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THE WRONG CAR

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Charles!

Hey, Trudy!
I thought that might be you.

I didn't know you
drove a NetCar.

I do. Hop in.

So where are we
headed tonight?

I'm headed to Tatnuck Square.

Corner of Pleasant
and Copperfield.

You know, I don't normally
splurge on a black car,

but this is really nice.

So, working late?

Yeah, this Criminology
class is kicking my butt.

Look, I can help
you if you want.

Charles!

Okay,
don't get all defensive,

it's just an offer.

Do you feel safe?

How so?

You know, letting strange
people into your car.

I mean, you're bound
to get some crazies.

You know, my mother
always told me,

don't pick up hitchhikers

or get into strangers cars.

Well, I know more about
you than you think.

Trudy O'Donnell,
four point seven stars.

What?

Someone didn't give me a "five".

Clearly. You ticked them off pretty
bad if they only gave you a "four".

Clearly.

No, I feel safe enough, though.

Plus, I don't have to
deal with any cash.

That's true.

You know what, Charles,
just go a little further up.

I'm on the right, 92.

See you later.

Thanks, Charles.

You are so welcome.

Hey, I'll see you
in class, okay?

-Yes, you will.
-All right.

Hey, Trudy...

you just earned
yourself five stars.

Back at you!

Hey, what time is it?

A little before 2:00.

Did I wake you?

No, I had to pee.

You look exhausted.

I'm fine.

You're not fine!

You've got bags
under your eyes.

You're too skinny and you
haven't showered in three days.

Two!

Three! I'm counting.

Yeah, well, I'm busy.

That's bull!
You're hiding.

Hiding from what?

Real life.

Yeah, real life
starts next year.

What?

When you work 90 hours a week as a
lackey in some high-powered law firm?

Yeah, well, it's what I want.

You know what?

We're going to go out.

-Gretch...
-No! Stop.

We're going out.
You need it.

Yeah, like a hole in the head.

I am so sick of seeing you
moping around,

trying not to think
of that damn ex of yours.

We're going out.

We're not going out!

The classical theory
of criminal justice

revolves around the idea that
a person who breaks the law

does so with rational free will

and that society therefore

should design a punishment
of equal severity to the crime.

Miss O'Donnell.

But a pre-requisite
for the classical philosophy

is that all humans
are hedonists.

That we prefer pleasure
over pain and are

therefore deterred
from committing crimes

by the threat of
uncomfortable circumstances.

I'm not sure
I buy that.

So you are more
of a positivist then?

Well, yes.

Like Comte, I think that
our criminal justice system

should work to improve society, not
cater to its most base instinct.

The problem is,
is that our penal system

is absolutely classical
in its theory and design.

Okay, is it really
classical by design?

Or is that just
in practice?

The forces that push people
into criminal behavior,

whether it's
social or psychological,

I mean, even biological,
those are the same forces

that push our penal system back to
that classical way of thinking.

That is a frightening thought.

So you're saying that people would
rather retaliate than rehabilitate?

Absolutely.

I mean, it is human nature,
right? Eye for an eye? Hammurabi.

Society tries, but they can't seem
to reign in that innate aggression.

Hence the debate behind the
western philosophy of legalism.

Thank you both so very much,
we're out of time for today.

Bring it back here
next time when we discuss

the vital importance of an
uncontaminated crime scene

in the forensic examination
of trace evidence.

Don't come in here if you
don't do the reading.

Hey, you know, I think where
the classical theory breaks down

is with the assumption
that the criminal

mind is rational.
I mean, it's not.

Do you want to grab
a coffee and discuss it?

Nice try.

What? Did I say
something wrong?

I'm not interested,
Charles.

I told you
a million times.

Thanks again for the ride.

It's just coffee.

I did not need that
last Fireball shot.

That wasn't
the last one.

We're about to get another
round for those guys.

No,
no, no, no.

I am going home.

You're such a lightweight.

The night's just
getting started.

Really? Okay.

I'm having fun, I am.

But I have so much
to do tomorrow,

and I just need to go home
before it gets ugly.

Come on,
that guy is so cute.

I know,
that's why I need to leave.

Okay, honestly, I'm
not ready to go yet.

Just stay then.
I'll take a NetCar.

-One more shot.
-Gretch.

-Okay, I love you.
-Bye. Love you.

92, Pleasant.

There's water back
there if you want.

Thank you,
I needed that.

911 dispatch,
what is your emergency?

Hello?

911 dispatch,
how may I help you?

I... I think
I've been raped.

Okay, Trudy.

Now I need to do
a speculum exam,

which mean I need to do an
internal vaginal and anal swab.

Would you like me
to continue?

Yes.

This is an emergency
contraceptive

and a clinic where
you can have an HIV test.

Thanks.

That rape kit exam
is not easy,

but it is crucial in gathering
the evidence we need to find,

try and convict this guy.

When will we get the results?

That can take several weeks.

Several weeks?

Trudy, this is a long
and difficult process.

But you've taken the hardest
step in reporting your assault.

Now you just need to be patient
and let us do our job.

In the meantime, what can you
tell me about what happened?

That's the thing,
I don't remember.

It's like it was
all just erased.

Sounds like Rohypnol.

A roofie?

Were you drinking last night?

Yes.

It's really easy
to slip into a drink.

Plus, combined with alcohol,
it can cause memory impairment.

The tox screen will
confirm the results,

but for now it's a good
bet that it's Rohypnol.

Who had access to your
drinks last night?

I don't know,
the bartender...

The guys we were dancing
with, they bought us shots.

Trud.

-Gretchen.
-My gosh!

I was so worried about you.

Are you okay?

No.

Here, let's get you home.

I've brought you clothes.

We can continue this later.

-Go home.
-Thank you.

Come on.

That's the thing...

I don't remember.

I remember getting
into the NetCar...

and then waking up
in a motel room naked.

I shouldn't have
made you come out.

And I shouldn't have
let you leave alone.

I'm just glad you're okay.

-I mean, those two guys, I thought...
-What?

What? No, those two
guys were harmless.

Who was your driver?

I never thought about that.

I got a "no show".

What does that mean?

It means my car showed up
and I wasn't there.

-Then who drove you?
-Exactly.

God, I'm such an idiot.

I mean, I just hopped into a black
car and assumed it was my ride.

Trud, it was an honest mistake.

Okay? I would've
done the same thing.

-It's not your fault.
-No.

It's my fault.

-Hi, I'm Detective Jackson.
-Hi.

Westchester PD.

Were you on duty
the night of May 14th.

Yeah.

Are you aware that a rape
occurred in room 106.

Yeah, my boss had
told me about it.

I understand that the man who
rented that room paid in cash.

Yeah, if that's what it says in
the ledger, then yeah, I suppose.

And you didn't
ask him for ID?

Or have him fill out
an information card?

Hey, lady, look, most of
the people that stay here,

they like to stay anonymous,
you know what I mean?

So it's your policy
not to ask for ID?

If they pay in cash.

Did you see what
was driving?

Black town car, maybe?

Something boxy, dark.

License plate?

You serious?

I'm going to need to see your security
camera footage from that night.

Good luck with that.

Do you think this is funny?

It's $9.99 online.

Put a double A battery
right in there,

and it makes that
little red light go.

Looks pretty convincing?
It fooled you, detective, so...

All right, so what can you
tell me about this guy?

Pretty average.

5'10" or so.

A little heavy set.

How was dressed?

Not bad.

Pretty sharp for somebody
that would stay here at least.

Would you be willing to work
with one of our sketch artists?

Yeah, yeah, I mean...

If you want to talk to my
boss, sort it out, so...

Okay, thank you
for your time.

-Yeah, sure.
-I'll be in touch.

Look forward to it.

Hey.

Not going
to class today?

No, I don't feel
up for it.

Do you want me
to stay with you today?

-No.
-You sure?

Yeah.

All right, well...

get outside.

Get some exercise
or something.

I will.

-Seriously.
-I will.

It sounds like
a good idea.

Hey.

You're gonna be okay.

Am I?

Of course, you are.

You are a strong, angry woman
who can make a difference.

Yeah, but how?

Well...

that's something you're
gonna have to figure out.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Love you.
-Love you, too.

Hello.

Mom.

Sweetie?

What's wrong?

Trudy, come in.

I was just about
to call you.

The results of your
tox screen have come back.

And?

You tested positive
for the drug Flunitrazepam.

Rohypnol, as we suspected.

What about the rest
of my rape kit?

Well, none of the forensic
diagnostics have been done yet.

Unfortunately, there's
a backlog of these.

But the lab technician did tell me
that there was vaginal swelling

consistent with intercourse,

and that she was
able to identify

a small piece of latex
and a semen sample.

Great. So raped me
and the condom broke.

Yes, but that does
give us an advantage.

Doesn't necessarily know this
and now we have a DNA sample.

I mean, did you
learn anything else?

Anything at the motel? Did
anyone at the club see anything?

No. Unfortunately not.

Knew what was doing, and covered
his tracks pretty well.

Did this case fit
any other MO?

Any other case that
you might be looking into?

We cross-referenced his methods,
the car, the motel,

but until we get forensic
evidence back from the lab,

it's just too early to tell.

Just out of curiosity,

how many of these cases
do you actually solve?

I don't know,
it's hard to say.

Educated guess?

20 to 30 percent.

I actually looked into it.

And nationally, only 32%
of all rape cases are reported.

That sounds about right.

7% of those lead to an arrest
and only 2% are convicted.

Yes.

That means that 98% of all rapists
are walking the streets free.

Not very good odds.

No.

I'm afraid not.

Hi, Charles.

Trudy, hi!

Did you change your mind
about that coffee?

I want to learn
to drive a NetCar.

Hey.

Wait, so you know
how the app works?

Yeah.

You get an alert when you're
in the vicinity of a fare.

Seriously, pay attention
to that star rating.

You do not have to pick up anybody that
you are not comfortable with, okay?

-Okay.
-Okay.

You upgraded your insurance?

Yes.

Do you have a case of water in
the trunk? I get it, I get it.

You got it? You got it? Okay. Really,
you're gonna be awesome, okay?

Call me if you have
any questions.

Thanks, Charles,
I really appreciate it.

You're welcome.

You know, you never
did exactly tell me,

why're you doing
this anyway?

A little extra cash,
just like you.

Something more to it
though, isn't there?

Yeah, okay.
I got it.

Listen, good luck.
You're gonna be great, okay?

Charles.

I can't believe you told
him you were from Sweden.

What?
Wasn't I convincing?

No, not even close.

Okay, we're going
to 14 Schuster Road.

"Vit Logn"
is a little white lie.

I tell you
a little vit logn.

You are the most
handsome man I see today.

And goes, "really?"

Classic.

You girls go to Becker?

Yeah, one more year.

Nice. I got my undergrad there.

Really? And now
you're driving NetCar?

It's really encouraging.

Sorry, just kidding.

You know, you don't
know anything about me.

Sorry, I was just kidding.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Like, seriously, you don't
know anything about me

and you just hopped right into my
car and gave me your home address.

You should be more careful.

I saw you arriving on my phone.

Driver Trudy,
grey Corolla.

-What? That's not you?
-No, that's me.

But people aren't always
who they say they are.

Whatever.

-Hi.
-Hi.

So how long have you been
using the NetCar service for?

Couple of years now.

Couple of years and you still have
five stars, that's impressive.

Well, let me tell you, a little
courtesy goes a long way.

Isn't that the truth.

God, I just snapped
at a customer...

cost me about half a star.

Yikes!

What happened?

It... It doesn't matter.

Just having a tough
couple of weeks.

Worst chapter
of my life, really.

Well, I'm not having
a great week either.

My girlfriend
broke up with me.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.
It's not your fault.

I should've seen it coming.

Let me ask you this,

when a woman says,
"it's not you, it's me."

Like, should I
believe that?

-Honestly?
-Yeah.

No, she's just
softening the blow.

Well, thank you
for the ego boost.

I mean, it maybe her
feelings that have changed,

but, I mean, it's you
she fell in love with.

Are you okay?

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Better to face these
things head on?

-That's what I always say.
-That's right.

Still... Still stings though.

Yeah.

This looks good right here.
That's great.

Okay.

...look, I'm sorry for emotionally
unloading on you like that.

No problem.

You know, if I ever
need another ride,

is there a way that
I could just request you?

Well, you have my work
phone number in your cell.

So if I'm available I'd
be happy to pick you up.

Well... that's not
what I meant.

What did you mean?

I meant I want to call you.
You know?

Call you-call you.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

No, you're right,
that's stupid.

Sorry.

Well, you have a good
night, all right?

-You, too.
-Okay.

Any experienced crime scene
officer is going to tell you,

that the most important
thing they can do

to ensure that any
evidence that they find

stands up in court...

is to control and secure
that crime scene.

So we're talking
about a large perimeter.

We're talking about
essential personnel only.

What about the victim?

Victims get attended to.

Attended to?

Dr. Bell...

every TV crime drama
I've ever seen is

hammered home the idea
of a clean crime scene,

but shouldn't the rights of the
victim and her well-being come first?

No.

Not at the expense of evidence that's
going to convict a perpetrator.

Really? So...

a rape victim
for example,

who is just been violated
and assaulted,

and can't shower

has to sit through five hours of a
de-humanizing rape kit examination

before anybody asks her
if she's okay.

I think the majority of
our crime scene officers

and our law
enforcement personnel

are more compassionate
than that, Miss O'Donnell.

Which way did come from?

That way.

I mean, was waiting
for someone like you.

Might've already
been watching.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Was parked
right there.

Perfect view to the
entrance of the club.

I mean, was just waiting
for a single girl to come out

who looked like she was
going to get a NetCar.

I was a sitting duck.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Do you mind if we take
a look at room 106?

I'm not really supposed
to just to let you into a room.

You know what?
It's fine. It's fine.

You just make sure
that nobody's in there.

Nope.

You...

You don't mind if I ask you
what this is all about, do you?

Did you work the night
of May 14th?

Yeah, I did
as a matter of fact.

But, the cops
already came

and I told them
everything I know. So...

Yeah, I was the girl.

That's messed up.

I'm sorry.

Is this you? Mark?

No, no. Mark's the manager here.
I'm Roger.

Give me the pen.

Roger what?

Roger Dennison.

Great.

Okay.

Sorry, it's...

-It's the silver one.
-I'll bring it right back.

Take your time.

Gosh, this place
is a dump.

What do you remember?

I woke up right here.

It just
doesn't make sense.

I mean, it's his face...

It's bizarre.

It's okay. It's okay,
don't force it.

I put up a fight.

I remember that.

Is this helping?

Yes.

I want to get
inside his head.

Find the flaws
in the system.

I've been thinking
about it 24/7 anyway.

Might as well feel like I'm
actively answering questions.

And the cops
still have nothing?

Nope.

All right. Well,
don't work too late.

-I won't.
-All right...

before I forget.

What is this?

It's pepper spray.

If I could buy you
a gun, I would, but...

just in case.

Be careful.

Hey, Gretch.

Thanks for everything.

Detective Jackson.

It's...

It's Trudy O'Donnell.
I thought about something.

Knows where I live.

Okay, it's all right. How
does know your address?

I told him.

When I got in the car,
I told him my address.

I'm usually so careful to just
give them the cross streets.

Has been there? Have you
noticed anything suspicious?

No.

I can't believe I gave
him my address.

Trudy, the crime committed
against you was not personal.

It was violent and intimate,
but not personal.

Nothing you did
caused the attack.

You were just in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Do they ever go after
the same person twice?

I can't say that
it never happens,

but it is rare.

These kind of crimes
are opportunistic.

It's not your fault.
Do you understand me?

No, I don't.

Bye.

Hey, you look like
you could use one.

-Hey, Charles.
-Hey.

Yeah, I could actually use a
coffee. Is there cream in it?

Cream and one equal.
Just how you like it.

Thank you.
How do you know that?

I pay attention.

So...

how is the NetCar
driving going?

You never warned me that I'd
have to become a therapist.

People do tell you their
problems, don't they?

My God,
do they ever?

Vanderbilt rape case?

Yeah, what do you
know about it?

Well, they were idiots.

I mean, not that
it's any less atrocious,

but they didn't go out that night
planning to rape that girl.

Circumstances just
took a dark turn

when they brought her back
to the dorm passed out.

Do you know the prosecutors knew
that because the boys kissed her?

Really?

Yeah.

Like she was
their girlfriend.

And like, she might
be turned on.

Like, there might
be consent.

But of course,
there wasn't.

She was unconscious.

Charles...

what does a kiss
mean to you?

I mean, do you
want me to show you?

Charles!

Okay, all right.

Sorry.

But a kiss can be even more
intimate than intercourse.

Yeah.

Hey, baby, how are we
doing tonight?

Where are you headed?

Why so cold? What's a smoke show
like you doing working for NetCar?

I'm not your baby.

I don't know
about that.

I do know you're smoking hot.
I'd do you in a heartbeat.

Get out. Get out.
Get out of my car.

-Get out of my car.
-Hey!

There ain't no point
in making a scene.

Was just messing with you.
Didn't mean nothing by it.

Come on, can we just all get back
in and go where we need to go?

No! Get out
of my goddamn car.

Hey, look.

I'm sorry about what I said. It
was wrong. It won't happen again.

Listen, it's not worth
a bad customer rating.

Really. I'm sorry.

Come on, Trudy, me
and my boy Carlos here,

we're not looking
for any trouble.

We just want to go out
and have a little fun.

Yeah?
Where are you going?

What's that strip club
down on Southbridge Street.

Sweaty Betty's.

Typhoon Betty's, really?

Yeah! No doubt.
You know it?

Come on, I'll be good,
I promise.

No hard feelings.

Okay.

One more crack
and you're out.

I like your fight, girl.

Yeah, get in the car.

Hey, Carlos' sister, she's a
dancer down at Sweaty Betty's.

We just going to keep
an eye on her.

No, seriously, yeah?

Carlos and me, we get
all the tail we want.

We don't need to go
hang out at no strip bar.

All right. Okay, yeah, I know.
"Watch my language."

I'll shut up!

You know, it's not about the language.
It's about respecting women.

I respect
Carlos' sister.

Yeah. She is a dime piece.
Yeah.

See? That. That right there.

You immediately
sexually objectified her.

No, I respect her beauty.

Do you? Or do you just
want to have sex with her?

Well...

Maybe. But, you know,
she's Carlos' sister.

He'd probably like, straight
up kill me, right, Carlos?

No doubt.

Hey, I don't know
if you believe me,

but no means
no with me.

I take that stuff
really serious.

It's Manuel.

Hey, Trudy.

Change of plans,
pull over here.

Stay in the car!

End our ride.

But you're not
getting out.

Please, I freaking respect you.

Now just do what I told
you and end our ride.

No! Not if you're not
getting out of the car.

My! My God. Okay.

There!
I ended it.

What do you want?
I don't have any cash.

Give me five stars.

There! Okay, fine.
I gave you five stars.

Now turn off your phone.
You're going on break.

God, please don't hurt me.

There, it's off.

Good. Turn around.
U-Turn.

We're going
to get Manuel.

Okay, look... Look, I'll
cooperate, but you're making me

really nervous with that
gun in my face, okay?

Can you please
put it away?

Yeah. Sorry.

But if you try anything it comes
right back out. Understand?

Okay. Okay.
Okay, fine.

Thank you.

Where are you
taking me?

It doesn't matter.
Take a right up ahead.

Ay, ay, ay! There is.

You guys!

Is - Is okay?

Guys, we need to take
him to a hospital!

Shut the hell up!

We gotta get him
to Doc Espinoza.

No, no, no.
Needs an ambulance.

No ambulance!

-Get in the car.
-No!

-Get in the car.
-No!

-Mira.
-Okay.

Let's go.

It's okay. It's okay.

Memorial Hospital.
It's the closest.

No, no, I told you, no hospitals.
We have to get him to the doc.

Needs a hospital.

Listen, the hospital
will call the cops.

Now go to Winter and Harding,
behind the metal shop.

Carlos, check his pockets.
Got anything on?

-You got anything?
-Nothing.

Manuel, I told you
to keep it simple.

Why'd you have to go mess up
like this? Now you're shot!

Yeah, I know, it hurts.
I know. It's okay.

I'm gonna get you
to the doctor.

Don't you... Don't you
think about dying on me.

Don't you die!
Don't you die!

What are you
looking at? Drive!

It's okay.

Hey! You're not going to tell
anybody about this, right?

-No.
-Okay.

Seriously, don't
tell the cops.

You know, you're good, right?

We didn't hurt you
or nothing. Okay?

Good. I owe you one.

What do you mean, a drug dealer got
shot and bled all over your back seat?

Trud, why didn't
you wake me up?

-Did you call the police?
-No.

Okay, one had a gun and made me
promise not to tell the police.

Threatened
you with a gun?

Trud! Stop!
Talk to me.

I was so scared.

I never had a gun
pointed at me before.

Let's go inside, okay?

Have you had
anything you eat?

No? I'll make
breakfast, all right?

Okay. -Let's go inside. We'll
worry about this later.

I didn't sleep
at all last night.

I bet.

Look, I really don't
want to tell the police.

Why not?

I just don't.

Trud, had
a gun to your head.

I honestly don't think
Juan was going to hurt me.

And I kind of bonded.

You bonded with
a gang banger?

They could've
killed you.

Those guys are criminals.
They need to be put behind bars.

They're only trying to survive
the only way they know how.

I mean, do you really want to clog the
courts with a couple of dope dealers

when there are serial
rapists out there?

-Howdy, stranger!
-Hey, hey!

Trudy! -How'd you know I
was in the neighborhood?

I didn't. I didn't.

I guess
it's my lucky day.

Get in.

So?
What's going on this evening?

Just meeting some
clients for some drinks.

I got an idea.

Why don't you join me?

-With your clients?
-Yeah.

Well, they're clients,
but they're friends of mine.

It actually sounds
like a lot of fun.

I wish I could.

Come on. What time's
your shift end?

Late.

What do you do,
by the way?

We kind of skipped over
this small talk last time.

Investment management.

Super dull.

But, pays the bills.

I imagine it pays
'em quite adequately.

Yeah, I suppose it does.

Look, why don't you call
whoever you have to call

and just tell 'em
you're clocking out.

You don't want to
bring your NetCar driver

to have drinks
with your clients.

But I do.
I do.

Wait, hold on.
Is that a smile?

That's a smile. Yeah.

Maybe you're finally turning the page
on the worst chapter of your life.

I actually just got
held up at gunpoint

to go pick up a drug dealing
gun-shot victim in an alley.

Come on.

Are you kidding?

New chapter.

-Better.
-Yeah.

I'm sorry.

The last thing
you need right now

is an overly emotional woman
breaking down on you.

Yeah.

Kidding. I'm kidding.

Listen, no, there's no
where else I'd rather be

than right here with
you right now.

Yeah, what about
your clients?

They can wait.

Do you want
to talk about it?

No!

No.

I don't want to trouble
you with my problems, okay?

You don't even know me.

Well, honestly, I'd like
to get to know you.

-Are you flirting with me?
-Yes.

Hard.

Sorry. Was that
inappropriately honest?

Yes.

Should I have denied that
I was flirting with you?

No.

Okay. Well, yeah. Honesty
is one of my faults.

I'm not sorry.

You shouldn't be.

It's refreshing.

It's not really the best
circumstance for flirting.

Well, that's not really your
call to make now, is it?

I'm damaged goods.

We're all damaged goods.

Why didn't you
go out for drinks with him?

Is just some guy
I met in my NetCar. No.

That is not the way
I want to meet somebody.

He's smart.

Attractive. Has money.

I mean, what more
do you want?

I don't know.

I broke down. I mean...

I cried like a baby
and I don't even know him.

I guess I just want
a little more romance.

I hate
feeling desperate.

That is so romantic!
Are you kidding me?

Look, stumbled
into my life twice.

If it's meant to be...

'll stumble in again.

That's a positive
way of thinking.

Gretchen. Gretch!

Holy crap!

Is that him?

Here. Write this down.

-Ready? Mass plate... Are you ready?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go. Go.

1-4-8-N-K-3.

N-K-3. Got it.

I mean, should we
call the cops?

Not, yet. Hasn't
done anything.

I mean it might be
a legit NetCar.

I mean, what do you want to do? You
just want to sit here and wait

to see if maybe
rapes someone?

Well, hopefully we can call the
cops before something happens,

but yes, okay, we need to
find something incriminating.

Gretch! Gretch! Gretch!
Wake up! Wake up!

-My gosh, what?
-Look, look, look.

She just requested
a NetCar.

How do you know?

Do you think's monitoring
the NetCar system, too?

I imagine it's possible.

My gosh, look,
he's pulling up.

He's not a NetCar.
He's not on the GPS.

What do you
want to do?

We're gonna follow him.

-My gosh.
-Put your seatbelt on.

Don't you think
we should call the cops?

Trudy?

Well, now you have
something to report.

My God.

What?

It's him.

-Who?
-Donovan.

Donovan?

Jackson.

-Trudy...
-I...

Trudy, are you there?

Give it. Hi. Hi,
I'm Trudy's roommate.

Look, we're at the
Slumber Haven Motel.

He's here. He's got another
girl with him.

Wait, slow down.
What is your name?

My name is Gretchen Healy.
I am Trudy's roommate.

Is Trudy there
with you?

-Yeah.
-Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine. I'm fine. We're
in the car. We followed him here.

Okay, do not
go in there.

Stay away from the motel.
I'll send a unit right over.

Okay. Okay.
Thank you.

-They're on their way.
-Was in my car.

Was in my car!

Gave me coffee.
Had to know it was me.

Maybe didn't.

God, I'm so stupid.

God!

-I thought I liked him.
-Hey, hey, hey.

You were smart, okay?

You followed your instinct.
You didn't have drinks with him.

But I wanted to!

Do not do this to yourself.

God!

What is...

Hold on.

God, she's wasted.

Let me see.
Let me see.

I need to help her.

-The cops are on their way.
-We gotta get her out of there.

Detective Jackson said
to wait in the car.

No, I don't care. Okay?

Just a second.
Hang on!

Police. Open up please.

Hey, sorry,
I was just in the shower.

-Are you alone?
-Yeah.

Why? -We're investigating
a possible kidnapping.

We got a report of suspicious
activity here at the motel.

Mind if we take
a look around?

I'm pretty sure you need a warrant, but
no, you know, help yourself. Go ahead.

You...

notice anything
out of the ordinary?

Like what?

Loud guests.
Screaming, arguing?

No.

It's been a pretty
quiet night actually.

All right.

Thank you for your time.

-Of course.
-Good night.

Night.

You two put yourselves into a
very dangerous situation tonight.

I sat with him right
here in this diner.

Has ridden in my car.

But can you positively identify him
from the night of your assault.

God dammit, no!

Do you recognize this man?

No.

It's an artist's sketch
based on the motel

clerk's description
of your assailant.

-That doesn't make any sense. Wasn't...
-This...

is our best lead right now.

Where was the girl?

Trudy, you know the law.

There was absolutely nothing wrong
in that motel room tonight.

Nothing suspicious.

No victim. No arrest.

We saw him
take her in there.

But you can't
identify him.

And the man in that motel room doesn't
even remotely resemble this drawing.

I need you two
to back off

and let us do
our police work.

You have no idea
what I've been through.

I can't just sit
around and wait.

Unfortunately...

I do know what
you've been through.

I've been
through it myself.

This is a victim's advocate.

She works with social
services and I think

she could be a big
help to you right now.

She'll help you navigate
this system and give

you some place to
vent your frustrations.

In the meantime,
you need to go home.

Let me do my job.

We're gonna get his guy.

We're not going home.

What is
still doing in there?

Probably sleeping.

Trud, it's 4:00 in the morning.

He's not our guy.
Can we please just go?

No. He's not sleeping.

Then what is doing?

-She's not even in there.
-Yeah, where did she go?

She has to be. We saw
him bring her in there.

I don't know.
Maybe got...

adjoining rooms
or something.

Look.

Duck. Duck. Duck.

-Put your seatbelt on.
-My gosh. What's happening?

Just duck.

What are you doing?

I'm so confused.

I'll come
talk to her later.

Let's let her
sleep it off.

-What are you doing here?
-Hi.

My name is Trudy O'Donnell.

I'm not selling anything. I think
we had similar experiences.

What are you
talking about?

A couple of weeks ago
I got into a black NetCar

and I was raped
by my driver.

Do you remember how
you got home last night?

What?

What? I think you
better go away.

-No, no, no. Please, just...
-Go or I'll call the police.

Let me talk, please.
Please? Okay?

I just want to help.

I know who the man was, and I
don't think assaulted you.

Well, how did
you find me?

I followed you home
from the motel.

What motel?

How much do you... know about
what happened... last night?

Okay, just...
Let me get dressed.

Okay.

Do you feel like you've been...
sexually assaulted?

I mean, do you feel
like you've had sex?

No.

I don't think so.

I think I would know.

Good. Good. That's
what I thought.

He's too smart to go
through with it.

My God.

-What the hell happened?
-It's not your fault.

He's not a NetCar driver.

Just pulls up in a nice black car
and we unsuspectingly get in.

And raped you?

Yes.

My God.

I have to go
to the police.

Would you?

I was hoping
you'd say that.

This could really
help my case.

Yeah. Of course.

I'm so sorry.

Donovan.

Thank you for coming in.

Am I under arrest?

No.

I just wanted to talk to you about what
happened at the motel the other night.

Okay, well, then you're aware that I'm
here completely at my own prerogative.

And I can leave
at any time.

I'm not accusing
you of anything.

I just wanted to tell you
what we know

and see if maybe you could
fill in a few holes for us.

We have a witness that
saw you pickup Elise Steele

in front of the Paladium
last Friday night.

Did you know Miss Steele before
she got into your vehicle?

We also know that she had Rohypnol
in her system the following day.

That same witness...

saw you drop Miss Steele off in front
of her home just a few hours later.

Please...

I'm just asking for a
little cooperation here.

Listen, detective...

I know my rights.

I know how
this works.

I don't mean to be obstinate...

but I'd prefer to share
any information I do

or do not know
in a court of law.

If and when
that should occur.

And by the way...

your officer who didn't
have a warrant

did a completely illegal
search of my premises...

and I'll press
charges if I need to.

Okay then.

I'm going to leave now.

And thank you for your service
to our community, detective.

Hi, Trudy.

What are you doing here?

I was in the neighborhood.

How do you know
where I live?

Let's not play games here
with each other, Trudy.

I know you followed me
to the motel.

-May I come in?
-No.

I don't want you to.

Why would you
follow me?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

No, I think you do.

You're afraid of me,
aren't you?

You should be.

-I'll scream.
-No, you won't.

You know...

I really thought that
we had a connection.

I felt it.

Didn't you?

You have nothing.
Do you understand?

Nothing.

It's your word
against mine.

You don't have a shred
of real evidence, so...

unless you want to live
your life in fear...

how about you get off this little
vigilante crusade of yours...

and just go back to living
your pretty little life.

Stop.

Stop.

Go ahead!

Scream.

What the hell happened?

-Was here.
-Who?

Donovan.
Saw us at the motel.

My God, did hurt you?

No.

But I know
it was him.

Are you sure? You're not just
wanting him to be the guy?

No, I'm sure.

It has to be.

Okay, you need
to call Detective Jackson.

So she can tell me the
same thing you just did?

That I'm projecting
my memories...

that the witness' sketch doesn't
even match his description.

That damn motel clerk.

Yeah, I did a little
research on him.

Several arrests.

Did a little time for B&E
and cocaine possession.

Maybe's working
with Donovan.

Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

I have a plan.

But I'm going to need your help.

Only if you're willing.

-Hello?
-Okay, He's in place.

Take a shot for courage.

Okay.

Love your guts.

Love you more.

Can I have a shot
of bourbon, please?

Okay, we're on route.

Remember the crime scene.
Do not leave a trace.

I have some water
back there if you want.

Thank you.

You all right back there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just sleepy.

You know what they say...

water's the best thing for you.

Yeah.

-How're you doing?
-Good.

-Can I get a room?
-Yeah.

45 bucks for the night.

I'll need you to fill in
these out for me.

Hey, where the hell
is Green Street?

It's, downtown.

Canal district.

Okay, yeah.

How long does it
take him to get here?

This time of night, probably
about 15 to 20 minutes.

Okay. Thank you.

Car trouble.

So we all good here or what?

Yeah.

Listen to me, this is
the last goddamn time.

Hey, mira.

Here we go.

So, Manuel's on his
way, but it's going

to take him like 20
minutes to get here.

The guy inside, says's coming
down Canal District way.

Come on.

Had too much to drink.

Come on.

I got a picture

of you taking $200
from that douchebag.

Now...

I know what you did.

So why don't you
give me the master key

and I won't tell
the cops what I know.

Whatever you want, bro.

Hey.

Why don't you go have a
chat with your boy Roger?

Carlos and me, we've
got some work to do.

Thanks, Juan.

Hey, Trudy.

I told you,
I owe you one.

Hello, Roger. I'm Trudy.
Remember me?

Why don't you tell me
about that sketch?

What the hell?
Where did go?

Check the bathroom.
Check the bathroom.

It's locked.

What the hell?

Hey, who are you?

Drop it. Drop it.

Just the wrong room, man.
Just the wrong room.

Call the police.

Easy, man. Easy, easy.

I checked. This is the
wrong room. I know.

But Roger, told me
to come down to 105.

You know, that's it.
That's all I was doing.

Shut up.

Hey, what's going on in
there? Hey, is she okay?

Yeah. She's fine.

All right, looks like...

Get off her!

Hey, get off her.

Get off her!

Get up!

-What took you so long?
-I'm sorry.

What took you so long?

They're brothers.
They're brothers.

They're freaking brothers!

Take off the mask!

Take it off!

Hi, Trudy.

You're brothers?

-Trudy...
-How could you?

I trusted you.

God, I cared about you.

You violated me!

You breached me!

I'm going to make sure that they put
you away for a long, long time.

But you know they won't.

I'll see you in five years?

Free on good behavior.

I'll be waiting.

Are you okay?
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You won't believe
what they said.

When they thought
I was unconscious.

Don't tell me.
Don't.

All I know is I got
in the wrong car that night.

Okay, well. We're going to stick to the
plan. You have to get out of here.

Okay. You have
the pepper spray?

Yeah.

I guess it came in handy.

Okay.

I love your guts.

I love you more.

You got the DNA sample?

That's my girl.