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[female reporter] We asked Chief Barnholtz,

and he says simply,

"I just can't afford to keep as many officers on the beat

as I used to."

What will the outcome of the City Council's decision be?

And what does the mayor have to say about all this?

We'll find out tomorrow.

I'm Rachel Beckwith with Your Eye on the Apple.

Did we get it?

- We got it. - Great.

Thank you.

- What do you say, Joe, lead story? - Uh, yeah.

Protagonist, antagonist, beginning, middle, and the end.

This is not the news. Short film circuit.

Oh, people don't want facts, Joe.

They want drama. They want a good story.

Okay. Let me add this to your final report.

- Transmission is complete. - You're the best, Joe.

Oh. Tell that to my wife.

- Hey. - See you the Waldorf at 9:00?

Got it.

Think the mayor's gonna be there?

Oh, it'll be obvious if he avoids me again.

- I'd avoid you. - Don't you know it.

[chuckles] Good luck.

All right, what do we got?

What will the outcome of the City Council's decision be?

And what does the mayor have to say about all this?

We'll find out tomorrow. I'm Rachel Beckwith,

withYour Eye on the Apple.

I love you.

Me, too, baby.

- [door shuts] - [cat meows]

Brian?

- Baby, did you hear something? - Mmm.

Oh, Jinx.

[meows]

Aw, Jinx. What, are you gonna hide from me now

'cause you know you were bad?

What do you got to wake me up for all the time, huh?

Huh, cutie?

[door creaks]

[gasps]

I've been watching you...

every night on the news,

trying to seduce me with your eyes.

How do you think that makes me feel?

[stab]

[panting]

Oh...

Aah!

Call the police!

Please help! There's someone in my house! There's an intruder!

What? No, don't make me hold!

Shh.

Rachel!

Oh, my God!

Brian?

Oh, God, oh, God.

Oh, Brian. Okay. Just breathe. Okay? Help!

Somebody! Babe?

Baby, come on. Come on! Come on, baby!

Come on, baby.

Brian!

[man] Matteo.

- What's up? - Still in shock.

Can't even utter a complete sentence.

Intruder?

Fiance stabs him with a screwdriver.

Vicious fight ensues. Fiance loses.

He broke in from over there.

Exited the same way.

Nothing missing.

Is she who I think she is?

Yeah. Reporter from the local news.

There's probably a lot of people stalking her.

Goes with the territory, I guess.

You find any evidence?

No fingerprints, but we got his blood on the screwdriver.

Well, that'll take weeks for the DNA to get analysis in the blood.

Let me get some security on her for now.

[birds chirping]

[dog barking]

[woman] Rachel, honey!

Wake up!

Breakfast is ready!

[sighs]

- More eggs, sweetheart? - Yeah.

- Oh, I'm so excited for her. - I know, I know.

- Hey. - Oh.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Oh, sweetie.

There's orange juice,

toast with jelly or butter,

pancakes, bacon,

and I'm preparing eggs just the way you like them.

- Wow, Mom. - Wow!

- Here you go. - Thanks, Dad.

Uh-huh.

Oh, no, no, no. I'll get it.

Oh, thanks.

[Mother] Okay, here I come.

Sunny-side up.

Just the way you like them.

Wow.

Oh, I didn't break them.

Gee, thanks, Mom, Dad, uh...

but, you know, I'm not five years old anymore.

Well, we know that.

I'm celebrating. Today is a big day.

Yeah. You ready?

Oh, yeah. I'm ready to get back to work.

Don't feel rushed.

You can stay here as long as you want.

Uh, well, yeah, I have to get on with my life, Mother.

Well, anyway, I think it'll be good to get busy again.

You just do what you feel you need to do

and know that we're going to be behind you 100%

with any decision you make.

And I think the local station is a good idea.

Yeah, thanks, Dad. I do, too.

Me, too.

The studio's nice.

Yeah, well, listen.

I know our humble little station here isn't all that spectacular,

but it plays a vital role in the community.

Good people of Fillmore depend on us for everything from weather to local events.

There's one woman who depends on us a little too much.

Miss Fortenski.

Isn't she the woman who had he generator installed

so that she wouldn't miss the news if the power went out?

Yes, Stephanie, that's her.

Thank you, Stephanie.

Thanks.

Wow. [chuckles]

Well, this is it. Home sweet home.

Listen, I'm sorry I couldn't get you an office right away.

No, this is, uh...

Well, this will be great.

Well, just let me know when you're ready for your first story.

I'm ready.

[chuckles] You can take a little time

to familiarize yourself with the place, if you want.

I don't think you even know where the coffee machine is, do you?

No, well, I'm here to get back to work.

I'm ready, so, uh... lay it on me.

All right.

What do you know about... architecture?

Architecture? Well, um, I know lots.

Frank Lloyd Wright, Philip Johnson,

Le Corbusier.

Nice French.

You don't need to know that much.

I'm thinking about doing a series on the grand houses of Fillmore.

Who were these people? Where did they come from? Where did they go?

Real small town, local station-type stuff.

Don't get caught up in all the details.

Just broad strokes.

All right, I think I can handle that.

All right. Well, I have an opening on this weekend's Sunday morning show.

Do you think you can handle that?

I'll, uh... I'll do what I can.

Okay. Well, my office is right back there,

so if you have any questions, you just let me know.

I will. Thanks.

And there's a file called "archives."

I would start there if I were you.

All right, thanks.

The coffee's down the hall.

[voices whispering]

[bird squawks]

[bird squawks]

[baby gurgles]

Hello?

Hello? Is anyone here?

[baby crying]

[baby cries]

[crying continues]

[panting]

[crying continues]

[woman struggling] What about the kids? No! No!

- [woman screams] - [stabbing]

[woman screams]

Stop, Frank! Stop, Frank!

[screams]

Stop! [screams]

Oh--

[whimpers]

[panting]

Rachel.

Rachel. Just a second, Rachel.

You wanna tell me what's going on?

You can talk to me. Now, I know you've been through a lot.

Oh, you have no idea what I've been through.

Well, that's true.

I haven't lost anybody like you have. That's right.

Oh...

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I...

I guess I'm not as ready as I thought I was.

This story isn't that important.

There's no story around here that's that important.

Take a little time off.

I am more than willing to wait until you figure this whole thing out.

Can I tell you something?

Ever since you left Fillmore,

I've kept a very close eye on your career.

Now, your reporting, it is intuitive.

It's smart. It's... refreshing.

And on top of all that, you tell a really good story.

Take the rest of the day off. I'll see you in the morning.

Get out of here.

Thanks for understanding.

[female voice] Help us.

[sobs] Help us.

Aah! Oh!

Hello. It's okay. Calm down.

Who-- Who are you?

I'm Arnold Howard.

I'm a reporter with the Fillmore Union Tribune.

Oh, uh, Rachel Beckwith. I'm with the local news.

Great.

[Rachel] So, um--

What are you doing here?

I'm doing a story on Mr. Sullivan, the doctor.

What kind of story?

You don't know?

No?

One woman swore he left surgical instruments in her belly.

Another woman testified she was awake during an operation.

Oh, uh, so what's your angle?

Photographs. Home life.

You know, spice up the story a bit.

Do you live here?

No, I don't live here. I...

Well, I'm here to do a story myself on the architecture.

The architecture?

I don't believe you.

What do you mean, you don't believe me?

I've been working for the paper for a year now.

And I've been told I have excellent instincts.

We can work together.

I probably have information you can use.

No, that-- That's okay.

All right, look.

You're right. I'm just not here for the architecture.

Can I tell you something? Can you keep a secret?

You're only as good as your sources.

That's what my boss, Mr. Sherman, always says.

[Arnold] So, basically, what we do is we wait.

This is the most sensitive photographic equipment,

and it's set up to show the most minute differences in the air.

If an apparition comes through here,

the equipment automatically detects it.

Flash!

The camera photographs it.

Arnie? Are you down there?

I'm over here.

Arnie, where are you?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. I've definitely got a signal over here.

[clicking]

I've got-- I've got a good signal over here.

Arnie, the flashes. They woke me up upstairs.

- Really? - Yeah.

Really? You're-- No! Oh!

Oh! Oh, my gosh!

It's going crazy.

[Arnold laughs]

Yeah! There's definitely--

Arnie! Look out!

[bones crack]

Oh, God.

[Rachel gasps]

His name was Arnie what, ma'am?

Arnie Howard. His name was Arnold Howard.

There's nothing in the basement.

There's no equipment. There's no body. There's nothing.

But...

But I don't understand.

Look, he said that he worked for the Fillmore Union Tribune.

Ma'am, not to be disrespectful, but the Fillmore Union Tribune

has not published a newspaper since 1984.

Well...

Oh, look, I...

Look, I'm sorry for the disturbance.

Please understand that my fiance passed away six months ago, and I--

Well, I'm just having a hard time getting over the loss.

- We know, ma'am. We checked. - You're George Beckwith's daughter?

George is pretty concerned about you, so, uh...

maybe it's best that you just drive home,

and my son here will follow you in the patrol car.

No, I'll be fine.

Miss Beckwith?

We insist on it.

Are you okay? We've been worried.

What were you thinking?

- George! - Mom, it's okay. I...

I don't know. I...

I-- I turned a story on Fillmore's architectural history

into a breaking news story.

It's probably too soon for me to go back to work.

You know, maybe you should forget about

this investigative reporting altogether,

maybe get a job as a TV anchorwoman.

Maybe you're right.

The chief thinks that you're suffering from

some kind of post traumatic stress syndrome.

You know, sweetheart, he might be right.

Maybe you should think about seeing a therapist.

Yeah.

Mom, yeah, that's a great idea.

You know what? I saw plenty of therapists in New York.

And you know what? None of them could do anything

to bring Brian back!

Rachel.

Look, sweetheart.

We know that.

It's just that...

they said that you saw a boy murdered today,

and there was no body.

Oh, God. Honestly, I-- I... must be delusional.

But I swear to you...

they were as real as the two of you standing in front of me

right here... just like this.

Well-- Well, I think...

we should all go to sleep

and start a brand-new day in the morning.

It's all right, sweetheart.

I'll second that.

You're home with your mom. You're home with your dad.

This is where you ought to be.

Rachel!

Rachel. Rachel, wait a second.

I just uncovered some very interesting information

about your friend Arnie.

Oh, God, you know about that?

This is Fillmore, Rachel.

- [Rachel sighs] - Everybody knows.

Anyway, listen, I was talking to Chief Murken,

and I told him that you were having these visions

that you've been seeing this newsboy and, uh...

Come here.

Now, I hope you don't mind, but I did some research,

and I found out that there was a young journalist

who did some work for the Fillmore Union Tribune about 35 years ago.

Yeah?

You're not gonna believe this one.

Arnold Howard was found dead in the basement of that old house.

Now, apparently he was interviewing a Dr. Sullivan,

and there was some terrible accident in the basement.

- Accident? - Oh, yeah.

You see, the good doctor was very well respected

in the neighborhood at the time,

and he claimed that Arnie came over

just to interview him about some equipment.

Arnie trips and falls on the steps, breaking his neck.

Can you believe that?

Can you believe that somebody died in that house?

[coughs]

Are you okay?

[clears throat]

Yeah. Yes.

It must be the musty old house.

Well, anyway, that's all the information that Chief Murken gave me,

but I thought you and I could go through some of the archives

and, you know, check out some of the old articles.

Look, Steven, I know you don't know me all that well,

but I assure you...

I am one of the most sane people you will ever meet.

I scored 1400 on my SATs,

I graduated Northwestern with a 3.9 GPA.

I've based my entire career on focusing on the hard facts.

But I--

Well, I think I'm-- I'm-- I'm seeing...

Seeing what?

I don't know. I...

I-- I'm sorry. I don't know. I don't know anymore.

All right.

Let's approach this like journalists.

Right.

Like journalists.

[Steven] See, the Fillmore News Station

actually used to be the Fillmore Union Tribune,

but then cable came to town,

and everybody got better reception,

and sales of newspapers plummeted,

so the owner of the paper

just decided to turn it into a TV station.

Hmm.

Oh, here it is.

"Massacre in Fillmore.

Well-respected doctor butchers family."

Oh, my... [gasps]

"Well-respected general practitioner Dr. Frank Sullivan

is in jail pending the investigation

into the bloody massacre of his wife and three kids

at 2200 Harvard Street, Fillmore."

Let me see this.

"Dr. Sullivan has been under investigation by the state board

for malpractice.

Those who knew the doctor felt that he was growing more and more agitated

as the court date regarding the malpractice loomed.

Fortunately, one Sullivan child, Elizabeth, did survive.

She's now in the custody of the Fillmore Family Services Department."

[police radio chatter]

- Hey, Sam, how are you? - Good.

How you doing today, Mr. Javitz?

Good.

- Can you give me just a second here? - Yeah, sure.

They keeping that coffee hot for you?

- It's waiting for you. - I like to hear it.

Chief Murken.

Steven.

Just who I wanted to see. Now listen.

We've known each other a long time.

I just need a little information about what happened to this girl.

Was she adopted? She get picked up by a family member? Anything.

Steven, you gotta drop this.

People in town are starting to talk.

No one wants to dig up the past. It's over.

Now this girl has a life.

I mean, can you imagine how awful it would be

to find out that your father had killed your whole family?

Let it go.

I mean, what are you gonna do, knock on her door?

Steven, we've known each other a long time.

I thought you were different.

I thought you weren't the kind that would go pry into someone's life

as leisurely as Ms. Beckwith does.

Fine, Larry.

You know what? I got it. You're probably right.

This is none of our business.

Probably just stirring up memories of a ghost she'd rather just forget.

Okay. Glad you're coming around.

Thanks for your time, Chief.

Rachel, listen. We're gonna drop this.

We're gonna take a whole new angle altogether.

Why'd you do that?

'Cause we weren't getting anywhere.

I think what we need to do is seriously step back

and consider what it is we're trying to accomplish.

I think if you just stay away from the house,

you'll be fine.

I can't stay away.

You don't understand.

It's like there's...

something calling me.

I don't know. I--

I know it sounds crazy, but I--

I feel like I've been chosen to get to the bottom of this.

Rachel, just stay away from the house.

No. I need you to go back there with me.

I need you to see what I've seen.

You know what I think?

I think all this has been too much for you.

I think we need to take some time off,

at least just tonight, the two of us.

Oh, I don't know, Steven.

I don't think I'm ready for anything like that.

I'm not talking about a romantic dinner.

I'm talking about regrouping.

You know, just...

have a little fun.

Fun?

Yeah.

[Rachel] Then I said, "What do you mean?"

[both laughing]

I don't think this is a good idea.

No, no, no. Wait, wait. no.

Let's go do something else.

I just want to meet this family of ghosts.

Oh, no, Steven, come on. Don't make fun of me.

Something strange is going on here. You can't deny that.

Oh, Rachel, come on. Snap out of it.

Come on. Give me the tour.

Please?

- Oh, all right. - How do you get in?

No! Come on.

- Oh, the secret passage. - Yeah.

[dog barks]

[dialing]

Chief Murken?

Whoa.

Wow!

This is great.

You know, maybe we shouldn't do this.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Rachel, this is awesome.

This is so good.

Oh, my God.

This is amazing.

Besides, Rachel, it's calling me.

All right, now is not really a very good time to make fun of me.

All right.

Just give me a moment to sober up.

What do you think they ate last?

- I don't know. - Let's find out.

- Whoa! - Aah!

[both laughing]

Come on.

Hey, Rachel.

Is this where you saw Arnie get killed?

Well, he was at the top of the stairs,

and that man came and twisted his neck,

and he fell down the stairs towards me.

Wow.

You have a vivid imagination.

I wasn't imagining it, I swear.

Where do you think you're going?

I just want to see.

So this is where Arnie landed, huh?

His head was at the bottom of the stairs there.

Wow.

Hey, there are some photos over here.

There's a room back here. It was hidden.

What?

You can't do that.

Nobody's lived here for years. Who's gonna care?

What do you say?

Ladies first.

You're crazy.

[police radio chatter]

Steven Javitz!

Where are you?

Mrs. Pennington from next door

said she saw you snooping around here.

Come on, Javitz. You're screwing up my cocktail hour.

[clattering]

Steven, is that you?

Come on, Stevie.

Am I gonna have to arrest you

and take you back to your mother

like I used to do when you were in high school?

Don't move.

What are you doing in this house?

This is my house.

Frank?

Frank.

Frank Sullivan.

You remember me, don't you, Chief?

Get your hands up and come down slowly.

Is this really necessary, Chief?

Oh, my God.

[gasps]

Oh, my God.

What is this, some kind of operating room?

No. No.

Do you know what this is?

This is a dissecting room.

Steven, put that down.

There's blood all over everything.

Oh, God. What is that?

These are body parts.

Oh, God.

Oh, they are.

Oh, they're human bones.

[gasps]

Aah!

Help me. Oh, God.

Oh! Oh...

You're doing good, Frank.

Just keep coming.

That's right.

Okay. Turn around. Keep 'em up.

Okay.

That's right.

Right behind your back.

You know the drill, Frank.

Hey, Chief, how's the wife and kids?

At least mine are still alive, you son of a bitch!

It's not really my weapon of choice.

I-- I really like working with my hands.

You know, I was really quite good with my hands.

I prefer using...

surgical steel.

Down on your knees.

On your knees!

What was that?

I don't know. Let's go.

Just go, Frank.

No one's gonna look for you. I won't tell anyone I saw you.

Just go.

No. Chief, you've got it all wrong.

No. I'm on a mission.

And unfortunately,

you're a big part of that mission.

[groaning]

[Murken groaning]

An apple a day.

Chief Murken!

Oh, God.

Oh, my God. He's dying! He's dying!

Uh, code four! Emergency! Somebody!

Oh, my God! There's blood everywhere.

Oh, God.

Somebody! Somebody!

Oh, God.

[police radio chatter]

David, I'm so sorry.

We were just doing some investigating.

Investigating?

That is our job.

You journalists think you can just play detective.

It's not like that.

We were trying to find out the basis of some of Rachel's--

Just sit down.

I gotta go in...

I gotta pick up a phone and call my mother

to let her know that her husb--

I lost my dad today.

I lost my dad today!

And he meant the world to me!

I'm gonna find this son of a bitch.

I'm gonna teach him a lesson.

And I don't give a damn about police work right now.

I just...

I just care about my dad's dignity.

We got an APB out on this guy.

Our theory is that it's The Butcher, Frank Sullivan.

He went by an alias of Walter Barrett at the carnival.

He's 56, thick-wasted, receding hairline.

He's got a gray jacket, navy blue pants, and big black boots.

So you know his name?

Police say it's Frank Sullivan,

The Butcher.

He got four life terms 25 years ago.

I remember that case,

had the whole town in a frenzy.

Well, so he should still be in jail.

Well, he should be.

He escaped last year.

He escaped?

Well, how come we didn't know about that?

The prison warden was too embarrassed to notify the proper authorities.

That's it. You two need protection.

Dad, uh...

Not that kind of protection.

Aha.

George, my table!

This is the kind of protection I'm talking about.

Ha ha!

Here, Javitz. All yours.

You know what? I'm not much of a gun guy.

I probably wouldn't even know how to shoot that thing.

Come on, kid. Stop being such a wuss.

Listen, it's real simple.

You load the bullets from here.

You put one in the chamber and fire.

- [gasps] - Oh, for God's sakes, it's not loaded.

[scoffs] Here you go, kid. Knock yourself out.

[female voice] No, don't...

- [car alarm] - [dog barks]

[dog barks]

[female voice] Please!

I'm here.

Please come out.

Hello?

Answer me!

Please?

Give me a sign. Give me a sign.

Give me something.

Please?

Show yourself!

Oh. Oh, please.

Oh...

Oh, please.

[gasps]

Oh, God. Oh.

Don't be afraid. I'm here.

Don't be scared.

I'm here to help you.

What is it you want from me?

Why have you been calling me?

Help us.

[echo] Help us.

Help us.

[echo] Help us.

Please.

What is it you need me to do?

Help us find peace.

Help us, Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

No.

No. I'm-- I'm not Elizabeth.

[crying]

[Steven] Rachel!

No.

No!

No! Don't leave! Wait!

- No! - Rachel!

Rachel, listen to me. Listen to me.

They got him.

They got Frank Sullivan.

- I talked to her. - He was at the carnival.

They just walked--

What did you say?

I talked to her.

She asked me to help them.

Help them? What does that mean?

I don't know. I don't know.

All right. Now you listen to me.

Frank Sullivan is in jail.

They got all the help they need right now.

We're getting out of here, all right?

Come on. Let's go.

Quite a night, huh?

Uh...

Thanks for coming to get me.

[chuckles]

We've, uh, become quite the little team here.

Yeah.

You could say that.

Well, hey, look, at least you'll sleep good tonight.

Probably not.

Uh, listen.

Do you think maybe we could get some dinner sometime?

Yeah.

I'd like that.

Sorry.

I'll see you at work tomorrow.

You bet.

Mom?

Yes, dear?

Dad?

Mom, could you sit down for a second?

But I need to go.

Mom, please. Could you--

Just please sit right there.

- Okay. - And, uh, Dad,

could you put down your paper?

I...

[sighs]

I have something important I need to talk to you about.

Oh, honey, you're not...

No. I...

No. I'm-- I'm not.

I want you both to know that I love you very much.

But there is something that I need to ask you.

You can ask us anything. Shoot.

Sweetheart, ask away.

How come I don't... look like either of you?

I've told you before, you actually a lot like

my mother's side of the family.

No. I...

I'm being very serious here.

I...

I mean, I don't look like either one of you.

I-- I don't have Dad's big nose,

I don't have Mom's curly hair,

I don't have mom's hips,

nor do I have Dad's mouth.

I mean...

let's be honest.

- But you do, honey. - Um...

Okay. Well, uh...

Here's another thing.

Why are there no pictures in this house of me

before the age of three.

Oh, God.

Um...

Well, uh...

Oh, Rachel.

We know that-- that you love us.

You don't have to tell me.

And I'm confident that...

you know you mean...

the world... to us,

but...

Well, con--

considering that things have been happening

the last few days, I...

I think your father and I have...

something very important to tell you.

Uh...

Well...

25 years ago...

we had the opportunity to welcome into our lives...

a beautiful...

sweet...

angelic...

little three-year-old...

girl.

Oh, honey, she was just...

perfect.

The minute we laid eyes on her,

it was love at first sight.

In fact...

she even reached out and hugged me

the very first moment I got close enough.

And she hugged me all the way to the car

and then all the way into her new ho--

into her new... home.

Rachel...

you were not born of-- of my body,

although it feels as if you were.

And...

and know that you are part of my flesh...

and my heart,

and you will always be.

Oh, honey, we...

we never told you because we didn't want--

we didn't want you to feel that you were...

different than your brother and sister,

and we never, never wanted you

ever to feel that we loved you...

any less.

You are now...

and you always will be our little girl.

Uh, we may not be your birth parents,

but we're your life parents.

We may not look like you,

but, uh...

you have our personalities.

You have our joy of life.

And, um...

you even have some of our mannerisms.

Well, I, um...

I don't really know what to say.

I don't even know how I feel. I, uh...

I guess I feel like my life was a lie.

Oh, no, Rachel, please.

Your life has been great.

You've had a great life--

birthday parties, first days of school,

um...

ballet classes.

Oh, honey, you grew up so happy.

Yeah, but you're not my mother.

I mean, some other woman gave birth to me.

I have someone else's DNA in me.

I mean, what if I get a genetic disease?

You don't know who my parents are.

Oh, God. Or do you?

Or do you. Do you?

Do you actually know?

No.

We were never told.

And more importantly, we never wanted to know

because when we brought you home,

we were your parents.

No one else mattered.

Maybe we were selfish.

But we didn't want anyone else complicating your life.

But really, we just didn't want to know.

You are our daughter.

I know who my-- my mother is.

You what?

And she needs me right now.

No. Rachel, Rachel.

Please don't go.

Please don't go.

George, what have we done?

[Rachel] Thanks for meeting me here.

I don't know if I could face him alone.

I'm here for you, Rachel.

Whatever you need, all right?

Mr. Javitz, may I help you?

Yeah. We're here to see Deputy Murken.

About what?

Well, we'd like to see Frank Sullivan.

I'm sorry, but that's not possible.

Why not?

You don't understand, ma'am. That's physically not possible.

He's being moved to a maximum security holding facility.

Deputy Murken took him himself about an hour ago.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Think you're going to prison, don't you?

Prison is a resort compared to where I'm taking you.

You're gonna pay for what you did to my dad.

What's gotten into you?

Why are you so full of vengeance?

I don't think your daddy would approve of your becoming a bad cop.

Shut the hell up, you sick son of a bitch.

You do not know my dad.

I don't know your dad?

Well, sure I do.

I killed him, didn't I?

You know what they say.

You don't really know somebody

until you see death in their eyes.

And certainly I saw death in your daddy's eyes.

[chuckling]

He was crying like a baby.

Yeah, just keep talking! Keep talking, shit-head!

You have no idea what kind of pain you're in for.

David, I don't think your mother would like such nasty language.

And to want to hurt someone on purpose?

Oh, no, I don't think she'd like your behavior at all,

Deputy Dave.

That's it. You're not making it to the farm.

I'm pulling over right now.

I'm killing you right now, you got it?

[panting]

This is for my dad.

Huh?

And don't... ever...

Do not talk about my mom.

What did I just say, huh?

This is for the state of New York.

[groaning]

You son of a bitch.

Here's one last one for my old man.

[coughing]

[crunch]

[mooing]

Oh, God.

- Oh, Mom, thank God. - [sobbing]

- Shh. I'm right here, okay? - Oh, Rachel.

I'm right here.

It's just that--

I-- I thought I'd lost you.

Oh, don't.

Mom, you're never gonna lose me.

Okay?

I've been so blessed to have parents like you.

There's something I need to tell you.

Um...

I think I know what's happening,

and...

it has to do with who my birth parents are.

Well...

I'm Frank Sullivan's daughter.

You're what?

Frank Sullivan, The Butcher? That can't be.

I was 3 1/2 when you adopted me,

and their little girl was 3 1/2 at the time of the murders.

I'm Elizabeth Sullivan.

- No. - No, that can't be.

They told us that your parents died in an auto accident.

You had no siblings, no immediate family.

Damn it!

They told us that you were a clean adoption,

and no one would ever come here to claim you.

When we brought you home, we did it out in the open.

We were so proud of you.

We wanted to show you off.

But to think that your people came from right here,

it just enrages me!

I'm sorry, but they--

Mom, Dad, okay, listen. That is not the point.

No one is ever gonna take me away from you.

No one can change the fact that you were wonderful parents.

But there is something that I have to do right now.

Otherwise, I'll never be able to live with myself.

I know that this sounds crazy, but...

I think my birth mother is calling out to me.

Mrs. Sullivan,

my brother and my sister,

they've been living in that house in some sort of limbo.

I have to help them find peace again.

How are you gonna do that?

I don't know.

But I have to go back to that house

to reach her again.

Don't worry.

I'll be right back here tonight.

- Oh, I love you. - I love you, too.

- Be safe. - I will, I will.

I'm gonna be all right, Dad.

- God! - What'd you do?

I hurt myself. I don't fix cars, Aubrey.

Well, you should be able to. You're a guy.

Yeah, it should be a dumb guy.

Yeah, real good. Why don't you keep talking on the phone?

I'm trying to get ahold of somebody.

- "Trying to get ahold of somebody." - Shut up.

Why don't you shut up? Why don't just sit down?

- Yeah, real, real good. - I will, thank you.

Yeah, I know.

Gage, there's a car coming.

[siren blaring]

- Hey. - Yes.

- Hey! - Hey!

Hey, it's a policeman.

Stop. Hey.

[tires screeching]

Stop! Aah!

[tires screech]

It's the police.

Marge, quick! Find someplace to hide!

- What's going on, George? - Just go! Now!

Aah!

Thanks, George...

for taking such great care of my daughter all these years.

[Marge] No! Oh, my God!

My God, no!

Nooo!

Mother?

I'm here!

It's me, Elizabeth!

Can you hear me?

I know. I understand what happened.

I know you were hiding me just to keep me from him.

Maybe she's shy around strangers.

I'm gonna wait downstairs.

Mother!

It's me.

Elizabeth.

Mom, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry he did this to you.

I know what happened. I know everything that happened.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Elizabeth.

Look at you.

[chuckles] You're so pretty.

[sobs] Oh.

You've grown up to be a beautiful woman.

[chuckles]

You look...

just like your grandmother.

[click]

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I have to go, all right?

Oh, don't go, no.

I have to go. You be safe.

Wait!

No, wait!

You be safe.

Wait! No!

Honey, I'm home!

Elizabeth.

Daddy's home!

[child] We're here, Daddy.

Elizabeth?

[Frank] Why don't you come out and say hello to Daddy?

Give Daddy a big kiss.

Daddy misses Elizabeth.

You're going to hell, Frank.

You're going to hell!

You ungrateful...

Do you have any idea how hard I worked

to support you and those nasty brats?

Do you have any idea how long I labored

in medical school?

Do you have any idea?

You're going to hell for what you did!

Hell was living with you.

[laughing]

This ends tonight!

[shouts]

Oh, God.

Oh, think, Rachel, think, think, think.

Elizabeth.

Won't you come out and speak with Daddy?

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

[kids yelling]

[giggling]

Elizabeth, we've been waiting for you.

Won't you come join us?

Sugar?

Please.

There.

Thank you. [chuckles]

[Frank] Elizabeth!

What's your baby's name?

Sarah.

Sarah.

[laughs]

- Sarah eats cookies. - Uh-huh.

I bet.

Mommy said to take care of us.

She says you'll stop the hurting.

Cream?

Yeah, please.

Thank you.

Elizabeth!

[boy] Elizabeth...

[girl] Elizabeth...

Kill him.

Kill him for Mommy.

Mary?

Joseph, no.

No, God, don't leave me alone!

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth?

Why are you making this so difficult?

Why are you doing this to me?

I am your daughter, for God's sake!

Daughter.

Mmm, no, no.

You've got it all wrong.

You haven't been doing your research, have you,

my little Miss Investigative Reporter?

Are you taking notes?

I'm not really your father.

What are you talking about?

Your real father died years ago.

Your mother was a very beautiful woman.

Prettiest girl in town.

But she was... married.

She never even thought of having an affair.

But I... wanted her.

Even with the four of you.

So...

her husband...

met with a tragic car accident.

In fact,

I think you've been formally introduced,

if you've been snooping around my surgical room

in the basement.

You sick son of a bitch!

Sick?

Some people would say that.

I'm just trying to carve out a little niche for myself.

Certainly you would understand that impulse,

doing absolutely everything you could

to make sure yours was the lead story.

Oh, Brian.

Oh, God, I need you now. Please give me strength.

There's nowhere else to go.

Nobody else to turn to.

[Mother] Elizabeth.

Why don't you just make this easy on the both of us, Elizabeth?

Why don't you just come here and give Daddy a big hug

so I can slice you into pieces?

Come on, Elizabeth.

You can't hide.

Not up here.

You're going to hell where you belong!

[thud]

Rachel.

- Steven! - Sweetie, sweetie.

Oh, God! Oh, my God, you're shot.

Okay.

I'm all right, I'm all right.

Okay.

That's not to say this hasn't been a tough day.

[laughs]

Well, you got your protagonist and your antagonist.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Beginning, middle, and end.

- A real story. - Yup. You're back.

- Don't you know it. - All right.

All right. Set it up. Let's get out of here.

We're done.

Sam!

Well, Miss Beckwith.

Pleasure, as always.

Back on schedule, I see.

That's right. How's business?

Business has been well. How have you been?

I've been good. Thanks, Sam.

We'll see you at the restaurant soon?

Yeah, you bet.

Excellent.

Thanks to the City Council's decision on Friday,

the strike will be averted.

So it looks like back to business

for the Port Authority on Monday.

This is Rachel Beckwith with Your Eye on the Apple.

Steven!

[laughs]

Which way is up around here?

What are you doing?

How've you been?

Good. Yeah.

Felt good to work.

Feels good to be back, yeah?

It really does.

How about you? Think you can handle it?

Well, you know, I've been taking uh, gun lessons.

[laughs]

Down at the driving range.

I got my black leather, so I think I'm set.