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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.

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.