Jefferson Billings:
[answers the phone]
Hello?
Gianni Chellini:
Put me on the speaker so you don't have to repeat the instructions. In the next two hours, you'll get five million dollars in non-sequential one hundred-dollar bills. You put them in a waterproof suitcase. You go to the Bayfront Park, personally. There will be a blue Chrysler parked on the side. You place the suitcase in the trunk, and you leave.
Jefferson Billings:
I don't know if I can get five million dollars in two hours...
Gianni Chellini:
Mr. Billings, please. I read the newspapers. The day you were appointed to your current position, your net worth exceeded one hundred million dollars, so... you won't even feel the bite.
Jefferson Billings:
What... guarantee do I have that you won't harm my son?
Gianni Chellini:
[chuckles]
"Guarantee"? Mr. Billings, uh... I'm not a car dealer; don't let the charming accent and my grammatically impeccable syntax mislead you. I live in the jungle, and in the jungle, you either eat or be eaten. But, in the spirit of doing business, here is the guarantee: Ten minutes past the deadline, if the money doesn't arrive, I send a finger. Twenty minutes, a hand. Thirty minutes, a foot.
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