Cleveland Abduction Page #2

See?

Here.

Come on, hey.

Okay, you're gonna

be hungry.

Will you please

let me go?

Come on,

get up.

Come on.

Oh!

No, please.

If you let me go,

I won't say anything.

You shut up.

No.

This is payment

for your services.

Gonna keep it in here.

Gently down the stream

Merrily, merrily,

merrily, merrily

Life is but a dream

My daughter Emily said...

everybody thinks

that you freaked out

and you took off.

You abandoned

your little boy.

You.

There's no posters

on poles,

no...no search parties.

Do you know

what that means?

Hey.

I can do whatever

I want with you.

I'm all you got.

Mama.

Help me!

Help!

Smart one.

I'm not worried.

You'll learn.

Eat.

Look, my mother made it.

It's not poisoned.

Look.

Mm.

It's good.

It's really good.

Smells good.

See?

If I was gonna kill you,

I would just shoot you

with my gun.

Here.

Ah, good girl.

Good girl.

Good.

All right.

Here.

Watch your timing on the E

right there

at the end there.

Oye, Pie,

watch your own timing.

What's got you so happy?

Sex on a shelf, bro.

Come on, let's do this.

One, two, three, and...

I wish I didn't

have to hurt you.

But I can't help it.

I got molested...

by someone who was supposed

to be watching out for me.

And nobody did nothing about it.

Hey, hey.

It's okay.

I'm sorry that you

had to suffer like that.

You know that

because you was hurt,

doesn't mean you have

to hurt people back, you know.

Imagine if someone was

doing this to your daughter.

Hmm?

You know, if you

let me go right now,

I would never tell anybody.

I would just say I got

in, like, an accident

and passed out, and...

And I swear to you,

it's...it's what I would say.

Well...

That sounds like

a really good idea.

I got me a real

little sharp one here, huh?

Yeah.

When do you feel

like doing this?

Right now,

right this second?

- What?

- Come on.

Come on, girl.

Get up.

I can't,

can't walk very well.

Well, then I reckon

I'm gonna have to carry

your sweet little ass.

Thank you.

Whoo, this is a good idea!

Where are you going?

Are you stupid enough to think

that I was gonna let you

out of here that easy?

What?

But after everything

you said to me!

Please!

You have to let me go!

Maybe I'll let you go,

maybe not.

Maybe I'll let you go

at Christmas.

No!

jingle bells

jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh

Hey

It's Santa Claus...

with a present for guess who.

Ah.

Ah.

Okay.

Hey, there's rules with TV,

just like there's rules

with everything else.

Actually, just...

one rule.

Can you guess what it is?

No, I'm sure

you're gonna tell me.

No...

no blacks!

No African-Americans,

or I'll take it away!

Do it again.

Just sing?

Sing it again.

Living all alone

In the corners

of my mind

Hoping and praying

and wishing

To see you one more time

To see you one more time

To see you one more time

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

You wrote that?

That's beautiful.

You think you could

write something for me?

I could bring it in,

and then I could

play lead on it.

It would be

really good for me.

Well, I already

wrote you something.

You already did?

Want to see it?

Sure.

I titled it Concrete.

Concrete.

"Now I lay here

on the floor,

"shivering and ashamed,

"because no one

truly loves me

or cares about me."

This is about you,

not me.

Yeah?

I wouldn't be so sure.

What are you

talking about?

You're in prison,

and it's worse than me,

'cause the prison is you.

You know what?

You're stupider

than I thought.

I mean, aren't you

cold yet and shivering

'cause nobody

cares about you?

You shut the hell up!

Shut up!

Ariel?

Hey, come on, let's go.

Hey, hermano.

Ariel.

Hola.

Hey, Dad.

Hi.

Thanks for bringing

them by.

They've been dying

to see you, man.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Where are you going?

To my old room to see

if my gym uniform's there.

It's not there.

I cleared everything out.

I was just gonna

go look anyway.

I said it's not there,

and it's a mess.

Come on,

forget about it.

Who wants hot dogs?

Hot dogs?

What's that?

It's the dog.

I had to lock

her upstairs.

She was tearing up

my stuff.

Oh.

You know, I've been cooped up

all day inside.

Let's go outside, everybody.

Come on, outside,

let's go.

Hey.

Don't be scared.

It's okay.

You had to try that once.

Unh!

One day you're gonna

be a big, big boy,

and you're gonna be

the king

of the second basemen.

And guess what?

You watch them

try to get past you.

I'll be sitting there so proud.

Who you talking to

in here?

My son.

Don't let me

hear it again.

Ugh.

You got a visitor.

Puppy?

For me?

Hi, puppy.

Come here.

Oh, my gosh,

he's so cute.

Hey, baby puppy.

Mm.

Mm.

Come here.

He better only crap

in the box.

Okay, it will.

Come here.

Oh, he's so cute.

Off to work I go.

You be good.

Oh, my God.

He made a mistake.

He didn't lock it.

We're going home.

You think I'm that big

of an idiot, huh?

Is that what you think?

Huh?

Oh, my God.

You're gonna pray

for mercy.

No!

Aah!

You stupid b*tch!

You're not

what I wanted!

How come I never,

ever get what I want?

Why?

Why?

Shh!

No, please,

let her go!

- Come here!

- Let her go!

No!

Run!

Run!

- Come here!

- Run, run, run!

Help us!

Help us, help us!

Let her go!

Please let her go!

Let her go!

Come on!

Anyone that's

seen anything,

or even thinks they have,

call the number

on the flyer.

I want my baby girl

to come home to me.

In the four weeks

since Amanda Berry went missing,

police have yet

to come up with a--

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

You're in the front room now.

Who are you?

I'm Michelle Knight.

We had art together.

You don't remember?

How long have you

been in here?

Since August.

Nine months.

Shh, no talking

between you two

unless I'm there.

If I hear one word,

one of you dies.

No, no!

You got that?

Sit down.

No!

No, no.

No, please.

Please, don't.

Please, please.

Shh, shh.

Amanda.

Amanda.

He said not to talk.

You and I need

to come up with a plan

and trick him so we

can get out of here.

Amanda.

Please don't talk.

Please.

Amanda?

On the day that marks two months

since Amanda Berry disappeared

on her way home from work,

friends, family, and neighbors

have gathered here

on this busy street corner

where the 17-year-old

was last seen.

Row, row, row your boat

Gently down the stream

Crap.

There's a lot of stuff

that she won't do.

So you have to.

Since when did you start

asking for permission?

Hey, why are you only

getting fat in one spot?

I'm not.

Did the moron go

and get herself pregnant?

No.

- I'm not having it.

- I didn't.

I'm not having one

of your ugly babies

in this house!

Come here.

Stay away from me.

Come here!

Stay away from me!

Oh!

Tomorrow,

it better be gone.

Good news, little girl.

I got a job out back

that needs doing,

so guess what, missy.

You and me,

we're going outside.

Here, but these on.

Come on.

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