"Coffee, two creams." "One jelly-filled, one chocolate glazed." "Breakfast of champions." "Thank you." "So what's up?" "Since last we spoke?" "Been working out, still put on a couple of pounds." "I can't imagine." " How's Naomi and the kids?" " Good." "Charlotte started ballet." "Had her first recital last week." " Speaking of, how's Reggie?" " He's a handful, but, you know, he's great." " How about Marcus?" "He get his tenure?" " No." " That's too bad." " Office politics." "Viv, you seeing this?" "We finally got one." "Whole nonfat latte, hold the foam." "That'll be $2.45." "Jessica Raab." "She was 18 when she went missing." "That would make her currently 22 years old." " Don't I know you?" " I don't think so." "The last time she was seen was working at a coffee shop on 42nd and Lex." "Wait." "Now I remember." "I gave you more than a $5 bill... you gave me a hell of a lot more than a latte." "I'm taking my break." " Please." " You know somewhere we can go?" " I don't do that anymore." " Why not?" "I just don't." "Apparently, she went out for a break, didn't come back." "The manager of the coffee shop called the police." " She was pulling double duty as a hooker?" " No." "That job at the coffee shop was her attempt at going straight." "According to her original timeline... she quit hooking six months before the DOD." "What about this john she ran into?" "It was a guy named William Casper." "Investment analyst for Klein Lippe." "On his way to the airport to take a flight to Phoenix." "Apparently, he was willing to ditch it for a quickie but when that didn't happen... he continued on with his schedule and it matches up with the flight manifest." "We questioned all the former clients and her pimp." "They all checked out." "We went to her apartment... there was no signs of forced entry, nothing was missing." "What about this new print match?" "It came from the unidentified latent fingerprint file... which means whoever left that fingerprint on Jessica's door four years ago... left another fingerprint at a crime scene in Newark, New Jersey." "The bottom line is, we do not have a positive ID." "What's the new crime?" "This girl got beat up in a motel three days ago." "Her name's Trista Bowden." "She's still in the hospital." " It's a long time she's been missing, Jack." " I know." "Look, I want you two to go and talk to Trista Bowden." "I told Vivian I'd give her the day on this." "But I don't want you to waste a lot of time, okay?" "What does this have to do with Viv?" "She just got wrapped up in this one." "That print we got?" "The only reason we have it... is 'cause Viv ran it through the computer every other week." " What, for the last four years?" " For the last four years." "So Jessica grew up in Times Square?" "Yeah, her family moved to the neighborhood in '89." "That was before the father was diagnosed with liver cancer." "He died a year later." "Jessica was eight years old." "That sucks." "Her mother said that's when she started acting up." "Is that when she kicked her out?" "When she was16, her mother said she was into drugs, bringing men into the house." "Basically, she couldn't handle her, so she told her to shape up or get out." "And then she becomes a hooker." "Nice story." " Never thought I'd see you again." " Yeah." "I know." "Is she dead?" " We haven't found her yet, Mrs. Raab." " Then what are you doing here?" "We've got a new lead in the case." "A new lead." "So, what?" "You've been working on this all this time?" "Not exclusively, but I haven't given up." "Xanax." "My doctors have given them all to me." "Xanax, Prozac, Paxil." "They work miracles, right?" "So what do you want from me?" "We're just here to let you know that we're actively on the case again... and as things move forward, we may have some questions for you." "Oh, God." "After four years, don't you think you'd have some answers?" "Look, Mrs. Raab, I know that after all this time... it's going to be really difficult for you to go through all this stuff again." "Yeah." "So we're done here, I guess." "Sure." "We'll be in touch." "I guess I had too much to drink... 'cause the next thing I remember..." "I'm in this motel room." "He started taking off my clothes." "I said I didn't want him to and he..." " I'm sorry." " It's okay." "It's okay, Trista." "Take your time." "He started hitting me... calling me these names." "I just kept fighting." "Don't worry." "We're going to find him." "We think the same man that attacked you... may be responsible for the disappearance of another woman." "Disappearance?" "Is there anything else you can remember?" "Just got this composite sketch of the guy that attacked Trista Bowden." "I was wondering if you recognized him." "Does it look like anyone you interviewed back in the day?" "Doesn't look familiar." "She give us anything else?" "Just that he said he was a doctor... but she didn't believe it." "She thought it was just a pickup line for him to get laid." "She say what kind of doctor?" "She doesn't remember." "Sorry." "Jack, do you remember that tube of skin cream... we found in Jessica's medicine cabinet?" "No, not really." "Yeah, you do." "Betamethasone." "We couldn't find a prescription for it." "We called every dermatologist in Manhattan... to see if there was a connection." " And?" " The guy that attacked Trista... said that he was a doctor." "So what are you saying, the killer's a dermatologist?" "Hear me out." "We get the DMV photos of every dermatologist in the area... run them by Trista." " I might be right, you know?" " Sure." "Go ahead." "Run it out." "No?" "Okay." "That's him." "Are you sure?" "My God." "I'm positive." "Can I help you?" " Dr. Polk?" " Yeah." "I'm Special Agent Jack Malone from the FBI." "I'm placing you under arrest for the rape and assault of Trista Bowden." "We also have a warrant to search your house... in connection with the disappearance of Jessica Raab." " I don't know what you're talking about." " It's okay." "We'll lock the house on our way out." "You have the right to remain silent..." "Jack, I think you ought to see this." "I answered a personal ad she put in the paper..." "looking for someone into kinky stuff." "She had a fantasy." "She wanted... someone to pretend to rape and kill her while she videotaped it." " So, what?" "The tape's a fake?" " Yes, I..." "Why would I keep something that proved that I murdered her?" "Why keep it at all if it was Jessica's fantasy?" "She sent me a copy." "I didn't even remember I had it." "Strange." "We never found a copy in her apartment." " That's not my problem." " But it is your problem, Dr. Polk." "You raped and beat Trista Bowden, and you murdered Jessica Raab." "You are going away for a very long time." "Okay, look." "I admit what happened to Trista." "But I don't know anything about Jessica." "We only saw each other once." "Then why were your prints on the inside of her front door?" "Okay, fine, you're right..." "She called me, okay?" "Four or five months after our thing." "She said she just wanted to talk... said she wanted to say something important to me, so I..." "I went." "Thanks for coming." "No problem." "So, what's up?" "There are some things that I've found out about myself since the last time I saw you." "Just cut to the chase." "What do you have?" " It isn't HIV, is it?" " No, it's..." "You don't have to worry, okay?" "You call me out of the blue, what am I supposed to think?" "I'm a sex addict, Remi." "A sex addict?" "I came all the way over here so you could tell me that?" "I know my addiction hurt people, like you." "All right, is this..." " Is this some kind of a joke?" " No, Remi." "I'm trying to change my life." "So go change it." "I don't have to be part of that." "So she said she got involved in some kind of, you know... 12-step program." "Sexual Compulsives Anonymous." "One of the first steps is you have to make amends with anyone you've slept with." "Dr. Polk, you are a disgusting pig." "And I am personally going to see to it... that you never see the light of day again." "There." "See, on the windowsill?" "It looks like snow." "She went missing months later, in July." "Looks like that scumbag was telling the truth." "So we have sex addiction combined with a simulated rape fetish." "I gotta believe that somebody messed with this kid somewhere down the line." "Father, brother, uncle, someone." " I'll talk to her mother again." " Okay." "Dr. Polk's story checks out." "The tape's a fake." "Jessica might still be alive?" "Apparently she joined Sexual Compulsives Anonymous... a couple months before she disappeared." "So let's say the meetings... are somewhere near or around her neighborhood and start looking there." " All right." " What's the theory?" "That she's making amends." "If she's doing the coming clean circuit... maybe she hooked up with an old, you know, partner... and something went wrong." "But those groups are anonymous." "That's the whole point." "Sexual Compulsives Anonymous." "They're not going to reveal her." "I'm confident that you guys will come up with something." " We'll see what we can do." " Good." " Damn, this place could use an airing out." " Stale coffee and ciggies." "Smells like a roomful of 12-steppers." " What?" " Nothing." "Martin, why don't you just ask me what you want to ask me?" "Go." " Look, I know you don't drink but..." " Yes." "I'm an alcoholic." "I haven't had a drink in 7 years, 3 months, and 18 days." "Good for you." "And not a day goes by that I'm not dying to have a drink." "Which is why I go to meetings twice a week." "You got it?" "I got it." "What can I do for you gentlemen?" "Hi." "I'm Special Agent Danny Taylor." "This is my partner, Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald." " We're with the FBI." " Yes." "We believe that there was a woman named Jessica Raab... that was a member of your SCA group in 1999." "We don't give out the identities of people who are a part of our group." "She's been missing since 1999 and we're still looking for her." " Missing?" "What happened?" " We don't know." "That's the whole point." "Obviously, you knew her." "Yes, I was her sponsor." "Look, ma'am, we understand and respect the nature of that relationship... but if there's anything that you know that you think might be able to help us..." "Like what?" "Did she have any men in her life?" "Any men that could have been dangerous?" "That kind of goes along with the territory." "But I don't remember their names." "Even if you don't have a name, if there was a scenario or a story... that concerned you at the time that would help us." "The only one I remember distinctly was the last one." "I mean, she was here for three months." "God, I really thought she was turning the corner." "Hi, my name is Jessica and I'm a sex addict." "Hi, Jessica." "I had a relapse." "Why don't you tell us about it?" "I guess I was feeling kind of..." "Ionely and empty." "And so I went to my favorite club." "Lot 71." "Or at least it used to be my favorite club." "I had a few drinks... and before I knew it..." "That was fun." " Yeah." " Janice, right?" " Jessica." " Yeah, right." "You're really wild." "I'd like to take you home to my girlfriend." " That would be a party, huh?" " Please don't touch me." " What're you talking about, baby?" " Please don't." "That's not what you were saying five minutes ago." " I'm sorry." " You're sorry?" "Will you please just leave me alone?" "Just leave me alone!" "You got it." "I swear..." "I want to stop hurting myself." "I want to change." "But I don't know how." "She never came back." "I always felt really guilty about not calling her... and making sure she was okay." "Do you remember when this was?" "It was around July 4 sometime." "That's when she went missing." "And she said that this was her favorite club." "What made it so special?" "I don't know." "I think she had a friend that worked there." "One of the bartenders." "Was Jessica abused sexually as a child?" "Three quarters of the people here were." "In her case, it was... a boyfriend of her mom's." " Did she ever mention that name to you?" " No." "No, she wouldn't." "We could hardly get her to talk about that at all." "She would never give me any of the details." "Yeah, of course I dated." "Her father was dead and I was alone." "Was there anyone in particular who might have..." "God, no!" "If I'd thought anyone even laid a hand on her, I would've killed him." "I'm going to need you to write down the names of all the men." "Why?" "What do they have to do with Jessie's disappearance?" "If she confronted her molester... it's possible that he could have done something to her." "Remember that guy... that I told you she slept with... right before I kicked her out?" "Charles Huffman." "I can't believe you remembered his name." "I'll never forget the day I caught him with her." " Hey, Mom." " Hey." "What's going on?" "I didn't think you'd be home so soon." "What's going on?" "Is somebody here?" "For Pete's sakes, Jessie, why do you do this?" "What the hell is this?" " Noreen, look..." " What the hell is this?" " She came onto me, I swear..." " She's 16 years old." "Get the hell out." "Jessica, why?" "Why are you doing this?" "Maybe it was him." "I don't know." "We only dated for a couple of months." "You know what?" "He was a neighbor since Jessie was a baby." "Mrs. Raab, that doesn't make sense." "If Charles Huffman molested your daughter when she was younger... why the hell would she go near him when she was 16?" "I don't know." "Let me have that." "I can't remember all their names." "Just do the best that you can." "Lot 71?" "Yeah, that was my place." "Burned down last year." "Sorry to hear that." "You ever see this girl?" "Yeah, I knew her." "She was a regular." "Last time I saw her, she was with my cousin." "He was working for me as a bartender." " It's okay." "I can get you help." " I have help." " It doesn't work." " Trust me." "Just come with me." "You can get away from all this." "Dick, what the hell am I paying you for?" "Come on." "They're four deep at the bar." "And you?" "This is a men's room." "I'll think about it." "Three days later, they were gone." "I guess she took his advice." " You know where they went?" " Yeah." "Upstate." "Joined up with the rest of those wackos." "Far as I'm concerned, they can stay up there." ""Those wackos" have a name?" "Temple of Absolution." "What are they, a religious organization?" "Please." "They're a cult." "Viv and I will talk to the leader of this organization." "Why don't you look around, see what you can find out." "Okay." "Thanks for taking the time to see us, Mr. Kavanaugh." "Agent Malone." "Please." "Tell me what I can do for you." "We're looking for this young girl named Jessica Raab." "We believe she joined your Temple four years ago." "This is Rebecca." "Everyone assumes a new name when they get here." " Who makes that decision?" "You or them?" " It's part of the program." "It enables them to erase the past and create a new identity." "We would like to speak to Rebecca." "I'm sorry." "That's not possible." "She left the Temple..." " last February, if I'm not mistaken." " And what was the reason for that?" "Self-reflection is very, very difficult for some people." "I'm afraid she wasn't up to the task." " Did she mention where she was going?" " No." "In that case, we're going to need to speak to some of your members... and find out if anyone knows where she went." "I can't let you do that." "The privacy of religious organizations..." " is protected by the 1st..." " And the 14th Amendment." "Thank you very much for the civics lesson, Mr. Kavanaugh." "Well, this is private property, so unless you have a warrant..." "I suggest you leave." " It's important?" " Yeah." "Richard." " Richard D'Angelo, right?" " No." "My name is Joshua." " But it used to be Richard, didn't it?" " Who are you?" "I'm actually looking for Jessica Raab." "I met your cousin, Frank, at Lot 71." "He told me that she came here with you." "Does Father Kavanaugh know you're here?" "Yeah, he does." "Do you know where she is?" "If Father Kavanaugh wants me to speak to you, he'll tell me so." "He won't even admit to knowing her." "There's nothing like a true convert." "From the looks of it, he's not the only one." "We're gonna have to find a way of making these people talk." "Good luck." "Hello?" "Where is she?" "Okay." "Thanks." "Jack, Jessica's mom was just admitted into the ER at St. Andrew's." "They think she had a heart attack." "I'm going to head over there." "What do you got?" "This is a web site created by people who have lost family members... to the Temple of Absolution." "There's accusations of mind control, extortion, emptying of bank accounts." " Is it enough to get a warrant?" " No, it's all rumor." "But I posted on this site, and I got a bunch of responses... one from this guy who tried to get his sister out." "He got an anonymous call from some woman who had left the cult." " When was this?" " Last February." "That's when Jessica supposedly left." "The woman who called, said she had escaped... that she tried to bring Kristin with her, but Kristin was too afraid to leave." "Do you know who this woman was?" "She wouldn't tell me her name, but she sounded pretty scared." "That's when I went up to the Temple." "At first, they... wouldn't even let me see my sister." "And when they did, there was a guy in the room." "She was bruised... pretty bad." "And skinny." "She looked like she hadn't eaten for days." "Did she explain where the bruises came from?" "No, she..." "She avoided all of my questions." "She kept telling me that her name wasn't Kristin anymore, that it was Deborah." "Did these people keep you from taking her with you?" "No, she said she didn't want to go." "But I could tell, in her eyes, that she did." " Lf you have a warrant, I'd like to see it." " Here we go." "Now, if you wouldn't mind, we'd like to speak to Kristin Walters." "Or Deborah, as you call her." "We really need your help, Kristin." "How do you know my name?" "One of our agents talked to your brother." "He's very concerned about you." "He shouldn't be." "Everything's fine." "Do you know this woman?" "That's Rebecca." "What happened to her?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Listen, I know you want to get out of here... based on our conversations with your brother." "What are you afraid of?" "They're going to punish you if you try to leave?" "I'll tell you what." "What if I make it look like we're taking you against your will?" "Will that work?" "Yes." " Hit me." " What?" " Hit me in the face." " No, I can't do that." " Yes, you can." "Hit me." " No, I can't." "I can't hit you." "Just close your eyes and imagine I'm Kavanaugh." "Kristin Walters, you are under arrest for assaulting a federal officer." "Let's go." "It wasn't my heart." "The doctor said I had an anxiety attack, so they're going to... keep me overnight for observation." "What triggered it?" " What triggered it?" " I mean, was there something specific..." " a thought, a realization?" " So you've come here to gather evidence." "You still don't think I'm being straight up with you." "I'm sorry." "No, I'm sorry." "You're just doing your job." "I don't know why I'm taking it out on you." "It's okay." "If I'm gonna beat up on somebody, I should beat up on myself." "I think you've done enough of that already." "Mrs. Raab... it looks like when Jessica disappeared, she joined a cult." "So she's still alive?" "We don't know for sure yet." "We don't know if she's still there." " Here you go." " Thank you." "I hope I didn't..." "No, it was nothing that a few Advil wouldn't fix." "I'm just glad we got you out of there." "How are you feeling?" "I don't know." "I feel like I don't know anything anymore." "Can you tell us about Jessica?" "She joined the Temple about six months after I did." "I remember when we met." "She told me why she was there, how she felt like... she had a hole inside her." "How she tried to make it go away with sex." "So you two became close friends?" "We did." "Then one night... about a year ago..." "Mr. Kavanaugh... invited us to his private quarters... for a prayer session." "I knew what that meant." "Jessica didn't." "Father Kavanaugh, thank you for the honor." "You two have been doing just wonderfully." "Good work for the church, and, of course, for yourselves." "Please sit." "Rebecca, come." "Come give thanks." "Please." "It's all right." "Father Kavanaugh, please stop." "I don't think you understood me correctly." "Everything is fine." " Oh, God!" " Everything is fine." " Stay away from me!" " It's all right." "Stay away from me!" " It's all right, Rebecca." " You've got no right!" "No right!" "Rebecca!" "She was so upset." "It sounds traumatic." "That's the thing." "She said... it wasn't just about that night." "She said there was something else." "She said she figured something out, about her past." "Like what?" "She wouldn't tell me." "All I know is the next day... she came to me with a plan to escape." "But I got scared at the last minute, and I didn't go." "What happened to Jessica?" "Did she get away?" "I don't know." "But I've... heard that bad things have happened to people who tried." "So Kristin's been reunited with her brother?" "You think she'll testify against Kavanaugh?" "I think there's a pretty good chance." "Then we could shut him down." " You get anything else out of Mrs. Raab?" " No, not really." "For what its worth, the call that Kristin's brother got... from that woman last February... it was made from a pay phone in Danbury, Connecticut." "And I think Jessica was the one who made that call." "Charles Huffman, the neighbor, the one that Jessica's mother caught her with... he moved to Danbury." "I interviewed him there four years ago." "Why would she be tracking down Charles Huffman?" "Maybe she went there to apologize for having sex with him." " The whole SCA thing." " No." "I don't think she went up there to apologize to him." "I think she went up there to confront him." "Charles Huffman?" "I'm Special Agent Malone." "This is Special Agent Johnson." "From the FBI." "We met four years ago." "I was investigating the disappearance of Jessica Raab." " Still am." " Wait a second." "I saw Jessica last year." "Under what circumstances?" "She came here to... set something straight." " Jess!" " I need to talk to you." "That's what you said on the phone." "You want to come on inside?" "No." "Can we just stay out here, please?" "Sure." "What's the matter?" "I want to ask you something, and I just need you to tell me the truth." "Sure." "When I was growing up... did you ever touch me?" "Jess, I'm really sorry about that." " You did?" " You remember?" "You were 16..." "No." "Not that." "When I was little." "No." "God, no." "Why would you think that?" "Your cologne." "You wear the same cologne as my father." "Your father?" "That must have been how I did it." "Did what?" "Let myself believe that it was you... and not him... who did that to me." "Jess..." "I'm sorry." "I guess that's why I came here." "So I can put all this behind me." "I tried to talk to her some more about it, but she wouldn't have any part of it." "She took off, and that was it." "Did she give you any indication of where she might be headed?" "No." "She called me a few weeks later." "She asked me not to call her mother." "How you doing with Huffman's phone records?" "He said Jessica came to see him last winter, right?" "Yeah, then she called a couple of weeks later." "None of the calls from around that time are registered to Jessica Raab." "Try Rebecca something, maybe she kept her name from the cult." "No, she wouldn't do that." "No Rebeccas." "She probably changed her name." "How many of the calls are from women?" " There's a lot of them." " Then we better start running them down." "I think we got her." "Call came into Huffman on February 24... from an Angie Novell, lives in Briarfield." "Social Security Number issued in March." "Sounds like a name change to me." "What does this Angie Novell do?" "She's a receptionist at a not-for-profit." "They counsel incest survivors." " There she is." " She's alive." "Yeah." "You going to talk to her?" "Yeah." " You going to come?" " No, you go ahead." " Beautiful day, isn't it?" " Yes, it is." " Thanks." " Yeah." " You didn't talk to her." " No." "I thought that by finding her, I'd be helping her... but now that I have..." "The best way to help is to leave her alone." "You know?" "So she's okay?" "She seems like it." "You know, she's got one of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen." "I should have known." "I should have known what he was doing." " But you didn't." " I should have." "She didn't want you to know." "I should have seen it." "She didn't let you see." "She didn't even let herself see." "I don't think she's going to forgive me." "Why don't you write to her?" "What if she doesn't want to hear from me?" "Then that's her decision to make." "But there's only one way to find out." "Angie Novell." "Thank you."