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What about you?
Do you, uh...
do you have a boyfriend?
- No.
(chuckles)
I find that very unlikely.
(Hums, static)
- Eww, creepy.
- Riley:
Why? What did he say?Nate didn't come home last night.
His mom's all worried.
Oh, that's not creepy.
- It was the way he said it.
- So what did you tell him?
He went to the Shiny Toy Guns
concert with Brianna.
- You told him?
- Yeah, of course.
Otherwise his mom's gonna think
he's dead in a ditch somewhere.
Now I'm worried.
What if something happened to Brianna?
I'm sure she's fine.
(Gurgles)
(thuds)
(cellphone buzzing)
- Yeah.
- Quinn, you gotta get me
the bedroom stuff.
I need it right now.
Look, I'll... I'll try
and get you the tapes, okay?
That's all I can do. I've got $500
if I can't, though, all right?
I don't want your money.
I said I'd f***ing try, okay?
Just... just get me the girl.
Oh my God.
(Alarm clock buzzes)
(mouths)
(Static)
Come on, Julian, just let it go.
Listen, we can do this,
all right? Just not today.
We don't have time to figure out
what happened to the baby.
- Our project is due today.
- So we didn't dig deep enough.
- Try hard enough.
- Our project is due in 30 minutes.
I mean, who else can we ask?
Where else can we go?
- Chris Safford.
- Who?
The news guy, the reporter.
We can go to the station
right now and ask him.
Oh, come on, Riley.
No, I gotta go and you have to
explain this to Ms. Milton.
Riley, come... well, wait.
Ca... can I use your car?
(Barking)
- Yeah.
(whirring)
- Woman over intercom: Can I help you?
- Julian:
I'm here to see Chris Safford.He's one of your newscasters.
Mr. Safford no longer works here.
- Oh sh*t. Thanks.
- I'm sorry, sir.
Shangri-la.
Come on.
Yeah, hi.
Chris Safford, please.
(Stammers) No, I'm sorry.
I'm looking for Chris Safford.
Yeah, could I speak to Chris Safford?
Chris Safford, please.
You know, I'm sorry.
Never mind. Wrong number.
Hmm.
(Doorbell chimes)
Hi.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
My sister didn't come home last night.
You told me to contact you
if anything strange turned up.
Right. Sure.
Can I come in?
Uh...
sure.
- You live here alone?
- Um...
- I do now.
- Divorced?
Uh...
(chuckles)
So listen, you were
saying that your sister...
she didn't come home
last night?
Yes. Like I said before,
she went to a concert
with her boyfriend,
but they were supposed
to be home last night.
(Coughs)
They might have stayed an extra night,
but I think she would've called.
I know.
Look, I understand.
I can make some calls...
call the hospitals, highway patrol...
see if there were any accidents
or arrests, stuff of that nature.
Thank you.
I'm sure she's fine.
- Officer Lyons...
- Call me Frank.
Frank,
I know you watch me.
Quinn told me.
What? What did he say?
He said you watch me
in the locker room
- and you pay him for it.
- No no, that is absolutely not true.
Quinn is a pathetic
psychopathic criminal.
The thing is, Frank...
I don't mind.
I kind of like it.
How much do you pay him?
I... I don't know
what you're talking about.
- I don't pay him anything.
- I'm not going to tell anyone.
I don't know what you're talking about.
He said you wanted
to watch me in my bedroom.
You were gonna get him a box of tapes
or something as an exchange.
- Did you do it?
- These tapes... they have nothing
- to do with you.
(coughs)
I'm gonna get you some water.
Do you have anything stronger?
Huh.
I have water, okay?
(Chattering)
Quinn:
Hey. You seen Julian around?
I got the equipment
you guys wanted.
- What equipment?
- For your project.
The reshoot.
He told me I could drop it off.
He vouched for you.
- Vouched for me?
- Yeah.
He said you'd watch it till he got back.
Something about you guys
shooting at the Diehl farm.
Can you give me a hand?
I gotta get back to work.
(Engine stops)
It's not that much stuff.
Just take a second.
Look, you really shouldn't be here.
(Chuckles nervously)
(soft rock music playing)
I... I could get in
a lot of trouble for this.
- Relax.
It's our little secret.
I want to see how you do it.
Just pretend you're alone.
You like to watch.
Now I want to watch too.
- Oh. This is heavy.
- And the tripod.
Yeah, I know.
- He really wanted the tripod.
- I don't think I can carry all this.
Sorry. You need that cable
right there. Can you grab it?
Oh, I'll try.
(screaming)
Help!
Chris Safford, please.
Julian Miller.
I wanted to do an interview
about his career as a newscaster.
Yeah yeah, do you know...
do you know where I can find him?
(Soft rock music playing)
(Frank breathing heavily)
Sail!
This is how I show my love
I made it in my mind because.
Blame it on my ADD, baby...
Isn't this so much better than
watching me on a screen?
(Breathing heavily)
Blame it on my own sick pride.
Blame it on my ADD, baby...
- Oh God.
- Sail!
(Cellphone ringing)
- What?
- Sail!
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Yes.
- Hello?
- She's going home.
Frank:
Quinn? What the f***?
What the hell is going on?
What did you just say to her?
Quinn:
She does what I tell her to do.
She what? Why?
- Quinn:
Because I own her...- You what?
...and I'm telling her to go.
No no, don't tell her to go, okay?
I want her to stay.
No, you're gonna sit there
with your f***ing blue balls
until you go down
to the f***ing station
and get me
the f***ing tapes that I want!
Listen, I... I got your tapes, okay?
They're right f***ing here.
I got 'em last night.
Now just tell her to stay, okay?
I want her to stay.
You've got the tapes?
Yeah.
(Engine stops)
(whimpers)
You don't...
you don't have to do anything.
I'm not an a**hole,
so I think I got all confused.
I mean I want you.
I just wanted...
all I was trying to do...
it started out...
I just wanted to keep an eye on you.
That's... Jesus!
(Lightly sobbing)
(gunshot)
(whimpers)
- Excuse me, nurse.
(both speak softly)
Thank you.
(Camera whirring)
Mr. Safford.
Mr. Safford?
I'm... I'm Julian Miller.
You mind if I sit down?
Chris:
You one of those candy stripers?
No no no.
We're doing a project for school,
and I wanted to ask you a question
about when you were a newscaster.
- Chris:
Hmm.- I, uh...
I was hoping you might be able to
give me some information
about Harlan Diehl.
- Harlan Diehl?
- Julian:
1994?That's right. 1994.
That was my last really big story.
See, my partner and I have been
doing a lot of research,
and we can't seem to find
anything on the baby.
How did you know
about the baby?
A lot of digging.
You know, I tried
to follow up on that story.
It was a good story. I tried.
I did some digging too,
you know.
So wh... what did you find out?
(Camera whirring)
(whirring stops) (chiming)
You ask anybody
nobody knows. Nobody knows.
(Chuckles) And no motive.
That's what the police said.
Harlan Diehl may have
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