When'd you get this?
Today. Hmm.
MEL: You're not gonna show Web, are you?
Of course not.
Don't intend to. Smart.
Hey. What is it?
Ultrasound image
of a fetus.
Oh! Paul's baby.
His wife's baby.
The one that's... inside her.
I thought it was a case file.
You know, some gruesome serial crime.
But this is better.
Uh, do you know
what kind it is?
Boy, girl?
He's... adorable.
You're making
a real life for yourself, Paul.
We'd all be a lot saner
if we had things like that to go home to.
DANNY: Just call him Roger.
Rog for short. Cute as hell.
How can you eat that?
It's like eating cake for breakfast.
What's wrong with cake for breakfast?
You ever think of this stuff?
Hubby, a bunch of kids?
Can't smoke if you're pregnant.
I've got my priorities.
Pancakes are cake. Pancakes are for breakfast.
I gotta tell you, we were in there today,
and they showed us a baby.
I mean, you could see him move,
and I had this amazing feeling of protectiveness come over me.
And it was, it was... it was terrifying.
Hey, you know,
you might actually be a good father.
You wanna protect him? Bring him here.
Show him what you do.
Let him see the world for what it is.
Yeah, show him the morgue.
They've got little gloves down there, I think.
I'm serious. Kids are a lot stronger than people think.
They should know what's out there.
Yeah, I think I'll just let him stay a kid for awhile.
Protect him by protecting him.
Building better walls.
No such thing.
Henry?! Breakfast!
Let's hustle, kiddo.
Mrs. St. Clair's driving the carpool today,
and she's always early.
Come on.
( splash )
Henry?
You better not be in the pool!
You know your Daddy or I have to be there to watch you.
Henry?
Henry!
"Hidden Harbour. Far from the city sprawl.
Serenity, tranquility, security."
So says the brochure.
At 7:30 this morning,
policemen were called to a residence there
A body was discovered floating face down
in the family pool.
We've been asked to investigate.
A residential drowning?
This wasn't a drowning.
This body was dead before it hit the water.
Cut open.
An eight-year-old boy.
Eight?
REBECCA: It's tragic, obviously.
Why does it warrant federal attention?
Because the developer of Hidden Harbour
plays poker with the mayor.
Who asked us as a favor to investigate,
and I agreed.
Since when do you do favors?
Perhaps I was moved by the death of a small child.
Maybe you should play poker with the mayor.
I want this.
Good. You got it.
You and Locke.
We'll make material available as it comes in.
We should start with the parents.
Statistically,
when a child is murdered,
the parents are always the prime...
Come on!
Henry Olsen. Three feet, 11 inches tall.
68 pounds. The only child
of Kevin and Ellen Olsen.
You think they've beefed up security because of the death?
No. No, it's standard procedure.
They think they can keep the bad guys out.
Guess it didn't work.
People want to feel safe.
It's not such a terrible thing.
It is when it's a lie.
( PDA beeps )
Medical Examiner's prelim.
He wasn't just slashed.
He was gutted.
Upward motion, genitals to the breastbone.
And the incision was opened up, too.
Yeah. Why just murder an innocent child
when you can desecrate the body?
I know why Web took this case.
Why?
Because it's interesting.
You the feds?
Special Agent Paul Ryan.
This is Special Agent Rebecca Locke.
Doug Price, LAPD. This way.
Detective, we just want you to know
that our involvement here is in no way meant --
Relax. Nobody's getting territorial.
We all just want this guy got.
I got kids; boy and a girl.
Either of you?
No.
PAUL: Mrs. Olsen, was it unusual for Henry to be up before you?
No.
He, uh, he'd be so mad if he knew I said this.
He wets the bed.
He doesn't mean to.
He's a deep sleeper.
But if an accident wakes him up, he strips the soiled linens,
and throws them into the washer.
Then sometimes
he watches cartoons.
It doesn't bother us.
PAUL: Did either of you recall seeing any strangers
in the neighborhood?
A delivery service, anything?
No, nothing like that.
Rebecca,
I just finished speaking
with the parents. They're innocent.
So now they're not suspects?
We can only assume
they loved their son.
But we can be sure they loved
their backyard.
If either one of them were guilty,
we wouldn't have found the body back there.
It'd spoil the picture.
They didn't kill him.
No, but someone did.
The killer was still on the property
when she found the body.
Part of the thrill of committing the act here
would have been witnessing the discovery...
the horror.
PRICE: Agents!
There's a disturbance outside!
This pervert killed Henry Olsen!
Lured him out of his bedroom last night!
What the hell is going on?
You were seen! You really think
you can mess with kids
in this neighborhood and not get caught?
There was a witness?
You're damn right there is!
Teddy Bunch, you sonofabitch!
What did you do to my little boy?!
What did you do with him?!
We've got to get him out of here.
You bastard, tell me!
Paul!
PAUL: Downtown!
Find the witness!
Theodore Howard Bunch.
Single, groundskeeper
employed by the Hidden Harbour homeowners association.
Been with them for eight years.
Lives in some kind
of quarters they've got for him there.
No record. He's clean.
Yeah, "clean?"
You didn't spend an hour in the car with him.
Is it okay to hose him down before we go in?
You're not going in.
Web, we let him stew much longer he's going to sober up
and he's going to lawyer up.
That's likely,
but I don't want you in there bleeding on him.
Yeah, I don't think a little blood
is going to bother this guy.
You're assuming he's guilty, Paul.
I'm not even convinced
he's a suspect.
Rebecca, do you have an opinion?
We don't know enough.
There's supposed to be a witness that can link him to the victim,
but we shouldn't wait too long for that.
You're right. If we do that,
it will give him time to get his bearings.
All right, we'll talk to him.
Not you, Paul.
Danny.
Really?
What? You're kidding.
Because I do that.
Who'd have thought I'd get to be good cop?
Our witness is here.
PAUL: Oh, great,
death wish vigilante guy.
No, not him. Her.
REBECCA: Is that his wife?
Yes, but not her. Her.
PRICE: Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair, these are the FBI agents
that I was telling you about. Hi.
Look, we've already
told Detective Price
everything our daughter knows.
Do we really need to go through it all again?
We need to hear it from her, ma'am.
Yeah, um, and it would be best
if we could speak to her in private.
No. that's not good enough.
If we don't get a statement from Madison,
we won't have grounds to hold Bunch,
and he could be back in your neighborhood tonight.
Okay?
Okay, just a second.
There we go.
You can watch it just like it was one
of the interrogation rooms, only better.
Thanks.
How's it better?
It's technology.
Hey! Carter.
Reb.
The parents have agreed
to let Paul speak to her alone.
What's this?
Prize at the bottom of a cereal box,
and by "cereal box," I mean "death pool."
They tell me it's a fish-gutting knife.
Brutal, huh?
Theodore Bunch.
They call you Ted?
Teddy.
Huh. I'm a "Danny," myself.
Didn't much like it when I was a kid.
Wanted to be called "Daniel," but "Danny" stuck.
Am I under arrest?
No. Why would you even ask that, Teddy?
I probably need a lawyer, right?
You haven't been charged with anything, have you?
I didn't do anything.
Good, so you won't mind answering a couple of questions.
I could use a drink.
Afraid that's gonna have to wait.
So... Can you, uh, can you tell me about Henry?
Henry was a little kid.
Nora likes to play with little kids sometimes,
but I don't very much.
Yeah. Nora? Is she your friend?
Best friend.
Oh.
Nora's a year older
than me, but she's in my grade.
She had to do kindergarten twice.
Can you, uh...
Can you tell me about your groundskeeper... Teddy Bunch?
He's not our grounds keeper.
He cleans some of the pools, but not ours.
He drinks liquor.
He's skeevy.
All the kids in the neighborhood love me.
Ask anyone.
What about Henry Olsen?
BUNCH: Oh, yeah, Henry.
Henry, he was kind of quiet.
I didn't know him that well.
So if I were to get a warrant to search your place,
I wouldn't find any little
eight-year-old fingerprints in there, right?
Well, I mean, there was, there was one time...
I mean, yeah.
Yeah, sure, Henry'd
been in my place before.
Lots of kids have.
I mean, not lots. I just, I didn't...
Henry was...
I don't think he had too many friends
so he just would stop by sometimes, you know?
No, I don't know. I don't get
a lot of drop-ins from eight-year-olds.
He got lonely.
He was the kind of kid...
He got bullied, okay?
I can tell from looking at you
you wouldn't get that. I do.
Where were you last night?
I was home.
Alone? Yeah.
You hear or see anything strange?
Yes.
What?
I saw Henry running
out of Teddy Bunch's house.
Henry was crying.
And you're sure that it was Teddy's house
that you saw Henry coming out of?
Well, it's not really his house.
He just gets to live there
because of his job.
Do you remember what time that was?
It was after 10:00 at night.
DANNY: Where were you this morning?
I was asleep.
I was in bed when the pounding on my door started.
PAUL: Now, Madison,
Where were you when you saw all this?
I don't want to say.
BUNCH: Jeff Hahn
and Marcus St. Clair come barging in.
Must have had a key.
Probably got it from Marcus's wife, Tessa.
She's president of the homeowners.
She doesn't much like me.
Can I just not say?
You think maybe that's because you sleep
half the day when you're supposed to be working?
No, honey. You have to tell me.
I had kind of a rough night last night, that's all.
So did Henry Olsen.
Even rougher morning.
I was in the tree house.
I'm not allowed to be up there
by myself after dark. I know
I should have said something,
but I didn't want to get in trouble
and now Henry's dead and it's all my fault.
It's not my fault.
I want my mommy.
I want a lawyer.
Okay. Okay.
Be right back.
Show's over. He wants a lawyer.
Gee. And here I was expecting a full confession.
Well, our eyewitness puts Bunch with the victim
well after 10:00 last night. Nice.
We'll be able to hold him.
How will she fare in front of a judge?
Uh... she'll do well.
She's smart, she's cute, a little precocious.
And she's a liar.
( humming happily )
Madison.
( sobbing )
Honey.
Mommy.
Okay, we're going home now.
We'll take you home.
( sobbing )
You okay?
I never get tired of that part.
PAUL: Fine. So she was crying.
She thought she was in trouble.
What if the whole thing was an act?
What are you saying?
You think she's willing to ruin a man's life?
For what? A little attention?
Why not? I mean, she certainly got it.
She's ten. She has no concept of consequences.
Remember McMartin? The kids in McMartin were
pushed to say those things.
Did you see me do that with Madison?
MEL: No. But I got a load of mommy and daddy.
You don't know what they pushed her to say.
Was that her mother hanging around the break room? Yeah.
My, my, she was a piece of work.
Kept complaining the coffee was decaf.
Decaf?
Decaf. Who keeps making decaf?
I don't know. Is it Davis?
CARTER: Maybe.
I can't believe he keeps
switching. I told him there
would be... He always switches...
Sorry, sir.
Yeah, I'm just... I'm gonna go.
Whatever.
Even if the kid was fibbing,
doesn't mean Bunch is innocent.
Unless she's covering for the real killer.
The real killer?
And who might that be?
I don't know.
Well, let me help you out.
The real killer
is Teddy "Loves Kids A Bunch" Bunch.
He's our guy.
He doesn't have a record.
We can't link him to the knife.
No, it was in the water.
PAUL: Water that ate away all trace evidence.
The chlorine content in that water
was six times what it should've been.
And guess who's in charge of the maintenance?
So are we gonna arrest him
for being a crappy pool boy?
Doesn't mean he did it.
Well, let's let him go then; wait till he
walks back in here with a toddler on a stick.
We're not letting anybody go.
We've got him for 24 hours, until we have to give him
to a federal magistrate.
It's time enough to make your case.
Agent Locke.
Yeah?
A word.
So you think that the child
is our killer.
I never said that.
You don't think she's our killer?
I'm considering all possibilities.
No, you aren't.
You're convinced Madison St. Clair
sliced open her playmate.
Why?
See what was inside?
Agent Locke, why do you think that?
Do you have any evidence
to support that theory?
No, not at the moment.
A gut instinct, huh?
Well, it might be something you ate.
or it might be something eating you.
Tell me.
How old were you when you were abducted?
I was ten.
The same age as Madison St. Clair.
And you don't think it's possible
that your experience is clouding your judgment?
That you see something of yourself in her?
No.
I don't seem myself when I look at her.
I see the man who took me.
You see a sociopath.
Fine.
Pursue it.
At the very least the little girl
probably is lying.
That's what children do.
You have the same 24 hours to make your case
as your colleagues.
Are you pitting us against each other?
Yeah.
People just keep sending over food.
Why do you suppose
they do that?
I guess the thinking is,
after a loss, you won't feel like cooking.
Cooking? I don't feel like eating.
Most of this is going to spoil.
I thought I'd start freezing it.
Will you take some with you?
Sure.
I'm sorry my husband isn't here.
He-he went shopping.
For a casket.
They make them child size.
They're actually a little bit cheaper.
I am so sorry, Mrs. Olsen.
I should have called.
I can come back.
No.
I want to make sure that that man
never gets a chance to do this
to someone else's child.
Yes.
About Teddy.
The day we brought him into custody,
You, uh, seemed surprised,
like you weren't certain,
not like the others were.
No.
In fact, I still find it hard to believe.
Why?
Teddy was...
odd, that's true,
but he was sweet.
He was always so good with Henry.
My son was odd, Agent Locke.
He got picked on.
Kevin didn't know how to deal with it,
so when Teddy Bunch showed some kindness,
I was grateful.
I understand.
No you don't.
Henry's dead because I didn't
protect him.
I don't believe that.
It's true.
I knew Henry spent time at Teddy's.
I never told my husband.
I knew he wouldn't have approved, but...
You didn't do
anything wrong.
How can you say that?
( weepy ): I let that monster
get close to my child.
Teddy Bunch didn't murder your son.
What?
You said he was being picked on.
Are there any bullies you can tell me about?
Teddy didn't do this?
The bed wetting.
It had gotten worse.
What happened?
Uh, Henry, uh, changed schools.
He went into the fourth grade.
Was he coming home with bruises?
Yes.
Had he started going to school
with Madison St. Clair?
Why?
( door opens )
Ellen? Are you in?
Oh.
Hi... Sorry.
Is this a bad time?
Remember, guys, you find anything
you even thing is interesting, I want to see it.
Hey. Hey.
There's a Beau car parked up the street.
I think FBI Barbie's here.
She's got every right to be.
If that little kid's lying,
it doesn't matter how guilty Bunch is.
We got no case; we need more.
How about this?
Perv.
It's him.
Yeah, and I didn't need
his box of kiddie porn to tell me.
No, no.
I mean it's him.
These are pictures of Bunch when he was a kid.
Well, that's even sicker.
And you're right.
He's our guy.
He murdered Henry Olsen.
Madison made the cookies.
She really wanted to bring them herself,
but she's been through so much.
Ellen, you really should freeze some of this.
It's just gonna spoil.
I was going to.
No, no, don't bother, let us.
Zoe, could you look for Tupperware?
Thanks.
Oh, Nora, sweetheart,
your mother didn't make those for you.
And do you really need the carbs, right?
So, Ellen, listen.
This may not be the time,
or, you know, maybe it is.
But it can't be easy for you,
you know, being in this house.
So if you and Kevin are in a hurry to get out,
I think I have a buyer.
Of course, the law mandates full disclosure,
so I'm afraid "with pool" might not be
the asset that it normally is.
But I know I can get you a fair price.
Thank you, Tessa...
Don't even think about it, honey.
Oh, Lord, where has Nora gone?
Zoe, I swear to God,
you need a leash for that child.
She didn't go out back, did she?
I mean, it's still a crime scene, isn't it?
Uh, I'll get her. No, no, no!
You shouldn't have to go out there.
I can't imagine how awful that would be for you.
Please... I'll do it.
Thank you.
No, you stay here with us.
Oh, good, you found Tupperware. Perfect.
Hi.
You're Nora, right?
Yeah.
This is a sad place, huh?
I liked Henry.
Did you know him very well?
He was eight.
He went to our school.
Yours and Madison's?
DidMadison like Henry?
Did she pick on him?
I have to go.
( gate squeaks )
( humming )
WEB: Teddy Bunch?
Theodore Bunch. Senior.
The little boy is Teddy.
Now, the elder Bunch died shortly after this was taken.
Massive coronary. He wasn't even 35.
And the significance of this sad tale is...?
Carter.
CARTER: Hang on for the punch line.
PAUL: The significance being
what Theodore Bunch Sr.
left Teddy Bunch Jr. in his will.
DANNY: A fabulous set
of murder weapons.
PAUL: Teddy's mother contested
the will, she didn't want him to have the knives,
but that's a fight she lost.
MADISON: I knew I couldn't trust you.
NORA: I don't know why you're so mad.
Because I told you not to talk to anybody.
I didn't.
I was there!
She talked to me, I didn't talk to her.
Yes you did.
Ow! Stop it, Madison.
I didn't say anything.
I saw you.
Hi, girls.
Wow.
Neat tree house.
Thank you very much.
My father had it built for me.
He must really love you.
MADISON: He does.
You're that FBI lady.
That's right.
I have to go.
Bye, Nora.
Careful on the way down.
She does that a lot.
Like she's scared of something.
She's very upset.
We all are.
Because of what happened to little Henry.
Mm...
Does my mother know you're here?
No, I just came in through the back gate.
Is that allowed?
Mm... if anyone asks, I'll just, uh,
tell them I was never here.
That would be lying.
So you do know what a lie is.
I was wondering.
I don't like the way you're talking to me.
Yeah, I bet you don't.
But I'm bigger than you.
And I have a gun.
Nora knows you're here.
Yeah, but Nora's good at keeping secrets, isn't she, Madison?
I want you to leave.
I will.
Just as soon as you tell me the truth.
You didn't see Henry with Teddy Bunch that night.
But I did!
I did too!
No, you didn't. Not from this tree house.
I look out this window,
and I see trees and houses,
but you can't see Teddy Bunch's house
from here-- you're a liar.
You need permission from my parents even to talk to me!
Did you get permission
from Henry Olsen's parents to cut him open?
TESSA: Madison! Mr. Gerald's here!
It's time for your piano lesson!
I know what you did.
And I'm going to prove it.
TESSA: Madison!
Madison St. Clair.
Please don't hurt me!
Ow! Ow! Mommy!
Ow! My arm!
Madison? Oh, my God. Madison!
Mommy!
Come here! Quick!
Madison, what happened?
She pushed me!
What? My arm!
It hurts so bad!
Help me, Mommy! Do something!
MEL: Pissed off.
REBECCA: How does Web look?
Like Web.
Come on, tell me.
Tell me you pushed her, didn't you?
No.
Tripped her?
No.
Pulled your gun, made her jump?
You did.
( chuckling ): You...
You pulled your gun on a ten-year-old?
I did not pull my gun.
My jacket may have fallen open.
You are some kind of bad-ass. What?
I mean, people say that, you know, I'm blunt,
but I never pulled my gun on... No, I....
Agent Locke.
So I'll get back to you about that file.
I've managed to persuade the St. Clairs
not to file formal charges with the Bureau.
Thank you, sir.
They're still weighing whether
to proceed against you civilly.
I'd say they have a good case.
Their daughter's arm is broken in two places
and she says you pushed her.
She's lying.
Of course she's lying.
That's not the point.
You've compromised the entire team
by allowing yourself
to be discredited by an 11-year-old.
She's ten, sir.
I feel better.
You're to have no further contact with that girl.
None. Do you understand?
All right, that's all.
So, I'm still on the case?
Yeah.
You know that Paul and Danny have linked Bunch
to the murder weapon?
Yes. I heard.
Madison's mother is president
of the homeowners association.
She has a key to the grounds keeper's residence.
Madison would have access.
Oh, yeah, and you're banned from Hidden Harbour.
Sir, I won't go anywhere near Madison St. Clair,
but how do you expect me to continue my investigation...
Agent Locke, it's not just me.
Hidden Harbour is a private community.
You're on a list.
They have a list. I have a badge.
Run your case from the building.
MEL: You realize what you're
asking me to do?
Yes.
I'm asking you to help investigate a case
that you're already an investigator on.
You're asking me to climb a tree.
Not a tree. A ladder.
Short, little ladder.
That's up in a...
Cute little house.
In a...
Okay, a tree. Fine.
Look.
Take this camera
and get a couple shots
of the southwest view--
it's all trees-- and be sure
you get a little piece of
the tree house window in the frame.
And that's gonna be admissible in court how?
The St. Clairs have given you permission
to investigate the incident.
You'll be there legally.
Given me permission?
You called and pretended to be me.
Please.
I'm gonna need photos
to prove Madison's story is a lie.
She could not have seen Teddy Bunch's residence from there.
Trees ain't going anyplace.
They will if the president of the homeowners association
decides to call the tree trimmers.
Please.
What do I do if the little girl's there?
She ain't gonna fall for the gun flash thing twice.
Shoot her.
Go tomorrow. She'll be in school.
What happened to your arm?
The police woman broke it because you made her mad at me.
I spent all yesterday at the hospital.
And they still made you come to school?
I wanted to come.
I wanted to see you.
I didn't make her mad at you.
I didn't even say anything to her.
And you never will.
See you after school.
Hey.
Heard about what happened.
I didn't push her.
Never thought you did.
You were right.
She's obviously been lying.
If it wasn't for you,
we might have let the whole case
ride on the back of her false testimony,
and we never would have linked the suspect to the knife.
You saved the case.
Look, don't, uh, don't feel stupid, okay.
This is a thing Web does.
When there's a split in opinion, he plays it up.
Thinks it makes us better.
Unfortunately, he's usually right.
I've been reading your report.
You do a thorough job of linking Teddy to the murder weapon.
Mm, did you get to the part about the father's will?
The mother contested it.
Said she didn't want him having his father's fishing knives.
Yeah, she told the judge
that she never approved of Teddy's father
teaching him to kill things.
Teddy said those fishing trips
were his only happy memories from childhood.
It really establishes the symbolic significance
the knives would have for him.
Which is probably why he used one for the murder.
The act may have been more about the knife,
the loss of his father-- his own childhood-- than Henry Olsen.
Exactly.
So don't you find it odd that he left it behind?
You totally walked me into that.
Sorry.
According to your report, he had to wait until he was 18
to take possession of those knives.
Fought with his own mother in court,
hasn't spoken with her since because of it.
If he'd murdered Henry Olsen,
don't you think he would have taken the knife with him?
Let's ask him.
REBECCA: Mr. Bunch,
you do know you don't have to speak with us without
your attorney present.
I fired him.
He told me he could make me a deal.
Told me I should
make a deal.
Maybe I really did
kill Henry.
Then he called her and said the same thing.
Your mother?
Now she wants to see me.
I don't have to if I don't want to, do I?
No. Mr. Bunch,
do you recognize this?
Where did you get that?
You know where we got that, Teddy.
Oh, no.
No.
This was in my house.
No, Teddy, it wasn't.
It was in Henry Olsen.
Oh, God.
Teddy, did you ever show
this knife to Madison St. Clair?
What?
Madison St. Clair. Did she ever
see this knife, or you with it?
Yes.
Uh... no.
Not... not...
not Madison. She wasn't there.
Where?
At Harbor Barbecue. I...
I was showing some of the kids how to gut a fish.
Fresh trout. Like Dad.
But Madison wasn't there. That girl hates me.
Which kids?
Uh... Henry.
and... and Henry's friend Billy Graves.
Billy's sister.
Nora Graves.
Thank you, Teddy.
Please... get rid of it.
I don't want it anymore.
And take the rest of them, too.
REBECCA: Are you sure you didn't find
any other knives in the search?
No. But I know which set he means.
It was in the photo.
He obviously doesn't know it's missing.
No.
Mel, Rebecca.
Listen, while you're up there,
I'm going to need you to check
and see if there's a mahogany box anywhere.
It'll be a set of knives.
One will be missing.
While I'm up there?
Yeah. Call me back.
Kids. It's hard to believe.
They should be innocent.
Some of them.
Some of them aren't.
Like adults, only, you know, shorter.
You think they're in it together?
Nora's not smart enough,
or evil enough, to be in it.
But she knows.
Yeah?
All right, thanks.
Raymond Eperson Elementary.
Did you find it?
Sure did.
There's one missing, right?
Nope.
There's two missing.
Hi, Nora.
I thought we
could walk home today.
I don't want to walk home.
That's 'cause you're lazy.
You're lazy
and you're slothful.
My mother says so.
She does?
Yes.
Come on.
Madison, my mom is gonna be here!
No, she isn't.
She's working an open house with my mother.
Mr. Cedar's driving car pool.
I told him you went home sick,
and that I had dance.
I want to show you something.
Hello, Madison.
Leave, Nora.
Mrs. Olsen.
I never got to tell you how sad I was about Henry...
All right.
( Paul sighs )
Ellen Olsen.
Henry's mother.
Oh, God. Price is putting out
an APB out on Ellen's car.
What about Madison's parents?
Her father went out of town on business, left this morning.
We haven't been able to locate the mother yet.
So much for parental supervision.
Yeah.
Well, I guess there is something to be said
about mother's intuition.
Wonder how long Ellen's known?
Oh, Rebecca.
I didn't tell her Madison was guilty.
No, but you told her that
Teddy Bunch was innocent, didn't you?
I told her that she was.
Paul.
That woman was killing herself,
thinking she was to blame
because she allowed Henry
to spend time with Bunch.
But Teddy Bunch didn't murder her son.
She didn't do anything wrong.
Yeah, until now.
Tell me what you did, Madison.
Tell me what you did
to Henry.
You hit me! Tell me.
You're going to tell me,
and then we're gonna go to the police,
and you're going to tell them.
I didn't do anything!
Why do you have this?
I-I don't know!
Why?!
For protection.
Against the killer.
You said it was Teddy Bunch.
He's locked up!
But you know it wasn't Teddy Bunch
that hurt Henry, don't you?
No!
Don't you!
( crying ): I want my mommy.
( crying ): I want my son.
Hey.
Got ahold of Marcus St. Clair.
He's catching the next flight back from Tucson.
He says his wife had an open house today,
out in Valencia.
Apparently she turns off her cell phone
anytime she's showing a premium property.
Valencia PD sent a car out.
She's already gone.
They're looking. Thanks, Danny.
So it was the little girl, huh?
Looks like.
Hmm.
Thought there was something off about her.
Yeah. Guess I was the only one that missed it.
Cops are with Kevin Olsen right now.
They're convinced he doesn't know anything about this.
Does he have any idea where his wife might be?
Not a clue.
They're escorting him back to his home. ! We're closer.
I don't think Ellen would bring Madison
back to her own house.
No, she wouldn't.
Mommy!
Mom!
Your mother's not here, Madison.
She's not here. She's coming back!
Too late.
She's gonna find out what it means
when you don't pay attention to your kids.
When you don't watch what they're doing.
Did he cry, Madison?
You liked seeing Henry cry,
didn't you?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
I did it, but I'm sorry!
( sobbing ): I didn't understand
it was forever.
I didn't think!
I didn't know!
I knew it was wrong when I saw you scream.
( sobbing )
That's when I knew.
You saw me?
Uh, I mean I heard you.
From away.
You waited to see me find him?
You wanted to see!
Mom!
Remember... I'm on a list.
Right.
Oh, shoot.
Madison!
Sweetie, how's your arm?
Is there throbbing?
'Cause I picked up your prescription.
Oh, and, sweetie,
I hope not too many of your friends
signed your cast already,
because I just found the right pens.
Six different colors,
and the package says they won't smear... ( Madison yelling )
( gate slams ) ! Madison?
Madison St. Clair, you'd better not be in that pool
with your cast.
Honey?
PAUL: There's Ellen's car.
I'll take the house.
She was gonna hurt my baby.
What's going on?
Mr. Bunch has been released. And he wants
his precious. PAUL: His father's knives.
He's decided he wants them back after all.
Web's explaining to him the meaning of state's evidence
and why he can't have them.
They were all he had left of his father.
Well...
Even though Nora Graves
finally ratted out Madison St. Clair,
no one's gonna want to see that guy
walk back into Hidden Harbour with a mess of knives.
Ah, he's not going back to Hidden Harbour.
Well, somebody got their kid back.
Never ends, does it?
Even when they're all grown up,
you still have that urge to protect them.
MEL: Yeah, but who's gonna
protect the parents from the kids?
Kids are the products of their parents.
Look at the St. Clairs.
Mother-daughter killers.
Maybe it's genetic.
The murder gene.
You could use that for the title of your book.
You know about my book?
Everybody's got a book.
No.
Tessa was just doing what you're supposed to do.
Lioness coming to the aid of her cub.
I'm not at all convinced Madison is her fault.
Maybe...
some people are just born bad.
( drops file )
Yeah... maybe.