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and is still

half-asleep, okay?

The ballerina

is always first.

Ballerina, then the elephant

my brother gave me,

then the swan, then the cat,

then the mouse, then your bear.

Barrett's bear.

It is always on the end.

Ballerina first, bear last.

Someone switched them.

Hickory dickory dock?

That's what he said on the radio.

The clock struck one...

Yeah. Like it does every

night when you get home.

And when it did, I saw the mouse.

The mouse ran up the clock.

And that's when

I noticed the bear

and the ballerina

have switched places.

Some guy found out

where you live,

broke in before

you got home tonight,

rearranged your knickknacks,

then called to tell you about it?

You don't believe me.

I didn't say that.

So then you think I'm crazy.

Those things got moved.

You're absolutely sure?

100% sure?

Look, you wanna call the cops,

call them,

but I can

tell you right now,

you don't have a burglary,

a forced entry

or proof anyone was

in this house at all.

I get it.

All right,

let's get some sleep, huh?

What? You mean on top of all this,

I have to drive back?

I told you I wanted to

take things slowly this time.

Ballerina first,

bear last.

You sure you

really wanna do this?

Sit out here in this big, old house?

Stay out here all by yourself?

What are you

looking for exactly?

Something that won't stand me up

on Saturday night.

What species?

My house already

has some cat doors.

This way.

All right, Monster.

Let's see if anybody

has taught you how

to use a cat door.

Monster.

Come on, Monster.

Food.

It's your food.

And now we go through the cat door.

Terrific.

Okay, come here. Come here.

Okay.

I'll go find you a cat bed.

I think I saw one in a box.

Okay.

Hickory dickory dock.

Please don't freak out.

What the hell

are you doing here?

What are you

doing in my house?

I had to tell you that your 10 days

are almost up.

I want you the hell out of my house.

I want you out now!

The free introductory

offer is about to expire.

Now!

Calm down,

calm down, it's okay.

Don't tell me to calm down!

Out!

Okay.

Going.

Move it!

You really should

learn to recognize

a good thing when

you see one, Doc.

You know, you really should lock

your doors and windows around here.

You never know

what might crawl in.

No!

Cam!

Cam!

You're absolutely

sure this is the kid

who called your

show last week?

Barrett...

Did he take anything?

How about your

underwear drawer?

My what?

Forget he's a kid.

I've seen cases like this.

These guys get real creepy.

Maybe he's a sniffer or something.

Barrett, stop.

I told you he was in my house last week,

and I was absolutely right.

I just wanna

hear you say it.

Let me see that cell phone.

He's not on here...

Just say it.

Could this be some kid you met

at the outreach center?

No.

Some junior pervert

you counsel there?

No.

How many kids have you worked with

there over the years?

Hundreds.

Yeah.

More than you can remember.

I would've remembered him.

Ms. Blake?

Sorry, but we heard the call

and recognized the address.

Come in.

Look, she got home tonight,

and this kid was in the cellar.

I'm sorry,

and you are?

Barrett Tanner, I'm with the District

Attorney's office in the city.

You called the D.A.'s office?

No, I'm a friend.

She thinks he's been here before

at night while she's at work.

And who is it we're

talking about exactly?

He was here last week

trying to sell me newspapers.

Who?

The paperboy.

Look, guys,

she wants to press charges.

I didn't say that.

So, you think that

he's a big fan of yours?

That...

You think he's stalking you?

I don't know.

Did he ever

threaten you in any way?

No.

Did he touch you?

No!

Your things.

Did he go through

some of your things?

He was in my house and in the cellar.

Isn't that enough?

I'm just trying to get

the facts straight, Ms. Blake.

It's Dr. Blake,

Detective.

And the facts are,

I did a show

on nursery rhymes

a couple months ago,

about the violence

and abuse in a lot of them.

Now, I think this kid must've heard

that show.

She also counsels problem kids

at a community center.

It wasn't one of them.

So, let's get a statement,

and let's get a description.

That's the first step.

I am guessing that

you don't remember

the last time we

met each other.

A year ago

in the same cellar.

Wait a minute.

You think this has something to do

with your dad?

Look, she just moved in,

she's a little jumpy

and this freakin' kid

is downstairs

when she gets home.

We're on top of it,

Mr. Tanner.

Let's take care

of this fast.

Do you want

his fingerprints?

He switched them again.

The bear and the ballerina.

I wasn't exactly snooping.

I was cleaning and I saw it.

But there are no accidents,

are there, Mary?

And your son put

something in that letter

about himself that he was not ready

for you to know.

But I feel I have a right to make sure

he stays safe,

that he stays happy.

And that he makes

the kind of choices

that are the right

choices for him to do that.

Am I a bad mother for thinking

we should be able to talk about

anything and everything?

The paperboy for your area

is a boy named Derek.

No, he said

his name was Cam.

Well, it's Derek.

And he fit your description.

This is the kid, trust me.

He's got the eyes

you were talking about.

His parents said he has something

called aniridia.

It's when the iris

doesn't develop,

so it stays

black like the pupil.

Well, did you go to his house

and question him?

Yeah, and the kid was more than

a little surprised

to see us

at 2:
00 in the morning,

that includes his parents

who gave sworn statements

that Derek was home

all night, did homework,

watched some TV

and was in bed by 11 :30.

Yeah, well, parents lie for their kids

all the time.

I said he had an alibi,

I didn't say we believed it.

I just want to know what the hell

he was doing in my house.

Doesn't it make

you stop and think?

It made all of

us stop and think,

but we have nothing to tie him

to your dad whatsoever.

What about fingerprints?

We didn't find any.

As a matter of fact, we couldn't find

anyone in that cul-de-sac

who had anything to say

about this kid at all.

They didn't see me chasing him up a hill

at 1:
00 in the morning

with a bunch of their dogs?

What?

Your neighbors don't

exactly corroborate

your story about what happened

the other night.

Even Fred?

The old guy next door?

Especially Fred.

Mr. Crumb? It's Sonny.

I need to talk to you.

Mr. Crumb,

I know you're in there.

I don't answer

this door after dark.

Well, I am not leaving

until you speak to me.

You don't

talk about him.

You don't go to

the police about him.

You don't do anything that might

attract his attention.

Your father had a dog.

It barked and chased the boy every time

he came to deliver the paper.

One night,

your father found that dog

nailed to that

fence in your backyard.

He'd done it,

and your father knew it

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