Captivity

Oh b0y, my fears...

Well, let's see. I never really

was comfortable with being alone.

Then all those other girls,

they were so jealous of the fact

that they had to worry about

what they were at school.

As if their parents cared.

When you're in the public eye,

beauty rules. You ladies know that.

Oh, no, no, no.

There is definitely

no "mister right. "

And I sort of...

wanted that attention.

But you know, from my Dad...

Not my real dad, he died,

but my stepfather.

But I wasn't quite sure

how to get it but...

I was passive, you know, and

I think that's my worst nightmare.

Being passive, so yeah...

I was a rebel in high school.

Always had like a little bra-strap

showing. The black lipstick. God...

I liked the attention walking down

the sidewalk, all those eyes on me.

But if a guy tried to talk to me,

I was like who a... so out of there.

I can't help it

if people are hooked on beauty.

Ever since my dad died, my real dad.

I either sleep with the TV on,

Or the lights on.

Sometimes I tell myself stories.

That kind of stuff. I hate the dark.

Where am I?

Please! Please!

My apartment?

No.

How did you get in my apartment?

Let me outta here, you f*ck!

You bastard!

You don't know who I am!

You won't get away with this!

There'll be police all over this!

You just entered a shit storm!

This guy went

all over the fuckin' place.

And there's no prints either.

Not even a fuckin' eyebrow here.

So I spoke to Miss Tree's father.

Didn't sound surprised at all.

She said she left home

when she was 15.

Mother lives in Paris.

- You got everything you need now?

- Yeah, I guess.

All right, John, bring it up.

Okay, we're done here.

Bettiger, come here for a second.

What are you doing?

It's Greek. It says...

- How do you know it's Greek?

- Because I read Greek.

You read Greek?

Yeah, I read Greek.

Okay. What does it mean?

It means, "reflect...

this dust that once knew fear. "

So what, you've got me.

So what?

There is definitely

no "mister right".

My parents weren't in line when

the love gene was being passed out

Yeah? I understand.

Yup. You got it, Chief.

Yes.

Okay. Okay, that's it. That's...

you hang in there, sweetie. Bye.

Sweetie, huh?

Mayor's bustin' his chops.

I want you to meet my new partner.

Ray "The Greek" Disantos.

Evidence of bone and tissue.

Yup, got it. Ten-four.

So the missing girl

is a movie star?

Model, hot... Latest thing.

So that was Wade in Forensics.

The ash in the salt cellar,

the DNA matched last year's victim.

Mary Deavro.

Oh, Mary. This kid was

a national cheerleader champ.

Me and you will inform

the parents personally.

'Cause I knew her.

Let them down easy.

All right.

So what do you guys make

of the victims? A pattern?

- Random.

- I don't buy it.

This guy doesn't do

anything without purpose.

Without precision.

Sex, torture, killing...

that's all the bonus.

It's the control.

That's what winds his clock.

Captured.

Me too.

Two days.

Why?

Please!

Please! Please help me!

Help.

Matches.

There's only a few of these,

so we shouldn't waste them, okay?

We got to get out of here.

But this whole place is sealed

like some kind of wine cellar.

I tried going through

the vents, I got part

of the way, it was too narrow.

I got stuck.

Have you seen him?

No, he's been drugging me, I have

absolutely no fuckin' sense of time.

God, I know this might sound

incredibly selfish,

but right now

I'm thanking God I'm not alone.

You okay?

Hear that?

Oh, f*ck you, motherfucker!

You think he's

been listening to us?

Gotta figure, yeah.

Assuming he is even a he.

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