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(ponderous music)

- Max, stop it!
- (imitating): Max, stop it!

Let's race. - No!

- You don't wanna race 'cause
you know you won't win! Loser.

- Because you cheat!

- Hey, Eric. Come here.

- That's Brandy, the
Steelbacks' dog.

- Brandy! Brandy!
Come here, girl!

- What are you doing?
- Come here, Brandy.

- Hi, puppy! Hi!

What are you doing out here
all by yourself, girl?

What are you doing? Awww!

Hi, puppy. Hi! Hi!

Awww. (drill whirs)

Max, what are you doing?!
- Come here, you stupid mutt!

- Don't hurt her! Max, stop it!

- Come on, Brandy! Move.

- No, don't hurt her!

- Boys!
- Get off me!

- Shut up! I'm gonna beat
you so bad that even Mom

won't recognize you!
- Boys! Max, you stop it!

- He started it!
- Hun, you OK?

- Yeah.
- Are you sure?

- Yeah. I'm OK, Mrs. Nolan.

- You need to tell

your mother that he treats
you like that, sweetie.

Brothers are supposed to
be good to one another.

- He's my half-brother.
- Still!

He shouldn't be
allowed to bully you.

OK?

- Eric tried to start
a fight with me.

- That's not true. He tried
to hurt the Steelbacks' dog.

- Eric! What have
I told you about

fighting with your brother?
- He started it!

- And he told Mrs.
Nolan all kinds of

bad stuff about me.
- No, I didn't!

- Great, Eric! Now I'm gonna
have to deal with that bitch

griping about what a bad mom I am.
Is that what you want?

- I never said anything.
- You know,

if you want to go swimming, you
better put your swimsuits on.

- Stop it, asshat.

- Briana. Briana. Hi.

Yeah. Hi. - Hey.

Barbara.

- I just wanted to let you
know about something...

- Yeah, yeah. Hold on a second.
Boys!

Go sit on the side of the
pool until I'm done here.

- Yeah, no,

I came out to water my
plants, and I saw Max

straddling Eric and just...
punching him in the face.

- Just boys being boys.
Roughhousing.

- Yeah, no, not really.
See, I raised three boys,

and I know roughhousing.

This was much more serious.

- Max, Mom said we were supposed
to stay on the side of the pool.

- Boys! Get out of the pool!

God. Uh, listen, Barbara,
I appreciate you

coming over and talking to
me about this and I'll talk

to them about it later, 'kay?
Have a good day.

- No, look. You know, if
you ever feel overwhelmed,

or just need a break, call me.

I'd be happy to
come over and sit.

- Yeah, you've told me that
before, I think. I appreciate it.

Have a good rest of your day.
Yeah.

- OK. Bye.

- (sighing): Mind your own
business, you old bat.

- Eric, watch how it's done.

(tense music)

(muffled bang)

(ominous music)

- You boys playing nice?

- We're diving for pennies.

- OK. Great.

(ethereal singing)

- Oh, God, baby, please don't
die, please don't die!

Is he gonna die? - Clear!

- Oh, God!

Baby, please don't die!

- Let's take him
to the ambulance.

- Is he gonna be OK?

(sobbing)

Eric?

Come over here. Now.

Pay your respects
to your brother.

- (aggressively): Tell
him you miss him.

- I miss you.

- Tell him what's been
going on in your life.

- I've been going to the
park, and swimming.

Oh,

and I also played with
the Steelbacks' dog.

Mr. Steelback was
walking her last night.

- We miss you very much.

The house feels
empty without you.

(sigh)

(kissing sound)

(tragic music swells)

Say goodbye to your brother!

- Bye.

- OK, here it comes.

Oh! You OK? - Yeah.

- I hit your shin. You
gotta be ready for it!

You're supposed to catch
it, not run away from it!

Yeah! Good job!

Oh.

Good job, princess!

OK. Good job!

Gotta keep your eye on the ball.
- OK, Dad.

- Thanks!

(Snap!) - Ah!

- Hey!

Are you OK? - Yeah, I'm OK.

- Who are you here with?
- I'm by myself.

- You wanna try a few?
- Sure!

- OK. Alright! I think
I got an extra mitt

around here somewhere.

- Hi!
- Hi!

(ominous music)

(children calling indistinctly)

- Nice!

OK. We're gonna call it a day.

Kaylee, honey,

we're gonna go soon. - OK, Dad.

- Why do we have to stop?
- Well,

we're gonna barbecue tonight.

I still gotta stop by the
store on the way home.

- Oh.

- What did you say
your name was, again?

- Eric.
- Well, Eric,

won't you have to get
home for dinner too?

Your mom and dad are gonna
wonder where you are.

- I don't have a dad.

He left right after I was born.

- Oh, I see.

You live with your mom?

- I used to live
with my brother too,

and then he drowned in our pool.

- Oh, boy. That's terrible.

I think I remember
seeing that in the news.

Bet that's really hard
on you and your mom.

- Not really.

- You know what, Eric?
Kaylee and I,

we're gonna be out here again
on Saturday afternoon.

If you'd like to practice
with us, all you have to do

is show up. How's that sound?

- OK!
- 'Kay.

Kaylee, honey?

Come on, help me clean up.
- OK, Dad.

- I'll help her.
- Thanks.

Everything goes in the bag.

- Do you have any
brothers or sisters?

- No.
- So where do you guys live?

- On Marigold street.
- Where's that?

Um, so is it far away?
- No. Sometimes we walk here.

- What's your address?
- I dunno. Why?

- Well, maybe I could
come over and play!

I could bring my remote control
cars, and we could race them.

- That'd be fun!
- So how do I know

which house is yours?
- There's stones at the bottom,

a gray door, and
two red flowers.

- Kaylee!

- Awww!
- Hello there!

- Awww!

He's so friendly! - That's Duke.

What are you doing out
here all by yourself?

- Nothing.

- Is something wrong
with your bike?

- Uh, no. I was just
about to go home.

My dad's barbecuing.
- Mmm, sounds yummy.

Can we come? - No,

but I could skip the barbecue
and come to your house.

- You're so cute. But Duke and
I already have dinner plans.

Maybe next time! Enjoy
your barbecue, honey.

- Bye, Duke!

- Hey! Hey!

You forgot your phone.

- Mom?

- Leave me alone.

- Are we gonna eat dinner?

- Did you take your
brother's bike to the park?

- Yes.

- Don't you ever, ever

touch his things, do
you understand me?

- He can't use them any...

- THEY'RE HIS THINGS!
Understand?

(nerve wracking music)

(clattering)

(doorbell rings)

- Hi, Eric. Is your mom here?

- She's sleeping.

- Well, have you had supper yet?
- No.

- Well, I made you some taco...
- We want it!

- Oh, good.

Here.

Now, where does your
mom keep the forks?

- Uhh, in that drawer.
- Here?

- What are you
doing in my house?

- Oh, I was just...
- I want you out.

- Briana,

calm down. I made dinner for...

- You always meddle in
everyone's business!

- What?
- You were so worried

about how Eric was being
mistreated by Max, and now look!

Look what happened!

My son would still be alive
if it weren't for you.

- What?! What are
you talking about?

The boys were both
fine when I left.

- It's true, Mom, we were.
- ERIC!

The adults are talking.

You distracted me.

If I hadn't been so rattled
by you complaining about Max,

I would have been watching,

and I would have
seen him go under!

- Hey, now. Look. Be reasonable.

Max's death was an accident.
It was nobody's fault.

- It's your fault!

It should have been you.

- Oh my God. How can you
say such a terrible thing?

- Oh. You're so worried

about Eric.

And what, now you're worried
that he's not getting enough of

whatever this crap is?

You should just
take him with you.

- That might not be
such a bad idea.

I can tell you've been drinking.

- That's what you
wanted, isn't it?

That's what you've
wanted all along.

- Of course not. Look, I...
I don't think you know

what you're saying right now.
- I let you take

one of my sons away. I'm not
gonna let you take another.

- Eric, honey?

I think your mom needs
some time alone.

Would you like to come spend
the night at my house?

- He's staying right here.

- I can go with her if...
- ERIC! QUIET.

- Look. Briana, really.

Don't you think it's better
for everybody if he just

comes over to my house. It's
right across the street.

You can pick him up later.

- I don't need to get him later,

'cause he's not going anywhere.

- Look. He can either come
with me now, to my house,

for the night, or I'm calling the
police the minute I walk out

that door. It's your choice.

- Get. Out.

- Well,

we'll see what the police
have to say about this later.

(ominous music building)

(Bang!) - Ah!

(breathing heavily)

- Barbara?

DON'T TOUCH HER! She's dead!

It's YOUR fault! You shouldn't
have let her in here!

Stay here.

- Mom, where are you going?
- I said STAY HERE!

Don't answer the phone,
don't answer the door.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Nolan.

It's not your fault Max is dead.

I did it.

(Mrs. Nolan gulping and moaning)

(heart-pounding music)

Eric.

Get... help.

(breathing heavily)

(car door closing)

- Help me drag her. NOW, ERIC!

- She's not dead

(tense music)

(Mrs. Nolan gasping)

- Cover your eyes.

(suspenseful music)

♪♪♪

(panting)

Take your gloves off. Put
them in your pocket.

- How are we gonna get back?

- The bus.

(breathing heavily)

Now, listen to me.

You can't tell anybody what
happened here tonight.

Never, ever, ever, ever.

If someone asks if Mrs.
Nolan came over tonight,

you say she came over, she
dropped off the food,

and she left.

If they ask if we got into
an argument, you say no.

I was in the shower
when she came over.

Did Mrs. Nolan
come over tonight?

Did her and I get
into an argument?

Where was I when she
dropped off the food?

- In the shower?

(sighs heavily)

- Good boy.

This is serious.

If you tell anybody
anything else, they'll come

and they'll take you away and
they'll put you in prison.

You'll be in a tiny cell
with a bed and a toilet

and nothing else.
No books, no food,

no toys. You'll be cold
and hungry and all alone,

and it makes people
lose their minds. 'Kay?

Come here.

And don't feel bad about Mrs.
Nolan.

She was a bad person.

She wanted to take you away from me.
And we'd never,

ever see each other again.

We can't let her do that.

Separate us.

It's just you and me now, and
we have to stick together.

(creepy music)

(cheerful chatter)

- What school do
you go to, Eric?

- Eisenhower. I'm gonna
be in the fourth grade.

- Well, Eric, I'm the
new baseball coach

at Eisenhower this year. I'd
love to have you on the team.

- I can't play on a team.

People will make fun of me.

- Why would you say that?

- Max said I suck at sports.

- Well, I'm gonna
have to disagree.

I think you might
have a real talent.

- Me too, right, Dad?
- Yes, you too, sweetheart.

- High fives. Up!

High fives, high fives!

- Hey. Get your jacket.
Let's go.

- Where are we going?
- Come on.

- (sighing heavily): Ugh.

Doesn't anyone steal
cars anymore?

(sighing): Well,

her purse is gone. That's good.

- How is that good?

- Because, if someone steals her
purse and uses her credit cards

or ATM cards, the cops
are gonna think that

that's the person that killed
her, and they won't suspect us.

- Mom...

are we gonna go to jail?

- No, sweetie.

Not as long as you
keep our secret.

(scared panting)

- (echoing nightmare
voice): ERIC.

Why didn't you help me that day?

- Because...

you were mean to me, and Mom
always liked you the best.

- She still likes me best.

- So?

- So, what's she gonna say when
she finds out you let me die?

- Nothing. Because
she'll never know.

- Mrs. Nolan will tell her.

- Mrs. Nolan's dead too.

- No. She's not.

She's right there.

(creepy crescendo)

(panting in terror)

- AAAAAAGH!

(school bell ringing)

(children chattering)

- Good job!

OK, Eric. Yep. Hold up, Tyson.

OK. You have to make sure
your feet are in line

with the pitcher, like I showed you.
Remember?

Right? Bend your knees. Bend your knees.
Right. And be loose.

OK. Eye on the ball.

OK, Tyson, let 'er rip!

- Run, run, run!
- He sucks.

- Yeah. He should
be playing T-ball.

- Hey. Cut it out, you two.

Hey! Good job today, sport!

Way to go.

It's getting kinda late.

Shouldn't you be at home?

- I don't wanna go home.

- You don't wanna go home.
Why not?

Your mom's gonna be
worried about you.

- No, she isn't.

- Hey. Where's your helmet?

You know you need a helmet
if you're under 12.

- Will I go to jail?

- (laughing): No! You're
not going to go to jail.

But you could fall down.
You could hurt yourself.

- What's going on? Who are you?

- Hi! I'm Michael Davis, one of
the teachers at Eric's school.

- Yeah.
- I'm also his baseball coach.

- Well, I'm his mother,
Briana Wilson.

- Oh, nice to meet you.
Well, I, uh...

I noticed he wasn't
wearing his helmet,

so, just thought I'd
give him a lift home

and just let you know that it's
mandatory for kids his age...

- Yeah, yeah. He has a helmet.
He must have just forgotten it.

What have I told you about
remembering your helmet? Huh?

Anyways, thank you. For this.

- OK. Well, maybe we'll catch
you at one of the games.

- Yeah.

(loud music)

♪♪♪

- Gin.
- Sure.

- Ha. I meant what
are you drinkin'.

- Whatever you're buying.

(hushed music)

- I'm here in the
Kern Campground area,

where the body of a woman
was discovered this morning

in a ditch off one of the side roads.
Our source says

the woman is believed to be
in her mid-50s to early 60s.

It is unclear at this time
whether the woman died here,

or if her body was dumped here.

(sobbing)

- He's stealing home! Put it in!

- Coach Davis? Are you gonna
be at the park on Saturday?

- No, not this weekend.

It's Kaylee's birthday. We're
taking her to Piper's Place.

- The play place with all
the cool stuff to climb on?

- Hmm-hmm.
- Can I go with you?

- What did you tell him?
- Well,

I told him, "Maybe
some other time."

- Was he disappointed?
- Oh. Yeah. Very.

I mean, you gotta see his mom.

I bet she's never taken
him anyplace fun.

- Well, maybe it wouldn't be such
a bad thing for him to tag along.

- Really?

- Yeah! I mean, Kaylee
really seems to like him,

and I wouldn't mind a chance
just to see how he's doing.

Sometimes it's hard for kids

to talk about losing a family member.
It might be just

what he needs.

- This is a really nice house.

- I bought it after my parents
died with the money they left.

My ex thought he'd take half.

But he didn't.

- I've never lived in a house.
(Briana chuckling)

- Really? Where have you lived?
In a cardboard box?

- In a mobile home.

I travel so much,

I don't wanna be tied down.

- Move around, what, for work?

- Well, sometimes
for work, yeah.

Mostly I just go for
the hell of it.

I get in my RV, I just, uh...

go where the road takes me.

Yeah. Nobody knows who I am,
where I am, what I'm doing...

I'm a ghost.

- A ghost that can disappear?

- And reappear. Whenever I want.

- (whispering): Boo.

(grunting)

- Yeah, baby. Yeah. (moaning)

Yeah, baby, just like that.
(bed creaking)

Just like that. (moaning)

(doorbell rings)

- Stay here.

Who are you?

- Michael Davis.

We met last week. I'm
your son's coach.

- Oh. What do you want?

- Hi, Coach!
- Hey, kiddo.

My wife and I are taking my
daughter today for her birthday

to Piper's Place, and we'd like
to invite Eric to come along.

- Mom, please?

- No. Eric's busy today, sorry.

- Well, you know, we'd cover all the costs.
And it would mean a lot to my daughter.

And of course, my wife, Sherry,
is gonna help supervise.

- Mom, please let me go!

I will do anything you want for
the rest of your life! Please!

- Sure. Fine.
- Thank you, thank you!

- OK, OK. Go get your jacket.

- Bye, Mom!

- I'll have him back by nine.

I sure wonder what
that's all about.

- Did you know her? Barbara?
- Barbara?

The woman that lived
in that house.

(police scanner chatter)

- No.

- Have fun.

- Thanks.

- ♪ Let's go, let's go

♪ Goin' out tonight

- Oh, come on, this is amazing!
- Wow!

Look at this place! - Wow!

- Um, hey, Kaylee, I
got this for you.

It's a birthday gift.
- Cool! Thanks!

Mom, can you hold this for me?

- Eric, that was so sweet!
Is this one of your toys?

- It was Max's.

- OK...

- (police scanner): 14-33.

(neighbours muttering nervously)

- Officer. Hi.

Um, what's going on? Is she OK?

- We've recovered her car.
- Really? Where?

And what about her?

Is she the one that you
found in the campground?

- I'm not at liberty
to say right now.

But somebody will be
making a statement

on the six o'clock news. - OK.

Hey. Hey!

Wake up!

Wake up!

(laughing): Come on, let's go.
- Where are you going?

- We're gonna go check
out that RV of yours.

Get up.

- I bet you really
miss your brother.

No? - He was mean to me.

- In what ways?

- Just mean. All the time.

- I'm sure that's
hard on your mother.

- She cries every day.

She liked him the best,

but now he's gone, so,
it's just me and her.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

Sometimes it can take
people a long time

to move through the sadness
they feel after someone dies.

- I know.

I get really sad
when people die too,

just not when Max died.

- You know somebody
else who died?

Who?

- I dunno.

(clearing throat)
- What do you want?

- Uh, chili cheese fries
and an ice cream.

- And an ice cream?! Mm,

what about, a corn dog
and chili cheese fries.

- OK.
- (laughing): OK.

- There she is. Beauty.

She's got everything
you need to live.

You can go off the
grid in style.

- You can just park this,

like, off-road? Like, in
the middle of the woods?

- Sure. Middle of the
woods, on a beach...

That's where we should go.

Mexico.

Playa del Carmen.

- Can this thing even
make it to Mexico?

- Please, woman.

This has seen more of the
countryside than you have.

- So, you gonna
offer me a drink?

- You want a drink?

(loud music; kids exclaiming)

- He talked to me a
little about his brother.

I was surprised.
- What did he say?

- Just that he didn't miss him.

I mean, I guess his brother
was sort of mean to him.

He didn't elaborate.

But he did say that Max was
his mother's favourite.

- That... is just...
heartbreaking.

- I also get the
sense this isn't

his first time
dealing with death.

- I don't think his mom's in
any shape to take care of him.

You saw her.

- This is the area where
police have located the car

belonging to Barbara
Nolan, the Carson Heights

grandmother of two who went
missing two weeks ago.

Police are still waiting for
identification of the body

believed to be that of the
55 year old accountant,

found a few miles
from Kern Campground.

Our source at the department
says we can expect

to receive that confirmation
by tomorrow night.

(sigh)

- I can't believe you
guys are hungry.

You just spent the entire
day eating junk food!

Let's come up to bed.

- Goodnight, sweetie.
- Goodnight.

- Did you have fun today?
- Best day ever.

Can I stay the night?

- You wanna sleep here?

Uh... Buddy,

I told your mom I was gonna
have you home by nine.

- She won't care.

- I tell you what. When I
take you home, we'll ask her.

And if she says yes, we'll make
plans for a sleepover. OK?

(sigh)

- Can we just go
back to your place?

- Eric?

Is there something

you wanna tell me?

Is there a...

a good reason

that you don't like being home?

- No.

(sigh) (tense music)

- Heyyy!

Hey!

Did you have fun at the arcade?

Did you tell anyone our secret?

Good boy.

They found Mrs. Nolan's
car this morning.

We wanted it to get stolen.
'Cause if it was stolen,

someone else's fingerprints
would be in it.

It's OK. As long as you
kept on your gloves,

no one will ever know
you were in that car.

I wanted her body to be
dragged away and eaten

by some wild animal, but with
my luck, that didn't happen.

It's OK.

Mommy's got a plan to take us

far, far away from here.

- You mean we're moving?

I don't wanna move!

- Don't worry! I have
everything handled.

- I'M NOT MOVING!

- Eric.

- I'M STAYING HERE
AND THAT'S FINAL!

- No, you're not!

- I'M NOT MOVING!

- Listen. Eric.

I was talking to the police today.
They're getting really

close to figuring out that
you and I killed Mrs. Nolan.

- You killed her, not me.

- Well, you and I both drove
her to that campground, now,

didn't we? And I
wouldn't have had to do

anything if you didn't
invite her over.

She wanted to take you away,
do you remember that?

Do you want the
police to come here,

take you away and
put you in jail?

- I don't care anymore.

- (scoffs): Yeah, you do.

Look, when I said
we were going away,

I meant on a vacation, OK?

For like a week, that's it.

To somewhere really cool.

- Where?
- Well, I can't tell you

because it's a surprise.
But I can tell you

that there's lots of pools,
and there's a theme park...

(whispering): and a
life-size mouse.

- Disney World.
- Yes!

Aren't you happy? You
always want to go there.

- You say that we're
gonna go all the time,

and then we never do.
- Well, this time I mean it.

OK?

Mmmmmwah. Goodnight.

Sleep tight. Don't let
the bedbugs bite.

- She can go by herself.

- Knock, knock.

Got a minute?
- Yeah, come on in.

- Sorry to interrupt.
I got a question

to ask you about new
recess equipment.

- Oh, no. I was just, uh...

Just trying to find out a
little more information

on Eric Wilson's brother.

(sigh) - Terrible,
what happened.

- It is. I'm assuming
you've met their mother.

(scoffs) - Oh yes.

- Sounds like she's not
your favourite parent.

- Briana? Hardly.

Max, the one who drowned,

he was in trouble quite a bit.

He'd get sent down to my
office at least once a month.

I'd call her, and she'd
be two hours late

picking him up.

Then she'd tell me I didn't
know how to do my job,

and defend him no
matter what he did.

Etcetera, etcetera.
Always combative.

- What do you know about Eric?
- I didn't really know Eric,

because he rarely
got into trouble.

The teachers always said
he was sweet and quiet.

Smart, but reserved.

- Do you have any idea what
Briana does for a living?

- I'm pretty sure she's
living off a settlement

she received a while back
for a slip or something

in a grocery store.
As far as I know,

she doesn't have a job.
Why do you ask?

- I get a very weird
vibe off her.

- I'm not surprised.

The woman is a little off.

(school bell ringing)

- Hey, buddy!

You know there's no
practice today, right?

- I know.

- Is your mom coming
to pick you up?

- She never picks me up. I
was gonna ride my bike home,

but I forgot my helmet again.

- Alright. Come on,
I'll give you a lift.

- Can we do that sleepover we
talked about tomorrow night?

- Ah, I dunno, pal.

- You promised.

- OK. I tell you what.
We'll ask your mom.

If she says yes, you got a deal.

- Mom, can I go to the coach's
house tomorrow for a sleepover?

- Who's all going, just you?

- No, everyone else on the team.

Everyone's parents

are letting them go, might
seem weird if I can't.

- Fine. Whatever. Go. I
could use some alone time.

- She said yes!

- Oh! OK, great! Well, let
me give her my address.

- Oh, no, I know where you live.
I can just ride

my bike there. It's by the park.
- Hey, Eric!

She needs to know my address
so she knows where you are.

- OK. I will.
- And don't forget to wear

your helmet! - OK, bye!

(mock growling) - So you think

your bears are gonna have fun in the
tent tonight? - Yes, we love camping!

- So if you hang that up,
the bears can't get it?

- Exactly. That's why
they call it a bear bag.

- But what if
Kaylee's teddy bears

get hungry in the
middle of the night?

- Then they can come into
the house and wake us up,

and we'll get it down for them.

- Nice sign, Eric.

- Thanks. Maybe we could hang
it on that tree over there.

- Yeah. (clears throat)

I thought you said you'd
never been camping before.

- I haven't.

- Then how do you know
about Kern Campground?

Is it a secret?

You know, honey,

sometimes keeping secrets can
make us feel achy inside.

If you have a secret like that,
it's good to tell someone.

How about I tell you a secret,
and then you tell me one?

- I can't.

- Is it a bad secret?

- You're supposed to
tell spooky stories.

- Tell me one.

- OK, well,

um...

Oh, I know. How about we
make one up together?

I'll start. We're gonna
tell a spooky story!

- Oh!

- Once upon a time, there was

a haunted house.

And in the haunted house,

there lived a witch

with long black hair

and long black...

fingernails.

And all the children
in the neighbourhood

were afraid of her,

because five years
earlier, she...

- Murdered someone.

- Yeah. Yeah.

(speaking spookily):
She murdered someone

on Halloween!
- Shh, Kaylee's sleeping!

- Or so everyone believed.

And every October,

when the moon was
full in the sky,

and the leaves would fall

from the trees,

all the children avoided

walking by her house,
because she...

- Because she would hit them
with a pan and put their bodies

in the trunk, then drive
them into the woods

and throw them out. And
she'd park the car far away

and leave the purse inside.

Always.

- That's an incredibly
detailed story there, bud.

- Whew! You're a good
storyteller, Eric.

Um, I'm confused though.

Why does she park
the car far away,

and why did she leave
the purse in the car?

- If the car gets
stolen, then...

Well, I don't really know.

But the police never,
ever catch her.

(creepy music)

- I just gotta replace
this timing belt,

and then we're ready to roll!
- How long is that gonna take?

- A couple hours, once
it comes in, but I had

to order one special.
- Well, when's that gonna be?

- Should be Thursday.

- OK. So I'll pick
Eric up from school

on Thursday and then we're out of here.
- Now wait a minute.

You didn't say nothing
about bringing that kid.

- What did you think I was gonna do?
Did you think I was gonna leave him?

- I dunno, he's...

old enough to look
after himself.

- We're a package deal.

Come on. I'm not gonna let him
interfere with any of our...

adult time, hmm?

- OK, but it's my trailer,
so it's my rules.

- You just keep thinking
about all the body shots

we're gonna be doing on some...
- Oh, God.

- Secluded beach in Mexico.
- Ohhh, mamacita.

(fake Spanish accent): You
could talk me into anything.

(her giggling, him
inhaling heavily)

(him groaning, her
shrieking playfully)

- Hey, Eric. I can't believe you're
still alive and your brother's dead.

Max was so much
cooler than you are.

- He was my half-brother.
We had different dads.

- He might have been your half-
brother, but he was two times

better than you. I wish you
would have drowned instead!

- I don't want to talk to you.
- Well, you don't have a choice.

- Hey! Hey, hands off!

- Jordan said I
should have drowned.

- That's not true.
- Yeah, Jordan never said that.

Eric started it. - Alright.

Jordan, Remy, on the
bleachers for a time out.

Eric, back in line-up.
- Coach, that's not fair!

- You listen to me. You
guys are both really lucky

that no one in your
family has died.

Now, for the next 15 minutes,

you are gonna sit there, and
you are gonna quietly think

about how Eric feels to
have lost his brother.

Back in line-up.

Alright, guys,
back on the field!

- Do you even love me? At all?

I don't think that you do.

- I love you, Mom.

- And what are these?

You like that coach and his
wife better than you like me.

- No...
- You ungrateful little brat!

That's why you want to stay here so bad!
You'd pass up

Disneyland to stay with
your stupid coach?

- Please, don't be mad at me.

Mom? Mom! Please don't leave.

- I need some alone time.

(reggae music)

- No, no, no! One
of them is for you.

- You're happy tonight.
What are we drinking to?

- This is the last time you're ever
gonna see me in this hellhole.

- Hm.
- No offense to you.

So, to new beginnings?

- New beginnings.

(door closes) - Daddy's home!

(Briana giggling)

That can't be.

Man, look at you dance!

(cackling drunkenly)

Oh. Whoo. Whoo!

Baby!

- Eric! Hi.

I want you to meet
my friend Shane.

He's gonna be taking
us on a little trip.

(giggling)

Say hello, Eric!

- Hi.
- (mock serious): Hello.

(Briana and Shane snickering)
Oh, uh, I'm gonna go.

(both laughing)

You don't talk right.
- Come on, forget it.

- You gotta learn
some Spanish, kid.

- Come on!
- Mas tequila!

(with an English
accent): por favor.

- (TV): I woke up this morning
and it was outside my door.

Pretty cool, don't you think?
- What is it, exactly? Is it

a bird? - Not sure.

If it were a bird, it
would have wings, right?

- Maybe it's a dinosaur!
- Well...

(TV continues indistinctly;
mysterious music intensifies.)

(doorbell rings)

- Eric! Hi.

- I need to talk to Coach.
It's an emergency.

- Honey, what's wrong?
What happened?

- Hey.

- What is this?
- My mom wants us to leave

with this guy Shane, and she
said we're going to Disney World

but I think we're going to
Mexico and never coming back!

Please don't let me.

Please don't let me leave. I
don't wanna go with Shane.

- OK. Who's Shane?

- He's this guy that comes
over to our house and goes

in the bedroom with my mom.
- OK.

Listen. Listen to me.

Everything's going to be alright.
OK?

Tomorrow after practice I'm
gonna swing by your house

and I'm gonna have a
little chat with your mom.

And then hopefully,
after I talk with her,

we can just... we can
work it all out.

- No, you can't.

If she finds out that I told
you, she'll be really mad.

Just please let
me live with you.

- (on TV): The coroner's office
confirmed today that the body

of a woman found earlier
this week is indeed

that of missing woman
Barbara Nolan.

The cause of death has
not yet been determined.

We spoke earlier today with
members of the victim's family,

who describe Mrs. Nolan as

kind, generous, and taken far...

(door opens) - Mom?

Mom?

I think she might have
fallen asleep or something.

- OK. Well, you've
got my cell number,

so have her give me a
call tomorrow, OK?

You have a good night, kiddo.

Don't leave me hangin'.

Scram.

- If she wants to pull
him out of school,

there's nothing we
can do to stop that.

- I can't just let this
woman uproot her kid

and take him God knows where.

She might not even put
him back in school.

(heavy sigh)

- The only way to stop that

is to open an
investigation with CPS.

And to do that,

we need to prove
suspicion of abuse.

- Let's call 'em.

- Coach?
- Hey, Eric.

- Did you talk to my mom yet?

- Not yet. But I'm working
on your situation, OK?

You're gonna have to trust me.

- I trust you.

(doorbell)

(doorbell)

- May I help you?
- Briana Wilson?

I'm detective Jan Myers,
from the Philadelphia PD.

Could I come in?

- Of course.

Uh, sorry about the mess. Um,

I have a few projects
I've been working on.

- Is your son Eric here?

- No, uh... He asked to play

at the park with some of
his friends after school.

- You've been
drinking today, huh?

(scoffs) - No, why?

- I could smell it as
soon as I walked in here.

- You know, um, yeah,

I did have a glass of wine
with lunch, so... yeah.

- Well, the reason I'm
here is that I received

a call from Child
Protective Services

that there might be a need
to check on your son.

- Check on him? Why?
- There's some concern

that he's being
neglected and abused.

- Who suspects that?

- I'm not at liberty to say,
but I'm here to take a look

at his living conditions.
Could I see his bedroom?

- Sure, yeah. Right this way.

- You guys going someplace?

- Nope! Just outgrew a few things.
Donating them.

- Hmm.

Donating some of
your clothes too?

- Adults need clothes too.

- What about the suitcase?
- I'm getting a designer set.

- Is this all of the
food that you have?

What does Eric have
for breakfast?

- A granola bar? Um...

And then he buys
lunch at school.

Are you suggesting that
I don't feed my child?

- No! No, I'm not suggesting anything.
I'm just asking questions.

Has Eric had any
injuries lately?

- No.
- And are there

any other adults that live
in this house with you?

- Just me.

- What's the, uh, the park that
you said Eric's at right now?

- O'Connor.

Uh, it's on Parkway Drive.

- OK. And the name of the adult

who would be supervising
Eric and his friends?

- Cheryl. I can't
remember her last name.

She's the, uh, friend...
she's the mom of, uh,

one of the friends
that he's with, so...

- OK. O'Connor's.

- Yeah.

- Cheryl.
- That's the one.

- Well, you know
what, I think that

I have everything that I need right now.
Thank you.

- Eric!

Come on. We're leaving.

- Why? Where are we going? Are
we going to a different city?

- Enough with the
questions, Eric, let's go.

- No, Mom, I'm not leaving!

- If you don't get in that car
right now, I swear to God

I will leave this bike in the
park for someone to steal it!

Now!

- I just checked
O'Connor's park,

where his mother told me that he was.
The kid's not there,

and the groundskeeper said that
he's never seen him before.

Let's alert patrol. We
gotta find that kid.

- Come on.
- What are we doing here?

- Get your suitcase.

Ready?

Come on!

I'll show you inside the RV.

- (aggressively):
Don't touch anything.

- This is it!
- What is it?

- We're going on a
road trip with Shane.

Don't give me that look.
It's gonna be fun.

- I don't like Shane!

- You don't know Shane.
Just give it a chance.

(sigh)

Hey! Put that back!

He told you not to
touch anything!

Ready to go?

- 15 minutes. Just gotta make
sure everything's pretty

under the hood and
hook up the trailer.

- Want something to drink?
- Yeah. Beer.

- Holy crap.

No one's gonna take me to jail.

(ominous music)

- Whoa, kid! Where do you
think you're going with that?

- I'm just getting my bike.
- No.

Bike stays here. There's
no room in the RV.

- You have tons of room.
- STAYS HERE! - My mom said

I could bring my bike!
- Don't you use that tone

of voice with me, kid!
I said no bike.

- I'm gonna ask my mom.

- Hey, you're leaving
with me, I run the show.

Now maybe your mommy never
taught you any respect,

but I will. It's my RV,

and it's my rules. Take
your shorts down, kid.

You little bastard.

Alright.

We'll do it your way.

- Don't make me kill you.
- You're not gonna shoot me,

kid, you don't even know how to
use that thing. Give me the gun!

Give it to me,
before you get hurt!

- The only person who's
gonna get hurt is you,

if you don't let me
and my mom leave.

- Alright, I'll tell you what. You give
me the gun, I'll put the belt down,

we'll get your mommy out here,
we'll have a nice big pow wow,

just the three of us, huh?

We'll make friends.
What do you think?

- No.

- You win, kid. I'll
put the belt down.

(whispering): I'll
put the belt down.

(gunshot)

- What did you do?

WHAT DID YOU DO?! - He hit me.

He shouldn't have hit me.
- Give me the gun.

Give me the gun!

OK. OK, OK.

(keys jingling) OK. We
have to move his body.

We have to move his body to the back.
Eric, help me!

I can't believe that you killed
the guy that was gonna get us

to Mexico, Eric. What the
hell were you thinking?

- Now that he's gone, we don't have to go.
We can go home!

- Nope!

No, we can't, Eric! God,
you don't know anything!

(forceful exhalation)

(phone dings and vibrates)

(suspenseful music)

- Damn it!

(phone ringing)

- Detective Myers.
- [I have a Michael Davis]

[on the line who called CPS about
a child named Eric Wilson.]

- I already made contact with the mother.
What does he want?

- [He says he just received
a call from the boy, ]

[who claims he shot and killed
the mother's boyfriend.]

- What?!

- What are you doing back there?
You better not be

fooling with that
dead body, Eric.

We have to dump it somewhere.
- I'm not, Mom.

- Do you know what police do to
people that commit murder, Eric?

Do you?!

We have to get as far away
from here as possible.

- I just want to be with Coach.

- OK. At least he
filled up the tank. OK.

Oh God, Eric, don't
start crying.

I have to concentrate!

I have to concentrate on not
getting us pulled over!

- I lost the call on the way
over, but he said he was

going to Mexico. If I call back,
I'm afraid it's going to ring.

- That's OK. We can ping the
phone for a location. Paul?

- I'm on it.
- I'm guessing,

if they're heading south, they're
probably on 95 or Interstate 10...

- They could have
swung out and hit 81

to avoid traffic.
- He didn't give you

any description of the RV, huh?
- The call dropped before I could ask.

- Am I even going the right way?

Eric, hand me my phone,
it's in my purse!

Hurry up!

- I don't see it, Mom!
- Look harder!

- It's not in here!
- Just give me my purse!

- I think I saw you put
it down in the car.

- The car?! THE CAR THAT
WAS PARKED AT SHANE'S?

WE DON'T HAVE A PHONE?!
Damn it! Damn it!

- How long is it gonna take to

ping the phone? - Not very long.

Hey, Paul! I don't have a
warrant to get into her house,

but can you just walk
around outside and see

if there's anything there
that I would have missed?

- Sure. You got an address?
- Uh, it's Carson Heights.

Literally. Not that far away from
the Nolan house. - Yeah, I got it.

I'll check it out myself.
- Thank you.

- The Nolan house?
- Yeah, uh,

an older lady. We found her body
dumped out near Kern Campground.

- Kern Campground?
- What? You know something?

- Where did you find the car?
- It was abandoned

down in Exeter Crest.

- The story's true.
- What story? What are you talking about?

- Eric. He spent a night

at our house. We had a
campfire in the backyard.

And he starts telling
this really graphic

ghost story about this
witch who kills people

and then dumps their
bodies in the woods.

She parks the car somewhere
else, and she leaves

the purse in the car.
It was all really weird

and it was really detailed.
So I asked him.

I said, "Why does she leave
a purse in the car?"

And he tells me,

"So if the car gets stolen,
the police won't catch her."

- Really?

- I think he may have witnessed
that woman's murder.

- I gotta go buy a map.

Stay here.

(phone rings)

- It's him.

- [Michael, it's me.]
- Hey. Listen, pal,

we need you to tell us what
the RV you're in looks like.

- Uhh, hang on.

(phone dings)

- Smart kid. OK, can you
show us the license plate?

Got it. - I have to go inside.

She's gonna come back soon.

- Eric, the man that
you said you shot,

[Shane... Do you
know his last name?]

- I don't know.

- But the RV that you're
in, it's his, right?

- Uhh, yeah.
- [OK.]

Can you go and find
something in the glove box

[that's got his name on it?]
- Umm...

(Eric breathing heavily
over the phone)

- Canada.

- Shane Reese.

- Eric, where are you right now?
- [Um, we're at a restaurant...]

- What's the name of the place?

- I don't know, but she's
coming so just don't let her

[hear you!] - I muted it.

- We got 'em. Heading
south on 95.

- That's great.

I need an APB on a white
2006 RV heading south on 95.

[PA license plate T8V-UN01.]

[Female suspect
should be considered]

[armed and dangerous There
is a child with her.]

- I'm going with you.

- Don't worry, I'll
keep you apprised.

(phone dings and vibrates)

- Why did we turn around?
This is the same direction

we came from!
- Shut up, Eric! We have

a dead body in here. We have
to find somewhere to dump it.

It's gonna start to
stink after a while.

- Detective? Eric just said
that they've changed direction.

They're heading north. - [We know.
They're still on 95]

[just south of mile marker 36.]

(sirens wailing)

- You know the drill.

(siren)

- ERIC! GET UP AND HELP ME.

NOW!

Pull.

- [They pulled off 12 miles
south of Yuma road.]

- I bet they're
dumping the body.

(sirens wailing)

- That's good enough.
- It's better over there.

- No, you can't see it
from the road, it's fine.

- It's darker over there...
- NO!

Come on, Eric! Let's go!

- We can't cross the border
with blood on the RV.

There's gotta be cleaning
supplies somewhere.

(sighs in relief)

(phone clatters; ominous
music intensifies)

Hello? - Hello.

- What did you do?!
Did you call them?

Did you tell them where we are?!
- No.

- You lying little brat!
What is wrong with you?

Can't you see I'm trying
like hell to protect you,

to keep you from jail?!
And this is what you do,

you betray me?! God!

- I didn't want to go away!
- Oh,

you're going away, all right.
To a six by nine cell!

GOD, YOU'RE SO STUPID!

Max was never this idiotic!

(sirens) - [She knows
he called us.]

- OK. We're close.

- How could you do this to me?

After all that
I've done for you!

- I just... I didn't want
to leave and I don't want

to kill anyone anymore!

- You shot Shane.
YOU shot Shane!

And YOU told Mrs. Nolan God
knows what to come over!

(sirens)

- Briana Wilson! Come out with
your hands where we can see them!

You have to the count of ten!
- No more killing, Mom!

- Come here.

You stay in front of me!

Here we go.

- Don't do it! Briana,
put the gun down!

- It's OK, Eric, honey. You
just stay right in front of me.

- Put the gun down!

Put the gun down, Briana.

Put it down!

- Eric!
- Michael!

- No! Eric! ERIC!

- Briana, put it down!

- Are you hurt?

- Put the gun down, Briana!

Don't move!

Don't move, don't do it!

- Don't look, don't look!
- I WON'T LET YOU.

TAKE MY SON! - Don't do it!

- Did they kill my mom?!

- No, she's gonna be OK.

- Am I going to jail?

- No. No, it's gonna be OK.

It's gonna be OK.
You gotta trust me.

(police radio chatter)

- Thanks for the helmet.
I'll wear it every time

I ride my bike.
- Good. I want you

to be safe out there.

Alright, listen, kiddo.
I gotta scoot.

But, um...

You know, if it's
OK with Miss Liz,

maybe next weekend you can come
to our place for a barbecue.

And then afterwards, we
can head to the park.

- Sure.
- Time for lunch!

- Oh, wait! Um...

Uh, this is for Kaylee. It's...

I drew her a picture
of a princess.

- She's gonna love this.

Who's the other one for?
- My mom.

Could you put the address of the
prison on it and mail it to her?

- 'Course I can.

See ya on Friday, champ.

Think fast! Here it comes!
Yeah, good catch!

OK, keep your eye on the ball, Eric!
- Ahh!

- Good! Nice, with
your bare hand!