this stuff's givin' me the munchies. where's that bag of popcorn?
's okay, i'll go.
help you with that?
what?
mister.  my family will pay cash. whatever ransom you're askin' for, they -
oh god.  oh god.
mister, if you let me go, i won't press charges, i promise. you've only had me here a couple days, and -
is that all? see - see, my mom is a real important woman.  well, i guess you already know that. she'll pay you, no questions asked. whatever cause you represent - iran, palestine - she'll see that -
pleeeeeeeease!
close enough to fuck is close enough to fight.
is hunched over in concentration. the plastic toilet bucket is on her lap, and she has yanked down its cotton string.
get my legs round your neck, you goddamn creep, i'll send you home to jesus.
okay, precious. time for a treat.
staring upwards, pulls again, even so gently, at the string.
preeeeecious! c'mon, boy, nice yummy bone.  c'mon, you little shit.
stares desperately, unable to see how she's doing.
hang on, boy.  hang on.
crouches, covering her head as the bucket bounces off her.
nooooo!
she'd down here you sack of shit.
get me a telephone. lower it down to me. do it now, mister! i don't want to have to hurt this little dog.
you shoot motherfucker you better kill me quick or i'll break her fucking neck, i swear to god!
back off, you son of a bitch! back off!
that's better.  now get me a live telephone. get a long extension and lower is down here.  and you better do it fast, too, 'cause i think her leg's broken. she's in pain, mister, she needs a vet.
begins shaking, hands and arms twitching uncontrollably. she hugs the little dog tight to her chest, buries her face in its fur, sobbing.
safe, shit, he's got a gun! getmeout. get me out!
get me out!
i don't know! get me out!!
nooooo! you fucking bitch don't you leave me down here, don't you - you