200 Degrees

- Come on man, let's get in the picture.

Big smile.

Woo, woo!

Who wants to make money?

Yeah!

Hello?

Hello?

Can anyone hear me?

Hello?

Hello, hello?

Ryan, is that you?

Bruce?

What the fuck is going on?

Where have you been?

I need your help.

They want money.

What are you talking about?

They took me...

Who took you?

Took you where?

- You have to get me out of here.

Where are you?

It's so hot...

- Slow down. Tell me where you are.

Small room.

Metal.

There's a heavy door.

It's locked.

Heat is coming down from the ceiling.

The temperature's rising fast.

Is there a small window?

Yes.

A small window...

How did you know?

- 'Cause I think we're in the same place.

- We're gonna die Ryan, we're gonna die!

Hey, we're not gonna die.

Oh jeez, alright.

- I'm gonna figure this out, okay?

Hang on.

Just hang on a second.

Wait a minute.

Can you hear that?

Tell me if you can hear this...

I think so.

I don't know.

The banging!

Can you hear the banging?

I'm hot.

They're turning up the heat here...

Help me...

I'm trying to help you!

What about this?

Can you hear this?

What's going on, Ryan?

Ryan?

Hello?

Hello, is anybody out there?

Do you remember who took you?

No.

I just...

Woke up...

And I was...

Here.

- Tell me everything that you can remember.

I was at the hotel...

I think...

Yeah, with those two girls.

No, no please!

What's happening?

Turn it off.

Bruce?

Turn it off!

No, please, don't...

Please!

Just make it stop!

Make it stop!

I'm burning!

I'm fucking burning!

Help me!

Help me!

Bruce?

Bruce?

Bruce?

Bruce?

Your call has been forwarded

to an automatic voice message system.

Let me outta here!

- Do I have your undivided attention, mister hinds?

How do you know my name?

You don't get to ask anything

but I will give you the chance to figure out the answer.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

It means you get one shot

at answering a question.

You're fucking crazy...

That may be the case...

But you're the one locked up.

- You wait until I get out of here.

- That could be sooner than you think...

Guess the answer and I'll let you walk free right now.

What's the question?

Two minutes...

As many guesses as you want.

What's the question?

- Just guess who I am, mister hinds.

Say my name and this can all end right now.

Two minutes.

You're wasting your time.

What are you hoping to achieve, mister hinds?

- Look, I arrived in Houston last night...

We signed a big deal...

We were celebrating.

I met with the investors for a drink with Bruce.

There were two girls there,

Erika and Mandy...

Mindy...

The investors...

I don't know.

The investors, you're one of them.

What were their names?

Luke...

Luke Farell...

Luke Farell.

Karl...

Karl, Karl, what the fuck is your name?

Giussani!

Luke Farell, Karl Giussani

and Bob Makeson.

One of them!

You're one of them!

Which one?

I don't know!

How the fuck should I know?

Oh fuck you.

Wrong answer.

Hey, the heat!

Can you hear me?

Turn the heat off!

What the?

Jesus.

Oh god.

Fuck!

Okay.

I'll do whatever you want.

Do you hear me?

Just tell me what you want me to do.

I'll do whatever you want!

- Those are the magic words, mister hinds.

Whatever I want.

Do you know the story of the frog in boiling water?

If you place a frog in water and heat it slowly enough,

the frog will not jump out.

And the frog will be cooked alive.

I'm afraid you're that frog.

How and if you die here is totally up to you

but I can assure you

that perspiration stains on your $300 shirt

are the least of your worries.

It's a $500 shirt, asshole.

- Lets see if you're still joking

when your flesh will start to cook

and your lungs will be seared by dry hot air.

Alright.

If you're trying to scare me, I'm scared, okay?

Good.

Now that you understand the seriousness of your situation

I think we can begin.

Just tell me what you want.

All in good time...

For now I need you to get the phone.

What now?

- I want you to focus on the task at hand.

I'm focused.

- I want one million dollars of your money.

What?

A million dollars...

Hey,

I don't have access to that kind of money.

You have two hours.

Two hours?

- The room is now exactly 100 degrees Fahrenheit.

Every 5 minutes that goes by without me being a millionaire,

will cause the temperature to rise three degrees.

You have already sweat profusely,

therefor your tolerance for heat has diminished.

You've already felt what I can do mister hinds,

I suggest you get started.

Okay look...

I'm just a regular family guy.

I don't have that kind of money.

Not my problem.

I can't do it in two hours...

Okay, I just can't...

Even if I sold

the car, and the house, everything...

It could take me weeks, months even.

Look, I don't know...

I don't know what or who you think I am?

You've wasted over a minute