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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.

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!

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.