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It's a deal, Christine. See you.

Thank you very much.

Well, maybe you should give it a gander and then come over here to the parish...

Never had the chance to fight for them.

Gordon Stewart Northcott,

Come on, Mrs. Collins.

What's the matter?

I kept clean after I confessed, Reverend,

Afraid to come home and identify himself,

No wonder he's submerged the memory.

and asked me to drop in on him...

but I think a few phone calls are in order.

The sandwich all right?

Oh, no, not for years.

I just wanna go home.

We should go, ma'am.

The LAPD made a mistake,

This committee has now heard all of the testimony,

You've given this a lot of thought.

he was inches taller than you are now.

Yeah, I got in a couple of days ago,

They can't catch all of us.

we don't dispatch units on missing child cases for 24 hours.

My son is missing.

This is my husband, John. - Hi.

My cousin is Gordon Northcott.

I have letters from his teachers and his doctors...

I believe he is waiting, ma'am.

He was not my son.

Hey, sport. - Hey, Mom.

Five years, case closed, everyone thinks he's dead, and there he is.

I'm afraid it never gets any easier.

County jail is a lot worse than a juvenile hall or a foster home.

Take her away. - No. No, no.

See, I did my penance,

We need him for questioning.

I take it you've been treated well by my boys in the department?

I don't wanna take anything that I don't know what it is.

Every once in a while they say something that's a little inconvenient,

Thanks for your help.

The Desert Local, train number 45,

until her senses can be restored.

You're not him. You're not my son.

Turns out, you're the first woman in 30 years...

We are all here because we want to know the real facts in this case.

or I'll have him arrested for disturbing the peace.

Sir, sir. What did the boy mean by that?

Answer me. - Or what?

This one. Look at me.

Is there anybody here representing the police?

You know, just dump it. - All right.

What are you doing? - Hold still.

I'm the pastor over at St. Paul's Presbyterian.

Do you know who I am?

She was shocked at first.

Mrs. Collins. I'm Leanne Clay.

Technicalities aside.

Go ahead, please.

See, they can never come together without an operation to sever the tissue,

Can I see her now?

The LAPD is dedicated to serving the public at all times.

We're here for the exact same reasons.

Could we speak about it Monday? - Yeah, absolutely.

you got no business walking the streets of Los Angeles.

Because once civil disobedience starts...

a man who's sued this city four times and won.

and I won't be forgiven again.

I'm out of time here,

Stop. Stop it. Stop it.

He says if you come up to see him in person,

There are times that's exactly the right language to use.

What are you doing here?

Well, if it is, he's changed enormously.

Mrs. Collins, I'm so sorry.

and the hurt you're causing.

You can stop now. It's over.

But the tissue between Walter's teeth prevents that from happening.

And now... And now what?

Well, that's odd because when you were admitted,

What'd he make you do?

until October 2, 1930.

Christine, he's willing to finally admit that he did it.

I have given the LAPD every opportunity to admit their mistake...

The boy, Walter Collins,

No. - Open your mouth. Open, open your mouth.

You're feeling a little uncertain right now, and that's to be expected.

Good night. - Good night.

Or maybe you have, is that it?

because I am all he has.

Please, don't struggle. - What?

We rely on our good friends in the police department...

Hold on a second.

I couldn't file a report for 24 hours,

One more, please. - That's a good one.

I don't know their names. - Did you kill my son? Yes...

while you were wasting valuable time denying you had done anything wrong.

I want to make it real clear...

It was because of her...

Of course, anyone reading the newspaper with half a brain...

It's a lot worse.

My room. My room. My room.

I live at 210 Avenue 23.

You could go where you wanted, do whatever you wanted,