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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.

Stripping in the street?
This is so fetch.

You couldn't wait
20 minutes?

Bethany,
we have to get back.

I didn't do anything
to it, Mr. Neuhauser.

I just wanted
some cubes.

Lights out
was three hours ago.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you girls doing?

Bethany was jonesing
for ice cream,

so me and Alexis
went with her.

She's totally menstrual,
Mr. Neuhauser.

Oh, so that's why

she's leaking.
Ice cream.

Timmy, grow up.

Just--just...go.

Once we're inside,
I want you all to note

the two large paintings
by the artist Marc Chagall.

Bethany, if you don't
turn that phone off,

I am confiscating it.

Now go.

The New York Public Library
is considered

one of the five greatest
libraries in the world.

Built between
1902 and 1911,

the library was dedicated
by President Taft

on May 23rd of that year.

It was open to the public
on the following day

and was visited by more than
50,000 people in that one day.

The two lions
that you saw out front,

made of
pink Tennessee marble,

while never given
official names,

are commonly known
as Patience and Fortitude.

You have one hour to play,

then back at the hotel
to pack.

The bus leaves for the airport tomorrow at 6:15,

so you need to be
in the lobby by 6:00.

What did I tell you?

Bethany!

I need my phone.

We're going in.

Ms. Lindstrom?

Yes, Alexis?

It's Bethany.
She's not here.

Yeah, I see that.

No, I mean
she's not here.

She didn't sleep
in her bed last night.

When the teachers
did another head count,

they were short
two more kids.

Two boys. Tim Stenton
and Jesse Milton.

They never made it back
to their room.

Three kids missing.
This is some field trip.

We're getting photos out?

As we speak.

The parents are on their way
from Des Moines.

The girl Bethany Lunden,
as a missing kid,

she's practically
made to order.

Straight A's,
loved animals,

just had her
sweet 16 last month.

Her roommates
are over here.

We waited for her
outside of laser tag.

But we didn't find her,

so we went back
to the hotel.

We thought she was hanging out
in one of the other rooms.

Now Tim and Jesse.

She have any kind
of relationship with them?

No. They're not boys
Bethany pays attention to.

Were they paying attention
to her yesterday?

Maybe bothering her?

Uh, I don't know.

Did you try calling Bethany
on her cell phone?

Yeah, I tried once,

but it went right
to her voice mail.

Try again?

That's Bethany's ring.

Excuse me. That's mine.

Is that your
cell phone ringing?

Oh, for crying out loud.

I completely forgot.
That's Bethany's.

I-I confiscated it before
we went into the Laser Arena.

She kept playing with it
all day,

not listening
to instructions.

Playing?

Test messaging.

We'll need to speak with
the missing boys' friends.

I didn't see them
after laser tag.

You ever hear them
talking about Bethany?

Nice things?
Bad things?

Any of their belongings
missing? Their suitcases?

Oh, they're over here.

They were downstairs
this morning.

Tim and Jesse packed them
before we went out.

I just brought them down.
You know, as a favor.

Thanks.

She's got eight
text messages.

"Ur a$$ luks gr8
in those jnz."

Ur so hot.
Want 2 b hotr?"

Sounds like harassment.

Well, and this one.

"Lionz got surpriz
for sexy B."

That could be a threat.

The boys might've
had it in for her.

Shooting her
with laser guns

wasn't real enough
for them?

I've got three vests
and three guns missing.

I don't know
how those kids got out

without turning them in.

Any other exits?

No. Everyone has to
go in and out

through the pack room.

And this door here?

That's the supply room.
It's always kept locked.

Well, shoot.

Well, I've got two sets
of laser gear.

Size medium.
Probably the boys.

I got another one.

Size small.
Bethany's?

It's broken up.
Torn apart.

The "lionz" moved in
for the kill.

Tim's cut class
a few times.

But he's never run away.

Chances are the three
of them when out partying,

and now they're worried
about being in trouble.

Is there anyone
they've contacted?

I haven't heard from Jesse.

They know anybody local?

Tim doesn't.

We've never been
to New York City.

Same with Jesse.

They told me to bring the most
recent pictures I had of him.

Your sons mention
going any place,

maybe not on their itinerary?

Tim didn't say
anything to us.

The last time you talked
to your kids was--

Tuesday.

Or maybe Monday.

I talked with her
Wednesday night.

Just before 11:00 her time.

We spoke for ten minutes.

Okay, folks.

We need to spend
a couple minutes

with Bethany's parents.

Do you remember what you
talked to Bethany about?

She and her friends
got ice cream

from the store
next to the hotel.

They were eating
and looking out their window

at Times Square.

She say anything about Tim
and Jesse?

No, they're not part
of their circle.

But if something did happen,

she would have discussed it
with you.

Yes, she knows
she can tell me anything.

We don't have any secrets.

Oh, God, please, please,
bring her back.

How come we get
the dirty laundry?

It's their case.

Is their any pants in there?

No, just shirts, socks,
and underwear.

There's none
in here either.

What kind of mother
sends her kid on a trip

without a change of pants?

Besides mine?

Look at this.

We got large boxers,
medium briefs.

Who packed these?

The roommate said
Tim and Jesse did.

And they put alltheir underwear in the same bag?

I didn't pack for them.

I don't knowwhat happened to them, I swear.

A.J., you thought that you were
doing Tim and Jesse a favor.

We understand that.

But lying to us now
is going to make you

an accomplice
to whatever bad thing

that they might have done
to Bethany.

Tim called this morning...
early from a pay phone.

Said that they weren't going
to be back to the hotel

before the bus left.

Said for me
to pack their bags

and bring them
a change of clothes.

And meet them where?
The airport?

Something happened,
and they're not coming.

-This is really bad.
-Sssh, don't freak out on me.
Don't freak out on me.

Just tell me you're clear
about what you're gonna say

-when they find us.
-I know what we're gonna say.

Hey. Tim Stenton?

This is Unit Four.
We got 'em.

We couldn't find anybody when
we got out of the laser place.

And these two guys,
these two black guys,

they came up to us,

and they threw us
in a van, a blue van.

They jacked our money,
our phones,

and they dumped us off
in Brownsville.

I, uh...

Brownsville, huh?
Blue van, black guy.

That's very colorful.

Guess what we found
in a room

off the Laser Arena.

It has your
finger prints on it.

So you wanna tell us
your story again, Tim.

Okay, it was Jesse.

This is all his idea.

Before the laser tech place,

he met up with these guys

that said they
can score some weed.

After we snuck out,

they said we had
to go to Brownsville.

That's when they ripped us off.

We thought that
they were going to kill us.

And Bethany.

She a part of your little...
expedition.

Bethany London? No.

So how did her vest
get in the basement?

I-I don't know.
Ask her.

You know we can't do that,
'cause she's missing.

The last place
anybody saw her

was the Laser Arena.

No, no, no, I swear to God,
she was not with us.

No, not that--
that stuck up bitch.

Our point, Tim,

is that you decided
to loosen her up.

You sent her text messages.

Then you took her

to that room.

No, no way.

How 'bout you ask
her friends where she is?

Okay, everybody thinks
they're so perfect.

They're the ones
who broke curfew.

When did they do that?

Wednesday night.

Mr. Neuhauser called
all three of them

sneaking back in the hotel
at 2:00 a.m. with ice cream.

Ice cream? Yeah.

A whole bag of it.

It was melting
all over the place.

I swear to God,

we just snuck out
to buy weed.

And they left us
all the way out there

in Brownsville.

Hard to see
how two bongheads from Iowa

came up with Brownsville
on their own.

Wednesday night at 11:00,

Bethany told her mom
she and her friends

were having ice cream
in their room.

At 2:00 their teacher
caught them sneaking in

with more ice cream.

Which was melting.

Which wouldn't be melting
if they actually got it

from where they said they did,
next door.

Gee, and those girls
seemed so sweet and innocent.

Please, please,
don't tell our parents.

We went clubbing
Wednesday night.

We just wanted to see
what it's like.

You meet anybody there,
any boys?

Bethany did.

She was dancing with him
forever.

She make plans to meet him
last night.

I don't know.

She wouldn't even tell us
his name.

He was cute,
with a retro suit.

When they
were dancing together,

how did they act?

They were making out.

And then I saw her jump
and hold her lip.

Yeah, and after she had
this welt.

So he bit her lip.

I think so.

You girls being so tight,

I'm surprised you didn't get
any details out of her.

Well, last night at dinner,

she showed me this thing
he gave her.

Thing?

She thought it was a necklace.

Beth acts so sophisticated.

What did you think it was?

A chain with two little clips.

It's for, you know,
nipples.

-She showed you at dinner.
-And where were you before that?

At the public library.

Is it okay?
I told my mom I'd call her.

Yeah.

So the text message,

"Lionz got a surpriz
for sexy B."

The lions in front
of the library.

Probably left the--

probably left the clips
there for her.

The secret life of teenagers.

Of course they let
those boys go.

16-year-old boys from Iowa
do not go to New York

to kill their classmates.

But what about
this teacher?

Matt Neuhauser.
43 years old, single?

Well, hello. He had Bethany's
phone in his possession.

Smell of rotting meat
in the air,

that's the vultures
gathering.

You have a sketch.

Kid she was dancing with.

Medium height.
17 to 20 years old.

We're assuming she set up
a meet with him

at the Laser Arena.

Well, if they had a date,

she should've turned up
by now.

Depends what this kid
means by date.

Well, he bit her lip
and laughed about it.

Sent her S&M toys.

Left her crude
and suggestive messages.

A bad boy.

Or he plays at being one.

Go to the club.
Show the sketch around.

The girls don't remember
anything about the place

other than it's
down a flight of stairs

and it has a red bar.

Oh, the Shock & Awe Club.

It's on Harrison
between Greenwich and Hudson.

There's this DJ there
that I know.

Hey, we're looking
for this guy.

He was here Wednesday.
Medium height.

Dark suit.

Sorry, I don't pay attention
to people with Y chromosomes.

Okay!

All right, we're gonna pretend like we don't see

any illegal substances.

And in exchange
for that very big favor,

we need some information.

We're looking for this boy.

He has a thing
for biting girls on the lip.

You don't have to raise
your hand.

Sorry.

I don't know his name.

But my friend Susie
hooked up with him

a couple weeks ago.

The way he bit her lip,

I told her she should
get a shot or something.

Well, is she
here tonight?

No. She got grounded.

Lucky her.

I don't remember them.

Are they your grandkids
or something?

Thank you.

We got a lead on the girl
who knows the biter.

Hey.

Another missing girl.

Tiana went missing
two months ago.

A week before
she disappeared,

she was at that club
with some friends.

The night she went missing,

she went to a party
at her school,

Stuyvesant, which is
four blocks from the club.

Not much of a connection.

What did
Missing Persons say? She's a runaway,

and the family moved here
from North Carolina

four months ago.

They think
she got homesick.

My baby girl
did not run away.

She's smart.
She's responsible.

Was she fitting in
at her new school?

She loves Stuyvesant.

That's why my husband and me moved back to the city,

so she could go there.

I have to ask.
Why are you here now?

Well, another girl's
gone missing.

And, um, you've probably
seen it on television.

Bethany Lunden.

We think it might
be connected.

That white girl, you mean.

I called the papers,
the radio, and TV.

They wouldn't give me
one minute for Tiana.

Well, you've got 100%of our time now, Mrs. Peterson.

Hey.

The Marquis de Sade
collection.

They usually come
in pairs.

Mrs. Peterson,

was there another one of these
probably attached to a chain?

It's all right,
we know what it is.

When Tiana didn't come home,

we went through her things.

We found another one
like that

with a chain
like you said.

My husband's brother
told us what it's for.

What'd you do with it?

We threw it away
before the detectives came.

We didn't want them
getting the wrong idea

about our daughter.

I don't know his name.

He forgot to tell me.

Susie, the reason
you were grounded,

it's because of you made
that little visit

to the club, right?

She engaged in reckless
and inappropriate behavior.

I think we know
what that means.

How do you do your homework

with the computer
in the living room?

You know, your whole family
watching.

That must be difficult.

That was dad's idea.

It's a new idea, right?

I--'cause the chair

hasn't been here long enough
to scratch the floor.

Your dad catch you

looking at reckless and
inappropriate emails maybe?

I caught her
reading a blog

written by a boy
she had sex with.

It was very graphic.

The boy you met
at the club?

He texted me the address.

He said I was on it.

I tried to find out

who this creep is.

That's impossible.

I tried to get
the blog closed down.

You can't do that.

So now it's out there

for the whole world to see
forever.

No wonder her dad went nuts.

"Age 17. Location,

"the fifth circle of Hell.

booze, dames, and poker."

He's the only one
fully clothed

in the photos.

And the kids,

he's displaying them like
they're trophies.

Sexual predator at 17.

Already with a couple
of notches on his belt.

Tiana and Bethany
share the same profile.

Young, naive risk takers.

Chief of D's wants
all our resources concentrated

on Bethany Lunden.

Because she's getting
all the press.

You noticed.

The kid was filling
five pages of blog a week

until last week
when Bethany disappeared,

then nothing.

And no entries
on Tiana either.

He probably deleted them
after he deleted her.

"Up till the wee
small hours

stacking chips
with Dino and Sammy."

Kid watches too many
Sinatra movies.

He's adopted
the Rat Pack

as the mythology
of his blog

and to create pseudonyms
for everyone--

even himself.

Chairman of the Board.

"The dame
was a lot of fun.

"But it was time
to cut her loose.

The Chairman's
Chairman would approve."

Chairman's Chairman?

Captain,
can we talk about Tiana?

You want the Chief
to come around on her,

you got the rest
of the day.

12 hours.
We'll take it.

We already told
some other cops

everything we know
about Tiana.

You went with her
to the Shock & Awe Club

a week before
she disappeared.

We want some details
about that.

So you can say
we corrupted her?

That's what
the other cops thought.

Yeah. And we helped her
run away.

Did we say that?

You know, I always thought
the kids from Stuyvesant

were smarter,
more open-minded.

Here you are judging us just
cause we're wearing badges.

All we're asking for
is a little respect.

Did you see her dance
with anybody at the club?

Lots of people.

She been saving that up
since North Carolina.

She favor anybody
in particular?

Now what would a fine

Nubian sister want
with a skinny white boy?

How about the week after?

She mention anything
or anybody unusual?

She asked me what it meant

if a guy kept
calling her "Pearl".

I said it might mean
something nasty,

you know,
like pearl in the oyster.

That is so Rita Mae Brown.

We gotta get to class.

You know what, Sinatra cut
an album with Pearl Bailey.

Maybe our kid nicknamed
a black girl "Pearl,"

seeing as he's
a Sinatra nut.

Apparently not
the only one.

So he writes

about--about doing
a-a duet

with a--with a woman
named Pearl.

Now Sinatra recorded a song--

What's that about Pearl?

The blog entries

around the time
of Tiana's disappearance.

They mention somebody
by the name of Pearl.

Tiana asked her friends

about a boy
calling her Pearl.

This is the guy.

There's gotta be a way
of finding him off his blog.

All right, well, he's very
clever at covering his tracks.

But he did mention

going to a movie
at a place called

the "42nd Street
Country Club."

Ah. That's what the Rat Pack
called Times Square.

He also talks about meeting
a college dame at Luchow's.

Yeah. The restaurant.
It was on East 13th.

It's an NYU dorm now.

His blog is filled
with references

to places that don't exist
anymore

except in, you know,
Rat Pack mythos.

Seems to be working very hard
to be sophisticated

beyond his years.

Well, he also talks
about his regular

after school poker game
at Liederkranz Hall.

Sinatra recorded there

when his career
was on the skids.

It's on what,
the Upper West Side?

It's Madison in the '20s,
I think.

Let's put them
out of our misery.

Liederkranz with a Z?

East 58th Street

between Park and Lex.

It's a men's
athletic club now.

School's out.

Time to stack chips
with Dino and Sammy.

Be our guest.

There they go.
Ocean's Two.

Where I come from, friend,

that's evidence.

Hey, Carlos.
Turn that off.

Can't hear myself think.

Like thinking's
going to help.

I see your 50.
Raise you 100.

What's the buy-in, guys?

Nickel.

Oh, those are big stakes.

Well, that's a nickel
as in 500.

That's a mark
of a watch strap.

Where's your watch?

It's being used to secure
a poker loan, gentlemen.

That makes you the bank.

That's what it makes me.

Also makes you
under arrest.

What part of "indelible
right to counsel"

do you just not understand,
detective?

Come on, Ethan.

We're tossing you
a softball here.

Thursday night,
did you play poker or not?

Well, I guess we go
to the show part

of show-and-tell.

Remember these girls, Ethan?

You danced with her
last Wednesday.

You bit her lip.

This one, you met her a week
before she disappeared.

-You mentioned her in your blog.
-You called her Pearl.

Your, uh, your "show"...

violates my civil rights

under both the Federal
and the State Constitutions.

Or did you just cut

that day class
at the Academy, detective?

You know,
if I were you, kid,

I wouldn't be so happy
to be here.

Who said I was happy?

I had a full house.

You know, the Chairman,
you know, they...

Sinatra, they always
associate the Rat Pack

with a 24-hour party.

But in the '50s,

he did all his songs
about lonely guys.

You know,
heartbroken guys.

Is that what's up
with you, Ethan?

You're lonely?

You feel heartbroken?

Is that why you talk
about sex so much

to cover it up?

You're done.

Kid's father's
on his way up.

You won't believe
who we've got here.

Mr. Carver.

I had a call from my wife.

She said my son Ethan
was here.

Yes, Judge. I'm sorry.

If I had known
he was your son,

I would've
called you myself.

He was arrested
for a poker game?

Promoting gambling.
He was the bank.

Gambling is a serious matter.

You did the right thing.

He invoked?

Chapter and verse.

For the time being,

consider him
represented by me.

I presume you'll be issuing

a desk appearance ticket.

For the time being.

Fine. Thank you.

Four detectives

on a Mickey Mouse
gambling charge,

and he doesn't say boo?

15 years on the bench,

Judge Garrett knows better

than to let on
what he's thinking.

Ladies and gentlemen,
brace yourselves.

We're flying into the eye
of the hurricane.

The detectives believe
he's more than just a witness.

Can we compromise

and refer to him
as a material witness?

I'm not trying
to be cute, Arthur.

Yes.

Until there's direct evidence
linking him

to the disappearance
of either girl,

Ethan Garrett is to be
considered a witness.

So we're gonna let him hide
under Daddy's robes?

We're to accord Judge Garrett
and his family

the respect due his office.

You two need

to put the kid together
with Bethany on that Thursday.

Thursday was
a school holiday.

I can't see him
going anywhere

without the other rats
in his pack.

Just hurry up and turn
this witness into a suspect.

Well, we're not allowed to

discuss Ethan's situation.

That sounds like it came
right out of Ethan's mouth.

Stuart, I'll bet you're
the Sammy in Ethan's blog.

Am I right?

And that would make you Dino.

I never read his blog.
I don't have the patience.

I'm an A.D.D. kid.

Oh, you're an A.D.D. kid.

So you probably
just look at the pictures.

Is that--

Who does that resemble?
The--the moles on the neck.

I think we found
Ethan's little pet.

It's--
No, I'm not his pet.

I'm not--
I'm not into guys.

I did that--
we did that for the girls.

They get turned
on by that stuff.

Not to mention it
drives our parents crazy.

Your parents read
Ethan's blog?

Not his blog.

You have your own?

Well, it's mostly just pictureswe send to each other.

Ethan send you any pictures
Thursday last week?

Eunice Peterson?

Yes?

I'm Faith Yancy.

I know who you are.

This is LeeAnn Lunden,
Bethany's mother.

I'm very sorry
about your daughter.

I just learned
about Tiana.

May we come inside
Miss Peterson?

I am told by my sources
that the same young man

may be responsible

for both Tiana and Bethany's
disappearance.

I know who you are...

because five weeks ago,
I sent you a letter

asking you to do
a story about Tiana.

I never heard from you.

I'm sure it was a mix-up.

I know how it is
with you people.

If she's white,
put her in the spotlight.

If she's black,
put her in the back.

I'll take your interest now,
any way it comes.

But do not confuse
my desperation with gratitude.

All right, he wrote about

taking Pearl to "The
Hanging Gardens of Babylon"

near the "R&L Luncheonette".

Probably code
for a dance club.

Then he wrote, "I'm counting
on Pearl to help me

check off my remaining
BTDT boxes."

BT-what?

Been There, Done That--

an inventory
of sexual experiences.

Most of the boxes
are checked off.

Wow.

At 17, this kid doesn't have
much to look forward to.

Probably an "attaboy"
from his dad.

The apple didn't fall
very far from the tree.

Garrett gave me a look
in the observation room.

It would've made
a construction worker blush.

Wow.

Hey, the boxes
he didn't check off.

Sex in an elevator,
sex outdoors.

Maybe he wasn't taking her
to a club.

His frame of reference is New York in the '40s and '50s.

They're back.

No "Hanging Gardens
of Babylon".

Looks like they got something.

"R&L Luncheonette".

Any time you're ready.

There was an R&L Luncheonette
on Gansevoort.

Sinatra used to eat there.

As of six months ago,
it was an empty building.

Empty?

Hmm, and they say
a prep school education

is a waste of money.

Looks like
a three-alarm hunch.

There.

Right there, that one.

Posted last Friday morning
at 2:16 a.m.

What's in his hand?

An empty condom wrapper.

It's like a trophy, huh?
He's showing it off.

DVD player?

Can you zoom in there?

Thursday 9:36 p.m.

Bethany disappeared

between 7:30 and 8:30.

20 minutes to get
up to Ethan's place,

half an hour to get
down to business.

The timeline's right.

Brought her home,
he had sex with her...

over a period of an hour?

And killed her at home,

with Mom and Dad downstairs
watching TV.

He was released.

Sent home to sleep in his own
king-sized bed.

LeeAnn, Eunice,

why do you think
they did that?

When this boy probably knows

what happened
to your daughters?

I don't understand it.

Eunice, he was at
the same club Tiana visited.

Doesn't it make you angry
he was let go?

I just want to tell this boy,

if you know where Tiana is,

please, will you tell me?

You're not dressed.
Car'll be here in 15 minutes.

I'm not going.

Hide if you want,
Elise.

But I won't be run to ground

by some Botoxed TV shrew
spouting rumors and innuendo.

I think it'd be better
if I took Ethan to the house

in the Berkshires
for the next few weeks.

Ethan has school.

I remember a case
a few years ago.

A man's wife went missing.

He had no alibi.

But smart man that he was,

he invoked his right
to counsel.

And he never said a word
to the police.

But most important,
the body was never recovered.

In time,
the case was dismissed.

No body, no case.

That's what it
came down to.

No body, no case.

I don't remember a box for sex in an art gallery.

For a boy who's trying
to look sophisticated,

taking a girl to an art galleryisn't so crazy.

Hey, Barek.

The HighLine.
What do you think?

The Hanging Gardens
of Babylon?

The outdoor sex box.

You know the city's turning
this into a park?

The rats'll be thrilled.

We got something.

Black female.

Central, yeah, we got

a DOA at Gansevoort,
up on the HighLine.

Now we got a body.

Cause of death
was cardiac arrest

due to an overdose
of Ecstasy.

Well, that's not the girl
her mother described.

Well, the X had to be

his idea to get her
in the mood.

What'd the rape kit say?

Traces of preservatives

consistent with sheepskin condoms

and one lonesome pubic hair.

It matched Ethan's DNA
from the soda can.

Beautiful.

I almost gave up hope
of finding her.

Thank you.

Ms. Colby's
from Victim's Services.

She'll help you
with your forms.

Ms. Peterson.

Judge or no judge,
we're gonna get him.

A fine sentiment, Detective.

But not with this evidence.

Well, he gave her Ecstasy.

You assume.

He had sex with her.

There's no evidence it was
anything but consensual.

She took a header
into the guardrail,

and he left her there
to die.

More assumptions.

They're not the wrong ones.

Even if we step into him,

he won't talk to us.

He knows better.

You think we could get
a warrant for the house?

Only for his room
and the common areas.

And only for evidence relating
to Tiana's death.

Well, we only need to bein the house when Ethan's there.

Common areas?

For heaven sakes,

that's practically
the whole house.

What's in this room, ma'am?

My husband's den.
That's not a common area.

Ethan.

We need to search
your room.

They have a warrant.

What does this lead to?

The garage.

Ethan drives?

Only in the Berkshires.

We have a home there.

Which ones are Ethan's?

Uh, when we found
Tiana's body,

uh, there was evidence that yourson had been intimate with her.

Now, it's possible that

Tiana's death was accidental.

It's also possible that the samething happened to Bethany.

An accident.

But until we hear it
from Ethan himself--

As a judge's wife,
you appreciate

it's better
he come forward now

instead of waiting
until we find her.

You're devoted
to Ethan's welfare.

Without reservation.

I'll leave you alone
to do your job.

Key?

This one.

Sheepskin.

Interesting choice.

Tiana get more excited
with those?

You know, Ethan,
most offenders,

they can't sit still
when we're searching

their private space,
you know?

But you--nothing gets
under your skin.

Hey, these photos
of your dad.

I've noticed that he has
the same smile in every photo.

You have any other photos,
like little league games

or camping trips,
stuff like that?

He's a judge.
He's very busy.

You know, he's not even lookingat the camera here.

Who's he looking at?
The waitress?

You know, he gave a look
to my partner.

She thought he was gonna
jump her bones

right there
in the squad room.

Yeah, well,
his dad's a player.

He cheats on your mom,
isn't that right?

You shut up.
Shut up about my dad.

I bet by the time

this got back
from the photo shop,

he was throwing one
into the waitress.

Bitch!
Gimme that!

What are you--
Gimme!

Don't ta--

You're under arrest
for assault.

Come on, fellas.

Don't touch me.
Don't--do not--

I swear to you,
you will pay for this.

So he's in custody.

Now all we need to do

is say the magic words
to make him talk.

Well, we have a young friend
that he might open up to.

I remember you.

I haven't forgotten you either, Connie. Have a seat.

You don't want me
sitting too close.

I might have
to hit you again.

I'm kinda surprised
that you'd say that,

considering your good behavior
since we sent you here.

We'd like to reward
that good behavior

with a change of scenery.

Riker's Island
just for a few weeks.

You'd get a view

of your old haunts
on Channel Island.

You could reminisce
about all the people you...

poisoned and drowned there.

Have you heard from any
of your disciples lately?

You know, Carolyn,
Tina, Claudia?

Oh, no, that's right.

You're not allowed
to exchange mail with them.

You were right
about them, you know.

They never turned on you.

You are still
their only reality.

I bet they'd love
to hear from you.

Mail privileges.

I get mail privileges
if I agree to this transfer?

We expect you to be
extra friendly

to your new cellie.

Hey.

I'm Connie.

-I'm down here for an appearance.
-What are you in for?

Assaulting a police officer.

What up?

I bitch-slapped me a detective
in his own squadron.

And you know what?

It's not half
what he deserved.

Tried taking my women from me.

Your women?
You a pimp?

No.
They're just for me.

I got three of 'em.

I'm Ethan.

You're right.

I didn't force her
to take the X.

It was her choice.

You tell them she asked
to take it,

and you left
before she got sick.

Don't even say that you saw her hit her head.

I won't, I get it.

But, dude,
you should've seen her.

Her head bounced off

that guardrail
like a beach ball.

Connie didn't know
we were taping them.

We didn't brief him
about Ethan.

We didn't give him
any instructions at all.

We'll get an argument
from Ethan's lawyer,

but we can use this
as leverage.

Anything about Bethany?

The officers monitoring
the tape

didn't hear her name
mentioned.

You know, I think I'm gonna
listen to this some more.

Six hours
of psychopathic venting.

A beach ball.

Judge Garrett?

I'm LeeAnn Lunden,
Bethany's mother.

I have this for Ethan.
It's a Bible.

Ms. Lunden, our hearts
go out to you.

I can forgive him.

I just want him
to tell me where Bethany is.

He doesn't know anything!

You're a father,
you understand!

-Taxi.
-Judge Garrett!

Judge Garrett,
a moment, please.

-A moment?
-For crying out loud!

Judge Garrett, please.

I know that he knows
where she is.

If I could just--I'm not commenting!

Oh, please,
just a moment of your time.

This is private property!

Elise!
Elise!

Open up!

The shrew is at the door!

Oh, for God's sake.

Mrs. Garrett.

You're a mother.

Make Ethan tell me
where my baby is.

I'm so sorry for you.

Ethan is a good boy.

He's not a murderer.