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In the criminal
justice system,

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I'm not going, Amy.

The wedding will
last a lot longer
than the marriage.

She's your niece!

Yeah? Well, then
she should've found
herself a nice...

Well, I heard the
elevator come down

maybe a few minutes
before I came out.

You didn't hear
a scream or a struggle?
No.

Anybody with you?
My wife.

How many units
in the building?

We've got six.
Two on the ground floor,

and upstairs we've got
one loft per floor.
Five stories in all.

All the tenants here?

Well, the tenant on
the ground floor leaves
for work around 7:00.

But the rest of them,
they don't leave me
their schedules.

Thanks.

What've you got?
Three stab wounds
to the chest.

What kind of knife?

Not a knife.
I don't know what it was.
Check with me later.

What do ya bet
nobody heard anything?

No bet.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Lennie!

Mother of God.

Kath, it's Morgan.
Where are you?

I've left three messages
since yesterday.
Are you out of town?

Anyway, I've got the tickets
for Tuesday night.

Call me.

Sunday,
August 4th, 9:16 p.m.

Line one. That was
your last message.

Almost two days worth
of messages not picked up.

You think
this psycho was here
that long?

You didn't see this girl.
He was here quite a while.

Sponge is still wet,
cleaned up after himself,

took out the garbage.

You got anything?

She paid her
bills on time.

Get some uniforms.
See if you can find
that garbage bag.

What've you got?
Big job for the lab.

Specifically.
A lot of blood, some
black hairs, all long.

No other hairs?
Not so far.
I'll check the drains.

Some of these guys,
they take showers
before they leave.

Her flesh was sliced
with a knife,

maybe a razor blade,
arms, legs, back.

He cut through
the right calf muscle.

What about
the marks on her neck?

A ligature. Not a rope.
Something smooth.

He strangled her
but didn't kill her.

He tried to.

Stab wound in the chest
missed the aorta
by millimeters.

Rape?
There was bruising
but no semen.

What are her chances?

Talk to the surgeons
when they're done.

Be another three, four hours
unless she dies on the table.

If you hadn't found her
when you did,
she'd have...

Her parents
are in the lounge.

Thanks.
Mmm-hmm.

The doctors won't
tell us what
happened to her.

Someone mistreated her.

They told us she could die,
you say she was mistreated?
What the hell happened?

She was hurt
very badly.

What? What?

I'm sorry to have to
question you at a time
like this, Mrs. O'Brien.

It's Roger.

Anne, Roger
wouldn't do this.

Who's Roger?

Her husband.
Takes cocaine.

Abused her for six years
till she finally got out.

Roger's a bully,
he's not a monster.

Then why did Kitty have
to get a restraining
order against him?

What about all those times
he called you

at 3:00 a.m. in the morning,
ranting and raving about her?

He wanted her back, Anne.

I told him
I couldn't help him.

Don't waste
your time on Roger.

Where should
we look, then?

Roger punched her,

slammed her into walls,
dragged her by her hair,

isolated her from
her family and friends,

and then was furious
when she left him.

Where do you think
they should look?

Roger Lansing?

Yes.

Can we
talk to you?
What about?

Your wife.

What's wrong?

She was attacked.
Where were you?

I'll take this back
to the art department.

What happened?
Why are police involved?

Where were you
this weekend, Mr. Lansing?

From late Saturday night
till early this morning?

Why come after me?

Well, we hear
you're one of those guys
who get all bent out of shape

when their woman leaves 'em
after years of abuse.

You've been talking
to her parents.

They'd be in the street
if I hadn't helped them.
Bill lost his job,

I talked Pageant Cola
into giving him
a distributorship,

and they point
the finger at me?

You're such a great guy,
why'd your wife need

a restraining order
against you?

She didn't.

She's positioning herself
for a big settlement.

She doesn't wanna be
with me, fine.

I've moved on.
New girlfriend.

The woman we just
saw you with?

Yes.

Is that who you were
with this weekend?

No. She went to
a friend's wedding
in Connecticut.

Saturday night,
I was with Jack McKinney.

His apartment.
We watched the game,
kicked back for a while.

I got there around 6:00
and left at 2:00 a.m.
And went straight home.

Yes, he, uh, left
a little after 2:00.

Is Katharine going
to be all right?

We don't know.
She was still
in surgery.

You guys are
on the wrong track here,
you know.

Roger wouldn't do
that to Katharine
or anybody else.

Who would?

Who could?

Check the men that
she's been dating.

Who knows what
she picked up?

Which men
would that be?

I don't know their names,
but I hear she's been active.

Lansing get upset
about that?

Why would he?
He's got a new girlfriend.

He's got his hands
full with her.

What's that mean?

Roger's a great guy,
but he's got a radar
for demanding women.

Look, I'd like to help you,
but I don't know anyone
who could do this.

At least I hope I don't.

She got out of surgery
a couple of hours ago.

The hospital has her listed
as critical and unstable.

What's the lab got?

Nothing yet.
The guy really
cleaned up after himself.

He even cleared the drains.
There's nothing in the P-traps
but some traces of Drano.

There were five separate
sets of prints.

The computer didn't match 'em
to anybody with priors.

What about the mailman?

Three stabs to the chest
with something that left
one-inch U-shaped wounds.

Force broke two ribs
and the sternum.

Three inches deep,
give or take.

M.E. have an opinion
about what kind of
implement was used?

No.
Are the Feds gonna
take the mailman?

They said if we find out
the mail was interfered with,
they'll think about it.

Otherwise, they wish us luck.
The husband has an alibi.
Move on.

He's not the only
man in her life.

Well, it could've
been some stranger.

Well, clear the
underbrush first,

talk to the friend
who left messages
on her machine.

Katharine finally
gets it together to
leave that son of a bitch,

and Jack McKinney
makes her sound
like a slut?

Katharine been
seeing anybody new?

Oh,
don't you start.

Somebody tortured her
and left her for dead.
Roger Lansing has an alibi.

She's gone out with
three or four guys

since she left Roger,
but nothing clicked.

You know their names?

There was a Paul,
and a Randy.
A Bill. I don't know.

How does she
spend her time?

She's been reading a lot.

She's taking
decorative arts classes.

Where?

Some antique dealer
who holds night classes.

He's probably
in her Rolodex.

Tom's going to
take care of these items.

I'll be at St. Mark's
if you need me.

Katharine says
he's a great guy.

She has God-awful
taste in men.

Good Lord.
Is she, uh...

Intensive care.
You go out with her?

Five or six dates.
Will she be all right?

You ever go
to her place?
Couple of times.

You have keys?

Never accept keys.

Too much
implied commitment.

God forbid.

I help ladies get
through their divorces.

Makes them happy to know
they're still desirable.

And what do
you get out of it?

Great sex.

Breakups make women go
out of their way to prove
it wasn't their fault.

Where were you
last weekend?

I was in London last week.
Went for a couple of auctions.

Flew back
late Sunday afternoon,
British Airways.

Let me
ask you something.

Out of all the men
in Manhattan,

how did Katharine Lansing
find you?

Mutual lady friend.

Another lucky recipient
of your charms?

That's right.

He helped me.
I thought maybe he
could help Katharine.

He ever do
anything kinky?

You'd have
to define kinky.

S&M.

Gavin's talent is
he figures out
without asking

what pleases
the women he's with.

He's a big-hearted guy.

Yeah, well,
he gets what he wants,
too, after all.

What happened to Katharine,
it's just not Gavin.

Anyone in Katharine's
circle of acquaintances
you can think of?

No.

Not unless Roger
went totally
around the bend.

Has he?

He has an alibi.

Yeah, I'm sure he does.
Nothing's ever his fault.

Who'd he say
he was with?

A man named
Jack McKinney.

Not Saturday night,
he wasn't.

I saw Jack
at La Goulue,

and he certainly
wasn't with Roger.

What time was that?

Around 11:30.

He was with
his current pouty,
young thing.

I know how Jack spent
the rest of his evening,
and it wasn't with Roger.

Unless they had
a threesome.

You might as well
come off it, Lansing.

Your friend, McKinney,
told us you asked him
to lie for you.

Okay.
I was at a hotel.

Who with?

If Michelle finds out
about this, she'll kill me.

You know how women are.

You mean
they tend to get upset

because you follow your crotch
down the street every time
they turn their back?

It was just one night.

Anyway, hookers don't count.

Where'd you
find the hooker?

Paramour In-Calls.

Very high quality girls.

I'm a massage specialist.

What part of the body
do you, uh, specialize in?

Whatever part
needs relief.

Saturday night,
your agency sent you
to the Hotel Royale.

What time
did you get there?

About 10:00, 10:15.

I figured the guy
must be married.

Why else rent a hotel room
for a massage?

How long
did you stay?

He left at 9:30,
Sunday morning,

and the rest of us stayed
till checkout time.

"The rest of us"?

The guy was all coked up.

I called in reinforcements.

Guys on coke have problems.
You know, they can't...

Get relief?

Yeah.

Anyway, by 3:00 a.m.,
there were five of us
massaging him

and putting on
little shows for him.

Okay, so, uh, five girls

for, like, uh, 11 hours?

This guy must've
dropped a bundle.

$25,000.

He had lots of problems
and lots of plastic.
The perfect client.

The victim's conscious.

Did you go
to the club alone?

Just to dance. Mom?

Yes, tell me.

Something for the pain.

What time did you
leave to go home?

10:00.

Alone?

Yes.

Did anybody follow you?

No.

No, I always check.

Did you lock your door
when you came in?

I...

I thought so.

I...
I don't know. I...

I had some drinks
at the club.

I got some water,

I heard a voice...

Voice behind me.

"If... If you turn around,
I'll kill you."

Whose voice was it?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Your man sounds like he's
still honing his fantasy.

Fantasy?

Katharine Lansing
might disagree.

These men construct
scenarios in their heads
and then act them out.

They get off on humiliating,
degrading and torturing
another human being.

Fact he didn't
kill her means he's
still taking baby steps.

He tried.

If he was seasoned,
he'd have made sure.

You're saying we've
got a serial killer
who screwed up?

This may be his first.
It won't be his last.

He'll refine his
operation as he goes.

He's already well
organized and careful.

He sure
cleaned up good.

He's probably studied
crime scene procedure.

He planned this down
to the last detail.

Except the postman.

Again, shows he's new
to the game.

If he had his act down cold,
he'd have walked right past
the mailman.

Maybe smiled and said,
"Good morning."

So he's confronted
with something
he didn't plan for.

Then he acts decisively.

So there's one thing you
know about him for sure.

What else?

Uh, he's meticulous,
organized.

In a line of work where
he deals with minutiae

and doesn't have
to stay in one place.

Travels a lot.
Uh, probably white.

No prior relationship
with the victim.

Seems normal to others.

May or may not be married.

Collects sadistic pornography.

Most likely keeps
a detailed record
of his cruelties.

A lot of white men
in New York City who travel

have no prior relationship
with Katharine Lansing.

This was not a one-time deal.
He's been out there trolling.

Pull any incident reports
that look promising.

Women who had
narrow escapes,

hookers who got more
than they bargained for.

And send the crime
details to all precincts.

See if they got
anything that matches.

I told the police officers
I didn't want
to press charges.

Well, a guy tries
to strangle you and
you want to let it go?

I want to keep
my job, okay?

What does your job
have to do with it?

I met this guy
in a bar.

We went to his place.

Things got a little
out of hand, so I left.

Patrol unit found you
at 68th and Madison.

You were dazed
and half-dressed.

You had ligature marks
on your neck.

I'm into S&M, okay?
It's not a crime.

This guy wasn't
responding to any
of the safe words.

It's a game,
you know, you...

Only he wasn't playing.

This guy
have a name?

Matt.

Any point in asking you
his last name?

I didn't care
what his name was.

What's he look like?

Thirty-ish.

5'10" or so. Brown hair,
brown eyes. Clean-shaven.

Where's his place?

You see the papers?

You read about
that woman who was
tortured last weekend?

Where's his apartment?

No, this isn't
my apartment.

The owner, Ms. Fowler,
has been in the Middle East
since August.

Anybody staying
here with you?

No. What's this about?

How long have
you been here?

Since the fourteenth.

Who was here
before you?

Oh. You're looking
for the pervert,
aren't you?

Why do you call
him "the pervert"?

This was in the VCR.

I guess he
forgot about it
when he left.

I watched 10 seconds of it.
It was disgusting.

Do you know his
name or where he went?

Uh, when I moved in,
there was a package
by the door.

I don't remember the name.

You remember who sent it?
Who delivered it?

Sorry. I asked the doorman
to send it
to the rental agency.

That'd be Matt Bergstrom,
one of our regulars.

Travels a lot.
Is he in trouble?

He's from out of town?

Seattle.

Calls us a couple
of times a year.

He's coming in,
needs a place to stay.

Town's full of hotels.

We've got clients who
need somewhere to stay.

We've got other clients who
don't want their apartments
vacant while their gone.

Everybody wins.

What do you know
about Bergstrom?

Not much. I never
met him except
on the phone, uh...

Freelances. Something to
do with computer games.

Why'd he leave
the co-op early?

Said he needed to be
closer to the office.

You know
where he went?

What'd you do
with his package?

Sent it back to the company
where he's working.

Matt Bergstrom?
Sure, he's the one who...

Well, I'm not exactly
sure what he does,

but it's something
about the content
of the video games.

Is he here?
No, he left.

What do you
want him for?

Need to talk to him.
You know where he's staying?

He won't be there.

He went to dinner
with Miss Kurtzman
from Product Development.

They left maybe
a half hour ago.

Matt Bergstrom?
Yes?

We've got some
questions for you.

You want to come down
to the station?

Questions about what?

We can discuss it
at the precinct.

Are you arresting me?

Not unless we have to.

Some mistake.
Guess I better
clear it up.

Do you want me to
call anybody, Matt?
No.

No, it'll be fine.

I'm sorry.
I'll call you later.

Lead the way.

So you wrap this around
the woman's throat

and tighten it
until she passes out.

But you don't kill
her, right? 'Cause that
wouldn't be any fun.

That's the sickest
thing I've heard.

I've told you,
those are gifts for the women
I'm working with.

Oh, yeah.

This is a great gift idea.

And who are these for?
Katharine Lansing?

Why do you keep asking
the same questions?

I don't know anything about
any Katharine Lansing.

You know about
Erica Davies, though, right?

You tried to
asphyxiate her.

I told you,
she kept saying,
"Rougher, rougher."

Then all of a sudden,
she kicked me,

grabbed her clothes
and ran out.

Katharine Lansing
want it rougher, too?

I don't know
Katharine Lansing.

Okay, once again.

Where were you
from Saturday night
till Monday morning?

It hasn't changed
since the last time
you asked.

I did some paperwork
at the hotel,

and then I walked
around the city.

I like to walk.

Thirty-six hours.
You didn't see
anybody you knew,

you didn't talk to
anybody you knew,

you didn't call anybody,
nobody called you?

If I had seen
or talked to anybody, now,
don't you think I'd say so?

I'm not even from here.

We've asked the Seattle
police to check you out.

What are they
gonna tell us?

Look, you have kept me
here for five hours.

You searched my hotel room,
you took my picture
without telling me why.

You accused me of
something I didn't do.

Now, I have tried
to cooperate here,
but I'm done.

Arrest me
or let me go.

And I want
my stuff back.

The club Katharine Lansing
went to,

I found two people
who ID'd Bergstrom
in the neighborhood.

The night
she was there?

No, a couple
of days before.

A bar right down the street
from the club.

Bartender says
Bergstrom was there.

Some blonde babe
hit on him,
he wasn't interested,

and then he locked
onto a brunette,

and he spent about
an hour trying to
get her out the door.

She go with him?
No.

Also, he sweet-talked
some clerk in a CD store.

She wasn't interested
'cause she's got
a girlfriend.

Well, we can't hold him
on what we've got.

Let him call a lawyer,
and then get that girl
in here.

The one he tried to strangle.

How many people
do I have to tell?
I'm not pressing charges.

You think you're
the only woman
this guy goes after?

Then talk to them.

I work for a politician,
and I need the job.

I can't get
mixed up in this.

What do you think
would've happened

if you hadn't knee-capped
this guy and run out?

It was in his eyes,
wasn't it?

He was gonna kill you.

Maybe I overreacted.

Mmm.

Her name is
Katharine Lansing.

Those are knife wounds.

These injuries here,
we don't know
what they are.

Marks where he tightened
something around her throat.

You know how this
feels, don't you?

He's pulling it
tighter and tighter,

and you don't know
if he's gonna stop
or keep going.

But you did know,
didn't you?

You knew if you didn't
get out of there,

you were gonna end up
like this. Look at her.

Is your job
really worth this?

How many other women
do you want him to savage?

All right,
Mr. Bergstrom, you win.
You're under arrest.

I didn't do anything
to that woman.

You can't possibly
have any evidence.

Which woman are
you talking about?

Erica Davies
filed a complaint.

The charge is Assault
in the First Degree.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney...

And you're not getting
your toys back.

They're going to the lab.

That one, too.

You know this man?

No, just
looks familiar.

So this one and this one
you might have seen
somewhere before?

Can you think
of where?

Mmm-mmm.

Is it one of them?

We need to know
everything you remember
about the incident.

Anything he said.

After he told me
not to turn around,

he never said
anything else.

For a day and a half?

I don't know.

I just remember the pain.

Mr. Bergstrom is the
aggrieved party here.

Ms. Davies attacked him.
He had to see a doctor
about his knee.

She kicked him
because he was
strangling her.

You can't sustain
an Assault One charge.
It was a misunderstanding.

Her word against his.
Drop it.

I'm much more
likely to up the charge
than I am to drop it.

Are you off on
Katharine Lansing again?

You don't have one thing
to link my client to that.

You make it sound like
they just haven't found
anything yet.

There's nothing to find.

I didn't do anything
to that woman.

You say you
didn't do anything
to Ms. Davies, either.

I didn't do anything to her
that she didn't ask for.

Was Katharine Lansing
asking for it, too?

That's not what I meant.

What about
Leslie Dawes in Seattle?

Who?

Misdemeanor assault,
three years ago.

She accused him of
trying to strangle her.

Bad habits die hard.

He'll plead
to Assault Three.

Pay a fine, promise to
never do it again.

We'll let you know.

You have till Monday.
Then I move to dismiss.

You've got
the assault charge.

And a victim with an
off-beat sexual history.

And even if we convict him,
he only gets put away
for a year at best.

It's one year that he's
not killing people.

Abbie, the assault case
is smoke and mirrors,

and we've used them up
getting prohibitive bail
on a relatively minor charge.

Have the police
go over it again.

If they still come up
with nothing,

and if Miss Davies
can't be persuaded
to cooperate...

If, if, if.

Take the misdemeanor plea.
Best we can do.

Aside from
the unidentified saliva,
there is nothing on these.

You checked every
piece of clothing?

Everything means everything,

right down to the soles
of his shoes.

The sole of this sneaker
had creosote on it.

There was a sliver of wood
embedded in it.

Wood? From what?

Maybe a railroad tie.

So Bergstrom submitted
restaurant receipts

to the computer company
for reimbursement.

Even psychos
gotta eat.

Yeah, well,
mostly he ate in
his neighborhood.

But three times
in one week,

he went way the hell
uptown to a place
near Fort Tryon Park.

Don't they call this
clutching at straws?

Yeah,
he came three nights
in a row earlier this month.

All three times,
he asked for that table like
it meant something to him.

He do anything
besides eat?

Just sat there.
Looked out the window,
smiling.

What was he looking at?

At the park.

At what in the park?

The leaves.
How do I know?

We've got a K-9 unit up there.
Sniffed through several acres.
The dogs didn't find anything.

We talked to two uniforms
who saw Bergstrom leaving
the park at 4:00 a.m.

on the 6th
of this month.

The exit nearest
the restaurant.

They stopped him,
didn't like his attitude,

so they hung onto him
while they looked
around some. Zip.

The park, train tracks.
What the hell is he up to?

We checked his travels
the last few years.

Houston PD
was investigating
him on a case

where a woman disappeared,
January last year.

What made them lock
onto Bergstrom?

He was with her the day
she went missing.

They couldn't tie him in,
but the case is still open.

I don't like where
this seems to be going.

How long's he been
coming to New York?

The past five years.

Pull all the reports
of missing women,

open murder cases
with a sex angle.

See if anything
matches up.

I have friends in the
Houston D.A.'s office.
I'll give them a call.

Do we have a deal?

Does the name
Anna Lasky mean
anything to you?

You had lunch
with her in Houston on
January 7th, a year ago.

Nobody ever
saw her again.

God, not this again.

I had lunch with her.
She left in her car.

I walked back to the house
I was renting.

Her car was found
at the San Antonio
airport a week later.

Blood in the trunk.
Did they find my
fingerprints on it?

No.

They didn't find
one damn thing.

Not one reason
to suspect me
because I didn't do it.

We've heard
how well you clean up
after yourself.

Washing the dishes,
taking out the garbage,
Drano down the drains.

Unless you've
annexed Houston
into New York County,

I don't see how this is
any of your business

I'm still not hearing
any evidence against him
in the Lansing case.

We asked the Houston PD
if there was a park
near where you stayed

when you were down there.
They said, "Yes."

We told them they might
wanna send a dog and
handler to check it out.

Where you going with
this, Mr. McCoy?

Death Row.
Either here
or in Texas.

This is the most colossal
bluff I've ever seen.
You have nothing!

We have Fort Tryon Park.
The train tracks.

Houston K-9 units
sniffing away.

We're closing in on you.
Us or Houston. Either way,
we're going to put you down.

They throw the switch
a lot faster down there.

I want to speak
to Mr. Lazar.

Alone.

You okay?

With that butcher
looking at me

like I'm a carcass
on a meat hook?

Sure, I'm fine.

Premature to threaten him
with the death penalty.

Last I heard,
the cops had
over 600 reports

of missing women
still to go through.

600.

You have to separate
that from Bergstrom.

Against my advice,
he'll plead to Aggravated
Assault on Lansing

and Man One
on the postal carrier.

Murder One for
the postman.
Life without parole.

Murder Two. 25 to life.
And there's a condition.

You agree not to
extradite him to Texas.

Or any other death
penalty state.

Extradition is up
to the governor.
You know that.

Get a promise from
the Attorney General's
office not to extradite.

He'll want something
in return.

Something big.

You get to clear a case you
can't even bring to trial

'cause you got squat
for evidence,
and you want to dicker.

I'm just telling you
what I need
to make it work.

You put something
on the table.

I'll see what
I can do.

Otherwise, you can
take your chances.

How would you like to
close some open cases?

What cases?

He doesn't say anymore till
you get him out of range
of the death penalty.

Bergstrom's giving
you a gift. Take it.

I don't like the wrong end
of a sucker bet.

You may have no choice.
He's a serial killer.

He's going to show you
bodies you may never
find without his help.

We make this deal with him,
he gets those bodies free.

This could
be your last chance
to stop him.

We're not going to get
perfect justice here.

He accepts
life without parole,
I can live with that.

Why not buy
the cops some time
to put a case together?

We try him for the
assault on Davies.

Maybe he gets a year.
More likely not.

We make this deal with him,
we've got him.

So he shows us
two bodies. Four, ten.

What do we say to the
families of those women?

If we don't
stop him now, what do
we say to the families

of the women he kills
next week, next month,
next year?

You want to risk their lives
just for the satisfaction
of ending Bergstrom's?

What'd the Attorney General
say about extradition?

They saw it's the only way
we can hang onto him.

Make the deal.

Murder One for
the mailman.

Assault One and
Attempted Murder Two
for Katharine Lansing,

and you open up
on the cases
you know about.

Life without parole.

Murder Two
for the mailman,

Assault Three
for Lansing.
25 to life.

No.

You make this deal,
or Mr. Bergstrom
and I are out of here.

25 to life.

Did you talk
to the Attorney
General's office?

Yes.

No extradition to
a death penalty state.

No admission
of guilt in any case
he tells you about.

But if we uncover
independent evidence
in those cases,

we're free to prosecute.

What independent evidence?
Anything you find will be
based on what he tells you.

We can argue that
out with a judge.

Done.

Let's hear it.

I can show you six bodies.

No admission.

If you didn't kill them,
how do you know
where they are?

I heard.

I'll draw you a map.

Four of them had
already been discovered.

Exactly where
Bergstrom said they'd be.

Three were buried
as Jane Does on Hart Island.

The fourth was ID'd
from dental records.

Beth Aldredge.
She was shipped home
to Minnesota.

We didn't ask to dig her up.
We figured we had enough.

Autopsies
conducted at the time?

All they had
were bones.

I can give you approximate
times of death.
May be off by months.

They all had
some chipped bones,

knife wounds,
delivered with some force.

The other two?

One was in
Fort Tryon Park,

one in a train tunnel.
Bergstrom visited them.

Probably got himself off
reliving the good old days.

He led us
right to them.

Skeletal remains.
Chipped bones,
like the others.

Five of the six
had three to five
knife wounds.

This guy gets away
with six murders.

And who know
how many more.

His allocution
is in two weeks.

He'll be doing
25 to life.

If anybody ever
deserved the needle...

The deal's for
Katharine Lansing
and the mailman.

What about these?

The deal
includes these.

You got any
paper clips?

DD-fives are ready?

My wife and I brought
Kitty back to the loft from
the hospital this morning.

This was in the entry,
like somebody slipped it
under the door.

Anne and I were at the loft
yesterday afternoon

to make sure everything
was ready for Kitty
to come home.

The note wasn't
there then?

No. If you caught the man
who attacked my daughter,
who the hell left this note?

"Dear Kitty,
if you think that
was bad, just wait."

He pled guilty.

He didn't leave the note.

Who else would have,
except the man
who attacked me?

How many people
call you Kitty?

Um, my family
and Roger,

and a friend I've known
since we were kids.

There must be some
other people who knew.

You're not listening.

What if... What if you've
got the wrong person?

What am I supposed
to do?

The police will look
into it and find out
who left the note.

I can't sleep.
I can't eat.

Anybody who touches me,
I cringe.

Somebody made my
life not worth living,
and now he's going to kill me.

Roger Lansing was in Chicago,
meeting with a client
when the note was left.

The childhood friend
who calls her Kitty
lives in Denver.

The antiques dealer
was in Europe,
servicing another divorcee.

What about
Lansing's friend?

McKinney was
in the Hamptons.

Lansing has
a girlfriend.

Uh, she went to visit
her parents on the island.

Old man owns
a carpentry shop there.

Where's the autopsy
report on the mailman?

Right here.

These U-shaped wounds,

you guys know anything
about wood-working tools?

Yeah.

A little.

Learn more. And get
a search warrant.

My father's retired.
I run the business now.
What's this about?

You been to
the City lately?

Not for a few weeks. Why?

Hey, Rey.

Shaped like a U.

Twist it, you get an O.

How about that?

You lied to the police
about where you were
that weekend.

And you missed a little
blood on the gouge
when you cleaned up.

One of my workers
must've cut himself on it.

It fits the wounds
on the mailman,

right down to the nick
in the center.

And we'll have
the blood match by
the end of the day.

Why Katharine Lansing?

Your sister's dating
Katharine's husband.
How did you get in the mix?

Mr. Ashford has told you
he's not your man.

Fine. I'll get
an indictment.
Murder One.

Attempted Murder Two.

What can you
do for him?

What can he do for me?

Are you willing
to come down
from Murder One?

It's possible.

So my sister hooks up
with this Lansing guy.

He's loaded,
but he keeps obsessing
on his ex-wife,

and Michelle's afraid
she's gonna lose him.

And this is the solution
you came up with?

It wasn't my idea.

She tells me to get rid
of the competition

and make it look like
some psycho did it.

Guess what?
Some psycho didn't do it.

Did Roger Lansing know?

You think she told him?

She's still trying
to hang onto him.

And how's that
working out for her?

Not too well.

He's more focused on her
than ever before.

Calling her,
sending her flowers.

Blowing off Michelle.

Just so we're clear,

you tortured
Katharine Lansing
for 36 hours,

you stabbed her in the chest,
you left her for dead.

At his
sister's instigation.

Did his sister tell him
to be sure to kill
the mailman on his way out?

The next announcement's
gonna be the police can pin
the six bodies on Bergstrom.

They can't.

He killed those
six women.
He led us to them.

That isn't evidence.

Any word from the
other jurisdictions?

Houston PD found a body.
Bones. No forensics.

We can't hold him
for Mr. Ashford's crime.

Well, we sure as hell
can't let him go.

Bergstrom knew
we'd find those bodies
sooner or later.

He preempted us.
He played us.

Arrange for his release.

You're not serious.
If the police come
up with anything...

Yeah, that's great.
That'll work.

If we need to find him,
we can just follow
the trail of blood and bones.

Don't rant.
Let's hear a solution.

Ashford and his sister
killed a postal employee.
That's a federal offense.

We turn them over
to the US Attorney's,
gift-wrapped.

And Bergstrom?

We keep the Ashfords
under wraps until
after he allocutes.

Do you know what
you're proposing?

There's no conflict, Jack.

The Ashfords'll be convicted
under a federal statute,
Bergstrom under a state one.

Of a crime only one of them
could've committed.

New York State
expressly allows
inconsistent pleadings.

Yep?

Thanks.

The Ashfords
have closed ranks.
They've hired a new lawyer.

How long were you
gonna wait to tell us,
Mr. McCoy?

You've already got somebody
in custody for this crime.

A serial killer
named Bergstrom.

He confessed, and he's
scheduled to allocute
at the end of the week.

Who said he confessed?

I have my sources.

You put my clients on trial,
I'll call Bergstrom
as a witness

and watch your face while
he tells the jury he did it.

I'm moving to dismiss.

Don't tell us.

The US Attorney's office
has agreed to take over
prosecution of Mr. Ashford

for the murder of the mailman.
That's a federal crime,
in case you didn't know.

And you, Miss Ashford,
will be prosecuted
as his accomplice.

You said it was over.
This was just a formality.

Let me handle it.
You've handled it right
into a federal charge.

Shut up, Michelle.

If you weren't
such a stunningly
incompetent moron

we wouldn't be here at all.

That sounds like
an admission of guilt,
Mr. Kaufer.

My client is upset.
There's no admission.

So they'll plead
not guilty in federal court.

When pigs fly.

We settled this.
We left it open,
and I called the Feds.

Call 'em back. Tell 'em
we made a mistake.

Jack, we cannot let
the Ashfords get away
with what they did,

and we can't
lose Bergstrom.

We've already lost him.

Not if the Feds
take the Ashfords.

The New York County District
Attorney's office can't...

No, won't knowingly convict
a man of the wrong crime.
What are you thinking?

Well, I'm just
taking a page from
the Jack McCoy playbook.

Nobody gets to bend
the rules but you?

I've bent the rules
to convict the right person
of the right crime.

This isn't bending,
this is turning the law
against itself.

You once hid a witness
to get the result
that you wanted.

And I was wrong then.
You're wrong now.

Don't wait till you're facing
a disciplinary committee
to realize it.

Jack, you know that
Bergstrom will torture
and kill another woman,

and another, and another...
I want to stop him,
too, Abbie.

Hey,

do you still have letterhead
from the Houston
D.A.'s office?

Yes.
Good.

I want to check with Skoda,
but maybe we can play
Mr. Bergstrom for a change.

A jealous girlfriend, huh?

Women.

This changes everything.

My client is recanting
his confession and changing
his plea to not guilty.

As for Miss Davies,
we're gonna fight you on...

We dropped
the assault charge.

Not to look a gift horse
in the mouth here, but, uh,
mind if I ask you why?

We don't want
anything keeping
Mr. Bergstrom here.

You're wanted elsewhere.

Houston PD found
Anna Lasky.

What was left of her.

They sent a request
for extradition.

It's all official.

Signed, sealed, delivered.

You can't extradite me.
We have a deal.

Deal's gone.
You recanted.

He said it, not me.
I'm not recanting anything.

We can't have you plead
to a crime you didn't commit,
Mr. Bergstrom.

That would be wrong.

You bitch.

A week from tomorrow,
you'll be on a plane,

sandwiched between
two of Houston's finest.

They can't do this.

You'll have
a speedy trial.

Your lawyer will file
a couple of appeals.

He'll lose, and bang,
before you know it,

there's that pesky needle.

You, what are you doing?
You're just sitting there.
Make her shut up.

Ms. Carmichael...
I'm not done.

I'm going to be there.

And if they'd let me push
one of the plungers,
I'd do it,

and pray it's the one that
delivers the fatal dose.

Get her out of here.
Get her out.

How does it feel,
Mr. Bergstrom?

You killed all those women,
and now a woman is going
to return the favor.

You won't.

Pretty damn ironic,
isn't it?

You can't kill me.
I won't let you.

Try and stop me.

I'll plead to one
of the others. The one
by the train tracks.

Hang on...
Murder One.

Life without parole.

Mr. Bergstrom...
Yeah.

Okay.

She doesn't say
what happens to me.

Fine.

If you change your mind,
I'll be waiting.

No, you sit!

You listen to what
I did to her.

I cut her,

and she screamed.

I burned her,
and she screamed louder.

I pushed my fist into her,

and she passed out.

I made her say

she admired me.

I had total control.

Total.