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Peter Cohen: [screaming] God! HEY!
Peter Cohen: HEY!
Peter Cohen: HELP! Help! Help!
Peter Cohen: Okay, okay, okay. okay.
Peter Cohen: Aah!
Peter Cohen: Ah! Ahh!
Peter Cohen: Come on, What's... What's the number? What's the number? 1-2-1... Fuck!
Peter Cohen: Where is it?
Male 911 Operator: 911, please hold.
Peter Cohen: No! Wait! Wait!
911 Operator: Yes, 911.
Peter Cohen: Hello, i'm buried. You have to help me. You have to help me, I can't breathe...
911 Operator: Sir...?
Peter Cohen: I'm buried in a coffin. Please help me! Send someone to find me...
911 Operator: Sir... slow down. What is your name?
Peter Cohen: Peter. Peter Cohen
911 Operator: Okay, Mister Cohen. Can you tell me your location?
Peter Cohen: I don't know. I'm in a coffin. I don't know where. Please help me. I'm scared.
911 Operator: You're in a coffin?
Peter Cohen: Yes. It's, like, one of those old, wooden ones.
911 Operator: Are you at a funeral home?
Peter Cohen: No. I don't know. No.
911 Operator: How are calling me right now?
Peter Cohen: What?
911 Operator: If you're buried in a coffin, where are you calling from?
Peter Cohen: A cell phone. There was an old cell phone in the coffin.
911 Operator: You're calling from your cell phone?
Peter Cohen: Yes, yes, yes... No. It's not mine, but yes, I'm calling from a cell phone.
911 Operator: There was a cell phone in the coffin when you climbed in?
Peter Cohen: Yes... What? I didn't climb in.
911 Operator: How did you end up in the coffin, sir?
Peter Cohen: I was put here.
911 Operator: In the coffin?
Peter Cohen: Yes. Please, help.
911 Operator: And you're saying the coffin is buried?
Peter Cohen: Yes. I'm a truck driver, an American. It's... it's hot in here and I can't breathe.
911 Operator: Do you know your location, sir?
Peter Cohen: I... I told you. Somewhere in Egypt. Please, help me!
911 Operator: Egypt?
Peter Cohen: Yes. I'm a truck driver, an American. I work for CRT.
911 Operator: Are you a soldier, sir?
Peter Cohen: No. Please, you have to listen to me. I'm a truck driver. An American. I'm a civilian contractor working in Egypt. We were attacked in Cairo, they shot... They shot them. All of them.
911 Operator: They shot who, sir?
Peter Cohen: All of the other drivers.
911 Operator: And you're saying this happened in Egypt? The country?
Peter Cohen: Yeah! Please Listen to me, okay? Listen, they gave me a safety number, and it in my wallet... And I don't know were it is now.
911 Operator: Mister Cohen, this is 911 emergency in Youngstown, Ohio.
Peter Cohen: Ohio?
911 Operator: Yes, sir. I'm not sure exactly how you called here if you're in another country, But if you'd like... I can patch you through to the Sheriff's Department.
Peter Cohen: No... you don't underst... Forget it.
Peter Cohen: Pick up, pick up, please.
Steven Cohen:Thanks for calling the Cohen's. We're not home right now. Please leave a message at the beep. Thanks.
Peter Cohen: Yeah, Lisa! Lisa, honey, it's me. I need you to contact the National Guard right away... Or the Pentagon. Tell them we were attacked in the Dar El-Salam, in Cairo. They need to find me, okay? Please, baby. Help them find me.
Lisa Cohen: Hi, this is Lisa. Please leave a message. Thanks and have a great day.
Peter Cohen: Lisa, Lisa! I need you to call me right away, okay? Call me at this number. This is an absolute emergency. Call me at the number that comes up on your screen, right away. Okay? I don't know what the hell is going on... I'm buried in a box... I'm buried in a box... I can't breathe in here. Call me right away. Please, baby.
411 Operator: What city and state, please?
Peter Cohen: Um... I don't know. The F.B.I. wherever they are.
411 Operator: Do you have a specific city you'd like to be connected to?
Peter Cohen: Anywhere, any city. Just connect me to the F.B.I.
411 Operator: Sir, I have F.B.I. field offices listed in Boston... Chicago, New York, Philadelphia, New Haven...
Peter Cohen: It doesn't matter. Any city, Anywhere! just connect me, please!
411 Operator: I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not allowed to do that.
Peter Cohen: Chicago, fine! Chicago, okay?
411 Operator: There's no need to be rude, sir. Please hold for your number.
Female Voice: The number you requested, 312-421-6700... can be connected for an additional charge of 25 cents... by pressing the number one.
Special Agent Hawkins: Chicago field office. Special Agent Hawkins.
Peter Cohen: Is this the F.B.I.?
Special Agent Hawkins: Yes it is, sir.
Peter Cohen: I'm calling from Egypt. I'm buried in the desert somewhere. I need you to help me...
Special Agent Hawkins: Whoa, whoa, sir. Slow down. When were you in Egypt?
Peter Cohen: Now. I'm there now. I'm a truck driver for CRT. I've been here for nine months. May I have your name please, sir?
Peter Cohen: Peter Cohen.
Special Agent Hawkins: Peter Cohen. Okay, Peter, explain to me what's going on.
Peter Cohen: Me and a convoy of other drivers... Were delivering some kitchen supplies to a community center. Some kids started throwing rocks at the trucks. Then an IED went off up ahead and blew up one of the other trucks. And these guys came out from behind the houses... with guns and started shooting everyone... right there on the street.
Special Agent Hawkins: Were you shot at?
Peter Cohen: I don't know! I don't know. I was way in the back of the convoy. I guess I got hit in the head with one of the rocks and blacked out. That's the last thing I remember. And I woke up here, tied up in a coffin.
Special Agent Hawkins: Who put you there?
Peter Cohen: I guess whoever ambushed us.
Special Agent Hawkins: A bunch of kids?
Peter Cohen: No, no, no. The kids threw the rocks at us. but then some Egyptian guys... maybe insurgents, I don't fucking know... They just popped out and started shooting everybody right there on the street.
Special Agent Hawkins: I thought you said they didn't shoot at you.
Peter Cohen: They didn't, I don't know! But they shot them!
Special Agent Hawkins: Sir, you're going to have to stop shouting...
Peter Cohen: I'm shouting because you're not listening to me! I need you to help me! Okay, okay, okay! Can you trace my call? GPS or something?
Special Agent Hawkins: Why is it that they didn't shoot you?
Peter Cohen: I don't know, I have no idea. They didn't, that's all I know.
Special Agent Hawkins: What's your social security number?
Peter Cohen: Why? Why? Who cares? I'm buried in the middle of the fucking desert! Who cares what my social security number is?! I'm an American citizen. Just send someone to find me, please!
Special Agent Hawkins: Do you know where you're... lo... if... dy..
Peter Cohen: Hold on! I can't hear you. What did you... Hold on! No, no, no, just...
Peter Cohen: Shit!
CRT Operator: Thank you for calling Crestin, Roland and Thomas. How may I direct your call?
Peter Cohen: Somebody, I need to talk to someone right away. It's an emergency.
CRT Operator: Who is this, please?
Peter Cohen: It's Peter Cohen. I'm a driver for you guys. I'm calling from Egypt. My convoy was attacked.
CRT Operator: Sir, if this is a crisis situation. you need to contact the Safety Number your were provided.
Peter Cohen: I know, I know, but I don't have it anymore. The people took it.
CRT Operator: Who took it, sir?
Peter Cohen: The Egyptians, I think. I blacked out.
CRT Operator: I'm going to put you through to Alex Danielson.
Peter Cohen: Danielson? Who's that?
CRT Operator: Director of Personnel. Please hold.
Peter Cohen: Personnel? No, no, wait, wait...
Voice: At CRT, we work with our clients... to provide effective and sustainable solutions... to the challenges they face in our fast-growing, global economy. As the premiere...
Alex Danielson: You've reached Alex Danielson. Personnel director at Crestin, Roland and Thomas. Please leave your name and number at the tone. And I will return your call as soon as possible.
Peter Cohen: This is Peter Cohen, I'm from Jackson, Mississippi. I'm a driver for CRT, my convoy was ambushed... by terrorists or insurgents. I don't know. I don't know who it was. I'm stuck, buried in a coffin. Please send help. I'm begging you. I think I'm in Cairo in the Dar El-Salam. Please send help right away. I can't breathe in here. I can't breathe. I don't know who else to call. Please send help...
Peter Cohen: Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!!! FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!
Peter Cohen: Come on.
Peter Cohen: Hello? Is anybody there? Hello?
Peter Cohen: Hello?
Jafari: Breathe no breathe, American? Ah? Breathe no breathe?
Peter Cohen: Hold on? I don't know what you're saying. Who is this?
Jafari: American can breathe no breathe?
Peter Cohen: No, I can't breathe. Please get me out of here.
Jafari: Get out?
Peter Cohen: Yes, get me out. please help.
Jafari: Soldier.
Peter Cohen: No, no I'm not a soldier. I'm a truck driver. Just a contractor.
Jafari: Contractor?
Peter Cohen: Yeah. A contractor. Not a soldier.
Jafari: Blackwater?
Peter Cohen: No, not for Blackwater. I'm not a security contractor. I'm just a truck driver. That's all.
Jafari: You are American.
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Jafari: Then you are soldier.
Peter Cohen: No, I'm not. I'm here unarmed. But, you still shot at us.
Jafari: In head and in throat, so you tell no more lies.
Peter Cohen: I'm not lying! We were all drivers.
Jafari: Drive what?
Peter Cohen: Trucks. The trucks you see driving around with the supplies? That's me, that's us, that's all. not soldier. Truck driver.
Jafari: 5 million money.
Peter Cohen: What? 5 million money tonight 9 PM or you stay. Buried like dog.
Peter Cohen: 5 million dollars? From who?
Jafari: Your family.
Peter Cohen: My family doesn't have 5 million dollars. If they did, I wouldn't be here.
Jafari: From Embassy.
Peter Cohen: I don't know, yeah, yeah... If you let me out of here, they'll pay you the money. Yeah!
Jafari: 9 PM, 5 million money.
Peter Cohen: What's her number?
Male Voice: What city and listing, please?
Peter Cohen: Jackson, Mississippi. I'm looking for Dana Miller.
I have two Dana Millers, sir.
Male Voice: One on Federal Road and one on Ardmore Avenue.
Peter Cohen: Ardmore Avenue... No. Shit, I don't know. Just give me that one.
Male Voice: Ardmore Avenue?
Peter Cohen: Yes, Ardmore Avenue.
Male Voice: Please hold for your number.
Voice: The number you requested, 769-365-1997 can automatically be dialed...
Peter Cohen: Come on! Where is everybody?
Dana Miller: Hello?
Peter Cohen: Dana, it's Peter.
Dana Miller: Hey, how's it going? I need to talk to Lisa. She's not answering her phone. I've been taken hostage by...
Dana Miller: Fooled you, I'm not really home. But if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I get in. Bye-bye.
Peter Cohen: Dana, I need to talk to Lisa. It's an absolute emergency. Have her call me. Use star sixty-nine and have her call me to this number I'm calling from...
Dana Miller: Peter?
Peter Cohen: Dana!
Dana Miller: What do you want?
Peter Cohen: I need to talk to Lisa. Where is she?
Dana Miller: I don't know. I didn't talk to her all day...
Peter Cohen: Are you near a computer or something?
Dana Miller: Yeah. Why?
Peter Cohen: Okay. I need you to Look up a number for me, the State Department.
Dana Miller: I was just heading out to the supermarket. I really don't have time...
Peter Cohen: Dana, please, just get me the number.
Dana Miller: Is everything alright?
Peter Cohen: No! Everything is not alright! So, please, just look up the number.
Dana Miller: Don't fucking yell at me, Peter.
Peter Cohen: I'm not yelling! Dana.
Dana Miller: Yes you are.
Peter Cohen: Just get me the fucking number! Just get me the number! Just get me the fucking number!
Peter Cohen: Fuck! Stupid fucking c***! fuck you, bitch! fuck you, fuck you!
Dana Miller: What?
Peter Cohen: Dana... I'm very sorry I yelled at you, I shouldn't have done that. But the moment I'm asking you to give this number, if you don't, I'm gonna die.
Dana Miller: What?
Peter Cohen: Please. I don't have time to explain, the number.
Dana Miller: Okay, hold on.
[short pause]
Dana Miller: Okay. State department.
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Dana Miller: It's... 202...
Peter Cohen: 202...
Dana Miller: 647...
Peter Cohen: 647...
Dana Miller: ...6575.
Peter Cohen: 6575.
Dana Miller: Yeah.
Peter Cohen: Okay. Fuck you.
State Department Representative: United States Department of State.
Peter Cohen: I'm an American citizen... working in Egypt. I've been taken hostage. I need to speak to someone right away.
State Department Representative: Where are you calling from, sir?
Peter Cohen: From Egypt. I'm a truck driver for CRT, Crestin, Roland and Thomas. We were attacked and now I'm being held for ransom.
State Department Representative: Are the kidnappers with you?
Peter Cohen: No. I'm buried somewhere.
State Department Representative: You're buried?
Peter Cohen: Yeah, in a coffin. A wooden box. It's an old coffin, I think.
State Department Representative: Did you try contacting the military out there?
Peter Cohen: I was given a number to call, a safety number. But the people took it.
State Department Representative: The people holding you hostage?
Peter Cohen: Yeah, yeah!
State Department Representative: Hold on. Let me connect you...
Peter Cohen: No. Don't put me on hold... No!
Ramona Brennan: Ramona Brennan.
Peter Cohen: Hello?
Ramona Brennan: Yes, Hello. I was just informed of your situation.
Peter Cohen: Yeah, my situation. I'm running out of time and you people keep putting me on hold. What the hell is wrong with you?
Ramona Brennan: I'm sorry.
Peter Cohen: Don't be sorry. Just help me.
Ramona Brennan: I just have a few questions for you, Mister Cohen.
Peter Cohen: You've got to be kidding me.
Ramona Brennan: It's important that I get this information. It will make a rescue attempt...
Peter Cohen: Wait, wait, wait... How did you know my name?
Ramona Brennan: I'm sorry?
Peter Cohen: I never gave you my name. I don't think I gave it to the other guy, either. What the hell is going on right now?
Ramona Brennan: We received a call from a representative at CRT.
Peter Cohen: Yeah...
Ramona Brennan: He contacted us right away.
Peter Cohen: Well, since you know what the hell... is going on, what have you done to get me out of here?
Ramona Brennan: There's little we can do from Washington.
Peter Cohen: So, that's it? I'm just supposed to rot in here because there's little you can do?
Ramona Brennan: No.
Peter Cohen: Then what?
Ramona Brennan: I need to know where you were when your convoy was ambushed.
Peter Cohen: In Cairo in the Dar El-Salam.
Ramona Brennan: Okay. And has contact been made with the kidnappers?
Peter Cohen: Yes. The guy told me that he wants 5 million dollars by 9:00 tonight.
Ramona Brennan: Or else...?
Peter Cohen: Or else he'll bring me to Sea World. What do you think, lady?
Ramona Brennan: We'll do everything we can.
Peter Cohen: So you'll pay them?
Ramona Brennan: No. That we can't do.
Peter Cohen: Wait... What?
Ramona Brennan: It's the policy of the United States government...
Peter Cohen: That's bullshit... come on!
Ramona Brennan: to not negotiate with terrorists.
Peter Cohen: You're sitting in an air conditioned office somewhere. It's easy for you to say... You're not the one stuck in a coffin... buried in the God damn desert!
Ramona Brennan: I understand your frustration...
Peter Cohen: Frustration? Lady, I'm going to fucking die in here. Understand that! Hello?
Ramona Brennan: I'm here.
Peter Cohen: Well, then say something. Tell me how you're going to get me out of here.
Ramona Brennan: What's the number on the phone you're calling from?
Peter Cohen: I don't know. Did it come up on your end?
Ramona Brennan: No. It's listed as unavailable. Can you remember a number?
Peter Cohen: Yeah... No! I have a pencil.
Ramona Brennan: Okay, write this down.
Peter Cohen: Just a second... Go ahead.
Ramona Brennan: 847.
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Ramona Brennan: 197.
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Ramona Brennan: 3900.
Peter Cohen: 3900. Who's that?
Ramona Brennan: Dean Bell. He's the commander of a Hostage Working Group over in Egypt.
Peter Cohen: Hostage Working Group?
Ramona Brennan: We formed it in 2000 to deal with situations such as yours.
Peter Cohen: Situations. I love how you keep calling it that.
Ramona Brennan: Did you write down the number?
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Ramona Brennan: Good. Hold on, I'll connect you with him now. He should be expecting you.
Peter Cohen: What about the news? I'm going to call them.
Ramona Brennan: No. Do not contact the news. I repeat, do not contact the news. It will only complicate things further and threaten your chances of rescue.
Peter Cohen: You don't go looking for something if you don't know it's missing.
Ramona Brennan: We are running out of time, Peter. That's why you need to contact Dean Bell right away.
Peter Cohen: Fine.
Ramona Brennan: I'm transferring you now.
Dean Bell: Bell.
Peter Cohen: Dean Bell?
Dean Bell: Is this Peter Cohen?
Peter Cohen: Yes, yes it's me.
Dean Bell: Peter, I was informed of what's going on. I want you to know that we're already working on trying to get you out of there.
Peter Cohen: Oh, thank you, God.
Dean Bell: I was told that we have until 9pm. Is that right?
Peter Cohen: That's what he said.
Dean Bell: Alright. That doesn't give us a whole lot of time. And just so I have this right, the kidnappers buried you in the ground?
Peter Cohen: Yeah, in an old, wooden coffin.
Dean Bell: Okay. My guess is that since you're able to get a cell signal... you're no more than a few feet underground.
Peter Cohen: I don't know. Maybe.
Dean Bell: What about battery life? How much does the phone have left?
Peter Cohen: Less than half.
Dean Bell: Okay. You have to conserve that battery. Our best bet of finding you is by tracking your cell signal. Is the ringer set on a sound or vibrate?
Peter Cohen: Vibrate.
Dean Bell: Press and hold down the asterisk key to change it to a ring tone. It will use less power.
Peter Cohen: What about my Zippo?
Dean Bell: You have a lighter?
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Dean Bell: Use it to look around for markings, a logo...
Peter Cohen: Won't it use up oxygen?
Dean Bell: Don't worry about that now. Try to find...
Peter Cohen: It's really dark in here without it.
Dean Bell: I understand, Peter. Try to find anything in there that might indicate where that coffin was made.
Peter Cohen: You guys have to hurry.
Dean Bell: We're working as fast as we can, Peter.
Peter Cohen: Do you know if there were any other survivors?
Dean Bell: From your convoy?
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Dean Bell: That's still unclear at this point.
Peter Cohen: I just wanted to do right by my family. That's all. I didn't know it was going to be like this over here.
Dean Bell: I don't think any of us did.
Peter Cohen: It's him. He's calling.
Dean Bell: The kidnapper?
Peter Cohen: Yeah. What do I do?
Dean Bell: You know his number?
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Dean Bell: Give it to me.
Peter Cohen: What about the call?
Dean Bell: Give me the number first.
Peter Cohen: He's going to hang up.
Dean Bell: Take the call... Just take the call.
Peter Cohen: But... OK.
Peter Cohen: Hello.
Jafari: Two hour, four minute.
Peter Cohen: You have to give me more time.
Jafari: You talk to embassy? They give money?
Peter Cohen: Yes. No. I talked to... someone. Government. They said that they won't pay the money.
Jafari: No pay?
Peter Cohen: No. They said that they don't negotiate with terrorists.
Jafari: Terrorists? I am terrorist?
Peter Cohen: Yes. You are terrorist, you son of a bitch.
Jafari: You are terrified, so I am terrorist?
Peter Cohen: What did I ever do to you?
Jafari: Ever do?
Peter Cohen: Yeah. I'm here because it's a job, to make money. That's it.
Jafari: I have job until you come. Now, my family have nothing.
Peter Cohen: That's not my fault!
Jafari: 911 was not my fault, but still you are here! Saddam was not my fault, but still you are here!
Peter Cohen: I told you, I'm only here to work. To help rebuild.
Jafari: Rebuild what you destroyed.
Peter Cohen: Stop! Just please, stop! I'm just a guy. I'm just a truck driver. Okay? I'm nobody that makes decisions about anything. I just want to go home. Hello?
Jafari: You make video, ransom video.
Peter Cohen: Yeah. If you let me go, I'll make the video.
Jafari: No. You make video now.
Peter Cohen: What...? How?
Jafari: You use video on phone. Near foot. You read note near foot in box.
Peter Cohen: Where? I don't see...
Jafari: Near foot. Read note inside box.
Peter Cohen: Okay, okay... If I make it, will you let me go? Only if we get money. Nobody's going to pay five million dollars for me.
Jafari: We take less. One million money.
Peter Cohen: If they pay it, will you let me go?
Jafari: One million money.
Steven Cohen:Thanks for calling the Cohen's. We're not home right now. Please leave a message at the beep. Thanks.
Peter Cohen: Shit.
Dean Bell: Peter?
Peter Cohen: Here's his number...
Dean Bell: Hold on. Alright, go ahead.
Peter Cohen: Okay. Alright... It's 20-2-698-5194.
Dean Bell: Okay. This is huge, Peter. Unless they're using a cloned line... we should be able to find where this is coming from in minutes.
Peter Cohen: What about me? Can you track my cell signal?
Dean Bell: We're having a lot of trouble with yours. Seems to be an EDS line, probably through one of the Egyptian carriers.
Peter Cohen: What does that mean?
Dean Bell: That... it's not going to be easy.
Peter Cohen: He wants me to make a ransom video.
Dean Bell: No. Hold off for as long as you can.
Peter Cohen: If it's going to get me out of here, I'm making it.
Dean Bell: The last thing we want is for this to end up all over Al Jazeera.
Peter Cohen: We?
Dean Bell: This can't turn into an international incident.
Peter Cohen: That's all you people care about! Don't you care about me? We do. What about me?
Dean Bell: We do, Peter, We do. That's why we're here...
Peter Cohen: No you don't! You don't care about me. You don't care about any of us. I've had eight friends killed out here, six of them today.
Dean Bell: Listen to me...
Peter Cohen: We don't have any guns, any armor. Nothing.
Dean Bell: You're not soldiers.
Peter Cohen: Tell that to the people who put me in this box!
Dean Bell: Peter, listen.
Peter Cohen: Tell that to the people who shot my friends!
Dean Bell: We're doing the best we can.
Peter Cohen: No, you're not. No!
Dean Bell: Okay, calm down.
Peter Cohen: All you care about is your secret plans and your back room politics. If I were some diplomat or a hostage working group leader... or whatever your fuck title is, I'd be out of here by now. But I'm not, so I'm just supposed to keep my mouth shut and die.
Dean Bell: I need you to stay focused, Peter.
Peter Cohen: Fuck you.
Dean Bell: Peter, listen to me, finding you is our primary concern. Bottom line. And we're searching just as hard as we would be for a four-star general... So don't literally waste your breath suggesting otherwise. Are you injured, Peter? Are you okay?
Peter Cohen: Who are they? The people who put me here?
Dean Bell: They're just that, people. No different from you and me.
Peter Cohen: I'm no terrorist.
Dean Bell: Neither are they.
Peter Cohen: How do you know that?
Dean Bell: If you were homeless, starving... Actually, I take that back. If your family was homeless and starving... What would you do for them?
Peter Cohen: I wouldn't kill someone.
Dean Bell: How can you be sure?
Peter Cohen: What difference does it make?
Dean Bell: They're criminals, desperate ones at that. They don't care about anything other than getting the money.
Peter Cohen: So pay them, just pay them.
Dean Bell: Trust me, if it was an option, I would do that in a heartbeat.
Peter Cohen: How many others have there been?
Dean Bell: Since I got here?
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Dean Bell: Several. Journalists, contractors, soldiers... hundreds have been taken. It's one of the only functioning businesses out here.
Peter Cohen: How many have you rescued? How many?
Dean Bell: Not many.
Peter Cohen: Tell me their names.
Dean Bell: No.
Peter Cohen: Give me a name.
Dean Bell: Who?
Peter Cohen: Any of them. Make me know they really do matter to you.
Dean Bell: Mack Webb.
Peter Cohen: Who was Mack Webb?
Dean Bell: A kid from Massachusetts. 26 years old. Med student. Came over here to help out local doctors.
Peter Cohen: What happened to him?
Dean Bell: Insurgents grabbed him.
Peter Cohen: When?
Dean Bell: About three weeks ago.
Peter Cohen: You remember his name.
Dean Bell: I remember all their names. Did he...? Is he...?
Dean Bell: Yes. Yes, he's alive.
Peter Cohen: Where is he now?
Dean Bell: Home. Probably happy to be back at school.
Peter Cohen: I want to get out of here.
Dean Bell: We found him, we'll find you, too.
Peter Cohen: How?
Dean Bell: We already have a solid lead on the number you gave us.
Peter Cohen: You do?
Dean Bell: A unit's on it's way over there now.
Peter Cohen: That feel's good.
Dean Bell: Yeah.
Peter Cohen: What should I do in the meantime?
Dean Bell: I know it's hard, but try to relax. The more worked up you are, the more air you're going to use.
Peter Cohen: I can't help it. I have anxiety. I take pills for it.
Dean Bell: Do you have them with you?
Peter Cohen: Yeah.
Dean Bell: Good, take them. You need to preserve your oxygen level any way you can. Is your Zippo still lit.
Peter Cohen: No. Not anymore..
Dean Bell: Good.
Peter Cohen: I feel nauseous..
Dean Bell: You have to calm down. And you need to save that battery. We're expecting some intel in about ten minutes. Call me back then. Just hang in there, Peter. Yeah.
Peter Cohen: I'm trying.
Peter Cohen: What?
Jafari: Did you make video?
Peter Cohen: No.
Jafari: You make video!
Peter Cohen: Let me out and I'll make it.
Jafari: No! You make video now.
Peter Cohen: In box. I can't read the paper.
Jafari: Make video now!
Peter Cohen: I don't know what you want me to say. I can't read the paper.
Jafari: You make video now.
Peter Cohen: Fuck!
Peter Cohen: Come on, Come on. Come on, Come on. Come on, Come on.
Nursing Home Nurse: Mountain View Nursing Home.
Peter Cohen: I was hoping I could speak with Mary Cohen, please.
Nursing Home Nurse: Um... okay. Ah... let me bring the cordless phone to her room. Hold on a moment, please.
Nursing Home Nurse: Misses Cohen, you have a telephone call.
Mary Cohen: Hello?
Peter Cohen: Mom... it's Peter.
Mary Cohen: Who?
Peter Cohen: It's Peter. Your son.
Mary Cohen: My son?
Peter Cohen: It's okay, Mom. How are you?
Mary Cohen: I'm fine. Who are you?
Peter Cohen: It's your son, Mom. It's Pete.
Mary Cohen: Pete?
Peter Cohen: Yeah. Remember? We lived over on Colfax Street, in the duplex. Remember?
Mary Cohen: Pete?
Peter Cohen: Yeah. That's right.
Mary Cohen: Is this Pete?
Peter Cohen: It is, Mom. It's Pete. How's everything at the home?
Mary Cohen: Very nice. Your father and I have been playing gin rummy every night.
Peter Cohen: Yeah... I don't think Pop's there with you, Mom.
Mary Cohen: How are you doing, sweetie?
Peter Cohen: Not very good. This may be the last time I talk to you.
Mary Cohen: That's nice, honey.
Peter Cohen: Did you get the flowers I sent a few months ago?
Mary Cohen: Flowers?
Peter Cohen: Yeah. I sent... never mind. Look, I... I'm going to go now. I just wanted to talk to you, I love you, Mom. I love you, Mom. Did you hear me?
Mary Cohen: Yes, dear. Your father and I have been playing gin rummy every night.
Peter Cohen: Okay, Mom. Tell Pop I said hi.
Peter Cohen: No, no, no! No, no, no!
Jafari: Video make?
Peter Cohen: Let her go. Please. Please don't hurt her.
Jafari: We shoot her if you no make video.
Peter Cohen: No! No, please no shoot. No shoot her.
Jafari: You get money. American million.
Jafari: I will, I promise. Just don't shoot her. She's a mother, she's got two kids.
Jafari: Two kids?
Peter Cohen: Yes. She has two kids.
Jafari: I have five. Now only one. You make video. Now!
Peter Cohen: Wait... I can't read the paper.
Jafari: No wait! I give three seconds. Three... Two...
Peter Cohen: Okay! Okay, I'll make the video. Just, please, don't shoot. I need to hang up to make the video. Okay? Is that okay?
Jafari: You have three minute to send video.
Peter Cohen: My name is Peter Cohen. I'm an American citizen from Jackson, Mississippi. I'm a civilian truck driver for Crestin, Roland and Thomas. I've been taken hostage somewhere in Egypt... I need one million dollars by nine o'clock tonight, Helwan time. or else I'll be left to die in this coffin I'm buried in. I've been told that if the money is paid... I've been told that if the money is paid I will be let go. If it's not, I will be left to die in here. These threats are real and will be followed through on.
Peter Cohen: Oh, my...
Peter Cohen: I got you!
Peter Cohen: I got you.
Lisa Cohen: Hi, this is Lisa. Please leave a message. Thanks and have a great day.
Peter Cohen: Lisa, the number for the phone. I got it. It's 20-2-810-7178. You have to use the international calling code, baby. Call me as soon as you get this. I love you...
Peter Cohen: Oh shit. Shit.
Penny Latini: My name is Penny Latini. I'm a food service worker at F.O.B. Anaconda, employed by Crestin, Roland and Thomas. My captor's requests for ransom have gone unanswered, and - Please... no!
Penny Latini: Please... no!
Steven Cohen:Thanks for calling the Cohen's. We're not home right now. Please leave a message at the beep. Thanks.
Dean Bell: hy the hell did you make that video?
Peter Cohen: It's all a bunch of lies.
Dean Bell: What is? What are you talking about?
Peter Cohen: All of it.
Dean Bell: All of what?
Peter Cohen: Nobody gives a shit about any of us. We're nothing to you people.
Dean Bell: We're going to find you.
Peter Cohen: Fuck off. You babysitting me! You just gonna stay with until I die.
Dean Bell: You can't start breaking on me now, Peter. You have to stay strong.
Peter Cohen: They shot her... and you didn't do anything.
Dean Bell: We didn't even know she's been taken hostage.
Peter Cohen: She sent three videos.
Dean Bell: That's what they told her to say.
Peter Cohen: Why?
Dean Bell: I don't know.
Peter Cohen: What do you know?
Dean Bell: That your ransom video already has 47,000 hits on YouTube. And all the major networks are playing it, including Al Jazeera. So, now your captors have no choice but to follow through.
Peter Cohen: I found out the number to this phone.
Dean Bell: How?
Peter Cohen: Who cares? I figured that out, and you didn't. Why?
Dean Bell: Because I didn't. Just like you and every other person on this planet... there are some things I know and some things I don't.
Peter Cohen: Then how are you going to get me out of here?
Dean Bell: Their signal was cloned, like we figured. But, we're close. Really close.
Peter Cohen: I'm near a Mosque. I could hear the call to prayer over the P.A.
Dean Bell: Good. That means that we're in the right area.
Peter Cohen: You're nearby?
Dean Bell: I spoke with soldiers from the third ID who were escorting your convoy.
Peter Cohen: They're alive?
Dean Bell: Not all of them. Both Bradley tanks were hit with IEDs. The rest got caught in small arms fire. What the hell happened out there, Peter? Peter. Peter?
Peter Cohen: Fuck!
Peter Cohen: Hello? Hello? Who's there?
Alex Danielson: Is this Peter Cohen?
Peter Cohen: Yes. Yes, this is Peter. Who are you?
Alex Danielson: Peter, my name's Alex Danielson. I'm the personnel director here at Crestin, Roland and Thomas.
Peter Cohen: I left you a message.
Alex Danielson: You did. I also heard from Ramona Brennan over at the State Department. Are you able to speak on the status of your situation?
Peter Cohen: It's worse. There was an explosion or something. there's sand is coming through. I only have a half an hour before--
Alex Danielson: Okay, okay. Slow down. You should try to stay calm. Tell me something, Peter, who have you spoken to?
Peter Cohen: The hostage takers, Dean Bell from the hostage working group...
Alex Danielson: Okay, Peter. I'm with you. How about the media. I know your ransom video leaked... But have you spoken...
Peter Cohen: No.
Alex Danielson: Directly to anyone about what's going on?
Peter Cohen: No, no, no.
Alex Danielson: That's good. It needs to stay that way. It's important that we keep this situation as contained as possible.
Peter Cohen: This situation in the coffin... I think it's pretty contained. Help me! Help me! What are you doing right now to help me?!
Alex Danielson: I know you're upset. And, from what I've been told, steps are being taken to get you out of there. So, hopefully it won't be much longer.
Peter Cohen: Thank God.
Alex Danielson: I'm going to switch on a recorder right now. Just a second... This is Alex Danielson, Personnel Director for Crestin, Roland and Thomas, Incorporated. The date is October 20, 2003. I am speaking with Peter Cohen. Mister Cohen, are you aware that I'm recording this conversation?
Peter Cohen: What...?
Alex Danielson: Please answer the question.
Peter Cohen: Shit.
Alex Danielson: Mister Cohen?
Peter Cohen: Yeah, yeah!
Alex Danielson: And do I have your permission to do so?
Peter Cohen: Why do you need my permission? What is about?
Alex Danielson: I need you to answer yes or no, please.
Peter Cohen: Yes. Yes! Alright?
Alex Danielson: Thank you. Now, Mister Cohen, when were you hired by CRT?
Peter Cohen: About nine months ago. Around January or December. What is all this?
Alex Danielson: I have your official date of hire as January 1st. Is that correct?
Peter Cohen: Who cares? This is fucking crazy...
Alex Danielson: January 1st. Is that correct?
Peter Cohen: Yes!
Alex Danielson: And during your initial training, before being sent to Egypt... Were you made aware of the dangers inherent to the position for which you were hired.
Peter Cohen: You mean when I came down there to Dallas. and you guys said that all of the trucks would be armored and have bulletproof glass? You mean when you told us that things were safer than ever over here? Is that when I was made aware?
Alex Danielson: I need you to answer yes or no, please.
Peter Cohen: Yes.
Alex Danielson: During that time, did you also receive and sign an employment contract with CRT... which thoroughly explained company policy to protect your specific terms of employment?
Peter Cohen: Yeah, I signed a bunch of things.
Alex Danielson: Yes or no.
Peter Cohen: Yes. I signed the contract. Yes!
Alex Danielson: It's our understanding that you were taken hostage in Egypt two hours ago. Is that also correct?
Peter Cohen: Yes. I think it's a fair assessment of the situation, you fucking dick! What is the point of all this?
Alex Danielson: Our legal department requires that we obtain a sworn affidavit from employees... confirming that they understand the reasons for their forced separation from the company. As of this morning, your employment with CRT was officially terminated.
Peter Cohen: Wait, wait, wait... what?
Alex Danielson: It was brought to our attention that you were engaging in relations... with a fellow CRT employee, Penny Latini.
Peter Cohen: No. Wait...
Alex Danielson: Stipulated in your contract was a fraternization clause, in which it was stated quite clearly that any relationship, be it romantic or sexual in nature deemed inappropriate by CRT senior officials is grounds for immediate termination.
Peter Cohen: We... we were just friends.
Alex Danielson: Our records indicate differently.
Peter Cohen: You records are wrongs.
Alex Danielson: We're also legally required to inform you that... because you were technically no longer under the employ of CRT at the time of your abduction... we cannot be held accountable for any injury that may befall upon you... after your official date and time of termination. Therefore, in your case, that includes this incident or any consequences that may result from it.
Peter Cohen: What about my insurance money? My family will need that money...
Alex Danielson: Given that you were alive up until the time of your termination...
Peter Cohen: Don't do this.
Alex Danielson: Do you understand everything...
Peter Cohen: Don't do this!
Alex Danielson: Do you understand everything you've been told, Mister Cohen? Mister Cohen?
Peter Cohen: You're piece of shit!
Alex Danielson: That concludes our interview with Peter Cohen. I am now turning off the recorder.
Peter Cohen: You put me here.
Alex Danielson: I'm sorry.
Peter Cohen: Fuck!
Dean Bell: Peter, is that you?
Peter Cohen: They're dead.
Dean Bell: How do you know that?
Peter Cohen: I just do.
Dean Bell: Three F-16s levelled parts of the city a few minutes ago.
Peter Cohen: Yeah! I know. I felt it was for me. Did they know I was here?
Dean Bell: Yeah.
Peter Cohen: Did they care? These people that took me... if they're dead... they can't tell you where I am.
Dean Bell: We can still try to track down your signal.
Peter Cohen: You tried that already.
Dean Bell: We can try again.
Peter Cohen: It's over, isn't it?
Dean Bell: No. Yeah.
Peter Cohen: What should I do?
Dean Bell: I don't know.
Peter Cohen: It's weird.
Dean Bell: What is?
Peter Cohen: Knowing.
Dean Bell: I wish this could have gone differently, Peter.
Peter Cohen: Yeah... me too. Me too.
Peter Cohen: My name is Peter Spencer Cohen. Social Security number 048-62-1202. date of birth 3/17/73. This video will serve as my last will and testament. To my wife, Lisa Cohen... I leave the seven hundred dollars in my personal savings. And whatever I have left in my annuity. To my son, Steven Cohen... I don't have... My clothes... I leave you my clothes. Which you will grow into. Not this ones. It's all I have... I wish I had more... for you. Maybe if I was a famous baseball player, or a guy who wore a suit to work... I would have more to leave you. But, you can be one of those people if you want. Yeah. Just promise me that when you get older, you'll take good care of your mom. And... I don't know... That you'll always try to do the right thing. I love you very much, Steven. Maybe I never said that enough... Maybe I did, I don't even know. That probably means I didn't. I'm sorry, Lisa. I should have listened to you.
Peter Cohen: You're not dead. Hello? Hello?!
Jafari: Where is money?
Peter Cohen: I don't know.
Jafari: What don't know?
Peter Cohen: I don't know where it is.
Jafari: Liar! I'm not lying!
Peter Cohen: I swear.
Jafari: Swear?
Peter Cohen: I swear. I'm telling the truth.
Jafari: From Embassy.
Peter Cohen: No!
Jafari: You get money now!
Peter Cohen: I can't!
Jafari: You will!
Peter Cohen: I need more time. Please.
Jafari: No more time!
Peter Cohen: There's sand pouring in here. It's everywhere. Let me out of here. I will get you the money...
Jafari: You show blood.
Peter Cohen: What?
Jafari: You show blood, they give money. You cut finger, send video.
Peter Cohen: I'm not doing that.
Jafari: Yes.
Peter Cohen: No.
Jafari: No?
Peter Cohen: No, That's right, no. You let me out of here, and I'll cut off my whole God damn hand if you want.
Jafari: You have wife?
Peter Cohen: Yes, I do. And a son. A young son. I want to see them. Please, sir.
Jafari: Sir?
Peter Cohen: Yes. Sir. I say that out of respect... to you.
Jafari: 1704 N State Street, Jackson, Mississippi. U.S.A.
Peter Cohen: That's my... why did you say that?
Jafari: You show blood... or they show blood.
Peter Cohen: No. That's... you're lying. You can't get to them.
Jafari: No?
Peter Cohen: No. No. You're peasants, you're fucking criminals, that's all. You don't even know where Mississippi is. Gulfport. Clarksdale.
Peter Cohen: You looked at a map. You looked at a map.
Jafari: You show blood, or they show blood. Send video by five minutes.
Lisa Cohen: Hi, this is Lisa. Please leave a message. Thanks and have a great day.
Peter Cohen: Lisa, listen to me, you and Steven have to go somewhere... Okay? Do not go back to the house. Do not go back to the house. ...he knows where you live. He stole my license. Go to the Sheriff's station if you have to, just don't go home.
Dean Bell: This is Dean Bell. Please leave a message at the tone.
Peter Cohen: Bell, where are you?! The guy is still alive! He just called me! He's still alive!
Peter Cohen: They can't find them. They... can't. There's no way. No, no, no, no.
Penny Latini: My name is Penny Latini. I'm a food service worker at F.O.B. Anaconda, employed by Crestin, Roland and Thomas. My captor's requests for ransom have gone unanswered, and - Please... no!
U.S.A. Soldier: Are you okay? Talk to me. Peter. Are you okay?
Peter Cohen: Yeah?
Dean Bell: Peter, it's Bell. Are you there, Peter?
Peter Cohen: I'm... here.
Dean Bell: We're coming for you now. You hear me? We know where you are.
Peter Cohen: You're coming?
Dean Bell: We are, Peter. We're almost there now.
Peter Cohen: How do you know?
Dean Bell: Coalition forces picked up a Shi'ite insurgent just outside of Helwan. Said he knew where an American was buried alive. He agreed to show us where if we let him go.
Peter Cohen: You're coming for me?
Dean Bell: We're practically there already.
Peter Cohen: You have to hurry.
Dean Bell: We are, Peter.
Peter Cohen: The sand...
Dean Bell: Just hang in there for three more minutes. This will all be over soon, I promise.
Peter Cohen: Okay. I believe you.
Dean Bell: Three minutes. Try to... Hang in there for three more minutes.
Peter Cohen: Thank you. Thank you.
Dean Bell: This will all be over soon, I promise.
Dean Bell: I have to go! Call me right back. Call me right back. Please! Lisa? Lisa!
Lisa Cohen: Peter? Peter is that you? Tell me it's you.
Peter Cohen: It's me, sweetie.
Lisa Cohen: Oh my God, Peter! What are they doing to you? Please tell me you're okay. I just saw the news...
Peter Cohen: That's okay. It's all okay. They're getting me out.
Lisa Cohen: They are?
Peter Cohen: It's gonna be okay.
Lisa Cohen: Oh thank God. Oh dear God.
Peter Cohen: They are on their way. It's all going to be okay.
Lisa Cohen: I was so afraid I was going to lose you. I love you so much. I love you so, so much.
Peter Cohen: I love you so much. I'm sorry. I should have listened to you.
Lisa Cohen: Sweetie, I don't care. I just want you home. Please come home to me.
Peter Cohen: I will.
Lisa Cohen: Swear it.
Peter Cohen: I swear. I swear I will.
Lisa Cohen: I love you. I love you so much.
Peter Cohen: I know. They're here!
Lisa Cohen: Okay.
Peter Cohen: I have to go.
Lisa Cohen: Call me right away.
Peter Cohen: I will... I love you.
Lisa Cohen: I love you. Swear it again.
Peter Cohen: I swear. I have to go.
Lisa Cohen: Come home to me.
Dean Bell: Move! Move! Let's go. Peter? Peter? Corporal, get your men over here!
Peter Cohen: You have to hurry. It's almost full.
Dean Bell: Just hang in there!
Peter Cohen: I can't... Are you close?
Dean Bell: We're almost there.
Peter Cohen: I can't hear you! Where are you? Please open it. Please open it. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry, please! Hurry! Hurry!
Dean Bell: Oh, God! Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Peter.
Peter Cohen: What?! What?!
Dean Bell: It's Mack Webb. He brought us to Mack Webb. I'm sorry, Peter. I'm so sorry.
Dean Bell: I'm sorry, Peter. I'm so sorry.