In the criminal justice system,
sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous.
In New York City, the dedicated detectives
who investigate these vicious felonies
are members of an elite squad
known as the Special Victims Unit.
These are their stories.
911. What's your emergency?
Hello?
Is someone there?
Hi.
911. Is everything all right?
Can you tell me your name, honey?
Sam.
Okay, Sam. How old are you?
3 1/2.
Okay. And, uh, can you tell me what's wrong, Sam?
Mommy's asleep.
Even if I yell loud, she won't wake up.
Okay, are you all by yourself?
Is there anyone else in the house?
Just me. My big sister left.
And the phone you're calling me from,
does it have a cord that goes into the wall?
It has my picture. I play Angry Birds.
Okay, Sam, I'm gonna send someone to your house.
Do you know your address?
Yeah. New York, New York.
My big sister was mad.
Okay, Sam, we're gonna help you, okay?
Just stay on the phone.
Can you tell me anything about where you live?
Is there an elevator?
Yeah. I push four.
Okay, Sam, that's good.
Just sit tight. Don't hang up, okay?
Okay.
Sam?
Cate? You came back?
Sam, my name is Olivia.
I'm with the police.
- Hey. - Hey, buddy.
You did great, Sam.
Hey, could you show us where your mommy is?
Okay.
Mommy, get up. The police are here.
Come here, sweetheart. Come here.
Get EMS in here.
Now, Sam, we're gonna help your mom.
So can you tell me what happened?
I was sleeping.
My mom and my sister were fighting
about a--a bad man taking my sister away.
Okay.
She's gonna be okay.
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Hi, Liv.
I reached the father. He's on his way.
How's the mother?
They're doing an MRI.
She has a gash on the back of her head.
The neighbors heard some raised voices.
Nothing dramatic. What did the kid see?
Well, it's hard to tell. He's barely four.
He said that he heard his mother and his sister
fighting about a bad man.
Hi, uh, I'm Geoff Avery, um, Grace's husband.
Where's my wife?
Mr. Avery, they're doing a brain scan.
She sustained a head injury.
Oh, my God.
Sam's okay.
Where's Cate, my daughter?
She was supposed to be at home.
What happened?
We're trying to piece that together now.
- Now, how old is your daughter? - 16.
- Can you get in touch with her? - No.
She was texting at the breakfast table,
so I took her cell phone away.
So, Geoff, where were you tonight?
With my sisters, clearing out my mom's apartment.
She passed away last week from breast cancer.
Look, if my daughter's been abducted,
you need to put out an AMBER Alert.
We can't issue an AMBER Alert.
Nobody actually saw her being taken.
My wife's unconscious, my daughter's missing.
She may have fallen.
There were signs that she'd been drinking.
Damn it.
She swore to me that was under control.
Right.
So does Cate stay out late?
Does she have a boyfriend?
I don't think so.
But you don't know?
She blocked me from her Facebook page last month,
on her birthday.
Changed her password.
What about girlfriends?
Could she be out with any of them?
Uh, Angela Riva.
They've been best friends since kindergarten.
So what's your gut?
She's out partying,
does the walk of shame in the morning?
Well, nine times out of ten,
but I don't want to take a chance
if this is a homicide.
We keep going.
Cate and I haven't been friends since fifth grade.
Is she in some kind of trouble?
That doesn't surprise you?
I was her surrogate mother.
She was here, eating, every night.
Never wanted to go home.
I told Angela to stay away from her.
She hangs with a bad crowd.
She's been different lately, mom.
Different how?
Last few weeks, I saw her at the library every night,
on the computer,
really trying to turn her grades around.
You buy that studying story?
My guess is, she doesn't want her parents to know
who she's chatting with online.
What books has she checked out?
That's confidential.
I understand that, but this girl is missing.
Do you have a warrant?
I know librarians can be prickly,
but you've heard of the Patriot Act?
Oh, now this missing girl is involved with terrorism?
If we have to,
we'll get the FBI in here with a FISA warrant.
They've never been turned down.
And that'll take half a day,
and the clock's ticking on this girl.
Okay, fine.
I just wish you guys would give more thought
to civil liberties.
We do. Every day. Now just, please, hunt.
Here's your "terror cell."
In the past month,
Cate has checked out the Hunger Games trilogy
and two books on children born through sperm donation.
"Heartwarming stories from donor children
"who connected with biological parents,
brothers, and sisters."
Which computer did she use?
Cate Avery's been missing for 15 hours.
Was she abducted? Did she run away?
Until the mother can talk, we can't be sure.
There's no hits on her ATM,
no new contacts in her cell phone.
You guys, look who we found
wandering through the hallway.
Hey.
John, hey. Glad to get your call.
- Hey. - Uhh!
The doctor was in town at a convention,
dropped the dime.
Thought he could help us with the case.
You already know Amanda. This is detective Nick Amaro.
How are you?
How's the new assignment?
- A single, gay Chinese-American man,
living in Oklahoma City, opposed to the death penalty.
It's heaven.
What do you got?
Well, what do you know
about the psychology of donor children?
That is a big topic.
Sperm banks have always protected donor confidentiality,
but until recently,
nobody thought about how that affects offspring.
'Cause we've got a missing teenage girl
researching all of this
who just joined meetyourdonorsibling.com.
I've seen those sites.
Turkey-baster kids looking to see
if they have half brothers and sisters.
I think the preferred term is artificial insemination.
Isn't that what I said?
Either way, it's not uncommon
for these children to try and find their donors.
You know, maybe that's what the raised voices were about.
Our girl may have gotten into a fight with her mother
before she disappeared.
A girl searching for her roots.
That could cause some tension.
Well, the mother can tell us.
Grace Avery's been released from the hospital.
I slipped, hit my head, woke up in the hospital.
Geoff says Cate's missing.
Sam said that you and Cate were fighting
about a "bad man."
No.
Do you know what he meant by that?
He's got an imagination.
I-I-I don't know.
What were you and Cate fighting about?
Just mother-daughter stuff.
We know that Cate was searching online
for donor relatives,
and I'm guessing that you do too.
My husband can never know. Please.
Okay.
Cate was conceived with donor sperm.
Somehow she tracked down the donor online
and was about to meet him.
I said no. We fought.
That's what Sam must have heard.
And Geoff believes he's Cate's biological father?
Yeah.
So you went to a sperm bank.
I got pregnant with Cate.
Geoff and I got married.
And then, 12 years later,
I used the same sample to have Sam.
How did Cate find out?
She was making a memory book for her grandmother.
Uh, going through old photo boxes,
she found a medical card for New York Cryogenics.
"Donor 141."
Geoff never knew about any of this?
Family secrets.
Liv, this is beyond that.
His wife lied to him about their two kids for 16 years.
She manipulated him into marrying her.
Hold on, Nick. We've got a hit on Cate's debit card.
Coffee bar at Lincoln Center. $24.
Fin and Rollins are en route.
24 bucks. That's a lot of latte.
Maybe Cate's not alone.
♪ My one and only love ♪
Hi.
Cate Avery?
Who are you guys?
We're the police.
Your mother's looking for you.
Are you expecting someone, sweetie?
My little brother watches too much Cyber Chase.
I wasn't kidnapped, all right?
Oh, we know, Cate, but we also know
that you were searching on the internet
for your biological father.
Is that who you met last night?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I was with a girlfriend.
Hmm. Well, we're gonna need her name, honey.
Why am I even here? I didn't do anything wrong.
For starters, you didn't come home last night,
and you left your three-year-old brother home alone
and your mother unconscious on the floor.
That was her fault.
She was drinking. She fell.
They don't care about me, I don't care about them.
Why do you think they don't care about you?
Because they never told you who your real father was?
They lied to me. My whole life.
And you found out the truth on your own.
You're a good detective.
But so are we.
You're 16.
You stayed out all night
with a man that you met on the internet.
We're gonna find him.
Mr. Avery's here to take Cate home.
Thank God you're all right.
Here to clean up another mess, dad?
Make you wish you had a daughter?
She claims she was having coffee with a girlfriend.
Look, this son of a bitch might be a pro.
I mean, look how he sits with his back to the camera.
I mean, look at this.
As soon as he sees that she charged the coffees,
he makes a quick exit.
And this "Donor 141" is Cate Avery's biological father?
Who she lied to her parents and the police about meeting.
Yeah, but come on, she's a teenager.
She just finds out that her dad's not her real dad.
You mean, because he only raised her since birth?
I'm just saying, her world has just been rocked, right?
I mean, she manages to make this cyber connection
with her biological father,
and her mom just wants to sweep the whole thing under the rug.
I'd probably lie too.
What I want to know is, what's his agenda?
I thought the whole point of sperm donation
was fire and forget.
I could think of half a dozen things
that this guy is up to.
I mean, they did spend the night together.
Cate isn't the only one on his radar.
I've been tracking four other girls
that have been posting on this forum
about Donor 141.
So, "Ashley R,"
she was raised by a single mom.
She logs on
from this high school library computer in Baltimore.
She says, "Donor 141 is a great man.
"I went to New York to meet him.
All my sisters out there, you should too."
All right. Fin, Amaro, take a drive down to charm city.
Liv, Rollins, go to New York Cryogenics.
Ah, I already spoke to them,
and they're not gonna compromise donor confidentiality.
And we don't have enough for a warrant.
I'm sure you two could think of something.
How can I help you?
We think it's time to take the next step
and build a family.
Well, good for you.
So do you have any ideas
about what you're looking for in a donor?
Well, don't you have a book that we can go through?
Yes, of course.
Well, actually, we do have one idea.
Um, my cousin used sperm from this bank,
and her daughter Brooke is just so lovely and smart,
and we were thinking it might be nice--
If they could share the same genes?
I get it. It happens a lot, actually.
So how old is Brooke?
She's gotta be, what?
- 17? - 18.
No, she's almost 17 now.
Oh, I see.
Well, it's not likely
that we still have that donor in our bank.
That's what I tried to tell her.
Well, she said that it was donor--
- It's Donor 141. - So could you just check?
Yes, of course.
There's no harm in checking.
That's right. Okay.
Yeah. I'm sorry.
We actually ran out of Donor 141 about five years ago.
He was very popular.
You know what?
Could you just show us his profile?
And then maybe we can find someone
whose profile is close to his.
All right, why not? Just give me a second.
- Good. - Yes.
Of course I knew they were meeting.
Ashley was always so curious about him.
Yeah, I got in contact with him through the website.
So, how did you and your donor father
arrange to meet?
Oh, we'd been emailing
about me coming to New York or him coming to Baltimore,
and then my school theatre group
took a trip to the city last year.
Memorial Day weekend.
So what can you tell us about him?
Um, Dr. Baker, he's--he's amazing.
But he has a family of his own,
says they can't know about me.
So what did you and Dr. Baker talk about?
Um, he told me about his work.
He's one of the best doctors in New York.
Ex-vivo lung transplants.
Saves lives.
He told me he feels close to God
when he holds someone's life in his hands.
I only met him the once.
It was in between shows.
Then I went with my class to see, um,
Phantom Of The Opera.
She brought me a signed playbill.
Yeah.
Hmm. You know, my wife, she made me go to that.
Hey, wasn't it sad when they sent that guy to prison
for stealing bread?
Yeah, that was really sad.
Yeah, right?
Oh, Brendan's up. Could you excuse me?
Yeah, sure.
Brendan?
Ashley's baby.
She had to drop out of school.
Teen mom. That's a tough gig.
Is the baby's dad still in the picture?
Uh, Joey? Well, sort of.
He's just a kid himself.
Shy, sickly.
The other kids bully him.
I never thought I'd have to worry about him
around my daughter.
Ah, there he is.
He's adorable.
What is he, three months old?
Yeah, just about.
Aw, buddy.
Got a little... runny nose.
There you go, pal.
I'm gonna take him back to get changed.
Oh. I should go help Ashley--
- Of course. - With the baby.
Sure.
You know, there's no stolen bread Phantom.
Ashley could have been somewhere else that night.
Probably with the donor dad.
And do the math.
The baby was born nine months later.
Maybe shy Joey isn't the father.
Well, this should tell us.
So we're saying a donor father
had a child with his biological daughter?
They're testing the baby's DNA now.
I hope I'm wrong.
What kind of predator are we looking at?
Well, it could be a predator, or it could be GSA.
Genetic Sexual Attraction.
When children are separated early
from their biological relatives
and then reunited many years later,
sometimes there are overwhelming feelings
of sexual attraction.
This can happen between siblings
or between a father and daughter.
Do we have anything from the donor profile?
We do. Uh, he is 6'1", brown hair, blue eyes.
Cornell undergrad, '93, pre-med.
And he told Ashley he was a doctor.
The name he used was Calvin Baker.
They said he was an ex-vivo lung transplant specialist.
Worked in the city as of last Memorial Day.
Well, there's nothing for that name,
but ex-vivo docs, Cornell, that's gotta be a small pool.
Let's see. Yeah, there's one.
Colin Barnes, Cornell, class of 1993.
Here we go. "Surgeon at Grollier Lemay.
Ex-vivo lung transplant specialist."
And there's a ton of hits for him on the web. Look.
- Here's a video. - That was quick.
Google is your friend, Munch.
I was blessed to be able to successfully operate
and save the senator's life.
A miracle,
to be able to hold someone's life in your hands like that.
I felt close to God.
"Close to God."
The same words he used with Ashley.
Yeah, well,
it sounds like we need to pay this doctor a house call.
Dr. Barnes.
Excuse me.
Can I help you?
Um, these are detectives.
What's this about?
Uh, we should talk privately.
It's okay.
Quickly, please.
I'm in the middle of an event.
Well, it's about your relationship
with the daughters you fathered as a sperm donor.
There's some mistake.
Well, then, you'll want to clear it up,
so we can talk here or we could go back to the precinct,
where we have more privacy.
Dad, what's wrong?
Taylor, darling, I'm sure everything's fine.
Yeah, everything's okay. The police just need my help.
It's okay. All right?
You go back to the party, all right?
It's okay.
Is somebody trying to contact me?
Because I donated on the condition of anonymity.
So you've never contacted any of your offspring?
No. And I haven't even told my wife that I was a donor.
And if somebody's trying to find me,
under no circumstances would I agree to that.
So where were you Thursday night?
I was home with my family.
So can you explain
why there's a room charged that night
at the Empire Hotel
on your credit card?
Now, that is you, right? Dr. Colin Barnes?
Yes, but I don't even have a MasterCard.
What the hell is this?
Three of Donor 141's daughters told us that they met you.
They said that you told them
that you were an ex-vivo lung surgeon
and how holding a life in your hand
makes you feel close to God.
Does that sound familiar?
Somebody is trying to extort money.
That's what's going on here.
And if any girl says that she met me, she's lying.
That's what I told my partner.
It--it doesn't make sense.
Okay, so then, you won't mind
submitting to a lineup and a DNA test?
Don't say anything more, Colin.
I need to consult with my client.
That's fine, but if he doesn't cooperate,
it makes us think he has something to hide.
Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.
Can we have the room, Olivia?
Number six, please step forward.
No. None of these guys is my donor father.
They're all too old.
Ashley, it was a year ago.
I'm positive. He's not here.
Moving on, detectives.
No. My father had nicer eyes.
Are you sure, Melissa?
I'm sure.
No.
Cate, we need you to be certain.
I'm telling you,
I've never seen any of these guys before.
We're done here, detectives.
Three for three.
I'm taking my client home.
Right height, build. It could be Barnes.
Well, his wife alibis him for that night,
but wives lie.
None of these other girls ID'ed Colin Barnes?
Are they all protecting him?
If they had sex with him, they might be.
Busy guy, successful surgeon, family man.
He has time to seek out and seduce his donor daughters?
Well, he does have a God complex.
We're tracking the hotel room charges.
He claims the card's not his.
But the billing address is to a post office box
a block away from his hospital.
And we've got to wait for the lab
to process the DNA on Ashley's baby,
Colin, and the girls.
And what if he's telling the truth?
And who did these girls meet with?
I'm not protecting anybody.
- My father wasn't in the lineup. - No.
You see, Donor 141 was there,
and that we're sure about.
What? Can't be.
The man that you met with on Thursday night
is not your biological father.
But--but we look alike.
And everything he told me matched the profile.
What else did he tell you?
That he'd been trying to get in contact with me for years,
but my mother wouldn't let him.
She was so afraid of losing me
that she wouldn't let me see my real father.
He was wearing running shoes when I met him.
He was training for a marathon.
I'm on the cross-country team at school.
I told him that, and he said he wasn't surprised.
Because of my genes.
Oh.
Melissa, had you posted anything about cross-country
on your Facebook page?
No. We--we connected.
He said he always wanted to meet me, to get to know me.
They why'd he give you a fake name?
You're wrong about him.
The second I saw him, he was the dad I'd dreamed of.
He took me to a restaurant, treated me like a grownup.
We spoke French.
Uh, what happened after dinner?
We went back to his hotel.
We--we danced.
And, then I knew it was wrong,
that he was my biological father.
I didn't care.
I had to be with him.
I wanted to be close to him.
So, Brendan, your baby,
it's his?
It was like he knew me, and I wanted to be with him.
So you spent the weekend together.
It's not what you think.
We just held each other.
He asked me to dance with him.
He played this song. It was so romantic.
I felt like I was in love.
He said that we could never see each other again
but that we'd always be in each other's hearts.
He told me he wanted one thing in life--
to give me away at my wedding.
To walk me down the aisle.
He wanted to dance with me,
like fathers do with their daughters.
He played this awesome song.
Do you remember what song it was?
My One And Only Love.
Okay.
So, Cate, after you danced together,
what happened?
We kissed.
I knew people wouldn't understand,
being with my father like that,
but I didn't care.
Did you have sex with him?
Yes.
But--
but I thought he really loved me,
that he was my real father,
the one that I'd been waiting for.
But he wasn't?
Oh, my God.
I'm sorry, daddy.
Daddy.
It's okay, baby. It's okay.
Hey, so the DNA results came in.
Colin Barnes is the father of Cate, Melissa, and Ashley.
- Ashley's baby? - Not his.
And it's not Joey Cohen's either.
And whoever the father is, his DNA isn't in the system.
Also, I checked Barnes' calendar for the past year,
and last Memorial Day weekend,
he and his family were renting a villa in Tuscany.
All right.
So the girls weren't sleeping with their biological father,
but someone posing as their father?
- Cate's devastated. - So is Ashley.
Whoever did this, he knows how to seduce.
Actually, he knows who to seduce.
Two of these girls fantasized their whole life
about the father they never knew.
And Cate had just found out
that the man she thought was her father wasn't.
Desperate for a father's love.
The perfect prey.
The moment they met him, they were vulnerable.
Overcome with emotions,
their inhibitions just disappeared.
So this goes beyond genetic sexual attraction
or statutory rape.
We're dealing with a sociopath here.
Let's get a sketch artist to work with the girls
and get an ID.
You know, whoever this is
knows an awful lot about Colin Barnes.
Opening a credit card in his name?
Go back to Barnes.
See who has a vendetta against him.
- Taylor. - Come on, sweetie.
Come back, my love.
Where are you going?
What do you care? You're sick, daddy.
Oh, Taylor, please.
How many kids do you have?
A hundred? More?
I could be dating one of my own brothers.
I can't even talk to you about this.
I'm leaving.
Taylor, you're not going anywhere.
No. You can't tell me what to do.
She's right. What were you thinking?
Dr. Barnes, we need a moment of your time.
Haven't you done enough? You know what?
Get out of my house right now.
We understand you're angry,
but you should know,
someone raped your donor daughters
and did it in your name.
Oh, my God.
Mrs. Barnes, why don't we sit down and talk, okay?
Come on.
I save lives. I'm held in high esteem.
My colleagues respect me.
And my patients, they almost worship me.
So you can't think of anyone
who'd want to get back at you?
Colin, have you told them about Philip Kelly?
Philip? That hack?
It's a fellow surgeon that Colin fired a year ago.
Tell her.
Yeah, last Easter,
we were at Philip's birthday party in the Hamptons and--
I was pregnant.
I felt queasy, and Philip poured me a ginger ale.
Colin saw his hand shake.
An obvious intention tremor.
You know, thank God the hospital
wasn't slapped with a malpractice suit.
The next day, I told Philip I had to let him go.
- How'd he take that? - Not well.
We were in medical school together and, uh,
he thought that meant I'd look the other way.
Philip Kelly? NYPD.
That's just great. What did I do now?
Where were you last weekend?
Stuck at North Jersey State Prison,
pulling a graveyard shift in the hospital wing.
You can check with my son-of-a-bitch supervisor.
Okay, we will.
Tell us what you know about Colin Barnes.
The bastard who ruined my career?
Sanctimonious prick.
There's that intention tremor that he noticed.
Look, I was on Haldol. I had it under control.
Yeah, but he found out about it at your birthday party.
I had a couple of drinks-- excuse me--at my birthday.
And Barnes fired you the next day.
I'd hate a guy like that.
I do. But not just me. Nobody likes that guy.
That's right, 'cause you and Colin
went to med school together, so--
Hey, did you know anything
about him being a-- a sperm donor?
How could I not?
He bragged about it to anybody who would listen.
So, after he fired you, is that when you decided
to make contact with his donor daughters?
What are you talking about?
Look, the only daughter I know is the teenager,
and she even thinks he's a blowhard.
She was complaining about him at my party.
- To you? - No. Some guy.
I--I was drunk. I don't remember who.
Told me he got an earful.
It's okay, Taylor.
I couldn't take another minute in that house.
He's a liar.
He's been lying to me my whole life.
Listen.
Don't worry.
You're with me now.
♪ Like an April breeze ♪
♪ on the wings of spring ♪
♪ and you appear in all your splendor ♪
♪ my one and only love ♪
Look, something has happened to my daughter.
She didn't come home yesterday,
and she's never done that in her life.
Does Taylor have a boyfriend?
She doesn't have time for boys.
She's early admission to Brown, pre-med.
That's a lot of pressure.
Yeah, she thrives on it.
Taylor would never run away to hurt me.
She's too mature.
Something terrible's going on.
Well, you saw her. She stormed out of here.
She must have left her cell phone.
Did she mention meeting anyone?
No. She just left. And she was really angry.
Is your daughter a jazz fan?
Jazz? No. No. She hates jazz.
She and Colin like classical music.
Someone emailed her this song yesterday.
You know anyone named Cyrano?
No. No, this isn't music she listens to.
I haven't heard this song for years.
But you do know it?
Uh, yeah.
A guy I dated at Cornell, before Colin. Sean.
He used to play it all the time.
He wanted to dance to it.
When was the last time you saw Sean?
Not for years.
Well, is there any way that he would know your daughter?
I don't see how.
Well, wait.
Uh, there was that party, uh, last Easter.
Philip Kelly's birthday.
Okay, well, Philip told us
that he saw a man talking to Taylor at that party.
Was it Sean?
Possibly.
Oh, my God.
Does he have Taylor?
That's him. That's Sean Albers.
Why haven't you people picked him up?
What are you doing?
Well, his apartment's empty.
He works for a medical supply company, okay?
He's on the road.
TARU says his phone's off. No GPS.
We traced the Cyrano email address back to Sean.
Why are they emailing each other?
So, what? What, we just sit here on our asses?
You know, if you're not up for this,
why don't you call the FBI, huh?
- Take it easy, Colin. - What do you know about him?
Can you think of any reason that he would want to hurt you?
We barely knew him.
The guy was a loser. He's probably just jealous.
This is more vindictive than simple jealousy.
It seems very personal.
And you said that you dated him in college?
That was 20 years ago. They barely went out.
I wasn't asking you.
Is that right, Anne?
He could be under the impression
that Colin stole me away.
After I broke it off with Sean, Colin asked me out.
You know anything about this?
Yeah, that's right. Now I remember.
- He was caught cheating. - On his MCATs?
No. Actually, he was taking the test for someone else.
I walked in to take mine and I saw him sitting there
and I knew he had already taken his own test,
so I asked him what the hell he was doing,
and he said, "Making 350 bucks."
So you blew the whistle on him.
Damn right I did.
- He's texting me. Sean. - What?
- He wants to see me. - That's ridiculous.
No, it's not ridiculous.
He says if I don't come, I'll never see Taylor again.
Police. Where's the girl, Sean?
Looks like I got your attention.
Are you deaf?
You heard my partner ask you a question.
Where's Anne?
No, you don't ask questions. You answer them.
No, I only talk to Anne.
I think I was pretty clear about that in my text.
Okay, you want to play it like that, Cyrano?
Get up. Let's go.
Where's Taylor, Sean?
I'll only talk to Anne. Where is she?
Anne's on her way.
Then I'll wait.
Okay. You have Taylor, you hold all the cards.
- We get it. - I don't have Taylor.
Taylor wants to be with me.
- Right. She contacted you. - Yes.
She obviously needs me right now.
You two are close.
We shared a connection from the moment we met.
At Philip's party.
She was what, 15?
She's a lovely girl.
- Beautiful. - Yeah.
Special.
You know, for a few seconds,
I could have sworn I was looking at Anne.
So you struck up a conversation,
told her you knew her parents.
Well, she was just happy to have someone to talk to.
Colin was busy pontificating, Anne was pregnant, distracted.
Haven't we seen enough of this charade?
The detectives know what they're doing.
Empathy, projection. They're getting him to talk.
All Taylor needed was someone to listen to her, to see her.
Not like her father,
who wants her on the shelf like some Ivy League trophy.
So you gave her the attention.
Like the attention that you gave to Colin's other daughters.
His donor daughters.
I knew he had donated sperm in college.
After talking to Taylor and seeing how lonely she was,
I started wondering about his other daughters.
Well, it's not as if he cared about any of them, right?
That guy...
beating the bishop for a living,
playing God.
He's got a hundred kids out there.
He never thought for one second what it meant
for them to grow up with a hole in their lives.
In pain. Fatherless.
So you became that father.
You went online to the donor website,
you posed as Donor 141, arranged to meet the girls.
I just wanted to give them a father's love.
Sure.
The emotions were so strong.
They needed more.
So I gave them what they needed.
I was a better father than he ever was.
He doesn't deserve daughters.
He doesn't deserve a family.
They're out there, aren't they?
I know Anne's here.
She's right outside, Sean.
So talk to her.
He doesn't deserve you, Anne.
I will never forget seeing you at that party,
pregnant, glowing.
You smiled right at me.
You said, "We're so blessed.
This is our miracle baby."
Well, no miracles for me.
I never found the right one.
Until now.
Till Taylor.
Tell her where her daughter is.
I'll tell you, Anne. Only you.
But I need to see you first.
Here we go.
Where's my daughter?
Please.
Can't we just talk like we used to?
I've hurt you, Sean. I know that.
And I want you to know that I'm sorry.
I'm gonna ask you for one simple favor.
And if I give it to you,
will you tell me where Taylor is?
One dance.
We never got to dance.
You always said, "Next time."
How about now?
Whatever you want, Sean.
And I want him to watch.
Your husband, the doctor.
I want him to feel what it's like
to see you with another man.
♪ The very thought of you makes my heart sing ♪
♪ like an April breeze ♪
♪ on the wings of spring ♪
♪ and you appear in all your splendor ♪
♪ my one and only love ♪
You know, I always dreamed about...
Giving away my daughter at her wedding.
That's very sweet.
Maybe it will still happen.
No.
Our daughter.
But Colin gets to do that instead of me.
With Taylor.
Of course, there's still one little problem.
What's that?
No! No! No!
No, no, no! No!
Anne! Anne!
No!
I need to get in there. My wife needs me.
Take it easy. Just take it easy.
- Please, let me just go in. - Take it easy, okay?
He killed her. He killed her.
Darling.
I just don't get it.
I mean, why kill the girl?
It's not part of his MO.
In his mind, he wanted Anne to hurt
the same way he did.
And he's still torturing them.
He won't tell us where Taylor's body is.
Well, we've canvassed
all the hotels and cafes we know he hit.
Nothing yet.
No, he said that Taylor's special.
His usual hotels were kind of modest.
We've been looking in the wrong neighborhood.
We've got to try the East Side.
When is the last time anybody saw the girl?
She ordered room service last night.
Why? Is everything all right?
Hey, look, just open the door.
Sean?
Taylor.
We've got the girl. She's alive.
What's going on? Where's Sean?
Taylor, Sean told your mother and your father
that you were dead.
You're lying. He would never do that.
Honey, you don't know who he is.
Yes, I do.
There's a reason I never felt close to my dad.
It's because he's not my real father.
Sean is.
Last night, he finally told me the truth.
- Taylor, that's not true. - Yes, it is!
- Put your clothes on. - Get away from me!
I want Sean!
I want my father!
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