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In New York City's war on crime, the worst criminal offenders are pursued by

detectives of the Major K Squad.

These are their stories.

Told you, she's like clockwork.

The usual?

Thought you were out of here.

Yeah, after tonight.

What am I gonna do?

Quit getting high, study hard, go to Harvard.

I'm gonna miss you.

You going somewhere?

No way.

You're 200 short.

Come on, they're matchboxes. Of Indian hay with a swisher for your boyfriend.

I'll pay you tomorrow.

I don't have it now. I'm leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning, 10 o 'clock. Same place we met last time. Fine, I'll take

till then. I need that. And I need $200.

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

Hey, listen, Justin, there's something I've been meaning to tell you.

I'm done.

Yeah, right.

I mean it. I'm leaving.

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

What are you going to do, milk goats?

It's a farm.

I don't care what the hell it is. Stay here.

You're my top earner.

And you're short.

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

On your way to the goat herd?

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

No, I'm not.

Is that right?

You want to go? Good luck.

I don't think the bouncer let three trash into the bar.

Hey,

hey.

You stupid bitch.

Come here.

I'm going to kill you.

What's going on?

Nothing. I can handle it.

He's still outside.

Maybe I better hang for a few minutes.

You're bleeding.

There's antiseptic in the bathroom.

Damn, I am bleeding.

Hey, you think I could take a shower?

No, my apartment hasn't had hot water for a week.

Sure.

almost human again.

He's gone.

That's all your mom's stuff?

God.

I'm sorry she died, Henry.

She was a nice lady.

She was.

If you're in some kind of trouble... No, he's with Max. I'm leaving.

Leave? Yeah, to Vermont.

My cousin has a farm there.

My life here... I just want to get right.

You know what I mean?

Hey, what do you think?

I don't know.

I'll miss your mom.

When you used to come over and visit her, it was fun talking to you.

All this ice cream cone?

Thank you.

What are you doing?

You kissed me.

I gotta go.

No, no, not yet.

We can talk.

I mean, we...

We can talk.

Oh, no, later, later.

Later, I'll come back.

No, Grace, Grace, just let me... No, stop it! What are you, some kind of

perverse? No, don't... All those times you were just being friendly?

I was.

I am.

There's something wrong with you.

Oh, no, that's not right.

No, help!

No. Hey! Hey!

No! Sam!

Garbage truck driver spotted her before he dumped the load.

Assistant M .E. put the time of death between midnight and 4 a .m. Found a

wallet in her pocket.

I .D. from a fancy prep school.

Home address on 5th Avenue.

So here I am, Major K.

He's dead just the same as anyone else, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

Sorry.

For what?

I'm late.

Understandable. What is?

Nothing. Yeah, being pregnant is not an excuse.

No, of course not. You're late, and it's not understandable.

Correct. So, without calling further attention to this offensive, yet highly

uncharacteristic breach of discipline, take a look at Seth and the Mantis. Oh,

someone was angry.

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

No.

Tell them to smell what I do.

Egg for young, wet nylon, dog crap.

Bleach.

Can't we bleach the body?

That's just what I thought.

Excuse me.

It's understandable.

That's awful.

A girl in a dumpster.

Yeah, with your wallet. We thought it was you.

But... I'm all right. I mean, you can see. But thank you so much for checking.

Don't you want your credit cards back there?

Sure. Do you have them?

Who is it, dear?

Can I call you later? Give me your card or something?

Actually, we'd like your help figuring out who the dead girl is.

How would I know?

How would you know what?

Somebody stole my wallet at the library. When?

You didn't say anything.

We found your daughter's wallet in the pocket of a dead girl in a dumpster

downtown.

Betsy, I thought we were done with this.

Done with what?

Dope. Mom, it's just pot.

The girl with your wallet?

Her name was Grace, okay, and she dealt at McDeals.

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

I haven't got much more for you.

COD was blunt force trauma.

Hmm.

Personal. Very.

Here. A single post -mortem incision made with a jagged edge blade.

The killer's first thought was to cut her in pieces and dispose of the body.

He was angry enough to beat her to death, but not so angry he could cut her

And what about the bleach?

The killer gave her a full bath, inside and out.

And he washed her clothes.

And tossed her in a dumpster. So we're going to have issues with cross

-contamination.

At least we can find out who she was.

The prince came back as Grace Purifoy. She lived two blocks from where her body

was found.

She sold drugs at private schools uptown.

Two jubies for possession. Looks like she had a promising career as a

abuser. She kicks to the 9th precinct.

Jesse Madison is a major case, but Grace Purifoy is not. That is correct.

You beg to differ.

Well, I could say that this is not just another murder.

But that would imply that there's such a thing as just another murder, which is

a terrible thing to say, since just a murder should never be used in the same

sentence. Well, following that logic, then every case is a major case.

Yes. Which is why you are not in charge.

We are not the low -level drug dealer from the East Village Case Squad. We're

called Major Case for good reason. Yeah, well, what if the victim doesn't give

us a reason, but the killer does?

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

That's not wrong to know.

Could be pretty...

Major, or he watches too much CSI.

48 hours, then Grace Purifoy kicks back to the 9th.

Um, uh,

Gorin called from Tennessee, Captain. He needs you to call that sheriff.

What hospital?

St. Vincent's. You have a bag pack?

It's in the locker room.

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

In between screams, she told me you fought to keep this case.

What else did she tell you? That you require adult supervision.

After you.

My baby.

My little girl.

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

Do you know where Grace was last night?

She just went out.

Do you know who she was with?

She had a friend.

Paj or something.

Paj. Was he Indian?

Do you have a last name?

No. Maybe a phone number?

No.

No. No. This was Grace's room.

Yeah.

My baby.

Who's that?

Cousin.

Beautiful country.

Grace went there last year. She couldn't stop talking about it.

There's a bus ticket in New York to Montpelier.

So, Ben. It's me.

I came as soon as I could. You okay?

Are you guys cops?

Detectives Eames and Nichols, and you are?

Nate.

Henrik.

Where's my friend?

I can see that. Good friend.

Maybe if we came back later, you might be able to remember more.

I'm fine.

I won't be any different later.

You might be sober.

My baby girl was killed.

What am I supposed to do?

She was drunk now because Grace was dead. She was drunk yesterday because

wasn't. Or because it was Tuesday.

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

Grace kept this on her pillow like it was a dream, someplace to get away from

all this.

I heard you got away for a few years.

You feeling some kind of kindred spirit?

I try to avoid transferential relationships with dead people. It's

-sided.

So what is it?

That mother.

Ceci Madison.

The bleach.

Vermont.

It all feels so unconnected.

What's next?

Before I left, this guy was the go -to criminalist for unsolved cases involving

minors, all the kids who might have fallen through the cracks.

Attention to detail. Total follow -through. He lived for the work.

People noticed they made him the head of the lab.

I'm still sure he'll have time for this. It was his passion. He wrote a book.

He's a TV -talking head now.

Good for him. He deserves it. Best lab guy I ever met.

Hello? Come in.

Henry?

Very impressive.

They're just old cases.

Oh, don't be modest. Right here, the McClanahan girl.

You pulled DNA off of a shovel that had been in the ocean for a week. I just

hope the book helps people appreciate the role of forensic science.

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

The body was bleached and dumped in the garbage. The ME sent tissue samples and

her clothes.

Then I'm sure we're dealing with it, but I wouldn't be optimistic.

Hey, you weren't optimistic about Suzanne March either, were you?

Nobody was, but you identified the tool marks.

That was back when I had a budget, detective.

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

I know you, Henry.

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

I'll see what I can do.

Last time I talked to Henry Muller, he told me he was too busy to talk to me.

Oh, well, I begged in a professional way. He's taking a look. We may have to

upgrade Grace's mother from totally useless to functionally clueless. You

Paj? In the alias registry, there's a drug dealer with priors who's out on

for an assault case.

Justin Lennox, who sells uptown Park Avenue. Justin.

Hey, Jay.

Paj. Looks like you might make your 48 hours.

Never heard of her.

Does this help?

No can do.

This conversation is going so well, I think we should continue it at our

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

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

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

I already told you.

Just try. Here, let me help you focus.

All right, get off me.

If you did this, we're going to get you, just to make sure we all understand.

I don't even have to talk to you.

And what am I supposed to do on weekends?

Hire temps from Cops R Us? I'm sorry. Criminals don't take unpaid furloughs.

Thank you.

Henry, tough times all over, huh?

A Rabkin shooting.

Your suspect filed down the gun barrel, but we got him on bullet batching.

Personal delivery.

I'm honored.

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

I heard he paid you a visit.

He did.

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

48 hours.

Clock's ticking.

You got anything yet?

They're on one guy, but how's it going on your end?

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

Excuse me.

What's up, Dr. Muller? I need to reexamine something on the evidence on

stabbing in Soho, page number RD735.

You know where it is?

No idea.

All the way back, then go right.

I got your message. You found something?

I really didn't have the time, but I stayed late last night, and yes.

Only you, Henry.

Only because nobody else would fall for your soft soap.

I got a viable tissue sample from under one of the girl's fingernails. This one.

And we pulled a match from CODIS.

Some kid who's out on bail on an assault charge. Name of Justin Lennox. That

mean anything to you?

Henry, you're a god.

Trust is such an important part of a relationship, don't you think, Justin?

We've already agreed that my client did, in fact, know Grace Purefoy. That's not

what he told us when we met him.

I forgot.

I suppose you forgot how your DNA got underneath her fingernails, too.

We had an argument.

An argument?

About the drugs she was selling for you?

She didn't sell for me. Justin?

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

How noble of you, trying to set the poor girl straight.

Why not?

She's a decent kid.

So to make her even more decent, you attacked her?

The more she attacked me, she was kind of hot -tempered, you know?

She was leaving you, Justin.

She was, uh, going to Vermont.

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

I want to talk to my client.

Alone.

This guy's a moron. It'll take about ten more minutes. I'm calling the D .A.

Don't bother. He has an alibi.

He didn't mention one?

Because he doesn't know he has one.

From midnight until four in the morning, Justin Lennox was playing video games

with a fellow drug dealer.

Someone narcotics was sitting on.

They saw him enter the building, and they saw him leave.

Well, he could have gone out the back door and come back in.

Right. Since when is Justin Lennox, Dr. Evil, criminal mastermind, evading

surveillance he didn't even know exists?

Good point.

Starting tomorrow, everyone goes back to where they belong. Grace Purifoy goes

to the ninth.

You catch the next major case.

I went over her from head to toe again.

No viable foreign DNA. Nothing hidden in a nook or a cranny.

I didn't just breathe through my exam the first time, Nichols, but to be

I don't know how Henry got the results he did. I don't know how he got any

results. Bleach job?

It was thorough.

Every sample I pulled was compromised.

Mm -hmm.

Interesting.

I don't want to get into an interdepartmental fight with Henry

ball with his people. They play ball with us.

Yeah, but it seems like Henry's playing with an invisible ball.

There's no evidence on the body.

You work these cases year after year. You watch one dirtbag after another get

away with murder because he got done lucky enough not to leave the right

So what? Henry goes the extra mile to get the bad guys and finds evidence that

isn't there? I don't know.

Maybe he hit pay dirt somehow, but the guy is writing books. He's on TV.

More incentive to keep his batting average up.

Are you asking yourself the same question I am?

Probably not.

Unless you're asking if there's ever been a single blemish on Henry Muller's

record. A case thrown out, test results questioned.

Why would I be asking myself that?

Because Henry might be fudging evidence, but departmental commendation,

mayor's service award.

His mother died last month. Listen to this. Survived by her son, Henry Muller,

the noted forensic scientist.

Mrs. Muller was a lifelong resident.

On 7th Street on the Lower East Side.

Grace Purefoy lived on 7th Street.

Same block.

Is that a coincidence?

I wonder why you never mentioned that.

You have now officially lost your mind.

Think about it logically.

There's nothing logical about the thought that the head of the crime lab

murdered a teenage drug dealer.

His mother lived across the street from Grace Purifoy, which he never mentioned.

He pulled non -existent evidence off of the body and claimed that it belonged to

Justin Lennox, which was a perfect frame.

And how would he even know you're looking at Justin Lennox? Is he a mind

as well as a scientist?

No, but he can read. He was here

yesterday, if I may, in your office.

Then you saw this.

Besides Henry Muller and the shooter on the grassy knoll, are you looking at any

other suspects?

I think we at least have to take a look at the mother's boyfriend, Nate.

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

Maybe there was somebody in her apartment she wanted to get away from.

I know you find that awfully mundane, Nichols, but check it out.

By the way, it's a girl.

Oh, we should... You sent roses.

Where was I when Grace was killed?

Where were you, honey?

Wasn't I here?

I don't know.

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

I've got to say, Nate, that's a pretty lousy alibi.

I don't need an alibi. I would never hurt Grace. I liked Grace.

How much?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm not going there.

Is that what Grace said?

She's saying you're messing with Grace.

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

You're sure about that?

What is it with you?

You wouldn't mind if we took in a few of Grace's things, would you?

Nice to see you keeping an open mind.

What do you mean?

I mean, we're getting Henry long enough to take Grace's clothes and get them

tested to see if there's too much nade on them.

Oh, yeah. I guess I can do that, too.

Yeah, it's disappointing.

Very disappointing.

I thought that Lennox guy was our guy.

But his alibi was that good.

Yeah, rock solid. I guess the DNA you found was from the fight that he had

Grace. We can find the evidence. We can't always tell you when it got there.

Yeah, I guess it's true.

I guess that's that.

This may be one of those cases where you just have to hope.

Just have to hope what?

Hope.

that the case will eventually get solved.

Yeah, I hope so too.

In this uncertain world, People take a certain comfort in scientific verities.

Especially when they put people in jail, I suppose.

Yes, yes.

How are you maintaining your standards in the face of all these budget cuts?

It's not easy.

There's still a certain cowboy mentality in some police divisions.

I'm going to ask the commissioner to get them to stand back and accept that we

can't jump to their service every time they call.

Any bets on what division it is that has that cowboy mentality?

Horse Patrol.

Congratulations. You have now made an enemy of one of the most influential

members of our department. Not only for yourself, but for the entire Major Case

Squad. What does that tell you?

It tells me we're going to be running DNA tests on our own high school

sets.

Don't you see? He's striking back.

He's cornered. He's guilty.

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

division. You're endangering your entire career.

I'm trying to catch a murderer, isn't that what we're supposed to be doing

around here? Murderer? You stick a girl in a short skirt, and he blinked.

Maybe he had dust in his eye.

When you were my partner, you trusted me on things like this.

When I was your partner, Zach, I almost got suspended once a month.

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

Purefoy case.

I had a call from your Captain Ross last night.

Really? Said you were moving on, handing off the Purefoy case.

I know you're disappointed.

I only wish there'd been more that I could have done, poor girl.

I'm not disappointed.

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

I still am.

I still will.

But, uh...

Captain Ross?

He doesn't control my free time.

I'm going to work that case nights, weekends, days off. I'll knock on every

in that neighborhood until I find somebody who knows something about

That sounds a bit obsessive.

Isn't that what people say about you?

I suppose so.

Oh, I take sugar.

How about you?

Plain.

This reminds me somehow of a case I had a few years back.

An immigrant bride was killed by her chemist husband when he found out she

wasn't a virgin. He poisoned her in front of ten family members.

The M .E. didn't catch it.

Thodium fluoroacetate, or ginger ale. Death was put down to ventricular

arrhythmia.

You figured it out?

I got lucky.

It can be so darn easy to kill someone if you really know what you're doing.

if you brew green tea too long.

Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.

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

Are you listening to Henry's book?

Not yet.

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

Uh, you know, the feeling is mutual. I went to see him this morning, and, uh,

I'm pretty sure he tried to kill me.

Mm -hmm.

But he didn't.

But, uh, he might try again.

He sort of told me.

What's new with you?

Uh, well, I took some of Grace's clothes to an FBI lab and called in a favor.

They found male DNA.

Ross took us off that case.

He took you off the case.

I'm still thinking the mother's boyfriend, who, as it turns out, has an

outstanding warrant for assault in Ohio, which gets us his DNA.

Exactly.

Let's go arrest him.

I heard you were in the building.

Oh, it's Nichols. He's driving me crazy about the purefoy girl.

He called in a favor at Columbia Medical School, had them run a CT and MRI scans

of the body.

A virtual autopsy? It's experimental and pricey, but it works.

It picked up a small area of internal paramortem bleeding, probably when she

being cleaned out.

Whoever was in there left a hair.

Well. That's a break.

I gather you're a little backed up.

Oh. Oh.

It's all right.

I'll give it my personal attention.

I was with Karen, all right? The mother, not the daughter. What kind of a creep

do you think I am?

You weren't with Karen the night Grace was killed.

We're on and off. You know how it is. How were you lately? More on or more

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

No. Heard you had a new suspect.

Grace's mother's boyfriend, who's not giving anything up for the moment.

Why didn't he turn up earlier?

We got distracted by bad theories.

Some of us did. This is our guy. He's got a prior conviction for child

molestation in Illinois, and they found his DNA on Grace's clothing.

We already looked at those. Not the ones she was killed in.

Uh, clothing from her apartment.

They nailed this guy.

Rogers found a hair in the girl's body. She said you wanted to take a reference

sample off him.

You want to do the honors?

Mm -hmm.

I'm tired.

You're tired.

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

We gotta go through all this again?

You guys are wrong.

You never touched her, not once, ever.

She was a kid.

I touched her like you touch a kid. And how was that, me?

Exactly. James just started another run at him. We'll get there.

I think I can help.

His hair is a match.

You sure?

No doubt.

It's done.

I'll just leave this with Captain Ross. We're done with him, Henry.

Not with you.

Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, what do you mean?

The hairs don't match.

I took the reference sample myself.

Right. You had his hair.

But the hair that Rogers gave you didn't come from Grace's body.

It came from me. And I didn't kill her.

What the hell is wrong with you, Nichols? I am fed up with your games.

Your captain told me they were over.

He lied to you, too.

Nate doesn't have a prior molestation conviction.

You knew Grace.

I mean, you've all gone nuts here. Your mother lived across the street from her.

Oh, and you know everyone who lives across the street from your mother?

find people who saw you together. Who? That mother of hers? Oh, that'll be

testimony.

Because we both know that Grace's mother is a stone alcoholic, right?

Mm -hmm.

With a mother like that, she probably spent a lot of time outside.

You start playing a young girl, so innocent, so pretty.

You live in a world of stories. It's your job, fabricating narratives.

Get out of my way. You've always liked young girls.

It's your specialty, right? How many times have you solved their cases?

Yeah, with evidence, not guesses, conjectures.

Okay, evidence.

The night that Grace was killed, she had a fight with Justin Lennox. He saw her

run away in the direction of your mother's apartment.

You told us that you found his DNA on her body, but there was no usable DNA on

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

And you got Lennox's DNA from his assault file in the evidence room, which

entered on the pretext of looking at a stabbing in Soho, even though the

detective in charge of that case...

Never made a request to re -examine evidence.

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

I wanted to nail things down.

That victim had been stabbed multiple times. Yes, that victim.

A 15 -year -old girl.

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

Isn't that what we do?

Help those who can no longer help themselves?

Like Deborah Brown. Yeah. Like Jody Richards.

Yes. Like Cynthia.

Han, and all, all these.

I cleared those cases. I caught their killers.

Don't boys ever get killed, Henry? Where are the boys?

Boys?

Who are you?

I don't know what you're even talking about. You wanted to be around young

girls, but you couldn't trust yourself to be around live ones like Grace.

She wasn't a laboratory sample.

Or an autopsy photo.

She was real and beautiful and alive.

And in your apartment, you could see her and touch her and smell her.

I can smell her in that, can't you?

She was frightened, Henry. And you protected her, just like you protected

the others. But why do you protect them, Henry? Because what you really want to

do with them isn't allowed.

Not by society, not by you. You found a way to be with them without really being

with them. But then this time, you were with Grace all along, all lovely

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

She kissed me.

How did that feel, Henry? Did you kiss her back?

She...

Didn't understand.

What did she say?

Henry, what did she call you? You know what she called me. Pervert?

I am not a pervert. I catch murderers.

Just like her murderer?

No, I don't understand how that happened.

I wanted to hurt her.

I never meant to hurt her.

I know, Henry.

You're under arrest.

It's official.

Margo Jane Wheeler.

Does the mother know we closed the case?

She wondered what took you so long.

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