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911, what's your emergency?

It's-- it-- it-- it's my-- my daughter, Sophie.

She-- she's missing-- missing.

I ca-- I can't find her anywhere.

Sir, I'm gonna need you to calm down.

- What's your name? - Sam.

S-- Sam MacKenzie.

Sam-- Sam-- Sam MacKenzie.

My daughter, Sophie, she's 10 years old.

I we-- I went in to check on her this morning--

And the window was wide open.

She's just-- she's just-- she's gone!

Sir, I understand.

I need you to calm down.

What's your current address?

It's 7-5-1 Clymer Street.

All right. So tell me what happened.

Last night, she was in bed.

We ca-- we came home from a wedding.

We checked on her when we got back,

and then again at midnight, and then-- then now

she's-- she's just-- she's gone!

Sir, what do you mean she's gone?

Is there anybody else in the house with you?

The window is-- is open. She's not here.

I don't know where she could've gone to.

She was-- there's no way she would leave like this.

Sir, I'm sending an officer right over.

What if she's hurt?

Stay where you are.

Please, please just find my little girl.

Please find her.

Do not move. Do not go anywhere.

An officer is on his way.

Sir, an officer is on his way.

Good evening. A citywide search is underway

for 10-year-old Sophie MacKenzie.

Breaking news.

Police, along with the CBI,

have issued an Amber alert, and the reason--

We're using every resource we have.

We're trying to use air or helicopters that have--

From the FBI,

who can now confirm that Sophie was carrying

a prepaid burner phone.

Urgent message for the city of Philadelphia.

A child is missing.

And the various police need your assistance.

She is 10 years old,

Caucasian female, blonde hair, blue eyes,

4 feet 6 inches, and 70 pounds.

Why are you taking so long?

Please, please, please come.

We need to find her! Why? I don't know where she is.

I can't find her anywhere. You don't get it.

She's out there alone. We can't waste any more time.

She's just-- she's just a little girl!

She's all by herself. I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm begging you, please.

Please, you have to find her.

I don't mean to lose my temper.

I'm sorry, just hurry up, please.

I need you here now...

How do you not know your right from your left, man?

Well, I'm ambidextrous, so I never had to learn

the difference between right and left.

I can go both ways.

Did he take something this morning?

Is he still on drugs?

No, I'm sober. I promise. Tell him, Mike.

Are you?

Fucking tell him, Mike!

Believe it or not, he actually is sober.

Where the hell are we, man?

I got a bad feeling about this,

and this is another sign we should just go back.

What can go wrong on a fishing trip?

It's just Sam and the guys.

- Yeah. - We've done this before.

Everything could go wrong on a fishing trip.

That's like saying, "What could go wrong when you're flying

an airplane?", you know?

Well, no, no, well, statistically speaking,

it's safer to fly than to drive on the US highways.

- There you go, fun facts, Barry. - That's a fact!

Yep.

Why do you have to make everything so literal?

I just meant that a lot of things can go wrong.

You know what? I've been reading

on the community message boards about this--

Oh, there he goes again with the fake news bullshit.

No, no, no, no, no, mainstream media is bullshit, okay?

I'm just saying, I've been reading some things.

This place is fucking haunted. They got ghosts and shit.

Ghost and shit. He just said, you--

Was that a real laugh?

No.

You wouldn't fake that shit, would you?

Only a psychopath laughs like that.

Ted Bundy had a laugh like that.

He did, yeah.

Man, fuck you guys.

Let's go, man.

We're out here just wasting time.

Yeah, let me get the door for you there.

I remember this place being bigger.

Well, you used to be high all the time and shit, so.

- You fucker. - Yeah.

You know how that is.

Entrez-vous.

Oh, man, when was the last time we were here?

Oh God, it's gotta be, I don't know,

four years, one month, and one week

almost to this very day.

God, wow!

Hey!

Mike!

What the fuck?

It better not be like this the whole fucking time, man.

Really?

Well, come on, man. We always bunk together.

I just figured you'd sleep on the couch.

Yeah, well, why would I do that?

Because technically you live on a couch.

Well, you're not serious, are you?

No, he isn't.

Tell him, Mike.

Tell him what?

That you're willing to bunk with him.

Thanks, man.

Yeah.

So, uh, how's the real estate business, Barry?

It's going good. Yeah.

- Last year was good. - Mm-hmm.

The year before that was amazing.

This year, though, it's just been--

- It's been a bit slow. - Oh, come on.

Listen to this guy going, "Good."

You know he bought Donna a brand-new Tesla, right?

Upgraded the Ford to an F-350. He's got the Infiniti out there.

Man, you're killing it.

That's good, man. I'm proud of you.

Yeah, come on.

Thanks. Thank-- thanks, guys.

Thank you.

What about you, Jay?

Huh?

What-- what about me, what?

Are you listening to anything we're saying here?

A job. Have you got a job?

Job. Ha!

Uh, I'm fucking this 50-year-old cougar.

She's paying me.

I'm, you know, picking up groceries,

I'm cleaning the house, that kind of thing.

No one's talking about your QAnon sex life, Jay.

He asked if you had a job. You don't have a job.

You don't have a home.

That's why you sleep on my couch,

and you spend your days talking to fucking nutjobs online

and jerking off to God knows what.

Yeah, well, at least I got friends I talk to.

If you died tomorrow, no one would even notice.

The fuck you talking about?

I'm saying that you don't have any friends

and no one cares about you.

To be honest, I kind of-- I feel sorry for you.

I have friends.

Name me one friend you got.

- Paul Dorsey. - You work with him.

All right, well, fine. You're my friend.

I'm your brother.

Sam and Barry.

Sam, you haven't talked to in years.

Barry, you only talk to if you need something.

Let's face it, Mike, you have no one in your life.

You have no friends, and you've got these okay looks

and everything like that,

but you're really not getting any pussy.

Let's face it, you might be the most pathetic person

- I've ever-- - Shut the fuck up!

Enough!

Fucking cunt.

So, Mike, where are you teaching these days?

Uh, I'm up in Melrose now.

What's a guy like you doing in a shithole like that?

Everyone's gotta be somewhere, Sam.

Hm. How's it working out?

What it lacks in charm, it makes up for in character.

Yeah.

You know what's funny?

This guy can't hold a job for more than a year,

but I'm the one that's the fuckup, right?

Yeah, what? Walk away.

What?

Your anger's way out of control!

Fucking bullshit.

What's that you're smoking? Is that an e-cigarette?

Go fuck yourself.

Come on, give me a taste of it. What is it?

Blueberry Bliss.

Oh!

That's fucking disgusting.

Yeah.

Oh, jeez.

Ah.

Hey.

You good, man?

Uh, look, I-- I gotta be honest with you, Sam.

I figured you would have moved back to Scotland years ago.

I mean, you know, after everything that happened.

And be with your family.

Yeah, well, there's not a lot of family there anymore.

Anyway, my-- my family's here, right?

What about you? You're good?

Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

Well, just everything that's going on back in there.

You know he lives with me now. Yeah.

And because he's on parole, so he can't get a job,

and 'cause he can't get a job, he's got no money.

So he's got no money, so he sleeps on my couch.

Yeah, I get it.

No, I mean honestly, Sam...

Part of me wishes that he was still getting arrested and shit,

so I wouldn't have to take care of him.

Hey, whoa, whoa.

- Come on. Don't say that. - I'm being honest with you.

You have no idea the level of sacrifice

that I've had to make for him.

You don't know what you're saying.

No, I know.

The other day, he leaves the oven on all night

because he forgot to bake himself a pizza.

He could've gotten us--

No, he could've gotten us killed!

Do you know what you're talking about right now?

- What? - Family.

- Oh, come on. - Yeah.

Take it from someone who knows, it's better to have family

than not have 'em at all. Okay?

I-- well, I didn't-- I didn't mean it like that.

Yeah, you did mean it like that, and I know, because

I was the same.

Look, shit happens, right?

Life, life changes and one day you're gonna look back on this

and wish you could take those words back, but you can't.

I used to be a father.

It was the best thing that ever happened to me,

and I am not a father anymore.

I-- I don't know, just...

...don't be so hard on Jay, all right?

'Cause you never know

when you're gonna have to stop being a brother.

Hey!

Why don't we just go one by one?

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Right?

You are like the worst storyteller in the history

of the fucking world, Mike.

Everyone is always saying that.

You're always making yourself the fucking hero

in this thing.

Sorry, I can't.

That would've been biased.

I was--

Jay.

I-- I thought you said he-- he wasn't doing drugs.

He isn't.

Fucking sleeping on the fuck-- fucking table.

Oh God, I don't-- I don't feel...

Oh, God.

What's going on?

Sam, how am I supposed to get-- Sam! Sam.

Jay? Oh God, I don't know. Fuck, I don't feel so good.

Sam?

Sam, call, call an ambulance. Oh, God.

What the fuck?

Mike.

Mike! Mike! Mike. Mike, Mike, Mike.

Hey, hey, hey, you with me? Hey.

- Yeah. - Oh, fuck.

I know, I know.

- What the fuck? - Fuck.

What the fuck is going on?

Hey.

Barry.

Barry!

Barry.

Holy fuck, is he dead?

Barry, wake up!

- No, he's drooling. - Uh-huh.

He's drooling all over himself.

Oh, thank God. Hey, Barry.

Where are we?

What's going on? What's going on?

Oh my God.

Holy shit.

Oh, I'm having déjà vu right now.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Uh-huh, déjà vu. Déjà vu. - Déjà vu? Déjà vu?

Shut the fuck up, Mike. Listen to me.

I've been here in this exact moment before,

I swear to fucking God.

I've been having some weird fucking dreams lately, Barry,

I swear, man.

You know, I read somewhere...

...that three out of four people going through withdrawal

do experience night terrors, so that--

that could be a thing.

I've been sober for a fucking year, Barry.

You think I'm still going through withdrawal?

Sober?

You've been drinking this whole time,

this whole time.

Okay, so I'm like, I'm like LA sober, you know?

I've been having some light beer and smoking a little pot,

but I'm not-- I'm not doing the heavy drinking

or the crystal meth anymore, I swear to fucking God.

- Fuck. - Who's that?

Sam?

What is this, some kind of fucking game?

Well, that depends on you.

Depends on what?

It was Christmas morning.

I spoiled her that year.

You know, I had to work double shifts for three weeks

just to pay for everything.

Holy shit, is that a gun?

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, have you gone insane?

Oh, I have never felt more sane in my entire life.

Holy shit, that's a gun.

I don't like guns. I don't like guns.

I don't, I don't like guns.

You know, it's amazing how fast the last four years have gone.

First week, everybody's running around,

trying to figure out what happened.

The police, they're actually doing their job.

And you hang on to this-- this tiny, tiny

sliver of hope.

So a month goes by, but still nothing.

And then a year goes by,

and your wife divorces you, and you move out of

the family home, and you move

into some shitty fucking apartment,

and you just...

...you just stare at those boxes.

You don't even open them.

You're either drunk or you're-- you're passed out.

But then, out of nowhere, you pick yourself up.

You-- you start to follow your routine, you know,

and you go through everything meticulously,

bit by fucking bit, hoping to find something.

And then...

...then it happens.

You find it.

I mean, it sounds like a cliché, right?

But...

...it was there all the time.

A diary entry in her school notebook.

I mean, was I fucking naive to miss it?

You see, that diary entry...

it tells me that one of you

were involved in her disappearance.

Involved in her disappearance?

Sam, are you kidding me?

Do any of you recognize this?

- Jay, do you recognize this? - I don't.

Christ, Sam, let us go.

If the diary entry says something,

then we'll figure this shit out, man.

But you gotta let us go.

You want me-- want me to read it?

Oh, yes.

Don't fucking read it.

He's got a fucking gun.

Jay.

He's got a gun.

"Dear diary, my birthday's coming up.

I really want a phone.

All my friends have one, but my parents said not until...

...middle school.

Daddy's friend said he might get me one.

He always buys me the best gifts,

but he told me that I can't tell Mom and Dad.

I don't see him much, but when I do,

we sometimes play funny--

We play funny games, and they all have a fishing trip

coming up, so..."

- I can't read this fucking-- - Keep going.

I'm not reading this fucking thing.

Keep going!

"He said that he'll be thinking about me the whole time.

Love, Sophie.

P.S. Maybe next time I write,

I'll have a phone, and I hope it's purple."

Barry.

You got something to say?

Barry, did you--

It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

I didn't do it.

Is she talking about you?

Say something, Barry.

Jesus, Barry.

I swear to God, Barry, if you don't say something,

I will fucking kill you.

Is she talking about you?

What the fuck, Barry?

Tell me where my daughter is!

Oh, whoa! Hey!

I didn't do it! I didn't do it!

Holy shit! Sam, what the fuck?

No, I didn't do it.

Then why are you behaving like this, eh?

I hadn't talked to her or fucking talk--

I didn't see Sophie.

I just actually peed my pants, you fucking psycho.

What the fuck?

Sam, what the fuck, man? What the fuck?

- What's going on? - Fucking mind!

Mike, what is going on right now?

I don't fucking know.

- My leg. - You all right?

Fucking Christ, we got--

My fucking leg!

Your fucking leg.

Sam?

Holy shit! Sam, what the fuck?

- What the fuck? - Shit!

What the fuck is happening?

What the fuck, man?

- Are you okay? - Oh my God, your leg.

- Dude. - Oh fuck!

Oh my fucking God. Sam? Sam?

- Fuck! - Look, look at me. Look at me.

- Get me the fuck-- - Look at me right now.

Hey, what's happening?

What the fuck?

Hey, hey, look at me.

Hey! Did you have anything to do with this?

Me?

Sounds like something you'd do.

Fuck you, Mike. I'm not a fucking pedophile.

Fine. Fuck.

Jesus Christ. Barry, are you okay?

No, Mike, I'm-- Do I look okay to you?

I'm sorry, Barry. I was just fucking asking.

I got an idea. How about you stop asking?

Oh my God.

Fuck, well, he's clearly lost his fucking mind.

Fuck, we gotta get out of here.

We're tied to fucking chairs.

How the fuck are we gonna get out of here, Mike?

All right, hey, I got it. I got it.

All right, Jay, this is gonna sound a little bit harsh,

but hear me out.

- If you say you did it-- - Oh, fuck you!

Just please hear me the fuck out, right?

If you say you did it--

I didn't do it!

Besides, it's-- it's obvious that Barry fucking did it.

What do you mean it's obvious I did it?

Fucking stop. You, shut up.

Let me finish the fucking thought,

and I promise it's a good fucking plan.

Fucking speak, then.

Just speak, goddammit!

If you say that you did it, right, then he lets me

and Barry go,

and then we let you go, and we get the fuck out of here.

Uh-huh, yeah, yeah.

That's the plan?

Yeah, yeah, tha-- that's the plan.

That's-- that's the plan.

Wait, you want me to say that I killed his daughter

to a fucking insane person so that you two can get let go?

And then you're gonna what? You're gonna come back,

and you're gonna-- you're gonna let me go?

What, after he murders me? No, no, no.

No fucking thank you.

And besides, we both know Barry fucking did it!

Hey, man, that's twice now you said I did it.

Why is that?

'Cause Mike and I, we're like-- we're normal dudes,

but you-- you're-- you're, well, you-- you're a freak, Barry.

I'm sorry.

What do you mean "a freak"?

You know what I mean.

No, I don't.

You know what I mean.

Well, I don't know what you mean.

Then maybe you should talk to your wife.

Don't you fucking say a thing about my wife!

Or what? What are you gonna do, Barry? Huh?

What are you gonna do?

Fuck you, you-- you heroin piece of shit baby.

Baby? Baby?

I'm not the one who pissed my pants, Barry.

Well, he-- he had, um, beat me with a hammer.

Oh, don't play that shit.

You pissed your pants way before he beat you with a hammer.

I smell it. I still smell it right now.

I win?

Yeah?

I get to go?

Let me be crystal fucking clear.

Not one of you is leaving here tonight

until I get a confession.

Now, I have six bullets in this gun,

but I only need three.

Are you even hearing yourself?

He's a pussy.

You don't have the fucking balls to pull that trigger.

You know what? Actually, I dare you.

I dare you to pull that fucking trigger.

Oh, fuck!

Oh!

Ahh! Fuck!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Ooh.

Oh, hey, Sam.

You gonna kill me?

Fuck, you're gonna kill me.

Okay, can you just do it fast, then?

Or do it slow.

Fuck! Jesus! Ah!

Whatever you want, just do it. Just don't kill me, you know?

Fuck, I can't-- I can't hear you.

What is this, something out of a fucking Law & Order episode?

Dun-dun.

Come on, man, I don't even know what I'm doing here.

I-- you know, even though I didn't do anything.

What? What? What do you mean?

- Ah. - What about Swindon High School?

What are you doing?

What did you say? Did you say Swindon High?

Mike, Mike, I can't hear you.

Did you say Swindon, Swindon High?

Did you do something there, Mike?

Emma Dobbins. Emma Dobbins.

Fuck, Barry, what the fuck?

Emma, w-- was one-- one of his students.

She was, what, uh, 14.

Yeah, she was 14, and she also admitted that she lied.

Barry, do you really think they'd still let me be a teacher

if I was a pedophile?

I'm not following.

Can you guys talk just a little bit louder

or slow down?

I'm trying to read your lips right now.

I got Swindon High and Emma. Emma. Emma?

Why'd you have a restraining order

from Christina, Barry?

You know who I'm talking about, Barry.

Christina, Gary Huntley's little sister.

You-- you have that in there?

Where did you go on that day, Mike?

What day?

February the 1st, 2020,

the day that my daughter disappeared.

I was attending the same wedding that you were, Sam.

And if you wanna talk stories, why don't we tell Sam

about Sheila?

Sheila? I thought it was Emma. Is it Sheila?

My bad, I thought it was Emma.

No, Mr. Family Man, sending dick pics

to his sexy little assistant.

I-- I mean, it was-- it was only for--

for-- for-- for three months or something,

'cause I-- I was young, man,

and I-- I just didn't know how to go about things

at the time.

This is your file, Jay.

Why is your file so much bigger than everyone else's?

I've lived a fucking hell of a life, man.

Where-- where did you get that?

My brother's been a fucking disaster.

Anytime I've needed somebody, you were there.

No, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No. Fuck no, man.

I don't fuck with that, okay? I just sold some drugs.

Yeah, that's right, Barry.

I saw the texts,

and they weren't meant for fucking Donna.

They were meant for your sexy little assistant there,

who, by the way, did not get her job

based on her fucking qualifications.

How the fuck did you see those text messages?

Yeah, well, who do you think she sent 'em to

when it was all happening?

I think I'm good.

I'm back, guys. My ear popped.

I wanna help you figure this out,

but what you're doing here, you're out of your mind.

And I don't know what's going on here,

but I-- I get it, man.

You gotta do what you gotta do, right?

If I were you, I would look at fucking Barry, right?

He said what? What? Jay said that?

Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

You piece of shit.

And you held that from me?

Do you know how much I had to go through for that?

You're into some weird shit, too, Barry.

Golden showers, autoerotic asphyxiation. Huh?

You're a fucking weirdo, man.

Hey, fuck you, Mike! Fuck you.

I'm starting to believe that you might have actually done it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've been saying that this whole time.

Jay, if you don't shut up, I'll fucking kill you.

What are you gonna do, huh? What are you gonna fucking do?

Is it true what he's saying, Barry?

You're sending dick pics to your secretary?

I, uh...

Yeah.

Oh, you had me fooled, you one sick fuck.

Listen, I got this weird fire in me that I just, I...

I can't control.

But Sam, listen, I have nothing to do with--

with Sophie's disappearance, okay?

I-- I don't know where she is.

Yeah, I like weird and kinky shit.

And I like young girls, but when I say young,

I mean in their 20s, okay?

Jesus Christ, not children, okay?

I thought I knew you, Barry.

I don't know you anymore.

After reading this shit.

What am I supposed to do, huh? You completely shut down.

You were gone, drunk in your own shit.

Well, I wouldn't believe everything

that I read, you know?

You-- you don't believe everything you read.

Listen, I fell in with the wrong fucking crowd.

I'm one of those stories, man, that you always hear about.

Have you thought about maybe the fact that you're reading

the diary wrong?

Well, how about you-- you untie me,

we can have a beer, get some snacks I got, you know,

we, you know, we-- we-- we could just talk, man.

It don't have to be like this, though.

I don't know exactly what you're going through,

but I know a little bit-- I don't--

No, I don't know anything. I s-- That came out wrong.

Isn't it possible, isn't it with-- within the realm

of possibilities that you might be wrong?

The last thing I need right now is a drink.

Okay, we-- we-- we could do a seltzer.

So you're gonna let me go? Yeah?

I'm not done with you, Jay.

You're not done with-- But it's not me.

Fuck Jay. You're my brother.

Where did you get that?

Did you get that from Detective Buchanan? Buchanan?

Buchanan, he fucking hated me. I wouldn't trust anything

that's in there, okay?

I need to find answers tonight,

and I'm sorry that I hurt you, but if it is you...

...I can't be responsible for what I'll do.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, Dad.

Oh, fuck. My head is fucking pounding.

Do you guys have a headache?

What the fuck is he putting in the water, man?

And now he's got me over here away from you guys,

and I don't like it, I don't like it.

I don't like being alone right now.

What the fuck is going on?

I'm so fucking cold, but I'm sweating.

Ooh, God, he's gonna fucking kill us.

I hope he doesn't fucking kill us.

You know, honestly, if he kills us,

this is probably gonna be front-page news, though,

you know?

But they're probably gonna use

that fucking mugshot from Vermont.

I hope they use the one from Indiana.

That was so much fucking better.

Fuck! You know, you guys know about those movies, you know,

when people talk about, like, "Oh, I don't have any regrets"?

I have so many fucking regrets, man.

I have so many fucking regrets. I'm such a fucking liar.

I mean, I lie about fucking everything,

and sometimes it's really for, like, good reasons, you know?

I mean, fuck, Mike, I lied about where you were the night

that Sophie went away, you know?

Wait, is this you, Jay?

What? About, like, the regrets and stuff like that?

Yeah, I have so many--

No, what you just said about Mike.

Oh, yeah, he's my brother.

Of course, I lied for him, you know?

- Sam! - He's lying.

- Sam! - Barry, shut the fuck up, ugh.

- Sam! Sam! - Barry, he's lying.

- Sam! - Barry, shut the fuck up!

Sam!

Barry, I swear that he's fucking lying.

- S-- - Oh, shit.

Fuck!

So are you guys ready to talk?

No, no, Sam, whatever he says, please listen to me.

He's lying.

Sam, you need to hear this.

No, he doesn't.

Jay, tell him what you just said.

Jay, please.

Jay, tell him what you just said!

Jay, please--

- About what? - Don't.

Tell Sam about the fake alibi.

Don't listen to him.

- Um-- - He's lying.

So Detective Buchanan, he-- he came to me the week

that Sophie went, you know, uh, missing,

and, uh, I knew that Mike had told him that

he had taken me home from the Wesley wedding,

but-- but he didn't, because--

I went home with a bridesmaid.

Which one?

The bigger one, the-- has the money, you know?

Sam, come on.

Now you can't actually be buying this shit.

He's fucking playing you.

For once in your life, can you just stop talking?

Continue, Jay.

Yeah, so uh, Detective Buchanan, he asked me

if Mike had taken me home from the wedding,

and I said, yes, which was a lie, you know?

But he's my brother.

Of course, I was gonna vouch for him, you know?

But you know, that piece of--

No, that's not-- that's not true.

I took you home after the fucking wedding.

I even looked after him

after he was getting out of his fucking mind.

- Wait, no, you didn't. - Yes, I-- I did, Sam, I swear.

So you have no idea where your brother was?

I got no fucking clue.

Where were you, Mike?

All right, fine, fine.

Look, I'll tell you where I was, but you have to let me fin--

See? I fucking knew it, you fucking liar.

Who's the liar now, huh? Told you.

Shut the fuck up, Jay.

Oh, you better start talking.

All right. You remember Karen, I was dating at the time?

Yeah, Mr. Armstrong's daughter.

Yeah. Look, she wanted to get married, have kids,

you know, do the whole fucking family thing, but...

I was fucking this girl on the side, Anna.

- Anna? - Yeah. Anna.

That's the best you got?

Please, Sam, just let me finish. I can explain. All right?

Well, 'cause we all knew Mr. Armstrong was a great man,

and...

We all respected him.

I-- I didn't want him to find out I had a side piece.

All right, so who's Anna?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Was a great man?

What are you--

Why are y'all talking like Mr. Armstrong's dead?

'Cause he is.

What? No.

Yeah, he is.

Like, when?

Um, two years ago.

Damn. How?

Lung cancer. You ain't hear about that?

Man, fuck cancer, man.

Shut the fuck up, Jay.

Sorry.

So who's Anna?

You know Anna.

No, I don't know who Anna is.

Uh, yeah, you do.

The only Anna I know is my ex-sister-in-law.

Yeah, that one!

Is that true what he's saying, Mike?

I went home with her after the wedding.

It's why I had Jay lie about it.

I mean, she's fucking married for Christ sakes, man.

I'm sorry.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Uh, yes, hello?

Hey, it's Sam.

Wait, what's going on?

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Do you mind, um, stepping away?

I don't want Chris to hear any of this.

It's something personal.

Chris is not here,

but what do you mean "personal"?

Look, this might sound a little rude,

but, um, I don't really care.

It's not like we see each other anymore.

I just need the truth. Were you seeing Mike?

What? Mike, your friend?

Sam, this is a very sick question.

Is this supposed to be funny?

I don't understand how you have the nerve to call me and ask me

something personal as this. Is everything okay?

Are-- are you drunk?

I don't care what the answer is, all right?

If you tell me the truth, then I don't tell anybody

about this.

It stays between you and me.

This is your last chance. Were you fucking Mike?

It's not what you think.

Me and Chris were going through a terrible phase,

and Mike and I always hit it off.

He was sweet and kind. It just kinda happened.

One last thing.

You can't tell anyone.

The night of Wesley's wedding, did you and Mike

spend the night together?

I mean, we were seeing each other

at the time, so yeah, the timeline matches.

I told you.

Mike, I'm sorry.

That's on me, man. I'm...

I'm not very good with pressure, you know, and...

...I'm sorry.

Fuck you, man.

You could have gotten me killed.

I know. I wasn't thinking.

You never do.

I'm done with these fucking games, man.

Are you ready to admit that you were wrong?

Are you willing to admit that this whole thing was

a fucking mistake?

Just one giant fucking nightmare.

You were wrong.

Admit it. Let us go.

You gotta let us go.

Sam, come on.

You gotta let us go, man.

It's not us. It's not.

Yes?

Hey, it's me again.

I just realized Mike left early from the wedding,

said he was sick, something to do with the food.

That's why he isn't on the group photo with us.

I was one of the last to leave, as were you and Emily.

It's also the night Chris hit his head--

Sam, I can explain. I swear. Sam, please.

Sam--

You lying bastard!

I swear I can explain. Please, please.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop!

- Hey! Hey! Stop! - Stop, Sam!

- Stop! - Sam, don't do it.

- It's a misunderstanding. - No, you stop it!

- That's what it is. - Sam-- Stop it!

Don't do it, it's a misunderstanding.

What the fuck are you doing?

- No, no! Let him go! - Stop!

- Goddammit! - Sam!

- Mike! - Come on!

Are you insane? What the fuck, man?

Oh!

What are you doing?

Sam! No, Sam!

Hey, Mike, Mike, can you hear me, Mike?

Hey, I swear to fucking God! I swear to fucking God,

I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna fucking--

Mike, Mike, are you okay? You okay?

I swear to God. Fucking Sam! Sam, stop. Fuck!

Barry, we gotta do something.

Barry, Barry, stop fucking crying,

do something.

Do something, Barry.

Now, you listen to me, you lying bastard.

We can be here as long as you like,

but I know you, Mike, and I know you ain't gonna

withstand any torture.

And by the time I'm finished with you...

...you're gonna confess to everything.

One left for you.

No, no.

No.

Say her name.

No!

Say her name.

Say her name!

Say her name! Say her fucking name!

I didn't do it, you fucking psycho.

I'm a fucking psycho? I'm the fucking psycho?

Tell me where my fucking daughter is!

Tell me!

Where is she? Where is she?

Where's my fucking daughter, you fucking cunt!

You cunt!

Barry, you still with me? You still with me, Barry?

No!

Barry, you gotta stop crying right now.

- I'm trying! - You're the man with the plan.

You gotta come up with something right now.

Okay, okay. Sam!

No, that's not gonna fucking do it, okay?

We gotta fucking do something, please.

- Barry, tell me-- - Why me? Why not you?

You're the-- you're the doer.

You're the doer, Barry.

You're the man, you gotta tell me what to do.

I'm just a shit talker, I don't actually do anything. Please!

You're right, you're right.

I know that I'm right! Please, he's gonna kill him

if we don't do something right now.

Okay, let me think about it.

- Okay, okay. - Let me think.

What do you got?

- Jay, I got it. - Okay.

Well, statistically speaking, the likelihood of him

letting us go is pretty high after he kills your brother.

You okay with that?

No, I'm not okay with that, Barry!

- Oh. - Come on, man.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Hey, hey.

Yeah?

I got an idea.

Yeah?

We may be able to chew through this tape.

Chew through? Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

You-- you-- you-- you get over here.

No, you come towards me.

I can't, I got the leg thing, the leg thing, man.

- The leg? - Yeah, the leg.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

So you come over here.

- I will. - I got time, I'll wait.

How about you cough when I fall?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I-- I don't--

- I don't hear anything. - Ooh, okay. All right.

1, 2, 3, or 3, 2, 1?

J-- just go, man.

Did you fall?

- Yeah. - You did? Okay.

Okay, now what?

I ain't think that far yet.

Damn it, fucking Barry.

Hey, listen to me, Sam.

Sam, Sam.

Listen, I know, and I can't even begin to understand

the pain that you're in, but this,

this is a huge mistake.

What happened to you is terrible.

No human should ever have to go through

what you went through.

But your need for someone to blame

is clouding your judgment.

I know that you blame yourself, too.

It's not your fault, Sam.

I was supposed to protect her.

Sam...

There's nothing you could have done.

And instead of us fighting each other, man,

we-- we should-- we should be working together.

Sam, look at me. We're your friends.

You don't turn on your friends.

I don't turn on mine.

You remember 4th of July '06?

Your fight with Eric Hull,

and you beat him so savagely

that you put him in the hospital,

and you thought you were gonna get deported to Glasgow?

If I hadn't covered for you,

you never would've gone on those dates with Emily.

Do you really think that I could be responsible for Sophie?

Sam, you gotta let us go.

None of us did this, I promise you.

If I let you go...

...can you forgive me?

Yeah, I can.

What about the other guys?

Jay, yeah.

Barry, he may-- he may take a while.

Just bite it! Bite it.

Just bite it, Barry.

Come on, use those fucking teeth.

Use the teeth.

Use the damn-- bite it!

Oh, yes.

- Oh, oh. Whew. - Oh, shit.

Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on.

- Fuck. - You free, Jay? You free?

- Ooh! - Are you free?

- Hold on, hold on, hold on. - Yeah.

Yo, you almost there? Hmm?

Honestly, he didn't get us in here very good.

You good?

- Ah! - You got it?

Almost. Ooh.

- That's fucking-- - Good.

We're getting out of here, bud.

- Okay. Okay. - We're getting out of here.

- Okay. All right. All right. - Hold on.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Okay. Jay, what are you doing?

- What are you doing? - Oh.

- Hey, man. - Okay, okay. I just--

Hey, untie me now. Untie me. I'm ready, I'm ready.

- Okay. - I'm ready. Untie me.

- No. - Huh? What do you mean "no"?

- I'm gonna go get help. Okay? - Hey, don't play with me, Jay.

- No. - Jay, don't play with me, man!

You got your knee, okay?

- So? - You're just gonna slow me down.

- No, I'm not. - I'm gonna be the hero.

- I promise I-- - I'm gonna go get help.

- I wanna be a hero, too, man. - No, you--

I'm gonna let them know that this was your plan,

you're a major part of this and everything, okay?

- I'm gonna make sure they know. - Jay, don't play...

I'm gonna go and I'm gonna save everybody. I'll be right back.

Jay, I will throw this fucking chair at you.

- I'm gonna go get help. - Don't play with me, Jay.

I'm gonna go get help.

- Get-- - I'm out of here.

Jay! Jay! Jay.

Fucking, I'm gonna die here.

Mike! Mike!

Mike? Mike?

What?

You okay?

What do you mean?

Like, how you holding up?

Um, pretty terrible, Barry. How are you?

Never been worse, Mike. Never been worse, man.

Yo, Mike!

Hey, Jay, Jay left.

He-- he said he's gonna get some help, and he'll be back.

You believe that?

I don't. Nope, I don't.

Didn't Sam run after him?

Well, I-- I ain't see it, but he was close to his heels

from what I could hear.

Well, there you have it. There you have it.

So you don't think he gonna pull it off?

I don't.

Has my brother ever given you a reason to believe in him?

That's a good point, Mike.

There you have it. Uh...

Yo, Mike!

What?

I love you, man.

- I love you, too. - Huh?

I ain't hear the last thing you said, Mike.

What'd you say?

I said, I know, Barry. I'll-- I'll take care of this.

Just hang tight.

You sure that's what you said?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what I said.

Okay.

Hey, Barry.

Hmm?

I love you.

What?

Oh, fuck.

Ooh, oh!

No, wait! Oh, fuck!

You son of a bitch, you left me.

He threw me down the stairs. Did you hear that?

My back is broken.

What do you mean?

He broke my back.

Your vertebrae?

No, spinal.

Oh, shit. Where'd you go? Where'd you go?

Huh? What?

I'm just curious. Where-- where'd you go?

He's gonna kill me, Barry. You gotta do something.

I ain't doing shit.

You gotta do something! Oh, fuck.

- What do you know, Jay, hm? - What do you know?

I don't-- I-- I don't know anything.

Oh, you know something, Jay.

- I'm missing something. - You know something!

I never know anything. I don't know anything.

You know something, Jay. You always get your finger in it.

You always know something.

No, I never know anything!

Oh, yeah, you do. Yeah, you do.

- Why did you run? - Why'd you run, man?

Because you're trying to kill people, man!

Do I look like I wanna kill someone?

Yes, you look like you're gonna kill someone.

I want answers, Jay!

Why don't they check the phone,

the newspapers, everything?

It had the phone in it, right?

What do you know about the phone?

the phone!

What do you know about the phone?

I don't know, I don't know anything about the phone.

You just need to try to-- No, no, no!

Hey, the photo was in the news.

- Hey. Hey. - It was in the news.

What do you know about the phone, Jay?

- Tell me about the phone. - I don’t--

What do you know about the phone?

What do you know about the phone?

Tell me what you know about the phone!

Tell me about the phone!

Tell me about the phone!

Tell me about the phone!

Ahh. Come on.

Fuck, come on.

Stop, no!

Just don't! Don't, stop!

Check the phone. No!

Tell me what you know about the phone!

What do you know about the phone?

Stop!

- Why, why? - Why?

It mentioned the purple phone in the diary.

- That's only one-- - What do you know?

Hey!

Tell me about the phone!

It's in the diary.

Jay.

In the diary.

Fuck, you told me, you told me it was in the diary.

I read it, that's the only reason I know.

The diary that you made me read earlier.

Oh my God.

That's how I know about the phone.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Ah! Ah!

Come on, come on.

This has gone on for too long.

It was never meant to go this far.

I just need one of you to tell me what you know.

Tell me where Sophie is and I'll let you go.

I-- I won't even tell the police,

anything that we talk about stays in this cabin.

Can I get some water?

Yeah, can I-- can I get some water, too, please?

Please.

Yeah.

Here.

Oh.

I'm okay.

Oh, shit. That must be Donna.

You have a phone?

You have a ph-- you have a phone.

I could have called somebody. I could've...

I'm-- I'm sorry.

You had a fucking phone.

I'm sorry. It slipped my mind.

Yeah, it slipped my mind.

I've been going through a lot today, okay?

I could've-- I could've used that.

I could have called everybody, told 'em what was going on.

You had a fucking phone this whole fucking time?

Wait, wait, why is she calling you now?

What do you mean?

Well, knowing Donna,

she would've called you first thing in the morning,

repeatedly.

That is true. Why is she calling me now?

'Cause I moved the bags. You're in reception now.

Oh, Jesus Christ, she's gonna fucking kill me.

She's been calling this whole fucking time!

She's gonna call again, and a...

You had a phone.

She's gonna-- she-- she's gonna call again

and again if I don't answer.

You had a phone. You had a phone.

You-- you had a fucking phone.

Fucking crazy, she's crazy.

What the fuck did you put in the water, man?

Jesus Christ, you're gonna fucking kill 'em.

You had a phone the whole time.

All right, Barry.

Barry!

I'm gonna let you talk to her, all right?

But remember, I've got two bullets in this gun.

I will not let you down, mister.

- Don't you do it. - I will not.

Don't let him down. Don't do it.

Trust me, man. Trust me.

Hello? Barry?

All right.

- Barry? - Hey, hey, honey. Hey, hey.

Mm-hmm.

He called her "honey."

We're in the-- we're in the--

Oh no, we're having a good time.

- We had a great time. - Great time.

Mm-hmm.

I didn't ask--

Um, that was because-- there was just no service.

You know the woods, you know, it's just sketchy out here

in the... Mm-hmm.

...answered any of my calls.

Oh no, here's the thing.

I didn't have any service. Three, three, I had three beers.

Yes, I had three beers.

I almost told you two, we had three beers.

Oh, don't tell me--

No, I'm not drunk. You drunk? Are you drunk?

Barry, you lied to me.

Honey, hey, I can't hear you.

Tell, tell Buster to slow down.

Tell him to slow down. Why is he--

He's always moving so fast. Why--

What are you doing?

I didn't mess up. I didn't mess up.

Give me the phone. Call her back.

Call her back. I didn't say bye.

Who's Buster?

What are you talking about, mister?

Listen to me, Barry.

Mm.

Who's Buster?

Buster Douglas, the boxer?

There it is, attacking him.

Mike Tyson beat him up. He's better than Mike Tyson--

Buster is your dog.

- Ohh. - Ohh.

That is-- that's my dog. He's a Rhodesian Ridgeback.

He's just such a big puppy. He's so big.

I love that guy.

He's, you know, he's-- he's like a good,

like, dark brown--

"A loyal companion."

She just loves pet--

"Brave and kind,

a dog named Buster forever in our heart.

With every wag of his tail, in our memories

he'll never depart."

That poem sucks.

I can write a better poem than that.

I have a secret.

Barry's got a secret.

- I got a secret. - You got a secret?

You wanna hear it? You wanna hear it?

- Barry's got a secret. - Got a secret.

Barry's got a secret.

Wait, wait, wait, let me think about what it is.

I-- I already just forgot what it was.

Barry, how does Sophie know Buster?

She met him.

Oh.

When?

S-- so here's the thing, right?

I went to go meet up with Emily, and I brought Buster--

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what were you doing

meeting with Emily?

How do you think your foreclosure got paid off?

How does he not know?

He doesn't know. He doesn't know.

Look at his face. He doesn't--

It's a surprise. Surprise!

You're broke as a fucking joke.

That's it!

I paid the foreclosure,

and she's been paying me back monthly.

You've been paying his foreclosure.

She knew you wouldn't go for it, and so we had to.

You know, you're-- you were gonna lose your home.

Didn't even know. What a fucking loser.

He's such a loser!

No wonder Emily fucking left him.

She left his ass.

I'd leave him, too.

- I paid the mortgage. - He doesn't have--

I paid his half. I paid it.

- I paid it. - What a loser.

He's just a fucking lose-- Look at his face.

He looks so sad. He looks so sad.

He doesn't have any money. I don't have any money.

You're broke, and you don't have anything or anyone,

just like me.

We're the same.

He's so broke. He's just broke.

Broke as a joke.

You're like me. You don't have any money.

Broke as a joke. Broke as a joke.

Oh my God, we're the same.

Broke as a joke.

We're the same, you and me.

We're the same.

Fucking loser.

You didn't have any money. I don't have any money.

We're the same.

He's been paying for your foreclosure,

and you had no clue!

No clue.

He's a fucking loser.

Hey.

Hey.

You know she did the right thing in taking the loan, right?

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I mean, she probably asked you to do it, and you said no.

And she swallowed her pride...

Something you've never been able to do,

and she asked for the money

so you'd have a roof over your head.

Sam, we all got secrets.

I think we pretty much proved that today.

And none of us are perfect, man, but we're-- we're not killers.

What have I gotten into?

Sam, you're a father.

Any one of us would've done the same thing.

I'm so--

What are you doing? Oh, shit!

Oh my God, about time.

- Yeah? - Oh--

Oh, thank fucking God.

Hey. Hey, Sam, get me next. Get me next, man.

Oh, Barry, we're going home, buddy.

Oh, shit.

Oh my God.

Oh, come on.

This hard-ass chair, too, man.

- It's so-- - Mike, Mike.

Yeah.

Mike, we're going home, buddy.

Yeah. Gotta get me, get me, get me.

Ah.

- We got one more. - Oh, man.

Oh, Barry--

- You got it? - Oh God, thank you.

- You all right? - I'll be better soon.

- I'll be better soon, man. - Yes!

Help me up, man. No, help me up.

My legs, man, they're like jello.

Get me, get me, get me, get me, get me.

Come on.

- Oh, man! - Oh, no!

- Mike, what are you doing? - Oh, Mike!

- Goddamn! - Get him!

- Come on, man! - Get him!

Now come get me, come get me!

- Get off of him! - Oh!

Get him, Mike!

Get him!

Come on!

- Ah! - Kill him!

- No, no! - Get him!

Come on, Mike!

Do it, Mike!

What?

Fuck! What the fuck?

Fuck, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- What the fuck did you do? - No! Fuck.

Sam, we need to take him to the hospital.

- He could die. Please. - No.

Jesus, Barry, stop being so fucking dramatic.

I'm sorry, I'm not used to seeing a friend get shot.

It's-- What the fuck?

It's okay. I'm fine.

You think so?

No, I'm joking, man.

- Oh, shit. - I'm fucking dying.

Wait, is that a joke, too?

No.

I really am.

No, no, really?

Yeah.

Hey, hey, look at me.

I need you to promise me something.

Stop fucking talking like this, man.

Just shut up, Jay, please.

Just fucking promise me something, okay?

Please, just stop being a weasel.

Now, get your shit together.

- Stop talking like that. - No, Jay.

I mean it.

- Hey-- - Yeah?

You're a good kid.

No, I'm not.

And you, hey, I may have-- I may have talked

a little bit of shit, huh?

But you're a good man, Barry.

What you did for him, you're a good man.

I almost had you.

Almost.

You gonna be okay?

I think I may need to go to the hospital,

and then I'm gonna go to jail for murder.

No, no, no, no, no, see, no, it was an accident.

All you gotta do is just let us go,

and we'll go to the next hospital.

- Barry-- - We can do it.

We can save all of this, I know we can!

Enough of that, man.

I'm fucking, I'm dying. It's done.

All right?

Look, you guys all need to make a pact, all right?

Look, hey, what happened here in the last 24 hours

stays in this group, all right?

- Just get rid of me. - Shut the fuck up.

- No, no. - Stop talking like this.

- Just get rid of me. - No.

Stop talking like this.

Stop talking that bullshit, man, stop!

It's all good.

Just get rid of me. Move on.

You remember Midnight Chrissy?

Yeah, I remember you telling the stories.

Yeah.

What did we call him? Uh, witness number--

2-1.

You ever wonder what happened to him?

Huh?

You remember my guess?

The oil tanks in Cambridge.

It's the best place to hide a body.

Wait.

W-- w-- w-- what are you talking about, Mike?

Why no one ever looked there is always... crazy to me.

Which one?

The yellow one.

- Oh! - Oh, shit!

- Mike! - No, no! Shit!

- Oh, fuck! - Oh my God!

- Mike! - Mike.

- Sam, what the fuck? - Mike!

- Mike, get up. - Mike, are you okay?

- Get up! - You okay?

Sam, what did you do?

- Sam, what the fuck? - I don't know.

What the fuck are you doing?

Oh my God!

What the fuck? Mike! I'm not gonna--

No, no, no. Get me out of here.

This has gotta be a fucking nightmare.

- Sam, what did you do? - What the fuck?

I don't know...

No!

What the fuck, Barry?

Look at me, look at me, look at me, Barry!

What the fuck is happening?

Fuck!

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

When we were kids, there was somebody from our street

called "Midnight Chrissy" who disappeared.

We used to make up stories of where to find him.

But Mike always said, he said the old oil tank

by the old mall.

Him telling us that story was him somehow...

confessing to Sophie's disappearance.

I'm willing to bet you that's where we could find her body.

Here's what we do.

We call in an anonymous tip to the police.

We let 'em know where Sophie is.

He's right.

You're looking at life in prison for this.

Who's gonna call in the tip?

I can. I can do it.

I can keep my mouth shut. What about you two?

I'm not telling anybody about this.

And to be honest,

I never wanna see you guys ever again.

I'm good with that.

What do we do with the body?

Throw it in the lake.

Will that work?

Get me a knife.

I'll get the air out of his lungs.

No one will ever know.

Good evening. We start tonight with

a heartbreaking development in a case that has haunted

the Philadelphia area for over four years.

The remains of 10-year-old Sophie MacKenzie

has finally been discovered.

The tragic discovery was made last night at an abandoned

oil tank facility near Cambridge.

The discovery was made after an anonymous tip led authorities

to the site.

Sophie MacKenzie was just 10 years old

when she was last seen.

A body found in the desperate search

for missing 10-year-old.

...where that body was discovered,

and overnight,

several law enforcement sources tell me--

Found overnight just off this roadside--

...a body was discovered.

Investigators worked under the floodlights

of a fire truck.

...carrying the body out around 9:00 p.m.

Police haven't officially identified the body.

It is the missing 10-year-old.

...police later this morning. They tell me

their top priority now, identifying the suspect.