Oh, shit! Help!
Fucking lucky Teranova. Mr. Superstar.
You are... have been kidnapped.
Don't try to make any sense.
I'm not a super star.
I'm not a super star.
I'm a super star.
I'm not a super star.
I'm not a super star.
I'm not a super star.
Don't try to make any sound.
If you do as we ask, you won't be hurt.
You realize he can't see you, right?
Look, yes.
Brian!
Shut up.
Remember, your cog is log. I'm fog.
Right. And he's dog.
I thought I was dog.
You brainiacs are hopeless.
There.
Call me that.
The brain.
Okay. That the brain.
Where do I put the tape?
No tape.
No tape?
No tape. Memory card.
Fancy digital codecs.
Some of these words I know.
Come on, guys. Remember all the planning?
That we did yesterday?
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shit.
Quick, grab it.
Shit.
I think it says...
...sand.
Sand, huh?
Uh, it says sated.
No agent.
Oh, okay.
No. What are you doing?
First, we gotta make the video.
Making the video?
Didn't you read the script for Lucky to Save?
Come on, guys. GPS tracking. Get rid of it.
Ugh!
You numbskull.
Log. Go get it.
And this time, destroy it.
We're going to un-gag you now.
You're in the middle of nowhere.
It is absolutely pointless to shout.
Got it?
Uh-huh.
Read that over.
You're an actor. You can memorize lines, right?
What is this garbage?
What?
Which one of you salkins wrote this crap?
This needs a rewrite.
There's no, no edge, no peril.
I'm not feeling it.
It's a ransom note.
You read it.
We send it to your people, then we get money.
Piles of it.
This is bollocks.
You gotta scare them to get the money.
It's all about emotion, the fear, the hate, the danger.
Look, you fool.
Shut up.
This isn't going to work.
Give me a minute.
What?
Where did he get a pen?
It's a goddamn weapon.
I thought you searched him.
You're a serviceable phone?
First, he has a phone.
Then he pulls out on it.
Bitch.
All right, fine, fine.
Let's just do this.
Is the camera ready?
Yes, Brian.
All right, let's shoot.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
There's more to be done.
What?
You fixed the note, right?
Right out, but you've got to rough me up or I'll look like a pussy.
Who's going to believe that lucky fucking Taranova was manna without a fight?
And look at this.
This is not a scary place.
Much better.
Now, hit me.
What was that?
I think we got it.
Hello.
What a great instinct recall.
We've been waiting for ages to show you history in a making.
And we were there.
Yes, we were.
I mean, I'll tell you.
It was exciting, exciting stuff.
You're singing sucks.
And speaking of people you like to hurt, we just received a shocking ransom video.
Could you stop doing that?
Lucky.
Lucky Taranova with a pen.
Star of your favorite movie and TV shows and radio series.
I've been kidnapped.
And my captors are requesting five million, seven, eleven million dollars for my release.
Somebody, anybody, please, please help me.
How's that?
I think we got it.
Keep removing this thing.
Fuck.
