"Hi, Lia." "You want me to read you a story?" "Once upon a time on the edge of a great forest, there lived a woodcutter and his wife." "They were poor and had barely enough to live on, but they loved each other and they loved their two children, Hansel and Gretel." "It was a time of famine in the forest, and the woodcutter and his wife could hardly find food to fill their own bellies." "Let alone their two children." "They didn't know what to do." "In the end the woodcutter said," ""we'll have to take the children into the woods," ""and leave them to fend for themselves."" "While his wife was still sleeping the next morning, he took the children out with him when he went to chop wood." "He said, "Sit and sleep under this tree while I get to work." ""I'll wake you when it's time to go home."" "But when they awoke it was dark, and there was no sign of their father." "They were alone in the big, dark forest, all alone." "Now Hansel and Gretel were very scared." "They ran through the woods, but everywhere they'd see the wild animals were waking." "Then they saw ahead of them a wonderful house that looked like a giant tree, but inside there lived a wicked witch who killed children and ate them." "And when the children came closer the tree began to move." "Scotty, you better practice that Nintendo, because when I get home I'm gonna win." " No way!" " Yeah!" "I'll beat you, no way, no no no!" "Hello, little beauty, you little beauty!" "Bye, baby!" "Bye, Diana." "We'll see you Sunday night." "Honey, you're gonna love this." "I forgot my glasses." "Alan!" "Alan!" "Alan!" "The blood of the child is pure now." "In death it gives you life." "The cycle is complete." "Begin another." "George, call on Line 27 please, George." " You expecting snow?" " Oh!" " Phil Sterling, right?" " Yeah." " Ralph Hess." " Good to meet you." "Welcome to the belly of the beast." "Call Mr. Zeller when you can, Pamela, Mr. Zeller." "I'll look at those lists this afternoon, okay?" "Vince, Line 17, Vince." "Gail, say hello to Phil Sterling." "Hello." " How was the flight?" " Terrific." " First time in LA?" " Yeah." "This is terrific." "Great face." "Nancy Roman, you have a call on Line 18." "These are all good." "It's unusual to see a public service campaign with a sense of humor and irreverence." "Thank you." "We're doin' a lot of public service, and there's no reason why it shouldn't look just as good as the rest of our stuff, you know?" "I understand." "Well, at the agency in Chicago, it was a hands-on thing for you." "It's a little different out here." "We have media planners, marketing consultants, creative directors." "Is that gonna be a problem?" "I'm happy where I am." "I built a reputation in Chicago, and we love living there." "Do you want the job?" "Yes." "Charming." "I can fix that." "Can we afford this?" "We can rent it for six months." "'Til we find something." "It has potential." "Potential?" "We're comin' from a two bedroom apartment on the west side of Chicago." "It's a Ned Runcie house, did you know that?" " Runcie?" " Yeah, the architect." "You know that room up there by the kitchen?" "Yeah." "It's gonna make a beautiful den." "Really?" "You don't just wanna have a guest bedroom?" "I don't want any guests." "Who do we know anyway?" "What, do we think people are gonna pop in from Chicago?" "Oh, I don't know, you never know, somebody might arrive unexpectedly." "One of your relatives?" "Yeah, a relative, you could say." "Only not to visit, maybe permanently." "Your mother?" "No, not my mother." "Smaller than my mother, smaller." "Oh, God, smaller than your mother." "A rat." "A mouse, an ant, a germ." "That's close." "Try sperm and you're warm." "Jesus." "Hello?" " Hi." " Hi." "I'm just twin' to fix your door here." "I really meant to do this before you moved in, but..." "I'm Ned Runcie." "Honey, come meet the man who designed this house!" "Oh." "Yeah." "Hi, Ned Runcie." "How you doin'?" "Hi, yeah." "You've built, what, 20 houses in the canyon?" "Eh. 25." "Who's countin'?" " God, that's amazing." " Can I get you some coffee?" "No, no thanks." "God." "I'm gonna have some." "Look what they did to my floor." "Look at this!" "Yeah, I was wondering about that." "What'd they do, have bike races in here or something?" "God, you know, look, I can have somebody come in here and polish this up, and sand it up for you, okay?" "No, that's okay, you don't have to..." "No, really, come on." "I wanna..." "I cannot tell you how happy I am to meet you." "I'm an interior designer myself." "Oh yeah?" "Do you know his homes have been in Architectural Digest, Phil?" "Yeah." "This one." "This one was in Architectural Digest." " Really?" " Really?" "Yes, before they started having bike races in the dining room." "Anyway, I just came by to say hello." "I'm not gonna bother you." "I live right up the street if you need anything." "I'm on Astral Drive, it's kind of a funny house with a big chimney..." "Oh, I think I know that house." "Skylights, yeah." "Yeah, that, yeah." "What the hell?" "I think we just had a five." "Hey, look at this." "Not a crack." "I'm never gonna be human looking again, you know?" "I love you." "Roseanne Barr." "Harder now, harder, Kate, give it all you got!" "Come on, come on, here comes the head!" "Okay!" "Just breathe, just breathe!" "Okay, push." "Come on!" "Push, push, push!" "Okay, the head is out!" "It's a boy!" "It's a boy!" "He looks great!" "He looks real good!" "He's beautiful." "I'll let you see him in just a minute." "Okay, he looks real good, we just gotta suction him out here, okay?" "Hi there." "Honey, he's so pretty." "Think we can just about make it." "With both of us working, huh?" "Yeah, why?" "You havin' second thoughts?" "No, I want to work, I just want to do what's right for Jake." "Hey." "Your folks worked." "Mine did." "It's normal." "It's good for him to grow up knowing' he's gotta work." "Isn't that right, Jake?" "I agree, guzzle toes." "And I want to keep my decorator's license, you know?" "But I'm just having such a good time doing this," "I just don't wanna miss out on anything." "Well, do this for two years." "Then we'll be solid enough, you can do what you want." "Okay." "Well, I've looked up some child care agencies." "I think we oughta try this one, Guardian Angel." "It's in Santa Monica." "It's your turn." "It was my turn last time." "No, you slept through my turn." "Let's both sleep through my turn." "Go!" "You know sleep deprivation is a well-known form of torture?" "Hey, Jakey." "Hey, buddy." "Open up, come on." "Yeah." "I work Mrs. Honez," "Herman Oaks, three years." "I work Mr. and Mrs. Hansen, four years in Longa Bee." " Longa Bee?" " Longa Bee." " Oh, Long Beach!" " Ah, si, si!" "I suppose you'll want to breastfeed, don't you, Kate?" "For the first six months." " Yeah." " Hmm." "Six months?" "Dr. Klein said that four months would be plenty." "Well, of course there are differing opinions these days." "Well, actually, I've been having some difficulty, it's too watery or something." "You like television, Mrs. Horniman?" "Oh yes, I love the comedies." "Family Ties, The Golden Girls." "And the good, heartwarming stuff." "See, I've only looked after one baby, you know, it's not the kinda thing that I wanna do for the rest of my life or anything." "Well, actually, Ms. Russell, we were really only thinking about the next four or five years." "Ms. Russell?" "Please, call me Arlene." "Okay" "You see, what I wanna do is I wanna teach Phys Ed." "I'm taking evening classes over at Claremont College, so we would definitely have to work out some kind of schedule." "We can do that." "I just can't get over a baby learning to swim at one month, put this little thing in water?" "Yeah, that's the time you start 'em." "See, kids are natural swimmers, they haven't learned to be frightened of things like water yet." "I mean, the world's moving so fast, and..." "Well, I think children need interaction with other children, don't you?" "Yeah, I do, actually." "Um, do you have a steady boyfriend?" "Nobody I've met so far quite makes the grade." "These references?" "Oh, yes." "Is there anything you'd like to ask us, Miss...?" "Grandier." "Yes, how old is your son?" "He'll be two weeks this Thursday." " Oh, October's child!" " Yep." " Libra." " Right." "Is it possible to see him?" ":" "Sweetheart?" "You awake?" "There's somebody here to see you." "Yeah, you have a visitor." "He's beautiful." "What's his name?" "Jake." "Hello, Jake." "Yes." "Such a dear boy." "Is he breastfeeding?" "No, I tried him in the first few days but he didn't like it." "My colostrum was too watery." "He seems happier on the formula." "The milk comes from deep inside you, it's supposed to be watery." "Water's what he needs most." "Especially in the first month." "And you know, there are antibodies in a mother's milk that no formula can duplicate." "So you think I should try again?" "Yeah." "It's really important." "Did you know that after four weeks, their little blood cells change?" "Yeah." "After four weeks they're not baby cells anymore." "They're just like ours." "She's very attractive." "Not bad." "Some might say too attractive." "Do I detect a note of jealousy?" "No, just a note of concern." "You tell me first." "No, you go first." "Write it down." "Okay" "Wait, wait, wait!" "Ready?" "Go." "Hi!" "Hello, Mrs. Sterling." "You can call me Kate." "Oh, thank you!" "Come in, Ms. Grandier." "Call me Camilla." "Hello, Jake." "I brought some friends to meet you." "This is Holt." "And this is Jamara." "And this..." "Is Pyewacket." "They're your friends, Jake." "They're your bestest friends." "National Public Radio for southern California," "I'm Dierdre O'Donohugh, and while everybody else is off dreaming I think I'll play something for us by an excellent group from Australia who call themselves The Triffids." "This is David Mccomb and his band from Perth with Wide Open Road." "What?" "Did you feel that, too?" "I don't think that was the big one, but it was big enough to really rattle things around here at KCRW." "The CD player lost its grip." "There's cassettes and disks all over the floor here." "Oh, I think my heart's down there, too!" "I do not like it when the Earth does things like that." "I'll tell you what." "While I check on where that one came from, and find out how big it was, and pick up all the mess here, let me play something for us by Roger Eno." "I think that should sort out our nerves." "This'll be from his most recent album called..." "It's raining, Jake!" "It's raining!" "Hello, Mr. Sterling." " Excuse me." " It's all right." "You feel that?" "Yeah, it was just another earthquake, wasn't it?" "I was, I couldn't sleep, and I came up to the baby's room and..." "It's okay." "I ran the bath and guess who woke up and decided it was playtime?" "You are so cheeky, aren't you?" "You are." "I think we're so lucky sometimes." "Jake's the lucky one." "Aren't you?" "To have a father like you." "I never knew my father." "And my mother died when I was... not much bigger than Jake." "I'm sorry." "Do you want to put him down now?" "I think he's about ready." "Good night, buddy." "Sweet dreams." "Don't let the bedbugs bite." "I love you." "Shh." "I've got some news on the earthquake for you." "Not too bad as far as these things go, considering that we're crazy enough to keep living on top of it all." "A 3.9 is the report I've got, and centered about 10 miles off the coast." "No major damages or injuries, just lots of jars off shelves and jangled nerves." "The usual for southern California." "If I hear anything else I'll let you know;" "otherwise, let's just keep sliding' through the night together on KCRW with a piece by the Sydney-based group, Not Drowning Waving, from their album Claim." "Soon, Jake, soon." "It will be time to go to the sacred forest." "You'll have mother's milk today." "You missed it, didn't you?" "Yeah." "Hey, sweetheart." "What's happenin'?" "Is that your purse over there?" "What's your name, little guy?" "What's the matter?" "Cat got your tongue?" "Hey, is that little guy yours?" "Yes." "You know you shouldn't be out here so late." "It gets weird out here." "Would you like us to walk you home?" " No, thank you." " Why not?" "Keep away." "I warn you." "Ooh!" "You warn me?" "You don't fuckin' warn me." "Bitch." "I... warn..." "YOU." "Hey, where you gain'?" "Hey!" "Come on back!" "Where the fuck did she go?" "I need a fuckin' beer." "Oh, shit." "Fuckin' bitch." "I think she came this way." "What do you think?" "You ever been out here before?" "No." "The fuck?" "Fuck." "We're gonna have some fun!" "Aren't we?" "You and me." "Right?" "Ooh!" "Well, how you doin' there, big boy?" "You wanna come out and play?" "Leave him alone!" "Look at this." "See, see this?" "You like this?" "Cut the bitch!" "Hmm?" "What's this?" "Mmm, oh!" "Pretty!" "What the hell is that?" "Look out!" "Hi, I'm Gail." " Good to see you." " It's a great place, man." "Hello." "Do come in." "Hi." "Anyway, they've bought us on this 75 second commercial, and we said, "Look, we're telling a story in this ad."" "It's the most successful campaign." "You can't believe the product now." "That is..." "It was good." "But getting back to the one we did..." "Tell the story, it's funny, it has a beginning, middle, and end." "Sex, violence." "So that's your best commercial, what's your second best commercial?" "I'm not saying it's the best!" "When I was a little kid, I'm like 13 years old, right?" "And my parents made the mistake of leaving me in the house all alone for a weekend." "That was a big mistake." "Yes." "When they came back, I had completely, totally, rebuilt the living room." "Stop!" "I did!" "I put in skylights, this is the truth, and a little bathroom with terracotta tiles..." "You were 13?" "I took a clay and a half." "Where'd you get the money?" "What'd they say?" "They loved it, they hired me to do the garage." "Why didn't you just ask their permission?" "Would you let a 13-year-old rebuild your house?" "What is the story with that woman?" "I mean, she cooks, she cleans, she takes care of the baby." "What else does she do?" "Shopping" "It's unbelievable." "Where's she from?" "She's from England." "London." "She used to work at Orman Street Hospital for sick children." "HEY, how'd you guys find her?" "Well, that's the really strange thing, we had originally liked this other girl better." "She wasn't your first choice?" "I wanna see the first choice, I want her phone number." "I'm serious!" "You okay?" "Hey." "Somethin' wrong?" "No, nothing." "I'm fine." "It was an accident." " Let me see that." " No, please." " Do you have a doctor?" " Yes." "Who?" "Who you seein'?" "Oh, I have an appointment tomorrow." "Where?" "In Westwood." "How you gonna get down there?" "Oh, uh..." "You know, I could take you, if you..." "Oh, no, thanks." "Really, it's all right." " You sure?" " You're very kind." "Yes, thank you." "Okay" "Look what I got!" "Oh God, look at that!" "Aw, look at him!" " Aw, he's so..." " Unbelievable!" "You guys did this?" " He's great, isn't he?" " Can I hold him?" "Yeah, sure." "Looks like Winston Churchill." "He doesn't smoke cigars yet." "What a sweetie!" "What, did you want to hold him, Ralph?" "Huh?" "Camilla." "They ever give you a night off around here?" "Yes, every Tuesday." " Tomorrow?" " Mm-hm." "Hey, I've got a house gain' up around the corner." "On Sultari." "It's pretty interesting, really." "It's a lot different from this one." "You could come by, check it out." "Uh, no, I don't think so, thank you." "Well, maybe when you're feelin' better." " Okay." " Okay, great." " I'll see you." " Thank you." "Okay, bye!" "Great meeting you!" "And you have a beautiful baby!" " Thank you!" " You're so lucky!" " Thank you!" " Bye!" "Come on, sweetheart." "Go to sleep for Daddy, come on." "Come on, Jakey." "Go to sleep, baby, come on." "Yeah, go to sleep for Daddy." "What is it, honey?" "Nothing." "Morning." "How's Jake?" "Slept like a log." "How 'bout you?" "Would you like some breakfast?" "Just a coffee." "Black." "Please." "Aw, hey, don't work too hard today, okay?" "Have a good day, Jake." "Have a nice day, Mr. Sterling." "Thanks." "Can you feel it, Jake?" "In a few days your blood is pure." "All right, let's go see Camilla, okay?" "Hey." "Hi." "You look good." "Thank you." "I started breastfeeding today." "How'd it go?" "It went well." "He loved it and it felt great." "Will you zip me up?" "What's with the bandage?" "Oh, it's just that cyst I was telling you about." " Yeah?" " Thanks." "So where you going?" "Down to Melrose, to look at some shops." "Meeting someone?" "No, just me." "I'm jealous." "I miss girls' night out." "There were a bunch of crazy art school girls in Chicago." "That's how I met Phil, actually." "In a pizza parlor." "They dared me to ask him if he was a virgin." "Was he?" "Actually, he's never said to this day." "So how're you gonna get there?" "I'm gonna walk." "Oh, don't walk, let me give you a ride, you realize how far that is?" "Yeah, it's okay, I love walking." "Anyway, it'll do me good." "So now remember, burp him after each breast, and if it gets sore, his formula's on the kitchen table, okay?" "Okay" "Night-night." "Bye!" " You be good." " He'll miss you." "Aw, I'll miss him." "Night!" " Ned!" " Hi, Kate." " Hi!" " How you doin'?" " Fine." "Come on in." " Thanks." "Oh, dropped the duck." "How's my favorite kid?" "He's fine, he's sleeping in the living room, you wanna see him?" "Actually, is Camilla around?" "No, she's not, was she expecting you?" "No, well, we didn't have formal plans, but I heard about this band at work, and I thought maybe she'd want to go check 'em out." "I was gonna take her down to her doctor first." "The doctor?" "Yeah, she had somethin' wrong with her side." "Uh, she never said anything about the doctor." "Actually, she said she was gonna go window shopping." "She just left." "You could probably..." " No." " ...catch her." "Here, why don't you take these?" "No, come on, she just left!" "You could probably catch her" "Forget it, I'm a little late..." "Ned, come on." "Late for what?" "Late for Camilla, go after her!" "Camilla!" "Camilla!" "Yes!" "Okay, um, my name is Runcie." "I'm at 1201 Astral Drive." "Right." "I want to report a..." "Runcie." "Yes, R-U-N-C..." "Look, just listen to me, please." "Okay, um..." "There's coyotes in my yard." "Yeah." "No, no, no, I'm sure." "Mm-hm." "What?" "No, don't tell me it's impossible." "Look, they're right outside my fuckin' house, okay?" "Okay, they don't come down until they're hungry, that's fine, they're hungry, all right!" "?" "They're hungry, they're here, all right!" "?" "Yeah." "No, no, listen, please." "Send somebody, okay?" "Uh-huh." "Astral..." "Hello?" "Hello!" "Fuck!" "Fuck." "Hi, we're not home right now, so leave a message after the tone and we'll call you back." "Thanks!" "Bye." "Phil, listen to me." "I saw something tonight." "I can't believe what I just saw." "Camilla..." "You gotta believe me!" "Don't let that woman back in your house!" "Don't let that woman back in..." "Shit." "Fuck!" "Jesus!" "You shouldn't have followed me." "You come down here, I'll blow you away." "Mr. Sterling, we don't know each other, but my name is Molly Sheridan." "I got your number from the Guardian Angel agency." "I hope I'm not inconveniencing you but..." "I need to talk to you." "It's very important." "Will you please call me?" "My number's 805-295-8170." "Phil, listen to me." "I saw something tonight." "Mr. Sterling?" "Would you come and look at Jake?" "Something wrong?" "I'm not sure." "What is it?" "Well, I think he looks a bit pale, don't you?" "Oh, yeah." "Yeah." "How you doin', Jakey?" "How you feelin'?" "I got worried about him when I came in this morning." "He's usually awake, and he wasn't." "I don't know, what do you think?" "Maybe he just needs some fresh air." "Do me a favor, call Dr. Klein." "Oh, I don't think it's that serious, really." "Let's not guess." "Call Dr. Klein." "Yes?" "Mrs. Sheridan?" "I'm Phil Sterling." "Oh." "Please come in." "This is my son Scott." "Hello, Scott." "Hi." "Do you know a woman called Diana Julian?" "I'm sorry, I don't." "It's not her name anyway;" "she always uses different names." "But it is possible you know her." "Why do you think so?" "You know the Guardian Angel agency?" "Yes." "The person that takes care of your child is from there?" "That's right." "The person that took care of Lia." "Diana Julian, she called herself, was recommended by Guardian Angel, or so we thought." "She worked for us just under a month." "We loved her." "We trusted her, and she took Lia away." "Now the police can't find her." "All her references, fake." "All the addresses she left us, fake." "We didn't find out 'til it was too late." "I wanna help you, Mrs. Sheridan, but I'm not..." "Don't you see, the police are doing everything they can but they think Lia is dead." "If I thought that, I couldn't go on." "So I'm doing whatever I can." "I hired a private detective who got the client list from Guardian Angel." "I thought maybe somebody else had this woman in their house." "I see." "I called everyone on the list I could find." "People have been very cooperative." "Apparently it's happened before." "I am sure it's her." "You have a young child, don't you?" "A little boy?" "Yes, but..." "This is all too hard for me to accept, I can't..." "Who takes care of it?" "I understand how you feel, but..." "No, you don't." "I hope you never do." "I hope you never have to wake up and find out your worst nightmare is real." "Do you have a picture of Ms. Julian?" "No." "What does she look like?" "She's about 27." "My height, thin, grey eyes, fair skin, attractive." "She has an accent." "What kind of accent?" "I'm not sure." "European, I think, maybe English." "What color hair?" "Dark brown, almost red." "The girl who works for us has light-colored hair." "She's been..." "She has something on her stomach." "What?" "Like a mark or something." "Here, on her stomach." "You know her, don't you?" "It's not possible." "Is it Diana?" "It can't be." "Will you let me see her?" "She could've changed her appearance, but..." "I'll have to talk to her first." "No, no, it's not Camilla." "Camilla?" "Why won't you let me see her?" "I will, but you're gonna have to..." "Do you know where Lia is?" "No, Scott." "I don't." "What's this?" "Diana gave it to me." "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to arrange for me to see her, without her knowing it." "If it is her, she'll panic, and she's dangerous." "I don't believe it's Camilla." "Our baby's fine." "She takes wonderful care of him, as though he were hers." "That's how we felt." "How old is your son?" "Four weeks." "That was Lia's age." "Last time I saw her." "Camilla?" "Camilla?" "Oh, shit." "Camilla?" "Phil." "Listen to me." "I saw something tonight." "I can't believe what I just saw." "Camilla..." "You gotta believe me!" "Phil." "Listen to me." "I saw something tonight." "I can't believe what I just saw." "Camilla..." "You gotta believe me!" "Don't let that woman back in your house!" "Ned?" "Ned!" "You know you left your door wide open?" "Ned?" "Ned!" "It's time, Jake." "Don't be afraid." "Where the hell have you been?" "Mr. Sterling." "Where have you been?" "We spent the morning at the zoo, and then we had to wait for a bus." "Did Dr. Klein see him?" "No, I didn't think it was necessary." "I told you I wanted Dr. Klein to see him!" "He's perfectly fine." "He had a lovely time, actually." "Sure he had a lovely time, babies always have a lovely time, he has a lovely time lying' on the rug!" "Will you please stop shouting?" "What's going on here?" "I told Kate I didn't think he needed a doctor." "That's right, she did." "What's the matter?" "Phil, listen to me." "I saw something tonight." "I can't believe what I just saw." "Camilla..." "What does that mean?" "You gotta believe me!" "What's he talking about?" "I don't know." "Listen to his voice." "He's scared to death." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "I want you out of my house." "Phil!" "I have to see to Jake." "What's going on?" "Take your hands off my son!" "Stop!" "Don't touch him like that!" "Just take him to bed." "You know who I saw today, Camilla?" "Molly Sheridan." "You know Molly Sheridan, don't you?" "No." "You took care of the Sheridan children, didn't you?" "You took care of Lia Sheridan, didn't you?" "No." "Phil, what is this?" "She took the Sheridan baby..." "How dare you!" "I made some calls today." "Calls I should've made a long time ago, but thank God I made 'em today!" "The first was to a Harold Freeman, of Madison, Wisconsin." "How is Mr. Freeman?" "I don't know how he is!" "But he's not in Madison, Wisconsin!" "People at this number never heard of Harold Freeman!" "I remember getting a letter from Mrs. Freeman." "They moved." "To Oak Park, Michigan." "To be nearer Mrs. Freeman's mother." "Oh, you've got the letter?" "Yes, I may have!" "What about Dr. Miller in Athens, Ohio?" "The number doesn't exist!" "Well, Dr. Miller must have changed his telephone system." "The operator said this number never existed!" "But every single number I call, nobody's heard of you!" "I talked to the employment agency, Guardian Angel." "They said yes, they have a Camilla Grandier registered with them, but no, she wasn't recommended for this job!" "Why are you doing this?" "Let her do the talking!" "What do you say, Camilla?" "Or is it Diana?" "Diana Julian?" "It's true, I wasn't recommended by the agency." "Who are you?" "Name me one person who can confirm who you are!" "Besides Molly Sheridan!" "I heard about the job through a very dear, close friend of mine." "Who?" "She persuaded me to come along, she got my resume to you!" "Give me her name!" "Give me her number!" "She's a very good friend of mine, she was very kind to me!" "What was her name?" "Arlene Russell." "That's a lie like everything else you told us!" "Hey, I want you to come to Molly Sheridan's house." "I most certainly will not!" "Oh, no, of course you won't!" "I'm not staying in this house a minute longer." "Good, 'cause I don't want you here!" "Stop it!" "Diana Julian, or whatever the hell your name is, you're fired!" "Get out of my house." "Get rid of all this stuff!" "Something's wrong with him." "Phil, something's wrong." "How long has he been like this?" "About three hours." "He hasn't opened his eyes at all." "Is his breathing normal?" " Oh yes, fine." " Oh, thank God." "Has he eaten anything?" "I think he last ate around lunchtime today or something." "Why won't he wake up?" "Several possibilities." "One would be meningitis." "What's that?" "Inflammation of the lining of the brain." "Which could be why he's not responding to stimuli." "How long can he stay like this?" "Oh, not longer than 24 hours, but that's..." "That's what?" "But then what?" "After 24 hours, what?" "Have you started him on the new formula?" "I started breastfeeding him again." "I see." "You didn't tell me." "You don't think that that's what..." "No, no." "We"III" "We could run some tests with Kate, but that's so remote." "I'm gonna check his glucose level." "Just to rule out hypoglycemia." "Then we can start looking into neurological possibilities." "Oh, God." "Please hear me." "Just make my baby better." "Please." "Please help me." "Jake?" "He's okay." "God." "I'll find Dr. Klein." "Oh, thank you, God." "Camilla, what are you doing here?" "I couldn't leave without little Jake." "He needs me." "And I need him." "Don't be afraid." "He's not going to..." "He doesn't need you, just stay away from him!" "See?" "He's not..." "The doctor's coming, Camilla!" "He'll have eternal life through me." "Don't!" "Isn't that beautiful?" "Just leave him alone, stop it!" "Camilla, don't!" "What are you doing, don't move him?" "Phil!" "You take your hands off my baby." "Oh God, hang on!" "Take him." "Do you have him?" "Yeah." "Oh!" "Oh my God." "Get behind the fence!" "Get behind the fence!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "It's the baby, they just want the baby!" "I'll meet you at the entrance to the woods!" "Phil, Phil!" "Oh, honey!" "Phil!" "Look out!" "Damn you!" "You able to get some sleep?" "No, not much." "Sorry, the spare office is the only one with the couch." "It was fine." "How's the little guy?" "He's better, he had some breakfast." "I have a son." "Two years old." "Yeah?" "Okay, let's start at the beginning." "The Guardian Angel agency had a woman named Grandier, but they never sent her to you." "She moved back to New Orleans a few months ago." "We knew that." "You say your lady was British?" "Well, that's what she said." "We have no record of her at immigration." "I told you, her ID was fake." "Her references were fake." "We went back to the woods behind your house." "I had it photographed from top to bottom." "You saw the tree?" " Mmm-hm." " The babies?" "You mean the carvings?" "They're not carvings, that's, that's where she took the babies!" "She takes them..." "Mr. Sterling, we didn't find her body." "What?" "Jeep tracks everywhere, like you said, but..." "Of course there were Jeep tracks!" "I hit her with the Jeep, I ran her over," "I hit her full force, I mean..." "The Jeep must have been going 50 miles an hour!" "I know, that's..." "I killed her!" "She was dead!" "I saw her." "She's dead." "Did you feel her pulse?" "No, I didn't feel her pulse, I'm telling you..." "I know what you're telling me, Mr. Sterling, you also told me she was flying at you through the trees." " I know how that sounds." " You do?" "It's the truth." "You seem like decent people." "But what you're saying makes no sense." "I know you've had a terrible experience, not sure just what, but it's obvious..." "We're not making this up." "I don't know what I can do to help." "There is no body, no crime." "Your son is okay, thank God." "But there's no evidence that the woman you describe ever existed." "I suggest you go to a hotel." "I can send a man with you." "Get some rest, and then, if you want, you can talk to the psychologist." "That's all right." "Thank you." "You've been really helpful." "What are your plans?" "Go back to the house, pack our things." "Get the hell out of here." "Then what?" "Daddy'll be home soon, honey." "Then we're going." "Shh." "Shh." "Really?" "Really, is that so?" "You're kidding!" "It's okay." "It's okay, honey." "It's okay." "Shh." "It's okay." "It's okay." " I need the child." " No!" "Before the blood changes!" "No!" "It's okay, honey." "You're safe now."