All language subtitles for The.Keepers.S01E03.720p.WEBRip.HEVC.2CH.x265

This is not just a story.

This really happened.

He took me to her body.

I know that I saw her.
I know that I saw her.

And yet...
I've spent a lot of years asking:

"Why don't I have all the pieces?

Why didn't I do anything?"

Knowing she's laying out somewhere.

After Cathy Cesnik died...

he now had me hook, line and sinker.

And now the abuse became worse
than it had ever been.

There's a certain thing
that you do in order to survive,

and that is, you leave it where it's at.

You can't think it,
you can't look at it, you can't...

You can't do anything with it, because...

Except sever it away, put it in a box.

I'm gonna use the word "dissociating"...

as if I had separated out from it.

The guilt...

the fear.

It was like I'd hear the click
of the door.

Everything would stop.

I severed a part of me
that stayed in that school.

And I walked out, dusted my feet,
as I was told to do...

and I buried it.

And it didn't come back up...
until 20-some years later.

I did everything right.

This is the October 1st through 7th
of '71.

Okay.

Uh... yes.

I loved my high school years.

I loved my teachers, I loved my friends.

I had no idea that this stuff was going on
in that building.

No idea.

There was no public information
out there until 1994,

when one Keough student came forward
with allegations of sexual abuse

by Father Maskell
and Maskell being involved in the murder.

I have to confess...

I was one of the people who said,
you know:

"I... I just don't believe all this."

I was there.

I never heard a word, never saw a thing.

We were just oblivious.

There was so much publicity
when she came forward.

There were lots of rumors.

Everybody was wondering who was Jane Doe.

I don't know.
They'll take their time.

Can we get a check on the window?

I think I see movement in the window.

Close the mid-door.

Hurry up. Hurry up.
Hurry up.

Surprise!
Happy anniversary!

Where's Michael?
Where's Michael?

Where's the other half?
Dad's parking the car!

Oh.
What a gentleman.

Mom, go back out
and come in with Dad.

Come on!

Happy anniversary!
Surprise!

Perfect. Okay. Now, sing.

Ooh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
Ooh, baby, baby, it's a bad world

In the '90s,
I would say it was pretty idyllic

in the sense that I always knew

that both my parents really loved me
and were really proud of me.

I loved being their kid, you know.

I had everything I needed
and almost everything I wanted.

We were happy.

My dad worked as a carpenter,
as a contractor,

and my mom was a Eucharistic minister,
so, we were really involved in the church.

Socially, it was...
It was the center of our life.

It was either going to the school
and doing something with the church.

It was church friends, prayer groups,
and the kids would play.

Our understanding was,
is that the strength came from God

and our relationship with each other
through God and the church.

Um...

You know, that was, uh...

It was just understood.

It was...
These were really very... special days.

We used to laugh
and say we were contemplatives

in an ordinary life.

We were walking around
taking care of kids and making ends meet.

But the depth of spiritual growth was...

It was a gift.

Aw!

That's... That's it.
Yeah.

For the saxophone player.

I met Mike
right at the end of my senior year.

He was like the lifesaver
that got thrown in for me.

But for the first nine years
of our marriage,

I would always say to him I liked him

and I thought he should go out
and find somebody

who could really appreciate the love
that he was... bestowing on me.

And he said, "It's okay.
I'll... I'll take what I can get."

Now...

this is the beginning of '92.

I was about 38 years old

and just finishing up
a spiritual directing program.

Mike and I were looking
to buy a new house,

and the real estate agent
happened to be a classmate from Keough.

We were in my dining room

and she was asking
about me going to a reunion.

"You would love it. It...

Everybody gets together. We're gonna
do this different thing this time."

And I was like, "No, I don't...
I don't usually go to the reunions."

And I felt like I was dancing to get
as far away from that topic as possible.

And I didn't understand any of that.

I just knew it was uncomfortable,
I knew I didn't like Keough,

I knew I never went
to any of the reunions,

and she made me look at it.

Like, why?

And I go through a couple days
of feeling like something's not right.

Now, remember... I was a prayerful person.

I had... I have prayer for hour,
hour and a half every day...

and I decided that Lent,
I would do what I did best,

which was take it into prayer...

settle down, and just be still...

and work with it on a prayerful level.

So, I... I quieted down...

and I let myself just kind of be.

And with that came memories.

It was like throwing up,
that's what I would say.

It was like this feeling of standing
before an abyss,

this black hole,
and throwing up these memories.

And at the end of it...

was a memory
that I had always had a part of it...

but not the whole part.

It was Magnus in this confessional.

He asked me what was my name
and could he look at me.

I always remembered that.

I knew it was always Magnus.

Now what I remembered,

he is now looking at me...

and he's asking me questions
about my uncle.

And as he's asking me...

he's masturbating.

And I actually felt relief.

"I can deal with this."

I decided that I was going to go over

and find my yearbook
in my mother's attic...

and I'm going to put a face on this.

And then I could put some closure to it.

And so I pulled out the yearbook.

And when I opened it up,
I saw Magnus' face.

And when I saw Maskell's face
next to him...

all I thought was,
"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh shit."

I wanted it to be the end of everything
that I had to come to terms with.

And instead,
I felt like it was the beginning.

So, in the course of X amount of months

in '92...

I had these memories.

What I was remembering was so horrible.

It was as if a 14-year-old came in
and sat down next to me

and started telling me
what happened to her.

And I was appalled.

I thought for sure I was crazy.

But at the same time,

I was consumed
by what was happening inside of me.

I not only hoped that I was insane,

'cause I would have rather it been that
than this really did happen,

but I was a grown woman
who had a sense of who I was.

And I had my sense
of what was right and wrong,

and I had my sense of why, you know,
you don't let that kind of thing happen.

I had my sense of having children
and I taught them:

"You tell somebody if something happens."

And I, as a grown woman,
was condemning myself

because I'm looking at this girl

and I'm saying the same thing

that I'm sure many of other people
who are hearing this story said.

"Why didn't she tell somebody?"

"How could she let that go on that long?"

"Why didn't...?" You know.

"She must've liked it.

She must have wanted it.

She must have deserved it."

So, at this time I'm still very Catholic,
but I've stopped going to church.

So, I went up to my pastor.

Father Art, he was awesome.

He was really accessible,
and he was young,

and he was, like,
a very down-to-earth priest.

He was just beloved.

We were friends.

So...

I wanted, I guess, in my own way,

because I trusted him as a pastor,
as a priest,

as somebody who knew us...
to tell him what I was remembering.

He proceeded through the course
of a couple visits

to tell me that Magnus had died...

but that Father Maskell
was an active pastor

downtown at Holy Cross.

Art said that he wanted me to talk
to Rick Woy,

who represented the archdiocese.

And at that first meeting with him,
Rick Woy held a manila folder.

And it had...
It didn't look like it had anything in it.

Maybe two pieces of paper,
and he said I was the first

to voice a complaint like this
about Joseph Maskell...

but that he believed me.

He was so personable

and told me
that Maskell was very intelligent,

and that if they didn't have everything
in place,

he would slip right through their fingers.

In 1967, Maskell was moved
from St. Clement's to Keough.

He continued at Keough until '75.

We were told that a new principal came in
and began getting complaints from parents.

She was known
as a no-nonsense sort of nun.

She told him that he had 15 minutes
to pack his things and get out.

Maskell was then assigned

to work at the Catholic Archdiocese
Division of Schools.

The church records are a little vague.
We've been calling them the mystery years.

What was he doing from '75 to '80?

In 1980,
he was pulled from his assignment

working with the Division of Schools.

He was sent to a different parish
called Annunciation.

In 1982, two years later,

he was sent to Holy Cross parish
in Baltimore...

and he was there in '92
when Jane Doe came forward.

I had a second meeting
with Rick Woy.

At this one,
he had the archdiocesan lawyer with him...

Kathy Hoskins.
She suggested that I get a lawyer

in case Joseph Maskell were to sue me
for the things that I was saying.

So, we found a lawyer, Steve Tully,

and the church was paying his fee,
and so, it was a mutual...

They kept saying we were on the same page,
all doing...

You know, just kind of making sure
everything's in place.

Hey, Mom.
Hi. Uh...

Okay, now we're walking
into the kitchen.

Oh, look who it is. Oh, look.

And we got... It's very bright.
Hi, Aunt Jeanie.

Hi, how are you?
Good. How are you?

I'm doing okay. Yeah.
That's very good.

When I started to remember...

Hi.

...no one knows any of this
is going on.

How are you?
Good. How are you?

Fantastic.
That's good."

There were few people
that I allowed in.

Mike...

I was afraid that he would say...

When he would know these things,
that I was a whore and he would leave.

So, I always protected myself that
that was going to happen on some level.

This is so shameful.

I was disgusted with myself.

And I would say to Mike,
"Mike, you know, you leave."

He's like, "They did these things to you.

You did not do them.

I still consider myself the first person
that was with you."

And whatever we were going to do,
we were doing it together.

So, I had the archdiocese say:

"We would like for you
to make a formal statement,"

and that would help them remove him from...
Father Maskell from his church.

I am, at this point,
only remembering these priests

from around April, I believe, of that...
of that year.

So, here, it's September.

And Father Maskell...

I didn't know who the hell he was.

I didn't... I don't know him,
and yet I do know him.

So, every time I went to talk to them...

I had to also deal
with the tremendous fear

that Maskell was gonna be in the room.

It was terror.

And when you feel that terror,
you know that it's true.

You know that no matter what is coming up,
no matter what the thoughts,

no matter what the memory,
you know it's true.

So... I'm trying to do the right thing,

and I'm feeling like... I will take this.

I... You know, I'll take this and I...
And I... I can give them a statement.

So, it was me and Mike
and we met downtown.

And I took these seven memories with me,

thinking that would be the statement,
that they wanted to know

what kind of stuff went on.

I wouldn't wanna talk about these things
with anyone,

much less with a priest across the table
and a lawyer and another lawyer.

But, um...

So, this is one of the memories
that I read

to the archdiocesan representatives.

"Father Maskell had me come to the office
one day when I had free mods.

I was afraid to go in, but I did.

He looked very angry.

He said,
'So, you're here. I knew you'd come.

All you whores are alike.'

He told me I was a bad person,
and it made him so angry

that there were people like me around
that he had to do his part to stop us.

He pulled his penis out

and said God wanted me
to receive the Holy Spirit

and it was flowing through him.

I wanted to throw up. I wanted to run.
I hated being me.

But I was afraid of saying no.

He said when I was done,
'See? That is why God can't help you.

You really like doing bad things.

I need to do a lot of praying for you.'

He walked me to the door.

He said very soft and slow,

'I know you hated that. I'm glad.'

He gave me his blessing and I left."

And they listened to me read these.

And they took their copies.

And he wanted me to point to somebody
in a yearbook.

"We really need someone to corroborate.

You bring us a name of someone else
who had this experience, too,

and we can get him out."

And I said, "I'm living in a hell.

I'm not putting anybody else
through that.

Somebody else wants to come and talk,
they'll come and talk.

I'm not giving you any names
even if I had them."

Maskell was at Holy Cross parish
until 1992.

In October of 1992, after learning
of the allegations from Jane Doe,

the archdioceses told Maskell
that he needed to go to a hospital

named the Institute of Living
in Connecticut.

Institute of Living...

um... clergy...

sexual abuse.

Let's see if we can...

Okay. "'Treating Clergy
Who Sexually Abuse Minors:

A 16-Year Experience
at the Institute of Living,'

by L.M. Lothstein."

When I was
at the Institute of Living,

I directed the Psychology Department.

They asked me if I would help them
to put together

an in-patient program

for the treatment
of impaired and distressed professionals,

including Catholic priests.

And that's how it started.

Typically,
the archdiocese would send a priest,

and they would say
the person's depressed,

the person is having difficulty
in their relationships

with others in the church,
the person was having authority problems.

And at one point,

the guy sitting in front of me,
a priest...

I said, "Well, I understand you're here
for depression.

What's going on?"

And he said, "I'm not here for depression.
I had sex with a 14-year-old.

And I told it to the bishop,
and he sent me here."

He said... He says, "The bishop was afraid
I was gonna be arrested,

and he didn't want news to come out,
so, he sent me here."

I called the bishop and I said:

"I just can't understand
why you would do something like that.

We're not here to protect the diocese
from the embarrassment of his arrest."

This is what happened
over and over and over again.

By about '94, '95,
we confronted this issue.

We basically said,
"We're not gonna accept any more patients

from the Catholic Church
unless you send us the whole file...

and every file you have on the patient...

and tell us the real reason
for why they're coming."

We never got a single referral again.

If the archdiocese had
all these complaints about his behavior,

ethically,
they should have sent Maskell's history

of these known abuse episodes with him.

And we just don't know.

You have to wonder what's going on.

And so, in the course of the next,
I don't know, month and a half or so...

I've now remembered...

not just the abuse
that these two priests had done...

but also there's other adults,
like the police...

and this Brother Bob...
who had also been abusing me.

I could go into my quiet
and the memory would flow.

I couldn't have anyone with me,
because it was a very vulnerable feeling.

I never remembered things
when I was with therapists.

And I was very aware
that I did not want to contaminate

what was coming up.

This is now December 1992.

Any interaction I had

with the representatives
of the archdiocese,

I was being told that... first time
that they had complained about this

and if I could get a corroborating witness
to what I was saying,

they could do something more definite
with him.

It was all back on me.

I was trying still to be
the good little girl

and give them what they wanted.

So, I'm feeling really,
like, I'm gonna give them what I...

What I'm remembering.

December the 9th, 1992...

we had a meeting where I brought names
of other abusers at Keough.

They were very upset with that.

See, they want a name of a girl
who they can go up to and say:

"Did this ever happen to you?"

But I'd give them names of adults
and they say:

"We can't go up to someone and say:

'Well, someone's, you know,
saying that you abused them.'"

Next day we called my lawyer,
Steve Tully's office.

He was, "What do you think you did?
What were you doing the other day?

It was a waste of two hours.
They can't do anything with those names."

Mike... he was infuriated.

He called Steve Tully...

and fired him.

Said,
"We don't need your services anymore."

That night, I called Rick Woy,

and I told him
that Mike had fired Steve Tully...

and that I wondered
if he would meet with me in the sacristy

and we could pray,

because I always found that
I got insight and direction with prayer,

and that maybe we'd be able to figure out
what to do with this.

Rick Woy said to me
he didn't think it was a good idea

and that he suggests I get a lawyer.

And that was devastating.

He now has taken any hope...

that this was still something
that we were on the same page

working together.

So, Mike and I decided to hire
the team of...

Phil Dantes, Jim Maggio
and Beverly Wallace.

I grew up in a very small town
in Kentucky.

And when I was little,

my two best friends came home
and said, "Sister Mary... Whatever.

...says we can't play with you anymore.
You're a heathen. You're not Catholic."

I didn't know what heathen meant.

So, to me,
my view of the Catholic church was just...

They're another church, and...

I didn't see the archdiocese
as this, you know, monumental institution.

Jean, I think, came from a sincere desire

to make them aware of what was going on

and to ensure that this didn't happen
to anybody else.

She was in the process
of recovering memories,

and some days she was able to sit down
and talk and plan,

and some days she just said,
"I... It's not a good day."

But she was trying to put in place
in her life

the things that she needed
to get her through this rough time...

The therapists,
Mike, her husband, her children.

...to support her
to the extent she needed it.

So, then we move into, then,
early 1993.

"Dear Jean:

We need to emphasize again the importance
of corroborating testimony

regarding inappropriate sexual activity.

We understand your reservations
about doing this,

but you also understand
that our hands are tied

in dealing with the priest
unless we have corroboration.

Rick Woy."

And I feel really pressured now

because they're saying
this priest is gonna be back out.

So, I had asked a friend of mine
who had gone to school with me, Maria,

if she would meet with me.

So, we met. She brought a yearbook.

I told her what was happening.

She opened up the yearbook...

and she pointed to...

a picture of Cathy.

"You remember when she, you know,
went missing and she ended up dead."

And the whole time I'm...
Like, I'm just in a fog. I go into a fog,

a spacey place, and it's like "Ahh,"
you know.

And I'm driving home...

and I start to have this feeling...

like I really loved her.

And I'm like, something...

I could feel it.

The next day,
we were having a family meeting.

Everyone was gathering to talk
about how my uncle's abuse impacted

on the whole family.

We were called to a meeting.

And I was completely oblivious
as to what was going on.

I guess all I remember was going in,
you know...

thinking more I was going
to show support

and we were going to give Jeanie
a chance to tell what happened.

We'd go over and spend a weekend

with my aunt and uncle.

As it turned out,
at some points during our visits,

my uncle would take Jean somewhere...

and abuse her.

She had not really been talking very much
with everybody about Maskell.

We weren't really tuned in.
About Keough.

You know, we had heard...
We had heard that there were memories

about Uncle Tom.

That's what the meeting was for.
Right.

We did not talk like that in my family.

Uh, sex was, uh...

I wouldn't say taboo...

but the level of conversation we had
took a completely different twist

during that meeting.

I could feel it. I'm just kind of...
As I go through the evening,

something was coming.
Something was coming.

The whole time, it's like, "Push it down,
push it down, push it down, push it down.

I loved her and I killed her.

I loved her and I killed her.
I killed her. I killed her."

She had to leave the meeting.

And then I could hear her out there.

My sister was like, "What's wrong?"
And I said:

"I killed... I killed Cathy Cesnik."

So, now my family knows that I've
been doing this archdiocesan thing

for six months,

and that I remember these priests.

And so we go back
into the room and she says:

"Okay, the direction of this meeting
is gonna change.

I want you to know
what's been going on with Jeanie.

She's been going to these meetings.
She's been remembering these priests.

And, um...

And now she's remembering
something to do with Sister Cathy Cesnik."

And with that, I fall into my brother Ed.

I didn't know what she was talking about.
"I killed her."

In all honesty, there was just a second
I thought:

"You could not kill somebody."

But the fact that she was saying,
"I killed her..."

You're told something
that is just so hard to fathom.

But nevertheless...

I mean, it was... I believed her.

That was a three-tier meeting to me.

First the initial shock,
then you had this... sex stuff

that, again, we never discussed,

and then you bring murder into it.

And it's like,
"Well... Well, what do you mean, murder?"

You and I were, like...
We became the detectives.

We were going through...
Yeah, in fact...

We were going through microfilm,
going back through all the papers

to figure out what happened.

As you looked more and more
in the newspapers,

then sort of linked up
what she was saying

with what we were reading
in the newspaper...

We thought,
"Well, this makes a lot of sense."

Here it is, a scandal
that was going on over at Keough,

so, Jean confided in this Sister
and then the Sister ends up dead.

And I believed Jeanie.
So I was, like, raring to go.

Let's... Let's get going.

And we all have a dark and light.

We all have this shadow.

The part that comes
into the confessional and says:

"My God,
I just can't believe I did this thing.

And please, please, tell me what to do
so I don't have to have it eat me up."

Maskell was...

He was feeding that.

And beating away that part of me
that went in

knowing I could be forgiven
because I was really a good person.

In my remembering...

This is a very difficult thing
to come to terms with.

You start to feel as if
you're ripping masks off your face...

and looking in a mirror
as you're doing it,

and it's very painful.

Because you're not sure anymore.

Who are you?

It was pretty all-consuming
in our house.

Our life was like these two lives.

Like, there was the outer
"everything's fine" life,

and there was, like, there's a...

There's a bomb going off
inside of my house

and everybody's just trying to survive it.

There's times where we'd come home
and my dad would be running cover.

He'd be like,
"We need to give your mom space."

That was different.

The best way to look at it
is she probably felt she didn't have...

She was raw, you know.

And... And even us coming in and wanting
to spend time with her was just painful.

So, finally,
I invite my sister Cass over

and Mike to sit with me.

Because it's like I need to remember
what I did to her.

So, we sat,
and I allowed myself to get quiet

with the part of me that was remembering
that I killed Cathy Cesnik.

Being taken to her body.

Wiping at her face with all the maggots.

And Maskell saying:

"You see what happens
when you say bad things about people?"

When it was done...

Cassie said,
"So, you were trying to help her,

not hurt her."

It was another beating down
of anything in me

'cause I felt it was my fault.

I had... acknowledged to Cathy
that there was something going on

that was upsetting me.

She said she would take care of it,

and she's lying on the ground
and she's dead.

After I remembered her death...

I went and had a meeting
with the police

to discuss what I remembered and
what details I could give them about it.

I told them about the maggots in her face.

They were, like, "Yeah, right,"

because the time of year,
there would not have been any maggots.

And I didn't feel they believed me then,

and I doubt that there are people
who will believe... now.

Okay.

This one...

is a sword
that would've been carried by...

a supporter of Bonnie Prince Charlie
in the Jacobite Rebellion.

On one side, it's marked 1712.

"Right and prosperity to Scotland."

That would've been prior
to the 1745 rebellion.

So, this sword's been around.

I'd love to know who carried it.

I knew nothing about this case until 1993.

I wonder what...

"With new lead,
police reopen old murder case."

Yeah.

This was our first story on this case.

"Police revived the investigation
this spring

after a former student
at Archbishop Keough High School

approached them with a startling story."

This was the woman
later known as Jane Doe.

And she was the first to bring to light
the possibility or the possible connection

of Father Joseph Maskell
to the death of Sister Catherine Cesnik.

It was a very nebulous story...

because we didn't get a lot
of cooperation.

The police were not pleased.

You know, it forced them into a...

a very extensive investigation
of a case that...

was then already over 20 years old.

The archdiocese was not at all helpful.

They stonewalled us at every turn.

And so, that story occupied us
the next year and a half,

almost exclusively.

Father Maskell...

he was at the Institute of Living
in Connecticut, where they...

He was evaluated for about six months.

Around April of '93,

he came back with this sort of clear bill
from them, if you will,

and they assigned him to St. Augustine's.

Oh, we interviewed Father Maskell
down at St. Augustine Church in Elkridge.

He was wearing a green...

wool golf cardigan.

And of course, he was very urbane,
very charming...

and denied everything.

You know, he said
this was hysterical nonsense.

When they put him back
in a church,

I think it sent a pretty clear message
that they didn't see him as a threat,

which... certainly was 180 degrees
from the way Jean saw him.

I have, at this point...

said a lot of things about this man,
Joseph Maskell.

I have said that I remembered him
taking me to a dead body.

And now he's out in the public
walking around.

I was terrified for my family.

It felt like someone was gonna come
in my back window.

The archdiocese position
was that there was no corroboration.

They did essentially nothing.

But she had such a great support network.

I mean, her big Catholic family
all came behind her.

And we started investigating

and trying to find
if there were any other victims.

We were talking about how
to get names of the alumni.

And since I had gone to Seton...

and Seton and Keough had merged,

I went with Ed to the school.

So, we went over one day...
You'll... You'll love this.

We went to the door. Ding-dong.

Some nun answers the door in the convent.

So, my wife, she says,
"Well, I'm an alumni of Seton,

and I wanna be able
to contact a lot of people

so we can get together
and, like, have a reunion.

And I wondered if you had
any kind of a book

which would have everyone's name
and address."

And she says,
"Oh, yes, but it'll cost you ten bucks."

"That's okay. We'll pay ten bucks."

So, we gave them $10
and they gave us the entire alumni.

And it became a family project for us
because we took...

We made up a little postcard.

If you were alumni from the years
of such and such to such and such,

and if you had any experiences
which you considered to be inappropriate,

call her lawyer.

And it was ever... Just about every sibling
was in my dining room.

And we sat around there
and we just handwrote out

names and addresses,

threw stamps on it, just threw it out.

Probably we sent...
Yeah.

A thousand of them?
We went...

All the little...
All my kids prayed over them

before we took them to the post office
and all. We were on it.

And so, we waited...

to see what the responses would be.

All right. I'll make the dough
and you make the lemon...

All right. Did you wash these?

I scrubbed them really well.
Okay.

And dried them.

I like to bake,
like, probably three times a week,

and I just find that it calms me down.

She was making a pie a day
for a while.

It's cheaper than a shrink, right?

In 1993,
I got an anonymous letter in the mail.

"Do you know of any sexual abuse
that happened at Keough?"

When I read that letter,

I just got so excited.

I... I ran around the yard and,
and... I was so happy.

I called the number
on the anonymous letter

from a phone booth

because I was afraid
to call from my house.

Teresa called with an edge, you know.

Like, "Why do you wanna talk to me
and who the hell are you?

And why should I talk to you?"

"I don't know who you are,
but I sure know a lot about Keough.

And would you tell me
who you're looking at?"

And I said, "Well, why don't you tell me
who you think I'm talking about?"

And she named Maskell.

I said, "I can tell you stuff
you won't believe that that man did."

When I went to high school,
I was a straight-A student.

I always thought I wanted to be a doctor
or a lawyer.

I was a nerd in the ninth grade.

But the latter part of tenth grade,

I would go to coffeehouses at Gibbons.

Cardinal Gibbons
was a Catholic all-boys school

right next to Keough,
and we would go there and listen to music.

I was, like, trying to be a hippie,

and I didn't wanna be
with the nerds anymore, so...

One day,
my mom had gone through my purse

and she found some paraphernalia.

A pot pipe.

My parents, they were hysterical.

They could not be consoled.

So, I went to Father Maskell's office

the morning after my parents
had found that in my purse.

I thought that the priest could help me,
you know?

I said,
"My parents are really, really upset.

Could you please talk to them

and tell them that I'm not going off
the deep end

and that everything will be fine?"

I was crying.

And he got up from his chair
behind his desk.

He said, "I'm not supposed to do this.

I'm not supposed to touch... the students,

but sometimes this is necessary."

And things just got bad to worse
after that with Father Maskell.

I was a very happy kid.

I had a lot,
everything I ever needed with my parents.

But this was the dark side of the world.

Like, a realization
that the world I lived in was not real.

He talked to my parents.

I mean, he smooth-talked them really well.

My father
was a very, very strict Catholic.

He completely was convinced
that Father Maskell was saving me.

Maskell called my father

and told him
that I'd have to see a gynecologist

and that he knew Dr. Christian Richter.

Dr. Richter prescribed douches...

three times a week.

And I nev...
I didn't even know what a douche was.

Maskell said that, "That's okay.
You can do that in my office.

I'll help you."

He'd set up the douche bag
and everything and administer it to me.

Another time,
Maskell told my father and mother

that he thought I was schizophrenic...

and he sent me to a doctor.

He prescribed Thorazine,
which is a very strong, strong drug

used on schizophrenics.

"This is going to help you
release the devils from your brain."

Father Maskell was a police chaplain.

And there was one occasion in 1970,
on Halloween night...

my girlfriend was spending the night.

Maskell had called my parents

and told them that he was gonna
take the girls out for a Halloween...

um, police run.

We rode down some wooded area,
like a lover's lane kind of place.

And there were some young people
with the police shining flashlights,

making them break it up.

And as they went on their way...

Maskell told my friend...
to get out of his car.

And Maskell stood outside of his car
and I was raped by two police officers.

It went on for my junior and senior year.

And I was gonna be something.

I was gonna be somebody.

I wanted to go to law school.

But I ended up getting married

and having children when I was 18, 19.

And my whole life was put on hold.

I mean, you gotta remember
this was many years

before the whole
Spotlight journalist thing in Boston.

And so, once we delved into it

and once we sent out our flyers
and ran an ad...

I think we expected
to get some modest response.

What we got instead
was an overwhelming response.

The P.O. Box filled up.

"I got your letter."

Or "I saw your ad in the paper."

"I think I have some information."

August 13th.
August 15th.

August 25th.
...1993.

To whom it may concern...

I received your letter...
In regards...

In response to your ad...
...your ad in the Sun today...

I'm aware of sexual impropriety
at Archbishop Keough High...

...between '68...
...and 1975.

I can offer the following.

We got probably 40 to 50 people
that contacted us.

And thus began over a year
of interviewing these witnesses,

learning what their stories were.

And everybody that called said,
"We're talking about Father Maskell."

Father Maskell
practiced psychology, according to him...

...about Father Maskell.
Father Maskell called me

into his office
and asked me to sit on his lap.

He rocked me back and forth.
...amnesia

regarding large portions of time...
...I couldn't wait to get out.

Made me uncomfortable.
Had me in tears, made me feel

like I really did have these problems.
I regretted not telling anyone.

It makes me sick
to think about it.

He made me feel confused.

I have information
regarding Father Maskell.

I think what surprised me
in the response

were the consistent threads
that kept showing up.

Anything from inappropriate conversations
to the rapes.

He was very big into examinations.

He was doing pelvic examinations
on these girls in his office,

what he called pregnancy checks.

And he had been involved in...

gynecological care of students.

Also, we heard from more than one person

that there were other people
brought in and...

Who performed sexual acts and raped
on these girls

at the behest of Maskell,

or certainly with his permission
and his presence.

There were police officers,
there were other clergy members,

there were local business owners,

there were politicians
that all were part of this network.

The real screamer
is that, here a family, kids and all,

involved, do this and where's...?

Where's the archdiocese going out
and dusting the troops and saying:

"Hey, was there anything there?"

If we hadn't done that, who knows?
It may not have...

It may not have took off
as much as it did.

People coming forward, you would think
it would give you some sense of...

of... legitimizing what you're saying.

But that all scared me more
because it made it more real.

You know, it's one thing
when you think you're crazy

and you're the only person
that remembers this.

It's easy to think you're crazy.

But it wasn't crazy
if other people had experienced it, too.

And if it wasn't crazy,
then this horrible thing happened to me.

And if this horrible thing happened to me,
oh, my God.

How many other girls were involved?

How many of us are dead?

How many of us are lost in alcohol
or drugs

or in a mental hospital?

What was done to us?

The matter with you, dude?

He just thought I was cute.

Holy Cross Cemetery. Okay.

It just seems like this would have been
the place where you would...

If you were gonna get rid of something,
you would do it back in there.

Maybe this is where it was.

We heard the story
that one day in 1990,

while Maskell was at Holy Cross,
there was a very bizarre episode.

The cemetery caretaker
was Mr. William Storey,

and... Father Maskell suddenly told him
to get a front loader

and dig a hole ten-by-20 feet

in the back abandoned part
of the cemetery.

Maskell started bringing in a pickup truck
full of boxes wrapped in plastic.

They put all these boxes into the ground,

and Maskell told Mr. Storey
to backfill it in and put grass on top.

Nobody knew anything was there.

Well, Mr. Storey was pretty street smart,
it sounded like.

And while Maskell
was getting more documents,

Mr. Storey climbed down into the hole

and opened one of the boxes
and looked at the documents.

Father Maskell fired him
a couple months later.

Right.

And in August of 1994,

when Jane Doe came forward...

Mr. Storey went to a detective
who was off the record.

We've nicknamed him Deep Throat
from the...

from the old Watergate inside source.

Deep Throat says that Mr. Storey told him
the story and said:

"I know...
I don't know what all's down there,

but I know where it's buried."

Deep Throat told us
that we need to be careful for our safety.

That this goes bigger and deeper...

I think he said, "Than we can imagine."

And that he doesn't wanna put himself,
or more importantly, his family, at risk,

by having his name used

or telling us information
that might get us in trouble.

What was in that hole
in the ground?

Deep Throat, he knows what happened.

I've interviewed him half a dozen times...

been to meetings with him...

never seen him say anything
that didn't prove

to be 100 percent accurate.

Why don't you think Deep
Throat would go on the record with anyone?

I believe there's a lot of fear
around this.

I believe people have been threatened.

I believe they have been shown weapons
and told not just...

"This could be very bad for you
if you get deeply into it,"

but, "Your family could pay the price."

I can't...

ask Deep Throat to... confront his anxiety

about the threats
he believes he's received to his family.

But I think...

I think many people wish
that he would come forward

and stand up to the camera
and tell the world.