The Captive Page #2
- A gimmick we don't need.
- It's a gimmick you don't need.
- A gimmick.
- Well, there you go.
- It's the proper word.
- Oh, that's the proper word?
- Yeah. Gimmick is the proper word.
- Thank you.
Hello.
Ouch.
I don't know what you're
gonna do about dinner.
Well, we'll be fine. We've actually
just pulled up to the pie shop.
You gonna have pie for dinner?
No. We're not gonna have pie for dinner.
We're gonna have macaroni for dinner.
We have leftover macaroni.
We'll put that on top of the pie.
All right.
Will you get me the cherry-rhubarb?
Cherry-rhubarb, got it. No problem.
Done. Love you. Bye.
And ice cream.
- What kind of ice cream?
- Chocolate.
- On your macaroni?
- Ew! Not macaroni!
It may be the grossest
thing I've ever heard.
It's going to be an awesome dinner.
Hey, Linda, you know what? You're lucky
that a 9-year-old makes the menu
because that one in there
wants a macaroni pie.
They didn't have chocolate
ice cream. So...
Cass?
Cass!
Cass!
Cass!
Cass!
- Hey, Linda, did Cass back here?
- No?
Is she... is she in the back? Can you
take a look for me, please, thank you?
- Nothing?
- No.
Cass!
Cassandra!
Cass!
Cass!
Cass!
I have a plan.
A few minutes.
That's all you'll have together.
Do I get to talk to him?
Yes.
Does my Dad get to talk to me?
Yes, Cass he does.
And we'll be listening.
Of course, I was thinking
some kind of mic...
hidden microphone.
What are you so worried about?
I have no idea where I am.
How would he ever find me?
I don't even know your name.
Not a word...
or else...
You'll kill him.
Wouldn't it just be easier to kill me...
now that I'm all grown up?
Now that you've lost interest.
I can't be that valuable
doing what I'm doing.
Oh, you are so valuable, Cassandra.
Doing exactly what you're doing.
- So it was the patrolman that flagged him?
- Yeah. Kicked down to us.
- Okay.
- Ready?
Yeah.
- Okay?
- It's strange they'd send him here.
Well, there weren't any
detectives at the main station.
My buddy must have known
that I could do it.
I'm not used to interviewing adults.
You'll be fine.
Mr. Lane.
this is Detective Cornwall.
We have read through your statement that
you gave to the patrolman an hour ago.
We'd just like to go over
a few details with you.
Yeah. Good.
Is it okay if we record this?
Yeah. Did you see my wife?
Did someone give her a ride down?
I don't know anything
about your wife, Mr. Lane.
I... I called her three hours ago.
It shouldn't take her this long to get here.
I'm worried that she went to the
main police station, not this one.
I told her to take a cab.
Okay. Let's just get
and then we'll look into the
whereabouts of your wife. All right?
Just to be clear, this conversation
is completely voluntary.
And you are not being
forced to tell us anything.
Do you understand this?
- "Yes".
- Yes.
Okay. Now, you say you were
in the diner for how long?
A few minutes. Less.
Okay. Were there any other customers?
- No. I... I didn't see any.
- No customers.
It says here you bought a pie?
Yeah, we bought a...
my daughter... Yeah, we do
I gotta get a pie.
had chocolate ice cream...
Sorry, you mean Lesley?
And they... they... No.
Linda. They didn't have any chocolate
ice cream. Can I call my wife now?
It's "Lesley". I'm sorry,
It says "Linda". I can see it from here.
And my nine-year-old
daughter's another mile away.
You have very good eyesight, Mr. Lane.
But you claim you didn't see anything
suspicious when you
looked back to the truck?
It's been three hours since...
someone driving, even if
which he's not because
he's a f***ing kidnapper,
they're hundreds of miles away. Okay?
They... they've taken my daughter.
I need to know right now,
what are you doing to help?
Have you got a helicopter up there?
Are you setting up a roadblock?
What are you doing?
She's a ten-year-old girl.
You said she was nine.
What?
You said she was nine.
Is she nine? Is she ten?
What... what is she?
She's almost ten. Christ,
what difference does it make?
What difference does it...?
- What's going on here?
- Linda... told the police
that she never saw your daughter.
Okay, so, what does that mean?
When you pulled into the diner,
you were alone.
Bullshit. I wasn't alone.
She was resting in the back.
That's why she didn't see her.
Okay. Why would she be resting
in the middle of the afternoon?
Why wouldn't she be resting in the
middle of the f***ing afternoon?
She's a kid! A little girl, okay?
We just finished ice skating practice.
- She was exhausted.
- Did you make any stops
- between the rink and the diner?
- Okay.
I'm gonna stop you right there.
I was the last person to see
my daughter at the diner.
That was me. Okay?
Now, I would... I would like to
speak to somebody in charge.
I'd like to speak to... to real police.
I don't even... This looks like a
f***ing kindergarten in here, okay.
I need you to find my daughter, now!
Mr. Lane, I'll ask again.
Did you make any stops before
you arrived at the diner?
I remember the day
we won the trophy.
The look on my mother's face as I
skated over and handed it to her.
And it must be such an amazing
feeling for a parent,
seeing their child realize a dream.
That must be the hardest
part for Mum now,
not knowing
what I'm dreaming about.
Or that I'm even alive to be dreaming.
That's great, Cassandra.
This time, do it again,
but a little less self-pity.
Okay, do it, just one more
time and a little louder.
Less self-pity. Got it?
Tina...
Tina.
Tina, we stopped to get a pie.
We stopped at the diner. You remember,
we spoke on the phone, remember?
You remember, we stopped.
I got out of my truck.
Right after we hung up I got out of
my truck and I went inside and I...
I could see it. I could see it right
through the window. It was right there.
The truck was right there and... and...
And I went to the bathroom
for like two seconds
and I came back out and
she was gone and she...
What did you do? You lost our girl!
You lost our girl!
Don't.
- No... No.
- She's gone...
Mrs. Lane.
- Mr. Lane, we need to speak to your
wife now. - It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Mrs. Lane.
My name is Detective Dunlop.
I've been assigned to your case.
- I just need to ask you a few questions.
- How long do you need to speak to her for?
- A few minutes. Okay.
- Okay.
Right here.
I can't imagine what's going through
your wife's head right now.
It's gotta be.
Hey, listen, things get
crazy sometimes, you know?
There seems to be some inconsistencies
about what your husband told us.
Listen, I'm just... I'm going through the
files there, and I see... it's my job,
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