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Did you find anything?

Mr. Snyder, we're going to need you to stay inside.

Who's that?

Just stay in your house, sir. Is that blood on him? Mr. Snyder, if you stand

over there, I'll answer any question you have.

Get Wiley into a unit and get him out of here.

Is that blood on him?

The lab's going to check it out right now.

Perilous, we found something.

We got a DB.

What's a DB?

Oh, God.

Would you just wait? That's a dead body, isn't it?

You found a dead body? You found Rebecca?

Calm down, please, sir. You kill her!

Lillian, martyr!

Oh, oh, oh! All right, sir! Calm down!

Don't do it, sir!

Don't do it! Get him up! Don't make your troubles any worse than they are, now,

sir. All right, come on. I want you to go back into your house.

Stay there.

His wife died a year and a half ago.

He's been raising the girl by himself.

Is that him?

So what happened this morning?

Well, he said he went to get groceries.

Left his daughter, 16 -year -old Rebecca, by the pool. She was reading a

Came back, found this.

Is there any reason to doubt his story?

I called the Vons down the hill. He's a regular.

They know him.

He was there. Did you guys get what she was wearing?

Yeah, sweats, pink, and running shoes. Flew on white.

There's a trail runner she'd like to run. She was on the cross -country team.

Let's not use the past tense yet, okay, Ray? At least not in front of her

father. What about K -9?

They got anything?

Yeah, we were just about to leave when you guys got here.

There's a blood trail out the gate. Leads up into the hills.

So you think it dragged her up into the hills?

Well, maybe it wasn't a somebody.

What are you saying, Ray? You're saying an animal dragged her up into the hills?

I know it sounds crazy, but...

Jones,

can you tell these guys what you pulled off?

I'm just trying to stay open to the possibilities, Detective.

Whoever or whatever took her out of here dragged her, and there are enough shoe

prints. I see that.

Well, a coyote couldn't take down a 16 -year -old girl.

A coyote, no.

But there are several known mountain lions living in these hills right now.

One of them would be more than capable of doing the job.

All right. Well, happy hunting.

Just because they open a Starbucks every 10 feet doesn't change the fact this

isn't our turf. The more pressure these animals are under, the more

unpredictable their behavior.

What?

Nothing.

Whoa. What is it?

You see that loose dirt, that claw mark?

A coyote or cougar?

Coyote.

I thought you said it could only be a cougar.

It's where Carl wants to go.

Okay, boy.

Here we go. What is it?

Coyote den.

Never seen one this big.

Hello? Anybody home?

Clear.

Oh, no.

What?

Hey! What do you got?

Some guy's watching us.

due to the subject of fire trail heading east of the highway.

Hey, you guys, uh, you see anyone coming down? A guy running?

Yeah, he was really bugging. Yeah, give me your bike.

Come on, come on, let's go.

Let's go!

I'll get it back to you, don't worry.

Not move!

Ray, I think we got our coyote.

A second canine unit has been dispatched. ETA 10 minutes.

Had a little trouble getting Wiley there up the road and into the truck. He kept

trying to bite us.

Wiley? Is it Wiley Coyote?

Well, we do what we can.

Where's Tom?

He stayed up the hill with the canines, looking for the body. It's not a body

yet, Ray.

I don't know about that, Joel. This guy said some things, mostly barks and

grunts. It was all mixed up.

Yeah, word salad. That's what they call it when a psych patient talks like that.

Well, this particular salad came with a creamy Italian nut job dressing. But he

did say a few things that stood out. The body, he had to kill it.

He had to do it. He said that a few times.

All right. Let me go check it out.

He don't smell good.

Anything yet?

Nope. So far, just a lot of garbage.

What are people thinking when they dump all this trash up here?

They're not.

What have you got?

Talked to some of the neighbors.

They've seen Coyote Boy around.

But that guy says he's harmless, maybe even helpful.

Helpful? Yeah.

Says he scared a burglar off from his house one night.

Yeah, well, maybe he was the burglar.

He doesn't think so.

Of course, not everybody had something positive to say. The next -door

Mrs.

Black, she says he throws stones at her son when he comes to visit her

sometimes.

Does she know who he is?

No, but she's, you know, kind of... Did you find anything?

Mr. Snyder, we're going to need you to stay inside.

Who's that?

Just stay in your house, sir. Is that blood on him?

If you stand over there, sir, I'll answer any question you have.

Get Wiley into a unit and get him out of here.

Is that blood on him?

The lab is going to check it out right now.

Here, look, we found something. We got a DB.

What's a DB?

Oh, God.

Would you just wait? That's a dead body, isn't it?

You found a body? You found Rebecca?

Calm down, please, sir. You killed her!

Get him inside!

Don't make your troubles any worse than they are.

I want you to go back into your house.

Just get him in the unit. Get him in the unit right now.

So he was living like a coyote.

His den was exactly like a coyote den.

Fearless, we found something.

Yeah, we got a DB.

Cardinal, why don't you let Forensics do that?

I think her father needs to know now, Fearless.

You had a kid you'd want to know, too.

It's not Rebecca.

What?

Well, neither one matches Eric here, either.

Wait, I don't understand.

Well, all the blood that we found on the pool, on Eric, and on your daughter's

shoes, they all belong to the John Doe that we found buried into some other

person. What other person?

We don't know.

See, the one thing that Eric kept saying over and over and over is two, two,

two.

So we think there were two men, John Doe and someone else. Well, then where does

he come in?

Well, the John Doe was killed by a bite to the throat, and according to the ME,

it was a human bite.

We don't think that Eric had anything to do with your daughter's abduction, sir.

We think that he may have been watching and may have tried to prevent it.

We think that he may have killed one of the men and wounded the other one.

You're serious?

Well, it's the only scenario that makes sense.

Then where's Rebecca?

I think she's still with the other person.

Listen to me.

A 16 -year -old girl has been abducted, and if she's still alive, and from the

evidence, that's a very big if.

Our only hope of finding her is from that guy in that room, so are you going

help us or not?

If I wasn't going to help you, I'd insist he be put in a psych ward instead

being chained to a table. Then let us do what we need to do. You want to

medicate him. The police want to talk to him. He may need something to calm him

down. You want to medicate him, and he hasn't consented. Oh, and how am I

supposed to know that, Michael? Does he bark once for yes and twice for no? I

know I'm doing a lot, David, but don't you have to demonstrate that he's a

danger to himself and others?

These pictures were taken at the crime scene where Rebecca was abducted.

See the dark stuff there?

Yeah. That would be blood.

Do you think that qualifies as dangerous?

We are talking about a 16 -year -old girl.

16, whose father is sitting in limbo!

It's fine, it's fine.

What kind of drugs are you going to give him? Whatever it takes. At what dose?

I'm not a doctor. I am.

Really? Yeah. I thought you were pretending to be a lawyer.

Yeah, I'm not, too. No, no, he's a breathman, he's a candyman, he's two men

one. What is he?

He's a freak. Is he schizophrenic?

Is he bipolar and a mania?

Is this a one -time psychotic break?

Why don't you tell me, doctor?

I can't. That's the point. And even if I could, psychotropic drugs take days to

work. We need that animal sedated. And we need information from him now. If you

sedate him, the information that you want could very well vanish from his

as soon as the drugs hit his bloodstream.

Just like when you wake up and you try to remember a dream and it just...

Evaporates. So what do we do?

You talk to him.

As he is. We've been talking to him.

As he is. All we get is a bunch of word salad.

I bet the answer's here.

Somewhere.

You just need somebody to help you crack the code.

Michael, are you that guy to crack the code? No, David.

Someone who knows him. You said that somebody recognized him, somebody

identified him. Who was that?

Get the father.

Can you get a picture of him closer? I'm not sure if we'll use it.

I'm getting it.

Get his face.

Get his face.

I got it.

Yeah?

You killed him!

You killed my baby!

Get that.

I think I've got some good one.

Don't make any trouble.

Let's cry.

Let's cry.

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

Hold up, ma 'am.

Sorry, can I just talk to Fearless?

All right.

Andrew, you're not supposed to stay behind the line.

I think I know him, Fearless. He lived in that house when we were in high

together. Can I see him?

Hold up a sec.

Oh, my God.

His name is Eric.

Eric Sorensen.

So when did you last see him?

Well, today.

Christmas, my junior year of college.

I came to Los Angeles to visit my mother.

His parents died that summer.

I went by his house and rang the bell.

There was no answer.

I was walking away when he called me from a window.

He didn't invite me in and we didn't talk long.

I could tell there was something wrong. I just assumed it was his parents dying.

But now, in hindsight, I... I guess I knew he wasn't right.

You've seen him once in the last ten years?

That's the kind of friend a mentally ill person needs.

Miss Little, may I introduce you to Michael Hirsch, M .D., M .L .D., B .F

Dr. Hirsch was a psychiatrist who became so incensed at the poor treatment of

the mentally ill that he became a lawyer himself just to fight the good fight.

I'd like you to work alongside with him. Hopefully you'll find some information

on your friend.

It'll be of some assistance to these detectives.

Of course.

Thank you very much. I'll be back in my office. I'll check in with you later.

Could I get some coffee? Down the hall. Turn left.

Left.

Thanks. Come with me, please.

Sure.

Have you ever had any close contact with a full -blown psychotic?

No. Do you drink?

No. Are you an alcoholic?

No. Why do you ask?

Because the only people who answer no to do you drink that quickly are either

active boozers or sober drunks.

One way or another, they're alcoholic.

Right. Well, I'm neither. I'm sorry. What does this have to do with me

to Eric?

Because talking to your friend Eric is going to be difficult for you. It's

to put your mind through the spin cycle.

Having a drink at the end of the day wouldn't be a bad idea. Can I see him?

I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out.

Putting a civilian in a room with a deeply psychotic patient is generally

great idea. He's changed to a payroll. I think I'll be fine.

It's not really you I'm worried about.

He may seem to have gone as far as one can go, but his mind is actually in a

very fragile state right now. He could sink a lot further.

I need to know how you're going to handle yourself.

Oh, okay. Do you want to give me a test?

No. I just have one question for you.

How long have you and McNorris been sleeping together?

You're crazier than Eric. No, Miss Little, I'm not. I read faces.

I'm good at it. It's a talent I have.

I normally wouldn't have said anything, but we don't have a lot of time, and I

don't want his obvious dislike of me to infect you.

So how long?

You know, I think I'm perfectly capable of disliking you all on my own.

Very good. You pass.

What?

I just want to see how well you do under stress.

That was a test?

Yes. I'm horrible at reading faces.

Unless, of course, you are sleeping with McNors.

You're not, are you?

No.

I'm sorry. I thought you said there wasn't a test.

I lied.

That was also part of the test. If you could tell, you didn't do so great on

that score.

But it doesn't matter.

Somehow, I don't think Eric's going to lie.

I'll let the police know they can let you in.

It's good.

By the way, don't get too close. He bites.

Eric, it's Andrea Little.

We knew each other in high school.

Do you remember me?

We used to go for walks up in the hills, you and me and your dog Nemo.

I wanted to talk to you about the girl who was abducted.

We need to know what you saw.

Just a couple of words, Eric, or a drawing or anything.

Can you help us, Eric?

Anything?

What? What?

What do you mean?

What's the matter?

A 16 -year -old girl was abducted. We think you tried to save her.

What do you mean?

We think you tried to stop whoever it was who did it.

What's the matter?

Sorry.

What do you mean, what's the matter?

Can you tell us about the person who abducted Rebecca?

What do you mean? What's the matter?

What do you mean? What's the matter?

What do you mean?

What's the matter?

That was disturbing and pointless.

Pointless? If my being here was to have someone he knew... Could have been a

talking hat rack as far as he was concerned. I don't know. Because what he

to you, he's never said before.

What do you mean? What's the matter?

They're new.

Do they have any significance to you?

Maybe.

She's going through some old boxes.

She said she wanted to find her high school yearbooks.

No.

I don't know why. She was very secretive about it.

I don't care. I'll take her any way I can get her.

No, I don't think so.

But given the little she tells me, she could be married for all I know.

No, Sally, she's not gay.

Yes, I am. I'm here. I'm queer.

Get used to it.

She said, I'm here. I'm queer. Get used to it.

I know. They think it's so amusing.

I'm sensing an end to the quest.

I'll call you tomorrow.

No luck?

Could they be anywhere else? I have to find them.

Well, let's see. I suppose it's possible your father could have them.

It wouldn't hurt you to see him.

Yes, it would.

How is he?

He's getting a little agitated.

He's been on coffee I've ruined for my veins. I'm a little agitated myself.

We'll be looking for him.

My high school yearbooks. I thought maybe he wrote something in mine. Maybe

those words.

I looked in my mother's garage, but they're not there.

Could they be someplace else?

Yeah, there's one other place. I'll check it tomorrow.

Why not check it right now?

It's a little late in the day.

The police can open it up. No, it's my father.

Oh.

Of course.

Late in the day.

You're not the alcoholic. Your father is.

You're the adult child.

Look.

Listen to me. What the hell are you doing? Come here. Let go of me. This is

police station.

So, what, you think they're going to come running? They don't much like you

around here, Miss Little. Now listen, are you going to go see your father?

Look, don't think I don't understand, because I do. I just don't care.

On the one hand, I've got a 32 -year -old, utterly stunning woman, whose

alcoholic father may have scared, embarrassed, or angered her when she was

child. On the other hand...

I have a patient who thinks he's a coyote who may be the only hope for the

return of an abducted 16 -year -old girl.

Which one am I going to care about right now?

Oh, gee.

Tough one.

Look, I'm just trying... What?

Wait.

Was it something I said?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, it was.

What?

There it is.

What? It's Pygmalion.

Pygmalion? A play by George Bernard Shaw.

My Fair Lady was based on it. I know what Pygmalion is. Why are we looking at

it? My senior year in high school, I was in the play with Eric.

He was Freddy and I was Eliza.

This is a speech of Freddy's from Act 4.

Eliza, darling, what do you mean, what's the matter?

What do you mean, what's the matter?

Why that speech?

I tell you, but it might require a little compassion and empathy, and I

that could be a stretch.

Go ahead. I'm good at faking it.

Last performance.

My mother's seen it twice. My father's still MIA.

Probably guzzling vodka and doing a line off of Showgirls, but that's being the

80s and all.

At any rate, I'm used to it. I don't care.

And then towards the end of the show, during that scene, he makes his

Stumbling along the road to his seat, falling over people.

I saw him and I just, I froze.

Eric kept feeding me the cue.

What do you mean, what's the matter?

He never lost focus, never took his eyes off of me.

I, however, was a deer in the headlights.

So he walked across the stage, took my face in his hands, and he said it again.

Eliza, dear, what's the matter?

I answered him, and the show went on.

I like my client.

Now, if we can only get him to stop marking the interrogation room with his

urine.

Oh, no.

Hey!

What, time for the station personnel's yearly physical?

The way he gets to turn their head and cough?

Court order.

Judge Francis Patron, authorizing the use of medication on Eric Sorensen. This

is not going to get you what you want.

We'll see.

Don't do it.

Miss Little, do you know the statistics on abductions? How the chance of

returning an abductee alive drops with every hour. Yes, I know the statistics.

Just give me five minutes with him. If I don't make headway, then you can dope

him.

Five minutes.

Andrea, stay close to the door.

I remember now.

It was one of the worst nights of my life.

And you saved me.

I went up on my line and... You kept feeding me the cue.

What do you mean, what's the matter?

Finally I answered you.

Never mind.

It doesn't matter now.

There's no one in the world now but you and me.

Is there?

Not at all.

Can you tell us about the men who took Rebecca?

Black.

Makes movies.

from the window of a girl hurt me

with stones.

He is a slingshot.

Do you know who he is?

Black.

Black.

I get it, bro.

If you finish her before I get my chance, I swear I'll kill you. Don't

I'll leave some fight in her.

You better.

When you want to do it.

The sooner the better.

Hickey, what was I gonna do?

Scream is I don't want anyone here

Eric

is there anything more that you can tell us?

I Miss Eric

you miss Eric Where is he?

How did you know mine from the play?

Heard him many times by the water.

By the water?

By the pool?

While Eric was practicing his lines?

Where is he?

Wait, are you... Where is Eric?

Are you Nemo?

Who's Nemo?

His dog.

His family dog.

Eric's been patrolling that home and that neighborhood like a family dog.

He's been describing things the way he thinks a dog would see them, not a

coyote.

down nice smell get the bird what did he just say uh black through the window

makes movies hurts him with stone something about a slingshot then three

in a row black black black he's been dropping these same clues from the

beginning what do they mean

I'm just going to go upstairs and sit.

I'll come back and we'll have some fun.

Little bitch.

Stupid bitch!

I don't have much time.

But, you know, we can still get a little bit of fun.

It's called a saw, though.

They use it for demoing houses, see?

It goes back and forth.

Back and forth, back and forth.

They say that it'll cut through anything.

Let's see.

Eric's been protecting that home, that neighborhood, like a family dog.

What did he just say?

Uh, black, girl through window, makes movies, hurt me with stone, something

about a slingshot, three blacks in a row, black, black, black.

He's been dropping the same clues all along.

What do they mean?

There was a neighbor kid, a couple of years younger than Eric.

Who used to shoot stones with his slingshot at all the cats and dogs in

neighborhood. What do movies and window have to do with that?

I don't know. Was this kid black?

I don't know. You'd have to talk to the neighbors and see if anyone remembers.

No, the neighbor kid, he's not black.

His name is black.

I talked to his mother yesterday, Mrs. Black.

So does he mean that the son makes movies of the neighbor girl through the

window?

Oh, my God.

There's one thing I don't understand. You wouldn't have forgotten something

that.

Your father interrupting the play.

So what did you forget?

I forgot about him helping me with the line.

I forgot about him helping me at all. How come?

We were pretty close back then, and it was a really rough time for me.

But he listened to all my woes about my boyfriend and my father.

And then... one day by the pool, he kissed me.

And I... And you weren't attracted to him?

You broke his heart.

Yes. You felt guilty about it, but you managed to sweep it under the rug of

memory.

Pretty much.

Nice job lifting up the carpet.

So, in high school, you like the jocks?

Not now.

Oh,

please, not the bad boys.

I knew girls like you in high school.

I hated girls like you.

Yeah, well, we always made fun of boys like you. Oh, you did? Yeah, yeah.

I can't believe I told you all this.

Yeah. Give me a dollar.

What? Just give me a dollar.

I don't have a dollar. It's supposed to be ATM.

I don't have a client.

Perfect. Okay, there. Now you are officially my patient.

You don't have to worry about me ever repeating what you just told me. You

I should be in therapy?

Absolutely. No question.

How much do you charge?

$300 an hour. Woo!

I can't imagine you're that good.

You know, I have to support this work I do, and yes, I am that good.

But sadly, you'll never know, because this was our one and only session.

What's that?

I'd rather ask you out for lunch sometime.

I mean, unless you're still only into men who are bad for you.

Who says you wouldn't be bad for me?

Call your office.

You have the tribute?

I'll give you a call.

Okay.

If you're not going to be my therapist, can I have my 20 bucks back?

I'm on the phone.

I'm just finishing up my piece on Rebecca Schneider. Do you have any

Yes. I'm very happy that she's still alive.

Is that it?

Eric saved her, you know.

He bit black in the crotch.

Rendered the unit inoperable.

Miranda Bobby would be very proud.

According to Rebecca, the late Jimmy Black tried to cauterize the wound with

hot knife.

You see, I didn't really need to hear all that.

Is that it?

Thank you.

No.

There's something I do that I'm not proud of.

When things get tough with someone, I cut and run.

I did it with Eric.

And I've done it with my father a hundred times.

I don't want to do it with you.

I'm not saying I want to get back together.

Well, that's a relief.

But I'm not going to abandon you.

I will always be your friend.

I've got plenty of friends. Thank you.

I didn't say I wanted you to be mine. I said I'm going to be yours.

That's my choice.

That's very heartwarming.

I'm worried about you.

Don't, okay?

I have experience in this.

I watched my father spiral down for years.

Years.

You think you've hit bottom?

My guess?

You just hit a ledge.

can sometimes be a lot further down.

I'm not your father.

Right on the pump.

Rebecca? Daddy?

Honey.

Are you okay? I'm okay, Daddy.

Come on, honey, I love you. I love you too, Daddy.

You sure you're okay? Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Dad! Who was at the door, honey?

Sorry to disturb you during dinner, Mr. Snyder.

Officer Heckler and Officer Turcotte.

Good evening, sir. Can I get you anything?

Would you like to stay for dinner?

Oh, no, we really can't, sir, but thank you, that's very kind. It's about Eric

Sorensen, sir.

The young man who saved Rebecca.

He's not in the hospital anymore.

By all accounts, he was doing very well. About three weeks ago, he slipped away.

No one's seen him since.

Presumably, he's off his medication.

You think he might come back here?

Oh, we don't know, sir. We'd appreciate it if you kept an eye out, gave us a

call, and see him.

Absolutely.

Any idea why he left the hospital?

Not really.

They say some people don't like the medications.

You sure I can't get you anything?

Rebecca made some wonderful homemade lemonade.

It's really from a package and way too sweet, but I like to humor her. Dad!

No, thanks, sir. No citrus on duty.

Feel free to stop by any time you're in the neighborhood.

You're always welcome in this home.

Thank you, sir.

Becky, see you at the door. That's all right, sir. We'll find our way out.

Good night.

Maybe we should wait.

They'll be long gone.

They done?

Yep. Late. Mm -hmm.

You think the young officer's cute, don't you?

Dad, please.