculous, but i dropped a dvd mailer into the chute this morning and i forgot to put down an address.
sure. the supervisor leads hodges and craig away to the back room. unfortunately, greer stays behind.
this is it. hodges seems uncomfortable with the supervisor hovering over his shoulder.
run.  but ryan is overwhelmed. his legs feel like a thousand pounds of jelly.
ruuuuuuunnnnnn!! as craig slumps to the ground, ryan stares in shock -- but when greer starts sending a hail of bullets toward them, he dives into: