Hello, and it's actually Louis somehow, he knows from just one word, not a member of staff. Daniel is so shocked-relieved-desperate (fucking help) that for a horrifying second he's too paralyzed to say anything. A comedic rare gem.

He clears the hurdle—

"Hey, Louis. Hi. It's Daniel Molloy." Out in a rush. He should have practiced what to say, he doesn't know how long he has. Every heartbeat (faster and faster) he expects to see a hand slide into frame and press the end call button. He did practice, he recited it all in his head, but it's gone now in a shaky flood of adrenaline. Scramble. "I'm in the Orion Hotel in Bishkek, staying on the top floor. I think." Pretty sure. "If you could find a way to get me out of here and away from him that'd be great. I understand if that's not a possibility," does he sound hysterical here? he hopes not, keep it together, clock's ticking, "and in that case, if you could just split whatever money you were going to send me and kick it to my daughters, I'd appreciate it. You don't owe me anything. I just—"

Just what? He freezes.

Didn't have anyone else. Who the fuck is going to help. At least Louis can give the girls money.