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In New York City's
war on crime

the worst criminal
offenders are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

I quit years ago.

Watching my old man
die of lung cancer cured me.

I'll see what shows up

on the blood tests.

Thank you, Mr. Gergis.

I did okay, huh?

Sure.

You remember...

you call me every
couple weeks--

you let me know
how you're doing.

Not here.

Wait till you
get outside.

Tell Elaine it's for her.

Leo, where did
you get this?

I earned it from
medical research.

They took my blood.

Hey, they paid me
a thousand.

Ben... I got my ring
out of hock.

Hey, tell Elaine all I want
is a chance, huh?

I-I got to tap
a kidney.

You wait for me?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see you, Ricky.

I don't have your number.

Nice cologne, Dad.

Look, if you're looking
for money, I can't...

No, no, Ricky, no.

Here.

It's not much.

I'm going to make
things up to you.

Okay, look, uh...

catch up with your friends.

Treat 'em to a slice.

And get yourself
a CD or something.

Another chance with $300?

Do you know that he showed up
at Rick's campus today?

What happens if he decides
to visit Emmy at her school?

He's my brother.
I'll tell him to back off.

You tell him that if he comes
near the kids again

I'm going to have him
thrown in jail.

What should I do?

I want to come home, Ben.

I want to take
care of her.

You got nothing
to offer, Leo.

Why don't you hit up
those researchers?

If they can afford
one grand,

they can afford ten.

I'll see you
around, Leo.

Oh, hi.

I thought I got
the address wrong.

I'm sorry
I had to bother you.

Hey, well, that makes
two of us, buddy.

The morning shift
found him crushed in here.

He tried to slip through

then the gate opened, and...

Didn't anyone
hear him scream?

The gate's pretty loud.

Hey, one of you guys
got the time?

8:30.

They heard you just fine.

Maybe they didn't
hear him scream

because he didn't scream

'cause he was already dead.

Latent ID'd him
as Leo Gergis, 48.

He has a record
of panhandling

and vagrancy.

There's a preliminary finding
of accidental death.

The gate caught him
on the right side
of the head,

but most of the trauma's
on the left.

Look at this.

St. Victor's.

The homeless shelter
in Brooklyn.

That's a long way
from Hunts Point.

He was married.

There's no tan line
on his finger.

Maybe he just
started wearing it.

The gold is tarnished

with a thin line
across the band.

Someone tied
a string around it.

Maybe a pawnbroker's tag?

Somehow he had the money
to get it out of hock.

You know, when you
live in a shelter,

you learn not
to hide things

in your socks,
your pockets,
your pants.

You know, I've always wanted
a jacket like that.

Well, maybe we can find out
where Leo got his.

How did it happen?

EAMES:
We're not sure.

Had you seen
him recently?

No. Well,
not since

he crashed my son's
high school graduation.

When they found him,
he was wearing this.

Do you recognize it?

Yeah.

He was wearing this?

Did he have any
reason to think

you were getting
back together?

No.

I didn't give him any.

How about you,
Mr. Gergis?

Did your brother say
anything to you?

A couple of weeks ago
he gave me $300 for Elaine,

and gave my nephew $100.

He thought he could
buy is way back
into the family.

We found another $500
on him.

You have any idea
where he got that money?

BEN:
He said something
about giving blood.

You don't make
that kind of money
selling blood.

Well, then I don't know.

He... maybe he had
some scam going.

He used to be
marketing director
for a cruise line.

He was no idiot.

He couldn't take care
of his family,

but he damn well took care
of his own needs.

We hold their stuff
for three months

and then it goes to Goodwill.

Here's Leo's stuff.

Oh, sorry, here.

Oh, no,
that's okay.
I'm better without.

Leo knew his mustard.

These look like
they're from a hotel.

He bought these.

The tax stamps
are still on them.

Maybe he bought them
for a friend?

There's no nicotine
on Leo's fingers
or his teeth.

He doesn't smoke.

Leo's buddies...

any of them
smoke this brand?

Filtered... yeah.

There's Johnny,
Johnny Dikins.

Haven't seen him
here in a month.

He left his stuff behind.

John Dikins, age 45.

DOA a month ago.

Finding of accidental death.

Next time,
call first.

I'm supposed to be
on my lunch break.

You get a
lunch break?

All right, he fell
through the floor

of an abandoned
building.

Autopsy found
blunt force trauma

to the second
and third vertebrae.

Broken neck.

Do it to you
every time.

Apparently so does
being homeless.

Two deaths by
blunt force trauma

consistent with
freak accident.

Two victims in
their late 40s,

both in good health.

How many cases
with this profile

in the last 12 months

in all five boroughs,
men and women?

Here's another.

Death from accidental
overdose. Pass.

Death from exposure. Pass.

Here we go.

Lisa Fitterman,
female Caucasian.

Slip and fall down the stairs

at 59th Street Station.

Head injuries.

46-year-old vagrant.

That's 14.

14 homeless people.

Male, female, all Caucasian.

All between the ages

of 45 and 55.

All in reasonably good health.

All of them dead

from injuries that include
a massive blow to the head.

Someone's killing
the great bums of New York.

There's a call
on your direct line.

He said it's
about a client--

someone named Leo.

Jack Bernard.

How can I help you?

I'm not sure I can do that.

I have associates.

I'll talk to them.

No, you give me a number...

I just... Hello?

I'll be back in ten.

Nothing's jumping out.

The deaths were
already factored

into the Compstat
mortality report.

If there was a pattern,

the computer
would have picked it up.

Maybe not.

These deaths are scattered
across precincts.

Sometimes two weeks apart,
sometimes two months.

Different times,
different days
of the week.

I don't see a motive here.

If it's random,
maybe it's because
it is random.

If these were random,

the law of averages
says there'd be coincidences

with the times or the locations.

The fact there are
no coincidences

means somebody's working
very hard

at not setting off alarm bells.

Leo's your freshest trail.
Start with him.

In the works.
We're tracking
the lot numbers

on the mustard jars
in his knapsack.

MAN:
Sofia, these detectives
want to talk to you

about the needle
you found in Mr. Gergis' trash.

It was very small
with a little rubber tube on it.

Sounds like the kind
used to take blood samples.

Did you find anything else
in the trash?

There was these
sticky square things

and little strips of paper.

Electrocardiogram?

Leo had a physical?

Why would somebody
get a physical

in a hotel room?

Now, we ran
all 14 victims

through the Insurance
Medical Information Bureau.

They were all insured
for a million bucks

under "key man" policies.

The Atlantic Union
Insurance Company

they thought
that they were insuring

the Vice President of Finance

for Compagnie
Fiduciaire Elysee in France.

Trans-State Insurance
thinks Johnny was the director

of marketing for Compagnie
Immobiliers Concorde in Paris.

Somebody passed them off
as corporate honchos.

Working for French
companies

that are beneficiaries
of the policies.

Let me guess.

The companies are bogus.

Yeah. Someone
is recruiting

these people,
cleaning them up

and getting them a checkup.

And then when
the policy is in force,

they kill them
to look like an accident.

At a million bucks
a pop,

why didn't the insurers
notice a trend?

The scheme was designed
to avoid detection

by using different
underwriters and
actuaries

submitting policies
under brokers' names

without their knowledge.

You got to wonder
how many homeless

are walking around
with a price on their head.

Find out while you can
still do something about it.

This perp must have left tracks.

We don't know enough
about insurance companies

so they're sending us an expert.

You play the piano,

Mr. Stevens?

Your fingers.

I taught myself
moving my fingers like this

relaxes me.

Your work makes you tense?

It stimulates me.

Looking for fraud,
looking for falsehoods--

they always betray themselves.

The man you're looking for

got his training
at Hartford State.

You figured that out
just by glancing
at this material?

So he learned something
at Hartford State

that he used
to commit the crimes?

Maybe took classes
in statistics?

Colonial New England
sponsors a course

in actuarial studies
at Hartford State.

The instructor uses
an idiosyncratic approach

to probability analysis.

Your man used that approach
to manipulate the variables

of each crime
to avoid detection.

These four--

what's the common thread?

He's familiar
with industrial insurance.

These cases,

Dikins and Sher,
displayed proprietary knowledge

specific to two insurers:

Ohio Mutual
and National Colonial.

Our man worked for one of them.

Or it's a coincidence.

No such thing.

The more intricate
the apparent pattern,

the simpler
the underlying reality.

Chaos theory.

Mm. Mm.

What else can you see?

He did a stint
with an international firm.

Because he knew how
to file incorporation papers

for the phony
French companies.

Yes.

This is really great.

STEVENS:
That completes
his skill set.

Other than that...
I can't help you.

Thank you, Mr. Stevens.

I didn't know you had
an older, geekier brother.

How was your flight?

Turbulent.

Everything connected
to this business
is turbulent.

It's dishwater.

You tell me
why I need this?

We're not involved

in each other's
private business anymore.

You made the rules, remember?

This guy worked
for Ohio Mutual
from '88 to '93.

Specialized
in employee benefits.

He interned at Lloyd's
of London in the '70s.

That's two markers.

That's it.

Two out of five markers.

Maybe there are no
perfect matches.

Maybe there are two people

who together have
the required skill set.

Maybe I'm starting to sound
like your little buddy.

There is one marker
that Wally Stevens forgot.

That not only did our guy
recruit homeless people

he had to find them again
when it was time to kill them.

That wouldn't be easy

unless you worked
with the homeless.

Insurance guys love
to give each other awards

especially for their
humanitarian work.

Their trade association
newsletter

might have something
about it.

The Dominion Award

for Civic Action.
Looks like there are

three people
in the last ten years

who won for their work
with the homeless.

This guy looks old enough
to be Wally's grandfather

but this guy,
he looks in good shape.

He might know his way
around a blunt instrument.

Jack Bernard.

He sounds familiar.

He got the award
five years ago

for "tireless efforts
on behalf of the homeless."

Back then he worked
for National Colonial.

That's one of the companies
Wally mentioned.
That's two markers.

Three-- he grew up in Hartford.
Went to Hartford State.

He's gonna wish
he stayed.

(knocking)

Mr. Bernard,
it's the police.

There's a light on around back.

(sniffs)

Gas.

There's somebody
on the floor in there.

(coughing)

He's dead.

According to his passport,

he hasn't been out
of the country in three years.

I don't see how
he picked up

those insurance
checks in Paris.

This room doesn't fit.

It's got this
expensive furniture

and then these cheap posters
on the wall.

Look at this stereo.
What's that worth?

Maybe $150.

And then this dining room set
is worth about $10,000.

Maybe he has a friend
in the furniture business.

All this stuff is from
Fauborg St. Louis Showroom.

Maybe his friend

in the furniture business
is French.

WOMAN (French accent):
I haven't worked

for that furniture company
in two years.

Why are you bothering me
with this ancient history?

You were personnel director
until they fired you.

I was not fired.

No, see, the company said
they fired you two years ago

for taking kickbacks
from an insurance broker
Jack Bernard.

That is a ridiculous
accusations.

Have you ever heard

of Compagnie Fiduciaire Elysee?

No. Must be
your pronunciation.

It must be because
the Interpol found
your fingerprints

on incorporation papers

from that company.

Your client
and Mr. Bernard

took their initial scam

and kicked it up
a couple notches.

They insured homeless people
as key executives

of bogus French companies

and then they killed them
for the insurance money.

(whispering)

My client denies
any complicity
in this scheme

but she may know
of other victims

Mr. Bernard has insured

and is planning on killing
in the future.

Hmm.

How many?

Un, deux, trois?

Deux.

Well, we certainly
don't want Mr. Bernard

killing any more people.

Let's hear her story.

Off the record.

I didn't know Jack
was going to kill anyone, okay?

He didn't explain it to me

until after
the first person died.

And then I was afraid
I'd have to go alone.

Yeah, I can imagine.

It's true.
He picked the victims.

He decided when
to kill them.

And what,
you just held his coat?

I just set up the companies.

I collected the checks
and I kept the policies

in the deposit box.
That's it.

$14 million.

$14 million!

Where is it?

It's supposed to be
in a bank in the Caymans

but Jack emptied
all the accounts.

He ripped me off.

GOREN:
Oh...

so why is it
that you think

he's the one
who took the money?

Of course,
he's the one.
Last man he killed

he rushed me
to go to Paris

to pick up
the insurance checks.

The million dollars
for Leo Gergis?

Right. Jack wanted
an accountant's check
straightaway.

He wouldn't tell me why.

I should have known then
he was going to betray me.

The other names of the
homeless.

She didn't kill him.

She doesn't even know
he was dead.

Not to mention the
missing 14 million.

It's not anywhere
Bernard had access to.

What about Mademoiselle?

Same story.

We had her safe
deposit box opened.

It was just
insurance policies.

So there's a third musketeer

who killed Bernard
and took the money.

What sunny part of the world

do you want to start
looking for him?

Look who's here.

The insurance company
sent him

to help us recoup
their money.

Hello, Mr. Stevens.

You arrested someone.

That's right.

Did you find the money?
EAMES:
Not yet.

Haven't they told
you where it is?

Apparently,
they don't know.

Well, how is
that possible?

We'll find out.

How are you going
to find out?

My partner

would love
to explain it to you.

I've got work to do.

Mr. Stevens...

why don't we just go in here?

I offended her.

Well... she was
uncomfortable.

She thought that you
were staring at her.

I gave her too much
eye contact.

I try to watch myself,
but sometimes I forget.

Well, you were preoccupied
with the money.

My employers are very concerned
about the money.

Well, there's no trace of it.

The man who engineered the plan

and did the killings is dead.

And we arrested
his girlfriend.

Well, she probably
has the money.

Women like money.

So do men.

That's because
women like men with money.

This is everything
we have on the case.

They were planning on killing
two more people, 16 total.

We haven't figured out
the pattern yet.

Just because things are in
physical or temporal proximity

doesn't mean they're connected.

Now you're saying
that there are coincidences.

No.

A coincidence is two unrelated
events that appear alike

happening at the same time.

Two brothers dying in two
car accidents on the same day.

Yes.

But if you look at
those two events carefully

there are more differences
between them

than there are similarities.

They're not really alike.

Excuse me.

If I look at someone
when I talk to them

for more than two-thirds
of the time

I-I seem aggressive.

But if I look at them for
less than one-third of the time

I seem dishonest.

I'm still practicing this.

You two looked like
you were having so much fun.

No, he's an interesting man.

These are
the insurance policies

from the French girl's
safe deposit box.

Leo Gergis's policy
had a letter attached.

It's from the insurance company.

"The medical exam revealed
the presence of a heart murmur.

"Mr. Gergis contacted
us by phone

"and informed us he had
a congenital heart condition.

"As a result, we attached
a rider to the policy

to cover this
pre-existing condition."

Gergis called them by phone

out of the blue,
this homeless guy?

Doesn't make sense.

Or someone else
pretending to be Gergis.

Jack Bernard or the guy
who killed him?

Well, Jack wouldn't know
his full medical history.

But you know who would?

EAMES:
Did you know your brother
had a heart condition?

Yes, he was born with it.

What does that have
to do with anything?

You ever talk to an insurance
company about it?

About his heart condition, no.

Why, what happened?

Someone took out insurance
on your ex-husband.

A million dollars' worth.

And then
they killed him.

You see, it was an opportunity
that they couldn't resist.

But his death wasn't a total
waste, was it, Mr. Gergis?

Of course it was.

His death, his life...
it was just a waste.

His kids wouldn't agree.

Thanks to the insurance,
they both have a college fund.

Your brother-in-law
didn't tell you.

He set up a trust fund for a
million dollars in their names.

It didn't take a lot
of detective work

to figure that out.

Ben, what are they saying?

You took insurance
out on Leo?

No.

No, but he found out
who did.

And after Leo was killed,
he blackmailed them

into giving him
the money.

How did you figure
it out, Mr. Gergis?

You got ahold of the guys
who did the medical exam?

Is that how you found
Jack Bernard?

I never thought
they would kill him.

I thought they had
some other kind of scam going.

But once Leo was dead

you thought you'd do something
for your family.

He never took
responsibility!

EAMES:
When did Jack
give you the money?

Friday.

A week ago.

Was he alone?

Yes.

He seemed pretty jumpy.

He kept asking me
who I had talked to about Leo.

Meaning the police?

No...

he wanted to know
about other people.

Other people?

Other people connected
to the scheme?

He didn't want them
to find out about Leo?

That's the impression I got.

That he was trying
to pull a fast one on them.

The girl knew about Leo.

Jack had another partner.

That's who he was
worried about.

Leo wasn't part
of the original plan.

The plan wasn't to kill 16
people; it was to kill 15.

Leo was Jack's pet project.

Jack got greedy.

And Jack got himself killed.

Progress?

I'm looking for the
third musketeer.

Leo Gergis...

He skews the whole design.

He-he was the only
one that was killed

within a month of the
policies being issued

and he was
the only one

that was found dead
in an industrial zone.

You take him out, and...

well, patterns become clear.

The days the bodies
were found-- Monday,

Wednesday, Friday,
Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday,

Wednesday, Friday, Sunday,

and the blocks that the-the
bodies were, were, were
left on:

the 500 block, the 400 block,
the 600, 300, the 700 block.

Minus one, plus two,
minus three, plus four.

Dozens of small patterns.

I'm finding dozens
of small patterns.

Jack Bernard thought of this?

No. Th-the one time
that he tried

to-to set up a kill
on his own, he-he botched it

and Jack doesn't have
the skill set to do this.

Maybe his computer did.

( drumming to
Stevens' rhythm )

EAMES:
I'd hate to see
what the assistant

chief adjuster's
office looks like.

This is how Wally likes it.

It's out of the way.

That's right.

Wally's not much
of a people person

but set him loose
on a claim...

He has kids.

EAMES:
Hope springs eternal.

You notice the...
the windows.

Mm-hmm.
Different windows.

Different houses.

And that shadow there.

That one was
taken from a car.

Did Wally move recently?

I don't think so, no.

He's still
with his wife and kids?

If he wasn't, I think he would
have mentioned something.

Our hunch was right.

Wally's divorced,
as of two years ago.

His wife remarried
six months later.

Remarried well,

judging by the house
in the photo.

She's a paralegal.

She married one of the
partners at her firm.

She got a restraining order
against Wally.

He was showing up at her house
every week with flowers

asking when she
was coming home.

Mr. Stevens was humiliated.

No wonder he didn't
tell his coworkers.

Mmm. It wouldn't have occurred
to him to tell them.

Has it occurred to you
you're looking for something
that's not there?

"Symptoms include the need to
create and duplicate patterns.

"Impairment of
nonverbal behavior

"such as eye-to-eye gaze,

"inflexible adherence
to routines,

"often coupled
with high intelligence

"and a tendency
to become preoccupied

with a particular
subject."

What are you describing?

Asperger syndrome.

It's a... a high-functioning
form of autism.

It's-it's why Wally Stevens
can't empathize.

It's why he can't connect.

It's why this pattern
is in there.

Er... time...

and...

space.

These are the first
five people

who were insured
i-i-in sequence.

This is the pattern.

And the same pattern
for the next five.

And the next five.

That leaves one
pattern unfinished.

It's very visual.
Juries like visuals.

I wish we could show them

the missing millions
in Mr. Stevens' possession

or anything,
for that matter,

beyond these
abstractions.

Does Weehawken sound
abstract to you?

(repeatedly playing
five-note tune)

(doorbell rings)

Hey.

Sorry to barge in
on you so late.

Something came up.

We wanted to run
it by you.

Have you had dinner yet?

I was going to
heat something up.

I hope you like
Chinese food.

Yes.

Yes, I do.

We'll need plates.

We would have
come by earlier

but my partner had
to look at houses.

Yeah, I'm gonna buy.

I like this place.

It looks like you have
a lot of rooms.

Aren't you going to ask me
where I'm looking?

Where are you looking?

Whitestone.

It's-it's where
my parents grew up.

My partner's very
sentimental.

Well, it's what
I can afford.

What made you
pick this house?

I don't know.

My wife picked it.

'Cause I notice

there's a grocery store
around the corner.

Yes, it's very convenient.

That's what I need.

You know, a deli.

Something like that,
just in walking distance.

I like the one you
looked at today.

Oh, off Francis Lewis Boulevard.

It's near Beechurst.

Well, I'm not sure if I saw

any delis around
there, though.

There's a deli on 154th Street.

Hey,

can I write that down?

Could you show me...

where...? Sorry.

One egg roll
or two?

Um... one.

Please.

Thank you.

Baching it
tonight, huh?

Wife out
with the kids?

Yes, they're out.

You know what?

You should, uh...

You should ask him...

Yeah. Look, I
bet he knows.

My brother moved
into a new house

two months ago,
and I'm sure

I'm going to get lost
getting there.

Off 495, Exit 2.

Weehawken.

Yes, Palisade Avenue.

He says I take a right turn
and go under a bridge...

The bridge is
to the left.

Palisade Avenue is
three miles to the left.

Oh, I'd better
mark this down

before I forget.

I havenosense
of direction.

Do you mind?

Well, I wonder where
that wife of yours

is, huh? It's
getting late.

She's out.

She's not.
She's gone.

She'll be back.

Sure. Soon as she divorces
that rich lawyer she married.

That's not going
to happen.

'Cause women like money.

Isn't that what you said?

Women like men with money

and you don't have any money.

No, No, I don't.

Not even, let's
say, $15 million?

I don't have $15 million.

How about
$13 million?

I don't have $15 million.

I don't have
that money.

Yes, you do.

Because it's the only way you
know how to get your wife back.

Because you could
never offer her

what she really wanted,

offer her a real
relationship.

No, I'm a good husband.

I'm loyal. I pay the bills.

Obviously,
it wasn't enough

so you hooked up
with Jack Bernard.

I'm a good husband.

I did not kill anybody.

He had
the inside track

on the homeless,
the French girlfriend.

And all you had

was...

sheer analytical genius.

I didn't kill anybody.

Not me.

Yes, you did, Wally.

You left your mark
all over the scheme.

The piece of music
that you play...

over and over...

five bars, each with
five notes.

You like the, the number five.

Five toes, five fingers.

Five photos

and the pattern that
you make with them

and... these dishes.

But you're not
aware of it.

But can you see it now?

No matter how hard

you strive for chaos...

it... always...

comes out like...

this.

I didn't kill anybody.

You can't connect me to this.

I-I'm not a killer.

You can't connect me.

You connected
yourself.

You were very
thorough.

You scouted
each place

where you dumped the bodies.

That's why you know

Whitestone so well.

And Weehawken, there
where you planned to dump

the other two victims
you never got around
to killing.

Don't you remember, you
told us when you met us,

"They always betray
themselves"?

Why would I do that?

Why would I keep
making this pattern?

I wouldn't do that.

Because you can't
help yourself.

Because you don't know.

I wouldn't do that.

Look, I...

I-I photocopied this

for you.

They only started

diagnosing Asperger... in 1994.

You would have been
too old by then.

That's why you
make patterns.

That's why

you're not very good with people

and your wife left you.

(gasping)

Oh... oh... oh... oh...

It's me. That's me.

(gasping)

Why didn't somebody tell me?

Why, why didn't they...
why didn't they tell me?

(gasping)

Nothing
is the same

since...
since they left.

Nothing is the same
since they left.

I want
everything to be the same.

I want everything
to be the same.

The house is so empty.

This house is so empty.

Nothing's the same.

Nothing is the same.

As soon as his
lawyer gets here

he wants to make
a full statement.

To think
his murders

almost went
undetected.

His murders did.

It was Jack Bernard's
that didn't.

A criminal mastermind.

They don't make them
like they used to.

I'm sure
he'd like a pen pal.