"Chelsea, do you mind?" "We have a lot to go over." "Okay, you need to make good with Georgina from Extra because you ignored her at their party last week and she's pissed." "And Kelly, from E.T. Yes, Liz, I know." "I've only done this six thousand times." "Did you see the cover of US Weekly?" "Couldn't do anything about the title?" "Hey." "Hope I didn't interrupt a big date or anything." "No, just an intense game of solitaire." "Who's he?" "His name's Tony Marcus." "He's Chelsea Prince's personal driver." "The Chelsea Prince?" "Publishing heiress?" "Mm-hmm." "She was on the way home from a party in Soho." "I guess when the ruckus broke out he pressed the panic button on the OnStar system." "They called the police." "Police called us." "I have a .Wav file recording of the incident." "Want to hear it?" "sure." "This is OnStar." "What's the problem Mr. Marcus?" "They took Chelsea!" "Chelsea Prince." "Are you hurt, sir?" "There was a bunch of them." "One guy smashed my window." "Then the other one put a gun to my head." "No!" "No!" "Then they took her." "They took her." "The police are on their way, Mr. Marcus." "This feels like a contract job to me." "Well, they say she's worth a half a billion dollars." "Well, there's your motive." "3x15:" "PARTY GIRL" "Is it true that the driver was kidnapped, too?" "I already told you, I don't know anything." "This could all just be a rumor." "Liz, we heard Chelsea's car was found at the side of the road." "As I said before, you know as much as I do." "This is a private party." "I'm pretty sure we're on the list." "Oh, my God." "Is Tony okay?" "Well, he's on his way to the hospital." "I can't believe this." "This is crazy." "Who else knew that Chelsea would be here tonight?" "Everybody." "Max Miller's birthday party's always the biggest event of the season." "Besides, we're promoting Glitterati." "What's Glitterati?" "Our new makeup line." "Chelsea and I started it together." "Liz!" "Can we have a statement please!" "How did you two get separated at the event?" "Oh, um, she didn't go inside." "Why not?" "Well, she shows up for the press line." "How do you think she does four of these events in one night?" "But you went inside?" "Yeah." "It's good for business; it's good for Chelsea if I work the party." "So where was she headed?" "Back to the hotel." "She's staying at the 'W' this month." "I thought she lives in New York." "She does, but she sold her apartment." "Right?" "So now she moves from one hotel to the next." "Is that for security purposes?" "No, no." "She just gets bored." "Look, do you think this is about money?" "Probably, but we haven't ruled anything out yet." "Does she have a boyfriend?" "Well, I wouldn't exactly call him a boyfriend, but, yeah, she was hooking up with this guy for a couple of months, which is the longest she ever saw anybody." "What's his name?" "Babak Mansoor." "He owns like half the clubs in this city." "He also happens to be married." "She's not seeing him anymore?" "No, no." "It ended about a month ago." "I need to speak to you." "I'm busy." "It's my club." "So kick me out." " Yeah" "Hey, Babak." "You looked pretty good on that video." "So it's true?" "You recorded us?" "Oh, come on, what's a little sex tape between friends?" "I suggest you get me that tape." "Or you're going to have trouble, and not just from me." "Come on, come on." "Let's kiss and make up." "You don't understand, okay?" "I have a wife." "I have a child." "Hey." "If that tape gets out, you'll ruin my whole life." "Don't worry, Babak, I'm not going to leak the tape." "Unless there's a dry period." "You think it's funny?" "You're just a useless, empty little bimbo." "The only reason these people are even hanging out with you is because you're famous." "That's not going to last long." "Babak married into big money, right?" "Like billions." "His wife's family is very conservative and his in-laws would never look too kindly on him cheating on their daughter." "So are you going to leak the tape?" "I don't even know what Chelsea did with it." "What about her security?" "Where were they tonight?" "Well, she didn't have any." "She actually hasn't had any security since the last week." "Why?" "She said she got sick of having them around." "Now, you've been in charge of Chelsea's security for a long time, right?" "Her parents hired me as a private consultant in '89." "They died a couple years later in a plane crash, you know?" "But you stayed on?" "Yeah." "Her parents were good people." "I think she would have turned out a lot differently if they were still alive." "Now, I heard that Chelsea didn't want you around lately." "What was that about?" "Growing pains." "I've seen it before." "The client wants to be a normal person for a while." "So they tell you to go away." "Then there's an incident; they ask you back." "I guess this was the incident." "Now, do you think there's any chance that Chelsea put this whole thing together herself?" "Why would she do that?" "Publicity." "I doubt it." "How about her publicist?" "Ah, Liz Murray." "They met on the club scene." "Chelsea was fifteen." "Liz was an assistant at a big PR firm." "They've been joined at the hip ever since." "I don't think Liz even has any other clients." "How about obsessed fans or stalkers?" "I bet Chelsea has a few of them." "More than a few." "This is all her fan mail from last year." "Some of it is definitely in stalker territory." "I've tagged it according to their threat assessment." "I'd say you had your work cut out for you." "Yeah, I'd agree." "We're expecting a ransom demand." "How accessible are her accounts?" "We have a good KR policy. $200 million max." "And all her finances run through you?" "At least until she's 25." "Her parents set it up that way." "She has no living relatives?" "She had an uncle." "He died a couple of years ago." "He had custody of Chelsea until she was eighteen, but he never paid any attention." "Too much time on his yacht in Cannes." "Meanwhile, she's fourteen years old and hanging out in clubs doing drugs." "Any chance that she's still doing drugs?" "I don't know, but ... she came to me for a large amount of cash a couple of weeks ago." "Really?" "What do you mean "no," Roberta?" "It's my money." "You have to give it to me." "We set up corporations for tax purposes." "The money has to be accounted for." "You can't just withdraw huge sums of cash at will." "I swear, I won't tell a soul." "Please, it's important." "Important?" "You mean for drugs?" "No!" "I swear!" "Then what?" "You're obviously in trouble." "I'm not in trouble!" "I'm not in trouble!" "You come in here, you ask me for $100,000 in cash." "You've refused to have security." "You won't tell me why." "I've got to have some answers." "Look." "I promise I won't ever ask you for anything like this again." "Please, Roberta." "Just this one time." "Something in her voice -- she had such conviction;" "I gave in to her." "It is possible that she's being blackmailed." "Does she have anything to hide?" "I wouldn't think so." "I should have pushed harder, made her tell me what the money was for." "Why didn't you?" "Because I spoil her." "We've all spoiled her." "Mm." "... where to find them." "He's there now?" "Yeah, bye." "We've got a bead on Chelsea's ex, Babak Mansoor." "Danny's headed over to one of his nightclubs to have a word." "Good." "You know ... we could make a sex tape, ... post it online here, then you wouldn't have to tell anybody about us." "That's cute." "So what do you got on the limo driver?" "He's in surgery." "Doctors say we may be able to speak to him in a couple hours." "Did he check out?" "Well, so far his financial records don't show any big deposits." "Viv went through his phone records, found nothing, and frankly, I'm not sure any amount of money is worth brain damage." "Mm." "Think about it." "Anything in the fan letters?" "Um ... it's unbelievable how these young girls idolize her." "For what?" "Well, she's rich, beautiful and famous." "What else is there, right?" "Yeah, famous for being rich and beautiful." "Take a look at this." "Where the hell did they get that?" "That's a damn good question." "The mpeg file's all over the internet." "It was only sent fifteen minutes ago." "And every other news station's already got it on the air?" "Downloaded it off the network's website." "Nice of them to call us." "Let's hear it." "My name is Chelsea Prince and I don't deserve to live." "I've done nothing ..." "I've done nothing in my life, created nothing or accomplished nothing." "I'm only here now because I don't exist unless I'm on camera." "Okay, where are we?" "We don't have much to work with; it's a standard mpeg." "The camera could be fixed to this location and controlled by remote." "The file was sent from an anonymous account, running through a server in the Ukraine." "Did you contact the lookout in Kiev?" "Yeah, they're working on it, but I'm not holding my breath." "They've got other problems over there." "That looks like asbestos, which would make the building pre-70s." "I can't figure out why the light's pulsing like that." "That could be a problem with the camera, a loose bulb." "Could you just zoom out for a sec?" "It doesn't look like she's been physically harmed." "She's still wearing her ring." "Yeah, that rock is worth about $2 mil." "Could you play it again with sound?" "My name is Chelsea Prince and I don't deserve to live." "I've done nothing ..." "I've done nothing in my life, created nothing or accomplished nothing." "I'm only here now because I don't exist unless I'm on camera." "I don't think professional kidnappers would be interested in making her seem so worthless." "Yeah, feels more like a personal vendetta." "Yeah, maybe." "Check this number to the light." "Hmm?" "Which one of you is Mr. Mansoor?" "How can I help you?" "I'm Danny Taylor, I'm with the FBI." "I'd like to talk to you ... alone." "I assume this is about Chelsea?" "Well, you assumed right." "Any thoughts on who may have kidnapped her?" "No idea." "Not that I'm surprised this happened." "A lot of people think she's bad for society." "How about you?" "Do you think she's bad for society?" "I think she was bad for my marriage." "Oh." "Does your wife know?" "No, not yet." "Well, she might." "There's a little sex tape going around." "not anymore." "No?" "Unless she was lying." "What are you talking about?" "I don't know why exactly, but a few days after I found out about it, she came to her senses." "Can I get you anything else?" "What are you doing here?" "Can we talk for a second?" "What do we have to talk about?" "This." "It's the only copy." "I thought Liz was gonna send this to the tabloids." "She was, but I changed my mind;" "I told her not to." "Chelsea, you could have easily made another copy." "Yeah, well, I guess you're just going to have to take my word for it." "Chelsea." "What?" "Why the sudden change of heart?" "Doesn't matter." "Something just happened today." "Well ... thank you." "I don't know why she gave it to me;" "I'm just happy she did." "When was that?" "Think about it, 'cause I'm gonna need an exact date." "It was a friend's birthday party, a Friday." "Must have been January 28." "What about the ex's alibi?" "He was at the club all night." "it looks like our beauty queen grew a conscience." "I wonder why." "Come on, Viv." "She's just a young girl with too much money and no one to look after her." "That's no excuse." "Danny, you said Chelsea gave him back the tape on January 28, right?" "Yeah." "Okay, according to our publicist's calendar, that coincides with the book signing she did." "She wrote a book?" "Oh, yeah." "Looking like a princess:" "A girl's guide to makeup." "please." "Babak Mansoor said something happened to her that day." "Maybe it happened there." "So you were here that day, too?" "It was our big in-store event of the month." "Chelsea was two hours late." "She didn't even apologize when she finally did show up, and then she had the nerve to spend fifteen minutes primping in the bathroom." "Did she seem coked up to you?" "No, just Here's Scott." "What's up?" "Scott, this is the FBI." "Tell them about that weird guy who came up to Chelsea Prince that day." "Oh, yeah." "That was pretty out there." "He was like a stalker or something." "Everybody just be patient." "I know you've been waiting a long time." "No, no, no, I'm not going lower than $50,000 for the shoe." "No." "Thank you." "Are we almost done?" "I have a manicure in, like, twenty minutes." "Sir, you're going to have to wait your turn." "Sir?" "Do you want me to sign something for you?" "You want me to sign this?" "That's my sister." "She idolized you." "She wrote you dozens of letters." "You never once wrote her back." "I get a lot of letters." "I'm a busy person." "Maybe you should tell your sister to get a hobby or something." "She had hobbies." "She made jewelry and art." "She had talent, real talent." "That's all over with now." "She killed herself." "She slit her wrists because of you." "Can I just ask you all something?" "I mean, have any of you ever heard of Maya Angelou or the Bronte sisters?" "Huh?" "No?" "So, this?" "This is your role model?" "Look, I'm sorry about what happened to your sister." "You're sorry?" "These companies that you promote, they like to pretend that any girl can be a beauty queen so long as she has the right clothes and the right makeup." "Well, not every girl can loook like Chelsea Prince, okay?" "So what happens if she can't?" "What happens?" "I printed these up off of my sister's computer." "It's all the letters she wrote to you." "So, maybe ... maybe you can take some time out of your busy shopping schedule and read them." "it was really bizarre and it was kind of scary." "Chelsea was pretty thrown by it." "Do you know who the man was?" "No, I have no idea." "Do you have any receipts from that day?" "I don't think it would help; he didn't buy anything." "Okay, thank you." "All right." "So he printed out copies of his sister's letters." "We didn't find them in the hotel room, did we?" "I'll check." "Okay." "You all right, Viv?" "Yeah, fine." "Listen, have you found any, uh, letters from a girl, twelve years old, desperate?" "Thousands." "Okay, this one wrote to Chelsea a bunch of times." "Chelsea never wrote back." "She was probably getting more and more desperate." "Okay, hundreds." "Have you tried checking her hotel room?" "Yeah." "Danny's tearing it apart right now." "Nothing so far." "I need you guys to take a look at something." "This web site just posted." "You've got to be kidding." "The deadline is tomorrow morning at 9:00 A.M." ""Make an informed decision."" "It's a highlight reliving her exploits." "Being pretty is hard work!" "So what do you think is your greatest achievement?" "I would definitely have to say it's my fashion sense." "Chelsea, what are your thoughts about the war in Iraq?" "I think we should do whatever the president says we should do." "I mean, he is the president." "These are not exactly her best moments." "No." "Can't we track this site?" "He's using a data haven." "We can't pinpoint the location." "It could be the guy from the bookstore -- an eye for an eye." "He would have needed help, right?" "Leopold and Loeb." "Sometimes they come in twos." "Hey, look at this." "The tally has started." "She's losing." "Thank you for coming." "My name is Liz Murray." "Some of you may know me as Chelsea Prince's publicist." "What you may not know is that she's also my best friend." "I want everyone who is voting for Chelsea to die to know that she is a real person." "She isn't just fodder for the tabloids - she ..." "laughs and cries and feels, like all of you." "She's a good person, and her life is not just something that can be decided upon like you're voting for a game show contestant" "This is brilliant." "What's she trying to do, get Chelsea killed?" "Well, she's a publicist." "You two go pick her up and shut her up before she does any more damage." "Has that limo driver come out of surgery yet?" "Mm-hmm." "But the doctors say he's not ready to talk." "Hey, if he's conscious, he's ready to talk." "They put her on the internet?" "Yeah, people are voting whether she should live or die." "What?" "That's ... crazy." "You obviously spent a lot of time with Chelsea." "Can you think of anybody that would do something like that?" "Chelsea hangs out with all types, but ... nobody comes to mind." "Tony, who else knew Chelsea's itinerary last night?" "Um ... me, Liz, I guess, uh ... maybe Garrett Palmer, Chelsea's security guy." "What do you remember about the attack?" "Nothing." "Not much." "Must've blacked out." "So you don't remember how many guys there were?" "Uh, maybe three?" "I-I don't know." "Uh ... they were wearing masks." "You just said that you were blacked out." "Yeah ... well, yeah, I was ..." "I was in and out." "All right." "Um  do you recognize this man?" "Who is he?" "It's not important." "Do you recognize him?" "Never seen him before." "'Kay." "Now, uh, if I told you that, uh, you and Chelsea were attacked by a single assailant, what would you say?" "Really?" "Yeah, okay, maybe." "I don't know." "But according to the OnStar recording, you said that there was a bunch of them." "You know, that's what I thought." "Look ..." "look, I don't know, it's all really hazy right now, okay?" "All right, all right." "Thank you." "Feel better." "Thanks." "Well, I had to do something." "You should've called us first." "if ever we ask someone to make a public plea, it's usually family." "Well, I am her family." "I'm sorry." "I just couldn't sit there and let this happen." "Can't you guys write a computer program to sway the votes or something?" "We're working on it, but there may not be enough time for that." "I just can't believe that people are voting for her to die." "Look, people can vote as many times as they want, and unfortunately, the whack jobs are voting more than others." "What about all the young girls who love her, aren't they voting?" "We know that this man approached her at her book signing a few weeks ago " " You were there, right?" "Yeah, but I was on the phone the entire time." "She had so many appearances that week that I could barely keep up." "But, um ... she was acting weird when she got back to the car." "Tony noticed, too." "And what about Tony?" "Could he be involved?" "Why would you ask that?" "The kidnappers put him in the hospital." "How was he with Chelsea?" "Was he ever resentful?" "Was there ever any problems?" "I don't think so." "Oh, God." "This is all my fault." "And why would you say that?" "Because she didn't even want to go to Max's birthday party last night." "Why not?" "Because she wanted out." "Of what?" "The life." "You're so quiet lately." "You haven't been going out, you're clean as a whistle." "Where's the party girl?" "I think maybe we need a break." "What are you talking about?" "Just take some time apart, try something different." "Chelsea, we have a lot of commitments, and you're just burnt out." "Let's take a spa day." "I don't need a spa day." "I need to be done with all of this." "Did something happen?" "What's ... what's going on?" "Maybe I need something more than just shopping, partying and paparazzi." "Well ... what are you gonna do?" "I don't know." "She said she'd finish the launch for Glitterati, but then she was out." "That was, uh, four days ago." "If I hadn't been so worried about our new company, then maybe none of this would've happened." "You should've told us this before." "I honestly didn't think it mattered." "Does it?" "Well, she's coming back; maybe the publicist's plea actually helped." "Sam, listen to this." ""Dear Miss Prince, thank you for reading to us -- it was really nice." "Can we read Harry Potter next time?" "Thank you, Cindy Pete."" "There are all these letters from kids at a school in the South Bronx, and they were all written within the last two weeks." "Two weeks?" "Uh-huh." "That would be just after the guy went off on her in the bookstore." "Mm-hmm." "He made her feel so bad that she decides to start reading to kids to ... to give something back?" "Chelsea Prince, the South Bronx?" "Unless ... unless the little girl that killed herself went to school there?" "well, we understand that Chelsea's been coming here reading to the kids lately." "Yes." "She was just here yesterday." "Did she say why she chose here specifically?" "Well, I've known her for a long time." "You have?" "Oh, yes." "I was her sixth-grade teacher, at Phillips Academy." "Ms. McPherson, um ..." "I know this may sound like a strange question, but, um, have any of your students committed suicide recently?" "No, but I think I know what you're talking about." "Chelsea came here because of that poor girl." "Chelsea?" "Oh, my God, what a surprise to see you." "What are you doing here?" "I sort of just looked you up." "Ah, well ... here I am." "Why did you leave Phillips Academy?" "Oh, well ... you know, wanted a bit of a change." "You mean you got sick of spoiled brats like me." "You weren't a brat." "I wasn't?" "Hey ... come here" "What's going on, Chelsea?" "I don't know, I've just been going through some stuff." "Okay, tell me." "It's okay." "Someone killed herself." "A little girl, because of me, because I didn't write her back." "Now, I'm sure that's not true." "God, honey, if she killed herself, she must have had other problems." "I went to see her brother." "I wanted to apologize, to do something for the family." "I gave him money." "A hundred thousand dollars." "He was so angry." "He called it blood money and didn't accept it." "So I just left it in his mailbox." "I didn't know how else to help him." "Well, honey, he's ... he's grieving." "You know what that's like." "And besides, there's not much you can really do to help him." "I want you to look at these." "These are her letters." "I want you to read them." "Why?" "Because ... you work with kids." "You understand them." "I want you to tell me what was wrong with her, what I could have done." "Maybe you can show them to the school psychologist and ...you can tell me what her problem was, so I can help other kids like her." "Okay, sure." "Sure." "I'll do what I can." "You want to know what you can do?" "What?" "Oh, honey, these kids idolize you." "You can read them a story." "I can't." "Of course you can." "She started coming here a lot after that, to read to the kids." "Do you still have any of those letters?" "Yeah." "They're on my desk." "We're gonna need to see those." "Tell me, Chelsea, what do you want for society?" "I don't know." "Have you ever done anything of value?" "No." "Never." "Then what makes you so worthy of fame?" "I don't know." "And this still isn't live?" "No, it's recorded." "He's not going live till the execution." "Yeah, he must be afraid that if people see her crying and suffering all day long, they'll vote for her to live." "I just got a call from Sam." "She, uh,found the girl that killed herself." "Her name is, uh, Stacy Reinecker, from Albany." "Reinecker?" "yep, that's, uh, R-E-I-N-E-C-K-E ..." "Right." "Why do I know that name?" "All right, here we go." "I've got five Reineckers in Albany." "Any with a criminal record?" "No." "The limo driver." "He called a Doug Reinecker." "When?" "Two days ago." "That's him." "I swear to God it wasn't supposed to go this far." "He told me he was going to ask for a ransom and we'd split it." "That's it; nobody was supposed to get hurt." "Didn't quite work out that way, did it?" "Hey, look, I'm telling you the truth, all right?" "The guy went crazy." "How'd you two meet?" "He was following us around." "The guy had a camera." "I thought he was a paparazzi." "He tipped me a couple hundred bucks." "I gave him a couple places where we'd be, so, you know, he'd be able to get a good picture." "How did it evolve from there?" "He approached me a few days ago." "I was waiting for Chelsea to come out of her hotel, and that's when he told me the truth." "you hear me, Tony?" "She thought she could pay me off." "Like my sister's life had a price tag on it." "She was twelve years old, man." "Where are your parents?" "Mom's dead, dad's in jail." "It was just the two of us." "I was raising her on my own." "That sucks, man, it really does, but what the hell you doing here?" "I'm trying to make things right." "How's that?" "I see the way she treats you, like you're invisible, like you're nothing." "Part of the job." "You've been working for her how long now, six years?" "She ever even once asked you about your family?" "What's your point?" "I've got $100,000 -- up-front money for you." "Once we collect the ransom, there'll be enough for both of us to live out the rest of our lives." "Whoa, what are you talking about, kidnapping her?" "You said yourself, she doesn't got any security right now." "We can make it look good, no problems." "There she is!" "There she is!" "Chelsea Prince!" "Right this way!" "Look, I don't want to go to jail for the rest of my life, all right?" "So, I'll do whatever I can to help you out." "Just help me get a good deal." "You want to deal?" "Please." "Okay, well, then give me something." "Where'd he take her?" "He never told me where he was taking her." "I didn't want to know." "No hits off of Reinecker's plates yet." "His car's got to be somewhere." "Yeah, I'm not getting anything from his finances either." "Albany checked his house; no sign of him." "You know, I can't believe it." "I just cannot believe people can be this cruel." "How did it swing back so fast?" "How were the exit polls off by eight points in Ohio?" "Well, the tech said that some people are voting hundreds of times, so who knows what the hell the real count is." "Maybe somebody's fixing it." "Wait a minute." "Maybe he's the one fixing the vote." "Why would he bother?" "Why not just kill her?" "'Cause he needs the justification." "I've broken it down by city." "We need Albany." "Eight hundred thousand and change." "Albany County only has around 200,000 people." "Seventy-six percent say "die."" "They've got to be coming from one place." "Four hundred and twenty-two thousand votes." "Microjava Internet Cafe." "That's it." "We got it." "Excuse me, sir, have you seen this man?" "No." "Excuse me, have you seen this guy before?" "No." "Nothing." "No one's seen him." "We checked the servers against all the computer users inside." "There's a wireless connection going to an unknown source." "Well, if he's using this router, he's got to be around here somewhere." "So we're looking for a building that was constructed before the '70s." "That's half the buildings on this block." "Yeah." "Jack, the final vote's in." "He's gonna kill her." "Vote's in, Chelsea." "No ..." "No, please, no!" "Please, please, no!" "All right, can you blow that up?" "No, please!" "No, please!" "Okay, Jack, there is some kind of a fan behind Chelsea." "is it an industrial fan, ceiling fan, window fan?" "Window fan." "Yes, yes." "Do you see it?" "Think so." "Sam, you got anything for me?" "damn it!" "He's cutting her wrists!" "Let's go!" "You guys go down there." "Help!" "Clear" " Help." "Help I'm in here." " OK Jack she can hear you." "She can hear us!" "Help me, please!" "She must be close." "Jack, look at that light." "Clear." "She's losing a lot of blood." "Martin!" "Martin!" "FBI!" "Freeze!" "Freeze!" "FBI!" "Freeze!" "don't move!" "Put your hands where I can see them." "Okay, I'll hold this up." "Sit up." "Come on, let's go." "Man, are you okay?" "I just need a couple minutes, that's all." "You sure?" "Mm-hmm." "Okay." "Doug Reinecker, the mastermind behind the Chelsea Prince kidnapping was taken into" "Reinecker had no prior run-ins with the law." "It's still unclear what motivated this man." "All right, back up, back up." "Watch your head." "Subtitles by:" "Chiva"