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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.

I made the honor roll
again this year, Mommy.

And Daddy bought me
a new violin.

I practice every day.

I know Daddy
misses you a lot,

even though he doesn't
always say so.

Do you want to say hi,
Uncle Larry?

You tell her for me, kid.

Uncle Larry says hi.

I love you, Mommy.

I know you're watching
over me.

I just don't know, Evan.
You know?

I mean...

It's big.

This...

It's big.

Well, nothing's carved
in stone.

But you know
what's at stake.

Just think how you'll feel.

Bye, Uncle Larry.

You take care, kid.

Think about what I said.

Can't we just
wash the wall with bleach?

Mr. Ramsford, bleach
doesn't kill black mold.

You'll have to close
till you clean it up.

But we just got
three stars from The Times.

It's our money review.

I'd like to show it to you.

It's in my office.

I'm gonna have
to get tough with this guy.

You wait in the car.

I've seen your crack hos
up here this afternoon.

I'm warning you.

The Taft Houses
are family buildings now.

Check it out,
I fix cars now.

Stealing cars maybe.

I'm gonna get your ass
kicked out of here.

You watch me.

No.

I thought it was all
in the past.

Yeah, I know
where that is.

No.

Don't move.

I'll be there.
Bye.

Hey, man,
where you going?

Citation pad's on the seat.

Central, this is 6-8 Charlie.

We got that missing
D.O.H. Chevy

reported 10-16 two days ago.

Location is south side
of East 115th,

corner of Madison,
in front of the Taft projects.

Send a tow and units.
Over.

If he ran
into trouble up there,

they better send
the whole damn cavalry.

Got nine buildings
to search,

10,000 people
to interview.

This guy better not be playing
house with a girlfriend

the last three days.

We know if he was working
the night he disappeared?

His boss is not sure.
Mr. Martell.

He didn't have
an inspection scheduled,

but he did spot-checks
of past violators, so...

He carried a gun?

This piece of paper
was in the glove box.

There's gun oil stain
on it.

Our inspectors are prohibited
from carrying weapons.

If he was spot-checking
violators,

he'd bring his citation pad
with him?

Well, it depends.

Sometimes a verbal warning
is sufficient.

No doubt Larry
ran into trouble

while performing his duties.

No doubt.

He got a call,
personal, I think.

He looked upset,
and then he left.

He mention his plans
for the evening?

No. Our conversation was
mostly work-related.

He was training me.

All right, Mr. Brookings,

we'll get a statement
from you later.

Sugar.

Sugar cravings.

Late night trips
to the projects.

Might be supporting
a drug habit.

That's one way to cope
with a city job.

I haven't decided
on a partner for you yet.

I'm a get along
kind of guy.

Just glad to be here.

Here you go.

Fill out these forms,
read the playbook.

We'll talk later.

What, the desk?

Well, you're right--

it's the smallest one
in the squad.

And it's behind
this pillar.

It wobbles.

But you know what, Mike?

It's yours.
It's in Major Case.

You earned your shot here.

So be happy.

Nice desk.

Have you checked his LUDs?

Maybe he had a connection
in the projects.

Or it's about the personal callhe got before he left work.

He brought a gun.

Maybe someone he knew
was in trouble.

You gonna just
leave him there?

Where I can see him.

I burned a couple
of favors to get him here.

We'll see.

Deakins.

Where?
Okay.

Found him.

Tracks over tracks.

He's been dirty
a long time.

Elevator's been out of service
the last three days.

But it happens once a month,

so nobody thought it
worth mentioning.

It's a blunt force wound.

Doesn't look like
it should've been fatal.

Who you got living
on this floor?

Grandmothers, families,

and a jailbird drug dealer
name of Raynard.

The super wants me out

'cause his oldest girl's got
a thing for me.

But I'm clean.
I got a job.

I ain't dealing.

You were home Friday night.

Maybe you heard
something

outside your door.

I don't know anything
about that murder.

You stayed in all night?
You didn't go out once?

Not even
to throw out the trash?

No sir, I didn't.

Those aren't the kinds
of answers we like

from parolees.

So I guess
I'm coming in?

Yeah, you guessed right.

You from the Taft Houses?

I used to do vertical patrols
there when--

way back when.

Ride the elevators.

Check the roof.

Hey, uh, are
the Wilson brothers

still running things there?

Or, uh, Buster Yates?

Buster moved to Texas.

But the rest, they're
either dead or locked up.

Buster used to crack me up.

Funny guy, right?

Yeah.

He was funny.

So what are they looking
at you for?

That health inspector thing?

I had nothing
to do with it.

Look at my sheet.
I never did no violence.

Hey, these are a couple
of sharp detectives.

They probably knew
you were holding out.

Were ya?

I found something near
the elevator Friday night.

I got rid of it,

'cause the super would try
to put it on me.

What'd you find?

A needle.

Not a junkie's needle.

But the super would say
it was mine anyway.

Why not a junkie's needle?

Spike was too thin.

Dope would never go
through it.

This needle,
it looked new?

Yeah.
Like a hospital needle.

Yeah, okay, so I--
I talked to the people

searching your house--
you're clean.

We'll get you home as--

as soon as we can.

Hey, uh--

Sorry.

- I didn't mean
to step on your--
- Nah.

It's a good thing.
Thanks.

The only needle marks I found
were on his arms.

And the only thing
on the tox screen was heroin.

So what killed him?

Well, my best guess
right now

is heart failure
from being mugged.

What about
these marks here

on his chest?

Looks like the decomp has
been accelerated.

Could be pressure was applied
there at the time of death.

From kneeling
on his chest?

Straddling him?

All right.

I'm on top of him.

I have a needle.

I need to look
inside his mouth.

Let me.

His tongue is in the way.

Right there, pull.
Mm-hmm.

Okay, good.

The dime-sized bruise

under his tongue.

It's a needle mark.

Somebody injected him
with something

that didn't show up
on the tox screen.

Maybe that's what caused
the heart attack?

Potassium chloride
on both counts.

It's absorbed by the body,

practically undetectable,

and it's an instant
heart attack.

A needle full
of potassium...

I don't remember that
in the mugger's handbook.

Potassium-induced
heart attack.

Maybe somebody
he was shaking down?

Restaurant owner,
slum lord?

Well, whoever did it had

specialized knowledge
of potassium.

"Narcotics Anonymous".

This was in Larry's pocket.

He took it with him
into the projects.

Maybe to carry the message
to somebody in trouble.

Somebody he knew well.

You don't make 12-step calls
to strangers by yourself.

He was lured into the project
to help a friend?

A nice guy to the end.

I've got his 12-step
meeting book here--

Stuffed in with all these, um,

appliance manuals,

Mexican travel brochures.

I don't think Larry
had any

immediate plans
to quit.

Got a family
that he's close to.

Brother's graduation gown.

The hood is green.
He's a medical doctor.

Not only that,
he's an M.E.

-Evan Chapel,
-Nassau County Medical Examiner's

office.

Public service
runs in the family.

That might not be
the only thing.

This, uh...

photos of the family picnic.

Everyone's in short sleeves.

Except the Chapel brothers
are in long sleeves.

I'm devastated
by my brother's death.

I keep feeling
there was something more

that I could've done.

Did he try to call you
that night?

Would you have been home?

He didn't call.
I wish he had.

I was here all night.

Just the two of you here?

Gwen and I are
all we have,

now that Larry's gone.

My wife Monica passed away
just before Christmas.

Gwen has an aunt
in Phoenix.

I haven't told her yet
her uncle died

by drugs...

in a housing project.

Larry might have gone there
to help another addict,

somebody close to him.

I doubt it.

I was his only friend.

We understand that
it might be hard for you

to talk about
your brother's death.

Especially around your daughter...

Seeing that the subject

of your own addiction
could come up.

See, you wear

long sleeves in the summer,
and your teeth...

Yes.

My brother and I
were dope buddies.

I had a two-bag-a-day habit
in medical school.

I stopped
when Gwen came along.

Larry never did.

I warned him about

this high-quality heroin
going around--

causing heart failure.

No, see, we think his heart
got a boost

from a shot of potassium
under his tongue.

It's an exotic death,

don't you think, Doctor?

You see a lot of that kind
of thing in your line of work?

Potassium?
No.

No, never.

Dad, I'm ready to go.

Are they here
about Uncle Larry?

Yes, they're detectives.

This is my daughter Gwen.

Hi.

What are you reading there?

It's a book
about ways

kids can make themselves
feel better

when people they love die.

Sorry about your uncle.

He was a troubled soul.

He took drugs
to make the pain go away.

He's with my mom
in heaven now.

Let's get
your lunch box, huh?

You mind seeing
yourselves out?

Bye, nice meeting you.

Bye, Gwen.

Somebody gave that girl
a straight story,

and it wasn't her dad.

It might be the same person
who gave her that book.

It's from the library
at Middleton College.

The book was checked out

to one of our staff.

Leslie Eastman.

Uh, she's supposed
to be at her desk,

but she just went
up to the stacks.

How long has she worked here?

Since February.

She's a Library Science major.

[in snooty voice]
Following in "Mummy's" footsteps.

Her mother's a librarian?

And that's the accent
that she talks with?

It's South African, I think.

That's her desk?

She's really phobic about
people touching her stuff.

I do it just to bug her.

What's Ms. Eastman look like?

Uh, medium height,
middle-aged.

I mean, like, mid-30s.

Streaked blonde hair.

It's the--the long ears,

the flame
at the top of the head.

It's--it's a Thai Buddha.
It's carried for good luck.

It's her.

What timing.

If it weren't
for your lucky charm,

we would've missed you.

Looks like
your luck's run out.

What a little pagan you are,
Detective.

Don't you know
that the secret of luck

is never to trust it?

My lawyer will meet us
at your office.

18 murders...

Wow.

Beauty, brains,
and a complete psycho.

My dream girl.

The Australians won't be
open for business

for another five hours.

What are we looking at here?

Wallace coached her
how to steal diamonds.

Then cut her throat.

This is her youngest victim.

Her own daughter?

How do you figure Wallace ties
in to the health inspector?

We'll ask her.

I'm sure Ella told you

all kinds of stories
about me.

My lawyer can refute
every one.

Look, you're facing two murder
charges here.

By tomorrow morning, we'll
have extradition papers

from Australiafor the murder of your daughter.

My daughter was lost at sea.

And found on land

in a shallow grave
with a broken neck.

You'll go to these trials.

You'll be sent to prison.

For life, no parole.

Only way to get a light
at the end of the tunnel

is with a full confession.

But I've done nothing.

Except build
a new life for myself

with--with a job I'm good at

and--and people who love me,
a family.

It's what I've always
needed.

Evan Chapel and his daughter,
this is your idea of family?

You gave her
the book on death.

Told her the truth
about her Uncle Larry.

The worst thing you can do
is lie to a child.

What do you call
all this?

This phony name,
phony career.

Did you tell them anything
about yourself, Nicole?

Did you tell 'em what you do
to the people who love you?

You don't see me
at all, do you?

I thought this is a land
of second chances.

There's no second chance
for you.

'Cause wherever you go,
people die.

Accidents, Bobby.

They happen in every family.

Here's my lawyer.

I'll tell him
about your offer.

We're asking this defendant be
held without bail,

Your Honor.

Miss Wallace is a fugitive
on a murder warrant,

a flight risk,
with no ties to the community.

Your Honor,
the People have

no physical evidence
or eyewitness testimony.

Ella Miyazaki
accidentally cut herself

when she jumped out a window

into the Hudson River.

Your Honor,
we shortly expect a request

for Ms. Wallace's extradition
to Australia

for the depraved murderof her three-year-old daughter.

That's not her child.

Your Honor, I have an affidavitfrom the coroner in Australia.

Because these remains
fossilized

in the iron-rich soil
of Eastern Australia,

it was impossible
to extract any DNA

from them.

There is no way
of determining

whose child that is.

There will be
no extradition

request forthcoming.

Since your case
seems light on evidence,

I don't see why this client

would flee.

I'm setting bail at $1 million.

I looked like a first-year
law student up there.

Why didn't we have
this DNA report?

Because we didn't know
from the iron-rich soil

of Eastern Australia.

Nicole knew because she buried
the child there.

She didn't trust
her luck.

I'm not trusting mine,
either.

Send me everything
you have on her.

Accidents.

Larry's death
was no accident.

Nicole says they happen
in every family.

She was on the loose
in December.

That's around the time
Evan's wife died.

Another accidental death?

You do believe
I'm innocent?

I mean...

murdering my own child.

If I doubted you...

would I want

to marry you
just as soon as possible?

Oh.

I was so afraid that...

my arrest on top
of everything else--

Larry's death is
a blessing for both of us.

I relied too much on him.

This is going to be
a new time for me.

For us.

Monica Chapel's death

was ruled
an accidental suffocation.

The flue in the hot water heatermalfunctioned.

The house filled
with carbon monoxide.

She died in her sleep.

She was alone in the house.

Evan and Gwen were
on an overnight trip

to check out
a boarding school.

You know,
in Larry's apartment,

in the drawer where he kept
his NA meeting book,

he had, um,
appliance manuals.

A manual for
a Bach gas water heater.

That's what the Chapels had,
a Bach.

But Larry lived
in an apartment.

He wouldn't need a manual
for a gas water heater.

Unless he was looking
to sabotage one.

To kill his brother's wife?

That's a pretty sophisticated
murder for a junkie.

Yeah, but not for a junkie

whose strings
are being pulled by Nicole.

She wanted a family so bad,

she got one

by getting rid
of the lady of the house.

Hypoxia from
a carbon monoxide leak.

One of the most common ways
your house can kill ya.

The carbon monoxide detector
should've woken her up.

Well, it didn't.

Probably because
of the sleeping pills

she took every night.

Her tox screen

tested positive.

All right, thanks, Doc.

You might make a case
Larry was involved.

But Nicole...

She was having an affair
with Evan,

but his wife was in the way.

So she manipulated Larry
into helping her.

Then she kills him.

A year ago,
Evan started teaching

a late-night class
in forensic pathology

at the same college
that Nicole worked.

Except she started there

in February, two months
after Evan's wife was killed.

New Haven, Connecticut?

I have a motel charge
on Evan's

credit card statement
for one night.

There's another two charges
in November.

Another one in December.

And January.

Charges stopped
when Nicole

started working
at the library.

When she and Evan didn't have
to sneak around anymore.

I still don't see

what she wants with this guy.

He's got a mortgage,
savings bonds...

Your average worker bee.

He's weak like his brother.

Someone she can manipulate.

To do what?

Start in New Haven.

See if you can pick
up a scent at the motel.

Mr. Chapel was with us

on five separate occasions.

Each time he checked in
at 7:00 at night,

and was out by 6:00
the next morning.

You remember if he
had company, a woman?

I don't remember
the gentleman at all.

No phone calls.

No room service.

Single room.
Twin beds.

Nothing says romancelike twin beds and a towelette.

If you think so.

Excuse me.

Is there a hospital
or a treatment center nearby?

Yeah, the Samuel Pasche
Medical Center.

We get a lot
of business from them.

Chapel...

I have a Gwendolyn Chapel?

Gwendolyn.
A young girl?

Yes, she came in
several times last winter

for tests as part of a long-termstudy of D.E.S. children.

D.E.S. Her mother took it when
she was pregnant with her?

All I can tell you is
the girl's

participation in the study
ended last January.

Excuse me.

D.E.S., that's something
pregnant women took?

A synthetic female hormone usedto prevent miscarriages.

It caused birth defects,
so they stopped using it

in the early '70s.

I don't know how Gwen would've
been exposed to it.

Well, if she was, there was
probably a lawsuit.

-Evan and Monica Chapelv. Seward O'Malley. M.D. OB/
-GYN.

Gwen's mother was given
Dienestrol cream

by her gynecologist
to treat vaginal dryness.

Dienestrol contains

synthetic estrogen,
same as D.E.S.

It's contra-indicated
for pregnant women.

Turns out she
was three weeks pregnant.

Gwen was born with a heart
defect that was corrected,

and she runs a very high risk

of cervical and vaginal cancersat puberty.

How much was the settlement?

$5 million, in trust to Gwen.

Well, that's
what Nicole was after.

If she knows about it.

She works
in a college library.

They probably have an account
on this database.

Don't look so happy.

It's her.

You're early.

I thought you'd slither

back into a crevice

rather than face
another trial.

But here I am
in the daylight,

adhering to the conditions
of my bail like a good girl.

Carrot stick?

Look, this meeting
was your idea.

It's about Evan and Gwen.

Yeah, a husband
without a wife.

A little girl
without a mother.

That's convenient for you,
isn't it? What's this?

Building Your Daughter's
Self Esteem.

Wow.

You think by reading a book

and throwing on an apron

you can approximate being
the parent to a child?

I mean, that's like an ape

trying to eat
with a fork and knife.

I wasn't born to it,
but I'm getting better.

And there was a vacancy.
That's lucky for you.

I had nothing to do
with his wife's death.

Yes, you did.
You killed her and Larry.

Because not only
can you zero in

on the weakness of a person,

but you have the
cold-blooded willingness

to exploit one,
even a little girl.

- No--- Even with birth defects.

Three months ago,
you used a library computer

to download information
on Gwen's lawsuit.

Because that's
what you're after.

You're after the money.

You believe me
capable of anything.

Libraries have always
been a refuge for me.

All those books.

Is it the same for you?

What did you want to tell me
about Gwen and Evan?

Nothing.

You leave them alone.

I am free to do as I please
for my own reasons, Bobby.

Reasons you'll never know.

Under the terms of settlement,

Gwen doesn't get the money
until she's 18.

Evan and whoever he's married tocan't touch a dime.

I can't see Nicole

flipping pancakes
for the family breakfast

until the girl's 18.

"In the event of death..."

Gwen dies,
all the money--

all the money in the trust
goes to her heirs.

Meaning her father and whoever
he's married to.

Why not?

Nicole's gonna
kill her for it.

Daddy doesn't love me,
does he?

Sometimes Daddies
can love too much.

You wouldn't want that.

And besides,

I love you.

I'll tell you what.

I think you're ready
for a new,

grown-up lotion.

You want to try mine?

My wife died
in a tragic accident.

My brother had
nothing to do with it.

Nicole and I met
after Monica died in March.

She helped me find
a book in the library.

And two months later, she
downloaded Gwen's lawsuit.

Gwen probably told Nicole
about her condition.

I imagine Nicole
wanted more information.

Well, she could've
asked you.

She did.

We talked about how we could
lessen Gwen's risk of cancer.

Nicole had good ideas.

- Dr. Chapel--- She knows how to take

care of herself,
you can tell.

Not like Monica
with her sleeping pills,

always running to the doctor.

Dr. Chapel, Nicole
is only out for herself.

She knows if Gwen dies,
you'll be a rich man.

That's a horrible thought,
even for a homicide detective,

but especially
for a woman.

How can you be so blind

to this--
to this monster that, uh,

that--that killed
her--her own daughter?

Her child was swept
out to sea.

She's told me all about it.

You won't even look at it.

If I thought for one second
that was her child,

do you think I'd have asked herto be my wife?

We're engaged.

Uh, Dr. Chapel?

It's a picture
of his only daughter.

He keeps it in the same
cardboard frame it came in.

It's perfunctory.

Hormonal therapy.

Gynecological cancer.

He's looking
for treatments for Gwen.

Why a PDR unless he wrote
a prescription?

Dr. Chapel called in

a prescription
to a pharmacy in Glen Cove

two weeks ago
for synthetic estrogen.

The patient's name
was Nicole Wallace.

Chapel had the pharmacist
compound a paste

containing 30 times the usual
amount of estrogen--

enough to promote the growth
of cancerous tumors,

especially in someone

who is already highly
susceptible to cancer.

If Gwen's being dosed
with this paste

every day, how long
before she develops tumors?

A matter of months.

Cervical cancer
would ravage her

before there'd be
a chance to detect it.

And it would look like she diedas a consequence

of her exposure to D.E.S.
in her mother's womb.

As a paste, how would you

administer it
without her noticing?

Couldn't be mixed
with food.

Through her skin
in a lotion?

Yeah.

What is it you're looking for?

It doesn't say here.
It should say.

Gwen, can you show us
what lotions you use?

I don't want you involving her
in this vendetta.

Dr. Chapel,
let her through.

Here it is.

Nicole gave me
her special lotion

to use when she took
the other one away.

Which one did she
take away?

The one Dad gave me
in a blue bottle.

Gwen.

Thanks for your help, Gwen.

I thought he was gonna start
hyperventilating till he heard

"Nicole got rid
of Daddy's lotion".

She's got his back.

I think with all
the excitement today,

I should spend some
quality time alone with Gwen.

She asked me to stay,
and I told her yes.

I'm putting her
to bed early.

I promised her.

Why don't you make
some popcorn, Daddy?

The lotion Nicole gave Gwen wasnegative for estrogen.

The good stuff must've been
in that blue bottle.

As usual, Nicole's timing
was perfect.

Six months ago,

Chapel's office asked
the New York M.E.

for all infant mortalities
and their files,

including ones out
of their jurisdiction.

Nicole's daughter's autopsy
was among them.

That's why Evan
didn't look at the photo.

He had already seen it.

Why didn't he tell us that?

Because the study--
it was just a ruse.

So that he could see
the girl's autopsy.

He told us he heard

about the girl's death
from Nicole.

Yeah, well, he--
he lied.

Let's say he did meet Nicole
in March at the library.

Less than a month later,
he was checking up on her.

He's an M.E.

He can access her file
from the police database.

Somehow that didn't
scare him away.

Did he looked surprised
to you?

When--when Gwen said

that Nicole took
the blue bottle away?

Thanking his lucky stars
is more like it.

If they were

conspiring, Nicole
would've told him

that she took the bottle.

But she took it
without telling him.

She suspected
what he was up to.

What are you saying?

That it's Evan.

Evan and Larry
that killed his wife.

And they plan to kill Gwen.

Now, Nicole tried to stop it
by killing Larry.

But she was wrong,
it couldn't stop Evan.

Maybe it's you who's wrong.

No.

No, she wanted to tell me,

but I didn't give her
the chance.

I'm still here.

I haven't run.

Well, you won't.
Not yet.

Look, I, uh...

I know what you
were trying to--

to tell me the other day.

You wouldn't have believed it
coming from me.

You had to find out
on your own.

What tipped you off
about Evan?

Was it the way that he spoke
about his dead wife?

His affect was all wrong?

Something like that.

And you got rid of Larry
to protect Gwen.

I killed Larry?

What an imagination you have.

You lured him
into the projects.

Did you tell him that Evan was
up to his old habits?

I mean, he probably
confided in you.

A man will talk about his past
when he's in love.

Especially with someone
who he knows

can't judge him.

Someone whose...

past is much worse
than his.

He confided in me

long before he knew
anything about me.

No, he already knew.
That's why he picked you.

Because of your past.

No, Bobby, he thought
I was a normal divorcee

getting her life
back together--

Nicole.

Less than a month
after you met,

he pulled the file
on your daughter's death.

He knew what you'd done.

That's why
he went ahead

with his plans
to kill Gwen.

'Cause he knew he'd found
the perfect patsy.

You know,
a woman who already

murdered her own child.

Or did you think

that you'd finally met
"the one"?

A man who sensed his--
his own limitations,

who understood
the weakness of others.

And he had a daughter.

Daughter loved you.

She does love me.

Here you are

with a child killer
as a boyfriend, because this--

This is the kind of people
that you attract.

Because you will never have
a normal life.

A normal life
is not for you, Nicole.

If you want to protect Gwen,

then you have to help us
put Evan away.

How do you suggest I do that?

By testifying that you found
the tainted lotion.

They'll never believe me.

They will.

If you confess
to Larry's murder.

You're insane to think that...

I'd be willing
to go back to prison.

I have a child to care--

You cannot possibly think

that you could have anything
to do with Gwen's life.

Yes.

Now, you think about
your own child, Nicole.

That was an accident.
I--

I never meant for her to die.

I didn't.

I--I loved her.

You couldn't stop yourself.

But she was just
a little girl.

You couldn't control
yourself.

And you can't guarantee
that that won't happen again.

Gwen is a good girl
with a good heart.

She wouldn't--
she wouldn't love me

if there wasn't
anything good about me.

What about
your own child?

Wasn't she
a good little girl?

Didn't she love you,
even more than Gwen?

One day,
Gwen will do something...

Or maybe she'll do nothing,
and you will snap.

No, no, that won't happen.

Yes, you are not safe
to be around, Nicole.

Too much damage
has been done.

With her I'll be healed.
It'll be all right.

No.

If you want to save yourself,

you have to face up
to who you are.

That's it?

That's all you have
for me?

Confess.
Go to prison.

I'll give you Evan.

In his office,

I saw him hide a bottle

of potassium chloride
in the gray cabinets.

Mm, you're implicating him

in a murder
that you committed.

You'll never get him
for murdering his wife

or for Gwen.

But you can get him
for Larry.

The bottle has
his fingerprints.

He has a scar
on his left thumb.

And you planted it
in his office.

You know...

Larry and Evan used to talk

about retiring to Mexico
if they had the money.

This is not a way out
for you, Nicole.

I'm not looking for one, Bobby.

Don't believe me.

You, of all people,
mistrusting a librarian.

Nicole asked me
to prescribe this for her.

She said she'd taken it
in the past

for a chronic condition.

And you have no idea
how it ended up

- in your daughter's lotion?- That's right.

- No idea.
- Or how your brother
got the operating manual

for your hot water heater?

How would I know?

Dr. Chapel, I'm going
to offer you

a one-time-only
civil servant special,

if you come clean
about your wife and daughter.

I don't have anything to say.

Doctor, you use potassium
in your work?

No, not at all.

What would you be doing
with this?

I have never seen that before.

Got some nice
smudges on it.

Looks like a thumbprint
with a scar.

You don't have a scar,
do ya, Doc?

Fingerprints can be transferred.

This is a setup.

I wouldn't kill my brother.

He's the only one
who knew me.

Who knew how hard it
was for you to...

stay clean and...

- to work a straight job
and to be a good father.
- Yes.

Everything normal people take
for granted sickens me.

Well, why fight it?

Why not just...

go live on the top of a...

mountain of smack
in Mexico.

Isn't that what you
and Larry dreamed of?

How did you know
about that?

Were two people standing in
the way of your gratification?

Was it Monica?

All her doctors
and her sleeping pills.

And Gwen.

She was damaged goods
from day one, wasn't she?

Who told you about Mexico?

Nicole?

Too bad you got greedy
and decided to cut Larry

- out of it.- I did not kill him!

You have a choice, Dr. Chapel.

A certain conviction
for your brother's murder

or a plea to manslaughter
for your wife's death

and attempted murder.

All right.

My wife,
the hot water heater--

That was all Larry's idea.
I just went along.

And Gwen?

I can always have
more children.

$5 million.

Where do you get
that kind of money?

Nicole--
She'd understand.

Yeah, don't count on it.
She turned you in.

Come on, get him out of here.

Yes?

He's busy right now.
What--

It's Evan's housekeeper.

Gwen didn't come home
from school.

Well, it's Nicole.

Got additional units.
ETA, two minutes.

She said she was
Dr. Chapel's fiancée.

Gwen knew her.

She--she ran over
and hugged her.

I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.

They still haven't turned up
at the house.

She won't.
She's running.

She's--she's got the kid.
I should've--

Come on.

Three days, 200 leads,
and zip.

Hmm.

You may have
to graduate her

to the back of a milk carton
and move on, huh?

Goren-- Line two.

Logan--

Want you to meet somebody.

Okay, thank you.

That was the Arizona Police.
Gwen is safe.

Nicole dropped her off

at her aunt's house
an hour ago.

She did it.
She did the right thing.

You have a message.

You were right, Bobby.

I couldn't take the chance.

This is one more thing
you've taken from me.

I'll put a trace
on the call.