Counterfeiting in Suburbia Page #6

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right?

Of course not.

It's just a bluff

to prevent her from flaking out on us.

You said he loves her, right?

Big time.

Then he's not going to do anything

to get her in trouble,

like pointing the finger at her best friend.

I don't know...

Counterfeiting is one thing,

but kidnapping?

You think I'm happy about this?

My ass is on the line here,

I have no choice.

Our asses..

We're in this together, remember?

You're right.

I'm sorry.

How far do you and Riley go back?

Fourth grade?

Third, actually.

Wow.

Well, if it's this easy for you

to betray someone you've known half your life...

I wonder how hard it is for you

to turn on someone you're just getting to know?

Relax, baby,

that's not going to happen.

That's right.

It's not.

How well do you know this Tim guy anyway?

Why does he need 50 grand?

Erica says that he owes money

to shady people, I don't...

And they'll kill him if he doesn't pay up.

[chuckles ruefully]]

No wonder he's taking hostages.

Maybe we can figure out where he's holding Oliver

and go in and get him.

We're not Delta Force, honey.

I'd take out a loan, but...

I'm already over-extended.

No bank is going to touch me with a 10-foot pole.

I can't let you go out on a limb for me.

I'm already out on a limb, Riley.

We both are.

The federal government is after you.

How do you think it's going to end?

What the hell were you thinking?

[sobs]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry...

We need options that don't involve the authorities.

I'm not gonna let them take you away from me.

It's time you taught me everything you know

about printing money.

You can't be serious.

You're all I have.

It's our only choice.

Well, I wish you'd spent this much time

on your schoolwork,

but I gotta to say, I'm impressed.

You have no idea how weird it is

to hear you say that.

Why...

because I'm your aunt?

Yeah,

and now we're business partners.

Well, we've always been partners.

You were just too busy being a teenager

to see it.

If we get through this,

I swear I will never slack off in school again.

I'm going to hold you to that.

All right...

show me what you can do.

[]

[knock on door]

Miss Cartwright?

I was hoping to have that chat with you and your niece

about Oliver Jackson.

Um... okay.

Come on in.

Late night?

Yeah.

I guess it was.

[chuckles awkwardly]

You know, this has just been hard on both of us.

Mm-hmm.

I'll just go see if she's awake?

I'd appreciate that.

That's the cop from yesterday.

It's okay, I don't think she knows anything.

She just wants to ask us some questions.

Now? You know he wants the money today, right?

I'm aware of that.

Now, go put some clothes on.

Hurry up, go.

And that was the last time

you had any contact with him?

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay.

Do you have any leads?

We have security camera footage

that suggests

there were at least two perpetrators,

one probably female. We think they were known

to the victim.

[splutters, sobbing]

Will this take much longer?

She and Oliver were...

are very close.

There's just one more thing.

Um...

We're investigating a counterfeiting ring

in the area.

It might be connected to several teenagers.

Do you know anything about that?

[Karen]:
Honey?

Counterfeiting? Um...

No.

Nothing at all?

Not even rumors around the schoolyard?

Um... [sniffling]

Not that I've heard of.

Well, thank you both for your cooperation.

I know this is a stressful time for you.

I'll be in touch.

[whispering] She knows.

I can see it in her face!

Calm down.

If she is suspicious,

the best thing that we can do

is just convince her that everything is normal.

That means you go to school,

I go to work,

just like any normal day.

Okay?

Okay.

See ya.

[car engine turns over]

This is Detective Glass.

Well, I need you to put him on.

[]

[school bell rings]

[gunshot echoing]

[sighs]

Oh, that's Riley.

There she is.

[Special Agent]:
Thanks.

Stop! Federal agents!

Hey!

Hey, you!

[]

[]

[Agent]:
Stop!

This is Peterson.

We've got an I.D. on the kids.

I'll just get that for you right away.

[device beeps in alert]

[incoming text chimes]

Ma'am?

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

[]

[tires spinning]

What happened?

They saw me at the school.

They know who I am.

They were all over the exchange, too.

I could only get Euros.

What are we gonna do?

I'm gonna take this money,

and I'm gonna use it to try to get Oliver back,

and then you're gonna go to the police,

and you're gonna surrender--

What? No!

--and tell them that it was all my idea,

the money laundering, the counterfeiting,

everything. Aunt Karen--

You have to do that, Riley, okay?

It's the only way that any of us get out of this.

It's going to be okay?

What are you doing?

You can't you take the fall for my mistakes.

Riley, no! No!

[sirens wailing]

Federal agents!

Hands on your head, do it now!

On the ground! Do it!

[officers reciting Miranda rights]

Our friends on the Secret Service

wanted to handle this interrogation.

I told them a missing boy takes precedence

over a fraud investigation.

Lucky for you, I won that fight.

Well, like I told the other officer,

the kidnapper's name is Tim Sylvester,

and he's the art teacher at Riley's school.

We're checking him out now.

Why don't you tell me a bit more

about your relationship with him.

We were partners.

In a counterfeiting ring?

Yeah.

We had a falling out over money.

I've been drowning in debt

for the last six months

ever since my husband died, okay?

You can check with my credit card company,

my bank,

they'll tell you.

And Riley?

You said you were her legal guardian?

Riley has never known her dad,

and my older sister was an unfit parent.

Drugs, petty crime...

so I took Riley in when she was 12.

And then I let her down.

Ms. Cartwright...

Karen...

She may not be your daughter,

but she might as well be.

When you're a parent,

you'll do anything to protect your child,

I understand that.

But why should I believe

that what you're telling me is the truth?

You don't have to believe me.

Just find her.

Find them both!

[incoming message chimes]

[muffled protests]

[Erica]:
Will you relax, please?

I told you, you're going to be out of here soon.

[Oliver]:
No, Erica, you have to listen!

He-he's going to kill me.

No, he's not, okay?

Once she gets us the cash, we're leaving.

And if you stab us in the back,

Riley goes down, too.

Is that what you want?

No.

[muffled by gag] No--

Shh!

[footsteps approach]

She should be here any minute.

You looking for me?

Yeah. Money?

Yeah.

Throw it over.

These are Euros.

They all are.

Yeah.

The police were on me at the exchange, okay?

I'm lucky I got away with anything.

That wasn't the deal.

We were best friends.

You're gonna go with this jerkoff

and screw me?

What the hell, Erica?

Let's go, now.

No, no, not yet.

Not yet?

Let's just go before the cops find us here.

You still don't get it, do you?

No, I want the police to find you.

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