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Oh, God, how old
is Peyton anyway?

Don't you dare ask.

What was that?

Peyton? Max?

Oh, wait, it might be a burglar.

We need a weapon.

Oh, we're armed.

Max.

Max?

Max!

Max?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, Peyton!

It's okay.
Thank you so much.

Friends came to set up
a surprise party.

Husband was supposed
to keep the wife out until 10:30.

What happened,
they come home early?

Or they never left.

They had an 8:00 reservation
at Alain Ducasse.

Call came in at 10:07.

What was our perp doing with them
for over two hours?

- Putting on a show.
- Complete with a captive audience.

Husband gets a front-row viewing
of his wife being raped.

She gets to watch him
get beaten to death.

Back door was open?

Yeah.

Party guests said they heard
something crash in the kitchen.

Could be this beer bottle.

Perp got spooked
when he heard them come in.

Left through the service door.

Yeah, but how'd he get in here?

Well, the lock wasn't jimmied.

Had a bag of spilled garbage out here.

Could be a push-in.

Wife's probably only alive
'cause our guy got the munchies.

Preserve and voucher
that food for saliva and bite marks.

You're gonna want to get this, too.

Some birthday, huh?

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Multiple orbital fractures,

clean breaks through the zygoma,

shattered mandible.

Seems your perp had a real problem
with the way this guy looked.

- Pistol-whipped, huh?
- A few dozen times.

Perp goes to the trouble
of bringing a semi-automatic with him,

- why not just shoot the guy?
- Where'd the fun be in that?

Well, how do you know it's a semi?

It leaves an L-shaped pattern.
See this rectangular outline?

Common among
semi-automatic grips.

As opposed to revolvers,
which are rounded.

I don't suppose you can narrow
it down any further?

If you look closely, you'll see
the slip grip was cross-hatched.

Oh, it's a waffle pattern,
like a ping-pong paddle.

Exactly.

That distinct texture,

coupled with the size of
the grip are consistent with,

here it is, a Ruger P94,
9 millimeter.

She's good.

- Victims have a pet?
- Not that we know of.

Found some hairs in the adhesive
residue on his skin from the duct tape.

Probably dog or cat.

This should make your job easier,
cut along the dotted line.

Most likely had bypass surgery
sometime within the last year.

Medical magic saves
this guy from death,

only to make him
suffer through this hell.

Max smelled tuna fish.

We were already running late,
but he insisted on taking it out.

If only he'd just left it.

We saw the bag
in the service hall.

When Max came back in,

a man in a ski mask
had a gun to his head.

Can you describe him at all?

Height, weight?

Average.

Eye color?

Then what happened?

Oh, he threw
a roll of duct tape at me.

He made me bind and gag Max.

I did it as loosely as I could.

But after he put me up
on the table, he re-did it.

He hit Max so many times.

Then he'd stop and rape me.

Max struggled so hard.

Then he'd beat Max again.

Oh, it seemed to go on for hours,

but finally Max stopped struggling.

There was a lockbox
broken into in the closet.

Can you tell us what was in there?

Just some cash.
$10,000 or $15,000.

And in your jewelry box?

All my grandmother's jewelry.

We'll need you to describe
those pieces to a sketch artist.

Now Mrs. Kleberg,
think very hard.

Did the man say anything
that would make you think

that he knew you
or your husband?

He didn't say one word

the entire time.

Had some trouble a while back
with a homeless guy,

kept sneaking in behind cars
as they entered the garage.

What'd you do with him?

Woke him up, kicked him out.

Seen him lately?

Not since management
sent tenants a notice,

"Look behind you
when you're coming in."

Your other two break-ins
occurred when tenants were out.

- Must be a coincidence.
- Wonder how the guy knew.

Oh, that's right,
you gave him the key.

You knew when they were supposed
to be gone, didn't you?

If you're looking at me for this,

you must have gone to detective school
on a special yellow bus.

So I'm gonna help you out here.

You do that.

A while back, this guy comes
looking for the doctor, like, crazy, pissed.

- You get his name?
- No, it was months ago.

So I buzzed the doctor.
He got all nervous,

said to call the police
if he didn't leave.

What was the guy's beef?

Said the doctor was a mad scientist,
ruined his life.

What kind of doctor was that again?

Urologist.

We're looking
for the Chief of Urology.

Dr. Karr, the two detectives are here.

- He'll just be a minute.
- Thank you.

Lara? RIght.

How well did you know Dr. Kleberg?

He was one of the best
surgeons here.

I still can't believe he was murdered.

We heard he had a problem with
one of his patients earlier this year.

Might have caused a scene?

Oh, right. The guy from
the doctor's clinical trials.

- Clinical trials for what?
- Impotency.

You remember his name?

Martin something.
I can check the files.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

- I'm Dr. Karr.
- Hi.

I've got a meeting in the north wing.

Do you mind walking with me?

Well, life doesn't make sense.

I thought we lost Max
six months ago with the CABG.

Cabbage?

Coronary Artery Bypass Graft.

Peyton was an angel,
nursed him back to health.

He was good as new.

No, better. More alive.

He specialized in impotency?

Well, a urologist's bread
and butter is prostate cancer,

urethral dysfunctions,
congenital anomalies, kidney transplants.

Max specialized in sexual dysfunctions,

incontinence, penile implants
and, of course, impotence.

Now, we understand that Dr. Kleberg
was testing new treatments in that area.

An impotency cream,
a nitric-oxide analog.

It's a novel delivery system to create
vasospasm at the base of the penis

to keep the corpus
cavernosum engorged.

- An erection.
- Precisely.

Viagra was the fastest-selling
drug in history,

so you can imagine
the interest in this one.

So how rich was Dr. Kleberg gonna be
once that got FDA approved?

Oh, it doesn't work that way.

All Max got was a minimal finder's fee

for every patient
he brought into the trial.

Now, we understand that
he had at least one dissatisfied customer.

First name Martin?

I'm sorry, I can't comment
on that case.

Medical case or legal case?

It's our policy
not to comment on either.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
this is my meeting.

Wait. If you know something
that will help us find Kleberg's killer,

you're gonna need to tell us.

Look, all I can say is

the participants in Max's trials
suffered extreme physical impotence.

Men out of options
before they ever walked in here.

Sounded like someone
with something to hide.

Yeah. I say we have Cabot
see a judge about getting past it.

I found the file.

His last name is Welker.
Martin Welker.

- I made copies for you.
- Thank you.

Power. Control. Humiliation.

He shows all the outward features
of sadistic behavior.

We're talking sexual sadist?

He needed to inflict pain
for excitement.

He raped her in front of the husband
he spent a good long time beating to death.

How's that for pain?

This guy took
periodic snack breaks.

A cold predator who feels
in complete control.

He never said a word
the entire two hours.

Well, it could be fear of detection,

especially if he's known
to these people.

Or sensory depravation.

His victims need to look for cues of
what to do in order to survive,

and he never gives them a one.

He knows that it's gonna
intensify the terror.

Sociopath.

You're looking for someone who has
a history of violating the rights of others,

who's numb to the world,
who has aggressive sex, drugs, fights.

- Captain.
- Join the party.

What do you got?

Martin's file, theirs and ours.

He participated in the hospital's
trial for impotency.

He stopped abruptly
in the 12th week when...

He was arrested by Brooklyn SVU
for attempted rape.

Attacked a woman in the subway,
30 years old.

And then he bashed in the skulls of
two guys who tried to help her.

Aggressive sex, fighting, violating
the rights of others.

Pay him a visit.

Martin Welker?

What do you want?

Why the long puss?
Dr. Kleberg's dead.

Your problems are solved.

Oh, no, no. That wasn't me.

Didn't say it was. Must be your guilty
conscience speaking.

Where were you Tuesday night?

I was at group.

What kind of group?
What are you,

12-stepper, AA, NA?

No "A." Group therapy.

I keep things bottled up.
Ulcers.

Quiet guys are the most dangerous.
Loner, keeps to himself.

Yeah. One day
he explodes on the subway.

Suddenly he's up for attempted rape,
assault and battery.

Oh, no. That wasn't my fault.

Kleberg never told me
about the side effects.

Before the cream, I couldn't even
talk to a woman.

That's why when you were
raping Mrs. Kleberg,

you never made a peep?

I don't know what you guys
are talking about.

Doctor Rise-and-Shine
ruined your life.

You spent six months in prison.

Now the only job you can get
is cleaning up pigeon crap.

All he had to do was tell the jury

that it was the cream,
that it wasn't me.

But he wouldn't do it, would he?

He sat up there and he lied.

He said that I have
violent tendencies,

that it had nothing to do
with the medication.

Somebody had to pay though,
didn't they, Martin? We checked.

We know you filed lawsuits against
the hospital and the pharmaceutical company.

But you didn't file against Dr. Kleberg.

What's up with that?

My lawyer said
he was judgment-proof.

What does he mean by that?

Son-of-a-bitch didn't have
a penny to his name.

So the doctor was broke?

Well, it's much more
complicated than that.

So is subpoenaing records,
but we'll do it.

Dr. Kleberg's, yours.

Max had a heart condition.
Even before his bypass,

no medical malpractice
company would cover him.

And he wanted to continue
practicing medicine,

but to do so, he had
to protect his assets.

I recommended he move everything
into Peyton's name.

It was completely legal.

What kind of money
are we talking about?

All told, $5 million.

That's a lot of hidden assets.
Anybody else looking for them?

No one who could be
involved in this.

Why don't you just run it by us,
let us be the judge?

Well, Max had a little trouble
with his son.

I didn't know he had a son.

Jesse.
From Max's first marriage.

We had to cut off his trust fund.

- When was this?
- Last week.

- Why?
- Again, it's complicated.

Max and Jesse have been
estranged for years

ever since he married Peyton.

Why'd he cut him off?

Well, Jesse broke into the co-op
a few weeks ago,

and Max caught him trying to steal
his stepmother's jewelry.

I'm sorry you had to come
all the way out here.

I'm inconveniencing so many people.

I couldn't face going home yet.

Please, we understand.

Mrs. Kleberg, what can you tell us
about your stepson?

- Jesse?
- Mmm-hmm.

I haven't seen him in several years.

What about him?

Well, he didn't go
to his father's funeral.

No.

We understand that he broke into
your apartment a few weeks ago.

He didn't break in.
He has a key.

There's been an estrangement,
but he has always been welcome.

Well, you can't be thinking...

He did try to steal
your jewelry before.

It wasn't Jesse.

Your attacker wore a ski mask
and he never spoke.

No! / Your husband
had just cut off his trust fund.

Only until he could learn
to be responsible.

You know, kids in college,
they mismanage.

He wouldn't do something like that.

He is Max's son.

Mrs. Kleberg, you said that your attacker
was of average height and build.

How would you describe Jesse?

How's Jesse adapting
to dorm life?

At least here his Gestapo stepdad
isn't searching through his things,

violating his basic human rights.

Taking a civics course
this semester, are we?

I'm applying at Stanford Law,

after which I plan
on working for the ACLU.

Civil liberties, good.
Lawyers, bad.

Hate to think Jesse was alone

when he heard about
what happened to his dad.

Happen to know where
he was that night?

I think you gained access
under false pretenses.

Why don't you just leave
a card for Jesse?

Why, Jesse got something to hide?

No. Not that you even have
a right to ask.

Actually, the first amendment
gives him the right to ask.

The fifth amendment gives you
the right not to answer.

And just what do you think
I'd be incriminating myself about?

Let's say you had knowledge of stolen
goods being stored here, accessory.

What? / Illegal substances,
possession.

I don't do drugs,
neither does Jesse.

Right. Well, if he's not
snorting his family fortune,

where's it all going?

There he is.

All right.

$500 Perfecta on the 2-5 box
and a $500 straight.

I'm sorry, can I see some ID, please?

What?

Do you have ID on you?

Look, man, I've been
betting here all day.

Not at this window, sir.

It's a minute till post, all right?

Please step aside
so the gentleman can...

Stop jacking me around
and run my freaking bet!

Hey, what are you doing, man?

- What...
- Saving you $1,000.

Salutation and Jake's Delight
are useless on turf.

It's okay. We got this.

Drugs, I get.
But the ponies?

You really see that leading
to rapelhomicide?

If he's a compulsive gambler
he lacks impulse control.

It's consistent with the degree
of overkill in your homicide.

Compulsive gambler?
He's 18.

Almost six percent of kids
even younger than Jesse

have a serious gambling problem.

Well, that adds up.

He started stealing from
his parents four years ago.

Probably playing lotteries,
betting on football pools.

Do you gamble, Elliot?

Only with birth control.

Kids who come from
a non-gambling environment

are less likely to become
gamblers themselves.

How likely are they
to rape their stepmothers?

Maybe tying into some feedback
loop of taking more risks,

- needing higher stakes?
- No.

That's unrelated Oedipal complex.

But you know, studies are looking
to identify the abnormal

neurobiological mechanisms
in pathological gamblers.

Linked to violent behavior?

Well, nothing's cut-and-dried.

I'll know more after the interview.

My mom and stepmom
were both charity junkies.

Since when is charity
a game of chance?

Look, you know what the biggest
fundraising gimmick is?

Casino nights.

So they made you bet until it hurt?

Look, my mom organized the game
since I was, like, 12.

She'd give me a bushel of chips
and say, "Go have fun."

It's just a short hop
from there to the OTB.

In high school,
I would make a poker game,

then it was road trips
to Atlantic City.

Well, you got to be 21
to get in those casinos.

I never had any trouble.

So how deep in are you?

$100,000.

Yeah, I got behind with my bookie
and laid 50 grand on the Giants game.

Probably gonna have
my legs broken.

This bookie, would he go
after your parents?

It's a first-name business.
How would he know who they were?

Jesse, why didn't you just
ask your parents for help?

I did.

After my dad caught me breaking in.

And?

And he didn't believe me.

Thought it was...
He thought it was drugs,

just like my freaking stepdad.

You know, people are gonna hurt me,
and he wouldn't give me a dime.

Where were you
Tuesday night, Jesse?

What? Oh, you guys are crazy.

You went back for the money.
You got even with your dad.

No. No, no, no! No.

I'm Jesse's attorney.

This interview stops now.

Hey, Jesse never asked for a lawyer.

- Who called in the dragon lady?
- Mother.

- Who, Peyton?
- Nope, the biological mother.

She's in with the Captain.

More good news.

Martin Welker,
the disgruntled patient,

DNA cleared him.

Captain Cragen, I put Max Kleberg
through medical school,

and as soon as that bastard
became a doctor, he deserted us.

From his grave,
he's still hurting Jesse.

Detectives, this is Marilyn Dunlap,
Jesse's mother.

- These are...
- The two that arrested my son.

Do you have any idea how much money
I give to that Police Athletic League?

Ma'am, if this was
a traffic citation,

we'd probably let it slide,
but it's a rape and homicide.

It's false arrest.

Nobody's been arrested.
We're just talking to him.

He had nothing to do with it.

Mrs. Dunlap, I'm sure that
you know more than anyone

how much resentment
your son had for his father.

He had 18 years to deal with
the fact that he had a rotten father,

and if this is about resentment,
you should be talking to Peyton.

Hers was good and raw.

What kind of resentment?

Ever since Max's heart attack,

he'd been nailing just
about anything that moved.

Did Peyton know?

She knew when I ran into her at
the Covenant House fundraiser last month.

Yes. / Well, how did she find out?

I told her.

Did you give her names?

Look, I don't have anything
against them, just Max.

That's very noble,
but we're still gonna need that list.

Well, I know for a fact that
he was doing his boss's secretary.

A doctor smiles at you around here,

people make a soap opera out of it.

Oh, so you weren't having an affair?

After the operation,
Max was a different person.

He was like a teenager, you know?

He was funny and sexy and...

It was a fling.

Fling. When did it end?

Months ago.

But we stayed friends.

If there was anything I could do
to help find his killer I would.

That's why I gave you that file.

Well, it wasn't him.

So if you still wanna help us,
why don't you start by telling us

who he was sleeping with
at the time he was killed?

You make him sound so dirty.
It wasn't like that.

So how was it?

There was a month after his recovery
where he went a little crazy.

Who was he crazy with, after you?

Judy Trahill in Radiology.

I'm a married woman.

Well, your husband
the jealous type?

If he cared enough about me to kill,
I wouldn't have cheated on him.

Is that why Dr. Kleberg
cheated on his wife?

'Cause she didn't care enough?

Just the reverse.
She cared too much.

How do you do that?

During the two months
he was recuperating,

she nursed him, bathed him,

waited on him hand and foot.

He felt like an invalid.

The only thing he wanted
to do was live.

So you two did some living.

One weekend. Six months ago.

Okay, so who was next
on his rounds?

A nurse in Neonatal,

but it was over before
anything really happened.

Clinical exhaustion.

Peyton made a surprise visit,
caught them flirting.

- What'd she do?
- Bitch-slapped the nurse.

So the doctor has an operation

where they apparently give him
a wandering heart,

after which he sows the gross
national product in wild oats.

Two months and then
the trail stops cold.

Think he mended his evil ways?

I think after his close call,
he learned how to cover his tracks.

Speaking of tracks, we've been
following the wrong one.

Jesse all too willingly
volunteered a DNA sample.

He's not our guy.

Close the door
and open the window.

LUDs to the doctor's cell phone

and last month, he got about
1,000 minutes to one number.

- Lara Todd.
- Boss's secretary.

She told us their affair ended months
ago, just like the others.

Well, I doubt he was calling her
at home for urine results.

Go talk to her.

Ten will get you 20

if she claims he just called
to cry on her shoulder.

Good friends, my ass.

That's blood, Olivia.

It's fresh.

Door's open.

Lara?

Lara, you in there?

Oh, my God!

Hey.

How you doing?

I've been better.

Lara, do you know
who did this to you?

No.

Can you describe him at all?

I don't know.

I never saw his face.

He was wearing a mask.

Tell me what happened.

I was just coming in
the door from work,

and he pushed in behind me.

I closed my eyes

and tried to go someplace else

and when he finished,
I thought,

"Thank God, I got through it."

But then he came back
in the room and started again.

Lara, if you want us to catch him,
you're gonna have to be straight with me.

I'm not making this up.
I was raped!

I know that.

I'm talking about seeing Dr. Kleberg.

I knew the papers would
add it to the story

and make him seem all sleazy,

and he deserved better than that.

Does his wife know about you?

Not until the very end.

She showed up
at my apartment building

and said that if I didn't stop
seeing Max,

she would ruin both our lives.

And when was this?

Three days before Max was killed.

We might have a problem with Peyton.

Peyton the rape victim?

Peyton the wronged wife.

She'd just found out
that Max was still seeing Lara Todd.

Tracked her down
and threatened her.

Crime of passion.
I could buy it

if Mrs. Kleberg hadn't been bound,
gagged and raped for over two hours.

Let's not forget the Miller case.

Phony rape at the Thorpe Palace
so she could sue the hotel.

Dr. Kleberg and his mistress
were beaten to a pulp.

Peyton suffered
only relatively minor battery.

Which is odd,
if being the same perp.

Lara's rape kit isn't back yet.
How do we know for sure?

The crime lab compared the scenes
and found cat hairs on all the victims.

The color patterns
are consistent with a tabby.

Great. So we're looking
for a guy with a cat?

All right. Has any of
Peyton's jewelry surfaced

at any of the pawn shops
we've checked?

Not a blip.

Well, this is heirloom stuff, right?
Very distinctive.

But if she staged this as a robbery,

she probably still has it.

Well, her apartment
is still a crime scene.

Why don't we just go poke around?

Because the type of attorney Mrs. Kleberg
can afford would have anything

we found there thrown out
before his morning squash game.

We do this one by the book.

We don't have enough for a warrant.

So we go fishing.

Have Cabot pull his financials
and grab a pole.

These are all their accounts
and holdings.

Thanks. / The worst things
happen to the best people.

You knew the Klebergs?

Peyton and I sit on a few
of the same committees.

Please let me know
if there's anything I can do to help.

She has a safety deposit box.
Maybe she stashed the jewelry in there.

Subpoena doesn't cover that.

- Excuse me, Mrs. Thurman?
- Yes?

Do you keep an entry log
for the safe deposit boxes?

Yes, of course.

Could you check and see
when the Kleberg's was opened last?

I don't have to. Peyton was
in a few days before it happened.

For what?

She took out her Tiffany
diamond necklace and ring. Stunning.

- Has she been here since?
- No.

How do you know
what she took out?

We talked.

Max wanted her to wear it
to the Fire and Ice Ball next week.

- Really?
- Yeah. It's so sad.

It was going to be their first major event
together since his surgery.

I don't get it.

If she was planning this,
why take the jewelry out?

- Ever hear of insurance fraud?
- She's stinking rich.

Even before her husband died,
all the money was in her name.

You can never be
too thin or too rich.

Especially when you take out
chunks like that.

$10,000, eight days before it happened.

- In cash.
- Could be enough for a hit man.

Let's just hope it's enough
for a warrant.

Detectives. Come in.

This is a warrant allowing us
to search your apartment.

A warrant? Why do you need to
search my home?

I'm sorry. I have to ask you
not to disturb anything.

But I don't understand.
What are you looking for?

Stay with Mrs. Kleberg
until we're through. Thank you.

- Hey. Breadbox rule.
- They look so happy.

If a container could not possibly hold
the item in question,

you are prohibited
from examining it.

This is last New Year's.
Do any marriages last?

I don't know, but the warrant
only covers jewelry.

God, you've been married
for 17 years, haven't you?

- Stop.
- Sorry.

No, stop looking.

Try smoking this.

We're going this way, Mrs. Kleberg.

What is that woman doing here?

- Did I do okay?
- You did great.

She looks crazy, didn't she?

They stormed into my home,
tore it apart.

I apologize if you or your property
were in any way mistreated.

They treated me like a criminal!

If you were almost anybody else,

you would have been arrested
for insurance fraud on the spot.

Let's just clear things up.

Okay.

How did your jewelry wind up
in the cigar box?

I don't know.

You'll excuse my being blunt,

but that really doesn't
clear up anything at all.

I don't know how it got there.

But it's my jewelry.
Why is it any concern of yours?

It became our concern
when you filed a false claim.

I didn't file a claim for anything.

Our business manager
takes care of those things.

Mrs. Kleberg... / And I don't understand
why Lara Todd is sitting out there.

She was raped.

We believe by the same man who
raped you and killed your husband.

What?

You withdrew $10,000
on the 23rd.

Can you tell me what that was for?

Even for you,
that's a large sum of money.

Why did you need it in cash?

So Max wouldn't know.

Wouldn't know what?

That I hired a private investigator.

How do you think
I found out about Lara?

Ken Voltz?

You're blocking my line of vision.

Where's your manners?
Aren't you gonna invite us in?

Look, I'm on the clock.

Everything I had on the case
is in there.

You, by any chance,
own a cat, Mr. Voltz?

Two dogs, Jack Russells.

We were wondering if Mrs. Kleberg
didn't maybe have a second job for you,

night of the 23rd?

I don't eliminate husbands,

I just put them in piping hot water.

You can account for your whereabouts
that night between 8:00 and 10:00?

I was following a guy
out to a little love nest in Jersey.

I keep toll receipts
for tax purposes if you'd like them.

How long were you on Kleberg?

Two weeks.

Two days said it all,
but I like to be thorough.

Oh, damn it,
almost missed my guy.

Got a guy in the background
of two of these.

Different locations.

He's eyeballing Max.

Like he's tracking him.

Have you seen this man before?

It's Vincent.

Is he a friend of yours?

No, he lives right below me in 4B.

Why do you have his picture?

He just came up
during the investigation.

He a violent guy?

Vincent?

No, he's harmless.

Maybe harmless Vincent
isn't as harmless as he looks.

We've been thinking
Lara was attacked

because of her relationship with Max.

Now maybe Max was murdered
because of his connection to Lara.

She said the apartment
right under hers.

She said 4B, right?

Vincent.

Yeah?

Hey, what's your name?

Chloe, get back inside.

That's a cute cat.

Could we ask you a few questions?

No.

Vincent Boyd is
a former guest of the state.

Robbery and assault.

He lives directly below Lara Todd,
our second rape victim.

Who was the mistress
of the late Dr. Kleberg.

Husband to rape victim number one.

Peyton, the one with motive.

But no direct connection to Vincent.

Well, we do have Peyton
in Lara's building,

also Vincent's building,
three days before the murder.

So what, she bumps into him
on the elevator

and hires him to off her husband
and mess up the mistress?

Well, the rape kits came back.

The same man who raped Lara
raped Peyton.

All right, let's set Peyton
aside for a minute, here.

Is there any chance that there was
a relationship between Lara and Vincent?

Well, she says that
she barely knew him.

But, you know, only to pass in the hall.

Could've been a committed
relationship in his mind.

How many times have we seen
that behavior with stalkers?

Vincent sees the doctor
making house calls,

thinks he's been wronged
and seeks revenge.

Yeah. And Peyton gets caught
in the crossfire.

So what about the food
at the Klebergs? Right?

Was there any DNA from the saliva?

There wasn't any. Crime lab
says he didn't take bites.

He tore pieces off.

Lot of arrows you got up there.

But no way to connect Vincent.

Well, you know who does connect
with everybody?

Cleo.

Tabby hairs were found
on all three victims.

And Vincent owns a tabby.

Circumstantial.

You can't prove the hairs
came from Vincent's cat.

All his attorney has to do is parade
50 tabbies through the courtroom.

He's still got reasonable doubt.

Well, if we got the DNA
from the damn cat,

would that be enough
to get Vincent's?

Sure, but New York State
doesn't have that kind of technology.

In fact, I only know of two cases
in the entire United States

where they've used cat DNA.

What do you say
we make it three?

If Vincent comes back, buzz us.

- I don't see no cat.
- That doesn't mean anything.

They're freaky little creatures.
They lurk.

Well, keep looking.
I'm gonna check in on Lara.

Here pussy, pussy, pussy.

You're kidding, right?

This is not my area of expertise.

Oh, come on.
Where is this cat?

There you are,
you demonic little fur-ball.

Come here, sweetheart.

That's a good kitty.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

Nothing.
Those are fresh bruises.

I'm fine, really.

Lara, we know what's going on.

If you don't work with us,
we can't help you.

There's nothing to help me with.

You were raped.

Now we know about Vincent.
Everywhere you go, there he is.

He's very possessive, isn't he?

Lara, we don't think
that you're safe here.

Is there anyone, anywhere
that you can stay?

No.

I don't have anyone.

I know a women's shelter
near where you work.

I'm gonna take you there.
Okay?

Okay.

Are you the zoological geneticist?

This had been a royal pain.

Do you realize we had to have
special panels FedExed

from a genomic lab in Maryland?

No, but we appreciate it.

- Are we close?
- Almost.

But you will be able to tell us today
whether or not the hairs came from Cleo?

Do you have any idea
what you're asking?

For starters, it's a cat.

So right there, we're not using
the standard 13-marker test.

So you can't get it?

No, I got it.
It's your cat.

Pick up Vincent,
I'll bootstrap a warrant.

Go ahead.

Lara?

Just put down the gun, honey.

Put down the gun.

I shot him.

I can see that, Lara.

I just need you to hand me
that gun, all right?

I had to.
He wouldn't stop.

It's okay now.

Lara, the gun, all right?

Got it?

Ruger P94.

I moved in three years ago
all by myself.

I didn't think I could
carry up one more box

when Vincent came over
and started helping me.

After that, he was just always there.

It became romantic?

I told him I just wanted to be friends,

but he was so persistent and sweet.

He wore me down.

He didn't stay too sweet.

I came home late
from work one day

- and he'd burned my clothes.
- Why?

He accused me of cheating.

Said I was a whore,
then started hitting me.

Why didn't you report him?

He apologized,

swore it would never happen again,

promised to make it up to me.

He said I was the most
beautiful girl in the world.

But then he did it again.

I don't know how many times.

Were you two together
when you started seeing Max?

Vincent punished me
for two years of infidelities

I never committed.

I thanked God when I found Max.

How'd Vincent feel about that?

He followed me everywhere.

He had a key.

He'd come into my apartment
in the middle of the night.

But I was finally strong enough,
because of Max, to say no.

Why didn't you
get out of that building?

Max was just about
to leave Peyton.

We were gonna get a place together.

Vincent came into
my apartment that night

and told me we could be
together again.

Max was dead.

Lara, why didn't you call the police?

You don't know Vincent.

He'd kill me.
No matter where I went,

he would find me and kill me
like he killed Max.

You were at the shelter.
You were safe.

Why did you go back?

He was waiting for me
outside the shelter.

I couldn't believe
he found me there, too.

He must have followed us.

But I don't understand.
Why did you go back to the apartment?

He forced me.

He started to rape me again,

and I couldn't let it keep happening.

I made it to his gun

and shot him.

Classic battered woman syndrome.

Yeah, but there's a hitch.

She's got the numbness,

the low self-esteem, the fatalism,

and the physical injuries
kind of speak for themselves.

What's the hitch?

It's not clear-cut self-defense.

She shot the man
that killed her lover.

A jury could very easily see
that as an act of revenge.

She was beaten,
raped and terrorized.

In her mind there was no escape.

Look, if she had shot him
in her own apartment during the rape,

we wouldn't even have
to have this conversation.

As it stands now, all we've got is
he-said she-said, he's dead.

Battered women
rarely report abuse.

They are conditioned to believe
that no one's gonna help them.

Okay, I want to be able to close this
in good conscience.

Build me a case against Vincent

that would put him away
for life if he weren't dead.

Yeah.

Munch.

Forensics came back on the Ruger.

They found Vincent's prints all over it.

They took it apart and found
some of Dr. Kleberg's skin

embedded under the grip screw.

Lab work back?

Vincent's DNA matches the fluids
from Peyton and Lara's rape kits.

All that's missing is the bow.

I want you to go back
over Vincent's apartment.

For the bow?

Yep.

I don't know what he expects us
to find in here.

CSU's already been through it
with a microscope, literally.

Diaries, journals,
pictures, letters.

Yeah, CSU would never look
for anything like that.

They missed this.

Triple-X porn.
How's that apply?

Open it up.

Commercial jacket,
home-made video.

Bag it.

They said I had to sign something?

Yeah. Come in.

This is the statement
you gave to police.

I just need you to review it,

make sure it's accurate
and sign it right there.

Okay.

Is that it?

No. Actually, there's one more thing.

Sure.

You didn't know he made
that video, did you?

He loved you,
but he didn't trust you.

I was in love with Max.

Vincent was only supposed
to kill Peyton.

There never was any
relationship with Vincent, was there?

He followed me around
like a puppy dog.

He'd do anything for me,
but he wasn't supposed to kill Max.

Why did you stage
your own rape?

I didn't.

Once he killed Max,
he owned me.

- I couldn't go to the police.
- Rape by blackmail?

Do you have any idea
how horrible it was?

A jealous psychopath killed
the love of my life,

and I couldn't even go to the police!

Sweetheart, the reason that
you couldn't go to the police

is because you're the one
that hired him.

That wasn't my idea.

Where do you think
I got the $15,000?

And who do you think
hid the jewelry?

It was Max.

Once Peyton was dead,

he was gonna marry me.

How could Max be
with somebody like that?

It was the heart attack.

It changed him.

But things were finally
getting back to normal.

He broke it off with her
after I found out.

That's why she had him killed,
isn't it?

Mrs. Kleberg...

I'm so sorry,

but your husband planned
this whole thing.

Oh, that doesn't make any sense.

Why would Max set up
his own death?

He wasn't supposed to die.

You were.