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I told you already,
I took the Hyzaar.

I take it again, I'm
gonna have to go.

I'm always going.

Okay, Mr. Wanamaker
says he already

took his meds for the day.

What do you think, Carrie?

Well, Mr. Wanamaker, you
took your Ependramine...

Two pills, ten
milligrams... At 8:48

and three Prevacid 20's at 1:17,

which would make you due
for your Hyzaar right about now.

March 27, 1998.

- Oh...
- Come on, Carrie.

Do your thing.

I swear, I'll take all my pills.

All right.

All right, all right, all right.

March 27, 1998 was

a Friday.

Sunrise was at 5:45...

5:46 a.m.

The Knicks beat the Grizzlies

97-89 for their 40th win,

and most important
of all around here,

the FDA approved... Viagra.

Fantastic.

I'll take my pills.

All right.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, I got it. Here.

Thank you, Miss.

Are you new here?

No, you and me go way back.

Oh, this is a good one.

This is where Ray has to
go on a cruise with Marie.

You know, you're good at this.

If you ever want an actual job.

I have a job.

In fact, tonight I think I'm
gonna ask for a little raise.

Okay, good luck.

Luck?

Who said anything about luck?

♪♪

21. Winner.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Whew.

Norman would
like to talk to you.

Could Norman wait for a minute?

'Cause I'm doing
really great here.

Sit down.

There's lowlifes
and lower lifes,

then there's card counters.

You're famous, lady.

Last month, you were
thrown out of the Bel Air,

the Mexicana and
the Atlantic Aladdin.

I don't really recall.

Give me my money back.

Give it back now,
and we're done.

Or better, we should
add some interest.

I know what interests me.

Okay, all right, I was at the
Aladdin a couple weeks ago.

You should know, you were there.

Yeah, you were palling
around with that big bald guy,

scar on his left
cheek, no pinky?

Milosz? What the hell you
doing with Milosz, Isaac?

She's lying. It wasn't me.

Sure it was.

You were wearing a leather
jacket... epaulets, brown,

- three buttons.
- The Varvatos?

I gave you that jacket.

Norm, think about it...
Why would I be with Milosz?

Maybe I can help
you out with that.

You were talking about Bayonne.

Something to do
with container tracks.

Trucks. Container trucks.

You told that schmuck
about Bayonne?

Yeah, he did.

You shut up!

I never talked to
the guy, I swear!

Yeah, well, we'll see.

Go!

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

Put the big gun down.

You don't know how to use it.

Sit down.

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ I love my life, I
love this record and ♪

♪ Mi amore vole fe yah ♪

Taxi!

♪ 'Cause God makes no mistakes ♪

♪ I'm on the right track... ♪

Carrie?

Call 911.

Okay.

What do we got?

Name is Catherine Grant,

early 30's, looks
to be a stabbing.

According to the
building manager,

she's been a
tenant three months,

paid her rent pretty regular.

Just a "nice, quiet
girl." His words.

Mr. Lin on the third
floor... He's the one

who called you guys.

And this was at what time?

Uh, 3:15, I think...

Any witnesses?

- Nada.
- Uh...

Didn't really look at

the clock until, uh,
sometime after 3:30.

Roe is finishing
up with her now.

- A lot of help.
- Great.

Okay, thanks.

Okay, uh, front doors at
each entryway are locked,

but someone could've
buzzed in a stranger.

Might not be a stranger.

Let's run all the tenants.

Is that yesterday's suit?

So, I had a date.

It was going well.

Body's out back.

Weapon?

Uniforms doing an area.

Nothing so far.

No forced entry.

Handbag and wallet
were still up on the shelf.

About 80 bucks.

If he was after something,

wasn't money.

Here, show you something.

Catherine Grant
on the lease, right?

And the supermarket
card says Catherine Isaacs.

Married name.

Yeah, what I thought, except

expired driver's
license: Gail Isaacs.

They lifted a few
prints, mostly partials.

But better still,
got a cell phone.

Maybe find some
friends and family.

Friends and family usually

end up on the
fridge... Nothing there.

No knickknacks,

snapshots from the
past, phone numbers.

And her books are
all romance novels.

This was a lonely woman.

I got nothing on my fridge.

My point. You
should get out more.

Oh, come on.

He's gonna put his weapon back?

It's what's not here.

Most popular knife
there is, chef's knife.

A weapon of convenience.

Could mean he didn't

come to kill her.

Consistent with what I got.

Lady found the body
says it started as a fight,

he got her once
upstairs, she takes off,

he follows,
finishes her outside.

Gotta love CSI.

Everybody's an expert now.

She say how she came up

with this scenario?

You can ask her yourself.

C. Wells, 216.

What's her name?

Carrie Wells.

What'd she look like?

Mid-30's, red hair, pretty.

That's all?

She looked like a witness, Al.

I think I'll go talk to her.

All right.

- I'm with you, boss.
- I'm okay.

Oh, I, uh, thought
'cause I did the initial...

I'm okay.

You don't have to break it down.

I heard you.

Nice to see you, too.

May I enter?

Well, that depends.

You have probable cause?

What the hell are
you doing here?

Uh, I live here.

What are you doing here?

Investigating a murder.

We look around, ask questions,
you remember how that works.

I mean, what are you
doing in New York?

Trying to move up in the world.

You always were driven, Al.

Look who's talking.

Oh, no, I gave all that up.

Yeah, I can tell.

So, married?

Children?

- Girlfriend.
- Oh.

Not Linda Perini.

Who's Linda Perini?

EMT, five-six, annoying lisp,

that girl you always said
you were gonna leave me for.

You left me, by the way,
and that wasn't the reason.

That's right, it's because
I'm an obsessive cataloguer

of people's faults who
stores slights and injuries

like some kind of freak bulldog

who will never let go unless
you forcibly break her grip.

Don't look at me like that.

You said it.

I never said that.

August 14, 2002, 2:36 a.m.,

hot night, no rain,
there were crickets.

Okay, all right, I was angry,
I was frustrated, I was...

Insensitive.

And I'm too sensitive.

♪ Ta-da! ♪

The investigation
was over, Carrie.

It was over. There
were no leads,

no hope, and it
was destroying you.

You gave up.

I did what I thought
was right for us.

Well, we all know
how that turned out.

For us.

- Great.
- Great.

- Now that we got that out of the way...
- Yep.

Can you help me here?

Catherine Grant, 316.

I was sleeping, I heard a fight.

He must've chased
her down the stairs.

I went outside,
checked her vitals,

made sure someone
called it in. That's all I got.

You heard the fight?

Yeah.

But I just heard stuff
being knocked around.

Nothing specific.

I'm sorry, wish I had more.

Okay.

Well, thanks for your help.

Call if you think of anything.

Well, why else would I call?

Like I said, nice to see you.

Hey, Al.

I, um...

I hope you get your guy.

She had lots of pay stubs
from, uh, temp agencies...

Mostly secretarial stuff.

Queens, the Bronx,
some in the city.

You get the last
place she worked?

Not yet.

The coroner confirms

multiple stab wounds to
the chest and abdomen,

consistent with...
Thank you, Al...

A six-to eight-inch
chef's knife,

unfortunately, still missing.

But the good news is

we got some hair from
under her fingernails.

Examiner's doing a DNA workup.

Anything from her phone?

Dumped the cell, just
waiting for the records.

Here's what's bugging me.

Catherine Grant,
Catherine Isaacs,

whatever her name is...
It's like she's got no past.

Can't find an old address.

No journals, no old
letters, no photos.

Not even a postcard from
some stupid vacation somewhere.

We got a hit from
Catherine's prints.

This time as Jennifer Goodwin.

Busted for prostitution in 1995.

'95?

Wow, she must have been a kid.

Just get me the last
place she temped.

I want to find someone
who knows this woman.

Maybe we already have.

Those unidentified latents
we found in her apartment...

One of the prints
belongs to the neighbor.

C. Wells, 216.

Mid-30's, red hair, pretty.

She says she barely
knew the vic, right?

What's she even
doing in the system?

Interesting question.

As it turns out, Carrie
Wells' prints track back

to a NYSID number
from the Syracuse PD,

1997 to 2002.

She was a cop.

Syracuse PD.

That's your old
haunt, Al, isn't it?

How'd it go last night?

Your luck?

Oh, yeah. It kind of ran out.

Rachel!

Rachel!

You okay, Carrie?

Yeah. Fine.

Speaking of fine.

The plan was I call
you, remember?

Yeah, well, I also
remember you don't call.

Why didn't you say you
knew Catherine Grant?

I didn't know her.
We were neighbors.

I saw her around, I said hi.

How come your prints
were in her apartment?

I don't know.

I helped her carry in some
groceries a few weeks ago.

And you didn't
mention this because?

Because A: it wasn't relevant,
and B: your kid never asked me.

That's sloppy, Detective.

You can't stop being a cop.

Oh, I can, and I did.

So you're a nurse now?

No. I volunteer. It's nice.

My friends at Midvale aren't
exactly hung up on the past,

unlike me.

Why you were a good detective.

Nothing got by you.

Yeah, like the look of that kid

who blew his own
head off with a 12-gauge

'cause his crackhead
dad forgot to lock it up.

Some things you want to forget.

After nine years off
the force, I almost can.

And Rachel?

The idea that I could
maybe solve her murder

is how I survived the
kids and the shotguns.

And when you shut
that investigation down,

I couldn't do it anymore.

I just... I couldn't
do it anymore.

That's why I left Syracuse.

That's why I can't help you now.

Did I say anything
about helping?

You're gonna.

What, you read minds now?

Oh, I can read yours.

All right, look, we got
nothing on this one.

No motive, no weapon,
no friends or family.

Not even sure we got a name.

I'm not asking you
to help as a cop,

I'm asking you to
help as a witness.

I didn't see anything,
Al. I didn't see anything.

You don't know what you saw.

You know what I mean.

Aren't we supposed to
hold hands or something?

If there's chanting,
I am so out.

♪♪

There's a shadow.

I didn't notice it before.

Where?

Someone was here.

He was hiding here.

Why didn't you run?

If it's a Derek Jeter
rookie card, it's mine.

She's got a great
memory, that's all.

So does my Aunt Jacquie.
She remembers every birthday.

But Aunt Jacquie wasn't
the youngest detective

in the history of the
Syracuse police department.

What, so she worked
homicide for you?

Highest clearance
rate in the department.

And so she remembers
what, like, facts and stuff?

Fact patterns, crime
scenes, witness testimony.

Once she's got
'em, she's got 'em.

And she doesn't forget anything?

She can't forget anything.

It's a medical thing.

Hyperthymesia.
Only five or six people

in the whole country have it.

Did you check upstairs?
How you gonna bring her on?

I'll run her as a consultant,
just this one time.

All right, you want the
good news or the bad news?

- Surprise me.
- Bad news: no prints on the knife.

Good news: pay
stubs came through.

We found her last place of work.

Early 30's. Would have
called herself Catherine Grant.

Yeah, I remember this
one. She temped here

for a while when Lourdes
left to take care of her mother.

And when was this?

I don't know, a few months ago.

My girl can give you the dates.

Do you remember, did
she have any problems

with any of the other employees?

Not that I know of.

The only reason I
remember her at all,

is she rented a van
from us for a couple days.

Did she say why
she wanted a van?

Yeah, actually, something
about moving out on a boyfriend.

She seemed in a hurry.

- You got a sec?
- Sure.

Okay, I've been looking
at the crime scene photos

from Catherine's apartment.

Look at this.

The spacing is weird.

Frame, frame, nothing.

That's an empty hanging hook.

Something was there.
Something worth taking down.

You were in her apartment.

Be nice to know what it was.

You can put it there.

Okay.

Nice flowers.

I love flowers.

You live downstairs, right?

- Yeah. Uh-huh.
- If I make too much noise,

- just bang on the ceiling.
- That's okay.

No, no, do it.

Carrie, what's going
on? Can you see the wall?

I'm Catherine, by the way.

Carrie.

You're right. There's a photo.

Catherine and another woman.

Uh, it's not recent.

What's the woman look like?

Dark hair.

About the same age. They
could almost be sisters.

They look happy.

Here.

Oh.

Thanks.

So I guess the question is:
who is our mystery woman?

You okay?

Thank you, Nina. Nice job.

No-go on Catherine's
old boyfriend.

He was at his
sister-in-law's in Mamaroneck

night of the murder.

Says the sister-in-law.

Says his Easy Pass.

He took the Triborough
to the Bruckner and up 95.

Back the next morning.

Wow. Guess you really can
take the boy out of Syracuse.

You know the only thing I miss?

Those Maui burgers
at Eddie Coyne's.

- Right?
- Yes.

Otherwise, wasn't
the same without you.

I had a friend in Queens North.

It's different down here.

I like the vibe.

What about you? Why New York?

Why Queens?

Still get a one-bedroom
for under $1,200.

I don't know, I just...

Something about
the energy of this city.

It's good for me.

All the faces, all the lives...
Even I can't track them.

You look good, Carrie.

You want something?

They got pecan pie.

No, I'm off sugar.

- If I get some, -
If you get some,

- you'll have a bite?
- I'll have a bite. Yeah.

You have a nice neck.

So I've been told.

Mm.

Did you know there's a nerve

right under the levator scapulae

that leads all the way
down to the pelvic floor?

You know, given
the circumstances,

that might be the dirtiest
thing I've ever heard.

♪ Hold my head up high ♪

♪ And it's been a while ♪

♪ Since I first saw you ♪

You okay?

Yeah.

I got it with French vanilla.

So shoot me.

It's a huge piece of pie.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, Mike, where are you?

So, according to Catherine
Grant's phone records,

she made a lot of calls
to a disposable cell phone

over the past three months.

Now, these end abruptly
two and a half weeks ago.

Then we have a bunch
of one-minute calls

to a Steven Latman,
a successful lawyer,

who, it so happens,
is about to get married.

They were having an affair.

That's what I'm thinking.

Disposable phone, very discreet.

Latman decides to call it quits,

our girl goes ballistic,

calls him repeatedly at his
home, and he ignores her.

Okay, but it's
a little light, no?

Does this add some weight?

One of the places
Catherine temped last year

was at City Sports Club,
where a Mr. Steven Latman

is a member in good standing.

I appreciate you people
are just doing your job,

and I've always had
the deepest respect

for the department,
in and out of court.

Queens Police,
great police, but...

this is about a phone call?

16 calls, actually.

All within a 48-hour period.

All under a minute, all from

a very dead woman
named Catherine Grant.

Look around, guys.
I'm getting married.

I've got people coming in
and out of here all day long.

You think I can keep track
of who uses the phone?

I've got a wedding
planner, decorator, her crew

and a caterer who
practically lives here

and, right now,
requires my attention.

- Yes, sir.
- Wendy.

Are you a member of
the City Sports Club?

Yes, for many years.

Were you aware
that Catherine Grant

was an employee there?

No. Look, I'm really
sorry about this woman...

So you never met her?

Well, I may have met her.

I may have smiled at her.

Maybe she even got me a towel.

Steve?

Now, if you'll forgive me.

I'd like to get him a towel.

The woman in
the photo... It's her.

No. Sorry.

So, to be clear,
you don't know her

as Catherine Grant
or Catherine Isaacs

or Jennifer Goodwin?

Ms. Wilson already told you

she has no knowledge
of this person.

So there'd be no reason
for her to call your home,

which she did nearly
two dozen times.

None that I can think of.

Maybe to call your fiancé?

Steve says he doesn't know her.

I trust him absolutely.

So there's your answer.

Ms. Wilson,

you took your high
school equivalency exam

on June 7, 1993,
at Mid-Manhattan

Adult Learning
Center... Is that right?

Yes, but I don't understand
what that has to do with anything.

That-that's funny,

because what I don't
understand is why

before June 7, 1993,
you don't seem to exist.

No school records,
residences, driver's license...

I think we're almost done here.

These calls to and from
a disposable cell phone

purchased from a Rite-Aid
two blocks from your office...

Midtown Manhattan,
work population two million.

Nice try.

You say you don't
know Catherine Grant,

you never heard
of Catherine Grant;

so what are you doing
in a photo with her?

What photo?

We have a photograph of
your client with the deceased.

Well, would you care
to produce this photo?

Of course.

You saw her, right?
She's the one?

Yep.

I really don't like being
lied to, to my face.

I want to know where she was,
who she was before Park Avenue,

and why her relationship
with Catherine

should be such a damn secret.

I'll sweat her all
day if I have to.

- With what?
- With her nonexistent past, for one thing.

Yeah, well, good luck
with that, 'cause in case

you hadn't noticed, he's
about a second away

from shutting it down in there.

I'm sorry if you don't
approve of my tactics.

What tactics? Bringing up
evidence you don't have?

She's sitting in
there lying to us.

If I have a shot at
her, I'm going to take it.

She's not lying to mess
with your investigation.

Her whole life is a lie.

Well, I'm sorry if there's some

deep, dark trauma in her past

that she, and apparently
you, are afraid of disturbing!

Okay... all I'm trying to
do, if you would listen,

is tell you what will
and will not work

in a murder
investigation, that's it.

No, what you're
doing is you're bringing

your past, your
pain to the table.

And if you remember, that's
exactly what messes you up.

Go to hell.

That's all for now.

Thank you for coming in.

Damn it.

Henry, right?

You ever find Wendy
Wilson in the system?

No luck. We don't
have her prints.

We do now.

Ms. Wilson, Carrie Wells.

You, uh... have
you got a minute?

My lawyer advised me
not to speak with the police.

I already told you, I
didn't know that woman.

I'm not the police,

and I'm not here to
talk about Catherine.

Actually...

actually, I'd like to talk
about Mallory Evans.

I have nothing to say
about Mallory Evans.

Well, that surprises me.

It does, because I-I
think she is a very...

impressive woman.

Born in Ohio.

Alcoholic mom.

Abused by her stepfather.

Ran away to New
York as a teenager.

Fell in with some bad people.

Did some bad things.

Even got herself
a police record.

Prostitution.

But she pulled
herself out of it.

Changed her name.

Got an education.

A career.

And now...

she is about to marry a
very successful lawyer,

who, I have to say,
looks really hot in Prada.

Sounds like quite a life.

It's a rare person who
can do what she did.

What you did.

Whatever.

Your friend Catherine...

She had a hard
life, too, didn't she?

My life was hard.

Hers was a disaster.

Her real name was Olya.

From Minsk.

Thought it was a joke
the first time I heard it.

She came here when she was 15.

Some Russian guys
promised her a job.

They sold her to this
family out on the island.

She was a maid for
this guy and his wife.

Wife used to beat her up
when she dropped a dish.

And the guy...

well, the scumbag
did what scumbags do

to 15-year-old girls who don't
have anyone to protect them.

She got out eventually.

We were both working out
of this club in Woodmere.

They busted the whole place,
put us in a group together...

12-step thing.

I tried to help her, you know,

get a job, get a
place, a decent man.

It worked out... for a while.

It's okay.

And then?

She called me, all excited.

Said she'd run into the guy.

What guy?

The old guy from Long Island.

She was going to blackmail him.

She's asking this guy
for more and more money.

And then she called me
at Steve's, and that was it.

I told her she was on her own.

We said we'd always
be there for each other.

I just couldn't.

Wendy, what was
the name of the guy,

the one she was blackmailing?

She wouldn't say his name.

All I know is she
ran into him at work.

When was this?

About three or four months ago.

I don't know the
name of the place.

Oh, that's okay.

I do.

Just want to ask you
a few more questions.

No, I'm happy to
help in any way I can.

We need to talk to
your older employees...

Anyone over 50 or so.

That's the easiest
one I had all day.

Hey, Tony, you got a sec?

Something the matter?

So, no one else
in their 50's, 60's?

That sucks, huh?

Thought we had it.

Excuse me. It's Jill, right?

Yeah.

Whose office is this?

This is Ken's dad's.

He only comes in on
Wednesdays and Fridays.

- Well, today is Friday.
- Yeah, I know.

He called in yesterday,
said he was sick.

Really?

So you were giving her money.

She figured she earned it.

Suppose she did.

But I had to leave
something for my family.

Got it. Old man's
DNA matches the hair

under Catherine's
fingernails... Four regions.

Yeah, I don't think we need it.

Guy went down when he heard

we had his fingerprints
in her apartment.

I went over there
to tell her, you know,

no more.

And then what happened?

She went crazy, said she
was gonna call the cops.

So I tried to calm her
down, you know, to hold her.

I still had affection for her.

All of a sudden, she
goes for the phone,

and I-I grabbed the knife.

I guess I went
a little crazy, too.

Taking off?

Yep.

So, you were right...

about Wendy.

Admit it, you're good at this.

Should come back.

No, I'm done.

Look, I didn't tell
you this before...

but ever since I found
Catherine lying there,

I've, uh...

been getting lost again.

The woods?

Yeah.

Only this time...

I'm seeing Rachel.

Her body in the water.

I've been in those woods
a thousand times before

and I've never seen that.

I can't do this.

I've worked really hard

to get to a good
place in my life,

and I can't come back to
this if it means giving up

everything I've worked for.

When I met you,
everything was about Rachel.

But the one day
that really matters,

that might have the answer,
you could never remember.

And now you're starting to.

Don't you see?

You weren't ready for
it then; now you are.

And if there's more to discover,

I can help.

If there's more to
discover, I'll handle it.

What, alone?

Sure, it's worked for me before.

Bedpans and blackjack?

Trust me, that's not working.

Ooh... trust you?

Yeah.

You know...

I trusted you before,
and, um, you gave up.

I gotta go.

This way, Mr. Harbert.

♪♪

Hey, it's Henry.

It's Carrie Wells.
What kind of DNA test

did the examiner
run on Frank Harbert?

Uh, you wanted it yesterday,

so they just did a
quickie... A Y chrome.

Okay, can you run
a full STR, PCR,

- whatever they got?
- Yeah, sure.

Hey, it's Al. Leave a message.

Mr. Harbert?

Mr. Harbert?

Mr. Harbert?

What are you doing here?

Where is everybody?

Most of my employees
were pretty upset.

I gave 'em the night off.

Right.

It's a bunch of crap, you know.

I grew up in that house.

Had a lot of nannies,

babysitters, when I was young.

That woman wasn't one of 'em.

Some nut job trying
to make a buck.

Yeah, no, I-I think
you're right; I do.

It doesn't any make any sense
that your father confessed.

I don't understand.

Well, we did a
pretty basic DNA test.

Only problem is close relatives,

they tend to match out
the same, you know?

Where were you that night, Ken?

I was at home, asleep.

You sure weren't at Bella's
Pizzeria on 35th Street,

off of 31st Avenue,
having a cup of coffee?

I want a lawyer.

Or you could take a DNA test.

I'm not taking any test.

What'd you want me to do?

She had him by the short hairs.

He's a sweet guy; he's not
gonna stand up for himself.

I told him to tell
her, "No more."

I knew he couldn't do it.

So you followed him.

I wanted to make sure.

I was gonna go in with him,
but I didn't want him to see me.

So you waited in the
pizza place till he was gone,

and then you...
murdered Catherine Grant.

Stop calling her
Catherine Grant!

She was some Russian
whore that we took in,

and this is how she repays us!

I don't care what he did!

She should've shut
up and gone away!

Why didn't she shut
up and go away?!

You shouldn't have come alone.

She didn't.

Why the hell didn't
you wait for me?

Why the hell didn't
you answer your phone?

Had it on vibrate.

You know, given
the circumstances,

that might be the dirt...

Dirtiest thing you ever heard?

Raymond will be
home in a minute.

He's gonna be so mad.

Nurse, do you know if my
daughter's coming today?

She said she was.

Well, she said she
couldn't make it today, Alice,

but she will be here
tomorrow for sure.

She's a good girl, my Rachel.

She never forgets me.

There you go.

Thank you, Miss.

What did you say your name was?

Carrie.

You know, my younger
daughter's name is Carrie.

She's a police officer.

I know.

Carrie...

your cute detective
left this with Janine.

Thank you.

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Rachel!

You okay?

Yeah.