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- See you tomorrow, Dale!

- Hey. Excuse me?

- Can I help you? - I was gonna ask you

the same thing. Would you, uh, like a ride home?

- I don't need a ride. Thank you for offering,

but I'm just two blocks away.

- Please go.

I don't need an escort home. - You're very pretty.

You know that, Jennifer?

- How do you know my...?

- And that was the last time anyone saw

poor 17-year-old Jennifer Lewis.

This week marks the 10th anniversary

of Ms. Lewis's disappearance,

and the case has still not been solved.

Although what you just witnessd was a re-enactment

with professional actors,

the real Jennifer Lewis is still a missing person

and anyone with any information about her whereabouts,

please inform the local authorities

or reach out to us here at Unsolved Crimes.

- Hey, honey.

- Ah, 7:30 and you're ready for bed, huh?

- Uh, yeah. I, uh, thought I'd call it an early night.

- Or another extended day?

- Paul, please don't start. I am not in the mood.

- Well...

maybe some Chinese will cheer you up.

- Got wonton soup.

- I could go for some soup.

- So, what's the crime tonight?

Murder? Robbery? Home invasion?

- Abduction. - Ooh, aliens.

- No, that's not funny!

Did you know that 546,568 people

went missing last year? And 54% of them are women.

- Well, I'm just glad you're not one of them.

All we need to worry about now

is getting you out of this depression.

- Just like that, huh?

Paul.

I lost my baby.

- Our baby.

Hey, we're in this together, remember?

For better or for worse.

Look, I'm here for you.

Always.

You're not alone.

- There's something wrong with me.

- No. Look, don't blame yourself.

You know, miscarriages happen.

It's no one's fault.

And we can try again.

And you heard the doctor, whenever you're ready.

Can we talk about something else, please?

- Well, I ran into Joyce today.

- Oh yeah? Anyone get hurt?

How fast were you going?

- Now there's the brat I married.

- So, what did Joyce have to say?

I bet she looked fantastic.

- Well, she wants you back on her team.

Rumour has it they're opening up a new design centre downtown

and she needs your eyes.

She said, "Iris has the best in the business."

- Well, you can tell her I'm still using them.

- Well, perhaps you could put them to good use.

Here.

- Oh, wow! Old school.

- Old school and state of the art.

One of the best.

Someone very skilled deserves it.

- I was an amateur photographer. - An amateur photographer

who now owns a professional camera.

And where that leads is up to you.

- Mm-hmm. Smile, jerk.

Okay, congratulations, Paul.

You got me out.

And it's snowing.

: Anna!

Anna?

Anna!

Has anybody seen my daughter?

Oh, geez! Don't do that.

You know, you frightened me!

- Hi, Joyce.

Yes, Paul told me that--

No, I am not ready to return yet.

Yes, I would love to be in charge of my own team again

and you will be the first to know when.

- No, I haven't thought about it.

Yeah, I swear!

Right, something architecturally striking.

Old but new. You got it.

Okay, Joyce. Thanks for calling.

I can't believe it.

She really got me thinking about it.

- Junior, stop that!

I am so sorry about that.

Junior's like that with all strangers.

- No, that's my fault.

I was distracted by the house next to yours.

- Oh, the Carnell house. Yeah, it's something, isn't it?

You here to see Robert? The owner.

- Uh, no. No, I'm just admiring his house.

I'm an architect.

- He's probably home if you wanna say hi.

- Oh, no.

No, it's getting late. I really should be going.

- Okay, take care.

Why are you doing that, huh?

- Hey, honey! How was your day?

- It was good.

We got the Madison account. - Hmm.

- Ah, you're dressed.

- Been dressed all day. - Yeah?

Are you going out? - I've been out. Take a look.

- Ah.

Wait, did you take all these? - Mm-hmm.

I talked to Joyce, and she got me thinking

about the design centre.

- Oh. Someone's going back to work?

- I told her I would think about it.

- Okay. Well, thinking is good.

Honey, these... these are incredible.

All right, I'm gonna wash up before dinner.

- Hmm.

Wait, is that a "he"?

- You say something?

- Come out here and look at this.

Am I crazy or does this...

does that say "Help"? - Huh.

I mean, third letter looks like a J.

- No, it's a backwards L.

Somebody wrote this on the inside of the glass.

- Babe, it's probably just some kid playing around.

- Or a kid not playing around.

- Where is this house anyways?

- I can't remember. I was just driving around.

It was maybe 20 minutes from here?

I could probably find it again.

- Look, babe, I highly doubt

this is as sinister as you think it is.

Watching countless hours of true crime shows

can affect your sense of paranoia.

- Hmm. - Hmm.

- Maybe you're right.

- Thank you.

Can we drop this?

- Sure, okay.

- Can I help you? - Uh, no, I'm so sorry.

I, uh... I was just, um...

- Interested in my house?

- Well, yes, actually.

Uh, uh... the architecture. I-I love the design.

- I see. You know, my neighbour said a young, attractive woman

was checking out my place yesterday.

That was you, I take it?

- Guilty as charged.

I'm sorry if I disturbed your wife and your kids.

- No, no, that's okay. I live alone.

I must have been out driving when you came by.

Do you, uh, live around here, Miss...?

- Uh, Peterson.

Juliet Peterson. - Hmm.

- You must be Robert Carnell.

- Have we met? - No.

No, your neighbour, she's quite friendly.

- Yes, Mrs. Norris.

Hard to keep a secret around her.

- Hmm.

- Speak of the devil!

- Oh, hey, you came back!

I was hoping you two would meet.

- Just leave those there, Mrs. Norris.

I'll pick 'em up later. - Oh, thank you, Robert.

Since she liked your house so much,

you should show her around inside.

- Oh, no. - I would be delighted to,

but I'm actually headed out.

- Uh, I have to go as well.

Maybe some other time.

- Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Peterson.

- What is it, dear?

- Uh...

- Is something wrong?

- N-No. I forgot that I have a conference call

and... at noon. I'm gonna be late.

I've gotta run.

I saw her, Paul.

- Oh, my... - I saw her in the window!

- Saw who? - A little girl!

She may be nine, no older than 10.

I-I mean I didn't get a great look at her, but she was there.

- Wait, hold on. Did you go back to that house?

What if someone saw you? - Someone did see me.

And I met him. Robert Carnell. - Oh, my...

- He told me that he lives alone, unmarried.

- You gotta be kidding me right now.

- So then, who is the girl in the window?

- Oh... this can't be happening right now.

- He lied to me, Paul. He lied to me.

Why lie to a perfect stranger?

- Yeah, why lie to a random woman

who's suspiciously taking photos of your house?

Hmm. Let me think about that one for a second.

- I mean, I wasn't giving off creepy vibes like he was.

Or his overly friendly neighbour.

I think she was trying to hook us up.

- Okay. Well, what did you guys talk about?

- Don't worry.

They don't know who I am. I gave them a fake name.

- Okay, so you lied to a perfect stranger.

- Go ahead. Be the voice of reason.

But I know that I saw someone in that house

that didn't wanna be there.

Wait, that's her. That's her!

- Dana Berman? Age eight.

- I think that's the girl I saw.

- Y-You think? - I'm pretty sure that's her!

- Okay, you're pretty sure.

- I may have only seen her for a moment,

but that could definitely be her!

- Well, you're definitely not going back to that house, so...

- No, I'm thinking about contacting the police!

Or maybe Unsolved Crimes. - Whoa, whoa.

- I don't think-- - Whoa, hey.

Let's just take a second and think this through, honey.

Look, accusing someone of a crime of this magnitude is...

is a serious accusation.

Now you have to be 100% certain

and right now, I don't think you are.

- Okay.

So you want me to go back and get proof.

- No, absolutely not.

- So...?

- Your NCIC report is incomplete, Mrs. Wilson.

- Oh, which one is that?

They've had me running from one department to another all day.

- The National Crime Information Center's Missing Person File.

You didn't specify if this is a non-family abduction,

family abduction, runaway child, throwaway.

- Wait, throwaway? - Or this is just a lost,

injured, or otherwise missing child

who disappeared due to unknown circumstances?

: I don't know.

She could fall under a few categories. I...

I didn't file the original report.

I just found her photo online.

- Because you say you saw her in a window outside of a home

at 104 Mulligan Street. - No, 106 Mulligan Street.

- And are you sure it was Dana Berman?

- I'm fairly certain. Um...

I only saw her briefly, but I took a photo of the window

the day before and this was scrawled across the glass.

- H-E-J-P?

- Well, I'm sure that's a backwards L.

- And did you see or hear anything else at this address

that struck you as suspicious?

- I mean, no, I had never been to that part of town

before two days ago. - And have you ever met

the owner of the home? - Not before yesterday.

- And did Mr. Carnell threaten you in any way?

- Uh... no. No, I mean, he was...

friendly, but there was

definitely something off about him.

And he specifically told me that he lived alone,

so then how do you explain that frightened girl

inside his house? - But did you see her

being physically abused? - Well, no.

Look, I have seen a lot of those true crime shows

and I am well aware of the horrible things

that happen in this world.

I mean, you must know better than anyone, Detective Clark.

- My wife thinks I'm married to my job more than her.

- My husband didn't want me to even file this report.

But I'm sure that a professional like yourself

would wanna follow up on every single possible lead.

- Well...

Thank you for coming forward.

I'll be sure to look into your story.

- Uh... hmm.

Soon, I hope.

- As soon as I can.

- Hey. I am so sorry.

The office today has been absolutely crazy.

There's a major case happening in Philadelphia

and Mr. Hemdale wants me to be the lead trial lawyer.

So tomorrow, I'm gonna have to...

- Sorry. Um... what I meant to ask

was how did it go with the police?

Did you file the report? - Yes.

And I don't think that Detective Clark could've cared any less.

I mean, he gave me the complete brushoff.

And by the time the police do anything

that little girl could be dead.

- Iris, I think you're slightly overreacting here.

- And I think everyone is underreacting.

Like, you care more about your job than what--

- Thank you. - Than what horrors

could be happening inside that house!

- Look. I care, honey, okay?

But can we order first? I gotta leave in 30 minutes.

- Oh, maybe you can eat at a time like this,

but I certainly have no appetite.

Please, go ahead. Enjoy your meal.

I'll see you later. Maybe.

- Okay, what's that...?

Great.

: Please don't do anything stupid, Iris.

- Yes?

- Good evening. Detective Stefan Clark.

Are you the owner of the residence?

- Yes. - Mr. Robert Carnell?

- Yes, that's me. Is there a problem, Detective?

- Just a few questions.

Do you mind if we step inside for a minute?

- Do you have a warrant?

- Do I need one?

- I don't know. What is this concerning if I may ask?

- Just responding to a complaint from a person

who saw suspicious activity coming from your house.

- My house? Are you referring

to that strange lady with the camera? Juliet?

Juliet Peterson? - Peterson?

- Yeah, I believe that's what she called herself.

- Do you live alone, Mr. Carnell?

- Yes, I do.

- Because our witness claims she saw a young girl

in the upstairs window of your house.

- Ah, she could've spotted Beatrice.

It's my cleaning woman. Comes by once a week.

- Is Beatrice working here today?

- I'm afraid not.

Maybe she saw... just wait here.

- Clark speaking.

- What? Her uncle?

Send me the address. I'm heading there now.

- Perhaps she saw this in the window.

My mother used to collect these dolls

before she passed away years ago.

- Thank you, Mr. Carnell. Sorry for disturbing you.

Have a good evening. - You too.

Glad I was able to put your mind at ease.

Someone has been very, very naughty.

- Iris, are you here?

- Yes.

You're afraid I wouldn't be?

- Well, after that scene you made this afternoon...

- Well, I thought about it.

But right after I left the café, the police called.

They said they wanna speak to me again

and to make myself available, so I came back here.

So, maybe I'm not as crazy as you thought, huh?

- I never said you were crazy. - And yet, you're home early.

- Yeah, 'cause I'm concerned. Is that a bad thing?

Plus, George insisted I get ready for Philadelphia tomorrow.

- Oh, right, your trip.

Yes?

I'm here with my husband, Paul. - Hello, Detective.

- Well, we have good news.

We located Dana Berman. The girl's safe and sound.

The girl was clear across town. Her uncle had her.

Something to do with a custody hearing.

Mr. Carnell had no involvement whatsoever.

Now, Mrs. Wilson, are you aware

that filing a false report is a criminal offence?

- T-That's not what I was-- - Look, Detective,

my wife might have made a mistake,

but she's absolutely certain that she saw what she--

- I did see a girl in that house!

- Mr. Carnell has a collection of plastic dolls in his house.

- I know the difference between a girl and a doll.

- You stated that you only

briefly saw her in the upper window.

- Yes, but a doll can't write help on a dirty window, can it?

- Look, I believe you think you saw something,

but we ran a check on Mr. Carnell. He's clean.

No record.

The man is an upstanding citizn according to our files.

- Um, hello, Detective.

Uh, thanks again for letting us know.

Yeah, my wife just left.

Yeah, she's, um... she's going through a lot right now.

Yeah, we recently lost our baby about a month ago.

So, um, yes, thank you again.

We're just glad that this case had a happy ending.

Iris, do you wanna say goodbye to Detective Clark?

- Goodbye.

- Good evening, Detective.

You know you're always welcome to join me.

- Work for you, vacation for me?

- Something like that.

I do have my evenings off.

- I'll be fine while you're away. It's okay.

- Look, I'll be gone for two weeks,

and I don't like the idea of you being here by yourself.

- I do.

- Look, I don't understand why you're so upset

about the little girl. She's fine.

- No, I'm happy about the girl. This has nothing to do with her.

- Okay, then, what's wrong?

Oh, my cab's here.

- You have a nice flight.

- Look, he can wait. I'm not leaving until you talk to me.

- Paul....

this is a me thing. Okay?

This is something I have to figure out on my own.

So just... go.

Look, by the time you get back, it'll all be better. Trust me?

- You know I do. And I love you.

- You know when you mean it, you don't have to say it.

- Can't you say it and mean it?

- What do you want?

- I'm sorry. I didn't think anyone was home.

- So, were you planning to break in?

- Actually, I came by to apologize

for any inconvenience you would have had with the police.

- So, you were the one who contacted the authorities,

Ms. Peterson?

- Peterson isn't my real name.

- Nor Juliet?

- It's Iris. - Huh.

Like the beautiful flower.

And some say it stands for hope, wisdom, and trust.

- I like that. Thank you.

So, does that mean no hard feelings?

- No, you just thought someone was in danger

and were trying to do the right thing. No?

Concerned bystander. - Yes, exactly.

I wasn't aware about your uh... dolls.

- Oh yes. Yeah. As I told the detective,

my mother used to collect them. - Hmm.

You know, I'd love to see

the one I thought was a little girl.

- Yeah, no problem.

Would you like to come inside for a minute?

- Well, I don't wanna make you late for work.

- Well, the nice thing about driving for a living is

I get to make my own hours.

I see you still have

your doubts about me. That's okay.

I'll go get it and bring it out to you. One sec.

- Uh, Mr. Carnell, that's okay! I'll see it some other time.

Mr. Carnell?

- Quite lifelike, isn't she?

- Yes.

- You know, don't you?

- Excuse me?

: No!

W-Where... where am I?

- Hi. - Your new home.

- We're your welcoming committee.

- It's freezing. - Um...

gets a little warmer during the summers.

- How long have you been here?

- We're currently being punished for May's behaviour.

- It's not May's fault. She was just trying to help.

- How many of you are there here?

- Four now. Including you.

- What? What?

- Don't bother, honey. You're just gonna hurt yourself.

- Robert doesn't like it when we bleed.

He hates messes.

Cleanliness is next to god-- - Where is he?

- Out. He usually only chains us up when he goes out.

- Or when someone's been naughty!

- Shut... - Like your daughter.

- ...up, Carol. Shut up.

- Daughter?

You have a daughter?

How old is she?

- She just turned eight last week.

- She's currently in isolation upstairs

where at least it's... warmer.

I have a feeling that you're gonna have a hard time

learning the rules around here.

- I won't be staying to learn any rules.

Wait... my purse. Where's my purse?

Have either of you seen it? It's, um, it's about this big.

It's... it's brown. It has my phone, my wallet, and uh--

- Honey. He has it.

We are not allowed access to phones

or anything else connected to the outside world.

- Listen, if you can help me get to my purse,

I can get us out of here. I'm parked across the street.

- Not anymore.

- Who are you?

How long have you been here for?

- I'm Carol.

Carol Daniels.

As for time... I can't really say.

I met Robert about 11 winters ago.

- He grabbed me about a year later.

My name is Jennifer. Jennifer Lewis.

- Wait, Jennifer Lewis.

- Mm-hmm.

- I know that name. - What?

- Unsolved Crimes did a report about you

for their 10th anniversary special.

Oh, my God, you're Jennifer Lewis. You're alive!

- What?!

- You hear that, Jen? You're famous.

- Were you pregnant when he abducted you?

Wait that means that Robert Carnell--

- Yep.

We're all one big happy family around here.

And we take care of one another.

- Yeah. When I heard you upstairs,

I tried to knock over this shelf and make noise and scream.

I'm so sorry you didn't get away.

- There's no use for an apology. She's here.

Let's get used to it.

- Get used to it?

Absolutely not.

I'm getting out of here.

We're all getting out of here.

- You're a fighter, huh?

Yeah, I used to...

I used to be a fighter, too.

- Me too.

- My cell.

That's my ringtone!

I can't get to the phone right now,

but I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

- Hey, honey. I, uh... I've been texting you,

but I haven't got any responses.

I'm guessing you're out or in a dead zone or something.

Uh, anyways,

I just got into Philadelphia.

If you could uh, call me back, it'd be very appreciated.

All right, love you. Bye.

- Strawberry yogurt and chips. - Ooh!

Ooh, pizza.

- Soda.

- The master's home.

- Hi, Mrs. Norris.

- Have a good night! - Night.

: So now what?

- Um, there's usually a schedule.

One of us gets elected to, uh, help prepare dinner.

- Depends on his appetite.

The good news is that whether

it's the kitchen or the living room,

it's warm up there, so that's a plus in my books.

- And it beats freezing. Barely.

- What if you don't feel like... cooking?

- I guess you'll find out.

- "Going to bed. I hope you're not still mad."

This is good.

- Unchain yourself.

Give the keys to Carol and come upstairs.

I'll be waiting for you.

- I would do what he wants.

Just do it.

- Good luck.

- You wanna take a bet we never see her again?

- Iris.

Please join me. Have a seat.

I prefer...

...not having to repeat myself.

Sit.

- So, now what?

- Well, this unfortunately is a necessary evil

until I know I can trust you, Iris.

Until then, our relationship is questionable.

- Relationship? We don't have--

: Oh, come on!

I know this may be moving fast,

but you can't deny what occurred between us the other day.

I felt it. The attraction.

The vibe.

- Mr. Carnell, I was not trying to--

- Of course you were! - Hmm.

- You came to me. Three times!

God...

Maybe you're different from the others.

I had to pursue them.

But you?

I've never been with someone so forward.

See...

we need to be straightforward with each other

if this is going to work.

- You're right, Robert.

I'm not like those other women downstairs.

- No.

- I have a job.

I have a husband, Paul.

- And how long have you and Paul been having problems?

See, I used Face Unlock while you were sleeping.

"Are you still mad?"

"I'm sorry." "Don't mean to bug you."

- He's just worried about me. - No! It's more than that!

Hey...

you tell me the truth or this ends now.

- I had a miscarriage. I, uh...

it hasn't been easy for either of us.

- Thank you, Iris.

You know most men don't know what that kind of loss

is like to a mother?

Carol and Jen have both had

their share over the years. Yeah.

Look...

I can help you.

But you have to trust me.

I can't share you with another man.

That's not how this family works.

- Okay.

Let's try. - Oh.

- Let's try to make it work.

- I was so hoping you would say that.

- Tell Paul you're finished with him.

Call him.

"Just rip off the Band-Aid," as my mother used to say.

- No, it went straight to voicemail.

- Good. Leave a message.

Just tell him that it's over, you want to move on and...

it's best this way.

- Uh, Paul...

It's Iris.

I...

I've decided that since we lost our little baby Dana,

I just can't live like this anymore.

It's over between us.

I've moved on.

Goodbye.

Have a nice life.

- Good.

You had a rough day.

I'll let you get a good night's rest.

Everyone gets their own room when they behave.

Of course, I have to lock you in at night,

but... that goes for everyone.

Sleep well, Iris.

- No!

: No!

- Hey, honey. I, um...

I got your message.

Look, I am... I'm so, so sorry about how we left things.

And um... look, I-I will fix everything when I'm back, okay?

And call me as soon as you can, okay?

We can fix this. I know it.

Just please believe me.

Okay.

: Okay...

Okay.

- No, don't hurt me, please! I was only doing

what I was told. - Oh, I'm so sorry!

I thought you were someone else. I...

I was just trying to surprise him.

- I-I came to get you for breakfast.

- Oh.

So, you must be May.

You're the little girl that I saw in the window.

- I'm sorry. I just thought you might be able to help us

since Father doesn't let...

- Where is your dad now?

: In the kitchen with Mama.

He usually oversees the meals while they're being cooked.

: And Carol?

- I think she's setting the table.

That's usually my job, but Father switched us

since you're here now. A new guest.

And just so you know,

he really doesn't like surprises.

- Well... hmm.

Just between you and me,

I'm full of them.

My name is Iris, and I came here to help.

- How can you help?

- Wouldn't you like to go outside and play?

- No.

- Is that why you wrote "Help" on the window?

- No. It was for Mama.

After my birthday last week,

she was in the master bedroom with Daddy,

and I could hear her crying through the wall.

I wasn't trying to be bad 'cause when I am,

he punishes Mama and Aunt Carol.

- Do any other people live here?

- Were there others before?

- We don't talk about them. You should go down now.

: Two scoops, Carol. Thank you.

Perfect timing.

Please, Iris, join us.

Hope you have an appetite this morning.

Jen made her specialty.

She's just in the kitchen making me some coffee.

You a coffee drinker?

- On occasion.

- Well, if you're good, you can have some.

Please, sit.

Did you sleep well?

- Does anyone sleep well in this house?

- Carol, our new family member asked a question.

You know the rules on how we treat our family.

- I sleep like a baby.

- There you have it.

- You know, babies are up all hours of the night, crying.

It's a strange expression.

- That kinda attitude is not appreciated

in this household, Iris.

- Then perhaps I should leave.

- I knew you were gonna be trouble.

- Are you crazy? What are you doing?

- I tried to use the carrot.

I guess you prefer the stick.

- Sorry. Just relax.

- I don't think anything's broken,

but you might have some bruised ribs.

You got off easy.

- If that's easy, I don't wanna know what hard is.

- No, you don't.

- Where are the others?

- May is upstairs cleaning.

Carol is in the master bedroom getting rewarded.

She can have him. - Rewarded?

For ruining my escape.

- There is no way out.

- I don't get any of this.

- If you obey, you'll be okay.

It's very simple.

- And none of this is okay.

Do you and Carol actually like being slaves?

- No. Of course not.

But if I try anything, he will punish my daughter.

If one disobeys, we all suffer

and I'm not gonna do anything to jeopardize

May's safety, ever.

- Hmm.

But she broke the rules to help you.

- May is eight years old.

She has never been outside of this... house.

I have tried to educate her through books

and behaviour to... to try and adapt

to this... unnatural existence.

And she's getting older.

I was an early bloomer.

I hit puberty at nine.

Some girls get it as early as eight

and the thought that...

that May... that her whole life

when she matures with Robert as her only male role model...

What he might do...

Mm. Mm-mm.

- What about Carol?

She's just accepted this?

- She fought him for a while. Just like you.

But now I think she thinks of him as... our provider.

- That's called Stockholm syndrome.

It's a coping mechanism for prisoners.

They develop positive emotions for their abusers over time.

It's a very unhealthy relationship.

All of this is.

- At least we're still alive.

- That's right, it's over. We won.

Yeah, upon cross-examination they admitted

that the key document was falsified

and decided to change their plea.

I'll put Jackson on it to wrap up the final settlement

and I'll be on the first flight home.

Thanks, George.

Um, no, I-I haven't heard anything,

which is why I'm heading back.

Yeah, I'll be sure to let you know.

All right, bye.

- What are you looking for?

- Something to defend myself with in case

Robert decides to... reward me.

- Can you tell me what that is?

- Let's see here.

This? - Yeah.

- Oh. Oh.

Go, go, go. Hide, go now.

: Are you okay?

- Sure. Robert gets rough sometimes,

but I can handle it.

- Why?

- Because I'm his favourite.

- Carol, can't you see what he's doing to you?

To all of you.

It's a... it's a form of brainwashing.

This is not normal. It's sick.

- Save your breath, new girl. You're giving me a headache.

- I thought we had an understanding.

- I'm understanding better now.

- Good, because I'm prepared

to give you another chance in the kitchen.

We're having steak tonight.

- I hope you know how to cook.

- Iris?

I'm home!

: Uh, Paul...

It's Iris.

I...

I've decided that since we lost our little baby Dana,

I just can't live like this anymore.

It's over between us.

I have moved on.

Goodbye. Have a nice life.

- I like my meat rare, so please, don't overcook it.

- Robert, is this a test?

The open door.

Giving me a frying pan.

- You need a pan to cook,

and this stove tends to make the kitchen smoky

if it's not aired out.

But I really would not recommend another escape attempt.

You wouldn't be the only one to suffer next time.

This house got quite lonely before Carol and Jennifer.

A home this size really needs a family.

And children. Don't you think?

You see...

Jen can't have any more children.

Her pregnancy was difficult.

We almost lost little May during the delivery.

Carol luckily resuscitated her.

And Carol, well...

she's had some miscarriages, like you.

To be honest, I wasn't ready for children back then,

so those miscarriages were not unexpected.

I made sure of that.

But now she can't have children either.

So, what about you, Iris?

Are you ready to try again?

- Someone is very popular tonight.

- It's not my phone, it's yours.

"We need to talk. Where are you? I'm sorry."

Blah, blah, blah. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

Why won't he leave us alone?

- We've been married for six years.

We have to think of it from his point of view.

He gets a message that I'm leaving him.

He comes home to find me gone, but all of my possessions,

all of my clothes are still in the house?

Why would I leave everything behind?

- You wanted a clean start.

- Would you buy that?

- Careful, you're burning the steak!

May, put away the dolls.

Make sure all the shades are drawn

and come join me in the kitchen.

Go join the others in the basement.

Tell them dinner's been cancelled.

: It's over between us.

I have moved on. Goodbye.

Have a nice life.

- And you were surprised that when you came home,

your wife wasn't there?

- Well, she didn't bring anything with her.

Well, she left her clothes, her photos. Her laptop.

- What about her car?

- Well, yeah, that's gone.

- Look.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson,

but I can't call this a missing person's case.

It seems like your wife left you.

And to be honest with you,

it happens to the best of us, okay?

Luckily, mine came back after a week.

- What about the voice? - What voice?

- Here. It's hard to hear,

but if you listen carefully between the pause

where she says, "It's over" and "I've moved on."

- It's over between us. : I've moved on.

- There! - Sounds like a man.

- Exactly!

Look, I think that he said, "I moved on,"

and she repeated it. - And what does that mean?

- It means that someone told her what to say.

Listen to the tone of her voice.

She's... she's obviously upset.

- Isn't that to be expected?

- Yeah, but... this is not an angry upset.

She's... she's scared, she's nervous.

Look, I know my wife.

Look, I spoke to her friends, I spoke to her family.

No one has seen her in three days.

I've called, left messages, texts. Nothing.

- She may just be avoiding you.

- There's something else.

Remember when she said, "Our baby Dana"?

We never discussed naming our baby Dana.

Why would she say that? It's weird.

- Dana was the name of the missing girl

your wife thought she saw in the window.

- That's right. I think that this is some type of clue.

I think she's trying to tell me something.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Nothing.

It's just an old camera I found.

I used to be an amateur photographer.

- Give that back to me!

- Don't worry. There's no film left in it.

Just the flash works.

- Get back to sleep.

Or I'll tell Robert tomorrow that you kept us up all night

and then you will really be sorry.

And I won't sleep in this freezing cellar again.

- You looking for Mr. Carnell?

- Yes. It's official police business. Is he home?

- Usually.

- Officer Clark?

- Detective.

- Detective, right.

I hope another little girl hasn't gone missing.

- Do you remember the lady who was taking photos

of your house last week? - Yes. Miss...

uh... ah, it was Miss something. Peters?

- Wilson, actually. - Wilson.

- Mrs. Iris Wilson. - Hmm.

- Did she come back here?

- No, I don't believe so.

If she did, I didn't see her.

- Say, you wouldn't mind if I came inside,

took a look around, would you?

- Sorry, I was just running out the door.

You know? Work.

- Right. - Yeah.

- That your Town Car?

- Uh-huh. Always on call.

Life of a driver.

- Well, if you happen to see Mrs. Wilson, let me know.

Her husband's worried about her.

- Absolutely.

- Take care.

- You too, Detective.

- Everyone get moving!

Jen, unlock yourself and Iris.

I want you all quiet as a mouse today.

Nobody speaks unless I tell you to. Understand?

Jen, I want you and May to make breakfast.

She's already in the kitchen.

And Iris, come join me in the living room.

I figured out what to do about that husband of yours.

- And...

what about me, Robbie?

- You can stay down here until breakfast is ready.

Keys!

Let's go!

- Why didn't you tell him about the camera?

- Because I'm hoping you try and escape again

and next time he really punishes you.

- You sure, Joyce? Not a word?

Since when?

Yeah. Yeah, me neither.

- Wait, I'm just getting a call right now.

Yeah, I'll let you know. Okay, thanks. Bye.

Hello? - Is this Paul Wilson?

- Yes. Who is this? - You don't know me,

but I have some information about your wife.

Meet me at the Wallflower Café on Riverside and Scott Street

at 1 if you wanna hear more. Come alone.

- Wait, who the hell-- - No police.

Hi.

I just spoke to Paul

and set up a meeting with him at 1.

- Will I be joining you?

- No.

It'll just be him and me.

- How are you, honey?

I feel like I haven't seen you in days.

How's your room upstairs? Warm?

- I'm okay.

I had a nice talk with the new lady.

She says it's not right for Father

to keep us locked up in here all the time.

- She's still learning the rules, honey.

Never mind what she says, okay?

- But she wants to help us, Mama.

- May, listen to me.

She's going to get herself killed and us with her

if we're not careful. Okay?

We're gonna be okay. We just have to look out

for each other and obey the rules. Okay?

- Did you call me up here just to tell me

about your meeting with Paul?

- I need you.

I need you to write something down for me.

Sit down.

: Okay.

I need you to write a letter.

Write down exactly what I tell you to.

No deviations.

It's your personal goodbye letter.

"Dear Paul..."

- I need you to understand, baby.

Everything I do here, I do to protect you.

I love you more than life itself.

You know that, right?

And if anything ever happened to you,

I don't know that I could ever forgive myself.

- I'm okay. I just want you to feel better.

You always look so sad.

- I know.

I'm... I'm trying to be happy.

I-I just...

I'm afraid. - Of what?

- You would tell me if Robert, if... if your father

ever hurt you or made you feel uncomfortable in any way, ever.

- Yes, Mama.

- Oh no.

- Good. "Goodbye forever."

Sign your name.

- Is something on fire?

- All right. Come over here.

- What the hell do you two think you're doing in here?

- So sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

It was... it was all my fault. I wasn't paying attention--

- If nobody can cook anymore, then nobody eats.

Get back in the basement now!

Go!

And you clean up this mess.

- What did he do to you?

- She forgot how to make toast. So everyone starves.

Everyone, behave yourselves

or all privileges revoked for a week!

Nobody will leave this basement! You understand?

- What are you gonna say to Paul?

- I'm not gonna say anything.

: May! It's clean enough!

Up to your room! Now!

- Does he usually lock May in her room?

- Usually. - Always.

When he goes out.

Robert's not stupid, you know.

- No.

But everyone makes mistakes.

: There's no use. You can't get out.

We can't leave!

- Has anyone ever really tried?

: What are you doing?

- I'm picking the lock.

You can learn a lot about breaking and entering

from those true crime shows. Ugh.

I got it!

- What? - No.

No! No!

- We can't leave without permission.

- You wanna bet? Come on!

- It's... it's too dangerous! : Come on, Jennifer!

Please. This is our chance.

Think of your daughter!

- Yes, think about what he's gonna do to her.

When he finds you upstairs, he will kill her.

He is capable of that, Jennifer.

- Shut up, Carol! Shut up!

Before I shut you up. - Yeah, just try!

- Please, Jennifer. Come on!

We'll just...

we'll go get May and we'll find a way out of this hell house.

- You're crazy!

You're crazy. 'Cause we... we have it good here.

You will not mess this up for me.

I won't let you! Either of you!

- Carol, you have to remember

what life was like before Robert.

You had a family, friends, a boyfriend.

Remember?

Robert stole all of that from you

and he made you a prisoner.

- Please, Carol.

He's tortured us for years. : No.

No, it's just a sign of affection.

- It's not.

It's really not.

- Can you get us out of this house?

- With the help of your daughter, I think so.

- No.

- You'll be sorry!

- Hello, Detective Clark? It's Paul Wilson again.

I, um, received a call regarding my wife earlier.

I couldn't recognize the voice, so...

Yeah, but he asked me to meet him at 1

and he didn't show up.

Yeah, the number was unlisted so I...

Yeah. Yeah, I can meet you right away.

Okay, yeah, I'll be there in 10.

: May! May, where are you?

- In here.

What are you doing?

- Have you ever heard of a man named Houdini?

- No.

- He was an escape artist

who specialized in picking locks.

Whoever said the pen

was mightier than the sword was right!

Come on. Let's go get your mama.

Okay.

- What's happening, Mama? - We're trying to leave, honey.

- But we need your help.

All of the doors in and out of this house are double bolted.

That means I can't pick those locks.

And all of the windows are barred.

If I could get one of them loose...

Maybe...

Okay.

- You see, she can't get through

and I can't get through, but we think that you can.

- But I can't leave you. - May.

You can save all of us.

And then your mother will never be beaten again.

- Look, if you do what she says,

we will all be safe, forever.

And back together in no time, okay?

You can do this, my sweet. I know that you can.

We don't have much time, okay? Hold on a minute.

- What is the neighbour's name? What is the neighbour's name?

Norris.

You are going to take this envelope.

You're gonna crawl through.

You are gonna go next door to the neighbour.

You're gonna go to Mrs. Norris and you're gonna tell her

to call the police.

And then you're gonna give her this envelope.

You're gonna show her these pictures

and then she'll believe you. And when the police arrive,

you tell them where we are. Okay?

Okay? - But I can't go outside.

Father said. - No, no, no, no. Look.

We don't have to listen to him anymore, sweetheart.

Okay? It's okay to be scared.

I'm scared, too.

But we are doing this together. Okay?

Just run and don't look back. That's it. Run.

- Mrs. Norris is really nice. You'll see.

- I love you so much, my brave girl.

You can do this. You can do this. Okay?

Okay. Okay.

- Hello.

: Junior!

Junior? Down.

Leave the little girl alone.

Oh, my poor...

Where did you come from?

- I came for... I need help. - Where are your parents?

Are you alone?

Come inside, I'll help you.

- Hi. Um, I'm here to see Detective Clark.

- He called you on your cell?! - Yeah.

- Give it to me. Quick!

- Look, the call came from an unlisted number

so I couldn't trace it. - Yeah, you can't.

There's a government service that works like star 69

for tracing phone calls. Why didn't you call me

the second after he called you?! - He told me

not to call the police.

- Of course he did. Hang on. This'll take a minute.

- Okay, honey. Junior's not gonna bother you.

Now, who are you and where did you come from?

- Call the police. - Are you looking to get home?

- I can't go home. My mama needs help.

- Where's your mother?

- No, that's where Mr. Carnell lives.

You must be confused.

Did you lose something?

- Pictures. I had pictures.

- Son of a bitch. I know that address.

I was there this morning. - Where?

- Robert Carnell's residence.

Where your wife said she saw the girl. Dana!

- That's why she put her name in the message.

She was trying to tell me where she is.

- I'll get a search warrant.

We have to follow police procedure.

- You do. Well, I don't. - Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Wait! Damn it!

- What are you looking for? - The cord.

It's not here. He must have taken it with him.

- He's back! He's back! What do we do?

- Back into the basement before he sees us.

- Hey! How did you two get out of the basement?

- Can't keep a good girl down.

Ah!

- He's killing my mama!

- Calm down, honey. Stay here. Let me see what's going on.

- Call the police. He's gonna kill them.

- What's this?

- Where were these taken?

- Oh, my goodness. Get in the house while I call 911.

- Where's May?

Last time I'm asking! Where is she?!

- It's okay, May! You can come out now!

Our game of hide and seek is over!

- Your daughter's dead when I find her.

- Yes! Kill them!

Kill them both! Kill them all!

- Never harm any of us ever again!

- Not this time!

No!

Don't!

No!

- Iris! - Stay back, Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson, stay back! Stay back!

- May? May?

Have you seen my daughter? May!

- What took you so long?

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