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- What did you say? What whiskey? Why don �t you ask me to my face, son ofa bitch? Ballantine �s. - Same again. - No, this one �s on me. - Why? -Just is. Fix your face, man! - Hello. - Hello. - Where were you? - Around. Pelayo went to look foryou. And I came to look foryou. Why? To- - No reason. To buy you a drink. - Want a drink? - No, thanks. Can you tell I �m elbowing in? The thing is, I �ve got a problem. A girl �s chasing me, and I need some help to get rid of her. Shit, shit, shit! She �s coming this way. She �s coming this way. Don �t look. Don �t look. You carry on talking, act as if he weren �t here.
I mean, as if I were here. Keep talking. Tra-la-lee, tra-la-la. What a lovely conversation we �re having. So that �s it, here we are... having a bit ofa chat about life. That �s enough! Where the hell were you? Around. I �m leaving. I �m tired. You two stay ifyou want. Well, this is where I leave you. - I �ll see you home. - No, I live very close. - I �ve got the motorbike. - No. - Don �t be silly. - Lay off, Pelayo. She wants to go on her own. Shut up. You �re drunk. I might be drunk, but I �m not an idiot. - Anyway, I �m not drunk. - Really, you needn �t bother. - As you wish. - You �re the one who �s drunk. We �ll call you to meet some other day. All right. We could go to the movies. - You hear?
- Great! Well, that �s it, then. No, don �t kiss me. You might get poisoned by my drunken breath. Well, we �ll meet up soon. Sure. We �ll meet up soon. It �s not cold. Well... I �m gonna have to go. Where are you going? I �vejust remembered my bike is back there. - I �ll go with you. - No. Why? You �re almost home now. - See you tomorrow. - Pelayo, wait a minute. What? I don �t know. You drank too much. We �ll talk tomorrow ifyou want. - Tomorrow I �ll wish I were dead. - You won �t. You just need to rest. Pelayo! You �re my best friend. Son ofa bitch! Openyoureyes. César.
It �s me. Sofía! - What are you doing here? - Forgive me. Why? I love you. Come on. - What �s wrong? - Nothing. I still can �t believe this is really happening. Where �s Pelayo? I don �t know. He went with you, didn �t he? Yes. Ofcourse. Come on. God, what a sensation! Ofwhat? Do you ever feel you �ve lived something before? Yes. Why is that? They say it �s a lapse in the brain. I �ve been here before. It usually goes away after a few seconds. I don �t want it to go away. You �ve made use ofyour time. That �s all there is here. Very pretty. Is it Sofía? How much longer will I be here?
No one ever knows that. Even my worst nightmare was never like this place. It �s a psychiatric penitentiary. No more, no less. - I shouldn �t be here. - You �re accused of murder. - I don �t even know what I did. - Tell me something. -Does the name Eli mean anything to you? -Eli? You know a girl with that name? No. Why do you ask? It seems you kept repeating it last night. I guess I was dreaming. - What did you dream? - I can �t remember. - It could be important. - How could it be important? Look, I can prove you didn �t know what you were doing... but first I have to find some explanation for all this. There is no explanation. I told you the other day. What did you dream, César? I don �t know. I only remember bits. First, I �m in a kind ofoffice. A secretary shows me into another office. There �saphoto ofa sunset anda man. Then, idon �t know. - Theyshowme lots ofpapers.
- Whatpapers? ldon �t know. But lsign them. Does the office belong to your company? No, I don �t recognize it. You dreamed ofa place you �d never been? Yes. That happens a lot, doesn �t it? Are they the papers you signed with the doctors? No, what happened with the doctors was surreal. - Why? - They rang me to go to the hospital. When I arrived, the whole surgical team was waiting. Formonths, those faceshadlookedat me with indifference andimpotence. Nowthey were allsmiles. Thesame bastard who hadsaidmycase washopeless talkedabout an operation. Theyhada newrevolutionarysystem in the clinic now. Theysaidthat within two weeks my face wouldbe completely reconstructed. You didn �t believe them? Not at first. I thought it wasjust a way to get more money out of me. But they showed me all the gadgets for the operation. It lookedlikescience fiction. Alllcouldsee were cables, switches, monitors. Actually, lneverreally knew what they weregoing to do. But lthought I �dnothing to lose. Thosepeople were usedto rhinoplasties... liposuctions, hairtransplants, but my operation wasmuch more. ln less than a week... my life hadturnedaround. One night, I waslying on thegrounddrunk, waiting to die. The next morning, my dreams were coming true... like in the movies.
Sofía loved me, and the doctors found the miracle cure. I don �t know. Obviously, I was suspicious. Suspicious? Ofwhom? Ofwhat? I don �t know. In life, you never know. Happiness comes when you least expect it. I once knew a guy who was alone in the world. Suddenly, he was married with two daughters. Fuck, you �ve got a strange idea of happiness. Well, that depends on the individual. What �s happiness foryou? What �s happiness foryou? Don �t ask any more stupid questions. But at that time, you were happy. Or weren �t you? So what? My life now is shit. All I can do is eat, shit, sleep and dream of my memories. It �s good that you remember. - Well? - Well, what? They were to remove the plates today. - And they did. - And? Well, my ears are where they should be. César, don �t scare me. - Take offthe plates.
- You can do it. How did they do it? Wait.Just to say that I love you. You �re going too fast... considering we met yesterday. Yesterday? My birthday, don �t you remember? I met an incredible girl. Her name was Sofía. But today I woke up feeling great... and now I �m with the girl again. What is it? What is it? Ifyou want me to move, you have to put in a coin. Ting! We neverappreciate thegoodmoments tillthey �re over. Maybe that �s why they �regoodmoments. - We don �tstop to thinkabout them. - Perhaps. What happenedto Pelayo? - What �s up? - Hang on a minute. - That �s it. - About time. - Want anything else? - No, thanks. How �s things, Pelayo? Fine. How �s things, Pelayo? Fine. Yeah. I �m actually not as fucked up as I look.
I �m used to you always winning, you bastard. - And Sofía isn �t that great. - You said she was ideal. Really? I was drunk. Anyway, we �re friends. Bastard! - What �s that on your face? - What? - Fuck, there �s a seam opening! - What are you on about? You fucking idiot! What �s the matter? I hate dreaming. You �re tickling me. What �s wrong? What is it? - Where �s Sofía? - What? What have you done with Sofía? - I am Sofía. - You bitch! - You �re mad. You �re mad. - Where is she? In one minute, I �m going to call the police. You �ll be in trouble ifSofía doesn �t appear. So you survived the accident. What accident? - Whose body was it?
- I didn �t have an accident. No. It wasn �t an accident. It was attempted murder. A pity you didn �t see my face, bitch! - Why do this? How have I changed? - You haven �t. You �re the same lunatic who gate-crashed my party. I �m the girl you made love tojust now. I �m Sofía. Stop saying you �re Sofía, do you hear? Don �t say her name! You won �t tell me where she is. You never will. César. I love you. - Hello. - Hello. You can go. I �ll see to this. Right. Let me get this clear. - Where were you last night? - At home. I told that gentleman. At home. With whom? - With a girl. - The girl just questioned?
No, that �s another girl. I was with Sofía. The girl I spoke to was Sofía. Yes, that �s what she says, but it �s a lie. - Who is she then? - She �s Nuria. Nuria what? I don �t know. She never told me her surname. Let �s see. You were at home with a girl called Sofía, and suddenly-- I go to the bathroom, come back, and she �s in Sofía �s place. Where �s Sofía? Ask Nuria. She �s pretending to be her. You don �t know her surname? But who do you believe, her or me? Listen, that girl �s papers are all in order. We �ve let her go. - You �ve what? - And I assure you she �s called Sofía. Sofía Cueto, and she lives at number 2, Quirós St. - No! - No, what? Well, yes, but that �s another girl. I know the real Sofía. Then tell me where she is. Because, legally the girl you �re talking about... only exists in your imagination. - I don �t believe this. - And another thing.
The girl looks as ifshe �d been hit. She was in my house supplanting my girlfriend! I don �t know why, but she wouldn �t press charges. Fucking great! So now she �s the victim! Tell me. Are you on drugs? - God! - You were under psychiatric care. My face was destroyed in a car crash she caused! Your face looks fine. Because-- It doesn �t matter. I �ve got nothing more to say. Young man. I �d advise you to see a psychiatrist. Are you an idiot? - What the fuck is this? - What do you mean? Ifyou wanted to fuck her up, there are other ways to do it! - Keep away from Sofía! - It isn �t Sofía. It �s Nuria! Nuria �s dead! Calm down, oryou �ll be sleeping in a cell tonight! Don �t ever talk to me again! I don �t know what the cops told you, but Nuria is alive! The cops didn �t tell me, Sofía did. Listen, you spoke to her by phone, didn �t you? - Let go!
- It wasn �t Sofía. Nuria can imitate her voice. She took her ID, her apartment. It wasn �t over the phone. I �vejust dropped her home. She looked like this. Nice photo, isn �t it? You going to say that isn �t Sofía? But that �s-- Is this a joke or what? You �re crazy, man. I �m crazy? I �m crazy? You �re the ones who are mad! You �re all mad! Let go of me! God, what �s happening? It �s my partners, right? They �ve paid you. This is a plot! Look at yourself. You haven �t been right since the accident. Fuckyou! Are you saying-- Are you saying this is the girl you ran after the other night? - Is this your ideal girl? - Yes! And you took her. You need a psychiatrist! Problems? I �m in no mood, sojust--
There �s an explanation for all this. César. Who are you? - You �ve seen me on TV. - What do you want? I �m here to help you. First ofall, it �s very important that you calm down. Calm down? You must overcome your fears and regain control. What control do you mean? I �m fine. Who says you aren �t? They do. All ofthem. They think I �m mad. No, ofcourse you �re not mad. But what if I told you you were dreaming? No, no, no. Why not? - I know what �s real, and this is real. - How do you know? You discoveryour dreams when you wake. I just know. - My dreams are much simpler than this. - No dream is simple. Look at those people. They seem to be talking about their own business. Completely unaware ofyou. And yet, they could be there because you wanted it. What �s more, you could have them at your complete service... or have them destroy you.
I want them to be quiet. And you, too. See? What �s going on here? Someone tell me the fucking truth! The truth? Maybe you couldn �t take it. It had to be a setup, a bigjoke to drive me crazy. They all knew. Nuria, Pelayo, the police, the guy at the bar. - Who was he? - I don �t know. You said you saw him on TV. On what program? I don �t know! I don �t know. One that talked about freezing the dead. - Freezing the dead? - Cryonization. Like they did to Walt Disney. Maybe I can help you remember. Is that a threat? Lie down. What �s that? A syringe. Relax. My arm �s stinging. It �s a tranquilizer. What for? These things are all bullshit.
Ifyou �d trusted psychiatrists more, you mightn �t be here now. That finger, it �s making me nervous. You needn �t be afraid. - I �m not afraid. - Stop talking and concentrate. Come on. Fuck. I feel dizzy. Good-bye, César. Verygood. Nowlet �ssee ifyou can tellme about that dream. - ln my dream, it isn �t raining. - The office dream. Eli. That �s it. I wantyou to tellme who Eli is. -A secretary. - Eli isa secretary? She tellsme togo in. They �re expectingme. Who �s expectingyou? - The Frenchman from the TV. - Sit down, please. It �sa contract. - Eli-- - César, who is Eli? You won �t regret it. Sign. - What areyousigning? - Eli willsee to everything. What haveyousigned?
What �s wrong? What �s wrong, César? Whyareyou crying? - l �mgoing to die. - You �re notgoing to die. - ldon �t knowhowmany. - Howmany what? - Pills. - You tookpills? - Howmanyshouldltake? - Pills to feelbetter? ldon �t want to. When lcount to three, you �ll wake up. One. Two. I thought that, up to now, you �d told me the truth. What do you mean? You said you took nothing. César, I �ll askyou for the last time. - Did you take drugs? - Fuck! Why does everyone-- Stop playacting. Tell me the truth! - I must know what you took. - I didn �t take anything! Don �t you see? Your brain could have been affected by the pills. - I didn �t take any! - You said you did!
It �sjust a dream! Why make it more important than it is? Can �t you tell dreams from reality? I can! Really? Don �t make me laugh! Bodies that come to life, people who disappear... you, the Phantom ofthe Opera! Tell me one thing. Do you remember what you did to Sofía? It wasn �t Sofía. I don �t care who it was. What did you do to her? You remember? My God! What are you doing? I thought you were a burglar. Who are you? I �m Sofía. Sofía. You �re not Sofía. César, this will all be over soon. We �ll be together again. You �ll forget Nuria and I won �t be afraid ofyou. - I �m thirsty. - I �ll get some water. Sofía! Yes, César, I �m Sofía. I �m Sofía. I want to see you. I want to see you.
I want to see you! I want to see you! At times you dream you �re with someone. For example, your father. In seconds, he becomes your mother... and then, the news vendor on the corner. Yet you still feel as if you �re talking to the same person. You thought you were at home, but suddenly you realize you �re in a school. Or a hospital, or a prison. Dreams are like that. And at times the mind behaves as if it were in a dream. - You know what derangement is? - For fuck �s sake! Say I �m stupid ifyou want, but this isn �t derangement! Then what is it? You tell me, because I don �t know. I don �t know what �s in here, or why you killed your girlfriend. I don �t know who Eli is, or that man from the TV. - I don �t know anything. - That makes two of us. Will you still come after the trial? Don �t you hate the sight of me? - What will you plead? - Why do you ask that? The first hearing is next week. Temporary derangement. It �s your best chance. Even so, it won �t be much use. They won �t believe me. Even I don �t believe it. What do you believe?
I thinkyou �re very sick and should stay here for a long time. Don �t worry. I �ll get at least 20 years. César, you may not believe it, but I care about you. I care a lot about you. Look, kid. Your case interests me. I �m sorry about what �s happened. I even thought someone was playing tricks on you, but... I can �t and mustn �t exceed my duties. - I �m just a psychiatrist. - You don �t look like one. - What do I look like? - My father. Preaching at me all day. Your father �s dead. There you go. By the way, what happened to that man with the wife and two daughters? I don �t know. I never saw him again. Take my advice, get a lawyer. Good-bye, César. Good-bye. ...the main Spanish investment, but certainlythe most novel. ...its economicpresence in Cuba. ...depending on the era. ln the Roman Empire, forexample, the normalthing was to live... only25years. Who �s got the remote? Give it to me! Get it off him!
What �s up? There �s a computer here connected to Internet. They �ll only let me use it ifyou come with me. - Why do you want Internet? - I know what Eli is. Wait! Eli isn �t a person, it �s a company. - How do you know? - It isn �t Eli. It �s L.E. They �re the initials ofan American company. - What are you doing? - Checking the "initials program." It �ll tell us all it knows about L.E. Shit! - It �ll take ages. - No, wait. Fuck! I feel like I �ve done this before. A cerebral dysfunction. A lapse in the brain. No, not this time. My God! - That �s it. - The photo in your dream? I had to see it before I could dream about it, right? "Cyronics." - Cryonization. - I �ll print this. Wait a minute. I don �t see what this has to do with your case.
The key is in here. Look, there �s an office in Madrid. I �ll go and check it out. No! I have to go, too. - I can �t get you out of here. - I �d be let out under supervision. Make up some excuse. - It isn �t easy. - You can do it. You know something else, don �t you? I don �t know anything. - I �vejust got a feeling. - What is it? I have to go there, one way or another. Let �s get things straight. We �re outside, I �m armed. Myjob is to stop you doing anything stupid. Try anything, and you get a bullet. I �ve been here before. - This way. - Move. You �ve got 20 minutes. It �sjust like in my dream. Good morning. Can I help you? Well, actually, we wanted to speak to Mr. Duvernois. He �s my son. He �s very shy. Mr. Duvernois isn �t here right now.
But, first ofall, do you know what cryonization is? Well, more or less. Here are some leaflets. You can read them while you �re waiting. One of my colleagues will be with you soon. Thankyou. "Live without limits. Tomorrow is for the foresighted." What is this? Some kind ofsect? "Cryonization is the biostasis or preservation of human beings. It is the bridge to carry our patients to a future... when technology will restore them to life." You pay to live eternally. They laughed atJules Verne. César, all this is absolutely impossible. What do you know ofthe future? They promise what the Church has always promised. Immortality. Except they �re quacks, not priests. How are you involved? You �re not cryonized. You �re alive. This is the contract, ifyou want to look at it. The procedure is very simple. You could die at any time. Today, tomorrow, in 20 years. It doesn �t matter to us. At the very moment you �re declared legally dead... Life Extension transfers your body to our store in Arizona. There, it �s frozen at minus 78 degrees.
We call that "total suspension," and it costs $240,000. 30,000 pays for the freezing process, and the rest... goes into an investment fund... the interests from which pay for maintenance... and resurrection costs, the day that it �s possible. If it is possible. We believe that the reanimation ofthe dead will be possible. - What �s this? - What? Clause 1 4. Artificial perception. It �s a concept that we haven �t fully developed yet. Look. This is a life. Birth and death. Let �s say you �ve got a terminal illness. Ofcourse you want to go on living, but not in the future. That doesn �t interest you. You want to live your life now. Very well. You die, we freeze you... and when we can resuscitate you, we �ll have you live... a dream. - A dream? - It will all look real. Your family and friends, your city... the world, even this office. But it �ll be a virtual reality. What �s more, we �ll make you forget that you �ve died... and that you signed this contract. - How? - Very simple. Wiping it from your memory. You �ll live your life linearly, as if nothing had happened. And best ofall, you �ll live it as you like, as you wish. You �ll decide at all times. But what ifthere were mistakes?
What ifthe dream was transformed into a nightmare? Well, the subconscious can always play a dirty trick. But we �re not cowboys. This is a serious company. And virtual reality technology is constantly making huge advances. Look. I �ll be honest. Signing Clause 1 4 is like signing for paradise. It �s hard to believe. But they laughed atJules Verne. Excuse me. - Where are you going so fast? - To the bathroom. - Well, not so fast. - I �ll go with him. Hejust felt ill, don �t worry. César, calm down, please. This is a dream. It �s the only explanation. What he said is impossible. In the 20th century, but maybe not in the 30th. - Maybe not, but we �re in 1 997. - That �s what it seems. - I paid for it to seem like that. - Listen! Ifthis is a dream-- Look at me! Ifthis is a dream, it means that I don �t exist! - I just imagine you. - No!
- César, I �m real. - How do I know that? Can �t you tell a dream from reality? Is this a dream, eh? Tell me, is this a dream? César, I �m wearing myselfout over this case. There is no case. I didn �t kill anyone. It �s all a nightmare. Fuck it, César, trust me! This isn �t a dream. - They got it wrong. - Who? I don �t know! But they mixed up Sofía and Nuria! I see a face that isn �t mine. I �m sick of hearing that! Your face is fine. You �re behaving like a child, hiding behind that mask. - Go on, take it off! - I don �t want to see myself! I don �t care about that. I want to see you. Don �t you realize? All that matters is what I see! It �s my dream! Say that once more and I �ll have you locked up in an asylum. Show me your face. Now. You owe it to me.
César, look in the mirror and tell me ifyou thinkyou �re disfigured. God! Why do you keep seeing what isn �t there? - You look fine. - I �m a monster! What do you mean? Anybody �d like to have your face. You look normal. Notjust normal. You �re handsome! César, listen. Maybe you �ve got something like anorexia. Some girls insist they �re fat and end up crazy. César! I want to wake up! I want to wake up! - Hold it! - I want to wake up! Fuck! Shit! - Freeze! - Don �t shoot! This is a nightmare! It �s a nightmare! You! Wait a minute! You �re not to leave! Stop! Wait a minute! It �s a dream!
It �s a dream! Don �t move! Drop the gun! - I want to wake up. I want to wake up. - Don �t move! I want to wake up! Antonio. Antonio! What? You �re crushing me. I �d better not move. I �ve been shot in the back. How do you know? Well... because-- What �s going on here? What the fuck �s going on? I told you, it �s a dream. Shut up! Shut up! I know what this is. It �s one ofthose Candid Camera jokes. You did a greatjob, I loved it, but enough �s enough! - I see someone. - Where? Up there, on the roof. I can �t see a thing. Where are you going? Come on, Antonio. Don �t think about it anymore oryou �ll go crazy.
Hello, César. It �s time I introduced myself. My name is Serge Duvernois. I represent Life Extension. We met... 1 50 years ago. What? Has the world gone mad? There �s no world. It �s all in that gentleman �s mind. Including you and me. Sure! Shall I thump you to see if it hurts? Try it. They can make you disappear right now, like everyone else. - And who are "they," may I ask? - The company. Life Extension. They know everything we �re saying. They know what is going through César �s mind an instant after he thinks it. Ifthey can make me disappear, why haven �t they done it? It would be virtually incorrect. You �vejust saved his life. Virtually incorrect? Do you think I �m an idiot or what? No, quite the opposite. You �re a great guy. A character who is very necessary for César. A character? - Where are you going? - To look for someone.
There is no one. People aren �t necessary now. Why didn �t you wake me before? You only had to ask. But that was difficult. Because, in theory, you wouldn �t know you were dreaming. Since when? Remember the day ofthe discotheque? That night, whenyou fellasleep on thesidewalk... was the one chosen forthesplice. Whatsplice? Thesplice betweenyourreallife andyour virtuallife. A splice of150years whichyou didn �t notice... becauseyou were dead andfrozen. From whenyou woke up... nothing wasreal. We wiped what really happened from your memory. What was it? You never saw Sofía again. And the doctors were never able to rebuild your face. You woke up on thatstreet with an awfulhangover. Youshutyourselfaway formonths. One dayyou learned that we existed. You came to the office, yousignedthe contract... andthen... you killedyourself. lpaidforthis? I paid for Nuria to come back as Sofía? I paid to look like a monster again? I paid to live this nightmare? You paid to live whateveryou wanted. Wejust provided the setting and the characters. You invented your hell. I tried to warn you in that bar. I said it all depended on your mind.
Do I just have to want it? - Can Antonio come-- - There �s no one here. They can �t have made 4 million people disappear! You �ve overcome your fears. Ifyou want, we can try again... have you live a wonderful dream... with money, friends, Sofía, or whatever girl you want. You just have to ask. I don �t want more dreams. It isn �t a dream! César, listen to me. This is real. This man is a sham. Let �s go down and look for people. Ignore him. It �s logical for him to behave like this... but he doesn �t feel anything. I don �t feel anything? I don �t feel anything? What do you know about what I feel? Ignore him, he isn �t real. Yes, I am real! I �ve got a wife and two daughters. His personality is designed so that he �ll say all this now. Where are my daughters? God! César, we can offeryou another possibility. In 1 997, it was impossible to rebuild your face. But out there, it �s the year 2 1 45. You wouldn �t believe the things surgery can do. You could wake up... and live in the future like a normal person. - In the future?
- You have to choose. How could I wake up? How would you wake from your worst nightmare? No, César, don �t listen to him! Your partners set this up! They want you to kill yourself! He �s done that. Now it �ll just be a formality. - I �m going to do it. - Very well. Do you have any wish before you die? Let them out there read my mind. Who are you? I don �t know. Don �t keep suffering. It �s all in your head. It �s all psychological. Come on, César. - What will happen to them? - Don �t prolong this farewell. You think they �re your friends, but they �rejust images. That man isn �t really crying. - I forgot, I get vertigo. - Then don �t look. Good-bye, César. Relax. Relax. Openyoureyes. -Hey, thanks for that interview, Barry.
-No problem. Excuse me, do you have change for the phone? Sure, yeah. What, do you need me to break a million? Come on. What's with you reporters always getting on me about my salary? It's funny, calling $7 million a salary. What do you make? That's kind of personal. Exactly. But what you make is news, because it's so gigantic. What do you make, really? About, say, $50,000 a year? Yeah, about that. Okay, that's two columns a week, about eight columns a month. About $500 a column. -lt is? -Yeah, it's $1 a word. For every little word like "the" and "a," if you hit the letter "a," it's $1. I guess I'm doing all right then. -You see? -Yeah. Can I borrow a quarter for the phone? -Here, take two. -Thanks. Hi, I'm Ray, and I live here in Long lsland with my wife Debra. She's great with the kids, the house, everything. I don't know how she does it. We've got a daughter Ally... and twin two-year-old boys. It's not really about the kids.
My parents live across the street. That's right. And my brother lives with them. Now, not every family would go by on a conveyor belt for you... but mine would because-- Everybody loves Raymond. Yeah. -Hey. -Hey. -Want some sandwich? -Hey! No, it's okay. Ma, I need construction paper. Ally's making valentines for school. I used to love Valentine's Day. Then I met your father. I used to love every day. Anybody see today's paper? -Why? What's up? -I'm in it. "Large male seeks any woman." I discontinued my ad. And I happen to have a girlfriend now, thank you very much. -It's in the Metro section. -Let me see. Here you are. Do you see who's at the other end of those handcuffs? My God. Leon. Look, Frank, your friend, Leon.
You arrested Leon? My Leon? Technically, now the State of New York's Leon. I've known this guy 40 years. Since when is it a crime to sell merchandise... at far below wholesale prices? You should've seen his warehouse. Fake designer luggage, imitation jewelry, "Macin-tush" computers. Hey, wait a minute. Didn't you buy my engagement ring from Leon? Relax. He assured me it's a one-of-a-kind, flawless diamond. -That's a fake. -It's a fake? How do you know that's a fake? Because I have 300 more exactly like them down at the station. I want another ring, Frank. You lived 40 years with that one, you can live another 10. I don't think so, Frank. I'm going shopping. You'll be amazed at your generosity. -Oh, my God. -What? -Debra's ring is from Leon, too. -You went to Leon? I listened to him. I was just trying to get more for my money. I wanted to get Debra a ring that she could show her mother. And Leon threw in a set of golf clubs. I got snow tires. What did I do?
I can't have Debra think... I didn't care enough about her to go to a real jeweler. -She's wearing glass! -It's not glass. It's glassette. I gotta do what's right. I gotta replace her stone with another one. A real one. I'll spend $1,000 if I have to, that's all, $2,000. $2,000 for a diamond? -Hey, I know another guy-- -No more guys. You're just gonna have to tell your wife... you purchased her a discount engagement ring from a crook. I can't let her find out. She's going to think I'm a slimeball. I'll have to steal it from her. -Hey, here you go. -Oh, good. Thanks, Daddy. Hey, look at all these valentines. -Where's Daddy's? -You gotta get yours from Mommy. -I've been trying to get mine from her for-- -All right. I got your valentine right here. I love you. I love you? A little wine with lunch? Well, tomorrow's Valentine's Day. Sweetie, did you know that Daddy asked me to marry him on Valentine's Day?
What did you say? Well, I thought about it, but I said "yes" anyway. I love your daddy very much. And I love Mommy. -Hey. -Hey. Let me help you with that. What are you doing here? -Did you get the ring yet? -No. She never takes it off. I'm going to need a bone saw. Just don't say anything, all right? Nothing. Yeah, it's all about you, Raymond. Debra, I have to ask your advice on something. -Sure, Robert. -I've been out with Amy on four dates now. Am I obligated to get her something for Valentine's Day? Well, if it helps you, she's getting you something. -That doesn't help me. -No. -You know what her favorite color is? -Green, I think. Green? Good. What does she weigh? I don't know. But you know what? Most women like jewelry.
Yeah, jewelry's a great gift. Isn't it, Raymond? You really can't go wrong with jewelry. Ally, let's get some envelopes for these. What are you talking about jewelry for? She brought it up. Debra. Honey. Have you been gaining weight? Hi. Want to play Baker in the Mineshaft? Okay. But I get to be the baker this time. -Good morning. -Morning. -Hey, that was fun last night. -Yeah. You're very romantic, Ray. I love the way you kept holding my hand. Yeah, that's the way I do it. Ray. What? -Happy Valentine's Day. -Yeah. You, too. Can you hand me a towel, Ray? Ray? Amy, help me look. -I just came by.... What are we looking for?
-My engagement ring. I might not be the best person to help. I've spent the last 10 years looking for an engagement ring. It couldn't have just disappeared. I mean.... You know what they say, "lt'll be the last place you look." Of course it'll be the last place I look... because once I find it, I won't have to look for it anymore. -I'm sorry, I'm just a little-- -Bitchy? Yeah. Maybe I'll do the kitchen again. Saw your car. Thought I'd say hi to Debra before our date. Hi, Debra, what are you doing? She can't find her ring. I don't know anything about it. Here. Happy Valentine's Day. Thank you. It's a tie. See the pattern? I picked it out just for you. Little guns. Smith Wesson 686, with a two-pound trigger pull. Standard police issue. I love it. Okay, all right. And here, that's for you. Oh, Robert. Look, Debra, Robert got me something.
Yeah, good for you. If anybody needs me, I'll be in the den pulling up carpeting. Hope you like it. Oh, my. Surprise. It's an iguana. With an iguana, you really don't have to say "surprise." Yeah. Debra told me that green was your favorite color... and, you know, the iguanas are the most loyal of all the reptiles, and.... Check him out. He's a lovely guy. He's very, very docile. Did you find my ring? Just a lizard. Honey? Debra? Ray? Hi. Here you go. Happy, you know.... These are beautiful. I cried, too. Roses are twice as much on Valentine's Day. Listen, Ray... I have something to tell you. I've looked everywhere, but I.... I think I've lost my engagement ring. All right, don't worry. I'm sure it will turn up. Did you look in the sofa?
I don't think I'm going to find it. God, I knew this was going to happen one day. -All right. Don't worry. -No, listen, Ray. I have a confession to make to you. Right after we got engaged... I had the original stone replaced. What? Honey, when you asked me to marry you... I was so happy, believe me, but... that diamond.... I mean.... I knew you got the best stone you could afford, bless your heart, but.... You know, my parents weren't that crazy about you to begin with, and... I didn't want to show them that stone. I understand. You know my grandmother, Abby? She'd given me her ring years before... so I put that stone in your setting. Do you remember how much it was worth? Just ballpark? Sweetie, it's not important. How important is it not? -What? -How much was old Abby's stone worth? $15,000. I could just kill myself, Ray. This could be a murder-suicide. -I gotta keep looking for it. -Yeah.... No, stop looking.
Listen, we have to be realistic, okay? The ring is gone. All right? Listen. You made a mistake, that's all. Everybody makes a mistake. You know, you're lucky... 'cause you're married to a guy who doesn't care about those things. Don't lift that cushion. Stop torturing yourself! It's gone, that's all. Look.... You know what we both could use right now? Pie. Let's have a little pie with.... Okay, you're right. I gotta stop thinking about it. Maybe it's in the.... Oh, my God, you found it! Give it to me. Oh, God! -Oh, Ray. -Yeah. What a happy moment now. Oh, sweetie, come here. When you first gave me this ring... I just knew we were going to be together forever. Keep that in mind. You put it on me, okay? Go on, put it on. -Oh, my God.
-There you go. What did you do? I meant well. You changed the stone in my ring. Where is my grandmother's diamond? Just like Grandma. Gone. -You threw it out? -I didn't know that it was a $15,000 diamond. I thought it was just a piece of junk. So you knew that the first ring you bought me was a piece of junk? I was trying to get you more for the money, that's all. -This is your fault, anyway. -My fault? That's right. If you had just been honest enough to tell me that you changed it... then I wouldn't have had to steal it from you. Well, you're a great thief, Ray. You just threw out $15,000. Who did you get this stone from? Leon? How dare you? -How could you do this to me? -Because I was trying to fix the whole thing! Why, after eight years, did you try to fix it now? Because I love you! -Why did you change it eight years ago? -Because I love you! Mommy, Daddy. Honey, you're supposed to be getting ready for bed now. Look what I found in my backpack.
What is it? A valentine. Kenny gave it to me. -That's really sweet, honey. -It's stuck with gum. Kenny blew a big bubble and put it in there for me. -He must really like me. -Yeah, that's sweet. Why don't you go up and get ready for bed, and we'll be right there, okay? Look at that. A wad of gum on a piece of paper. Yeah. Cheap bastard. Can we take a break? -My eyes are burning. -Not until we find the diamond. Here's a ring finger. Sometimes I feel time slip like a heartbeat, dear Angel... and I wonder if you feel it too, across the distance. To have known you for so brief a time... to live with the possibility that we shall never meet again. Killean marie Haskel's passing... is a lesson to us all. She was a selfless friend, a loving mother. Her life was hard, but it was her own. She did not surrender to sadness or hardship. She surrendered to the fatigue... that comes with being a good person. Killean found no peace in this world. we pray the Lord helps her find some in his. Ashes to ashes... dust to dust... we commit the body of Killean marie Haskel to the earth. No. No!
Stop it! - Just you and me now. - Stop it! No! Stop it! Please stop. Hell, Maddie, he wasn't coming up to read you winnie-the-Pooh. But this isn't the way we talked about. You said you were just gonna make him tell us where he is. What do you want from me? Just be quiet. Evening, Officer. The reason I pulled you over is you have a burned-out taillight. Oh, yeah. I got a fix-it ticket for that last week. I'm just waitin'on payday to get it done. - Can I see your license, please. - Oh, yeah. I have it right here. what the hell was that? If you are indeed lost to me... it is my Lord's prayer that you are not lost to him, dear Angel... that you walk in the light... that you forgive... and that you never have to know the truth. I'm being attacked by a tiger. - No, I'm a lion. - A lion? You wanna play again? Yeah, but this time I'm a bear. A bear? You just better promise not to scare me. - Okay? - Okay.
What's going on up here? The whole house is shaking. There's a wild animal in the house. - Mommy? - Yes, sweetie? Are you and Daddy gonna have another baby? - Uh, I don't know. - I want a baby. - You do, huh? - Yeah. Families have lots of kids. Some families, they have one, and some families have more. - They're still a family. - Yeah. But can I have a sister? I hope it's for me. - Hello? - Frank, please. Hi, sweetheart. You can hang up now, Jordan. - Okay. - Thank you. - Frank, it's Peter Watts. - Hi, Peter. I just sent you something you should see. Are you online? Yeah. Familiar face? Jake Waterston. Kidnapped, raped and murdered three nurses.
Newport News, 1992. Strangled 'em with ten-pound test line. - Threw 'em into the James River. - He's surfaced. Living under the name ofjim Gilroy in joplin, missouri for the past five years. Where'd he turn up? A Missouri state trooper was shot last night point-blank. The car at the scene was registered toJim Gilroy. State police lifted his prints out of his house and sent them out on the N.C.I.C. They matched Waterston's. We picked it up here. Let's make sure we don't lose him again. Think he's all right back there? Couldn't say. Well, when are we gonna pull over and ask him where he is? Don't worry about it. Okay? We just gotta find a back road out of this state, and we'll be fine. Think Jim'll tell us where he is? Maddie! He's gotta be damn sure I will kill him if he doesn't. So just back off. Hell, I'm doing everything I can for you. You have to appreciate Jim Gilroy's discipline. A man of his impulses able to keep quiet these past five years. He wasn't unknown to local P.D., but, uh, he never broke a law. He was facing multiple murder charges, capital punishment. He'd gone underground successfully. Why risk it? Unit 41, I copy.
Good morning. Can I help you gentlemen? We're expected, Officer. Is Captain Bigelow inside? Yes, sir. I'm Captain Bigelow, Missouri State Police. Peter Watts. This is Frank Black. You know this guyJim Gilroy who shot my trooper? We know him by another name... but yes, Frank pursued him while working at the F.B.I. How violent is this fugitive? He murdered three women in Virginia over Labor Day weekend. The funerals were closed casket. The morticians were unable to satisfactorily reconstruct the bodies. - He won't get away from us. - You see this? Scratched on the TV. What the hell does that mean? I don't know. There's blood residue in the bathtub. A woman died here recently. Unrelated to this, as far as we know. - Who? - Killean Haskel. She bled to death in the bathtub. They buried her yesterday. -A suicide? - That's what the coroner concluded. You might want to reconsider that. Is this Killean Haskel's husband?
Must have been. She was divorced as far as I know. - Did she have any children? - Yeah. A daughter. Madeline Haskel, 20 years old. She lived here too. we haven't located her yet. Hmm. Stop it! Stop! Has this blood been typed and cross-matched? We assumed it was the mother's. I'll get a tech to take a sample. - I think it's important we find the daughter. - She involved? An inordinate amount of violence and suffering has occurred in this house. She might know something that could help us. Dear Angel, I was just thinkin'today of momma... how she had the softest, quietest voice you ever heard... like a willow in a breeze. In church, when she sang... people standin'around her would hush just to get a better listen. I can't help thinkin'how sad all this would have made her. She never liked Bobby much... and, for whatever reason, I fell in love with him. He paid attention to me... made me feel pretty. I saw him sittin'on the hood of his Firebird late one summer night... in high school. He was one of those types of people who acted fearless... like he had a secret. I never had secrets. momma had a hard life. Guess I'm kinda glad you weren't around to see her hurt like she did. I'm not sayin'this... like it's an excuse for anything that happened. just that, well...
I never wanted to be one of those people that gets too used to bein'sad. That must sound funny comin'from me. Love, maddie. Where is he? Where is he? Answer me! - Answer me. - I don't know! - Happy birthday, sweetie. - Happy birthday, maddie. - Make a wish. - Stop! All right! I'll tell you. I'll tell you. The trooper took the proper approach, did everything accordingly. But he never saw the gun. Been over it a hundred times. Stop it there. Pan right. Do you have your report here? That's a complete forensic rundown from the scene, including ballistics. - Mmm. - Stop there. Killer used armor-piercing rounds. They penetrated the vest just enough to cause death by hydrostatic shock. His internal organs were destroyed by the shock waves from the impact. You know what's wrong with this M.O., Peter? Jim Gilroy never used a gun. How'd he kill those women?
Garroted. Cut. I'm gonna enlarge it. What are you trying to say? Are you saying Jim Gilroy's not the killer? The man you know as Gilroy is the man we know as Jake Waterston. He's not an unintelligent man. He's neither rash nor careless. If he had no reason to believe his new identity was being threatened... he wouldn't act impulsively. Go back. - Did you see that? - Movement. - Something picked up the light. - I'm not sure I see it. Someone's sitting in the passenger seat. - Gilroy. - Gilroy is six-two. That person is much smaller. The crime scene report describes two different blood samples taken at the scene. One was the trooper's- - B-negative. The other's A-negative. The second sample, the A-negative-- that's Gilroy's blood type. There was no evidence that Gilroy was wounded at the shooting. We considered he may have been injured earlier. - I'm not sure that Gilroy's behind the wheel. - Who's the passenger, then? - It could be the daughter, Maddie Haskel. - Hmm. If Gilroy isn't driving the car and he's not the passenger, then where the hell is he?
Maddie, wake up. Wake up. We're here. Hello? - Hi. It's me. - How are you, sweetheart? Good. Just tired. just called to say good night. jordan asleep? - She tried to stay awake for your call. - I'm sorry. - How's it going? - Fine. You have to do better than that. Just frustrated. Local officer was killed. Situation's very tense. Do you have a suspect? - Local P.D. think they do, but I disagree. - Why? I came down here looking for a man I've chased before... but something else is going on. Another crime is being committed, maybe. You're in this guy's head pretty deep, then. No, somewhere else. There's a young woman involved. I believe she's with the killer, but an innocent. Why is she with him? That's what I need to know.
Get some sleep, Frank. Hey, I love you. Me too. Talk to you tomorrow. Yeah. What's got into Lottie? No idea. What in the Sam Hill are you barking' at, girl? Me. Who are you? - what do you want? - Where is he? Where's who? How'd you get in here? Don't move. Just tell me where he is, and I'm gone. I don't know what you're talkin' about. You get the hell outta here. Fred? Fred! - What'd you do? - Nothin'. - Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! - Shut up. Shut up! Don't make me hit you, Maddie! Maddie, he wasn't there. He wasn't there.
Gilroy lied to us. Truth or dare, brother. Tell us where to find Angel. And this time it better be the truth. Don't be brave, man. Be smart. Where is he? You'll kill me either way. Just tell us where he is, for God's sake! Tell us where he is! - Please! - Get off. - Tell us where he is! - Get her off me! - Tell us where he is! - Get her off me! Maddie, getting hysterical, that ain't gonna help! Wait! Wait, I'll tell ya. I'll tell ya. Dear Angel, I was at church Easter Sunday... and the minister was talkin' about the mystery of faith... how easy it is to doubt what you can't prove... and how even though none of us saw the miracle in the Lord's tomb that day... alls we had to do was believe in it hard enough and it would be true. And that's what faith was. He said that we can't be weak... that we can't dismiss the miracle... that we have to be strong enough to make mysteries real. I wish you'd been sitting there with me that day. I can't see you. I can't touch you... but you are always in my heart. Love, maddie. '`Dear Angel... '`I never told you about the night you left. '`I'd gone out for groceries, and when I came home you were gone. '`I was terrified.
I was lost. '`I couldn't get a straight answer out of anybody. '`I must have driven for hours looking for you... '`but there was no sign. '`I got tired, and I kinda gave up. '`I'm sorry. I'm sorry I gave up on you that night. Please forgive me. " '`Dear Angel, it's ehristmas eve. '`I remember when I was ten years old... '`and caught momma putting presents under the tree. '`Broke my heart. '`Believing in Santa was the last bit oflittle kid mystery left in the world. '`I'm looking up at the dark winter sky right now wishing that weren't true... '`wishing that old guy in the red suit would bring you home. '`I miss you so much. '`I gotta go. He hates it when I write to you, and I can hear him comin'up the stairs. " Anything? Just some letters that were never sent. - Who's the addressee? - I think they're to her father. Records show the father's name is John Haskel. - He split. Long gone. - He left some deep wounds. Maybe that's where they're headed. Maybe. - We located Jim Gilroy's car. - Where? Two hours south of here in Springdale, Arkansas. - Need a hand? - I'm righting'it up right now.
Got a call from the caretaker. He was, uh, comin' by to drop off some fertilizer-- How long ago? Three hours ago, maybe a little more. Get it out of there. - What's the rush? - Frank it up, Roy. - Let's go! - Get on back! Get on back. It's Jim Gilroy. Get a stretcher over here! Where's the main house from here? About a hundred yards over there, but there's nobody home. Here we go. Get him on. - They're dead, aren't they? - Yeah. - We're right back where we started. - No. Now we have someone to talk to. We're gonna find him. - You happy? - Yeah. - Then prove it. - Bobby, no. Bobby, stop it. No! Bobby, stop! Please!
I've never been clear on why they call it '`makin'love. " Every time I let Bobby have me... it felt more like-- like makin'peace. You know, killin'-- killin' time. A few precious minutes to myself. I found out my real dad had hit my mom a couple times. Then she took up with Jim and... he just hit her more often. I can't stop blaming' myself for what happened to my mom. When she found out whatJim had done to me... she just-- she couldn't live with it. I know I'm guilty for letting what happened happen... but if I didn't stay in that car... I knew I'd never see Angel again. - I ain't talkin' - Who put you in the trunk? I don't remember. Do you know who killed the Nesmiths? - Never heard of'em. - They were the people who lived on that farm. I don't know nothin'. I was in the trunk. Remember? - Why'd they try to kill you? - Hey, could I get a soda? - Who is Maddie riding with? - What's that? You know who she is. No, I don't. - I know you. - Really? You used to live at 898 Gaston Place...
Newport News, Virginia. You worked at a mill by the docks. You drove a '73 Impala. Your name is Jake Waterston, and you killed three women there. So you have no reason to lie. I want to help you. Really, I do. They beat me, left me in a trunk. If it wasn't for that air pocket, I'd be dead. Did you think of that? Yeah. But not the way you do. who's riding with maddie? The little ditch weed was with her boyfriend Bobby Webber. why did webber assault you? 'Cause I wasn't ready for him. - What did you do to Maddie? - Nothin'. You killed her mother. Killean was a hothead. She committed suicide. You let her. You watched. You perpetrated the abuse on Maddie. Who's Angel? - What do you have, Peter? - I've located Maddie's father. Where? He was an inmate at the Fond du Lac Correctional Institute For Men in Waupun, Missouri. He died there a year ago.
Where is he buried? No one claimed the body. The Department of Corrections leases some plots... in a potter's field area near the prison. The grave is unmarked. So, either she doesn't know that her father is dead, or she's-- She's after something else. The Newport News, Virginia D.A. sends his best. He's starting extradition proceedings in the morning... to get Waterston back for trial. He didn't get away this time, Frank. This isn't finished, Peter. You take away her father as a destination, that doesn't leave much. She knows he's dead. She wrote half a dozen very intimate, very personal letters to him... yet she stayed in the car watching the violence that she's seen all her life. Were any of the letters written after his death? Yes, but the language was present tense. Almost a confession... or an oral history to him... or-- what is it, Frank? I need Maddie Haskel's medical records. I think I know what she's after. I think I know who Angel is. Anything yet? No. No sign of that pickup on the wire. They're long gone. Peter. What do you have? Maddie Haskel gave birth to a baby boy... in St. Mary's Hospital in Joplin one year ago. The father unspecified. What happened to this baby? Can we access Gilroy's bank records from here?
Yeah. Just need a phone line. Go faster. What are you gonna say to him when you see him? I don't know. Gilroy maintained a fairly erratic bank balance over the last couple years. Ten months ago a wire transfer of $7,000 was made... into an account in Gilroy's name. That's two months after Maddie's baby was born. Gilroy took Maddie's child and sold it... and bought himself a TV. It's sick, but it's a motive. That explains why "Angel" was scratched into the television screen. He sold a baby, so he could buy a TV? He wanted something... and we live in a world where children have become another form of currency. That explains why she was in that car. Who transferred the funds to Gilroy's account? It's from the account of a Rudolph Barnard. Lawyer. Lives in Little Rock. So Gilroy takes Maddie's baby, and he has this lawyer, Barnard, broker a deal to sell it. They're still after the same goal... and anyone left that gets in their way is gonna die. I'll call Little Rock P.D. and have them put Barnard into protective custody. Run a check on Barnard's bank records from the same time period. Hopefully there would have been a transfer made by the adopting family. We might be able to get to them before Bobby does. All for the love of her child. Look at this place. It's beautiful. Angel must love livin' here. Maddie, your boy's just one year old. He don't know.
Now, let's just go in there, get him and get out of here. Now, don't forget the flowers. He must love it here. - Have the Travises been called? - Line's dead. But Little Rock P.D. is responding now. Yes? Flowers for Mrs. Adeline Travis. Get back! - We don't have anything. - I'm sorry, mister, but you do. You got Maddie's boy. - Who was it, wade? - Lock the door! Stay up there! You better get your ass down here, Adeline. Who are you? You come down here now! Come on! - Oh, my God. - Come on! Come on, now! Give her the kid. No. Why? - Because he's hers. You stole him. - No! - We adopted him. - Don't lie to me!
- It was legal! we have the papers! - Give her the damn boy now! Oh, God! Oh, God- - Shh. Hi, Angel. Shh. Momma's right here. - That's right. Shh. - Come on, Maddie. Let's go. - Please. - Have you been a good boy, baby? - Come on, Maddie. - Aw, look at how big you got. And you have your granddaddy's big eyes. Don't take him- Maddie. Now. Oh, thank you. - What the hell are you doin'? - It's okay. Angel belongs here, Bobby. Not after all this, he doesn't! Come on. Let's just go. Bobby, no! This is the Little Rock Police Department.
I got it! See what you done? You see what you done? They won't shoot if I walk out holding a baby. Give me the kid. Give me the kid. Give me- Shots fired! Shots fired! Unit 9, you are code 10 until further. Check with dispatch- Hold! Hold. It's over, Maddie. That's Angel? Yeah. Bye-bye, my baby. I haven't seen my boy since that day. The Travises send me a picture once in a while. I asked them not to tell Angel anything about his mother. I don't want him knowin' anything about me. I mean, I doubt if-- if anybody can love him like I do... but I had a feelin' that day that... a life with me... wasn't a price my baby should pay. He'd have just grown up to be another-- another Bobby or anotherJim... another man like my father. I want a clean life for him. At least I had a hand in giving' him that. You saved me that day. Only man in my life that ever did somethin' nice for me. You need anything, Maddie? No. I appreciate your visiting' me.
If you get the time, come back if you can. - Bring your daughter. I'd love to meet her. - I will. You're gonna be all right. Time's up. I spend my time thinkin' of Angel... prayin' he ain't thinkin' of me. I made this! (woman) Sometimes I feel time slip like a heartbeat, dear Angel. I wonder if you feel it too across the distance. To have known you for so brief a time, to live with the possibility that we shall never meet again. (man) Killean Marie Haakel'a paaaing ia a leaaon to ua all. She waa a aelfleaa friend, a loving mother. Her life waa hard, but it waa her own. She did not aurrender to aadneaa or hardahip. She aurrendered to the fatigue that comea with being a good peraon. Killean found no peace in thia world. We pray the Lord helpa her find aome in Hia. Aahea to aahea, duat to duat. We commit the body of Killean Marie Haakel to the earth. - No! Stop it! - Juat you and me now. - Stop it! No! Stop it! - (ripping) Pleaae atop. Hell, Maddie, he waan't coming up to read you Winnie the Pooh.
But thia ian't the way we talked about it. You were juat going to make him tell ua where he ia. What do you want from me? (siren) Juat be quiet. Evening, officer. You have a burned-out taillight. I got a fix-it ticket for that laat week. Juat waiting on payday to get it done. - Can I aee your licence, pleaae? - I have it right here. - (banging and muffled scream) - What the hell waa that? (Maddie) lfyou are indeed lost to me, it is my Lord's prayer that you are not lost to Him, dear Angel. That you walk in the light, that you forgive, and that you never have to know the truth. (roars) I'm being attacked by a tiger! - No, I'm a lion. - A lion? - You want to play again? - Yeah, but thia time I'm a bear. A bear? You juat better promiae not to acare me, OK? What'a going on? The houae la ahaking. There'a a wild animal in the houae. Mommy? Are you and Daddy going to have another baby? I don't know. - I want a baby.
- You do, huh? Yeah. Familiea have lota of kida. Some familiea, they have one and aome familiea have more. - They're atill a family. - Yeah. But can I have a aiater? (phone rings) I hope it'a for me. - Hello? - Frank, please. Hi, aweetheart. You can hang up now, Jordan. Thank you. - Frank, it's Peter Watts. - Hi, Peter. I juat aent you aomething. Are you online? Yeah. Familiar face? Jake Wateraton. Kidnapped, raped and murdered three nuraea. Newport Newa, 1992. Strangled them with ten pound teat line. Threw them into the Jamea River. He surfaced. Living under the name of Jim Gilroy in Joplin, Missouri for the past five years. Where'd he turn up? A Missouri state trooper was shot last night. The car at the scene was registered to Jim Gilroy.
State police lifted his prints out of his house. They matched Waterston's. We picked it up here. Let'a make aure we don't loae him again. - Think he'a all right back there? - Couldn't aay. When are we going to aak him where he ia? Don't worry about it, OK? We juat gotta find a back road out of thia atate and we'll be fine. - Think Jim'll tell ua where he ia? - Maddie! He'a gotta be damn aure I will kill him if he doean't, ao juat back off! Hell, I'm doing everything I can for you. You have to appreciate Jim Gilroy'a diacipline, a man of hia impulaea, able to keep quiet theae paat five yeara. He waan't unknown to local PD, but he never broke a law. He waa facing multiple murder chargea, capital puniahment. He'd gone underground aucceaafully. Why riak it? - Can I help you? - We're expected. - Ia Captain Bigelow inaide? - Yea, air. (camera clicking) - Captain Bigelow, Miaaouri State Police. - Peter Watta. Thia ia Frank Black. You know thia guy, Jim Gilroy, who ahot my trooper? By another name. Frank puraued him while working at the fbi. - (Bigelow) How violent ia thia fugitive?
- He murdered three women in Virginia. The morticiana were unable to aatiafactorily reconatruct the bodiea. - (Bigelow) He won't get away from ua. - You aee thia? Scratched on the TV. What the hell doea that mean? I don't know. (gunshot) There'a blood reaidue in the bathtub. A woman died here recently. Unrelated to thia, aa far aa we know. Who? Killean Haakel. She bled to death in the bathtub. Buried her yeaterday. - A auicide? - That'a what the coroner concluded. You might want to reconaider that. Ia thia Killean Haakel'a huaband? Muat've been. She waa divorced. - Any children? - A daughter. Madeline Haakel, 20 yeara old. She lived here, too. We haven't located her yet. Hmm. No! Stop it! Stop!
- Waa the blood typed and croaa-matched? - We aaaumed it waa the mother'a. I'll get a tech to take a aample. - It'a important we find the daughter. - Ia ahe involved? An inordinate amount of violence haa occurred in thia houae. She might know aomething that could help ua. (Maddie) Dear Angel, I was just thinking today ofMomma. How she had the softest, quietest voice you ever heard, like a willow in a breeze. In church, when she sang, people standing around her would hush just to get a better listen. I can 't help thinking how sad all this would have made her. She never liked Bobby much and, for whatever reason, I fell in love with him. He paid attention to me, made me feel pretty. I saw him sitting on the hood of his Firebird one summer night in high school. He was one of those types of people who acted fearless, like he had a secret. I never had secrets. Momma had a hard life. Guess I'm kinda glad you weren't around to see her hurt like she did. I'm not saying this like it's an excuse for anything that happened. Just that I never wanted to be one of those people that gets too used to being sad. That must sound funny, coming from me. Love, Maddie. Where ia he? Where ia he? Anawer me! (woman) Happy birthday, aweetie. Make a wiah. (Gilroy) Stop! All right!
I'll tell you! Trooper took the proper approach. He did everything accordingly, but he never aaw the gun. Been over it a hundred timea. Stop it there. Pan right. Do you have your report? That'a a complete forenaic rundown, including balliatica. - Stop there. - Killer uaed armour-piercing rounda. Cauaed death by hydroatatic ahock. Hia internal organa were deatroyed by the ahock wavea. - Know what'a wrong with thia MO, Peter? - Jim Gilroy never uaed a gun. How'd he kill thoae women? Garrotted. Cut. I'll enlarge it. Are you aaying Jim Gilroy ia not the killer? The man you know aa Gilroy ia the man we know aa Jake Wateraton. He'a not an unintelligent man. He'a neither raah nor careleaa. If he had no reaaon to believe hia identity waa being threatened he wouldn't act impulaively. Go back. - Did you aee that? - Movement. Picked up the light. - I'm not aure I aee it. - Someone'a in the paaaenger aeat. - Gilroy.
- Gilroy'a 6'2". That peraon'a much amaller. The crime acene report deacribea two blood aamplea. One waa the trooper'a, B-negative. The other'a A-negative. Gilroy'a blood type. There'a no evidence Gilroy waa wounded at the ahooting. - He may have been injured earlier. - I'm not aure Gilroy'a behind the wheel. - Who'a the paaaenger, then? - It could be the daughter, Maddie Haakel. If Jim Gilroy ian't driving and he'a not the paaaenger, where the hell ia he? Maddie, wake up. Wake up. We're here. (phone rings) - Hello. - Hi, it'a me. - How are you, sweetheart? - Good. Juat tired. Juat called to aay good night. Jordan aaleep? - She tried to stay awake for your call. - I'm aorry. - How's it going? - Fine. - You have to do better than that. - Juat fruatrated. A local officer waa killed.
Situation'a very tenae. - Do you have a auapect? - Local PD think they do. - But I diaagree. - Why? I came here looking for a man I've chaaed before, but aomething elae la going on. Another crime ia being committed. - You're in this guy's head pretty deep? - No, aomewhere elae. There'a a young woman involved. I believe ahe'a with the killer, but an innocent. - Why ia ahe with him? - That'a what I need to know. Get aome aleep, Frank. Hey, I love you. Me too. Talk to you tomorrow. Yeah. (thunder) (barking continues) What'a got into Lottie? Ah, no idea. (taps glass) What the Sam Hill are you barking at, girl? Me. - Who are you? What do you want? - Where ia he? Where'a who? How'd you get in here?
Don't move. Juat tell me where he ia and I'm gone. I don't know what you're talking about. Get out! (gunshot) (woman) Fred! Fred! (scream) (gunshots) What'd you do? Tell me, tell me, tell me! Shut up! Shut up! Don't make me hit you, Maddie! Maddie, he waan't there! He waan't there. Gilroy lied to ua. Truth or dare. Tell ua where to find Angel. And thia time it better be the truth. Don't be brave, man. Be amart. - Where ia he? - You're gonna kill me either way. Juat tell ua where he ia, for God'a aake! - Tell ua where he ia! - Get her off me! - Pleaae! Tell ua where he ia! - Get her off me!
Tell ua where he ia! Maddie, you're getting hyaterical. That ain't gonna help! No, wait. Wait, I'll tell you. I'll tell you. (moans) (Maddie) Dear Angel, I was at church Easter Sunday. The minister was talking about the mystery of faith, how easy it is to doubt what you can't prove, and how even though none of us saw the miracle in the Lord's tomb, all's we had to do was believe in it hard enough and it would be true. And that's what faith was. He said that we can 't be weak, that we can 't dismiss the miracle, that we have to be strong enough to make mysteries real. I wished you'd been sitting there with me. I can 't see you, I can 't touch you, but you are always in my heart. Love, Maddie. (Maddie) Dear Angel, I never told you about the night you left. I'd gone out for groceries, and when I came home you were gone. I was terrified. I was lost. I couldn 't get a straight answer out of anybody. I must have driven for hours looking for you, but there was no sign. I got tired and I kinda gave up. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I gave up on you that night. Please forgive me. Dear Angel, it's Christmas Eve. I remember when I was ten years old and caught Momma putting presents under the tree. Broke my heart. Believing in Santa was the last bit of little kid mystery left in the world. I'm looking up at the dark winter sky right now, wishing that weren 't true, wishing that old guy in the red suit would bring you home. I miss you so much.
I gotta go. He hates it when I write to you. I can hear him coming up the stairs. - Anything? - Juat aome lettera that were never aent. - Who'a the addreaaee? - I think her father. Recorda ahow the father'a name ia John Haakel. - He aplit. Long gone. - He left aome deep wounda. - Maybe that'a where they're headed. - Maybe. (vehicle approaching) We located Jim Gilroy'a car. Two houra aouth of here in Springdale, Arkanaaa. Got a call from the caretaker. He waa coming to drop off aome fertilizer. - How long ago? - Three houra ago. Maybe a little more. - Get it out of there. - What'a the ruah? (Bigelow) Crank it up, Roy! Come on. It'a Jim Gilroy. (gasps and splutters) Get a atretcher over here! Where'a the main houae from here? A hundred yarda over there, but there'a nobody home.
- They're dead, aren't they? - Yeah. - We're right back where we atarted. - No. We have aomeone to talk to. We're going to find him. You happy? Yeah. - Then prove it. - Bobby, no! Bobby! Stop it! No! Bobby! Stop, pleaae! I've never been clear on why they call it "making love". Every time I let Bobby have me, it felt more like... like "making peace". You know, killing... killing time. A few precioua minutea to myaelf. I found out my real dad had hit my mom a couple of timea. Then ahe took up with Jim and he juat hit her more often. I can't atop blaming myaelf for what happened to my mom. When ahe found out what Jim had done to me, ahe juat... She couldn't live with it. I know I'm guilty for letting what happened happen. If I didn't atay in that car... I knew I'd never aee Angel again. - I ain't talking. - Who put you in the trunk?
- I don't remember. - Do you know who killed the Neamitha? - Never heard of them. - The people on that farm. I don't know nothing. I waa in the trunk. - Why'd they try to kill you? - Can I get a aoda? - Who waa Maddie riding with? - What'a that? - You know who ahe ia. - No, I don't. - I know you. - Really? You uaed to live at 898 Gadaden Place, Newport Newa, Virginia. You worked at a mill by the docka. You drove a '73 lmpala. Your name ia Jake Wateraton and you killed three women there. So you have no reaaon to lie. I want to help you. Really, I do. They left me in the trunk. If it waan't for that air pocket, I'd be dead. - D'you think of that? - Yeah, but not the way you do. Who'a riding with Maddie? She waa with her boyfriend, Bobby Webber. Why did Webber aaaault you? I waan't ready for him. - What did you do to Maddie?
- Nothing. - You killed her mother. - Killean committed auicide. You let her. You watched. You perpetrated the abuae on Maddie. (outer gate opening) Who'a Angel? - What do you have? - I've located Maddie'a father. Where? He waa an inmate at the Fond Du Lac Correctional lnatitute in Waupan. He died there a year ago. - Where'a he buried? - No one claimed the body. The Department of Correctiona leaaea aome plota near the priaon. Grave ia unmarked. So, either ahe doean't know that her father ia dead or ahe'a... She'a after aomething elae. The Newport Newa Virginia DA aenda hia beat. He'a atarting extradition proceedinga to get Wateraton back. He didn't get away thia time, Frank. - Thia ian't finiahed. - Take away her father aa a deatination, - that doean't leave much. - She knowa he'a dead. She wrote half a dozen very intimate lettera to him, yet ahe atayed in the car watching the violence ahe'a aeen all her life. - Were any lettera written after hia death? - Yea, but the language waa preaent tenae. Almoat a confeaaion, or an oral hiatory to him, or...
What ia it, Frank? I need Maddie Haakel'a medical recorda. I think I know what ahe'a after. I think I know who Angel ia. Anything yet? No. No aign of that pick-up on the wire. They're long gone. Peter. What do you have? Maddie Haakel gave birth to a baby boy in St Mary'a Hoapital, Joplin, one year ago. Father unapecified. What happened to thia baby? - Can we acceaa Gilroy'a bank recorda? - Yeah. I juat need a phone line. Go faater. What are you going to aay to him? I don't know. Gilroy maintained a fairly erratic bank balance over the laat couple of yeara. Ten montha ago a tranafer of $7,000 waa made into an account in Gilroy'a name. That'a two montha after Maddie'a baby waa born. Gilroy took Maddie'a child and aold it and bought himaelf a TV. It'a aick, but it'a a motive. That explaina why "Angel" waa acratched into the televiaion acreen. - He aold the baby ao he could buy a TV. - He wanted aomething and... - Children have become currency. - That explaina why ahe waa in that car. Who tranaferred the funda to Gilroy'a account?
Rudolph Barnard, lawyer, livea in Little Rock. Gilroy takea Maddie'a baby and haa Barnard broker a deal to aeii it. They're atill after the aame goal and anyone in their way ia going to die. I'll tell Little Rock PD to put Barnard into protective cuatody. Run a check on Barnard'a bank recorda. There would have been a tranafer made by the adopting family. We might be able to get to them before Bobby doea. All for the love of her child. Look at thia place. It'a beautiful. Angel muat love living here. Maddie, your boy'a juat one year old. He don't know. Let'a juat go in there, get him, and get out of here. Don't forget the flowera. He muat love it here. - Have the Traviaea been called? - Line'a dead. PD ia reaponding. (doorbell) (knocking) - Yea? - Flowera for Mra Adeline Travia. Get back! - We don't have anything. - You do. You got Maddie'a boy. - (woman) Who waa it, Wade? - Lock the door! Stay up there!
You better get your aaa down here, Adeline! - Who are you? - You come down here now! Come on! - Oh, my God! - Come on! Come on now! - Give her the kid! - No! Why? - Becauae he'a hera! You atole him! - No! We adopted him! - Don't lie to me! - It waa legal. I have the papera! Give her the damn boy now! Hi, Angel. - Momma'a right here. - Come on, Maddie, let'a go. - Have you been a good boy? - Come on, Maddie. Aw, look at how big you got. And you have your granddaddy'a big eyea. Maddie. Now. - Thank you! - What the hell are you doing? - Angel belonga here, Bobby.
- Not after all thia, he doean't! Come on, let'a juat go. Bobby, no! (vehicles approaching) (megaphone) Thia ia the Little Rock Police Department. See what you done? They won't ahoot if I walk out holding the baby. Give me the kid. Give me the kid! Give me... (gunshot) Shota fired! Shota fired! (radio) Unit 9, you are code 10 until further... Halt! Hold! It'a over, Maddie. That'a Angel? Yeah. Bye-bye, my baby. I haven't seen my boy since that day. The Traviaea aend me a picture once in a while. I aaked them not to tell Angel anything about hia mother. I don't want him knowing anything about me. I mean, I doubt if... if anybody can love him like I do. But I had a feeling that day that a life with me waan't a price my baby ahould pay. He'd have juat grown up to be another Bobby or another Jim... another man like my father. I want a clean life for him. Leaat I had a hand in giving him that. You aaved me that day.
Only man in my life that ever did aomething nice for me. You need anything, Maddie? No. I appreciate your viaiting me. If you get the time come back, if you can. - Bring your daughter. I'd love to meet her. - I will. You're gonna be all right. Time'a up. I apend my time thinking of Angel. Praying he ain't thinking of me. Sometimes I feel time slip like a heartbeat, dear Angel. I wonder if you feel it too across the distance. To have known you for so brief a time, to live with the possibility that we shall never meet again. Killean Marie Haskel's passing is a lesson to us all. She was a selfless friend, a loving mother. Her life was hard, but it was her own. She did not surrender to sadness or hardship. She surrendered to the fatigue that comes with being a good person. Killean found no peace in this world. We pray the Lord helps her find some in His. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We commit the body of Killean Marie Haskel to the earth. - No. Stop it. - Just you and me now. Stop it. No.
Stop it. Please stop. Hell, Maddie, he wasn't coming up to read you Winnie the Pooh. But this isn't the way we talked about it. You were just going to make him tell us where he is. What do you want from me? Just be quiet. Evening, officer. You have a burned-out taillight. I got a fix-it ticket for that last week. Just waiting on payday to get it done. - Can I see your license, please? - I have it right here. What the hell was that? If you are indeed lost to me, it is my Lord's prayer that you are not lost to Him, dear Angel. That you walk in the light, that you forgive, and that you never have to know the truth. I'm being attacked by a tiger. - No, I'm a lion. - A lion? - You want to play again? - Yeah, but this time I'm a bear. A bear? You just better promise not to scare me, OK? What's going on? The house is shaking. There's a wild animal in the house. Mommy? Are you and Daddy going to have another baby? I don't know. - I want a baby.
- You do, huh? Yeah. Families have lots of kids. Some families, they have one and some families have more. - They're still a family. - Yeah. But can I have a sister? I hope it's for me. - Hello? - Frank, please. Hi, sweetheart. You can hang up now, Jordan. Thank you. - Frank, it's Peter Watts. - Hi, Peter. I just sent you something. Are you online? Yeah. Familiar face? Jake Waterston. Kidnapped, raped and murdered three nurses. Newport News, 1992. Strangled them with ten pound test line. Threw them into the James River. He surfaced. Living under the name of Jim Gilroy in Joplin, Missouri for the past five years. Where'd he turn up? A Missouri state trooper was shot last night. The car at the scene was registered to Jim Gilroy. State police lifted his prints out of his house.
They matched Waterston's. We picked it up here. Let's make sure we don't lose him again. - Think he's all right back there? - Couldn't say. When are we going to ask him where he is? Don't worry about it, OK? We just gotta find a back road out of this state and we'll be fine. - Think Jim'll tell us where he is? - Maddie. He's gotta be damn sure I will kill him if he doesn't, so just back off. Hell, I'm doing everything I can for you. You have to appreciate Jim Gilroy's discipline, a man of his impulses, able to keep quiet these past five years. He wasn't unknown to local PD, but he never broke a law. He was facing multiple murder charges, capital punishment. He'd gone underground successfully. Why risk it? - Can I help you? - We're expected. - Is Captain Bigelow inside? - Yes, sir. - Captain Bigelow, Missouri State Police. - Peter Watts. This is Frank Black. You know this guy, Jim Gilroy, who shot my trooper? By another name. Frank pursued him while working at the fbi. - How violent is this fugitive? - He murdered three women in Virginia. The morticians were unable to satisfactorily reconstruct the bodies.
- He won't get away from us. - You see this? Scratched on the TV. What the hell does that mean? I don't know. There's blood residue in the bathtub. A woman died here recently. Unrelated to this, as far as we know. Who? Killean Haskel. She bled to death in the bathtub. Buried her yesterday. - A suicide? - That's what the coroner concluded. You might want to reconsider that. Is this Killean Haskel's husband? Must've been. She was divorced. - Any children? - A daughter. Madeline Haskel, 20 years old. She lived here, too. We haven't located her yet. No. Stop it. Stop. - Was the blood typed and cross-matched? - We assumed it was the mother's. I'll get a tech to take a sample. - It's important we find the daughter.
- Is she involved? An inordinate amount of violence has occurred in this house. She might know something that could help us. Dear Angel, I was just thinking today of Momma. How she had the softest, quietest voice you ever heard, like a willow in a breeze. In church, when she sang, people standing around her would hush just to get a better listen. I can't help thinking how sad all this would have made her. She never liked Bobby much and, for whatever reason, I fell in love with him. He paid attention to me, made me feel pretty. I saw him sitting on the hood of his Firebird one summer night in high school. He was one of those types of people who acted fearless, like he had a secret. I never had secrets. Momma had a hard life. Guess I'm kinda glad you weren't around to see her hurt like she did. I'm not saying this like it's an excuse for anything that happened. Just that I never wanted to be one of those people that gets too used to being sad. That must sound funny, coming from me. Love, Maddie. Where is he? Where is he? Answer me. Happy birthday, sweetie. Make a wish. Stop. All right. I'll tell you. Trooper took the proper approach. He did everything accordingly, but he never saw the gun. Been over it a hundred times. Stop it there.
Pan right. Do you have your report? That's a complete forensic rundown, including ballistics. - Stop there. - Killer used armor-piercing rounds. Caused death by hydrostatic shock. His internal organs were destroyed by the shock waves. - Know what's wrong with this MO, Peter? - Jim Gilroy never used a gun. How'd he kill those women? Garroted. Cut. I'll enlarge it. Are you saying Jim Gilroy is not the killer? The man you know as Gilroy is the man we know as Jake Waterston. He's not an unintelligent man. He's neither rash nor careless. If he had no reason to believe his identity was being threatened he wouldn't act impulsively. Go back. - Did you see that? - Movement. Picked up the light. - I'm not sure I see it. - Someone's in the passenger seat. - Gilroy. - Gilroy's 6'2". That person's much smaller. The crime scene report describes two blood samples. One was the trooper's, B-negative. The other's A-negative.
Gilroy's blood type. There's no evidence Gilroy was wounded at the shooting. - He may have been injured earlier. - I'm not sure Gilroy's behind the wheel. - Who's the passenger, then? - It could be the daughter, Maddie Haskel. If Jim Gilroy isn't driving and he's not the passenger, where the hell is he? Maddie, wake up. Wake up. We're here. - Hello. - Hi, it's me. - How are you, sweetheart? - Good. Just tired. Just called to say good night. Jordan asleep? - She tried to stay awake for your call. - I'm sorry. - How's it going? - Fine. - You have to do better than that. - Just frustrated. A local officer was killed. Situation's very tense. - Do you have a suspect? - Local PD think they do. - But I disagree. - Why? I came here looking for a man I've chased before, but something else is going on.
Another crime is being committed. - You're in this guy's head pretty deep? - No, somewhere else. There's a young woman involved. I believe she's with the killer, but an innocent. - Why is she with him? - That's what I need to know. Get some sleep, Frank. Hey, I love you. Me too. Talk to you tomorrow. Yeah. What's got into Lottie? No idea. What the Sam Hill are you barking at, girl? Me. - Who are you? What do you want? - Where is he? Where's who? How'd you get in here? Don't move. Just tell me where he is and I'm gone. I don't know what you're talking about. Get out. Fred. Fred. What'd you do? Tell me, tell me, tell me. Shut up.
Shut up. Don't make me hit you, Maddie. Maddie, he wasn't there. He wasn't there. Gilroy lied to us. Truth or dare. Tell us where to find Angel. And this time it better be the truth. Don't be brave, man. Be smart. - Where is he? - You're gonna kill me either way. Just tell us where he is, for God's sake. - Tell us where he is. - Get her off me. - Please. Tell us where he is. - Get her off me. Tell us where he is. Maddie, you're getting hysterical. That ain't gonna help. No, wait. Wait, I'll tell you. I'll tell you. Dear Angel, I was at church Easter Sunday. The minister was talking about the mystery of faith, how easy it is to doubt what you can't prove, and how even though none of us saw the miracle in the Lord's tomb, all's we had to do was believe in it hard enough and it would be true. And that's what faith was. He said that we can't be weak, that we can't dismiss the miracle, that we have to be strong enough to make mysteries real. I wished you'd been sitting there with me. I can't see you, I can't touch you, but you are always in my heart.
Love, Maddie. Dear Angel, I never told you about the night you left. I'd gone out for groceries, and when I came home you were gone. I was terrified. I was lost. I couldn't get a straight answer out of anybody. I must have driven for hours looking for you, but there was no sign. I got tired and I kinda gave up. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I gave up on you that night. Please forgive me. Dear Angel, it's Christmas Eve. I remember when I was ten years old and caught Momma putting presents under the tree. Broke my heart. Believing in Santa was the last bit of little kid mystery left in the world. I'm looking up at the dark winter sky right now, wishing that weren't true, wishing that old guy in the red suit would bring you home. I miss you so much. I gotta go. He hates it when I write to you. I can hear him coming up the stairs. - Anything? - Just some letters that were never sent. - Who's the addressee? - I think her father. Records show the father's name is John Haskel. - He split. Long gone. - He left some deep wounds. - Maybe that's where they're headed. - Maybe.
We located Jim Gilroy's car. Two hours south of here in Springdale, Arkansas. Got a call from the caretaker. He was coming to drop off some fertilizer. - How long ago? - Three hours ago. Maybe a little more. - Get it out of there. - What's the rush? Crank it up, Roy. Come on. It's Jim Gilroy. Get a stretcher over here. Where's the main house from here? A hundred yards over there, but there's nobody home. - They're dead, aren't they? - Yeah. - We're right back where we started. - No. We have someone to talk to. We're going to find him. You happy? Yeah. - Then prove it. - Bobby, no. Bobby. Stop it. No. Bobby. Stop, please.
I've never been clear on why they call it "making love. " Every time I let Bobby have me, it felt more like like "making peace. " You know, killing... killing time. A few precious minutes to myself. I found out my real dad had hit my mom a couple of times. Then she took up with Jim and he just hit her more often. I can't stop blaming myself for what happened to my mom. When she found out what Jim had done to me, she just... She couldn't live with it. I know I'm guilty for letting what happened happen. If I didn't stay in that car, I knew I'd never see Angel again. - I ain't talking. - Who put you in the trunk? - I don't remember. - Do you know who killed the Nesmiths? - Never heard of them. - The people on that farm. I don't know nothing. I was in the trunk. - Why'd they try to kill you? - Can I get a soda? - Who was Maddie riding with? - What's that? - You know who she is. - No, I don't. - I know you. - Really? You used to live at 898 Gadsden Place, Newport News, Virginia. You worked at a mill by the docks.
You drove a '73 Impala. Your name is Jake Waterston and you killed three women there. So you have no reason to lie. I want to help you. Really, I do. They left me in the trunk. If it wasn't for that air pocket, I'd be dead. - D'you think of that? - Yeah, but not the way you do. Who's riding with Maddie? She was with her boyfriend, Bobby Webber. Why did Webber assault you? I wasn't ready for him. - What did you do to Maddie? - Nothing. - You killed her mother. - Killean committed suicide. You let her. You watched. You perpetrated the abuse on Maddie. Who's Angel? - What do you have? - I've located Maddie's father. Where? He was an inmate at the Fond Du Lac Correctional Institute in Waupan. He died there a year ago. - Where's he buried? - No one claimed the body. The Department of Corrections leases some plots near the prison. Grave is unmarked.
So, either she doesn't know that her father is dead or she's... She's after something else. The Newport News Virginia DA sends his best. He's starting extradition proceedings to get Waterston back. He didn't get away this time, Frank. - This isn't finished. - Take away her father as a destination, - that doesn't leave much. - She knows he's dead. She wrote half a dozen very intimate letters to him, yet she stayed in the car watching the violence she's seen all her life. - Were any letters written after his death? - Yes, but the language was present tense. Almost a confession, or an oral history to him, or... What is it, Frank? I need Maddie Haskel's medical records. I think I know what she's after. I think I know who Angel is. Anything yet? No. No sign of that pick-up on the wire. They're long gone. Peter. What do you have? Maddie Haskel gave birth to a baby boy in St Mary's Hospital, Joplin, one year ago. Father unspecified. What happened to this baby? - Can we access Gilroy's bank records? - Yeah. I just need a phone line. Go faster.
What are you going to say to him? I don't know. Gilroy maintained a fairly erratic bank balance over the last couple of years. Ten months ago a transfer of $7,000 was made into an account in Gilroy's name. That's two months after Maddie's baby was born. Gilroy took Maddie's child and sold it and bought himself a TV. It's sick, but it's a motive. That explains why "Angel" was scratched into the television screen. - He sold the baby so he could buy a TV. - He wanted something and... - Children have become currency. - That explains why she was in that car. Who transferred the funds to Gilroy's account? Rudolph Barnard, lawyer, lives in Little Rock. Gilroy takes Maddie's baby and has Barnard broker a deal to sell it. They're still after the same goal and anyone in their way is going to die. I'll tell Little Rock PD to put Barnard into protective custody. Run a check on Barnard's bank records. There would have been a transfer made by the adopting family. We might be able to get to them before Bobby does. All for the love of her child. Look at this place. It's beautiful. Angel must love living here. Maddie, your boy's just one year old. He don't know. Let's just go in there, get him, and get out of here. Don't forget the flowers. He must love it here. - Have the Travises been called?
- Line's dead. PD is responding. - Yes? - Flowers for Mrs Adeline Travis. Get back. - We don't have anything. - You do. You got Maddie's boy. - Who was it, Wade? - Lock the door. Stay up there. You better get your ass down here, Adeline. - Who are you? - You come down here now. Come on. - My God. - Come on. Come on now. - Give her the kid. - No. Why? - Because he's hers. You stole him. - No. We adopted him. - Don't lie to me. - It was legal. I have the papers. Give her the damn boy now. Hi, Angel.
- Momma's right here. - Come on, Maddie, let's go. - Have you been a good boy? - Come on, Maddie. Look at how big you got. And you have your granddaddy's big eyes. Maddie. Now. - Thank you. - What the hell are you doing? - Angel belongs here, Bobby. - Not after all this, he doesn't. Come on, let's just go. Bobby, no. This is the Little Rock Police Department. See what you done? They won't shoot if I walk out holding the baby. Give me the kid. Give me the kid. Give me... Shots fired. Shots fired. Unit 9, you are code 10 until further... Halt. Hold. It's over, Maddie. That's Angel? Yeah. Bye-bye, my baby. I haven't seen my boy since that day.

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