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- Bye, Mommy. - Bye, sweetheart.

Hi. I'm Marissa.

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

- There's no Milo here. - Milo!

- Is he here? - No!

OK. I promise.

OK? We'll find him.

Now, your understanding was that Milo

was supposed to be on a playdate.

How was that playdate arranged?

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

How well do you know Ms. Kaminski?

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

but I haven't spoken to her until about

a week and a half ago at the school social,

and she was great.

I'm tired of being amazing.

I don't want to be amazing anymore.

Detective Alcaraz says Milo was picked up

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

She works for another mom named Jenny Kaminski.

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

It appears so.

Now that phone is out of service.

So this was all planned?

Why don't you just check the number?

You just check it, OK?

'Cause he's fucking out there.

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

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

You're amazing.

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

♪ Hold on ♪

Finally home.

Do you want me to take him?

You feeling all right? - Yeah.

Lightheaded or dizzy or anything?

No, honey. Fully recovered.

- Yeah? - Yeah? Honest.

OK. Hey.

Welcome home, Milo.

♪ Gonna make this place your home ♪

Hi.

♪ Settle down ♪

♪ It'll all be clear ♪

♪ Don't pay no mind to the demons ♪

♪ They fill you with fear ♪

Oh, great, thanks.

♪ The trouble, it might drag you down ♪

There you go.

There you go. - Love you.

I love you.

♪ Just know you're not alone ♪

Love you, pal.

See you tonight. - Bye.

Hey. Oh, I know, I know.

I don't understand why you don't sleep

while the baby sleeps.

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

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

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

Peter, I need-- I need your effort.

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

to get a baby to sleep for longer than two hours

a night-- swaddling, white noise.

Oh, my God, are you OK?

Sleep training maybe.

We should have researched before he was born, OK?

And I need you to make it your top priority.

No problem.

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

OK? I got you.

On the offense. 10-yard penalty.

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

Mm.

Whoa, you slept through the night.

Yeah. Mm.

That was four nights in a row, right?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Oh, you did it.

Mm.

I swear, you can do anything.

Love you.

Look at this.

What's that, my little bear?

Yeah, what is it?

Is this paint?

- Yeah. - Yep.

Hmm. - Do you wanna show me?

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

So we gotta open it.

Ms. Irvine, thank you for holding.

Hi. Hi. Yeah.

No, I already sent you the picture to use.

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

People need to see the picture

so they know the hotline and which number to call.

Hey, guys. It's me.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Hey.

No news? - No.

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

OK, so tell me the steps.

What is today? What's next?

Uh, press conference downtown.

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

And, uh, we could get a ransom call.

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

tell the police, and then they'll take us

through next steps.

OK.

Hey, it sounds like everybody's prepared.

OK?

And you're doing all the right things.

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey, Milo bear. Milo, guess what?

Love you.

I love you too.

Mr. Chips.

You wanna hear what he sounds like?

He spilled... - Yeah.

Orange juice.

Oh, he spilled orange juice, huh?

Is that right?

Carrie.

He adores you.

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

Might be sugar from the milkshakes.

Oh.

Maybe.

I think it's a little of both.

You can't get me.

This is so much fun.

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

Where is she?

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

Who's gonna take me to school?

Me. Won't that be fun?

Will you do pick up in the park and swimming?

We're gonna do all of that.

- OK. - Hey, kiddo.

You know what I think is really cool,

is that you and your mom will get to spend

more time together. Won't that be nice?

Now, come on. Go brush your teeth.

Cops really tore this place apart.

Yeah.

I don't think they found anything though.

Thought you'd be off by now.

First period is free today.

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

- Yeah. - OK.

Well, Lee Logan might wanna hear

the pitch tomorrow afternoon.

So it's not confirmed yet, but--

Oh, you want me to pick him up.

Well, Richie, this is a big pitch.

Yeah, but tomorrow's Thursday.

I've got Quizics.

Quizics is an extra credit physics quiz team.

Yeah, which is important to the kids.

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

You can't seriously be suggesting

that we hire another nanny when we just found out

the last one was a psycho.

I'm not talking about hiring another nanny.

I'm talking about today, tomorrow, Friday.

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

Honey, we'll make it work.

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

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

Hold on.

So her real name isn't even Carrie Finch?

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

Her driver's license is fraudulent,

and the information on her résumé

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

I didn't use a nanny service

because I wanted to do it myself.

You're saying these people were actors?

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

have all been disconnected.

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

No, they sounded like normal families who knew Carrie

and said wonderful things.

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

Did you sense anything, Mr. Kaminski?

What?

When you spoke to the nanny's references,

did you sense anything unusual?

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

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

I see.

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

She did the morning routine.

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

Bishops Academy starts at 8:30.

And then she did things around the house

until pickup, which is at 3:00.

Now can you walk us through the afternoon,

starting at pickup?

She either brought him back here or took him

to any other after-school activities,

until I got home at 7:00.

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

And when do you usually get home from work,

Mr. Kaminski?

My teaching day changes day to day,

but usually around 4:00-ish.

So at least on some days,

you'd come home, Jacob would be here,

and Carrie would be in charge of him?

Yeah, I always need to work on

new lesson plans for the next day.

Any change in Carrie's schedule lately?

She did ask for a day off recently, like,

two--two weeks ago, the 25th.

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

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

Just love to catch you off guard

in your oasis of calm. - Uh-huh.

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

- Last night? - Mm-hmm.

Normal stuff.

What did he ask you?

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

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

between them after last night.

Yeah, well, I'm on team Mar.

It was not Peter's finest moment.

No, it was not. Ready?

Coming up on 24 hours, no ransom call.

- Yet. - Yet.

Still, why the holdup?

Maybe the holdup is two people

arguing about how to proceed.

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

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

Peter Irvine.

OK.

Why isn't there a drop-off?

Oh, I think they want the parents

to walk in with the kids for a little bit.

- Hi. - Morning.

Jacob Kaminski. - Morning, Jacob.

Have a good day!

- Bye. - Bye.

OK, let's go. There we go.

Guys, guys. Jenny.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, how are you?

- Um, shaken. - Yeah.

Um, of course.

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

Were there signs, like, of instability

with Carrie's behavior?

Um, no, she was shy, sweet.

I can't really wrap my head around it.

Have you talked to Marissa?

I actually went to her house last night.

Uh, ooh, what was she like?

She was really forgiving.

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

Oh.

What?

Well...

Honey, last night, Marissa was in shock,

but eventually, reality will set in.

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

kidnapped her five-year-old son.

Do you really think the two of you are friends?

She's gonna sue you at the very least.

Protect yourself, Jenny.

Keep your distance from Marissa Irvine.

Yeah.

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

Is how this nanny was hired in the first place.

I know.

Because there's no way there weren't signs

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

But this mom who hired her, I mean,

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

Well, that's a question.

Did she literally just hire the first person

who applied for the job? - Yeah.

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

She wasn't.

And now, look...

What's happened.

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

on any of those points, to be honest.

That reporter's staring at us.

Just let it go.

Mm.

Hi.

Do we know each other? - Lia.

Oh, my God.

Hello?

Uh...

Hello?

Hello?

- We have your child. - Oh, fuck.

I said, we have your child.

Fuck, I think it's really her.

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

Dude, hang up.

It's a prank.

Nice wedding, rich bitch!

What? What? No--

What the fuck?

The fuck is wrong with people?

Why did they mention our wedding?

I don't know.

No, the media has gotten pictures of us

from Facebook, our wedding.

It looks like we're showing off.

Well, who cares what people think?

Peter, if people don't like us,

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

they won't look as hard for Milo.

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

It does. It does work that way, Peter.

I learned about it last night.

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

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

A positive public image of the family

has a direct influence on whether or not

the public will search as hard for the missing person.

- OK. OK. - Fuck.

I was so worried about the press conference

and everything we had to do going forward,

like Instagram, Facebook-- - Hey, hey!

Stop filming them! - Lia!

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

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

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

We're all good. - No.

Can you get a hold of her please?

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

- I know. - Right now.

But, please, just get a hold of her.

Mar, somebody should be with you.

- I can go with her. - Hi.

- OK? - Yeah. Thanks.

You know what?

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

You bitch.

Hey, do you hear anything other than the sound

of your own voice? - But she--

Marissa was just talking about having

a positive public image.

OK. OK.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hi, I'm Peter Irvine.

If you need to lay down--

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

I gotta get the website done before the press conference.

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

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

I know how to design a website. OK?

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

OK. OK.

Did Carrie ever hurt Jacob

or do anything?

She--could she be violent?

No.

I just need to know what to picture

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

I've tried, but I can't.

I keep imagining him crying or being in pain.

Here's a new picture.

One morning, Jacob burned his finger on the stove.

It was nothing.

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

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

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

with Carrie all afternoon.

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

You've got to be careful with it.

Out of a popsicle stick and some pipe cleaners.

Let me see it.

It's not very good.

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

Pictures in your head are fears, not facts.

But Carrie drawing butterflies

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

that's a fact.

So there's a new picture for your head.

Thank you.

Is there anyone that I can call, Marissa?

More family?

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

- What about friends? - No.

I don't have a lot of those either.

Sorry, you just--

No, it's not.

It's not what you think.

I like things small.

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

Peter's most of my social circle,

his brother and his sister.

I lost touch with most of my girlfriends from--

from school, and we all have kids and work.

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

when you're busy, so...

Yeah.

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

but it's not as sad as it sounds.

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

Oh.

Well, cozy is nice. - Yeah.

Yeah. Well, who knows?

Maybe you'll become my new best friend.

I'd like that.

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

Well, I'm up for the challenge.

OK.

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

It's OK.

Oh, no.

It's OK. It's OK.

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

What kind of fucked-up mother am I?

- No. - Jesus fuck.

You're human. You're human.

- Stop. - Look at me.

Look at me.

You're human.

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

I'm sorry. That's--

It's OK.

I understand.

It has to be money.

Where's the ransom call?

Detectives came over to the house this morning.

They asked all kinds of things about Carrie,

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

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

No idea. I've said everything.

The 25th?

Yeah, that's a Thursday, right?

Do you have any Saturday appointments at all?

Uh-huh.

- Yeah, I can wait. - Hold on!

Are you a vampire?

- What? - A vampire with teeth?

Oh.

- I'm a walrus. - Oh.

OK.

Hey, do you know what a mall cake is?

A cake from a mall?

Yeah, he says he wants one for his birthday.

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

But when I--when I asked him to describe

what it tasted like, he said it felt green.

All right, so our son's nuts.

Uh-huh.

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

We'll take it. He's overdue.

Thank you. Thursday, 12:30.

Yeah, the 25th.

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

- Can Ana take him? - No.

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

He wants you there.

Peter, I've missed so much work.

Come on. Can you please just--

I have a conference on the 25th.

I'm sorry.

Hey! What's going on?

Come on, Daddy. Chase me.

Get over here. Hold on.

Come here.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, you're fast?

Whoa! Whoa!

Quick! Whoa!

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

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

Peter's with the police right now.

They're building a timeline.

He wanted me to get some information

about a conference he attended on the 25th.

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

Yeah.

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

Why?

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

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

There was no conference.

Ms. Garcia, last night, you told us that

you'd never spoken to Carrie Finch.

Not even casually? - No.

We just smiled, polite.

She was always with Jacob.

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

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

It was a Thursday about two weeks ago.

Um, yeah. Uh, yes.

Uh, Milo had a dentist appointment,

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

from school like I usually do.

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

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

Milo wasn't home from the dentist yet.

They came home a bit later.

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

Yes, Peter.

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

Did he say where he was going?

No.

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

But if you-- - Uh, climbing where?

I was at Bishops Academy last night,

and there was swings and a sandbox

and a couple of those tube things,

but where would Jacob fall from?

Um, there's a playground

on Lombard Street.

A lot of the nannies take their kids there

to play after school gets out.

- Is that it? - Yeah.

Yeah, that's the one.

There's a couple of playgrounds closer.

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

There's a milkshake place nearby.

The kids love it.

Hey.

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

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

Oh, yeah, yeah. Here we go.

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

Uh-huh.

Oh!

Funny.

Hey, if it is an affair

and Peter Irvine's in on the kidnapping,

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

- Well, yet. - Yet.

He wants you to do it again, again.

Well, good, because I wanna do it again.

You ready? Here we go.

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

like putting him through that?

He seemed like a pretty loving father to me.

I don't know.

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

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

Let's just do what Mar said

and take down any unsympathetic posts, OK?

We got about 20 minutes till the press conference.

I knew you were feeling sick.

Fine. You're right.

- Yeah. - I hate the meds.

Man, I hate the meds too.

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

It's not your fault.

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

I am capable of editing my own feed.

I don't trust you.

I took down all the photos where

I'm reading to orphans and left up the ones

where I'm mid-orgy. - What?

I'm telling you, I nailed it.

Ah, man.

You are a really good aunt.

Who wouldn't love that kid?

I think you two get along so well because

you're at the same maturity level.

Peter, don't be a dick.

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

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

Sorry about the reporter.

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

I need you to do stupid shit

so that I can smooth everything over.

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

from the pain meds so I can keep my mind busy

thinking of what might help.

I need to be needed right now.

Otherwise, I'm gonna lose my mind.

I just thought it was gonna be over by now.

What's it gonna cost to end this?

You and me.

A single financial transaction, and it's over.

And no one ever knows.

Name your price.

Hey.

Colin, is Peter having an affair?

I need to know. - Mar, what?

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

I would tell you instantly.

Do you think it's possible? Be honest.

The honest answer is, I don't know.

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

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

So, um, the neighbors have been stopping by,

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

I know you got the website and the hotline,

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

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

Canvassing?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Great.

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

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- I gotta go. - OK. Yeah.

Hello, may I ask for your attention, please?

Thank you, and thank you for being here today.

At this time, I'd like to take you

through the series of events pertaining

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

He was picked up from his elementary school,

Bishops Academy, by a woman calling herself Caroline Finch.

However, that name is now believed to be fraudulent.

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

have not been seen since.

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

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

And afterwards, I can answer questions pertaining

to the investigation.

I'm Peter Irvine.

This is my wife, Marissa Irvine.

Milo is five years old.

He's our only child.

He is smart and kind.

He loves dinosaurs and painting

and is just starting to learn to read.

More than anything else in the world,

my wife and I want our son to come home.

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

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

But when we finally did, it was--

it was the happiest day of my life.

Uh, I remember telling him that I would always

protect him, and...

I haven't done that.

And I need your help.

Please help.

If anyone has any information about Milo's whereabouts,

please, we beg you, come forward.

Thank you.

Ms. Irvine, why was another nanny,

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

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

Mrs. Irvine.

Where was the playdate supposed to be?

Do you know?

Uh, at the other child's home.

Is this a home you've been to before?

No.

Is it correct that you didn't realize

your son was abducted until several hours after the fact?

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

that there was anything wrong.

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

I was at-- I was at work.

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

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

What?

Your financial firm is under audit.

Is that correct?

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

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

for firms to carry debt from year to year.

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

Did you contact a publishing house

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

What did you talk to the publisher about?

Is it true, Ms. Irvine?

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

who wrote a book on missing persons cases,

and I wanted to ask his advice.

And couldn't the current debt of your firm

be offset by what you might stand to gain--

Do you have a book deal, Ms. Irvine?

- Thank you all for coming. - Uh--

How long has this kidnapping been in the works?

When were you planning on telling us the truth?

Mrs. Irvine, is there trouble at home?

- Mrs. Irvine! - Ms. Irvine!

Ms. Irvine!

What if he never comes home?

Thank you very much. Thank you.

He's my son!

It's private here.

I tried to keep it from happening.

What? What from happening?

What?

A reporter found out that you spoke to someone

at Random House, and they started to run

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

And they started to run with a rumor...

That was gonna happen?

That we had faked the whole thing for money.

And a friend called and told me it might--

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

Because I thought I had it under control.

I called the reporter and tried to pay him off,

you know, kill the story.

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

I was wrong. I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

Are you sleeping with Carrie Finch?

I don't care. You can have her.

I just-- I just want my son back.

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

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

You had a conference on the 25th.

You told me you had a conference,

but there was no conference.

And Carrie Finch had work off that day.

I've never met Carrie Finch, OK?

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

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

There's no woman that I've ever met

that even made me consider, Mar.

Never. Never.

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

I drove downtown to meet with a neurosurgeon

because I wanted to see if Brian

was eligible for a spinal operation.

It's experimental.

The insurance wasn't gonna cover it,

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

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

I swear to you. There--

there's records of me being there.

There's cameras, OK?

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

the surgeon I met with.

I was there for hours, OK?

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

I love you and Milo so much.

Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna explode.

You are all that I will ever want...

ever.

Please.

Hey.

Hey. OK.

OK.

I'm sorry.

You can go with them if you want.

I'll wait for Peter.

- I'm good. - Are you sure?

I'm OK.

OK.

You could have brought your chair.

I know.

But if I can stand, I should.

Right?

Yeah.

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

That they staged it. It's sick.

People just-- - Suck.

Can you provide us with the name of the surgeon

you met with on the 25th?

Yeah, she'll confirm I was there.

And I understand why you didn't tell

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

Yeah, it would have been expensive,

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

so it's worth a try.

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

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

Well, how does Brian feel about that?

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

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

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

So then he takes these pain meds,

and they make him nauseous and drowsy.

Yeah.

And that must really affect his quality of life.

Yeah.

He has a job though. - He does?

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

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

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

He doesn't get a lot done.

And he lives on the property so he can have,

you know, semi-independence.

And your sister, she's an interior designer?

Uh, kind of.

Well, she told me her last client

was a big renovation project.

That was us three years ago.

We hired her to do Brian's studio.

Oh.

I cover our monthly expenses

and anything else that might pop up.

OK, so you employ and house your brother,

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

Like, do you manage an inheritance?

No, no, anything that we have financially,

Mar and I built ourselves.

So everything you have, you've worked for.

Yeah.

And every month, you're giving it away.

Yeah, they're my family.

You said you cover your sister's living expenses

and whatever else pops up. - Mm-hmm.

What else pops up when it comes to Lia?

My sister's unpredictable.

She's sweet, and she's fun.

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

And I'm the one who looks after her.

It's always been like that.

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

not good.

Brian was, uh, not born disabled.

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

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

Peter Irvine has an alibi for the 25th.

And I'm headed back to the station.

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

- Got a good reason? - Sure do.

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

What are you thinking?

Well, I'm thinking Vernon Hills

is in the middle of nowhere.

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

Carrie Finch isn't working alone.

You don't have to stay here with me.

I know.

Uh, can you--

I'm sorry. Can you answer this?

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

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

- Again. - Hello?

Hello, this is Jamie.

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

I understand you've been looking for

a mall cake for your son's birthday

or something that sounds like that

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

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

but we do have a marshmallow cake

that kids love. Could that work?

We're fine. Thank you.

Oh, if you're interested in something--

Thank you.

Uh, it's his birthday this Saturday.

He wanted a mall cake?

Yeah.

I didn't know what it meant.

It's a flavor, apparently.

Jacob has mall shakes.

He means malted. They're malted milkshakes.

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

But Carrie would get them for him.

From where?

It's from this place by the park

that the kids go to.

It's called Mo's Malted Milkshakes.

Did she buy one for Milo?

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

Let me look.

A Tuesday and the Tuesday before.

It's always Tuesday for $12.59.

$12.59 every time.

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

That makes sense with tax.

But that would just be buying them for herself

and for Jacob, not Milo.

Uh...

What time is Carrie's last purchase on Tuesday?

3:33 p.m. Why?

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

with Milo, purchase at Mo's Malted Milkshakes,

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

Tuesday before 3:40?

- 3:41. - 3:20?

Yeah, 3:21.

They stood in line together every Tuesday

and bought the boys mall shakes.

Ana and Carrie were friends.

We begin this afternoon with that heartbreaking story

of a missing child.

Milo Irvine was last seen leaving his school

in the company of a young woman who was known

to the victim, Carrie Finch.

The Irvine family

held a press conference this afternoon.

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

quickly turned into a media frenzy.

The press conference ended abruptly when Marissa Irvine

seemingly lost her composure, cursing at those

who had ambushed her at what can only be described

as every mother's worst nightmare.

He's my son!

The question on everyone's mind is,

how could a child vanish

without leaving a single trace?

It's possible that the person or people responsible

had been watching Milo

and his family's routine for some time.

That's a terrifying thought, John.

If this was a premeditated act,

it raises the possibility that the abductor

is someone familiar with the family.

We'll keep following this story closely

and provide updates as they become available.

Our thoughts remain with Milo Irvine's family

during this incredibly difficult time.

Stay with us.

Your hair looks different.

I know.

It's so fun to look different.

Maybe we should try with you.

My mom might get mad.

But I told you, your mom trusts me.

Remember how we practiced hiding?

Hi, I'm Louise.

I'm the co-owner of the property.

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

Usually I would have been here when

you signed the contract,

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

That's right.

Yeah, so I was flying back from my vacation.

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

You finding everything OK? Settling in all right?

Absolutely. It's lovely.

Oh, God. Look at that.

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

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

Wow.

So this is all about money.

Mm.

Yeah, you know, I--

I just stopped by because you wanted an extra key.

I'm expecting company.