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.

Hi. Sarah called in sick.

I might be really late.

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.

Hi. I'm Detective Dunlop and

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

through these questions first

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...

we bought a cherry pie. My...

my daughter... Yeah, we do

it every week after practice.

I gotta get a pie.

And I asked Linda if they

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 Lesley right there.

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

he's going the speed limit,

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 tough on you.

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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