All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Criminal.Intent.S01E17.Seizure.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_track3_[eng]

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.

Make sure you give me one
in the back where it's quiet.

I'm going to, uh,
sleep in.

The burgers are great.

You don't have to worry about

a bunch of guys
slobbering over you.

It is pure luck
I walked in here.

I just hope I don't
get lost tomorrow.

You've never been
to their offices?

I was recruited at
a job fair in Dayton.

What's the address?

That's not far.

I can show you.

Okay.

I just need to make
a quick stop at my motel.

I go by that building

every morning on my way
to the school.

You go to school?

I'm a teacher.

Sixth grade.

I know, I shouldn't be

grading papers
while drinking beer.

You know what, Allison

I think I'm just going to
go to sleep, get up early.

Thanks anyway.

People told me
it would be hard

meeting people in New York.

Well, what do they know?

My god, look at your nails.

I love French nails.

I did them myself.

Really?

Mine are such a mess.

I could fix them for you.

I got everything
at the motel.

Waitress.

That'll be $12.

My treat.

Damn, I must have
spilled something.

I need soda water.

We can take care of it
at the motel.

My son.

He's with his daddy tonight.

Let's go.

I always lose with guys.

I just have this talent
for picking jerks.

Finished.

Beautiful.

Can you do my toes?

Think I have
pretty toes?

Mm-hmm.

Kiss them.

Come here.

Let me just go to the bathroom
a second.

This stuff dries fast.

The guy checked
in around 5:00
p.m. yesterday

paid cash for
one night

asked for a quiet room
in the back.

Signed in as John Smith.

There was 30 bucks
in cash, some change

inside that.

No ID.

This is how you found it?

With the photo facing up?

Yup.

Just so we'd see it.

We're getting tapes
from the security camera

in the front
office.

T-shirt's Arista Day Camp.

It's ketchup.

Looks like somebody used it
to wipe a stain.

The buckle's
in the right place.

Size 34.

The way she's cut up--

like the other
five in the city
last year, right?

The Motel Ripper?

That could be.

That's why
we called Major Case.

We thought that
guy was locked up.

So did we.

The obvious places have been
wiped clean of prints.

The key was never turned in

but Smith paid
with a new $50 bill.

The manager made a deposit
last night.

We're in touch with the bank.

Victim?

Well, her prints aren't
in the system.

Harland's checking
the kid's day camp.

How close a match is it

to the other killings?

Well, it's the
same belt size

buckle under
the right ear.

Same puncture
wounds

with the same
left-handed
orientation.

The victim's dark blond
like the others.

The place looked
like a hurricane hit it.

It's a rage
murder

with the same
signature

as the Motel
Ripper.

Since Kevin Reddick

the Motel Ripper,
did those killings

and he's in Rikers
awaiting trial

we're talking
about a copycat.

Except the signature was never
made public.

Well, someone must have

found out what it was,
because they copied it.

Assuming Kevin Reddick is reallythe Motel Ripper.

When Reddick was pulled over
six months ago

he had news clippings
of the five murders

in his briefcase, no alibi.

He wears a size 34 belt,
he's left-handed, and he has

a history of abusive
relationships with women.

I'll worry
about convicting Reddick

on those killings.

As for this one

I suggest someone leaked
the details of the signature

or Reddick bragged
to one of his cellmates.

Deakins.

I'll let them know.

Harland got an ID
on the kid's mother.

Rosa was real careful.

She never brought any of her,
you know, friends home

even when Petey
stayed with his dad.

Well, she's not much
of a housekeeper.

Long as she
kept the place
vermin-free.

She have any friends
in the building?

She had me and the missus.

Poor girl.

"Free cover, free drink.

Ladies' night every Tuesday."

Last night's coupon's missing.

Rosa something.

Comes in every other week.

Last night she was here.

She left with somebody.

No.

It was a her.

Ladies' night,
as in

ladies only night.

The other girl--
have you seen
her before?

No.

She was nice-looking,
blond, 30s.

Pink blouse and
a brown skirt.

Street, casual,
young professional?

She was going for casual.

She was at the bar for awhile,
checking things out.

Definitely bi-nervous.

One more thing-- did either
of them have anything to eat.

Fries or a burger?

No.

Thank you. We'll
be in touch.

The hand towel at the motel.

There were no
ketchup stains on
Rosa's clothing.

Maybe on our
mystery woman?

She ate on the way hereor on the way back to the motel.

That means we'll
be hitting all
the burger joints

between here and there.

All the lights are down.

Yeah, I like this place.

I followed the list,
exactly like you said.

I didn't think I could do it.

Yeah, I did that, too.

Yeah, yeah.

Look, do we have to...

O-Okay.

I'll tell you, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you everything.

Yeah, I pulled on them.

Hard as I could.

The waitress at Potter's Grill

saw you sharing fries
with her.

It's very important
that we find her.

I-I just met her that night.

All I know is she's from Ohio.

Uh, her name's Mary Ellen.

She said she was starting
a new job yesterday.

Design company,
Northern Boulevard.

I was going to help
her find the address.

You left with her?

No. I changed my mind.

Well, I-I'm not saying
she meant anything by it

but she wanted to stop
by her motel room first.

She was coming
on to you?

Well, I'm not,
I'm not saying for sure.

Please...

Don't lie to us.

I'm not lying.

Your ears are turning red.

My mother taught me
what that means.

Was it Mary Ellen
who changed her mind?

You don't want people to know
about your personal life.

That's
understandable.

Either way, you're
a very lucky woman.

The next girl
that Mary Ellen picked up--

she was found dead
in that motel room.

Oh, my God.

That could have been me.

I-I-I was, I was going
to leave with her.

But when she found out
I was a teacher, I don't know.

All of a sudden, she, she said
she had to get up early.

She just left.

Oh, my God.

I can't believe it.

Can you excuse me?

Well, Mary Ellen
is making choices.

The mother of a seven-year-old
is fair game

but not a teacher?

Eames.

How long?

All right, thanks.

Latent found the $50 bill
from the motel.

They're pulling prints.

Sorry about that, Johnny.

John "Johnny" West.

You were advised of your rights?

Uh-huh.

You want
to take care of this now

or you want to wait
for your lawyer?

Let's do it now.

Okay. Tuesday--

What'd you do
Tuesday?

♪ I got high.

At the Aladdin Motel?

No. I never been there.

This is you checking in, Johnny.

No, that ain't me.

This is the money
you paid with.

It's got
your fingerprints on it.

Yeah, okay, it's me.

You were
with a girl.

A blond?

Yeah. I mean, you know.

We got down to the business,
you know?

You and her and her little
friend she brought along?

No.

No, I-I never seen her.

How about now?

No. No!

Your blond friend picked her up

Tuesday night.

She's not my friend.

See, I-I met her outside of a
bodega in Astoria.

I mean,
she paid me to rent that room.

Because you're
such a stud?

No.

She told me exactly what to say.

"Ask for a room in the back

because I want
to get some sleep."

I think that she wants me
and her to... but no.

She didn't.

She gave me another 50
and told me to get lost.

So I did.

You did a stint
in Rikers

back in December
for possession.

Yeah. You met
Kevin Reddick.

You were on
the same tier as him.

Who?

The "Motel Ripper."

Picked up a few tricks
from him.

Like what kind of belt to use...

I never talked to him!

Where to stab her...

Get that away from me.

You copied
Reddick's signature so well

the DA's talking
about charging you

with all the murders.

Get that away from me.

You're a meth-head,
isn't that right?

But you don't shoot up.

No, I don't like needles.

Oh, look at that.

I see, I see.
No, look at that.

I cut myself.

Come on, look.

Look, it's really

coming out.

He faints at the sight of blood.

That's why he doesn't shoot up.

It's an involuntary reflex

common in 10%
of the population.

You start

hyperventilating,
which causes pressure

on the vagus nerve.

Heart rate slows down.

What it means...

He couldn't have cut her up.

He wouldn't have.

It's not him.

Your little demonstration aside

Mr. West is still the only
candidate for this crime.

Why not a woman?

Maybe Reddick
has a girlfriend

who wants to prove
he's innocent.

There's no evidence
he has a girlfriend.

No wife, no sister,
no kissing cousin.

We even investigated
his two coworkers

at his building
management company.

This woman, this Mary Ellen.

She had a job?

Design firm on
Northern Boulevard.

No such place.

Whoever she is

Reddick would need to be

in contact with her now

giving her instructions,
encouragement.

So we check

prison visits,
letters, phone calls.

The sooner
you connect this murder

to Reddick, the better.

His lawyer's going
to court this week
to argue for bail.

I don't want Mr. Reddick
out of jail for a second.

The inmates get
prepaid calling cards

and we don't monitor the calls.

What about the visitors list?

Reddick hasn't had
any visitors of
a personal nature

since he's been here.

He's had lawyers,
psychiatrists...

Mr. Munoz.

Inside his tape player.

Oh, look at that.

I wouldn't want to
show my face either.

"Hot 4 U 4 Ever. Karyn."

Talk about keeping
the home fires burning.

I need a cigarette
and eight hours sleep.

This doesn't read
like they've been
together on the outside.

My bet is this is the only sex
they've actually had.

"You looked strong
and powerful.

"It's good
you've been

"out of the sun.

"Your pale skin turns me on.

Could you tell?"

She's seen him
since he's been locked up.

She's not on the visitors list.

He's been in court
for pretrial motions.

When's that bail hearing?

What prompts this
motion for bail

is new evidence that tends
to exculpate my client.

Last week, a young
woman was found
murdered in Queens

in a manner identical
to those murders my
client's accused of.

Your Honor, our evidence
against Mr. Reddick

is the same now
as it was when you

remanded him
to custody.

All right, Mr. Carver,
I'm continuing remand

but I want a
full investigation

and I want the
parties back here

in 30 days to reconsider
bail for Mr. Reddick.

Next case.

Karyn.

What?

I told you,
I didn't write those.

Your little move
in the courtroom--

was that a special request
from Kevin?

How about these?

Kevin's submissive little doggy?

He ever ask you
to hurt someone?

No, and I wouldn't!

Where were you Tuesday night
last week?

In class.

I'm a French lit major at NYU.

I'm not a criminal.

He just asked me
to pose for pictures.

They're just pictures.

Nude pictures
for a serial killer.

You don't understand.

When he talks to you, he...

he talks to this...

part of you.

I can't explain it.

You just want to
do things for him.

He's just so...

hot.

You want to see pictures

of what he did
to those five girls?

It's not so hot.

Yeah, I know
he's got this
brain disease.

But he would
never hurt me.

He told you
he had a brain disease?

His shrink called me.

He wanted me
to stop talking to Kevin.

That he's dangerous.

Like I didn't know.

That's the whole point.

The doctor's name?

Buckman.

Can I go now?

I'm going to miss
my study group.

-We're going to check your alibi,
-Karyn.

Until you hear from us,
don't skip any classes.

Serial killer groupies.

And I thought I was pathetic
with my Abba fan club card.

Dr. Roger Buckman,
Haddon School of Medicine

Department of Neuropsychiatry.

He visited Reddick at Rikers.

Reddick didn't tell me
about any other girls.

He didn't even tell me
about this one.

But once I became aware

that she was putting herself
in danger

I had a duty to warn her.

You told her
Reddick had a brain disease.

Was that just to scare her?

I told
that ridiculous girl

that people who commit
these kinds of crimes

have a brain disorder.

I never told her
that Reddick did.

I wouldn't violate
his confidentiality.

Is Reddick a patient,
or a test subject?

A test subject.

I'm studying

Limbic Trigger Syndrome.

Certain chaotic violent behavior

is caused
by biological abnormalities

in the limbic system
of the brain.

Chaotic behavior
like rage killings?

Yes.

The subjects have lesions
in the limbic system.

Over time,
they cause partial seizures

which are usually followed
by the violent behavior.

What, you're saying that
everyone with the lesion...

commits rage killings?

No, I'm saying that every
rage killer has the lesion.

Back to Karyn Barrett.

How did you find out about
her relationship with Reddick?

My research associate,
Dr. Dwyer.

Is the doctor in?

Kevin bragged
about toying with this girl.

I was worried for her

so I asked Dr. Buckman
for advice.

Did he brag
about any other women?

You know
where to draw

the line,
Cathleen.

I'm sure she
does, Doctor.

Thank you.

No, he didn't mention
anyone else.

He bragged about Karyn
to you.

He must feel very comfortable
around you.

I think the point
was to make me uncomfortable.

He likes to play games.

Who sees him

more often, you
or Dr. Buckman?

I do.

I conduct the interviews,
and I supervise the PET scans.

Which one's Reddick?

I can't tell you.

The ID tags are numbered.

Your subjects--

are they all serial killers?

No. Kevin's the only one
accused of that class of crime.

But they're all
rage killers.

I like the way you
have things arranged--

books, boxes--
all sorted by size.

It's very, uh... uh...

orderly.

A defense against
the chaos in here.

The lesion

in the limbic system--
does it show up?

Yes, yes.

It's, uh, there.

This shadow
right by the hypothalamus.

The limbic system,
that governs...

emotion and motivation.

You've studied the field?

By necessity.

A family history
of schizophrenia.

If this study of yours
pans out

it's a pretty good basis
for an insanity plea.

Limbic Trigger Syndrome
is a mental disease

so, yes, there would be
legal ramifications.

Like killers getting
away with murder.

They wouldn't get
away with anything.

They'd get
treatment.

Your study will take what,
five years to complete?

And who knows
how long

before it's accepted
by the medical establishment?

By then it will be too late
for old Kevin.

It's still helpful
for him to understand

why he behaves the way he does.

This is...

very cutting-edge stuff.

It must be so exciting for you

doing research,
teaching young students...

I don't teach;
I only do pure research.

How did you get interested?

A professor inspire you?

My mother, I guess.

Before she died,
she taught high school biology.

A teacher.

I'm sure
she'd be very proud of you.

Thank you for talking to us,
Doctor.

A university researcher
with a Ph.D.?

Rosa Dern's killer had
a soft spot for teachers.

Dr. Dwyer's mother was
a high school teacher.

Dr. Dwyer spared
the teacher

but killed the mother
of a seven-year old.

That fits your profile?

A mother who left

her son with her
ex-husband

while she had sex with strange
women in motel rooms.

That was the point
the killer was making

by leaving the boy's
picture

on top of
Rosa Dern's clothes.

Which, by the way

were folded neatly
on top of the dresser.

Not by Rosa Dern
who was a slob--

but by the killer.

Dr. Dwyer's a neat freak.

But why?

Why would she
commit such a crime?

I'm not sure.

You should call
your office.

What?

Queens County DA's taken
jurisdiction

of the Rosa Dern case on the
theory that she was killed

by someone unconnected
to Kevin Reddick.

They're saying

whoever killed Rosa Dern
also killed the other five.

If you really think
Cathleen Dwyer did this

and you can connect her
to Reddick, do it fast.

-I'm stunned you're even asking.

I can't think
of an individual

less likely
to commit a murder.

How long have you
known Dr. Dwyer?

Eight years. ever since
the university
invited me here.

She was a very bright

very serious
graduate student.

She sounds like
a lot of fun.

Any boyfriends?

You people do go
for the obvious.

I sat in on some
of those sessions.

They weren't
blowing kisses
at each other.

Everybody keeps
their game face for the boss.

Well, I'd be
a pretty poor
psychiatrist

if I allowed someone's
weak character

to undermine the integrity
of my life's work.

Other than the sessions
you mentioned

Dr. Dwyer was alone
with Reddick

the rest of the time?

Yes.

Does she have access
to the crime reports

or did Dwyer tell her
any details of the killings?

You mean the killer's
unique signature?

No, of course,
we don't have that data.

And Reddick would not
incriminate himself

by telling us.

I see Dr. Dwyer had
him brought here

for medical tests.

Yes. Under guard
for his PET scan--

neurological evaluations.

Were there other people?

Technicians who might
have observed them together?

Yes, obviously.

That was a big day
when Dr. Dwyer brought in

the Motel Ripper
the first time.

He's the most
famous killer they got.

The first time?

Reddick had
another PET scan?

Yeah, they misplaced
his first one

and then Dr. Buckman said
it was blurry.

So they brought
him back in
three months later.

How was
Dr. Dwyer with him?

Was she friendly?

Well, not
the first time

but the second,
she was fussing all over him--

holding his coat,
getting him water.

That's unprofessional.

Well, I've seen her
like that with Dr. Buckman.

But this was different.

Look, during his PET scan,
she held his hand.

I mean, I don't know
if he was nervous

but to stand there
for 45 minutes

holding that man's hand?

Hmm-mm.

Holding hands with
a serial killer--

sounds like probable cause
for a search warrant.

You sure you can
just come in here?

Don't you have to tell
Dr. Dwyer?

No, we don't.

You mind waiting
in the hallway?

Has this place
just been painted?

I smell
fresh paint.

About a month ago.

Before Dr. Dwyer moved in.

I am not finding
a pink top

or a brown skirt.

Yeah, family photos.

Dwyer skateboarding
with a neck brace.

Tough kid.

Dwyer...
Dwyer and mom...

There's no pictures of dad.

What did I tell you
about the negligent dad?

I don't know. I forgot
to write it down.

What have we here?

Dr. Dwyer's secret garden.

Novels by

Yukio Mishima.

Domination porno
for intellectuals.

Magazines...

This is rough stuff.

Total submission.

Dr. Dwyer likes a strong daddy.

Reddick's the right man
for the job.

Her student loans.

She owed a couple
of bricks.

Collection notices,
overdue credit cards.

You've got to wonder
how she can afford this place.

How much
is the rent here?

Cheap. It's rent controlled.

How did Dr. Dwyer
get it?

I don't know.
There was a long waiting list

then all of a sudden she pops upand moves in.

What company
manages the building?

Gump & Worsley.

Kevin Reddick's
old employer.

They were in my apartment,
Kevin, in my bedroom.

They looked through my things,
they touched

everything.

What did they take?

Just-just financial papers...

That's it?

Yes. There was nothing
for them to find.

What are we going to do now?

You are going to sit tight.

You're going to be okay.

I don't know if I can...

You remember
how you were before?

You thought you were too weak,
that you couldn't do it.

But I said you could.

I told you you could,
and you did.

Doesn't that make you
feel good

that I knew
what you're able to do?

You had the strength
all along.

You just needed the right man.

Look, as long as nothing comes
between us--

no cops, no fears,
no doubts--

everything will be fine.

I-I can't. I don't want to...

No, Kevin, don't go...

I'm done here.

Please... stay.

All right, big deal.

So Reddick called me
about Dr. Dwyer.

What did Reddick say
when he called you?

Said he had
this lady friend

who was living
in a dump.

He wanted to show her
what a good guy he was.

Kevin took good care
of my building

so why not do him
a favor?

This is a girl
who had problems

paying her student
loan every month.

Weren't you taking
a big risk?

Kevin told you what?

That she'd
do you favors?

That she was hot?

Reddick just said that this girlwas a little kinky

and if I played my cards
right...

Kinky?

Yeah, she likes
to take direction.

He told me she had
a whole collection of erotica

on the subject.

Excuse me.

Yeah, hello.
Yeah.

Serves Dwyer right telling
Reddick she had that stuff.

You really think
she told him?

She lives alone,
she had it hidden

in the back of
her linen closet.

She's ashamed of it.

If she didn't tell him,
who did?

So, Dr. Dwyer killed
Rosa Dern for two rooms

with a river view.

She killed for needs
far more basic

than housing.

Needs he's uniquely adept
at exploiting.

Flattery will get you nowhere,
Mr. Carver.

We thought you wanted
to talk about

your legal, uh, predicament.

My only
predicament here

is deciding which tie to wear
at your client's execution.

Of course

if he gives me a reason
to take the death penalty

off the table...
A reason?

His testimony against Dr. Dwyer

that she agreed to commit
a murder on his behalf.

Thanks to the, uh,
Queens County DA

my client is already
halfway out the door.

I've got it.
What?

A red tie.

Good-bye.

I have to know

all that stuff you told
your buddy about Dr. Dwyer

you made that up, didn't you?

I mean Dr. Dwyer...?

Kevin, let's go.

That educated,
uptight

little scientist?

Not in a million years
would she tell some creep

she's never been intimate with
her nasty little secrets.

Especially a creep
like you.

No woman would.

I wouldn't.

Not even if I was going
to marry the guy.

Well, I guess I
just have a way
with the ladies.

Uh, maybe with mixed-up
college kids

but not Cathleen Dwyer.

You're not that good.

You expect us
to believe

that little mouse
had the idea--

much less the will--
to strangle and stab

some poor woman
without some input
from you?

You have no ideawhat's inside that head of hers.

I think I have ideas not filledwith what you'd like it to be...

dominance, submission, pain.

No, that's your
fantasy, not hers.

No. No... she loves that stuff.

She told me once she let a guy
twist her up so much

he dislocated her shoulder.

Kevin...

let's go.

Dislocated shoulder?

You'd go to the
emergency room for
that, wouldn't you?

Four years ago,
Cathleen Dwyer

walked into
her neighborhood hospital

complaining of severe shoulder pain.

The bill was paid
with a credit card.

One of her
maxed-out cards?

No, this cardholder
had excellent credit.

Dr. Roger Buckman.

They had an affair.

Well, he'd know
about Dr. Dwyer's kinks.

He could've been the
one who told Reddick.

Isn't that
a dangerous thing

to tell a serial killer
about a colleague?

Not to mention
bad manners.

Unless you're
priming the pump.

I wonder if the
University knows

what goes on
in the research labs.

The affair was years ago

and anyway, we're a university,
not a monastery.

How have things been

between them lately?

Only one thing
I'm aware of.

Two months ago,
Dr. Dwyer

asked the Review Board

to mediate a dispute
with Dr. Buckman.

She wanted to stop
doing the interviews

with Kevin Reddick.

Why?

They were making
her uncomfortable.

But a few days later

Dr. Dwyer withdrew
her objections.

Buckman pressured her?

The pressure's on

for results.

Funding was nearly cut
last summer.

Buckman turned things around?

He made a very
strong argument

that cutting funding
before he had a chance

to study Reddick would be
a disservice to the community.

The decision
was validated

when Dr. Buckman presented
Reddick's PET scan.

The lesion was clearly present.

Can we see the PET scan
he presented the Review Board?

I just got this
from the PET scan lab--

all the PET scans charged off
to the study.

These things aren't cheap--
1,500 bucks a pop.

Even Buckman got a PET scan,
and Dwyer.

Looks like all
the researchers got one.

Mmm, part of the
control group.

Okay.

Well, here's the charge
for Reddick's first PET scan.

They flubbed it,
but they still

charged for it.

And here's his second one
three months later.

Reddick's the only test subject
they did twice.

I need to see a doctor.

Moving out?

Soon enough.

Dr. Buckman, this
is Ron Carver

from the District
Attorney's office.

Yes. What's this about?

Oh, come on
in, Dr. Dwyer.

Maybe she can testify, too.

There's a hearing
tomorrow

on a motion to dismiss charges
against Kevin Reddick.

I'd like you to testify
as expert witnesses.

You made a speech.

It was at the Harvard
Medical School.

Here it is.

You said, "The Motel Ripper
homicides fit the profile

"of rage killings.

"And when the perpetrator
is identified

I have no doubt..."
No doubt.

"...that he will be found
to have a lesion

"in the limbic system
of his brain

which triggers his chaotic
and violent behavior."

That was what you said.

Yes, that's right.

At Harvard.

When they caught
Kevin Reddick,
he had the lesion

just like
you predicted.

That's what we need you
to say on the stand.

Well, the study

isn't done yet.

I'm not sure that a court
of law is the best forum.

What?

You already said

on record, that the
Motel Ripper will
have the lesion.

Well, I have another
quote from you.

Oh...

Oh, God.
Oh, geez.

I'm sorry.

We didn't mean
to embarrass
you, Dr. Dwyer.

W-why... wh-why would I be
embarrassed?

Well, you had these hidden
in your apartment.

You know

Reddick told us
you were interested

in this kind of activity

to cast aspersions
on your character.

Re-Reddick doesn't know.

Well...

You didn't tell him?

Then it must have been
Dr. Buckman.

Well, that's

why Reddick knew
about the dislocated shoulder.

Cathleen, I swear to you...
It's okay.

You were just trying

to establish a rapport
with Reddick.

Telling stories out of school

about some woman
that you slept with.

That is absolutely false.

Well, you would
know if it's true.

Reddick seemed
to have this uncanny ability

to read your mind

and your desires.

No wonder, he had an...

unfair advantage.

Cathleen, don't listen
to this nonsense.

You felt
he understood you.

You started feeling
attracted to him

and that's
why you tried
to back out.

Buckman pressured you.

Forced you
into Reddick's
presence.

Why?

You must have known
what he'd do with her.

With her need to submit.

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

Yeah, I...
I wasn't sure, either

until I found a paper that
you wrote ten years ago

about the Hillside
Strangler in California.

He convinced
his girlfriend

to commit a copycat
murder to exculpate him.

That's what he had
planned for you?

To help exonerate Reddick.

Not because he

isn't the Motel
Ripper, but because...

He doesn't
have...
a lesion.

He doesn't have Limbic
Trigger Syndrome.

That's ridiculous.

Reddick has the lesion.

You knew the minute
you saw his first PET scan.

The theory you staked your wholecareer on was, uh...

crap.

And sooner or
later, someone was
going to find out

that Reddick did not
have the lesion.

So, you buried that PET scan

and you gave the Review Board
another one

from some other subject

to buy time so you could
figure out a graceful way

to knock Reddick out
of your study.

And you did that by...

giving him someone

he could dominate
and manipulate.

Who had the
mental equipment...

who had the
predisposition to kill.

Dr. Dwyer, the PET scan...

showing the lesion

on what Dr. Buckman claims
to be Reddick's brain.

What are those
faint shadows there?

They're difficult
to see

if you're not
looking for them.

Those are the cervical
vertebrae.

And what's that
right there?

An injury to the disk.

Between C2 and C3?

Yeah.

That's the
injury you got
when you were

roller skating as a child.

This is your PET scan.

And the lesion--

it's in your brain.

And you knew that, didn't you,
Doctor?

You knew that, and you used her.

No, no, no.

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Cathleen, don't listen to that.

Don't listen...
You son of a bitch!

You keep that crazy woman
away from me.

You son of a bitch!
How could you?!

How could you do this to me?

Dr. Buckman,
you're under
arrest for murder.

It's him! It's him!

You bastard!

You stupid

burned-out quack!

I hate you, you freak!

So, she had a
lesion, and she
committed murder.

Doesn't that prove
Dr. Buckman's theory?

She wasn't driven
to kill out of rage.

She chose to kill
out of love.

Love?

It's a many splendored thing.