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#413 : Enragée

Titre original : "Rage"
Réalisé par : Kate Woods
Ecrit par : Scott Williams

Résumé : L'équipe recherche un professeur de collège, Claire Hunter. La disparue pourrait éventuellement avoir une relation avec un élève de 14 ans qui à lui aussi disparu. Elle a disparue après avoir perdu son calme et frappé un homme au visage. L'équipe espère que cette homme n'est pas responsable de la disparition de la jeune femme.

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Without a Trace
4.13 - "Rage"
Original CBS Airdate: 01/26/06
Transcribed from CBS

Directed by: KATE WOODS

Transcribed by Elise B.
Contact the transcriptionist at [email protected]

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SUMMARY: A prep-school teacher vanishes and the team discovers that one of her students, whom she'd been scheduling for after-school tutoring, is also missing.


[Ext: New York City (stock) - night]

[Int: 1st Street Boxing Gym - night]

(Two women are sparring on a mat next to the boxing ring. CLAIRE HUNTER starts punching with more intensity. Her friend, ANGELA, backs off.)

ANGELA: Whoa. Whoa.

CLAIRE: (smiling) Come on. A couple more.

ANGELA: You want my hands to fall off?

CLAIRE: Sorry. I get carried away.

ANGELA: You're gonna have to carry me out of here. You had enough?

CLAIRE: No, actually, I think I'm gonna...

(A guy, MITCH, walks over to them and starts flirting.)

MITCH: Hey. Who's the, ah, the unlucky fellow?

(Clearly neither woman is interested in looking for a man right now.)

CLAIRE: Excuse me?

MITCH: That look in your eyes. It's got to take an boyfriend or an ex-husband to get you that motivated.

(CLAIRE looks at him disgustedly and walks over to the heavy bag hanging nearby. ANGELA tries to end the conversation.)

ANGELA: Actually, we're teachers, so, um, that's about all the motivation she needs.

(ANGELA goes over to join CLAIRE. MITCH doesn't get the hint. He follows.)

MITCH: I don't doubt that. I'm Mitch.

ANGELA: I'm Laverne. This is Shirley.

MITCH: Well, call me Fonzie and we can live out our little fantasy together.

CLAIRE: Yeah, keep dreaming.

MITCH: I was talking to Laverne.

ANGELA: Uh, actually, Mitch, we're just going to try and finish our workout here, so.

MITCH: Well, don't let me stop you. But, you know, if you ever want to do a little tutoring on the side, you'd find me a very willing student.

(He slides his fingers up ANGELA's arm. Both women stare at him, astonished at his presumptuousness. CLAIRE suddenly turns and punches him in the face.)

ANGELA: Claire!

(MITCH stands back up - his nose is bleeding.)

MITCH: What are you, nuts? Man! I'm bleeding, you crazy bitch. You know, if you're lesbos, just say so!

(He stomps away.)

ANGELA: Oh my God. Oh, my god. That was...

CLAIRE: Stupid.

ANGELA: Yeah. No kidding.

CLAIRE: Sorry. I'm sorry. I don't, I don't know why I was...

ANGELA: I don't either. Are you alright? Let's just go get a drink. Let's get out of here.

CLAIRE: No, you go on ahead. I think I've got a few more rounds left in me.

ANGELA: Even after that?

CLAIRE: Especially after that. Go on. Go. I'll see you tomorrow.

ANGELA: See ya, Rocky.

CLAIRE: Bright and early.

(ANGELA leaves, looking back worriedly at her friend. CLAIRE starts punching with the heavy bag. She gets more and more intense, up until she kicks the bag, then leans against it heavily.)

(She vanishes.)

[caption: 12 HOURS MISSING]


[Int: CLAIRE HUNTER's apartment - day]

(DANNY searches CLAIRE's bedroom while SAMANTHA looks through her papers.)

DANNY: Alright. So what have we got?

SAMANTHA: Claire Hunter, 27. Teacher at Woodley Prep. No-show at work. No call, no answer, no car, no parking space.

DANNY: Well, maybe she's just playing hooky.

SAMANTHA: Well, the school says that's not her MO. But the friend that called it in said that she got into an altercation last night with a guy named Mitch at the First Street Gym, which is not far from here. We don't know if she ever got home.

(SAMANTHA picks up a framed picture on the dresser of a young CLAIRE and her mother.)

(DANNY searches through the drawers.)

DANNY: She is organized.

SAMANTHA: Yeah, she's also a safety freak. There's about ten locks on that front door.

(DANNY opens the hamper and pulls out a white towel. It is covered in blood.)

DANNY: Sam. We've got blood. And it's fresh.

(The towel is stamped "1st Street Gym".)

SAMANTHA: First Street Gym. Perhaps she made it home after all.

DANNY: Yeah, but in what condition?

(white board reads: CLAIRE HUNTER 7A-NY 732569)





[caption: 13 HOURS MISSING]

[Int: Woodley Prep School - classroom - day]

(MARTIN talks to CLAIRE's friend, ANGELA, in her classroom at the school.)

ANGELA: Oh, god. Why did I leave her there alone? I should have stayed.

MARTIN: Did, ah, did Claire have any problems with any of the other students or their parents that you know of?

ANGELA: What kind of problems?

MARTIN: Well, the way she went off on Mitch. You ever see her do anything like that before?

ANGELA: No, never. That's what was so completely odd. It was totally unlike her.

(Some schoolgirls come into the classroom, talking loudly.)

ANGELA: Girls, can we have five minutes please? (to Martin) Claire's always the cool head in the room, especially with the kids. She's a great teacher. Seriously, no one goes above and beyond the way Claire does.


[Int: Woodley Prep School - classroom - day]

(CLAIRE sits backwards in one of the desks in her classroom, facing a young girl, ARABELLA, sitting in the desk behind her. The girl is crying.)

ARABELLA: And then he left and told my mom he wasn't coming back anymore.

CLAIRE: I'm sorry, Arabella.

(ANGELA enters the back of the classroom but doesn't interrupt them.)

ARABELLA: I mean, why would he say that?

CLAIRE: Because people say and do things they don't mean all the time.

ARABELLA: I hope so.

CLAIRE: Hey, you're tougher than you think, Bella. It's not going to be easy, but I'm here for you, okay? Trust me. It'll all work out.

ARABELLA: Okay. Thanks Miss Hunter.

CLAIRE: Ah, give it to me.

(She puts her hand up for a high five. ARABELLA returns it. ARABELLA gets up and leaves the classroom.)

ANGELA: What was that about?

CLAIRE: A very nasty divorce. Two parents who think they're doing a great job sparing her the drama.

ANGELA: Where do you find the energy? I can barely get homework graded and you're out here saving the world.

CLAIRE: Yeah, right.

ANGELA: No, what you just said made me feel better and I didn't even know the problem.

CLAIRE: Well, I figure it's hard enough being a kid. Why not try to build them up a little before life has a chance to slap them down.


MARTIN: So, she's got a big of a cynical side, huh?

ANGELA: Who doesn't? But hers I can understand. I mean, her parents died when she was a kid. She grew up in foster care. I think that's why she's so good with the kids. It's like they're her mission.

MARTIN: Right. Now, are there any boyfriends or ex-husbands in the picture?

ANGELA: Well, there was Pete. But they broke up a couple weeks ago.

MARTIN: Do you know why?

ANGELA: Sounds like they had a fight.

MARTIN: But you don't know what that was about?


MARTIN: So what's Pete's last name?

ANGELA: I don't know. But he's a fireman and he always wore t-shirts and stuff that said Ladder Company 60 on them.

MARTIN: Great. Hey, just hang in there, okay? We're going to find your friend. Thanks for your time.

[caption: 14 HOURS MISSING]


[Int: FBI offices - interview room - day]

MITCH: Does my nose look broken to you?

JACK: I didn't say broken. I said bloody. Witnesses said you got popped pretty good.

MITCH: Yeah? Who said? The other lesbian?

JACK: Well, the woman who hit you is now missing and there was a bloody gym towel found in her apartment.

MITCH: Really?

JACK: Really.

VIVIAN: So, until we get the blood results back, we're going to need someone to verify where you were last night.

MITCH: Who? I live alone.

JACK: What a shock.

MITCH: Wait, um, look, there was another guy.

JACK: Another shock.

MITCH: There was. Okay, I admit it, I did see her afterward. But not because I was waiting or anything. I'd showered at the gym and was headed out to my car.


[Ext: street outside 1st Street Boxing Gym - night]

(MITCH is scraping the ice off his front windshield. He looks across the street and sees CLAIRE talking to a young man.)

CLAIRE: What happened?

(CLAIRE takes a look at the young man's face, then gestures him into her car, which is parked on the street.)

MITCH: (v.o.) She was across the street. It looks like she was having an argument with this guy. And then he got in the car and they drove off together.


MITCH: He was taller than her. I didn't get a good look. It was dark.

VIVIAN: Of course it was.

MITCH: I admit it, it sounds...

JACK: Convenient.

MITCH: I'm just telling you what I saw.

JACK: Well, you're going to see a lot more of this room, so make yourself comfortable.

(white board reads: 11PM - LEAVES GYM W/UNKNOWN MAN)


[Int: FBI offices - bullpen - day]

(SAMANTHA sits at her desk, working at her computer. DANNY prints something off his computer and carries it over to her desk.)

SAMANTHA: Looks like Mitch is off the hook. Blood on the towel is AB positive. He is B negative.

DANNY: Yeah, what about Claire?

SAMANTHA: According to the school's last blood drive she is O negative.

DANNY: Unless she somehow changed her blood type when she changed her name.

SAMANTHA: What are you talking about?

DANNY: Well, her real name is Claire Harvey. A year and a half ago she had it legally changed to Claire Hunter.

SAMANTHA: Do we know why?

DANNY: I don't know. Maybe she was running from something.


[Int: FBI offices - private office - day]

PETE NATALE: Claire Harvey? No. I knew her as Hunter. We only dated a couple of months. She's a great girl, you know. I hope she's okay.

VIVIAN: When's the last time you saw her?

PETE NATALE: About, ah, two weeks ago.

VIVIAN: So, the night you broke up?

PETE NATALE: Yeah. How do you know that?

VIVIAN: Tell me about the fight you had.

PETE NATALE: Well, what fight? Well, it wasn't friendly, by any means. I had a few drinks. But that whole night was like a freak show.


[Int: CLAIRE HUNTER's apartment - night]

(PETE and CLAIRE enter her apartment. They have obviously been drinking. A young man, RAY SEAVER, comes out of the bathroom without his shirt on. He has cuts on his body and big bruise that covers half his stomach. He's putting his shirt back on.)

PETE NATALE: (v.o.) I'd just gotten there and this kid walks out of the bathroom.

CLAIRE: Oh. (she laughs) Ray. This is, um...

PETE NATALE: Who the hell is this?

CLAIRE: Just tutoring. He came over after basketball practice.

PETE NATALE: Yeah, I bet he did. Give you a little slam dunk in your bedroom?

(CLAIRE is instantly offended.)

CLAIRE: Pete! Please.

PETE NATALE: Please what? What do you think this looks like?

RAY SEAVER: It's nothing.

PETE NATALE: Did I ask you?

(CLAIRE steps in front of PETE.)

CLAIRE: Go. Go home, Ray.

PETE NATALE: Yeah, go home Ray. That's a good idea.

(She walks RAY to the door, talking quietly to him.)

CLAIRE: I'll see you tomorrow. We'll work on that stuff tomorrow afternoon, okay? Thank you.

(After CLAIRE closes the door, she stomps over to where PETE is standing, furious.)

CLAIRE: What the hell is wrong with you?

PETE NATALE: What's wrong with me?


PETE NATALE: What? Am I in the Twilight Zone here?
The kid's half naked. He's got scratches all over him.

CLAIRE: It's nothing, Pete. He's a student I am trying to help.

PETE NATALE: Yeah, help how? With his zipper?

(She looks like she's been slapped. Her voice gets quiet.)

CLAIRE: I think you should leave.


CLAIRE: You're drunk and you're angry, and I don't fight with angry drunks.

PETE NATALE: You want me to leave?

CLAIRE: Get out.

PETE NATALE: This looks bad, Claire. This looks real bad.

(He leaves the apartment, slamming the door behind him.)


VIVIAN: Did you get the boy's name, by any chance?

PETE NATALE: I don't know. Roy or Chuck or something.

VIVIAN: And you don't think she was just tutoring him?

PETE NATALE: Would you?


[Int: FBI offices - bullpen - day]

(MARTIN and VIVIAN sit across from each other at the conference table, looking through the school files.)

MARTIN: Okay. I've got thirty-six male students enrolled in her classes.

VIVIAN: All present and accounted for?

MARTIN: Hang on. You know, I hope this doesn't turn into another Letourneau.

VIVIAN: Oh, it happens. I remember my son had a crush on his eighth grade teacher.

MARTIN: Well, a crush is one thing.

VIVIAN: Yeah, that's what I thought, until I went to the school and she had a blouse on that I wouldn't wear for lingerie.

MARTIN: Seriously?

VIVIAN: Oh, yeah.

MARTIN: What'd you do about it?

VIVIAN: I told her to put some clothes on.

MARTIN: Good for you. Okay, we've got three boys absent from Woodley today and two of them were excused.

VIVIAN: And the one that wasn't?

MARTIN: Seaver. Raymond Seaver.

VIVIAN: Wait a minute. I've seen that name here a few times. (She scans through the computer.) Right, here it is, Ray Seaver. Now, Claire has him assigned the last three weeks for after school private tutoring.

MARTIN: How often?

VIVIAN: Every day.




[caption: 16 HOURS MISSING]

[Int: FBI offices - private office - day]

(JACK meets with RAY's parents, DENNIS and DR. PAMELA SEAVER.)

JACK: So you weren't aware that your son wasn't in school today?

DENNIS SEAVER: I barely look up from my desk until closing. I'm a broker and my wife's in cardiology at...

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: (cutting him off) It's no excuse, Dennis. We should have checked messages. Ah, we're up and out so early, Ray gets himself off to school every morning.

JACK: So the last time you saw him was when?

DENNIS SEAVER: Last night. Bedtime?


JACK: Does he ever talk about his algebra teacher, Claire Hunter?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Miss Hunter? What about her?

JACK: Well, we think that they may be having an inappropriate relationship.


DR. PAMELA SEAVER: You mean, sexual?

JACK: Unless you can think of a legitimate reason that they'd be spending time outside of school together.


DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Dennis, ah, the workshop. We were called into a parent-teacher conference a few weeks ago.


[Int: Prep School - classroom - day]

(CLAIRE meets with the SEAVERS at her desk.)

CLAIRE: Ray's grasp of complex equations is certainly advanced. Almost at a college level.


CLAIRE: That surprises you?

DENNIS SEAVER: Well, sort of. He's grades are always fairly good, but...

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: (interrupting) We sometimes worry that Ray is underachieving.

CLAIRE: Not when it comes to algebra. Which is why I wanted to ask you both about his day after school.

DENNIS SEAVER: What about it?

CLAIRE: Ray tells me you both work late?

DENNIS SEAVER: Well, most nights, yeah.


CLAIRE: Well, I volunteer a workshop after school. Advanced college prep. Ray's a perfect candidate.

DENNIS SEAVER: How many kids?

CLAIRE: It's a small group. Great kids. All gifted like Ray.


JACK: There is no small group. There's no workshop.

VIVIAN: She has him scheduled for private tutoring, but the school has no record of it. We think she's taking him home.

DENNIS SEAVER: Oh, my god.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Are you saying she's molesting our son?

JACK: We believe it's possible.


[Int: FBI offices - bullpen - day]

(DANNY catches up to SAMANTHA as she is walking through the bullpen. He has a picture of CLAIRE and RAY fueling up their car taken from a security camera.)

DANNY: Sam. We got a hit on the Amber Alert.


DANNY: They were at a gas station on the Freehold exit on the Jersey Turnpike at 11:30 last night. Headed south for a little romantic getaway.

SAMANTHA: There's nothing romantic about it.

DANNY: Hello? I'm kidding.

(They reach VIVIAN's desk.)

VIVIAN: Hey. When did Claire change her name from Harvey to Hunter?

DANNY: A year and a half ago.

VIVIAN: That's when she left her previous teaching job.


[Int: CLAIRE's previous school - hallway - day]

(DANNY talks with the school's principal, MRS. EVANS.)

MRS. EVANS: So you think she was having sex with a student?

DANNY: Unfortunately, it's starting to look that way, yes.

MRS. EVANS: Not the Claire Harvey I knew.

DANNY: Why don't you tell me about the Claire Harvey you knew.

MRS. EVANS: She was incredibly sweet. And so dedicated. Really knew how to make learning fun for the kids.

DANNY: If she was so dedicated, why'd she leave mid-semester?

MRS. EVANS: Nothing to do with any impropriety, I can tell you that. But I do think she had some personal problems.


[Int: CLAIRE's previous school - hallway - day]

(A man, CHARLES HARVEY, walks up and knocks on the door of CLAIRE's classroom, where she can been seen through the window in the door. She excuses herself and goes out into the hall, closing the door behind her.)

CLAIRE: What are you doing here?

CHARLES HARVEY: Hey. You look terrific. It's great to see you.

CLAIRE: You shouldn't be here.

CHARLES HARVEY: Seriously, have you lost a lot of weight? You look great.

(MRS. EVANS sees them talking as she walks down the hall.)

MRS. EVANS: Is there a problem?

CLAIRE: No, Mrs. Evans. He's leaving.

(CLAIRE turns to leave. CHARLES HARVEY grabs her arm.)

CHARLES HARVEY: Hey. Wait a minute.

CLAIRE: Get off of me.

CHARLES HARVEY: What did you expect me to do? I had to come down here. You wouldn't even answer my calls.

CLAIRE: You won't take a hint. I thought I made it clear I don't ever want to see you again.

MRS. EVANS: Sir, do I have to call security?

CHARLES HARVEY: No, no. I'm, uh, I'm going. For now.

(He gives CLAIRE a look, then turns and walks away.)

MRS. EVANS: You okay?

(CLAIRE swallows, then smiles up at MRS. EVANS.)

CLAIRE: Yes, I'm fine. Thank you.


DANNY: And how long after this happened did she quit?

MRS. EVANS: A week. Or two. She left a note with no forwarding address and when I tried to call her, her phone was disconnected.

DANNY: Mrs. Evans, why didn't you call the authorities?

MRS. EVANS: Now I wish I had, but you had to have known Claire. She wasn't the type to worry about. Like the way she handled that guy. Nobody ever pushed her around.

DANNY: Thank you.

[caption: 18 HOURS MISSING]


[Int: FBI offices - bullpen - day]

(SAMANTHA is reading a file on CHARLES HARVEY on her computer at the conference table. ELENA walks over to sit next to her.)

SAMANTHA: You ready for this? Claire's father.

ELENA: I thought her parents were dead.

SAMANTHA: Claire Hunter's parents are dead. This is Charles Harvey. Paroled 2004. Okay, former sergeant with the NYPD. Court record says that he was cleaning his service revolver, oh get this, when it went off accidentally and killed his wife.

ELENA: The jury bought that? I bet his fellow cops arriving at the scene didn't hurt his case.

SAMANTHA: Well, they didn't help too much. Because alcohol was a factor, he still got twenty years for manslaughter, of which he served fifteen.

ELENA: So Claire changed her name to get away from Daddy. Where is he now?

SAMANTHA: Parole board has his current address in Toms River, New Jersey.

ELENA: Do you have the surveillance photo that shows Claire and Ray pumping gas?

SAMANTHA: Yeah, got it right here. Freehold, New Jersey.

ELENA: Freehold?


(ELENA gets up, gets out a map and checks the location.)

ELENA: Let's see. Okay. That's three exits north of Toms River.

SAMANTHA: So, what? You think she was taking this kid to her father's?

ELENA: Hope not.




[caption: 19 HOURS MISSING]

[Ext: CHARLES HARVEY's residence - front porch - day]

CHARLES HARVEY: FBI? What the hell do you want?

JACK: It's about your daughter, Claire.


VIVIAN: Oh, come on, Mr. Harvey. We know all about you.

CHARLES HARVEY: You guys make me sick. Treat us like we work for you.

VIVIAN: Yeah, well, you're not a cop anymore.

JACK: Have you seen your daughter recently?


JACK: Okay, Charlie. We'll go with your question.

CHARLES HARVEY: Yeah, last night.

VIVIAN: Was she alone?

CHARLES HARVEY: No. She had some kid with her. I hardly noticed him, though, I was so shocked to see her.

VIVIAN: I'll bet, after eighteen months.

CHARLES HARVEY: And almost fifteen years before that.

VIVIAN: And what did she want?

CHARLES HARVEY: Nothing. Just to say hello.

JACK: Maybe your parole officer could job your memory.

CHARLES HARVEY: Alright, she had a few things she wanted to get off her chest.


[Ext: CHARLES HARVEY's residence - front porch - night]

CHARLES HARVEY: Where the hell have you been? You been hiding yourself?

CLAIRE: I can't believe you kept the place.

CHARLES HARVEY: You want to come in? I got some beers, I got soda.

CLAIRE: This isn't a social call, dad.

(She looks out to her car, where RAY is sitting in the front seat.)

CHARLES HARVEY: Then what is it? Who's the kid?

CLAIRE: He's a student of mine. I need you to do something for me dad.


CLAIRE: I want you to tell him what your anger cost you.

CHARLES HARVEY: Oh, come on. That thing that happened with your mother cost me fifteen years of my life, my children....

CLAIRE: What happened is that you took her life.

CHARLES HARVEY: You know I didn't mean it. I was drunk at the time.

CLAIRE: He has a situation at home, dad. An abusive situation. He won't let me tell the police.

CHARLES HARVEY: Won't let you?

CLAIRE: He trusts me. I won't mess with that.

CHARLES HARVEY: Oh, come on, Claire. He trusts you? He's fifteen years old.

CLAIRE: You know how long it took for me to trust people after what you did?

CHARLES HARVEY: Oh, now it's all back on me, huh?

CLAIRE: I need you to do this for me. Please. Help me. Help me show him what's at stake. I want him to see and hear firsthand what doing nothing about his father could lead to.

CHARLES HARVEY: Well, you came to the wrong place.

CLAIRE: Yeah, what was I thinking? That a pathetic drunken murder like you could ever help anybody.

CHARLES HARVEY: Son of a bitch!

(He throws the bottle he is holding against the wall. It shatters, showering glass everywhere. CLAIRE flinches, then walks down the porch steps.)

CHARLES HARVEY: Wait. Claire. I'm sorry.

(She turns back, looking at him with contempt.)

CLAIRE: Yeah, you sure are. But it's okay. I know you can't help it.


CHARLES HARVEY: And she's right too. I can't help it. I never could.

VIVIAN: Seems she saw her mother's death differently from how you saw it.

CHARLES HARVEY: Nah, she was just a kid then. I mean, her mother and me, we fought. Like married couples do. And, ah, Lydia was no walk in the park. Claire would not look the way she does if she was still around.

VIVIAN: I daresay you wouldn't be the man you are today if she was still around.

CHARLES HARVEY: We done here?

JACK: You bet, Charlie. Have a nice day.


[Int: Hospital - DR. SEAVER'S office - day]

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: I wish I could have cancelled my entire day. I can't tell you had difficult it's been to focus.

ELENA: I can only imagine.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: I don't really understand why you're here if you don't have my son.

ELENA: Well, we have to ask a few questions about your husband.


MARTIN: Has your, ah, has your husband ever been abusive to you or your son?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: No. Never. Look, if this woman is seducing my son, why are you asking me about Dennis?

MARTIN: Okay, Ray's blood type. Is it AB positive?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Yes. How do you know that?

ELENA: Because it's on a towel that we found in Claire Hunter's closet.

MARTIN: Someone made your son bleed the night they disappeared. If it wasn't Claire and you know who it was, now would be a good time to tell us.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: It was nothing. Just a one time thing.

MARTIN: Was it your husband?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: It was an accident. Ray had confronted him the day after I spoke to Miss Hunter.

ELENA: You spoke to her? When?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: The day before yesterday. She came to the hospital. We had almost this exact same conversation.


[Int: Hospital - DR. SEAVER's office - day]

(CLAIRE paces around the office, agitated.)

CLAIRE: The more I see of your son, Doctor, the more I am convinced of it.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: And I am telling you, my husband would never lay a hand on him.

CLAIRE: Ray denies it too, but I know the signs. He comes to school most mornings shaking like a leaf.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Oh, that's ridiculous. Look, Dennis may have to discipline Ray sometimes, but never like that.

CLAIRE: What about you? Has he disciplined you the same way?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Excuse me? That's a little too personal.

CLAIRE: I'm only doing it for Ray.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Well, thank you for that. But I'll take it from here. And believe me, if there's anything going on, which I'm sure it's not, I'll take care of it.

CLAIRE: You better, before I do.


DR. PAMELA SEAVER: I could see that she was serious, but I never dreamed that she would take Ray.

MARTIN: You still haven't told us how Ray got hit.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Really, it was nothing.

MARTIN: With all due respect, Doctor, when a kid gets hit, it's something. And it was enough to make him run off to find Claire that night.

(DR. SEAVER swallows, then sits down in a chair. MARTIN and ELENA sit down on a couch facing her.)

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: It was that same night. Dennis was, ah, we were fighting about something. What the teacher had said. And Ray tried to stick up for me. Dennis...it was just a bloody nose.

MARTIN: Where is Dennis now?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: I thought he was at home, but last I called he was out looking for Ray and the teacher. This whole thing has really gotten him in a novel state.

[caption: 22 HOURS MISSING]


[Int: FBI offices - bullpen - day]

(SAMANTHA sits at the conference table, talking on the phone.)

SAMANTHA: No, look, just stay where you are. We will come to you. Hello? Hello? Dammit.

(She hangs up the phone, frustrated. DANNY walks up behind her.)

DANNY: Who was that?

SAMANTHA: Dennis Seaver, Ray's dad.

DANNY: You reached him?

SAMANTHA: No, he reached us.

DANNY: What did he say?

SAMANTHA: That Ray called his cell phone five minutes ago from a motel in Hoboken. He wants Dennis to meet him there.

DANNY: Sounds like Claire's getting ready for a confrontation.

SAMANTHA: Well, with Ray in the middle, that would not be good.

(She picks up the phone and dials again.)

SAMANTHA: (on phone) Martin.


[Int: Hoboken - motel - night]

(MARTIN and VIVIAN burst into the motel room, weapons out. RAY is sitting on the bed. He stands up when they enter.)


VIVIAN: Ray. Put your hands where I can see them.

(RAY puts his hands up. MARTIN checks the rest of the room. It is empty.)

MARTIN: Clear.

VIVIAN: Where's Claire?

RAY SEAVER: Who are you?

(VIVIAN holsters her weapon and smiles at RAY.)

VIVIAN: I'm Vivian. And this is Martin. We're with the FBI.

MARTIN: What about your dad? Is he somewhere with Claire?


VIVIAN: Now, you know you've got to tell us the truth, right?

RAY SEAVER: I am. My dad's not here.


RAY SEAVER: This is all my fault.

VIVIAN: What do you mean?

RAY SEAVER: I just didn't know how to tell her. I mean, not until today.


[Int: Hoboken - motel room - day]

(CLAIRE sits on a chair at a table in the motel room, staring off into space.)

(RAY is asleep in the bed. He wakes up, causing her to turn in his direction.)


RAY SEAVER: How long have I been asleep?

CLAIRE: Most of the day. You hungry? I, ah, I got you a sandwich.

RAY SEAVER: Not really.

CLAIRE: Did my father scare you last night? I never should have taken you there. I only thought it would help you see how important it is that we deal with this.

(She gets up and moves to sit on the other bed, facing him.)

RAY SEAVER: I still don't want to.

CLAIRE: I know. It's why I've been thinking. I have to go to the police whether you want to or not.

RAY SEAVER: What? No, Claire, I told you. We can't.

CLAIRE: And we can't do nothing, Ray. I can't let him hurt you anymore.

RAY SEAVER: But it's not that bad, really.

CLAIRE: You have to stop saying that.

RAY SEAVER: What happened with your mother? You never told me how she died. Just she got shot and your dad say he didn't mean it.

(CLAIRE gets very quiet. She blinks and thinks before answering.)

CLAIRE: My father's a liar.

RAY SEAVER: Well, I know you say that, but...

CLAIRE: (interrupting) I don't want to talk about it.

RAY SEAVER: Well, too bad.

CLAIRE: Ray. I don't want to...

RAY SEAVR: (interrupting) No, Claire. You want me to take on my dad and you can't even talk about yours? Tell me.


[Ext: HARVEY residence - front yard - day]

(A young CLAIRE and her mom, LYDIA HARVEY, leave their house and walk out into the front yard, carrying a pan of cupcakes. They are smiling and laughing.)

CLAIRE: (v.o.)We were in the yard. My mom and I had made cupcakes. And my dad, well, my dad was in his usual place.

(A younger CHARLES HARVEY sits in a lawn chair in the front yard, watching a game on the tv. There are bottles strewn around his chair and he is cleaning his gun.)

CLAIRE: (v.o.) Drunk, screaming at a ballgame and angry. He was always so angry. He'd been passed over for a promotion a bunch of times and it was always someone else's fault. Mainly my mother's. I mean, the things he would say. Him calling her fat and stupid, just to make himself feel better.

(CHARLES HARVEY yells at LYDIA. CLAIRE cowers behind the picnic table, where they were decorating the cupcakes.)

CLAIRE: (v.o.) But she just took it, too, for a long time. That is, until he started in on me.

(LYDIA bends down in front of CLAIRE and wipes away her tears.)

LYDIA HARVEY: It's okay, baby. It's okay.

(LYDIA strides over and starts yelling back at CHARLES. She disconnects the tv. He stands up and slaps her.)

CLAIRE: For the first time, I saw my mother stand up to him. For the first and last time.

(CHARLES HARVEY lifts the gun and fires.)


CLAIRE: "It's okay, baby." Those were the last words she said to me.

(She abruptly wipes away her tears and becomes aware of RAY's reaction.)

CLAIRE: Hey. Hey, that's not going to happen to you, Ray. Your dad's going to get help.

RAY SEAVER: That's not my dad. He's not like that. Nothing like that.

CLAIRE: You've been saying that for days, and we just...

RAY SEAVER: Because it's not him!


(RAY starts to cry.)

RAY SEAVER: It's my mom. She's the one that beats me. She's the one who screams and punches and throws stuff. And my dad just takes it.

CLAIRE: (dumbfounded) Your mother?

RAY SEAVER: I've been too embarrassed to tell you the truth. But it's not him, it's her. It's my mom. She's the one that hits me. I'm sorry, Claire. Please don't be mad, okay?


VIVIAN: And did Claire get mad?

RAY SEAVER: No. Not at me.

VIVIAN: Then what happened?

RAY SEAVER: She sorta paced around the room awhile, kinda quiet. She was worried about leaving me alone. Then she told me to call my dad. That was about an hour ago.

MARTIN: So he hasn't been here? He's still on his way?

(DENNIS SEAVER appears in the doorway of the motel room.)

DENNIS SEAVER: No, I'm here.

RAY SEAVER: Dad. I'm sorry.

DENNIS SEAVER: It's okay, Ray. It's okay.

(DENNIS SEAVER pulls his son into a hug.)




[Int: FBI offices - private office - night]

DENNIS SEAVER: It got bad in the last year or so when Pam took over her department. She's a good woman. The work she does, the lives she saves.

MARTIN: Did you ever hear of the God complex?

DENNIS SEAVER: What about it?

MARTIN: Well, it's like this. Your wife's in control in the OR. But when things don't go her way at home, then...

DENNIS SEAVER: You have to understand that Pam's father pushed her and her brothers much harder than she's ever pushed Ray.

MARTIN: You're saying she was abused as well?

DENNIS SEAVER: They all were. And she wasn't the smartest in her family. It's the only way that she knows how to deal with things. And with the stress, the pressures at work, my job keeping me out of the house, and Ray. He's a great kid, he's just not that driven.

MARTIN: He's fourteen, Mr. Seaver. Fourteen. Give the kid a break. And I think it's time you stopped making excuses for your wife.


[Int: FBI offices - hallway - night]

(VIVIAN and JACK walk down the hallway toward the elevators.)

VIVIAN: The doctor's down in interrogation. She doesn't know we've found Ray.

JACK: Let's go talk to her.

VIVIAN: Sam and Danny found her at the hospital. The parking attendant said he heard a skirmish.

JACK: Was it with Claire?

VIVIAN: Well, she's denying everything.

JACK: So far.

VIVIAN: Hmm. Look, do you mind if I talk to her alone?

JACK: You want to or you need to?

VIVIAN: A little bit of both.

JACK: You okay?

VIVIAN: Not especially.

JACK: You going to be okay in there?

VIVIAN: I promise I won't hurt her.

JACK: Alright. Knock yourself out.

(VIVIAN gets onto the elevator alone.)


[Int: FBI offices - interview room - continuous]

(VIVIAN enters the interview room. DR. SEAVER is pacing around the room.)

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: What's going on here?

VIVIAN: Thanks for coming down, Pamela.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Your agents dragged me down here without so much as a word about my son.

VIVIAN: Your son's here.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Oh, my god. You found him?

VIVIAN: Yeah, he's upstairs with his father.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Well, can I see him?

(VIVIAN slides into a seat across from where DR. SEAVER is standing.)

VIVIAN: What? Are you not concerned that your son's been left alone with your abusive husband?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Well, like I told your agents, it was one time. Besides, it's a private family matter.

VIVIAN: Hmm. You know, I can't stop thinking about that riddle.


VIVIAN: You know the one. Um, father and son are in a car accident. The father's killed, the son gets taken to the hospital. The doctor takes one look at him and says I can't treat him, it's my son.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Because the doctor's the mother.

VIVIAN: That's right. Of course, you know it. But a lot of people get stuck. Just like Claire. When she realized that Ray was being abused, she automatically assumed it was his father. Which was fine by you, apparently.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: I want to see Ray. Now.

VIVIAN: You know, my childhood was no picnic, but I never used it as an excuse to beat my son.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: I want to see my son!

(VIVIAN looks calmly at DR. SEAVER, then speaks coldly.)

VIVIAN: Don't scream at me Pamela. I don't like it. Now, Ray and his father both tell the same story. Ray stood up to you and you punched him the face, like you have on many occasions.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: That is lie! But how did this become about me? That teacher kidnapped my son! You're not even looking for her.

VIVIAN: You think I like the fact she took your son? She needs help. But then, so do you. Now, I know that she was at the hospital. So what did she say and where did she go?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Like I told your agents, I don't...

VIVIAN: (interrupting) Don't tell me you don't know! Now what did she say and where did she go?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: I was leaving the office and she was there, waiting for me.


[Int: hospital - parking garage - night]

(DR. SEAVER walks out to her car. As she gets to the door, CLAIRE walks up behind her.)

CLAIRE: It was you.

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: What did you do with my son?

CLAIRE: What did you do with him?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Where is he?

CLAIRE: I came to you. I trusted you to take care of Ray, and you took care of him, alright, didn't you?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: I don't know what you're talking about.

(CLAIRE shoves DR. SEAVER up against her car. She raises her fist to hit her, but stops herself.)

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: Let go of me! Please don't hit me. Please don't hit me.

(CLAIRE sees her own reflection in the car window. She immediately back off, then turns and runs away.)


DR. PAMELA SEAVER: And that was it. She left. Your agents arrived a few minutes later.

VIVIAN: No idea where she was headed?

DR. PAMELA SEAVER: No. Now can I see my son?

(There is a knock at the door. VIVIAN gets up and walks over to open the door. As she leaves, she turns back.)

VIVIAN: I'm afraid he'd prefer not to see you.


[Int: FBI offices - hallway - continuous]

(JACK meets VIVIAN as she leaves the interview room.)

JACK: Call from the Jersey state police. Shots fired at Toms River.

VIVIAN: Claire's father?

JACK: It's his house.


[Ext: CHARLES HARVEY's residence - night]

(The house is surrounded by police cars. VIVIAN and JACK pull up to the scene. VIVIAN enters the house.)


[Int: CHARLES HARVEY's residence - continuous]

(As VIVIAN enters the front room, she sees the body of CHARLES HARVEY on the floor. There are bullet holes and blood spatter on the back wall.)

(VIVIAN continues in to the kitchen, where CLAIRE is standing off to one side. VIVIAN approaches her.)

VIVIAN: Claire? You alright?

CLAIRE: I guess.

VIVIAN: I'm Special Agent Johnson with the FBI.

CLAIRE: Did Ray's dad show up at the motel?

VIVIAN: Yeah. They're together.

CLAIRE: What about Ray's mom?

VIVIAN: She's at our office.

CLAIRE: Good. Good. I'm sorry I hit her. That's a problem of mine.

VIVIAN: I know. Now, is that why your dad's in there? Because of your problem?

CLAIRE: No. No. It's because of his.


[Int: CHARLES HARVEY's residence - night]

(CHARLES HARVEY sits at a table in the front room, drinking a beer from the bottle and looking at old pictures of his family. There are a few empty bottles already on the table. CLAIRE quietly comes in behind him.)

CLAIRE: Hey dad.

CHARLES HARVEY: Claire. Oh jeez, baby, you should have called.

(He stands up and begins clearing off the table.)

CLAIRE: No, dad, don't. Just leave it.

CHARLES HARVEY: You're not staying.

CLAIRE: I just...I asked you to do one thing for me last night, dad. But you just, you really can't, can you?

CHARLES HARVEY: Yeah, I can. Just not that. I just can't talk about it, okay?

CLAIRE: Because you know what you did.

(He looks at her sadly, then nods.)

CHARLES HARVEY: It's like you said. I just can't help it.

CLAIRE: I can't either. It's the part of you that's in me. Only I'm not going to let it ruin my life.


CLAIRE: Okay. You take care, though.

(CLAIRE puts on her coat and turns to leave. He calls after her.)

CHARLES HARVEY: Claire. I just thought, I hoped that after I'd done my time, that all might be forgiven. Even with you. That's why I kept this house. After all these years. For when you came back.

CLAIRE: I know.

(Seeing this as his only chance, CHARLES HARVEY moves as though to hug her. CLAIRE puts up her hands to stop him. He flinches. She looks at him as though to apologize, but doesn't know what to say. He tearfully nods to her.)

CHARLES HARVEY: Okay. It's okay.

(CLAIRE steps out of the house and walks down the porch steps. There is a gunshot from inside the house that stops her in her tracks.)


CLAIRE: All those years he was in prison. Just knowing he was alive gave me someone to blame for my life.

VIVIAN: Yeah, but because of what he did to you, you chose to help kids like Ray.

CLAIRE: And did I? Did I help Ray?

VIVIAN: Yeah, you did. Maybe not how I would have done it, but you did.

CLAIRE: How can I miss someone that I've wanted dead for so long?


[Int: FBI offices - bullpen - night]

(VIVIAN ushers CLAIRE into the bullpen and to a conference table. CLAIRE takes off her coat.)

(DENNIS SEAVER walks down the hallway past the bullpen with his arm around his son. CLAIRE looks up and watches them together. RAY nods to CLAIRE, then leaves with his father.)



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