Rosewood Lane Page #4

again."

They chanted that,

throwing dirt

over me in the hole.

So, I lay there

for an hour, crying.

The box caved in all

around me from the dirt.

I'm sucking on the snorkel,

afraid it would be

ripped away at any second

and I'd have to hold

my breath or suffocate.

What happened?

A neighbor found me,

dug me out.

I don't like small places,

and I especially

don't like them

when they're

holes in the ground.

Hey, come on. I was, like, 10 years old

when that happened. Relax.

Yeah, well, it seemed

pretty recent today.

Don't tell me.

If that sick bastard

is down in the basement listening to us,

I will personally

wring his neck.

No, it's the cat.

Son of a b*tch!

Barrett!

Go back in the bedroom.

What are you gonna do?

I'll be goddamned!

Just call the cops!

I am the goddamn cops!

I am gonna

rip his head off.

If he's down there,

I'm gonna break him in half!

I'm gonna call the cops.

Barrett?

Barrett!

Jack and Jill

went up the hill

to fetch a pail of water

Jack fell down

and broke his crown

and Jill came

tumbling after

Bastard!

Open this door!

Open this goddamn door!

Police emergency.

333 Rosewood Lane.

Have you arrested him?

This is frustrating

for us, too.

Have you taken

him into custody?

No, we did not.

Let me guess, his parents said

he was home with them all night.

Detectives, when you were a kid,

did you ever sneak out?

Yes, as a matter of fact,

I did. A few times.

Even Barrett said

someone he didn't see

came out of

the dark and pushed him.

No, I saw him.

I talked to him.

No, you talked to

a shadow at the top

of the stairs.

You said so yourself.

No, I said

he was in shadow.

All right, fine.

You take that to court,

and his parents

get on the stand,

and they say that he's been home

all night. That's reasonable doubt.

No...

You ask your boyfriend

how that works.

I'm sorry my case is not strong enough

for you, Detectives.

I will have him

autograph something

the next time he

breaks into my house

and pushes someone down

the goddamn staircase.

Is this the report?

Is his address in here?

Now, he's a minor.

I wanna talk to his parents.

He is a minor,

Ms. Blake,

protected by all the laws and provisions,

I'm sure you must be aware of,

having worked with

children yourself.

Look, these people

aren't his birth parents.

They adopted him

when he was five years old.

His real mom,

whoever she is,

had all her kids taken away

and dumped into the system.

Your copy of the report

has Derek's address redacted.

Ms. Blake?

Mr. Tanner is asking for you.

Please be patient.

We are working on it.

Danny.

I found this

at Annie's place.

My girlfriend,

big Sonny Blake fan.

It's not as bad as it looks.

They said I'm good.

They want me overnight,

but it's just a mild concussion.

What's wrong?

I have come so far

from being that little

girl who used to hide

from her dad

down in the cellar.

You're damn right you have.

When I saw

that boy tonight,

I felt like I was right back there

in that basement,

hiding from my dad and telling myself

that he wasn't something evil.

Well,

technically you were

back in the basement.

Hey.

I can't go through my life

believing in the boogeyman.

It's not about that.

It's not about

what's good or evil.

It's about what will

hurt you and what won't.

Everything else

is just opinion.

When I saw you at the bottom

of the stairs tonight,

I knew he killed my dad.

He drank.

He drank and fell

down the basement steps.

The autopsy confirmed

his alcohol level.

I heard what he said

after he pushed you.

He's got some twisted

nursery rhyme thing going,

probably got it

from that show you did.

Jack fell down

and broke his crown.

Barrett,

my dad's name was Jack.

Hello.

You know who I am.

Of course.

Would it be okay

with you if I came in?

Hank!

Is Hank your husband?

I apologize.

I know I shouldn't be here.

Honey, this is Sonny Blake,

the woman from the radio.

Yes?

Would it be okay if I come in

and speak with you?

About what?

About your son.

I listen to you on

the radio all the time.

I work the swing shift,

and we have you

on every night,

Monday through Friday

till midnight.

You dressed?

Look, I really just want to speak

to the two of...

Must be in the basement.

Go get him.

It's all right.

Do it.

What the hell

are you doing here?

If you came here to

accuse him of something,

I wanna know exactly what it is

you think he did.

Look,

I know you think

you're protecting him.

He's my son.

Of course, I'm going to protect him.

Look around.

I mean,

a house of this size,

he could sneak out at night

and you wouldn't even hear anything.

That hasn't happened

in a long time, Ms. Blake.

Come on.

What's going on?

What the hell are

you doing in my room?

What did you do

and when did you do it?

What?

Mr. Barber,

this is not your son.

Barber?

This is not the kid I saw carrying

his bike into the backyard.

My name is Hawthorne.

You saw do what?

I told you! Some kid just walked

his bike right through our backyard.

What the hell

are you doing here?

Do you even know

Derek Barber?

Your group is getting loud.

I know.

I'm running late.

What are you up to?

Detective work,

I think.

Your demon paperboy?

There are 112 listings

in the tri-county area for Barber.

I went to all seven high schools

in the county.

And if his address is online anywhere,

I can't find it because...

He's a minor.

That scares me.

Did you hear what you just said?

You're not his therapist.

You shouldn't be

contacting him,

and now you know he's

violent and dangerous.

Yeah, well, nobody's doing

a damn thing about it.

You didn't go and see someone,

did you?

I asked you to go

and see a therapist.

Are you saying

I can't do my job?

I'm saying that I'm responsible for you.

I am responsible for them.

This boy,

he could be

the devil himself,

and it wouldn't matter because look what

he's already doing to you.

He's got you

breaking the law,

and it sounds to me like he's about

to have you violating your ethics.

What if this isn't as simple

as you'd like it to be?

You think this boy

killed your father, Sonny?

That means somewhere in the

back of your mind,

you're thinking he did exactly

what you wanted to do,

what you dreamed

about doing.

Ask yourself,

what is it that

you're really trying to do?

Outreach.

Sonny!

Hello?

There are no accidents, right?

What?

I talked to the cops.

Well, why do you sound so chipper?

'Cause I'm doing

what I should have done from day one.

Which is what, Barrett?

Tell me. I'm panicking.

I'm at your place.

Me and Monster.

We're on Derek Barber patrol.

He shows up tonight,

he's gonna have

a nice, little surprise

waiting for him.

Are you kidding me?

What? You think

I'm afraid of some little, punk kid

sneaking around out there?

He's sneaking around,

and you are hopping on one foot.

What? You think he's gonna get

another sucker punch in?

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