Stolen Lives Page #4

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I'm Rose Montgomery.

Matthew Wakefield.

They call me Diploma.

I'm glad to have a

chance to see you again.

Did you find a job?

It's so funny you should

mention that, actually,

we were just discussing

a situation that's arisen.

Papa, I'm ready to go to bed now.

I'm sorry, am I keeping you?

No, not at all.

Christian and I were just

about to have another drink.

Christian?

Just a nickname we

gave ol' Matty boy here.

Come on, Matty.

Be a gentleman; buy

the nice lady a drink.

Let John sleep in the car.

Paradise cocktail, Mike.

Diploma, I got to get him to bed.

Could you excuse us just one second?

Uh, look after the boy, would you?

What the hell are you doing?

You're looking for someone

to look after your kid,

and she's standing

right in front of you.

Diploma, she's got a husband.

Matty, I know you've seen

the way she's looking at you.

You make that woman smile,

she'll do anything you ask.

I can't.

It ain't right.

"It ain't right."

What is right, you losing your job?

Think about the boy.

Come on.

So you two got it all worked out?

I believe we do.

Christian?

See you tomorrow.

So can I get you a drink?

I already have one.

Are you sure this is okay,

us having a drink together?

I mean, with your husband and all?

I'm a big girl.

You a big boy?

Papa.

I'm sorry.

I got to get him home.

Good-bye.

If you change your mind.

Come on, John.

We've got a bit of a

drive in front of us,

so why don't you get

in the back and lay down

and go to sleep, all right?

- Okay.

- Okay.

Go on in there, lie down.

I'm just gonna cover you up, all right?

When am I gonna see

the nice lady again?

You liked her?

Mm-hmm.

I thought she was pretty.

Yeah?

Here, look, you just stay put.

I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?

Go ahead and go to sleep.

Whatever you do, you do

not leave this car, John.

John?

Come on.

That's all you got?

Papa?

Maybe we could make this...

a regular thing.

Huh?

You could, uh, give me a

hand with my boy some days.

Huh?

What? What's funny?

Well, you just got it

all figured out, don't you?

Oh, hey, come on, don't be mad.

Come on.

This was a mistake.

I got to get back to my boy.

Come...

Damn it!

John? John?

Have you seen my boy, my son?

No, kids aren't allowed in here.

What?

My boy was just here.

Look, I don't want

any trouble, all right?

What are you talking about?

Don't lie to me.

Have you seen my son?

Not since you left with him.

John?

John?

Rose! Rose!

John!

John!

John!

John?

John.

What in God's name?

- Have you seen him?

- Who?

- Have you seen my son?

- No.

Hold on.

Christian, what the hell are you...

- What's wrong?

- It's John.

What happened?

I can't find John.

Let me get some clothes on. Hold on.

Johnny!

John!

I'm sorry to get

you out of bed, Mike.

It's okay, chief, I just

don't want any trouble.

Oh, don't worry.

He saw my kid.

He served all three of us.

He gave him a root beer!

All right, all right.

Mike, you leveling with me or not?

You know I don't want kids in that bar.

No, I wouldn't do something

crazy like that, chief.

Now, officer, that's a lie.

The boy was in the bar,

and there was another girl in there

who could back us up on that.

What girl?

I asked you what girl?

Her name was Rose.

George's Rose?

She came in after we did.

She ordered a paradise cocktail.

You've got to remember that.

Is that true, Mikey?

- No, Rose wasn't in there.

- You son of a b*tch.

My boy is missing.

- You're lying through your teeth!

- Hey!

Mikey, go inside.

That's it, you're

just gonna let him go?

Hey, you want to come with

me to the filling station

and ask George if his

wife's been out alone?

'Cause we can do that.

You're a real gentleman, aren't you?

It don't matter if my

son was in the bar or not.

He's missing.

I'm just asking to

give me a few more men

to help look for him.

I'm gonna need your names.

I don't want trouble with the law.

Sorry, Christian.

You come to the

station in the morning.

File a missing person's report.

We'll talk then.

That's it?

That's it?

My son is missing now.

All right, come on, Christian,

he's not gonna do anything tonight.

Come on.

We'll keep looking. We'll find him.

Christian, what are

we doing this far out?

Everybody has to come by here.

We're closed.

Thought we had an understanding.

My boy, my son's gone missing.

The retard?

Is everything all right?

Yeah, seems, uh, the

retard boy went missing.

Call him that again,

so help me God, I'll rip your head off.

Let him go.

Christian, it's not worth it.

He don't understand.

What can we do?

You see him, you call me.

Someone comes by here with

him, you get their plates,

you call me.

I'm at Birdie Wheeler's.

All right, consider it done.

All right, where to next?

I'm gonna take you home.

Christian.

Did you find him?

No.

Any sign of him here?

No.

I looked everywhere.

I called all morning for him.

Nothing's happening, but nothing.

Did you go to the

police this morning?

Yeah, he listened to

everything I had to say, but...

I could see in his eyes

he ain't gonna do nothing.

I got to keep searching.

I want to thank you for

being a good friend to us.

How's he doing?

I hate to see a good

man suffer like that.

You think he'll find his kid?

We have to pour the cement.

All right.

Four days ago in this very hole,

a gruesome discovery has

shocked our quiet community.

In a wooden box, the body of a child,

a boy between the ages of

eight and ten was unearthed

at the Byrnes construction

site on North Dixon.

And once again, this

town finds itself asking,

"Why?"

For Detective Tom Adkins,

whose boy went missing eight years ago

along with three other children,

the find was particularly troubling.

WXIW Channel 2 News now

joins Detective Tom Adkins

of the Barnstable police

department live at the scene.

Through my office at the

Barnstable police department,

any questions should be directed there.

Needless to say,

we have very little information

as to the identity...

Andrews, what's up?

No, I can't deal with that right now.

I'm here over at the construction site

for the boy in the box press conference.

Yeah, well, what do you want me to do?

Get Susie on it.

Help you with something, sir?

No, I was just

wondering what's going on.

They talking about that boy they found?

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I read it in the newspaper.

- Sorry to trouble you.

- Oh, it's no trouble.

Heck of a ride you got here, huh?

Oh, thank you.

Thanks, Chris.

Well, if that doesn't

get 'em, nothing will.

Hey, Sarge, I don't

know if it's anything,

but I got a plate number

on an old Chevelle.

Seen it around here a couple times.

Looked like he wanted to

snoop around but didn't dare.

All right, well...

stay on top of it.

Hey, Sarge?

About time you boys got back.

What do you got?

Phones started ringing

off the hook 20 minutes ago.

Maybe we're onto something.

You get started on these.

Call DMV about that old Chevelle.

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