All language subtitles for 04-WithTrace

Eve, I'm dumping that tuna salad.
It's really getting nasty.

The guy's coming to look at the leak
this afternoon.

Mrs. Prosha may be with him,
so you might wanna try straightening up.

And would you feed your damn cat?

Eve Cleary, 19. Aspiring model.

Haven't located her family.

- Who called it in?
- The roommate.

Tracy Golden. She's a social work student
over at Yeshiva.

- She know anything?
- Not much.

Tired of Queens?
Here's what $1,800 gets you in the city.

Come on, they can't all be like this.

Right. Most of the time
the bathtub's in the kitchen.

Packed suitcase.
She was going somewhere.

Or coming.

No, her clothes are clean and folded.
She'd headed out.

Eve Cleary as J.Lo. Eve Cleary as Britney.

Who the hell are we looking for?

No personal photos, no family shots.

"Club Argon."

She's a party girl.

Looks like my closet
junior year of high school.

- Look familiar?
- I wish.

St. Agatha's had a dress code.

If you wore anything above the knees,
they sent you home with a note.

I bet you didn't have anything like this
in your closet.

Sure I did. Just one.
For church, to make Mom happy.

I think this girl probably sleeps in
on a Sunday morning.

No home phone, just a cell.

- Yeah, it's weird she'd leave without it.
- Yeah.

- How long have you two lived together?
- About six months.

I put an ad in the Voice, so of course,
8,000 freaks show up.

Eve was the closest to normal.

- How was it working out?
- I barely see her.

I'm at the library till 9:00 or 10:00.

By the time I get home, she's out clubbing.

I'm off at school before she wakes up.

- When was the last time you saw her?
- I'm not sure.

About a week ago, maybe.

It was the middle of the night,
I heard someone in the kitchen.

She was banging around as usual.

Typical Eve.

Spaghetti-O's at 3:00 in the morning.

Pay stub. Cosmetics consultant.

Two weeks ago, $450 a week.
Sounds like her day job.

Yeah, Eve wants to be a model.
That much I know.

If you never saw her,
why did you call it in?

- Rensy.
- Rensy?

She's crazy about that cat.
He's been crying and crying...

and this morning I realized
the poor thing was about to keel over.

He hasn't eaten in days,
and the litter box....

Thank you.

I just thought I should call someone.

Just to follow-up on a few things....

The many faces of Eve.

We don't know what she looks like,
where she is...

and we don't know when she disappeared.

This ought to be easy.

Samantha, got anything?

Nothing from the morgues, hospitals,
no Jane Does.

- Roommate?
- She's clean.

And the other tenants
barely remember Eve.

We need a way in here.

It's all scattershot
until we find out when she vanished.

Jack, I got something.

Outgoing calls on her cell phone
suddenly stopped last Thursday night.

Incoming calls continue all week.

They're short, so I'm assuming
they're just messages.

If that was her making the calls,
she was alive last Thursday.

Eight days ago.

Credit cards?

She's been maxed out since last month.

$8.50 in her checking account.
No savings, no record at DMV.

Her rent was due in a week.

$900 a month's a tough nut.
Maybe she panicked, took off.

And left the suitcase on the bed?

I say she doesn't go without the cat.

What was the last phone call to come in
that didn't go to the message service?

Nine-minute call Friday morning
from a Servo Modeling Agency.

- I'm gonna check this out.
- Okay.

If she's been gone a week,
where the hell are her friends...

family, people she works with?
Nobody missed her?

That's why we need to nail this timeline.

Samantha, break down
those phone messages.

Martin, get on those pay stubs.

Viv, check her spending habits.
There might be something there.

I saw Chet Collins in your office.
Thought you might need these.

Yeah, he called.
He said he needed to see me.

- Do we have anything for him?
- Nothing new.

- I wish.
- I know.

Who's Chet Collins?

Chet Collins is a contractor
from Rockaway who liked nothing more...

than to take his kids camping
in the Catskills each summer.

On one trip, his son Sean disappeared
in the middle of the night from his tent.

Stolen, wandered off, no one knows.
And that was five years ago.

Jack stayed close with this guy?

We all have our Chet Collinses.
You will, too.

So that's pretty much it.
Helen and I talk every few weeks.

I guess I should get a lawyer...

but it's not like we have assets
to fight over.

Kelly's in eighth grade.

She still has nightmares,
but we found someone to work with her.

How about you, Jack? How's the family?

We're okay.

I guess this job can take it out of you.

Look, Jack, I hate to ask this,
but I need a favor.

It's not about favors.

As long as Sean's missing,
this is still an open case.

I got a call
from a guy named Trevor Haines.

And he's an inmate
up in the Federal prison at Lewisburg.

He said he shared a cell
with a man who told him about Sean.

He said he wanted to help me,
but he mentioned some kind of payment.

- Chet, I don't think that--
- Look, I know. I'm thinking it, too.

It's just, this guy Haines...

he knew all the details.

What Sean was wearing.

He even knew
about the little silver medallion.

It sounds like a shakedown to me.

Which is why I need your help.

If I could just find out about Haines.

Find out about the man
he shared a cell with.

- I thought if you knew someone....
- Sure, I'll make some calls.

- Trevor Haines, right?
- Thanks, Jack. Thanks.

Hi, Mr. Collins.

- Agent Johnson, how are you?
- Good, thank you.

Excuse me, Jack,
I've got something on Eve Cleary.

You'll have to excuse me. I'm sorry, Chet.

I understand.

- Thanks, Jack, thanks for everything.
- My pleasure.

What do you got?

Not much from her checking account,
but she did make a contribution...

to a soup kitchen run out of a church
near Tompkins Square.

I don't know, but maybe Samantha
was right about that dress in her closet.

Okay, give it a shot.

Eve's been here about three months.

She started in men's fragrances, and then
I moved her over to bath and shower.

What kind of employee is she?

Friendly, courteous. Shows up on time,
if that's what you mean.

When was the last time Eve came in?

A week ago. Friday.
That's the last time I saw her.

She's got a check waiting here.

She didn't seem bothered
or distracted in any way?

No more than usual. After you stand
on your feet for six hours...

getting hit on by every guy who pretends
to buy bath gel for his girlfriend...

you'd be a little bothered.

I didn't think we were that obvious.

All right, these guys hitting on her,
were any of them a problem?

There was a guy.

I didn't think anything of it.

But he was pretty persistent.
I finally had to send someone over.

I'm just wondering why,
since you had her check...

you didn't think to report her absence
or call her?

I have 50 girls on the floor each shift,
three shifts a day.

About 20 of them quit each week.

Just walk out of here. I have
a whole drawer full of unclaimed checks.

Makes it a little hard to get too personal.

FBI man, come in.

Goran Davitz.

Yeah, Eve Cleary.

She's a nice girl.

Came in about four months ago.
Had a nice look.

I sent her out on a few calls.
I think she booked some print work.

When was the last time you talked to her?

I don't remember. A few weeks, maybe?

That's funny because her phone records
say you called her last Friday morning.

My secretary
probably confirming an audition.

- How often did you see her?
- Every couple of weeks.

Then I'd see her around sometimes.

- At Club Argon?
- Sometimes. Why?

- Were you there last weekend?
- Yeah.

- You saw her there, right?
- Yeah, I saw her. I did her a favor.

- Hey, Goran.
- Hey, how you doing?

Those two.

- Let's see some ID.
- Get real, Musef.

Now.

Ladies.

Do you always go out ofyour way
to be helpful?

She's a good kid. That whole club scene,
I mean, it's crazy.

I see someone I know, I help them get in.

- How do you get in?
- I don't know.

People like my face, I guess.

So the two of you were together
on Friday.

No, I don't do that with my girls.

There's an expression, right?
"You don't pee where you work."

- Or something.
- Or something.

What do you got?

Eve's cell phone messages
over the last week.

Hey, Eve, what's up? It's Max.
You were right, that was a remix. Call me.

Hey, it's Sandra, sweetie.

Hope you can make it on Thursday.
Let me know. Bye.

Hey, Eve, it's Riley. Great boots.

Did you get them at that place on Varick?
Whatever. Call me.

There's about 25 others just as superficial.

Except from someone named Rina.
No last name. She called three times.

Here's the last one.

Eve, come on, it's me.
God, where are you?

- She sounds concerned, doesn't she?
- The question is why.

Because Eve's in trouble
or because she didn't call back?

We don't have much else.

Danny and I are going to this Club Argon.

See if we can find Rina
and drum up some of her friends.

Okay. Go ahead.

Eve. I know her.

Her crowd comes in usually late
Fridays and Saturdays.

How about a friend,
somebody named Rina?

They're always together. I know her, too.

Were they here last Friday?

You really an FBI agent?

- Last Friday?
- Yeah, they were here.

- What time did they leave?
- They were here when I got off at 2:00.

Did you notice anything unusual?
Anything....

No. They were having fun.

- Two cosmopolitans, Tommy.
- Make it four.

- She's buying.
- You girls are in a good mood.

- Things looking up?
- After tonight they definitely are.

What'd she mean by that?

They said something
about meeting a movie guy...

who was gonna make them big stars.
Whatever.

You get a name?

Crap like that goes in one ear,
out the other.

- Do you know Goran Davitz?
- The guy's a goon.

He's in every weekend.
Parties upstairs mostly, VIP room.

- How about last Friday?
- Yeah, I think so.

- Was Eve Cleary part of the VIP crowd?
- I doubt it.

She and Rina talked about
how they wanted to get on the list.

- How do you get on the list?
- Tell you what.

Why don't you come in tonight?
Most of them will be here...

and you can see for yourself
how this place works.

Thanks.

Is it usual that you won't recognize
a donor's name?

With small donors, yes. A lot of people
in the neighborhood contribute.

And as far as you know, no one
by the name of Eve Cleary volunteered.

Not that I remember, but she might have.

I skip nights sometimes at exam time.

- You're at school?
- Yeah, grad student, Columbia.

Well, if you remember anything
or you see her, you can--

Wait a minute.

This looks a lot like someone
that used to volunteer here all the time.

But her name was Becky
and she wasn't made up like this.

It's like a different person,
but I'm pretty sure it's her.

- Do you remember her last name?
- No.

We met at church about a year ago.
I told her about the soup kitchen.

She started coming
about once a week to help out.

And then about six months ago,
she started missing weeks.

Pretty soon, she stopped coming.

- When do you think she went missing?
- We don't know exactly.

We're having a hard time trying
to find people who know her really well.

I'm not sure I can help.
We'd talk at dinner...

trade stories
about moving to New York and stuff.

So do you know where she was from?
Anything about her family?

Not really. She was always pretty quiet
about her past.

Okay, I just got word
from Eve's credit card company.

Remember Viv said
that it was maxed out?

Apparently, someone tried to use it...

to buy $1,000 worth of stereo equipment
in the South Bronx.

That was around 9:30 a.m. last Saturday.

My guess is it wasn't Eve.

We got her in the club
at about 2:00 in the morning.

So whatever happened to Eve Cleary...

happened between 2:00 a.m.
and 9:30 Saturday morning.

She's been gone six days.

Overhead security cameras
from the department store.

They got 20 of these bad boys
in the ceiling.

All right, here's last Thursday.

Now, here's Friday.

Same guy.

She's a party girl, right?

So she meets this guy at a club.
He starts stalking her at work.

And sometime that night, it turns ugly.

Doesn't explain the half-packed suitcase.

Unless she realized he was bad news
and was planning to get away...

but he got to her first.

If she planned to get away,
why'd she go out for a night on the town?

Also, that bartender said she was
all pumped up to meet this mystery guy.

My money's on Goran Davitz,
the modeling guy.

A: He used to run after-hours clubs
in Brooklyn.

B: NYPD has their eye on him.

- And C: You don't like him.
- I was just getting to C.

Okay, but why would any one
of these guys end up in the Bronx...

trying to buy a stereo
with her credit card?

It doesn't make any sense.

Remember the one about the tree falling
in a forest and nobody hears?

Yeah, but I'm not sure
I remember the point.

Eve Cleary's the point.

She's been missing for a week
and nobody seems to have noticed.

What do you make of her
using the name Becky at church?

A fake name. Maybe she's trying to hide.

I've been thinking. Church might be
the one place you use your real name.

Maybe there's a family out there looking,
but they're looking for Becky.

I've got Social Security looking into
whether Eve Cleary...

is a legal name change.

Good.

And a Sam Fredericks
from the Bureau of Prisons called.

He says he's out of town
for a couple of days...

but he'll get your information to you
as soon as possible.

Is this about the Chet Collins case?

Yeah, Chet asked me
to chase some stuff down.

- Permission to speak freely?
- Permission granted.

Every time Chet Collins comes in here
with one of his far-out leads....

I agree to check them out, I stop him
from moving on with his life, I know.

- I'm just saying.
- What?

- That we should give up on him?
- We should do what's best for him.

Really, I mean, look at the guy.

Each time he comes in here
he looks like he's aged five years.

I know.

Do you have Fredericks' number?

Nice.

- You seen Rina?
- Yeah, she's right over there.

Do you want this one?
I wanna check out the VIP room.

- Where are they?
- You go up that way and around.

- Rina?
- Yes?

I'm with the FBI. I'd like to ask you
a few questions about Eve Cleary.

We met at an open call for Rent.

It was a beautiful day,
and there were, like, 800 girls in line.

So, after three hours, we blew it off.

Headed over to Chelsea Piers
and hung out for the rest of the day.

She's cool that way.

Did she mention
where she was from? Her family?

Not really. The Midwest, I think.

You were here with Eve last Friday night?

Yeah, we were here.

Did she seem upset
or depressed about anything?

- No.
- Anything out of the ordinary?

Well, there was one thing.

I don't know if this means much...

but there was this guy
kind of hassling her.

I mean, it's kind of par for the course,
you know...

but I remember he seemed serious.

- Leave me alone!
- Let's get out of here!

- Let's go, now!
- Get off of me!

- Who was that?
- Nobody. Just some guy.

- Did you see him again that night?
- No, he took off.

- What about Eve?
- Sort of lost track of her.

By around 2:00, I was pretty burnt,
so I went home.

What about the producer
you were supposed to meet?

- Where did you hear about that?
- Grapevine.

I don't really know, and it was Eve's thing.
He never showed up.

And I don't even know what his name was.

Did you sneak off to the VIP room
that night?

No, it's really hard to get on those lists.

What about Goran Davitz?

The guy's a sleaze monkey.
He hits on every girl in his agency.

Did he hit on Eve?

I'm sure,
but Eve would've ducked that in a second.

She was way onto him.

Listen to this.

Cops just grabbed a kid trying to use
Eve's credit card again.

His name's Jace Williams.

No record except juvie shoplifting
four years ago.

Where'd he find the card?

He claims he found the wallet
underneath the Cross Bronx Expressway.

No cash, threw away the wallet,
kept the card.

- What time?
- Around 9:15 Saturday morning.

He works night shift at the White Castle...

and says the other employees
will put him there till 9:00.

So he uses the card at 9:30.

That gives him half an hour to mug Eve
and go to the stereo store.

Kid tries to use the card twice.
Sounds like an amateur.

Is this Goran Davitz's car?

Thank you.

Excuse me. FBI.

Could I ask you a couple questions?

- Do you drive Goran Davitz?
- Sometimes.

Why, is he terrorist?

Were you driving Goran Davitz
last Friday night?

Yeah, maybe.

Where did you take him
after you left here?

- Not sure.
- You're not sure.

- You know, I didn't catch your name.
- Shem.

Excuse me, Shem,
but this attitude that I'm getting...

it makes me think you're intentionally
obstructing an FBI investigation.

And that's a federal offense.

And committing a federal offense
can change your life.

I took him home.

We dropped off a couple guys
at a hotel downtown...

- and then I took him back up to his place.
- What hotel?

A trendy one. I don't remember.

- You don't remember?
- I don't remember.

Do you remember
if there were any girls in the car?

No. No girls.

Thank you for cooperating.

- You should be careful.
- Why is that?

Fire hydrant. It's a big fine.

- You still here?
- I could say the same to you.

Samantha's back from the club.

We've been going through
all the missing Beckys on the database...

trying to find a photo match.

What about the credit card kid?

His alibi checked.
Sounds like someone dumped the wallet.

It's a big city out there.

I think if you grow up here,
you take it for granted.

You're right.

I wonder how many girls there are
like Eve.

They come to this town full of hope,
but really they're just these tiny pebbles...

that get thrown into a lake so big
they barely leave a ripple.

It's amazing, Chet Collins is so desperate
to find out anything about his son...

but we can't find one person
who noticed Eve was missing.

Jack, about Chet Collins,
I don't think you should give up.

Sometimes, I wish I could.

No, you don't. You're a hope junkie,
like the rest of us.

I got it.

Her name is Becky Radowsky.

Disappeared from her home
in Marion, Indiana, two years ago.

Field office sent me prints.

They match the ones we took
from the apartment. It's her.

She's missing twice.

The case was cold until two months ago
when they got inquiries...

from an old boyfriend
named Brady Roberts.

Here's his DMV photo,
here's the security video.

Same guy.

- Maybe he came to take her home.
- Maybe she didn't wanna go.

Another thing about Brady Roberts:
He did six months in jail.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Brady Roberts?

FBI.

We'd like to talk to you
about Becky Radowsky.

I don't understand. What about her?

We know you went to New York
to find her.

You showed up at her work...

and last Friday night
you had a fight with her at a club.

Sometime after 2:00 a.m. she disappears...

and you show up back here
looking like that.

- No, this is a mistake.
- Yeah, a big mistake.

Excuse me, Jack.

Listen to this. Goran Davitz said
that he didn't see Eve at the club...

after he helped her get in.
I didn't believe him...

so I got a copy of the guest lists
from the VIP rooms. Guess what?

Eve and Rina are on it?

No, but Goran Davitz is, plus two.

Then I find this credit card receipt
signed by Rina Sanderson...

for two cosmopolitans 1:00 a.m.
in the VIP room that night.

- He's lying through his teeth.
- Let's take a run at him.

- I can handle this. I mean....
- Yeah, I know.

But if you go in too hot
with a guy like Goran...

he'll see it coming a mile away.

- I'm not gonna get too hot.
- I know.

Grab your coat.

Okay.

Becky and I went out for a little while
my senior year.

I had some trouble after school.

I got into it with a cop.

When I got out, I got it in my head
that I could find her...

maybe we'd get back together.

How'd you know she was in New York?

She used to joke about making it
to New York and becoming a model.

I made a lot of calls to modeling agencies
and casting people, and the like.

When I thought I was close,
I gave myself two weeks to find her.

It took me eight days.

- And how'd she react?
- She thought I was nuts.

But I'm pretty persistent, I guess,
and we got together.

And the whole time she was acting
all up with people about her career.

But that was a lie.

I can't do this.

- Do what? Do this? We don't have to.
- No.

I can't make it work,
it's like the people here...

they all want something from you
and I don't know what it is.

It's like a game or something, I just....

- I don't know how to play.
- You don't have to.

God, I hate it. I hate it so much.

Come with me.

We don't have to go home.
We'll go away. We'll start again.

Just the two of us.

- You're so sweet.
- No, I'm not.

I'm just crazy out of my mind about you.

Come with me, Becky. Please.

That morning I left her,
she was hauling down her suitcases.

I told her I'd meet her at the store
and we would catch a bus out that night.

By the time I got there,
she'd changed her mind.

- Later you followed her to the club?
- Yeah. And that really set her off.

I told her if she was having
second thoughts...

I'd be at the station till 2:00.
She could meet me there.

That's a nice story, Brady.

How'd you get those bruises on your face?

The truth is,
I didn't go straight to the station.

I had a few drinks, and I watched her leave
in a limo with some guys.

- What guys?
- I don't know.

One of the drivers said
these limos swing back around.

Now, the driver wouldn't tell me
where he'd taken them.

And we got into it.

You know, that night...

about an hour into the bus ride,
my cell phone rang.

It was a New York number.
And it must've been Becky.

Maybe she was calling me for help.

I didn't answer it.

These women were clients of mine,
nothing more.

And the receipts from the party room?

How do I know how they get up there?
At least they paid, right?

You didn't see the girls again
that evening?

I was busy doing my own thing.

Your thing. You mean, selling coke?
That thing?

- Says who?
- Says 12 witnesses, that is who!

They're lying. They don't know anything!

You better start telling us
what you do know...

or I'll put you on a plane back to Kosovo,
you piece of eurotrash!

Danny!

Now listen, Goran...

we don't give a rat's ass
about your business.

But if you know anything about Eve...

we'll forget about the other stuff.

It's up to you.

Look. Eve, she's a nice girl.

I like her.

I see she's a long way from home.
So am I, so I find her some work.

But she doesn't really have
what it takes, you know?

Not really.

Two weeks ago, she calls me.
She has an idea for another kind of work.

I have people
who I need to hire my clients...

she says she'll help convince them.

- Prostitution.
- She doesn't say it.

If I have any people
who need to be impressed...

she'll impress them, she says.
She and her friend.

I told her, okay, she can party with us.

But I don't need to know the rest.

- Who did she go home with that night?
- I don't know.

And I don't want to know. It felt bad.

Even for me.

I went home.

The headbutt was a nice touch.

No, head bump.
That was a head bump, not a headbutt.

- All right.
- There's a difference.

Becky as a hooker,
I don't quite buy it. Do you?

No.

I mean, she's a wannabe,
but nothing like that.

Then what we just witnessed with Goran
was a very elaborate lie.

They're all lying.

Her best friend Rina?
She says she was never in the VIP room.

There's a lie here, a lie there.

They're all trying to cover something.

I should go talk to Goran's driver again.

I got something on him
that'll make him roll.

Good. Grab Viv,
I'm gonna go back to the office.

I know this house.

It's a long way from New York,
that's for sure.

Girls with dreams have been running away
from this house for a hundred years.

Here we are.

This is a picture of Boop
as the Good Witch.

That's what I call Becky.
She was so cute. Like Betty Boop.

She loved that dress. All the glitter.

Mrs. Radowsky, we think it might help us
locate your daughter...

if we knew a little more
about why she left home.

Of course.

Brady Roberts mentioned something
about problems with her father.

Yes.

What kind of problems?

- I'm gonna check something in the car.
- Okay.

Excuse me.

Alice, what happened?

It started right after Bill lost his job.

He'd come home drunk
and anything would set him off.

I was the designated punching bag.

Becky couldn't stand it,
the way he treated me.

She begged me to leave, but I....

I couldn't.

And then one day
I came home from the bank.

The place was a wreck.

And she was sitting there...

and her face was....

Well, it was the way mine usually was...

all swollen and red
from where he'd hit her.

The son of a bitch didn't like
the way she had her hair.

She didn't say anything...

but the way she looked....

And the next day, she was gone.

I didn't stand by her.
Not when it really mattered.

Do you know where your husband is now?

I finally got the nerve to throw him out
a few months ago.

- You didn't try to find Becky?
- I didn't even know where to begin.

And the police said
that I could hire a private investigator...

but I can't afford that.

Obviously, she doesn't want
to have anything to do with me.

But what I wouldn't give...

just to look in her face
and tell her how sorry I am.

Just to be able to see her again.

- Jack, I wanna pay. Now.
- Chet, just calm down.

Look, if this guy has information on Sean,
I want it.

My prison contact hasn't even
called me yet. I need a couple of days.

It feels good to me, Jack.
This one feels real good.

It's like all the other times.
I don't want you to go through it again.

- I'd go through it a thousand times!
- You can't keep doing it to yourself.

Look. Come on, man, no.
Not you, Jack. Please, not you.

You gave me your word.

You told me you would never give up
till we found him.

It's not giving up.

There just reaches a point in your life
where it's gotta go on.

It doesn't go on.

Don't you think I know what people say?

"There's Chet Collins.

"Isn't it just terrible
what's happened to him?"

Well, it is terrible.

It's terrible every second of every day.

And I don't know what to do about it.

But I won't give up.

My wife has, my friends have.

But I will not.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Chet.

You're a busy man, Jack.

God knows you've been very helpful
to me, and I appreciate it.

- So why would I lie?
- Why would he lie?

Maybe because you tore someone's ear off
with a tire iron...

three months ago
while fighting over a parking spot?

Maybe under the terms
of your suspended sentence...

you're caught fighting again,
you go back to jail...

and you lose your chauffeur's license.

Maybe that's why he lied?
What do you think?

It happened the way you said. The guy
was drunk. I messed him up a little.

And you didn't drive Goran home
that night either, did you?

No. I took him to a hotel. The SoHo Luxe.

Who else was in the car?

- Who else was in the car?
- The girls.

The one, Eve, and her friend.

Okay, so...

you're sure he's not expecting us
to be some way?

What way?

He's in town casting for pictures.
He likes your look.

Just like that?

Yeah, the guy works on instinct, this guy.

Yeah, I hear Woody Allen
never even auditions people.

Exactly.

To instinct.

The man they were meeting,
what was his name?

I don't know.
I never saw him, I never heard of him.

I dropped them off at the hotel,
went back to the club. The rest you know.

Home sweet home.

And speaking of which,
back there in Indiana...

I couldn't help feeling like
it was all a little familiar to you.

Could be.

- Hey.
- Hey. Welcome back.

Just to get you up to speed,
here's where we are.

Goran's limo driver confirms Brady's story.

He also says
that he drove Goran, Eve, and Rina...

to the SoHo Luxe after the nightclub.

And according to Interpol...

Goran is wanted for running
a prostitution ring out of Europe...

just before he came to New York.

Okay, here we go.

I crosschecked the names
on the VIP list at the club...

with registration at the SoHo Luxe.

And one name's on both: Victor Fallon.
And he makes movies.

- So Goran was pimping the girls to Fallon.
- Yeah.

And the worst part about it is
the girls didn't even know.

I lied about going home early.

We went to the party room,
just like Goran had promised.

I mean, we had a good time.

I think there was some X around.

- Was Eve doing drugs?
- No, she was drinking.

I mean, we all were.

Was Victor Fallon there?

No, but Goran wanted us
to go back to his suite.

And when we got there, it was weird.

I mean, there were all these guys in suits,
and women all over them.

Why didn't you just leave?

Eve wanted to, but everyone
was buddying up with Victor.

I thought maybe
if we just went along with it--

- Did you?
- No, not at first.

I mean, we kind of hung back.

Then Victor came over
and he wanted us to do some stuff.

- What kind of stuff?
- I don't know--

What kind of stuff?

- Let's go, Rina. Please, let's go.
- It's okay.

No, I wanna go home.

About 10 minutes later
she stumbled to the door.

You were her best friend.
Why didn't you help her?

- I'm not proud of it, okay?
- No, it's not okay.

But that night got really ugly for me.

I ended up doing things.

I just thought she was lucky
she got out when she did.

She leaves the SoHo Luxe. She decides
to walk. It's 15 blocks to her house.

There's no police record
of any major crime along that route.

She's drunk, disoriented,
goes the wrong way.

Why doesn't she get in a cab?

Maybe she tries,
but something happens to her.

I rechecked all the hospitals,
all the morgues...

for a Becky Radowsky. Nothing.

Jack, we're all beat.

Maybe we should pick it up
in the morning.

You know what, you can go home.
But I'm not giving up on this girl.

- You just called her a girl.
- She is a girl.

I mean, literally. She's underage.

Which is why the bouncer carded her.

So, maybe she had a fake ID.

And maybe after she flashed this fake ID...

she didn't put it in her wallet,
she put it in her pocket.

So when they found her, she wasn't
a Jane Doe, she wasn't Becky Radowsky.

She wasn't Eve. She was whatever
the name was on that ID card.

Let's recheck all the morgues
and all the hospitals...

to see who was admitted
after 3:00 a.m., Saturday.

Hey, guys, I just got the list of all
the calls made after midnight...

from Victor Fallon's suite.
Confirms a call to Brady Roberts' cell.

No other names mean anything.

There's a 4-5-4 number at 3:15 a.m.

That's the Columbia University exchange.
The guy from the soup kitchen.

- I swear to God, I didn't hurt her.
- It doesn't look that way, Alex.

It looks like she called you to pick her up.

You went down there,
and you did something to her.

I don't know what, yet.

But we're gonna do forensics on your car,
and we will find something.

She was in my car,
but that's not what happened, okay?

She called me out of the blue.
She begged me to come pick her up.

I was asleep,
I almost didn't recognize her voice.

She wanted me to take her
to the bus terminal.

I thought she was just drunk, but
she was so desperate, I started driving.

Then I thought, this is crazy,
so I pulled over, just to calm her down.

Just get me there, please.

Becky, tell me what's going on.

Just get me to the bus, Alex.

I just wanna go home.

Home?

It's too late, I know it's too late.

What are you doing?

- Get off of me.
- I'm sorry.

- I can't believe you.
- Becky, I'm sorry.

Come back. Becky!

When I realized what I'd done...

I drove around for a couple minutes.
I couldn't find her.

Eventually, I went home.

And when you showed up,
when I found out that she was missing...

I thought.... I don't know, I panicked.
I thought I might be responsible.

We found her.

She was hit by a cab Saturday morning.

According to witnesses,
she just stumbled into the street.

Her fake ID was in her back pocket.

She used the name Betty Johnson.

Betty Boop.

They had her listed as unspoken for.

Trevor Haines is a con artist.

He read about your son's case online.

He memorized some details,
and he made up the rest.

He's done it before, Chet. Several times.

I am truly sorry.

It feels like drowning, Jack.

Like drowning so slowly
you don't even realize what's happening.

Well, I have to go on. I can't let Sean go.

You know, each time I'm scared
that I might not be able to hang on.

You can hang on to me.