All language subtitles for The.Imposter.2012.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

I want to get a good picture,

some more pictures.

This is Carey's room, her bed.

This is the birthday girl's
mattress and everything else.

She's even got a TV

in her room.

Ain't she lucky?

That's my sister.

The birthday girl.

Ain't she beautiful?

And here is her brother.

Nick.

The thought of what somebody
could have done to him...

It gives you nightmares.

It really does.

His disappearance
never made the news.

It wasn't news to them,

it was just news to us.

It came to the point where, you know,
you're not gonna find him alive,

but you just want to find
what happened to him.

They called me at work
when I wasn't there

and they wrote a message and said,
"Someone from Spain has Nicholas."

He wants to come home.

My mom called me.

I was at work.

And she says, "Sitting down?"

You're not going to believe this."

Course. It was mysterious,

it was er... exciting,

it was worrisome,

er, it was all mixed
emotions, you know?

Ecstatic.

Bewildered.

You know, Spain!

Isn't that like across the country?

Um, how did he get there?

You want... you have like a
hundred thousand questions

that you want answered immediately.

I felt wonderful,

you know, excited.

You wanna see him, touch
him, you know what I mean?

And you want it all to happen now.

From as long as I remember, I
wanted to be someone else.

Someone who was acceptable.

The most important thing for me and what I
learned very fast was to be convincing.

When the police arrive,

I have immediately to
put into their mind

they have a kid in front
of them, not an adult.

So it was very important
for me to behave like one.

They would see me with... in a
big coat with younger clothes.

And they would see a kid with a
hat, which is very low in the eyes.

They couldn't see my eyes.

I wanted to provoke on
them a sense of guilt...

of being adults and to be close
to a kid which is dead scared.

When you see a kid that, you
know, got nervous reflexes,

that you can't touch them,
you can't approach them,

then you understand, you understand
that something is wrong.

I wasn't the one who was telling
them I've been sexually abused.

I made them ask me
that by my attitude,

by my way of doing things.

They were the one thinking about
it and that gave me power.

I didn't speak much.

It's very hard to read a kid that
doesn't speak a word sometime.

If a cop don't know who a kid
is and where he comes from,

he just can't keep him
in the police station.

And I knew that eventually they would
have to put me into a children's home...

and that's all I wanted.

Nobody ever gave a damn about me

and to know that if I
change my identity

the reward was eventually
to be put in a place

where actually they
really cared about me...

then, hell, yeah. I
mean, I was reborn.

I mean... I was born again.

Nobody ever gave me a childhood,

because to give a kid a childhood
you need to, to love that kid.

I felt like I belonged there.

They didn't know that I
was 23, 23 years old.

I was considered like one of them.

I told him to be home by dinner

and gave him five bucks
to go play basketball,

and... he took off.

He called home, asking
for a ride, er...

which was probably, I don't know,

he's within a couple of
Miles from his house

and his mother works late
and sleeps during the day

and his older brother
Jason answered the phone.

When I woke up Jason was there and said
that he had called and wanted a ride home,

but Jason didn't
want to wake me up,

so told him he had to walk home.

And that's... was the day, the
last time we heard from him.

You spend 24 hours
crying, sick, worried,

then you get mad,
then you get scared,

and then you try to get empowered.
You know, "Ok, what can we do?"

We have to do flyers,
we'll do this, we'll..."

You know, so instead of...

you don't cry, you do
something positive

and try to work towards, I guess,
a solution of finding him.

I thought somebody offered him
a ride, and he got in the car.

I dunno, I think he would have got in a
car with someone that he didn't know.

What are you looking at?

I could see the worry and the
pain they were going through,

so I always said, you know,
"He's out there," you know.

"He'll resurface," you know.

Unfortunately for me, it was one of those
places which is very rare in Spain

where actually they can't stand
having a kid with no identity card,

er, no proof of who he is.

They wanted absolutely to know
who I was, where do I come from,

erm, they needed to know precise.

"If you don't tell us, if
can't prove us who you are,

I'm gonna have you fingerprinted
and your pictures taken."

I couldn't allow that to happen.

I had to find a way out of that.

So the only, only
thing left there was

was 1) go to prison

2) prove to them
that I'm someone.

I said that I was American.

That er... I ran away and I was
willing to contact my family for them

but I wanted to do it myself.

I didn't want my family to receive a phone
call from the police or the persecutor

or the judge in Spain.

I wanted to do it myself.

And I said I would need to be
in the office for the night

because I live in the States.

The States is, you know, the
times is different, it's er...

So erm, you know, just
leave me in the office

and tomorrow you will
have all you need.

In this office nobody
could hear me.

I knew that I could pass myself
for anyone on the phone,

could convince anyone of anything.

So I call the American Police.

County South, Detective Fowler.

The New York Police.

Lieutenant Kojak's office.

Different police
stations in the States.

- Dobie here.
- Who is this, please?

I told them every time that I
was a policeman from Spain

called Jonathan Dorian,

that we had found a kid,

we are sure he's from the
States but we don't know where.

How long ago was this?

He's been maybe missing for a few years,
that someone must be looking for him.

So the police say, well, you know,

we got hundreds of posters of
missing persons on the wall

and we just can't go
through each of them.

But what we can do for you

is to give you the number of the centre
for missing and exploited children

of Arlington, Virginia.

Centre for missing and exploited children.
Lorraine speaking. How may I help you?

Er, we have a kid in a shelter,
certainly is American,

who is about 14, 15 years old

but the problem is we
don't know who he is...

I describe myself.

Every detail I gave was details
that I know that I could handle.

I wanted to be vague enough for her
to look at many different things.

I wanted her to have
many possibilities.

Let me just take a look here.

"I got maybe something," she said.

"Maybe, you know, we got
a kid from San Antonio"

missing since June 131994.

"His name is Nicholas Barclay."

I said, "Could you send me a
fax of what he looks like?"

In my head, I was just a police officer
with, with Nicholas Barclay next to me,

trying to confirm his identity and
like any other policeman would do.

Let's see if it's him.

I thought, let's see if it's him.

I look at it, black and
white picture, old picture.

Well, missing for
three or four years,

guarantee one thing,
there will be a change.

If there is a change,
there will be doubt.

If there is doubt,
then I got a chance.

Something in my head decided I
could do it, that I had to try.

I took the phone and I told
her that this is Nicholas.

We got him, it's him.

It's incredible, it's him.

My mom called me and she says,
"Are you sitting down?"

You're not gonna believe this."

And I said, "What, Mom?" She goes,
"The police department called me

and they think they found
Nicholas in Linares."

So I'm like, "Ok, where
in Texas is Linares?"

Because Texas has a
lot of small towns.

And then she was like, "No, Spain."

I'm like, "Spain?"

Oh, God, how to
explain the emotions.

It's like all these different emotions,
from excitement to bewilderment,

to what do we do?

What's the next step? How do we get
him? When do we get to talk to him?

I knew that after that
they would contact me.

They would try to verify, to call, to
see, to... Is it true? Is it here?

Is it, you know... Carey,
the family and all that.

Well, when I first got, you know,
got a hold of the shelter,

they put me on the phone
with Jonathan Dorian

who said that he worked
for the, a shelter,

and that he was the one who
was talking with Nicholas

and had got the information from
Nicholas on who he really was.

When she called, I said that
Nicholas was seated next to me.

But he was very scared,
he was very traumatised

and he didn't want
to talk to no-one.

He sounded very responsible,
very concerned.

Er, he claims that he has been
abused, that he's been hurt,

that erm... certainly
he's been abducted.

I kind of thought he was like a
social worker type of person.

Um, very reassuring.

She said, "Is he saying anything?"

Is he talking about us?
Does he remember?"

Well, actually, I think he forgot
about everything, you know.

He doesn't remember very much.

He remember you but not very much.

We were told he was held by some kind
of like a sex slave kind of ring,

and that he had escaped from there and
that he was found wandering the streets.

She was heartbroken but at the
same time she was very happy.

I wanted to hear his voice.

No!

Absolutely, there was no way I was going
to talk to her pretending to be Nicholas

because I wasn't Nicholas
and she was his sister,

so er... it would have been a risk,

too big a risk for me,

but I did say a few words.

She said: "Hello, Nicholas.
You hear me, Nicholas?"

Nothing.

"I love you, Nicholas. I want
to take you back home with me."

I'm gonna take you, baby.

"I'm gonna come and get you and..."

And maybe you hear "Love you" or
something like that, you know.

Very far away. It, it...

And then she say: "Was it him?"

I said, "Yeah. He
said 'I love you. "'

Oh. And then she started
crying on the phone.

You start crying, you tell him, "We're going
to come and get you, bring you home."

We'll get there, we're going to bring
you home, and I love you too."

I erm... I washed her brain.

I didn't stop, because I
didn't think of stopping.

I didn't watch myself in the mirror and
say, "What the fuck are you doing?"

Stop that immediately."

I realised that I've
crossed the line.

I wasn't pretending no more to have
another identity. I stole one.

I got a phone call: "Would you
please call a Carey Gibson?"

Well, I was astounded
by what Carey said,

so one of the first
things I said to her was,

when the FBI and the US
State Department assist you

and uh... get you and your brother back
here, I have to interview him immediately.

When the welfare of a minor,

er... is in jeopardy,

our reaction has to be very quick,

er... very responsive.

We have to put ourselves

in the position of the child

or the child's parents
or guardians.

Generally when a child
is missing for years,

either the child is dead
or the child is not found

and to find that child in another
country is extremely rare.

That made it all the
more compelling for us

to make sure that we did
everything right in terms of er...

establishing who he was and
getting him back to his family.

My main concern was
getting him back,

so that my part could start, the
investigation could start...

we could find out what had
happened to this child.

I sent somebody out there
as quickly as possible.

The next day... The next day,
it got beyond my control.

The centre for missing and exploited
children sent me a flyer.

There was the picture of Nicholas
at the time of his disappearance...

And I saw what real Nicholas looked like,
really with colours and everything.

He was very blond, very...

He had blue eyes.

He looked nothing like me!

Nothing!

There's, you know, the only
thing he had in common with me

was that he had five
fingers at each hands.

Then I said, fuck,
let's burn myself.

You know, I burned the flyer.

If I could have burned
the identity that I said

and every word that had been out
of my mouth for the past few days,

I would have burned them too!

When everyone tells me that the
American Embassy is coming

and er... everybody's, you know...

and don't worry, Nicholas,
we're gonna take care of you.

Well, yeah, Ok, you know, I...
I couldn't do nothing.

The only thing I could do

was think of how was going to be the
prison where I was going to be.

I didn't know what to do.

I really didn't know what to do.

When the Vice Consul first
arrived in Linares,

he got to the centre and found
Nicholas Barclay had disappeared.

I said, you've got to find him.

So he essentially, with somebody
from the Linares Centre,

went around looking for him.

Our priority was his safety and to make
sure he was reunited with the family.

I tried to run away like I
would do anywhere else.

Nicholas Barclay?

God didn't want me
to leave this place.

I spoke with the vice consul and asked him
about his interactions with Nicholas.

He reported at the time
that he spoke English,

that he, he was, he was
at least at that moment

convinced that this
was an American.

When I woke up the next
morning, everything was normal.

Then I saw the director
of the shelter that said,

"Well, you know, you must be
happy, your sister is on the way."

So I said, "What do you mean?"

He say, "Well, your sister,
you know, from San Antonio",

she's on the plane, she's
coming to get you."

Fuck, you know. Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I'd never left the country.

I didn't know even
what it entailed.

I knew Mom couldn't
handle the flight.

She can't, she couldn't do it.

I have to do this.

I just gotta go get him and get
him back here where he's safe.

I should have thought of that.

I should have thought
of the consequences.

If you do that,
imagine for a second

that you're the father of a kid that's
been missing for three years, four months,

and that they find him in Columbia,
er... what would you do?

What would be the
first thing you'd do?

I would jump on a fucking plane.

I didn't sleep for two days
before I got on the plane.

Fear, but also anticipation,

cos you want to get
there, get there.

You want to see him, hold him,
smell him, just get there.

You can't prepare to play a role
of a person that you don't know.

I couldn't be Nicholas Barclay because
I didn't know Nicholas Barclay.

I didn't even know at that moment
if he was left or right-handed.

So, er, that was a problem.

I got on the plane
and tried to sleep.

Didn't work.

The director...

This is Nick, mwhah.

He thought he was an adult.

We called him 13 going on 30.

Very difficult to discipline him.

If he made up his mind he
was gonna do something,

pretty much there wasn't
a lot you could do.

Put the lighter down.

He'd run away before for a
night or two, mad at Mom.

"I'm leaving, I'll find
a new mom, a new home.

"Kiss my ass," kind of thing.

And he, you know... would leave
and she would hunt him down

and find out where he is and
he'd show up the next day.

He was not, um, you know, this
perfect nice sweet innocent,

he was a very
street-smart city boy.

- It's nice to meet ya. I am the director.
- In here, Nick.

See, ain't I beautiful?

He had beautiful blond hair.

Kind of looked like,
erm, a little pixie.

He had blond hair and blue eyes and
a bit of a gap between his teeth.

When he smiled, you could see it.

Finally I'm on the ground. "Who,
who, who am I looking for?"

What do they look like?
Are they in suits?

"Oh, damn, you can smoke here.
Thank God!"

The air smelt different.

Erm, it was a lot less
crowded than I thought.

I did everything I could
to give myself a chance.

I bought product to colour
my hair totally blond.

The gentlemen and a
lady approached me,

cos I wasn't sure where to go

and we went straight into a
car and started driving.

On the flyers it said that Nicholas
Barclay had three tattoos.

There was a girl inside the shelter
that did small tattoos just like that.

She was no pro, she was just a kid.

And I asked her to
put those tattoos

that were on the flyers on me.

I was quiet and that's when the
lady started talking to me.

She kept my mind busy with
explaining the countryside to me

the whole way down
there on the drive.

I took big sunglasses, I took a hat,
I took a scarf, I took a glove.

I thought that if she
couldn't see me,

then she wouldn't be able
to say I'm not her brother.

We stopped for a Coca-Cola, which
I thought was really cool.

They had coke there and it was the
anxiety of how long it was taking.

Minutes before she arrived I
was convinced it was finished.

That I was gonna get arrested
and maybe beat up also

because they were not going
to be happy about it.

I remember going into
like a waiting area.

I'm speaking with a couple of people from
the home saying that he was in his room.

He'd been locked in his room all
day. He wouldn't let anyone go in.

Finally when I heard someone
knocking at the door and saying,

"Hey, Nicholas, your
sister is downstairs,

er... she's waiting for
you, she's there..."

I went downstairs and
into like a courtyard.

There were some kids playing
like ball against a wall

and looked up at the
window and told him,

"I'm here, come here. I want to
see you, I want to hold you."

I remember seeing him
look out the window.

I was sure that as soon as
the sister was gonna see me,

she was going to say "What
the fuck is that?" You know.

That's not... that's not Nicholas.

I waited maybe 10 minutes.

I knew I was about
to lose everything.

I knew I couldn't wait no more,

that I couldn't go away,

that I couldn't just disappear,

so I opened the door
and I went down.

It was just this sense
of immense relief.

Just seeing, touching,
kissing, holding him.

I said, "What the hell?" You know.

He's here, we're here, I have him.

She didn't even wait a
second or two seconds.

She jump on me, she jump on me,

she took me in her arms

and she said, "Nicholas, oh, and you
were afraid I wouldn't recognise you."

I would remember that nose."

So I just... I remember touching
his nose and telling him, um,

"I remember that nose, you kind
of look like your Uncle Pat."

She said, "Don't worry," like she always
say, "everything is going to be fine.

Everything is going to be perfect.

"I know it's you."

He was just... just basically
told me he loved me,

and he didn't say a whole lot
until all the people left.

Only God know why she would
do something like that,

but... but I know one thing for
sure is there was no other way.

She came for me and
she wanted me back.

We went to the visit room and she
showed me dozens of pictures.

Pictures, pictures, pictures.

You remember, this was with Mom at
the, at the house we were living in

before you, you went missing.

Remember this was when you
were playing with Scotty.

Remember this was...

And he was like, "Jason looks the same,
Codey's gotten pretty big, huh?"

Mom, God, Mom looks exactly the
same. Has she put on weight?

Wanted to know if Grandpa
was still an asshole,

um, told me how much he loved
Grandma and he missed her.

I remember seeing the tattoo, the
cross between his, you know,

right here on his hand.

I just kept thinking how
much he looks like Uncle Pat

and how mom was going to be
really surprised how tall he was.

She said that he
looked very different,

that he had, you know, grown up...

and erm...

he's very quiet, you
know, kinda held back.

He talked with a funny accent.

But it was always a whisper and very
quiet like he was hiding from something.

I mean, God, look what
he had been through.

He wasn't the same person.

He wasn't the same Nicholas that
disappeared four years before.

He had been held and tortured
and God knows what else.

He wasn't that same person.

The judge in Linares wanted to make sure
that there was in fact some legal basis

for Nicholas claiming to be er...
Carey Gibson's lost brother.

So now the problem was that they had
the sister and the embassy official

that were swearing that
I was Nicholas Barclay

and there was the police
and the prosecutor

and the judge who were
not convinced at all.

The judge insisted on
separate interviews

and part of the evidence that was in those
interviews was a family photo album.

And the judge said, "Listen,
the only way for you to prove"

that you're really Nicholas
is we got pictures here

that you've never seen before.

"I'm gonna show you five of them."

Number one, Ok.

Number two, Ok.

Number three, Ok.

Number four, Ok.

On the five one I made a mistake,

but it was too late.

She was already convinced
I was Nicholas Barclay.

At that point I didn't see how I could
not document him as a US citizen.

I would not have been able to do anything
if Carey didn't show me those pictures.

They took picture of me,
with no hat, with nothing.

Which was, you know,
they saw my eyes.

Erm, the constitution of the United
States. I swear to be a US citizen.

You know, it wasn't
real but I did it.

We didn't do a whole lot of talking
the night before we got on the plane.

Not uncomfortable, just silence, and
it was almost like a peaceful silence.

You know, I could hear him breathing
and I just felt pretty peaceful.

I'd been thinking about running
away even before I met her.

All I got to do was take a taxi cab
and, going to a train station,

buy myself a ticket out of Spain.

I could have done that
in a couple of minutes.

Nothing was stopping me, nothing.

I went down a few
times in the hallway,

always wondering if I was doing
the right thing, the wrong thing.

Should I go, shouldn't I go,
should I go, shouldn't I go?

When I was born, I don't
think there was much love.

My mother was very, very young at the time
and she was, she was only 17 years old,

met er... older man, which
was my father, from Algeria.

My grandfather was a
very racist person

and knowing that the man my mother
spent the night with is an Algerian,

he wanted absolutely my
mother to have an abortion.

Er, to get rid of me
even before I was born.

For him an Arab should be
dealt with a nuclear weapon

and a black man is a monkey.

Before I was born, I definitely
I had the wrong identity.

Er, I already didn't know... I was already
prepared not to know who I really was.

A new identity with a real
passport, an American passport.

I could go to the US,
go to school there.

Live with that family
and just being someone.

And don't have never again to
worry about being identified.

I saw the opportunity.

A woman that could go through so much
to get me with her back in a family

which got kids, which seem
a fam... a loving family,

gotta be some... somebody good,

You know, I had conflicting
rules inside my own head.

Carey want me to be Nicholas
but what about the others?

Are they going to want
me to be Nicholas too?

I didn't understand why he was so...
like, nervous, you know what I mean?

He was like, you know, constantly
moving and to the bathroom,

and watching people,

watching me, he was
always watching me.

She was always looking at me.

I attested it to him
just being scared.

You know, he's going back home

and we don't know
what's happened to him,

how his mind's working.

Um, but he was just...
maybe he was afraid

that, that he wouldn't be recognised
or, or Mom wouldn't love him any more.

I'm gonna get killed.

And I want...

And I say, well, maybe
the plane better crash.

When they said it was time for us to
board, I... nudged Nick and I said,

"You ready? You ready to go home?"
He said, "I'm ready to go home."

"Let's get the fuck out
of here, and go home."

And we got on the plane.

I was really nervous,
anticipation, pretty happy.

You know, we had made it... It was a
family thing, we all went together.

I remember that night,
minute by minute.

It was me, my grandma,

my sister and my dad, I believe.

We all loaded up in my Lincoln

to go get my mom and Nicholas.

It was a wait and see but
everybody was excited, you know.

We didn't know what to expect...

I didn't want to go
out of the plane.

I wanted to wait.

I wanted to prepare myself.

I didn't have no plan. I
didn't have no strategy.

I knew there was no way out.

I could not turn back.

We had no idea what kind of person we
were getting, who was coming back.

I wanted to run and grab and
hold him but he held back.

So I walked down and grabbed his hand and
hugged him and told him I missed him.

He had changed so much.

It was like mind-boggling.

But then I realised, you know,

you tell yourself, well, he's been
through all this horrendous stuff,

so he's absolutely
gonna be different.

I just remember my kids and
my mom and erm, my husband

and just, God, we were so happy.

He was like totally covered up,

so then I got scared, thinking
that this kid's really messed up,

just by his appearance.

He was very quiet and
erm, standoffish.

I never liked people to touch me.

And I can't change that.

So when she put her
hands around me,

she must have felt that I
wasn't enjoying it at all.

I was very cold, very closed.
I didn't speak to people.

As much as I was happy...
I didn't show it.

I had a border in front of me.

I didn't want to screw up.

Of course, it was welcome with open
arms and let's get you home attitude.

Talk about the rest later, you
know, let's just go home.

I just watched him all
the way home in the car

and you could tell he was uneasy.

So we put on a tape, tried to make
him as comfortable as possible.

♪ THE DOOBIE BROTHERS: ♪
♪ Listen To The Music ♪

It was a quiet ride home, you know,

and everybody, you know,
quiet but yet excited.

♪ Don't you feel it ♪
♪ growin', day by day ♪

♪ People gettin' ready for the news ♪

I couldn't keep the smile off my face
at that point in time, honestly.

I just had a grin and
all the way home.

♪ Oh, oh, listen to the music ♪

♪ Oh, oh, listen to the music ♪

It was just a happy
good feeling that...

our long lost Nicholas was home.

I had a family and even more.

I never... I never
dreamed of so much.

I never dreamed to be able to not
only stay in a place where I'm loved

but actually to have a family.

When I woke up in Texas country...

what I saw wasn't exactly
what I expected to see.

The States for me was big city, it was big
buildings and, and people everywhere.

The first thing when you
open your eyes is official,

your name is Nicholas
Patrick Barclay,

that you're born
December 31st 1980,

and that every family member
is calling me Nicholas

and not "Nicholas, but
what is your real name?"

No! Nicholas.

"Ok, we're going to go
shopping, Nicholas."

They drove me around,

and, you know, I knew I had
to recognise something,

so... and I also knew that I couldn't
because I'd never been there before.

Hey, Kirk, how are you doin'?

We met some people that knew
Nicholas before he disappeared.

I told them I didn't remember them, there
was something but I didn't remember them.

Like I had lost my memory,
which is what I told them.

He's traumatised.

That's why he wasn't
remembering anything,

because of all, all of the
things that had happened to him.

I remember a sign.

I saw Nicholas in the picture doing
this with his fingers, you know,

his, his way to say
"hello", you know,

and I did it a few times with them.

When I was there. That was one of
the only things I knew what to do.

I was thinking to myself

that Nicholas Barclay could
come back at his house any day.

That was my first worry.

I was really worried about that.

I couldn't help it. I said,
"Man, what if he show up?"

What if you opened the door
and say, "Hey, I'm back."

You know.

We thought the best thing for him
was just to have a normal routine.

You get up, you eat breakfast,
you do this, you eat lunch,

you eat dinner, we'd watch a movie,
just the normal family atmosphere.

Me and him Hung out.

I'd just take him for drives and talk
to him and turn up the music and stuff.

♪ I listen to the wind ♪

♪ To the wind of my soul ♪

He'd hang out with
Codey and his friends

and after school they'd
go to the park and play,

and, I mean, they would
do what teenagers do.

He actually kinda started liking a
girl in the neighbourhood, Amy.

They would hang out,
talk on the phone

and he'd kinda get blushy-red
when we talked about her.

The only person I hadn't met
in the Barclays' family

was, erm, Jason, his other brother,
the brother of, erm, Carey.

And finally he came to see me.

He didn't look at me like Nicholas and he
didn't pretend to look at me like Nicholas

and, er, he said good
luck to me and he left.

♪ I swam upon the Devil's lake ♪

♪ But never, never never never... ♪

We didn't even talk about what
had happened to him over there,

because we felt, like, when the time
was right he would open up to us.

I did not receive any telephone
calls from the family

saying, you know,
"Nicholas is back."

Please come over and talk to us.
We need help."

And I felt like it was imperative

that he be interviewed quickly.

So I'd agreed to meet Nicholas at the
San Antonio missing children's centre

to conduct our first interview.

I introduced myself to Nicholas and
then told him why I was there,

and that the purpose of this interview
was to get his account of his kidnapping

and for his assistance in
locating his abductors.

All I knew about Nicholas

was what I had read on some
of the missing posters.

Not that people can't
change in three years,

but this person in general
did not appear to be 16.

He had a shadow of a
beard, a dark beard,

that I doubt if Nicholas would have had a
shadow of a dark beard at the age of 16

since he had blond hair.

He appeared to be quite nervous

and he just seemed very
uncomfortable this entire time.

I told them that, um, I was
taken by military overseas

and I was abducted
and put in a van,

then fly over to some places
that I never knew where it was.

That, er, we were kept in a
room with different kids.

They'd get chloroformed,

and, er, they wake-up
and they're, er...

you know, in a place they
don't know where they're at.

They were subjected by high-ranking
military to sexual abuse.

Every night all of the kids
were raped and molested by men.

These men were American,
Mexican and European.

They broke my hands, especially my
right hand, with a baseball bat.

They kept burning him and
giving him insects to eat.

- We were tortured.
- They broke his fingers.

- His left foot was broken with a crowbar.
- I was raped.

They keep these kids in line by
doing military scare tactics.

We were experimented on.

They would put needles in his eyes.

Headphones on their heads screaming
and yelling, er, different languages.

Spanish kept playing over and over and a
voice kept saying, "You are not you."

If he spoke English, he was beaten.

They moved these kids
around in military planes.

We never saw where we were going.

The boys' identities were changed by
either changing their hair colour,

eye colour or other ways.

They were always in uniform.

A solution was put in his eyes.

They would sell him
for money for sex.

His eye colour was changed from blue
to brown by the use of this solution.

The door wasn't shut and
I left by that door.

I ran in the big hallway and
there was another door.

Somehow I managed to go outside

and outside I ran, I ran, I ran

and hours after that I, I
discovered that I was in Spain.

We've got a kid here which
is about 14, 15 years old.

He doesn't have no ID.

He's no documents on him but
you can see he's very young.

And he's very scared.

She was professional but you could
see that she was horrified.

This was a horrendous interview and
when I left I was shaken by it

because it had all the horrific,
emotional side effects

that go with listening
to such a story.

He knew about this
type of activity.

I mean, a normal person
doesn't sit down with a story

and make up horrendous...

that's not what you lie about.

You don't go into detail about torture and
the murdering of children or whatever.

None of that seemed normal.

He was tortured.

I mean, he had torture
written all...

He had a broken hand that was
never medically attended to,

he walked with a limp,

erm, he had cigarette burns down the back
of his head to the back of his ankles.

This person is either, erm,
had been the victim himself

or he was a fantastic actor

and I didn't know which of
those titles applied to him.

I let them know that I was very
sorry about what had happened

and we were going to locate
the people who had done this

and put an end to the trauma
that he had been through.

This was the last border.

It's like you...

I won. You know, the game is over.

I had passports, everybody in the
family say I am Nicholas Barclay.

Nobody was investigating me.

Nobody was suspicious that I know.

Hell, I was happy.

I was, you know... I
couldn't believe my luck.

My name is Charlie Parker.
I'm a private investigator.

Hey, how are you doin'?

Say, I want you... I want
you to do something for me.

♪ I know dark clouds are ♪
♪ gonna gather around me ♪

♪ I know my way'll ♪
♪ be rough and steep ♪

♪ Yet beautiful fields ♪
♪ lie just before me... ♪

I got a call back in November and, erm,
from a television producer for Hard Copy

and he said that a boy

who had been missing earlier
for four years had turned up

and he wanted me to track him down so
they could get an interview with him.

First I had to find out
where his mother lived.

Found her and then we drove out to the
north of San Antonio to do the interview.

I had repeatedly asked him,
please do not contact the media.

If anything that Nicholas
was telling us was true,

if any of it had any accuracy,

and if there was any military
officer possibly involved,

the last thing that we
wanted it to be put

was on the front page of the
newspaper or on television

so that that abductor would know
something about our investigation.

This is Eyewitness News at 10.

He disappeared without a
trace three years ago.

Tonight a San Antonio
boy is back home.

Nicholas Barclay is
now 16 years old.

He vanished when he was 13...

Nicholas says he was kidnapped

and taken to Spain.

He says for three years he was
repeatedly drugged, beaten and raped,

all part of a sex slave operation
involving dozens of missing children.

Well, Bob, the FBI is not
taking this case lightly...

The reason?

Somehow a 13-year-old
boy from San Antonio

ended up in Spain
without a passport.

June 19th 1994, Nicholas got
into a fight with his family,

so he came here to Fort Sam
Houston to play basketball.

Two young boys approached
him, they started talking.

The next thing he knew, there was a cloth
over his mouth and Nicholas passed out.

He claims his captors
changed his appearance

to make him unrecognisable.

He was no longer allowed
to speak English.

Did they rape you all every night?

Me? No.

Because they didn't
rape me every night.

Some of them, they liked more.

Some of the kids they liked more.

They rape them usually two
or three times a week.

I wanted the media's attention, so that
I would make Nicholas even more real,

that people would really
believe that I'm Nicholas

and they would love me
even more for that.

They set him up, put a microphone
on him and had the cameras on him

and I moved over behind a booth.

And it was almost fate.

Behind that booth was a picture

of the actual Nicholas Barclay.

And I could look at that picture
and look at him at the same time.

And as I looked at the picture, I noticed
that the boy had blue-grey-looking eyes

and this man had brown eyes.

Here was a moment where the hair
stood up on the back of your neck,

and, and er... there was just
something wrong about it.

I did what they wanted me to do.

Something was wrong. I said, "Can
you get me a picture of his ears?"

I need to get... get that.

And I had read about Scotland Yard
using that method to trace down a man,

James Earl Ray, that had
killed Martin Luther King.

They had caught him in Heathrow
Airport by identifying his ears.

And I knew the ears were a means of
identity, almost like fingerprints.

I put the picture in my
pocket and took it...

When I got back to the office,

I put the pictures
in Adobe Photoshop.

They, they were different ears.

And so I knew right away

that absolutely he was
not Nicholas Barclay.

I thought I had a spy.

I thought I had real,
honest to God spy.

Why else would a guy come here and
take the place of another person?

What would be his reason?

I phoned Nancy Fisher.

I said, "This guy's a fake.
It's not him."

I said, "The ears don't match."

And my comment to him was,

"You need to be very careful

that you don't intrude on
the federal investigation."

People aren't used to hearing
you talk about somebody's ears

and I think she was taken back by that.
She didn't know what I was talking about.

I thought I didn't have
a right to question,

you know, their statement that
this was their family member

because how, how
could they be wrong?

I mean, no-one would be wrong
about something like that.

What do they want? I've already got the
fact he doesn't have the same ears.

Why would you ever, ever
take in a stranger?

Not just a stranger
from this country

but a stranger from another country
who speaks with a French accent.

This has to be Nicholas Barclay.

It was an outrageous thing.

I cannot have talked to anyone
that hasn't read about this

that has said, "Wait a minute. I
know my own kid. I know my own son."

I can look in his eyes and tell..."

It's like when you go
to a class reunion

and you see the kids you
went to school with in 19...

♪ David BOWIE: Queen Bitch ♪

It really began for me, the American
dream, when I took that big yellow bus

to go to school with others,
with other students.

♪ I'm up on the 11th floor and ♪
♪ I'm watching the cruisers below ♪

How many French adults go to
American schools for kids,

into a yellow bus...

♪ My heart's in the basement ♪

♪ My weekend's at an all-time low ♪

That was impossible. You could do that
in a movie, you could do that in a...

but you can't do that for real.

♪ Letting him go ♪

♪ Walk out of her heart ♪

♪ Walk out of her mind... ♪

I finally succeeded to become a kid
again, officially, with a passport,

to have a second chance,

to be able this time to go to
school and to succeed this time.

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ She's an old-time ambassador ♪

♪ Of sweet-talking, ♪
♪ night-walking games ♪

Well, he started
back to high school.

I really was worried.

I didn't know what
he was going to do.

This was a case. I
mean, a real case.

This guy was lying about
who he said he was

and here the family
was accepting him.

I expected him any day to blow
up something at the airbase

or do something at the army base.

I was pulling teeth trying to
determine who had kidnapped Nicholas,

when and where and under
what circumstances.

I had almost no information

because all the information he
gave us was very, very general.

He couldn't give names,
he couldn't give places,

he couldn't give times, he
couldn't give anything.

The family was told that the reason
we were taking Nicholas to Houston

was because he'd
been through trauma.

So he deserved to see a forensic
expert to deal with the trauma.

Initially I thought that this was
going to be a forensic interview,

er, with the intent of
finding out more information

about the people who abducted him.

Here was this pale white kid
and I introduced myself

and, as he spoke back,
immediately my...

Something in me just
said, this is not right,

there's something wrong here.

I speak with him for a long time.

He asked me to repeat all the
stories I'd been telling everybody.

I remember people grabbing me
and putting me in the van.

I went to sleep and I woke up in
a room. There was other kids...

I didn't see the same
physiological change

in his body posture, in his
pupil size, in his heart rate,

that I would normally see

with somebody who's talking
about a traumatic experience.

He couldn't speak English
without an accent.

That told me about the development of his
brain, and the development of language.

You just cannot be raised for the
first six, seven years of your life

in an English-speaking home

and later on, you know,
eight, nine years later,

even 10 years later,

not be able to speak
English without an accent.

I can guarantee you that this kid was not
raised in an English-speaking family.

You know, I don't know who he is but the
person who was... I was interviewing

could not have been
Nicholas Barclay.

Ok, the worst scenario just
showed up and I don't like that.

This investigation did a 90°.

It just went from one, one place
all the way up to another.

I immediately called Carey
Gibson and I said to her,

"Carey, Dr Perry has just stated that
this person cannot be your brother,"

for the fact that he
cannot be an American.

"This could be a very
dangerous person."

She shrieked or screamed
and said, "Oh, my gosh!"

So I said, "Don't be at
the airport," you know.

"I'll handle it. I will take
care of this individual"

and that she did not
have to take him home,

you know, back to her
home to live with them

and she says, "Ok, Ok."

We fly back into San Antonio and
there's Carey standing there.

What?

She acted like we'd never
had that conversation.

And she acted excited to see
him, asked him how his trip was.

I think I just stared
for a minute...

And I called the US Attorneys'
Office right then and there

and I said, "What do I do?"

And the Assistant US Attorney said,
"Let him return to her temporarily."

She welcomed this person home
just like he was her brother.

I didn't have any clue as to why
she behaved in this manner.

Because in my
conversation with her,

I had said, "This person
is not your brother."

I don't think... I don't remember
her putting it in those words.

Well, maybe they wanted him
so badly to be their son

that they said he was their son,

but it was starting
to get ridiculous.

I couldn't let it go. There was no
way in the world I could let it go.

I started going into
the neighbourhood,

and finding out about the
real Nicholas Barclay,

interviewing the neighbours,

trying to find out what
I could about that boy

and about that family.

And what's going on?

You know, why would
Nicholas have left?

The police used to usually come

maybe like twice or
three times a month.

Either it was argument
with the kids

or with their boyfriend
or with the other son.

I spoke to everyone and they all said
that Nicholas had caused trouble,

had come home late at night.

We've all had arguments
in our family,

but it's rare that
we call the police,

that it is so bad that
they have to come.

It, it made me think there
was something going on,

more than meets the eye.
Of course it did.

I knew that DNA samples would prove
that he wasn't Nicholas Barclay.

Mrs Dollarhide said,
"This is my son."

I don't have to provide blood
samples for you for DNA

and she laid down on the floor,

literally laid down on the floor,

and said, "No, and you can't pick
me up, and you can't make me."

I did not want to go anywhere with the
FBI, but I don't remember refusing.

I was stunned. I've never
had that reaction before.

She wasn't just apathetic,
she was hostile.

To be honest with you, I really have no
idea what I was thinking at that time.

My main goal in life
was not, not to think.

We didn't need to prove who
he was. We knew who he was.

I no longer saw them as a grieving
erm... victimised family.

I saw them as a very
questionable family.

There would be no reason for them to
accept a stranger into their lives...

unless there was something to hide.

That would be the only reason.

Something was being hidden and
I didn't know what that was.

When Beverly refused to
give her blood sample,

I started to become suspicious.

They knew that I wasn't Nicholas.

Whatever I was telling them,

they didn't believe a word of it.

But they were good
at not showing it.

I mean, who wouldn't see it?

That's about four,
five years ago now.

I remember in Spain, Carey
did everything for me.

When I didn't know
something, she told me.

"You forgot everything but
you're going to remember it now"

and, you know, this was Mom at the place
we're living in with... Do you remember?

Oh, this was Chantelle. You remember
Chantelle. That's your niece, my daughter.

"Do you remember that? Do you
remember that? Do you remember that?"

Over and over and over again.

That's Jason.

She wanted to put it in my head.

She wanted to put it in my
head so I would never forget.

She just could not say
it's not Nicholas.

Did she believe it or not?

If you asked me, I would say,

no, not for a second did she
believe I was her brother.

She decided I was
gonna be her brother.

It's like I woke up
in a place where...

Lies even bigger than what I did.

You know, it's...

they pretended as much
as I did and even more.

I kept thinking about the
kid, Nicholas Barclay.

At the time of his disappearance,

he was living with Beverly in
the house on Swallow Street

and his brother Jason
was also living there.

Jason, Nick's older brother,

when he moved into their house,

that house changed,

because before he got there,

Nick and his mom

seemed pretty close to me.

She loved him to death.

I mean, she loved him, you could tell...
She, she... He was the light of her life.

This guy moved in, he was
a bum, a drug addict

and he only cared about himself.

And when he got into that house, it
just made things that much more worse.

In fact, I think it even pushed
his mom into doing drugs herself

when he moved into the house.

That house just became a
volatile situation altogether.

I discovered from the police files,

a couple of months after
the disappearance,

that Jason had called the police

and said that his brother had
tried to break into the house.

Well, we see that kind
of thing all the time.

People, people are constantly
doing stuff like that

to make people think
that person's alive.

I started to put two
and two together

and I thought something happened
inside that house to that boy.

I didn't need to be Columbo to
put all the pieces together.

They killed him.

Some of them did it, some of them knew of
it, and some of them chose to ignore it.

I wasn't worried about
Nicholas coming back no more.

Neither Nicholas Barclay or
his mother were cooperating,

so we were going to have to
have a search warrant executed

in order to obtain
those blood samples.

I couldn't pretend no more to be
Nicholas and act like Nicholas.

I took two or three other agents
with me to go pick him up.

So inside me, I started getting, you
know, more and more aggressive,

weird.

I couldn't go on.

We got the fingerprints and
we got the palm prints.

Within a few weeks, we would be sending
them out to Interpol, to the embassies,

to see if any of these fingerprints

matched anything that
they had on record.

I was trying to find a way out,

not only a way out in
San Antonio, Texas,

but a way out, out of my mind.

Nicholas was becoming much
more agitated and angry

and I really felt like
he was going to run away

and if he ran away we might have
a very hard time locating him.

I started tailing him, I
started following him.

I started sitting up on
Beverly's place where she lived

and writing down license numbers of all
the cars that came to her, to see her.

So I took a razor blade
and I slit my face.

Everything was snowballing and
snowballing and snowballing.

I show them, show them that

I was under a great
deal of pressure.

On March 3rd of 1998,

the legate in Madrid,
Spain, called me

and he said, "We've
just identified him."

And I said, "You're kidding?"

I knew that everything was going down
and it was just a matter of weeks.

He said, "What I'm gonna do right now
is fax to you the records that I have."

He agreed to meet with me.

We ordered hot cakes.

And we started to eat.

And he said...

I said, "You really made
your mother angry."

And he said, "She's not my
mother and you know it."

And I thought, well,
I'll be damned.

And so I stood over
the fax machine,

waiting for, of course,
them to come in

because I was screaming
and jumping up and down.

I actually said, "Well,
I'll be damned",

you're going to finally
tell me who you are."

I was like doing a dance and
everybody was high-fiving.

It was like, you know, we finally,
we finally know who this person is.

And my heart was beating fast, just
like it is now thinking about it.

And... And I said, "Who are you?"

He said, "I'm Frederic Bourdin
and I'm wanted by Interpol."

The fingerprint cards told me

that he was not 16, he was 23.

That he was not American,
he was French.

That he was not Nicholas Barclay,
he was Frederic Bourdin.

We grow up in America
thinking Interpol

is kind of the God of the cops.
You follow me?

That's the highest step
you can get in "Copland".

And so I thought, Jesus Christ,

if he's wanted by Interpol,
what has he done? You know.

There is no limit
to what he's done.

So he began to tell me.

Frederic Bourdin is delinquent.

Activities and modus operandi...

He has travelled throughout Europe

appearing at shelters for minors

under different aliases.

Spain, 1992.

Spain, September 1993.

Barcelona...

stated that he'd run away from
his adoptive parents' house.

Brussels, '95.

Pyrenees...

Milan, 1993.

Glasgow.

I sat there. I could hardly eat,
I could hardly swallow my food.

He always wore glasses.

Giovanni Petrullo.

Michelangelo Martini.

Donovan MacNeph.

- Peter Samson.
- William Thomas.

Jimmy Sale.

Peter Robin.

James Markey.

Frederic Cassie.

'93.

Hernandez Fernandez.

'95.

Edgar Guteyere.

'97.

Spain, 1997.

It's possible he may
need psychiatric help.

Settle in tonight

because we are about
to share with you

a story so bizarre,

it's hard to believe it's true.

This is the tale of
a master imposter

who managed to lie his way
into the United States

and prey upon the most
vulnerable of people.

He is the only person in US history

ever to have assumed the
identity of a missing child.

He fooled even the
lost boy's mother.

It's hard to imagine how he
could have gotten away with it.

We knew it was going to be, you
know, heart-wrenching and...

you know...

but we never thought
it wouldn't be him.

You know, why would
you even think that?

The first feeling was
complete sadness.

Because it wasn't Nicholas.

Which took us back to square one.

Where is Nicholas?

That was the first one.

The second emotion was,

how could I be so fucking stupid?

I mean, seriously.

I contacted the SAPD, the San
Antonio Police Department,

and told them, decided to tell
them, that, hey, they killed him.

Based upon Frederic
Bourdin's allegations,

a homicide investigation was opened

and the allegation was
against the family members

as being... participating in the
disappearance of the child.

It was related to us that
while Frederic was in jail

that he said that my
mom confessed to him

that her and Jason killed
Nicholas and hid the body.

They accused me first

and it totally freaked me out.

Because I, I... have been
crazy but never violent.

This is the street the kid
lived on when he went missing.

There's the house right there.

I think the boy's buried here.

I want to talk to Darryl inside.

He's agreed to let me dig and
see if Nicholas Barclay's here.

If Beverly knew that this
individual was not her son,

then she had to have some
type of ulterior motive

and it had to be
something very scary

for her to accept a
stranger into her household

posing as her own son.

I agreed to take a
lie detector test.

She passed the polygraph.

And I said to the
polygraph examiner,

"I don't understand this,

I don't understand it at all.
Will you give it to her again?"

So he gave it to her again and
she passed the polygraph.

I said, "No, there
is something wrong."

The third time he gave it to her,

she flunked every question.

I mean, like, big-time.

The polygrapher said the machine
practically jumped off the table.

Her answers appeared to
be false on everything.

And he turned to her and he said,

"Mrs Dollarhide, it appears that
you know where your son is.

"It appears that you know what happened
to him" and some other questions.

And that's when she became very
aggravated, very agitated,

jumped up and ran out
and was screaming.

I lied about being... stealing,

and I had... so
that's why I failed.

I didn't lie about anything
to do with Nicholas.

It was the other questions.

- Darryl? Charlie Parker.
- Mr Parker.

How are you doin'?

It's nice in here.

So this is the house, huh?

Yes, Sir.

The polygraph led us to believe that
she did have some information...

she could provide that she refused to
and we felt like Jason had information.

If Jason did something to
Nicholas, I didn't know about it

and I can't imagine
Jason ever doing that.

It's just not in his makeup,

but... I don't know.

I know my brother or my mother did not
kill Nicholas, accidentally, on purpose.

Whatever Frederic said,
it never happened.

When we first got my dog, he was always
digging in the back corner over there

where the, the tree is.

And one day I was mowing and saw,
like, pieces of, like, plastic,

- kind of like a tarp kind of material...
- Ok.

Sticking out of the ground. I tried
to pull it up to get it out,

and it just kept ripping on me
as it was stuck in the ground.

So I never paid any attention
to it or gave it any thought,

until last night when we
were speaking on the phone.

And the bush has
been there a while?

I had initially tried to get a hold
of Jason prior to Frederic's arrest

and couldn't.

And then when I finally
did get a hold of him,

I asked him about the
disappearance of his brother.

He just seemed totally apathetic about the
disappearance of his younger brother.

Extremely apathetic.

And didn't care that
he'd been returned

but when he did see him,

no, that wasn't his brother,

but he didn't seem interested
enough or excited enough

to tell his mother and sister,
"That's not my brother.

No, no, they just
wanted to believe."

Yeah, it's a good spot. Let's see.

Say he dumps him here first...

and then, if he looks up,

yeah, yeah, this is
good, this is good.

He was very hostile, refused
to help in any way,

and then he later left the
drug rehabilitation centre

and was found having died
from a drug overdose.

I think that Jason became a perfect
scapegoat because he's not here.

He died,

so he can't be questioned
or, you know, anything.

I mean, he can't, he can't
even defend himself.

It's kinda like a nightmare.

All this stuff is coming at you and none
of it's true but nobody believes you.

Or they think that you had
something to do with it.

And it's like getting in trouble
for something you didn't do.

You know, when kids tell
you, "I didn't do it!"

You're going, "Yeah, right."

But I didn't do it.

I do feel like the family knows the
whereabouts of Nicholas Barclay.

I think that Beverly Dollarhide and
Jason Dollarhide knew at one time

what happened to Nicholas Barclay.

Show me one piece of evidence,

show me one thing that will lock
anybody in our family up over this,

just one shred of actual proof.

Back here. Let's go back here.

The biggest, funniest
one to me, hilarious,

is that we went and picked
up a complete stranger

to hide the fact that
we killed Nicholas

or someone in my family
killed Nicholas.

When through four years that
Nicholas was disappeared,

we were the only ones
looking for him.

Why would we go pick up a stranger to hide
something that didn't need to be hidden?

Just another one of his lies.

Even from behind bars,

he continued to lie to families
of other missing children.

From this phone in his cell,

Bourdin made hundreds
of collect calls

claiming to have information
about lost children.

He even said he could help solve

the highly publicised case
of Sabrina Aisenberg,

an infant who was taken from her
home in Tampa, Florida, last year.

No.

Yes.

He's a habitual liar

and it blows my mind

that anybody can take anything that
is said out of his mouth as truth.

What? This kid comes and
says he's Nicholas,

and then turns around and says,

"You... these people that
took care of me killed him."

Hm. How do you come up
with that conclusion?

He put us through enough already

and then for him to do this while
he's in jail for what he's done

and to 'cause more
pain to our family?

Fuck him.

♪ 16 HORSEPOWER: Wayfaring Stranger ♪

I didn't give a damn what other people
were thinking, or what they were feeling.

I care about myself,
just about myself...

and fuck the rest of it.

♪ I'm just a poor ♪
♪ wayfaring stranger ♪

♪ Travellin' through a world of woe ♪

♪ Ain't no sickness, toil or danger ♪

♪ In that bright land to which I go ♪

♪ I'm goin' there to see my father ♪

♪ Said he'd meet me when I come ♪

♪ I'm only goin' over Jordan ♪

♪ I'm only goin' over home ♪

♪ I know dark clouds are ♪
♪ gonna gather around me ♪

♪ I know my way'll ♪
♪ be rough and steep ♪

♪ Yet beautiful fields ♪
♪ lie just before me ♪

♪ Where God's redeemed ♪
♪ their vigils keep ♪

♪ I'm goin' there to ♪
♪ see my loved ones ♪

♪ Gone before me one by one ♪

♪ I'm only goin' over Jordan ♪

♪ I'm only goin' over home ♪

♪ I'll soon be free ♪
♪ from earthly trials ♪

♪ This body rest in ♪
♪ the old churchyard ♪

♪ I'll drop this ♪
♪ cross of self-denial ♪

♪ And go singing home to God ♪

♪ I'm goin' there to see my saviour ♪

♪ To dwell with Him, ♪
♪ no more to roam ♪

♪ I'm only goin' over Jordan ♪

♪ I'm only goin' over home ♪

♪ I'm only goin' over home ♪

♪ Jimmy DRIFTWOOD: He ♪
♪ Had A Long Chain On ♪

♪ One night as I lay on my pillow ♪

♪ Moonlight as bright as the Dawn ♪

♪ I saw a man a-walkin' ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ I heard his chain a-clankin' ♪

♪ It made a mournful sound ♪

♪ Welded around his body ♪

♪ Dragging along on the ground ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ He stood beside my window ♪

♪ He looked at me and he said ♪

♪ "I am so tired and hungry ♪

♪ Give me a bite of your bread" ♪

♪ He didn't look like a robber ♪

♪ He didn't look like a thief ♪

♪ His voice was as ♪
♪ soft as the moonlight ♪

♪ His face full of sorrow and grief ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪

♪ He had a long chain on ♪