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♪ ♪

Oh, God.
Carrie, no!

Double lattes, hot and ready.

Hey, what do you do,
sugar in this?

Or yellow?

I have a better idea
for a wakeup call.

♪ That love until we... ♪

Coffee's gonna get cold.

Shut up.

♪ Then fall apart... ♪

That's my phone, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Damn it.

Mmm. I got to get that.

Don't make me cuff
your other hand.

That's good work, Detective.

I got to get it, okay?

Oh!

Flack.

Yeah, go ahead.

Sure. Send it.

What is it?

Homicide around the corner.

Some guy e-mailed a photo
to the precinct tip line.

Headquarters is forwarding it
to me now.

Oh.

You got to go.

Yeah, huh?

His name's Marshall
Baxter. He works here

at the theater's vocal studio.

Picture and address were
e-mailed to the precinct's

anonymous tip line.

Traced the IP address
to an Internet cafe

on the Upper West Side.

Got a uni headed over there now.

Looks like he took a bullet
to the chest.

No stippling or GSR
around the wound.

Medium range.

No sign of a gun.

What kind of killer
photographs his crime

and then e-mails it to the cops?

A show-off.

Someone who thinks

he's smarter than us.

We're about to prove him wrong.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

86 degrees.

Puts TOD roughly
eight hours ago.

Right around midnight.

Did you get anything?

No prints in the door handle.

Looks like someone threw a punch

right into this wall.

No bruises or lacerations
on our vic's hands.

Killer took the photo
from right about here.

Hey, Mac,
this is James Copeland.

He's the director
of the theater.

Said something happened?

What the hell? That's Marshall.

Well, hang on
a second there, bud.

This is my theater.

Might be your theater,
but it's my crime scene.

Marshall Baxter

was our voice coach,

and he also used that rehearsal
space for private lessons.

Who was here last night
around midnight?

Uh, nobody. We did a rehearsal

of Don Giovanni,

7:00 to 10:00.

Theater was empty by 11:00.

Where were you?
At a party
with some of our actors.

Got home around 2:00.

Bruise on your hand
looks recent.

Did you get that at the party?

Maybe you took a shot
at the wall.

Come on, James.
Don't make me ask twice.

Okay. Baxter parked in my spot

every single day.

My spot. With my name on it.

So you dropped by
to give him a general reminder.

I tried to be reasonable
with the guy.

It just got a little
out of hand.

You're parked in my spot again.

Move your car, or I'm gonna get
a tow truck to do it for you.

You touch my car, you're gonna
be parking in handicapped.

Well, who could blame you?

A parking spot in this city's

worth killing for.

True, but I didn't kill him.

We'll need a list
of Baxter's clients

and everyone who works here.

Hey, nobody here did this.

Who's gonna shoot somebody
in a theater?

Did you ever hear of a guy
named John Wilkes Booth?

Hey, uh, the police located

the computer and keyboard
from the Internet cafe

on the Upper West Side
where the photo was sent from.

- Find anything we can use?
- Prints? DNA?

Too many donors
to isolate a single profile.

Could be why the killer e-mailed
the photo from a public place.

That's smart, right?

Oh, I-I... I'm sorry. I didn't

mean, like-like he's smart
smart. I mean, like, he's...

he's dumb and smart and...

Look at the distortion
fingerprint

on the photo, see if
you can figure out

what kind of camera took it.

Smart. Uh, s-smart.

Hawkes?
Hey.

The dirt we found

at the crime scene...

Lapilli tephra.

Volcanic ash?

From somewhere
in the South Pacific.

Which means it probably
wasn't tracked in

on the killer's shoes.
Yeah, and it wasn't his hair

we found
on the victim's shirt, either.

It's from a Himalayan yak.

Used to make rugs,
blankets, brushes.

Volcanic ash and yak hair.

Could be looking at someone
in the import/export business

or works in a museum,
or who knows what else.

Taylor.

I'll be right there.

Marshall Baxter's COD

was exsanguination due to
a puncture in the aortic arch,

and it appears
our killer removed the bullet.

Looks like he dug it out with
some kind of sharp instrument.

Why remove the bullet but leave
all that other trace behind?

There's something else.

Based on your TOD

at the scene, Sheldon,

he should be out of rigor
by now, but as you can see,

he's not.

So then the body must have been
exposed to cold postmortem?

Crime scene was room temp

when we got there, no A/C.

Is it possible your reading

was off? No offense.

Sid, I double-checked.

Liver temp put him
at 86 degrees.

There was no error.

Okay.

There's another option.

Somehow, someone deliberately
lowered the body temp

of our vic.

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♪ ♪

Hey, what do
the Brooklyn Bruisers,

asphalt trace and motor oil
have in common?

They all are found in the game
of bike polo.

Okay.
Same as regular polo,

except they ride bikes
instead of horses.

They put these cards
in the spokes

to identify who they are

on the court.

What's with the
number on the back?
I'm thinking that may be a link

between bike polo and murder.

Give it a ring.

Hello.

Welcome to the Rejection
Call Line.

The reason you're hearing
this recorded greeting

is because the person
who gave you

this phone number wants nothing
to do with you.

To speak with a specialist

who will guide you
through this hard time

of heartache and pain,
press one.

Okay.

The Rejection Call Line?
That's a hell of a way

to give somebody the slip, huh?
Yeah.

I guess our vic asked out
the wrong girl.

I'm not so sure it was our vic

who got the brush-off.

A team photo of the
Brooklyn Bruisers.

There's no Marshall Baxter
in sight.

Huh.

Then who's number two?

Come on. You're
clear. Go ahead.

Shoot!

Uh, we'd like to borrow
him for a second.

Sure.

This is him.

Nope, never seen him.
How about this?

This spoke card belong to you?

I don't, uh...

no, I don't...
I don't think so.

You don't seem so sure
about that, Number Two.

Yeah, we found this

in a murder victim's pocket.

Look, I've never

seen that guy, and I
don't have a clue

how he got my spoke card, okay?

You just said
that wasn't your spoke card.

You know,
maybe we should take him in.

No, no, just-just wait.

Just give me a second. Um...

Look, I've seen this
girl around campus.

Chelsea University.

The other day,
I see her on the street.

I ask her for her number.

She writes it
on the back of my spoke card.

But I never called
her... I swear.

Whatever.
No, babe.

I swear I never called her.

Might want to buy her
some flowers.

Okay, Gavin, what does
all this have to do

with the man in the photo?

After she gave me her number,
that guy

in the picture comes running
at me from across the street.

He rips the card from my hand
and starts

yelling at me to stay away
from his girlfriend.

Stay the hell away
from my girlfriend.

That girl... what's her name?

Odessa.

I don't know her last name.

Look, all I know
is that she goes

to Chelsea University
and she's hot.

What do you
want from me?
All right, Romeo.

If you see her, you tell her
we're looking for her.

No, as a matter of fact,

why don't you give her
my number?

Based on the lateral
chromatic aberration,

the e-mail photo

was taken with a BlackBerry.

Now, if I had the phone
in front of me,

I could tell if the photo
was taken with it.

Without it... not so much.

That the breakdown on the
ceramic chip we found

at the crime scene?
Yeah, found
trace elements

of rubidium, strontium

and zirconium.

Looks like you got

a lot of background CO2

on that calibration curve.
Yeah, but it's not

the ceramic piece itself.

It's the ambient air

trapped inside the vial.

The CO2 levels
at the crime scene

were elevated somehow.

Dry ice.

That's what did it.

High levels of CO2,

plus a decrease
in body temperature,

could be caused by dry ice.

Yeah, I, uh... yeah.

Dry ice.

Well, that would certainly
explain why rigor was prolonged.

And why Sheldon's TOD was off.

And best of all,
it would explain these

little red
discolorations I found

on Baxter's chest.

First glance, I
thought dermatitis.

Now I'm thinking contact burns.

One of science's many ironies:

ice can burn.

Using dry ice,
how long would it take

to lower body temp
from 98 to 86 degrees?

All right,
with roughly 25 pounds

packed around the core,

I'd say less than three hours.

And in that time, the ice
would have sublimated into gas,

leaving no sign
it was ever there.

So, our killer
wanted us to think

the time of death was earlier

than it actually was.

That's why he tipped us off

with the anonymous photo
and address.

He wanted to be sure
we'd find the body

before the effects wore off.

Removing the bullet
from the body,

manipulating body temperature.

Why go through all that trouble?

We could be looking at someone

with a background in forensics,

someone who'd know
enough to be able

to manipulate the crime scene.

What does that say about
the yak hair, the volcanic ash,

and the ceramic chip?

That we can't trust them.

Could have all been left
behind deliberately

for us to find.

All right, if that's true,

how are we going
to determine which evidence

is real and what
was planted?
We can start

by asking ourselves,
"What, if anything,

"do all these things
have in common?

What connects them?"

I think I know the connection.

It's me.

I was a guest lecturer
at a forensics class

at Chelsea University
about two months ago.

I used examples from past cases

to show what it is we do.

And those examples
have been duplicated

in the Baxter murder.
Every single
one of them.

It's all here in my syllabus.

Here you go.

This, animal hair,

and this, geological matter,

and this, inorganic compounds.

Now, I think the empty wallet
was also staged

to make it look like a robbery.

Well, that eliminates everything
we collected

at the crime scene.

That's exactly the point.

The evidence
was designed to send us

- on a wild goose chase.
- And that leaves us

with nothing we can be sure of.

Remember the mummy we discovered
in the Varick Building?

Pauline Rayburn.

We believe it's Pauline Rayburn.

Clothing fits the description

of the last thing
she was wearing

before she went missing
over three weeks ago.

Killer positioned her
next to the AC,

which created
the artificial environment

that mummified her.

Right. Now, I used
that case to show

how environmental elements
can alter our estimation of TOD.

As you can see, fluctuations

in temperature,
humidity, and ventilation

can all affect
the body's natural rate

of decomposition.

And Sara Jackson,

the model we found impaled

at the Soho Regency Hotel.

No.

We found a camel hair
on her thigh.

Camel hair?

What are camel hairs doing
on our vic's thigh?

So, the camel hair we found

on this victim's thigh

came from a photographic
lens brush,

which led us to suspect

a photographer.

There's more:
Lauren Redgrave was murdered

because her neighbor
wanted her apartment.

Well, he put arsenic in her tea.

But that's not how

we put him at the scene.

It was meteorite dust.

I used that example to show

how even the most
out-of-context trace

can break a case.

But it's always a
race against time.

We have to identify the context

and origin of the evidence

before we identify the suspect.

The longer it takes

to name a suspect...

The harder it is to find him.

Stella, check the records

at Chelsea University.

See if you can find a connection

between Marshall Baxter
and one of your students.

You know, the bike polo guy

said that Baxter
had a girlfriend

at Chelsea University.

Odessa.

I don't know her last name.

Odessa.

Right.
If she was one of
your students,

she just moved to the top
of the suspect list.

Sheldon, swing by
Baxter's apartment.

Look through
his personal effects.

Maybe you can make
a connection that way.

Okay.

Danny, we'll stay with
the evidence we have.

Yeah, 'cause even if it

was planted, he had to get it
from somewhere.

We know he used large quantities

of dry ice.

I'll start there.
Okay.

Mr. Copeland, who else
has access to the dry ice?

Dry ice?

The thing that makes
that white smoky stuff.

I know this may be out
of your wheelhouse,

but we're doing
a little opera by Mozart.

It's called Don Giovanni.

Now, there's a scene in that
that requires fog.

Watch the attitude,
Mr. Copeland.

The cemetery scene
with Commendatore.

Look, I'll admit it.

I-I didn't care for Marshall.

He was a stubborn,
moody, self-centered hack.

Nobody here liked him.

Why do you keep
coming back to me?

Because you punched

a hole in his wall;

you were here
the night of the murder;

and you had access
to the crime scene.

Now, I know it's out
of your wheelhouse,

but to us,
that makes you a suspect.

I already told you
I was at a party.

We now have evidence
that Baxter was murdered

several hours later
than we originally thought.

Where were you at 5:00
in the morning?

Nursing a hangover
from that party.

Can anyone verify that?

Yeah, my cat.

That wouldn't happen to be

a BlackBerry, would it?

- Yeah, why?
- 'Cause someone

took a photo of our vic
after they put a bullet in him.

Maybe that someone was you.

That's insane.

I hope you have someone
changing Fluffy's litter box,

'cause if you're lying,
you'll be

going away for a while.

I got you a copy
of your class roster.

I don't see anyone
named Odessa on it.

Doesn't mean
she didn't take the class.

A lot of students audit

without even bothering
to register.

I keep trying to remember
the faces, and I just can't.

It's all such a blur.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I have been doing this...

for over 30 years.

You never remember the faces.

Well...

maybe a few.

It's just so disturbing to think

that someone would attend
one of my lectures

just to learn how
to get away with murder.

What students take away
from a class

is up to them, Stella.

You cannot blame yourself.

You are a gifted teacher.

That's why I convinced you

to do the lecture
in the first place, remember?

I should really let you go.

Looks like Baxter

was a real packrat.

You think this is bad,
you should see Adam's place.

Maybe there's something here

that can tell us why
somebody wanted him dead.

Phone bill...

receipts, mail.

♪ ♪

You find something?

Maybe.

All these photos
are the same two women.

Looks of things, I don't think

they knew they were
being photographed.

Mmm.

More like surveillance photos.

Like they were being watched.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Could be Marshall Baxter's
a stalker.

And these could be his victims.

I'll run them through NCIC,

see if anyone filed a complaint.

All right.

Hey.
Hey.

Well, you were right.

Baxter was arrested

four years ago
in Providence, Rhode Island

for aggravated assault.

Sounds like stalking to me.

Ah, he got slapped with five
days of community service

and a restraining order.
And that didn't seem

to slow him down.
He was arrested again

a week later for criminal
contempt in the first degree.

Okay, so he must have violated
the restraining order.

And for that, the judge
gave him eight days in jail.

Eight days.

Hell of a deterrent.
Problem is

although stalking
may be a crime,

the things stalkers do
are perfectly legal.

You know, there's no laws

against taking pictures, sending
e-mails or using the phone.

Yeah, but it's just wrong.

People have the right
to walk down the street

and feel safe.
Hey, I spend

every day of my life
trying to fix that.

I know.

We put away the bad guys,

but what about the victims?
Who fixes them?

My ex-girlfriend Kiera...
Perfect example.

She was raped.

And afterwards,
everything changed.

She was afraid, cautious.

She lost a part of herself.

And then I lost her.

Sorry about that.

We know who filed the complaint
against Baxter?

No, not yet.

I got to call in
to Providence PD.

I'm just waiting to hear back

on a name.

Let me know
as soon as you hear something.

Yeah.

Her name's Carrie Langdon.

She filed a restraining order

against Baxter four years ago
in Rhode Island.

Could she have been one
of Stella's forensics students?

She's not our killer, Mac.

Carrie committed suicide
about six months ago.

It's not a total wash, though.

According to
Rhode Island police,

her brother recently filed
a lawsuit against them.

For failure to protect.

He blames them
for his sister's suicide.

Carrie! No!

Maybe he decided to finish
what the law couldn't.

♪ ♪

The lawsuit won't bring
my sister back.

But maybe it'll change
the system.

Protect other women.

Mr. Langdon, I'm sorry.

I know that
your sister's suicide

must be a terrible weight
to bear.

I don't think of it as suicide.

I think of it as murder.

Carrie might have jumped
off the ledge,

but Marshall Baxter
put her there.

According to this
restraining order,

Baxter began stalking
your sister four years ago.

Carrie took a voice lesson
from him.

And somehow in his twisted mind,

that meant she was
his girlfriend.

I convinced her to file that.

Thought it would scare him off.

But I was wrong.

It made it worse.

He started threatening her.

She was terrified

to go outside,
to answer her phone.

And how long that go on for?

Two years.

And then one day,
it suddenly stopped.

It was like a miracle.

He was gone.

Carrie could breathe again.

She could live her life

without having to look
over her shoulder.

That's what I thought anyway.

Till she jumped.

Carrie!

No!

She never recovered
from the stalking.

The cops claimed
they couldn't arrest Baxter

until he committed
an act of violence.

An act of violence?

What do you call destroying
someone's soul?

Some would call it motive.

I wondered why you came

all the way up here
from New York City

to discuss a suicide.

I thought about killing Baxter.

I admit it.

Didn't have the guts, I guess.

Then you won't mind telling me
where you were last night?

At a restaurant opening here
in Providence.

Spent the night

at my girlfriend's.

Did you ever take a class
or attend a lecture

at Chelsea University

in New York?

We're done here.

I haven't

set foot inside a school

since Carried graduated
five years ago.

Now, if you're going
to arrest me

go ahead; otherwise,

you can contact my attorney.

Mr. Langdon...

I am truly sorry for your loss.

I have a sister, too, so...

Don't ever take that
for granted.

Okay, thanks.

That was Adam.

James Copeland's BlackBerry

did not take the photo that was

e-mailed to the tip line.

He's off the hook.

Along with all the students

that registered for my lecture.

I tracked down all 19 of them.

I take it you couldn't tie
any of them to Baxter.

Not one, but I did find
something else.

Manhattan Natural
History Museum.

It's right next to
Chelsea University.

This catalog

have something to do
with your forensics lecture?

Indirectly, yes.
Uh...

turn to page 32.

Museum gift shop sells

souvenirs of volcanic ash
from Hawaii.

Mm-hmm. Keep going.

Gold ceramic bowls
from Thailand.

Just like the ceramic
chip we found.

Any chance the museum also has

a Himalayan animal exhibit?

Life-size with real hair.

Angell's on her way there now.

She's going to go to talk to
some of the museum employees

and check into recent
credit card purchases.

We've got evidence from
the four corners of the world,

and all the killer had to do was
go up to 77th Street to get it.

Doc.
Yo.

Boston PD just called.
A woman up there

named Dana Melton filed
a restraining order

against Baxter.

Was she in Stella's class?

Uh, wasn't registered,

but Boston's trying
to locate her now.

But in the meantime,

we can log on to their Web site

and download the case file
and an MP3 of her statement.

Sounds like they got everything
but the chowder.

Here we go.

Dana Melton.

She filed the first
restraining order

two years ago.

Click on her audio file there,
upper right-hand corner.

When I was 17,

I won a radio contest for a song
I wrote in high school.

I got a demo CD, had some labels
interested in me.

Then about two years ago,

I took a few voice lessons
from Marshall Baxter,

and it all fell apart.

He started sending me
letters, postcards,

e-mails, calling me.

70, 80 times a day.

Can you imagine living
like that?
No.

Sounds like
Carrie Langdon's story.

Carrie took a voice lesson
from him.

He started threatening her.

She was terrified to go outside,
to answer her phone.

Hopefully this one has
a different ending.

Yeah.

Let see what else we got.

I've seen her picture before.

Hold on a minute.

Is this the same woman?

The hair's different,
but the eyes,

the nose, the face...

Looks like the same woman to me.

If it is the same woman,

she just became a person
of interest.

We got an address?
Boston PD

can't track her down and I can't
find her in Social Security

or any one
of our regular databases.

Not on any mailing lists,
no credit cards.

She was being stalked.

She probably didn't want
to be found.

I don't blame her.

I mean, being hunted like that,

someone watching
your every move.

This Baxter's a sick pup.

I spoke to
Carrie Langdon's brother.

He said
that she met Baxter once,

and he was convinced
that she was his girlfriend.

Hey, that's funny, 'cause

the bike polo player
said Baxter referred to Odessa

in that same way.

As his girlfriend.

You stay the hell away
from my girlfriend.

Odessa.

This will only take a second.
Last time you guys
said that

it cost me my girlfriend.

This is a homicide
investigation,

not a dating service.

See this girl?
Do you recognize her?

Yeah, that's Odessa.

You're sure about that?

Positive.

All right, we need you

to tell us everything you know
about her.

There's not much to tell.
I barely know her.

Okay, do you know what classes
she was taking at Chelsea?

I have no clue.
Did she ever say

where she lived, job, anything?
No.

Look, I remember her saying

something
about a singing gig once.

Didn't say where.

Look, guys, can I go now?

I got a match.
Yeah.

Go ahead.

He follows me everywhere.

Won't leave me alone.

I go to the bookstore.

He's there.

I go out to lunch
with my friends;

he's, he's at the next table.

Last week, I came home and he
was in front of my apartment.

I even had to quit my job
so he can't follow me there.

Gavin Skidmore confirmed

that Dana Melton and Odessa
are the same person.

Please tell me
you can do something.

Anything, please, I...

What is that?

It's Melton's taped statement
to Boston PD.

Play it again.

Please tell me
you can do something.

Anything, please, I...

I don't know how to stop him.

I know that voice.

When you walk into
a crime scene, how can you tell

- what evidence to process?
- Good question.

You should certainly process

anything that looks out of place

or things that are close

to the victim's body.

Now, sometimes
evidence can point you

towards the wrong killer

or no killer at all.

It's Odessa.
You sure?

Yeah, I mean, call her

Dana, Odessa, whatever.

I recognize her voice.

She was in my class.

She must have audited
the course.

So Dana Melton changed
her name to Odessa

and moved from Boston to
Manhattan to start a new life.

Baxter followed her here,
started stalking her again,

but this time,
instead of turning

to law enforcement for help,

she took matters
into her own hands.

She killed him.

And I taught her how.

We distributed her photo
to every airport,

train station and bus terminal,

but I think we have enough
to start with right here.

Mac, we got nothing
but a Dana Melton in Boston

who became an Odessa in New York

and a bunch of
whacked-out evidence.

We have to stop looking

at Marshall Baxter as a victim

and start seeing him as a perp.

Lucky for us, he was a pack rat,

so let's start with the
receipts and paperwork

we found in his apartment.

Baxter was stalking Odessa,

which means he went
where she went.

All right,

so we use Baxter's receipts

to create a geographical profile
of his movements.

Which hopefully leads
us to Odessa herself.

We know he lived in Chelsea.

Anything outside that area
could be his stalking zone.

We already have a
few known variables.

We know that Odessa took
Stella's course

at Chelsea University.

That's 86th and Amsterdam.

Internet café
at 73rd and Columbus,

where she e-mailed the photo.

Here's something.

Looks like Baxter had lunch
twice last week

at Tresoro Café,
which is on 95th

and the West End.

It's nowhere near his home.

Follow the hunter,
find the prey.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Odessa Shaw... been living here

going on a year.

Keeps to herself mostly.

Said some loony
was stalking her.

She ever have any
trouble with him here?

We got a doorman 24/7.

They get paid to head off
that kind of trouble.

Odessa,

NYPD!

Dana Melton,

open up.

She paid extra
for these deadbolts.

Well, I can't say that I like

what she's done with the place.

When did she move out?

I didn't know she did.

Come to think of it,

her mail's been piling up.

Let's go.

I'll go talk to the doorman.

Junk mail, local newspapers,

restaurant menus.

Did you find her?

Her apartment is cleaned
out, no forwarding address.

Here's a bank statement
and something

from her dry cleaners maybe.

No, the bank's got
to be closed by now.

"As a valued customer,
save ten percent

on your next visit."

Dry cleaners may still be open;
I'm gonna head over there.

See if Flack got anything
from the doorman

on your way out.
Okay.

Mac, you better take
a look at these.

"They tell me
you're afraid of me.

"How can that be?

"I would never hurt you, Dana.

"I'll never let you go.

"You think you have a new life?

"You won't have it much longer
if you keep ignoring me.

That's a promise."

15 and counting.

Here's another one.

"You're not running away
from me again.

I saw you
with those moving boxes today."

Moving boxes.

If we're lucky, the box company

may have moved her as well.

Could give us an address.

Nearest one's
around 74th and Broadway.

"You are mine, bitch,
and that's final."

Nobody has the right to do this
to another person, nobody.

Let's swing by that box company.

What do you think

our chances are
she's still in the city?

She was smart enough to
move out of her apartment

before she killed Baxter.

Probably smart enough
to leave town as well.

Part of me hopes so.
Sheldon, sometimes

the line isn't as clear
as we'd like it to be,

but it's still there,
and Odessa crossed it.

She had a choice.

Yeah. Suicide or murder.

Mac, come take a look
at this flyer.

One of the photos

in Baxter's apartment was taken

right outside this building.

"Live music

nightly."

The bike polo player said

Odessa had a singing gig
somewhere.

Jersey.

♪ My heart feels like a circus ♪

♪ Too much to take in ♪

♪ It's hard to lose love ♪

♪ You were my best friend ♪

♪ So I walk this ♪

♪ High wire ♪

♪ Alone tonight ♪

♪ That way, it won't hurt ♪

♪ So much ♪

♪ When we say good-bye ♪

♪ That way ♪

♪ It won't hurt so much ♪

♪ When we say good-bye. ♪

Dana Melton.

What happens now?

I think you know
the answer to that.

You could just let me walk
out of here, please.

You don't know
what I've been through.

I was so scared.

I tried to start over,
to change everything.

I know you don't understand,

not really.

I do understand, Dana.

I understand it all, but I
have to arrest you anyway.

It's the toughest
part of my job.

I thought
I did everything right.

You came very close.

You had a good teacher.

You left no prints,

no DNA, no witnesses.

Just circumstantial evidence.

In fact, without a
formal confession,

it will be very hard
to win a conviction.

Let's go.