Girl in the Shed: The Kidnapping of Abby Hernandez (2022) - full transcript
Follow the search for Abby, who was kidnapped and psychologically and sexually abused, and her fight to stay alive in hopes of seeing her family again.
Mom? Why didn't you wake me up?
Ugh! I'm going to be so late.
I don't have any clean socks!
You know what,
I asked you if you wanted me
to wake you up,
but you said,
"No. Mom, you've hovering.
I'm 14 now.
I'm not a baby.
I can handle it on my own."
I can still hear you!
Yeah, well,
I'm not trying to be quiet!
I don't have any clean socks,
I'm gonna miss my bus!
Did you do the laundry?
I suggest the next time
you can't see the carpet
in your bedroom,
you do your own clothes.
Okay, well, a simple "no"
would have been fine!
I just bought these boots!
I need socks!
Did you pack a lunch?
No, I didn't have time.
I'm gonna miss the bus!
I love you.
Wait! Oh, just hold on!
Your socks!
Wait. Wait!
And there she goes.
Great.
Ow.
Stupid new boots.
Abby?
What are you doing?
Hey, Mr. Bryant.
Late for school.
I'm going right past it.
Thank you.
How's your dad?
I haven't seen him in a while.
He lives in Connecticut.
Ah. Hitchhiking?
My friends and I
do it sometimes.
I guess it's Conway, huh?
Everybody knows everybody.
Hey, Abby, uh,
so I was thinking maybe hitting
the fall festival tonight.
Don't know if, like,
everyone's going, so...
All the more reason not to.
Oh, yeah, I know, right?
Still could be fun,
though, you know.
Liz too, obviously.
Brenda Jacobs's parents
are out of town.
Party tonight.
And... Neal's gonna be there.
Neal, by definition,
is super-hot, so...
I'll have to check with my mom.
Just tell her
you're going to the festival.
I'm not gonna lie to her.
- But then she'll say no.
- I'll ask, okay?
Ow.
What the hell, Miranda?
Stop talking to Darren.
"A," I can talk
to whoever I want.
"B," Darren's a jerk.
You can have him.
It's a perfect match.
Well played.
Hey, Abby, sweetie!
Mom?
Yeah. I was on my lunch break.
How are your feet holding up?
They're killing me.
Thank you.
This is really sweet.
I know.
That's what moms are for.
I've got to go.
- Okay, love you.
- Mom!
See you after school.
Well, my parents
are totally cool about it
and Tammy said
she can pick you up.
Cool. I'll text you
when I get home.
Oh, I've got to go.
I'll see you guys later.
Okay.
Wait! Wait!
Looks like
you could use a ride.
Yeah.
New boots.
Hop on in.
Okay.
Ah. Thank you.
What's your name?
Abby.
You can drop me off
at Grant's Grill.
It's just a few miles.
Do you know where that is?
I can't say that I do.
You've never been
to Grant's Grill?
It's a... it's a left
at the next light there.
It's left here.
Yeah, uh...
do you mind if I stop
at the store real quick?
Sorry, I just
don't want to backtrack.
Okay.
I appreciate the ride,
but, um, I can walk from here.
Hey.
Scream or try and get out again,
I'll blow your brains out
or slit your throat.
Lean forward.
What?
Lean forward!
Keep your eyes closed.
Close your eyes.
- Please, let me go.
- Shh!
I promise not to say anything!
Shh!
Why are you doing this?
I'm really sorry.
I know that sounds insincere...
but I am.
Please let me go.
I promise I won't tell anyone.
Shut up!
Damn it!
Where's your phone?
I had to do this
so you know what happens
if you don't obey.
Come on.
Close your eyes.
Keep them closed!
Okay, okay!
Come on.
Don't open your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes!
Do not open them!
Sorry.
If you scream or move,
I'll blow your head off.
Got it?
Do what I want, I'll let you go.
Abby?
Hey, honey, I'm home.
Got you your favorite bagels.
Honey?
Oh, what a mess.
Hey. It's Mom.
Where are you?
Do you have plans tonight or...
am I gonna be
making dinner for two?
Call me back, please.
Please, God.
I never call on you.
Forgive me.
But I know you're here.
So please don't go.
Please, don't leave me alone.
I can't be alone.
You don't need to pray, Abby.
So I know
this isn't a great situation...
but I am gonna figure out
something more comfortable.
Why do I need something
more comfortable
if you're gonna let me go?
You should know...
that I'm really good with guns.
I, uh, served in the Army.
I've served in a lot of battles.
Won a lot of medals.
A lot of heroic stuff
that I'll tell you about
another time.
You should also know
that I belong to a militia.
Old war buddies.
And if you ever
try to get away
or turn me in,
my friends
will kill your entire family.
What time was that?
She was
finishing up some work
with a few of her friends...
I'd say 10, 15 minutes...
Then I saw her leave.
A lot of the kids were
talking about the festival.
Okay, thanks.
Let me know everything's okay.
I will.
Hello?
Hey, Liz, it's Zenya.
Is Abby with you?
No. We were supposed
to get together,
but she hasn't
returned any of my messages.
She's not home?
Did you see her get on the bus?
She missed the bus.
She texted me and said
she was walking home
even though her feet
were killing her, but...
Uh, so she didn't go
to the festival?
Not that I know of.
But she wouldn't
have gone without me.
Why? What's wrong?
Nothing, just tell her
to call me
if you talk to her, okay?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, thanks.
Abby...
Ah, there you are.
You just don't have your keys.
And you know what?
You need to give me a call.
We're opening this right now.
I know you had a day,
but it got worse after you left.
I swear,
if they don't hire more staff,
I am ready to quit that place.
What's wrong?
Abby didn't come home
from school.
- What?
- Nobody's seen her.
She's not answering her phone.
She always calls me back.
Let's not panic.
My son did the same thing
a couple weeks ago.
He was hanging out
with some girl,
his phone died, but he was fine.
I'm gonna drive around.
She's a teenage girl!
I'm sure she's fine!
She was supposed to be home
three hours ago.
This isn't like her.
I'm gonna...
- Zenya!
- Just call me if she comes home.
Excuse me!
What can I do for you, ma'am?
I'm looking for my daughter.
She hasn't come home
from school.
She is 14 years old,
she's not answering her phone,
and her friends
haven't seen her.
How long since she left school?
Uh, it's been about four hours.
She was walking home.
I just... I was worried
about any kind of accident,
anything involving
a 14-year-old girl.
Well, I haven't heard anything
on the scanner,
but I can put a B.O.L.O. out
for you.
- Um...
- A "be on the lookout."
- Okay.
- It's usually the first step.
You happen to have
a photo of her?
Oh. Yes. Right here.
Perfect. Just give me a sec.
Dispatch, this is Daniels.
Hey, Mary.
- Oh, hi, Zenya.
- Hi.
I've been meaning to call.
Patty canceled for Saturday,
so I'm...
I'm sorry, Mary.
Have you seen Abby?
Abby? No.
Has there been anyone
near the house?
Not that I saw.
Is everything okay?
Abby just hasn't
come home from school.
Just let me know
if you see her, all right?
Okay.
Thought it might help.
Yeah.
I'm overreacting, right?
I get like this...
I get neurotic
when things are just
the slightest bit
out of my control.
Abby tells me that all the time.
Oh, man. That cop must have
thought I was crazy.
How many kids,
you know, teenagers,
they don't come home from school
right after school, right?
- I mean...
- She's going to come
through that door, apologize,
and you're going to hug her.
And then you're gonna
yell at her
and tell her never to do
something like this ever again.
And everything
will be back to normal.
Oh, she will be so grounded.
Liz?
Mrs. Hernandez?
Mm-hmm.
Abby still hasn't
returned any of my calls,
and it's going
right to voicemail.
We've all been texting her,
but nobody's seen
or heard from her.
This isn't like her at all.
I'm really worried.
Okay. Um... great.
Oh, God.
Mrs. Hernandez,
is there any reason
Abby would run away?
No.
No. She's happy.
W-We're happy.
There's no issues.
You're divorced?
Yeah.
Uh, her...
Her dad lives out of state.
I-I called him.
He didn't answer.
They have a good relationship.
He wouldn't have taken her,
if that's
where you're going next.
Look, Mrs. Hernandez,
I know this is hard,
but we see situations like this.
There has never been
a parent, ever,
who thinks their child
would run away.
Abby wouldn't have run away.
Is there anyone else
in her life?
Maybe somebody online?
Anything that could explain
why she hasn't come home?
No. Abby doesn't keep
these kind of secrets from me.
Okay? She...
She always calls me back.
Something is wrong.
Something...
Something
is terribly wrong here!
Teenagers always have secrets.
90% of the time, we locate
these kids within two weeks.
Secretly in love,
unable to deal
with a bully at school...
It's her birthday in a few days,
and I... I gave her
some money to...
to help around the house.
The money's still there.
She would have
taken that with her
if she had run away.
She would've packed
some clothes.
She would've..
What is it?
Oh, my God, she has new...
new boots...
I brought her socks to school,
but she said that her feet
were still hurting her
and that...
Has Abby ever hitchhiked?
No. No, I tell her not to.
She knows not to,
but her friends...
Oh, my God.
Maybe her feet hurt.
So why didn't she call me?
So I won't be here
all the time, okay?
If you get thirsty,
just flick the toggle,
and it'll trickle water.
Look, Abby...
you've been really calm,
and I didn't expect that.
But I think you've figured out
that I can't let you go.
Hmm?
14-year-old Abby Hernandez
has been missing since
walking home from high school
yesterday afternoon.
Local police are asking
anyone who may have seen her
or have any information
on her whereabouts
to call 9-1-1 immediately.
Use this one.
The one they're using
on the news is, I don't know,
a couple years old...
I don't even know
where they go it...
So that's a good one.
Okay.
Mrs. Hernandez,
State Police need
an article of Abby's clothing
that hasn't been washed.
What for?
For the search dogs.
Oh... right.
You said
Abby received a text message
just after you both
left the school?
It's okay.
Yeah.
It was a little weird.
She seemed
kind of distracted by it.
Do you
think she was meeting someone?
No, she would have told me.
It might've been nothing,
just something
I remembered as odd.
We'll need
authorization to receive
a transcript of
her text messages and emails.
Of course. Anything.
Zenya, honey...
Mrs. Hernandez,
I'm Agent Carrera.
Thank you for coming so quickly.
I know you've already answered
a lot of our questions,
but we'll need a statement
from you as well.
Of course.
Have you gotten
the cell tracking?
Movement speed.
We're confident
that she got into a car.
Signal went dead on Pike Hill.
We're concentrating
our search there.
Okay, good.
Social media?
We did a quick scan,
but nothing out of the ordinary.
We're gonna check
other platforms.
Ex-husband...
Yeah, he's out of state,
but he'll be here soon.
Local talked to him.
He hasn't heard
from Abby either.
We're confident
that he's not involved.
Anyone else living in the house
at this time?
Oh...
No. It's just us.
Don't worry, they'll find her.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Abby!
Abby!
- Abby?
- Abby!
Abby Hernandez was last seen
wearing a multi-colored
striped sweater,
black leggings, and black boots.
She was last seen leaving
Kentwood High School on foot.
Based on cell phone records,
we believe she may have
gotten into a car
at Abbott Road,
three miles south
of Bassett Lane,
at 3:24 p.m.
Her signal was lost at 3:42 p.m.
near Pike Hill Road
at Mile Marker 72.
We're looking for anyone
who may have been in that area.
We're asking for volunteers
to please hand out
missing person signs
in these neighborhoods.
We're asking for local companies
to please display these posters.
If anyone has
seen Abby Hernandez,
please contact
the police immediately.
If anyone has any information
that could lead to any insight
on her disappearance...
contact the police immediately.
My daughter, Abby, is so kind.
She is...
bright and, um...
has a beautiful smile.
She is a wonderful writer.
She loves to read
and play chess.
It's her birthday in two days.
She is loved.
She is needed.
To whoever took her...
please let her go.
Please let her come home.
Thank you.
So I'm gonna be removing
the tape from your eyes,
but I can't let you
see my face, Abby,
so I'm gonna be wearing
a bit of a mask,
you understand?
This way, you won't remember
what I look like.
Okay, okay.
Here we go.
Okay.
And there we go.
Okay.
♪ Ta-dah! ♪
I know, I know,
but you know what?
It's almost Halloween,
and when in Rome...
Let me see. Ah.
I thought that might happen.
One sec.
Up, up...
There we go.
There.
That should do it.
Do you feel better?
Well, you could
at least talk to me, Abby.
I mean, I would've gotten a pet
if I knew I was gonna be doing
all the talking!
All right, just...
No, no, no!
Okay. Stop, please.
I'm sorry.
What do you want to talk about?
You said you were
having a bad time at work.
What happened?
I don't know!
A lot of things.
Like what?
Am I supposed to believe
that you actually care?
It must've been
something terrible,
because you don't
seem like a bad person.
Well...
it's not just one thing.
It's a lot of things, you know?
A lot of trouble at work
with the guys.
Like what?
I don't know.
People can be pretty mean, Abby.
I don't even think
they know my name.
They judge me.
I mean, I'm sure that you think
I'm pretty mean after all this,
but...
really, Abby,
once you get to know me,
you'll see
that I'm not that way.
I can be a good friend.
I can love someone.
And I can share things.
What about your militia friends?
They don't take me
too seriously, either.
Abby...
it's hard to find nice friends
in this world.
Thanks.
For what?
For listening.
I have something for you.
So, Abby...
I know that shock collars
are really only for dogs,
and I don't
think of you that way...
Honestly, I don't...
But if we use this,
you don't have to wear
a gag on your mouth.
Listen.
This thing
is really only activated
if you stimulate
the vocal cords. Okay?
As long as you don't scream
or make a lot of loud noises...
you shouldn't have a problem.
Okay?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Wait.
Did I miss my birthday?
Abby, you didn't tell me
you had a birthday.
It's on October 12th.
I don't know what day it is.
I don't know how long
I've been here.
Your birthday happened
last weekend.
You sure are loved
by a lot of people.
It's all over the news.
Whole county
is looking high and low.
I feel bad for them, though.
I mean...
they don't realize
that I took you
to a different state.
I mean, they are looking
in all the wrong places.
Did you know
there's a guy out there
who actually thinks
that you were abducted
by aliens?
I mean, how nuts is that?
Don't get me wrong.
I know that aliens exist.
They do, and they're real
and they're out there.
But they still have hope.
You can keep those.
I'll be back.
I'm gonna go make us
some mac and cheese.
♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
♪ That saved ♪
♪ A wretch like me ♪
♪ I once ♪
♪ Was lost ♪
♪ But now ♪
♪ I'm found ♪
♪ Was blind ♪
♪ But now ♪
♪ I see ♪
It's physics, Abby.
It's all physics.
Metal can't burn
at that temperature
from jet fuel.
And the "pancake effect"
only works
if equal detonations
are on all sides of the tower.
And no one has yet
to explain Tower Seven.
I mean, the videos do not lie!
Anyway...
this room is only temporary
for now.
I got something better in mind,
but it's not ready yet.
That's really nice of you.
Unless, of course, you want
to stay strapped to the bed.
I don't want to stay on the bed.
I didn't think so.
You've been very good, Abby,
that's why
you're being rewarded.
What's the matter?
You didn't like your hot dog?
It was really good.
I'm just not that hungry.
If you don't eat the dinner,
you're not getting any dessert!
Just forget it.
Come on, take a look.
Okay.
Well?
There it is.
Take a look.
Go on.
I know it's not very big,
but now you don't have to stay
tied down on the bed.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Um, y-you said at work
nobody knows your name.
What is it?
I can't tell you that, Abby.
Otherwise, I'd never
be able to let you go.
But how can we be friends
if I don't know your name?
After all this,
you want to be my friend?
I mean, you'd be the only one
I have at the moment.
Why don't you
just call me "Master"?
Just kidding.
How creepy would that be?
Let's make one up.
I have a feeling
I'm starting to know
how your mind works, Abby.
So why don't you tell me
what name's on your mind?
I...
you'll think it's weird.
Try me.
Felix.
"Felix"?
Huh.
Why Felix?
It sounds smart.
Sophisticated.
You think I'm smart?
And...
it feels like the name
of someone who's nice.
Well, I like that very much.
I want to be nice to you.
I'm looking for you.
Don't you give up, okay?
Because I am going to find you.
I promise.
A lie-detector test?
Do you really think
I did something to Abby?
This is
a multi-agency investigation.
It's...
It's bullshit!
She has been gone for a month!
What is it that you said to me,
Detective Dunlap?
Um, "90% of the time,
when we find these kids,
we find them within two weeks"?
Well, it's been four!
Where the hell is she?
I wish she was a runaway,
Mrs. Hernandez,
because, by now,
chances are
we would've found her.
Then why isn't the FBI
convinced that she was abducted?
They have to keep
all possibilities open.
It's how they do their job.
Oh, really?
Well, if they were
any good at their job,
my daughter would be home.
Whoever took her
is very smart.
The FBI, the State Police
are just as frustrated
as we are,
so bear with them.
Co-operate.
We need them on our side.
Do they really think
you're going to fail
a lie-detector test?
I don't know.
I swear, sometimes I think
that's what they want.
I mean, not the police...
The FBI.
Some of them are...
They're just...
they're so great,
and they're so determined
to find her,
and then there's others
that they just want
any kind of answer.
So they can cover their ass
for not being able to find her.
You know, Tess, I was...
I was horrified at the idea
that she would've run away
or was meeting someone online,
that she got pregnant,
and now I just...
I wish to God
that was the case so that...
at least I would know
that she was alive.
We're doing everything we can.
We're going to find her.
She's going to come home.
We are gonna find her, right?
Then, how do you explain
the missing airplane,
if it was a missile?
It's being held.
And all the passengers?
15 years later?
It's deeper than
you could possibly imagine.
Every President knows about it.
What about the messages
the passengers left
when they were about
to hit the Pentagon?
Those were faked.
Get outta here.
My uncle died on 9/11.
I can't work around him anymore.
He's nuts.
I'm done.
Hey!
Yeah, boss?
Yeah, hey, listen, uh,
you're a good worker.
I like having you on the floor,
but you've got to stop with
some of this conspiracy crap.
What are you talking about?
I'm just having a conversation.
9/11, "flat earth," aliens...
Just keep it
outside the workplace, okay?
Some of the guys
are getting tired
of hearing it in the lunchroom.
Truth isn't a conspiracy.
Just turn it down a notch, okay?
You should see
the new billboard.
It's a nice photo of you.
"Missing person" signs
everywhere.
The problem is, Abby,
is that they're all new.
They haven't stopped
looking for you.
And we need them
to stop looking, okay?
So...
what I want you to do
is write a letter to your mom.
Tell her that you're okay
and you're sorry
for running away.
I think that'll
make her happy, you know?
I mean, let's be honest.
At this point,
she doesn't even know
if you're still alive.
Okay.
Well, go ahead.
Oh, and, Abby,
I'm gonna read every word
of that letter.
I mean, I am taking
kind of a risk here, you know?
They are gonna
look at that letter
under a total microscope.
But if
they don't stop looking...
I can't give you
any more freedoms.
And I want to.
Okay, let's see.
Come on.
That's really good.
You have a way with words, Abby.
Abby!
Abby!
What did you do?
- What did you do?
- No!
What did you do?
Get over here!
What did you do, Abby?
And again!
You see what you made me do?
I'll write another one...
just like you said to!
Abby, listen to me.
I have already been to prison.
I am never going back.
Do you understand?
Do you have any idea
what it's like over there?
It's like putting
a bullet through my head.
Is that what you want?
I'll write another one!
You want me dead?
- No.
- Hey, listen.
If you rat me out, Abby,
it's like killing me.
Do you understand?
- Yeah.
- No, no, no, no!
You've got one chance.
You'd better do this now.
I'm serious, Abby.
It's now or never, Abby.
- I'll write another one.
- You've got five seconds.
- I'll write another one.
- No, no, no, no.
You've got three seconds.
I'll write another one.
One second, Abby!
Do it!
Hey. Never again.
Wait!
Hi.
How're you holding up, Zenya?
I don't know.
I slept some last night,
so I guess that's something.
How are you?
They accepted our case
through
another outreach program.
It's international.
Sometimes, these kids
are taken overseas.
I've already been
in touch with them.
This is
a different organization.
I don't think
it's going to hurt us
to have as much help
getting our daughter back
as we can, do you?
No. No, I know. You're right.
I just... I'm tired.
I'm doing everything I can,
too, you know.
I know.
I know you are. I just...
I'm so angry!
And I feel so useless, and I...
Oh, my God.
This one is not a hoax.
Uh...
But her writing style
is different.
She writes
more lyrical than this.
"Dear Mom,
First of all,
I want you to know
that I'm okay.
I'm doing fine and I'm healthy.
I know this has probably
been scary
and hard on you,
and Dad as well.
I miss all of you terribly...
My friends, and even school.
I'm so sorry.
I can't tell you where I am,
but I will soon, I promise.
Nor can I tell you why.
Not yet.
Please know I love you,
and I'll see you again."
Someone made her write that.
More than likely, yes,
but there's no way to be sure.
What?
I-I-I'm sorry, are we back
to her being a runaway again?
Mrs....
Is that what
you're saying to me?
Mrs. Hernandez, we can
show you a dozen cases
where a child would just dis...
Why?
Please tell me
why she would run away.
Pregnant, attention, bullying...
I've got a long list.
No, no, no, no!
We've been through this.
I know what I think it is.
It's that you don't want
to accept the truth
that my daughter was kidnapped
because you are not any good
at doing what you do!
- Zenya!
- What?
Please.
It's okay.
It's been two months,
and her face has been seen
all over the country,
and this is the only lead
that we have.
We're doing our very best,
Mrs. Hernandez,
but you need to prepare yourself
for a different truth
based on the leads that we get.
Okay. Okay.
What about a press conference?
Just to let people know
that she's still alive?
It would keep her in the news.
That's not a good idea.
If we go public
that we received a letter,
it could actually
hinder our investigation.
At least not until
we've exhausted all efforts
to trace its origin.
She's right.
So that's just it?
Don't understand me,
Mrs. Hernandez.
We won't stop looking for her.
This case keeps me up at night.
14-year-old girls don't
just disappear without a trace.
No, no. They don't.
There's always something.
We can only work
with what we have.
I'm sorry.
Remember...
I told you that
I was working on something else?
Okay, stay here.
I think you're really
gonna like this.
There we go.
Well, it's not the Taj Mahal,
but you'll have
more room in here.
I've lined it
with three-inch foam...
so no one's
gonna be able to hear you.
And you still have to wear
the shock collar.
Can't be too careful.
But, Abby,
I did put a hose in here...
so you'll have some fresh air.
This is really great, Felix.
Thank you.
You're not just saying that?
No, I really mean it.
Yeah, well, we'll do
some more things in here
that'll make it feel like home.
As you can see,
I got you some books.
I heard your mom say
in a news conference
that you're an avid reader.
I am, yeah.
I didn't know what you like,
so I just got the classics.
Thank you so much.
And clothes.
These are interesting.
World War I long johns.
Someone was selling them
at a garage sale.
What about shoes?
No shoes.
Not yet.
You're really sweet
to have done this. Thank you.
Thank you.
I needed that today.
These are
the residential stickers.
They're from the FBI.
They get mailed out in bulk
from the post office.
They said that the letter
was sent from
about 50 miles away,
but, you know, they also said
that whoever sent it
could've driven that far
to mail it, so...
But in what direction?
Yeah.
Who else do we have?
We're recruiting
some other students,
and we have a ton of volunteers.
Did you know
that the billboard was paid for
by a local restaurant in town?
Let's be sure
to give them a shout-out
at the next press conference.
Press conference.
What press conference?
It's like pulling teeth
to get any kind of attention
these days, so...
Oh, my God...
you know, it's possible...
it's possible
that this was written
in the first few days
and they just mailed it
to me now.
Don't go there.
She's alive.
The letter proves that.
Yeah.
Okay...
Where are you, Abby?
Listen, I know I didn't
really decorate much, but...
I did get you something.
Ta-dah!
Merry Christmas.
That's okay, I know you didn't
have time to shop for me.
It's a cookbook.
Because you said
you don't know how to cook.
How are you ever gonna get a man
if you don't know
how to cook a meal?
That's really thoughtful,
Felix. Thank you.
Yeah. I mean, I thought
we could learn together.
There's some good recipes.
I thought you could cook,
I could cook...
We could do it together.
It'll be fun.
Yeah, I really, really like it.
Hey. Hey!
Who did it?
Who leaked the letter?
I know, Zenya.
- We don't know.
- Who leaked it?
We will find the leak,
and we will stop it.
My phone is blowing up.
I don't even know these people.
- I know.
- Do you know
what they're saying
on social media?
They're saying
that she got pregnant
and that's why she ran away.
I know. We will
get to the bottom of it.
They are saying
horrible things about her!
And we will continue
to assert our belief
that she was abducted.
And you really think
that's gonna change their minds
after all this?
...The full
contents of the letter,
now leaked to the public,
verifying early reports
that Abby Hernandez
has apologized to her mother
for running away.
Officials stress
that Abby's abductor
could have forced her
to write the letter
to hinder their search,
but that, of course, assumes
that she was abducted at all.
Zenya!
Will you repay
the city of Conway for the cost
- of their investigation?
- No comment.
Did Abby have
a secret boyfriend?
How long have you known
this was a hoax?
There's nothing more
that I can say.
I'm sorry. Just...
Would you just leave us alone?
Stop it!
This is Zenya.
Do you have any idea
how much time and effort
my family and I spent
looking for your daughter?
I hope you both rot in hell.
Just leave us alone.
It's been a while.
I'm sorry for that.
But I know you're with me,
because I wouldn't
have survived this long
without you.
It's just the two of us,
so please don't leave me.
Please don't forget
about my mom.
I always felt bad
that I missed your birthday.
I heard
you're a great chess player.
I'm okay.
You're being modest, Abby.
That's a good quality.
Don't lose that.
I bet you were, uh,
one of the most popular girls
in high school, huh?
Not even.
I don't have
many friends either.
They're misfits.
What about you?
Were you one of the cool kids?
Actually, I was bullied a lot
in high school.
I got arrested once,
after I made a bomb threat.
Hmm.
Okay...
You sure you want to do that?
What?
I'm just saying.
You're trying
to psych me out, Abby.
Well, go for it.
I knew you were smart.
Abby, I'm telling you,
you are gonna be
the CEO of a company.
Yeah, right.
Well, what do you want to do?
You'll laugh.
I wouldn't ever laugh at you.
I want to be a hairdresser.
Seriously?
See?
No, no, no, no!
I-I'm not laughing. I'm just...
surprised.
I think it'd be really fun,
making people look their best.
What do you do?
It's nothing that special.
It just pays the bills,
you know?
I want to start
my own publication.
You think I'm being funny?
No. I'm sorry.
It's just...
it's hard to take you seriously
with you wearing that mask.
I know, I know.
It's so silly, isn't it?
Mm-hmm.
I want to take it off.
I want to show you who I am.
But I'm protecting you.
So that you can let me go.
I hope so.
Soon.
You keep saying that.
It's been three months.
I know.
And...
I know that you're hurting.
You don't know
the hardest part, though,
do you?
When I saw my mom
at school that morning...
she said, "I love you."
I didn't say it back.
I was embarrassed,
for some stupid reason.
I felt bad.
But it didn't matter...
because I would see her
when I got home from school,
and I would tell her
that I loved her then.
Abby, I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
That wasn't supposed to happen!
- It doesn't matter.
- Of course, it matters!
You've seen my face!
How can I let you go now?
I want to be able
to see your face.
- But you can't!
- I already have.
See?
Isn't that more comfortable?
From now on,
when I'm here with you,
no more blindfolds.
No more being tied to the bed.
No closet.
We can do things together.
We can watch TV.
Cook.
I'd really, really like that.
I can't take
the collar off you yet.
You understand why, don't you?
I can't seem to get it
out of my head
that she might not
be coming home.
I know in my heart
that he made her
write that letter,
which means that she was taken.
Which means that she...
she might be dead.
You've been so active.
The moment you slow down,
it's inevitable to lose hope,
get buried in guilt.
But God has given you strength
for this, Zenya,
so that you will not give up.
So that you will not stop
until just one person...
Perhaps the man who took her...
Hears your voice
and makes the difference
in bringing her home.
I don't understand.
If he's given me such strength,
then why is he so silent?
I was at a local mosque.
I had a meeting with the imam.
This was there.
Several of them.
He told me
a delivery boy translated them
and passed them out to mosques
throughout New England.
Father Reynolds, just yesterday,
reminded me
that all the local churches
are still praying for Abby
every Sunday.
Ignore the media.
Ignore the chatter.
God isn't listening to them.
He's listening to our prayers.
We have not given up on Abby.
Neither has he.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Abby.
Sorry.
No, no, no, no.
Come here. Come here.
No, no, no. You're not
getting away that quickly!
Come here.
Come on.
Ho, ho, ho!
Let me see.
Pancakes.
♪ Da, da-da... ♪
Will you take me away?
"Take"?
What do you mean?
Somewhere where
no one will see us, of course.
Where I can be outside?
Nothing is ever
good enough for you.
No...
Normally, I like
to wash these in the tub,
but these are already clean.
Mm-hmm.
A guy I know
brings these up for me.
That's good.
So you just cut
a little piece like that...
That's good.
- Mm-hmm.
- You see how it crumbles?
Mm-hmm.
And then we just
put a little bit
into the baggie.
Yeah, two or three grams, and...
Voilà, ready for sale.
You seriously
never smoked weed before?
No.
It'll make you feel good.
You know, you had
one of your dreams last night.
It was different.
I couldn't see
any of their faces.
I'm forgetting
what they look like.
I have this recurring dream,
too. Have I ever told you?
It's not always
the same, either.
See, sometimes, it's a shark...
Damn it!
What the hell are you doing,
you idiot?
- You blind?
- I looked!
Did you have to drive
right through here?
The hell you did.
Look at my car!
It was already dented!
You just hit it.
No, no, no, no.
There are dents
all over the place.
Uh-uh. I'm calling the police.
Ah!
Ow! Ow!
Oh, give me a break.
I also see you met Dotty Brown.
We deal with her a lot.
Every week, she's filing
a lawsuit against the cops,
the City, or anyone else
who crosses her path, really.
It's her word against yours,
so I don't expect this
to go too far.
Thank you. And I'm fully past
those things on my record,
Officer.
I have no wish to quarrel
with the law anymore.
Well, that's good to hear.
Now, it says you've got
a few firearms?
I do.
Legal.
I understand that,
but due to the terms
of your previous release,
we have to confiscate 'em.
Just until all this clears up
officially.
She's filed
assault charges, so...
She's lying.
Well, it's just temporary.
Now, you can hand over the guns
voluntarily,
or we can send an officer
to the house
with a search warrant.
Your call.
Yeah, of course.
I'll fully co-operate.
I appreciate that.
Makes my job easier.
Okay...
Okay...
We okay with this guy?
Ah, he's harmless enough.
Just don't mention
the Earth being round,
and you should be all right.
Howdy.
So that's the last of 'em.
All right.
When do I get the guns back?
Well, assuming
the charges are dropped,
shouldn't be
more than a couple days.
- Is that a Kalashnikov?
- Genuine at that.
That is a hell of a piece.
I'm a collector myself.
So don't worry.
I'll make sure these are
well taken care of.
I appreciate that, Officer.
Well, all right.
That should just about do it.
Sorry to put you
in this position, officers.
Ah.
Appreciate your co-operation.
Have a good day.
They didn't take all the guns,
did they?
What did I do?
Just keep
your head down outside.
Okay.
Abby...
I really enjoy
doing these things.
One day,
when they stop looking for you,
we can do a whole lot more.
Yeah.
You've been taught to believe
scientific evidence
only supports
the "round Earth" hypothesis.
Ships disappearing
beyond the horizon,
satellites circling the Earth.
People believe that
because they're lazy!
You've never studied
the azimuthal
equidistant projection.
It's all mathematical!
50 kilometers
from zero latitude/longitude,
at 28 degrees,
minus pi equals distance...
Two minutes.
That's the rule.
And I had to drive quite a ways,
but it was worth it.
Tonight, Abby...
we dine like kings.
Reject pile.
Don't be so hard on the rejects.
That's us.
I never said I was a reject.
I said I was a misfit.
What's the difference?
A reject is a label
that someone else gives you,
and "misfit"
you wear with pride.
You know, you have
a way with words.
I'm serious.
Like your essay about your trip
to San Francisco...
How you talked about
the prisoners at Alcatraz.
Most people wouldn't
have empathy for them.
Especially at your age.
It just seemed like a sad place.
I know
those people did bad things
and they deserve to be there,
but that doesn't make it
any less sad
that someone's life
leads to that.
That's because
you're a kind person.
And you're the smartest person
I know.
Trust me, I know smarter people.
Felix...
Yeah?
Pick that flower for me?
Milady.
Thank you.
I'm just gonna
go put it in water.
Oh, hey. A word.
Hey, boss.
Hey, look, uh...
I'm sorry to do this, but, uh,
the company's cutting back
and I'm afraid
we have to let you go.
I'm getting fired?
I'm afraid so.
So serving your country doesn't
count for anything anymore, huh?
- I feel bad about that.
- No, you don't.
We both know what this is about!
I'm getting canned
because I speak the truth.
It has nothing to do with that!
The company's
bleeding money, okay?
Two other guys
are going down with you.
Yeah, right!
Hey, what unit
did you serve in, anyway?
Huh?
It was all B.S.,
wasn't it?
You were never in the Army!
You were never awarded
any medals!
What did I tell you?
Someone was listening, Abby.
Someone outside the company.
And when you speak the truth,
you get screwed!
Now, I have an idea for what
we can do to make some money,
but it's a little
outside the box.
I'm gonna need your help,
all right?
I'm gonna need your help
because you're artistic
and smart,
and you're gonna help me.
Help you with what?
You're seriously
gonna print money?
We are gonna print money.
First, we just have to find
an image on the Internet.
Scanners won't copy currency.
I think I found
a hundred that'll work.
Take a look.
There.
What do you think?
Hmm...
I don't think
the resolution's high enough.
I don't know
how these things work.
Find another image that'll work.
Come on.
I think
this one might be all right.
Okay, that's good.
Save it and print it.
Okay.
But wait.
Before you do that,
increase the saturation.
That's probably too bright.
Something like that?
Yeah. All right,
save it and print it.
No, that's too dark.
Try again.
I think a lot about people
who say money isn't everything.
You know who
those people are, Abby?
People who have money.
And why is the government
the only one
allowed to print it?
To control us.
We are helping the economy
by spending this money.
I understand if it were
billions or even millions...
If we were helping
devalue currency...
But this is nothing,
this won't even make a dent.
To them, this is nothing...
Absolutely nothing...
But for us,
this is everything.
So we're actually
doing the right thing,
because we are putting
all this money
back into circulation.
I mean, what's the difference
between this
and someone getting something
free from the government
for doing nothing?
At least we're working for it.
Am I being fair?
Am I crazy? Right?
Well, here you go, ma'am.
I'm paying cash today.
I mean, can you tell
the difference?
No. It looks
really, really good.
Now you know my name.
What are we gonna do, Abby?
You're gonna tell people
who I am.
- I won't. I won't!
- I don't believe you.
Why don't you believe me?
Because you hate me
for what I did!
Stop, stop. I don't.
I don't hate you.
Whether you believe it or not,
I don't.
It's weird,
but we have stuff in common.
And yes, I am mad
that you took me,
and yes, I want to go home,
and yes, I want to see
my family, but...
I...I trust you.
And now you need to trust me.
I no longer have to call you
a stupid name like Felix.
You told me Felix sounded smart.
But not as smart as "Nate".
I don't like Nate.
People call me Kibby.
Okay, then.
Kibby...
we have a lot of work to do.
Thank you.
So...
We had a morning brief
with the FBI this past week.
They're still
on the case, Zenya,
but, um, as you can imagine,
their resources
have been limited.
And Detective Jacobs?
It's just me.
All right.
I put a post out on our page
looking for volunteers
to distribute flyers.
I got three responses.
Why was the billboard
taken down?
That was paid for
by a local company.
They made that decision.
Hmm.
Well, we've been trying
to raise more money.
I've talked to the reporters,
but they have either...
made up their minds
or lost interest.
Zenya, it's-it's important
that you keep her story alive,
but you can't keep
knocking on doors
of people
who've already been vetted.
I will knock on every door
in New England if I have to.
We're getting complaints.
Really?
You yelled at a business owner
because he wouldn't
put up a new poster?
I asked him
to put it up outside.
Why would he say no to that?
That's his choice.
Emily, if I don't keep fighting,
I'm just gonna lie down
on my couch and die.
I don't care who I offend.
And causing a little ruckus
now and again,
it might be the only thing
that keeps her name in the news.
Well, you can't
just react emotionally.
Would you treat it
any differently
if it were your daughter?
Then help me
keep her story alive.
More than seven months ago,
on October 9th, 2013,
my daughter, Abby Hernandez,
was taken against her will.
There was incredible support
from not only
the people of Conway,
but the entire state
of New Hampshire,
and for that I am...
I am eternally grateful.
The letter Abby wrote to me
proved that she is still alive,
but you, the press,
chose to focus on
only one aspect of that letter.
And because of your actions,
people turned
on our family
and on Abby herself.
They stopped looking.
They stopped caring.
Abby has been missing
for seven months,
and I am asking you
to keep writing about her.
Please keep talking about her.
Because,
if one person hears it,
that might help bring her home.
I'm sorry! Kibby!
Kibby, please!
I'm sorry.
I'm just saying
it doesn't
have to be one or the other.
I believe in God.
I believe in a higher power,
but that doesn't mean
evolution can't exist, too.
What if that was
part of God's design?
Faith and science can co-exist
is what you're saying?
That's what I'm saying, yeah.
We can agree on that.
I still can't figure you out
with this game.
How long
have we been playing this?
What's the date?
July 20th.
It's July?
I can't tell
if you're baiting me.
I see what you did there.
But I bet you didn't see...
this.
Don't underestimate me, Abby.
A lot of people
make that mistake.
Same.
Queen to King 7.
Hello?
You piece of garbage!
You paid me
with counterfeit money.
Who's this?
You know damn well who this is!
It's Tammy, you piece of crap.
I've been busted for using
the money that you paid me.
I'm telling
the police everything.
They know where you live.
They're coming for you.
You're finished.
Checkmate.
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
God! No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
They're coming!
She's not bluffing.
They'll search everything.
Okay, Abby,
here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna clean everything.
We are gonna sanitize
this entire place,
do you understand?
The kitchen, the bedroom,
the living room,
the shipping container...
Everything!
We cannot leave one scent
of your DNA on this property.
Do you understand?
And then what?
What do you mean, and then what?
- Where are you gonna take me?
- I don't know!
Kibby, I've done
everything you asked...
Abby, I can't.
You know this.
- Kibby, please. Please.
- Come on. No. Come here.
Okay.
We have to clean.
We have to clean.
Come on. We have to start
cleaning as soon as we can.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Here, take this.
There can't be
an ounce of DNA anywhere.
Nothing.
Nothing can be traced
back to me!
These are the same clothes
you were wearing
when I...
Just put them on.
What then?
I'm sorry, Abby.
I'm sorry for doing this to you.
I'm sorry for ruining your life.
Please forgive me.
Please don't hate me for this.
It's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Where are we going?
Kibby, please.
Shut up!
Pike Road...
Are we in Conway?
You said you took me
to another state.
I lied. Sue me.
I kept all my promises to you!
I kept
all of my promises to you.
Shut up!
Please let me go.
Shut up!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Life doesn't work
that way, okay?
I can't go to jail.
You've been misunderstood
your whole life.
No one has ever
taken you seriously.
No one has ever listened to you,
except me.
Kibby, please.
Please...
make me a promise.
You owe it to me.
Please...
leave my body some place
where it'll be found.
I want my mom and dad
to have closure.
Please, please promise me.
Hello?
What's that?
Abby!
- Abby!
- Mom!
Abby! Abby!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God...
You're home!
Despite being so afraid,
and the horrible things
Kibby did to me,
I knew my only chance
of survival
was to make Kibby see me
as a person,
not an object.
In an odd way,
I began to see him
in that way, too,
which is why he believed
we were friends.
God was with me.
I know that.
So was the love
from my mom, my dad,
my friends, and my family,
who I knew were out there
praying for me every day.
When I returned to the valley
where Kibby took me,
I was told that the people there
couldn't remember a horse
like the one I described.
Angels come in all forms.
Ugh! I'm going to be so late.
I don't have any clean socks!
You know what,
I asked you if you wanted me
to wake you up,
but you said,
"No. Mom, you've hovering.
I'm 14 now.
I'm not a baby.
I can handle it on my own."
I can still hear you!
Yeah, well,
I'm not trying to be quiet!
I don't have any clean socks,
I'm gonna miss my bus!
Did you do the laundry?
I suggest the next time
you can't see the carpet
in your bedroom,
you do your own clothes.
Okay, well, a simple "no"
would have been fine!
I just bought these boots!
I need socks!
Did you pack a lunch?
No, I didn't have time.
I'm gonna miss the bus!
I love you.
Wait! Oh, just hold on!
Your socks!
Wait. Wait!
And there she goes.
Great.
Ow.
Stupid new boots.
Abby?
What are you doing?
Hey, Mr. Bryant.
Late for school.
I'm going right past it.
Thank you.
How's your dad?
I haven't seen him in a while.
He lives in Connecticut.
Ah. Hitchhiking?
My friends and I
do it sometimes.
I guess it's Conway, huh?
Everybody knows everybody.
Hey, Abby, uh,
so I was thinking maybe hitting
the fall festival tonight.
Don't know if, like,
everyone's going, so...
All the more reason not to.
Oh, yeah, I know, right?
Still could be fun,
though, you know.
Liz too, obviously.
Brenda Jacobs's parents
are out of town.
Party tonight.
And... Neal's gonna be there.
Neal, by definition,
is super-hot, so...
I'll have to check with my mom.
Just tell her
you're going to the festival.
I'm not gonna lie to her.
- But then she'll say no.
- I'll ask, okay?
Ow.
What the hell, Miranda?
Stop talking to Darren.
"A," I can talk
to whoever I want.
"B," Darren's a jerk.
You can have him.
It's a perfect match.
Well played.
Hey, Abby, sweetie!
Mom?
Yeah. I was on my lunch break.
How are your feet holding up?
They're killing me.
Thank you.
This is really sweet.
I know.
That's what moms are for.
I've got to go.
- Okay, love you.
- Mom!
See you after school.
Well, my parents
are totally cool about it
and Tammy said
she can pick you up.
Cool. I'll text you
when I get home.
Oh, I've got to go.
I'll see you guys later.
Okay.
Wait! Wait!
Looks like
you could use a ride.
Yeah.
New boots.
Hop on in.
Okay.
Ah. Thank you.
What's your name?
Abby.
You can drop me off
at Grant's Grill.
It's just a few miles.
Do you know where that is?
I can't say that I do.
You've never been
to Grant's Grill?
It's a... it's a left
at the next light there.
It's left here.
Yeah, uh...
do you mind if I stop
at the store real quick?
Sorry, I just
don't want to backtrack.
Okay.
I appreciate the ride,
but, um, I can walk from here.
Hey.
Scream or try and get out again,
I'll blow your brains out
or slit your throat.
Lean forward.
What?
Lean forward!
Keep your eyes closed.
Close your eyes.
- Please, let me go.
- Shh!
I promise not to say anything!
Shh!
Why are you doing this?
I'm really sorry.
I know that sounds insincere...
but I am.
Please let me go.
I promise I won't tell anyone.
Shut up!
Damn it!
Where's your phone?
I had to do this
so you know what happens
if you don't obey.
Come on.
Close your eyes.
Keep them closed!
Okay, okay!
Come on.
Don't open your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes!
Do not open them!
Sorry.
If you scream or move,
I'll blow your head off.
Got it?
Do what I want, I'll let you go.
Abby?
Hey, honey, I'm home.
Got you your favorite bagels.
Honey?
Oh, what a mess.
Hey. It's Mom.
Where are you?
Do you have plans tonight or...
am I gonna be
making dinner for two?
Call me back, please.
Please, God.
I never call on you.
Forgive me.
But I know you're here.
So please don't go.
Please, don't leave me alone.
I can't be alone.
You don't need to pray, Abby.
So I know
this isn't a great situation...
but I am gonna figure out
something more comfortable.
Why do I need something
more comfortable
if you're gonna let me go?
You should know...
that I'm really good with guns.
I, uh, served in the Army.
I've served in a lot of battles.
Won a lot of medals.
A lot of heroic stuff
that I'll tell you about
another time.
You should also know
that I belong to a militia.
Old war buddies.
And if you ever
try to get away
or turn me in,
my friends
will kill your entire family.
What time was that?
She was
finishing up some work
with a few of her friends...
I'd say 10, 15 minutes...
Then I saw her leave.
A lot of the kids were
talking about the festival.
Okay, thanks.
Let me know everything's okay.
I will.
Hello?
Hey, Liz, it's Zenya.
Is Abby with you?
No. We were supposed
to get together,
but she hasn't
returned any of my messages.
She's not home?
Did you see her get on the bus?
She missed the bus.
She texted me and said
she was walking home
even though her feet
were killing her, but...
Uh, so she didn't go
to the festival?
Not that I know of.
But she wouldn't
have gone without me.
Why? What's wrong?
Nothing, just tell her
to call me
if you talk to her, okay?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, thanks.
Abby...
Ah, there you are.
You just don't have your keys.
And you know what?
You need to give me a call.
We're opening this right now.
I know you had a day,
but it got worse after you left.
I swear,
if they don't hire more staff,
I am ready to quit that place.
What's wrong?
Abby didn't come home
from school.
- What?
- Nobody's seen her.
She's not answering her phone.
She always calls me back.
Let's not panic.
My son did the same thing
a couple weeks ago.
He was hanging out
with some girl,
his phone died, but he was fine.
I'm gonna drive around.
She's a teenage girl!
I'm sure she's fine!
She was supposed to be home
three hours ago.
This isn't like her.
I'm gonna...
- Zenya!
- Just call me if she comes home.
Excuse me!
What can I do for you, ma'am?
I'm looking for my daughter.
She hasn't come home
from school.
She is 14 years old,
she's not answering her phone,
and her friends
haven't seen her.
How long since she left school?
Uh, it's been about four hours.
She was walking home.
I just... I was worried
about any kind of accident,
anything involving
a 14-year-old girl.
Well, I haven't heard anything
on the scanner,
but I can put a B.O.L.O. out
for you.
- Um...
- A "be on the lookout."
- Okay.
- It's usually the first step.
You happen to have
a photo of her?
Oh. Yes. Right here.
Perfect. Just give me a sec.
Dispatch, this is Daniels.
Hey, Mary.
- Oh, hi, Zenya.
- Hi.
I've been meaning to call.
Patty canceled for Saturday,
so I'm...
I'm sorry, Mary.
Have you seen Abby?
Abby? No.
Has there been anyone
near the house?
Not that I saw.
Is everything okay?
Abby just hasn't
come home from school.
Just let me know
if you see her, all right?
Okay.
Thought it might help.
Yeah.
I'm overreacting, right?
I get like this...
I get neurotic
when things are just
the slightest bit
out of my control.
Abby tells me that all the time.
Oh, man. That cop must have
thought I was crazy.
How many kids,
you know, teenagers,
they don't come home from school
right after school, right?
- I mean...
- She's going to come
through that door, apologize,
and you're going to hug her.
And then you're gonna
yell at her
and tell her never to do
something like this ever again.
And everything
will be back to normal.
Oh, she will be so grounded.
Liz?
Mrs. Hernandez?
Mm-hmm.
Abby still hasn't
returned any of my calls,
and it's going
right to voicemail.
We've all been texting her,
but nobody's seen
or heard from her.
This isn't like her at all.
I'm really worried.
Okay. Um... great.
Oh, God.
Mrs. Hernandez,
is there any reason
Abby would run away?
No.
No. She's happy.
W-We're happy.
There's no issues.
You're divorced?
Yeah.
Uh, her...
Her dad lives out of state.
I-I called him.
He didn't answer.
They have a good relationship.
He wouldn't have taken her,
if that's
where you're going next.
Look, Mrs. Hernandez,
I know this is hard,
but we see situations like this.
There has never been
a parent, ever,
who thinks their child
would run away.
Abby wouldn't have run away.
Is there anyone else
in her life?
Maybe somebody online?
Anything that could explain
why she hasn't come home?
No. Abby doesn't keep
these kind of secrets from me.
Okay? She...
She always calls me back.
Something is wrong.
Something...
Something
is terribly wrong here!
Teenagers always have secrets.
90% of the time, we locate
these kids within two weeks.
Secretly in love,
unable to deal
with a bully at school...
It's her birthday in a few days,
and I... I gave her
some money to...
to help around the house.
The money's still there.
She would have
taken that with her
if she had run away.
She would've packed
some clothes.
She would've..
What is it?
Oh, my God, she has new...
new boots...
I brought her socks to school,
but she said that her feet
were still hurting her
and that...
Has Abby ever hitchhiked?
No. No, I tell her not to.
She knows not to,
but her friends...
Oh, my God.
Maybe her feet hurt.
So why didn't she call me?
So I won't be here
all the time, okay?
If you get thirsty,
just flick the toggle,
and it'll trickle water.
Look, Abby...
you've been really calm,
and I didn't expect that.
But I think you've figured out
that I can't let you go.
Hmm?
14-year-old Abby Hernandez
has been missing since
walking home from high school
yesterday afternoon.
Local police are asking
anyone who may have seen her
or have any information
on her whereabouts
to call 9-1-1 immediately.
Use this one.
The one they're using
on the news is, I don't know,
a couple years old...
I don't even know
where they go it...
So that's a good one.
Okay.
Mrs. Hernandez,
State Police need
an article of Abby's clothing
that hasn't been washed.
What for?
For the search dogs.
Oh... right.
You said
Abby received a text message
just after you both
left the school?
It's okay.
Yeah.
It was a little weird.
She seemed
kind of distracted by it.
Do you
think she was meeting someone?
No, she would have told me.
It might've been nothing,
just something
I remembered as odd.
We'll need
authorization to receive
a transcript of
her text messages and emails.
Of course. Anything.
Zenya, honey...
Mrs. Hernandez,
I'm Agent Carrera.
Thank you for coming so quickly.
I know you've already answered
a lot of our questions,
but we'll need a statement
from you as well.
Of course.
Have you gotten
the cell tracking?
Movement speed.
We're confident
that she got into a car.
Signal went dead on Pike Hill.
We're concentrating
our search there.
Okay, good.
Social media?
We did a quick scan,
but nothing out of the ordinary.
We're gonna check
other platforms.
Ex-husband...
Yeah, he's out of state,
but he'll be here soon.
Local talked to him.
He hasn't heard
from Abby either.
We're confident
that he's not involved.
Anyone else living in the house
at this time?
Oh...
No. It's just us.
Don't worry, they'll find her.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Abby!
Abby!
- Abby?
- Abby!
Abby Hernandez was last seen
wearing a multi-colored
striped sweater,
black leggings, and black boots.
She was last seen leaving
Kentwood High School on foot.
Based on cell phone records,
we believe she may have
gotten into a car
at Abbott Road,
three miles south
of Bassett Lane,
at 3:24 p.m.
Her signal was lost at 3:42 p.m.
near Pike Hill Road
at Mile Marker 72.
We're looking for anyone
who may have been in that area.
We're asking for volunteers
to please hand out
missing person signs
in these neighborhoods.
We're asking for local companies
to please display these posters.
If anyone has
seen Abby Hernandez,
please contact
the police immediately.
If anyone has any information
that could lead to any insight
on her disappearance...
contact the police immediately.
My daughter, Abby, is so kind.
She is...
bright and, um...
has a beautiful smile.
She is a wonderful writer.
She loves to read
and play chess.
It's her birthday in two days.
She is loved.
She is needed.
To whoever took her...
please let her go.
Please let her come home.
Thank you.
So I'm gonna be removing
the tape from your eyes,
but I can't let you
see my face, Abby,
so I'm gonna be wearing
a bit of a mask,
you understand?
This way, you won't remember
what I look like.
Okay, okay.
Here we go.
Okay.
And there we go.
Okay.
♪ Ta-dah! ♪
I know, I know,
but you know what?
It's almost Halloween,
and when in Rome...
Let me see. Ah.
I thought that might happen.
One sec.
Up, up...
There we go.
There.
That should do it.
Do you feel better?
Well, you could
at least talk to me, Abby.
I mean, I would've gotten a pet
if I knew I was gonna be doing
all the talking!
All right, just...
No, no, no!
Okay. Stop, please.
I'm sorry.
What do you want to talk about?
You said you were
having a bad time at work.
What happened?
I don't know!
A lot of things.
Like what?
Am I supposed to believe
that you actually care?
It must've been
something terrible,
because you don't
seem like a bad person.
Well...
it's not just one thing.
It's a lot of things, you know?
A lot of trouble at work
with the guys.
Like what?
I don't know.
People can be pretty mean, Abby.
I don't even think
they know my name.
They judge me.
I mean, I'm sure that you think
I'm pretty mean after all this,
but...
really, Abby,
once you get to know me,
you'll see
that I'm not that way.
I can be a good friend.
I can love someone.
And I can share things.
What about your militia friends?
They don't take me
too seriously, either.
Abby...
it's hard to find nice friends
in this world.
Thanks.
For what?
For listening.
I have something for you.
So, Abby...
I know that shock collars
are really only for dogs,
and I don't
think of you that way...
Honestly, I don't...
But if we use this,
you don't have to wear
a gag on your mouth.
Listen.
This thing
is really only activated
if you stimulate
the vocal cords. Okay?
As long as you don't scream
or make a lot of loud noises...
you shouldn't have a problem.
Okay?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Wait.
Did I miss my birthday?
Abby, you didn't tell me
you had a birthday.
It's on October 12th.
I don't know what day it is.
I don't know how long
I've been here.
Your birthday happened
last weekend.
You sure are loved
by a lot of people.
It's all over the news.
Whole county
is looking high and low.
I feel bad for them, though.
I mean...
they don't realize
that I took you
to a different state.
I mean, they are looking
in all the wrong places.
Did you know
there's a guy out there
who actually thinks
that you were abducted
by aliens?
I mean, how nuts is that?
Don't get me wrong.
I know that aliens exist.
They do, and they're real
and they're out there.
But they still have hope.
You can keep those.
I'll be back.
I'm gonna go make us
some mac and cheese.
♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
♪ That saved ♪
♪ A wretch like me ♪
♪ I once ♪
♪ Was lost ♪
♪ But now ♪
♪ I'm found ♪
♪ Was blind ♪
♪ But now ♪
♪ I see ♪
It's physics, Abby.
It's all physics.
Metal can't burn
at that temperature
from jet fuel.
And the "pancake effect"
only works
if equal detonations
are on all sides of the tower.
And no one has yet
to explain Tower Seven.
I mean, the videos do not lie!
Anyway...
this room is only temporary
for now.
I got something better in mind,
but it's not ready yet.
That's really nice of you.
Unless, of course, you want
to stay strapped to the bed.
I don't want to stay on the bed.
I didn't think so.
You've been very good, Abby,
that's why
you're being rewarded.
What's the matter?
You didn't like your hot dog?
It was really good.
I'm just not that hungry.
If you don't eat the dinner,
you're not getting any dessert!
Just forget it.
Come on, take a look.
Okay.
Well?
There it is.
Take a look.
Go on.
I know it's not very big,
but now you don't have to stay
tied down on the bed.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Um, y-you said at work
nobody knows your name.
What is it?
I can't tell you that, Abby.
Otherwise, I'd never
be able to let you go.
But how can we be friends
if I don't know your name?
After all this,
you want to be my friend?
I mean, you'd be the only one
I have at the moment.
Why don't you
just call me "Master"?
Just kidding.
How creepy would that be?
Let's make one up.
I have a feeling
I'm starting to know
how your mind works, Abby.
So why don't you tell me
what name's on your mind?
I...
you'll think it's weird.
Try me.
Felix.
"Felix"?
Huh.
Why Felix?
It sounds smart.
Sophisticated.
You think I'm smart?
And...
it feels like the name
of someone who's nice.
Well, I like that very much.
I want to be nice to you.
I'm looking for you.
Don't you give up, okay?
Because I am going to find you.
I promise.
A lie-detector test?
Do you really think
I did something to Abby?
This is
a multi-agency investigation.
It's...
It's bullshit!
She has been gone for a month!
What is it that you said to me,
Detective Dunlap?
Um, "90% of the time,
when we find these kids,
we find them within two weeks"?
Well, it's been four!
Where the hell is she?
I wish she was a runaway,
Mrs. Hernandez,
because, by now,
chances are
we would've found her.
Then why isn't the FBI
convinced that she was abducted?
They have to keep
all possibilities open.
It's how they do their job.
Oh, really?
Well, if they were
any good at their job,
my daughter would be home.
Whoever took her
is very smart.
The FBI, the State Police
are just as frustrated
as we are,
so bear with them.
Co-operate.
We need them on our side.
Do they really think
you're going to fail
a lie-detector test?
I don't know.
I swear, sometimes I think
that's what they want.
I mean, not the police...
The FBI.
Some of them are...
They're just...
they're so great,
and they're so determined
to find her,
and then there's others
that they just want
any kind of answer.
So they can cover their ass
for not being able to find her.
You know, Tess, I was...
I was horrified at the idea
that she would've run away
or was meeting someone online,
that she got pregnant,
and now I just...
I wish to God
that was the case so that...
at least I would know
that she was alive.
We're doing everything we can.
We're going to find her.
She's going to come home.
We are gonna find her, right?
Then, how do you explain
the missing airplane,
if it was a missile?
It's being held.
And all the passengers?
15 years later?
It's deeper than
you could possibly imagine.
Every President knows about it.
What about the messages
the passengers left
when they were about
to hit the Pentagon?
Those were faked.
Get outta here.
My uncle died on 9/11.
I can't work around him anymore.
He's nuts.
I'm done.
Hey!
Yeah, boss?
Yeah, hey, listen, uh,
you're a good worker.
I like having you on the floor,
but you've got to stop with
some of this conspiracy crap.
What are you talking about?
I'm just having a conversation.
9/11, "flat earth," aliens...
Just keep it
outside the workplace, okay?
Some of the guys
are getting tired
of hearing it in the lunchroom.
Truth isn't a conspiracy.
Just turn it down a notch, okay?
You should see
the new billboard.
It's a nice photo of you.
"Missing person" signs
everywhere.
The problem is, Abby,
is that they're all new.
They haven't stopped
looking for you.
And we need them
to stop looking, okay?
So...
what I want you to do
is write a letter to your mom.
Tell her that you're okay
and you're sorry
for running away.
I think that'll
make her happy, you know?
I mean, let's be honest.
At this point,
she doesn't even know
if you're still alive.
Okay.
Well, go ahead.
Oh, and, Abby,
I'm gonna read every word
of that letter.
I mean, I am taking
kind of a risk here, you know?
They are gonna
look at that letter
under a total microscope.
But if
they don't stop looking...
I can't give you
any more freedoms.
And I want to.
Okay, let's see.
Come on.
That's really good.
You have a way with words, Abby.
Abby!
Abby!
What did you do?
- What did you do?
- No!
What did you do?
Get over here!
What did you do, Abby?
And again!
You see what you made me do?
I'll write another one...
just like you said to!
Abby, listen to me.
I have already been to prison.
I am never going back.
Do you understand?
Do you have any idea
what it's like over there?
It's like putting
a bullet through my head.
Is that what you want?
I'll write another one!
You want me dead?
- No.
- Hey, listen.
If you rat me out, Abby,
it's like killing me.
Do you understand?
- Yeah.
- No, no, no, no!
You've got one chance.
You'd better do this now.
I'm serious, Abby.
It's now or never, Abby.
- I'll write another one.
- You've got five seconds.
- I'll write another one.
- No, no, no, no.
You've got three seconds.
I'll write another one.
One second, Abby!
Do it!
Hey. Never again.
Wait!
Hi.
How're you holding up, Zenya?
I don't know.
I slept some last night,
so I guess that's something.
How are you?
They accepted our case
through
another outreach program.
It's international.
Sometimes, these kids
are taken overseas.
I've already been
in touch with them.
This is
a different organization.
I don't think
it's going to hurt us
to have as much help
getting our daughter back
as we can, do you?
No. No, I know. You're right.
I just... I'm tired.
I'm doing everything I can,
too, you know.
I know.
I know you are. I just...
I'm so angry!
And I feel so useless, and I...
Oh, my God.
This one is not a hoax.
Uh...
But her writing style
is different.
She writes
more lyrical than this.
"Dear Mom,
First of all,
I want you to know
that I'm okay.
I'm doing fine and I'm healthy.
I know this has probably
been scary
and hard on you,
and Dad as well.
I miss all of you terribly...
My friends, and even school.
I'm so sorry.
I can't tell you where I am,
but I will soon, I promise.
Nor can I tell you why.
Not yet.
Please know I love you,
and I'll see you again."
Someone made her write that.
More than likely, yes,
but there's no way to be sure.
What?
I-I-I'm sorry, are we back
to her being a runaway again?
Mrs....
Is that what
you're saying to me?
Mrs. Hernandez, we can
show you a dozen cases
where a child would just dis...
Why?
Please tell me
why she would run away.
Pregnant, attention, bullying...
I've got a long list.
No, no, no, no!
We've been through this.
I know what I think it is.
It's that you don't want
to accept the truth
that my daughter was kidnapped
because you are not any good
at doing what you do!
- Zenya!
- What?
Please.
It's okay.
It's been two months,
and her face has been seen
all over the country,
and this is the only lead
that we have.
We're doing our very best,
Mrs. Hernandez,
but you need to prepare yourself
for a different truth
based on the leads that we get.
Okay. Okay.
What about a press conference?
Just to let people know
that she's still alive?
It would keep her in the news.
That's not a good idea.
If we go public
that we received a letter,
it could actually
hinder our investigation.
At least not until
we've exhausted all efforts
to trace its origin.
She's right.
So that's just it?
Don't understand me,
Mrs. Hernandez.
We won't stop looking for her.
This case keeps me up at night.
14-year-old girls don't
just disappear without a trace.
No, no. They don't.
There's always something.
We can only work
with what we have.
I'm sorry.
Remember...
I told you that
I was working on something else?
Okay, stay here.
I think you're really
gonna like this.
There we go.
Well, it's not the Taj Mahal,
but you'll have
more room in here.
I've lined it
with three-inch foam...
so no one's
gonna be able to hear you.
And you still have to wear
the shock collar.
Can't be too careful.
But, Abby,
I did put a hose in here...
so you'll have some fresh air.
This is really great, Felix.
Thank you.
You're not just saying that?
No, I really mean it.
Yeah, well, we'll do
some more things in here
that'll make it feel like home.
As you can see,
I got you some books.
I heard your mom say
in a news conference
that you're an avid reader.
I am, yeah.
I didn't know what you like,
so I just got the classics.
Thank you so much.
And clothes.
These are interesting.
World War I long johns.
Someone was selling them
at a garage sale.
What about shoes?
No shoes.
Not yet.
You're really sweet
to have done this. Thank you.
Thank you.
I needed that today.
These are
the residential stickers.
They're from the FBI.
They get mailed out in bulk
from the post office.
They said that the letter
was sent from
about 50 miles away,
but, you know, they also said
that whoever sent it
could've driven that far
to mail it, so...
But in what direction?
Yeah.
Who else do we have?
We're recruiting
some other students,
and we have a ton of volunteers.
Did you know
that the billboard was paid for
by a local restaurant in town?
Let's be sure
to give them a shout-out
at the next press conference.
Press conference.
What press conference?
It's like pulling teeth
to get any kind of attention
these days, so...
Oh, my God...
you know, it's possible...
it's possible
that this was written
in the first few days
and they just mailed it
to me now.
Don't go there.
She's alive.
The letter proves that.
Yeah.
Okay...
Where are you, Abby?
Listen, I know I didn't
really decorate much, but...
I did get you something.
Ta-dah!
Merry Christmas.
That's okay, I know you didn't
have time to shop for me.
It's a cookbook.
Because you said
you don't know how to cook.
How are you ever gonna get a man
if you don't know
how to cook a meal?
That's really thoughtful,
Felix. Thank you.
Yeah. I mean, I thought
we could learn together.
There's some good recipes.
I thought you could cook,
I could cook...
We could do it together.
It'll be fun.
Yeah, I really, really like it.
Hey. Hey!
Who did it?
Who leaked the letter?
I know, Zenya.
- We don't know.
- Who leaked it?
We will find the leak,
and we will stop it.
My phone is blowing up.
I don't even know these people.
- I know.
- Do you know
what they're saying
on social media?
They're saying
that she got pregnant
and that's why she ran away.
I know. We will
get to the bottom of it.
They are saying
horrible things about her!
And we will continue
to assert our belief
that she was abducted.
And you really think
that's gonna change their minds
after all this?
...The full
contents of the letter,
now leaked to the public,
verifying early reports
that Abby Hernandez
has apologized to her mother
for running away.
Officials stress
that Abby's abductor
could have forced her
to write the letter
to hinder their search,
but that, of course, assumes
that she was abducted at all.
Zenya!
Will you repay
the city of Conway for the cost
- of their investigation?
- No comment.
Did Abby have
a secret boyfriend?
How long have you known
this was a hoax?
There's nothing more
that I can say.
I'm sorry. Just...
Would you just leave us alone?
Stop it!
This is Zenya.
Do you have any idea
how much time and effort
my family and I spent
looking for your daughter?
I hope you both rot in hell.
Just leave us alone.
It's been a while.
I'm sorry for that.
But I know you're with me,
because I wouldn't
have survived this long
without you.
It's just the two of us,
so please don't leave me.
Please don't forget
about my mom.
I always felt bad
that I missed your birthday.
I heard
you're a great chess player.
I'm okay.
You're being modest, Abby.
That's a good quality.
Don't lose that.
I bet you were, uh,
one of the most popular girls
in high school, huh?
Not even.
I don't have
many friends either.
They're misfits.
What about you?
Were you one of the cool kids?
Actually, I was bullied a lot
in high school.
I got arrested once,
after I made a bomb threat.
Hmm.
Okay...
You sure you want to do that?
What?
I'm just saying.
You're trying
to psych me out, Abby.
Well, go for it.
I knew you were smart.
Abby, I'm telling you,
you are gonna be
the CEO of a company.
Yeah, right.
Well, what do you want to do?
You'll laugh.
I wouldn't ever laugh at you.
I want to be a hairdresser.
Seriously?
See?
No, no, no, no!
I-I'm not laughing. I'm just...
surprised.
I think it'd be really fun,
making people look their best.
What do you do?
It's nothing that special.
It just pays the bills,
you know?
I want to start
my own publication.
You think I'm being funny?
No. I'm sorry.
It's just...
it's hard to take you seriously
with you wearing that mask.
I know, I know.
It's so silly, isn't it?
Mm-hmm.
I want to take it off.
I want to show you who I am.
But I'm protecting you.
So that you can let me go.
I hope so.
Soon.
You keep saying that.
It's been three months.
I know.
And...
I know that you're hurting.
You don't know
the hardest part, though,
do you?
When I saw my mom
at school that morning...
she said, "I love you."
I didn't say it back.
I was embarrassed,
for some stupid reason.
I felt bad.
But it didn't matter...
because I would see her
when I got home from school,
and I would tell her
that I loved her then.
Abby, I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
That wasn't supposed to happen!
- It doesn't matter.
- Of course, it matters!
You've seen my face!
How can I let you go now?
I want to be able
to see your face.
- But you can't!
- I already have.
See?
Isn't that more comfortable?
From now on,
when I'm here with you,
no more blindfolds.
No more being tied to the bed.
No closet.
We can do things together.
We can watch TV.
Cook.
I'd really, really like that.
I can't take
the collar off you yet.
You understand why, don't you?
I can't seem to get it
out of my head
that she might not
be coming home.
I know in my heart
that he made her
write that letter,
which means that she was taken.
Which means that she...
she might be dead.
You've been so active.
The moment you slow down,
it's inevitable to lose hope,
get buried in guilt.
But God has given you strength
for this, Zenya,
so that you will not give up.
So that you will not stop
until just one person...
Perhaps the man who took her...
Hears your voice
and makes the difference
in bringing her home.
I don't understand.
If he's given me such strength,
then why is he so silent?
I was at a local mosque.
I had a meeting with the imam.
This was there.
Several of them.
He told me
a delivery boy translated them
and passed them out to mosques
throughout New England.
Father Reynolds, just yesterday,
reminded me
that all the local churches
are still praying for Abby
every Sunday.
Ignore the media.
Ignore the chatter.
God isn't listening to them.
He's listening to our prayers.
We have not given up on Abby.
Neither has he.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Abby.
Sorry.
No, no, no, no.
Come here. Come here.
No, no, no. You're not
getting away that quickly!
Come here.
Come on.
Ho, ho, ho!
Let me see.
Pancakes.
♪ Da, da-da... ♪
Will you take me away?
"Take"?
What do you mean?
Somewhere where
no one will see us, of course.
Where I can be outside?
Nothing is ever
good enough for you.
No...
Normally, I like
to wash these in the tub,
but these are already clean.
Mm-hmm.
A guy I know
brings these up for me.
That's good.
So you just cut
a little piece like that...
That's good.
- Mm-hmm.
- You see how it crumbles?
Mm-hmm.
And then we just
put a little bit
into the baggie.
Yeah, two or three grams, and...
Voilà, ready for sale.
You seriously
never smoked weed before?
No.
It'll make you feel good.
You know, you had
one of your dreams last night.
It was different.
I couldn't see
any of their faces.
I'm forgetting
what they look like.
I have this recurring dream,
too. Have I ever told you?
It's not always
the same, either.
See, sometimes, it's a shark...
Damn it!
What the hell are you doing,
you idiot?
- You blind?
- I looked!
Did you have to drive
right through here?
The hell you did.
Look at my car!
It was already dented!
You just hit it.
No, no, no, no.
There are dents
all over the place.
Uh-uh. I'm calling the police.
Ah!
Ow! Ow!
Oh, give me a break.
I also see you met Dotty Brown.
We deal with her a lot.
Every week, she's filing
a lawsuit against the cops,
the City, or anyone else
who crosses her path, really.
It's her word against yours,
so I don't expect this
to go too far.
Thank you. And I'm fully past
those things on my record,
Officer.
I have no wish to quarrel
with the law anymore.
Well, that's good to hear.
Now, it says you've got
a few firearms?
I do.
Legal.
I understand that,
but due to the terms
of your previous release,
we have to confiscate 'em.
Just until all this clears up
officially.
She's filed
assault charges, so...
She's lying.
Well, it's just temporary.
Now, you can hand over the guns
voluntarily,
or we can send an officer
to the house
with a search warrant.
Your call.
Yeah, of course.
I'll fully co-operate.
I appreciate that.
Makes my job easier.
Okay...
Okay...
We okay with this guy?
Ah, he's harmless enough.
Just don't mention
the Earth being round,
and you should be all right.
Howdy.
So that's the last of 'em.
All right.
When do I get the guns back?
Well, assuming
the charges are dropped,
shouldn't be
more than a couple days.
- Is that a Kalashnikov?
- Genuine at that.
That is a hell of a piece.
I'm a collector myself.
So don't worry.
I'll make sure these are
well taken care of.
I appreciate that, Officer.
Well, all right.
That should just about do it.
Sorry to put you
in this position, officers.
Ah.
Appreciate your co-operation.
Have a good day.
They didn't take all the guns,
did they?
What did I do?
Just keep
your head down outside.
Okay.
Abby...
I really enjoy
doing these things.
One day,
when they stop looking for you,
we can do a whole lot more.
Yeah.
You've been taught to believe
scientific evidence
only supports
the "round Earth" hypothesis.
Ships disappearing
beyond the horizon,
satellites circling the Earth.
People believe that
because they're lazy!
You've never studied
the azimuthal
equidistant projection.
It's all mathematical!
50 kilometers
from zero latitude/longitude,
at 28 degrees,
minus pi equals distance...
Two minutes.
That's the rule.
And I had to drive quite a ways,
but it was worth it.
Tonight, Abby...
we dine like kings.
Reject pile.
Don't be so hard on the rejects.
That's us.
I never said I was a reject.
I said I was a misfit.
What's the difference?
A reject is a label
that someone else gives you,
and "misfit"
you wear with pride.
You know, you have
a way with words.
I'm serious.
Like your essay about your trip
to San Francisco...
How you talked about
the prisoners at Alcatraz.
Most people wouldn't
have empathy for them.
Especially at your age.
It just seemed like a sad place.
I know
those people did bad things
and they deserve to be there,
but that doesn't make it
any less sad
that someone's life
leads to that.
That's because
you're a kind person.
And you're the smartest person
I know.
Trust me, I know smarter people.
Felix...
Yeah?
Pick that flower for me?
Milady.
Thank you.
I'm just gonna
go put it in water.
Oh, hey. A word.
Hey, boss.
Hey, look, uh...
I'm sorry to do this, but, uh,
the company's cutting back
and I'm afraid
we have to let you go.
I'm getting fired?
I'm afraid so.
So serving your country doesn't
count for anything anymore, huh?
- I feel bad about that.
- No, you don't.
We both know what this is about!
I'm getting canned
because I speak the truth.
It has nothing to do with that!
The company's
bleeding money, okay?
Two other guys
are going down with you.
Yeah, right!
Hey, what unit
did you serve in, anyway?
Huh?
It was all B.S.,
wasn't it?
You were never in the Army!
You were never awarded
any medals!
What did I tell you?
Someone was listening, Abby.
Someone outside the company.
And when you speak the truth,
you get screwed!
Now, I have an idea for what
we can do to make some money,
but it's a little
outside the box.
I'm gonna need your help,
all right?
I'm gonna need your help
because you're artistic
and smart,
and you're gonna help me.
Help you with what?
You're seriously
gonna print money?
We are gonna print money.
First, we just have to find
an image on the Internet.
Scanners won't copy currency.
I think I found
a hundred that'll work.
Take a look.
There.
What do you think?
Hmm...
I don't think
the resolution's high enough.
I don't know
how these things work.
Find another image that'll work.
Come on.
I think
this one might be all right.
Okay, that's good.
Save it and print it.
Okay.
But wait.
Before you do that,
increase the saturation.
That's probably too bright.
Something like that?
Yeah. All right,
save it and print it.
No, that's too dark.
Try again.
I think a lot about people
who say money isn't everything.
You know who
those people are, Abby?
People who have money.
And why is the government
the only one
allowed to print it?
To control us.
We are helping the economy
by spending this money.
I understand if it were
billions or even millions...
If we were helping
devalue currency...
But this is nothing,
this won't even make a dent.
To them, this is nothing...
Absolutely nothing...
But for us,
this is everything.
So we're actually
doing the right thing,
because we are putting
all this money
back into circulation.
I mean, what's the difference
between this
and someone getting something
free from the government
for doing nothing?
At least we're working for it.
Am I being fair?
Am I crazy? Right?
Well, here you go, ma'am.
I'm paying cash today.
I mean, can you tell
the difference?
No. It looks
really, really good.
Now you know my name.
What are we gonna do, Abby?
You're gonna tell people
who I am.
- I won't. I won't!
- I don't believe you.
Why don't you believe me?
Because you hate me
for what I did!
Stop, stop. I don't.
I don't hate you.
Whether you believe it or not,
I don't.
It's weird,
but we have stuff in common.
And yes, I am mad
that you took me,
and yes, I want to go home,
and yes, I want to see
my family, but...
I...I trust you.
And now you need to trust me.
I no longer have to call you
a stupid name like Felix.
You told me Felix sounded smart.
But not as smart as "Nate".
I don't like Nate.
People call me Kibby.
Okay, then.
Kibby...
we have a lot of work to do.
Thank you.
So...
We had a morning brief
with the FBI this past week.
They're still
on the case, Zenya,
but, um, as you can imagine,
their resources
have been limited.
And Detective Jacobs?
It's just me.
All right.
I put a post out on our page
looking for volunteers
to distribute flyers.
I got three responses.
Why was the billboard
taken down?
That was paid for
by a local company.
They made that decision.
Hmm.
Well, we've been trying
to raise more money.
I've talked to the reporters,
but they have either...
made up their minds
or lost interest.
Zenya, it's-it's important
that you keep her story alive,
but you can't keep
knocking on doors
of people
who've already been vetted.
I will knock on every door
in New England if I have to.
We're getting complaints.
Really?
You yelled at a business owner
because he wouldn't
put up a new poster?
I asked him
to put it up outside.
Why would he say no to that?
That's his choice.
Emily, if I don't keep fighting,
I'm just gonna lie down
on my couch and die.
I don't care who I offend.
And causing a little ruckus
now and again,
it might be the only thing
that keeps her name in the news.
Well, you can't
just react emotionally.
Would you treat it
any differently
if it were your daughter?
Then help me
keep her story alive.
More than seven months ago,
on October 9th, 2013,
my daughter, Abby Hernandez,
was taken against her will.
There was incredible support
from not only
the people of Conway,
but the entire state
of New Hampshire,
and for that I am...
I am eternally grateful.
The letter Abby wrote to me
proved that she is still alive,
but you, the press,
chose to focus on
only one aspect of that letter.
And because of your actions,
people turned
on our family
and on Abby herself.
They stopped looking.
They stopped caring.
Abby has been missing
for seven months,
and I am asking you
to keep writing about her.
Please keep talking about her.
Because,
if one person hears it,
that might help bring her home.
I'm sorry! Kibby!
Kibby, please!
I'm sorry.
I'm just saying
it doesn't
have to be one or the other.
I believe in God.
I believe in a higher power,
but that doesn't mean
evolution can't exist, too.
What if that was
part of God's design?
Faith and science can co-exist
is what you're saying?
That's what I'm saying, yeah.
We can agree on that.
I still can't figure you out
with this game.
How long
have we been playing this?
What's the date?
July 20th.
It's July?
I can't tell
if you're baiting me.
I see what you did there.
But I bet you didn't see...
this.
Don't underestimate me, Abby.
A lot of people
make that mistake.
Same.
Queen to King 7.
Hello?
You piece of garbage!
You paid me
with counterfeit money.
Who's this?
You know damn well who this is!
It's Tammy, you piece of crap.
I've been busted for using
the money that you paid me.
I'm telling
the police everything.
They know where you live.
They're coming for you.
You're finished.
Checkmate.
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
God! No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
They're coming!
She's not bluffing.
They'll search everything.
Okay, Abby,
here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna clean everything.
We are gonna sanitize
this entire place,
do you understand?
The kitchen, the bedroom,
the living room,
the shipping container...
Everything!
We cannot leave one scent
of your DNA on this property.
Do you understand?
And then what?
What do you mean, and then what?
- Where are you gonna take me?
- I don't know!
Kibby, I've done
everything you asked...
Abby, I can't.
You know this.
- Kibby, please. Please.
- Come on. No. Come here.
Okay.
We have to clean.
We have to clean.
Come on. We have to start
cleaning as soon as we can.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Here, take this.
There can't be
an ounce of DNA anywhere.
Nothing.
Nothing can be traced
back to me!
These are the same clothes
you were wearing
when I...
Just put them on.
What then?
I'm sorry, Abby.
I'm sorry for doing this to you.
I'm sorry for ruining your life.
Please forgive me.
Please don't hate me for this.
It's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Where are we going?
Kibby, please.
Shut up!
Pike Road...
Are we in Conway?
You said you took me
to another state.
I lied. Sue me.
I kept all my promises to you!
I kept
all of my promises to you.
Shut up!
Please let me go.
Shut up!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Life doesn't work
that way, okay?
I can't go to jail.
You've been misunderstood
your whole life.
No one has ever
taken you seriously.
No one has ever listened to you,
except me.
Kibby, please.
Please...
make me a promise.
You owe it to me.
Please...
leave my body some place
where it'll be found.
I want my mom and dad
to have closure.
Please, please promise me.
Hello?
What's that?
Abby!
- Abby!
- Mom!
Abby! Abby!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God...
You're home!
Despite being so afraid,
and the horrible things
Kibby did to me,
I knew my only chance
of survival
was to make Kibby see me
as a person,
not an object.
In an odd way,
I began to see him
in that way, too,
which is why he believed
we were friends.
God was with me.
I know that.
So was the love
from my mom, my dad,
my friends, and my family,
who I knew were out there
praying for me every day.
When I returned to the valley
where Kibby took me,
I was told that the people there
couldn't remember a horse
like the one I described.
Angels come in all forms.