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At the present time we know that
there's twenty-seven people

missing since about, uh,
4:15 yesterday afternoon.

Still no break in that
Chowchilla, California

school-bus kidnapping.

Twenty-six school children

and their bus driver, have vanished.

Vanished. Yesterday afternoon
near Chowchilla, California.

President Ford directed
the Attorney General

to use all available
government resources.

The California National Guard

joins state local police and the FBI

in a giant search for the
children and the driver.

It was like somebody

come down from Mars

and just took 'em off the planet.

Was it an outright kidnapping?

A psychopath or sex maniac on the loose?

Whoever did it, put a great
deal of planning

and effort and you might even say money.

There may never have been

as anguishing a mystery.

It's the worst kind of story

you could tell.

Being buried alive

is our worst fear.

The Chowchilla kids

showed the world what childhood trauma

really does to a person.

My childhood ended

July 15, 1976.

I will never get back the kid...

...that I was. That-that kid
stayed underground.

That happened for
each and every one of us.

Chowchilla is in central California.

It was very small-town USA.

Chowchilla is a place

where time can seem to stand still.

But there's always something

that need to be planted or harvested

as the cycle of life continues.

By the time I was there

in 1970

it was mainly cattle and farming.

They had a fair and a rodeo.

'12:46.'

Each year, they had a cattle drive.

Right through the center of town.

My dad was a world champion

steer wrestler.

I was raised right.

Really to believe in God

and cowboy.

At an early age, I knew I
wanted to be a rodeo cowboy

like my dad and his friends.

Chowchilla was a wonderful
place to grow up.

We'd catch frogs.

We'd go roller skating down the hills.

Go play in the mud.

In the irrigation ditches.

The town had no crime.

No crime at all.

You didn't have murders.

You didn't have a lot of big cases.

It wasn't uncommon to go

all night long on a graveyard shift

and the phone not ring one time.

In Chowchilla, the children could develop

a sense of basic trust.

And that is an important
foundation in early life.

That sense, that you can just
sort of trust the world.

It's one of the few towns in America

that had fewer bars than it had churches.

As a child, God was very real to me.

By the power of our living God...

We had angels, demons.

I could imagine Satan's army.

My dad said that we all have

a guardian angel

that keeps those demons at bay.

You imprint that on
a three year old's brain

and there is just no doubt.

At the time

we were in summer school.

We did arts and crafts, ceramics.

We got to go swimming.

I remember we had
actually started a petition

so that we could have an extra
two weeks of summer school.

'Cause we were having so much fun

we did not want it to end.

I have a large family.

I'm third youngest

in a family of eleven.

That day, I had three siblings on the bus

and two cousins.

We were little innocent children.

Okay, load 'em.

- Want to load em'? Come on.
- Yup.

Where we going?
Where are we going?

We're going home.
Take you home.

Ed Ray was the driver that day.

He was a local farmer.

You could tell, this man was
bucking his own hay.

Yet, he was so kind.

He knew all the kids by first name.

Knew most of their parents.

There's not a one of them

that didn't want to hug his back

when they got on the bus.

I remember mom would come get me

every day at noon all summer.

And the day before...

...the kidnapping,
I got into my mom's beer

and... tried to make some popcorn

almost burnt the house.

She walked in and said

"Okay, Mike, well,
your punishment is, you know

you're gonna have to ride
the bus home tomorrow."

That day, I was out in the orchard

with the teacher's daughter

messing around and stuff and, heh

the bus is starting
to leave at 3:30.

And, she's like,
"You better go get on the bus.

Buses are leaving."

So I took off running

and flagged down the last bus leaving

which was Edward's.

♪ Bending over
miles of cotton ♪

♪ Finally ruined
my daddy's back ♪

♪ As he overcompensated
for me ♪

When we loaded up on the bus

I went to the very back
so that I could be rowdy

and talk with my friends.

I was a very outgoing, outspoken child.

And I was constantly getting in
trouble on the bus for talking.

♪ As he pulled me through
that hot Chowchilla dust ♪

My brother Jeff was also on the bus.

He was one year ahead of me in school.

An honorable student.

Basically an all American kid.

Jeff was right in front of me,
by the way.

He was a sweetheart.

He was my ten-year-old boyfriend.

♪ As I'm falling through
the hot Chowchilla dust ♪♪

As a child, I was hyperactive.

I was such a problem on the bus

you couldn't keep me in a seat.

And me being me, I forgot to take my...

...meds that day.

I was moving seats.

Bugging this person
and hitting this person

and pulling this person's hair.

My sister Andrea

was sitting by me on the bus.

She was getting me to relax.

Basically, she was my best friend.

I remember, a lot of the
girls had a crush

on the 14-year-old cowboy, Mike Marshall.

He was definitely a
handsome, 14-year-old boy.

Never heard of him.

Never really seen him before.

Here is this kid

who comes out of complete obscurity

for the sole purpose...

...that God knew

what was about to happen.

We were driving home.

As usual, we were dropping kids off

along the way.

We're in the middle of the
orchards and fields.

We turn this corner...

...and Ed Ray stopped.

I'd like you to tell me,
in your own words first

uh, when you're riding the bus

just tell me what you remember.

There was this white van
parked on the road.

And then...

Two guys jumped out with guns...

...and one told Ed
to open his door.

So Ed opened the door.

And then the guy got in.

He had a pantyhose over his head.

He told Edward to go
to the back of the bus.

When Edward opened the door

one of the kids, Jeff Brown

he got up and said
"We didn't do it."

And everybody kinda laughed.

He thought it was a joke.

I was scared, so I ducked

under my seat.

Ed Ray got up and he moved to the back.

I went back over to my sister Andrea.

I held her hand.

The guy with a shotgun

he's scaring me with his gun.

They told everybody
in the first two seats

to go to the back of the bus.

And I was in the fourth seat.

Everybody was scared.

They kept their gun
pointed in the direction

of all of us children.

So it was the whole time

pointed at the children.

Even more scary was the pantyhose

that they had pulled over their face.

They were tight.

Smashing their nose down.

Their eyes were hollow.

They reminded me of demons.

And then all of a
sudden, we were driving.

I'm trying to figure out what's going on.

If I can figure out the why...

...to maybe I can
figure out a way to...

...interrupt what's
going to come next.

And we drive a little further
and the guy runs the bus

into a big slew.

It was a deep incline.

We were jostled all over the place.

When we finally stopped,
we saw another van.

Now there was a white van
and a green van.

The van drove right back

to the door of the bus.

And then they had all the kids

on the right hand side...

...go into the white van.

In that first group of
children was my brother.

He turned and looked at me down my aisle.

He gave me that look of

"You just need to be quiet."

And so I did.

I had seen enough TV shows

that I knew that

this was serious.

I was the first one

getting into the van.

Going through the door,
there's another guy

standing there like a statue

pointing his gun straight through.

So you had to go by him.

They had plywood all inside the vans

so that you couldn't see out or anything.

And then they backed
the second van up to the bus.

The other kids, we got in that van.

I was scared.

Because there was
absolutely no communication

from them on where we're going

or what they were gonna do with us.

And then they shut the doors.

I had fixed Michael, bacon and
tomato sandwiches for dinner.

At about 4:30...

...I started looking
for the bus.

It didn't come.

About 4:30, I got a phone call

from a parent that the children

hadn't arrived home after school.

I thought they've had a flat tire

or the bus has broken down
or something like that.

Then we received several more calls.

In 1976, the sheriff's office

had one patrol officer in Chowchilla.

There was only one little bitty office.

And one phone.

When the call came in
that the bus was missing

I said "what do you
mean missing?"

How does a school bus all painted yellow

in a small county, show up missing?

I put out all points full.

It was a summer session.

So the bus driver didn't
take the normal route

that he would take to drop children off.

So, we had to check everywhere.

I went all the way to the school

backtracked, looked down every street...

...every which way...

...didn't see anything.

I knew something was wrong.

The parents were congregating
at the police station.

'Cause, it-we were
getting really anxious.

We're trying to locate 26 lost children

along with their driver.

Never, in my wildest dreams...

...did I think something

major like this could
happen in Chowchilla.

It seemed like we were driven around

for like hours upon hours.

It was hot in that van.

It was just stifling.

Kids got sick
from the motion of the vehicle

and no food, no water.

I just felt like an animal
being taken to slaughter.

If you as a child

can be thrown into the back of a van

without any comforts,
they didn't care about us.

I told a few of my, um, little friends.

And I told them, be brave
'cause everything's

gonna be alright.

We thought that they might

be back there killing the guys on the bus

'cause we didn't know
what they were doing to 'em.

I was separated from my three sisters.

Were they alive?

Did they get left behind?

Andrea and I were together.

I took her hand.

There was some security there.

We prayed.

We sang "If you're happy and
you know it, clap your hands."

Nobody clapped their hands.

All of us have a wall

against getting totally overwhelmed.

And that wall is our defenses

our coping mechanisms, humor.

And when the wall

gets broken, that's trauma.

They wouldn't let us use the restroom.

I held myself all day.

I was in tears.

Because I was in physical pain.

Jeff didn't want me to be embarrassed

'cause he knew I was embarrassed.

And so Jeff wet his own pants

and took my hand and placed
my hand on his lap.

He said, "Look, I went,
you can go ahead and go."

Edward was very quiet.

I think he comprehended

that this was serious situation.

The kids were...

...asking me, you know
questions about when they were

gonna see their mommies and daddies

and... I think that they

believed that I would
tell them the truth.

I told them, "Yes, you will."

And I didn't lie.

I didn't tell them what...

...lifetime it might be.

We were looking for them everywhere.

Then I recalled one of my sergeants

he didn't have an airplane, but
he had another buddy that did.

So I asked him to get up in a plane.

My dad, Robert Gudgel, was well known

as a local aviator.

And he approached dad right here

to augment the search.

I remember going out

flying the airplane out over the ash slew

looking for the bus.

Dad took Brenda, slough
down here to the south

and dad is the one that spotted it.

It was difficult to see from the ground

because the sloughs
had quite a bit of trees.

They knew something

was terribly wrong at that point

when they found the empty bus.

I couldn't understand it.

I actually looked up in the sky.

"UFO's. What?"

"Where are the kids?
Where's Michael?"

This was a major case.

I called governor Jerry Brown's office.

I said I want every state agency

that has cars and radios in my office.

They said, "You got it."

In the meantime, nearby county's said

"What do you need? We'll
help you any way we can."

We set up roadblocks.

We were driving around for

seemed like hours and hours and hours.

Until they finally stopped.

And started hearing

sawing and hammering.

And now all of a sudden
the... door flies open.

They took Ed Ray out first.

And then they grabbed one of the kids.

Door flies shut again.

Few minutes would go by

they'd reach in, grab another kid.

And I scooted myself

way to the front of the van again.

I was trying to survive at that point.

I felt helpless.

That to me was-was scariest

because now we were
gonna find out what's going on.

When they opened the doors,
what did you see?

I saw...

...it was kind of like a tent

but it had three sides

and it had a roof on.

They had built this...

...stretcher and covered it

with some kind of a tarp.

And they had backed the van

underneath the stretcher.

And so it was enclosed.

I remember that my knees
gave a little bit just from

not having stood up

in for so long.

They asked me my name.

I couldn't pronounce my 'Rs.

So I was "Lawwy Pot."

And that's how they

wrote it down.

They asked me my name

and my age and they took my shirt.

So at that point it was just
me and my pink fuzzy swimsuit.

They took my purse, white leather purse

which had a little address book.

And I thought are you giving these guys

who are pointing guns at you...

...your address and phone number

where they can get the
rest of your family?

Finally it came down to
me and this little Monica

and... she was four years old.

Hardest parts that
sticks out of my head was

I had to either hand her over to them

or leave her there.

And I couldn't hand her over.

They escorted me...

...to a-there was a
hole in the ground

with a ladder coming out.

I looked down the ladder

and I could see Ed Ray.

The kidnappers gave him one flashlight.

I did not want to go down there.

I knew if I went down that hole

I was never coming back out.

Time froze.

And then Ed Ray...

...grabs my ankle

he says "Come on son,
it'll be okay."

Then I climbed down into there.

Inside this hole that we were in

we were in the dark again.

You couldn't really comprehend

at that point where you were.

I found my brother.

So I knew that he was alive.

My sisters were there.

When they let Monica come down

I was relieved.

Some of the younger children

were whimpering and crying.

I remember Jodi Heffington

was one of the older girls

who tried to keep the younger kids

calm, somewhat...

...and composed.

Some people just had that personality

of an older sister figure

that was there to help.

I looked around.

There were some mattresses
and some blankets.

There was a table in the back

and it has water around it.

I remember thinking I wanted
that water so bad.

And there was some food.

They had cereal, peanut butter, bread.

For us to use the restroom

they had cut out holes.

Like, we're okay, at least for now.

We're okay.
We're all alive.

We're all back together.

Suddenly they drop

like a manhole cover

over... the hole.

That's when we started

hearing that dirt.

You know, phhshhh!

We were being...

...covered up, buried
alive, you know.

I was a young news director at KQD

the public television station.

So, the news of the kidnapping came to me

on a wire machine.

I realized that this was a big story.

It was probably the story of the decade.

Possibly the story of the century.

News media just flooded the place.

The phone lines were jammed.

Both with reporters and anxious parents.

It was a great story for reporters.

A terrible event for parents.

Good evening.
There may never have been

as anguishing a mystery.

It was covered everywhere.

The bus has been found.

There are no signs of violence.

And there are only horrified

guesses as to what may have happened.

It led the newscasts.

Still no break in that
Chowchilla, California

school bus kidnapping.

It was internationally covered.

But in those early hours, of
course, nobody knew anything.

There are a lot of theories as to why.

You tell me what the theories
are, I will select one.

We have no theories at all.

What would you say about
the possible motive, then?

- Do you have a theory as to...
- No, I really don't. I don't really have
one.

Every half hour, ABC, CBS, NBC

all of 'em come in.
"Okay, what you can tell us?"

Given all that we've got,
frankly it's a very

baffling case because
we don't know any motive.

This morning authorities
organized more search parties

but we're still at a loss
without explanation.

It was a crime beyond imagination.

With reporters trying to get information

in any way possible.

Debbie Zilstra was the last child

to be let off the bus
before it disappeared.

'Had you ever seen any cars
following the bus before?'

No.

'You have any idea
who might've done it?'

No.

'Did you see anything
after the bus let you off?'

Nope.

The sheriff says the
only thing he's ruled out

at this point is the
possibility of a flying saucer.

And there are those in this area

who don't rule out
that possibility either.

There were people calling in
with conspiracy theories.

I remember talking to one person

going on and on about the son of Sam.

Must've received at least a 1000 calls

thinking it was
the "Zodiac Killer."

Or Moon, up in Oregon.

I mean, in the last few years
we've become used to

terrorist activity in this
country, unfortunately so.

'Is it a political act?'

That's speculation, sir.

Your guess is as good
as mine at this point.

You could hear these, like, exhaust fans

and if you went to the sides

you could feel air coming in.

Not air-conditioned air

but warm air circulating.

To me there was just very little air.

Very hard to breath.

After so many hours

it just becomes desperate.

Edward yells that

"Would you please

"open the door, I beg of you?

"Pretty please, pretty please let us out.

"I've got blank checks
if that'll help any.

Then he says "Everybody here
say, pretty please."

So we all start saying it.

And the guy wouldn't answer us.

Ed Ray and Mike Marshall...

...took the flashlight and
really started looking around.

Every crack and every crevice,
looking at the walls

they're looking at the
cracks on the ceiling.

We knew if we could get out

was to go through the top.

All the little kids, they started saying

"Try and move it."

Edward didn't want because
he thought we'd get hurt

if they caught us trying to get out.

We begged Edward "Please, try."

"You've gotta try,
we're gonna die in here."

"You've gotta get us out."

Ed Ray put his hands up and he

pushed on it a little bit.

Ed Ray is a stout man but man!

It was not moving.

The water was running out.

Nobody's come to find us.

And then the batteries on whatever fans

they had going, they just stopped.

I remember Andrea was
sitting by herself, praying.

Ed Ray got us all to calm down.

He had all 26 of us take a nap.

I don't know if it was the heat...

...but I kept going
back to camping trips...

...that I had
had with my family.

I could see the water.

Waiting for that monster fish.

I could...

...see us gathering around

the campfire, I could smell the smoke.

In the past hallucinations

were attributed to viruses

head injuries.

But what hadn't been
known before Chowchilla

is that pure fright

getting scared to death

could make you hallucinate.

One little child

saw right through
the ceiling of the hall.

Right through all the rocks and the dirt

that had been piled on.

And saw the scene of kidnappers

sleeping above them.

That was a complete mirage...

...and that came from
being traumatized.

When I woke up

something was wrong.

Dirt was coming in.

And dust.

It made like a plough...

Like that.

What's going on?

The only thing holding the roof in place

were four by fours

one on the ceiling

and then a post

holding it up.

You could hear the
screeching of the metal...

...and the roof...

...just gave.

It was terrifying.

There was dust and dirt

that was flying everywhere.

Thought we were gonna die right there.

That's when we thought
we would smother to death.

And then it finally stopped.

But, anyone that touched that beam

...the sand would trickle in.

So we couldn't move.

We-we had to stay put

wherever we were at.

We knew we wouldn't
last much longer in there.

Good evening. The California
National Guard today

joined state and local police

and the FBI in a giant search

for 26 Californian children.

There are no real clues

only an eerie silence

in a frightening and bizarre case.

Throughout much of this day

parents and other family
of the missing children

came to the command post set up
in Downtown, Chowchilla.

At that time, there was a 100 people

waiting for word and it was scary.

I want to express to you

the governor's concern, and my concern.

The California Highway Patrol Police

and if necessary, the National Guard

are available to assist in the search.

When somebody disappears for that long

and you have no word whatsoever

on where they might be,
you're scared to death.

'Do you have any children?'

I do and I would have had two children

on that bus but she woke up
sick yesterday morning

and I didn't send her.

And she was so...

My husband, Bob, he was in Canada

at the Calgary Stampede.

He was practically
in tears trying to get home.

I was able to sleep for a while

but as soon as I opened my eyes

it was like a ton of bricks hit me.

Guess now all that we can do is
to join with the families

and loved ones of those involved

and pray, pray hard for
their safe recovery.

We begged Edward, "Please try.

"You've got to try.
We're gonna die in here.

You've got to get us out."

I remember Edward

saying that

it looked like we were gonna have to

stay down there and kick the bucket.

Edward was fearful

that his actions...

...could cause harm

not only to him but to us.

But Mike didn't have that
sense of hopelessness.

You know, a little fear kind of hits you

but at the same time

it generates more...

...power.

I was trying to process it all

and I thought to myself

"If we're gonna die, we're gonna die

"getting the hell out of here, you know

we're gonna die trying."

They started stacking up mattresses

to get to the top.

Even a lot of the younger kids

took turns doing whatever it is

that their young little bodies can do.

We're not gonna die. This
is not how we're gonna end.

Jodie's job was to shine the flashlight

while Michael went up

and with all his might

gave his cowboy push.

All the kids are calling

"Mike, you can do it, Mike."

And I don't feel it move

or see it move

but all the kids

I just heard them say,

"it moved, it moved."

For the first time, I felt hope.

Kinda wondered if he was my angel.

My guardian angel that dad talked about.

At that point, we said,
"Edward you have to help him.

"You, we-we've got to get out of here.

We're going to die. We're
gonna suffocate in here."

Edward was fearful that

somebody was up there, just waiting.

But he finally went over and helped.

Ed Ray started pushing

with everything he had.

They knew something was on it

but we didn't know what it was.

And so he pushed up...

...and he got that
man-hole cover up

maybe about yay high.

And Mike Marshall
stuck his arm through there...

and started feeling
around to see what was

on top of the man-hole cover.

Mike got his hand in there

and just started doing this.

And together, they move
that man-hole cover back

just far enough that
a corner of a battery...

...could be seen.

That's not the battery in your car.

These bus batteries

weigh about 125, 150 pounds.

Had Ed Ray...

...slipped...

...had Ed Ray lost his grip...

...Mike Marshall would
have lost his arm.

I remember them
saying "watch out" and two

these two huge batteries

were dropped down
on the stack of mattresses.

And then Ed Ray had a good look.

Around this hole they made a square box.

Three feet high, something like that.

And that was so they-as they
were covering the van with dirt

that they wouldn't cover up the hole.

Edward squeezes me through this

half foot hole.

I get on top of it.

I start pounding on this box.

There was a box up there.

And he tried to bang his way out...

...but he couldn't do it.

And then they got me up there with them.

We both tried with our backs
to push up, push up.

We couldn't do it so
Mike tried with his feet

and I tried with my back...

...and still we couldn't do it.

All the seams were pretty well connected.

Mike said we need
something to pry it with...

And keep the part of box spring mattress

and was using the wood.

So, Robert got up there
with me for a while

and we started hitting and pounding

hitting and pounding.

Mike would slam

that corner

over and over and over.

It just seemed impossible.

I start digging underneath the plywood...

...and I realized
after I do that for a while

the material, rock and stuff

is f-falling down

outside of the plywood

into the hole I'm digging.

I thought maybe I could get weight...

...off the top.

And then I can pull it
out and I can scoop it

down inside the hole.

He was kicking dirt, throwing dirt.

- He kept digging.
- -I don't know how Mike maneuvered

up in that wooden box.

I don't know how long he was up there.

It was hours.

Our sense of time under scary conditions

is one of the most vulnerable senses

that we have.

The child who held the light

knew it was a long, long time.

I was, you know, drained, tired.

I had no energy.

I was exhausted.

My equilibrium was totally off

and I didn't know

what was up or down.

That's when Edward started

"Pretty please,
don't hurt him."

"Pretty please,
don't hurt him."

I could hear that in my ears,
ringing over and over.

"Pretty please don't hurt him.

He doesn't know
what he's doing."

And I'm starting to believe
that they are up there.

That to me was scary.

I tried to see if I could get
any weight off the top.

It moved like just a crack

and I looked through it

and plain as day...

...I was going up...

...in a door opening...

...and beyond that
was just pure darkness.

And you could tell there was somebody

in that darkness.

But I remember it vividly.

This was a hallucination

that he had dug into no place

that they were still
in horrible trouble...

...that they were
going to die anyway.

So he went back down

and he sat down and he thought

"But what am I digging for?

This is terrible,
I can't do this."

And then he decided "I'm gonna
go up there anyway."

I took a, you know, a little break

there, but, then I...

...something clicked in me.

I said to myself, "You're a cowboy.

"You're gonna get on that crazy ass horse

you're gonna do whatever it
is you gotta do."

I didn't care if they were up there.

I wasn't gonna give up.

From that point on, it didn't matter.

I started hitting stuff.

Hitting and pounding
and hitting and pounding.

And I pulled the chip out.

And then there was big crack.

I cracked the ceiling.

And then I almost got it open.

Stole some more and...

...and cracked it again.

It was... the most beautiful

ray of sunlight...

...that I had ever seen.

I just remember the light

and the air.

So much air, cool air.

Not knowing if they're up there

I kept thinking

we're getting creamed
or we're getting out.

And I think that's why

I didn't hesitate

to stick my head out.

As soon as I had it broke off.

Going up above the hole

I had no real chance

where it was.

It's these trees.

And it felt like we
were in the mountains.

There was nobody there.

I remember getting up

and looking around...

...off in the distance
was a big...

...big building.

And I was worried about that building

'cause maybe the kidnappers

were over there.

Edward got all the kids together

said we need to be quiet.

And, so, like a bunch of little ducks

we're just walking through the sand.

There were 27 of us.

And if they are around
here, we're pretty easy

target to see.

But then we saw someone coming...

...toward us, and I did not know

who it was or what they wanted.

And the guy's face was just like

"Oh my God!

"I saw you on the news.

Where in the hell
did you come from?"

We turned out to be in a rock quarry.

And in no time the
klaxon started sounding.

They had set off their-their alarm.

The children have been found.

They are in good shape.

The bus driver has been found.

He is in good shape.

There's no indication of any harm.

Detective Bernie Serving
and I were the first

to as I recall, to
arrive and make contact

with the bus driver and the kids.

Kids were actually

for the most part, calm.

They were a little bit
dirty looking, obviously

because they were buried in the ground.

We were in this big warehouse.

I remember they had a water cooler.

I would take my little cup
and I would pour it on my head.

And then I'd fill it up
and I'd pour it on my head

trying to get the dirt off me.

That evening we had the television on

and I thought, I heard him say

kids from Chowchilla, had been found.

I ran in there...

...jumped over the coffee table

turned the TV up

and sure enough...

...and I was so thankful.

My son Michael is fourteen

and he's alive and well

and he's coming home
and I can't wait to see him.

'What's the last 24
hours been like?'

Not very nice.

I wouldn't want to have
to go through it again.

Ever.

We had to decide how we're gonna

proceed with the interviews and things

and we decided it was best

to get them to a secure location.

So, we rode just a very short distance

to... the prison.

They sat us down
at all these little desks

and they had apples

and cartons of milk.

We were given inmate jumpsuits.

Their white jumpsuits to wear.

All those little kids got into 'em

and we had to roll the pants about

ten feet.

We sitting there flapping our arms.

We said, "Hey, we can fly"

and we pretend like we were gonna fly.

And then the police came in

and talked to us.

-'What is the situation?'
-'Go ahead.'

'I would generally describe
them in very high spirits.'

- Yeah. Has...
- They talk...

We asked who wants to
be talked to next and they all

put up their hand
and they're very jovial.

After that, they got us loaded up

in a Greyhound bus
to go home to Chowchilla.

When we got through Chowchilla

there were lights everywhere,
people everywhere.

Just a sea of people.

It was just a mob.

A very nice gentleman

carried me off the bus...

...and put me in my mom's arms.

And I put my head on her shoulder.

It's wonderful. You can't say
there's enough words to-to

you know, describe
how it feels, you know, I'm...

Uh, I'm just so happy, I could cry.

'Come here, Mike.'

Reporters are all over

asking me what happened.

And I started

to talk to him and then
just out of nowhere

Principal Tatum stepped in

and said, "Why don't we just
give him a break, boys?

You know, let him go
home and get some sleep."

And so we got in the car and left.

There was my chance to tell the world

what happened
to getting out and everything.

I didn't do it. I let
the grown-ups do it.

7 o'clock, we got dug out.
I handed the kids up

to the other boys and we got out.

We all got home safe.

As miraculously as they had disappeared

the children of Chowchilla
returned to their parents

due to the heroic efforts

of their bus driver, Ed Ray.

We were calm, but the kidnappers

were still out there.

You knew they were someplace,
but you didn't know where.

You know, it was still a mystery.

You had no answers to this mystery.

I had a lot of agents out there

following leads
on who might have done this.

I had all the state.
I had all the FBI.

And my own people, of course, too.

The following morning
I was directed to go out

to the site where they were buried.

I had a whole crew of people

looking for any evidence we could get.

'This is a place where
they've cut a hole in the roof'

and made an exit and, uh,
ingress and egress.

The only people into the hole

have been a couple of
sheriff's criminalists.

The sheriff's office is
working very carefully

'cause they hope to find clues

which will lead them to the kidnappers.

The crime scene

was a mysterious hole in the ground.

There was some notion that
it might be a cave.

An underground room.

It took us a while to understand

that it was in fact a moving van.

By today's standards
uh, it wasn't a 40 foot van.

It was a fairly short 27 foot moving van.

When you think about it, to have 26 kids

confined in that kind of a chamber

I was flabbergasted.

The search for these
suspects is now, of course

what is preoccupying authorities

being sought are three men and two vans.

We don't know what color they are now.

They were purchased
in November in Alameda.

'Information on
the registration is all phony.'

'So we don't know who
we're looking for yet.'

At that time, we were looking for

any information we could get.

'We have no hard evidence.'

We had multiple conversations

with law enforcement.

My brother and I helped with

composite drawings

to help identify the kidnappers.

This is the latest composite.

We have no names
whatsoever at this point.

'Is this from the memory
of the children?'

'Uh, yes.'

And then information had been developed

on the investigative side about the vans.

The kidnap vans were found

in a one story commercial building

in southeast San Jose.

Reports say a rental agent told police

a young man rented the place
about six months ago.

The bus driver, Ed Ray

was brought to the warehouse
by authorities.

It is assumed
Mr. Ray will attempt

to identify those vans.

When they recovered the vehicles

they also recovered
other key pieces of evidence.

They found a 12 gauge shotgun

which is probably the one that was used

when they made the
stop of the, uh, school bus.

We found lumber material.

The same lumber as

two by fours that were
picked up at the quarry.

Number of mattresses

the same mattresses that had
been put into the trailer.

They also located a Cadillac...

...that had been
completely spray painted

flat, black.

Even the hubcaps.
It was very strange.

'Did you see them
working on these things?'

'Were they painting? What
were they doing inside there?'

- I don't know.
- 'Did they talk?'

I can't see because of the wall.

They've recovered what looked like

some kind of a journal, diary.

They had encrypted it into
some kind of unusual writing.

Never seen anything like that in my life.

I was scared, I was actually

still scared of those kidnappers.

"Where they're at, what they're doing

are they following us?"

They know where we live,
they know our addresses

they know our phone numbers.

It was really overwhelming for me.

A lot of them are scared to let
their kids out of the house.

I know my wife's got
a girlfriend across town

that says she won't let
her kids out of the house.

We were in a panic.

We did not like

sleeping in the windows

and every sound...

...sent us running.

The first real breaks in the case came

when the former employee from the quarry

called up and said that he
had made notes in a ledger

that they maintained
during their patrols...

...that he had seen men working

with a CAT bulldozer

and he also noted that
there were two moving vans

parked on the site.

One time, he said he found a young man

working in one of the scrap yard areas

and when he confronted that individual

he found his identification
said that he was Frederick Woods

and he was the son of the owner.

One of the things we learned

was that the Woods family

they weren't from the Central Valley

they were from the Bay Area.

From the very nicest suburbs
of the Bay Area.

In fact, Woods has an
illustrious double name.

Frederick Newhall Woods.

When the Gold rush was
happening in California

Henry Newhall ended up amassing

a great fortune.
148,000 acres

up and down the state of California.

Railroad towns were named after him.

They owned Magic Mountain.

Why would these people be involved?

Was it a thrill crime?

Next day and I was asked

to serve a search warrant
on the Woods estate.

When we opened these doors up

and went in to the actual mansion

everything in there was expensive.

Very fancy cut crystal statues.

The place was littered

literally, with old vehicles.

It had antique Rolls Royces

and Bentleys.

All kinds of military

war surplus type jeeps.

It was really something to see.

There is a-a separate building

opposite the mansion.

It was a series of garages.

We had been told that Fred

slept above the garages.

We went upstairs.

The place was full of junk.

You could barely walk across the room.

Old movie cameras.

There was a bunch of
them all over the place.

And there was a desk

and that's where he
had a kind of an envelope

like a manila type envelope.

It had the plan.

The actual plan of how

the sequence of the kidnapping

was supposed to go down.

And inside that, there
was a jack-in-the-box bag

that on their backside of it
had been written the names

and the ages of all of the children.

But probably the most telling

evidence was the ransom note
that was found

in that envelope.

And at that point, it started to gel

as to who was responsible for this.

Fred Woods, the suspect's father

was very cooperative.

Told me, he tried
to get his son interested

in the family business.

His son got interested

in these old cars.

He developed a business

of refurbishing old cars

and selling them.

He had gone into partnership

with a friend from high school

named James Schoenfeld.

His brother, Rick Schoenfeld was involved

but he was more of a
hanger-on to the other two.

The brothers, their father was a, uh

a foot specialist.

They were upper middle class.

They're always very polite and outgoing

and if we saw them outside

they always chatted with us.

Very friendly boys.

We were really shocked

that these were three young men

that came from very affluent families.

I was dumbstruck.

'Why do you suppose that they
would do something like that?'

I don't know. They
didn't have enough to live.

Fred Woods is...

What was he after money for?

He had more money than the town had.

Now we know who these people are.

So we just followed our noses.

Acting on evidence
discovered at the house

law enforcement authorities

have just issued all points bulletins.

Suspects are considered

armed and dangerous

arrest on probable cause.

The investigators worked 24 hours a day

and found out that

Fred and James Schoenfeld took off.

Fred went to Vancouver.

He used a fake ID to get in

checked into a hotel.

While Woods is up in Canada,
he's writing letters

from a post office
asking friends for money.

Jim Schoenfeld drove his car
up to the border...

...and tried
to enter the border.

He had weapons in the car
but they didn't arrest him.

They bought him a soda.
They were nice to him.

Gave him the guns back
and turned him around.

Good evening, the FBI is
looking all over the country

tonight for Frederick Woods
and James Schoenfeld.

Two of the three men
suspected of kidnapping

26 children in California last week.

The third man,
Schoenfeld's younger brother

turned himself in.

In Oakland, California, last night

Richard Allen Schoenfeld surrendered.

He walked into the Alameda County

district attorney's office along with

his father and a lawyer.

The attorney said Richard surrendered

for his own protection.

James tried to get into
Canada one more time.

He had gotten rid of most of the weapons

but he had one more weapon
that he didn't know about

that Fred had hidden in the vehicle.

So they turned him around
finally gave up on that

and started heading back home.

James Schoenfeld was
captured at dawn today.

His lawyer said he'd gotten
tired of running, had called

and said he'd turned himself in
at 8:00 this morning.

The police closed in an hour before that.

The third suspect, Fred Woods

was arrested at the main Vancouver

post office after Royal
Canadian Mounted Police

had been tipped by the FBI.

They say the 24-year-old suspect

was unarmed and did not put up a fight.

He appeared nervous, a little cocky

but mostly disinterested

in talking to reporters.

No comment.

What do you think about the
charges against you in court?

I'm telling you, no comment.

'Any concerns about
going to California at all?'

With you?

The kidnappers had hit this town

right in its heart

by taking those children.

The community took it quite personal.

Saying we're upset is very, very mild.

It was voiced... around
town that quote

"All we need is a good old
fashioned street hanging."

End quote.
Literally that was said.

These were three men

who were so hated

stationed on top of
the police station, a sniper.

On top of City Hall, a sniper.

All in the means of protecting them.

Inside, both woods and James Schoenfeld

spoke with a firm voice, showing no fear.

They were ordered held on one
million dollars bond each.

The biggest question in this bizarre case

is still unanswered.

Were there political motives

psychological motives

motives of revenge?

No one seems to know.

When I interviewed Fred

he said that he and his dad
weren't very close.

He wasn't doing what
his dad expected him to do.

They were always bickering about

him dropping out of college

and he wanted his own money

so he didn't have to rely on his father.

'Turn to your left.'

James told me that

they were gonna make
a movie to make money.

And that's how the whole thing started.

They turned out a movie script
called Chain Reaction

and it was an amalgam of the
Patty Hearst kidnapping case.

"The French Connection"
and "Dirty Harry."

You've got to ask yourself one question.

' "Do I feel lucky?"'

Well, do you, punk?

And it didn't happen.

During this time, they also learned

that the state had a surplus of funds.

So they were trying to think of

how can we get ransom from the state?

So then that led them
to kidnapping a school bus

because the state runs the school system.

Again, they were obviously influenced

by the original, "Dirty Harry" movie.

♪ Row row row your boat ♪♪

What's the matter with you?
Don't you sing?

In the final scenes

of the movie, you had

an individual who hijacks

a bus full of children

and they end up in a rock-quarry.

Fred was the leader who started it.

But Fred didn't have the ability

to plan something like this by himself.

And he thought that Jim Schoenfeld

probably was the more efficient planner

and had, in fact, he's the one
who wrote the journal

that was found at the storage unit.

When they decoded these writings

James Schoenfeld was asking himself

"What would happen as
a result of this crime?"

James had to make a decision.

He decided to make money with Fred Woods.

For 18 months

they were researching

different targets.

They had maps

where they circled all the schools

they were considering.

They were able to get identification

in different names

to purchase the things they needed.

They went out to the quarry
in the cover of darkness

to bury an entire transport van.

They obtained weapons.

Many, many weapons.

To collect the ransom money,
they wanted the government

to fly the ransom money
and drop it at a location.

They had intended to have an airdrop

over the Santa Cruz Mountains.

In fact, the Cadillac
was intended to be used

to pick up the ransom money

and they wanted it not to be seen.

They wanted it to blend in
for a night time operation.

All the way through, they thought that

they had thought of everything.

But the night of the kidnapping

they weren't able to call in
their ransom demand

because the phone lines were so jammed.

They decided to go home.

Fred Woods had a late night dinner

with his parents like any other night.

Then the news came out

that the children had freed themselves.

The children are home.

Rick and James Schoenfeld

came over to the property

and planned their escape from there.

When the children escaped

that kind of destroyed
their whole plan right there.

With all three suspects behind bars

the grateful towns people today

honored their hometown hero.

The local politicians decided

that we needed to celebrate the heroes

that came from this horrendous event.

And so the town had

what they called,
"Ed Ray Day."

Me and the 25 kids have
something to give to Edward.

Thank you.

Edward was a very humble man.

He didn't ask for the publicity

and he didn't ask for all the attention

that came his way.

The press assumed that Edward saved us.

And he, from that point on, was the hero.

And that is true.

Edward kept us all together

and Edward helped us get out.

But Edward was not the only hero.

I was telling people,
Mike Marshall dug us out.

It was Mike that dug us out.

But nobody was listening.

That day, I could see that Michael

was really depressed.

I remember thinking to myself

"Why am I feeling like this?

"What's wrong with me?

"Hey, you know what, who cares?

We all got out, we're all out.
That's what matters."

I felt...

...guilty for feeling bad.

Mike was not gonna boast
about what he did.

That just wasn't Mike.

All the children know.
We all know the story.

We were there for it.

So we do know what

everybody did and everybody's role.

But I don't think any of us
really went out and spoke.

We were just children.

We were still just trying to
process what happened.

That day was supposed to be

the day of honoring us.

They put a plaque in there

with all of our names.

But a lot of us were still in that hole.

When we got home, I thought

life would be... okay.

Even though the kidnappers
were actually arrested...

...it didn't stop my mind

from going over

what happened, what could have happened.

I can remember
having nightmares immediately.

My mom tells me
that I started sleepwalking.

And I would come into their room just

in shock and tell them,
they're killing me.

We're driving down the road

and there happens to be a van.

Whether its telephone company or PG&E

or just a-a vehicle beside the road.

"Go on past, mama, don't stop.
Don't slow down."

My self esteem at that point
just really started...

...to go down.

I hated sleeping.

I hated going to sleep

because every night
I was having nightmares.

I could hear Andrea screaming.
She could hear me screaming.

"Mom! Mom! Mom!"

Those demons were gonna keep us forever.

I knew Michael was having trouble.

He was also screaming
and hollering in his sleep.

I put myself back in there

thinking about how I was gonna die.

Our family was just turned inside out.

Didn't know how to fix it.

Didn't know who to talk to about it.

We left, went on the road.

Tried to forget it, get past it.

And the school did not offer

any help to those kids.

Like counseling, whatever.

I can't visibly see any problem now.

Whether or not, you know,
there's some psychological scars

I-I certainly wouldn't know.

But, you know, it's just kind of
on the surface.

I can't pull anything out.

Not once.

The kids were totally forgotten.

You know, there was no

ground laid for anything like this.

Yet back then it was, uh...

"Go to Disneyland."

"Go to Disneyland."

Alliance Club Group in Los Angeles

paid for a trip to Disneyland

as a way to somewhat overcome

the trauma that we had faced.

And so it was, for a moment

a chance to get away from Chowchilla

and go see Mickey and Minnie.

They held a parade for us.

I believe the way
our parents were convinced

was that they were giving us therapy

some kind of therapy.

The trip to Disneyland

was an intrusion into the nightmare.

That's all it was.

In 1976

there was a word,
childhood trauma out there

but nobody knew exactly what it was.

'When one is traumatized'

the sense of gut basic trust goes.

While I was in training
as a child psychiatrist

and I wanted to find out
what happens to children

who get frightened to death...

...and don't die.

And that started the Chowchilla study.

No one other than
Dr. Terre was

even trying to be helpful.

She told us right up front

she was writing a paper

for the American Medical Journal.

She was interviewing the kids.

She also listened to them.

I remember seeing various kinds
of statements that were made.

The kids were not okay.

Somebody got a psychiatrist
to come to town

and he made a prediction.

He said, "One kid in this twenty-six

is going to have a problem."

But what happened was

that no parent wanted to admit

that his kid was the one in twenty-six.

By the time I got out there

a hundred percent of those kids
were having problems.

Mom and dad were told not to come in

when we have nightmares.

They said that if they are going in

when we have nightmares, that we...

They are rewarding our behavior
of having the nightmares.

And if they stop rewarding the behaviors

we'll stop having nightmares.

Andrea became very introverted.

Where she had been outgoing before...

...she preferred
to hide in her room.

Some of them became afraid to really get

intimate with anybody.

She would not hug me.

I would tell her that I loved her

and she would just ignore it
like it was never said.

The Chowchilla children

had the worst idea about their futures.

In the unconscious,
we are undestructible.

We are, we are...

...gonna live forever.

After trauma? That's not true.

You buy it that you're gonna die.

In California, yesterday,
three young men pleaded guilty

to the kidnapping a year ago

of 26 school children
and their bus driver.

The men pled not guilty
to different charges

that carry a life sentence
without parole.

Prosecutor David Manir
is also trying to show

that there was far more bodily harm

inflicted on the kidnapped victims.

Where you have conditions
of total darkness

of not enough food or water

extremely hot conditions of
panic among the children.

That should be enough
to constitute bodily harm

even if you don't have broken bones.

Physically, the children
had a bruise or two.

There was a cut or two.

They had a little bit of urinary trouble

which cleared up.

So the defense said, "No harm."

As you gentlemen
who have seen the transcript

know there's very little
physical damage at all

and practically it's-it's non existent.

'What about the emotional damage
that they talked about?'

'Is that possible?'

There is no case in California

that I know of that holds that

emotional damage is bodily injury.

I couldn't believe it.

The mind and the brain,
that's not bodily harm?

What you do to a person's mind?

What you do to a
young child's developing mind?

Bus driver Ed Ray

was among the early arrivals

at the Alameda County Courthouse

closely followed by some of the children

who were kidnapped
with him in July of last year.

So the children had to be brought in

had to testify about the injuries

that they sustained.

They had to face the kidnappers
in that courtroom.

I can remember my mom saying

that the kidnappers would be in the room.

I was so scared.

Ed Ray explained how he and the children

were placed in two airless vans

and how the children wept

and he feared suffocation.

Jodi Heffington fell to tears
on the witness stand

as she attempted to tell her story

of the kidnapping and being
entombed underground.

When they took me into the courtroom

I can remember sitting in the jury box

and I felt like I could barely see

'cause I was so little.

I remember not looking
at the kidnappers like

I'm gonna do what I got to do

and I'm gonna get out of here.

I told them the harm

that they caused to us

was because of the conditions
that they put us in.

And as I finished and I walked out

I just started bawling.

It was extremely brave of them
to take the stand.

'You think they should
ever be released?'

- No, I don't think they should.
- 'Why?'

Did you know they was gonna
come back and release us

if we didn't get out?

We were buried under the ground, man.

After 16 days of grueling testimony

Judge Deegan found all three men guilty.

Deegan, "This was an ordeal of terror

"and that, to me, causes suffering.

Suffering is in itself
physical harm."

Finding out that my kidnappers got life

without the possibility of parole

was exactly what we had hoped for.

But just when survivors felt

that they can find some
sort of peace with it

the kidnappers filed appeals.

And in 1980

the appellate court agreed

and reversed the sentence.

The kidnappers had plenty of money

and plenty of time

and a very good attorney

and said, mental harm isn't bodily harm.

They could be out after 25 years.

We thought we were safe, you know?

That was and still is
like a slap in the face.

What was the worst part of it for you?

I really didn't think we were
gonna get out. My brother did.

But I didn't think we were gonna
get out 'cause I didn't know

what was gonna happen to us
or if they'd ever let us out

or if we'd run out of food
or die or what.

I just figured that was it.

After the trial is done

I couldn't progress past the kidnapping.

My self esteem took a large blow.

I didn't want anybody knowing

everything that I had been through.

But everybody in Chowchilla
knew about the kidnapping

so I had a lot of eyes watching me

at that point in time.

And then, unfortunate for us

five years after the kidnapping

my brother was in industrial accident

with my dad and my brother was killed.

About 300 people attended Jeff's funeral.

Many standing outside
because the chapel was full.

I felt so betrayed by God

that he got me through the kidnapping...

...and then took away
my beloved brother.

The spotlight was on us again.

We had reporters at our house
all the time.

My small family at that point crumbled.

My parents divorced.

That small town became
so suffocating for me

that I couldn't go to school
without stares.

I couldn't go to school without
people talking behind my back.

I couldn't go to school without somebody

saying, "I am so sorry."

And my mom and I made the decision

to leave Chowchilla.

I left during
my junior year of high school.

I was a class officer.

I was a cheerleader.

I was involved in everything.

I gave it all up so that we
could move away

and I could be a nobody.

I just wanted to be nobody.

When they get to be adults

childhood trauma doesn't just go away.

In fact, some of it gets worse.

I was about 19 or twenty

going out and getting...

...hammered, blackout drunk

every single night.

I just didn't want to remember
anymore about kidnapping.

I just wanted it to go away.

Around the four or five year mark

he was in trouble

as a rodeo rioter.

It was such a shame

that he had lost this pride in himself.

And some of that pride

from having been the kid's hero

had been robbed from him

by the town's response.

He was never acknowledged.

I didn't know who I was anymore.

That cowboy part of me went away.

I'm still alive.
I still walk and talk.

But still the way I feel inside me

what they'd done to me...

...they could never feel

what-what they put us through.

Alcohol helps with that in a big way.

Over the years, everything
just overwhelmed him.

He got more and more in...

...into the hole.

I was drinking and using it

and all that to the point
where I'd been to seven rehabs.

Was living in insanity.

Before the kidnapping

I could see so much light

ahead of me, see my future.

But then after the kidnapping

I couldn't see anything.

The kidnappers have been
having parole hearings

since the early 1980s.

Many of the survivors wanted to
participate in the process.

Jodi Huffington attended
almost every hearing

having to face each of the kidnappers

every five years.

They did a number of emotional damage

to-to all of-all of us

including our families, our parents.

Um... our lives were never
the same after that, ever.

During the kidnapping

Jodi Heffington
was one of the older girls

who was like a older sister figure

to a lot of the kids.

She was the one kid
who held the flashlight

the whole time
and stood steady as anything.

She became one of our
strongest advocates.

Her and Melinda Correjo
have gotten in the car

and driven hours to the Bay Area

to be there in person numerous times.

What they did, they should stay there.

It was on the victims to fight
for them to be in jail.

If they had not been
going to the parole hearings

they'd have been out
in probably 1980 something.

At one hearing,
they actually shut me down

because I was so angry.

One of the guards led me away.

It was one thing that they hurt me

but they completely shattered my family.

Andrea had dissociated from the family

and left Chowchilla.

My mom lost faith

in my dad as a protector.

I was surviving day to day.

Hated my life, hated myself

and hated everyone around me.

Park has had trouble with the law

spent some time in prison.

He's doing better now, he says

but still struggling.

If they want me to believe
that they're ready...

...they're gonna have to let me
see him cry.

They're gonna have to let me
see him cry for me

and for my sister and my family.

When they would go to the parole hearings

it would be the responsibility
of the victim

to say what their story is.

My mom talked about
how she didn't feel safe

around men, her depression

her struggles with addiction issues.

What they don't tell you

is that you're not just
gonna speak your piece
for one time.

They never got rest.

The kidnappers were denied
parole for many, many years.

It wasn't until after 2010

that there was public support for them.

A rally was held today
in San Francisco by supporters

demanding parole for the kidnappers.

Several high profile
politicians and families

became involved in advocating for parole.

This includes Gavin Newsom's father

who was an appellate judge.

Nobody was physically injured.

Huge factor in the case.

And Dale Fore who was part of
the investigative team

from Madera county when

the Chowchilla kidnapping case occurred.

What's right is right.

How much time you want out of these guys?

He was one of the people
who assured us that

none of the kidnappers
would ever get out.

He started working for Fred Wood's team.

He knew many of the survivors
and at times

he approached them and offered them money

to come and support parole
to change their position.

He had offered me personally

at one point to make some money.

He wanted me to write letters in support

of parole for the kidnappers

and I let him know
I was not the kind of girl

that could be bought.

The next parole hearing

one of the kidnap victims

showed up with Dale as her support person

with letters in support of release.

Don't ask me nothing.

It was a complete,
like, betrayal to everyone.

Over the years

there was an anger building in me

that infested...

...absolutely every aspect
of my life.

I was replaying the
kidnapping constantly.

I wanted to torture those men.

I would fantasize...

...about the different ways

that we could get them.

I was in a prison

of my own making...

...and I decided to pray.

I said, "God forgive 'em,
because I can't.

God bless 'em,
because I can't."

And I realized

"God, forgive 'em,
because I won't."

And God, he said

"I can work with the truth.

We can move forward from here."

Larry park decided to go through

the restorative justice process

and that's a process

that assists survivors

that choose to,
to talk to their offender.

To come to closure if it helps them.

So I got to go in...

...and I said, "I was your
victim for 36 hours."

But for the last 38 years,
I've been my own victim.

I told them that I forgave them...

...but forgiving them
wasn't enough.

I had spent my lifetime...

...hating them, and so I asked...

...for their forgiveness.

A man convicted of kidnapping
a bus full of children

in Chowchilla more than
35 years ago is now free.

The California Department of Corrections

released Richard Schoenfeld last night

from a San Luis Obispo prison.

In 1976 he kidnapped 26 children.

A crime that held the nation
with great concern.

When the youngest kidnapper got out

that's when the panic attacks
started happening.

And the worry, all these feelings come up

that you hadn't felt in so long.

I was kind of nauseous

and then very tearful

because first-I think first
of other children.

I prepared myself because
I knew that his brother

would be not too soon after that.

After nearly 40 years behind bars

James Schoenfeld will soon be
out of prison and on parole.

News of the latest release

did not go over well with the victims.

This led all the prisoners
who hurt someone

and hurt their families.
Just let's let them all go.

Jodi went into a huge depression.

She would say, "Lynda, it's all my fault.

It's all my fault they're
getting out. It's all my fault."

And I said, "We have
as much responsibility

as you do to keep them in."

She couldn't get out of bed no more.

And it was just, she was so weak.

Because she was just drinking so much

and she wouldn't eat
because she was so depressed.

And she basically just couldn't

process life the way she was supposed to.

And my mom just did her best

for as long as she could.

And it was their fucking fault.

While the Schoenfelds in prison

seemed to behave according to the rules

Woods was different.

It was discovered that
he was conducting businesses

including a Christmas tree
farm, a gold mine.

And he continued to purchase
and collect cars

while he was incarcerated.

He was able to acquire

contraband cell phones

and use them to conduct the businesses.

The extent that Fred Woods
involved himself

in every small detail was staggering.

- This is a prepaid call from...
- Fred.

An inmate at the county
Correctional Facility.

Hey, Mike, it's Fred,
what's the deal about

the generator being screwed up?

Listen, I need green-dark numbered...

Also the title the truck is...

One of the more astonishing things

that Fred Woods has possession

of the two kidnap vans

that the children and the bus driver

were transported in

because he thinks the value

will increase because of their notoriety.

It's not any sentimental value.

This is Fred's continuing obsession

I would call it with money.

It's amazing, because
he didn't even need the money.

The Woods family set up a trust.

They wanted to pass on
what they could to their son...

...and it was estimated
in one filing

to be a $100 million.

Money that woods, even as
an inmate had access to.

The hearing came up pretty quick.

It was really difficult

because we have just recently lost Jodi.

But the community came together and said

"Okay, we got to
not just do it for ourselves

do it for Jodi and Jeff
and... each other."

This is the 17th subsequent life parole

consideration hearing
for Frederick Woods.

Only the inmate and his attorney

were in the prison.

Everybody else was on remote.

Here we are wondering if
rehabilitation has o-occurred.

Is rehabilitation running
businesses out of a jail cell

sneakily smuggling contrabands
such as cell phones

in and out of prison without regard

to rules, regulations, and authority?

He should not be released.

His mind is still evil.

And he is out to get what he wants

with no regret for the safety of others.

Mr. Woods has not
changed for the better

in the 45 plus years
he's been incarcerated.

He's gotten to heal.

And my mother was
never granted that chance.

From 1976 to when she died two years ago.

The biggest question
the commissioners had

was from the lead commissioner, uh

who asked why Woods
was so fixated on money.

I've always said I needed the money.

Well, I didn't need the money.
I wanted the money.

I've learned that in the last few years.

That was a mistake on my part.

I was totally wrong
with this way of thinking.

I've had a thinking change.

I felt that he still wasn't...

...wholly truthful and that he
still showed some of the same

characteristics that he did
at the time he planned this.

I wonder if he
understands that the trauma

the physical and emotional
trauma, is life altering.

That was really very sad

thinking how we've worked so hard.

I feel that I did everything
I could possibly do

but I had to let go

of the thought that I had
th-that control.

If that kept me in dark place

for too much longer

it would be overwhelming.

The thing about this case
that made it unique

was the continuing impact of
the crime on the children.

In 1976, we thought
they would just get over it.

But all were deeply affected.

Dr. Tear once called
the children

little pioneers of medicine

because they so helped
in the understanding

of childhood trauma.

They paved the way for us to understand

more contemporary things.

What happens when you force children

away from their parents at a border.

What happens to children

at some of these horrible
school shootings.

Because of the Chowchilla kidnapping

there were counselors at
Columbine after the shooting.

There are counselors at
nightclubs after shootings.

Chowchilla children are heroes.

And they continue to teach us

what childhood trauma is.

Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight

fifty years after the fact.

We are in an area that
is prone to tornadoes.

It's very common to have a storm shelter.

So we actually purchased one.

We weren't able to submerge
it in the ground

because that's just a little bit
too traumatic for me.

My family knows that
it's a struggle for me.

They work with me on that.

I'm thankful to my
parents for encouraging me

to try to grow and give back.

To show that this one
event has not defined me.

I focused on putting my energy towards

positive things in my life.

So I chose education.

And I went back to Chowchilla

and taught in Chowchilla
at Avi Dairyland.

And I take the responsibility.

My eyes are always watching the children

making sure they are safe
every second in the classroom.

I chose making a difference that way.

For 34 years

I was nothing but a survivor.

Today I am a reverend.

A Christian counselor.

And I am a friend.

I wake up in the morning

I say my rosary and I step out...

...in faith.

I never gave up.

Not completely.

Because I was taught at six years old

by a 14 year old boy, you don't give up.

You keep digging.

- How are you?
- Good.

1977, it's the last time
that I saw Mike Marshall.

Do you know I'm standing with my hero?

I can't believe what he did.

I still can't believe it.

I appreciate that.

Thank you.

Thank you so much, Mike.

I didn't realize how much...

...it would help me to...

...understand and
to actually hear...

...one of the kids
tell me that I saved

their lives and that they were grateful.

Not very many people that,
you know, can... relate.

When I was a kid, I wanted to
be a rodeo cowboy like my dad.

I would see myself far in the future

rodeoing for a living.

But woke up at about...

...forty-eight years old
with a...

...blurry hangover.

But, then, getting sober, is amazing.

It's to have a life.

And, uh, to be grateful for every day.

It's taken a while to
c-come back and rodeo.

But once you're a cowboy,
you're always a cowboy.

'Cause it's in your heart.

So, I'm gonna cowboy up tomorrow and go

to this rope in here in Chowchilla

and... stick some steers.

'Five, Lisa Jones, Jeff Cabal.'

'Six, Adam Silvera,
Spencer Mitchell.'

'Seven, Tateville, Jimmy Joe.'

God has a way of making things

come full circle in his timing.

'Mike, you're up.'

♪ Bending over
miles of cotton ♪

♪ Finally ruined
my daddy's back ♪

♪ As he overcompensated ♪

♪ For an education lack ♪

♪ As a kid I rode behind him ♪

♪ On his canvas cotton sack ♪

♪ And every day say
500 pounds a buzz ♪

♪ As he pulled me through ♪

♪ That hot Chowchilla dust ♪

♪ When I grew too big to ride ♪

♪ I got myself an old sew sack ♪

♪ Mama sewed me on a harness ♪

♪ And strapped it on my back ♪

♪ Daddy headed for the fields ♪

♪ And as I stepped
into his track ♪

♪ I ain't sure ♪

♪ But I think my mom cussed ♪

♪ As I followed him through
that hot Chowchilla dust ♪♪