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Got it.

15-and-a-half.

You're 15-and-a-half. Okay.

Honey, you know what?

I am still at the supermarket and it's 5:30.

If I don't get off the phone

and get these groceries in the car,

Daddy's going to beat me home.

I promise. We'll talk about it tonight.

(horn beeps)

(groans, sighs)

(cars passing overhead)

(cell phone ringing)

(weakly): Hello?

Allison. Are you all right?

Where are you? Where have you been?

I'm okay, I think.

My head hurts.

My whole body hurts.

Is that Mom? Is she okay?

Where are you?

I don't know.

I'm in the middle of nowhere.

I hear a freeway over my head.

There's a street sign.

It says "181st Street."

Okay, you stay right there. I'm going to come and get you.

I just need to call the police and tell them that I found you.

You called the police?

Allison, you've been missing for six hours.

(keys jingle) What happened to you?

(cars passing overhead)

I have no idea.

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MAN: Okay, follow my finger.

Can you tell me the last thing you remember?

Uh, I don't know.

I was leaving the supermarket.

I was talking to my eldest daughter on the phone.

Well, let's start with the good news.

There's no evidence of a concussion.

No sign of sexual assault.

But she lost six hours of her life.

I mean, she can't remember anything before waking up

in the middle of 181st Street.

I understand, Mr. Dubois,

but I'm guessing something fairly traumatic

happened during the time that she can't account for.

And now the mind is doing what it can

to block out, or suppress,

those unpleasant memory.

That's what it's built to do.

So, what do we do now?

Whatever happened tonight,

it'll come back to you eventually.

There's nothing to deal with until it does.

(sighs): Do you think the police will find the car?

I don't know.

I don't care.

I found you.

Anything after that...

ARIEL: These are for you.

Pancakes? Mm-hmm.

I have a bump on my head.

You didn't have to make me pancakes.

Well, we missed you and we were scared for you.

And we just wanted to make you something special.

So you got Daddy to make me pancakes?

It was the least we could do.

So, uh, how does it feel?

The bump, I mean.

Not great, but nothing that a pancake can't cure.

Hey, what do you got there?

Remember what I was telling you about yesterday?

About turning 15-and-a-half?

What is it?

It's an application for my learner's permit.

I need you and Dad to sign it.

JOE: Wait a second.

There's got to be some kind of mistake.

Didn't I just take the training wheels off your bike?

Didn't you just learn to ride a two-wheeler?

Can't believe my baby's actually old enough

to get behind the wheel.

BRIDGETTE: Wait.

You mean, Ariel's gonna drive?

Like, a car?

(doorbell chimes)

Oh, here you sign this.

I'll get the door.

Ouch.

Good morning to you, too.

Would you like a cup of coffee? We talked to everybody

we could find at the supermarket; no witnesses.

Nobody saw anything.

And they would've had to see something, right?

It was still daylight.

Makes no sense. Notwithstanding

the fact that you can't remember anything

from the time you approached your car.

We're thinking that the attack must have happened

after you left that parking lot.

But why would anyone attack me?

It's not like I was carrying a lot of money.

It's not like I have a fancy car.

Crime of opportunity?

Some addict needed a couple bucks and a ride to his dealer.

You were at a traffic light.

I'm just guessing.

In any event, we've got an APB out on your car,

and your bank's checking your credit cards

to see if anybody used them last night.

Beyond that, until you remember something...

That's quite

a conking you took on your noggin.

If it were me, I'd stay home for a day or two.

Yeah, well, I don't have a car at the moment,

so I guess that's the plan, whether I like it or not.

Though I have plenty to keep me busy.

My wallet being stolen, I've got to get

a new driver's license, new credit cards...

Oh, Lee?

Hold on, I want to show you something.

It's not my handwriting.

I don't know where it came from, what it means.

"1927 Hennepin." It should be easy enough to check out.

Hey, girls, we're leaving in five minutes!

BRIDGETTE: Is Ariel driving?!

Don't ask.

(horn beeping)

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

Hello?

SCANLON (on phone): If I sent a squad car around for you,

would you be willing to meet me at the morgue?

SCANLON: Hit and run.

Happened sometime last night.

Ask me where.

Where?

That address you gave me, 1927 Hennepin.

Name's Diego Molina, undocumented alien.

That, uh, lumberyard down the street

said they used him as a day laborer from time to time.

You don't happen to remember yet

how that slip of paper came to be in your pocket, do you?

(sniffling)

No, I wish I did.

I'm completely baffled, Lee.

It was just... it was there when I came to on the sidewalk.

JOE: You're not going to believe this,

but I found myself getting very excited today

about the prospect of teaching our eldest how to drive.

That stings.

You'll get over it.

I'll tell you what, you can teach Bridgette

how to drive when she's old enough.

I'm not talking about that.

I'm talking about that goo

that you're pressing on my forehead.

You're pushing too hard, it stings.

Sorry.

And I'm afraid Band-Aid wise,

all we have in the house is SpongeBob.

Are you kidding? No, I know.

You'd like a Kim Possible Band-Aid,

but we're all out.

So you're okay with it?

With what?

If I take her driving first?

I guess so.

I don't even have a car at the moment.

It's just there's something about it.

You know, a father teaching his kid how to drive.

I let you have the birds and the bees

and all of that female hygiene stuff.

Oh, you let me have that?

You know what I mean.

No, no, no. If there's been something

you've been dying to tell her about,

I don't know, pads or flow or bloating...

Okay, you're playing dirty now.

No, I'm sure she'd love to hear from you,

given your vast experience.

Okay. I'm going to sleep now.

Maybe I could do a little studying up

and teach one of the young'uns Uh, yeah.

about how there's different peddles on the car,

and one makes one go, one makes one stop. Okay.

Good night now.

You know, a mom can always dream, right?

I can't hear you, sleeping.

Mm-mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

(tires screeching)

(erratic breathing)

Oh, my...

(gasping)

Why?

Why?

Oh!

Look at what I've done.

It's all my fault.

(gasps): Oh!

(water running) (sobbing): He knew me!

He looked up at me and he asked, "Why?"

Are you listening?

Hey! Hey, it's 2:00 in the morning.

Why are you splashing water on your face?

(water stops)

My wife just woke me up to tell me

that she thinks that she might've killed a man.

I guess I just wanted to be really sure that I was awake,

that I was really hearing right.

What is that?

I hate that!

The way you talk to me.

I just told you.

I think I killed someone.

And you're acting annoyed!

Like, "Why are you making all this trouble?

Why are you making my life so complicated?"

Hold on, I'm not annoyed, but I am skeptical.

And I guess I don't understand why you're not.

What is there to be skeptical about?

The doctor said that I...

I'd probably experienced a traumatic event.

Well, I can't imagine anything more traumatic

than mowing another human being over with my car.

All right, Allison,

but you can't be absolutely certain that you did it.

It's not like you saw yourself mow him down.

I don't need to see it!

Obviously, I'm being spared

from seeing it. Maybe.

"Maybe"? I don't know, Allison.

Why would you be chasing a man with your car?

I mean, doesn't that sound a little out of character for you?

I... I-I need to call Devalos.

I think there's a really good chance that I did this.

I think there's a really good chance that you did not.

Allison, for God's sake, you went through so much

the other night.

We all went through so much the other night.

Can't we please, just this once, take a breath?!

Okay, before you turn your whole life upside down?

Before you turn all of our lives upside down?

Okay, let's just wait

and see if the police find your car.

See if there's some witnesses

who might be able to shed some light on what happened?

Something other than two disconnected dreams?

(sighs)

Thank you.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey, sorry it took so long.

Traffic.

I asked the officer if he could, you know,

run the siren, but he ignored me.

I filled Manny in on what happened

the other night.

Your, uh, missing six hours and all.

Your bank finally called.

Turns out there was some credit card activity

on your account the night you were attacked.

Wait a second.

Somebody used my credit cards?

Do they know who?

Actually, they do.

DEVALOS: This is a security camera tape

from one of those big box home improvement stores,

Builder's Bonanza.

Look familiar?

Not really.

At 8:34, two days ago,

you, Allison Dubois,

went shopping at Builder's Bonanza.

You kidding?

What did I buy?

Apparently, you purchased

a 27-inch hand saw

and a 12-pack of ziplock bags.

I have absolutely no recollection of this.

That's the merchant's copy of the receipt you signed.

This is weird.

Doesn't even look like my handwriting.

Allison, obviously that's you on the tape.

Okay, I'm guessing that we're a lot more excited

about this than you are.

I mean, we don't have any footage

of you getting hit on the head,

but it's got to be a relief to know

that for at least part of that time,

you were just shopping.

Well, I suppose so.

SCANLON: And I know we haven't found your car just yet,

but, uh, the fact that at least up until just before 9:00

you were still using your credit card

leads me to think that when we do find your car,

we might even find your purse still safely inside it.

DEVALOS: Who knows?

Maybe you weren't attacked at all.

Maybe something fell on you, knocked you out.

Your car was parked safely around the corner,

and now it's sitting in a tow yard somewhere

because you ran out of time on the meter.

(sighs)

(horn honking)

JOE: Ariel.

Hey.

I got to pick up your sisters in about 25 minutes.

How about a driving lesson in the meantime?

Really?

Okay, now... whoa, whoa, whoa.

Before you take off the brake,

before you put it in gear,

let's have a little chat.

Okay, now, listen, sweetie, nobody likes

to be told what to do or how to do things,

all right, but when it comes to driving,

I've been doing this for 20 years, okay?

I know, Dad. All right,

so if I ask you to do something, you got to do it.

Don't think about it, don't talk about it, just do it.

This is almost 3,000 pounds of machinery

that we're sitting in here, so...

and like I said, I've been doing this for 20 years.

Okay, Dad. Okay, so if I tell you to slow down, slow down.

If I tell you to turn the wheel, turn the wheel.

If I tell you to hit the brake, you hit the brake.

Afterwards, when we're parked,

we can talk about anything you'd like,

but while we're on the road, I'm the boss, okay?

You're the boss, Dad.

Okay, all right, pumpkin.

Okay, so mirrors are adjusted.

Seat belts are on.

Mirrors adjusted, seat belts on.

Good, okay, so now

take off the emergency brake... Emergency brake.

Move the gearshift to "D." Gearshift into "D."

Put your left... Lift my foot off the brake.

Right. Gently apply it to the accelerator,

turn the wheel and enter the flow of traffic.

That's good, that's good.

You... Sorry.

No, no, no, that's good.

You know... you know just what to do.

DEVALOS: Let's play...

"Who's the Psychic?"

Pardon me?

Who's the psychic, you or me?

I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Well, wasn't I the one

who said that your car is just fine,

probably sitting in an impound lot somewhere?

What are you saying?

What are you trying to tell me?

City Impound just called

looking for you-- here's the address.

The "N" bus will take you right to it.

Oh, my God, this is wonderful news.

Didn't you say you thought that your purse was still in the car?

They're gonna want 160 bucks.

I don't, uh...

Pay me back tomorrow.

ALLISON: I don't get it.

JOE: What is there to get?

It was the most frustrating experience.

No, honey, I'm not talking about you

teaching Ariel to drive.

I'm talking about this.

I mean, look at it.

There is not a mark on it.

Look, there's not a ding or a dent.

There's not a dent or a ding

because it wasn't involved

in any kind of a collision with a human being

or with anything else for that matter.

And that's good news, by the way.

Yeah, it is... I guess the reason

that I never actually saw the accident

is the accident never happened.

That's the theory I'm embracing.

Just wish I knew where my purse was.

It was in that security video,

and I was hoping it would be in the car.

I would barely have time to think

of something to say to her,

and she would already be saying it to me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I know how much you

were looking forward to teaching her.

That doesn't sound like fun.

It wasn't.

It was no fun at all, not for me.

Well, how did she do?

She did fine.

She's a very good driver.

She did everything that I would want her to.

That's what matters, isn't it?

I suppose.

Hmm.

You know what's funny?

Whenever I'm in a good mood about something,

something's getting to you.

What, you mean you're gonna let a small thing

like discovering you didn't kill a man

with your car lighten your mood?

(chuckles)

ALLISON (quietly): Hey, babe. Honey?

Huh?

What's going on? Hey.

What are you doing?

Why aren't you in bed?

I had a dream-- I saw where my purse turned up.

It's inside this garbage Dumpster.

I want to go and get it before someone else finds it

or the garbage people come and take the Dumpster away.

That's if I'm not already too late.

What? Wait a second.

Where is this Dumpster?

Did this Dumpster come with an address?

It all happened outside this trucking office downtown.

I got the address from the phone book.

Allison, it's 4:00 in the morning.

I know, that's why I got to get going.

I just... I didn't want you

to wake up and not know where I was.

I'll be back for breakfast.

(sighs)

Whew.

(screams)

SCANLON: Usually, when we try to figure out who someone is,

we have to get them in here,

fingerprint them, run the prints.

This method you've come up with

of not bringing the whole person in--

just the part we need-- it's genius.

Name's Maria Vargas.

Lucky for us, she was brought in

on a DUI a couple years ago, so her prints

and her picture are in the system.

Maria Vargas.

I have no idea who this woman is.

No reason you should.

She's a bookkeeper... or she was.

Worked for a company called Green Highway Trucking.

Green Highway Trucking.

I know... I know that name.

I've been there.

I was there that night.

I can't be sure, but I think it was...

after I bought that saw (phone ringing)

and that box of baggies. Scanlon.

Wow.

That's what I call timing.

We had an address on Maria,

so I asked a patrolman to swing

by her place. Was she there?

Oh, yeah.

Apparently, she's been waiting for us.

I had her hand in my purse.

I... bought a saw.

I bought baggies.

Yeah, but is your name Hector Alvarez?

Who's Hector Alvarez?

I have no idea, but the victim here

was discovered conveniently clutching this note.

"Hector Alvarez did this to me."

What do you think?

That's not my handwriting.

I don't even know a Hector Alvarez.

My point precisely.

Am I supposed to believe

that Maria wrote that note before she died?

I know.

Be a pretty neat trick, right?

There's not a spot of blood on this paper.

Can I make a suggestion?

Get out of here.

Let us do our work.

By tonight, we should know an awful lot more.

I'll give you a shout, fill you in.

ARIEL: Hi, Dad.

Hey.

Want to practice driving?

Oh, God, you know, honey,

uh, I just got home.

Uh, maybe Mommy...

Mom's waiting for a phone call.

Oh, okay.

Uh, wait, isn't your learner's permit

no good after the sun sets?

'Cause... it's pretty much set.

I mean, there's always the weekend, okay?

Kind of get the feeling you don't like driving with me.

No.

I was just telling Mom what a good driver you are.

How you just seem to...

you just know.

Is that the same as liking to drive with me?

Look, Ariel, I don't know where you get this idea from.

I love driving with you.

I mean, we've only been out driving

that one time, but I loved it.

And... you know, I just...

I don't think we should go out tonight, 'cause I...

you know, I don't want you to get in any trouble,

but if you want to get up, you know, early,

say, 6:30 tomorrow morning...

You mean it?

Sure, I mean it.

I wouldn't be offering if I didn't mean it.

I love driving with you.

Oh, Daddy, I was just so worried

you hated driving with me.

Don't be ridiculous.

(phone rings)

Hello?

SCANLON: You want the good news or the bad news?

There's bad news?

I'll start with the good.

The medical examiner feels it's highly unlikely

you killed that young woman.

Highly unlikely?

Yeah, remember that candlestick she was beaten to death with?

Well, judging from the angle

of the blows, they're guessing

that the person who killed Maria Vargas

was about a foot taller than she was.

Taller? 'Cause I'm only five-two.

Yeah, I know.

Not tall.

Also, they feel very strongly that the killer was left-handed.

You're a righty, right?

All my life, I swear.

Also, they're telling me

it would take enormous strength to inflict

that kind of damage on another human being.

No offense, but none of this

sounds like Allison Dubois to me.

No offense taken.

Oh, and the name on that note: uh, Hector Alvarez?

Well, it rang no bells with me

or anyone else over at police headquarters.

I checked with your boss.

He never heard of him, either.

The FBI is apparently very familiar with this guy,

and one of their best and brightest

is in there right now bringing Manny up to speed.

He suggested I call you and make sure

you could be down here first thing in the morning

so we can bring you up to speed.

I'll be there.

I'll definitely be there.

So, what's the bad news?

Well, you know that note with Alvarez's name on it--

the one the dead girl was clutching?

Yeah.

Your fingerprints are all over it.

How is that possible?

I have no idea, but, hey, look on the bright side.

There's no law against leaving notes.

(beep)

Oh.

Who are you, and what are you doing in my office?

Why are you just sitting there?

You're not concerned that I might call the police?

(with Spanish accent): Oh, Hector, the only thing

I'm not concerned about is you calling the police.

I don't know who you are and what you want,

but if you don't tell me what you're doing here...

What are you going to do,

shoot me, Hector?

We both know that would be a big waste of your time.

What are you talking about?

Who are you?

I'll give you a hint.

You killed me earlier tonight.

Oh!

(shrieks)

(Hector grunts)

(grunts)

(gasps)

(gasps and pants)

(beeps)

(sighs)

(beeping)

Allison, it's barely 5:00 a.m.

I had it all wrong.

I didn't lose those six hours the other night.

They were taken from me.

Oh, Allison, I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Maria Vargas--

that woman who was killed by Hector Alvarez.

The moment that she died,

something important must have been happening in her life.

Something that she needed to finish.

I think she used me to do it.

She hijacked me.

I'm guessing that it-it happened

that moment in the parking lot

right after I put the groceries in the car.

Yeah, I promise.

We'll talk about it tonight.

(gasps)

Excuse me, Miss?

Are you all right?

Miss?

(gasps)

(with Spanish accent): Oh, yes, I'm fine.

Thanks.

So... lost in thought.

ALLISON: She had a whole agenda.

It started with me going in that hardware store.

Buying that saw, that box of baggies.

And then sawing off her own hand

so I could use her fingerprints

to gain access to her computer.

Wow.

That sounds like a pretty grisly six hours.

Yeah. And I left out the part where I stabbed a man

in the chest with a pair of scissors.

All of it to get this phone number

that I put in here.

This number.

You have any idea whose number that might be?

Okay, well there's only one way to find out.

No. Joe, it's 5:08 in the morning.

(tones sounding)

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: We're sorry,

but the number you just dialed is no longer in service.

Please hang up and try your call again later.

(tones sounding) We're sorry...

I-I don't get it.

I mean, why would I go to all that trouble

if it's not even a working number?

I-I don't get it.

You know, Allison, um, I got to get up

and-and go driving with Ariel in an hour.

What say we try to get a little more sleep?

Maybe it will make more sense when the sun comes up.

Now, put the key in the... and turn it.

(engine starting) Now, turn on your...

(signal light clicking) blinker.

Now... Yeah.

Just pull away from the curb.

Is something wrong, Dad?

You're kidding, right?

You know the answer to that question.

Probably knew the answer to it

before I even had a chance to consider the question.

(sighs)

(laughs)

(tires squeak)

Okay, you can go now.

Ariel, you came to a full stop.

Now you have to go through the intersection.

Ariel, I want you to go through...

I know what you want me to do.

That's the problem, isn't it?

I know what you want me to do before you say it.

Well, I'm sorry, but I do.

And why is that such a bad thing?

Why do you hate this? I don't hate this.

Hate being with me.

You know, Mom told me

to try and talk less, but still.

Okay, I'm sorry, sweetie.

You know, it doesn't matter, okay?

You still act all mad.

Like this driving thing is for you,

and I'm letting you down.

But it's not, it's for me, and you're letting me down.

I know, I know it is.

So too bad if it's not going

the way you pictured it

with your 20-year experience.

When I'm sitting in class

with the driving teacher sitting next to me,

I'm not trying to get in his head.

I'm thinking, what

would my dad do, what would my dad say?

God, am I stupid!

You are not stupid.

Sweetie.

Sweetie, you're not stupid.

I'm so sorry.

(sniffling)

Yeah. I know. Move through the intersection.

(sniffles)

(tires squealing, horn honking)

Oh, God.

That's my fault. I totally didn't... No, no.

You know what? I didn't look, either, to be honest with you.

Maybe it was my fault.

You know what?

BOTH: Let's not mention this to Mom.

(beeping)

(sighs, tones sounding)

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: We're sorry, but the number you just...

(beeping)

(tones sounding)

We're sorry, but the number you...

I'm sorry. Am I, uh,

catching you at a bad time?

No, no, no, no. No. I'm here for you.

Detective Scanlon told me

I should come in early this morning.

You would fill me in on the Hector-Alvarez case.

Okay. I'm filling you in.

The case is all but closed.

What?

The FBI just called. They found him.

They're holding him over at Casa Valley Memorial Hospital.

I was just about to run over there.

DEVALOS: You expecting a phone call?

Oh, it's nothing.

It's just... just...

I'm sorry.

Uh, FBI, Hector Alvarez?

Hector Alvarez.

Turns out to be a very interesting fellow.

This Green Highway Trucking he owns?

They're in the short-haul

trucking business, or so he'd have people believe.

According to the FBI,

Mr. Alvarez's real business is human trafficking.

Sneaking illegal immigrants across the border

for a hefty fee.

He was a coyote?

Maria Vargas worked for a coyote?

Well, I'm sure she told herself she was doing a good thing.

Helping people with no futures, no jobs, get to a place

where they can earn some money, help their families.

But this fellow Alvarez.

Apparently, the Bureau has been trying

to build a case against him for years,

but they've never been able

to prove anything.

Now, with the murder of Maria Vargas,

all that may change.

(rhythmic beeping and whooshing)

(sighs)

How long has he been here?

How did he get here?

Apparently, he drove himself.

Two nights ago. Stab wound.

Through the heart.

Is this something you dreamt about?

I...

I think this might be something I did.

I mean, it was Maria doing it,

but still, I think it might have been my body,

my hand that put those scissors in him.

Allison, I'm not sure I understand.

I think from the second that Maria died,

until I woke up under that overpass,

Maria appropriated my body

so she could do something, finish something.

But I-I don't know what.

Is he going to be all right?

Well, they don't know for sure.

He apparently bled so much

on the drive over that he passed out on the curb

in front of the emergency room.

By the time they got him up here, he was in this coma.

Oh. What happens now?

We wait.

Till what?

Till he comes out of it.

At which time he'll be charged with the death of Maria Vargas.

His clothing, in addition to being soaked

in his own blood, was speckled with Maria's.

No one was looking for yours.

(sighs)

ALLISON: Who was that sitting there

next to him by the bed?

I was told that's his son, Desiderio.

He has a son?

Allison, I can see

that you're torturing yourself about this, but

even if you did do what you think you might have done,

it would have clearly been in self-defense.

Not to mention the fact that you weren't in your right mind.

Maybe not in your own mind at all.

JOE: I agree with your boss.

It was self-defense.

And it wasn't even you who did it.

I mean, not really.

What if he dies?

What are you asking me?

Are you responsible?

No. I don't think you're responsible.

You were defending yourself.

I mean, not even yourself.

And what if it goes to trial?

How do I make sense of this to a jury?

I can't even make sense of this to myself.

A woman that I have never met has taken over my body

so she can get a number from a computer

for a phone that doesn't even work.

Shh.

You're making yourself crazy

over something that may never happen.

Shut your eyes.

Try and get some rest.

Diego, listen to me.

People are going to die.

Yes, I'm frightened.

I think he knows I heard him on the phone

and I think he's worried I might call the police.

But how can I not call them?

I have to call them.

Well, can't you come over here?

Be with me?

It's almost 5:30, aren't you done with work yet?

Yeah, I'll pick you up.

Where are you?

1927...

Hennepin.

1927 Hennepin. Got it.

I'll be right there, darling.

It's really not nice to eavesdrop

when people are on the phone, Maria.

Oh, I guess we're even now.

You would actually call the police

after all the years that we've been working together?

How did you get in here?

Oh.

But don't worry, I'll...

I'll put it back under the mat when I leave.

Maria, what would you have me do?

I don't know,

but you just can't leave them there to die.

I have no choice.

I got a tip.

That's not just another truck

full of peasants from El Salvador.

There's an undercover FBI agent traveling with them,

pretending to be one of them.

Yeah, but what about the other 18 innocent people,

women and children?

You're just gonna leave them in the middle of the desert?

Leave them to just die?

Of course they have to die.

I mean, what choice do I have?

Hector... They have to die.

You have to die.

(grunts)

(groans)

"1927 Hennepin."

Don't worry about your friend.

I'll give him a ride.

(gasps)

(sighs)

It's ten after 7:00.

Here I am.

I hope it's important.

Four days ago, some time before 5:30,

Maria Vargas overheard her boss, Hector Alvarez, receive a tip.

An FBI agent,

posing as an unemployed El Salvadorian,

was in one of Hector's trucks.

His sole purpose for going to the U.S. was

to expose and arrest Hector for human trafficking.

Okay.

Hector knew Maria knew what he was up to,

so he killed her.

Which is when you believe she...

Possessed me.

She... She needed me.

She knew.

Hector had already contacted that driver.

He had already instructed him to empty the truck,

to dump everyone there.

Everyone, including that FBI agent,

to leave them to die in the desert.

Maria wanted to help those people.

To get to them.

To save them.

But she didn't know where they were.

She had to be able to contact the driver.

She had to get the number off the computer.

Which you got.

Which I got.

And which is no good. (tones sounding)

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE: We're sorry, Let me see.

but the number you just dialed in no longer...

I dreamt about her last night.

I saw her die.

She has to be showing me

this still for a reason.

So we're thinking that these people

are still be out there somewhere, alive?

Allison, it's been four days. (paper tearing)

I'll call the FBI.

And I'll check out this number.

Thank you.

(phone ringing)

We've been summoned.

According to the Phoenix field office of the FBI,

Agent Marco Navarro was supposed to infiltrate a truckload

of illegals out of El Salvador.

No one's heard from him for four days.

Oh, my God.

They now have helicopters

searching the area around Route 86,

Route 85, and Interstate 19.

Lot of empty space out there.

Like looking for a needle in a sand stack.

And that number you gave me--

it was for a disposable cell phone, purchased for cash

from a convenience store here in Downtown Phoenix.

Worthless as a clue.

Everyone's doing the best we can, Allison.

So, what about Hector?

He's still in his coma.

I've had people check his office.

All the computers have been wiped clean.

So, that's it?

For now.

Right now it's a matter of time and luck.

You should go home.

There's nothing more to do here.

I'll call you if there's any news.

(groans)

(panting)

(panting)

(phone rings)

(man crying)

Desiderio.

Stop crying.

I know what your father told you to do.

I need you to tell me where you left them.

(distant siren wailing)

(crying continues)

Desiderio.

Please.

Desiderio.

REPORTER: These are live pictures of this breaking story.

And if you're just tuning in,

what you're looking at are FBI,

INS, (knocking on door)

and Mexican Federal agents... Hey.

You look like someone who's been up since 2:00 in the morning.

...who were apparently left to die in the desert

along the Mexican-Arizona border.

You saved a lot of lives.

You and... Desiderio.

After you called, I phoned over to the hospital.

They said he was there,

still watching over his comatose father.

I went over.

There wasn't a lot of conversation.

He clearly wanted to tell somebody.

He was clearly tortured about it.

Turns out he left them out there with two cases of water,

and a bag full of candy bars.

They're all still alive, thank God.

What about Hector?

Do I need to hire an attorney?

No, I think you're in the clear.

(sighs)

Sometime after I left,

Desiderio held a pillow over his father's face

and smothered him to death.

The agent guarding the room was outside the door.

Never heard a thing.

Did you have breakfast yet?

(sighs)

So, what's new and exciting in your life?

Well, Ariel, my oldest daughter,

is learning to drive.

Learning to drive?

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