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-If you ask me, she died
when she gave up her baby.

-Hunter, what are you doing?

-Come on in.

Shut the door.

I found the baby at
the hotel with the victim.

I've got her tagged down at
the morgue as a Jane Doe of 13.

Now it may or may
not be a sex crime,

but we've got to get on it.

-No, I haven't got the kid yet.

The cop's all over her.

I'll do it when I can.

-Not only do you
got my ass in a sling,

you've got juvenile
climbing the walls.

-The hell do you want?

-Want Mary to step away
way from you right now.

-We do this a lot, Frost.

-It's a living.

-Not anymore it isn't.

REPORTER: Was happy to have

the hard fought
campaign behind him.

In Los Angeles, a jubilant
senator Alan Young

held his first news conferences
since his reelection last week.

What about this stand

of yours a new fire arms bill?

Uh, well as you know
we, uh, we've always

maintained the fact
that, uh, something

does have to be done about it.

Addressing the Young
Republicans Convention

in Century City the
presidential hopeful for 1992

sounded like a president.

REPORTER: Can tell us, sir,

what about these rumors
about the vice presidency?

ALAN YOUNG:
Well, uh, at this point

in time they're just
rumors, thank you.

Senetor, how was your trip back?

-Suspect may have
turned south on Wall,

almost took out an bus.

-You partying with
the home boys, Ramos.

-I had a beer.

-He blew a .20.

-Blew a 0.20.

Beer.

-Ass was on fire.

-I was walking.

Fast.

Objective symptoms,

repetitive speech, ataxia.

-Whatever that is,
man, it's, it's hereditary.

Your family tree come
in grams or ounces?

OK.

Take him down to a holding cell.

Well, there's a happy face.

What did you do?

Drive by shooting.

-Anything else in the car
other than the shotgun?

-Half empty bottle of Cuervo,
20 rounds of 12 gauge ammo,

and a Bible.

-OK.

Search is good.

Book him for DUI,
open container,

and assault with intent.

Also, shooting.

Oh, and, uh, give
him his Bible back.

-Hunter, got a
female 187 downtown.

Everyone's on this,
with nobody's rolling.

-We are.

-You are.

I want you to stay here.

We're swamped.

-All in the wrists.

Wrists.

Big Jack, how you doing?

-About time somebody got here.

Good to see.

-You know I thought
you'd retired by now.

-I was a civilian
30 minutes ago.

-And who's this?

-The guy who found the body.

She's in here.

The victim's registered
as Donna Raines.

No ID.

It's a crying shame, isn't it?

-It always is, Jack.

You can come on in.

Sir, come on in.

How is it that you
found the body?

-He's a hotel guest.

He flagged the maid
that got us rolling.

-What were you doing here?

-He's in town on business.

Met the deceased in a bar.

Said he date stood her up and
he got invited up for a cocktail.

-Cocktail, huh?

Wonder how much that cost you.

-A thousand for the drink,
olives were gonna be extra.

I've been eating a
lot of sushi lately.

-Jack.

Jack, Jack, jeez.

So the deceased
gave him the key.

What the hell's that
baby doing here?

Why hasn't someone
called juvenile?

-We did.

About an hour ago.

Wouldn't give us an ETA.

-Yeah.

Oh, boy.

Where'd you find her?

-She was asleep on the
couch when we got here.

No ID on her either.

-How you doing, little one?

Oh, look, do me a favor.

Copy down the number
off the valet parking ticket

in the bedroom and see if
you can run it against any cars

down in the garage.

-Make that 187 call.

I got a black and
white rolling to seal up

till the lab gets here.

-Good.

All right, Jack.

Take her to juvie.

-Thanks, I guess.

Sure.

I could kill an hour or two.

I guess they wouldn't
miss me at my party.

-OK.

I'll take her.

Come on.

Oh, boy.

Come on with me.

Congratulations, Jack.

-Thanks, Rick.

-Thanks, Rick, see you later.

-Look, I don't know.

Oh, he's coming
out with the kid now.

Maybe he was in the other room.

Yeah, I, I, I cleaned
the telephone log.

It's OK.

Yeah.

I, I, know where he's taking it.

Yeah, I'll get the kid.

Don't worry.

-Hunter, what are you doing?

-Come on in.

Shut the door.

Thanks a lot.

Appreciate this.

I found the baby at
the hotel with the victim.

We have an unconfirmed ID on
the dead body as a Donna Raines.

I've got her tagged down at
the morgue as Jane Doe of 13.

Now it may or may
not be a sex crime,

but we've gotta get on it.

, I've got 15 bangers
to book out there.

-Forget the bangers,
we've a murder case here.

-And you have a baby here.

I hope that you're gonna
take her to juvenile.

-Well, uh, well, I did.

But she didn't like it.

Did you?

-I don't blame her, but if the
captain finds out about this,

you're gonna be in trouble.

This child is a
ward of the court.

-Look, I know that.

Remember Leana Curry
from ramparts division?

I contacted her.

She's gonna call juvenile
hall and get someone

to specifically
watch after this child.

In the meantime, she
goes home with me.

Now what we gotta
do is work with SID

to get rolling on
this murder case.

Now, if you see Charlie,
stall him as long as you can.

-How did you learn
how to do that so well?

-Oh, this is the easy part.

That's the hard part.

Come on.

Five card stud.

You wanna play that?

You wanna cut them?

There you go.

Three, five, OK.

What do you got?

Full house?

You got me beat.

Here.

That good?

Want some more?

Here we go.

-No, haven't got the kid yet.

The cop's all over her.

I'll do it when I can.

Look, don't tell me my business.

Don't worry.

This kid isn't gonna be
pointing a finger at nobody.

Right.

Take it to any bank you want.

-Got a match?

-Cute, Jimmy.

Get off my desk.

-Uh, saw the ME report
on your DB last night.

-How'd you do that?

-Guy down in the
morgue was giving

out free tickets
to the boat show.

I went down, got eight,
the report was out.

-So what's the scoop?

-Massive trauma to the
brain, blunt instrument.

Probably the lamp.

-Hands tied, lingerie?

-Hadn't had
intercourse in 48 hours.

-Hmm.

-I'm covering all bets
it's not a sex crime.

-You better start
giving odds on that.

-You think so?

-McCall!

In my office.

-Woah, what'd you do?

Shoot his cat?

-Do not answer I don't know.

Do not answer I don't know
what you're talking about.

I haven't got much time.

Where the hell is that baby?

-Is I'm not sure
a valid response?

-No.

-Oh.

Well, um, the last time I, I
saw it was in the, down the hall

last night.

-In the lab?

Yeah, you're not the
first person I've talked to.

Where is your partner?

-Oh, captain, I don't know
where he is 7:00 in the morning.

But why the sudden
interest in a baby?

-He's still down at that
beach house he rented?

-You want me to try
to reach him for you?

You stay with.

Scott?

You got a kid, don't you?

You got a car seat?

Follow me.

-Busy.

Oh, great timing, Rick.

-Open.

-Well, I see you
talked to McCall.

-Not only have you
got my ass in a sling,

you've got juvenile
climbing the walls,

and two parents ready to
sue everybody from the chief

on down.

-Two parents?

-You will be apologizing
to the Ressells.

They've been
waiting for their kid

since we informed them two
hours ago we had it in custody.

-Their kid?

-Amelia Ressell, age two.

Kidnapped yesterday afternoon.

It kicked in this
morning on the log.

Where is it?

-Well she was asleep, Charlie.

No thanks to you.

-I've spent the morning waltzing
the two parents around, trying

to avoid admitting that we'd
misplaced their two-year-old.

-Here he is.

Look how red Charlie is.

Look how pink his
face and his nose is.

Oh, look at that nose.

Touch his nose.

Wanna touch his red nose?

Yeah.

Say something nice
to the baby, Charlie.

-Hello.

-Hello, good.

-This is nice.

Is that yours?

-Of course it is.

-What are you doing?

-Well, i could not leave
this baby at juvenile.

Looked like Brooklyn in there.

-All right.

I'll make a note to
change the juvenile system

to your standards.

In the meantime,
you take this kid home.

That's the file.

You wear a suit.

By the way, you rent this
place for the whole season?

-Yes, I did.

-The room is all done.

We really tore it up.

It'll take them at
least a day to clean it.

-What'd you find?

-Got some hair,
tissue, more prints

than we know what to do with.

Nothing on the weapon.

I mean, that piece of
brass was wiped clean.

-What about Donna Raines' car?

-Nice car.

-Listen, I'm gonna run
these plates through the DMV.

As soon as I get an
address I'll let you know.

-Okie dokie, boss.

-Is that phone
all right to touch?

-Yeah, we're all done with it.

-Haven't see one of these yet
without some kind of auto dial.

Hello, may I help you?

-Hey, who's speaking, please?

This is Star Answering Service.

Who are you trying to reach?

-Donna Raines.

She's not available.

Would you care to
leave a message?

-Answering service.

- There we go.
- Come on, baby.

Let's go.

Come on.

Oh, boy.

Oh, yeah.

Huh?

Here we go.

-I'm Dave Ressell.

Thank you.

-Mr. Ressell, I'm
Sergeant Hunter.

I'm sorry it took so long,
but, uh, well, here she is.

-My baby.

My baby.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

-Well, you're very welcome.

-Listen, I have a, a photograph
from the coroner's office.

I, uh, it's a little rough.

But can you help me with that?

-Oh my god, Dave.

It's Donna.

-Did Amelia see this happen?

-Well, she was asleep
when we found her.

I, I got the feeling she has
no idea at all what happened.

Uh, what about this?

-That's Donna Rawlings.

It's Amelia's biological mother.

-Rawlings?

-We met her when
she was eight months

pregnant through our
adoption lawyer, Dan.

Dan Michaels.

-Well, what do you
know about her?

-Well, she was young, uh, quiet.

Really didn't seem to wanna
talk much about her past.

Dan seemed to have a
better relationship with her.

-She mainly wanted
to know about us.

Whether we'd provide a
good home for the baby.

-Why take Amelia back?

We didn't get ransom
note or anything.

-I can't answer that for you.

All I do know is she's a beauty.

Hey, you wanna keep those cards?

Huh?

Keep that poker face?

Do you have a phone
number for Dan Michaels?

-Sure.

Come on in.

Law officers of Witcome,
Pierce, and Michael's.

May I help you?

-Well, I think we have
everything under control.

-Good.

Dan.

Sharon.

-Hi.

-How are you?

-I'm OK.

-Listen, I've gotta run to
court and I'll be right back.

-Oh, all right.

Thanks.

-Why don't you go in,
make yourself comfortable.

-OK.

Thanks.

- We'll be talking soon.
- All right.

Have a great trip back
to Washington now.

-Yeah, Mr. Michaels?

-Yes?

-Detective Sergeant Hunter.

-Ah.

-Yeah, called earlier.

-Yes.

-Was that, uh, Senator Young?

-Yes.

-Well, I take it you do more
than just legal adoptions.

No, the senator and I
have been friends for years.

I am 100% into
adoptions these days.

-Well, how's business?

-Financially, fine.

Physically, a
little up and down.

There's a lot of emotions
that come through that door.

, I can well imagine.

Like Donna Rawlings.

-Yeah.

I couldn't believe when I heard.

I have to be in court.

Can we was and talk?

-Sure.

-Last week she
wanted her baby back.

Legally, there was
nothing I could do.

-You know she
kidnapped it, don't you?

-The Ressells called me.

I can't say that
I was surprised.

Wish you could have met the
Donna that came to my office

two years ago.

Why don't you tell me about her?

-Well, she was
recommended by a friend.

She was just a great kid.

We talked.

She filled out and intake
questionnaire, health

information, marital
status, family history.

-Mhmm.

Did she live here
in Los Angeles?

-Yes.

Unwed, seven months pregnant.

She needed someone
to lean on, like most

of the women that
come to my office.

-Well, you know
the father's not listed.

-Legally, that's not required.

She didn't tell me and
I didn't press her for it.

She wanted to give up her
baby, so I just went right to work.

-Doing?

-We interviewed
couples, potential parents

for Donna's baby.

Donna was very picky.

About after about a month
she settled on the Ressells

and they in turn
assumed her medical,

legal, and living expenses.

And when the baby was
born they took her home.

-Do you have any idea at
all who'd want her dead?

-No.

If you ask me, she died
when she gave up her baby.

-Well, Mr. Michaels, thanks.

Appreciate your time.

-Thank you.

If there's ever anything
I could do, call me.

-I will. Good luck in court.

-Thank you.

Hey, how you doing?

-Hi.

We got the ME report
on Donna Raines.

It does not look
like a sex crime.

And the prints we lifted off
the car belong to Mary Ressell.

-Mary?

I just talked to Mary Ressell.

-Maybe you oughtta
go talk to her again.

-Yeah.

Oh, where you going right now?

-I'm gonna go across
town, talk to an answering,

uh, service that Raines used.

You know, chew on them a
little bit, see what comes up.

-OK.

You do that.

Thanks for coming out.

Appreciate it.

-May I help you?

-Hi.

May I see the manager, please?

-Can I help you?

-Yeah.

Sergeant McCall, homicide.

-Business permits
are on the wall.

-Yeah, I can see that.

I'd like to see Donna
Raines' phone log, please.

-You got a warrant?

-Well, I was hoping you
might wanna cooperate.

-Hate to disappoint you, honey.

Confidentiality is one of
our major selling points.

-Could I see the log please?

-Get a warrant.

-OK.

As long as we're going
through the motions

I might as well take a
look at all the phone logs.

You know vice might be
real interested in some of you

more active clients.

Business might
take a real nosedive.

You know what I mean, honey?

-Carol, give her the Raines log.

-Thank you.

-Mary?

Are you all right?

-What the hell do you want?

-Want Mary to step
away from you right now.

-I'm a private cop and I
got a permit for that gun.

-In LA County, you do, buddy.

Come here.

-Barbara?

Why don't you take the
baby for us for a second,

would you please?

Go with the nice.

-Huh, wanna go with
her for a little while?

-There you go.

-OK.

Stay close now.

-Thank you.

-What is happening?

Why, why did he want Amelia?

-Look Mary, we
found your fingerprints

all over Donna
Raines' automobile.

Why don't you
tell us about that?

-I'm sorry.

She called two or
three times last week.

I didn't tell Dave.

She was rambling.

She was, she was
talking crazy about how

she wanted Amelia back.

-Why?

-I don't know.

She wanted her back.

She said, she said
that she'd made

too many mistakes in her life.

She insisted that we meet.

-Did she threaten you?

-No.

I threatened her.

I told her that I would do
anything to protect my child.

I would, sergeant.

But I didn't kill her.

-I know you didn't.

Come on.

Your rap sheet reads
nickel and dime PI

who gets his kicks
grabbing children.

And returning them
to where they belong.

-Oh, really?

Who paid you to
grab Amelia Ressell?

-My client was
the kid's old man.

-Oh, yeah?

-What makes you think that?

Sit down.

-So give me a poly.

I don't care.

It's the truth.

-Yeah.

Convince me, Frost.

-Will you take
these cuffs off first?

-Ain't gonna happen.

-I found $500 in my mailbox,
cash and a phone number.

The guy says his wife grabbed
the kid when he got custody.

-Did you check out his story?

-I don't do a lot of checking.

It, uh, keeps my overhead down.

When I got the kid I was
supposed to, uh, call a number,

arrange a meet,
get another $500.

-That the number?

-Yeah, but it's no good.

I already called it.

It's a pay phone.

-You do this a lot, Frost.

-It's a living.

-Not anymore it isn't.

Don't go away.

Betty, put him in a
holding cell, please.

-What do you got?

-Guy's strung out like a goat.

-Coke?

-Yeah.

-Kind of an expensive
habit for a tin badge PI.

-Yeah.

What do you got
on the phone log?

-Well, there's a lot of
phone calls to a lot of hotels.

Call to the Ressells.

Call to a law office downtown.

-That'd be Michaels.

-Right.

And how about a call
to the unlisted number

of Senator Alan Young?

Senator Young?

-That's right.

-Detective Sergeant
McCall, homicide.

-Yes, of course.

Come on in.

-Thank you.

-Please excuse the house.

-Well, I imagine
it's a little difficult

living in to both
Washington and California.

-Oh, I love both places.

It's toughest on my kids though
with school and their friends.

Uh, please sit down.

They're back in the capital now.

I plan on going back
there myself tomorrow.

-If you don't mind me
saying so, Senator,

you didn't seem
very, uh, surprised

to find a homicide
cop knocking on door.

-I assume you're
here about Donna.

-Well, I'm glad it's you
rather than the reporters.

-How did you know her?

She came to work

for me on my first campaign.

I found her to be
very bright, articulate,

and somebody I
wanted to keep around.

So I moved out here
to our field office.

Couple of years ago
she quit and she, well, I'm

sure you know
what she turned into.

-A political embarrassment?

-Detective, a lot of people
were kicking my name around

for vice president
during the last election.

I have a very big future.

One tiny little spot
on my tie could turn it

around just like that.

-Nice to get the spot out.

-I am not happy to hear about
an extremely astute young woman,

any woman, being
found dead, if that's

what's you're talking about.

-When did you
last speak with her?

-About a week ago
there was a message

on my answering machine.

She wanted to talk.

-Did you speak with her?

-I called her back.

I got in touch with
her answering service.

I never heard from her again.

-She probably never
got the message.

-You do understand my desire
to keep this as quiet as possible?

-And you understand my
desire to solve a murder?

I'll do my best to both.

Thanks for your time.

Mind if I join you?

-How you doing?

-Good.

-Hors d'oeuvre?

-Thank you.

Frost made bail at 5:00.

-I know.

I've been here since 5:01.

-We've got two black and
whites in the neighborhood.

Frost would be
stupid to try anything.

-Yeah, he might
have a friend though.

-Yeah, like the senator
doesn't like spots on his tie.

Amelia!

Oh!

-I'll call for backup.

Amelia!

Oh my god!

Amelia, honey, don't worry.

It's all right. Just
open the door, honey.

Turn the knob.
- Mary?

Honey, just open the door.

Amelia, Amelia.

-What's going on?

-Honey, don't worry.

-It's OK, Mary.

She's fine.

-God, I can't do this anymore.

-She's OK.

-What the hell happened?

-She locked herself
in the bathroom.

Had to break the
window to get her out.

I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm still shaking.

-Better call in a code four.

-Yeah, I guess so.

Sorry, guys.

False alarm.

Everything's all right.

Code four.

-There's only so much
we could do, you know.

-Oh, I do know that.

I just wanna make
sure that whoever's

out there doesn't need more.

-You're talking about a
US senator and his aide.

-Donna Rawlings
left Nashville in 1984.

A year later she's
working for Young.

Now that's not a
lot of experience

to be an aide to a US senator.

-That's how you get
experience, by being an aide.

-I know, but she must
have gotten an awful lot of it

because a year
after that he's running

the senator's California office.

If that's not fast enough,
a few months after that,

she has a baby.

She puts it up for adoption.

She starts driving
at $30,000 car

and rolling around
in $500 hotel suites.

-Sounds like blackmail.

-Sure does.

-Well, I'll tell what.

You guy's got a murder weapon
that's been wiped clean and not

enough physical
evidence to fill a Dixie cup.

You better have
one hell of a motive.

-How about the
fact that the Senator

may be the father to the baby?

-Only two people
know that for sure.

One of them's
dead and the other's

smart enough to
keep his mouth shut.

-Jimmy,

-Am I on?

-Yeah.

-OK.

If Young fathered
the baby we can

get undeniable proof
from a blood test.

-What does that give us?

-How about a motive for murder?

-How will we prove it?

-Genetic fingerprinting
compares protein

from one source with another.

-What source?

-DNA.

Yours is as different as mine.

-I hope so.

-Hey, I hear you know
coach John Robinson.

-Jimmy, not now.

-Your children should have
similar leukocyte antigen.

-I don't have any children.

-Would do give me
some ram tickets?

-Not in your life time.

-Look, I said I'd
cooperate with you,

but this is beginning to
sound like bad friction.

-Well, I like that bad fiction.

-Sergeant, I don't think
you quite understand.

Look, my time is very limited.

I suggest that if you
want a blood sample,

that you get yourself
a warrant and you

make an appointment to see me.

-Take the sample.

-This isn't necessary.

-Well, we think it is.

-Does this mean if I'm the
father then I'm a murderer?

-You tell me.

Thanks, Eddie.

-Donna was a page in
chambers when we first met.

My family was back
in California back then.

We worked together.

We became very close
and eventually had an affair.

It ended.

She got pregnant.

I'm the father of the child.

-When did she start
blackmailing you?

-Blackmail?

Yeah, yeah, I guess
that's what you could call it.

Gave her $20,000 in
cash if she would get rid of,

give up the baby and keep quiet.

-And she wanted more
after the baby was placed?

-I sent her over $100,000
in cash to P.O. Box

number over the
last couple of years.

And I would have
kept on doing it.

-I suggest you stay in town
for a little while, Senator.

-Sergeant, I'm booked on a,
uh, flight to Washington tonight.

-Yeah, well you might be
booked for murder before then.

As soon as I get a
confirmation on the blood

I'll get a warrant.

-Fine, let's back
up for a second.

You know, something's
not right here, McCall.

What?

-Why would Donna blow
a perfectly good scam?

-She wanted her baby.

-Oh, no.

She didn't.

She left the baby
in the room when

she went down to
pick up a $1,000 drink.

-Oh, I don't know.

She was messed up or something.

-Granted, but why would the
senator now go after the kid

after Donna was dead?

I mean, he's a political figure.

It just doesn't make any sense.

-You have a point.

So what are you going to do?

-I got a lead on P.O.
Box across town.

I'm gonna go check it out.

I'll call you later.

-So what do you got?

-I hate wrapping
this stupid package.

We used to just send it.

Well, after I wrap
them and send it

someone, to have to unwrap it.

Stupid.

-Yeah, I can well imagine.

Tell me about Donna Raines now.

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

She, uh, she's had a mailbox
here for about two years.

Gets a letter or two a week.

-When was the last time she
came in to pick up her mail?

-She's never come here.

362 days a year I'm here.

Christmas, New Years,
my birthday, closed.

She's never come.

Stupid, huh?

-Extremely.

How does she get her mail then?

-Oh, some big guy comes
here and picks it up for her.

And he'd always spit tobacco
juice on, on my side wall.

-This guy wouldn't be
about six foot tall, would he?

-Yeah.

-About 230 pounds?

-Yeah.

Uh, blue eyes.

Kind of gray and black hair.

-And stupid?

-You know him too.

-You keep pushing it,
I'm suing for harassment.

-Shut up, stupid.

-Hunter, I gotta talk to you.

-Rodriguez, watch him.

-The protein from Young does
not match the protein in Amelia.

Scientifically the chances
are 935 billion to one

that Young's not the father.

-Are you kidding?

-No.

This guy's triple
checked everything.

Genetically, Young
and Amelia don't match.

-Well, that means the Senator's
been set up all these years,

doesn't it?

-Come on.

Book me.

I'll be outta here in and hour.

-Do you this guy's stupid
enough to pull it off by himself?

-Michaels, I don't care how
busy of a lawyer you are.

We gotta talk.

-I don't like you
coming to my office.

-I thought you'd wanna know.

They're moving fast.

There's no way they can
link me with any of this.

-I'm not taking a
fall for you, Michaels.

-Look, all you did was pick
up some money in a P.O. box.

They don't know who for.

Why not Donna?

-They wanna nail me as
an accessory to murder.

-Al, you weren't even there.

-They'll do it.

This cop is nuts.

-Look, don't start
losing it now, Frost.

-I'm telling you what I know.

-Oh no you're not.

-As long as Young thinks
he's the father of that kid

we have him.

There's more than money in it.

We're inside Washington.

-I can't get to the kid.

-Well, you'd better.

Otherwise this
little habit of yours

is just gonna have to go away.

-I'll take my chances.

I'm going to the police.

-What is this?

First Donna, now you?

Pangs of conscience?

-You screwed it, Michaels.

You shouldn't
have told her you'd

hurt the kid if she
didn't keep quiet.

-Frost, if Young ever
found out that I set him up,

we'd both be in
a jail cell so deep

they'd be pumping in daylight.

-What are you gonna
do once we get the kid?

-What do you think I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna find a nice
home for the kid somewhere

where can't find her
and and do a blood test.

-He's gonna find
out sooner or later.

-Dammit, Frost.

Now you have a piece of
this right in the beginning.

-I never signed on for murder.

-Yeah, well, if I
hadn't killed Donna,

Young would have
known what's going on.

-How do you know
he doesn't already?

-Look, find the
kid and he won't!

What is this?

What is this?

You son of bitch!

-Michaels!

Michaels, you're under arrest!

Just relax, Michaels.

You're day is over with.

Well, this pretty much makes
him a dirty dog, doesn't it?

I can't believe you said that.

-Yeah, I know.

-Why did she do it?

Why did she take Amelia?

-Well, as far as
we can tell Donna

was going to the
senator the truth.

Michaels threatened to
harm the child if she did that.

-You know, he was, he was
a savior when we met him.

Finding us a baby, we
didn't think that was possible.

-Well, you know, there are
still some attorneys out there

who are valuable in
the adoption process.

It's just that Michaels
let his greed take over.

-So she, she took the
baby to protect her from him.

-Well, actually Michaels
didn't know that Amelia

was in the other room
when he went to the hotel

to kill Donna.

Thank god.

-Hi, we're home.

-Hi.

-Hi, how was the park?

-Great.

How's everything here?

-It's really over.

-Yeah, I know.

So does Amelia.

-Hi.

Come on, sweetie.

Give me kiss.

-You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna kiss
your bunny's nose.

Can I have a kiss
from Amelia now?