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[ '80s soft rock playing]

[ shuts off shower]

♪

[ knock on door]

What's up?

You know Lindsey Dunlay?

No.

Court-appointed child psychologist.

I went to high school with her.

Oh, yeah? What she want with us?

Case of hers--

Sean Morgan was arrested for a strong-arm.

Judge sent him to Lindsey for evaluation.

And?

When he was three, Sean witnessed his mother's murder.

The case was never solved.

Lil!

Hey, Lindsey.Hey.

This is my partner Scotty Valens.

How you doing?Hey. Good.

So, uh, what was she like in high school?

She'll never tell, right?

Let's just say Lilly and I never made the year book.

[ chuckles]

The holy terror is over there.

What's his deal?

17-year-old thug in the making.

RUSH: Sean came up in foster care?

I'm hoping the judge goes easy,

'cause in another year he gets the big time.

What was the robbery?

Purse snatching off an LOL.

Done two others just like it.

He's next to hopeless.

But it seems like he has some real memories

of his mom getting killed.

That's why I called you.

He never told anyone about it?

No one that believed him.

Sean, this is Detective Rush who I told you about.

My partner Detective Valens.

Partners, huh?

You hit that yet?

I know I just misunderstood you, Sean.

I'm about to turn 18.

If he don't man-up real soon,

maybe you and I could hook it up.

Yeah, yeah, I'll think about it.

Sean, stop wasting their time and tell them about your mom.

RUSH: Lindsey said you had some specific memories

about her being killed?

I forgot 'em.

So you like stealing from old ladies, huh? That's impressive.

What do you know about it, smalls?

I know I got better things to do

than monkey with a kid trying to get attention.

Let's bounce.

I'm sorry. I thought this kid was different.

What?

You get ignored all the time, right?

Treated like what you say

either ain't true or worth crap.

Yeah, that's about it.

And here come two people

who want to listen to what you have to say

and you're letting us walk away?

You want your mom's case looked at, we're your chance.

And why should I believe you?

Look at me.

Am I lying?

Red and yellow balloons.

A train and the name "Bobby."

That's what I remember about her being murdered.

A 30-year-old waitress,

stabbed to death in her rowhouse in Mayfair.

No weapon recovered.

Got some prints, hair, but never a match.

Lady was butchered real good.

Gaping neck wound.

VALENS: three year old Sean sat with her all night like that.

No wonder he's a little s.o.b.

Who found the body?

Neighbor. Leon Kincaid.

Up early for a jog, heard the kid wailing, called 9-1-1.

Suspects?

She worked as a cocktail waitress

at a joint called Boilermakers.

Ton of interviews from there.

Patrons, co-workers... nothing stuck.

Jeffries is running the names again.

Maybe 15 years later someone's true colors have come through.

Anything on Sean's father?

The assigned's notebook says he was never in the picture.

No next of kin, landing Sean in foster care...

leaving us with red and yellow balloons,

a train and the name Bobby.

Pretty modest starting point.

Any luck for us?

Yeah. Your 9-1-1 caller, Leon Kincaid,

the guy's on the books.

RUSH: What'd he do?

Well, starting in '91,

been arrested for open lewdness, loitering,

and my personal favorite, prowling at night.

Any idea where Leon hangs out these days?

Yeah, he happens to be the top man at Germantown Dorsett Bank.

Leon Kincaid?

Yeah?

Detectives Rush and Valens. Can we have a minute?

Um... 0kay.

I'll be right back, Jodie.

This way.

About 6:00 a.m.

I'm out running and hear the kid bawling his head off,

so I go around the back

and look in, and, uh... it was just awful.

Did you know Rebecca?

Enough to say hello, that's about it.

Ever see anyone go in or out of her house?

Nah.

Pretty girl, right?

I guess.

Ever ask her out?

[ chuckles]

Like I said, we never really spoke, so, uh...

I'm sorry, I'm not much help.

Uh, but I should get back.

To Jodie?

Pardon?

Need to get back so he can look over her shoulder,

down her blouse.

Busty girl.

VALENS: We know about you, Leon.

We know you've had your trouble

with boundaries.

I never hurt anyone.

I never touched.

Did my probation, got counseling.

Good for you.

But in '89, you were just getting revved up.

Hey, Leon, you registered as a sex offender?

No, hell no.

I never molested anyone.

Still, maybe I'll talk to sex crimes see what we can do

about getting you on the books.

Yeah, 'cause this sheep dresses up real good.

Better get the word out.

Oh, jeez, okay. Okay.

I'd peep on Rebecca.

Pretty regular?

Yeah.

How about the night she died?

But I didn't kill her.

[ doorbell rings]

Ned, is something wrong?

I wanted to apologize for earlier.

You don't have to say anything.

Just...

well, the ball's in your court, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

One more thing.

What's all this?

For Sean, for his birthday.

Hey, these are for you, little man.

There you go.

Ned, don't give him any gifts.

Oh, every boy needs something to open on his birthday.

We have cake, that's enough.

Oh, here.

This is going to be just like the Pampers.

Oh, no, no, no. I take back what I said earlier.

I've written everything down. I'm going to write you a check.

What, so it can bounce?

Here you go.

Red and yellow balloons.

Like Sean remembered.

So, Leon, that's all you saw?

I wasn't exactly pumped to stick around

for a three-year-old's birthday party.

Right. No girl coming out of cake.

What's the upside for the guy standing in the hedge?

At least my move wasn't handing out Pampers and balloons.

This Ned guy's a complete stooge.

Ned Ryan. The write-up here

says you told the assigned detective

you hadn't seen Rebecca in over a week.

Been so long now.

I couldn't tell you when I talked to Rebecca last.

Well, how about the night she was murdered?

No.

Ned, we know you were at Rebecca's

shortly before it happened.

And you came bearing gifts; balloons.

So don't lie about it

like you did the first time around.

Maybe... I was there.

But I left after a few minutes.

But you were angry, right?

So maybe you did a U-turn.

Yeah, 'cause you and Rebecca fought earlier that day, too.

Rebecca was a regular at the store.

I felt bad for her-- struggling to support Sean on her own.

You were giving her Pampers.

Yes, I'd slip her Pampers, baby food-- to cut her a break.

Thanks so much, Ned.

Not a problem.

I just added another shift at the tavern,

so it won't be long before I'm on my own two feet.

I wish you were working less at that bar, not more.

A woman like you in such a filthy place...

it's not right.

Well, you're a doll, but it's a real blessing to have more work.

Thanks again, Ned.

Oh, Ned...

Oh, Ned, I'm sorry.

I'm just not the kind of gal who casually necks with a man.

Rebecca,

I didn't mean it like that.

I would like to kiss you,

because what I have to say is anything but casual.

But you barely know me.

My folks dated one evening at a county fair

to know that they would

spend the next 51 years together.

Oh, Ned.

You need a man in the house.

A father figure to Sean.

There's already a man in my life.

What?

Who?

And where is he?

Well, he's from before-- back in Virginia.

Well, how could he allow you to be here alone?

It's just all mixed up.

It's upside-down.

I'm sorry, Ned.

This just isn't proper airing these personal matters.

I guess I would have figured it all out soon enough, huh?

Yeah, Sean's three today.

I guess he won't be needing boxes and boxes and boxes

of Pampers too much longer!

VALENS: So you felt rejected.

No, no, no. I felt horrible for blowing up like that.

And that night, when I goofed again, I left... for good.

Where were you the rest of the night?

I lived in an apartment building at the time.

Whether anyone saw me, can vouch for me, I wouldn't know.

Okay, Ned.

We'll look into it.

I just wanted to find a gal like my mother... from a better time.

Rebecca was that girl.

Ned's story checks out.

An old coot at the Tree Lane Apartments

knew all about his pining for Rebecca.

What, he see him the night of the murder?

Coot says Ned was on his balcony for hours that night

letting balloons go one by one.

Time to shift focus to this man in her life.

Well, maybe the man in her life was Sean's dad.

Maybe that was Bobby.

Got something?

Autotracked Rebecca Morgan

looking for that connection back in Virginia.

Rebecca Morgan...

died in 1982.

Four years before Sean was even born.

Rebecca Morgan was a 19-year-old freshman

at Virginia.

Died in a car crash in 1982.

So who was Sean's mom

and why was she using an alias?

Woman goes into hiding, she's usually running from abuse.

Abuser could be the man in her life.

She told Ned she was in a mixed-up relationship.

"Upside down."

Someone who wasn't around.

Maybe why he wasn't around.

So let's figure out who "she" is.

Start with the ME's office, Scotty.

They should have

her fingerprints to run through AFIS.

You get her name, buzz me.

I'm going to go see Sean.

So how's Elisa?

Good. She liked meeting you.

Coming to first Thursdays.

She someone serious?

We were engaged.

Yeah.

Before everything happened.

Well, maybe you'll get it back.

I'm hoping.

I'm not supposed to have girls up here.

It's my foster parent's rules.

Sean, the red and yellow balloons, they meant something.

That's supposed to make me feel better?

Tell me more about the train, and Bobby.

I'm not even sure the train was real.

Maybe a toy train?

No, it was a sketch, a drawing or something.

That's it, that's all I got.

Sean, I think your mom was running from someone.

Yeah? Like who?

I'm not sure.

In fact, I'm not sure who your mom was.

Rebecca Morgan.

No, that's the name she was going by,

but she was someone else.

Soap opera city.

She was trying to get away from something.

Let me tell you the 411, okay?

Solve my mom's case or don't.

'Cause I could give a flying middle finger, okay?

So why have Lindsey contact me?

'Cause I was bored.

And now I'm bored again.

You're not doing it for me anymore.

You're too pushy.

So how about the hearing you got coming up--

that bore you, too?

You're 17.

The judge doesn't have to treat you like a kid, you know?

The judge can show up with no drawers under his robe.

He can also kiss my ass.

[ phone ringing]

That's a smart attitude.

Rush.

Yeah. Okay.

Bye.

Want to know your mom's real name?

No thanks.

When did my daughter die?

1989.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Care for a drink?

No, no, thank you.

I'll be truthful.

Having Linda was the worst thing

that ever happened to me.

She was a bad kid?

Not so bad.

I just never took to her.

No matter how you slice it,

for 18 years you lose your life.

I knew I wasn't maternal.

Everyone kept saying,

"When she pops out, you'll feel different."

Well, guess what?

Miss Frandsen, do you remember the last time you saw Linda?

Guess the spring of '87.

JEFFRIES: What was the occasion?

Vic.

Her ex-husband.

We weren't aware she had a husband.

Well, they didn't walk down the aisle,

but for all intents and purposes...

And so Linda showed up here?

Unannounced.

It'd been three years since I last saw her.

I wasn't even aware she'd gotten pregnant.

His name's Sean.

Finally got your wish, huh?

Yeah, and he's been so healthy.

Happy to hear it.

Why are you here?

Vic's a freak.

It's one thing if he wants to punch on me,

but I won't let him hurt Sean.

Here we go.

Here we go what?

If he's as bad as you claim he is,

go to the police,

get a restraining order.

All that'll do is help make for

a tearjerker on the 10:00 news.

Sure that's not the drama queen coming out?

Don't you dare do that, Mama.

So what?

You don't want to go to the police,

what am I supposed to do?

Let us stay here with you.

One night,

then we'll leave and I'll be out of your hair forever.

[ '80s rock playing]

Linda and Sean were on the road early.

JEFFRIES: What about Vic?

He ever come around?

No. Didn't call either.

I'm sure he didn't expect me to know where she was.

You never heard from Linda again?

Nope.

I always figured they were

still out there somewhere.

VALENS: Hey, Rocky...

relax.

How was she murdered?

We'll get to that.

Linda's mom says she was on the run from you.

Well, that's wrong. I never met her mom.

Not that I didn't want to.

Linda wouldn't let that happen?

She had a lot of rules.

She have one against marriage?

She said a piece of paper's what ruined things.

I disagreed.

So Linda keeps pulling

that kind of nonsense, why keep her around?

'Cause my life was different with her.

Ton of smiles.

Vic, you front like this big, gentle giant,

but you know what... I don't buy it.

'Cause we've been here five minutes

and not once have you asked about your son.

My son?

Sean.

Is that Linda's son?

'Cause it wasn't my son.

Linda's only dream was to have a baby.

I couldn't give her one.

Shooting blanks.

Thanks for that.

I failed her in the biggest way.

What? Horse, why you smiling?

'Cause we're going to get a pony.

Vic, what?

I went to the adoption agency today--

got us an appointment.

Oh, no.

I thought that'd make you happy.

They're not going to approve our application.

You don't know. Might get lucky.

We're not going to get lucky.

You've been out of work too long.

That'll change.

'Cause it is time to play less and work more.

Hey, we'll slow down.

Better yet, we'll get married.

Huh?

Yeah, it'll increase our chances.

Baby, what's wrong?

I'm pregnant.

I didn't think I could

make that happen.

It's not yours.

Horse, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Tried talking to her, I thought we could work it out.

I come home one night from job hunting,

she was gone.

And when was this?

It was April in '85.

You know who the father was?

Found a name written down once.

Had a hunch he was the guy.

Any chance the name was Bobby?

No.

Silver.

Kyle...

Silver.

Not a period of my life I was so proud of.

RUSH: No?

I'm married 30 years.

Linda was my one transgression.

My wife almost divorced me.

Pregnancy didn't go over real big at home, huh?

That part was never a problem.

Linda had a miscarriage.

Miscarriage?

Caught the biggest break of my life.

I mean, an affair is one thing, but...

a second family-- that only plays in Utah.

That was it then?

As far as you know, Linda moved on to someone else?

I wouldn't say she went quietly.

Nor was it easy for me to say good-bye.

Why not?

Because this girl was so sexy

that it was silly.

Kyle.

What are you doing here?

Let me put my tongue in your mouth.

Are you out of your mind?

I asked you not to come here.

Everybody's looking at us.

"Who's the piece with Silver? Is he doing her?"

You love it.

Linda, this is not the right way.

That's too bad,

'cause I'm not giving up.

What are you doing? Come on.

You know this is how you want it.Linda...

Don't you?

Don't you?

Linda...

Yes, yes, yes.

I'm not giving up, baby.

I can't do it this way.

I'm sorry.

For the last time.

This is all wrong.

I walked back to my office and never saw her again.

And sexually speaking, this is how Linda was?

Overt like this?

Well, I guess that makes two secrets I've kept.

I mean, if my wife knew the particulars,

she never would have forgiven me.

Hospital records confirm, Linda had a miscarriage September '85.

Sean was born October '86.

She had to have gotten pregnant fast.

Well, after hearing Silver's account of Linda

that would have taken her all of an hour.

Question is, do you believe Silver's version of Linda

or ex-husband Vic's?

Or Neds?

Mm. Three different girls.

Or three girls in one.

There she is--

best and brightest physician in all of Philadelphia.

Shut up, Vailens.

It's Valens. V-a-l-e-n-s.

Hey, Frannie. Thanks for coming so late.

What else am I doing at 10:00 at night?

Our victim had a miscarriage

shortly before getting pregnant a second time.

Yeah, we're determining a timeline

for when the actual roo-roo took place.

This is Rebecca Morgan, now Linda Frandsen case?

No. According to the autopsy,

there's no indication of striations

in the bone structure of her pelvis.

Come again?

Your victim never gave birth at all.

Sean wasn't hers.

She was in no position to adopt.

We contact the Center For Missing and Abused Children?

Ran a search

on abducted children

in the Virginia/mid-Atlantic states, '85 to '89.

Two possible matches:

John Barrett of Aberdeen Maryland, Robert Gordon,

Richmond, Virgina.

Yeah. Robert?

Bobby.

Gordons could be Sean's real parents.

Don't float that till you're sure,Scotty.

I'll contact Virginia.

They'll have the Gordon's DNA on file.

I'll call over and get Sean to get a DNA swab,

say it's part of the investigation.

As soon as you get a match, head south.

WOMAN: So you say Bobby's

been in several foster homes?

Moved a lot.

He's had it rough.

Been arrested?

Jeff, don't assume that.

A bunch of foster homes-- come on.

Am I right?

Several times.

For what?

Assaults, theft.

But so far, the juvenile courts

have bailed him out.

Mr. And Mrs. Gordon,

ever known someone named Linda Frandsen?

She the one who took our boy?

Frandsen? Wasn't that what's-his-name ex-wife,

the landscaper?

Hector?

Victor.

Lake?

Yeah.

Linda came by with him once.

What a sweetie!

How old is he?

Ten months.

What's his name?

Bobby.

Bobby!

You're just a little miracle, aren't you, Bobby?

That's what I tell myself

as I'm combing the Cheerios out of my hair.

Can I tell you a secret?

Sure.

I'm expecting.

That's wonderful.

I think it's a boy.

She seemed lovely.

They came off decent enough.

Yeah, we know Vic.

When can we see Bobby?

He goes by "Sean" now.

And he doesn't know about you yet,

but Child Services will be in touch

to facilitate things.

Will you tell him that we miss him

and we want to see him?

Why?

Why what?

You came here because you want

to solve her murder?

Why? To hell with her.

How'd it go?

He's getting another chance.

But if he so much as jaywalks during probation,

Judge Haze will lock him up.

So, you want to do a girls' night soon?

Yeah.

Of course, if you'd rather go fly a kite,

I'd understand.

[ laughs]

Who you been talking to?

Oh, man, my shadow again.

You caught a break today, huh?

I don't know.

You did, Sean.

Don't screw it up.

Thank you for your advice.

Her name was Linda Frandsen.

I told you I could give a heave-ho.

She kidnapped you when you were two.

Man, you keep trying to shock me and you keep missing.

I'm just giving you the straight story.

Here's the rest:

we found your parents.

What?

Yeah.

Mom and Dad?

I got a bunch of brothers and sisters, too?

Two brothers.

You know what?

You can have 'em.

They don't want me, they want you.

You talk to 'em?

They want to meet you.

I bet.

They got to be thrilled their kid's a juvie delinquent.

Sean, you got a family waiting for you.

I don't want a family.

You know, I would have settled

to have one parent looking out for me.

Here you got two and you're snubbing it?

I didn't realize you was such a hothead.

Sean, you can be the kind of kid they want,

or be a thug.

It's up to you.

Snatching babies, huh, Vic?

What?

Thought you'd work the old razzle-dazzle on us,

send us to Dr. Silver

and the trail would end there.

But it didn't.

I'm sorry. You fellows are losing me.

It led to your old employers, the Gordons.

Yeah, where you and Linda stole a baby.

Come on.

And afterwards,

we're thinking Linda must have ditched you.

Yeah, that's why you looked her up, to wipe her out.

I want a lawyer.

We'll get you a judge and jury, too.

You do that, 'cause I didn't kill her.

Say we're in the jury box and we're eyeballing Vic here.

We know he's a kidnapper.

I didn't do that.

You ain't going to beat that one, Vic.

That'd be a one-in-a-million shot.

Think about how whupped he was

by this Linda, so much he swiped a baby for her.

Did a federal crime for his lady

and she gives you the high hat?

I see motive, real clear.

Oh, yeah.

Who do you think the jury's going to put the murder on?

I did not do murder.

Okay. Good luck with that.

I didn't!

I only ripped off the kid.

After Linda lost that other yo-yo's baby,

she come back to me.

I wanted her to stay.

I said I'd do anything.

What'd she say?

"Prove it."

Anyone see you?

I don't know.

Calm down. Calm... Look at me.

Hand him over.

Give me my boy.

Scoot over, I'll drive.

No, darling, you got to get back.

Finish your work.

I can't go back. I'm nervous.

Horse, you're such my baby, too.

You go on. You be strong for me,

okay?

In a few hours

you'll be seeing us at the motel.

Go on.

Go on.

I got back to the motel that night, she'd cleared out.

Just like that?

She left a note.

Said she's going to Philly to find us new haunts.

That she'd send for me.

Meanwhile, I'm supposed to keep clocking in

over at the Gordon's.

Never got the call, huh?

Weeks turned into years.

Who else knew she came to Philadelphia?

A few years later, I told this guy

that'd come around asking questions about her.

What guy?

A private investigator.

P.I. say what he wanted with Linda?

No, I didn't push it.

I was pretty torqued off by then.

I told him, "Hey, she's somewhere in Philly."

Vic copped to the kidnapping,

not the murder.

You believe him?

Linda humiliated him pretty good.

Made a fool of Ned, too.

Seems like that was kind of the way

she walked through life.

Got a trail of guys behind her she duped.

Eventually, one of 'em didn't sit still for it.

The P.I. who approached Vic was a weasel

by the name of Isiah Bagley.

Did he say who he worked for?

You're going to love this. Dr. Kyle Silver.

[ phone rings]

Homicide.

Why's a doctor hire a P.I.?

Thought he was glad she split.

Bagley said he wanted her found at any cost.

Okay, thanks.

That was your friend Lindsay.

Sean just got picked up for stealing a car.

My lawyer says I could get two years.

I heard.

So I'm supposed to sit in this joint for two years?

You stole a car and you were drunk.

Three beers.

Drunk driving can lead to homicide

and homicide leads to jail for the rest of your life.

So I get it.

You're as full of it as everyone else.

Sean...

what is it that you want?

Right now, to get up out of here.

Say you're out...

the foster homes, too.

Then what?

I'm on the run and I'm not looking back.

You taking anyone with you?

A girl?

Nah.

I'm going to meet my woman.

Someone who doesn't know you.

Make a fresh start.

Yeah.

And me and her are going to settle down, kick back

and make a lot of love.

Be careful.

Nah,

no jimmies for me.

I want kids.

I'm going to have 13 of them.

What are you going to do for work?

Whatever. I don't know.

13 mouths to feed and you don't know?

So not 13.

Maybe just one.

Make it a girl. [ clicks tongue]

So what happens when your little girl

comes home with a purple foot?

Why would she get a purple foot?

Because it's winter time and you got no job,

your wife has a new guy

and your daughter's got holes in her shoes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.No, answer me,

What are you going to do?

What are you going to do?

So you're saying I got no right to want anything in this life?

No, no, no, you can have it all.

But you're going to need help.

How do you know what I need?

Because I wanted everything, too.

But I was too damned proud to ask for help

for way too long.

Good luck, okay.

[ bangs on door]

[ cell door opens]

I did want to meet my family.

[ fist slams table]

Silver ever call back?

He's here.

Let's do it.

Detective.

Mr. and Mrs. Gordon...

what are you doing here?

We were told Bobby stole a car.

Jeff, use his other name. Use "Sean."

How serious is this?

Serious.

He violated his probation, so he's in custody.

Tomorrow morning he goes before a judge.

Oh, God.

Maybe we go back to the hotel,

take the boys home.

It might not be the best way for the boys to meet Sean.

I see.

We'll just wait till this whole thing blows over.

Mr. and Mrs. Gordon, this isn't blowing over.

Sean will probably go to jail

for the next two years.

What if we showed up at the hearing,

would the judge show leniency?

We can't count on that.

For what it's worth I know it'll be good for Sean to see you tomorrow.

Excuse us

Doctor...

[door closes]

Uh, you said your wife almost divorced you, but

the D.C. Superior Court says you initiated proceedings.

I was the one who filed. Big deal.

It's not that you filed, Doc. It's when you filed.

September '89 a month before Linda was murdered.

Please...

We know how bad you wanted Linda.

I admitted that.

But here's what I think Doc.

You already had the wife and kids experience.

So this time you wanted a little hottie to go off with,

have a romp all over Europe.

Linda was your girl. So sexy it was silly.

But when you tracked her down you find a baby, too.

Bummer

And now she don't want you anymore, she only wants the kid.

So you damn near take her head off.

Tough to look at huh?

Yeah.

'Cause she was a decent girl.

Silver, we know you hired a P.I. to find Linda.

You had Isiah Bagley on the case for six months.

So don't tell us you never went to see her again.

Okay I visited Linda.

On October 11, 1989... that night?

It was somewhat like you said.

I went there to take Linda away but she didn't want to go.

But I took it in stride.

You just left.

I hopped on a train to Washington, D.C.

You were travelling by train.

Not a car? Can you prove that?

I purchased a round trip ticket from Washington D.C.

Look it up.

We will.

Here's another bummer Doc.

Linda's son could put you in her house at the time of the murder.

He remembers you taking that train.

A three year old remembers me taking a train.

That's not even worth my calling a lawyer.

Well it's enough for us to call a judge to make you submit DNA.

And the hair samples and prints we got. That's put you away evidence.

[sighs]

That little boy spent 9 hours sitting in his mom's blood.

[ slams table ]

I wanted what I wanted.

She should have just come away with me.

[door knock]

Kyle...

You gonna invite me in?

Four years. You look so different, Rebecca!

How did you...?

Rebecca. I like that Linda. Sexy.

How did you find me?

Well it wasn't easy and it wasn't cheap.

But the important thing is I'm here.

What do you want?

What do you think I want?

You!

You had your chance.

But I told you then it was wrong. The kids were still in school.

And I told you I wasn't giving up. Now I have what I wanted.

Yes and that we need to talk about.

What a good looking boy.

Funny. He doesn't resemble you.

Why don't you just go back to D.C. Kyle.

I know what you've done.

I know every move you've made for the last six months.

Walk out of here.

Relax. I'm going to help you.

Sean's the man in my life now. I don't need anyone else.

Linda if you look at it you have two choices.

You can come with me or you can go to prison.

Come with you? Are you high?

I know how to get Bobby back home.

Don't call him that.

Nobody's going to know where he's been, right Bobby?

Don't touch him.

You always did like it dirty.

Let me put my tongue in your mouth.

Don't talk to me like that.

Why? You know you love it.

Linda: [scoffs] You gotta be kidding.

What are you smiling at?

You.

You are the worst I ever had.

Sorry Bobby I gotta catch a train.

♪

♪ Close your eyes

♪ Gimme a hand darlin'

♪ Do you feel my heart beating? ♪

♪ Do you understand?

♪ Do you feel the same?

♪ Am I only dreaming?

♪ Is this burning an eternal flame? ♪

♪ I believe it's meant to be darlin'. ♪

♪ I watch you when you are sleeping. ♪

♪ You belong with me.

♪ Do you feel the same?

♪ Am I only dreaming or is this burning an eternal flame. ♪

♪ Say my name.

♪ Sun shines through the rain. ♪

♪ The whole life so lonely and then come and ease the pain. ♪

♪ I don't want to lose this feel that, Ohhhhhh ♪

♪

♪ Say my name. Sun shines through the rain. ♪

♪ The whole life so lonely and then come and ease the pain. ♪

♪ I don't want to lose this feeling. Ohhhhhhhhh eternal flame. ♪

♪ Close your eyes.

♪ Give me your hand. Do you feel my heart beating? ♪

♪ Do you understand?