MAN: Can you believe what Derrick just sent me?
Uh, "This Spring, the Drama Department of Haley High
"is proud to present William Shakespeare's
timeless classic, The Taming of the Shrew."
I mean, what could they possibly be thinking?
What did you say?
Weren't you listening?
Uh, Shakespeare.
Master of modern drama.
Sexist pig?
You're in a rare form tonight, Beck.
I... I just have a lot on my mind.
Obviously not your term paper, though, huh?
No.
You want to vent on the way home?
I should stay and try to get some work done.
I didn't piss you off or anything tonight, did I?
No more than usual.
Oh.
Look, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
Yeah.
Guess you have some admirers.
Hey, what's up? I see you got my note.
Look, I think you have me confused with somebody else.
No, that's the whole reason I came here, Lyra.
I was looking for you.
I have to go.
Hey, where you running off to?
I said I have to go. Come on.
Leave me alone, okay?
Ah...
You think if I walked in here naked anybody would notice?
Um, no, but thanks for the visual.
Trust me, it's nothing to write home about.
What do you got? Becca Howard.
Missing since 8:00 last night.
She came here with her friend and never made it home.
Where does she live? A few blocks away
with her grandfather, George Howard.
He reported it?
Yeah, he called the cell phone,
it went straight to voice mail,
so he decided to call the best friend,
Rick Jenkins, and he says that
the last time he saw her she was here.
Do we know if anybody saw her leave?
Yeah, the waitress, and she also saw two guys
that followed her out, high school age.
She's working on the sketches.
Did she think it looked like they knew each other?
Apparently, one of them passed her a note
Lyra?
Yeah, so I'm thinking
maybe he confused her with somebody else.
Found it in the Dumpster out back.
Okay. Thank you.
"I know what you need, and you need it bad.
"How about I take you outside, and..."
Oh, my God!
That's where I stop reading out loud.
Nice.
WOMAN: Sam, hey.
It's, uh, Emily. I called a couple of weeks ago.
I don't know if you got my message.
It's been a long time.
I'm gonna be in the city today.
I was wondering if maybe you wanted to...
RECORDED VOICE: Message deleted.
DANNY: Her name is Becca Howard.
She's a sophomore
at Haley High.
No history of truancy.
She was a good student until about six months ago
when her grades took a hit.
Any hits off her cell phone?
It's dead-- ERT found it
about two blocks away from the cafe.
The only calls that she had made in the last couple of days
were to her grandfather and to her friend Rick Jenkins.
What about computer use?
Again, mostly IMs and e-mails to Rick Jenkins.
Did she use the hard-wired computers in the Internet cafe?
No, just a laptop that was connected
to the Wi-Fi network at the cafe.
Hola. How are we doing
with the two guys that chased her? Right here.
So, according to a busboy, they drove a red Jeep,
and they had some kind of orange sticker on the back window.
Sticker could be some kind of school parking permit?
Well, the waitress said that one of the guys had
an orange and brown jacket. I'm going to look into
the local schools that use those colors.
Okay.
Um, and, uh... take these back
to her school and have them circulate it,
see if anybody recognizes these guys.
Will do.
GEORGE: If she was okay,
why wouldn't she come home?
Well, we're circulating her picture
at rape crisis centers and hospitals
around the area.
So far, nobody's recognized her,
but if she shows up,
they're going to let us know.
SAMANTHA: Mr. Howard, are you sure
you've never seen these men before?
Maybe hanging out with your granddaughter?
No. The only friend she brings around is Rick.
I knew I shouldn't have let her stay out so late.
Why are you taking care of her instead of her parents?
A couple of months after Becca was born,
my son, he fell asleep at the wheel,
and he and his wife were killed.
I did the best job I could raising her,
but it hasn't been easy lately.
What's going on with her?
Oh, not her.
I've been dealing with this kidney thing since last October.
The V.A. is taking their time about getting me home care,
so Becca's stuck with nurse duty.
That means prescriptions that need picking up,
three shots daily, and then dialysis once a week.
That's a lot for a 15-year-old to handle.
Too damn much, but what am I supposed to do?
I know she's sick of taking care of me.
But every time I try to talk to her,
it seems like all we do is argue.
Becca, you were supposed to be home two hours ago.
I tried your cell.
I went to watch a play rehearsal, so I turned it off.
You said you were going to go to the pharmacy after school.
I did.
Your prescription changed.
Why didn't you tell me you were getting worse?
Because I'm not.
I asked the pharmacist.
She said that the only reason you'd be on new antibiotics
is if you weren't getting better.
The doctor really believes these are going to work.
Well, you don't know that, do you?
You want to tell me what's going on with you?
Why should I?
It's not like you're honest with me.
I know things are a little upside down right now.
Right now? Try the past six months.
Try my whole life.
There is nothing I can do about that, Becca.
Just like there's nothing you can do about dying, right?
I should have been up front with her about how sick I am,
but I just knew it would make her worry.
I hope you don't mind me asking, but how bad is it?
My doctor said it could be six months...
could be a year.
SAMANTHA: Okay. Uh...
Mr. Howard, if she did run away,
do you have any idea where she would go?
I've already called every place I can imagine.
I just don't know.
I've got no clue why they called her Lyra.
Well, it could be another screen name or an e-mail account
that she doesn't want her grandfather to know about.
No, she... she's always been "Beckalicious."
That's the only e-mail I know.
Okay, so what do you guys usually do
when you're at the cafe?
Check e-mail, do homework, that's it.
Do you remember her talking to any guys around there?
No.
She wishes.
Well, these guys who sent her the note,
seemed to think that she wanted to hook up.
Is she the kind of girl that has that reputation?
I don't think so.
You don't think so?
No, I-I... I meant, I-I don't know.
You know, every second that we screw around here,
she's getting in greater and greater danger.
Now, you're her friend.
So you're going to know whether she's the kind of girl
that puts out or these guys were talking crap behind her back.
Well, people weren't talking behind Becca's back,
that was the problem.
She felt like they didn't even know she existed.
Becca...
Hey, I...
didn't think I'd see you here today.
Well, yeah, my, um...
my grandpa had his appointment,
but it, it got changed.
Well, I should, uh, you know...
I'll talk to you later, okay?
I couldn't believe it either.
They've been going at it for at least an hour.
I told her last week
that I was finally getting ready to talk to him.
She definitely moved past the talking part, huh?
I mean, have you seen her fingernails?
Yeah, purple, I know.
Seriously, Beck, I mean, Silvia's a skank,
and Jeremy Simms is, is not worth it.
But he wouldn't even look at me.
What's wrong with me?
Same thing that's wrong with me.
I'm gay?
No, we have standards.
I'm going to be the last virgin in America, aren't I?
Look, if it's messing you up that much,
then do something about it.
I mean, I'm pretty sure that there's plenty of guys
who would be happy to help you change your image.
So what's with the nail polish thing?
Different colors mean different things.
Like what?
Pink means you'll give oral sex.
Purple says you'll go all the way.
ELENA: Okay, so what do you think?
Her grandfather's dying so she decides to lose her virginity?
I don't get the math.
There's no math.
She's an emotional, lonely, 15-year-old girl,
and you should know they start even younger than that.
You're not helping me, you know.
Hey, listen, it's the truth. Jack.
So we determined that the two guys from that Internet café go
to school at Fremont High on Long Island.
We ID them?
The driver of the Jeep.
Danny has local P.D. bringing him right now.
Okay, let me know when they get here.
You got it.
I'm going to see if I can find Becca's friend Sylvia. Okay, great.
My son doesn't even know this girl.
Then your son and his friend are very forward.
Look, I know what happened.
She's a hot 15-year-old.
You like her, you tell her, she rejects you, and it sucks.
I didn't even talk to her.
You got angry, didn't you?
That's enough.
Look, I know where you're going with this.
I said I didn't touch her.
Your friend did. Kyle, did you watch?
You, not another word.
Mr. Blady,
if your son wants to help himself,
he should tell me who his friend is and where Becca is.
We're not answering another question
until our lawyer gets here.
You may not have to.
All right, what do we got?
Well, I checked Kyle Blady's cell phone activity
from last night.
Around the time that Becca went missing,
he accessed this Web site.
GIRL : I love this new body spray.
Moonlight Desire.
I'd sleep with me, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I just got to get ready.
I feel weird watching this.
Sweet dreams.
Becca registered for the screen name Lyralover42 using an alias.
Every day for the last three months,
she's been uploading video diaries to the web.
And nobody in her life knows about this?
Well, I guess it was easier for her
to tell her innermost secrets to total strangers.
How many people have seen this?
VIVIAN: Well, she's been averaging
2,000 hits a week,
up until six days ago, when she announced
that she was bored of being a virgin.
The downloads tripled.
Obviously that's how Kyle Blady and his friend found out,
and she mentioned hanging out at the coffee shop
in one of her blogs.
Okay, I want a list of everybody
that's logged on to this site in the last week.
Most of them are online handles.
It'll take a while to track them.
Pull help if you need it.
Okay.
Okay, what are we looking at now?
This is Becca's last video entry,
two days before she disappeared.
Hey, it's me.
: Sorry for the waterworks.
It's just, today sucked, and what's worse
is that there's no one I can even talk to about it.
I got... I got something in the mail and...
everything I thought I knew is wrong and all screwed up.
I don't know.
I don't know who I am and what I think anymore.
People aren't who they say,
and I don't even know who I can trust.
I'm sorry.
I'm a mess, I know.
I wish I could say more.
Maybe tomorrow, okay?
Till then, thanks for listening.
What's this piece of mail she keeps referring to?
We don't know. We're looking into it.
Okay, um...
make sure you give me the full list of predators
when you get them.
Hi, Sam.
Emily.
I was in the city for a doctor's appointment.
I haven't heard from you in a while.
Yes, right, I know, the phone call.
Um, I'm sorry I haven't called you back.
It's been pretty crazy around here.
Yeah, there's a lot of you guys running around here.
Why were you at the doctor?
Oh, it was just, um, something with my shoulder.
How's Mom?
Have you, uh, have you talked to her?
The new Wal-Mart in Priority Springs has changed her life.
Other than that, she's the same.
I'm sorry, Emily, I'm...
It's really busy.
Of course, and I wouldn't have come to your office.
I was going to leave a note at your place, except...
You don't have my new address.
Right.
Sorry about that.
I can keep all the facts of a case together,
it's the little... life things that throw me.
Maybe we could have lunch.
You know, like I said, I'm so busy.
Well, you've got to eat.
Yes, that's true, I do.
Okay.
Okay, sure.
How about in... a couple hours?
Okay, yeah, that'd be great.
I'll see you in two hours.
Okay.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry...
that I showed up with no warning.
I'm sorry, too... for the phone call
and the address, and...
not staying in touch.
I'll see you soon.
Okay.
Somebody going to tell me what I'm doing here?
Gavin.
Break the news to him.
Your buddy Kyle gave you up.
Gave up what?
He doesn't know anything.
Well, he did know-- how did he put it?
That you were dead set
on popping that Internet bitch's cherry.
Whether she liked it or not. What did you do to her
after she did that to you? Nothing.
She didn't even do it.
No, then who did?
I don't know. Come on, Gavin,
you can do better than that.
I'm telling you the truth.
Look, I admit, I wanted to get with the girl.
I mean, hell, who wouldn't?
But I never got the chance.
Stay here.
Gavin, come on, man, that's enough, let's go.
Stay away from me. Come on.
I'm just trying to help you, Lyra, give you what you want.
I'm warning you. Why do you got to be like that?
Help! Somebody help!
Nice.
It took me a few minutes to come to.
By the time I did, I was alone.
Did you get a look at who hit you?
No.
What'd you do after that? You mean where'd I go?
Home.
Can anybody back that up?
My parents.
But they were both asleep by then.
Well, you don't have an alibi.
You're screwed. Let's go.
Hey. Hey.
You think he's our guy?
I don't know, but he just confessed to assault.
Well, unfortunately,
he may not be the only jackass in Becca's life now.
She got a lot of offers from guys willing to deflower her.
And the one that she seemed to like
is a 25 year old named Thor136.
Do we have a real name?
No, but Lucy's tracking his IP address,
and it looks like she agreed to meet up with him,
and gave him a neighbor's address
so he could send her something.
Do we know what he sent her?
It could be what upset her the other night.
Well, the neighbor should be here any minute,
so we'll, we'll find out.
All right, good.
Well, I upload a blog of my own,
and a couple months ago, I found Becca's page,
and you know, we e-mailed, and we sort of became friends.
Were you aware that she gave your home address
to a man she met online?
No, no. Well, not until it was too late.
Oh, I didn't know it was going to be delivered so soon.
I'm sorry, I would have made sure it was okay.
Yeah, sure, but why couldn't you have it delivered here?
Well, it's, it's just
that a friend wanted to send me something
and I knew if Grandpa saw it he'd freak.
Hmm, a boy?
We started chatting on my site a few days ago.
Lynn, he's amazing.
It's my book!
The GoldenCompass-- it's what Lyra comes from.
I can't believe he remembered.
So you're accepting gifts from guys that you just met online?
That's not really smart, is it?
Well, I met you online. Yeah, but I'm not
some sweaty dude who's trying
to get in your pants from behind a keyboard.
You don't know him.
He's really a nice guy.
Uh-huh.
Well, they're all nice at first, Becca, trust me.
You don't know anything real about this guy.
I know that he pays attention to me.
Okay, Becca, listen.
You've got to start being more careful.
That's all there is to it.
She promised me that she wasn't going
to share detailed information about herself online anymore.
You know, I should have told her granddad, but I didn't.
Have you been keeping up with her Internet posts lately?
No, not really, why?
Well, two days before you received the package,
she went online saying that she was giving
her virginity away.
Wow, I didn't know anything about that, I swear.
And the package, were there any identifying marks on it?
You know, I thought that was kind of weird,
because there was no return address or anything.
But it was postmarked New York.
Okay, thanks, bye.
No sign of the book or the packaging it came in
at Becca's apartment, and there was no signature required,
so we can't trace the delivery.
Well, I have to hand it to him,
this guy Thor knows how to hide his tracks.
He used bogus info on his email and chat accounts,
and his IP history shows nothing
but public computers around Astoria.
Well, he's working in a defined zone,
could be close to his home.
Okay, thanks a lot.
Guys, I found a rare bookstore in Brooklyn
that sold a signed first edition of The Golden Compass
to a guy named C. Dalton last week.
Of course, there's 62 C. Dalton's in the state.
Any of them live around Astoria?
The man's good.
He's wearing a badge.
F.B.I.!
Put your hands where I can see them.
Becca's not here.
Should have chewed your arm off.
I didn't realize that the oath to protect and serve
included serving minors wine coolers.
Can you please get these off me?
Not until you tell me where Rebecca Howard is.
I don't know anyone named that.
So, uh...
I'm not going to find her fingerprints
all over that bottle?
No.
Hmm.
How about you having sex with her on this camera right here?
Let me ask you something.
Your trooper friends know anything about this?
I didn't do anything illegal.
Except molesting a 15-year-old girl.
She said she was 18.
I didn't...
I didn't force her into anything.
Watch the tape if you want.
I will.
And so will the jury.
So do you want to tell me how you got cuffed to the bed?
I don't know.
You don't know?
What are we doing?
I'm just giving him
a little prison tat.
You can't do that. Oh, sure I can.
I'm going to put you in holding
just a little bit longer,
so your colleagues can enjoy hanging out with a pedophile.
Please, please, get it off me.
If you don't tell me what I want to know,
I'm going to write it across your head.
I don't know, I swear. I don't know.
I'm, I'm, I'm...
This high school kid attacked her, maybe she went after him.
What else did she tell you about that kid?
She didn't have to tell me anything.
I saw him chasing her down the alley,
near where I was supposed to pick her up.
Should have cut bait then,
but instead I brought her back here.
Um, thanks for helping me.
No problem.
I'm just glad I showed up when I did.
Are you, uh, are you feeling any better?
A little, I guess.
That's, uh,
peach.
I didn't know what you'd like.
I have beer if you want.
Oh, no, this is fine.
What are these?
Handcuffs.
I'm a security guard.
You're older than you said.
Maybe, just a little bit.
Why'd you lie?
Because of this.
I was afraid you'd judge me.
Becca, I didn't judge you.
Not once the entire time you were pouring your heart out
on your computer.
I think I should go.
Look, look.
I'm sorry that I wasn't completely honest.
Did you like that book I sent?
Yeah, it was really sweet.
I know it's crazy--
it's going to sound crazy--
but I knew you would.
See, I felt this connection
with you the first time I saw you.
Really?
What kind of connection?
I just wanted to take care of you.
Will you let me?
After that I took a shower.
I thought everything was fine.
What's wrong?
It's nothing.
You know, um...
it's natural to get emotional
after something like this.
It's not about having sex with you.
What's that?
It's just a letter from a... from a friend.
And, uh, that's what's got you upset?
Yeah.
But I'm sure you don't want to hear about it.
Well, whatever it is, I'm sure there's nothing
you can do about it tonight.
We went to sleep.
Next thing I know I feel the handcuff.
She grabbed my wallet and took off with my car keys.
Did she tell you anything about the letter she was reading?
No.
Clean up this douche bag and bring him downtown.
Do you mind if we have a few minutes with him alone?
Take as much time as you want.
How's everything going?
Well, we haven't found Becca yet, right?
I mean with you.
How's everything going with you?
Listen, Danny, um, I know that things have been
a little, well... I've been a little strange.
I just need some more time.
You know, Elena, I don't know what to say to that.
Well, I was hoping that you were going to say...
How much time do you need, mama?
Okay.
How much time do you need, mama?
A little more time.
Just a little, I promise.
Agent Malone, this woman's here
for Agent Spade.
Uh, Special Agent Jack Malone.
Oh, hi, I'm Emily Reynolds.
I'm Sam's sister.
Right.
Uh, she's not here right now.
She's out in the field.
Can I help you with something?
Oh, no, we were just supposed to meet and have lunch.
Well, I could, um, I could call her and tell her you're here.
Oh, I don't want to bother her while she's at work.
Do you know when she's going to be free?
No, not really.
We don't, um, we don't see each other very much.
Yeah, I have a brother like that.
Is she okay?
Yeah, she's fine.
Um, if you would just tell her that I was here
and I'll catch up with her later.
I'll do that.
Emily's sister, and I'll have someone escort you out.
Nice to meet you.
Thank you for your help.
Anything on the APB we put out on Dalton's car?
No, but we're circulating Becca's photo
around his neighborhood.
Well, wherever she's gone,
I'll bet it has something to do with that letter.
Or it might have something to do with the fact
that she slept with a 35-year-old man.
That's great, thanks.
So one of Dalton's credit cards was used this morning
to open a Lexus-Nexus account for an Internet search.
Yeah, what was the search for?
Current address for Darren Howard.
Maybe a sibling we don't know about?
Nope, he's her father.
You mean the one who is supposed to be dead?
GEORGE: I don't understand.
Now you think she's looking for Darren?
Yeah, who you told us was dead.
That's what I always told Becca.
Well, I'm not your granddaughter, Mr. Howard,
I'm an FBI agent.
And you're hindering my investigation.
You said you thought someone raped her.
I didn't think it was important.
Besides, I was worried if I told you,
Becca would find out when she came back.
Why have you been lying to Becca?
My son...
He has mental problems.
When he got married, things were much better.
But after Kate died, he just...
He couldn't hold it together.
Darren?
Darren!
Stop, son, please.
Please, stop.
What happened?
I want an explanation.
Shh. It's all right.
You've got to get it together, Darren.
I can't even look at her.
You can't blame her for what happened.
Dad, what is wrong with me?
Sit down and I'll call a doctor.
No, no, I got to get out of here.
Oh, honey, honey.
I didn't have any choice.
He wouldn't get help.
So I got custody of Becca and I raised her.
Why would your son blame Becca for what happened?
Becca's mother didn't die in a car accident.
She died in childbirth.
I didn't want Becca to blame herself.
How did Becca find out her father was alive?
From a letter he sent.
This is my fault.
Why is that?
I wrote Darren a couple of months ago.
I didn't tell him I was sick.
I was just worried
about what would happen to Becca... when I die.
He must have written back, and Becca found it.
Mr. Howard, do you know
if your son ever received psychological counseling?
No.
No, but if she's going to confront him,
I just...
I don't know what he might do.
Hey, we're here.
What's the deal with Stanford Mental Health?
SAMANTHA: They're sending a staff psychiatrist to the address.
We're not going to have time to wait.
Hold on.
Sam, we got him.
F.B.I.! Pop the trunk and step out of the car!
Darren Howard?
Yeah. What's going on?
Where's your daughter?
She lives with her grandfather. I haven't seen her in 15 years.
Want to explain the car then?
I'm borrowing it from a friend.
Becca stole it,
so stop lying-- what have you done to her?
You think I would hurt my daughter?
Your father told us about your illness.
Well, I'm not sick anymore,
and I have a right to be with her.
We need to know that she's all right, so where is she?
She came by a couple of hours ago.
I...
I hadn't seen her since she was a baby.
I didn't even recognize her.
Uh, whatever you're selling, I'm not buying, okay?
Honest. The Girl Scouts cleaned me out.
Are you Darren Howard?
Yeah. Do I know you?
No. Um...
I'm Becca.
Your daughter.
You're...
you're not little anymore.
Grandpa said you died.
What
I mean, what... what did he say happened to me?
He said you and mom died in a car crash
right after I was born.
Well, your mom did die, Becca, but I'm... I'm fine.
I'm... I'm right here.
Why would he lie to me?
He... he didn't think I would be a very good father,
and, uh... he didn't want you to be able to find me, so...
How did you?
I found... I found the letter that you sent him
saying that you wanted to see me.
I've been carrying it around for three days
because I couldn't figure out if I wanted to see you.
Why?
Well, it's been 15 years.
I mean, didn't you ever wonder about me before?
Of course. Of course, Becca,
but I never knew where you were until now.
I've lived in the same place my whole life.
I couldn't have been that hard to find.
Becca, I tried, okay?
Listen.
The important thing is that you're here now.
And you know the truth.
And your grandfather can never keep us apart again.
You are so beautiful.
It's okay.
Everything is going to be okay.
I never thought I'd see her again,
and then there she was... wanting to be with me.
And now you just want to give her back to my dad.
Your father's dying, Mr. Howard,
and he's hoping that you could be a part
of your daughter's life.
What's wrong with him?
His kidneys are failing. And, look, he doesn't have
a lot of time. Now, where's Rebecca?
I sent her to stay with a friend of mine.
She didn't want us to be apart,
but I convinced her that this is what we had to do
if we wanted to be together.
We need a location.
I want to come with you.
You're wasting our time, Mr. Howard.
Bristol. She's on a bus right now.
Let's go.
Rebecca Howard?
No. Sorry.
Becca, I'm Special Agent Johnson with the F.B.I.
Look, you've got the wrong person.
Look, you need to come with me, honey.
No. You're going to take me back to my grandfather.
No. What we're going to do is look into everything...
Let me go to her.
Just sit tight. She's going to be fine.
Look, I need to talk to her.
Let my partner handle it, okay?
Please.
I haven't been honest with her.
All right.
Come on. Let's go.
I want to be with my father.
I won't go.
Hey, Viv
Becca, honey, stop.
They want to take me back. I know, I know.
They're just trying to do what's best for you.
What do you mean?
You said you wanted to be with me.
I haven't been the same since your mom died.
I'm trying to get better.
But I'm worried.
I'm worried what I might do to you.
What are you talking about?
I lied about your grandfather.
He didn't steal you from me.
He had to take care of you because I couldn't.
I was sick,
and it had nothing to do with you or your mom.
I loved her so much.
But when she died, I just wanted to forget.
Darren?
If your grandfather hadn't come...
No.
Look, I'm sorry.
Becca...
I'm sorry.
I want to be there for you,
but I'm just not well enough to take care of you yet.
Becca?
I'm sorry I ran away.
I should have told you about your father a long time ago.
I should have been more honest
about a lot of things.
I'm just so scared.
I hate thinking that I won't be around for you.
I know I'm not good talking about stuff like this,
but we've got to figure out what's happening here.
I just love you so much.
I don't want you to die.
I'm not going anywhere yet.
I am going to fight like a son of a bitch,
and stick around as long as I can.
Hi, Sam.
I'm sorry about yesterday.
Got caught up with a case.
No, you didn't.
I wasn't expecting you, Emily.
Well, how could you if you don't return my phone calls?
What do you want from me? What do you want?
Because you do want something, so...
I just want to have lunch.
Why?
We have talked, what, ten times in 12 years?
What could we possibly have to talk about at lunch?
I don't know. I thought we could start... somewhere.
I can't.
I can't... I can't sit here
and make polite conversation with you, okay? I...
I hope you're happy.
I hope you have people who love you and take care of you.
It can't be me.
Do you understand that?
It can't be me.
Sam... No.
Please.