Auschwitz: The Forgotten Evidence Page #3

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-This was her room.

Somebody lived here before me.

They papered over their kid's room.

-I'm calling the cops.

-We were there, at the awful funerals.

-You and me and your ex-wife.

-Get out!

You seemed much more

upset than your wife.

She was like my husband,

she held it in.

-But you and l--

-Listen, listen, listen!

We have never met at a funeral.

I do not know you.

Lauren and Sam were friends.

We put them on a plane together...

...to go to camp, and we lost them.

They died over a year ago.

-Come on.

-You weren't drinking then.

-How do you know that?

-I met you.

You weren't like this.

It was about 1 4 months ago

you started drinking, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

That's when Lauren died.

-I never had a kid.

-You remembered her before this.

Everybody remembered our children.

Something happened...

...in the last weeks or days, I don't know,

but our children have been forgotten.

-That's it. Let's go. Come on!

-No, no! Say her name, and I'll go!

I say his name every day!

Just say it.

So you can hear it. Lauren.

Say it.

Lauren.

Now look around again.

She was here.

She lived here.

-I need a minute.

-Tell me if--

I need a minute.

-Do you want some coffee?

-No, thanks.

I know this is difficult.

How much do you remember?

I-- I called the police.

Look, you need some help.

I never had a kid.

You gotta get some help. I'm--

I'm real sorry.

Yeah.

One second, okay?

It's the best thing.

They say I dreamed it all.

Do you think I dreamed it?

We have to go.

Hi. Carl Dayton,

National Security Agency.

Telly Paretta? We're taking custody.

-Can I see some lD?

-Check with Captain Mills. He'll verify.

Hi, Dad.

Sorry, Dad.

Which one do you think

I should wear, Daddy?

Wait! Wait!

-Where is she?

-The feds have her.

Stop.

-You gotta let her go.

-Mr. Correll, step back.

You don't understand.

Telly. Get off--

-I remember. I remember.

-Get off.

I remember.

-Get him off the car!

-I remember.

Get off me. She's right!

-Grab his hands!

-Run!

Run!

Run!

-T-E-L-L...?

-Y. Telly.

They told me there was

a complaint against her.

She trashed an apartment

and wouldn't leave.

-Who? Whose apartment?

-Mr. Ashley Correll. Do you know him?

-No.

-Ex-New York Ranger.

-Pretty good.

-What does he have to do--?

She was claiming her son

was missing and dead.

We never had a son.

Why would she say that?

My wife is delusional.

She needs help.

Where is she?

She was turned over

to federal agents.

And she fled custody.

Now, Mr. Paretta...

...why would the NSA

be interested in your wife?

You're asking me?

This is crazy.

They don't care about

anybody's apartment.

-And they don't trace missing children.

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