Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 14, Episode 6 - Friending Emily - full transcript

In the criminal justice
system, sexually based offenses

are considered
especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate
these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as
the special victims unit.

These are their stories.

Crap.

Uh--no, it's okay.

I got it.
I got it.

- Hi.
- This is my job.



You cannot
just show up here.

Well, hi, Amanda.
It's nice to see you too.

I mean, that's--

that's not what I meant.

I just--I got
nowhere else to go.

Um... yeah.

You do.
My apartment. Okay?

Just wait here.

Is everything okay?

I need an hour.

Something happen to her?

No, she's... fine.

She's my sister.
Uh...

Family.
It's complicated.



It's great here.
We're going to a ship.

- Uh, the Intrepid.
- Not me.

One more museum,
I'm going to kill myself.

Mom,
Taylor's just kidding.

Okay, kids,
time to go on the bus.

Our bus is leaving.
I gotta go.

Okay.
Bye, mom.

You can go.
I'm not.

First time in the city,
and you're already tired of it?

An aircraft carrier?
Seriously?

[Laughs]

There are better places
to party.

And, uh...

how do I find them?

I don't know.
You're a little young.

I'm a little bored.

[Chuckling]

Well, I could send you
an e-vite.

Pop in your email.

It's a frat party.

Tompkins Square U.
Plenty of guys.

You get there before me,
just tell them

Wendi invited you.

I'm Taylor.

You can't go to a party
by yourself.

Well,
you're not tagging along.

Taylor, if your friend
wants to--

My sister.
Emily.

Well, if she wants
to come with,

I'm sure she'll be okay.

Let's go, everybody!
Come on.

The bus is ready to leave.

Come on.

Girls, come on.
The bus is leaving.

See you later.

[Rock music]
[Indistinct chatter]

♪

Trash!

Yeah!

♪

Someone needs a shot!

No, thank you.

Come on,
tastes like candy.

Have some fun, Emma!

It's Emily, and I don't--
I don't drink.

Just one.

Chaz... come on, man.

- She's what, 15?
- All right.

Thank you.

And, uh, I'm 14, actually.

No worries.

Don't trust Chaz, though.

He's a spotter.

Like, looking for drunk girls,
setting them up.

Really?

Yeah. I'm Peter.

- Emily.
- Nice to meet you, Emily.

I used to live here.

Now, I'm kind of like
everybody's big brother.

They know I'm watching.

My sister invite you?

Well, she invited Taylor.

[Rock music]

[Cheering]

Just because you're
from North Carolina

doesn't mean
you're a bigger fan.

Hey. Soda?

Ooh. Thank you.

We were just talking
about our mutual love

for The Tar Heels.

Is that a band?

[Chuckles] No.
A basketball team.

Sports?

Party on, you two.

We will.

[Cheering]

Chaz!

So...

Who's the better kisser?

Uh, you know,
I'm still not sure.

Maybe we should try again.

Taylor?

Taylor?

Taylor, are you there?

[Muffled rock music]

Taylor?

- Hey!
- Oh, God.

Where's Taylor?
I can't find her.

Don't worry.

I'm sure she can take care
of herself.

Don't worry.
I'll get you home safe.

I got ya.

[Dramatic music]

♪

I really

And the topless
15-year-old is Taylor?

She texted that
to a friend

who texted it to half
the kids here.

I-I called as soon
as I saw it.

Do you know the boy
in the photo?

That's not a boy,

and he doesn't go
to Mulberry.

Now, the Culphers Sisters--

they... party a lot?

Taylor, yes.
She's wild.

But--but Emily,
I mean, she--

she brought a stuffed animal
with her.

Did they tell
any of their friends

where they were going?

A frat party
at Tompkins Square.

Both girls are missing?

Oh.

We're on it.

Kim...
what's that bruise?

I tripped.
I was a little tipsy.

- Did Jeff do that?
- Jeff's over.

I know he loves me,
but we can't work that one out.

And I can't go back to Atlanta
because you know how mom is,

and I can't move in with her
because she's gonna freak out.

- I can't handle that.
- Okay, well, okay, okay.

Calm down.
Take a breath.

I just need to get
out of there, like you did.

You know, I always
admired you

for picking
up and leaving us all behind

to start over.

Does mom
know you're here?

Mm-hmm.

And Jeff?

Jeff doesn't know
that we're still in touch.

He's still kind of mad
at you.

[Sighs]
[Cell phone vibrating]

Rollins.

Okay, Tau Omega.

I'm on my way.

Okay, I gotta go.

Food's in the fridge.

The keys
are on the table.

You're set here.

See you later on tonight.

Hey, Amanda.

I'm done with the drama.

I really am, I just--

I want to hang out
like sisters.

Me too.

I'm glad you're here.

I you.

I love you too.

Those girls still not
answering their cells?

Nope.
You'd think the older sister

would look out
for the little one.

Huh.

Sorry.
How's your sister doing?

Hurricane Kim?

Ah, she says
she's taking her meds.

My family,
it's just...

You know
all families got stuff.

My brother says my son's
not welcome over to his house

on Thanksgiving.

Seriously?
Why, 'cause he's gay?

He thinks it's contagious?

[All cheering on cell phone]

I count about 12 felonies
in the first three minutes.

We need the name
of everybody at the party.

Like we cared about?

It was on Twitter,
Tumblr, Hookup,

even Facebook.

How about we start
with this?

Here's this guy
with the topless girl.

Wow.

That's my buddy Merc.

Where is he?

Now.

[Cell phone ringing]

TARU just got a hit
on the older sister's phone.

It's less than 100 feet
from where you're standing.

NYPD!

Open up, Merc!

What's goin' on?

- You Taylor?
- Yeah.

Look, I didn't do anything.

I got a scrip
for whatever you find.

We don't care.
How old are you, player?

21.

15 will get you 10,
genius.

Sh-she never said
she was 15.

Well, she is 15.

You're under arrest
for statutory rape

and stupidity, frat boy.

[Cuffs snapping]
Taylor...

We're looking
for your sister Emily.

Wait, she's not
at the hotel?

If anything was wrong,

she would have
sent me something.

She texted me last night.

Oh, my God.

Don't worry.

I'll get you home safe.

I got ya.

Emily videoed
her own abduction?

She sent it to her sister
before her cell phone went dead.

Smart girl, but we won't get
an ID off that.

Anything else?

Parents are on their way.

It gets worse--
someone installed malware

on Taylor's phone.

Accesses everything
on the user's cell.

I mean, Facebook, email,
photos, playlists.

The user can completely
profile his target.

"Taylor Culphers.

Sister: Emily."

Family dog name is Spike.

She has a pierced navel.

The predator uses
this information

to form a bond
with the target.

He had Taylor's profile.

How's that helping
with Emily?

Well, they're sisters.

I mean, Emily's info is
all over Taylor's social media.

Emily likes baking,
loves Lenka, The Tar Heels.

She's mad at her parents
for fighting.

The little girl
didn't stand a chance.

Just in case he's using her
for kiddie porn,

we should run it
through NCMEC.

The facial recognition software
has really come along.

It's worth a shot,
and maybe Merc and the sister

can ID whoever
took her.

Our guy's a pro,
moves fast.

Get Emily's face out there.

We're not looking
at a college party gone wrong.

How was I supposed to know
she was 15?

She was stacked!
You saw 'em.

Hey, as long as there's grass
on the infield, you play ball.

Game's over, Merc.

You're going down
for kiddie porn.

That's a long, dark road.

I'm gonna wait
for my lawyer.

Yeah, you do that.
Roll the dice.

You know,
but all I'm asking

is an innocent question.

Right?

Did you see Emily
at the party?

It's pretty simple.

[Sighs]

[Slaps table]

She kind of hung back.

She hung back?

Was she by herself
or with somebody?

I saw her with Peter.

Peter who?

Is he
your fraternity brother?

No, older.

I don't know his last name.

He was a brother at Tau Omega
out west.

He shows up at parties
with... supplies.

What, drugs, alcohol?

Like that.

With his sister Wendi.

Well,
Peter's the supplier.

What's Wendi?

I didn't know her.

I met her
in the hotel lobby.

She sent me an e-vite.

But you gave this Wendi
your email?

Yeah,
to get the party address.

How they got
the malware on the phone.

I don't understand.

She put a spyware program
on your phone

to learn more personal details
about you and Emily.

So this is my fault.

Taylor, blaming yourself
isn't gonna help your sister.

[Crying]
Emily was looking for me.

I heard her knock.

Okay, can you
describe Wendi?

She was in her 20s.

Uh... nose ring.

She had brown hair.

She was... a little bit
taller than me.

Can you remember
anything specific?

She had
a leather wrist band

with a round metal thing
on it.

We got something.

Captain,
need to check this out.

Hey, we got a hit
from NCMEC.

Led us to this.

"Link Free Or Die."

It's a web host
for illegal sites,

guns, drugs, revolution,
and porn.

It hosts a kiddie porn site
called Lolitaville.

Good morning.

I bought you
some new clothes.

Oh, I can't wait
to see you in these.

So sexy.
You'll love them.

That's streaming live.

It's as soft as your skin,
isn't it?

It's okay.
Come on, touch them.

Feel them.

Yeah,
say hi to everybody.

- Are we tracing that?
- Yeah, I'm--

I'm hitting brick walls.

This is coming from nowhere.

They're just for you.

After your bath.

I can help you
wash your hair.

[Crying]
I want to go home.

Please, I'll do
whatever you want.

Well, he picked
the right victim.

She's a people pleaser.
She's not gonna fight back.

Well, it might
keep her alive.

Get up.

Say good-bye
to everybody for now.

Rollins,
what's taking so long?

Captain, I am trying.

Well, at least we know
Emily's alive.

I'm gonna tell Taylor.

- I need stills of that.
- Yeah.

[Door opens]

Hey.

Taylor.

That's it.

That's like the bracelet
Wendi had.

She said
he was her brother.

Did you see him and Emily
leave together?

[Crying] No.

Is he with her, though?
Did you find Emily?

Not yet.

But we do know
that she's alive.

If you don't know
where she is,

how do you know?

Oh, God.

Why did I have to go
to that stupid party?

My sister--

I can't track this video,
or the website that hosted it.

It's using onion protocol,
so it's on the Darknet.

I mean, the IP addresses
are invisible.

TARU can't crack it?

No, I mean, we can access
the sites, find the porn,

but... it's completely
anonymous.

We have no way to track
where it's coming from.

And finding Emily,
it's hopeless.

Turn that off.

Mr. and Mrs. Culphers?

Are you talking
about Emily?

- Hopeless?
- Was that my daughter?

- I apologize.
- Oh, my God.

Where's Taylor?
I want to see her.

- She's here.
- Oh, she's here now?

Where was she when Emily
was disappearing, huh?

[Crying]
Mom, I'm so sorry.

You don't have
to apologize, honey.

It's not your fault.

You shouldn't have been here
in the first place.

- It's your mom.
- Are you blaming me?

- Yes!
- Are you kidding me?

Mr. Culphers, let's go.
My office.

Mrs. Culphers,
I'm Detective Benson.

I need to ask you
about Emily.

Any identifying marks,
medical conditions,

- anything you can tell me.
- Let's, uh...

Let's get you something
to eat, huh?

We're doing everything
we can.

This Darknet.

There's nothing anybody
can do about it?

Not even the feds?

We can ask.

When he drinks,
he yells.

But Emily loves him.

Daddy's little girl?

How about Taylor?

[Crying] Uh...
they fight.

You know, he's strict.

But kids need discipline,
right?

She's too soft on them.

I never should have
let them go!

Any issues
with your daughters?

What are you saying?

This is on me?

I got a temper--
this is my fault?

No, no--
no one is saying that.

Why don't you tell me
about Emily?

She seems like
a good girl.

She is.

She's perfect.

She always does
what she's told, you know?

Hey, I don't need
a therapy session from you.

Okay?
I just need to know--

what are you doing
to find my daughter?

Good God.

Thought we had a hard job.

Detectives,
I told you on the phone,

the Darknet
is a black hole.

Did you even look
at the site?

There's not much
to go on.

I search these videos
for clues

until my eyes bleed.

Get some luminol.

You can see where the guy
I replaced punched his ticket.

A 14-year-old girl
is missing.

And I've got
thousands missing.

Your girl's too close
to looking legal.

Hard to prosecute
those cases.

Maybe you should just
walk away from this job.

[Scoffs]

Boy in diapers?

Got 37,000 comments
in two days.

We're playing whack-a-mole.

We knock down one side,
and another one pops up.

Thanks for your help.

Detectives,

a long shot--

there's a hacker
we just nailed.

He took down some Darknet
kiddie porn sites.

And he got arrested
for that?

Oh, no, uh...

and the Yankees' website.

They should have given
the guy a medal.

The DA was a Yankees fan.

Hacker's name is Job.

He's at Rikers,

about to be transferred
upstate.

Thanks.
[Phone vibrating]

Kim.

Uh... okay.

Stay there.

That was my sister.

I'm gonna have to go home
for a minute.

Do what you gotta do.

Kim.

Mandy, you came home.

What's going on?

You... out.

Out!
Go.

Hey!
What are you doing?

That's my new friend.

You don't have to treat him
that way.

You didn't need
to do that.

You're bringing strangers
into my house?

He wasn't a stranger.
He was a really nice guy.

He actually hooked me up.

You call me for money?

I found it in your freezer,
like home.

[Scoffs] You just washed
200 bucks down the drain.

I can't have this here.
I am a detective.

Oh, right,
but gambling's fine, right?

Actually,
I'm done with that.

In fact, if you'd like
to come with me

to a meeting,
I think that--

Actually, you know
what I would love?

I was thinking maybe I
could come follow you around.

You know, learn the job
a little bit.

I mean, I wanted to be
a cop first.

You took that from me.

Okay.

When's the last time
you ate?

You got no food
in this house.

How about I order
delivery pizza?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

That sounds great.

So... this host,
LFOD--it's a clearinghouse.

It's like, uh, drudge
for the Darknet.

Lots of guys post through it--
Chinese dissidents,

Syrian rebels,
traffickers.

Kiddie porn suppliers.

This is the hacker
from Rikers?

He did take down
two kiddie porn rings.

So we're hoping Peter
will take his bait?

It's two steps to Peter.

First, we have to get
into the site

that hosts his videos.

It's basically
a digital Trojan horse.

Some days,
I miss knocking on doors.

Oh, yeah,
we got him.

Looks like
they got something.

Link Free Or Die
took the bait.

- We're on his tail.
- We got a hit.

It's all over the place.

Don't worry,
it'll find a home soon.

Czech Republic,
Netherlands, Rio.

- We could call Interpol.
- Why?

My malware's on his site.

I can shut him down
right now.

No, don't do that.

This is our only connection
to the kidnapper.

Can you search this site?

Sure, any user can search.

I can find time codes,
hit rates.

Download dates.

I can track the users
using my virus.

Okay, so check every file
that Peter sent

to Link Free Or Die,
recent video files first.

I'm on it.

Now entering Lolitaville.

Oh, there's one.
Is that a new post?

Yeah.
It's "Emily, Part Two."

Streaming live.
2,000 viewers.

Our little princess.

All clean and ready
to take requests.

Right, Emily?

Let me brush your hair.

It's almost time
for the show.

Wow, you're so beautiful.

And you have
so many fans that want

to see you in action,
Emily.

Our hacker found uploads from
Peter going back five years.

Every year, a new girl.
Five Lolitaville videos.

- Emily makes six.
- Same scenario every time?

At first, he starts
in the bedroom,

then to the bath,
and then...

It depends
on audience requests.

And the last video
we have of Emily,

he invited his audience
to submit requests?

How long between posts?

Sometimes a few days,
and sometimes more.

No sense of place or time,
outside sounds...

It's a windowless room.

The clothes, the toys,
bedspreads, furniture.

They're all generic.

- All we have are the girls.
- Yeah.

Odds are,
when he's through...

they go into drugs
or prostitution.

They're probably
in the system.

- I'll issue warrants.
- Warrants for what?

They're all victims.

You'll think of something.

We've got to get Emily.
Fast.

These other girls,
it's too late for them.

Beth Marks,
AKA Misty Day.

The girl's gone pro.

Yeah, well,
after Peter turned her out,

she didn't have
anywhere else to go.

Looks like her
right there.

Hey, Misty.

My set doesn't start
for an hour.

We're not fans.

We're not here as fans.

Five years ago, your family
reported you missing.

What do you want from me?

Need your help.

Peter has another girl.

Save your breath.

We're all forced to do things
to survive.

- I moved on.
- Yeah, I can see that.

Worse things have happened.

Trust me.

At least
I was taken care of.

Honey...

he wasn't taking care
of you.

Peter? No.

Peter takes care of Peter.

I meant Wendi.

What can you tell us
about Wendi?

She'll tell you
the same thing I am.

She had it worse.

She'd run away.

Peter saved her
from the street.

Say where she was from?

Somewhere out west.

Like the UP
or something.

You know what, Beth?

- When we catch this guy--
- You won't.

And I go by Misty now.

That's Liza.

She wasn't kidnapped.

She ran away.
Came back with some wild story.

She ever mention being forced
to make Internet movies?

I'm gonna tell you
what I told her.

I don't want to hear that.

Well, it turns out
it might be true.

Why we talking
about this?

She's gone.

She OD'd
three months ago.

I'm so sorry.

What happened?

She straightened
herself out.

She got a job.
She--she started using again.

Claims because she ran
into this girl.

It got her all upset.

Wait, this girl--

Liza say her name?

Wendi.

She started in
with these kidnapping stories.

I thought she was making
excuses for using.

So she was telling
the truth.

[Camera clicking]

Katrine Kearns?

Detectives?
Uh, this is a photo shoot

for Norwegian Apparel.

We got our permits.

We just actually wanted

to talk to your photographer
privately.

Katrine, do you mind?

Sorry. Can't.

I'm Katrine's husband
and her lawyer.

She's shy.
I'm not.

Twins, take five.

We wanted to ask you
about some of your friends.

Wendi and Peter?

Yeah,
Katrine tells me everything.

I know all about that.

Ugh. Those bastards.

After they were through
defiling her,

they tried to sell her.

Why don't you
let her tell it?

Peter... gave me
to this guy.

A broker.
He--

He tried
to turn her out,

but I saved her
from that life.

So if that's all you need,
we have a clothing line to push.

If you're selling clothes,

how come the twins
barely have any on?

Very funny.
How are my girls?

- Good.
- We're good.

My husband did...
save me, you know.

I have a career now.

I do private photos.

Family portraits.
Do you have any kids?

Nieces?
Nephews?

Not yet, no.
Thank you.

How much you think
he paid his broker for her?

She's his slave.

Maybe not.

"Wendi,
Marquette, Michigan."

Katrine's tip paid off.

We found one missing girl--
Jane Kalreiss from Marquette.

Her family's
still searching for her.

This could be our Wendi.

Wendi went from vic
to procurer.

Anything
to make Peter happy.

Taylor's still here, right?
Bring her over.

Okay, so, guys,
I took Jane's photo,

and I used age progression
software.

I got this.

All right,
I put the pic

into every database
I could think of.

NCIC, DMV.

These are the possibilities
we came up with.

What's going on?

Taylor... we need you
to take a look

at some photos.

Now, do you
recognize anyone?

Yeah.
That's her.

This one?

Yeah, that's Wendi.

Different hair color,
but that's her.

That's great.
That's really helpful, Taylor.

You can tell your mom and dad
that we're getting somewhere,

okay?

Okay.
Look, Jersey license.

Two-year-old Nissan
registered to Wendi Baker.

Run the plates

through National Vehicle
Location System.

Find her.

So what's our play?

We bring her in,
it'll scare Peter off.

We make her
our Trojan horse.

Spook her a bit,
hope she leads us

back to Peter
and Emily.

Detective Rollins,
call for you.

See, I told you
she'd come.

You messed
with the wrong family.

What'd I even do?
I was just having a good time.

Kim, shut up.

I'm sorry, officer.

She had an open container,
Detective.

Okay.
Come on, let's go.

- It won't happen again.
- You're damn right it won't.

She busted you.

[Giggling]

Are you trying
to sabotage me?

No.

I didn't come
all the way up here

to sit alone
in your apartment.

Get in.

Will you at least
take the cuffs off?

Don't push it, Kim.

This has gotta be her.

- Jane Kalreiss?
- NYPD.

You have a minute?

- Not really.
- Norwegian Apparel.

That's a teen brand.
Those for you?

What do you want?

This girl...

she went missing
from a midtown hotel.

What's she got
to do with me?

You spoke to her.

We tracked you from
the hotel security cameras.

I talk
to a lot of people.

Look, we could
really use your help.

This girl's sister
remembers nothing.

Did you see them leave
with anyone?

Sorry.

Look, if you think
of anything,

remember anything.

Will you call me?

Now, let's make it easy.

Just call Detective Benson
right now,

so we have your number.

It's a missing girl
from out of town.

We gotta go by the book.

[Typing]

You got the wiretap warrant
that fast?

I'm quick.
We live yet?

Peter? Peter.

Something wrong, Wendi?

Just, uh,
hitting some traffic.

Why don't you take
the dog to the vet?

The south shore,
Staten Island.

[Sighs]

Phone powered down.
We lost it.

Tell Benson and Amaro
not to lose Wendi.

She's our only link
to Peter now.

Call it in.

Police!
Don't move.

Jane Kalreiss...

you're under arrest.

Hey, hey.

Don't worry, Emily.

You'll be fine.

They won't get you.
I won't let them.

Okay?

[Stairs creaking]

Emily?

Ah, they're gone.

We're too late.

Careful, Detective.

We're live.

Go ahead,
ask me a question.

Anything.

[Whispering]
He can't see me.

Keep him talking.
I'll go.

Um... where are you?

Ah...
[Chuckles]

I'm glad you have
a sense of humor.

Look, all we want
is the girl.

Are you all right,
Emily?

Go ahead,
tell him.

[Voice shaky]
I'm okay.

I haven't hurt you,
right?

That's right.
He hasn't hurt me.

We miss 'em?

Or they were never here.

Look, it's possible
that this is a decoy house.

Peter's with Emily
on a live video feed,

we don't know where.

Amaro's keeping him
talking.

So they could be
anywhere in the world.

Well, maybe not.

All of the other victims
have a relationship to Wendi.

She's valuable to Peter.
He keeps her close.

I'll call TARU, see if they
can trace a video feed.

You think
we can get Wendi--

Jane to talk?

[Sighs]
It's not gonna be easy.

After all these years?

I mean,
she's fused with Peter.

Well, let's just hope there's
something left of Jane.

Sorry about that.

Sure you don't want
to keep me cuffed?

I think
you've been hurt enough.

By who? Peter?

[Chuckling]

Is that what
you think happened?

He didn't hurt me.
He saved me.

He saving Emily now?

Yeah.

She's better off here.

In this room
that he kept you in?

That bed
that he raped you in?

Wasn't like that.

You're scaring
my Emily.

Yeah, I don't want to do that,
all right?

I just want her safe.

Safe? Why do you think
that I rescued her?

She's 14 years old,

she's at a frat party at night
in New York City?

Yeah, I hear that.

We saw the videos, Jane.

[Cuffs crank shut]

You were just
a little girl.

- It's Wendi.
- He forced you.

You and all those other
little girls.

Liza, Katrine.

He was trying
to save them too.

Liza used drugs.

Katrine had no one.

Peter says our society
treats girls like objects.

They're disposable.

Like Liza was.

She OD'd.

You know,
she started using

right after
she ran into you.

[Scoffs]

She was a train wreck
anyway.

Her family didn't care.

None of these girls
had anyone who missed them.

Emily's family cares.

Her mom and dad are going
out of their minds.

They'll forget
about her.

They haven't left
the squad room all night.

They're desperate,
just like your family was.

My family didn't even
report me missing.

- Who told you that?
- Peter did.

He said no one
cares about me.

No one loves me
but him.

We have
the missing persons flyers

that your parents made.

[Scoffs]
You're lying.

Jane,
that's how we found you.

Peter gave me clothes.

Peter fed me.

When I got too old,

he let me stay.

[Door closes]

Last year,
we went on a cruise.

That's not true.

Your family
never stopped looking for you.

Ever.

What kind of parents

send their child to New York
without them?

I know, but if it
weren't for you,

who knows what would
have happened to her?

Oh,
you're gonna mock me now?

Listen,
I'll turn this off right now.

Hey, no, no, no.
Don't do that.

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

I never hurt my girls.

Even on request night.

You should hear some of
the things these sickos ask for.

I'm gentle!

Isn't that right?
Tell him.

[Quietly]
He's gentle.

Yeah, I-I know.

Hey, Peter, you're--

you're a gentleman.

I can't imagine...

what that
must have been like.

And how scary that must
have been, being all alone,

never knowing
what's going to come next.

I knew
he'd always come back.

To do what, Jane?

To make you perform
for the cameras?

To take requests?

You get used to that part.

Honey... even the part

with all the other men?

- Jane.
- Oh, don't call me that.

Someone wants
to talk to you.

[Crying] Jane!

Oh, my God!

Mom?

Oh, my--

They never stopped
looking for you.

Jane, it's all right.

It's all right.

Just come home to us.

[Crying]

Ohh! It is you.

[Crying]
Ashley.

See, they answered
as soon as I called.

[Sniffles]
You're all grown up.

[Tearful laugh]

So are you.

[Baby crying]

That's your niece.

I named her Janey.

[Baby crying]

Jane...

it's okay, honey.

It's okay.
Talk to them.

Come on.
Talk to 'em.

Where's dad?

He didn't make it, Jane.

It was so hard for him,
all of us.

He went every time
they found anything.

It was too much.

Jane...

Emily's family
wants her back,

just like your family
wants you back.

- She doesn't know the address?
- No, Peter was smart.

He didn't take any risks.

He blindfolded Wendi
every time.

She said she remembered
it was a house

with no steps
on the front door,

and it was
on a curving road.

Bet it was
a white house too.

[Scoffs]

I don't want my Emily
to end up

like those girls
on the street.

Drugs...

disease.

That won't happen to her.

You don't want that,
do you?

You want to stay right there,
don't you, sweet girl?

[Crying]

- Police! Don't move!
- Let me see your hands!

Get your hands
where we can see them!

- Move away from the girl.
- Okay, okay.

This is on camera.
I'm unarmed.

I'm not resisting.
I have no bruises!

You are under arrest
for kidnapping

- in the first degree...
- Come here, darling.

Unlawful imprisonment
and possession...

Don't hurt me.
This is being recorded.

[Handcuffs snapping]

We're live, right now!

Not anymore.

Emily!
I am so sorry!

[Sobbing]

[Sobbing]
My babies.

[Crying]

Thank you.

Hope she gets the chance
to be a kid again.

We can hope.

It's a good job,
all of you.

Thanks, Cap.

Get home safe, guys.

What do you say
you take tomorrow off, Nick?

See your daughter.

That's an order.

Hold up.

Thanks.

[Sighs]

You got plans
for tonight?

Oh, no, I'm... wiped.
You?

Quiet night at home
with my sister.

We haven't really had
the chance to catch up, so...

Yeah, I know.

There's a lot going on
with her.

That can't be easy
for you.

She likes
to stir things up.

Keeps her calm.

[Bell dings]
I can handle it, you know.

Still...

take care of yourself.

[Door shuts]

Jeff?

Get off of her.

Oh, Amanda.

Don't you ever think
of knocking?

You--here.
You're leaving. Now.

Whoa! Honey... chill.

Your sister invited me.

Yeah, he said
he was sorry.

He's gonna take me
to Cancun.

That's right.
I'm gonna take care of my girl.

Who else can she count on,
if not Jeff?

You can count on me
to shoot your ass

if you're not out
of my apartment

- in 30 seconds.
- Amanda!

- Whoa, whoa!
- What the hell?

All right, I-I missed him.

And--and you're never around,
and I was lonely.

Well, that's better
than being beaten bloody,

isn't it?

13, 12, 11...

Now I know
where crazy comes from.

You ain't seen crazy.
7, 6...

Show up again,
no warning!

[Door slams]

What the hell
did you do that for?

All right, I didn't
ask for your help.

I can take care of myself.

You're welcome.

[Sighs]