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fast food restaurants in the area

and see what deliveries were

made in the last few nights.

You never know,

we may get lucky.

Here you go.

Listen, don't worry.

We'll find him.

We've got our best people

working on this, okay?

- You got lucky.

- How so?

Driver knew the street

he picked her up from.

Quite a few Chinese restaurants

down there that deliver,

and one confirmed that they

delivered to a frank Watson.

Officers are picking him up

as we speak.

- All right.

- That's not all.

Take out guy said that even though

it was frank that placed the order,

it was Mimi

that answered the door.

Driver recognized her.

That's all he's been

talking about ever since.

Frank... what do we know

about this guy?

31, from Boston,

graduated from Columbia

with a degree in philosophy.

Single, no dependents,

no priors,

not even a parking ticket.

Let's bring Mr. Watson in

for a little chat.

All right.

Sorry about that.

Let's get started.

The time is 8:
23.

Sergeant Bryan here

with detective Hayes

interviewing frank Watson.

So, frank.

You've confirmed that you

understand the caution

and are happy to continue

this interview

while your attorney

is on his way.

Yes.

And do you know why you're here?

I understand allegations

have been made

and that they are

a pathetic attempt

at getting back at me.

- Get back at you for what?

- Hurting her.

Emotionally.

Not physically.

I never laid a finger on her.

There was no physical contact?

You know what I mean.

Yes, there was physical contact,

but I never assaulted her.

Did you have sex

with the complainant?

Yes, I had sex with Mimi.

So you acknowledge having

intercourse with miss Wyatt?

- Yes, she wanted to.

- How would you describe

your relationship

with miss Wyatt?

Nothing serious.

It was more of a physical thing.

So what do we do now?

What do you mean?

I mean, how do we see

each other again?

Why would we see

each other again?

Because this was good.

Really good.

I don't want it to be

the last time.

It's time for you

to go home now, Mimi.

- What?

- Leave.

I don't understand.

What do you mean. "Leave"?

What about the money?

- What money?

- The money. My ransom.

You won't get it

for your daughter.

What are you going on about?

This was just

a little bit of fun, okay,

but you gotta go now.

This isn't going anywhere.

Are you kidding me?

You kidnapped me!

What the f*** are you babbling

about, you crazy b*tch?

Get the f*** out of my house.

- Get out. Come on.

- You got what you wanted,

now you want me to leave?

You f***ing used me.

We f***ed once.

Get over it.

Get your hands off of me!

Get away from me!

How did you meet?

In a club a few nights ago.

- When?

- Thursday night.

I was at a club in town.

We hung out, got to chatting,

and I brought her home

that night.

The complainant

left voluntarily?

Yes. Her friends helped her

get into my car.

So you were in the club

on your own?

No, not to start with.

I was with a friend.

In fact,

you should speak to him.

He didn't see me leave

the club with Mimi,

but he did give me

a lift home yesterday

and he saw her

asleep on my sofa.

Name and address.

Paul Roberts.

1022 three forest Lane.

- No f***ing way!

- Shh!

- You were serious.

- Keep your voice down.

She made me promise

not to tell anyone.

So keep it to yourself. I don't want

to do anything to f*** this up.

Of course, but I am

expecting full details.

Yeah, of course, of course.

Soon as she realizes

I'm some broke idiot

and runs back to Branning,

I'll fill you in.

Thanks for the lift.

Had you met the complainant

before Thursday?

No.

And you say she voluntarily

went home with you?

Yes, ma'am.

And you've been with her

from Thursday

to the early hours

of this morning?

Yeah. She didn't

want to leave.

Said she was tired

of being photographed,

having to do meet and greets,

that kind of sh*t.

Said she wanted to go somewhere

where nobody could find her,

where she could be normal

with a regular guy.

Patronizing b*tch.

Let's go back

to how you two met.

I was at a club downtown.

She was there hosting, on the main

floor dancing with a girlfriend.

She was doing some photos

with some guys,

you know, selfies.

One of the guys got

a little too touchy-feely.

There was some

pushing and shoving,

she looked upset.

I stepped in to break it up.

That's when we started talking.

So what happened then?

Well, she was so drunk, her friends

thought it was time she leave,

so I offered to drive her home.

- Hi, sweetie!

- Mimi!

It's John and Kelly.

From the other night

at Westway, remember?

The Madonna?

Looks like you've been

having a good night then.

Yeah, I don't think she'll be

doing any more dancing tonight.

How you doing?

I'm frank, Mimi's friend.

- Oh, John.

- How are you?

- Another big night, huh?

- Yeah, yeah.

She's had enough, I think.

Yeah, it's probably best

if she gets home soon.

The front is swarming

with paparazzi.

I've got my car.

I could bring it around back.

I know the guy

who runs this place.

He'll let us use the staff exit.

I'm sorry, who are you?

- Oh, I'm Kelly. I've hung out with Mimi.

- Kelly, yes, yes.

Mimi mentioned you guys. She told

me how much fun you guys had.

Listen, I would hate to see

her get judged like this

just 'cause she's having

a good time, you know?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, of course.

Take her out the back exit.

I'll meet you

on the road outside.

- Okay.

- Okay. Cool, cool.

Her friends helped her

over to my car.

I mean, at this point,

she was pretty much out of it.

Out of it.

What do you mean, "out of it"?

She was completely wasted.

So why didn't you take her home?

I told you, she asked me

to take her back to mine.

She said her place would be

swarming with paparazzi.

I don't understand what that

has got to do with anything.

Miss Wyatt,

we just want the full story.

Were you intoxicated?

Yes, I was drinking that night.

So tell me how you got

to the property

where you were held hostage.

I don't remember.

I can't remember

leaving the club.

I don't remember much

after my meet and greet.

Look, I'm a gentleman.

I would never exploit a woman

who's clearly had

too much to drink.

All right, I didn't

touch her that night,

or the next day either.

We just hung out.

Mr. Watson, you kept her

against her will

- for three days.

- No. No, I didn't.

She wanted to stay.

She could have left

at any point.

Did she ever leave?

Yes, she did, and she came back.

That's bullshit. Why the

hell are you asking me this?

I told you I was kidnapped.

I couldn't leave.

So you never left the house?

I tried to,

but he took me back to his.

Against your will?

Of course.

So did he ever leave the house?

No.

Well, once.

Right. To buy your dress.

Yeah, he bought me a dress.

But I didn't know

he was gonna do that.

So how do you explain the text?

What text?

Here.

There's her text

telling me what size she is

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