Ms. Blake? I'm Detective Sabatino.
This is my partner, Detective Briggs.
Ms. Blake,
he's been down there a couple of days.
His blood alcohol, Ms. Blake,
it was very high.
Gentlemen,
would you step out for a minute, please?
Dad,
you son of a bitch, you finally did it.
Damn you, Dad.
He kept beating me with it on my back,
and then on my head until it broke.
He doesnot like himself when it happens.
I don't even want to hear about him.
This is not about him. This is about you.
Sonny Blake Show.
Yes, Gail. That is his problem, not yours.
He didn't call me. You did.
I'm not sure it's even within his control.
Gail, what is my motto
when I hear someone tell me their life is out of control?
Toere are no accidents.
I wanna hear you say it, Gail.
But more importantly, I want you... No, I need you to believe it.
Okay.
Okay, stay on the line, and we'll get that number to you.
To all of you that we did not get a chance to speak with tonight,
that's all the time we have as we approach The News at Midnight.
I am Dr. Sonny Blake,
my producer is the lovely Ms. Paula Crenshaw.
Our own silverback male, Glenn Forrester, is up next with the news.
I will see you Monday night, and have a great, great weekend.
Dr. Sonny Blake, noted psychologist and author,
can be heard every Monday through Friday
from 8:00 P.M. to midnight here on Talk Line.
Nice job. Thank you.
So, you gonna let me take you out for one last fling?
I can't. I have to get up early,
and meet Barrett and the moving van.
Did you say "Barrett"?
Barrett?
He called me yesterday, okay?
Just said he missed me and wanted to see me.
And you talked to him?
He's just helping me with the move.
This is the guy who you said should have his breeders license revoked?
Just stop.
But you were hating Barrett, not the city.
And now you're moving out of the city and bringing Barrett with you?
Sonny, stop. What are you doing?
I wish I knew.
Okay, you sure I can't convince you to go grab a late one?
Come on. We can talk all about it.
I don't want to talk about it.
What kind of late one?
I thought you were getting serious about those meetings.
Wow. Did you just try and throw a 12-step guilt trip at me
so I'd stop talking about Barrett?
Pretty soon you're gonna be knocking on my door,
begging to come hang out in the burbs and have a barbecue.
And you're gonna be pining for life in the city
without the boyfriend that hit on your best friend.
Your lesbian best friend. That's how dumb he is.
Hey, I passed the moving van on the highway.
So, we got to get that hallway cleared.
Give me that one.
Here.
Nugget! Nugget, you stop that and get back here.
Come here.
What are you doing?
Hello. Hi.
I'm your new neighbor.
Sonny Blake.
You related to Jack?
He was my Dad.
It's been empty for over a year.
Yeah, well, I had it on the market,
but I think it might be easier to sell an elephant these days.
He never mentioned a daughter.
Oh, Jesus. Did I just say that?
We had our problems.
Wasn't a very happy man, your Dad.
No, I can't remember a time when he was.
Oh, I guess you know I'm having a pool installed.
I've stopped work though, so it
should give you some peace.
What's the matter?
I wouldn't subscribe to the paper if I were you.
Why?
You don't want to have anything to do with that one.
You kept it.
Surprised.
I'm glad.
How about we go to a ball game this Saturday? Got some great tickets.
From a client? Isn't that a bribe or something?
Where do you want these empties?
Um... Just down in the cellar.
Wait a minute.
Let me take it.
There's no reason to go down there today.
When I was a little girl,
I'd hide down here in the basement when things got scary.
I'd sit next to this furnace,
I could hear everything that went on in my parents' room.
I got all kinds of questions about this, Sonny.
You're gonna find a ghost in every corner.
Barrett.
Got an arraignment at 7:00 A.M.
Barrett.
Thank you for coming and helping me today. It was very sweet of you.
Just tell me, are all shrinks this crazy?
Hi.
Would you be interested in our special introductory offer
of one free month of Toe Bugle?
Excuse me?
I'm Cam. I'm your paperboy.
Thank you, but no thanks.
Did you know that less than half the people in this country
read the newspaper anymore?
Or that even less than half of that read books?
Get your foot out of my door.
I know, trust me.
Everybody looks at me the same way. It's okay.
I am not looking at you.
Come on, they're about as dark as eyes could get.
You see that?
You can see yourself in them.
They're kind of like tiny, little mirrors.
If you don't get your foot out of my door right now,
I'm gonna call the cops.
Uh, well, I could roll them in the back of my head,
but I really don't think that's going to be any better.
Did you hear what I said?
Uh, hi, my name is Cam.
Would you like to subscribe to the newspaper?
Your foot.
Move it now.
This offer is only good if you order now.
The free month expires in the next 10...
Okay, time to go in.
Good luck.
There's a new group starting up.
Adult children of alcoholics, Wednesday afternoons.
Be a break from your DBRs, and it pays.
I'm in the city on Wednesday.
We could schedule it on a day you're free.
Wait a minute, my what?
DBRs.
Damaged Beyond Repair.
I can't believe you said that.
Yeah, well, I'm getting cynical, I know. Just a minute.
I know you could do with the money.
Weren't you planning on selling that house instead of moving into it?
Thank you,
but I'm gonna stick with my Damaged Beyond Repair.
Woy?
Oeoo, as you know, I was once one of them myself.
Ooooo oamn ioo oacoo why do you think she's always down there?
Oeo up here!
Ooooo oou are drunoo Jack.
I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to my goddamn daughter!
Canot you see she's afraid?
So help me, I will nail this basement shut!
Stop ito
Sonny, you look at me, little girl, right now.
You get the hell up these stairs or I'm gonna drag you.
Itos talk time on Talk Line.
And with only a few minutes left tonight,
we have a young man on the line from Stillwater,
my old hometown just across the bridge.
Hello, Stillwater, you are on the air with Dr. Sonny Blake.
Stillwater, are you there?
Hickory dickory dock
the mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one, the mouse was done
hickory dickory dock.
Well, a little poetry to end our night.
That is all the time we have
as we approach The News at Midnight with Glenn Forrester.
Back tomorrow at 8:00 P.M.
Dr. Sonny Blake.
Barrett.
Mmm?
Barrett, wake up.
Yeah.
Barrett, I need you to get to my house now.
Who is this?
Wake up.
Sonny?
I think someone has been in my house.
Wait, what?
I just need you to get over here now.
Get out of the house and call the police. I'm on my way.
Look, talk to me like someone who just drove
all the way from the city in his pajamas
and is still half-asleep, okay?
The ballerina is always first.
Ballerina, then the elephant my brother gave me,
then the swan, then the cat, then the mouse, then your bear.
Barrett's bear. It is always on the end.
Ballerina first, bear last. Someone switched them.
Hickory dickory dock?
That's what he said on the radio. The clock struck one...
Yeah. Like it does every night when you get home.
And when it did, I saw the mouse. The mouse ran up the clock.
And that's when I noticed the bear
and the ballerina have switched places.
Some guy found out where you live,
broke in before you got home tonight,
rearranged your knickknacks, then called to tell you about it?
You don't believe me.
I didn't say that.
So then you think I'm crazy.
Those things got moved. You're absolutely sure?
100oo sure?
Look, you wanna call the cops, call them,
but I can tell you right now,
you don't have a burglary, a forced entry
or proof anyone was in this house at all.
I get it.
All right, let's get some sleep, huh?
What? You mean on top of all this, I have to drive back?
I told you I wanted to take things slowly this time.
Ballerina first, bear last.
You sure you really wanna do this?
Sit out here in this big, old house? Stay out here all by yourself?
What are you looking for exactly?
Something that won't stand me up on Saturday night.
What species?
My house already has some cat doors.
This way.
All right, Monster. Let's see if anybody
has taught you how to use a cat door.
Monster.
Come on, Monster.
Food.
It's your food. And now we go through the cat door.
Terrific.
Okay, come here. Come here.
Okay. I'll go find you a cat bed. I think I saw one in a box.
Okay.
Hickory dickory dock.
Please don't freak out.
What the hell are you doing here?
What are you doing in my house?
I had to tell you that your 10 days are almost up.
I want you the hell out of my house. I want you out now!
The free introductory offer is about to expire.
Now!
Calm down, calm down, it's okay.
Don't tell me to calm down!
Out! Okay.
Going.
Move it!
You really should learn to recognize
a good thing when you see one, Doc.
You know, you really should lock your doors and windows around here.
You never know what might crawl in.
No!
Cam!
You're absolutely sure this is the kid
who called your show last week?
Barrett... Did he take anything?
How about your undeoear drawer?
My what?
Forget he's a kid. I've seen cases like this.
These guys get real creepy. Maybe he's a sniffer or something.
Barrett, stop.
I told you he was in my house last week, and I was absolutely right.
I just wanna hear you say it.
Let me see that cell phone.
He's not on here... Just say it.
Could this be some kid you met at the outreach center?
No.
Some Junior pervert you counsel there?
No.
How many kids have you worked with there over the years?
Hundreds. Yeah.
More than you can remember.
I would've remembered him.
Ms. Blake?
Sorry, but we heard the call and recognized the address.
Come in.
Look, she got home tonight, and this kid was in the cellar.
I'm sorry, and you are?
Barrett Tanner, I'm with the District Attorney's office in the city.
You called the D.A.'s office? No, I'm a friend.
She thinks he's been here before at night while she's at work.
And who is it we're talking about exactly?
He was here last week trying to sell me newspapers.
Who?
The paperboy.
Look, guys, she wants to press charges.
I didn't say that.
So, you think that he's a big fan of yours?
That... You think he's stalking you?
I don't know.
Did he ever threaten you in any way?
No. Did he touch you?
No! Your things.
Did he go through some of your things?
He was in my house and in the cellar. Isn't that enough?
I'm just trying to get the facts straight, Ms. Blake.
It's Dr. Blake, Detective.
And the facts are, I did a show
on nursery rhymes a couple months ago,
about the violence and abuse in a lot of them.
Now, I think this kid must've heard that show.
She also counsels problem kids at a community center.
It wasn't one of them.
So, let's get a statement, and let's get a description.
That's the first step.
I am guessing that you don't remember
the last time we met each other.
A year ago in the same cellar.
Wait a minute.
You think this has something to do with your Dad?
Look, she just moved in,
she's a little jumpy and this freakin' kid
is downstairs when she gets home.
We're on top of it, Mr. Tanner.
Let's take care of this fast.
Do you want his fingerprints?
He switched them again.
The bear and the ballerina.
I wasn't exactly snooping. I was cleaning and I saw it.
Uh-huh. But there are no accidents, are there, Mary?
And your son put something in that letter
about himself that he was not ready for you to know.
But I feel I have a right to make sure he stays safe,
that he stays happy.
And that he makes the kind of choices
that are the right choices for him to do that.
Am I a bad mother for thinking we should be able to talk about
anything and everything?
The paperboy for your area is a boy named Derek.
No, he said his name was Cam.
Well, it's Derek.
And he fit your description. This is the kid, trust me.
He's got the eyes you were talking about.
His parents said he has something called aniridia.
It's when the iris doesn't develop,
so it stays black like the pupil.
Well, did you go to his house and question him?
Yeah, and the kid was more than a little surprised
to see us at 2:00 in the morning,
that includes his parents who gave sworn statements
that Derek was home all night, did homework,
watched some TV and was in bed by 11:30.
Yeah, well, parents lie for their kids all the time.
I said he had an alibi, I didn't say we believed it.
I just want to know what the hell he was doing in my house.
Doesn't it make you stop and think?
It made all of us stop and think,
but we have nothing to tie him to your Dad whatsoever.
What about fingerprints?
We didn't find any.
As a matter of fact, we couldn't find anyone in that cul-de-sac
who had anything to say about this kid at all.
They didn't see me chasing him up a hill at 1:00 in the morning
with a bunch of their dogs?
What?
Your neighbors don't exactly corroborate
your story about what happened the other night.
Even Fred?
The old guy next door? Especially Fred.
Mr. Crumb? It's Sonny. I need to talk to you.
Mr. Crumb, I know you're in there.
I don't answer this door after dark.
Well, I am not leaving until you speak to me.
You don't talk about him.
You don't go to the police about him.
You don't do anything that might attract his attention.
Your father had a dog.
It barked and chased the boy every time he came to deliver the paper.
One night, your father found that dog
nailed to that fence in your backyard.
He'd done it, and your father knew it
and he really went after him.
Did he go to the police?
They'd been called out to the house themselves a few times...
And they always found him drunk, so no one believed him.
They were at war with each other.
Only you don't want to be at war with that thing.
Thing?
He's a trick of the light,
something dark that doesn't always look like one
until you look into those eyes,
those reptile eyes
that look like two big holes where the person ought to be.
They know.
The dogs, they know when he's in the cul-de-sac.
You're seriously telling me he's up on the roof?
I've seen him on your roof too.
And in that big tree of yours.
What would you say if I told you I'd seen him
do things that I can't explain?
Things that
a normal boy
shouldn't be able to do?
You're not afraid of him like we are,
but you should be,
after what he did to your father.
Are you telling me my father didn't die
just by falling down a flight of stairs?
Mr. Crumb?
Okay, sugar. They're each on their own track, so press track two now.
And nowo if you're talking, she's listening.
Back to Dr. Sonny Blake.
And now, back to our own Dr. Sonny Blake.
If you're talking, she's listening.
Paula, you're never gonna believe this. I just saw him.
Saw who?
Just now on the side of the road.
Psycho paperboy?
At half past midnight? Are you sure?
Out here in the middle of nowhere.
He knows this is the only road into Stillwater from the city.
And you're sure it was him?
Yes, he was holding a sign.
He was holding a what?
Sonny?
Sonny, I'm talking to... Hold on a second.
Sonny, I'm talking to you.
You're saying I hallucinated, but I'm not crazy.
This man puts the idea in your head
that this boy may have killed your father.
This man calls the boy a thing.
He says this boy
does things no normal boy should be able to do.
And I saw him do the impossible.
It's probably that house and your history with it.
Either that or you got yourself a paperboy
who's figured out how to be in more than one place at a time.
I'm also saying that I think it's very important that you go back to therapy.
You don't have to see me, but you do need to see someone.
Look at me.
You're one of the bravest, brightest women
I've ever seen walk out of the dark.
Don't lose your way again.
I am deadly with this thing!
So, after you save the shire, Mr. Frodo,
what do you do with one of those in the modern world?
Hunt, my good man.
And by the way,
it takes a lot more skill to fire
one of these babies than it does a rifle.
And about as much brains.
And did he say this bastard kid
pushed your father down the stairs or not?
He said a lot of things.
You've gotta stick with the facts, Sonny.
Look, do you know what he's talking about or is he a crazy, old man?
Hey, Barrett, this is some spot. Huh?
You can't find space like this to do target practice in the city.
It's called civilization.
I don't get this.
I mean, your Dad, now, all of a sudden, you? Why? He doesn't even know you.
If he's a sociopath, their minds don't work like ordinary people.
They fixate on things. There's no rhyme or reason to it.
You know, you're on the air,
you're giving all kinds of advice to people you don't even know,
you reach out into the shadows. I mean, Jesus Christ, Sonny,
I know you're trying to help people, but
do you ever stop and think about what else might be out there?
Out there listening to you?
So this is my fault now?
No, I'm saying you're all over the place out there.
A bus can't go by in the city without your face plastered on it.
Keep it down.
Look, Sonny,
he wages a war against your Dad. He listens to your show.
He reads in the same paper he delivers
every morning that you're moving right here.
You know, sometimes after they dig the big hole,
they put in lights, tiles and water in it.
Sounds to me like this kid needs a good kick in the ass.
You know, your paperboy from hell.
Hey, you remember that guy you were seeing,
the first year we were dormies?
The Delta guy who lived across campus
with the dimples, and the smile and the bubble butt?
The guy you were so wrapped up in
till he stomped all over your heart?
Yeah, what about him?
Wasn't he a frat boy with a law degree too?
I'm just saying...
I'm just saying that
you should have someone who really loves you
and
wants to take care of you.
Paula.
How many of those have you had?
Don't do that. Don't do that.
I didn't mean it like that.
You know, if you want me to shut up, I'll shut up...
Help me!
Help me! Oh, my God!
Help me! My head's killing me.
It's not funny.
It was just a joke. What, I thought this was a party!
What?
Don't tell me.
Hey!
Do you see him, Barrett? Where'd he go?
Son of a...
You peeping on us, you sick, little animal?
Barrett...
Huh? Where is he?
Sick, little bastard!
Stay calm.
Barrett.
Here he is. He's a kid.
I got him.
Now, you're the one who's peeping.
I don't believe this. Look at this!
Give him a thumping, Bar!
He's right there. He's right there. SONNY: Stay calm!
He's right here! He's right in front of me.
He's standing right, goddamn, there.
Bar! Bar! Holy...
Come here, Bar! Give me your hand!
Attaboy, attaboy! Give me your hand. Attaboy, attaboy.
Grab on, grab on. Help him out, guys. All right, got it?
You okay? You okay, bro?
You all right?
Just breathe, just breathe.
Son of a bitch. It's piss!
What? What?
This kid's not sick, he's dead!
Maybe he is an animal.
Isn't that how they Mark their territory?
No one laughed, Barrett.
I distinctly heard lesbians giggling.
You wanna fight fire with fire, just let me slap
a civil suit on that punk's family.
I'll end his little reign of terror the old-fashioned way.
If that kid is half of what you think he is,
you got a hell of a lawsuit working here.
What's the crossbow doing in the garage?
What, I can't keep it out here?
No, I don't want it here. Take it with you when you go.
You sure you don't want it for protection?
Thanks. I'll stick to my Dad's baseball bat.
Tell me something, what happened today
when you fell into the pool pit?
Was I imagining?
You don't want to get into this.
No, you don't want to get into this.
I had a hell of a trick played on me when I was a kid.
My cousin and his buddies.
When I was little.
One day, they dug a grave, and they put me in it
in a cardboard box.
It had a hole with a long snorkel
so I could breathe while I was being buried.
The idea was, I'd be buried alive for an hour,
then they pull out the snorkel.
And the test was to see if I could
hold my breath while they dug me out.
That's awful.
No, no.
No, let me tell you what's awful.
What's awful is chanting.
"Little Barrett Tanner, they put him in the ground."
"And when they did, he didn't know he never would be found."
"They buried him living and screaming and then"
"they never dug him up again."
They chanted that,
throwing dirt over me in the hole.
So, I lay there for an hour, crying.
The box caved in all around me from the dirt.
I'm sucking on the snorkel,
afraid it would be ripped away at any second
and I'd have to hold my breath or suffocate.
What happened?
A neighbor found me, dug me out.
I don't like small places,
and I especially don't like them
when they're holes in the ground.
Hey, come on. I was, like, 10 years old when that happened. Relax.
Yeah, well, it seemed pretty recent today.
Don't tell me.
If that sick bastard is down in the basement listening to us,
I will personally wring his neck.
No, it's the cat.
Son of a bitch!
Barrett!
Go back in the bedroom.
What are you gonna do?
I'll be goddamned!
Just call the cops!
I am the goddamn cops!
I am gonna rip his head off.
If he's down there, I'm gonna break him in half!
I'm gonna call the cops.
Barrett?
Barrett!
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
and Jill came tumbling aoer.
Bastard!
Open this door!
Open this goddamn door!
Police emergency.
333 Rosewood Lane.
Have you arrested him?
This is frustrating for us, too.
Have you taken him into custody?
No, we did not.
Let me guess, his parents said he was home with them all night.
Detectives, when you were a kid, did you ever sneak out?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. A few times.
Even Barrett said someone he didn't see
came out of the dark and pushed him.
No, I saw him. I talked to him.
No, you talked to a shadow at the top
of the stairs. You said so yourself.
No, I said he was in shadow.
All right, fine. You take that to court,
and his parents get on the stand,
and they say that he's been home all night. That's reasonable doubt.
No...
You ask your boyfriend how that works.
I'm sorry my case is not strong enough for you, Detectives.
I will have him autograph something
the next time he breaks into my house
and pushes someone down the goddamn staircase.
Is this the report? Is his address in here?
Now, he's a minor.
I wanna talk to his parents.
He is a minor, Ms. Blake,
protected by all the laws and provisions, I'm sure you must be aware of,
having worked with children yourself.
Look, these people aren't his birth parents.
They adopted him when he was five years old.
His real Mom, whoever she is,
had all her kids taken away and dumped into the system.
Your copy of the report has Derek's address redacted.
Ms. Blake? Mr. Tanner is asking for you.
Please be patient. We are working on it.
Danny.
I found this at Annie's place.
My girlfriend, big Sonny Blake fan.
It's not as bad as it looks.
They said I'm good.
They want me overnight, but it's just a mild concussion.
What's wrong?
I have come so far
from being that little girl who used to hide
from her Dad down in the cellar.
You're damn right you have.
When I saw
that boy tonight,
I felt like I was right back there in that basement,
hiding from my Dad and telling myself that he wasn't something evil.
Well,
technically you were back in the basement.
Hey.
I can't go through my life believing in the boogeyman.
It's not about that.
It's not about what's good or evil.
It's about what will hurt you and what won't.
Everything else is just opinion.
When I saw you at the bottom of the stairs tonight,
I knew he killed my Dad.
He drank.
He drank and fell down the basement steps.
The autopsy confirmed his alcohol level.
I heard what he said after he pushed you.
He's got some twisted nursery rhyme thing going,
probably got it from that show you did.
Jack fell down and broke his crown.
Barrett,
my Dad's name was Jack.
Hello.
You know who I am.
Of course.
Would it be okay with you if I came in?
Hank!
Is Hank your husband?
I apologize. I know I shouldn't be here.
Honey, this is Sonny Blake, the woman from the radio.
Yes?
Would it be okay if I come in and speak with you?
About what?
About your son.
I listen to you on the radio all the time.
I work the swing shift,
and we have you on every night,
Monday through Friday till midnight.
You dressed?
Look, I really just want to speak to the two of...
Must be in the basement.
Go get him.
It's all right. Do it.
What the hell are you doing here?
If you came here to accuse him of something,
I wanna know exactly what it is you think he did.
Look,
I know you think you're protecting him.
He's my son. Of course, I'm going to protect him.
Look around.
I mean, a house of this size,
he could sneak out at night and you wouldn't even hear anything.
That hasn't happened in a long time, Ms. Blake.
Come on.
What's going on?
What the hell are you doing in my room?
What did you do and when did you do it?
What? Mr. Barber,
this is not your son.
Barber?
This is not the kid I saw carrying his bike into the backyard.
My name is Hawthorne.
You saw do what?
I told you! Some kid just walked his bike right through our backyard.
What the hell are you doing here?
Do you even know Derek Barber?
Your group is getting loud.
I know. I'm running late.
What are you up to?
Detective work, I think.
Your demon paperboy?
There are 112 listings in the tri-county area for Barber.
I went to all seven high schools in the county.
And if his address is online anywhere, I can't find it because...
He's a minor.
That scares me. Did you hear what you just said?
You're not his therapist.
You shouldn't be contacting him,
and now you know he's violent and dangerous.
Yeah, well, nobody's doing a damn thing about it.
You didn't go and see someone, did you?
I asked you to go and see a therapist.
Are you saying I can't do my job?
I'm saying that I'm responsible for you. I am responsible for them.
This boy,
he could be the devil himself,
and it wouldn't matter because look what he's already doing to you.
He's got you breaking the law,
and it sounds to me like he's about to have you violating your ethics.
What if this isn't as simple as you'd like it to be?
You think this boy killed your father, Sonny?
That means somewhere in the back of your mind,
you're thinking he did exactly what you wanted to do,
what you dreamed about doing.
Ask yourself,
what is it that you're really trying to do?
Outreach.
Sonny!
Hello?
There are no accidents, right?
What?
I talked to the cops.
Well, why do you sound so chipper?
'Cause I'm doing what I should have done from day one.
Which is what, Barrett? Tell me. I'm panicking.
I'm at your place. Me and Monster.
We're on Derek Barber patrol.
He shows up tonight, he's gonna have
a nice, little surprise waiting for him.
Are you kidding me?
What? You think I'm afraid of some little, punk kid
sneaking around out there?
He's sneaking around, and you are hopping on one foot.
What? You think he's gonna get another sucker punch in?
Look, you wanna do me a favor? Feed the cat and get the hell out of there.
Oh, no, no, no. No. This time, it's my turn and his ass.
You don't have anything to prove.
You just do a good show tonight. I'll see you aoer midnight.
Well, he was your father.
Of course, he was a big pao of your life.
But it's time to reclaim your life and move on from there.
I think that's what he would want.
I still oel my Dad watching me, you know,
judging me in just about every aspect of my life.
Heos been dead for almost 20 years,
and you're still making sacrifices.
You're still doing what he wanted you to do
with no agenda for your own happiness.
Maobe some people just...
...not in the way we think they do.
Woat is my motto when I hear someone
tell me their life is out of control?
It ain't happening tonight, pal!
You get your ass out of here before you get it beat!
Son of a bitch.
Not this time, you little shit!
You got yourself into it this time, little buddy!
This time, it's just...
You dirty, little bastard!
You like spying on people? Huh? You like pissing on them, huh?
I don't care who you are or what you think you can get away with,
you are gonna stay away from this house,
and you are gonna stay away from Sonny!
When I get through with you and your family,
they're gonna wish they used two rubbers
and a diaphragm before they had...
Rock a bye.
Baby!
On the tree.
Top! Oh, God!
When the wind blows
the cradle will.
Rock.
When the bow.
Breaks!
The cradle will
fall.
And.
Down will come
Barrett
cradle and all
Sonny Blake Show.
What's the rule?
Oeso I knowo Sonny. There are no accidents.
See, you keep trying to become whole
by bringing these guys into your life, Sarah.
Oo I?
Because I look at myself in the mirror, Sonny, and I have to ask myself...
I mean, is there anyone willing to stop
and have a real interaction with me?
Because at this point,
I'm staoing to get really scared
I'm never gonna find someone who's gonna take the time...
I am so sorry to do this to you right now, Sarah.
The time to start changing is now. I wish you the best of luck.
And that is all the time I have.
But didn't you just say...
Hello, this is Dr. Sonny Blake. You are on Talk Line.
We have only about a minute and a half.
I said we have only...
Little Barrett Tanner.
They put him in the ground.
And when they did, he did not know he never would be found.
Buried him living and screaming
and then they never dug him up again.
Uh... Dr. Sonny Blake...
Get him off the air. He's off the air.
Derek.
Tois is on you.
Derek, just talk to me.
Derek!
Hickory dickory dock.
Call the police. Detective Briggs!
Okay, we'll have the switchboard call them.
Go, go, go!
Go, go!
Mr. Tanner! Stillwater P. D. Mr. Tanner?
Barrett Tanner? Detective Sabatino!
Christ, where the hell are they?
No one upstairs.
Sabatino.
Is he there?
Where? I don't know where!
Is that her? Let me have it.
You got a lot of nerve having an answering service
relay a distress call to me.
Listen... I got o50,000
worth of man power and machinery out here, because you told me
the city D.A.'s about to be killed!
He called the show just now.
Woo? Derek Barber!
Look, you got something else for me to go on here?
What am I looking for...
I know how this sounds, but Derek said something to me on the show
about burying him.
Burying who?
What are you telling me? The kid came over here tonight
and put a big guy like that into the ground?
What are you saying to me?
Ask her what she knows about a snorkel.
What do you know about a snorkel?
A what?
A snorkel.
Move it, now! Make way! Make way! Out of the way!
Move it! Dig! Come on! Dig!
Everybody, dig!
Come on! Dig! Come on!
What the hell is happening?
What? What? What?
Somebody down here needs to breathe! Look out! Come on! Let's go!
Get some shovels, God damn it! We got a man under here!
Get an EMT here right away!
Where are those shovels? Bring any goddamn thing! Come on!
Oh, my God. Just go!
What? What?
Go!
We've got to make this hole wider.
That's it. Give me it!
Look out!
No, no, no.
We're hitting hard earth. There's nothing here.
Hard as a goddamn rock.
There isn't a goddamn thing buried here.
You've got to be kidding me.
Sonny.
The D.A.'s office doesn't know where he is, neither do his friends.
His buddy Darren said he dropped him here at about 5:00,
but he did not pick him up.
And he had a cast on his leg, so he couldn't drive himself.
Something must've happened to him.
Or he took a cab.
Hmm.
Didn't there used to be a bear there? On that end?
You're not starting to buy into all this now, are you?
'Cause I wanna show her the book.
Well, did you check out Derek Barber?
I'm getting tapes of the shows where she says the kid called in.
Mike.
What? I got to go back to that house
and wake everyone up again?
Christ, they're gonna think that I have a thing for their kid.
This door is just set in place, Detective.
Could you leave through the garage?
Hey, hey.
Give it to me.
Don't.
Sonny, listen to me.
Shut up, Paula.
Please stop digging. Stop.
You don't wanna dig?
This is over.
Don't dig. This is over!
You don't get to tell me that!
You know, it's been three hours
since you got that phone call at the radio station.
Oh, for Christ's sake, if he was buried anywhere,
he wouldn't be breathing anymore.
You grew up in this house?
I told you that.
A house where your father was a brutal alcoholic?
And your mother liked to look the other way?
So, the house made me crazy,
and this is all just in my imagination?
I'm just asking. What part of this is real?
And what part of this is just a little girl
who moved back to the hell she grew up in,
because this time, she thought she could kick its ass?
Oh, is that your theory? Thanks!
No! Thank you!
Thank you for getting me busted down to meter maid
when I tell them that I was stupid enough
to believe your dark fantasy 911 call!
Thank you! Thank you!
Hey.
Can we get out of here?
You wanna take a shower or just put some things together?
I wanna feed Monster.
I'll feed the cat.
You just go, get yourself cleaned up.
You have to pull him through the cat door,
'cause he doesn't know how to use it.
What's that about?
Come and get it.
There you go. Come on.
You're gonna make me drag you in, aren't you?
Hey, I am not unlocking this door.
Not with psycho paperboy out there somewhere, okay?
Come on, let's see it.
Come on.
Not unlocking.
Man.
Come here.
Oh, my God, you little monster.
Gonna wring your neck.
Oh, there you are.
Man!
Are you just one fat cat or somebody packed their pudding on you?
Bastard!
Paula?
Where's the fuse box?
Down in the cellar.
All right.
We're gonna walk straight to my car.
Is there a back way out of here?
Through the kitchen.
What?
Paula's in there.
Well, Doc, looks like there are a few accidents in life.
All right, in a few minutes,
the cops are gonna be crawling all over this place.
You hear me, son?
Oh, bring 'em on, Danny boy,
'cause it is over between me and the little ballerina.
I shot an arrow into the air.
Come on! Out now with your hands behind your head!
And where it lands,
I do not care.
Derek, stay down.
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
For man, you are dust and to dust you shall return.
These are the words I am required to say today.
But what can I say to bring comfort to his mother and father?
We pretend there are words to console us, to help us get past our grief.
Can I say to this mother and father, these loved ones
who took this young boy years ago
and gave him a home in their hearts,
can I say this is just God's plan?
Is it in God's plan that they suffer? Where's the blessing...
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down
and broke his crown
and Jill came tumbling aoer