In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses
are considered especially heinous.
In New York City, the dedicated detectives
who investigate these vicious felonies
are members of an elite squad
known as the special victims unit.
These are their stories.
Crap.
Uh--no, it's okay.
I got it. I got it.
- Hi. - This is my job.
You cannot just show up here.
Well, hi, Amanda. It's nice to see you too.
I mean, that's--
that's not what I meant.
I just--I got nowhere else to go.
Um... yeah.
You do. My apartment. Okay?
Just wait here.
Is everything okay?
I need an hour.
Something happen to her?
No, she's... fine.
She's my sister. Uh...
Family. It's complicated.
It's great here. We're going to a ship.
- Uh, the Intrepid. - Not me.
One more museum, I'm going to kill myself.
Mom, Taylor's just kidding.
Okay, kids, time to go on the bus.
Our bus is leaving. I gotta go.
Okay. Bye, mom.
You can go. I'm not.
First time in the city, and you're already tired of it?
An aircraft carrier? Seriously?
[Laughs]
There are better places to party.
And, uh...
how do I find them?
I don't know. You're a little young.
I'm a little bored.
[Chuckling]
Well, I could send you an e-vite.
Pop in your email.
It's a frat party.
Tompkins Square U. Plenty of guys.
You get there before me, just tell them
Wendi invited you.
I'm Taylor.
You can't go to a party by yourself.
Well, you're not tagging along.
Taylor, if your friend wants to--
My sister. Emily.
Well, if she wants to come with,
I'm sure she'll be okay.
Let's go, everybody! Come on.
The bus is ready to leave.
Come on.
Girls, come on. The bus is leaving.
See you later.
[Rock music] [Indistinct chatter]
♪
Trash!
Yeah!
♪
Someone needs a shot!
No, thank you.
Come on, tastes like candy.
Have some fun, Emma!
It's Emily, and I don't-- I don't drink.
Just one.
Chaz... come on, man.
- She's what, 15? - All right.
Thank you.
And, uh, I'm 14, actually.
No worries.
Don't trust Chaz, though.
He's a spotter.
Like, looking for drunk girls, setting them up.
Really?
Yeah. I'm Peter.
- Emily. - Nice to meet you, Emily.
I used to live here.
Now, I'm kind of like everybody's big brother.
They know I'm watching.
My sister invite you?
Well, she invited Taylor.
[Rock music]
[Cheering]
Just because you're from North Carolina
doesn't mean you're a bigger fan.
Hey. Soda?
Ooh. Thank you.
We were just talking about our mutual love
for The Tar Heels.
Is that a band?
[Chuckles] No. A basketball team.
Sports?
Party on, you two.
We will.
[Cheering]
Chaz!
So...
Who's the better kisser?
Uh, you know, I'm still not sure.
Maybe we should try again.
Taylor?
Taylor, are you there?
[Muffled rock music]
Taylor?
- Hey! - Oh, God.
Where's Taylor? I can't find her.
Don't worry.
I'm sure she can take care of herself.
Don't worry. I'll get you home safe.
I got ya.
[Dramatic music]
♪
Sync & corrections by Alex1969 www.addic7ed.com
I really <3 New York.
And the topless 15-year-old is Taylor?
She texted that to a friend
who texted it to half the kids here.
I-I called as soon as I saw it.
Do you know the boy in the photo?
That's not a boy,
and he doesn't go to Mulberry.
Now, the Culphers Sisters--
they... party a lot?
Taylor, yes. She's wild.
But--but Emily, I mean, she--
she brought a stuffed animal with her.
Did they tell any of their friends
where they were going?
A frat party at Tompkins Square.
Both girls are missing?
Oh.
We're on it.
Kim... what's that bruise?
I tripped. I was a little tipsy.
- Did Jeff do that? - Jeff's over.
I know he loves me, but we can't work that one out.
And I can't go back to Atlanta because you know how mom is,
and I can't move in with her because she's gonna freak out.
- I can't handle that. - Okay, well, okay, okay.
Calm down. Take a breath.
I just need to get out of there, like you did.
You know, I always admired you
for picking up and leaving us all behind
to start over.
Does mom know you're here?
Mm-hmm.
And Jeff?
Jeff doesn't know that we're still in touch.
He's still kind of mad at you.
[Sighs] [Cell phone vibrating]
Rollins.
Okay, Tau Omega.
I'm on my way.
Okay, I gotta go.
Food's in the fridge.
The keys are on the table.
You're set here.
See you later on tonight.
Hey, Amanda.
I'm done with the drama.
I really am, I just--
I want to hang out like sisters.
Me too.
I'm glad you're here.
I you.
I love you too.
Those girls still not answering their cells?
Nope. You'd think the older sister
would look out for the little one.
Huh.
Sorry. How's your sister doing?
Hurricane Kim?
Ah, she says she's taking her meds.
My family, it's just...
You know all families got stuff.
My brother says my son's not welcome over to his house
on Thanksgiving.
Seriously? Why, 'cause he's gay?
He thinks it's contagious?
[All cheering on cell phone]
I count about 12 felonies in the first three minutes.
We need the name of everybody at the party.
Like we cared about?
It was on Twitter, Tumblr, Hookup,
even Facebook.
How about we start with this?
Here's this guy with the topless girl.
Wow.
That's my buddy Merc.
Where is he?
Now.
[Cell phone ringing]
TARU just got a hit on the older sister's phone.
It's less than 100 feet from where you're standing.
NYPD!
Open up, Merc!
What's goin' on?
- You Taylor? - Yeah.
Look, I didn't do anything.
I got a scrip for whatever you find.
We don't care. How old are you, player?
21.
15 will get you 10, genius.
Sh-she never said she was 15.
Well, she is 15.
You're under arrest for statutory rape
and stupidity, frat boy.
[Cuffs snapping] Taylor...
We're looking for your sister Emily.
Wait, she's not at the hotel?
If anything was wrong,
she would have sent me something.
She texted me last night.
Oh, my God.
Don't worry.
I'll get you home safe.
I got ya.
Emily videoed her own abduction?
She sent it to her sister before her cell phone went dead.
Smart girl, but we won't get an ID off that.
Anything else?
Parents are on their way.
It gets worse-- someone installed malware
on Taylor's phone.
Accesses everything on the user's cell.
I mean, Facebook, email, photos, playlists.
The user can completely profile his target.
"Taylor Culphers.
Sister: Emily."
Family dog name is Spike.
She has a pierced navel.
The predator uses this information
to form a bond with the target.
He had Taylor's profile.
How's that helping with Emily?
Well, they're sisters.
I mean, Emily's info is all over Taylor's social media.
Emily likes baking, loves Lenka, The Tar Heels.
She's mad at her parents for fighting.
The little girl didn't stand a chance.
Just in case he's using her for kiddie porn,
we should run it through NCMEC.
The facial recognition software has really come along.
It's worth a shot, and maybe Merc and the sister
can ID whoever took her.
Our guy's a pro, moves fast.
Get Emily's face out there.
We're not looking at a college party gone wrong.
How was I supposed to know she was 15?
She was stacked! You saw 'em.
Hey, as long as there's grass on the infield, you play ball.
Game's over, Merc.
You're going down for kiddie porn.
That's a long, dark road.
I'm gonna wait for my lawyer.
Yeah, you do that. Roll the dice.
You know, but all I'm asking
is an innocent question.
Right?
Did you see Emily at the party?
It's pretty simple.
[Sighs]
[Slaps table]
She kind of hung back.
She hung back?
Was she by herself or with somebody?
I saw her with Peter.
Peter who?
Is he your fraternity brother?
No, older.
I don't know his last name.
He was a brother at Tau Omega out west.
He shows up at parties with... supplies.
What, drugs, alcohol?
Like that.
With his sister Wendi.
Well, Peter's the supplier.
What's Wendi?
I didn't know her.
I met her in the hotel lobby.
She sent me an e-vite.
But you gave this Wendi your email?
Yeah, to get the party address.
How they got the malware on the phone.
I don't understand.
She put a spyware program on your phone
to learn more personal details about you and Emily.
So this is my fault.
Taylor, blaming yourself isn't gonna help your sister.
[Crying] Emily was looking for me.
I heard her knock.
Okay, can you describe Wendi?
She was in her 20s.
Uh... nose ring.
She had brown hair.
She was... a little bit taller than me.
Can you remember anything specific?
She had a leather wrist band
with a round metal thing on it.
We got something.
Captain, need to check this out.
Hey, we got a hit from NCMEC.
Led us to this.
"Link Free Or Die."
It's a web host for illegal sites,
guns, drugs, revolution, and porn.
It hosts a kiddie porn site called Lolitaville.
Good morning.
I bought you some new clothes.
Oh, I can't wait to see you in these.
So sexy. You'll love them.
That's streaming live.
It's as soft as your skin, isn't it?
It's okay. Come on, touch them.
Feel them.
Yeah, say hi to everybody.
- Are we tracing that? - Yeah, I'm--
I'm hitting brick walls.
This is coming from nowhere.
They're just for you.
After your bath.
I can help you wash your hair.
[Crying] I want to go home.
Please, I'll do whatever you want.
Well, he picked the right victim.
She's a people pleaser. She's not gonna fight back.
Well, it might keep her alive.
Get up.
Say good-bye to everybody for now.
Rollins, what's taking so long?
Captain, I am trying.
Well, at least we know Emily's alive.
I'm gonna tell Taylor.
- I need stills of that. - Yeah.
[Door opens]
Hey.
Taylor.
That's it.
That's like the bracelet Wendi had.
She said he was her brother.
Did you see him and Emily leave together?
[Crying] No.
Is he with her, though? Did you find Emily?
Not yet.
But we do know that she's alive.
If you don't know where she is,
how do you know?
Oh, God.
Why did I have to go to that stupid party?
My sister--
I can't track this video, or the website that hosted it.
It's using onion protocol, so it's on the Darknet.
I mean, the IP addresses are invisible.
TARU can't crack it?
No, I mean, we can access the sites, find the porn,
but... it's completely anonymous.
We have no way to track where it's coming from.
And finding Emily, it's hopeless.
Turn that off.
Mr. and Mrs. Culphers?
Are you talking about Emily?
- Hopeless? - Was that my daughter?
- I apologize. - Oh, my God.
Where's Taylor? I want to see her.
- She's here. - Oh, she's here now?
Where was she when Emily was disappearing, huh?
[Crying] Mom, I'm so sorry.
You don't have to apologize, honey.
It's not your fault.
You shouldn't have been here in the first place.
- It's your mom. - Are you blaming me?
- Yes! - Are you kidding me?
Mr. Culphers, let's go. My office.
Mrs. Culphers, I'm Detective Benson.
I need to ask you about Emily.
Any identifying marks, medical conditions,
- anything you can tell me. - Let's, uh...
Let's get you something to eat, huh?
We're doing everything we can.
This Darknet.
There's nothing anybody can do about it?
Not even the feds?
We can ask.
When he drinks, he yells.
But Emily loves him.
Daddy's little girl?
How about Taylor?
[Crying] Uh... they fight.
You know, he's strict.
But kids need discipline, right?
She's too soft on them.
I never should have let them go!
Any issues with your daughters?
What are you saying?
This is on me?
I got a temper-- this is my fault?
No, no-- no one is saying that.
Why don't you tell me about Emily?
She seems like a good girl.
She is.
She's perfect.
She always does what she's told, you know?
Hey, I don't need a therapy session from you.
Okay? I just need to know--
what are you doing to find my daughter?
Good God.
Thought we had a hard job.
Detectives, I told you on the phone,
the Darknet is a black hole.
Did you even look at the site?
There's not much to go on.
I search these videos for clues
until my eyes bleed.
Get some luminol.
You can see where the guy I replaced punched his ticket.
A 14-year-old girl is missing.
And I've got thousands missing.
Your girl's too close to looking legal.
Hard to prosecute those cases.
Maybe you should just walk away from this job.
[Scoffs]
Boy in diapers?
Got 37,000 comments in two days.
We're playing whack-a-mole.
We knock down one side, and another one pops up.
Thanks for your help.
Detectives,
a long shot--
there's a hacker we just nailed.
He took down some Darknet kiddie porn sites.
And he got arrested for that?
Oh, no, uh...
they put him away for taking down NYC.gov
and the Yankees' website.
They should have given the guy a medal.
The DA was a Yankees fan.
Hacker's name is Job.
He's at Rikers,
about to be transferred upstate.
Thanks. [Phone vibrating]
Kim.
Uh... okay.
Stay there.
That was my sister.
I'm gonna have to go home for a minute.
Do what you gotta do.
Kim.
Mandy, you came home.
What's going on?
You... out.
Out! Go.
Hey! What are you doing?
That's my new friend.
You don't have to treat him that way.
You didn't need to do that.
You're bringing strangers into my house?
He wasn't a stranger. He was a really nice guy.
He actually hooked me up.
You call me for money?
I found it in your freezer, like home.
[Scoffs] You just washed 200 bucks down the drain.
I can't have this here. I am a detective.
Oh, right, but gambling's fine, right?
Actually, I'm done with that.
In fact, if you'd like to come with me
to a meeting, I think that--
Actually, you know what I would love?
I was thinking maybe I could come follow you around.
You know, learn the job a little bit.
I mean, I wanted to be a cop first.
You took that from me.
Okay.
When's the last time you ate?
You got no food in this house.
How about I order delivery pizza?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
That sounds great.
So... this host, LFOD--it's a clearinghouse.
It's like, uh, drudge for the Darknet.
Lots of guys post through it-- Chinese dissidents,
Syrian rebels, traffickers.
Kiddie porn suppliers.
This is the hacker from Rikers?
He did take down two kiddie porn rings.
So we're hoping Peter will take his bait?
It's two steps to Peter.
First, we have to get into the site
that hosts his videos.
It's basically a digital Trojan horse.
Some days, I miss knocking on doors.
Oh, yeah, we got him.
Looks like they got something.
Link Free Or Die took the bait.
- We're on his tail. - We got a hit.
It's all over the place.
Don't worry, it'll find a home soon.
Czech Republic, Netherlands, Rio.
- We could call Interpol. - Why?
My malware's on his site.
I can shut him down right now.
No, don't do that.
This is our only connection to the kidnapper.
Can you search this site?
Sure, any user can search.
I can find time codes, hit rates.
Download dates.
I can track the users using my virus.
Okay, so check every file that Peter sent
to Link Free Or Die, recent video files first.
I'm on it.
Now entering Lolitaville.
Oh, there's one. Is that a new post?
Yeah. It's "Emily, Part Two."
Streaming live. 2,000 viewers.
Our little princess.
All clean and ready to take requests.
Right, Emily?
Let me brush your hair.
It's almost time for the show.
Wow, you're so beautiful.
And you have so many fans that want
to see you in action, Emily.
Our hacker found uploads from Peter going back five years.
Every year, a new girl. Five Lolitaville videos.
- Emily makes six. - Same scenario every time?
At first, he starts in the bedroom,
then to the bath, and then...
It depends on audience requests.
And the last video we have of Emily,
he invited his audience to submit requests?
How long between posts?
Sometimes a few days, and sometimes more.
No sense of place or time, outside sounds...
It's a windowless room.
The clothes, the toys, bedspreads, furniture.
They're all generic.
- All we have are the girls. - Yeah.
Odds are, when he's through...
they go into drugs or prostitution.
They're probably in the system.
- I'll issue warrants. - Warrants for what?
They're all victims.
You'll think of something.
We've got to get Emily. Fast.
These other girls, it's too late for them.
Beth Marks, AKA Misty Day.
The girl's gone pro.
Yeah, well, after Peter turned her out,
she didn't have anywhere else to go.
Looks like her right there.
Hey, Misty.
My set doesn't start for an hour.
We're not fans.
We're not here as fans.
Five years ago, your family reported you missing.
What do you want from me?
Need your help.
Peter has another girl.
Save your breath.
We're all forced to do things to survive.
- I moved on. - Yeah, I can see that.
Worse things have happened.
Trust me.
At least I was taken care of.
Honey...
he wasn't taking care of you.
Peter? No.
Peter takes care of Peter.
I meant Wendi.
What can you tell us about Wendi?
She'll tell you the same thing I am.
She had it worse.
She'd run away.
Peter saved her from the street.
Say where she was from?
Somewhere out west.
Like the UP or something.
You know what, Beth?
- When we catch this guy-- - You won't.
And I go by Misty now.
That's Liza.
She wasn't kidnapped.
She ran away. Came back with some wild story.
She ever mention being forced to make Internet movies?
I'm gonna tell you what I told her.
I don't want to hear that.
Well, it turns out it might be true.
Why we talking about this?
She's gone.
She OD'd three months ago.
I'm so sorry.
What happened?
She straightened herself out.
She got a job. She--she started using again.
Claims because she ran into this girl.
It got her all upset.
Wait, this girl--
Liza say her name?
Wendi.
She started in with these kidnapping stories.
I thought she was making excuses for using.
So she was telling the truth.
[Camera clicking]
Katrine Kearns?
Detectives? Uh, this is a photo shoot
for Norwegian Apparel.
We got our permits.
We just actually wanted
to talk to your photographer privately.
Katrine, do you mind?
Sorry. Can't.
I'm Katrine's husband and her lawyer.
She's shy. I'm not.
Twins, take five.
We wanted to ask you about some of your friends.
Wendi and Peter?
Yeah, Katrine tells me everything.
I know all about that.
Ugh. Those bastards.
After they were through defiling her,
they tried to sell her.
Why don't you let her tell it?
Peter... gave me to this guy.
A broker. He--
He tried to turn her out,
but I saved her from that life.
So if that's all you need, we have a clothing line to push.
If you're selling clothes,
how come the twins barely have any on?
Very funny. How are my girls?
- Good. - We're good.
My husband did... save me, you know.
I have a career now.
I do private photos.
Family portraits. Do you have any kids?
Nieces? Nephews?
Not yet, no. Thank you.
How much you think he paid his broker for her?
She's his slave.
Maybe not.
"Wendi, Marquette, Michigan."
Katrine's tip paid off.
We found one missing girl-- Jane Kalreiss from Marquette.
Her family's still searching for her.
This could be our Wendi.
Wendi went from vic to procurer.
Anything to make Peter happy.
Taylor's still here, right? Bring her over.
Okay, so, guys, I took Jane's photo,
and I used age progression software.
I got this.
All right, I put the pic
into every database I could think of.
NCIC, DMV.
These are the possibilities we came up with.
What's going on?
Taylor... we need you to take a look
at some photos.
Now, do you recognize anyone?
Yeah. That's her.
This one?
Yeah, that's Wendi.
Different hair color, but that's her.
That's great. That's really helpful, Taylor.
You can tell your mom and dad that we're getting somewhere,
okay?
Okay. Look, Jersey license.
Two-year-old Nissan registered to Wendi Baker.
Run the plates
through National Vehicle Location System.
Find her.
So what's our play?
We bring her in, it'll scare Peter off.
We make her our Trojan horse.
Spook her a bit, hope she leads us
back to Peter and Emily.
Detective Rollins, call for you.
See, I told you she'd come.
You messed with the wrong family.
What'd I even do? I was just having a good time.
Kim, shut up.
I'm sorry, officer.
She had an open container, Detective.
Okay. Come on, let's go.
- It won't happen again. - You're damn right it won't.
She busted you.
[Giggling]
Are you trying to sabotage me?
No.
I didn't come all the way up here
to sit alone in your apartment.
Get in.
Will you at least take the cuffs off?
Don't push it, Kim.
This has gotta be her.
- Jane Kalreiss? - NYPD.
You have a minute?
- Not really. - Norwegian Apparel.
That's a teen brand. Those for you?
What do you want?
This girl...
she went missing from a midtown hotel.
What's she got to do with me?
You spoke to her.
We tracked you from the hotel security cameras.
I talk to a lot of people.
Look, we could really use your help.
This girl's sister remembers nothing.
Did you see them leave with anyone?
Sorry.
Look, if you think of anything,
remember anything.
Will you call me?
Now, let's make it easy.
Just call Detective Benson right now,
so we have your number.
It's a missing girl from out of town.
We gotta go by the book.
[Typing]
You got the wiretap warrant that fast?
I'm quick. We live yet?
Peter? Peter.
Something wrong, Wendi?
Just, uh, hitting some traffic.
Why don't you take the dog to the vet?
The south shore, Staten Island.
[Sighs]
Phone powered down. We lost it.
Tell Benson and Amaro not to lose Wendi.
She's our only link to Peter now.
Call it in.
Police! Don't move.
Jane Kalreiss...
you're under arrest.
Hey, hey.
Don't worry, Emily.
You'll be fine.
They won't get you. I won't let them.
Okay?
[Stairs creaking]
Emily?
Ah, they're gone.
We're too late.
Careful, Detective.
We're live.
Go ahead, ask me a question.
Anything.
[Whispering] He can't see me.
Keep him talking. I'll go.
Um... where are you?
Ah... [Chuckles]
I'm glad you have a sense of humor.
Look, all we want is the girl.
Are you all right, Emily?
Go ahead, tell him.
[Voice shaky] I'm okay.
I haven't hurt you, right?
That's right. He hasn't hurt me.
We miss 'em?
Or they were never here.
Look, it's possible that this is a decoy house.
Peter's with Emily on a live video feed,
we don't know where.
Amaro's keeping him talking.
So they could be anywhere in the world.
Well, maybe not.
All of the other victims have a relationship to Wendi.
She's valuable to Peter. He keeps her close.
I'll call TARU, see if they can trace a video feed.
You think we can get Wendi--
Jane to talk?
[Sighs] It's not gonna be easy.
After all these years?
I mean, she's fused with Peter.
Well, let's just hope there's something left of Jane.
Sorry about that.
Sure you don't want to keep me cuffed?
I think you've been hurt enough.
By who? Peter?
[Chuckling]
Is that what you think happened?
He didn't hurt me. He saved me.
He saving Emily now?
Yeah.
She's better off here.
In this room that he kept you in?
That bed that he raped you in?
Wasn't like that.
You're scaring my Emily.
Yeah, I don't want to do that, all right?
I just want her safe.
Safe? Why do you think that I rescued her?
She's 14 years old,
she's at a frat party at night in New York City?
Yeah, I hear that.
We saw the videos, Jane.
[Cuffs crank shut]
You were just a little girl.
- It's Wendi. - He forced you.
You and all those other little girls.
Liza, Katrine.
He was trying to save them too.
Liza used drugs.
Katrine had no one.
Peter says our society treats girls like objects.
They're disposable.
Like Liza was.
She OD'd.
You know, she started using
right after she ran into you.
[Scoffs]
She was a train wreck anyway.
Her family didn't care.
None of these girls had anyone who missed them.
Emily's family cares.
Her mom and dad are going out of their minds.
They'll forget about her.
They haven't left the squad room all night.
They're desperate, just like your family was.
My family didn't even report me missing.
- Who told you that? - Peter did.
He said no one cares about me.
No one loves me but him.
We have the missing persons flyers
that your parents made.
[Scoffs] You're lying.
Jane, that's how we found you.
Peter gave me clothes.
Peter fed me.
When I got too old,
he let me stay.
[Door closes]
Last year, we went on a cruise.
That's not true.
Your family never stopped looking for you.
Ever.
What kind of parents
send their child to New York without them?
I know, but if it weren't for you,
who knows what would have happened to her?
Oh, you're gonna mock me now?
Listen, I'll turn this off right now.
Hey, no, no, no. Don't do that.
[Chuckles]
[Sighs]
I never hurt my girls.
Even on request night.
You should hear some of the things these sickos ask for.
I'm gentle!
Isn't that right? Tell him.
[Quietly] He's gentle.
Yeah, I-I know.
Hey, Peter, you're--
you're a gentleman.
I can't imagine...
what that must have been like.
And how scary that must have been, being all alone,
never knowing what's going to come next.
I knew he'd always come back.
To do what, Jane?
To make you perform for the cameras?
To take requests?
You get used to that part.
Honey... even the part
with all the other men?
- Jane. - Oh, don't call me that.
Someone wants to talk to you.
[Crying] Jane!
Oh, my God!
Mom?
Oh, my--
They never stopped looking for you.
Jane, it's all right.
It's all right.
Just come home to us.
[Crying]
Ohh! It is you.
[Crying] Ashley.
See, they answered as soon as I called.
[Sniffles] You're all grown up.
[Tearful laugh]
So are you.
[Baby crying]
That's your niece.
I named her Janey.
[Baby crying]
Jane...
it's okay, honey.
It's okay. Talk to them.
Come on. Talk to 'em.
Where's dad?
He didn't make it, Jane.
It was so hard for him, all of us.
He went every time they found anything.
It was too much.
Jane...
Emily's family wants her back,
just like your family wants you back.
- She doesn't know the address? - No, Peter was smart.
He didn't take any risks.
He blindfolded Wendi every time.
She said she remembered it was a house
with no steps on the front door,
and it was on a curving road.
Bet it was a white house too.
[Scoffs]
I don't want my Emily to end up
like those girls on the street.
Drugs...
disease.
That won't happen to her.
You don't want that, do you?
You want to stay right there, don't you, sweet girl?
[Crying]
- Police! Don't move! - Let me see your hands!
Get your hands where we can see them!
- Move away from the girl. - Okay, okay.
This is on camera. I'm unarmed.
I'm not resisting. I have no bruises!
You are under arrest for kidnapping
- in the first degree... - Come here, darling.
Unlawful imprisonment and possession...
Don't hurt me. This is being recorded.
[Handcuffs snapping]
We're live, right now!
Not anymore.
Emily! I am so sorry!
[Sobbing]
My babies.
[Crying]
Thank you.
Hope she gets the chance to be a kid again.
We can hope.
It's a good job, all of you.
Thanks, Cap.
Get home safe, guys.
What do you say you take tomorrow off, Nick?
See your daughter.
That's an order.
Hold up.
Thanks.
[Sighs]
You got plans for tonight?
Oh, no, I'm... wiped. You?
Quiet night at home with my sister.
We haven't really had the chance to catch up, so...
Yeah, I know.
There's a lot going on with her.
That can't be easy for you.
She likes to stir things up.
Keeps her calm.
[Bell dings] I can handle it, you know.
Still...
take care of yourself.
[Door shuts]
Jeff?
Get off of her.
Oh, Amanda.
Don't you ever think of knocking?
You--here. You're leaving. Now.
Whoa! Honey... chill.
Your sister invited me.
Yeah, he said he was sorry.
He's gonna take me to Cancun.
That's right. I'm gonna take care of my girl.
Who else can she count on, if not Jeff?
You can count on me to shoot your ass
if you're not out of my apartment
- in 30 seconds. - Amanda!
- Whoa, whoa! - What the hell?
All right, I-I missed him.
And--and you're never around, and I was lonely.
Well, that's better than being beaten bloody,
isn't it?
13, 12, 11...
Now I know where crazy comes from.
You ain't seen crazy. 7, 6...
Show up again, no warning!
[Door slams]
What the hell did you do that for?
All right, I didn't ask for your help.
I can take care of myself.
You're welcome.
[Sighs]
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