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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.