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Sometimes-Sometimes

I'd see this boy.

He liked watching us.

- Kevin, I don't know what you're getting-

- At your window.

I told you about him.

I remember one night

I caught him at your window.

He was looking at you,

watching you.

Hey, you!

What are you looking at, puke?

Run, puke!

He chased me...

through the park.

No!

- I thought he was going to kill me.

- No!

He warned me not to tell you.

- No!

- You tell anybody about me-

I won't.

And I'll kill you next time.

Well, thank goodness you did.

My dad chased him away.

He didn't live in our neighborhood.

My dad won't let me out.

We never saw him again.

I saw him again.

You never told me.

I never told anyone.

Run!

Tattletale!

You're gonna die!

Run!

Run, you little moron!

Run!

He chased me...

- into this old warehouse.

- No!

Run!

No!

Nice tomb.

Nice and quiet.

Thanks for bringing us

down here.

- No!

- Go ahead.

Scream!

No one's gonna hear you

down here, snitch.

You know what

I'm gonna make you do?

You're gonna bite off

your own tongue, puke!

Bite it, tattletale!

Then I'm gonna visit

your stuck-up girlfriend.

Hey!

I'm gonna kill you!

I'm gonna kill both of you!

I stood there...

thinking ifhe got out,

he might hurt you.

What did you do?

I left him to die.

I never went back.

Never told anyone.

That's my sin.

I tried to forget

it ever happened.

Maybe-

Maybe going to the seminary

was my act of penitence.

He must've gotten out.

Someone would have

found his body.

- We live nearby. It would have been in the news.

- He got out.

And now he's stalking me.

It's pretty far-fetched

to think that after all these years...

someone would plan to get even with us for

something that happened when we were kids.

He tried to kill Henry.

Maybe-

Maybe he setJennifer up...

to get her into our game.

Well, forget the game.

We're leaving town.

- Where?

- My place for starters and then we'll go from there. Okay?

Hey!

That's my thesis!

Sam, grab it!

Kevin, be careful.

It's him!

I'm calling the cops.

Stay away from the window.

- No, we can't!

- You can't. I can.

You know,

I couldn't really see him.

When you turned around,

were his eyes at your eye level?

- I didn't see his eyes.

- So you don't know if he was tall, short, fat, thin?

No.

- Kevin Parson left when we cleared the building.

- Well, bring him back.

Calm down with the orders.

I never put you on this.

I'm on this.

Phone call for you.

Samantha Sheer.

- Hello?

- Yeah, I'm a friend of Kevin Parson's.

- Right. Insurance. Where's Kevin?

- We're at his place.

We may just have seen his stalker

at his window. He had a camera.

He was taking pictures of Kevin.

Josh, send units to cordon off a

Look for a guy with a camera.

Listen. It's not safe.

I want you and Kevin out of there.

- I want you back here now.

- It's all right. I'm armed.

I don't care if you're armed. This isn't an

insurance claim. I want you and Kevin out.

- That's an order.

- Okay, okay, I hear you.

Hang on.

Let me out.

Why did you leave me, Kevin?

- Let me out ofhere!

- Let me out!

- A TVjust went off in Kevin's refrigerator.

- Wait, let me hear him.

Quick. Record this!

Let me out.

It's so dark in here.

Let me out. The cockroach

has not confessed his sin...

so we must play on to the end.

The trigger is pulled.

The trigger is pulled.

Only 30 minutes tick before

the to-and-fro drones are blown to bits.

Confess what sin?

What takes you there

but takes you nowhere, Kevin?

And remember, no cops.

Get down!

Send Emergency Response

to Parson's place.

You got it.

Stand back.

The trigger is pulled. The trigger is pulled.

Only 30 minutes tick before

the to-and-fro drones are blown to bits.

You know, he seems to

be obsessed with threes.

The 30 minutes to act.

Ninety seconds to save Roy.

Get down!

- Kevin Parson,

the seminary student...

Whose car was allegedly destroyed

by the Riddle Killer yesterday...

is on our Action Phone live

to discuss important matters...

- about the case.

- Parson's on TV.

When I was 14...

I got into a fight with this boy

from our neighborhood.

He chased me into

this warehouse, and...

we fought.

I ran out and locked him in.

I left him to die.

I'm a fake and a hypocrite.

What's he doing?

He's confessing.

I'm a sinner.

If he's-

If he's listening...

I just want to say I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Poor Kevin.

Samantha Sheer calling back

on line one.

Put Kevin on.

Look, he's pretty upset. He thinks the

killer is this kid who used to bully us.

- Yeah, I heard. Can you give me a name?

- I don't know.

Kevin locked him in

a storage warehouse.

- Where? What's the address?

- Off Carmine Street.

Look, this kid didn't live

in our neighborhood...

and he didn't go to

our school or anything.

We're talking 15 years back,

so it's all pretty hazy.

My dad,

he chased him away.

He was a cop. Maybe he left a name

in a case file or something?

Your dad's retired?

He died five years ago.

Sam Sheer.

All right.

Send a team to a warehouse on Carmine,

and check all police reports...

filed by an officer Sam Sheer dealing with

juvie offenders, starting 20 years back.

- Are you and Kevin okay?

- Yeah.

Sam. Come on.

I confessed. It's over.

Kevin, I can't bet on his forgiveness,

and he said, "The trigger is pulled. "

No, it's over. Everybody knows what a

terrible person I am. That's all he wanted.

Okay. It's over.

But let me ask you something.

When he said...

"What takes you there

but takes you nowhere"-

What does that mean to you?

What takes you there

but takes you nowhere? I have no idea.

A bus.

All they do is go back and forth.

There and nowhere.

The bus that went by

our old neighborhood was number 33.

They think he might

hit bus 33.

There are three number 33 buses...

running simultaneously

on a 12-mile route.

- So, we clear all three.

- Nah, our black and whites will pull 'em over.

No, he said no cops

- at least none in uniform, or he might blow before the deadline.

- Hey, how you doing?

- Not so good. Can't complain.

Come on. Everybody out!

What did the boy look like?

Can you remember

any characteristics...

like a scar or a tattoo?

He bragged about

being in juvenile detention.

Juvenile records are often wiped clean,

but it's worth a shot.

Well, that narrows it down to a couple

of thousand suspects. Where are you?

- We're looking for the bus.

- Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop...

stop, stop, stop, stop!

Sam! That was

the 3rd Avenue bus.

The three on your refrigerator.

Pull over! Stop the bus!

Stop the bus!

- Pull over! There's a bomb!

- Are you crazy?

- Stop the bus! You gotta pull the bus over!

- Pull over!

Pull over! You got something on the bus!

Stop! Pull over.

Get everybody out of the bus!

Get out! Open the door!

- Open the door!

- Get off the bus!

- Get everybody out of the bus.

- What are you talking about?

There's a bomb on the bus.

Get off of the bus! Come on!

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