Strangeland

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* I've died a thousand times *

* Drowned in a sea of lies

* Walked every path through every door *

* Oh, how I've suffered through *

* The wicked men can do

* The pain they can endure

* The things I have in store *

* These are the lies

* Here in paradise

* Legions suffer for the few *

* Never knowing they were used *

* Don't turn away

* Get down to your knees and pray *

* On the things you dedicate

* For the pain you would forsake *

* The little lies

* These are the lies

* These are the lies

* The dirty little lies *

Welcome.

Here we go. Donna, check this guy out.

What kind of name is Captain Howdy ?

Do you like hip-hop ? Love it.

What's "IM me" ? Not "IM me."

"I," period, "M," period, me.

Instant message.

Now we can talk to him one on one.

Whoa. Let me get this straight.

You're going on a blind date with a screen name ? Who is this guy ?

Where have you been ?

Someday we'll meet, marry and have cybersex with the man of our dreams on-line.

Everything I need to know about this guy is right here.

Feel better ? I guess so.

Hey, he didn't invite you.

Just kidding.

Get his address.

Mike ?

Mike !

Yes, Toni ? What is it ?

Do you, uh, notice anything ?

I don't know. What am I lookin' for ?

Genevieve didn't come home last night.

Didn't she stay at Tiana's ? Yeah. She probably spent the night.

I'm gonna kill her for not calling me.

That better be her.

Hello ?

Oh, Mary Ann. I'm glad you called.

What ?

[ Toni Continues, Faint ]

Bye-bye.

That was Tiana's mom.

She didn't come home either.

Mommy ! Aah !

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- There. -

- That's better. -

Try not to speak.

[ Chattering, Indistinct ]

[ Sirens Wailing, Chattering Continues ]

Jesus Christ.

Here all night ?

Everything's slow motion but the clock.

Goddamn machine.

[ Change Dropping Into Tray ]

What'd you do with the N.C.I.C. printouts ?

[ Cup Drops Into Position ] N.C.I.C. ?

The F.B.I. computer search.

I asked you to phone in the request for a list of all known sex offenders.

You told me you'd take care of it.

What, do I gotta do everything here myself ?

Hey, look, I'm on your side. Okay ?

I just got here.

It should've been done yesterday.

Our success depends on the other guy screwin' up, Christian.

We don't make mistakes. Ever.

Sure you don't want some decaf ?

Hey, look, why don't you just go home, grab a shower, get some rest, whatever ?

I'll phone the F.B.I. and get the list.

Anything turns up, I'll page you.

I promise. Anything turns up, I'm gonna page you.

Just go home. Okay ?

Yeah.

The minute I hear anything, so will you. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I'll call you later.

Okay ? Okay.

That was Tiana's mom.

She's a mess.

She wants to know what's going on. Like I know something.

She knows more than I do.

Toni, I tell you everything that relates to the case.

Hey, I know the drill.

God.

I can't help Genevieve...

if my concerns as her father...

override my objectivity as a detective.

You know this. Yeah, well, it might help me.

Are you gonna let us in, or do I have to cook dinner out here on the porch ?

Forty-eight hours ? Let me ask you something.

Do you have any kids ?

Yeah ?

Well, let's just imagine he's been missing for two days...

and some asshole file clerk tells you that's it's gonna be two more days...

until you get the information you need to find him.

Right. You got 12 hours, not a minute more.

This is Christian. What do you got ?

How are you holding up ?

Awful.

I just want to scream.

You have every right, baby.

How's Michael ?

The man of steel.

He's a good man. Don't think that he's not torn apart too.

Who can tell ?

Do you ever go on-line, Uncle Mike ?

No.

It's pretty cool.

Why is that, Angela ?

Well, you can e-mail people anywhere.

You could write 'em a letter, too, pick up the phone.

No. It's more than that.

I don't have to be me.

Sometimes I pretend I'm some goody-two-shoe prom queen...

and then I can change my on-line name and become a hell-raising "B" girl.

I met-- I-I've chatted with some killer guys.

It's all right.

Girls ever go out with any of these guys ?

It's okay, Angela.

I'm not gonna say anything.

Well, yeah.

How about Genevieve ? She ever go with a boy she met on-line ?

Sure, sometimes.

Where are the rites of passage ?

The initiations for the young to endure ?

How can they ever hope...

to become true adults without them ?

We live in a world filled with people...

wearing middle-aged bodies,

yet they stumble to a crawl...

with their childlike minds.

We must all go through a rite of passage,

and it must be physical.

It must be painful...

and it must...

leave a mark.

I think we got it ! Yeah.

** [ Radio: Rap Metal ] Frank !

I think we got it !

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You sure you want to oversee this deal ? I don't have a choice.

So, what do we got ?

Evenin', Tom. Detective.

Okay, a couple of hunters spotted these tire tracks veering off into the water.

You ready ? Yeah.

- You ready back there ? - Good to go.

Then can we kill that music ?

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Stay clear of the cable, please. Stay clear of the cable.

Easy. Easy.

There you go.

[ Woman Shouts, Indistinct ]

Slower. Let it drain.

Easy.

Whoa. That's good.

That's good. Whoa, whoa ! Whoa !

Hey, Officer, let me-- I wanna get a shot on the left side.

This is Tiana's car.

Oh, shit.

Ohh !

It's Tiana.

Hey, Gage ? Hey, come here. Take a look at this.

What the hell is that thing ?

Looks like a septum spike to me.

Industrial strength. A what ?

A septum spike.

It's for a pierced septum,

and that's probably the biggest one I've ever seen.

"Industrial strength." What, this is bigger than average ?

Yeah. That one's a fuckin' monster.

A standard septum piercing is made with a 14-gauge needle.

Eight gauge, max.

This is an eight-gauge. Get it ?

That piece ? That piece looks like a double-zero gauge.

The owner of that spike...

has a hole in his septum big enough to stick your finger through.

He must be a real aficionado, huh ?

What makes you such an authority ?

Welcome to my world, Detective.

You think my only interest in life...

is to chase ambulances with this rig ?

What do you mean, your world ?

Body art. Tattooing. Piercing. Branding.

Scarification.

These are all forms of personal expression...

dating back to the fuckin' caveman.