The District Attorney

Lindell: Hello, Son.

Kyle: Can I help you?

Lindell: That's what I'm hoping. Mind if I come in? INT. WATERMAN RESIDENCE - SAME Lindell enters, glancing curiously about.

Lindell: Parents around?

Kyle: No. Dad's in town.

Lindell: Hmm. Lindell turns to him, a grim look.

Lindell: Kyle. My name's Lindell Parks. I'm the District Attorney for the Portland area. I've come out here on a very difficult mission. Lindell hands him a photo -- a mug shot of the Reverend Ardis Jenkins. Kyle freezes.

Lindell: Recognize this man? The eyes. It’s all in the eyes.

Lindell: You remember him from church, don't you? 61.

Kyle: Yes. Hesitation. A victim’s subtle blush.Lindell knows.

Lindell: He's in jail, Kyle. Done some real bad things. I'm here because I want to make sure he stays there. Lindell watches him differently -- against a chorus of pouring rain.

Lindell: Do you have any idea what he might have done wrong?

Kyle: No.

Lindell: He abused kids, Kyle. Sexually.

Kyle: Really? Glad you put him away.

Lindell: Well, that's the problem, Kyle. We haven't put him away. Got plenty of victims back in Portland, but no one's willing to testify. Lindell hesitates, disgusted by his own arriving thought.

Lindell: He'll probably walk.

Kyle: So you came here?

Lindell: Right.

Kyle: All I can say is that I wish I could help you. But I can't. Lindell tenses his lip, frustrated, gives him a card.

Lindell: Keep this. Any information, you know, anytime. 62.