Original subtitles

A child goes missing in the United States every 40 seconds.

The first 3 hours are the most crucial for the safe return of that child.

Over 75 percent of abducted children who are killed are dead within those 3 hours.

Help! Get away!

Get away!

Get off of me!

This is an Amber Alert message from the West Virginia Patrol Department.

A child abduction occurred at 3:00 p.m. yesterday

in the town of Castle Rock, Wyoming County.

The child is seven years old, brown hair, blue eyes.

This is the third...

This is ridiculous. There's only one radio station?

Makes it easy.

These child abductions are giving me the creeps.

We're almost there.

Yeah, right. You've been saying that for the past 100 miles, Blake Blackman.

- Oh, we're in a grumpy mood. - I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- This headache is killing me. - We're not far from Castle Rock.

Maybe we could stop, grab some lunch.

- Oh, babe. Great. I have no cell signal. - It's just the area.

Great. Cabin in the middle of nowhere with no cell signal, no cable.

- And lots of sex. - Hmm. Promises, promises.

- So this is it, right? - This is it, baby.

Castle Rock?

Hmm.

Gosh, what happened here?

I guess that's all that's left after the big mudslide

- buried the town a couple of years ago. - It's creepy. So sad.

Yeah. Sherman mentioned it. It's a ghost town.

Looks like we won't be eating lunch here.

Hey, honey. Yup. Almost there.

Yeah, it's pretty nice up here.

I know, it's hit or miss.

Mm-hmm. I'll make sure.

Are you all right?

You're taking your medication.

Claire!

Hello?

What? She okay?

She stopped taking her medication.

Why?

She's punishing me.

- Hey, hey. This isn't bad. - Babe, I still don't have any signal!

This is no good.

I'm telling you, if they cannot reach me, they're going to think something is wrong.

Oh, I got it! I got it! Yay!

Hey, Mom. Yeah. Yeah. I know.

Well, I'm going to be in meetings all day, so... yeah, yeah, yeah. Um...

Yeah, Mom, you know what? I gotta go, Mom.

Brandi! Brandi!

Relax, she'll be back. She lives year-round in a condo.

Now she's free to run around. Don't worry, she'll be back.

Hey, come on. Let me show you the cabin.

- What about the bags? - Well, we'll get the bags. Come on.

- Are you sure? - Let me show you this. You'll love it.

- Damn, woman. Home, sweet home. - Very funny.

- So what do you think? - This is actually kind of cute.

- Uh-huh. - Ah, look at Sherman and his little cabin.

Yeah, Sherman was right. I told you.

- Okay. Honey. - What?

- I love you, but not right now. - Why not? What's... what's up?

Are you kidding me? That dog is the only thing I have.

What about me?

Seriously?

Brandi?

Brandi!

Brandi, girl!

I don't get it. She's never done this.

She has never, ever run away before.

I know.

We'll just have to wait.

It's gonna be okay, I promise.

If not, we'll... we'll go out first thing in the morning.

I'm gonna take a bath.

Blake?

Blake!

Blake!

Honey!

Honey?

Blake?

- Ah! I hate you! - What?

That's not funny. Qué estúpido. Seriously, it wasn't funny.

- I don't know, kind of exciting. - No. I like it.

Yes, you do.

Stop it. Stop it.

- Blake. Blake. - Huh.

- Did you hear that? - It's the wind.

No, it's not. I'm going downstairs.

Oh.

Brandi!

Brandi, girl!

Come here, girl! Brandi?

Come here, girl.

Come here, girl.

You little thief.

Come here. Hey, you.

Babe! Guess who's back?

Come here, girl. There's your mommy.

Come here, girl! I'm so happy. I'm gonna kill you.

- She... she smells. - Yes, she does.

- What happened to her? - I don't know. She's soaking wet.

I'm going to have to give her a bath. Hey, baby.

Aren't you glad she's back?

- What's wrong? - Nothing. Nothing.

I'm just gonna give her a bath.

- So is it okay in Sherman's bathroom? - Sure. Sherman's not here. I won't tell him.

- You won't tell him? - Uh-uh, promise.

Come here, girl. Come here, girl.

I'm gonna kill you.

Babe! It's Sherman!

Babe!

Stay. Brandi, stay.

Hey, Sherman.

- Your place is great. - So how's the writing.

It's, uh...

- coming along. - Good.

We're gonna need something from you soon. We're already working on a book cover.

- Keep me updated, okay? - Sure. Give me a couple days.

Uh, I'll give you a call.

Is Sherman gonna be worried that you're not writing?

Sherman needs to get over it.

You're gonna be in trouble with Sherman.

Ah, trouble with Sherman, trouble with Sherman.

I got trouble with you is who I've got trouble with.

Texting the wrong guy can be very dangerous.

You gonna be a good girl, hmm?

Stop!

What?

The writing?

You're just feeling the pressure 'cause Sherman called.

Angie, I haven't been able to write a decent first page yet,

and they already have the book cover. I used to be so good at this.

You're cracking me up. You're still good at this.

Unexaggerated. Here. Your favorite. So you get inspired.

- Pobresito. - Ah, thank you.

- You're welcome. - What really inspires me is the chef,

- not the pancakes. - Oh.

Great compliments this morning. Thank you.

Brandi, come here.

- So, uh, how's the runaway? - He's okay. He's just driving me nuts.

She wants to go out all the time now. No way. I'm not risking it.

Put her on a leash.

Yeah, I guess.

She's fixated with the ball that she brought. Did you see it?

- No. - She's obsessed about it.

- Where'd she find it? - In the woods, I guess.

Come here, you. When you going into town?

Not today, maybe tomorrow. I think I'm going to...

do some sketches for that client of mine.

And I still have those headaches. I'm kind of worried.

Why don't you go have a doctor check it out?

Where? In ghost town?

You'll be able to find somebody in there.

I guess.

Maybe tomorrow when I go for groceries.

Go get it, girl.

Good girl. Come here. Good girl!

Go!

Good girl. Give it to me. Ready? Go!

Go get it!

Go!

What are you looking at?

Babe!

Hey! Babe!

Babe! Babe!

- What's wrong? - There's someone out there!

- What do you mean? - I swear! Someone threw the ball back at me!

- Where's Brandi? - She's gone!

- Nothing. - Blake, I'm telling you.

Someone is out there. I threw the ball and someone threw it back at me from the woods!

I don't have time. I need to go back inside and write!

- You don't give a damn, do you? - What do you want from me, Angie?

I searched! There's nothing! I told you to keep that damn dog on a leash!

You know what? Forget it.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Angie, it's getting dark!

Brandi!

Who is that?

Brandi! Just come here! Oh, my God, girl!

Oh, Brandi, I'm gonna kill you!

Come here, girl.

Where were you?

How's your headache? Any better?

- What's that? - Nothing. Something I'm working on.

- Look, I'm sorry. I suck. - Yeah, you do.

I just think the pressure's getting to me.

What are you talking about? You're a great writer.

- You'll be able to write again. - I mean about us.

I've been thinking.

It's time.

We just can't do this anymore. We can't.

It's not fair to her. It's not fair to me.

- You can't choose who you fall in love with. - But still, I feel so empty...

as if I haven't achieved anything meaningful in my life yet.

- You're one of the best illustrators I know. - I'm average.

An average book illustrator having an affair with a married guy.

You know what... what's the sad part about this?

Is I was one of those women who would say I would never do that.

And here I am doing it.

- If my mom only knew. - Hey.

Listen to me.

I'm crazy about you. Come here.

- I'm gonna make this right. - How?

I'm leaving. I'm going to the store. Do you want anything?

- Yeah, maybe a bottle of wine. - Okay.

Don't forget to stop for gas.

Can you make sure Brandi doesn't get out, please?

Okay, I'm going. Love you.

Love you too. And follow the GPS.

Okay. I will.

Good girl. Good girl. Stay. You stay.

This is Claire Blackman. Leave your name and number at the beep.

Claire, it's me.

Call me when you get this. It's important.

Listen, I know things haven't been great with us lately.

We need to talk.

I've done something.

Something I'm not proud of.

Ma'am, I need you to sign the last page. You forgot to sign it.

The authorities declined to go on camera

but in a statement released this morning, Sheriff Albert McFadden

announced that no leads have developed, nor have any suspects been targeted.

8-year-old Tobias Barrett disappeared on his way home from Castle Rock Park.

Families throughout the county are on guard,

as this is now the third missing child case in the Castle Rock area

in the last 18 months.

Anje... Angelica Santoro.

Yes.

Follow me.

And you said your last period was when, Mrs. Santoro?

Miss. I'm not married.

Months ago. July, maybe. My cycles are very irregular.

Well, seems you're about 12 weeks pregnant.

What?

- That's impossible. - No, it isn't.

You're three months pregnant. Nature works miracles.

Have you had any recreational drugs during this period?

I... I can't be.

I have acute fibroids.

The doctors say I can never have a baby or get pregnant, unless I went through invitro.

Well, it looks like they were wrong.

- Congratulations. - No. No, you don't understand.

I cannot have this baby. I'm not married.

The father is...

it's just not the right time.

Blake's gonna kill me when he finds out.

You take it easy.

We'll forward the results of your test to your physician. You follow through with him.

Nurse LouAnn will give you some prenatal vitamins.

Take your time.

Oh, my... oh, my...

- Emergency. What is your location? - Location? I don't know. Wyoming County.

It's an emergency. My name is Angelica Santoro.

Hello?

Shit.

Hey, babe, it's me. I'm worried.

You were on your way home about an hour ago.

Call me.

Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check...

Who the hell is that?

Get the dogs.

Come on!

911, can I help you?

Hello. My name is Blake Blackman. I'd like to report the disappearance of my girlfriend.

This is your fault. She followed you!

Did you go into town? Well, I told you not to!

Are you demented woman? I had a flat tire!

They don't be looking for him. They don't be looking for him.

Shh.

Who are you? Who's there?

Us.

Who's us?

- When was the last time you saw her, sir? - About 9 o'clock this morning.

She went into town to get some groceries and to see a doctor.

- What doctor? - She wasn't feeling well.

- You got any pictures of her? - No. No pictures.

Not even on your cell?

- No. - Did she contact you at all, sir?

Yeah, actually, she texted me around noon and told me that she was coming back.

May I see some ID, please.

New York. We don't get tourists around here.

We're not. I'm a writer and she's a book illustrator.

My editor in New York owns the cabin. His name is Sherman Rogers,

and I'm using his place to work on my next novel.

- What do you write? - Horror novels.

You mind if we take a look around?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Steve. Take a look at this.

This guy's hiding something.

- Mr. Blackman? - Did you send for other units?

I'm gonna have to ask you to come to the station with us, Mr Blackman.

The station? Are you kidding me? Why aren't you out there looking for her?

We understand you're upset, but you're going to have to file a missing person's report.

Well, come on, then. Let's go. How much more time you gonna waste?

Nancy, what are you still doing here?

- Sir. - I'm already home, Thompson.

We've got a situation.

- Finally. What the hell's going on? - Sir, please take a seat.

I've been sitting on my ass long enough. Why are you wasting time?

Calm down, Mr. Blackman. I'm Sheriff McFadden.

I think we need to talk.

Okay, sheriff. Let's talk. Why aren't you out there searching for my girlfriend?

- I already told you everything I know. - Hey! Take it easy.

It's okay, Thompson. No, you didn't.

Your background check came back.

You're a married man, Mr. Blackman.

- To Claire Borts. - What difference does that make?

- You lied to the police. - I didn't lie. I just...

Yes, I'll married and I'm having an affair with Angie. But that's private.

What really matters is you guys going out there and finding her.

See, telling the truth wasn't that hard, now, was it?

Why don't we start all over?

And this time you tell us everything.

Angelica Santoro.

Mmm, 35...

35 years old. Florida driver's license.

We met a year ago at one of my book signings in New York.

She's an illustrator. And my editor, Sherman Rogers introduced us.

- What are you doing down here? - I'm working on my next novel.

Anybody know you're here together?

- Nobody knows. - What about her family?

Her mother lives in Miami and thinks she's in Chicago for work.

Anything else?

Mr. Blackman... answer the question.

When we arrived, she was playing with the dog and...

- she swore somebody was out there. - Where?

In the woods. And we even argued about it because I didn't believe her.

Did it become physical at all?

No.

What are we gonna do?

- We gonna get rid of her. - Let me go!

Send all units first thing in the morning and search the entire county.

Are you kidding me? Why not tonight?

The officers will take you back.

If she hadn't appeared by morning, we're going to have to notify the family.

Sheriff, tomorrow maybe too late.

Thompson.

Angie!

Angie!

Angie!

Angie!

Angie!

Blake? Blake?

Sherman, we've got to talk. Remember Angelica, Angelica Santoro?

- The book illustrator? - Yeah. We've been seeing each other.

I thought you said there was nothing to that.

I lied. We've been having an affair for the past year.

I brought her up here with me to the cabin.

- Now she's gone. She's missing. - What do you mean by missing?

Come on, Sherman. She's missing!

She went out this morning to town. She never came back. I called the police.

They're searching for her now. I filed a missing person's report.

- Sherman, if anything happens to her... - Well, wait a second.

You're telling me that you took this girl with you up to West Virginia.

And now something may have happened to her?

- And there's something else. - What?

They think I may have done something to her.

- Like foul play? - This isn't good.

You're gonna need an attorney.

Don't go anywhere. I'll call you back.

Angie!

Angie!

Angie!

You best be telling the truth now, you hear?

I swear no one else is here! No one else. No.

I swear, it was just me. I swear. Let me go. Please let me go.

- Well, dang, what are we gonna do? - We gonna kill her.

No! Please!

I'm... I'm pregnant. Have mercy, please. Ah!

You think we stupid people? You think we dumb, huh?

Is that what you think?

...my purse. Look in my purse. In my purse.

- So what? We still gotta get rid of her! - Wait. Wait! I've got me an idea.

No, Margaret. No more ideas! No ideas!

But we could keep her a couple months till the baby's born,

- and get rid of her. - What? No!

But what if it's a boy, Leonard. We could keep him and get rid of her.

They gonna be looking for her. We ain't gonna do nothing of the kind, Margaret.

Leonard Cunnings! You know what I always wanted.

You got two boys already! What you want another one for?

No, we ain't gonna discuss this now! We ain't!

- Mr. Rogers. - What?

- Mr. Rogers? - What is it?

I've got Claire Blackman on the phone. She says it's urgent.

Put her on the phone and close the door behind you. Where the hell's my...

Get me Kaufman on the phone. Tell him it's urgent. It can't wait.

Okay.

Claire?

I know. I spoke with him. It's bad.

He went up there with someone, Claire... a woman.

Yes, her. The girl went missing, and they can't find her.

He had to file a missing person's report.

- Ow. - I know it hurts. Hold on.

It's gonna make you feel a lot better.

So much better. Trust me.

Put your arm in that one.

There we go.

Where are ya?

Where's your... yeah.

I got your mouth right there. Come on.

Don't be a damn fool! You want your baby to live, don't ya?

- Can I have some? - Shut up!

If you want to eat today, best be quiet!

Come on.

Well, suit yourself!

Let me take this thing off.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Oh.

You are so purty.

Oh, you're going to give me a beautiful baby!

Oh!

Oh!

And I don't want to hear a peep out of anybody!

Don't cry. They don't like us crying.

- What's your name? - Emmett. He's Jamie.

- Shut up, Emmett. - Why? I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise.

There was another boy, but Leonard took him to the lagoon

- after he tried to escape. - The lagoon?

In the back of the property. He never came back.

You mean...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Sherman, I'm losing it. - Blake, listen up.

I'm here with Eric Kaufman. I want you to listen very carefully.

Write this name down.

This is an old friend of mine who lives down there. We used to go hunting together.

He worked for the Police Department many years ago. Are you ready?

Melbourne, 304-556...

7889.

And one more thing.

- Your wife called. - Great. When?

I kind of told her, Blake.

- I had to. - What'd she say?

Blake. It's Eric.

You're not going to like this.

Your wife, based on the voicemail you left her, is testifying against you.

Just what we're need in Castle Rock... another atrocity.

- How many months pregnant, Jack? - Three.

And she had no idea she was pregnant?

There's more.

Um, well...

when I confirmed her diagnosis, she became very disturbed.

What do you mean?

She said that the father of the child was gonna kill her when he found out.

Anything?

I'm afraid we're gonna have to ask for a DNA test, Mr. Blackman.

There's enough evidence to consider you a person of interest.

- Evidence? What evidence? - We have a statement from your wife...

that says the day Miss Santoro vanished, you left her a message

confessing that you had done something you felt terribly guilty about.

Is she out of her mind? Yes, I left her a message,

because I wanted to tell her the truth about the affair!

Miss Santoro was three months pregnant, Mr. Blackman.

No.

Wait. That's not possible.

She called 911...

about the time she should have arrived back at the cabin.

What?

What? 911?

Mr. Blackman, you're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Everything you say could be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney,

have him present with you while being questioned.

If you cannot afford an attorney we will point one...

She's pregnant, Eric.

The symptoms were there. It just never crossed my mind.

So far it's a circumstantial case. They have no evidence against you.

They're gonna let you go for a while, but this will give us time to build the defense.

Your wife's statement about the phone call you made to her...

- it's not helping. - I mean, this is crazy, Eric.

I called her to set things straight, to tell her about everything.

You're gonna have to stay in this area for a while until we get this straightened out.

- I know. - Are you sure you want to do this?

It's not a good idea.

As your attorney, I'm advising you against it.

This could all play against you.

Hey, girl.

Come on over here. Thatta girl.

I miss her too.

...the flood damaged crops will cost more,

and that rain will delay harvest in the Southern part of the US.

- How long have you known Sherman? - Long enough to do him a favor.

Yeah, well...

- he says you're a stand up guy. - He exaggerates.

- You used to work for the Police Department? - Years ago.

And now to our next story.

A New York horror writer by the name of Blake Blackman is the official suspect

in the disappearance of his lover, Angelica Santoro,

a book illustrator who went missing days ago in Wyoming County, West Virginia.

Sources report the married suspect agreed to take a polygraph test, which he failed.

This is the fourth missing persons case in the Castle Rock area.

Lie detector test, huh? Not a smart move.

You may write about sinister things, but it don't mean you are sinister.

People tend to confuse fiction with reality. And that's what you're up against.

Finding a missing persons is one of the hardest things,

especially after the first 48 hours.

It could take a day.

It could take a lifetime.

Yes, he should be here at any moment.

I understand that. But it took us five months to get him to come up here.

I think the board should reconsider its decision, sir.

I understand. Yes, Kaufman is here. We have the paperwork ready.

Okay? I'll call you when we're done.

They're going ahead with it.

This isn't fair. They just want to get rid of him because of the bad press.

Well, you know the board. They're not gonna take that risk.

Screw the board, Eric. I know this guy for 10 years.

He's my friend! What do you want me to do?

I want you to let him go.

No, it's not a fair decision, but it's the correct one.

And there's too much of a risk for the company.

You've got to let him go, Sherman.

You don't have to do this. If you just finish writing your last book then maybe...

I'm done. Finished. I don't care, Sherman.

Don't you get it? I don't wanna write. I wanna go back and find her.

Blake, it's been five months. You've got to let her go.

Let the police and Melbourne do their job.

He isn't doing shit. They still think I did it.

The divorce left me almost bankrupt,

but I still got enough to survive.

I won't stop till I find her, Sherman.

- Come on. - I can't.

Listen, you've been a really good friend.

- I'll always be grateful for that. - Stay in the cabin for as long as you need.

Melbourne's a good guy, and you can trust him.

Yeah.

You can hand these out.

You never know.

Come on, girl.

- Melbourne, what's up? - Listen, I need you to go see someone.

Hey, folks. How you doing?

Here's a picture of my girlfriend. She's been missing for a while.

I'd like you to keep a copy of this, ask some of your friends.

- Mr. Blackman? - Yeah.

May I?

Straight down the hallway.

He's waiting on ya.

It's okay, buddy.

And now, do you know why you're here, Mr. Blackman?

- Melbourne told me to come see you. - He did, huh? What else did he say?

That it was urgent.

Urgent.

Guns.

How many innocent people...

killed by 'em.

What's happening in this country?

Children... children are killing other children.

All these shootings at schools, God.

They're just babies.

It's unbearable.

And now there's people missing in my town,

Mr. Blackman.

- I know who you are. - Oh, yeah? Who?

You're Seagrass Lambert. You own all the coal mines in the area.

First boy that went missing was your grandson, James Lambert.

Vanished February 19th around 3:00 p.m., on his way home from school.

Last person that saw him was the school bus driver.

It was a Friday.

It was a Friday and I promised him we'd go fishing.

My only grandson...

has disappeared.

Gone!

Gone from the face of the earth,

leaving no trace.

- Why am I here? - Because the whole world thinks

that you had something to do with your girlfriend's disappearance.

The police think you did it.

The entire town thinks you did it, except for Melbourne.

And lucky for you...

damn lucky for you, I like Melbourne.

- I trust him. - You still haven't answered my question.

Melbourne says that...

you need this.

Maybe the cases are...

connected.

Is that what this is about?

Well, Melbourne's wrong. I'm not looking for a handout.

- I'll see myself out. - Bullshit.

We all know what you did in New York.

By the time this is all done, you'll be so damn broke,

you'll be begging for money.

Don't be so proud.

Take it. A gift.

Police haven't found anything yet.

If you trace who did it,

there's a chance you might find out who took my boy.

Hope.

That's all I got.

Hope.

I don't mean to be disrespectful.

No photos...

- of your boy? - No.

It's so painful.

I appreciate the gesture, but, uh...

- still I'm gonna pass. - Melbourne was right about you.

How's that?

He's been.

They had what you have...

the will to never give up.

If you need anything...

people in this town owe me.

Sir.

One more thing.

No one ever asked for ransom.

They never asked for a dime.

So the motive can't be money, can it?

I wore this when I was pregnant with twins.

There. That's better.

Oh... Oh, I'm sure it's a boy.

It's just gotta be a boy!

You are huge!

Angie.

Angie.

I'm not a monster.

It's just that...

Leonard, he don't like the boys running off.

It's so... it's so easy for young boys to get hurt.

And that's right.

And we even got bear traps out there.

Bear traps?

Huge bear traps...

out there in the woods.

You understand... you understand, Angie, don't you?

Yeah.

I understand, Margaret.

Shh. Hush!

What?

Nothing. My food ready yet?

Yes, it is.

It's on the table, you blind fool!

Guys, here.

- Ah! Oh. - A... Angie? Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah. Don't worry about me. You guys eat.

Quick, before she comes down.

I'm sorry, Mr. Blackman, but we already told you.

Dr. Morris cannot discuss his patient's information with anyone.

- I understand that, but please... - We've been through this, remember?

You must address your concerns with the police, not us.

This is my girlfriend we're talking about. She was pregnant with my baby.

Please, I'm begging you. It's been 5 months and the police haven't found anything!

Mr Blackman, we can't help you!

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Right.

Yeah.

I understand.

Yes, sir. We'll do that.

Bye.

FBI?

They're ready to step in.

- Anything? - Afraid not, sir.

It's been months and no leads.

Those boys, Thompson, what a nightmare.

Blackman's case ain't helping us either.

He's a well-known writer. People are digging into it.

- Melbourne still helping him? - As far as I know, yes.

That old fox.

- Son of a bitch, he's good. - You want me to talk to him?

- I can call him. - Nah, never mind.

Truth is we've got nothing on Blackman.

Phone records indicate that the victim's 911 call

was made nowhere near the cabin.

What about that gas station kid, Tommy?

He remembers nothin.' Just her SUV getting gas that day.

These cases are getting as cold as the weather.

Stay here, girl.

Stay.

- Do you know who I am? - Listen, dude.

I already told the police everything that I know.

Try harder. Are you 100% sure you didn't see anybody else that day?

- Yeah. - Nobody in here inside the store?

- You guys have any security cameras? - Security cameras?

Never mind. It's okay.

Sorry.

What pump did she use that day?

Pump one, the same one that you're at.

Hey. What about the diesel pump area?

- No. - Anybody fixing any cars or tires?

Not... I don't know.

Wait. Wait. I remember seeing a white Chevy.

What kind of Chevy?

It was an old white Impala with a, um, flat tire.

But it was way before your girlfriend came in.

Are you sure it was an Impala?

Yeah. It was old, like from the '60s, and it was rusty.

All right. Well, did you see who was driving it?

- No. - You sure?

Yeah.

Well, did you tell the police?

- No. - So I'm the only one that knows.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Oh! May I help you?

I need to search for vehicles registered in the '60s.

- Ma'am, please. I'm in a hurry. - Aren't you that fella that I have seen?

Yes, I am.

- And who is that? - That's Brandi.

Oh.

Well, you go to the room at the end of the hallway.

Now, we have a lot of old cars in this town. Good luck.

Uh-uh-uh, you leave her here.

Brandi, stay.

Good girl.

I told ya. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

- Yeah, exactly. - What were you looking for anyway?

1960s white Chevy Impala. I mean, I don't even know what I'm looking for.

White Impala.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I wish you had told me that at the beginning, young man.

You know, I am pretty sure that Margaret and Leonard Cunnings have one.

It's from the '60s,

- and it's a rusty white Impala. - Cunnings. Who are they?

Well, they're folks that live in an old farmhouse,

you know, that was passed down through the generations.

You know, I haven't seen much of them since the mudslide.

Those poor little boys.

What do you mean?

It was awful.

Probably nobody thinks of it anymore. I mean it has been 30 years.

But they had twin boys.

They were really cute.

1976.

Yeah, that was the coldest winter we have ever had.

Yeah. They went out to the lagoon behind the farm,

they fell through the ice, and they both drowned.

Oh.

They had to drag

those two little bodies through the water.

It was terrible!

Yeah. I guess...

I guess that's why they never got rid of that old Impala.

Margaret used to drive those boys to school in it

- every day. - Where do they live?

Folks say they don't like visitors if you know what I mean.

Ma'am, please, it's important.

Well, off Black Fork Road.

After you cross over Route 5 there's a big old gate.

You know, once in a blue moon I see Leonard driving by town.

Oh, well, forget it. Forget it. You better drive up there tomorrow.

I mean, it is way in the middle of nowhere.

Thompson, I'm on my way to the Cunnings farm. You gotta follow this lead.

Hey, don't go there, Blackman. This is police business.

Shit.

Come on. Come on.

Got it.

Why are they barking like that?

Somebody's outside.

Can't you read? The sign says "Private Property."

Hush!

Some beautiful dogs you got there.

I'm looking for Mrs. Cunnings, Margaret Cunnings.

- What for? - I'm a car collector.

Someone in town told me about your wife's Chevy Impala. She must be a beauty.

- She is. She ain't for sale! - I see.

- Who told you about it? - Mrs. Cornerstone from the courthouse.

- Do I know you? - I don't think so.

I'm just passing by, you know, driving through the coal mine areas

looking for good deals on antique cars that I can restore.

Brandi?

That's my dog! Brandi?

Oh, my God. Help!

Help! We're here! Oh, my God. Brandi?

Brandi, girl! Help!

Anyway, we better be going.

Too bad she's not for sale.

Brandi! Help! We're here!

Help! We're here! Help!

Help! We're here! Help! Please!

You little whore!

Do you want something bad to happen to our baby?

Who's that jasper? Don't rightly know.

There's something not right about that boy.

I don't like it.

- Thompson, this time you gotta hear me out. - Mr. Blackman, we'll look into it.

But you don't understand, I went there. These people are hiding something.

You went all the way to the Cunnings farm?

Yes. I went to the property and Cunnings held a gun on me the whole time.

- I mean, come on, who does that? - Mr. Blackman, this is West Virginia,

and you trespassed private property.

Now, I thought we were clear that we check into it.

I'm concerned that you drove all the way up there and harass these people

just because they own a old Chevy.

You're not gonna do anything about it, huh, Thompson? It's... it's unbelievable!

Travis, I'd like to speak with Sheriff McFadden.

- You want me to get the sheriff? - That won't be necessary.

- What if he's right? - What are you saying?

I don't know. All I'm saying is...

maybe we should pay a visit to their old farmhouse.

Black Fork, Castle Rock.

Hey, Steve.

I am so sorry. I didn't realize you officers were out here.

- Ma'am... - Let me put away the dogs.

- Gosh, I hope everything's all right. - Yes. No worries. Mrs. Cunnings, right?

Please, call me Margaret.

I'm Officer Thompson. This is Officer Travis.

Mind if we take a look around a sec, ma'am.

Yes, sure.

Please.

You probably heard the missing person's reports.

Just checking the area.

- Routine call. - Yes, of course.

- You folks own that car outside? - Yes, sir, it's ours.

Is there anybody else in the house with you, Mrs. Cunnings.

Well, my husband, Leonard.

But he ain't here right now. He's done gone to town.

You mind if we take a look around Mrs. Cunnings?

Not at all. I'm just making some blackberry jam.

That's my favorite.

It's all clear.

- What's this? - It's an old attic.

We ain't been up there in years, and I'm sure there isn't anything up there

you all would be interested in.

I'm afraid we're going to have to take a look, if that's okay with you, ma'am.

- Suit yourself. - May I?

Hey, Steve?

I think you should take a look at this.

I think we're done here.

Okay. That was, uh...

did you see that attic?

Gave me the creeps, man.

Ah, well, I... I guess I was wrong.

What?

Something doesn't feel right.

Shh. You be quiet.

Just hush!

They're gone!

Oh, what's wrong with her?

What's wrong with her? I'll tell you what's wrong with her!

You did this to her and now she's having a damn baby!

Wha... oh, shoot!

- Now what are we gonna do? - Damn you, Margaret!

You deal with this! I told you to get rid of her a long time ago!

And I asked you to go get me supplies!

- What a damn loser... - I got nobody!

Melbourne, please tell me you got something.

There's nothing weird about these people. The background check come up clean.

- Anything about an accident? - What are you talking about?

Ah, it's just the lady at the courthouse said they lost their twin boys about 30 years ago.

- They fell through the ice and drown. - Drown?

Yeah. In a lagoon on their property.

I went there. These people are not friendly.

Is that lagoon on the back of the property?

Ah, southeast end.

They even have a graveyard there. You know what's weird?

Brandi, Angie's dog found a baseball the day before she disappeared.

- Where? - In the woods.

And Angie swore there was somebody out there.

I remember you mentioned something about that in your police report.

What's really weird, the ball just came down the stairs out of nowhere.

Has the initials TB written on it. Does that sound familiar at all?

TB. No.

Must be losing it.

Melbourne, listen, I gotta go.

Do me a favor, meet me in an hour at the cabin.

Blake, don't do anything stupid. Let's go to McFadden first.

Great.

Oh, my God. Come on, Angie. You can do this. You can do this.

You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

Boys, quick!

Okay. Okay.

Stay down. Shh.

She's coming! Quick! Don't move! Don't move!

Don't... shit. Ah!

Shh.

Don't you go having my baby boy now!

You just stay right here! I gotta go get some things.

And don't move!

- Quick! - Are you okay?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Sweetie...

Come here. Listen up. Jimmy, you see that window?

Okay, I want you to do something for me.

Tobias Barrette. Holy shit!

Come on, Sherman. You said it was here. Bingo.

Listen, this is very important. You understand?

We need to know that you are 100% certain

that you saw that Chevy that day.

I... I'm sure. I remember now.

They come in to fix a flat tire in the rain.

Did you see the driver?

No, sir. The windows were all fogged up.

Okay. Thanks, Tom. You can go now. Tell your father I said hi.

Travis...

make sure none of this leaks to the press.

Yes, sir.

How'd we miss this?

I'll revise his original statement.

I guess he just forgot to mention it.

This ain't good.

I'll say this.

We've kept a close eye on Blackman.

It's been five months and the man is still here searching for her.

Sir, the man still has her dog.

What kind of suspect does that?

Leonard and Margaret Cunnings.

Get me a map of their property.

Done.

Gotta be a link somewhere.

Call the board.

You are not going to believe this.

The sales for Blackman's books are through the roof.

This whole thing about him being a prime suspect

has caused the morbid readers to buy like crazy.

You serious?

Nasty.

What the...

Tobias Barrette.

Sherman, it's Melbourne. Buddy, listen up.

Did you tell Blackman where that old rifle is?

Well, yeah.

I think I mentioned in the upstairs closet.

Why?

This is it.

- They own 100 acres of farmland. - There's a lagoon in there.

Didn't their boys die 30 years ago in that accident?

- The beds in the attic. - They fell through the ice.

- The lagoon was frozen. - Perfect place.

To drown evidence.

I'm sorry. The sheriff is busy. Mr. Melbourne, you can't go in there!

- I'm sorry, sheriff. - It's okay, Nancy.

You want to get in more trouble, Melbourne? Stay out of this.

- I need to show you something. - Just because his publisher hired you

doesn't mean you can interfere with a police investigation.

- Russ, we need to talk. - About Blackman?

No. Toby Barrette.

- Where'd you get this? - I'll tell you all about it in the car,

but we don't have much time. Blackman's on his way to Cunnings and he's got a gun.

- Sheriff, the FBI. - Ah, shit.

- Put them through. - No, sir. They're here,

two officers downstairs, and they want to speak to you.

Go ahead. I'll take care of this. Take all units with you.

Go!

And Melbourne.

Put this on. Come here. Quick, quick, quick, before they come in.

You okay? Okay. Go!

- Jimmy, I don't wanna do this. - Listen, you have to do this, you hear me?

This is the only chance we may have. Come on, Jimmy's going to help you.

- Come on, Emmett. She's right. - You can do this.

- A... Angie, what about you? - Don't worry about me.

I can't. If they find out they'll hit us!

They won't find out. If you hurry up, they won't find out. Go! Go!

Run! Run, don't stop until you reach the highway, you hear me?

They're coming down! Go! Go!

Run! Run!

Shit! Leonard! She's let them out!

Quick! Put out the dogs!

I knew you had to die.

Now, I'm gonna make sure you have a stillborn son!

- No! - You bitch!

- You boys all right? Where'd you come from? - The basement window. The lady let us out?

- What lady? - The pregnant lady!

- Where? Tell me where she is! - In the basement on the farm!

Boys, listen to me.

I want you to run as fast as you can till you reach the highway, do you hear me?

Don't look back. Just go and find help. Run!

Drop it!

You got my boys, and I want my boys.

They never were your boys!

Oh, my leg!

- ...all comfortable now? - Leave me alone! Leave me alone!

I hope so! I'm gonna tell you why.

No! Help!

You and that bastard little child of yours

are gonna feel some real pain!

No!

'Cause I'm gonna give you a real C-section!

Oh, my...

- I got you! - No! No! No!

- Let me go! No! - I gotcha!

Hey, Melbourne. Good to have you back.

Just like old times.

Everything okay?

I need to find Blackman!

Sir! They found them! They found the boys!

Two of them are alive.

Sir, one is your grandson.

Jimmy.

You're gonna be okay. I gotcha. I gotcha.

I cannot have this baby!

Please, God, I can't have this baby now!

Please, God, don't let me have this baby now! Please!

No! No! No!

You!

But I killed you!

Angie!

I'm here, it's me. It's me. I'm here.

It's all right, baby. I'm here.

- Paramedics! - You didn't give up on me.

- I didn't give up. - You didn't give up on me.

I didn't give up, baby.

- Blackman! - Paramedics! Call the paramedics!

- I'm having a baby. - Call the paramedics!

It's the paramedics.

She's pregnant. She's having the baby.

Hey, it's gonna be okay. You'll be okay now.

Oh, my leg!

Look, officer.

That man!

He's one of my boys all growed up.

Angie, you can do this.

Be strong. Come on. Be strong. We're almost there.

We're losing her. We need to get this baby out now!

- No, we gotta get her to the hospital! - Calm down, okay. Just try to stay calm, okay?

Listen to me. I need you to push as hard as you can, okay?

You can do this. I need you to push.

Listen to me. I love you so much.

You can do this for me, please.

Here it goes. Here it goes.

Okay, I see the baby's head. Come on, just a little bit more, okay?

Give me one good push.

- Here we go. - One more, come on.

Good job. Keep going.

It's a girl.

Angie.

Let me see. Let me see.

I'm so proud of you.

I made something worth it. I made something worth it.

Yes, you did.

Angie? What's happening?

She's in V-tac. Get the paddles.

Angie!

All right. Stand back. Stand back.

Charging.

- Stand clear. Push to shock. - Clear.

- Push to shock. - Clear.

Clear!

- Come on. Come on. - Go one more.

Charging.

Clear.

Push to shock.

We got her. She's back.

Angie.

Thank God.