Bette (feeling her face flush with anger): Look Detective, you are here to talk about our daughter and our drinking habits are none of your fucking business! If you have a problem with that, get the hell out! (Tina did not say a thing this time, she agreed with Bette and glared at the detective.)

Detective Stockwell: If I offended you two, I apologize. Now if we could get to your daughter, Angelica, then let’s do so!

Tina: Let’s!

Detective Stockwell: I just want to assure you two that we are doing the best that we can to get your daughter back and once Henry is caught, it is most likely he’ll do life in prison.

Bette (scoffed): If he gets caught!

Tina: Babe, let’s try to be optimistic about the whole thing.

Bette (starting to pace around the suite): I would like to, but this shit is driving my fucking insane and I want to rip that goddamn motherfucker’s head off!

Detective Stockwell: Mrs. Kennard, I understand what you are going through, it is torturous for the parents when their child has been kiddnapped and can’t do a thing about it, but try to remember we are doing all we can to locate your daughter.

Bette (pulling out her hair): How can I fucking remain calm when that pedophile is out there with our precious angel and how can you Tina be so fucking calm about this?

Tina: Bette we have a detective here to help us and as much as this is killing me as much as it is killing you, we basically don’t have a choice right now!

Bette (sat back down next to Tina on the bed and held her hand tightly): I’m sorry, baby and I am sorry, Detective.

Detective Stockwell: Don’t apologize, I understand and believe me we will find her! But the thing is that I’m going to ask for you to stay put here because I know both of you want to go back to LA as soon as possible…

Tina (interrupted Detective Stockwell): My sister in law told me the same thing and we will, but once the storm clears out, we are out of here!