Carjacked Page #5

Come on, Lorraine.

You don't trust me, huh?

- You're going in the f***ing trunk.

- Listen to me.

You're going in the trunk.

You're going in the f***ing trunk.

- I didn't want my boy to get hurt.

- That's it.

No. No.

Little b*tch.

Roy! Roy!

You f*** with me?

Everything was fine.

Everything was f***ing fine,

Lorraine.

How's the trunk

back there, honey?

You could have been nice

and cozy up here with me.

I f***ing warned you.

I warned you, honey.

Yeah, keep banging.

Keep banging.

You bang your car all you want,

you f***ing b*tch.

You just pushed me.

She just...

I mean, who are these f***ing people?

I just picked the wrong two people.

You make all the noise you want,

Lorraine. I can't hear you, all right?

OW.

You had to f*** it up.

Jesus Christ.

Come on, buddy.

Let's get you home.

There it is.

There it is.

- What the f***, man?

- What are you doing?

I thought I had the wrong house.

Taking a crap, man, you know.

What I've been through

getting to this f***ing place.

Jesus Christ.

Tell me what happened with the money?

Why did you go to the steel mill?

I mean, it's kind of like home.

You know, it's empty.

Freaking cops everywhere...

what do you want me to do?

What, man?

Are you stoned?

I'm not stoned, man.

No, not at all.

You're wasted, huh?

I am not wasted.

Got too much to do tonight.

All right.

Oh. Oh God.

Don't hit him, Lorraine.

He's already dead.

No! Roy!

- I wanted you to have some company.

- No!

No-0-o!

Roy!

Roy, no!

No.

Please.

Please, Roy.

Roy, please.

Let me out. Roy.

Excuse me, do you have

a phone, please?

- What city?

- Whitfield County.

I'm looking for the Whitfield County

School District headquarters, please.

One moment.

Okay, do you have a pen?

- The phone number is...

- Go ahead.

Thank you.

Please deposit 50.

I'm sorry.

I hate to bother you again,

but I'm having a little trouble.

Can you please give me

I can't give you change

unless you buy something.

Buy something?

You don't understand.

I don't have any money.

I don't want change.

You said you needed change

for the phone.

Yes, I want 50.

Okay, fine.

Here, 35, okay?

If you can spare it, I need to make

a phone call. it's an emergency.

What kind of emergency?

It don't cost nothing to dial 911.

Jesus Christ.

Whoa whoa, you don't need

to take the Lord's name in vain.

- Here's your 50.

- Thank you.

Have a blessed day.

- Whitfield School District.

- May I help you?

Yes, I'm trying to find my son.

He got on one of your buses by mistake.

Which school

does he attend, ma'am?

No, he doesn't

go to school. He's...

I'm sorry.

He's not one of our students?

No no no.

Listen, it's hard to explain.

One of your buses

was at a truck stop

on Highway 61

early this morning.

There were a bunch of kids.

I think they were on

a field trip or something.

Okay, did you get

the bus number, ma'am?

No, I didn't get

the bus number.

Jesus, how many buses

do you have out that time of day?

I just started my shift

I'm so sorry. I'm upset.

I lost my kid.

I don't know what to do.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

What was his name again?

His name is Chad.

One moment, please.

- Ma'am, are you still there?

- Yes. Yes, I'm still here.

Did you say Chad?

Yes.

Seven years old, light hair?

Yes yes.

You have him?

- Ma'am.

- Is he all right?

- Yes, ma'am, he's fine.

- Oh, thank God. Thank God.

We turned him over to the Whitfield

Country Sheriff's Department.

Would you like

that number so you can call?

Yes, thank you.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

I need another 50.

Yes, hello.

I'm trying to find my son.

His name is Chad.

This is his mom.

Hello hello.

You got anything to eat

around here?

Honey, when are you gonna let me

take a picture of you?

Why?

'Cause I want Santa to know exactly

what I want for Christmas.

Now why would I want

to be with you?

'Cause I'm funny,

financially stable

and I've got a very interesting

DNA structure.

I'll get you a seat. Take your coat off.

You look like an Eskimo.

Well, it's cold in here

because of you, baby.

Oh Jeez.

- Hey hey, take these.

- Lord, are you trying to kill me?

Maybe, if you don't

give me some.

How's everybody doing?

Yes, hello.

I'm trying to find my son.

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, honey.

Is that you?

Are you all right?

Uh-huh. But man,

that was a long bus ride.

It's so good to hear

your voice, sweetie.

Mommy's gonna

pick you up soon, okay?

- I love you so much.

- I love you too, Mommy.

Put the deputy back

on the phone now, okay?

Okay.

Ma'am, this is

Detective Walsh again.

If you give me a location,

we'll send a car to pick you up.

Yes, hold on.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Where are we, please?

Imperial Diner and Truck Stop,

Highway 61,

just north of the I-20 junction.

We're at the Imperial Diner

Truck Stop, Highway 61,

just north of the I-20 junction.

Okay, and can you give me

a name and a description

of the man you say attacked you?

Okay, his name is Roy.

He di... I don't know his last name.

He was about 5'10", I guess,

medium build, brownish eyes,

shaggy brown hair

and dirty jeans, sweatshirt.

Ma'am, there's one other thing.

Because of your record...

- My record?

- Yes, ma'am.

The recent complaint

filed by your husband.

- My ex-husband.

- Yes, ma'am.

We'll have to turn your son over to

the Department of Children's Services.

What? We were carjacked.

Well, I understand, ma'am,

but when a child is abandoned like that,

the state feels

it has to investigate.

Excuse me, the state felt?

How about how I felt?

I thought he was going to kill us.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

- The report's already been filed.

I did not abandon my child.

Do you hear me?

You have no right to say that.

I did what I had to do

to protect him from that lunatic.

Oh my God, he's right outside. He has

a woman and a little girl with him.

- I didn't get that, ma'am.

- Could you repeat, please?

- He's here.

- The carjacker... he's right outside.

- Are you sure it's the same man?

- Yes, of course I'm sure!

- Okay, you just stay calm.

- We've got a car on the way, okay?

It's too late. He's getting in a car.

He's getting away.

Is it a Chevrolet or a Ford?

What kind of car is it?

Which way is it headed?

Ma'am, are you there?

- South.

- Can you describe the car, ma'am?

- It's... it's a car.

- Ma'am, just calm down.

It's being followed

by a beat-up green Bronco.

Damn!

Hello, peaches.

B*tch, what are you doing?

Psycho!

Psycho b*tch!

Sh*t.

- What's your name?

- Kristen.

Kristen, I'll let you go

as soon as I get to where I gotta go.

We don't have much further.

All right, should be

another couple of exits

and we'll be there finally.

- So how old are you, little girl?

- It doesn't matter.

You want to tailgate me or you want

to pass me? What are you doing?

Shut up.

God damn it.

What the f***?

Shut up.

Let them go, Roy, now!

You point a gun at me...

I point a gun at you.

Shut up, God damn it.

Don't point that f***ing gun

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