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FLACK:
Mac, this is Mrs. Carter.

You're aware of the consequences
of what you're about to do?

Yes.

I imagine

that this is every
detective's dream.

Every detective's dream

is have people stop
killing each other.

Start at the beginning,
Mrs. Carter. Take your time.

I made Kevin
his favorite dinner.

I lit the candles,
I poured the wine.

Everything was perfect.

(soft hissing)

He'd been traveling a lot
lately,

and it felt like weeks

since he'd been home.

I wanted this night
to be special...

to rekindle our relationship.

And there it was.

I actually thought
that it was for me.

Do you know how stupid
that made me feel?

Stupid enough to commit murder.

He was warned.

I told him that
if ever caught him cheating,

that I would kill him.

And I will never forget
the look on his face.

(yells)

And then I got on top of him

and I started stabbing.

17 times.

It was that many?

(shrieking, grunting)

I only stopped
because I got tired.

I took a cab to the Ritz

because that's where he proposed
to me eight years ago.

I had a couple
of glasses of wine...

and I got a room.

And that was my evening.

And this morning
I had breakfast,

then I walked over
to the precinct

and I turned myself in.

(phone ringing)

Taylor.

DNA results came back.
She's lying.

Got it.

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* Out here in the fields

* I fight for my meals

* I get my back into my living

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What the hell is wrong
with you people?

There was no one else
in that apartment.

You're lying, Deborah.

We found a partial DNA profile
of another woman

on the handle
of the knife used

to kill your husband.

DEBORAH:
It could have been touched

by any number
of people

before that night.

I entertain a lot.

That same woman's DNA was
swabbed from the bite impression

on a roll we took off
your dinner table.

Maybe you can explain
to us

how another woman's DNA
wound up on a piece of bread

that came out of your oven.

Maybe your staff was hungry.

I'm sorry.
This is priceless.

You have a confession,
a motive,

a murder weapon that probably
has my fingerprints

all over it
and you're still not satisfied.

Look, I'm give you one more
chance to help yourself.

Someone else was in that room
with you.

Who are you protecting?

I told you everything
that I know.

I want her name.

There is no "her."

Okay, you want a name...

Amanda...

Bannister.

Park Avenue.

My attorney.

Maybe a few hours in a 6x8 cell
will improve your memory.

Get her out of here.

(door closes)

If you could go back
to that moment,

just you and him
in that apartment,

would you do it again?

Would you stick the knife
in his chest?

(low, distant knife thrusts,
Kevin yells)

All 17 times.

Regret's a waste of time,
Detective.

Right.

You can't change the past.

Stand up.

Turn around.

No matter how okay

you think you are,

when you close your eyes
at night,

it's gonna haunt you.

Let's go.

* ...in the glistening rain

* We're going down
for the second time *

* Asphalt is faded gray

* All my jealous washed away

* Yeah, yeah

* Whoo-hoo.

Well, the stomach
contents confirm

that Mr. Carter did indeed
ingest the dinner roll

just as his wife,
Deborah, claimed.

We were lucky.

Starches are broken down quickly

by the gastric acids,

but this survived quite well
in a full stomach.

See? Barely digested.

Looks like steak,

asparagus, salad and corn.

I've always been fascinated
at the way corn is able

to withstand the acids
of the stomach

and travel through
the whole digestive...

Sid, please?

Of course.

If Kevin Carter swallowed
half that dinner roll,

then how can the DNA profile

we recovered
from the other half

be that of an unknown female?

(siren wails)

(grunting)

Bear down.

You got it.

You can do it.

What are you doing?
Don't stop.

I can't.

Me, I'm done.

I can't do it.
I can't take another step.

I'm not gonna
let you quit.

Look, you don't have a choice,
all right? I'm done.

Jerry, bring his chair.

Same time tomorrow.

HAWKES:
Hey, That's okay, Jerry.
I'll take it from here.

Sure.

Doc, what are you
doing here?

Where's Lindsay?

She's working.

I volunteered to
come by and get you.

Thanks.

So what was that?

What?

Danny, you gotta try
way harder

if you're gonna get up
out of this chair.

Doc, you know what?

I got a policy, buddy.

I don't take advice
unless I ask for it.

I got a policy, too.

I'm always up front
with my friends.

And with an injury like yours,
you should have been up

out of that chair
weeks ago.

You're not pushing yourself.
Are you kidding me?!

I'd like to give you five
minutes of the pain I feel
every time I take a step.

Danny, I treated hundreds
of trauma patients

that would trade places
with you in a minute.

Look...

you came here
to take me to work, right?

Let's go.

There's a fireman that came
in to Emergency one day,

big strong guy, huh?

Just hit a walk-off home run
at the department softball game.

Rounded the bases,

crossed home plate
his whole team piled

on top of him
in celebration,

broke his back.

I never met anybody with a heart
like this guy.

It took a lot of sweat
and pain and perseverance,

but eventually, yeah,
he walked again.

Is that the end of that story?

He said, "Pain is the payment
for each precious thing."

Try harder, Danny.

Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

(siren wailing)

(whistling)

Oh, hey, babe.
Hey.

Hey, how was therapy?

Therapy was, uh, good.
What are we working on?

Kevin Carter's clothing.

We're looking for any trace
of another woman.

Man.

How does eight years
of marriage end like that?

Love.

(wry laugh)
Wealthy guy,

comfortable lifestyle.
If she wasn't crazy about him

and she married the money, she'd
put that ring back in the box,

hang the jacket up, sit
down with her husband

for a nice porterhouse
and a glass of Merlot.

Of course.
It's so obvious.

She stabbed him in the chest
17 times

with a carving knife
because she loved him.

*

(yawns)

How do you do it?

Crime scene cleanup by night,
lab tech by day...

It's student loans.
It's the great motivator.

These are the Carter
crime scene photos.

I was searching for anything

that would lead me
to that second female suspect

who was in that room
when Kevin Carter was murdered.

And you realized
there was nothing recovered

or analyzed from the scene

that hinted
to her identity.

Yes, so I switched focus.

I have cleaned up
a countless number

of crime scenes,

and I always try to
imagine what happened,

piece the story
together in my head

based on what
was left behind.

And food is a major
theme in murder.

There's a good half pound
of asparagus there.

A normal portion
for two people.

Same for the corn.
The salad?

Still in the bowl.

Looks like it hasn't
been touched.

If you'll notice the way

the dressing sits in
the curvature of the lettuce...

Suggesting it was never

tossed or lifted,
as if it were never served.

Steak, asparagus,
salad and corn.

I mean, the pieces of
beef are still whole.

I'm pretty certain
not one bite is missing,

which makes sense because...

the dinner plates
are still clean.

And the silverware.

So, if nothing
was consumed,

how is it that the stomach
contents is consistent

with Kevin Carter
having eaten a full meal?

MONROE:
Hey, Doc. Anything from
DNA on the dinner roll?

I made the mistake of asking
for local and national searches

in CODIS together.

As you know, the comparisons
in the national system

are done monthly.
Ask for it before then,

14 people, 50 questions later,

it gets approved,
if you're lucky.

So, you were lucky?

Well, according
to the young lady

on the other end
of the phone in Albany,

I'm persistent and charming.

Oh. And modest.

(chuckles)

Let's see what we got.

(keys clicking,
electronic whirring)

Yes.

(beeping for each photo)

(beeping continues)

Based on Haylen's
discovery,

Kevin Carter had already eaten
the same exact meal

that Deborah
had waiting for him

before he ever walked
through apartment.

Sid's autopsy report said

the food in Kevin Carter's
stomach was ingested

ten to 15 minutes
before he died.

The garage
where he parks his car

is a half a block
from the building.

It had to take at least
15 minutes to park the car,

walk home, take the elevator up
to his apartment.

The ring and the note.

He was having an affair.

It wasn't just
a one-night stand.

It makes sense that she would
know what his favorite meal is.

So, dinner with his mistress
out in public is too risky.

Instead, she cooks

and, conveniently,
lives nearby.

And if that's true,

then the female profile

we recovered
from the dinner roll

could have been transferred
from Kevin's lips

moments after
a kiss good-bye.

Only one problem.

It doesn't explain how
the same DNA profile ends up

on the handle of the knife.

HAWKES:
Hey, guys.

Our case
just got complicated.

As if it wasn't already?

The unknown female DNA
is a match

to 21 case-to-case hits
in Connecticut,

Jersey, Upstate New York,
Long Island.

Murder, burglary,

robbery.

***

We now have case-to-case hits
linking DNA

from the Carter case
to 21 major felonies

across three states
and seven different
jurisdictions.

11 homicides,
eight burglaries,

two robberies.

And there's plenty of forensic
evidence in all these cases,

including several
different DNA profiles.

But the only profile
in common in all the cases

belongs to our mystery woman.

Three of the murders
occurred in New York City.

One in the Bronx three days ago.

Drug-related home invasion.

Vic shot
with a .9-millimeter automatic.

Our mystery woman's DNA

on spent shell casings
at the scene.

(shell casing clatters on floor)

Early morning stabbing
in Queens

at a club.

DNA on the rim of a glass

believed to be used
by the perp.

And the Carter homicide,

which doesn't seem to have
anything else in common

with the other two.

No ballistic matches,

commonality from
weapons, fingerprints.

I mean, right now,
aside from the DNA,

there are no other
forensic connections

to any of the 21 cases.

Files are still coming in
from the other departments.

We're looking
for dots to connect.

Any progress identifying
Kevin Carter's mistress?

The ring she bought
him was a peridot

on a plain gold band.

I mean, it's cheap.
It's simple.

Can be purchased
at a million places in the city.

Also, it's pollen.

More specifically,
pollen from pansies.

I found this on his clothing.

TAYLOR:
No flowers
in the vic's apartment.

MESSER:
Clearly, it was transferred
to Kevin's jacket.

So what I'm thinking is the
woman he bought flowers for,

who also bought him the ring,
was the same woman

he had dinner with
right before he was killed.

Hmm.

Pansies and peridot
are traditional gifts

for a first wedding anniversary.

MONROE:
One more thing.

Carpet fibers. Now,
these were all over

the vic's shoes and socks.

Microscopic analysis

showed a high degree
of morphological integrity.

They were also coated
with high concentrations

of a fluorochemical urethane,
which is a protectant.

Now, all this is consistent
with new carpet.

And we identified
a manufacturer,

and the same brand was recently
installed on two floors

of the building
next to Carter's.

BONASERA:
We need to canvass
the apartment complex,

see what we can find out.

This Carter homicide just turned
into Son of Sam times five.

The mayor wants answers,
commissioner's under fire.

The press is all over us.

I need to know where we are
with the investigation.

How the hell did
the media get this?

I have no idea, and at this
moment, don't really care.

I've got a press conference
in 30 minutes and my guess is

I'm going to face
some very aggressive questions

about this
mystery female killer.

Where are we, Mac?

There's no other
forensic connection.

No print match
to any of the scenes.

The MOs are different.

She's all over the place,
geography-wise.

And we have a murder
suspect in custody

who confesses to murder,

but denies the existence
of this mystery woman.

Well, DNA is a pretty
compelling connection.

What else do you need?

More than what we've got
before I suggest

there's a serial killer
roaming the city.

But what about the press?

I have to tell
them something.

Come on, Chief.

I've seen you do that

"No comment. I'm not at liberty
to discuss this," dance before.

(sighs)

Another body turns up,

they will have
a field day.

They'll scream
"cover up,"

say that we should
have warned people.

I just need some time.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

No promises, Mac.

(siren wails)

Hey. Sorry to bother you.

I'm Detective Bonasera.

You know this man?

FLACK:
Hey. Sorry to bother you.

You know this man?

Hey. Sorry to bother you.

You know this man?

I swear, if I see one more
hairy guy in a wife-beater

and boxers,
I'm going to lose my mind.

Sorry to bother you.

I'm Detective Bonasera,

and this
is Detective Flack.

You know this man?

Of course I know him.

He's my husband.

(phone ringing)

I can't believe
this is happening.

That he's married
to another woman.

That he's dead.

No one would blame you
for being angry.

Kevin owned
an import/export business.

He traveled a lot.

At least that's
what he told me.

I passed the bar
right after we got engaged,

landed a job
at a big firm.

16 hour days.

Neither one of us was home much.

Did you give Kevin
this ring, Zoya?

Last night was
our first wedding anniversary.

I made him
his favorite dinner.

Steak, asparagus,
corn and salad?

Yes. How did you know?

Did you leave the
apartment that night,

after Kevin left?

No.

No. I-I cleaned up
the dishes

and worked on some briefs
until around midnight.

God, I feel so stupid.

He said he was catching
a red-eye to San Francisco

to meet with a client
in the morning.

I had a ton of work to do,
so I didn't complain too much.

Is that her?

Is that the wife?

Mm-hmm.

The one that killed him?

You never seen her before?

No, never.

Ever been to her apartment?

Absolutely not.

Mrs. Carter,

we'd like to take a DNA
elimination sample.

From me?
I-I don't understand.

You said she confessed.

Someone else
was in the apartment

when Kevin was killed.

If it wasn't you,

the sample will prove it.

You think she knew
about Deborah?

I don't.

This guy covered
his tracks really well.

Both of Kevin's parents
are deceased.

His brother was killed
in a car accident

back in Seattle ten years ago.

He used the same name,
but his brother's social

to create a second identity.

Married to two women
in the same apartment complex.

It's hard to believe they never
bumped into each other.

And if she
is lying,

she's the second best one
we've had in here

in the last 24 hours.

Zoya has a
motive to lie,

***

Wow, this really
puts an image

on the number of cases
we're dealing with.

Not quite.

There are still boxes
trickling in.

Here-- incident reports

from all 21 cases.

HAWKES:
Good. These will be helpful

in creating a profile
of our donor.

Hopefully we can find something
that links them other than DNA.

It's just going
to take time.

We will, one box at a time.

One file at a time.

(grunting)

I got here a bit early.

Danny, about yesterday.

If... if I came across rude...

No, don't-don't apologize.

You're just doing your job,
all right?

Look, I'm done whining.

I came here so you can help me
get out of this wheelchair

and I'm going to do whatever
it takes to make that happen.

I've got a few precious things
I need to pay for.

You got it.

You're doing great.

Hey, got your message.
What's up?

Zoya Carter's DNA

is no match in CODIS.

She is not our killer.

Looks like we're starting
all over again.

Well, not exactly,

because I think I might have
something really good.
Okay.

I found another
forensic connection

in at least three of
our linked cases.

Now this World Send package
was recovered from

a drug-related home invasion
murder in the Bronx.

Now I also found
cocaine residue

on the inside of the package.

Now these were recovered

from a Westchester
County home invasion

the next day, and a Greenwich,
Connecticut crime scene

a day later.

Now cocaine residue
on all three of these packages

have the exact same
chemical fingerprint.

BONASERA:
Three different counties,

three separate police labs
and no one connected the dots

until Hawkes initiated
a wider CODIS search.

Right, and it gets better.

All these crime scenes
are only 12 miles apart,

and these packages
were all delivered

by the same World Send employee.

By analyzing times,
locations and MOs,

we've created
a three-dimensional

geographic profile
for our mystery woman.

The highest peak represents

her most probable place
of residence.

We checking for parolees,

outstanding warrants
in the area?
Yes, sir.

Does your profile include
the probabilities

of where she
might strike next?

Nothing I'd hang my hat on, Mac.

The odd intervals and variety
of her crimes

make it extremely
difficult to predict.

But we do know
what she may look like.
Using genetic data

extracted from her DNA samples,
witness accounts

as well as other forensic
evidence, I've created

a basic physiological profile
of our killer.

We believe she's
of European descent, female,

20 to 30 years of age,

five-seven to five-ten,
medium build.

She has dark hair, dark eyes.

She's well-groomed,
socially active,

extremely athletic.

But I can't explain
the bizarre pattern

or the diversity

of the victims.

In several cases it appears
that our suspect

was working with one
or more accomplices.

But one thing is certain--

her crime spree is increasing
in violence and frequency.

Isn't it unusual for a woman to
commit so many violent crimes?

It is.

That makes our suspect list
very small.

Your profile narrows
it even further.

Well, this might narrow it
down to one.

Okay,

we've got three drug-related
home invasion homicide vics

all linked
by our mystery woman's DNA.

Now each vic
has a long rap sheet

for narcotics trafficking
and possession.

All are linked forensically
by Lindsay

through cocaine residue found
On World Send packaging

recovered from the scenes.

All three packages
were delivered by this woman--

Marcia Vasquez.

Locked up in 2001 at age 17

for possession of drugs
and weapons.

She was sentenced
to five years probation.

No DNA profile in CODIS.

No recent arrest activity.

She's now 25 years old,
lives in the North Bronx

and she's been a World Send
employee for six months.

Each package was delivered
the day before the murder.

(tires squealing)

(horns honking)

(people shouting)
MAN:
Hey, what are you doing?!

Got her! Got her! Got her!

Move!

Hey!

FLACK:
Don't move!

Drop it now! You don't
want to do this!
Put the knife down!

Shoot me! Shoot me
or I'll kill you!

FLACK:
Don't move!
Drop it now!

Put it down!
VASQUEZ:
Stay back!

Drop it!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!

Do it now!

Drop it! Do it now!

Shoot me
or I'll kill you!

Why didn't you just pull
the damn trigger?

FLACK:
The truth is coming out,
Marcia.

In this room or in court,
it's coming out.

Now you didn't
act alone,

so who are you working with?

I already told you,

you're wasting your time.

I'm not saying nothing,
I'm not writing nothing,

I'm not giving you nothing!

Nothing!

Well, we've got your DNA.

Yeah, I know

you refused to give it,

so we collected a sample
from your fingerprint card.

It connects you to more
than a dozen homicides.

A dozen homicides?
Yeah, and it puts you

in the apartment with the
Carters the night of the murder.

I don't know nobody
named Carter.

The only thing
I know is

you're a damn coward.

BONASERA:
Stop this.
Who are you protecting?

Who else is involved?
What the hell
happened out there?

VASQUEZ:
I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

BONASERA: I'm talking about
helping yourself.
Nobody got hurt.

You think the others appreciate
you being a stand-up?

That's not the answer
I was looking for.

They don't know
what's going on in this room.

For all they know you're sitting
here spilling your guts...
He froze, Mac.

He couldn't pull the trigger.

She could have easily
killed him.

VASQUEZ:
Take me wherever you take me.
I ain't got nothing else to say.

Don.

Everything okay with you?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm not convinced.

Why do you need to be?
Did I do something wrong?

It's what you didn't do.

It could have got you killed.

Am I being second-guessed
for not killing someone?

I thought that was
a good thing.

It is, if it was a choice.

People are concerned
about you, Don.

Tell people
I said thanks,

but I can take care of myself.

I wish that was true.

If it wasn't
for Lindsay

saving your ass today, we might
be having this conversation

in an emergency room,
or maybe not at all.

Unless you want
to make that official,

I got nothing else to say.

Hey, newbie,
what you working on?

Lindsay asked me to
cross-reference

Marcia's pick up
and delivery locations

for the last month with
all of our case-to-case hits.

Ah, the tedious
side of lab work.

Dr. Hawkes.
Yeah?

Take a look at this.

HAWKES:
It's impossible.

She couldn't have been in two
places at the same time.

BONASERA:
Do you remember
these guys, Marcia?

You delivered them drugs,
waited a couple of days

till they sold their supply
and then went back

and murdered them

for the money.

Robbing and killing drug
dealers is one thing.

But what about these people?

Can you explain
this to me?

How do you know the Carters?

I already told you.
I don't know the Carters.

Come on, Marcia. It's over.

Who are you working with?

Are these contract killings?

Is that why
they're all over the place?

Something's bothering you.

Her mannerisms.

Her demeanor.

The photos

of the three dead drug dealers

made her uncomfortable.

She turned them over,
pushed them away.

The photos of Carter
and the other victims

didn't affect her at all.

(door opens)

Mac.

It isn't her, is it?

No. Not unless
she has the ability

to be two places
at one time.

Haylen compared
Marcia's movements,

using the World Send
tracking system

to the CODIS hits.

She couldn't have possibly been
at several of the crime scenes.

Somewhere along the way,
we got it wrong.

We messed up.

The swab I took
from Marcia's print card

definitely matched the profile

for all
of the case-to-case hits.

I ran it myself.

How is it possible?

She clearly wasn't at
some of these crime scenes.

It can't be
a contamination issue.

I mean, we're dealing with
seven different crime labs.

Okay, we're probably missing
something so fundamental.

Until we figure out
what that is,

I need all of you to go through
every aspect of these cases.

Something is there
that connects them

to this Phantom DNA.

BONASERA:
Okay. Here we go again.

BONASERA:
We collected a sample
from your fingerprint card.

It connects you to more
than a dozen homicides.

Stella.

Chief Sinclair is giving a press
conference announcing the arrest

of the Phantom Killer in
time for the 6:00 news.

I need you to stop him
from doing that.

Not a problem. Wait a minute.

Where are you going?
Brooklyn.

(indistinct chattering)

Thank God we stopped her.

No telling how many potential
victims there would have been.

Uh, Excuse me, sir.

I need to speak
with you privately.

Excuse us.

Chief, you can't move forward
with this press conference.

Detective, this
department and city

need a bit of good news.

We have the person responsible
for countless crimes in custody.

Well, this arrest
isn't what it appears to be.

Marcia Vasquez
is not the Phantom Killer.

She is responsible
for three of the murders,

but not the rest.

I was told the DNA is a
match in all the cases.

Chief, you have never
questioned my judgment before.

That's right.
Don't do it now.

Please trust me.

(machines whirring,
bell ringing)

(indistinct conversations)

(bell ringing)

Can I help you?

I'm hoping you can.

Do you touch all of the cotton
that comes out of these boxes?

Most of it, I guess.

Do you ever wear gloves?

We're supposed to, but they
make my hands all sweaty.

Am I in trouble?

I hope you're not
an inspector or something.

No.

I'm just a detective
with the New York Crime Lab.

(siren wails)

Approximately one month ago,
White Tip Cotton

won a city contract
to provide evidence swabs

for the NYPD Crime Lab

and several other departments.

Earlier today, a DNA sample
was taken from a female employee

of the company, confirming what
our investigators suspected.

(reporters clamoring)

The cotton swabs provided
to our department

were inadvertently contaminated

by this female employee

during the packing process.

And although
these swabs were sterilized

at the end of that process,

sterilization is only effective

in eliminating bacteria,
not human DNA.

There is no phantom murderer

running loose
in the streets of the city.

(clamoring)

Our investigators,
led by Detectives Mac Taylor

and Stella Bonasera,

lead to the arrest
of two homicide suspects,

one of whom will be charged

with the murder
of three individuals.

(reporters clamoring)

REPORTER:
Mr. Sinclair, what about
the Compass Killer?

SINCLAIR:
Press conference over.

(liquid sloshing)

(groans)

(elevator bell dings)

I'm sorry.
This is a crime scene cleanup.

You're not allowed to be here.

He was my husband.

He cheated on me
with another woman.

I'm sorry. Um...

I thought I had
the perfect man,

perfect life.

They look
like a happy couple, huh?

I don't know what I'll do.

How I'll move on from this.

He was my life.

I'm glad she killed him.

So I didn't have to.

Drop it!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!

Do it now!

(baby jabbering)

(turns sound off)

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