- Here. I know you have your chemistry test today,
and I know you're gonna ace it, as you always do.
- I won't if I eat all that.
But this looks too good to pass up.
Thanks, Mom.
And I hope you crush your work presentation.
[knocking on door]
- If that is Mr. Cross
complaining about the trees again--
- He's just lonely, Mom. - Yeah.
That's the most dangerous kind of man.
Noah, you can't be here.
- No, I-I just wanna talk to her.
Ruthie!
Hey, it's--it's me, Noah.
- Ruthie, get back in the kitchen.
- Mom. Mom--
- You text her again, and I am calling the cops.
- Please, Mom, I-I just wanna see what she remembers.
- Nothing. And we're going to keep it that way.
- I've been working on myself, all right?
These family secrets, they only have power over you
when you keep them in the dark.
- You're not a part of our family.
You are a monster, and you cannot be fixed.
Now go, and don't ever come back.
- Mom.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- Did you ever think a book about generational trauma
would land you on the bestsellers list
for six months?
- If my book has helped even one person
struggling with family trauma
passed down through generations,
then I've done my job.
- That's Olivia Kramer,
world-renowned child psychiatrist,
whose book is in stores now.
Thank you, Doctor.
- Thank you. Always a pleasure.
[gasps] - Oh, sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
- No. I don't see walk-ins,
except for my current patients who are in crisis.
- No, I'm not a walk-in.
You already know me.
Well, you know my half-sister, Ruthie Denham,
from ten years ago.
- You're Noah.
- Wait--so she-- so she told you my name?
What else did she say about me?
- I can't discuss that with you, Noah.
It's confidential.
You'll need to leave.
- Why the hell won't anyone talk to me, huh?
About me!
What are you doing? - I'm calling security.
- Put that away. I said, put that away!
[dark music]
I need to know if I'm a monster,
and you're gonna help me find out.
- Okay.
You don't want to do this. - Move. Move.
[tense music]
- I can't believe you read my texts.
- What made you feel like you had to lie to me?
- I didn't! - Ingrid.
You said you were going to Samantha's, right, tonight?
You did not say you were going upstate to some college party
to do God knows what with God knows who.
- It's my friends. It's not a big deal.
- You know what? It is a big deal.
And had you told me the truth, it might have been different.
Let me ask you, how am I supposed to trust you
when you hide things from me? - Yeah, you're one to talk.
- I'm sorry?
- You hide things from me all the time.
You leave. Sometimes you're gone for days.
And then you come back,
and you don't tell me anything about it.
- That is different, and you know it.
It's my work, and I'm an adult.
- So am I! I'm 18 now. - You are 18
and still in high school and still living in my house.
And therefore, still my rules. You're not going.
It's not happening. - But--
[groans]
Mom, please. [phone buzzes]
- It's work. I have to go.
- [mocking] It's work. I gotta go.
- You know what?
You're staying at your father's tonight.
I'll be calling to check in.
- Ugh!
- Approximately 90 minutes ago,
an unknown subject entered the office
of Dr. Olivia Kramer and forcefully abducted her.
Dr. Kramer had just concluded a live Zoom interview
with a local morning show.
She turned off her camera but not her audio.
Producers heard the abduction taking place in real time
and called 911.
- Has there been a ransom demand?
- Not at this time.
- Thought she was a celebrity, not a saint.
- I'd say she's considered a bit of both.
She's helped a lot of people deal with
the effects of sexual abuse and generational trauma.
- Abusers begetting abusers.
- Right.
She's also an expert at diagnosing
accommodation syndrome in adults.
- I take it you've read the books.
- Yeah. All three.
- Why?
- Hey, Ray, can you check out the garage
for Dr. Kramer's black Audi?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
- You didn't have to do that.
- Does he know what happened to you on that boat
when you were undercover?
- No.
It's not exactly, um...
day-to-day conversation, you know?
- If you ever wanna talk about it--
taking down Oscar Zamora, or anything else--
I'm here.
Just trying to respect your boundaries.
- Thank you.
- Audio from the Zoom cued up? - Yeah.
First part's too garbled to make out, but listen to this.
- I need to know if I'm a monster,
and you're gonna help me find out.
- Our unsub's a male, and he sounds young.
- I think we can rule out a ransom demand.
"I need to know if I'm a monster,
and you're going help me find out?"
That's a-- that's a call for help.
- You think it's an old patient?
- He chose to come to her.
He could have wound up on any therapist's doorstep.
- True, but given what you said about her expertise,
the doc's also heard the names of lots of
sexual predators inside these walls.
- She'd be a mandatory reporter.
Our unsub could be angry at being unmasked.
- Dr. Kramer's Audi wasn't in the garage.
I already put a BOLO out.
- Well, who needs people when you have surveillance footage?
Oh, look. The violent man is dragging the woman
into the concrete dungeon.
Why does it feel like we've seen this movie too many times?
- We got you out. We'll get her, too.
I'm gonna save my breath, because I already know
you ran the facial rec,
and skip to the burning question.
What's this sicko-with-a-gun's name?
- Noah Tramble, 25.
Record of possession.
His last known is in Hagerstown.
His next of kin is his father, Casper, who's currently a guest
of the Maryland Department of Corrections
for sexual abuse of a child.
- [sighs] Get Noah Tramble's photo on the wire.
I want her patient files. Line up the grudges.
You two take Noah's last known in Hagerstown.
Ray, you're with me. - Where we going?
- Prison.
- I told you,
it's doctor-patient confidentiality.
- I don't care. Waive it.
What did Ruthie say I did to her?
- What do you think you did?
- No, no, no, no, no. Don't redirect the question.
I know all your shrink tricks.
Now, I've been journaling lately,
trying to work things out.
- Then why do you need me?
- Lady, I wouldn't be asking that if I were you.
- If you want my help,
you're going to have to tell the truth.
Can you do that, Noah?
What do you think you did to Ruthie?
- I don't know.
I was drinking a lot back then, you know?
Snorting anything I could get my hands on.
Adderall, coke, oxy.
- You were 15.
You must have had some reason for going down
such a dark path.
- Well, I--
I didn't wanna exist. I--
[crying softly]
- I know how difficult that was to say.
And...I want to tell you
what I remember your sister saying about you--
That she loved her brother very much.
- She's my half-sister.
We've got different fathers, I mean...
hers is a lawyer.
Mine's a piece of crap.
- I'm sorry.
No child deserves that.
Can you tell me why you think you might have hurt Ruthie?
- Because that's what everybody said!
Because of my biological father.
- Tell me about him.
- No, he--look, he-- - Noah.
[no sound]
- Maryland state troopers have advised residents
to be on the lookout
for this man, Noah Tramble,
wanted for the abduction of...
- Noah, tell me about your father.
- No, no. Not here. - Did he do something to you?
- I said not here, all right?
-...should not be approached under any circumstances.
- All right, let's go. - Noah.
- Thank you.
Hana says there's no record of Noah Tramble
being one of Dr. Kramer's patients.
- Kristin said his place is empty,
except for a few end tables and some clothes.
Neighbors haven't seen him in a couple of days, either.
[quietly] Get ready to meet the devil himself.
- Hey!
- Mr. Tramble.
We figured we'd give you the courtesy
of bringing you down to the infirmary
so your colleagues wouldn't label you as a snitch.
- Ha.
- I know it's hard enough being a pedo in gen pop.
- Where'd you find this kid? He's a real catch.
- Yeah, the best and brightest.
That's why I hired him.
Have you heard from your son recently?
- Can't say till I get my potato chips.
- You know, I waited so long for you that I--
I just had to open the bag.
Mmm! So delicious.
You know, if you give us some useful information,
I might be able to dig you up a bag.
- Noah stopped talking to me
after I landed in here two years back.
- But he was in your custody from the time he was 15
till he graduated high school.
Why not before?
- 'Cause my ex, Noah's mother Sandy,
got all pissed off when she came home from work
and caught me with a lady who wasn't age appropriate.
That's not the best part.
Sandy files for divorce when Noah's around seven,
and who does she remarry?
Her attorney, Luke Denham.
The one who bled me dry of the nothing I never had.
Polished prick.
He took in Noah as his own,
had a daughter two years later.
One big happy family.
Pricks.
- How did Noah end up back with you?
- Kid was a druggie. I think he was hooked on oxy.
Luke and Sandy threw him back at me
like he was a piece of trash.
- You ever hurt Noah?
- My son was never my type.
- I need a shower.
Casper could be the reason Noah thinks he's a monster.
Because his father is.
- Well, Noah moved out of his father's house when he was 18.
Casper didn't get charged with a sexual offense
until two years ago.
- Just because he wasn't convicted
doesn't mean he's not a predator.
Could be an open secret in the family.
Which makes it unresolved generational trauma,
the doc's specialty.
- Yeah, but Noah's not Dr. Kramer's patient.
All right, why abduct her to help him?
- I don't know.
Hana, is there any record of a patient
with the last name Denham in Dr. Kramer's files?
- One, from a decade ago.
Ruthie Denham, age five.
Same childhood address as Noah.
Because she's his half-sister.
- Send Gaines and Barnes over now.
[edgy music]
♪ ♪
- FBI. Anybody home?
- It's open.
- Oh my God.
She's alive. Throw me that towel.
- Here.
- Hey. - We need an ambulance.
- Ruthie, stay with me. - 81 Regent Avenue, Hagerstown.
- Take that.
Stay with me. - You're gonna be all right.
- Come on, come on.
- Can you hear me? - Keep breathing.
Ruthie, keep breathing.
[distant siren]
- How's she doing?
- Lost a lot of blood, but she's stable.
They've got her sedated. - Her parents here?
- Luke and Sandy. They're divorced.
Sandy's inside with the doctors,
completely beside herself.
- Well, her daughter tried to kill herself,
and her son's a wanted fugitive.
Can't say I blame her.
Noah found Dr. Kramer
because Ruthie was a patient a decade ago.
We need to find out who gave him that information.
- I'm looking for my daughter, Ruthie Denham.
- Check with the front desk. - You must be her father, Luke.
- Yes. They told me that they brought her here.
Is-is she okay? - She's stable.
The doctors are taking good care of her.
Her mom's already here.
- Did Ruthie really slit her wrist?
Why would she do that? - We don't know.
But we'd like to talk to you and her mom,
after you've had a chance to see her.
- This is Noah's fault. It has to be.
- Why do you say that?
- Because he's a bad seed.
Always has been.
- Where are we going?
My car is the other way. - Forget your car.
The cops are looking for it now.
- I have to tell you something.
There's a chance you may never know the truth about yourself.
- What kind of monster doesn't remember
whether or not he molested his own sister?
- It was a decade ago.
You were abusing drugs, and memories in the best of times
are complex.
If enough people told you that you hurt your sister,
you might have begun to believe it.
- You mean I might not have done it?
- Yes. Yes, and I can help you, if you let me.
Why are you doing this? - For Rose.
It's always been for her. - Who's Rose?
- You're gonna see. Get in.
Get in!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Hey! Hey!
What the hell you think you're doing?
- Hey-- - You come here
and steal my truck? - Relax, man--uhh--
[grunting]
- Hey! Stay there!
[labored breathing]
It was self-defense.
He was going to kill me.
Get back in the truck.
Get back in the truck!
- Noah, we can't just leave him.
- We got to go.
- Oh my God.
- Do we really have to do this right now?
- I know this is hard, but this is an active abduction
and we need to know.
Can you tell us when the last time was you saw Noah?
- This morning.
He came to the house to see Ruthie,
but I wouldn't let him in.
- Do Noah and Ruthie see each other often?
- Never.
No, not for a decade.
The last communication they had was...
yesterday, when he texted her.
But I put a stop to that.
- Why?
- Be-because of what he did to her.
- What happened?
- [sighs]
It was March 1, 2013.
I went to wake Ruthie up for kindergarten.
She was asleep in her little sleigh bed,
with Noah spooning her.
He'd never done that before, and I thought it was cute.
But then I woke them up, and I pulled back the covers.
And they were both naked.
I just--I just lost it.
I asked Noah if he--you know, if he touched her.
And he just started crying. He said he couldn't remember.
He said he didn't even know what
he was doing in Ruthie's bed.
But I could smell the booze on his breath.
He was drunk, and probably high.
Oh God, he was on so many drugs back then.
- What did Ruthie say happened?
- She was five.
She was scared, and he was screaming.
And I was, too.
And she thought that I was mad at her.
- And where was your husband?
- Luke was in trial in Baltimore.
But he came as soon as I told him.
- Did you call the police?
- I wanted to,
but Luke talked me out of it.
I was so angry-- I would do anything
to protect my daughter.
- And yet, Noah was your son.
- I loved him so much.
But how could he do that to his own sister?
- I'm sorry.
- I didn't want to believe it, but he was so ashamed.
Noah never stopped crying all day.
And the more that he said he couldn't remember,
the more I knew that he had done it,
and I could not forgive him.
- Noah was an addict.
Oxy, meth, coke.
The kind that make you wreak havoc.
- You're speaking from experience?
- I'm a family law attorney.
I've seen what substance abuse can do
to every kind of family, including mine.
- So you think the drugs made Noah molest his sister?
- It's completely within the realm of possibility.
Ruthie was too young to have the words to be sure, so...
even after she went to see Dr. Kramer,
she still referred to it as "the nightmare."
- I have to ask-- where were you that night?
- I was in trial in Baltimore.
Hadn't been home all week until Sandy called.
- We'll have to confirm that.
- Well, you go right ahead.
I love my daughter.
I would never do anything to hurt her.
- You know, I'm curious about something, Mr. Denham.
Sandy said that you talked her out of calling the police.
Why was that?
- Noah was only 15.
At minimum, he'd be stigmatized for life,
and more likely thrown in jail.
Given the circumstances,
it just didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time.
You don't think I regret that decision every day?
I tried to help Noah.
It broke my marriage, it broke my daughter, and it broke me.
We should have turned him in when we had the chance.
- [clears throat]
- Thank you.
- Ruthie's cell phone.
Noah's been texting her the past few days.
She didn't respond until this morning,
after he'd gone to the house to see her.
- "I don't remember what happened.
Maybe Dr. Kramer knows."
- That's how Noah found the doctor.
[phone rings] - Well, if Ruth blames herself,
that explains her suicide attempt.
- Hey.
- Remy, Clarksburg PD found Dr. Kramer's Audi
parked at a hotel, three blocks from
the side street where Noah killed a man for his truck.
- Victim is George Mason. Works around the corner.
Parks his truck back here sometimes,
when the employee lot's full.
- Is she our witness? - Yeah.
Said she saw Mason catch a fugitive
trying to steal his truck. Pulled that tire iron on him,
and your guy shot him twice in the gut.
- His name's Noah Tramble.
She see his hostage? - Yeah. Black female,
dressed nice, sitting in the cab of the truck.
- Well, at least she's alive.
At least we got that.
- Oh, he's escalating.
You got the info on the truck?
- Yeah, I was about to run it in my car.
- All right.
Why don't you take that, handle the BOLO.
I'll go talk to the witness.
We'll meet up after and canvass.
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
- You can have vegetables. - I don't want vegetables.
- That's Rose and her daughter Chloe.
- I don't wanna go home.
- How old's Chloe? - She's five.
- That's the same age Ruthie was--
- Don't go there.
You're on my team now.
You said you would help me.
She's gonna take me back.
She knows the worst thing I might have done.
And she's gonna say I love you anyways.
You're gonna help me, right?
- Hi. I-I just got home from work, and I--
I turned on the news, and I saw my--my ex-boyfriend.
Noah Tramble.
I just kicked him out yesterday.
[knocking on door]
- Rose?
- [whispering] Oh, God. - It's me.
- He's here. He's here. Call the police, now!
Honey, go upstairs, all right? - Come on, I know
you're in there. - Yeah, take that.
Go really fast. I love you so much, okay?
[knocking continues]
[breathing heavily]
- No, it's okay, it's okay. I just want to talk.
- I've said everything I have to say to you.
- No, that's fine. Then just listen to this lady.
- Who the hell is she?
- She's a psychiatrist, all right?
She's gonna explain why you should take me back.
- Chloe, go back to your room.
Yeah.
[phone rings]
- You called the cops?
Why? - Why do you think?
You're not just a pervert, you're a murderer, now?
- I just needed his truck. He came at me with a tire iron!
He was gonna bash my brains in.
- I wish he would have. - You don't mean that, Rosie.
- I do. - Hey. Hey!
[gunshot] - Aah!
- Chloe, run! That's my daughter, you--
- I didn't see her! - You animal!
- No, I-- - How dare you?
- I'm doing this for our family!
- You are not my family! - Calm down!
Shut up. Shut up!
Here, come with me. - No--no--
- You're coming-- you're coming with me!
[indistinct radio chatter]
[distant sirens]
- Gaines and Hana, clear the house.
Ray, check the yard.
Dr. Kramer, you okay?
- Noah Tramble did this.
He has a gun, and he's got Rose Franklin.
- I want my mommy. - You're safe now, OK?
- Did you see where they went? - Thank you.
- I couldn't risk looking back.
I was trying to save Chloe and myself.
- Hey, Remy. We got footprints.
- Good job.
[tense music]
Another print.
- Help! Help!
He went that way, towards the road.
- Call Hana.
Get with the state police, and find this lunatic.
- My daughter. Is she okay?
- She's fine. We have her.
- I thought he was gonna kill me.
Look.
I'm a nurse, and I'm all for therapy.
And I ignored the journals that Noah was keeping,
until he left one out on the kitchen counter one day
when he thought I was at work.
And I-I couldn't help it. I read it.
- What did you find?
- Sick stuff... about his half-sister
and his pervert dad.
He actually wrote in there, "Am I my father?"
And...I didn't know anything about Casper.
But when I looked him up and saw that he was
a sex offender who was actually in prison, I...
I kicked Noah out.
And I told him to stay away from Chloe and me, forever.
- That's a hell of a trigger.
- Yeah, that's what we thought.
- Did Noah mention anything today?
The journals? Rose kicking him out?
- No.
He was just obsessed with finding out
whether I thought he molested Ruthie or not.
- What'd you tell him?
- Whatever I needed to in the moment.
I was scared.
I was--I was just trying to mollify him.
- Did Ruthie ever tell you directly
that Noah molested her? - No.
I'm a mandated reporter. I would have contacted police.
- So how is it possible that neither one of them
knows exactly what happened?
- Trauma is a tangled web.
Ruthie was sleeping when it happened.
She thought she was dreaming.
And she was young.
She didn't have the words yet
to describe what was done to her.
- What's Noah's excuse?
- He was too drunk and high to remember.
But the people that he trusted told him
that he'd done something awful,
so it's no wonder he began to believe it.
And Ruthie, too.
- Like the McMartin preschool case.
Adults leading children until they all started
telling the same story.
- That's one example.
- I'll ask her about it in the morning,
when she's out of sedation.
- What do you mean?
- She attempted suicide this morning.
- [gasps]
The unresolved trauma of both Noah and Ruthie
has manifested in violence.
Noah has directed his externally,
and Ruthie has turned hers against herself.
- So, professional opinion.
Did Noah molest Ruthie or not?
- After what I've been through today,
and knowing about his father now,
I think he's guilty as hell.
- Is now a good time? - Yeah.
I'm gonna be right over here, okay?
- Hey, Ruthie. I'm Kristin.
- My mom says you're nice.
- Yeah?
Gosh, I don't know if my daughter would agree.
She's a little mad at me right now.
How are you feeling?
- I had nightmares all night.
They say that kind of thing is common, 'cause...
I guess I'm trying to process things that I didn't
have the words to before.
- I understand.
- You do?
- I do.
Can you tell me what happened that night, with Noah?
- I wish I knew.
I thought I was dreaming.
And he only came to me on nights
when I was already asleep.
- So it happened more than once?
- Yes.
He never let me see his face.
And I didn't recognize his voice,
because he always whispered.
I asked him if I could tell someone,
and he said if I did that,
he'd make sure I never felt joy again.
- And that's why you didn't tell your mom or Dr. Kramer.
- It's my fault Noah took her.
I sent him to her.
But only because I thought she could help him,
like she did me.
It was so stupid of me.
I mean, I could have gotten her killed.
My whole life, people have been telling me I'm damaged goods.
My own brother's victim.
I get so tired of hearing it.
And then sometimes it goes away.
But then I guess seeing Noah--
Just...I'm just so ashamed.
- Ruthie, I want you to listen to me.
You are not damaged goods.
What you are is a survivor, and that takes guts,
and it takes courage.
Real courage.
And this is gonna sound kind of crazy right now...
you're going to be okay.
You're way stronger than you think.
I see it.
- I feel like I can tell you anything.
- And I'm so grateful you did.
- Uh, the nurse said it's time to go.
They're transferring her to a hospital
where there's a specialist who can
do microsurgery on her wrists.
- Can you come with us?
- Yeah, of course.
Yeah.
- You okay?
- [gasps]
- Oh!
- Oh my God!
- [grunting]
- Hey! - What's going on?
- I don't know. What's happening?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Noah, I'm with the FBI.
I'm going to need you to slow down.
- It's okay. I'm here.
[car horn honking]
- Put your belt on. - Okay.
[sirens blaring]
- Hey, it's him. It's Noah.
We're trapped in the back.
- Can you tell where he's headed?
- Hold on.
Take this. - Okay.
- Um...heading north on Potomac Street.
- Hana's tracking you, and Hagerstown PD is en route.
Kristin, do you have a shot?
- The glass is thick.
The round could ricochet.
Even if I hit him, he crashes this thing.
Noah, stop the vehicle, now!
[car horn honking]
- He just ran the light at 16th.
[car horn honking]
- Hang tight. PD should be closing in.
Stay on the phone with me.
- Okay.
[sirens blaring]
- Kristin, what was that?
Kristin, you with me?
Gaines!
You okay?
- Noah took Ruthie. - He took my baby girl.
- Where'd they go?
- No, no, no. Kristin, Kristin.
You need to get checked out. Easy.
- I should have taken the shot. I should have taken the shot!
- You did all you could do. Just take it easy.
Ray's on it. Come on, sit down.
- We need another ambulance. - For who?
- Your fugitive--he carjacked a lady in a blue Dodge.
Took off west. - All right, look,
alert your precinct. Set a perimeter.
Get a BOLO out on your radio, all right? Let's go.
- Listen to me. Ruthie said at the hospital
that she was abused more than once.
That means if it happened on other nights,
that means her father could have been in the house.
- Yeah, but Hana checked his alibi.
- We have to check again.
Please.
- I'll call her.
Good work.
- It's not good work.
She would be--
Ruthie would be here if I did good work, wouldn't she?
- I don't want to hurt you. I never did.
- Ten years.
I spent so many nights
wondering what you were really like.
Not the stories everyone told me.
But you never came to see me.
- Mom and Luke wouldn't let me.
I'm sorry, Ruthie.
I wish I could have seen you, too.
- What do you want with me now?
- To help you.
I-I know this is hard. - "I know this is hard."
Does everyone start every sentence to you that way, too?
- [chuckles]
Yeah.
But I'm the villain.
- I'm the victim.
- Look, I don't remember anything about that night
except waking up in a fog and Mom yelling at me
and then calling Luke to come home.
- I've been having nightmares.
And I-I think...
I think they're helping me remember.
Like, those nights I--
- W-wait.
Nights?
What do you mean, nights?
There was only one night.
March 1, 2013.
- No.
No, Noah, that wasn't the only night.
There were others, after that night.
- Other--other nights? What--
After I was kicked out of the house?
- I'm so sorry, Noah.
I let them tell me stories about what happened to me,
and I started to believe the stories.
But I--I knew--
I ruined your life.
Noah, you didn't do this.
- Ruthie...who did?
- Hey.
Blue Dodge was spotted exiting the Beltway in Virginia.
They're headed towards Falls Church.
- Why the hell would Noah take Ruthie to Virginia?
- My ex.
Luke Denham. He remarried a few years ago.
They just moved there with their daughter.
- How old is their daughter?
- Three, I think.
- It could be Luke is Noah's next target.
I just circled back on his alibi.
Now, he was in trial in Baltimore in March 2013.
But on the morning of March 1, his particular proceeding
was marked continued till the afternoon session,
as per the court docket.
Because Luke was driving from Hagerstown back to Baltimore.
- What? How can that be?
How can you know that? That was ten years ago.
- They had credit card receipts then, too.
Your ex-husband was buying gas Outside Hagerstown At 5:53 a.m.
- He drove from Hagerstown to Baltimore and back
in the middle of the night,
the same night that you found Noah in Ruthie's bed.
You have an address on Luke?
- Yeah. Bennett Road.
- Send it to everyone, and alert SWAT and PD.
We need to get to Falls Church, now.
Let's go get her.
[sighs loudly]
- Noah?
Ruthie.
[dark music]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- You don't want to do this!
- Upstairs.
- You want to hurt me?
Come on!
You don't want to do this!
- [whispering] Hey, Ruthie.
- Put it down. - Is Noah in there?
- Yeah. - Okay.
- Look at me.
Noah! I am not the bad guy here.
- [whispering] Take her downstairs.
- Put that down!
- I got you, Ruthie. Just keep breathing, okay?
Come on. Nice and slow.
- Stop, Noah, you don't have to do this, please!
Stop, Noah-- - FBI!
Drop your weapon! - He admitted it.
He admitted everything.
He molested Ruthie.
When she threatened to talk, he drugged me with my own oxy
and put me in her bed.
He used me as a scapegoat.
Because what did my life matter, anyway?
And what did Ruthie's?
I'm gonna make sure
he never hurts another little girl again.
- Please, I'm sorry.
I said-I said I'm sorry. Please.
- Is that the whisper you used when you molested Ruthie?
Is that what you're gonna do to your new daughter
when she's grown up?
- No! - Oh, no.
Probably going to have to wait until she
gets out of diapers, right?
Right?
- Hey, Noah.
Listen to me.
Your whole life, you've been in--
- No! Don't psychoanalyze me!
I was telling the truth
when I said I passed out that night.
He's the one who snuck into Ruthie's room and hurt her,
not me.
- Yeah, and he hurt you too, Noah.
- [grunts]
- Didn't he?
And you're right. I'm not a psychiatrist, okay?
I'm just a human being who knows
that you didn't hurt Ruthie.
And you probably didn't mean to hurt anybody else.
You just wanted the truth, right?
And now you have it, okay?
We all know.
Hey, Noah. Please look at me.
Noah, look at me.
You are just as much a victim in this as your sister is.
So please don't make this worse.
Show us who you are.
Let him go.
[whispering] Let him go.
- [sobbing]
[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
[weeping]
- Oh, thank God.
Thank God, thank God.
- Hands behind your back.
- Where you're going, what you did--
you're going to wish he killed you.
- [sobbing]
[door opens]
- Hey.
How was your day?
- Fine.
- Pictures from the party?
- I didn't go, Mom.
- Yeah, I know you didn't.
Thank you.
You wanna put that down for a second?
I wanna talk to you.
- What happened to your head?
- Mm.
Looks worse than it is. I'm fine.
- Happened at work?
Wait, I forgot.
We don't talk about that.
- There's a reason, Ingrid.
It's not because I'm trying to hide anything
or because I don't trust you.
It's because I want to protect you.
- From what?
- I don't want you to worry about me.
- Mom, I--
I know what your job is,
and I know that it's dangerous.
I'm...
I'm really proud of what you do.
- Thanks, kid.
- Can you at least promise me one thing?
- [clears throat]
I can.
- If you're ever not okay, you'll tell me.
- I will.
- Because you can't protect me forever, you know.
- I don't know about that.
Don't count on it.
- I'm serious.
In six months, I will be in college.
Drinking beer, doing drugs.
- Ugh. - Having sex.
I might even fall in love.
- Well, that is usually the order of things.
- Did you just make a joke?
- I think I did.
- How hard did you get hit in the head?
- Really hard, because I'm thinking about cooking dinner.
- Oh, no.
- Bad idea. Just kidding.
Pizza, Thai, or Chinese?
- Chinese.
- Yeah, I knew you were gonna say Chinese.
- Mmm.
Ooh, that one's really good.
- I love that one. - Mm-hmm.
[soft, somber music]
[wolf howls]