Jack, I know it's been 11 months, I know you've been trying to deal with this in your own way but...
She is not coping very well. She needs help, Jack.
She needs someone to help her get through with this.
Grandma is here.
What's my mother doing here? - Look, you're not coping, ok.
Len's worried, I'm worried, your mother offered to help.
You invited her here?
- Darling.
Hello, mother. - Oh, look at you. Are you eating?
Is this all of it? - Don't be ridiculous. That's just my makeup.
Oh you're so handsome as hell, Jack. - Lindsey, honey, are you gonna say hello?
The child hates me. So what will it be, Jack?
Actually, I'm not drinking these days. - Oh, that's your problem in a nutshell.
Are we still a family? - Of course we're a family.
Your mother's in crisis, your father's a wreck.
What does that make you?
I'm in charged.
He's walking through the woods, looking for blood sport.
Then he sees three. He grabs his gun and looks and aims.
And then a giant puff of smoke, He doesn't see them anymore.
Then he realizes that his gun, it was out of bullets. Then he runs. Runs, runs, runs....
You're a Salmon girl, right?
Holiday.
Grandma, I know where Susie is.
Yeah, Susie is gone to heaven, sweetheart. - Lindsey said there is no heaven.
Alright then, she's dead.
You might be dead soon. - Why do you say that?
Because you're old.
35 is not old. You've been sniffing too much of that nail polish.
And anyway, nothing is gonna happen to me. You know why?
Because I take my medicine everyday.
Grandma, she's here.
What? - Susie.
Susie is in the in-between.
I was in the blue horizon, between heaven and earth.
The days were unchanging.
And every night I dreamed the same dream.
The smell of damn Earth. The scream that no one heard.
The sound of my heart beating, like a hammer against cloth.
And I already hear them calling. The voices of the dead.
I wanted to follow them. To find a way out.
But I would always come back to the same door.
And I was afraid.
I knew if I went in there ...
I would never come out.
My murderer could live in one moment for a long time.
He could feed off a memory over and over again.
He was animal. Faceless.
Infinite.
But then he would feel it. The emptiness returning.
And the need will rise in him again.
Go. - In here?
When summer came he know this young lovers would sneak into the cornfield.
He began to follow them. And watched.
Will you come to bed?
Yeah, soon.
Buckley did this. - Correct, he said that this is our house ...
This is the police station, and that's you. - That's me.
Yeah, he made you chief of police. - I've gained 20 pounds.
It must be the uniform. - It's the dangers of a desk job.
I'd like to report a lost.... - Why don't you have a seat?
I'm living with this every day. - What about the marriage?
What marriage? Jack sleeping in his study.
You got to find a way to keep going. You don't have a choice.
If you can't keep up, you have to... ah, bingo.
Oh no Mother, that is cooking cherry, please, please! - You have to find a way to live with this.
Live with it? I am living with this. I am dealing, I'm coping.. --You're not. No, you're not letting go of Susan.
Dealing with it. So what?
You have a tomb in the middle of your house.
Oh sweetheart, do you really think if you seal it up that the pain is gonna go away?
My mother went as far away as she could.
She found a job in a small orchard outside of Santa Rosa.
The work was hard, but she didn't mind.
If anyone asked, she said she had two children.
Dearest Lindsey ...
And Lindsey, who always said she didn't believe in love.
Found it anyway.
And there it was. The moment that I would never have.
My little sister had run ahead of me.
She was growing up.
What's the matter? I thought you'd be happy.
I am happy.
I'm very happy.
Then why are you crying?
No, you think she did not want to kiss him? - No, she did.
She wanted to kiss him very much.
Always i would watch Ray.
I was in the air around him.
I was in the cold winter mornings he spent with Ruth Conner.
That strange otherworldly girl who...
so easily accepted the presence of the dead among the living.
And sometimes Ray would think of me.
But he began to wonder, maybe it was time to put that memory away.
Maybe it was time to let me go.
Lindsey, throw it.
Missing girl, Susie Salmon and sister Lindsey Salmon (right)
My murderer had finally tuned instincts.
He knew my sister had begun to wonder about the solitary man who lived in the greenhouse .
She seemed intent on crowding him.
And he resented it.
He began to feel a familiar itch.
Rolls to develop.
Mom, look. - Just a sec...
Careful, honey. - Mom.
This is a beautiful ...
Mom, look.
Hey Dad, look at me.
Mr. Salmon, hi.
What is that? - Oh, this is a project I'm working on.
Are you a hunter? - Ducks.
That's a blind, right? - Yup.
Yup. - So these things really work?
Oh, yeah.
It's all about concealment, the art of concealment .
And patience. Takes a lot of patience.
You sit for hours on it in the dark. I'm an outdoors man.
I wish I have been.
Mr. Salmon?
I just, I never got a chance to tell you how sorry I am about your lost.
Dad.
Here, let me help you. - Oh no, that's alright. Really I can manage.
It's no trouble.
Alright, appreciate it.
Daddy, look. - This is for you.
You're welcome.
It's beautiful, is it not?
Look at me. - Careful, honey.
Oh, that really good smell.
Delicious. - Beautiful.
Dad.
Hey Dad, look at me.
I think it's time for you to go home now, Mr. Salmon.
Go on home?
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
What did you do with my daughter?
It's gotta stop, Jack. You came this close to getting arrested tonight.
You're lucky George Harvey declined to press charges.
Lucky?
Your father put a hole in the man's backdoor.
Yeah, he should've put a hole in his head. - Lindsey, please.
Did you hear that, Jack? This is the example you're setting for your kids.
Persecuting the neighbours. - He's not crazy.
I didn't say that. - Well then, why won't you listen to him?
Because you need evidence, Lindsey.
You can't go around making accusations against George Harvey when you have no evidence.
You need proof. - You are pathetic.
Why can't you just admit it? You stopped looking for her a long time ago.
Len's right.
It's time to put this behind us. It's going on too long.
This has to stop. - Dad ...
Things will take their natural course, Lindsey.
Len, I appreciate everything you've done. You've been a great friend to me.
It goes for Abigail too.
You've been a great friend to both of us.
Murder changes everything.
When I was alive, I never hated anyone.
But now hate was all that I had.
I want him dead.
I want him cold and dead, without blood in his veins.
Look at me.
Look at what he did to me.
What am I now? The dead girl?
The lost girl? The missing girl?
I'm nothing.
I was stupid.
I was so stupid. - You don't control this, Susie.
He does not own you.
You can be free of him. But not this way.
What do you know? You don't know anything.
That man took my life.
You will see, Susie. In the end. You will understand.
Everybody dies.
Brian? - Go.
Where then?
Dad?
Dad? I realized what I had done.
I willed him to stop.
I willed him to turn back.
I know it's you. Come out.
Come out. Face me.
Did you hear me, son of the bitch?
Get off me. - Sick bastard.
Brian, stop.
Brian, stop it.
Dad!
No. - Brian, stop it.
Brian, stop.
You can get him killed.
He's dead. - Go, go.
Go.
I knew then, he would never give me up.
He would never count me as one of the dead.
I was his daughter.
And he was my dad.
And he had loved me, as much as he could.
I had to let him go.
Sophie Cichetti, Pennsylvania. 1960.
She had been his landlady.
Jacky Meyer, Delaware. 1967.
She had just turned 13. Her body was found in a drainage ditch.
By the side of the road.
Lea Fox. Delaware 1969.
She was already dead when he dumped her body in the river.
Lana Johnsen. 1960.
Bucks County. Pennsylvania.
She was lowered into a shack, he had built out of old doors.
She was the youngest. She was six.
Flora Hernandez. Delaware 1963.
He'd only wanted to touch her. But she screamed.
Denise Liang. Connecticut 1971.
13. She was waiting for her father to close up their shop when she vanished.
Denise Liang, who sometimes like to be called Holly.
Susie Salmon, 14. Norristown, Pennsylvania. 1973.
Murdered in a room he had built under the earth.
Come on, guys. Keep up.
Are you OK. Lyndsey? - Go on.
You sure? -I'm fine, Go.
Catch up?
Local Teen Charged with Felony Assault
Salmon girl.
Corn Field Salmon House
Hatch.
Dad.
Where's Dad?
Mom.
What are you doing here? - What, does it matter? She's home.
Home for good? - Of course she's home for good.
Where is Buckley? - He's at soccer practice. And I have to pick him up in an hour.
My girl. - Jack.
Look at you. What happened?
No, no, no. You're too late.
We're closed. - You're closed, huh?
Yeah.
Too bad. I was really hoping I'll get rid of this thing.
Sorry, pal. We're filling her in. - Well, you filling her in, huh?
Well, I really hate the inconvenience... but...
Would you like some help. - Yeah, good. That'd be great.
I come here almost every day.
I like to listen to the sounds.
Have you seen Holly? - Did she tell you about this place?
Yes.
Then you must be ready. I'm Flor Hernandez.
The others will be here soon.
Who's that? - I don't know.
But he gives me the skivvies. - The skivvies? Why? Are you 12?
#On the floating, shipless, oceans#
# I did all my best to smile #
# Till your singing eyes and fingers #
# Drew me loving into your eyes.#
# And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me, Let me unfold you." #
# Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you. #
# Then I dream you would dream about me?#
# Were you here when I was full sail?#
# For you sang "Touch me not, touch me not, Come back tomorrow."#
# Oh my heart, oh my heart shines from the sorrow.#
It's beautiful.
Of course it's beautiful.
It's heaven.
Come on, let's go.
What are you waiting for? You're free.
Almost.
Not quite.
Ray!
Ruth!
What happened?
What's wrong?
Ruth!
Susie!
You wrote me a poem once.
You called yourself Moor.
I got it, I think.
Kiss me.
You're beautiful, Susie Salmon.
These were the lovely bones, that had grown around my absence.
The connections sometimes tenuous.
Sometimes made at great cost.
But often magnificent.
That happened after I was gone.
And I began to see things in a way ...
that let me hold the world without me in it.
A cold night.
Are you looking for a ride?
No.
No?
Are you sure? It's pretty cold out here.
I'll take you wherever you wanna go.
What do you think? - Look, mister ...
I'm not interested. Ok? - I'm not trying do nothing. Just trying to be polite.
That's all.
A young lady, alone at night. Not safe.
Didn't you hear me? Piss off!
When my mother came to my room I realized that...
All this time I've been waiting for her.
I have been waiting so long.
I was afraid she wouldn't come.
I love you, Susie.
Nobody notices when we leave.
I mean, the moment when we really choose to go.
At best you might feel a whisper or the wave of a whisper.
Undulating down.
My name is Salmon. Like the fish.
First name Susie.
I was 14 years old when I was murdered on December 6.
1973.
I was here for a moment.
And then I was gone.
I wish you all a long and happy life.