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all allegations of homicide

have to be investigated.

These are kids,

for Christ sake.

Departmental policy

is what I say it is.

Now, I'm ordering you to get your ass

back here with that kid, you got that?

You don't talk to anybody and

you bring me that kid. You got it?

Nobody!

Captain Jones.

- Boys.

What the hell have you done

with Christine Collins?

And don't try and lie

your way out of it,

because several of her neighbors saw

her being driven away in a police car.

Mrs. Collins has been placed

in protective custody

following a mental breakdown.

A what?

She's getting the best

treatment available.

And that will be all.

Next.

Go on. Move up.

- For what?

Medication.

Medication for what?

- The kind that's good for you.

Help you relax.

Well, I don't want to relax.

- Come on.

I'm not gonna take something...

- We can force-feed you

if that's what you want.

- I don't know what it is!

I don't know what it is. Dr. Steele?

- Take it. Orderly.

Dr. Steele?

I understand. Come on.

Ladies, keep moving.

Come on.

I don't wanna take anything

that I don't know what it is.

There's nothing wrong with

me that I need medication.

There's nothing

wrong with you.

No, there's nothing wrong.

No.

You're fine.

- Yes, I am.

Well, then you shouldn't

have any trouble signing this.

By signing it, you certify

that you were wrong

when you stated the boy returned to

you by the police was not your son.

It further stipulates

that the police were right

in sending you here for

observation and it absolves them

of all responsibility.

Sign it.

I won't sign that.

I won't sign that.

Well, then your condition

is not improved.

Sign it, and you can be out of

here first thing tomorrow morning.

But I wasn't wrong.

He's not my son.

My son is still missing.

Mrs. Collins,

you're becoming agitated.

Yes, I'm, yes... I'm not signing

that, because he's not my son!

Orderly!

He's not my son!

- Orderly!

My son is missing!

The patient is becoming hysterical!

- No! My son is missing!

See to it she is

sedated properly.

Get her out of here.

- No! No! No!

Next!

- No!

No, no!

- Orderly, hold on.

Stop it!

No!

- Open your mouth. Open, open your mouth.

Easy!

- You got her?

God!

- Swallow it.

Stop it!

Move back.

You!

- Get her out of here!

Come on, you got her?

Stay out of this! This is none of

your business! This is police business!

All of you! You'll stay out of it

if you know what's good for you!

You'd think you were in enough

trouble with the law already,

being a whore,

wouldn't you?

Attacking a staff member.

Room 18.

No, no! Stop it! No!

No! No!

No! Stop it!

Come on, kid.

I don't know. I'm not sure.

I think so. He was pretty close.

Excuse me.

It's all right, I can take it from here.

- But I got...

We need him

for questioning.

Like I said, it was dark.

Thanks. Come on.

Brady, Ross.

You've just been requisitioned for

backup. I'll explain on the way.

Yes, sir.

I'm not sure. She said she'd had

the croup before. This could be pneumonia.

I keep telling her

that, and she doesn't want to.

You have to insist.

You shouldn't

have done that.

Please, let me out!

- Get in there!

Wanted to.

Felt good.

Let me out! No! Please! No!

- You got her?

I lost two babies

to back alley doctors.

No choice.

Never had the chance

to fight for them.

You do.

Don't stop.

I won't.

F*** them and the horse

they rode in on.

That's not exactly

language for a lady.

Hell.

There are times that's exactly

the right language to use.

Yeah?

When you've got

nothing left to lose.

You're not supposed

to be here!

Mmm. Mmm.

Stay there. Check the

house. Check the barn.

It's all clear.

Clear here.

Bring me that shovel.

All right. Let's go.

Come on.

You're gonna show me.

Come on. Show me.

This it?

You sure?

Yeah.

Dig.

You put them in the ground, you

can take them out of the ground.

Go on. Dig.

You heard me. Dig.

My God.

Oh, my God.

Call it in.

Get the coroner

and every officer

in a 20-mile radius here

inside the hour.

Then put out an APB on

Gordon Stewart Northcott.

The information's

in my car. Go on.

You can stop, son.

You can stop now.

It's over.

Hey.

We'll take it, we can take it

from here. We can take it from...

We can take it from

here, okay? It's over.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's all over.

Okay?

File.

Privacy, please.

I see that you've been refusing

medication, requiring force feeding.

All right, Michael.

Lunchtime?

Six days, Mrs. Collins,

and no progress.

We may have to move on to

more strenuous therapies.

Unless you're willing to

prove that you're doing better

by signing this.

F*** you and the horse

you rode in on.

Room 18.

I want to talk to somebody

in charge, right now!

Please.

Who is in charge here?

Open.

I'm the head doctor on duty.

You're the doctor who

locked up Christine Collins?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

We don't discuss cases with

anyone other than family.

Oh, you'll damn well

discuss this one. Read it.

Sir.

Read it.

Stop.

Mrs. Collins,

one last time.

Are you or are you not

prepared to sign that letter?

No.

You're free to leave.

What?

Your clothes are in the next

room. You can change there.

In the next room?

Yes. That's right.

See to it.

Christ.

Long as it's not the original.

No, it's not.

Here it is.

And who is that? Is

that Baker's file or Larson?

That's Baker.

He said he wanted...

Nurse, I wanna see

every piece of paper you have on

the case of Mrs. Christine Collins,

and I want to see it right

now, do you understand me?

Every piece. When

will she be coming out?

Oh, it's just up ahead.

Oh, all right.

Let's...

Hurricane hits

West Palm Beach!

Babe Ruth hits

Kids found murdered in Riverside!

- There it is.

Biggest crime

in Los Angeles history!

Collins boy assumed dead!

Read it here!

Read it here!

Mrs. Collins,

I'm so sorry.

Captain, your handling of

the Christine Collins case

has exposed this department

to public ridicule.

There is even the possibility

of civil and criminal liability.

Sir, nobody could've known what

was happening up at that ranch.

Not us, the sheriff's department,

or the marshal's office.

And as for the

Collins woman,

I'm still not convinced that her boy

is among the victims up in Wineville.

No?

No.

There were four other photos of

missing boys that looked a lot like him.

The Clark kid

could've been mistaken.

Maybe he was.

Which begs the obvious

question. Who cares?

Sir?

The mayor wants

this to go away.

I want this to go away.

The way you do that is to stop

insisting that Walter Collins

is not among those boys killed

up at that goddamn ranch.

Because if the boy you brought

back is not Walter Collins,

and he's not dead up at that

ranch, then where the hell is he?

People are gonna want to

know why we haven't found him.

Why we're not

doing our job.

But if, on the other hand,

he is, or could be, among those

poor boys killed up in Wineville,

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