(people chatting quietly)
(wry chuckle)
(sniffles)
Uh... I hope none of you borrowed 50 bucks
and forgot to pay it back,
'cause trust me, he didn't forget.
(laughter) (sniffles)
To Gabe.
ALL: To Gabe.
(whispering indistinctly)
Audrey.
This must be hard for you.
It's not as bad as you think.
Gabe and I have had a lot of time to get ready.
Would you like to talk to him?
I'd love to.
I'm doing better than I have in a long time.
How about you?
I'm good.
I'll go along with that...
if you want me to.
It's a party, not our support group.
I can be shallow and dishonest if I want to be.
Then shallow and dishonest it is.
(laughs)
But you know what they say...
Eyes... windows.
You've been struggling these past couple of weeks and...
I just wish I could make all this easier for you.
(sobbing)
I seem to be having that effect on people today.
(people chatting quietly)
I was looking for the bathroom,
I thought it was back here.
It's off the kitchen.
Thanks.
Hey. No disrespect, but, uh,
if that was the person you were looking for,
I think I found him.
That was Gabe Adler.
Last night he was the guest of honor at a party
that our missing person, Audrey West, attended.
What happened to him?
He, uh, drank a barbiturate cocktail.
Voluntarily?
Yeah.
The guy had leukemia.
I guess he wanted to say his good-byes early.
Audrey spent a few minutes with him, and then she was last seen
being taken away by a guy named Ryan in a truck.
Last name?
They don't know.
Apparently, he wasn't on the guest list.
But that didn't keep him from stealing a variety
of prescription drugs from the people that were invited.
Fellow cancer patients.
Yeah, including our missing person.
What color is the truck?
Black. Come here.
Left paint on the gate, tire marks over the curb.
He was obviously in a hurry to get out of here.
She might have caught him in the act of trying to steal
the drugs. Yeah, well, we don't have much,
but there's an APB in the works.
What kind of cancer does the missing person have?
Inoperable brain tumor.
She's married,
got an 11-year-old daughter and only one month to live.
(sighs)
(tires squealing)
MAN: She took one of her seizure pills
before she left for the party.
But she's supposed to take one every 12 hours.
Otherwise, she could convulse. Well, when we find her,
we'll make sure she gets the medical attention she needs.
Just make sure it's Xynitol.
She was on Derenton before, and that didn't work.
She had a 20-minute seizure.
The doctor said ten minutes more and she would have...
I would have lost her.
It's okay, I'll make sure they know.
Now our agents talked to everyone at the party,
and no one has any information on this guy Ryan.
Do you know who he is?
She never mentioned anyone with that name.
Um, about the tumor.
Had it caused her to have any behavioral changes?
Um, mood swings, outbursts, anything like that?
Audrey's so even-tempered.
But I did walk in on a fight she was having with her boss
from the architectural firm a couple days ago.
MAN: I'm not going to let you blackmail me!
AUDREY: I'm only asking for what's mine!
No, you are using this illness as an excuse to get things
that don't belong to you.
What's going on?
Honey, are you okay?
Yeah. I'm just a little tired.
Brian, I don't know what this is all about.
Audrey has some files that belong to me.
And I don't care. I just need you to leave.
Fine! We'll talk about this later.
You're an ass!
Other than that, there's nothing to talk about.
Is that, um, Brian Gagen,
as in Gagen Towers?
The Gagen Towers, the Stokes Museum.
Wow.
Blackmail's a pretty strong accusation.
She told me there was a proffer pool at work,
and he was trying to cut her out of it,
so she took some specs she had finished
before she went on medical leave. (cell phone ringing)
When was that?
She stopped working
three weeks ago.
Um, we're going to need to see those files.
Could you guys excuse me?
Sure.
A proffer plan would have some kind of contractual structure.
It would have been hard to cut her out
if she was entitled to something.
I know.
You don't believe her?
I didn't know what to think.
Okay.
Now, I need a list of colleagues, friends,
people who work in your house.
I'll, I'll get that for you.
And I'd... and I'd like to talk to your daughter.
The neighbor's getting her from school; she should be home soon.
I'll wait.
Y-You know,
Audrey was sitting exactly where you are
when she told me about the tumor.
I don't think I've taken a full breath of air since.
You're out of breath
after two blocks.
I'm out of shape.
Last night you had to sit down
while you were fixing dinner.
Is that a crime?
No,
it's not.
But you're getting winded over nothing.
At night you have trouble breathing.
Something is wrong.
You're beginning to sound like a broken record.
Well, then here's the refrain.
Go to the doctor.
I will, when I have time.
Honey, you cannot put this off any longer.
What is more important than your health?
So am I calling the doctor
or are you?
(sighing)
Well, just let me know when you hear from them, then.
Audrey's boss, Gagen, is MIA.
His secretary says that he went skiing in Catamount.
Can't reach him by phone,
and she doesn't know where he's staying.
That's very convenient,
isn't it? Yeah, or suspicious, take your pick.
You want to help Sam out?
No, it's only a 40-pound box
of architectural files. Please, don't get up.
(slams box down)
You'd be insulted if we did.
Which means I can't ask you to take them upstairs
for an engineering evaluation,
can I? You know,
you have way too much pride.
Good point.
Mm.
Okay,
I'll take them myself.
Okay, Martin, check this out.
All right, look. This is Audrey's
She got a speeding ticket last year.
She was doing 45 in a 30.
Doesn't make her a suspect. True.
But I looked into her insurance coverage.
Can I have additional drivers for 300, please?
BOTH: Who is Ryan Leonard?
That's your boyfriend, right?
Yeah, I guess.
So how does it work?
You tell him where to find dying cancer patients
and he goes in and lifts
thousands of dollars worth of meds?
I would never hurt a client. What was he doing
at Gabe Adler's party last night?
I worked with Gabe
as well as Audrey, so I got an invitation.
He must have seen it.
Look, I thought he was clean.
Yeah, you might need to take a refresher course
on your nursing certificate.
Listen, maybe he...
he and Audrey stole the drugs together. Okay,
why would you say that?
Because for the last couple of weeks,
Audrey was really agitated.
She was desperate for money.
How can they do that?
Because I'm just one dying person,
and they're a giant life insurance company.
I was diagnosed six months ago,
a month after I applied for the policy.
It was within their contestable period.
Yeah, but to say you tried to defraud them,
it doesn't seem fair.
If the tumor started growing a month
after I applied for the policy, I wouldn't have had headaches.
Or if I hadn't been so busy at work,
I might have gone to the doctor sooner
and been cured and not needed life insurance.
It's not about fairness.
Will Jake and Emmy be okay?
If someone murders me.
What are you talking about?
I have an old accidental death policy that's still in force.
It would pay out if something happened to me.
It's not funny.
No, I guess it's not.
I hate this.
The things it makes me think about.
The things it's trying to take away from me.
I try to do that visualization--
the one where Pacmen eat it--
all I see is the tumor sitting in the middle of my brain,
giving me the finger.
I think the cancer advanced too quickly
for Audrey to really deal
with all her feelings about it, so she's just angry.
She's more than angry.
She's a dying woman without medication.
Look, if he was going to go on the run, where would he go?
If I knew, I would be happy to tell you.
Witnesses say she was taken,
but that could be an after- the-fact interpretation.
She left willingly.
Yeah, she could have paid the guy
enough money to kill her so her family
could collect the insurance. That's crazy, Jack. No.
In her emotional state,
Ryan may have seemed like divine intervention.
Does your mom talk to you about her work?
Just that she likes being an architect.
Now, Emmy, I was wondering,
have you ever seen this man before?
I don't think so.
Maybe he came to the house or you saw him on the street?
No, not him.
Not him?
Somebody else?
Yeah.
It was... Tuesday.
After soccer practice.
Coach said he's moving me up to the midfield.
I built up the stamina.
That's great, sweetheart.
He says I could be one of his all-around athletes.
He wants me to try out for tennis in the spring.
Wow, my little Monica Seles.
It'll be early- morning clinics,
but you could drop me, right?
I forgot.
It's okay.
It's good to forget.
You don't have to remember 24-seven.
Will you play singles or doubles?
Who cares?
I do.
Though I understand you might not think so.
I left something in the car.
I'll be in in a second.
But when I come in, I'd like you to tell me
about tennis in the spring.
Will you do that?
Sure.
I wanted to ask her who the lady was,
but I didn't.
And you never saw what was inside that package?
No.
What did your mom do when she came inside?
She made a call.
She left a message for someone,
and then she asked me about tennis.
Do you think you could describe the woman
you saw to a sketch artist?
I'll try.
Does she have something to do
with my mom not coming home last night?
We don't know yet.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me.
Hey.
ELENA: Hey. You still with the daughter?
Yeah, why?
Well, NYPD just found Ryan's truck.
It looks like he got into an accident.
Any mention of Audrey?
No. They're taking Ryan to Saint Andrew's Hospital,
and Jack and Martin are on their way.
Okay. Thanks.
Hey.
How's he doing?
It's hard to say.
He's still talking to the little green men.
Yeah?
What's he on?
A handful of scrambled.
Okay. Thanks.
Uh, excuse me, ma'am.
We need to talk
to him for a minute.
(snapping)
Ryan.
We're with the FBI.
We're looking for Audrey West. You know where she is?
You tell me.
Bitch tried to kill me.
Hey.
Get your head straight yet?
I guess.
JACK: How many fingers
am I holding up?
Four.
Close enough.
This is the woman you left the party with.
Right.
So let's start from the beginning.
Don't use any words with more
than two syllables.
Sure.
Okay, now why did she leave the party with you?
She asked me for a ride. Hmm. You know,
with all the people she knew there,
why would she ask you?
She said I had to give her a ride
or she'd write me up.
And where'd you take her?
I don't know.
The stuff I copped started to kick in.
Things got a little hazy.
Right, turn right, here.
(tires squealing)
(echoing): On four wheels next time.
RYAN: And then we stopped.
I don't know.
Near some field.
And then she went all nutso on me.
(whooshing)
And that's all I remember.
That's a nice trip.
So this, uh...
field with the rocks and flowers,
how'd you get there?
Take the 95?
The freeway? A wormhole?
I don't know.
Why'd she throw glass at you?
I told you, I don't know.
Okay, Sparky, why don't you just lay back and relax.
Okay?
He's all yours.
Keep an eye on him.
If he was that screwed up, no telling what he did to Audrey.
Yeah, but I doubt those cuts all over his face
came from a minor fender bender.
Right. They came from a woman who appeared
out of a blinding light and threw glass in his face.
That'll be easy to track down.
Well, the glass that cut Ryan Leonard
did not come from a windshield.
Maybe somebody attacked him.
He was high and confused.
You know.
Anyway, this
trip computer in his truck
resets automatically,
so it gives us an eight-mile radius for his last trip.
Narrows it down. I'll have local cops
start checking for her or her body.
Look for smash-and- grabs, break-ins,
any incidents involving broken glass.
Excuse me. You remember
the call the daughter told us about?
I checked the phone records.
The call was to a Luke Seaver.
He runs Audrey's hospice support group.
Yeah, she, uh, she called me
to tell me she wasn't coming to group anymore.
I tried to talk her out of it, but she'd made up her mind.
What about this woman?
That looks like Cara Nelson.
She used to be in another one of the hospice support groups.
What do you mean used to be?
I had her kicked out.
She was trouble.
Actually, it was Audrey's last meeting that tipped me to it.
Can this represent a million bottles?
Yeah, Carl, it can.
Let it go, man.
That's it.
Good work, man.
Way to go, Carl.
This is such crap.
Audrey?
Is there something
you'd like to share?
I just don't see
how any of this helps.
I mean, he drank
until his liver rotted.
She burnt out her lungs with cigarettes.
We're all dying.
change that?
It's okay to be angry, Audrey.
It's part of the process.
(sighing)
Is that a picture of you
as a little girl?
Is there anything about that you'd like to share?
No. Well, you must have
brought it for some reason.
And I said I don't want to talk about it.
Excuse me for a second.
Hey.
What's going on, Audrey?
Maybe I'm sick of being treated like a cow,
herded off to slaughter like I've got no choice.
Nobody here made a choice to be sick,
but what we do have a choice about
is how we're going to deal with it.
Cara didn't do it your way,
and look what happened.
She's better.
We're all very happy for her, Audrey,
but what does that have to do with you?
I want to get better,
and Cara says that I can.
Will your little shame exercise do that for me?
(sighing)
After that, I started asking around.
It turns out Cara was soliciting people
for some kind of healing.
Hmm. Uh... Do you know what she was offering?
Who knows.
You know, for a lot of dying people,
you slap a "cure" label on something,
you get a line out the door.
But I tell you, Audrey...
she could cry with the best of them,
but she never wanted anything less than the truth.
What about the picture that Audrey brought?
I tried talking to her about it.
She just... shut down.
VIVIAN: This woman's name is Cara Nelson.
She has a history of conning dying people.
I've never seen her,
but Audrey's been coping just fine.
She wouldn't fall for something like that.
Well, maybe she doesn't want you
to know that she's still fighting to live.
Is that why she stole those files
and tried blackmailing her boss?
She wanted money for this woman?
It could be.
(sighing)
It's like every time you think you're settled...
there's something else.
We started off taking it all for granted.
Then suddenly we're the couple where somebody is dying.
Now I'm here learning how the woman I love
has really been feeling.
Now, Audrey had a picture.
She was 11 or 12, sitting on a windowsill.
She's wearing a khaki skirt and a green crew neck.
I archived her photos onto a DVD.
Could you get it for us?
I could send an agent
to take you. Of course.
I know it's your job,
but I really appreciate
all y... all you're doing.
Thank you.
MAN: The wall between the two ventricles is enlarged
and obstructing the flow of blood.
It's called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
In layman's terms,
it's a deterioration of the heart muscle.
And the high blood pressure and shortness of breath?
Are both caused by it.
I'm going to start you on some medications.
And that'll be all?
For now.
We have to see how you respond.
You might need surgery.
Hey.
Feeling okay?
Yeah.
Some cut closer than others.
They're never easy.
No, they're not.
What did you find?
Uh, we got a report that a storefront window
was smashed out in downtown White Plains,
exactly eight miles from where we found Ryan.
Danny and I are going to head over there now.
Okay. Okay.
Man, this guy was tripping.
What do you mean?
There's Ryan's field
with the rock and the flowers right there.
Uh-huh.
Hey. Hi.
Hey. Do you have any idea what happened here?
Yeah. A crazy lady got into it with the owner.
She gave a piece of marble some wings.
The owner around?
Hey, I don't know. I was just told to come fix it.
You have a name or number?
Yeah. It's, uh... His name's Brian Gagen.
I'll call the office for his number.
Gagen the architect?
If you say so. I'm just here to fix the glass.
Listen, I really need to get these measurements, huh?
Yeah. Go ahead.
You were right.
About what?
Gagen taking off. It was definitely suspicious.
Yeah, and I guess he was dead serious
about not being blackmailed.
You son of a bitch!
Mr. Gagen.
How was the snow?
It was okay.
You want to tell us what happened last night?
Well, it was pretty straightforward.
I went to my gallery for an artist's opening.
I drove up to Catamount afterwards.
Two fights with Audrey West-- one at your gallery
that resulted in a shattered storefront.
Does that seem straightforward to you?
Audrey and I argued, and then she broke the glass,
but I didn't do anything to her. Really?
I have a theory.
Audrey needed money, she tried to blackmail you.
You didn't want to be exposed.
You know where the rest of the story is going.
Why would Audrey blackmail me? For stealing her work, maybe?
We analyzed the concept drawings
that Audrey took from your office.
Those celebrated buildings that you took credit for?
Those were Audrey's designs.
You want me to go through that theory...?
No, no, no, no, no. It's... it's fine.
Audrey got pretty riled up...
but I did not kill her.
You missed the opening.
Where's my $50,000 I told you to wire?
And I decided I don't want to be blackmailed.
You don't care if people find out
you haven't had an original idea
in years? Or that maybe you've never had one?
Is it my fault that I have an eye for talent?
It's a good quid pro quo.
The young ones
give me a few good years.
And then, later, we share in the spoils.
Well, I want my spoils now.
Because you're dying.
Yes! Because I'm dying!
Well, I'm not going to give it to you.
You broke into my office
and stole files.
And now you've deluded yourself
into thinking that, somehow,
you have designed two of my buildings?
Maybe it's the tumor.
But, whatever it is,
it's not worth liquidating assets for.
You son of a bitch!
Audrey took off down the street.
The guy she was with got into his truck
and drove the opposite way.
That is the last I saw of either of them.
And you just let her leave with one of your paintings?
I figured I got off easy.
Can anyone verify where you were after that?
I was with Paula Caponan.
Artist from the show.
I picked her up at her place
and, uh... drove her to Catamount with me.
Write down her name and number.
You're here
until she confirms your story.
Washed-up architect
stiffs dying woman.
Should play well on the evening news.
No. That'll do it. Great.
Okay, the architect's story checks out.
His budding Picasso was skiing with him.
Okay, well, if we believe Gagen,
Audrey wasn't with Ryan after she left the gallery,
but I still haven't found a cab that picked her up.
That includes gypsy cabs? I'm working on those next.
Let me ask you, how long did the husband
say she could go without her next pill?
About 12 hours. And if she didn't take
her dose this morning, she's long overdue.
You know, you've been very helpful. Thank you.
Guys, I found Cara Nelson from the hospice group.
Where?
She's living with an elderly widow
in a Central Park West apartment.
What's her connection with the widow?
Well, she's dying, she's vulnerable.
According to her doorman, Cara installed herself
as the woman's caregiver.
What a bottom-feeder.
Yeah. NYPD is reeling her in as we speak.
We subpoenaed your bank records and compared them to Audrey's.
You know what we found?
There were withdrawal amounts from Audrey's account
that are identical to deposit amounts into your account.
Was she giving you money outside her house?
Yes. I sold her some herbs, legally imported from Thailand.
Why would she buy herbs from you?
Because she thought they would help her.
And did your sales pitch include that those herbs had healed you?
I had cancer of the lymph nodes. Yes.
Could you give me the name of the doctor
who told you you were cured?
I don't have to tell you that.
Well, actually, you do,
because fraud is getting people
to part with their money based on a lie.
See, here's the thing.
We don't seem to have any record of you visiting a doctor
for any kind of diagnosis.
So we can charge you right now,
or you can prove to us that you're not a fraud.
Is there a third option?
Uh-huh. Tell us what happened with Audrey.
I was working her for a while.
Wasn't having much success till after her seizure.
She got a lot more desperate after that.
Hearing that I was cured was the final fly on the line.
And she finally bit about a week ago.
Am I being stupid?
Is it stupid to want to live for your family?
I tried being accepting-- dying the good way.
But nearly dying from that seizure,
and then watching Gabe get sicker... I'm not ready.
I know.
You're like me.
That's why I have to share this with you.
Now, you told me about the shame exercise.
But the picture you brought to the group...
You were in the sixth grade?
Seventh.
I was in boarding school.
A place called West Yorktown Academy.
Mm-hmm.
Something happened there.
Something that made you feel... dirty.
Yes.
That's it.
I can feel that.
That is the energy
the tumor's feeding on.
(exhaling loudly)
I'm sorry.
What's wrong?
It's too strong.
I'm just a novice.
I'm not even supposed to be doing this.
What do I do?
I don't know.
There must be something.
Maybe the monks could help us.
They did it for me.
How does that work? Do I go there?
No. No, you make a donation
to pay for medicine or for their school.
I tell them that a generous benefactor
wishes only for their enlightenment,
and for a prayer for their own good health.
How much should I give?
I gave them $16,000
for my pilgrimage.
But I don't know.
As much as you can.
What's important
is the intention.
You know, you're also going to have to face
the source of your pain.
Find him?
Yes.
Settle things.
She called me the next day.
Said she found a way to get me maybe $15,000, $20,000.
I told her that sounded like a good amount.
She was desperate.
Aren't most dying people?
Did she happen to mention
the name of this guy?
VIVIAN: Oh, don't stop now.
You're on a roll.
I have no idea.
I stopped listening
after she told me she'd get me the money.
So can I go now? Yeah.
To federal prison.
I thought I was getting a deal.
And Audrey thought she was getting a cure.
So when she was dealing with this con woman, Cara Nelson,
Audrey made reference to the fact
that there was something that made her feel dirty.
What do you think? Abuse?
It's possible.
But there's no record of it in her past history.
Not yet.
But her school closed down ten years ago,
and we're digging through those files.
But a local paper reported
a day of prayer and reconciliation 22 years ago.
The school even brought in a therapist.
So something must have happened that they needed to deal with.
Well, at least you know
the haystack you're looking at is 22 years old.
Yeah.
Sir, I understand your wife is retired.
Yes. I just need her for one second, please.
I want to talk about one incident
at the West Yorktown Academy, that's all.
I know your paper must have run a lot of articles since then.
No, I understand that, Dr. Wilson, but it...
Yeah. Anything you can tell me
about your conversations with Audrey would be great.
Yes. What's the phone number?
You're sure? Inappropriate behavior with a student?
Uh... Do you know if any charges were ever filed?
No? Okay, is that James Corwin with a "C" or a "K"?
Well, a former colleague told me you taught science.
Yeah. There was some kind of problem in the department?
Thank you, Mrs. Corwin. Bye.
That was Mrs. Corwin. Apparently,
Mr. Corwin got a call from a former
student last night, went out to meet her, stayed for over
an hour and, when he got home, he refused to talk about it.
Probably wasn't too happy about a 22-year-old secret coming out
to ruin his life.
She called and asked to see me.
Recognize that?
That's you and Audrey when she was 12.
I know where you're going with this.
I didn't abuse Audrey.
We know she came to confront you last night.
You were the last person to see her before she went missing.
Why don't you just tell us what happened to her?
I did see Audrey last night.
But not for the reason you think.
Really? What do we think?
You didn't have to bring coffee.
An unexpected call
from an old student is worth a drive and a latte.
What's the occasion, after all these years?
We have to talk about what happened.
There's no need to drag up the past.
No, we do.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I understand Mr. Corwin
took you on a stargazing trip, is that true?
Yes, ma'am, we were trying to find binary stars.
But you were unsupervised, alone and at night.
Just like when this photo was taken.
Mr. Corwin was doing me a favor.
I missed the science club picture.
He was obviously looking for chances to take liberties.
I know you have worried about your continuation here, Audrey.
Your parents have been very inconsistent
with their tuition payments.
But I don't want you to have
to worry anymore.
That's why I've arranged
for a full scholarship.
Oh, wow.
That's great.
You just have to tell me the truth about Mr. Corwin.
Now, when he took this picture,
and you were alone in the schoolhouse...
Yes?
Did he take that opportunity to fondle your breast?
(sighs)
I ruined your life for a lousy scholarship.
You were just fodder in an adult battle.
A big donor wanted my head for calling him a moron.
Others would have squawked if there wasn't good cause.
They wouldn't listen when you told them the truth?
Innocent stargazing between a male teacher
and a 12-year-old girl can sound sleazy pretty quick.
I should have been more careful being alone with a student.
But then because of me, you couldn't teach anymore.
So life gave me salt,
I made margaritas.
My life turned out fine.
What's going on?
Are you okay?
I've just been having some troubles in my life,
and I thought that if I fixed yours,
that things could turn around for me.
Well, then consider me fixed.
Remember what I used to say in class?
"Screw the results, relish the process."
(sobbing)
She seemed to get it all out,
and then she was fine.
She was going to get the next bus.
I offered to wait with her,
but she said she was going to enjoy the night sky.
There's something wrong with her, isn't there?
She's dying.
Oh.
FBI, ma'am.
Have you seen this woman?
Uh, yeah, I saw her around 11:00 last night.
She was over there.
Did she get on a bus?
Nah, she was a little wobbly.
I think she had too much to drink.
But her friend was helping her.
Friend, what was this friend like?
Young guy. I started to go over, but he had it handled.
Yeah, he was helping her with her stuff.
Did you see what direction they were going in?
Yeah, right back over there.
Thank you. Sure.
Martin, yeah, she's been spotted.
I think there may have been an assault.
You take the parking lot, I'll take the yard.
Audrey?
I got something.
She's here.
This is Agent Fitzgerald.
We need an ambulance
at the Hastings Bus Station maintenance area.
Yeah, that's right. Thanks.
She alive?
She's breathing, but it's shallow.
The ambulance is on its way.
Your husband and daughter are on their way down here.
Thank you.
I swore I'd never be back here.
And this is where I end up.
Putting everyone through this.
All because I wanted more time.
Nobody can blame you for that.
Before my diagnosis,
it was always about what would happen one day.
Then when I got sick, I kept skipping the here and now.
But you still have that.
Yeah.
Thank you.
MARCUS: Honey?
Honey? Honey?
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