"Thou my best thought by day or by night waking or sleeping thy presence my light be thou my wisdom and thou my true word" "I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord thou my great father and I, thy true son thou in me dwelling ..." "Stephanie?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "I'm just a little emotional." "I'm sorry." "Uh, I think that's enough for today." "I want everyone in robes tomorrow." "8:45 A.M. Sharp." "Well done." "You all right?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "I'm just so embarrassed that I cried." "Is there something you need to talk about?" "No, no, it's nothing." "I just, um..." "I don't know if I got, uh, caught up in the hymn or... hormones, maybe, I don't know." "But really, I am..." "I am fine." "We'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah." "The Lord blessed you with a beautiful voice." "It's quite a gift." "Thanks." "She missed the performance Sunday." "Didn't return my calls." "I tried her office then went by her condo." "Banged on the door till I woke up half the building." "Nobody's seen her in three days." "Any reason that you know of that she was so upset?" "I'm afraid I don't know her very well." "She's only been with us at St. Urban's for the past year." "Is she active in the church?" "Oh, yeah, she jumped in with both feet." "She's involved in Tuesday's prayer group, and, uh, our youth literacy program." "If she's so active in the church, how come you didn't know her better?" "She's a very private person, and it's not my style to push." "But it was clear to me that she was searching for something." "Why the 9-1-1?" "How do you know she didn't just go away for a long weekend?" "Because of the hymn we rehearsed." "She specifically asked we perform it on Sunday." "We changed our whole program." "What was so special about the hymn?" "It's called "Be Thou My Vision." It's Irish." "Dates back to the eighth century." "Have any idea why it was so significant for her?" "She wouldn't say." "3X18:" "TRANSITIONS" "The car's missing from the garage." "I put out an APB." "Neighbor have anything to say?" "Yeah, he heard an argument last week stuff breaking." "Thinks it was Wednesday night." "Stephanie and some guy." "And I would say that whatever was hanging here was probably a casualty." "Well, her Pinedale Bank mug collection survived." "I hate that bank." "They send me more junk mail." "I think she works there." "No messages." "Hey, look at this." "That argument might've been with a boyfriend." "Why?" "Okay, you are all set." "Remember to make that follow-up with Dr. Marsh on your way out." "Thanks." "You all right?" "Yeah." "I'm sure it will be a little stiff." "I meant what Dr. Marsh said." "Beta blocker's not working." "Maybe this new dosage will." "Viv... even he says that it's a long shot." "And these other options this septal ablation and the myectomy Honey, this is open heart surgery." "Yeah, which Dr. Marsh has performed more than any other surgeon in the city." "Besides which, I won't do it until I get a second opinion." "I should get dressed." "I'll go pay make another appointment." "Oh, no, I'll take care of it." "I don't want you to be late for class." "Baby, my students can wait." "We'll walk out together." "Really, it's okay." "Hey." "Hi." "Stephanie's phone records tell us anything?" "Yeah, at 2:00 A.M, when she's lonely and she can't sleep, she turns to QVC." "I got at least eleven calls in the last month." "What about any family?" "Well, if she has any, they don't keep in touch." "Okay, what about who sent the flowers?" "No call pattern suggests a boyfriend, but I got a bunch of calls from her work to an office building downtown." "The owner's faxing me over a tenant list." "Hey, Viv... did you, uh... get the results of that test?" "I'm still waiting to hear back." "You know, I went on-line, and everything I found about Holter monitors seemed pretty serious." "You did research?" "Yeah." "I was worried." "Should you even be working?" "Well, my doctor seems to think it's okay." "Martin told me what happened on the Chelsea Prince case." "So you two have been discussing this." "No." "He noticed something, he came to me, I didn't say anything." "Good." "Now, as I told you before, it's not an issue." "And I would really appreciate it if you kept it to yourself." "Okay." "Thank you." "Hey, good morning." "Is she okay?" "I don't know." "What do we got?" "Uh..." "Stephanie's work history." "She, uh..." "She's had four jobs in the last three years." "All of them at banks." "Well, either she can't keep a job or she doesn't want to." "You know, I think it's more than that." "She moves every time." "And take a look at her DMV photos." "She's got easy access to cash, she's bopping all over the map and she's changing her appearance everywhere she goes." "So, I think the choir girl image might just be an act." "Maybe." "You think Stephanie's stealing?" "I find that hard to believe." "Did she ever mention why she kept moving from job to job?" "She said the positions just didn't work out." "Do her past employers verify that?" "Well, most of them." "What do you mean "most"?" "Stephanie asked me not to check with her last job." "She said she'd been harassed sexually." "And I respected her request." "Well, we're going to need those references, okay?" "They're in my files." "This is Kirk." "Ms. Klein says that you saw something." "Yeah, four days ago." "Miss Healy made a withdrawal." "Big weekend?" "Maybe." "Come on, you can tell me." "You and the ladies, Atlantic City, some slots... exotic male dancers ..." "Wouldn't you like to know." "You realize you're overdrawn 187 bucks." "Kirk, you know I'm good for it." "All righty." "Thanks." "Sure." "Don't have too much fun." "This guy that you saw her arguing with, you ever see him before?" "No." "Um, we're going to need the tapes from your security cameras from that day." "Sure." "Great." "Maybe someone from Human Resources can tell me where she went." "Then have them get back to me, please." "Thanks." "Someone else missing?" "Yeah." "Stephanie's reference from Bank of the Boroughs, Lillian J. Snyder;" "they don't have a reference on her." "Well, I think I may have found our boyfriend." "I tracked that teddy bear arrangement it was ordered by an Edward Ferguson." "You got a billing address?" "He lives in Stephanie's condominium complex." "Well, isn't that convenient." "Mm-hmm." "So how long have you and Stephanie been seeing each other?" "About eight months." "Pretty much ever since she moved in across the way." "You guys got no idea where she is?" "Actually, we were hoping you did." "You know, right across the way and you didn't notice her gone?" "I was working all weekend, you know, trying to dig out from some paperwork." "Well, your neighbor said he heard the two of you getting into it Wednesday night." "Can you tell us what that was about?" "That was me finding out." "Finding out what?" "You don't know?" "Know what?" "Stephanie isn't exactly what she seems to be." "Take this off." "I'm taking it off ..." " You drove me crazy tonight." " God" "Oh, baby..." "Here..." "I'm going to change." "Check the machine." "Hurry, okay?" "Oh, hi, this is a message for Stephen." "I'm sorry." "It says "Stephanie" on the machine." "Anyway, I really need you to call me." "It's..." "Who was that?" "Who's Stephen?" "He's nobody." "Nobody?" "Eddie ..." "Well, that's great." "That's just another mystery." "Baby ..." "No, it's not..." " You don't see your family; that's fine." " Shhh ..." "You, you don't have any old friends; that's fine." "Why don't you tell me why, huh?" "I mean, what are we doing here?" "What does all that matter?" "I'm in love with you." "And I'm in love with you." "So why don't you let me in?" "Now who is Stephen?" "It doesn't matter." "Stop!" "Who is he?" "Who?" "!" "It's me." "What?" "!" "I'm Stephen." "What are you talking about?" "Okay." "Four years ago, I went through... sex reassignment to be... to become me." "You're a man?" " It's okay." " No, it's not okay." "I swear I didn't mean for you to find out like this." " Stop." " Eddie... just say something." " I think I'm going to be sick." " Eddie, no." "Eddie, please." "What are you doing?" "No, wait..." "come on, don't go." " Eddie, please." " Get your hands off me." "Eddie, please, talk to me!" "Talk to me!" "Please don't touch me!" "I wish I had never walked out on her that way." "But I haven't exactly been in that kind of situation before." "And that was the last time that you saw her?" "Yeah." "Uh, but you sent her flowers two days later." "Why?" "I don't even know if she got them." "You just promise me that when you do find her, just tell her that I wished she'd told me the truth right from the beginning." "Tell her I want her back." "I tracked down that phone message that outed Stephanie." "It came from a hospital pay phone in Stamford." "I can't believe we didn't know she used to be a man." "Well, they issued her with a new birth certificate listing her gender as female." "It never said anything about her ever being a man." "Still had the same social, though, right?" "Yeah." "If we'd gotten these older tax returns earlier, we would've known that Stephanie used to be Stephen Patrick Healy." "You know, that might explain the moving around." "Someone finds out her secret, she takes off and starts over." "Yeah, that'd also account for her change in appearance;" "she's trying out different looks, figuring out who she is." "Eddie Ferguson's alibi checks out." "He was working all weekend." "Maybe an old boyfriend turned up." "Someone less forgiving than Eddie." "Maybe the guy outside the bank." "Maybe that $2,500 was hush money." "Well, the teller said they were arguing." "Maybe it wasn't enough money." "Whoa." "Stephanie wrote a check last December to a gender reassignment doctor named Vernon Metzer." "Why don't you pay him a visit; take Viv with you." "Thanks for taking the time to see us." "I'd just like to help you find Stephanie." "Doctor, when did you perform Stephanie's gender reassignment?" "Four years ago." "And only after a psych evaluation to insure her decision was sound." "I also did some facial reconstructive surgery to remove the cleft in her chin and make her profile appear more feminine." "She came to see you last December." "Yes." "I see her twice a year for regular checkups." "Did everything seem normal?" "Yes; she seemed fine." "Doctor, we think she may have been the victim of a hate crime." "I'm sorry to say it wouldn't surprise me." "Why's that?" "Situations like that aren't rare." "A lot of men and women in transition are desperate for love and affection." "They often look for it in the wrong place." "What about Stephanie's family?" "Well, I know they didn't take the news of her decision very well." "Do family members ever get violent?" "Family members are oft the people who react the strongest." "Do you have a phone number or an address for them?" "I'm afraid I don't." "Jack, come in." "Please, have a seat." "No, I just have a minute." "How can I help you?" "Uh..." "I haven't been sleeping very well lately." "Have you been under increased stress?" "Any medications?" "Nothing stronger than an aspirin." "What do you think's causing it?" "I have no idea." "I just want to get a good night's sleep." "How are Hanna and Kate?" "They're great." "Like little women." "And their adjustment to Chicago?" "You know... funny accents, weird pizza." "Look, can you, uh, write me a prescription or something?" "Now you want me to be your doctor?" "What do you call this?" "It's called a polite conversation." "It's a far cry from therapy." "Look, Lisa, I could go somewhere else and have it done." "I just thought this would be a lot less hassle." "I'll do it this once." "Thank you." "Here you go." "They can read that?" "Thank you." "How are we doing with Stephen?" "Well, I got a picture from a wedding announcement in the New Haven Register." "He was married." "For seven years." "Had two kids; wife's maiden name is Beverly Reynolds." "Have we been able to locate her?" "I'm checking listings under Reynolds and Healy right now." "Nothing so far." "How's it going with you?" "Well, I had ERT comb over Stephanie's apartment again, looking for anything that pointed to her family." "There's nothing." "Oh, your HR person from the Bank of the Boroughs called about Stephanie's reference." "They don't have a record of a Lillian J. Schneider having ever worked there." "The Manager of Pinedale Bank got that reference from somebody." "Hey, do you have Stephanie's phone records around here?" "Maybe she and Lillian still keep in touch." "My first thought, too." "I already checked." "They don't." "What about her e-mail records from her ISP?" "Uh, they came in about a half hour ago." "They're on the table." "I haven't had time to look at them yet." "Here's one that she received a week ago from a Larry Schneider." "Might be her brother." "What's the location of the server it came from?" "Uh, Allentown, Pa." "Well, no DMV record for a Larry Schneider, but I got a Lillian." "Larry, Lillian, Stephen, Stephanie." "Maybe they're not brother and sister." "Maybe they're the same person." "I think I just found our guy from the bank." "I think you're right." "I'm Special Agent Jack Malone." "This is Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald." "And to be perfectly honest with you, I'm not exactly sure how to address you." "My friends call me Larry." "Okay, Larry, uh, how do you know Stephanie?" "We met at a transgendered support group when I started my transition." "From female to male?" "It was right after Stephanie lost her last job." "Someone outed her there." "She was... pretty shaken up." "So what were you doing taking $2,500 from Stephanie outside the Pinedale Bank on Friday afternoon?" "She needed me to get some money to a friend of hers back home." "You have her address?" "Yeah." "Was there a problem?" "I'm just not sure this is such a good idea." "Why not?" "Because I think you should take it yourself." "I can't." "Larry, I already told you." "I have not been back there since I transitioned." "Half the town doesn't even know I did." "The other half thinks I'm a freak." "Well, how much chance did you give them, if they've never even met you as Stephanie?" "Now's not the time." "Can't you do this one thing for me" "From the day we met, you've challenged me to be myself, to be proud of who I am, and I'm a better person for it." "I just think you need to follow your own advice." "You promised me." "You promised you would do this for me." "Now can you just go, please?" "I felt bad for giving her a hard time." "I mean, my family... was not pleased when I told them I was going to transition." "But, eventually, they understood." "Guess hers didn't." "So where'd you drop off the money?" "Bridgeport." "This lady named Maura McConnell." "She works at some pub there." "I just can't believe it." "I've known Stephanie since she was just a little... boy." "He and my son used to play together." "Ms. McConnell, the money that Stephanie sent, do you know what it was for?" "Her father passed away last week." "It was for his memorial." "We were under the impression that Stephanie wasn't in contact with her family." "Well, it's just her brother now..." "Robert." "What about her ex-wife and kids?" "Moved away, far as I know." "I don't know much about them." "But you and Stephanie have stayed in touch, right?" "It's been kind of a one-way street." "She writes to me to let me know where to reach her." "I called her when her mother passed." "She didn't even call back." "But she called back this time?" "Yeah." "Yeah, she said she, she couldn't make the funeral, but she asked me to be sure that they sang "Be Thou My Vision."" "I guess it was Tom's favorite hymn." "What about the money?" "Tom always said, when he went, he wanted a party, not a wake." "So we got to thinking we could have it right here." "Robert couldn't afford it." "Stephanie said she'd send the money if I lied and said that the owners were kicking in." "Now, things between Stephanie and her brother, were they really that bad?" "That's why I was so surprised when she showed up." "Hey... hey, Pop liked toasts, so I figured... thank you." "I figured I'd send him off... oh, uh..." "Hey, I'm gonna get you!" "I'd send him off with a..." "with a good one, so... uh, may your glass always be full, and, uh, may the roof over your head always be strong." "And may you have gotten into heaven half an hour before the devil know you was dead." "I know you did, Pop." "Yeah." "Hello, Maura." "It's me, Stephanie." "Stephanie!" "Oh, you're here!" "Wow, you look great." "What made you change your mind?" "Singing "Be Thou My Vision."" "You should've heard it at the service." "Oh, like angels." "I'm glad." " Danny Fitz!" " Hey, Bobby!" " Hi, Robert." " Hi." "I'm so sorry about Dad." "Robert ... it's your brother." "I know who it is." "You got a lot of nerve showing up here, you know that?" "Look... you didn't even bother when Mom died." "You're the one who put her in the grave." "That's not true." "That is true!" "And you show up here to Dad's, you're... looking like that!" "Robert, don't do anything you'll regret." "I-I-I can't even stand to be in the same room with you." "You're just... you-you're disgusting!" "Robert..." "You know, you're disgusting!" "Well, Stephanie went out to talk to him, and Robert didn't come back for almost an hour." "When he did, he... his hand was wrapped in a towel, and it was bleeding." "Did he give you an explanation or... anything?" "He said he punched the wall." "I guess I wanted to believe him." "And then he just sat at the bar downing shots of whiskey, and so I left." "And what about Stephanie?" "I haven't heard from her since." "I said I didn't do anything." " I had no idea..." " Come on, Robert." "Come on!" "You get into a fight with Stephanie in the bar." "She follows you out and when you come back, your hand is all bloody." "My brother wanted to talk, I wasn't having it, so..." "SHE took off." "I was pissed, I hit a wall." "You said you were gone for an hour." "What'd you do you, go ten rounds with her?" "I was smoking." "Anybody verify that?" "Yeah, about a half dozen people." "Great." "You're making a list." "Is there a problem?" "I'm thinking." "Well, think faster." "Why don't you tell us what really happened?" "Look, maybe I did want to beat his ass, okay, but I didn't." "I mean, after what he put our parents through... it broke their hearts." "Hey, Pop." "So I'm late, I figured with Stevie here, we can finally fix that broken heater duct." "What's going on?" "Your brother has something to say to you." "All right, what's up?" "Tell him!" "He wants to turn himself into a woman." "Dad, please." "Isn't that what you want to do?" "What's he talking about?" "Let me explain, okay?" "It's called gender reassignment." "For God's sakes, will you talk some sense into him?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "You want to turn yourself into a woman." "Since when?" "Since we were kids." "Just try and understand, okay?" "I know this is really difficult." "No, I don't understand, all right?" "You know, you and me went dirt bike riding together." " You're an all conference hockey player." " I know, I was trying to convince myself, but I can't do that anymore!" "My God, I can't..." "I'm just so sick of pretending..." "Oh... pretending?" "!" "You have a wife and children!" "Bev and I are getting a divorce, Mom." "Then what are you gonna do about Jamie and Connor?" "I haven't figured that part out yet!" "Hey, we didn't raise you so you could turn yourself into some... into some abomination that God can't even forgive!" "Please, Dad, you don't mean that, okay?" "Get out!" "Now." "And don't come back." "He wasn't just my brother, he was my best friend." "There you go." "Okay." "So when Stephanie came out of the bar, and you wouldn't talk to her, where'd she go?" "Walked up Crescent." "What about your brother's ex-wife?" "Keep in touch?" "Beverly?" "No... no, she doesn't want to have anything to do with us or anything else that reminded her of Stephen, and she... she just took the kids and left." "Where did she go?" "Danbury." "And the last I heard, she got remarried." "The guy's... the guy's name is Eastwick, I think." "Eastwick, like that movie." "Um, just stay put." "I'll start running down Eastwicks." "You want me to hold him until we can check in with some of those names?" "Yeah." "I'll talk to Danny and Viv." "Let them know which way Stephanie was headed." "Okay, great." "Want to rack 'em up?" "Viv, what's going on?" "Oh, I'm just a bit tired today, you know." "What can I do you for?" "Hi." "I'm Special Agent Taylor." "This is Special Agent Johnson." "We're with the FBI." "Does this woman look familiar to you?" "We think she may have been in the area on Saturday night." "Yeah..." "No, she was in here." "Excuse me, sir, where's your restroom?" "Straight ahead, past the bar." "Thank you." "Well, what can you tell me about her?" "She was upset." "She started downing G.T's the minute she got here." "Another round?" "Mm." "Thanks." "Got a date?" "Excuse me?" "A little more dressed up than we're used to around here." "I actually just came, uh, from a funeral." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." "Yeah." "Someone close?" "My dad." "My da." "They can be quite a comfort, can't they." "Pardon me?" "Kids." "I got a whole brood of them myself." "How old are yours?" "Uh, Jamie... is gonna be seven." "No, Jamie's gonna be ten." "Connor's gonna be seven in two weeks." "Kind of an old picture." "Yeah." "Well, I don't get to, uh, spend much time with them." "You know, divorced." "Your ex-husband must have a shark of lawyer." "Keep a mother away from her kids?" "Yeah." "Something like that." "If nothing else, you deserve a new picture." "Yeah." "That would be nice." "She, uh, made a quick call at the pay phone." "Stopped by the ladies' room, then she left." "Okay." "Thank you." "Are you okay?" "Well, I just think I'm coming down with something." "Did we get what we need?" "Well, he said she used the pay phone." "I think she was trying to get in touch with her kids." "Hey, I got a call placed from the bar pay phone on Saturday at 7:31, to a Dwight Eastman." "Oh, that helps." "I've been running down a list of sixty Eastwicks - "like the movie."" "Right." "You've reached Dwight, Beverly, Jamie and Connor Eastman." "Please leave a message." "Beverly Eastman?" "Yes?" "I'm Special Agent Johnson with the FBI." "This is Special Agent Taylor." "We're looking for your ex-husband." "Why?" "What's happened?" "Well, Stephanie went missing three days ago." "We know that she called here on Saturday night." "Did you talk with her?" "No." "Someone from your house did?" "I don't know who." "I'm sorry I can't be of any more help." "Hey, Viv." "Got the search warrant." "Great." "The husband's inside with her." "Yeah, we're going to take the husband." "You guys take the wife." "Look, we know Stephanie was here." "Your neighbor saw her car in your driveway." "Um... where's my husband?" "He's upstairs." "I'll ask you again." "I want to talk to my wife!" "As soon as she's through being questioned." "Why don't you just give us your version of what happened on Saturday night, okay?" "I'm not saying squat to you." "We have the right to a lawyer." "Yeah, I'm sure your wife's aware of that." "I want to talk to her." "Sit down, Mr. Eastman." "Sit down..." "Mr. Eastman." "Look, this is all just a big misunderstanding." "Stephanie was only here for a... a few minutes." "Okay, so, you talked to her when she called." "I didn't even recognize Stephen's voice on the phone, it was so different." "He w... uh, she... wanted to talk and I-I really didn't want to, but, but she begged, um, and Dwight was out with friends, so... she came over." "Where, um, where are the kids?" "Upstairs asleep...." "So..." "What's this all about?" "My father died." "Sorry." "Thanks." "But what does that have to do with me and the kids?" "It-it made me realize some things." "Look, I..." "I made a mistake, Beverly, not, not keeping in touch with you and not being in your lives." "Um..." "I'm sorry." "Oh, it's all right." "The birthday cards were a grand gesture." "That really helped the boys, but I suppose it made you feel better." "Abandoning you was the biggest mistake I made in my life." "Oh, and now that you realize your mistake, we're supposed to just forgive you." "Is that why you came here tonight?" "Look, there is not a single day that goes by that I don't think about you and Jamie and Connor, and I love those boys." "You know I love those boys, Bev, and I miss them, but I swear, if you tell me right now that ..." "Hmm... that they are better off without me, I'll go." "And I'll just, you know, I'll keep doing what I've been doing all these years." "I'll, I'll keep loving them, but from very far away." "You have to leave now." "Whose car is that in my driveway?" "Hey, baby." "Uh... this is..." "Stephanie." "Hi." "Your ex?" "The she-man?" "She was just leaving." "Damn right." "I want to see Jamie and Connor." "You have my answer, now go." "Then Stephanie left and..." "Dwight and I went upstairs." "Then why didn't you tell my colleagues this in the first place?" "I-I-I'm sorry, I-I think I must have just been a little nervous." "Spade." "Hey." "It's me." "So, look, Dwight Eastman used an ATM near the Fairfield Mall." "At 11:39 the night Stephanie was there." "Plus, I think this guy's abusing his wife." "Why?" "Well, I talked to the Danbury desk sergeant." "He said that even though Beverly hasn't officially brought charges, they've had to stop by the Eastman house on a regular basis because of domestic disputes." "Okay, thanks." "Oh, excuse me." "Mrs. Eastman." "Yes?" "What time did you say you and your husband went to bed that night?" "Uh... quarter to eleven." "So how did he make an ATM withdrawal at 11:39?" "Listen to me:" "I know why you don't want to talk." "But I promise you ..." "I promise you we won't let him hurt you, okay?" "Mrs. Eastman..." "Please sit down." "Stephanie didn't want to leave." "So Dwight dragged her out." "And then I..." "I heard Stephanie's car leaving, and I, I waited for, for Dwight to come back." "But he didn't." "For hours." "Hey." "It's a broken heel." "What if... what if Dwight tries to get Stephanie into the car, she resists, he gets violent, he shoves her in and drives off." "Hey." "Husband's not saying a word." "Still nothing on Stephanie's car?" "He must have dumped it somewhere, walked or hitched a ride back." "That mall he went to is about eight miles away." "Well, what if the money he took out from the ATM was for a cab ride home?" "Might be a good place to start looking." "Viv." "See that?" "What do you think?" "I'll go." "Viv, I found her!" "She's alive!" "We're gonna need an ambulance!" "Got it." "Bye." "Mrs. Eastman." "We found Stephanie." "Uh, she's gonna be okay." "They're taking her to a local hospital." "Thank God." "I can take you there, if you'd like." "Yeah." "We would." "Good job." "You, too." "I think I'm going to follow her in the car." "Jack, it's all right." "Viv and I will take care of everything." "Okay." "Viv." "You okay?" "What's wrong?" "Someone get a medic!" "Just hang on." "Subtitles by Chiva"