I Will Find You

My name is David Burroughs.

I'm currently serving the fifth year of a life sentence for killing my little boy.

The thing is, I didn't do it.

Not that I'm innocent.

A father's job is to protect his child from harm.

I failed.

Matthew was murdered in his bedroom as I slept down the hall.

Knowing he died alone,

wondering why his father never came to save him.

That's my real life sentence.

I happen to be serving it here,

in the protective custody unit at Briggs Penitentiary.

Prison is designed to strip away your identity.

Your sense of self.

The man I was no longer exists.

It's why I've refused to see any visitors since arriving.

Not even family.

Especially family.

I know what they think.

With the evidence against me, what they had no choice but to think.

I don't blame them, but I don't want to see them either.

It's better for everyone to forget.

Because the past never changes.

Until one day, it does.

Open number nine!

Let's go, Burroughs.

What's going on?

You have a visitor.

Your sister-in-law, Rachel Mills.

- That can't be right. - And yet here we are.

Why anyone would visit a child killer is beyond me.

But I've learned to just roll with the crazy shit.

Let's go. Up.

If I refuse?

Oh, Burroughs, please do.

- What are you doing here, Rachel? - You look different.

Yeah, well, it's been five years.

Are you okay?

Sorry, stupid question.

Did something happen to Cheryl?

No.

No, no, she's fine. She's actually great.

Okay.

I mean, she's…

She doesn't know I'm here.

- Why are you here? - I need to show you something.

And just before I do, I know it's gonna sound crazy.

I have this friend from college, Irene. She's married, two kids, the whole thing.

A couple weeks ago,

she posted photos online of a trip they took to Six Flags in Springfield.

Including this one.

Crazy. You come down here to show me a picture of your friend and her kids?

Look closer, David.

Tell me what you see.

He…

He-He…

- He looks like Matthew. - I know.

- The birthmark's smaller. - Doctor said it'd shrink as he got older.

Only he never got older.

Which means that this is…

just a photo of a little boy that looks like Matthew, if he was still alive.

Right?

Did you show Cheryl?

No. It took her a long time to rebuild her life.

I'm not gonna blow it up over something that… can't be true.

- You wouldn't come if you didn't think... - That Matthew's somehow still alive? Yeah.

And I know how insane that sounds.

Just as insane as people thinking that I killed him in the first place.

Well, I never did.

I found him.

He was dead.

I know.

But if there's a chance,

no matter how impossible, that he is somehow still alive…

Time's up, Burroughs!

You-You need to turn the phone back on.

You need to turn it back on.

I don't need to do anything. Come on, let's go.

- Come on. - Show Cheryl.

Come on. Up!

Show Cheryl.

Let's go.

- I need to see the warden. - Again with the needs.

You're making a lot of demands today, Burroughs. I'd be careful.

Come on, let me tell him...

Can't say I didn't warn you.

Come on. Get him up.

Please.

Just talk to him.

Just let me talk to him. Please.

Oh, yeah, I'll get right on that.

Son of a bitch.

Tell me what you see.

Look closer, David.

Dad.

Wake up, Burroughs.

Warden wants to see you.

Officer Wesson filed a disciplinary report.

You wanna tell me what happened?

I asked to see you.

Doesn't sound like the kinda thing that gets you thrown into solitary.

Might have asked more than once.

Hmm.

Does this have something to do with Rachel Mills visiting yesterday?

I mean, it's been five years. What brought her out?

She showed me a photo of a young boy taken at Six Flags a few weeks ago.

And he looked like Matthew.

Like what he would look like now.

I mean exactly like Matthew.

Like, down to the... The birthmark on his cheek.

- I thought if you saw the photo... - I don't need to see the photo, David.

I get it.

Do you think you're the first lifer to grab on to some impossible idea

that this has all been some big mistake?

You're like a son to me, David.

I was at your trial.

The DNA was a match to Matthew.

- What about Rachel? - What about her?

She's a respected journalist. Maybe she's onto something.

She was a respected journalist.

She got fired from the Globe a few years ago.

What happened?

I don't know the details.

She's Cheryl's sister. She's... She's not gonna drag up the past.

Well, Rachel's not my concern. You are.

You think it's a coincidence you ended up in my prison?

I pulled strings to get you here,

and I promised your old man I'd look out for you.

Then help me.

Look, you've got friends in the BPD. You could ask them for the murder book.

- You can't be serious. - Listen to me.

In five years, I've never asked you for anything.

And you never had to. I care about you, David.

The moment you think there's a way out, this place breaks you.

It's not about getting out. It's just that I know something no one else does.

What?

That I'm innocent.

Someone else was there that night.

Prisoner's ready.

Matthew's dead, David.

No photograph's gonna change that.

Stella, can you come in here, please?

Can you clear my schedule for today?

Yes, sir. Anything else?

Yeah, book me on the next flight to Boston.

Hey, Soph.

Hey.

- Good to see you, Adam. - How are you?

- Good, how are you? - Yeah, good.

Wow, look what the cat dragged in.

Hey, Sophie.

You're looking well.

Always a charmer. Why didn't you call?

Oh, yeah. That's a good question.

Can't a guy visit his friend without having some secret agenda?

Yeah, he can. But you have one, Dad.

It was a last minute-thing. How's he doing?

Well, you know my brother.

He's more worried about the Sox making the playoffs than he is the cancer.

Um, where's Lenny at?

- In the living room. - Okay.

- Uh, give me a minute? - Yeah.

Don't ask me.

Two on and nobody out.

Another base hit…

I wish I could sit around and watch the game in the middle of the day.

Not with how these clowns are playing.

Adam's outside with Sophie. Hope you don't mind we dropped by.

Guess it depends on why.

Mm, I was in the neighborhood.

Last time I checked, Briggs was in Maine, not Boston.

David came to see me.

He, uh… He wants a copy of Matthew's murder book.

Why?

It's been five years. Why ask for it now?

He always said he was innocent.

I think a part of him even believes it.

He's my son. I want to believe it.

But we both know better.

What?

I've come across every kind of killer imaginable at Briggs.

You know, plenty claim they're innocent. Most claim they've changed.

But Lenny, there's something in their eyes when they talk to you.

Something that can't be erased with time or meds or religion.

It's like a…

It's like a snake, you know, under a rock.

It's always there.

- But with David... - So now you believe him?

Maybe I'm just getting old.

You sure there's nothing in that file that can come back on us?

How could it?

Nothing we did that night changed a damn thing.

Hey, Pops, what's going on?

It's probably better that you don't know.

Yeah, I'm sure you're right, but why don't you tell me anyways?

Rachel Mills came to visit David yesterday.

Rachel?

About what?

Matthew.

David thinks he's still alive.