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In New York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Brady.

Your girlfriend's back. She's got news.

I just couldn't take those meds anymore, Bobby.

Ma, it's your only chance, you know? Oh, please, they made me so nauseated, I couldn't even read.

You know what? I'll just spend whatever time I have left right here.

No IVs, no wires, no more machines.

All right. Okay, all right. I'm okay. / Come on.

You can't just give up, mom.

Bobby, I may only have a few weeks left. Please, don't give me a hard time, okay?

So this is it, huh?

No more appeals. You'll be moved to a new cell near...

execution chamber. I know the drill. I don't suppose the governor would take pity on a poor, old man?

Set your affairs in order.

If there's family you'd like me to contact or clergy. Miss Hayworth, I've been on death row for 15 years.

Aside from a few shrinks, you're my only visitor.

How long do I have?

15 days.

Mr. Brady. You asked to see me?

I did, Wally. I did.

I'm moving today.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yes, you are.

You've been a great comfort.

You have a verse for me?

Matthew. No, Acts. No, First Timothy, 6:12.

"Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called" "when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses."

Eternal life and a good confession.

Wally, are you still friends with that detective?

Wally.

110 days since your last letter.

Longer than your usual pattern. Are you all right? Oh, yes. I'm fine. Thanks. How are you?

This transfer to Pennsylvania, it's a big help. My mother can visit.

That's good. Good.

The warden said that it was urgent? Not about me. Uh, Mark Ford Brady.

He gave me a message for you.

Mark Ford Brady, the serial killer, was raised here. This place had been on the market for years before we bought it.

Now you know why.

We were putting in a cathedral ceiling. Ian, this insulation,

you put this up?

The '80s?

It's a scrapbook.

Hang on a second. Jane Flynn. Brady's first victim.

Wasn't he convicted of killing seven women?

Then who are all these others?

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Law & Order CI 6x21. Endgame

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2007/05/14

Mark Ford Brady's history. Grew up in Brooklyn. Eight years in the army.

Bounced around the northeast as a handyman. And he did some freelance photography.

Until he was convicted of the rape and murder of seven women. Three in New York. Four in Pennsylvania.

And Pennsylvania has the death penalty. So Brady's been on death row since '92. He has two weeks to live.

And this book surfaces now. I take it his seven victims are in here. Only just the first five.

The last two were killed in '91. This book is entitled, 'the '80s.'

As serial killers go, this Mark Ford Brady is definitely within the hash marks.

Right down to having three names. From a broken home, absent father. Very charming.

Preyed on vulnerable women. Single moms, you know. He gains their trust and then...

betrays them.

To date he's never confessed. And he wasn't caught until he was in his 50s.

His first-known murder was in '81. That's pretty late to enter the game.

If he was a late bloomer, he made up for lost time. So these five already ID'd.

That leaves 13 in two weeks. He's made the opening gambit. It's your move.

I'm sorry.

My memory's a little... it's a little fuzzy.

You remember the album, Mr. Brady. You told Wally exactly where to find it. How can you not remember these women?

My client gave you the book. He wants to cooperate, but he's an old man.

We understand. Mr. Brady... Mr. Brady? Mr. Brady? I feel like a school teacher.

Please, call me Mark.

Okay, Mark, um, to me, these photos, they look professional. Thank you.

I made my living as a handyman. Photography was my hobby. And these women, they posed for you?

I found that most pretty women enjoyed having their picture taken.

Certainly you must.

If I could spend some more time with these... / No.

It might jog my memory.

You must remember five of them. You were convicted of their murders.

I did not kill anyone. How'd you happen to photograph five murder victims?

I was very intimate with all of these women.

One I feared most is that someone might have stalked them...through me. You can't tell us anything that might help us?

Where you met them? Their names? The feel of their skin?

I was more visually oriented.

Oh, this one. Atlantic city.

Allison maybe? What a night we spent together.

But then after that I, I didn't see her again.

Allison Keele, she was found in her Atlantic city SRO in 1983, strangled, raped.

At the risk of sounding gullible, is it possible Brady actually doesn't remember the rest of the women?

No, he remembers. Serial rapists and murderers, they remember.

They cherish the detail. Even if the names and the faces blur,

the fantasy, you know, the act itself, it remains vivid. As long as they stay buried, they're his.

And then he'll dole out information bit by bit in exchange for a stay of execution.

We may not need his assistance. Brady missed the internet revolution.

His photos are posted on the web. We got an immediate hit on this woman.

That's Anna Dukay. Leon, her ex, has been wrongly imprisoned for her murder since 1989.

I know, I know. All lawyers think their clients are innocent. - This is the innocence league. - He had a terrible lawyer.

And the cops were under pressure to make a swift arrest. Leon and Anna, they were reconciling, right?

So he'd been to the apartment that day. They'd had sex.

She goes to the basement with the baby to do laundry. He goes out for beer.

- He comes back... - And finds her body. No, no. He finds a man strangling his wife.

Okay, so the guy bolts. He gives chase. Anna's already dead. Baby's on the counter sleeping.

Here. It's a signed affidavit from a tenant in the building

who says that Mark Ford Brady worked as a handyman in her apartment that summer.

I, I haven't called my client yet. I don't wanna get his hopes up.

Ugh, uh, mom, I'm sorry. We have, uh, it's an inmate on death row.

Well, one death row visit is as good as another. So, uh, your brother dropped in today again.

He said you have a girlfriend. Who is she? No, no, no, no. That's... that, he misunderstood.

I wanna meet her.

My mom wants to meet you.

Uh, my brother's been talking you up.

I took Anna to dinner once.

She talked constantly about her ex.

- She had a baby, didn't she? - Go on. A little boy.

She kept him in a red bassinet.

That kid could sleep through anything.

An unknown man assaults the woman in your life.

The husband's doing 19 years. Probably set up the same way I was.

That's terrible.

I was thinking... if, if I were to confess to this,

I mean, I didn't do it, but if I confessed to it, you think that would help?

Well, we need a believable confession.

I'll try.

It's okay. It's all right.

Hypothetically,

Anna was always washing things, right? I mean, she had a baby. That's what you do, you wash things.

So let's say she's, uh, she's in the laundry room. It's dark in the basement.

Uh, someone comes up behind her. Uh, she was wearing jeans. She always wore jeans.

He rips the jeans down from her. And then he puts his hands around her throat.

Just to keep her quiet at first.

But then the pressure would increase.

And then when he was almost done, he'd hear the husband coming back the house looking for her.

He runs out the back.

- And her baby? - In the red bassinet.

Sleeps through the whole thing. - You've done a good deed. - Oh, thank you.

Do another one. Each of these women must have a story.

Okay.

Could you go back a page?

This woman. You smiled when you saw her picture.

Did I?

You're very observant. It's a fine line, this...

give us nothing, and we're done.

Give us everything, and you don't need us, right? But that's the game that we're playing.

She was very sweet.

Madelyn.

Madelyn Strauss.

Missing persons confirmed. She was last seen in 1988 headed out to dinner with friends.

Her sister came to babysit, said good-bye to her at the door. And never made it to her dinner.

Anna Dukay.

She was killed in her basement.

Allison Keele, Brady left her in her SRO. I wonder if Madelyn made it out of her building.

Here.

Let's go.

She's been here all this time.

Alone.

Maybe not.

We asked for one, he gave us two.

I wonder what he wants in return.

Madelyn Struss. ID'd from her dental records.

- She's mummified. - Field dressed.

Disemboweled. Blood was drained. Body cavity sprinkled with lime, then wrapped in canvas.

No decomp smell to give the body away. And the other corpse?

Female in her 20s. Also mummified and strangled.

We may have a witness. A woman recognized her picture. She's upstairs.

That's me.

As you can see, I'm not missing. So I'd appreciate you taking my photo off the internet.

Mark Ford Brady was your photographer, yes? I needed a new headshot. My agency referred me to a studio.

How much time did you spend with him?

A few days.

Not just for a head shot.

No. He, uh, he took me somewhere upstate. Said he had a house on a lake.

Turned out to be a fisherman's shack. Miss Hill, if something did happen to you, we need to know.

I'm gonna get your photograph removed.

You're the first one we've found who's alive.

The weekend upstate really was idyllic.

Then he, he disappeared.

A few months later, he showed up at my door.

Um...

your photo has been taken off.

Nine hours later, he left. He...

I couldn't get up off the floor.

I was in the middle of a custody battle. He knew I couldn't tell anyone. Why do you think you survived?

I... I let him think I enjoyed it.

Shoulder pads, uh, what? 1985? '86?

How astute. From your studio? What? You think I remember?

Do you remember this guy being a photographer for you in the '80s?

Oh, Jesus. Is this who I think it is? So you do remember him?

Oh, we didn't use him much, no. He had a decent eye, but he was, uh, he was off.

Excuse me. You said he was off. Uh, there were complaints?

No, no. No, the women dug him. He could, uh, he could talk, you know?

I'm coming forward now. What do you want?

- We done? - No, not until you take a look at these.

There were two more head shots ID'd. Jennifer Dawson and Kelly Chancey. Both alive and well.

Kelly had a relationship with Brady. No assault. Jennifer had a husband. Also no assault.

All right, that leaves us with three women left to ID. If he finds out how far along you've come,

- he'll stall. - This is his foreplay.

If he thinks he gains our trust, watch out.

For God's sake. I'm dying. What difference does it make what my blood pressure is?

- Bobby! Oh, my God! Bobby! - Bobby! The prodigal son. Well... Sit down. Sit down over here.

My God, my two boys together in one room.

It's about time. Listen.

Was your mother something, or was she something, huh? Always, ma, always.

Hey, mom, when did you wear a hat?

Oh, that went with that suit. Kennedy had just been elected, and Jackie had the exact same suit.

And I bought mine for a song at Gimbel's. Bobby, can I buy you a soda?

- What? - Do you want something, ma?

Yeah, yeah. I want, I want you back here. Okay. Two secs. Come on.

All right, so...

Nice suit.

Yeah, thanks. I had a little lucky streak down in Atlantic city. I guess the lord wanted me to look good for mom, huh?

She seems great, by the way. Why are you so worried? Doctor says that...

you know, it's a normal thing.

Her energy, people have, uh, like, a rush before the end. You know, it's...

Yeah. If she is gonna go soon,

her affairs, are they in order?

Sorry? Her affairs? Her affairs. Her finances, are they, uh...

what kind of shape is she in?

Shape? Um, there's no shape. She's on Medicaid, Frank. She has no finances.

Okay, good.

Then her affairs, they're in order.

That's good. Okay. Let's, yeah.

Madelyn?

You found her inside a wall? Mummified?

That's gruesome.

Strangled like all your other victims. Mark, could we talk in private?

- That would be good. - Fine by me. Forgive us, dear. Man talk.

The body really survived all those years?

We still have ten unknown.

Ten. That can't be right. - Yes. - No.

You're cleverer than that.

They can't all be dead. - Somebody had to come forward. - No.

- How many do you really have left? - I said we have ten. Five? / No.

Four? / No. Ten unidentified! You're lying to me!

You can't lie to me! I'm a short timer here! You gotta tell me the truth! Now!

- Okay, we have three left. - Three!

- Yeah. - Yeah. Well done.

- Yeah, well, you have ten days left. - I need more time. Well, I'll try and make it to your execution.

Excellent. You have three.

What do you say we try for two?

Ah, see this little redhead here?

She liked to fish, but she couldn't swim.

Fishing. You mean in the lake? You've been to my lake house.

Sorry? Uh, where is it?

Sullivan county. Beautiful in the springtime. Great place to get out of the city.

I even planted crocuses there.

All right.

Some tires, rusted-out cans.

Those canvas sheets could have been body bags. Anything in the shack?

Yeah, termites.

Whatever was up here, it's been eaten away.

Crocuses.

Brady made a point of mentioning them.

I'm gonna need some shovels over here.

Need some shovels here! You got it.

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Not a body.

Scrapbook.

Were the crocuses in bloom?

First flower of the springtime.

Impatient. Sometimes they push up right through the snow.

We dug them up. Every one of them. We didn't find any remains.

Those poor families. Are you close to your family?

Let's talk about your family.

Ah, the '60s. Some of my early work. I made a little dark room out of a closet in my mother's house.

Who are these women? Oh, it's been so long. I mean, you...

you can't see all their faces. But there are other details.

This building, maybe New York city hall. Did you ever work as a maintenance man downtown?

Right after I got out of the army in '65. I came back to New York city. This was the place to be.

Ah, the women, so stylish.

The architecture in this one. - The street, maybe Germany? - Could be.

I was stationed there. Sprechen Sie deutsch? - Ein wenig. - Do you remember her name?

Nein.

And this one. End of the '60s? Ooh, what happened to style?

I picked up a bunch of hitchhikers on the way to Woodstock, and this young lady wasn't even wearing a bra.

Everything just went...

it's a fog. You remember she was hitchhiking. You remember taking the picture.

But you don't remember raping and killing her?

You're so impatient. Eager. Like my crocuses.

You know, you have somewhere much more important to be. Let's go.

I'm serious.

Yet we should talk...

just a minute.

This photo.

I remember it.

Yeah, who is she?

I think I saw her more than twice. - After my discharge. - A girlfriend?

No, no, no, no. She, she was married. I did some handiwork around the house when her husband wasn't there.

Which was often. Symbol of a roue.

Where did she live? Brooklyn.

Canarsie. The rockaways.

I took the double L train.

Her name?

She had big doe eyes.

I called her Bambi.

- No. - No?

No. / I'll never forget that. I thought... I said, what, you know, it didn't make any sense to me.

This, I like this one.

Yeah, that's a good one. I'd like to have that.

I would.

- Here. You happy now? - Yes. Thank you.

I ran into a guy from the old neighborhood.

A guy named Mark.

What, I'm supposed to remember?

Well, he...

he gave me this. I don't know.

Well, maybe it's the wrong time to show you. No, no. I got him now.

He was, he was a lifeguard in Brighton beach uh, at your grandfather's club. And he, um...

he used to take a lot of photographs of girls in, in bathing suits.

You're sure that you recognize him? Oh, yeah. Of course.

I, I went out with him a couple of times. Before your father.

And after that?

He, um, he went into the army.

And I think maybe he was, uh, holding a torch for me. But, uh, the moment your father came along,

uh, I never saw him again. Uh, I, um, I was done with all the other men.

If this is your mother,

then why is her picture in Brady's scrapbook from the '60s? Like she told me, they dated.

In the '50s you said. Before Brady was even in the army.

He claims this was taken after he was discharged eight years later. Well, it's possible this is another woman.

Brady said he worked for this woman as a handyman. He's toying with you.

Now you're personally invested. He's got you exactly where he can control you.

He's not in control of me. I can handle him. No, detective. You don't need this in your life right now.

You don't know what I need.

And don't tell me who I am. You don't know who I am. And don't tell me how I think.

I'll just tell you this, you're off this case.

Captain. Captain.

Captain. I'd like you to reconsider.

Is he getting any sleep at all?

You can't ask him to walk away. - Your partner is too close to this. - I'm not.

If I feel he's losing control,

or his judgment is off, I will come to you.

Okay, Eames, he's your partner. But take care of yourself. Don't let him pull you down with him.

Thank you.

So mom stopped eating.

She just stopped.

She said the food's lousy anyway. I gotta ask you a question, okay? Look at this picture here.

You recognize this guy, maybe from when we were kids? Yeah, that's uncle Mark.

Oh, my God. You don't remember him? He used to bring you little gifts.

Signed baseballs and hockey pucks and stuff. You don't remember that?

- When? - I don't know. Whenever dad was away.

Oh, the last time, you were four. 'Cause I was seven. It was when we had that Cooperstown disaster.

When grandma was sick? Well, that was afterwards. And grandma wasn't sick.

Mom got in a car crash, and she stayed with grandma. You got the story wrong.

Dad had booked this hotel in Saratoga near the track. Big surprise. Mom got mad.

He went on his own.

Wait, how did mom get in a car crash? She went upstate with uncle Mark.

- She went with uncle Mark. - She went with uncle Mark.

- Who took care of us? - I did.

- No, you did not. - The whole weekend.

Yeah, and then mom came back, she was all black and blue.

Then she stayed at grandma's for I don't know how long. You really don't remember any of this?

No, I don't remember.

I haven't thought about him for a long time.

- Your brother might have it wrong. - No, he doesn't.

He was older, and he remembers. - Still, it doesn't mean... - I was looking in the family album.

My mom, she was happy, you know. She was smiling,

and then something happened. She was never the same after that.

- She was just never the same. - Bobby...

He planned this, Brady, from his first move. Come on. I'm your partner.

Then you're gonna have to trust me, Eames.

Where's your partner?

She thinks that you're wasting our time.

- But you don't feel that way, do you? - Who is she?

Any word from the governor?

You're afraid of death, aren't you?

- I've seen a lot of death. - I've seen a lot of death too.

But for you it's about control. That's what it's all about. You're not here to profile me, are you?

It's all about her, isn't it?

Bambi. The one woman I could have loved.

She married another man, but she didn't forget about me.

I'd see her in New York on leave. We were together the night Kennedy was elected.

We celebrated together.

- You were in Germany in 1960. - I said I was on leave.

We drifted apart after that, but I was there the weekend this photo was taken.

The magic was still there.

That's what you wanted to know, wasn't it?

I can't...

I can't...

Go ahead! Go ahead! Kill me! You can do it.

They'll let you do it. They don't care. / Nah! You have it in you. You have it in you. / Nah!

Okay, just have a little drink, mom.

Come on.

You know what? You look like you're not taking, taking care of yourself.

Hey. Your hair is gray.

When did that happen?

Frank told me that...

that you showed him a picture of uncle Mark.

I don't think he knows who uncle Mark is. Uh, who he is?

Yeah.

- You mean Brady? - Uh-huh.

- You're telling me that you know. - Yeah.

I'm wanna tell you something.

Your father... was always away a lot.

A lot.

When Mark was on leave in New York,

I would ask him to put up some shelves... in the apartment, and, uh, your father got the point.

- Do you remember when he visited? - Oh, for God's sake. What about the year before I was born?

- I don't see why this is so important. - 'cause I need to know! You do not! You...

we'll talk about something else.

I just never knew for sure.

Listen to me, Bobby, I could never...

- I could never... know for sure. - Mom, don't! Just forget it. Bobby...

I'm sorry.

Why, why do we have to talk about him? What is the point?

Will you please tell me why do you always do this?

Mom.

Brady's lawyer brought it in. Brady said it was a birthday gift for your partner.

And requested that she hand deliver it to him. I said he was on family leave.

How much does it cover? From Germany to his arrest in '92.

Names, places, dates. I'll let him know.

Brady's lawyer also wanted to know if either of you would be attending the execution tonight.

I think we'll pass.

I left a message for your partner, but when you speak to him,

tell him I said to take all the time he needs. I will.

Have any arrangements been made?

Uh, not yet.

Mr. Goren. I'm sorry, uh, visiting hours are, uh...

- I mean, it's time. - I know.

I'd just like to stay here a little while.