Bless the Child Page #2

Not coming, Mommy.|Not come.

I'm sorry, corazon.

I'm sorry, corazon.

You pray. You see.

Who knows, okay?

Buenasnoches, mi angelito.

Buenas noches, mi angelito.

[Applause On TV]

[Woman]|Again, our guest today, Eric Stark.

You probably remember him as Little|Luke, the child star of Family Days.

Today he's here to talk about|his work as founder of The New Dawn,

one of the fastest-growing|self-help organizations in America.

Honey, you have|five minutes.

- Then you have to go get dressed.|- ...an addict by 15.

There were even rumors at one point|that you had died from an overdose.

[Scraping]

But now you're helping|these runaway kids.

You're helping the abused kids.|You're getting them off the streets.

You're getting them off drugs|and into your rehab centers.

- What's your secret?|- [Turns Down]

These kids are|tortured with morality.

They feel terribly guilty|and they want to forget.

So what we try to do at New Dawn...

is teach these kids to look|inside themselves--

[TV Continues, Indistinct]

[Scraping]

[Mouse Squeaks]

[Faint Hissing, Whispering]

[Whispering Continues]

[ Gasps ]

[ Voice Whispers, Indistinct]

[ Chattering ]

That's your guy.

- I'm looking for Detective Bugatti.|- Yeah, that's me.

- Agent Travis?|- How you doing?

Welcome to Brooklyn. I'll get you up|to speed on all this stuff later.

But... maybe it would be|a good idea...

if you try to keep|a low profile out here today.

- Why is that?|- Well, some of the guys,

they're wound up pretty|tight about this case.

They should be.

This is the fifth child|and from what I heard,

you still don't have any suspects.

That's true, but|some of the detectives,

they get a little territorial|when the bureau steps in.

That would include you?

Hey, I don't give a f***|if we gotta call in...

the French Foreign Legion if that's|what it takes to stop this guy.

- Mind if I take a look at the body?|- Yeah, no, go ahead.

- Hi, Cody.|- Hi.

Those are very pretty.|Who are they?

[ Gasps ]

Must be that poor bird. It flew|into a window and broke its neck.

They're all quite|curious about death.

Do you think|they understand death?

You'd be surprised.|I blame The Lion King.

Sister Rosa,|would you mind?

Cody fixed the bird!|Cody fixed the bird!

Maybe he was just knocked out|when he hit the window.

No, he was dead.

[ All ] Cody fixed the bird!|Cody fixed the bird!

- I'm tired, Mim.|- Okay, sweetie. We'll go home.

[Woman]|Thanks for staying.

- Sure.|- Must be a full moon tonight.

Helen got cut by a paranoid ''schiz''|with a razor blade.

- And there's a biter in four.|- Terrific.

And a recovering O.D.|in three seeing snow lights.

If you'll take the histories.

- No problem.|- Thanks.

- Cheri Post?|- Who are you?

I'm Maggie.|Wanna tell me what's wrong?

What do you think is wrong? I'm|sketching, you know, coming down.

Wanna lie down for me?

- Your name is O'Connor?|- Mm-hmm.

I don't care about your tracks.|I want to help you.

I just need a blood sample.

Some friends shot me up.

Wanted me to end up|in the morgue instead of here.

Why would they do that?

[ Chuckles ] They don't like|people quitting their club.

Nice club.

Just relax.

You're really nice|for a nurse.

Okay.|Put some pressure on that.

You kind of look like her.

Who? Make it good.|I need a boost.

Jenna.

My sister.|You know my sister?

No, a friend of mine,Janet.

No, no, no.|You said Jenna.

- Where is she?|- I don't--

I haven't seen her in six years.|I've looked for her everywhere.

She has a little girl|she hasn't even seen.

I know she has a little girl.

She's special. You know that,|don't you? That's why they want her.

Please tell me|where my sister is.

Forget about your sister, okay?|They've already got her.

Don't let them get|the little girl.

- [Door Opens]|- Maggie, I need you in four.

- Doctor--|- Right now!

Stay here.

Task force hot line.|Can I help you?

Please, ma'am, slow down.

What makes you think that|your landlord is the killer?

[Chatter Continues,|Indistinct]

Crawford, I hate to break it|to you,

but that weed's been dead|for at least two weeks.

Excuse me.

- What is that?|- It's a lily.

- Really.|- Yeah, it just needs a little sun,

and you get sun|through both windows.

I hope you don't mind.|My daughter gave it to me.

No, it's okay.

Good.

Don't let Crawford bug you.

He's a little soft around the edges,|but he's a good cop.

Oh, leave that there.|It's all right.

A little ambiance.

Can I ask you|a personal question?

Depends on the question.

There's a rumor going around|that before you were in the bureau,

that you were some kind of priest|or something.

I was a seminary student. I didn't|make it as far as the priesthood.

Still, that is some kind|of makeover. What happened?

Found another way|to fight him.

- You ready?|- Yeah.

Fight who?

Gentlemen, ladies.

Listen up, please.

Most of you have met|Special Agent John Travis.

For those who haven't,|he's on loan to us...

from the FBI Behavioral Sciences|Division at Quantico.

Agent Travis's area of expertise|is ritual homicide...

and occult-related crime.

He was instrumental in breaking|the Santeria case last summer.

No offense, but didn't that|case just end in an acquittal?

[ Laughter ]

That's right.

The problem with prosecuting|occult crime...

is the judicial concept|of reasonable doubt.

The motives can be so bizarre,|so far beyond reason,

that they're hard|for a jury to accept.

That means we have to work|twice as hard to get a conviction.

But our perp could just be|some run-of-the-mill psycho...

who gets his stuff|off the back of a comic book.

I don't think so.

Whoever did this has a background|in classic occult mysticism.

This symbol was used|in ceremonial sacrifice...

as far back|as 16th century Europe.

The tines on the trident|point left,

signifying the left-hand path|of Satanists.

It was a sign of a sect|of Luciferians...

who took the fallen angel|mythology literally.

Then you think|the perp's got motives...

- besides thrill kills?|- Yes.

The crimes were meant|to be against God, not men.

But all I can give you|right now is a time frame.

All of the victims' bodies|also had these symbols...

branded on them--|Pascua Negra.

The translation would be|''Black Easter.''

Whatever our man is up to|will happen on Easter eve.

That's only about a week away.|Maybe this is almost over.

Or maybe in our perp's mind|that's when it really begins.

No, last night.

I had just taken a blood sample|when she ran off.

How could her|paperwork disappear?

I just need her name.|All right, thanks.

[Rustling]

[Cody]|Mim!

[Screaming]|Mim!

[ Hissing, Squealing ]

Mim!

Mim!

[Stops]

[Cody]|Mim!

Cody.

Cody.

It's okay.|It's okay.

- Bad dream.|- Yeah, me too.

Me too.

You try to go|to sleep, okay?

Okay?

Buenas noches, mi angelito.

I think I'll take Cody shopping|today. It's so beautiful outside.

Okay. I'll just|finish this and go home.

Maria, are you|missing your rosary?

No. Why?

Because I found it|under Cody's pillow last night.

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