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Uh... I hope none of you
borrowed 50 bucks

and forgot to pay it back,

'cause trust me,
he didn't forget.

To Gabe.

ALL:
To Gabe.

Audrey.

This must be hard for you.

It's not as bad as you think.

Gabe and I have had a lot
of time to get ready.

Would you like to talk to him?

I'd love to.

so how are you?

I'm doing better
than I have in a long time.

How about you?

I'm good.

I'll go along with that...

if you want me to.

It's a party,
not our support group.

I can be shallow and dishonest
if I want to be.

Then shallow and dishonest
it is.

But you know what they say...

Eyes... windows.

You've been struggling these
past couple of weeks and...

I just wish I could make
all this easier for you.

I seem to be having that effect
on people today.

I was looking for the bathroom,

I thought it was back here.

It's off the kitchen.

Thanks.

Hey. No disrespect,
but, uh,

if that was the person
you were looking for,

I think I found him.

That was Gabe Adler.

Last night he was the guest
of honor at a party

that our missing person,
Audrey West, attended.

What happened to him?

He, uh, drank
a barbiturate cocktail.

Voluntarily?

Yeah.

The guy had leukemia.

I guess he wanted
to say his good-byes early.

Audrey spent a few minutes with
him, and then she was last seen

being taken away by a guy
named Ryan in a truck.

Last name?

They don't know.

Apparently, he wasn't
on the guest list.

But that didn't keep him
from stealing a variety

of prescription drugs from
the people that were invited.

Fellow cancer patients.

Yeah, including
our missing person.

What color is the truck?

Black. Come here.

Left paint on the gate,
tire marks over the curb.

He was obviously in a hurry
to get out of here.

She might have caught him in the
act of trying to steal

the drugs.
Yeah, well, we don't have much,

but there's an APB in the works.

What kind of cancer does
the missing person have?

Inoperable brain tumor.

She's married,

got an 11-year-old daughter
and only one month to live.

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MAN:
She took one
of her seizure pills before she left
for the party.

But she's supposed
to take one every 12 hours.

Otherwise,
she could convulse.
Well, when we find her,

we'll make sure she gets the
medical attention she needs.

Just make sure it's Xynitol.

She was on Derenton before,
and that didn't work.

She had a 20-minute seizure.

The doctor said ten minutes more
and she would have...

I would have lost her.

It's okay,
I'll make sure they know.

Now our agents talked
to everyone at the party,

and no one has any information
on this guy Ryan.

Do you know who he is?

She never mentioned anyone
with that name.

Um, about the tumor.

Had it caused her to have
any behavioral changes?

Um, mood swings, outbursts,
anything like that?

Audrey's so even-tempered.

But I did walk in on a fight
she was having with her boss

from the architectural firm
a couple days ago.

MAN:
I'm not going
to let you blackmail me!

AUDREY:
I'm only asking
for what's mine!

No, you are using this illness
as an excuse to get things

that don't belong to you.

What's going on?

Honey, are you okay?

Yeah. I'm just a little tired.

Brian, I don't know what
this is all about.

Audrey has some files
that belong toe.

And I don't care.
I just need you to leave.

Fine! We'll talk
about this later.

You're an ass!

Other than that,
there's nothing to talk about.

Is that, um,
Brian Gagen,

as in Gagen Towers?

The Gagen Towers,
the Stokes Museum.

Wow.

Blackmail's a pretty strong
accusation.

She told me there was
a proffer pool at work,

and he was trying
to cut her out of it,

so she took some specs
she had finished

before she went
on medical leave.
(cell phone ringing)

When was that?

She stopped working

three weeks ago.

Um, we're going to need
to see those files.

Could you guys excuse me?

Sure.

A proffer plan would have some
kind of contractual structure.

It would have been
hard to cut her out

if she was entitled
to something.

I know.

You don't believe her?

I didn't know what to think.

Okay.

Now, I need a list of
colleagues, friends,

people who work in your house.

I'll, I'll get that for you.

And I'd... and I'd like to
talk to your daughter.

The neighbor's getting her from
school; she should be home soon.

I'll wait.

Y-You know,

Audrey was sitting
exactly where you are

when she told me
about the tumor.

I don't think I've taken
a full breath of air since.

You're out of breath

after two blocks.

I'm out of shape.

Last night you had to sit down

while you were fixing dinner.

Is that a crime?

No,

it's not.

But you're getting
winded over nothing.

At night you have
trouble breathing.

Something is wrong.

You're beginning to sound
like a broken record.

Well, then here's the refrain.

Go to the doctor.

I will, when I have time.

Honey, you cannot
put this off any longer.

What is more important
than your health?

So am I calling the doctor

or are you?

Well, just let me know
when you hear from them, then.

Audrey's boss,
Gagen, is MIA.

His secretary says that
he went skiing in Catamount.

Can't reach him by phone,

and she doesn't know
where he's staying.

That's very convenient,

isn't it?
Yeah, or suspicious,
take your pick.

You want to help Sam out?

No, it's only a 40-pound box

of architectural files.
Please, don't get up.

You'd be insulted if we did.

Which means I can't ask you
to take them upstairs

for an engineering evaluation,

can I?
You know,

you have way too much pride.

Good point.

Mm.

Okay,

I'll take them myself.

Okay, Martin,
check this out.

All right, look.
This is Audrey's

hospice nurse, right? She was on
the list that Jake gave to us.

She got a speeding
ticket last year.

She was doing 45
in a 30.

Doesn't make her
a suspect.
True.

But I looked into her
insurance coverage.

Can I have additional drivers
for 300, please?

BOTH:
Who is Ryan Leonard?

That's your boyfriend, right?

Yeah, I guess.

So how does it work?

You tell him where to find
dying cancer patients

and he goes in and lifts

thousands of dollars
worth of meds?

I would never hurt a client.
What was he doing

at Gabe Adler's party
last night?

I worked with Gabe

as well as Audrey,
so I got an invitation.

He must have seen it.

Look, I thought he was clean.

Yeah, you might need
to take a refresher course

on your nursing certificate.

Listen, maybe he...

he and Audrey stole the drugs
together.
Okay,

why would you say that?

Because for the last couple
of weeks,

Audrey was really agitated.

She was desperate for money.

How can they do that?

Because I'm just
one dying person,

and they're a giant
life insurance company.

I was diagnosed six months ago,

a month after I applied
for the policy.

It was within their
contestable period.

Yeah, but to say
you tried to defraud them,

it doesn't seem fair.

If the tumor started
growing a month

after I applied for the policy,
I wouldn't have had headaches.

Or if I hadn't been
so busy at work,

I might have gone
to the doctor sooner

and been cured
and not needed life insurance.

It's not about fairness.

Will Jake and Emmy be okay?

If someone murders me.

What are you talking about?

I have an old accidental death
policy that's still in force.

It would pay out
if something happened to me.

It's not funny.

No, I guess it's not.

I hate this.

The things it makes me
think about.

The things it's trying
to take away from me.

I try to do that visualization--

the one where Pacmen eat it--

all I see is the tumor sitting
in the middle of my brain,

giving me the finger.

I think the cancer
advanced too quickly

for Audrey to really deal

with all her feelings about
it, so she's just angry.

She's more than angry.

She's a dying woman
without medication.

Look, if he was going to go
on the run, where would he go?

If I knew, I would
be happy to tell you.

Witnesses say
she was taken,

but that could be an after-
the-fact interpretation.

She left willingly.

Yeah, she could
have paid the guy

enough money
to kill her so her family

could collect
the insurance.
That's crazy, Jack. No.

In her emotional state,

Ryan may have seemed
like divine intervention.

Does your mom talk to
you about her work?

Just that she likes
being an architect.

Now, Emmy, I was wondering,

have you ever seen
this man before?

I don't think so.

Maybe he came to the house
or you saw him on the street?

No, not him.

Not him?

Somebody else?

Yeah.

It was... Tuesday.

After soccer practice.

Coach said he's moving me
up to the midfield.

I built up the stamina.

That's great,
sweetheart.

He says I could be one
of his all-around athletes.

He wants me to try out
for tennis in the spring.

Wow, my little
Monica Seles.

It'll be early-
morning clinics,

but you could drop me, right?

I forgot.

It's okay.

It's good to forget.

You don't have
to remember 24-seven.

Will you play
singles or doubles?

Who cares?

I do.

Though I understand
you might not think so.

I left something in the car.

I'll be in in a second.

But when I come in,
I'd like you to tell me

about tennis in the spring.

Will you do that?

Sure.

I wanted to ask her
who the lady was,

but I didn't.

And you never saw what
was inside that package?

No.

What did your mom do
when she came inside?

She made a call.

She left a message
for someone,

and then she
asked me about tennis.

Do you think you could
describe the woman

you saw to a sketch artist?

I'll try.

Does she have something to do

with my mom not
coming home last night?

We don't know yet.

Excuse me.

Hey.

ELENA:
Hey. You still with
the daughter?

Yeah, why?

Well, NYPD just found Ryan's
truck.

It looks like
he got into an accident.

Any mention of Audrey?

No. They're taking Ryan
to Saint Andrew's Hospital,

and Jack and Martin
are on their way.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey.

How's he doing?

It's hard to say.

He's still talking
to the little green men.

Yeah?

What's he on?

A handful of scrambled.

Okay. Thanks.

Uh, excuse me, ma'am.

We need to talk

to him for a minute.

Ryan.

We're with the FBI.

We're looking for Audrey West.
You know where she is?

You tell me.

Bitch tried to kill me.

Hey.

Get your head straight yet?

I guess.

JACK:
How many fingers

am I holding up?

Four.

Close enough.

This is the woman
you left the party with.

Right.

So let's start
from the beginning.

Don't use any words with more

than two
syllables.

Sure.

Okay, now why did she
leave the party with you?

She asked me for a ride.
Hmm.
You know,

with all the people
she knew there,

why would she ask you?

She said I had
to give her a ride

or she'd write me up.

And where'd you take her?

I don't know.

The stuff I copped
started to kick in.

Things got a little hazy.

Right, turn right, here.

(echoing):
On four wheels next time.

RYAN:
And then we stopped.

I don't know.

Near some field.

And then she went
all nutso on me.

And that's all I remember.

That's a nice trip.

So this, uh...

field with the rocks
and flowers,

how'd you get there?

Take the 95?

The freeway? A wormhole?

I don't know.

Why'd she throw glass at you?

I told you, I don't know.

Okay, Sparky, why don't you
just lay back and relax.

Okay?

He's all yours.

Keep an eye on him.

If he was that screwed up, no
telling what he did to Audre

Yeah, but I doubt those
cuts all over his face

came from a minor
fender bender.

Right. They came
from a woman who appeared

out of a blinding light
and threw glass in his face.

That'll be easy
to track down.

Well, the glass
that cut Ryan Leonard

did not come from a windshield.

Maybe somebody
attacked him.

He was high and confused.

You know.

Anyway, this

trip computer
in his truck

resets automatically,

so it gives us an eight-mile
radius for his last trip.

Narrows it down.
I'll have local cops

start checking
for her or her body.

Look for smash-and-
grabs, break-ins,

any incidents
involving broken glass.

Excuse me.
You remember

the call
the daughter told us about?

I checked the phone records.

The call was
to a Luke Seaver.

He runs Audrey's
hospice support group.

Yeah, she, uh,
she called me

to tell me she wasn't
coming to group anymore.

I tried to talk her out of it,
but she'd made up her mind.

What about this woman?

That looks like Cara Nelson.

She used to be in another one
of the hospice support groups.

What do you mean used to be?

I had her kicked out.

She was trouble.

Actually, it was Audrey's last
meeting that tipped me to it.

Can this represent
a million bottles?

Yeah, Carl, it can.

Let it go, man.

That's it.

Good work, man.

Way to go, Carl.

This is such crap.

Audrey?

Is there something

you'd like to share?

I just don't see

how any of this helps.

I mean, he drank

until his
liver rotted.

She burnt out her lungs
with cigarettes.

We're all dying.

How do any of these
little boats

change that?

It's okay to
be angry, Audrey.

It's part of the process.

Is that a picture of you

as a little girl?

Is there anything about that
you'd like to share?

No.
Well, you
must have

brought it for some reason.

And I said I don't
want to talk about it.

Excuse me
for a second.

Hey.

What's going on, Audrey?

Maybe I'm sick of being
treated like a cow,

herded off to slaughter
like I've got no choice.

Nobody here made
a choice to be sick,

but what we do
have a choice about

is how we're going
to deal with it.

Cara didn't do it your way,

and look what happened.

She's better.

We're all very happy
for her, Audrey,

but what does that have
to do with you?

I want to get better,

and Cara says that I can.

Will your little shame
exercise do that for me?

After that, I started
asking around.

It turns out Cara
was soliciting people

for some kind of healing.

Hmm. Uh... Do you know
what she was offering?

Who knows.

You know, for a lot
of dying people,

you slap a "cure"
label on something,

you get a line out the door.

But I tell you, Audrey...

she could cry
with the best of them,

but she never wanted anything
less than the truth.

What about the picture
that Audrey brought?

I tried talking
to her about it.

She just... shut down.

VIVIAN:
This woman's name
is Cara Nelson.

She has a history of
conning dying people.

I've never seen her,

but Audrey's been
coping just fine.

She wouldn't fall
for something like that.

Well, maybe
she doesn't want you

to know that she's still
fighting to live.

Is that why she
stole those files

and tried
blackmailing her boss?

She wanted money for this woman?

It could be.

It's like every time
you think you're settled...

there's something else.

We started off taking
it all for granted.

Then suddenly we're the couple
where somebody is dying.

Now I'm here learning
how the woman I love

has really been feeling.

Now, Audrey had a picture.

She was 11 or 12,
sitting on a windowsill.

She's wearing a khaki skirt
and a green crew neck.

I archived her
photos onto a DVD.

Could you get it for us?

I could send an agent

to take you.
Of course.

I know it's your job,

but I really
appreciate

all y... all you're doing.

Thank you.

MAN:
The wall between the two
ventricles is enlarged

and obstructing
the flow of blood.

It's called hypertrophic
cardiomyopathy.

In layman's terms,

it's a deterioration
of the heart muscle.

And the high blood pressure
and shortness of breath?

Are both caused by it.

I'm going to start you
on some medications.

And that'll be all?

For now.

We have to see how you respond.

You might need surgery.?????

Hey.

Feeling okay?

Yeah.

Some cut closer than others.

They're never easy.

No, they're not.

What did you find?

Uh, we got a report
that a storefront window

was smashed out
in downtown White Plains,

exactly eight miles
from where we found Ryan.

Danny and I are going
to head over there now.

Okay.
Okay.

Man, this guy
was tripping.

What do you mean?

There's Ryan's field

with the rock and
the flowers right there.

Uh-huh.

Hey.
Hi.

Hey. Do you have any idea
what happened here?

Yeah. A crazy lady got
into it with the owner.

She gave a piece
of marble some wings.

The owner around?

Hey, I don't know. I was just
told to come fix it.

You have a name or number?

Yeah. It's, uh...
His name's Brian Gagen.

I'll call the office
for his number.

Gagen the architect?

If you say so.
I'm just here to fix the glass.

Listen, I really need to get
these measurements, huh?

Yeah. Go ahead.

You were right.

About what?

Gagen taking off.
It was definitely suspicious.

Yeah, and I guess
he was dead serious

about not being blackmailed.

♪♪

Mr. Gagen.

How was the snow?

It was okay.

You want to tell us
what happened last night?

Well, it was pretty
straightforward.

I went to my gallery
for an artist's opening.

I drove up
to Catamount afterwards.

Two fights with Audrey West--
one at your gallery

that resulted in
a shattered storefront.

Does that seem
straightforward to you?

Audrey and I argued,
and then she broke the glass,

but I didn't do anything to her.
Really?

I have a theory.

Audrey needed money,
she tried to blackmail you.

You didn't want
to be exposed.

You know where the rest
of the story is going.

Why would Audrey
blackmail me?
For stealing her work, maybe?

We analyzed the concept drawings

that Audrey took
from your office.

Those celebrated buildings
that you took credit for?

Those were Audrey's designs.

You want me to go
through that theory...?

No, no, no, no, no.
It's... it's fine.

Audrey got pretty riled up...

but I did not kill her.

You missed the opening.

Where's my $50,000
I told you to wire?

And I decided I don't
want to be blackmailed.

You don't care
if people find out

you haven't had
an original idea

in years? Or that maybe
you've never had one?

Is it my fault that
I have an eye for talent?

It's a good quid pro quo.

The young ones

give me a few good years.

And then, later,
we share in the spoils.

Well, I want my spoils now.

Because you're dying.

Yes! Because I'm dying!

Well, I'm not going
to give it to you.

You broke into my office

and stole files.

And now you've deluded yourself

into thinking that, somehow,

you have designed
two of my buildings?

Maybe it's the tumor.

But, whatever it is,

it's not worth liquidating
assets for.

You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

Audrey took off down the street.

The guy she was with
got into his truck

and drove the opposite way.

That is the last I saw
of either of them.

And you just let her leave
with one of your paintings?

I figured I got off easy.

Can anyone verify where
you were after that?

I was with Paula Caponan.

Artist from the show.

I picked her up
at her place

and, uh... drove her
to Catamount with me.

Write down her name and number.

You're here

until she confirms
your story.

Washed-up architect

stiffs dying woman.

Should play well
on the evening news.

No. That'll do it. Great.

Okay, the architect's
story checks out.

His budding Picasso
was skiing with him.

Okay, well, if
we believe Gagen,

Audrey wasn't with
Ryan after she
left the gallery,

but I still haven't found
a cab that picked her up.

That includes gypsy cabs?
I'm working on
those next.

Let me ask you,
how long did
the husband

say she could go
without her next pill?

About 12 hours.
And if she didn't take

her dose this morning,
she's long overdue.

You know, you've been
very helpful. Thank you.

Guys, I found Cara Nelson
from the hospice group.

Where?

She's living
with an elderly widow

in a Central Park West
apartment.

What's her connection
with the widow?

Well, she's dying,
she's vulnerable.

According to her doorman,
Cara installed herself

as the woman's caregiver.

What a bottom-feeder.

Yeah. NYPD is reeling her in
as we speak.

We subpoenaed your bank
records and compared
them to Audrey's.

You know what we found?

There were
withdrawal amounts
from Audrey's account

that are identical
to deposit amounts
into your account.

Was she giving you money
outside her house?

Yes. I sold her some herbs,
legally imported from Thailand.

Why would she
buy herbs from you?

Because she thought
they would help her.

And did your sales pitch include
that those herbs had healed you?

I had cancer
of the lymph nodes. Yes.

Could you give me the name
of the doctor

who told you you were cured?

I don't have to tell you that.

Well, actually,
you do,

because fraud is getting people

to part with their money
based on a lie.

See, here's
the thing.

We don't seem to have any record
of you visiting a doctor

for any kind of diagnosis.

So we can charge
you right now,

or you can prove to us
that you're not a fraud.

Is there a third option?

Uh-huh. Tell us what happened
with Audrey.

I was working her for a while.

Wasn't having
much success till
after her seizure.

She got a lot more
desperate after that.

Hearing that I was cured
was the final fly on the line.

And she finally bit
about a week ago.

Am I being stupid?

Is it stupid to want
to live for your family?

I tried being accepting--
dying the good way.

But nearly dying
from that seizure,

and then watching
Gabe get sicker...
I'm not ready.

I know.

You're like me.

That's why I have
to share this with you.

Now, you told me about
the shame exercise.

But the picture you
brought to the group...

You were in
the sixth grade?

Seventh.

I was in boarding school.

A place called
West Yorktown Academy.

Mm-hmm.

Something happened there.

Something that
made you feel... dirty.

Yes.

That's it.

I can feel that.

That is the energy

the tumor's
feeding on.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

It's too strong.

I'm just a novice.

I'm not even supposed
to be doing this.

What do I do?

I don't know.

There must be something.

Maybe the monks could help us.

They did it for me.

How does that work?
Do I go there?

No. No, you make a donation

to pay for medicine
or for their school.

I tell them that
a generous benefactor

wishes only
for their enlightenment,

and for a prayer
for their own good health.

How much should I give?

I gave them $16,000
??????????

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

As much as you can.

What's important

is the intention.

You know, you're
also going to have to face

the source
of your pain.

Find him?

Yes.

Settle things.

She called me the next day.

Said she found a way to get me
maybe $15,000, $20,000.

I told her that sounded
like a good amount.

She was desperate.

Aren't most dying people?

Did she happen
to mention

the name of this guy?

VIVIAN:
Oh, don't stop now.

You're on a roll.

I have no idea.

I stopped listening

after she told me
she'd get me the money.

So can I go now?
Yeah.

To federal prison.

I thought I was getting a deal.

And Audrey thought
she was getting a cure.

So when she was
dealing with this
con woman, Cara Nelson,

Audrey made reference
to the fact

that there was something
that made her feel dirty.

What do you think? Abuse?

It's possible.

But there's no record of
it in her past history.

Not yet.

But her school closed down
ten years ago,

and we're digging
through those files.

But a local paper reported

a day of prayer
and reconciliation 22 years ago.

The school even
brought in a therapist.

So something must have happened
that they needed to deal with.

Well, at least you know

the haystack you're looking at
is 22 years old.

Yeah.

Sir, I understand
your wife is retired.

Yes. I just need her for one
second, please.

I want to talk
about one incident

at the West Yorktown Academy,
that's all.

I know your paper must have run
a lot of articles since then.

No, I understand that,
Dr. Wilson, but it...

Yeah. Anything you can tell me

about your conversations
with Audrey would be great.

Yes. What's the phone number?

You're sure? Inappropriate
behavior with a student?

Uh... Do you know if any charges
were ever filed?

No? Okay, is that James Corwin
with a "C" or a "K"?

Well, a former colleague
told me you taught science.

Yeah. There was some kind
of problem in the department?

Thank you, Mrs. Corwin. Bye.

That was Mrs. Corwin.
Apparently,

Mr. Corwin got a call
from a former

student last night,
went out to meet
her, stayed for over

an hour and, when he got home,
he refused to talk about it.

Probably wasn't too happy about
a 22-year-old secret coming out ???

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪st night♪

She called and
asked to see me.

Recognize that?

That's you and Audrey
when she was 12.

I know where you're
going with this.

I didn't abuse Audrey.

We know she came to
confront you last night.

You were the last person to see
her before she went missing.

Why don't you just tell us
what happened to her?

I did see Audrey last night.

But not for the reason
you think.

Really? What do we think?

You didn't have
to bring coffee.

An unexpected call

from an old student
is worth a drive and a latte.

What's the occasion, after
all these years?

We have to talk about
what happened.

There's no need to
drag up the past.

No, we do.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I understand Mr. Corwin

took you on a stargazing trip,
is that true?

Yes, ma'am, we were trying
to find binary stars.

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪
alone ♪♪♪♪ night♪

Just like when this photo
was taken.

Mr. Corwin was
doing me a favor.

I missed the science club
picture.

He was obviously looking for
chances to take liberties.

Now.

I know you have worried about
your continuation here, Audrey.

Your parents have
been very inconsistent

with their tuition payments.

But I don't want you to have

to worry anymore.

That's why I've arranged

for a full scholarship.

Oh, wow.

That's great.

You just have to tell me
the truth about Mr. Corwin.

Now, when he took
this picture,

and you were alone in
the schoolhouse...

Yes?

Did he take that opportunity
to fondle your breast?

I ruined your life for
a lousy scholarship.

You were just fodder
in an adult battle.

A big donor wanted my head
for calling him a moron.

Others would have squawked
if there wasn't good cause.

They wouldn't listen when
you told them the truth?

Innocent stargazing
between a male teacher

and a 12-year-old girl can
sound sleazy pretty quick.

I should have been more careful
being alone with a student.

But then because of me, you
couldn't teach anymore.

So life gave me salt,

I made margaritas.

My life turned out fine.

What's going on?

are you ok?

I've just been having some
troubles in my life,

and I thought that
if I fixed yours,

that things could
turn around for me.

Well, then consider me fixed.

Remember what I used
to say in class?

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♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

She seemed to get it all out,

and then she was fine.

She was going to get
the next bus.

I offered to wait with her,

but she said she was going
to enjoy the night sky.

There's something wrong
with her, isn't there?

She's dying.

Oh.

FBI, ma'am.

Have you seen this woman?

Uh, yeah, I saw her around
11:00 last night.

She was over there.

Did she get on a bus?

Nah, she was a little wobbly.

I think she had
too much to drink.

But her friend was helping her.

Friend, what was
this friend like?

Young guy. I started to go over,
but he had it handled.

Yeah, he was helping her
with her stuff.

Did you see what direction
they were going in?

Yeah, right back over there.

Thank you.
Sure.

Martin, yeah,
she's been spotted.

I think there may have
been an assault.

You take the parking lot,
I'll take the yard.

Audrey?

Audrey?

Audrey?

Audrey?

♪♪♪♪♪♪♪

I got something.

She's here.

This is Agent
Fitzgerald.

We need an ambulance

at the Hastings Bus Station
maintenance area.

Yeah, that's right.
Thanks.

She alive?

She's breathing,
but it's shallow.

The ambulance is
on its way.

Your husband and daughter are
on their way down here.

Thank you.

I swore I'd never be
back here.

And this is where I end up.

Putting everyone through this.

All because I wanted
more time.

Nobody can blame you for that.

Before my diagnosis,

it was always about what
would happen one day.

Then when I got sick, I kept
skipping the here and now.

But you still have that.

Yeah.

Thank you.

MARCUS:
Honey?

Honey? Honey?

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