What are you doing here?.

Looking for a light.

Oh.

- Got one?. - I don"t smoke.

- [blows out sharply] - [groans]

Neither do l.

- Who are you?. - l"m getting you out of here. Trust me.

- [man] Right this way, Mr Santo. - Shit. Come on.

- Go! - Ahh!

Minka!

[both breathing heavily]

Uh.

[speaks unidentified language]

[gasps]

- What are you doing?. - Ever see Batman?

No, I can"t.

No. No! [screams]

[girl screams]

Shut up.

Goddamn it!

[gunshoi]

[girl gasps]

Here"s your little pride and joy.

Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

We thought we"d never see our little girl again. Thank you.

Cut the shit. Where"s my money?.

Honey, pay this woman.

I"m afraid there"s been a slight problem.

I could only come up with half the money.

Half the money?.

Fine. I"ll take half your daughter.

Wait. I"m sure we can negotiate something.

[ Michael Hutchence: Spill the Wine]