Good. Good. Yeah, good.
That's it.
Good, good, good.
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa.
A couple more, come on.
So my hands can fall off?
Sorry. I get carried away.
They're going to have to carry me out of here. You had enough?
No, actually, I think I have enough... Hey.
Who's the, uh, the unlucky fella? Excuse me?
Well, that look in your eyes.
It's gotta take either an ex-husband
or a boyfriend to get you that motivated.
Actually, we're teachers,
so, that's about all the motivation she needs.
I don't doubt that. I'm Mitch.
I'm Laverne.
This is Shirley.
Well, call me Fonzie
and we can live out our little fantasy together.
Yeah, keep dreaming.
I was talking to Laverne.
Uh, actually, Mitch, we're just gonna try
to finish our workout here, so...
Oh, please, don't let me stop you.
But if you ever want to do
a little tutoring on the side,
you will find me a very good student.
Claire!
What are you, nuts?
Oh, man... I'm bleeding,
you crazy bitch!
You know, if you're lesbos, just say so.
Oh, my God, oh, my God.
That was... Stupid.
Yeah, no kidding.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know why...
I don't either.
Are you all right?
Let's just go get a drink.
Let's get out of here.
No, you know what-- you go on ahead.
I think I have a few more rounds left in me.
Even after that?
Especially after that.
Go on.
Really, go on.
I'll see you tomorrow. All right then.
I'll see you, Rocky.
Bright and early.
All right, so what do we got?
Claire Hunter, 27, teacher at Woodley Prep.
No-show at work, no call, no answer,
no car in her parking space.
So, maybe she's just playing hooky.
Well, school says that's not her MO,
but the friend who called it in
said she got into an altercation last night
with a guy named Mitch at the 1st Street Gym,
which is not far from here.
We don't know if she ever got home.
She is organized.
Yeah, she's also a safety freak.
There's about ten locks on that front door.
Oh, Sam.
We've got blood.
Fresh.
"1st Street Gym."
Perhaps she made it home after all.
Yeah, but in what condition?
God, why did I leave her there alone?
I should have stayed.
Did, uh, Claire have problems
with any of the other students or their parents
that you know of? What kind of problems?
Well, the way she went off on Mitch,
you ever see her do anything like that before?
No, never. That's what was so completely odd.
It was totally unlike her.
Girls, can we have five minutes, please?
Claire's always the cool head in the room.
Especially with the kids.
She's a great teacher.
Seriously, no one goes above and beyond the way Claire does.
But then he left and told my mom
he wasn't coming back any more.
I'm sorry, Bella.
I mean, why would he say that?
Because people say and do things
they don't mean all the time.
I hope so.
Hey. You're tougher than you think, Bella.
It's not going to be easy,
but I'm here for you, okay?
Trust me.
It'll all work out.
Okay. Thanks, Ms. Hunter.
Now give it to me.
What was that about?
A very nasty divorce with two parents
who think they're doing a great job of sparing her the drama.
Where do you find the energy?
I can barely get homeworks graded
and you're out here saving the world.
Oh, yeah, right.
No, what you just said made me feel better
and I didn't even know the problem.
Well, I figure it's hard enough being a kid,
why not try and build 'em up a little
before life has a chance to slap 'em down.
So she's got a bit of a cynical side, huh?
Who doesn't?
But hers I can understand.
I mean, her parents died when she was a kid,
she grew up in foster care.
I think that's why she's so good with the kids.
It's like they're her mission.
Right. Now, are there any boyfriends
or ex Well, there was Pete,
but they broke up a couple weeks ago.
Do you know why?
Sounds like they had a fight.
But you don't know what that was about?
No.
So what's Pete's last name?
I don't know, but he's a fireman,
and he always wore T-shirts and stuff
that said Ladder Company 60 on them.
Great.
Hey...
Just hang in there, okay?
We're going to find your friend.
Thanks for your time.
Does my nose look broken?
JACK: I didn't say broken.
I said bloody.
Witnesses said you got popped pretty good.
Yeah, who said, the other lesbian?
Well, the woman who hit you is now missing
and there was a bloody gym towel found in her apartment.
Really? Really.
So until we get the blood results back,
we're going to need someone to verify
where you were last night.
Who? I-I live alone.
There's a shock.
Wait, um...
all right, look, there was another guy.
Ah, another shock.
No, but there was.
Um, okay, I admit I did see her afterward,
but not because I was waiting or anything.
I'd showered at the gym and was headed out to my car.
What happened? Look at me.
MITCH: She was across the street...
Looked like she was having some kind of argument with this guy.
Then he got in her car, and they drove off together.
Uh, he was taller than her.
I didn't get a good look. It was dark.
Of course it was.
Okay, I admit, it sounds a little...
Convenient.
I'm just telling you what I saw.
Well, you're going to see a lot more of this room,
so make yourself comfortable.
Looks like Mitch is off the hook.
Blood on the towel is AB-positive.
He is B-negative.
Yeah
According to the school's last blood drive,
she is O-negative.
Unless she somehow changed her blood type
when she changed her name.
What are you talking about?
Well, her real name is Claire Harvey.
A year and a half ago,
she had it legally changed to Claire Hunter.
Do we know why?
I don't know.
Maybe she was running from something.
Claire Harvey?
No. I knew her as Hunter.
We only dated a couple of months.
She's a great girl, you know.
I hope she's okay.
When was the last time you saw her?
About, uh, two weeks ago.
So the night you broke up.
Yeah.
How do you know that?
Tell me about the fight you had.
Well, what fight?
It wasn't, uh, friendly,
by any means.
I'd had a few drinks.
But that whole night was like a freak show.
I'd just gotten there
and this kid walks out of the bathroom.
: Oh, Ray, this is, um...
Who the hell is this?
Just tutoring. He came over after basketball practice.
Yeah, I bet he did.
Give you a little slam dunk in your bedroom?
Pete, please. Please what?
What do you think this looks like?
It's nothing.
Did I ask you?
Go... go home, Ray,
PETE: Yeah, go home, Ray. That's a good idea.
I'll see you tomorrow.
CLAIRE: All right.
We'll just finish working on that stuff
tomorrow afternoon, okay?
Thanks.
What he hell is wrong with you?
Wrong with me? Yeah.
What am I, in the Twilight Zone here?
The kid's half naked,
he's got scratches all over him...
It's nothing, Pete.
He's a student I'm trying to help.
Yeah, help how, with his zipper?
I think you should leave.
What? You're drunk and you're angry
and I don't fight with angry drunks.
You want me to leave? Get out.
This looks bad, Claire.
This looks real bad.
Did you get the boy's name, by any chance?
I don't know.
Roy or Chuck or something.
And you don't think she was just tutoring him?
Would you?
Okay, I've got 36 male students enrolled in her classes.
All present and accounted for?
Hang on.
No...
You know, I hope this doesn't turn into another Letourneau.
Ooh. It happens.
I remember my son had a crush on his eight-grade teacher.
Well, a crush is one thing.
Yeah, that's what I thought
until I went to the school and she had a blouse on
that I wouldn't wear for lingerie.
Seriously?
Oh, yeah. What did you do about it?
I told her to put some clothes on.
Good for you.
Okay, we've got three boys absent from Woodley today.
And...
two of them were excused.
And the one that wasn't?
Seaver. Raymond Seaver.
Wait a minute.
I've seen that name here a few times.
Oh, right. Here it is.
Ray Seaver.
Now Claire has him assigned the last three weeks
for after-school private tutoring.
How often?
Every day.
So you weren't aware that your son wasn't in school today?
I barely look up from my desk till closing.
I'm a broker, and my wife's head of cardiology at...
That's no excuse, Dennis. We should have checked messages.
We're up and out
so early, Ray gets himself off to school every morning.
So the last time you saw him was when?
Last night, um... bedtime?
Does he ever talk about his Algebra teacher, Claire Hunter?
Miss Hunter
Well, we think that they may be having
an inappropriate relationship.
What?
You mean... sexual?
Unless you can think of a legit reason
they would be spending time outside of school together.
No.
Dennis, uh, the workshop.
We were, um, called into a parent-teacher
conference a few weeks ago.
Ray's grasp of complex equations
is certainly advanced, almost at a college level.
Really?
That surprises you?
Well, sort of.
I mean, his grades are always fairly good, but...
We sometimes worry that Ray is underachieving.
Not when it comes to Algebra,
which is why I wanted to ask you both about his day after school.
What about it?
Ray tells me you both work late?
Well, most nights, yeah.
Why?
Well, I volunteer a workshop after school.
Advance college prep-- ray's a perfect candidate.
How many kids?
It's a small group. Great kids.
All gifted like Ray.
There is no small group. There's no workshop.
She has him scheduled for private tutoring,
but the school has no record of it.
We think she's taking him home.
Oh, my God.
Then you're saying she's molesting our son?
We believe it's possible.
Sam, we got a hit off the Amber Alert.
Where?
They were at a gas station off the Freehold exit
on the Jersey Turnpike at 11:30 last night.
Headed south for a little romantic getaway...
There's nothing romantic about it.
Hello. I'm kidding.
Hey, uh, when did Claire change her name from Harvey to Hunter?
A year and a half ago.
That's when she left her previous teaching job.
So you think she was having sex with a student?
Unfortunately, it's starting to look that way, yes.
Not the Claire Harvey I knew.
Why don't you tell me about the Claire Harvey you knew.
She was incredibly sweet, and so dedicated.
Really knew how to make learning fun for the kids.
All right, if she was so dedicated,
why'd she leave mid
Nothing to do with any impropriety,
I can tell you that.
But I do think she had some personal problems.
What are you doing here?
Hey, you look terrific. It's great to see you.
You shouldn't be here.
Seriously, you lost a lot of weight. You look great.
Is there a problem?
No, Mrs. Evans. He's leaving.
Hey, wait a minute.
Get off of me.
MAN: What'd you expect me to do?
I had to come down here.
You wouldn't even answer my calls.
You won't take a hint.
I thought I made it clear--
I don't ever want to see you again.
Sir, do I have to call security?
No, no, I'm, uh... I'm going.
For now.
You okay?
Yes, I'm fine. Thank you.
All right, now how long after this happened did she quit?
A week. Or two.
She left a note with no forwarding address,
and when I tried to call her, her phone was disconnected.
Mrs. Evans, why didn't you call the authorities?
Now I wish I had, but...
You had to have known Claire.
She wasn't the type to worry about.
Like the way she handled that guy.
Nobody ever pushed her around.
Thank you.
You ready for this? What?
Claire's father.
I thought her parents were dead.
No, Claire Hunter's parents are dead.
This is Charles Harvey,
paroled 2004.
Okay, former sergeant
with the NYPD, court record says
he was cleaning his service revolver-- oh, get this--
when it went off accidentally and killed his wife.
And the jury bought that?
I bet his fellow cops
responding to the scene didn't hurt his case.
Well, they didn't help too much.
Because alcohol was a factor,
he still got 20 years for manslaughter,
of which he served 15.
So Claire changed her name to get away from daddy.
Where is he now?
Um...
parole board has his current address...
in Toms River, New Jersey.
Do you have the surveillance photo
that shows Claire and Ray pumping gas?
Yeah, I got it right here. Freehold, New Jersey.
Freehold? Yeah.
Let's see... okay.
That's three exits north of Toms River.
So, what, you think she was taking this kid to her father's?
Hope not.
CHARLES: FBI?
What the hell do you want?
It's about your daughter Claire.
Who?
Oh, come on, Mr. Harvey.
We know all about you.
You guys make me sick.
Treat us like we work for you.
Yeah, well, you're not a cop anymore.
Have you seen your daughter recently?
Recently?
Okay, Charlie, we'll go with your question.
Yeah, last night.
Was she alone?
No, she had some kid with her.
I hardly noticed him, though. I was so shocked to see her.
I'll bet, after 18 months.
And almost 15 years before that.
What did she want?
Nothing, just to say hello.
Maybe your parole officer could jog your memory.
All right, she had a few things she wanted to get off her chest.
Where the hell you been?
You been hiding yourself?
I can't believe
you kept the place. You want to come in?
I got some beers. I got soda... This isn't a social call, Dad.
Then what is it?
Who's the kid?
He's a student of mine.
I need you to do something for me, Dad.
Like what?
I want you to tell him what your anger cost you.
Oh, come on, that thing that happened with your mother
cost me 15 years of my life...
What happened is you took her life.
You know I didn't mean it...
This boy has a situation
at home, Dad, an abusive situation.
He won't let me tell the police.
He won't let you? He trusts me.
Okay, I can't mess with that. Oh, come on, Claire...
You have any idea how long it took me
to trust people after what you did?
Oh, now it's all back on me, huh?
I need you to do this for me.
Please.
Help me show him what's at stake.
I want him to see and hear firsthand
what doing nothing about his father
could lead to.
Well, you came to the wrong place.
Yeah, what was I thinking?
That a pathetic, drunken murderer like you
could ever help anybody.
Wait...
Claire, I'm sorry.
Yeah. You sure are.
But it's okay.
I know you can't help it.
And she was right, too.
I can't help it, I never could.
Seems she saw her mother's death
differently from how you saw it.
Ah, she was just a kid then.
I mean, her mother and me, we fought
like married couples do.
And, uh, Lydia was no walk in the park.
Claire would not look the way she does
if she was still around.
I dare say, you won't be the man you are today
if she was still around.
We done here?
You bet, Charlie.
You have a nice day.
I wish I could have cancelled my entire day.
I can't tell you how difficult it's been to focus.
We can only imagine.
I don't really understand why you're here
if you don't have my son.
Well, we have to ask a few questions about your husband.
Okay.
Has your, uh, has your husband
ever been abusive to you or your son?
No. Never.
Look, if this woman is seducing my son,
why are you asking me about Dennis?
Okay, Ray's blood type-- is it AB
Yes. How do you know that?
Because it's on a towel we found in Claire Hunter's closet.
Someone made your son bleed
the night they disappeared.
If it wasn't Claire, and you know who it was,
now would be a good time to tell us.
It was nothing.
Just a one-time thing.
Was it your husband?
It was an accident.
Ray had confronted him
the day after I spoke to Miss Hunter.
You spoke to her?
When?
Day before yesterday.
She came to the hospital.
We had almost this exact same conversation.
The more I see of your son, Doctor,
the more I'm convinced of it.
And I'm telling you,
my husband would never lay a hand on him.
Ray denies it, too, but I know the signs.
He comes to school most mornings shaking like a leaf.
Oh, that's ridiculous.
Look, Dennis may have to discipline Ray sometimes,
but never like that.
What about you?
Has he disciplined you
the same way?
Excuse me. That's a little too personal.
I'm only doing it for Ray.
Well, thank you for that, but I'll take it from here.
And believe me, if there's anything going on,
which I'm sure it's not, I'll take care of it.
You better, before I do.
I could see that she was serious,
but I... I never dreamed that she would take Ray.
You still haven't told us how Ray got hit.
Really, it was nothing.
With all due respect, Doctor,
when a kid gets hit, it's something.
And it was enough to make him run off
to find Claire that night.
It was that same night.
Dennis was, uh...
We were fighting about something.
What the teacher had said.
And Ray...
had tried to stick up for me.
And Dennis...
It was just a bloody nose.
Where's Dennis now?
I thought he was at home, but last I called,
he was out looking for Ray and the teacher.
This whole thing has really gotten him in an awful state.
No, look, just stay where you are.
We will come to...
Hello? Hello!
Damn it!
Who was that?
Dennis Seaver, Ray's dad.
Oh, you reached him?
No, he reached us.
What did he say?
That Ray called his cell phone
five minutes ago from a motel in Hoboken.
He wants Dennis to meet him there.
Sounds like Claire's getting ready for a confrontation.
Yeah, well,
with Ray in the middle, that would not be good. Martin?
FBI!
Ray, put your hands where I can see 'em.
Where's Claire?
Who are you?
I'm Vivian, and this
is Martin. We're with the FBI.
MARTIN: What about your dad?
Is he somewhere with Claire?
No. Now you know
you've got to tell us the truth, Ray.
I am. My dad's not here.
Okay.
This is all my fault.
What do you mean?
I just didn't know how to tell her.
I mean, not until today.
Hey.
How long have I been asleep?
Most of the day. You hungry?
I, uh, I got you a sandwich.
Not really.
Did my father scare you last night?
I never should have taken you there.
I only thought it would help you see
how important it is that we deal with this.
I still don't want to.
I know.
It's why I've been thinking.
I have to go to the police
whether you want to or not.
What?
No, Claire. I told you, we can't.
And we can't do nothing, Ray.
I can't let him hurt you anymore.
But it's not that bad really.
You have to stop saying that.
What happened with your mother?
What?
You never told me how she died.
Just she got shot.
Your dad said he didn't mean it.
My father's a liar.
Well, I know you say that, but...
I don't want to talk about it.
Well, too bad.
Ray, I don't want to talk...
No, Claire.
You want me to take on my dad,
and you can't even talk about yours? Tell me!
We were in the yard.
My mom and I had made cupcakes,
and my dad was...
Well, he was in his usual place.
Drunk.
Screaming at a ballgame and angry.
He was always so angry.
He'd been passed over for a promotion a bunch
of times, and it was always someone else's fault.
Mainly my mother's.
I mean, the things he would say.
Him calling her fat and stupid.
Just to make himself feel better.
But she just took it, too.
For a long time.
That is, until he started in on me.
It's okay, baby.
It's okay.
For the first time,
I saw my mother stand up to him.
For the first and last time.
"It's okay, baby."
Those were the last words she said to me.
Hey.
Hey, that's not gonna happen to you, Ray.
Your dad's gonna get help.
That's not my dad. He's not like that, nothing like that.
You've-you've been saying that for days, and we just...
Because it's not him.
It's my mom.
She's the one that beats me.
She's the one that screams and punches and throws stuff,
and my dad just takes it.
Your mother?
I've been too embarrassed to tell you the truth.
Because it's not him, it's her.
It's my mom.
She's the one that hits me.
I'm sorry, Claire.
Please don't be mad, okay?
And did Claire get mad?
No, not at me.
Then what happened?
She sort of paced around the room a while,
kind of quiet.
She was worried about
leaving me alone.
And then she told me to call my dad.
That was about an hour ago.
So, he hasn't been here, he's still on his way?
I'm... here.
Dad.
I'm sorry.
It's okay, Ray.
It's okay.
It got bad in the last year or so
when Pam took over her department.
She's a good woman.
I mean, the work she does, the lives she saves.
You ever hear of the God complex?
What about it?
Well, it's like this.
Your wife's in control in the O.R.,
but when things don't go her way at home, then...
You have to understand
that Pam's father pushed her and her brothers
much harder than she's ever pushed Ray.
Are you saying she was abused, as well?
They all were.
And she wasn't the smartest in her family.
Uh...
It's the only way that she knows how to deal with things.
And with the stress and the pressures at work,
and my job keeping me out of the house,
and Ray...
He's a great kid.
He's just not that driven.
He's 14, Mr. Seaver, 14.
Give the kid a break.
And I think it's time you stopped
making excuses for your wife.
Doctor's downstairs in Interrogation.
She doesn't know we found Ray.
Let's go talk to her.
Sam and Danny found her at the hospital.
Parking attendant said he heard a skirmish.
Was it with Claire?
Oh, she's denying everything.
So far.
Mm-hmm.
Look, do you mind if I talk to her alone?
You want to, or your need to?
A little bit of both.
You okay?
Not especially.
You gonna be okay in there?
I promise I won't hurt her.
Hey, knock yourself out.
What's going on here?
Thanks for coming down, Pamela.
Your agents dragged me down here
without so much as a word about my son.
Your son's here.
Oh, my God, you've found him?
Yeah. He's upstairs with his father.
Well... can I see him?
What, are you not concerned
that your son's been left alone with your abusive husband?
Well, like I told your agents, it was one time.
Besides, it's a private family matter.
Huh.
You know, I can't stop thinking about that riddle.
What?
You know, the one, um...
Father and son are in a car accident.
The father's killed, the son gets taken to the hospital.
The doctor takes one look at him and says,
"I can't treat him, it's my son."
Because the doctor's the mother.
That's right. Of course you know it.
But a lot of people get stuck.
Just like Claire.
When she realized that Ray was being abused,
she automatically assumed it was his father.
Which was fine by you, apparently.
I want to see Ray. Now.
You know...
my childhood was no picnic,
but I never used it as an excuse to beat my son.
I want to see my son!
Don't scream at me, Pamela.
I don't like it.
Now, Ray and his father both tell the same story.
Ray stood up to you, and you punched him
in the face--
like you have on many occasions.
That is a lie!
But how did this become about me?
That teacher kidnapped my son,
and you're not even looking for her!
You think I like the fact she took your son?
She needs help.
But then, so do you.
Now...
I know that she was at the hospital,
so what did she say, and where did she go?
Like I told your agents, I don't...
Don't tell me you don't know!
Now what did she say, and where did she go?
I was leaving the office and she was there.
Waiting for me.
CLAIRE: It was you.
What did you do with my son?
What did you do with him?
Where is he? I came to you! I trusted you
to take care of Ray, and you took care of him, all right, didn't you?
I don't know what you're talking about...
Let go of me!
Please don't hit me! Please don't hit me!
I...
And that was it, she left.
Your agents arrived a few minutes later.
No idea where she was headed?
No.
Now can I see my son?
I'm afraid he'd prefer not to see you.
Got a call from the Jersey State Police.
Shots fired at Tom's River.
Claire's father?
It's his house.
Okay.
Claire?
Are you all right?
I guess.
I'm Special Agent Johnson with the FBI.
Did Ray's dad show up at the motel?
Yeah. They're together.
What about Ray's mom?
She's at our office.
Good.
I'm sorry I hit her.
It's a problem of mine.
I know.
Now is that why your dad's in there, because of your problem?
No.
No, no...
It's because of his.
Hey, Dad.
Claire, I...
Oh, jeez, Baby, you should have called.
No, Dad, don't, just-just leave it.
Leave it.
You're not staying.
I just...
I asked you to do one thing for me last night, Dad.
But you just...
you really can't, can you?
Yeah, I-I can...
Just not that.
I just can't talk about her, Babe.
Because you know what you did.
It's like you said...
I just can't help it.
I can't either.
It's the part of you that's in me.
Only I'm not going to let it ruin my life.
Good.
Don't.
Okay.
You take care then.
Claire?
I just thought I... I hoped that if...
After I'd done my time...
that all might be forgiven.
Even with you.
I mean, that's why I kept this house...
after all these years.
For when you came back.
I know.
Okay.
It's okay.
All those years he was in prison,
just knowing he was alive...
gave me someone to blame for my life.
Yeah, but because of what he did to you,
you chose to help kids like Ray.
And did I?
Did I help Ray?
Yeah, you did.
Maybe not how I would have done it,
but you did.
How can I miss someone that I've wanted dead for so long?