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In the criminal justice system,

some killers are so depraved

that it takes multiple police agencies

to bring them to justice.

This is one of those investigations.

Hey.

- Oh, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

So?

Third-degree burns over 75% of her body.

The damage goes through to the muscle.

Nerves are completely gone.

The only good news right now

is that she probably can't feel anything.

Okay, any chance she'll pull through?

Even if we could hold off the infection,

and we'll do our best...

Can she talk?

She's coherent at the moment.

So she can talk.

Look, we're here to find out who did this,

so I think if she was able,

she'd want to talk to us.

All right, thanks, man.

Victim's sister's on her way in.

Have Olinsky and Atwater talk to her, okay?

- Hey.
- How's Victoria? Any word?

I saw the crime scene. It can't be good.

What happened?

Fire Department found
her in a burning building.

She's got burns all over her body.

Her skull was fractured, and
she'd been sexually assaulted.

This is... it's just horrible.

She's the nicest person.

You know her?

Just in passing.

She's a nurse in maternity.

Any idea who did it?

Would I be standing here if I did?

- Keep it short.
- Okay.

Thanks.

Victoria?

Victoria, I'm Sergeant Benson.

I'm so sorry.

Do you remember anything about
the man who did this to yo

I was in back of my building,

taking out the trash.

Okay.

Corner of my eye,

man in hospital scrubs

walking up behind me.

I turned.

I woke up, I was in my apartment,

and the wall was on fire.

It's okay.

Did you see his face?

No.

He was white.

A little under 6 feet.

Okay.

All right, that's it.
That's it. Out of the way!

Call the code!

Code 2 call.

All right, check breathing.

And prepping CPR.

Push...

I'm so sorry.

Here. Sit here.

We are too.

I mean, it's... it's hard to believe

something like this happening, you know?

Victoria was supposed to come over tonight.

Um, was she seeing anyone?

No.

Was there anybody in Victoria's life

that you think was aggressive at work or...

No. I mean, that would do this?

I'm sorry, I just

can't imagine what she went through.

All that pain. I just can't...

Hey, it's okay.

So the first victim, Alice Whitlock,

raped and murdered.

Cause of death was blunt force trauma

to the back of the skull.

Blunt force trauma.

She was a nurse at Columbia Presbyterian.

Second vic, Lisa Hoffman,

she was raped and killed in
the same fashion as Whitlock,

but she was found completely
burned in her own car

along the Harlem River.

Green nail polish was applied
to both of these victims

at some point during the crime.

Debra McCulloch was last seen
exiting a bar on 53rd and 3rd.

She was a nurse at Mount Sinai.

So all three victims in New York, 2004.

Witnesses were consistent.

They all saw a man in medical clothing

and his arm in a sling
approaching these women.

The victim from here, she
have green nail polish on?

Don't know yet.

Lab tech's gonna check when
the doctor gives the okay,

but there's no guarantees
we'll find out either way.

Her hands were severely burned.

She was trying to cover her face.

Also, there was no DNA

at either of the New York crime scenes.

Any theories why he stopped for ten years?

Sadly, we don't know that he has.

So our suspect is a male, white, 5'9",

approximately 40 years old.

He's either in the medical field

or, obviously, posing as somebody who is.

There's nothing physically
distinctive about him.

All the witnesses, again, were consistent.

When they described him,

they said that he was
average-looking and normal.

These details of the crimes

have gone out to every news
and radio station in town.

We check city wide and in the suburbs

on missile X cards and information reports

on any attempted abductions
or suspicious calls.

I'm gonna have Mouse
triangulate the cell towers

on the girl's phone and
check all social media.

We can find out if she electronically

checked in anywhere during the day.

Thanks.

I'll check the sex offender files

and recently released parolees.

Good.

That was Olinsky at Chicago Med.

Victoria didn't make it.

Let's get to work.

We'll get him.

Yeah, yeah, we will.

Please hold.

21st District, Sergeant Platt. Yep.

Mind holding?

I need to put you on hold.

Well, I'm putting you on hold.

Start taking statements.

All these people think
they've seen this guy.

Work left to right.

Our left or your left?

Both. Neither.

Forget I said anything.
Just take their statements.

Hey, I'm so sorry I'm late.

Lindsay's 30th has me totally scrambled.

Can you hold me behind the desk for me?

Everyone in the metro area
thinks they saw this guy.

Whatever I can do to help.

The hotline rings on your phone.

Since you were late, I had
it transferred down here,

so plant your ass upstairs
and start taking notes.

You got it. Thank you.

Okay, guys, cross-match any details

from the Chicago case with ours,

and I'm gonna need all of our files

electronically scanned
and sent, like, yesterday.

We're on it.

Why don't you bring them out yourself?

We could use all the help we can get.

We're happy to do it.

Okay, guys, then get on the next flight.

Bring the files.

Have Rollins and Carisi
reopen the investigation,

okay, from there.

- Got it.
- Great.

Thanks, guys. See you soon.

_

So he was dressed as a
doctor, arm in a sling,

hanging out around the
building just down the block.

This is five days ago.

- Anything? No?
- No.

Offender balled up newspaper

and shredded rubber,
piled it near the victim.

Then he left a trail of the
same combo to the back door.

Used lighter fluid as
an accelerant, lit it,

and then left out the back door.

Some burning rubber

dropped down a coax cable
hole in the floor, right here,

which is why we initially
thought it started downstairs.

Okay, so the offender drags the victim

up the back staircase into the bedroom.

There's no way we're
pulling any DNA out of here.

No.

I heard whoever did
this has done it before?

Yeah, it's looking like it.

Check it out.

It's nail polish.

What color did the
offender use on the victims?

Green.

Well, now there's no doubt.

All right, listen, ask around.

If anybody's seen
anything like that, please,

give 21st District a call.

We appreciate it.

Thank you.

All right, listen, I'll
start knocking on doors.

Somebody's got to have a security system

around here or saw something.

The G also hides cameras
all over the place,

so have Mouse request all the IP addresses

in a four-block vicinity.

Okay.

Chicago Police Intelligence.

Sorry.

Chicago Police Intelligence, can you hold?

There's 150 places that sell
medical supplies in Chicago,

so we're reaching out

to see if any of them have
sold an arm sling to someone

fitting our description
in the last three months

and if there's video surveillance.

Patrol's helping out.

Yeah, well, we also need a list

of every doctor, surgeon,
nurse, X-ray tech,

dentist, orderly, janitor,

anybody in the medical
field who wears scrubs.

Ah, don't forget mental institutions.

Yeah, and check practicing
and non-practicing.

Benson.

Hey, Sarge, you alone?

Close enough. What's up?

Well, I'm going over the witness statements

from the Debra McCulloch
disappearance in '04.

Detectives interviewed a
med student who knew Debra

named Will Halstead.

The name bumped for Rollins,
so we did some digging.

It turns out he's a doctor
at Chicago Med right now.

Okay.

And his brother, Jay,

he's a detective in Voight's unit.

I see. Go on.

And I'm guessing you can't
really talk right now.

Good luck, Sarge.

Good to know.

Thank you.

All good?

Oh, yeah. That's, uh...

That was just my son's nanny checking in.

Okay.

- Hank.
- Olivia.

Hey.

I went ahead and ordered you a Manhattan.

I see, and I'm gonna go ahead and drink it.

Cheers.

So I got to run something past you.

Okay.

Detective Halstead, uh, his brother Will,

you know him?

A little.

So my ex-partner questioned
him ten years ago.

He knew one of the victims in the New York.

I'd like to bring him in, you know,

ask him a few questions,

just check his temperature.

Without Jay knowing why
you're bringing Will in?

That's correct.

You want to ambush Will.

Well, I wouldn't...

That's okay. I mean, you
can call it what it is.

Yes, I want to ambush Will.

Hmm.

Look, he knew the woman who
went missing in New York,

and now, suddenly, the killer activates

after he gets a job at Chicago Med.

I've been carrying around
this case for ten years.

I just need to see the look on his face.

Look, I know this is your house,

and I don't want to disrespect you.

- That's why I just...
- Yeah.

I wanted to run it past you. Just...

Let me think about it.

Okay.

Thanks, Sarge. We got it from here.

Uh, Sergeant Voight likes
everything just the way it is,

so I wouldn't be moving anything around.

Well, I'm glad you told me.

I was planning on stealing the copier.

I'm kidding.

Awesome. After you, all I
need is Ruzek to sign the card.

Careful with Ruzek.

He's terrible at keeping secrets.

Okay, so I'm gonna steal her
car keys to pick up the cake,

and if that doesn't work, can I use yours?

- Yep, no problem.
- Awesome.

What's no problem?

It's... it's all under control.

You better not be planning
me a surprise party.

I'm not.

I know where you live.

So this is everything
pertinent from our files

on the New York victims.

Sergeant.

Thanks for coming, both of you.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Hey, I guess that tip
line must have paid off.

Apparently some woman just
called over in Bucktown.

She said that some guy
two weeks ago was asking

for help unloading boxes from his car.

Was she attacked?

No, she got a weird feeling and took off.

Get this, though, the
guy was wearing scrubs.

Hey. Here he is.

What's up, baby?

- Man, you all good?
- You know.

You need anything, just holler at me.

Where's my hello? Hey, what's up, man?

What's up, man? It's nice to see you.

- Good to see you again.
- How are you?

I'll go interview this woman.

Know what, maybe I'll come with.

Hey, Jay, you know,

I'm still trying to get
some more information

about this nurse from
Chicago Med who was killed.

Her sister, unfortunately,
wasn't much help.

Now, your brother's a
doctor there, am I right?

Mm-hmm.

Did he know her?

He said he bumped into her a few times.

Okay, do you think he'd
be willing to come in

and maybe point us

in the direction of somebody
that knew her better?

Uh, I doubt he knows much,

but I can give him a call.

That'd be really helpful. Thanks.

- Okay.
- Great.

I was over by the park,

and there was this guy standing by his car.

Said he needed help moving
a box to the passenger seat.

He had a sling on his arm

and doctor pants on under a jacket.

So I walked over to help,

but when I got to the car, I
saw this, like, a carjack thingy

in the backseat,

and he was just a little too, um,

I don't know, uh, too friendly.

Too chatty.

Did you get a good look at him?

Not really.

It was night.

He was a white guy.

He was wearing a cap.

Was there an emblem on the cap?

No, just a black ball cap.

What kind of car was he driving?

Subaru. Wagon.

I remember because my aunt has one.

Dark green.

I didn't get the license plate though.

I just turned and
gripped my keys in my hand

and started walking.

If you saw this guy again,

would you be able to identify him?

Sergeant Benson, this is my brother Will.

If he insists on you
calling him Dr. Halstead,

you smack him upside the head.

Nice to meet you, Sergeant.

And don't listen to him.

You've probably already
figured that out though.

Okay, if you go by Will,
then I'll go by Olivia.

I like you already. Hank.

How you doing, Will?

He's got an hour till his shift.

I told him we'd get him in and out.

Of course. We just have
a couple of questions.

- Why don't we go in here?
- All right.

Hey, you mind if I join?

Um...

Yeah, sure. Why not?

- Okay. Here, have a seat.
- Oh, all right.

- Thanks.
- Sure.

I didn't know her well.

Like I told Jay, she was
just a really friendly person.

Seemed to be well liked
by everyone on the staff,

although I would have to
assume there are other people

at Chicago Med who could
give you more insight.

Well, we were hoping that you
could do that for us, you know.

We're just trying to piece together

who she was as a person.

Of course. Whatever I can do.

Did you know her outside of work?

No. I just started a couple weeks ago,

so I'm still in the
"getting to know you" stage,

meeting everyone.

Been there. That can take a while.

So while you're here,

do you know this woman?

Wow.

Yeah, Debra.

It's been a while.

She went missing a long
time ago back in New York.

Yeah.

How do you know Debra, Will?

What's going on here?

Well, we just found out
that Will was in New York

at the time of the other two incidents.

You just found out, my ass.

Sarge, she's ambushing my brother.

You signed off on it.

I'm a little confused here.

Don't say another word.

What... what are you talking about?

We're done. Let's go.

Are you asking if I did these crimes?

I am.

I didn't.

Don't say another word
until you get a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.
I didn't do anything.

It doesn't matter.

If they want to, they'll
find a way to stitch you up.

- Careful, Jay.
- Come on!

Back off!

No, I saw what happened to that girl,

and if it were my sister
or my daughter or my mom,

I'd want you to do exactly
what you're doing right now.

Ask me anything you want anytime.

Appreciate that.

If you could write down
where you were the night

of Victoria's murder, I
would like a full statement.

No, no, no, he's not writing
anything down. Come on, get up.

- Jay.
- We're leaving now! Come on.

♪ ♪

Yeah, come on in.

Will's gonna write down a
statement, I'm gonna read it,

and then I'll submit it to you.

He was home that night watching TV.

Okay.

- Can anyone put him there?
- No.

He ordered a pay-per-view movie.

I'm checking now to see
if I can get the records.

You have any more questions for my brother,

you can go through me.

Look, I understand how you're feeling, Jay,

but you're not running point
on questioning your brother,

and I think you understand why.

I'll get you that report
after I've read it.

Okay.

Tip lines in New York
are heating up as well.

I need to get back there,

see what new information has popped up,

if any, reinterview some of the witnesses

from the '04 cases.

- About an hour and a half.
- Hmm.

Look, I hope I didn't
put you in a bad spot.

No, not at all.

I would have done the same
thing with one of your guys.

Except I probably wouldn't have asked.

You'll let me know if he checks out?

Of course.

Okay.

Sure you got to go?

You'll be in good hands with Fin and Amaro.

- Do me a favor.
- Hmm?

Play this one by the book, please?

If this ever goes to trial...

I get it. You have my word.

You take care of yourself, Hank.

So you ready? You ready?

All right, the witness
said that it was a dude

in a dark-colored Subaru wagon.

Well, I was able to
access a security camera

on a private residence
near the corner of the block

where Victoria Lewyn lives...

lived, rather.

And check this out.

Ah, there.

Dark green Subaru wagon.

And that was an hour

before CFD responded to
the blaze in her apartment.

- Now you're talking.
- Right?

- You get the plates?
- No, I'm getting to that.

We can only read the first three digits.

But there's only one
Subaru wagon in that color

with those three first numbers.

Now, the car is registered
to Elizabeth Kendall.

She's 78 years old.

Okay, let's have the address.

We can get a patrol out there.

There it is.

2113 Squad.

Go ahead, 2113.

Can you roll an assist car, no emergency,

to the intersection of Throop and Fillmore?

Tell them to throw an anchor down.

We've located the vehicle
Intelligence had the BOLO on.

- Copy that.
- Look at this.

Be advised, Squad,

we have a male subject
approaching the vehicle.

Hold us down on a stop at this location.

Will advise if we need backup.

Roger that.

How's it going today, sir?

Very well, thank you.

Can I see your license and registration?

Is there a problem?

No, you want there to be?

Can you pop your trunk, sir?

Uh, the car is not in my name yet.

I'm... I'm buying it from a woman.

We just haven't filed
the official paperwork.

There is a note attached
from her stating that.

New York.

Yeah, just moved here three months ago.

Still waiting on the Illinois license.

Can you take the key out of
the ignition and hand it to me?

Officer, respectfully,

I would like an explanation
as for why you're doing this.

You're not entitled to
one. Now hand me the keys.

Sit tight.

Dude.

We're bringing him in.

He's clean.

Nothing outstanding.

No warrants, nothing.

We're bringing him in.

Okay.

Mr. Yates, it looks like
your car was reported as being

involved in a hit-and-run
where a pedestrian was injured.

Do you know anything about that?

No, I don't.

I've owned the car for three weeks.

Besides, if you check the front bumper,

does it look like anything's been hit?

It's probably a false report,

but you're still gonna need to come in

until we clear this up, sir.

So if you could get out of the car.

Home address, employer
information, and what else?

- Cell phone number.
- Oh, of course.

So what brings you to Chicago, Mr. Yates?

Employment.

- Where?
- MedHelp.

It's an urgent care
facility on the South Side.

So you were a professor
at Columbia in New York,

residency at Presbyterian.

That's correct.

When was this?

Well, I'm sure that file states it.

I'm asking you.

Ten years or so.

Where have you been since then?

Oh, all over.

Traveling.

Lots of time in New Orleans.

Now, oh, there is a lawless town.

My job as a physician, you
know, there's always a need.

Always a spot to fill.

How'd you go from being a doctor

at one of the best hospitals in the country

to working at an urgent care?

Man does not control his own fate.

The women in his life do that for him.

Groucho Marx? Oh.

See, I bet you don't even know who that is.

You ever been to Chicago Med?

Oh, sure.

As a patient or...

No, actually, I have lunch there sometimes.

Recognize him?

He wore a baseball cap, and it was night.

I mean, it could be him.

I'm sorry. I can't say for sure.

Do you, uh... you know this woman?

No.

Her?

Her?

Her, hmm?

- No.
- No?

No.

No, are any of these the pedestrian

that the car I'm purchasing
supposedly struck?

That is the reason that I was brought in,

am I correct?

You shave your arms, Doctor?

My whole body, actually.

It's for cycling.

Helps reduce drag.

You know, I'm new to the city.

What's the best spot
around here for cycling?

I don't know. My bike's still in storage.

Am I under arrest?

I do have a general sense of
my rights as a U.S. citizen.

You're free to go.

♪ ♪

Thanks for coming in.

Oh, I'm happy to help.

Hmm, do you have any
travel plans, Mr. Yates?

None.

Are you kidding?

I just got to your beautiful city.

I can't wait to explore it.

♪ ♪

Hello.

♪ ♪

Get a state's attorney on board ASAP.

Give him the parculars, probable cause,

and let him know we believe
this guy is good for him.

One of you figure out

who's gonna be the affiant on his phone.

- I'm on it, boss.
- We are gonna run this clean.

We're gonna run it thorough.

We're gonna run it by the book.

Everybody understand?

You got a sec?

Go ahead.

My brother ordered a pizza

the night Victoria was assaulted.

The delivery guy will vouch.

Jay, he's been cleared as a suspect.

Wonderful. Moving on, I
told him about Greg Yates.

Get this.

They worked together for a
minute in the same hospital.

Yates was one of his
professors in med school.

He's got an opinion about him.

- Al right, where's Will now?
- He's downstairs.

Go get him.

Sir.

He was one of those instructors

that made the students
call him by his first name.

Liked to hang out at the bars we went to.

Some bought into it, but
I always got a creepy vibe.

Someone invited him out
to a party one night,

and Yates corners me,

starts talking about who has the best ass,

who he'd like to have sex with first.

Debra McCulloch was at that party,

the nurse who went missing.

Was it the night she went missing?

No, I think it was, like,
three nights before that,

but they were both there.

Could have easily met her that night.

Lindsay, you have a call.

It's Greg Yates.

Detective Lindsay.

I can't help but think

that we got off on the wrong foot.

How do you mean?

Oh, I just feel like
I made a bad impression

on your coworkers back there.

I would... I would love to
try and win you guys back.

Are you free to meet
for a short conversation?

Sure, why don't you come by the district?

No, just you and me.

The pavilion at Millennium Park.

Three hours.

Thank you for your time in advance.

I'm meeting him.

All right, so Voight will be able

to communicate with you through that.

Now, I'd use your phone in your other ear,

assuming you like to hear over 4,000 hertz.

- Okay, good?
- Yep.

Just stay where we can see you.

I got it.

We'll be nearby in case
anything goes sideways.

Al, you guys find a good lookout yet?

We'll be near the pedestrian
bridge a few hundred yards away.

Fin, Amaro, you're on the
ground with Ruzek and Antonio.

Stay sharp.

- Sergeant Benson.
- Lindsay.

Fin told me you're going
to meet with Yates alone.

Yeah.

I figure he's either looking
to confess, he's playing us,

or he's looking to do something stupid.

And even if it's the last one,
he's been at this for ten years.

It's... it's worth it if we
can finally bring him down.

Look, just remember, if
he's reaching out to you,

he's feeling the pressure, all right?

He could be capable of anything right now.

I'll be ready, Sergeant.

Be safe.

Thanks, I will.

_

♪ ♪

Anybody got eyes on Yates?

Halstead, you got eyes on him?

thing.

Wait.

I got him.

He's approaching from the west.

Sorry I'm a little late.

You look great, by the way.

So what was it you could only
tell me in the park at night?

Want to go grab a cup of coffee?

It's too cold to sit.

Come on.

I'm harmless.

We can talk right here.

No.

I want some coffee.

It's close, I promise.

Or you can sit here

and I'll see you when I see you.

♪ ♪

Yates and Lindsay are on the move.

We're shifting positions.
We lost sight of Lindsay.

Yeah, I got them.

They're headed towards the walkway.

We'll stay back.

I do this walk at night.

The skyline, it's so beautiful.

It stuns me every time.

Hmm.

Why'd you ask me to meet you in the park

if you wanted to get coffee?

Oh, it's nothing nefarious.

I changed my mind.

It's cold.

You know what I think?

I think it's a move to assert
control over the situation

and over me.

Your sergeant has gotten in your head.

Don't let him think for you.

You're better than that.

Have you been following
what's been going on in Egypt,

post revolution?

No.

Well, they finally got
rid of Mubarak in 2011.

Do you remember this at all?

There's much fanfare and jubilation.

The people are free.
The people have spoken.

But when the euphoria
ebbs, as it inevitably does,

what are they left with?

High crime, raided antiquities, unrest.

See, you can unclench the
iron fist of that dictator,

and that... that's great,

but you are not really prepared
for what's on the other side.

You know what they call that, Detective?

The law of unintended consequences.

Why did you want to meet with me, Greg?

Well, you know what my
favorite example of that law is?

In Hanoi, under French colonial rule,

they established a bounty
for each rat tail turned in

to try and reduce the number of rats.

You know what happened?

People started breeding rats for the tails,

and that charming little country

ended up with more rats
than it started with.

You want to know why I
think you wanted to meet me?

"Because I'm 5'5" and I have brown hair,

exactly like all those
women that were murdered.

Is that so?

Why don't we talk about
that instead of hiding

behind all this History 101 crap?

Tell me what happened.

I know that you want to.

Who do I remind you of?

Your mom?

An ex-girlfriend maybe?

Come on.

More rats, Detective.

Remember that.

♪ ♪

We've got him. He's headed for the taxi.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Patrol says he took the
cab to Water Tower Place

and then he slipped
them once he got inside.

He's playing a game.

He knows it's just a matter of time.

We'll get him.

Voight.

Sergeant.

Chief Wallace Boden.

We've got another body.

- Hank.
- How you doing, Chief?

Sorry to see you again like this.

Detectives Fin and Amaro.

- They're in from New York.
- Nice meeting you, Chief.

Chief Boden, House 51.

Pleasure.

This way.

Fire was started in the bedroom.

You said "was started"?

Yeah, the amount of damage in the room,

lack of accidental causes,

this is arson, if you ask me.

I just can't prove that right now.

Is there any way to tell whether
or not it was started remotely?

We'll search for an incendiary device,

but even the device survived the fire,

it would be weeks, maybe
months before any conclusion,

and that's if we are lucky.

That's why he was with
Lindsay when it started.

Plausible deniability.

What is she, 18?

Mm.

What's this?

Green nail polish.

- Was it him?
- Yeah.

So he was using me as an alibi?

That's right.

Yo, I got a location on his phone.

It's an apartment on the West Side.

Get everyone over there now.

- Give me the address.
- Yeah.

Look, it's up to you, but...

but if you're with me, you
better know what that means.

♪ ♪

Stairs.

Chicago PD.

Chicago PD.

- Clear!
- Clear!

Clear!

Basement.

♪ ♪

Is that ammonia?

A lot of it.

Nothing.

Clear.

He was just here.

Hello.

_

That son of a bitch is toying with us.

Well, he knew we were tracking his phone.

I mean, he left it in the basement

next to a lighter and nail polish.

Hey, Fin, Ruzek, and Amaro are
still tearing the house apart.

We had eyes on him less than an hour ago.

He couldn't have gone far.

We have alerts on his car,
his I-PASS, his credit cards.

Look, everybody is in on this.

Have Nadia set up a civilian hotline.

Where is she? Where's Nadia?

She had to run an errand.

She borrowed your car.

An errand?

She went to pick up your birthday cake.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

Straight to voicemail.

♪ The good times start now ♪

♪ Without dollar one... ♪

♪ But how much, baby,
do I really need ♪

♪ Cheer up, sleepy Jean ♪

♪ Oh, what can it mean ♪

♪ To a daydream believer ♪

♪ And a... ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, let me give you a hand with that.

It looks like you got
your arms full already.

You're a peach.

Look at you!

Pick Your Poison.

Come again?

That's what it's called.

All the polishes have silly names.

- She'll love it.
- Mm-hmm.

Evening. Is that your car?

Is there a problem?

Yeah, there's something
moving around in the back.

Oh, good, she's still alive.

Don't you just hate it
when you kidnap a girl,

and she won't stop kicking
the back of your seat?

It's my dog, man.

Oh.

Yeah, my dog hates it when
I lock her in the car too.

- You have a good evening now.
- All right, cheers.

I said lie still

or I will knock you clear out, got it?

Is that a yes?

They're gonna find you.

Please let me go.

Now? Come on.

We are on our honeymoon.

This is paradise compared to what's coming.

Nadia, you ever seen New York?

It is the epicenter of the world.

We are gonna have a
field day, the two of us.

Please, I... I won't
tell them that it was you.

You missed your chance.

See, a nice trucker, he heard you kicking.

In fact, oh, look at that,

he's still outside.

If you'd only been just
a little bit louder.

Help! Please! Somebody help me! Please!

It's too late for that now.

Hey, we've got a long drive ahead of us.

Why don't you start by telling
me something about yourself?

Please... help me!

Somebody help me!

All right, tell me you got something.

We found Yates' car parked
across from the district.

CSU's tearing it apart, and there was...

What?

A smashed birthday cake on the ground.

No other sign of Nadia.

Okay, he snatched her right off the street.

- There's got to be witnesses.
- Patrol's still canvassing.

Also checking on traffic and security cams.

This is not on you.

She went to get my birthday cake.

She went outside because of me.

We don't know anything for sure.

We know she didn't just take off, Jay.

She's in trouble. We've got to find her.

Here we go.

All right, let's just
not panic until we know.

Hey, we know.

He has her.

Thanks. Guys,

we may have a hit on Lindsay's plates.

East Side headed towards Calumet Park.

- Did they stop the car?
- Lost it in traffic.

Reported a man driving and
a woman in the front seat.

Come on, let's go.

Get out of the car, Yates.

Hands up!

- Suspect's emerging.
- Nice and slow, buddy.

Nice and slow.

What the hell?

Hey, hey, don't shoot.

- Get down.
- It's okay... just get down.

- Don't shoot!
- It's okay.

The son of a bitch switched the plates.

- Got a mom and two kids.
- Otherwise the vehicle's clear.

Sir, where are you coming from?

Uh... Pennsylvania. My mother-in-law's.

Okay, when was the last time you stopped?

A rest stop in Indiana for dinner.

Outside Elkhart.

Oh, my God.

Fin and Amaro filled me
in. He's still driving

- Lindsay's car?
- We think so.

He's smart. Taking back roads.

Avoiding tolls.

Okay, what's the timeline?

Nadia's cell goes dead
around 5:00 in Chicago.

Two hours later, he swapped plates at
a gas station near Elkhart, Indiana.

And you think that he's headed here?

Well, the second switch

is at a parking lot just east
of Reynoldsville, Pennsylvania.

And New York is his old stomping ground.

He used to be somebody when he was there.

Yeah, so he could be here by early morning.

- You put out alerts?
- Yeah, his photo, hers too.

Flagged both their credit cards.

Also checking for stolen
cards along the way.

Okay, as soon as you can
confirm his new license plate,

we'll broadcast it.

Your guys, Lindsay, and I
are on the next flight out.

Hopefully we get there before he does.

Look, Olivia, just something else...

Nadia...

She's a good kid.

So I've heard.

And we know what he's doing to her.

Don't go there.

That never helps.

Yeah, I know.

We made pretty good time.

Looks like we'll get there about dawn.

You ever see the sun
rise over the East River?

Nod your head. Yes? No?

Let me go.

Oh, all the girls say that.

"Please don't kill me.

I'll do whatever you want."

Pretty soon

you'll beg for your life.

And a little secret:

towards the end...
you'll cry for your mama.

Not me.

Oh, you will.

You know what's gonna happen to you?

You're a funny girl.

If you kill me, Hank Voight
is gonna track you down

and make you wish you'd never been born.

Enough small talk for now.

Okay, Chicago PD's flight
finally landed at LaGuardia.

- What can I tell Voight?
- We got a hit

from a stolen credit card used to buy gas,

an ice pick, and a shovel.

It was off of route 78
near Plainfield, New Jersey.

They're getting close.
We've got local police

getting an ID from the clerk now.

There's no hits on the last known plates,

so he might have switched them again.

Still, he's got to take
a tunnel or a bridge

to get into Manhattan.

He's driving the most
common car on the road.

So what, are we gonna
stop every silver Camry?

We're gonna stop every one
driven by a male, white,

that fits Yates' description
and check every known location

that Yates frequented when he lived here.

Hey, Sergeant, we may have
a hit on Lindsay's car.

It's south of the Broadway Bridge.

Let's go.

All right, what have we got?

We just got here.

The sanitation truck spotted it.

I mean, it's not exactly public parking.

It's mine.

Locked.

Nothing. No body.

I gave her that scarf.

She left it for us to find.

So she could still be alive.

Okay, there's no way he
walked out of here, okay?

We're gonna get more
units, canines, cadets,

check to see if there's any
reports of stolen vehicles.

We're gonna get him.

Yep.

Yeah, I'm there.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Need help with that?

Oh, thank you.

Sure.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

- Was it Yates?
- Could have been.

There was two vics.

One DOA, a slender brunette with long hair.

- Is the other one Nadia?
- No.

It was a flight attendant
sharing an apartment.

Brutally beaten. He left behind a sap.

Cracked their skulls.
Both sexually assaulted.

- She's a witness?
- Not to the crime.

The perp helped her with her bags

as he left the courtyard.

- Time?
- About half an hour ago.

Her apartment's across from the girls.

The door was ajar. She called it in.

- Do you mind if I help?
- Of course.

Listen, CSU's upstairs.

Yeah. I need to see for myself.

This is a nightmare.

They were so young.

Ma'am, you said that the man you saw

was white in his 40s.

Any of these guys?

Him, maybe, or... him.

Did you see which way he went?

Was he on foot? Did he get into a car?

I just remember he had the nicest smile.

Okay, thank you, ma'am.

If he did this to these
two, where the hell is Nadia?

- Did she ID him?
- Sort of.

- Not much else though.
- Okay, it's 30 minutes.

He could have hopped on the subway.

He could have stolen another car.

Or there's a reason that
he's in this neighborhood.

Find out if there's anything from his past

that ties him to Elmhurst.

I'm gonna kill this animal.

Okay, any sign of forced entry?

So he charmed his way in. That's his MO.

Yes and no. Leaving the door open,

the bodies in situ, the weapon...

- Your point?
- He's decompensating.

He's getting sloppy or he
knows we're closing in on him,

- and this is his final spree.
- Hey, Sarge,

Yates got a parking ticket back
in 2004, three blocks from here.

Fin and Amaro are on the way.

Okay, flood the zone.

Unis canvassed the block.

Neighbors saw a male,
white, Yates' age and height,

follow a woman into this house.

Hit it.

Everybody down.

You can't just come in here like that.

- What's going on?
- Where is she?

She? Who? What is this about?

- Ma'am... ma'am!
- Where's Nadia?

I don't know.

Sergeant, back off, we got him.

Back off. Turn around.

- Ma'am, are you all right?
- I'm fine.

We're having lunch. What is this?

- You know this guy?
- Greg?

He's my fiancé.

Come on.

- Hey.
- You got him?

- Where is he?
- He's in with Rollins.

He still hasn't told us where Nadia is?

Nope. We could use a bad cop in there.

I don't know what happened to Nadia.

You don't know? You kidnapped her.

Kidnapped? No, she offered me a ride.

Have you really not heard from her?

No wonder you're so worried.

Cut the crap. Where is she?

Dr. Yates,

tell me how you and Nadia...

Hooked up?

Well, I was a bit on edge.

I knew the Chicago cops were after me.

I thought I should visit the station,

maybe clear the air,

but I met Nadia there and she
thought that was a bad idea.

Mm-hmm, and she, uh,
she offered you a ride?

Yes, she said she needed
to get out of town,

but she didn't want to drive alone.

I don't know, I just went with it.

From what I know about you,
you don't really act on impulse.

As a surgeon, right, you can't.

You have to be methodical, thoughtful.

Is this an interrogation or a date?

- She's getting him to talk.
- He's jerking her around.

Give her some time.

He's been getting away
with this for 20 years.

And he's not gonna cave. The girlfriend.

Greg and I have been involved
on and off for 19 years.

We met while he was at medical school.

- Right, at Duke.
- Yes, I was a freshman.

We moved to New York together.

That's a long time.

When did you two get engaged?

Just today, actually.

He never wanted to commit.
He's a bit of a rolling stone,

but that kind of worked for me too.

Did you ever live together?

No, I guess we both needed our space.

Did you ever wonder
why he needed his space?

He's a doctor. He's busy with his practice.

He needs to unwind.

He likes to take hikes. He rides his bike.

- He goes rock climbing.
- Susie...

Greg Yates is not who you think he is.

Look, these girls went missing at Duke,

in New York,

New Orleans, Chicago.

Girls who were raped,

bludgeoned,

burned.

All while Greg was living in those cities.

That is not possible.

You don't know him like I do.

He is kind, he's loving.

He's never even raised his voice to me.

Okay, did he tell you
why he was in New York?

He said he wanted to see
me, that he'd missed me.

I have family out west.

- He said we should move there.
- He left Chicago because

police were about to arrest
him for serial rape and murder.

Nadia looked at me like a father figure.

She said she couldn't deal
with the responsibility

of being everyone's good girl,

that she needed to spread her wings.

You're sick!

- What happened to her?
- Okay, okay, okay.

I think what my colleague is asking...

you were the last one with her.

You knew her mindset.

What do you think happened to her?

A pretty girl like that
looking to party in New York?

I mean, it kind of depends on

who she fell in with, doesn't it?

I mean, where...

do you think this person would take her?

Oh, um...

well, he would probably
take her to a remote location

where he could do
whatever he wanted to her.

And after that?

Maybe he would take her
body to a special place.

A sacred place.

A place where he could visit her

every once in a while.

Maybe...

defile her again, you know.

I can't imagine what you're
going through right now.

It must be horrible thinking
about Nadia's last moments,

how she must have suffered.

Your lives must be a living hell

wondering if you're ever
even going to find the body.

I'm going in.

Just let Amanda do her job.

No, no, that is just not possible.

This is where he was right before

he came to your apartment. Look at it.

He bludgeoned this girl to death,

and that one's brain damaged.

- You're lying to me.
- Am I?

Susie, why do you think I'm here?

He kidnapped a girl in Chicago,
and we tracked him here.

No.

Nadia. He has her.

She's my friend.

On the drive here,

he bought an ice pick

and a shovel at a rest stop
with a stolen credit card.

- Here.
- We found this in his car

along with her blood and his DNA.

Now I know you're lying.
He was at the beach.

A special place he likes
to go. He told me so.

He had sand in his shoes.
That's why I asked him about it.

He said he had gone there to mediate.

He decided he was going
to ask me to marry him

while sitting on that beach.

What beach, Susie?

Susie said Yates sometimes
took her to the main beach

in the summers.

There's no bodies out here. Too public.

You're right, this place
is mobbed in the summer.

Yates did speculate that the killer

liked to come back and visit.

Maybe they're both playing us.

Someplace sacred.

Search the woods.

- Hey.
- Was it her?

No, some old bones, a skull.

We got thigh bones, pelvic bones, a hand...

- All complete decomp.
- They've been there for years.

My God.

Hey, Sarge.

We got her.

I'm sorry.

No...

Cover her up.

- Nadia Decotis.
- Yeah.

She's the one you worked with?

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.

She was raped and tortured and killed

in a car that Yates
dumped in Upper Manhattan.

He must have stolen another car

to transport her to his burial ground.

Burial ground? How many others?

Seven remains so far... they're
working through the night.

- They're still digging.
- The bodies have been there

for years. It's down to skulls and bones.

We're looking at dental records.

Two hits so far.

Any of your cold cases?

Yes, that nurse that went missing in '04,

and the other one was a high
school student from Syosset.

Timelines are a match for
Yates' years in New York,

and New Orleans, Durham.

Multiple missing and murdered women

from Yates' years in those cities.

No forensics? Nothing to tie him

- to any of them?
- No. Yates usually

chooses his victims at random, okay?

He either burned the
bodies or he buried them.

He never left evidence.

Not even with the two vics in Queens?

There's no blood from them
on his clothes or on his body.

He must have changed his
clothes, washed himself.

None of his DNA is in their apartment.

Can the vic who survived ID him?

Brain damage.

I got a State's Attorney
standing by in Chicago.

We can try Yates for his
last two victims there.

You mean the one he burned,
along with any evidence?

Or the one who apparently died

while Yates was walking in the park

with one of your detectives,

along with your whole
squad there to alibi him.

Hold on, Barba. This might be something.

Nadia Decotis was not random.

This was a screw you to Chicago PD.

Do we even have any evidence

that puts Yates in the car with her?

Yes. We have forensics,

and we have footage of him driving.

Not to mention he admits it.

She's our best case, Nadia Decotis.

Nadia Decotis would be horrified
to find me on trial for her murder.

She was someone I grew close to.

- Is there a point this?
- Yes.

In light of the serious charges I'm facing,

I've decided it's in my best interest

to represent myself.

He's just decided this now?

This is the first I'm
hearing of this, Your Honor.

Dr. Yates, are you sure?

You are entitled to competent counsel,

and Ms. Crane is an experienced attorney.

She is, but with all due respect,

it's my life at stake, not hers.

This is a delaying tactic.

No, I'm ready to go now.
I may lack experience,

but I am committed to clearing my name.

Very well. Trial will proceed

with Ms. Crane staying on as co-counsel.

As those autopsy and
crime scene photos show,

Nadia Decotis had been struck
repeatedly by a heavy object

in the head and chest,

suffering traumatic wounds pre-mortem.

She was then strangled.

There are also ligature
marks on her wrist and ankles

indicating she had been bound.

Were there any signs of sexual assault?

Wounds and tears to her vagina and rectum

indicating violent penetration.

I see, thank you.

Doctor, forgive me, I am new at this.

But those wounds of the vagina and rectum,

are those the kinds of things

you might see in the body
of an active prostitute?

- To some extent, but not...
- To some extent.

Nothing further.

Nadia loved her job.

She had really turned her life around.

She was studying criminology
to become a police officer.

- That was her dream.
- Her dream.

Did she ever tell you she
wanted to throw it away

- and move to New York?
- Absolutely not.

When she disappeared, I knew
something had happened to her.

Objection. What the
witness thinks she knows

can't be evidence, can it?

Sustained.

Detective Lindsay, when did
you next see Ms. Decotis?

When we found her body in a shallow grave.

So something had happened to her.

I'm very sorry.

Detective Lindsay, did you meet Ms. Decotis

through friends, at a party,

a police benefit for widows and orphans...

- Your Honor...
- Ask your question, Dr. Yates.

Well, how did you meet Ms. Decotis?

I arrested her.

- For what?
- Objection.

What the murder victim
did a year before she died

is not relevant.

It is if she was doing it
again an hour before she died.

- Approach?
- Mm-hmm.

Your Honor, there is absolutely no evidence

that Ms. Decotis reverted
to prior behavior.

There will be, Your Honor.

In what form?

My testimony.

I was the last person to see her alive,

except for the killer, of course.

Detective Lindsay opened the
door when she beatified Nadia.

I'll give you some leeway

since you're representing
yourself, Dr. Yates,

but move it along.

What was Ms. Decotis doing
when you arrested her?

She was working as an escort.

As a prostitute.

Was she on drugs?

She was addicted to
heroin when I arrested her.

She really struggled for a
time, but when she was ready,

she called me, and I brought her to rehab.

She had been clean and sober ever since.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

We became roommates.

I saw her every day for a year.

You sound very committed to her recovery.

I can see how you'd hate to think

that your little rescue project failed.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

- You're done, Dr. Yates.
- Okeydoke.

I tried my best, but he
just made her sound...

Erin, it's not on you.

You just gonna let him get away
with smearing Nadia like that?

There's a limit to how far he can go.

When he exceeds it, I'll object.

- You'll object?
- Is there a problem?

There shouldn't be.

He's a murderer and a rapist.

We all know that, but no offense

to your legal acumen, the jury
isn't privy to what we know.

They all see the same charming man

whose smile lured dozens
of women to their deaths.

Liv, we need to prep. This
is going to be hard on you.

I'm fine, we went over it.
Just give me a second, okay?

Hey, maybe you don't want to be in there.

Yeah, I do.

A forensic exam found DNA from Ms. Decotis

and from the defendant in
Detective Lindsay's car.

There was also blood from Ms. Decotis.

When you questioned the
defendant about that car,

- what did he say?
- He claimed that Ms. Decotis

invited him to drive with
her here from Chicago.

Did he offer any explanation

for the presence of her blood in her car?

No, he did not.

He did, however, say he was
sure that she must have suffered.

No doubt.

Thank you, Sergeant Benson.

You don't like me, do you, Sergeant?

- Objection. Relevance.
- Sustained.

Dr. Yates, confine your
questions to the case.

Okay, the case.

Sergeant Benson, you
recently went to Chicago

to investigate another rape,
murder, and arson, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

A murder similar to a case of
yours from a dozen years ago

- in New York?
- That's correct.

And you were looking for one suspect

in both of these murders.

Yes. You were that suspect.

You say that today, Sergeant,

but before I was arrested,

you had another suspect
in mind, didn't you?

I was consulting with Chicago PD.

We were pursuing many leads.

Oh, I see, and... from
your investigative notes,

was one of these leads a Dr. Will Halstead?

His name did come up.

He was a medical student in New York

at the time of the 2004 murders,

so his name came up
during that investigation?

He wasn't a suspect at the time.

Really? Well, why did SVU speak with him?

Because he knew another
woman who had gone missing.

And did you suspect that the murderer

you were looking for was
involved in that case?

Yes.

And then, Dr. Halstead shows up in Chicago

right before that murder.

He even works in the same
hospital as the Chicago victim.

Yes, that's why I went and
spoke with Dr. Halstead.

He was ruled out by an alibi.

I see, and that alibi
was confirmed, not by you,

but by the Intelligence
Unit of the Chicago police,

isn't that right?

Yes.

A unit of the Chicago police

that includes Detective Jay Halstead,

who just happens to be the
brother of Dr. Will Halstead.

Yes.

The suspect's brother conveniently cleared

your prime suspect,

and you let him go on his merry way

while looking for someone
else to charge with murder.

Dr. Halstead was cleared
because he didn't do it.

Interesting.

Did you ask him where he was

at the time Nadia Decotis went missing?

No, we did not.

I guess you didn't want to know.

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

No more questions.

My brother was in Chicago that day.

We could find a dozen witnesses.

Then the trial becomes about
your brother and not Yates.

- He's smart.
- He's scum.

He knows what he's doing.

He gets off on torture, even in court.

I ran into Nadia outside
the police station.

She warned me about the Chicago PD.

She said they were looking for a patsy.

And that's when you
decided to drive to New York

with Ms. Decotis?

No, I made that decision

when she told me what
they were doing to her.

Which was what?

Her boss there, Sergeant Voight,

was making her have sex with him.

Objection, hearsay.

It's key to my defense, Your Honor.

I wasn't kidnapping her. I
was trying to help her escape.

If it goes to your state
of mind, I'll allow it.

Your testimony can only reflect
what you saw or experienced.

Why did you get in the car
with Nadia Decotis, Dr. Yates?

I believed Sergeant Voight was raping her.

She wanted to get away, I helped her drive.

She was distraught at the
abuse that she had suffered.

She wanted to get high. I
tried to talk her out of it.

- Did you succeed?
- Oh, I wish.

But as soon as we got to New York,

she said that she was going to get a fix.

- Objection. Hearsay.
- Sustained.

Jury will disregard.

What was your last
impression of Nadia Decotis

based on what you witnessed?

She had a look in her eyes...

a look that I recognized
from my medical practice.

She was jonesing.

I... I was afraid that she
would prostitute herself

to get the money to buy heroin.

After all, that is the life she knew.

She got out of the car.

I never saw her again.

Thank you, sir.

So, Nadia Decotis told you
she decided to flee Chicago?

- That's right.
- Did she happen to tell you

why she decided to go at that very moment,

leaving behind $2,000 in a savings account,

all her clothes and other belongings,

the new friends she'd made,
the Narcotics Anonymous group

she'd been attending faithfully?

She was desperate to get out.

- She didn't have her own car.
- That's not the question.

She was supposed to go to
a birthday party but she...

- Your Honor.
- Jury will disregard.

Dr. Yates, limit your testimony

to answering only the
questions you are asked.

Did Ms. Decotis know that CPD
considered you its main suspect

in a series of brutal rape/murders?

Yes, but she also knew...

She knew her entire
squad was looking for you,

and yet she asked you, of all people,

to drive halfway across
the country with her?

Actually, withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Redirect, Your Honor.

I'll allow.

Dr. Yates, do you have
anything more to add?

Yes. My impression of Nadia
Decotis' emotional state

when I got in the car with her

was that she was under
Sergeant Voight's command.

She was traumatized by him tying her up...

Thank you, Doctor. Nothing further.

And brutally forcing himself
inside of her, again and again.

Nothing further.

Thank you, Doctor.

Counselor, good job.

- Did you see what we saw?
- The real Greg Yates?

I just hope the jury saw it.

They haven't yet. They will.

Dr. Warner, I just have
a few more questions

about Ms. Decotis' injuries.

Your Honor, we've already
heard from this M.E.

The state concluded its case.

The defendant alleged the
victim was a prostitute.

I'm entitled to refute.

Yes, you are. Proceed.

Um...

Did you find evidence in Ms. Decotis' body

of multiple sexual partners?

No, there was no DNA,

and the condom lubricant I
found in her vagina and rectum

was the same brand.

So she was assaulted in
both places by the same man.

It's likely.

Judging from the healing process,

both penetrations occurred
around the same time.

Did you make a full catalogue
of Ms. Decotis' injuries

as shown in these autopsy photos?

Yes. It was quite extensive.

Thank you, Doctor.

Cross-examine?

- No.
- Yes.

Which is it?

Uh, yes, Your Honor, I, uh...

I do have a few questions.

May I examine those photos?

Absolutely.

Dr. Yates, your questions?

Yes... yes.

Uh, Doctor,

could Ms. Decotis' injuries

have been caused by her prostitution?

It's unlikely.

She was savaged.

Savaged, you say. How so?

In addition to the blunt
trauma and strangulation,

there were cuts on her
nipples and external genitalia.

And her anal sphincter,
was... was that torn?

Yes, it was.

And these injuries, though not fatal,

they would have been painful?

Very.

She died a slow death.

How long did she survive
after the first attack started?

30 minutes, maybe longer.

And she would have been
in agony all through it?

Mr. Barba, not to put words in your mouth,

but I'm willing to entertain
an objection if you have one.

I'm fine, Your Honor.

Doctor, was she in a lot of pain?

Yes. I'm sure she was.

Were there signs of struggle?

Yes.

The skin was torn around
the ligature marks.

What goes through a victim's
head in their final moments?

Your Honor, may I please
speak with my client?

- No, I'm not done here.
- A short recess.

Sit down.

Back to Nadia. Would the terror,

the fear, have flooded her with adrenaline?

I can't answer that.

Would she have awareness

of what was going on?

Would she understand

that these were the final moments

of her life?

Come on, Doctor. We
are both medical people.

Use your knowledge!

Or...

Or don't.

Members of the jury, have
you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the charge of rape and
sodomy in the first degree,

we find the defendant, Gregory Yates,

guilty.

On the charge of murder
in the first degree,

we find the defendant guilty.

Dr. Yates, you will remain
in custody pending sentencing.

Members of the jury,

the State of New York
thanks you for your service.

Court is adjourned.

Nadia was family. We'll miss her.

To Nadia.

- To Nadia.
- To Nadia.

Didn't see me coming, did you?

That's because you dropped
your guard for a second.

I could end this right now, just...

snap your neck.

Strangle you.

You know better than anyone
how quickly this can end.

You know what I figure?

What's the hurry?

I want you to feel what
you made others feel.

The pain.

The fear.

Looking over your shoulder when you eat,

take a leak,

sleeping with both eyes open.

Someone will do to you
what you did to Nadia.

It's coming.

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