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(gentle haunting music)
(gentle melancholic music)
- Stop, you're hurting me.
(gentle melancholic music)
(screen swooshes dramatically)
I begged him to stop.
I begged him over and over again to stop.
Why wouldn't he just stop?
- Thought you said this wasn't gonna take long.
(soft tense music)
(heavy swoosh)
- Well, I can always keep you longer.
Especially in an active investigation.
Put you in a holding cell for what, 24 hours?
- I couldn't take it anymore.
- Background checks out, as far as the investigation goes,
we have a patrol vehicle actively searching for your vehicle
and any sign of Freda Maxwell.
(screen swooshes rapidly)
What is your relationship with the victim?
(soft haunting music)
(letters swoosh)
(window whirs)
- How's it goin', babe?
- You going my way?
- (laughs) I can take you there, and do your somethin'.
- Hmm. Just a ride, right?
- Look, I got a half a tank,
I'll take you anywhere you wanna go, baby.
(car door bangs)
Look at my wheels.
(Freda gasping)
Ah, damn now, ah, ow!
(heartbeat pulsating softly) (Freda breathes heavily)
(trunk bangs)
(cars revs) (tires squeal)
(tense eerie music)
- Welcome back, as we continue our breaking news coverage
live from Harris County.
Authorities have confirmed escaped convict Freda Maxwell,
also known by the alias "Free,"
escaped a maximum security prison late Wednesday evening.
Now, authorities deem Maxwell dangerous.
In a press conference this afternoon,
the police chief asked the public not to engage
and to immediately call 9-1-1, for she could be armed.
Maxwell was convicted of murder
and sentenced to life in prison
for the death of her father, Julius Maxwell,
nearly seven years ago.
♪ That's why we ♪
♪ Run it up ♪
♪ Like a bull, it's not enough ♪
♪ Like King Kong fittin' a run it up ♪
♪ Like a win, I'm gonna win a cup ♪
♪ Like a win, I'm gonna fuck it up ♪
♪ Ain't gonna lose, I'm gonna level up ♪
♪ I've been down, but I got tough ♪
♪ Hey, run it up, run it up, run it up ♪
♪ Run it up, run it back, run it up, run it back ♪
♪ Running man, running man ♪
♪ We was under hundred since run now ♪
♪ Tell me where the lunch at ♪
♪ I ain't eat lunch at yet ♪
♪ You gotta front that ♪
♪ Let me get it pronto ♪
♪ Let me get a blunt rap ♪
♪ We was on a one pack ♪
♪ Let me get a bus down ♪
♪ Let me get an eighth though ♪
♪ Now I feel jacked there and I was on a payroll ♪
♪ This is all back then, oh my, oh my ♪
♪ I'm gonna eat a whole pie ♪
♪ Sitting on a big yard, looking at a coastline ♪
♪ Low-fi, low-fi, bumpin' on 4-5's ♪
♪ Never let a track sit, please play the whole side ♪
♪ Whole time co-stars looking for a cosign ♪
♪ They ain't even close though ♪
♪ Put 'em on a coastline, yeah ♪
♪ Two kid made it to the roof kid ♪
♪ So the roof gone now, listen to the proof kid, yeah ♪
(door bells jangle)
(bag crinkles)
(traffic hums)
(helicopter buzzing)
(door bells jangle)
(footsteps crunch)
(car lock beeps)
- You're in the wrong car. - Flinch and die.
Now I need you to act normal.
- Mm-hmm.
- Close the door.
Close the door.
(door bangs shut)
Drive. - Okay.
(deep tense music) (soft pulsating heartbeat)
(deep haunting music)
(soft eerie music)
(Drew groans softly)
- Relax. I mean, it could have been worse.
- What are you do, what are you doing, what are you?
- Where's your phone?
- I don't, I don't have one.
- Don't play with me.
- I'm not, I, look, my dad died of cancer, okay.
And studies show certain cell phones
can increase the risk of certain cancers.
What are you doing? That's just medical supplies.
- There's nothing of use in here.
No fuckin' laptop, phone, nothing.
- I'm a, I'm a med student. Okay?
That's my exam bag.
And, and, and my lab supplies are back there.
- So you knew.
You knew this entire time how to stitch this shit up.
But instead you chose to complain at the gas station.
(Freda laughs)
- Well excuse me for getting stabbed.
- Bro, I barely pinched you.
I mean but, I can stab you.
(Drew winces in pain)
- Okay.
(Freda chuckles)
(car keys jingle)
- [Freda] Why'd you turn the car off?
(deep suspenseful music)
- Look, I can take you anywhere you wanna go.
- Hmm.
- All right. I, I live with my sick mother. Okay?
And, and, and her heart, it can't take much more. Okay?
And, I'm her only one.
And, and if she loses me, I...
There's a nice hotel around the corner.
- Okay.
- I can take you there, I can pay for you a room
for as long as you want.
Okay? - No.
- But please... - No. - Please.
- Hotels are too public. Take us home.
Home. (chuckles)
(deep haunting music)
(water flowing)
(deep haunting music)
(Freda laughs)
(Freda sighs)
Ah.
(water splashing)
Mm, feels so good.
(water splashes)
(eerie music)
(water dribbles)
I'm gonna state the obvious, in case you didn't know.
If you try anything, you die.
If you lie to me, you die.
And if anybody shows up here unannounced, you're gonna die.
Now I'm gonna ask you again,
are there any weapons in this house?
(deep ominous music)
Okay (laughs), now that we got that outta the way,
I gotta figure out what I'm gonna do with you,
and how the hell I'm gonna get outta this place.
(Freda sighs)
Mm.
(water dribbles)
(Freda hums)
- Are you gonna kill me?
- I don't know.
I haven't thought about that just yet.
But don't do anything to make me.
I don't wanna be that person anymore.
- You know, at the gas station earlier,
had you just asked me to help you, I would have.
- Sure.
- I mention that because I want you to know
that you can trust me.
- Trust you?
- Yeah.
- I don't trust anyone.
- Drew.
My name is Drew Peterson.
I'm a 25-year-old med student at Baylor.
I see the good in people,
even when they don't see it in themselves.
And there's good in you.
(soft haunting music)
(water splashes)
(soft haunting music)
(objects rustle)
Okay.
(soft haunting music)
(Drew winces in pain)
Hey, apply alcohol first.
Then antiseptic.
(soft haunting music)
Ah. On the wound.
(soft haunting music)
(Drew winces in pain)
There you go.
Okay. Now antiseptic.
(soft ominous music)
(objects rattle)
- What the fuck was that?
(dishes rattle) (Mom groans)
(dishes clatter) (Mom gasping)
- Uh, my mother.
- I thought you said she was comatose.
What's she doing?
- Spasms, spasms, from the pain.
(Mom groaning)
(Mom gasping)
(Mom breathing heavily)
(deep foreboding music)
I should go in alone.
My mother, she's really fragile
and seeing someone inside her house might freak her out.
(deep ominous music)
Thank you.
(Mom gasps and groans)
(Mom speaks incoherently)
It's okay, Mom. It's okay.
(Mom groans)
It's okay. I promise.
Everything's gonna be all right.
(Mom cries)
Everything's gonna be all right.
(Mom gasps and groans)
Hey, Mom, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay. (sighs)
(Mom gasps and groans)
It's okay. It's gonna be all right, I promise.
(Mom groans)
(door slams)
(screen swooshes)
- Look, you're a good kid. I'll give you that.
Your background checks out.
As far as the investigation goes, we have a patrol vehicle
actively searching for your vehicle,
and any sign of Freda Maxwell.
- Thank you, sir. I really appreciate it.
But I really gotta get back home to my mother.
(scary music)
(water sprays)
(tea kettle thuds)
(stove clicks)
That should work.
- So what's wrong with her?
- It started with her not being able to do basic things,
you know,
like making tea,
one of her favorite things to do.
Then came the memory loss.
My dad died a couple years ago.
She stopped talking after that.
And sometime in between she fell and broke her hip.
And now, here we are.
- Dementia?
- I mean, among other things.
(sighs) She just, she just needs to see me.
You know, she just needs to see that I'm not going
to leave her, ever.
Not like my dad did when he died.
- Sounds like the noble thing to do.
- We both see where noble gets you these days, huh?
- Is that shade, nerd boy?
Come on, where I'm from, you lucky I only roped your ass up.
- And where is that, exactly? Where are you from, Free?
- No place like this.
I come from a place of survival.
We ain't had no teapots and shit.
We barely had family around.
Wasn't no good times.
- Kill or be killed?
- Yeah.
I told myself that once I got outta that cage,
I was gonna change my life.
So it is, right here, right now with you.
That's the last chapter of that old life.
I'm changing my life for the good.
- You've killed people, Free.
Is change really possible at this point?
- You don't know what the fuck I had to do to survive.
- I don't... - You don't know me.
- I don't care.
I'm really trying to sympathize with you.
I, I really, really am.
But you escaped punishment.
You didn't even serve your time.
What makes you so worthy of redemption?
- I don't have to explain shit to you.
Make the fuckin' tea, before I be paying for your life.
- No. No, I'm on your side.
Okay?
I was just curious to see if somebody
can truly redeem themselves
even after doing things they had control of.
I'll make my tea. It should be ready anyway.
(water dribbles)
(ice clinks)
(deep foreboding music)
- Ice in the tea?
(deep foreboding music)
- It's sugar, actually.
(deep foreboding music)
(cup clinks)
(deep ominous music)
May I?
(deep ominous music)
(Freda sighs)
(cup clinks)
(deep ominous music)
(Freda slurps)
(cup clinks)
(paper rustles)
(soft somber music)
- [Freda] Stop, you're hurting me.
(soft somber music)
(Freda scoffs softly)
(screen bangs)
- Look at my wheels.
Ow! Bitch, stop, ow!
(tense music)
(Freda gasping)
(tense suspenseful music)
(knife thuds) (Freda cries)
- I'm worthy of redemption.
Everyone is.
- If only that were true.
- You know, just because you do right by your parents
doesn't mean you're righteous, right?
- What, you gonna cry about it?
Oh, you're looking mad.
Get up and do something about it then.
(haunting music)
Aw.
Free, are you feeling okay?
You feeling a bit dizzy?
Oh, oh. Oh, yeah.
Oh, Free, Free, are you okay? You, you're looking dizzy.
Oh, no. Oh, Free, don't fall.
- How did you untie yourself?
(heartbeat pulsates) (suspenseful music)
- Oh, you're almost there.
Almost there. Almost there.
Almost. (laughs)
Just a little bit closer. Oh, oh, oh, no, no.
Oh, no, no. No, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
Choke me harder. (laughs)
(knife clatters)
Six, five
four,
three, two,
one.
(slow haunting music)
(Drew laughs)
I'm smarter.
I'm smarter! (laughs)
I win! Me! (laughs)
I win. I outsmarted you, Free.
You're so stupid.
(Drew inhales deeply)
(soft ominous music)
(traffic hums)
(soft suspenseful music)
- So what do we have so far?
- Still waiting on forensics to finish processing the scene.
(soft suspenseful music)
- Are we sure it's our girl?
- Oh yeah. She was definitely here.
- And how do we know that?
Hmm. Freda Maxwell.
- And for the grand finale.
- Whew.
Full of blood.
Seven years, our girl still ain't lost her touch.
(trunk bangs)
What do we know about the victim?
- 35-year-old male.
That cam showed 'em entering from the highway.
- Hm, let me guess.
Spotted a pretty lady, offered a ride home.
- It looks that way. But, I ran the the plates.
Turns out our vic has a rap sheet longer than Maxwell's.
- Is that right?
Could be a coincidence but,
you think them two were working together?
I mean,
he helps her escape prison.
They get into a, a lovers' quarrel on pump 13, then what?
- Where's the rest of the calvary at?
- (scoffs) You're looking at 'em. You're not impressed?
- I mean, last I heard, Calvert had reassigned you
to missing persons after you blew that fraud case
last month.
- Making a personal connection to the perp
to save someone's life is not blowing a case.
Besides, I am missing persons.
Is our suspect not missing?
- You know, that's not what I meant.
- Well, I'm your guy.
So anything you have, you report to me.
♪ I'm gonna see and makin' everyday the hardest ♪
♪ The hardest ♪
♪ Swooping down my vision now, my eyes on the target ♪
♪ On the target ♪
♪ Close out, unleashed, I'm a beast ♪
♪ Got the whole crowd dirty, make a scene ♪
♪ Gonna get loud ♪
♪ Real proud, show my teeth ♪
♪ Go wild, go wild like an animal ♪
♪ Like an animal ♪
(upbeat music)
♪ Like an animal, whoo ♪
(Drew yelling)
♪ Go wild, go wild like an animal ♪
(Drew yelling)
♪ Wild, like an animal ♪
(Drew yelling)
♪ Go wild, go wild, like an animal ♪
- Accomplice, really?
- You know how this works, Marc.
- It's Detective James.
And for the record, you can't be leaking
confidential information without it being verified.
- Right. And when it is, we'll be the first to have it.
If not, I'll clear it up in 27 minutes.
My producers want me live again at the bottom of the hour.
- (scoffs) Tell me, how you know
about this person of interest?
- A trusted source.
- Does this trusted source have a name?
- (chuckles) Look, I've been on this beat for eight years.
I am a trusted ally in the community.
I give a voice to the voiceless.
- [Marc] Get to the point, Ms. Berry.
- When people see things, they tell me.
Tell me if this is a victim or a villain.
You have to the bottom of the hour.
That's right, we're on scene at the last known location
of convicted murderer, Freda Maxwell,
who escaped a maximum-security prison late last night.
We're told she may be working with an accomplice
in the Houston area. (Freda gasping)
As the search intensifies across the city, officials tell us
her last known location was leaving this parking lot
with a willing accomplish. (Freda groans)
Now, we want to clarify
that the person in question could be a hostage.
(Freda groans) It is unclear at this time.
Law enforcement is asking the public to stay vigilant
and report any abnormal behavior using the tip line
as they identify the person of interest.
Reporting live in Southwest Houston,
I'm Bianca Berry, Action 5 news.
(TV clicks)
(Freda gasping softly)
- No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No. No. (crying) (Mom groans)
(Freda crying) (Mom groaning)
(tense haunting music)
(Mom coughs)
What the fuck is going on?
- You shouldn't have come here, girl.
- Shit.
- [Mom] Some evil, it's hard to escape.
- Escape? This is your house.
- Everything ain't what it seems. It's all around you.
- You raised this piece of shit.
And when I catch him, I'm gonna kill his ass.
- He is not my son. (coughs)
I hear everything through the cracks of the door.
The stories he told you.
I tried to warn you, the moment I heard someone else
in this house. (coughs)
(soft haunting music)
- So, so you telling me that Drew isn't your son?
How?
- Robert and I never had children.
One day after he passed,
a young man showed up on my doorstep,
said he was a medical student,
said he was doing checkups on the elderly. (chuckles)
He said he was doing it for his internship
over at the university.
He had identification, he had medical supplies.
I didn't think anything of it.
I enjoyed our weekly tea time.
They helped me get through my grieving for my Robert.
(deep haunting music)
I was doing good, you know, on my own.
But I think it made him feel rejected in some way.
But I just, I just wanted to be alone.
Alone with my own thoughts in my own...
(electricity sizzles) husband's house.
(hood bangs)
(car door bangs)
(trunk squeaks)
(soft ominous music)
(bike clatters)
(deep ominous music)
I agreed to one more meeting over tea.
- How long ago was that?
- Oh, two, three months ago, I don't,
it's hard to keep time in this place.
- Yeah. Don't I know.
Serving time on bed rest can be torturous.
- Why did you come here? Why did you come to my house?
- I don't know.
I was trying to escape my own demons.
(scary music) (screen swooshes dramatically)
But it's like they just keep following me.
(Freda cries out)
(tense foreboding music)
(Freda whining)
(screen swooshes)
(deep ominous music)
(Drew exhaling sharply)
- Hey, I need, I need an ID on that person like yesterday.
Okay, we've been out here all day. Come on now.
- That's that kid from earlier.
- [Marc] Hey, I'm gonna call you back.
(feet shuffle) (bike clatters)
- Oh my god. - I got you.
- Are you okay?
- Hey man, can you stand? Are you all right?
Are you the kid for this morning?
- Yes, sir. (breathes heavily)
- Hey man, tell me what the hell happened.
What the hell happened? What's Freda Maxwell?
- She, she tried to kill me, sir. (breathes heavily)
Look, look, I tried to stop her, okay?
I tried. I really did.
She overpowered me and, and, and she took my car.
- Shit.
- She said something about (exhales),
something about New Braunfels.
- She trying to skip town. Hey, I need all units.
I need all units on Interstate I-10.
Uh, we got Freda Maxwell.
She's going north in a (fingers snap)...
- A, a gold, gold Cadillac.
- A gold Cadillac. What year?
- Um, '78. - '78 gold Cadillac.
I need you to stop any and every vehicle
matching that description.
Come on. You can come here with me.
- I can't, I can't, sir. I really can't.
I just came to give my statement.
- Kid, kid, you need medical attention
and I need to question you.
Okay? Come on.
- I can't, I can't. I have a sick mother at home.
Okay? I have a sick mother and she needs, she needs me.
- I understand. Listen, calm down kid.
We the good guys. All right?
I gotta get you some medical attention.
I gotta take you to the station to question you.
All right?
You understand?
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
- You have any ID on you?
- Um.
Yeah. Yeah, sorry.
(deep eerie music)
- Hang tight, I'm gonna get us outta here. Okay?
Fuck, think, Free.
(deep eerie music)
Shit. Shit.
(deep eerie music)
(drawers scrape)
(Freda laughs)
Got his ass.
Now, think.
(deep eerie music)
(drawer scrapes)
(box clatters)
(deep eerie music)
(tape rips)
(deep eerie music)
(Freda grunts)
(window bangs)
(Freda laughs)
You hear that?
- Breeze.
(Freda sighs)
- We're gonna get outta here.
Ah. Take it to my girls in cell block D.
- So you said this wasn't gonna take long?
- Well, I can always keep you longer,
especially in an active investigation.
Put you in a holding cell for what, 24 hours?
Relax, kid. Only joking with ya.
Look, we won't be much longer.
Look, you're a good kid. I'll give you that.
Your background checks out.
As far as the investigation goes,
we have a patrol vehicle actually searching
for your vehicle, and any sign of Freda Maxwell.
- Thank you, sir. I really appreciate it.
But I really gotta get back home to my mother.
- Of course. You mentioned that at the gas station.
Though, public records show that you're an orphan.
In fact, there's no sign of any kin.
No work history,
no vehicle registered in your name, for that matter.
- Well, that vehicle was a gift.
- A gift? - Yes, sir.
- From who?
- My mother, actually.
Well, my biological mother, she um,
she left me whenever I was a kid, right.
But this, this, this miraculous woman,
she, she took me in, she raised me.
That woman is my mother.
She's the only parent I've ever had, or known.
- And, you said that she is the one
that gifted you this vehicle, correct?
- Yes, sir.
Congratulating me on getting into medical school.
- I see. Uh, Baylor, correct?
- Yes, sir. Baylor.
I'm actually a top student in my class.
- Is that right?
- Yes sir.
I'm starting my residency there pretty soon.
I mean, top honors, of course.
- Of course. Why not?
Look, do me a favor, uh,
I need you to write your mother's name,
first and last and maiden.
Uh, I just need to check some things out.
Go ahead. (chuckles) (phone buzzes)
Oh. Well, well, well.
Looks like that tip paid off.
Looks like a pedestrian saw
someone that matches the description of Ms. Maxwell.
Hmm. Look, sorry for keeping you so long, all right?
I wish you luck at medical school,
and uh, we're gonna stay in touch, right?
- Yes sir.
- All right. - Thank you.
(soft tense music)
(Freda thuds)
(Freda moans)
(Freda groans)
(ominous music)
You filthy animal.
(water sprays)
(soft haunting music)
(water sprays)
- I'm sorry. Stop (cries), no stop.
I'm sorry. Stop, please, just stop. (cries)
(intense music) (Freda crying)
Don't, please stop. (cries)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- I don't know what to do with you.
(birds chirp)
- Ms. Berry? Must be a slow day at the office.
- Huh, the news never sleeps and neither do I.
- You know, you may have a career in law enforcement.
- Mm, mm-mm. Hard pass, thank you.
- Look, I'm in an active investigation.
Unless you have anything of any relevance,
I have to refer you to my public relations officer.
Oh, man.
(Marc sighs)
- Directing me to the PIO, huh?
What do you know about Freda Maxwell's conviction?
- Well, I know she escaped prison.
I know she killed a man on the run.
Kidnapped the next Doogie Howser.
And, considered arm and dangerous.
- That man in question had a rap sheet a mile long.
- I noticed already, Ms. Berry.
Does that give him the right to die?
I mean, so much for being for the people.
- Okay. Maybe you're right.
And his record is irrelevant, but Maxwell's is not.
- (scoffs) I have no relevance for whatever this is,
Ms. Berry.
Look, I know it's a slow news day, but I'm good.
Look, my job is search and recovery, not rescue.
- Hmm. Well that's unfortunate.
You know, I did some investigating of my own.
- And where did that lead you?
- To you.
You're the one who actually gives a damn,
the one who does what's right, regardless of the outcome.
Just, just take a look, okay? No harm, no foul.
(gentle somber music)
- I begged him to stop.
Begged him over and over again to stop.
(screen swooshes dramatically)
He can do it to me but,
she's only seven years old. (cries)
I heard her screaming.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I had to protect her.
I will always protect her.
(gentle somber music)
- [Marc] What is your relationship with the victim?
(gentle somber music)
- He's my father.
(screen swooshes)
Hey, big head.
- Your head bigger than mine.
(Freda laughs)
(gentle somber music)
- And I put a extra snack in there
in case you wanna share it with your friends, all right?
(Kendall sighs)
What's wrong?
I thought you was excited about the field trip.
- Not really.
- Why, Ken?
- I don't wanna live here anymore. I don't like it.
- I know. It's all we have right now.
Look, I, I told you,
just let me get a couple a more paychecks
and I'll be able to get us outta here soon.
- Can we move now?
- Kennie, what's wrong?
- Daddy.
- Daddy, what?
Daddy what, Ken?
- Stop, you're hurting me.
(birds chirp) (soft tense music)
(footsteps click)
(switch clicks)
(turntable beeps)
♪ Woke up this morning ♪
♪ Sun shining bright ♪
♪ Got my heart a-lifting ♪
♪ Oh oh oh, what a sight ♪
♪ I'm sitting here smiling ♪
♪ About the love I found ♪
♪ In that big bucket bottom, joy is all around ♪
♪ I want your big bucket love ♪
♪ Lift me up so high ♪
♪ Like a river of laughter under that big blue sky ♪
♪ Oh your big bucket bottom love ♪
♪ You're the light of my soul ♪
♪ In the warmth of your embrace ♪
♪ I finally feel home ♪
(upbeat jazz music)
♪ Used to be wandering ♪
♪ Lost in the dark ♪
♪ Now your love's a beacon ♪
♪ You've ignited a spark ♪
♪ Your sweet voice is singing in the evening low ♪
♪ In that bucket bottom ♪
♪ Oh, how I love those ♪
♪ I want your big bucket love ♪
♪ Lift me up so high ♪
♪ Like a river of laughter ♪
♪ Under that clear blue sky ♪
♪ Oh, your big bucket bottom love ♪
♪ You're the light of my soul ♪
♪ In the warmth of your embrace, I finally feel at home ♪
(upbeat jazz music)
♪ We'll keep on dancing ♪
♪ All through the night ♪
♪ With our big bucket bottom love, we'll shine like a light ♪
♪ So here I'm a singin' ♪
♪ This joyful song ♪
♪ With a rhythm of love where we both belong ♪
♪ Oh, I'll keep on singing, big bucket bottom ♪
- Now you're perfect.
(insects buzz)
(car door clicks)
(car door bangs)
(car door squeaks)
(traffic hums)
(soft tense music)
(soft haunting music)
(silverware clinks)
Wow, this is really good.
You should definitely try some.
Here, I got it.
(fork clinks)
It's all right.
So, babe, I was thinking of a winter wedding.
I know. I know, everybody always does spring, right?
You know, nice weather, colorful attire.
But we're anything but ordinary.
(deep ominous music)
Free, I'm so happy.
Happy to have you.
I'm so happy that you chose me.
You don't know how long I've searched for someone like you,
someone who understands the depths of love.
Someone who will do whatever it takes to protect love.
I finally have the family I deserve,
the family that I fought so hard for over all these years.
A beautiful wife,
a loving mother.
And soon, and soon my darling,
and soon,
a beautiful daughter.
Don't worry, my love. She will be with us soon, very soon.
I promise.
Well, it's time for my mother's tea.
Don't go anywhere, darling.
(soft tense music)
Mom?
(soft somber music)
Mom, Mom.
(Freda shudders)
(soft somber music)
(window shutter clicks)
(soft somber music)
She said yes, Mom.
You're right.
Love will always find you.
(soft somber music)
I can't wait for you to come to the wedding.
We're gonna take so many pictures.
I can't wait for you to walk me down the aisle.
(soft somber music)
(Drew yelling)
(soft somber music)
(Drew yelling)
(car door bangs)
(birds chirp)
(knocking at door)
- Excuse me, Ms. Baker?
It's Detective James with the local police department.
(knocking at door)
(birds chirp)
Excuse me, Ms. Baker.
(knocking at door)
(birds chirp) (soft tense music)
Excuse me, Ms. Baker.
(soft tense music)
- Hey. Hey.
Excuse me.
Hey, are you a cop for real?
- Uh, detective, actually.
You are?
- You're looking for my neighbor, Ms. Evelyn?
- Uh, yes.
Do you know when she uh, when she usually comes home?
- That's the thing, she hasn't been home in months.
- Excuse me?
- Yeah um, I moved back in a few months ago, with my mother.
- Mm. - Me and Ms. Evelyn
used to take morning walks together before Mr. Baker passed.
- I see. Could she possibly be staying with a relative?
- My mom said the Bakers didn't have any kids.
- What about hinting at any uh,
place she could be, vacation?
- Just that Mr. Baker's family house needed attention,
getting ready for sale.
- You said family house.
Do you possibly have a physical address?
- I don't, but my mom might.
- Can you provide that for me please?
- Hey, you can come inside if you like.
- (chuckles) I'm good.
(birds chirp)
(mail rustles)
- So, now, where was I?
- (chuckles) Address?
- Oh, yeah.
She didn't remember the street address,
but everyone knows the Bakers,
so the house shouldn't be that hard to find.
- Thank you. And the uh, and the phone number?
- A stakeout buddy. Just in case you need one.
- (chuckles) I see.
- Normally, it's not that much mail.
Her grandson I think, usually checks it like twice a month.
Which is weird because the Bakers didn't have any kids.
- You said grandson?
- Yeah uh, apparently he popped up after Mr. Baker passed.
But that ain't my business.
- One moment.
Can you tell me, is this him?
(soft tense music)
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's him.
- Thank you for all your help.
(door bangs shut)
(soft suspenseful music)
Hey, are you still at the station?
I need you to do me a favor and run this uh,
run a background check on Drew Calder and Freda Maxwell.
There's a connection here
that I just can't put my finger on.
I'm starting to think that this whole kidnapping
was a organized distraction.
All right, keep me posted.
(tense music)
What am I missing?
What am I missing, Freda?
(slow tense music)
Hey, you still wanna help?
I need you to do me a favor.
(slow tense music)
(door clicks)
(footsteps click)
(door clicks)
(object thuds)
- Um, Mother's gonna rest for a little while longer.
She's excited to plan the wedding though.
(tense mysterious music)
- While the search for Freda Maxwell,
the prisoner who escaped nearly 48 hours ago,
expands outside of Harris County,
we bring you yet another breaking story.
Officials are on the lookout for missing persons.
52-year-old Evelyn Baker,
who was last seen in this neighborhood.
Neighbors claim they haven't seen or heard from Baker
in over two months, which is highly unusual.
Neighbors describe Baker as active and outgoing,
which leads officials to believe
there may be foul play involved in her disappearance.
I'm Bianca Berry, reporting live. Back to you.
That's a lot going on.
(door bangs)
(soft tense music)
(door handle jiggles)
(door squeals)
(door bangs)
(door squeaks)
- What the fuck?
Freda Maxwell?
Freda?
Freda, can you talk?
Can you move?
Miss Maxwell, can you hear me?
Can you talk? Is there anybody else in the house?
- A woman.
- What?
- A woman.
- [Marc] What woman?
- Room.
(soft eerie music)
- Ms. Baker?
(soft tense music)
Ms. Baker?
(soft scary music)
Shit.
Dispatch, I'm at... (object thuds)
(heartbeat pulsates softly)
(Marc moans softly)
(soft tense music)
- I can't go back to prison.
I'm so sorry this happened to you.
(soft foreboding music)
(mysterious music)
Shit.
(mysterious music)
- Free?
No, no, no, no. Free?
Free, where are you?
(men scuffle)
What you gonna do?
(men groan and grunt) (tense music)
- [Marc] You sick son of a bitch.
(Drew gagging)
(tense adventurous music)
- [Freda] Enough!
- Freda, you don't wanna do that.
Put the gun down.
Free, listen, he's a cop. You can't trust him.
- Shut up.
Give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you both.
- 'Cause you're not a killer.
At least not in cold blood.
Free, look at me. I seen your file, okay?
I know you were railroaded. I understand.
Look, give me the gun.
- You know what?
You shoulda been in that fuckin' cage like an animal.
- [Drew] But I, I, I, I saved you. I cleansed you.
- Free... - [Freda] Shut up!
- You don't wanna do this.
- [Drew] Free, give me the gun!
(men scuffle)
(gunshot blasts) - Aw, fuck!
(Marc groans)
- I had this case wrapped up for you,
with a bow and everything.
- I can get you help. All right?
- I'm not scared of life in prison.
But you know what?
I'm gonna take joy in putting you outta your misery.
All you had to do was follow the trail and leave us alone.
But you couldn't even do that.
- [Freda] Drew, what about, what about your mother?
- No!
No!
- [Freda] Drew, wat about
medical school? - Shut up. Shut up.
- [Freda] What about medical school, Drew?
You like saving people, like you saved me.
It, it's your mother.
- Come on, kid. You don't wanna do this, come on.
- Is she gonna be okay?
She been asleep for a minute now.
- She's dead, son.
She's dead.
It's not too late, man. Come on.
- All I wanted was a family.
(gun clatters)
By our own death,
we may truly be free.
- Wait, son, wait.
- No, no. - Wait. Bro.
(soft suspenseful music)
(soft haunting music)
(footsteps click)
- [Drew] Now who's fee?
(soft tense music)
(eerie music)
(soft tense music)
(eerie music)
(Drew breathes deeply)
(eerie music)
(soft haunting music)
(soft suspenseful music)
- I guess we're even now.
(tense suspenseful music)
- Free, wait.
You don't wanna do that.
Look, let me turn you in.
- Turn me in?
You knew my story,
then you know I don't supposed to rot in that cage.
- Oh, sorry.
Trust me.
Look, what about her? Huh?
What about Kendall?
- Keep her name out your mouth.
- Look, you gotta trust me. I can help you see her again.
- Trust you?
It's people like you that got me in this mess
in the first place.
I killed the bastard that tortured me my entire life.
Y'all want me to rot in jail for it for life.
He stole my innocence from me.
(cries) I couldn't let him do that to Kendall.
- Listen, listen, listen. Listen.
Trust is earned, right?
Here, take my phone.
I want you to look at the last picture on my phone.
Dammit, Freda, this is not a game. Just trust me.
Look. Here.
Look at the last picture.
(soft tense music)
(Freda gasps)
(soft tense music swells)
- (gasps) It's her. (cries)
- She's not a little girl no more.
She's strong like you. You can see her again.
Only if we do this the right way.
All right?
Just trust me.
(soft tense music)
Give me the gun, Free.
Free, give me the gun.
(handcuffs jingle)
You gotta trust me, Free. It's okay.
(soft tense music)
Give me the gun.
Dispatch.
- Freda Maxwell, the convict who escaped prison
just six months ago,
gets a new trial in the murder of her father,
who had a disturbing history of sexually assaulting her
and her younger sister.
Deliberations are set to take place inside these doors
this afternoon.
Maxwell turned her herself into authorities
following that prison break,
and is working with law enforcement
on the investigation of Drew Calder,
the man accused of kidnapping Evelyn Baker
and playing a part in her death.
(gentle uplifting music)
(upbeat hip hop music)
♪ New era ♪
♪ Here we go ♪
♪ New era ♪
♪ Yeah, we never seen nothing, nothing like this ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ I'm about to blow your mind with a twist ♪
♪ Ah-Ah, ah-ah, ah ♪
♪ Hit the lights, here I go, go, go ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ I make the rules, I run the show ♪
♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah ♪
♪ Get ready, get ready, get ready for it, get ready ♪
♪ I'm in my era, new era, I'm back ♪
♪ I'm back in my new, new era ♪
♪ I'm back, I'm back in my new, new, new, new, new era ♪
♪ New, new, new, new, new era ♪
♪ New, new, new, new, new, new era ♪
♪ Like a Phoenix, I rose up ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ Can't keep me down, I glow up ♪
♪ Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah ♪
♪ Won't stop me now, I show up ♪
♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪
♪ I'm on fire, flames going higher ♪