This Is Your FBI - The Cold Blooded Kidnapper

In the hills on the outskirts of a New England town there's a shack belonging to Jed Monroe and his wife Clara. On the porch of this hovel, Jed is stretched out in the warm sunshine sleeping. Clara says "Jed, you Jed, wake up I said". Jed says "Huh? What is it Clara, time to eat? Clara says "Nope". Jed says "Then, leave me be". Clara says "Just a minute, I want to talk to you". Jed says "Now what?" Clara says "I am getting sick to death about what's going on around here. 365 days a year you eat, sleep, then you get up and eat again. He says "Now, don't go starting that again". She says "I tell you I'm sick to death of it. When are you going to get to work? He says "I already told you. I don't like work". She says "Well we need to eat and we need clothes. Working is the only way to get them things". He says "What makes you think that? She says "you got some other way?" He says "Maybe I have". She says "Like what?" He says "Clara, a man don't make no real money working with his hands. He gets it out up here, his head, thinking". She says "That leaves you out then". He says "Now, let me talk. All the time that you've been yapping and nagging at me around here, I've been thinking. Thinking real hard, and I got a way to make me some big money. More than you ever seen in your whole life. Now you just listen to me. Here's what I'm aiming to do". Later that afternoon, a young high school girl is walking down the street in a nearby town. Near the corner, a battered old car pulls up close to her.