Jack: [Knocks on door] Paper or plastic, guys?
Kidnapper: Jack, I thought you’d got the hint to go home.
Jack: Just one more question, I promise. Paper or plastic?
Will: Paper or plastic what, Jack?
Jack: shopping bags. What do you use when you go shopping? Paper or plastic? Which one, guys?
Kidnapper: Because I do the whole skipping down a shopping aisle throwing food into a basket?
Jack: Alcohol, then. Paper or plastic bag for your alcohol. You look the type for that.
Kidnapper: My throat.
Jack: Ohhhhhkay [mumbles something about psycho]. And you, Will – paper or plastic?
Will: A knife to cut through this rope?
Jack: Ah. Still an awkward time, is it?
Will: No – no. Stay. Talking’s good.
Kidnapper: Go away, Jack.
Will: [shouts] Wait. Paper -- paper. And there are two in my house – next to my phone, you know, my phone and access to a few cops?
Kidnapper: [Chuckles] Go away, Jack. Me and Will need some alone time.
A little extract (names have been disguised to protect the oh so very wicked):
“Would it be so bad?” the man breathed into Will’s ear. “If I took you now, like this—” His hands traced along the ropes, then found Will’s bound hands. “—would it really be so bad if I took you bound down like this?”
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