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- Welcome, everybody.

Why don't we start by sharing a little bit

about why you're each here?

- Life was perfect.

I had two beautiful children and a husband I adored

in a perfect little town.

Of course, my friends always imagined I would have a career.

Be a dancer.

But then I met Zeb and I fell in love with his dream.

He wanted to move to the country

and change the world one soul at a time.

Lexi, do you want mustard?

- Yes, please.

Hey, Jarren, show us Leti's new trick.

- Come here, girl.

Come here, come here.

Good girl, now, go get me some water.

Come on, go get me some water.

(mom gasping)

- Are you gonna get some...

(family laughing)

That's fantastic.

- You better get going or you're gonna be late.

- Our kids late, never.

- You're gonna take us to school today?

- Nope.

Walking is good for you, it keeps your energy flowing.

- But if you don't take us we'll be late.

- If you don't hurry, you'll be late.

- [Jarren] All right, bye, mom.

- Bye.

Bye, darling.

- Bye, mom.

- [Mom] Bye, sweetheart.

- [Lexi] Bye, dad.

- See ya.

How about some sweet stuff?

- The kids aren't even out of the yard.

- Oh!

Where there's a--

(thumping)

Oh, whoa.

- [Lexi] Hey, I forgot to get your permission

for the field trip today.

- Okay.

There you go.

- [Lexi] Thank you.

- Bye.

- Bye, dad.

(mom laughing)

(people humming)

- Hello, Reverend Williams, how are you?

- Rose.

- I brought somebody special for you to meet.

- Carl, say hello to Reverend Williams.

- Hello.

- Now, go have a seat over there

and I'll see you in a minute.

You know, last year when I placed Lexi with you,

she just blossomed, so I thought about you for Carl.

- [Reverend] What's his history?

- Well, he's been in foster care for a while,

so he is gonna need some guidance,

but he has never had Christian parents.

Carl is kinda headstrong and he ran away a few times,

but he is so smart and really he can be so sweet.

He does deserve a chance

and if anybody is gonna touch his heart, it's gonna be you.

(children playing)

- [Carl] May I help you with that?

- I'm very glad you could join us today.

You like dogs?

- Yep and they like me, too.

Come here, come here.

Come here.

- [Reverend] Come get it.

- Did everybody get enough?

- Hey, Carl, wanna play?

- I do.

- That little boy can eat.

- Hey, Carmen.

- [Carmen] Hey.

- Did you see that?

- Oh, yeah.

So, what do you think about Carl?

- He's adorable, very polite.

He's like a little old man who's much older than 11.

- But what do you think think?

- No?

Tell me you're not thinking about adopting again, so soon?

- Baby, look, we always dreamt about

having a house full of kids, look.

- Intercepted.

- Well, Zeb, I don't know that I can take care

of another child and

give all the rest of you what you need, too.

- Baby, and look, I know that God has given you

a lion's share of patience and love.

I mean, all I'm asking is just that we pray on it.

Can we do that?

- And while we're asking God,

let's not forget to ask the children.

- Of course.

Welcome home, son.

- [Jarren] Hey, welcome home, buddy.

- Welcome, Carl.

- [Zeb] Let's go have lunch.

- Okay.

We had fun fixing your room, I hope you like it.

- What should I call you?

- Mom and dad works.

For you.

- Hey, Carl, buddy, come here for a second.

My father gave this to me.

And he worked on it for hours.

But you can play with it, too.

Do you like trains?

It's a little complicated,

so ask me or Jarren for help for a while, okay?

(train whirring)

Here.

Everything is beautiful, baby.

- Yeah, mom.

- So, Jarren, will you lead us in prayer?

- How about Carl, he hasn't done it yet.

- [Zeb] Carl, would you like to say a prayer?

- No, thank you.

- Come on, buddy,

just to say grace for this mean, that's all.

- Oh, lord, please bless the food we are about to eat.

Please bless the children in Sudan.

We have plenty, they have nothing.

They have blood ulcers and flies

with skin that hangs from their bony arms.

Most of them will never get out of the hell they live in

and will die of terrible diseases.

I ask you, lord, please end their suffering

and let them die in peace, amen.

- [Family] Amen.

- Thank you, Carl, that was--

- Freaky.

- Jarren.

Let's eat before it gets cold.

- So, Mr. Jarren, how's school?

- Well, the kids are already talking about

the homecoming dance.

- Oh, really, well, that sounds fun.

Have you thought about who you wanna take?

- Maybe, maybe.

- He doesn't know how to dance.

- [Jarren] Hey, that's not true.

- Yeah, right, that's why you haven't asked out Carmen yet,

I heard you.

- No, all you heard were the voices in your head.

(family laughing)

- Well, actually, you two,

your mom and I used to dance before I became a minister,

so we can teach you.

- Oh, dad, no offense,

but I don't think anybody's really doing

the funky chicken anymore.

- Oh, wait, wait a minute,

now let us get done with this meal

and we're gonna show you a few things.

- Oh, okay, well, bring it on, old man.

(lively Latin music)

- Look and learn.

You ready, baby?

- All right.

- Just like that.

See what I'm saying.

Come on, baby.

(indistinct chatter)

- Do that again.

Carl, come join us.

Carl?

Good book?

- My mom gave that to me.

- Then it must be very special.

How's it going for you?

- When can I do the things the other kids do?

- You're younger, honey, so it may never seem fair.

Okay?

- Yeah.

- Good.

Sleep time, sweetheart.

- Ah!

- Ooh, sorry, mom, I did that on accident.

(mom groaning)

- Annika!

What did you do?

- I was kissing Carl goodnight

and he hit my nose with his head.

- Oh my gosh.

- [Mom] Don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks.

- Oh, baby, I'm so sorry, that's gotta hurt.

- I'm okay, really.

- Oh, whatever you do, do not look in the mirror

'cause your nose is about to swell like a prize fighter.

- [Mom] Ow. - I'm sorry.

- No, no.

- Hold up, hold up. - Don't make me laugh.

- I think I'm getting it.

Look at you.

My little hurt... - Ow.

- [Zeb] Sorry.

- Hi, honey, how was practice?

- I don't like the coach.

I pitched good, but then he stuck me in the outfield

and put some jerk in my place.

- Everybody has to try out different roles.

I'm sure you'll get to pitch again soon.

- No, coach just likes him better than me.

- You're being a little dramatic, Carl.

Carl, stop it.

I understand that you are frustrated,

but I will not tolerate this kind of behavior.

I want an apology from you right now, young man.

- Sorry.

- Now, go to your room.

(Carl stomping)

(door creaking)

(somber melody)

(Carl sniffling)

- What do you want for lunch?

- [Carl] Don't know.

- Not for now, what will you wanna eat later?

It's a simple question, Carl.

Carl!

- What?

- You know what, pick it up and apologize.

Carl, I know that you would rather be outside playing,

but if we work together, we can be out of here soon.

I'm too tired to fight.

- Jerk.

- Carl, come on.

That is so weird.

I'm sorry, can I write a check?

- [Cashier] Yeah, that's fine.

(people cheering)

- Batter up.

- [Announcer] Here we go, folks.

Carl Williams coming to the plate.

It's bottom of the ninth, two outs, two on base.

- All right. - Yes.

- [Announcer] Carl studies the pitcher.

We've got a four-two ball game here.

Williams at bat and hoping to close that gap.

- You got nothing.

- Strike one.

- Get some glasses, you're blind.

- [Announcer] Strike two.

(Zeb groaning)

- Hey, girlie, throw me something I can hit.

- All right, focus, Carl.

- Come on, Carl.

Stay focused, baby.

- [Announcer] Swing and a miss, strike three.

That's the game.

- [Coach] Carl.

- Whoa, whoa.

- Get a grip.

- We would've won if you knew what the fuck you were doing.

- Hey, four laps for that language.

- I'm the best player on the team

and you stick me in the outfield,

it's not my fault we lost.

- One team wins, one loses, that's baseball.

- Screw this crap.

- Carl.

I apologize for your son, man.

He's got some--

- Anger issues.

- Yeah, but we're working on it.

- Okay, we'll see what we can do, too.

- All right, thanks.

- I'm so sorry.

- What happened out there?

- I wanted to impress mom so she'd be proud of me,

but coach ruined it.

- Son, you don't have to impress mom.

- She's always mad at me, I just want her to be,

I just want her to like me.

- Carl, your mom loves you.

We all love you.

Yeah?

(rain pattering)

(kettle whistling)

Baby.

You okay?

It look like you were pretty mad at those plants.

Come on.

Oh, yes.

For you.

Better?

- Sometimes it's just hard being a mom.

- Yeah.

So, babe.

I heard from the bishop today.

And he's asked me to go to Chicago

to help with a seminar that he's presenting,

but if you're too stressed, you know--

- No, no, that is an honor to be asked, Zeb.

Don't even think about not going.

- Are you sure?

- Of course.

(thunder rumbling)

- Carl just needs a little bit more attention, that's all.

- He's a tough one, but we'll be just fine.

♪ I will have a show like Oprah ♪

♪ Imma be a host ♪

- No, no, no, no, no.

(Carl mocking Jarren)

- Shh, we're playing games.

- Fine.

- Be quiet.

Geez.

Man, dad would skin us alive if he saw what we're doing.

- Why?

- We're Baptist, geek.

- Yeah, I know, come on, let's go, ready, go.

- Yes.

- Come on, man.

Aw, come on, keep going.

Come on.

Hey, cheating isn't okay here, man.

- Neither is playing cards, but we're doing it, aren't we?

- Come on, put it back.

- Screw you.

- Mom, Carl's cussing. - Shh!

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck--

- Hey, watch your mouth.

- Picking on me just like everyone else does.

- Man, that freak is possessed.

- [Lexi] Tell me about it.

- Come on, let's play.

(eerie melody)

(Carl crying)

(train whistling)

- No, no, you're okay, you're okay, baby, you're okay.

You're okay. - No.

- Shh, shh, shh. - No.

No. - You're okay.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

You're okay.

Yeah, yeah.

(fly buzzing)

(ominous melody)

Oh, Carl.

Oh, Carl.

(Jarren groaning)

- What the hell are you doing?

- Helping.

- Stop, I don't need your help.

- That's not how it looks to me.

- Get the hell out of my room now.

- You watch how you talk to her.

- Why do you feel you need to do something like this?

- He's really messed up.

- No, you stay and finish what you have to do.

I got the name of a therapist

and he's gonna be fine.

We're good.

Yeah, I love you, too, bye.

Thank you, guys.

You two are so good.

- Mom, we gotta send him back.

- [Mom] Jarren.

- You're so mean.

- Hey, you didn't have to clean his shit.

- [Lexi] You don't know what it's like not to be wanted.

- [Jarren] Lexi, you're normal, he's an asshole.

- Mom, Jarren cursed.

- I have ears, Lexi.

Look.

I am so sorry.

I know this is a lot to ask of you.

But God doesn't give us more than we can handle.

Carl needs us

and I need you to keep being a big brother to him.

Can you do that?

- Yes, mom.

(little girl screaming)

- [Emma] No, no, no, I don't wanna go.

- Emma, Emma, stop that.

I'm so sorry, could you come home with us?

- Just be consistent, Kris, and don't forget to breathe.

- Thank you so much.

- Too much sugar?

- That would be too easy, wouldn't it?

Come on in.

Thank you, Carl, for sharing.

Would you take a seat in the lobby?

I just need your mom for a few minutes.

- [Carl] Sure, it was a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Cutler.

- Oh.

It was a pleasure to meet you, too.

He is a lovely intelligent boy

who is just having a hard time adjusting.

- It was so easy with Lexi,

I guess I wasn't expecting Carl to be so challenging.

He hates me

and he seems to get along just fine with my husband

who by the way seems utterly charmed by him.

- Well, he's gonna keep testing you until he feels secure,

but with your love, he is gonna be just fine.

Kids are resilient.

- Lady.

Lady.

Lady, come here.

Lady.

Lady, come here.

Fucking bitch of a dog.

(dog barking)

- [Lexi] Mama, will you help me with this?

- Yeah, just a minute, dear.

Have you seen my dog?

She's a black lab about so big.

Lady.

Lady.

Lady.

Lady.

Lady.

Lady, Lady, Lady, where are you?

(mom crying)

Goodnight, hun.

I love you.

- Why are you so smiley?

- The weather, Jarren, it's such a beautiful day out,

don't you think?

- You know, you could at least pretend

to have some sensitivity.

I mean, we just lost a family member.

- Family member, we're all here, no one's missing.

- Carl.

Lady was very important to us.

- The dog?

But, dad, we can buy one exactly like her tomorrow.

Yes, I'll help you, we can get a smart one this time.

- She's irreplaceable, you jerk.

- Jarren, we do not talk like that.

(train honking)

Jesus.

Carl.

Carl, are you still home?

Oh, thank God, sweetie.

I can't believe the door locked on me.

Carl?

Carl, come on, open the door.

This is serious.

This is not funny.

This is not happening.

Carl.

Carl!

- Mom

Mom!

- I'm here, Jarren, in the basement, I'm locked in.

- What happened?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- Why, what's going on?

- How dare you leave mom like that all day?

- Seriously, bro, your mom's got issues.

Hey, get off of me.

- Look, if you wanna be a part of this family,

then you better change your attitude, punk.

- Lay one hand on me again and I'll make you pay.

- Take your best shot.

You're the asshole with issues.

- No, he swears that he wasn't home and Zeb believes him.

- [Psychiatrist] I think we better

get you on some antidepressant medication.

- Me?

- [Psychiatrist] Just take a deep breath, Annika,

and calm down, you're overreacting.

We'll get you that prescription.

I'm sorry, I gotta get this call.

(mom breathing heavily)

- You okay, sweetheart?

- It feels like you've traded us for Carl.

- Baby, that is not true.

- I love all of you, but he just needs a little more time

to settle into our family.

- Lexi and I are not gonna wait around

until you and dad do something about him.

I did what I could, I tried, you know what, I'm done.

- How would you feel if I gave up on you?

- He's not your real son, I am.

- This will be so cool.

- Yeah, way cool.

- Glad you're helping me, dad.

- You bet, just promise that you'll put it away

when you're done.

- I will. - Yeah.

- Ah!

- [Zeb] You okay?

What is that?

- I don't know.

- Carl, how did you get those?

- I don't know, daddy.

- Carl, if somebody did that to you,

tell me, so I can do something about it.

- Are you happy I'm here?

- Of course I'm happy you're here, Carl,

are you happy to be here?

- Sometimes.

When you're around.

- Dinner's ready.

What's going on?

- We'll talk after dinner.

How's everything going for you with Carl?

- He's hateful towards me.

You don't believe me because he behaves with you.

- He has terrible bruises on his arms.

- I cannot believe what you are implying.

- I'm not implying anything

except that maybe you need a little patience.

He's a scared child.

You see him from your perspective,

but you don't know how he's feeling in this house.

- I don't love him.

- You're just scared, so you don't feel love right now.

- What if he's so damaged, he'll never change?

- I am sure my foster parents were often upset with me.

When I was a teenager, I scared the daylights out of them

with my wildness.

If I can change,

he can, too.

(grass rustling)

- Carl, everything will get better, I promise.

You know what, I just had an idea,

let's go get some ice cream, just you and me, baby.

- Let's go.

You gotta love it, you know, it's ice cream

and who doesn't like ice cream?

- [Mom] It's a classic.

- [Carl] It's an American classic.

- [Mom] Is it?

- [Carl] I think so, I think it was originated in America.

I mean, who else but the Americans

would come up something great,

a great delicacy we all enjoy every day of the week?

(gentle melody)

- [Mom] So, what else?

You like ice cream, you like music, you like?

- I like music.

- Yeah, what kinda music you like?

- A lot of stuff with percussion.

- [Mom] Oh, yeah? - Bongos.

- Okay, you a bongo player?

- Yeah, I am.

I'm really skilled with the percussion.

I've got these magic hands,

that they can like pick up percussion and all this stuff.

- You can work a bongo solo into the choir, how about that?

- Well, I could also, if they don't have bongos,

I'm also very skilled with the spoons.

Let me show you. - Oh, you play the spoons.

- [Carl] Yes, I play the spoons.

You gotta be like.

(metal clanking)

- Carl.

Carl.

Carl, Carl, come sit with me.

Carl.

Carl.

Carl, Carl, come on, Carl, come on.

Come on, come on, give me the spoon, give me the--

- No.

- Come on, come on, we can walk home.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

(Carl singing)

I was waiting for you to get tired.

(mom screaming)

(tires screeching)

- Sorry, mommy, I tripped.

- Just go.

I need you to show me Carl's records.

- Excuse me.

- You, Rose, and this whole damn organization

have destroyed my family.

- Mrs. Williams--

- This child that you brought,

he does things, these crazy things.

- Let's just sit down and talk about this--

- I don't wanna sit.

You tricked us into taking a damaged and dangerous child.

- Has he been violent?

- Why don't you tell me, has he been violent

or are you just waiting for one of us

to end up in the emergency room?

- There was limited information available

before Carl was placed.

- And?

- We have guidelines.

- I don't care.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Williams, but I can't help you with this.

(somber melody)

- Daddy, do you think she knows?

- No, we're too good.

- Yeah.

- Where is he?

- If you're referring to your brother,

he is in a study group with his friends.

- What friends, he doesn't get along with anybody at school.

- Well, he must be studying with somebody

to get the grades he's getting.

- Or cheating.

- Guys, give it a break, today is about your mom.

Here you go, honey.

(doorbell ringing)

Here we go.

Hello.

- [Woman] Hey, Zeb, how are you?

- I'm good, how are you?

Come on in, come in, come in, come in.

- Hey, Zeb, good to see you, too.

- [Jarren] Welcome, thanks for coming.

- [Lexi] Hi.

- I think she'll be gone for five minutes.

- Oh, good.

- Yeah, this is great.

Thank you, Lexi.

- I'm so glad we're doing this, Zeb.

- Oh, we are, we haven't seen her much lately.

- Well, today we get to make up for lost time.

- [Woman] Yes, we will.

- Is she still having trouble with Carl?

- You two really have a lot of guts

taking in that strange child.

- Lee!

- Well, you don't know what you're getting.

- [Women] Lee!

- You two are really--

- You two are saints.

- Well, you know.

- And today we celebrate the 10th anniversary

of Annika's 29th.

- Yes, that is the spirit, exactly.

- [Woman] Yes.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, she's coming.

- Oh, she's coming.

Oh, okay, let's hide.

(keys jingling)

- [People] Surprise!

- [Woman] Surprise, Annika.

- Oh my goodness.

I forgot my birthday.

- [Woman] Why are you red, forget ours, too.

- [Women] All of ours.

- [Woman] Yes, please.

- [Lexi] Happy birthday.

- [Zeb] Happy birthday, dear.

- [Woman] Blow out the candles.

- All for you

- [Woman] Happy birthday.

- Did you see that? - Oh, that's gorgeous.

- That's really nice.

(indistinct whispers)

- Here.

Happy birthday, mama.

- Mommy, I love you with all my heart, Carl.

You outdid yourself, son.

(people gushing)

Let's move into the other room.

- Happy birthday, mommy.

(leaves rustling)

(eerie melody)

- You look terrible, are you okay?

- I think Carl killed Lady.

- Why would you say such a thing?

- I just know it, please trust me on this one, Zeb.

- Annika, I cannot even fathom the idea

of Carl hurting anyone.

- Zeb, we don't know anything about Carl.

He is like a boarder in an old time boarding house.

He sleeps here, he eats at our table,

but we don't know anything about.

- He's adjusting, we're adjusting.

- He's adjusting, this is so way beyond adjusting.

- Baby, you are overwhelmed.

- Call him down here right now.

- No, I'm not-- - I mean it.

- Carl.

Come down here, please.

Your mother and I have been talking about

how much we miss, Lady.

- Yeah, it's sad, what happened to her anyway?

- We'd like to know that, too.

- Why ask me?

Daddy, why is she picking on me?

- Actually, Carl, we would both like to know.

- Did you hurt her?

- You just don't like me, Annika,

that's what this is all about.

- I just wanna know the truth.

- Daddy, you believe me, right?

- Yes, Carl.

I believe you.

Can you go upstairs, please?

- I can't believe the one time I ask you to support me

and you can't give it.

- No--

- Don't touch me.

(serious melody)

(knocking)

- Annika.

- [Mom] Can I at least have a little privacy?

- Fine, don't speak to me now.

(Annika crying)

(children laughing)

- [Woman] Is that fun?

- [Girl] Faster, mommy, faster.

- [Woman] You sure?

- [Girl] Yes, please.

- I remember you from Dr. Cutler's office a while back.

- I remember you, too.

How's your son doing?

- He's not well.

Your daughter looks happy.

- It's been a long road.

- Thank God we caught Emma early.

That's the key.

- Was that because of Dr. Cutler?

- No.

Here.

Call Elizabeth.

If anyone can help, it will be her.

Dr. Cutler meant well, but honestly,

she's one of the many that didn't diagnose Emma properly.

- Thank you.

- And don't lose hope.

- [Elizabeth] Had a pretty rough time lately, haven't ya?

- Zeb wanted to come, but I asked him to wait.

'Cause I think that I'm losing my mind.

- You've reached out for help,

that's pretty sane behavior.

Okay, now everything that you've told me about Carl,

it's possible that he's suffering

from reactive attachment disorder.

- What is that?

- When a baby is traumatized

within the first 33 months of his life,

it can affect his ability to love

and we diagnose RAD children by examining their mothers.

- Why?

- Well, with most illnesses, moms are sad, worried,

but with reactive attachment disorder,

they are just royally pissed off at their children.

- I tried so hard to love him.

- I know.

And I wish I could tell you that love heals all,

but with these kids, it's just a starting point.

- What do we do?

- Well, first thing is to get his medical records

from social services.

- I tried.

They wouldn't give them to me.

- Yeah, I'm not surprised.

Social workers know that these records

can give potential parents cold feet.

- [Carl] Hi.

- Hi.

Bye.

- Hey, wait, I wanna show you something.

Come here, come on.

- All right.

- All right, put your forehead right there.

All right, so you're gonna look at this and don't move.

Watch right here, this is really cool, all right.

(girl screaming)

- [Girl] Okay, bye.

- Where you going?

(doorbell ringing)

- Hello officers, is everything all right?

- We're talking to your neighbors

to get info on a recent crime in the area,

investigating the stabbing of a young girl.

- Lord, have mercy.

- Do any of your children go to Anavar Middle School

or know any students from there?

- My daughter's in eighth grade there

and my youngest is in sixth,

but I don't know his friends yet.

- Beg your pardon?

- [Mom] Carl was recently adopted.

- Are your children home?

- [Mom] No.

- Let us know if your kids see anything

or you notice anything unusual.

Give us a call.

- [Mom] I will, thank you.

- Thank you.

- In Matthew 19:14, Jesus said,

"Let the little children come to me

"and do not stop them for it is to such as these

"that the kingdom of heaven belongs."

- [Congregation] Amen.

- Congregation.

Today.

After the injury of our dear Lisa Tate.

Oh, God, protect us in our fight to do right

and mend the ways of those that are in the dark.

Our children are our life blood.

We must not give up on them.

We must not give up on them.

Let us anchor our peace,

so we can maximize our faith,

so we can do the work that you have called us to do.

In Jesus name.

Amen.

Amen, yes.

(congregation clapping)

Amen.

Amen.

Thank you, everyone.

♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

♪ That saved ♪

♪ A wretch like me ♪

♪ I once was lost ♪

♪ But now I'm found ♪

♪ Was blind ♪

♪ But now I see ♪

- [Man] How are you doing, Billie?

- Not good.

- [Man] Not good?

- Scared.

I killed Allie's hamster and I'm gonna kill her, too.

- [Man] Did you feel bad when the hamster died?

- Not really, no.

- [Man] What was the hamster's name?

- Fluffynutter.

- [Man] How did Fluffernutter die?

- No, Fluffynutter.

- [Man] Fluffynutter.

- Well, I put it on fire.

- [Man] How did you do it?

- Well, I had daddy's lighter.

- [Man] Okay.

- And I took it out of the cage,

I like gave it some popcorn and then I lit the fur up.

- [Man] Did the fire hurt the hamster?

- Yep, pretty bad, the whole room got all burnt up.

- [Man] If you were to go home again,

would you hurt your sister?

- Yep, mommy, too.

- [Lexi] Busy?

- Not so much, what is it, dear?

- I need to tell you something.

The door.

You want us to tell you stuff

even if it's really bad, right?

When Carl and I were here alone, he tried to mess with me.

- Mess with you?

- I was in the shower

and I didn't know he was in the bathroom.

- He came in the bathroom with you,

did he try and touch you?

- He tried, but I didn't let him.

I told him to get out,

then I kicked him between the legs as hard as I could.

I'm sorry, mama.

- No, I'm glad you did.

- You are?

- I'm furious, this is not okay.

It is not okay for anyone,

anyone to try and hurt you like that.

- I'm sorry.

- Why weren't you gonna tell me?

- He threatened to kill me if I told.

- We need to talk, but I am so angry with you,

I can barely speak.

- Annika, what now?

What?

- What now?

You, you and your good Samaritan crap,

you and your savior complex bullshit.

I want you out.

I want you and him out.

- Baby, I just think--

- No, you wanna help him, good, you help him somewhere else,

not here, not under the same roof with my children.

- Hey, baby.

Are you okay?

Mama told me about the incident with you and Carl.

I am so sorry I didn't protect you better.

- I'm okay, daddy.

- Thank God.

I promise you

that will never happen again.

Baby.

Carl and I

are gonna go and move into an apartment nearby.

- No.

- [Zeb] Only for a little while.

- Just send Carl away.

- Lexi.

- [Lexi] Why do you have to go, too?

- Sweetie, we made a commitment to Carl.

And we can't just abandon your brother

because he's got problems, can we?

And the most important thing,

baby, look at me,

is that you are safe.

And that you feel safe.

Even while we're trying to find help for him.

- Jarren was right.

We were a perfect family before he came and ruined it.

- And I don't expect you to understand

after what you've been through.

Sweetie, you are safe now

and I'll be right down the street.

(somber melody)

- Okay.

- Are you sure?

- I guess Carl needs you, too.

- That's my brave beautiful girl.

I love you.

- I love you, too.

- I know you're disappointed in me,

but I wanna let you know I'm really proud of you.

You're a great son.

And a good brother.

I got your mom a corsage on our first date,

I thought you might wanna give one to Carmen tonight, too,

unless that's right up there with the funky chicken.

- No.

A corsage is cool.

Take good care of your mom for me while I'm gone, okay?

- [Mom] Which ones are his?

- [Guy] All of them.

(boy screaming)

(baby crying)

(mom coughing)

- He was left by his mother for three days

with no food or water.

He was sexually abused by his mother's boyfriend,

then by a foster mom.

If that's not enough,

his leg was broken by one of eight foster fathers.

And that's just the beginning.

(water running)

- [Zeb] Oh, hey.

Come on in.

- Hey.

- [Zeb] God, I miss you so much.

- How are you boys doing?

- I'm okay, but I get the feeling Carl really misses you.

Carl, your mother's here.

- Hi, honey.

How are you feeling?

- Give him time, honey.

You know his behavior is no reflection on you.

- Then why do I still feel like such a failure?

(slow melody)

I need to speak to Officer Sullivan or Newell.

- Are they expecting you?

I'll see if they're here.

- What brought you here, Mrs. Williams?

- I found some things.

I mean, I don't know what I think.

- Where'd you find those?

- The knife was missing from my kitchen

and I just found it in the garden.

- In the garden?

- I was cleaning out the flowerbed

and I found it under the dry leaves.

It is still sharp, I cut my finger when I found it.

- And the bracelet and collar, where'd you find those?

Mrs. Williams.

Mrs. Williams.

Easy or hard, I could subpoena you.

Let's go back to my desk, all right?

You want your child to be accountable for his behaviors.

- I can't make that happen.

- This is tough, but if someone in your home is in trouble,

we need to help them.

- His room, I found them in Carl's room.

- They were just laying around?

- I found them under his mattress.

Carl came to us with very few things

and he keeps special things

hidden under there for safekeeping.

What happens next?

- Well, we'll send it to the lab and see what we have.

Mrs. Williams, you did a good thing today.

- Can we move back home?

- Not yet, son.

- I know we're here because of Annika, she's mean.

- Carl, you know why we are here.

Until we can work this out, we are going to stay here.

(Carl groaning)

(knocking)

Hello.

- Reverend Williams?

- [Zeb] Yes.

- I'm Officer Newell, this is Officer Sullivan,

may we come in?

- Sure.

- Reverend Williams, we must inform you

that we have a warrant

for the arrest of Carl Johns Williams.

- What?

- We have evidence that implicates your son

in the attack on Lisa Tate.

- Oh, lord.

Where exactly will you take him?

- Well, he'll be held at the detention center

until his hearing.

(suspenseful melody)

(Carl grunting)

- [Carl] Get your fucking hands off me.

- [Sullivan] That's enough.

- You can't do this, my dad's a minister.

- Come on, Carl.

- [Carl] Daddy.

- [Zeb] Carl, cooperate.

- [Newell] Stay back, Mr. Williams.

- [Zeb] I'll see what I can do in the morning.

- That's it, let's go. - Fuck you, too.

I thought at least you loved me.

(somber melody)

Daddy.

- Hi, son.

- I miss you.

- [Zeb] I miss you, too.

- You're here to take me home, right?

- How you been holding up?

- All right, but I really wanna go home.

- Your mother and I have found a place that can help you.

- But I don't need help.

- Carl.

We have to figure out what went wrong and how to fix it.

- Fuck that.

- Calm down, Carl.

Carl, Carl.

You have to learn how to cope with life.

- Why don't you just go to hell

and see how you cope with that?

(train rattling)

(baby crying)

- It's a good group to--

- Yeah.

- It would be nice.

And here they are.

Annika. - [Mom] Hi.

- Welcome.

And you must be Zeb.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.

- So glad you could join us today.

- Thank you.

- This is Sue Othmer, our clinical director here.

- Welcome, Annika. - Thank you.

- Zeb. - Hello.

- Good to have you.

Elizabeth's been telling me a little bit about your son.

He's in a holding unit right now, is that right?

- Yes, he is.

- Yes, we don't know for how long.

- I'm really looking forward to talking to you

about the treatment that we offer here

that I think would be of value.

- And we're very eager to hear about it.

I must say that we don't really know how to begin.

- Well, why don't we begin by joining the group

and you're gonna learn a lot here.

- Right this way.

- Thank you.

- Motherfucker, leave me alone.

- [Kim] Look at me, Billie.

- I said leave me alone, bitch.

- My name is Kim,

but maybe you're too little to speak properly.

- I'm gonna cut your fucking throat, how about that?

- Not so much, but thank you for taking a deep breath.

It took a lot of air for you to shout like that.

Now, go to your room.

It's just for a 10 minute time out, Billie.

You're not taking direction,

you need to think about better choices.

- You're not my boss.

- I know this is gonna shock you, sweetie,

but I am your boss for today.

You don't wanna leave my side, that's fantastic.

I don't want you to be far from me either,

so instead I'll accept 10 minutes of strong sitting.

- I'm not sitting.

- I'm the boss and I'd like for you to follow directions.

- Goodness, Kim.

It seems like Billie doesn't wanna mind today, imagine that.

- Drop dead.

- Well, not quite just yet, maybe after you sit.

- You know, Bob,

I don't think Billie knows how to sit still.

- I do so.

- Or maybe she's just too weak to sit still for 10 minutes.

- I am so strong and you know it.

- Prove it.

- Good choice, sweetie, time has started.

Maybe you are strong enough, we'll see.

- As you can see these kids don't trust anyone.

They go for total control which they can't have

because they're children.

- [Woman] You two were so calm, though,

I could never do that.

- That's why we're here.

- Now, Dr. Logan has worked with disturbed children

for 30 years, pick her brain, keeps her sharp.

(group laughing)

- Welcome, everybody.

It's hard to understand why these kids

act out the way they do, isn't it?

When a child

and the mother have a really significant break,

the child really believes it's gonna die

if it depends on anybody, but especially moms.

Does that make sense?

- I'm sorry, but I don't understand

why I get it all from Carl.

I was not the one to abuse him.

- Well, that's a good question.

You see the trauma happens

before the development of language,

so these kids

don't have any way of

explaining to themselves what happened.

They don't understand, they can't sort out their feelings,

so any mother becomes unreliable

and even dangerous to them.

- Well, what about fathers?

Do any of you feel duped like me?

- Bob, you wanna take that one?

- Most bright and sensitive fathers,

they get fooled by their kid's innocent looks

and concocted stories.

These children's behavior is primal.

They have to be smart to survive

and once fathers begin to support their wives,

these kids either get better

or they're removed because their tricks no longer work.

- Why don't we start by sharing a little bit

about why you're each here?

Georgia, you wanna start for me?

- Wow, the things my son has done.

- I'm Mike.

- I'm his wife Kate.

- My wife Kate.

- Most of you are here because you've adopted kids,

Patricia's problem was all my fault.

- He has no conscience.

All of our friends stopped coming around.

We seriously thought about stopping the adoption process.

- [Mike] We struggled with Cindy ever since we got her

at three months old.

- Three months.

- Three months.

But within six months, she was controlling our lives.

- My feelings about my daughter Patricia,

they're just really mixed up.

- I've yelled at her because she won't listen to her mother.

She won't even look at me.

- Me and his dad recently divorced,

we just couldn't survive all the stress.

- My wife started thinking about suicide.

- I'm just hoping that neurofeedback can help

because absolutely nothing else has.

- When she came home from the hospital,

I just couldn't even take care of her.

- It wasn't your fault.

- I have these feelings of guilt that are so overwhelming.

I've felt so many times that I hated my son.

I'm just so scared of him.

- And I

was so blinded

by my spiritual arrogance

that I didn't see what was happening to my wife

and my family.

- Kids with milder forms of RAD,

they can learn to live within the family,

but those with more severe cases

haven't been so successful.

- I don't know why I let you talk me into this.

- Because you wanted to come with us, mama, come on.

- [Lexi] Close your eyes, mama.

It's okay, trust us.

- It's okay, it's okay, good boy.

Here you go.

- I'm not ready.

- Aw, sure you are.

Look at how cute he is.

- We'll help with him.

- Oh, yeah, I've heard that before.

Come here.

- [Jarren] You're a good boy.

- Hello, beautiful.

I thought you might change your mind about meeting me here.

- I carefully considered it.

- Long time since our last date.

- It was a lifetime ago.

- Do you love me these days?

- What kinda question is that?

- After what I put you through.

- I think about him all the time.

It kills me how loveless his life was.

- Well, you do know that one day

Carl will accept your visits.

- I hope.

- I promise you.

- Don't do that.

I don't need you to fix everything.

I don't need you to save me, Zeb.

I am learning to take responsibility for myself.

- Well, that didn't sound very romantic.

- Now, romance.

That's what I need you for.

- Do you?

But are you sure?

(train honking)

Willie.

Come to mama.

Willie, Willie.

Willie?

Where are you, baby?

(dog whimpering)

How did you get out?

- Miss me, Annika?

- Let go, Carl, you're scaring him.

- Am I scaring you?

You turned me in.

Say it, I just wanna hear the truth once, bitch.

- I didn't lie.

- How about, "I love you, Carl?"

You never loved me.

- Please give me the knife.

- Why don't you come and get it?

- This is not a good plan, Carl.

I'm on your side.

- Fucking liar.

(grunting and groaning)

No, no.

- I am in charge now.

- Let go.

- No, I will never let you go.

I wanna help you.

- I don't need help.

- That's not true.

Ow!

(mom shushing)

I love you.

You are my son.

(somber melody)

- I feel good.