FBI: Most Wanted (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Ghosts - full transcript
[soft music]
♪
[background chatter,
laughter]
[police radio chatter]
And that's his vehicle
right there?
Yeah, that's his truck.
♪
- Mr. Waters, Enfield police.
- Time for you to go.
Come on, Waters,
we know you're home.
He's probably drunk.
Okay, chief,
we're coming in.
Son of a bitch.
♪
[panting]
- Oh, God.
- [wheezes, sobs]
Ah, Jesus, no...
Aah!
Oh, Jes... Oh!
I've been sober two years!
[pants, grunts]
- Oh, God.
- Oh!
[sobbing]
♪
- Okay.
- Diversity Day is tomorrow,
and I need to bring something
about my culture.
Something about
your culture...
I have to share about
our people.
Uh, Grandpa, what do you think
I should bring?
Hmm, well, you wanna use
my headdress or my tomahawk?
You have a tomahawk?
Oh, yeah.
- Don't make jokes.
- She's being serious.
Hmm, can it be food?
- No, not food.
- Well, let's look around.
I'm sure we can find something.
[phone buzzes]
[sighs]
It's okay.
♪
Today's special
is Reginald Waters, 38.
Killed a police officer
in Enfield, Connecticut
with a shotgun over an eviction
from a rental cabin.
Wounded the landlord
and was last seen driving away
in a blue and white
Ford Lariat pickup.
We know he left
the state because...
We don't, but he owns
a home outside Berwick, Maine.
He has one arrest there
for trespassing during protests
against developers
who were building condos
on tribal lands.
He has a rep
for non-violent activism
for Native American causes.
Our task is to lead
our vigorous,
and by no means,
dying race of people
back to our rightful heritage
of nobility and greatness.
All: Yes!
We demand to be seen
and to be heard.
All: Yes!
And to be consulted
in the development of land
that is our birthright.
All: Yes!
I get his MO.
Speak softly
and carry a big shotgun.
Besides the trespassing,
he has one domestic disturbance
beef from ten years ago,
around the time of his divorce.
- What is he?
- Abenaki Nation?
No, Mohawk.
He was born on the
Akwesasne reservation upstate.
The brother's
a wanderer.
If he wanders to Akwesasne,
all he has to do is walk across
the border to Canada.
I'll put the word out
to the Indian Country Agents
and the tribal police.
We know what Waters
was doing in Enfield?
We don't,
but whatever it was,
it must've been temporary.
He's been renting the cabin
week-to-week,
and his house in Maine has
been empty for five months.
His neighbors have been
watering the plants.
We've got surveillance on it.
The Enfield police think.
Waters killed
one of their officers
over an eviction's notice
for a weekly rental,
and he owns a house in Maine?
Doesn't quite make sense.
Maybe he has
a low boiling point.
Something destabilized him,
something he thought
a temporary stint
in Connecticut might resolve.
He was there on a mission.
We need to find out what
that mission was.
- Five months in this shoebox?
- If the price is right.
Thumbtack holes, fresh.
Looks like Waters set up
some kind of display.
- Leftovers.
- Soda.
Living large.
This was just outside here.
He was trying to burn
something, photos and papers.
Let's take a look.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Yeah, I think these are the
photos that were on display.
Looks like a party.
Middle-aged sports fans and
women way out of their league.
I got a parking lot.
I got a Raintree Motel.
- I've got receipts.
- Lobster for one.
And this looks like it's from a
hotel in Houston last October.
Right,
during the World Series.
This photo was taken
from inside a car.
The driver was behind
the wheel
and got a piece
of the side view mirror
in the photo.
He also caught a reflection
of himself holding the camera.
That's not Waters.
The circles around the faces,
clandestine locations.
These are surveillance photos
taken by this guy, maybe a PI.
There is a Raintree Motel
15 minutes from here
just across the state line
in Springfield, Massachusetts.
This PI's probably local.
A hotshot who gets his own
face in a surveillance photo?
Should be easy to find.
Let's do it.
Yup, that's me.
Should've used a telephoto lens
on that photo.
[chuckles]
Reg, he goes by Reg.
He hired me to find
his daughter.
She disappeared
about six months ago.
And she disappeared here
in Springfield?
Reg was raising her up
in Maine, alone,
after his wife died.
The daughter and him,
they weren't getting along,
so, minute she turned 18,
she took off down here
with her boyfriend.
They moved into the
Raintree Motel.
It's a dump.
A month later, she was gone.
And you went to Houston
to find...
and I assume the daughter
has a name.
- Audrey.
- Yeah.
Reg thought she might've
been sex-trafficked.
That's why I went to Houston.
Big sports events, they're like
magnets for sex traffickers.
Sounds like that needle
in a haystack.
- Oh, no, no.
- I have this software.
You plug in a description
of a girl,
like a redhead with
a tramp stamp,
and the algorithm scans
thousands of escort ads.
The algorithm told you to go
to Houston, all expenses paid,
and 10,000 bucks later,
you had nothing to show Reg.
You cleaned him out, Mr. Vans.
It's a wonder
he didn't shoot you.
[chuckling]
That's not fair.
I shared that software
with him.
I mean, that's got to be worth
at least a couple of grand.
I'm sure.
Any idea where he might go?
No, I haven't talked to him
in a week.
What about Audrey's
boyfriend?
Is he a suspect
in her disappearance?
- Jeremy?
- No.
He, uh, he called Reg
after she went missing.
He's a musician.
His story is that he went back
to the motel after a gig
and she was gone.
And where can we find Jeremy?
Somewhere in Maine.
- Somewhere in Maine.
- That's the best you can do?
Yeah, I wasn't paid
to find the boyfriend.
I'm sure you can find him if
the NBA Finals were in Maine.
Audrey Waters' disappearance
is still
an active investigation.
We haven't given up,
and we don't plan to,
no matter what
her father's done.
That's good to hear.
Do you have any idea why Waters
shot down an officer
in Enfield?
It was over an eviction,
wasn't it?
- We don't think so.
- It's against character.
I heard he might've been
drinking.
There's no evidence
of that.
You met him... did he seem
like a drunk to you?
I couldn't tell.
He was very distressed
about his daughter.
Captain, it would help us
if we could take a look
at her file.
Of course, but the lead
detective retired last month.
I'll call him.
I thought it was
an active case.
- People retire.
- What can I say?
Of course.
You mind asking
that young police aide
to bring me a cup of coffee?
Yeah.
Dottie, can you bring in
a coffee?
Uh, black, two sugars.
Black,
two sugars.
So when I hear back
from the detective,
I'll reach out to you.
I heard he's fishing out
in Quebec for walleye.
- I know a few spots up there.
- You fish?
[clears throat]
I hunt.
Waterfowl, ducks.
We found some calls.
Waters made to this precinct
after hours.
10, 15-minute calls.
All this month.
Thank you.
Dottie.
Well,
he didn't talk to me.
Probably got an update
from the lead detective.
The one who retired
last month?
This is delicious,
by the way.
- Thank you, Miss...
- Boruta.
♪
Miss Boruta.
♪
We don't want to get you
in trouble with your boss,
but those phone calls... Waters
was talking to you, wasn't he?
I felt sorry for him,
but that's it.
You talked to him because the
others wouldn't listen, right?
They didn't try.
Not the police,
not that private detective.
Why, did they think
Audrey ran away on her own?
They didn't care
because she's Native American.
They just called her
a prostitute and a junkie,
and that was that,
but she wasn't.
They're just bigots.
You tried to help Reg?
I gave him a copy
of Audrey's file.
The file was so thin.
It just devastated Reg to see
how little the police had done.
And then the very next day,
he shot those people.
It's my fault.
I didn't know
how angry he'd be.
Did you keep a copy
of the file?
♪
You know, you can buy
your own cigarettes
- every now and then.
- I need to see the guest
- register from last June.
- Excuse me?
The only thing
I'm offering is rooms, man.
You want one?
Look, my daughter
stayed here in June.
She was kidnapped.
- Sounds serious.
- You should call 911.
[chuckles]
Show me the register now.
All right, dude,
you're screwed.
No, no, dude,
don't shoot me, no...
[police radio chatter]
He checked the guest register
for last June.
When his daughter was here.
He's got the police file,
and he knows the leads
they didn't follow.
Well, looks like
he's following them now.
- With a vengeance.
- Everyone's failed him.
He must feel very alone
right now,
as if he's the only one that
could find his daughter.
Anybody gets in the way...
and they won't live
to tell about it.
We have the road map now.
Let's get ahead of him.
♪
- Adams?
- Yeah.
Ten pages.
That's the whole file
for a six-month investigation.
Police didn't even put
Audrey Waters' DNA
into NAMUS for a match
to unclaimed remains.
I'll get on it.
Looks like Cops in Enfield
dropped the ball on a tip.
A girl matching
Audrey's description
was seen selling jewelry
in a farmer's market in town.
This must've put Reg
in a very good mood
when the Enfield cop
showed up to evict him.
Reg probably thinks these
cops are equally responsible
for his girl's disappearance.
No wonder he went to war
against them.
Here's another lead
they dropped.
Page five... Audrey's boyfriend
Jeremy told the police
about a white pimp named Lex
who was a couple of doors down
from him at the Raintree.
He had two girls with him,
one white, one Asian.
Jeremy said Lex and the girls
had checked out
by the time he got home
and found Audrey missing.
No record Springfield PD
ever followed up.
I'll follow up.
A pimp named Lex
works the northeast.
That explains why Reg
checked the motel register.
No forwarding address
for the boyfriend.
Springfield didn't even
keep tabs on him.
Most likely Reg will be
on his way up to Maine
to look for him.
Find Jeremy.
In the meantime, if I were Reg,
I'd try to hit home base first.
♪
I got stuff from Audrey's old
room they can pull DNA from.
Good.
The dust impressions
under this frame...
It's been moved recently.
This is Paula
and Cody Sampson.
They're taking care
of Reg's place.
I'm Jess LaCroix.
Have you seen or spoken
to Reg lately?
We just take care
of the house.
Make sure the pipes
don't freeze.
It's hard to believe he did
what they're accusing him of.
We don't have anything to do
with that.
We're just trying to find him
before more people get hurt.
There's a safe under there.
Somebody's been in it recently.
If I run the prints on it,
they'll come back to one
of you, won't they?
If you're
straight up with us,
we won't have any problems.
I took money out yesterday...
All of it, $3,000...
And gave it to Reg.
I know what he did,
but I love him like a brother.
Nothing can change that.
Fair enough.
Did he tell you
where he was going?
No.
I, uh, I don't think
he knows himself.
He's been on a broken road
a long time.
Tell me.
♪
Reg wasn't a good father
to Audrey.
He walked out on her mother
when she was seven.
- He was drinking then.
- And he stopped?
Two years ago after Audrey's
mother, Diane, killed herself.
Audrey came to live with him.
It was a disaster.
Reg tried everything
to make it right with Audrey,
but he couldn't be
a good parent to her.
A man like Reg...
he didn't know how.
♪
I'm raising my daughter
on my own,
so I understand.
♪
I think this is different.
This is about the schools.
He won't understand.
- He was married to my sister.
- Try him.
Reg's father and my father
were in Indian school together.
Residential schools.
They were taken
from their parents
when they were little
and sent there.
You know what the priests
and nuns did to them in there?
I know the motto.
"Kill the Indian
to save the man."
- And worse.
- Physical and sexual abuse.
Little kids, man,
in that school for ten years.
How could our fathers grow up
and be good parents to us
after that,
when no one parented them?
It's a bad cycle,
and Reg is just caught up
in it.
Thanks for talking to us.
[somber music]
♪
I found the boyfriend
Jeremy.
He's just been released
from the hospital.
Good.
I just moved in,
and Reg shows up.
He was all pissed off
because I never told him
about the people at the motel.
He beat the crap out of me.
He thought
I was holding out on him.
People at the motel,
you mean that pimp, Lex?
Yeah, and the two girls.
You tell Reg anything
about where he could find Lex?
Maybe something
you didn't tell the cops?
- Reg wanted names.
- All I knew was Lex.
Oh, and the Asian girl,
she was called Blue.
It's probably not real.
And you know her name
because you talked to her,
right?
What else did you tell Reg
about her?
Just about her earlobe,
it was all messed up.
Like torn.
She said it was from Lex
ripping her earring off.
So we're looking
for an Asian escort,
nom de guerre Blue,
early to mid-20s,
East Coast,
with a deformed earlobe.
♪
How good can this thing be?
Well, I don't know.
I haven't used an app
to find an escort before.
So we have some contenders.
This one has a neck tattoo.
I think Jeremy
would've mentioned that.
♪
This one, Angela Blue,
her hair is covering
her earlobes.
Will you blow that up?
[mouse clicks]
Yeah.
Her earlobe
looks photoshopped.
She's in Hagerstown,
Maryland.
Let's make a date.
[police radio chatter]
Deceased is Rodney Brock,
aka Hot Rod,
priors for sex trafficking.
Somebody opened him up
with a knife.
Wits ID'd your guy
Reginald Waters.
You have Brock's photo?
Lex is white.
Reg killed the wrong pimp.
The girls with Brock,
any of them Asian?
Funny you should ask.
Your guy Waters grabbed an
Asian pro that was with Brock,
name of Angela Blue.
Any distinguishing marks
on this woman?
Apparently,
she has a messed-up ear.
But that'll be the least
of her worries now.
♪
He came in the room.
He had a big knife.
He grabbed Angela
and dragged her out.
Did he say
where he was taking her?
- "Come with me."
- That's all he said.
- And what about this girl?
- Her name's Audrey.
The man who took Angela,
that's his daughter.
He's looking for her.
- No, don't know her.
- She's lucky.
Why is that?
Someone's looking for her.
♪
- Well, thank you.
- Take care of yourselves.
Thank you.
- Another murder, a kidnapping.
- Reg is getting more desperate.
And I hope for her sake
that Angela has
some answers for him.
I'm sorry about... you know?
Wait.
Take this.
Call your parents.
They're probably
looking for you.
Audrey said you were
a really good dad.
I wasn't.
[somber music]
♪
[sighs]
♪
[sobs, yells]
♪
Nothing at the checkpoints.
New pic of my niece?
Yeah, from Diversity Day
at school.
You know, I heard about
the residential schools,
but I never asked Marilou
and Nelson about them.
They didn't go.
Their parents
kept them at home,
hid them from the priests
when they came along.
They're lucky.
My dad had a couple
of uncles that went.
Those guys are haunted.
Did they have kids?
Yeah, a few,
and they had kids.
They're all a little bit
messed up.
Multigenerational trauma.
Man hands misery to man.
Nobody heals,
they just keep passing it on.
[sighs]
You can't make a kid
feel loved and safe if
you've never experienced that.
♪
I know what
you're thinking, bro.
About your old man.
What he passed on to you.
What I might pass on
to Tali?
No, I mean,
how she cares for animals.
She cares because
she's been cared for.
You hear what I'm saying,
bro?
Tali's gonna be okay.
♪
- Staties found Angela.
- She's safe.
Reg dropped her off
at a gas station.
[suspenseful music]
- No harm, no foul, okay?
- Thanks.
It's over.
I want to go.
I understand
you're a survivor
and that's how you cope.
You dust yourself off
and you move on.
Basically, yeah.
And we respect that,
but we need you
to help us find Reg
before he harms anyone else.
He didn't harm me.
He just wanted some intel,
and once he got it,
he let me go.
What'd you tell him?
I told him what I heard.
That Audrey was killed
by a john
and Lex got rid of her body.
I don't know where.
Were you there
when Lex kidnapped her?
Yeah.
He chatted her up,
gave her a beer, roofied her.
We tried to get him
to leave her at the motel,
but I didn't want
my other ear ripped off.
Reg would've been devastated
to hear all this.
He'd want to find Lex
and he'd want to find
Audrey's remains.
Were you able to help him
with any of that?
Lex had a real serious
drug problem.
He got so strung out
he couldn't function.
He had to go stay with
his family in Pittsburgh.
You know his real name?
I know more than that.
I have a picture
of his driver's license.
♪
- Felix Erbe.
- How'd you get this?
Someone was gonna die because
of Lex's drug problem.
It seemed like something
I should have.
- Did you show that to Reg?
- Yeah.
He, uh,
he wrote everything down.
♪
Let's find him.
♪
That's what's left
of my brother.
They found him two weeks ago
off Brownsville Road.
Drug overdose.
I don't know what
to do with his ashes.
Well, I'm very sorry.
There's nothing
to be sorry for.
Felix got off easy,
all things considered.
Has anybody been here
asking about him?
This one man yesterday.
Said his daughter was
sex trafficked by Felix.
This guy?
- Yeah, that's him.
- Reg.
Oh, my God.
I let him in my house.
I sat right here with him.
Was he threatening
or menacing?
No, he was just sad.
Look, I know who
my brother was,
what he did to women.
And I'm not into forgiveness,
at least not for Felix.
So when Reg told me what Felix
did to his daughter,
I was just...
said I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry because I am.
- Is that all he wanted?
- Just to talk?
I think Reg was
maybe hoping
to find an answer
about his daughter.
And there was nothing?
It must've been a blow to him.
He said it was like
the end of the road.
Then I saw his eyes were wet
and then I started crying.
[somber music]
Honestly, all this talk
about my brother just...
Reg said I shouldn't
blame myself.
- He's right.
- What else did he say?
He said whatever made
my brother a monster
happened a long time ago.
Told me to burn
my brother's things,
that it would
break the cycle of pain
and give me an ending.
I don't know.
It was fine.
He left without any trouble.
Did he give you any idea
where he might be going?
No, he said he had to do
his own work to heal the past.
In those words?
Yup.
I'm sorry.
All this talk...
I need a minute.
Excuse me.
Heal the past.
His wife's suicide,
his failure as a parent
and as a husband,
Audrey's murder.
He's hit a dead end.
He's turning back on himself.
He wants to break the cycle.
If I were him,
I'd go see my father.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Rickey!
Come here!
You come when I call you.
Get inside.
- Go cry to your mother.
- Ow!
♪
We've kept an eye
on Leonard's house.
Not 24/7.
Too much to do
and not enough officers
to do it with.
We have Indian Country
agents available.
They're good when a crime's
been committed on the Rez,
but no crime's
been committed here.
And the idea of the FBI
setting up camp on our land
outside our people's homes?
Not gonna happen.
What's the issue between Reg
and his father?
Rocky.
I don't think Reg'd get
a helping hand from his dad.
He hasn't been around much
since his mother passed.
Leonard's remarried.
Reg has a half-brother now,
Rickey.
You should know better,
Shane,
to bring the FBI
into my house.
What's the use
of having tribal police
if every time somebody
stubs their toe,
you go running to the Feds?
Leonard,
just answer their questions.
Didn't you tell them that
Reg and I don't get along?
You did, Mr. Waters,
but you know how angry
Reg gets.
We came to warn you
that he might be coming here.
Oh, so now the government
wants to protect me?
That's a funny one.
Yeah, it's funny,
but that's our job.
Reg told someone he wanted
to break the cycle.
We thought he might
start with you.
- Let him come.
- You know, he blames me
because
he was no kind of husband,
no kind of father to Audrey.
He never just
let anything be.
He's always raising Cain.
And you look like
a scrapper yourself.
Those scratches on your neck?
How'd you get those?
My wife's
a very passionate woman.
Or maybe it was from
your other son, Rickey.
Where is he anyway?
♪
He's around,
riding his bike.
His bike is outside.
[speaks in Mohawk]
Reg took him.
Reg was here this morning,
he had a big fight
with Leonard.
I took Leonard inside
to stop the fight,
and when I went back out,
Reg was gone with Rickey.
He wouldn't let me
call the police.
He wanted to protect Reg
because he thinks that's what
a dad's supposed to do,
but you didn't protect Rickey.
♪
His name is Rickey Waters,
ten years old, 4'10",
75 pounds.
Last seen wearing
a green hoodie,
light gray parka
and running shoes.
Got all that.
All right, passing it on
to Homeland security
and New York State Police.
I've alerted the detachment
on the Canadian side
- of the reservation.
- Appreciate the help.
We got 41 square miles
here.
A lot of places
for Reg to hide.
Maybe we can narrow down
what he has in mind.
You don't know that!
You can't promise
he won't hurt Rickey!
- He won't.
- Rickey's his only blood.
You're his blood too.
I thought he was gonna
kill you.
- I know my own son.
- I raised him.
Your children will surprise
you, Mr. Waters.
I'm sure you didn't raise him
to kill people, but he did.
What were you two
fighting about?
[sighs]
Reg wanted Leonard to take him
somewhere.
I don't know where.
He said everything started
with what they did to Leonard.
Where did he want you
to take him, Mr. Waters?
Nowhere. He's always
stirring things up.
That's his nature.
Always looking
to blame other people.
I haven't seen one of those
in a long time.
Saint Kateri Tekakwitha.
Lily of the Mohawks.
Native American saint.
You're a nosy one,
aren't you?
Yeah, that's my nature.
Sweetgrass.
They'd give a cross wrapped
in sweetgrass to the Natives
when they converted
to Catholicism.
♪
You still believe?
I believe in the Creator.
How old were you
when they gave you that?
I was just a boy.
You were
in residential school.
Ah, there you go.
Just like him,
digging it all up.
Where's the sweetgrass that
was wrapped around that cross?
I don't know.
- It was there this morning.
- Maybe Reg took it.
Sweetgrass can be used as
an offering to purify a place,
and that's where
he wanted you to take him:
To where the abuse started,
to break the cycle.
- Chasing ghosts.
- Better to forget them.
What school did you go to?
[somber music]
♪
The Mush Hole.
The St. Nicholas Institute
Residential School.
Branchton, Ontario.
That's where he's going.
- This is Barnes.
- Fire up the bird.
Tell the Legat we need
immediate country clearance.
We're heading to Canada.
[suspenseful music]
[somber music]
♪
This is it.
This place
is creeping me out, Reg.
Come on.
Just keep moving.
♪
This is the one.
♪
You know what that number is?
That's our dad.
What do you mean?
This used to be a school
for kids like us.
Mohawk kids.
Our father was sent here.
First thing they did
was cut off his hair,
take away his name,
and give him a number.
They'd say,
"363, go scrub the floor!
363, stop crying
for your Ma and Pa!"
Dad was crying?
All the kids cried
all the time.
They had no toys.
They had no good food,
just mush.
That's why they call this
place the Mush Hole.
If they spoke Mohawk,
the priests would put rags
soaked in kerosene
in their mouth.
If they fell asleep
during church service,
the priests would touch them,
you know, abuse them.
[sniffles]
Those kids are all here now.
They're ghosts,
and we're gonna
do something for them.
♪
Here... write his name
over that number.
Write our father's name.
[can rattles]
[inhales]
[tense music]
♪
- We are green.
- We are green. Go.
[murmurs orders]
Go, go.
[shotgun blast]
[Rickey yells]
[shotgun cocks]
[dark music]
♪
What are you doing?
- I'm making an offering.
- For the ghosts?
This one's just for us,
for our family.
All the bad stuff
that happened here.
They hurt our father so bad,
Rickey.
Did they hit him?
They beat his body, yeah,
but they beat his soul too.
They told him his people
were low and dirty.
They made him ashamed
until he hated himself.
Is that why he's so mean?
He's mean because he didn't
have parents to love him,
not the way I see your mama
loves you.
♪
This place filled him
with rage...
Rage he passed on to me.
But I won't let it happen
to you.
Our family's been passing
the hurt in this place
from one generation to the
next, but that stops today.
[exhales]
I make this offering
to free this boy
from the curse of this place.
[distant thud]
Listen to me,
do exactly what I say.
♪
[distant thud]
- Don't shoot us!
- Please!
I won't hurt you, Rickey.
Mr. Waters, let him go.
Me and Rickey
are walking out of here.
There's 50 police out there.
SWAT, sharpshooters.
They won't let you go.
- Get back.
- Move!
♪
Reg, I'm scared.
- Don't be.
- They won't shoot you.
You all stay back or he dies.
You pull that trigger,
all bets are off.
I'm gonna ask
one last time, Mr. Waters.
Let the boy go.
[panting]
Send him to me.
[breathing hard]
Go to him.
Go!
- I don't want to, Reg.
- I wanna stay with you.
♪
Close your eyes.
Do it, Rickey!
Sing with me.
Sing me out.
♪
Don't do it, Reg.
[sings in Mohawk]
[both sing in Mohawk]
[speaks in Mohawk]
You're gonna fill that boy
with pain.
Who the hell are you?
- Agent Clinton Skye.
- I'm Kahnawake.
I saw your offering.
You broke the cycle of hurt.
Don't start another one.
[speaks in Mohawk]
[speaks in Mohawk]
He needs you
to show him the way.
Help him stay on the Red Road.
That's a good place to stand.
[speaks in Mohawk]
[somber music]
[pants]
♪
Give it to him.
Go.
♪
[handcuffs click]
♪
- We're clear, we're clear.
- [indistinct radio chatter]
I put rings in one
and hairbands in the other.
Those belong to your father.
You shouldn't have
taken them.
- I heard father.
- Am I needed?
Well, I took these
to Diversity Day
and everybody loved them,
and I was wondering if I could
keep them in my room.
Those are our
wedding baskets.
You took them to school?
You should've asked me first.
Well, sorry, but I got
an A for my presentation,
and Uncle Clinton told me
all about them.
[chuckles]
What did I do?
So, can you tell me more
about them?
[scoffs]
Your mother carried one
and it was filled with cloth,
and I carried the other one
with a little cake inside,
and then we exchanged them.
♪
The cloth meant housekeeping.
House-making, not cleaning.
And the cake meant cooking.
Yeah.
The exchange is a promise.
She makes the home,
and he provides the food.
The woman keeps a warm house
and the man hunts.
But Jess doesn't hunt,
and Angelyne...
♪
Angelyne wasn't made
for staying home.
[cell phone rings]
So, can I put
my stuff in them?
Sure.
- Yes!
- Thanks, Dad.
♪
They got a hit off
of Audrey Waters' DNA.
Her remains were found
three months ago
outside of New London,
Connecticut.
The good news,
she was processed
as a homicide.
They found unknown DNA
under her fingernails,
probably her assailant.
She went out fighting,
and now we can fight for her.
Let's bring her home.
♪
This isn't the end, okay?
We have evidence
that'll help find her killer.
We're not letting this go.
We'll tell Reginald.
It'll mean a lot to him.
Reg's real name is Reginald?
What's your real name, Dad?
You know.
I mean, the name
Grandma gave you.
♪
Kariwase.
♪
[speaks in Mohawk]
♪
[engine turns]
♪
♪
[background chatter,
laughter]
[police radio chatter]
And that's his vehicle
right there?
Yeah, that's his truck.
♪
- Mr. Waters, Enfield police.
- Time for you to go.
Come on, Waters,
we know you're home.
He's probably drunk.
Okay, chief,
we're coming in.
Son of a bitch.
♪
[panting]
- Oh, God.
- [wheezes, sobs]
Ah, Jesus, no...
Aah!
Oh, Jes... Oh!
I've been sober two years!
[pants, grunts]
- Oh, God.
- Oh!
[sobbing]
♪
- Okay.
- Diversity Day is tomorrow,
and I need to bring something
about my culture.
Something about
your culture...
I have to share about
our people.
Uh, Grandpa, what do you think
I should bring?
Hmm, well, you wanna use
my headdress or my tomahawk?
You have a tomahawk?
Oh, yeah.
- Don't make jokes.
- She's being serious.
Hmm, can it be food?
- No, not food.
- Well, let's look around.
I'm sure we can find something.
[phone buzzes]
[sighs]
It's okay.
♪
Today's special
is Reginald Waters, 38.
Killed a police officer
in Enfield, Connecticut
with a shotgun over an eviction
from a rental cabin.
Wounded the landlord
and was last seen driving away
in a blue and white
Ford Lariat pickup.
We know he left
the state because...
We don't, but he owns
a home outside Berwick, Maine.
He has one arrest there
for trespassing during protests
against developers
who were building condos
on tribal lands.
He has a rep
for non-violent activism
for Native American causes.
Our task is to lead
our vigorous,
and by no means,
dying race of people
back to our rightful heritage
of nobility and greatness.
All: Yes!
We demand to be seen
and to be heard.
All: Yes!
And to be consulted
in the development of land
that is our birthright.
All: Yes!
I get his MO.
Speak softly
and carry a big shotgun.
Besides the trespassing,
he has one domestic disturbance
beef from ten years ago,
around the time of his divorce.
- What is he?
- Abenaki Nation?
No, Mohawk.
He was born on the
Akwesasne reservation upstate.
The brother's
a wanderer.
If he wanders to Akwesasne,
all he has to do is walk across
the border to Canada.
I'll put the word out
to the Indian Country Agents
and the tribal police.
We know what Waters
was doing in Enfield?
We don't,
but whatever it was,
it must've been temporary.
He's been renting the cabin
week-to-week,
and his house in Maine has
been empty for five months.
His neighbors have been
watering the plants.
We've got surveillance on it.
The Enfield police think.
Waters killed
one of their officers
over an eviction's notice
for a weekly rental,
and he owns a house in Maine?
Doesn't quite make sense.
Maybe he has
a low boiling point.
Something destabilized him,
something he thought
a temporary stint
in Connecticut might resolve.
He was there on a mission.
We need to find out what
that mission was.
- Five months in this shoebox?
- If the price is right.
Thumbtack holes, fresh.
Looks like Waters set up
some kind of display.
- Leftovers.
- Soda.
Living large.
This was just outside here.
He was trying to burn
something, photos and papers.
Let's take a look.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Yeah, I think these are the
photos that were on display.
Looks like a party.
Middle-aged sports fans and
women way out of their league.
I got a parking lot.
I got a Raintree Motel.
- I've got receipts.
- Lobster for one.
And this looks like it's from a
hotel in Houston last October.
Right,
during the World Series.
This photo was taken
from inside a car.
The driver was behind
the wheel
and got a piece
of the side view mirror
in the photo.
He also caught a reflection
of himself holding the camera.
That's not Waters.
The circles around the faces,
clandestine locations.
These are surveillance photos
taken by this guy, maybe a PI.
There is a Raintree Motel
15 minutes from here
just across the state line
in Springfield, Massachusetts.
This PI's probably local.
A hotshot who gets his own
face in a surveillance photo?
Should be easy to find.
Let's do it.
Yup, that's me.
Should've used a telephoto lens
on that photo.
[chuckles]
Reg, he goes by Reg.
He hired me to find
his daughter.
She disappeared
about six months ago.
And she disappeared here
in Springfield?
Reg was raising her up
in Maine, alone,
after his wife died.
The daughter and him,
they weren't getting along,
so, minute she turned 18,
she took off down here
with her boyfriend.
They moved into the
Raintree Motel.
It's a dump.
A month later, she was gone.
And you went to Houston
to find...
and I assume the daughter
has a name.
- Audrey.
- Yeah.
Reg thought she might've
been sex-trafficked.
That's why I went to Houston.
Big sports events, they're like
magnets for sex traffickers.
Sounds like that needle
in a haystack.
- Oh, no, no.
- I have this software.
You plug in a description
of a girl,
like a redhead with
a tramp stamp,
and the algorithm scans
thousands of escort ads.
The algorithm told you to go
to Houston, all expenses paid,
and 10,000 bucks later,
you had nothing to show Reg.
You cleaned him out, Mr. Vans.
It's a wonder
he didn't shoot you.
[chuckling]
That's not fair.
I shared that software
with him.
I mean, that's got to be worth
at least a couple of grand.
I'm sure.
Any idea where he might go?
No, I haven't talked to him
in a week.
What about Audrey's
boyfriend?
Is he a suspect
in her disappearance?
- Jeremy?
- No.
He, uh, he called Reg
after she went missing.
He's a musician.
His story is that he went back
to the motel after a gig
and she was gone.
And where can we find Jeremy?
Somewhere in Maine.
- Somewhere in Maine.
- That's the best you can do?
Yeah, I wasn't paid
to find the boyfriend.
I'm sure you can find him if
the NBA Finals were in Maine.
Audrey Waters' disappearance
is still
an active investigation.
We haven't given up,
and we don't plan to,
no matter what
her father's done.
That's good to hear.
Do you have any idea why Waters
shot down an officer
in Enfield?
It was over an eviction,
wasn't it?
- We don't think so.
- It's against character.
I heard he might've been
drinking.
There's no evidence
of that.
You met him... did he seem
like a drunk to you?
I couldn't tell.
He was very distressed
about his daughter.
Captain, it would help us
if we could take a look
at her file.
Of course, but the lead
detective retired last month.
I'll call him.
I thought it was
an active case.
- People retire.
- What can I say?
Of course.
You mind asking
that young police aide
to bring me a cup of coffee?
Yeah.
Dottie, can you bring in
a coffee?
Uh, black, two sugars.
Black,
two sugars.
So when I hear back
from the detective,
I'll reach out to you.
I heard he's fishing out
in Quebec for walleye.
- I know a few spots up there.
- You fish?
[clears throat]
I hunt.
Waterfowl, ducks.
We found some calls.
Waters made to this precinct
after hours.
10, 15-minute calls.
All this month.
Thank you.
Dottie.
Well,
he didn't talk to me.
Probably got an update
from the lead detective.
The one who retired
last month?
This is delicious,
by the way.
- Thank you, Miss...
- Boruta.
♪
Miss Boruta.
♪
We don't want to get you
in trouble with your boss,
but those phone calls... Waters
was talking to you, wasn't he?
I felt sorry for him,
but that's it.
You talked to him because the
others wouldn't listen, right?
They didn't try.
Not the police,
not that private detective.
Why, did they think
Audrey ran away on her own?
They didn't care
because she's Native American.
They just called her
a prostitute and a junkie,
and that was that,
but she wasn't.
They're just bigots.
You tried to help Reg?
I gave him a copy
of Audrey's file.
The file was so thin.
It just devastated Reg to see
how little the police had done.
And then the very next day,
he shot those people.
It's my fault.
I didn't know
how angry he'd be.
Did you keep a copy
of the file?
♪
You know, you can buy
your own cigarettes
- every now and then.
- I need to see the guest
- register from last June.
- Excuse me?
The only thing
I'm offering is rooms, man.
You want one?
Look, my daughter
stayed here in June.
She was kidnapped.
- Sounds serious.
- You should call 911.
[chuckles]
Show me the register now.
All right, dude,
you're screwed.
No, no, dude,
don't shoot me, no...
[police radio chatter]
He checked the guest register
for last June.
When his daughter was here.
He's got the police file,
and he knows the leads
they didn't follow.
Well, looks like
he's following them now.
- With a vengeance.
- Everyone's failed him.
He must feel very alone
right now,
as if he's the only one that
could find his daughter.
Anybody gets in the way...
and they won't live
to tell about it.
We have the road map now.
Let's get ahead of him.
♪
- Adams?
- Yeah.
Ten pages.
That's the whole file
for a six-month investigation.
Police didn't even put
Audrey Waters' DNA
into NAMUS for a match
to unclaimed remains.
I'll get on it.
Looks like Cops in Enfield
dropped the ball on a tip.
A girl matching
Audrey's description
was seen selling jewelry
in a farmer's market in town.
This must've put Reg
in a very good mood
when the Enfield cop
showed up to evict him.
Reg probably thinks these
cops are equally responsible
for his girl's disappearance.
No wonder he went to war
against them.
Here's another lead
they dropped.
Page five... Audrey's boyfriend
Jeremy told the police
about a white pimp named Lex
who was a couple of doors down
from him at the Raintree.
He had two girls with him,
one white, one Asian.
Jeremy said Lex and the girls
had checked out
by the time he got home
and found Audrey missing.
No record Springfield PD
ever followed up.
I'll follow up.
A pimp named Lex
works the northeast.
That explains why Reg
checked the motel register.
No forwarding address
for the boyfriend.
Springfield didn't even
keep tabs on him.
Most likely Reg will be
on his way up to Maine
to look for him.
Find Jeremy.
In the meantime, if I were Reg,
I'd try to hit home base first.
♪
I got stuff from Audrey's old
room they can pull DNA from.
Good.
The dust impressions
under this frame...
It's been moved recently.
This is Paula
and Cody Sampson.
They're taking care
of Reg's place.
I'm Jess LaCroix.
Have you seen or spoken
to Reg lately?
We just take care
of the house.
Make sure the pipes
don't freeze.
It's hard to believe he did
what they're accusing him of.
We don't have anything to do
with that.
We're just trying to find him
before more people get hurt.
There's a safe under there.
Somebody's been in it recently.
If I run the prints on it,
they'll come back to one
of you, won't they?
If you're
straight up with us,
we won't have any problems.
I took money out yesterday...
All of it, $3,000...
And gave it to Reg.
I know what he did,
but I love him like a brother.
Nothing can change that.
Fair enough.
Did he tell you
where he was going?
No.
I, uh, I don't think
he knows himself.
He's been on a broken road
a long time.
Tell me.
♪
Reg wasn't a good father
to Audrey.
He walked out on her mother
when she was seven.
- He was drinking then.
- And he stopped?
Two years ago after Audrey's
mother, Diane, killed herself.
Audrey came to live with him.
It was a disaster.
Reg tried everything
to make it right with Audrey,
but he couldn't be
a good parent to her.
A man like Reg...
he didn't know how.
♪
I'm raising my daughter
on my own,
so I understand.
♪
I think this is different.
This is about the schools.
He won't understand.
- He was married to my sister.
- Try him.
Reg's father and my father
were in Indian school together.
Residential schools.
They were taken
from their parents
when they were little
and sent there.
You know what the priests
and nuns did to them in there?
I know the motto.
"Kill the Indian
to save the man."
- And worse.
- Physical and sexual abuse.
Little kids, man,
in that school for ten years.
How could our fathers grow up
and be good parents to us
after that,
when no one parented them?
It's a bad cycle,
and Reg is just caught up
in it.
Thanks for talking to us.
[somber music]
♪
I found the boyfriend
Jeremy.
He's just been released
from the hospital.
Good.
I just moved in,
and Reg shows up.
He was all pissed off
because I never told him
about the people at the motel.
He beat the crap out of me.
He thought
I was holding out on him.
People at the motel,
you mean that pimp, Lex?
Yeah, and the two girls.
You tell Reg anything
about where he could find Lex?
Maybe something
you didn't tell the cops?
- Reg wanted names.
- All I knew was Lex.
Oh, and the Asian girl,
she was called Blue.
It's probably not real.
And you know her name
because you talked to her,
right?
What else did you tell Reg
about her?
Just about her earlobe,
it was all messed up.
Like torn.
She said it was from Lex
ripping her earring off.
So we're looking
for an Asian escort,
nom de guerre Blue,
early to mid-20s,
East Coast,
with a deformed earlobe.
♪
How good can this thing be?
Well, I don't know.
I haven't used an app
to find an escort before.
So we have some contenders.
This one has a neck tattoo.
I think Jeremy
would've mentioned that.
♪
This one, Angela Blue,
her hair is covering
her earlobes.
Will you blow that up?
[mouse clicks]
Yeah.
Her earlobe
looks photoshopped.
She's in Hagerstown,
Maryland.
Let's make a date.
[police radio chatter]
Deceased is Rodney Brock,
aka Hot Rod,
priors for sex trafficking.
Somebody opened him up
with a knife.
Wits ID'd your guy
Reginald Waters.
You have Brock's photo?
Lex is white.
Reg killed the wrong pimp.
The girls with Brock,
any of them Asian?
Funny you should ask.
Your guy Waters grabbed an
Asian pro that was with Brock,
name of Angela Blue.
Any distinguishing marks
on this woman?
Apparently,
she has a messed-up ear.
But that'll be the least
of her worries now.
♪
He came in the room.
He had a big knife.
He grabbed Angela
and dragged her out.
Did he say
where he was taking her?
- "Come with me."
- That's all he said.
- And what about this girl?
- Her name's Audrey.
The man who took Angela,
that's his daughter.
He's looking for her.
- No, don't know her.
- She's lucky.
Why is that?
Someone's looking for her.
♪
- Well, thank you.
- Take care of yourselves.
Thank you.
- Another murder, a kidnapping.
- Reg is getting more desperate.
And I hope for her sake
that Angela has
some answers for him.
I'm sorry about... you know?
Wait.
Take this.
Call your parents.
They're probably
looking for you.
Audrey said you were
a really good dad.
I wasn't.
[somber music]
♪
[sighs]
♪
[sobs, yells]
♪
Nothing at the checkpoints.
New pic of my niece?
Yeah, from Diversity Day
at school.
You know, I heard about
the residential schools,
but I never asked Marilou
and Nelson about them.
They didn't go.
Their parents
kept them at home,
hid them from the priests
when they came along.
They're lucky.
My dad had a couple
of uncles that went.
Those guys are haunted.
Did they have kids?
Yeah, a few,
and they had kids.
They're all a little bit
messed up.
Multigenerational trauma.
Man hands misery to man.
Nobody heals,
they just keep passing it on.
[sighs]
You can't make a kid
feel loved and safe if
you've never experienced that.
♪
I know what
you're thinking, bro.
About your old man.
What he passed on to you.
What I might pass on
to Tali?
No, I mean,
how she cares for animals.
She cares because
she's been cared for.
You hear what I'm saying,
bro?
Tali's gonna be okay.
♪
- Staties found Angela.
- She's safe.
Reg dropped her off
at a gas station.
[suspenseful music]
- No harm, no foul, okay?
- Thanks.
It's over.
I want to go.
I understand
you're a survivor
and that's how you cope.
You dust yourself off
and you move on.
Basically, yeah.
And we respect that,
but we need you
to help us find Reg
before he harms anyone else.
He didn't harm me.
He just wanted some intel,
and once he got it,
he let me go.
What'd you tell him?
I told him what I heard.
That Audrey was killed
by a john
and Lex got rid of her body.
I don't know where.
Were you there
when Lex kidnapped her?
Yeah.
He chatted her up,
gave her a beer, roofied her.
We tried to get him
to leave her at the motel,
but I didn't want
my other ear ripped off.
Reg would've been devastated
to hear all this.
He'd want to find Lex
and he'd want to find
Audrey's remains.
Were you able to help him
with any of that?
Lex had a real serious
drug problem.
He got so strung out
he couldn't function.
He had to go stay with
his family in Pittsburgh.
You know his real name?
I know more than that.
I have a picture
of his driver's license.
♪
- Felix Erbe.
- How'd you get this?
Someone was gonna die because
of Lex's drug problem.
It seemed like something
I should have.
- Did you show that to Reg?
- Yeah.
He, uh,
he wrote everything down.
♪
Let's find him.
♪
That's what's left
of my brother.
They found him two weeks ago
off Brownsville Road.
Drug overdose.
I don't know what
to do with his ashes.
Well, I'm very sorry.
There's nothing
to be sorry for.
Felix got off easy,
all things considered.
Has anybody been here
asking about him?
This one man yesterday.
Said his daughter was
sex trafficked by Felix.
This guy?
- Yeah, that's him.
- Reg.
Oh, my God.
I let him in my house.
I sat right here with him.
Was he threatening
or menacing?
No, he was just sad.
Look, I know who
my brother was,
what he did to women.
And I'm not into forgiveness,
at least not for Felix.
So when Reg told me what Felix
did to his daughter,
I was just...
said I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry because I am.
- Is that all he wanted?
- Just to talk?
I think Reg was
maybe hoping
to find an answer
about his daughter.
And there was nothing?
It must've been a blow to him.
He said it was like
the end of the road.
Then I saw his eyes were wet
and then I started crying.
[somber music]
Honestly, all this talk
about my brother just...
Reg said I shouldn't
blame myself.
- He's right.
- What else did he say?
He said whatever made
my brother a monster
happened a long time ago.
Told me to burn
my brother's things,
that it would
break the cycle of pain
and give me an ending.
I don't know.
It was fine.
He left without any trouble.
Did he give you any idea
where he might be going?
No, he said he had to do
his own work to heal the past.
In those words?
Yup.
I'm sorry.
All this talk...
I need a minute.
Excuse me.
Heal the past.
His wife's suicide,
his failure as a parent
and as a husband,
Audrey's murder.
He's hit a dead end.
He's turning back on himself.
He wants to break the cycle.
If I were him,
I'd go see my father.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Rickey!
Come here!
You come when I call you.
Get inside.
- Go cry to your mother.
- Ow!
♪
We've kept an eye
on Leonard's house.
Not 24/7.
Too much to do
and not enough officers
to do it with.
We have Indian Country
agents available.
They're good when a crime's
been committed on the Rez,
but no crime's
been committed here.
And the idea of the FBI
setting up camp on our land
outside our people's homes?
Not gonna happen.
What's the issue between Reg
and his father?
Rocky.
I don't think Reg'd get
a helping hand from his dad.
He hasn't been around much
since his mother passed.
Leonard's remarried.
Reg has a half-brother now,
Rickey.
You should know better,
Shane,
to bring the FBI
into my house.
What's the use
of having tribal police
if every time somebody
stubs their toe,
you go running to the Feds?
Leonard,
just answer their questions.
Didn't you tell them that
Reg and I don't get along?
You did, Mr. Waters,
but you know how angry
Reg gets.
We came to warn you
that he might be coming here.
Oh, so now the government
wants to protect me?
That's a funny one.
Yeah, it's funny,
but that's our job.
Reg told someone he wanted
to break the cycle.
We thought he might
start with you.
- Let him come.
- You know, he blames me
because
he was no kind of husband,
no kind of father to Audrey.
He never just
let anything be.
He's always raising Cain.
And you look like
a scrapper yourself.
Those scratches on your neck?
How'd you get those?
My wife's
a very passionate woman.
Or maybe it was from
your other son, Rickey.
Where is he anyway?
♪
He's around,
riding his bike.
His bike is outside.
[speaks in Mohawk]
Reg took him.
Reg was here this morning,
he had a big fight
with Leonard.
I took Leonard inside
to stop the fight,
and when I went back out,
Reg was gone with Rickey.
He wouldn't let me
call the police.
He wanted to protect Reg
because he thinks that's what
a dad's supposed to do,
but you didn't protect Rickey.
♪
His name is Rickey Waters,
ten years old, 4'10",
75 pounds.
Last seen wearing
a green hoodie,
light gray parka
and running shoes.
Got all that.
All right, passing it on
to Homeland security
and New York State Police.
I've alerted the detachment
on the Canadian side
- of the reservation.
- Appreciate the help.
We got 41 square miles
here.
A lot of places
for Reg to hide.
Maybe we can narrow down
what he has in mind.
You don't know that!
You can't promise
he won't hurt Rickey!
- He won't.
- Rickey's his only blood.
You're his blood too.
I thought he was gonna
kill you.
- I know my own son.
- I raised him.
Your children will surprise
you, Mr. Waters.
I'm sure you didn't raise him
to kill people, but he did.
What were you two
fighting about?
[sighs]
Reg wanted Leonard to take him
somewhere.
I don't know where.
He said everything started
with what they did to Leonard.
Where did he want you
to take him, Mr. Waters?
Nowhere. He's always
stirring things up.
That's his nature.
Always looking
to blame other people.
I haven't seen one of those
in a long time.
Saint Kateri Tekakwitha.
Lily of the Mohawks.
Native American saint.
You're a nosy one,
aren't you?
Yeah, that's my nature.
Sweetgrass.
They'd give a cross wrapped
in sweetgrass to the Natives
when they converted
to Catholicism.
♪
You still believe?
I believe in the Creator.
How old were you
when they gave you that?
I was just a boy.
You were
in residential school.
Ah, there you go.
Just like him,
digging it all up.
Where's the sweetgrass that
was wrapped around that cross?
I don't know.
- It was there this morning.
- Maybe Reg took it.
Sweetgrass can be used as
an offering to purify a place,
and that's where
he wanted you to take him:
To where the abuse started,
to break the cycle.
- Chasing ghosts.
- Better to forget them.
What school did you go to?
[somber music]
♪
The Mush Hole.
The St. Nicholas Institute
Residential School.
Branchton, Ontario.
That's where he's going.
- This is Barnes.
- Fire up the bird.
Tell the Legat we need
immediate country clearance.
We're heading to Canada.
[suspenseful music]
[somber music]
♪
This is it.
This place
is creeping me out, Reg.
Come on.
Just keep moving.
♪
This is the one.
♪
You know what that number is?
That's our dad.
What do you mean?
This used to be a school
for kids like us.
Mohawk kids.
Our father was sent here.
First thing they did
was cut off his hair,
take away his name,
and give him a number.
They'd say,
"363, go scrub the floor!
363, stop crying
for your Ma and Pa!"
Dad was crying?
All the kids cried
all the time.
They had no toys.
They had no good food,
just mush.
That's why they call this
place the Mush Hole.
If they spoke Mohawk,
the priests would put rags
soaked in kerosene
in their mouth.
If they fell asleep
during church service,
the priests would touch them,
you know, abuse them.
[sniffles]
Those kids are all here now.
They're ghosts,
and we're gonna
do something for them.
♪
Here... write his name
over that number.
Write our father's name.
[can rattles]
[inhales]
[tense music]
♪
- We are green.
- We are green. Go.
[murmurs orders]
Go, go.
[shotgun blast]
[Rickey yells]
[shotgun cocks]
[dark music]
♪
What are you doing?
- I'm making an offering.
- For the ghosts?
This one's just for us,
for our family.
All the bad stuff
that happened here.
They hurt our father so bad,
Rickey.
Did they hit him?
They beat his body, yeah,
but they beat his soul too.
They told him his people
were low and dirty.
They made him ashamed
until he hated himself.
Is that why he's so mean?
He's mean because he didn't
have parents to love him,
not the way I see your mama
loves you.
♪
This place filled him
with rage...
Rage he passed on to me.
But I won't let it happen
to you.
Our family's been passing
the hurt in this place
from one generation to the
next, but that stops today.
[exhales]
I make this offering
to free this boy
from the curse of this place.
[distant thud]
Listen to me,
do exactly what I say.
♪
[distant thud]
- Don't shoot us!
- Please!
I won't hurt you, Rickey.
Mr. Waters, let him go.
Me and Rickey
are walking out of here.
There's 50 police out there.
SWAT, sharpshooters.
They won't let you go.
- Get back.
- Move!
♪
Reg, I'm scared.
- Don't be.
- They won't shoot you.
You all stay back or he dies.
You pull that trigger,
all bets are off.
I'm gonna ask
one last time, Mr. Waters.
Let the boy go.
[panting]
Send him to me.
[breathing hard]
Go to him.
Go!
- I don't want to, Reg.
- I wanna stay with you.
♪
Close your eyes.
Do it, Rickey!
Sing with me.
Sing me out.
♪
Don't do it, Reg.
[sings in Mohawk]
[both sing in Mohawk]
[speaks in Mohawk]
You're gonna fill that boy
with pain.
Who the hell are you?
- Agent Clinton Skye.
- I'm Kahnawake.
I saw your offering.
You broke the cycle of hurt.
Don't start another one.
[speaks in Mohawk]
[speaks in Mohawk]
He needs you
to show him the way.
Help him stay on the Red Road.
That's a good place to stand.
[speaks in Mohawk]
[somber music]
[pants]
♪
Give it to him.
Go.
♪
[handcuffs click]
♪
- We're clear, we're clear.
- [indistinct radio chatter]
I put rings in one
and hairbands in the other.
Those belong to your father.
You shouldn't have
taken them.
- I heard father.
- Am I needed?
Well, I took these
to Diversity Day
and everybody loved them,
and I was wondering if I could
keep them in my room.
Those are our
wedding baskets.
You took them to school?
You should've asked me first.
Well, sorry, but I got
an A for my presentation,
and Uncle Clinton told me
all about them.
[chuckles]
What did I do?
So, can you tell me more
about them?
[scoffs]
Your mother carried one
and it was filled with cloth,
and I carried the other one
with a little cake inside,
and then we exchanged them.
♪
The cloth meant housekeeping.
House-making, not cleaning.
And the cake meant cooking.
Yeah.
The exchange is a promise.
She makes the home,
and he provides the food.
The woman keeps a warm house
and the man hunts.
But Jess doesn't hunt,
and Angelyne...
♪
Angelyne wasn't made
for staying home.
[cell phone rings]
So, can I put
my stuff in them?
Sure.
- Yes!
- Thanks, Dad.
♪
They got a hit off
of Audrey Waters' DNA.
Her remains were found
three months ago
outside of New London,
Connecticut.
The good news,
she was processed
as a homicide.
They found unknown DNA
under her fingernails,
probably her assailant.
She went out fighting,
and now we can fight for her.
Let's bring her home.
♪
This isn't the end, okay?
We have evidence
that'll help find her killer.
We're not letting this go.
We'll tell Reginald.
It'll mean a lot to him.
Reg's real name is Reginald?
What's your real name, Dad?
You know.
I mean, the name
Grandma gave you.
♪
Kariwase.
♪
[speaks in Mohawk]
♪
[engine turns]
♪