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male announcer:
In the criminal justice system,

sexually-based offenses are
considered especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate
these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the
Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

[somber music]

♪

[oven door snaps shut]

- Voight,
something's come up.

So Dr. Yates is now claiming

that some of the bones
that we found at Pelham Bay,

the Jane Doe vics
that we never IDed,

may be the remains
of runaway Midwestern girls.

- Oh, it could be.

We do have some open
missing persons cases

from when he was here
in Chicago.

I mean, young women who fit
his MO--working girls, nurses.

- Yeah, that's why
I'm calling you.

- And he just offered this up
for humanitarian reasons?

- Oh, no, no.

He says that he wants
to discuss it with Rollins.

- And she's still on
maternity leave.

- No, she's back,

but I just don't want her
anywhere near him,

and these are...
Chicago vics.

- So you want me
to send Lindsay?

- I think that he would
talk to her.

- Erin still hasn't
forgiven herself

for what Yates did to Nadia.

- Maybe she can use that.

We'll keep each other posted?

- Mmm.

- Thank you.

[somber music]

♪

[somber music continues]
[dialogue not audible]

♪

- Yates.

- Yes,
these are disturbing.

Fractured skulls,
broken hyoid bones.

These girls were driven
all the way from Chicago

to that bleak Bronx boneyard,

that same place that, uh,

your friend Nadia
was found.

- After you murdered her.

- Dr. Yates,
we're here because we heard

you might have information
about these victims.

- Who they were,
how they got there.

Where did they come from?

- Why don't you start
with who they are.

- These are just bones,
yeah?

You couldn't find DNA
on any of them,

so I will guess that
they came from working girls.

- Guess?
You told SVU

some of these victims
might have been from Chicago.

- Did I?
Oh, yeah.

- We have some
missing persons photos

we'd like you to take
a look at.

- Mmm.

Hmm, so young.

I...don't imagine
that's what they looked like

when their killer
encountered them.

- Where?

- Maybe at a truck stop

whoring themselves out
for cocaine.

You must know
the power of addiction.

- We're here to talk
about these girls, not me.

- Nadia talked a lot about you.

On our drive...

how Sergeant Voight
took you off the street.

Mentored you.

That man has a lot of anger.

It must have...

been very scary
growing up in his home.

- We're done.

- Sorry you wasted
your trip.

- I'm sure.

- Tell the warden
I'd be much more comfortable

talking with Detective Rollins.

- She's not coming up here.

- Why not--ohh.

She must have
had her baby by now.

[breathless laugh]

Is it a boy or a girl?

- That is none of
your business.

- You want closure
for those families?

Get her here.

By tomorrow.

[dramatic music]

♪

- I knew I should have
gone up there.

- Rollins.

- What--he didn't give you
anything, did he?

- I don't know that he has
anything to give.

- He never shows his cards
on the first pass,

and nothing's for free.
What'd he ask for?

- He wants to speak with you.
- He's bored.

He gets off on pulling
everybody's strings.

- He gave us Rudnick, and he
knows more about those bones

than he's ever let on.

- Yeah--still claiming
those bodies

might be from Chicago girls?
Come on.

- We do have these four women
who went missing

when Yates moved to Chicago.

One of them's a working girl

who was a patient
at his urgent care center.

- And he did seem
to recognize her.

He could have driven her east
like he did with Nadia.

- Isn't he appealing
that conviction?

I mean, why would he confess
to more crimes?

- No, but he doesn't confess.

I keep the conversation
hypothetical,

and he just fills in the blanks.

- Look, Sergeant Voight
would really like

to give these girls' families
some answers.

- I know.
Okay.

But Carisi, you go with.

- Hey, but, there's no point
in sending him.

Yates isn't even going to make
eye contact with him,

and there's COs everywhere.

- Rollins, we know Yates.

He's probably been playing them
since the moment he got there.

- Last week,
we talked about resolving

interpersonal conflicts
without anger or violence.

Did anyone try to employ
the techniques we discussed?

- I tried to see
a certain situation

from the other person's
point of view.

- And I did, too, because
what's weird to one person

may seem normal to another.

- That's great, Jose.

All right, let's pair up.

First, sit face to face.

Don't say anything,

but see if you can sense
your partner's emotions.

Dr. Yates.

- I'm sorry I'm late.

I got held up
in the law library.

There are so many people in here
who need my help.

- We're glad to have you.

We've paired off with
empathy partners for the day.

- I think Dr. Rudnick and I

have some issues
we need to work through.

- No problem.

[ominous music]

♪

- Doctor.

- Mrs. Wilkins
still bringing you those...

deep pan trays of lasagna?

♪

- That shouldn't
concern you.

- But it does.

Home cooking...
you just can't beat it.

♪

- Four detectives in two days?

Yates usually
isn't this popular.

- How's he getting on here?

- Well-behaved,
no problems,

volunteers in the law library
and the hospital.

Model inmate, really.

- Kind of strange for a guy
who's never getting paroled.

- Oh, sometimes lifers get Zen,
try to make the best of it.

- Really?

- Or they want to get
transferred further upstate.

Either way, he's settled in.

Anything you need, let me know.
[door buzzes]

- You see that?

Yates charmed the warden.

It's classic sociopath.
It's classic.

- I know, Carisi.
I know.

- Detective.

Motherhood becomes you.

- Thank you.

- How'd you lose
the baby weight so fast?

You are glowing.
Are you breastfeeding?

You know the hormones
can do wonders.

- Okay, that's enough.

- That's okay, Carisi.

- I suppose it was too much for
me to expect you to come alone,

and I have to say,
I was a bit hurt

that you sent the Chicago
detectives in your stead.

- Well, she's here now, Yates,
so let's get on with it.

- You said you might know
something about these girls.

Her?

Said she could have been
a working girl?

- Ooh, those blue eyes.

Though, I doubt she ended up
in Pelham Bay.

- But you do have a theory...
about where she did end up.

- If I had to guess,

she was turning tricks
at a truck stop

between Chicago and Gary.

I-90 most likely.

But if something
happened to her out there

in the...dark at night,

she's probably just...
waiting in the weeds.

- Okay, now we're
getting somewhere.

- And these other girls...
are they in Pelham Bay?

- Possibly.

- Possibly.

- But you know how this works,

Amanda.

To get...

you have to give.

- Yates wants to be transferred
to Honor Block.

- He's a serial killer.
That's not happening.

- Actually,
once you're in prison,

whatever you did to get there
doesn't really matter.

They use the carrot
of the Honor Block

to encourage good behavior.

- He's not capable
of good behavior.

- He did make one show
of good faith.

- He knows something
about our girls?

- Siobhan Kelly, the patient
at his urgent care center--

he suggested you check
truck stops outside of Gary.

- I'll loop in Voight.
- And he may know more,

but he's not going to say
anything until he's transferred.

- Of course he won't.

- Lieutenant,
is this a good idea?

- I doubt the warden
would approve that.

- Find out.

I want you both
back here tonight.

- Does it have to be
Honor Block?

We can offer solitary.

- Yates says he's afraid
he'll go crazy.

It's the Honor Block
or bust.

- You did say
he was a model inmate.

- Yes, and we thought about
transferring him out of Gen Pop,

but Rudnick
is in the Honor Block.

We understand
they have a history.

- Yeah, yeah, they do.

Yates ratted out Rudnick.
Rudnick killed Yates's fiancée.

- So this could be a ploy

for Yates to get revenge
against Rudnick?

- It could be.

But if Yates was intent on that,
it would have happened already.

- I'd like to talk to Rudnick.

He's an odd one.
I'm not sure how he'll react.

- No disrespect, Warden.

I don't want to step on
anybody's toes here,

but, uh, he and I
have a good rapport.

Maybe I can sound him out.

- Yates wants to be here?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, whatever Yates wants,
I suppose.

- Listen,
you do have the right

to transfer out
when he moves in.

- Oh, dear no,
that wouldn't do.

But to be perfectly candid,
I'm not worried about Yates.

I can handle that
pedestrian sociopath.

I always have.

- Well, nobody wants
to put you in jeopardy.

- Well, thank you,
Detective.

You're a gentleman.

And, whatever happens
going forward,

I appreciate you
showing me respect.

- Of course.

- Might I ask what kind of
leverage he used

to get transferred?

- Come on, Doc, you know
I can't tell you that.

- Well, in any case,
you were kind to visit again.

I hope you're not
still eating bacon.

You did see

the World Health Organization
study, yes?

- Yeah, yeah, I saw that.

I've been trying to cut back.
- Good.

People always say
life is short,

but, in fact, life is
mostly, of course, very long.

You want to stay
in your best shape.

- Thanks, Doc.

- Yates's transfer went through,

but it's too late
to talk to him again today.

We're heading back.

I've got to relieve my sitter
anyway, but, listen,

tomorrow morning we can drive up
here first thing and we can--

- No, absolutely not, Rollins.

Yates got to talk to you.

From now on,
he has to talk to me.

Am I making myself clear?

- Copy that, Lieutenant.

- She doesn't want you coming
back up here again, right?

I don't blame her.

- Why? Why does everybody
keep saying that?

I mean, you saw us together.
It was fine.

- Yeah, he's got your number.
- [scoffs]

You think Rudnick
doesn't have yours?

- Not really.

I mean, I just like
talking to the guy, you know?

He's got his own worldview.

- I rest my case.

- Hey, what's the holdup?

- Sorry, folks.
Just give us a minute.

Oh.

[buzzer]
Sorry about that.

- Carl.

Just like old times.

We're going to be block mates.

- Yes.
So I'm told.

- Our Mrs. Wilkins really is
a miracle worker, isn't she?

- Yates, let's go.

- Just so we're clear,

I'm going to be there
when that miracle occurs.

[ominous music]

♪

- Well,
Green Haven hasn't changed.

Long drive up.
I hope it's worth the trip.

- Look, I'm not letting him talk
to Rollins anymore, all right?

If he wants to stay
on Honor Block, no more games.

Barba, I didn't know that Uber
came up to Green Haven.

- Just promise me
you won't to stop to eat

before we go back to the city.

- Guys,
they're ready for us.

- Sorry to keep
you folks waiting.

We're almost finished
moving Gen Pop into the yard.

Once that's done,
we'll bring you to Yates.

- Understood.

Thank you for making
the transfer happen so quickly.

- How did it go
last night?

- So far, so good.

Yates and Rudnick spent
their first night together

in the Honor Block
without incident.

My staff tells me they were
cordial to each other

at morning head count.

- That's good to know.

By the way, my father,
William Dodds, sends his best.

- Oh, I see the resemblance.
Tell him I said hello.

- The sooner
we can meet with Yates,

the sooner we'll be
out of your way.

- Oh, we're fine.
Whenever you can.

- Of course.
They're about done.

Go to the block.
Bring Yates down.

- Copy that.
- Thank you.

- Have Honor Block inmate Yates,
number 14005, ready for escort.

- Visitors again?
Yates has a lot of friends.

Yates.

Silva!

Put that thing down.
- Sorry.

- Where's Yates?
- How would I know?

He just got here.
Maybe the law library?

I ain't seen him
since head count this morning.

- Does your bunkie know?
- Dr. Rudnick?

He's in the clinic
doing his volunteer work.

- Whoa, hey.
You okay?

- [exhales]

- Listen.

My, uh, my sister
took some melatonin

when she got
a little postpartum.

- I'm not depressed,
Carisi.

I'm--you know,
I'm pissed off.

- Why? 'Cause Liv won't let you
go back up to Green Haven?

- Exactly.

Because Yates, he gets
one look at Benson, Dodds,

and Barba up there,
and he's gonna think

that they're all ganging up
on him, or worse,

he's gonna think that I pulled
a bait and switch on him.

- Worse?

Why, you're worried about your
relationship with Yates now?

- Yeah,
that's exactly what I meant.

[thud]
[grunts]

[clatters]

Ha ho!

What?
- Eh...

you know,
I'm just glad to see

how motherhood's
really mellowed you out.

- Ha.

That's another thing--
I...I hate being coddled.

You know, what...

I have a baby,
and all of a sudden

I can't talk
to serial killers anymore.

- So your father
knows the warden?

- Yeah, he knows everybody.
He kind of makes a point of it.

- Hang on.

What are those?
Drones?

- That is exactly what they are.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Everybody down on the ground!

Code blue, Alpha yard.
Code blue.

- I haven't seen
Yates all day.

- Are you sure?
- It's a shoe box in here.

Look for yourself.

- I repeat, code blue.
All blocks restrict movement.

No one on or off.
CERT has been alerted.

- I heard about this.
Ohio, Mansfield, I think.

They used drones
to drop guns and drugs.

[excited shouting]

- Oh, God, we got another one.

CERT to Alpha and Bravo yards.

[alarm blares]

- Three drones.
I repeat, three drones.

- What the hell
is taking so long?

- CERT's on their way.
They'll get this under control.

- [shouts]

- Thank you, Sergeant.
That's very comforting.

- Counselor, we're in here.
They're out there. Relax.

- I'm perfectly relaxed.
- Guys, please.

[tense music]

♪

- Drugs, phone.

Holy crap.

How small is this gun?

- Now we're going to have
to check the spokes

of all these waterheads.

- No, we haven't
heard anything yet.

Okay, we'll let you know.

Voight wants us back tonight.

- We should at least wait to
find out what Yates had to say.

- Okay, thanks.
Just tried Barba's office.

They haven't heard from him
in four hours.

- What the hell's going on
up there?

- Hopefully Yates is talking.

I mean, I'll try
the warden again.

- Vermentino.

[police radio chatter]
Morales.

Jefferson.

Yates.

Where the hell is Yates now?

- Rudnick's still missing too.

- Where are they?

- How should I know?
- Start talking, Silva,

or you're back into Gen Pop
without your blankie.

- They'll kill me
if I say anything.

- Whoa, whoa, easy, easy.
Jose, amiguito,

say anything about what?

- I don't know nothing.

[tense music]

♪

- We have a situation
in the Honor Block.

Possible escape.
Code blue.

- Yates is missing?

- We're having
trouble locating him.

- What about Rudnick?

- My understanding is that
they are both unaccounted for.

- What does that mean?
- There was some kind of

internal damage
in Rudnick's cell.

There was an opening
cut into the wall.

- Hold on.
They escaped?

- They're probably trapped

somewhere in the prison
infrastructure.

- A hole in the cell?

They had help.
- We're investigating.

Of course, no one on that
block knows anything.

- Does he have a cell mate?

- I know what you went
through with William Lewis.

He was a bad man.
It wasn't right.

- Talk to us
about Rudnick and Yates.

- Okay, they'll kill me.
Those guys are scary.

- We can get you
transferred out.

- I know you?
- You can trust me, Jose.

How did Rudnick
cut a hole in the wall?

- He must have
got tools somehow.

- Well, how long
has this been going on?

- A few months.
He--he'd work nights.

He told me to shut my eyes
and pretend to be asleep

or he wouldn't take me.

- And how did Yates
get involved?

- Dr. Rudnick didn't want that,

but this morning
b-before head count,

Yates said he was going...
and Rudnick said yes.

- What was the plan?

Jose Silva told us
that they'd figured out

how to get
past the prison walls.

- That would be
my worst nightmare.

- Tell me that after Dannemora,
you sealed everything up.

- We did.
Welded all the manholes shut.

Checked every access point.

- Okay, water, sewage.

What's this?
- High-pressure steam.

If they went in there,
they got fried.

- This pipe's not hot.

If it were on, it'd be hotter
in here, right?

- ConElectric was doing
repairs last night.

They said they'd have it
shut off for a few hours.

- Son of a bitch.

- Where does this pipe go?
- They couldn't have gotten out.

- Warden, where does it go?

- We had that sealed
over the summer.

- Rudnick
has family money.

He probably bribed somebody
to unseal it.

- They left this for us.
- A note.

"I think I'll miss you
most of all, Scarecrow."

- Is that green nail polish?

It's one of Yates's signatures.

- Where's that ConEl crew?

- Got a body over here!

- Was he shot?
Are they armed?

- Looks like a snapped neck.

- Look, these guys
worked in two-man crews.

Where's his partner?

[dramatic music]

- Can you get that down?

- Detective Rollins comes
to visit Yates, and he escapes.

Any particular reason why you've
come up here instead of her?

- My detective did not

help Yates
break out of prison.

- She fought to get him
transferred to the Honor Block.

- Because she knows him
better than anyone else.

It was the only way
we could get him to cooperate.

- Rollins
didn't order those drones,

and she didn't cut a hole
in Rudnick's cell wall.

This has been
planned for months.

- Look, he had to have outside
help--visitors, volunteers.

I mean, maybe even COs.

- Believe me, my intelligence
unit is already making a list.

- Lieutenant.

♪

It's another snapped neck.

- They killed the guys
that helped them escape.

- They're not taking
any chances.

- And they won't hesitate
to kill again.

- When was the last time

that Yates and Rudnick
were seen?

- 6:00 a.m. head count.

- Great, so they have
a nine-hour head start,

which means
they could be anywhere.

- You say Rollins
understands him

better than anybody else?

Get her up here.

♪

- This just
in on the continuing manhunt

for escaped serial killers
Greg Yates and Carl Rudnick.

Sources now confirm
that two ConElectric workers

were found
murdered this afternoon

just outside
Green Haven Correctional.

The workers are believed
to have assisted the fugitives

in their daring escape
earlier today.

The search for the two
convicted felons

intensifies tonight.

Troopers from four states
and law enforcement personnel

from several federal agencies
have converged on the scene.

Both Yates and Rudnick
were serving life sentences

for multiple counts
of rape and murder.

They should be considered
extremely dangerous.

Officials are cautioning
that anyone who sees them

or has information
on either of the two men

should not attempt
to interact with them.

[dramatic music]

- We think
that they may have made a break

after head count
this morning.

- And no one
noticed for eight hours?

- Oh, it's a long story,
but I am gonna

need all the help
that I can get.

- No problem--I'll tell my guys
to turn around.

- Okay, Voight.
Copy that.

Lindsay and Dawson
were about to board a plane.

They're on their way up now.

- Lieutenant.
You all right?

- Yeah.
Long day.

- No sign of Rudnick or Yates?
- Not yet.

State troopers
set up road blocks.

- So now we know why Yates

asked to be transferred
to Honor Block.

- His cell mate told us that
Rudnick planned the whole thing

and that Yates nosed in
at the last minute.

- Lieutenant,
I did not see this coming.

- Hey, nobody's blaming you.
- No, I mean all of it.

You know, calling in CPD,
getting me involved.

Yates was playing a long game.

He must have figured out
Rudnick's plan

and realized
that the clock was ticking.

- The entire county's
on lockdown.

There's a nationwide
alert.

They won't get away.

- You don't know Yates.

- Yates and Rudnick
are extremely dangerous.

They've already killed two men
who helped them escape.

Major Bowman?
- All right,

they've already a head start,
so they could be anywhere.

We've warned the public
to keep their doors locked

and to avoid
engaging any strangers.

- NYPD's
Special Victims Unit

is here to give specifics
about the fugitives.

Lieutenant Benson?
- These guys are intelligent.

They're motivated.
They're charming,

and they are without conscience.

Their crimes include rape,
kidnapping, torture, and murder.

- Now, Yates is definitely
capable of hot-wiring cars.

He's adept at identity theft,

and he is highly manipulative.

- Especially when preying
on young women.

Now, Rudnick can blend in
with the group.

We know that he assumes
disguises,

usually an older female.

- Thank you, SVU.

To sum up, these men
are dangerous sociopaths

who will not hesitate to kill.

- We've already begun

house-to-house searches
and roadblocks.

Air support with heat sensors

and infrared will be in the air
within the half hour.

Search every inch
of this county.

- My staff has pulled
security cameras,

visitors' logs,
and personnel files.

- Okay, my team
can help with the interviews.

- Hey, how bad are these guys?

- Think Robert Durst
and Ted Bundy

on the run together.

- Okay, those two are crazy,
and they got mad skills.

- Yes,
but they had help, Silva--who?

- Not me.

- They had hacksaws,
paint, drills.

Now, who smuggled it to 'em,
the COs?

- I don't want to say.
I like her.

- You like who?

- Silva, they've already
killed two people!

Talk.
Now.

- Okay.
Mrs. Wilkins.

She teaches our conflict
transformation class.

She was always bringing Dr.
Rudnick lasagna, baked stuff.

He never let me eat any of it.

I think because
there was contraband inside.

- How did they get it
past the COs?

- They like
her lasagna too.

- I didn't know anything
was in that lasagna.

I swear to God.

The tray she gave me
just have sausage inside.

- So she comes in holding
nothing but a tray of lasagna?

- No, she kept them
in a shopping bag.

It was filled with arts
and crafts stuff.

Look,
she had gate clearance.

- Yeah, but still, you put it
through the metal detector,

right?

- She asked if
I could just hand-check it.

She always kept
her lunch in there.

She didn't want it getting
bombarded with those rays.

Those things can cause cancer.

- So you didn't check it at all?

- I need my union rep.

- Bronwyn Wilkins.

She's a nice woman.
She's a Quaker, she--

- Wait,
her first name is Bronwyn?

- Yes.

- Red hair,
heavyset, glasses?

- Yes. She just
got married last month.

Her maiden name was Freed.

- You got to be kidding me.
- You know her?

- Bronwyn Freed helped
William Lewis escape from Rikers

by bringing him drugs
inside baked goods.

- Don't you
do background checks?

- Of course,
but Mrs. Wilkins has no record.

- Because the charges
were dropped.

This is not my call.
- You didn't tell me that.

- Rikers had issues with chain
of custody and corrupt COs,

and no one upstairs wanted
to open up that can of worms.

- Okay, that's fine, but still,
she has to be flagged at Rikers.

- Rikers is city.
We're state.

The two systems don't exactly
communicate very well.

- Okay, you know what?
We need an address.

Now.

[dramatic music]

- We don't know what
we're looking at. Stay sharp.

- Should we wait for infrared?
Will she be armed?

- I don't think so.

She teaches alternatives
to conflict--

bakes muffins and lasagna.

- Let's do this.

- Get down!
- Down, now!

- What's going on?

- Who are you?
Where's Bronwyn?

- I'm Kyle.
I'm--I'm her husband.

- Where's your wife?

- She said
she had a family emergency,

so she took my car.

- All right, make,
model, plate number.

- What's the deal
with this girl?

She got a thing
for serial killers?

- More or less.
- This her car?

- Well, it's the same make
and model as the husband

but different plates.

- Yates would switch 'em.
- No sign of him or Rudnick?

- There was nothing
in the car, but they were here.

The dogs picked up their scent.

- Hey, Lieutenant,
I got something over here!

Come here.

I got a jumpsuit...

a dress, and a wig.

- Okay, so the question
is now where's Rudnick's body?

- Hey, dogs are on to something.

[dogs barking]

- Car's locked, Lieutenant.

- Open it.

- [whimpering]

- Where are they?
Where's Yates?

- I don't know!
Help me, please.

- All right, well,
you were with them.

How long ago?
- Before noon.

He--Yates, he made me--
[crying]

- Get her out of there.

[Bronwyn continues sobbing]

- More than a thousand officers
are now on the trail

of the two escaped inmates,
Greg Yates and Carl Rudnick,

who broke out
of Green Haven Correctional

24 hours ago.

The search has spread
to neighboring counties

as local police,
state troopers,

ATF officials, and the
Department of Corrections

conduct road checks,
door-to-door searches,

and full sweeps of the area.

Sources confirm
that the two fugitives

may have been helped
in their escape

from inside the prison
by a female accomplice

who authorities
are questioning now.

[dramatic music]

- I was working with Dr. Rudnick
on his impulse issues.

He's a very sensitive man.

Over time, we grew close.
- How close?

- He was a confidant,
able to read my moods.

Like he'd say,
"You seem like

you're feeling
a little sad today."

- Did he ask you for favors?

- He'd talk about a--a book

he missed,
a piece of art or music.

He loves Albinoni,
the "Adagio in--"

- So you brought him gifts.
- Little things.

Salt to cook with,
spices, organic soaps.

- How about hacksaws?

- Maybe it's not good
for her to be here.

She has a lot
of anger toward me.

- Yeah, why do you think
that is, Bronwyn?

- Liv, we got this.
- No, I'm not gonna coddle her.

You helped two serial killers
escape from prison.

Whatever they do to anyone
while they're out is on you.

- Dr. Rudnick has dealt
with his dark side.

- He chopped a woman
into little pieces!

- That's not the man
that I know.

- Oh, my God.
- Okay, Bronwyn.

I'm sure he--
he can be empathic

and make you feel wanted,
attractive,

but he was using you.

- They left you to die
in the trunk of a car.

He doesn't give
a damn about you.

- Carl does.
He just couldn't survive inside.

- You helped them escape?

You're looking
at felony charges.

You need to tell us
what you brought them,

what their plans are,
everything.

- Just got a still from
the Kingston Rhinecliff Bridge

time-stamped yesterday morning.

- Looks like two church ladies.
- That's Bronwyn.

That's Rudnick.
He's wearing the wig

and the dress
we found near the car.

- Yates was probably hiding
in the back

while they drove upstate.
- That's a smart plan.

Nobody's gonna be looking
for them at that hour,

and even if somebody were,
two women in a Subaru

ain't gonna raise any flags.

- Yeah, once
they get past Albany

in a less trafficked area,
they don't need Bronwyn anymore,

so they dump her in that lot.

- Yates said
I'd served my purpose,

that I didn't need to know
what their next stop was.

- Why didn't he kill you?

- Dr. Rudnick
said he would do it,

but he saved my life.

Just fired a shot

and threw me in the trunk
of the other car.

- A shot? They're armed?
- My husband keeps an old .38

in case the bears
get into the garbage.

They made me bring it along.
- They made you?

- Yes.
I was in fear for my life.

- Where were they going?

- Benson says Bronwyn
gave Rudnick

a gun and a map
of the Adirondack State Park.

- Adirondack Park?
That's 6 million acres.

- Yeah, that's why we need
to look in the north end.

When Rollins
and I apprehended Rudnick,

he was in Buffalo, just shy
of the Canadian border.

- What was his escape plan?
- He had a passport and cash,

but beyond that,
we never found out.

- That's Rudnick, but Yates?

The last time he was on the run

he killed Nadia
and he went on a spree.

- Yeah, we're not even sure
if these two are still together.

I mean, there's bad blood
between the two of 'em.

- Yeah, well,
anything is possible.

They could have split up.
One could've killed the other.

- We had some more sightings.

- How many?
- Too many.

All over the county, the state,

as far south
as the Texas-Mexico border.

- Any sightings
on the way up to Canada?

- Yates manipulated me.

He figured out that Dr. Rudnick
and I were intimate.

- Physically?

- No, of course not,
but spiritually.

- How did he manipulate you?

- He found out
about the lasagna.

- So you told him Rudnick
was planning an escape.

- I had to.

He said that if I didn't,
he'd kill my husband.

- Yates was in prison.
Your husband was 30 miles away.

- That doesn't matter.

If Yates wants to hurt somebody,
he finds a way.

[dramatic music]

♪

[police radio chatter]

- Son of a bitch.

- You okay?

- This is Yates.

- They found
prison-issued underwear.

They're checking for DNA.

- It's Yates.

How'd the trooper
end up here?

- First responder got a call
from a neighbor

who saw smoke coming
out of the chimney.

The owner never
stays here in winter.

- How long ago?
- An hour.

They also found
a blood trail outside.

One of 'em may be hurt.
Might have slowed 'em down.

Dogs are on both scents.

[background chatter]

- Hey.

We'll get 'em.

- Yates's trail
ends at the water.

You got any boats
out this time of year?

- There shouldn't be.

We got one of ours
out there looking now.

Customs and Border
got divers in the lake.

- Any year-rounders out here?
- It's mostly summer cabins.

We got infrared.
We're checking indoors.

- The dogs picked up
Rudnick's scent.

Look, he's barely moving
or even breathing.

- This is the state police!

Come out slowly
with your hands up!

[weapons clicking]

- All right, look, he is trying
to get up, but he can't.

- That piece of crap
already got one of ours.

I'm not risking these guys.

Fire into the boat!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold on--do not shoot!

I know this man.
- Detective--

- We've got history.
- No, we got it.

We got it.
We got it.

- Dr. Rudnick,
it's Detective Carisi.

I saw you on the infrared.
Can you hear me?

All right, I'm walking
towards the boat.

I want you to live tonight!

Isn't that what you want?

All right, you're gonna put
your hands high above your head.

All right, nice and easy, Doc.

[tense music]

[slices]

Do not move.

- [labored breathing]

- All right, I need some help
over here!

An ambulance, ASAP!

- Let's get some help over here.
We need a bus.

- Thank you, Detective.

- All right, just stay with me,
Dr. Rudnick.

- [thready breathing]

[sirens approaching]

- Breaking news in the manhunt
for the two escaped inmates

from Green Haven Correctional.

Officials have confirmed

that Carl Rudnick
has been apprehended.

He is now in police custody
after he was discovered hiding

in a docked boat
by Caroga Lake.

Rudnick
suffered multiple injuries.

He was rushed
to the nearest hospital

where he is now
being questioned.

And the scale of the search
is widening

for the second fugitive,
Greg Yates,

who remains at large
amidst reports of sightings

from as far apart
as the Adirondacks

to the Mexican border.

We will keep you updated
as this story continues.

- Yates hobbled him.

He broke both his knees,
his ankles,

pierced his eardrum.
Just left him to die.

- I'm not shedding any tears.
- Yeah.

Is he talking yet?
- Only to Carisi,

and he's in and out
of consciousness.

- He did indicate
the plan was to

cross the border
at the Saint Lawrence River.

- Lieutenant,
I'm glad you're here.

I can't get a hold
of Lindsay.

- I thought she was
with you or Dodds.

- No. We split up.

I followed one dead end.
They followed another.

Did Lindsay know Yates
was headed north?

- I guess--we put an APB out
on a pickup truck he hot-wired.

- She's going after him.

- Look, Dodds wouldn't let her
go up there alone.

Look, call him.

Get 'em back.
- Yeah.

- Oh, I assure you,
Detective,

it was never my intent
to harm anyone.

Yates simply bulldozed
his way in.

I wanted to leave the country
and live a life of peace.

He only wants one thing...

revenge.

- Okay, Doc, you got a lot
of meds in you right now.

I want you to stay with me.

Your plan.

Where on the Saint Lawrence
River were you going?

- Wellesley Island.

Though I suppose
I won't be going there now.

- And Yates knew about this?

- He beat it out of me.

- Wellesley Island.
- I'll get the word out.

- It's Dodds.

- Dodds, Border Patrol
and ATF are handling.

Come back now.
- Copy that, Lieutenant.

All the agencies are on it.
They'll find him.

My lieutenant
wants us to come back.

- Yeah, I'm not doing that.

I'll drop you
at a rest stop if you want.

- Detective, I know
he killed someone close to you,

but this isn't us anymore.

- What the hell is that?

- There's been no radio traffic.

Pull over.

[suspenseful music]

♪

This is Sergeant Dodds, NYPD.

Requesting backup.
County Road 3.

Six miles west of Plessis.

- Copy that.
[continues, indistinct]

- Clear.

[tense music]

♪

I got a trooper down.

♪

He's gone.

♪

So's his gun!

[gunshots]

Dodds!

- [groans]
Uhh!

Stay down.
Take cover.

[groans]

This is Sergeant Dodds.

Shots fired.
Two officers down.

Suspect is armed and in flight.

Requesting immediate backup.

- Dodds, are you okay?

- I'm fine.
Just stay down.

[tense music continues]

♪

Detective, what are you doing?

Detective, stay down!

Get back here!

Wait for backup!

Get back here!

Detective!

♪

- [groans]

Hey...it's okay.

I'm the police.
Are you all right?

- My daddy.

[gunshot]

- I need you to stay right
where you are, okay?

[suspenseful music]

♪

[car engine starts,
revs]

[somber music]

♪