The daughter survived
a b*llet to the head.
I remember.
Who is he?
You're not gonna
take her from me.???
Hey!
I'll k*ll all of you.
(g*nsh*t)
Hey!
You're coming, too.
RUSH:
I'm going.
You' die.
sh**t me! Do it now!
the following story is fictional and does
notdepict any actual person or event
Pop says we're
not supposed to go
past Mrs. Mortenson's house.
Who cares what
your pop says?
No, serious.
He'll blow a gasket
if we go to
the pool again.
So what are
we gonna do?
Hang out here in Snoozerville?
He said a kid
just got b*at up
really bad in Fishtown.
Jackie's gonngo
wee-wee in his diaper.
Scaredy cat.
Shut up, man.
I ain't scared.
So what are you
waiting for, wusses?
All right.
To the pool.
Fishtown teenagers
Dylan Noakes and Teddy Nimmo
were convicted today
in the brutal deaths
of three local fifth-grade boys.
Nimmo was the only one
to confess to the crime,
calling it a "thrill k*ll."
Look who bothered
coming to work.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey...
You okay?
Oh, yeah, they...
they just took
the stitches out.
Ah.
It's nothing. I'm fine.
You look good, Lil.
You do.
The city's going
all-out, huh?
Yeah.
Take a b*llet, think
they'd give you more
than a Mickey Mouse band-aid.
Didn't stop them from siccing
IAD on our asses.
JEFFRIES:
Protocol--
said he's got
to dot the "I's,"
cross the "T's,"
prove it was
a good sh**ting.
So, uh, you ready
to jump back in
the saddle here or what?
VERA:
?? Nervous Nellies.
Need a refill.
Second that.
Uh, get you anything, Lil?
No, no, I'm good.
Thanks.
WOMAN:
Are you detectives?
You need something?
You people k*lled my son.
Teddy.
Teddy Nimmo.
Welcome back, Lil.
I heard about that job.
Your son and
his buddy
did a triple
back in ' , ' .
VALENS:
We put him away,
lady, we didn't k*ll him.
Might as well have.
Teddy hung himself.
They gave me his stuff
from the cell.
I found this letter.
"I tape their eyes shut
"so they stay in
e dark forever.
"Just like me.
Stop me. I am the monster."
Must have been
the real k*ller
that sent
him that letter
when they first locked him up.
Should've given it
to his lawyer.
Yeah? Teddy tried.
Again and again.
I just talked
to that jackass.
He never listened.
Maybe 'cause your
son wrotit.
Ain't possible.
Believe me.
We're not gonna
just take your word.
My boy, uh, he couldn't write.
He could
barely read.
They said he was a monster
because was used
to smile at the trial.
That's what Teddy does
when he's scared.
He smiles.
My son, he woul't hurt a soul.
We'll look into it, Mrs. Nimmo.
No, you won't.
We're just Fishtown
trash, right?
People like us...
'we don't matter.
???
Cops never released
that detail to the public,
doer taping the dead
kids' eyes shut.
Well, he had
an accomplice, right?
Maybe that guy wrote it.
Well, then who mailed it?
Postmark's from Philly.
His buddy's doing life
up in Graterford.
Could be worth another look.
Could be
a wild-goose chase.
And ito'cled.
Well, if the k*ller's
still out there...
it's not.
VALENS:
The victims were last
seen on their bikes
outside the Raymes
residence.
Bodies found a day later.
RU:
Ran into the doers
at the abandoned pool.
Dylan and Teddy's
"hangout."
Our cause of death,
blunt force trauma.
Multiple blows
to the skull, the face.
m*rder w*apon never found.
Criminal psychologist
said the scene
"reflected the frenzied,
expl*sive rage
of a severely disturbed
and abused child."
Or two of them.
Teddy, raised by a crackhead
single mom.
Dylan, bumped around the foster
care system since age five.
History of abuse,
petty crime,
setting fires.
On the stand, Dylan called
himself a "nihilist."
No beliefs,
no loyalties,
no purpose in life
but destruction.
I didn't know you
worked this job.
No, I didn't.
This kind of m*ssacre,
everyone knew about it,
wanted answers, blood.
Glad to have you back.
Good to be back, boss.
Start counseling yet?
Not yet. I... will.
Joe Connelly
was the assigned
back in ' .
Thinking we'd have a
talk with Dylan, too.
Teddy confessed.
witness at the boys'
school overheard them
bragging about the murders,
what's there to talk about?
The letter,
who sent it?
Question Documents has it.
Maybe they give us
some answers.
Joe Connelly was a good cop.
Job's closed.
You got any open jobs
for me, boss?
Counseling's
not optional here, Rush.
Get that done first.
Yeah.
I will.
Gotta put in
my shrink hours
after that sh**ting.
Make sure I'm not nuts.
Gotta be to come back
to this job.
You know, I, um,
I never got
to say, uh,
thanks.
For what you did.
I told that
IAD jerk
what a hero you were.
As long as you don't
make me do it again.
Okay.
Take a ride up to Graterford?
Wasting our time.
Got nothing but, right?
So you coming?
Found this in your, uh,
buddy's belongings, Dylan.
Nice try.
I didn't write that drivel.
Barely looked at it.
Would you prefer
a handwriting sample?
Save us all this
face-to-face?
Heard about what
happened to Teddy yet?
Oh, shocking people...
that get you off?
You sure
you want to know
what gets me off, lady?
We're out.
Forget this ass clown.
Locked in a dark
room for hours,
your letter
writer.
Little boy blue.
Boo-hoo.
You ever locked in
a dark room, Dylan?
I am now.
All those
halfway homes,
mean foster
mommies.
Yomust hate the world.
k*lling those boys yr payback?
Sure.
I'm the fire-breathing dragon
from Happily Ever After Land.
Nice tat.
I just got it.
You want one?
You didn't answer
the question.
You'll believe
what you want.
The truth's
irrelevant.
Truth being you're a murdering
son of a bitch.
Truth being
we were and stupid.
We still believed.
Believed what?
That they wouldn't
put you away for a crime
you didn't commit.
Here they come.
Here they ar
How could they
give us life, Dyl?
We didn't do anything.
Where's my mom?
Mom?
(clamoring)
Mom?
MAN:
You let my son die!
I hope they k*ll
you in prison!
Jack!
WOMAN:
I want my son back!
Let's give them
what they want then.
Land of the free,
home of the brave.
Guilty for...
being a freak.
Welcome to the U.S. of A.
You're breaking me
up here, homes.
Stay a little
longer, guapo.
I'll break you in for real.
You promise?
I'm done here.
Attitude like that
helped put you here
in the first place.
Being poor is
what put us away.
Not to mention
your buddy's confession.
He was a kid, okay?
Mama's boy.
No match
for that cop.
You saying Connelly
forced Teddy to lie?
Cop forcing a false confesssion?
No... that never happens.
MAN:
That letter is pure B.S.
Dylan's a con artist.
imo sociopath.
Got a IQ of .
He's playing you.
JEFFRIES:
Well, maybe he is.
Just doing due diligence, Joe.
You saying I blew the job?
I'm just saying
I'm doing mine.
CONNELLY:
Takes a while, b*ating
a person to death.
VERA:
The kind of job
that gets to you.
Cost me my marriage.
I hear that.
We searched all night,
and then I found them.
It rained the night before
they were k*lled.
?? Pool sck
with mud...
Think of anything else,
you know where to find us.
Appreciate your time, Joe.
The night I go to arrest
that punk, Dylan,
you know
what he says?
What's that?
"Think I'll be on
the news tonight?"
Now you tell me
they didn't do it.
The guy did his job.
What the hell
are we doing?
Spinning our wheels.
RUSH:
Dylan's handwriting
wasn't a match to the letter.
Ain't what you
call exact science.
Could have faked it.
Could've got some
prison groupie to write it.
The kid's a genius, right?
No forensics
connecting him to that
kind of crime scene?
Come on. And what happened
to the m*rder w*apon?
They dumped it.
Bodies were left where
they're sure to be found,
sure to be connected
to Dylan and Teddy,
so why hide
the w*apon?
You're reaching, Lil.
And you're reaching
for my kung pao chicken.
It's family style. So what?
Do I look like your family?
Connelly said there was a storm
the night before the murders.
Mud all over the scene, right?
VERA:
Yeah, so what?
And the kids supposedly rode
their bikes to the pool.
So why no mud
in their wheels?
MILLER:
Squeaky clean,
every one of them.
When Connelly was tracking mud
all over the damn place.
Pool wasn't the death scene,
just the dump site.
Somebody carried the boys the,
and their bikes.
??
Thought I told you
this job was closed.
RUSH:
Well, the kids weren't
m*rder*d at the pool.
So?
How'd Dylan and Teddy
tranort the bodies?
Didn't own a car,
didn't even have licenses.
They could've stolen
a car to get them.
No vehicle thefts reported
in the vicinity of the pool.
Well, could've carried
them there at night.
No one would have
seen them.
Okay, sure, so why
go to all that trouble
of putting bodiein the one
spot connected to you?
You're saying
the dump site
was a setup?
Well, bodies were supposed
to be found,
pinned on the bad kids
who hung there / .
So where were
they k*lled?
That's what we got
to find out.
You talk to any
of the parents yet?
Probably knew
their kids' haunts.
Sean's folks left
the state years ago.
Moved to Oregon.
We reached out
to George's family.
Got shut down.
That's understandable.
Job's closed.
Why dig up the worst
memory of your life?
Jack's parents are
still in Fairmont.
His mom was the last to see.
Jeffries and Miller
are having a talk.
All right, Scotty, you're
the assigned on this one.
Yeah, sure.
ut those
monsters awa
and you want
to let them go.
That's not what we're
doing, Mr. Raymes.
We wanted to ask
about some other places
Jack and his friends
might have played.
Why?
We think your so
and his friends
were k*lled elsewhere,
moved to the pool.
Moved?
Oh, my God.
Is this really necessary?
We just barely got
our lives back together.
I'm not really sure
that my wife can go
through this again.
I've noticed a lot of empty
factories in the neighborhood.
Did any of the boys
play there?
No. I told Jack
to stay away from those places.
Boys will be boys.
Not Jack, he was a good kid.
He always minded
his mom and me, and he
would never've done
anything without telling us.
Got anything to add,
Mrs. Raymes?
I should have stopped him
from going?
JEFFRIES:
Going where?
Off the block that day.
JACK:
To the pool!
Jack, where do you think
you're going?
Nowhere.
Get over here,
mister.
I'm working
the late shift tonight,
so the last thing I need
is you running all over town.
Oh, Jack, not again
with the wipeouts.
Taking that bike away if
you can't be more careful.
I am careful, Mom.
You've been to that
pool again, haven't you?
We can do wheelies
and cool stuff there.
And Sean and George
will go home if we have
to say in Snoozerville.
And I'll be all alone!
Look, you can go past
Mrs. Mortensen's
if you promise
to stay away from the pool.
Really, Mom?
Go on,
get out of here before
I change my mind.
You might want to zip up
your backpack
before your buddies
see Lil' Duke.
Why are you carrying
him around anyway?
'Cause Lil' Duke keeps
the dragon away.
The dragon?
I thought he'd be safe.
I never should have
let him off the block.
Jack mentioned something
about a dragon?
I didn't think
anything of it.
Kids' imaginations
and all.
Jack had that
stuffed imal
the day he d*ed?
Police said they never found it.
Maybe you will?
It was his
favorite toy
when he was a little kid.
He slept with it curled
up in a little ball.
He said it, uh, "kept
the monsters away."
I mean, not that
he'd ever admit it.
He was just a
little boy, okay?
He was the victim.
Not them.
The dron.
Those boys were
scared of you.
Do you mind?
This ball and chain kind
of makes it hard to converse.
You push them off their
bikes at the pool?
Bruise them?
I scared them.
I never touched them.
Never came up
in the first investigation,
you bullying them.
If I had told,
it'd give
Connelly more rope
to hang me with.
You know tha
??? stuffed toy after you
k*lled him, Dylan?
?? Three little boys d*ed.
Someone's got to pay.
Like the trash from the wrong
side of the tracks.
So, the whole neighborhood lies?
Just the ones
that matter.
The cop,
the wannabe cheerleader.
The star witness who heard you
take credit for the murders?
Come on.
Oh, u mean
the attention whore?
Year before the trial,
she's running around school
saying that she's got
terminal cancer, right?
And your lawyer
never brought this up?
I guess it slipped his mind.
'Cause you'reothing but trash.
Did you k*ll
those boys, Dylan?
"Evil Triumphs."
You wrote that.
"When good men do nothing."
That's the quote.
"Evil triumphs
when good men do nothing."
Edmund Burke.
Guess you're
not familiar.
We'll check out
that witness.
But if this is
some kind of con...
Spent half my life in here.
I'm probably gonna die
in here, too.
I'm all out of cons.
I didn't k*ll those boys.
In court,you testified Dylan said,quote,
"We k*lled those brats,
bashed their heads in. It was fun"
That was a long time ago.
Why does it matter now
He said you made it up.
And you believe that weirdo?
I found this in the court records,too.
Restraining order you filed against your homeroom teacher.
Claimed he was stalking you.
What is this? Stalking,
cancer... I mean, lp me out here,Heidi,
'cause from where I'm sitting
you got a real problem with fact and fiction.
Everyone said they did it, even our pncipal.
Oh,so they must've,right?
Dylan and Teddy poured pig's blood
in assembly to protest
the Rwandan genocide or whatever it was called,okay?
They were freaks.
("Drain You" by Nirvana playing) Guess what I heard?
When they found those little boys,
their heads were like smushed pumpkins.
Oh,my God,freak alert, : .
I thought you'd be dead
from cancer by now,Heidi.
Um,do I even know you?
From second grade, remember?
I popped you under the jungle gym.
I bet you k*lled those kids.
Maybe we bash your head in,bitch.
So,Dylan never actually said,
"We k*lled those brats,
bashed their heads in"?
Teddy confessed to that cop,right?
What else do you want?
Homegirl basically made it up.
No one questioned her story.
Someone had to pay.
Why not the Fishtown freaks?
House of cards coming down.
We go back to Connelly? And say what
That your case sucked?
How about "it's looking like a cover-up"?
Checked out abandoned factories in Fairmont.
Complaint came in the night of the murders.
Six-foot-five homeless man,
Caucasian,spotted in empty lot
at the corner of Fifth and Allen.
That's five blocks from the pool.
And get this:
the guy was agitated, freaked out,
and covered in blood.
Unis pick him up?
No,complaint gets lost in the system.
By the time it surfaces the next morning,
our homeless man's long gone.
Unbelievable. Gets better.
Questioned Documents found what looks like a partial number
in the upp right hand corner.
Same kind of number evidence control uses
in our investigations.
You're saying the letter was mailed to Teddy
from inside homicide?
????
Vera's canvassing shelters, soup kitchens in the area
for a six-foot-five male.
Needle in a haystack.
Worth checking with the cops on homeless shuttle,
see if they picked up
any Jolly Green Giants on their sweeps.
What about the letter?
Well,evidence custodian back in ' was a uni
name of Jade Diaz.
Only one who could've signed it out.
Funny thing is,she transferred out of evidence control
two weeks before the trial.
You having a talk?
Miller is.
You realize this is a cop's career?
A cover-up,too.
Maybe.
That's a big maybe.
Step lightly.
Always do,boss.
You don't think she's ready to be back.
Doer had to write it.
Public never knew he taped up their eyes.
Seen lots of evidence over the years.
I don't recall that letter.
Sorry.
Oh.
Well,according to your log,
letter came in after Teddy's confession.
Connelly must've seen it.
But he had his doers, so he buries it.
I'm due at roll call in . Want to speed this up?
But you know
the letter exists
and you got access.
So you mailed it to Teddy.
You like being a cop?
The job?
Yeah.
Me,too.
Teddy hung himself.
Two days ago.
Oh... I thought you knew.
Just turned years old.
What a waste.
Wonder how he felt... when he got that letter?
Knowing you believed in him.
Only one in the world who did.
Connelly interviewed the kid.
Twelve hours
Had me set up the tape for the confession.
Tape?
There was never a taped confession at the trial.
You don't say.
We know about the ta, Connelly.
One that never made it to court.
Don't you have open jobs to work?
Bad guys to catch?
Six-foot-five homeless guy,bloody,
agitated,five blocks from the pool.
He b enough for you?
You saying I'm out of line?
Pot calling the kettle black,bro.
Excuse me?
IAD's got it hard for you,
and everyone knows it.
That was a good sh**ting... bro.
Someone's gonna take a fall.
And from what I hear...
you're their butt boy.
Oh,yeah? l right, talk about the tape.
You got no idea the kind of pressure we were under.
Kid K*llers out there... must've been tough.
They did it,
but the little bastards won't own up.
So what do you do? Let them walk?
RUSH: Not a chance.
So you brought in Teddy, the weak one.
Crying about how he's innocent,
how he wants his rights.
Where were those dead kids' rights
when they were being aten to death?
They didn't have any rights.
I already told you, we didn't do nothing.
You saw those kids at the pool, though,didn't you?
No. Not that day,we didn't.
And you got mad at them 'cause they called you freaks,
weirdoes. (laughs)
Didn't they? No. Just you do that.
You hit them over and over
till they stopped moving.
Just say it,
and you can go home.
And this nightmare is over.
Don't you want to go home,Teddy?
(crying): Yeah.
Then just say it.
We saw them at the pool.
Then what happened?
We stabbed them.
You hit them, you mean,right?
Thrill k*ll.
Yeah... okay.
We hit them.
Over and over until they stopped moving.
I want my mom.
I want to go home.
You got no right to judge me.
Those boys did it.
You sure about that... Connelly?
Absolutely.
Then why'd you bury the tape?
VERA: My snitch swears
he saw Big Foot here a couple hours ago.
Your snitch's a money- grubbing pain in the ass.
Yo! You seen a six-foot-five homeless guy here,mamacitas?
I can just take you in for loitering.
Been to every shelter, soup kitchen in the city.
We're not gonna find him.
Well,it's time to shut down Hooker Mart.
No pay or play till you give me Sasquatch,ladies.
JEFFRIES (chuckling): It's a fool's errand.
They're not gonna talk to you.
Look...
you fly,I'll buy.
Get me a couple of cold ones.
You want to find someone?
All you had to do was ask the right way,
big boy.
Where'd you get the dog, big man?
We found it in your cart.
From the Devil.
You mean from the little boy,in the pool.
How'd you know about that?
'Cause he's God,jackass.
That's right.
I see everything.
I saw what you did to those little boys.
I didn't mean to. Prove it.
Tell me what happened.
It was him...
the Devil.
He made me do it.
All the evil in the world in those eyes.
He ran...
he dropped it.
I took it... to show the world...
what he did to those children.
Looks like we got played.
By the Devil himself.
Put his cuffs on.
DYLAN: What? Do it.
(gans) You're pretty good.
You had me going there. This how you get your kicks?
Hey,I didn't lie to you...
You were at the pool, standing over the bodies.
We got a witness.
You wouldn't understand.
You're right. I got no idea what it's like
to look into three little kids' eyes and b*at them to death.
Yeah,well,neither do I...
You were standing over their bodies!
You were holding Jack's bloody t in your hand!
You want to believe I did it?! Then fine!
Okay,I did it! I k*lled them!
You're a monster...
You've got no idea what that means.
Why'd you tape their eyes shut?
I thought I knew
how cruel and ugly the world was.
I was wrong.
They were just kids.
You know?
We all were.
Sometimes I dream that,um...
they're still alive.
And we all get to start over again.
You saw Jack curled up with that stuffed dog?
Are you sure?
Like he was asleep.
It was keeping him safe.
Stooping pretty low bringing me in like this.
Well,found your son's stuffed dog,Henry.
Lil' Duke.
It was left with him.
Your son was,uh,
afraid at nights.
And your wife worked the graveyard shift.
What's your point?
Leaving him home alone with you.
Night he d*ed.
You people are unbelievable.
Those bruises Jack had.
Dylan didn't give them to him,did he?
I loved him.
Ask anyone-- ask my wife.
She's here.
Look...
you got the animals who m*rder*d my child.
Now,why don't you
just leave well enough alone?
Doesn't work like that.
Hey,got to step out.
Why are you doing this to us?
I think you know why,Tanya.
We lost our son.
We're the victims here.
You have no right.
(chuckles lightly) What's it like?
Cooking his meals, sleeping in the same bed,
making love...
with the man who k*lled your child?
How dare you?
My husband is a good man, decent,
kind.
It's so much easier to believe monsters do these things...
not men.
I don't have to listen
to this garbage.
We found Jack's stuffed imal.
Lil' Duke.
It was in the pool.
He was holding it,
just like he did at night when he was sleeping.
I... I don't understand.
Whoever hurt him
loved him,too.
I have to find my husband.
If Jack was alive today... he'd be .
A man.
Able to protect himself.
But he couldn't back then.
He was just a little boy.
Please,stop this.
But you can protect him,Tanya.
(retching) You can help him now.
What'd you see,Tanya?
(weakly): I don't know what I saw.
You tried to forget,
but you can't.
It was the day we buried our son...
that I saw...
Honey.
You found that.
I've been looking everywhere for that thing.
You must have dropped it.
I miss him,honey.
I miss him,too.
He has flashlights in every room,you see.
Why?
Henry's always been terrified of the dark.
He sleeps with the lights on.
STILLMAN: You wanted to get caught.
You were screaming to get caught.
But no one listened.
They already had Dylan and Teddy,the perfect scapegoats.
But what gets you in the end is the people you love.
Like what happened to you as a boy.
I'm not following.
Who locked you in a...
dark room,Henry?
Your wife isn't protecting you anymore.
Enough with the act.
I want a lawyer.
I'm not talking to you.
Fine.
Maybe you should spend some time alone then.
In the dark.
No.
locIf youk me
in here,I'll k*ll you!
I will k*ll you!
You hear me?!
Sit down,Henry.
Sit down.
Don't leave me in here.
Please,
don't leave me in here.
STILLMAN: You promised yourself
you would never let it happen again.
No one would ever put you in the dark.
Or they would pay.
And that's why you taped their eyes shut.
Make them pay forever.
He was...
he was a bad boy,that Jack.
Sneang o
So many...
so many
dirty d things in the dark... waiting for you.
I told him to play inside with the others.
Where it was safe.
(sobbing): Nowhere is safe.
It's darkness everywhere.
Inside the house, inside the basement.
de..Insi
inside of me.
Jack!
How many times I got to tell you to put those damn bikes away?
hi (wmpering): Don't.
No.
Please,Daddy.
Don't leave mee.
No,not the dark!
(childre) atPlngease 't!
He needs some help.
(mockingly): Daddy.
What a weirdo.
Daddy?