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Dad!

Could you ever forgive me?

Hi.

Who are you?

You need a shave, huh?

Hey, your hair has got long.

They told me there was an accident.

You were hit by a car.

- I feel fine. - Good. That's good.

So I can go home?

The accident was, uh...

It was a while ago.

A while ago?

Greg, how long have I been here?

The doctor said that it's best not...

Greg?

A year.

Just over.

That's not funny.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm gonna get you home soon, I promise.

And, yeah, we're gonna be a family.

All three of us.

You, me...

and Heidi.

It's a miracle she survived the accident.

Helen? Helen, it's okay. Helen?

Doctor?

Doctor! Doctor!

Congratulations.

You're one of only three women in recorded history

to have successfully given birth while in a coma.

When can I go home?

Soon.

You'll have to continue with your rehabilitation.

Your legs will need to get their memory back too.

I'll leave you two to get acquainted.

- Thank you. - That's fine.

Come on. Heidi...

this is Mommy.

Mommy, this is Heidi.

You go to Mama.

That's it. Good girl.

Yeah.

That's it. No, no, no, it's okay.

You stay with Mama. That's okay.

Yeah? Oh!

Okay.

Oh, she's just being fussy.

You're just being a fusspot.

How does that feel?

- Fine. Yeah. - Yeah? Good.

Nice rotation.

Fantastic.

- Uh, Helen Tullet? - Yes.

Sorry. My interruption.

Um, Detective Shepherd.

Is it okay if I speak to Mrs. Tullet in private?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Mrs. Tullet.

Please. Call me Helen.

Helen.

Um, I've been given the job

of just wrapping up your father's case.

In cases like this, you know,

when there's no history of depression

or mental illness, we look for a kind of stressor.

You know what that might have been?

I wish I knew.

An eyewitness reported seeing you

running from the building in a state of distress.

Why would I have done that?

Look, I've got little left to do here,

just crossing T's and dotting I's.

And the coroner has already ruled a suicide.

But since you're the one and only witness...

I have to ask you,

what was your relationship like with your father?

He raised me by himself.

We were close.

Okay, look,

if you're ever able to recall anything, then please...

give me a call.

Beautiful, isn't she?

Don't they say all babies are beautiful?

Yeah, only to the parents of ugly babies.

What does she like?

She's a baby, you know?

She likes to eat, sleep, cry and poop.

Listen, um...

I didn't know how to tell you this, but, uh...

I had to sell the house.

Taking care of Heidi and you,

I couldn't keep up with the repayments.

We have savings.

We had savings.

So we have nothing?

I'm sorry, I...

I did everything I could.

Oh, God, no, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, it's not your fault.

So where is home now?

Sorry, no, no, I can't.

Where else are we gonna go, Helen?

- He left it to us. - Doesn't make it okay.

It won't be forever.

It's not just us anymore.

- Thanks. - That's okay.

I'm just gonna go and pop Heidi down.

Okay.

There we go.

Here we go. Yes.

I love you.

Okay.

I'll give you the tour.

You forget I was born here.

Dad's study.

Yeah, I thought you could give it new purpose and new life.

Everything's here, all of your work,

just waiting for whenever you're ready.

I was looking forward to getting back to my studio.

This way you can be at home with Heidi all the time, right?

I missed you.

You didn't even know I was gone.

I know.

But still.

Are you sure?

Come on. Here it comes. Come on.

What's your secret?

No secret. Just be mommyish.

Mmm...

Mmm!

Yummy.

- Come on, Heidi. - Helen.

- Come on, Heidi. - Helen.

- Eat it, eat it! - Helen!

She just gets cranky.

I'll put her down. Come on.

Here we go.

Is something wrong?

Just wonder how he went

from writing a list to buy bread to...

- Look, I'll throw it out. - No, no, no, don't. Leave it.

Come on. Go, Mommy. Go, Mommy.

Yes!

Clap, clap, clap. Clap, clap, clap.

Well done, Mommy. Clap, clap, clap.

Come on, Mommy.

See? Oh, look, she's doing so well.

You're doing brilliantly. You're doing great.

Come on, Mommy.

Yes!

Oh, yes!

Well done, Mommy.

Say, "Well done, Mommy."

Very good.

We put it down? And it's down.

That's good, yeah!

Yes!

Lift it up.

Hi, you've reached Robert.

Please leave a message after the beep.

Robert, it's Frank.

I'm back. It would be great to catch up.

You have my address.

Who is it?

I hope you don't mind.

I think you knew my dad.

I looked you up in his address book.

I'm Frank. Frank Menzies.

- And you must be... - Helen.

Well, you'd better come in then, huh?

Thanks.

Well, I was hoping that we might one day meet.

- There we are. - Thank you.

Well, I can see the family resemblance.

I knew your father from years ago.

We were both in the church.

But, uh, over the years, we drifted apart.

To be honest, I read about him in the... The newspaper.

But I hadn't seen him in years, despite my efforts.

And then when I read about the daughter...

...I thought,

wonder how many more secrets he's keeping?

And of course I couldn't wait

to meet the lovely lady.

Are you comfortable?

Oh, yes. Yeah, this isn't permanent.

He said something to me...

the night...

I need to remember what he told me before it...

happened.

Look, I know I'm practically a stranger,

my opinion doesn't count for anything, but, um...

I think these things are best put to rest.

Take it from a lonely old man who's seen his share of hurt,

that people come and go in and out of your life.

Sometimes you've got a say in it...

sometimes you don't.

Um...

I, uh... I...

- Do you have your own family? - Yeah.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, God, sorry.

I'll get you a tissue.

Mom and baby...

There you go.

Who's a clever girl?

Oh?

- Where were you? - Ah.

Helen, I'm Trisha. I'm your health visitor.

- Is there a problem? - No. Nothing to worry about.

I'm just here for your 12:30 appointment.

You forgot.

It's all fine.

Anyway, let's get this little one...

Ooh!

...checked out.

She been getting overexcited at the park?

- Oh, my God. - It's okay.

I mean, kids bump into things all the time.

It'd be odd if I saw a baby who didn't have

a few scrapes and bruises.

Helen, you need to keep an eye on her all the time.

- I do. - Then how did she get bruises?

Wait, what do you really think caused those bruises?

- Like I said... - I know what you said.

I wanna know what you think.

I have no reason to think anything

other than the obvious explanation.

She took a tumble the moment you turned your back.

And I'm not sure why you would think otherwise either.

Okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

That's a very good look for you.

Oh, hi, Mr. Mulvaney.

Ha, once upon a time,

you were the little girl across the hall, weren't you?

Yeah, I suppose so.

Now look at you. A mother.

Yeah, it's nice.

Nice?

Um, it was just not what I expected it to be.

She seems to like you.

Do you want to hold her?

Yes, I'd love to.

Come here.

Hey, pretty girl.

Hey.

...trouble letting go.

Mm-hm.

Maybe you can just help her

- put things to bed. - Mm.

Greg?

Hi.

You know, I'm gonna see if anyone needs a drink.

Uh, thank you so much for coming, Father Monroe.

Thank you, Greg.

Helen, I... I just wanted to tell you how sorry I was

to hear about what happened to your father.

Thank you.

We miss you down at the church.

I hope you take some comfort in knowing

that he is in a better place.

Do I know that?

Faith is that gray area where the heart and the mind meets.

If there is ever anything I can do...

Yeah.

You can tell me if he ever mentioned

why he might kill himself.

I only wish he had.

If you ever need some guidance...

you know where to find me.

Wave to Mommy.

Helen? You have a visitor.

Frank. You came.

Yeah. Hope I'm not intruding.

I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't want you here.

Frank's a friend of my dad's.

Oh, uh, these are for you.

Thank you.

- Oh, they're lovely. - I'll...

I'll put those in some water.

Thank you.

So no crutches, eh?

Yeah, getting there.

You're looking well.

Helen, I-I can't find a vase.

Oh, um, I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

Tell me bringing that man here

has nothing to do with bringing up the past.

Thanks for the party, Greg.

No, it's okay.

No, once she's down, she's out, so it's fine.

So, what do you do, Frank?

Take it easy.

Relax.

Mostly spend time with my thoughts.

- Oh, retired then? - Yeah.

Thirty-five years as a traveling salesman.

- Oh, that sounds interesting. - Nah. Boring as hell.

But you find ways to make it exciting.

Have you got any kids?

Yeah, a daughter.

So tell me, are the teenage years as bad as everyone says?

I'm afraid I didn't get to find out.

Oh, um, I'm sorry.

I... I didn't mean to...

It's okay.

I hope you realize how lucky you are.

Here we go. Just a little bit?

Oh, yummy. Oh, yes, delicious.

Do you want a little bit more?

- Good morning. - Yeah, uh, you're half right.

You know, there's a thing called decaf.

I need to go out of town for a conference.

I thought you said you hated this new job.

I do, but I can't turn down the overtime.

So you're leaving?

When will you be back?

A few days.

I... I can get out of it.

Can you?

Will you be okay?

We'll be fine.

Won't we, Heidi?

Time for a girly catch-up.

I'm really sorry.

Are you sure you're gonna be okay?

Well, food goes in the top

and poop comes out the bottom, right?

Heh, you'll be perfect.

- I love you. Mwah. - You too.

Okay. Mwah! I love you. See you later.

It's okay, darling.

It's okay.

Everything's going to be fine. Come on.

Did I come at a bad time?

Come on.

Sorry about that.

Finally got her down.

Got any parenting advice?

Looks like you're doing just fine.

My advice?

Just love her.

Love her in the way that only you know how.

Everything else will fall into place.

I just came back to, uh...

A present for the little one.

That's so sweet, thank you.

So you had a daughter?

Sounds so finite, doesn't it?

Oh, I'm sorry.

- No. - Sorry.

No, when you have a child,

it changes your perspective on everything, doesn't it?

You know, first time you really have something to lose.

Something to live for.

Die for.

How did you know?

How did you know that you loved her?

Oh, there was never any question.

But when did you know?

Uh...

the first time I looked in her eyes...

and I saw myself.

If you could go back again, do anything different...

what would it be?

More time.

I'd give everything just for one more second.

Tell her I was sorry. Sorry...

I wasn't the father that she needed.

Too little, too late.

So I'm, uh, sensing a theme in your questions.

Being a parent is hard.

I think there's something wrong with me, Frank.

No.

Nobody's perfect.

The best you can be is yourself.

Could you ever forgive me?

Hello?

Who are you?

Stop it. Stop it!

Leave us alone!

Helen, is everything all right?

- When are you coming home? - What's wrong?

In the time you lived here,

did you ever see or hear anything...

I don't know, strange?

Like what?

Did you ever notice anything weird?

- I'll come home. - No.

No, it's fine.

What kind of parent can't look after their own kid

for a few days?

I love you.

I love you too.

I didn't fucking do anything!

Sit down.

Sort him out.

Mrs. Tullet.

How can I help you?

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

Go on.

Detective Shepherd,

what do you think happens when we die?

My judgment's reserved on that one.

What's on your mind, Mrs. Tullet?

Hypothetically...

what would happen if my father was trying to remind me

what he said to me that night?

What exactly has happened?

Nothing I can explain easily.

Mrs. Tullet...

I think you're confused as to what it is I actually do.

I'm not confused.

I'm just scared.

Which is understandable with the state of things,

your health, new baby.

Spare me.

Look, I'm being as polite as I can.

Fuck polite!

I just need to know if you can help me or not.

I can't.

Fine.

Right.

Hi, you've reached Robert...

Hi... Hi...

Hi, you've reached...

You've reached Robert, please leave a message.

Bloody lift's broken.

- Who are you? - Call me Stu.

You're the psychic investigator?

Expecting a little old lady with bees and incense?

First it was the little things. I thought it was my imagination.

But now, I don't know what I believe anymore.

It could possibly be SWP.

Is that a stone wall phenomenon?

Mmm.

Certain environments can act like a recording device,

repeating an event that occurred there,

repeating, repeating, repeating.

The ghost that manifests

is compelled to replay a moment from its life,

often their dying or their most excruciating moments,

and then it is simply existing

in a cycle of ongoing pain and torment.

It's cheerful stuff.

- So, what now? - Well, we just ask

a few questions, see if we get any answers.

- You ready? - Now?

- What's your father's name? - Robert.

Okay. Robert.

We wish to communicate with Robert.

Robert, are you with us?

If you are, then please give us a sign.

Robert, if you're present

but you'd prefer to be left alone,

please also give us a sign.

Sorry, can we stop for a second? I feel a bit funny.

- How funny? - Short of breath.

Okay.

Well, spooks can sometimes impose

their own feelings on a living target.

Why would my father do that?

- Maybe it's not your father. - Who else is it gonna be?

Make it stop!

Make it stop!

Stuart! Stuart!

Do these names mean anything to you?

No.

I think they're revenants.

- Revenants? - Mm.

Lost souls that can't get into heaven.

I don't believe in heaven.

Bet you don't believe in ghosts, neither.

What do they want?

Well, they're angry.

These things are wrought emotion.

Whatever wrong's been done, they want put right.

And if I just do nothing, will they go away?

No, this is...

Longer this goes on, the worse this is gonna get.

They have targeted you and those closest to you.

No!

What?

- Mr. Mulvaney! - Oh!

Ha-ha, hello.

You've lived here a long time, right?

Ever since Harold Wilson was in Number 10, yes.

Okay, do you remember anything

about the people that lived here before my dad?

Uh, well, um, there was the Nolans.

Not the singers, obviously.

A nice young couple. Um...

The Goldings, uh, Mr. Rodman.

There was a Mrs. Gorman.

Hermann Goering, I used to call her.

- The Hawks... - What about first names?

Any first names?

What's all this about?

Any kids? Children?

No, not as far as I can remember.

Okay.

Bye. Bye then.

Thank you so much, Mr. Mulvaney.

I promise, it really will only be a few hours.

No, it's absolutely fine, absolutely fine, fine.

And you're sure it's okay about the car?

Oh, yes, you might as well use it.

It's just sitting in a pile of leaves.

- Thank you so much. - All right.

Uh...

Look, is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Right.

- Mr. Collins? - Yes.

This is gonna sound weird.

Bollocks!

I know.

I'd be saying the same thing if I was in your position.

Then you won't blame me if I say I don't believe you.

All I want is answers.

Surely that's what you want too.

I was out every day after school...

and every weekend after Carl went missing.

Putting up posters,

asking around...

talking to the local kids.

Nothing.

He just vanished.

I'll show you something.

Carl was born deaf mute.

He never said a word in his whole short life.

But he loved to draw.

Couldn't keep a blank sheet of paper lying around anywhere.

What's this?

All I ever got out of the kids I spoke to.

Sack Head took him.

Sack Head?

You don't remember?

It was that stupid rhyme we used to say to each other

to scare ourselves.

Sack Head's at your window Sack Head's at your door

Lay your head He'll grab you from your bed

And you'll be seen no more

Susan was only 8 years old.

She wanted to be a vet.

I know it was such a long time ago,

but if you can tell me anything

that you remember from back then, anything.

The day before it happened, she came home from school

and said she'd been followed by a man with no face.

Well, I just thought she was telling stories.

She was scared,

so I made her ride her bike the next day.

I'm certain the man that my Susan saw

was the one that took her from me.

The man with no face.

I won't forget the look that detective gave me

when I told her what I'd just told you.

- She didn't believe you. - That's just it,

she did believe me.

Do you remember this detective's name?

Can I help you?

If you're Detective Burrows, you can.

I haven't been a detective for some years now.

But you're still Gillian Burrows, right?

As far as I'm aware.

So then you can help me.

I'm Helen. Helen Tullet.

What's this about?

The disappearances of kids all aged between 5 and 9

in the late 1980s.

Do you remember?

I take it from that look that you do.

I worked out of Stoneworth for 15 years.

There's one child...

who I only have a name, no face: Anna?

I don't remember investigating the disappearance of any Anna.

And none were ever found?

No, we did find one body.

A little girl, 5 years old.

I've always suspected that whoever killed her

took the other kids as well.

- Why? - Same age group,

same time frame,

disappeared under similar circumstances.

We found her in an abandoned shed which had burned down.

Cause of death, smoke inhalation.

And you don't agree?

Oh, she did die of smoke inhalation...

two whole days before that shed ever caught fire.

The coroner got lazy,

ruled death by criminal negligence.

I quit as soon as the case was shut down.

Coming face to face with death

is no way to make a living.

In the whole time that you were

investigating the disappearances,

did you ever come across the name Sack Head?

About a month after I quit,

I got a phone call, here in my own home.

All I heard was breathing.

Whoever it was never said a word,

but to this day I'm convinced

that the person the other end of that line

was the same person the kids called Sack Head.

The same person who killed the Stoneworth kids.

That case...

took a part of me.

I had children of my own I should have been there for.

You got any?

A little girl.

My children paid for my mistake,

and that was to think I could split my time

between being a mother and chasing after the dead.

But I made my choice.

But they were never confirmed dead...

Listen, I don't need to know who you are.

Whatever this means to you, you have your reasons.

But the less I know,

the less I'll remember.

The bliss of ignorance...

is all I have these days.

- What have you got there? - Oh!

- Sorry. - She give you any trouble?

No, no. No problem at all.

She's sleeping soundly now. Yeah.

Are you, uh, planning to have any more?

What? What do you mean?

Well, brothers and sisters. Keep Heidi company, you know.

Oh, uh...

I don't know.

Because I remember how lonely you seemed to be

when you first moved here.

What... What do you mean?

Well, you asked me if I remembered

any children living here,

and for the longest time, you were the only one.

And the week you and your father arrived,

I remember you walking up and down the hallways,

for days on end with your doll in your hand.

You were... You were such a quiet child.

- But I was born here. - No.

No, you came here when you were 4.

I remember that distinctly, because you told me

you'd been given that doll for your 4th birthday present.

Did my father ever mention where we'd moved from?

Oh, um...

I know it began with an S.

Stoneworth?

Stoneworth.

How well did you know my father?

And I mean really know him?

Well, I guess I knew him as well as anyone.

Why did he lie to me?

We all have our secrets, Helen.

Even the best of us.

So, what was he hiding?

If he loved you...

does it matter?

It matters to me!

If your father lied to you,

he must have had a reason.

What if his reasons weren't good?

What if you found out that it wasn't, hmm?

Would that affect your love for him,

would that change the way you see him?

It might change the way I see myself.

What do you mean?

What if I'm my father's daughter?

Your daughter...

what was her name?

Anna.

Her name was Anna.

Helen? Helen?

Heidi!

Heidi!

Heidi, where are you?

Stay away from her!

Helen? Mrs. Tullet?

Heidi!

- Heidi! - Open the door.

Mrs. Tullet?

- Helen? - Stay away from her!

Open the fucking door!

- Please stop! - Mrs. Tullet?

Fuck!

Heidi!

Mrs. Tullet?

Helen!

- Heidi! - Mrs. Tullet?

Helen?

Helen?

Open the door!

I've put in lots of sugar.

You'll thank me for it.

Look, after you came to see me the other day,

- I thought it best to... - Spy on me?

No. Keep an eye out.

Make sure you was all right.

After I heard the screams coming from your apartment, I...

I decided to move.

What I saw...

What did you see?

I saw you...

just crying your eyes out.

And you left your daughter all alone.

You didn't see anything else?

Well, should I?

So, what now?

That all depends on you.

You got me at a crossroads, Mrs. Tullet.

It's Helen.

Helen.

I've got a choice to make.

I can either do it by the book,

which means filing a report with Child Protection Services,

or...

we can talk this out.

But talking things out means it works both ways.

Where's Heidi?

She's fine, she's safe.

Look...

I'm just trying to be the good guy.

Just help me to be the good guy.

You can't help me.

Okay, let's say I'm willing

to hear you out again, okay?

My ears are open.

Oh, so now you believe me?

I believe...

I believe...

we don't need ghosts to haunt us.

What I'm trying to say is,

if there's anything you want to tell me,

then now's the time.

I think you were right.

I'm just tired.

My health, new baby.

You know what, Mrs. Tullet?

If there's one thing we coppers hate more than being lied to,

it's being told what we want to hear.

I think I should just go home.

Get some rest.

Are you sure there's nothing more I can help you with?

Am I free to go?

Don't...

make me regret my choice.

I shouldn't have gone.

It was too early to leave you alone with Heidi like that.

What's that supposed to mean?

The police told me how they found you.

You don't trust me with her, do you?

How did she get those bruises?

Let's... Let's leave. Let's start over again.

- What? - You were right.

We never should've moved here. We can go anywhere you want.

No, no, no, I can't leave. Not now. I'm so close to...

No! This is about us.

You, me and Heidi.

My dad killed himself in front of me!

How can you blame me for wanting to know why?

Uh, do you know what? I'm...

I can't do this anymore.

- You're leaving me? - That's not what this is.

So tell me what it is, Greg.

Do you love me?

It's not that simple anymore.

It is that simple.

I'm taking Heidi.

Try it.

I won't have to.

Given your recent behavior, most people would agree

that Heidi coming with me would be for the best.

Don't you?

At 1040 hours today,

I received a fully addressed, handwritten envelope.

Upon opening this envelope,

I found a handwritten letter inside.

The letter, tagged "Case number 3462, article 17,"

describes an adolescent female which closely matches

the description of Susan Pettifer,

reported missing seven days previously.

It goes on to allude to details of her abduction.

Just wonder how he went

from writing a list to buy bread to...

I'm not the man you believed me to be.

Just vanished.

The same person the kids called Sack Head

killed the Stoneworth kids.

All I ever got out of the kids I spoke to.

Sack Head took him.

Hey, what are you doing?

Sack Head took him.

The same person.

The kids called him Sack Head.

Just vanished.

She was scared.

Rode her bike the next day.

I know it began with an S.

Stoneworth.

Could you ever forgive me?

Who the hell are you and what are you doing?

All right, right, that is enough.

Oh, Jesus.

How could I not have known?

Well, don't beat yourself up.

Guys like your father, they're master manipulators.

They manipulate us into having as much hate in us as they do.

Why don't you get somebody to take you home?

I've got a car.

You shouldn't have to see this.

Maybe I should see this.

Maybe it's my cross to bear now.

No, it's not. It's mine.

You got a child that needs you.

What if I'm not the mother she deserves?

How many were there?

Look, I shouldn't be sharing this with you.

I need to know.

The less you know, the better.

So my father just goes unpunished now?

Unless you believe in hell.

That offer of guidance...

is it still on?

Of course.

So tell me.

What does the Bible say about the sins of the father?

It depends on your interpretation.

I'm not in the interpreting kind of mood.

Only the soul that has sinned shall die.

And the son shall not suffer

the iniquity of the father.

Righteousness of the righteous be upon himself,

and the wickedness of the wicked be upon himself.

See, I was thinking more about the part that says...

he shall not clear the guilty,

visiting the iniquity of the father upon the children,

and the children's children,

to the third and the fourth generation.

You remember your scripture very well, Helen.

My memory hasn't completely given up on me.

I only say that because I wonder why it was that you chose

to abandon the teachings of the Church.

Contradictions aside, there were always

a couple of things I could never quite reconcile.

Tell me.

If God has the power to intervene, how...

How can he allow so much pain

and so much evil?

I believe our God is a wise God, and in his wisdom...

he bestowed upon us free will.

Unfortunately for the few,

free will is a desire

to inflict suffering and to commit evil.

Am I paying for my own sins or the sins of my father?

Helen, your father's part in those crimes

does not indicate that you have to follow suit.

You knew.

I-I-I heard it on the news, those children...

No. No.

The police haven't said anything about my father.

So you knew.

Helen, your father came to me in confession for forgiveness.

- And you gave it to him?! - I told him he should not

just ask for God's forgiveness, but for yours also.

Helen!

Helen!

Carpenter?

It's Burrows.

Yeah, I saw the news.

I need a favor.

I need you to find an address for me.

Helen Tullet.

And keep me updated on anything that comes in tonight.

I don't know what time it is, I assume you do.

I need to speak to my dad, and I need your help to do it.

- Helen? - You know you said that

when some people die and they can't get into heaven,

it's because they've got unfinished business?

It's not an exact science, but, yeah, that's what I said, yeah.

Well, what if I wanted to speak to him, how would I do it?

Find yourself something reflective.

It can be a mirror, glass, ice, water, anything.

Stare into it, don't do nothing

but stare and concentrate on the person you wanna see.

Stare long enough and hard enough until something appears.

Dad.

Dad. I've got something to say to you this time.

I don't... I don't hate you.

I might never love you again,

so you might just become a fading memory to me...

but I could never, ever forgive you.

Dad. Dad!

The ghost that manifests

is compelled to replay a moment from its life.

Often their dying

or their most excruciating moments.

And then it is simply existing in a cycle

of ongoing pain and torment.

Repeating, repeating, repeating.

Frank.

Hey, are you excited to see Mommy?

You have one new message.

Greg, this has got something to do with Frank.

He lives at 15 Bolney Avenue.

Take Heidi to your mom's and meet me there.

Frank?

Sack Head's at your window

Sack Head's at your door

Lay down your head You're grabbed from your bed

And you'll be seen no more

Frank?

Frank?

Is that even your real name?

I could ask you the same.

What are you talking about?

We have more in common than you could ever know.

Tell me who you really are.

I'm just a parent...

looking to be reunited with my child.

Desperate...

to have her back in my warm embrace.

Welcome home...

my sweet, darling daughter.

- Anna. - No.

I've kept a secret.

A secret that never should have been.

I've lied.

I'm not your father.

Your father...

is...

a murderer.

He...

killed.

And I, uh...

stayed silent.

I did what I thought was best at the time

and buried the ones that he left to rot.

I... I thought in vain...

a letter to the police might ease their anguish

and serve as a warning.

There are parents...

waiting for children who will never come home.

But I could get you.

I could keep you safe.

So I gave you...

a new home.

I gave you a new name...

a new life.

Your real name...

is Anna.

And your real father...

is a monster.

He's... He's my brother.

I'm sorry I wasn't the father you needed me to be.

I can't help who I am.

That's why I do...

the things I do.

What is that?

Detective Shepherd.

I've been looking all over for you.

Calls came in five minutes ago.

Abduction, little girl, 6 years old.

Name's Sasha Bennes.

You know the procedure. Just file a misper.

No, no, you don't understand.

Second call came from parents when they reported her missing.

First call... from the guy who took her.

- You trace the call? - He gave us his address.

And get this: both calls came from the same street.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Funny...

I always wanted a boy.

When they call to me,

I have no choice but to silence them.

It's like an itch,

a throbbing ache, a warm breath down my spine.

I know that they call to you.

And knowing this truth,

does that change how you feel about your father?

You are not my father!

And does it change how you see yourself?

What you live for?

What you die for?

Remember when I said that you and I have more in common

than you could imagine?

When I said I was simply a parent longing for a daughter

that was taken from me?

How is little Heidi?

Where is she?

You're asking the wrong questions.

Where is she?

You should have heard.

She would not stop crying for her mother.

Frank...

Where is she?

You ought to be asking yourself:

"What am I willing to do?

Can I take a life for a life?"

Where is she?

"Am I my father's daughter?"

You want the truth?

You'll see her in death.

No! No.

Please don't.

- You want to be a family? - Frank...

- Join us, Heidi. - Frank.

Where is she?

Greg.

Oh, no, no!

Your father...

No!

No.

Sir, we've dug up another one.

Six or 7 years old.

It's too soon to tell, but the rate of decomposition

suggests she's been here a year,

give or take a few weeks.

Check mispers dating back 10 to 14 months.

Yes, sir.

Not that it makes a difference now.

There's still no sign of the, uh...

We haven't found Heidi yet.

Just keep checking.

Maybe I should take you, yeah?

Helen...

We found Heidi.

She's alive.

Pick up the phone, Helen.

Come on.

Helen!

Helen!