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Good. Good.
Yeah, good.

That's it.

Good, good, good.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa.

A couple more, come on.

So my hands
can fall off?

Sorry. I get
carried away.

They're going to have
to carry me out of here.
You had enough?

No, actually, I think
I have enough...
Hey.

Who's the, uh,
the unlucky fella?
Excuse me?

Well, that look in your eyes.

It's gotta take
either an ex-husband

or a boyfriend
to get you that motivated.

Actually, we're teachers,

so, that's about
all the motivation she needs.

I don't
doubt that.
I'm Mitch.

I'm Laverne.

This is Shirley.

Well, call me Fonzie

and we can live out
our little fantasy together.

Yeah, keep dreaming.

I was talking to Laverne.

Uh, actually, Mitch,
we're just gonna try

to finish our workout
here, so...

Oh, please, don't let me
stop you.

But if you ever
want to do

a little tutoring
on the side,

you will find me
a very good student.

Claire!

What are you, nuts?

Oh, man...
I'm bleeding,

you crazy bitch!

You know, if you're lesbos,
just say so.

Oh, my God,
oh, my God.

That was...
Stupid.

Yeah, no kidding.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I don't know why...

I don't either.

Are you all right?

Let's just go
get a drink.

Let's get out of here.

No, you know what--
you go on ahead.

I think I have
a few more rounds left in me.

Even after that?

Especially after that.

Go on.

Go on.
Really, go on.

I'll see you tomorrow.
All right then.

I'll see you, Rocky.

Bright and early.

All right,
so what do we got?

Claire Hunter, 27,
teacher at Woodley Prep.

No-show at work,
no call, no answer,

no car in her parking space.

So, maybe she's
just playing hooky.

Well, school says
that's not her MO,

but the friend
who called it in

said she got into
an altercation last night

with a guy named Mitch
at the 1st Street Gym,

which is not far from here.

We don't know
if she ever got home.

She is organized.

Yeah, she's also a safety freak.

There's about ten locks
on that front door.

Oh, Sam.

We've got blood.

Fresh.

"1st Street Gym."

Perhaps she made it home
after all.

Yeah, but in
what condition?

God, why did I leave her
there alone?

I should have stayed.

Did, uh, Claire have problems

with any of the other students
or their parents

that you know of?
What kind of problems?

Well, the way she
went off on Mitch,

you ever see her do
anything like that before?

No, never. That's what
was so completely odd.

It was totally
unlike her.

Girls, can we have
five minutes, please?

Claire's always the cool head
in the room.

Especially with the kids.

She's a great teacher.

Seriously, no one goes above
and beyond the way Claire does.

But then he left
and told my mom

he wasn't coming back
any more.

I'm sorry, Bella.

I mean, why would he say that?

Because people say
and do things

they don't mean
all the time.

I hope so.

Hey. You're tougher
than you think, Bella.

It's not going
to be easy,

but I'm here for you, okay?

Trust me.

It'll all work out.

Okay. Thanks, Ms. Hunter.

Now give it to me.

What was that about?

A very nasty divorce
with two parents

who think they're doing a great
job of sparing her the drama.

Where do you find the energy?

I can barely
get homeworks graded

and you're out here
saving the world.

Oh, yeah, right.

No, what you just said
made me feel better

and I didn't even
know the problem.

Well, I figure it's
hard enough being a kid,

why not try and build
'em up a little

before life has a chance
to slap 'em down.

So she's got a bit
of a cynical side, huh?

Who doesn't?

But hers I can understand.

I mean, her parents died
when she was a kid,

she grew up
in foster care.

I think that's why
she's so good with the kids.

It's like they're her mission.

Right. Now, are there
any boyfriends

or ex
Well, there was Pete,

but they broke up
a couple weeks ago.

Do you know why?

Sounds like they had a fight.

But you don't know
what that was about?

No.

So what's Pete's last name?

I don't know,
but he's a fireman,

and he always wore T-shirts
and stuff

that said Ladder Company 60
on them.

Great.

Hey...

Just hang in there, okay?

We're going to find
your friend.

Thanks for your time.

Does my nose look broken?

JACK:
I didn't say broken.

I said bloody.

Witnesses said you
got popped pretty good.

Yeah, who said,
the other lesbian?

Well, the woman who hit you
is now missing

and there was
a bloody gym towel
found in her apartment.

Really?
Really.

So until we get
the blood results back,

we're going to need
someone to verify

where you were
last night.

Who? I-I live alone.

There's a shock.

Wait, um...

all right, look,
there was another guy.

Ah, another shock.

No, but there was.

Um, okay, I admit
I did see her afterward,

but not because
I was waiting or anything.

I'd showered at the gym
and was headed out to my car.

What happened?
Look at me.

MITCH:
She was across the street...

Looked like she was having some
kind of argument with this guy.

Then he got in her car,
and they drove off together.

Uh, he was taller than her.

I didn't get a good look.
It was dark.

Of course it was.

Okay, I admit,
it sounds a little...

Convenient.

I'm just telling you what I saw.

Well, you're going to see
a lot more of this room,

so make yourself
comfortable.

Looks like Mitch
is off the hook.

Blood on the towel
is AB-positive.

He is B-negative.

Yeah

According to the school's
last blood drive,

she is O-negative.

Unless she somehow
changed her blood type

when she changed her name.

What are you
talking about?

Well, her real name
is Claire Harvey.

A year and a half ago,

she had it legally changed
to Claire Hunter.

Do we know why?

I don't know.

Maybe she was running
from something.

Claire Harvey?

No. I knew her as Hunter.

We only dated
a couple of months.

She's a great girl,
you know.

I hope she's okay.

When was the last time
you saw her?

About, uh, two weeks ago.

So the night you broke up.

Yeah.

How do you know that?

Tell me about the fight you had.

Well, what fight?

It wasn't, uh, friendly,

by any means.

I'd had a few drinks.

But that whole night
was like a freak show.

I'd just gotten there

and this kid walks out
of the bathroom.

:
Oh, Ray,
this is, um...

Who the hell is this?

Just tutoring.
He came over after
basketball practice.

Yeah, I bet he did.

Give you a little slam dunk
in your bedroom?

Pete, please.
Please what?

What do you think
this looks like?

It's nothing.

Did I ask you?

Go... go home, Ray,

PETE:
Yeah, go home, Ray.
That's a good idea.

I'll see you
tomorrow.

CLAIRE:
All right.

We'll just finish
working on that stuff

tomorrow afternoon,
okay?

Thanks.

What he hell is wrong with you?

Wrong with me?
Yeah.

What am I,
in the Twilight Zone here?

The kid's half naked,

he's got scratches
all over him...

It's nothing, Pete.

He's a student
I'm trying to help.

Yeah, help how,
with his zipper?

I think you should leave.

What?
You're drunk
and you're angry

and I don't fight
with angry drunks.

You want me to leave?
Get out.

This looks bad, Claire.

This looks real bad.

Did you get the boy's name,
by any chance?

I don't know.

Roy or Chuck or something.

And you don't think
she was just tutoring him?

Would you?

Okay, I've got
36 male students
enrolled in her classes.

All present
and accounted for?

Hang on.

No...

You know, I hope this doesn't
turn into another Letourneau.

Ooh. It happens.

I remember my son had a crush
on his eight-grade teacher.

Well, a crush is one thing.

Yeah, that's
what I thought

until I went to the school
and she had a blouse on

that I wouldn't wear
for lingerie.

Seriously?

Oh, yeah.
What did you do
about it?

I told her
to put some clothes on.

Good for you.

Okay, we've got three boys
absent from Woodley today.

And...

two of them were excused.

And the one that wasn't?

Seaver. Raymond Seaver.

Wait a minute.

I've seen that name here
a few times.

Oh, right. Here it is.

Ray Seaver.

Now Claire has him assigned
the last three weeks

for after-school
private tutoring.

How often?

Every day.

So you weren't aware that your
son wasn't in school today?

I barely look up from
my desk till closing.

I'm a broker, and my wife's
head of cardiology at...

That's no excuse, Dennis.
We should have checked messages.

We're up and out

so early, Ray gets himself
off to school every morning.

So the last time
you saw him was when?

Last night, um... bedtime?

Does he ever talk about his
Algebra teacher, Claire Hunter?

Miss Hunter

Well, we think that
they may be having

an inappropriate relationship.

What?

You mean... sexual?

Unless you can
think of a legit reason

they would be spending time
outside of school together.

No.

Dennis, uh,
the workshop.

We were, um, called
into a parent-teacher

conference
a few weeks ago.

Ray's grasp of complex equations

is certainly advanced,
almost at a college level.

Really?

That surprises you?

Well, sort of.

I mean, his grades are
always fairly good, but...

We sometimes worry that
Ray is underachieving.

Not when it comes
to Algebra,

which is why I wanted to ask you
both about his day after school.

What about it?

Ray tells me you both work late?

Well, most nights,
yeah.

Why?

Well, I volunteer
a workshop after school.

Advance college prep--
ray's a perfect candidate.

How many kids?

It's a small group.
Great kids.

All gifted like Ray.

There is no small group.
There's no workshop.

She has him scheduled
for private tutoring,

but the school
has no record of it.

We think she's taking him home.

Oh, my God.

Then you're saying
she's molesting our son?

We believe it's possible.

Sam, we got a hit
off the Amber Alert.

Where?

They were at a gas station
off the Freehold exit

on the Jersey Turnpike
at 11:30 last night.

Headed south for a little
romantic getaway...

There's nothing
romantic about it.

Hello. I'm kidding.

Hey, uh, when did Claire change
her name from Harvey to Hunter?

A year and a half ago.

That's when she left
her previous teaching job.

So you think she was
having sex with a student?

Unfortunately, it's starting
to look that way, yes.

Not the Claire Harvey I knew.

Why don't you tell me about
the Claire Harvey you knew.

She was incredibly sweet,
and so dedicated.

Really knew how to make
learning fun for the kids.

All right,
if she was so dedicated,

why'd she leave mid

Nothing to do
with any impropriety,

I can tell you that.

But I do think she had
some personal problems.

What are you doing here?

Hey, you look terrific.
It's great to see you.

You shouldn't be here.

Seriously, you lost
a lot of weight.
You look great.

Is there a problem?

No, Mrs. Evans. He's leaving.

Hey, wait a minute.

Get off of me.

MAN:
What'd you
expect me to do?

I had to come down here.

You wouldn't
even answer my calls.

You won't take a hint.

I thought I made it clear--

I don't ever
want to see you again.

Sir, do I have
to call security?

No, no, I'm, uh...
I'm going.

For now.

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine. Thank you.

All right, now how long after
this happened did she quit?

A week. Or two.

She left a note
with no forwarding address,

and when I tried to call her,
her phone was disconnected.

Mrs. Evans, why didn't
you call the authorities?

Now I wish I had, but...

You had to have known Claire.

She wasn't
the type to worry about.

Like the way she
handled that guy.

Nobody ever pushed her around.

Thank you.

You ready for this?
What?

Claire's father.

I thought her parents were dead.

No, Claire Hunter's
parents are dead.

This is Charles Harvey,

paroled 2004.

Okay, former sergeant

with the NYPD,
court record says

he was cleaning his service
revolver-- oh, get this--

when it went off accidentally
and killed his wife.

And the jury bought that?

I bet his fellow cops

responding to the scene
didn't hurt his case.

Well, they didn't help
too much.

Because alcohol was a factor,

he still got 20 years
for manslaughter,

of which he served 15.

So Claire changed her name
to get away from daddy.

Where is he now?

Um...

parole board has
his current address...

in Toms River, New Jersey.

Do you have
the surveillance photo

that shows Claire and Ray
pumping gas?

Yeah, I got it right here.
Freehold, New Jersey.

Freehold?
Yeah.

Let's see... okay.

That's three exits north
of Toms River.

So, what, you think she was
taking this kid to her father's?

Hope not.

CHARLES:
FBI?

What the hell do you want?

It's about your
daughter Claire.

Who?

Oh, come on, Mr. Harvey.

We know all about you.

You guys make me sick.

Treat us like we work for you.

Yeah, well,
you're not a cop anymore.

Have you seen
your daughter recently?

Recently?

Okay, Charlie, we'll go
with your question.

Yeah, last night.

Was she alone?

No, she had some kid with her.

I hardly noticed him, though.
I was so shocked to see her.

I'll bet, after 18 months.

And almost 15 years before that.

What did she want?

Nothing, just to say hello.

Maybe your parole officer
could jog your memory.

All right, she had a few things
she wanted to get off her chest.

Where the hell
you been?

You been hiding
yourself?

I can't believe

you kept the place.
You want
to come in?

I got some beers.
I got soda...
This isn't
a social call, Dad.

Then what is it?

Who's the kid?

He's a student
of mine.

I need you
to do something for me, Dad.

Like what?

I want you to tell him
what your anger cost you.

Oh, come on, that thing that
happened with your mother

cost me 15 years
of my life...

What happened
is you took her life.

You know
I didn't mean it...

This boy has
a situation

at home, Dad,
an abusive situation.

He won't let me tell the police.

He won't let you?
He trusts me.

Okay, I can't mess
with that.
Oh, come on,
Claire...

You have any idea
how long it took me

to trust people
after what you did?

Oh, now it's all
back on me, huh?

I need you to do this for me.

Please.

Help me show him
what's at stake.

I want him to see
and hear firsthand

what doing
nothing about his father

could lead to.

Well, you came
to the wrong place.

Yeah, what was I thinking?

That a pathetic, drunken
murderer like you

could ever help anybody.

Wait...

Claire,
I'm sorry.

Yeah. You sure are.

But it's okay.

I know you can't help it.

And she was right, too.

I can't help it, I never could.

Seems she saw
her mother's death

differently from
how you saw it.

Ah, she was just a kid then.

I mean, her mother
and me, we fought

like married couples do.

And, uh, Lydia
was no walk in the park.

Claire would not look
the way she does

if she was still around.

I dare say, you won't be
the man you are today

if she was still around.

We done here?

You bet, Charlie.

You have a nice day.

I wish I could have
cancelled my entire day.

I can't tell you how
difficult it's been to focus.

We can only imagine.

I don't really understand
why you're here

if you don't have my son.

Well, we have to ask a few
questions about your husband.

Okay.

Has your, uh,
has your husband

ever been abusive
to you or your son?

No. Never.

Look, if this woman
is seducing my son,

why are you asking me
about Dennis?

Okay, Ray's blood type--
is it AB

Yes. How do you know that?

Because it's on a towel we found
in Claire Hunter's closet.

Someone made your son bleed

the night they disappeared.

If it wasn't Claire,
and you know who it was,

now would be a good time
to tell us.

It was nothing.

Just a one-time thing.

Was it your husband?

It was an accident.

Ray had confronted him

the day after I spoke
to Miss Hunter.

You spoke to her?

When?

Day before yesterday.

She came to the hospital.

We had almost this exact
same conversation.

The more I see of your son,
Doctor,

the more I'm convinced of it.

And I'm telling you,

my husband would never
lay a hand on him.

Ray denies it, too,
but I know the signs.

He comes to school most mornings
shaking like a leaf.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Look, Dennis may have
to discipline Ray sometimes,

but never like that.

What about you?

Has he disciplined you

the same way?

Excuse me.
That's a little too personal.

I'm only doing it for Ray.

Well, thank you for that,
but I'll take it from here.

And believe me,
if there's anything going on,

which I'm sure it's not,
I'll take care of it.

You better, before I do.

I could see
that she was serious,

but I... I never dreamed
that she would take Ray.

You still haven't told us
how Ray got hit.

Really, it was nothing.

With all due respect, Doctor,

when a kid gets hit,
it's something.

And it was enough
to make him run off

to find Claire that night.

It was that
same night.

Dennis was, uh...

We were fighting
about something.

What the teacher
had said.

And Ray...

had tried to stick up for me.

And Dennis...

It was just a bloody nose.

Where's Dennis now?

I thought he was at home,
but last I called,

he was out looking
for Ray and the teacher.

This whole thing has really
gotten him in an awful state.

No, look,
just stay where you are.

We will come to...

Hello? Hello!

Damn it!

Who was that?

Dennis Seaver,
Ray's dad.

Oh, you reached him?

No, he reached us.

What did he say?

That Ray called his cell phone

five minutes ago
from a motel in Hoboken.

He wants Dennis
to meet him there.

Sounds like Claire's getting
ready for a confrontation.

Yeah, well,

with Ray in the middle,
that would not be good. Martin?

FBI!

Ray, put your hands
where I can see 'em.

Where's Claire?

Who are you?

I'm Vivian, and this

is Martin. We're
with the FBI.

MARTIN:
What about
your dad?

Is he somewhere with Claire?

No.
Now you know

you've got
to tell us the truth, Ray.

I am. My dad's not here.

Okay.

This is all my fault.

What do you mean?

I just didn't know
how to tell her.

I mean, not until today.

Hey.

How long have I been asleep?

Most of the day.
You hungry?

I, uh, I got you a sandwich.

Not really.

Did my father scare you
last night?

I never should have
taken you there.

I only thought
it would help you see

how important it is
that we deal with this.

I still don't want to.

I know.

It's why I've been thinking.

I have to go to the police

whether you want to or not.

What?

No, Claire.
I told you, we can't.

And we can't do nothing, Ray.

I can't let him hurt you
anymore.

But it's not that bad really.

You have to stop saying that.

What happened with your mother?

What?

You never told me
how she died.

Just she got shot.

Your dad said he didn't mean it.

My father's a liar.

Well, I know
you say that, but...

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, too bad.

Ray, I don't want to talk...

No, Claire.

You want me to take on my dad,

and you can't even talk
about yours? Tell me!

We were in the yard.

My mom and I had made cupcakes,

and my dad was...

Well, he was
in his usual place.

Drunk.

Screaming at a ballgame
and angry.

He was always so angry.

He'd been passed over
for a promotion a bunch

of times, and it was always
someone else's fault.

Mainly my mother's.

I mean, the things
he would say.

Him calling her fat and stupid.

Just to make himself
feel better.

But she just took it, too.

For a long time.

That is,
until he started in on me.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

For the first time,

I saw my mother stand up
to him.

For the first and last time.

"It's okay, baby."

Those were the last words
she said to me.

Hey.

Hey, that's not gonna happen
to you, Ray.

Your dad's gonna get help.

That's not my dad. He's not
like that, nothing like that.

You've-you've been saying that
for days, and we just...

Because it's not him.

It's my mom.

She's the one that beats me.

She's the one that
screams and punches
and throws stuff,

and my dad
just takes it.

Your mother?

I've been too
embarrassed to
tell you the truth.

Because it's not him, it's her.

It's my mom.

She's the one that hits me.

I'm sorry, Claire.

Please don't
be mad, okay?

And did Claire get mad?

No, not at me.

Then what happened?

She sort of paced
around the room a while,

kind of quiet.

She was worried about

leaving me alone.

And then she told me
to call my dad.

That was about
an hour ago.

So, he hasn't been here,
he's still on his way?

I'm... here.

Dad.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, Ray.

It's okay.

It got bad
in the last year or so

when Pam took over
her department.

She's a good woman.

I mean, the work she does,
the lives she saves.

You ever hear
of the God complex?

What about it?

Well, it's like this.

Your wife's in control
in the O.R.,

but when things don't go her way
at home, then...

You have to understand

that Pam's father pushed her
and her brothers

much harder
than she's ever pushed Ray.

Are you saying
she was abused, as well?

They all were.

And she wasn't the smartest
in her family.

Uh...

It's the only way that she knows
how to deal with things.

And with the stress
and the pressures at work,

and my job keeping me
out of the house,

and Ray...

He's a great kid.

He's just not that driven.

He's 14, Mr. Seaver, 14.

Give the kid
a break.

And I think it's time
you stopped

making excuses for your wife.

Doctor's downstairs
in Interrogation.

She doesn't know
we found Ray.

Let's go talk to her.

Sam and Danny found her
at the hospital.

Parking attendant said
he heard a skirmish.

Was it with Claire?

Oh, she's denying everything.

So far.

Mm-hmm.

Look, do you mind
if I talk to her alone?

You want to, or your need to?

A little bit of both.

You okay?

Not especially.

You gonna be okay in there?

I promise I won't hurt her.

Hey, knock yourself out.

What's going on here?

Thanks for coming down, Pamela.

Your agents dragged me down here

without so much as
a word about my son.

Your son's here.

Oh, my God, you've found him?

Yeah. He's upstairs
with his father.

Well... can I see him?

What, are you not concerned

that your son's been left alone
with your abusive husband?

Well, like I told your agents,
it was one time.

Besides, it's a private
family matter.

Huh.

You know, I can't stop thinking
about that riddle.

What?

You know, the one, um...

Father and son are
in a car accident.

The father's killed, the son
gets taken to the hospital.

The doctor takes
one look at him and says,

"I can't treat him,
it's my son."

Because the doctor's the mother.

That's right.
Of course you know it.

But a lot of people get stuck.

Just like Claire.

When she realized that
Ray was being abused,

she automatically assumed
it was his father.

Which was fine by you,
apparently.

I want to see Ray. Now.

You know...

my childhood was no picnic,

but I never used it
as an excuse to beat my son.

I want to see my son!

Don't scream at me, Pamela.

I don't like it.

Now, Ray and his father
both tell the same story.

Ray stood up to you,
and you punched him

in the face--

like you have
on many occasions.

That is a lie!

But how did this
become about me?

That teacher
kidnapped my son,

and you're not even
looking for her!

You think I like the fact
she took your son?

She needs help.

But then, so do you.

Now...

I know that
she was at the hospital,

so what did she say,
and where did she go?

Like I told your agents,
I don't...

Don't tell me you don't know!

Now what did she say,
and where did she go?

I was leaving the office
and she was there.

Waiting for me.

CLAIRE:
It was you.

What did you do
with my son?

What did you do
with him?

Where is he?
I came to you!
I trusted you

to take care of Ray,
and you took care of him,
all right, didn't you?

I don't know what
you're talking about...

Let go of me!

Please don't hit me!
Please don't hit me!

I...

And that was it, she left.

Your agents arrived
a few minutes later.

No idea where she was headed?

No.

Now can I see my son?

I'm afraid he'd prefer
not to see you.

Got a call from the
Jersey State Police.

Shots fired at Tom's River.

Claire's father?

It's his house.

Okay.

Claire?

Are you all right?

I guess.

I'm Special Agent Johnson
with the FBI.

Did Ray's dad show up
at the motel?

Yeah. They're together.

What about Ray's mom?

She's at our office.

Good.

Good.

I'm sorry I hit her.

It's a problem of mine.

I know.

Now is that why your dad's in
there, because of your problem?

No.

No, no...

It's because of his.

Hey, Dad.

Claire, I...

Oh, jeez, Baby,
you should have called.

No, Dad, don't,
just-just leave it.

Leave it.

You're not staying.

I just...

I asked you to do one thing
for me last night, Dad.

But you just...

you really can't, can you?

Yeah, I-I can...

Just not that.

I just can't
talk about her, Babe.

Because you know what you did.

It's like you said...

I just can't help it.

I can't either.

It's the part of you
that's in me.

Only I'm not going
to let it ruin my life.

Good.

Don't.

Okay.

You take care then.

Claire?

I just thought I...
I hoped that if...

After I'd done my time...

that all might be forgiven.

Even with you.

I mean, that's why
I kept this house...

after all these years.

For when you came back.

I know.

Okay.

It's okay.

All those years
he was in prison,

just knowing he was alive...

gave me someone
to blame for my life.

Yeah, but because of
what he did to you,

you chose to help
kids like Ray.

And did I?

Did I help Ray?

Yeah, you did.

Maybe not how
I would have done it,

but you did.

How can I miss someone that
I've wanted dead for so long?