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[alarm beeping]
-[thump] -[alarm stops]
Mom? Why didn't you wake me up?
[sighs]
Ugh! I'm going to be so late.
I don't have any clean socks!
You know what,
I asked you if you wanted me to wake you up,
but you said, "No. Mom, you've hovering.
I'm 14 now. I'm not a baby.
I can handle it on my own."
I can still hear you!
[Zenya] Yeah, well, I'm not trying to be quiet!
I don't have any clean socks, I'm gonna miss my bus!
Did you do the laundry?
I suggest the next time
you can't see the carpet in your bedroom,
you do your own clothes.
Okay, well, a simple "no" would have been fine!
I just bought these boots! I need socks!
Did you pack a lunch?
No, I didn't have time. I'm gonna miss the bus!
I love you.
Wait! Oh, just hold on!
Your socks!
Wait. Wait!
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And there she goes. Great.
Ow.
Stupid new boots.
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Abby?
What are you doing?
Hey, Mr. Bryant.
Late for school.
I'm going right past it.
Thank you.
How's your dad?
I haven't seen him in a while.
He lives in Connecticut.
Ah. Hitchhiking?
My friends and I do it sometimes.
I guess it's Conway, huh?
Everybody knows everybody.
Hey, Abby, uh,
so I was thinking maybe hitting the fall festival tonight.
Don't know if, like, everyone's going, so...
All the more reason not to.
[chuckles awkwardly] Oh, yeah, I know, right?
Still could be fun, though, you know.
Liz too, obviously.
Brenda Jacobs's parents are out of town.
Party tonight.
And... Neal's gonna be there.
Neal, by definition, is super-hot, so...
I'll have to check with my mom.
Just tell her you're going to the festival.
I'm not gonna lie to her.
-But then she'll say no. -I'll ask, okay?
Ow.
What the hell, Miranda?
Stop talking to Darren.
"A," I can talk to whoever I want.
"B," Darren's a jerk.
You can have him. It's a perfect match.
Well played.
Hey, Abby, sweetie!
Mom?
Yeah. I was on my lunch break.
How are your feet holding up?
They're killing me.
Thank you. This is really sweet.
I know. That's what moms are for.
I've got to go.
-Okay, love you. -Mom!
[Zenya chuckles]
See you after school.
[school bell rings]
[Liz] Well, my parents are totally cool about it
and Tammy said she can pick you up.
[Abby] Cool. I'll text you when I get home.
Oh, I've got to go. I'll see you guys later.
Okay.
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Wait! Wait!
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[sighs]
[vehicle approaches]
[driver] Looks like you could use a ride.
Yeah.
New boots.
Hop on in.
Okay.
Ah. Thank you.
What's your name?
Abby.
You can drop me off at Grant's Grill.
It's just a few miles.
Do you know where that is?
I can't say that I do.
You've never been to Grant's Grill?
It's a-- it's a left at the next light there.
It's left here.
Yeah, uh...
do you mind if I stop at the store real quick?
Sorry, I just don't want to backtrack.
Okay.
I appreciate the ride, but, um, I can walk from here.
[door locks engage]
[Abby gasps]
Hey.
Scream or try and get out again,
I'll blow your brains out or slit your throat.
Lean forward.
What?
-Lean forward! -[Abby cries out]
[cuffs rattle]
Keep your eyes closed.
Close your eyes.
-Please, let me go. -Shh!
I promise not to say anything!
Shh!
[engine starts]
[♪♪♪]
Why are you doing this?
I'm really sorry.
I know that sounds insincere...
but I am.
Please let me go.
I promise I won't tell anyone.
Shut up!
[phone rings]
Damn it!
[phone rings]
Where's your phone?
[banging]
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-[Taser zapping] -[Abby yelps and sobs]
I had to do this so you know what happens
if you don't obey.
[whimpers]
[sobs]
Come on.
Close your eyes.
[roaring] Keep them closed!
[Abby] Okay, okay!
Come on.
Don't open your eyes.
Close your eyes. Close your eyes!
Do not open them!
[Abby] Sorry.
[♪♪♪]
If you scream or move, I'll blow your head off.
Got it?
[grunts]
Do what I want, I'll let you go.
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[thud]
Abby?
Hey, honey, I'm home.
Got you your favorite bagels.
Honey?
[sighing] Oh, what a mess.
Hey. It's Mom.
Where are you? Do you have plans tonight or...
am I gonna be making dinner for two?
Call me back, please.
[Abby, shakily] Please, God.
I never call on you.
Forgive me.
But I know you're here.
So please don't go.
Please, don't leave me alone.
I can't be alone.
[floorboards creaking]
You don't need to pray, Abby.
So I know this isn't a great situation...
but I am gonna figure out something more comfortable.
Why do I need something more comfortable
if you're gonna let me go?
You should know...
that I'm really good with guns.
I, uh, served in the Army.
I've served in a lot of battles.
Won a lot of medals.
A lot of heroic stuff
that I'll tell you about another time.
You should also know
that I belong to a militia.
Old war buddies.
And if you ever
try to get away
or turn me in,
my friends will kill your entire family.
[Abby's breath shakes]
[whimpering]
What time was that?
[woman] She was finishing up some work
with a few of her friends--
I'd say 10, 15 minutes--
then I saw her leave.
A lot of the kids were talking about the festival.
Okay, thanks.
Let me know everything's okay.
I will.
[line ringing]
[Liz] Hello?
Hey, Liz, it's Zenya.
Is Abby with you?
No. We were supposed to get together,
but she hasn't returned any of my messages.
She's not home?
Did you see her get on the bus?
She missed the bus.
She texted me and said she was walking home
even though her feet were killing her, but...
Uh, so she didn't go to the festival?
Not that I know of.
But she wouldn't have gone without me.
Why? What's wrong?
Nothing, just tell her to call me
if you talk to her, okay?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, thanks.
[concerned, to self] Abby...
[knocking at door]
Ah, there you are.
You just don't have your keys.
And you know what? You need to give me a call.
We're opening this right now.
I know you had a day, but it got worse after you left.
I swear,
if they don't hire more staff, I am ready to quit that place.
What's wrong?
Abby didn't come home from school.
-What? -Nobody's seen her.
She's not answering her phone. She always calls me back.
Let's not panic.
My son did the same thing a couple weeks ago.
He was hanging out with some girl,
his phone died, but he was fine.
I'm gonna drive around.
She's a teenage girl!
I'm sure she's fine!
She was supposed to be home three hours ago.
This isn't like her. I'm gonna--
-Zenya! -Just call me if she comes home.
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Excuse me!
What can I do for you, ma'am?
I'm looking for my daughter.
She hasn't come home from school.
She is 14 years old, she's not answering her phone,
and her friends haven't seen her.
How long since she left school?
Uh, it's been about four hours. She was walking home.
I just... I was worried about any kind of accident,
anything involving a 14-year-old girl.
Well, I haven't heard anything on the scanner,
but I can put a B.O.L.O. out for you.
-Um... -A "be on the lookout."
-Okay. -It's usually the first step.
You happen to have a photo of her?
Oh. Yes. Right here.
Perfect. Just give me a sec.
Dispatch, this is Daniels.
Hey, Mary.
-Oh, hi, Zenya. -Hi.
I've been meaning to call.
Patty canceled for Saturday, so I'm--
I'm sorry, Mary.
Have you seen Abby?
Abby? No.
Has there been anyone near the house?
Not that I saw.
Is everything okay?
Abby just hasn't come home from school.
Just let me know if you see her, all right?
Okay.
[footsteps]
Thought it might help.
Yeah.
I'm overreacting, right?
I get like this--
I get neurotic when things are just
the slightest bit out of my control.
Abby tells me that all the time.
[chuckles anxiously, sighs]
Oh, man. That cop must have thought I was crazy.
How many kids, you know, teenagers,
they don't come home from school right after school, right?
-I mean... -She's going to come
through that door, apologize, and you're going to hug her.
And then you're gonna yell at her
and tell her never to do something like this ever again.
And everything will be back to normal.
Oh, she will be so grounded.
[chuckling]
[phone ringing]
Liz?
Mrs. Hernandez?
Mm-hmm.
Abby still hasn't returned any of my calls,
and it's going right to voicemail.
We've all been texting her,
but nobody's seen or heard from her.
This isn't like her at all.
I'm really worried.
Okay. Um... great.
Oh, God.
[siren wails]
Mrs. Hernandez,
is there any reason Abby would run away?
No.
No. She's happy. W-We're happy.
There's no issues.
[Det. Jacob Dunlap] You're divorced?
Yeah.
Uh, her-- her dad lives out of state.
I-I called him. He didn't answer.
They have a good relationship.
He wouldn't have taken her,
if that's where you're going next.
Look, Mrs. Hernandez, I know this is hard,
but we see situations like this.
There has never been a parent, ever,
who thinks their child would run away.
Abby wouldn't have run away.
Is there anyone else in her life?
Maybe somebody online?
Anything that could explain why she hasn't come home?
No. Abby doesn't keep these kind of secrets from me.
Okay? She-- She always calls me back.
Something is wrong.
Something...
[voice rising] Something is terribly wrong here!
Teenagers always have secrets.
90% of the time, we locate these kids within two weeks.
Secretly in love,
unable to deal with a bully at school...
It's her birthday in a few days,
and I... I gave her some money to...
to help around the house.
The money's still there.
She would have taken that with her
if she had run away.
She would've packed some clothes.
She would've..
What is it?
Oh, my God, she has new...
new boots-- I brought her socks to school,
but she said that her feet were still hurting her
and that...
Has Abby ever hitchhiked?
No. No, I tell her not to.
She knows not to,
but her friends...
Oh, my God.
[sobbing] Maybe her feet hurt.
So why didn't she call me?
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So I won't be here all the time, okay?
If you get thirsty,
just flick the toggle,
and it'll trickle water.
Look, Abby...
...you've been really calm,
and I didn't expect that.
But I think you've figured out that I can't let you go.
Hmm?
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[door slams]
[whimpering and sobbing]
[newscaster] 14-year-old Abby Hernandez
has been missing since walking home from high school
yesterday afternoon.
Local police are asking anyone who may have seen her
or have any information on her whereabouts
to call 9-1-1 immediately.
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[Zenya] Use this one.
The one they're using on the news is, I don't know,
a couple years old--
I don't even know where they go it--
so that's a good one.
Okay.
[Dunlap] Mrs. Hernandez,
State Police need an article of Abby's clothing
that hasn't been washed.
What for?
For the search dogs.
Oh... right.
You said
Abby received a text message
just after you both left the school?
It's okay.
[Liz] Yeah.
It was a little weird.
She seemed kind of distracted by it.
[Det. Emily Sadler] Do you think she was meeting someone?
No, she would have told me.
It might've been nothing,
just something I remembered as odd.
We'll need authorization to receive
a transcript of her text messages and emails.
Of course. Anything.
Zenya, honey...
Mrs. Hernandez, I'm Agent Carrera.
Thank you for coming so quickly.
I know you've already answered a lot of our questions,
but we'll need a statement from you as well.
Of course.
Have you gotten the cell tracking?
Movement speed.
We're confident that she got into a car.
Signal went dead on Pike Hill.
We're concentrating our search there.
Okay, good.
Social media?
[Dunlap] We did a quick scan,
but nothing out of the ordinary.
We're gonna check other platforms.
[Carrera] Ex-husband...
Yeah, he's out of state, but he'll be here soon.
[Sadler] Local talked to him.
He hasn't heard from Abby either.
We're confident that he's not involved.
Anyone else living in the house at this time?
Oh...
[chokes up] No. It's just us.
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[evidence bag crinkling]
[sobs]
[Zenya crying]
Don't worry, they'll find her. Don't worry. Don't worry.
[woman, calling out] Abby!
[searchers, overlapping] Abby!
-Abby? -Abby!
[Det. Sadler] Abby Hernandez was last seen
wearing a multi-colored striped sweater,
black leggings, and black boots.
She was last seen leaving Kentwood High School on foot.
Based on cell phone records,
we believe she may have gotten into a car
at Abbott Road,
three miles south of Bassett Lane,
at 3:24 p.m.
Her signal was lost at 3:42 p.m. near Pike Hill Road
at Mile Marker 72.
We're looking for anyone who may have been in that area.
We're asking for volunteers
to please hand out missing person signs
in these neighborhoods.
We're asking for local companies to please display these posters.
If anyone has seen Abby Hernandez,
please contact the police immediately.
If anyone has any information
that could lead to any insight on her disappearance...
contact the police immediately.
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My daughter, Abby, is so kind.
She is...
bright and, um...
has a beautiful smile.
She is a wonderful writer.
She loves to read and play chess.
It's her birthday in two days.
She is loved.
She is needed.
To whoever took her...
please let her go.
Please let her come home.
Thank you.
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So I'm gonna be removing the tape from your eyes,
but I can't let you see my face, Abby,
so I'm gonna be wearing a bit of a mask,
you understand?
This way, you won't remember what I look like.
Okay, okay.
Here we go.
Okay.
And there we go.
Okay.
♪ Ta-dah! ♪
I know, I know, but you know what?
It's almost Halloween,
and when in Rome...
Let me see. Ah.
I thought that might happen.
One sec.
Up, up...
There we go.
There.
That should do it.
Do you feel better?
[voice rising] Well, you could at least talk to me, Abby.
I mean, I would've gotten a pet
if I knew I was gonna be doing all the talking!
All right, just--
No, no, no!
Okay. Stop, please.
I'm sorry.
What do you want to talk about?
You said you were having a bad time at work.
What happened?
I don't know! A lot of things.
Like what?
Am I supposed to believe that you actually care?
It must've been something terrible,
because you don't seem like a bad person.
Well...
it's not just one thing.
It's a lot of things, you know?
A lot of trouble at work with the guys.
Like what?
I don't know. People can be pretty mean, Abby.
I don't even think they know my name.
They judge me.
I mean, I'm sure that you think I'm pretty mean after all this,
but...
really, Abby, once you get to know me,
you'll see that I'm not that way.
I can be a good friend.
I can love someone.
And I can share things.
What about your militia friends?
They don't take me too seriously, either.
Abby...
it's hard to find nice friends in this world.
Thanks.
For what?
For listening.
I have something for you.
So, Abby...
I know that shock collars are really only for dogs,
and I don't think of you that way--
honestly, I don't--
but if we use this,
you don't have to wear a gag on your mouth.
Listen.
This thing is really only activated
if you stimulate the vocal cords. Okay?
As long as you don't scream or make a lot of loud noises...
you shouldn't have a problem.
Okay?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Wait.
Did I miss my birthday?
Abby, you didn't tell me you had a birthday.
It's on October 12th.
I don't know what day it is.
I don't know how long I've been here.
Your birthday happened last weekend.
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You sure are loved by a lot of people.
It's all over the news.
Whole county is looking high and low.
I feel bad for them, though.
I mean... [chuckles]
...they don't realize
that I took you to a different state.
I mean, they are looking in all the wrong places.
Did you know there's a guy out there
who actually thinks
that you were abducted by aliens?
I mean, how nuts is that?
Don't get me wrong.
I know that aliens exist.
They do, and they're real and they're out there.
But they still have hope.
You can keep those.
I'll be back.
I'm gonna go make us some mac and cheese.
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[sobbing]
[muffled sobs continue]
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[thud]
[teen] ♪ Amazing grace ♪
♪ How sweet the sound ♪
♪ That saved ♪
♪ A wretch like me ♪
♪ I once ♪
♪ Was lost ♪
♪ But now ♪
♪ I'm found ♪
♪ Was blind ♪
♪ But now ♪
♪ I see ♪
It's physics, Abby.
It's all physics.
Metal can't burn at that temperature
from jet fuel.
And the "pancake effect" only works
if equal detonations are on all sides of the tower.
And no one has yet to explain Tower Seven.
I mean, the videos do not lie!
Anyway...
this room is only temporary for now.
I got something better in mind, but it's not ready yet.
That's really nice of you.
Unless, of course, you want to stay strapped to the bed.
I don't want to stay on the bed.
I didn't think so.
You've been very good, Abby,
that's why you're being rewarded.
What's the matter? You didn't like your hot dog?
It was really good. I'm just not that hungry.
If you don't eat the dinner, you're not getting any dessert!
Just forget it.
Come on, take a look.
Okay.
Well?
There it is.
Take a look.
Go on.
I know it's not very big,
but now you don't have to stay tied down on the bed.
[door creaks]
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Um, y-you said at work nobody knows your name.
What is it?
I can't tell you that, Abby.
Otherwise, I'd never be able to let you go.
But how can we be friends if I don't know your name?
After all this, you want to be my friend?
I mean, you'd be the only one I have at the moment.
Why don't you just call me "Master"?
[laughs]
Just kidding. How creepy would that be?
Let's make one up.
I have a feeling I'm starting to know
how your mind works, Abby.
So why don't you tell me what name's on your mind?
I... you'll think it's weird.
Try me.
Felix.
"Felix"?
Huh.
Why Felix?
It sounds smart.
Sophisticated.
You think I'm smart?
And...
it feels like the name of someone who's nice.
Well, I like that very much.
I want to be nice to you.
[door creaks]
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I'm looking for you.
Don't you give up, okay?
Because I am going to find you.
I promise.
[Zenya] A lie-detector test?
Do you really think I did something to Abby?
This is a multi-agency investigation.
It's--
It's bullshit!
She has been gone for a month!
What is it that you said to me, Detective Dunlap?
Um, "90% of the time, when we find these kids,
we find them within two weeks"?
Well, it's been four! Where the hell is she?
I wish she was a runaway, Mrs. Hernandez,
because, by now,
chances are we would've found her.
Then why isn't the FBI convinced that she was abducted?
[Dunlap] They have to keep all possibilities open.
It's how they do their job.
Oh, really?
Well, if they were any good at their job,
my daughter would be home.
[Sadler] Whoever took her is very smart.
The FBI, the State Police
are just as frustrated as we are,
so bear with them.
Co-operate.
We need them on our side.
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[Tess] Do they really think you're going to fail
a lie-detector test?
I don't know.
I swear, sometimes I think that's what they want.
I mean, not the police-- the FBI.
Some of them are-- they're just...
they're so great,
and they're so determined to find her,
and then there's others
that they just want any kind of answer.
So they can cover their ass for not being able to find her.
You know, Tess, I was...
I was horrified at the idea
that she would've run away
or was meeting someone online, that she got pregnant,
and now I just...
I wish to God that was the case so that...
at least I would know that she was alive.
We're doing everything we can.
We're going to find her. She's going to come home.
We are gonna find her, right?
[♪♪♪]
Then, how do you explain the missing airplane,
if it was a missile?
It's being held.
And all the passengers? 15 years later?
It's deeper than you could possibly imagine.
Every President knows about it.
What about the messages the passengers left
when they were about to hit the Pentagon?
Those were faked.
Get outta here.
My uncle died on 9/11.
I can't work around him anymore. He's nuts.
I'm done.
Hey!
[machinery humming, alerts beeping]
Yeah, boss?
Yeah, hey, listen, uh, you're a good worker.
I like having you on the floor,
but you've got to stop with some of this conspiracy crap.
What are you talking about? I'm just having a conversation.
9/11, "flat earth," aliens--
just keep it outside the workplace, okay?
Some of the guys are getting tired
of hearing it in the lunchroom.
Truth isn't a conspiracy.
Just turn it down a notch, okay?
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[clanking]
[Abby sighs]
[door being unlocked]
[door creaking]
You should see the new billboard.
It's a nice photo of you.
[thud]
"Missing person" signs everywhere.
The problem is, Abby,
is that they're all new.
They haven't stopped looking for you.
And we need them to stop looking, okay?
So...
what I want you to do
is write a letter to your mom.
Tell her that you're okay
and you're sorry for running away.
I think that'll make her happy, you know?
I mean, let's be honest.
At this point,
she doesn't even know if you're still alive.
Okay.
Well, go ahead.
Oh, and, Abby,
I'm gonna read every word of that letter.
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I mean, I am taking kind of a risk here, you know?
They are gonna look at that letter
under a total microscope.
But if they don't stop looking...
...I can't give you any more freedoms.
And I want to.
Okay, let's see.
Come on.
That's really good.
You have a way with words, Abby.
[♪♪♪]
[siren wailing]
[siren wails into distance]
[♪♪♪]
[paper ripping]
[♪♪♪]
[engine revving]
[roars] Abby!
[door being unlocked]
Abby!
-[Abby shrieks] -What did you do?
-No!
What did you do?
Get over here!
What did you do, Abby?
[Abby whimpering]
[Taser zaps as Abby cries out]
[Abby sobs]
And again!
[Abby crying as Taser zaps]
You see what you made me do?
I'll write another one...
just like you said to!
Abby, listen to me.
I have already been to prison. I am never going back.
Do you understand?
Do you have any idea what it's like over there?
It's like putting a bullet through my head.
Is that what you want?
I'll write another one!
[Abby weeping]
You want me dead?
-No. -Hey, listen.
If you rat me out, Abby, it's like killing me.
Do you understand?
-Yeah. -No, no, no, no!
You've got one chance.
You'd better do this now. I'm serious, Abby.
It's now or never, Abby.
-I'll write another one. -You've got five seconds.
-I'll write another one. -No, no, no, no.
You've got three seconds.
[sobbing] I'll write another one.
One second, Abby!
Do it!
[sobbing]
[Abby crying]
[Abby whimpers]
Hey. Never again.
[Abby yelps]
Wait!
[sobbing]
[phone rings]
[sets bowl down]
[ringing]
Hi.
[father, Ruben] How're you holding up, Zenya?
[Zenya chuckles bitterly]
I don't know.
I slept some last night, so I guess that's something.
How are you?
They accepted our case
through another outreach program.
It's international.
Sometimes, these kids are taken overseas.
I've already been in touch with them.
This is a different organization.
I don't think it's going to hurt us
to have as much help getting our daughter back
as we can, do you?
No. No, I know. You're right. I just... I'm tired.
I'm doing everything I can, too, you know.
I know.
I know you are. I just... I'm so angry!
And I feel so useless, and I...
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[quietly] Oh, my God.
[sets phone down]
[letter crinkling]
[gasps]
This one is not a hoax. Uh...
But her writing style is different.
She writes more lyrical than this.
"Dear Mom,
First of all,
I want you to know that I'm okay.
I'm doing fine and I'm healthy.
I know this has probably been scary
and hard on you, and Dad as well.
I miss all of you terribly--
my friends, and even school.
I'm so sorry.
I can't tell you where I am,
but I will soon, I promise.
Nor can I tell you why.
Not yet.
Please know I love you, and I'll see you again."
Someone made her write that.
More than likely, yes, but there's no way to be sure.
What?
I-I-I'm sorry, are we back to her being a runaway again?
Mrs.--
Is that what you're saying to me?
Mrs. Hernandez, we can show you a dozen cases
where a child would just dis--
Why?
Please tell me why she would run away.
Pregnant, attention, bullying...
I've got a long list.
No, no, no, no! We've been through this.
I know what I think it is.
It's that you don't want to accept the truth
that my daughter was kidnapped
because you are not any good at doing what you do!
-Zenya! -What?
Please.
It's okay.
It's been two months,
and her face has been seen all over the country,
and this is the only lead that we have.
We're doing our very best, Mrs. Hernandez,
but you need to prepare yourself
for a different truth
based on the leads that we get.
Okay. Okay.
What about a press conference?
Just to let people know that she's still alive?
It would keep her in the news.
That's not a good idea.
If we go public that we received a letter,
it could actually hinder our investigation.
At least not until
we've exhausted all efforts to trace its origin.
She's right.
So that's just it?
Don't understand me, Mrs. Hernandez.
We won't stop looking for her.
This case keeps me up at night.
14-year-old girls don't just disappear without a trace.
No, no. They don't.
There's always something.
We can only work with what we have.
I'm sorry.
Remember--
I told you that I was working on something else?
Okay, stay here.
I think you're really gonna like this.
[door thuds]
There we go.
[door thuds]
Well, it's not the Taj Mahal,
but you'll have more room in here.
I've lined it with three-inch foam...
...so no one's gonna be able to hear you.
And you still have to wear the shock collar.
Can't be too careful.
But, Abby, I did put a hose in here...
so you'll have some fresh air.
This is really great, Felix. Thank you.
You're not just saying that?
No, I really mean it.
Yeah, well, we'll do some more things in here
that'll make it feel like home.
As you can see, I got you some books.
I heard your mom say in a news conference
that you're an avid reader.
I am, yeah.
I didn't know what you like, so I just got the classics.
Thank you so much.
And clothes.
[chuckles softly] These are interesting.
World War I long johns.
Someone was selling them at a garage sale.
What about shoes?
No shoes.
Not yet.
You're really sweet to have done this. Thank you.
[chuckles awkwardly]
[♪♪♪]
Thank you.
I needed that today.
[♪♪♪]
These are the residential stickers.
They're from the FBI.
They get mailed out in bulk from the post office.
They said that the letter
was sent from about 50 miles away,
but, you know, they also said that whoever sent it
could've driven that far to mail it, so...
But in what direction?
[quietly] Yeah.
Who else do we have?
We're recruiting some other students,
and we have a ton of volunteers.
Did you know that the billboard was paid for
by a local restaurant in town?
Let's be sure to give them a shout-out
at the next press conference.
[laughs] Press conference.
What press conference? It's like pulling teeth
to get any kind of attention these days, so...
[♪♪♪]
Oh, my God...
you know, it's possible...
it's possible that this was written
in the first few days
and they just mailed it to me now.
Don't go there.
She's alive.
The letter proves that.
Yeah.
Okay...
Where are you, Abby?
[♪♪♪]
[sobs]
[♪♪♪]
[gasps and sobs]
[weeping]
Listen, I know I didn't really decorate much, but...
I did get you something.
Ta-dah!
[chuckles]
Merry Christmas.
That's okay, I know you didn't have time to shop for me.
It's a cookbook.
Because you said you don't know how to cook.
How are you ever gonna get a man
if you don't know how to cook a meal?
That's really thoughtful, Felix. Thank you.
Yeah. I mean, I thought we could learn together.
There's some good recipes.
I thought you could cook, I could cook--
we could do it together.
It'll be fun.
Yeah, I really, really like it.
[♪♪♪]
Hey. Hey!
Who did it? Who leaked the letter?
I know, Zenya.
-We don't know. -Who leaked it?
We will find the leak, and we will stop it.
My phone is blowing up.
I don't even know these people.
-I know. -Do you know
what they're saying on social media?
They're saying that she got pregnant
and that's why she ran away.
I know. We will get to the bottom of it.
They are saying horrible things about her!
And we will continue
to assert our belief that she was abducted.
And you really think that's gonna change their minds
after all this?
[newscaster] ...The full contents of the letter,
now leaked to the public,
verifying early reports
that Abby Hernandez has apologized to her mother
for running away.
Officials stress that Abby's abductor
could have forced her to write the letter
to hinder their search,
but that, of course, assumes that she was abducted at all.
-[door thuds] -Zenya!
Will you repay the city of Conway for the cost
-of their investigation? -No comment.
Did Abby have a secret boyfriend?
How long have you known this was a hoax?
There's nothing more that I can say.
I'm sorry. Just...
Would you just leave us alone?
Stop it!
[phone ringing]
This is Zenya.
[man] Do you have any idea
how much time and effort my family and I spent
looking for your daughter?
I hope you both rot in hell.
Just leave us alone.
[Abby] It's been a while.
I'm sorry for that.
But I know you're with me,
because I wouldn't have survived this long
without you.
[sniffles]
It's just the two of us,
so please don't leave me.
Please don't forget about my mom.
[deadbolts turning]
[♪♪♪]
[door shuts]
I always felt bad that I missed your birthday.
I heard you're a great chess player.
I'm okay.
You're being modest, Abby.
That's a good quality.
Don't lose that.
I bet you were, uh,
one of the most popular girls in high school, huh?
Not even.
I don't have many friends either.
They're misfits.
What about you?
Were you one of the cool kids?
Actually, I was bullied a lot in high school.
I got arrested once, after I made a bomb threat.
Hmm.
Okay...
You sure you want to do that?
What?
I'm just saying.
You're trying to psych me out, Abby.
Well, go for it.
[groaning]
I knew you were smart.
Abby, I'm telling you,
you are gonna be the CEO of a company.
Yeah, right.
Well, what do you want to do?
You'll laugh.
I wouldn't ever laugh at you.
I want to be a hairdresser.
[chuckles] Seriously?
See?
No, no, no, no! I-I'm not laughing. I'm just...
surprised.
I think it'd be really fun, making people look their best.
What do you do?
It's nothing that special.
It just pays the bills, you know?
I want to start my own publication.
[chuckles]
You think I'm being funny?
No. I'm sorry. It's just...
it's hard to take you seriously with you wearing that mask.
I know, I know. It's so silly, isn't it?
Mm-hmm.
I want to take it off.
I want to show you who I am.
But I'm protecting you.
So that you can let me go.
I hope so.
Soon.
You keep saying that.
It's been three months.
I know.
And...
I know that you're hurting.
You don't know the hardest part, though,
do you?
When I saw my mom at school that morning...
[voice breaks] ...she said, "I love you."
I didn't say it back.
I was embarrassed, for some stupid reason.
I felt bad.
But it didn't matter...
because I would see her when I got home from school,
and I would tell her that I loved her then.
Abby, I'm sorry.
[sobs]
I'm so, so sorry.
[♪♪♪]
That wasn't supposed to happen!
-It doesn't matter. -Of course, it matters!
You've seen my face! How can I let you go now?
I want to be able to see your face.
-But you can't! -I already have.
[♪♪♪]
See?
Isn't that more comfortable?
[♪♪♪]
From now on, when I'm here with you,
no more blindfolds.
No more being tied to the bed. No closet.
We can do things together.
We can watch TV.
Cook.
I'd really, really like that.
I can't take the collar off you yet.
You understand why, don't you?
I can't seem to get it out of my head
that she might not be coming home.
I know in my heart
that he made her write that letter,
which means that she was taken.
[sobs]
Which means that she...
...she might be dead.
You've been so active.
The moment you slow down,
it's inevitable to lose hope,
get buried in guilt.
But God has given you strength for this, Zenya,
so that you will not give up.
So that you will not stop
until just one person--
perhaps the man who took her--
hears your voice
and makes the difference in bringing her home.
I don't understand.
If he's given me such strength, then why is he so silent?
I was at a local mosque.
I had a meeting with the imam.
This was there.
Several of them.
He told me
a delivery boy translated them
and passed them out to mosques throughout New England.
Father Reynolds, just yesterday, reminded me
that all the local churches are still praying for Abby
every Sunday.
Ignore the media.
Ignore the chatter.
God isn't listening to them.
He's listening to our prayers.
We have not given up on Abby.
Neither has he.
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Abby.
Sorry.
No, no, no, no.
Come here. Come here.
No, no, no. You're not getting away that quickly!
Come here.
Come on.
Ho, ho, ho!
[laughs]
Let me see.
[laughing]
Pancakes.
[laughs]
♪ Da, da-da... ♪
[Abby laughs]
[♪♪♪]
Will you take me away?
"Take"?
What do you mean?
Somewhere where no one will see us, of course.
Where I can be outside?
Nothing is ever good enough for you.
[thunder roaring]
[♪♪♪]
No...
[♪♪♪]
[gun cocks]
[gunshot]
[screaming]
Normally, I like to wash these in the tub,
but these are already clean.
Mm-hmm.
A guy I know brings these up for me.
That's good.
So you just cut a little piece like that--
that's good.
-Mm-hmm. -You see how it crumbles?
Mm-hmm.
And then we just
put a little bit into the baggie.
Yeah, two or three grams, and...
voilà, ready for sale.
You seriously never smoked weed before?
No.
It'll make you feel good.
You know, you had one of your dreams last night.
It was different.
I couldn't see any of their faces.
I'm forgetting what they look like.
I have this recurring dream, too. Have I ever told you?
It's not always the same, either.
See, sometimes, it's a shark...
[♪♪♪]
[starts car]
[metal crunching]
Damn it!
What the hell are you doing, you idiot?
-You blind? -I looked!
Did you have to drive right through here?
The hell you did. Look at my car!
It was already dented!
You just hit it.
No, no, no, no.
There are dents all over the place.
Uh-uh. I'm calling the police.
[phone clatters]
Ah!
[screaming and crying out] Ow! Ow!
Oh, give me a break.
I also see you met Dotty Brown.
[chuckles] We deal with her a lot.
Every week, she's filing a lawsuit against the cops,
the City, or anyone else who crosses her path, really.
It's her word against yours,
so I don't expect this to go too far.
Thank you. And I'm fully past
those things on my record, Officer.
I have no wish to quarrel with the law anymore.
Well, that's good to hear.
Now, it says you've got a few firearms?
I do.
Legal.
I understand that,
but due to the terms of your previous release,
we have to confiscate 'em.
Just until all this clears up officially.
She's filed assault charges, so...
She's lying.
Well, it's just temporary.
Now, you can hand over the guns voluntarily,
or we can send an officer to the house
with a search warrant.
Your call.
Yeah, of course. I'll fully co-operate.
I appreciate that.
Makes my job easier.
[vehicle approaching]
Okay...
We okay with this guy?
Ah, he's harmless enough.
Just don't mention the Earth being round,
and you should be all right.
[cops chuckling]
[doors thud]
[♪♪♪]
Howdy.
So that's the last of 'em.
All right.
When do I get the guns back?
Well, assuming the charges are dropped,
shouldn't be more than a couple days.
[♪♪♪]
[creaking]
-Is that a Kalashnikov? -Genuine at that.
[cop whistles]
That is a hell of a piece.
I'm a collector myself.
So don't worry.
I'll make sure these are well taken care of.
I appreciate that, Officer.
Well, all right. That should just about do it.
Sorry to put you in this position, officers.
[officer] Ah. Appreciate your co-operation.
Have a good day.
[door handle rattles]
[sobs]
[♪♪♪]
[deadbolt turning]
They didn't take all the guns, did they?
What did I do?
Just keep your head down outside.
[♪♪♪]
[car engine turns off]
[car door shuts]
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
[Abby laughs]
[breath shakes]
[♪♪♪]
Abby...
I really enjoy doing these things.
One day,
when they stop looking for you,
we can do a whole lot more.
Yeah.
[♪♪♪]
You've been taught to believe
scientific evidence only supports
the "round Earth" hypothesis.
Ships disappearing beyond the horizon,
satellites circling the Earth.
People believe that because they're lazy!
You've never studied
the azimuthal equidistant projection.
It's all mathematical!
50 kilometers from zero latitude/longitude,
at 28 degrees,
minus pi equals distance...
Two minutes. That's the rule.
[shower stops]
And I had to drive quite a ways,
but it was worth it.
Tonight, Abby...
we dine like kings.
[sniffs]
Reject pile.
Don't be so hard on the rejects.
That's us.
I never said I was a reject.
I said I was a misfit.
What's the difference?
A reject is a label that someone else gives you,
and "misfit" you wear with pride.
You know, you have a way with words.
I'm serious.
Like your essay about your trip to San Francisco--
how you talked about the prisoners at Alcatraz.
Most people wouldn't have empathy for them.
Especially at your age.
It just seemed like a sad place.
I know those people did bad things
and they deserve to be there,
but that doesn't make it any less sad
that someone's life leads to that.
That's because you're a kind person.
And you're the smartest person I know.
Trust me, I know smarter people.
[♪♪♪]
Felix...
Yeah?
Pick that flower for me?
[♪♪♪]
[door creaks]
[♪♪♪]
Milady.
Thank you.
I'm just gonna go put it in water.
[♪♪♪]
Oh, hey. A word.
Hey, boss.
Hey, look, uh...
I'm sorry to do this, but, uh,
the company's cutting back
and I'm afraid we have to let you go.
I'm getting fired?
I'm afraid so.
So serving your country doesn't count for anything anymore, huh?
-I feel bad about that. -No, you don't.
We both know what this is about!
I'm getting canned because I speak the truth.
It has nothing to do with that!
The company's bleeding money, okay?
Two other guys are going down with you.
Yeah, right!
[helmet thuds]
Hey, what unit did you serve in, anyway?
Huh?
It was all B.S., wasn't it?
You were never in the Army!
You were never awarded any medals!
What did I tell you?
Someone was listening, Abby.
Someone outside the company.
And when you speak the truth, you get screwed!
Now, I have an idea for what we can do to make some money,
but it's a little outside the box.
I'm gonna need your help, all right?
I'm gonna need your help
because you're artistic and smart,
and you're gonna help me.
Help you with what?
You're seriously gonna print money?
We are gonna print money.
First, we just have to find an image on the Internet.
Scanners won't copy currency.
I think I found a hundred that'll work.
Take a look.
There.
What do you think?
Hmm...
I don't think the resolution's high enough.
I don't know how these things work.
Find another image that'll work.
Come on.
I think this one might be all right.
Okay, that's good. Save it and print it.
Okay.
But wait.
Before you do that, increase the saturation.
[hits keys]
That's probably too bright.
Something like that?
Yeah. All right, save it and print it.
[printer whirring]
No, that's too dark.
Try again.
I think a lot about people who say money isn't everything.
You know who those people are, Abby?
People who have money.
And why is the government
the only one allowed to print it?
To control us.
We are helping the economy by spending this money.
I understand if it were billions or even millions--
if we were helping devalue currency--
but this is nothing, this won't even make a dent.
To them, this is nothing--
absolutely nothing--
but for us,
this is everything.
So we're actually doing the right thing,
because we are putting all this money
back into circulation.
I mean, what's the difference between this
and someone getting something free from the government
for doing nothing?
At least we're working for it.
Am I being fair?
Am I crazy? Right?
Well, here you go, ma'am.
I'm paying cash today.
[chuckles]
I mean, can you tell the difference?
No. It looks really, really good.
[clattering]
[♪♪♪]
Now you know my name.
What are we gonna do, Abby?
You're gonna tell people who I am.
-I won't. I won't! -I don't believe you.
Why don't you believe me?
Because you hate me for what I did!
Stop, stop. I don't. I don't hate you.
Whether you believe it or not, I don't.
It's weird, but we have stuff in common.
And yes, I am mad that you took me,
and yes, I want to go home,
and yes, I want to see my family, but...
I--I trust you.
And now you need to trust me.
I no longer have to call you a stupid name like Felix.
You told me Felix sounded smart.
But not as smart as "Nate".
I don't like Nate.
People call me Kibby.
Okay, then.
Kibby...
we have a lot of work to do.
[♪♪♪]
Thank you.
So...
We had a morning brief with the FBI this past week.
They're still on the case, Zenya,
but, um, as you can imagine,
their resources have been limited.
And Detective Jacobs?
It's just me.
All right.
I put a post out on our page
looking for volunteers to distribute flyers.
I got three responses.
Why was the billboard taken down?
That was paid for by a local company.
They made that decision.
Hmm.
Well, we've been trying to raise more money.
I've talked to the reporters,
but they have either...
made up their minds
or lost interest.
Zenya, it's-it's important that you keep her story alive,
but you can't keep knocking on doors
of people who've already been vetted.
I will knock on every door in New England if I have to.
We're getting complaints.
Really?
You yelled at a business owner
because he wouldn't put up a new poster?
I asked him
to put it up outside.
Why would he say no to that?
That's his choice.
Emily, if I don't keep fighting,
I'm just gonna lie down on my couch and die.
I don't care who I offend.
And causing a little ruckus now and again,
it might be the only thing that keeps her name in the news.
Well, you can't just react emotionally.
Would you treat it any differently
if it were your daughter?
[♪♪♪]
Then help me keep her story alive.
More than seven months ago,
on October 9th, 2013,
my daughter, Abby Hernandez,
was taken against her will.
There was incredible support
from not only the people of Conway,
but the entire state of New Hampshire,
and for that I am...
I am eternally grateful.
The letter Abby wrote to me
proved that she is still alive,
but you, the press,
chose to focus on only one aspect of that letter.
And because of your actions,
people turned
on our family
and on Abby herself.
They stopped looking. They stopped caring.
Abby has been missing
for seven months,
and I am asking you
to keep writing about her.
Please keep talking about her.
Because,
if one person hears it,
that might help bring her home.
[♪♪♪]
-[door slams] -I'm sorry! Kibby!
[sobbing]
Kibby, please!
[weeping]
-[power clicks off] -[Abby whimpers]
I'm sorry.
[heavy metal music playing]
[♪♪♪]
[slam]
[Abby] I'm just saying
it doesn't have to be one or the other.
I believe in God.
I believe in a higher power,
but that doesn't mean evolution can't exist, too.
What if that was part of God's design?
Faith and science can co-exist is what you're saying?
That's what I'm saying, yeah.
We can agree on that.
[scoffs]
I still can't figure you out with this game.
How long have we been playing this?
What's the date?
July 20th.
It's July?
[Kibby moves his piece]
I can't tell if you're baiting me.
I see what you did there.
But I bet you didn't see...
this.
Don't underestimate me, Abby.
A lot of people make that mistake.
Same.
Queen to King 7.
[♪♪♪]
[clattering and crashing]
[phone rings]
Hello?
[woman] You piece of garbage!
You paid me with counterfeit money.
Who's this?
You know damn well who this is!
It's Tammy, you piece of crap.
I've been busted for using the money that you paid me.
I'm telling the police everything.
They know where you live.
They're coming for you.
You're finished.
Checkmate.
What am I gonna do?
God! No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
They're coming!
She's not bluffing. They'll search everything.
Okay, Abby, here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna clean everything.
We are gonna sanitize this entire place,
do you understand?
The kitchen, the bedroom, the living room,
the shipping container-- everything!
We cannot leave one scent of your DNA on this property.
Do you understand?
And then what?
What do you mean, and then what?
-Where are you gonna take me? -I don't know!
Kibby, I've done everything you asked--
Abby, I can't. You know this.
-Kibby, please. Please. -Come on. No. Come here.
[Abby, panicky] Okay.
We have to clean. We have to clean.
Come on. We have to start cleaning as soon as we can.
Come on. Come on, come on, come on.
Here, take this.
There can't be an ounce of DNA anywhere.
Nothing.
Nothing can be traced back to me!
[♪♪♪]
[gasps faintly]
[flames crackling]
These are the same clothes you were wearing
when I...
Just put them on.
What then?
[♪♪♪]
I'm sorry, Abby.
I'm sorry for doing this to you.
I'm sorry for ruining your life.
[sobs]
Please forgive me.
Please don't hate me for this.
[sobbing]
It's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.
[Kibby sobs]
[Abby] Where are we going?
Kibby, please.
[Kibby] Shut up!
[Abby] Pike Road...
Are we in Conway?
You said you took me to another state.
I lied. Sue me.
[sobbing] I kept all my promises to you!
I kept all of my promises to you.
[Kibby] Shut up!
[Abby] Please let me go.
[Kibby] Shut up!
[brakes screech] Stop it!
Life doesn't work that way, okay?
I can't go to jail.
You've been misunderstood your whole life.
No one has ever taken you seriously.
No one has ever listened to you,
except me.
Kibby, please.
[Abby sobbing]
Please...
make me a promise.
You owe it to me.
Please...
leave my body someplace where it'll be found.
I want my mom and dad to have closure.
Please, please promise me.
[Kibby panting and fighting sobs]
[doors unlock]
[sobbing]
[♪♪♪]
[Abby sobbing]
[Abby panting]
[scouring dishes]
[Abby panting and sobbing]
[Abby] Hello?
What's that?
[laughs and sobs]
Abby!
-Abby! -Mom!
Abby! Abby!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God...
[sobbing] You're home!
[both sobbing]
[♪♪♪]
[Abby] Despite being so afraid,
and the horrible things Kibby did to me,
I knew my only chance of survival
was to make Kibby see me as a person,
not an object.
In an odd way,
I began to see him in that way, too,
which is why he believed we were friends.
God was with me.
I know that.
So was the love from my mom, my dad,
my friends, and my family,
who I knew were out there praying for me every day.
When I returned to the valley where Kibby took me,
I was told that the people there
couldn't remember a horse like the one I described.
Angels come in all forms.
[♪♪♪]