(this is a true story)
The PHONE rings.
LILI: (answering) Lili Wilkinson.
LADY ON PHONE: Hi. I believe you've got my son.
LILI: I'm sorry?
LADY: My son. You're holding my son.
LILI: Your son.
LADY: Yes. My son. You're holding him.
LILI: (looks around) I don't think I am.
LADY: I got a message. He's being held there.
LILI: Where exactly do you think this is?
LADY: The Victorian Juvenile Detention Centre.
LILI: Ah. No. Sorry. We're in the business of escapism here, not jailing.