American Hangman

Where do you think you are?

I don't know.

You?

Where do you think you are?

Where do you think you are?

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, that's where I think I am!

Hey freak.

Freak!

No, no, no-no-no-no.

You think that's it?

No, I wouldn't.

Wouldn't what?

I wouldn't think that that's it.

Poured concrete foundation.

My guess is we're in a basement.

Do you have any idea how long you were in the van?

Nineteen, twenty minutes.

So...

fourteen, fifteen miles?

Do you drive for a living?

I might.

Well, how do I know you're not part of this?

You know like how they put cops in

with the prisoners in the movies?

Fuck!

That's what this is!

What?

The movie, the two guys tied up in the room and the hacksaw,

that's what this is!

Tied up how?

You never seen it?

No.

Well you're lucky 'cause it's a stupid fucking movie.

Chained, right, they were chained up.

And then the one guy figured it out

and that's when it got so sick.

I told Grace it was a stupid movie--

Who is Grace?

My ex-wife.

Uh...Wife.

I told her nobody would do that --

Do what?

Cut off their own foot with a hacksaw.

Are you certain about the fourteen miles?

'Cause this could be some crazy fucked up shit just like that.

Were you counting time or do you just have

a natural sense of distance?

You just know.

Why?

I know that he picked me up first.

Of that I'm certain.

Um...And then we drove about half your distance,

which is seven miles.

Then we waited for a considerable period of time.

Finally he loaded what had to be you into the van,

and we drove to here.

So that's fourteen and seven is twenty-one--

You wanna do math when he could be coming through

with a fucking hacksaw?!

Hey.

Hey buds.

Hey buddy.

I didn't mean what I said before about killing you.

That was nuts. That wasn't me.

So we're square, right?

You have to accept a guy's apology,

'cause if a guy apologizes that's good right?

'Cause I didn't mean nothin', right?

What the fuck?

What the fuck you doing?

Please no! No! Come on.

What the fuck you gonna do?!

What the fuck?

What the...buddy...

What are you doing?

What the fuck you doing, man?

Huh?

Okay. Okay.

You seeing this?

Tell us your intentions, please.

Hey, how come you do that for him?

And how come I got the choker on?

How come he doesn't? What does that mean?

And how come he wasn't gagged or nothin'?

You crazy fuck! What are you doing?

Oliver: Are you putting on a show of some kind?

With us?

You need to tell us what you're doing

or I swear to God I will fucking kill you.

You hear me?

We're going to go live.

In six, five, four,

three two, one--

Oliver: Are they all on at once?

Or do they take turns?

Hero: Turns.

They're motion and voice activated.

But you'll never know which one is on in any given minute.

So just direct yourself to the pilot cam.

That way you won't confuse everybody watching.

Understood?

Everyone? Who is everyone?

Hero: Tell them about yourself.

Oliver: Who exactly?

Hero: They'll need to know as much about you as possible.

Can only help you in the end.

It'll make you seem more real.

I'm not saying fuckin' nothin' to fuckin' nobody.

Except get me the fuck outta here.

You wanna know how real I am?

Go fuck yourself!

That's how real I am.

You think that was wrong to say that?

What do you think he's doing?

I think we will soon find out.

No, no, no.

No.

Please, no.

Oliver: What do you want me to say?

Hero: Who you are.

What you do.

To make you real.

I'm retired.

I was a professional.

To them, not me.

I am retired.

I was-I've had a profession.

The legal profession.

I live on the outskirts of the city.

I was in my driveway when I was taken.

I have been taken.

I don't know what I can or cannot say if I do not know

the purpose of my being here.

You can discourse on whatever you want.

I was physically taken.

Unloading groceries from the back of my car.

My wife and I have lived in that house for over thirty years.

So she or one of the neighbours will see the groceries

in the driveway.

I don't know whether you left a ransom note or not.

But obviously someone will call the police--

Stop it.

This only works if you tell the whole truth.

What am I saying that is not true?

You.

Fuck you.

No, no, no. Please, no.

I didn't mean that.

That wasn't me. That wasn't me.

Uh, I do home repairs.

Specialize in roofing.

To the camera.

Tell them your name.

My name is Ron.

I have two children

who are expecting me home tonight for dinner.

And all I was doing was going through

the fucking drive-through, for Christ sake.

That's a lie.

What? You mean the parking lot thing?

Okay, I was going to the drive-through

and then I pulled over at the edge of the parking lot

to check my tires like I do.

And then I get out and then I get cracked on the head,

and then I'm in a sack and we were pulling away

and what the fuck is this about?!

Hold it up.

Hold it up.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I know what this is.

This is Turkish prisoner shit.

And like I said I have two little kids

so please no Turkish prisoner shit.

You. Read me what's on the front page.

There was an oil spill off the coast of Florida.