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- Okay.
- Okay.

If you want, I mean...

Dear Loved
and Tossed Like Garbage...

... in the world of relationships...

... there's nothing worse than a partner
who covers you with kisses...

... before heading out to share her booty
with others.

So I understand exactly...

... why you'd want to sleep with 10
of your cheating girlfriend's girlfriends.

But as my Aunt Rosie says:

"There's no way to teach the cat
that peed on your rug a lesson.

Sometimes it's easier
just to clean the litter box. "

So dump her cheating ass...

... and get back at her
the old-fashioned way:

Find someone hotter, smarter
and more fun.

And then call your ex
and tell her all about it.

Just a minute.

I'm coming.

Who is it?

Hey, sorry for breaking
into your lunch.

Don't worry, it was a salad.

What happened here?

Okay, Rachel Gibson, 29,
writes for The Gotham Observer.

Her editor comes over
to bring some papers.

The door was open. She was gone.

Yeah, I know her column. It's funny.

Don't know how many it helps,
but it's funny.

And if this pile is any indication,
some of her fans are real wack jobs.

- How long has she been missing?
- Five hours.

Seriously?

You know what? I'm gonna go finish
my salad. Call me when she gets back.

No, no. She's an agoraphobic.

Clinically diagnosed. Apparently she
hasn't left the apartment for two years.

Not once?

Not even to go into the hall.

When was the last time you saw her?

About 7:30 last night. Right before
I drove up to Killington with my ex.

- We're gonna need to talk to him.
- He's a she.

I'll get you her number.

How long have you been working
for Rachel?

About a year and a half.

So you would know
if her agoraphobia was for real.

It just seems a little far-fetched.

Yeah, I thought so too.

In fact, right after
I started working for her...

...I pretended like I broke my leg
in the hallway.

And I begged her to come help me.

She was in full-on screech mode
in two seconds.

It took a handful of medication
to calm her down.

She had a panic attack.

Right. And right after
she didn't fire me...

...she told me she'd had them
since she was a kid...

...and that staying inside
was the only way to control it.

Bianca, we found this.

Any idea what she uses it for?

I don't know.

I figured it was another gadget
she ordered in the mail.

Even with you helping, she must have
people in and out of the apartment.

Yeah, there's tons.

Food delivery guys...

...her yoga instructor,
her accountant, her dentist.

Did anyone stand out to you?

- Like dangerous?
- Or interested.

People coming in regularly,
she may have struck up a relationship.

Well, that sort of makes sense.

- How so?
- Last week, she got flowers.

And she loves flowers...

...but these made her act really weird.

Rach, I'm back.

Oh, my God.
Let me help you.

No, I've got it.

- It's all right.
- I said, I've got it.

It's okay.

God, these are beautiful.

Well, they were.

I wish you could see the wild ones.
They'll be over Cherry Hill in a month.

Yeah, if I ever make it out of here.

Well, I could always take a picture.

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm just in a really bad mood.

My column's sucking today.

It's all right.

Who are these from, anyways?

It's nothing.

Okay.

We're gonna need a list
of all the people who had access to her.

Hey, Bianca,
I just have one more question.

Did Rachel fire you?

What? No.

Well, we've... We've been going
through her schedule book.

I'm just curious to know why she had
all these assistant interviews planned.

I quit. I gave notice two weeks ago.

It's not Rachel at all, she's great.

It's just, you know, an agoraphobic
depends on you for everything...

...and it just gets
a little overwhelming.

So then it is about Rachel.

Yeah.

Oh, no, that'll be great.

- Hey, Jack.
- What?

No more stripes?

- What, you think it's too much?
- No. I think it is lovely.

All right, no, no... It's...
No, it's just Elena, she... No, she likes it.

Yeah.

Well, you know what? I gotta go.

What?

Yeah. Okay.

All right...
No, let me call you back, okay?

All right, so, what's up?

Okay, so I go
to Rachel's phone records.

Someone from Roosevelt Island
Penitentiary called her 10 days ago.

- The FTD guy? Did you get a name?
- No.

But I'm going through the columns...

...and quite a few
are from the unhappily incarcerated.

Are there the happily incarcerated?

According to the columns,
there aren't the happily anything.

Yeah, well, I could have told you that.

Anyway, so...

Just keep working on that and...

All right, just keep working on it.

What's next, juice box and a nap?

Where are we with the letters?

No luck, but there are these two people
that she keeps referencing:

An Aunt Jimmy
and a Cousin Cleveland.

- Now, I think...
- No, no, no.

He means "Clammy from Cleveland"
and a cousin named Jimmy.

- I'm just saying.
- No, I was just saying.

These people might be real.

And they might know something
about her.

Couple more threat letters for you from
Rachel's editor, who's waiting for us.

Think you can handle it?

Somebody needs his nappy time.

She writes some ballsy stuff
for an agoraphobic.

She ever piss any fans off?

Oh, sure, sure.
We've had to refer some to the police.

There's no way anyone,
not from the paper or Bianca...

...would've given out
Rachel's address.

There's some convict that's been
writing to her on a regular basis.

She never said anything about it
to me.

- And she normally would?
- Oh, yeah.

Though at her last book signing,
we have a packed house downtown...

...and Rachel is a no-show.

So I go back to her apartment
to see if she's okay.

- Rachel.
- Leave me alone.

Let me in, damn it.
I need to talk to you.

Hey, what are you doing? Hey,
what are you...? What are you doing?

Hey, hey.

Rachel? It's okay. He's gone.
Let me in, okay? Rachel?

Are you in there?
The hell was that about?

- Mind telling me what's going on here?
- It's nothing.

- You have a book signing.
- I know. I'm sorry. I can't.

- Why not? You can't what?
- I can't go outside.

You can and you will.
The car is outside.

- We can still make it...
- I'm serious. I can't go.

Everything's getting scary and crazy and
my anxiety attacks are getting worse.

- You're taking meds.
- It's not working.

What are you gonna do?
Stay inside? For how long?

Until I feel better.

And here we are, two years later,
and she hasn't left the apartment.

Until today.

- Did you file a police report?
- I did.

But they didn't have much to go on.
I assumed it was a fan.

They're needy and tend to get angry
if Rachel doesn't respond to them.

Okay, thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Called you as soon as I heard the walkie
call tone. There's been two more.

- Any idea where the signal's from?
- Not exactly.

It's your typical two-way with two-mile
range on an FRS frequency.

- The the range is environment specific.
- Okay, in English, please.

In a place like this, those two miles
get cut down because of wall density...

...and frequency interference,
so we're down to about 200 yards.

Which could mean upstairs,
across the street, you know.

- You're good.
- Thanks.

- I didn't sleep through class at Quantico.
- I did.

- You ready?
- I am, yep.

Here, give it a shot.

Hello?

Rachel, is that you?

No, this isn't Rachel.
My name is Samantha Spade.

Can you tell me your name?

Where did he take Rachel?

I'm with the FBI.
We're actually looking for Rachel.

Did you see someone take her?

A man in an orange sweatshirt
grabbed her.

She was kicking and fighting.

Through there.

Okay, well, maybe
you can help me find her.

Why don't you tell me your name
and where you live?

I'm sorry, until I got home,
I had no idea Rachel was missing.

How is it that you know Rachel?

Eli was selling meringues
around the neighborhood...

...and they just hit it off.

Eli told her he was afraid of the dark.

She got him the two-way
for when he got scared.

Didn't bother you that this woman
was taking an interest in your son?

With her condition,
I thought it was probably harmless.

I listened a bit at the beginning.
They talk a lot about sports.

Eli, honey, these people are here
to ask you some questions, okay?

Hey, Eli. We spoke on the radio,
remember?

- Do you mind if I sit down?
- Sure.

I'm Samantha, this is Martin.

Hey.

So you saw your friend Rachel
get taken away?

I was playing over there.

I saw her with that man.

I tried the two-way
but I knew she wouldn't answer.

As soon as my mom came home,
I told her.

Now, did Rachel ever mention
someone that she was afraid of...

...or something that was upsetting her?
- Sort of.

What do you mean?

Last night,
when we talked at bedtime...

...she was scared. I could tell.

He took away my night-light
because he hates me.

Your dad doesn 't hate you, Eli.

Otherwise, he wouldn 't take off work
and go to your soccer games...

... and your field trips.

Then why did he do it?

I think he's trying to help you
get over being scared.

It's no fun being scared.

It's just really dark in here.

When I was a kid, I got scared a lot.

A lot more than you do.

Until one day I realized the dark
is just light hidden under an umbrella.

The light's always there,
it's just covered up.

I guess. I just kind of liked it better
when I can see it.

Well, sometimes we have to face
our fears to get to where we wanna go.

Where do we wanna go?

We're gonna need to talk about that
tomorrow. Is that okay?

Okay.

Night, Rachel.

Sweet dreams, Eli.

Usually she's funny.
It makes me feel better.

But last night, I didn't feel better.

Now, this guy in the orange sweatshirt.
Anything else you can tell us about him?

Okay.

You want me to keep
an eye out for him?

I've got my telescope.

That is a fantastic idea.

You're starting to think
like an FBI agent.

Thanks, Eli. Thank you.

Okay.

I've got Rachel's credit-card bills here.

Looks like the mystery flowers?

She sent them to herself.

Thank you so much.

Okay, that was Roosevelt Island.
They checked their call log.

The convict who called Rachel
was a Roger Kilburn.

A.k.a. "Pookie Bear."

Was there five years
for assault with a deadly weapon.

- He got out?
- Last week.

Pookie Bear?

Yeah, you wanna make something
of it?

What, are we in grade school?

Sorry.

Taking offense at everything.

It's my main issue presently.

But just so you know,
I didn't pick "Pookie Bear," she did.

- She did.
- Why were you calling Rachel?

To say thank you.

What, for how her tax dollars provided
you with such nice accommodation?

Your cynicism
is making me uncomfortable.

Oh, I'm really sorry, Pookie.

I called her to thank her
for helping me figure out...

...how to be a good dad from prison.

When I got sent away,
my son was 4, my wife was pissed.

I didn't have the emotional vocabulary
to process my true feelings.

And a newspaper column fixed it?

Wasn't the column.

She took a personal interest in me,
wrote all the time.

We were friends.

I wouldn't hurt her.

Did she say anything to you
over the phone...

...that might explain
what happened to her?

No.

But while we were talking,
she asked me to stop by when I got out.

I just didn't know.

Some people like apple, some like pecan,
others, blueberry.

So I brought blueberry, but they're not
in season, so they're frozen.

No, thank you, gosh.

I love pie of any kind.

So how's your son?

He's cute. And smart.
Nothing like his dad.

- You're smart.
- Right.

I ought to bring you on job interviews.

That may be a little difficult.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

Don't be silly.
Let me get you some milk.

No, I can imagine that it's hard for you
to understand after being in prison...

...why I would stay here
if I don't even need to.

That's...

That's one of the reasons
I wanted to see you, Roger.

Hey, you can call me Pookie Bear
if that helps.

I need a favor, Pookie Bear.

Anything. I'd do anything for you.

I need a gun.
Think you can get me one?

Well, l... Probably, but I'd rather not.

Please.

There's something I have to do.

I haven't been out there in a long time,
and everything out there scares me.

And I wouldn't ask you this
if it wasn't really, really important.

Please.

How could I say no?

So I got her a small one.

And violated your parole.

I assume finding Rachel is more
important than busting Pookie Bear.

She say where she was going
or what she needed the gun for?

Nope. And I asked.

Where were you this morning,
Mr. Bear?

With my son, Caleb.

His mom will tell you.

Okay, thanks. Yeah.

They've checked every delivery service
within a 20-block radius.

None of them wear orange.

I tell you, agoraphobia, it's so bizarre.

Well, when I was a kid,
I was afraid of tomatoes.

Tomatoes?

What, like they were gonna
attack you?

No. I just hated them.

I hated the little gross seeds.

I hated the pulpy pulpiness.
I hated everything about them.

I was always terrified
that they were gonna end up in my food.

So would I check everything:
Fruit salads, desserts, everything.

Took me about 20 minutes
before I could start eating.

But you got over it.

Yeah, the high school cafeteria
kind of shamed it out of me.

I just can't really imagine what it must
be like, being afraid of the whole world.

- You know?
- Yeah.

Hey, what...? What if you were
afraid of the whole world?

What do you think it would it take
to really drive you out of the house?

I don't know.

Agent Fitzgerald, you there? Over.

Yeah, little buddy, I'm here. Over.

I see him. Behind you.

In the green vest.

- That's the man that took Rachel.
- I got him, let's go.

- Hey.
- FBI.

Keep your hands
where we can see them.

Okay, Goldilocks,
please, don't shoot.

- Please, don't...
- He's clean.

- What's your name?
- Wei Fan.

- Wei what?
- Wei Fan.

- "Way Fun"?
- Wei Fan.

Okay, Way Fun...

- Wei Fan.
- You know... All right.

We have a witness who saw you
forcibly remove Rachel Gibson...

...from her apartment. Where is she?

I don't know.
I just did what she asked me to do.

What, she asked you to drag her
out of her apartment?

She said she couldn't do it herself.

Look, I deliver her laundry.

She said to come by this morning
for a little extra cash.

It's a phobia. An illness in my head.

You gotta be kidding me, lady.

Out. In. See? It's easy.

I know it's hard for you to understand,
but could you stop doing that?

Just get me down the street.

That's all I gotta do?

What the hell is that for?

It's not for you, I promise.

All right, let's do this.

All right. Pull me out the door.

Wei! Wei! No! No!

No.

Come on. Get in here.
Get me out of here.

- Come on.
- Okay, okay.

Oh, my God! No!

No, Wei, no. No!

Wei, no!

I have no insurance!

Get in here! Push me out! Come on!

- Come on!
- Oh, okay, okay, okay.

Oh, on count of three.

One, two, three.

Oh, God!

Once I got her out of her apartment,
it was easier.

Okay, did she say why she wanted
to leave so desperately?

I didn't ask.

Look, a crazy lady paid me 50 bucks
to drag her out of her house.

That's all I know.

Last time I saw her,
she was right there.

She wasn't having a good time,
but she was alive.

Wei Fan's story checks out.

A storeowner across the street
saw her get into a minivan cab...

...at around 8: 15 a.m.

A minivan cab.

That narrows it down, huh?

Yeah, Martin's checking medallions,
trying to figure out which one it was.

Who's that?

It's the guy that was banging
on Rachel's door two years ago.

I got it from the editor's police report.

I know who that is. Peter Hill,
used to write her letters. Check it out.

- What did he want?
- To apologize.

This is Taylor,
I need you to go pick somebody up.

Wow, he says
he caused her agoraphobia.

- He say how?
- No, not in this letter.

If he's the one who drove her
into the apartment...

...maybe he's got something to do
with why she's not in it anymore.

All right.

Thanks for coming in, Mr. Hill.

Thank you?

I feel like a prisoner here.
What's this about?

About you harassing Rachel Gibson
for the past two years.

Rachel? What?

I wasn't harassing her.

Mr. Hill, are you drunk?

It's after work,
and this is my living room.

I was in my living room.

- It's a free country, I can have a drink...
- Where is Rachel Gibson?

How should I know?

You wrote, saying you were responsible
for her condition.

I know what I wrote.

I think you've been
going after her for so long...

...she got a gun,
she decided to go after you.

She didn't come after me.

I'm not some crazed fan, okay?

I went to school with Rachel.
We were best friends.

You're a stalker, Mr. Hill.

You are the principal suspect
in a kidnapping case.

You've written
I don't know how many letters...

...you're a drunk,
and apparently you're an idiot.

I am not a drunk.

Okay. What happened?

We were 14.

And we broke into
my uncle's bowling alley...

...like we'd done
a hundred times before.

Eventually, I'm gonna be too big
to climb through the window.

Not gonna happen.
You got the metabolism of a ferret.

That sounded like a compliment, Stitch,
yet you've compared me to a ferret.

I was gonna go mongoose,
but they're mean.

Come on.

It's freezing in here.
Can't bowl like this.

What do you want me to tell Uncle Joe?
"Keep the heat on for when we break in"?

Fine, but if my fingers fall off,
I want a rematch.

- The bar key's not here.
- I don't need anything.

- I can't bowl without beer.
- There's a reason I beat you every time.

Yeah, it's because
you're a really good bowler.

I'm gonna run home.
Dad's got a twelver in the fridge.

Got a test tomorrow.
I don't wanna be here.

I'm gonna be gone 20 minutes.
Plug in the jukeboxes.

You can rock the house.

Guess it's just you and me, kid.

My mom busted me getting beer
out of the fridge.

- I couldn't tell we snuck into the alley.
- You never went back.

- No.
- Any chance someone broke in...

...and did something to Rachel?
- I don't think so.

But whatever did happen,
she never spoke to me again.

Kids always picked on us.

She was too smart
and I was a screwup.

But we had each other's backs.

That night, though, I let her down.

I just don't know how.

What did you say you called her
back then?

Stitch?

It was her nickname in school.

She was funny, you know?

Always had us in stitches.

I think you're gonna need this
more than me.

Oh, coffee?

I never touch it.

Horny at the office?

Well... It's... Yeah, see, right here,
last week.

"Dear Horny at the Office...

...you're becoming more and more
like my buddy Stitch...

...in love with a coworker, yet no idea
how to approach the individual."

So if Rachel is Stitch...

Then there's only one person
the coworker could be.

Exactly.

Here.

The reason Rachel didn't tell you
who the flowers were from...

...is because she got them for you.

Were you having an affair with her?

No.

Bianca, where is she?

I don't know.

Oh, my God,
you think I did something to her.

Why would I?

I'm in love with her.

Is that why you quit?

Yeah.

Who lives in Cedar Grove?

I grew up in Cedar Grove.

Rachel took a cab there this morning.

Well, why would she go out...?

Oh, my God.

This must have something to do
with my father.

No, Mom, I just...
I wasn't thinking of myself...

...I just miss you guys.

No, I'm fine.

All right.

Just forget that I called, okay?

No, it's fine. I'm all right.

Just forget it.

You okay?

My dad's 60th birthday tomorrow.

You haven't seen him in a long time?

It's been six years.

Since I came out.

I just figured maybe
it was the right time. I even...

Even bought him a stupid gift.

What did your mother say?

She said not to come.

That it was a festive affair
and that I would only give him agita.

Well, who cares what your mother says?
You should just go anyway.

No, it was a stupid idea.

Hey.

It wasn't a stupid idea. It took
a lot of guts to call after that long.

Well, you should at least
send the gift.

Why?

Lt'll only ruin his day.

Well, then, I'll send the gift.

No, Rach, just leave it alone.

Later, I went to look for it
and I couldn't find it.

But she must be taking it to him.

You were leaving,
so she wanted to win you back.

Oh, my God.

What if my father
did something to her?

Like what? What would he do?

When I was 18, I changed
my last name from Marcello to Stone.

As in Boss Sal Marcello?

Well, if you meet him,
he prefers "Don Sal Marcello."

He thinks "boss"
is a little white collar.

I'll bear that in mind.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So Organized Crime
has two addresses for Marcello.

This is the closest
to where Rachel was dropped.

Family olive-oil business?
You gotta be kidding me.

- Guy's gotta make a buck.
- At least he's not in waste management.

I'd call him.

What is this, Charlie's Angels?

I'm Special Agent Johnson...

...this is Special Agent Spade
and Special Agent Delgado.

Well, isn't that special.

You got a warrant, toots?

You got an unlicensed firearm
in that jacket?

Let's frisk each other,
see what we find.

We need to speak to Mr. Marcello.

- He's in the middle of something.
- I'm done.

Mr. Marcello, we're looking for a woman
by the name of Rachel Gibson.

- Can I get you something to drink?
- We're busy.

Oh, too busy for espresso?

- I'll have a latte.
- Cappuccino.

- Double.
- See now, that's better. Please.

We're still looking for Rachel Gibson.

I know who you're looking for.
She came in at lunch.

She says she knows Bianca.

- What did I ever do to you?
- Nothing.

Well, I didn't think so.

Bianca wanted me to give you this.
Happy birthday.

My birthday?

Bianca.

We used to fish a lot.

Bianca better than all her brothers.
I mean, she had the wrist for it, she...

She.

Flies.

Sit.

- So why didn't she bring it herself?
- She was afraid you'd blow a gasket.

She's the one that left me.

She announced she was a lesbian
and she disappeared out that door.

And I tried to understand. I tried to...

For weeks I had that K. D...

- K. D... K.D.
- K.D. Lang.

Lang. I had that K.D. Lang
stuck in my head.

Well, that's not
how she remembers it.

I waited a long time
for my little girl to come home.

You miss her so much, why don't you
swallow your pride and call her?

It's ballsy for you to show up here.

All I'm saying is that your daughter
is this sweet, amazing person...

Why are you here?
You never leave the house.

How do you know that?

I know, I know.

You like her, don't you?

I don't have to tell you that.

Oh, yeah. You banging my daughter?

- No.
- Good.

Because I don't want my daughter
with anybody...

...who can't get their ass out of
the house except for special occasions.

Now, get out.

Get out.

Did she say anything else?

When she first got here,
she was freaking out.

She kept going on and on
about some bowling alley.

I assume that that means
something to you nice ladies.

Yes, it does.

Not exactly sure what, but it does.

Notice that Bianca was trailing us
in the blue SUV?

Yeah.

Malone and Taylor, FBI.

Sergeant Haggart, Garwood Police.
She's in the Number 5 Lane.

What do you mean, "in"?

Sort of lying there.

What, asleep, dead or drunk?

None of the above. We asked her
if she was okay, she told us to leave.

- You're so predictable.
- I knew you were gonna do that. Darn.

- It's an FBI thing.
- I see that.

Hi.

How's everything going in there?

Fine, thank you.

I'm Agent Malone from the FBI.

You wanna tell me what's going on?

I just need to lay here six more hours
and I'll be cured.

Just tell me what happened
the night that Peter left.

Come on, look,
I know everything, okay?

I know about the convict,
the laundry guy, the mobster.

For somebody who's been locked
in their apartment for two years...

...your life's more interesting
than mine.

- You don't know the half of it.
- Fill me in. I gotta do the paperwork.

I was waiting for Peter to come back,
and I was bowling.

Darn it.

Help!

Peter!

Help!

Eight hours I waited for Peter
to come back here.

I thought I was gonna die.

You know what? Enough already,
all right? You're trespassing. Out.

- Get out of there.
- What's wrong with you?

We don't have time to discuss that.
What's wrong with you?

- I'm an agoraphobic.
- You live 15 miles from here.

You gotta be the world's
worst agoraphobic.

Look.

The only reason
that you're laying here...

...is because you don't know
how to tell your...

Your girlfriend that you like her.

I've never been a lesbian.

I don't know what to do.

I've never been a lesbian either.

Although I did have
this dream once, though.

But that's a different subject.
But, look, I can't help you, okay?

But I have a feeling
that you'll be able to figure this out.

So come on. Come out of there.

Rachel?

Rach.

- You left your apartment.
- I did.

For me?

Can I go home now?

- No.
- Excuse me, sir...

- No.
- Step aside.

No, sir, you have to stay back.

Let him through.

Dad?

- Hey.
- Hey.

You Joe?

Open up the lanes.

We're morbid, Jack.

Why's that?

Unless something really bad
is happening to somebody...

...it just doesn't feel
like a day at the office.

Yeah, well, I'll have you know
that underneath this black suit...

...lies an eternal optimist.

Well, all I'm saying is,
it's a nice change.

At least nobody died.

Get out of here.

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