Mommy!
It's all over, angel.
Everything's okay.
She scares me.
It's all over, baby.
It's all over.
It took me an hour to calm him down.
Just to get him to recognize me.
Do you know how a mother feels when her child does not recognize her?
He'd been brainwashed.
You told him I was gone.
What the fuck are you up to?
Last night,
like almost every night, I went into the woods
to try to find the bastard that took my son.
The Tall Man.
Old lady Ashcroft said she'd seen him twice at nightfall,
so I'd walk.
I walked...
And I walked.
And then, by chance, I came to your house.
Chance or intuition, call it what you like.
And he was there.
I couldn't believe that he was there.
It went around and around and around in my head,
trying to make sense of it.
Did I dream that?
My mind turned to Trish.
She made an altar for him, like she did for all the others.
Four candles and prayers for his return.
When you talk to Trish, she listens.
She never saw me as a freak.
She wasn't the first one I saw.
When I looked into your eyes, I knew.
I wasn't mad.
It wasn't enough for you to see me like that?
You had to offer me your God damned coffee?
With your innocent air,
and your angel face, right?
Were you worried?
Did you feel guilty?
Or are you just the most cynical bitch the world has ever seen
that you offer a coffee to a woman whose child you kidnapped?
I waited for you to leave.
I waited for the diner to empty.
At first, Trish didn't believe me.
People around here all trust you, Julia Denning.
But I talked,
and I talked, and I talked
until she started to have doubts.
And when they were big enough, just big enough,
I told her I was going to get my kid back,
and she said, "You're going to break into Julia's house?”
And I said,
"if he's not there, you can drive me to the loony bin yourself."
She decided to keep the diner open all night.
Waiting up for my news with some of the other regulars.
But it's not me they saw arriving.
When I saw you at the window with my son,
I thought about calling the cops,
but I don't trust them.
All they've ever done for me is kick me out of my house.
They don't care.
Look where they forced me to live with my son.
You took my baby away, and the other children, too.
Where are they?
Where are the other kids?
Julia, you tell me what you've done with the other children,
or I swear you'll die.
I gave them to the Tall Man.
Who is he?
Don't you know?
The whole town is talking about him.
Don't mess with me, Julia. Who is he?
He's the one everyone's talking about.
Mommy?
Come here, angel.
She won't hurt you anymore.
Look, at my son, Julia,
and tell him you lied.
Tell him you're nothing to him.
He has to hear it from you.
David!
DAVID; No!
Let go! No!
Where'd you learn to do that?
Residents may know answers this evening.
Police scanners are very busy indeed.
We have noticed a lot of increased traffic.
FBI presence in town, and our news reporter, Amy Wilkinson is there.
Amy, can you hear me?
Yes, yes, David. Hello. Hi.
Yes, it seems that things are actually finally starting to happen here...
You did it.
- He's never going back there. - What happened?
We don't have any time.
The whole town will be here soon.
It's over.
Go home, Jenny.
Just go home, and don't say anything to anyone.
Hey.
Remember that number trick that you showed us at dinner?
You take a number, multiply it by something,
add six, and it always ends in three?
You don't know what you're talking about.
It's a really good trick. It always worked,
it's just, I don't remember what you did.
How does it go again?
Please don't ask me to do that.
You couldn't bear it, believe me.
When we were eating the Brussels sprouts, remember?
It doesn't matter what number you take.
It's always three.
Jenny knows.
She knows. She's been watching me for weeks.
That's impossible.
No, we got comfortable. We got sloppy.
How much does she know?
She wants to see him.
You take him down, and we go.
Look, you do it, and we leave, right?
Tell me you're not gonna stay here.
No!
Of course, you're still here.
I gave him your name, where you live. Perhaps he'll come.
But if you say anything to anyone, he'll come for sure,
but not in the way that you want.
Because he'll do things to you that you can't even imagine.
Get out of here.
Julia!
Bitch! Open up!
Shut up and let me do the talking!
Julia! Open the God damned door!
We're not going to break through.
Okay, the cops are coming.
You're dead, bitch!
You'll be dealing with them, you understand?
Open up the door!
Everything's going to be fine. Now, you just come out.
The bitch is frightened to come outside!
Check the back door!
Everyone around, we're gonna haul Julia out!
MAN 21 Julia!
Come down, you bitch!
Are you all right?
For God's sake, Campbell!
I told you to keep her away from the window.
- Sorry, Sheriff. - Get her away from the damn window.
They want to tear her apart.
Come on. Let's go.
Lieutenant, there's too many.
We're not waiting.
Just keep your look straight ahead.
Deputy, you're on the right.
- And when we get out that door... - In here.
I want you to head straight for that...
Shit!
Come on. Let's go.
Keep your head down. Look at the ground in front of you.
Do not engage. We're headed straight for the car.
Don't say a word. Don't talk back.
Look straight down. Come on, let's go!
You're gonna die!
You killed my baby!
You took my baby!
Let's go. Go, go, go, 90!
Keep your head down, Mrs. Denning.
Down!
Is team number one on the second floor?
Well, nice little workshop.
Hey.
A well shaft.
Oh, mercy.
Did you know this house was built over this shaft?
There's holes everywhere here.
More than 40 square miles of them.
It's going to be a pain in the ass.
Too bad for us, Chestnut.
Whole region's sitting on this same Swiss cheese.
Uh-huh.
Well, if the children are down here,
it could take us 100 men and 20 years to find them, if they're down here.
Who's to say she didn't use this as a passageway out into the woods?
Nah, we're going to need everybody. Get them outside.
Going to need lights.
- Not a single thing. - Well, what do we do?
Police line. No one goes in or out!
How are you, Mrs. Denning?
We haven't found him.
Not him, not the others.
Don't tell me.
Don't tell me that's what I'll have to tell the parents.
Naw, keep going-
You got this covered?
Now,
I'm given to understand that your husband
was a well-respected man around here, Mrs. Denning.
Yes, he was.
Now, there was a large age difference between you, isn't that right?
- Yes. - Mmm-hmm.
He was a doctor in Cold Rock
from 1992 until when?
Until the end.
His... His end.
And how would you describe his relationship to the people around here?
He kept this community together.
Cold Rock was dignified then.
He helped to create that dignity.
Yes.
And then, the mine shut down...
And morale declined.
And he was gone when the children were paying the price.
The children?
They were suffering so much.
I had to do something.
Could you explain that for me, Mrs. Denning?
Did you keep them in a room, one after the other?
In a real children's room with books
and toys, and music.
It's filled with beautiful things.
And Christine.
She looked after the children when you were away?
Yes.
But apparently, you told David's mother
that you delivered the children to someone you called
the Tall Man.
All of Cold Rock chose that name.
Mrs. Denning, is there a man, whatever his name,
to whom you delivered the children?
No.
You acted alone?
Yes.
Now, you yourself, Mrs. Denning,
you were never able to bear children, were you?
We couldn't have children.
Mrs. Denning,
did you kidnap the children of Pittsville County?
Yes.
Did you make those children disappear?
Mrs. Denning,
are those children dead?
Did you kill them?
Did you kill them, Mrs. Denning?
Mrs. Denning?
Cold ROCK, USA,
Pittsville County,
Washington State.
Shut down mine,
no school, miles of forest and a labyrinth of tunnels.
Possibly the worst place ever to search for traces of 18 missing children.
Last victim's name, David Johnson.
Well...
How are you managing, Mrs. Johnson?
- I'm holding on. - Good.
Okay, you want to come in?
Have a seat.
We need you
to avoid confrontation.
We need you to appeal to her as a mother.
Do you understand?
I understand.
Now, if any single remark or question shuts her down, we get nothing.
We have found no trace of the kids,
and she doesn't talk to us anymore.
Mrs. Johnson,
if you feel that you cannot go through with this right now, you need to let me know.
No, I'm ready.
Try not to focus on anything too specific.
You just talk to her, you listen to her.
You try to get her to open up.
If we get anything, it will be because she didn't realize it.
You understand?
I know why you're here.
You want answers.
Yes.
But there's nothing I can say that's going to give you any comfort.
Julia,
I can't live.
I keep turning things around in my mind,
and I miss him, you know.
It's unbearable, the missing him.
Thinking about him all the time, wondering where he is.
I know.
I don't think you do, Julia.
But I do know.
I was a mother to each and every one of them.
They had everything they could ever possibly need.
Julia, I know I live in a dump J
I don't have a job, and life for me is hard,
but I would still die for him, you know?
It's just the same everywhere.
The defeat
and the pain,
it's a cycle.
A Cycle?
You shouldn't have come here.
What cycle?
The system is broken.
It doesn't work.
There's nowhere to turn. There's no support.
I've seen it all over the world.
It's just easier to give up.
I'm not any better than you, Mrs. Johnson I've just seen more.
It's not a matter of being a good person or being a bad person.
It's about how you cope.
We're so limited.
But the eyes of every child are filled with potential and hope,
and we should embrace and nourish that potential, but we don't.
We continue to make the same mistakes.
We continue to let the children grow up broken and lost,
just like their parents.
We have to break the cycle.
It has to be a priority, but it's not.
That's what I've been trying to do. That's what I've done everywhere.
And what did I change?
Nothing.
Yes, I cared, I helped, I cuddled,
thinking I was bringing change, thinking I was making a difference,
but when we asked for real change,
all these bureaucrats said, "No, you can't do that.
"There's a process."
Every time we questioned the politicians,
and the system that makes poor people poorer, and the children suffer,
they said, "No, you can't do that. There's a process."
So the cycle goes on, and goes on and goes on,
and the children continue to suffer,
and no one does anything about it, and the world will never change.
God, I'm just torturing you.
If you're done,
can you answer two simple questions?
The parents of Cold Rock need to know,
are the children dead?
No.
I couldn't keep them all.
Where are they?
They're in the forest,
in the tunnels,
everywhere.
Hello, baby killer. That's right.
I'll kill you, bitch!
You're mine, bitch!
Read my lips, honey.
I'm not bringing her back!
Neither you or your fucking sister has no say!
- Okay? - No.
What do you mean, no?
No, my sister and I agreed.
I don't care what your fucking sister said!
Carol needs to come back!
Steven, you bring your voice down. You're going to wake Jenny!
I'm not going to bring my fucking voice down!
Oh, you are drunk! We are going to talk about this tomorrow.
No! No, we're not going to talk tomorrow.
You are going to call your fucking sister! Carol is going to come back!
Oh, is that what you want? You want to talk tough?
You want me to get tough? Huh? You really want tough?
You don't know when to
- God damn shut your mouth! - Mom! Dad!
Get off!
You want to get hit?
Oh, baby, baby.
Get off me, you little runt.
Son of a bitch!
Baby, baby. Come here. Come here.
Don't you touch her!
Don't you ever touch her!
You didn't miss me this time, honey.
Nice shot.
You bastard.
You want to play rough? I'll get rough.
- Don't you push me. - Then do it, do it.
Don't ever lay a hand on the kid again.
Don't you ever strike my daughter!
The kid overreacts!
Jenny!
Jenny, where are you, honey?
Come back, everything's okay. I'm okay.
I'm probably not what you were dreaming of,
but you're not a baby yourself, dear.
Can you wait here for a moment?
Yes, I think it Will be all right.
It has to be.
As far as we are concerned, Jenny Weaver is dead.
Please meet Vera Parker-Leigh.
Watch over her carefully.
Our field officer was unable to give her a proper transition.
Be extremely careful the first few weeks.
Her behavior could still be deemed suspicious and give us away.
- No, ma'am. - Please, I insist.
I don't want your money.
The women who saved this girl paid a high price.
One of them is dead, and the other will never again see the light of day.
I know. I saw her on the news.
Your money is an insult to her sacrifice.
Will Jenny be the last one being taken care of?
The last one from that division.
Mrs. Parker-Leigh.
So, there are more of you?
How are you, Tracy?
I wasn't expecting you.
We haven't found Jenny yet.
I guess Chestnut's doing what he can, right?
Uh...
I put one of my men on the case.
Thanks.
What about Julia?
Well, the prosecution's asking for the death penalty this afternoon,
but I don't think they're going to grant it.
In case she decides to tell them where the other kids are buried.
We know that she's not the one that took my Jenny.
Your Jenny ran away,
and I'm going to find her.
Okay.
Hang in there, Tracy.
Yeah, I've been doing that for 25 years.
Yeah, I hear ya.
My first mother was a good woman.
Hardworking, generous, affectionate.
We talked, we shared, we laughed,
but then it stopped.
She couldn't talk to us anymore about men,
about her dreams, about her pain.
My first mother loved me, and I loved my first mother.
Watch your back.
INMATE 21 You're mine!
My second mother only mothered me for a short time.
You're dead, you rat!
I often think about her.
I try to imagine the moment she had in the tunnel,
giving one last kid to her husband.
Bitch! You're dead.
Did he implore her to run away with him?
Or did they both know someone had to stay,
be the monster, pay the price, and protect their secret?
Whether she was a good person or not, I'm still not sure,
but my second mother loved me, and I loved my second mother.
My third mother is teaching me about the bigger world.
She says knowledge is the key to open all my doors, so I stay focused.
I observe, and I work hard.
Vera, sweetheart.
I listen to what she says
I want to please her.
My third mother loves me, and I love my third mother.
You're going to be late for art class.
I'll be right there.
My world has changed.
I try to follow its rules.
It's a beautiful world, my new mother says.
She tells me to hang on, that I'm doing well,
that I'll get used to it with time.
Jeffrey.
Jeffrey, come on.
Come on, honey.
We're going to be late.
I'm not like the others.
I guess they've forgotten.
I can't
Every morning, I wake up to the same thought of
giving it all up and running back home,
but I remind myself I wanted this life.
I wanted it. I made it happen.
I guess it's better this way, right?
Right?