Seized

Finish your homework last night, T?

- Taylor? - What?

"What?" "What?"

I hope you don't talk to your teachers at school like that.

I think the correct response you're looking for is,

"Excuse me, Dad."

Maybe in England, mate,

but we're in Mexico.

No excuse for bad manners whatever the country you're living in, smart ass.

- Hey, I'm talking to you. - Whatever.

Oh, yeah, thanks a lot for cooking me that breakfast, Dad!

So, Richard, I like what I hear,

but how would this benefit my company?

Well, do you know what, Tom? I'm actually really glad

you asked me that question because our number one priority,

- the very top priority, is business value. - Mm-hm.

It's about having the resources for planning and implementing a hybrid security architecture

that significantly reduces any risk of security breach

- with iCloud IT-based platforms, so... - Mm-hm.

Do you know what, Tom? I think we're gonna be the company for you.

- Sounds great. - Okay? So we're on?

- We'll call you soon. - Brilliant stuff, Tom.

- Thanks so much. Thank you. - Goodbye.

- Hello? - Yes, Taylor's father, please?

- Speaking. - I'm sorry to inform you

that Taylor was involved in some trouble at school today.

Really? Why? What happened?

He was in an altercation with two boys.

It seems he started the fight.

- Oh, he did? - Yes, I'm afraid so.

Well, any idea what started it?

None of the boys would say how it started,

but other students said Taylor was reacting to being teased.

Yeah, but even so, he knows better than that.

- Does he? - Yeah, of course he does.

I'm sure you understand, we can't have this behavior at our school.

Well, look, I'll certainly have a chat to him when he gets home, and um...

I wonder do you mind giving me the numbers of the parents of the kids

that he had the fight with so I can talk to them?

I got a phone call from your principal today, buddy.

Anything you want to tell me about?

Taylor!

That's the second time in two weeks!

That is.... I'm not happy! Oi!

Don't you walk away from me.

Turn around!

So who was it? Same kids as last time?

Yep.

That's a pretty good bruise.

Who threw the first punch?

Because your principal tells me that you did.

Is that true?

Taylor?

I thought we had an agreement.

No, you had an agreement.

They've been saying things to the other kids about me.

They know about Mom. They make jokes about me,

call me, "Orphan Boy," crap like that.

So what? It doesn't matter. Let them talk.

It's not worth getting into a punch-up, is it?

Stop walking away from me.

I told you before, son,

violence solves nothing.

It shut them up.

It doesn't matter, okay?

You can't just go around punching your problems away, all right?

It's going to catch up to you in the long run.

Look, I'm trying, all right, buddy?

I'm trying to raise you the right way,

the way your mother would've intended, but...

Mom's dead... so why don't you stop trying?

Don't be like that.

You know, maybe instead of teaching me

how to run away from a fight,

maybe you could teach me how to stand up for myself.

There's better ways of handling things, son.

Taylor!

Hey, man. Look, look. I don't want trouble. I don't want trouble.

So, as you can see, I lured him into a false sense of security

whilst getting myself in a nice, strong defensive position.

I saw the intent, and then I unloaded with the punches.

And I could get in the exact same position.

I kick the groin first...

And I destroy him and knock him out with that nice big elbow?

Or I could start upstairs so he's focused up here...

And then I get a nice head kick in.

Hey, man. I don't want any trouble.

Taylor?

- What are you doing? - Homework.

Homework? With that noise?

I could hear you downstairs, son.

I was watching YouTube.

Oh, you're watching YouTube, yeah?

For homework?

"How to hit hard and fast in a street fight."

Charming.

What are you watching this for?

'Cause the next time one of those kids

gives me trouble, I'm going to knock 'em out.

Taylor, will you listen to me?

I don't want to hear anymore

about you getting into trouble at school and hitting kids.

I don't care what they're saying to you.

It's not worth it. Do you understand?

Now get back and finish your real homework

because I'm pretty sure that your teacher didn't request a paper

on how to smash somebody's face in.

I'm almost done.

Well, almost isn't finished, is it? So, get it done.

I'll be keeping hold of this.

- Hello? - Richard.

Who's this?

Question is, amigo, who are you?

What are you talking about?

You're a security consultant living in Mexico with a young son,

leading a very quiet life.

Or so that's the story you've told everyone the last few years.

Right... Nero?

How do you know that name?

I know the truth about you.

I know where you've been, what you've done,

and who you really are.

I don't know what type of game this is, but I ain't playing it.

The game has just begun.

You will receive a video in 30 seconds.

- Be ready. - Taylor?!

Taylor!

Taylor!

Where's my son?

Look at your screen, amigo.

- Who the hell are you? - I am the one calling the shots.

You know the drill.

I don't really have to explain it to you, do I?

- To someone who is... - You listen to me.

If you so much as touch the hair on my kid's head, I swear to Christ!

I know. You'll kill us all. And you know what, Nero?

That's why I chose you. I don't doubt it for a second,

but I need you for a job.

What job? What the hell are you talking about?

Where's my son?!

Hey, you're wasting what little time

your son has left alive, huh?

You ready to listen?

I'm listening.

Your son has been imprisoned in a gas chamber.

You follow my instructions today,

or he will die from carbon monoxide poisoning.

You do everything I ask of you today,

which will include a lot of killing, amigo,

Something you are good at,

and by the end of it, your son will be released.

- Are you still with me? - Yes, I'm with you.

Inside the garage is a package. Andale, rapido!

See the vest? Put it on.

This vest has a micro camera. Turn it on.

- - Everything you see, I will see, amigo.

No games here.

Inside the crate is a silver box. Open it.

This is your bulletproof SUV.

These are your coordinates.

Proceed to route.

Listen, buddy, until I get to speak to my son

I ain't going anywhere.

Taylor!

Taylor, it's Dad.

Can you hear me? Taylor?

Dad? Dad!

It's all right, son.

What happened to your face?

Did they hurt you?

No, I'm okay.

Where are you, son?

Listen, can you hear or see anything

that might give you an idea of where you are?

I don't know where I am. I just woke up here.

What's going on, Dad?

I don't know, buddy, but...

- - Taylor?! Taylor!

Fuck! Shit!

He has no idea where he is or how he got there,

but the kid put up a hell of a fight.

- Tough, just like his padre. - You son of a bitch.

Now the rules are simple. Do what I say, huh?

Carbon monoxide is nasty stuff.

At the end of the day,

you completed everything I ask of you,

your son will be delivered to a safe location.

Well, how do I know you're gonna let him go?

It's called trust,

and we're going to be working on that today.

Trust?

It's going to be a pretty fucking long day then,

isn't it, mate?

When do I get to speak to my son again?

After you complete the first mission.

Not a moment sooner.