Programma Televisivo: Without a Trace - 4x17
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 ten 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 people it helps, but it's funny.
And if this pile is any indication, some of her fans are real whack jobs.
How long has she been missing?
Five hours.
Seriously?
All right, you know what?
I'm going to go finish my salad.
Why don't you call me when she gets back from the movies?
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.
Without a trace 4x17 - Cookie, BadGone & Lucile76 www.forom.com 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 going to need to talk to him.
He's a she.
I'll get you her number.
How long have you been working for Rachel?
Uh, about a year and a half.
So you would know then 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 out in the hlway, and I begged her to come help me.
She was in full-out screech mode within 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 had them since she was a kid and that staying inside was the only way to control it.
Um, Bianca, we found this.
Any idea what she uses it for?
I don't know.
I just figured it was another gadget she ordered in the mail.
Even with you helping her, she must have a lot of people coming in and out of the apartment.
Well, 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 with them.
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 all over Cherry Hill in about 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 going to 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?
N...
no.
Well, 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.
Wha...?
Que?
No more stripes?
What, you think it's too much?
No, I think it looks lovely.
Uh, no, no, it's, uh, no, no, it's just...
it's Elena.
She, uh, no, she likes it.
Yeah.
You know what, I've got to go.
Um, what?
Yeah.
Uh, no, let me call you back, all right?
So, um, what's up?
Okay.
So I got Rachel's phone records.
Someone from Roosevelt Island Penitentiary called her ten days ago.
What, the FTD guy?
Did you get a name?
No, I don't have a name, but I'm going through the columns, and quite few are from the unhappily incarcerated.
Are there the happily incarcerated?
According to the columns, there aren't happily anything.
Yeah, well, I could have told you that.
All right, so, just, uh, keep working on that, and, uh, uh...
uh...
Just keep working.
What's next, a juice box and a nap?
Where are we with the threatening letters?
Uh, no luck.
But there are these two people that she keeps referencing- an Aunt Jimmy and a Cousin Cleveland.
Now I think that...
No, no, no, no.
He means Clemmy from Cleveland and a cousin named Jimmy.
I'm just saying.
No, I was just saying.
These people, they might be real and they might know something about her.
A couple more threat letters for you from Rachel's editor, who is waiting for us.
Think you can handle it?
Mira, somebody needs his nappy time.
She writes some pretty ballsy stuff for an agoraphobic.
She ever piss any fans off?
Oh, sure, sure.
We've had to refer some to the police.
But there's no way anyone, not from the paper or Bianca, would have given out Rachel's address.
Apparently there's some convict that's been writing to her on a pretty regular basis.
She never said anything about it to me.
And she normally would?
Oh, yeah.
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-what are you doing?
What-what are you...?
What are you doing?
Rachel?
It's okay, he's gone.
Let me in, okay?
Rachel, are you in there?
What the hell was that about?
What-what is...
want to tell me what is going on here?
It's nothing.
You have a book signing at Duke's right now.
I know, Michael.
I'm sorry, I can't.
Why not?
You can't what?
I can't go outside.
Yes, you can, and you will, because the car's outside.
No.
If we leave now we can still make it.
Michael, I'm serious, I can't go out there.
Everything is getting really scary and really crazy.
My anxiety attacks are getting worse and worse.
Yeah, but you're taking meds for that.
It's not working.
Well, then what are you going to do, stay inside?
For how long?
Until I feel better.
And here we are two years later, and she still 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 just assumed it was a fan.
They're needy and they tend to get angry if Rachel doesn't respond to them.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey.
I called you as soon as I heard the walkie call tone.
There's been two more since.
Any idea where the signal is coming from?
Not exactly.
You know, it's just your typical two-way.
About a two-mile range on an FRS frequency, but the range isn't environment specific.
Okay, that in English please, Mac.
Um, a place like this, those two miles get cut way down because of wall density and frequency of interference, we're down to about 200 yards, which could mean upstairs, it could mean across the street, you know...
You're good.
Thanks.
I didn't sleep during every class at Quantico.
I did.
You ready?
I am, yeah.
Yeah, give it a shot.
Okay.
Hello?
Rachel, is that you?
No, this isn't Rachel.
My name is Samantha Spade.
Um, 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.
Um, through there.
Well, maybe you can help me find her.
Why don't you tell me your name and where you live?
I'm so sorry.
Until I got home, I had no idea Rachel was missing.
How is it that you know Rachel?
Oh, Eli was selling meringues around the neighborhood, and they just hit it off.
Eli told her that he was afraid of the dark, so she got him the two-way for when he got scared.
Didn't bother you that this woman was taking such an interest in your son?
Well, with her condition and all, I thought it was probably harmless.
I listened a bit at the beginning.
They'd 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.
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, you just can't see it.
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 want to go.
Where do we want to go?
I think we're going to 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...
didn't feel better.
Now, this guy in the orange sweatshirt, is there anything else you can tell us about him?
Okay.
Do 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.
Thank you.
I've got Rachel's credit card bills here.
Looks like the mystery flowers, she sent them herself.
Thank you so much.
Okay, that was Roosevelt Island, and they checked their call log.
The convict who called Rachel was a Arroyo Kilburn, aka Pookie Bear.
He was there five years for assault with a deadly weapon.
He got out?
Last week.
Pookie Bear.
Yeah, you want to make something of it?
What are we, in grade school?
Sorry.
I'm taking offense at everything.
It's my main issue presently.
And 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 a nice accommodation?
Your cynicism is making me uncomfortable.
Well, 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 four.
My wife was pissed.
I didn't have the emotional vocabulary to process my true feelings.
And a newspaper column fixed it?
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.
I bought blueberry, but they're not in season so they're probably frozen.
Mmm, no, thank you.
Gosh, I love pie of any kind.
So how's your son?
Ah, he's cute and smart...
nothing like his dad.
You're smart.
Right.
I ought to bring you on job interviews.
Mm, 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.
It's, um, it's actually 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.
Do you think you can get me one?
Well...
probably, but I'd rather not.
Please.
There's something that I have to do, and 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.
Did 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 going to attack you?
No.
I just hated them.
I hated the little gross seeds, I hated the pulpy pulpiness, I hated everything about them, and I was always terrified that they were going to end up in my food, so I would check everything- fruit salads, desserts...
It 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.
What...
what if you were?
Afraid of the whole world?
What do you think it would take to, uh, really drive you out of the house?
I don't know.
Agent Fitzgerald, you there?
Yeah, little buddy, I'm here, over.
I see him, behind you, in the green vest.
That's the man that took Rachel, I know it.
I got him, let's go.
FBI!
Whoa, whoa!
Keep your hands where we can see them.
Whoa, okay, Goldilocks, Wait, don't shoot, don't shoot!
Please.
He's clean.
What's your name, huh?
Wei Phan.
Way what?
Wei Phan!
Way Fun?
Wei Phan!
Okay, Wei Phun...
Wei Phan!
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.
She asked you to drag her out of her apartment?
Is that what you're trying to tell us?
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've got to be kidding me, lady.
I mean, out, in, see, it's easy.
Okay, wait, 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 got to do?
Whoa!
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.
No!
No!
Wait!
Wait!
No!
No!
No.
Come on, get in here!
Get me out of here!
Come on!
Okay, okay, okay.
Oh, my God, no!
No, wait, no!
No!
Wait!
No!
I have no insurance!
Get in here, push me out!
Come on!
Oh, okay, okay, okay!
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.
Wai Phan's story checks out.
A store owner across the street saw her get into a minivan cab 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.
Wait a minute, I know exactly who that is- Peter Hill.
He used to write her letters.
Check it out.
What did he want?
To apologize.
Hey, this is Taylor.
I need you to go pick somebody up.
He says he caused her agoraphobia.
He say how?
No, not in this letter.
But 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?
It's about you harassing Rachel Gibson for the past two years.
Rachel?
I wasn't harassing her.
Mr.
Hill, are you drunk?
It's after work, and this is my living room.
I- I was in my living room.
It's a free country.
I can have a drink if I...
Where is Rachel Gibson?
How should I know?
Well, you wrote saying you were responsible for her condition.
I know what I wrote.
You know what I think?
I think you've been going after her for so long she just got a gun and 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 principle suspect in a kidnapping case.
You've written her 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.
We broke into my uncle's bowling alley, like we'd done 100 times before.
Eventually, I'm going to be too big to climb through the window in that office.
Not going to happen.
You've got the metabolism of a ferret.
Sounds like a compliment, Stitch, and yet you've just compared me to a ferret.
I was going to go mongoose, but I thought they were a little mean.
Come on.
It's freezing in here.
I can't bowl like this.
What do you want me to tell Uncle Joe?
Keep the heat on for when we break in later?
Fine, but if my fingers fall off, I want a rematch.
The bar key is not here.
I don't need anything.
I can't bowl without beer.
You know there's a reason I beat you every time.
Yeah, it's because you're a really good bowler.
I'm going to run home.
Dad's got a twelver in the garage fridge.
I've got a test tomorrow, I don't want to be here all night.
I'll only 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, and I couldn't tell her we snuck into the alley.
So 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.
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 going to need this more than me.
Oh, coffee?
I never touch it.
Horny at the office?
Yeah, see, right here, last week. "
Dear Horny At the Office, "You're becoming more and more like my buddy Stitch, "desperately in love with a coworker, yet no idea how to approach the individual. "
So if Rachel is Stitch...
Then there's only one other person that 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, uh...
Cedar Grove?
I grew up in Cedar Grove.
Rachel took a cab there this morning.
Why would she go...
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.
Uh, no, I'm fine.
Um, 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 is 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...
I 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 angina.
Well, who cares what your mother says?
You should just go anyway.
No.
It was a stupid idea.
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?
It'll only ruin his day.
Well, then I'll send the gift.
No, Rachel, 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.
So Organized Crime has two addresses for Marcello.
This is the closest one to where Rachel was dropped.
Family olive oil business?
You've got to be kidding me.
Guy's got to make a buck.
At least he's not into waste management.
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 in your pocket, toots?
You got an unlicensed firearm in that jacket?
Well, let's all frisk each other and 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.
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?
Ah, 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.
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.
If you miss her so much, why don't you just 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?
Mm.
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.
Uh, not exactly sure what, but it does.
Did you notice Bianca trailing us in the blue SUV?
Yep.
Malone and Taylor, FBI.
Sergeant Haggard, Garwood Police.
She's in the number five lane.
What do you mean "in"?
Sort of lying there.
What, asleep, dead, or drunk?
Oh, none of the above.
We asked her if she was okay, and she told us to leave.
You're so predictable.
I knew you were going to do that.
It's an FBI thing.
Okay.
Hi.
How's everything going in there?
Fine, thank you.
I'm Agent Malone from the FBI.
You want to 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.
You know, for somebody who's been locked away in their apartment for two years, your life is a hell of a lot more interesting than mine.
You don't know the half of it.
Fill me in- I still got to do the paperwork.
I was waiting for Peter to come back, and I was bowling.
Darn it.
Help!
Peter!
Peter!
Help!
Eight hours I waited for Peter to come back here...
and I thought I was going to die.
You know what?
Enough already, all right?
You're trespassing- out.
Get out of there now!
What is wrong with you?
We don't have enough time to discuss that subject.
What is wrong with you?
I'm an agoraphobic.
You live 15 miles from here.
You've got to 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.
Well, I did have this dream once.
It'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.
Rachel?!
Rach!
You left your apartment.
I did.
For me?
Can I go home now?
No!
Let him through.
Dad?
Hey.
Are you Joe?
Open up the lanes.
We're morbid, Jack.
Why is that?
Well, 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 underneaththis black suit lies an eternal optimist.
Ah.
All I'm saying is it's a nice change.
At least nobody died.
When the moon hits your eye Like a big pizza pie That's amore When the world seems to shine Like you've had too much wine That's amore Ding-a-ling- a- ling Ding-a-ling-a-ling...
Get out of here.
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 ten 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 people it helps, but it's funny.
And if this pile is any indication, some of her fans are real whack jobs.
How long has she been missing?
Five hours.
Seriously?
All right, you know what?
I'm going to go finish my salad.
Why don't you call me when she gets back from the movies?
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.
Without a trace 4x17 - Cookie, BadGone & Lucile76 www.forom.com 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 going to need to talk to him.
He's a she.
I'll get you her number.
How long have you been working for Rachel?
Uh, about a year and a half.
So you would know then 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 out in the hlway, and I begged her to come help me.
She was in full-out screech mode within 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 had them since she was a kid and that staying inside was the only way to control it.
Um, Bianca, we found this.
Any idea what she uses it for?
I don't know.
I just figured it was another gadget she ordered in the mail.
Even with you helping her, she must have a lot of people coming in and out of the apartment.
Well, 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 with them.
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 all over Cherry Hill in about 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 going to 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?
N...
no.
Well, 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.
Wha...?
Que?
No more stripes?
What, you think it's too much?
No, I think it looks lovely.
Uh, no, no, it's, uh, no, no, it's just...
it's Elena.
She, uh, no, she likes it.
Yeah.
You know what, I've got to go.
Um, what?
Yeah.
Uh, no, let me call you back, all right?
So, um, what's up?
Okay.
So I got Rachel's phone records.
Someone from Roosevelt Island Penitentiary called her ten days ago.
What, the FTD guy?
Did you get a name?
No, I don't have a name, but I'm going through the columns, and quite few are from the unhappily incarcerated.
Are there the happily incarcerated?
According to the columns, there aren't happily anything.
Yeah, well, I could have told you that.
All right, so, just, uh, keep working on that, and, uh, uh...
uh...
Just keep working.
What's next, a juice box and a nap?
Where are we with the threatening letters?
Uh, no luck.
But there are these two people that she keeps referencing- an Aunt Jimmy and a Cousin Cleveland.
Now I think that...
No, no, no, no.
He means Clemmy from Cleveland and a cousin named Jimmy.
I'm just saying.
No, I was just saying.
These people, they might be real and they might know something about her.
A couple more threat letters for you from Rachel's editor, who is waiting for us.
Think you can handle it?
Mira, somebody needs his nappy time.
She writes some pretty ballsy stuff for an agoraphobic.
She ever piss any fans off?
Oh, sure, sure.
We've had to refer some to the police.
But there's no way anyone, not from the paper or Bianca, would have given out Rachel's address.
Apparently there's some convict that's been writing to her on a pretty regular basis.
She never said anything about it to me.
And she normally would?
Oh, yeah.
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-what are you doing?
What-what are you...?
What are you doing?
Rachel?
It's okay, he's gone.
Let me in, okay?
Rachel, are you in there?
What the hell was that about?
What-what is...
want to tell me what is going on here?
It's nothing.
You have a book signing at Duke's right now.
I know, Michael.
I'm sorry, I can't.
Why not?
You can't what?
I can't go outside.
Yes, you can, and you will, because the car's outside.
No.
If we leave now we can still make it.
Michael, I'm serious, I can't go out there.
Everything is getting really scary and really crazy.
My anxiety attacks are getting worse and worse.
Yeah, but you're taking meds for that.
It's not working.
Well, then what are you going to do, stay inside?
For how long?
Until I feel better.
And here we are two years later, and she still 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 just assumed it was a fan.
They're needy and they tend to get angry if Rachel doesn't respond to them.
Okay.
Thank you.
Hey.
I called you as soon as I heard the walkie call tone.
There's been two more since.
Any idea where the signal is coming from?
Not exactly.
You know, it's just your typical two-way.
About a two-mile range on an FRS frequency, but the range isn't environment specific.
Okay, that in English please, Mac.
Um, a place like this, those two miles get cut way down because of wall density and frequency of interference, we're down to about 200 yards, which could mean upstairs, it could mean across the street, you know...
You're good.
Thanks.
I didn't sleep during every class at Quantico.
I did.
You ready?
I am, yeah.
Yeah, give it a shot.
Okay.
Hello?
Rachel, is that you?
No, this isn't Rachel.
My name is Samantha Spade.
Um, 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.
Um, through there.
Well, maybe you can help me find her.
Why don't you tell me your name and where you live?
I'm so sorry.
Until I got home, I had no idea Rachel was missing.
How is it that you know Rachel?
Oh, Eli was selling meringues around the neighborhood, and they just hit it off.
Eli told her that he was afraid of the dark, so she got him the two-way for when he got scared.
Didn't bother you that this woman was taking such an interest in your son?
Well, with her condition and all, I thought it was probably harmless.
I listened a bit at the beginning.
They'd 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.
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, you just can't see it.
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 want to go.
Where do we want to go?
I think we're going to 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...
didn't feel better.
Now, this guy in the orange sweatshirt, is there anything else you can tell us about him?
Okay.
Do 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.
Thank you.
I've got Rachel's credit card bills here.
Looks like the mystery flowers, she sent them herself.
Thank you so much.
Okay, that was Roosevelt Island, and they checked their call log.
The convict who called Rachel was a Arroyo Kilburn, aka Pookie Bear.
He was there five years for assault with a deadly weapon.
He got out?
Last week.
Pookie Bear.
Yeah, you want to make something of it?
What are we, in grade school?
Sorry.
I'm taking offense at everything.
It's my main issue presently.
And 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 a nice accommodation?
Your cynicism is making me uncomfortable.
Well, 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 four.
My wife was pissed.
I didn't have the emotional vocabulary to process my true feelings.
And a newspaper column fixed it?
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.
I bought blueberry, but they're not in season so they're probably frozen.
Mmm, no, thank you.
Gosh, I love pie of any kind.
So how's your son?
Ah, he's cute and smart...
nothing like his dad.
You're smart.
Right.
I ought to bring you on job interviews.
Mm, 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.
It's, um, it's actually 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.
Do you think you can get me one?
Well...
probably, but I'd rather not.
Please.
There's something that I have to do, and 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.
Did 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 going to attack you?
No.
I just hated them.
I hated the little gross seeds, I hated the pulpy pulpiness, I hated everything about them, and I was always terrified that they were going to end up in my food, so I would check everything- fruit salads, desserts...
It 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.
What...
what if you were?
Afraid of the whole world?
What do you think it would take to, uh, really drive you out of the house?
I don't know.
Agent Fitzgerald, you there?
Yeah, little buddy, I'm here, over.
I see him, behind you, in the green vest.
That's the man that took Rachel, I know it.
I got him, let's go.
FBI!
Whoa, whoa!
Keep your hands where we can see them.
Whoa, okay, Goldilocks, Wait, don't shoot, don't shoot!
Please.
He's clean.
What's your name, huh?
Wei Phan.
Way what?
Wei Phan!
Way Fun?
Wei Phan!
Okay, Wei Phun...
Wei Phan!
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.
She asked you to drag her out of her apartment?
Is that what you're trying to tell us?
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've got to be kidding me, lady.
I mean, out, in, see, it's easy.
Okay, wait, 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 got to do?
Whoa!
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.
No!
No!
Wait!
Wait!
No!
No!
No.
Come on, get in here!
Get me out of here!
Come on!
Okay, okay, okay.
Oh, my God, no!
No, wait, no!
No!
Wait!
No!
I have no insurance!
Get in here, push me out!
Come on!
Oh, okay, okay, okay!
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.
Wai Phan's story checks out.
A store owner across the street saw her get into a minivan cab 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.
Wait a minute, I know exactly who that is- Peter Hill.
He used to write her letters.
Check it out.
What did he want?
To apologize.
Hey, this is Taylor.
I need you to go pick somebody up.
He says he caused her agoraphobia.
He say how?
No, not in this letter.
But 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?
It's about you harassing Rachel Gibson for the past two years.
Rachel?
I wasn't harassing her.
Mr.
Hill, are you drunk?
It's after work, and this is my living room.
I- I was in my living room.
It's a free country.
I can have a drink if I...
Where is Rachel Gibson?
How should I know?
Well, you wrote saying you were responsible for her condition.
I know what I wrote.
You know what I think?
I think you've been going after her for so long she just got a gun and 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 principle suspect in a kidnapping case.
You've written her 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.
We broke into my uncle's bowling alley, like we'd done 100 times before.
Eventually, I'm going to be too big to climb through the window in that office.
Not going to happen.
You've got the metabolism of a ferret.
Sounds like a compliment, Stitch, and yet you've just compared me to a ferret.
I was going to go mongoose, but I thought they were a little mean.
Come on.
It's freezing in here.
I can't bowl like this.
What do you want me to tell Uncle Joe?
Keep the heat on for when we break in later?
Fine, but if my fingers fall off, I want a rematch.
The bar key is not here.
I don't need anything.
I can't bowl without beer.
You know there's a reason I beat you every time.
Yeah, it's because you're a really good bowler.
I'm going to run home.
Dad's got a twelver in the garage fridge.
I've got a test tomorrow, I don't want to be here all night.
I'll only 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, and I couldn't tell her we snuck into the alley.
So 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.
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 going to need this more than me.
Oh, coffee?
I never touch it.
Horny at the office?
Yeah, see, right here, last week. "
Dear Horny At the Office, "You're becoming more and more like my buddy Stitch, "desperately in love with a coworker, yet no idea how to approach the individual. "
So if Rachel is Stitch...
Then there's only one other person that 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, uh...
Cedar Grove?
I grew up in Cedar Grove.
Rachel took a cab there this morning.
Why would she go...
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.
Uh, no, I'm fine.
Um, 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 is 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...
I 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 angina.
Well, who cares what your mother says?
You should just go anyway.
No.
It was a stupid idea.
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?
It'll only ruin his day.
Well, then I'll send the gift.
No, Rachel, 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.
So Organized Crime has two addresses for Marcello.
This is the closest one to where Rachel was dropped.
Family olive oil business?
You've got to be kidding me.
Guy's got to make a buck.
At least he's not into waste management.
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 in your pocket, toots?
You got an unlicensed firearm in that jacket?
Well, let's all frisk each other and 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.
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?
Ah, 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.
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.
If you miss her so much, why don't you just 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?
Mm.
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.
Uh, not exactly sure what, but it does.
Did you notice Bianca trailing us in the blue SUV?
Yep.
Malone and Taylor, FBI.
Sergeant Haggard, Garwood Police.
She's in the number five lane.
What do you mean "in"?
Sort of lying there.
What, asleep, dead, or drunk?
Oh, none of the above.
We asked her if she was okay, and she told us to leave.
You're so predictable.
I knew you were going to do that.
It's an FBI thing.
Okay.
Hi.
How's everything going in there?
Fine, thank you.
I'm Agent Malone from the FBI.
You want to 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.
You know, for somebody who's been locked away in their apartment for two years, your life is a hell of a lot more interesting than mine.
You don't know the half of it.
Fill me in- I still got to do the paperwork.
I was waiting for Peter to come back, and I was bowling.
Darn it.
Help!
Peter!
Peter!
Help!
Eight hours I waited for Peter to come back here...
and I thought I was going to die.
You know what?
Enough already, all right?
You're trespassing- out.
Get out of there now!
What is wrong with you?
We don't have enough time to discuss that subject.
What is wrong with you?
I'm an agoraphobic.
You live 15 miles from here.
You've got to 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.
Well, I did have this dream once.
It'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.
Rachel?!
Rach!
You left your apartment.
I did.
For me?
Can I go home now?
No!
Let him through.
Dad?
Hey.
Are you Joe?
Open up the lanes.
We're morbid, Jack.
Why is that?
Well, 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 underneaththis black suit lies an eternal optimist.
Ah.
All I'm saying is it's a nice change.
At least nobody died.
When the moon hits your eye Like a big pizza pie That's amore When the world seems to shine Like you've had too much wine That's amore Ding-a-ling- a- ling Ding-a-ling-a-ling...
Get out of here.