08x14 - Major Case

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08x14 - Major Case

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Male announcer:
In New York City's w*r on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the major case squad.

These are their stories.

Told you.
She's like clockwork.

The usual?

Thought you were out of here.

Yeah, after tonight.

What am I gonna do?

Oh, quit getting high.

Study hard, go to Harvard.

I'm gonna miss you.

You going somewhere?

Yeah, away.

You're $200 short.

Come on.
They're matchboxes.

Yeah, of Indian hay with
a swisher for your boyfriend.

I'll pay you tomorrow.
I don't have it now.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning.
10:00.

Same place we met last time.

Fine.
I'll take this till then.

I need that.
And I need $200.

And if you flake,
I'll call your house.

Listen, Justin.

There's something I've been
meaning to tell you.

I'm done.
Yeah, right.

I mean it.
I'm leaving.

What, that freaky commune
you've been talking about?

What are you gonna do,
milk goats?

It's a farm.

I don't care
what the hell it is.

You stay here.
You're my top earner.

And you're short.

One girl still owes.
I'll get it in the morning.

On your way
to the goat herd?

I don't think so. Come on.
I'm going back to the bar.

No, I'm not.

Is that right?

Oh, you want to go?
Good luck.

I don't think the bouncer
lets street trash into the bar.

Get in the car.

Get in the car.
Okay, okay.

[Groans]
You stupid bitch!

Come here!

I'm gonna k*ll you.
Come here!

Grace.
Come on, come on.

Come on.

[Panting]
Thanks.

Grace, what's going on?

Nothing.
I can handle it.

He's still outside.

Oh, maybe I better hang
for a few minutes, yeah?

What--
you're bleeding.

There's antiseptic
in the bathroom.

Damn, I am bleeding.

[Sighs]
Oh, god.

Hey, you think
I could take a shower?

My apartment hasn't had
hot water for a week.

[Chuckles]
Sure.

Thanks.

[Water running]

Wow, I feel
almost human again.

[Nervous chuckle]

He's gone.

Is this all
your mom's stuff?

God.

I'm sorry she d*ed, Henry.

She was a nice lady.

She was.

If you're in
some kind of trouble--

no, he's just mad
'cause I'm leaving.

Leaving?

Yeah, to Vermont.

You know, uh,
my cousin has a farm there.

My life here...

I just want to get right.
You know what I mean?

Of course.

Hey, what do you think?

[Laughs]
I don't know.

God, I'll miss your mom.

When you used to come over
and visit her,

it was fun talking to you.

And all those
ice cream cones?

[Exhales]

Thank you.

What are you doing?

You kissed me.

Not--I gotta go.

No, no, no.
Not yet.

[Chuckling]
I'm--look--

we--we can talk.

Huh?
I mean, uh, we--

we can talk.
Here.

Oh, no.
Later, later.

Later.
I'll--I'll come back.

No, Grace, Grace.
Just let me--

no, stop it!

What are you,
some kind of pervert?

No! Don't.

And all those times
you were just being friendly?

I was.
I am.

There's something wrong
with you.

No, no.
That's not right.

No, help.
No.

Hey, hey!
Help me in here!

[Muffled shouting]

Get off me!
Pervert!

[Grunting]

Damn pervert.

Oh, god.
Damn pervert!

No, no.
You can't--

get--
no, no.

[Screaming]
[Grunting]

Garbage truck driver
spotted her

before he dumped the load.

Assistant M.E.
put the time of death

between midnight
and 4:00 A.M.

Found a wallet in her pocket.

I.D. From a fancy prep school.

Home address
on Fifth Avenue.

So here I am,
major case?

She's dead just the same
as anyone else, isn't she?

[Sighs]
Yes, she is.

[Sniffing]

Sorry.

For what?
I'm late.

It's understandable.

What is?

Nothing.

Yeah, being pregnant
is not an excuse.

No, no.
Of course not.

You're late,
and it's not understandable.

That's correct.

So without calling
further attention

to this, uh, offensive
yet, uh,

highly uncharacteristic
breach of discipline,

uh, take a look
at Ceci Madison.

Ooh, someone was angry.

Yeah, but not so angry
that they forgot to clean up.

Smell.

Smell?

Yeah, tell me if you smell
what I do.

[Sniffing]

Mm...egg foo young.

Wet nylon.

Dog crap.

Bleach.

The k*ller bleached the body.

That's just what I thought.

Excuse me.

[Retching]

It's understandable.

That's awful.

A girl in a dumpster.

Yeah, with your wallet.

We thought it was you.

But I'm all right.
I mean, you can see.

But thank you so much
for checking.

Yeah, don't you want
your credit cards back, though?

Sure, do--
do you have them?

Who is it, dear?

Uh, can I call you later?

Give me your card
or something?

Actually, uh,
we'd like your help

figuring out
who the dead girl is.

How--how would I know?

How would you know what?

Somebody stole my wallet.
At the library.

When?
You didn't say anything.

We found your daughter's
wallet in the pocket

of a dead girl
in a dumpster downtown.

Ceci, I thought
we were done with this.

Done with what?
Dope.

[Scoffing]
Mom, it's just pot.

The girl with your wallet?

[Sighs]

Her name was Grace, okay?

And she dealt.
At McTeal's.

If she was a dealer,
she may be in the system.

Well, I haven't got
much more for you.

C.O.D. was blunt force trauma.

Hmm.
It's personal.

Very. Here.

Single postmortem incision
made with a jagged edge blade.

Huh.

The k*ller's first thought
was to cut her in pieces

and dispose of the body.

He was, uh, angry enough
to b*at her to death,

but not so angry
he could cut her up.

And what about the bleach?

k*ller gave her a full bath,
inside and out.

And he washed her clothes.

And tossed her in a dumpster,

so we're gonna have issues
with cross-contamination.

Uh, at least we can find out
who she was.

The prints came back
as Grace Purefoy.

She lived two blocks
from where her body was found.

She sold dr*gs
at private schools uptown.

Two juvies for possession.

Looks like she had
a promising career

as a substance abuser.

She kicks
to the ninth precinct.

Um...

Ceci Madison is a, uh,
major case,

but Grace Purefoy is not.

That is correct.
You beg to differ?

Well, I could say that this
is not just another m*rder.

But that would imply
that there is such a thing

as just another m*rder,

which is a terrible thing
to say,

since "just" and "m*rder"

should never be used
in the same sentence.

Well, following that logic,

then every case
is a major case.

Yes.

Which is why
you are not in charge.

We are not
the low-level drug dealer

from the east village
case squad.

We're called major case
for good reason.

Yeah, well, what if the, uh,
victim doesn't give us a reason

but the k*ller does?

Because he knew to use bleach
and toss her in a dumpster?

That's not run-of-the-mill.
Could be pretty...Major.

Or he watches
too much CSI.

48 hours, then Grace Purefoy
kicks back to the ninth.

Uh, um, uh, Goren called
from Tennessee, captain.

He needs you
to call that sheriff.

What hospital?
St. Vincent's.

You have a bag packed?
It's in the locker room.

Okay.
Detectives.

[Scrubbing]

[Breathing heavily]

How is she?

She's in labor.
Her sister's with her.

In between screams,
she told me

you fought to keep this case.

Yeah. Hmm.
What else did she tell you?

That you require
adult supervision.

After you.

My baby.
My little girl.

We're sorry for your loss,
Mrs. Purefoy.

Do you know where Grace
was last night?

She just went out.

Do you know
who she was with?

She had a friend.
Uh, Paj or something.

Paj.
Was he Indian?

Uh...
Do you have a last name?

No.
Maybe a phone number?

No. No.

No.
This was Grace's room.

Yeah. My baby.

Who's that?

Cousin.

Oh.
Beautiful country.

Grace went there last year.

She couldn't stop talking
about it.

Hmm.

There's a bus ticket.

New York to Montpelier.

[Knock at door]
It's open.

It's me.
Came as soon as I could.

You okay?
[Sobbing]

Oh, you guys cops?

We're detectives Eames
and Nichols.

And you are?
Nate.

Henrick.

Nate's my friend.

Uh, I can see that.
Good friend.

Maybe if we came back later,

you might be able
to remember more.

I'm fine.

I won't be any different later.

You might be sober.

My baby girl
was just k*lled.

What am I supposed to do?

She was drunk now
because, uh, Grace was dead.

She was drunk yesterday
'cause she wasn't.

Or because it was Tuesday.

You sure you don't want
to kick this to the ninth?

Uh, Grace kept this
on her pillow

like it was a dream,

some place to get away
from all this.

I heard you got away
for a few years.

You feeling
some kind of kindred spirit?

Uh, I try to avoid
transferential relationships

with dead people.

It's always so one-sided.

So what is it?

That mother...
Ceci Madison...

The bleach, Vermont.

It all feels so unconnected.

What's next?

Before I left, this guy
was the go-to criminalist

for unsolved cases
involving minors.

All the kids that might've
fallen through the cracks.

Like Grace Purefoy.
Yeah, attention to detail.

Total follow-through.
He lived for the work.

Well, people noticed.

They made him
the head of the lab.

Well, I'm still sure
he'll have time for this.

Uh, it was his passion.

He wrote a book.

He's a TV talking head now.

Oh, good for him.
He deserves it.

Best lab guy I ever met.
Hello.

Come in.

Henry.

This is very,
very impressive.

They're just old cases.

Oh, don't be modest.
Right here.

The McLanahan girl.
Yeah.

You pulled DNA
off of a shovel

that had been in the ocean
for a week.

I just hope the book
helps people appreciate

the role of forensic science.

Here, maybe this, uh, case
can be in your next book.

[Chuckles]

The body was bleached
and dumped in the garbage.

The M.E. sent tissue samples
and her clothes.

Then I'm sure we're dealing
with it, but...

I wouldn't be optimistic.

Hey, you weren't optimistic

about Suzanne March either,
were you?

Nobody was.
But, um...

You identified the tool marks.

That was back
when I had a budget, detective.

In case you haven't heard,
things are a little bit tight.

I know you, Henry.

This is what you live for.
This is who you are.

[Exhales]

I'll see what I can do, hmm?

Last time I talked
to Henry Muller,

he told me he was too busy
to talk to me.

Oh, well, I-I begged.
In a professional way.

He's--he's taking a look.
You know.

We may have to upgrade
Grace's mother

from totally useless
to functionally clueless.

You found Paj?
In the alias registry.

There's a drug dealer
with priors

who's out on bail
for an as*ault case.

Justin Lennox,
who sells uptown.

"Park Avenue Justin."

P-a-j.
Paj.

Looks like you might make
your 48 hours.

Never heard of her.

This help?

No can do.

This conversation
is going so well,

I think we should continue it
at our place.

You know where that is,
don't you, Justin?

I'm out on bail, man.
This is harassment.

I want you to take another
look at Grace's photo, Justin.

I already told you.

Just try.
Here, let me help you focus.

All right.
Get off me.

If you did this,
we're gonna get you.

Just to make sure
we all understand.

I don't even have
to talk to you.

And what am I supposed
to do on weekends?

Hire temps from cops "r" us?

I'm sorry, criminals don't take
unpaid furloughs.

Thank you.

Henry.

Tough times all over, huh?

The Rabkin sh**ting.

Your suspect filed down
the g*n barrel,

but we got him
on b*llet batching.

Personal delivery.
I'm honored.

Just don't tell Nichols.
He'll--he'll expect the same.

I heard he paid you a visit.

He did.

I'm surprised you're letting him
run with that case.

48 hours.

Clock's ticking.

He got anything yet?

Oh, they're on one guy,
but...

How's it going on your end?

I'm working on it.
We don't have much.

Excuse me.

[Speaking indistinctly]

Hey there.
Hey.

What's up, Dr. Muller?

I need to reexamine something
on that evidence

on the stabbing in Soho.

Case number RD735.

You know where it is?

No idea.

All the way back,
then go right.

Got it.

[Groans]

I got your message.
You found something?

I really didn't
have the time,

but I stayed late
last night,

and...yes.

Only you, Henry.

Only because nobody else
would fall for your soft-soap.

I got a viable tissue sample

from under one
of the girl's fingernails.

This one.

And we pulled a match
from Codis.

Some kid who's out on bail
on an as*ault charge.

Name of Justin Lennox?

That mean anything to you?

Henry, you're a god.

Trust is--is such an important
part of a relationship,

don't you think, Justin?

We've already agreed

that my client did, in fact,
know Grace Purefoy.

That's not what he told us
when we met him.

I forgot.

I suppose you forgot
how your DNA

got underneath
her fingernails too.

We had an argument.

An argument.

About the dr*gs
she was selling for you?

She didn't sell for me.
Justin.

I tried to get her to stop.
That's what the fight was about.

How noble of you,

trying to set
the poor girl straight.

Why not?

She was a decent kid.

So to make her even more
decent, you att*cked her?

More she att*cked me.

She was kinda hot-tempered,
you know?

She was leaving you,
Justin.

She was, uh,
going to Vermont.

You're sure that that's not
what the fight was about?

I want to talk
to my client.

Alone.

This guy's a moron.

It'll take about
ten more minutes.

I'm calling the D.A.

Don't bother.
He has an alibi.

He didn't mention one.

Because he doesn't know
he has one.

From midnight until 4:00
in the morning, Justin Lennox

was playing video games
with a fellow drug dealer.

Oh, someone narcotics
was sitting on.

They saw him
enter the building

and they saw him leave.

Well, he could've gone
out the back door

and come back in?
Right.

Since when is Justin Lennox
Dr. Evil,

criminal mastermind,
evading surveillance

he didn't even know exists?

Good point.

Starting tomorrow, everyone
goes back to where they belong.

Grace Purefoy
goes to the ninth.

You catch
the next major case.

I went over her
from head to toe again.

No viable foreign DNA.

Nothing hidden in a nook
or a cranny?

I didn't just breeze
through my exam

the first time, Nichols.

But to be honest,
I don't know how

Henry got the results he did.

I don't know how he got
any results.

Bleach job?
It was thorough.

Every sample I pulled
was compromised.

Mm-hmm.

Interesting.

I don't want to get into

an interdepartmental fight
with Henry Muller.

We play ball with his people,
they play ball with us.

Yeah, but it seems like
Henry's playing

with an invisible ball.

If there's no evidence
on the body...

You work these cases
year after year.

You watch one dirt bag
after another

get away with m*rder

because he got
dumb lucky enough

not to leave
the right trace.

So what?

Henry, uh, goes the extra mile
to get the bad guys

and finds evidence
that isn't there?

I don't know.

Maybe he hit pay dirt somehow,
but the guy is...

Writing books.

He's on TV.

More incentive
to keep his batting average up.

Are you asking yourself
the same question I am?

Probably not.

Unless you're asking
if there's ever been

a single blemish
on Henry Muller's record.

A case thrown out,
test results questioned.

Why would I be
asking myself that?

'Cause Henry might be, uh,
fudging evidence.

But...departmental commendation.

Mayor's service award.

Uh, his mother d*ed
last month.

Listen to this, "survived
by her son, Henry Muller,

the noted forensic scientist."

"Mrs. Muller
was a lifelong resident

of seventh street
on the lower east side."

Grace Purefoy lived
on seventh street.

Same block.

That a coincidence?

Wonder why
he never mentioned that.

You have now
officially lost your mind.

Just think about it logically.

There is nothing logical
about the thought

that the head
of the crime lab

m*rder*d
a teenage drug dealer.

His mother lived across
the street from Grace Purefoy,

which he never mentioned.

Uh, he pulled nonexistent
evidence off of the body

and claimed that it belonged
to Justin Lennox,

which was a perfect frame.

And how would he even know

you're looking
at Justin Lennox?

Is he a mind reader
as well as a scientist?

No.

But, um, he can read.

He was here yesterday--
if I may--

in your office.

And he saw this.

[Exhales]

Besides Henry Muller,

and the sh**t
on the grassy knoll,

are you looking
at any other suspects?

I think we at least have
to take a look

at the mother's boyfriend,
Nate.

Grace was in a big hurry
to get out of town.

Maybe there was somebody
in her apartment

she wanted to get away from.

I know you find that
awfully mundane, Nichols,

but check it out.

By the way,
it's a girl.

Aww.

Oh.
Oh, we should, uh--

you sent roses.

Where was I
when Grace was k*lled?

Where were you, honey?

Wasn't I here?

I don't know.

I was at my place
if I wasn't here.

I gotta say, Nate,
that's a pretty lousy alibi.

I don't need an alibi.

I would never hurt Grace.
I liked Grace.

How much?
Wha--whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm not going there.

Is that what Grace said?

What--she's saying
you was messing with Grace?

Not in my house, he wasn't.
No way.

You're sure about that?

What is it with you?

You wouldn't mind if we, uh,

just took in a few
of Grace's things, would you?

Nice to see you
keeping an open mind.

What do you mean?

I mean forgetting Henry
long enough

to take Grace's clothes
and get them tested

to see if there's
too much Nate on them.

Oh.

Yeah, I guess
I can do that too.

Yeah.
Uh, it was disappointing.

Very disappointing.

I thought that Lennox guy was--
was our guy.

But his alibi was that good?

Yeah, rock solid.

I guess the DNA you found

was from the fight
that he had with Grace.

We can find the evidence.

We can't always tell you
when it got there.

Yeah, I guess it's true.

I guess that's that.

Yeah, this may be
one of those cases

where you just have to hope--

Just have to hope what?

Hope...

That...the...

That the case
will eventually get solved.

Yeah, I hope so too.

In this uncertain world,

people take a certain comfort
in scientific verities.

Especially when they put
people in jail, I suppose.

Yes, yes.

How are you maintaining
your standards

in the face
of all these budget cuts?

It's not easy.

There's still a certain
cowboy mentality

in some police divisions.

I'm gonna ask the commissioner
to get them to stand back

and accept that we can't
jump to their service

every time they call.

Any bets on what division
it is

that has
that "cowboy mentality"?

Horse patrol?

Congratulations.

You have now made an enemy

of one of the most influential
members of our department.

Not only for yourself,

but for
the entire major case squad.

What does that tell you?

It tells me
we're going to be running

DNA tests on our own
high school chemistry sets.

Don't you see
he's striking back?

He's cornered.
He's guilty.

I didn't believe you were
actually serious about this.

You're endangering
this division.

You're endangering
your entire career.

I'm trying to catch
a m*rder*r.

Isn't that what we're
supposed to be doing arou--

m*rder*r? You stick a girl
in a short skirt.

And he blinked.

Maybe he had dust
in his eye.

When you were my partner,

you trusted me
on things like this.

When I was your partner,
Zack,

I almost got suspended
once a month.

Now I am calling Henry Muller
and getting right with him,

and you are
off the Purefoy case.

I had a call from
your captain Ross last night.

Really?

Said you were moving on.

Handing off
the Purefoy case.

I know you're disappointed.

I only wish there'd been more
that I could've done.

That poor girl.

I'm not disappointed.

But, uh, you seemed
so set on solving it.

I still am.

I still will.

But, uh...
Captain Ross--

he doesn't control
my free time.

I'm gonna work that case
nights, weekends, days off.

I'll knock on every door
in that neighborhood

till I find somebody
who knows something

about something.

That sounds a bit obsessive.

Isn't that what people say
about you?

[Chuckles]

Yes.
I suppose so.

Oh, I take sugar.

How about you?

Plain.

This reminds me somehow
of a case I had

a few years back.

An immigrant bride was k*lled
by her chemist husband

when he found out
she wasn't a virgin.

He poisoned her
in front of ten family members.

The M.E. didn't catch it.

Sodium fluoroacetate
in her ginger ale.

Death was put down
to ventricular arrhythmia.

But you figured it out.

Eh, I got lucky.

It can be so darn easy
to k*ll someone

if you really know
what you're doing.

If you brew green tea
too long,

turns bitter.

Really?

I think you may be right.

Sorry.

Absence of evidence
is not evidence of absence.

That's one of the first things
I try to teach new criminalists.

You listening
to Henry's book?

You can't get enough of him,
can you?

Uh...

Yeah, evidently
the feeling isn't mutual.

I went to see him
this morning.

And, uh, I'm pretty sure
he tried to k*ll me.

Excuse me?

But he didn't.

But, uh,
he might try again.

He sort of told me.

What's new with you?

Uh, well, I took
some of Grace's clothes

to an FBI lab
and called in a favor.

They found male DNA.

Ross took us off that case.

He took you off the case.

I'm still thinking
the mother's boyfriend--

who, as it turns out,
has an outstanding warrant

for as*ault in Ohio,
which gets us his DNA.

Exactly.

Let's go arrest him.

Ah.

I heard you were in
the building.

Oh, it's Nichols.

He's driving me crazy
about the Purefoy girl.

[Sighs]
He called in a favor

at Columbia medical school.

Had 'em run a C.T.
and M.R.I. scans of the body.

A virtual autopsy?

Well, it's experimental
and pricey.

But it works.
Oh...[Scoffs]

It picked up a small area
of internal perimortem bleeding.

Probably when she was being
cleaned out.

Whoever was in there
left a hair.

Well.
That's a break.

But I gather
you're a little backed up.

Oh. Well.

That's all right.

I'll give it
my personal attention.

I was with Karen,
all right?

The mother, not the daughter.

What kind of a creep
do you think I am?

You weren't with Karen
the night Grace was k*lled.

[Sighs]
We're...on and off.

You know how it is.
How are you lately?

More on, or more off?

Kinda up to Karen.

One day she likes you,
the next day--

she doesn't like the way
you look at her daughter?

No.

Heard you had a new suspect.

Yeah, Grace's mother's
boyfriend,

who's not giving anything up
for the moment.

Why didn't he
turn up earlier?

We, uh, got distracted
by some bad theories.

Some of us did.

This is our guy--
he's got a prior conviction

for child molestation
in Illinois

and they found his DNA
on Grace's clothing.

We already looked
at those.

Not the, uh,
ones she was k*lled in.

Uh, clothing
from her apartment.

They nailed this guy.

[Exhales deeply]

Rodgers found a hair
in the girl's body.

She said you wanted
to take a reference sample?

Off him.

You want to do the honors?
Mm.

[Knock at door]

[Door opens]

I need to take
a hair sample.

[Door opens]
I'm tired.

You're tired.

Why don't you make this easy
on the both of us?

[Sighs]

We gotta go through
all this again?

You guys are wrong.

You never touched her?
Not once? Ever?

She was a kid.

I touched her like she was--

like you touch a kid.

And how is that, Nate?
Exactly?

Eames just, uh, started
another run at him.

We'll--we'll get there.

I think I can help.

His hair is a match.

You sure?

No doubt.

Okay.

[Knocks on wall]

It's done.

I'll just leave this
with captain Ross.

We're--we're done with,
uh, him, Henry.

Not with you.

What?
Wait, wait.

Well, what do you mean?

The hairs don't match.

I took the reference sample
myself.

Right.
You had his hair.

But the hair
that Rodgers gave you

didn't come from Grace's body.

It came from me.

And I didn't k*ll her.

What the hell
is wrong with you, Nichols?

I am fed up
with your games.

Your captain told me
they were over.

He--he lied to you too.

Nate doesn't have
a prior molestation conviction.

You knew Grace.

I mean,
you've all gone nuts here.

Uh, your mother lived
across the street from her.

Oh, and--
and you know everyone

who lives across the street
from your mother?

We'll find people
who saw you together.

Who?
That mother of hers?

Oh, that'll be great testimony.

Because we both know
that Grace's mother

is a stone alcoholic,
right?

Mm-hmm.

With a mother like that,
she probably spent

a lot of time...Outside.

You saw her playing.

A young girl.

So...innocent.

So pretty.

You live
in a world of stories.

It's your job--
fabricating narratives.

Get out of my way.

You've always liked
young girls.

It's your specialty.
Right?

How many times
have you solved their cases?

Yeah, with evidence.

Not guesses, conjectures.

Okay, evidence.

Uh, the night
that Grace was k*lled,

she had a fight
with Justin Lennox.

He saw her run away

in the direction
of your mother's apartment.

So--

you told us
that you found his DNA

on her body.

But there was no usable DNA
on her body

because it had been bleached,
which you know how to do.

Oh...

And you got Lennox's DNA

from his as*ault file
in the evidence room,

which you entered
on the pretext

of looking at a stabbing
in Soho,

even though the detective
in charge of that case

never made a request
to reexamine evidence.

I don't need some detective
to make a request.

I wanted to nail things down.

That victim had been stabbed
multiple times.

Yes, that victim.

A 15-year-old girl?

The kind of case that you
go the extra mile for.

Isn't that what we do?

Help those who can no longer
help themselves?

Like Deborah Brand.
Yeah.

Like Jody Richards.
Yes.

Like Cynthia Hong.
And all--

all these.

I cleared those cases.
I caught their K*llers.

Don't boys ever get k*lled,
Henry?

Where are the boys?

Boys?

Who are you?

I don't know what you're even
talking about.

You wanted to be around
young girls.

But you couldn't trust yourself
to be around live ones,

like Grace.

She wasn't
a laboratory sample

or an autopsy photo.

She was real and beautiful
and alive

and in your apartment.

You could see her.
And touch her.

Even smell her.

I can smell her in that.
Can't you?

She was frightened, Henry,
and you protected her,

just like you protected
all the others.

But why do you protect them,
Henry?

Because what you really want
to do with them isn't allowed.

Not by society,
not by you.

You found a way to be with them
without really being with them.

But then this time...

You were with Grace,

all alone.

All lovely and so grateful

for what you'd done for her,
wasn't she?

Wasn't she?

She kissed me.

How did that feel, Henry?

Did you kiss her back?

She...

[Stuttering]

Didn't understand.

What did she say, Henry?
What did she call you?

You know
what she called me.

Pervert?

I am not a pervert.

I catch murderers.

Just like her m*rder*r?

No, I--

I don't...

Understand how that happened.

[Breathing rapidly]

Huh. It's--

I never wanted--

[voice breaking]

I never wanted to hurt her.

I never meant to hurt her.

I know, Henry.

You're under arrest.

Thank you.

Huh.
It's official.

Margo Jane Wheeler.

Uh, does the mother know
we closed the case?

She wondered
what took you so long.
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