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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.

All she has to do

is keep her head elevated.
Explain that to her.

You can do that, can't you?

Going up again
tomorrow, Doc?

No. Next Saturday.

That gives you a whole week to clean it.

Did my wife call?

If she does, tell her

I'll be in the office
in half an hour.

I think people

who have children

to save their marriage are
just kidding themselves.

Then why do you want to have children?

I just think that we lead
a selfish life, Peter and me.

You know, with our dinners
and our hobbies and...

You think you'd make a good mother?

I don't know.

My friends who have kids,
they didn't know.

So you make this decision
to have a child--

what would you have to change
to make yourself ready?

I would need to cut out
my little mood adjusters

once and for all this time.

Do you think you could do that, Valerie?

Peter. Hi, honey.

How was your flight?

Valerie, I've got six people here

plus a patient out cold
on the table.

Okay, well, I just wanted
to hear your voice.

Oh, I found a couch
at Palizetti.

to pay for the couch
If you want me

let me do my job.

We decided on Martinique

sometime in February.

Two weeks in the sun,
a romantic holiday.

Oh, right.

Oh, Jen, don't start.

I have to be downtown
in 20 minutes.

After all he's
put you through.

-Oh.

Just be my friend, okay?

I've got enough judges.

Val, you need to leave Peter.

And that's not going to happen.

I wouldn't do that
to my parents.

You want to grasp the loose skin
on the upper arm

and make an incision extending
from the elbow to the axilla.

Now, this is
where you've got to be precise.

Steer clear of the
ligaments, underlying musculature, or...

...or her arm could come off

like the wing of a
Thanksgiving turkey.

You look good.

How long can you stay?

I've only
got an hour.

We need to talk.

Here you are, Dr. Kelmer.

What's that?

Somebody left it for your wife.

Give it to me.

They said she has to sign for it.

Give it to me; I'll
get her signature.

Peter?

In here.

I bought something for the Promise Ball.

It's a Judith Leiber.

If-if you hate it, I'll take it back.

It's nice.

I'm a mess.

I'll see you after my bath?

Forget something, Doc?

No. Going up.

I didn't get a
chance to clean her.

Pull the chocks.

What about your flight plan?

Your flight plan!

She left just after 1:00,
Sunday afternoon.

I went to the hospital
around 2:00.

I was in surgeries all evening.
I'm a cosmetic surgeon.

I called her, no answer.

When I got home early Monday morning

she still wasn't back.

When she left,
she was going?

No. We'd had a fight.

We just needed to go

- to our separate corners.
- You fight a lot?

No. Can I go in?

Have you talked
to her friends?

Yes. Friends, family,
everyone I can think of.

I made a list.

All of Valerie's friends, relatives

with their addresses
and phone numbers.

On Tuesday, I filed
Missing Persons.

Uh, it's been
three days.

Nobody called, so
mayor's office

suggested I come here.

What do you think happened to her?

Before we met, Valerie
had had psychiatric problems.

She'd attempted suicide
seven, eight years ago.

And you think she hurt herself?

She threaten
something like that?

Not to me.

On the list, there's a doctor.

Nathanson, her therapist.

I called him and
to talk to you.sion

That's very helpful, Doctor.

I got a copy of the report
from Missing Persons.

They checked with hospitals and
paramedics in all five boroughs.

There's another thing.

Occasionally, Valerie

did drugs with her girlfriends.

Cocaine, amphetamines, too.

We've had endless discussions about it.

You don't use drugs?

Of course not.

Anyway, if something
happened to her

while she was on drugs...

Well, you wanted to know
what I thought.

I put all my numbers

on that sheet.

As soon as we find something,
we'll call you.

No. I want to get your numbers.

I'll be calling you.

I just don't want to be the last to know.

How do we like being an annex
to the Missing Persons bureau?

This friends and neighbors list

it's, uh, alphabetized.

I should have him work on my sock drawer.

Guy obviously being a barrel of laughs

I'm taking bets she doesn't
want him to find her.

Her cousin, Jennifer Barish filed

her own Missing Person's report

a day before Kelmer did.

She told them
she suspects foul play.

I knew the minute he
called me looking for her.

I knew Peter had killed her.

A gut feeling?

He has a terrible temper.

Valerie was scared
to death of him...

and she knew he
had a mistress.

Did she know who?

No. She just knew
there was someone.

And when's the last time
you talked to her?

Saturday.

She came over for lunch.

Did she seem depressed?

Depressed?

What did Peter tell you?

That she was suicidal?

She wasn't depressed at all.

Dr. Kelmer told us

cocaine, uppers.

Not that much.

Who does she do them with?
Girlfriends? Boyfriends?

This is unfair.

Valerie told me
her shrink warned her.

He told her someday Peter
was really going to hurt her.

I had to laugh

when I got the message
from Peter

giving me permission
to talk to you.

As long as she might be alive

Valerie is the only one

who can waive
the confidentiality.

As a doctor,
Peter bloody well knows that.

Are you concerned
about her safety?

I am concerned about any patient

who misses two sessions
without calling me.

I still can't discuss
her situation with you.

I took a few psych classes
in college.

How about
I give you my opinion

if you agree, you let me know?

How? By coughing twice?

Coughing's good.

Here goes.

Kelmer's a control freak,
she's self-destructive

and the more he tries
to control her

the more she rebels.

She takes a lover.
Kelmer panics.

He gets angry.
He kills her.

Same scenario, except his
efforts to control her

lead her to feelings
of depression

hopelessness.

She suicides.

She ran away
and joined the circus?

Oh, was I supposed to cough?

Any scenario is possible, Detective.

For now, I have to assume
she's still alive.

All right, you have our number.

If you hear from her,
please call.

Thank you.

Among her friends and family,
even odds it's Kelmer.

Found more candidates in
her cell phone records.

These four gentleman callers
weren't on Kelmer's list.

This one, Warren D'Alacosta

Friday and Saturday alone

he and Valerie called each other
half a dozen times.

I don't know

any Valerie whatever.

It must have been
a wrong number.

You want to rethink that answer,
Mr. D'Alacosta?

We looked into
your pedigree.

Couple DUIs,
couple dope pops

delinquent on your child support.

You drive too fast

drink too much, don't
meet your obligations

don't give a damn
about anybody.

My partner has a fancy word for people
psychopath.

I call them screw-ups.

If you want to join

the two million of your
fellow psychopaths

who are already in jail, just keep
lying to the police.

Okay, so I know her.

Is there any reason why you're
not inviting us in?

So, Warren

weren't you concerned

when you didn't
hear from Valerie for a week?

No. She said she wanted to stop seeing me.

- Why?
- She said she needed to get serious

about her life, her marriage.

Must have been a big

disappointment for you.

I knew it wasn't going to last.

Are one of these her?

Can we see it, please?

It's very nice.

You couldn't pay me enough.

I'll be there in a few hours.

What size shirt do you wear?

I have to go.

All done, Doctor.

Dr. Kelmer came in

around 4:00 on Saturday--
I gave him his mail

and the hand-delivered envelope
addressed to Mrs. Kelmer.

When did she get home?

Um... a few minutes after.

Did you see her on Sunday?

- Uh, no.
- How about him?

No, no, no.

Are there any other exits in here?

Uh, no, but the
basement connects

to the garage next door.

He used to park

next to me.

Then he complained about
these phantom dings

so he had the condo
board move me over here

next to this
beautiful column.

Were you down here Sunday?

Yes, around 2:00.

My wife and I drove back

from the farm
in Pennsylvania.

Did you see Mrs. Kelmer or the doctor?

Just him. We were unloading
the car, and I heard a noise

turned around,
and there he was.

Where?

Over there, behind his car.

He'd just closed the trunk.

Did you see what was in it?

No. I heard this thunk

and then he got in his car
and drove away.

Sure, could've been his wife's body.

Could've been a beach ball.

Could've been nothing.

There's no evidence she's even dead.

I have a strong
feeling she is.

I stand corrected, then. She suicided.

This was a woman according
to her phone records

she spent hours on the phone
talking to her friends.

But from Saturday afternoon on,
there's not a peep from her.

Maybe she had laryngitis?

I want to go at him
with a search warrant

for his car, for his apartment.

- Goren.
- What?

We worried about
the noses he did at City Hall

getting bent out of shape?

Major Case, Eames speaking.

We'll be right there.

The two-oh caught a break.

I told the officers.

Her hairstyle was different.

More swept off her face, you know?

But the minute I seen
this poster outside

I knew that's the one was
in here two days ago.

- Was she with anybody?
- No.

Did she seem okay?

She ordered two
pounds of Nova.

You have an excellent memory.

You wear those glasses
while you work?

Only when I'm slicing.

When I'm talking to a
customer, I drop them.

Anyone else see her?
What about him?

Ah, he wouldn't know
his own mother.

Listen, black
leather coat

gray shirt with black
trim was what she wore

when last seen, right?

That's what she had on.

Trust me, it was her.

I don't understand

your warrant application.

Wasn't his wife seen
in a deli a few days ago?

Sighting's unreliable, Your Honor;
the witness is nearsighted.

And what's
your bedrock evidence?

Somebody who thought they heard
a car trunk slam shut?

Your Honor, if we search
his car and his apartment

and it turns out his wife
is alive, where's the harm?

It's the Fourth Amendment,
Detective

not the Three-and-Two-Thirds
Amendment.

Dr. Kelmer is entitled
to its full protection.

What? If his wife is dead

people won't see it that way.

They'll see a judge protecting
a well-connected doctor.

If I were you, I'd hedge my bets.

I'll grant your warrant

but only for the auto.

If you want to poke
around his apartment

you bring me probable cause on a platter.

I like the blue.

I do, too.

It matches your eyes.

I have to reschedule tomorrow afternoon.

I'm getting together with my in-laws

to figure out the next move.

Well, what about a
private detective?

I mean, if the police can't do anything,
maybe you should...

Their incompetence amazes me;
I have to do everything.

Why Valerie's doing this
to me...

My poor baby.

Don't furrow your brow like that.

Why, am I getting lines?

I can take care of them.

And I'm going to do something
about those cheekbones.

Aren't I beautiful
enough for you?

Well, why settle for beautiful
when you can have perfect?

What room are you
painting, anyway?

The bathroom.

No blood traces,
no hair, no tissue.

Car was detailed recently,
probably more than once.

You can still smell
the shampoo on the floor mats.

It's a receipt for aviation fuel

from Westchester Airport
from two months ago.

He's a fly boy.

Maybe he took his wife up
for a spin Sunday afternoon.

Your doctor's bouncing off the walls

in the claims area.

You steal my car,
you rip it apart.

Didn't you talk to the witness
who saw Valerie?

-Well,
-We're like dumb dogs.

We get a scent,
and we follow it.

What scent is that?

The husband's
the obvious suspect.

I've been nothing
but cooperative with you.

If you wanted to search my car

all you had to do was ask.

We appreciate it.

Does that mean you'll
consent to a search of your apartment?

You've exhausted my goodwill, Detectives.

Get a warrant.

A couple of weeks ago, huh?

Sunday, yeah, I think so.

Saturday he gave me crap
about not cleaning the plane.

Can we see the plane?

Sure. It's over there.

You get that a lot--
pilots giving you a hard time?

Ah, recreational pilots, you know.

They all think they're Mercury astronauts.

Kelmer a good pilot?

Instrument-rated,
but I wouldn't fly with him.

Why not?

Bad temper.

Can we see his flight plan
for Sunday?

That's just it;
he didn't file one.

I've got him running a plane that Saturday

then the following Saturday

nothing for Sunday.

You keep records
on the computer?

I put them in the computer

when I have time.

I'm only one woman, sweetheart.

Are you in here alone
everyday?

Yes, from 7:00 to 6:00--

except when I have to go
to the little girl's room.

That's in the next building.

You lock up?

No.

to the vending machine. People got to get

Do you always keep
the rental slips under there?

Where I can get at them.

And so can
everyone else.

Thanks.

I'm going to hire more people, set
up a phone bank

and I'm offering
a reward of $10,000.

$10,000?

We'll find
her, Eleanor.

What's wrong with her?

You think we believe this?
This act you're putting on?

What did you do to my Valerie?

Me?

I can't look at you anymore.

That's it,
that's it, go!

You raised her,
with all her drugs

and mental problems,
her screwing around

that's all on your head.

God will punish you
for what you've done.

All I did was turn
a shoe salesman's

daughter into a
surgeon's wife.

Did I ever hear any thanks
from you?

When do I get
a little consideration

for what I'm going through?

If they make one
accusation in public, I'll sue.

You do that, Peter.

Let the world see
what a hypocrite you are.

Valerie's
the hypocrite.

I'm no fool.

There'll be hell to pay
when she comes back.

He left his apartment
around 2:00

and arrived
at the hospital

just before 5:00--
roughly three hours.

We're giving him half an hour
to Westchester

15 minutes
to get the plane ready.

Assume the same
on the other end

that leaves an hour
and a half flying time.

A Cessna Turbo Stationaire
makes 178 knots.

That means he could cover
this area.

And we're going with
an ocean dump.

Winds this time of year come
from the north.

That means the currents are
from east to west onshore.

Areas of search should be

Long Island, from Long Beach

to Bridgehampton and New Jersey

from Leonardo down to Cape May.

Dibs on Long Island.

Forgive the facilities.

Jersey Legislature hasn't
been very generous.

A couple of joggers
found her out

on the beach early Wednesday.

I was going to get around
to an autopsy this weekend.

Any idea on how long
she'd been in the water?

Two or three weeks.

Here you go.

Female Caucasian
from the ribcage to the shoulders.

You found something,
haven't you?

You found Valerie.

We're not sure.

That's why we need her
DNA to identify her.

Oh, my God.
What did he do to her?

We can't... talk
about it, I'm sorry.

Did she ever leave a hairclip

a hairbrush, anything like that?

Last time she was here,
she used one of my hairbrushes.

You'll let me know, won't you?

We will.

Please don't talk about
this with anybody...

especially Dr. Kelmer.

The less he knows,
the better.

There was only one hair root

on the brush, but it was enough.

Your bathing beauty is not Valerie Kelmer.

She died from inhaling saltwater

otherwise known as drowning.

As for the missing bits

the arms were wrenched
from their sockets

and the neck and lower torso

were severed by crushing blows.

From what? An ax?

No. A ship's propeller.

So, let's check

no corpus delicti

no evidence of foul play

no evidence Dr. Kelmer's
guilty of anything

except being
a son of a b***h.

Did I miss anything?

Kelmer's mystery flight that
Sunday.

There was no rental slip
for it, no flight plan.

Kelmer could have nicked
the rental slip from the office.

There's no flight
plan because he didn't file one.

According to the mechanic,
who made it clear

he was no fan of the doctor's.

Are you moving Dr. Kelmer
out of the suspect column?

I don't think he should
be the only one on there.

Well, he's the only one
that matters.

The woman had boyfriends

coming out of her ears,
she was doing coke

she had a history
of suicide attempts.

He thinks we're idiots.

He's playing with us.

I want to shove a stick

in Kelmer's cage,
see what he does.

What've you
got in mind?

A leak to the media
about finding a torso.

We're going to tell her family
it's not her, though, right?

No. He could find out.

I made a promise to her cousin.

I've got to go with Bobby
on this one.

The paper says it's her.

Might be her.

They said the body had surgical cuts.

Why did they say that?

Are you really stupid enough
to believe everything you read?

Valerie's probably on a beach

with one of her cokehead
boyfriends, having a big laugh

because my life's turned
into a nightmare.

She's a vindictive b***h.
Didn't I tell you that?

If you really think
I'm capable of butchering her

maybe we should just end this.

No, Peter, please...

I've had it up to here
with recriminations

and suspicions from Valerie.

I don't need it
from my next wife.

Next wife?

I'm divorcing Valerie.

Once this is over,
I'm moving my practice

to Boulder, and I want
you to come with me.

Oh, Peter, this is so sudden.

Yes or no?

Yes.

Yes, I'll go with you.

Yes! Yes!

Dr. Kelmer's on his way up.

Sorry, uh...

Just give me a minute here.

Have a seat.

What did you want to talk to us about?

What was in the newspapers yesterday.

We apologize for that.

Somebody jumped the gun.

There's been no positive ID.

If there were one, you'd be

the first person we'd contact.

You haven't identified
this body?

No.

It's a... difficult ID.

What about fingerprints?

It would help
if there were fingers.

What, the arms
were cut off?

We'd rather not discuss details right now

until we have an identification.

I could take a look
and tell you in a second if it's her.

I'm a doctor,
I'm not squeamish.

It's not necessary;
We appreciate it.

Have you determined
the cause of death?

Was it a suicide?

Doctor, as I... told you,
until we have an ID...

Damn it, it's like pulling teeth.

I've told you everything I know,
and you are telling me nothing.

Is it because you're not
making any progress?

Fine.

You really want to help us?

How about answering a few questions?

Go ahead.

Uh... the Sunday your wife disappeared

you were seen in the garage
putting something in your trunk.

What was it?

My, uh, briefcase.

I was going to work.

I, uh, I think I told you that.

What time did you get

to the hospital?

I... I don't remember.

Is this an interrogation?

If it were one, we'd be
in the interrogation room.

When did you get
your pilot's license?

Six years ago.
What does that have...?

Do you fly every weekend?

Yes, to relieve the stress.

Sunday, after you put

your briefcase in your trunk

you drove out
to Westchester Airport.

Isn't that right?

Now you are interrogating me.

I feel I should
have an attorney.

Why?

You don't want to be helpful anymore?

No, no, that's not it.

Are we getting into an area

that's making you uncomfortable?

No. The questions are fine.

Okay.

I didn't go to Westchester.

About this body--

- you really want to help us identify it?
- Yes.

We need a sample of your wife's DNA.

Well, she hasn't had
any bloodwork in...

Could be anything.

Strands of hair
from her brushes or...

She cleaned her brushes
and combs every day.

It was almost compulsive.

Ah.

Well, I'm sure our technicians
could find something

in your apartment.

You want to search my apartment?

You said that you wanted
to help us identify the body.

As long as I can be there,
be my guest.

Fresh paint.
You had this room painted?

Yes, last week.

Valerie hates what was there before

but I thought--
it's going to sound stupid--

but I thought if I painted it

the way she likes, she'll come back.

She hates the bath mats, too?
I noticed these are all new.

Valerie dropped a bottle

of nail polish before she...

I just got around to replacing them.

What are they doing?

Checking the plumbing for
your wife's hair.

Do you mind?

Long as they don't
break anything.

Pipes look as new
as the day they were installed.

Same story with the grouting.

Either he didn't cut her up in here

or he went over this place
with a toothbrush

and some heavy-duty cleansers.

The kind of cleanser that might be used
in an operating room.

Yeah, like that.

They have stuff that'll eat anything.

It's called Virex 256.

There's dozens of bottles of it
in the O.R. prep.

Dr. Kelmer have access to it?

He has access to whatever he wants.

Uh...

You want to tell me
about it?

He has women coming
into his office

all day long, taking
their clothes off.

He takes advantage.

Somebody thought he did.

What do you mean?

A few weeks ago,
I met Kelmer for lunch

for my biannual review.

After he dropped me off
at my car

while I was getting in

I saw a man writing down
my license plate number.

I guarantee you,
no one's following me.

Valerie wouldn't hire
a detective to follow Peter.

Didn't she think he was cheating?

Well, she wasn't sure.

That's not what... you told us.

You said

that she knew there was someone.

How did she know?

Maybe I overstated.

Miss Barish.

You hired the detective, didn't you?

I thought if
Valerie saw the truth

that she'd have
to end it with Peter.

What did the detective find out?

He saw Peter kissing
another woman--

someone at the hospital.

I don't know who.

The detective told me on Friday

that he had the photos.

That was the Friday
before Valerie...

I told him
to send them to her.

I don't know if
she ever got them.

The doorman at Valerie's
building said he gave Dr. Kelmer

a large envelope addressed
to her that Saturday.

He gave it to Peter?

He must have seen
the photos and...

Oh, my God...

What did I do?

Lisa Voight?

I'm Detective Eames.

This is Detective Goren.

And this is a warrant

allowing us to search your apartment.

What are you
looking for exactly?

It's all on the warrant.

Do you know a Dr. Peter Kelmer?

Yes.

I'm an administrator

at the hospital
where he works.

I don't mean to be rude; are you
intimately involved with him?

We work together.

Any relationship we have
is strictly business.

We got these photos
from a private investigator.

This thing you're doing
to the doctor with your tongue--

what business is that,
"strictly"?

Gray T-shirt with black trim

and...

Been to Sarni's Delicatessen lately?

Peter said if someone saw Valerie

the police would have
to stop wasting their time

looking for murder suspects.

He's convinced you she's alive.

Of course she's alive.

She's hiding.

She likes torturing Peter.

In your apartment, we found

a real estate pamphlet for Boulder.

Are you moving there?

Yes, with Peter.

We're getting married

after he divorces Valerie.

These other pamphlets
about cosmetic surgery--

is that for you?

Yes.

Dr. Kelmer's idea?

Yes.

Before you met Dr. Kelmer

did you think you needed surgery?

Peter has an eye
for this kind of thing.

You're a very beautiful woman.

Did you try telling Peter that he's wrong?

He's never wrong, is he?

Of course I tried Lisa at home.

Look, if she calls in

you tell her Dr. Kelmer's
looking for her, all right?

Hello, Doctor.

You're under arrest for
the murder of your wife.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm going to handcuff you,
Doctor. Just relax.

Don't tell me what to do.

Hey, hey, down, boy.

- You're hurting me.
- Settle down.

You stupid idiots.

Sticks and stones.

Let's go.

Okay, Doc.

This is an interrogation.

First thing...

you... sit here.

You want the people
on the other side of that mirror

to see my face?

That's okay.

I don't have anything to hide.

Doctor, you're a very smart guy.

Do you recognize this?

It's a gray T-shirt with a black trim.

It looks like what my wife was wearing

when she disappeared.

How about that?

This wig?

Okay, you found these things
at Lisa Voight's.

You have her under arrest, is that it?

I'm sure she explained our little ruse

and why it was necessary.

Yes, you trained her very well.

I beg your pardon?

Peter, let it go.

No. He insulted a close friend of mine.

And she believes
everything you tell her.

She's giving up her life
to follow you to Colorado?

I mean, she's even letting you
hack into her face

because you have an issue
with her... cheekbones.

Tsk, tsk,
tsk, tsk, tsk.

Lisa Voight is in love with me.

She's enthralled with you.

She's like a little puppy
in your hands

pissing all over herself
with excitement.

How dare you?

But Valerie...

Valerie didn't need you
to feel alive.

She had her own boyfriends...

You have no idea...her own drugs,
her own bad habits.

You couldn't push her around.

Where do you get these ridiculous ideas?

You couldn't push her around.

Not like Lisa;
she's under your thumb.

That's where you like your women.

Now you just shut up!

Valerie was a... she was a...

Okay, that's it.

I'm not saying anything else.

I got a case without
forensic evidence

a case without...

I can't even prove
beyond a reasonable doubt

the victim is even dead.

Everything he's done
to cover his tracks

is evidence of a guilty mind.

Is there anything we might have missed?

We took apart his
car, the plane.

We checked
with air traffic control

along the eastern seaboard

in case he turned up
on somebody's radar.

Short answer is,
what you have now

is all the case
you're ever going to have.

"Trust me"--
hell of a closing argument.

He did it; you saw him.

You saw his rage.

I did, Detective, but the jury never will

and his lawyer is no fool.

She'll never put him upon that stand.

You put me on the stand.

I'll get him up there.

Dr. Kelmer made a point
of telling us

about his wife's

previous suicide attempts,
drug use.

He then gave us a list of his
wife's family and friends--

over 200 names and addresses
in alphabetical order.

I found this odd.

Why is that?

Well, the man's wife was

allegedly missing.

Any normal person would be
far too upset or distracted

to make alphabetical lists.

Objection. He isn't qualified

- to offer his opinion.
- Yes, sustained.

The jury will disregard
the witness's last response.

After interviewing
Dr. Kelmer

what did you do next?

We interviewed the victim's
cousin, Jennifer Barish.

She told us that Valerie's therapist
had warned her

that someday her husband
was going to harm her.

Objection. Hearsay.

Sustained. Detective I know this isn't

the first time you've testified in court.

The jury, again, will disregard.

Detective, did there come a time
when you had the opportunity

to search Dr. Kelmer's apartment?

Yes.

And what, if anything, did you find?

The bathtub drains in the master
bathroom had been cleaned

with Virex 256

the same detergent used
to clean the operating rooms

at Dr. Kelmer's hospital.

And this was confirmed by one
of Dr. Kelmer's nurses

who also accused the doctor
of cheating on his wife...

Objection. Your Honor,
this is unbelievable.

Yes, yes, Ms. Barbera.

Detective, one more like that

you're off the stand.

Again, the jury is instructed
to disregard

the witness's comments.

Go on, Mr. Carver.

Detective, I'm directing you

to confine your answers
to my questions.

- Yes, sir.
- Now, what else,if anything

did you find in your search
of Dr. Kelmer's apartment?

We found the bath mats
had been replaced

and the bathroom repainted.

Did the defendant offer an explanation?

Just a lot of double-talk,
Mr. Carver.

There's really only

He tried to hide the evidence
of a horrible crime--

the murder and dismemberment
of his wife...

- There's no other explanation.
- Objection!

Detective... If there is

- Step down!
- I'm sure we'd all love to hear it.

Do you take me for a moron?

They heard what they heard.

If I was on that jury

I'd convict me!

I want to respond.

I want to tell the jury my story.

No.

I can't advise you
more strongly against this.

The prosecutor will crucify you.

He's a civil servant, Lauren.

How tough can he be?

Now help get me ready.

I felt the police
had just given up

on finding Valerie alive.

I felt I had to do something
to keep them looking for her.

I didn't care
how suspicious it looked.

I'd been totally open
with the police.

I'd given them
all the information I had.

I allowed them
to search my apartment...

and still, Valerie is missing

and no one knows
what happened to her.

You didn't tell the police
you had a mistress.

No.

It's not easy to admit that--

in spite of my feelings
for Valerie--

our marriage was in trouble.

Dr. Kelmer, did you kill--
or cause to be killed--

your wife, Valerie Kelmer?

No.

As God is my witness...

no.

Doctor...

an earlier witness
quoted you as saying

that with a couple
of well-placed cuts

you could remove an arm...

as effortless as a wing
on a Thanksgiving turkey.

Would you mind showing us

where those cuts would be?

Objection. Relevance?

I'll allow it,
subject to connection.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Across that group of muscles right there.

The deltoid, teres
and pectoralis muscles?

Yes.

The People's Forty-Seven
through Sixty-Four.

These are the knives that the
police found in your apartment.

Now, to cut those muscles

what's the best knife?

The serrated one?

Or the boning knife here?

Which one, Doctor?

Either one, I guess.

I don't want you to guess.

The boning knife would be fine.

As a surgeon, what's
the right stroke? Like this?

Well, only if you want
to sprain your wrist.

Ah...

Please demonstrate
the proper technique.

You find this amusing, Doctor?

Show us.

You put a lot of thought
into your surgeries

don't you, Doctor?

Every incision is mapped out.

Yes, of course.

You bring the same attention
to detail to your flying

even to making lists...

Now, that's not fair.

I'm methodical and thorough

but you can't draw inferences
from that.

But if you're
so methodical and thorough

how did you end up married
to a promiscuous, suicidal

drug addict?

I resent that.

Marrying Valerie
was not a mistake.

Well, she's missing

and you're here
on trial for her murder.

Wouldn't you say
something went wrong?

I did not make a mistake.

She's the one

doing the drugs
and the sleeping around.

She's the one
who walked out on the marriage.

How about severing a leg at the knee?

What muscles would you cut?

What?

What muscles would you cut?

The gracilis
and vastus muscles.

Before she met you

Valerie had never traveled
outside the country. Isn't that right?

The furthest she'd been
was New Jersey.

Never been to a charity ball
or eaten at

a four-star restaurant?

No, of course not.

Marrying a well-respected plastic surgeon

was a big step up.

I would think so.

And she showed her gratitude

by buying drugs
with your money

having sex with strangers...

You'd have to ask her.

...painters, personal trainers...

See what I put up with?

Well, you're no angel yourself, Doctor.

You have affairs
with all the hospital staff.

I...

Just with one individual.

Her behavior drove you
to have an affair?

Yes, of course.

She made you do this?

Yes.

When you saw this, you thought

how dare she have you followed...

how dare she question
what you do?

Yes, yes.

She is trying to get power over you.

This ingrate, this nobody

who had never been anywhere.

How dare she?!

This is all your fault!

Stupid cow!

You and your low-rent family!

You just couldn't
mind your own damned business.

You just had to meddle!

Madam Foreman, on the sole count
of the indictment

murder in the second degree

how do you find?

We the jury in the
above-entitled action

find the defendant
Peter Kelmer guilty.

Did you see his face?

He couldn't believe it.

He's not the only one.

He wasn't convicted on the evidence.

He was convicted because
the jury didn't like him.

Well, I make my living

putting my trust in juries.

Now is not the time to stop.

I'll take them
any way they come.