He's uh... he's a hostage

Sydney:
[John has called Sydney to his hotel room asking for help. Sydney knocks, John answers from behind the closed door]
John? Sydney:
...Sid? Sydney:
Yeah. Open up. John Finnegan:
...everything cool? Sydney:
What? Yeah, everything's cool. Are you alright? John Finnegan:
I'm fine. Sydney:
You gonna open the door? John Finnegan:
I said on the phone, you know... it's kinda screwed up. Sydney:
Yeah, so? Open the door, let's see what's going on. John Finnegan:
...you promise you'll help me? Sydney:
[growing exasperated]
John, it's cold out here, open the door. John Finnegan:
...is everything cool? Sydney:
John, open the goddamn door, will ya? Sydney:
[John finally unlocks and opens the door; Sydney enters]
Now what's going on, John? John Finnegan:
Just - shut the door. [the door is closed] Sydney:
Why are the lights out? John Finnegan:
Okay, Sid? Sydney:
Okay I'm not gonna... John Finnegan:
-let's just leave them off for a second... Sydney:
-I'm not gonna stand here with the lights out. [Sydney flips the light on] John Finnegan:
Okay now, you promised you'd help me. Sydney:
...what is this, John? John Finnegan:
I'm sorry, Sid. Sydney:
John, what is this? Who is this man? John Finnegan:
He's uh... he's a hostage