Stalker

Who's up there?

Who is that?

Ugh!

Hey!

- Hey. - Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Kind of freaked me out on the phone.

What's going on?

We have to talk.

OK. You know how much I care about you.

OK. Just whatever it is, just tell me, OK?

I went by your restaurant last night,

and I saw you with Brody.

Why didn't you come in? I would have introduced you to him.

I've already met him, Tracy.

His real name is Perry Whitley.

He's a second-year art major at Alcott University.

The university called me into assess a threat,

and I made contact with him,

and he became fixated on me.

But...

I know. It's a lot to process.

You think he sought me out

to get close to you?

Stalkers invade the world of the people they stalk

to feel closer to them,

to feed their obsession.

We've seen this before.

I found these on his dorm room wall.

He's escalating, Tracy.

He's dangerous.

What is wrong with me?

Nothing is wrong with you.

This has nothing to do with your past.

You're a strong woman who was lied to.

That is it.

He asked me about you.

He got your alarm code from my phone, didn't he?

I believe so.

And he was the one that left the Teddy bear.

So he knows about your family,

your real name.

I never said anything, I swear.

I know. He found out some other way.

You know how insidious this gets.

There's no room for apology, Trace.

There's only room for the correct response

because as survivors as stalking we know

that our reaction is everything.

I need you to make minimal contact

and not tip him off.

Do you understand?

I'm sorry.

God.

A woman did all this?

She knew how to fight.

Martial arts, Judo?

I don't know. Some kind of karate chop mess.

She surprised me.

I thought she was gonna kill me.

If that guard hadn't have come when he did...

how long has she been stalking you?

About two months?

Why didn't you report it?

I was too embarrassed.

Told some of the guys at work.

They laughed at me,

said I should be flattered like I can't get a woman.

You told the responding officer that you

couldn't see her face.

Yeah. She was wearing a hat.

In your report, you said that a female passenger's

been stalking you.

Tell me about her.

Her name is Nora.

Um, I don't have a last name.

She rides every day,

gets off at 3rd and Wilcox.

Works at a dry cleaners nearby.

She's... been hot for me for a while.

Explain what you mean.

What? A woman can't be hot for me?

Look. I know I'm just a bus driver...

that's not what I mean, sir.

Describe her behavior towards you.

She always sits in the first 3 rows,

makes eyes at me in the mirror,

and that's how it started.

Then one day, she got on the bus,

and right at the front, she dropped her purse,

and when she went to pick it up,

she touched me.

Touched you how?

She... fondled me.

How?

Do you really want me to say it?

She grabbed my junk.

On a crowded bus?

It was a third full.

Anyway, she rode the bus all day long.

She never got off, and finally, I said,

"ma'am, this bus is done for the night."

And?

And she rode with me back to the bus yard,

and we did it.

In the bus?

Yeah. Just hot sex.

Just the one time?

Yeah. It was just sex,

and then she asked for my number,

and I gave her a fake one, which was stupid

because she called it and got mad.

She knew I was blowing her off.

Why did you blow her off?

She was mean.

Mean how?

The sex was way too rough for me.

I like it tender.

She kept slapping me, pinching me.

It hurt.

So you think Nora knew martial arts?

Yeah. It had to be her.

Same weight, same size.

She tried to hide her face,

but it was Nora.

Sounds like Nora's a rejected stalker...

angry, aggressive.

Likes to have sex on a bus.

You've never had sex on a bus?

One dry cleaner near 3rd and Wilcox.

I called and asked for Nora.

She is working today.

- Field trip? - Let's do it.

Somebody had a late night.

Morning.

You and Jack on the bus driver?

Yeah. We're just heading out now.

OK. I'll have Ben update me.

Everything OK?

Yeah. Why?

You're late.

So?

You're never late.

I'm fine. Thanks, Janice.

Los Angeles Police Department.

You're not supposed to be back here.

Nora Garcia?

Detective Lawrence and Detective Larsen.

We need to speak to you about Henry White.

The bus driver?

He was attacked last night, got beaten up

pretty badly.

Big Guero like that

should be able to handle himself in a fight.

What happened to your hand?

I burnt it on a steam iron.

I do it all the time. So?

Where were you last night?

Wait. Are you accusing me of something?

No. Henry is.

He thinks that you attacked him

because he rejected you.

That fat-ass.

Where were you last night?

I was here, working.

Was anyone with you?

Yeah. Leon was here. He's in the back

if you want to talk to him.

Nora, we know you had sex with him

and he rejected you.

Come on. It happens to all of us at one time or another.

Admit it.

OK, OK.

But usually, I'm the one who dumps the guy.

I don't get Henry.

He's no prize.

Anyway, he changed his routes.

I haven't seen him since.

We'll need to verify your alibi.

Where's Leon?

Leon!

She's a live wire.

No. No.

Agh!

Aah! Ugh!

Help!

No! No! No! Aah!

- Hey. - Hey.

She nailed the door shut.

Yeah. She made entry and exit through the window.

The guys lifted her prints.

- Who found him? - The neighbors.

Heard him yelling for help, called it in.

She was interrupted at the bus yard.

She trapped him in here so she could

finish what she started.

She nailed his hands to the headboard, too.

Impalement is a forceful and violent release

of repression.

Maybe a sadistic stalker,