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- I'm sorry, but it's urgent.

- This is not the time or the place.

Whatever this is, surely we can

discuss it in the morning.

Paul, listen to me,

this is not about you.

It's about Caitlin.

They called it in about an hour ago,

Michael and that other boy, Evan,

they sent him to the hospital

and got him a sedative.

He was really shaken-up.

What this Michael kid told us

was that all three of them

were together when it happened.

They were playing video games,

had a few drinks.

He said that Caitlin

tried to get away.

They say that she put

up a helluva fight.

This can't be happening.

Wha... wha... what about the

neighbors, did they see anything?

No, nothing.

I mean, who would break

into your house, grab your daughter,

there's no ransom demands, nothing.

I don't know, I don't have a problem

with anyone right now.

Right now, but think

about your past.

Who would have the

inclination to do this?

I know you still talk to O'Connell.

This is my daughter!

I would tell you if I had

any idea who was behind this.

Would you?

Pete, I'm out of the

game, you know that!

- How long have we known each other?

- Since the massacre at the Four P's...

- Yes, fifteen years, Pete.

- Yeah, I know you.

Right! You do, you know me.

I just don't want you fallin' back

on any of the old habits.

Let us handle this our way,

all right, Paul?

Okay, fine, what's your way?

Well, we drop it on

the News right away.

Within, if it sits on your history.

How many times do we

have to tell you, that he's clean?

One of two things

is going-down here,

the kidnappers either

know you or they don't.

If they don't, then the fear of who

they're messin' with is our best asset.

Once they hear, they'll probably drop

her off at a gas station somewhere

and she's back by lunch tomorrow.

And if they know me?

They'll be in contact,

and we'll be there.

We have a top on your phone.

Either myself or Detective

Hansen will be here at all times.

Paul, we'll find her.

You better.

Why, Paul?

Why Caitlin?

- You didn't...?

- You, too?

I'm sorry.

- I just...

- If I had any idea

who did this...

just one...

You find her.

Do what you have to do.

Whatever it takes,

you just bring her home.

Two unidentified male classmates

were injured in that home invasion

they're expected to

make a full recovery.

Caitlin Maguire is five-six,

one hundred and five pounds,

with long brown hair and blue eyes.

If you have any information that

could help in the investigation

and search for Caitlin...

Move! Let's go!

Go, go, Danny, go!

- I'm gonna go out.

- Go out?

I can't just sit here,

waiting for the phone to ring, knowing

she's out there somewhere, scared.

And I'm supposed to

stay here all by myself?

There's cops all over the house.

That's not what I meant.

Please.

Be safe, okay?

Where are we off to?

Hey!

It'd be best if you just

stay here by the phone.

Shouldn't you be out somewhere

looking for my daughter?

- We're doin' everything we can.

- So am I.

Paul!

I'm so sorry,

Eleanor, please, I need

to speak with your son.

Wow!

You got all these awards.

You know, I started dating

Mary when I was seventeen.

That was Caitlin's mom, Mary.

Your seventeen, right?

Yeah.

I remember once we were

on this date down by the shore...

summertime,

hot as sh*t, just wouldn't cool off.

Anyway, this Puerto

Rican looking shithead

comes walking down

the beach, and

calls Mary a slut.

You believe that sh*t?

Calling a nice, Irish, Catholic girl

like that a slut, well...

needless to say, I had

to defend her honor,

because that's what gentlemen do,

they protect women.

So I went and I got the

tire iron out of the

trunk of my car and I

broke both of his legs.

I'm not like that anymore.

No, I've changed,

See, 'cause when Mary got sick...

stage four breast cancer...

swore I'd go legit, so there'd

always be at least one...

one parent around to

take care of Caitlin.

They each had guns!

I would expect you to get SHOT...

trying to protect her.

Now, I want you to think hard,

what did they sound like?

What?

The kidnappers,

did they have an accent?

Did they sound Russian?

Puerto Rican?

Did they use any words? Slang?

Did they sound like greenbahs?

I... I don't know.

Wha... what did they smell like?

Spicy food, too much cologne?

Come on, Mike,

you have to give me something.

If anything happens to my daughter,

I'm holding you

personally responsible.

I don't know, I'm

sorry, I don't know!

It was all so fast, I

messed up, ya know.

I wish I coulda done something,

I wish I'd been braver.

I wish it was me, okay?

If you remember anything,

you give me a call, you got it?

Yes, sir.

Yeah, it's me, I need some help, will

you meet me at the construction site?

We're sorry,

We'll find this roach

who did this, Paulie.

You got my word on it.

I know you're still in

with O'Connell, right?

- Yep.

- Right.

You remember that stink that

Golden syphed not too long ago?

Did my time, kept my mouth

shut, roughed me up.

I need guys I can trust.

The cops are keeping

very close tabs on me, so...

I... I understand if you don't want

to get involved with this, but I...

I do need some help.

Say the word.

I want to find her.

- I want to find who took her, and...

- They're dead, Paulie.

They just don't know it yet, right?

There's two hundred thousand.

Use what you need to get any

information, just keep the rest, okay?

We really can't take that.

We're family.

You'd do the same

thing for us, Paulie.

- We'll do anything you ask.

- I know.

This could get dirty, so, just

how deep do you want this to go?

How deep is hell?

I know just where to look.

The guy's a rat but he knows me.

Just hang back and follow

my lead, all right?

Jesus, an elevator woulda been nice.

Knock, knock, a**hole!

Oh, sh*t!

No, no, no, no!

I didn't steal anything, man!

I swear! You know I wouldn't

mess with you guys! C'mon!

Relax, relax, I know

you wouldn't do that,

all right, you're

too smart for that.

I got one question to

ask you, all right?

Who kidnapped Paul

Maguire's daughter?

Take a good look,

you heard anything?

Nothing! I swear!

If I knew, I would tell you! C'mon!

Now, who would mess

with Maguire anyway?

My, my, my.

I'm not happy with what

I see here, Oliver.

I'll bet you were a sweet little BL,

before he got you all jacked-up?

Come here, honey, come here honey.

That's it, easy now.

Put her down, put her down.

- What are you doing?

- Come on, my Little Princess.

Am I your Little Princess?

I got a pretty little

Princess Necklace here for you, too.

You don't know anything about

the girl, Oliver?

- Nothing, I swear!

- Start talking, Oliver!

Please! Please! Look! Whatever it is you

about to do... don't, please, don't, no.

Tell me about the girl, Oliver.

Please, if I knew, I would tell you.

C'mon, don't hurt her, c'mon, man.

Please don't, don't.

No, no! Don't Doherty!

Listen to me,

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