Casefield

Thank you. Jonathan is a beloved member

of this flock. I know his family misses

him very much and we are praying day and

night for his steadfast return. We're

working day and night too so if you are

available please help us. Give the church

a call. St. Anthony's. Call us anytime.

We pray that Jonathan

is reunited with the

Becker family again.

I read something I quite

liked. It made me feel less empty.

Our love will not grow only diminishing

as the ones we love wither away.

You know, people tend to look at the past

like a tether. It grounds them. When it

gets too tight it very well could be the

thing that holds them back. Maybe?

You'd consider a little subtlety. Oh, Yeah. Yeah.

Comfortably numb. Yeah, keep everyone.

And everything away.

Spin whatever you can't control.

That's part of the deal right?

Entertain your audience.

You're the one who wanted to speak with me?

Remember when you approached me about.

Investigative journalism?

Okay?

Well..

Integrity and reporting

seldom go hand in hand.

Former colleague reach out to me

requesting I evaluate his son.

Missing quite a while. Now,

I don't ask for a lot. Hardly. But it's a

case, Carter. It's a

chance for you to dig through

documents, collect statements, get

experience. You want me to build my

credibility? Yes. But

first there's things you're going to have

to learn. Afterwards,

they..It get's murky.

Are you fucking serious? Why me? Because you take.

Because you take advantage of opportunities.

But it's a case, Carter. It's a chance to.

Dig through files, collect.

Statements, get experience.

Why me?

Ruin of a place, right? That's what.

People think. Not coming.

Around till they need something.

You would have me believe that you are a

young man who has lived a

lifetime. But maybe we've

lived the same life. CARTER: I'm here. You're in

good standing at the university. You're

surely connected with writers with

experience. I decided to

take a gamble on the words of an

old friend. Results. Results speak about

character. But it's your history.

Careful. THOMAS: You see? You get it.

Everyone else is just smoke screens. And.

Men like you and I, we look

right through it. And maybe that

can come at any age. CARTER: I hope not.

Do you revel in public perception,

Mr. Williams? Prejudice has a

bitter taste, doesn't it? Listening to

you speak, hearing the

cracking in your teeth. What do you mean to do with this information?

I seek no retribution. However, I am accountable.

My failure.

Where do I start?

He told everyone he moved on.

But kept a storage unit of his son's stuff.

Letting go isn't simple. I understand that.

Sweet in air and

water. Gone in the breeze

of the long hour. How I would only grow

in love, kindness, and

eternity for you and I are nothing but flowers.

I spoke with Thomas extensively.

Yeah, that struck a chord here.

The hand that protects the children tightened..

What do you want to know?

How was his performance in class?

He interact with fellow students, clubs,

activities, that sort of thing.

You know, it's funny. He got along with

anyone in class. He was one

of the ones you didn't have to

worry about, you know? Most kids just

want to fit in. But he was

kind.

Seemed optimistic.

Talked about the future ever?

He wanted to go into astronomy, to my

knowledge.

People talk, right? What'd the family say?

Responsibility is a burden to children.

Thomas was diagnosed with MS,

devoted sacrifice. They both did.

Mia?

Vigilance comes at a price, I'm afraid.

What are you trying to get out of this?

I don't know.

That's okay.

What did people say, Ellie?

That he got lost in the

woods. Conjecture anyway.

Most kids just want to fit in. But he was kind.

I don't think my thoughts are.

Clear. I don't think

I'm articulate or well spoken. So what is.

My mind? What are my.

Thoughts trying to achieve?

Traveling backwards isn't nearly as hard.

When everything is

archived, everything is saved.

What the hell is this?

That's what's left after the flood.

I want him to tell me.

Why now? All these years gone.

Why now?

For with much wisdom comes much sorrow.

The more knowledge, the

more grief. Ecclesiastes

1:18. I started to think.

What difference would knowing make?

Even ma'am you recognize him?

Know anything about that?

No mister, I haven't seen him. You don't remember

anything out of the

ordinary back then? No, no, sir.

Thanks for your time.

Hey.

Hey.

Wow.

You kept them all.

Yeah.

Well, I don't know if I should be

impressed or if I should, you know,

contact some type of hotline, you know,

Hoarder support group.

Hmm.

New York seems a world

away sometimes, doesn't it?

You're different.

A little too late, right?

No, of course not.

I wanted to surprise you.

Look at this one.

- This one? - Mm-hmm.

I know this one all right.

I started this when you were

young and you were so sick.

Vomiting all over your mother and me.

This poor little girl who

only really ate three things.

Nothing would stay down.

Yeah.

Through it all, the only thing you ever

really wanted, that you only asked for,

was a postcard from your dad.

You always wrote me poems on the back.

I did.

I had to buy shoes.

I had to buy new shoes.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, wake up.

Shit.

Hello?

Uh.

Uh, okay, I don't know what happened.

Uh.

I found theses.

Pictures in Jonathan's stuff.

You recognize her?

I don't know her.

We must have photograph the whole town.

That's what you got up to,

but how did you end up here, I mean.

Everyone considers going

elsewhere, but you stayed.

Fertility of responsibility.

Binding us to our relationships.

How's that?

Ambition cripples them.

That's ridiculous.

Ask your questions.

Alright.

What's the last thing

you spoke to Jonathan?

Altered boys.

That's what we did.

They searched.

Till it lost all hope.