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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.

[indistinct chatter]

[Spin Doctors' "Two Princes"
playing faintly]

♪

[laughter]

This is it, folks.
It's moments like this

where it all comes down
to one shot at glory.

The crowd's on their feet
in Allentown tonight

to cheer on its hamper hero,

Crystal Sykes!

♪ And that's
some bread now ♪

♪ This one said he wants
to buy you rockets ♪

Shannah, I just want
to go to the pool.

Yeah, well, Mom said
we had to clean our room.

Okay, but this is your sock.

So why don't you just walk it
to the hamper?

Because that's boring, idiot.

Oh, my God, it stinks.

Eh, well, all the more reason
to make this shot.

With the game on the line,
Crystal makes the free throw!

Yeah!
[both grunt]

Shannah, phone call.

Who is it?

- Michael.
- Yuck.

Hey, don't say that.
He's nice.

Shannah, I'm melting.

Just go ahead without me.
I'll meet you there.

♪ Just go ahead now

♪ And if you'd
like to tell me "maybe" ♪

♪ Just go ahead now

♪ And if you would like
to buy me flowers ♪

♪ Just go ahead now...

[ominous music]

♪

Damn, girl.

Picked a hell of a day
to bike to the pool.

It's hot out here.

Not when I get there
it won't be.

Well, you ain't gonna
make it like that.

Tire's flat.

You got a bike pump?

No.

But I'm going to the pool,
same as you.

How about I give you a lift?

My sister should be coming
up the road any minute now.

Well, so you'll
beat her there.

My mom said not
to go with strangers.

[chuckles]
I ain't asking you to get in.

Come on.

Hop in the back with your bike.

What's the matter, silly?

Never rode in the bed
of a pickup truck before?

Have too.

Well, come on then.

Toss it up in there.

♪

Don't worry.

I'll help you.

[engine turns over]

♪

Hey.

- Hey.
- Thank you for meeting me.

You're the one who called.

Yeah, well,
you haven't come into work

since the Brouchard trial.

Yeah, I got your messages.

Yeah, and you didn't
call me back.

Uh, I'll take another.
And for my friend--

- No, thanks, I'm good.
- All right, just the one.

Thank you.

Look, I know that
I'm not your boss,

but is everything okay?

Oh, yeah.

Well, that is the most
"no" sounding "yeah"

I've ever heard in my life.

[laughs]

Thank you.

It was the, um,

anniversary of her
disappearance three days ago.

Oh, your sister?

Yeah, Crystal.

[pensive music]

So that's, uh--
that's why you went MIA?

Look, if you don't want
to talk to me, then...

how about a good therapist?

[scoffs]

I got my own way
of dealing with things, okay?

So listen, I talked to Clay,

and, uh,
he's putting me on a case.

There's a missing boy
in Wisconsin.

How come you don't just try
to find your sister?

Honestly,
I'd just rather move on.

Well, is this
your way of moving on?

- [laughs]
- Throwing a grenade

into your life
with a three-day bender?

All right. All right.

I know that you're too tough
for therapy and--

and closure, but, um--

but what about your parents?

My parents are 70.

You don't think they want
to know what happened?

I think it nearly killed them

when the wrong remains
were found 20 years ago.

And what if he's still
out there hurting young girls?

You've dedicated your life
to helping victims.

Okay. Okay.

I don't need to know
what happened to my sister

to do my job.

Listen, you're drunk,

so at least let me
drive you home, okay?

I guess I will see you
when I see you.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

Morning.

Good morning.

I can smell the mildew
on those files from here.

What case you working on,

disappearance
of the Lindbergh baby?

I caught a cold case
last night.

Last night?
I thought you were with Sykes.

Yeah, I was.

So what's happening with her?
Is she coming back?

You know, Fin, to be honest
with you, I really don't know.

I think, um,

Sykes has some stuff
that she needs to work out.

Some of that stuff
wouldn't have to do

with her missing sister?

Okay, you didn't exactly
catch a cold case.

It caught you.

Okay.

So I went through

Crystal Sykes' case files
on--on ViCAP.

Sykes know that?

No, and she doesn't need
to hear it from you.

Fair enough.

What'd you find out?

So ViCAP flagged
some other abduction cases

that were in Connecticut,
New Jersey, and New York.

But didn't Sykes grow up
in Allentown?

Yes, and that's why I think

that we're looking
at a marauder.

A serial predator
that works an area.

So Crystal Sykes had
Polaroids taken of her

that were found in the woods
as evidence.

Now, I found some other cases
that were similar.

So where do we start?

We get lucky, trace the guy
through the camera?

Well, I already woke up
this poor kid at TARU

at 3:00 in the morning

and hit a dead end
at the factory.

You know,
these Polaroids are analog.

No metadata.

You didn't happen to wake up
any of the white shirts

at 1PP, did you?

Uh, no.
Why would I do that?

Just wondering how they would
feel about Manhattan SVU

going after a 27-year-old case
in Allentown.

Well, luckily for us,
one of the cases

is actually
in our jurisdiction.

[suspenseful music]

Gwen Markham,
missing in 2002.

Well, at least
that's this century.

Look--and a body was
recovered.

And maybe there could be
some biological evidence

that they didn't think
was valuable, but is now.

That's worth looking into,
but this is gonna get messy.

I mean, we can keep this
from Sykes,

but what do we tell
the rest of the squad?

We tell them that
we're just doing our jobs.

We're looking
at six cold cases,

all missing girls over
a decade-long time span.

Why are we looking
into this now?

Because, uh, Carisi has
a case coming up on appeal--

- And?
- He asked me to look into it.

So there are two kinds
of serial predators.

There are commuters
and marauders.

Commuters travel to a given
location to find victims.

Marauders stick to one locale
but offend all around it.

In this case, the Northeast.

Yeah, that's his crime range.

So he lives
somewhere in here.

Hundred square miles.

Doesn't exactly
narrow it down.

- Yeah, where do we start?
- Actually, we start

with the one crime that was
in our jurisdiction--

Gwen Markham.

They located a body.

From 2002?

Did Homicide find any
forensic evidence on the body?

It was over 20 years ago,

but forensics has improved
exponentially since then.

We're gonna exhume her?

Yes, with permission
from the family.

So what's the overlap
of these two New York cases?

Markham and Dao
both went missing

while headed home alone.

So Gwen Markham
here in Washington Heights

and Kimberly Dao
in the Hudson Valley.

During the same time period?

About two years apart,
but it's close enough.

Now, Gwen Markham's family
still lives

in the same place they did
when she went missing.

They willing to talk?

We won't know
till we knock on their door.

Fin and I are gonna talk
to the Markhams.

Kim Dao has a father.
He owns a dry cleaners upstate.

Velasco and Bruno,
if you could talk to Mr. Dao.

And, Curry,
see if you can come up

with any labs on Gwen Markham.

Okay.

♪

Every weekend,
Gwen and I would ride our bikes

along the river,
down to the Village.

That weekend was no different.

So you and Gwen were
first cousins?

Mm-hmm.

You must have been close.

- They were the same age.
- She was like a sister to me.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to ask you

to take us back to the day
that Gwen went missing.

[sighs]

It was July 19th.
It was summer.

We were off from school.

Gwen and I just got back from
one of our long bike rides.

Before she left,
I asked her to pick up eggs.

She forgot.

So you sent her back out?

It wasn't even late.

Back then, you knew people
in the neighborhood by name.

They'd wave, say hello.

It still don't make no sense.

We looked for days,
everyone did.

My aunt and uncle--

we--we got all the tenants
in the building,

next door, the whole street.

After all that,

she was found by a dog.

[groans, scoffs]

Why are you dredging up
the past?

Mr. Markham, I appreciate
how--how hard this is,

how difficult it is.

But we're just looking
for any details

that the initial investigators
may have missed.

After 22 years, I still
remember her smile, her laugh.

But all the rest of that stuff,

the pain surrounding
the investigation,

we all locked it away
because it never went nowhere.

We understand
your frustration.

As far as I'm concerned,
we buried all this with Gwen.

And whoever took her,

I hope he's underneath
the ground now, too,

and that his soul
is burning in hell.

Lee, they only want to help.

[somber music]

I'm sorry.
- We don't mean to cause you

any more pain than you've
already gone through,

believe me.

The last time,
cops just gave up.

They left us
without any answers.

That's why we're here.

[cell phone buzzing]

If you would excuse me.

Of course.

Listen, if you think
of anything,

day or night, give us a call,
doesn't matter.

If you guys are gonna
start all this again,

you better finish it.

I would be happy to.

No, no, no.
It's not any trouble at all.

I--I think we can get there
in--in probably two hours.

Great.
Thank you so much,

and thank you
for calling me back.

Okay. See you soon.

- Who was that?
- I think I just figured out

a way around
our jurisdictional limitations.

- You did?
- That was the retired

detective on the Crystal Sykes
kidnapping case.

And he wants to talk to us?

What does he have to add
other than giving us

probable cause to include her
along with the New York cases?

Well, you can
ask him yourself...

after you drive us
to Allentown.

Come on, let's take the stairs.

My daughter is still
out there.

She's coming home one day.

It's good to have hope.

She's 38, a woman now.

Who knows?

Is that your daughter?

Yes, that's Kim.

She's beautiful.

Thank you.

I don't have
a more recent photo of her,

but I'm sure she still is.

Maybe she escaped
the man who took her

and just couldn't
find her way home.

Maybe she settled down
somewhere.

Maybe she got married.

[chuckling]
I might be a grandfather.

Mr. Dao, we've been going
over your daughter's case file.

Is there anything else
you can tell us

about Kim's disappearance?
- You know, something, um,

you wouldn't know to tell
the police back in 2000.

You mean the greeting cards?

[tense music]

- Greeting cards?
- What greeting cards?

Handwritten, from Kimmy,
for different holidays.

You're saying your daughter
sent you holiday cards?

For years
after she went missing.

And you think it was
Kim's writing?

One day they just stopped.

How long after they started?

Like I said, uh, a few years.

Haven't gotten one since.

You think maybe this means
Kimmy escaped?

Where are
these greeting cards now?

♪

I want them back...
[chuckles]

In case Kimmy asks
for them someday.

Lemonade.

Made it myself,
just like the wife used to.

Well, thank you,
Detective McCluskey.

I haven't been
Detective McCluskey

in 20 years now.
Please, call me Ed.

Ed.

I gotta say,
I was glad you called.

But why did you two
start looking

at Crystal Sykes's old case?

- Curiosity.
- You know, we came, uh,

across your name on ViCAP,
and we were wondering what--

what you remembered.

The thing
that case taught me--

memory is a monster.

I forget. It doesn't.

When's the last time
you got a call about her?

I keep in touch
with Shannah and her parents

from time to time,
exchange Christmas cards,

run into each other
every couple of years

in a supermarket.

But as far as hearing
from another cop,

this is the first time
in a long, long while.

♪

That photo looks a lot like
the one that Shannah showed me.

Who do you think
gave it to her?

How long ago?

After I found out she was
going to the FBI Academy.

What, you thought
it would motivate her?

I thought it might just
stop her from blaming herself.

But instead, Shannah just
locked it away in her purse.

Well, like you said,
memory is a monster.

Part of me thinks
that Crystal's case

is the only thing
keeping me alive.

You know, maybe the same goes
for Shannah.

Maybe she thinks that,
if she solves this case,

it'll take away the one thing
that's driving her.

Is that why you're going
behind her back?

Lying has a bad rap,

but it can be
pretty therapeutic.

Especially when you're going
for a greater truth.

Look, we put together
a geographic Venn diagram.

We've narrowed down
the perp's home base

to about
a hundred square miles.

You gonna tell her
you're looking into it?

As soon as you find the guy.

- Me?
- We can't look

outside of New York
on this one.

Not without catching
a rain of hellfire from 1PP.

Well, I'm gonna catch
a rain of hellfire from Shannah

if she finds out
I'm looking into it.

Well, I'm not gonna tell her,
and neither is he.

Are you?

No.

Then we will send you
everything we have.

What the hell else
have I got to do?

Lab get anything
off those greeting cards?

Well, I see
the sender was smart enough

to leave off
the return addresses.

But what they didn't know--
on the backside

of every letter is
a small barcode.

- It's called a VES tag.
- And?

TARU traced
the point of origin

to a PO box
in Bayonne, New Jersey.

A name attached?

Yeah, Ronald Givens.

He have a record?

He had a DUI in the '80s.

Other than that, he's clean.

Okay.
You get in contact with him?

Not without a Ouija board.

Givens died in 2012.

But he had a son
named Ronnie Jr.

So head out to Jersey and see
what this Givens guy remembers

about his father.

And then we have Gwen Markham.

Yeah, managed to locate
her grave out in Queens.

Did you track down the tech
who did the original work?

Found one guy who was just
an assistant tech at the time.

He remembers him
and his old supervisor

pulling samples, but--

- Nothing conclusive?
- No.

But that doesn't mean anything.

I mean, like you said,
technology's made

leaps and bounds since then.

It's at least enough
for a request for exhumation.

Look, I'm going to get Carisi

to push through
the court order, right?

It should be straightforward,

provided the parents
go along with it.

From what you said
about how they reacted

to a whole new set of cops
showing up,

it's a pretty big if.

My dad didn't send those.

Well, we think he did.

Kim Dao went missing
back in the summer of 2000.

Sure, I remember.
It was all over the local news.

Well, someone sent these
greeting cards to her father.

"Dear Dad, Daddy, I miss you.
Love, Kim."

Again, my dad
didn't send those.

Well, they came from a PO box
in your dad's name.

I know.

I sent them.

You sent them?

I was 14, same age as Kim.

You tortured her poor father.
You gave him false hope.

I was only trying to help.

Well, you're gonna have
to walk me through that.

I thought Kim was
kind of cute

when I saw her picture
on the news.

I--I bonded with her.

You mean
you fantasized about her.

I remember seeing
her dad on TV

pleading for her safe return.

I also read that the police
investigation was stalled,

so I--I figured
if he got some letters,

it might give them a reason
to keep looking.

And then what?

She'd get rescued
and invite you to prom?

I was an unpopular kid
who wanted his life

to be as big as what I was
reading in true crime books.

So what happened?
Why'd you stop?

I moved onto other stuff.

[tense music]

Anything else
I can help you with?

Actually, there is.

You know,
if you'd licked the envelopes,

you could have saved us a trip.

Open up and say "ah."

So the greeting cards
were sent to Kim Dao's father

by a teenager?

A true crime buff
with a vic fetish.

Yeah, he was 14
when Kim Dao went missing.

Doesn't rule him out
as a suspect.

Well, we have his DNA.

So when we exhume Gwen,

we have something
to test it against.

Gwen's been buried
for over 20 years.

If the ground was wet
or the coffin got ruptured...

[cell phone buzzes]
Who says we'll even get

a viable sample?
- Ah, it's Carisi.

Hey, how'd it go?

What?

What happened?

I kn--I know, but can't you--

Okay.

No, I understand.

So the court order was denied.

You were right.

Her parents don't want

their daughter's
grave site disturbed.

There's got to be
another way around that, no?

What about the cousin, Cal?

He did seem pretty gung-ho
about solving it.

Maybe we can use him
to talk to the parents.

Let's do that.

So this is
where she went missing...

At least from what we think,

'cause the cops found
the carton of eggs

that she went out to buy
in the trash over there.

With your aunt and uncle
standing in our way,

it's gonna be next
to impossible to exhume Gwen.

Well, you're the cops.

Can't you just, like,
subpoena them or something?

Yeah, unfortunately,
it doesn't work like that.

With no new evidence,

our DA's gonna tell us
to pound sand.

So do you think
you can talk sense into them?

I'll try.

But my uncle's head is harder
than the wood on that bench.

Well, you were the last one
to see her alive, weren't you?

[laughs dryly] Yeah.

Before she went missing,
we made a plan to meet

at a handball court in
a schoolyard not far from here.

My friend Tony, we were gonna
teach her how to play.

- So you have an alibi?
- I told those cops

everything I know
back in the day.

And as soon as they hit
a dead end just like this,

they start gunning for me
as a suspect.

Did you help them?
Were you--were you honest?

Yeah, you're damn right
I told them the truth.

I wanted to find
whoever hurt Gwen.

I still do.

You know what?
You--you two,

you talked
a real big game yesterday.

But it turns out you're just
like all the other cops.

He's right, you know.

No, he's not.

This case went cold
for a reason, Liv.

Hey, Cal. Wait up.

We're not giving up on Gwen,
and neither should you.

I'm sick
of feeling powerless.

Well, then do something
about it.

Look, you were young
when Gwen went missing.

But you're not
a helpless teenager anymore.

You're a grown man.
Maybe there were details

about this case
that you wanted to forget,

that you filed away,
that you kept hidden,

because you weren't ready
to deal with them.

I need you to rack your brain,

because if your aunt and uncle
won't help us...

[soft suspenseful music]

We need to bring
something bigger to court.

Like what?

Like new evidence.

A new suspect?

Something that will cut
through the red tape.

♪

How'd the cousin take it?

He's frustrated.

The guy lost hope
a long time ago.

Can't say I blame him.

But without that court order,

Gwen Markham doesn't get us
any closer to our marauder.

You track down next of kin

for any of the other
open cases?

No one who was willing
to talk.

[cell phone buzzes]
- Yeah, we're stuck

with what we have
in front of us.

We can re-canvass
the Markham case

and go after old witnesses.

I already tried,
just a bunch of circles.

Hey, guys,
I got to take this.

Ed.

Captain, um, I got a copy
of that map you sent me,

and it got me thinking
about the Polaroids.

Polaroids, why?

Particularly in the other
two cases, where--

where the Polaroids were found
in the woods, uh,

Scranton, Cherry Hill--
just like Crystal's.

If I didn't know better,
I would say

that the guy got married
around those years.

Why would you say that?

Well, the Polaroids
are souvenirs, right?

And he was suddenly scared

somebody he loved
would find them.

Absolutely.

Uh, Ed--Ed, I got to go.

[soft dramatic music]

Cal, what's going on?

I did it.

I killed Gwen.

So I raped and killed
my own cousin.

♪

So this guy just walks in
and confesses

to a 22-year-old murder?
- Apparently so.

So what's the play here?

Take his confession,
you and Curry.

All right, by the book.

We Mirandize him,
record the statement.

I expect nothing less
from you, Captain.

Mr. Markham,
do you understand

the rights
I've just read to you?

I do.
I don't need a lawyer.

Okay, then.
What do you want to tell us?

I've been waiting for
this moment for a long time.

[tense music]

It was me. I killed Gwen.

Walk us through
what happened.

[stammering] You know how I--
I told those original cops

that I was supposed
to meet Gwen

at a handball court nearby?

You had an alibi.

Your friend Tony said you
were at the courts with him.

Yeah, that's the thing.

He, uh--Tony lied for me.

The truth is, is that I went
to the deli with her.

And, uh, I--I tried to get her

to do stuff with me
on the walk back.

Your own cousin?

Yeah, I know it's sick.

But... I was having
a bad time that summer.

I was lonely. I was angry.

I'd watch her
get dressed sometimes,

and I'd wonder.

Okay.

Then what?

Then she tried screaming,
and it freaked me out.

So, uh, I put my hand
on her throat,

you know, just to try
to get her to quiet down.

And, uh, she stopped breathing.

[clears throat]
So I hid her body

behind a rock wall
under some brush.

[sniffles]

Mr. Markham,

is there a reason
why you're confessing now?

So, uh,
everyone can have closure...

All of us,

including me.

What'd you say to him

at the park
when you went after him?

I told him that
we're not giving up,

but... we needed new evidence.

And then, poof, magically
he makes a full confession?

Well, I didn't
put him up to it.

And the only way to clear him

is to exhume
Gwen Markham's body.

If you think that
that's a false confession,

then you and I both know
that's the only way to do it.

And funnily enough,
it's also the best way

to ID Crystal Sykes's killer.

Yes, and I'm just
as surprised as you are.

This guy's going to Rikers.

And if it makes you feel
more comfortable,

I can have him sent to the
Brooklyn House of Detention.

And what happens
if there's no DNA on the body?

DNA is
a very durable molecule.

If it's there,
the M.E. will find it.

For this guy's sake,

I hope so.

What are we looking for?

Low-level touch samples,
residual semen--

No, I mean, why is Benson
so obsessed with this case?

You know Benson, bringing
closure to the families.

Yeah, but this is
a bit above and beyond,

don't you think?

Captain, some good news
from the lab.

They found DNA
on Gwen's body?

Touch DNA, and they were able

to pull a profile
from the traces of semen.

We get an actual match?

- Excluding Cal...
- Okay, good.

And our true crime nut,
Ronnie Jr.

But nothing in CODIS
on the actual perp?

Not so far.

All right, what about
the genealogical websites?

They're working on that.

[soft tense music]

♪

Jane Doe?

Might as well have had
the common courtesy

to use her name.
- Shannah, listen to me.

I can explain all of this.
- I asked you to leave

my sister's case alone.

What, you didn't think I'd--
I'd find out

with all my contacts
in Allentown?

Of course I did.

But I read
your sister's file...

[laughing dryly]
Well, hold on.

It looks like you did
a little more than that.

I mean, look at this board.
- And I found

that there were
five other missing girls.

This is not about the vics.

This is not about me.

This is about you.

This guy has been at this
for over 30 years.

- Mm-hmm.
- There are five other

open cases, which means
there are five other families

involved in this, Shannah.

So it's not about you

or me or Crystal.
- Oh, okay.

- It's bigger than us.
- You know what?

Allentown PD paid a visit
to my parents today.

My mother called me crying.

- What can I do?
- I want you to leave it alone.

I'm sorry, but I--

I can't do that.

Embedding here was a mistake.

I'm sorry you feel that way,
because I certainly don't.

Good luck
with your open cases.

I hope they help distract you

from your own endless amounts
of baggage.

I know that this is painful--

Johnny D.

William Lewis.

You think you're the only one

who can look
into someone's background?

♪

Hey, Fin, I really don't need
an "I told you so" from you.

Have I ever?

No, you haven't, but...

probably should have
told Sykes.

It's better to ask for
forgiveness than permission,

the 16th Precinct way, right?

I don't see forgiveness
coming my way anytime soon.

But we did get new forensics
off Gwen's body.

At least you were right
about that.

And what about Cal, sitting
in the Brooklyn House of D

on a false confession?

Carisi said he'll
work it out with the DA.

[cell phone buzzes]

Ah.

Well, I hope I don't have
to ask for more forgiveness.

Hey.

Carisi says he'll ROR
Cal Markham by end of day.

Okay.

You want me to tell Cal
the good news, or you want to?

Well let's--let's both do it.

And who's gonna tell
Bruno and Curry

they got fed
a false confession?

You're the sergeant.

[laughs]
I'll tell Bruno,

but the last thing I need is
Curry going all IAB on my ass.

Okay.

My client did not murder
his cousin.

- And we know that.
- But he did confess.

I did, and I'd do it again.

I just wanted to find
the real killer.

And we know that, too.

So did you find this guy?

We're getting closer.

We got a DNA hit off her body.

- And?
- We're still tracing it.

Meanwhile, when is my client
getting out of here?

I spoke with the ADA, and
the charges will be dropped.

- When?
- We're working on that.

I don't care,
just as long as you find

whoever killed Gwen.
Promise me that.

I'll tell you
what we can promise you,

that we're doing
everything we can.

Well, all said and done,
Cal won't be able

to sue the department,
not when it was his idea.

Huh, great news.

Curry got a genealogical match
off the DNA.

- How much of a match?
- Thank you.

A daughter, Hanna Kincaid, 35,

lives in Bridgewater,
New Jersey.

I did that genetic test
so long ago.

My husband didn't believe
that I have Welsh blood.

Proved him wrong.

Best part of any marriage.

But what does this have to do

with a police investigation
in Manhattan?

We're looking
into a series of crimes

that ended over 20 years ago.

I don't understand.

We have DNA evidence
that you might

be a genealogical match to
a person we're interested in,

a male relative.

That's impossible.

The person we're looking for

would be in their 60s
or 70s by now.

You know anybody
in that age range?

Just my dad.
He turned 72 last month.

But my father is not
a criminal.

He coached my T-ball team,

took us camping.

What did he do for a living?

Insurance claims adjuster.

Let me guess, traveled a lot
around the East Coast?

[tense music]

Oh, he's a good man.

He goes to church,
has grandchildren.

He's been happily married
to my mother for 40 years.

Today is their anniversary.
I'm headed there now.

Where's the party?

You ready to blow out
our candles, sweetheart?

[laughter]

[inhales deeply]

[cheers]

Thank you. Thank you.

♪

Can I help you?

What's this?

We're looking
for Richard Kincaid.

Well, that's my husband.
Who are you people?

Manhattan SVU.

What's going on?

We have some questions
we need to ask him.

Where is he?

Hey!

Hey. NYPD.

Hey!

Hands on your head.

Do you like taking photos
of young girls?

Wh-wh--I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, then what's
with the go bag?

Huh?
Packed and ready to flee--

a stack of cash,
change of clothes,

and a .357.

Sitting here waiting
all these years.

You've been
expecting us, huh?

Richard, what's going on?

Rich--no.
- I don't understand this.

I mean, why are you doing
this to me?

For Crystal
and for all the other girls.

It's over, Richard.

I need you
to search everywhere.

Rip this house apart
if you have to.

We know that he liked
to keep Polaroids as trophies.

So there's got to be
a stash somewhere.

You didn't hide the Polaroids
when you got married.

You hid them when she was
old enough to find them.

♪

So one of our dogs found this
out behind your home.

This is Gwen Markham.
Do you remember her?

She disappeared
from a park in Manhattan.

That photo looks like
a long time ago.

It was.

But we just found out that

your DNA matches the DNA
on her body.

A 22-year-old sample.
It's degraded.

A well-preserved sample
like this,

half-life's over 500 years.

This is Kim Dao.
She went missing

while riding her scooter home
from a sleepover,

Middletown, New York.

[tense music]

Peyton Freeman,

she was walking
to a gas station

to buy her stepdad cigarettes.

Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

You may have DNA
in the Markham case,

but you have no genetic
evidence tying my client

to any of these other cases.

Okay, so how do you explain

the Polaroids found stashed
in the woods?

For all you know,
he found them in the woods,

like the kids who found
Crystal Sykes's Polaroids.

That's right. I found them.

You found them?

Well, aside from being

a marauder-type
serial predator,

your client's a very bad liar.

MO is the same.

Teenage girls taken.

They were alone, no witnesses,
all in the Northeast.

♪

Crystal Sykes,

she was biking
to a local swimming pool.

You cut and dyed her hair.

- I remember her.
- Richard,

I'd advise you to stop talking.

He's already looking at life
in prison for Gwen's murder.

And Pennsylvania has
the death penalty.

What do you want?

I want to know
where these bodies are buried.

And if you cooperate with me,
then the Pennsylvania DA

will try to avoid
capital punishment.

And that way you get
to see your wife,

you get to see
your grandchildren.

Richard, I advise you
against this.

No.

I could live
for another 20 years.

I want to see
my grandkids grow up.

Well, that's a lot more
than your victims

or their families
will ever have.

I'll show you
where the girls are buried--

all of them.

♪

I made the choice to kill her
after finding this place--

a beautiful place
for a beautiful young girl.

Peyton almost talked me out
of strangling her.

My whole life had felt
pretty pointless

until I started this.

These girls were so pretty,
so young.

I wanted them to stay that way.

♪

[door opens]

- Hey.
- Hi.

Where's the M.E.?
- I asked him

to give us a minute.

Is that her?

[soft dramatic music]

You know, um,

if you want to be sure...

Are you asking me for DNA?

♪

I asked you to leave it alone.

Why didn't you?

I did it for Crystal.

[choking up]
It really hurts.

Please tell me what I can do.

[crying] I'm sorry.

Just give me some space
for a sec.

♪

[sobbing]

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]