Without a Trace (2002–2009): Season 2, Episode 18 - Legacy - full transcript

- Hey, I counted that.
- You did?

- Yeah, it's $1000.
- I just wanna make sure.

Fine.

- No, I'm keeping that.
- What for?

Is that for Sean? Martha...

- I'm trying to count.
- But I thought we had agreed...

- You're not doing him any good.
- I'm not doing him any good?

I'm the only real parent he has!

That's a new one.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
- No, it's fine.

You win.



Why don't you give me what's left
and I'll take it to the bank?

She came out of the back room...

and pretended like nothing happened,
but I could tell he was pissed.

- They argue a lot?
- Martha picks on him.

George is a really sweet guy
and Martha's tough.

Great, but tough.

I guess you have to be
when you run your own business.

Was George ever concerned
about carrying around all that cash?

Not that I could tell.
The bank's not too far from here.

I can't imagine what happened
to him when he was on his way.

- Martin.
- Excuse me.

- What's up?
- Check this out.

Looks like a piece of denim.

- It could be a sign of a struggle.
- Yeah.



What was George wearing that night?

Jacket, sweater and a pair of blue jeans.

Sam, I got a tooth.

If something violent went down here,
where's all the blood?

Maybe somebody cleaned it up.

We've been together over 20 years.

We got married right out of high school.

Are these the type of jeans
he was wearing when he went missing?

I don't know. He buys his own clothes.

Can I have the name and number
of your husband's dentist?

I'd like to compare George's
dental records...

with the tooth that we found in the salon.

No, he doesn't go very often.

- I don't remember his name. I'm sorry.
- Well, does he have a toothbrush?

It's back there. To the left.

- Excuse me.
- It's the blue one.

Thank you.

I understand that you and your husband...

were having an argument in the salon
the night he went missing.

Things have been a little tense
since he was laid off...

and he was helping out at the salon...

and we've been kind of getting
on each other's nerves.

This argument,
it was about your son, right?

- Is he having problems?
- No, Sean is 19.

He's not working, and isn't in college.

So George was worried about him.
That's all.

So the argument was about what? Money?

The gossips really
told you guys everything.

- Pretty much.
- The money was to fix his car.

And George was upset because...

he thought that we'd taken
care of all that, that morning.

Just sign for it, and I'll deal with it
when I get in. Okay, bye.

- Mom, come here.
- Yeah.

Check this out. If I had a car like this...

I wouldn't be bugging you for money
to fix the tranny in my Camaro.

You don't need a new transmission.
You need a job.

I was talking to Mom. Thanks, though.

- All right, Sean. How much do you need?
- About $1000.

We're gonna have to talk about that.

All right. Thanks, Mom.
You're the greatest.

- Okay, have a good day.
- Yeah.

- He needs to learn some responsibility.
- He's trying to pull it together, George.

- He had two interviews this week.
- Fine.

So, if he gets a job,
we'll loan him the money.

Fine.

But I changed my mind,
and George didn't like it.

And that was it.

Why weren't you the one to make
the missing person's call?

- No, I did.
- No, your son did.

No, I was standing right by him
when he was making the call.

Where is Sean now?

He's up in our condo in the Catskills
looking for his father.

George sometimes goes out there
when he needs to cool off.

Cool off? What does that mean?
He have a temper?

No, I meant when he needs to be alone.

This condo, what's the address?

Miss Wright, Danny Taylor. How are you?

- Yes, I see the resemblance.
- I was very clear with you on the phone.

Yes, but the parole board meeting
is in a few days, and I thought you might...

- I'm not willing to reconsider.
- Lf I can just go over the case.

Miss Wright, I'm very busy.
Thank you for coming in.

Your brother needs your help.
Just give me ten minutes.

Rafael's been making restitution
to the victim for three years.

Yeah, I saw. So, at $17 a week...

I guess that makes up for splitting
the guy's skull open.

Agent, Rafael's already served nine
years for this robbery.

Plus, two years for one before this,
and don't forget the 18 months...

- he served in juvie for possession.
- He's a different person now.

- What's this misconduct charge?
- A yard fight.

- 12 witnesses say the other guy started it.
- I'll bet.

If you have such a strong case,
what do you need me for?

Right now, Rafael's just a case number.

But if you can speak about how tough
life was for the two of you growing up...

anything to humanize him would help.

And it doesn't hurt
that I'm an FBI agent, does it?

Please don't come in here and ask me
to make excuses for my brother.

I stopped doing that a long time ago.

So, why was George laid off?

- He wasn't laid off. Who told you that?
- His wife.

He must have lied to her.

So why was he fired?

Sort of. More like a forced vacation.

Tell me about it.

All the years I've known him...

he's been a hard working, easy-going guy.

Never had a single complaint about him.
All of a sudden, I start hearing things...

like he's getting angry,
giving people a hard time.

He started coming into work
smelling like booze.

Then a couple weeks ago,
he got into it with a couple of guys.

- So I got a date with Veronica tonight.
- Veronica? With the rack?

- Veronica with the rack.
- Get out of here.

$50 says she goes for my jack in the box.

You're on. Count me in, too.

- What about you, George? You want in?
- No, I'm not in.

- Come on.
- I said, "no".

What's the matter? You jealous?

He's just not getting enough at home.

- Okay, what did you just say?
- Come on, George.

I'll let you watch if you want.

After that, I told him
to take a couple weeks off...

sort out whatever was bothering him.

He said, "Forget it."
He wasn't coming back.

Was there bad blood between them
after that?

No, that whole thing blew over.

These guys are buddies.
Everybody misses George.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's up? You lose your razor?

It's nothing. I overslept.

One of my neighbors threw a party.
It kept me up all night.

All right. We hear anything from
the guys from Livingston?

No sign of George at the condo...

and the police said it looked
like nobody's lived there for a while.

- What about the son?
- We haven't found him.

Okay, I got more on the tooth.

It's an incisor
with a healthy piece of gum attached.

Forensics said it would take
a pretty forceful impact to knock it out.

- Was it George's?
- It's inconclusive from his dental records.

We're waiting on DNA from the gum.

- So we tracked down the dentist.
- Finally.

How could his wife not know
who his dentist is?

I'd say that marriage has done
some pretty hard yards.

Apparently, he drinks and has a temper.
At least, recently.

- Fitzgerald.
- What's up with him?

- Don't know.
- Call Viv.

If George drinks,
I wanna know who with and where.

Jack, the son's here.
They're sending him up right now.

- He's here?
- Yeah.

I went upstate to check.

I called my mom
and she said you were looking for me.

So, I drove back to the city.
I thought it'd be faster.

Any reason you felt the need to go there...

right after we were called in
on your father's case?

It struck us as kind of odd that
you would leave town...

as soon as the FBI showed up.

- Hey, I'm the one who called you guys.
- Then why not let us handle it?

I wanted to make sure he wasn't swinging
from a ceiling beam or something.

You think he went somewhere
to kill himself?

- No.
- Is he depressed?

He lost his job.
He was pretty down about that.

- Did his behavior change?
- No, not really.

Did he lose his temper or hit you?

- No way.
- He hit your mother?

My dad wouldn't hurt a fly.

- Does he drink?
- Sometimes. Not really.

Any idea where he might go
to get a drink?

- He doesn't hang out at bars or anything.
- Do you?

I'm 19.
My neighborhood is strict about that.

- How's your transmission?
- What?

It's a long drive to the Catskills
with a bad transmission, isn't it?

Yeah, I mean, it's a little ragged, but...

I mean, I'm gonna get it fixed soon, so...

Right.

Stick around.

- What can I get you, ladies?
- Special Agent Spade.

How about a conversation
about George Stanley?

I got a lot of Georges that come in here.
You got a picture?

I certainly do.

Yeah, sure.
He comes in here pretty regularly.

Big drinker?

No, not really.
Comes in for the company, mostly.

Although lately,
he's been tying them on pretty good.

- When was the last time you saw him?
- Let's see. Must have been...

two nights ago.

Do you know what time?

Came in a little after 6:00.
Left around 8:00.

Spent most of his time
talking to a woman.

- I think her name's Adina.
- Adina. Who's Adina?

I can't tell you much about her.
But they do hang out here a lot together.

Do you remember
anything unusual about that night?

Yeah, they had a bit of a spat.

George, what are you doing?
Hey, come on, George.

Hey, where're you going?

George, what're you doing? Come on!

- Then he just got up and left.
- Ever seen them fight before?

No, not that I can remember,
although I do know she's married.

Billy, how about another beer?

- Excuse me a minute.
- Go ahead.

It sounds like George is having an affair.

Maybe his wife found out
and got rid of him.

Or Adina's husband.
He was following him...

waited till George was alone,
hit him back at the salon.

Let's get a description
of this Adina woman.

I found this 911 call
in the Stanley's phone records.

You're gonna wanna hear it. Go ahead.

- 911. What is your emergency, please?
- My mom 's bleeding. We can't stop it.

- That's Sean.
- Where is she bleeding from?

Everywhere! There's blood everywhere!

Hello, sir?

- She's fine. We don't need the police.
- That's George.

No, she's bleeding all over the place,
Dad, and it's your fault!

Sir, stay calm.
We've got a paramedic on the way.

- Please stay on the line.
- She's hurt really bad.

- Hang up the phone!
- She needs help!

- George, stop it!
- Hello?

- That's it.
- Is anyone there?

All right, thanks.

Dispatch gave us the address...

but, we didn't know
what the emergency was.

- We ran on a blind.
- And what'd you find when you got there?

A lot of blood. That lady needed help.

Ma'am, do you wanna file a report?

No.

It's your fault.
Maybe you should do something.

Look, if you're too scared to file a report...

we can do it
at the ER with the police present.

No, there's nothing to report.

I'm fine. Really, I'm fine.

- Mom, are you okay?
- Yes, Sean, I'm okay.

Why don't you go out?
Go, be with your friends, all right?

- No, I wanna stay.
- No.

In your opinion...

would you say that this was
a case of domestic abuse?

The way the wife refused to report,
father and son fighting like that...

In my experience? Yeah. No doubt.

Mrs. Stanley, I heard the 911 tape.

Your husband's missing,
I need your cooperation.

Oh, that? That was just an accident.

We spoke to the paramedic.

According to him, your husband
may have caused the accident.

- No, he didn't.
- Has he ever hit you?

- George would never hit me.
- Are you sure?

I think I'd know if my husband hit me.

Yeah, I guess you would.

My dad has never laid a hand on her.

Not one time, even when your mom
really pissed him off?

- My dad doesn't get pissed off.
- Really?

Because I heard him on that 911 tape,
and he sounded pissed off to me.

I've never even seen him touch her,
not even nicely.

- Do you know a woman named Adina?
- No.

But George would never cheat on me.

- How would you know?
- 'Cause he's not that kind of man.

He drinks with her at the Gold Cup
on a regular basis.

- I don't believe it.
- You think your mom knew about it?

He wouldn't cheat on her.

Why don't you tell me about the fight?

It was just a stupid argument.
It was nothing.

Then why were the paramedics there?

My parents had just gotten back
from the grocery store.

I was in the living room watching TV.

Sean asked for a glass of orange juice.

I couldn't find any, so, I asked George...

if he'd picked it up
when we were at the market.

- You didn't say we needed orange juice.
- It was on the list.

You did not tell me we that needed it.

I did tell you we needed orange juice.
It was on the list.

I read the list to you.

Evidently, he forgot,
but he wouldn't admit it.

They started going at it.

Dad asked why she was making
such a big deal out of it.

Mom asked why she always
has to do everything.

How can I admit that I forgot something
when I didn't know about it?

I hate when you do that. I really hate it.

I didn't wanna talk about it anymore.
I told him to drop it.

- Let's just drop the whole thing.
- Calm down.

The next thing I knew,
I heard the sound of glass breaking.

Honey, just let me...

Oh, God! Holy...

- Hold it. Come here.
- My God!

- Mom, are you okay?
- Yes, Sean...

- Dad, what'd you do?
- Will you get a towel?

- Sean...
- No, I'm calling 911.

- Sean, get off the phone!
- Hello, operator?

- Sean, get off the phone!
- It's my mom.

- She's bleeding. We can't stop it.
- I'm all right.

- She's bleeding everywhere. I don't know.
- Get off the phone!

Just shut up, Dad!
She's bleeding all over the place!

Operator? Hello?

We all sort of lost it that day.

But it wasn't a domestic violence
kind of thing.

Sounds like they had the same story.

Yep.

There's something about this family.

It sure ain't love
that's keeping them together.

Yes. Yeah, thank you.

The man that George had a fight
with at work, his alibi checks out.

I found the woman
he was drinking with at the bar.

Her name's Adina Pappas.

She's a receptionist
at a real estate agency.

She's on her way in.

- I got a call from Security. What's up?
- Yeah, your family's here.

My family?

Hi, can I help you guys?

My name is Sylvia Marquez.
I'm your brother's fianc?e.

And this is our son, Nickie.

Rafi and I met nine years ago.
It was a few months before his trial.

So, he's actually told you
that he wants to marry you.

Yes, after he gets out.

- You mean, after you help him get out?
- Yes.

Does he have any plans?

How does he plan to support a family?

My brother's offered him
a job in his garage.

I mean, Rafi's really good with cars.

I remember
Rafi being really good at stealing cars.

- You don't know him.
- Oh, I do. I know him very well.

When we first met,
he never even told me he had a brother.

I think it hurt him
to remember your family.

Poor Rafi. You know what?

That explains why he got into smack...

and started knocking
over liquor stores to pay for his habit.

Yeah, he told me about your father.

- What about my father?
- Are you gonna help my poppy get home?

Uncle Danny's busy. Let's go.

He told me if he gets out soon,
he can coach my soccer team.

Look, Nickie, I'm sorry, buddy...

but I don't think
I'm gonna be able to help you guys.

Just so you know,
he didn't ask me to come.

He doesn't even know I'm here.

Just, so you know, he made a choice,
and I made mine.

Sometimes in life
you have to face who you are.

That's why I'm proud of Rafi,
because he has.

But I wonder about you.

Come on, Nickie. Let's go.

I met him about a year ago.
He came into the bar.

- Looked like he needed someone to talk to.
- And...

I'd just gotten separated
from my husband.

He seemed pretty lonely.

- All you did was talk?
- Yep.

- About what?
- Everything.

Life, marriage, politics.

It's called friendship.
It's like therapy for poor people.

The night he went missing...

you know why he left the bar,
what he was so upset about?

I don't know.

It was weird, though.

We were just sitting there,
talking about his son...

I hear him on the phone.
It's like he's making deals.

I don't know if it's gambling or drugs.

These so called friends
he's hanging around with...

I'm not sure they're really friends,
if you know what I mean.

- Did you talk to him about it?
- I tried, but we don't connect.

Sometimes, I look at him
and I see that little boy...

who used to hold my hand
when he was crossing the street.

And now, he can't look at me
without sneering.

Thank God he's not still holding your hand.
Then you'd have real problems.

- Here's your second round, kids.
- Hey, thanks, Billy.

So, what does Martha say?

Do I know you?

No, I don't think so.

- Then stop looking at me.
- Hey.

- George, what're you doing?
- I gotta go.

Come on, George, talk to me.

Talk to me! George!

He looked so agitated and angry.
Pent up or something.

Do you know who the man was?

- No, I'd never seen him before.
- Sam.

Excuse me.

I just got off the phone with NYPD.
We got a body.

Go home, folks. The show's over.

Hey.

- We get anything off the body?
- It's pretty badly burned. Go ahead.

A couple of homeless guys
who live down here started a fire.

It got out of control.

They noticed an odor, and found the body
in one of the trash boxes.

Look at this. He's missing his incisor.

The body was so badly burned,
there was no prints left on it.

We sent some tissue samples to forensics.
We're just waiting for some results.

- I guess we're back to dental.
- Looks like it stopped snowing.

What about this guy that spooked George
at the bar? Anything on that?

It could have been one of Sean's
so called friends, not a good bunch.

I ran the credit card receipts
from the bar...

and I had Adina Pappas look
at some mug shots. So far, nothing.

According to the NYPD...

there was a DUI checkpoint
a couple of blocks away from the bar.

Get the photos of all the people
that were stopped from the DMV...

and show them to your friend Adina.

I looked into the Stanley's
old medical records.

It turns out that Martha was admitted to
the Saint Andrew's ER, eight years ago...

with strangulation marks
around her neck...

bruises on both arms,
a black left eye and a mild concussion.

And it says that
she was sexually assaulted.

All my years on the force,
it was one of the worst ones I've seen.

She was in really bad shape that night.

Anything about the husband
make you suspicious?

He acted like any guy in that situation.

His wife had been raped
and he didn't know how to help her.

Is there anything you remember?
Did he have a scar, an accent, anything?

- No, nothing.
- Take your time.

I didn't see anything. It was too dark.

Was there anyone else home
who might have seen him?

No, I was alone.

So, you got home and you found her?

Yeah, I was working late.

Got home around 11:00.

- And what about your children?
- My son was out.

He was at a friend's.

Why don't I have the nurse come in
and do the rape kit...

and we can get that out of the way.

You can't.

- I took a shower already.
- That's okay.

Let's try, we've to get something.

No, I don't wanna do that.

- But the evidence is very important.
- I'm not pressing charges.

- I understand this is very difficult...
- Oh, please.

Please, I just wanna go home.

George!

Look, everybody goes through
something in their life...

and I just decided to move on.

Put it behind me. So...

Could you take a seat, Mrs. Stanley?

Please.

I have to ask you a difficult question.

Was your husband the one who raped you?

No!

- How can you even ask that?
- Sorry, I had to.

Do you think what happened to you
had an adverse effect on Sean?

Sean doesn't know anything about it.
No, we didn't tell him.

We think Sean might have a serious drug
or gambling problem, Mrs. Stanley.

Sean does not have
a drug or gambling problem.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- From what we can gather...

your husband was seriously concerned
that Sean was hanging around...

with some pretty questionable people.

He may have spotted one of them
in the bar the night he disappeared.

I don't know who that could've been,
and I really would prefer it...

if you just leave Sean out of this...

because we have been through
quite a lot here.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Special Agent Danny Taylor.
I'm with the FBI.

I should be on the visitor's list.

I'm here to see inmate 43990.

- Here we go. Rafael Alvarez?
- That's right.

Danny Taylor.

When the guards told me,
I almost didn't know who it was.

I've been getting a lot of visits lately, Rafi.

From your lawyer, your fianc?e...

even your son.

- You saw Nickie?
- Yeah, that was a nice touch.

You really did a good job
of fooling them, didn't you?

- Whatever, man.
- Let me ask you a question.

How does a guy like you
get to be a father, huh?

- What'd you come down here for?
- You asked me to testify.

- I figured I'd see what I'm testifying for.
- I didn't ask you for that.

I didn't ask you for nothing.

- No?
- It was my lawyer's idea.

I told her, "no".
She must've sent Sylvia to see you.

I got a good record, and
I'm gonna get out of here.

- I don't need your help.
- And then what?

You'll be back in here
in six months, like last time.

That was then.
I got a lot more riding on it this time.

Why?
Because you're a family man now, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Why weren't you a family man
when I was 14 years old...

and Mom and Dad were dead?
Where was that family man?

In the room next door, sticking needles
in his arm, remember that?

- Family man.
- Man...

You got no idea what I did for you.

You're right.
I got no idea what you did for me.

- You don't even remember.
- No.

You don't remember about Poppy?

Rafi, you're still blaming stuff on Poppy?

What's that? What is this?

It's a cut that I got
when I put my hand through...

It's a lie! That was Mom's story.

Let go of my arm, Rafi.

Dad came home, drunk,
screaming about something.

You woke up, and you walked right into it.
He cut you with a beer bottle.

You were five years old.

I don't believe you.

Yeah, he's dead, she's dead.
It doesn't matter what you believe.

But our poppy was a bastard.
And he was a mean drunk.

And I spent ten years
between his fist and your pretty face.

I should've been around later.

I know, I'm sorry.

But, Danny,
don't say I wasn't there for you.

I still don't believe you.

- Guard.
- Yeah, you do.

- Hey, Viv?
- Yeah.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

The Reyes case. Are you okay about that?

- We're fine, Martin. It's behind us.
- That's not what I meant.

I meant, are you okay...

with the shooting part.

As much as I can be.

All right.

Martin, what's going on?

I don't know.

I mean, I thought I was over it.

I really did, but lately it's been...

It's not just the shooting.

It's everything.

You put it in a box, and you file it away.
It's part of the job.

Agent Johnson?

- Yeah.
- This is the guy from the bar.

- You sure?
- Positive.

His name's Ray Logan.

He did time in Massachusetts for breaking
and entering and drug dealing.

He completed parole,
and now he's off the grid.

We have an address?

Just an old one from his PO.
No forwarding.

We have a preliminary report
from forensics on the body.

It appears that there's heroin
on the right femur.

He was carrying it in his pocket.

- I've never heard of a Ray Logan.
- Come on, Sean.

- We know that the guy's your drug dealer.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

How's that transmission?
You get it fixed yet?

There's nothing wrong
with your transmission.

The reason your father didn't wanna
give you the money...

is because he knew you'd spend it
on what you always do.

Drugs.

Your dad saw Logan at the bar
the night he went missing.

And he probably confronted him
about you and your drugs.

And now one of them is dead,
and it might be your father.

Do you hear that?

Do you know what they do
to guys like you in prison?

You wouldn't survive one minute, pal.

Now, why don't you quit
holding out on us?

My colleague is absolutely right.

You do not wanna experience
the joys of prison.

Now, I suggest
that you cooperate with us.

My dealer's name is Daryl Wyeth.

I don't know any Logan.

Then who's this?

- Oh, my God.
- What?

What is it?

This is him.

This is who?

He raped my mother.

It was my fault.

My dad told me to lock up that night,
and I forgot.

I left that door open.

It was my fault.

You know, I don't get this family.

The son witnesses his mom
getting raped...

never mentions it to his parents...

and his parents never mentioned it to him.

Or to each other, apparently.

And the father lies to the police...

and lets the man
who raped his wife go free.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

Whatever happened
in that hospital room eight years ago...

for whatever reason,
they both wanted to pretend...

the whole thing never happened.

I guess that's what
they had to do to survive.

Yeah, I guess.

Listen to this.

One of the ladies at the salon
just ID'd Ray Logan.

Says he works check out
at Caravan Foods.

Caravan Foods.

That's where George and Martha fought
the night she cut her arm.

He's probably the reason they fought.

Then, the night George disappears,
he sees Logan, again, at the bar.

I'll bet you anything that
that tooth we found is Logan's.

No, it's his. Daryl Wyeth.
Sean's drug dealer.

His dental records match perfectly
with the charred body.

I bet he was selling him drugs.

- You think Sean killed him?
- No, I think George did it.

He comes face to face
with his wife's rapist.

When he goes back to the salon...

he finds this guy selling his kid
drugs and he loses it.

And now he's on the run.

This is our agent Fitzgerald,
he'll be sitting in.

Please sit.

We asked you to come in here because,
during the course of our investigation...

we came across some information
that we felt we should share with you.

Please, anything.

As you may or may not know,
we have been interviewing your son.

And he told us everything
that happened to you...

and your family eight years ago.

No, Sean doesn't, he doesn't know.

Your son knows. He saw everything.

He was even able to positively ID
your attacker for us.

Oh, my God.

The day the paramedics came out
to your house...

the fight was about Ray Logan, right?

He didn't even know who I was.

We were at the market, and there he was.

Bagging groceries
like nothing ever happened.

He didn't even recognize us.

He didn't even know who we were!

George and I didn't talk about it,
instead, we had a fight over orange juice.

I can't imagine what it's been like for you
and your husband for the last eight years.

But we need your full cooperation.
We need you to tell us the truth.

Now, we know that your husband...

saw Ray Logan at the bar the night
he went missing.

It's possible seeing the man
who attacked you...

may have pushed him over the edge.

We also know that your husband
missed the bank...

and so went back to the salon to deposit
the money back in the safe.

And when he got there, he saw a man,
Daryl Wyeth, selling drugs to your son.

We believe your husband killed that man.

I can't say that I wouldn't have done
the same thing if I were your husband.

It wasn't George.

It was me.

Sean needed some money...

to pay this drug dealer...

or else he was gonna hurt him...

and I said that I'd take care of it.

Like always.

$60, $80, $800. Good night and goodbye.

I don't want my son to see you again.

Then you better teach him
to just say, "no".

Okay, you can leave now.

Sean never said he had such
a good-looking mother.

You can get out.

You smell good, too, you know that?

Martha, no! Martha, stop it!

- Stop it, sweetheart, stop it.
- No!

All right, just stay.

Look, listen to me.
This is what's gonna happen.

All right, you're gonna go home.

You'll clean yourself up and get in bed...

and you're not gonna talk
to anybody about this.

I am gonna handle this. All right?

Where do you think
your husband went after that?

He was supposed to come straight home.

I don't know where he is.

Sean knows nothing about any of this?

No, none of it.

Can I talk to him?

Sure.

Right now, there's one of two options.

Either he ran away, or...

Or he went to take care
of some unfinished business.

Yeah.

Logan, open up. FBI!

- I got one down.
- Clear.

Got another one down.

- Somebody check the back room.
- Got it.

Clear.

Clear.

George.

I just wanted it to end.

- Somebody call a paramedic.
- Yeah, got it.

We're gonna get you some help, okay?
Just hang tight.

Sam, wanna come to the hospital?

Get a full statement out of George.

Martin, would you stay with Viv,
wrap this whole thing up?

- Sure.
- Great.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

That completes the testimony
of witnesses for the State of New York...

in the matter of inmate 43990,
Rafael Alvarez.

Before the board
renders its final decision...

does the defense have
any more witnesses...

who will be testifying
on behalf on the inmate?

Yes, they do.

My name is Special Agent Danny Taylor.
I'm with the FBI Missing Persons Unit.

I'm here to testify on behalf
of Rafael Alvarez...

my brother.