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[female reporter]
We asked Chief Barnholtz,

and he says simply,

"I just can't afford to keep
as many officers on the beat

as I used to."

What will the outcome of
the City Council's decision be?

And what does the mayor
have to say about all this?

We'll find out tomorrow.

I'm Rachel Beckwith
with Your Eye on the Apple.

Did we get it?

- We got it.
- Great.

Thank you.

- What do you say, Joe,
lead story?
- Uh, yeah.

Protagonist, antagonist,
beginning, middle,
and the end.

This is not the news.
Short film circuit.

Oh, people
don't want facts, Joe.

They want drama.
They want a good story.

Okay. Let me add this
to your final report.

- Transmission is complete.
- You're the best, Joe.

Oh. Tell that
to my wife.

- Hey.
- See you the Waldorf at 9:00?

Got it.

Think the mayor's
gonna be there?

Oh, it'll be obvious
if he avoids me again.

- I'd avoid you.
- Don't you know it.

[chuckles]
Good luck.

All right,
what do we got?

What will the outcome of
the City Council's decision be?

And what does the mayor
have to say about all this?

We'll find out tomorrow.
I'm Rachel Beckwith,

withYour Eye on the Apple.

I love you.

Me, too, baby.

- [door shuts]
- [cat meows]

Brian?

- Baby, did you
hear something?
- Mmm.

Oh, Jinx.

[meows]

Aw, Jinx. What, are you
gonna hide from me now

'cause you know
you were bad?

What do you got to wake me
up for all the time, huh?

Huh, cutie?

[door creaks]

[gasps]

I've been watching you...

every night on the news,

trying to seduce me
with your eyes.

How do you think that
makes me feel?

[stab]

[panting]

Oh...

Aah!

Call the police!

Please help!
There's someone in my house!
There's an intruder!

What? No, don't make me hold!

Shh.

Rachel!

Oh, my God!

Brian?

Oh, God, oh, God.

Oh, Brian. Okay.
Just breathe.
Okay? Help!

Somebody! Babe?

Baby, come on.
Come on! Come on, baby!

Come on, baby.

Brian!

[man]
Matteo.

- What's up?
- Still in shock.

Can't even utter
a complete sentence.

Intruder?

Fiance stabs him
with a screwdriver.

Vicious fight ensues.
Fiance loses.

He broke in
from over there.

Exited the same way.

Nothing missing.

Is she who I think she is?

Yeah. Reporter from
the local news.

There's probably a lot
of people stalking her.

Goes with the territory,
I guess.

You find any evidence?

No fingerprints,
but we got his blood
on the screwdriver.

Well, that'll take weeks
for the DNA to get analysis
in the blood.

Let me get some security
on her for now.

[birds chirping]

[dog barking]

[woman]
Rachel, honey!

Wake up!

Breakfast is ready!

[sighs]

- More eggs, sweetheart?
- Yeah.

- Oh, I'm so excited for her.
- I know, I know.

- Hey.
- Oh.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Oh, sweetie.

There's orange juice,

toast with jelly or butter,

pancakes, bacon,

and I'm preparing eggs
just the way you like them.

- Wow, Mom.
- Wow!

- Here you go.
- Thanks, Dad.

Uh-huh.

Oh, no, no, no.
I'll get it.

Oh, thanks.

[Mother]
Okay, here I come.

Sunny-side up.

Just the way
you like them.

Wow.

Oh, I didn't break them.

Gee, thanks,
Mom, Dad, uh...

but, you know, I'm not
five years old anymore.

Well, we know that.

I'm celebrating.
Today is a big day.

Yeah. You ready?

Oh, yeah. I'm ready
to get back to work.

Don't feel rushed.

You can stay here
as long as you want.

Uh, well, yeah,
I have to get on
with my life, Mother.

Well, anyway,
I think it'll be good
to get busy again.

You just do what you
feel you need to do

and know that we're going
to be behind you 100%

with any decision you make.

And I think the local station
is a good idea.

Yeah, thanks, Dad.
I do, too.

Me, too.

The studio's nice.

Yeah, well, listen.

I know our humble
little station here
isn't all that spectacular,

but it plays a vital role
in the community.

Good people of Fillmore
depend on us for everything
from weather to local events.

There's one woman
who depends on us
a little too much.

Miss Fortenski.

Isn't she the woman
who had he generator
installed

so that she wouldn't
miss the news if
the power went out?

Yes, Stephanie,
that's her.

Thank you,
Stephanie.

Thanks.

Wow.
[chuckles]

Well, this is it.
Home sweet home.

Listen, I'm sorry I couldn't
get you an office right away.

No, this is, uh...

Well, this will be great.

Well, just let me know
when you're ready for
your first story.

I'm ready.

[chuckles]
You can take a little time

to familiarize yourself
with the place, if you want.

I don't think you even know
where the coffee machine is,
do you?

No, well, I'm here
to get back to work.

I'm ready, so, uh...
lay it on me.

All right.

What do you know about...
architecture?

Architecture?
Well, um, I know lots.

Frank Lloyd Wright,
Philip Johnson,

Le Corbusier.

Nice French.

You don't need
to know that much.

I'm thinking about
doing a series on
the grand houses of Fillmore.

Who were these people?
Where did they come from?
Where did they go?

Real small town,
local station-type stuff.

Don't get caught up
in all the details.

Just broad strokes.

All right, I think
I can handle that.

All right. Well, I have
an opening on this weekend's
Sunday morning show.

Do you think you
can handle that?

I'll, uh...
I'll do what I can.

Okay. Well, my office
is right back there,

so if you
have any questions,
you just let me know.

I will. Thanks.

And there's a file
called "archives."

I would start there
if I were you.

All right, thanks.

The coffee's down the hall.

[voices whispering]

[bird squawks]

[bird squawks]

[baby gurgles]

Hello?

Hello? Is anyone here?

[baby crying]

[baby cries]

[crying continues]

[panting]

[crying continues]

[woman struggling]
What about the kids?
No! No!

- [woman screams]
- [stabbing]

[woman screams]

Stop, Frank!
Stop, Frank!

[screams]

Stop!
[screams]

Oh--

[whimpers]

[panting]

Rachel.

Rachel.
Just a second, Rachel.

You wanna tell me
what's going on?

You can talk to me.
Now, I know you've
been through a lot.

Oh, you have no idea
what I've been through.

Well, that's true.

I haven't lost anybody
like you have. That's right.

Oh...

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that. I...

I guess I'm not as ready
as I thought I was.

This story
isn't that important.

There's no story around here
that's that important.

Take a little time off.

I am more than willing
to wait until you figure
this whole thing out.

Can I tell you something?

Ever since you left Fillmore,

I've kept a very close eye
on your career.

Now, your reporting,
it is intuitive.

It's smart.
It's... refreshing.

And on top of all that,
you tell a really good story.

Take the rest of the day off.
I'll see you in the morning.

Get out of here.

Thanks for understanding.

[female voice]
Help us.

[sobs]
Help us.

Aah! Oh!

Hello. It's okay.
Calm down.

Who-- Who are you?

I'm Arnold Howard.

I'm a reporter with
the Fillmore Union Tribune.

Oh, uh, Rachel Beckwith.
I'm with the local news.

Great.

[Rachel]
So, um--

What are you doing here?

I'm doing a story
on Mr. Sullivan,
the doctor.

What kind of story?

You don't know?

No?

One woman swore he left
surgical instruments
in her belly.

Another woman testified
she was awake
during an operation.

Oh, uh,
so what's your angle?

Photographs. Home life.

You know,
spice up the story a bit.

Do you live here?

No, I don't live here.
I...

Well, I'm here
to do a story myself
on the architecture.

The architecture?

I don't believe you.

What do you mean,
you don't believe me?

I've been working for the paper
for a year now.

And I've been told I have
excellent instincts.

We can work together.

I probably have information
you can use.

No, that--
That's okay.

All right, look.

You're right.
I'm just not here
for the architecture.

Can I tell you something?
Can you keep a secret?

You're only as good
as your sources.

That's what my boss,
Mr. Sherman, always says.

[Arnold]
So, basically,
what we do is we wait.

This is the most sensitive
photographic equipment,

and it's set up to show
the most minute differences
in the air.

If an apparition
comes through here,

the equipment
automatically detects it.

Flash!

The camera photographs it.

Arnie? Are you down there?

I'm over here.

Arnie, where are you?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. I've definitely
got a signal over here.

[clicking]

I've got-- I've got
a good signal over here.

Arnie, the flashes.
They woke me up upstairs.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Really? You're--
No! Oh!

Oh! Oh, my gosh!

It's going crazy.

[Arnold laughs]

Yeah!
There's definitely--

Arnie! Look out!

[bones crack]

Oh, God.

[Rachel gasps]

His name was
Arnie what, ma'am?

Arnie Howard.
His name was Arnold Howard.

There's nothing
in the basement.

There's no equipment.
There's no body.
There's nothing.

But...

But I don't understand.

Look, he said that
he worked for the
Fillmore Union Tribune.

Ma'am, not to be disrespectful,
but the Fillmore Union Tribune

has not published
a newspaper since 1984.

Well...

Oh, look, I...

Look, I'm sorry
for the disturbance.

Please understand that
my fiance passed away
six months ago, and I--

Well, I'm just
having a hard time
getting over the loss.

- We know, ma'am. We checked.
- You're George Beckwith's
daughter?

George is pretty concerned
about you, so, uh...

maybe it's best
that you just drive home,

and my son here will
follow you in the patrol car.

No, I'll be fine.

Miss Beckwith?

We insist on it.

Are you okay?
We've been worried.

What were you thinking?

- George!
- Mom, it's okay. I...

I don't know. I...

I-- I turned
a story on Fillmore's
architectural history

into a breaking news story.

It's probably too soon
for me to go back to work.

You know, maybe you
should forget about

this investigative
reporting altogether,

maybe get a job
as a TV anchorwoman.

Maybe you're right.

The chief thinks that
you're suffering from

some kind of
post traumatic
stress syndrome.

You know, sweetheart,
he might be right.

Maybe you should think
about seeing a therapist.

Yeah.

Mom, yeah,
that's a great idea.

You know what? I saw
plenty of therapists
in New York.

And you know what?
None of them could
do anything

to bring Brian back!

Rachel.

Look, sweetheart.

We know that.

It's just that...

they said that you saw
a boy murdered today,

and there was no body.

Oh, God. Honestly, I--
I... must be delusional.

But I swear to you...

they were as real
as the two of you
standing in front of me

right here...
just like this.

Well--
Well, I think...

we should all go to sleep

and start a brand-new day
in the morning.

It's all right, sweetheart.

I'll second that.

You're home with your mom.
You're home with your dad.

This is where
you ought to be.

Rachel!

Rachel. Rachel,
wait a second.

I just uncovered
some very interesting
information

about your friend Arnie.

Oh, God,
you know about that?

This is Fillmore, Rachel.

- [Rachel sighs]
- Everybody knows.

Anyway, listen, I was
talking to Chief Murken,

and I told him that you
were having these visions

that you've been seeing
this newsboy and, uh...

Come here.

Now, I hope you don't mind,
but I did some research,

and I found out that there
was a young journalist

who did some work for
the Fillmore Union Tribune
about 35 years ago.

Yeah?

You're not gonna
believe this one.

Arnold Howard was found dead in
the basement of that old house.

Now, apparently
he was interviewing
a Dr. Sullivan,

and there was
some terrible accident
in the basement.

- Accident?
- Oh, yeah.

You see, the good doctor
was very well respected

in the neighborhood
at the time,

and he claimed
that Arnie came over

just to interview him
about some equipment.

Arnie trips and
falls on the steps,
breaking his neck.

Can you believe that?

Can you believe
that somebody died
in that house?

[coughs]

Are you okay?

[clears throat]

Yeah. Yes.

It must be
the musty old house.

Well, anyway,
that's all the information
that Chief Murken gave me,

but I thought you and I
could go through some
of the archives

and, you know, check out
some of the old articles.

Look, Steven, I know
you don't know me
all that well,

but I assure you...

I am one of
the most sane people
you will ever meet.

I scored 1400
on my SATs,

I graduated Northwestern
with a 3.9 GPA.

I've based my entire career
on focusing on the hard facts.

But I--

Well, I think I'm--
I'm-- I'm seeing...

Seeing what?

I don't know. I...

I-- I'm sorry. I don't know.
I don't know anymore.

All right.

Let's approach this
like journalists.

Right.

Like journalists.

[Steven]
See, the Fillmore News Station

actually used to be
the Fillmore Union Tribune,

but then cable came to town,

and everybody
got better reception,

and sales of newspapers
plummeted,

so the owner of the paper

just decided to turn it
into a TV station.

Hmm.

Oh, here it is.

"Massacre in Fillmore.

Well-respected doctor
butchers family."

Oh, my...
[gasps]

"Well-respected
general practitioner
Dr. Frank Sullivan

is in jail pending
the investigation

into the bloody massacre
of his wife and three kids

at 2200 Harvard Street,
Fillmore."

Let me see this.

"Dr. Sullivan has been
under investigation
by the state board

for malpractice.

Those who knew the doctor
felt that he was growing
more and more agitated

as the court date regarding
the malpractice loomed.

Fortunately, one Sullivan child,
Elizabeth, did survive.

She's now in the custody
of the Fillmore Family
Services Department."

[police radio chatter]

- Hey, Sam, how are you?
- Good.

How you doing today,
Mr. Javitz?

Good.

- Can you give me
just a second here?
- Yeah, sure.

They keeping that
coffee hot for you?

- It's waiting for you.
- I like to hear it.

Chief Murken.

Steven.

Just who I wanted to see.
Now listen.

We've known each other
a long time.

I just need
a little information about
what happened to this girl.

Was she adopted?
She get picked up by
a family member? Anything.

Steven,
you gotta drop this.

People in town
are starting to talk.

No one wants to dig up
the past. It's over.

Now this girl has a life.

I mean, can you imagine
how awful it would be

to find out that your father
had killed your whole family?

Let it go.

I mean, what
are you gonna do,
knock on her door?

Steven, we've known
each other a long time.

I thought
you were different.

I thought you weren't
the kind that would go
pry into someone's life

as leisurely
as Ms. Beckwith does.

Fine, Larry.

You know what? I got it.
You're probably right.

This is none of our business.

Probably just stirring up
memories of a ghost
she'd rather just forget.

Okay. Glad you're
coming around.

Thanks for your time, Chief.

Rachel, listen.
We're gonna drop this.

We're gonna take
a whole new angle
altogether.

Why'd you do that?

'Cause we weren't
getting anywhere.

I think what we need to do
is seriously step back

and consider what it is
we're trying to accomplish.

I think if you just
stay away from the house,

you'll be fine.

I can't stay away.

You don't understand.

It's like there's...

something calling me.

I don't know. I--

I know it sounds crazy,
but I--

I feel like I've been chosen
to get to the bottom of this.

Rachel, just stay away
from the house.

No. I need you to go
back there with me.

I need you to see
what I've seen.

You know what I think?

I think all this has
been too much for you.

I think we need to
take some time off,

at least just tonight,
the two of us.

Oh, I don't know, Steven.

I don't think I'm ready
for anything like that.

I'm not talking about
a romantic dinner.

I'm talking
about regrouping.

You know, just...

have a little fun.

Fun?

Yeah.

[Rachel]
Then I said,
"What do you mean?"

[both laughing]

I don't think
this is a good idea.

No, no, no.
Wait, wait. no.

Let's go do
something else.

I just want to meet
this family of ghosts.

Oh, no, Steven, come on.
Don't make fun of me.

Something strange
is going on here.
You can't deny that.

Oh, Rachel, come on.
Snap out of it.

Come on.
Give me the tour.

Please?

- Oh, all right.
- How do you get in?

No! Come on.

- Oh, the secret passage.
- Yeah.

[dog barks]

[dialing]

Chief Murken?

Whoa.

Wow!

This is great.

You know, maybe we
shouldn't do this.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Rachel, this is awesome.

This is so good.

Oh, my God.

This is amazing.

Besides, Rachel,
it's calling me.

All right, now is not
really a very good time
to make fun of me.

All right.

Just give me a moment
to sober up.

What do you think
they ate last?

- I don't know.
- Let's find out.

- Whoa!
- Aah!

[both laughing]

Come on.

Hey, Rachel.

Is this where you
saw Arnie get killed?

Well, he was at
the top of the stairs,

and that man came
and twisted his neck,

and he fell down the stairs
towards me.

Wow.

You have a vivid
imagination.

I wasn't imagining it,
I swear.

Where do you think
you're going?

I just want to see.

So this is where
Arnie landed, huh?

His head was at the bottom
of the stairs there.

Wow.

Hey, there are some photos
over here.

There's a room back here.
It was hidden.

What?

You can't do that.

Nobody's
lived here for years.
Who's gonna care?

What do you say?

Ladies first.

You're crazy.

[police radio chatter]

Steven Javitz!

Where are you?

Mrs. Pennington
from next door

said she saw you
snooping around here.

Come on, Javitz.
You're screwing up
my cocktail hour.

[clattering]

Steven, is that you?

Come on, Stevie.

Am I gonna
have to arrest you

and take you back
to your mother

like I used to do when
you were in high school?

Don't move.

What are you doing
in this house?

This is my house.

Frank?

Frank.

Frank Sullivan.

You remember me,
don't you, Chief?

Get your hands up
and come down slowly.

Is this really necessary,
Chief?

Oh, my God.

[gasps]

Oh, my God.

What is this,
some kind of
operating room?

No. No.

Do you know what this is?

This is a dissecting room.

Steven, put that down.

There's blood all over
everything.

Oh, God. What is that?

These are body parts.

Oh, God.

Oh, they are.

Oh, they're human bones.

[gasps]

Aah!

Help me.
Oh, God.

Oh! Oh...

You're doing good, Frank.

Just keep coming.

That's right.

Okay. Turn around.
Keep 'em up.

Okay.

That's right.

Right behind
your back.

You know the drill,
Frank.

Hey, Chief,
how's the wife and kids?

At least mine are still alive,
you son of a bitch!

It's not really
my weapon of choice.

I-- I really like
working with my hands.

You know, I was really
quite good with my hands.

I prefer using...

surgical steel.

Down on your knees.

On your knees!

What was that?

I don't know.
Let's go.

Just go, Frank.

No one's gonna look for you.
I won't tell anyone I saw you.

Just go.

No. Chief, you've
got it all wrong.

No. I'm on a mission.

And unfortunately,

you're a big part
of that mission.

[groaning]

[Murken groaning]

An apple a day.

Chief Murken!

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.
He's dying! He's dying!

Uh, code four!
Emergency! Somebody!

Oh, my God!
There's blood everywhere.

Oh, God.

Somebody! Somebody!

Oh, God.

[police radio chatter]

David, I'm so sorry.

We were just doing
some investigating.

Investigating?

That is our job.

You journalists think you
can just play detective.

It's not like that.

We were trying to find out
the basis of some of Rachel's--

Just sit down.

I gotta go in...

I gotta pick up a phone
and call my mother

to let her know
that her husb--

I lost my dad today.

I lost my dad today!

And he meant the world to me!

I'm gonna find
this son of a bitch.

I'm gonna teach him a lesson.

And I don't give a damn
about police work right now.

I just...

I just care about
my dad's dignity.

We got an APB out
on this guy.

Our theory is that it's
The Butcher, Frank Sullivan.

He went by an alias
of Walter Barrett
at the carnival.

He's 56, thick-wasted,
receding hairline.

He's got a gray jacket,
navy blue pants,
and big black boots.

So you know his name?

Police say
it's Frank Sullivan,

The Butcher.

He got four life terms
25 years ago.

I remember that case,

had the whole town
in a frenzy.

Well, so he should
still be in jail.

Well, he should be.

He escaped last year.

He escaped?

Well, how come
we didn't know about that?

The prison warden was
too embarrassed to notify
the proper authorities.

That's it.
You two need protection.

Dad, uh...

Not that kind of protection.

Aha.

George, my table!

This is the kind of protection
I'm talking about.

Ha ha!

Here, Javitz. All yours.

You know what?
I'm not much of a gun guy.

I probably wouldn't even know
how to shoot that thing.

Come on, kid.
Stop being such a wuss.

Listen, it's real simple.

You load the bullets
from here.

You put one in the chamber
and fire.

- [gasps]
- Oh, for God's sakes,
it's not loaded.

[scoffs]
Here you go, kid.
Knock yourself out.

[female voice]
No, don't...

- [car alarm]
- [dog barks]

[dog barks]

[female voice]
Please!

I'm here.

Please come out.

Hello?

Answer me!

Please?

Give me a sign.
Give me a sign.

Give me something.

Please?

Show yourself!

Oh. Oh, please.

Oh...

Oh, please.

[gasps]

Oh, God. Oh.

Don't be afraid.
I'm here.

Don't be scared.

I'm here to help you.

What is it you want from me?

Why have you been calling me?

Help us.

[echo]
Help us.

Help us.

[echo]
Help us.

Please.

What is it
you need me to do?

Help us find peace.

Help us, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

No.

No. I'm--
I'm not Elizabeth.

[crying]

[Steven]
Rachel!

No.

No!

No! Don't leave! Wait!

- No!
- Rachel!

Rachel, listen to me.
Listen to me.

They got him.

They got Frank Sullivan.

- I talked to her.
- He was at the carnival.

They just walked--

What did you say?

I talked to her.

She asked me to help them.

Help them?
What does that mean?

I don't know.
I don't know.

All right.
Now you listen to me.

Frank Sullivan is in jail.

They got all the help
they need right now.

We're getting out of here,
all right?

Come on. Let's go.

Quite a night, huh?

Uh...

Thanks for coming
to get me.

[chuckles]

We've, uh, become quite
the little team here.

Yeah.

You could say that.

Well, hey, look,
at least you'll
sleep good tonight.

Probably not.

Uh, listen.

Do you think maybe we could
get some dinner sometime?

Yeah.

I'd like that.

Sorry.

I'll see you
at work tomorrow.

You bet.

Mom?

Yes, dear?

Dad?

Mom, could you sit down
for a second?

But I need to go.

Mom, please.
Could you--

Just please
sit right there.

- Okay.
- And, uh, Dad,

could you put down
your paper?

I...

[sighs]

I have something important
I need to talk to you about.

Oh, honey, you're not...

No. I...

No. I'm-- I'm not.

I want you both to know
that I love you very much.

But there is something
that I need to ask you.

You can ask us anything.
Shoot.

Sweetheart, ask away.

How come I don't...
look like either of you?

I've told you before,
you actually a lot like

my mother's side
of the family.

No. I...

I'm being very serious here.

I...

I mean, I don't look
like either one of you.

I-- I don't have
Dad's big nose,

I don't have
Mom's curly hair,

I don't have mom's hips,

nor do I have Dad's mouth.

I mean...

let's be honest.

- But you do, honey.
- Um...

Okay. Well, uh...

Here's another thing.

Why are there no pictures
in this house of me

before the age of three.

Oh, God.

Um...

Well, uh...

Oh, Rachel.

We know that--
that you love us.

You don't have to tell me.

And I'm confident that...

you know you mean...

the world... to us,

but...

Well, con--

considering that things
have been happening

the last few days, I...

I think your father
and I have...

something very important
to tell you.

Uh...

Well...

25 years ago...

we had the opportunity
to welcome into our lives...

a beautiful...

sweet...

angelic...

little three-year-old...

girl.

Oh, honey, she was just...

perfect.

The minute
we laid eyes on her,

it was love at first sight.

In fact...

she even reached out
and hugged me

the very first moment
I got close enough.

And she hugged me
all the way to the car

and then all the way
into her new ho--

into her new... home.

Rachel...

you were not born of--
of my body,

although it feels
as if you were.

And...

and know that you
are part of my flesh...

and my heart,

and you will always be.

Oh, honey, we...

we never told you
because we didn't want--

we didn't want you
to feel that you were...

different than
your brother and sister,

and we never,
never wanted you

ever to feel
that we loved you...

any less.

You are now...

and you always will be
our little girl.

Uh, we may not be
your birth parents,

but we're your life parents.

We may not look like you,

but, uh...

you have our personalities.

You have our joy of life.

And, um...

you even have some
of our mannerisms.

Well, I, um...

I don't really know
what to say.

I don't even know
how I feel. I, uh...

I guess I feel like
my life was a lie.

Oh, no, Rachel, please.

Your life has been great.

You've had a great life--

birthday parties,
first days of school,

um...

ballet classes.

Oh, honey,
you grew up so happy.

Yeah, but you're
not my mother.

I mean, some other woman
gave birth to me.

I have someone else's
DNA in me.

I mean, what if I get
a genetic disease?

You don't know
who my parents are.

Oh, God. Or do you?

Or do you. Do you?

Do you actually know?

No.

We were never told.

And more importantly,
we never wanted to know

because when
we brought you home,

we were your parents.

No one else mattered.

Maybe we were selfish.

But we didn't
want anyone else
complicating your life.

But really, we just
didn't want to know.

You are our daughter.

I know who my--
my mother is.

You what?

And she needs me right now.

No. Rachel, Rachel.

Please don't go.

Please don't go.

George, what have we done?

[Rachel]
Thanks for meeting me here.

I don't know if
I could face him alone.

I'm here for you, Rachel.

Whatever you need,
all right?

Mr. Javitz,
may I help you?

Yeah. We're here to see
Deputy Murken.

About what?

Well, we'd like to see
Frank Sullivan.

I'm sorry,
but that's not possible.

Why not?

You don't understand, ma'am.
That's physically not possible.

He's being moved
to a maximum security
holding facility.

Deputy Murken
took him himself
about an hour ago.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Think you're going
to prison, don't you?

Prison is a resort compared
to where I'm taking you.

You're gonna pay
for what you did
to my dad.

What's gotten into you?

Why are you
so full of vengeance?

I don't think your daddy
would approve of your
becoming a bad cop.

Shut the hell up,
you sick son of a bitch.

You do not know my dad.

I don't know your dad?

Well, sure I do.

I killed him, didn't I?

You know what they say.

You don't really know somebody

until you see death
in their eyes.

And certainly I saw death
in your daddy's eyes.

[chuckling]

He was crying like a baby.

Yeah, just keep talking!
Keep talking, shit-head!

You have no idea what kind
of pain you're in for.

David, I don't think your mother
would like such nasty language.

And to want to hurt
someone on purpose?

Oh, no, I don't think she'd
like your behavior at all,

Deputy Dave.

That's it.
You're not making it
to the farm.

I'm pulling over
right now.

I'm killing you right now,
you got it?

[panting]

This is for my dad.

Huh?

And don't... ever...

Do not talk about my mom.

What did I just say, huh?

This is for
the state of New York.

[groaning]

You son of a bitch.

Here's one last one
for my old man.

[coughing]

[crunch]

[mooing]

Oh, God.

- Oh, Mom, thank God.
- [sobbing]

- Shh. I'm right here, okay?
- Oh, Rachel.

I'm right here.

It's just that--

I-- I thought I'd lost you.

Oh, don't.

Mom, you're never
gonna lose me.

Okay?

I've been so blessed
to have parents like you.

There's something
I need to tell you.

Um...

I think I know
what's happening,

and...

it has to do with
who my birth parents are.

Well...

I'm Frank Sullivan's daughter.

You're what?

Frank Sullivan, The Butcher?
That can't be.

I was 3 1/2
when you adopted me,

and their little girl
was 3 1/2 at the time
of the murders.

I'm Elizabeth Sullivan.

- No.
- No, that can't be.

They told us that your parents
died in an auto accident.

You had no siblings,
no immediate family.

Damn it!

They told us that you
were a clean adoption,

and no one would ever
come here to claim you.

When we brought you home,
we did it out in the open.

We were so proud of you.

We wanted to show you off.

But to think that your people
came from right here,

it just enrages me!

I'm sorry, but they--

Mom, Dad, okay, listen.
That is not the point.

No one is ever gonna
take me away from you.

No one can change the fact
that you were wonderful parents.

But there is something
that I have to do right now.

Otherwise, I'll never be
able to live with myself.

I know that this
sounds crazy, but...

I think my birth mother
is calling out to me.

Mrs. Sullivan,

my brother and my sister,

they've been living in that
house in some sort of limbo.

I have to help them
find peace again.

How are you gonna do that?

I don't know.

But I have to go back
to that house

to reach her again.

Don't worry.

I'll be right back
here tonight.

- Oh, I love you.
- I love you, too.

- Be safe.
- I will, I will.

I'm gonna be
all right, Dad.

- God!
- What'd you do?

I hurt myself.
I don't fix cars, Aubrey.

Well, you should be
able to. You're a guy.

Yeah, it should be
a dumb guy.

Yeah, real good.
Why don't you keep
talking on the phone?

I'm trying to get
ahold of somebody.

- "Trying to get
ahold of somebody."
- Shut up.

Why don't you shut up?
Why don't just sit down?

- Yeah, real, real good.
- I will, thank you.

Yeah, I know.

Gage, there's a car coming.

[siren blaring]

- Hey.
- Yes.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Hey, it's a policeman.

Stop. Hey.

[tires screeching]

Stop! Aah!

[tires screech]

It's the police.

Marge, quick!
Find someplace to hide!

- What's going on, George?
- Just go! Now!

Aah!

Thanks, George...

for taking such great care
of my daughter all these years.

[Marge]
No! Oh, my God!

My God, no!

Nooo!

Mother?

I'm here!

It's me, Elizabeth!

Can you hear me?

I know. I understand
what happened.

I know you were hiding me
just to keep me from him.

Maybe she's shy
around strangers.

I'm gonna wait downstairs.

Mother!

It's me.

Elizabeth.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry
he did this to you.

I know what happened.
I know everything
that happened.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Elizabeth.

Look at you.

[chuckles]
You're so pretty.

[sobs]
Oh.

You've grown up to be
a beautiful woman.

[chuckles]

You look...

just like
your grandmother.

[click]

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I have to go, all right?

Oh, don't go, no.

I have to go.
You be safe.

Wait!

No, wait!

You be safe.

Wait! No!

Honey, I'm home!

Elizabeth.

Daddy's home!

[child]
We're here, Daddy.

Elizabeth?

[Frank]
Why don't you come out
and say hello to Daddy?

Give Daddy a big kiss.

Daddy misses Elizabeth.

You're going to hell, Frank.

You're going to hell!

You ungrateful...

Do you have any idea
how hard I worked

to support you and
those nasty brats?

Do you have any idea
how long I labored

in medical school?

Do you have any idea?

You're going to hell
for what you did!

Hell was living with you.

[laughing]

This ends tonight!

[shouts]

Oh, God.

Oh, think, Rachel,
think, think, think.

Elizabeth.

Won't you come out
and speak with Daddy?

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

[kids yelling]

[giggling]

Elizabeth, we've been
waiting for you.

Won't you come join us?

Sugar?

Please.

There.

Thank you.
[chuckles]

[Frank]
Elizabeth!

What's your baby's name?

Sarah.

Sarah.

[laughs]

- Sarah eats cookies.
- Uh-huh.

I bet.

Mommy said
to take care of us.

She says you'll
stop the hurting.

Cream?

Yeah, please.

Thank you.

Elizabeth!

[boy]
Elizabeth...

[girl]
Elizabeth...

Kill him.

Kill him for Mommy.

Mary?

Joseph, no.

No, God,
don't leave me alone!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth?

Why are you making this
so difficult?

Why are you doing this to me?

I am your daughter,
for God's sake!

Daughter.

Mmm, no, no.

You've got it
all wrong.

You haven't been doing
your research, have you,

my little Miss
Investigative Reporter?

Are you taking notes?

I'm not really your father.

What are you talking about?

Your real father
died years ago.

Your mother was
a very beautiful woman.

Prettiest girl in town.

But she was... married.

She never even thought
of having an affair.

But I... wanted her.

Even with the four of you.

So...

her husband...

met with a tragic
car accident.

In fact,

I think you've been
formally introduced,

if you've been
snooping around
my surgical room

in the basement.

You sick son of a bitch!

Sick?

Some people would say that.

I'm just trying to carve out
a little niche for myself.

Certainly you would
understand that impulse,

doing absolutely
everything you could

to make sure yours
was the lead story.

Oh, Brian.

Oh, God, I need you now.
Please give me strength.

There's nowhere else to go.

Nobody else to turn to.

[Mother]
Elizabeth.

Why don't you just make this
easy on the both of us,
Elizabeth?

Why don't you just come here
and give Daddy a big hug

so I can slice you
into pieces?

Come on, Elizabeth.

You can't hide.

Not up here.

You're going to hell
where you belong!

[thud]

Rachel.

- Steven!
- Sweetie, sweetie.

Oh, God!
Oh, my God,
you're shot.

Okay.

I'm all right,
I'm all right.

Okay.

That's not to say
this hasn't been
a tough day.

[laughs]

Well, you got
your protagonist
and your antagonist.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Beginning, middle,
and end.

- A real story.
- Yup. You're back.

- Don't you know it.
- All right.

All right. Set it up.
Let's get out of here.

We're done.

Sam!

Well,
Miss Beckwith.

Pleasure,
as always.

Back on schedule,
I see.

That's right.
How's business?

Business has been well.
How have you been?

I've been good.
Thanks, Sam.

We'll see you
at the restaurant soon?

Yeah, you bet.

Excellent.

Thanks to the City Council's
decision on Friday,

the strike will be averted.

So it looks like
back to business

for the Port Authority
on Monday.

This is Rachel Beckwith with
Your Eye on the Apple.

Steven!

[laughs]

Which way is up
around here?

What are you doing?

How've you been?

Good. Yeah.

Felt good to work.

Feels good
to be back, yeah?

It really does.

How about you?
Think you can handle it?

Well, you know,
I've been taking
uh, gun lessons.

[laughs]

Down at
the driving range.

I got my black leather,
so I think I'm set.