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Excuse me!

I need help!

Can you help me?

I need money and I'm running out of time!

Hey! Hey, this is important!

Can you help me?

I need money!

You, you! I'm talking to you! I need money!

Allison!

Hey, hey, hey!

Help me!

I need money!

Give me money! Give me money!

Hey! Hey!

- Allison! - This is important!

I need help! Can you help me? I need money! I'm running out of time!

This is important!

- Hey, hey, hey! - I can't talk now!

I need money!

I need money!

How would you normally describe your quality of sleep?

I mean, would you say your sleep is normally uneventful?

Do you sleep through the night, wake up rested, that sort of thing?

Or are you one of those people who wake up several times a night,

tired, moody?

Pretty normal.

I suppose, yeah. Pretty normal...

kinda.

And you don't remember how you got to the highway,

why you were on the highway, anything about the highway?

All I remember is my husband slapping me awake.

I'll be right back.

Look at it from my side...

- Your side?! You keep acting as if... - ...spoken to in three years

- ...I've done something to you. - is calling me to tell me...

This has been done to me!

...standing in the middle of a highway, half-naked!

...no control over what happened tonight.

I roll over, you're not there.

...last thing I remember, we were getting to bed.

...wake up our 12-year-old daughter, tell her, don't be scared,

but for the next three hours, you're going to be the oldest person in the house.

Stop punishing me as if I've done something wrong!

You scared the piss out of me, Allison!

Okay...

I'm pretty sure this will do the trick.

Let's take these for the next week or two, just before bed.

What are these?

It's an anti-anxiety medication.

It's okay; all your neighbors are taking it.

That's what I thought this was.

Look, we don't really understand what causes sleepwalking in adults,

but there are usually two contributing factors:

One, the victim is usually...

Uh... the victim?

And that would be me?!

Yes, ma'am.

The victim is usually wrestling with some kind of unresolved anxiety.

Additionally, most sleepwalkers are people

whose sleep is being disturbed on a fairly regular basis.

I know you said otherwise,

but it's entirely possible that it's happening and you're not even aware of it.

Anyway, these pills should knock you out enough

that you should sleep soundly and return to a normal sleep cycle.

Forgive me, Doc, but that's it?

A handful of Valium and "call me in the morning"?

She didn't just sneak out in the backyard to look for the cat.

She stood in the middle of a highway

and tried to strike up a conversation with oncoming traffic.

What about my anxiety?

Do you have any suggestions?

I suggest you lock all the doors and windows at night.

Here; feel free to call me if you need anything else.

"Nan has a new hat.

"Nan's hat is made of wool.

- "Nan's wool hat is red." - Perfect!

Yay! Bravo!

Great. Can I talk now?

Want to hear me spell Nan?

- I think Ariel is trying to... - N-A-N. Nan.

Mom...

Hey, Bridgette...

Yes, you can talk. Anyone can talk whenever they want to.

It just... it isn't polite to talk when someone is reading.

Ooh-yah.

I want to walk home from school.

Well, why would you want to do that?

Why wouldn't I?

We live seven blocks from school.

Besides, Hannah walks home from school every day, and I could walk with her.

Wow, I don't know.

Walk home from school?

People still do that?

You can't do that! I need you in the car with me.

I'm in the sixth grade.

I'm not a baby.

I'm old enough to stay home at 2:00 in the morning, while you guys had your emergency.

What emergency?

I want to walk home from school. I do.

She wants to walk home from school with her friend.

Do you know what I do all day?

Do you know what goes through my mind all day?

What comes across my desk all day?

Of course I do, but she's 12.

This is non-negotiable. No!

All right, you think so? Let me tell you how this goes:

You say it's non-negotiable, and then, one day,

you're going to drive to school to pick her up and she's not going to be there.

Because that's the way kids negotiate when they're told something is non-negotiable.

What is the big deal?

Why does she have to walk home?

What is she going to do walking home from school with her friend,

that she can't do in the car with me?

Use bad language, talk about boys,

complain about her teachers, complain about us...

Allison, look, she's a good girl.

All right? We live in a nice part of town.

I don't think we have a choice.

Bye, Mommy!

Bye, lamb chop.

W hoa...

One more time.

Do you ever walk home alone?

I never walk home alone.

And what if Hannah's staying late?

I come out here and I ride home with you.

Okay, and if Hannah's sick?

I come out here and I ride home with you.

And if you and Hannah have a fight?

I come out here and I ride home with you.

What's the number of the police?

911.

What's our phone number?

Mom, I'm 12!

Okay, fine.

- Do you have your key? - I have my key.

Now give me a hug.

Mom?

People can see.

Okay.

Okay, 4:00!

Or earlier, if you want.

I want to know where my little boy is.

I assure you, Mrs. Church, Ms. Ballou,

we're doing all we can to get to the bottom of this.

Have you interviewed my ex-husband?

Not personally, no, but I believe you know Mr. Calley.

He's head of security operations.

Security operations?!

I always thought that he was in charge of making sure

the women arriving didn't run into the women leaving.

Ms. Ballou...

Do you even know where he is?

Of course not.

He's gone.

They're both gone.

He took Justin to some safe haven island that he owns in the Caribbean,

and I'm never going to see him again.

Ms. Ballou...

your ex-husband, Greydon Church,

is one of the four or five richest men in the country.

I, for one, find it hard to believe he's going to turn his back on that.

Oh, he's not turning his back on anything.

He's just simply moving it offshore.

I don't think that you understand the depth of his hatred for me.

When you can have anything that you want,

when you can buy anything that you want,

and one thing slips away, refuses to be bought?

Well, what's the point of having all the money in the world,

if you can't use it to exact revenge?

I'm sorry there's acrimony between you and your ex,

but his extraordinary wealth does not make him immune

with regards to the custody laws of this state.

If he's kept your son beyond his allowed visitation,

or transported him out of state,

he will be found, he will be caught, and he will be punished.

Really.

And his good friends, the mayor and the governor, will allow that to happen?

The mayor values his friends, but not above the law.

Ms. Ballou, let's be frank:

Your divorce from Mr. Church hardly left you a pauper.

And, clearly, you have your own friends in high places,

otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting here.

Technically, your son's gone missing for barely 12 hours

and it's entirely possible there's a plausible explanation for where he is.

Let us do our work:

Begin our investigation and get back to you.

Did I mention that one of my good friends from college

is a producer for one of the network newsmagazines?

You have 48 hours, Mr. District Attorney,

or she is prepared to run with a story about how the State of Arizona

and the City of Phoenix are providing cover

for a billionaire who has kidnapped his own son.

Mr. Calley...

I need some answers and I need them quickly.

Do you know where little Justin Church is?

Well, can you at least tell me where Greydon Church is?

Well, first and foremost, let me assure you that everything and everyone are fine.

Oh, you know that?

Yes, I do know that, Mr. District Attorney.