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What's up?

You know Lindsey Dunlay?

No.

Court-appointed
child psychologist.

I went to high
school with her.

Oh, yeah?
What she want with us?

Case of hers--

Sean Morgan was arrested
for a strong-arm.

Judge sent him to
Lindsey for evaluation.

And?

When he was three,
Sean witnessed his
mother's murder.

The case was never solved.

Lil!

- Hey, Lindsey.
- Hey.

This is my partner
Scotty Valens.

- How you doing?
- Hey. Good.

So, uh, what was she
like in high school?

She'll never tell, right?

Let's just say Lilly and I
never made the year book.

The holy terror
is over there.

What's his deal?

17-year-old thug
in the making.

Sean came up in foster care?

I'm hoping the judge
goes easy,

'cause in another year
he gets the big time.

What was the robbery?

Purse snatching off an LOL.

Done two others just like it.

He's next to hopeless.

But it seems like
he has some real memories

of his mom getting killed.

That's why I called you.

He never told anyone about it?

No one that believed him.

Sean, this is
Detective Rush who
I told you about.

My partner
Detective Valens.

Partners, huh?

You hit that yet?

I know I just misunderstood you,
Sean.

I'm about to turn 18.

If he don't man-up real soon,

maybe you and I
could hook it up.

Yeah, yeah,
I'll think about it.

Sean, stop wasting their time
and tell them about your mom.

Lindsey said you had
some specific memories

about her being killed?

I forgot 'em.

So you like stealing
from old ladies, huh?
That's impressive.

What do you know about it,
smalls?

I know I got
better things to do

than monkey with a kid
trying to get attention.

Let's bounce.

I'm sorry. I thought
this kid was different.

What?

You get ignored all the time,
right?

Treated like what you say

either ain't true
or worth crap.

Yeah, that's about it.

And here come
two people

who want to listen
to what you have to say

and you're letting us
walk away?

You want your mom's case
looked at, we're your chance.

And why should I believe you?

Look at me.

Am I lying?

Red and yellow balloons.

A train and the name "Bobby."

That's what I remember
about her being murdered.

A 30-year-old waitress,

stabbed to death
in her rowhouse in Mayfair.

No weapon recovered.

Got some prints, hair,
but never a match.

Lady was butchered real good.

Gaping neck wound.

three year old Sean sat
with her all night like that.

No wonder he's a little s.o.b.

Who found the body?

Neighbor. Leon Kincaid.

Up early for a jog, heard
the kid wailing, called 9-1-1.

Suspects?

She worked
as a cocktail waitress

at a joint called Boilermakers.

Ton of interviews
from there.

Patrons, co-workers...
nothing stuck.

Jeffries is running
the names again.

Maybe 15 years later someone's
true colors have come through.

Anything on Sean's father?

The assigned's notebook says
he was never in the picture.

No next of kin, landing Sean
in foster care...

leaving us with
red and yellow balloons,

a train and the name Bobby.

Pretty modest
starting point.

Any luck for us?

Yeah. Your 9-1-1 caller,
Leon Kincaid,

the guy's on the books.

What'd he do?

Well, starting in '91,

been arrested for open lewdness,
loitering,

and my personal favorite,
prowling at night.

Any idea where Leon
hangs out these days?

Yeah, he happens to be the top
man at Germantown Dorsett Bank.

Leon Kincaid?

Yeah?

Detectives Rush and Valens.
Can we have a minute?

Um... 0kay.

I'll be right back, Jodie.

This way.

About 6:00 a.m.

I'm out running and hear the kid
bawling his head off,

so I go around the back

and look in, and, uh...
it was just awful.

Did you know Rebecca?

Enough to say hello,
that's about it.

Ever see anyone go in
or out of her house?

Nah.

Pretty girl, right?

I guess.

Ever ask her out?

Like I said, we never
really spoke, so, uh...

I'm sorry, I'm not much help.

Uh, but I should get back.

To Jodie?

Pardon?

Need to get back so he can
look over her shoulder,

down her blouse.

Busty girl.

We know about you, Leon.

We know you've
had your trouble

with boundaries.

I never hurt anyone.

I never touched.

Did my probation,
got counseling.

Good for you.

But in '89, you were
just getting revved up.

Hey, Leon, you registered
as a sex offender?

No, hell no.

I never molested anyone.

Still, maybe I'll talk to sex
crimes see what we can do

about getting you
on the books.

Yeah, 'cause this sheep
dresses up real good.

Better get the word out.

Oh, jeez, okay. Okay.

I'd peep on Rebecca.

Pretty regular?

Yeah.

How about the night she died?

But I didn't kill her.

Ned, is something wrong?

I wanted to apologize
for earlier.

You don't have
to say anything.

Just...

well, the ball's
in your court, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

One more thing.

What's all this?

For Sean, for his birthday.

Hey, these are for you,
little man.

There you go.

Ned, don't give
him any gifts.

Oh, every boy needs something
to open on his birthday.

We have cake,
that's enough.

Oh, here.

This is going to be
just like the Pampers.

Oh, no, no, no.
I take back what I said earlier.

I've written everything down.
I'm going to write you a check.

What, so it can bounce?

Here you go.

Red and yellow balloons.

Like Sean remembered.

So, Leon,
that's all you saw?

I wasn't exactly pumped
to stick around

for a three-year-old's
birthday party.

Right.
No girl coming out of cake.

What's the upside for the
guy standing in the hedge?

At least my move wasn't handing
out Pampers and balloons.

This Ned guy's
a complete stooge.

Ned Ryan.
The write-up here

says you told the
assigned detective

you hadn't seen
Rebecca in over a week.

Been so long now.

I couldn't tell you
when I talked to Rebecca last.

Well, how about
the night she
was murdered?

No.

Ned, we know you
were at Rebecca's

shortly before it happened.

And you came bearing gifts;
balloons.

So don't lie about it

like you did
the first time around.

Maybe... I was there.

But I left after a few minutes.

But you were angry,
right?

So maybe you did
a U-turn.

Yeah, 'cause you and Rebecca
fought earlier that day, too.

Rebecca was a regular
at the store.

I felt bad for her-- struggling
to support Sean on her own.

You were giving her Pampers.

Yes, I'd slip her Pampers,
baby food-- to cut her a break.

Thanks so much, Ned.

Not a problem.

I just added another
shift at the tavern,

so it won't be long
before I'm on my own
two feet.

I wish you were working less
at that bar, not more.

A woman like you
in such a filthy place...

it's not right.

Well, you're a doll, but it's a
real blessing to have more work.

Thanks again, Ned.

Oh, Ned...

Oh, Ned, I'm sorry.

I'm just not the kind of gal
who casually necks with a man.

Rebecca,

I didn't mean it like that.

I would like to kiss you,

because what I have to say
is anything but casual.

But you barely know me.

My folks dated one evening
at a county fair

to know that they would

spend the next
51 years together.

Oh, Ned.

You need a man in the house.

A father figure to Sean.

There's already a man
in my life.

What?

Who?

And where is he?

Well, he's from before--
back in Virginia.

Well, how could he allow you
to be here alone?

It's just all mixed up.

It's upside-down.

I'm sorry, Ned.

This just isn't proper airing
these personal matters.

I guess I would have
figured it all out
soon enough, huh?

Yeah, Sean's three today.

I guess he won't be needing
boxes and boxes and boxes

of Pampers too much longer!

So you felt rejected.

No, no, no. I felt horrible
for blowing up like that.

And that night, when I goofed
again, I left... for good.

Where were you
the rest of the night?

I lived in an apartment building
at the time.

Whether anyone saw me, can vouch
for me, I wouldn't know.

Okay, Ned.

We'll look into it.

I just wanted to find a gal like
my mother... from a better time.

Rebecca was that girl.

Ned's story checks out.

An old coot
at the Tree Lane Apartments

knew all about
his pining for Rebecca.

What, he see him the
night of the murder?

Coot says Ned was on his balcony
for hours that night

letting balloons go
one by one.

Time to shift focus
to this man in her life.

Well, maybe the man in
her life was Sean's dad.

Maybe that was Bobby.

Got something?

Autotracked Rebecca Morgan

looking for that connection
back in Virginia.

Rebecca Morgan...

died in 1982.

Four years before Sean
was even born.

Rebecca Morgan was
a 19-year-old freshman

at Virginia.

Died in a car crash
in 1982.

So who was Sean's mom

and why was she
using an alias?

Woman goes into hiding, she's
usually running from abuse.

Abuser could be the man
in her life.

She told Ned she was in
a mixed-up relationship.

"Upside down."

Someone who
wasn't around.

Maybe why he wasn't around.

So let's figure out
who "she" is.

Start with
the ME's office, Scotty.

They should have

her fingerprints to run
through AFIS.

You get her name, buzz me.

I'm going to go
see Sean.

So how's Elisa?

Good.
She liked meeting you.

Coming to first Thursdays.

She someone serious?

We were engaged.

Yeah.

Before everything happened.

Well, maybe
you'll get it back.

I'm hoping.

I'm not supposed to have
girls up here.

It's my foster parent's rules.

Sean, the red and yellow
balloons, they meant something.

That's supposed to make
me feel better?

Tell me more about the train,
and Bobby.

I'm not even sure
the train was real.

Maybe a toy train?

No, it was a sketch,
a drawing or something.

That's it, that's all I got.

Sean, I think your mom
was running from someone.

Yeah? Like who?

I'm not sure.

In fact, I'm not sure
who your mom was.

Rebecca Morgan.

No, that's the name
she was going by,

but she was someone else.

Soap opera city.

She was trying
to get away
from something.

Let me tell you
the 411, okay?

Solve my mom's case or don't.

'Cause I could give
a flying middle finger, okay?

So why have Lindsey
contact me?

'Cause I was bored.

And now I'm bored again.

You're not doing
it for me anymore.

You're too pushy.

So how about the hearing
you got coming up--

that bore you, too?

You're 17.

The judge doesn't have to treat
you like a kid, you know?

The judge can show up
with no drawers under his robe.

He can also
kiss my ass.

That's a smart attitude.

Rush.

Yeah. Okay.

Bye.

Want to know
your mom's real name?

No thanks.

When did my daughter die?

1989.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Care for a drink?

No, no, thank you.

I'll be truthful.

Having Linda was
the worst thing

that ever happened to me.

She was a bad kid?

Not so bad.

I just never
took to her.

No matter how you slice it,

for 18 years you lose your life.

I knew I wasn't
maternal.

Everyone kept saying,

"When she pops out,
you'll feel different."

Well, guess what?

Miss Frandsen, do you remember
the last time you saw Linda?

Guess the spring of '87.

What was the occasion?

Vic.

Her ex-husband.

We weren't aware
she had a husband.

Well, they didn't walk
down the aisle,

but for all intents
and purposes...

And so Linda showed up here?

Unannounced.

It'd been three years
since I last saw her.

I wasn't even aware
she'd gotten pregnant.

His name's Sean.

Finally got your wish, huh?

Yeah, and he's been so healthy.

Happy to hear it.

Why are you here?

Vic's a freak.

It's one thing if he wants
to punch on me,

but I won't let him hurt Sean.

Here we go.

Here we go what?

If he's as bad
as you claim he is,

go to the police,

get a restraining order.

All that'll do
is help make for

a tearjerker on
the 10:00 news.

Sure that's not
the drama queen coming out?

Don't you dare do that, Mama.

So what?

You don't want to go
to the police,

what am I supposed to do?

Let us stay here with you.

One night,

then we'll leave and I'll be
out of your hair forever.

Linda and Sean were
on the road early.

What about Vic?

He ever come around?

No. Didn't call either.

I'm sure he didn't expect
me to know where she was.

You never heard from
Linda again?

Nope.

I always figured they were

still out there somewhere.

Hey, Rocky...

relax.

How was she murdered?

We'll get to that.

Linda's mom says she was
on the run from you.

Well, that's wrong.
I never met her mom.

Not that I didn't want to.

Linda wouldn't let that happen?

She had a lot
of rules.

She have one against marriage?

She said a piece of paper's
what ruined things.

I disagreed.

So Linda keeps pulling

that kind of nonsense,
why keep her around?

'Cause my life
was different with her.

Ton of smiles.

Vic, you front like this
big, gentle giant,

but you know what...
I don't buy it.

'Cause we've been here
five minutes

and not once have you asked
about your son.

My son?

Sean.

Is that Linda's son?

'Cause it
wasn't my son.

Linda's only dream
was to have a baby.

I couldn't give her one.

Shooting blanks.

Thanks for that.

I failed her in the biggest way.

What? Horse,
why you smiling?

'Cause we're going
to get a pony.

Vic, what?

I went to the adoption
agency today--

got us an appointment.

Oh, no.

I thought that'd
make you happy.

They're not
going to approve
our application.

You don't know.
Might get lucky.

We're not going
to get lucky.

You've been out of work
too long.

That'll change.

'Cause it is time
to play less and work more.

Hey, we'll slow down.

Better yet, we'll
get married.

Huh?

Yeah, it'll
increase our chances.

Baby, what's wrong?

I'm pregnant.

I didn't think I could

make that happen.

It's not yours.

Horse, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Tried talking to her,
I thought we could work it out.

I come home one night
from job hunting,

she was gone.

And when was this?

It was April in '85.

You know who the father was?

Found a name written down once.

Had a hunch he was the guy.

Any chance the name
was Bobby?

No.

Silver.

Kyle...

Silver.

Not a period of my life
I was so proud of.

No?

I'm married 30 years.

Linda was my one
transgression.

My wife almost
divorced me.

Pregnancy didn't go over
real big at home, huh?

That part was never a problem.

Linda had a miscarriage.

Miscarriage?

Caught the biggest break
of my life.

I mean, an affair
is one thing, but...

a second family--
that only plays in Utah.

That was it then?

As far as you know, Linda
moved on to someone else?

I wouldn't say she went quietly.

Nor was it easy
for me to say good-bye.

Why not?

Because this girl
was so sexy

that it was silly.

Kyle.

What are you doing here?

Let me put my tongue
in your mouth.

Are you out of your mind?

I asked you not
to come here.

Everybody's looking at us.

"Who's the piece with Silver?
Is he doing her?"

You love it.

Linda, this is
not the right way.

That's too bad,

'cause I'm not
giving up.

What are you doing?
Come on.

You know this is
- how you want it.
- Linda...

Don't you?

Linda...

Yes, yes, yes.

I'm not giving
up, baby.

I can't do it this way.

I'm sorry.

For the last time.

This is all wrong.

I walked back to my office
and never saw her again.

And sexually speaking,
this is how Linda was?

Overt like this?

Well, I guess that makes
two secrets I've kept.

I mean, if my wife knew
the particulars,

she never would have
forgiven me.

Hospital records confirm,
Linda had a miscarriage
September '85.

Sean was born October '86.

She had to have
gotten pregnant fast.

Well, after hearing
Silver's account of Linda

that would have taken
her all of an hour.

Question is, do you believe
Silver's version of Linda

or ex-husband Vic's?

Or Neds?

Mm. Three different girls.

Or three girls in one.

There she is--

best and brightest physician
in all of Philadelphia.

Shut up, Vailens.

It's Valens. V-a-l-e-n-s.

Hey, Frannie. Thanks
for coming so late.

What else am I doing
at 10:00 at night?

Our victim had a miscarriage

shortly before getting
pregnant a second time.

Yeah, we're determining
a timeline

for when the actual roo-roo
took place.

This is Rebecca Morgan,
now Linda Frandsen case?

No. According
to the autopsy,

there's no indication
of striations

in the bone structure
of her pelvis.

Come again?

Your victim
never gave birth at all.

Sean wasn't hers.

She was in no position
to adopt.

We contact the Center
For Missing and Abused
Children?

Ran a search

on abducted children

in the Virginia/mid-Atlantic
states, '85 to '89.

John Barrett of Aberdeen
Maryland, Robert Gordon,

Richmond, Virgina.

Yeah.
Robert?

Bobby.

Gordons could be Sean's
real parents.

Don't float that
- till you're sure,
- Scotty.

I'll contact Virginia.

They'll have
the Gordon's
DNA on file.

I'll call over and get Sean
to get a DNA swab,

say it's part
of the investigation.

As soon as you get a match,
head south.

So you say Bobby's

been in several foster homes?

Moved a lot.

He's had it rough.

Been arrested?

Jeff, don't assume that.

A bunch of foster homes--
come on.

Am I right?

Several times.

For what?

Assaults, theft.

But so far,
the juvenile courts

have bailed him out.

Mr. And Mrs. Gordon,

ever known someone
named Linda Frandsen?

She the one who took our boy?

Frandsen? Wasn't that
what's-his-name ex-wife,

the landscaper?

Hector?

Victor.

Lake?

Yeah.

Linda came by with him once.

What a sweetie!

How old is he?

Ten months.

What's his name?

Bobby.

Bobby!

You're just a little miracle,
aren't you, Bobby?

That's what I tell myself

as I'm combing the Cheerios
out of my hair.

Can I tell you a secret?

Sure.

I'm expecting.

That's wonderful.

I think it's a boy.

She seemed lovely.

They came off decent enough.

Yeah, we know Vic.

When can we see Bobby?

He goes by "Sean" now.

And he doesn't know
about you yet,

but Child Services
will be in touch

to facilitate things.

Will you tell him
that we miss him

and we want to see him?

Why?

Why what?

You came here because
you want

to solve her murder?

Why? To hell with her.

How'd it go?

He's getting
another chance.

But if he so much
as jaywalks during probation,

Judge Haze will lock him up.

So, you want to do
a girls' night soon?

Yeah.

Of course, if you'd rather
go fly a kite,

I'd understand.

Who you been talking to?

Oh, man,
my shadow again.

You caught a break
today, huh?

I don't know.

You did, Sean.

Don't screw it up.

Thank you for your advice.

Her name was Linda Frandsen.

I told you I could give
a heave-ho.

She kidnapped you
when you were two.

Man, you keep trying to shock me
and you keep missing.

I'm just giving you
the straight story.

we found your parents.

What?

Yeah.

Mom and Dad?

I got a bunch
of brothers and sisters, too?

Two brothers.

You know what?

You can have 'em.

They don't want me,
they want you.

You talk to 'em?

They want to meet you.

I bet.

They got to be thrilled
their kid's a juvie delinquent.

Sean, you got a family
waiting for you.

I don't want a family.

You know, I would
have settled

to have one parent
looking out for me.

Here you got two
and you're snubbing it?

I didn't realize
you was such a hothead.

Sean, you can be the kind
of kid they want,

or be a thug.

It's up to you.

Snatching babies, huh, Vic?

What?

Thought you'd work the old
razzle-dazzle on us,

send us
to Dr. Silver

and the trail
would end there.

But it didn't.

I'm sorry.
You fellows are losing me.

It led to your old employers,
the Gordons.

Yeah, where you and Linda
stole a baby.

Come on.

And afterwards,

we're thinking
Linda must have ditched you.

Yeah, that's why you looked
her up, to wipe her out.

I want a lawyer.

We'll get you
a judge and jury, too.

You do that,
'cause I didn't kill her.

Say we're in the jury box
and we're eyeballing Vic here.

We know
he's a kidnapper.

I didn't do that.

You ain't going
to beat that one, Vic.

That'd be
a one-in-a-million shot.

Think about how whupped he was

by this Linda,
so much he swiped
a baby for her.

Did a federal crime
for his lady

and she gives you
the high hat?

I see motive,
real clear.

Oh, yeah.

Who do you think the jury's
going to put the murder on?

I did not do murder.

Okay. Good luck with that.

I didn't!

I only ripped off the kid.

After Linda lost
that other yo-yo's baby,

she come back to me.

I wanted her to stay.

I said I'd do anything.

What'd she say?

"Prove it."

Anyone see you?

I don't know.

Calm down. Calm...
Look at me.

Hand him over.

Give me my boy.

Scoot over, I'll drive.

No, darling,
you got to get back.

Finish your work.

I can't go back.
I'm nervous.

Horse, you're such my baby, too.

You go on.
You be strong for me,

okay?

In a few hours

you'll be seeing us
at the motel.

Go on.

I got back to the motel
that night, she'd cleared out.

Just like that?

She left a note.

Said she's going
to Philly to find
us new haunts.

That she'd send for me.

Meanwhile, I'm supposed
to keep clocking in

over at the Gordon's.

Never got the call, huh?

Weeks turned into years.

Who else knew
she came to Philadelphia?

A few years later,
I told this guy

that'd come around
asking questions
about her.

What guy?

A private investigator.

P.I. say what
he wanted with Linda?

No, I didn't push it.

I was pretty torqued off
by then.

I told him, "Hey, she's
somewhere in Philly."

Vic copped to the kidnapping,

not the murder.

You believe him?

Linda humiliated him
pretty good.

Made a fool
of Ned, too.

Seems like that was kind
of the way

she walked through life.

Got a trail of guys
behind her she duped.

Eventually, one of 'em
didn't sit still for it.

The P.I. who approached Vic
was a weasel

by the name of Isiah Bagley.

Did he say who he worked for?

You're going
to love this.
Dr. Kyle Silver.

Homicide.

Why's a doctor hire a P.I.?

Thought he was glad
she split.

Bagley said he wanted
her found at any cost.

Okay, thanks.

That was your friend Lindsay.

Sean just got picked up
for stealing a car.

My lawyer says
I could get two years.

I heard.

So I'm supposed to sit
in this joint for two years?

You stole a car
and you were drunk.

Three beers.

Drunk driving
can lead to homicide

and homicide leads to jail
for the rest of your life.

So I get it.

You're as full of it
as everyone else.

Sean...

what is it
that you want?

Right now,
to get up out of here.

Say you're out...

the foster homes, too.

Then what?

I'm on the run
and I'm not looking back.

You taking anyone
with you?

A girl?

Nah.

I'm going to meet my woman.

Someone who
doesn't know you.

Make a fresh start.

Yeah.

And me and her are going
to settle down, kick back

and make a lot of love.

Be careful.

Nah,

no jimmies for me.

I want kids.

I'm going to have 13 of them.

What are you going
to do for work?

Whatever. I don't know.

13 mouths to feed
and you don't know?

So not 13.

Maybe just one.

Make it a girl.

So what happens
when your little girl

comes home with a purple foot?

Why would she get a purple foot?

Because it's winter time
and you got no job,

your wife has a new guy

and your daughter's got holes
in her shoes.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- No, answer me,

What are you going to do?

What are you
going to do?

So you're saying I got no right
to want anything in this life?

No, no, no,
you can have it all.

But you're going
to need help.

How do you know what I need?

Because I wanted
everything, too.

But I was too damned
proud to ask for help

for way too long.

Good luck, okay.

I did want to meet my family.

Silver ever call back?

He's here.

Let's do it.

Detective.

Mr. and Mrs. Gordon...

what are you doing here?

We were told Bobby stole a car.

Jeff, use his other name.
Use "Sean."

How serious is this?

Serious.

He violated his probation,
so he's in custody.

Tomorrow morning
he goes before a judge.

Oh, God.

Maybe we go back
to the hotel,

take the boys home.

It might not be the best way
for the boys to meet Sean.

I see.

We'll just wait till this
whole thing blows over.

Mr. and Mrs. Gordon,
this isn't blowing over.

Sean will probably
go to jail

for the next
two years.

What if we showed up
at the hearing,

would the judge
show leniency?

We can't count on that.

For what it's worth
I know it'll be good for Sean
to see you tomorrow.

Excuse us

Doctor...

Uh, you said your wife
almost divorced you, but

the D.C. Superior Court says
you initiated proceedings.

I was the one who filed.
Big deal.

It's not that you filed, Doc.
It's when you filed.

September '89 a month
before Linda was murdered.

Please...

We know how bad
you wanted Linda.

I admitted that.

But here's what I think Doc.

You already had the wife and
kids experience.

So this time you
wanted a little hottie
to go off with,

have a romp all over Europe.

Linda was your girl.
So sexy it was silly.

But when you tracked her down
you find a baby, too.

Bummer

And now she don't want you
anymore, she only wants the kid.

So you damn near take her head
off.

Tough to look at huh?

Yeah.

'Cause she was a decent girl.

Silver, we know you hired a P.I.
to find Linda.

You had Isiah Bagley
on the case for six months.

So don't tell us you never went
to see her again.

Okay I visited Linda.

On October 11, 1989...
that night?

It was somewhat like you said.

I went there to take Linda away
but she didn't want to go.

But I took it in stride.

You just left.

I hopped on a train to
Washington, D.C.

You were travelling by train.

Not a car?
Can you prove that?

I purchased a round trip ticket
from Washington D.C.

Look it up.

We will.

Here's another bummer Doc.

Linda's son could put you
in her house at
the time of the murder.

He remembers
you taking that train.

A three year old remembers
me taking a train.

That's not even worth my calling
a lawyer.

Well it's enough for us to call
a judge to make you submit DNA.

And the hair samples and prints
we got.
That's put you away evidence.

That little boy spent 9 hours
sitting in his mom's blood.

I wanted what I wanted.

She should have just come away
with me.

Kyle...

You gonna invite me in?

Four years. You look so
different, Rebecca!

How did you...?

Rebecca. I like that Linda.
Sexy.

How did you find me?

Well it wasn't easy and it
wasn't cheap.

But the important thing
is I'm here.

What do you want?

What do you think I want?

You!

You had your chance.

But I told you then
it was wrong.
The kids were still in school.

And I told you I wasn't giving
up. Now I have what I wanted.

Yes and that we
need to talk about.

What a good looking boy.

Funny. He doesn't resemble you.

Why don't you just
go back to D.C. Kyle.

I know what you've done.

I know every move you've made
for the last six months.

Walk out of here.

Relax. I'm going to help you.

Sean's the man in my life now.
I don't need anyone else.

Linda if you look at it
you have two choices.

You can come with me
or you can go to prison.

Come with you?
Are you high?

I know how to get
Bobby back home.

Don't call him that.

Nobody's going to know
where he's been, right Bobby?

Don't touch him.

You always did like it dirty.

Let me put my tongue
in your mouth.

Don't talk to me like that.

Why?
You know you love it.

You gotta be kidding.

What are you smiling at?

You.

You are the worst I ever had.

Sorry Bobby I gotta
catch a train.

♪ Close your eyes

♪ Gimme a hand darlin'

♪ Do you feel my
heart beating? ♪

♪ Do you understand?

♪ Do you feel the same?

♪ Am I only dreaming?

♪ Is this burning
an eternal flame? ♪

♪ I believe it's
meant to be darlin'. ♪

♪ I watch you when you
are sleeping. ♪

♪ You belong with me.

♪ Do you feel the same?

♪ Am I only dreaming or is this
burning an eternal flame. ♪

♪ Say my name.

♪ Sun shines
through the rain. ♪

♪ The whole life so lonely and
then come and ease the pain. ♪

♪ I don't want to lose
this feel that, Ohhhhhh ♪

♪ Say my name.
Sun shines through the rain. ♪

♪ The whole life so lonely and
then come and ease the pain. ♪

♪ I don't want to lose
this feeling.
Ohhhhhhhhh eternal flame. ♪

♪ Close your eyes.

♪ Give me your hand.
Do you feel
my heart beating? ♪

♪ Do you understand?