Abducted Page #3

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I tried a protein bar.

You ate the rat pellets?

That or starve.

They turned the lights on.

Yeah, now we can see what

a shithole we're in.

Do you hear that breathing?

Hello?

Who the f*** are you?

Please don't hurt us.

Who are you?

I'm Justin.

Summer.

Who kidnapped you?

I... I don't... know.

My name's Dave.

This is my girlfriend, Jessica.

We we're kidnapped

in Griffith Park.

Summer, this is my fault.

We knew four people were

already missing from the park

and... and we walked right

by the poster,

and now we're here.

I'm so sorry, I'm sorry.

Four people?

Posters?

What did the posters say?

We... we didn't

look at it.

I read online that

the police were using

blood hounds in the park,

and all they ended up finding

was a Flip cam.

My Flip camera.

That means the cops

must have a good lead.

There wasn't any

talk about hostages,

or... or... or ransom notes

from the Taliban?

No.

Did you see them?

No.

Here.

Here, put this on, wrap it

around like a skirt.

It'll make you feel better.

The rest of your clothes

should come soon...

part of their procedure

to strip you down, and make

you huddle in the dark.

How old are you two?

When were you guys kidnapped?

Saturday,

around 7:
00 p.m.

What time is it now?

Um, I think by our calculations

it should probably be about

Sunday morning.

We've been joined

by two new victims,

Justin and Summer,

who also have no idea why

they've been abducted.

Do you two have

any military connections?

What?

Any reason why

the Taliban would kidnap you?

No.

Justin...

it's your mom and dad.

Hey, okay, is this

like a boot camp,

like... like

some kind of intervention?

I don't think so.

'Cause they found

some pot in Justin's room

and they threatened to

send him away.

I mean...

it's gotta be it.

Believe me,

this is not a boot camp.

Are either of your

parents rich?

Justin's father

is Jerry Weiner,

you know, the big movie

producer?

Maybe this is about ransoms?

Yeah, we found this

little girl.

I mean, maybe

she's being held, too.

Okay, Justin...

Dave?

Hello?

Summer?

Oh, f***.

Where is Dave?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

No!

No, no, no!

F*** you, no!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Are you okay?

Hey, what happened?

Ow...

What is that?

Don't... don't touch.

What is it?

Don't touch it.

Can I look?

It hurts.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What did they do?

What, did they

take out your kidney?

What is that?

F***!

Just take our

f***ing body parts one by one,

sell it off to the highest

bidder?

They look like f***ing

metal staples.

Jesus.

It's okay, you're fine,

you're okay, you're okay.

Ahh!

Wow... the first ones.

What?

Your 9-1-1 call got a lot of

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