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Athena?

That pan is still wet.

You need to dry it off
before you put it away.

Why? It'll dry eventually.

Because it'll rust.

That's my good cast iron.

And don't you roll those eyes at me.

Sorry, Mama.

When's Daddy getting home?

Oh, I see.

You only offered to help with the dishes

so you could wait up for your father.

Well, yeah. Who likes doing dishes?

Besides you.

I like it because it's usually

my peaceful time by myself.

One day when you're grown,

you'll understand.

I'm home.

Saved by your daddy again.

Daddy!

- You missed dinner.
- Oh...

Oh, I know, baby girl.

Daddy got a flat tire on the way home.

Mm. Ooh.

Is that why you smell like
a greasy mechanic?

And look at this shirt. It's filthy.

Well, you want me to take it off
so you can wash it?

'Cause you know I got

- no problem with that.
- Oh, Samuel Carter,

- get those filthy paws off me.
- What? I can't help it.

And you, little girl...

It is officially past your bedtime.

What about story time? Daddy always

tells me a story before bed.

I know, baby.

Daddy got home too late.

But I promise I will make it up to you.

Tomorrow we will read two stories.

And waffles for breakfast?

And waffles for breakfast.

Some lawyer you are.

You just got out-negotiated
by a nine-year-old.

I'm a tough cookie.

That's what Daddy always tells me.

Just like her mother.

Go.

Samuel! Beatrice!

Patrice? What's the matter?

Is Tanya here?
She's gone. We can't find her.

Patrice, slow down.
What do you mean, she's gone?

She's not in the
house. She wasn't in her bed.

Where would she go?

I don't understand.

- What's happening?
- Tanya's missing.

When Joanne to
check on her she wasn't in her bed.

It was empty. Their window was open.

Did you check the backyard?

These kids are always doing stuff

- they're not supposed to.
- Me and Lloyd

have looked everywhere.
She just vanished.

- I'll get a search group together.
- Hey, come on.

Okay, it's okay,
it's gonna be all right.

Patrice, go back to the house.

- Wait there in case she shows.
- Yes.

Beatrice.

Call the sheriff, give them

the Kingston's address,
let 'em know what's going on.

I just have this sick feeling
that something's happened to her.

- No.
- I can feel it in my bones.

Don't go there.

Athena.

Go back to your room
and get in bed. Now!

I thought your
father told you to go back to bed.

I'm scared.

You don't have to be scared.

I am right here.

What happened to Tanya?

Why did Daddy grab his gun?

Tanya's parents don't know where she is.

Your father went out
to help them find her.

Did something bad happen to her?

We don't know yet.

But you know what you can do to help?

Pray.

Why don't you say a prayer

asking God to bring Tanya home
safe and sound.

You remember what I told you?

That God answers prayers.

That's right.

Please let Him answer this one.

Now try and get some sleep, okay?

Tanya!

Tanya! Tanya!

- Tanya!
- Tanya!

- Tanya!
- Tanya, can you hear me?

Hello? Tanya? Do you hear me?

Tanya!

- Tanya!
- Tanya!

- Tanya Kingston!
- Tanya!

- Tanya!
- Tanya!

Why aren't you doing anything?

You're just standing there,
letting that man

treat your father like a criminal.

This is protocol, Mama.

He's doing his job.

Mrs. Carter?

The detective is almost done in there.

This isn't right and you know it.

Your father can't speak
or defend himself.

He can't even consent
to what they're doing.

They don't need consent, Mama.

That's what the warrant is for.

Well, everything else aside,

Mr. Carter is showing
signs of improvement.

His blood pressure has been
stable for the last 24 hours.

The swelling in his brain
has gone down considerably.

Enough to maybe
bring him out of the coma?

That's what we're hoping.

I'll keep you posted.

Thank you.

The police are gonna
want to talk to him as soon

as he wakes up.

You keep these people
away from your father.

Look at what they're doing to him.

Beatrice, I know this is difficult,

but the police are just doing

what they have to, and
gathering samples is probably

the best way to prove
that Samuel is innocent.

He's right.

Mrs. Carter, Mrs. Nash.
Detective Clifford Dixon.

You people should be
ashamed of yourselves.

The police department
did nothing for 45 years

to find that girl, now you want to
pin it on a sick, incapacitated man.

My husband did not
do what you're accusing him of.

Ma'am, we haven't
accused him of anything.

Yet.

We just want to get to the
truth, like I'm sure you do.

Because you're right,
45 years is a long time.

And the Kingston family
deserves some justice.

So what happens next?

We're still sorting through
the evidence and samples

from the scene,
but once we have forensics,

we can test Mr. Carter's sample
against it.

And I'd like to get you

and your mother down to
the station to give statements.

I know it was long time ago, but

anything you might remember from
that night could be helpful.

Not without a lawyer.

That's fine. At
your earliest convenience.

Can I give you some free advice, though?

Can I say "no thank you"?

Let go of your emotional attachment.

Let us do our jobs.

Just be his daughter.

Not a police officer.

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Right. I know.

Oh, no, he's over there.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, Michael.
I'm telling you, do not come.

No, keep Harry there with you and David.

He does not need to be here for this.

Look, I got to go.
We just got back to the house.

Kiss Harry for me.

Okay, bye.

Junior's here.

And he brought his father.

I am so sorry.

One shock after another.
Still doesn't feel real.

Mr. Franklin.

Aw, it's good to see you.

It's been a while.

I would say it's good
to see you, too, but...

not under these circumstances.

- How you holding up?
- Oh, best we can.

What about your mother?

She's still at the hospital.
On top of everything,

my father... he's still
not out of the woods.

She doesn't want to leave his side.

Of course. I wanted to come by

when I heard about Samuel's stroke.

- But then I saw the news last night.
- Mm.

Anything me or Junior can do to help,

don't hesitate to ask.

Now, who's this... Your bodyguard?

Bobby Nash, my husband.

Ah.

- Nice to meet you, sir.
- Good to meet you.

Glad you're here.

She's gonna need
all the support she can get.

Now, you built the original
structure, correct?

Yeah.

Laid the foundation myself.

Uh, the police questioned him about it.

We just got back from the station.

They swabbed me for the DNA.

What do you remember?

I was so young, it's all kind of a blur.

All I can tell you
is what I told the police.

I poured that concrete, left it to cure

four, maybe five days.

I remember it was so humid,
had to give it extra time.

The job site was exposed to the street.

Anyone could have
put that girl in there.

It was long time
before home security cameras.

This Florida room has been here so long,

it's hard to remember
a time when it wasn't.

Your mom had been on your dad
for years to build that addition.

But he kept putting it off,

saying he didn't have the money.

Then one day, he came by the shop.

Said he changed his mind.

Hmm, why the sudden change of heart?

You got to understand.

When that girl disappeared,
it rocked this town.

Nobody was the same after that.

He said it'd be a good distraction.

A fun project for you and Beatrice.

When did he ask you to build it?

The day after the Kingston girl
went missing.

We've taken up enough of
your time. We'll get out of your hair.

But if you need anything at all,
we're here.

- Oh, yeah.
- Thanks.

Come on, Pops.

I'm sorry, Athena.

I really am.

Thank you, Mr. Franklin.

- See ya.
- Take care.

Okay.

Hey.

You doing all right? I know I keep

asking you, but I've just
been really worried about you.

I'm not sure how I'm feeling.

Y'all take care.

What are... what-what are you doing?

I'm trying to see if there's anything
here that might shed some light.

Did you know your father
was a meticulous

record keeper? He keeps
all his old appointment books.

Oh, no, put that away,
right now. All of it.

This is not yours to do.

You-you have no right to go through
my father's things like this.

You're right, I don't. It should be you.

What I don't understand is why it's not.

Why are you just standing
on the sidelines?

Because that detective was right.

- I'm not a police officer here.
- Well, who cares

what he said? Don't you want
to clear your father's name?

- Of course I do...
- Athena, those doctors

said they're gonna
take Samuel off sedation

in two days, and like you said,

the police are gonna
be there waiting for him.

Don't you want to be armed with
the truth when they do show up?

What is it? What are you so afraid of?

I'm afraid he could have done it.

There's that girl.

The one whose little sister
got kidnapped.

- Don't touch me.
- Her name is Joanne.

I heard she got kicked out of school.

- I said let go!
- Have you lost your mind?

Oh, don't pretend
you all of a sudden care

- about the one kid you have left.
- Stop it.

Why are you always
making my life so hard?

After everything I've been through.

Oh, right, because you're
the only one this has happened to.

You know what, I think Daddy
died just to get away from you.

Okay, how about we try
to calm down here?

Shut up, Barney Fife.

Maybe you should try looking for
my sister instead of harassing me.

You people are worthless.

Shut up.

Let's go.

Oh, hey there, little lady. I hope

- you're being careful out there.
- Why does everyone

keep saying that you're bad at your job?

Is it because you haven't found Tanya?

You shouldn't listen
to everything everybody says.

Was Tanya your friend?

I saw her at school
all the time and church.

- Are you still looking for her?
- Of course we are.

The truth is this is a really hard case.

We don't have a lot of clues
to help us find her.

And you need clues.

Like a barrette in the woods.

- How'd you know about that?
- I heard my dad talking about it.

Is that the only clue you have?

Well, the only other thing
we know is that somebody

climbed in through that
bedroom window and took her.

What about Joanne?

Why did you arrest her?

You sure do ask a lot of questions.

I like to know stuff.

I didn't arrest her.

I was just making sure
she got home safe.

She's having a hard time.

I wish I could help her and her mom.

Me too.

Stay safe.

You shouldn't be
snooping around people's property.

I just...

wanted to see it for myself.

You always do.

Sometimes you got to know
when not to let

your curiosity get the best of you.

Don't go looking for stuff.

You might not like what you find.

Your father came home late that night.

- I'm sure it wasn't the first time.
- Yeah, when he came in,

his shirt was all dirty.

He said he had a flat tire.

I mean, I remember because

my father was always
such a sharp dresser.

And that night he was disheveled.

I wasn't used to seeing him like that.

But you said he was
out helping with the search.

He did, but lots of folk go back

to the scene of the crime.

The same night, Bobby.

- That's one hell of a coincidence.
- Yeah, but

this is your father we're
talking about. He raised you.

You know he's not capable

- of doing anything remotely like this.
- Anybody

at any time is capable
of doing a horrible thing.

I see it every day, so do you.

You know how many times
I go to make an arrest

and the family can't believe it?

Living under the same roof
with a killer,

and they had no idea.

The devil wears a familiar face
and tricks you with his lies.

That sounds like something
Beatrice would say.

I love my father, God knows I do.

He's my hero.

But he's just a man.

He could have had a life
outside this house

that I knew nothing about.

Then you need to find out
the truth for yourself.

- Before it's too late.
- Oh, but

w-what if I go looking
and find something

that proves the worst?

Am I supposed to hand that over
to the police to arrest my father?

I can't be the one
to send my father to prison.

You could be the person
who clears his name.

House looks exactly the same.

Older and run down, but...

everything's as it was.

They even have the same flower boxes.

Still loose.

What the hell are you doing?!

Joanne, it's me.

Athena Carter.

All the more reason
to shoot you right here.

Daughter of a murderer.

Okay, let's just stop, take a minute.

Don't do anything we're gonna regret.

Oh, I won't regret this.

Her father killed my sister.

See?

She can't even deny it.

- Get off of me!
- Joanne, I just want to talk.

Let go.

You got some nerve coming here.

I'm here because I want answers.

Just like you.

Am I supposed to feel sympathy for you?

Your father is a murderer.

He ruined my life.

And now you are here because
he has ruined yours, too.

I know how hard
this has been on your family.

I got no family left.

I imagine that must...

...tear you up inside.

What do you want to talk about?

I stopped coming in here
after she was gone.

My mother kept it like a shrine.

Said she was keeping the room ready

for when she came back home.

After Mama was gone, I...

I put a padlock on it and that was it.

A lot of painful memories.

You shared this room with your sister?

I hated it.

Nosy little sister.

She was always in my business.

This is the window
they used when they took her.

How do you know?

The flower box.

It's loose. I remember
it being loose back then,

like someone stepping on it,
which could have happened

- from climbing in.
- Mm-hmm.

Looks like it's been stepped on
more than once.

He's right.

You used to sneak
out of this window, didn't you?

Did you sneak out that night?

Yes.

Tanya and I both did.

Sneaking out again, huh?

I'm meeting up with friends.
We're hanging out.

Does Mom know?

The only way Mom would know
is if you tell her.

And we both know
you're not gonna do that, so

go to sleep.

Uh, is that your sister?

You've got to be kidding me.

What is she doing here?

Trying to ruin my life?

- You didn't bring her?
- No. But I am gonna kill her.

What are you doing here?

I just want to see what you
and your friends do when you're

- hanging out.
- You're not supposed to be here.

Neither are you.

If you don't go home,
you're gonna get us

- both busted.
- It's not fair.

You get to stay. I want to stay, too.

- No way.
- And I want a beer.

Now you've really lost it.

Do you have any idea
what Mom would do to me?

The only way she'll know
is if I tell her.

And I can tell her everything.

Junior, bring her a beer.

You're gonna need to show some ID.

Why? You're not old enough to drink,
but you're doing it anyway.

Wow.

She doesn't miss a beat.

Be grateful you're an only child.

30 minutes. That's it.
Then you have to leave.

30 minutes? That's no time. An hour.

30 minutes and I'll...

take you to the movies on Saturday.

Oh, come on, Tanya,
stop being so difficult.

- I get to pick the movie.
- Fine.

Thank you.

Where'd your sister go?

I guess she went home.

I can't believe
she actually listened to me.

Star, singular.

Uh, one star.

Let's go, Sharon. Move.

Who was that?

I don't know, but...

it's getting late. We should go.

Yeah.

I know you're not really asleep.

You thought about what movie
you want to see on Saturday?

The silent treatment?

Really?

Come on, Tanya.

I never saw her leave.

Just assumed she made it home.

And you lied to the police back then?

Lied to my parents, too.

Told them that she was gone
when I checked on her.

They saw the window was open.

It was easier to let them believe that.

Then they told the police what happened.

It was my fault.

If I hadn't snuck out that night,

she'd still be here.

Joanne.

You don't know that.

Did you call the police?

You were trespassing.

It's okay, everything's fine.

I'm not gonna press charges.

Not sure that's up to you now.

Mrs. Nash, I thought
we had an understanding

that you were gonna let us do our job.

We were just leaving.

We came by to offer
our condolences to Joanne.

- That's all.
- Is that right?

Because it looks a lot like
your wife is interfering

with an active investigation.

How about you come with me?

Wait a minute, you're arresting her?

In all fairness, you were warned.

Can't imagine they'd book her.

Question her, sure,
but she'll still need a lawyer.

Okay. Thanks. I will meet you there.

I'm sorry I got Athena in trouble.

Well, she can handle it,
she's a police officer herself.

Well, that explains it.

I want you to know that Athena's
probably gonna tell the police

what you told us: that Tanya
wasn't taken from home.

That's new information that'll
probably be helpful to them.

There's something else.

That car we heard...

We couldn't see it
from where we were hiding,

but the sound it made,

it was like a "put-put-put."

I'd never heard a car
sound like that before.

Okay, that's good to note.

I'll bring that up to Detective Dixon.

Listen, Joanne, you
take care of yourself.

And lock that thing up.

So, what were you
doing talking to Joanne Kingston?

One could think it was intimidation.

And one would be wrong.

Did you know that Tanya
wasn't taken from her house

like the Kingstons reported?

- Did Joanne tell you that?
- She did.

That night, she snuck out,
and Tanya followed her.

All this time, you've been
trying to solve this case

- with wrong information.
- Not all of us.

The barrettes.

I got three little girls at home.

They never go to bed
with their barrettes.

Always complaining to my wife
about how much it hurts.

If she was taken from her sleep,
I don't think

she would have been wearing those.

Well...

I guess I confirmed it.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Is that the forensic report
from the scene?

What else was found with the remains?

Not much. Few scraps of cloth,

the barrettes, plastic.

Everything else was disintegrated.

What about this? What is it?

Old-timers think it's a clasp
from a harvesting bag.

Like they use for picking oranges.

Bags back then were canvas,
so the clasp is all that's left.

The killer could have used
something like this to transport her.

- It's possible.
- DNA?

Nothing.

Nothing to compare your father's
sample to or Reggie Senior's.

Either it was wiped clean
or, more likely,

the hydrated lime in the concrete

eroded any DNA that was present.

Hydrated lime.

That's usually mixed in
with the concrete, yes?

- Typically.
- The levels here...

It looks like she was doused in it.

Like someone
poured the lime all over her,

then covered her body in the wet cement.

- What's the difference?
- Reggie Senior.

He said that he poured the foundation,
then left it to cure. He said,

"Anyone could have put
that little girl in there."

That is a very deliberate
choice of words.

Deliberate because it wasn't true.

Exactly.

He covered her body in quicklime,

knowing that it would erode
all evidence,

Then he encased her in cement.

Knock, knock.

- Special delivery.
- Reggie.

What a wonderful surprise.

Just came by to see how you were doing.

And bring a little something to eat.

- Got to keep your strength up.
- Well, thank you.

How is he?

Improving.

They're hoping to take him off
sedation in another day or two.

That so?

Seems like a lifetime.

Waiting like this.

Not knowing, and then,

with everything else...

Beatrice.

I am so sorry.

It shouldn't be happening to you.

You and Samuel.

You don't deserve this.

Samuel is a good man.

You know it.

The whole town knows it.

To have his legacy tainted like this
after all he's done.

I wish I could take it away.

I wish I could make it right.

You're not the one making my husband out
to be some kind of killer.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry, Beatrice.

But the sound it made.
It was like a "put-put-put."

I never heard a car
sound like that before.

Hey.

Athena, I know who it is. It's Reggie.

Joanne said she remembered
hearing a car that night.

Said the engine
had a very specific sound.

Said you couldn't mistake
the sound of that thing.

- It was Reggie's truck.
- Bobby,

I saw the forensic report.

Tanya wasn't put in the wet cement.

The cement was poured over her.

Reggie lied.

- Are you still with Joanne?
- No,

I'm at the orange grove right
now. I was on my way to you,

but then I saw Reggie's truck

parked off to the side
of the road, but he's not in it.

I need to go warn Joanne.

How did Reggie find Tanya that night?

Someone would have noticed
an adult at the bonfire.

It doesn't make sense.

But Joanne heard Reggie's truck.

This boy

chased me all through the orange groves.

Reggie Senior wasn't
the only one in that house

with a driver's license.

Junior.

What are you doing here?

Taking care of loose ends.

Junior, please.

Why are you doing this?

I'm gonna help the police
solve your sister's

45-year-old case.

- The sister did it.
- What?!

What are you talking about?

That night, when she crashed the party

at the bonfire,

you let her drink.

A lot.

And, of course, it was a tragic accident

when you found her passed out
and not breathing.

The guilt.

Oh, it's been killing you.

So you decided to take your life

in the same place you took Tanya's.

It's kind of poetic.

You were my friend.

You know that's not what happened.

Hey, wait. You leaving?

Yeah. My time's up
and I don't want to hear her mouth.

Let me give you a ride home.

You really shouldn't be walking
out in the dark by yourself.

Thanks. Nice of you.

Blame it on my stupid sister.

That sucks she sent you home like that.

It's cool. We can have
our own little party.

Yeah, I'm sick of her
treating me like a baby.

That's right.

You're a big girl.

Look how you're already
starting to fill out.

I don't feel well.

It's okay. You're just
not used to the alcohol.

Relax.

- Please stop. I don't like that.
- Don't be like that.

I'm just trying to help you.

Okay...

Stop it! Leave me alone!

Joanne!

Bobby!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah. Go.

No.

Cuffs.

All this time you've been hiding

in plain sight. 45 years.

But I got you.

I finally got you.

Are you all right?

I am now.

What do you think he knows?

Everything.

Yeah.

But will he tell us?

Depends...

...on how we ask.

Athena?

- Not who you were expecting?
- No.

Where's that detective?

I thought you would have
a harder time lying to me.

Did you know?

He's my boy.

- My only child.
- Did you know?

How do I not protect my boy?

I'm his father. That's my job.

You care about her
more than your own son?

Just go.

What is this?

This is what comes
of you protecting your boy.

We searched your son's workshop.

He didn't stop with Tanya Kingston.

He said it was an accident.

Said he didn't mean to do it.

I just wanted to protect him.

Too bad you never thought
about protecting them.

Six girls?

And they're not done searching.

Oh, I still can't believe it.

You know, the next day after
she was gone, he came over.

Wanted to see how I was doing.

I thought it was because he cared.

He just wanted to see
if I knew anything.

Have you given any thought
to what comes next?

I don't know.

Sell the house, maybe.

Fresh start.

Only reason I stayed was
in case she came home one day.

Guess I never gave up hope, either.

Well, hope is a good thing.

It always feels like
everyone forgot about her.

People searched the first
couple of months, but then

they went on with their lives.

Not everyone forgot.

I didn't.

Tanya may have only been on this earth
for eight short years,

but she had a big impact.

I never forgot your sister.

What happened?

All they said was to hurry up
and get down here.

Your father is awake.

- What?
- And he's asking for you.

Daddy?

I was telling him about Tanya,
and how you never gave up.

It's in her nature.

Well, I didn't steal it.

You and Mama made me that way.

I'm just glad to have you back.

Good.

'Cause I'm not leaving.

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