You were listening to Strawberry Spring, based on a short story by Stephen King. M I couldn't leave my eyes. I stood there staring at the two of them. The currents were a mess. Mrs Curran's cheeks were swollen from crying. Here you go, ask I have a tissue. I could see the puffiness. The whites of her eyes, well what was left of them, anyway, were bloodshot. She had crow's feet around the corners of her face, nothing unexpected considering
how much time had passed. Even still, when I looked at her, I could see the same woman that I saw all those years ago in the New Sharon Home for Boys. She was a mere image of her younger self. In a weird way. She hadn't changed a bit. She would damage been shattered back then, a woman who would never have her own children, but she had a glimmer of hope when she was looking for a child to adopt. Now there was no hope left. She wouldn't be the
woman who couldn't have babies. Instead, she would be the mother who adopted and no longer had a daughter. Here I have some water. Please say believe me when I tell you we have the entire department on this thank you. Mr Curran's voice cracked. He was trying to be the strong one. He wasn't even close. He was all we had. He was her only daughter. The irony was palpable here
I was standing right in front of them. In another life, I would have been their son, a thirty year old man with a child of his own on the way, but instead their daughter, Marcia, the latest victim of spring heel jack. It's hard to believe was one alternate decision. They would have never needed to know the pain of losing a daughter, and I would have had to know the pain of being unwanted, of being left behind a fence for myself in an orphanage. Do you really think?
Do you really think it's the same man from all those years ago? We do? But why? Why? Now? Why would he come back after all this time? Why are Marcia? I don't understand. I wish I could say something to make you feel better. We're all here last time, and we're going to do everything we can to help find him and stop him. Please don't despair, Mr Mrs. Current police work has come a long way in the past
few years. I have a file right here with the full side report on the oiler disassociative behavior, obsessive compulsive disorder, possible child to trauma, physical and psychological abuse. He's a textbook serial killer. We will find him this time and bring him to justice. Henry here is an expert on spring Hill Jack. We have the latest forensics techniques, and between the citywide man hunt and our determination, there's no way he's going to get away. Isn't that right, Henry Um? Yes,
Chief Spencer is right. Please please don't despair. Don't despair. I wonder if that's what I should have echoed to the currents. Don't despair. They'll find her body. Don't despair. She probably didn't feel a thing. Don't despair. There's plenty more orphans to go around. Don't despair. Hi, everyone, I don't know if you can hear me. I replaced the transistor on my hands, so hopefully this pose well, here goes. I have some news. President Kennedy says they'll be launching
a Saturn rocket before the end of the year. How neat would that be in sports? For just a few months away from the beginning of baseball season. Spring training has already started, and some people are saying the Yankees have what it takes to win the one World Series. In other news, Henry Denton was left behind at a new share in home for boys. It's looking like you'll
never get adopted. But why would anyone adopt him? He's a teenager with lingering psychological issues from seeing his mother and brother die right in front of his very eyes. He sustained head injuries and his emotional scars run deep. Isn't that right, Henry? What hi, Henry? Are you doing? Okay? Um? Yeah, fine, I guess don't despair. We'll find a home for you. Yet. I hate to have to break the news to you.
What news. I don't know if you've heard. But the Currents who you met last week, Yes, I remember them. They decided that adopting a teenager right now might be too much for them, and I figured, I hope you understand. It's all about finding the right fit. But chin up, there's always families looking to adopt. Like I said, we'll find a home for you, yet, just wait and see. Don't despair. The Headmaster was a kind man. I'm pretty sure somewhere deep down inside he felt for all of
us boys. He tried his best to go room to room instead of making an announcement over the p A system. I think he figured it was a little more personal, like some sort of surrogate father and Sun chat by the fireplace. Isn't that right, Henry? I said, isn't that right, Henry? Yes, of course, don't despair Mr and Mrs Current. For all intents and purposes, the Currents were too total strangers. But somehow I couldn't help thinking we were connected. Maybe we
were in more ways than one. What would my life had been like had they adopted me? Fate was cruel. Fifteen years later and here they were standing right in front of me. Thank you. Yes, we appreciate all of your help. Now I remember you. You haven't changed. Excuse me. The Home for Boys Henry Henry Hartigan, Oh, I'm sorry. My last name is Denton. I was coincidentally at the orphanage. But you must have mistaken me with one of the other boys. No, I'm sure it's you. It's in your eyes.
Are you okay? Yeah? There must have been another Henry at the boys phone. It was so long ago, I can't remember either that, or they were so busy looking for someone to adopt. They went somewhere else, whatever it was, I feel bad for them. They have my sympathy. I didn't have much sympathy for them. If I'm being honest with myself, I'm not sure I felt any sympathy for them at all. But that's when she Spencer interrupted. I didn't want to bring this up with the currents here,
but we should go see Dancy. What do you mean we haven't been a holding sale downstairs. He was picked up right before they came in. Do you really think he's spring heel jack? Let's go find out for ourselves. Where are we going? Holding sales are in the BASEBA and knew me well enough to tell with one glance. Seeing the currents change my demeanor. Are you okay? Do you look like you've seen a ghost? I nodded her way. I wanted to say something, but what I feel more
like the ghosts just saw me. Follow me. Dancy cell is just a back Oh my god. We got to Dancy's holding cell and what we saw was jarring. Time had not been kind to John Dancy. His hair was long, scraggly, and unkept. He was filthy, wearing a beat up and blood stained army jackets streaked with dirt. His fingernails had grime under them, and his teeth were stained yellow and chipped. He stood there with a hunch that made him look like an old man, not someone in their late twenties.
It was hard to wrap my head around who were what I was seeing. I didn't know him well back at school. Wasn't that long ago? What could have happened in eight short years that could have transformed him into this? Take a good look. He's our number one suspect, John, that's whatever it mean? Hurt you? Why would we do that? And realized right away what I failed to see. The blood on his jacket wasn't from a murdered victim. It was his. The cops had been the ship out of him.
When he turned to the light, we saw his face. His eyes were swollen, not like Mrs Curran's, though Dancy's swelling was from the bare knuckles of New Sharon's finest. He must have been in that cell for hours. They say, if you corner a wounded animal, the best way to keep them from attackinginess to make eye contact. I didn't think Dancy was going to attack anyone, not in the shape he was in. Plus he was behind bars, but none of that stopped an from making the effort. What
happened to you? I'll tell you what happened to him? He refused to confess. How long has he been in here? Not long? A few hours at most, Henny, can you form me a cup of water? Here? You got there, thirsty? What happens here? I'll tell you what happened to him. We picked him up and he resisted arrest, and the officers they did what they had to do in order to bring him in. You beat the ship out of me, You and your fucking pigs. You're lucky you still have
breath in your lungs after what you've done. Come closer. I want to make sure you can hear me. This close enough, plenty, I'm gonna make sure you fry for what you've done. You and Alma Laura, you're fucking crazy, old man. I've been telling him for hours. I didn't do anything. I didn't kill anyone. I mean I did, but but what they were orders I had to I had to kill. But it was Vietnam. They gave me orders. They were orders. I didn't have a choice. They may
be kill. It was hard to watch. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. I took Anne and the Chief aside. This guy is not a killer. Look at him, Chief Spencer, you're grasping at straws. This guy has damaged goods. That's exactly my point. Come on, the ward did amend if he was spring Hill Jack? Do you think he'd be suffering like this over his time in Vietnam? Jack loves what he does. He lives for it. He takes
pleasure in killing. We're looking at a man that's been weduce drugs and alcohol in order to live with what he's done, not what he wants to do. Chief Spencer didn't like hearing what we had to say. Chief. I know your history with this case is personal. We were friends with Chelsea too, So I'm going to cut you some slack. You're gonna cut me some leg If you don't have a reason to hold Dancy, let him go.
If he's here tomorrow with just one new bruise, I'll make sure you're on the front page of every paper in New England as the poster boy for police brutality. I hope I've made myself clear. Let me make myself clear. I want to know where he was last night, and I want to know where Ama Lara is, and if it turns out either one of them had anything to do with this, then you'll have something to print. Let's go, Henry.
We'll be back first thing in the morning. If you find Ama Lara, let us not JAF Spencer has lost it. I know Dancy didn't kill anyone. Am Lara isn't going to turn anything up either. Where your part, I'll walk into your car. What are you gonna do? I'm going home. Rachel is alone. She's gonna have pay be any day now. The last thing she needs is for me to be out until all hours of the night, chasing the goats of Christmas past. M Laura will turn up, but it
won't matter. He's not going to be the guy. That's to say. I'm sure you're right. Dancy is a mess. He couldn't plant a murder scene like always thought. Tonight let alone went eight years ago. When I look at him, I don't think he could tell you what he had for lunch. I'll do you one better. I don't think he ate lunch. Come on, Skinna late, I cannot tell you how much I hate this fog. It hasn't been this bad since since when since five women were murdered
since spring heeled Jack got away. Since I had a migraine since the murders, Yeah, since then, I'll talk to you in the morning. Drive carefully best. I watched the red tail lights disappear into the fog. I got a chill up my spine. My visions started to blur. I knew feeling like when an old friend comes to visitor, except this one was uninvited. The pain was searing into
the back of my brain. My ears started to ring, and I could feel the pressure building up through my head like a tea kettle, except there's nowhere for the steam to go. My hands clenched in A rage of pain started to wash over me. That's when I heard my name, Mattery, Henry Datton. Is that you. I turned and saw a shadow running out of the police station. It was the outline of a man, but I wasn't sure why he was running towards me. Your wife just called.
She needs you to come home right away. She's going into labor um ship. I raced across the lot. Each time my feet hit the pavement, the pain amplified. But before I got to my car, I saw a shadow under the street line on the opposite side of the parking lot. It's starting to come closer. It's the shadow of the man, the same shadow I saw at the porphanage, the same shadow from school, the same shadow that's been following me my entire life. In the dark. I can
barely see them. Where are they? They're there? Are I've bent over to grab hive. That's when I heard the voice, familiar and distant, all at the same time. Henry, is that you? I recognize that, police, but it can't be. It's impossible. Tonight of all nights, ghosts all coming back to hunting first hand, then Chief Spencer, Mr Curran, Mrs Curran, John Dancy, one ghost after another. Why now? Who is that coming closer? My head hurts. I haven't had a
headache like this year's. The pain is unbearable, and not since the last killings, not since the first time Spring Heeled Jack showed up. My god, I would do I didn't think to make the pain go away. It is you? Who is it? Who's there? I can see him, but I can't believe my eyes. I missed you, Henry, Dad, You're alive, Henry, Henry, Henry, wake up? What are you doing here? Those are my boys. You're not taking them from me. You can't have them. You can't even be here.
I know what you did. The army was here. It's not true. They're liars and scared. It's okay. Can here, stay close to me. He's got a mom. Liars. They said you killed five women then went a wall. Where have you been all this time? They were in an encampment. Commies. The army was worried about. Goddamn commies. They showed me the reports after you went missing. There were civilian and women living in a village. You slaughtered them all. They weren't a threat. Everyone was a threat. It was war.
Stop it. You're scaring the boys. Hey, it's okay, boys, Daddy's home. Everything's gonna be just fine. Okay. Where can it be? A family again? Hello? Operator? Get me the police. What are you doing? Yes, this is an emergency. Get off the phone. Hang up on my head. Don't look stay under the table, Dad, Leave her alone? Are you okay? Henry? Grab my car keys? Hello? Hello, is anyone there? Let's go before he gets up or come out. Mommy. I know you are honey, I am too, but we have
to hurry up and leave before she get sucked. Ah, I'm bleeding, and I what you do with me? Stay away from us. That look in your eyes you have it to Henry. You can't help yourself. What are you talking about? You're just like me. Get your hands off me. That rage, I know that feeling. Fuck you, come one voice. We have to go back here, you bitch. I'll kill you before you take my son's Just keep your head down. Mom. Where are we going? Your green parents sleeping? But he
knows that's where we'll go. I don't know where else to go. Your grandfather will help you. Mommy can't behind. Does go faster? Come on, I know, Henry, it's just hard to see through the fog. Mom, look at it. Dad. I always said women make bad drivers. Momas, she's no exception. Stay stay away from her. I hope you're happy now, Mama, Mama, Mama, Jr. Henry, Hey, can you hear me? O? My god? Where am I? Henry? It's cold out? Come on, let me help you up.
It was you. You're the reason they died. You were chasing us now, I remember you killed them. You killed them. It's cold out. Let's not attract attention. Come on, let's get in the car where it's warm. Let's talk about it. What's what? What's wrong? It's been almost fifteen years. I blamed myself. I didn't see the deer. I thought it was my fault. They died. Oh my head, it hurts. You've been alive all this time, son, that was a long time ago. I've changed, okay. I've come to make
peace with you with my past. I'm not violent anymore. We can get past. Why did you deal? I did what you taught me to do, Henry, I need an ambulance of the parking lot now, Hey, their new share. Night's DJ Kevin Hard to get here for all your late night knees. It's a cool night out tonight. The fog is rolled in and it's another amazing strawberry spring. A quick check of the calendar because it's March thirty one. You know what that means, don't you, Henry, Tomorrow is
able Fool's day. Spring break is here. It's almost eight years to the day spring Yale Jack disappeared into the fog. Shut up, I can, Henry. I'm here for you. I've always been here for you. Or have you forgotten? Hey? This is Kevin Hartigan I'm not sure you can hear me. Here, I just got my hand radio working d J. Kevin Hartigan here the voice of New Share in college with the latest music. Here we are again, Henry. You don't remember, do you? Ah? Home, sweet home? I'm done. I mean
to you ship, Rachel. Where are you upstairs in the bathroom. I'm on my way. Yes, Oh thank god? You are you okay? We need sorry my water brook. Where's your bag? Never mind, I see it. Come on, I'll help me downstairs. Stay focused. There's just a few nuts from the hospital. Come on, come on, just be careful. We don't want to get into Henry. Henry, wake up, Henry. It's me, Kevin. You still have time? Oh my head? What the hell we happened? We happened you and me? Look at Rachel.
You should be put around of oistory, just like you did with mom. Mom. What are you talking about? Who are you? You don't remember? Don't worry, It'll all come back to you. It's me, Henry. It's Kevin. Don't hear remember I'm your brother? Yeah? Did it? A Strawberry Spring executive produced by Lee Metzger, Jared Goodstadt, and Philip Albert Stat written and directed by Lee Metzger, starring Garrett Headland, My Love and Amelia Horizon, Gardiola, Sydney s Enie Ken Marino,
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