Cyberstalker

(phone rings)

Emergency 9-1-1, may I help you?

MOM:
Yes, my daughter is being

stalked online and we need help.

Yes ma'am. Please stay calm.

I'll transfer you to a detective who can

help you with this matter.

DETECTIVE PAGE:

Page here.

Can you please explain to me what's

going on and I'll try to help.

MOM:
Yes, um, I'm Michelle

Ashley and there's this guy

who's been emailing my daughter, trying

to get her to send pictures and...

and to meet him.

And now he's calling our house

and he's saying sick

things on our answering machine

and it needs to stop.

DETECTIVE PAGE:
The first thing that you

need to do is to keep your daughter offline.

No emailing, no social networking.

Completely offline.

Now if she's offline,

he won't be able to find her.

That's the safest thing to do.

(weeps)

(music box tune playing)

(breathing heavily)

(sighs)

DAD:

Oh, you know what... guess what Aiden?

I'm going to be chaperoning

at your dance next week.

AIDEN:

Oh, God.

MOM:

Won't that be fun?

AIDEN:
It's just not cool to

have your dad at the dance.

You don't do it.

MOM:

Oh your dad is cool. Aren't you, honey?

DAD:
You know I wore gold chains and

danced with your mother all the time?

AIDEN:

Dad, this is '99 not '79.

DAD:

Hey... I'm still cool though, right?

I mean... Aren't I?

AIDEN:
You are not chaperoning

my dance next weekend.

Seriously, (laughs)

am I that embarrassing

to be seen with in public?

-Yes.

-Yes.

Well, I used to be cool.

(weeps)

Dad, are you locking people in or out?

Sweetheart, I'm a dad.

I do dad things.

I think you'll understand that when

you have kids of your own.

Just stay off the computer.

STALKER:

(breathing)

You know honey, I've been thinking,

seriously.

I, uh, really miss those days when chest

hair and gold chains ruled the beach.

(laughs)

Yeah, you were something.

No, you were something.

Oh yeah.

STALKER:
Hey, I was hoping

to catch you, I'll try back.

See, it's him again.

STALKER:

I guess you're out.

I'm thinking of you.

Are you avoiding me?

I need to see you.

You know that I love you, right?

She's never even met you!

Sweetheart, it's OK.

Shh. Just calm down, okay?

We are safe here.

Why doesn't it feel like it?

AIDEN:

I love you?

Miss you?

Oh, gross.

This guy is sick.

DAD:
Aiden we've got Thai food

here, come on down and eat.

STALKER:

(breathing)

I mean Detective Page

says it's pretty serious.

Right, you know what I think?

Come here honey.

I think we are gonna get through this.

We have Detective Page standing by

and he's just a phone call away.

MOM:

(sighs)

Sweetheart, it's OK.

AIDEN:

Hey, mom, I'm not really hungry.

MOM:
Aiden, honey... you

need to eat something.

You're not on that computer,

are you?

(sighs)

Hang on...

Oh, Aiden.

Aiden, why is the window open?

I don't know.

Cause someone opened It.

Very funny.

Well make sure you close it

before you go to bed, okay?

Listen, honey, don't worry

about anything, okay?

It's all gonna be all right.

You just...

get some sleep.

And stay off the computer.

Look at this.

He's been here...

tonight. Look.

Our phone number, our security

access codes...

Oh my God.

All right, call 9-1-1, I'm gonna call

Detective Page from the office phone.

(phone ringing)

MOM:

Yes, we've had a break in.

ls the intruder still there?

MOM:

No, not that I can see.

you to stay calm. ls anyone hurt?

MOM:
No, but I need you to send

someone to 1 Myrle Avenue right now.

Oh no he's still here.

I can hear...

I can hear him outside.

I think he's...

I think he's coming...

(screaming)

Michelle?l

There's a police cruiser in the area...

MOM:

He just crashed through the window!

I think he's in the house right now, help!

(screaming)

Ah.

Oh.

Ah.

(grunting)

Dad?

STALKER:

Aiden.

AIDEN:

(screaming) Argh!

(crying)

No!

(police sirens wailing)

STALKER:

Argh!

AIDEN:

(screams)

(screaming)

It's Okay, Aiden.

It's Detective Page.

Aiden, it's Detective Page. I got ya.

It's okay. You're okay.

(sobbing)

Okay. Okay.

There you go.

What you readin?

New cold case of mine, double murder.

Thirteen years.

Still haven't been able to close it.

(sigh)

There's somethin' I'm missin'.

I'm thinkin' a hair piece and maybe some

deodorant to start with.

(sigh)

No?

All right, any solid witnesses, suspects,

survivors?

No.

Well yeah, one survivor, but she

completely disappeared...

untraceable.

No address, bank accounts, credit cards,

cell phones, no nothin'.

She's a ghost.

(typing)

We've turned over every rock and

exhausted every lead tryin' to find her.

She's in deep hiding, poor kid.

Take a look at this.

What?

ls that her?

Where'd you find that?

That's technology.

No, no, no, no, she wouldn't have setup

a profile page under her own name.

She's, she's untraceable for a reason.

That killer's still out on the streets.

I'm tellin' you this is not her doing.

That's tech.

It updates much quicker

than your Flintstone files.

It's unbelievable.

He's stalking her again.

You're gonna want to trace the IP

and get in touch with the server.

Okay.

We gotta bring in the computer guy,

immediately,

so we can find her

before he does.

STALKER:

Detective Bonham.

You must be one of Philadelphia's finest.

So where do you think I am, detective?

It's a bad day for me, being the

anniversary.

I mean, 13 years to the day,

and look at me...

no family, nothing.

Living in hiding under a fake name.

I mean who the hell am I?

I'm just as dead as they are.

OK, Aiden, stop.

I know, it's just so hard.

First thing, you can't hide here

with all your paintings every day

and expect to get any better.

You say you want to meet

new people, but...

I'm trying.

No matter what I do, it's always there.

No matter how I try to distract myself...

it's built into me.

It's killing me.

You're an artist.

By definition, you need to reach out

to other people.

Experience the world around you.

Your art is the vehicle to do that.

So begin there, paint the starting line

and I'm guessing that you

might have an actual relationship

with something other than

a piece of canvas.

What do you say?

Forward march?

(laughs) You know, if you ever meet

Tony Robbins, you should marry him.

(laughs)

I am so sorry, I've gotta go.

I've got a patient.

Hey, thanks.

And I'm sorry I'm such a head case.

You're a great therapist.

I mean, you've really helped me

the last few years.

Tell you what, if you put the past behind

you, all your days will be good days.

Thanks Mrs. Tony Robbins.

(laughs)

Bye...

Quite captivating.

What's it called?

Lilacs Untouched.

Shall I wrap it up to go,

or would you prefer we ship it?

His pushiness grows on you.

Genius sells itself.

When I first saw her work,

I said to myself

"this person gets me in a way

that no one else ever has."

Everyone who meets her...

she just has this effect on people.

They all fall in love with her.

And how could you not love her?

(sighs)

Aiden is my most important discovery.

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