Hanna, this is Jim Cryer.
I need you to listen to me.
Do not call me threatening me.
I need to talk to you.
You don't have anything to say to me.
You still work for me, you know.
I work for your wife.
- Get off my damn phone, man. - Wait, wait.
I need a favor.
What do you want?
Did you change the password to the tracking
for my daughter Amanda's car?
What are you talking about?
Do you not hear well?
Keep it up.
I-- this is very important.
Man, get off my damn phone.
Hanna, this is a matter of life or death.
Look, I told you.
Do not threaten me.
No, I'm not talking about you and your kids.
I'm talking about my son.
I'm talking about Wyatt.
What about him?
I need the tracking number for your car,
the one my wife gave to you that used to belong to my daughter.
I'm really trying to be patient here, Hanna.
OK. You know what?
See, keep it up.
I need it, and you don't need to know why.