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In the criminal
justice system,

sexually based offenses
are considered

especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate
these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as
the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

- Lookin' good.
- Mm.

- Feelin' good?
- Another one?

Okay.

- Oh.
- Wh--oh.

Mm.

Just enjoy the ride.

[Giggles]

♪

[Cheers and applause]

Thank you.

We'll be back in a bit.

DJ, keep the party going.

[Cheers and applause]

♪

[Man singing
in foreign language]

♪

Oh, how hot you look!

I love the look.

Santiago, that set,
fantastic.

Was anyone recording?

Always.
You want a copy for your files?

- Yes, please.
- You got it.

Ariel, let's dance.

[Laughs]

[Man singing
in foreign language]

♪

- No, I-I--
- It's okay.

No, it's not.
I'm sorry.

I should go.

Hey, relax,
we're all friends here.

No.

Hey, guys.

Not a good day, ma'am.

Oh, my God.

[Dialing on phone]

[Police radio chatter]

Female, white,
Jane Doe,

torn clothing,
non-responsive, but alive.

Was she assaulted?

Blunt force trauma
to the head,

bite marks on her breasts,

bruises on her thighs,
scrapes on her knees.

Okay.
Any way to ID her?

No phone, no wallet,
no jewelry.

Jogger found her
in that rowboat.

Rowboat?

Do people row
around Gracie Mansion?

Nope.
No rentals around here.

So we have no way
of knowing who she is

or where she floated in from.

[Dramatic music]

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A woman found
unconscious and bleeding

right behind Gracie Mansion.

My ears are ringing already.

Who found her?

A witness saw
two male teens,

one black, one white,
hovering over her body.

They ran
when she approached.

So if our vic did have
a wallet, there it went.

They were just going
through that woman's pockets.

I don't think those boys
would've attacked her.

"Those boys"?
You know 'em?

No. I mean, I--
you know, I've seen them.

I don't really know them.

You just sort of know 'em.

Tell me
this didn't happen here.

Oh, probably not.
No drag marks.

No blood on the ground.

She was assaulted
someplace else,

dumped in this rowboat,
and washed up here.

Okay, so why did you
come all the way down here?

I mean, joggers don't
usually come over this far.

I heard something and--

And you're
about to lie to us.

[Sighs]

My husband will kill me.

You brought your kid with you
to meet another man?

God, no.

I was meeting
one of the boys, Jaspar,

to get pills.

What kind of pills?

Adderall.

I have issues with focus.

My therapist thinks
I'm faking it.

So you meet
your teenage dealer

in the park at 7:00 AM?

He's not a dealer.

- It's his own scrip.
- Oh.

His friend, I don't know
his name, is rough,

but Jaspar's nice.

You got Jaspar
on speed dial?

No. I just meet him here
before or after school.

Mm-hmm. I bet he's
a real good student too.

I have to go.

Dash and I have
a baby yoga class.

Not today,
you don't.

So no way to ID her?

Well, the way she was dressed,
she could be a working girl.

Nick, you gotta
get out more.

Everyone dresses
like that now.

Olivia,
go to the hospital

in case she regains
consciousness.

I'll check databases,
missing persons.

Maybe there's someone
she didn't come home to.

And I'll inform 1PP

that the investigation
is proceeding.

All you have to do
is answer a few questions--

Who, what, when, where,
and why?

Our Jane Doe's prints
aren't in the system,

and no one matching
her description

has been reported missing
in the last 48 hours.

Okay, well,
Warner says,

with the vaginal abrasions
and the bite marks,

that it's likely
she was sexually assaulted.

She's collecting
DNA samples now.

Warner?
She got here fast.

Half-naked woman washes up
in the mayor's backyard,

everybody jumps.

- How's she doing?
- Not good.

She's in a coma.

Intracranial pressure from
her head wound is increasing.

Anything on the weapon?

She was hit
with a wooden object.

It left splinters,
had a thin edge.

Whatever it was,
it did the job.

No signs
of chronic drug use,

but she did have alcohol
and MDMA in her system.

Ecstasy?

So she was partying.

Or she was drugged.

Something else interesting--

a pelvic X-ray
showed she had

stainless steel stitching
from an old hernia,

uncommon in this country.

More third world?

The dentistry
is first world.

I'll put out a query.
Someone will know.

If she's a foreign national
who came

into the country
in the last few years,

her prints could be
in ICE.

Well, thanks, Melinda.
At least it's something.

Uh, one more thing.

She's had
at least two children.

If you can,
find her next of kin soon.

This kind of head trauma,

we could be looking
at a homicide.

She's not from the US?

ICE have any hits
on her prints?

Not yet.
Look, they're jammed up.

A lot of governors
cracking down on illegals.

So no "who."
What about how she got here,

- the rowboat?
- Don't hold your breath.

It's a generic boat.

There's no serial numbers,
no name.

Harbor And Aviation know
where she floated in from?

No, they said if we know when,
they can tell us where.

And if we know where,
they can tell us when.

That's not as helpful
as I'd like.

It'd be more helpful
if she were dead.

Melinda, really?

Rigor, a time of death,
we could backtrack.

Oh, actually I'm glad
we don't have that.

All right,
just to be clear,

it's been eight hours,
we got nothing.

Yeah, it's almost 3:00.
School's about to be let out.

- Let's go.
- Hold on, Rollins.

How's your wing?

Maybe I should
send Amaro with Fin.

No, no, no, no.
It's fine.

PT's a bitch,
but I'm good to go.

On the benches,

yellow baseball cap
and hoodie.

Hey.

Um, is one of y'all
named Jaspar?

Who's asking?

Uh, one of the moms
from my baby yoga class

said that you guys
were sometimes here.

Baby yoga, huh?

Yeah, like, I have--
I have a three-month-old,

and I'm having trouble
staying awake.

I-I have cash.

Name brand,
not those generics.

That's great,
thank you.

And you're Jaspar Barron?

You guys,
you're coming with me.

Stand up. Up.

Yep, that's right.

Hey, hey, hey!

Fin, we got one running.

You move,
and I'll add resisting arrest.

Hey, you, you!

Put your hands up,
get down.

So the smart kids
are selling drugs

to MILFs these days?

Not drugs,
they're prescription.

It's a controlled substance.

It's Jaspar's scrip,
not mine.

It's all his idea,
I swear.

We know the Adderall
is yours.

I don't wanna have to haul you
to central booking.

Come on, you seem
like a good kid.

- You've got no priors.
- This is all on Todd.

I-I owe him money.

Ah, so Todd says, "Jump,"
you say, "How high?"

Todd tell you
to knock that girl out

in the rowboat,
rape her?

No!
We saw her floating there.

I said, "We should
get out of here,"

and Todd wanted
to check her pockets.

- You're under arrest.
- Come on.

You believe Jaspar,
not me?

Do I look like
a drug dealer?

- What about rapist?
- Seriously?

She was out cold
when we got there.

You were the last ones
to be with her.

And she's in a coma now.

She dies,
you're looking at murder.

And we will find your DNA
on her body,

you'll be tied
to the rape.

I didn't rape her.

I just went
through her pockets.

You take anything?

Some loose change,
a lipstick.

I gave it to my mother.

And that's all?
No credit cards?

She had one card,

but it was for a hotel
or something.

What, like a key card?

- I guess.
- Which hotel?

She was supposed
to check out today.

Something happened to her?

Sir, just open the door.

I'm also gonna need
the passkey.

No, I-I'm a little
uncomfortable with that.

- Is it okay if we--
- Are you kidding me?

This a police investigation,
all right?

Your guest was assaulted.

The passkey
to the safe, now.

Okay, we also need
the security footage

from the hallway,
from the elevator,

a record
of every single call

that was made to
or from that room,

- wi-fi use--
- O-okay.

Okay, lady,
I'll see what I can do.

Let's go.

Back up.

Oh, my God.

Out.

Place is a mess.

Or somebody got here first
and tossed it.

What were they
looking for?

Not fishnets
or leather or lace.

Somebody went
on a downtown shopping spree.

Well, they weren't
after cash.

Canadian passport.

"Ariel Randolph."

Entered the country
four days ago.

We got a power cord
for a tablet.

iPhone charger.

No phone.

So they were looking
for something

they didn't want anyone
to see.

There's no calls
from the hotel landline.

This is all
the internet activity

from Ariel Randolph's room?

Guests sign
an acceptable use policy.

Now if there's anything
illegal in there--

Okay, save it, please.

See here--

Sir, I'm gonna have

to ask you to leave, now.

Come on.

Okay, she accessed
her iCloud

and her Facebook page.

It's not even
password protected.

Okay, she's got MP3s.

They're all tagged
with places and dates,

like it's live music.

This might be
who ransacked her room.

The time code has him
entering five hours

after we found Ariel,
with a key.

Whoever that is,
he's dressed

for surveillance cams.

Hold on,
I got something.

There's a call

to the same video chat number
twice a day.

[Dialing, ringing]

Hey, dad, it's mom.

Who are you?
Where's my mom?

Uh, I'm Detective Benson.

Is it mommy?

Hey, guys, can I, uh--

Can I speak
with your dad?

Ariel Randolph, 32,
from Edmonton.

Music blogger, podcast host.

Her husband--
Nat Randolph, 55,

local celebrity
in Western Canada,

hosts a show called
Canadian Days And Nights.

They have two sons--
Wayne, 12, and Grant, 10.

The family barely
caught their flight.

They're en route now.

Okay, married mother
of two.

What was she doing
on her own in New York City?

She told her husband
she was here

to do podcasts on some--

what'd she call it?

The Caravanserai
World Music Festival,

and she wasn't lying
about that.

I mean, she's got
dozens of MP3s

of different bands,
I mean, most of which

played during the festival
last week.

When's the last time
her family heard from her?

The morning
before we found her.

She kept in touch.

They video chatted
twice a day.

Any chance she told them
where she was going that night?

No, she said
she was gonna pack

and edit her podcast.

The husband seems to have
no idea about her nightlife.

At home, she teaches piano,
runs the PTA craft fair.

Okay, but she wouldn't
be the first spouse

to keep a part
of her life secret.

Doesn't mean
that she was asking for it.

She's into something more
than fiddles and accordions.

Well, let's find out
what or who,

and let's start with
whoever ransacked her room.

Well, the hotel manager
said Ariel

took out two keys
when she checked in.

It could be
she has a friend here.

You know what,
according to her phone records,

Ariel has multiple calls

to several different
phone numbers.

Track 'em down.

Family gets here
in six hours.

I wanna be able
to give 'em some answers.

If you could just take
a look at the photo.

So she called you
several times

over the last few days.

Can you tell us
what it was about?

Ariel, she was in town
for the festival.

I was editing her podcast.

Is she okay?

Well, she was the victim
of an assault.

Oh, no, poor girl.
What happened?

Well, we were hoping
that you could tell us.

So how do you know her?

I just met her
a week ago at a gig.

So your relationship
was professional?

Yeah, I have a girlfriend,

and I don't think
Ariel was in New York

to hook up
with a sound engineer.

When's the last time
you talked to her?

A couple days ago.

She was asking me
about the festival circuit,

and I told her
me and my old lady

were headed
to the Tomorrowland Festival

in Belgium this summer.

Ariel said she'd join us.

Do you know
where Ariel was Tuesday night?

No.

There were a couple dozen
performances in town--

African, Cuban, Brazilian.

She could've been
at any one of 'em.

Where were you, Phil?

Well,
I had a triple-header

in Brooklyn, the Bronx,
Queens--

back-to-back-to-back.

Okay.
And can you tell us

who else Ariel knew
in the city?

The gigs
she was going to,

she could've met anybody
from anywhere in the world.

I don't mean to--

she kind of seemed like
a groupie in search of a group.

[School bell rings]
Ariel Randolph?

Uh, yes, she called me,
several times.

One of our parents
gave her my number.

I handle admissions here.

She had a lot of questions.

What kind of questions?

Well, she wanted to know
if PS 27

would be a good fit
for her two boys.

Hmm, so she was thinking
about moving here?

Well, she was asking
about residency requirements,

in-school support for her son
with learning issues,

curriculum,
that kind of thing.

Why?

She's in a coma
at Bellevue Hospital.

Is she the one they found
up at Gracie Mansion?

I saw it on the news.

I-I never imagined
that could be her.

Yeah, how well
do you know her, Mr. Landry?

Uh, not very well.
We've met.

She seemed so sweet--

Someone do something
like that--

You know anyone else she
was in contact with in New York?

Uh, no, not at all.

She mentioned
working in music.

You know, did she say

why she was
considering moving?

Uh, no, not exactly.

But she was worried
about how her boys would adjust.

She didn't say a word
about her husband.

I figured it was best
not to ask.

That was Rollins.
We're now 0 for 5.

No one Ariel called
while she was in the city

knows where she went or who
she was with Tuesday night.

Great.

DNA's back
on Ariel Randolph.

Please tell me
you have a match.

No cold hits,
no case-to-case,

and none of the samples

match the teens
from the park.

There's still
multiple samples?

No semen, but saliva
and bite marks from one male.

DNA from saliva on her neck
from a second male.

And DNA under her fingernails
from a third male.

- Thanks, Melinda.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, so now we're looking
at three assailants.

Well, we don't know
that all three

were assailants, right?

The MDMA in her system,

the clothes we found
in her room--

She came to New York
to party...

[Cell phone chimes]

Fell in with a bad crowd.

Family is on its way
to the hospital.

That's gonna be
a tough conversation

to have with the husband.

I got it.

I'll be fine.

Mr. Randolph.

I'm Detective Benson.

That's Detective Amaro.

So very sorry.

You must be Wayne
and Grant.

We video chatted.

You're big boys in person.

Can we see Ariel?

Yeah, her room's
down the hall.

Yeah.
Uh, Mr. Randolph,

you should be prepared
that your wife, uh,

she was hurt badly.

I know.

We talked about it
on the plane.

I just wanna
see my mom, please.

Okay.

Take as long
as you need.

What happened, dad?

I don't know, son.

But the police
will find out, right?

We're doing
everything we can.

Did you hear that, mom?

Wayne, shh.
You'll wake her up.

She's not sleeping.

It's okay, Grant.

You can talk to her.

Mom, it's me, Grant.

Wayne's here too.
Can you hear us?

They're telling me Ariel has
an intracerebral hematoma,

and it's putting pressure
on her brain stem.

They've asked me to sign
a DNR.

I've done broadcasts
from stroke wards.

I know what that means.

Look, she's getting
the best care possible,

Mr. Randolph.

The other injuries
that the doctor referred to--

my wife was raped?

We think so, yes.

Have you thought
of anybody

she might have
been in contact with?

So you don't think
this was a stranger?

It was someone
she met here?

Did she talk to you
in any detail

about what she was
doing here?

No. I know she was
going out to concerts.

But when we talked,
it was mostly about our boys.

And when she left
for this trip,

you two were
on good terms?

Yes.

And... she's taken
other trips by herself?

Not really,
just to visit family.

This was her first "adventure,"
she called it.

And you were okay
with that?

Well, to be honest,
I wasn't thrilled,

but the boys
are older now.

And Ariel had to give up
a lot of her dreams

when we started a family,

so this was important to her,
for her career.

So will she be okay?

I hope so.

She's tough.

When we go skiing,

she always takes us
down the big hills.

Dad can't anymore.

Hey, Grant, you hungry?

You wanna come
pick out a snack?

So, Wayne,
what did your mom

tell you about
her New York trip?

She said we'd like it,

and that maybe
we could go someday.

Did she ever talk to you
about maybe

going to school here?

Yeah, she said wanted us
to see the world

more than she did
when she was young.

She wanted us to meet
other kis of people.

Did she mention
meeting anyone here?

No.

Is all this stuff true?

They're just trying
to sell newspapers.

You know who your mom is.

Come on.

Mr. Desapio?

Detective,
I came to see Ariel.

I've been reading about
what happened.

It's horrible.
How's she doing?

Pretty much the same.

Amanda, this is Ariel's
sound editor.

- These Ariel's boys?
- Yeah.

Sorry about your mom.

She's a really nice person.

- Yeah, she'll be okay.
- Okay, good.

Uh, what room is she in?
I wanted to leave--

Actually, right now
it's family only.

Oh, okay.

Can you get these to her
for me?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Let's go, guys.

These clothes,
she must've bought 'em here.

She doesn't dress like that
in Edmonton.

So you've never
seen these photos?

I'm not on Facebook.

Well, she posted
from different clubs

and concerts,
with musicians.

You were all right
with her going out alone?

- I have to trust her.
- Okay.

Because we also
accessed her email account,

and there were
a couple of exchanges

where you seemed upset,
asking where she was going,

who she was with.

And I suppose
I sounded like

a jealous old man.

No.
No, I get it.

Well, I am an older man
with a younger wife,

and I know that Ariel

wanted to have friends
her own age.

And I was afraid that

if I held on too tightly,
I might lose her.

I understand.

But if there's anyone
you can think of

who your wife
might have been meeting,

we need to know.

Okay.
[Deep breath]

Well, there was
one musician

that she really liked,

played guitar I think.

Oh, here. That--
that's him, right there.

I recognize him
from his CD.

- Do you have a name?
- No.

But this guy,
he came to Edmonton last year.

She went to his concert.

Did you go?

It's not for me.

[Knock at door]

Santiago Morales?

It is late.

Could be asleep,
could be working.

He's a musician.

He's not sleeping
and he's damn sure not working.

[Knocks]

Santiago?

Can I help you?

Yeah, NYPD.
Can we come in?

Now's not really
a good time.

You know Ariel Randolph?

I'm bad with names.

Here's a picture
of you two together.

So we can talk about this
at the station,

or you can just
go ahead and let us in.

If you're worrying
about the smell of weed,

we're past that.

Okay, so Ariel.

Talk.

Yeah, she interviewed me
for NPR or something.

I don't know.
She was from out of town.

Yeah, when's the last time
you saw her?

I'm not sure.
She came to one of my shows.

[Knock at door]

You expecting company?

- No, but here, let me--
- Allow me.

You ready?

Oh, I didn't realize
there were people here.

Oh, that's okay, honey.

Fin...

You remember
Mr. Landry from PS 27.

Small world.

It's not what you think.

I got that.

This is from FOD Lounge
two nights before the attack.

It was taken
on Ariel's iPad,

which we found
in Santiago's loft.

He claims
she loaned it to him.

The husband confirmed
the iPad is Ariel's.

Any chance he knew what
she was up to, got jealous?

Well, we didn't
show him these photos.

Captain,
he's not good for this.

He was in Canada
the whole time.

He's barely hanging on.

Uh-huh.
So, the other lady

with Ariel isn't a lady?

Charles Landry?

No, he works at PS 27.

Married,
apparently straight.

Just likes to party
in women's clothes.

So did Ariel know
that she was a he?

We're not sure,
but Charley's DNA

is a match
for the saliva found

on the back
of Ariel's neck.

All right,
so he was with her

the night
she was attacked.

Find out who else was.

Yeah, look.
Okay, I took Ariel's iPad.

I saw what happened to her
on the news.

I couldn't
let those photos get out,

for Charley's sake.

He's my cousin.

He's got a wife
and a daughter.

Cousins?

What is he,
your wing woman?

No.

Not that you'd get this,

but Charley's
straight as an axe.

He just likes fabric.

We've been doing this
since we were kids.

And Ariel was up for that?

Well, she didn't exactly
know about Charley.

If you tell 'em too soon,
they freak.

She just wanted
to have a good time.

She said her old man
was an old man.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Tuesday night.
I was playing a gig

at Club Kismet
in Astoria.

The night she disappeared.

Whoa.

We had nothing to do
with that.

She left before we did.

But you three
were having so much fun.

Why'd she leave?

She panicked
when she found out.

She's Canadian.
They've got their limits.

Is there any way to prove
she left without you?

- You could ask Gabriela.
- Who?

When Ariel left,
Gabriela subbed in for her.

Charley and I went back
to her place.

And you met another girl
who's into this?

Yeah, man,
it's New York.

And all of three of you
vouch for each other?

You could call it that,
yeah.

That's great.

If the school finds out
about this, I'm fired.

If my wife finds out--

So be honest,
help yourself.

You didn't meet Ariel
at the school.

No, we met
at the FOD Lounge.

She thought we were
kindred spirits--

wild girls
on the music scene.

She confided in me,

and she did ask me about
moving her boys here.

So how did you go
from talking curriculum

to getting your DNA
all over her body?

She was here
for a good time.

We hit it off,
we had a few drinks,

and we went dancing.

So who broke into
her hotel room,

stole her iPad?

Nobody broke in.

She gave me her extra key.

After he saw the news,
Santiago took the iPad.

He was trying
to protect me.

Okay, so was it you
or was it Santiago

that bashed her head in
and raped her?

What?

I swear.

Okay, maybe we
pushed her too far

outside of her comfort zone

without preparing her.

I-I apologized--

Apologized?
For what?

When she realized
I wasn't who I said I was,

I-I think
she felt betrayed.

She just ran out.

And you didn't follow her?

You just let her go?

I can't run in heels.

Okay, what time was that?

So, Santiago and Charley
are telling the truth?

So far. I mean,
here's Ariel

leaving Club Kismet
on her own.

We got surveillance
from the street.

That's her,
just after midnight.

I mean, easy prey.
She doesn't know where she is.

But we do.

She's in Astoria
at midnight.

Call Harbor And Aviation
back,

see if they can figure out

how she washes ashore
at Gracie Mansion.

We don't need
to use them, Captain.

That's why I brought
my rope guy, Colin Bennett.

So your rope guy
is tide guy?

Ropes, tides,
paints, solvents.

CSU calls me
their Renaissance man.

Okay, Michelangelo.

If she goes in the water
in Astoria,

what, she just floats
across the river

to Gracie Mansion?

You don't know
your tides at all,

- do you, Captain?
- Apparently not.

You see, this area here,

it's called "Hell Gate"
for a reason.

It's a narrow strait
where the tides

of the Long Island Sound,
the Harlem River,

- and the Upper Bay all converge.
- Okay, go on.

- Well, if a boat
goes into the water here--

say, this park
by Hell Gate--

And people tie up rowboats
in that park.

We've been checking
to see if any

have been reported missing.

If she did
go in the water there

before 3:00 AM,
then the boat would've

travelled south,
past Roosevelt Island.

Whoa, whoa.
South?

Why didn't she
end up in Brooklyn?

I'm getting to that.

At 4:30 AM
that morning,

the tide shifted,
running north.

She could've easily reached

the east side of Manhattan
by 7:00 AM.

Okay, so say
that was the route.

Who dumped her
in the rowboat?

That, I'm afraid,
is a mystery

beyond the pull
of the tides.

Not beyond the pull
of street cams.

I just sent you the link.

She was picked up a few blocks
from the club.

Yeah, there she is.

And we've seen
that truck before.

Go.

Did you forget
to tell us something?

I can explain.

Why you lied to us?

You said the last time
you talked to Ariel

was on the weekend.

I thought
it would look bad,

but I was just
giving Ariel a ride.

The night she ends up
assaulted,

yeah, it's looks pretty bad.

If you were just
giving her a ride,

why not tell us that?

My girlfriend,
she gets jealous.

Why'd you go
to the hospital, Phil?

Finish the job?

No. No!
I was worried.

Worried that she'd wake up

and tell us
you attacked her?

Nothing like that.
I didn't hurt her!

Yeah?
Did she hurt you?

Are we gonna find
any of your DNA

under her fingernails?

What?

What you got there?
What's that?

Ariel scratch ya?

It was a misunderstanding.

I was just
trying to help her.

How did you know
that she needed help?

Did you follow her
out of that club?

She looked upset, okay?

I offered her a ride,
she got into the truck.

- You saw.
- Then what?

You try to take her home?

No, I took her
out to eat.

She said she was confused
and hungry.

[Stammering]
A diner on Ditmars.

Ditmars?

Right by Hell Gate,
where the rowboats are.

No, we didn't
go into that park.

We just had a sandwich.

Yeah, then why
did she scratch you?

[Sighs]

Look, all I did
was try to kiss her.

And then she turned you down
and you got angry

and you try and rape her.

She wanted to go
to the river at 2:00 AM.

I tried to get her back.

She pushed me away,
scratched me,

and then headed
into the park.

And then you follow her,
you try and pull her

back into the truck,
right?

She has bite marks
on her breasts.

Are we gonna find out
those are a match to you too?

No, I swear,
I just tried

to stop her from going
into the park.

No matter what I say,
I'm screwed.

I'm invoking my rights.

You do that,
we can't help you anymore.

Yeah, well, you can't
help me either way.

I want a lawyer.

Is he good for it?

Well, he lied to us.

Look, he followed her
out of the club.

He picked her up in his truck,
she scratched him.

It doesn't look good.

He just asked for a lawyer.

Well, the timeline checks,

but we got nothing
to tie him to the assault.

We'll get
his dental molds,

see if it matches
her bite marks.

It may not.

Look, I know he had Ariel
in his truck.

But then he carries her
through the park,

dumps her in a rowboat?

Someone should've seen him.

Points taken.
All right.

See if any witnesses
can put them

in the diner or the park.

And go back to the husband.

See if Ariel said anything
to him about Phil.

Phil Desapio--
does that name

mean anything to you?

Ariel's mentioned him.

Did she say
anything specific?

Just that he was
a good engineer.

D-do you think
he's the one?

We're still
piecing it together.

[Sighs]

I can't imagine
how difficult this is

for you and your boys.

I'm just trying
to shield the boys

from what the tabloids
are gonna say

about their mother.

I understand.

Wayne told me
about the conversation

that you had with him--

about Ariel putting the boys
in school here.

And that was news to you?

Yes.

But I shouldn't be surprised.

In my heart,
I always felt

that Ariel might not
be in it for the long run.

Well, you can't be sure
about that.

I know who I am,
and I know who she is.

But the children
need their mother,

and I made a deal
last night.

I told God
if he lets her wake up,

then I'll let her go
without a fight.

Uh, Mr. Randolph--

I-I'd just like to be
with my wife and boys now,

if it's okay.

Thank you.

How are her little boys doing?

Oh, they're brave.

Tabloids are still dragging
Ariel through the mud.

I mean, you see the way
the boys are with her,

you know that's not
the story.

What happens to them if...

Thank God they've got
a good dad.

Got that security footage.
Cap's waiting.

And that was 25 minutes
after she left the club.

They sat at that table
for over an hour,

just having a meal
and talking.

She had no idea
what was gonna happen to her.

Any video of them
leaving together?

Yeah, there's
surveillance cam

from across the street.

That's the back
of Phil's truck.

And that's where he claims
they parted ways.

He tries to kiss her,
she goes into the park.

2:00 AM,
into the park on her own.

Look, it's possible.
She's from Edmonton,

could've misread
the neighborhood.

We need an eyewitness
putting Ariel

in Phil's truck
after they left the diner.

So we've started up
a grid search in the park.

Everybody go up there.

See if anybody saw Ariel,
the truck, Phil,

anything to tie him to
the water's edge, the rowboat.

And let's try to find
this guy.

He must've seen something.

[Police radio chatter]

[Siren bloops]

So?

So detectives, you looking
for a good time or what?

Actually, no.

We were wondering
if you've seen this guy.

Uh, this guy.
Yeah, sure.

- When?
- You tell me.

You want me to say
I saw him, sure,

you gotta pay me first.

Yo, yo, man.

Come on out.

How long you been here?

This is my "aparkament."

- Don't you knock?
- All right, hey.

Is this guy
one of your neighbors here?

I'm supposed to tell
from that?

How about this guy.
You ever seen him?

Let me think.

Hey. Where'd you
get this scarf?

Yo, slick,

they wanna know where
you got that gypsy rag.

Hey... hey, Amaro!

Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's the hurry?

I-I didn't do nothing.

Why don't you turn around?

Where'd you
get the scarf, huh?

I didn't do nothing.

[Handcuffs clicking]

He says he lives
in the park

because he has
nowhere else to go.

He's right.

He's a level three
sex offender.

So Phil's story
checks out.

We got our man.

The blood on his clothes
matches Ariel Randolph's.

His dentals and DNA match
the bite marks on her breasts.

Found her phone,
her purse, and an oar

with Ariel's blood on it
in his tent.

So after he robs
and assaults her,

he puts her in the rowboat
so she won't be found

anywhere near
where he lives?

They found glue
and bath salts in his tent,

so if you're looking
for the "why,"

it's not gonna be there.

Okay.

Let's let the family know.

It was a homeless man?

Your wife gave him
half a sandwich

outside a diner.

He followed her
into the park,

maybe thought
he can get more from her.

So it had nothing to do

with these news stories
about Ariel?

Nothing.

Your wife was kind
to the wrong stranger.

[Chuckles]

She always told the boys
we were blessed,

that we should
look after those

who don't have as much
as we do.

Dad, dad!

[Sighs]

We're very sorry
about your loss, Mr. Randolph.

I think she held on
until you caught the right man.

At least we were all
with her.

The boys are taking it hard.

Well, we found her phone
in the park.

She left you a message.

It's something that
you and the boys should see.

Hi, Nat.
It's too late to video chat,

so I'll send this
in the morning.

I just wanted
to get it down

while it's still fresh
in my mind.

I know
it's been hard lately,

but I wanna thank you
for trusting me enough

to let me make this trip
on my own.

I don't know
what happens with us,

but I do know
you are a good man...

And a good father...

And I'll always love you.

This next part
is for Wayne and Grant.

Guys, I am flying home
tomorrow night.

I had a great time,

but I can't wait
to see you.

I realized being your mom

is the greatest adventure
I wanna have.

I miss you so much.

I love you.

I can't wait
to see you again.

Listen to your dad,
okay?

Good night
and sleep tight.

I'll see you in my dreams.

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