Larssen: Officer, you're not listening to me. My son is missing and I need you to find him. He's been falling in the wrong crowd recently. I think he might be doing drugs.
Samson: What kind of crowd are we talking about?
Larssen: I think he's made some bad friends from school. He went to their house for a New Year's party and came home at 3am!
Samson: And when he came home, was he acting strangely? Did he smell like alcohol, or did you find any illegal substances on him?
Larssen: Well, no, but I'm sure these friends of his are up to no good.
Samson: Okay. Can you tell me more about these friends? Have you met them before?
Larssen: One of them dropped Martin off at home after that party. Didn't like that kid one bit. He looks like a drug dealer. Or maybe drug dealer's bodyguard.
Samson: And do you know his name?
Larssen: No, I don't. Why does this matter? Can you just track my son's phone or something? Don't the police have tracking devices?
Samson: We can't just track any phone we want to, ma'am. We need probable cause and an active missing person's case.
Larssen: Well, get on it then!
Samson: (SIGHS) What was your son wearing the last time you saw him?
Larssen: His pajamas! He left in the middle of the night, officer. I don't know what he was wearing.
Samson: Got it. Let me take this to my supervisor and I'll call you with the next steps, if your son doesn't show up by then.
Larssen: That's it? So you're not going to do anything?
Samson: I am doing something, Mrs. Larssen. I'm following protocol.
Larssen: This is unbelievable! Is this really how the police department operates?
Samson: Just standard procedure. Right this way, ma'am. I'll walk you out.
Larssen: Officer, do you have children?
Samson: Yes, Mrs. Larssen. One daughter.
Larssen: Just the one? We're the same then. How would you feel if your daughter was the one missing?
Samson: Ma'am, I promise you I will do everything that I can to help. I'll call you if anything comes up, alright? Take care.