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need to be checked for syphilis,

does that upset you?

No, they said it was standard

procedure, so it did not.

Yes, exactly.

Standard procedure.

We have to cover

all our bases.

I can imagine

that for some people that

would be uncomfortable,

but I understood.

According to your file you

believe that the police substituted

a fake boy for your son.

No, I didn't say

he was a fake boy.

He's not my boy.

They brought home

the wrong boy.

My son is still missing.

Well, that's strange, because

I have here a newspaper article

with a photo of you at the train

station, welcoming home your son.

That is you in the

photo, isn't it?

Yes.

Yeah.

Yes.

So, at first

he was your son,

and now he's not your son.

Has this

been going on for a long time?

People changing, becoming

something other than what they are?

People don't change.

You don't think

people change?

No, that's not...

The police, they're not

out to persecute you?

No, they're not.

No, they're not.

The police are here

to protect you.

Yes.

Really?

Yes.

Well, that's odd because

when you were admitted,

you told the head nurse that the police

were conspiring deliberately to punish you.

So, either the head nurse and the

interns are also conspiring to punish you

or you're changing

your story.

Do you often have trouble telling

reality from fantasy, Mrs. Collins?

No.

I'm sorry to bring you out

in this weather, Detective,

but the boy has

been quite insistent.

It's all right.

I'll see what he has to say

so I can go home and get dry.

It's raining cats, dogs,

and Democrats out there,

so this had better

be worth it.

You again, huh?

We'll see.

Well?

This isn't easy, okay?

Yeah?

Driving my ass here in the

pouring rain wasn't easy either.

My cousin is

Gordon Northcott.

He owns the ranch

where you found me.

He said I could live there in exchange

I watch the place when he's gone,

doing chores

and stuff like that.

Said I could stay as

long as I wanted to.

I thought that meant I could

leave whenever I wanted.

Mmm.

You saying that he

held you prisoner?

Bull.

When I got there, you were

running around free as a jaybird.

Could've left any

time you wanted.

No.

So, what's this, huh?

Some kind of story to cover why

you're in the country illegally?

No, it's nothing like that.

'Cause I don't have

time for this, okay?

Listen to me!

He said...

What?

What did he say?

He said that if I tried

to leave, he'd kill me.

Look, you don't understand

what he's like,

what he... What we did,

what he made me do.

All right.

Let's start at

the beginning then.

What'd he make you do?

We killed some kids.

What?

Look, I didn't mean to, I swear.

He made me help him.

He said if I didn't,

he'd kill me, too.

Look, you gotta help me,

please. I'm so scared.

I don't want to go

to hell for killing kids.

Look.

What kids? What... What

are you talking about?

I don't know.

I never knew their names.

Names?

How many?

How many kids?

All together?

About 20, I guess.

No, you're lying.

No! It's true, I swear!

You're gonna tell me

you killed 20 kids?

Yeah! Thereabouts.

I stopped counting

after a while.

Gordon said maybe one

or two may have escaped.

But...

No.

Nobody can just up

and kill 20 kids, okay?

We did.

We did.

How?

Most times we'd just

have one or two.

Sometimes as many as three.

I always knew when we

were getting ready to leave.

Clean up the car.

Make sure the tires

were good.

Check the engine.

'Cause he was afraid that

the car would break down

and we'd get caught.

My loving baby

We'd always go a different

direction every time.

Never hit the same

part of town twice.

Sometimes we'd just

drive around for hours,

till we found somebody.

Well, there you are!

We've been looking

for you like mad.

You have?

Sure thing.

Listen, your folks,

they've been in an accident.

And they sent us to come find

you. Now, they're hurt real bad.

The police took them to the hospital, but

they didn't have time to come find you,

so we said that

we would do it.

Now, come on.

All right.

Get in here. Hurry.

Listen, we gotta get you to that

hospital so you can see your folks.

See, a lot of kids won't

get in a car alone with a stranger,

but when he's got

a kid there...

There's a good boy.

Scoot over.

Scoot over, San.

... that made it easier.

I want you to hold on tight.

They'd look

at me and say...

We've got a long way to go.

"Hey, if he's safe..."

And we are gonna fly.

"...I guess

I will be, too. "

Every time they got

in the truck,

I just wanted to die.

As soon as we got back to the

ranch, they went in the coop.

You boys hungry?

Huh?

Watch the door, Sanford!

Hey! Watch the door!

What's the matter?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Are you worried that

I'm gonna hurt you?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Huh? Come here.

No! No! No! No! Please!

- I would never hurt you.

Some days

he'd do them right off.

Other days he'd wait,

pick up a few more,

until he had about

four or five of them.

Yeah.

No! No! No!

- No what?

No what, huh?

Come on. Come on. Come on!

Sanford, keep your

eye on that door!

No! Please, no! No! No!

No! No! No! No!

Please! No! No!

He'd... He'd

sometimes leave

just one or two of them

alive, barely, anyway.

He'd say,

"Finish them, San.

"Finish them or... Finish

them or I'll finish you."

And I did.

And I killed them.

And I did.

I killed them.

Oh, God, I killed them!

Oh, God! Oh!

Hey.

Hey.

What?

Look at me.

These kids.

You think if you saw them again, you

think you might be able to recognize them?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Hey, I haven't updated

these in a while, but still.

Just...

It should be. Just go

through these, okay?

If you see any you recognize, just

put them down on the table here.

I'm sorry!

Oh, my God.

I didn't mean to...

He made me.

Oh, sh*t.

This one. Look at me.

You're sure?

I'm sure.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Jesus Christ.

Son of a b*tch.

Oh, God.

Well, he's lying.

Have you gone soft

in the head, Les?

Twenty kids, sir.

He's playing you.

He knows he's in trouble, so he's

come up with some cock and bull story

about how he was forced

to stay in the country.

With all due respect, sir, I

don't think so. You didn't see him.

This kid, he's scared

half out of his mind.

He picked the Collins kid.

We found him, remember?

Haven't you been

reading the papers?

Or maybe you have,

is that it?

Sir, if you'd just

listen to me...

I'm sorry, Captain,

but he's here again.

Who?

- That Reverend Briegleb.

He's asking about

Christine Collins.

Well, you tell that

son of a b*tch

to get the hell off

of police property,

or I'll have him arrested

for disturbing the peace.

I tried. He said he won't

leave, him or his friends.

What?

Oh, what the hell!

Jesus!

Oh, Jesus jumped down.

Captain?

Ybarra?

- Yeah.

Listen to me. You're to do

nothing except get back here.

Sir, departmental

policy requires that

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