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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.

Velasco, what are you still doing here?

Just catching up on paperwork.

Okay, well, where is everybody?

It's a Friday night.

I guess they got lives.

Well, I gotta get home to Noah,

but you wanna grab a quick drink?

You serious?

Yeah, why don't we go talk for a minute?

Did I do something wrong?

You know, I can be nice sometimes.

Come on.

I know I'm not really good with words,

but I just wanted to say thank you.

For what?

Not giving up on me.

Well, I'm not gonna lie, Velasco,

there have been a few times a while back

where I considered throwing you out on your ass.

But then it turns out that you're

not entirely a lost cause.

Guys?

all: Congratulations!

Whoo!

What is all this?

What's the matter? You look scared.

If we were the mob, you'd be probably getting

whacked right about now.

Somebody wanna tell me what's going on?

Yeah, you're being promoted, jackass.

To Detective Second Grade.

For real?

For real.

Well, how did this happen?

I called the chief, and I let him know that

you've demonstrated strong casework.

And earned the respect of your superiors.

Or in other words, command presence.

Congratulations, Velasco.

Bring it in.

Yo, but there's a tradition in NYPD old school

that you probably not aware of.

Newly promoted detectives gotta buy drinks

for their whole squad. - Everybody.

This round's on you.

Go in your pocket, man!

I'm definitely having another, man!

- Same here! - Set me up!

All right.

So to Detective Second Grade Velasco.

all: Velasco!

Yeah.

My man.

Hello? Who's there?

What've we got?

Gretchen Stewart, early 50s, general psychiatrist,

lives alone upstairs, office on the parlor floor.

Found lying on the ground, bludgeoned with possible signs

of a sexual assault.

Who's the woman in tears? Neighbor?

Unis said it's her assistant.

Came to check on her when she wasn't answering her phone.

All right. Anything else?

Local precinct got some calls last night

about a possible gunshot in the area.

And they didn't respond?

All right. Take the assistant's statement.

Hey, Captain.

Forced entry.

Well, it looks like he used a pry bar.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Tang. What'd you find?

9-millimeter round.

Shell casing's across the room.

Okay, let's see what ballistics has to say.

Okay, so maybe the gun went off in a struggle.

Either that, or whoever fired it was a lousy shot.

Well, like I said, I work remotely.

So I got pretty worried when Gretchen didn't

pick up her phone, so I drove in.

Was she conscious when you found her?

Barely.

She was bleeding a lot.

But she must have been awake

for at least a little while after the attack.

What makes you say that?

Her pajama bottoms were off,

but it looked like she was able

to cover herself with a blanket.

She was bludgeoned here

with the pry bar that he broke in with.

Well, you'd expect more blood, right?

Okay.

He rapes her here.

My lieutenant had me take a picture

if you wanna see it, Captain.

I most certainly do.

He made her comfortable.

Why would he do that?

Post-rage comedown.

So the aftermath of some adrenaline rush?

No, not just adrenaline.

It's actual regret, right?

I've seen guys like this actually feel sad,

try to undo the crime,

even call the police on themselves.

Unfortunately, that's not the case here.

Okay. Thanks.

So you think he knew her?

Not as well as she knew him.

Captain?

Hey.

Any word from the hospital?

Dr. Stewart was concussed.

She lost a pint of blood.

Okay. Can we talk to her?

She's having eye surgery for her detached retina.

Okay, but they confirmed sexual assault?

Yeah, the rape kit showed lacerations to her vulva.

But no--no DNA?

No, but they did find carpet fibers inside of her,

which confirms your theory that the primary assault

happened on the floor. - Yeah.

Okay.

Hey, we get anything from CSU?

We did a full sweep, found some DNA, fingerprints,

but besides Gretchen Stewart, no one we can ID.

And what do we know about this gun?

Silva and I checked every inch of that scene.

It's not there.

In all likelihood, our perp took it with him when he left.

Me and Velasco just got back from a walk

to the License Division.

The gun was registered to a Dr. Stewart.

- So when did she buy it? - Three months ago.

And were there any recent break-ins in her neighborhood?

No, not that we found.

Makes you wonder why she needed the hand cannon.

She was scared of something.

She's been a therapist for over 20 years,

so it could have been any one of her patients.

So Bruno and Silva, follow up with that assistant.

Show her copies of the notebook

and find out who Stewart saw

on the days that the pages were ripped out.

She averages about two pages per patient,

so it looks like a week's worth

of session notes were ripped out.

Going how far back?

Mm, sometime around the holidays.

How many patients does Dr. Stewart

usually see in an average day?

Around Christmas?

You'd be surprised-- eight a day sometimes.

It would be great if we had a list of the patients

she had during that week.

And give away their personal details?

Just looking for names.

I understand, but I have to abide by HIPAA laws.

We'll get a subpoena.

Whatever you have to do.

Was Dr. Stewart afraid of any of her patients?

If she was, she didn't mention it to me.

Is there anyone else in her life

we might be able to talk to?

Her husband died a few years ago,

and she has no kids.

How about friends?

She did go out to dinner with Dr. Schwartz last night.

I take Gretchen out to dinner every now and then.

Are you two dating?

I'm interested, but I'm afraid she hasn't

given much of an indication.

I don't think she's ready.

We understand.

Gretchen is an amazing woman.

She's bright and effervescent and funny.

Who would do something like this?

What time did you walk her home?

We finished eating around 10:00.

I tried to convince her to get a drink

at the wine bar up the block, but she wanted to go home.

And you say you escorted her?

I always do.

It's a way of maximizing my time with her,

apart from it being the right thing to do.

I really should be going.

We just have a few more questions.

Did you notice anyone following you?

No.

During your date, was she nervous

or frightened about anything?

Well, it was like any other night.

We were laughing, talking shop.

- How do you mean? - Well, I--

Gretchen would probably kill me

if she knew I was telling you this,

but at our dinners, there's a friendly little game we play--

who has the more complicated patient.

Who won last night?

Gretchen won.

She told me about a couple she's been seeing,

some Wall Street guy and his wife.

Did she say what she was seeing them for?

The husband's very problematic.

She was attempting to get the wife to realize

that she needed to leave him.

Anthony Fierro--

35, trades oil and gas futures. - Okay.

Does he have any kind of record?

Two arrests for DV against his wife of two years.

Looks like she refused to testify.

And then went to couples counseling instead.

According to Gary Schwartz, Fierro and his wife started

seeing Dr. Stewart around the holidays.

- Okay, text me that photo. - Yeah.

Captain Benson.

Dr. Wilder, how's Gretchen Stewart doing?

It was a brutal assault--

bleeding in the anterior chamber of her right eye.

I had to do surgery to fix the tear in her retina.

Any idea what he hit her with?

Most likely his fists.

Is she able to speak with us?

Came out of anesthesia about an hour ago.

Poor thing was asking for her dead husband.

Still a bit groggy.

Let's keep it brief. - Of course. Yeah.

Dr. Stewart?

I'm Captain Benson.

This is Captain Curry.

We're with SVU.

Doctor mentioned that you'd be stopping by.

Is it okay if we ask you a few questions?

- Yeah, of course. - Okay.

Can you walk us through what happened last night?

Yeah, I was in my bed, asleep.

I heard my downstairs buzzer,

the one for my office intercom panel.

I mean, sometimes I have patients

with late-night emergencies, but I stopped to grab my gun.

Do you know what time this was?

Midnight, I think.

And then what happened?

Whoever it was wouldn't stop buzzing.

So I went into my office. I asked who was there.

And the next thing I knew, a man appeared.

He lunged at me.

And I remember him pressing his thumbs into my eyes.

And then I fell and blacked out.

- Do you recognize his voice? - No.

No, no, no. He didn't speak.

He just, um, attacked me.

Dr. Stewart, after he attacked you,

he covered you with a blanket.

Do you remember that?

No, I'm sorry.

Um, they said I have a concussion.

Yeah. Please, it's okay.

We're almost done here.

We just--we just have a few more questions, if that's okay.

So Dr. Stewart, is there anyone that you can think of

that would be capable of this kind of violence?

I meet people

in some of the most challenging moments of their lives.

But this, I--I can't--

I'd like to ask you if you recognize this man.

Yeah.

Anthony Fierro, he's one of mine.

Okay, what can you tell us about him?

He had been doing a lot of ketamine,

became increasingly paranoid.

I transitioned them to one-on-one sessions.

Any particular reason why?

His wife took out a restraining order.

He wasn't to come within 100 feet of her.

Did you have anything to do with that?

Now you know why I took my gun with me

when I went downstairs.

Do you have it?

We did not find it in your office.

So Anthony Fierro has my gun.

Got eyes on Fierro.

- Is he alone? - Yes.

Does it look like he's got Gretchen's gun on him?

Silva, you see any gait clues?

Yeah, he's got a loose shirt on,

and he keeps patting his waist like he's

doing a security check.

The last thing that we need is a shootout.

Bruno, you see him?

Looks like he's hopping in a QuikRide--black SUV,

license plate last four, 1-6-Q-C.

Silva's with me now.

You want us to light him up? - Hang back.

I don't want him to know that he's being followed

until we are ready to move in.

This guy is most likely armed.

Fin, Velasco, you see him?

He just passed us, headed northbound.

Fin, Velasco, we're a few behind you.

You got eyes on the guy?

Yeah, he's two cars ahead.

I'm turning left on the on-ramp.

Hey, there's an accident up ahead.

The cars are at a standstill.

We're two cars behind him.

Do you think you can get him?

Yeah.

We should probably do it right now before this traffic

starts moving again. - Okay.

Velasco, let's go.

But, Bruno, I want you on backup.

Copy that.

- Hey! - Hey!

- There he goes! - Hey!

- Stop! - Stay in your car!

Yo!

both: Gun!

Stay in your car! - Stay in your car!

Stay down!

- Yo! - He's heading eastbound.

He's heading towards the railing.

Stay in your car!

Stay down! Stay down!

I didn't go near her!

Drop the gun!

Just put the gun down!

Put it down!

Okay.

I didn't go--

- That's it! - Okay.

Okay.

No, no, no!

Well, I'm sure we're getting the same phone calls.

What do you mean?

About our main suspect dying on the way to the hospital?

Not to mention the damage he did to the windshield

of some future litigant of the NYPD's Honda.

Yes, we are getting the same calls.

What'd the ME say?

Ready to rule it a suicide, pending our investigation.

All right. Velasco's in the clear.

He pulled a gun, Carisi.

Not Gretchen Stewart's gun.

He popped off three shots.

And there's multiple witnesses on the highway

that confirm that, including Bruno.

Well, how sure are we that this guy's good

for Dr. Stewart's assault?

Well, Gretchen confirmed that he made verbal threats

during their last session.

Okay, that certainly points to him.

But that's not gonna be good enough

for the eighth floor on this one.

I need hard evidence.

Which we will have as soon as we find these ripped-out pages

from her session notebook.

On top of that, now that Fierro

can't really speak for himself, you're gonna have

to rule out the rest of Dr. Stewart's patients.

Look, Carisi, Fierro ran the second he saw Velasco.

He has multiple DV arrests.

And I need you to put him in Gretchen's office

the night of her assault.

He was staying at a hotel, right?

Yes, which he fled to when his wife

took out a restraining order.

Fin and Velasco are there now.

And--and Bruno and Silva are speaking with the wife.

Well, let's hope she doesn't alibi Fierro out.

What'd you find?

Other than ketamine? Nothing, Sarge.

Okay, listen, nobody leaves here

until we get those journal pages.

Anywhere you haven't checked yet?

He's got a car in the garage--

make, model, plate number.

We'll handle that.

Check with security and see if they have

camera footage of the night of Gretchen's attack.

So what makes you think this guy even kept those pages?

'Cause if it was me, I would have burned them by now.

Let's hope he didn't.

What, for Benson's sake?

Man, Benson got so much juice downtown,

she could start her own beverage company.

I'm worried about you.

- Me? - Yeah.

You see a D2 badge around your neck yet?

- No. - Neither do I.

We gotta stay on our game.

Anthony and I started couples counseling

with Dr. Stewart last year.

For what?

We already know about the DV arrest.

It wasn't that.

Then what was it?

His ketamine use.

I could put up with a lot.

I grew up in a messed-up family,

so I'm used to a certain amount of chaos.

But I couldn't take the constant paranoia.

Paranoia over what?

He was convinced I was cheating on him.

I wasn't.

We believe you.

I was exhausted--

being under constant indictment,

trying to prove I was faithful.

He put a keystroke recorder in my laptop,

pulled my underwear out of the hamper

to check if I'd been with anyone,

even hired a private detective.

We understand that Dr. Stewart was

helping you leave him?

She gave me the confidence to know I deserved better.

That's when I took out the restraining order.

And when did you finally tell him you were done?

A few weeks ago.

And that kept him away?

He came back, pounded on the door.

But I called the cops.

He was scared of going back to jail,

what with his prior arrests and all.

Do you have any idea where your husband was

the night Dr. Stewart was attacked?

At the hotel, I assume.

What makes you say that?

I have the receipt.

We share an email account.

I feel guilty saying this, but...

it feels good knowing I'll never see him again.

Okay.

All right. Thanks, Fin.

I know that look.

And what look is that?

The look of an investigator whose main suspect

was just alibied out.

Your ADA got a judge to issue a subpoena

for my patient files?

Just the names and appointment dates

from the missing pages.

I--I don't understand.

I thought you said that Anthony Fierro was dead.

It's looking like Anthony Fierro is

not the man who attacked you.

What? How?

So I sent some of my detectives down to the hotel

that he was staying at.

And we have camera footage confirming

that he was there the entire night of your attack.

We have a receipt of the recent purchases he made

from the hotel to back it up.

So you are telling me that another one of my patients

wants to harm me?

It's looking that way.

Why?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Please don't apologize.

How am I supposed to leave here

knowing that it's dangerous?

We don't feel that it would be safe for you

to go back to your apartment.

Where am I going to go?

Well, we're hoping that you could stay

with a friend, maybe your friend Gary,

or stay at a hotel.

Either way, we wanna eliminate any other suspects

before you can go home.

And unfortunately, that means the rest of your patients.

So where are we with the rest of Dr. Stewart's patients?

Found four possible suspects.

At least given the window suggested

by Dr. Stewart and her assistant.

We check all their alibis?

We got Ross Gordon, who was on business in Chicago

the night of the attack.

Jeff Martino was at a wedding with dozens of witnesses.

And Vickers was home with his wife and his new twins.

Guy has a time-stamped baby monitor to prove it.

What about this--this mystery man right here?

- So Keith Sparks. - We can't seem to locate him.

Why? He's not returning your calls?

Me and Bruno are trying,

but there's 230 Keith Sparks in the tri-state area.

Well, did you circle back

with Gretchen Stewart about this guy?

Yeah, she barely remembers his name.

So she said that he came in for an initial consult,

but she usually does those for free.

So there's no record of his credit cards

or insurance or anything?

If you want, I can put in a call to Gretchen's assistant.

She's the one who probably scheduled the consult.

Maybe she remembers something else about him.

There was a therapist that was just raped

and murdered in her community center office.

Homicide is on their way to the scene?

They're waiting for us.

Let's go, guys.

What are we looking at?

Forced entry, no signs of robbery.

Vic was killed in her office in the basement.

Make an ID on her yet?

Yeah, Dr. Lauren Wright, 50.

Her husband's on his way over now.

Who called it in?

Office cleaning service.

- Okay. You got her? - Yeah.

How was she murdered?

Blunt force to the head.

But there's something you're gonna want to see.

Perp gouged her eyes perimortem.

- He's blinding therapists. - Yeah.

Well, the symbolism's hard to miss.

He moved her to the couch this time.

And escalated to murder.

No.

I think Gretchen just got lucky.

- So you did know her. - Yeah, not very well.

We, um, referred a couple of patients

to each other over the years.

Okay.

She was killed in her own office.

How?

Well, the details were similar to your attack.

She was sexually assaulted.

Blinded while she was still alive.

And then she was placed on the couch

and covered up afterward,

which hints at the same post-rage comedown.

Then you think it's the same man?

But I wasn't blinded or killed.

No, not for lack of trying.

Well, he most likely didn't expect you to have a gun.

Not to mention, he was probably concerned that somebody

would hear the gunshot.

There's one other detail from the crime scene

that might be relevant.

Dr. Wright kept her records on her computer.

It's missing.

And we're trying to track them now.

So in the meantime, we'd like to ask

you again about Keith Sparks.

You said he made an initial consult with you.

Do you happen to have an email?

If I remember correctly,

he did it through an online portal, so I--

I would have to log on.

Stay where you are, dear.

I'll get you a laptop from the other room.

Gary's been very sweet to let me stay with him

until it's safe for me to go back home.

It seems like he's been a very good friend.

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Here.

I've had this account for years.

My assistant doesn't have access.

Um, okay.

Here it is.

American Psychiatric Wellness?

And here is the email address that he gave me.

It seems you followed up with him again after the consult.

He didn't reply.

Okay.

Thank you for your time.

Okay, so we got his email address.

Is that really gonna narrow it down?

Keith Sparks may not even be his real name.

Would explain why we can't find him.

His MO is his real signature.

I think guys like this,

they don't just pop up out of nowhere.

Gretchen Stewart may not be his first victim.

I think we need to broaden the search beyond New York.

I'll run it through ViCAP.

Hyphema and vitreous hemorrhage to both eyes.

She's got a lot of bruises on her forearms.

She fought back.

Tried to.

What finally killed her?

Punch to the back of her head ruptured

a saccular aneurysm she probably

didn't even know she had.

Did you find any evidence of the rape?

Multiple abrasions, tearing to the frenulum

of her labia minora.

Lot of rage.

What about DNA?

Swabbed her, sent what we found to the lab.

Well, stay on them.

Make sure they know to rush it.

My guy's already acting like a D2.

Anything else?

I found a faint bite mark on her right breast.

Enough to leave an impression?

A lot of problems with forensic odontology,

but I photographed it anyway.

Okay, when we find him, we'll make sure not to knock

his teeth out, just in case.

We're very sorry about your wife, Mr. Wright.

She picked a rough profession.

She was an emergency psychiatrist.

It put her in close proximity to people who were

in acute mental health crises.

Has she ever talked about any patients

that might be capable of something like this?

Not to me.

But knowing her, I'm sure her notes were pristine.

I'm sure they were.

But like we said on the phone,

her computer with all her files was taken.

I know.

Fortunately, it's all right here too.

What's this?

The next best thing--

notes for a book she was writing.

They have details about every patient

she's seen for the last few years--

names, dates,

diagnoses.

Sit down!

What am I doing here?

Can you tell us where you were last night?

I got dinner at the Indian spot

below my apartment, best naan in the city.

Did you eat with anyone else?

Why does that matter?

Because you were a patient of Dr. Wright's.

And that you saw her the week before she was murdered.

And raped--last night.

And her notes show that you had a physical altercation.

Wanna tell us about that?

That's you she's talking about, isn't it?

Hey, where did you get these?

You know why you're here now?

Because I killed her.

Why'd you do it?

Why do you think?

She knew things about me.

I told her everything.

I saw her write it all down.

Is that why you stole her computer?

I didn't want anyone to find out what was on it.

Why?

What was on it?

What were you so afraid that she'd share?

- Details. - About what?

The man I pushed onto the subway tracks

last summer in Times Square.

And...

how I assassinated the former president.

Last time I checked, they're still alive.

That's what the deep state wants you to think.

- So. - Well, this is going nowhere.

You got this guy from her notes?

He's the only one that we flagged so far.

- Captain. - What do you got?

A hit from ViCAP--

rape and murder of a female therapist

in Danbury, Connecticut, back in December.

Same MO?

I mean, she was beaten to death, blinded.

Well, according to Danbury PD's investigative division,

they interviewed a handful of suspects.

Is the case still open?

Yeah, but they could never tie anyone

definitively to the crime.

Well, maybe we can.

Here's all I got on the Burgess case.

You think it has something to do with one of your cases?

Two female therapists-- one raped and assaulted,

one raped and murdered. - Blinded?

One of them was.

Made comfortable postmortem, same as our vic.

Maureen Burgess have a next of kin?

She's got an adult son that keeps calling.

I'm sure he'd be happy to hear someone's interested.

She was murdered in her home office?

Yep.

Any chance we can take a look?

It's been five months.

It's not exactly an active crime scene.

- Who lives there now? - No one.

Her son put it on the market and having a hell of a time

selling it, considering what happened there.

All right.

Call him and let him know we're coming.

Mind if I take this? - Sure.

Perp shows up at 3:00 a.m., kicks in the door.

That's been replaced.

And Dr. Burgess was raped and bludgeoned on the floor here.

Carpet's long gone.

You're not gonna find any evidence, Curry.

And her couch was here.

What are you hoping to find here?

I'll know it when I feel it.

You've been spending too much time with Benson.

Excuse me. Mr. Burgess.

You painted this place, right?

Yeah.

Had to have it cleaned.

Did your mother keep any kind of records or session notes?

I gave all that to the Homicide cops.

What about her finances?

You had to settle out her practice, right?

Pay taxes?

With a probate attorney.

Did she keep good books?

She was fastidious.

And I'm assuming that most of her clients paid

with credit card, correct?

Yeah.

Did she charge for the initial consult?

No, but she did take 50 bucks off for whoever referred them.

She keep a list of those referrals?

What we got now?

Mindy Davis, one referral.

All right, drive safe,

and remember to bring it back on a full tank, okay?

Ms. Davis?

- Yeah? - I'm Captain Curry.

This is Sergeant Tutuola, NYPD.

You were a patient at Dr. Burgess's?

Yeah, for a few years.

She really helped me.

So you knew her well?

Look, I was devastated when I found out what happened to her.

You said you were NYPD?

Yeah, we're following up on some cases

that might be related. - Okay.

Well, what do you need from me?

Did you refer a client to her?

Yeah, a coworker.

- Can you give us their name? - Ted Schramm.

Okay, is he here? Can we talk to him?

No, he transferred to another location.

He got a job as a manager there.

Let me guess. Manhattan?

Yeah.

You got his picture on file?

Come on.

Do you recognize this man?

He looks familiar from the initial consult

that you asked me about.

Take your time.

Yeah, that's him.

That's Keith Sparks.

What have we got, Captain?

Confirmation from Gretchen.

We think he's good for it?

For all three of them.

Got an address?

Yeah, he's a assistant manager

of a car rental place in Midtown.

Got enough for a warrant?

You better believe it.

So pick him up, and wear your vests.

- Copy. - Copy that.

Hey! NYPD.

Is Ted Schramm working today?

Yeah, he should be bringing a car down the elevator.

Ted Schramm?

- I'll take the back. - Call it in!

SVU Portable to Central, our suspect is in the elevator.

Let's form a perimeter.

And let's close the elevators down!

- You good? - Yeah!

Go, go, go! Go!

Don't move!

There's nowhere to go, man.

Aw, son of a bitch!

Ted Schramm?

Or whatever the hell your name is.

You're under arrest. Turn around.

You good? - Oh, yeah. I'm good.

Ted, I'm Captain Benson.

I was just filling Ted in on his rights.

Okay.

I don't have to talk to you.

That is true.

But if you don't, you'd be missing out on,

uh, some free therapy.

How do you mean?

All these women that were hurt,

they're therapists.

And, um, I thought that might appeal to you.

Basically, that's what an interrogation is.

It can be very therapeutic.

Especially if someone's carrying something.

Like shame or regret.

But you're right.

We don't have to do this.

So why don't you have somebody take him to central booking?

Got it.

No, wait.

What--what did you wanna ask me?

Well, Ted, I'm gonna be honest with you.

As an investigator, I'm--

I'm in a little over my head here.

I'm very impressed by crimes like this.

I mean, aren't you, Fin?

That's one way to put it.

In our jobs, we're forced to look

at some of the darkest corners of humanity.

But this is different.

How so?

This has an elegance to it,

like a, you know,

symbolism to it, you know?

And I've--I've had my fair share of therapy,

but, uh, not even remotely enough to understand

something like this.

I've been going to a psychiatrist since I was a kid.

Oh.

Was even institutionalized a few times.

That must have been very difficult for you.

So you've seen dozens of shrinks over the years?

Sort of makes you somewhat of an expert, I would say.

I guess.

Can you tell me why someone would blind these women?

Maybe whoever did it didn't wanna be seen.

- You mean identified? - No.

I mean, like, really seen.

For who they really are, like in their soul, yeah?

Deep inside?

Something like that.

So what is he?

Who is this?

Ted?

Everyone starts out this life as a baby.

So he was innocent,

at one point at least.

But then he probably got angry.

Why?

The lies,

that the world's full of wonder.

That only works for so long

until you start noticing the cracks.

Cracks?

I think we all notice those cracks, Ted.

Parents who said one thing but did another.

Right.

At school, it's the same--

teachers preaching fairness but playing favorites!

Eventually, he'd start to see the world for what it is.

So they probably made him get help,

thinking it might offer clarity.

But it never did.

Mm-mm.

Nothing but mental manipulation--

placing blame, shifting blame,

turning it all around!

They took him apart!

And they never put him back together.

No.

And that was her fault, Ted?

Not just hers--

all of them.

Don't you see?

He wanted deliverance.

He wanted to be free from the pain.

But all they did was talk and talk and talk and talk!

They couldn't help you,

so they needed to feel pain too.

Is that it?

Punishment should fit the crime.

And who better to dole it out than you?

Ted, but you didn't wanna do it, did you?

No.

I didn't.

I really didn't.

God, I am so tired.

Yeah.

So that's it?

It's over?

We have Ted Schramm in custody right now.

We also searched his apartment

and found the missing pages of your journal,

along with Dr. Wright's computer.

Thank you.

It's not a popular thing to believe in my profession,

but some people are just beyond help.

Well, I guess our jobs are pretty similar that way--

at least, it feels that way sometimes.

Yeah.

That means our time's up?

You have another patient already?

It's actually Gary.

He wanted to bring me dinner.

Oh, nice.

You take care of yourself.

Thank you.

You know, what happened to me isn't gonna keep me

from trying to help other people,

even if some of them are beyond it.

Well, like I said, um, our jobs are similar.

- Take care. - Thank you.

- Hey. Take care. - Yeah.

Hi.

How was Ted's arraignment?

He pled not guilty.

His lawyer's going for an insanity defense.

Oh, that's rich.

Yeah, no jury's gonna buy that.

These were premeditated murders.

This guy knew exactly what he was doing.

So he will never see the light of day?

Not when I get through with him.

As a result of their dedication

and devotion to duty, 16 detectives have

been designated Detective Second Grade.

And those detectives are Ezra Harvey.

Niki Robertson.

José Velasco.

I just wanna say, again,

what an honor it is to be here, Captain Benson.

Velasco, being a cop isn't some sort of penance.

Are we good?

We're good.

Command presence.

You showed real leadership, Velasco.

Thanks, Captain.