MAN: They say it's
30 degrees out there, man.
Yeah, no wonder nobody's out.
Oh, wait.
What's that over there?
( siren blares momentarily )
Hey, party's over, sweetheart.
Hey, lady, party's over.
Excuse me, miss.
Hey, lady, what are you doing?
Ma'am, it's below freezing out here.
You need a lift home?
You been out tonight? Partying?
Get a little too crazy?
Hold on a second, ma'am.
I have to go.
Hold on. Ma'am?
Let go of me! Ma'am. Hey, hey!
( shrieks )
Where's your ID, lady?
I don't know.
Huh? Where is your ID?
Don't touch me.
What's your name, lady?
I don't know!
Uh-huh.
I talked to him last week.
When was his last treatment?
Yeah, I understand.
Okay.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Jack, can I talk to you for a sec? Sure.
I just got a call from a friend of mine
in Social Services. She's got a girl over
at City View Psychiatric who has no ID, no recollection of who
she is, where she came from.
She's an amnesiac?
Yeah. And this qualifies her
as a missing person how?
It would be a favor.
You don't need me. Knock yourself out.
Great. I'm just going to do a prelim.
If there's nothing I can do, I'll come right back.
Okay. Thanks.
WOMAN: She came in
five nights ago.
Perfectly normal when you talk to her.
Knows who's president,
who Madonna is, what 9/11 was.
But nothing about herself?
Zero.
That's her over there.
The doctors think it could be triggered
by some intense emotional trauma.
The amnesia develops as a defense mechanism.
The nurses nicknamed her Donna.
Why?
She had on Donna Karan perfume.
And she's in good health.
The CT scan was clean.
She's been tested
for dementia, intoxication,
symptoms of neurological disorder, all negative.
And do you think
she could be faking it?
I doubt it.
A lot of people get here starving,
looking for three hots and a cot.
But she was clean and well-fed.
I've been doing this a while, Sam.
She's not like any of my other cases.
She doesn't belong here.
Somebody out there has to be missing her.
( indistinct chatter )
Hi.
My name's Samantha Spade.
I'm, uh..
Is there something that I could possibly call you?
My name would be great.
What are those?
Cockroaches.
Wh-wh-what are you doing with them?
Categorizing.
There are four species
of roaches in New York.
This dump has three.
How do you know that?
That's what I'm trying to figure out.
I thought maybe if I followed it through,
I might remember something.
Any luck?
I'm still stuck in this dump, so what do you think?
Okay, um...
I'm going to need to go over some details with you.
Uh...
Cops said they picked you up on the Lower East Side.
Do you remember that?
I already told the other doctors
all of this like ten times.
I'm not a doctor.
I'm a federal investigator.
I work missing persons cases.
We may have you in our system.
( scoffs )
"System."
All right, look.
Here's the thing.
I'm here as a favor.
If you want to figure out who you are,
I can probably help you.
If you don't... I'm done here.
Okay.
It's all vague and patchy.
I remember waking up on the street.
I started walking.
I remember being at a newsstand and ...
Watch it, lady.
...I realized I was lost.
I couldn't recognize a single thing.
Do you remember any distinguishing things
about this newsstand, around the newsstand?
Anything like that?
No.
It's like...
having a word at the tip of your tongue,
but... it's not a word.
It's your entire life.
It's been five days already.
Why hasn't anyone come to find me?
They probably don't know where to look.
Could you, uh... excuse me for a minute?
This is a really good start.
Excuse me.
Well, what do you think?
Uh...
what happens to her
if I can't help her?
No money, no relatives, she'll be sent to a group home.
And without therapy to help her remember,
she'll get lost in the system.
Sam, I know you're going way out on a limb here,
but I could really use your help with this one.
All right. I'm going to head back to the office.
I'm gonna run it by the other agents.
I'm gonna see how far we can take it.
Thanks. Really.
Sure.
( knocking on door )
Come in.
What the hell is going on here?
I'm just sorting through some things here.
I just got a call from the hospital.
They tell me that you're suffering from kidney failure
and that you're refusing treatment.
I already talked to the other doctors.
I don't need a second opinion,
so thank you very much.
Dad, it's me.
It's your son.
Jack.
Oh, Jack, I...
What are you doing? Look, by refusing dialysis,
you could be dead in a couple of days.
You have any idea what you're doing?
Look, I don't need your help! What the hell
is wrong with you? What do you want from me?
Wh-what is going on?
I don't see any reason to stick around anymore, all right?
Oh, please, will you just spare me the dramatics?
I'm wasting away here.
I'm losing my mind half the time.
I see my grandkids once a year.
You stroll in here
every couple of weeks. All we do is fight.
What the hell do I need it for?
Why didn't you call me?
Why? So you could try to tell me what to do?
I don't tell you what to d...
What the hell were you going to do?
Were you just going to curl up in a ball
and die on the floor?
No, but I'm going out
with as much dignity as I have left,
and besides, it's not your problem.
Like hell it isn't.
Hello, Mack. Anything yet?
Uh... No, not exactly, but I-I did narrow down
the unsolved MP files,
based on, you know, gender, age, skin tone.
Okay.
That left me with over
a thousand candidates for facial recognition.
How far back are you going? Two years.
Okay, focus on the last two months, all right?
And you see that?
Her roots are very dark,
so let's do brunettes before any other head color.
Can you do that for me?
I sure can. Excellent.
Elena.
Yep.
How's it going in there?
Slow and steady.
You know how it is.
Is Jack here?
I haven't seen him. Why?
Are we supposed to treat this like a real case?
I guess.
I mean, theoretically, she could be
a missing person. Oh.
Like, I got a description of her clothes.
Does it mean anything to you?
Dress by Nicole Miller, shoes by Manola B-Blahnik.
It means "expensive" in Italian.
Oh. She's not poor, this girl.
This is what I think.
She went out on a date.
The guy raped her and she ran.
Well, that could be enough to trigger the amnesia.
I ran her prints and DNA through DMV
and the Victim's Database.
Got nothing.
Well, I've got a couple local TV stations running her picture,
so maybe we'll get a hit that way.
I hope.
As you know, the Alzheimer's
is progressing at a pretty fast clip.
His dementia is worse.
Last week he had a bladder infection.
Yeah, I understand all that.
I just want to know can we have him declared incompetent?
We can.
Um, can you draw up a document for me?
You want to force him to get treatment?
Look, he's in no condition to make this decision himself.
I'm going to need the document as soon as possible,
so I can get it to my lawyer.
I'll be back in a few minutes.
Thank you.
What's going on?
Give me a hand with this, would you?
What-what... what's all this?
It's the biggest day of my life.
I want to look good.
What do you think, huh?
( laughs )
Uh...
Come on.
Well... How do I look?
You look handsome.
Yeah. Thank you.
Did I... did I show you the ring?
No.
Oh, let me show it to you here. Here.
That's-that's beautiful.
Do you think she'll say yes?
I'm pretty sure she will, yeah.
You know, she's the best thing
that ever happened to me.
Really?
Yeah.
Did I ever tell you how we met?
No. Let me help you with that.
Yeah, because I... you know, I'm so nervous.
Just-just stand still.
I'll do this.
So, um,
so tell me.
Tell you what?
How you met. How you and Mom met.
Mom?
Yes, your wife, Doris.
I'm not going to talk about that, that's personal.
Okay.
Look, where's the car,
because I don't want to be late.
You know what?
The car, the car's coming around the front.
Why don't we just sit down and wait for it.
Okay?
Yeah.
Sure.
But you know, I want to catch her
before she gets off work.
You'll catch her.
Yeah.
Trust me, you'll catch her.
DANNY: You taking your daily vitamin?
That fall I took on the Max Cassidy case
kind of jacked my hip up again.
I'm just taking care of business.
What's up? NYPD called.
They got a guy who said he spotted our girl.
So Viv and I are gonna go check it out.
Great.
Okay.
Mr. Aurio?
Yes.
That is my name.
You say you remember seeing this woman?
Yes.
I remember the blood on her coat.
What do you mean blood on her coat?
I was closing up the stand.
She came walking from that way.
Miss?
Miss, are you all right?
Do I know you?
I don't think so.
Who are you?
Where am I? Are you hurt, Miss?
Oh, my God.
Should I call the police? No!
No, Miss. Don't hurt me!
Miss. Please...
( screams )
Please...
Did you offer to help her?
Did you call 911?
She didn't want my help.
What about the coat?
Yes, let me show you.
I-I threw it in there.
In there? Yes.
Yes, that's it.
That's the one.
That's a lot of blood.
Hey, anything on the coat?
The lab should have the prelims soon.
Does she have injuries consistent
with that much blood?
Not that I could tell, and not
according to the medical report.
So she committed or witnessed a violent crime.
She could be faking the amnesia to not get caught.
I don't know.
I just, I can't tell with this girl.
Well, we also found a Metro card and some coupons
in her coat pocket.
If she is rich, she's not spending her money
on food.
ELENA: Okay. I call the MTA.
I'll run the Metro card and concentrate on her stops.
( phone rings ) Hang on.
Johnson.
Right.
Okay.
Yeah, thanks.
Prelims just came in from the lab.
The blood on the coat
was B-negative.
I downloaded a list of violent crimes
reported that night
in the same area. So over here.
There was a man found murdered the next morning
off 10th and Broadway.
The blood type is B-negative.
10th and Broadway, that's what, 12 blocks
from where she was found?
Yeah.
What do you think?
Go talk to her.
See what you can find out.
But if this is a murder case,
you've got to turn it over to NYPD.
Okay.
( phone rings ) Oh.
Yeah.
Viv, where you been? I called you twice.
I left two messages.
Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. I was about to call you back,
but then we got a hit on the case.
Okay, fine.
Look, can you do me a favor.
Can you call your doctor?
The heart specialist?
Ask him who the best kidney doctor in the city is.
For you?
No, it's not for me.
It's, uh... Could you just do it, please?
Is there a specific problem I could talk to him about?
I can't get into it. Could you please do it?
Okay.
Thank you.
Dad?
Dad.
Dad?
Dad, where are you?
Frank?
( rumbling )
Frank?
I'm sorry, Dad.
Please, I didn't mean to break the chair.
I'll pay for it. I'll do anything.
But don't, don't... please, don't hit me.
I'm not going to hit you, Frank.
You always say that but-but...
I promise.
Forget about the chair.
No one is going to hit you.
I just sat in it. I don't know what happened.
It doesn't matter. We'll fix it.
We'll fix the chair, okay? ( knocking )
Who's that?
Just give me a second.
Someone's there. Who's that?
Forget it. Just come out.
No, no.
( knocking )
Just stay there, okay?
( knocking )
Yeah?
I got those papers you needed.
If you could just sign here.
I didn't mean to break the chair.
I'm so sorry.
Who's there?
Thank you.
SAMANTHA: It's yours.
You were seen wearing it the night you were picked up.
Do you remember that?
Sorry, I don't recognize that.
Okay,
what about
this man?
Hey.
I need you to look
at this picture.
This man was stabbed seven times.
Why is that my problem?
Because the blood on your coat matches his blood type.
I told you that's not my coat!
His name is Raymond Salas.
Does that sound familiar to you?
Nothing seems familiar, all right?
I don't know him. I never met him.
There is something you are not telling me. Back off!
I don't know what happened to you, but you remember something,
and if you don't tell me what it is, I'm going to have
to assume that you are
guilty of murder.
Do you understand that?
They're just images, okay?
I thought they were a nightmare.
Describe them to me.
I'm in an alley.
There's a red door and a fire escape,
and this man.
( screaming )
He's assaulting me.
What does he want?
I don't know.
But we're not alone.
Who else is with you?
( woman screaming )
( electrical buzzing )
( bees buzzing )
Okay.
Let me get this straight.
There were, there were bees?
Yes.
No.
I don't know.
All I know is that I had to defend us.
I had to.
I stabbed him.
No!
( gasping )
( screaming )
Oh, my God.
No!
SAMANTHA: What happened to the boy?
( gasping )
He was suffocating.
Did you stab the man or did you stab the boy?
The man. I stabbed him.
I killed him.
Okay, these are 360 degree shots
of the location where Raymond Salas was killed.
Donna described an alley,
but this is clearly a parking lot.
She mentioned a red door and a fire escape.
These buildings have neither.
And she said she heard subway sounds,
but I checked the MTA map,
and the closest train crosses four blocks from there.
As far as the little boy goes, we got nothing.
Chances are we'll find him before we find a swarm of bees
in Manhattan in December.
All right, so what,
she confesses to a murder she didn't commit?
Maybe she prefers Rikers over City View.
What about the little boy? Did she give you anything else?
No.
It's the first time she talked about him.
Hmm, you know, maybe he's a runaway.
I'll go ahead and check with NYPD.
We could get lucky and he could be a witness.
Or a victim.
Sam.
Yeah?
You're going to have to call the DA.
You've got a confession
to an open murder case.
Let me talk to her first.
I think she's just confused.
It's not our problem.
SAMANTHA: The things you describe don't match
his murder.
So what?
So I don't think you killed him.
What the hell does that matter?
It matters because unless we find out
what really happened to you, the DA will press charges.
You'll be declared incompetent,
and you'll wind up back here,
locked up as a ward of the State.
Then your job is done.
Excuse me?
You want to help me find out who I am, right?
Even if I don't remember killing that guy,
I do remember killing someone.
So that's who I am.
JACK: What do you got, Mack?
Okay, just going over the rest of the lab work
from the coat and there's more
than just blood on it.
If you look on the collar area and the cuff,
I found traces of titanium oxide, castor oil,
and D&C Yellow Number 10.
That sounds delicious.
I just ran the compound through a product database,
and each appears as an element in over, like, 300 products.
So the compound combines only in one product,
and that's theatrical makeup.
Maybe she was a makeup artist.
Or an actress.
She swiped her Metro card quite a few times
at the Astor Place stop downtown.
That area is full of small theaters.
Any stabbings down there six nights ago?
Let's take a look.
Okay, a report of a stabbing at Essex and Stanton.
That's where I'm going.
I'll have Sam meet me there. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Good work, Mack.
Thanks, buddy.
Here.
I can't keep anything down.
It's just water, okay?
You're dehydrated.
You need to drink something.
You look like crap.
Thanks.
You stayed here all night?
Uh... Yeah.
I wanted to keep an eye on you.
That's nice.
Didn't you tell me that you were selling papers
when you were eight?
Yeah, it was the depression.
Everybody did what they had to.
What about your old man, what was he like?
I didn't know much about him, really.
You know, he was out of the house so much,
you know, with the mill.
And after that he went off to fight in a war.
Yeah.
Must have been tough not having him around.
I didn't really think too much about it.
It was just the way that it was.
( knocking on door )
Okay.
What the hell is this?
We're taking you to the hospital, Frank.
Be careful of his back.
Oh, no, you're not. Wait a minute.
What the hell? You can't do that.
You need medical attention, okay?
He can't do that.
Yeah, I can do it. I got a court order.
No!
You lied to me, you bastard.
It's okay... Get away from me. Get away!
Careful of his back.
Get the hell away from me.
Frank, it's okay. Get away from me.
Just go easy on him, okay?
It's going to be okay, Frank.
No, it's not okay! I'm not going nowhere.
You betrayed me, you son of a bitch.
Get away from me.
Don't hurt his back.
I'm not going anywhere.
Just stop, okay, stop. Stop, stop, stop.
Just forget it. Forget it, forget it, forget it.
Would you please just go?
Just... just please, go.
Get out of here.
JACK: Thank you.
MAN: No, that should be all fine.
Let's just collapse those two cues in the second act.
All right, thank you.
SAMANTHA: Sasha Nicholas?
Yeah.
Hi. Special Agent Spade.
This is Special Agent Delgado.
We're with the FBI.
We have a police report
that says that you were stabbed
in the alley outside of here on Monday.
That's right.
Did you find my watch?
Uh...
We're not here about that.
There was a woman with you,
a Carmen Kane, according to the report?
Yeah, why?
Is this her?
Yeah.
Is she okay?
Um, I'm going to need you
to tell us exactly what happened that day, okay?
Well, we were having some problems.
Uh, she was struggling in the second act,
so we had to have a little talk.
It's not just this rehearsal, Carmen.
It's been weeks now.
Help me understand what's going on?
I told you, I don't... I don't know.
You're not connecting to the material,
you're holding back.
It's just not there. Then I'll find it.
Just give me a chance.
I don't think we can wait for you anymore.
Wait for me? W-what are you talking about?
Sasha, look at me.
Sasha?
Oh, my God.
You're going to fire me.
I'm sorry, but I have no choice.
Don't do this, please.
I'm going to need the dress and the shoes back for wardrobe.
Why...?!
No. I can...
( shrieks )
I'll slice her. All right?
Okay.
Here. Whatever you got, now.
The watch, too.
Come on!
No!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Sasha!
( sobs )
Help, somebody!
( electrical crackling )
Please! Please!
So much for the karate classes at the Y.
Next thing I know, I'm in the hospital.
The bastard just missed my lung.
Um, could you tell me
why you think she was having so much trouble
with the play?
I have no clue, really.
It's a fairly straightforward play.
A woman dealing with the death of her brother.
She was brilliant in the audition,
and ever since, it's been downhill.
Do you have any ID or contact information on her?
VIVIAN: Carmen Kane.
I've got her registered with SAG and AFTRA
but nothing with the DMV,
IRS or anyone who could help us.
Maybe it's a stage name.
It says here that she went to
the Connecticut State School of Drama.
So it turns out that Ramon Salas
was killed by a jealous husband.
All right, long shot.
Maybe she confused the director's stabbing
with Raymond Salas' stabbing?
But it still doesn't explain the little boy.
No, and it doesn't explain the bees.
Ah. In the spring of '99,
I've got one student by the name of Carmen Kuskowski.
No wonder she changed her name.
( phone rings )
Yeah?
What?
Um, no, you know what?
We'll be right down.
Okay, bye. What's up?
Carmen's gone.
Grab Elena, I'll meet you there.
All right.
You know, when I was 16, my mother killed herself.
But I didn't do anything to try and stop it.
This isn't the same thing.
Isn't it?
He's a sick man.
It's only going to get worse-- a lot worse.
Maybe letting him go isn't the wrong thing to do.
That's what you're advocating?
I'm telling you the facts.
If you fight for this, it's not going to be pretty.
And I'm not sure you're going to get
what you want out of it, either.
I'm just not ready.
I know.
But I think he is.
I'll be around if you need me.
Thanks.
Hey, she's not here.
I checked her room, the day room, the bathrooms.
Security is checking the adjacent wards.
What'd the nurse say?
She was confined to her room, but they think she slipped out
about an hour ago, while they were passing out meds.
How? How the hell did she get out?
Apparently there's a group of plumbers working
on the bottom floor.
They think the door's been opened and closed all day long.
Why would she run?
Because I made her think she killed somebody.
Okay, thanks.
They're still searching the hospital,
and they've notified Port Authority.
Danny, check this out.
What?
May be the little boy from the stabbing scene.
Could be a cousin, a friend, who knows.
RECORDED VOICE: You have two new messages.
( beep )
Hey, Carmen, it's Shannon.
I heard about what happened.
I thought maybe you'd want to talk.
If you do, just call me, okay?
Bye.
( beep ) WOMAN: Where are you, Car?
I don't know, maybe I shouldn't freak,
but I'm worried about you.
Anyway, I just hope you're okay.
RECORDED VOICE: End of messages.
I love caller ID.
Shannon Kelso, 718 area code.
Car and I temp together downtown, graveyard shift,
proofing contracts for hotshot lawyers
while they wine and dine at Balthazar.
We hit it off.
So how did you hear about what happened at the Howard Theater?
I went down there to see her.
And that's how you heard about the mugging?
I got worried.
She was already having a real rough time lately.
What do you mean?
I think she was depressed.
Last time I saw her,
I asked her why, but I don't think I helped.
So, we going to a movie or what?
Uh, yeah.
Sorry, I just wanted to download some new music,
'cause everything I have just makes me want to cry.
I actually had to turn off the Go-Go's
the other day.
The Go-Go's made you cry?
That's very sad.
Shannon, I think something's wrong with me,
because I feel like I'm turning in to a basket case.
Hey.
You got a lot going on.
And you want to do well in the play.
That's a lot of pressure.
Yeah, but it's not just the play.
I can't figure it out.
Every time I try to focus on something, it's like
these dark feelings come,
and I feel like
I'm driving through a fog, and at any moment I might crash.
You're not going to crash.
Whatever happens,
you'll be okay.
I'm not so sure about that.
How long had she been depressed?
A couple of months.
So since she started the play?
I think so. When you mentioned
that she'd been in the hospital,
I thought that was a good thing. Mmm.
How about family, you ever meet them?
Oh, her parents live overseas.
She talks to them
every couple of weeks.
This her brother?
She said it was,
but she never really talked about him.
Okay, Carmen
Abigail Kuskowski.
Born in Connecticut, 1979.
Father's an entomologist, Mom is a teacher.
Brother Noah,
born in '82, died in 1989.
Kuskowski.
Listen to this.
Noah Kuskowski, age six,
dies of anaphylactic shock after being attacked by bees
in the presence of his sister.
He was stung 42 times.
Wait a second, she watched him suffocate?
According to the Portland Daily from May of '89.
Wow.
I-I know this is gonna be a stretch, okay,
but I want you to bear with me for a second.
Her friend said she was depressed.
Right? She's playing a character
whose brother died, so she's already vulnerable.
Then she witnesses this stabbing.
( crying ): No!
That's great-- where does the amnesia come in?
That's exactly where the amnesia comes in.
The trauma from the stabbing
pushes her over the edge.
Please!
( crying ): Please!
She shuts down to block out the pain.
It makes sense.
( phone rings ) Hang on.
Spade.
Are you sure?
Uh, okay.
Yeah, we're on our way.
Okay, thanks.
That was the hospital.
They just finished checking the surveillance tapes.
Apparently, Carmen never left the building.
Let's go.
One of the master keys for the medical cabinets is missing.
We keep all controlled narcotics in there.
There are three other master keys.
Security is searching the lower floors.
All right, why don't we fan out up here.
All right, I got this hall.
Okay.
WOMAN ( over P.A. system ): Dr. Kenkle, Dr. Kenkle,
Call the operator.
( muffled banging )
( sobbing )
( Carmen sobbing )
( sobbing ) Carmen.
I wanted... I wanted to swallow the whole cabinet,
but I couldn't break the lock.
Well, that's good.
Your name is Carmen Kuskowski.
You're 26 years old, you're from Connecticut.
You came here
a year and a half ago because you wanted to be an actress.
And all of this started when you witnessed a stabbing.
This...
is a picture of you
with your family. Oh...
She looks so happy.
She does.
It's like you're telling me someone else's story.
It makes sense, but just not for me.
We spoke to your mom.
She's flying out here.
She'll tell you everything you need to know.
Isn't it all supposed to come back to me?
I hope it does.
I really do.
But at least now you're not alone,
and you have someone who loves you
coming to help.
Yeah.
Okay.
Come on.
( sighs ): Okay.
Come on.
Thanks, Sam.
No problem.
( door closes )
You okay? You been in there a long time.
Yeah, I got this bladder infection,
and... it hurts like something else.
Anyway, what do you care, huh?
Hey, why don't we put something on?
A Dizzy Gillespie or... Dad...
John Coltrane... Dad,
do you, uh... do you know who I am right now?
No. But you're a pain in the ass.
Oh. You're fine.
Aw, come on.
Just, uh, grab a seat on the couch, will you?
( sighs ) You okay?
Yeah.
( groans )
Listen, I want to talk to you for a minute.
Oh, yeah-- this is the part
where you try to convince me to change my mind.
Look, I just want you to hear me out, okay?
I want you to go to the hospital.
I want you to get treatment for your kidneys.
And I want to be there for you.
Oh, be there for me.
Look, I... I'm the one who has to go through this.
How the hell can you be there for me?
I'm gonna take a leave of absence, all right?
I'll come here, I'll stay here, I'll take care of you.
You can't do that.
Look, I can and I want to.
But I need you to do something for me.
I need you to go to the hospital
and get treatment for a couple weeks.
And if after that... it's not working for you,
you don't want to do it...
I'll get out of your way, you can do whatever you want.
I just want you to give it a chance.
Why do you want to do this for me?
Because you're my father.
Okay.
( pats leg )
Get the doctor.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
( exhales )
Hey, listen, Dad, I just want to...
Dad?
You okay?
Dad?
Dad, you okay?
( soft groan )
( exhales )
( clears throat )
I love you.
( inhales, clears throat )