Stockholm, Pennsylvania Page #7

Packerton County Jail.

Leia.

You came.

I miss you.

You look different.

You look good.

I like your hair.

Looks nice like that.

Did you know...

Did you know that you were

changing things about me?

Like my name...

and birthday?

I didn't know those things

about you to begin with,

so I didn't think

I was changing anything.

I was giving you things.

You can't change

what you don't know.

I don't know

how to do anything.

You got here, didn't you?

You could follow directions.

You caught the bus.

I don't know

how to do anything.

You'll be fine.

Do you regret it?

Never regret the things you do.

Regret the things you don't.

It takes as much effort

running in place

as running a mile.

I'd rather see the mile.

Even if you die in here?

Even if I die in here.

I can't decide

what the worst thing

that's ever happened to me is...

Being with you my whole life

or being without you

for the rest of it.

Hey.

No girls in their 20s at all?

What about teenagers?

Any teenagers?

Yes, I will hold.

No, I know.

Yes, you will...

you will call me

if you hear anything.

Okay.

Oh, my God, where were you?

Are you okay?

Where were you?

Leia, where were you?

I went for a walk.

A walk?

For seven hours?

Yes.

Where did you walk?

I don't know, a park.

What park?

Grayson Park?

Yes.

With the fountain?

Yes.

There is no fountain

in Grayson Park.

Then the park

with the fountain.

There is no park

with a fountain.

You can trust me.

And you can tell me

where you were.

I did.

I don't think you did.

What is this?

Stop it!

Hey, Leia.

We were worried

about you.

Are you okay?

Nothing is okay.

Look at this.

- They're pictures of him.

- No.

These are pictures

of him, Glen.

Stop, they're mine.

I found them under her bed.

"Today is my fake

real birthday.

I wanted to tell you

I'm sorry... "

- Come on.

- "For blowing out the candles.

"Even though

without me telling you,

"you wouldn't even know,

"but I feel so bad about it,

I have to tell you,

"so I can apologize.

"I'm sorry,

and I'm sorry

for telling you. "

What kind of a hold does

this man have over you?

Okay, okay, Marcy.

That's enough.

You've had enough, Glen?

Can we talk about this?

We will sit down...

I don't think we

can talk about this.

I... I don't think so.

Put the phone down.

Hello, this is Marcy Dargon.

I'm calling for Detective Timms.

- It's an emergency.

- Marcy, wait.

What are you doing?

Wait.

Well, please tell him this is Marcy...

- Stop!

- It's an emergency.

It's an emergency!

Stop getting him

into trouble!

- Give me those!

- These are not yours.

- They're mine!

- These are not yours!

- Give them back!

- No!

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