Mercy Road

Phone ready.

Call Ruby.

Calling Ruby.

It'’s Ruby, leave a message,

and I might call you back.

Hey Rube. It's dad.

Um. Where are you?

Um...

Ruby, please, don't go home.

Please don't go home until you call me, okay?

Please call me.

Oh fuck.

Ah. Thank Christ.

Hey! Hey!

Incoming call from "Work."

Ignore.

- Incoming call from "Work." -Answer!

- Tom, where the hell are you? -Trudy.

Benny'’s crew pulled up with the trucks

and there'’s a lockbox on the gate.

They flagged us for that

bloody leak on the flare stack.

Trudy has my daughter called?

- Ruby? - Yes.

No! Tom, Benny told you to redo

that seam well two days ago.

- Benny'’s spewing, Tom. -Stop talking about Benny!

If Ruby calls, you get her to call me. Right away.

Check messages.

You have one new message

and one saved message.

First new message, received today, 9:32 a.m.

Hi, Mr. Roth, it'’s Mrs. Wilkinson

from Cornerbrook. Ruby's absent again today.

That's the second day this week.

I've left a message with both her mother and stepfather,

and haven't heard back from either yet, so I figured...

-Delete. - Message deleted.

You have one saved message.

Message received yesterday. 10:47 p.m.

Hey, dad.

I can't... I just, I just needed to talk to you

about something.

I... I just really need to talk.

Can you call me? Please?

-Call Ruby. - Calling Ruby.

Hey, it's Ruby.

Leave me a message

and I might call you back.

Call Ruby.

Calling Ruby.

Hey, it's Ruby, leave me a message

and I might call you back.

Hey, Ruby, I um...

know about...

I went to your school today to try and find you.

And I saw your friend Sarah and she...

I uh, I saw the picture.

It's not your fault.

Okay?

I just... I just really want to hear your voice.

Okay? Uh, just...

Just please call me. Call me.

Call me before you do anything, okay?

Incoming call from Benny.

Ignore.

-Ignore! - Incoming call...

Fuck off, Benny.

Incoming call from Terri.

Answer. Fuck. Did you know, Terri?

- The cops are calling me. -Did you know what he was doing?

Did you know what'’s happening in your house?

They said you took Ruby, are you insane?

-In your fucking house, Terri! -...you're not drinking again!

Fuck you Terri! You know I don't drink.

I don't know anything about you Tom,

and I don't want to know!

You promised to stay away, remember?

- That was the deal! -Oh no, Terri!

That was your fucking deal!

Is this your way of getting back at me?

Bring her back okay? Bring my daughter back.

- Will you do that, please? -I don't... I don't have her!

-Listen to me! - No, you listen!

The police told me someone saw a man

put a girl into a truck outside of my house.

-And it sure as shit... -What?

...sounds like your truck, Tom!

Well, it'’s not my fucking truck, is it?

I'm driving home, I'm almost at my house

and the cops are already there.

If you're drinking, put Ruby in a cab.

Do it now. I mean it!

Terri, don'’t go home! Terri don'’t...

...go home.

No. Don'’t go home.

Please, don'’t go home.

Oh, fuck.

-Incoming call from Terri. -Answer!

He'’s dead!

You killed him!

Oh, my God! What have you done?

He'’s dead, you fucking psycho!

What have you done?

He'’s dead! Oh, bring my daughter back!

Incoming call from

Emergency Services.

Ignore.

Incoming call from

Emergency Services.

Ignore.

Incoming call from Unknown.

Ruby? Answer!

Ruby!

- Mr. Roth. - Fuck.

Thank you for taking my call.

Yeah look, uh, this isn't a good time.

So just, you call the office

and Trudy will, uh, sort you out. Alright?

Check messages.

You have two new messages

and one saved message.

First new message received today.

6:56 p.m.

Yeah, hi, it'’s Benny.

Answer your fucking phone fuck-knuckle!

What did I tell you two days ago?

Sort out that cracked seam weld on the fucking flare stack.

I can smell the bloody gas all the way from Mercy Road.

- Fucking cunt. - Delete.

Message deleted.

Second new message.

Received today, 6:59 p.m.

Hello, Mr. Roth.

My name is Abigail Peterson

from the State Protection Unit.

I'm a crisis negotiator.

I know you're dealing with a lot of stress

and confusion right now.

I want to assure you our single goal at this time

is to ensure the safety of your daughter, Ruby.

We just need to know she's alright.

Now I think it's best if you bring her back

so we can help you make sense of what's happened here.

We need to know that Ruby is alright, Tom.

So please call me back at this number.

Delete.

Message deleted.

Sarah.

Call Sarah.

Calling Sarah Waters.

Sarah, it's Ruby'’s dad.

Mr. Roth.

- What's going on? -Everything's fine.

The Police called my mum looking for Ruby.

-Sarah, listen. - What, what did you do?

-Sarah, listen to me. - I don't, don'’t think I should.

-Sarah! - You'’re scaring me!

I'm not supposed to be talking to you.

How did you even get my number?

You texted me today to meet you at school.

You texted me!

Sarah, I didn't meet you until this afternoon.

How would I have your number?

I should hang up.

No, no, no, Sarah, I need your help.

Okay, you were the last person

to talk to Ruby last night.

Not like in person. We Snapchatted.

-What exactly did she say? - I told you already.

Tell me again.

She said she was looking for her father,

but he wasn't answering.

Yeah I was out late. I was, it was really late,

and I didn't hear her message until this morning.

Could've meant her other father. She just said father!

I don'’t know which one. Then she sent me the picture.

I took a screenshot.

Okay, what happened to the original?

- It-it-it disappeared. - What?

You know... Snapchat?

Yes. Sarah, have you told your mum

or the police about the photograph, about--

God no! Ruby made me swear never to tell anyone!

And I deleted the picture like you said.

Sarah, there's a reason that you confided in me today.

Why you showed me the photo and no one else.

Because, like, you'’re her dad.

That's right. I'’m her dad. I'’m her dad, Sarah.

Now I need your help.

Is there anyone or anywhere

you can think of that she might be?

I don't want him to get in trouble.

No one'’s getting in trouble, Sarah.

She could be with Dario.

Who the fuck is Dario?

- Her boyfriend. - Boyfriend? She's 12.

- He's older. - Jesus fucking Christ.

He'’s in grade seven!

Okay, give me Dario'’s number.