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(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

911 operator.

What's the nature of your call?

-WOMAN 1: Help! Someone's
trying to run me off the road.
-(TIRES SQUEALING)

Ma'am, what is your location?

WOMAN 1: I'm on the
West Side highway.
Please hurry!

Stay calm.
We're tracking your position.

Police are en route.
Can you pullover
somewhere safe?

-WOMAN 1: He's going kill me.
Please.
-(CRASHING)

Ma'am? Are you there?

WOMAN 1: (ON PHONE)
They're going kill me!

Sounds like road rage
gone extreme.

Motorcycle in the background.

Could be bikers just ran
our vic off the road.

Could be bikers just ran
our vic off the road.

No tire tracks? No skid marks?

Happens all the time.

Drivers panic and floor
the gas instead of the brake,

end up with this.

But, detectives,
what does the name,

Terrence Van Doren mean to you?

Van Doren, publisher of
The New York Ledger.

- Right?
- That's the one.

Hedge fund hero got bored
making billions.

Bought a third string tabloid
on the verge of bankruptcy.

Turned it profitable.

Vehicle is registered to him.

Purse inside, not so much.

The car owner is either
messier than me,

The car owner is either
messier than me,

or New Yorkers are using
the river
as their garbage can.

No car owner
is messier than you.

Uh-huh.
Thank you.

(SIREN WAILING)

(WHISPERING)
Oh, what have we got.

No phone.

Probably at the bottom
of the river.

Ah.

Isabel Van Doren.

Presumably the rich guy's wife

and our 911 caller.

Now we know that
the lead story
is in tomorrow's Ledger, huh?

More likely in the obituaries.

More likely in the obituaries.

Looks like hair and scalp
in the windshield.

We got divers searching,

but in these currents the body
could have easily drifted.

I am guessing DNA will confirm
Isabel as our driver.

TERRENCE: I left for work at
4:00 a.m.

I didn't even kiss her goodbye.

Mr. Van Doren, why was Isabel
on the road so early?

I don't know, um...

Erin? This is Erin James.
Isabel's personal assistant.

Isabel had a board meeting
in the city

at the family's
charity foundation.

At the family's
charity foundation.

We support a lot of programs
for at-risk youth

and women's rights, the arts.

Thank you, Erin.

Uh, I'd like a moment
with the detectives.

Do you have any leads on the car

that ran Isabel off the road?

Nothing solid.

Although it does appear that
a motorcycle was involved.

A motorcycle?

- This wasn't an accident.
- What makes you say that?

Two weeks ago The Ledger
ran an expose

on motorcycle flash mobs.

Gangs, usually.

They run illegal high-speed
races in the city streets.

One of my reporters
embedded to get the story,

and after it ran,
I got death-threats.

And after it ran,
I got death-threats.

Why would they target Isabel?

She was driving your car.

It was dark.

They may have thought
it was you behind the wheel.

Oh!

Oh, God!
Her car was in the shop,
and I told her to take my SUV.

This isn't happening.

We will need access
to that reporter.

Of course, I...

I can have my staff connect you.

You just find who did this.

Please.

You went to
Terrence Van Doren's house
without me?

I demand intel on this,
square footage and the decor.

- Go!
- Obsessed much?

Oh, yeah. Only since his house
was featured on
Architecture and Decor.

When I was 15, the other boys
had their dirty magazines,

- and I had mine.
- (CHUCKLING)

Oh! BTWs, The Ledger
reporter sent over
all of his research

on the motorcycle flash mobs.

Meredith hit on something.

MEREDITH: Not your old-school
Hell's Angels.

These guys are
desk-jockeys, dentists,

techies
working out their agression.

It's like cosplay
for wannabe bikers.

More like Fight Club on wheels.

More like Fight Club on wheels.

MEREDITH:
And just as secretive.

Meet-ups are posted
to Snapchat,

messages last for 10 seconds
then auto-delete.

There's a ride today in Queens.

Perfect chance for me to
blow-out the pipes
on my Harley.

Hey, slow down easier rider.
You're still recovering.

You are not going anywhere
near your Harley.

No, I can still ride.

We're talking crotch-rockets
not fat boys.

And I can bet a pay check,

I look better in leathers.

(SOFTLY) Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MAN WHISTLING)

MAN 1: Yeah.

Nice ride.
What is it? 1200ccs?

More than you can handle.

Who do you ride with?

Whoever can keep up with me.

MAN 2: Whoo.

(REVVING)

Trailing units,
keep yourselves
under the radar.

Bose, nice and easy.

Just back-off, blend in.

MEREDITH: Copy that, Dad.

(REVVING)

- (TIRES SCREECHING)
- Whoa!

What the hell, man?

Wow! Speaking of dads,

that Flanders over there,
just got himself
in some hot water.

Hey, look where you're going.
Get out of my way.

MEREDITH: Yeah.
We got a situation.

MAN 3: Hey!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MEREDITH:
So much for blending.

BILLY SOTO: It's all right.
We got you covered.

Let's calm this down.

(WOMAN WHIMPERING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

- Or not.
- NYPD!

(SIRENS WAILING)

You're going down, idiot.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

I know, I was all jacked up
on adrenaline

and I lost control.

According to The Ledger,
that's standard

operating procedure
for you and your crew.

-That article
was just mean and...
-So you sent

death-threats to
Terrence Van Doren

and then ran his car
into the Hudson

with Isabel Van Doren inside.

I was in bed with my wife
when that crash happened.

- You can ask her.
- We will.

Maybe one of your biker buddies

wanted some highway justice,
huh?

They all did,
but not with violence.

- Then how?
- Legally.

- Then how?
- Legally.

We filed a $10 million
liable lawsuit against
Van Doren and his paper.

It does put motive
into question.

The lawsuit is legit, too.

My buddy at
Columbia Journalism thinks
that these guys

will win pay out from
The Ledger.

Which means attacking
Van Doren
would only ruin their case.

So who else would have a motive?

Crew of weekend bikers

can't be the only people
The Ledger's pissed off.

Van Doren's a real crusader.

He's gone after hate groups,
slum-lords,

even poor, defenseless
plastic bags.

Ralph Nader
with his own tabloid.

LAURA: Anyone of his enemies

LAURA: Anyone of his enemies

could've run
Isabel off the road,

knowing that the bikers
were low-hanging fruit
as suspects.

I don't hate that theory.

- I'm touched.
- (SIGHS)

The bikers are facing
assault charges,

so they're not going anywhere.

Meantime, find out who else

has stopped sending
Van Doren Christmas cards.

We'll hit The Ledger.

I... Ah, you will hit
The Ledger solo.

Wait, wait. Hold on.

I know how to handle Van Doren.

-Kid gloves...
-Santiani speak,
Diamond listen.

Your kid gloves have
a nasty habit
of slipping off

Your kid gloves have
a nasty habit
of slipping off

and leaving fingerprints
all over messes that
I have to clean up.

I want my squad
on Van Doren's good side,

and off the front page.

Roger that. Right?

Of course.

Right.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Good morning.

Detective.
Is there news?

Detective.
Is there news?

Uh, I'm sorry. Nothing yet.

We just had
a few follow-up questions.

I was surprised
when your office said that
you were coming in today.

Well, I had to get out
of the house.

I need to write
Isabel's obituary.

She was an amazing woman.

She devoted her life
to helping others.

And I want to give her
the tribute
that she deserves.

We had heard that
maybe you weren't
as well-loved as your wife.

It's true.

I run hard-hitting stories.

So death-threats have become
an occupational hazard.

You have records
of all those threats?

-Beth, can you help him
with this?
-Of course.

-Beth, can you help him
with this?
-Of course.

I need to get upstairs.

Thank you, Detective.

I have every piece
of hate mail
digitally archived.

I can put them on
a flash-drive,
message it over,

you'll have it in a hour.

You sure keep your hate mail
highly organized.

(CHUCKLING)
Well, we get quite a lot

I've been with Mr. Van Doren
14 years.

He's brilliant, but polarizing.

- I can relate.
- (LAUGHING)

And I'm sure your
files are impeccable,

but can you save me
the reading time

and tell me who would
make the top of your list?

(SIGHS)

Probably Wilson Becker.

Mrs. Van Doren's brother.

We heard that Isabel
didn't have any living family.

Uh-uh, no. The first
Mrs. Van Doren, Claire.

Her brother is a drunk.

He ties one on
and sends the nastiest emails.

What's his issue with your boss?

His sister drowned,
and he's never gotten over it.

He blames Mr. Van Doren.

Don't believe
a word that bastard says.

Van Doren murdered my sister.

Van Doren murdered my sister.

That accusation might carry
a tad bit more weight

if you weren't half way
through a sixth pack, Wilson.

Try getting through
the day sober

after a rich bastard
kills your sister and walks.

Why don't you tell me
about Claire.

She was a great kid. (SIGHS)

Sweet, smart, beautiful.

She was only 19 when
she met Van Doren.

Then he cut her off from us.

We could only visit
once a year at the holidays.

He was cruel.

Nothing she did was right
or good enough.

Nothing she did was right
or good enough.

Classic controlling behavior.

Did he ever hurt Claire?

Last time I saw her,
I dropped in, unannounced.

She had all this makeup on.

Underneath, I could
see, uh, bruises and...

(SIGHS) Black eye.

She said
she fell off a horse and...

- But you didn't buy it.
- Would you?

I begged her to leave.

Then Van Doren came home,
threw me out.

A week later, I got a call.

Claire went kayaking. Drowned.

Body was never found.

Body was never found.

Sounds familiar.

Was the case investigated?

For about five minutes.

They, of course, ruled
her death an accident,

but it wasn't.

I know he killed her.

I bet he killed
the new wife, too.

Don't let him get away
with murder, again.

Okay, well, no alibi,
but no motive.

Forget Van Doren's enemies.

What if, instead,
Van Doren himself

hired a group of renegade bikers

hired a group of renegade bikers

to run Isabel into the river?

That would look like revenge
for The Ledger expose,

and Van Doren would be
the sympathetic widower again.

It's way risky.

How can Van Doren be sure that
the bikers would keep
their mouth shut afterwards?

- Blackmail? Bribery?
- Or none of the above.

- Meaning?
- Meaning,

what if there were no bikers?

I've been reviewing the audio
from the 911 call,

trying to identify the makes
and models of
the approaching motorcycles

based on engine-pitch
and timbre.

Listen to this.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

ISABEL: They're gonna kill me,
please!

- (CRASHING)
- That's a distinctive...

Pitch and timbre.

As a matter of fact it is.
It's manufactured.

Which now makes me believe
everything the 911 operator

heard in this call
is a sound effect.

But her fear sounds pretty real.

Audi compression,
digital distortion, auto-tune.

Okay, no real motorcycles.

No real distressed calls.

No body, but real blood.

Real scalp and hair fragments.

So what the hell happened?

- Mostly likely explanation?
- Please.

He killed her first,

and then staged the crash.

And then staged the crash.

Anyone can probably figure out
how to auto-tune.

Even edit together some
sentences lifted off
voicemails,

but this car went into
the water at full-speed.

So, how the hell
did Van Doren manage that?

Son of a bitch.

Excuse me?

Not you. The plastic bag.

There was a zip-lock bag
down by the accelerator.

My Volvo's full of them,
the kid's snack.

I assumed that
it was Isabel's garbage

or the river's garbage.

What if it had been filled
with ice?

What if it had been filled
with ice?

The weight of which
could've been used

to hold down the accelerator.

And the proof would have
melted in the water
before we found it.

That's what I was going to say,

but it's fine that
you said it out loud.

So, Van Doren kills Isabel,

puts her in the driver's seat,
rigs the accelerator.

Then calls 911 on her phone,
plays the fake call,

while the SUV runs
right off the road

and then he just walks away.

Where does he go next?

Van Doren had to go somewhere
after the crash.

There, on the river.

You think that
Van Doren swam away?

No.

But, maybe, he took a taxi.

Try a gondolier up river
if you're looking for
a romantic ride.

Strictly platonic.

Tell us about your routes.

Uh, ferry service all day long.

Party-boats at night.

What about the mornings?
Early?

Just to the Red Hook IKEA.

Usually starts at 8:00 a.m.

But there's a sale this week.
First ferry at 6:00.

If you like meatballs
for breakfast.

If you like meatballs
for breakfast.

Did he take
your early ferry yesterday?

Nope. The only early birds
were women.

Was she one of your early birds?

Oh, yeah, I remember her.

She looked awful sad
for someone going on
a shopping spree.

The accident
was staged though, right?

But not by Terrence Van Doren.

Isabel faked her own death.

Who knew so many people
hit IKEA before dawn?

It's a good crowd for Isabel
to get lost in.

Why did she need to run
in the first place?

Well, Van Doren abused
his first wife, odds are
he beat Isabel.

Yes! There's Isabel.

Going with the classic
ball-cap and shades look.

Finds her ride...

No plates. No APB's.
Clever, Isabel.

Yeah,
and in such a neat little bow.

Yeah,
and in such a neat little bow.

You tied it,
almost afraid to pull it.

Your footage shows a woman,

but I'm sorry to say
it's not definitively Isabel.

I thought our health plan
covered vision.

The strongest evidence
we have is the DNA
from the car's windshield.

Which matches Isabel.

Chances are she's underwater.

What if I'm right?

It's a bad habit of mine.

Okay, let's say you're right.

Why search for a woman
who took desperate measures
to disappear?

Because it's hard to disappear.

If Isabel slips up even once,
Van Doren's got
all the resources to find her,

If Isabel slips up even once,
Van Doren's got
all the resources to find her,

Isabel must have thought
her life was in danger.

We find her first.
We keep her alive.

SANTIANI: Yeah, but
about Van Doren,

we've only got the word
of a drunk with an axe
to grind

that he hit his first wife.

And no proof
that he abused Isabel.

You want to take that risk?

You may not be aware that

domestic violence batterers
view their wives as property,

which is why
lethality skyrockets

when women try to leave.

Heads-up.

- She's right there.
- Thank you.

You must be Captain Santiani.

I'd like a word, if I may.

I won't waste your time.

Your detectives are failing
to properly investigate
my wife's death.

May I ask
how you concluded that?

Sources tell me that
they spoke to
my former brother-in-law.

Well, yes.

We are interviewing
all the individuals
who threatened you.

Well, but instead of
threatening him,
like a suspect,

they indulged his lunatic
conspiracy theories about
my first wife's disappearance.

They're merely being thorough.

Wilson is in and out of rehab.

He believes in UFOs.

He believes in UFOs.

He's a sad, unreliable witness
with an agenda.

How's Isabel's case progressing?

We are actively
pursuing leads...

I decode double-speak
for a living.

You've got nothing.

I preferred
if the case was reassigned.

Get some fresh eyes
on the matter.

If that's a problem for you,

I am happy to call
Police Commissioner McTier.

No need.
I will look into your concerns

and take immediate action
if my team has done
anything improper.

Please keep me in the loop.

Please keep me in the loop.

I'll be sure to tell McTier
what an excellent job
you're doing.

Hello. Eavesdrop much?

I never thought I'd see you
kowtow to the 1%.

(SCOFFS) Save it.
I just bought you time.

Well, you and Laura think that
Isabel's alive,

then find her and keep her safe.

LAURA: Tell me more
about Isabel.

I was hired to help her navigate

through the shark-infested
waters of the Greenwich
social circle.

Through the shark-infested
waters of the Greenwich
social circle.

But to be honest,
I couldn't help much.

Why not?

The ladies who lunge
are super judgy.

The boss gave Isabel an
unlimited budget for clothes.

I took her to fashion week,
introduced her to designers,

but she was more into
jeans and t-shirts.

- I approve.
- Mr. Van Doren didn't.

He wanted her to look perfect
and show her off.

Did his need for perfection
cause any problems
in the marriage.

Yes.
You talked to the drunk
ex brother-in-law?

I'm only interested
in your opinion.

I'm only interested
in your opinion.

I was with the Van Doren's 24/7.

Take it from me,
he loved his wives.

Adored his mom.

She died last year,

he still visits her grave
every week.

And, like they say,

"If you want to know what kind
of husband a man makes,

"look at how
he treats his mother."

So you were with Isabel
every day.

She must have confided in you.

Oh, I'm staff, not her BFF.

So, if she tried to go there,
I shut it down.

-So who were her friends?
-Sad to say, but
no one, really.

I mean,
she had a busy social life,
but they were his friends.

I mean,
she had a busy social life,
but they were his friends.

- She must have been lonely.
- She was.

I suggested volunteering.

Hoped she'd make friends,

but instead of doing
junior league,

she chose a storefront
women's rights place
in the city.

As you can imagine,
hanging out with agro-feminist

didn't boost her popularity
in Greenwich.

Well, we agro-feminists
like to stick together.

So, where did she volunteer?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

The Stuyvesant Women's Center
is a one-stop shop.

Everything from counseling,
job training,

domestic violence shelter,

domestic violence shelter,

emergency day care
for working moms.

- Please take my children.
- (LAUGHING)

I hear you.

Now, how can I help the NYPD?

Ms. Williams, you were close
with Isabel Van Doren?

Yeah, she was our biggest donor.

I was devastated
when I heard the news.

And were you devastated
when she told you
that her husband beat her?

I'm sorry?

She had no friends.
She was lonely.

Isolated by
a controlling husband.

Everyone in her life
was on Van Doren's payroll.

Except you.

I only know what you know.

I only know what you know.

Isabel Van Doren
had enough money
to bankroll

any charity
in the Tri-state area.

She chose this one.
I think it was a cry for help.

Okay, I'm sorry,
but I can't help you.

I never betray
a client's confidence.

JAKE: And face
an obstruction charge?

We know Isabel
faked her own death.

Now, if you hold out on us,

your arrest will jeopardize
your work here.

If we find Isabel,
she could help us
put Van Doren away.

She won't have to hide
for the rest of her life.

Lock me up if you want,

I'm not compromising my clients.

I'm not compromising my clients.

We're the good guys.

Everybody says that.

You know what,
if I were on the run,

you would be the type of woman
I would trust, too.

WOMAN 2: Samantha,
can I get a hand over here?

(PHONE RINGING)

- Max...
- MAX: Yes, ma'am?

I want you to do
a credit card check
on Samantha Williams,

director of the
Stuyvesant Women's Center.

I have a feeling
she rented a truck.

MAX: Copy that.

- Damn, I'm good.
- What did you find?

- Damn, I'm good.
- What did you find?

Isabel covered her tracks well,

but Samantha Williams
is strictly an amateur.

Direct link from
her petty cash account

to a U-Haul knock-off
in The Bronx.

Rented a box truck.

Just like the one
Isabel got into
at the IKEA parking lot.

Yep, and the rental site has
shamefully weak security,

so I might just be able to
hack their GPS.

Work fast.
Mamma's holding on line two.

Laura. Freudian.

One step closer to Isabel,
and locking up Van Doren.

MEREDITH: What a scumbag.

What is it about marriage
that makes men change

and turn into possessive,
angry SOBs?

And turn into possessive,
angry SOBs?

There are lots
of good marriages.

We just don't get
called out to those.

I've been
a bridesmaid six times,

and all the marriages
flamed out.

It's like men see
wedding rings
as tiny handcuffs,

and they all got to be Houdini.

- Hey, it's me.
- Tell me you got something.

Like the last position
of the box truck
before it was returned?

Off the Van Wyck Expressway,
close to the airport.

Isabel wouldn't risk
airport security.

Are there any low-rent motels
on that strip?

Yup, a couple.

Search for a female guest,
who checked-in two days ago,

traveling alone, paying cash.

Traveling alone, paying cash.

Okay.

Let's get a head start
out to Queens
while she traces.

I'll go.
(SIGHING)

She's a battered woman,
if we want her to open up,

I'd go alone.

Trust me.
It's a woman to woman thing.

LAURA: I'm here.

MEREDITH: Unit 103 is a woman
who meets our profile.

-She gave us
a name Marie Spartali.
-Sounds familiar.

According to Max,
she was the greatest female
pre-Raphaelite painter.

According to Max,
she was the greatest female
pre-Raphaelite painter.

Just the pseudonym
an art history major
would choose.

(KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

Isabel?

It's detective Laura Diamond,
NYPD.

Can we talk?

(GUN COCKS)

Come in, Detective. Now.

Don't think I don't know
how to shoot this.

Hunting is one of my husband's
favorite hobbies.

I'm on your side, Isabel.
I'm a cop.

My husband has a lot of people
on his payroll including cops.

Not this one.

Forgive me if I don't take
your word for it.

- You don't know Terrence.
- But I know

that batterers are charming
and kind.

Until the monster comes out
behind closed doors.

He must have done
something brutal

to make you think
that faking your own death

- was the only way out.
- He was going to kill me.

I believe you, which is why

we didn't tell him you're alive.

We didn't tell him you're alive.

But if I go missing,

the entire NYPD
will be looking for me.

And he will find out
that you're not dead.

Put the gun down, Isabel.

You have to trust me.

(GUN RATCHETING)

I came to New York, I...
After college.

My parents had just died.
I didn't know anyone.

- You must've been lonely.
- Yeah.

Well, I was lost
and Terrence found me.

Well, I was lost
and Terrence found me.

And swept me off my feet.

But, nothing I did
was ever good enough.

He started punishing me.

- He was violent?
- Started small.

Like a pinch, a slap.
The sex got rougher.

Angrier. If I even
spoke to a man.

He would accuse me of cheating.

And then he started to beat me.

Never where it would show.

Did you tell anyone?

Who could I tell?

-You could have called
the police.
-Uh-huh.

My husband plays golf
with the police commissioner.

My husband plays golf
with the police commissioner.

- And the Mayor.
- (SIGHING)

I was trapped.

Until you became so desperate,
you formulated this plan.

Last month, I was in his study

I was looking for a pen
on his desk.

He was so secretive
about his finances

that when I saw a folder

- he'd left out.
- You snooped.

Who wouldn't?
What'd you find out?

That his secretary, Beth,
had a huge salary

and he bought her a condo.

So, you assumed
they were having an affair.

After all the time
he'd accused me of cheating,

After all the time
he'd accused me of cheating,

I told him I wanted a divorce.

And he lost it.

He kicked me till I passed out.

When I came to,
he kicked me again,

for crying.

(SNIFFLES)

I knew he'd kill me.

Did he threaten to?

He said,
Claire asked for a divorce

in the same room and
look what happened to her.

Pretty close to admitting
he had committed a murder.

That's when I knew I had to go.

But, I'd never pull off
hiding from him.

So, you had to be dead.

You did a good job.

The 911 called the DNA
on the broken windshield.

Oh, yeah. I thought that
would convince him.

It did.

There is a better way
for you to be safe.

How?

Go back and testify.

I will put him away
for what he's done to you.

You don't know my husband.

Five minutes
after you arrest him

he'll be back on the street.

He'll kill me
and he'll destroy you.

- I'm not afraid of him.
- I think you should be.

So...

This is my only chance
to start over.

Please don't make me go back.

Please don't make me go back.

Okay. I won't.

I'll find a way
to take him down.

For good.

He'll be behind bars.

And you will
have your life back.

I promise.

Maybe you should
have brought Isabel in.

Faking her death isn't a crime

unless you try
to profit from it.

Yeah. But, attempting murder
of a police officer is.

Isabel wasn't going to hurt me.

She aimed a shotgun
at your chest.

She aimed a shotgun
at your chest.

Only you and I know that

and don't even think
about telling Santiani.

She is a material witness.

She should be in
protective custody.

She's safe for now.

But I promised her
that I would put Van Doren
behind bars.

By what?
Arresting him for beating her?

First time
domestic violence offender

gets probation
and anger management

and that's when
he's not rich and powerful.

And the alternative is?

We prove Van Doren killed
his first wife.

He'll get life
and Isabel will get
a second chance.

But how do we prove that?

I'm working on that.

I'm working on that.

Voila.

From my stash
of real-estate porn.

Casa Van Doren circuit 2003.

LAURA: Wow.

Photos were taken
before Claire died

the place hasn't changed a bit.

Yeah, why mess with perfection?

That chesterfield-sofa
is to die for.

Oh, and Greenwich PD
finally coughed up the file

on the kayak mishap.

We do more interviews
for a missing dog.

Van Doren could
have killed her anywhere.

Buried the body.
Then, called the police

with that phony drowning story.

Greenwich PD did one interview.

Van Doren's secretary, Beth,

Van Doren's secretary, Beth,

who claims she saw Claire
heading out in a kayak

when she showed up
to get some documents signed.

(SNICKERS)

The money Van Doren gave Beth
was a payoff

for her lie about seeing Claire.

If we break Beth, we've got him.

Let me take a shot at her.

It's a man-woman thing.

Detective Broderick.

Detective Broderick.

Was that information
that I gave you helpful?

Very.

I just have
a few more questions.

Can I give you a lift
down to the precinct?

I have to be back here
at the crack of dawn.

Maybe in the morning.

You can go if you want.

But I'll be back tomorrow.

You can't walk away
from a murder investigation.

You can't think
I had something to do

with Isabel's death.

Not Isabel.
Claire Van Doren.

- That was an accident.
- That was a lie.

Which, Greenwich cops bought

because you swore you saw Claire

head out in a kayak.

I, um...

I, um...

Mr. Van Doren wouldn't want me
discussing his private life
with you.

Yeah, because he pays you
for your silence.

Six figure salary,
million dollar apartment...

- He's a generous man.
- He is a killer.

And you know it.
Whose side are you on?

Your jack-hole boss
or two women

whose lives he took?

He couldn't have killed Claire.

- He loved her.
- He beat her.

Just like he beat Isabel.
We have proof.

Now, you're going down as
an accessory after the fact,

unless you change your story
right now.

Tell me the truth.

Did you see Claire that day
or not?

No.

But he swore to me...

Don't say another word.

Breach the confidentiality
agreement you signed

and you lose everything.

The detective said
he was going to arrest me.

If he had enough for an arrest

you'd be in handcuffs already.

David Ackerman,

house counsel for The Ledger.

And unless you have a warrant,
you're trespassing.

Am I, now?

I could arrest you
for obstruction this minute.

You failed to appreciate

how grave the consequences
for your actions could be.

Let me warn you
one last time, Detective.

Let me warn you
one last time, Detective.

- Stand down.
- Screw you, Ackerman.

And screw Van Doren.

He is a wife beating killer
hiding behind his millions.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks.
You've just given me grounds

for a defamation lawsuit.

Opening the door
to a thorough investigation

of the Second Precinct.

Including your
detective ex-wife.

She's a public menace.

And in this political climate

there's a low threshold
for police misconduct.

Your client
can't intimidate his
way out of a murder rap,

no matter how rich he is.

Escort him out. Now!

I can find my own way.

Eat.

First thing tomorrow,
we pick up the secretary.

Van Doren has to be stopped.

The rich and powerful
need to be handled differently
or they walk.

Ted Kennedy never did time
for Chappaquiddick.

OJ went to prison for burglary.

- I didn't work those cases.
- (DOORBELL RINGS)

Did you order yourself a pizza?

No.
But, this is gonna get ugly.

These guys
are going to play hardball.

These guys
are going to play hardball.

Let them.

(DOORBELL CONTINUES)

-Why are you harassing
Terrence Van Doren?
-(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Can you defend your
uncalled for attack on
a grieving widower?

REPORTER 1:
Any comments on your track
record on violence?

REPORTER 2: and
the incompetence at the
Second Precinct...

It's officially ugly.

TERRENCE: (ON TV)
I've always had great respect
for the NYPD.

Captain...

But now,
I understand the recent
anti-police backlash.

Detective Diamond
and her ex-husband,
Detective Broderick,

are the epidemie of rogue cops.

Should they even be
working together?

You know,
I asked myself that every day.

And now, so does
the police commissioner

who is on my ass,
screaming about my inability

to control my detectives.

This is a blatant attempt
to intimidate us.

Which is just proof
that I'm right.

That Claire Van Doren
was murdered.

That Claire Van Doren
was murdered.

Are you done?

(SIGHS)

Take him down.

I'm sorry.

Did you just actually
back my play?

Hell, yeah.

Wow.

I didn't expect that
coming from you.

I have dealt with toads
like Van Doren before.

Now, I assume you have a plan.

Plan-ish.

If Van Doren killed Claire
in the study, as we suspect,

If Van Doren killed Claire
in the study, as we suspect,

there might be trace evidence
of the crimes
still in that room.

- It's been 10 years.
- Yes,

but according to
Architecture and Decor,

the place hasn't changed a bit.

All right. Take a team,
hit the house.

But, do everything by the book.

Make sure
that your search warrant
is airtight.

Here's the "ish" part.

To get a warrant,
I'd have to name
Isabel as my source.

And Van Doren would find out
that she's alive.

Captain,
we can't let that happen.

Agreed.

So, we will forgo the warrant.

Are you suggesting
an illegal search?

What? No. Never.

What? No. Never.

I am suggesting
that we use Van Doren's
media blitz against him.

I'll tell the press
that my detectives

just wanna take a look
around the house,

ask him some questions
to free him
of all the charges.

Van Doren's going
to have to consent
or he'll look guilty.

- Smooth.
- I hope it's smooth enough.

By signing this you consent
to a search of the house

and the surrounding grounds.

You do not have to permit this.

(SCOFFS)
I have nothing to hide.

(SCOFFS)
I have nothing to hide.

This is just further proof
of the incompetence
of your investigation.

Given that Isabel died
in a car crash.

I have no idea
what you could possibly hope
to find here.

We are searching for evidence
related to the murder
of the first Ms. Van Doren.

Claire.

This is insane.

Claire wasn't murdered,
she died in a tragic accident.

The police investigated.

And, we are reopening
that investigation.

Well, you go right ahead.

It's a waste of time.

Well, you know me,

the very picture
of NYPD incompetence.

(SIGHS) I cannot believe
how clean this house is.

- I could eat off these floors.
- That's not saying much.

You eat off your floors.

Feel free to come and mop
any time you want.

Oh, I do my share
of the house work.

(SIGHS) You did your share
of a lot of things.

That doesn't sound
like a compliment.

No?

How is "project forgiveness"
coming along?

Well, it would be better

Well, it would be better

if you found some
incriminating DNA in here.

Chances are Claire's body
is somewhere on the property.

REYNALDO: I'm afraid,
we're too late.

Sorry, my friends.

Roscoe did hit on something.

Cadaver dogs only detect
the smell of rotting flesh.

Oh, I am certain a body
did decompose here.

Our K9 companion's
expert proboscis
does not lie.

But, apparently...

Van Doren moved the body.

Dammit.

- This guy's way ahead of us.
- (LINE RINGING)

- This guy's way ahead of us.
- (LINE RINGING)

Roger that.

Widen the perimeter. Okay.

(SIGHS) Absolutely nothing.

No blood, no fluids, nota.

Well, it's not a total loss.

Reynaldo just said that
that they found

trace from remnants of a body
in the surrounding grounds.

- It's gone now.
- Well, of course, it is.

What do you see?

- It's what I don't see.
- (DIALING)

(LINE RINGING)

- Oui, Madame?
- Hi.

- Oui, Madame?
- Hi.

Uh, can you check
Architecture and Decor.

Were there three tapestries

hanging in Van Doren's
study or two?

MAX: Don't have to check.
Three.

It's always three.
Two is heresy.

- Okay, just check again.
- Yuppadoddle.

"A 16th century triptych
adorns the walls.

"A three-part series depicting
a lady with a unicorn."

Okay, Lady, check.
Unicorn, check.

There's only two.

No collector
would just sell one.

The remaining two
would be worthless.

Well, not worthless-worthless.
But still...

Like selling Larry
but keeping Curly and Moe.

Like selling Larry
but keeping Curly and Moe.

Maybe when Van Doren
killed Claire

some of her blood
got on the tapestry.

In order to get rid of her DNA
he tossed it.

Actually...

He didn't throw it out.

Well, then where is tapestry
number three?

Thank you for squeezing us
in after-hours.

Always happy to arrange
a private showing
for dear friends.

After all, the Carnegies are
among the museum's
most generous supporters.

Aw, shucks!
I'll tell Grande Mama.

And here we are,

La Dame a la licorne.

La Dame a la licorne.

Oh, I assure you, Detective.
It's the same piece.

Extremely rare.

And Van Doren donated
only the one?

Yes.

Oh, I don't mean
to sound greedy but...

The gift would be more
impactful if we
have the other two.

When exactly did Van Doren
make the donation?

About 10 years ago.

Right after
Claire Van Doren disappeared.

Well, that's right.
It was donated
as a tribute to her.

We are going to need to have
the tapestry examined
for trace evidence.

We are going to need to have
the tapestry examined
for trace evidence.

Oh, I'm sorry, but I doubt
you'll find anything.

Well, you see,
each new acquisition

receives an extensive cleaning
and restoration.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Oh, excuse me, one moment.

(SIGHS)

Mr. Perfect did it again.

Ah, sorry I don't quite follow.

Van Doren couldn't
destroy the blood stained
tapestry,

'cause it's too valuable.

Yeah, someone would definitely
notice if one-third of that
set went missing.

But if he kept it,
someone might see the blood.

And you can't spot-clean

- a priceless antique.
- Heaven forbid.

By donating it, he ensured
that the DNA evidence

By donating it, he ensured
that the DNA evidence

would be destroyed
through the
restoration process.

Killing three birds with
one tax deduction.
Impressive.

(CLEARS THROAT)
If there's nothing else,

I have a docent
committee dinner.

Ah, one last thing.

Um, did Van Doren donate any
other items?

Sadly not.

The museum was his mother's
pet charity.

MAX: And he didn't keep-up
the tradition.

I'm surprised, the Carnegies
would never abandon
the philanthropic cause.

And we thank you for it.

But Van Doren despised his
mother and we paid the price.

But Van Doren despised his
mother and we paid the price.

He cut the museum off
after she died.

Adored his mom,
she died last year.

He still visits her grave
every week.

I think Mr. Perfect just made
his first mistake.

I know I'm asking you
to take a huge risk
but it's worth it.

How can you be sure?

I found the evidence we need
to put Van Doren away
for life.

What evidence?

Claire's body.

I think I know where it is.
But I need you to prove it.

I think I know where it is.
But I need you to prove it.

I only ever open this up for
Mr. Van Doren, but
since you're family...

Thank you. My friends and I
just want to pay our respects.

And how often does
Mr. Van Doren pay his respect?

Like clockwork.
Every week since his mother
died last year.

Brings fresh flowers
every time, see?

- Ever bring anything else?
- Just his briefcase.

Busy man like that,
I never saw him without it.

- David Van Doren.
- (DOOR SHUTTING)

- Beatrice Van Doren.
- That's his mom.

All right.

(SOFT GRUNT)

Looks like the seal has been
broken, meaning body may not
be in pristine condition.

Looks like the seal has been
broken, meaning body may not
be in pristine condition.

You can wait outside,
if you want.

No, no. Whatever it is,
I can handle it.

Okay.

(SIGHS) Two skulls.

Gotcha, you bastard.

Yeah.

And obviously,

I'll have to complete a full
examination back at the lab.

But this one has clear signs
of head trauma, fractures.

But this one has clear signs
of head trauma, fractures.

Here.

And here.

-Poor Claire.
-Skull fractures
are proof of murder.

And proof that the kayaking
story was bogus.

But why here. Someone might
have found the grave
in the woods.

And you did.

But a private crypt only
family can enter making it
the perfect place

to hide a body.

Which is why he always had his
briefcase with him.

He brought Claire here,
in pieces.

We got him.

You're free.

You're free.

You can't go in there.
Mr. Van Doren the police
are back.

Call security and my lawyers.

Beth Evans,
you are under arrest
for conspiracy.

They're bluffing.

The rest of Claire's skeleton
is in the morgue.

The ME just ruled her death
a homicide.

You really should have done
a better job of pretending to
love your mother.

Maybe then, your visits
to the family crypt wouldn't
have stood out

Maybe then, your visits
to the family crypt wouldn't
have stood out

like a sore thumb or
should I say...
A sore ulna.

Only you had access to the tomb,

so only you could put
Claire's remains back inside.

You're going down for murder.

(LAUGHING AND CLAPPING)

You had no right to
access the crypt.

Without a warrant,
anything you found is excluded
from evidence.

You just ensured that I will
never see the inside of
a courtroom.

Wow. You're right.

I did not have legal access
to the crypt.

I did not have legal access
to the crypt.

ISABEL: But I did...

-Isabel!
-Oh, did I forget to mention,
she's alive?

And that she gave me
permission to search
the crypt.

And that she is not afraid
to testify against you.

- (HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
- You interfering bitch!

That's me...

And proud of it.

Secretary cracked like an egg.

She never saw Claire that day.

So why did she lie?

She believed Van Doren's
kayak story.

And she couldn't believe that
her beloved boss would
lie to her.

So she agreed to back
his story to the
Greenwich PD.

You know, if they had done
a proper investigation,

Van Doren would have spent the
last 10 years in prison.

- Well, he's on his way, now.
- Hmm.

Please tell me that
that wasn't really
one of Claire's bones.

Please tell me that
that wasn't really
one of Claire's bones.

Build-a-body kit from
the science museum.

It was a gift to the boys
from Reynaldo.

Uh-huh... (LAUGHING)

Okay, you know, I got to ask.

You've been breaking my balls
for months.

But this time,
you backed my play. Why now?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

My ex hit me.

Once.

Once.

And then I got the hell out.

I will see you
in the morning, Diamond.
(CLEARS THROAT)

- Can I buy the lady a drink?
- (SIGHS)

I... Am too tired to
lift a glass

and Alicia is just about
to hit double OT.

(CHUCKLES)

How's Isabel doing?

How's Isabel doing?

She still can't believe that
she's got a second chance
at living her life.

What would it take from me
to get a second chance?

You are relentless.

For the last time,
I am still working on
forgiving you.

You don't have to forgive me,
Laura,

I'd like it,
but if you never did,

I'd understand.

So what you asking me?

You can be mad at me
for the rest of your life,
if you have to,

just let me back into yours.

- Meaning?
- I want a date.

Jake, you know Tony and me.

-We are giving it a shot.
-Go for it,
I'm not telling you not to.

Just...

Give me a shot.

May the best man win.