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1m23s
I know. I know all about your extraction team that you affectionately call "the Kill Squad" behind closed doors. I also know that they're on their way and how long it's gonna take 'em to get here. I even know their credit ratings and their dick sizes. If you get me. Then you should also know you're already dead. We don't do ransoms. Again, I know. I know. See, I know a lot, Gertrude. I really do. Like the fact that you have 300 million in U.S. dollars sitting in your personal vault downstairs. - The fuck? - That's right. 300 million that the U.S. government gave Lightstone to quietly distribute in the Middle East to all the worst people, to grease the wheels and keep that sweet oil flowing. 300 million that... oops... Disappeared in the fog of war. Except it didn't really disappear, did it, Gerty? 'Cause you stole it. Did you know about this? Man, this family. This moneygrubbing family. Clinging desperately to your wealth, when your poor employees don't even have enough coal to keep Tiny Tim warm. What is it with you and all this Christmas shit? Talk all you want. You'll never get in the vault. Oh, oh, oh, because when you-you hit the panic button, it reset the combination? I keep telling you, I know.
Violent Night
23.1s
- Yeah, coincidence. - Oh, my God. I was planning to take the money and leave with my wife and daughter tonight and never come back here. Oh, and then my mom would, uh, read the note with her whiskey in the morning and know what I had done. For years, I have been telling you to stop caring about your mother's fucking money! And you think the solution was to steal a bunch of it.
Violent Night
45.3s
It's the look on the kiddies' faces, innit? That's what does it for me. Ah, the look. Yeah, that look. Lasts about two seconds. As soon as they're finished unwrapping, they want the next present, they want the next cool thing. That's how this world works. And kids... What kids have become. They're just like little junkies. They're little shits. They just demand. They don't believe. They just want, crave, consume. Maybe this is my last year. The last Christmas.
Violent Night
22.4s
I know exactly who I'm fucking with. Oh, wait, wait. Did you actually think that I spent months planning a complex break-in to the most secure private residence in the country and I didn't know who lived here? Well, you're wrong. 'Cause your staff are dead. Your security are dead. Now, sit down and shut the fuck up!
Violent Night
1m0s
- ♪ Mamacita ♪ - ♪ Mamacita, ah-ooh ♪ ♪ ¿Dónde está Santa Claus? ♪ ♪ Oh, where is Santa Claus? ♪ ♪ Mamacita, ah-ooh ♪ ♪ It's Christmas Eve ♪ ♪ Christmas Eve ♪ ♪ I hope he won't forget ♪ ♪ To crack his castanets ♪ ♪ And to his reindeer say ♪ ♪ "Oh, Pancho, oh, Vixen, oh, Pedro, oh, Blitzen ♪ ♪ Olé, olé, olé" ♪ - ♪ Mamacita ♪ - ♪ Mamacita, ah-ooh ♪ ♪ ¿Dónde está Santa Claus? ♪ ♪ Mamacita, ah-ooh ♪ ♪ Oh, where is Santa Claus? ♪ ♪ Mamacita, ah-ooh ♪ - ♪ It's Christmas Eve ♪ - ♪ Christmas Eve ♪ ♪ It's Christmas Eve ♪ ♪ Mamacita ♪ - ♪ It's Christmas Eve ♪ - ♪ Mamacita. ♪
Violent Night
41s
Are you fucking with me? All right, who the hell are you really, huh? Some security guard who's watched too many action flicks? Some loser ex-cop stuck in a mall playing dress-up with fat kids pissing on your lap? Stop me when I get it right. It's a little more complicated than that. Not to me, it's not. 'Cause I want to make it my personal mission, my holiday to-do list, to find you and to end you and to wipe my ass with you and this whole fucking holiday. That's what I want for Christmas, Santa. That is a terrible thing to want for Christmas. But maybe you and I should discuss that in person. Santa Claus is coming to town.
Violent Night