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Come on. Get out of here.

- Help her.

- Get out of the way!

Get off!

- Sam! Phone!

- Grab it. It's probablyJennifer.

He's crazy! The man is a lunatic.

- Hello?

- You broke the rules, Kevin. I said no cops.

- Hey, I didn't call the cops.

- Samantha did. Break the rules, I break my word.

No. No. I confessed.

That's what you wanted, isn't it?

- You confessed nothing!

- What?

- Everybody's off!

- Cover your ears, puke.

Sam! Sam!

- Hey, you okay?

- How?

How did he get my number?

Anybody hurt?

He's gonna kill me.

Hey. No, he's not.

I promise.

My dad's stuff! S in storage.

There's gotta be something on this guy.

I'm gonna go there.

You get a ride home with Jennifer, okay?

Talk to me.

Sam talked to you,

and he blew it early.

You should've told me

about the kid...

'cause I can't help you

if I'm playing catch-up.

Just don't help me.

Just don't.

He's here.

I know he is.

What do I do?

I want you to walk away...

and meet me in the Grand Hotel Bar

in five minutes.

- Liar. Cheater.

- Kevin Parson-

You confessed nothing.

- I shut the door, and I left him to die. I'm sorry.

- Liar!

Liar! Liar! Liar!

- I left him to die.

- You're the sick one, Kevin.

This is Darrylin Goodman

with Action Team live...

and behind me is a Red Line city bus that

was destroyed at close to 3:00 p. m. Today...

by what the police are now calling

a combustible device.

Darrylin, have the police

made any statement yet?

They're not labeling it a terrorist

attack yet, nor are they linking it...

to the explosions that killed Roy Peters

and destroyed the vehicle of Kevin Parson.

Where's Samantha?

She went to check out

her dad's stuff.

Here we go.

May I get you something?

No, I'm good.

Kevin, it's not you.

It's him.

He's twisted beyond your capacity

to understand his sickness.

These people enjoy holding

life and death authority.

Absolute power,

absolute control.

If R.K. Is this kid from your past...

we will find him.

You have to trust me-

that I won't let him hurt you.

So, I better get to it.

I'll help you

in any way I can.

Then take a drive with me through your old

neighborhood. Stop by your aunt's house.

- See if that jogs your memory.

- I can't do that.

- Kevin-

- I can't.

My name is Jennifer Peters.

I'd like to come in and ask you

a few questions about your nephew.

- Certainly not.

- Ma'am.

Your nephew is in serious danger.

- Do you have a search warrant?

- Do I need one?

We all make mistakes, deary.

Balinda.

If I get a search warrant...

it will be the sworn duty of the police

to turn your home inside out.

Don't touch anything.

Ask your questions.

Do you like to play?

Bobby! Hush!

I have a new computer.

It's real. You wanna see?

Bobby, go to your room.

She's pretty, Mom.

She's a dog, Bobby.

You wanna get fleas?

That's what you'll get

if you play with her- fleas.

Go to your room,

read your books...

and sleep.

Eugene, don't just sit down. Where are

your manners? Get our... guest a chair.

Yes, of course, Princess.

Uh, um-

Your chair, my lady.

When was the last time

you left this house?

Why would I leave the house?

Do you know who the president is?

Eisenhower.

Eisenhower is

the only worthy president.

We don't go in for pretenders.

How long have you

been doing this?

Doing what?

You've created

your own world in here...

cutting away what you

don't like, keeping the rest.

What do you do

with the clippings?

You burn them.

Why?

What we do in our home

is our business. We're safe here.

What about Kevin?

Was he safe here?

Bobby. Back! Bobby!

Oh, my sister's boy...

always thought he was

too smart for us.

Bobby was the poor little dummy.

That Kevin...

thought he was God's gift...

sent to cast light

on us poor idiots.

Do you even wanna know

what kind of trouble he's in?

It all started when he was sneaking out

at night with that girl.

She's the one

that led him astray.

You mean Samantha Sheer?

He didn't think I knew,

but I knew.

She's the one that put

those nasty little thoughts in his head...

by wanting me to send him

to the same high school as her.

Instead of you teaching him?

The only way to raise a child...

is to isolate them with the truth.

Then they shine like stars.

You let a boy

walk out of this house...

with no idea the real world

he'd be facing.

It's a wonder

he survived at all.

Your time is up.

Someone's been threatening Kevin...

someone who may have known him

and bullied him as a teenager.

Do you remember

anything about that?

He came home one night

with a bloody nose and a black eye.

But that's what's outside-

blood and chaos.

What are you looking for, Jennifer?

What will you find?

Don't come too close

to the lonely boy, Jennifer...

or you won't walk away

this time.

We went over every one of

Sam Sheer's written reports...

at his old precinct.

Nothing about a Peeping Tom juvenile.

Where are you?

- I'm at the warehouse.

- You're gonna need a flashlight.

Those, uh, old Carmine Street

warehouses...

have been closed down for years.

Stand back.

That looks like a jacket.

- What do you got?

- Definitely blood.

Give me eight hours. I'll have

a full D.N.A. Analysis ready for you.

Blood positive.

Oh. Looks like a weapon.

Any skeletons in the closet?

Nope. But we found

a bloodyjacket.

Well, this backs up

Kevin's story...

that a fight took place.

The kid must have crawled out...

through there.

Search all the rooms.

Maybe Kevin killed the kid, hid the body.

Look, man, that girl crazy.

No, man.

- Hey, where the brew at?

- That's true.

Oh, snap.

You know where I can get a gun?

- Here you go. It's sweet.

- There you go.

Yeah, beautiful.

Just like that.

Pack it up, you guys. That's it.

Yeah. That's a day. Let's get out ofhere.

We may have a problem.

There's a group of, uh, reporters

camped outside Parson's loft.

Oh, I put him in a hotel

to keep him out of the spotlight.

Good. Which one?

Come on, Sam.

Naked is safer.

You, uh-

You hide a key witness...

and you don't bother telling

your superior officer about it?

I'm not officially

on this case.

Got a thing for him, don't you?

The fact of the matter is, you don't

even know who Kevin Parson is.

Kevin, it's me, Sam.

Jennifer called.

She told me you were here.

You're not...

keeping anything from me?

How can I? You know me better

than I know myself.

This isn't a good idea.

We've never kept secrets from each other.

This isn't a good time to start.

Remember when you told me

about your secret boyfriend?

Yeah.

Why didn't we ever become

something more?

I went to school

and moved away.

And you got busy with college.

I'm here now.

I'm so tired.

I know.

I want you to be careful

around Jennifer Peters.

Why?

Her stalker has all

the skills of a cop...

and he called me right after

I gave her my cell number.

What are you saying?

It's notJennifer.

I'm not saying it is.

Trust her.

But trust me first, okay?

If he's listening, I

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