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Previously on Tracker...
I know you think

I pushed Dad off that cliff.

Dad. Russell, what did you do?!

I saw you there.

There was somebody else

in those woods that night.

COLTER:
Mom, if there's something

that you know
about Dad...

Colter, for everyone's sake,

leave it be.

I got one hour
before my next class.

You want to go through this now,
or...?

Mom know about it?
No.

COLTER:
I can't help but think
that there's something

in that box that's connected

to what happened to Dad
the night he died.

("Lonely Street" sung by Patsy
Cline and the Jordanaires plays)

♪ I'm looking for
that lonely street ♪

♪ I've got a sad,
sad tale to tell ♪
(engine idling)

♪ I need a place
to go and weep ♪

♪ Where's this place
I'm here!

♪ Called "Lonely Street?" ♪

(scoffs)

Hello?

Anybody there?

♪ A place where there's... ♪

Cut the crap.

I just want
to see that he's okay.

♪ Dim lights...
(car engine turns off)

The hell?

(insects trilling)

(inhaling vape loudly)

(exhaling)

You made a big mistake,
Billy boy.

(coin clinks onto ground)

Please.

Please. I just want to...
(twig snaps)

(birds singing)

COLTER:
Hey, Randy,

you get anything
on that number that I sent ya?

Oh, yeah. I got it. It's
registered to a David Pearson.

You run him down?

Mm-hmm.

He died in 2003.

Death was ruled
an apparent suicide.

That's the same year
my dad died.

What else you got?
RANDY: Well,

he's a scientist.

Worked at a research facility
in California.

But the weird thing is,
couldn't find any public grants

or any documented funding

for any of his work.

Anything on his previous work?

Noth much of any digital trail,
but what I did find

is that the dude used to live
in Hampton, Virginia

before he moved to California.
Red flag.

Hampton.

Mm-hmm.

Dude gave me straight-up
government vibes, man.

I mean, you know,
Hampton is basically Langley,

or whatever other government
super-secret organization

that can scramble
your eggs good.

Or, look, the guy could've
just been a lazy-ass academic,

hanging out in Hampton.

Just wanted to pick up sticks
and go to Cali. I don't know.

Where'd you get
the number, anyway?

Guy's not missing.

My father.

He had the number hidden
in an old journal.

Just a strange thing to hide,
you know?

It must have meant something
to him.

Yeah. So you want me
to keep digging, huh?
For now.

Yeah.

I'm headed back home
to Echo Ridge for a job.

Velma told me.

It's, uh, the owner
of Little Fork Restaurant?

Oh. You about
to get some home cooking?

I don't know about your mama,
but when I come home,

my mama throws down.

I don't know. It's not really
my mom's speed, you know?

Maybe if I'm lucky,
I get some pancakes.

All right, let me know
if you find out

anything more
on that number, okay?

And please do me a favor.
Keep this between us?

Of course, man. You got it.

(birds singing)

MARY DOVE:
Sit.

Come on. I made pancakes.

Your father did the same thing.

Standing up,
looking out the window.

Pacing. Drove me crazy.

Sorry.

Long drive.
Thank you.

Well, I guess the only way to
get you to come visit is a job.

I wish Dory'd come back
and bring the kids,

you know, see where she's from.

Yeah.
It's probably hard for her,

given what happened here,
you know?

That was a long time ago.

Did the best I could.

You have her number.

You know, you want to talk
to her, you could call her.

Have you seen her recently?

Yeah. Actually, I did.

I was driving through Wyoming,

and we saw each other
for a few minutes, caught up.

Don't ask me about Russell.

You want to know how he's doing,

I have absolutely no idea
what he's up to.

Yeah, nobody does.

Probably for the best.

Just good to have you back.

Actually,
I got to

go meet Angela
at the restaurant here in a bit.
Yeah.

I saw her when I stopped in
at Little Fork.

She was real worried
about her brother Bill, so I...

I gave her your number,
told her what you do.

I hope you don't mind.
No, don't mind at all.

Gives me a chance

to come home, check in on you.

I don't need to be
checked in on, but I'll take it.

Do you have any idea
what happened to Bill?

You know,
maybe he started drinking again.

That rumor spread, and the
whole town's talking about it.

Yeah. Yeah, I know
how this place works.

Well, it's not the same place.

Folks from the city
have started moving in.

Echo Ridge is changing.

Change can be good.

Not this kind.

You know, the sheriff busted
a meth cookhouse

down by the old Sawyer place
last month.

Things used to be...

...I don't know...

simpler here.

Sounds like you and I remember
this place a little differently.

I told Angela
that you'd find him.

Here if you need me,

but you probably know this place
better than anybody.

Yeah.

I got to go meet her.
Thank you for this.

Hey, I'm doing laundry today,

so leave me
whatever you need washed.

Thank you for that,
but I'm fine.

I can do my own laundry.

I know you can.
Doesn't mean I can't help out.

I don't get to do mom things
for you very often.

Just let me have this.

My laundry. Okay, thank you.

I-I appreciate it.
(chuckling)

Mm.

(door opens)

Angela.

Thanks for coming
so fast, Colter.
Yeah.

We've, uh, closed the restaurant
since Bill's been missing.

Little Fork closing.

It's like closing a church
around here-- never happens.

I know it.

Times are changing, I guess.

Come on in.
Yeah.

Place still looks
pretty good.

That's nice of you to say.

Truth is,
we've tried to keep up,

but everything gets
a little older and breaks

a little more
often. Coffee?

Black, please. Thank you.

You got rid of the old jukebox.

Yeah, lost that fight.

But Bill's always doing what
he can to bring in new business.

Hell, we've got an Impossible
Burger on the menu now,

for the new folks in town.
Oh.

We also took out the old
video games in the corner.

I noticed that.

I remember I used to beg my dad
for quarters so I could play.

He used to say
it was brain rot.

Never stopped
your brother Russell.

Hmm-mm.
He used to steal my tips

off the counter to get quarters

and sugar packs
to make his Coke extra sweet.

Probably still does that.

Tell me what happened
the night Bill disappeared.

Anything strange,
out of the ordinary?

My mother mentioned
he might be drinking again.

That's just gossip.

He was still going to meetings

twice a week
in the church basement.

Trust me.

I go with him.

No way Bill fell
off the wagon.

People in this town
like to talk.

Whatever you tell me

is just gonna stay
between the two of us.

What do you think happened?

Bill was obsessing
about this man and a kid

that came through the restaurant
about six months ago.

This kid-- couldn't have
been more than 11 or 12--

poor thing looked a mess.

Did you get a name?
Chris McCain.

Bill found that out after.

He'd been looking
into what happened to him.

Okay. Tell me about that night.

ANGELA:
The guy with him--
nobody'd seen him before.

Got some real creepy vibes
off the way

he was looking around the place,
treating that kid.

You'll eat
when I'm done.

COLTER:
You think he had the kid here
against his will?

He didn't try to run off,

but he had this

broken look to him,

like he was scared of the guy.

(sighs)

I'm going to the can.

Don't talk to anybody.

(indistinct chatter)

(music playing quietly)

You okay, son?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Is that your dad?

You sure everything's okay?

Yes, sir. I'm fine.

(door closes)

That fresh, Pedro?

Right out of the oven.

Oh.

We make the best peach pie

in the whole state.

There.

Look at that.

There you go.

I don't have any money.

Hey, what's that?

No. Come here.
Right there.

Oh. Look at that.

You had a silver dollar
right in your ear.

(laughs)

I know you're a little old
for that one,

but the only
magic trick I know.

(chuckles)
The pie's on the house.

And you keep
the silver dollar.

Thank you, sir.

Son, if you're in any kind
of trouble,

you just tell me, okay?

I didn't order any pie.

I sure ain't paying for it.
No.

No, no charge. That's on me.

So, you live around here?

Mind your own business, old man.

How do you two know each other?

Hmm?
(dish breaking,
customers exclaiming)

BILL:
You all right there, Pedro?

Yeah, all good.

BILL:
Hey, folks,

I'm sorry. Is everybody okay?
(door opens)

(door closes)

ANGELA:
The guy must have drug Chris
out of here fast.

COLTER:
Did you get a name
off a credit card, maybe,

or a-a description of the car?

ANGELA:
Paid with cash.
Never saw his car.

Bill looked for 'em
in the parking lot, but nothing.

Bill searched
chat rooms,

missing children boards,
police, everything.

Finally, he learned

that Chris had been taken
from outside San Francisco.

"Lured away" was how he put it.

(sighs)

And this is the last place
anyone saw him?

Far as we know. Yeah.

Bill blamed himself.

Said he should have
done something.

That's why he kept looking.

Did Bill find anything?

Said he thought he saw the guy.

Here in Echo Ridge?
Yeah. About a week ago.

He even started talking about
hiring a private investigator.

We don't have the money
for that kind of thing.

We had words about it.

And this was two days ago?
Yeah.

I have no idea where he went
after he left here.

I'm gonna do everything I can
to find him.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

(line ringing)

BOBBY: What's good, C?

Randy clue you in?

He did. Bill Weaver. Go on.

Left his work in his truck

a couple of days ago.

Trying to figure out
where he might have gone.

Oh, what's up, Colt?

He make any text messages

or, uh, phone calls
after he left work?

Checking his phone records now.

I don't see anything suspicious.

Can you trace his last location?

Ooh, you know
what you should do?

You should reverse-GPS
off the cell tower.

If you let me cook...

(keyboard keys clicking rapidly)

Okay, I got where he's been
up until his phone went offline.

Sending it to you now.

(text whooshes)

Okay, yeah.
I know where this place is.

There's no cell service
up there.

Thanks, guys.
I got what I needed.

(bird squawking, singing)

(birds singing)

(chainsaw buzzing)

We got company.

No need to do
anything stupid.

Too late.
You walked up on us, brother.

Catching Fed vibes?
Mm-hmm.

You're poaching timber
on federal land. I'm...

I'm not here about that.
I don't care.

I'm out here looking
for Bill Weaver.

He owns the restaurant,
everybody knows him.

(brush rustling)

Drop it, Fitz.
Leave him for me.

I said git!

Colter freaking Shaw.
(laughs)

Oh, how long's it been?
Been too long.

Good to see you, Joe.
Get over here.

What the hell
you doing back in Echo Ridge?

Oh, I'm here
on a job, you know?
Oh.

What's that?
Picking a fight with my crew?

(scoffs)
I had that handled.

Ah, yeah, sure you did.

Well, you're looking good.
Oh, come on.

I'm growing sideways,
and we both know it, jackass.

Come on.
I got coffee at my tent.

You can tell me about this job.

Sounds good.

Sorry about the boys.

Just got a little jumpy with you
walking up on 'em like that.

I get it.
(sighs)

Still poaching, though,
I suppose, huh?
Ah, don't judge.

I know how it is, I do.

Actually, um, you know, my dad
and I used to come up here

and cut firewood
when I was a kid.

Oh, yeah?
He called it...
Uh, what did he say?

"Borrowing
government resources."

(laughs)
That sounds like him.

Yeah. No, we just
take the deadfall.

Ain't nobody gonna miss that.
Yeah.

I see your mom
from time to time.

She doing okay?

Uh... yeah.
You know, she's stubborn,

just doesn't want
to leave Echo Ridge.

Hell, I'm still here.

I ain't going nowhere, either.

Doesn't matter what kind
of riffraff rolls in.

Same thing my mom said.

Yeah, but...

But it's more than that.

What do you mean?

Like when you were here,
if a neighbor needed help,

they'd be a lineup of people
ready to do it.

Now? People just keep
to themselves.

Like they're-they're scared
of each other or something.

It's like at some point,

when we weren't looking,

a darkness seeped in.

Maybe it was always here,

we just weren't
paying attention.

Could be.

Anyway, tell me
about this job.

Yeah, Bill Weaver
has gone missing.

And apparently,
he was obsessed

with finding this kid
who had gone missing,

and his last known location
was right here.

Yeah, he was here
two days ago.

Got into it with
one of my crew.
Wouldn't mind talking to him.

Yeah, you bet. Yeah.
Yeah?

Hey, Pedro?
Yeah, boss.

This is Colter Shaw.

His family's living on the
south ridge for a long time.

He's a friend.
I heard

you got into it with Bill Weaver
the other night. That true?

You can trust him.

Yeah, he came up here wanting
to talk about something

that happened back
when I worked for him.

Was it back when that missing
kid showed up at his restaurant?

Yeah, he came up here
talking crazy

when I wouldn't
return his calls.

So, what did he want from you?

Wanted me to help him.

Got mad when I said
I wasn't gonna get involved.

And why didn't you want
to help him?

Bill said he saw the guy he was
looking for with Ronnie Yates.

Okay.

Need a little context here.

Who-Who's Ronny Yates?

JOE:
Yates runs muscle

and distribution
for a meth operation.

Counties--
they cook up the meth,

they need somebody to push it.

That's Yates.

I hear he's got ties
to the Aryan Brotherhood.

He is a heavy dude.

PEDRO: Told Bill
he was crazy.

I wasn't touching it.

And he, uh, said he'd take care
of it and took off.

And that's the last
you heard from him?

Yeah. Tried calling him
that night.

Straight to voicemail.

So, Bill thought the guy he was
looking for had ties to Yates?

Yeah.
Where is Yates?

JOE:
Whoa. No, no,
no, no, brother.

Yates is not the kind of
guy you just roll up on.

I'll leave your name out of it.
It's best to tell me

where he is if you know.

All right.

You know that old pizza place,
Timberline?

Yates is seeing a girl
that works there.

But I'm telling you, if you go
in there asking questions,

it is not gonna go well.

Depends on how you ask.

(lock chirps)

(sighs)

Ronnie Yates?

Yeah.

You have no idea

what a big mistake
you're making.

I'll take my chances.

Just want to talk.

Well, you got the gun.

Bill Weaver.

What about him?
He come see you?

Lot of people come to see me.
Lot of people disappear

that come see you?
Because he's missing.

Well, that's not my problem.

It will be your problem
if I find out

you have anything to do with it.

I don't.

There's a guy
Bill was looking for.

Took this kid right here.

Is that your thing?

Kidnapping children?

Careful. I ain't into that.

Just slinging meth is all, huh?

Yeah. Do what I got to do.

Why don't you just
give me a name?

Who was Bill looking for?

Stays between you and me.
(exhales)

Murphy. Carl Murphy.

He work for you?
Little bit here and there.

But he's not one of my crew.

What's he do for you?

Sometimes we use him

to freelance loads
down into Bakersfield.

Drives a long-haul.
He's a trucker?

Yeah.

Did you tell him Bill was
asking around about him?

Yeah. Didn't ask what about.

Just the fact that the old man's
running around asking questions.

It's not the sort
of heat that I need.

But if Murphy is
dealing kids...

(scoffs)

...I'm gonna find him myself.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd just stay out of it.

Or what?
Or maybe

I come pay you another visit.

Your call.

♪

(footsteps approaching)

Hey.
Hey.

Just got this. I know it's
getting real cold in here, okay?

You are too sweet
to me. Thank you.
Okay.

But you don't have to take
care of me, okay? I'm good.

Are you really?
Yes.

I'm just looking
into this name Colter gave us,

and he is not so good.
Well,

Colter'll take care of it.
He always does.

You have something else
you want to say?

Hey, Sharf called again, and
he's being really persistent.

Are you gonna
call him back?

Eventually. I'm just,
you know, a little busy

with Elliott recuperating
and work stuff, so...

I get it.
You've been through a lot.

Just know I'm here
if you need anything, okay?

I know. Thank you.
All right.

Sharf can wait.

I just need some space
to think things out.

(phone buzzing)

It's Colter.

Hey.
COLTER: Hey.

You find anything
on this Murphy?

Yeah. I've got his file
pulled up right here.

And?

And I checked
the ViCAP criminal database.

He's a registered sex offender.

So he's not working
for a big trucking company?

Exactly. He's licensed as an
independent commercial driver.

Means he doesn't have to report
his routes to dispatch.

This is a perfect setup
for someone to kidnap a kid

and then disappear before anyone
knows what the hell is going on.

That is so dark.

I looked up some home addresses.

Nothing in Echo Ridge.

Hmm. Any family there?

His father owned property

just outside of Echo Ridge,

but he's been dead six years.

Send me the address.

Got it.

(birds singing)

♪ ♪

(rattling)

(birds singing)

(hinges creak)

♪

(cell camera clicks)

(text whooshes)

(line ringing)

BOBBY:
Hey, C.

Did you get my text?

Yeah. We're looking at them now.

Wish we weren't.
Where'd you get these?

Pictures came
from Murphy's trailer.

Murphy's the guy
Bill was looking for.

We need to run a search
on these kids, man.

I'm already running it.

Damn.

Oh, this is a horror show.

All of them
are hitting.

Some kids are
coming up as runaways,

but mostly it's just

desperate posts of parents

not knowing what happened
to their kid.

And they're
from all over the country.

This Murphy was involved
in some sort

of child trafficking network.

And wasn't working alone.

Any sign of Bill at his place?

No. I think he spooked him.
He took off.

There were definitely
kids here recently.

This is some sort of a...
a stash house.

I think he's trying to ditch
all the kids he has.

I found pills here,

which leads me to believe
he's drugging them to move them.

I need to figure out where.

Okay. How do we find him?

I sent you a photo of a receipt

with a cell phone on it,
can you trace it?

BOBBY:
Uh, looks like a burner.

Give me some time.
I'll find a location.

Thanks, Bobby.

♪

♪ ♪

(siren chirps)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Officer Pickens. Long time.
Sheriff Pickens, now.

Didn't think I'd see you back.

Heard you've been running
around chasing rewards.

Back in town to help Angela.

Well, quite the mess
you found, Shaw.

I got an APB out on Murphy.

(sighs) I think
Bill flushed him out

and that's what got him killed.

Does Angela know yet?

Yeah, I told her.
Tough phone call.

I'll make sure to swing by
and check in on her.

By the looks
of the photos in his trailer,

Murphy was part of
a child trafficking ring.

Yeah. I don't think
he's working alone.

My fear is that he's trying to
off-load these remaining kids,

so we need to move fast.
I got some Feds
coming in.

I'll let you know
when we find something.

Thank you, Sheriff.
Yeah.

(birds singing)

(line ringing)

(ringing)

Hey, Colter.

I found Bill. It's not good.

Is he dead?

Yeah.

Yeah, he stumbled
onto something pretty dark.

Angela's gonna be crushed.

Name Carl Murphy mean
anything to you?

No, doesn't ring a bell. Why?

Found one of Dad's carvings
in his trailer.

You have any idea
how it might've gotten there?

What is this about, Colter?

Just trying to make sense
of what's going on out here.

These people aren't the...
they're not the kind of people

that Dad would've
associated with.

There was a lot about
your father I had no clue about.

I don't want you
leaping to conclusions.

Whatever happened to Bill has
nothing to do with our family.

Yeah.

Were you gonna tell me
about this box

you have in the Airstream?

Dory was holding on to it
and she passed it over to me.

You didn't think

to tell me about it?

I would've if there was
anything to tell.

Right? You went through it,

there's-there's
nothing in there.

It's just a box full of junk.

God, why can't you let this go?

Because there's
something more to it.

Or maybe there's nothing.

(phone beeps)

Sorry, I'm-I'm getting another
call, Mom. I got to go.

Don't-- don't you do this.

It's about the job, Mom,
I got to go.

All right, go.

But when you get back,
we have to have a talk.

(phone beeps)
Yeah, I know.

Bobby, you got a location?

BOBBY:
Got it.

He pulled off at exit 313.

Sending you a location.

(phone chimes)
Got it.

All right, looks like there's
nothing out there

but an old farm.

One way in, one way out.

My guess is I'm gonna
encounter some resistance.

Bro, this is not
the kind of place

you want to go
without backup.

I'll figure something out.
Thanks, Bobby.

♪ ♪

(soft crying nearby)

What'd I tell you about crying?

Ah, that's a good boy.
We're gonna go soon.

Get you some place safe.

Then you can cry
all you want.

Hell, maybe even
your new daddy'll like it.

♪

Thanks for coming.

Said you needed help
catching a pedo.

Didn't have
to ask me twice.

I don't know
what we're gonna find.

Murphy's definitely
in there somewhere.

He's probably not alone.

Okay.

Come on.
I know a back way in.

♪

(footsteps approaching)

(grunting)

(choking)

Holy crap.

Hey.

You didn't learn that
in Echo Ridge.

Tie him up.

(child whimpers nearby)

COLTER: Hey.
It's okay.

You're safe now.
We're here to help.

You here alone?
No, they-they took Paul.

Where did they take Paul?

The barn, I think.

What for?

I don't know.

He's my friend Joe,
he's gonna stay with you.

I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you, buddy.

Call the police.
I'm headed to the barn.

'Kay.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

♪

It's gonna be okay.
The cops are coming.

Okay.

(door closes in distance)

Shh.

(shouts)

(groaning, grunting)

(gunshot)
(man groans)

(heavy thud)

(panting)

See?

Told I wouldn't let
anything happen to you.

I don't want to go.

Shut up. It's gonna be fine.

(Paul sobs)

(grunting)

MURPHY:
Shoot that guy!

(tires screeching)
You okay?

Uh-huh.
COLTER: Police
are on their way.

Get back to the house.

(engine sputters)

(tires screech)

(engine clunking, hissing)

(groans)

(grunts)

(pained groaning)

Ah!

Where are the rest
of the kids you took?

Chris McCain.

Bill was trying to help him,
so you killed him for it.

(groans)

You got a knife?

Yep.

This is my friend Joe.

Every time you don't
answer my question,

he's gonna take a finger.

Where is he?
(yelps)

Cut him.

Okay, okay. Stop. Stop.

Stop.

Ennis, Texas.

That's where the kids get sent.

I'll tell you everything.
Just let me go.

♪ ♪

("We No Who U R" by Nick Cave
& The Bad Seeds playing)

(door creaks open)

(door closes)

So, Bill was right
all along, wasn't he?

Mm-hmm.

The kid, Chris McCain,
they found him.

Found six other kids.

Now they're all back

with their families
because of Bill.

(grunts)

ANGELA:
It would've meant a lot to him.

AGENT:
Clear!

On the ground.

♪ Tree don't care ♪

♪ What the little bird sings ♪

AGENT:
All clear!

♪ We go down with the dew
in the morning light ♪

AGENT 2:
Found them! They're here.

♪ The tree don't know
what the little bird brings ♪

AGENT 2:
You're gonna be okay.

You're safe now.

♪ And we breathe... ♪

Can I make you
something to eat?

One last meal
on the house?

I can't.

Got to take care
of something.

♪ Breathe ♪

♪ It in... ♪

MURPHY: I'll tell you
everything, just let me go.

No, we're not done.

Look at this.

Where'd you get this?

(panting):
I don't know.

Yeah? Look at that.

You think long and hard.
Where'd you get this?

Tell me.

My uncle gave it to me.

Give me a name.

♪ Pleading hands... ♪

Name!

♪ We go down with the dew
in the morning ♪

♪ And we breathe ♪

♪ It in ♪

♪ There is no need to forgive ♪

♪ Breathe ♪

♪ It in ♪

♪ There is no need
to forgive... ♪

(knocking)

Ain't no hour to be knocking
on a man's door.

I'd be within my rights
to shoot you.

Carl Murphy's uncle?

Got nothing to do with him

or any trouble
he got himself into.

I'm not here about that.

How about you give me a name?

Colter Shaw.

Ashton's boy?

Yeah...

I see it.

(sighs) Hell.

Come in.

(TV playing indistinctly)

Have a seat.

(TV shuts off)

You got a question?

Go on. Ask.

Found this
in your nephew's trailer.

Told me
you gave it to him.

My father carved that.

(sets carving on table)

I know.

Did you know him?

I did.

Back in the day.

Your father didn't like people
poking around his business.

And he was smart
as all get-out.

So there's nothing you
could pull over on him.

Well, the county asked me
to run power

up that ridge
your family lived on.

Your father didn't want that.

I was just doing
my job, so...

I gave it right
back to him.

Uh...

I don't know,
maybe he respected that.

(sighs)

We got to talking,
one thing leads to another,

and I helped him install
that wind turbine

so he could have
power off the grid.

I don't remember you.

The turbine, yeah.

He taught me how to check
the leads for rat damage.

Used to give me a dollar
for every one I killed.

Yeah. That was your old man.

He had a lot of ideas,

crazy ones.

We got along okay.

I helped keep the county
off his back.

And one night
we were talking.

I told him I liked these
carvings he was making,

and he threw
one at me.

'Course, it came with
a lecture on wolves...

But that's not
why you're here, is it?

♪ ♪

No, it's not.

The accident.

I've spent most of my life
trying to figure out

what happened that night.

Your father had
a lot of enemies.

My brother said there was
someone else in the woods

that night my father
went over the cliff.

That was you?

It was you in the woods
that night, say it.

Say it.

I was.

You throw my dad off that cliff?

I did.

This have something to do
with the government?

I found a phone number.

Belonged to a scientist
from Langley.

I didn't work for the Feds.

I was just a lineman.

Why?

Because she asked for my help.

Who asked for your help?

Your mother.

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