All language subtitles for All.Her.Fault.s01e02

-Bye, Mommy.
-Bye, sweetheart.

Hi. I'm Marissa.

I'm here to pick up
my son, Milo.

-There's no Milo here.
-Milo!

-Is he here?
-No!

OK. I promise.

OK? We'll find him.

Now, your understanding
was that Milo

was supposed to be
on a playdate.

How was that playdate arranged?

I received a text from one
of the moms, Jenny Kaminski.

How well do you know
Ms. Kaminski?

You know,
I've seen her around a lot,

but I haven't spoken to her
until about

a week and a half ago
at the school social,

and she was great.

I'm tired of being amazing.

I don't want to be
amazing anymore.

Detective Alcaraz
says Milo was picked up

by a woman named Carrie Finch.
-Who is Carrie Finch?

She works for another mom
named Jenny Kaminski.

So you think Carrie sent
the text pretending to be me?

It appears so.

Now that phone
is out of service.

So this was all planned?

Why don't you just
check the number?

You just check it, OK?

'Cause he's fucking out there.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

You're a great mom.
You... you're amazing.

You're amazing.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

♪ Hold on ♪

Finally home.

Do you want me to take him?

You feeling all right?
-Yeah.

Lightheaded or dizzy
or anything?

No, honey. Fully recovered.

-Yeah?
-Yeah? Honest.

OK. Hey.

Welcome home, Milo.

♪ Gonna make this place
your home ♪

Hi.

♪ Settle down ♪

♪ It'll all be clear ♪

♪ Don't pay no mind
to the demons ♪

♪ They fill you with fear ♪

Oh, great, thanks.

♪ The trouble,
it might drag you down ♪

There you go.

There you go.
-Love you.

I love you.

♪ Just know you're not alone ♪

Love you, pal.

See you tonight.
-Bye.

Hey. Oh, I know, I know.

I don't understand
why you don't sleep

while the baby sleeps.

Because it's my only
opportunity to get work done.

But I can't keep this up.
It's not sustainable.

I don't know
what you want me to do.

Peter, I need...
I need your effort.

You know, there's... there's
a million different ways

to get a baby to sleep
for longer than two hours

a night...
swaddling, white noise.

Oh, my God, are you OK?

Sleep training maybe.

We should have researched
before he was born, OK?

And I need you to make it
your top priority.

No problem.

You just tell me what to do,
and I will do it.

OK? I got you.

On the offense. 10-yard penalty.

He's gonna, like,
rip the stitches off the ball.

Mm.

Whoa, you slept
through the night.

Yeah. Mm.

That was four nights
in a row, right?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Oh, you did it.

Mm.

I swear, you can do anything.

Love you.

Look at this.

What's that, my little bear?

Yeah, what is it?

Is this paint?

-Yeah.
-Yep.

Hmm.
-Do you wanna show me?

There's no paint.
It doesn't show.

So we gotta open it.

Ms. Irvine,
thank you for holding.

Hi. Hi. Yeah.

No, I already sent you
the picture to use.

And I... I need it up
for the morning traffic.

People need to see the picture

so they know the hotline
and which number to call.

Hey, guys. It's me.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Hey.

No news?
-No.

-Thanks for coming.
-Yeah, of course. Yeah.

OK, so tell me the steps.

What is today? What's next?

Uh, press conference downtown.

Police will make a statement.
We'll make a statement.

And, uh, we could get
a ransom call.

And if that happens, uh,
we get the information,

tell the police,
and then they'll take us

through next steps.

OK.

Hey, it sounds like
everybody's prepared.

OK?

And you're doing
all the right things.

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, Milo bear.
Milo, guess what?

Love you.

I love you too.

Mr. Chips.

You wanna hear
what he sounds like?

He spilled...
-Yeah.

Orange juice.

Oh, he spilled
orange juice, huh?

Is that right?

Carrie.

He adores you.

-I'm not sure it's adoration.
-Carrie.

Might be sugar
from the milkshakes.

Oh.

Maybe.

I think it's a little of both.

You can't get me.

This is so much fun.

-Mom, where's Carrie?
-Hi, sweetie.

Where is she?

So Carrie's gonna be gone
for a little bit.

Who's gonna take me to school?

Me. Won't that be fun?

Will you do pick up
in the park and swimming?

We're gonna do all of that.

-OK.
-Hey, kiddo.

You know what I think
is really cool,

is that you and your mom
will get to spend

more time together.
Won't that be nice?

Now, come on.
Go brush your teeth.

Cops really tore
this place apart.

Yeah.

I don't think they found
anything though.

Thought you'd be off by now.

First period is free today.

And tomorrow, your last class
gets out at 2:30, right?

-Yeah.
-OK.

Well, Lee Logan might wanna hear

the pitch tomorrow afternoon.

So it's not confirmed yet,
but...

Oh, you want me to pick him up.

Well, Richie,
this is a big pitch.

Yeah, but tomorrow's Thursday.

I've got Quizics.

Quizics is an extra credit
physics quiz team.

Yeah, which is important
to the kids.

How's this supposed to work,
you, me, Jacob, and no nanny?

You can't seriously
be suggesting

that we hire another nanny
when we just found out

the last one was a psycho.

I'm not talking about
hiring another nanny.

I'm talking about
today, tomorrow, Friday.

That's all I can handle.
So how's it supposed to work?

Honey, we'll make it work.

You can't just say
that we'll make it work.

You actually have to do things
to help make it work.

Hold on.

So her real name
isn't even Carrie Finch?

No, I'm afraid not,
Ms. Kaminski.

Her driver's license
is fraudulent,

and the information
on her résumé

appears to be fake as well.
-I... I called her references.

I didn't use a nanny service

because I wanted
to do it myself.

You're saying
these people were actors?

We don't know who they were,
but their numbers

have all been disconnected.

You... you couldn't tell
when you were talking to them?

No, they sounded like
normal families who knew Carrie

and said wonderful things.

I can't believe
you didn't sense anything.

Did you sense anything,
Mr. Kaminski?

What?

When you spoke to
the nanny's references,

did you sense anything unusual?

Oh, I...
I didn't talk to anyone.

I mean, that's really more
Jenny's department.

I see.

So what can you tell us about
Carrie's typical schedule?

She did the morning routine.

And then they left the house
a little after 8:00.

Bishops Academy starts at 8:30.

And then she did things
around the house

until pickup, which is at 3:00.

Now can you walk us
through the afternoon,

starting at pickup?

She either brought him
back here or took him

to any other
after-school activities,

until I got home at 7:00.

And then I'd take over
and put him to bed.

And when do you usually
get home from work,

Mr. Kaminski?

My teaching day
changes day to day,

but usually around 4:00-ish.

So at least on some days,

you'd come home,
Jacob would be here,

and Carrie would be
in charge of him?

Yeah, I always need to work on

new lesson plans
for the next day.

Any change in
Carrie's schedule lately?

She did ask for
a day off recently, like,

two... two weeks ago, the 25th.

I don't know where she went,
but she was gone all day.

Thanks so much for knocking
like I've asked you to.

Just love to catch you off guard

in your oasis of calm.
-Uh-huh.

So, um, what'd
the detective ask you?

-Last night?
-Mm-hmm.

Normal stuff.

What did he ask you?

What Peter's like,
what Marissa's like.

Oh, and by the way,
things are still super awkward

between them after last night.

Yeah, well, I'm on team Mar.

It was not
Peter's finest moment.

No, it was not. Ready?

Coming up on 24 hours,
no ransom call.

-Yet.
-Yet.

Still, why the holdup?

Maybe the holdup is two people

arguing about how to proceed.

You know, Carrie Finch
took the day off on the 25th.

Do you know who else took
the day off on the 25th?

Peter Irvine.

OK.

Why isn't there a drop-off?

Oh, I think
they want the parents

to walk in with the kids
for a little bit.

-Hi.
-Morning.

Jacob Kaminski.
-Morning, Jacob.

Have a good day!

-Bye.
-Bye.

OK, let's go. There we go.

Guys, guys. Jenny.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, how are you?

-Um, shaken.
-Yeah.

Um, of course.

God, she was your nanny.
She was around Jacob.

Were there signs,
like, of instability

with Carrie's behavior?

Um, no, she was shy, sweet.

I can't really wrap
my head around it.

Have you talked to Marissa?

I actually went to
her house last night.

Uh, ooh, what was she like?

She was really forgiving.

Gonna help out the best I can
until they find Milo.

Oh.

What?

Well...

Honey, last night,
Marissa was in shock,

but eventually,
reality will set in.

I mean, the fact is,
your nanny, who you hired,

kidnapped her five-year-old son.

Do you really think
the two of you are friends?

She's gonna sue you
at the very least.

Protect yourself, Jenny.

Keep your distance
from Marissa Irvine.

Yeah.

-What I don't understand...
-Mm-hmm.

Is how this nanny was
hired in the first place.

I know.

Because there's no way
there weren't signs

she was severely mentally ill.
-You're right.

But this mom
who hired her, I mean,

did she not care who was going
to take care of her child?

Well, that's a question.

Did she literally
just hire the first person

who applied for the job?
-Yeah.

-What was she thinking?
-I don't know, but, uh...

She wasn't.

And now, look...

What's happened.

Well, I can't say
that you're wrong

on any of those points,
to be honest.

That reporter's staring at us.

Just let it go.

Mm.

Hi.

Do we know each other?
-Lia.

Oh, my God.

Hello?

Uh...

Hello?

Hello?

-We have your child.
-Oh, fuck.

I said, we have your child.

Fuck, I think it's really her.

-Dude, hang up.
-I am. I am.

Dude, hang up.

It's a prank.

Nice wedding, rich bitch!

What? What? No...

What the fuck?

The fuck is wrong with people?

Why did they mention
our wedding?

I don't know.

No, the media
has gotten pictures of us

from Facebook, our wedding.

It looks like we're showing off.

Well, who cares
what people think?

Peter, if people don't like us,

if they think we're...
we're rich assholes,

they won't look
as hard for Milo.

Honey, I don't think
it works that way.

It does.
It does work that way, Peter.

I learned about it last night.

I spoke to an expert, and he
studies missing persons cases,

and he...
he's compiled all this data.

A positive public image
of the family

has a direct influence
on whether or not

the public will search as hard
for the missing person.

-OK. OK.
-Fuck.

I was so worried
about the press conference

and everything we had
to do going forward,

like Instagram, Facebook...
-Hey, hey!

Stop filming them!
-Lia!

-OK.
-I don't... I don't know.

Put the camera down.
Just put the camera down, OK?

Put the camera down,
and we're all good.

We're all good.
-No.

Can you get a hold
of her please?

I just don't want you
to be alone...

-I know.
-Right now.

But, please,
just get a hold of her.

Mar, somebody
should be with you.

-I can go with her.
-Hi.

-OK?
-Yeah. Thanks.

You know what?

You and I, we can talk.
How about that?

You bitch.

Hey, do you hear anything
other than the sound

of your own voice?
-But she...

Marissa was just talking
about having

a positive public image.

OK. OK.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Hi, I'm Peter Irvine.

If you need to lay down...

No, I can't. I... I can't.

I gotta get the website done
before the press conference.

-Well, I can do that.
-Oh, I need to...

You need to lay down.
I can get the website up.

I know how to design a website.
OK?

I'll do it while you lay down.
That's our plan.

OK. OK.

Did Carrie ever hurt Jacob

or do anything?

She... could she be violent?

No.

I just need to know
what to picture

because I can't make
the pictures in my head stop.

I've tried, but I can't.

I keep imagining him crying
or being in pain.

Here's a new picture.

One morning, Jacob burned
his finger on the stove.

It was nothing.

I put a Band-Aid on it,
but he just wanted

so much attention,
and I wasn't in the mood.

So I came home from work,
and he'd been

with Carrie all afternoon.

And she had made him
a splint for his finger...

You've got to be
careful with it.

Out of a popsicle stick
and some pipe cleaners.

Let me see it.

It's not very good.

You're amazing.
You pull it off so well.

Pictures in your head
are fears, not facts.

But Carrie drawing butterflies

on a popsicle stick
to make a five-year-old smile,

that's a fact.

So there's a new picture
for your head.

Thank you.

Is there anyone
that I can call, Marissa?

More family?

No, I don't have
a lot of family.

-What about friends?
-No.

I don't have
a lot of those either.

Sorry, you just...

No, it's not.

It's not what you think.

I like things small.

I talk a lot,
but I'm an introvert.

Peter's most of
my social circle,

his brother and his sister.

I lost touch with most
of my girlfriends from...

from school, and
we all have kids and work.

It's... it's just hard
to make new friends

when you're busy, so...

Yeah.

So, no,
there's no one else to call,

but it's not as sad
as it sounds.

I don't think it sounds sad.
I think it sounds cozy.

Oh.

Well, cozy is nice.
-Yeah.

Yeah. Well, who knows?

Maybe you'll become
my new best friend.

I'd like that.

I will say you have an
uphill battle in front of you.

Well, I'm up for the challenge.

OK.

Yeah, you're a sick
fucking masochist, Jenny.

It's OK.

Oh, no.

It's OK. It's OK.

I'm sitting here laughing
while my son is missing.

What kind of
fucked-up mother am I?

-No.
-Jesus fuck.

You're human. You're human.

-Stop.
-Look at me.

Look at me.

You're human.

Why did she take Milo?
Why couldn't she have taken...

I'm sorry. That's...

It's OK.

I understand.

It has to be money.

Where's the ransom call?

Detectives came over
to the house this morning.

They asked all kinds
of things about Carrie,

about people in her life,
asked about her last day off.

It was the 25th.
I don't know where she was.

No idea. I've said everything.

The 25th?

Yeah, that's a Thursday, right?

Do you have any
Saturday appointments at all?

Uh-huh.

-Yeah, I can wait.
-Hold on!

Are you a vampire?

-What?
-A vampire with teeth?

Oh.

-I'm a walrus.
-Oh.

OK.

Hey, do you know
what a mall cake is?

A cake from a mall?

Yeah, he says he wants one
for his birthday.

He said he tasted it,
and it's his favorite flavor.

But when I... when
I asked him to describe

what it tasted like,
he said it felt green.

All right, so our son's nuts.

Uh-huh.

Uh, OK. Yeah, no, no, no, no.

We'll take it. He's overdue.

Thank you. Thursday, 12:30.

Yeah, the 25th.

Can you take him to
the dentist on the 25th?

-Can Ana take him?
-No.

He's afraid of the dentist.
He wants one of us there.

He wants you there.

Peter, I've missed so much work.

Come on. Can you please just...

I have a conference on the 25th.

I'm sorry.

Hey! What's going on?

Come on, Daddy. Chase me.

Get over here. Hold on.

Come here.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, you're fast?

Whoa! Whoa!

Quick! Whoa!

-Peter Irvine's office.
-Hey, Carlos.

It's... it's Marissa.
-Hi.

Peter's with
the police right now.

They're building a timeline.

He wanted me to get
some information

about a conference
he attended on the 25th.

Oh, sure.
Um, the 25th of last month?

Yeah.

Um, sorry, but is Peter
confused about his dates?

Why?

Because I've got
his calendar in front of me,

and on the 25th,
he was just out of the office.

There was no conference.

Ms. Garcia, last night,
you told us that

you'd never spoken
to Carrie Finch.

Not even casually?
-No.

We just smiled, polite.

She was always with Jacob.

He likes to climb, and she
didn't want him to fall, so...

Can you tell us
where you were on the 25th?

It was a Thursday
about two weeks ago.

Um, yeah. Uh, yes.

Uh, Milo had
a dentist appointment,

but Marissa took him,
so I didn't pick him up

from school like I usually do.

But you met him at the house
later on that afternoon.

Is that right?
-Yeah, around 1:00.

Milo wasn't home
from the dentist yet.

They came home a bit later.

Was there anyone else home
when you got there at 1:00?

Yes, Peter.

But then he left right before
Marissa and Milo came home.

Did he say where he was going?

No.

All right, Ms. Garcia,
we're done for now.

But if you...
-Uh, climbing where?

I was at Bishops Academy
last night,

and there was swings
and a sandbox

and a couple of
those tube things,

but where would Jacob fall from?

Um, there's a playground

on Lombard Street.

A lot of the nannies
take their kids there

to play after school gets out.

-Is that it?
-Yeah.

Yeah, that's the one.

There's a couple of
playgrounds closer.

Is there a reason that you went
to Lombard Street specifically?

There's a milkshake place
nearby.

The kids love it.

Hey.

Hey, we're supposed to be
in the car by now,

but he wants you to do the...
-Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Here we go.

OK, ready? I'm gonna do it now.

Uh-huh.

Oh!

Funny.

Hey, if it is an affair

and Peter Irvine's in
on the kidnapping,

it'd explain why
there's no ransom call.

-Well, yet.
-Yet.

He wants you
to do it again, again.

Well, good, because
I wanna do it again.

You ready? Here we go.

Do you think he's capable
of kidnapping his own child,

like putting him through that?

He seemed like a pretty
loving father to me.

I don't know.

Sometimes I think we're capable
of just about anything,

and I'm sure Peter Irvine
is capable of keeping a secret.

Let's just do what Mar said

and take down
any unsympathetic posts, OK?

We got about 20 minutes
till the press conference.

I knew you were feeling sick.

Fine. You're right.

-Yeah.
-I hate the meds.

Man, I hate the meds too.

Yeah, but I'm always a pain
in the ass because of them.

It's not your fault.

Do you have your Instagram up?
-Yes, I do.

I am capable of editing
my own feed.

I don't trust you.

I took down all the photos where

I'm reading to orphans
and left up the ones

where I'm mid-orgy.
-What?

I'm telling you, I nailed it.

Ah, man.

You are a really good aunt.

Who wouldn't love that kid?

I think you two get along
so well because

you're at the same
maturity level.

Peter, don't be a dick.

No, I'm just... I'm just saying.

Eventually, he'll be the one
looking after you.

Sorry about the reporter.

No, it's fine. It's fine.

I need you to do stupid shit

so that I can smooth
everything over.

Uh, it's a shitty thing to say,
but I need you to feel nauseous

from the pain meds
so I can keep my mind busy

thinking of what might help.

I need to be needed right now.

Otherwise,
I'm gonna lose my mind.

I just thought it was
gonna be over by now.

What's it gonna cost
to end this?

You and me.

A single financial transaction,
and it's over.

And no one ever knows.

Name your price.

Hey.

Colin, is Peter
having an affair?

I need to know.
-Mar, what?

If... if I thought Peter
was having an affair,

I would tell you instantly.

Do you think it's possible?
Be honest.

The honest answer is,
I don't know.

Just... just, uh... uh,
tell me something normal.

Uh, just tell me
what's going on there.

So, um, the neighbors
have been stopping by,

and they're asking if there's
anything that they can do.

I know you got the website
and the hotline,

but what do you think
about doing, like, a...

I don't know...
a door-to-door thing?

Canvassing?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Great.

OK, great.
Yeah, I'll get it organized.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

-I gotta go.
-OK. Yeah.

Hello, may I ask for
your attention, please?

Thank you, and thank you
for being here today.

At this time,
I'd like to take you

through the series
of events pertaining

to the recent disappearance
of five-year-old Milo Irvine.

He was picked up from
his elementary school,

Bishops Academy, by a woman
calling herself Caroline Finch.

However, that name is now
believed to be fraudulent.

Milo Irvine, the woman,
the vehicle they were in,

have not been seen since.

At this time,
I'd like to ask Milo's parents

to come forward and say
a few words about their son.

And afterwards, I can
answer questions pertaining

to the investigation.

I'm Peter Irvine.

This is my wife, Marissa Irvine.

Milo is five years old.

He's our only child.

He is smart and kind.

He loves dinosaurs and painting

and is just starting
to learn to read.

More than anything else
in the world,

my wife and I want
our son to come home.

I was in the hospital for
a while after Milo was born,

and it felt like forever
until we could take him home.

But when we finally did,
it was...

it was the happiest day
of my life.

Uh, I remember telling him
that I would always

protect him, and...

I haven't done that.

And I need your help.

Please help.

If anyone has any information
about Milo's whereabouts,

please, we beg you,
come forward.

Thank you.

Ms. Irvine,
why was another nanny,

this Carrie Finch, allowed to
pick your child up from school?

There... there was a playdate
scheduled between our children.

Mrs. Irvine.

Where was the playdate
supposed to be?

Do you know?

Uh, at the other child's home.

Is this a home
you've been to before?

No.

Is it correct
that you didn't realize

your son was abducted until
several hours after the fact?

Well, I... I...
there was no reason to believe

that there was anything wrong.

Ms. Irvine, where were you
when your son was taken?

I was at... I was at work.

And so was my husband.
My husband was at work as well.

Ms. Irvine, is it true
your firm is in debt?

What?

Your financial firm
is under audit.

Is that correct?

No, my... no, my firm
is under audit,

but it's... it's routine.
It's normal for...

for firms to carry debt
from year to year.

-Is that a yes?
-It's not a thing...

Did you contact
a publishing house

late last night?
-That's enough. That's enough.

What did you talk to
the publisher about?

Is it true, Ms. Irvine?

I was trying to get in touch
with one of their authors

who wrote a book
on missing persons cases,

and I wanted to ask his advice.

And couldn't
the current debt of your firm

be offset by what
you might stand to gain...

Do you have a book deal,
Ms. Irvine?

-Thank you all for coming.
-Uh...

How long has this kidnapping
been in the works?

When were you planning
on telling us the truth?

Mrs. Irvine,
is there trouble at home?

-Mrs. Irvine!
-Ms. Irvine!

Ms. Irvine!

What if he never comes home?

Thank you very much. Thank you.

He's my son!

It's private here.

I tried to keep it
from happening.

What? What from happening?

What?

A reporter found out
that you spoke to someone

at Random House,
and they started to run

with a rumor that you had...
-Uh, you knew...

And they started
to run with a rumor...

That was gonna happen?

That we had faked
the whole thing for money.

And a friend called
and told me it might...

it might be coming.
-Then why didn't you tell me?

Because I thought
I had it under control.

I called the reporter
and tried to pay him off,

you know, kill the story.

And I thought it would work.
And it... and it... it...

I was wrong. I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

Are you sleeping
with Carrie Finch?

I don't care. You can have her.

I just...
I just want my son back.

I just...
Peter, I want my son back.

Just give me my son back.
-I've never met that woman.

You had a conference
on the 25th.

You told me
you had a conference,

but there was no conference.

And Carrie Finch
had work off that day.

I've never met Carrie Finch, OK?

I've never...
I've never cheated on you.

I never would, not... not...
not in 100 years, OK?

There's no woman
that I've ever met

that even made me consider, Mar.

Never. Never.

Then where...
where were you on the 25th?

I drove downtown
to meet with a neurosurgeon

because I wanted to see if Brian

was eligible for
a spinal operation.

It's experimental.

The insurance
wasn't gonna cover it,

and I didn't want to talk
to you about the cost

until I knew more.
I prom... I swear to you.

I swear to you. There...

there's records
of me being there.

There's cameras, OK?

I mean, there's paperwork
and witnesses and the...

the surgeon I met with.

I was there for hours, OK?

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

I love you and Milo so much.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm gonna explode.

You are all that
I will ever want...

ever.

Please.

Hey.

Hey. OK.

OK.

I'm sorry.

You can go with them
if you want.

I'll wait for Peter.

-I'm good.
-Are you sure?

I'm OK.

OK.

You could have brought
your chair.

I know.

But if I can stand, I should.

Right?

Yeah.

-It's already everywhere...
-Yeah.

That they staged it. It's sick.

People just...
-Suck.

Can you provide us with
the name of the surgeon

you met with on the 25th?

Yeah,
she'll confirm I was there.

And I understand
why you didn't tell

your wife about the meeting...
you know, money issues.

Yeah, it would
have been expensive,

but, uh, you know, might have
brought back a little function,

so it's worth a try.

So I take it Brian's
not having the surgery?

No, no, he just wasn't
a good candidate unfortunately.

Well, how does Brian feel
about that?

He hates his wheelchair.
So do I, you know?

It's hard to see how people
look at him when he's in it.

So he walks with a crutch,
and that's painful.

So then he takes
these pain meds,

and they make him nauseous
and drowsy.

Yeah.

And that must really affect
his quality of life.

Yeah.

He has a job though.
-He does?

-Yeah, he works for me.
-He didn't mention that.

Yeah, I think
he's embarrassed, you know?

I pay him a lot,
considering he's a day trader.

He doesn't get a lot done.

And he lives on the property
so he can have,

you know, semi-independence.

And your sister,
she's an interior designer?

Uh, kind of.

Well, she told me
her last client

was a big renovation project.

That was us three years ago.

We hired her
to do Brian's studio.

Oh.

I cover our monthly expenses

and anything else
that might pop up.

OK, so you employ
and house your brother,

and you bankroll your sister.
Is this all family money?

Like, do you manage
an inheritance?

No, no, anything that
we have financially,

Mar and I built ourselves.

So everything you have,
you've worked for.

Yeah.

And every month,
you're giving it away.

Yeah, they're my family.

You said you cover
your sister's living expenses

and whatever else pops up.
-Mm-hmm.

What else pops up
when it comes to Lia?

My sister's unpredictable.

She's sweet, and she's fun.

And... and then there's a mess
to clean up, you know?

And I'm the one
who looks after her.

It's always been like that.

If I take my eyes off her
for even just a few seconds,

not good.

Brian was, uh,
not born disabled.

There was an accident,
and it was Lia's fault.

-Hey, I'm done here.
-How'd it go?

Peter Irvine has
an alibi for the 25th.

And I'm headed back
to the station.

If I were you, I'd come on
down to Vernon Hill.

-Got a good reason?
-Sure do.

We found Carrie Finch's
nanny car abandoned out here.

What are you thinking?

Well, I'm thinking Vernon Hills

is in the middle of nowhere.

It's the kind of place where
someone has to pick you up.

Carrie Finch
isn't working alone.

You don't have to
stay here with me.

I know.

Uh, can you...

I'm sorry. Can you answer this?

I don't know if it's a...
-Oh, yeah.

-If it's a prank call...
-Yeah.

-Again.
-Hello?

Hello, this is Jamie.

I'm a store manager
at Tammy's Sweet Shack.

I understand
you've been looking for

a mall cake
for your son's birthday

or something
that sounds like that

because that's what he wants.
-Um, uh...

Um, I'm not sure what flavor
he could be talking about,

but we do have
a marshmallow cake

that kids love. Could that work?

We're fine. Thank you.

Oh, if you're interested
in something...

Thank you.

Uh, it's his birthday
this Saturday.

He wanted a mall cake?

Yeah.

I didn't know what it meant.

It's a flavor, apparently.

Jacob has mall shakes.

He means malted.
They're malted milkshakes.

I just didn't correct him
because I thought it was cute.

But Carrie would
get them for him.

From where?

It's from this place by the park

that the kids go to.

It's called
Mo's Malted Milkshakes.

Did she buy one for Milo?

Um, I gave Carrie a card
to use when she was with Jacob.

Let me look.

A Tuesday
and the Tuesday before.

It's always Tuesday for $12.59.

$12.59 every time.

Uh, a regular size is $6.99,
and a kid's is $4.99.

That makes sense with tax.

But that would just be
buying them for herself

and for Jacob, not Milo.

Uh...

What time is Carrie's
last purchase on Tuesday?

3:33 p.m. Why?

Ana's credit card statement
for the card we gave her to use

with Milo, purchase at
Mo's Malted Milkshakes,

also last Tuesday,
also for $12.59 at 3:35 p.m.

Tuesday before 3:40?

-3:41.
-3:20?

Yeah, 3:21.

They stood in line together
every Tuesday

and bought the boys mall shakes.

Ana and Carrie were friends.

We begin this afternoon
with that heartbreaking story

of a missing child.

Milo Irvine was last seen
leaving his school

in the company of
a young woman who was known

to the victim, Carrie Finch.

The Irvine family

held a press conference
this afternoon.

However, what was intended
to be a solemn plea for help

quickly turned into
a media frenzy.

The press conference ended
abruptly when Marissa Irvine

seemingly lost her composure,
cursing at those

who had ambushed her
at what can only be described

as every mother's
worst nightmare.

He's my son!

The question
on everyone's mind is,

how could a child vanish

without leaving a single trace?

It's possible that the
person or people responsible

had been watching Milo

and his family's routine
for some time.

That's a terrifying
thought, John.

If this was a premeditated act,

it raises the possibility
that the abductor

is someone familiar
with the family.

We'll keep following
this story closely

and provide updates
as they become available.

Our thoughts remain
with Milo Irvine's family

during this
incredibly difficult time.

Stay with us.

Your hair looks different.

I know.

It's so fun to look different.

Maybe we should try with you.

My mom might get mad.

But I told you,
your mom trusts me.

Remember how
we practiced hiding?

Hi, I'm Louise.

I'm the co-owner
of the property.

Hi, I'm Marianne.
Lovely to meet you.

Usually I would
have been here when

you signed the contract,

but you came in on the 25th,
I think?

That's right.

Yeah, so I was flying back
from my vacation.

I'm sorry I wasn't
here to meet you.

You finding everything OK?
Settling in all right?

Absolutely. It's lovely.

Oh, God. Look at that.

You know, I hate
to gossip, but I...

I heard the parents staged it,
like, for a book deal.

Wow.

So this is all about money.

Mm.

Yeah, you know, I...

I just stopped by because
you wanted an extra key.

I'm expecting company.