Here is my attempt at rewriting Bryan Mills' phone conversation with his daughter's captors in Old English:

Bryan: Hail, thou miscreants who hast taken mine daughter. Know that I have particular skills, skills I have acquired ov'r a v'ry long career. Skills that maketh me a nightmare f'r those such as thyself. If thou lettest her go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look f'r thee, I will not pursueth thee. But if thou dost not, I will look f'r thee, I will find thee, and I will kill thee.

Captor: (Laughter) Who is this? Who's speaking?

Bryan: It's Bryan Mills, Kim's father. The man whose daughter thou hast taken.

Captor: Ah Mr. Mills, we've been expecting your call. (Mocking tone): How's it going? Having a good day are we?

Bryan: Consider this a courtesy call. A chance f'r thee to do the right thing. Release my daughter, return her to safety. Once I know she is safe, I will go away and thou will nev'r hear from me again.

Captor: I'm sorry Mr. Mills, we can't do that. She's ours now. You'll have to find another daughter.

Bryan: If thou dost harm her in any way, if thou dost as much as touch a single hair on her head, I will not rest until I hunt down ev'ry last one of thee, and slay thee where thou stand.
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