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[ominous music]
[car engine revs, brakes squeal]
[footsteps]
[machine beeps]
[whispering] - Don't turn around.
[nervous mutter]
Take out 500. Don't say a word.
Um, okay.
I um, I-I don't think I can.
[overlapping] - He said don't say a fucking word.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, okay. Okay. Okay.
Okay. See-see, I can't alright, it's the daily limit. It's 300, okay, it's 300.
[fearful squeal] - Then take out three fucking hundred then now.
Hurry the fuck up!
[sobbing]
[high distorted frequency]
[pulsing, grunge music] - We're-we're on Carlisle and Greenwich Street.
Last night I was accosted by two men while at an ATM.
Luckily, this citizen jumped into action, helping to subdue my assailants,
both of whom have been arrested.
[pencil scribbling]
[footsteps receding]
We're-we're on Carlisle and Greenwich Street.
Right-right next to the-- [video rewinds]
We're-we're on Carlisle and Greenwich Street.
Right-right next to the West Side Highway.
Greenwich Street, downtown. Please, please please please hurry.
[whispering] - That's my boy. That's my guy.
[reporter] - On a more personal note,
my deepest gratitude goes out to that young man from Queens
who jumped into action.
20,000 comments. Oh my God.
[lighter sparks]
[walkie-talkie beeps] - Talk to me.
How we holding up?
Over.
[walkie-talkie beeps]
Uh, well, pretty good.
Almost 2 million views,
insane!
That's pretty fucking insane, right?
Over.
Copy that. I'm outside, currently in the spot.
I repeat, currently in the spot. Over.
Alright, head north now. Over and out.
[ominous tones]
[musical stinger]
[grunge rock music]
[sighs]
Ah, it's fucking hot today, no?
Shit.
This guy's gotta have a fan.
[drawer clatters]
[can sprays]
Hey, enough with the spray man. I got a headache.
Dude, sorry, but you just know my mom's a true detective.
Meter maid.
[laughs]
[laughter trails, deep inhale]
She's a parking enforcement officer.
Okay? You wouldn't understand 'cause
your momma's all crunchy and nice.
If Jenna smells weed on me dude, it's... it's no bueno.
And one! [paper smacks ground]
You wanna know why Michael Jordan was so great?
[sighs] - 'Cause he's Michael Jordan?
No. Because he always went to where the ball was gonna be...
...not where it was.
You see, that's how I stay one step ahead of Jenna, and the world.
At all times.
I think that was Wayne Gretzky.
What?
It was a puck.
Not, not a basketball. He goes to where the puck is.
Hold on this is Mr. Buchanan's room, right?
Yeah.
[laughing, dildo vibrates]
No way.
[hard laughter]
[over laptop] - These vegan meatballs
are going to be your new go-to.
And, contrary to popular belief,
these do not fall apart or dry out.
Oh, and stay tuned for the secret ingredient.
Hint, it's a garlic and herb plant-based cheese.
Let's get cooking!
[car rattles]
[keyboard clicks]
[ringtone plays]
Hey Cath, what's up?
Do you know if Super Fresh has vegan parmesan?
How would I know?
I thought you said you guys were eating healthier now.
Like salads and stuff, not fake cheese.
[button beeps]
What do you need it for?
[sighs]
There's this new recipe for meatballs I'm trying.
Hypocrisy at its best.
I gotta go, I'll be there in a bit. Just use the regular stuff.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
That was official police business.
Fake cheese?
You're not above the law just 'cause you enforce it.
I'm on a bike!
[rock music]
[music fades to headphones]
[ominous tones]
You good man?
You need any help?
I think the school is...
It's like, closed for the summer.
I don't think you're supposed to be here.
[musical stinger]
[softly] What the fuck?
Hey, no running in the halls man!
[breathy] What?
[light orchestral music]
Yo, my phone's been blowing up, dawg.
And guess who's been asking about you?
Kasey!
So, tonight, we're gonna meet up with them.
You cool with that?
[basketball bouncing]
Owen?
Are you cool with that?
Kobe!
Ah.. It's the summer of love, baby. Let's go!
Let's go! [repeated]
[knocking]
[doorbell ringing repeatedly]
Wait a minute!
[doorbell ringing repeatedly]
[knocking]
Oh my God.
Really?
You know if they were after me right now I'd be dead.
Yeah well, force a habit. Lock that back up.
Dude, she's got a baseball bat at the ready.
That's a... that's a good call, Ms. Marshall. You never know.
Thank you. See?
Ricky knows. You have to be prepared.
Yep. Hit 'em first...
...ask questions later.
We need a gun.
No guns.
You guys staying for dinner?
Oh, I would love to, but...
[woo] I gotta get home and get a little work done before it gets too late.
But, Ricky could stay if he wants.
I wish I could Ms. Marshall, but um,
I have to get home and take a shower and catch up on some stuff.
Um...
Owen are you gonna come out later?
I think I'm just gonna take it easy.
My head's still not feeling great.
Boo bro. Alright no worries then uh,
I'll talk to you tomorrow alright?
Alright.
Don't be late. The other day he
had to walk when you weren't here.
I don't want him going alone.
Sorry, Ms. Marshall. I'll make sure to hold his hand next time.
[all laugh]
Bye guys.
Bye.
You feeling okay?
How are you doing?
Oh, what? You really mad at me for caring about you?
Look I know we're only half joking, but seriously, I'm not a kid.
I don't understand why you need to feel
like I need to have my hand held. Literally.
Like do you think Ricky really needs to walk me to work?
I mean, I saved that woman,
and I'll take down whoever comes at me if they come again.
You're right. I'm sorry.
I just can't help it.
You're my only son.
Al-alright. Okay. Just...
...be cool.
I am the coolest. Cold as ice.
Ice, ice baby. [singing ICE ICE BABY-VANILLA ICE]
I'm going upstairs. I-I can't do this.
When do you want to eat?
Uh, don't worry about me. I'm-I'm not hungry.
I'm just gonna take an aspirin and relax.
Alright. Um, food's there when you want it.
They're vegan.
I don't know what I was thinking. - Yeah.
[pencil scribbling]
[ominous music, scribbling]
[booming musical stinger]
This is it guys. Am I right?
Crisp mountain air, fire blazing, stars overhead.
Together as one.
Yeah! Men being men. Boys being, baby men.
[giggles]
I mean, honestly,
how many times a year do you think the average adult
even touches their bare feet to the earth? Four, maybe five times, tops.
So disconnected, but we're supposed
to follow their rules they created.
[airy laugh]
You know what the saddest part is?
Out there they actually believe they have it all figured out.
If they just try harder,
grind it out, they'll finally get there.
[snickers] Bullshit!
Out here,
right here,
is where the real answers have always been.
And anyone who doesn't see that well I feel sorry for them.
[ominous tones build]
Because, yeah!
This is the start of something beautiful.
C'mon!
[alarm rings]
[rap rock song begins]
♪ This you can quotee, yippee-ki-ay,
motherfucker, we the g.o.a.t's ♪
♪ We some cold motherfuckers, motherfuckers need coats ♪
♪ 'Bout to rain on your parade and pop all of your fuckin' floats ♪
♪ My wild oats more wilder than most
have been sown since the kid been known ♪
♪ Coast to coast I do what I'm supposed to ♪
♪ Which is roast ya, then my brother sweep you
off the floor and dispose of ya ♪
♪ I'm who they toastin' to, host of ya ♪
♪ Burial with aerial drone shots of ya ♪
♪ Bruh, my shit bang like frontal hair ♪
♪ Making me the subject of many a disgruntled glare ♪
♪ Bear witness, share the sublimity the debonair
flair squared by the rare symmetry ♪
♪ It's in the blood, you can't imitate, it's a must ♪
Mom?
[song ends]
[car alarm dings repeatedly]
[phone line rings]
[house phone rings]
[phone line rings]
[house phone rings]
[phone line rings]
[gun cocks]
You can put your hands down.
[container clatters]
My my...
you've grown.
Please don't. I was just doing the right thing.
[painful moan]
Mom!
[grunts]
[ears ringing]
[painful grunting, moans]
Take it.
[agitated] Take it!
Now tape your ankles to the chair.
You don't have to do this.
Please.
[squeals]
Tape yourself, or I will literally fuck
your mother right here in front of you.
Okay. Okay.
You stall on me, I will make you suffer in ways you can't imagine.
Listen to me, and maybe things will work out for you,
and mommy dearest.
[ominous tones]
[struggling, grunting]
It's okay, mom.
[whimpering]
You ready for this?
How about you mommy, you awake over there?
[trigger clicks]
Ah...
God.
Piece of shit.
[whimpering, crying continues]
[ammunition clatters]
Actually...
this is gonna be pretty loud.
[voice command] Connected to Owen's phone.
[song begins]
[muffled music from inside]
[whimpering]
[trigger clicks]
[trigger continues, maniacal laughter]
[playfully] Empty!
[sobbing]
I'm sorry...
I couldn't help myself.
Oh, the look on your face.
Obviously...
I have something much,
much cooler in mind.
[Whimpering]
[screaming, muffled] No. No! No!
[overlapping] - Do you believe in karma, Owen?
[muffled] - No, please. God, no!
Well I do.
This is what it looks like.
[muffled pleading]
[hammer squelches]
[sobbing]
[grunts]
[blood trickling]
You fucked up bud.
Ah!
[glass shatters]
[distorted tones]
[voice command] Owen's phone disconnected.
[upbeat music]
[Ricky] Hey!
Hey!
[grunting, panting]
[painful grunting]
Hey, have you seen a guy with a, with a, with a bag?
Oh my god.
[car engine turns over]
It was a Massachusetts license. H-A-H-B.
I don't fucking know, my glasses fell.
Just get here quick.
Owen. Hey man, don't look. Don't look.
[bells gong]
[news show jingle]
And coming up, police are on the hunt for a suspect
after a home invasion in Ozone Park
turned into a devastating murder of a single mother.
Stay tuned.
[ambient musical tones]
[pencil scribbling]
[heavy breathing]
I mean, are we even helping here?
There's no photo of this guy anywhere either.
Just mark it unverified.
[Ricky sighs]
Owen's dying.
I mean, there's gotta be more that we can do other than just this.
[murderer] I wonder if this is the most productive use of your time.
You know what I mean?
But hey...
...nice shading.
Who knows? If you keep going,
maybe you can magically bring back Mummy dearest.
[screams angrily]
That boy needs Jesus. He needs someone to talk to, Ricky.
He barely talks to me though.
[footsteps]
Is everything good, man?
I'm sorry.
I'll just be out front.
You wanna help him?
Let's dig through these plate numbers
'cause the killer is in there somewhere.
We just have to keep going.
[Ricky groans]
Seriously, Ricky?
This is real police work.
It's not all glitz and glamor like on the Law & Order and SVU shows.
Mom, if we wanna make a real connection,
we need to get out there, on the ground, start knocking on doors.
We, we need to start showing people this.
[ringtone plays]
Ferretti, what's up?
There's been some developments in the case and,
I know you've been looking for Owen to talk with someone.
We got a really good psychiatrist.
His name is Dr. Eric Fisher.
[over phone] Owen really needs to talk to him.
That's good. Uh, what are the developments?
I know it's lame but I can't get into it just yet.
But Dr. Fisher will be able to fill you in on it all.
Trust me. It's complicated.
Okay.
All right.
So what's going on?
I don't know.
[dramatic whoosh, ominous tones]
His arm is messed up and broken.
Wedged in a rock and no one's around.
So to survive he has to piss in a bottle and drink it.
No way.
Yep. And then eventually to get free, he takes out his pocket knife.
No way.
That can't be real.
Look it up, it's crazy, you have to see it.
Hm.
Imagine doing that.
I mean, if I had to, I could but,
I don't know.
[giggling] - You could drink your pee?
No, I was talking about the arm.
I mean, but I'll drink a glass of piss, I don't care.
- Prove it then. - You prove it!
My mom's waiting for me.
I gotta get home or else I'm gonna miss dinner.
See you tomorrow. - See ya!
Jenna's gonna be pissed if she sees you.
[Ricky sniffs]
So what was that all about?
Back there in the room?
Yeah, I'm good.
Yeah, you're all good.
Look, man...
I don't know how to deal with all this.
So... can't imagine what you're going through but...
...just sucks when you lie to me, man.
You can lie to whoever, that's cool.
But we're boys.
I'm not lying.
I won't force you to talk.
But you're in there,
in that room every day scribbling away about god knows what.
[ominous tones]
[Ricky sniffs]
I just wanna let you know that I'm here for you, man.
Whatever you need.
You ever feel like, none of this is even real?
What do you mean, like? Like the Matrix?
Like you're supposed to be someone else.
Be doing something else.
Instead, you're just here.
I mean, where, where should you be Owen?
Can you get me a soda?
I'm kinda thirsty.
Is ginger ale good?
You want some ice?
[dramatic musical stinger]
[Owen gasps]
Okay, I have the license plate findings
in case you wanna look through them at all.
[agreeably] - Hm.
You're very talented.
What is this?
Can you just ask what you need to ask?
Right. [sighs]
Physically,
how are you feeling? Any headaches?
Yes.
Those have been on and off since the fight at the ATM.
I saw that. You were very brave.
Any hallucinations?
Nope.
Are you sure?
Owen,
can you look at me please?
[ominous tones]
I can see you're angry with me.
I understand that you're going through tremendous stress right now.
I should not have gone through your things, but it's very important.
Why's that?
Do you remember me?
[scoffs]
No.
Think, Owen.
Because we've met before. A long time ago.
Okay.
What I'm about to tell you is the truth.
It's gonna be hard for you to hear but,
in the interest of the current case,
which we all want solved,
I believe we have no other choice.
Because...
you may hold all the answers to this case, Owen, and not even know it.
Owen, you suffer from a condition called Post-Traumatic Amnesia.
And what that means is that you have blocked out,
a portion of your memory.
Either because of head trauma, although that's more rare.
In most cases, it's due to severe emotional trauma.
And when I met you 11 years ago, you had both of these things.
[pulsing ominous tones]
Your real name is Cameron DeSanty.
You were born and raised upstate in Rosendale, New York,
where you lived with your mom until age seven.
[dramatic music]
But when you were seven,
you were taken.
Cameron...
[Psychiatrist] Kidnapped from nearby your house.
I work with your mom.
Your mother and the entire town looked for you every single day,
but no one could find you. And no one knew what happened.
Then,
two months later, almost to the day that you disappeared,
you were discovered 40 miles away from your house,
in the big Indian wilderness, at the bottom of a ravine.
You, uh,
were almost dead.
You'd hit your head, were starving, hypothermic.
But a hunter got you out and saved you.
When you awoke,
you wouldn't talk about anything
that had happened.
And that's when I was called in.
You and I spoke for several days.
It became clear that you were not trying to hide anything.
You just...
...didn't remember.
The authorities searched the woods,
found a defunct campsite,
signs of people having lived there.
[paper rustling]
Do you recognize this?
With Post-Traumatic Amnesia, you never want to force the individual
to remember anything because it can be,
devastating.
Like...
forcing a soldier to tell their war stories.
The brain puts up a wall against the pain
so you're not to bring up the trauma
until the patient does,
because bringing it to the forefront can have devastating effects.
But, based on these drawings,
and your fairly agitated... behavior...
I believe you are remembering.
You just don't even realize it yet.
And I want to help you,
rather than let you fight this alone.
This man, this kidnapper, this is Kathy's killer?
The police found out that Owen and his mother
were in the victim protection program.
Only Kathy knew about it until a day ago.
[over television] My deepest gratitude goes out to that young man -
They think the kidnapper or kidnappers saw the viral video and...
recognized Owen.
Why come for me?
Why kill my mother?
We don't know.
But...
with my help,
we may be able to find out.
I-I realize that this is a lot to take in,
and I'm sorry that I have to be the one to tell you.
[clears throat]
I, uh,
have a facility that specializes in mental trauma.
And I think that it would be the perfect place for you to come and get that help.
If we work together, there's a real possibility we can find who did this?
You show me this? To make me remember?
You're already remembering Owen.
It's time to help you.
[dramatic whoosh]
[unidentified vocalizing]
[humming melodically]
I hear two sets of footsteps.
We can come back, if you're in the middle of this.
Nah, this is perfect.
This is who I was telling you about.
Now he's a great friend and a smart and strong man.
You're really gonna like him. - Hello, young man.
You have mesmerizing eyes.
This is Cameron.
His mother Kelly, who I work with,
is in the hospital right now. - Hm.
They're not letting any visitors in for several days so...
I thought it'd be fun to bring him up here to camp with us.
I'm very sorry to hear about your mom.
We will keep her in our thoughts and prayers
and we'll check in on her every day to make sure she's okay.
Isn't that right?
Absolutely.
I'm Andy, nice to meet you.
Your name is Cameron.
Cool name, huh?
[deep] Cameron.
Do people call you Cam?
Well Cam, luckily for you,
you have come to what I consider to be the most magical place on earth.
It's magnificent here.
We have campfires at night and marshmallow s'mores.
And we go fishin'.
Do you like fishing?
Yeah, I guess.
We have a great spot right down there.
And we go swimming.
And we even have a bow and arrow you can shoot.
[mosquito buzzing]
[laughs] The only problem is an occasional bug, an occasional mosquito.
But that's a small price to pay for paradise.
And you can't have the sweet without the sour, right?
So what do you say?
Want to go swimmin'?
Or...
You guys can go get settled by the camp,
have a snack, and I'll check in on you later. How's that?
Yeah.
We're pretty hungry.
Yeah, let's do that.
Hey Cam...
It is so nice to have you here.
Bump it out.
See you in a minute.
[upbeat, ominous music]
Come on. It's right up here.
[music crescendoes]
[music stops abruptly]
[crickets chirping]
[rustling]
[muffled moaning]
You uh, wanna put a log in?
I wanna go home.
I know.
We can't go anywhere right now, not until the car gets fixed.
You wanna make a s'more?
Chocolatey, marshmallowy goodness?
Come on.
Hey, listen...
Now it's not all bad. I promise.
Andy and I went through it.
Lots of people have.
You're just looking at it the wrong way.
You see this?
This I've had for almost 20 years and I wear it at all times.
That stone right there is called a moonstone.
The ancient Romans believe that
it actually held the rays of the moon inside of it.
What do you think?
Looks like it to me.
If you hold these moon rays close to you,
it can make you stronger than anyone that's ever lived.
You can do... anything.
[Andy grunts]
What a night!
Look at that moon.
Hey guys.
Ah, Mezcal.
Ohh.
[Andy, echoing] You belong to me.
I belong to you.
We are one.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna kill him.
Right on.
I'm serious.
Dr. Fisher thinks I'm remembering?
I've been fucking remembering alright.
Ever since this.
I just didn't know what it all was.
All right, let's, uh, let's calm down.
Calm down? Are you serious right now?
Let's just think, okay? You're telling me, you're telling me, you a-a
a kid from Ozone Park, you is gonna...
kill some stone cold killers, bro?
Let's just think for a second.
I am thinking, alright?
11 years ago,
I'm kidnapped outside my house right here.
Two months later, Ken Toley the hunter,
finds me in the Indian Forest.
Now, this guy right here?
His name I don't remember. So for now, this is just Tom.
Tom kidnapped me, took me into the woods,
somewhere around Indian Forest, where I met Andy.
His name I remember.
These guys, they were like a cult,
and Andy was the leader.
They preached all this psychobabble bullshit
about boys and men living in a utopian nature place together. Shit like that.
Wait, so you're telling me that
they were like a cult...
Like, like more people? - No.
But they, they wanted more people. But yes, a cult like...
every Netflix documentary you've seen, you know?
These guys, they talked like,
like a priest giving a sermon,
uh, a witch casting a spell, any sort of religious thing you want.
The same as all that, when you heard it,
you knew it was shit. Right?
Right.
These guys, they acted like they were the
answer to all the world's problems.
So I look up kid cults, pedophile cults,
trying to get more insight on how these guys think, and amazingly,
one of the biggest ones that ever existed
happened right in Revere, Massachusetts. Up here.
They called themselves NAMBLA. Come look.
North American Man Boy Love Association.
What kind of sick shit is that dude?
I know.
It was a group that started in the late 70s and they tried to promote
relationships between boys and men being good for the world.
There were lawsuits over the next 20 years, several murders,
and by 2000, NAMBLA was done.
But all those involved had to go somewhere.
Andy and Tom head west, and that's when they got me.
Right, right, right. So now they're back in Massachusetts though?
They feel the heat after I escape...
So they move back into Mass.
Holy shit.
So if they're up there,
then there's only one area in the entire state
that has all of their nature, rivers and mountains.
Right there.
I know it's a big area, big idea. But get this:
This spot has more missing children cases per capita than New York
and New England combined.
They're up there.
[birds chirping]
[sander scrapes]
New ride?
Oh, it's my brother-in-law's.
Yeah mine's in the shop.
New brake pads, alignment. The whole thing. [chuckles]
I didn't recognize it.
Looks like a cop car.
I apologize.
Should have given you a heads up.
What's with the arm?
What do you mean?
Did I see a sling?
I'm good.
I was just thinking...
The arm, new plates.
Just checking.
No, I'm good.
As long as these are good.
Oh, sure.
I just like to take care of things before they become a problem.
A little preemptive maintenance.
Oh, totally. Uh, it should be everything you need in there.
Uh, sorry it took.. a little bit. It was a little trickier
than I thought it was going to be, but it's...
It's all there.
Great.
Well thanks for bringing it by.
Sure thing. Um...
I was just, uh, uh, curious about, um...
[clears throat]
the hamburger.
Curious in what way, Carl?
Well... [giggles nervously]
Could I have the hamburger?
Right now you want it?
Sure. That would be...
Delicious. [chuckles]
Unfortunately, Carl,
we're outta hamburgers for the day and I'm sort of in the middle of something.
Yeah, it-it's just that, um, it's been a while and, um,
you know I know I'm supposed to make a reservation and, uh, it's just, um,
well, I'm...
here.
So...
Um, we have an opening next Friday at 3:00 PM.
Does that work?
Sounds good.
We'll have a table waiting for you then.
[metal clattering]
[ominous music]
Jesus Christ!
Calm down already!
[keys jangle]
AH! STOP!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Look at this place.
[pleased] Good.
It can all be easy.
[door shuts, lock turns]
[footsteps receding]
So this is it?
Yep.
I got you a burner, man.
Best to keep everything on the DL.
Right.
I also plugged my number in there,
so you should be expecting some calls and stuff.
I love you, man.
Okay.
Love you too.
If you need me, I'm there.
I know.
[upbeat electronic music]
[urine trickling]
[music fades]
[car lock beeps]
[phone rings, vibrates]
Talk to me.
Yo, how's it going, you still in Egremont?
Yeah. Nothing new, I keep hitting dead ends.
You got anything for me?
[sighs] - Yeah hold on. Um...
Page, page 18, about a halfway down,
Kevin Harrison.
All right, hang on. I'm driving.
This guy is single, mid-forties and he's also a registered sex offender.
He also got second degree attempted murder,
but I couldn't get more details on that
but he's right in your area so he's worth checking out. Okay?
[Jenna] - Hi...
Is that Owen?
[Owen] - Address?
Hey Owen. Um...
I'm, I'm-I'm gonna put you on speaker.
Jenna wants to say hi.
No, no, don't.
[Jenna] - Hi Owen.
How ya doing?
Uh, good Ms. Anderson.
Mm, and how are they treating you?
Uh, the-the folks that work here, they're, they're very,
they're very kind to me and they've been really helpful.
And... it feels good to-to-to be making some progress,
even if it's just one small step at a time.
That's great. That's good to hear.
Maybe we could come visit you sometime?
Ricky and I?
He's, he's, he's on break, mom, so, so limited time.
Kind of wanna talk to my friend. Let - let me--
Okay. Okay. We'll figure it out. Talk to you later.
All right, bye. - Okay.
Alright mom.
Alright 85th Elm Street, Egremont. You doing good otherwise?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Let me, uh, let me put this in real quick man and I gotta go.
Alright, cool man. Keep me posted.
Yeah, peace.
Later.
[ominous tones]
[car engine starts]
[dramatic musical flourish]
[music stops]
[softly] - Fuck.
[chatter, kids laughing]
[deep, ominous music]
Any luck?
What?
The flyers.
Any bites?
No.
That's why I'm still putting them up.
Do you know him?
He lives around here.
I think. Maybe.
I don't think so.
It's a good drawing.
You got some real talent.
Thanks.
If I see him, I'll be sure to call the number.
Alright.
Good luck.
[ominous music]
Maybe it's time we move on.
Get outta this place for good and start fresh.
This house feels, I don't know... tainted.
[nervously] Fucking shit. Fuck.
[whimpering]
[muttering] Fucking kid. Jesus Christ.
[loudly] God, I hate this shit!
This isn't my fucking job.
Look Mike, if you don't smarten up,
I'm going to kill you.
It's as simple as that.
It's not my decision, it's just the way it is, okay?
Because either you're in or you're out. There's no in-between with this.
And just in case you think I'm lying...
You wouldn't be the first.
Not by a long shot.
I have one more option I have to try with you but after that,
if you can't reel it in, this is done.
And it's not going to be a nice departure.
But we don't even wanna go down that road
because it's something that is gonna
cause you tremendous pain.
Aimed at forcing you to obey.
Or you can just fall in line.
Then we don't have to worry about any of that stuff.
Good talk.
[upbeat music]
If your engine won't start, it could be for several different reasons.
You're gonna wanna go through and cross each one off this list
before you do anything else or go calling your mechanic,
who's gonna charge you an arm and a leg.
Today, we'll lay out the top five reasons why your engine won't start.
Well, first things first. Do you have any gas? I know it sounds crazy,
but that's the first question you have to ask because gauges break.
Sometimes people forget to even check them.
Let me show you what the gas gauge looks like.
Hey, you set?
Uh, not really.
Do you know anything about cars?
Not at all.
Me neither. You got Triple A?
Definitely not.
Stop looking at it like you're gonna figure it out.
My brother's a mechanic.
I'll give him a call.
I don't have any money.
I had to live outta my car for a bit too.
Be here in about an hour.
- Really? - Yeah.
Listen, I was just gonna go get some breakfast...
care to join?
Yeah.
[melancholy music]
Breakfast's on me. I insist.
Thank you.
And... not that I don't appreciate it but...
Why so nice to a stranger?
I used to be an addict.
I am an addict.
But I've been sober now for four years and two months.
Like I said, I lived outta my car for a bit too.
Pretty rough years to say the least.
One day, just outta my mind on meth,
thought it'd be a good idea to take a walk along the highway.
Coffee?
Please. Um, I'll have some bacon,
some scrambled eggs and wheat toast.
Mhmm.
Uh, I'll have the same. Thank you.
To make a long story short...
I thought it'd be fun to try to cross the road.
You know, like the chicken?
That's what I thought.
I was clipped, of course.
Was hurt pretty bad.
[sighing] This leg never did recover. Just totally dead.
They wanted to cut it off, but,
I said no way, this... this shit's mine.
It's pretty rock bottom, you know?
I met some people who were kind to me.
Got me in the program on the... right straight and narrow.
And they teach us to be kind to those in need.
What's your story?
Um... well I'm not on drugs.
Yeah I know.
That's not what I'm saying.
I'm looking for my father and my uncle, actually.
I was told that they live around here.
Do you have any pictures? Maybe I can help.
Yeah, I do. In the car.
I can show you after.
The pies here are fantastic.
I know I shouldn't, but I might take one to go.
Worse vices, right?
Is that one cherry?
Do you, you mind checking it out for me?
Sure.
Yeah, it looks like cherry.
Uh, you also got like some cakes.
Chocolate cake, Oreo cake.
What's the uh, the one on the left?
Uh... I have no idea...
Rhubarb. Possibly?
I have no idea.
Rhubarb. I love rhubarb.
Yeah.
I'll take that one.
I'll just ask the waitress.
[ominous music]
Watch the corner.
[both grunt]
[lighter fluid trickling]
[phone ringing]
Owen, pick up the fucking phone bro, shit.
[phone ringing]
[whispers] - Fuck.
Fuck.
Ahh...
[grunting]
[straining] - Come on.
[grunting]
[footsteps approaching]
[lock creaking]
You're up. Great.
How are you feeling?
I said, how are you feeling?
I have something very special for you planned this evening.
It'll be a night to remember.
Finally fix this shit once and for all.
What are you looking at? Freak!
[door shuts]
[car beeps]
[softly] - Oh shit, shit, shit.
[exhales]
Nothing to be scared of. Nothing to be scared of.
Any sort of sketchiness, you call the cops.
Be fucking MJ man.
It's goddamn game time.
Come on, shit.
[tense music]
Jesus.
[thunder clap]
[knocking]
Can I help you?
Hi. Um... sorry to bother you ma'am,
but I'm just out here looking for my friend.
He's pretty tall, kind of skinny guy.
Who?
Owen?
Uh, yes. Yes, actually. Uh, do you know him?
Of course.
Who are you?
I'm Ricky, his best friend.
Ricky. Hm.
Can't believe he has a friend cuter than he is.
What's up Ricky?
Everything okay?
I think so. It's, it's just um...
I don't know if he told you but he was just out here looking for his family
and stuff and I just haven't heard back from him in like a minute and...
A lot of people back home are worried. So, uh...
How do you know him?
Well, you probably haven't heard from him 'cause
he lost his phone two days ago.
Hm.
Owen and I had quite a wild evening.
He was having car trouble and I helped him out.
We got some food...
tequila...
One thing led to another and...
I figured it must have fallen out at some point. Foggy memories.
If it's here, it must have died 'cause we tried calling it.
Then again, maybe it's not even here.
It's here.
How do you know that?
GPS tracking the signal died here.
Well, you're more than welcome to come in and have a look.
Have a drink with me?
Or both?
Come on.
[muffled footsteps]
I have tried
to make this house a home time and time again.
But you kids just don't get it.
Such anger in those eyes.
You ever heard of a Spanish donkey, Owen?
I've been working on this thing for Mike and...
It's a little project that may or may not work.
We'll see.
But what it will do.
Well...
It's this big log
that's cut into a triangular shape
with one of the points facing straight up to the sky.
And then a person, in this case you,
is placed right on top of it. Legs straddled.
You know, like you're riding a donkey.
Your arm's tied above the head so you can't support your weight.
Oh, it hurts on its own just like that.
But here's the messed up part.
I put buckets on your feet...
And then one by one,
I add bricks.
And what happens is, see,
you ever so slowly start to split open.
That bone between your legs?
It eventually cracks.
And you get pulled down, until you get ripped in half.
Ultimately...
[laughing] It's fucked up, I know.
[sighs]
But if you guys had played ball, I could be much nicer.
Don't stall on me. This time it's loaded.
Why are you like this?
Because of you.
[keys jangle]
Let's go.
This thing can last several hours,
maybe days, depending.
[lock clicking]
[painful shout]
Die you fuck.
[Panting and groaning]
[painful whimper, panting]
[ominous tones]
Where are you coming in from?
Queens.
In New York.
I know where Queens is.
Just because I live in the sticks doesn't mean I never left.
Sorry.
I didn't mean anything by it.
So you live out here all on your own?
I do.
Wasn't always the case.
I was engaged.
Found out I couldn't have kids and, that was the end of that.
The leg's the only thing that isn't working hun. The rest is in tip top shape.
Promise you that.
Thank you.
Hope you like martinis.
Absolutely.
After the breakup, just wanted to live my life for me.
Yeah. Yeah.
So, um, you met Owen 'cause his car broke down, right?
Yeah.
Guy was sleeping in it.
Found him checking over the engine.
No idea what he was doing.
My brother's a mechanic.
He came out and helped, eventually.
We talked and hung out. And then he left.
Just like that?
Just like that.
[dramatic music shift]
Can I use the bathroom? It's been a long drive.
It's over there.
Thank you.
I'll get some chips.
Okay.
Shit.
[keyboard taps]
[floorboard creaks]
[Gun shot]
[Groaning]
[gun shot]
[struggling]
[shouting]
Oh shit.
[surprised gasp]
[strained whimpering]
[keys jangle]
[knife slices]
[gargled yell]
Fuck!
Where is he?
WHERE IS HE?
[ominous music]
[creaking, rustling]
There.
Now it's official.
You remember that moon necklace I gave you?
[sigh]
I had it for so long and then you just shit on it.
You shit on everything is so fucking selfish. You know, you...
you are exactly what's wrong with this world.
[painful scream]
We had it made up there.
And Andy...
he would've done anything for us.
Big hill, here we go.
And I had to go along and pick you up.
Of all the kids in the world to follow, I got you.
I mean I have been planning this for a long time.
There's gonna be cabins right there. That's the fire pit.
In fact, that's gonna be the main dining area. It's gonna be perfect.
And I want to thank you for changing your mind and joining us.
It's heaven here kid, isn't it? It's heaven. Yeah!
This is heaven. Heaven. I love you God!
[body thuds]
[airy moan]
God... I loved him.
[brick clanks, painful groan]
You know when I found him, he was still alive.
[deathly groans]
Oh, he fought hard.
Held on for better part of a day.
I sat with him the whole time.
Promised him I wouldn't let him die in vain.
[car engine roaring]
Wake up. Hey, wake up goddammit.
Where?
Where's the fucking house?
Wake up! [tires screech]
[head thuds]
[coughs] - Fuck.
What's the next move?
If I had half the charisma of Andy,
I might've been able to make things go okay.
[whimpering]
What can you do though?
Just have to move forward, and be better.
[muffled scream]
[laughs]
What was your plan anyway?
We searched your car, you don't even bring a gun?
[dripping]
This is going to get ugly.
[phone vibrates, ominous musical stinger]
Fuck.
[panting]
[sighs] Shit.
[gun clanks on ground]
[rope squeaking]
[gun shot]
[body thuds]
[thud, groans]
[dramatic music crescendo]
[brick thuds, clatters]
[body thuds]
[ominous music]
[brick clanks, shout]
[frightened whimpering]
[footsteps]
[brick scrapes]
[footsteps]
[calmly] - Do you believe in karma, Mark?
Please God. No. No.
Well I do.
And this, this is what it looks like.
[stretching, squelching, Mark screams]
[agonizing screams]
[music fades]
[sighs]
Come in.
Officer Dracut.
Just here to check in. See everything's going.
You're Ricky Anderson?
I am.
How you feeling today?
Pretty good actually. Uh, I'm getting out of here tomorrow so.
Yeah, I heard, I heard. That's great.
So... Just trying to clear up a few things.
You were on your way to Ithaca College. Is that right?
You were interested in attending school there?
Yeah, uh, still might be. Um, I'm not sure though that's,
that's why I was checking it out.
Mhmm. Mhmm.
And after all that...
What's the next thing you remember?
Still just, waking up here.
Still just waking up here?
It's okay. You're okay. Alright, come on.
[body thuds]
Hang in there buddy.
[crunching]
[inhale] - So nothing's coming back to you at all?
No car trouble? No idea who or where this happened?
Unfortunately, no.
Uh... I wish I could remember so we could really get these guys.
- Mhmm. Mhmm. - You know?
Yeah.
No recollection of who brought you here?
We've explained before.
Yeah.
[tsk]
Yeah we know...
Post-Traumatic Amnesia.
It's dangerous to try and make me remember so...
[clears throat]
[calm music]
Tonight a young boy who was returned home
after having been missing for three weeks
has since led authorities to his abductor's home.
That homeowner is missing,
But what authorities found buried in his backyard is terrifying,
as so far, they have uncovered the remains of two people.
More on that breaking story in a minute.
But first we begin this evening with a shooting
at a bodega in Brooklyn caught on camera.
[locker clangs]
[Ricky voiceover] Well, what can I say?
Other than I appreciate you coming out and watching my back.
Very MJ-esque of you.
I'm sure you're interested in all the details but,
that'll all have to wait for another day right now.
Just know that I'm okay, and I'm happy you are too.
Regarding our situation, I don't want you to stress at all.
I promise it's all been taken care of and triple checked. So rest easy.
Oh God. My baby, you're home. [crying]
I'm not sure where all this is gonna take me,
but I do know there's bad things happening out there.
Terrible things... no one really seems to care about.
Speaking from experience, truth is...
Maybe they just don't want to know.
But I won't lie to myself anymore.
I remember now.
And I'm gonna make sure these fucks never forget.
[music fades]
[upbeat electronic music]
CAPTIONING BY ALYSSA STORMES