"It's an invitation to listen, even more so... than if I wasn't..." "Hey." "Somebody's gonna get a whuppin'." "Shut up." " Has Berman been over here?" " No." "You're still gonna get a whuppin'." "Not if he didn't see me." "He saw you, Paul." "I saw him see you." "Just because you don't want a thing to be true, doesn't mean it's not." "Could you stop bothering me Paul?" "I've got calls to make, magazines to sell." " So how was lunch?" " Uh, good, good." "Yeah, I bet." "I'd like a two-hour lunch myself." "Yeah, sorry." "I lost track of time." "Really?" "What a surprise." "You can make it up at the end of the day." "OK." "Don't do the crime if you haven't got the time." "Now don't you have quotas to meet?" "Dink." "Johnson, I forgot something." "I've got changes to the script." "After the first refusal..." "Jesus Christ, Johnson." "You gotta be kidding me." "What world do you live in that this is OK?" "You take a freaking two-hour lunch... and now you're painting at your desk?" "God Almighty." "You creative types drive me crazy, you think just because... you're an artist or something that you don't have to... act like normal people- Let me tell you something." "There's something called responsibility... and it's a two-handed shovel... and I can't chop down the tree by myself." "You understand." "Hey, hey, are you even listening to me?" "Uh, sorry." "I don't want to hear it." "You don't think, Johnson." "Look, just go home." " I don't need to..." " Just go home." " I..." " There is no "I"... in "Walker Telemarketing," Johnson." " Actually..." " Shut up." "Just go home, and come back tomorrow when you're ready to work." "Got it." "Ready to work." "It's finished." "Oh!" " You're early." " Yeah." " What happened?" " What's for dinner?" "Hey, no." "What's that?" "It's Morgan." "Paul, that's beautiful." " Yeah." "Where is he?" "He's in his room playing." "By himself?" "What kind of mother are you?" "What happened at work today?" "Hey, little monkey." "Whatcha doin'?" "Are you my little monkey?" "Look what I made you." "Yeah, it's a painting." " Painting." " Yeah." "For Morgan." "Morgan." "Morgan, the monkey." "Jump, jump, jump." "Jump, jump, jump." "Jump, jump, jump." "Quit jumping on the bed, you two!" "You're early." "What is going on?" "Where's my boy?" "He's in the bedroom, playing with his Godfather." "Hey, Morgan." "Hey, Uncle Paul." "Hey, Jim." "Can you say "Hi, Daddy."" "Wow, the whole family's home early." "What do you say we get out of here?" "OK." "You haven't told him yet, have you?" "I just don't know what he's going to do." " I'm not telling him." " I'll tell him." "Just be gentle, okay?" "He's not a plum, Sarah." "I'm not gonna bruise him." "OK." "I'll tell him." "You tell him." "Tell me what?" "Well, um... we've got some good news." "Yeah?" "I, um, I got a new job." "Oh yeah?" "Congratulations." "Thanks." "I'm really excited." "But the not so good news is it's... in Japan." "And we're leaving next week." "I wanted to tell you sooner, but it was just so crazy... and I didn't want you to freak out." "It's..." "And the littlest monkey left his tribe... and set out to find his place in the world." "First he came to a tree filled with beautiful cockatiels." ""Henry, Henry," he called, "Is any of you my friend Henry?"" "With shoes on." "Yeah, the monkey had shoes on." ""Quiet," says the cockatiels, "We're sleeping."" ""Is any of you my friend Henry?"" "the littlest monkey asked again." ""No, there's no Henry here," said the cockatiels, not very nicely." ""Now leave us alone."" "And suddenly the cockatiels weren't very beautiful any more." "The littlest monkey kept walking." "Are you tired little buddy?" "You need to go night-night?" "Come here, come here you." "Are you ready for bed?" "Are you ready for bed, mister?" "Okay, come on." "OK, well uh..." "Morgan's asleep so..." "I'm going to head home." "Okay." "You OK?" "Yeah." "I'll talk to you tomorrow." "Night sweetie." "OK." " Thank you." " Uh-huh." "OK..." "I'm gonna head home." "Wait, no, don't go." "Well uh, I'm tired." "Just wait one second." "I have something for you." "Sit." " What's this?" " Just open it." " What is it?" " Open it." "That is hilarious." "I thought you'd like it." "He looks like one of the Village People." "There's a picture of me, just like this... except I'm a construction worker." "Nice." "I can't wait to show this to my mom, she loves the Village People." "She does?" "That's weird." "Yeah, well, she's a weird lady." "Anyway, thanks for this." "For his Uncle Paul." " I'm not really his uncle." " You might as well be." "Yeah, I guess." "Listen, I want to apologize for not telling you sooner." "I just didn't know how you were gonna..." "Look, I know it's going really fast but we're leaving..." "Saturday morning at 10 am." "OK?" "OK." " Well, bye." " Bye." "Bye, Jim." "Bye, Morgan." "Come here, come here." "I got a hankering for biscuits, gravy... and a big old bowl of collard greens so..." "Taco Bell?" "OK." "Hello?" "Hello?" "I'm just kidding." "I'm not here." "Paul?" "Honey?" "I'm sure I don't need to do this, but I wanted to remind you that today's the day we're..." "God, it's even hard to say." "Well, I'll see you when you get here." "That's everything." "Where the hell is he?" "Hey... it's time to leave." "Uh, can I help you?" "Oh." "Hi." "I'm Paul..." "Morgan's godfather." "OK." "Are you babysitting?" "Oh, is he asleep?" "Sorry." "What's your name?" "Elise." "Who are you?" "Wow, Elise... got a boy over while you're babysitting." "We're not babysitting." "Am I not supposed to say that anymore?" "What, they don't like being called babies?" "Whatever." "Look, I don't want to wake him up, so just tell Morgan that his Uncle Paul stopped by... and that I love him." "OK." "Bye." "Bye." "Hey!" "Hey, what are you doing?" "Uh, nothing." "Look, you're gonna have to leave." "OK?" "Ok, um..." "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean to scare you." "Um, look, I made this for Morgan..." "It's OK, you don't have to give me anything." "No, I didn't want to scare you." "Please..." "I want you to have it." "It's beautiful." "Thanks." "I'm sorry... um, what's your name?" "Paul." "Elise." "It's nice to meet you." "You, too." "Look, Paul, um..." "I don't know what the Fabers told you or... or didn't tell you." "Um..." "They moved." "To Japan." "I'm so sorry if you didn't know." "Sorry." "You were smushing my boob." "Paul?" "Honey?" "I'm sure I don't need to do this, but I wanted to remind you that today's the day that we're..." "God, it's even hard to say... well, I'll just see you when you get here." "Hey, honey, I'm sorry we didn't get to say goodbye." "I guess you got the time confused, or maybe I didn't tell you the right time, I don't know." "We're at the airport now... off to Japan." "Can you believe it?" "I already miss you so much." "I'll call you soon to see how you're doing." "Morgan, want to say bye to Uncle Paul?" " Bye-bye." " OK." "Bye, sweetie." "We all love you." " OK." " Where's Johnson?" "I am not my brother's keeper." "And you can tell your friend, if he's not part of the solution, he's part of the problem, and you've got to cut loose all the dead branches, right?" "OK." " What does that mean, exactly?" " It means he's fired." "Tell him to come in and get his stuff." "Actually, tell him not to bother," "I'm going to keep all those paints for my kids." "Trash." "Trash." "For the kids." "Jesus Christ." "Walker Telemarketing." "May I help you?" "Russell?" "Hey, it's Sarah..." "Faber." "Oh, hey, hey." "How are ya?" "Good, good." "Listen, I'm a little concerned about Paul." "You and me both." "I haven't seen him for days." "You're kidding." "No." "I thought he was with you guys." "No." "No." "Did he not tell you we moved to Japan?" "What?" "We moved." "Last week." "You're kidding, right?" "No, I'm not." "He didn't say anything?" "Oh my God." "Yeah." "So Japan, huh?" "You do know all the people there are Japanese, right?" "Yeah, I feel so tall suddenly." "Listen, if you hear anything at all will you let me know?" "My phone number is 011-81-655426." "So then just, sayonara." "OK, bye." "Sayonara." "First of all, you need to lock your door... because this is a terrible neighborhood." "I'm sorry, Paul." "This sucks." "Yes, it totally sucks." "But you will get through this." "I know that Morgan was a huge part of your life, but he wasn't your life." "And you will see him again." "Sometimes." "And you've got your painting, you've got me, you've got your parents." "Well, I've got you." "My parents aren't that much help, really." "That's right, you've got me." "And it's just gonna take some time." "But you can't lay around here waiting on it." "You gotta get back in the world." "OK?" "C'mon, let's go do something." "What do you want to do?" "Well, go on." "Nah." "Go on." " I don't wanna." " Yes, you do." "I'm too embarrassed." "You're too embarrassed?" " I'm very shy." " You are not." "Now go on." "Get out there and play." "The kids are gonna think I'm weird." "You are weird Paul." "Now go on." "Want a push?" " Yeah." " Yeah?" " You wanna go high?" " Yeah." "Yeah?" "Whatcha doin'?" "Nufin'." "Nothin'?" "Not even one tiny little thing?" "Not even breathing?" "Nope." "Oh my goodness." "Somebody better get this guy an ambulance." "He's not breathing." "Hey somebody..." "Be-naah." "Be-naah." "You're not breathing either?" "Tyler, honey, go on." "If you want a ride just ask him." "All right?" "Say please." "Do you a..." "do you want a ride?" "Come on." "OK." "Thank you." "Hold on, 'cause we're going fast!" "It's so nice to see a man here, for a change." "I just love when dads get involved with their kids." "No kidding." "Did you hear about the Archer's au pair?" " No." " The agency sent a guy." "From France." "OK?" "Apparently his name was Camille... so they didn't know until he showed up." "Oh my God!" "What did they do?" "Well, they sent him back." "Thank God." "Who's wants to leave their children with some strange Frenchman?" "You want a fish?" "Hey." "Look, I'm really sorry about last week, but I, uh, I need my job back." "I promise it won't happen again." "No, it won't." "The not showing up thing definitely won't happen again." "No, it won't." "Because you don't work here anymore." "Oh, come on, Berman." " David." " David, sorry." " Give me another chance." " Look, Paul..." "If you don't tow the line, the other bird gets the worm." "Ok, um, well, what if I make it up to you." "It's too late, Johnson." "You blew it." "Besides, I don't need any freaks on the team." "How'd it go?" "No luck." "Yeah, I figured that." "Yeah." "The job sucks anyway." "Easy to say when you have one." "True." "Although I'm still hoping that Oprah picks me for her book club." "Hey." "It probably means I need to finish the book first." "Probably so." "Ah, it's OK." "I'll probably find a job that lets me paint more anyway." "Definitely." "Maybe you could find something... you really want to do." "Like what?" "I don't know." "What do you really like to do?" "Besides painting, I mean." "I don't know." "Get him!" "Get him!" "I mean, there's gotta be something." "Like what?" "Well, hello there precious." "Look at you." "Look at you." "You're so cute, I could just eat you up." "I could just eat you up." "Yes I could." "What's your name?" "Andrea." "A beautiful name for a beautiful baby." "Well, you have a great day, Andrea." "Ok?" "You have a great day." "Yes you should." "You should have a good day, that's what you should do." "Okay." " Hi." " Hi." " Can I help you?" " Yeah." "I was wondering if you had an application I could fill out?" " Excuse me?" " A job application?" "Uh, yes, I guess." "OK, thanks." "I'll just fill this out and get it back to you." "You do that." "He's so good with them." "I know it." "Thank God he's here." "If I had to push that merry-go-round one more time," "I'm going to vomit." "It's like he never gets tired." "I know." "How he does he do it?" "I mean, he must be like a stay-at-home dad." "Playground superman." "I wish Phil had the time to be like that." "Which one is his?" "Hmm..." "You know, I don't know." "No?" "Oh." "Is it that little blond boy there?" "No, that's Michael... he's Janie's." "Oh." "And that's Ruth's." " Yeah." " She's Kelly's." "Huh." "I hope he didn't lose him." "Me, too." "Well, I've got to go." "Lindsay's got a doctor's appointment." "Oh." "She's got some bumps on her whatsis." "Oh." "See you on Wednesday, Mag?" "OK." "Paul?" "Sorry." "Hi, I'm Maggie Butler." "Hi." "Paul Johnson." "I'm Tyler's mother." "You know, the little..." "Of course, of course." "He's such a sweet little boy." "Thank you." "So which one's your son?" "I don't have a son." "Oh." "Your daughter?" "Is she the..?" "No." "I'm gay." "I don't have any kids." "Oh." "That's fine." "So who do you bring to the park?" "Your niece, or nephew, or neighbor?" "I haven't been bringing anyone." "I see." "Well, the kids are waiting for me, so..." "Tyler!" "Tyler, honey, come here." "Dang it." "Tyler!" "At the same time." "All of them?" "Yeah." "It was like something out of The Twilight Zone." "Huh." "What?" "Well, honey, it hadn't really occurred to me, but you might wanna rethink the whole... hanging-around-the-playground thing." "It's a little Lolita, don't you think?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothin'." "It's just-people might get the wrong idea." "What idea?" "Look, I didn't come here to talk about this, anyway." "I want you to help me do up a, um, you know, a resume." "Alright, I can do that." "What's in it for me?" "What do you want?" "Don't ask." "Undying love?" "That'll do." "So, now?" "Sure, lunch is overrated anyway." "Just give me a second." "OK." "What's your objective?" "I don't know." "Um... to work with kids." "Paul..." "I know I said this before, but you gonna have to be real careful about this kind of thing." "It's just that people are weird when it comes to their kids." "What do you think I'm gonna do, Russell?" "Eat them?" "Of course not, Paul." "I didn't mean that." "It's just..." "Look, are you gonna help me with this or not?" "Hi." "Remember me?" "I certainly do." "Oh, good." "I thought I'd bring that back." "Thank you." "Okay." "Good." "Hello?" "Hi, it's me." "Oh, hi." "Don't sound so excited." "No, I just thought you might be calling about a job or something." "Oh." "Sorry." "Wanna go out and get drunk?" "No, I think I'm gonna call my folks, hit the sack." " How are your folks?" " They're good." "Dad's gonna retire from the pharmacy soon, and Mom's been taking Greek." "Greek?" "I thought you said she was taking cooking classes." "Greek cooking." "You didn't let me finish." "Well it's getting late." "I better call them so..." "Okay." "Talk to you tomorrow." "Okay." "Bye." "Bathroom is clean." "Tyler's asleep and... diaphragm in." "Um..." "Okay Phil, it's Wednesday..." "So tell me Dr. Baker, with reports of child abductions... reaching an all-time high, what are the most common... characteristics of a child molester that our viewers... should be on the look-out for?" "Pedophiles tend to share four major characteristics." "One, they are usually male, over 25 and often unmarried." "I'm gay, I don't have any kids." "Two, they are socially awkward with adults." "Three, they are skilled at relating to children." "And four, they tend to refer to children as "pure"," ""innocent," or "sweet"." "Such a sweet little boy." "Hello?" "Mr. Johnson?" "Mm-hmm..." "Hi, my name is Grant Sweet." "I manage the Toys for Boys 'n Girls at the mall..." "Yeah?" "And I do have an opening, but I should tell you..." "I think you may be overqualified..." "I need a stock boy." "Stock boy." "A boy who stocks." "I can do that." "We call this the jungle area." "That's the little princess area." "Those are hats." "We're not here to play, Paul." "This is a toy store." "Got it." "Right." "No playing." "Now remember it's "Toys for Boys 'n Girls"... not "and Girls."" " Boys 'n Girls?" " Boys 'n Girls." "Like boysenberry." "Boys 'n Girls." "Boys 'n Girls." "Oh, I've got to get Lindsay home;" "it's almost time for "Magic School Bus."" "Isn't she a little young for that?" "Oh, she doesn't watch it, I do." "Bye." "Can you say, "Paul"?" "Paul." "Can you say, "Uncle Paul"?" " No." " C'mon." "Uncle Paul, say "Uncle Paul"." "No." "She's not much of a talker." "Yeah?" "Not like me, I'm a chatterbox." " Oh yeah?" " Oh, yeah." "Squawk, squawk, squawk!" "Right, honey?" "Squawk, squawk, squawk!" "Squawk!" "Buk-buk-bgok!" "Squawk." "Coo." "Coo." "Coo." "Coo." "Coo." "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" "Gobble, gobble, gobble!" "Gobble, gobble, gobble!" "Polly wanna cracker?" "OK." "Come on, honey." "It's time to go." "We'll see you tomorrow." "Bye." "Paul can you save my toys?" "Sure." " OK." "Bye." " Bye." "Bye, honey, we'll see you tomorrow." "What are you doing?" "I thought we could go out and celebrate my new job." "Oh, give me a second." "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up." "Come on." "Well, congratulations, honey." "I'm very proud of you." "I bet you're gonna be the best stockboy that place has ever seen." "Thank you." "And thank you for helping me get my act together." "You're the best." "I love you..." "Russell Trotter." "Well, I gotta go." "I gotta work in the morning!" "But um, maybe we'll have dinner tomorrow." "Yeah, great." "Yeah, please." "Hey..." "look what this one can do." "I saw the cutest thing yesterday..." "Do you remember that guy from a few weeks ago?" "The one we saw at the other place?" "You know the one..." "The one we couldn't figure out which kid was his?" "Yeah, that's him." "So he's in the sandbox with Lindsay and Ashley." "Yeah." "They're playing something, I don't know what." "Right." "And I go over to get Lindsay to take her home for her nap..." "And he, this is so cute, he is trying to get Lindsay... to call him "Uncle Paul." Isn't that cute?" "Uncle Paul." "No, that's not cute." "That's not cute." "That's terrifying." "He doesn't have any children." "What?" "No kids." "I asked him." "Well, who's he been bringing to the playground?" "No one." "Then why is he there?" "Think, Susan." "Oh, my God." "Yeah." "On your mark, get set, go!" "You fake them." "Go." "Go." "Go." "Go." "Aah!" "Oh!" "Oh." "Who's next?" "Honey, I'm going to go to the mall... do you need anything?" "OK." "C'mon, Tyler, come on, honey." "Let's go shopping." "Maybe we can buy Daddy a personality." "OK?" "Maybe not." "What?" "No, honey." "Remember?" "It's not a toy day." "It's a shopping-for-a- birthday-present-day." "OK?" "We talked about that, sweetie." "It has wheels." "It does have wheels." "It's green and pretty." "Look at these trains." "He'd like that huh?" " He would like this." " Yeah?" "La, la, la, la." " I have to go pee pee." " What?" "I have to go potty." "Oh, um." "We'll go potty." "Excuse me." "I need you to get your manager right away." " Now." "Now." " OK." "Sure." "Come on sweetheart." "Dammit." "I know, you're right." "Hold on, honey." "Hold on, we're almost there." "You quit?" "Yeah." "Well, sort of." "Mr. Sweet called me into his office and told me..." "I had to stop talking to the kids." " And?" " And I told him that I didn't... want his stupid stockboy job if I couldn't talk to the kids." "He said, "Too bad." I said, "Fine" and I quit." "He said that was probably a good thing anyway." "Jesus." "I'm sorry." "Why doesn't he want you talking to the kids?" "I don't know." "But listen, um, I have this idea." " Tell me what you think." " OK." "I'm gonna register with a babysitting service." "Uh-huh." "Can I help you, sir?" "I'm here for the interview." "Sir, you don't have to interview to hire... one of Sitter-Spin's Sitters." "No, I'm..." "I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood the ad." "Never can be too careful." "Of course." "I almost envy you girls... getting to meet... all those different kids, play with all those different kids." "Hold 'em on your lap, tell 'em stories." "Tuck them in to bed." "Oh, Sitter-Spin!" "I just got that." "OK, well." "Well, that's annoying." "I don't think the whole corporate babysitting thing... is really the way to go for me, you know?" "I'm more individual than that, don't you think?" "And the thing is, nobody wants to do anything about anything." "It's like the guy at the toy store didn't even believe me." "He didn't even want to talk to the guy until I pressed the issue." "I mean, everyone just sits around waiting for someone else... to take care of it." "Well, I'm not gonna be that other guy... the one who's waiting, I mean." "I mean, no, I am not." "Excuse me, do you know what happened to... the babysitting flyers that were up there?" "We need to speak to someone immediately." " I'll be right with you." " Oh, great." "Thank you." "Um, Mag?" "Yeah?" "Um, I'm not so sure this is a good idea." "What?" "He seems like, I don't know, he seems like a nice guy." "That's what makes him dangerous." "OK?" "Just don't be so naive." "This is how these people work." "But he was playing with Lindsay... and we did, um, bird calls." "Bird calls?" "You did bird calls?" "And you think that is some sort of character assessment?" "Susan, look at me." "You need to look at me." "Look at me." "I want you to listen very carefully... that is exactly... the kind of thing that a pedophile would do." "They lure you in." "They, they earn your trust." "Take advantage of your good nature." "And then, once you're sure, once you've finally let down your guard, and you are relaxed, that's when he's gonna move in... and hurt your child." "He's laying the groundwork for something really terrible." "You know this for a fact?" "You have proof?" "He's gay." "He's single." "He hangs around the playground." "Alone." "He fits the profile." "He says right here, "I know what your children need!"" "I'll tell you what, why don't I take one of these flyers... and I'll pay our little pervert a visit." "Excellent." "Thank you so much." " Thank you." " My pleasure." " Bye, ladies." " Thank you, sir." "I have been picking these up all over town... the last couple of days." "I just have to say, I'm very concerned for... the safety of our children." "As some of you know, this man has been seen coming alone... to the playgrounds, playing with our children... and trying to persuade them... to call him "Uncle Paul"." "I think it's clear what we have here." "Paul Johnson is a sexual predator." "And he needs to be stopped." "Now we contacted the police, and after following up," "I found out... they did nothing." "If the police won't do anything, what can we do?" "Good question." "What can we do?" "What should we do?" "Just wait around until he lures one of our children... back to his house?" "I don't think so." "Take precautions?" "Absolutely." "But that is not enough." "Listen..." "Jesus!" "what's with the get-up, Homo the Clown?" "What do you think?" "Pretty good, huh?" "I thought it might present more job opportunities..." "I see." "This is a career move?" "Here's what I propose." "I propose a city-wide awareness campaign." "Here, here." "I always wanted to say that." "What do you think about adopting?" "Me, adopting?" "You want to start a city-wide "awareness campaign"... about a pedophile?" "You want to adopt a baby?" "Exactly." "Wow, that's pretty serious." "Why can't I adopt a baby?" "Gay men do it all the time." "What proof do you have?" "He doesn't have children, and he's hanging out in playground..." "Have you thought this thing through, Paul?" "Have you thought about how something like that... will completely change your life?" "So you're doing all this based on a hunch?" "He fits the profile." "Plus I saw him take a little girl into the bathroom... at Toys for Boys 'n Girls where he works." "I mean, it's obvious what's going on here." "What's going on here is you're out of your mind." "You know, Leslie, I think that you should leave." "I gotta go." "You and me both." "What?" "He fits the profile!" "I just wish you could understand... how important this is to me." "Well I'm just glad that all of you care enough to see... what is important here." "Hi... hi." "Uh, um, I'm, um, interested in adopting." "I see." "Do you have an appointment?" "No, no, I don't." "Is that a problem?" "It's not a problem if you don't mind coming... another day when you do have one." "Oh, OK, then." "I'd like to make an appointment." "Ok, we have an opening the 12th of next month, at 2 PM." "Next month?" "You'll need to provide proof of income, plus documentation of..." "I'm sorry, proof of income?" "Why?" "You do have a job, don't you?" "Well, actually, not right now." "I'm... changing... things." "I'm thinking of becoming a clown." "Mmm..." "Explains the shirt." "But I should have things all worked out soon... so the 12th?" "Let's not waste any more of each other's time." "There's really no reason to schedule you until... you can meet some very basic requirements." "The process here is very extensive and it's clear that you..." "Have a nice day." "Hi." "Hello, sir." "I live in the building and I am selling candy... to raise money for after-school activities such as sports and band." "These activities were designed to keep children... off the streets and stop them from using drugs." "Would you like to keep children off the streets... and stop them using drugs?" "I thought so." "Would you be interested in buying a candy bar... or a box of chocolate?" "Uh, yeah sure." "Come on in." "I'm kinda broke, but I can probably afford a candy bar." "This one is good." "Which one is your favorite?" "This one." "You uh, had dinner yet?" "Yes, sir." " Promise?" " Promise." "I'll take two of those then, one for me, one for you." "OK, cool." "Thank you." "Come on in." "Wow." "You like to paint?" "Yeah." "Yeah?" "What's your name?" "Simon." " I'm Paul." " Hi Paul." "You want to paint something, Simon?" "Coming." "Yeah?" "I'm sorry to bother you." "Have you seen my son?" "Hey, hey!" "You're supposed to paint the canvas..." " Aaaah!" " Aaaah!" "Simon!" "Simon!" "Simon?" "Sorry to bother you." "I've checked every apartment." "I'm looking for my son." "Have you seen him?" "Simon?" "Yeah, is he here?" "Yeah, he's right there." "Simon." "What the hell are you doing?" "What?" "You don't go into strange people's apartments!" "Sorry." "And what are you thinking?" "You're an adult, for Christ sakes!" "Sorry." "He was selling candy, and he saw my paints," "Stay away from my kid." "You understand me?" "You come near him again and I will break your neck..." "Oh my God." "I mean, we were just painting." "You invited some kid you don't know into your apartment;" "of course his dad freaked out." "We weren't doing anything wrong!" "I'm not saying you were, Paul, but you don't bring kids into your apartment." "God Almighty, no wonder everybody thinks you're some sort of psycho!" "What?" "You are acting like this first-class idiot." "I swear, you haven't got the sense that God gave a lawnmower." "You don't invite children you don't know into your house." "And you don't adopt a child when you're not able... to provide a home for him." "And no one, no one, is going to call you to babysit... their children 'cause you're passing out some... stupid flyers on the street." "I don't need you to talk to me that way." "I've got a mother for that." "I don't know why I expected anything different." "This is just another in the long list of things you don't see." "What?" "What don't I see?" "Oh, come on, Paul." "No." "Tell me." "What?" " You wanna know?" " Yeah." "You really want to know?" "Yeah." "I really want to know." "I'm in love with you, Paul." "Doesn't that knock you ass over tea kettle?" "Well?" "I can't." "I can't." "Oh great go ahead, run away, go eat some donuts." "Are you gonna paint the real world away?" "Do me a favor, stay out of the goddamn playground." "You're gonna get arrested." "Go fuck yourself." "What do you think I've been doing all this whole time?" "What are you looking at?" "He hasn't had his medication." "Prepositions don't belong at the end of sentences." "You keep standing in the road like that, you're gonna get hit." "I want you to do a story on a child molester." "I know that..." "Yes, I'll hold." "What's that?" "Sock Paul!" "It's our rallying cry." "Sock Paul?" "Mm-hmm." "And look." "And what are these?" "Sock Paul Socks!" "Sock Paul Socks." "I see." "I thought we needed a slogan." "You know?" "Sock Paul!" "Sock Paul!" "You know, that's not a bad idea." "That's a terrible idea." "We need a slogan, a catch phrase..." "We need our "Just Say No." Let me think about it." "Yes, I'm here." "No that's fine." "Yes send a reporter, any reporter." "Working late?" "Way to meet those incentive plans, Russell." "You know I live for incentive plans." "Well, don't stay too long." "All work and no play makes Russell..." "A dull boy, I know." "Well, I was gonna say, "late for work in the morning", but that works, too." "Uh, it's a mirror!" "Yes, but what you see?" "What do you see, Paul?" "What do you see?" " In a mirror?" " Yes!" " Uh..." " Come on!" "It's, uh, it's, um, your face?" "Time!" "It's reflection." "Oh." "Reflection." "Sorry." "Karen?" "Hi, Karen it's Maggie." "Butler." "Well, Hampton." "From Catholic High?" "Right." "Good, yes." "How are you?" "Listen, Karen I know that you're on the Entertainment Beat, but I could really use a favor." "What's she saying?" "Well, I'm having a press conference here tomorrow... to alert people to a child molester in our area." "It would be great if you could send somebody... anybody from the station to cover it." " What?" " What?" "Of course I have proof." "Of course I do." "I saw it." "Yeah, I um..." "I saw him take a little girl into the bathroom... at the toy store where he works." "And then when she came out, she was crying." "I know, it's awful..." "You did?" "Oh, someone from the news desk would be great." "Thank you so much." "Everything's gonna be alright, Paul." "Yeah, I know." "What are you doing tomorrow?" "Maybe go out to the gorge and go for a hike or something." "Want some company?" "No, I don't think so." "It's just... everyone's always telling me I need to grow up, think things through, so that's what I'm gonna do." "Take a little time by myself and think things through." "Hello, I am Maggie Butler and I am a mother." "I'd like to thank you all for coming out today." "We're here for a very important cause; our children." "There is a dangerous predator on our streets, and he's prying-no, preying on the fragile lives of our youth." "We contacted the police." "They said they couldn't do anything about it." "We contacted the mayor and she said she couldn't... do anything about it." "And we contacted Child Protection Services." "They said it wasn't their problem." "So we took things into our own hands." "We are just a small group of mothers and we are committed... to bringing our message directly to you, because the children have got to be protected." "Ladies and Gentlemen, I do not think I overstate... when I tell you:" "You are about to see the new face of evil." "This man, Paul Johnson, has been seen... in and around playgrounds and schoolyards... trying to lure our children away from us to commit... unspeakable acts." "Oh Lord in Heaven." "If anyone has any information that we could use as evidence... to arrest and convict this pedophile, please contact us at 555-KIDS." "We know it's only a matter of time before he succeeds... in doing irreparable harm to our children." "I knew he was a sicko." "Second, we are holding a rally tomorrow at 10am... at Wilshire Park, declaring the playground a PEDOPHILE-FREE ZONE." "From there, we will officially mount our... campaign to BRING HIM IN!" "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Thank you." "Thank you for your time." "Thank you for coming." "It is so important." "And we all look forward to seeing all of you tomorrow with us." "Thank you." "Oh Paul, be there." "Be there." "Be there." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Just kidding." "I'm not here." "Paul, it's Russell honey, are you there?" "Look, I know we left things kinda weird, but I really need to talk to you." "Now." "Shit." "Alright, call me the second you get this, okay?" "Because I really need to talk to you about something important... and I can't leave it on a message." "So call me, okay?" "Call me." "Kelly Ann, I've gotta go to the office." "There's something I need to get." "Sarah, honey?" "It's Russell." "Sweetheart, we have a problem." "Honey, I'm home." "Sarah?" "Sarah?" "Wake up, Phil." "Come on honey it's a beautiful day... and we have children to save." "It's raining." "Shut up, Phil." "Dear Russell, I just want to say I'm sorry." "And we should probably talk, when you're ready..." "I feel really bad for telling you to "fuck off."" "I'd love the chance to make it up to you." "anything you want, you name it." "Of course, I don't have any money, so make it cheap." "I also realized just how important this babysitting thing is to me, so I'm not giving up on that yet." "I'm going to spend the morning handing out flyers... at some of the playgrounds around town." "Anyway, Love you, Paul." "P.S. Dinner, later?" "Oh, now you lock the door?" "Paul?" "Paul, are you in there?" "C'mon, honey, answer the door." "Dammit." "Excuse me, is there something going on in the park today?" "Some sort of children's rally." " Oh, thanks." " Have a nice day!" "It's up to us to protect our children." "Now is not the time to be passive, to wait for the invitable... the inevitable." "Now is not the time to tell our children," ""Sorry, sweetheart, we have to wait until he hurts someone first."" "No, now is the time for action." "There are several things you can do." "Go home, alert your neighbors, tell your friends." "Make everyone you see aware of the danger that is in our midst." "Second, call the mayor's office." "Don't be afraid." "Tell them how you feel." "Call your local police precinct." "Put pressure on the law enforcement of this community... to bring this offender in before it's too late!" "We must bring him in." "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Thank you." "I want to tell you, there is some good news:" "last night, after my press conference, I received several phone calls, one from a gentleman named-David Berman-who knows... this predator personally, and who has incontrovertible... proof that he is a child molester." "And we will hear from him in a minute." "Again, it is up to us to protect our children." "What's your name?" "Can you say "Charlie"?" "He's so cute I could just take him home with me." "Thank you." "Well, listen, my name's Paul." "If you ever need a babysitter, give me a call." "It's him!" "It's him!" "What, what is it?" "It's him!" "It's Paul!" "It's Paul!" "Bring him in!" "Bring him in!" "Well go!" "Get him!" "Somebody get him!" "It is him!" "Get him." "Get him." "I'll watch the kids, just stop him!" "Come on." "I'm right behind you." "Check there." "I'll do it." "I'll do it." "Did you see a guy come in there just now?" " No, you sure?" " Yeah." "OK." "OK." "Good job, people." "Alright, we're going back... back to the park." "OK, here we go." "Russell!" "Russell!" "Can't believe he got away." "Yeah." "Sneaky son of a bitch." "Can't believe it." "Name's Richard Long." "Russell Trotter." "Friends call me Dick." "Nice to meetcha." "You, too." "So I hear this guy's been convicted of... child molestation in six different states." "Really?" "I hadn't heard that." "I bet they find bodies in his basement." "You think?" "He's a Class-A monster, you know?" "Wow." "Yeah, it's awful." "Don't worry, we'll get him." "He may have gotten away from us this time, but he's nearby, I can feel it." "Don't worry, buddy." "We'll get the sick son-of-a-bitch." " Hey." " Hey." "Russell." " What are you doing here?" " Oh, you know." "Say, wanna get out of here?" "Sure, let's do that." "What started out as a rally took a strange turn moments ago... when Paul Johnson, alleged child molester, wandered into the park." "The crowd went wild, chasing Johnson down the street, hoping to bring him to justice." "What are you doing here Paul?" "What is going on?" "You're all over the news." "I don't know." "Honey, it's gonna be alright." "Hi, I'm Russell." " Elise." " Nice to meet you." " Oh my God." " Is it true?" "No!" "It's not true." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "I know it's not true." "It's just, Paul..." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hey where are you?" "My place?" "My place, seriously?" "Ok, I'll be there as soon as I can." "Whew." "Okay." "Look, we just need to stay calm and figure out... what we're gonna do." "Why is this happening?" "What did I do?" "I mean, I was just... hanging out at playgrounds, and... trying to get close to some kids and..." "I could just eat you up, yes I could." "Oh my God." "He hasn't moved or said a thing in ten minutes." "Paul honey." "What's going on?" "He was being chased by a lynch mob... that's what was going on." "Are you serious?" "As a tombstone." "Sorry." "Okay, okay." "Here's what we're going to do." "We're just going to face this thing together." "We have no other choice." "Paul, are you listening?" "Everybody here that loves you, me and Russell I'm sorry I don't remember your name..." " Elise." " And Elise." "And your parents." "We will call your parents because that will help." "And we are all just going to go and face this together." "Whoa." "Where I come from we don't mess with a lynch mob." "Well, what else do you want to do?" "It might just work." "I mean, think about it." "All of us and Paul's parents." "I mean, they've at least got to listen to us, right?" "Paul, we need the phone number of your parents now." "Well, that's going to be tricky." "My parents are dead." "What?" "When I was six... they owned the donut shop downtown." "And Dad was trying to fix the fryer thing with all the grease." "I guess I was bugging him or something cause he sent me... outside to play and, uh, well, the next thing you know, they're burnt up like curly fries." "So you have been accused of being a pedophile... and this is the moment you choose to tell us... you've been lying to us the entire time that we've known you?" "Paul, your timing really bad." "Listen to me." "Listen to me!" "I did not do any of those things." "I'm sorry that I made up stories about my dead parents... but I would never hurt..." "I know you wouldn't." "I know you wouldn't." "I know you wouldn't." "I know you wouldn't." "This is really weird Paul." "You're a mess." "I may be a mess, but I am not a pedophile." "We will not give up." "For these are our children that we are fighting for." "Now I have every of faith that we will find this Paul Johnson." "All right?" "And when we do we will bring him in!" "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "He can't have gotten far." "And we are not going to stop..." "Do you have something you'd like to add, sir?" "It's him." "It's the guy!" "We need security." "I need a police officer." "OK, everyone just, just stay calm..." "I have something to say." "We don't want to hear anything you have to say, pervert!" "You know, I think you do." "We don't need to hear your lies!" "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Bring him in." "Sock Paul!" "Sock Paul!" "Quiet." "Just be quiet." "Just listen to the man." "He didn't do anything." "This whole thing..." "it's ridiculous." " Do you have children?" " What?" " Do you have any kids!" " No." "Well then shut your mouth, all right?" "You have nothing to say here." "So please, just give me a minute to explain." "Give it up, Johnson, you're sick!" "No, I'm not." "I'm not sick." "I know I made some mistakes, but nothing like... what you people think." "I was just marching with you, a few minutes ago..." "And I heard some awful things being said about me." "And none of those things is true." "Like we're supposed to trust you?" "I did mess up." "I did go to the playground but... only because I wanted to play with some kids." "I only wanted to start babysitting because I love kids." "It sounds like excuses to me, made-up excuses." "Yeah, why should we believe you?" "I don't know." "All I know is I came to the park this morning to hand out... some babysitting flyers and then..." "And then you ran." "All right?" "If you have nothing to hide, why would you run?" "Yeah, I ran." "I looked up and there were all these posters, and signs, and that woman has a sock on her arm..." "I didn't know what to think." "But I came back." "I wouldn't have come back, I couldn't have come back... if I had done any of those terrible things." "Look, if anyone, anyone, has any proof that I... did any of that awful stuff, come up here right now." "You want proof?" "How do you explain this?" "Yeah." "How do you explain this?" "That, that's my godson..." "This man is a menace to society and must be stopped!" "Oh yes." "Give me that." "I gave Paul this photograph." "Who are you?" "Paul is my son's Godfather." "He's a little odd, yes." "But he'd lay down his life for my son." "That's exactly the kind of thing a pedophile would do!" "You can't just breeze in here lady, and tell us everything's fine." "Paul Johnson is a lot of things, but one thing he isn't is a child molester." "Aren't you gay?" "Well, yeah." "What does that have to do with anything?" "!" "Well, because... he fits the profile!" "What about the toy store?" "What?" "I saw you take a little girl to the bathroom." "Because she had to pee!" "Look, I know I screwed up." "OK?" "I guess I wasn't thinking like a... a grownup." "I just..." "You just what?" "I just a..." "We all have a way of looking at the world, you know?" "And mine is a lot more like your kids than yours." "Where you see a chair and a sheet, we see a fort." "Where you see a yard full of leaves waiting to be raked, we see confetti and thousands of chances for crunching." "Look, I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all..." "one of your kids." "But I honestly don't think I did." "Ask 'em." "Ask 'em." "They know." "They'll tell you." "Ask them if they're mad at me or afraid of me, or if I have done anything at all that made them feel bad." "Joey, did Paul ever do anything to..." "I know I went about this all wrong, but I promise it wasn't what you thought." "I just wanted to have a family again." "Hey, Paul." "Joey here says he's mad at you." "Yeah, he says you stopped coming to the playground." "Hi, Monkey." "How's my buddy, huh?" "How's my buddy?" "But he fit the profile..." "I know." "Come on, let's just go home." "All right." "You guys have a safe flight." "I love you, you little monkey." "Come here." "All right baby." "Back on an airplane." " I love you." " I love you." "Say hi to Jim for me." "OK." "I will." "It's gonna be all right." "What's gonna be all right?" "Kidding!" "I know."