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( intro music plays )

( film projector running )

NARRATOR: Does this young fellow
look familiar?

He ought to.

The sad truth is

there are boys like him
all across our nation.

They're the ones who just can't
seem to fit in.

There could be a boy just like
him living in your town.

Right on your block,
even going to your school.

You might not even
be aware of it.

Would you know
what to look for?

Would you know how to spot
"the outsider"?

The outsider may have stopped
applying himself in class.

He's probably given up trying
to make friends.

Rightly or wrongly,

the outsider has come to feel
that everyone is against him.

On the surface,
he looks much like

any other boy on the block.

But inside, the outsider
is eaten away with resentment

and a desperate urge
to get even.

If enough of these feelings
accumulate,

he may be tempted to act out.

Acting out can take
many forms--

( screaming )

antisocial behavior,
rejection of one's peers...

( gunshots )

...even, in extreme cases...

CHILD'S VOICE:
Mommy.

..mouthing off
to authority figures.

CHILD'S VOICE:
Mommy.

JOE:
What's going on?

Did you have
a bad dream?

Mommy...

Oh, my goodness.

This is a bad dream.

JOE: I'm just saying that,
you know,

she got out once,
she'll do it again.

We don't know that.

I think
I overslept.

-Morning, sweetie.
-Morning, Mommy.

Morning, Daddy.

No, but we've been to this
picnic a couple times before.

You know, history
would seem to suggest

that once they figure out
how to get over that wall,

then that's that.

What are you guys talking about?

Nothing.

You know what, I'll just go
to the store

and get some kind of safety bars
or something.

I don't know, I think maybe
we should just bite the bullet

and buy Houdini here
a big-girl bed.

I think she's ready.

How about it,
sweetheart? Huh?

You want a big-girl bed?

Well, wait a second.

Why can't she just take my bed?

I could move into her room.

I'm almost 13.

I'm old enough
to have my own room.

Well, this is a conversation
we should have

when we have more time because
everybody's got to get ready

for work, for school.

But why?
It's simple.

Marie can move in with Bridgette
and I can take her room.

Wait a second, what about me?

What do I get?

You get the top bunk.

What do I owe the pleasure?

Is this a bad time?

Not for me.

Those two are in
some kind of hell.

It's good, they need
a minute alone.

What's up?

You ever heard of a high
school called Claymore?

Could be a private school,
definitely co-ed.

Not off the top
of my head. Why?

I don't know, I just,
I had this strange...

A hunch.

You could say that.

Anyway, I forgot about it
and then something told me

this morning that I
should come by here,

run it by you, that you might
be able to shed some light.

Not me.

No light here.

Not a flicker.

But I'd be happy to find any

Claymore Highs
if they're out there.

Right now I got to
get back and, uh...

Unless you want
to return the favor.

What do you mean?

They woke up this morning,
their seven-year-old was gone.

Window lock was forced open,
but there's no ransom note.

I was about
to run out there.

Wouldn't mind
another set of eyes.

MAN: Tyler's room
is right down here.

Sorry it's such
a mess.

They, uh, asked us
not to touch anything.

That's all right,
Mr. Downey.

Were any of your
son's things taken?

No.

I... I don't
think so.

Would you like me
to ask my wife?

She would know
better than me.

SCANLON:
Oh, no, that's okay.

We'll, uh, we'll just
be here a few minutes.

WOMAN: We thought about
putting up bars.

You know, those...

window guards?

Some people in the neighborhood
have them, some don't.

When we bought this place,

Paul and I researched how much
it would cost to put them on.

But I hated the way they looked.

( wood cracking,
motor hums )

SCANLON ( clears throat):
That number there

will get you directly
to me 24 hours a day.

We're also monitoring
your phone.

And I'd like to keep a detective
in your home

for a day or so in case we do
find a note or get a call.

Do you know how many dump sites
there are within 50 miles?

Um... a lot?

More than a lot.

They wouldn't even
give me a number.

Do you know
how many bloodhounds

are at the city's disposal?

Um, not a lot?

Six.

Well, Allison,
it's a start.

You may not have
found the needle,

but at least you
found the haystack.

I'm not so sure.

Maybe his body hasn't
been dumped yet.

How do I even know what I saw
has happened already?

I forgot to go
to the store

and get what I needed
for Marie's crib.

Oh, good.

I've decided to join

the Let's Give Ariel
Her Own Room campaign.

Really?

Yeah.

I figure she's going
to need a place to stew

once she figures out
she hates us.

Think so, huh?

I do.

I do, too.

Okay, well, great.

Let's swing by the
furniture store tomorrow

and pick up a bed.

If I get home from work
early enough,

maybe I can even
take apart the crib.

Call my sister, she if
she wants to pick it up.

Why do we have to get rid of it?
Why can't we just...

put it in the garage?

As what?

A shrine
to our child-bearing years?

( breathing )

( gasps )

How is he?

Is he going to be
all right?

They think he'll get there.

Apparently, somebody
drugged him, shot him

and drove him
to that dump site.

Oh, my God,
and he survived.

The bullet glanced off
the skull without penetrating.

It happens sometimes
with small caliber weapons.

Leaves a hell of
an ugly wound,

but it doesn't actually
reach the gray matter.

Hopefully, when he wakes up,

he'll be able to describe
the guy who took him.

How soon will that be?

Couple hours. Come on.

The doctors are going.
Let's go.

( knocking on door )

Hi.

I think we're both still in

a state of shock,
you know? I mean...

happy shock,
but still shock.

It's a miracle. It's nothing
less than a miracle.

And a lot of solid
police work, I'm sure.

We're both
incredibly grateful.

Oh, you know,

there are some friends
of ours from the parish.

Can you just excuse us
for just a moment?

Oh, no problem.

Excuse me.

I should
step outside.

I got a couple
calls to make.

Okay. Um...

I'll just stay here
in case he wakes up.

Okay.

Tyler. Tyler.
Are you awake?

Is this hell?

You're in a hospital.

You were hurt,
but you're gonna be okay.

You swear this isn't hell?

Absolutely, I swear.

But why would you think that?

Because I'm bad.

That's where the bad kids go.

DOWNEY:
Tyler?

MRS. DOWNEY:
My God! Hey!

Hey, you're awake?

Hey, hi.

ARIEL: The closet might
be a bit of a problem.

I'm gonna have
a lot of my own stuff,

so maybe we can get, like, uh,
three more shelves.

Just three shelves?

Hi, Mom!

I love this room so much.

I'm glad, sweetie.

You're going
to knock, right?

'Cause I mean, the new rule,
right, privacy?

Do you remember when Saturday
used to be our day?

Vaguely.

MARIE:
Mommy!

ARIEL:
I don't know.

It still feels sort of... empty.

Can we go to the
furniture store tomorrow

and get some furniture?

Maybe a lava lamp
and some beanbag chairs?

Hey, you know, if you're really
so desperate for furniture

maybe I could put that crib
back together again.

That's not funny, Daddy.

That's not funny, Daddy.

Yeah, well, we still got
to figure out

what to do with it,
so what do you say?

We give it to the thrift store
or we call my sister?

Do we really have to decide
right now?

I just didn't think it was that
big of a question.

I just want
a little time, okay?

JOE:
It's funny.

I thought you'd be
in a better mood,

what with saving
a child's life and all.

I'm in a fine mood.

He said the damndest
thing to me

when he first woke up

and I haven't been able
to stop thinking about it.

He asked me if he was in hell.

Well, in the kid's defense,
he did have a pretty lousy day.

No, that's not
what he meant.

He thought he was
actually in hell.

That he had died and been sent
somewhere to be punished

because...
he was a bad person.

And I know how this is going
to sound, but...

I got the distinct impression
that he thought he deserved it.

That that's where he was
supposed to be.

And I can't help but wonder...

how does a terrible
thought like that

get into a little boy's head?

You belong to your father
the devil

and you want to carry out
your father's desire.

He was a murderer
from the beginning,

not holding to the truth
for there is no truth in him.

And when he lies, he speaks
his native language

for he is a liar
and the father of lies.

( gunshot )

( gasps )

Thank you for coming
in on a Sunday,

Mr. and Mrs. Downey.

No, anything to help.

How long is this going to take?

Our son's asleep and we'd like

to be back at his bedside
when he wakes up.

We just need
to ask a few questions.

Hopefully, rule
a few things out.

Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Downey.

Detective.

Ah, I'm sorry.

Allison.
Allison Dubois.

How's Tyler doing?

He's much better, thank you.

He's awake for long stretches.

Even asked for his crayons
this morning.

Mr. and
Mrs. Downey,

as part of our investigation
into your son's abduction,

our lab conducted
a toxin screen,

an analysis
of your son's blood.

Okay.

And test results
seem to indicate

that on the night
your son was taken,

he was given
a massive dose

of a prescription
sleep aid.

What?

No, no, it's important.

It's important
that we hear all this.

Just out of curiosity,

do either of you use
sleeping pills?

I'm sorry, did I miss some...?

Are you asking if my wife
and I...?

That is what you're
asking, isn't it?

Please, don't be offended.

In any abduction case,
it's routine to eliminate

those closest
to the child first.

Mrs. Downey?

Yes, I do, actually.

I have two prescriptions
at the moment.

Would one of them
be Zolpidem?

I have no idea.

I don't really know the names.

I just sort of hand the slips
of paper over to the pharmacist.

Of course.
You'll check for us?

Oh, sure.

How about you, Mr. Downey,?

Ever take sleeping pills?

I'll take one of
Marilyn's occasionally.

Not often.

Rarely.

Is this really necessary?

Uh, according
to your statement,

you said that the night
your son was abducted,

you slept through
the night.

Is that correct?

Yes, obviously.

You don't remember
hearing anything?

Not even when Tyler's
window was being pried open

with a crowbar?

Isn't all this
in my statement?

Would you be willing
to allow us

to draw a sample
of your blood?

SCANLON: It'd have to be within
the next several hours

to actually tell us
anything.

I mean, if what we're
trying to do is, uh...

eliminate possibilities.

DOWNEY:
What possibilities?

Why do you need
to test my blood?

To see if there's any of my
prescription in there, Paul.

Isn't that right,
Detective?

Mr. District Attorney?

You folks serious?

I mean, do you really
think that my wife

would hurt our son?

No one

is making any formal
accusations against anyone.

Again, we're simply asking
for a sample of your blood

in the hopes
of eliminating...

Well, you can't have
any blood.

This is insane
and it's hurtful.

You mean to say,
if I happened

to have taken a sleeping
pill that night...

What kind of request
is that?

What kind of
a theory is that?

We don't mean
to offend you.

We're simply hoping
for your cooperation, sir.

My cooperation?

Why? So you can
put off looking

for the real maniac
who took my son?

No, I'm not doing it.

I'm not going
to give you an excuse

not to stop
that animal

before he has a chance
to strike again.

And I want you to
apologize to my wife.

MRS. DOWNEY:
It doesn't matter.

Okay, fine.

Don't.

You call us away

from our son's sickbed

to level these absurd
accusations at us?

Shame on all of you.

Come on, Marilyn.

I think we need
to find an attorney.

You belong to your father

the devil.

And you want to carry out
your father's desire.

What did you say?

It's from the Book of John.

Does that ring a bell?

Marilyn, come on.

Pardon me.

I've been waiting
for the District Attorney,

but I guess you'll do.

I just came from the hospital.

What have you people told them?

Why won't they let me
see my son, take him home?

What, you have
no answer for that?

Why am I surprised?

You plucked that scripture
out of my head.

I knew right then
who you were,

who you worked for.

I work for
the District Attorney.

And he finds it,
we all find it

extremely peculiar that
you and your husband

don't want to cooperate,
don't want to help us

get to the bottom of this.

You are his parents,
he is your child.

You people don't know anything
about me or my child.

No, I think we do.

Really?

How well do you know evil?

I know it when I see it.

Do you?

Do you know how it works?

Do you know how it grows?

If you carried it inside you,

if you took it to your breast,
lived with it every day,

had it inside your house...

You are talking about a child.

My child.

And keeping me from him
is a mistake, Mrs. Dubois.

I need to bring him home.

And if you truly understood that
piece of scripture you quoted,

you would recognize
the truth of that.

I recognize that you are someone
in the midst of a crisis,

that you need help,

that the evil you think
is inside your son

is actually inside your head.

And until I am
convinced otherwise,

I will do everything
I can to be sure

that you are nowhere near Tyler.

( tires squeal )

What's terrifying--
no, what's tragic--

her sense of conviction
is so strong, it's...

so absolute.

I keep thinking
about all these couples

who are desperate to have
a child of their own,

and here's this woman...

completely convinced
that her son must die,

that he's the embodiment
of evil.

It makes me want to cry.

So what happens now?

I don't know, we can only
compel the hospital

to keep him in protective
custody for so long.

( groans ): The father
is blind to it all.

I don't know what
we can prove in court.

All I know is, I have
to do everything I can

to keep that woman away
from her son.

How old did you
say he was?

I don't know, he's, like...

six or seven, maybe.

Sweet.

God, he seemed so sweet.

Tyler. His name's Tyler.

Tyler.

( sighs, kisses )

( sighs )

( music plays )

-( screaming )
-Run!

NARRATOR:
In situations like this one,

it's useful to ask oneself...

( gunshot )

...would you know how to spot

the seeds of resentment
before they blossom

into the rotten fruit
of bad behavior?

( girl whimpers )

BOY: Tyler, don't.
Tyler, please,

why-why are you doing this?

I don't know.

Because I'm mad.

( gunshot )

( gasps )

Tyler.

He killed them all, Joe.

He was so unrepentant.

It was like all the sweetness,
all the innocence I saw in him,

it was just... gone.

Is what I'm saying
making any kind of sense to you?

Uh, I don't know, maybe.

It's 2:45 in the morning--

nothing much makes sense to me
at 2:45 in the morning.

Well, forget it.

I'm sorry, it was selfish
of me to wake you.

No, no, I'm sorry, all right?

Let me just try and focus.

Why don't you start
from the beginning.

Yesterday... I dreamt
that Marilyn Downey

was shooting her son
in the head.

Now today, I'm dreaming
about Tyler,

and he's in high school,
and he's killing people,

dozens of them.

He took out a gun, and he
was just slaughtering them.

I-In the future?

In the future.

Well, maybe this kid's supposed
to be a long-term project.

Maybe you're supposed
to help him out

even after you lock
his mother up.

Or maybe I'm not supposed
to help him at all.

You can't be serious.

I don't know.

Maybe his mother has
a touch of what I have.

Maybe she's seen
what I just saw.

I mean, then it would make
some kind of crazy sense.

Then you could almost understand
why she would do it,

why she would feel compelled
to try again.

Maybe I'm not supposed
to stop her.

Maybe she's just crazy.

Maybe what you're seeing
when you dream

are the dreams of a crazy woman.

Maybe, but how do I know?
How can I be sure?

I don't want to do
the wrong thing.

I don't want to make
the wrong decision.

The wrong decision?

Allison, you're not
seriously suggesting

that sending this kid home
with his homicidal mother

is an option, are you?

I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm just trying
to figure it out.

But there's nothing
to figure out.

This kid is in danger.

He's seven years old,
and he needs your help.

That's all you
need to know.

Of course.

You're right.

You're right.

Glad to be of assistance.

Joe Dubois: husband,
father, moral compass.

We never close.

( gunshot )

( gasps )

You have a moment, sir?

Allison. Sure. Come in.

Hypothetically,
what would you say

if I told you I came across
a piece of evidence

that might help us
nail Marilyn Downey

for the attempted murder
of her son?

Hypothetically, I'd tell you
that I'm a very happy man.

What would you say if I told you
I'd been having dreams

about the little boy
we're trying to save?

What if I told you
that he may grow up

to become one of the most
evil human beings

you or I
have ever known,

and that by stopping his mother
from committing an atrocity

in the present, we may very well
be setting the stage

for an even greater atrocity
in the future?

What would you say then?

( sighs )

I'd tell you that you're
giving me more information

than I need to do my job.

I'd tell you that
we have a responsibility

to take care of the case
that's right in front of us:

saving this child from
his very deranged parent.

What if this child grows up
to hurt other children?

What if he becomes a killer?

I'd remind you that
we have

almost a decade
to try and stop him.

Let's first worry about

protecting Tyler Downey
from his mother.

Then we'll figure out

a way to protect society
from Tyler Downey.

Tell me!

Tell you what?

Tell me how high you're
gonna put that sign on the door.

And I asked you,
how tall are you?

Mom! Tell her she can't keep me

out of her room just because
I'm littler than she is!

There are no height requirements
in the Dubois house, Ariel.

( quietly ):
I'm still putting it on my door.

( phone plays
electronic melody )

Hello?

DEVALOS:
It's me, Allison.

Just wanted to let you know
that I heard from forensics.

And?

While the gun you found
was unmistakably

the one used
to shoot Tyler Downey,

it's never been registered,
and was thoroughly cleaned

before it was left
at that dump site.

There simply are no prints
or DNA evidence.

So there's no way to trace it
back to Marilyn.

I'm afraid that's not
the worst of it.

The Downeys went back to court
this morning,

and the judge ruled that as soon
as Tyler is feeling up to it,

he's to be released
into his parents' care.

They left the hospital together
at 5:20 this afternoon.

So how long
do you think it'll be

till we get the call
that she finally killed him?

Allison, I think we've made it
abundantly clear to Mrs. Downey

that we're watching her, that
we'll always be watching her.

Well, that's
fine and good, sir...

But?

I just don't know how much
that means to a crazy person.

( film projector whirring,
music playing )

NARRATOR: Where do the leaders
of tomorrow come from?

The seeds of their success
are sown here

in the halls of high schools
all across America.

Let's listen in on
one such success story.

( applause )

And before we award you
your diplomas,

let's hear a word
from our valedictorian,

Tyler Downey.

( applause )

( clears throat )

( exhales )

In the days leading up
to graduation,

a number of people
have asked me:

"Is there one person
or one event

that has inspired you through
your high school career?"

For me, the person
who made the biggest difference

was my mom.

Wow.

JOE:
Hmm?

You okay?

Yeah.

Actually I am okay.

And I think
everything's gonna be okay.

( Joe moans softly )

I didn't... Good morning.
I didn't mean to frighten you.

I was just wondering if...
if I could have a word.

"A word"?

Talk?

Is that really necessary?

Isn't a talk really
beside the point?

I don't think so.

For one thing,
I am not who you think I am.

In fact, I am probably much more
like you than you think.

What do you mean?

You have had dreams about Tyler.

About his future.

So have I.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

That's how I knew about you,
about the dump.

That's how I knew about
the Scripture that you quoted,

right before you shot him.

John. Chapter eight. Verse 44.

I dreamt it.

I dreamt the other dreams that
you had about Tyler growing up,

about high school...

about the killings.

I came here...
this morning, to tell you

your dreams are wrong.

Tyler doesn't have to grow up
to be a killer.

He can be a...
an incredible boy,

an incredible man.

The key... is you.

You are the one

that makes it possible.

I have seen it.

No.

No.

I know what I know.

I know what I feel.

This is a trick.

You are a demon,
and this is a trick.

No, I am no demon.

And there is no trick.

This is a miracle.

This is a second chance,

and they come very rarely.

Look.

I know what you did
in that dump.

But you know what?

No one else does. No one else
in the whole wide world.

Most especially, not your son.

Just you, me and God.

So I guess why I was sent here,
why I'm here is

to tell you none of it matters.

It can all be wiped away
right here, right now,

if you choose it,

if you believe it,

if you can see Tyler for the
incredible boy he really is.

( soft gasp )

Oh...

Oh, my God.

You're an angel, aren't you?

No.

I'm just a woman who knows
about something horrible

and who is willing
to forget about it.

If you're willing.

She looks awfully
comfortable, doesn't she?

( soft chuckle )

House is all locked up.

Ariel finally
turned her light out.

( soft chuckle )

It's like she's slept there
her whole life.

Well, I guess she was
getting a little big

for that crib, wasn't she?

Maybe just a hair.

You ready for bed?

We're lucky, aren't we?

Three amazing kids.

We did all right.

"Did"? As in past tense?

Hmm? As in we're done?

( moans ):
Mm...

The truth is,
I don't know.

What's that expression?

"It ain't over
till it's over "?

( phone ringing )

( Joe groans )

Shh... Hello?

DEVALOS: Allison,
I'm sorry to wake you.

It's okay. What's the matter?

What's... what's up?

I just got a call
from the chief of police.

Sometime around 11:00
this evening,

Marilyn Downey swallowed
two fistfuls of sleeping pills.

She was pronounced dead
about half an hour ago.

No, no.

No, that...
that's, that's wrong.

I had a dream.

He turned out to be
a really great kid,

and she was a big part of that.

He mentioned her...

I, uh...
I don't know what to tell you.

I don't really know
what you're talking about.

Marilyn Downey is dead.

Just thought you'd want to know.

I actually thought
that you'd be relieved.

I mean... ( sighs )

This may be a horrible thing
to say,

but at least the boy
is safe now.

Allison?

It's okay. I-I just thought...

I guess I hoped... that things
would turn out differently.

I guess I'll see you
in the morning.

See you in the morning.

TYLER: In the days leading up
to graduation,

a number of people
have asked me:

"Is there one person
or one event

that has inspired you through
your high school career?"

For me, the person who made
the biggest difference

was my mom.

My dad likes to tell me
how devoted she was to me.

Actually, "obsessed" is the word
he often uses to describe it.

( audience laughs )

We don't talk about it much,
but when I was seven,

a stranger came into my bedroom
and drugged me and shot me

and left me for dead.

I barely remember
the experience,

but, apparently, my mother
was devastated by it

and felt somehow responsible.

( Tyler sighs )

She never forgave herself

and apparently consumed
by guilt and depression,

she took her own life
shortly thereafter.

( sighs )

I do remember how badly
people felt for me,

how concerned everyone was

that I would grow up
without a mother.

But I'm here to tell you
that not a day goes by

that I don't think of her,

not a day goes by...

( sniffles )

that I don't feel her here
with me.

And not a day goes by
that I'm not reminded

of how fleeting life is,

how much it is
that we have to get done

and how important it is
that we do it well.

TYLER:
Thanks, Mom.

I've tried to make you proud.

( applause )