All language subtitles for True.Detective.s03e01.Eng

( music playing )

♪ I got a letter this mornin' ♪

♪ How do you reckon it read? ♪

♪ Said "Hurry, hurry,
the man you love is dead" ♪

♪ I got a letter this mornin' ♪

♪ How do you reckon it read? ♪

♪ Said "Hurry, hurry ♪

♪ The man you love is dead" ♪

♪ Well,
I grabbed up my suitcase ♪

♪ And I took off
down the road ♪

♪ When I got there he was
layin' on the coolin' board ♪

♪ Grabbed up my suitcase ♪

♪ And I took off
down the road ♪

♪ Mmm, when I got there
he was layin' ♪

♪ Layin' on the coolin' board ♪

♪ Mmm, mmm ♪

( wind whistling )

- ( birds chirping )
- ( insects buzzing )

( clicking sound )

Wayne Hays:
Yeah, 'course I remember.

Jim Dobkins:
Not too long ago?

Ten years is nothin'.
I remember everything.

Jim:
Well, we can't know.

I mean,

what you don't remember,

you don't know
you don't remember.

That's some education
in semantics you're givin' me.

Hey, let's skip the deposition

and I can just take notes
on your lecture.

I brought my case file.

Thanks for comin' in, Wayne.
It's good to see you.

- Alan.
- How's the job?

Still there.

No major cases, but...

get more time with
the wife and kids.

That's good, I guess.

I take time off,
inside three days,

my wife tells me,
"Get back to work."

- ( grunts )
- Jim: Well, Detective Hays,

we need you to go back
over the Purcell case.
Cases.

Lookin' to overturn
the conviction, right?

You good with that?

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Why contest it now?
Ten years after the fact?

It's the family doin' it,
I know. But why?

Jim:
You're having memory
problems, right?

What?

Wayne ( on recording ):
You're having memory problems.

Don't whine about it.

Today's May 20th, 2015.

Henry's comin' with
the people from the TV.

You don't like the questions,
or you don't wanna do it,

Henry'll tell 'em
to go screw.

But remember why
you're talkin' to 'em.

Figure out how much they know.

You don't need no surprises
this late in the game.

I'm recordin' this
on the 19th.

Today's the 20th.
Look at your pictures.

Take notes. Remember.

Remember the nightstand
if you... if you need it.

( knocking on door )

- Hey, Dad.
- Hi.

They're all set
when you're ready.

Mm-hmm.

Alan:
I think it's a strong case.

You're paid to think that,
right?

My wife's publishing
a book about it.

Maybe she could help you.

Let's get through this first.

Could you tell us
about November 7th, 1980?

Your timeline of events.

Sure.

( sighs )

November 7th, 1980.

Wayne:
Friday.

I remember it was the day
Steve McQueen died.

Radio:
Pleasure is a thread of pain ♪

♪ When it is undone... ♪

Hey, Dad. Can we ride out
to the playground?

What for?

Ronnie's got a new dog
he's bringing out there.

- Home by 5:30.
- Yes, sir.

♪ I only know I am not free ♪

♪ The nights
when I am sane... ♪

Hey, Dad.
When's Mom coming home?

I don't know.

Hey, watch out for your sister.

Yes, sir.

Home by 5:30, I mean it!

Y'all be back before
the sun goes down,
ya understand?

Both:
Yes, sir!

♪ Just as there may
seem to be ♪

♪ A smile that's
out of place ♪

♪ It only means there is a pain
that hurts too much to face ♪

( clicking )

( dogs barking )

Wayne:
Kids left their house

approximately 4:00 p.m.

This from multiple statements.

Radio:
♪ We sharpen up our teeth ♪

♪ White sugar
he speaks French ♪

Driver:
Come on, let's go!

♪ Memorizing torsos ♪

♪ He's open-throated... ♪

Driver:
Let's go.

- Dude, watch the leather, man.
- Dude, all right.

♪ In the corner... ♪

( clicking )

( firecrackers popping )

( popping continues )

♪ To burn it down ♪

♪ Sugarlight, sugarlight ♪

♪ I can't believe ♪

♪ Swallowing one bulb
after another in the city
of electric light ♪

- ♪ Sugarlight,
sugarlight I-- ♪
- ( shuts off engine )

( clicking )

Alan:
And what were you doing
that evening?

I was with my partner
at the time.

Roland West.

We were doin'
our regular shift.

Following up on
a series of thefts, I believe.

- ( gunshots continue )
- Wayne: Workin' cases.

Roland:
You'll get him next time.

Fate spared its shitty rat life,
and it has no clue.

Another way of sayin'
you're slow on the draw.

Roland:
Steve McQueen died today.

We should do somethin'.

We could go to Miss Minnie's.

Give me a break.
I can't pay for it, man.

It's more honest
than most relationships.

You never bought no Saigon trim
while you was over there?

Guess I'm a romantic.

I'm a feminist.

They want to sell me
a piece of ass,
they got the right.

Shit. You're gonna pay for it
one way or another.

You see yourself
gettin' married, Purple?

No, sir.

I'm not a big enough asshole

to put a woman and children
through that.

Hey.

Don't.

Shh...

Dick!

Foxes are predatory vermin,
son.

Farmers, I was little,

they gave you a dollar,
you kill a fox.

I'll give you a dollar
for lettin' it go.

Let's go ride around.

Listen to some music.

All right.

Maybe we can find somebody
to beat the shit out of.

Boy, that'd be nice.

( baseball game
plays on radio )

( dog barking )

I don't think so.
Let me ask him.

Hey, son? Ronnie?

You seen the Purcell kids?
Will and his sister?

- Were they here?
- No.

No, he says
they haven't been by.

You heard from 'em at all?
Were they supposed to come by?

No. I told him
he could come by to see
the new puppy sometime.

But he didn't say today.

No, Tom, I'm sorry.
He hasn't heard from 'em.

Yeah, he's been here
all afternoon, since school.

All right.

I'll let you know
if I hear anything.

( car engine rumbling )

- ( fireworks whistling )
- ( teens chattering )

- ( laughter )
- ( rock music playing )

♪ Out of my mind
on Saturday night ♪

Boy:
This fuckin' piece of shit.

♪ 1970 rollin' in sight ♪

♪ Radio burnin' up above ♪

♪ Beautiful baby,
feed my love all night ♪

( laughing )

I don't wanna eat
no boar meat, man.

Tracked it for two days.

Had to make
my own muzzle-loader
for the season.

Why'd you kill a boar,
but not a fox?

Well, you eat the boar.

I only had the one shot at him.

If I missed, that was my ass.

Guess I like
a more level playin' field.

Hmm. Except with rats.

You know how many times
rats almost ended civilization?

How many?

I don't know. At least two.

I hate rats.

What about deer? You hunt deer?

Only with a bow.

Never in a stand
and never with bait.

Police Dispatcher:
D-12, over.

D-12, you copy?

( grunts )

D-12 here. Over.

PD in West Finger
called for assist.

Missing persons.

That's 5009 Shoepick Lane.

Copy. We got it.
Be there in ten.

Fifteen.

Shoepick Lane?

Go towards Devil's Den.

You know how to get
to West Finger.

We almost had
a clean night, man.

Turn on the light if you want.

( chatter )

Tom Purcell. Two kids,
William and Julie.
Twelve and ten.

Supposed to be home by 5:30,
never arrived.

Tom:
They not been home
before the sun goes down.

That part I know.

Woman:
Is this setup OK for you?

Uh, yes. This is fine.

So, you caught the case
back in '80.

Uh, yes.

Big full moon that night,

and...

I remember the moon.

And Steve McQueen had died.

Tom:
Will and Julie.

I can't find 'em anywhere.

We need a bunch of people
out here right now.

Need to be on every street,
down in the woods--

All right, Mr. Purcell,
slow down, please.

Take us through what happened,
you could,

so we can know the right thing
to do next.

Went ridin' their bikes.
Around 4:00.

Supposed to be home
by 5:30.

They were supposed
to go by a friend's house.
Kid says he never saw 'em.

Jim:
Never occurred to you
he might be lyin'?

'Course it did.

General rule is,
everybody's lyin'.

Period.

First impression, though, no.

I did not believe
he was fabricatin',
not about this.

"About this."

Yeah. I mean, I didn't...

check around
if he was honest about
his overtime or his height.

( sighs )

What is this, really?

Y'all know something I don't?

Well, we don't know
what you know.

So we can't really
answer that.

I was deposed
when the man's family

tried gettin' the conviction
overturned in '90.

Then worked the case again
when it was reopened.

That's when my wife
published the book.

Wish you could've talked to her.
( chuckles )

I used to think back then...

it was before 'Nam
and after 'Nam.

But more it's...

before the Purcell case
and after.

And it keeps comin' back.

Here we are.

What is it, 2015?

Come back again.

And your wife's book,
which is now, well,

it's considered a classic
of literary nonfiction.

Yeah. Yeah.

She did a good job.

She was a good--

She was a good writer.

Um, good teacher,

good investigator, really.

She was good at lots of things.

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Yeah.

A few years back.

We made plans.
I retired and...

Just got me thinkin'.

( inhales )

Phew.

Those kids. My kids. My wife.

( exhales )

I'm sorry.

Guess I'm just
missin' her today.

Wayne ( age 34 ):
Your wife, Mr. Purcell.

She expected back tonight?

I think.

I don't know.

Any chance the kids
could be with her?

No. No, no chance.

Roland:
Have you talked to her?

Not since this mornin'.

She waitresses
down at The Sawhorse.

She's out with her friends now,
and I can't reach her.

Get the APB out
right away.

I need as many troopers
as Highway can spare.

K-9 trackers.
If State's isn't available,
check with the sheriffs.

We're gonna search
the fields, the woods,
put patrols on every street.

Hi-beams out.
I wanna light all this up.

Tom:
Ain't you gonna call the FBI?

That's what they do on TV.

Takes 72 hours, sir.

We don't know yet if--

We have to wait on that.

You two.
Start canvassing
neighbors.

Ask if they saw the kids,
anything unusual.

Roland:
Any other relatives
the kids might be with?

Tom:
No. No, my parents
are in Shreveport,

and Lucy's passed.

Talk to Ronnie Ball.
Will's friend.

I could take y'all
out to the playground.

OK, sure.

Mind if we look
around the house

while we wait on
the other officers?

They're not in
the fuckin' house.

Roland:
Yes, sir,
but sometimes

might be some kind of clue
where they went,

if they had other plans.

- What? Why would they--
- Wayne: Just sayin', sir.

It's been known
to do some good.

We have to consider
all possibilities.

Yeah.

Whatever.
Do what you want.

- Mr. Purcell--
- Take the house apart,
you want.

Flip on the TV.
Grab yourself a beer.

I'm goin' out
to find my kids.

I know you want
to do that, sir,

but I promise,
we're getting that handled.

We need you nearby,
answering questions

or if somebody calls.

Oh.

You promise.

Huh?

Yes, sir.

Can you take us
through the house?

Please?

That's Will's room...

that's Julie's.

That one you and your wife's?

My wife's.

Well, go on.
Knock yourself out.

Roland:
Think his wife left him,
took the kids?

I mean, they ain't together.

Think you're right.

I hope you're right.

Expect she'll call
by the mornin'
if that's the case.

Wayne ( age 44 ):
In fact, our first thought was

the wife had taken off
with the kids

and hadn't told the guy.

The marriage
wasn't in a good place.

Jim:
When'd you drop
that theory?

About two minutes later.

- Lucy: What the fuck
is goin on, Tom?
- Tom: Let me talk to you.

Tom:
Listen. Come here, god damn it!

Lucy:
What happened?
( breathing heavily )

What did you do?
What did you do?!

Me? Me? You're their fuckin'
mother, where were you?
Where were you?!

I am entitled to a life!
All you had to do
was watch 'em!

I let them ride bikes
like we done a million times.

Maybe if you were home
and not out lookin' for dick!

Wayne:
Mrs. Purcell.

I'm Wayne Hays.

This is Roland West.

State Police detectives.

We put an APB on your kids,
we got men comin'
to search now.

Can you think of anywhere
they might have gone?

Friends or relations?

No. W-We don't have
any relat--

relatives close or nearby.

I don't-- I don't understand.

What happened?

You dumbass!
You piece of shit!

- You slut! You slut!
- You stupid piece of shit!

Hey!

You been drinkin' tonight,
Mrs. Purcell?

What?

So? It's not
against the law.

- I'm entitled to a life.
- Of course you are.

But you two gettin' mad
isn't helping anything
right now.

Need to work together,
with us.

OK? For the kids.

God damn it, he's so stupid.

Everything you touch
turns to shit.

You been runnin' me down.
You been runnin' me down
for ten years.

Hey! Why don't we get
some coffee goin',
all right?

Everybody just calm down.

I'll make the coffee.

Kids headed west
down the street

goin' to a playground
near the school.

I want three two-man teams
goin' through these fields

between the main roads.

( police radio chatter )

Roland:
Everybody else

get spotlights up and down
each one of these streets--

here, here, and here.

Y'all start canvassing...

Roland:
We're waitin' on dogs,

but let's get goin'.

Officer:
Yes, sir.

I ain't never seen these before.

You sure?

No judgement.

I read it myself.

Yeah. So do I.

But these are old,
and I never seen 'em.

He had these?

It's not unusual.

No. ( mutters )

Y'all find anything else?

No, sir.

If we could ask their mother...
maybe she could tell us

they have any clothes missin'
or not.

Might point us
if they run off.

No, I don't think
she's in shape for that.

And they didn't run off.
I'm tellin' you.

Roland:
Yes, sir.

But it needs doin'.

Save us time.

Woman:
I didn't see the children.

But I saw some older boys,
teenagers,

in a purple Volkswagen bug.

I wasn't home
until after 7:00.

Woman 2:
I saw the two kids

riding out toward the park.

But I didn't see
any teenagers.

But I know they hang around
at Devil's Den.

I hear things...
about what they do
out there.

Teenage Girl:
Yeah, sometimes, like,

out by the ranger tower
at the edge of the park,

people hang out,
listen to music.

That Volkswagen is
Freddy Burns's, I think.

I seen that "Trash Man" fella.
I don't know his name.

Rides around town
in a go-cart,

pickin' through garbage.

Everybody knows him.

Patty! What's that
"Trash Man" guy's name?

His last name's Woodard,
I think.

I saw him ridin' around
when I was lookin' for the kids.

He drives a go-cart
and tows this little trailer.

He picks up trash and sells it
at the scrapyard, I guess.

Been around for years.

I never liked him.

Goin' through
other people's trash.

Any idea where he lives?

We're sorry for
the personal nature
of these questions, but...

we need to know
everything we can.

How long you folks
been sleepin' separate?

- Few months.
- About six months.

- Since beginning of summer.
- Hasn't been that long.

Yeah, it has.
Dan left last May,

then I took the couch.

- Dan?
- He's my cousin.

Stayed with us a few weeks
last spring.

He's like an uncle
to the kids.

And what's his last name?

O'Brien.
Same as mine...
used to be.

Where's he live?

He's up in Springfield,
Missouri.

But he hasn't seen the family
in a long time.

- He stayed there on the couch?
- No, he stayed in Will's room,

Will was on the couch.

Would you write down
his contact info?

Phone number
and address.

What for? Been gone since May.

Just have to check out
anything we can.

Sometimes, there's tension
between the parents, or...

fightin' and whatnot,

kids'll make like to run away.

They didn't run away,
god damn it.

Why don't you go find
that "Trash Man" bastard

and ask him some questions.

- Did you talk to Ronnie Ball?
- Roland: We did.

Hadn't seen Will
since school.

Parents said
he'd been home
since 3:00.

- ( Lucy sobs )
- Tom: But they didn't run off.

( Lucy continues crying )

Wayne ( age 70 ):
Everybody went home
to wait for daylight.

I didn't go to sleep
that first night.

I stayed out,
trying to find a trail.

I was a tracker, you see.

( insects chirring )

( clanks )

Wayne ( age 70 ):
I should stop.

Do I need to stop?

No, uh, we're OK.

Sorry about that.

Please continue,
Mr. Hays.

Uh...

had maybe 15 guys
out that first night.

They went home
after a few hours.

Day would give us better odds.

Get the news to help.

Female Newscaster:
Two children are missing

from a West Finger
neighborhood.

Will and Julie Purcell
were last seen

riding their bicycles west
on Turpin Road,

not far from
Devil's Den State Park,

around 4:00
yesterday afternoon.

Police are calling on
volunteers to aid in the search

and are asking all residents
to keep an eye out

and report anything unusual
they might have noticed

or believe might be relevant
to the case.

The brother and sister
are 12 and 10,

and attend the West Finger
school system.

Woman:
"Tell me a story.

In this century,
and moment, of mania.

Tell me a story.

Make it a story
of great distances,
and starlight.

The name of the story
will be Time,

but you must not
pronounce its name.

Tell me a story
of deep delight."

What do you think
Warren means by that?

Why mustn't you say
the name of the story?

Anybody?

- Riley?
- ( soft knock on door )

I teach English,
eighth through twelfth grade.

Will's a student
of mine, too.

Roland:
Do you got a boy
in your class right now,

a senior,
named Freddy Burns?

Yes. He's here today.

We'd like
to speak with him.

OK.

What are you studying?

The quote.

Uh, it's a poem
we're discussing.

Huh.

( opens door )

( door closes )

What?

"What?"

Freddy:
We were just hanging out,
ya know?

Go down to the ranger tower,
mess around.

What time was that?

Um, maybe 4:30, 4:45
we got there, I think.

And that was you...

Ryan Peters,
and this Lampanella boy?

Anybody drinkin'?

No, sir.

See on the news
this mornin'...

about those missing kids?

These two.
You recognize 'em?

Yeah, I seen 'em around.

I think we saw 'em.

You saw 'em.

Ridin' their bikes.

Yesterday. We passed 'em
when we were drivin'.

What time was that?

Maybe 4:15?
Before we got to the park.

You saw 'em riding their bikes
in the neighborhood?

Yes, sir.

Just the once?
You didn't see 'em again?

- No, sir.
- And they weren't out
at the tower?

No. No, sir.

What time y'all
leave the park?

It was about 9:00,
I think. A little after.

Let me ask you.

What's up with this?

I-I mean, it's--

it's just a band.

Black Sabbath, huh?

What's a Black Sabbath?

It's a satanic mass.

Is that true?
It's satanic?

I think it's just their name.

( exhales )

You see either
of these children
yesterday?

- Um...
- What?

Yeah. Yea--

I mean, yes, sir. I--

They were--
They were out playin'
in-- in the park.

You saw 'em in the park?

Were they up at the tower
when y'all hangin' out?

No. I--

I mean,
I-I don't think so.

But you don't know.

I don't know all the kids
that were playin' out there,
ya know?

There were other kids
out there?

Yeah.
They weren't with us, um--

There were a couple kids
playin' with firecrackers

and younger kids
just runnin' around.

We didn't talk to 'em.

You know any of their names?

No.

Wayne:
Anything you can tell me

about Will?

His friends? Family?

Any sense
you might've had?

He's a good student.

Quiet, polite in homeroom.

He's very advanced in English.

As far as home,
I don't really know.

I don't know either
of his parents.

But he's a nice boy.

He has a sensitivity.

You always worry a bit
about the sensitive ones.

Hmm.

There's a few
of the older boys here,

you know, they make it hard
on the others.

But I never saw Will
getting any trouble.

I just...

well, I don't think
he got noticed much.

How long
you been teachin'?

- About six years.
- All at West Finger?

Yes, sir.

Hey, you say "sir,"
I start lookin' for my boss.

No, I'm sorry.

Just, you know. Police.

How is it here?

You know.

It's fine.

It's good, really,
for what it is.

I hear something
now and then.

They're all poor around here.
That's the main thing.

What you hear
now and then?

You know...

a word in the hallway
or something.

They're careful around me.

( grunts,
clears throat )

What about these boys, um,

Freddy Burns, Ryan Peters,
and Jason Lampanella?

I don't know.

They're kinda
their own little group.

They posture a lot,

but I'd say
they're mostly outcasts.

Tough attitudes,

can't talk to girls--
that kind of thing.

And Will's good in English?

Reads at a twelfth grade level,

writes very well,

pays attention in class.

He's a bit shy
about speaking up.

And, um...

you from this area?

Fayetteville.

Still live there.

So do I.

Nice place.

Yep.

All right, um...
( clears throat )

thanks very much,
Miss Reardon.

Well, now you have me
looking for my mother.

Yeah, OK.

I'm Wayne.

Amelia.

OK.

Think you'll find
those children?

I've got hope.

I'll let you know
if there's anything else.

Please do.

Anything at all.

Do you have a number?

- I'll be in touch.
- Good.

Think they're lyin'?

I mean, they're lyin', but...

think it's just regular
teenage lyin',

or somethin' else?

I don't know.

The one, Burns,
lied about the beer.

- There's lots of reasons
to do that.
- Mm-hmm.

Put a couple guys
tailin' Burns and Peters.

Hit this address up
for the trash can guy, Woodard.

Come back on the teenagers,
we need to.

What about that teacher?

You gonna
come back on her?

Uh-huh.

Wayne ( age 70 ):
After the school,

we, uh...

checked out that guy
people called "Trash Man."

Brett Woodard.

Used to ride around
in his go-cart

collectin' garbage.

He wasn't home.

Checked around his place,
the door was open.

Anyways,

you know what happened
with him.

( dog barking )

( banging on door )

( hinges creak )

Roland:
Think the backyard was neater.

A lot of guys have trouble,
they come back.

Mm-hmm.

Roland:
I heard one of
my old rodeo buddies

is on the street
in Shreveport.

There's another buddy
went to prison in Oklahoma.

Killed a dude
in a bar fight.

You know guys
like that?

Couple.

Put an APB
on this guy.

( hinges creak )

I'm ready to go now.

I don't want to be here.

- I need to stop for today.
- Filmmaker: Oh.

Um, well, we didn't really
get into the questions.

I understand if it's difficult
to discuss Mr. Woodard--

Not today.

I'm sorry.

- You all right, Pop?
- I think. I don't know.

- Can you get 'em out of here?
- Yeah, sure.

Roland:
Wanna thank the volunteers
came out with us today.

- It's a tough thing.
- ( dog barking )

- Man: Check this spot.
- ( barking continues )

Get those fuckin' dogs
away from me.

- ( dog whines )
- Man: OK.

What's your partner doin'?

He's got his own thing.

Well, how's
that help us?

Man was a LRRP in 'Nam.
You know what that is?

Long range reconnaissance.

Drop 'em in the jungle alone,

come out two
or three weeks later

with scalps.

He's like a pathfinder.

Tracks wild boar for fun.

He wanna look alone,
I'm OK with it.

( insects chirring )

( grunts )

( bird and insect sounds )

( camera clicks )

( panting softly )

( camera clicks )

( panting )

( camera clicks )

( softly ) Shit.

( breathing heavily )

( static )

Roland?

Roland: Copy.

I found the boy.

Amelia:
"What is love?

One name for it is Knowledge."

- Henry: Dad?
- ( knocks on door )

Crew cleared out.

They're gone.

Pop?

( search party chatter )

There's another one
of them dolls,

further back.

Right where the trail
got sketchy.

Bag 'em all.

OK.

Leadin' me.

Like a marker or somethin'.

Kid's head looked injured.

Did a little tunnel work
over there, you know?

Almost couldn't
go inside.

All right.

There's no sign of the girl.

We have to get back out there
lookin' for her.

OK, man. All right. We will.

Wayne ( age 44 ):
You know what I found.

I don't need to go back over it.

I think I'm done for the day,
unless y'all wanna tell me
what's goin' on.

What's goin' on
is the wrong man
ten years ago.

No shit. But tell me why.

OK, I'll give y'all
another 20 minutes
some other time,

and that's how
we'll do this.

Maybe we'll finish up
by next summer.

( slaps paper on desk )

The girl... Julie.

- Alan, I don't--
- What about her?

Her prints went into the system
when they established
the database.

- OK.
- An after-hours burglary
in Sallisaw, Oklahoma.

Two months ago.

A Walgreen's.

Somebody broke
into the pharmacy.

PD worked the store
for fingerprints.

Only one set of prints hit.

Julie Purcell's.

Julie.

- She's alive?
- Apparently.

Jesus Christ.

She's out there.

Where ya goin'?

Back out.

We have to find her.

It's too dark, man.

I don't care.

Male Vocalist:
♪ I, I, I ♪

♪ Woke up this mornin'
with the sundown shining in ♪

♪ I found my broken mind ♪

♪ In a brown paper bag within ♪

♪ Tripped on a cloud,
I fell eight miles high ♪

♪ Tore my mind up
on a jagged sky ♪

♪ Just dropped in ♪

♪ To see what condition ♪

♪ My condition was in ♪

♪ I, I, I ♪

DETECTIVE WAYNE HAYS:
Everybody was scared.
That included us.

-(CLOCK TICKING)
-♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC) ♪

MAN: We're gonna have to have
a curfew for a little while.

You questioned people
during this time, right?

Do you know another way
to do it?

ROLAND WEST:
Vice gave me a dude to look at.

We need you to come
with us, sir.

AMELIA REARDON:
Did you see her get the doll?

There were two ghosts
dressed in big sheets.

I never stopped coming up
with theories about that case.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪