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Ricky Myers was our first sin.

We stood in the crowd, but no one

saw us.

No one looked at us.

They thought we were beneath their notice, unimportant.

But we are really above them and beyond

them and invisible to them.

They're blind and stupid and trusting.

They would never think to look at us.

We were 12 years old.

Day one.

The plan has been perfected.

The players have been chosen.

The game begins today.

Can I help you?

Yeah, Agent O'Malley, SBI.

I'm here to see Chief Holt.

I'm Noga.

I'm the deputy around here.

So, what are you here for?

You filling in until they find a replacement

for Leo?

I am the replacement for Leo.

Ain't no way.

Believe it, Noga.

Shouldn't this area be secured?

Against what?

You're not from around here, are you?

Hey, Natalie.

The SBI guy...

Gal is here.

Girl, you are late.

I'm incredibly aware of that.

I called to say I'd be late.

You didn't talk to me.

I didn't know that was necessary.

You are new.

Yes, well...

May I see Chief Holt now?

He is over at the community center.

How do you feel about men in tights?

Cut.

Excellent rehearsal.

We'll see you all back here tomorrow night,

6 p.m. sharp.

Chief.

Chief.

Hi, Chief Holt.

Agent O'Malley.

Call me Mitch.

So, how do I look?

Don't spare my ego.

Have you no pride at all?

I'm so sorry about being so late.

I'm ordinarily very punctual.

Oh, it's not a problem.

What's your name?

Megan.

Mine's Jesse.

I'm five.

I'm a lost boy.

Come on, kid.

Let's go buy some junk food.

Get happy.

Can I keep my costume on?

Sure, kiddo.

I'll see you at home.

Bye, Megan.

Megan.

That's a good Irish name.

So, you're here to take Leo's spot.

Oh, please.

I couldn't help to fill Leo's spot.

I don't eat enough fried food.

Well, Leo didn't know how to pack it

away.

And now they pack Leo away.

I always told him to watch his cholesterol

and stop smoking those damn cigars.

Everybody liked Leo, though.

He was a hell of a guy.

Well, I'm a hell of a cop.

We'll see.

Why don't I come back tomorrow?

I mean, we'll have more time and you'll

have your pants on.

Why don't you wait outside and I'll peel

out of this sausage skin and we grab

something to eat.

All right.

Huh.

Come on, Josh.

Hurry.

Practice at church.

Man, what are you doing that stuff for?

You don't even like church that much.

Ah, it gets me out of the house.

You guys all got rides home?

Yeah, my mom's coming.

All right, if you get cold, the rink's

open and Ollie's in there if you need

him, all right?

See you, coach.

Hey, look, we hide and seek just till

our ride comes.

You won't find me.

One, two, three, four.

We are among you.

We have always been among you.

We are the same as you only.

We have the power and clarity.

We will win.

...with snow.

Is that a kid?

He's been through a windshield.

I'm not even on call tonight.

I have to go pick up Josh.

Where's Craig, anyway?

Dr. Lomax is posing for the single doctor

centerfold.

We can't reach him besides we prefer a

doctor with opposable thumbs.

Okay, what's the status?

We're losing this kid.

Standard ACLS procedure, guys.

Let's get him bagged, get some air into

his lungs.

What's his pulse?

Ollie, Ollie, oxen free!

There's ice all across the road.

Here, look at this.

Water was left on it.

Do you know the people that live in

that house?

Yeah, they're away for the winter.

Nobody home.

How careless.

Pretty tragic.

Great job, guys.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm late to pick up Josh.

Kid's busted up pretty bad, but they say

he's gonna make it.

Good.

Welcome to dear life.

You keep your hands off, Mitch.

I'll get you some menus.

Don't get the wrong idea.

I just like a cherry pie.

And how's your wife feel about her cherry

pie?

Oh, my wife's dead.

God, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Now, they tell me that, uh...

Now, they tell me you're an expert with

behavioral sciences.

You, um...

You specialize in criminal psychology?

That's right.

Do you ever analyze the people you meet?

Sometimes.

Like you, for instance.

What would make a guy like you want

to be chief of police in this little

village?

You strike me as a big city cop.

Am I right?

What city?

Miami.

Miami.

Deer Lake.

Big difference.

Hey, where's Josh?

What do you mean?

I went to pick him up, and he

wasn't there.

Well, all the kids were still at the

rink.

When did you leave?

Quite a while ago.

What's the matter?

Because I was late picking him up.

He's not there.

I can't find him.

It's gonna be all right.

Calm down.

I'm not gonna calm down.

What's wrong?

I can't find Josh.

I went to the ice rink.

He wasn't there.

It's dark.

I know something's happened to him.

What could have happened?

He probably went home with Paul.

No, Wednesday is my day.

It's my day.

So he went home with a buddy.

No, I called everyone.

I drove everywhere.

I can't find him.

Is Josh normally a responsible boy?

Um, I'm sorry.

Who are you?

Oh, Hannah, this is Agent O'Malley.

She's with the S.B.I. She's new.

Does Josh usually call you before he'll go

to a friend's house?

Yes, Josh is a very level-headed kid.

He definitely would have called.

You know, I'm new in town, so I've

never met Josh.

Do you have a picture so I can

see what he looks like?

Uh, sure.

We'll drive over to the ice rink and

take a look around.

He's too...

Hannah, you go home now.

And don't worry.

We'll find Josh.

Go home.

It was good the way you got those

photos.

We'll call it in.

Sheriff's Department, Highway Patrol, and we should canvass

the neighbors.

Now, wait a minute.

I don't want to scare these people.

You shouldn't be scared.

Your son is missing.

This is Deer Lake, O'Malley.

It's not Seattle.

We don't have child abductions here, for God's

sake.

Yeah, well, the people in Zion thought the

same thing, and while they were just standing

around, consoling themselves with that lie, somebody made

off with Frankie Kulo.

Nobody knows if he was abducted.

Leo's final report suggested he got lost in

the woods.

He died of exposure and was devoured.

I read that report.

It was shoddy investigative work, written just to

make everybody feel better.

That boy was killed.

They just haven't found the body yet.

We just don't have crimes like that here.

That's why I came here with Jesse, to

get away from all that.

Well, maybe it found you.

Is this about a missing kid, Chief?

Hennig, Harrison's son, Josh, probably went home with

a buddy.

Listen, Noga, have all your uniforms canvas the

residential area.

Ask the neighbors if they've seen the boy,

if they've seen anything out of the ordinary.

Noga, decide to see if you can round

up Ollie.

I'll be in here in a minute.

Yes, sir.

Agent O'Malley, whose investigation is this?

Yours, and you're screwing it up.

So how diplomatically put?

None of the paper diplomas say they're paid

to consult, advise and investigate.

Well, just as long as you know who's

in charge.

Hi, Ollie.

How's it going?

Hi.

Agent O'Malley, Ollie Swain.

He's the night bat here.

We'd like to ask you a few questions,

if you don't mind, Mr. Swain.

We're trying to find Josh Garrison.

He plays on the sports team.

You know him, don't you?

Yeah.

Aren't you just a little curious why we're

looking for him?

He's missing, I guess.

The cops are here.

That's right, Ollie.

His mom was late coming here to pick

him up.

When she got here, he was gone.

Did you see him leave with anyone?

No, I was busy running the Zamboni.

If Josh had come back in the building

after the other boys left, you'd have noticed,

right?

Did you?

Yeah.

Did you?

No.

Did you go outside, see any strange cars?

No.

No.

I think something happened.

Like what?

The world's a rotten place.

Yeah, well, if you think of anything that

might help us, would you call us, please?

Have you been here all evening, Mr. Swain?

Yeah.

Got anybody that can verify that for you?

Why?

I haven't done anything wrong.

It's just routine.

Oh.

Thanks for your help, Ollie.

So, you're interrogating him because he's weird, the

guy with the glass eye?

No, it was something he said.

The world's a rotten place, like he's justifying

the event itself.

What event?

Nothing's happened.

Look, Ollie's harmless.

He sweeps up, he smooths out the ice.

This is a family place.

Chief!

Chief.

What is it?

You better come see.

All is

managed.

What do you think?

It suggests premeditation and a seriously disturbed mind.

It's not a ransom note.

It's pre-agreed.

No, why isn't there a ransom note?

What does he want?

Is he a child molester?

A killer?

A drifter?

Or does the guy prowl the interstate, pull

off whenever the mood or opportunity strikes to

grab a kid?

Or is he homegrown?

Hannell, he'll be home soon.

He's probably out playing somewhere.

Want me to hold Lily?

No, it's okay.

It would be a good idea to eat

something, Hannell.

Your blood sugar will be falling.

No.

No, no, don't kill me, please, don't kill

me.

No.

Josh has been abducted.

Hannell, we'll find him.

I promise you.

Hannell, why isn't Gizmo in the backyard where

he belongs?

It's Josh's responsibility.

You look terrible.

Where have you been?

I've been trying to find you.

What happened?

What's wrong?

Josh is missing.

Missing?

What do you mean, missing?

There was an accident on Country Road.

E.R. was insane, and I was late

picking him up.

You forgot him?

Paul.

Josh has been abducted.

Abducted?

There's been a mistake.

Mr. Garrison, have you noticed any strangers in

the neighborhood?

Cars that could be considered out of the

ordinary?

Or has Josh said anything about someone maybe

following him around school or on the streets?

Usually at work, he didn't say anything to

me.

Would he have called anyone else?

If he couldn't reach me, he would call

Paul.

He didn't call me.

You must be cold.

I just had on a light jacket this

morning.

What color was it?

It was a dark blue with an orange

trim, and there was a white rabbit's foot

on the zipper.

You must be wondering why I didn't pick

him up.

He's still alive, isn't he?

We're going to set up an S.B

.I. agent here to record all your phone

calls and help protect your home and your

privacy.

I don't want any strangers in my house.

I want you both to know that we're

mobilizing a search party.

We'll have the highway patrol, sheriff's department, officers

from all the neighboring towns.

I want to help with the search.

Can I help?

Do you need anything?

I've got lanterns and flashlights.

Well, why don't you show me, Paul?

I'm going to head on over to the

ice rink and try to get them all

organized.

Paul.

Paul, I know what you're going through, but...

Hannah needs your support.

Why wasn't she there?

Why didn't she pick him up?

Bring whatever equipment you want.

I'll meet you at the ice rink.

Paul.

Paul.

Bring some of Josh's clothes.

We're going to need them for the dogs

to sit.

First on the scene as big city horror

strikes the heart of this small town, this

is Paige Price, KDL-7.

Police!

Chief Holmes is not here right now.

He is with the family of the missing

boy.

In his absence, I am going to organize

you into groups so that we can continue

on with this search.

Dylan Cox.

I want you in three teams of two

going door to door.

The boy was last seen in a blue

jacket with orange trim.

If anyone has seen anything, I want a

sheriff's deputy.

I want you to divide.

I'll direct my own men if you don't

mind, Miss O'Malley.

That's Agent O'Malley, Sheriff.

What did they do, run out of men

in Seattle?

No, they decided on a real novel idea

and sent the most qualified person.

Russ.

This is Agent O'Malley.

The SBI.

She's going to coordinate between us and the

state police.

Sheo was a hell of a guy.

Yeah, well, he's dead now.

We got a job to do.

Mitch, I got the house.

You got any of the kids' clothes?

You know, I really should be doing the

door to door.

All the folks know me.

What was the kid's name again?

Josh.

Josh Garrison.

I want my deputies into the woods.

We do a complete sweep.

You check every plowed road, every outbuilding.

If you find anything, you report to me.

Your men find anything, you report to me

before your press interview.

You got it?

It's going to be a long night.

Uh, Mr. Garrison, can you tell us when

the last time you saw your boy was?

Fearless and panicked.

Predictable and pathetic.

We watch, amused by their pointless urgency, going

nowhere, grasping in the dark, finding nothing but

their own fear.

And we have Josh.

Where we've had all the others.

Oh.

I must have fallen asleep.

I'm sorry I'm so late, Carrie.

Is everything all right with Jessie?

Oh, she waited for you a long time.

She was kind of afraid.

Um, did you find Josh?

No, we didn't.

Oh.

Carrie, um, did Jessie see any of the

news?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I was watching the news about Josh, and

when I turned around, she was just staring

at the TV.

Well, um, thanks for staying the night.

Yeah.

Listen, Carrie, I may have to ask you

to spend nights with Jessie just until we

find Josh.

You know, she missed you a lot.

Oh, she drew a picture of you.

It's in on the refrigerator.

My dad's a policeman.

Policemen help people and protect them from bad

guys.

He's gonna tell you all about it.

Thanks, Billy.

Well, it's a real pleasure to be here

today to talk to you young kids.

Well, Billy's right.

What I do is to protect and serve.

I've been a policeman for ten years.

Kid's dead.

Let's get him back in downtown.

What's the hurry?

Kid's dead.

Oh, please.

Agent O'Malley.

This is the local company, Agent O'Malley.

We're getting tech to meet your implements.

You're welcome.

And what's your name?

Day two.

We watch and laugh.

The volunteers pray and pin themselves with the

ribbons and pass out posters thinking they can

make a difference.

Fools.

Only we can make a difference.

Director De Palma.

I didn't know you were coming.

I came with Marty Wilhelm.

I thought you could use a little help.

I don't need his help.

I can bring this boy home.

I don't think anyone has ever accused you

of being shy, Agent O'Malley.

When Leo Kozlowski's face was still plopped down

in his plate of Swedish meatballs and his

glass cigar still smoldering in his fingers when

you started typing up a memo recommending yourself

as his replacement.

I observed a moment of silence.

Megan, in spite of our...

personality conflicts, political differences, whatever, I respect your

abilities.

I admire you as a person.

I think you know that.

But I am going with Marty on this

one.

My file indicates I have more investigative experience,

more class time, and a better arrest record.

I finished the agent's course at the FBI

Academy.

I can shoot the tail off a rat

from 200 yards.

If you replace me on this case for

no other reason than the fact that I

have breaths, you'll hear me yelping all the

way down to the city desk at the

Seattle Tribune.

Are you blackmailing me?

I want this case, Bruce.

I deserve it.

Now, if I screw up, then yank me,

but at least give me the chance to

try.

Sir.

Don't screw up.

You guys can sleep?

Who needs sleep when you can take a

nice cold shower?

I haven't turned my utilities on yet.

So I shaved my legs like a camping

lantern, fed my cat, movers came at dawn.

How about you?

Well, I have a dog, hot water, and

I like my legs hairy.

Thank you very much.

I did a computer search.

Four and a half pages of known pedophiles

within 100-mile radius.

Oh, what are we coming to?

This is Josh.

He's a nice kid.

I know him.

Many of you have boys just like him.

He loves sports and playing with his dog.

Most of you know his mother, Dr. Hannah

Garrison, and his father, Paul.

Now, they want their boy back, and we're

gonna do that.

Excuse me.

Father Tom, you scared me half to death.

I thought it would be better if I

came in this way.

There were an awful lot of people watching

your front door.

Yeah.

And I have a house full of women

who don't know what to do except stare

and say, Thank God they're not me.

If you need to be alone, I...

No, no, don't go.

I don't want to be alone.

I just want my son back.

Oh.

I just want him back.

They'll find him.

You have to believe that, Hannah.

You have to have faith.

Oh, I had faith that this would never

happen.

I'm all out of faith.

He was just a little boy.

How could God let this happen?

I asked myself that question at church, and

I...

I didn't get any answer.

The world is not a just place, Hannah.

If I'd been there to pick him up,

he'd be with us now.

No.

I know that.

If it's anybody's fault, it's mine.

He was on his way to altar boy

practice at my church.

When he was late, I should have called

you immediately.

Why don't you stay for supper?

I would love to.

Good.

Because on the menu, we have a...

a variation on the miracle of the loaves

and fishes.

What's that?

The miracle of a tuna casserole.

Oh.

I'm sure there isn't a can of tuna

left in the Fort County area.

Yeah.

I had

a little sorrow born of a little sin,

the sins of the Father.

Josh's.

He carried it everywhere.

He lost it.

When?

Months ago.

He was frantic, I remember, because we nearly

tore the house apart trying to find it.

Didn't he think that he lost it at

the church?

Yes, I remember.

We searched the room where we hold altar

boy practice.

Can I keep it?

I'm sorry, Hannah, but we need it for

evidence.

I have to take it.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

He was so close, he tossed it to

us like a bone.

Son of a bitch.

Just plunked it right there on the hood

of my car.

Here, dumbass, get a clue.

Sins of the Father.

What does he mean by that?

I had a little sorrow born of a

little sin.

Does that mean anything to you?

It's a game with him.

It's the way his mind works.

He's taunting us.

Marty, you're in charge of chopper runs, right?

Yeah.

Oh, I got the, uh, infrared equipment for

night work.

I can pick up any heat from below,

including the woods.

Glad to have you with us, Marty.

We can use someone with your experience.

Your notebook is Josh's.

We've missed him for months.

If the abductor's had it all this time,

if he's the one that actually took it,

we're talking about a crime with an incredible

amount of premeditation.

What are you saying?

That, uh, he waited months, knowing all along

he wanted to take this particular kid?

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

It's like an unseen hand reached down, snatched

him off the face of the earth.

Working from your profile on this guy, what

are Josh's chances?

Well, as long as he's willing to play

the game, I think Josh is alive.

That's the good news.

The bad news is, once this abductor gets

tired of the game, he turns his attention

to the captive.

In the next few days, the odds of

finding Josh alive go down to near zero.

What kind of creep are we looking for?

I think it's safe to assume we're looking

for a loner, a sociopath.

Sociopath?

Is that like a psychopath?

He doesn't look any different from any of

us, but inside, he is nothing like us.

In his head, it's like...

like drifting snow.

You're looking for the type of guy that

if his mother died and was laid out

at the funeral, he'd have to mimic the

faces of everyone around him, so he would

appear to be sad, because inside, he's feeling

nothing.

What we need is old-fashioned, hard police

work.

We already have 150 phone calls of tips

and sightings.

Chris Priest has computers set up at the

old schoolhouse.

He said he'd lend them and some grad

students.

Maybe we can run the calls and the

sightings through the computers.

Okay, that's it.

All of my search team is gonna have

a little dinner, and then we'll be back

out.

Why don't we go over to the old

schoolhouse, take a look at those computers?

Oh, good.

Hi, Mitch.

Glad you're here.

I want to show you something.

Chris, I'd like you to meet Megan O'Malley.

She's from the State Bureau of Investigation.

Hi.

Heard a lot about you.

You're at the top of the town.

So, what is this old schoolhouse used for

now?

We run a juvenile offender program here.

We're working with the kids in the county

who are runaways or in trouble.

I want to show you something.

With this scanner, we were able to create

a high-grade computer image of Josh, which

we transmitted electronically to computers all over the

country.

People printed off those computers onto more flyers.

Mitch, we can put everything on this case

in the computers.

We can cross-reference.

We can do whatever you need.

I've got my students, and I've got a

room full of hardware.

We've already had 150 calls with tips and

sightings.

I just don't have the manpower to handle

that kind of thing.

We can take care of this, Mitch.

Really.

This is really great, Chris.

It's just great.

Well, a boy's been taken from us.

This town is up in arms, Mitch.

You know that.

And if we can help, we'll do whatever

it takes.

I could sure use some food and a

bed.

Well, I can offer you the first.

You're on your own for the bed.

How's Jessie?

She's scared by all this.

I admire you.

Raising a child alone is a burden a

lot of men wouldn't want.

Yeah, well, there are a lot of men

who shouldn't be fathers.

Ain't that a fact.

Your dad was a cop.

Yeah, 42 years in the blue.

Got his sergeant stripes and never went any

higher.

Never wanted to.

He said all real cop work is done

in the trenches.

Knee-deep in mud and blood.

Know any brothers and sisters?

Hmm.

Grew up on my own.

Looks like you're really following in your father's

footsteps in this one.

Yeah, well, no, I really don't want to

talk about him anymore.

I like the job.

It suits me.

What's that perfume you're wearing?

I'm not wearing any.

You know, I never had this problem with

Leo.

Then I never wanted to kiss Leo.

We have a witness.

She saw Josh being taken.

I just got back tonight, and I called

as soon as I heard.

Oh, God.

That poor kid.

And Hannah, she must be going crazy.

Are you sure it was Josh?

Yes, I'm sure.

He was wearing a stocking cap.

But I knew it was Josh.

That image stays in my mind.

Nothing but darkness all around, and just this

one boy all alone.

And then the van came for him.

I remember a van.

Do you remember what color it was?

Was it light colored or dark?

Light.

Tan or gray or maybe dirty white.

Was it a new van?

No.

Scuzzy.

Older.

Do you think he'd recognize it if he

saw it again?

Oh, I can't be sure.

It was night, and I can't tell for

sure.

We'll drive around and see if we can

find a van that looks like the one

she saw.

I'm gonna get under the station.

Check out that listing of known child predators.

If any of them own a light-colored,

scuzzy van.

We got ourself a suspect.

Ollie, hi.

Megan O'Malley.

We met.

SBI?

What do you want?

Just to talk.

I have a few questions you might be

able to answer for me.

Questions about what?

Different things.

Can I come in?

It's really cold out here.

Nice cozy place you got here, Ollie.

Where'd you get all these computers?

Professor Christopher Priest.

Businesses give them to the college.

What do you do on them?

Stuff.

On the Internet.

I go into chat rooms.

We share.

I got some questions I want to ask

you about last night, Ollie.

You haven't found that boy.

Someone thinks they saw Josh get in a

van.

Looks just like yours.

Anybody borrow your van last night, Ollie?

No.

Maybe somebody borrowed it and didn't tell you.

No.

How do you know that?

You were in the ice rink, right?

Running the Zamboni?

Maybe somebody borrowed it and didn't let you

know.

No.

Tell you what.

Just be on the safe side.

Let's go take a look at your van,

okay?

You feel like showing me?

You don't have a search warrant.

Should I get one, Ollie?

I don't know anything!

I didn't do anything.

Then you don't have anything to hide.

I don't have anything to hide.

I'll get the keys.

Meet me outside.

I'm going out back.

I'll come with you.

No.

I don't let anybody back here.

No one in the rink has seen Ollie

since last night.

Even if we did have a positive ID

from Helen on the vehicle, we still don't

have grounds for a warrant.

Given the fact that he ran from me,

he's not exactly going to give consent.

That is, if and when we find him.

Was it blood?

Are you sure?

It was dark.

I was using a flashlight looking through that

window.

Megan, was it blood?

Yeah, it was blood.

I'm pretty sure of it.

Well, I say we tow the van, spray

it with luminol.

If it's blood, we get a blood type.

If it matches Josh's, we nail the son

of a bitch.

Too many ifs.

We can't just seize and search the van.

You know that.

We don't have any solid evidence against Ollie.

Well, he ran from you.

You saw dried blood on the carpet.

That's the van.

We don't have enough proof.

Even if we did find Ollie, and even

if he did consent to a search of

his van, and we found anything, the judge

would just throw it out.

Consent given under duress.

Ollie goes free.

We could impound the van on the grounds

that overnight parking is technically not permitted in

the ice rink lot.

Once we've impounded the van, we do an

inventory of the contents.

If we find anything suspicious, then we have

probable cause to ask for a warrant.

Sounds like a plan.

All right.

Paul?

This morning, before school.

Paul, I need to talk about Josh.

Anna, please.

I'm trying to watch this, okay?

God, what's happened to us?

Well, Doc, our son has been abducted, remember?

The boy you left waiting in the dark.

So cruel.

Anna, please.

When was it exactly that you bailed on

us?

I bailed on you?

I grew up in this town.

You know what they call me?

They call me the doctor's husband!

I didn't ask to come to this town.

You wanted to come back home.

I was perfectly happy practicing in the city.

Just like everybody else in this town.

You forgot about me.

We have a seven-month-old baby, if

you don't remember.

I was kind of busy being a mother

and a doctor.

Baby was your idea.

I didn't want more kids.

Remember?

I used to think that your boyishness was

charming.

Now I see that you're just a little

boy.

We're out of time for this right now.

Our marriage can fall apart later, okay?

I'll be on the cell phone.

Please stay with us.

This is live-action coverage of the tragic

story of the missing boy, Josh Garrison.

He sprayed the van with luminol.

It's blood.

It's human.

It's gonna take a while to get the

DNA work up.

What's the good news?

We vacuumed for fibers.

We got a match at Josh's clothes.

And the catch?

Ollie drove the team to a way game,

so there's probably fibers from at least 20

kids in there.

So we have nothing on Ollie Swain.

If I went to the judge right now

to try to get a warrant for his

arrest, he'd probably laugh me right out of

chambers.

So any trace of Ollie yet?

No.

Not yet.

You can't blame yourself, Paul.

If I'd just answered the phone, I would

have picked up Josh.

It wasn't your turn to pick him up.

It was Hannah's.

You and I lied right here on this

couch.

I heard the phone ring.

I could hear the machine picking up.

Maybe you should go.

I need to be alone right now.

Just one?

I just want to give you some comfort.

Dad, Mom's late and I want to go

home.

Mom's late and I want to go home.

Can you come get me from hockey?

Mom's late and I want to go home.

Any news?

No, I'm sorry.

I might have a lead, though.

I'd like to talk to you and your

husband.

Paul is out on the ground search.

I can understand how that could make him

feel more useful.

He wants to be where the television cameras

can catch the grieving father in action.

This must be very hard on both of

you.

You're not exactly catching us at our best.

In my line of work, I rarely catch

people at their best.

I outmine neither.

I'm always the one to comfort the victims.

I'm not used to being on the other

side.

I don't really know what's expected of me.

Don't worry about what's expected of you.

Just concentrate on getting through this any way

you can.

Okay, I'm ready.

Tell me what you've got.

Someone thinks they saw Josh get in a

light-colored van.

Older model, rusty.

Now, we're checking into Ollie Swain's van, but

I was just wondering if you knew anybody

with a van of that description.

A lot of people in town have vans.

I mean, even Paul used to have an

old clunker when he was going through his

manly hunter phase.

When was this?

Four or five years ago.

I think he sold it to some local

guy.

Do you remember who?

No, I'm...

Are you thinking that it's the same van?

We can't rule it out.

My God.

Will they find Josh?

We don't think so.

Thanks for coming.

Hannah tells me there's a break in the

case.

It's possible.

Can I ask you a few questions?

Sure.

Well, we're looking for a van.

I understand you sold a van a few

years ago.

Do you remember who the buyer was?

Oh, I don't know.

That was a long time ago.

I put an ad in the paper.

Someone answered it.

And do you have any record of who?

No, it was just some guy.

Paid cash, took the van and left.

It's a piece of junk.

I was glad to get rid of it.

Why are you asking me about my van?

Well, an eyewitness thinks they saw Josh get

into an off-white van the night he

was abducted.

I checked, and your van was off-white.

My son's been abducted, and you have the

gall to stand here and accuse me of

taking him?

Mr. Garrison, I'm not accusing you of anything.

I apologize if it sounds that way.

I'm just checking all the vans in town.

No, I'll tell you how it sounds.

It sounds to me like you don't know

how to find my son, and you're doing

whatever you can to cover your ass.

That's how it sounds to me.

Mr. Garrison.

Agent O'Malley, does the S.B.I. really

consider Paul Garrison, Josh's father, a suspect?

Agent O'Malley.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking of doing my job.

Don't you think the man has gone through

enough already?

For God's sakes, Mitch!

I was seeking information that would prove pertinent

to his son's abduction.

Don't you find it just a little odd

that he would be angry at me for

that?

What is he hiding?

What's that supposed to mean?

He wouldn't even look me in the eye.

My gut feeling says that he is holding

something back.

Afternoon paper.

Bruce, this is a hatchet job.

Did you do that?

Did you question that boy's father in front

of witnesses?

Yes.

I'm replacing you with Marty Wilhelm.

What?

You can't...

When?

Effective immediately.

He's out in the hall.

You can't do this to me.

Listen, my badge says special agent in charge.

And do you know what that means, Agent

O'Malley?

That means that I decide how we will

handle this investigation.

You're out!

Make it.

Agent DiPalma, Paige Price.

I understand that there's been some more new

developments in the case.

Can you tell us what's happened?

Well, Miss Price, we're determined to bring this

case to a swift conclusion.

So we've brought in Martin Wilhelm, who's one

of our more veteran agents.

Does that mean that Agent O'Malley will be

replaced?

No, not in the least.

She's gonna stay on in an advisory capacity.

We're just adding another man to the team.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Megan knows more about this case than anyone.

I read her reports, Mitch.

I don't agree.

Now, for the last 48 hours, she's had

me going in circles in the chapel with

heat-sensing equipment.

Dead bodies don't give off heat.

We've wasted a lot of time.

Are you saying that Josh is dead?

No more questions, Miss Price.

Well, look at the good side.

At least we don't have to unpack.

This collar moves back.

Your job is to get rid of this

migraine.

Hello.

The game is growing dull.

O'Malley, is that you?

Time to up the ante.

Not good enough to leave a note.

The pastor's got to nail it into his

dead body.

Better know if Marty was already dead when

they drove that spike into him.

I don't think so.

Look at that watermark.

The game will go.

Therefore, every agent you send to replace our

true opponent, Agent Megan O'Malley, will be returned

to you with our blessing.

We like the clever girl, Megan.

She makes the game fun.

She wants to win.

She's like us.

We want to play with her.

Megan?

Megan?

Megan, we need you.

Migraine, go away.

This town, in fact the entire state, is

in a panic.

There are citizens here who are afraid to

come out of their own homes.

Do you have anything to say to these

people about the recent death of Agent Wilhelm?

We share in the sorrow of the tragic

murder of a fellow S.B.I. agent.

However, we must not panic.

We should join together and try to find

the person or persons who have done this

heinous crime.

Why has he been put back on this

case?

And why won't the police release details about

the note rumored to be found on Agent

Wilhelm's body?

I will confirm the existence of a note.

However, the contents of that note shall remain

confidential so that we may confirm more quickly

the guilt or innocence of any suspects that

we apprehend.

I've learned through my sources, through the case,

that the paper used for the note contained

a very distinct watermark, a sea serpent.

Now, is this true?

And have you located where the paper was

purchased?

We have thus far been unable to locate

the source of the paper, but I'm confident

that we will.

Please, now, let us do our job.

We'll keep you informed of any further developments.

And a reminder, the candlelight vigil for Josh

will begin on Main Street in one hour.

I've got to get the hell out of

here.

I would assume, as we have any further

information...

Hey, what's

up, princess?

Keep looking at the faces, you know?

Thinking that maybe one of these people knows

where Josh is.

We'll just keep looking at him.

I'll do the saying.

Hey, come for a walk with me.

I've been stealing it for a while.

Can we go down?

Mitch.

Hi.

Can I get a word with you?

Oh, God, Paige, don't you have any limits

at all?

Oh, that hurtin' compassionate look, huh?

You got that honed to perfection.

Tell me something, you gonna splice that into

your reaction shot later?

Mitch, this very moving vigil is a big

part of this American town's capacity to rally

around...

All right, now, cut the crap.

You want anything about that watermark in our

police report?

Mitch, you know I can't tell you my

sources.

That was confidential police information.

That's gonna make it a lot harder for

us to find the abductor and a lot

harder to find Josh.

Mitch, please, let's not argue.

I wanted for us to be friends.

I wanted to have dinner, maybe sit down,

relax, talk, bare our souls.

While we're baring our souls, I was supposed

to feed you tidbits about the case?

What could be more than dinner?

I've had more than dinner with you, Paige.

Once is enough.

Now I'm gonna find whoever it was that

leaked that information, I'm gonna break his nose,

and then I'm gonna get mean.

Can I help you?

I don't think so.

I just came to...

I don't know why I came.

I'm sorry, Father.

Megan O'Malley, State Bureau of Investigation.

I'm Deacon Fletcher.

Father McCoy is at the vigil.

Suffer the little children to come unto me,

and do not hinder them, for to such

belongs the kingdom of heaven.

Josh isn't dead.

Not that I'm aware of.

Do you know something I don't?

We've been praying for Josh.

I don't remember seeing you at the service.

No, no, I wasn't one of the faithful.

I was one of the cops out searching

in the cold.

His fate is in the hands of God,

and we must have faith that God will

bring him home.

Well, Deacon, I've been a cop for ten

years.

I trust God about as far as I

can throw him.

Father McCoy has more forgiveness in his heart

for such talk.

Come back and talk to him.

Day five.

Take a perfect family.

Tear it all apart.

We hold the pieces.

We hold the power.

Um, this is Paige.

Look, I'm sorry that the Tribune picked up

on my story.

Could we start fresh and talk?

Um, you're big news now, and I think

I can get you some good PR.

When pigs fly.

Agent O'Malley, this is Flora, NC State Bureau

of Investigation, uh, downtown Olympia.

I just wanted to let you know, uh,

we're trying to get a mail that came

here for you in the overnight house.

You feel that you can't see, I see.

Listen, I got a hit on your finger.

Yes, do.

Agent O'Malley, tell me a story.

Hey, sorry it took so long for the

search, but we couldn't get a match on

the prints in your area.

We had to enlarge the parameters of the

search.

We got a hit in Boise, Idaho.

You ready?

You don't know how ready.

Ollie Swain's a convicted pedophile.

What?

I ran a check on him myself.

I got nothing.

Yeah, well, that's because he has a valid

driver's license and his assumed name.

No record.

He wouldn't show up in the criminal history

database if you need prints.

Why the hell did you get the prints?

An opportunity presented itself.

I ran him as a non-suspect.

I felt sure he was an ex-con.

Well, what made you think that?

Prison tattoos.

On his wrist, under his cuff.

Thorns and tears.

Well, I never saw any tattoos.

He always wore gloves at the ice rink.

Yeah, well, he wasn't wearing gloves at his

house.

I got lucky.

Convicted pedophile.

Wow.

Working with children in my town.

Chief, they found Ollie.

Where?

Out at the old schoolhouse.

They're bringing him in.

Megan.

Luck had nothing to do with it.

You're an exceptional cop.

Thanks, Chief.

Damn it.

How the hell did she find out Ollie

was being brought in?

Mr. Swain, the police believe that your van

was used to abduct Josh Garrison.

Fibers from his clothes were found, as well

as his blood.

Do you have any knowledge of Josh's whereabouts?

Why is it me?

If you've done anything with Josh, you're gonna

wish you were never born.

I already do.

Sheriff Steiger, how did you zero in on

this suspect?

It's old-fashioned police work.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Bob?

Chief Holt?

Chief Holt, do you have any comment?

Get that out of my face.

How did you know we were bringing in

Ollie Swain?

I am just doing my job.

And you're harassing a witness.

I did not abduct Josh Garrison, and I

will not be responsible for anything that happens

to him.

You just don't get it, do you?

Now, this is not about you.

You're nobody.

You, your job, your station.

They don't mean squat.

This is about a little boy who should

be home tonight listening to bedtime stories and

a mother and father who lost their son.

It's not about ratings.

Now, get the hell out of here.

Did you get all that?

If I hurry, we can have a story

done by 10.

It's the other way.

Let's go.

Don't let's roast this little one.

I say we go in and rattle this

bastard's cage.

He'll give us what we want.

You want to beat it out of him,

or what?

If you brutalize him, he'll never lead us

to Josh.

Officer, Ollie Swain lives within the city limits

of Deer Lake.

This is a police matter.

It's out of your jurisdiction, Stiger.

No, this is a multi-jurisdictional investigation.

I'm in on nailing this creep.

I caught him.

Caught him?

One of your deputies found Ollie hiding under

the old schoolhouse steps.

He was curled up like a scared animal.

Now, you're not going in that room.

You can watch through the glass.

You can't do this to me!

All right, now, I'm gonna ask you one

more time, Ollie, and I want you to

think really hard.

Now, you can be the one to save

Josh here.

You can be the hero.

Tell us what you did with him, Ollie.

Where's Josh?

It wasn't me.

Ollie, we found the pictures of the naked

boys on your computer.

The stains in the back of the van

are of blood.

Is it Josh's blood?

You know who took Josh, don't you, Ollie?

He used your van.

Did you let him, or did you just

take it?

Come on, now, Ollie.

Help us out here.

Come on.

Help us.

I can't tell you.

I want...

I want to talk to a lawyer.

I guess you couldn't get the little turd

to roll over, huh?

Those pictures on his computer, how bad were

they?

Were they just naked kids, or was there

sex involved?

How did Paige Price find out about the

watermarks on that note?

That was never made public.

Don't you think it was kind of an

odd coincidence that she showed up at exactly

the same time you brought Ollie in?

Well, there's no leak in the sheriff's department,

I can tell you that.

Maybe you better talk to that agent you're

helping.

You are sworn to protect and serve the

people of this county, not to sell them

to the highest bidder.

Now, she screwed you for that information, didn't

she?

You jeopardized this case.

You jeopardized Josh.

You don't believe he's alive any more than

I do.

The kid is dead.

The kid's dead.

His name is...

His name is Josh.

And we're the only hope he's got.

Although Ollie Swain has not been formally charged

with the abduction of Josh Garrison, he's being

held at Deer Lake Community Jail on parole

violations in the state of Washington.

Here with us today is Dr. Garrett Wright,

head of the psychology department at Redstone State

College.

Dr. Wright, what can you tell us about

the mind of the child predator?

Pedophiles like Ollie Swain tend to come from

abusive home situations themselves and have strong unmet

needs for personal warmth.

Are you saying that we should feel sorry

for someone like Swain?

I'm merely stating the facts.

In fact, we can say for certain that

the person who abducted Josh is a pedophile.

We could be dealing with a very different

sort of mind altogether, one far more dangerous.

Such as?

The pure sociopath.

Certainly no one at Deer Lake has more

reason to feel outraged at the discovery of

a convicted child predator than Paul Garrison, Josh's

father.

Again, our hearts go out to you and

your wife, Dr. Hannah Garrison.

Paul?

Paul?

Can you tell us what you're feeling at

this moment?

I just have one thing to say.

I am sick and tired of turning on

the evening news to hear another story about

a child being raped or murdered or abducted.

This has got to stop.

We have got to put an end to

the madness.

I don't know what kind of a country

we live in here where children are being

abducted.

I'm not

going to do you any good, Hannah.

I need to see him.

I'm telling you, I'm not going to get

you what you want.

I have to try.

Ollie?

I'm Hannah Garrison, Josh's mother.

I know my son is alive.

I've seen him.

Tell me what you did with him.

Please, whatever you know, just tell me.

I need my son back.

You had a mother once, didn't you?

Think of her.

Think of what she would have done if

she lost you.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't me.

But you know who took him!

You know, I know, you know!

It wasn't me.

It was them.

I'm scared.

Oh I'm scared that the No one's gonna

take you, sweetheart.

But somebody took Josh.

Gary says it happens every day.

Not where we live, it doesn't.

But they took Josh, and he's a big

kid, and I'm just little.

No one's gonna take you, Jess.

I won't let that happen.

It happened to Billy and Mommy.

Hello?

Hello?

It's you, isn't it?

Okay, tell me how you want to play

the game.

You want me to go first?

Okay, my move.

They think Ollie acted alone.

You and I both know he didn't.

He's not smart enough.

But you...

You're brilliant.

You used Ollie perfectly.

But now I have him, and eventually he'll

tell me everything I want to know, and

then I'll find you.

Ah, it's you.

Come on in.

Did you drop by on Leo after midnight?

No.

I was...

I was dropping by.

I saw your light.

They looked to me to save him.

They don't realize the truth.

This has happened before.

In Miami.

What do you mean?

I had a son.

Billy.

He was six.

And he'd just learned how to ride a

bike by himself.

He was...

still a little wobbly.

We needed some...

some milk and some bread.

And...

my wife took Billy to the store.

They were in the wrong place at the

wrong time.

I heard the call on the radio.

But even before I...

even before I saw Claire's car, I knew.

I just knew.

They took him to a cabin.

When he got tired of them, he just...

butchered them like they were nothing.

I still see him lying there...

on this dirty linoleum floor, all bloody.

Her body's...

all twisted into odd shapes like dolls...

been cast aside.

Claire was still reaching out for Billy.

He was such a little life.

Lost angels.

Police.

He knew.

He died knowing we used his van to

take Josh.

The police are fools.

They stepped on a slug and called it

a villain...

and the desperate rushed blankly to embrace their

ignorance.

And the doctor is no god, just another

helpless woman.

The illusion of power...

gone.

Anna?

Karen, I, uh...

didn't know that you were coming over today.

Well, Garrett had to do another interview.

I suggest I come over and see if

you needed any help.

People just try to be good neighbors, Anna.

Anna Garrison.

Mom?

I want to come home.

Josh?

Honey?

Where are you?

I want to...

Josh?

Josh, talk to me!

Josh, honey, where are you?

Talk to me.

All scenarios have been mapped out.

All possible moves have been considered.

We have planned for all contingencies.

The game is ours.

The suffering is theirs.

Deserving victims of the perfect crime.

Mom?

At approximately 3 a.m. this morning...

Leslie Allen Sewick, a.k.a. Ollie Swain...

was found in his cell in the city

jail...

dead from self-inflicted injuries.

Excuse me, how do we know the wounds

were self-inflicted?

Wasn't he being watched?

Mr. Sewick was not considered a suicide risk.

He exhibited no behavior that would have led

us to believe...

that he was a danger to himself.

I'm not at liberty to divulge the exact

details of his death.

Have you established that he was indeed the

abductor?

We've been waiting for lab reports...

from the State Bureau of Investigation.

And when will those reports be in?

The tests on Mr. Sewick's van were given

priority status.

The tests did come in today.

The hair, blood, and fiber samples found in

the van...

were almost certainly from Josh Garrison.

This would seem to establish...

that Mr. Sewick's van was used in the

abduction.

My sources tell me that Dr. Garrison received

a phone call...

from Josh, which you have not yet revealed.

Is Josh alive?

There was a phone call.

We, however, have not been able to determine...

so far if that phone call was recorded...

or if it was really Josh.

Agent O'Malley, can you tell us your whereabouts...

when you received word of Leslie Sewick's demise?

I was at my home.

Alone?

I failed to see the relevance of that

question, Ms. Price.

Agent O'Malley, I believe that the...

Your answer may be relevant to the people

of Deer Lake.

Isn't it true that at 3 a.m.

when your prime suspect...

was committing suicide, that you were with Chief

Holt?

Haven't you done enough damage to this investigation

as it is...

without now trying to divert the focus of

this press conference...

away from the case and the fate of

Josh Garrison...

and onto yourself?

I am not diverting the focus onto myself,

Agent O'Malley.

I'm diverting it onto you.

You are drawing the attention of your peers...

by implying some imagined impropriety...

to which only you are privy.

Maybe you think this will get you a

big job on the Seattle News...

but I've got to tell you, it doesn't

cut much ice with me.

Now, does anyone have a question germane to

begin with?

Oh, why won't you answer my question?

Excuse me, why won't you answer my question,

Agent O'Malley?

What is it that you're afraid of?

I'm afraid I'm going to lose my temper.

Because not only is your line of questioning

irrelevant...

but the answer is none of your damn

business.

Well, at 3 a.m. when your prime

suspect...

in an unsolved child abduction was committing suicide...

depriving authorities of any information...

that they may have had about the abduction...

you were reportedly in your home with Chief

Holt...

with the lights off.

If your priority is not with this case,

Agent O'Malley...

then the public has a right to know.

The public has a right to know that

every cop on this case...

has been working virtually around the clock trying

to find Josh...

to just get one good lead on the

piece of human garbage who stole him.

They also have a right to know that

your job hinges on ratings...

and ratings hinge on sensationalism.

They do not, however, have the right to

follow me...

after I've spent 18 hours on the job.

Next question.

Now, don't let her get to you.

She's a...

She's a mercenary ice princess.

Everything you said over there is true.

It isn't any of your business.

How is this supposed to work, Mitch?

I mean, really?

You think I want to ruin my career

by sleeping with you?

It's not worth it.

Well, I thought maybe we might take a

chance on each other.

But not you, no.

You're too busy playing tough guy cop.

What, are you my shrink now?

Oh, God, I really know how to pick

them.

Biggest case of my life when I screwed

the chief of police.

All right.

So maybe we didn't think this thing through

all the way.

But it happened.

And it was great.

I'm too stupid for words.

I'm too stupid to live.

I should die of idiocy.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

DMV background check on Ali's van.

Previous owner.

Paul Garrison?

Josh's father.

Think he's still got the keys?

Let's bring him in and find out.

That S.B.I. bitch had the nerve

to call me down here in the middle

of the...

Anything you have to say about the case,

you can say in front of Agent O'Malley.

Yeah.

I hear the two of you are pretty

tight.

It's nice to know something is being accomplished

with all your overtime.

I think you have a few more important

things to worry about.

Your failing memory, for instance.

My what?

You have a little something to clear up

about that van you used to have?

That again.

You know, I don't believe this.

You two managed to kill the one suspect

we have.

Ali killed himself.

Or we'd be able to ask him these

questions.

What is that supposed to mean?

Paul?

Why didn't you tell us you sold the

van to Ellis Wayne?

I said I didn't remember who bought it.

I think I would remember if it was

him.

Funny, that's the same thing I said.

You'd think you'd remember selling it to Ali.

I didn't.

Well, that's not what the DMV says.

What would it matter if I had?

That was, what, four or five years ago?

Four.

What matters, Paul, is that it appears as

though you lied to us about it.

Now, that matters a lot.

And what were you doing last night when

your only suspect was slitting his wrists?

All right, now let's get something straight here,

Paul.

No one is exempt from scrutiny in this

case.

You understand what I'm saying here?

No one.

We're not saying you're a suspect, Mr. Garrison.

We did a routine check on Ali Swain's

vehicle.

Believe me when I say we were not

expecting to see your name as the previous

owner.

I didn't sell the van to Ali Swain.

The guy who bought it from me must

have resold it without changing the title.

Do you remember what time of year it

was you sold the van?

I don't know.

Spring, April, or May?

Well, it says here the title was transferred

in September.

Why don't you go home and see if

you can find some record of the sale?

It'll help tie up the loose ends.

Fine.

Mr. Garrison, I do have a few more

questions about the night Josh disappeared.

I was working.

And you're saying Josh never called you?

No.

Dad, can you come get me from hockey?

Mom's late and I want to go home.

Do you always pick up the phone?

Sometimes I let the machine get it.

And did you check your machine?

Not until, um...

after.

After what?

Dad, can you come get me from hockey?

Mom's late and I want to go home.

The next day.

Did you save the tape?

No, it was erased.

I just want it back.

I'm sorry to put you through this, Mr.

Garrison.

I don't enjoy it.

You don't know what I'm going through.

How it hurts.

I know how it hurts, Paul.

And believe me, we wouldn't be asking you

these things if we didn't have to.

Chief Noga's on the line.

They found a dark blue jacket in Ryan's

woods.

So much for preserving the scene.

My God!

Josh!

Josh!

Come on, easy.

Take it easy.

Back!

Back!

He's dead.

He's dead.

Thanks for alerting our office first, Tiger.

All right, now, everybody, back now!

Back!

Get away from me!

Leave me alone!

I don't need anything from you!

Get the hell away from me!

Paul, take it easy.

Listen to me.

Paul, listen to me.

We're gonna have to take a minute and

try to figure out what this means, all

right?

So come on.

Let's walk over here.

He's dead.

We don't know that.

Let's go.

We have his jacket.

We don't have him.

Paul, this jacket was described in every poster

and every newscast about Josh.

It would have been smart for the kidnapper

to toss it.

All right, now.

You calm down.

Paul, I have to take the jacket.

Paul, I have to give it to the

crime lab.

It's the evidence that will help us find

Josh.

Come on.

The jacket.

I'll get you home in a squad car.

Come on.

I should be going.

Father, how did you get here so quickly?

All right, everybody, move back now!

I heard it on the news.

I came right over.

Did Deacon Fletcher ride over with you?

Uh, no.

Albert must have come on his own.

I really should be going.

I know Paul's not gonna be happy to

see me, but I think Hannah could use

a friend.

Megan.

This is Karen Wright.

Her dog found the jacket.

Yeah, hi.

We met briefly at the garrison's.

Yeah, how do you do?

Um, Caleb ran off this way, and then

he came running back with us.

Um, I knew right away.

Cool little guy.

Karen, do you come out here with Caleb

every day?

Oh, yeah, we're here every day.

Uh, our home is over there, through the

woods, by the old schoolhouse.

When was the last time Caleb ran off

in that direction?

Uh, yesterday afternoon.

Mitch, I was out here with the search

team on Friday.

Nobody found so much as a gum wrapper.

That jacket wasn't out here.

There's nothing left here to see.

Oh, God.

Mitch is in Josh's pocket.

For all the lost angels, my specter round

me night and day like a wild beast

guards my way.

My emanation far within weeps incessantly for my

sin.

Paul, can you step outside for a moment,

please?

Paul, I want you to come down to

the station and give us a set of

your fingerprints.

What for?

We need to check them against the ones

we found in the van.

And if I refuse?

Well, I'll have to get a court order.

It'll cost you your job.

Probably.

But I'll get your prints one way or

another.

What did he say?

What did he want?

First they interviewed me.

Now they want my fingerprints.

Why do they suspect you, Paul?

The damn van I saw years ago.

Does that make any sense to you?

Well, our son's blood and hair are in

that van.

Do you still have the keys to it?

My God.

My God.

You think I did it?

I don't know.

All I know is I'm going back to

work, I'm going to the hospital, and I

want you to stay somewhere else.

Don't come back until I know.

And you wonder why I don't confide in

you?

They found the jacket today.

Now they know they have another lost angel.

They don't know what to think.

They don't know which way to turn.

We can smell their panic.

Taste it.

It makes us laugh.

They're as predictable as rats in a maze.

They don't know which way to turn, so

they turn on each other.

Didn't Anna say there was a rabbit's foot

on this jacket?

No.

It's gone.

Hmm.

This note has the same watermark.

For all the lost angels I specter round

me night and day.

It's a quote from William Blake.

So, how many children have been missing or

abducted in the counties around this area?

We don't know they were abducted.

They're probably just runaways.

Well, we all know about the Kulo boy

abducted in Zion.

And the girl in Invergrove Heights.

What, Tammy Rupert?

She was never found.

Why hasn't anyone connected them?

Well, folks don't like to talk about it

much.

Ah, yes.

The open secret.

Everybody knows, but nobody wants to talk about

it.

Every town holds its secret close to its

heart, so they won't be judged by them.

Gotta protect the town's good name.

Isn't that right, Sheriff?

I don't buy into your psycho-pop ideas.

Someone grab Josh.

I'll get a computer listing of all the

missing kids within a 50-mile radius for

the last 20 years.

It's a waste of time.

Kids run away all the time.

They're kidnapped by their parents.

They run off to the big city.

It happens all over the state.

All right, Steiger.

What do you say you just get the

hell out of my way?

So, how is she?

She doesn't look like she'd be much of

a lay, but then maybe she should do

other things with that mouth and shoot it

off, huh?

That was for the crack you just made

and for sticking Paige Price on Megan and

for being a stupid son of a bitch

in general.

You think that's funny?

If you ever say anything like that again,

I'll break your neck.

I'll break your nose again.

I turn on the 10 o'clock news

tonight and I see Paige Price beside William

Blake.

I'm gonna come over that tin can you

call a house, put my gun to your

butt and blow your brains out.

Bruce?

So, how's the migraine?

No problem.

She twisted the facts, Bruce.

Don't call me Bruce when I'm mad at

you.

Yes, sir.

So, was Mitch Holt at your house at

3 in the morning?

Yes.

He needed to talk.

It's the truth.

You'd know if I lied.

No, I believe you're telling me the truth.

It's what you're not telling me that's got

me worried.

I don't wanna hear it.

Look, the problem is we make you the

first female SBI agent in the field and

then every time you turn around you're the

center of another controversy.

We can't have that.

There's gonna be a ton of ink dropped

on this thing.

Everyone's gonna be watching you.

You attack Paul Garrison.

You bait Paige Price who's probably screwing the

sheriff.

You're sleeping with Mitch Holt.

Did I leave anything out here?

I never said I slept with Mitch.

Save your breath.

I don't care if you did or you

didn't.

That's not the point.

But all of this goes away if you

catch the guy.

You gotta come up with a good idea

here, Megan.

You gotta get inventive.

You understand what I'm saying?

Yes, sir.

This abductor creep can stop me from pulling

you off of the case, but from now

on, I am gonna be here every minute.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

So tell me, what's your gut feeling about

this guy?

What's he like?

Who is he?

He uses the word we.

He could be a masculine personality or he

could have an accomplice.

Teacher, baker, priest.

Talks a lot about sin.

Yeah.

Somebody who deals in sin.

Could be the priest.

It could be the deacon.

The deacon who teaches the altar boys.

The deacon who was supposed to meet with

Josh the night he was abducted.

The deacon who was obviously a fanatic.

The deacon who has lived here a very

long time.

Agent O'Malley, have you come to confess your

sins to me?

Confession can be good for the soul.

I imagine you keep quite busy in Deer

Lake hearing sins.

You must know a lot of secrets about

everyone.

We found another message in Josh's jacket.

It talks about sin again.

The lost angels.

So, obviously you came to a church looking

for someone who weeps for sin.

Anything you can think of that will help

me nail this bastard's ass to the wall?

I wish there was.

My heart breaks when I think of Josh

and Hannah.

Josh was an altar boy here, right?

Is that what this is all about?

A priest and the altar boy?

Just doing my job, Father.

Well, I don't blame you.

Newspapers are full of it.

This priest or that priest or cardinal.

It's horrific.

The church tries to cover it up.

Pretends that nothing happened.

But, it's true.

Deacon and I were both involved in Josh's

training.

Oh, I'd love to know Deacon Fletcher's secrets.

Deacon is a very devout man.

He'd be the first one to tell you

he's more qualified to do my job than

I am.

In another time, Deacon Fletcher would be called

a zealot.

In the 90's with a shortage of priests,

he's what we call a deacon.

His wife died three years ago.

Some kind of stomach ailment.

Since she's been gone, he's become more and

more involved in the church.

Obsessed?

How do we draw the line between obsession

and devotion?

Well, thanks for your time, Father.

Agent O'Malley, you have neither received solace nor

refuge from the church.

Have you lost your faith?

The last time I went searching for a

missing child was in a town like this

one.

He'd been left in a garbage dump.

Would you like me to describe what had

been done to him?

And you want to know if I've lost

my faith?

Holt.

I just spoke with Father Tom.

He thinks confession is good for the soul.

Well, I'm sure he does.

I'd like to make a confession to you.

Okay.

I'm...

I'm sorry for the way I treated you

today.

When I said I wouldn't sleep with you

again because it would hurt my career, I

was lying.

So, what are you trying to say?

It's not you.

It's me.

God, it goes so far back.

When I was little, after my mom died,

my dad stopped coming home.

He'd leave me in the house alone.

I've...

I've just been alone all my life.

I remember that photograph in your house.

You were trying to catch up to your

father's footsteps in the snow.

Yeah, I was always trying to catch up

to him.

He was all I had.

He didn't even know I existed.

Um...

Mitch, I...

I just don't think that...

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Great.

Agent O'Malley, I'm glad you came by.

I'd like for you to meet everyone.

All right.

Uh, Todd.

Todd, meet Agent O'Malley.

She's from the S.B.I. Todd's a

psych major at Redwood.

Really?

Did you take computer courses with Professor Priest?

Yes.

Did you know Ollie?

Well, we had a couple of classes together.

Professor Priest let him audit the class because

of his interest in, uh, computers.

But I don't think he was the one

to screw with people's minds.

You know, the business with the note, uh,

the phone call from Josh, I don't think

he was a killer.

Maybe he was leading a secret life.

Don't we all?

Don't you sometimes lay a little camouflage over

your secrets?

Yeah, maybe.

But most of us don't have inner selves

that molest children.

Can I, uh, offer you a cup of

coffee, Agent O'Malley?

Or we have tea or cider.

We don't have a shortage of food or

volunteers here.

Todd said it'd be nice.

Thanks.

Very good.

I believe people come together like this as

a defense, an instinctive herd mentality response.

Strength and safety in numbers band together to

fight off a predator.

I'm sorry, Agent O'Malley, this is my cohort.

Garrett Wright.

Garrett is a professor of shrinkdom at the

State College.

We grew up together here in town.

So I know now for a fact that

shrinks become shrinks because they're all screwed up.

He's kind of shy, so you have to

lead in the dance.

Hello.

I'd say it's a pleasure, but it seems

inappropriate.

Are you here to offer your services, Doctor?

I don't know.

It's my place to theorize.

I just help out here with the juvenile

offenders.

Some guidance, some group therapy.

You study criminal psychology?

Yes, that's my specialty.

Sociopathic behavior, deviant criminology, so forth.

So what's your immediate impression?

If what they're reporting in the news about

the note he left behind is true, I'd

say you're looking at someone delusional.

Delusions of grandeur.

Delusions specifically regarding the power of God and

the ability to wreak havoc on humans.

Humans.

He is a human being, isn't he?

No, he's not.

He's wired differently.

He's a predator.

Child predator?

Pedophile?

I don't think so.

This is too premeditated.

His pathology is much more dangerous.

I would suggest that the choice of a

child has something to do with something much

more primitive.

It's, um...

It's about the reenactment of childhood.

I was thinking that same exact thing.

I'm sorry I can't be more help.

I feel so bad for Hannah and Paul.

Do you know them?

Paul and I have been friends since we

were kids.

I hate to see them going through something

like this.

They're such a perfect family.

Megan, what are your instincts on this case?

I mean, I've heard everything from the church

to satanic cults.

You must have an opinion.

Yes, I do.

But I'm not about to state them in

public.

Uh-huh.

Good evening.

Good luck in your search for the predator.

Leave your door unlocked.

What are you doing here?

Wait, are you...

You hung up on me.

I know.

Oh, God, Mitch.

I...

I can count my lovers on one hand,

all disasters.

I'm not good at this.

Well, why don't you let me be the

judge of that?

I have a theory about Josh that's a

little unsettling at best, and I wanted to

share it with you.

I was hoping you could help me.

Okay.

I...

I think that Josh was chosen because of

you.

Or maybe Paul.

Something about one of you.

Something personal.

Personal?

What do you mean, personal?

I don't know.

It's like we're all players in a game

that we don't yet understand.

All the rules are made up by him.

I can't think of anyone in Deer Lake

who'd do such a thing.

Did you grow up here?

No.

But Paul did.

That's why we came here after college, because

he had roots and friends.

Who?

Christopher Priest, Garrett Wright, Father Tom, and the

S.B.I. agent who died of a

heart attack.

They were all in this chess class together

at school.

Chess was their passion.

Leo Kozlowski?

Hard to imagine him playing chess.

And there were a couple of girls, too.

Doris Fletcher, the wife of the Deacon of

Doom.

That's how they met, in fact.

He was the chess teacher.

Deacon Fletcher?

He was the chess teacher?

He was a master champion, totally obsessed.

And when she died, he got into sackcloth

and ashes.

Was Doris Fletcher a patient of yours?

I personally drove her to Seattle Medical Center

for a test because her husband refused to

take her.

He refused to take her to the hospital

for tests?

He was waiting for the Lord to heal

her.

Poor Doris.

What did she die of?

Her whole gastrointestinal system went haywire.

Then her kidneys failed.

It was very sad.

No one ever came up with a concrete

diagnosis.

Albert was probably feeding her arsenic.

That was a joke.

I was joking.

Could he have killed her?

Was there an autopsy?

No.

Albert refused on religious grounds.

How did he feel when you took his

wife to a hospital against his will?

He was enraged.

Enraged enough to hold it against you and

take your son?

I still believe all he had something to

do with it was roasting in hell.

I believe he's roasting in hell.

But he's saving a spot for somebody.

Deacon?

Deacon Fletcher?

Check the basement, huh?

Yeah, I'll check downstairs.

You shouldn't be down here.

Quite a basement for such an old place,

huh?

These old relics, they fascinate me.

I've been making an inventory of all the

old artifacts and records, moving them out in

order to better preserve them.

This one must be 100 years old.

Is that real human hair?

Yes.

In the days of the devout, they happily

gave of themselves to glorify God.

In fact, some of these old relics actually

contain bone fragments of the saints.

What's in here?

Did you have a guest?

If I work late, I sometimes sleep here.

I find it peaceful.

You're very generous with your time.

My life belongs to the church.

You were Josh Garrison's instructor for religion class,

right?

As well as being in charge of all

the altar boys.

Yes.

I also understand you're a master chess player.

I don't play the game anymore.

Did you happen to notice if Josh was

unusually quiet recently?

You must have some personal observation of Josh.

He was generally well behaved.

But boys of that age are filled with

sin.

They need discipline.

He's Hannah Garrison's son.

You know Dr. Garrison, don't you?

I'm aware of who she is.

She was your wife's doctor, wasn't she?

Doris saw her occasionally.

Dr. Garrison drove your wife to make sure

she had tests run.

Above and beyond the call of duty, don't

you think?

That woman doctor interfered with God's work.

It is not our place to question God.

We're looking for a madman, Mr. Fletcher.

Do you really think he's doing God's work?

God's work is done by those who know

his voice.

Does he speak to you, Deacon?

Does he tell you to punish sinners?

I'm surrounded by sinners.

You planning on doing some hammering, Fletcher?

Hello?

Megan?

It's you.

Don't hang up.

You can talk to me, Deacon.

Remember the sins of your father?

You do remember them, don't you, Megan?

You look pathetic following in his footsteps.

He made you feel so small and so

alone.

We despise our fathers because we are superior

to them.

Who is this?

You can trust me.

You're not alone anymore.

Hello?

Paul?

Paul?

Paul?

Is that you?

A lie is the handle which fits them

all.

Who is this?

Who is this?

I heard they're gonna continue the ground search

tomorrow where I found the jacket.

Will you be there?

Of course.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Paul, this is a surprise on a Sunday.

Stop by and ask Karen if she'd be

willing to do some extra work at the

volunteer center tomorrow.

You've got a lot on your mind these

days.

How are you holding up?

I'm getting by.

My thoughts are with you.

And with Hannah, of course.

Thanks.

I'm sure that Karen's doing all she can

to help, giving of herself.

She's been great, as have all the neighbors.

I better go.

The loss of a child can be a

terrible strain on the parents.

I'm well aware of that.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to sound patronizing, Paul.

I just wanted to say, if either of

you feel the need to talk to somebody,

I can recommend a friend who specializes in

family therapy.

I've got better things to do.

Well, please don't take offense.

I only meant to help.

If you want to help, be at Ryan's

Woods tomorrow morning.

All right?

That's the kind of help we need right

now, not some overpriced shrink.

Hope to see you there tomorrow morning.

I wasn't very sensitive of you, Garrett.

Really?

I thought it was extremely sensitive of me,

all things considered.

You just did the wash this morning, didn't

you?

I forgot to change the sheets.

Well, I'll help you make the bed.

How would that be?

Josh is alive.

I've...

I've seen him.

What do you mean you've seen him?

They're...

They're like dreams, but not like dreams, more

like visions.

I know it sounds crazy, but they're so

real.

He's wearing these pajamas that I've never seen

before and he has this bruise and...

You don't believe me, do you?

No, of course I do, Hannah.

I just don't know what to make of

it, that's all.

But I believe that you saw something.

Josh is alive.

I've seen him.

Hannah, you are under a tremendous amount of

stress.

You want to see Josh more than you

want to breathe.

It's natural that you would dream about him

and think those dreams are real.

No, this is not a dream.

What does Paul think?

I didn't tell him.

At least they...

They asked him to give his fingerprints.

They didn't say it, but they think that

he's involved.

What do you think?

I don't know.

I don't know.

God, I don't know.

She's my husband and I don't trust him.

It's okay.

I don't trust him.

It's okay.

Oh, I've dreamed of this.

I've been able to hold you the way

any man would hold a woman he loves.

Jasper!

Jasper!

Jasper!

The greatest of sin is death!

Albert!

Wicked daughter of Eve!

Ah!

Don't do this.

We're friends.

I will not let you bring violence and

hatred into my church!

Where a false prophet who comes in cheap

clothing but inwardly a ravenous wolf.

Albert, please, let me try to explain.

You son of a Satan!

All right, now.

Good deacon's a little wacko, but consider him

armed and dangerous.

Go around by the back door.

Check out the garage.

Got it, boss.

Deacon Fletcher!

Police!

We got a search warrant.

Loga, do your thing.

Well, I

guess we know what Fletcher was doing at

the basement of the church.

He was taking stuff so he could resurrect

his own congregation right here.

With himself as high priest.

Deacon Fletcher?

I wonder what she looked like in life.

I don't know, but now she looks like

the guy from Tales of the Crypt.

She's actually been freeze-dried.

You must have put her in here during

the winter, or she would have rotted and

the neighbors would have smelled it.

She's been in here three years, I'd say.

Religious nut like that, why doesn't he give

her a decent Christian burial?

Well, it doesn't appear as though he thought

she deserved one.

It's good to see you.

Nice to meet you.

Hello.

Beware false prophets who come in sheep's clothing.

They are ravenous wolves.

Albert, listen to me.

You are making a terrible mistake.

I know where Satan's throne is.

The throne of Satan is in hell.

Albert, this is the house of the Lord.

Wicked, wicked children, steeped in iniquity, conceived in

sin.

I tried to stop them, evil children.

I tried to stop their sins, but I

failed.

But I will atone for what they've done.

Witness, ascend to heaven to sit at the

right hand of my Father.

Witness!

All the world's a stage, and all the

men and women merely players.

They have their exits and their entrances, and

so from hour to hour we write and

write, and then from hour to hour we

rot and rot, and thereby hangs a tale.

We are brilliant.

No one in this town is what they

seem to be.

Seems like they all have a secret life.

Hiding from others their sins in the night.

Everyone.

Oh, yeah, she's right here.

Hold on.

Stu Fielder, FBI crack man.

Hey, Stu.

No, we're just working through dinner.

Oh.

I see.

Thanks.

Josh's phone call wasn't recording.

Oh, no.

That means he could have made it on

day one.

Yeah.

You want some coffee?

I'll make fresh.

Yeah, sure.

Who's Ricky Myers?

Ricky Myers is the only murderer that ever

happened in this town.

That is, before Marty Wilhelm.

Happened 20 years ago.

So I pulled a file.

The interesting thing about that case is that

the boy was stabbed many times.

From different angles, like there was more than

one killer.

Never found out who killed him.

The body was dumped in the middle of

town by the old schoolhouse.

So he could have been their first victim.

Uh-huh.

My God, 20 years ago.

What's this?

What?

A film.

Oh, it's old newsreel footage from the Ricky

Myers crime scene.

I got it from the archives of the

TV station.

You looked at it?

Yeah, I looked at it several times.

It shows a crowd scene and a body,

but you can't really see much.

You have all the classics.

Don't tell me, Mitch, you're a closet intellectual.

No, I was an English major in college.

I wanted to be Ernest Hemingway.

You're certainly macho enough.

What happened?

Well, first came the wife.

Then came a baby.

Then came another baby.

Cream and sugar?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Uh-huh.

Here you go.

So did you know Josh very well?

Yeah, pretty well.

He's a great kid.

Reminds me of my own kid.

Had the same eyes.

You know, um...

I think I should, uh...

get home and, uh, get some rest.

So, um, see you later, okay?

Yes, um, information in Miami, please.

Lieutenant Olson?

Lieutenant Olson, this is Agent O'Malley, S.B

.I., Washington.

I'm working on a child-abduction case with

Mitch Holt.

I understand you've worked with him.

That's right.

Great cop.

Tragic what happened to his family.

The note that the killer left, do you

remember anything about it?

It's a reminder.

I found Mitch's own stationary.

Was there a watermark?

Yeah, a sea serpent.

Why are you asking?

There are some similarities in this case.

I'm working on the theory that the killer's

come to Washington.

Do you remember what the note said?

It said something like, they're now free of

sin.

Why?

You found the stationary?

Mm-hmm.

I found the stationary.

And I found the quotes.

And I found this rabbit's foot in your

desk.

And I found all this and this.

Would you mind explaining it to me?

Do you think I had something to do

with this?

Megan, don't let them win the game.

Tell me the truth, Mitch.

We're dealing with monsters here.

They're using the murder of my wife and

son to torment me.

They stole the stationary, just like they stole

Josh's notebook.

They found some way to put the rabbit's

foot in my desk.

They violate everything.

But the voice, the voice on the phone,

he knew everything about my father.

Things I've never told anybody except you.

They must have found some way to listen

in on us.

Megan, they want us to turn on each

other.

Megan, don't you see?

They are obsessed with destroying everything that is

good and decent.

Now, either you believe me, or you don't.

When they connect your phone, do they send

over a telephone repairman to your house?

I haven't done that in years.

They switch it on from the main relay

station.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, God.

That's how they knew everything I told you.

The phone.

Is there anything about a telephone repairman?

They just assumed I'd be too ignorant to

suspect anything as innocent.

And old-fashioned as a telephone repairman in

this little town.

Ignorance is not innocence, but sin.

What?

That's the first message.

Ignorance is not innocence, but sin.

I know what they're trying to tell us.

What do you see, Megan?

Innocence and ignorance.

The open secret.

They depended on it.

They depended on all the people in these

little towns just turning the other way, trying

to protect the name of their good little

town, trying to protect the illusion of their

safe homes.

Look, I put a pin in every town

where a child's gone missing in the last

20 years, and I dated it.

I eliminated any drowning victims, any child over

16, and I ended up with 18 kids.

Every year, a missing child is in a

different county than the previous year.

No one's ever tried to connect them.

It's a pattern.

All the pins seem to be getting closer

to Deer Lake.

There's never been one in Deer Lake.

There's never been a disappearance in Deer Lake

until now.

Why?

Why has this town been avoided?

Because they live here.

They kept us busy with a child molester

like Ollie.

They unwrapped the crazies like the deacon.

And what they did to you, uh...

With you, they could heighten the game by

tormenting you.

They even used the same paper used by

the man who abducted your wife and son.

Why?

Why the tapes, the phone calls, the notes?

They never did any of that before.

They were always silent and meticulous.

What triggered them to start taunting, to take

the game public?

Well, something must have happened.

Something changed.

Let's go back 20 years to the first

murderer.

This old newsreel footage is kind of rough.

If Ricky Myers was their first victim, maybe

they started killing when they were still kids.

Okay, so who were the local kids?

Uh, Hannah told me about the chess club.

That's Paul, Garrett Wright, Chris Priest, Doris Fletcher,

Father Tom, and oddly enough, the agent I

replaced, Leo Kozlowski.

They all grew up together here in Deer

Lake.

Leo's the man who should have been investigating

these crimes.

It's strange that he never made the connection.

He must have known about them all, being

the S.B.I. agent in charge for

all those years.

He made up theories about kids being devoured

in the woods.

Maybe he's the one that did all the

devouring.

Those two kids, could they be the monsters?

They grew up knowing everyone's secrets.

Everyone's sins.

Oh.

Yeah, I'll be there.

It's Paul Garrison.

He wants to meet me alone.

He says he killed his son.

I killed Josh.

All right.

Tell me what happened.

He called that evening.

Hannah didn't pick him up.

He left a message on my machine at

the office.

You told us you were there then.

I was.

But I wasn't alone.

I was with another man's wife.

And I could hear his voice from the

machine.

But I wanted to make Hannah the bad

guy, so I didn't pick up the phone.

Oh.

You didn't kill Josh.

He'd be home safe now if I had

picked up the phone.

Go home, Paul.

I could hear his voice on the machine.

He said, Dad, can you come and get

me from hockey?

Mom's late, and I want to go home.

One last truth, Paul.

Okay?

Who'd you sell the van to?

Chris Priest.

He begged me not to tell you for

fear of becoming a suspect.

You should have told us, Paul.

I grew up with him.

I knew he'd never hurt Josh.

Do you know where he is now?

He goes to his cabin by the lake.

Megan, we need to find Chris Priest.

I'm pretty sure he knows something.

I'm gonna go to his cabin by the

lake.

Why don't you check over at the old

schoolhouse?

Get out!

Shut up!

I'm out of time and I'm out of

patience.

Tell me about that van right now.

I bought it for Todd.

I needed a car.

Last fall, I sold it to that geek,

Ollie.

I didn't have the money to register it.

So you just decided to keep that your

little secret, huh?

Why?

How long do you think a gay man,

especially a professor, could last in this town?

You think I give a damn about who

you sleep with?

I'm trying to find Josh before he's killed.

You tell me everything you know right now.

One thing I know is that Ollie was

out of his mind.

I broke the codes in his computers.

He said that all the fallen angels were

at the old schoolhouse.

That's why he hid there when you were

hunting for him, so he could be with

Josh.

Why the hell didn't you tell me this

before?

I worked there.

Everyone in town knows that.

And I will not be persecuted because of

the rantings of a crazy pedophile.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Hello?

Anyone here?

Clever girl.

Wake up, Megan.

You don't want to miss the end of

the game.

Oh.

It's all a chess game.

We've calculated all the moves, all the options,

all the possibilities we can't lose.

Are you going to kill me?

You wouldn't be the first.

By a long way.

Did you kill Josh?

What do you think?

Do you think he's alive?

Do you think he's dead?

I think you're a lunatic.

Respect.

You ought to respect us.

We're so far superior to you.

You can't defeat us.

We're very good at this game.

God, that voice.

I know you.

I've met you.

You wonder who we are, clever girl?

You wonder why we play this game?

We play the game because we can, because

no one can catch us, because no one

even suspected.

We are brilliant.

No one ever saw the pattern.

I came close.

You came very close, clever girl.

If only we had more time to play

the game.

You're the best opponent we ever had.

When the game is done, I'm going to

devour you.

Who's the we?

I know you're not doing this alone.

Leo and me, we'll always be together.

Leo Koslowski.

First Doris died.

It was bad.

But when Leo died, there could be only

one more scene.

We set this down for last.

Now the game is almost over.

Let's have some fun.

I'm sorry.

Holt?

Police Chief Holt?

We've captured your queen.

Who is this?

You can't seem to keep your women alive,

can you?

It's a fallout shelter, Mitch.

Megan?

We thought you were a clever girl.

We thought you were a clever girl, but

you're just another stupid bitch.

We're going to make you pay, clever girl.

I feel so bad for Hannah and Paul.

Such a perfect family.

What did you do with Josh Garrett?

Why him?

Why his family?

Paul made the choice easy for me.

You see, predators are territorial.

I feel such a perfect little family.

Did he abandon you?

What are you saying?

A deacon.

Did he shut you up, keep you in

the dark?

You are a clever one, aren't you?

You've been psychoanalyzing me, fitting me into your

profile.

You did look up to him, didn't you?

Yeah.

He was a master.

He taught us discipline, Leo and Doris and

me.

Did he know about Ricky Myers?

All the others, the killings?

No, he didn't.

But then he found out, and he got

angry and he let Doris die.

Do you think knowing any of this is

going to save you?

Oh, God, Garrett, I understand.

Megan?

Megan?

It's him!

Get him, just get the son of a

bitch!

Make sure you don't keep anybody on this

too many hours at a time, okay?

How are you feeling?

Oh, like somebody bit the crap out of

me.

The coroner said they found children's bones.

That's real grim.

It looks like they've been burying kids here

for about 20 years.

Mitch.

Mitch.

I got some fresh bones here.

Recent adult large male.

Leo.

If you dig up his grave, I'll bet

you anything that his casket is empty.

They look very strange, like they've been soaked

or polished.

Boiled.

They're soup bones.

Garrett said they'd always be together.

Is he gonna live?

Better not die till we know where Josh

is.

If Josh is.

I don't understand.

Why would he want to kill kids for?

Just for the thrill?

What did you do with Josh?

You kill him too, or what?

The kid on the right is Garrett.

And that kid on the left has been

identified as Leo.

What's this?

Garrett's home movies.

Josh?

No new graves other than Leo's, but I

still don't have much hope.

Oh, my babe.

Oh.

Josh is back.

He's alive.

Oh, God, Hannah, that's the best thing I've

ever heard.

Josh is back.

God.

Hannah, thank God.

He doesn't remember anything yet.

All he can tell me is that the

door was opened and he walked away.

I'm so happy for you.

Thank you, Megan.

You gave me back my son.

How does he look?

He's been drugged, but he's okay.

There was a note pinned to his chest.

We're on our way to take a look

at it.

Sit tight.

You think you've beaten us at our game.

You think you've won.

The game is far from over.

We were going to stop, but now we're

not.

Welcome to the next level.

Josh didn't just walk away.

Someone let him go.

But who?

There's a third one.

The one who caused the accident so Hannah

wouldn't be there to pick up Josh.

The telephone repairman outside your house.

The one player too smart to be caught.

But who is it?

The one holding the camera.