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Here you are. Where were you this morning? Rick's looking all over for you.
Have you seen Joey and Kincaid! God, I can't find them. I can't find them anywhere.
I'm sure they're around.
Yeah, I'm not so sure.
I love to dream, I just hate ones about my dad.
You could do worse.
My mom taught me when I was little. Did you ever hear of the dream master?
Sounds like a game show host to me.
No really, it's a fable. The 'guardian of good' dreams. It was like my teddy bear when I was growing up.
Great, you wouldn't happen to know his phone number?
I daydream. you have to dream about some place fun. Remember you're in control.
How'd you learn so much about dreams?
When they're all you have, you kinda become an expert.
You what?
When I used to have nightmares. I brought my friends in to help me. Until they all started dying.
Kristen, what happened?
You'll hear all kinds of stories. They'll tell you it was murder, but it wasn't.
Don't you think it kind of defeats the purpose?
What?
The mirror. You can't see yourself in it.
I don't want to.
Yeah. She'd be half as strict as you.
But she wouldn't let Dad treat me like that.
Look, you gotta stand up for yourself. Learn to fight back.
Rick...I can't.
Never say can't. Just do what I do.
Alice, you think you can leave?
What's wrong?
Kincaid and Joey died last night.
What?
You alright?
Kristen...
I heard you screaming. Was it a bad one?
It was bad.
Doesn't the dream master work for you anymore?
I can't find him.
Hey, since when do you play Thomas Edison? This looks like Sheila's.
It is...was. It's a zapper, it might help me stay awake.
Yeah, or turn you into toast.
I can't go back to sleep again.
I haven't slept much either. Since Kristen...
We'll figure it out.
Figure it out?!?! I'll be insane before I figure it out. The only thing I'm sure of is that I can't go to sleep. Not while he's using me.
Then we'll stay up together.
Okay, I'll take it all.
Excellent. we accept MasterCard and American Express.
Cash.
Alright. May I have your phone number, area code first?
No, you may not.
Okay. Fine.
I'm required by state law to inform you that, while it's perfectly legal for you to purchase these items, it is illegal for you to use them for any sort of...
Yeah, I know the spiel. If you could bag it, I'll be on my way, thank you.
Certainly, sir.
Your soninlaw dealt with the dry cleaning franchise during the day, saw that woman every night. The specifics are in the report, and information about the woman. It's unpleasant, I know. I apologize...
None too discreet, is he?
No, sir, he is not.
He's an imbecile. I tried to warn my daughter, but what can you do?
The um... you'll find my invoice in the envelope. If that's all...
Yes, Mister Welles, thank you.
Certainly, Senator. If I can ever be of further assistance.
Yes... I remember Mary
You... you do? You're sure? Please, Sister, will you take another look, make sure...
Yes. I remember her.
Do you know what happened to her?
I'm trying to find out. She was a runaway. I'm looking into it for her parents.
What is this?
Those are her belongings.
Her belongings?
That's her suitcase. I had forgotten it, till you showed me her picture.
Whatever possessed you to keep this all this time?
She was the kindest, sweetest girl you'd ever want to meet. Oh, I adored her. I supposed I always hoped she'd be back. After a time, all I could do was pray she had moved on to better things. Can you get this suitcase to her parents, if you think it's appropriate?
I'll do what I can.
Yes... ?
Hello, Mrs. Mathews, my name's Thomas Jones, I'm a state licensed investigator...
I've been hired as an independent contractor by the U.S. Resource Center for Missing Persons as part of an internal audit. If you have any time over the next few days, I'd like to make an appointment to ask some questions about the disappearance of your daughter.
I don't understand, who are... ?
I'm sorry, let me explain, the R.C.M.P. is a support organization and archive, not unlike the Center for Missing and Exploited Children in Washington. I'm sure you've dealt with them before?
Yes, but...
These volunteer organizations are sort of interconnected, functioning hand in hand with law enforcement. The R.C.M.P. brought me in to review their investigations... ... factcheck their records, see if there's anything they missed, anything they should be doing different. I'm here for a few days, before I head back up to Virginia. These reports go to the Justice Department eventually. I spoke to your F.B.I. contact a few days ago, uh...
What was the name... ? I've got it here somewhere...
Neil... Neil Cole.
Right, Agent Cole told me he'd call and let you know to expect me. He didn't call?
No.
Well, I'm following up on your daughter, Mary, height; five four, weight; hundred ten pounds, brown eyes, blonde hair. Born April 24, 1976. Missing June 11th, 1992. A runaway, that's how she's listed. Is this information correct... ?
It's very important you don't let this raise your expectations. It's not going to effect any ongoing efforts. All I'm saying is, please know, I'm not here to create any false hope.
They hired you. You're like, a private detective?
That's exactly what I am.
I didn't think there were private detectives anymore, except on TV.
You probably expect me to be wearing a trench coat and a hat. Drinking whiskey, chasing women and getting beaten up by guys with broken noses. Want to know what it's really like? It's sitting in a car and staring at a hotel window for three days straight, pissing in a plastic bottle, pardon me, because some guy thinks his wife's cheating on him. Glamorous, huh? And the guy who hired you, he has a hairlip, dandruff and crooked teeth, and you could have told him the minute you laid eyes on him his wife's cheating, and you don't blame her.
So, she didn't leave a note? She never gave any indication where she might go, before she left?
No.
She just seemed... depressed... ?
She didn't seem herself. For months there never was any way to get her to talk about it. One night we went to bed... the next morning she was gone. She took some clothes.
What was she running from?
I don't know.
If there's anything you feel uncomfortable talking about, tell me, but I have to ask. Your husband... he committed suicide?
Yes.
September 4th, 1993. About a year after Mary disappeared.
We were divorced by then. Things fell apart... he was living with a friend...
Why do you think he did it?

Here you are. Where were you this morning? Rick's looking all over for you.

Have you seen Joey and Kincaid! God, I can't find them. I can't find them anywhere.

I'm sure they're around.

Yeah, I'm not so sure.

I love to dream, I just hate ones about my dad.

You could do worse.

My mom taught me when I was little. Did you ever hear of the dream master?

Sounds like a game show host to me.

No really, it's a fable. The 'guardian of good' dreams. It was like my teddy bear when I was growing up.

Great, you wouldn't happen to know his phone number?

I daydream. you have to dream about some place fun. Remember you're in control.

How'd you learn so much about dreams?

When they're all you have, you kinda become an expert.

You what?

When I used to have nightmares. I brought my friends in to help me. Until they all started dying.

Kristen, what happened?

You'll hear all kinds of stories. They'll tell you it was murder, but it wasn't.

Don't you think it kind of defeats the purpose?

What?

The mirror. You can't see yourself in it.

I don't want to.

Yeah. She'd be half as strict as you.

But she wouldn't let Dad treat me like that.

Look, you gotta stand up for yourself. Learn to fight back.

Rick...I can't.

Never say can't. Just do what I do.

Alice, you think you can leave?

What's wrong?

Kincaid and Joey died last night.

What?

You alright?

Kristen...

I heard you screaming. Was it a bad one?

It was bad.

Doesn't the dream master work for you anymore?

I can't find him.

Hey, since when do you play Thomas Edison? This looks like Sheila's.

It is...was. It's a zapper, it might help me stay awake.

Yeah, or turn you into toast.

I can't go back to sleep again.

I haven't slept much either. Since Kristen...

We'll figure it out.

Figure it out?!?! I'll be insane before I figure it out. The only thing I'm sure of is that I can't go to sleep. Not while he's using me.

Then we'll stay up together.

Okay, I'll take it all.

Excellent. we accept MasterCard and American Express.

Cash.

Alright. May I have your phone number, area code first?

No, you may not.

Okay. Fine.

I'm required by state law to inform you that, while it's perfectly legal for you to purchase these items, it is illegal for you to use them for any sort of...

Yeah, I know the spiel. If you could bag it, I'll be on my way, thank you.

Certainly, sir.

Your soninlaw dealt with the dry cleaning franchise during the day, saw that woman every night. The specifics are in the report, and information about the woman. It's unpleasant, I know. I apologize...

None too discreet, is he?

No, sir, he is not.

He's an imbecile. I tried to warn my daughter, but what can you do?

The um... you'll find my invoice in the envelope. If that's all...

Yes, Mister Welles, thank you.

Certainly, Senator. If I can ever be of further assistance.

Yes... I remember Mary

You... you do? You're sure? Please, Sister, will you take another look, make sure...

Yes. I remember her.

Do you know what happened to her?

I'm trying to find out. She was a runaway. I'm looking into it for her parents.

What is this?

Those are her belongings.

Her belongings?

That's her suitcase. I had forgotten it, till you showed me her picture.

Whatever possessed you to keep this all this time?

She was the kindest, sweetest girl you'd ever want to meet. Oh, I adored her. I supposed I always hoped she'd be back. After a time, all I could do was pray she had moved on to better things. Can you get this suitcase to her parents, if you think it's appropriate?

I'll do what I can.

Yes... ?

Hello, Mrs. Mathews, my name's Thomas Jones, I'm a state licensed investigator...

I've been hired as an independent contractor by the U.S. Resource Center for Missing Persons as part of an internal audit. If you have any time over the next few days, I'd like to make an appointment to ask some questions about the disappearance of your daughter.

I don't understand, who are... ?

I'm sorry, let me explain, the R.C.M.P. is a support organization and archive, not unlike the Center for Missing and Exploited Children in Washington. I'm sure you've dealt with them before?

Yes, but...

These volunteer organizations are sort of interconnected, functioning hand in hand with law enforcement. The R.C.M.P. brought me in to review their investigations... ... factcheck their records, see if there's anything they missed, anything they should be doing different. I'm here for a few days, before I head back up to Virginia. These reports go to the Justice Department eventually. I spoke to your F.B.I. contact a few days ago, uh...

What was the name... ? I've got it here somewhere...

Neil... Neil Cole.

Right, Agent Cole told me he'd call and let you know to expect me. He didn't call?

No.

Well, I'm following up on your daughter, Mary, height; five four, weight; hundred ten pounds, brown eyes, blonde hair. Born April 24, 1976. Missing June 11th, 1992. A runaway, that's how she's listed. Is this information correct... ?

It's very important you don't let this raise your expectations. It's not going to effect any ongoing efforts. All I'm saying is, please know, I'm not here to create any false hope.

They hired you. You're like, a private detective?

That's exactly what I am.

I didn't think there were private detectives anymore, except on TV.

You probably expect me to be wearing a trench coat and a hat. Drinking whiskey, chasing women and getting beaten up by guys with broken noses. Want to know what it's really like? It's sitting in a car and staring at a hotel window for three days straight, pissing in a plastic bottle, pardon me, because some guy thinks his wife's cheating on him. Glamorous, huh? And the guy who hired you, he has a hairlip, dandruff and crooked teeth, and you could have told him the minute you laid eyes on him his wife's cheating, and you don't blame her.

So, she didn't leave a note? She never gave any indication where she might go, before she left?

No.

She just seemed... depressed... ?

She didn't seem herself. For months there never was any way to get her to talk about it. One night we went to bed... the next morning she was gone. She took some clothes.

What was she running from?

I don't know.

If there's anything you feel uncomfortable talking about, tell me, but I have to ask. Your husband... he committed suicide?

Yes.

September 4th, 1993. About a year after Mary disappeared.

We were divorced by then. Things fell apart... he was living with a friend...

Why do you think he did it?