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ROLAND WEST: And everything
pointed to a girl being dead.

We were wrong.

Let's find out why.

AMELIA REARDON:
The way Will's body was...

It's almost as if there was
an element of affection in it.

I found this spot
they played in the woods.

They were meeting somebody.

Julie had been excited
about seeing an aunt?

She doesn't have any aunts.

WEST: The dolls.
Somebody bought 'em.

All we know,
man's got a dead eye.

Sound like anybody
in the community?

Mr. Whitehead. Where were you
the night of the 7th?

-They trying to fix me up!
-(CROWD JEERING)

Calm the fuck down!

WAYNE HAYS: If word's out now
this girl's alive,

there's a real possibility
there's people somewhere

don't want that
to remain the case.

Drained quarry
in southern Missouri.

Dental records identify
the remains as Dan O'Brien.

What I really need is
for you to find Roland.

I need his memory, son.

MAN: We got a hit on the bike.
Freddy Burns?

I know brothers inside
will tear your guts up.

(SOBS)

MAN 2: Woodard!
You was warned off them kids!

We comin' in!
You ain't comin' out!

Back up!

( music playing )

♪ I got a letter this mornin' ♪

♪ How do you reckon it read? ♪

♪ Said, "Hurry, hurry,
the man you love is dead" ♪

♪ I got a letter this mornin' ♪

♪ How do you reckon it read? ♪

♪ It was sayin' "Hurry, hurry ♪

♪ The man you love is dead" ♪

♪ Well,
I grabbed up my suitcase ♪

♪ And I took off
down the road ♪

♪ When I got there he was
layin' on the coolin' board ♪

♪ Grabbed up my suitcase ♪

♪ And I took off
down the road ♪

♪ Mmm, when I got there
he was layin' ♪

♪ Layin' on the coolin' board ♪

♪ Mmm, mmm ♪

Roland:
We're doin' an APB,

but we're keepin'
the public out of it.

That'd hurt us
if she don't want
to be found.

Like Wayne said,

somebody else might
be lookin' for her too.

We're sending it to Oklahoma.
The Missouri State Police.

How much do we think
this is really her?

I think it's her.

Show it to the father,
see what he thinks.

He don't know what
she looks like now
any more'n we do.

He could make it into her,
even if it's not.

Just give him somethin' else
to hurt about,

and I ain't gonna
do that to the man.

So we don't know
it's her.

We find her, we can ask.

What else?

I got the file
on the mother, Lucy,

from Clark County Sheriff's.

August 12th, 1988.

Housekeeping found her,

motel in Paradise, Nevada,

right outside Vegas.

She'd been stayin' there
'bout three weeks.

The OD fits.

Right. Old news.

The cousin, Dan O'Brien--
no luck yet.

Did nine months
Missouri Eastern Correctional.

Bad checks. '85-'86.

Have him in Vegas, '87.
Then he drops off the map.

Vegas, like Lucy.

- Morelli?
- Yeah, uh, found a
few former residents,

just repeated
what they remember,
nothin' jumped out.

Had one guy said
a plainclothes
took his statement,

but there's no record
of that interview.

Excuse me, uh,
Lieutenant West.

They're wantin' me
to make a statement.

- That's Lucy.
- You shouldn't be here, Tom.

- That picture.
- You don't wanna see that.

Come on, now.

I never saw it, man,
didn't really know it--

- I'll tell ya about it--
- Who's that?

Who's that, Lieutenant?
Is that someone--

- Lieutenant, who is that?
- Roland: Listen to me.

Calm down, Tom.

( hyperventilating )

All right,
I'm sorry.

I never, uh...

I never saw that room.

Is that where
she was livin'?

You shouldn't've seen that.
Try and forget it.

What are you doin' here?

They wanted me
to make a statement.
On TV.

So I--

Do you know somethin'
you haven't--

What are you
lookin' at Lucy for?

We're just gettin' started.

I told you, Tom,
we find something out,
I'll let you know.

Yeah, but that girl.
The black-and-white picture.

Who was she?

- Does she look familiar?
- Shut up.

- Here, look close.
- Tom: Who is this?

( whimpers )
Is this my baby girl?

What do you think?

Get back
in the squad room. Now.

You need to go home.

I'm gonna give you a call later.

All right?

Who is this?

Is that her?

Is that what
she looks like?

Tell me.

You were in that, huh?

( banging on door )

Woodard!

( banging on door )

Woodard!

- Get out here!
- ( banging on door )

Woodard!

We comin' in

if you ain't comin' out!

What's goin' on here?!

Back up!

( explosion )

( debris clattering )

( men groaning )

( gunfire )

( gunfire continues )

What's happening?
Huh?

Unh!

Roland:
Let's go!

Aaah!

( gunfire continues )

- Freeze!
- ( explosion )

( men screaming )

- ( gunshot )
- Roland: Aw, fuck! Gaah!

Stay put.

Ya think I'm fuckin'
goin' somewhere?!

( single rifle shot )

( gunfire stops )

- That you, Sergeant?
- Put it down, man.

( panting )

I gotcha.

Just put it down.

I had you.

Out front.

That double-tap
on the door?

I don't miss
'less I mean to.

All right.

Let me return the favor.

Put it down,
and I'll walk you
out of here.

I might've been
within my rights...

'fore I took out
those cops.

We'll get you help, man.

Got all kinda
veteran affairs shit
can work in your favor.

I don't want it
to work in my favor.

You gon' put this on me, huh?

Nobody made you
take the job.

I'll put one in your knee.

Then I'll kill you.

I'm'a count to three,
in my head....

and when I hit three...

I'm gonna give you
a full burst.

( sirens approach )

I'm countin', Sarge.

( sirens wailing )

( tires screech )

( panting )

Hey, hey, hey!

Tom:
I'm speakin' to Julie now

in the hopes
that she's out there.

Julie, if you see or hear this,

please, please call.

Call me or call
the police number.

I'm sorry I let
these years go by.

But I love you forever, Julie,

and we just want to know
that you're OK.

And for you to know that...

you can come home.

And if somebody's
keeping you from coming home,

we won't stop
lookin' for you, sweetheart.

I'll never stop now.

And anyone who might know
anything about my daughter,

I ask you to please
come forward.

The police have got a hotline,

and there'll be a reward
for any information
that leads us to her.

Please, keep Julie
in your prayers. God bless.

Reporter:
Do you now believe
that Mr. Woodard was innocent?

What about the evidence?

I don't know.

I-I just know that...

my daughter's out there, and...

for so long
I thought she wasn't.

Reporter 2:
Do you think the police fumbled
the initial investigation?

Kindt:
Mr. Purcell won't be taking
questions right now.

Reporter 3:
Mr. Attorney General,
what about this petition

to have the original
conviction overturned?

The possibility of
the Purcell girl being alive
doesn't change our conclusion

that Brett Woodard
murdered Will Purcell
and kidnapped his sister.

Now, what he may
have done with her,
we can't know.

Alan:
David and Josie Woodard

want their father's name
cleared.

Now, we all understand
the violence Brett Woodard
committed,

and view it as
the reaction of a man

persecuted by
the violence of others.

And regardless,
we insist he is not guilty

of hurtin' those children.

We contend his posthumous
conviction was fraudulent

and a significant
dereliction of duty

on the part
of the prosecutin'
attorney's office.

Reporter:
Is this a mandate
against Gerald Kindt?

It's a mandate against
the lack of due process

that could allow somethin'
like this to happen.

- Excuse me.
- What about the evidence

found at the Woodard place...

( reporters chatter )

Where was this
Perry Mason shit in '80?

Even bein' a lawyer,
you ought to know
this is outta line.

Press is the only language
he understands.

You're tellin' me
you didn't enjoy
that look on his face?

It's not about you,
or your old boss.

Maybe consider that man
tryin' to get his daughter back.

( sighs )

- Those his kids?
- Uh-huh.

They know who I am?

Motherfucker made me
carry his water.

Like I need more
of them memories.

It's good to see you
back on the job, Detective Hays.

Freddy around?

He's changing oil.

Can't take anything new.

We're old friends.

Who remembers?

I saw the Trash Man guy,
Woodard,

but he was headin' away
from Devil's Den.

Them two kids
was ridin' towards it.

Don't mean anything.

He coulda doubled back.

Yeah, sure.
I mean, he did it, right?

And you're the one
killed him, huh?

I seen you in the paper
back then.

We just wanted to know
if you remembered that night.

Maybe you could
take us through it again.

You must be
a stone-cold killer, huh?

- Plenty tough with teenagers.
- Roland: That night,

you told us Will was alone
when you saw him.

Where was the girl?

- Where was the sister?
- How would I know?

He was all nervous, like,
"I can't find my sister.
I don't know where they went."

"They"?

He said "they"?

I'm pretty sure he did.

I don't know, you wanna
slap me around some, make sure?

He give you any indication
who they might be?

You two can't be
very good at your job.

Comin' back ten years later,
try hangin' this on me.

Nobody's hangin' anything
on you.

Maybe killer here wants to see
can he make me piss my pants.

That don't seem like
a very tall order.

Come on, then.

Bounce me off the walls,
you black motherfucker.

'Cause you think there's
something you can do to me,

you might wanna take
another look at my life.

Hold on, now.

Mr. Burns,

I understand
your hard feelin's.

But we just needed you
to remember.

And not for nothin'.

Things might be what they are...

'cause you're the type
like bullyin' somebody
weaker than you.

Hmm. And you don't?

I was a teenager, me.
What's your excuse?

I wanna thank you
for your help,
Mr. Burns.

Maybe you let me know,
you remember anything else.

Mrs. Burns.

Don't you wanna call me
a shit-heel twerp again?

Tell me how I'm gonna
get ass-raped?

Believe that guy?

Actin' like I ruined his life?

Please explain to me
all the hardships
and tribulations

of bein' a white man
in this country.

Verified Woodard's location,
which don't mean much.

But "they"...

Makes me think
we need to get back
on who those kids

were meetin'
in the forest.

I'm gonna tell you,
when I was his age,

age he was in the room with us,
I was in the fuckin' jungle.

And them toys
we found in the woods?

We need to run those
unknown prints again.

They didn't even
have a database in '80.

I made the kid
skip college?

So what do you think?

I think that whole generation's
a bunch of pussies.

Roland:
You left Mena, 16.

You been on the streets
this whole time?

I been all over.

Went as far west as Boulder
a few years back.

Wayne:
You said you recognize
this woman?

Yeah. With the same crew
a while.

You know, other kids.

We had a good
little family.

But she didn't
stay long.

What's her name?

Mary, she said.

Mary July.

Was that her real name?
I don't know.

She tell you
anything about herself?

Where she was from?

I wasn't close with her
or anything.

A little nutty.

How's that?

Like, couldn't get straight
on what year it was.

Tell some story
how she's a secret princess
or somethin'.

Any idea where
she mighta gone?

No, sir. Really.

I'd try talkin'
to workin' girls.

A lot of 'em
end up trickin'.

She ever do drugs?

Not that I saw.

Some of her stories,
seemed like she used.

She's, uh...
a "princess."

From "the pink rooms."

I don't know.

Hey. said she'd
lost a brother.

She was lookin' for
her brother. That's right.

- Did she--
- What happened
with her brother?

- She say?
- ( stammers )

I think they got put apart
when she was young, I dunno.

- She act like she was
runnin' from anybody?
- I don't know.

You hear that kind of thing,
but...

everybody on the road's
runnin' from somebody.

Write down names.

Anybody in that crew with ya,
anybody else mighta known her.

( scoffs )

They're not in trouble.

And they'll get a favor
to call in with the police.

( sighs )

Mary July?

Don't know
that's our girl.

It's her.

The missin' brother.
That's her.

I'm just sayin'...

don't want us fixatin'.

Hey. Till we find her,
this is her.

Hookers and runaways.
Let's go.

- What about...
- Old Wayne: Spent a few days
all over the place.

- ...called "Mary."
- Runaways, workin' girls.

- Ask you a coupla questions.
- Nobody knew.

Or maybe they did,
but nobody talked to us.

Were you aware
that one of the officers
who processed the Woodard scene,

Harris James,
went missing in 1990

during the second
investigation?

Who?

( sighs )

No.

No, I didn't.

Who was that?

The field statements
said you talked to him in '90.

A lot people
around this thing
are dead.

A lot of people gone.

People do that, miss.

Most people I ever knew
are gone.

( birds chirping )

Foxwood.

They've done all right, huh?

Hate these suburbs.

Like a plastic factory.

( knocking )

Hello, hello! Welcome!

I'm so glad to meet y'all.
I'm Lori.

- Come on in.
- Roland: Hey.

Hey.

All right.

Amelia:
Your home is beautiful.
It really is.

Well, thank you.

We got it
after his promotion.

Man been rentin'
his whole life.

I said, "You're an adult.
You can afford to own a home."

( chuckles )
Too much commitment
for this one.

Naw, just, like,
if somethin's needs fixin',

I pick up the phone
and say, "Fix this shit."

Now I gotta fix this shit.

You two been together
this whole time?
Since '80?

I saw these two meet.

And I saw you two meet.

I messed with him a bit
first time he saw you.

Lori:
We were together two years,

and then we split.

And about three years later,

we run into each other
at the IGA.

( laughs )

So this time now,
we're on five years.

I add 'em together.

I say seven years
with a little vacation
in between.

So when's the big day?

Well, that is touchy.

Don't be comin' to my house
to break bread,

thinkin' you're gonna
stir shit up.

How's the case going?

I saw Tom on the TV.
Have you been able--

Nobody wants to talk
about that.

Well,
I'm curious too.

It's just the first week.
We got some stuff
we're lookin' at.

It's incredible
she's alive.

Do you know anything?
Where she's been?

You see how late
I been workin'.

Maybe let's forget
about it tonight.

Roland:
We found a runaway.
The guy knew her.

We tried askin' others,
street kids,

but they ain't talkin' to us.

Have you tried
that women's shelter
on Pine Street?

Can't really get into it,
stuff bein' classified and all.

- Oh, come on--
- Would ya stop?

I'm sorry.

I'm a writer,
I can't help it.

Right. He said.
You have a book.

Yeah, it comes out
next week.

It's all about the case.

And us.

Well, I would love
to read that.

Well, I was gonna
bring y'all a copy,

but he stopped me.

Gifts shouldn't
flatter the giver.

We'll talk later about
what you been up to.

Lori, you grew up
around here?

Little Rock.
I came here for college.

"What I've been up to."

What'd you study?

Poultry science.

They make rocket fuel
outta chickens.

What are you
talking about?

Jesus. You don't quit.

Excuse me.

You have a lovely home.

( pours wine )

Thanks.

Amelia:
"There surely exists
a mutable area of soul

where grief is
indistinguishable
from madness.

Standing above the box
of her children's things,

she wept
and clutched her chest.

'This wasn't a happy home.

Children should laugh,
you know?

And there wasn't much laughter
around here.'"

( whispers )
"Should laugh."

"Children should laugh."

"Children should laugh."

Oh...

The fuck?

( panting )

Ohhh.

Babe, I shoulda read this
a long time ago.

- Thanks so much, Mom.
- Oh, you're welcome.

Mmm! Always happy
to see my grandkids.

I know they love it,
too.

Aw... ( laughs )

Becca's gettin' a cold.
She just went down,

but you might want
to pick up some NyQuil.

- Sure.
- All right.

- Thanks again.
- Mm-hmm.

( door opens, closes )

- You didn't tell her
about the divorce?
- What?

How you referred to me
the other day
as your ex-husband.

In Sallisaw.

What?
You went to Sallisaw?

Why didn't you tell me?

Why would I?
I didn't just go to Sallisaw.

I found footage of her.
Julie.

Yeah. I got her on film now.

You have?

- You didn't tell me?
- Are you state police?

Seemed like you were
gettin' real comfortable,
havin' secrets.

I let this dumb detective
think I was single.

He talked.
So what?

Maybe I thought you took this
a little more serious.

Now I know.
No sweat.

You know what this is?

You trying to control me.

Now you're running around
doing your thing,

you want me home,
washing clothes,
making dinner.

This will shock you,
but I have bigger dreams

than just making a house
for you to brood in.

I did nothin'
but support you,

whole time, years,
while you worked on
that fuckin' book.

Yeah, as long as
I was around,

saw to the kids,
kept your house.

Well, now you're
all over the place,

meetin' interesting men,
tellin' 'em about
your ex-husband.

Do you really think
that I did something
with that detective?

I think--

No, I don't.

But I think
you're a tourist, OK?

I think you're a voyeur.

Lifting yourself up
on people's bad luck.

That's not what I do. Or did.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. You--

I think you use people.

Like we're all stories to you,

and you use 'em
to make yourself
bigger than us.

I see you too, baby.

Y-You're using this case
to avoid home.

You're smoking again--

Smellin' my clothes now, Ma?

We're all just
things in your way.

Ten years,
and you never got me right.

You never
got yourself right.

Stop pretending
that you're too dumb to know
that you're full of shit.

Well, soon as you
dig your way out,
lend me the shovel.

- ( child coughing )
- What's wrong, baby girl?

She's sick.
She can't breathe.

Oh...

you're all stuffed up,
huh, sweetie?

I can run out,
get some medicine.

We've got Vick's
and some nose spray.

I wanna be
in your bed.

Why don't we all
go get in the big bed?

Can Mom read a story?

Sure, baby.

Let's get in bed.
Henry, you wanna come?

Becca:
Mom? Dad?

What do "we do not"?

Both:
We do not say goodnight
without "I love you's."

Both:
I love you.

Wait. Ame? Becca?

Oh, no.

Where are ya?

Becca. Henry. Becca!

( panting )

Where'd you go? Huh?

Where's my family?

Amelia:
"'They fed me behind bars
from an iron pan

till one night I felt that

I was Bagheera,
the Panther,

and no man's plaything,

and I broke the silly lock
with one blow of my paw

and came away.

And because I had learned
the ways of men,

I became more terrible
in the jungle
than Shere Khan.

Is it not so?'

'Yes,' said Mowgli.

'All the jungle fear Bagheera--

all except Mowgli.'"

"'Though thou art
a man's cub,'

said the Black Panther,
very tenderly,

'and even as
I returned to my jungle,

so thou must go back
to men at last...

to the men
who are thy brothers,

if thou are not killed
in the Council.'"

I announced myself
and told him drop the weapon.

He said when he counted three,
he was gonna turn and fire.

I let him get to two.

More'n I would've
given him.

More'n he deserved.

I went through this
twice already.

I know how it goes,

but maybe give me some space.

What's happenin'?
How is he?

He's stable.
He's out of surgery.

Won't know about the leg
till morning.

Look, we need
the statement again,
while it's all fresh.

Do not fuckin' speak to me
till tomorrow mornin'.

At the earliest.

Amelia:
Oh, God. Are you OK?

It's all over the news,
all these people dead.

Fuckin' cracker
shot Roland.

Might lose his leg.

What happened?

A-Are you OK? You're hurt?
You--

What? I'm fine,
it's my partner's.

What happened out there?

I'm sure
it'll be on the news.

I wanna see him.

- I wanna see my partner.
- No. No. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

He's sedated.

Just--

Sit down.

I don't wanna sit down.

You wanna go somewhere?
Talk about it?

Talk about what?

You can't
do anything here.

Let's go,
get you cleaned up.

What's that
you're wearin'?

That smell.

Ivory soap.

Chalk dust.

You wanna
get outta here?

Wanna take
a shower?

You want something
to drink?

( sighs )

Are you hungry?

What are you doing?

( sighs )

( belt buckle clinking )

( moaning )

Come over here.

( both panting )

There was a set of prints
in these files. They're gone.

Pretty old.
Sure they were in there?

I put it there myself!
Box been sittin' there
ten years!

I'm the one
handed it over.

Don't know
what to tell ya.

Shit gets misfiled
all the time.

I'm tellin' you,
this is where
they're supposed to be.

We had a set of unknowns
taken from these toys--

the unknowns
aren't here anymore.

You got a log book?
Anybody looked at these
since then?

Since 1980? Books only
go back a few years.

Let me look at it
anyway.

Go get 'em!

( keys jingling )

( telephone rings )

( rings )

( rings )

( rings )

( ringing fades out )

( camera shutter clicks )

( clicks )

Harris.
Got something here.

That looks like
that boy's backpack.

From the all-points,
the dead boy.

Motherfucker.

It's planted.

It's bullshit.

You get any sleep
last night?

There was no real trial,
so nobody looked hard.

I know I didn't.
But there's no fuckin' way

that backpack
was in that crawlspace
when that mortar went off.

It's pristine.

How long it take
to process the scene?
Three days?

Plenty of time
to put it there.

What about the shirt?
Why is it burnt up?

I thought on that.

They needed to sell
the girl was dead, see?

Somebody was movin' fast.

When that shootout happened,
somebody saw an opportunity.

And our side slammed
the fuckin' door shut.

( sighs )
What about Alan's people?

Why didn't they say anything?

State keeps
puttin' off the subpoena.
They haven't seen it.

It's all bullshit.

What are we sayin'?

I don't know.

Coulda been somebody
sneak in overnight.

I'm just sayin',
nobody was compelled
to look too hard.

( sighs ) I don't know what
to do with this right now.

We bring this to Blevins
or Kent...

they shut us down
for doin' the exact opposite
of what we're supposed to do.

Oh, come on, man.
It's too big for that
political bullshit.

It ain't bullshit
to the Man.

You ever learned that,
you wouldn't've been
on a desk last ten years.

( telephone rings )

Lieutenant West.

When was this?

All right.

Bring it over.
Yeah.

I'm serious about this,
Roland. This is huge.

That was Briggs.

Call came on the hotline
last night.

Says we need
to hear it.

Uh, all right.

( scanning channels )

( rock music playing )

♪ Yeah, early in the morning ♪

♪ When the church bells toll ♪

♪ The choir's gonna sing ♪

♪ And the hearse will roll ♪

♪ On down to the graveyard... ♪

- Roland: All right, get back.
- ( dogs barking )

Come on! There ya go.

There you go. Come on.

- ♪ Don't want no sorrow ♪
- ( Roland grunts )

♪ For this old orphan boy ♪

- ♪ Don't want no crying ♪
- ( puppy whimpers )

You best get in there,
little man.

Ain't no charity
with these old dogs.

- ( puppy whimpers )
- ( dog growling )

Suppose you're a lover,
not a fighter, huh? Come here.

♪ And I'll be bound for glory
in the mornin'... ♪

- Come on.
- ( puppy yips )

( music continues )

Them eggs are fierce, huh?

( chuckles softly )

You show a woman
you got good kitchen skills...

they know you ain't lookin'
for a cook.

You listenin' to me,
little man?

I'm tryin' to help you out.

( dogs barking in distance )

Look here. Another stray.

( barking continues )

- ( puppy whimpers )
- True, he's got flaws,

but we'll hear him out.

( car door closes )

You sure
this is his place?

Yeah, I phoned.

Why?

He was always what you call
a people person.

Never saw him have any use
for the outdoors.

Let's go see.

Give me just a second.

( exhales )

When was the last time
I saw him?

I don't really know, Dad.

Hey. Maybe now's
not the best time to do this.

Y'all in the right place.

You're lookin' good, Purple.

Who's that old man with you?

( chuckles )

Yeah.

Henry:
He might be a little shaky,
is all I'm sayin'.

Or he might think that, uh...

I don't know,
he might be a little shaky.

He don't remember
the last time he saw you.

He remember why
I'm pissed at him?

Henry:
Mm-mm. I don't think so.

Sir...

can I tell you--
from experience--

it doesn't do any good.

Well...

...maybe I forgot,
too.

Where you keep your medals
and whatnot?

The White River.

What about
that picture with Clinton?

Mighta lined the kennel
with it.

Thought you hated dogs.

My best friend's a dog.

Got pictures
or somethin'?

Let me get a look
at your kids.

Don't have no kids, man.

You and that woman.

Uh...
( snaps fingers )

Name escapes me. Uh...

y'all got married.

You're thinkin'
of someone else.

You never got married?

Not once?

I'd'a...

sworn you were married.

Well...

you don't talk to somebody
for 24 years,

you're gonna
miss some shit.

Come on.

Go on,
have a seat.

( door closes )

Male Officer:
State Police hotline.

Hello?

Teenage Girl:
You're looking for me.

I saw on the television.

Officer:
What's your name, ma'am?

Girl:
I saw him on the television.

( crying )
Leave me alone.
Make him leave me alone.

Officer:
Ma'am, is this about
Julie Purcell?

Do you have information
about Julie Purcell?

Girl:
That's not my real name.

Officer:
What is your name, ma'am?

Girl:
Tell him to leave me alone.

I--

I know what he did.

Officer:
Who?

Girl:
The man on TV
acting like my father!

Officer:
Can you tell me where
you're calling from?

Girl:
Where's my brother? Will.

I don't know
what he did with him.

Officer:
What who did with him, ma'am?

Girl:
We left him resting.

What she sayin'?

What's that mean?

Officer:
Can you tell me where you are?

We can take care of you, ma'am.

Girl:
No, you won't.

You work for them.

Tell him to leave me alone!
It--

( crying softly )

He took me,
and I'm never coming back.

Officer:
Ma'am, can you stay
on the line, please?

Could you talk to me?

Girl:
Just leave me alone!

( disconnects )

Officer:
Ma'am. Hello?

Are you there?

( turns off tape player )

What's she sayin'?

I mean, that was her.

Man, where is she?

Lieutenant West.

Roland.

Roland:
You talkin' to those TV people?

I hung up on 'em
several times.

They're deep in it.

Didn't want anything
to come back on us.

"Anything"?

Like... killin' a man?

Well, is it...

comin' back?

No, so far.

But that director
showed me some pictures.

( softly ) Yep.

Dan O'Brien's body was found
in a drained quarry...

southern Missouri.

They're onto somethin'
about Harris James.

How you gonna
talk to these people...

we done what we done?

You don't know
what you might say.

Or might remember.

( grunts )

If I remember what we done,
I'll remember not to say.

Other thing I found out. Me.

That note sent
to the parents,

letters cut out?

Lucy wrote it.
The mother.

Why?

How you know that?

Some things Ame quoted
in the book.

Things the mother said.
I'll show you. They line up.

Why would she do that?

I think--

you look at the note,
what it's sayin'...

think she was tryin'
to make Tom feel better.

Tryin' to get him
to let go.

'Cause she already had,
way before.

Ah, so what?
So what if she did?

We already knew
she had some connection to--

--that guy whose name
you just said.

He came to see me.

Day after what happened.

Hoyt.

What?

You never told me that.

I made a decision.

Yeah. Had other things
to think about.

Includin' a family.

I let it go.

What'd you get from him?

Nothin', I think.

He knew about what we done.

Seemed like he was in
the dark on some stuff, too.

I can't, uh...

I... really can't remember.

Passed away
some years back.

You walked away.

Not this time.

This what you come
to see me about?

Twenty-five years.

What, you doin'
old man fantasy camp?

You think you--

think you can
just roll up here

and I'll be all,
"Golly gee, partner!

Let's grab our
junior detective
clue-finders

and have an adventure!"

( dogs barking )

( raps on fence )

You...

You know, '80?

We stopped bein' partners.

You get married.

It's natural for
people to drift apart.

This right now?
This ain't that.

All this time.

You never picked up
the phone.

Never dropped by
for a beer.

Never said you're
fuckin' sorry once.

Roland--

And I was gonna
put that shit aside.

Have a drink with ya.

Reminisce.

Maybe just watch the dogs play
and the sun go fuckin' down.

But look what you're doin'.

How many of those
you go through a week?

Hey, fuck you, man!

I'm fine...

alone out here.

No woman. No kids.

And no old friends.

So that means I get to drink
exactly as much as I want to!

You don't judge me,
motherfucker!

I know you.

I know what you did.

What I did.

You talkin' 'bout my drinkin'?

I'd whip your ass
if it wouldn't kill ya.

And you still
ain't apologized,

Roland.

I don't remember.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry,
but I just can't remember.

I don't-- I...

I, uh, I can't--

Can't remember my life, man.

I can't remember my wife...

I-I don't know.

If you tell me I...

I did something wrong,
well, OK. I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

( sniffling ) Uh...

I-I got this, uh...

this file I'm workin' on,

and, uh,
I read it every mornin'.

And, uh--

But I'm missin' so much.

But you remember some stuff.

I mean...

you know me, right?

Nah, it's...
other things.

Hey, look.

You need help killin' time,

I'm your man.

I come up with ways
to kill time

ain't nobody ever thought of.

You wanna drink? Talk?

( ignites lighter )

Watch a ball game?

I'm right here.

But I don't want
to dip so much as a toe
back in that shit.

She still be out there.

Ohh, don't give me that.

Half the cases you ever worked
never closed.

You quit the job.

I was there.

There were other
considerations at the time.

I just, uh...

between me and Ame.

And before I'm a...

droolin' fuckin'
squash plant,

and with whatever brains
I got left,

I'm gonna finish this.

( sighs )

No.

Yes.

No.

Oh, yes.

No, man.

Come on.

Stir some shit up with me.

( sniffling, coughing )

How is it your son
don't have you locked up?

He don't know
how fucked up I am.

Hmm.

Well, I got bad news.

Your condition's worse
than you think.

You imagine two
old motherfuckers like us

doin' anything
other than pissin' our pants?

Come on.

This is some sad...
senile shit.

Hmm.

Seventy-year-old black man...

goin' batshit crazy,
runnin' around

with a badge and gun.

You shouldn't miss that.

Well, I could use a laugh.

♪ Don't the sun look angry ♪

♪ Through the trees? ♪

♪ Don't the trees look like
crucified thieves? ♪

♪ Don't you feel
like desperados ♪

♪ Under the eaves? ♪

♪ Heaven help
the one who leaves ♪

♪ Still wakin' up
in the mornings ♪

♪ With shakin' hands ♪

♪ And I'm tryin'
to find a girl ♪

♪ Who understands me ♪

♪ But except in dreams
you're never really free ♪

♪ Don't the sun
look angry at me? ♪

♪ I was sitting ♪

♪ In the Hollywood
Hawaiian Hotel ♪

♪ I was listening to the... ♪