All language subtitles for 14-WithTrace

Linda?

What's the matter?

I'm okay. It's nothing.

People aren't who you think they are,
that's all.

What are you talking about?

Men, Veronica.
You know, the other species?

The ones that lie and always let you down.

Them.

Listen to me. I sound like a bitter old hag.

It's fine. It's life.

You wanna talk about it?

When I get back.

- Water my plants for me?
- Don't I always?

- Have a safe flight.
- Thanks.

- Morning, hot stuff.
- Morning to you.

- Late night last night?
- A man's gotta do.

- Yeah, who's the lucky?
- I don't kiss and tell, you know that.

What do we have here?

We got Linda Schmidt.
32, single, flight attendant.

She lives on East 38th
with two roommates...

- both members of the friendly skies.
- How long has she been gone?

One of her roommates saw her leave
about 7:00 p.m. night before last...

headed for a late-night flight to Rome.
Never made it to the airport.

- NYPD find this car?
- Yeah, about an hour ago.

We got a carry-on suitcase in the front,
fresh blood on the back seat...

and a knotted stocking on the front seat.

- What's with the stocking?
- Maybe for strangling.

- Is the blood hers?
- Forensics will let us know in two hours.

She was on her way to Kennedy?
How'd she end up down here?

Something happened on the way,
they dumped the car here.

Something definitely happened. If that's
her blood, there's only one question.

- Where'd they dump the body?
- You're such a pessimist.

She could have been assaulted
and kidnapped.

- I bet that's what you told the cops.
- Yes.

Until a body is found,
Linda Schmidt is ours.

This man she was crying about,
you have no idea who he is?

Look, she was dating somebody recently...

but she didn't tell me much about him,
and I didn't wanna push.

You never met him?

I don't even know his name,
or what he does.

You said earlier that she left here
at 7:00 p.m. for a midnight flight.

Is it possible that she was stopping
somewhere on the way to the airport?

I don't think she would've been too
into socializing with the mood she was in.

Look, our other roommate, Walter,
he'll be back later from Toronto.

He might know more.

- Walter. What's Walter's last name?
- Hagen.

She's in AA.

One day at a time.

So what do you think about that?

Turning everything over
to a higher power?

Like John Lennon says, "Whatever
gets you through the night."

- Anything interesting?
- Yes.

She was on an Internet dating service.

I'm so grateful that you people are here...

but I just don't understand
how this could be happening.

Do you have any idea
where my daughter might be?

We're still just gathering information.

But finding her car.
Now, that's something, right?

We hope so.

Do you have any idea what
she might have been doing in that area?

Maybe it was this man
that she was seeing, I don't know.

What man?

It was all just this big secret.

I don't get it.
She seemed so happy with him.

I saw her just last week.

She was in such a good mood.

So, you're sure?

Yeah, everything's great. Really great.

- When do I get to meet this mystery man?
- We'll see.

I don't understand why you won't tell me
anything about him.

I just don't wanna jinx it, that's all.

Well, as long as you're happy, I'm happy.

I am. I really am.

You at least have to tell me
what he does for a living.

- He's a pilot.
- Really?

- How old is he?
- Mom!

All right, I'm sorry.

I'm just interested.

I know you are, and I appreciate it.
I just wanna be careful.

Do you know when she started seeing
this pilot?

I don't know, a couple of months, maybe.

I don't think she could keep a secret
from me any longer than that.

Forensics just came in.

The blood in the car is hers.

And the stocking matches some of
the nylons found in her apartment.

We should get DNA results in a few hours.

How is the wonderful world
of Internet dating?

No better way to get to know
your victim...

than to hear what she has to say
about herself.

I think I'm funny and charming
and sensitive.

And I'm very romantic,
and I love to travel...

and generous and warm.

God, this is so embarrassing.

This is what I have to look forward to.

I'm gonna take one of these out.
What do you think of this?

Jumpin' Jack Flash. Divorced, two kids,
bad knee, grumpy workaholic.

Pretty good sell, right?

- My husband's looking better every day.
- I'll bet.

She hasn't logged on to this site
for nine months...

but she hasn't cancelled
her account, either.

Maybe she likes getting emails.

I've got the techs working on it...

but it doesn't look like she's had any hits.
Not for the last few months at least.

- How're we doing with the pilots?
- Danny and Samantha are into it.

We'll let you know.

We've heard that Linda's dating a pilot.
Any idea who that could be?

I don't know who told you that,
but I don't buy it.

Why not?

Because it's a small world around here,
and that's very tough to keep quiet.

I heard that you and her
had quite a scene here the other day.

Some people went as far as saying
that it looked like a lover's quarrel.

You wanna tell me about that?

It's not for lack of trying on my part.

She wasn't interested.

Not anymore.

Been a while.

- You seem pretty good these days.
- Yeah, I am. You?

I miss our times together.

Yeah, well, another era.

You seeing somebody?

- Who is it?
- Nobody you know.

Now, it's not serious enough
that you and I can't, you know.

What? I care about you.

Those days are over.

- Why?
- You're married.

You were a lot more fun
when you were drinking.

It was a stupid thing to do,
but I was pissed off.

-So you grabbed her arm?
-l wanted to apologize.

Do you always get physical
when you're upset?

That wasn't it!

- l....
- You love her.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Okay, that's it for my qualities.

Okay, pet peeves:

I'd have to say, when a man projects
his own issues onto me...

that's definitely one.

When a man is unable to own
the feelings which belong to him...

but I guess that's kind of
the same thing though.

Do you have a list of her checks?

- Some. Looking for anything in particular?
- A shrink.

Yeah, here's one made out to an
unspecified Dr. Aaron Morrison.

$100, but that was a month ago,
nothing since.

What about before that?

Yeah, here we go.
Another one, six weeks ago.

Run that through for me, will you?

We got four Aaron Morrisons
in New York City.

Business or residential?

Wait a minute, let's check out
her cell phone records.

Yeah, here we go.

She made a call to an A. Morrison
in Manhattan, three days ago.

It was a 35-minute call.

Yes, there's the match.

You've reached the office
ofDr. Morrison, Clinical Psychologist.

I'm either with a patient
or out of the office--

Sometimes I know a thing or two.

Should I sit or should I lie down?

Whatever makes you comfortable.

It's been many years since I've done this.
Perhaps I should...

consider doing it again.

I think everyone ought to,
but then, I'm biased.

What can I do for you, Agent Malone?

I need to ask you some questions
about Linda Schmidt.

Has something happened to her?

She's been missing for two days.
We found her car with blood in it.

Oh, my God.

Could you tell me about the last time
that you saw her?

- I saw her for a session, a month ago.
- A month ago.

What did you speak about?

I'm sorry, I would like to help you...

but you know that anything that's said
inside here is entirely confidential.

Yes, I understand, but I think there are
some questions that I can ask...

especially under the circumstances.

Try me.

Were there any men in Linda's life
that would present a danger to her?

No, not that I can think of.

- Any women?
- No.

Was she a danger to herself?

- No.
- Even if she'd started drinking again?

Any alcoholic would be.

Did she ever talk to you
about the new man in her life?

I'm sorry, that one I can't answer.

We know that she called you
three days ago...

and that you had
a 35-minute conversation.

Can you tell me what that was about?
Was she in trouble? Was it an emergency?

There's nothing in that phone call
that I can repeat to you.

I'm sorry, I would like to help you more.

Well, if there is anything
that you do think you can say to us...

please give me a call.

- I will.
- Thank you, Doctor.

Hey, Viv. Check this out.

It's Linda Schmidt's credit card charges.

This just came in. The Eon Hotel bar.

She closed her tab at 11:45 p.m.
the night she disappeared.

11:45 p.m.?

She wasn't planning on catching
that flight.

She's having guy troubles, blows off
her job, heads out for a night on the town.

And that bar is a major pick-up place.

- How would you know?
- I hear things.

$24. Doesn't sound like
she was drinking 7-Up.

Not unless she was drinking six of them.

Wait a minute. Where is the Eon?

East 27th Street.

There was a woman, same age as Linda...

murdered, three weeks ago.

She was last seen
at the Platinum Hotel bar.

It's right around the corner from the Eon.

Homicide.

Here it is. Jessica Weaver,
strangled with a...

knotted stocking.

Same age, same physical type.

NYPD never found the killer?

Says here it's still open.

First victim was Jessica Weaver.

Twenty-nine years old, single,
brown hair, 5'5", medium build.

- Not unlike Linda Schmidt.
- What about her background?

Let's see. She was a marketing executive
at Vetters Publishing downtown.

Lived on the Upper West Side,
time-share in the East Hamptons...

- many friends, outgoing.
- That's not like Linda at all.

Their personalities may have nothing to do
with why he's choosing them.

This could be different.

The NYPD believes that Jessica Weaver
met her killer on the Internet.

Not the same website as Linda's...

but we have our techs
cross-referencing the activity...

to make sure there's no overlap.

- When was Weaver's body found?
- Next day in the East River.

We've added extra boats there,
and to the Hudson.

This doesn't rule out the pilot.

No. We'll be investigating on two fronts.

Martin and Viv are gonna talk
to the third roommate.

You two have a meeting with the NYPD
at the Eon in fifteen minutes.

I want you to work
on the serial killer angle.

- Who's our contact?
- Eric Keller.

This should be interesting.

Special Agent Taylor.
Special Agent Spade.

- Greetings.
- Eric.

It's been too long. You've been missed.

So, what can you tell us?

We think the killer found his first victim
on the Internet.

Invited her around the corner
to the Platinum...

and at some point he managed
to slip Rohypnol into her drink...

and from there she was history.

Roofie. Sounds like a classy guy.

I'm gonna talk to the bartender.
I'll let you guys catch up.

You look good. You let your hair grow.

What can you tell me about
Jessica Weaver's Internet dating?

We've had an undercover unit on it
the last few weeks.

Put profiles in all the big dating services,
hoping to draw the guy out...

maybe get a print on a glass,
run it against what we've got.

- Any luck?
- Actually, we've been too lucky.

Our ladies have had more dates
in the last two weeks...

than they've had for two years.

Got a list for me?

Very official. Can you get me a bit more
background on any of these guys?

- I'll see what we can do.
- Okay.

You know...

- you don't look too bad yourself.
- Thanks.

But, for a detective,
your investigating skills are pretty poor.

I didn't let my hair grow, I cut it.

- I'm gonna go talk to the bartender.
- I'll take the waitresses, then.

- You did not have to do that.
- Sure, I did.

- What've you got from the bartender?
- He says he doesn't remember seeing her.

He's hunting down
her credit card receipts.

She never closed out her tab,
and left her card.

But you closed her out at 11:45 p.m.

I don't remember. I must've seen
she wasn't here and ran it through.

It happens all the time.
I've got a stack of cards back here.

All right, thanks.

- What'd she have to drink?
- Two martinis.

- She must have been wasted.
- Off two drinks?

Well, if she'd been clean for a whole year...

half a beer could get her into
a hell of a lot of trouble.

If she's in some kind of trouble,
I can tell you who did it.

I'm listening.

We were coming out of the museum...

this was three days ago...

when out of nowhere,
this woman accosts her.

You little bitch!
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Excuse me?

I know all about you.

Little girl lost, with her alcohol problem
and her daddy complex.

Who are you?

You're sleeping with my husband,
you bitch. That's who I am.

Your husband?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You better stay the hell away from him.

Do you understand?

She had no idea the man is married.

- Who is he?
- I don't know. And she wouldn't tell me.

I didn't even know that she was
involved with anyone.

Could he have been a pilot?

Yeah, sure. That happens all the time.

We believe that the man responsible
for Linda's disappearance...

has already killed one woman.

Now I'm gonna need your help.

I already told you I'd like to help, but--

I'll tell you what. Why don't we do this?

Why don't I tell you what I know
or I suspect?

And if I'm on the wrong track,
you can refute it.

But if you remain silent,
I will take that as a confirmation.

- All right. We can try that.
- Thank you.

Three days ago Linda was confronted
by the wife of her lover...

who is a pilot...

but is not Joel Landers...

who she used to have an affair with.

She had no idea...

that this other man...

this pilot, was married until that day.

We've also discovered that she was
involved in an Internet dating service.

I'm assuming that the two of you
talked about that.

We also believe that she had
no real contact with this service...

for at least the last nine months.

I will assume then...

that the trauma of discovering
that this man was married...

made her get in touch with the man
she had been corresponding with...

from the Internet service nine months ago.

I think that is very possible.

What I have here...

is a list of men...

that we are investigating
as possible suspects.

What I'm gonna do is, I'm going to
read each one aloud.

If you've never heard the name before,
just say no, but if you recognize a name...

remain silent.

William Forest.

James Urland.

Michael Spitz.

Richard Morgan.

Richard Morgan.

Thank you, Dr. Morrison,
you've been very helpful.

I hope you realize...

that if you do apprehend this man,
I can't testify against him.

I can guarantee you that your role in this
will be protected.

Thank you.

I talked to Keller.
You're gonna stand in for his cop...

and rendezvous with Richard Morgan
tonight at the bar.

Your screen name is...

Georgia Peach.

Here's the complete file...

including all the emails exchanged
between Georgia and Morgan this week.

What about my hair?

Try to look a little less desperate,
will you?

Is there something going on
between those two?

- There used to be.
- Really? That's her type?

Are you jealous?

Jealous? What, are you crazy?

Okay. Guess I'm crazy.

Here we go.

- Georgia?
- Richard.

- Richard Morgan. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

God, you're so much prettier
than in your picture.

So are you. I mean, you're not prettier...

you're much more handsome. I'm sorry...

I'm nervous, I guess.
I've never really done this before.

I promise that I'll be gentle.

I guess you have done this before?

- Not for a while.
- That's good, I guess.

Can I get you something to drink?

Sure. Just a club soda would be great.

- Be right back.
- Okay.

I'm gonna play it prudish
with this one, hope he takes the bait.

He's coming your way.

...so she says to me, "I wanna break up."

Can I get a club soda and a beer?

Know what I'm saying?
I give her this, I give her that.

I understand completely.

What kills me is that
I'd go back to her, you know?

The guy that just ordered the club
soda and the beer. Seen him before?

I need you to think, man.
This is important.

I'm telling you, I'm good with faces. No.

I hope you like this place.
I don't really come here that much...

but it's close to where I live.

No, it's great. I like it.

Good. You've never been here before?

No. I've been to the Platinum,
around the corner, but never here.

Listen, I just wanna say...

something right off the bat.

And I know this may sound
presumptuous, but...

I just wanna take things slow, you know?
Is that okay?

Sure. Of course. So do I.

All right, I'm so relieved. That's good.

I'm sorry, I'm gonna go powder my nose,
and I'll be right back.

He's going for it.

Richard Morgan, you're under arrest...

for the murders of Jessica Weaver
and Linda Schmidt.

What the hell are you doing?

Relax.

- Did we get him?
- Got him.

Right on.

My client doesn't remember where he was
the night of that murder...

but he has a solid alibi for Tuesday night.

I'm all ears.

He was on a date with a woman named
Rachel O'Connor. She's a paralegal.

They had drinks at the Soho Lux
till midnight...

then he spent the night at her place.
It's rock solid.

Is there any way that we can contact
this Rachel O'Connor?

Met her on the Internet. He says he has
her number written on a pad at home.

We're combing his place right now.
Let's hope, for his sake, we find it.

Bet you a nickel this is Rohypnol.

- What's this?
- I don't know. What is it?

"Rachel O'Connor."
You keeping something from me?

It's Morgan's alibi.

I don't know
why you're being so territorial...

especially since this should be our case.

Well, we still have a missing body.
Maybe there's more...

so if you'll excuse me....

- Georgia, nice work last night.
- Thank you.

- Scary world, this Internet dating.
- Dating in general.

- But meeting people on the computer?
- Well, I don't know.

Have you tried it?

Think it's easy being surrounded by guys
with guns all day?

- I thought you liked guys with guns.
- I like the guns.

More goodies from the medicine cabinet.
Ativan.

- That's heavy stuff.
- Yeah, it's anti-anxiety.

- Apparently it wasn't working.
- That's not the point.

The odds are this was prescribed
by a psychiatrist.

I'm not screwing around.

If you knew your patient murdered
Jessica Weaver...

- you had a duty to inform--
- No, I did not.

Did he confess to you about her?

I can't tell you, and you know it.

I can have you subpoenaed
and you will lose your license.

I've been struggling with this.
Believe me, I have!

Jessica Weaver's already dead.

If anything happens to Linda,
it's gonna be on your head.

Even if a patient confesses to a crime...

I only have a duty to inform
if I believe he will harm someone else.

I didn't know he would.

We found Rohypnol in his apartment.

We know he had Internet contact
with Jessica Weaver.

And this is the DNA report
from the autopsy.

His DNA matches perfectly.

What do you want?

Get him to tell us
where Linda Schmidt's body is.

And maybe you can keep him
off death row.

Richard, do you understand the impact
ofDNA today?

Yeah, I know what DNA means.

We just got through
with Rachel O'Connor...

the girl who was with him
the night Linda went missing.

She remembers drinking a lot,
leaving the Soho Lux around 11:00 p.m.

The next thing she remembers is
waking up the next morning half-naked.

Here's the thing.
If he slipped her a roofie...

took her back to her apartment,
raped her...

there's no way he'd make it back
across town to meet Linda.

And there's nothing in Linda's phone
records or emails that tie her to him.

So the two bars around the corner
from each other...

the stalking, the Internet dating
was just a coincidence?

There's gotta be someone else.

Someone who wanted to make it
look like a serial killing.

It's gotta be someone with a real motive.
They copycat to hide the motive.

The pilot's wife.
We haven't found her or the pilot.

What if the boyfriend isn't a pilot?

What if that's just a convenient white lie
she's been telling?

So let's say that's true.

This boyfriend would have to know
the details of the first murder.

The knotted stocking
was never mentioned in any newspaper.

A dirty cop?
Someone who works with Keller?

How about Morgan's shrink?
He'd have all the details.

Maybe the shrink told someone
the details.

No, he could never do that.
That's the point.

Although there is one person he could tell.

Dr. Franklin, do you see
your own therapist?

Yes, of course.

And did you discuss your situation
about Richard Morgan?

I appreciate the fact
that you're trying to do your job...

but that is a very private
and personal relationship...

- between a patient and a--
- There is a woman missing right now...

who may be at the bottom
of the East River.

And a mother is crying her eyes out
because she has no idea...

what's happened to her daughter.

I am not asking you to violate
your patient's privilege.

I am asking you to violate your own.

And I think under the circumstances,
it's the least you could do.

- Yes, I did talk to my therapist.
- And did you discuss all the details?

I thought the better handle I could get
on Richard's state of mind...

the more it would help me
with my dilemma.

Did you mention Richard's name?

Yes. I gave my therapist my clinical files,
and Richard's name was on it.

And what's your therapist's name?

Patty Morrison.

Morrison?

Is she married to another psychologist?

Yes. Aaron Morrison. Do you know him?

You might say that.

Where's my wife?

We're talking to her downstairs,
Dr. Morrison.

Have a seat in here
and we'll be with you in a minute.

- You sure that's her?
- Absolutely.

The one who claimed
Linda was seeing her husband?

No question. Who is she?

We're gonna send you upstairs
to get a statement.

Sure.

Well, now we've got motive
and opportunity.

Either we have the killer right here
or in the waiting room.

We don't have enough for a confession.

No, and if I accuse either one directly,
they'll get a lawyer.

You got a plan?

Divide and conquer.

Wanna tell me what this is all about?
Where's my wife?

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Dr. Morrison. Please take a seat.

Linda Schmidt's roommate
just ID'd your wife.

We know that you're the pilot
she was sleeping with.

Linda used to call the house sometimes
at night for counseling...

and my wife got it into her head
that we were having an affair.

She can be a very jealous woman,
my wife.

You purposely deceived me in your office.

I apologize. I was nervous
that you'd find out about my wife...

- and I knew what that would look like.
- How would it look?

How did you know about Richard Morgan?

Linda met Richard Morgan on the Internet.
She mentioned him to me several times.

When you said his name
at my office the other day...

I communicated that to you.

It would appear that Richard Morgan
was seeing a colleague of your wife's.

I don't understand what you're saying.

You were trying to lay off
Linda's disappearance...

onto Richard Morgan to protect your wife.

I think I need to call a lawyer for my wife.

She knows she has the right
to an attorney. She hasn't asked for one.

I was just being paranoid.

I can be very jealous sometimes.

But I know now that my husband was not
having an affair with Linda Schmidt.

Her roommate says that he was.

Well, her roommate was lying.

I think Linda Schmidt was a very
dangerous woman.

She could've ended your marriage,
maybe even ended your husband's career.

I think he killed her.

- That's insane.
- We spoke to Dr. Franklin.

We know that he told you the details
of Richard Morgan's confession...

and that you passed those details on
to your husband.

- No, I did not.
- Really?

How do you explain the fact that
the elements of Linda's disappearance...

match those of Jessica Weaver's murder?

I don't even discuss my own patients
with my husband...

Iet alone those of another doctor.

I think you're protecting him.

You may not want to admit it,
but he did it.

He killed her.

Here's what I don't get.

Linda leaves her apartment at 7:00 p.m.
to catch a midnight flight.

She's wearing her uniform, she's got
an overnight bag packed, right?

Why was Linda at the bar?
Is that what you're asking?

Exactly.

One of our two married shrinks
invited her there to talk.

Then how did she end up
starting her own tab and drinking?

Good point. Maybe she went to confront
one of them...

stops at the bar to drink up some courage,
gets drunk...

Ieaves her credit card there
and then goes on to her meeting.

But she's an alcoholic.

Falling off the wagon is more of
a movement of desperation than strength.

And if they were trying to make it
look like a serial killing...

they got really lucky that Linda showed up
at the Eon...

right around the corner from where
Morgan picked up his first victim.

- Unless....
- Unless she was never at the bar.

Know what?
No one at the bar recognized her...

and she never signed
her credit card receipt.

- What are you looking for?
- Prints off that credit card.

I'll check the AMA for
Patty Morrison's prints.

What is going on here? It's been hours.
I wanna speak to my wife.

Dr. Morrison, where was your wife
the night Linda disappeared?

She was with me at home.

What time?

I got home around 7:00 p.m.
She was already there. We never left.

Your wife wasn't at home.

She was at the Eon bar
posing as Linda Schmidt.

That's preposterous.

Her fingerprints are all over
Linda's credit card.

She killed Linda, she dumped the body...

she stole the credit card,
she went to the Eon bar.

She left a knotted stocking
in the back of Linda's car...

- so that we'd put it together.
- I don't believe it.

She was at the bar.

Why are you trying to protect her?

You know what?

I think I need a lawyer for myself.

There's the phone.

Tell him you're gonna be charged
with an accessory to murder.

We ran Patty Morrison's phone record.

There's no indication
that she had any contact with Linda...

- on the night of her disappearance.
- So what do you think?

Linda left her apartment
five hours early to go to the airport.

She had to be meeting somebody.
And if it wasn't the wife, then....

- It was the husband.
- Right.

I think she went by his office
to give him a piece of her mind.

They argued, and he killed her.

How did the wife end up at the Eon?

He calls her on her cell phone at 7:58
that night.

I think he killed her,
and his wife's covering for him.

But how do we break her?

- State your name, please.
- Frances Appleton.

And you're a patient
of Dr. Aaron Morrison?

That's right. He was my therapist.

You say you were with
Dr. Aaron Morrison...

between 8:00 p.m. and midnight
on Tuesday.

We were at my apartment.

Am I to take it that you were
having sexual relations?

I hardly think that's relevant.

Ms. Appleton, in case it escapes
your notice...

you are a material witness
in a federal investigation.

I tell you what's relevant.

Yes, we were sleeping together.

And how long have you been
sleeping together?

About six months.

Where did you meet?

I was a patient ofhis.

And you knew he was married?

Go ahead and judge me if you want...

but you have no idea what a shrew
his wife is.

He's only with her
out of convenience or laziness.

-He's gonna lea ve her.
- Could you just turn it off? Please?

I should make you listen to all of it.
It's much worse.

You two had a plan, didn't you?
But he's not sticking to it...

he's got a piece of ass on the side,
and she's gonna provide an alibi for him.

He's gonna be free and clear,
and leave you in the cold.

- He is gonna kick you to the curb, Patty.
- I don't know who that is...

but he was with me. We were together.

We found this hair in Linda Schmidt's car.

Now, I'd need a DNA sample,
but my guess is, it's yours.

Your husband planted this hair
in Linda Schmidt's car.

Oh, my God.

Do you wanna tell me what happened
that night?

He is gonna leave you high and dry,
trust me.

If you tell me what happened,
I will help you.

He called me.

He called me and he told me
that something terrible had happened.

She came here. She said she was gonna
report me to the APA.

I got angry and I....

I tried to convince her not to,
but she tried to leave and I grabbed her.

I don't know. Next thing I know....

I think I must have strangled her.

- Why did you bring me here?
- Patty, I need your help.

Please. I love you.

I love our life together.

I don't deserve to spend
the rest of my life in jail!

And you don't deserve to be alone!

She's a sick girl!

She tried to destroy us.

So what are we gonna do?

How are we gonna get rid of the body?

I don't know.

There's gotta be something, some way.

And that's when I thought
of Richard Morgan.

I guess I thought if I did this for him
that he would never leave me.

It seemed like such a good idea
at the time.

Your wife told us everything,
including where the body is.

It's just a matter of time before we find it.

You're lying.

It's in Fishkill.

The waterfalls by your cabin.

I know that area, the water's pretty deep.

She did it.

It wasn't me.

I have been covering for her.

She's the one who knew about
Richard Morgan, it wasn't me.

Your lawyer's on his way up.

He confess?

No. He's gonna blame her
to the bitter end.

Should I put his wife's hair into evidence?

And you may as well add this.

You and Sam should take that show
on the road.

Good job.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

Fishkill PD found the body.

They're bringing her back to Manhattan
for the autopsy.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Samantha.

You have time to grab a drink?

I told Keller I'd meet him,
but you're welcome to come with us.

No, that's all right.
You guys go ahead. Thanks.

- Maybe some other time?
- Yeah.

Martin?

You okay?

- It's not very satisfying, is it?
- What's that?

Not finding them alive.

Her mother will have some closure.
Bad guy is gonna go to jail.

We did our job.

Yeah, I guess.

Good night.

Good night.