- Uh, I didn't, I didn't order this.
Okay.
Come on.
- So, miss Grayson.
May I call you Jennifer?
- It's Jen.
- I'm detective Marx.
How are you, Jen?
- Do you want the polite answer or the truth?
- No need for civilities in this room.
- Okay, well then, I'm pretty pissed off.
- Why is that?
- Because I want to go home.
- I understand that, but I need to hear your story.
- Read the file.
- I read the file, but I need to hear it from you.
- I'm sure that everything I said is in there.
- Well, you see, Jen,
there's a problem.
Something about your story just doesn't add up.
Your mother placed an emergency call to 9-1-1,
claiming that her daughter was in serious danger
on the evening of February 5th.
Apparently, you called your mother,
and I'm quoting her on this,
"she was screaming at the top of her lungs for help."
Then you disappear and you resurface
like you're on some sort of vacation or something.
No, that didn't happen?
Unlike all the other police officers that you spoke with,
I've been investigating a very interesting case.
- What case?
- Let me see your wrists.
- What?
- Let me see your wrists.
- No.
- Do you know what Stockholm syndrome is?
See, I think
that someone kidnapped you.
- I already told you what happened.
- I'm having such a hard time believing you.
- Well then, I don't know what to tell you.
- Why don't you tell me the truth?
Why don't you tell me what really happened that night?
I do this every day, Jen.
And I know that you're lying.
I know that something happened to you,
right before you disappeared,
but what I don't know
is where the hell you were for five months
and why you're giving us the runaround here.
Really?
Jen,
I can play this game all night long.
- You wouldn't understand.
- Try me.
You, and your friend, are in some serious shit here.
But if you tell me everything that you know,
we'll be more lenient on you both.
From the beginning.
Please.
Jen, I will find out what happened here.
But maybe you can put a better spin on it.
- I was on my way to the gym.
The gym that I go to, it's,
about a five minute drive from my house.
I used to have a routine,
I went there at 6:30 on Wednesdays and Fridays.
Hey, how are you?
Yeah, I'm fine.
You having a good time?
I know, tell them I say hi!
Okay, yeah.
Sure, wait, hold on.
Please!
I don't know what I did!
Let me go!
No, no, no, no!
No, please!
Please, no, no, no
what are you doing to me.
What are you doing to me I don't know what I did.
Please you're hurting, you're hurting me.
Please.
Oh man no, no!
Please, please let me go.
Please, no.
Please don't, please don't, please.
No, stop it, stop it.
You're hurting me, you're hurting me.
Please, please.
Who was that man?
- That's my father.
- Wouldn't he be proud.
- He never was.
- What do you mean?
- Long story.
- It doesn't look like I'm going anywhere.
He looks intimidating.
- Does he?
- Where is he now?
- I buried him.
- You miss him.
You don't talk much do you.
- What do you want me to say?
- Why am I here?
See, I've been trying to figure it out.
You're not doing anything to me.
You come here, feed me hang around and leave.
You're not asking for a ransom are you?
Are you?
You know my parents they're well off but
they're not that rich.
- I'm not asking for a ransom.
- Well then am I some kind of trophy?
- No!
- Then what, what am I doing here?
What do you want me here for?
- Because, I want you here!
- Why?
Why?
- Because.
I just want somebody to talk to.
- No one that you can talk to?
- No.
- I know that regardless of how lonely you are
you do not steal a human being and keep them as a dirty pet.
I'm curious.
How do you wake up in the morning and look at yourself
in the mirror.
Hmm?
- I don't.
- That's because you're pathetic.
You're pathetic, you're fucking pathetic.
You're fucking pathetic.
- Life was handed to you on a silver platter.
You're young, you're beautiful
and you can get anything you want,
just because you want it.
Isn't that true?
So you think that gives you the licence to judge me
and call me a dumb fuck, just because you can.
Uh?
That's right, remember me now.
I think you do.
I'm shocked you even remember me.
- Was it what I wrote?
I'm sorry.
- I don't want your apology.
- Then what do you want.
- Your attention.
- You fucking got it believe me.
- What do you want to hear?
- Whatever it is that you want to tell me.
How about your name for starters?
- Jeremy.
- Jeremy, tell me about your dad.
- You really want to hear about that, hmm?
- Tell me about your dad.
- I don't know.
He could be a real asshole sometimes you know.
But he's someone I had a lot of respect for.
He commanded it.
Even after my mother died he never lost it.
I've never seen the man cry.
I don't think he knows how.
He only knows two emotions,
anger and pride.
Raised by the army and New York's finest.
He had a voice that could
make anyone drop what they were doing
and stand to attention.
A backhand that could knock you in to next week.
- He wasn't a bad person.
He was broken.
- Broken?
- I know you don't get it, you don't understand.
- No I do get it, I do understand.
You've been brainwashed.
- You're not listening to me,
this isn't something that he forced me to feel.
This is me.
- Jen, he held you against your will, sedated.
That implies force.
- But it wasn't like that
because he stopped sedating me after that.
- Because he knew that he broke you.
- No.
- No?
- No he even took off the ties.
- Let me ask you this, were you free to leave?
- I mean, not exactly he just, he gave me more freedom.
- Good morning.
Here.
- No, can I eat something else?
- Like?
- Have you got any fruit?
I don't normally like apples.
- Well that's only because your upper class palette
has blinded you from the simpler tastes in life.
- Can you play something I know?
Come on do you know any songs with words?
I know this one, who sings it?
- I don't know, I just heard it on the radio and I liked it.
So I learned it.
Sing.
- What?
- You want me to play guitar, you sing.
No no please, please, please, I'll stop.
I'll be quiet.
I promise.
- You have a very beautiful voice.
- Thank you.
- Are you a singer?
- I was.
I did a lot of shows.
I sang for a lot of people.
- Your father must be very proud of you.
- My father?
I don't think he came to any of my shows.
Not one.
- Why not?
- I don't know, he was busy.
You can't make a bank roll like that
without living at the job.
He said he wanted to give me everything I could ever want.
You know, I feel like sometimes.
I would give it all up, just for five minutes,
five real minutes of his time.
- I would come watch you sing.
- Thank you.
I can't really sing like this, can I?
Not lying down I can't get the breath I need.
- There we go.
That should make things a bit more comfortable.
There you go.
That should make things more comfortable for you.
Okay so here's some hot water, and also,
that looks like it could fit you.
- What's the occasion?
- Dinner and a movie.
I've been wanting to see this and I thought
you'd like to see this too.
I just want to get this slipped up from under.
There you go, I'll leave the rest to you.
You wash up I'll be back in an hour.
How's the chicken?
- It's great.
- Did come out rather well don't you think?
And the wine really brings out the cherry flavor
doesn't it?
- You've put a lot of thought into this haven't you?
- Oh you deserve something nice.
What's wrong, wait are you a vegetarian?
God dammit I didn't even think to ask you.
- No no I'm not a vegetarian.
The food is amazing and the wine.
What's with the candles.
- Like I said, I just wanted to do something nice for you.
Oh.
Relax.
This isn't some kind of weird ritual.
I'm not going to cut you up
and eat you with my wine like Hannibal.
I just want to do something nice for someone
who means something to me.
You look beautiful.
Oh come on I'm just kidding.
Just a joke.
So.
Anyone special in your life?
- What do you mean?
- Well no suitor at home?
- By suitor you mean a boyfriend.
No, men are dicks.
- I bet you date all the pretty ones don't you.
- Why do you say that?
- Well pretty ones usually know they're pretty.
Which makes them not so pretty on the inside.
- Sounds familiar.
- You're different.
- How?
- We're more alike than you know.
- How are we alike?
- We have the same need.
- And what is that need.
- To feel passionate about someone.
- Oh I'm not looking for anyone.
- Life, life isn't worth living
unless you have someone to share it with.
It's why...
- you took me.
It's why you took me.
- My last ditch attempt to survive I guess.
- You don't need anyone to survive.
- We all need someone to survive.
We all do.
Human beings are social creatures.
We have the ability to think, and feel, and love.
We can band together as many.
We survived and thrived because we can band together as many
instead of one.
You pit one of us against the environment,
and he won't make it.
Look at me.
A sad pathetic dumb fuck, and no friends, no family.
Or dreams.
I came close so many times.
Thought it'll be better to feel nothing instead of...
- I understand.
I understand you.
- Do you?
- Yeah.
- You think I'm some kind of monster.
- No.
- Then what do you think of me.
- I don't know.
- Dessert?
- I couldn't eat anymore.
- Sure, maybe later then, after the movie.
- So what, was that like a date.
- Yeah, no, I've, I don't know
- this guy is such a pro, he actually romances his victims.
- You're not listening to me, are you?
- No, I've heard every word that you said.
I'm not hearing what I want to hear.
- And what is it that you want to hear?
- I don't know, maybe where he lives, what his name is.
Anything that I can use to catch him.
- I don't want you to catch him.
That's the thing is, he didn't do anything wrong.
- Jen, he held you captive.
- I don't think that what he did was right.
But I don't think he did it for the wrong reasons.
- Fine, okay.
Then tell me how you escaped.
- He let me go.
- He let you go, just like that.
- I think he finally realized that he couldn't keep me.
- And how did he come to that conclusion?
- Well we started becoming friends and getting closer.
He made me laugh, he was so smart.
- I'll teach you a g cord.
You're gonna put your middle finger on the fifth string
on the second fret there.
- Here?
- Mmm hmm.
And take your ring finger and put it on the top string here.
Yes and you need that pinkie to put on the bottom string.
Good.
Now hold that tight and strum it.
- Is that right?
- Yeah, hold it tight, strum it again.
There you go.
That's a g chord.
Okay okay you got it.
- Will you teach me more?
- Well as soon as you get the chord I just taught you
I'll teach you another one.
- But I learnt it already.
- Oh yeah.
- Yep.
- Show me.
Yeah let me see that.
- But it's hard.
- Guitar's a very tedious process.
- Show off.
- Well it requires practice and constant effort.
You just keep trying until you can successfully master it
and eventually you bend it to our own will.
- You play well.
- I'm a patient man.
- Yes you are, among other things.
Strange to me that you don't really have friends.
Have you ever been in love?
- Not really sure I know what that is.
You?
- I thought I was once.
He was a total asshole.
Same old story right.
- Isn't that what love is.
Just a perception of how you feel towards another person
at a given time.
- I guess.
- Did you love him?
- I loved who I thought he was.
- Well you never really can know
who someone else is can you.
- But in loving someone, in truly loving someone,
I think you come closest to knowing, don't you think.
- How do you feel about him?
- I don't know.
He was, a musician like you but he wasn't as good as you.
He wasn't as good as you.
He could charm a snake his voice was so buttery smooth
it just made me melt.
Sounds silly but I think that that's what I liked
most about him.
Was his talent.
Yeah.
- So what happened?
- I don't know.
We were young. I'd just turned 18.
We went together for a while and it got to the point
where I knew that I liked him more than he liked me
because I was the one constantly pursuing him
and making the effort and he never made any effort.
And it made me feel like a piece of meat.
So we didn't see each other for a while so
I went to one of his shows.
Was supposed to be a surprise.
And after his set I see him dancing and flirting
with this other girl in the audience.
And she was really pretty.
And it broke my heart because he never danced with me.
I asked him so many times and he said that
he didn't like dancing.
When really it was me.
He didn't want to dance with me.
- Dance with me.
- What?
It's okay.
What.
- Nothing.
- No why were you looking at me like that.
- I'm confused...
- about?
- About how I feel about you.
- And how do you feel about me.
- You're.
I can't!
- Shot of vodka with a scotch back.
Thank you.
Hey bartender.
- Yeah.
- Can you get that girl over there a cosmo for me.
- Oh yeah I don't think that's a good idea.
- That's funny I don't remember asking for your opinion.
- I didn't order that.
- Motherfucker.
- Shit.
- Yeah we're going for a walk.
C'mon you little cunt let's go.
Hey I'm fucking sick of you lover boys
always coming into my fucking town.
You know in the movies I don't get it.
You punch a guy in the face, I don't know why,
because it hurts your hand.
But if you.
Nice shot in the gut because I know that fucking hurts.
And this.
Trash day!
Safe to say don't fucking come around here any more.
Babe what?
Yeah I fucking kicked his ass.
Yeah I did do the stomach story
about not punching the face thing, what.
Cos I think it's kind of a bad ass thing to say
because I fucking smoke a dude.
- Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Fuck!
- Jeremy.
What's wrong?
What happened?
God you're head, what did you do?
What?
- You are so beautiful.
- Thanks.
- No, no it's not a good thing!
- What are you talking about?
Jeremy what's wrong you can talk to me, I'm here.
I'm right here.
- I can't have you.
So I went looking for somebody else.
And I couldn't have her either
- what.
- I went to this bar, pick-up on this girl.
And apparently she had a boyfriend.
And he didn't like me.
- What did he do?
- I don't know how this happened.
Somehow I can't stop thinking about you.
I can't stop thinking about touching you.
It consumes my mind.
But I can't because I don't want to hurt you.
It's driving me crazy.
I see your smile when I close my eyes.
Your smell lingers on me sometimes.
It just makes things worse.
You bring me to life in a way that I've never felt before.
I feel more connected to another person
for the first time in my life.
And it's all because I'm forcing it.
- Jeremy you're not forcing anything.
Jeremy everything,
everything that I feel for you is true.
- And how do you feel?
- I feel,
I feel like I like you.
- You like me?
- Yeah.
- Jeremy!
Jeremy!
- Don't.
The door's that way, just go.
- Why?
- Because you don't belong here.
- Jeremy I don't want you to think that last night...
- just leave!
Before I change my mind.
I'm sure your family misses you very much.
- I'll come back, it doesn't have to change anything.
- I won't be here.
I'm a criminal now, they're going to come looking for me.
- No they won't because I won't tell them anything.
- They won't...
- I'll say that I ran away.
- They won't believe you.
- Yes they will. I can convince them.
- No you can't.
They already know what happened to you.
I read about it online.
I don't want to cause you any trouble.
Look I can't stay here anymore and neither can you.
Jen, you know what the situation is.
I kidnapped you and kept you confined in my basement.
For my own personal enjoyment.
And I know that carries a very long prison sentence.
I'm sorry about what I did to you.
- I'm not.
- Jen.
- Jeremy why are you letting me go now?
- Because, I love you.
- Jeremy please.
- No, you're not making this any better.
Go home.
- No please.
- You're not making this any better, okay.
Just go home.
- Will I see you again?
- I don't know.
- Jeremy!
- Hey, hey.
Are you, are you okay?
Hey hey, are you okay, hello.
You want a ride or something, can I take you somewhere?
Why are you lying on the side of the road?
- And that's it, he just let you leave?
- Yeah.
- Has he tried to contact you?
- No.
- So you haven't seen him since?
- No.
- Jennifer I really need you to think long and hard
about what we're doing here.
Withholding any kind of information in an investigation
will earn you a boatload of trouble.
- I'm not charging him with anything, where is the crime?
- He committed a kidnapping.
That's where the crime is.
- And I'm not interested in helping you.
- Maybe you're interested in answering me one more question.
Is this your guy?
I knew it.
I fucking knew it.
That's Jeremy Wilton,
the son of the highly decorated Harry Wilton,
who went missing along with his son Jeremy.
Jeremy is the lead suspect in the Stockholm killer case.
Does that look familiar.
Is that your little love nest?
And please don't insult my intelligence,
because I'll just go and get a warrant, and sample your DNA
with the DNA we found at the crime scene.
Is that where you two made love?
Is that where you did it?
Let me ask you something, when he let you just leave
did you happen to see, or better yet,
did you happen to smell all the dead bodies
that were in the back of the field.
- What?
- Oh what you don't know what I'm talking about.
I'm sorry you're so oblivious to everything.
You see this, look at it.
I said look at it.
Open your eyes, that's Jacob Traymar.
- What are you insinuating?
- Well you see Jacob lived on a nice little farm
he didn't have too much family,
he didn't have too much friends.
And when I found his body it opened up
a whole new part of my case.
Do you know what happens when police find a dead body Jen?
We go and we investigate that victim's house.
And do you know what we found?
You know who that is?
That girl's name is Casey.
- You're free to go if you want.
- Over here, that's Veronica.
She went missing in December of 2004.
This is Sarah.
She went missing in July of 2005.
- You're free to go.
If you want.
Dance with me.
You smell so good.
- Are you seeing a pattern here, Jen?
Are you seeing a pattern?
C'mon Jen even you can see it.
They're all young, pretty, in their twenties.
This is my favorite.
I almost forgot about Nicole here.
Nicole went missing December of 2004.
- You're free to go, if you want.
It's okay.
God you are so beautiful.
It's okay.
Ssssh, I know.
It's almost over.
- Wait, Jen, hold back your little tears
because I haven't even got to the good part yet.
You see we found traces of semen
in each and every one of these women.
And there was no signs of struggle, no signs of force,
which meant he took care of them.
Which meant he showed them affection and love.
And then he killed them.
He killed each and every one of them.
He had consensual.
He had sex with them.
And then he ended their lives.
You see her.
Stabbed right through her chest.
He took a crowbar and bludgeoned her to death with it.
Multiple stab wounds and watched her bleed out.
He took a knife and stuck it in the back of her neck.
Put together the pieces, you know what I'm talking about.
My theory,
is the subject uses the Stockholm syndrome,
and he bends all their will and then he takes their life.
Theoretically probably because he's been abused
by an authoritative figure his entire life.
- Jeremy.
- Oh Jeremy, Jeremy can't help you now.
Jeremy, Jeremy, shut up about Jeremy and just wake up.
Wake up!
Jen you're girl number five.
Number five in this house.
You see there was a lake-house in New Hampshire,
six girls there.
A little dilapidated run down shack in Utah,
three girls there.
All the same.
He willingly broke you all down
and fucked you, and you liked it,
and the sad sick demented thing, I think you loved him.
Even crazier enough to me, he may even love you back.
He did let you go right?
Free little Jen.
It's pathetic. Does it really matter now?
You have wasted so much of time
and had me running around in circles.
It really doesn't matter now, does it?
No I didn't think so.
You know what, in fact I'm willing to think
that he's stalking some new girl right now.
He's ready to make his move right now.
You know what, you make me sick to my stomach.
Remember all of their faces.
You can look through my file
you can do whatever the hell you want.
Thank you for all your help.
You can go home now.
- You're free to go, if you want.
- Wait, Veronica, I just want to say goodbye.
Oh you're in the barn.
Nobody every goes in the barn.
You are one predictable cunt.
I'm sorry, where are my manners?
I'm sorry, look, just please come out.
Come on.
Come out.
Why are you hiding?
Hey, remember that time in the basement?
The candles, I made you that chicken.
We could do that again.
Come on let's do that again.
I'll even throw in some apple pie.
Come on, come out.
Come out.
Come out or I'll bash your fucking skull in.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
See what you do to me.
This is you.
This is all your fault.
Where are you going, come on.
Have it your way.
- Please, please...
- you are a stupid fucking bitch.
God will you just fucking die already.
You used to be so pretty, now look at you.
Now look at you!