Extraction

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I think I'll watch a movie and...

Come on, let's go to my place. We'll watch a movie.

-It'll be great. - Come on.

...inside the school. And then guess who found him?

- Who? - Amit sir.

-Oh! -

That's epic! Good!

Go over and tell her who you are.

-Get her one coffee. -No, I don't have money for it.

I'll pay for the coffee. Hey, hey, listen.

She's looking at you. She's blushing.

She's blushing. Dude, she wants you.

-Go over and talk. -No, no, no.

-That's Ovi, though. -Isn't that hilarious?

No! No!

Where have you been?

With friends.

Hasn't your father told you to come straight home after school?

Hmm?

Okay.

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Insane night pub. I'm gonna come back.

Hey! What's up? Did you talk to her yet?

Ah!

Did you talk to her yet?

-No. -Did he talk to...

Come on, Ovi. You gotta go talk to her.

Oh, she's smiling.

I know what you need. Come on.

Try it. Take one hit, man, it'll help you.

- Having fun tonight? - Drop it.

Ah...

Are you guys from inside? Huh?

I think you dropped something, no?

No!

No?

Did you buy this inside?

-No, it's not ours. - Chill. Relax.

It's all good.

You boys are lucky.

You got your whole lives ahead of you.

No!

You all leave.

Leave. Move fast.

I told you, you dumb motherfucker,

to watch his every move...

...and yet Amir Asif has grabbed my son.

We can negotiate.

This isn't about ransom, Saju.

It's about humiliation.

Go to Dhaka.

And do what?

Steal him back.

I'd need an army, Ovi.

Then hire a fucking army!

What do you think?

You think I can't hurt you from here?

Ovi, please...

You want your son to see his next birthday?

Then...

get mine back.

Tell Mahajan to pay the ransom and get his son back.

Why are they getting us involved in this?

Neysa...

There's not enough money.

The NCB have frozen Mahajan's assets.

I'm all he's got.

You understand?

Animals!

There's a man who does this sort of thing.

His price will be out of Mahajan's reach.

But there's a way I can play this.

It will not be easy.

Do whatever you have to.

Christ! That is high.

It's only 30 meters.

Fuckin' high.

-It's fuckin' beautiful, though. - Mmm-hmm.

He okay?

He's fine.

You sure, bruh? 'Cause he looks fuckin' dead.

Quit swearin' all the time.

-So? -It makes you sound stupid.

Find another fuckin' adjective.

Told you he's fine.

-Hold my beer, would you? -Oh, I gotcha.

-I said hold it. Don't drink it. - I gotcha.

-Christ! -

Come here, girl.

Hey.

Make yourself at home.

There's a chicken in your bathroom.

Yeah, I like chickens, except when they shit everywhere.

We landed the whale.

Oh, yeah?

Extraction. Indian kid.

Drug lord's son.

A rival gangster is holding this kid in Dhaka.

I think Gaspar lives in Dhaka.

Gaspar is out of the game.

Clock's running at 16 hours. Deadline, Friday, noon.

Proof of life as of six hours ago.

Yeah, I'll take it.

This gangster, Amir Asif, he holds a massive sway in Dhaka.

You get your hands on this kid, it's gonna get complicated.

It's always fuckin' complicated, innit?

This was a mistake.

God, Nik, what are you doing here?

Don't bullshit yourself.

No one else is gonna commit to somethin' this fucked up.

And why would you?

I need the money.

Chickens aren't cheap.

You're hoping if you spin the chamber enough times,

you're gonna catch a bullet.

Tomorrow morning, I'll meet you in Fitzroy Crossing.

If you're not sober, don't show up.

What's his name?

Ovi. Ovi Mahajan.

Head on straight, Tyler.

This is our extract. Ovi Mahajan, 14 years old.

His father, Ovi Mahajan Senior, is in jail.

So, his people employed us to get the boy back,

and they refuse to negotiate.

What about our opposition?

Amir Asif. Dhaka's very own Pablo Escobar.

Biggest drug lord in India versus biggest drug lord in Bangladesh.

Sounds like some mythic shit.

A lot of bad blood between them.

This is our extraction point. So, José and Thiago will man a boat,

ferry you and the kid nine miles down the river to a chopper.

-Any questions? -How many hostiles on site?

Maybe 20. Okay, clock is ticking. Let's chop-chop!

You see the laundry across the street?

Yep.

Walk to it.

Now what?

Welcome to Dhaka.

Do we look like we muck around? Give us the money and get lost.

Show me the proof.

Proof.

Money.

Proof.

Show me proof.

Money!

You show me the kid's all right, I tell my people, they pay you.

-Do you under-- -

Fuck... come here. Hey!

Listen, you boys seem like real busy professionals,

so let's say we cut this shit and get down to business, yeah?

Okay.

Bastard!

Didn't even blink!

Hey, man, you're crazy or what?

-There's no magazine in it. -

-Boom! -

Enough talk.

Let's get to business.

No.

Come on, boy!

Show me your face.

Beautiful!

Good night!

No. No.

Now you go.

Tell them. Pay.

If not?

I take this...

stick in his ass and blow his insides out.

Move it!

Let's go!

Hey, you!