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Take her away. - No. No, no.

This one. Look at me.

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

The sandwich all right?

This committee has now heard all of the testimony,

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

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

You've given this a lot of thought.

We should go, ma'am.

What's the matter?

Mrs. Collins. I'm Leanne Clay.

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

We're here for the exact same reasons.

Please, don't struggle. - What?

you got no business walking the streets of Los Angeles.

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

See, I did my penance,

The LAPD made a mistake,

The boy, Walter Collins,

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

We need him for questioning.

Good night. - Good night.

Because once civil disobedience starts...

I live at 210 Avenue 23.

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

Stop. Stop it. Stop it.

Hold on a second.

Thanks for your help.

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

They can't catch all of us.

Can I see her now?

Never had the chance to fight for them.

What are you doing here?

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

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

The Desert Local, train number 45,

Oh, no, not for years.

What are you doing? - Hold still.

Answer me. - Or what?

It's a deal, Christine. See you.

and I won't be forgiven again.

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

You know, just dump it. - All right.

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

My cousin is Gordon Northcott.

What'd he make you do?

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

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

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

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

I couldn't file a report for 24 hours,

My room. My room. My room.

I want to make it real clear...

Come on, Mrs. Collins.

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

Go ahead, please.

Thank you very much.

Do you know who I am?

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

Yeah, I got in a couple of days ago,

I kept clean after I confessed, Reverend,

No wonder he's submerged the memory.

I just wanna go home.

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

My son is missing.

until October 2, 1930.

You can stop now. It's over.

and asked me to drop in on him...

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

I'm out of time here,

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

Is there anybody here representing the police?

It was because of her...

I'm afraid it never gets any easier.

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

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

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

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

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

because I am all he has.

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

He was not my son.

Afraid to come home and identify himself,

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

Gordon Stewart Northcott,

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

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

Technicalities aside.

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

he was inches taller than you are now.

and the hurt you're causing.

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

She was shocked at first.

I believe he is waiting, ma'am.

It's a lot worse.

Hey, sport. - Hey, Mom.

And now... And now what?

Mrs. Collins, I'm so sorry.

until her senses can be restored.

This is my husband, John. - Hi.

Or maybe you have, is that it?

but I think a few phone calls are in order.

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