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Previously on Without a Trace:

VIVIAN:
Detective Morris...

Special Agent Johnson.
Thank you for coming.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

Any luck finding
your waitress?

No. What do you have?

I've got three
other victims,

possibly tied to our
human trafficking case.

I want to set up a task force
under my supervision.

What do you want me to do?

I just need for you to fight
for this for me.

You owe Olczyk a couple
of steak dinners.

He agreed to join the unit
with the task force.

Good thing you're
a trained negotiator.

I'm sorry I couldn't get you
a closer location,

but I believe this is the room
that brought Gotti down.

When was that, like 1989?

What about personnel?

JACK:
You get to pick.

Two bodies,
temporary duty, 20 days.

You make any progress,
maybe more.

Is your name in the hat?
Because we could use you.

Thanks, but I think one of us
doing double duty is enough.

You're probably right.

Okay.

Hey, Jack.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

MAN :
Attention, all visitors.

Visiting hours are now over.

Please make your way
to the east gate.

Mama! No, I don't
want to go!

MAN 2 :
Move down the path.
Move down the path.

Lindsay Bynum.

I was visiting
inmate Nesbitt.

Bynum, Bynum...

One purse.

One key ring, two keys.

I'm fine. I'm fine.
I want to help.

No, no, no...
You're pregnant.

Yes, and I can walk.

What happened?

Lindsay Bynum.
She's 42 years old.

She's from Crestwood,
New York.

Her family called it in
when she didn't come
home last night.

Apparently, she got
into this accident.

She was visiting a prisoner

at a women's correctional
facility up the road.

What's her relationship
to the inmate?

Actually, they were
cell mates

up until about
a month ago.

Bynum did seven years
for embezzlement.

She was
a financial advisor

until she got caught
stealing money from her clients.

Well, is there any sign
of a struggle, blood?

Nothing, but come here.

I want you
to see something.

Second set of tire tracks.

Excuse me, sir. This was
underneath the driver's seat.

Thank you.

Interesting way
to smuggle drugs.

Yeah, could be whatever
she was doing in jail

caught up with her here.

Yeah, NYSP is covering
the coffee shops

and the rest stops
for the morning commute.

Hopefully, somebody saw the car
that picked up Bynum.

What about the pills we found
in her headband?

OxyContin.

And she's been visiting
her old cell mate

every week since her release.

Carolyn Nesbitt.

She's doing 20 years
for distribution.

We think that she might be
the cell block dealer.

And you think
Bynum's the supplier?

It's pointing that way.

This is not necessarily
about drugs.

Bynum went away
for embezzlement.

It's just another way to go.

Lindsay's trial was a nightmare.

My brother Cory went to court
every day.

Always the supportive
husband.

Hadn't slept in months.

And with all the stress,
he, um, had a heart attack.

Just like that, he's dead.

After the sentencing, Lindsay
asked Natalie and I to become

guardians to Mason and Ryan.

ELENA:
When was the last time
you saw Lindsay?

Yesterday, uh,
yesterday morning,

before she left for work.

When she didn't come home,
we called the police.

Where was she working?

At Java State, on Third.

It took her a while to find
a job, but the manager there

saw she was smart.

MARTIN:
Mason. Why don't you
and your brother

uh, give us a moment alone
with your aunt and uncle?

Why?

Look, it's not like we don't
know our mom is screwed up.

Mason...

What, so she's
gone again?

Look, what did you expect?!

All right, this is stupid!

Mason, take it easy.

No.

Ryan, um, why don't you go
into the den and watch some TV.

Have either of you noticed

anything suspicious
about Lindsay's behavior?

Suspicious how?

Well, we've been led to believe
that she's been dealing drugs.

You're kidding me, right?

Have you seen any strangers
around, maybe another ex

Look, I know
what you're thinking,

but Lindsay isn't
just some criminal.

She's a mom
who made a mistake.

When the AT&T processing
plant moved away,

a lot of people
lost their jobs.

80% of Lindsay's clients
dropped her.

She was desperate.

Desperate enough to steal from
the clients who stuck by her.

She did her time.

I just wish people could
cut her some slack.

Take a seat.

I'm Special Agent Spade.

I'm with the FBI.

I want to ask you some questions
about Lindsay Bynum.

What about her?

Well, she's missing.

We believe you were
the last person to talk to her,

and I want to know why
she was here yesterday.

To reminisce.

Really.

Maybe you could, uh...
explain this to me.

We found it in her car.

You're the only person
she visits here.

Is she your dealer?

You dealing together?

Wrong on both counts.

All right, listen, we can take
this to the warden if you want,

or you can talk to me;
your choice.

I got cancer, all right?

Lindsay brought me dope
for the pain.

It was a one-time thing.

:
What the hell are you doing?

Put that away.

You fixing to wind up
in here again?

I was just...
just trying to help.

Except I didn't ask for help.

I lost my job at Java State
last week.

An old accounting client
of mine tracked me down.

Son of a bitch makes
a stupid scene

and I get fired.

I mean, what if the guy
comes looking for me?

Then you'll deal with it.

In the meantime,
you get another job.

I've tried. Okay?

I've filled out
like 15 applications

in the past three days.

Nobody calls.

I just feel like

I'm never going to get
my life back.

It doesn't mean you quit trying.

I never thought
it would be this hard.

I'm going to die in this place.

I don't have to think
about making it outside.

You have a shot.

Don't come back here.

First month out of the joint,

nobody thinks
they'll get through.

What about this ex-client
that came after her?

Did she say anything else
about him?

That was it.

Okay.

So now that we've ruled out
the women,

these are the men
that Bynum stole from.

These six alibi out.

These three testified
against Bynum in the civil suit,

and these two lost 100K apiece.

Any of them fit the description

of the assailant
in the coffee joint?

I don't know. The manager at
Java State wouldn't talk to me

because of liability reasons,
so I'm trying to get around him.

What about the results
from the lab on the tire tracks

that we found next to her car?

The tires are
Bridgestone Turanza 225s.

They're common
in Infinitis and in Lexuses.

Well, let's run that against
her list of former clients.

You got it.

Can I sit with you?

So your aunt says that sometimes
after school you go

and you hang out
at your mom's work.

Java State has Wi-Fi.
I surf the Web.

Oh.

Did you ever see anybody fight
your mother?

Maybe threaten her?

Do you think somebody hurt her?

We don't know anything yet.

I wish she'd come back.

We're trying to find her.

I need your help.

If I show you some pictures
of ex-clients, um,

do you think you can tell me
if you've seen them lately?

Okay.

NATALIE:
Lindsay never said anything

about somebody
coming after her.

She said it was a former client.

Do you know if she's had contact
with any of them recently?

We haven't seen any
of those people since the trial.

Okay. Were either of you aware
that she'd been fired last week?

She didn't say
anything to me, but...

then again,
we don't share that much.

Ms. Bynum?

I didn't know, but...

maybe she didn't need
that job anymore.

I don't know
how he does it,

butMason spills
on everything he wears.

Natalie, this is for you.

It's for the boys,
you know,

for school supplies,
groceries, whatever.

Oh. No, I couldn't take that.

You should save
up your money.

Please, I really want
to pitch in.

Okay.

Thank you.

Lindsay, what is this?

Where did you get
all this money?
Hey, hey!

People lose fingers
for that kind of thing.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I'm just used to protecting
my stuff.

You still haven't answered
my question.

Look, it's not what
you think, okay?

I'm just doing
some consulting work.

Come on. Don't look at me
like that, okay?

Everybody is giving me
all this crap.

She had thousands
of dollars in cash,

and you just let it go?

I know, okay, I...
Mrs. Bynum,

Lindsay's a felon.

She is not allowed to work in
the financial industry anymore.

I just assumed she was being
paid under the table.

And who would do that?
Nobody.

No one trusts her.

So... these guys learned
that that Brad creep

who abducted your first
girl, Jen, is dead,

and they still
manage to nab

the waitress, Angela.

Plus they closed shop
with 12 girls in tow.

That's a lot of cargo
to move out of town.

Maybe they stayed local.

Either way, it means
they've got drivers,

more vehicles than
the van we ID'd,

and probably a
lot more muscle

to keep an eye on the girls.

It all spells deep pockets.

Task force?

Task force.

Hey, Viv, it's Danny.
I've got a woman on the line

who's looking for you, and
I think it might be connected

to your missing waitress.

Okay, put her through.

Okay.

Johnson.

Okay, ma'am,
you need to calm down.

Did she... did she
tell you where she was?

Did she leave a number?

All right, ma'am,
I need you to listen carefully.

I need your permission
to pull your phone records.

Is that all right?

Okay, I'll call you right back.

Thank you.

Angela Richter's mother in Texas
got a call from her.

Where was she?
She didn't say.

She begged her mom to help her,
and then had to hang up

before she could say
anything else.

MARTIN:
So I found this call here

on the Bynums'
phone records

that was made
the day before

Lindsay showed up
with the cash

to Pratt &
Edelstein CFA.

Her former business partner,
Richard Ludlow, works there.

Ludlow?
Yeah, why?

I just spoke to the DA that
prosecuted the Bynum case.
Right.

And he told me they tried
everything in the book

to get her to turn on him
and she wouldn't do it.

I bet you he's the one
who gave her the cash.

Yeah, but this guy
lost his reputation

and his business
because of her.

Why would he
help her out?

Well, they embezzled money
together; she took the fall.

Let's find out
what kind of car he drives.

Okay.

Richard Ludlow.

All right, we're
looking for a Lexus IS

or an LS model,
or an Infiniti G35 or G37.

Here we go.

Richard Ludlow
of Crestwood, New York.

Drives a 2003 Lexus IS.

MARTIN:
Well, according
to your assistant,

the day Lindsay called you, she
also went down to your office.

What were you fighting about?

:
Lindsay asked me
for a job,

and I couldn't
give her one.

She got upset.

That was it.

I think seven years ago,
you got away with embezzlement,

but Lindsay covered your ass.

Now she's out,
feeling that you owe her,

and she's blackmailing you.

Where do you get this stuff?

How do you explain
the tire marks from your car

at the scene of the accident?

I was there.

She called me
after the accident.

Oh, what, so now your friends?

She messed up seven years ago.
We moved on.

She borrowed
somebody's cell phone

after the accident
and called me.

What do you mean she borrowed
somebody's cell phone?

Whose cell phone?

Some woman who stopped for her.

She asked me to give her a ride

to her brother-in-law's
hardware store.

Why would she call you
and not her brother

She said they'd been
having problems.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just
a little rattled.

So what happened?

I saw my friend Carolyn today.
She's got cancer.

I don't know.
I think I was just upset.

I hit a pothole
and lost control.

At least you're okay.

Do you want
to call your family?

No, it's okay.
Don't worry about it.

I probably should talk to them
in person.

Things are getting really weird
and edgy over there.

What the hell happened here?

He, uh, started a fight
at the pep rally.

Mason, are you drunk?
Yeah, and suicidal.

He spit in
a linebacker's face.

Mason, just take a seat.

Honey, why would
you do that?

I don't know.
I just felt like it.

I can handle it
from here, okay?

Look, I'm his
mother, okay?
No.

I want to help him.
You're nobody's mother here,

and if you cared
about them so much,

you wouldn't have gotten
thrown in jail.

They lost their father
because of you.

Get out.

Get out! Go!

Or I swear to God
I'm going to kill you.

Look, I was worried
about dropping her off

at the... at the hardware store,

but she said that he'd
reached out to make up.

You got motive and opportunity.

But Lindsay conveniently
points the finger

at somebody else? Come on.

I'm telling you what happened.

Approximately what time
did you drop her off?

A little bit before 7:00 p.m.

VIVIAN:
This is Angela Richter.

She was abducted
two months ago.

I... I....

I don't think
I know her.

Well, how come she used
your cell phone

to call her mother
about three hours ago?

How could that be?

I got my cell phone right here.

Where were you three hours ago?
I'm a plumber.

I was working on a job
at some club on East End Ave.

Who hired you?

I don't know. It was a cash job.

Tell us about this club.

Look, I'm not trying
to get anybody in trouble,

but, uh, you know,
the furniture was cheap,

the blinds were all drawn,

and-and there were
these girls there.

So it was a brothel?

That'd be my bet.

Are you sure you didn't see
that girl in there?

Okay, maybe she was there,
but she, uh...

she-she looked different.

Sorry, I can come back.

It's fine.

Just don't use the sink.

Thanks.

Oh, finished working?

Almost. Girl needed the john.

Move.

Who's in there?

Open this door.

Someone was using the other one.

I really needed to pee.

She was only in there
for a minute.

We're going to need the address
of the club.

Okay.

So it would appear
that you and Lindsay

are not on the best of terms.

We, uh, we get
along okay.

Really?

So who was the guy
that choked her

and threatened to kill her
four days ago?

Who was that,
your evil twin?

Okay, I-I didn't tell you
about that

because I knew it would give you
the wrong idea.

It would.

We made up later
and that was it.

So you're okay
with her being around

and helping out with the boys?

Yeah, sure.

Wow.

You forgave her
for your brother's heart attack?

Okay, look, you know,
it hasn't been easy,

and yes, there's a part of me
that's glad she disappeared,

but beyond that fight,
I didn't do anything to her.

Where were you last night?

I was at home. Why?

Not according
to the alarm company.

Their records indicate that you
punched in the security code

to the store at 6:44 p.m.,

which is around the time
that Lindsay was dropped off.

I didn't... I wasn't there.

I didn't... that wasn't me.

It wasn't you?
Then who was it?

Okay, I'm not going to, uh...

I'm not going to answer
any more questions.

I think it's my right
to-to see a lawyer.

Oh, yeah, yeah,
you're right. It is.

You didn't tell us about your
uncle's fight with your mother.

It wasn't
a big deal.

He threatened her.
He choked her.

I'd say that's
a pretty big deal.
Look, he didn't mean it.

I need you to tell me
what your uncle did

to your mom, okay?
Why are you dogging me?

Uncle Jake didn't do
anything to her.

I want to know
who you're lying for.

Nobody.
I don't believe you.

What, are you trying
to protect your aunt?

God, no.

Ryan?

No.

Hey, look, I get it.

He's your little brother.

You want
to take care of him.

He can't do it alone.

Look at me.

You're not getting out of here

till you tell me what I want
to know, you got that?

Look, it wasn't his fault.

It's all my mom's
for leaving us.

Nice hit, Mason.

Good job.

Boy, you boys
are so strong now.

Last time I saw you hit,

it was Wiffle ball
in the backyard.

You were the
worst pitcher.

I made pretty good cookies
though, didn't I,

chocolate chip with sprinkles?

We would eat them
waiting for the first star.

Geez,

who put on the Disney Channel?

Just talking
about old times.

Right.

And fast forward to what,
to Today Show?

"The Ex-con, the Loser
and the Thief."

What are you talking about?
I'm just saying,
things aren't so rosy

here in Crestwood.
Shut up, Mas.

He's a thief, Mom.

He's been stealing so he can buy
stuff for kids at school.

iPods, Game Boys.

So they'll sit next to him
in the cafeteria

and invite him
to a stupid party.

No, Mason doesn't know
what he's talking about.

You've been sneaking
people's credit card info

when you're in their houses
baby-sitting.

Ryan, are you crazy?

How long have you
been doing this?

Just a couple months.

Do you realize what kind
of trouble you could get into?

What are you jumping on me?
You did it, too.

Yeah, well,
look where it got us.

Let's go.

Wait a minute, Mason.

Nobody had caught on yet.

But it was almost $6,000.

I told my mom.

She said she'd take care of it.

How do you think
she was going to do that?

I don't know.

These, uh, neighbors
that your brother stole from.

Do you, um... have any idea
who any of them are?

No.

I never asked,
and he didn't say.

Go!

Go!

VIVIAN:
FBI, freeze!

Hands in the air!

Now!
Get down!

Get down on
the floor!

Clear.

Hands in the air!

Clear.

Clear.

VIVIAN:
Get down!
Get down on the floor!

Hey!

Give me your hands!

Give me your hands!

Please, don't hurt me.

VIVIAN:
What...?

I'm so sorry about this.

It was my first time, really,

and it was so stupid.

Well, normally, we'd turn you
over to local police for booking

but I need some information
from you.

I'm not sure what I can tell you

other than
what you already know.

Well, this wasn't
an ordinary brothel.

The women were being held there
against their will.

Now, besides
the madam

and the guard at the front desk,

did you see anyone
policing these girls?

No, I just saw the girls.

Can't you ask them?

Well, right now I'm asking you.

Do you recognize
either of these two men?

No.

Well, the girls were held
on a pretty tight leash.

Take another look.

No, I'm sorry.

Mr. Remar,

a cooperative john at this point

would be telling me
all that he knows.

An uncooperative john,

since there were abducted girls
on the premises,

could be held, pending
federal trafficking charges.

Now...

what kind of john are you?

Maybe I did see something.

MAN:
Just shut your mouth and...

Get the hell out!

You think
some idiot john

is going
to save you

Who owns you?

I said, "Who owns you?"

The boss.

That's right, and
don't you forget it.

You want something?

Huh?

So after seeing that,

all I wanted to do
was get the hell out of there.

So I went into the
room with a girl,

and I waited
until enough time had passed.

The girls in the hallway were
gone by the time we got there.

Did you hear them leave or hear
someone talk about moving them?

No.

I'd like you to stay here and
work with our sketch artist

and describe
the man that you saw.

I'll do my best.

And when I'm done?

You'll be released to NYPD for
booking on solicitation charges.

Did he see anything?

He's going to give us
a sketch of an enforcer.

:
Good. Our madam
lawyered up,

and the other johns were all
either still up front or "busy."

You get anything
from any of the girls?

Right now,
they're too scared

to even tell me
their right names.

But I think
I found something.

This the phone from the club?

Yeah, around the
time of the beating

there were three calls:
two to johns

but the third to a burner cell
that's not picking up.

You thinking they called
somebody to pick up the girls?

Yeah, they could have
taken out Angela, too,

because of her phone calls.

These girls are worth around
half a million dollars a year?

Then let's hope
that they decided

to salvage their investment
instead of killing them.

We'll track the phones,

see if we can get
a location.
Yeah.

Okay, so your aunt
told me

that we could talk
a little bit more.

And I figured you'd be hungry.

Not that chips and sodas
aren't good, right?

Thanks, I'm not that hungry.

Listen, Ryan, um...

I know you're very scared.

Your mom's missing.

You're at the FBI.

You feel a little guilty.

Right?

You brother told us
about the stealing

and that your mother promised
that she was going to fix it.

Can you tell me
how she was going to do that?

She was going to pay
the neighbors back their money.

Pay them not to tell the police.

How was she going
to get the money?

She was supposed to sell
some jewelry for this one woman.

She did it once,
and it went okay.

And the next time?

Well, I mean, she was going to
drive down to Virginia to do it,

to avoid people who knew her.

I was supposed to get my uncle's
truck keys from inside the store

on my way home
from school.

So you're the one who used
your uncle's alarm code?

I mean, I was supposed to leave
the keys in the mailbox,

but I didn't want her
to leave without me.

So I waited.

Ryan.

What are you doing here?
I want to go with you.

No, you and I talked
about this, okay?

I have to do this,
but you cannot come with me.

I could read maps.

You might fall asleep alone.

No, sweetie, it's so dangerous.

It's so dangerous.

You said everything
would be fine.

Oh...

It's going to be okay.

Promise?

Yes, I promise.
I promise.

Ryan, go get
in the truck right now.

Get in the truck
and stay there.

Get back in the
truck. I'm okay.

She told me not to tell anybody.

Then she left with them.

Have you ever seen the people
inside the car before?

No.

Did your mom ever say anything
about the woman,

who she was, where she lived...
how they met?

Well, I think my mom
knew her from prison.

What makes you think that?

Well, my mom called her Marie,
but she called my mom Babyface.

That was her nickname in prison.

So where are we
with this Marie woman?

Well, so far I've found four
from Lindsay's section.

Two are still locked up;
one died of a drug overdose

two months ago; and one

was released a year ago.

The one that was released,
what's her name?

DANNY:
Marie Bassineaux.

Marie Bassineaux.

Okay.

B-A-S-S-I-N...

E-A-U-X.

Right.

Oh, she's been busy.

First offense at 18.

She drove the getaway car
for her boyfriend

during a smash-and-grab.

She's a badass.

And six months ago, she was
charged with another robbery.

Uh, released on a technicality.

Then one of her accomplices
was found shot to death.

A real badass.

Yeah.

Lindsay's in way over her head.

Tell us what you did
to Lindsay.

I told you,
nothing.

Last time I saw her
was over a bowl

of jailhouse stew.
All right, stop lying.

We know that
you roped Lindsay

into moving stolen goods
for you.

We know that she did it once
before and got paid $5,000.

And we know that the plan was
for her to move more.

JACK:
So what happened?
You didn't want

to split the cut, so you got rid

of a partner?

Yeah, sounds like a story
a DA made up at my last trial.

Didn't work there,
either.

See this picture?

That's Lindsay's son.

Cute.

See, here's the thing.

At your last trial,
they didn't have such

a sweet-faced kid testifying
against you, now, did they?

He saw you punch his mother
in the face.

And then he said
she got in a car

and drove away with you.

That makes you

the last person
to see her alive.

The kid's lying, man.
Even if he is,

who do you think
the jury's going to believe?

I'll bet a year's salary

it takes them ten minutes
to put you away for life.

Okay, I saw her,
but that was it.

Hey, Babyface.

You're right on time.

Hey, Marie.

Don't take the first stuff.

And no more
than one piece

per store.

You know what?

I can't do this anymore.

Look, don't play with me.

I'm not playing
with you.

We had a deal, bitch.

Ryan, get back
in the truck.

I'm okay.
Just get back

in the truck.

You can beat the crap out of me
all you want,

but I'm not changing my mind.

I've already made
enough mistakes.

Hey, baby, baby, baby,
leave her alone.

Leave her alone,
all right?

We'll find
somebody else.

Lindsay got in the store truck
with the kid,

Zero and me drove off,
end of story.

So, she blew you off,
and you just left her there?

That punch I gave her
was going to bruise.

She wasn't going to look
like a housewife no more.

And who put you
and Lindsay together?

Look, man, she got out, and
I offered her a job, all right?

She got desperate and took it.

You stay here
until we check out your story.

Can I get a soda or something
while I wait?

No.

You know, according
to the signal

from the tower, a call

from the brothel went to
a cell phone in this area,

so we're going to split up
and see if we can find it.

Let's go.

Clear.

That could be it.
That's small enough

to have been in a
residential area.

Feel like breaking something?

I got one dead.

She's alive!

I need a medic,
southeast corner of the yard.

Come on, Angela. Hang in there.

You can sit... please.

Come on.

We have a problem, Ryan.

Your story
doesn't match Marie's.

Then she's lying.

We found your mom's blood
on the inside of the truck,

so she got in there
after Marie hit her,

exactly what Marie said.

No, my mom left with her.
That's not what happened.

You know, it is.

Ryan, you and your mom
were apart

for-for a long time.

You were seven when
she was sent to prison, right?

I know you love

your mom very much,

but I also know that you were
driving your uncle's truck,

because the front seat
was all the way forward,

and you needed that so you could
reach the pedals, right?

Tell me what happened
after Marie left.

And I want the truth this time.

I was so afraid
she'd leave again.

LINDSAY:
Ryan, get back in...

Ryan, what
are you doing?

Get back in the truck.

Come on, Ryan.

You got to calm down.

I'll calm down
when you tell me

why aren't we headed
to get the money?

No, we can talk
about this tomorrow!

Tell me now!

Listen, all I thought about
in prison

was trying to be a better mom
to you and Mason.

Making up
for lost time.

The thing about prison is,
though, you know,

it takes away the pieces of you.

It takes away the very pieces
that make you a better person.

I was just trying
to fix things.

I was wrong.

I was... I was...
I was wrong.

But they'll lock me up,
and we'll be apart again.

No. I'll talk to the judge.

It's my fault.

I'll tell him
that it's all my fault.

But he might say I deserve it.

It would be like when you were
in prison all over again.

No, it won't. I promise.
It will!

We're never going
to be a family again, are we?

I don't know.

Probably not anytime soon.

Screw you, Mom!

Come on, Ryan.

Ryan, what
are you doing?

Ryan, what are
you doing?!

Ryan, get out
of the car!

Get out of the car!

No. If you're not going
to get the money,

I will.
Ryan, come on.
You've got to trust me!

Ryan...!

Mom!

I-I found her in the bushes,
and she wasn't breathing.

:
I'm so sorry.

:
Come here.

Angela?

I'm Special Agent
Vivian Johnson.

Now, I know you've been
through a lot,

and if I could wait, I would,

but we're trying
to find some of the girls

that have been hurt
like you,

and so I'd like to ask you
a couple questions.

I-I don't know how I can help.

Well, we're trying to find a man
that was at the club.

You witnessed a beating, right?

Suzanne?

And when we raided the club,
he wasn't there.

Did he leave with you?

He was there when I left.

What did this man look like?

S-Slender,

dark hair,

always dresses nice.

You know, a
suit and tie.

VIVIAN:
What kind of john
are you?

It was my first time, really.

Is this him?

Huh

I said, who owns you?

The boss.

Yeah, that's right.

So don't forget it.

(gasps
and thuds)

That's him.

Do they still have Remar?

NYPD released him
45 minutes ago.

Thank you for your help.

We're going to see to it

that you get all the help
that you need, okay?

:
Will you catch him?

Yeah.