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(thunder)

(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 Haske|'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! - (ripping)

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?

(Siren)

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 licence, please? - I have it right here.

- (banging and muffled scream) - What the hell was that?

(Maddie) 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.

((0375)

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?

(phone rings)

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 ca! At the scene was registered to Jim Gilroy.

State police lifted his prints out of his house. They matched Waterstorfs.

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.

(camera clicking)

- 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.

- (Bigelow) How violent is this fugitive? - He murdered three women in Virginia.

The morticians were unable to satisfactorily reconstruct the bodies.

- (Bigelow) He won't get away from us. - You see this? Scratched on the TV.

What the hell does that mean?

I don't know.

(Gunshot)

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.

Hmm.

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.

(Maddie) 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!

(woman) Happy birthday, sweetie. Make a wish.

(Gilroy) 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 armour-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?

Garrotted. 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.

(phone rings)

- 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.

(thunder)

(barking continues)

What's got into Lottie?

Ah, no idea.

(RPS glass)

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!

(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 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.

(moans)

(Maddie) Dear Angel, [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] 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.

(vehicle approaching)

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?

(Bigelow) Crank it up, Roy! Come on.

It's Jim Gilroy.

(gasps and splutters)

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.

- Do 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.

(outer gate opening)

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 Haske|'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.

(doorbell)

(knocking)

- Yes? - Flowers for Mrs Adeline Travis.

Get back!

- We don't have anything. - You do. You got Maddie's boy.

- (woman) 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. 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.

Aw, 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!

(vehicles approaching)

(megaphone) 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...

(Gunshot)

Shots fired! Shots fired!

(radio) 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.

The Travises send me a picture once in awhile.

I asked them not to tell Angel anything about his 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 wasn't a price my baby should pay.

He'd have just grown up to be another Bobby or another Jim...

another man like my father.

I want a clean life for him.

Least I had a hand in giving him that.

You saved me that day.

Only man in my life that ever did something 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 thinking of Angel.

Praying he ain't thinking of me.

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