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You do your old man a favor and carry on. Oh, is this the development on the

waterfront? No, actually.

It's an addition to the new senior citizen center. That's great.

Daddy. Yes.

I need to talk to you about taking driver's ed next semester.

Oh, you're bad.

You're trying to do an end run around your mother.

Dad. You're changing the subject. Well, I'm trying.

Well, you're not going to get away with it.

Daddy, could you please stop, darling? I mean, what's the big deal about me

getting my license anyway? We went through this last year.

Has it ever occurred to you, my darling daughter, that I may actually agree with

you, mother?

You're joking, right?

I will see what I can do. I heard that.

You gave in, didn't you? Oh, now, don't you think I know which side my bread is

buttered on? Mom, it doesn't make any sense. Aside from Sarah Charlotte, I am

the only one in my homeroom who doesn't have a license yet.

I have an awful lot of work.

You traitor!

Dad! Howard!

I thought that taking safe driving would make you happy.

I just don't understand what the big rush is.

I mean, you have so much on your plate right now. You've got your school,

got your music, and what about that tennis camp you want to go to this

Mom, I am not a kid anymore. I know how to manage my time.

I guess I'm also concerned your grades might suffer.

Learning how to drive does not interfere with your grades, Mom.

We'll see.

So I thought we'd do some shopping on the weekend.

Spend some money, buy some shoes, you know.

I thought you were tapped.

Well, I was, but Dad came by last night, and you know how he is.

If giving him money makes him feel better about leaving us with a

who am I to object, right? Sure, why not? I could always use a new pair of

shoes. Oh, I almost forgot he was coming with me tomorrow.

We're going to take driver's ed next semester. We'll need our permit. My mom

won't let me take driver's ed.

No? No, she thinks my grades will suffer.

Oh, you're going to keep working on it, right?

Actually, I've moved on to dad. He's usually easier.

Well, you better hurry because that class fills up pretty quick.

Hi, guys.

Hey. Hey, what's up, guys? Ooh, nice skirt.

Great bologna and relish.

Thank you for my BLT.

Who made it, you or your mother?

My mom.

I'll even share my orange juice. Let's not overdo this.

I gotta dare you being nice.

Really? His whining was ruining my appetite.

Oh, look. There's your boy next door.

Some guys are just too good looking.

He's with his mouth open.

Like that would stop you from sticking your tongue in if you had the chance.

I dare.

I can't believe it. There's guys at this table.

What do you do about milk? Do you use water to get it out? Yeah, that's fine.

How is anyone supposed to recognize a three -year -old kidnapped 13 years ago?

My mom says none of those milk carton kids are ever really kidnapped.

They're just kids of divorce.

You know, one parent gets mad, takes the kid, doesn't tell the other parent.

Don't tell me sport adjustment is ditching school, too.

Well, come on, then.

You know, this might sound kind of stupid considering where it's coming

but you really shouldn't be cutting school.

Once or twice a year, it's okay.

But any more than that, it kind of gets in your blood.

Next thing you know, taking the whole year over again.

So let's put the milk carton.

That's a social science project.

Hey, Mom. Hi.

Hi. Hi.

How was school?

Fine.

You'll ruin your supper that way.

You sound like my mother.

Well, considering how long I've known you, I think I have the right to a few

maternal feelings.

Reeve, you want to go put the laundry in the dryer, please?

Do I want to?

Maybe I should rephrase that.

Mrs.

Shields.

Do you remember how old I was when I moved here? Of course I do.

You had to have been the cutest little button of a three -year -old. All those

freckles and that mop of red hair.

What were my parents like then?

Well, like they are now, I guess.

No, actually, I think they were a little more strict back then.

What do you mean?

Well, I think older parents tend to be a little more cautious with their

children. Your mom and dad knew where you were every minute of the day.

Of course, that young, you have to watch your kids. But even playing out in your

own backyard or over here with Reed, your mother was always right out there

you, keeping watch. You're running out of room here.

Yeah, almost.

Reed, what's your earliest memory?

I mean, how young were you?

Well, I guess I would have been about two years old.

I remember being really cold because my sister Lizzy locked me out of the house.

And I didn't have any clothes on.

What happened?

The usual.

Lizzy told Mom I ran away.

I got in trouble, and she got a cookie for finding me.

You don't like your sister much, do you?

She's okay.

I always like her more when she's away at school, though.

She comes home tomorrow, you know?

I thought she had that big bar exam coming up.

Uh, yeah, well...

You already took that.

I'm coming home to wait for the results.

What?

I'm just trying to figure out who I look like.

Which features I got from which parent.

Now you got your eyes from your dad.

And your ears, unfortunately, from me.

But you're both so tall.

You got your height from your grandmother.

My mom was barely five feet tall.

As she grew older, she seemed to shrink.

One minute she was at my shoulder, and the next she was at my waist.

How come there are no baby pictures of me?

Well, that's because we didn't get around to buying a camera until you

what, three, four years old?

Well, you could have taken me to one of those baby studios.

We kept meaning to, but we just never got around to it.

Of course, I'm sorry. Now I could kick myself for it.

up some Chinese on the way home.

All right.

I'll drop you.

Hi. How was school?

Mom, I need my birth certificate.

What do you want it for?

I'm going for my learner's permit. I need it for that.

I thought we already discussed that.

Can I at least see it?

I don't think I've ever seen it before.

That's because it's with the other important papers in the safety deposit

Well, let's go get it.

Can you see that I'm busy?

I've got another ESL student coming in an hour, and I've got to prepare the

lesson. Then we'll go tomorrow.

The banks are closed on Saturday. Okay, we'll go Monday.

We'll go when I'm ready to go.

Now look, I've got to get this lesson ready.

Just leave me alone, okay?

You could at least taste the souvlaki.

What's your favorite?

Souvlaki. Coco van. What I'd really like right now is a chocolate milkshake and

a hamburger just like everyone else.

Are you getting pleasure out of this? What?

Hurting your mother like this.

No, no, no. You volunteer at the hospital all day long and you come home

cook a beautiful meal and all you can do is moan.

You know, there are a lot of kids out there right now having macaroni and

cheese. Wish I was.

You may be a teenager, but you're pushing the envelope a little too far.

I'm sorry.

I think she's still angry with me about the birth certificate.

She asked for it again this morning.

I hope I haven't made a mistake.

Why have you been so hostile lately?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Well, I suggest you figure it out.

This is an ugly mood you're in, and I want you to get rid of it because it's

getting old real fast.

And don't you ever hurt your mother like that again.

No, she's not my mother.

Hey, girl, what's up?

Can I trace a 1 -800 call?

And who'd trace it?

Um, whoever.

If you call a 1 -800 number and you don't say anything, can they find out

you called from?

I don't know.

Probably.

Why do you want to know?

Oh, my God.

Reed Shields and Jessica?

Does that girl get around or what?

I think she's dated after school.

No.

He's not the most intelligent guy in the world.

But Jessica?

I'm saddened to say that Reeves' guilt has definitely gone down in my

estimation.

What are you doing here?

I thought you'd be out on a date with Jessica or something.

Well, you thought wrong. Didn't you squirt?

You know, I'm getting really sick of that stupid nickname.

Sorry.

I think it's funny.

Wait.

Wait, this isn't turning out like I wanted it to.

Okay, here goes.

Jenny?

You've done like my little sister.

Well, I'm not, Reeve. Yeah, well, I found that out, didn't I?

But in the leaves the other day.

And then afterwards.

I know I was ignoring you.

But you're growing up just kind of snuck up on me, you know?

It's going to take a little getting used to.

I like you, Jeannie.

Let's just take it day by day.

Okay.

Remember when we were little, how you were always talking about getting

having two kids, and buying them shoes?

A little boy and a little girl.

And I don't know why shoes.

Oh, you have a closet full of them. You must have some sort of a shoe fetish or

something. Mom, let's find a restroom. I gotta go.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe I should go back and get those white pumps.

I mean, I like them and all that. It's just that they're so, well, white.

Of course, what I really want is to go back...

you. The cheerleader's been making out like she's my mother again.

I mean, who does she think she is? Like I'm going to listen to anything she

says. So I told her to her face. I said, look, I've got one mother and it ain't

you, lady.

I have to know.

Please. Why are there no baby pictures of me?

Why won't you let me see my birth certificate and please tell me?

Why is there a trunk in the attic filled with things that belong to a girl named

Hannah?

Hannah is our daughter, Janie.

She's your mother You're not really our daughter you're our granddaughter

When

Hannah was 18 she joined a young people's group called the

The children of the natural order.

My mother was a member of a cult.

Why didn't you stop her?

Well, they seemed innocuous at first.

Your mother and I were happy that Hannah had finally started making some

friends.

She always seems so lost somehow. She was always

searching for something.

We got a lawyer. We went to the police.

But Hannah was considered an adult.

Next thing we knew, they moved.

No forwarding address.

You were wearing this the first time I saw you.

I remember I was working in the kitchen and there was a knock at the back door

and I opened it and there was Hannah.

With you.

Just never seemed to be the right time.

And my father, what about him?

I'm sorry, baby.

Hannah never told us his name.

Why didn't my mother want me?

Oh, it wasn't... It wasn't that she didn't want you. It was more complicated

than that.

There were...

There were rumors that the cult members were doing things to the children.

Hannah was convinced that the cult was coming back to get you.

We were all terrified.

But she went back.

And she gave you to us.

A chance for a stable life.

It was the one thing Hannah could give you.

I loved him.

It feels so good to have Hannah in her home again.

The papers in the trunk said Hannah Jadison.

Javinson was our name before we changed it to Jessamine.

Hannah was afraid of the cult, so we moved and we changed our name.

And then we made the hardest decision in our lives.

We stopped writing to Hannah.

And we did that for you.

This is nuts.

You know that?

I mean, your parents are your grandparents?

That doesn't make any sense. That's what they say, but it doesn't explain the

milk carton, does it?

Well, why don't you just show them the milk carton? I mean, maybe they would

have an explanation.

No. If Hannah or the cult is trying to find me, you know how my parents would

react.

Well, what if it's just your real dad looking for you?

Reeve, my dad is my real dad.

It doesn't matter who made up this milk carton. If someone is trying to track me

down, I've got to find them. It's the only way I can protect my mom and dad.

There are five fans with Bill Carlington.

luck here than the last three stops.

You know you don't have to do this.

Yes I do.

Wait a sec.

Oh, my God.

Check out their red hair.

Get us out of here, Reed.

Go, go.

Please get us out of here.

They

lied

to me.

Reed, my parents lied to me.

No matter what I do, I just keep seeing all those redheads.

I wish they would go away. They're just like this thing waiting for me to make a

mistake.

If you can't stop thinking about them, why don't you just give them a call?

Write them a letter.

At least let them know you're all right.

And tell them what? That I might be their daughter?

Well, if they really are your parents, they deserve to know you're okay.

So call them up and say that I walked away from you and I don't even know if I

screamed or fought.

I mean, how could I have?

Otherwise, Hannah couldn't have taken me.

What kind of...

A kid doesn't fight back when they're kidnapped.

A three -year -old?

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Sands, I know this may sound strange, but I think I may be

your daughter.

This is hard for me because I know that Jennifer was kidnapped.

Only, I have a wonderful mother and father and a wonderful life, and I've

been very happy.

So I just don't see how I could be Jennifer.

But I keep having these memories.

Shopping for shoes, a red -haired woman, a big man with a beard. I don't know.

Maybe they aren't memories at all.

Maybe they're just figments of my imagination.

If only there was an easy way for me to find out the truth, but there isn't.

No matter what I do, it seems that someone is going to be hurt.

I wish I knew the right thing to do.

If only I could remember more.

Janie. But I just don't.

I think your next class is waiting.

I guess I'm scared to phone you because you might call the police about my

parents, but you can't.

Because they are my parents, my mom and dad.

I

can't believe

that my parents kidnapped me.

It does not make sense.

My boyfriend thinks I should send you this letter. He thinks you deserve some

peace of mind, but I don't know if I can take the chance.

I wish I knew a safe way to tell you that.

If I am Jennifer, I'm all right.

And you can stop worrying now.

Fourteen pairs of socks in seven days.

So I don't like smelly feet.

You know something?

Next week, I'm going to put you on laundry detail.

What I don't understand is

how come my parents never heard about the kidnapping?

Who knows?

Well, maybe it never made the local papers.

And they've never really been TV watchers. They were probably just

I mean, Hannah was home and they had a little kid running around.

I thought you weren't going to talk about this Carlington stuff for a while.

I can't help it.

Well, I guess I'm not enough of a distraction for you, huh?

I can't tell you how tired I am of hearing about this day after day after

after... Wait, you don't think this is important?

I may have been kidnapped and you don't think this is important?

You know, I really try to get past the fact that you're so immature, but you

really haven't made it easy for me. If I am so immature, then maybe we just

shouldn't see each other anymore.

Fine. Fine. I mean, it's not like I could count on you anyway.

Hi.

Hi, Lizzie.

Janie! God, you must have grown at least an inch since I saw you laugh.

Congratulations on taking your bar exam. That must have been pretty tough.

Thanks.

See you later.

Guys are such doofuses.

He really isn't all that good looking.

The guy's a pig.

No, he's okay.

Well, if you ever need anybody for some sort of guy thing, you can always call

me.

Thanks, Jason.

Oh,

my poor baby.

Maybe we should have a pity party for you, huh?

Here you go.

What's wrong?

I wrote a letter to the Sands, and I put it right there, and now it's gone. It

must have fallen out when the clip broke.

Reeve, if someone finds that, they might mail it, and then the Sands will know

where I am.

Wait, I don't want to play amateur psychiatrist, Janie, but maybe you

lose the letter by accident.

I'm so scared, Reeve.

I know you are.

But we're in this together, right?

I mean, no couples fight.

Why do I get the feeling that something's going on?

Lizzie's here to be our legal counsel.

We need legal counsel?

And Reeve is here for... Moral support.

Jane, I hate to tell you this.

He's scaring me.

Hannah.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, what have you done to us now?

I'm so sorry.

I wrote that letter. I never ever meant to mail it, I promise you. Wait, wait,

we don't even know whether the letter's been mailed. It might not have been.

Maybe, but if it was, it would be better if you came forward and contacted the

Sands first before they had a chance to call in the authorities.

What are we going to say to them?

Oh, they're going to think we're insane.

Mom, it's okay.

It's okay. Lizzie will contact the Sands and she'll tell them that everything is

all right and I want to be left alone.

And that way they'll stop worrying, all right?

Stop worrying?

Oh, honey.

Do you think that I've ever stopped worrying about Hannah?

Do you think that there is a night in my life when I haven't prayed for her

safety, when I haven't wondered if we did the right thing?

I, of all people, know what it's like to lie in bed night after night wondering

what happened to my little girl. Mom, don't cry, please.

If I had one wish in this world, it would be that no parent would ever

missing child. And I made it happen to another mother. What are you doing?

No, no, what if they take me away?

Mom, I'm your daughter. No, don't you see?

If we don't take action, we have kidnapped you.

Friends of missing children.

May I help you? No.

Hello? Yes.

Who is this?

My name is... I think I might be one of the kids on the milk cartons.

I think I'm Jennifer Sand.

I love her, Miranda, but I swear to God, if Hannah was here right now, I

would... You're not mad at Hannah, honey. You're mad at the situation. I'm

furious with her. Look at the grief she's brought into our lives. Calm down.

to Janie's. We're both just nervous. Look at what she's done to the Sands.

Here, how do you mind if you think we'll agree to that?

You don't have a choice.

You seem to forget that it's our daughter that you have. Please, please.

our daughter, too. No.

Don't you ever.

You did not lie in that hospital for 32 hours. You did not nurse that sweet

little baby at 2 in the morning. And you certainly did not spend 13 years of

your life believing that child is alive, knowing and fighting off the nightmares

and the guilt. Please, please.

Can we just take a moment to calm ourselves?

And think about Jennifer's best interests.

As your counselor, I'd like to advise that you... Mr. Jessman, Ms. Jessman,

have one week to give us back our daughter under our conditions or... Then

you'll see us in court.

I expected to stop loving her and turn my back and walk away. I'm sorry, Janie.

It's been a great 13 years, but you just go off and have a good life with your

new parents. I understand what you're saying, but we've got to do what's

Do you think giving up Janie is right? How would you feel if the situation were

reversed? I am not giving up another daughter. Period.

So I was thinking maybe we could share custody with him like some divorced

couples do.

No.

The Jessamines stole her junk and they stole my little girl. I want her back.

We don't know that they stole her or that they even knew about her. We don't

know that they didn't.

Who's to say that this kind of kid isn't a figment of their imagination?

Seda, they seem like honest folks. If they didn't want to tell the truth, they

wouldn't have come forward in the first place.

I don't care. I'm not going to share her with anyone.

Don't ask me to. That just is not possible.

I could take your money.

I could take a lot of your money.

But I agree with your counselor.

If you and the Sands could work this out together, it'd be better for everyone

concerned. But the Sands don't want us to have any contact with James. For a

period of three months.

After that, they've agreed to visitation rights.

Well, how can we go three months without seeing our daughter?

How did the Sands go 13 years without seeing theirs?

There's another thing to consider.

The FBI has asked to sit in on your next meeting.

Why? Kidnapping is a federal offense.

And since they are investigating Hannah, and you... Why are they investigating

us? To see if there are any grounds to indict you for kidnapping.

Oh, Lord.

Daddy, if it was the other way around, if you knew the fans had Hannah, would

you take them to court to get her back?

I suppose I would.

Are you going to let them take me away?

What do you want us to do?

I don't know them.

Then don't worry about it.

We'll take care of it.

We need at least three months alone with Jenny.

No visits, no phone calls, no letters.

We need time with our daughter.

Time to get to know her and time for her to get to know us.

Mr. Jessman?

Mrs. Jessman?

And we'll be able to see her again after three months.

Once a month at first.

And then after six months, if everything goes okay, I'm sure we'll be able to

work out a different visiting schedule.

Okay.

And the FBI will leave Hannah alone.

Miss Jessamine, we can't promise you anything, since there's an ongoing

kidnapping investigation involved here.

If Hannah's responsible, appropriate action will have to be taken.

Mr. and Mrs. Jessamine?

Then we'll all agree to the terms.

Why do you all treat her like some business deal?

Mr.

and Mrs. Chadwick.

I know this is a very difficult time for you.

It's been decided that you won't be charged in this kidnapping

However, there are some unresolved issues regarding Hannah.

And if you should hear from her, we expect you to contact us.

I don't have a choice.

I'm sorry, baby.

Daddy, you take care of this. You promised me. Please. Please.

You had no right to tell him I would go. No.

Mr.

Sands, is it true that the other...

Have you been holding on the fort?

Well, I'm trying to.

We had to take the phone off the hook that they kept bringing.

Yeah, well, same thing's been happening at the hardware store.

So how's everybody doing here?

Don't worry, sweetie. I'll take care of it.

Seda? Look at this. All of your stuff is on the dining room table. Why did you

not move it when I asked you to? I told you I will. I wanted it done this

morning. Take it easy.

Don't you tell me to take it easy. I've got a daughter coming I haven't seen in

13 years and I won't get hysterical if I do it.

It's gonna be perfect.

Well, she's at the stage when any, you know, any kind of tears are

No, I'll get her. I'll get her.

Make us proud.

Show them we were good parents to you.

I would know you anywhere.

You ready?

Sit tight.

Jennifer, it's been 13 years. Do you still remember your family? Back off

please. Why don't you back off?

Pardon me.

Jennifer,

how does it feel to be back in your real family? Jennifer, were you keeping any

contact with the people? I'm Mr. Sands. I'm Mr.

Sands. How do you feel about having your daughter back?

Jennifer, do you recognize her? Do you want to get off the porch, please?

Get off the porch.

Thank you, Lord.

Let the food, let the path, may all my brood be quiet as a mass.

And Lord, I can't say this enough. Thank you, thank you, thank you for bringing

our Jenny home to us.

Amen. Amen.

I hope you still like hamburgers. You did when you were little.

Oh, it's fine. Thanks.

Got a cigarette?

You want to apologize to your sister, Stephen?

With what?

Oh, Mrs. Sands, I don't drink milk.

Oh.

That's right, I forgot. My Jenny's allergic to milk.

How about some iced tea?

I've got these two drawers for you, but I don't think you're... You know what I

can do? I'll just put my suitcases under the bed. That way it's like the next

drawer space.

We'll be like a captain's bed.

Me and Mom bought you this.

Looks nice.

Thanks.

Hey.

Want to say goodnight to our two girls?

Night, Daddy.

Good night, Mr. Sands.

Good night, little one. Good night, Mom.

Well, that was pretty strange for you, huh?

You know, you may not remember this, but this used to be your room.

I don't remember. I'm sorry.

Maybe you will.

Remember, you can talk.

Good night, Jenny.

I'm so

glad you're home.

It's your grandfather and grandmother.

Come on. I'm going to show you something.

Is that me?

Mm -hmm.

Two at one.

And this is your christening?

Oh.

I know you know this picture.

The one in the milk carton.

Every couple of years, I'd put this on the carton.

First time, everyone supported me.

And if there's a second time, they said they understood.

I've been third, and then it's last time.

Well, I guess they thought it was time for me to forget.

You try to give up to get on with your life, but no matter what you promise,

You've got to give it that one last try.

Sorry, there are no more pictures after H3.

I wanted to wait until you were here a little longer, but I... Well, I have to

know.

Did they hurt you in any way? Did Hannah do anything to you to make you

go with her?

I'm sorry, I don't really remember.

But I think I wanted to go with her. I think I was having fun.

Thank God you weren't hurt.

Jenny, it's... It isn't being disloyal to the Jasmines to start liking us.

I know you're not ready to call me mom or... your father daddy.

I know that those are precious words.

But it is okay for you to relax here.

To have a good time. To laugh.

Maybe even let somebody hug you.

Well, I'll just give it some time.

Bye, Mom.

Bye.

I'll be back to pick you up at 310.

Don't start that again, Mom.

Some of us have enough sense not to get lost.

You can go back to taking the bus tomorrow.

Now, Jenny, it's not going to be easy.

I wish I could tell you different, but I'm not going to lie to you.

Just be brave and make it through today, and tomorrow will be a lot easier, I

promise. Okay, bye.

Bye, little one.

I'll take care of her, Mom.

Bye. Bye.

I know it's a big school, but you'll get used to it.

They know about me, don't they?

We had an assembly.

You had an assembly about me?

The principal wanted to make things easier, I guess.

She told everybody they had to mind their own business and not ask you any

questions.

God.

What's this?

The attorney told me you wanted to go for your learner's permit, so I thought

you might need that.

Marguerite Sands, Father Jonathan, Mother Zeta.

You see, honey, you really do belong.

Hello? Janie?

You okay?

Oh, it's so good to hear your voice.

Oh, they're nice, but I'd rather be with you.

Oh, is Daddy there? Can I talk to him?

Janie?

Yeah, I know. I miss you, too, more than anything.

Well, I can't believe the Sands let you call us.

Well, they didn't.

I know I'm breaking our promise, but Daddy, I really want to come home.

They didn't call me.

I called them. They knew nothing about it, I swear.

Can I speak to them, please?

Hello?

Mr. Jasmine.

Yes, I know. She told us.

Mr. Jasmine, my husband and I have been talking, and perhaps it would be better

for Jenny to jump in. If you and...

If Jasmine would speak with...

Jenny, twice a week.

At least until things settle down a little.

Thank you. Thank you.

You have no idea what this means to us.

Maybe we should just think of her as a foreign exchange student, you know?

She speaks a different language, has different customs.

She gets homesick a lot.

At least the TV people are blessed.

My mom and I used to have popcorn after school.

I don't want any.

Sure you do, Jenny.

Come on, Stephen, just pour the milk.

How many times do I have to tell you I'm allergic to milk?

I don't know, Jenny.

Why don't you tell us again?

You know, we sans, we're such slow learners.

So why don't you tell us again about your allergy and your precious

and the precious Jesmines?

Come on, Jenny.

Tell us.

I hate you.

You can't even take a bowl of popcorn from us.

I don't know why Mom and Dad always thought you were so special.

It's not fair.

We couldn't do anything because of you.

We couldn't even move because Mom was afraid you might come back to the house

one day. Cut it out. No.

And you're not the only one that cries at night, you know.

You're not the only one.

hard on Joey.

Mom, well, she used to run after strangers.

Just checking to see if the kid they had was you.

Kind of gets embarrassing after a while.

Can I play?

Hey, it's a great day. We should be out shooting some basket. Dad.

Or playing soccer in the park.

Dad, come on.

I don't feel like it. Could you move, please?

Seda.

Well, if you wouldn't mind teaching me, I'd like to learn how to play talk.

Sure.

Good luck.

Hi.

Hi. Hi.

We're here to see Janie.

Her name is Jenny.

You know Jenny?

Yeah.

I'm her boyfriend.

And this is Sarah Charlotte.

Yeah, yes, Reeve, of course.

Jenny's mentioned you both.

Um, go get Jenny.

Um, please, come on.

Hey, Reeve? Mr. Sands?

Hi, Sarah Charlotte. Nice to meet you.

To make sure.

Um, we thought that since you let Jenny call her parents, the Jessmans,

maybe you wouldn't mind if we took her out to lunch or something.

Hi. Oh, my God, you look so, so good.

Oh, no. Oh, God, I missed you. I missed you so much. I missed you.

So pretty.

Wow.

Well,

your family seems pretty nice.

They're nice.

They're not my parents, you know.

Oh, hey, did I tell you? I finally got my learner's permit.

That's great.

Yeah, I'm trying to talk Reeve into letting me drive his Jeep home.

Yeah, well, you give us some time alone and I might seriously consider it.

Well then, I guess it's just me and Savish.

You're going to let her drive your Jeep?

No. I just said that so she'd give us some time alone.

I've missed you so much. I missed you too.

I was so surprised when I saw you.

I've just been dreaming that you'd come and then all of a sudden here you are.

You know what would make it perfect?

What?

You could take me back home with you.

I don't know, maybe.

Tell Mom and Dad I love them.

Okay.

Mr. Stans?

Yeah. I was wondering, it's my senior year and the prom's coming up, and I'd

like to take Janie, or Jenny, but she'd have to spend the night.

Now, if you don't want the Jasmines, but they're really great people.

She could stay at my house.

My mom would love that.

If Jenny wants to go to your prom with you, that's fine.

We'll work out the details later.

Safe home?

You got it.

All right.

Why don't you wear green at the prom?

Redheads always look pretty in green. I know it's stupid, but I always wanted to

wear pink.

Well, maybe you should talk to Mom.

She says really well.

Maybe she can make you a pink dress that wouldn't clash with your hair.

Whose car is that?

Oh, a beer.

Jenny?

Jenny, this is...

Agent Mollison from the FBI.

He's been investigating your kidnapping.

What's he doing here?

Well, I'm here to talk to your mother and father about Hannah Javinson.

What about Hannah?

Well, we know a little bit more about what happened to her.

Honey, she's dead.

She was a prostitute?

Well, Agent Mollison said that that's not that unusual for an unhappy,

girl like Hannah.

Maybe she couldn't find what she wanted in the cult, or maybe the cult threw her

out for some reason. We'll never know.

How did she die?

Hepatitis.

Five years ago.

Do Mom and Dad know that Hannah's dead?

The FBI went and spoke with the Jessamines before they came here. Oh,

going to call them.

Leave them alone. I want to talk to my father. I said no.

Jennifer, you put that phone down. You're not my father. You can't tell me

to do. I'm your father.

Now you listen to me.

You want to call up the Jessmans? Then what? What are you going to say?

You want to talk to them about their dead prostitute daughter? Why?

Because you're hurting? Because you're in pain?

You seem to think you're the only one who's suffering here.

Let me tell you something. The Jessmans are suffering ten times more than you

are.

Their daughter, their real daughter, is a prostitute.

and a kidnapper, and God knows what else.

As long as they had you, they could pretend otherwise, but now they have to

the truth.

Jenny, they just found out about Hannah.

Let's just give them a few days to get over the shock.

I hate you.

My name is Janie.

Jessamine.

I'm the daughter of Frank and Miranda Jessamine.

And I want to go home.

When you got kidnapped, everything changed.

Do you know what it's like to have your mother walk you to school every day?

To have her waiting when the bell rings to walk you home?

And to listen to all the other kids call your mother paranoid, only she wasn't,

was she?

I mean, my mother knew exactly what could happen when little bratty kids get

left alone.

And I just want to let you know that I think you are scum.

And I wish you had never been found.

It's Jenny.

We think she's run away.

It's Jenny!

She's run away!

Lord,

help me.

I'm losing moments. I don't know what to do.

I'm losing moments.

I don't think I can do this again.

Let me do it.

I'll take the car.

You stay here.

Just call the police and the hospitals.

Okay?

Thanks. Did they call the police? Yeah, and they're checking the hospitals, just

in case. Where is she?

Well, if I had to guess, I'd say she's coming here, wouldn't you?

Mom.

Her sister was a little girl. I used to make her ginger snaps.

She'd sit at one end of the table and they'd blend a cookie.

I'd sit at the other end, sip in my tea.

I'm making her sister ginger snaps.

I'll help you make them, okay?

Okay.

I'm gonna go outside and look around the neighborhood.

Mom, what do you think Anna took Jenny?

Maybe the cult told her to. Maybe she was lonely.

Mom?

How come you never made me ginger snaps?

Because they were Jenny's cookies?

Yes.

You are so special to me.

We're going to finish these cookies.

And then... Then we're going to figure out a way to make everything all right

again.

You are not putting our family through this again.

Do you hear me? How did you find me?

I've been searching for you all day.

Checked every bus going to Wilmington, every taxi line.

I even checked out the old train station.

I guess you missed your last bus, huh?

I couldn't get on it.

You're going back to Jeff, aren't you?

i don't have a home there anymore i don't have a home anywhere

it's like i can't go back and i can't go

forward do you ever feel like that

I'm sorry I'm not the sister you wanted.

No.

You are.

It was me.

I was the one that lost you.

What?

I was supposed to hold your hand that day.

The day you got kidnapped and... All I did was push you down and

walk away.

You know, when I looked back... You were

gone.

Stephen,

you were five years old.

You are not responsible for what happened.

We should be done here shortly.

You bet.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Oh.

Great boy.

Hi.

I know, I know.

I love you. I'm worried about you.

I know you are.

The Jackmans are worried sick. I'll call them.

I'm very proud of you.

Thank you so much. I'm fine.

You're a good man.

Thank you.

Yes?

Oh, thank God.

She's asleep.

You remember that story from the scripture?

Wisdom's element.

Yeah.

Two women fighting over the same child.

Tearing that child apart, both of them saying they were his mother.

The one who let go was the real mother.

The true mother.

The one who couldn't let that child continue on in pain.

Are you getting that thing?

Jonathan, I love Jenny.

I know you do, too.

But this isn't right. She's hurting, and we... Want to let her go?

No, I don't want to let her go. It's the last thing I want to do, but...

I'm her real true mother, John.

So I will let her go back because that's the only

way that I know to stop her pain.

And I'll let her go back because in the end I know that it's the only way that

we can really have her in our lives.

No matter how much we wanted it not to be true.

Your sister stopped being Jenny 13 years ago.

So your dad and I decided to let her go back to the Jessamines because that's

what's best for her.

For Stephen and for you.

This family has been through enough. It's time to get on with living.

I'm sorry that I pushed you.

Sorry I walked off.

Goodbye.

I'm going to miss you.

I'll miss you too.

I can come see you, right?

You'll still be my sister.

Always and forever.

You'll always have a home here. You remember that.

I will.

We were shopping for shoes.

You and Steven had already gotten your pair, and I was fitting Jody.

My back was turned for just a second.

When I turned back around...

They're long enough, but maybe... Maybe you would suddenly be back in front of

me again.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry I went with Hannah.

I don't know why I did.

I'm sorry I was bad.

I'm sorry.

No, you were bad.

It's taken me a long time to realize.

But it wasn't mine.

It simply was.

There's no point in laying blame.

I want you to know.

That I'm glad I saw myself on the milk cart.

I'm glad I found you.

I love you.

No matter where you are,

you will always be my daughter.

I love you, Mom.

Hi.

I'll get the bag.

I know

what this took for you.

To give us back... Jane.

You're the only one who would.

You take care of our daughter.

I will.