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In this city of night...

in this city of millions...

there are countless stories.

This is one of two loverswho shared a bond

that changed their livesforever.

It is my story.

Her compassion opened my heart

to a world wheregoodness and truth

were strongerthan hate or fear.

Then, one day,she was taken from me

by the forces of evilshe had battled so bravely.

And now, alone with her memory,yet armed with her courage,

I have sworn to fight those whowould kill or harm or destroy,

in the hope that one day

I will find what all menseek to find--

my destiny.

While I live, you live...

with me...

in me...

Always.

Always.

Ah, thank you, Nick.

Vincent.

I... found Catherine last night.

I... stayed with her, but...

the dawn...

ID, please.

Thank you.

Can you bag her hands?

I don't want to lose anything on the way in.

Steve, I want you... Yeah, one second, once second.

Vincent...

Vincent, where are you?

Bruises on her wrists,

and at least one needle mark, left forearm.

What kind of a needle mark?

Autopsy's scheduled for tomorrow.

We won't know till then.

Who's doing it?

Dr. Marks.

What else?

One set of prints

and evidence of forced entry from the balcony,

but no prints on any other doors.

What does that mean?

Means we haven't found anything on the other doors yet.

That's it?

Until we hear from forensics.

What about the prints on the balcony?

They're still checking.

Nick, as soon as you hear something,

I want to know about it.

So you can do what?

Joe...

you got to realize this is not your normal homicide.

Look, just do your best.

I always do my best.

I also know my limitations.

All I'm saying is I think

you might want to check out some other alternatives.

Like what?

You ever heard of a unit called the two-ten?

Yeah, special crimes, right?

There's a woman on it, uh, Diana Bennett?

Remember the Beserra case last month?

Yeah, sure, I remember.

Bennett was the one who dug out Tony Hernandez.

I thought that was the Bureau.

Bennett.

See, I got to catch whatever they throw on my plate,

but she gets to pick and choose.

She's got this special arrangement.

Why, because she's two-ten?

'Cause she's good.

Well, how come I never heard of her?

She doesn't like her name in the papers.

Why not, Nick?

I don't know, why don't you ask her?

I gotta go.

Hey, take care of yourself, Joe, okay?

And do what I told you.

Thanks, Nick.

Hello.

Hi, it's Joe Maxwell. We talked this morning.

Hello?

I told you I can't do it.

Look, I have no place else to go.

Please.

Hello?

Hello?

Fifth floor.

Where did you get my address?

From your watch commander.

Did you call in a favor?

Yeah, a big one.

You realize this is completely unfair of you.

All I'm asking you to do is take a look at something.

You're asking me

to set aside one case for another,

and I can't do that.

Not even for one day?

Let me show you something.

This is where I've been for the last four months.

And this is Sally Rogers,

ten years old.

Grabbed waiting for her mom outside of school.

Every third Sunday the guy sends her parents something.

Either a lock of hair or a piece of clothing.

A shoe...

Yesterday a package arrived with a small finger inside.

And the lab says she's still alive.

What can I do for you, Joe Maxwell?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you.

Sometimes I push too hard.

No, I was wrong to come here.

I'm sorry.

So, this woman...

was she important to you?

We worked together.

But it was more than that.

Romantic?

Friends.

And when she disappeared,

you asked to head the investigation?

Don't tell me, let me guess.

The trail went cold fast.

And you blamed yourself.

And then you worked harder and harder

until all your other work suffered.

I was suspended.

And then you began to dream about her

and your mind took these illogical leaps

and you followed absurd leads and intuitions,

and pretty soon you couldn't think of anything else.

That's why I only work on one case at a time.

They're all like that for you?

Yep.

Let me ask you something.

What do you make of this?

A woman is violently kidnapped.

Six months later she turns up dead in her own bed.

Only she wasn't killed there.

She was murdered someplace else and then brought there later.

Up 17 flights, with no witnesses.

I don't know.

Nobody does.

And in three weeks, nobody's going to care.

And that's why I came here.

I hope you find that girl.

Vincent.

Would you like some hot tea?

No, thank you, Mary.

Is there anything...

anything I can do?

We all... all of us are with you.

We share this with you, Vincent.

The children.

Father spoke to them.

They're very frightened.

They're very worried about you.

They want to see you.

I can't, Mary, I can't.

Well, what about the prints on the balcony door?

Well, those were interesting.

No one seems to know what they are.

What does that mean? Gloves?

No.

Well, we don't know.

We're not sure what they are yet.

I got to go.

Call me back. I want to know.

Frank, look, I...

We're even now, okay? Good luck.

Hi.

Hi, Jenny. Come on in.

I'm sorry I didn't call first.

It's okay.

Come here.

It's okay.

Come on, sit down. Sit down.

I thought I would be able to handle this.

I came because I wasn't sure who to call

for the arrangements.

Well, I thought somebody from her...

Oh.

I forgot all about her family.

Yeah, I think it's you and me.

Yeah.

Did she suffer?

I don't know.

"And as the morning mistshad risen long ago

"when I first left to forage,

"so the evening mistswere rising now.

"And in all of the broadexpanse of tranquil light

they showed me, I saw no shadowof another parting from her."

Thanks. Can you wait outside?

Sure. Just let me know if you need something.

"With love's light wings

did I oe'er perch these walls. Vincent"

I bet you had a name, didn't you? Huh?

The book.

Though lovers be lost...

...love shall not.

Death shall have no dominion.

Vincent...

come here and sit with me.

Father...

I know you're in great pain.

Try to tell me.

Pain...

this pain I... I cannot endure.

I know.

But you will.

I can't find my way through it.

You must allow it to pass over you.

Father, it's crushing.

Then let it.

Let it crush you.

Let it carry you away.

It will bring you back.

No, not this time.

Yes, it will, Vincent.

I know this grief.

The one thing you must not do is to turn away from it,

to deny it.

What you feel, the enormity of it all,

is your love for Catherine.

Now that is to be cherished forever,

never to be forgotten.

That is... her gift to you.

I don't think I have the strength to accept it.

Oh, yes, you do.

You had the courage to love her.

And you have the strength now to honor her,

and you have me beside you.

I know this path.

Oh, hey, Dr. Marks?

Tell me, what did you find?

Maxwell, I'm not supposed to talk to you.

Joe, I need to talk to you.

What are you doing here?

I'm working.

What happened to Sally Rogers?

We lost her.

Then the suspect killed himself.

Look, I'm sorry about Sally Rogers.

Joe, sit down.

I need to know some things.

At the time Catherine Chandler disappeared,

was she seeing anybody?

Seeing anybody?

Was she dating? Involved?

Not that I know of.

We found some notes in her apartment

from some guy named Vincent.

She ever mention him to you?

No. She was real funny about that stuff.

Okay, and besides this guy, Vincent,

was there anybody else?

No.

Okay.

Joe, I want you to clear your mind.

I'm gonna ask you a question.

I'm interested in your very first response.

No thinking. I just want you to respond.

When you remember Catherine Chandler,

who makes you jealous?

What do you mean, who makes me jealous?

You were in love with her.

Now, did she ever look at anybody, mention anybody,

just for a second out of nowhere, you were jealous?

Cathy Chandler was my friend.

Cathy was pregnant.

Autopsy says she delivered a child less than an hour

before she died.

Then they injected her with morphine.

Now, whoever did this kept her alive long enough

just to have the baby.

She never said anything to me.

I'm just throwing out the possibility here,

but what if this has more to do

with the baby than with the case?

No.

Why not?

Look, I gave Cathy a piece of evidence.

First, she turns up missing, then she turns up murdered.

There's a connection there.

Of course there is a connection there,

but you have to keep your mind open

to the fact of the pregnancy.

What this could mean...

I don't...!

I don't know what it could mean.

Well, consider it, Joe.

This could be the piece that makes everything fit.

Now, I need to know.

I need to know who the father of that baby is,

who might have wanted that baby.

I need to know who made you jealous.

Elliot Burch.

Okay.

He wanted to marry her.

How long ago?

Right after she came to work for us.

What happened?

She turned him down.

Did they stay in touch?

Yeah.

But I can't believe Burch would have anything to do with this.

You're positive?

So, you think I had somethingto do with Catherine's death?

Do you know who did?

No.

You gonna find out?

I suppose...

if you do your job.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you anything more.

So am I.

How did you feel about Vincent?

Who's Vincent?

The man she'd been seeing for the last two years.

We never discussed him.

Did you ever meet him?

Nope.

Listen, I told you everything I know.

I don't believe you have, Mr. Burch.

But I would appreciate

you telling me the truth about one thing.

What's that?

I want to find him, too, so call me.

At least to tell me whether or not I'm looking for a dead man.

I hate wasting my time.

Did the second set of prints match the first?

What the hell is that supposed to mean, huh?

Well, yeah, that's what everybody keeps saying,

but what does that mean,

that they don't know what they are?

Look, Billy, just call Roscoe

and have him take a look at them.

Yes, he'll be up.

Tell him that I told you to call.

Yes, I want you to take pictures of everybody.

Uh-huh. No, that's it. Okay, bye.

Coming to bed soon?

Yeah, in a minute, babe.

Vincent.

Gone.

She's gone.

Now there's only you.

And me.

No.

No!

Vincent.

We loved.

There is a child.

You should be going.

Yes.

I know.

Vincent, I don't like leaving you behind.

You must...

to be there for me.

And I will.

Father...

there's something that...

I couldn't tell you before.

Tell me now.

Catherine left me a child.

A-a child?

A son.

She said he is beautiful.

Vincent, dear God.

He was taken from her.

I only know he's alive and I must find him,

bring him home.

There was a moment,

when the way was still new,

and I was afraid to hope...

You put your hand on mine

and nothing had everfelt like that to me,

like your touch.

I wanted to weep.

You turned and looked at me.

Your eyes were filledwith dancing light

and I was bathed in your warmth

and I believed, in that moment,

that, even forme, all things were possible.

In that moment,

inyour light,

I felt what it isto be beautiful.

How many liveswere touched by you?

How many lives were transformedby your courage to give

and to love?

How many became beautifulin your light?

We promised alwaysto share the truth...

always.

But, Catherine, there wasa truth beyond anything,

beyond everything I had everknown, ever dreamed.

It was the truthof all you gave,

of all you sacrificed for me.

The truth of your lovehumbled me...

silenced me.

And the truth I couldnever share with you

was the truth of how deeplyI loved you.

I will remember.

I will remember every moment,

every word,every look, every touch.

Our love lives.

It will live forever.

Nothing will destroy us.

Love does not die.

You're safe.

You're safe now.

Sleep, my love.

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