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by two separate

yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Look at what you're doing,
you stupid cow!

You were gonna send
her out like that.
Open up the blouse.

I don't care
if she has no boobs,

I want them
to look at the blouse.

And take her out
of those pants.

Her ass is too big for pants.

Tell her to stop eating
her stupid cheeseburgers.

Paul didn't mean it, sweetie.
He's just high-strung.

Now, come on.
Let's get you
a nice skirt.

Where in mother hell
is Brittany?
Elsewhere.

That is not an answer!

Look, she's a no-show.

That little bitch,
she's killing me.

Call Jeri Stein.
Tell her I want
Brittany right now!

Call 911! Hurry!
She's dying!

The victim's
Brittany Janaway.
She's some kind of model.

I never heard of her,
but then, I don't pay
attention to that stuff.

Now, my wife and daughter...

No, let's pay attention
to the here and now.

Oh, sure, yeah.
Her father,
Dr. Steven Janaway,

said she was complaining
of severe abdominal pains.

He brought her here,
she collapsed,
he attempted CPR.

Who called it in?
The cleaning lady.

And where's the father now?

In his office.
He's a wreck.

Thanks.

Okay. So, it's the middle
of the night and we're all
here because of what?

Food poisoning?

I don't have
a cause of death.

What I do have
is a big bruise
on her lower back.

I don't know
how long it's been there.

Could it have something to do
with her abdominal pains?

Can't say till
we check under the hood,
but I'll tell you what,

my daughter
starts doubling over?

I don't take her
to my office.

You take her
to an emergency room.

That's right.

What kind of doctor
is Janaway?

Plastic surgeon.

These samples
of his work?

No, it's his daughter.
She was a model.

How old is she,
early twenties?

Try 14.

What?

Well, Brittany didn't come
down for dinner tonight.

She was supposed to work.

A modeling job?

Yeah. Yes.
I thought she overslept.

She usually takes a nap
before one of these events.

They often run past midnight.

So this modeling
wasn't just a hobby.

Oh, no, no, on the contrary.

Brittany started
when she was seven.

So when she didn't
come down,
what did you do?

Uh...

I went to her room.

I found her
curled up in pain.

She tell you
where the pain was?

Yeah, in her abdomen.

She was crying,

and she was running a fever.

I brought her here
to treat her.

She collapsed.

I tried to bring her back.

I don't understand
why this happened.

Doctor.

Why didn't you just
take her to a hospital?

It didn't make any sense.

Our house is three minutes
from my office.

I have everything here
I needed to treat her,
I thought.

Don't you just
love this part?

Meet Miss Priscilla Brown.

In her previous life,
it would've cost you 800
an hour to see her like this.

Yeah, but she would've
been a lot livelier.

Got anything on
Brittany Janaway?

Just the prelims.

I haven't opened her up yet.
Miss Brown was here first.

Believe me, the world's not
holding its breath to find out
what killed Miss Brown.

She's a taxpayer.

Yeah, and I'll bet
she reported
every dime of it.

I'll get
what I have on Janaway.

You ever pay for it, Lennie?

I was married, wasn't I?

I heard that.

Janaway, Brittany.

No immediate indications
of cardiac arrest,

burst appendix,
or anything of that nature.

What about that
bruise on her back?

A deep contusion,
oval shape,

maybe from
falling on her back
or from being hit.

Bad enough to cause
internal injuries?

Well, it's hard to tell
without going in.

How old is the wound?

Ballpark to
a couple of weeks.

Oh, she also had
month-old scars
on her left forearm.

Four of them. Not deep,
from a sharp instrument.

Suicide attempt?

No, wrong part of the arm.
I'd guess some kind
of self-mutilation.

You see it a lot
with adolescent girls.

Unhappy adolescent girls.

So much for the fairytale.

I've seen her pictures
all over.
I never realized she was 14.

Once you get past
the glitter and the glamour,

you're left with
one sad little girl.

The bruise?

And the self-mutilation.
This girl was unhappy.

Any candidates?

The parents.

Daddy should've taken
her to the hospital.

Yeah, the hospital would've
reported the bruises
to Children's Services.

If the parents had something
to do with the girl's death,

they wouldn't have
the Mayor's Office

lean on the Chief
of Detectives
for some results.

You got calls?

Three so far. The mother's
family's wired to City Hall.

Have a chat with the Janaways,
and please, keep it friendly.

Any idea how
she might have gotten hurt?

The M.E. thinks the bruise
is about two weeks old.

No.

How about when
she wasn't at home?

Is there anybody
we should talk to?

If she wasn't at home,
she was working.

She spent a lot of time
with her agent, Jeri Stein.

Miss Stein acted
as a chaperone.

You think somebody
hurt my Brittany?

Well, we're concerned about
her bruise, and also,
there were cuts on her arm.

Cuts?

You didn't notice either?

I saw she had scratches.
She said
they were from our cat.

The medical examiner thinks
they were self-inflicted.

Oh, my God.
I had no idea.

Brittany never
complained about anything.

Did she spend much
time with her agent?

I have to tell you,
I never trusted those
people Brittany worked with.

She was so young,
so impressionable.

I never should
have allowed it.

Brittany was very
innocent for her age.
The camera loved her.

Anybody in your
business ever hear
of the kiddy porn laws?

Clients want
the Lolita look.

The whole point
is selling clothes,

but we make sure
they keep them on.

What about after
the lights go out?
Anyone giving her trouble?

Not when I was around.

And if you weren't?

Mrs. Janaway said
she didn't trust the people
her daughter worked with.

Did she include me?

She didn't say.

Brittany had a bad
bruise on her back.

We were hoping maybe
you could tell us
how she got it.

She fell in the tub?

Or somebody fell on her?

Well, everybody wanted her,
and I do mean biblically.

Guess being her chaperone,
you had your work
cut out for you.

Chaperone? As if.
I have 30 girls
to keep working.

Babysitting is why
they have mommies.

Let's try this.

Brittany's wounds were about
two or three weeks old.

Who was she working for then?

Three weeks ago
she was doing fittings
with Paul Delacourte

for the show she was
supposed to do last night.

He's requested her a lot
these last couple of months.

What kind of a guy
is Delacourte?

Let's just say, too bad
he wasn't in South Beach
last summer to catch a bullet.

I only let my girls work
with him because he gets
out the media.

If Delacourte did this,
I'll never forgive him.

They're spoiled,
stupid little brats.

Have you ever
looked into the eyes
of a supermodel?

Not since my fling
with Jean Shrimpton.

It's like looking
into the eyes of a goat.

There's nothing
going on in there.

Is that how
you treat them,
like farm animals?

I don't pay them $10,000
a day just to wear my clothes.

They have to
put up with me, too.

You treated
Brittany Janaway
the same?

She got $8,000 a day,
so I didn't yell
at her so much.

Well, you worked with
her three weeks ago.
How was that?

I couldn't get
her to stand still.

No matter how much
hitting or yelling?

I never hit her.
I'm not stupid.

Brittany made me
a lot of money.

Whatever she wore,
every teenage girl
in America wanted it.

They're like sheep.

Again with
the farm animals, huh?

Mr. Delacourte,
we're gonna need a list
of everybody who was there

when you worked
with Brittany
three weeks ago.

I don't carry them with me.
Get them from my office.

And what if we need you?

I'm here for three more days,

then Milan for a week,
then Paris for two days,
then Milan again.

My life, it's impossible.

Turn. Great.
Smile. Perfect. Next.

I can talk to you,
but I gotta get ready to go.

The car's coming
to pick me up.

No problem.

It's really awful
about Brittany.
She anorexic or something?

We don't know
why she died.

Listen, we understand
you did a job with her

for Paul Delacourte
a few weeks ago.

Yeah. She didn't
look too sick.

Well, how did
Delacourte treat her?

Who, Paul?

He's a big baby.
He yells,
he throws things.

Cassie, can you hear me?

Yeah.

Now, you talked
with her, right?

Yeah, but we didn't
hang out or anything.

Did she say anything
about Delacourte,

like, if he ever
came on to her,
or if he ever hit her?

No.

She had a big
bruise on her back.

We were wondering
if maybe you
noticed it that day?

No, I didn't,
and I would've seen it.

We did change together
before we went home.

Is that you or me?

It's me.
It's Rodgers.

I'm expecting
a car to take me to school,

and the driver's
supposed to beep me.

What college you go to? NYU?

College? No way.
I'm in eighth grade.

Brittany wasn't
a real happy person.

She was getting
tired of modeling.

Why's that?

She thought it sucked.

We talked about
getting into acting.
It's not hard, you know.

Brooke Shields said,
"It's just
modeling in action."

Oh! This time it's me.
Gotta go. Ciao.

That kid's gonna live
a lifetime before
she's old enough to vote.

Five years to go.
Let's hope she makes it.

I found traces
of a macular rash
over 30% of her body.

As in an
anaphylactic reaction.

Like an allergy?

In a manner of speaking.

The labs turned up
staphylococcal
toxins in her blood.

We're supposed to guess
what that is, too?

Toxic shock.
You mean she died from it?

Yeah. It starts with a fever,
lots of aches and pains,
then the rash,

then the toxins
build up, cause death.

Well, how much time
we talking about?

Two weeks.

Well, what caused this?

My exam found abraded
areas in the vaginal walls

which were left untreated,
and triggered
a Staphylococcal infection.

How bad was the injury?

She was torn up.

Raped.

And how.

She was raped
and she never told anyone?

She must've had
her happy face
glued on tight.

The M.E.
said she would've
been in a lot of pain.

It's definite?
The rape caused
the toxic shock?

Rodgers put her money-back
guarantee on it.

And this Delacourte fellow,
he into little girls?

Well,
I'm sure he has a hard time
keeping his hands to himself,

but we talked to some people
who were there when
Brittany worked with him.

We don't think
anything happened.

After that he was
out of the country,

and he has the receipts
to prove it.

And after Delacourte,
we suddenly run
out of suspects.

Well, it's possible
she didn't report the rape

because the rapist
is somebody she knows.

So we're back to Dr. Janaway.
Join me for a hot pretzel.
It's on me.

There they are!

Lieutenant Van Buren,

what can you tell us about
the Brittany Janaway
murder case?

Who said it was murder?

Is it true Brittany Janaway
was sexually assaulted?

First I heard of it.

Isn't it true
there's an autopsy report

saying cause of death
was brutal rape?

If there is,
I haven't seen it.

Is Paul Delacourte
still a suspect?

If we haven't determined
if there was a murder,
there can't be any suspects.

As soon as we have
a statement to make,
we'll notify you.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I'd like to buy a pretzel.

It's pretty much what
you'd expect to hear

from investigators
in this explosive case,

but anonymous sources
have confirmed to News 14,

the cause of death was rape,

and figures inside
the fashion world

are at the top
of the police's suspect list.

Meanwhile, Park Avenue
plastic surgeon

Steven Janaway
remains in seclusion

with his wife Gayle
in their Upper East Side
townhouse,

and Venus Agency topper,
Jeri Stein, has set up
a memorial...

These anonymous sources,
they wouldn't be
wearing blue, would they?

Those leaks did not
come out of my squad.

They got the M.E.'s
report before we did.

I want these leaks
stopped, Lieutenant.

Do you want me to
compile an enemies
list while I'm at it?

I don't see
anything funny here.

A case this big,
we're going to get leaks.

We might as well
get used to it.

No. That's not good enough.

By the time we present
this case to a jury,

the details will be clues
in The Daily News
Sunday crossword.

Which could be
the whole point

of leaking the information
in the first place.

The Janaways know people
who know people
in the department.

The Janaways
are the anonymous source?

Why not?
If they got a heads-up

that this investigation's
about to turn back on them,

these leaks could
just be preemptive.

Have your people
talked to Mrs. Janaway

about her husband
and her daughter?

They're gonna try today.

Good.
This time let's try to stay
one step ahead of the media.

They're here!

What are you gonna
ask the Janaways?
No comment.

Did you know
that Paul Delacourte's

leaving for Europe
tomorrow morning?

No comment.

Is it true
that Brittany had a pentagram
carved on her arm?

What he said.

Get that thing
out of my face.
Come on, move it.

How about
answering a question?

How about you get
out of my way
before I arrest you?

Come on! Come on!
That's it!
That's it! That's it!

Anybody takes one more step,
you're dead in the department.

No cop is ever gonna talk
to you again. Now go on!
Get out of here!

Go find an accident
or something.

Mrs. Janaway,
it's just us.

No, I'm sorry.

Look, we just want
to talk, all right?

We can do it here, in front
of these vultures, or inside.

My husband isn't here.

Actually, we'd rather
talk to you.

I'm afraid that
won't be possible.

Who are you?
Leslie Drake,

counselor to the Janaways.
And you?

I'm Detective Lennie Briscoe.
This is
Detective Reynaldo Curtis.

We know why we're here.
Why are you here?

Watching over the Janaways.

Watch all you want.
You can't keep us
from talking to them.

Gayle, do you want to
speak to these gentlemen?

No, not without Steven.

There you go.

And there you go.

We'll be talking to you.

All I can tell you,
Mr. Drake, is Mrs. Janaway
is not a suspect.

What about Mr. Janaway?

There's no evidence to make
us think that he should be
a suspect either.

Well, explain
something to me.

Why do the police
want to speak to her
when he's not present?

Maybe there's some
things a mother
doesn't feel comfortable

saying about her daughter
in front of her father.

No. When it comes to Brittany,

the Janaways have no
secrets from each other.

I'd rather let the police
decide that for themselves.

No, no, no, no.
These are the ground rules.

They can talk to them
whenever they want to.
Together.

No separate interviews.

And we'll decide what amount
of time is reasonable,

and, of course,
I'll have to be present.

Would you like us to submit
a list of questions
in writing as well?

We'd have an easier time
talking to Saddam Hussein.

Possibly. And you'll need
to give 24-hours notice.

What are your clients
afraid of, Mr. Drake?

What are they afraid of?

They're afraid
of a police department
that's got more leaks in it

than the Exxon Valdez.
They're afraid
of a media frenzy

that's got their face
on every tabloid in every
supermarket across the nation.

Maybe you don't
understand something.

They lost a daughter.

And they're expected to
grieve on the 6:00 news?

Well, it's not gonna happen.
I am here to protect them.

They're not gonna be
chewed up by the tabloid
justice system.

Don't think for a minute
that you're going to
manage this investigation.

Detectives Briscoe and Curtis
will be at your clients' home

tomorrow morning at 9:00.

If they don't make
themselves available
for an interview,

they can talk
to the grand jury.

Consider yourself notified.
Good night.

Tell the boys
there'll be fresh coffee

and powdered donuts
waiting for them.

Did Brittany
have a boyfriend?

No, I wouldn't allow it.
She was much too young.

Was there anyone else
she had contact with
these last couple of weeks?

A family friend
or a relative?

Well, my brother
and his family

were here a week ago
Thursday for dinner.

Brittany played
with her cousins
in her room.

Boys?

Two girls, 10 and 13.

Was, uh...

Was she ever alone
with your brother?

No. That's a disgusting
suggestion.

Let me ask you
something, Detective.

Are you gonna keep
shaking the family tree

until a pervert
falls out or what?

Hey, we have to ask
in order to rule
these things out.

We're gonna need a list

of all your employees,
former and now,
housekeepers, babysitters...

Yeah, done.
It goes back to when
Brittany was an infant.

All the phone numbers
and addresses are current.

You must have
been a Boy Scout.

Mrs. Janaway,

can you think of anybody
who could've done
this to your daughter?

I mean, anybody at all?

No. I'm sorry.

I see you have a few
people on the list
who live in Baltimore.

Yes. That's where Brittany
was born and raised.

How long
you been living here?

Two years.

You visit Baltimore often?

Yes. I still
see patients there.
We still have our house.

When's the last
time you were there?

Two weeks ago.

Just the three
of you in Baltimore?

Leslie, that's enough.

Okay, Detectives,
let's call it a day.

We're just
getting warmed up.

Warmed up?

This is a game to you?

Sitting here
drinking coffee,
playing voyeur?

Somebody killed
our daughter.

How dare you?

At least
the donuts were fresh.

Well, between bites,
did you manage
to get a read on Janaway?

No slip-ups,
no inappropriate reactions.
He's very contained.

And the wife?

The grieving mother?
Looks like the real thing.

If hubby was
molesting the kid,
I don't think she knew.

Or didn't want to.
Start working the list.

Might be someone there
who had their eyes open.

Mmm, how do you want to work
the Baltimore angle?

There's a housekeeper,
Helen Caine.
We should talk to her.

We know people down there.

Pembleton?

No, the one whose ex-wife
I was sleeping with.

Tell him he'll have
to be more specific.

The mediocre pool player.

Munch.

You're telling me you
can ID a transsexual?

No problem.

It's not like spotting
an elk with a 12-point
rack, you know?

Those parts are real.

The essence isn't.

Don't give me that
genetically-romantic
Latin sonar crap.

There's one in the building.
There is?

You heard me. Your phone.

A Glen or Glenda
with a badge?

Better answer that.

Who is it?

Who is it?
Come on, Falsone, tell me!

Homicide, Detective Munch.

What do you mean,
"Now you remember my name"?
Who is this?

Hey, Gee!

You'll never guess
who's on the line.

So, how's it going, Lennie?

Detective Briscoe didn't
give you any more
information than that?

No, just that the girl,
Brittany Janaway,

died in New York
two days ago.

And the family still
called Baltimore home?

Yeah, they've got
a house in Roland Park.
Dad's a plastic surgeon.

Made his dough bolting
after-market parts on the rich
yet physically challenged.

So, he needs
background interviews,
grunt work?

Exactly.
Can you imagine the pair
that Briscoe's got hanging?

Do it.
Excuse me?

Munch, the fact that
Briscoe may have slept
with your ex-first wife

does not take away from
the fact that the man
is a fellow police officer,

a member of the brotherhood
of the badge.

Now, if he was
to call down here

for a barrel
of funnel cakes,
we'd be obliged.

All right, all right,
but how did you know
that Briscoe slept with Gwen?

How do you know
I didn't sleep with her?

Go on, get out
of here, Munch.

Hey, Falsone,
I need company.

I'm waiting on Meldrick.

I'm buying at the diner.

Meldrick who?

Lieutenant, this
is Mr. Drake,

the lawyer
for Dr. and Mrs. Janaway.

Ah! Mr. Drake.
I've heard about you.

Detective Profaci.
Hello, Detective.

Pleased to meet you.

What brings you
to our corner of paradise?

I'd like you to meet
Mr. John Law
from Los Angeles.

He's formerly
with the FBI's
Behavioral Science Unit.

He's a profiler.

John Law.
That'd be your real name?

Uh, Mr. Law has studied
the case and he's prepared
a profile of the suspect.

Ah, great.
Leave it at the front desk.
Thank you very much,

and have a good day.

Uh,
excuse me, ma'am.

I have a letter
from the Mayor's Office

directing you
to attend to this
matter right away.

The victim was
a closely-supervised
teenage female.

The offender probably
spent a good amount
of time observing her

and planning his assault.
You with me so far?

He stalked her. I got that.

The offender has a job
that affords him mobility

and unsupervised time.

He's single,
lower-middle-class,

lives alone or with
a domineering female.

Now, this is the most
important point.

Good.

The offender
was known to the victim.

The victim's silence
was insured by a credible
threat to the victim,

a member of the family
or favorite pet.

Now,
investigative strategies.

I suggest deep background
checks on former nannies,
housekeepers...

My detectives
are already on that.

I suggest checking
their boyfriends
and male relatives.

I also suggest releasing
a statement that you are close
to identifying the offender.

This strategy has
proved successful...

Why don't we just let
Mr. Drake leak it
to the media?

I resent that.

I'm sure you do.

Who paid for all of this?

My clients paid for this.

Well, does Mr. Law know
that your clients haven't
been ruled out as suspects?

I've ruled them out. 100%.

Well, thank you for coming.

Hey, hey!

Save it.
I already dialed 911.

Ma'am, we are 911.

I'm Detective Falsone
and this is Detective Munch.

What are you skulking
around for, then?

We're looking to talk
to a housekeeper
named Helen Caine.

She works for the Janaways.

Not today she doesn't.
It's her day off.

So, this is the residence
where Dr. Janaway
and his family reside?

At times, yes.

Pardon me, ma'am.
What's your name?

Sadie Appleyard.

Mrs. Appleyard,
when the Janaways aren't
here, where are they?

New York.

Do you have any idea when
they were in town last?

Of course I do.
I'm the block captain.

I keep a record
of everything.

When was that, ma'am?

You know damn well
it was two
and a half weeks ago.

How would we
damn well know that?

Because I called in
a suspicious person report.

Oh, right. What night
was that again?

That was Thursday the 8th.

A couple of uniforms
came out here and took
a statement from you?

Yes.

Well, see,
that's why we're here.

Those two boneheads
lost the report.
We just need a quick recap.

Well, as I told them,
it was about 8:45

when I was looking outside
my kitchen window

and I saw a cab
parked in front.

As I was turning away,
I saw him.

Saw who, ma'am?

This young man
right over there
looking inside.

So I closed my back door
and I called the police.

When I went to look
for him again, he was gone.

Do you remember
if that young man
was white or black?

In between.
He was Spanish-looking.

"In between."

"Since Brittany's death,
the suspect may have
altered his appearance.

"The suspect may have turned
to religion or started
attending church services.

"He may have started drinking
heavily or taking drugs."

I don't believe this.

It's even in
The Baltimore Sun.

And they set up
an 800 number.

This does not mean
we're setting ourselves up
as private investigators.

Every lead that comes in,
we forward to the police.

You're offering
a $250,000 reward.

Do you have any idea
how many false leads
that will attract?

If it attracts one good lead,
my clients feel
it's money very well spent.

It's a colossal waste
of police time, Mr. Drake.

I warned you
about interfering
with our investigation.

What investigation? Huh?

I offered the police
the services of a bona fide
FBI man hunter,

and what do they do?

They dismiss his report,
they ignore
his recommendation,

and they practically
laugh in the man's face!

They were a lot kinder
than I would've been.

If I see any more
of this nonsense from you,

I'll have the ethics
committee sanction you
for professional misconduct.

I see.
You're gonna come after
the Janaways' counselor

while their daughter's
murderer is running around
loose in the street?

I don't think that's
going to look very good!

Not as bad as what
you've been doing.

Leaking evidence,
publishing suspect profiles.

It looks like your clients
are trying to poison
the jury pool.

They're better
suspects than ever.

How dare you say
anything like that?

You know something?
You've got a lot of nerve.

And let me tell
you something.

You take one baby step
towards my clients

and I'm coming after you
for slander
and malicious prosecution.

We prosecute who we see
fit when we see fit.

You better not
get in the way.

I'm gonna run this ad
from Monday through
Sunday for two weeks,

and every lead that comes in,
I'm gonna forward
to the police department,

and I expect them
to follow up
on each one of them!

You don't dictate
anything to us!

You screw up this
investigation, I'll see you
get your license pulled!

The Janaways will
be your last clients
in the state of New York!

Call our public affairs
office, tell them to start
working on a statement.

Something to the effect
that although we
don't usually encourage

the posting of rewards,

we're mindful of
the Janaways' desire
for an arrest.

We urge the public
to act responsibly.

We could just ignore the ad.

Too late.
We have to play their game.

Excuse me,
is your name Virgil Pipino?

Yeah.

Detective Munch.
Baltimore Police Department.

Oh! Am I in trouble?

Let me finish, all right?

Sorry, boss.
That's okay.
Don't worry about it.

All right, now,
a couple of weeks ago,
did you have a fare...

It was the 9th,
to be exact.

A young-looking guy,
Hispanic,
like, in his 20s?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I do, as a matter of fact.

Where'd you pick him up?

The train station.

He tell you his name?

No.

Did he happen to tell you
where he was coming from,
by any chance?

Yeah, you know, I asked him,
because he had this Mets
ball cap on...

Mmm-hmm.
And the Orioles played them
interleague this summer.

That's why.

Where'd you take him to?

At some house in Roland Park.

You leave him there?

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

You know,
the weird thing was,

I drive down
a couple of blocks
to grab a nap,

and a call comes in,

and I wake up,
and I see the same kid
running by my cab.

Great. All right, thanks.

That was Munch.
They got a report
of a Latin kid

sniffing around
the Janaways' house
two weeks ago.

Cab driver picked him up
at the train station
wearing a Mets cap.

He said he was from here.

Well, it's gotta be
someone who knows
the family well, then.

The Janaways don't look
like they spend
too much time hanging out

with the Latino community.

So it's back
to maids and babysitters.

What's this?

Tips. Thousands of them.

From the 250 Grand
Janaway Sweepstakes.

As if we were
running out of landfill.

She said she wanted to
talk to the detectives
on the case.

She ask about the reward?

No.

She said she's been worrying
ever since the girl died.

Uh-huh.

Put her in Interview.
I'll talk to her.

Okay.

I worked for three
years as a housekeeper.

Mrs. Janaway,
she liked her socks

arranged by colors
in her dresser.

The same with her underwear,
her sweaters.

She was a precise woman.
She even types
out her checks.

Miss Cottone, do you think
you know who attacked
Brittany Janaway?

Yes. I think so.

Now, whatever name
you give us,

we're gonna have to
check this person out,

do you understand?

Yes.

And if we find out
that you've made up a story

to get someone in trouble,
or for some other reason,

you might face
criminal charges.

Do you understand?
Yes.

All right.
Who's this person?

Ana Ramirez's son, Johnny.

Who's Ana Ramirez?

She worked for the Janaways
as a babysitter.
She quit a year ago.

Why do you think
it was her son?

Johnny was always
sneaking around,
looking at Brittany.

I didn't like it.
I told Ana.
That's why she quit,

before Johnny got
into real trouble.

Did Johnny ever
make trouble for you?

No. He was a nice boy.

But he was always looking
at Brittany that way.

I think there was
something wrong with him.

We're not gonna hurt Johnny,
Mrs. Ramirez.
We just want to talk to him.

If he didn't do it,
nothing will happen to him.

And if he did do it,
he needs help,

before he harms
another little girl.

He didn't do this.
He respected Brittany.

But he paid a lot
of attention to her.
Isn't that why you quit?

Look, Mrs. Ramirez,
somebody saw him
in Baltimore two weeks ago.

They saw him
at the Janaways' house.

It couldn't be him.

They say
he's a big Mets fan.

No. That's not him.

Doesn't he wear
a Mets baseball cap?

It's from his high school.

Oh, God.

Please, just tell us
where we can find him.

He has a room on East 126th.
Please, don't hurt him.

He's a good boy.

I told him to stop
thinking about her,

but he said that
they were using her
to make money.

He said
he wanted to save her.

John Ramirez.
Police. Open up.

Come on, kid, open up.

Soup's still warm.
Someone must've
sent up a flare.

Rey!

Where have you been?
I called an hour ago.

Ed, traffic.

You drive a police car.
Use the damn siren.

So where's the fire?

In New York. They had
the suspect you gave them,
Johnny Ramirez, pinned,

and they lost him.

So you think
he's coming down here?

No, I think you two
are going up there.

I talked to Jack McCoy
in the New York D.A.'s Office.

There's a suspicion that
Ramirez had been stalking
Brittany Janaway,

but that's all he'd tell me.

What, they're
withholding information?

I don't think so,
but I do think
there's a strong possibility

that a part of the crime
or the crime itself
occurred down here.

I had Cox call
the Medical Examiner
in New York.

Brittany Janaway died
from some sort
of blood infection

as the result
of sexual assault.

So, if Ramirez
is in fact our boy,

he might have raped her
while she was down here,

in which case,
he belongs to us.

If they find him,
I want you two there
during the interrogation.

And then what?

Bring him back.

He was either tipped off
by his mother
or by Drake's full-page ad.

Yeah, well, it's nice
to know that someone
still reads the newspapers.

Any chance of finding
Mr. Ramirez?

The police are talking
to his mother.

They notified Amtrak,
both here and in Baltimore,

and I got a call from an
Ed Danvers in the Baltimore
State's Attorney's Office.

Funny, I got
a call from his boss.

Danvers put two detectives
on the Metroliner.

When they get here,
just make sure that
our detectives play nice.

He's staking his claim.

First you get a suspect
in custody, then you tangle
for jurisdiction.

Take a valium, Jack.

Channel 4 just sent over
this tape for comment.

They're gonna run it
on the 6:00 news.

Johnny Ramirez
was arrested for burglary
two years ago.

He was given probation.

It is now alleged
that he raped

and ultimately killed
Brittany Janaway.

Once again,
the police have let him
slip through their fingers.

It's a disgrace.

Dr. Janaway and Mrs. Janaway
have done everything
in their power

to help in this investigation.

The police
have rebuffed them.

It's now up to you,
the public,

to help find this man.

Anybody having
any information
towards the capture

and successful
prosecution of this man

will be rewarded $250,000.

He's just put a bounty
on Johnny Ramirez.

I'm gonna shut him up.

Thanks a lot
for that information.

No, no, ma'am. We have to
catch him before you can
collect the reward.

No, we can't
advance you anything.
Thank you for calling.

They're not even bothering
with the 800 number anymore.

They're calling
directly into the squad.

Mrs. Ramirez
give you anything?

No. Just that John
was a good church-going kid.

We got a unit watching
his parish church.

What about relatives?

Yes?

John.

Lieutenant,
Detective John Munch,
Baltimore Homicide.

He worked that subway
bombing two years ago.

Detective
Paul Falsone.
Pleasure.

Rey Curtis.

You're the one with the kids.

How's it going, Rey?
Good, good.

Uh, what are you guys
doing up here?

I'm looking for a good
piece of brisket.
Can't find any in Baltimore.

Well, before you all slip
into a hot tub together...

Uh, they're not
jumping on our case?

The injuries to young
Brittany Janaway
that caused her death

occurred in our town,
on our watch.

Well, that's a theory
you're here to explore,
Detective.

Make them feel at home.

Got any take out menus?

Carnegie Deli okay?

Your Honor,
my clients
are not defendants,

and they are not named
in any indictment
that I am aware of,

therefore I or they
can speak to the press
whenever we choose to.

Your Honor, I've initiated
a grand jury proceeding.

I am now serving
Mr. and Mrs. Janaway
with subpoenas

to appear before
the grand jury. Miss Ross.

I ask Your Honor to order
Mr. and Mrs. Janaway
and their attorney

not to speak about
this case to anyone.

This is absurd.

This has nothing to do
with my clients' testimony,

and everything to do
with shutting them up!

These subpoenas are
valid on their face.

Why they were issued
is not up for discussion.

This is an abuse
of his office.

If Mr. Drake wants to quash,
he has 30 days to move.

Until then, Your Honor has
the authority to order all
parties and/or witnesses

to remain silent,

and to cite anyone
who violates your order
for criminal contempt.

Mr. Drake,

once your clients have been
subpoenaed, it's all done.

Your Honor,
in all due deference,

any order of this kind
is tantamount to an
unconstitutional gag order,

and I intend to appeal!

Appeal all you want.
Now, I'm issuing the order,

and I strongly advise you
and your clients
to stay off the 6:00 news.

Your Honor, Mr. Drake's
clients have also posted
a $250,000 reward.

Well, I'm ordering
that withdrawn right now.

So, Curtis.
Yeah?

You must be Spanish, huh?

Peruvian-Indian-English-
German-American mix.

Thanksgiving dinner
must be something.

You kids
figure it out yet?

Yeah.

Ramirez turns himself in
and claims the reward.

Or his girlfriend might
drop a dime on him.

Assuming
he has a girlfriend.

He looks like he spends
his Saturday nights
punching the clown.

You know,
statistically speaking,
in the death of a child,

the parents are always
front and center.

Yeah. If you're saying
we're wasting our time here,

let me remind you
that you're the ones
who came up with Ramirez.

I'm just
keeping an open mind,
Lennie, that's all.

Yeah, he was definitely
dogging her.

You've seen his
appointment book.

Wherever she was,
he was there, too.

Fashion shows,
public appearances,
dates and times.

Yeah, I bet
he misses her already.
Who's got the turkey?

Yeah. And she's a lot
easier to keep tabs on now.

That top stack there, John.

Green-Wood Cemetery.

Right. Yes!

These black suits
keep you nice and warm, huh?

Walt Whitman and
Montgomery Clift are buried
around here somewhere.

Better them than me.

This little Johnny's
making us look bad.
He doesn't show up soon,

our partners are
liable to sign us up
for the geezer home.

Can you believe
we spent 20 bucks
for daisies?

Yeah. I was just thinking.
She used to like irises.

Who? What are you
talking about?

Gwen. I know you're dying
to ask me about her.

I have no interest at all
in hearing anything
about that little tart.

I still have her number.

Olivia's seven,
Serena just turned five,
and Isabel's three.

Oh, yeah?
My Danny's three.

Yeah?

Almost three and a half.

It's a nice age.

Yeah, I don't get
to see him much.

That must be tough.

I hope these guys
are right about this.

Look where they put her.
She's got no view.

Just the back of somebody's
head, like a sardine.

My sister died
when she was 10.

Car accident.

My old man said,

"There's nothing
worse in the world
than outliving your kid."

Palm Beach?
What kind of life is that?

Hey, a guy can work the beach,
troll for wealthy divorcees.

Yeah, right.
Lennie Briscoe,
cabana boy.

There he is. Rey. Rey.

Johnny?

Get down on your knees.

Don't run!

I told you not to run.

Thanks
for showing up, Johnny.

I didn't hurt her.
I loved her.

She was beautiful.
I couldn't hurt her.

I know you believe in God.

You believe in
the Lord's forgiveness?

That's why you were
out in the cemetery,
to ask forgiveness, right?

Well, you can
have it, Johnny.

You have to
confess your sins.

I loved her.
How could that be a sin?

Don't give me
that religious crap!

What'd you use?
Your hands?
A stick? What?

No, I didn't hurt her.

You keep lying to me!
You know what
I'm gonna do to you?

I'm gonna break
every bone in your face,
so stop lying to me.

Please! I didn't hurt her!

They saw you
in Baltimore, John.

The cab driver,
the neighbors.

They all saw you.

No.

You were there, John.
You had your Mets cap on.

No.

Look, kid,
I'm the only friend
you got in this room.

The other guys all want
to stick a needle in you.

Now, you tell me what
you did and you won't
have to die for it.

I didn't do anything.

You raped that girl, John.
Come on! Be a man. Admit it.

Tell me you raped that girl.

No! No, I didn't do it!

It's okay you
like them young.

I run across a lot of guys
in my line of work
that have that preference.

What's that?

This is my hall pass
so I can go
to the crapper by myself.

"Defective Monk"?

That's "Detective,"
with a "T."
"Munch," as in "lunch."

Defective monk,
like a fallen angel.

That's what Brittany was.

Yeah, sure,
I can see that.

You told your mother
you wanted to save her.

Is that why you went
down to Baltimore?

Saving her's
a good thing, Johnny.

If that's why you
went to Baltimore,
it won't hurt to admit it.

Yeah. I was there.

At her house?

Yeah. I just
wanted to talk to her.

Talk about what?

They were exploiting
her soul and her body.

She let you in?

No, I just watched her.

Through the window?

Yeah. I was just trying
to get a message to her.

How did you get
into the house?

I didn't get in.
I just watched her.

I watched what
happened to her.

What are you talking about?

Somebody was going at her.

Who?

I couldn't see who it was.
I just saw her.

Who was it, Johnny?

I don't know.

Her dad's car was
in the driveway. A Lexus.

Ramirez claims
he didn't see the assailant,

but he's suggesting
it was the girl's father.

And you want to know
if he's blowing smoke?

For starters, does this crime
fit the pattern for incest?

Sure. Why wouldn't it?

This was a violent
rape, Emil.

This wasn't seduction.
It was punishment.

It's all about submission.

Guys who get into this
like to think
they're seducing their kids,

but they're not.
They're dominating them.

That still doesn't
explain a father hating
his child so much

he'd literally
rape her to death.

Give me another 20 years
as a shrink, I'll come up
with an explanation.

I'm gonna need
some strategies
to deal with Janaway.

Don't hold your breath
for a confession.

Jack, you're about to look
into a very ugly corner
of the human heart.

Bring a shovel.