The Devil's Dolls

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Where do you go

When you die?

Where do you go?

Where do you go?

Where do you go

When you die?

You go down down down

Down down

-Help me! Somebody.

Help me! Somebody,

Please help me!

Help me!

Somebody..

Help me, please!

-Jesus.

- He's right behind me.

Please.

- You're safe.

Amber, right? Amber Ryder?

All units. All units.

This is Doyle.

10-99 on Begos Road

near the hospital.

I got her. Send medical.

- No, no, no,

we have to get out of here.

He's gonna kill me.

-Amber, listen.

Everyone's been out

looking for you.

The whole area is on lockdown

and he knows it.

Now someone will be

by here in a minute

to take you out of here

and then we'll get him.

I promise.

I'm gonna get a blanket

from the trunk and..

-It's okay.

-Okay, Henry. Okay.

On from here walking

Dreams awake

I think not

I think not

The sky comes king

Blown in every direction

And of no country

I am straw

It is no mystery

I know my way from here

Iron sharpens iron

Crooked wooden

in peacock black

I have your feathers

Slung across my back

I'm not the only one

To help you down the hill

My blue knuckles

Do as they will

It is no mystery

I know my way from here

It is no mystery

I know my way from here

-Yeah. I'll tell him, but..

Yeah, I understand that, Lu,

but you know what he'll say.

Okay, lieutenant.

- No.

- Matt.

- No, Darcy.

- I told him you'd say that.

- Then why the hell are we

still having this conversation?

- So I can follow a direct

order and tell the lieutenant

I relayed his message.

-Fine. Go ahead.

-It is CNN this time.

They are asking

for five minutes, Matt.

-We good?

- You know, it might be good

to talk to them.

- Christ, not again.

- No, not for you. The victims.

- The families deserve to hear

more than

dry line items of the case

reports.

- It's over, Darcy. He's dead.

If they can't accept that...

- No, no, no, it's not

about accepting it.

They wanna understand.

-Understand?

What more is there

to understand?

He was random and vicious.

The Garrets want to understand?

The Masons,

they want to understand?

Do the Thompsons really want

to understand exactly

what was going through Henry's

mind as he snatched up

their little girl up

and whipped her to death

with the chain off her bicycle?

- Jesus, Matt. I'm not asking

you to rationalize it for them.

- A lot of kids get knocked

around by their old man.

The problem is how some of them

choose to deal with it.

- It's also a problem when

they choose not to deal with it.

-It's late.

-Hey.

- Please tell me we're not

still talking about this.

There's nothing new.

-Yeah, well..

Must have been Henry's.

-Can I help you?

- You have something that don't

belong to you, detective.

- Wait, I know you,

from Henry's file.

You're that Degraty woman...

-DeGracie, Della DeGracie.

The one who found Henry

the night his father died...

-The night.

And I have to have back

that item.

Henry had a box.

- Look, lady,

it's been a long day, alright.

Anything of Henry's has to be

filed with the police clerk.

You can come down

to the station tomorrow

we'll see what we can do.

-Mom, I'm done. Come look.

- Okay, baby.

Are your shoes on?

- Yeah.

- Okay, because mine are not.

I can't find them, have you seen

my brown sandals?

- Mom?

- Okay, okay, sorry.

-Let me see.

Oh, so pretty.

Nice job.

Okay, get ready.

Here, we gotta get going, okay?

Uh, Buddy, get down.

Sweetheart, we talked

about this when we moved in.

There is no reason for you

to be afraid of Buddy.

He would never hurt you,

I promise. Okay?

- It's daddy!

- What?

Great.

-There is my girl!

-I'm gonna keep you, daddy.

- And I'm gonna keep you.

- Forever?

- Forever and ever.

- Look what I made.

-Whoa, that is beautiful.

- I know.

Do you have anything for me?

-It's in the car, sweetheart.

- Jesus, Matt.

We've been through this.

You can't just show up here.

-I needed to see her.

-I saw the news.

- You got him, huh?

- I got him.

- You alright? You seem...

- I'm fine.

-Of course you are.

Well, good for you.

- The shoes you were looking

for, they were, um..

-Thank you.

-Hey, Matt.

-Ethan.

- Come on, I'll be

in the car, okay?

- Come on, Chloe,

let's get in the car.

Take care of yourself, Matt.

- There's my favorite girls.

Hi.

-Hey, kiddo.

- What's up, Toddy?

You know I have a dolly, right?

- Nope. Did not get

that information.

- So, you're helping

us out today?

- Yeah, I'm making

some stuff, too.

- Yeah? Well, you better

save something for me.

- Uh, guys. Still heavy.

- Oh, alright just take it

in the back, babe.

- Let's go, squirt.

Grab the door.

- You guys good?

- Yeah.

Todd keeps having nightmares.

We're still living in the

one-bedroom shithole he grew up in.

So he's not sleeping very well.

-I'm sorry.

What about the interview

from the other day?

- We're still waiting

to hear back.

God, he's been out of work

for... six months now.

-I'm sorry.

-It's really killing him.

I don't know how

we're staying afloat.

Which by the way,

thank you for..

The extra hours and stuff.

Really appreciate it.

- Hey, don't even.

I wish, I could do more.

He's gonna find something.

Something great.

-We'll see.

I was happy to get him

out of the house.

-Oh, yeah.

- Congratulations on Bale,

detective.

-Thank you.

-Mommy, it's cold in this.

-Great, honey.

- Oh, my God, these are so cool.

-That's my daughter, Chloe.

She's a jewelry designer.

And I think she is having

a sale. Two dollars?

- Got a sweatshop goin', huh?

- Obviously.

-Do you have this in a set?

-I'm sorry, just the one.

-That's a shame.

Your father would like one

for his study.

- I can make some calls

and see if I can find...

-No, that... that's okay.

- Listen,

give me your name and email

I'll let you know when we get

more like that.

Okay?

- Thank you.

- Of course.

-There you go.

-I'll take one.

Alright.

How's that look, Chloe?

- Chloe-bear,

you've got a customer.

Chloe?

Baby, where did you get

those things?

Chloe?

It's okay, baby. It's okay.

-What happened, seizure?

- It's okay, baby, just...

Just listen to mommy's voice.

Remember, it'll go away.

- Hey, Chloe,

did you make these?

This is so cool.

Can I buy it from you?

Yeah?

- Bye.

- Feel better.

-Chloe, you're a hit.

-That was a tough one.

- Hey, can you go solo

for a bit?

- I'm gonna take her home.

- Yeah, yeah, of course.

-Go home, baby?

- Forgotten how ugly

that wall was.

You okay?

- My father would have been

72 today.

- You still taking Chloe

to Disneyworld?

Happiest place on earth.

You think you can handle it?

- It was supposed

to be Amy, too.

Three years ago, I said,

after I catch this guy..

We can..

Whatever.

I never..

Told you this

'cause I was too ashamed.

The day we found

Tyler Richardson's body

Amy made me promise

to come home early.

Well, we found Tyler..

I forgot all about it.

Got home around 2 AM

walked in, Amy and Chloe

are asleep on the couch.

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