"Kimmy, eat your food." "What have you got goin' on today, LJ?" "School and then swim practice." "Swim practice?" "You made the team." "Oh, Lane Jr., that's great." "I am so proud of you." "Did you hear that, Lane?" "Come here, little princess." "Ooh." "Yeah." "Nicely done, son." "What's the matter, baby?" "Yeah?" "Hey, angel." "Don't forget your lunch." "Oh." "Uh..." "Oh, that's right." "I said that I'd give you money to buy lunch." "What's wrong with the sandwich you just made him?" "Well, I-- huh, LJ?" "Nothing." "Well, all right, then." "Thanks, mom." "Mm-hmm." "Bye, dad." "Did you order that crib like I asked?" "Uh, yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that." "Don't you think it's a little too expensive?" "Let me worry about the money, ok?" "Time's up." "Daddy's gotta go catch some bad guys now." "Ohh." "Yes, you're such a good big girl." "I know, precious." "So I have to work late tonight." "Again?" "Yeah." "I have parent-teacher conferences." "I'll try not to work too late." "You know, I think, uh, her diaper rash is really acting up again." "Are we out of the cream again?" "No." "No." "Ok." "Good." "I'll leave you to it." "Ok." "Have a good day." "You, too." "Ok." "All right." "Ok." "Mommy will be back in 2 minutes, Kim." "Just 2 minutes, ok?" "All I can tell you is that a man and woman forced me from my car." "He made me lie down on the ground while she took Kim." "Look at that lot." "Go." "Go." "You're trespassing." "So, dad?" "Sergeant Lane Bradley." "He's a rising star at Bethesda PD." "Get the hell out of here, you vultures!" "He's already accusing mum." "Mum?" "Colette Bradley." "She's a fifth-grade public-school teacher." "She's frightened..." "Guilty, and ashamed." "Which is exactly what I'd be if I just lost my baby." "And was about to lie to your husband about it and the world." "♪ Lie to Me 3x12 ♪ Gone Brand New Day by Ryan Star" "♪ dream, send me a sign ♪" "♪ turn back the clock ♪" "♪ give me some time ♪" "♪ I need to break out ♪" "♪ and make a new name ♪" "♪ let's open our eyes ♪" "♪ to the brand-new day ♪" "Please." "Please." "Give her--please." "Give her some priva-- who's the knight in shining suit?" "Well, according to the police notes, he's, uh, Dr. Stanley Heaton, a family friend." "When the mother found that the baby was gone, she called this guy." "What?" "She didn't call her husband?" "She hung up after about 3 seconds." "All I can tell you is that a man and woman forced me from my car." "He made-- well, there it is." "Flat, controlled, mentally rehearsed delivery." "Yeah." "Complete with dead, still eyeballs trying desperately not to give the game away." "You see right there?" "She's more frightened of her husband than what might have happened to her baby." "And the teenage son's caught in the middle." "Yeah." "Go back to the group shot." "What kind of a doctor do you think that is?" "My money's on shrink." "I'd say he's more like a" "I don't know." "An ob-gyn." "Really?" "Loker and Torres can bring us up to speed when they get back." "In the meantime, we got a baby missing, all right?" "The police told us to stick our nose into that family's business." "Stick our noses into their business-- that's exactly how they put it, yes." "Where you two been?" "It's a Saturday." " And I was out of town." " Bored." "There's a video on in the lab." "Catch yourselves up." "Where you guys goin'?" "Uh, by the time we get back," "I want Wallowski here with the mum and the dad, all right?" "Clock's ticking." "A gynecologist." "How did you know?" "Woman's instinct." "That or it was on the police report all along." "Police report?" "About Colette Bradley, Dr. Heaton..." "What about her?" "A baby goes missing in broad daylight." "And for all intents and purposes, you were the mother's first call." "Colette Bradley is a patient of mine." "Was a patient of mine." "Now, this is a fertility clinic, right?" "Was she and her husband having problems?" "Uh, Dr. Lightman, ever hear of doctor-patient confidentiality?" "We were hoping that you could tell us a little something about the Bradley family before we go talk to them." "Well, I-- I can tell you this." "Th-they don't deserve this." "It's a nightmare." "The Bradleys are good people." "Why where you her first phone call and not her husband?" "And why did she lie about what happened to her baby?" "She didn't lie." "How do you know?" "You don't know..." "Do you?" "But what you do know is that she's capable of lying." "Oh, and big time." "Or is that something covered by all that confidentiality bollocks and all?" "We don't wanna punish anyone." "We just--we just-- we just want her back home." "Well, the husband is angled away from the wife." "He won't even look at her, which means he doesn't believe a word she's saying." "Was anything else taken from the car?" "Colette mentioned Kim's blankets were gone, bottle, too." "You got here quick." "I just texted you 20 minutes ago." "Well, considering the nature of the case, constable, I took the liberty of burning rubber." "Go easy." "They're here to help." "Shall we?" "All right, then." "Well, for what it's worth..." "I'm very sorry." "Yeah." "I can't even imagine, really." "Can we just get through this?" "Yeah." "So you know what we do here?" "Yeah." "It's been explained to me." "So you think your wife's lying about what happened to your daughter?" "Now, why would you say that?" "Well, you just said Wallowski told you what we do here." "No." "Colette's got no reason to lie." "Well, you know, you're a cop." "You bloody well know everyone's got a reason to lie." "Right?" "I'm sure this is very difficult for you, Colette." "Are--are you trying to say you know what I'm going through?" "Can you run me through what happened yesterday?" "Uh, I already told the police everything that I know, so..." "Mrs. Bradley, the people who are looking for Kim, they need all the help they can get." "I need you to help me to help them, ok?" "Colette would never hurt Kimberly." "Not the question." "My wife would never do anything to hurt anyone in our family." "What?" "Not on your watch, you mean?" "Over your dead body." "Is that how you talk to her?" "Is it?" "You get good results that way, do you?" "They were both in their late twenties, early thirties." "She wore a red sweatshirt, jeans, sneakers." "Mm-hmm." "And the man?" "Um, thin, uh, Jean jacket, cap, blue eyes." "And what did he say?" "He told me to get down on the ground, and then-- was the door open?" "She opened it." "My wife needs direction, ok?" "I think you can understand that." "She--she can get careless sometimes." "Well, she said that the 2 kidnappers came over to her car." "How is that careless?" "Does your wife know that you think that she's a liar?" "Just relax and try to remember." "What happened next?" "Well--wait." "He" "I-- what color did you say her eyes were?" "Um, blue." "You said his eyes were blue." "You didn't actually see any kidnappers, did you?" "I-- you don't even think you saw kidnappers." "What really happened, Colette?" "Oh, my God." "He's gonna kill me." "Who?" "My husband." "What is this?" "Well, this is your wife..." "Mother of your children." "What did you say?" "Are you talking to me?" "I-- oh, don't mind me, darlin'." "Just thinkin' out loud." "Anytime you're ready, darlin'." "Anytime she's ready for what?" "Does everything that comes out of your mouth have to sound pissed off?" "Eh?" "I mean, look at her." "She's already terrified." "Lane..." "Hmm?" "Lane, um..." "I'm so sorry." "I, uh--I left Kim in the car just--just for a minute so I could run in to the store." "You did what?" "I--I just" "I--I left the car out front, and I ran in." "Wait a minute." "You--you left the baby alone in the car?" "She was sleeping, Lane." "She--she was just asleep, so I-  what?" " Easy." "Easy." "Keep your distance." "I just had the painters in." "My house, my rules." "Where's Kimmy?" "I swear to God, Lane, I don't know." "Where is she?" "You have to believe me." "Please, please believe me." "Give me one good reason why." "'Cause I believe her, and I'm the expert." "You're the expert?" "So Kimberly, she, what?" "She just disappeared?" "I lied about the man and the woman, but--but someone did take her, Lane." "Kimmy." "Kimmy!" "But these people think that whoever took Kim, they're looking out for her, you know, which-- that's why they took the bottle and stuff." "What store?" "What did you need so bad?" "Diaper cream." "I went to get diaper cream." "Diaper cream?" "I thought that you would get angry if I told you that we were out, so I just thought I'd go to the drugstore and get some." "You see?" "This is what she does." "She blames everybody else for her screw-ups." "Now it's my fault." "And you were wondering why she called Dr. Heaton in her moment of terror." "Well, I don't have time for this." "I need to find my little girl before she turns up dead." "Lane, that is not fair!" "You" "she is our little girl, Lane." "Well, with a little help from Dr. Heaton, right?" "How do you know about that?" "You just confirmed it for me, mate." "Yeah?" "Well, that's none of your business." "You got any idea the kind of courage it took for her to admit how she lost Kimberly?" "And when are you gonna have the guts to admit your part in all of this?" "Oi." "You must be junior." "It's LJ." "I'm Cal Lightman." "The cops hired me to help find your little sister." "Yeah, well, I hope you're good at what you do." "What happened to your hand?" "Hurt it at soccer practice." "My hands used to look like that when I was your age." "Do you wanna know why?" "You pissed a lot of people off." "You see, that's good." "That's good, that." "Yes, now we got a bit of a back-and-forth going." "So who'd you hit?" "No one." "Really?" "He had it comin'." "Oh, yeah?" "Why?" "'Cause he was talkin' smack." "About your family, eh?" "About your dad, the cop." "No." "About your mum." "What'd he say about her?" "She's a teacher." "What do you think they say?" "Now, listen." "You either answer my questions like a grown-up, or I'll find my answers my own way." "Are we clear?" "So they taunt you about your mum." "So what?" "She teaches at my school, ok?" "There are rumors." "Rumors you're deeply ashamed of." "Your dad hear any of these rumors, did he?" "I seriously hope not." "What, for your mum's sake?" "Why would anyone want to take your little sister?" "I don't know." "Probably to get back at my dad for somethin'." "He locks up a lot of people." "So even if he's got nothing to do with this, you're gonna blame him anyway." "Is that right?" "Now, about that shame, rumors about your mum and who, LJ?" "Thank you for seeing us, uh, Principal Aston." "Anything I can do to help." "I just been talking to the other Bradley child that you sent home early today." "Yeah." "Lane Jr. needs to be with his family right now." "I think that's obvious." "Or did you send him home 'cause he was throwin' his fists about?" "Mmm." "He has problems controlling his-- his temper, if that's what you're asking." "What?" "Controlling his temper with you, you mean?" "I beg your pardon." "Well, you can beg all you like, but you got a kid in your school whose baby sister's gone missing and who's having to get into fights to defend his mother's good name because of rumors that are flyin' about." "Wh-what are you driving at?" "Is Mrs. Bradley a good teacher?" "She's one of my best." "Good in the classroom?" "Oh, outstanding." "And in the sack?" "Just say no if you don't know the answer, Mr. Aston." "Ok." "Ok." "Th-that's enough." "Um--ahem." "Yes, uh, Colette and I met outside school a few times over the last few years, but-- you and Colette have been having an affair for a few years." "Yeah, but did it cross your mind-- yes." "Yes, of course it's crossed my mind." "That the baby was yours." "You didn't practice safe sex?" "Ouch!" "That's a DNA test I might never want to happen." "Are you suggesting that--that to avoid" "Lane Bradley ever finding out, that--that I would, um-- kidnap the baby?" "You know, you gotta stop doing that, mate." "You really gotta stop doing that thing, that clenching of the jaw." "Dead giveaway every time." "Yes, I'm scared, and, no, I'm not proud of what we-- but--but I did not kidnap the baby." "But you will come up as a suspect, and Lane will find out that you've been having an affair with his wife." "So do you think it's better if he finds out while he's under investigation or at another time, when he's alone with Colette and his service revolver?" "School principal seemed too organized." "This smells spur of the moment to me." "Coffee?" "Could murder a cup of tea." "Those the photos I asked for?" "Yeah." "Press conference." "Dr. Heaton, you already know." "The rest are cops and neighbors." "Hmm." "So what were you doin' out of town, then?" " I was on my way to meet-- - bored." "You notice something unusual about the cops in this photo?" "Not really." "You notice anything unusual about the cops in this photo?" "Um, they're pretty much all kind of hunks." "Oh." "That's what Loker said." "Hilarious." "Uh, they're all there for the father, not so much for the mother." "Right." "Well, obviously." "Not really surprising, though." "I mean, they are cops." "What about this one, Dr. Heaton?" "Mmm." "He's no hunk." "Excuse me." "It was a joke." "There's a missing baby, Eli." "Yes." "I know there's a" "I'm ju--are you two messing with me?" "He looks worried to me." "I'm not worried." "Why would I be worried?" "I'm fine." "Not you." "The doctor in the photograph." "He looks worried about the mother and father." "Torres tell you that?" "Right." "Yeah." "Torres told me that." "Did Torres really tell you that?" "Absolutely." "Good girl." "Right." "Anything else?" "Uh, Detective Wallowski called." "Colette Bradley will be home within the hour." "Right." "Cancel le beverage." "Uh, tea or coffee?" "Hey, babe." "Your boss, Aston, called me, told me everything." "And now you are officially dead to me." "We can fix this, Lane, ok." "We can." "We just need to find Kimmy first." "What's going on, mom?" "How do I even know Kimmy is my kid, with you whoring around like that?" "How can you even say that?" "Y-you know that she's yours." "Get out of my house." "Hey, easy, LJ." "Oi, LJ." "Big tough-guy cop like your dad standing' there with a beer in his hand, yelling threats at his wife and son-- you take it from me, mate." "He's not worth it." "Colette, LJ, come on." "Let's go." "Come on." "What are you doing here?" "We're tryin' to find your baby, Lane." "Yeah?" "Well, you're not gonna find her here." "Why's that, now?" "You got her stashed somewhere else, have you?" "Eh?" "Well, that'll teach the missis not to be so careless." "Get the hell out of my house." "Make me, officer." "Hey." "Lane!" "Knock it off." "Ooh." "Hello." "You're gonna have to do a lot better than that, mate!" "Hello, Willie." "...Iam." "What?" "William." "Oh, yeah." "Right." "Yeah." "The Federalist Papers." "Really?" "Is this what you two get up to behind my back?" "Uh, no." "We make out." "Thanks for that." "You asked." "I gotta get going." "I have defensive-line practice in the morning." "Ok." "Uh, thanks for the help." "Same time tomorrow?" "Sure, if that's cool with your dad." "Why did I have to have a daughter?" "Uh, you know, actually, come over an hour earlier." "We can make out." "A lippy daughter." "What are you grinnin' at?" "You two." "Heh." "It's cool." "Bye, then." "William was coaching me so I can take down this idiot that's on the other debate team." "Idiot?" "Mm-hmm." "Sounds a bit personal." "That's pretty rich coming from you." "I go up against a lot of different people, em, but it's never personal." "Boop." "Never disrespect your opponent, Em." "Or your dad, for that matter." "So, I should just bully them, then?" "I shake people up until they lose control and forget to hide their emotions." "Not the same as bullying at all." "You really think I'm disrespectful to you?" "You can't help it." "I'm the authority figure." "It's in your blood." "Don't argue." "Bully." "Thank you for coming back in." "Like I have a choice." "Well, you have a brain, don't you?" "We have unfinished business, you and I." "So how long have you known that Colette was having an affair with Ben Aston?" "I found out when Aston called me." "All right." "How long have you known about the affair?" "That wasn't surprise on your face at the house." "So how long are you gonna make me wait for the truth, Lane?" "Colette took night courses." "She, uh, stayed late for conferences." "You name it." "I'm a cop." "I know when something's not right." "And add to that that you and Colette couldn't conceive." "Which is how come Dr. Heaton's involved in all of this, right?" "Explain to me what this has to do with finding my daughter." "When your wife said that the baby was yours, both of yours..." "Mm-hmm." "Even though you knew she'd had an affair, you never questioned that you were the father?" "Kimberly is my daughter." "When I made that crack about her being the mother of your children, she tried to hide her shame." "You are not the father of both children." "You ever wonder why Kimberly doesn't look even the littlest bit like you?" "Now you're wonderin'," ""well, if I'm not Kimberly's father, what the hell is Heaton's role in all of that?"" "You find that out, you might find the baby." "Morning, Dr. Foster." "Satisfied customers?" "And their babies." "Now, can we take this in my office, please?" "No." "Excuse me?" "No, we did that before, and it didn't work very well." "Is Lane Bradley Kim's real father?" "Well, both their names are on the birth certificate." "Yeah, but you can pretty much put anything you want on a birth certificate, right?" "Lane and Colette Bradley are Kimmy's parents, period." "Parents." "Yeah, as opposed to mother and father." "You know, that's a very carefully put language distinction and technically true." "I mean," "Lane and Colette are raising her, even if they weren't the biological parents." "You got any kids yourself, Dr. Heaton?" "I'll take that as a no, then." "Yet somehow you think of all of these babies as yours, you know, in a way." "A kind of substitute parenthood." "Well, no one would argue with that." "If you don't mind, please..." "Do any of your patients ever get the wrong sperm?" "Ms. Tate." "I'm--I'm sorry." "I'll be" "I'm not gonna talk about this any further out here." "I mean, do they ever get it mixed up, you know, accidentally?" "Ok, how 'bout intentionally?" "!" "Lane Bradley isn't Kim's biological father." "Of course he's the father." "I did the work myself." "Well, how long did the process take?" "And don't give us any of that patient-doctor crap, or we'll take this back out there." "5 years." "The process to get them pregnant took 5 years." "Right." "Thank you." "Next question." "Would a doctor, like you, help the process along by making a little donation of his own?" "That's outrageous." "It's disgusting, yeah." "You get a lot of cards from your patients." "More than I can count." "It's funny, though." "'Cause you get a card from the Bradleys, right, and it's the only one that ends up in a schmancy frame, and it's their little girl that gets taken." "As you already know, we've grown particularly close." "We think that whoever Kim's father is might have her." "Lane is her father." "I don't know how I can make this any more clear to you people." "Well, you could say it again, all right, but this time, without squinting and pressing your lips together and that." "Lane isn't the father." "So who is, then?" "Let me guess." "It's confidential." "Whoa." "This conversation never happened." "No, we got it all from your face, mate." "And from what you didn't say." "And your point is?" "Wallowski found some video from a drugstore surveillance camera." "This is from this morning, same drugstore Kim was taken from." "Lane Bradley goes in early on his shift, and..." "He buys diapers." "Get him in the cube pronto." "I know I'm not the best husband or dad in the world." "That's my part in this." "You asked me when I was going to admit that." "Well, there you have it." "But I am a good cop." "That is, until the day when I stop looking for Kimmy." "We got video of you buying diapers this morning." "I always buy diapers today." "You got plenty of baby supplies at home, Lane." "Care to explain?" "He has to buy 'em." "Don't you?" "So you can keep believing." "Otherwise, you have to admit to yourself that you've lost all hope." "Right?" "Go get your wife and your son and bring 'em back here." "Gently." "Ok." "Wallowski will get Dr. Heaton..." "Not so gently." "Heaton's involved in this?" "He's standing in the way of the truth." "You thank me when we get your baby back." "Yeah?" "What's the meaning of this?" "Well, I think we're just about to find that out." "Mrs. Bradley, have you ever had an affair with anyone else other than your boss?" "What kind of question is that?" "The kind we can't help answering with our faces." "So just one affair, then?" "Stanley Heaton told you?" "No, but I take it from that look that he knows and he's just covering for you." "I just want my baby back." "Is your boss, Ben Aston, the real father of your baby?" "But he doesn't know that he's the father." "I never told him." "As far as he's concerned," "Dr. Heaton's fertility treatments with me and my husband worked." "All right, so Colette came to you, and she told you that she was having an affair with Ben Aston, that she thought that he'd made her pregnant, right?" "She never told me the name of the father, and I didn't want to know." "Tkk tkk." "So there's no reason to suspect that Aston may have taken the baby." "Colette, come on." "You just said you want your baby back." "Simple answers to simple questions, please." "So you think it's Ben?" "Or anyone else who considers himself a part of the family." "We think whoever took your baby had the key to your car or they knew where the spare was." "I keep the spare in the-- in the junk drawer in--in the kitchen." "Well, that just opened up a whole new line of thinking into who could have done this." "So in this one, you're sort of smilin' at your dad." "Am I?" "Yeah." "Little bit." "Just a little bit." "If you say so." "I don't see it." "You ever seen your dad cry?" "I saw your dad cry." "I saw him cry today when I questioned him." "You see, there it is again." "It's the same smile." "You enjoy it, don't you?" "You enjoy seeing' him suffer." "Are you crazy?" "Restless leg syndrome." "See, I think you and I," "I think we're startin' to understand each other." "You hate your dad, but you love your mum." "Worst day of your mum's life." "The worst day." "You won't even look at her." "No." "No." "I don't have to talk to you." "I already told you you can't help talkin' to me." "Don't you get it?" "So did you take her just to hurt your dad?" "It's like there's no one else in that family..." "Just him and his princess Kimmy." "Where is she?" "Didn't plan to take her." "I was just walkin' to school, saw the car parked outside the drugstore, and I got an idea." "That's a lot of bollocks." "'Cause your mum's spare keys were in the junk drawer in the kitchen, right, so you did plan this." "What'd you do to her?" "Did you kill her?" "Did you kill a little baby just to stick it to your dad once and for all?" "You want to stand up to your dad, all right, you can do better than this." "Sit down, son." "This hurts everyone." "This hurts your mum, hurts Kimberly." "Sit down, son!" "Where is she?" "You don't know what it's like." "To have a dad like him." "All right, try this one on for size, all right?" "3 nights a week, minimum, all right, he goes straight from work to the bar, and when he does stumble home in the middle of the night stinking of booze, right, he's straight in the kitchen," "and he's yellin' at your mum, and he-- you know, maybe he's knockin' her about a bit." "All right, you can hear all this from where you are." "You're--you're hiding in your bedroom." "All right, there's nothing you can do about it, but you're just-- you're up there, you're layin' in bed, and you're waitin'." "You're waiting because you know what's comin' next." "See, there's footsteps on the stairs." "All right, and you given up on God God knows when, but you're layin' there, and you're praying..." ""Make it stop." "Please make it stop."" "Sound familiar?" "Hmm?" "No?" "So your dad didn't actually hit you or your mum." "Well, in that case, you're right." "I have absolutely no idea what that's like." "Kimberly..." "Is at a friend's house." "Her parents are out of town." "Oh." "Hi." "Hi." "Hi." "My sweet." "I missed you so much." "Oh, my baby, my sweet." "I know." "I know." "Hi." "Thank you for bringing her back safe." "Her rash is better." "I had the cream." "Oh, LJ, what happened?" "Kimmy's home, Lane." "Thank God." "Baby." "Let's go inside." "Yeah." "Let's get her inside." "Thank you." "We got a lot of talkin' to do, dad." "Yeah." "We gotta take LJ in, Lane." "What?" "You kiddin' me?" "He kidnapped your daughter." "No." "No, w-we're not pressing charges." "That's not up to you, and you know it." "If it's any consolation, your wife gets a pass on the false statement." "Let's go, LJ." "You gonna be all right?" "Heh." "Ask me when I get my whole family back." "Oi." "Go easy." "The framers never imagined that their intentions would be scrutinized this way." "Have you even read the document?" "Of course I've read the document." "Don't do that." "Em, don't do that." "Don't roll your eyes like that." "Don't make it personal." "I didn't roll my eyes." "Pfft." "Pull the other one." "I didn't." "Liam?" "I-I'd stay out of this if I were you, mate." "Great." "I--I didn't roll my eyes." "Well, you were about to." "But I didn't, and you're the only person who would know that, and I'm not debating you." "And he hasn't even read it." "I have." "He has." "Whatever." "Apology accepted." "Never directly engage the enemy." "Em, just pretend they're not there-- no eye contact, nothing." "Enemy?" "Isn't that personal, exactly how you said not to be?" "I was just beginning to like you, son." "Even though we make out?" "All right, now." "I'm out of it." "Good luck with her, mate." "Meaning the debate is over?" "Meaning round one to Emily." "11 to go."