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- Yeah.

- What were their names?

- Who?

- The people that shot her.

- I can't tell you that.

- Don't f*** with me, Raymond.

- What were their f***ing names?!

- I don't know! They...

They didn't want them disclosed!

- It's time to go, miss.

- Get your hands off me.

Get your hands off me!

Get me those names, Raymond!

I said get your hands off me!

Come back again,

we'll call the police.

Patrick?

One new message. Message one.

Hello. This message is

for Melanie Michaels.

I'm calling from the

channel 8 news desk.

We received your message and are very

sorry to hear about the loss of your son.

Unfortunately, it turns out we

ran a segment on this incident...

Message deleted. No new messages.

You are home.

Where else would I be?

Pat, you don't look so good.

How should the father

with a dead son look?

Babe, you can't think like that.

Or maybe you should.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Why don't you come

upstairs with me?

I got something to show you.

Come on.

He's all around us.

We're gonna be okay.

Babe.

I know. I know.

I know.

Hey, it's okay. It's okay.

We could always have another one.

- Morning, dad.

- Morning.

It's good to have you back.

How you doing?

I don't know how to answer

that question anymore.

Okay.

You know I'm right next door

if you need to talk or...

just want to get out of here early.

All right. Thanks, dad.

It's good to see you, son.

- Detective Oler.

- Detective Oler, hi.

- Uh, this is Patrick Michaels.

- Yes?

You're investigating the

death of my son, Peyton.

Yes, I remember, Mr.

Michaels. How can I help you?

Well, I found something that

I felt I should tell you about.

Okay.

There's a truck that's been parked

on our street ever since that day.

- It hasn't moved.

- Uh-huh.

Well, I went into the truck, and I found

a vehicle registration card for Anika...

What do you mean,

went inside of it?

I went inside the truck.

Mr. Michaels, did you

break into this vehicle?

N... no.

It was unlocked.

I just opened the door.

It does not matter if it was unlocked.

Did you take anything from the vehicle?

Vehicle? Well, like I was just saying,

I found this vehicle registration card.

Mr. Michaels, you really must leave this

to us. I understand that you're upset.

Now, I suggest you return whatever items

you took from the vehicle immediately.

I will have someone

check it out today,

and we'll be sure to notify

you if anything develops.

- Mr. Michaels?

- Fine.

F***!

Peyton?

Peyton, mommy can't see you.

Peyton?

Excuse me.

You dropped your hat.

Here you go.

That's mine over there.

I think we've seen you here a few

times before. Which one's yours?

- Hello?

- Hey, Laurie, I-it's me.

Hey. How are you?

Um... I'm okay.

I was actually wondering if maybe we could

get together and do lunch again today.

Oh, honey, I'm

sorry, I can't today.

Are you sure? I-I just...

I could really use

someone to talk to today.

No, I just can't.

- Okay. No, no, I get it.

- Have you tried to call Megan?

Yeah, you know what? I don't

even... I don't even have her number.

Do you think you

could give it to me?

- Sure.

- Okay, just hold on one sec, okay?

Yeah.

Okay. Go ahead.

Okay, it's 969-1134.

- You there?

- No, no, I'm here.

Okay. Well, talk

to you soon, honey.

Okay. Thanks.

I'm gonna step out

for a minute, son.

Mel, it's Marshall.

I have Patrick here.

We're at the hospital, the E.R.

He hurt himself, but he's

okay, physically, I guess.

Look, they're concerned about him here,

and so am I, how he's handling Peyton.

They're sending us to some kind of

support group for this sort of thing.

Look, I have to get back to the office,

but I really think you should be there.

He needs you right now.

The group is in an hour.

It's at some church loca...

Come on.

Esther, come on.

Thank God.

Patrick?

Would you like to

introduce yourself?

No, I was told that

I didn't have to talk.

That's true. You don't have to.

I'm... hi. I'm Patrick Michaels.

Would you mind standing

up for us, Patrick?

My name is Patrick Michaels.

Uh, I'm here because my

son Peyton was murdered,

and I can't stop thinking about it.

I can't stop thinking about

his little body laying there...

And h... how he's never

gonna smile at me again,

and I can't stop thinking about

the woman that did it and...

All the things that I want to do to her,

all the ways that I want to hurt her.

Okay.

Let's try redirecting this anger.

What do you miss most about Peyton?

I miss not feeling guilty

about being a bad father.

Um, I...

You know, I used to feel like..

uh, working and making money,

uh, providing a home and food

for my family was enough, you know,

was the role that, uh, I played.

And now all...

I can think about is just the

things that we didn't do together,

time that I didn't spend with him,

things we'll never get to do together,

and all the times that

I said, "not now"...

To this little boy that just

wanted to play with his dad...

How I was too...

busy or too tired.

Uh, I miss...

taking my entire life for granted.

- Mr. Michaels.

- Yes?

- Hi. I'm Elliot.

- Patrick.

Sorry. I-I don't

mean to bother you.

I just wanted to say

that I really appreciated

what you had to say

back there, your honesty.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

I've been coming to

these for some time now.

You don't see it that often.

I'm sure your wife's happy

that you're coming now, too.

You know, I lost my little

girl about four years ago...

What do you mean,

"coming now, too"?

Well, it's just that I've seen her

at several of... Melanie, right?

Yes. Melanie's been here?

Well, sure. I'd say off

and on for about a year now.

But our son only died a month ago.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

I must have made a mista...

It's just... I-I remembered the name

Peyton and that he'd been kidnapped,

and I thought she said her

husband's name was Patrick.

Our son wasn't kidnapped. He...

He was murdered in our house.

Again, I'm sorry. I must be wrong.

- It's nice to have met you.

- Hold on.

- I really should get going.

- Wait.

- Who are you?

- Anika Baron?

It's "ah-ni-kah."

Who are you?

I'm Detective Oler with the Richmond

police department. May I come in?

No. Let's just do it here.

Would you like to

put some clothes on?

No, not really. Why?

You don't like this?

Did you recently report

a vehicle missing?

Yeah, my truck, like a month ago.

- A 2005 Chevy, red?

- Yeah.

And you reported it before you

went to county for four weeks

on an assault and battery charge?

Well, I thought the f***ing b*tch

had taken it. Guess I was wrong.

Right.

So, what? You actually found it?

We found it abandoned

in the Reeveston area.

Reeveston?

- Yeah.

- So, can I go get it?

Actually, no. It's being taken down

to the impound lot this afternoon

for processing and

further investigation.

Further investigation for

what? You f***ing found it.

That's why I came

here to talk to you.

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