Ransom

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Sorry, miss,

but you forgot your...

My bag.

It's not just a bag.

It's a Ravenzo.

Bravo.

It's a beautiful bag.

- Bravo. - Buona sera.

I am Sandro Ravenzo.

And welcome to the launch of our new Ravenzo bag.

The Ravenzo name, it has survived the Great Depression,

two World Wars,

2008, and one marriage to an American.

My mother, Francesca.

Wonderful.

- Mm. - Eh...

Of course, I would be remiss

if I did not thank my sister Giulia.

Bravo.

Bellissima.

Thank you all for coming.

And remember, you touch it, you buy it. Yes?

Good job.

Bellissima.

See you later.

Get a hold of yourself.

What are you talking about?

Don't embarrass me tonight, please.

And where have you been spending your nights, Fiona?

Give me the valet ticket.

Sandro, go after her.

Fiona. Fiona, wait.

- Fiona. - How can you stand there

and praise this ugly family?

What are you saying?

Would it matter?

Hate to disappoint you, Yates, but there doesn't seem

to be any severed heads in Cynthia's closet.

Paintings.

- Sculptures. - Mm-hmm.

No family photos.

No evidence of any life outside of this stuff.

What does that tell you?

That she's been burned by nosy coworkers before.

Come on, Zara. Don't you think Cynthia's

- being a little evasive? - No.

Every time we hang out, she bails early.

It's been eight months. I feel like I barely know her.

I'm not being nosy. I think she's hiding something.

Okay.

Count me out of the "Who Is Cynthia Walker?" sweepstakes.

You're on your own.

All right, you guys, let's eat.

Mm.

Wow.

Escabèche snapper, braised lamb shank,

topped with crispy fried shallots

and parsnips beurre blanc finished by Eric.

Well, come on. I-I whisked.

I didn't... I didn't finish anything.

I can't do any of this.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Well, where did you learn to cook?

Oh, I just pick things up here and there.

Must have been a big change,

- moving back to Montreal. - How so?

You know, having all your family and friends so close again.

Oh, well, actually, my parents were immigrants,

and they died when I was young,

so it's just me.

Just you.

I'd like to make a toast.

No. My house, my toast.

Uh, but I was gonna toast...

This is not a negotiation, Beaumont. Zip it.

All right, glasses up.

So, to finally cooking

for you lovely people.

When you live alone as long as I have,

you forget how nice this is.

How nice what is?

Family.

To Cri/Res.

To Cri/Res.

To family.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

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Fiona, I have left you 25 messages.

Would you please, please...

pick up the phone?

Please.

Ferma! Ferma la macchina!

Fiona!

Fiona!

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It is in the best interest

to not screw us around.

We won't be lied to.

Okay, no one's screwing you around.

My name is Eric Beaumont.

I was hired by the Ravenzos to negotiate on their behalf.

Now, before we begin, I need proof

that Fiona Ravenzo is still alive.

Oh, dio mio.

Give me back my wife.

- Animale. I will kill you. - Oliver?

Mr. Ravenzo,

expressing emotion

gives the kidnappers leverage.

We will get your wife back,

but you need to stay calm.

Thank you. It helps knowing

that Fiona's alive and relatively well.

Enough talk.

How much is the Ravenzo woman worth to you?

Well, we're prepared to offer you a substantial sum.

It should be here...

One million, three hours.

... very soon.

We have 250,000 euro to offer.

The Ravenzo family is worth a fortune,

and you're offering me scraps?

No, sir.

Maybe I should just shoot her right now.

Maybe I should just empty my gun on her head.

Emotionally, this guy's all over the place, Eric.

He has a beta personality. He'll respond to an alpha.

250,000 was my offer.

You want to negotiate, fine. Let's negotiate.

But you make one more threat, and you won't see a dime.

We want a serious offer.

It'll take some time, but I may be able

to get that number up to a half a million.

We'll call back.

Zara, what have you got?

Skid marks indicate Fiona was going very fast

before she went off the road.

It's a miracle anyone survived.

Yeah, she had quite the cut to her head.

Okay, I'll work fast.

Zara, negotiating in Italy is illegal,

so if the police show up, you...

Just make an excuse and get out of here. Got it.

I'll call back when I have something.

That car crash bother anyone else?

Well, it's a risky way to kidnap someone.

Fiona could've been killed.

And the kidnappers didn't come at us with a fixed number.

That's also new.

So what does that tell us?

They're making it up as they go.

I don't think they intended to kidnap her.

Might have been a crime of opportunity.

Driving along, find a crashed car, rich woman inside.

What about that call? What did you pick up?

Well, the fact that he kept making threats

and cutting you off implied a deep sense of insecurity.

Like fear of failure?

Answering to someone important?

That, or he's way out of his element.

Yeah.

Hey, Zara. You're on speaker.

Hey, I found some deep tire marks.

Not from Sandro's car, but on the other side of a blind hill.

Something big, maybe a dump truck?

I'm guessing the kidnappers parked here

knowing Fiona would come this way.

Okay, so they were planning something, but what?

Looks like she swerved to avoid them

and went off the road.

- That's when they collected her. - Also...

the ransom note was right where Sandro said it would be,

but he failed to mention it was written

on the back of one of his speeding tickets.

Okay, that doesn't sound planned.

And the seat belt on the passenger side was cut, Eric.

Tampered with before the crash.

If she was sitting where she was supposed to be, she'd be dead.

She's only alive because she was driving.

Okay, so whoever took Fiona

approached the car expecting to find her in the passenger seat.

Now, when they found her alive and figured out who she was,

they scribbled a note on the only piece of paper

they could find

and took her for ransom instead.

Instead of what?

Instead of killing her.

These men were hired as assassins.

Uh... mi scusi.

Parla inglese?

What are you doing here?

I was driving by, and I saw the car.

Wanted to make sure no one was trapped inside.

Was there?

No.

I hope you didn't touch anything.

Don't worry, I know the drill.

I used to be a cop like you. New York.

A cop, huh?