I hope so.
- All right, you guys gotta call me. - Yeah.
Make this happen. Make this happen, all right?
See you guys. See you. All right.
- Joey, what's up? The usual? - Yeah.
Thanks, Willy. I hope you had a nice night.
Yes, sir.
What about that new place?
Oh, girl, I gotta go. Bye.
You're late. Time is a relative thing, doll.
Mr. Hardigan, he's furious.
Mr. Blumenthal's threatening to take his business elsewhere.
Guy named Pat Vinelli said stay away from his sister or else.
Patricia. Mm. Mm. Oh, and this one, your ex-wife,
Donna Hawthorne? She's really pissed.
She's always pissed. I don't blame her.
Damn.
Mr. Sharkey, he's in his office.
Av-yi-yi.
There he is. Hey, boss man.
Joe, how you doing? Good. Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, let me take a look at those.
Watch the fight? I didn't. I was working.
Talk to me about Newcombe. Are you gonna bag him?
This is a make it or break it for us. Got dinner tonight at the Pinnacle.
Pinnacle? Oof. Expensive. Yup. Oof. Necessary.
All right, reel him in. I always do.
If you don't, we're fucked. Now, let me make this very clear.
If you don't, I'm...
you're fucked. Got it. I got the deal.
Clean yourself up a little bit. Put on your best suit. Wear cologne, smell good.
Aramis. That chickie of his likes you. Love it
You knock them out, champ. I will. Bob and weave. Bob and weave.
Boxing.
Primitive.
- Yeah, Joe Doucett. - That was a long lunch.
What can I do for you? You know what day this is?
Yes, I do. It's the 8th of October,
the year of our Lord 1993, which means that I'm late with my child support again.
That is not why I'm calling, you know it.
I asked you to come to Mia's party three weeks ago, you never called me back.
Well, I can't make it, Donna. Why not?
Because I have a big client dinner. Ha. Well, that's way more important
than your daughter's birthday. Listen, she is 3 years old, okay?
Three years old, okay? Do you think she cares whether I'm there or not?
You know what, Joe?
As a husband, as a father,
you are a fucking joke! You know what? You're a bitch, Donna.
What did you say? You're a fucking bitch!
Fuck... Fuck!
We don't make ads for Joe Doakes.
No, John Q. Public, John and Jane Doe, Mr. Everyman.
No, no, no.
We make ads for Daniel Newcombe.
We make ads for Joe Doucett.
We cater to the elite, the créme de la créme.
Celebrities, athletes, entertainers, rappers.
All in a Daniel Newcombe fine motor vehicle.
That's what I'm gonna do for you.
It's a really great idea. It's a great idea. Listen to the lady.
I'm gonna give you a shot. That's what I like to hear.
Call me at the office first thing Monday. I will do so, sir.
I've gotta make a call. Please excuse me.
You gotta do business when you gotta do business.
Don't be long? Okay. I'll be right back, baby.
- A beautiful couple. - He's the best.
You won't regret it. I promise you.
Congratulations.
Thank you, Judy. I don't think I could've done that without you.
Oh, sure you could've.
Laughing at all my jokes, telling him what great ideas I have.
They are great ideas. I appreciate that.
From one bullshit artist to another. Listen.
I was thinking, what do you say you and I,
we get together this weekend, ditch the old man,
bottle of Scotch, eight ball of coke,
dirty movies on Skinemax?
What? Excuse me? Heh.
Let me get this straight.
You think I said those things because I wanna fuck you?
Yeah. No.
No? No. I wanna get out of here
and away from you as fast as humanly possible.
Daniel likes you, God knows why. Okay.
Yeah? But, Joe?
You're a dick.
And I would rather fuck a corpse.
Joe.
You wanna disrespect me? No. I didn't...
That's all right. It was just a misunderstanding.
I'm a big boy. I'm a big boy. I can take it.
Okay.
But you disrespect the woman I love, son, that's...
- That's just plain stupid. - It was just a misunderstanding.
Let's go, baby.
He's not worth the trouble.
Mm.
Mm. Uh!
I'm dry!
Does anybody have any more alcohol?
Shut the fuck up!
Does anyone have more alcohol?
Whoa.
I can't...
♪ I don't wanna go anymore ♪♪
Hey, wait up!
U.S.A.
U.S.A. Whoa!
What is that?
I know what that is.
What have you got? Five dollar.
What? I haven't even touched anything yet.
Okay?
How much is that? Five dollar.
Ah...
My daughter.
She's gonna be 3 years old.
It's her birthday.
Give me 5 dollar. Three years old.
Spec... Give me 5 dollar.
You give me 5 dollar.
Mwah.
Oh...
No.
Stop it.
Hey.
Hey!
Chucky!
- Chucky! - We're closed.
No! It's Joe!
Are you deaf? I said we're closed.
Joe! Open up.
Hey! Come on! Give me one drink.
Come on. One... Coffee.
No. Fuck coffee.
No, you promised. You promised.
You promised. Tell the duck.
I don't wanna tell the duck. Come back tomorrow. You'll thank me in the morning.
No! No!
Fuck, no! Ah!
Goddamn it.
You don't wanna have fun!
Nobody wants to have fun anymore.
Goddamn it.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Hi.
Hey, I'm gonna take a piss, all right?
Okay?
Oh. Sorry about the toilet.
I didn't mean...
Hello?
Underwear.
What the hell is this?
Where the fuck is the phone?
Hello?
Can anybody hear me?
Hello?
Son of a bitch.
Hello?
Can anybody hear me on the outside?
I'm stuck in a motel room.
Hello?
Fuck!
Hello?
Hey. Hey.
Tell me why I'm here. Tell... No, listen.
Tell me why I'm here. No, no, no.
Ah. Ow.
Dumplings. Anything but dumplings.
Please.
Please can I have something else to eat?
Jesus H. Christ, God love you,
give me something other than this crap.
We're gonna squeeze for two
and then we're gonna open for two. Make sure you resist it.
This is a great way to tone and strengthen your upper legs.
And we all know that's an area that often gets neglected.
So, if you haven't already, join with me now.
And squeeze.
Come on, and up. Good.
Can you feel the burn? Yes.
And release. Release.
Here we go.
And... Squeeze.
And release.
Let's go, keep going. Squeeze. Squeeze.
And up. Ahh.
Ahh.
Now we're gonna speed it up.
Oh, yeah. Ahh.
Ahh. Ooh. Ahh.
Good. Feel it. I am.
Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Mm. Oh.
Ahh. Ahh.
Good, and open.
Good, and squeeze. And...
Good. Squeeze.
And open.
Squeeze.
And open.
There she is.
I owe you one.
Early this morning, the body of single mother Donna Hawthorne
was discovered in her Southside apartment.
Police confirmed that she was raped and savagely beaten to death.
The victim was the mother of a 3-year-old girl
who was inside the apartment at the time of the killing.
The evidence is irrefutable.
Prime suspect Joseph Doucett was the victim's former husband
and father of the surviving child.
That's all from Stephanie Lee, here on the scene. Back to you, Michael.
Remember,
your enemy is most vulnerable just before he strikes.
This area is extremely dangerous. Don't let your guard down for a second.
They're everywhere.
This is really big.
We need to think about what our next move will be.
We must figure out a plan and execute it.
More importantly, we need to get you two together.
- You have to speak with him. - Unfortunately, it didn't work.
He's still alive.
We're going to have to try something else.
I don't know. That seems risky.
If those two guys are who we think they are...
I am sorry.
Six, seven, eight.
Up, down. Let's take it down, down, slow.
Down, down, slow.
Take it lower.
That's it, bring it up.
Down, down, slow.
Arch your back. That's it.
That's it.
Recover before we get back into it.
I, William Jefferson Clinton, do solemnly swear
I will faithfully execute the office of president...
Come on this way.
Mm. Mm, mm.
You're the king.
Don't ever leave me.
Oh, I won't touch your babies.
I won't touch your babies.
I'll keep you nice and comfy here.
Yes, you protect those babies.
You protect those babies.
Where are you?
Aah! No!
No, no, no!
No!
I'm sorry.
No.
Huh.
Uh...
July 30th, 1994.
Donna Hawthorne is brutally raped and beaten to death
by her ex-husband, Joseph Doucett.
It's an open-and-shut case, but there's just one problem.
The killer has disappeared.
For five years Joe Doucett has eluded justice.
Where could this fiend be hiding?
I'm James Prestley.
Tonight, we examine this mystery of crime.
What can you tell us about Mia?
We adopted Mia shortly after the tragedy.
Neither her mother or this Doucett murderer
had any living relatives
so we were lucky enough to... Blessed.
Yeah.
We were blessed to have this angel come into our lives.
- Does Mia know what happened? - No.
I mean, she knows she's adopted and that her real mother is gone
but no more than that.
We're waiting until she's older to tell her.
I wanted to talk to Mia, but instead, Ken and Shirley Roos
let us watch their daughter do what she loves best.
Ah... Ah.
Yay.
"Dear daughter, dear Mia,
I saw you on TV today. You looked very pretty.
When you played your cello, it was so beautiful.
I'm glad that you're happy.
That you're being taken care of by such nice people.
I wish it were me.
I'm writing to you to tell you
Lift your arms. Bend your right knee.
that today I vow to change.
And today, I pledge to fight against the impulses
that poison my body
No, no, no. And my mind
and my soul.
And I do this, dear daughter,
for you
In hopes that one day you will see me not for who I was
but for who I am. Squeeze.
And I know that you hate me. Good.
And I deserve your hate
But not for the death of your mother.
No...
I did not kill her.
I deserve your hate because I was never a father to you.
Until now."
Five, four,
three, two, one.
Are you Andrew Blumenthal?
Are you Daniel Newcombe?
Oh!
Are you Patrick Vinelli?
Mr. Sharkey?
Richard Dennison?
Are you Kenny Flowers?
Samuel Carver?
Are you Mark Atlas?
We've fought for the cause of liberty and for the peace of the world.
Are you Bill Myers?
Are you Tom Marshall?
We are facing a storm that most of us have feared.
The storm is now a category five
with sustained winds of 150 miles an hour
with wind gusts of 190 miles per hour.
I will get out.
And whoever you are,
wherever you are,
I will find you.
preserve, protect and defend
The Constitution of the United States.
So help you God. So help me God.
Freedom is yours. You can do it.
Keep pushing, keep breathing. Feel the inner peace within you.
Another chance to freedom.
It's always there for you.
That's everything. Back to you, Ray.
Ninety-one, 92,
93,
94.
"Dear daughter, today I leave this place,
this prison.
And once I'm free, I will get these letters to you, somehow.
All I ask, Mia, is that you read them before you judge me.
I beg you.
Please.
Your loving father."
Over 20 years on the air.
This season we look back
at the greatest mysteries of crime in our history.
Tonight,
the murder of Donna Hawthorne. Tell me about your mother.
I don't remember my mother,
but I know I loved her.
I know it in my heart and my soul.
And your father?
I don't remember him, either.
I'm sorry, that's not what I was asking.
I hate him for what he did.
No, there's a part of me that hates him for what he did
but there's another part that wants to understand,
that wants to ask why.
Your father's been missing for 20 years.
I don't know if you presume he's dead
but if I could somehow bring him here, do you think you could forgive him?
Uh...
I could try.
Mia Roos is a beautiful and very talented young woman
but what's most impressive about her is her gentle and compassionate spirit.
I only hope that she's able to find some kind of closure one day.
This mystery may remain unsolved, but one thing is clear.
Justice always prevails.
I'm James Prestley.
God bless you.
Hey.
Hey, slow down a second.
Stop.
Get the fuck off of me! Hey!
Leave the lady alone.
Leave her the fuck alone.
Stop! Stop! Wait!
Please! No! No!
No!
Stop! Stop!
Stop! Please!
Please!
Let him know I stopped by, all right?
Hey. Where is she?
Tell me where she is!
- Don't hurt me! - Where is she?
Hey! Let him go!
Jesus, let go of him!
Jesus, Johnny, are you okay?
If you wanna see the doctor, respect the rules, okay?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I thought he was someone else. You okay?
ls everything all right? Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.
That must be yours. Johnny takes things that don't belong to him sometimes.
I'm really sorry about that. Hey, I'm Dr. Tom Melby. I run the clinic.
I'm Joe Doakes.
Johnny, can we give Mr. Doakes his umbrella back?
- Please? - No.
No he can keep it. You sure?
Sir? Uh, Joe? Um, uh...
Sorry. If you think that you might need any medical help
or, you know, if you just... If you just wanna talk to
someone, my name is Marie Sebastian.
Please, take that.
We're closed!
Are you deaf? I said, we're closed!
Chucky.
Do I know you?
It's Joe.
Joe?
Come in.
Twenty years in the same room?
Jesus Christ, I would have lost my mind.
Ahh. Why?
Why would somebody do that to you? What could you have possibly done?
Here, I think you could use this.
No, I'm fine with coffee. Well, what are you gonna do, Joe?
Hello?
Hello, Joseph. How was your first day of freedom?
Who is this? "I believe
that we are solely responsible for our choices,
and we have to accept the consequences
of every deed, word and thought throughout our lifetime. "
That was written by Elisabeth Kilbler-Ross, Joseph.
And now, I want you to look at every
deed, word and thought
in the course of your miserable existence.
Heh. There's more coming.
A formal proposal
that if you are successful, Joseph, I think you will find peace.
I believe you may even find happiness.
Perhaps with that lovely daughter of yours, Mia.
Mia has nothing to do with this. Anyway, I'll be in touch.
Was that him? Let me see.
Blocked. What'd he say?
I need your help, Chucky.
Okay, Daniel Newcombe.
Probably gonna be a lot of Daniel Newcombes.
He owned a bunch of car dealerships.
Daniel Newcombe Fine Motor Cars.
Well...
"Local businessman killed in mid-air collision."
We can take him off the list.
You know, if you don't mind me saying,
that's a very long list. I know.
Bernard Sharkey. Yeah.
Advanced, uh...
Advanced Advertising.
"Never Say Die Senior Citizen Club."
- That's him? - Yeah.
Why is he on the list?
Because he was my boss. Is there an address?
Uh, yeah. This guy? Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can check him out.
What'd he do? Oh, it's what I did, not what he did.
Save him. Mm-hm.
What do you have to do? Just write it in there?
Yeah. You write whatever you want in there and then you hit enter. That's all.
I can do the rest. No, I'm good.
No, why don't you go to sleep? You sure?
Yeah. All right.
Joe.
Got some coffee.
Joe! Joe!
Hey! Hey, man!
Come on.
Hey, man! Hey!
911 operator, what's your emer...?
He gonna be all right?
Yeah, he'll be fine. He just needs to rest. Guy's exhausted.
He's also malnourished and dehydrated.
What happened to him?
He showed up last night completely out of the blue.
I haven't seen the guy in 20 years. I didn't even recognize him at first.
Comes inside, we sit down, he starts telling me this crazy story.
What's the story?
How do you know him? I don't.
You don't. Well, what's the story?
I said enough already. I don't know who you are.
Come on, Chucky!
It's 9:00 already! Shit.
Okay, I gotta open the joint.
Okay. I'm gonna stick around and make sure he's all right for a while.
Hold your horses.
Dear daughter, dear Mia,
I have been unjustly held in this god-awful place for almost 20 years.
When I'm free of this place, and I will be free of it,
my purpose will be simple and pure.
I intend to prove my love for you.
To do this, I must find the man who put me here.
I am your father.
Now it is my duty,
now it is my responsibility
to take care of you.
To love you, Mia. Please give me that chance.
The world can be a cold, ugly place, and people can be cruel and deceitful.
But never let that change who you are.
One day I will be there to share it with you.
Love, Daddy.
You read them?
You read my letters?
You had no right!
Who the fuck are you?
Chucky called me because you were in bad shape.
I'm all right now, you can get out. No, you're far from all right.
What are you doing here?
I apologize for reading your letters.
You didn't call the police?
No, I didn't. Why?
I believe you. Why?
I believe that you've been locked up for a long time.
Okay? I believe you want to be a father to your daughter.
Don't touch me.
And that you want to prove your love to her.
Okay. I said, don't touch me.
Unh! Okay.
What if I thought you knew too much, huh?
Reading my letters.
What if I felt like I needed to kill you right now?
Then I suppose I'd be dead.
Joe,
please take your hands off me.
If you are trying to find your daughter
and clear your name, I could help you. Or let me take you to people who can.
There are social workers, legal aid, even cops I trust.
No, I don't need your help.
Bernard Sharkey.
Oh. Bernard. He's up the stairs. It's nice of y'all to come.
He doesn't get many visitors.
Thank you. Bye. Enjoy.
Sorry, boss.
How do you know that's not him? He seems happy.
The one who called me doesn't know what happy means.
What? I need Yellow Pages.
Where are all the payphones? No. Okay. Hold on.
What are you looking for? A restaurant.
Okay. It's called Dragon something.
There. Here.
Five dollar.
Sir, buy something for your girlfriend. Only $5.
Buy anything, $5.
Ugh.
I have to go. I have a shift, I can't just not show up.
I put my number in your phone.
I'll be free all day tomorrow. Thank you.
The usual, sir? Yep. Thank you.
- Yeah. - Put it on the bill.
Have a good day. See you tomorrow.
Where's my next order?
Sir. Excuse me, sir. Sir!
Hey.
You know the drill. Put it on the table.
Thirty-nine across. "Alter ego of Edmond Dantés."
The Count of Monte Cristo.
Hello. It's time to feed the pets.
F-O-O-D. F-O-O-D.
Goddamn, these motherfuckers don't do shit.
Hey, what's up with the...? Unh!
Let me up out of here, motherfucker. Me and you, man-to-man. Come on. Let's go.
Shit.
You want some get back, then let me get up.
Me and you can go at it, motherfucker. How about it?
Hold still.
What the fuck are you doing?
Shut the fuck up.
There we go.
Are you ready?
Might wanna think about what you're doing.
I've been thinking about it for the last 20 years.
Wait. What...?
Hold still. Cocksucker.
Ow! Ow! Motherfucker. Ow!
Shit.
Heh, heh. You no dick, ass-licking son of a bitch!
Fuck you. No, fuck you.
Oh! You booger-eating, piss-drinking motherfucker.
If you stop now, you may get out of here alive.
I'm gonna keep going
till I can pull your head off with my bare hands.
Okay?
Listen to me. Listen to me.
I only run this place, all right?
I was hired to keep you here.
Who hired you?
I can't tell you that. Then do me a favor
and shut the fuck up.
Who hired you?
I don't know his fucking name!
Who hired you? No, no, no.
I swear. I swear it's the truth.
It's the truth. I never ask their names.
They never tell.
Oh, goddamn you, motherfucker!
God...! Oh, goddamn!
Oh, no. Oh, please. Please.
I know you're gonna tell me something. I don't know shit.
I swear before God and eight motherfucking white people, all right?
Look. Look. No, no, no.
The tapes. The tapes. Where?
Over there in the cabinet. Go, look.
First one. Right there. Go look. Right there.
Right there, right there.
First cabinet.
Second shelf, third tray, first cassette.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. That one. That one.
"Tape one. Doucett."
Go ahead, play it. Listen to it.
I don't know who he is. I never get names.
I swear.
Sir, for a very long time,
we have served a very elite group of clients.
Now, I surmise that you've encountered one such individual.
That's the only way you received this number.
Correct.
Sir, this business existed long before my tenure
and will continue long after I'm gone.
Never has a released guest made its existence known
to the outside world.
- You've convinced me. - Good.
How long will we have the pleasure
of entertaining this Mr. Doucett as a guest?
Twenty years.
Get your asses up here now.
Open the door!
- See? - Chaney!
I told you.
Well, do we?
- You tell those motherfuckers... - Tell them what?
Aah! Get the fuck away from the door!
Move away from the fucking door!
You hear me say get away? Get away from the door.
Back the fuck up! Back up!
All right!
Easy. Easy now. Back up!
Easy. Easy.
You're not gonna get away with this, Joe.
Back up. Easy. Easy. Easy, Joe.
Now! Get him!
- Get his ass! He killed Marco? - Yeah, yeah, they killed Marco.
Son of a bitch.
Fuck!
Oh, my God.
You must take care of yourself.
The fun is only just beginning.
Joe.
What the fuck happened?
Come on.
Come on, Joe.
Hello?
Marie, he needs to stay down for at least a week.
Keep movement to a minimum because we don't wanna tear out those sutures.
He lost a lot of blood, but if he stays down, he should be all right.
Half a centimeter difference on some lacerations,
it could've been a different story.
I really appreciate this, Tom.
You should let me take him to the hospital.
Well, you can't. Why not?
Somebody tried to kill him. Isn't that something we should call the police over?
Well, I'm asking you not to.
He isn't a stray dog or a bird with a broken wing, Marie.
I know that you love your lost causes
but sometimes we meet people who can get us to engage in old thinking.
So, what, you think I'm using again? Is that what you think?
Fuck you.
Come in.
Hey. Just wanted to see if you were feeling all right.
I just wanna take a look at that wound on your back really quickly, if that's okay.
Just turn around here.
Unh. Sorry.
Okay.
Well, it looks like the bleeding has stopped, so that's a good sign.
I can't tell you what to do. And I can't tell Marie either.
But I can tell you this. She's been through a lot.
And if there's one thing that she doesn't need any more of from anyone,
it's pain.
Please don't hurt her.
He likes you.
Do you like him?
Uh, no. That was a long time ago.
Well, he still likes you.
I got your suit cleaned for you.
They didn't, um... They didn't patch up the hole.
Can I help you? Here.
Well, I think you should go.
Come on, go.
Come on, get out of here.
Go. Are you serious?
Don't come back. Go.
Come on, go.
All right, ladies and gentlemen, last call for alcohol.
Speak up or forever hold your peace.
Hello?
Hello.
I thought it was time we met.
Aah! Hey!
Hey! What the...?
Cool. Be cool. All right, all right.
Kill me now
and die seconds later never knowing why.
Stop it!
I have your daughter. If you'd like to see her alive again,
I hope we can continue without the violence.
May I see your list?
No.
It's of no use to you, trust me.
I have a proposition for you, Joseph.
If you should accept and succeed, you will be greatly rewarded.
Firstly, with a video tape recording
of the rape and murder of your wife,
Donna Hawthorne. No! No!
Oh, God, no.
- No. I don't wanna watch it. - No!
Please. Turn it off.
Say goodbye. Say goodbye.
- Turn it off. Turn it off. - Very well.
Secondly, my handwritten confession
to that crime and your kidnapping and imprisonment.
Thirdly, and this is my favorite one,
20 million dollars in diamonds.
Lastly, and again, this is only if you should succeed,
I will put a bullet through my brain,
and you can watch.
Answer two questions.
One, who am I?
And two, why did I imprison you for 20 years?
If you provide satisfactory answers to both of these questions
in little more than 46 hours from now, you win.
Refusal of the challenge brings the same result as failure.
You stay a fugitive from justice,
you get no reward, no closure,
and I kill your daughter.
If you or anyone you know should go to the police
or try to warn Mia, the consequences will be severe.
Especially for her. If you doubt the extent of my will or my reach,
I suggest you look in on your friend Marie.
That is a live broadcast. My proposition, yes or no?
Yes.
It's 629 Cooper Street, and you'd better hurry.
Marie.
Marie. Marie.
Hey, Joe.
I was gonna let Cortez here have some fun with her.
But now that you're here,
the bitch can wait.
- Let's get him up on the table. - Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.
Pull him up.
The last person that got the better of me,
I tracked her funky ass down
and tortured her for 16 fucking days.
Now, compared to what I'm about to do to you,
that was like an ant fucking an elephant.
Yes?
I'm afraid I can't do that.
Reparations must be made.
Indeed it was you who gave me this address
and I appreciate that, but...
No. No, there's nothing you can give me that will stop me...
"Go to the door."
- Cortez. - Yo.
Cortez.
Move.
Oh, well, maybe I can...
I thank you for your generosity, sir. Damn.
And thank you for appreciating my sacrifice.
Yes, sir. You have a good evening too.
You are a lucky motherfucker, you know that?
Let's go.
I'm sorry.
Hey. Hey. Hey.
It's okay. It's okay.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I have a friend downtown, so I can, um...
I can stay with her. I don't feel safe here anymore.
Hello?
Every time he calls, the same music plays.
Uh, Evergreen Academy.
Have you ever heard of that?
The prep school I went to.
This is so weird, I can't find anything.
Here's something.
Who's Edwina Burke?
She was the headmistress. She might know something.
I used to drink a lot.
Yeah, well, I used to drink, and I also did a shitload of other stuff, but...
Tonight was actually... It was the first time that I wanted to use again.
I'm glad you're here.
Uh, Miss Burke? Edwina Burke from Evergreen Academy?
Yes. I was wondering if I could talk to you
about a former student? Joe Doucett.
- Come in. - I hope I'm not disturbing you.
Not at all. I was just making some tea. Please, sit.
Joseph Doucett.
Do you remember him? Of course.
We had many students gain notoriety, but he was our only murderer.
Thank God. Well, what if I told you
that Joe Doucett is innocent and another man killed his wife?
Someone he knew at Evergreen.
Why don't you tell me who you are?
I'm sorry. My name's Marie Sebastian.
Have you heard of the Innocence Project?
The Innocence Project works with convicted felons.
Joseph disappeared 20 years ago.
Excuse me.
You really think he didn't do it?
We have evidence that suggests he was framed.
That comes as some relief.
He was a very handsome boy.
Terrible student, but Donna adored him
but he never appreciated that or her.
He was the kind of boy who thought very highly of himself
and no one else.
In fact, he could be quite cruel to the others.
Always with a grin, as if it were a joke.
I always felt he was a bit of a lost soul.
You said you thought it might be another student?
- I'm assuming Joe had enemies? - Many.
But for one to do something so horrible?
That would require a very deep level of hatred.
Well, was there someone?
Anyone like that?
I honestly don't remember.
I drove by the academy this morning.
What happened?
They took it from him.
My father built it brick by brick.
The board of directors sold it to some faceless corporation
and the gates have been locked ever since.
It's all still there.
Files, records, the entire history of the school,
abandoned.
Bye. Marie.
When you first arrived, you said you believe Joe ¡s innocent,
not was.
I assumed he was dead.
Thank you.
God, you went to school here?
A long time ago.
Let's come back tonight. Okay.
Hello? I didn't know him back then.
I don't even recognize the name.
Your friends? Maybe they know him.
I haven't seen those assholes in years. I doubt they'd talk to me.
I hated everything about that fucking place, except you.
I'm sorry, Joe. No, there's nothing to be sorry about.
Let me see what I can find out. Okay?
All right.
We should change your bandage.
Need help? Yeah, please.
Sister?
The party you have called is not available. Leave a message.
Joe, it's Chucky. Call me as soon as you get this.
It's not about him, it's about her. The whore, remember?
Jesus, Joe, call me.
Chucky?
You called her a whore.
You called her a whore!
Whore! Whore! Whore!
Adrian Pryce. Adrian Pryce.
I got it.
"As we begin our preparation for the new year, I'd like to call attention
to the arrival of a new legacy student from the Pryce family, Amanda Pryce."
Will you check for Amanda?
Nineteen eighty-six.
I got it.
Amanda Pryce. "It has come to my attention
that the Pryce family is relocating to Luxembourg."
Do you remember her?
Now, hold on.
Freshwomen should be in their rooms. This is a serious infraction.
Give it back to me. Hey, Joe, leave her alone.
If she wants to go, let her go. Donna, shut up.
This is sexy. Very sexy. Huh, Chucky?
Give it back to me. Aw. What a fucking freak.
- Here, douche bag. - Disgusting.
- Hey. - Come on.
Joe, let her through.
What dorm number are you in?
- Come on, let her go. - Aw...
- Really? - That bitch.
Chucky, shut the fuck up.
You gonna let her talk to me like that?
I don't care, I'm drunk.
Now, let's get back.
I can't be missed.
Here you go.
There. "Family Tragedy in Luxembourg."
We are in the midst of a most unpleasant mess.
The crime scene indicates a double murder, suicide,
and one seriously injured young man.
The names cannot be released at this time
awaiting the family identification.
"Son Tells Tale of Murder."
That's him. The man in the greenhouse that night.
He was her father.
Chucky, where are you? Call me.
Shh. Shh, Shh, Shh.
If he kills you, you're not gonna see your daughter.
Okay? And if you kill him,
you're still not going to see your daughter.
Just don't go.
I don't have a choice.
Please.
I don't want you to go.
Listen to me.
You promise me you'll stay in this room.
Hey.
Don't call anyone,
don't talk to anyone.
You stay.
Will you promise?
Yes.
This is Dr. Tom Melby. Listen carefully to what I tell you.
Is Marie okay? Write this down, you'll need directions.
I'm ready. Tell me where to go.
Where's Mia?
There.
Where? Where is she?
Here.
Quite close by, actually.
But you will not see her,
you will not save her until I have your answers.
Please put that away. She will suffer great pain if you do not.
Your reward.
As I said, I'm a man of my word.
So who am I?
Adrian Doyle Pryce.
Why did I imprison you for 20 years?
You blame me for what happened. Elaborate.
I saw your sister with a man, down at the greenhouse.
"They were fucking. They were fucking."
Isn't that what you told everyone? Yes.
I told Donna.
I told Chucky, I told half of Evergreen.
Gossip spreads like the plague.
Amanda's a whore! Whore! Whore! Stop it!
Whore! Whore! Whore! Leave me alone!
- Chucky! Stop it now! - Whore! Whore! Whore!
Chucky! Stop it now! I didn't do anything!
You have no idea how difficult it was for Amanda then.
The torture that she endured, all because of you.
Continue.
I didn't know it was your father until today.
The school must have found out what was going on,
and he got your family out of the States as fast as possible.
I'm only guessing, but running didn't help.
He must've been afraid of what was coming.
You know nothing of my father.
He knew no fear, only love.
Arthur Pryce was a great man.
He will always be a great man.
What we had together...
was beautiful and special and pure.
My father did what he did to honor and preserve that.
Father.
Daddy.
My father loved my mother.
Daddy.
He loved my sister.
And he loved me.
You see, Joseph, my sister Amanda and I thought
that what we had with my father would last forever.
That nobody could take it from us.
And yet, you did.
And, yes,
that is why I imprisoned you for 20 years.
It seems you've won, Mr. Doucett.
Take me to Mia.
Yes, of course.
Do you know what I find fascinating, Joseph?
All this time, you never stopped to ask
the most fundamental question of all.
Why did I let you go?
Mind your head.
Introducing one of the longest-running shows on television
but it had only a single viewer.
You.
We adopted Mia shortly after the tragedy.
Neither her mother or this Doucett murderer
had any living relatives.
So we were lucky enough to... Blessed.
Yes, we were blessed.
Isn't it amazing?
People just believe whatever they see on television.
Thank you, Ashley. You can go.
What...?
- Joseph. Ha-ha-ha. - No. No. Mia.
Mia!
Oh, Joseph.
Joseph, that is not your daughter.
Ashley is a musician and very well paid actress
that I've had in my employ since she was 10 years old. Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, goodness.
Enough with the games.
You tell me where she is. You tell me.
Answer the question you never asked.
Why did I let you go?
You tell me. You tell me.
You know the answer, Joseph.
In your heart of hearts, you know
the plain and simple truth.
- Mia. Mia. - It took a while...
Mia. Where are you going? to change her name...
her records...
to find the right parents.
An insensitive mother,
a loving father taken from her too soon.
It took 20 years to create her.
A sensitive, caring woman,
eager to help those in need
because she herself had overcome
such a troubled past.
The kind of woman who couldn't help
but fall in love with a man like you...
Joseph Doucett.
No!
No, no, no! God!
No, God, no, please, no!
Please, God, no!
- Joe? Joe? - No way, no way, no!
Aah. No.
No, no, no.
You can't hurt her.
Who is this?
Leave her out of it, please. Please.
Who is this? Please, please, please.
No, don't hurt her.
Hurt me. Hurt me.
Kill me. Yes, yes, yes.
Yes. Kill me. Please. Shh.
Shh. I don't want to kill you, Joseph. Please kill me.
This is why I let you go.
Shh.
So that I could experience this moment with you.
So that you could truly understand what I had,
and what you took from me.
Heaven make me free of it.
The rest is silence.
"Dear Marie, you will never see me again.
I'm gone from your life forever.
I have done something terrible.
Something unforgivable.
And for it, I must be punished.
For a short while, I was happy...
because of you.
And I will cherish that happiness forever.
Marie, I will love you, always.
But you must forget me.
Do not waste one more moment of your life thinking about me.
I want you to be with someone who will care for you,
watch over you, bring you joy,
not pain.
I want you to find happiness with a good man
who has a good heart.
A man unlike me.
Goodbye.
Joe."