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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.

Come on, play the good stuff.

Ask me who I like.

The Monkees.

Ask me which song.

The one called,

I Need a Ride to Jersey,

but the Tolls Are 30 Bucks
For a Real Good Time.

You know it?

Hmm.

It's a company picnic,
but in a bowling alley,

we can bring guests.

Some nice girls work
at the store, Duane.

The meatloaf was awesome,
Aunt Charl.

I'll bet you miss it
more than anything.

Duane does just fine
on his own, Ma.

Del, toast?

Don't sweat it, Dad.

I'll toast.

Uncle Del,

Aunt Charl, Cousin Art,

when I see your happy faces
around this table,

uh, it makes me wonder

how many more years
we'll have.

Uh, I mean like this.

Suave.

I--I didn't mean to--

It's not bad.

But we don't do family friendlycomics at Da Bomb.

These sweet drawings of yours,

if only we could put you
in a time machine.

Take you back to 1955.

That one shouldn't be there.

I'm sorry I wasted your time,
all right?

I told you!

Stay down!

$9.95.

Good-looking sweatshirt
goes with it.

You don't care.

Roller derby's cool.

Look, just ring it up.

Hooo. Maybe these pants
are $99.95!

She's running out
of gas here.

Big letdown, man.

The water's dead out there.

Give it another 15 minutes.
Come on.

We just took the A train
all the way out here.

Whoa, what is that?
A wave ski?

I'm just gonna try it out.

Come on, man.
Get on your board!

Whoo hoo!

The hell was that?

Oh, man.

Crankin'.

Paul ran away
like a little girl,

I had to go in and pull
the body out by myself.

Did you hear anything
before the body hit?

What?

Bill's got surfer's ear.

Did you hear anything
before the body hit?

A plane, or--

Nah, nothing.
I got surfer's ear.

This is what happens

when you jump out of a plane
without a parachute.

Who wears a coat like this
in a plane, huh?

I'm thinking maybe
someone who hides

in the wheel well of a jet,worried about freezing to death

at high altitude.

So I figured a plane's coming in
and approaching

about 200 miles per hour,

deploys the landing gear,
around 1,700 feet.

Body drops and hits the water
at about 110 miles per hour.

More or less.

If it's any consolation,
she probably froze to death,

or died of lack of oxygen
before she dropped.

It's no consolation.

Well, you gotta be
pretty desperate

to stow away like that.

Fulbe cloth.

What?

I knew this exchange student
in college

who was from West Africa.

All her clothes
were dyed indigo,

and they had
this pattern on it.

She was Fulbe.

What about this pattern here?

Does that bruise look like
it comes from a fist?

I count three knuckle
impressions.

The swelling looks
pre-mortem.

A couple of teeth missing.
Bleeding.

Cuts inside the mouth.

She really took a beating.

-And gave some back.
-Her knuckles are badly skinned.

Her fingernails look like
they were clipped

after she put on nail polish.

Hey, Rodgers,

how far into rigor is she?

She's already
coming out of it.

She's been dead for over
12 hours, right?

The flight from West Africa
takes about nine to ten hours.

Or she was dead
before the plane took off.

Someone stuffed her
in the wheel well,

and then clipped her nails,
maybe to hide the evidence.

What's--what's
that on her labia?

Looks like a piercing
for a stud.

The Fulbe are Muslims.

The Fulbe women wouldn't have
genital piercings.

Nice to know some parts
of the world

are still civilized.

Her killer might've dressed her
in a Fulbe tunic

to hide where she's from.

Well, we know when she landed.

Maybe JFK can match her
to an incoming flight.

Three international flights

came in on that approach
this morning

in the time frame
you specified.

From Chile,
Russia, and France.

So where are those big boys now?

On their way back home.

We need you to alert
the local airports

to hold those planes
until we can arrange

a search of the wheel wells.

Hey, we give you a 15-minute
time frame,

and only three planes landed
on that runway?

Stowaways in wheel wells?

You only see that
on international flights.

Well, humor us.
What else landed?

SkyHawk Airways cargo planeleft JFK for Iceland at 3:10 AM.

Had to turn back
six minutes out.

Problem with a wing flap.

Which puts it coming in
for final approach

right over those surfers.

Hmm.

Where's SkyHawk now?

Um, runway H.

How do you know all that
aeronautical lore?

Date a stewardess?

My old man.

Took me to the beach
on the weekends

to watch the planes
take off and land.

He used to fly
what they call Corsairs

off the aircraft carrier
Antietam

during the Korean War.

So, of course, I wanted
to be a fighter pilot.

Oh, yeah, I can see that.

Found five African-American
hairs and a tooth.

Must've got shaken loose
during take-off.

Wow, so this Fulbe tunic
was a disguise,

our Jane Doe is a local girl,
beaten to death,

stuffed into the belly
of an outbound plane.

Somebody went to a lot
of trouble for this.

Very unique,
very organized M.O.

The perp's probably
not a first-timer.

One similar victim.
Four years ago.

Yup, a black woman.
Beaten to death.

Found under the Wacky Mouse ridein Palisades Park.

Fingernails clipped,
body scrubbed clean.

So where's the perp been
the last four years?

And don't say prison.

Actually, that was
gonna be my guess.

I cannot sell this upstairs

as a potential serial killing.

Two separate incidents,
that's how it gets written up.

Serial killers don't sprout
up fully formed.

It takes years
to develop their M.O.

You know, this guy tried to sendJane Doe airmail to Iceland.

That's where we should start
looking for his other victims.

Overseas.

You use sandblaster
at 5:00 AM?

That outside tool.
My wife no sleep.

Athens Airport, November 2002.

Sao Paulo, July 2003.

Dublin, March 2004.

Lisbon, May 2005.

Four unidentified
women of color

found dead on the approach
to these airports.

Last week intended for
Keflavik Airport, Iceland.

All these airports
are near water.

That's probably where the bodieswere supposed to end up,

but if the wheel bay
opens late,

well, then the bodies
end up in a field.

The bodies that were found
were the mistakes.

The ones that dropped
too late.

So there might be bodies
nobody knows about.

Ones that hit the bull's eye.

You got enough
to go upstairs?

Yeah, I can sell this.

Serial killers always have
a favorite dump site.

This one's the whole world.

Anger...

Anger and depression.

Upstairs bought
the serial killer angle.

Where's your partner?

Over at Latent.

Interpol sent over
the prints

of the victims from Athens
and Dublin,

along with the autopsies.

None of them were
sexually assaulted.

Just like our Jane Doe.

This perp gets stranger.

His victim in Sao Paulo
was actually seen crashing

into a boathouse.

That gave us a time frame
to work back to a flight

originating from JFK.

So check who had tarmac access
on that flight

and the flight to Iceland.

Upstairs bought it.

Great, 'cause it's
raining hookers.

The girls who dropped in
on Dublin and Athens,

both pros.

Cheryl Mantee from Manhattan,

Lucinda Stiers from the Bronx.

Another wrinkle in our M.O.

Except Jane Doe
from the Rockaways.

Her prints didn't pop.

Could be a hooker
with no arrests.

Yep,

and there's a heaven where
we'll all be reunited

with our childhood dogs.

Well, I bet somebody
cared enough about her

to call missing persons.

Yeah, that's Marcy.

She was always extra careful,
you know,

about who she went with,

and arrests,
with the three kids.

Well, it's good you called
Missing Persons.

Yeah, "Missing whore,
we'll get right on that."

Monday night, the last timeyou saw Marcy, do you remember?

Well, real cold nights
are bad for drive-ups.

Guys don't like to unzip.

Yeah, well.

I finally get a guy,
and we drive off.

And then I looked back,
and boom.

Another car pulls up to Marcy,
and she got in.

Sounds like someone was waitingfor you to leave to pick her up.

You get a look at her date?

It was dark.

Did you notice somebody
watching you that day?

Or the day before?

There was a guy parked over
there on Monday afternoon.

Same guy was here
on Sunday night

giving Marcy the wavy eye.

She tried to chat him up,

but he went all
a-scared-of-girls on her.

Personnel who have access
to a plane on a ramp.

Well, we got mechanics,

FAA, security,

Flight Operations,
baggage, caterers, fuelers.

Who doesn't have access?

So we've got racial incidents,

and violence against women.

You know, you think
about this guy,

he's getting rid of bodies
in the place that he works.

Gotta be an easier way.

Well, he's mocking his job.

Mocking authority.

Hmm, anytime I meet someone
who hates his job,

they usually hate
themselves worse.

Yeah, I read the story.
Woman splats from a plane.

What's a police investigation
want from me?

Well, as a mechanic,

you have access to the wheel
well that she went into.

And you don't
like black people.

Oh, no,
that still on my record?

You used a racial epithet
on the job.

Was that a mistake?

I yelled, "Nigga, yo!"
to Razor.

Gus Fucci, my pal.
We do rap.

Yo, what's up, my homies?

In the rap world,
you gotta represent.

Well, the guy that reported you,was he African-American?

No, white.
Some FAA supervisor.

One of those check-off Charlies,prowls around.

Jumps on you for infractions.

But you explained to him
about...representing, right?

Guy says, "Sorry, man.

I let this slide, I'm not
doing my due diligence."

"Bee-yatch."

My movements the last week.
Who I was with, phone numbers.

I heard what was going on,

so I'd thought I'd
save you some time.

Very accommodating.
Thank you.

Not that we don't
appreciate this,

but we're gonna have to ask youabout those threats

you were overheard making
on the phone to a woman.

Is your marriage perfect?

Let's talk about last week.

Monday night between
12:00 and 3:00.

I was hauling baggage
between terminals.

You go near a SkyHawk hangar?

No, that is on the other side
of where I was.

You can check my summary,
that's what it's for.

I got written up
on a violation.

Okay, "unsafe equipment
operation."

I was taking baggage fromterminal six to terminal eight,

a suitcase falls off.

So this FAA inspector rolls up,it was Due-Diligence Duane,

starts chewing me out
for stopping my tug

in a fire lane.

I didn't see Frist
in the cargo area.

I ticketed him
over by terminal eight.

Yeah, we understand you
hand out a lot of tickets,

Mr. Winslow.

20 a day by our count.

I guess that's one way

of getting your boss
off your back.

Well, it's what they
expect of me.

Yeah, but your boss must get
a lot of complaints.

Must piss him off.

Yeah, it's not my problem.

What, you just starting
your shift?

How's your girl feel
about these hours?

I'm not with anybody.

I never worked
a graveyard shift.

Must leave you, like,
a lot of time during the day

to get things done.

Oh, during the day,
I just sleep.

Oh, sleep all day,
work all night.

Aren't you afraid
you're missing out?

On what?

I gotta work.

Whoa, is that
a sketch book?

Can I see?

Where do you sketch
around here?

Um, on break, I, uh,

I go to the end of Runway W,
by the lights.

Aww, that's sweet.

What's her name, Junie?

It's June.

Only Ted calls her Junie.

Okay.

Look, I really gotta...

get going.

Okay,
thanks for showing me.

Depressed, loner.

Anti-authoritarian.

Uncomfortable with girls.

I don't know, Barek.

I think he liked you.

Okay, how long to Panama?

Okay, if I wanna get off there,and take another,

can I do that?

Okay, I'll call back.

That's him.

That's the guy Marcy
talked to Sunday.

It was his car
she got in on Monday.

You told us it was
too dark to see.

Trina, you don't have
to lie to us.

We're gonna get him, okay?

This gentleman's gonna
take you downstairs.

Thanks for your help.

Well, she made him.

For the wrong night.

If coincidence
were evidence...

Does Winslow have a sheet?

No.

Anyway, women getting clobbered,that's what Duane likes.

And that makes him
a serial killer how?

Well, on the plus side,

the sleeping, low affect,
depression.

If being a timid loner
was all it took--

What we haven't seen
is the anger it takes

to beat these women
to a pulp.

Maybe we just haven't given himanything to be angry about.

I don't remember seeing him
by the SkyHawk.

Well, it's just that

they're not cooperating
with us at all.

Especially this guy Frist.

Yeah, we were over at his place,he didn't even let us in.

Which tells us
he's hiding something.

You know,
it's kinda cold out here.

Oh, yeah, I guess it is.

So you, uh,

you hear anything about Frist
threatening his co-workers?

Um, no.

"Stop The Violence."

It's a group for battered women.

Yeah, I do volunteer work.

You ever go to the trials?

Just to support the victim?

Yeah.

At the trials...

you know, all that
graphic testimony

of women being beaten...

does that ever make you sick?

Yeah, it's disgusting.

'Cause you know, some guys

like all that testimony
of women

being raped.

They get off on it.

You're not one of those guys,
are you, Duane?

No.

No, I'm not.

I like your sketches.

Can I have one?

I guess.

How 'bout this one?

Oops.

You know it occurs to me
that nothing gets you hot.

You're just one of those guys
that run cold.

You know, like you didn't do
well with the girls,

so you just gave up on sex.

Like this drawing of Junie.

It's like a kid did it.

It lacks anatomy.

Is that what you lack,
Duane? Hmm?

You lack anatomy, Duane?

Look, I told you.

Her name's not Junie.
It's June.

Only Ted calls her Junie.

He's called her that since
they met in high school.

I gotta--I gotta
go to work.

He just took it.
No anger.

No highs, no lows.

He likes the idea of women
being abused,

but I don't think he can achievethat intensity of violence.

I think he likes to watch.

The other room?

The walls were sandblasted,
the ceiling was soundproofed.

It's a boxing ring
with a peephole

between the two rooms.

Duane likes to watch
someone else give the beating.

A partner.

An angry partner.
Anger and depression.

What a tag-team, huh?

We know Marcy landed
some punches,

but Duane didn't have a mark
on him that we could see.

Probably 'cause
his partner's the one

that's carrying
all the bruises.

Winslow's phone records?

Yeah.

Uh, only personal calls were

the weekend Marcy was killed.

To a Del and Charla Geddens
in Jersey.

Del's 56,
high school principal,

Charla's 50, manages
a gourmet nut shop.

Duane grew up in Tarrytown,

so we know that they're
probably an aunt or an uncle.

You talk to his neighbors?

Nobody's ever seen him
with anybody.

The only complaint
is two or three times a year

the super says he does a littlelate-night sandblasting.

Last time was Tuesday morning.

Probably wiping off
Marcy's blood from the walls

of his boxing ring.

Boy, I'd love to get
a forensics team in there.

And I'd love probable cause.

You say he's got a partner
he never calls,

never been seen with.

You can't even tell me
why they kill these women.

Whatever Duane feels,

this other helps him
to express it,

which he definitely
can't do on his own.

You can see it
in his cartoon drawings.

Has these complicated ideas

about how people relate
and interact.

Then he draws them
alone on a page,

isolated,

disconnected from
everybody else.

He called Del and Charla
in New Jersey in May of 2005.

Isn't that when that girl
was found in Lisbon?

And then this last time.

Every time he calls Jersey,
a girl dies.

Your partner in crime,

you'd talk to himmore than a couple times a year.

Unless he's somewhere
you can't reach him.

We hardly see Duane.
He's my late sister's kid.

We feed him once in a while,
that's about it.

When was the last time
you did that?

Two weeks ago,
Sunday night.

Any special occasion?

Our son was in town for
a few days, they're good pals.

Your son?

Art.

Duane do something?

Probably not.

We're just talking to him.

NYPD drives out here
for nothing?

Liquor cabinet's
that way, Detective.

We might need to talk
to your son about Duane.

Hey, he shipped out last week.

Shipped out, what's he,
in the Navy?

Huh, if only.

Art's a merchant seaman.

Not as glamorous a job
as a high-paid cop.

Hmm, well, when do you
expect him back?

Who knows?
He's out of range.

We're not even sure where.

You said Art and Duane are pals.

So they hang out together
when he's in town?

On the night that Duane
comes over for dinner.

Art's barely here anyway.

He's just a few nights,
then he jumps on another boat.

But he stays here?

Y-yes, until his last night.

Then he sleeps aboard
his boat in the harbor.

He says to get back
his sea legs.

Yeah, after a weekend,

I need to get
my cop legs back.

Well, that's interesting.

They both ended up
in transportation.

Planes, boats.

They talk about that
when they were kids?

They weren't so close
growing up.

They were always fighting.

Maybe Art pushed Duane
around a little?

Did he ever.

And Duane was a year older
and taller.

Well, they seem to be
pals now.

I guess everything
got sorted out.

Yeah, don't ask me why.

When we hear from Art,

we'll have him give
you a call, officers.

Art got on a boat headed
to the Panama Canal.

We wanna get him
extradited back here.

On what basis?

We checked his ports of call
for the last four years.

He had two assault complaints
filed against him.

One in Tokyo,

one in Hamburg.

That's two unprovoked attacks
on prostitutes.

It fits the M.O.

Except these women
weren't murdered.

I don't think he can kill
unless Duane's there to watch.

To enable him.

Deplorable as
these attacks are,

they aren't probable cause
for arrest.

Yes?

Taverna Shipping Company?

Yes, hello, this is
Detective Barek.

What day?

You're sure?

Okay, thank you.

Art quit his ship
five days ago.

Just before they
entered the canal.

They don't know
where he is.

Duane must've tipped him off.

I wonder what Duane will think
when he finds out

that cousin Art's been
moonlighting.

Hi, Duane.

What are you doing?

Sorry to interrupt
your quiet time.

H-how did you--

Airport Security
drove us out.

That's new.

All right, Duane, look.

We need to talk about
your cousin Art.

Yeah. He's been getting into
some pretty wild R&R

while he's been cruising
the seven seas.

This one's from Japan.

This one, from Germany.

A year ago.

They got beat up pretty bad.
Did you know about this?

Your cousin's
a dangerous man, Duane.

We gotta find him.

I-I don't know where he is.

Your aunt and uncle told ushow it was between you and Art.

If he's bullying you
into doing something

you don't wanna do,
we can help you.

But you gotta come
clean with us.

You gotta help us
catch him, Duane.

He's the bad guy here,
not you.

We understand that.

Look, I don't know anything.

You--you guys
can't be in my car.

I-I can't have
unauthorized passengers.

You been to the airport
pharmacy?

You got a cold pack.
Gauze.

Bandages.

You gonna be giving
somebody first aid?

Look, you have to go.
Immediately.

First aid
for a boxing match.

I guess cousin Art
is coming to town.

He might've gotten right back
on another boat out of Panama

headed this way.

I heard you just fine
the first time.

Geddens, Geddens, Arthur.

Caught a job on the
Maria Boricua six days ago.

Where's the ship now?

Dropped anchor in New York CityHarbor three hours ago.

Still awaiting customs
and immigration clearance.

The whole crew should still
be on board.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, able-bodied
seaman Geddens

is off ship
on a medical emergency.

What's wrong with him?

Not him, another sailor
came down

with a bad case
of food poisoning

Geddens went with him
to a hospital.

Oh, great, I hope you weren't
counting on him coming back.

Phenazopyridine.

Here's your food poisoning.
Art got himself off the boat.

Yeah, look at this.

These were peeled
from a couple of passports.

Art's making himself
and cousin Duane

a couple of new IDs.

I guess they're taking
their show on the road.

He's not here.
We haven't heard from him.

Basement and garage are clear.

I could've told you that.

I wanna know what you want
with my son.

-We just wanna talk to him.
-About what?

And you watch out
you don't break anything.

Talk to him about what?
Tell me.

Got a lot of wrestling
trophies here.

Don't touch those.

They stop
in junior high school.

Did your son quit
wrestling in high school?

Art couldn't go all the way.

He didn't have the heart
of a fighter.

Now how long those patrol cars
gonna be out there?

All right, look,

before the neighbors start
asking questions,

we should tell you what
we're looking at Art for,

'cause it's gonna
get out anyway.

We're investigating
the beating deaths

of five women.

We think Art
and Duane are responsible.

You think my son
killed these women?

And the neighbors
are gonna wonder

where he picked up
this behavior from.

He didn't learn it from me.

Well, you being
a high school principal,

the story's gonna get
a lot of ink.

Loyalty's fine.

But if you help us find Art,
people are gonna understand

that the apple fell
a long way from the tree.

Your father would've come,

but he had meetings
at the school.

No, it's okay, Ma,
I understand.

I went to the bank.

Oh, okay.
No, this is good.

I'll pay you back.

Cash in your pocket now.

Art Geddens?

You're under arrest.

No! Stop!

Step back, ma'am.

I'm sure your father
didn't mean it.

Where'd you get
those scratches?

Bar girl in Marseilles.

She was going for my eyes.

Didn't like Americans.

Looks like you ran into
a lot of America bashers.

Knuckles broken
multiple times.

Scar tissue.

Must be quite the pugilist,
Mr. Geddens.

On ship,
we fight over nothing.

Get dressed, Art.

Ratted out by your own father.
That's gotta be tough.

Oh, your mom can sugarcoat
it all she wants.

But that man wants
no part of you.

Bullied you all your life.

Now he's just gonna
wash his hands of you.

In a little while,
you're gonna get a chance

to tell my partner and me

what your old man
drove you to do.

Then you can shove it
in his face.

Think about it.

You don't owe anybody anything,not even Duane.

I ain't saying nothing
against Duane.

What, the guy you used
to push around?

Are you kidding?

You don't think he's
gonna rat you out

the first chance he gets?

The description in this
passport's dead on for Duane.

Art could've run, but he
came back to help his cousin.

Yeah, it'd be touching...

if they weren't serial killers.

Well, that loyalty runs deep.

Art may never roll on Duane.

The bully and his victim.

They found an accommodation.

Art gets to vent his rage,

and Duane gets to watch
somebody else be victimized.

Show these to Carver,
see if you can turn them into

a search warrant
for Duane's place.

Wake up a judge,
and we can hit Duane's place

while he's still at work.

Looks like tonight
was gonna be fight night.

Fly-boy.

Sailor-Man.

Look at this.

These two bricks come out.

There might be some blood
spatter inside on the surface.

These were printed out
of his computer.

This is Duane
with a fly-boy hat.

And this would be Art.

Some kind of prep work
for animation.

Logan.

Suspect just pulled up
in his car.

Let him come into the door.
Hit the lights.

Don't move.
Don't move!

Stay there.

This is my home.

Welcome home.

This is something I didn't
expect from you, Duane.

He's encrypted
his animation files.

I'm betting it's
pretty sick stuff.

Don't worry, I'll cover
your eyes when we play it.

Okay, C.S.U. finished
working Duane's place.

No fluids, no fibers,
no prints.

If nothing else,
Duane's earned himself

a Good Housekeeping award.

Got it.

Play it.

Go ahead.

Brace yourselves.

Heavy.

What we need here

is a private screening
for the boys.

Hey, Art.

Give any thought
to what we talked about?

About your father
bullying you?

I'll settle with him
on my own time.

Really? I left you here
all these hours,

that's all you can
come up with?

I paid a visit to your
cousin Duane tonight.

He's got the place
all ready for you.

Art, I think
I got this figured out.

Duane scouts the girl,
you hook up with her,

you offer her a bonus
for coming over to your house.

By the time she figures out
what's going on...

time to rumble.

This stuff,

to mend your cuts
and bruises.

Smelling salts.

Well, if she passes out
after you bash her head in,

you wake her up for more.

It's a nice touch.

Now, where's your corner-man,
cousin Duane

during all this mayhem?

He's hiding behind the wall.

And boy,
is he catching an eyeful.

What I find interesting
is that Duane

never actually lays
a hand on the girl.

Now that's gonna count
for something

when he rolls on you.

See, you're the bully, Art.

You're the one the jury's
gonna hang this on.

Bunch of lies.

I'm not worried about Duane.

Yeah, but a good lawyer's
gonna get Duane to say

that you threatened him,
that he was afraid of you,

that he was afraid
that you'd kill him

if he didn't do what you said.

See, everybody knows
how you treated him.

No, that was in the past.

Uh-uh,
not for Duane, it's not.

Yes, it is.

He's over it,
we're friends now.

Really? Friends?

Let's ask him.

Art was just telling me

how he and Duane
are best pals.

Yeah, is that true, Duane?

Yeah.

'Cause I've been telling
my partner how you're

two sides of the same coin.

How you complement
each other.

Like the best
sort of friends.

In that case, our little
game's not gonna work.

We like to have a bake-off
between two accomplices.

The first one to roll
gets the best deal.

But you guys are so tight,
we can't get any leverage.

You know, Duane,
I gotta tell you, I admire you

for letting bygones
be bygones.

You know, the way hetreated you when you were kids.

Beating you up.

Terrorizing you.

Making you feel
helpless and weak.

No.

We were kids.

We're friends now.

You telling me
you didn't wanna get

just a little bit of payback?

No. We're family.

It's amazing.

I'd never forgive it.

And you know, Art,

kids who suffer
long-term bullying,

they never
get off scot-free.

The effects are devastating.
Depression--

No, Duane's not like that.

Uncontrollable rage,
that's another one.

Good thing for Duane,
he learned a way

to work out his feelings.

You know, with the sketches.

Yeah, but his self-confidence
is still a little shaky.

Is that why you
bought a gun, Duane?

Feel more secure?

Forgot to show it
to you, Art.

That's a Smith & Wesson
nine-millimeter.

We found it on him
when we arrested him.

He had a surprise party
planned for you.

And a special girl.

No, no, you guys--
you guys got all this--

This is all wrong.

I was just teaching Duane
some self-defense moves.

That's all.

Oh, no, Duane had
a surprise for you.

Take a look at this.

I guess that's us, huh?

Who do you think that is, Art?

Duane was really looking
forward to seeing you, Art.

You made this, Duane?

Uh...

Hey, it's not that bad
for a cartoon.

What do you know?
You're a cop.

That's not a cartoon,
it's called animation.

I came back for you.

For you.

And you were gonna kill me?

No, it's a joke.

It's not a joke, Art.
Take a look at this.

Duane was dead serious, Art.

So here's the deal, Art.

The boxing ring and the girls
were all part of his fantasy.

So he could watch you
demolish another human being.

But it's really about
killing you.

It's his revenge.

One last girl,

then destroy you,
and destroy himself.

I'll destroy you,
you bastard.

It was all him!
Yeah!

The first night that
I shipped out,

he brought the hooker
to Palisades Park!

He dared me to hit her!

You have no idea how hard it wasto get him to actually do it.

He cried after we hit her.

You coward.

Oh, you're a wimp!

You're the killer!

You picked the girls!
You're a wimp!

He should've never
have picked on me.

I didn't deserve it.

He thought he was so tough.

The last girl,

she almost
knocked him out.

And you like that, huh?

Yeah, it was the best.

She really made him bleed.

If Art's dad knew what bullyinghis son would lead to,

he might've thought
twice about it.

If you every wonder why
I don't have kids,

now you know.

Let's get out of here.