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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
19s
Where'd he go? He went up the chimney. - I saw it. - I don't know, he had a rig or some pulley system - that just yanked him up. - You can't fit up there. - It's impossible. - Oh, you see one weird thing, and then you think you're in a fairy tale? Incoming. We've got sleigh bells approaching. Oh, my God. It's his reindeer.
Violent Night