The basement's dark, cold and damp. Candlelight's the only thing we can see, alongside three figures crammed around a tied up Donny, shaking on the hard, wooden chair.
Wearing masks, bandanas and brandishing weapons, one of the men has a baseball bat, another has a knife and the third a gun.
Knifeman pokes the knife at Donny's chest. Every organ is ready to explode out of his soaking body. He tries his best not to cry as he looks up at the masked man:
"Where is it?"
"I told ye, I-I don't 'ave it!" He yells back. Bat man kicks him in the stomach. "I-I mean it!"
"Bullshite!" He roars back. "Now where is it?"
"I-I-I don't 'ave it! My-my mates do!"
Gun man cocks his gun and shoves it into Donny's temples as hard as he can: "WHERE. IS. THE. BAG?!"
