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-Hey, is Molly with you?

-No. Why?

I came home last night and she wasn't there

and she didn't leave a note.

Oh, sh*t.

You don't think she slipped, do you?

Do you think she's drinking?

Uh, no. I'm at the police station,

so I'll call you back.

She's not with her boyfriend.

That's because she might have

two of them. Did you ever think of that?

Look, Jill, why don't you just go home?

Get some sleep?

I'll sleep when he's dead.

She's not going to

go looking for him, is she?

Don't worry. She won't find him.

He doesn't exist.

POWERS:
This time last year,

a few days after Easter,

a hiker spots Jill at the north end

of Forest Park.

She's covered in mud,

about half froze to death,

screaming about how some guy broke

into her house, snatched her out of bed,

threw her down a hole

out in the woods someplace.

Homicide was called in because

she said she wasn't the only one,

that there were human remains down there.

So, of course, we throw everything at it,

search teams, dogs,

aerial units, the whole nine.

And guess what? Nothing.

No hole, no scene at all at the house.

Tests come back on Jill.

No defensive wounds.

No sign of sexual contact,

no foreign DNA of any kind.

And she can't ID the guy at all.

I mean, all day in a hole,

she never once saw the guy's face?

And then she's got this mental history.

A couple of years back,

she lost both of her parents

within a few months of each other.

She ends up in a psych ward

on a suicide watch. Understandably.

We start poking holes in her story,

and she flips out.

We had to ship her off to St. Joseph's

on an involuntary commit.

They held her for a couple of months.

-Oh, man.

-Yeah. But she stuck with her story.

And now every time a girl goes missing,

she thinks it's her guy

and she's in here breaking my balls.

She could always move in with me.

I like them a little crazy.

You want to work with me, Hood?

Get your mind right.

If you want to chase split-tail,

then go be a firefighter. You feel me?

Yes, Sir.

All right.

-Hi.

-Any word from Molly yet?

-No. I would have...

-I checked her gym. She hasn't been there.

So now I'm thinking one of her friends from

econ class dragged her off to a study group.

-In her pajama top and boxer shorts?

-Maybe she took a change of clothes.

-But all of her books are here.

-And you're sure this is all of them?

Well, no, but...

If I can find a class list,

I can call some of the other students.

Uh, I would check her desk.

Right.

Man, she's organized.

I told the cops that

she'd never leave without telling me,

but they didn't really care.

Here we go.

-What time's her final?

-Noon.

Okay. Well, if I don't find her,

I'll go to the exam, see if she shows up.

Okay.

And you're positive

she didn't go out drinking, right?

Yeah. Aren't you?

What's that?

You said she was still wearing them.

-Different ones.

-But those are the only pair she has.

No, she has another pair that's off-white

with blue stripes and the same flowers.

-What?

-I've only seen just those.

But I know what she was wearing, Billy.

-They have blue stripes on them, Billy.

Mrs. Cermak, I was wondering

if you could help me with something.

You haven't said one word to me

since the day you moved in,

and now you want my help?

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be unfriendly. I just...

I'm a pretty private person.

What is it, dear? What's the matter?

My sister, Molly, she disappeared

while I was at work last night, and I just...

I was just wondering if you had heard

something. It was after 11:00, maybe.

Oh, good Lord.

I'm sound asleep by 10:00.

So is Herb.

We're dead to the world at that hour.

Okay.

Have you called the police?

Yeah. They don't care.

Well, you know who I would talk to?

I would talk to Conrad Reynolds over there.

He's up all night. He hasn't slept a wink

since his wife died,

and that was 12 years ago now.

Okay.

But be careful. He's real squirrelly.

-Thank you.

-Mmm-hmm.

What do you want?

Hi, Mr. Reynolds. My name is Jill Conway.

I live across the street and...

Someone stole my bike

from my backyard when I was sleeping,

and I was just wondering if you happened

to see or hear anything unusual last night.

I mind my own business.

You ought to do the same.

Wait.

I mind my own business, too,

but if there's a prowler around

and if he's brazen enough

just to steal my bike off my back porch,

I mean, what's next?

Think hard. Please, Conrad.

Did you see a stranger walking by

or a car that you didn't recognize?

Nothing?

All right. Thanks anyway, though.

There was a noise.

Some a**hole honked his horn twice,

real loud.

-In the middle of the night?

-It was after around 1:00.

I know because I was watching my Scrubs.

Did they just drive by?

No, they were parked in front

of that yellow house there.

That's my house. Were they in my driveway?

Yeah. Sat there for a little while

and drove off.

-Did you see the driver?

-Too dark.

But the van was blue and gray.

A locksmith or plumber, I think.

It said "all hours" on the sign.

I don't know why the hell a plumber

would want to steal a bike.

Yeah, neither do I. Thanks a lot.

If you talk to him, you tell him I didn't

appreciate that honking one goddamn bit.

I'm all alone here since my wife died.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

It must be really hard to sleep alone.

Impossible.

Thanks.

-Do I know you? You almost got us killed.

-Sorry.

-What the hell are you chasing me for?

I wasn't. I was coming here.

I just got stuck in the wrong lane.

Come on. The boss is inside.

Customer!

HENRY:
Back already?

TANYA:
Grabbed the wrong Kwikset.

She wanted the 665.

Henry Massey. What can I do for you?

I need some information, actually.

All right.

Did you have a job last night on Hardy,

off Parkway, at around 2:30?

No.

Are you sure? Can you check?

Don't have to.

My son works 6:
00 to midnight.

If a call comes in after that,

I get paged at home and take it myself.

Last night was quiet.

You sure don't look like a cop.

Why don't you head across the street when

you're done? I'll meet you there for lunch.

Sounds good.

-So what's this all about?

-No, thanks.

It's sort of a long shot, but...

Um...

At 2:
30 this morning,

a car horn woke up my grandmother,

and she looked out the window

and she saw her Cadillac

facing one of your vans in the street.

Now, her car had been stolen, and

the guy that was trying to make a getaway

was blocked by your van.

And they crawled past each other,

and I just thought

maybe your driver

got a good look at the guy.

-Said it was one of our vans?

-Yeah, definitely.

Nick, wake up! I need to talk to you.

-Have I ever been out to your place before?

-Nope.

-Hmm.

HENRY:
Say hello to our visitor.

Hi.

HENRY:
I'm going to ask you

a simple question, Son.

Lie to me, and I'm gonna ship you back

to your mother, you understand?

Yeah.

Did you drive the van last night?

No.

Like I said.

One of your vans

was on my block last night,

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