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Fern Lazlow! NYPD!

He's really dead?

It's not a dream?

Somebody get her
some clothes.

You're under arrest.

Y
You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say

can and Sll be used against
you in a court of law.

Absolutely no
defensive wounds.

Placement of these knives
is precise.

No other sharp force trauma.

Each knife found its mark
with the first strike.

We got a name.

Your vic is
Mitchell Bentley III.

Son of everybody's
favorite billionaire

Mitchell Bentley Junior.

They should have stopped at two.

So this is the guy
who was just acquitted

of attempted murder and rape
in Central Park?

One in the same,
and get this:

The vic in that case,
Fern Lazlow,

an ER nurse
over at Queen of Mercy,

was seen running
from this crime scene

to her apartment.

We got her in custody.

When I picked her up,
she had blood on her,

which I'm assuming is Bentley's,
'cause she didn't have

a scratch on her.

Looks like a good,
clean case of revenge.

She certainly made her point.

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Gravitational blood trails.

Directionality indicates
he was moving in circles.

Why not just run away?

He didn't fight back,
he didn't escape.

Maybe he didn't have a choice.

Let's get him back to Autopsy
and see what Sid can tell us.

Maybe he can explain
how Fern Lazlow, a woman

half Bentley's size,
stuck four knives in his back

and walked away
without a scratch on her.

Excuse us, folks.

Any witnesses?

None.

Matt Fella,
the Head of Security

for the museum,
found her around

6:00 a.m. when
he came in to open up.

Discovered the
body up here.

Gun was lying
right next to her.

Didn't touch anything;
called 911.

I checked him out,

but not even
a parking ticket.

Seems pretty shaken up.

Keys, phone, eyeliner,
cash-- 250 bucks.

Doesn't look like a robbery.

She hasn't been
here long.

Maybe a few hours.

Acquire Black Card.

Five grand annual fee

for that thing.

Quarter of a mil
mandatory minimum spending.

Vic's name is
Joanna Morgan.

Formidable Advertising Corp.

Looks like
somebody wasn't buying

what she was
advertising, huh?

Smooth outer edges, no stellate
tearing, no powder burns.

S Looks like an
entrance wound.

Turn her.

Oh... significant amount
of tearing.

Larger wound, undefined edges.

Looks like
an exit wound.

We've got a through
and through.

Was shot in the back
and through the chest.

Downward angle.

Possible wrist
fracture.

That would be consistent

with being shot in the back
and falling forwards.

So... our shooter

could have been
standing right about here...

...pointing the gun
in this direction.

I got two spent shells.

We're probably looking
for two rounds.

And so the bullet
we're looking for

should be in this area
down here.

No bullet
impact marks.

No indication
of any rounds,

even fragments of a round,
anywhere in that direction.

No signs of struggle;
there aren't any other injuries.

They leave the
gun behind.

Kind of looks like a hit.

Then why
can't we find

any expended rounds?

I heard of, "Leave the gun
and take the cannolis,"

but I never heard of, "Leave
the gun, takes the bullets."

All right, now,
this is strange.

Found high concentrations
of GSR on the front

of Joanna
Morgan's dress,

which totally contradicts
Hawkes' theory

that she was shot
in the back, and I found

GSR inside the purse,

which means the GSR was
transferred there from the gun.

Even stranger, the only prints
on the gun were hers.

It's Joanna's weapon.

So maybe the gun was fired
away from the crime scene...

...and then put
in the purse.

Like maybe a test fire.

That's something a novice
handling a gun would do,

which would mean we're only
looking for one round.

Her gun in her hands
shot at close range?

Maybe this is
a suicide.

In the middle of the night,

on the steps
at the museum?

No suicide note.

Hmm.
More to
the point,

how does an entry wound wind up
looking like an exit wound?

A striking visual,

the sight of those knives
in this young man's back.

Okay.

All of the knives penetrated
deep into the torso.

They were delivered at close range
with great force.

I believe this wound
was inflicted first.

It devastated the postural
muscles supporting the spine.

Walking would have
become very difficult.

Standing up straight,
virtually impossible.

Yeah.

Your killer
was very lucky,

or very skilled.

The postural group is difficult
to penetrate.

It took a perfect shot.

Okay, so stabbing him

here and here
would have been easy,

since he was already wounded
and vulnerable.

Precisely. And the result?

Increased blood loss,
lower blood pressure

and acute pain.

These blades were barbed

and difficult
to extract.

This was the kill shot.

It cut deep.
Another perfect strike.

Transected the aorta,
completely devastated

the heart muscle.

He died instantly.

Why not just stab him in
the heart and be done with it?

I'm not sure.

But your killer has
an intimate knowledge

of the human anatomy.

You should be
looking for someone

with a medical
background.

A coincidence?

Bumping into a dead body,
outside your apartment,

who, it turns out,
happens to be the same man

recently acquitted
of raping you?

I was coming home
from the hospital.

I cut through the park.

You ran right past your doorman,
covered in blood.

Didn't think
to ask him to call 911.

And you made no attempt

to contact the police
on your own.

I told you, I was upset.

But not so upset
that you couldn't

dispose of your bloody clothes,
or take the time

to try to wash away
the evidence.

Come on.
I just wanted him off of me.

All right?

I didn't care
about anything else.

Not buying a word of it.

I know how
this looks.

I have every reason
in the world

to want to kill him.

But as much

as I would have loved to...

...I didn't kill
Mitchell Bentley.

Those are your prints.

That's from the coat
you tried to dispose of.

It was found at the crime scene.

Must've got caught
on the fence when I fell.

How do you explain your prints
on Bentley's neck, Ms. Lazlow?

I checked his pulse there.

You said you checked his wrist.

Maybe I checked both.
"Must have, maybe,

I don't know."

Prosecutor's gonna
eat you alive.

e prosecutor?

Is this the same

incompetent ass that let
that piece of garbage

walk in the first place?

We're walking in circles here,
gentlemen.

That's all
I'm telling you

until I see my attorney.

She certainly has
all the answers.

When you've taken the time
to plan a murder,

it's very possible
you've already considered

all the questions.

Not one print.

Not from Fern
or anyone else.

Now, I did find traces

of amino methyl propanol
and methacrylate

on the handles
of these two knives.

You can just say "hairspray."

I can't help it.

Chemical compounds just
sort of roll off my tongue.

Now, these are exact replicas
of the knives

we took from Bentley's body.

Watch this.

I'm thinking
our killed concealed

these weapons as hairsticks.

I also found

epithelial cells

from a female donor
on the handles

of these two knives.

Now, there's enough
for a DNA sample.

We have no comparison sample
from Fern Lazlow.

Her attorney's making us jump through hoops.
Yeah.

You can understand
her distrust in the system.

Bentley raped

and stabbed Fern,
and then he was acquitted.

And now his murder

takes away her freedom.

Well, if she is the killer,
she made that choice, Stella.

She surrendered
to anger instead

of fighting to go on
with her life.

I know, but why now?

Why not two months ago?

Why not six months ago?

What made her snap?

What are you
thinking, Mac?

This wasn't someone
who snapped.

This was planned.

Methodical, calculated

controlled--
in fact, I have a theory

that the method of this killing
is a message.

It has something to do

with Spanish Style Bullfighting.

Okay, you got my attention.

The knives were stuck
into Bentley's body

one at a time, methodically.

And those circular blood trails.

It's as if he's charging
instead of running away.

In Spanish Bullfighting,
the matador

stands in the ring and
he watches as the bull makes

a series of passes.

He looks for the animal's
strengths and weaknesses.

And when the time is right,

he drives a knife
into the thick muscles

of the back.

This weakens the bull's muscles,

lowers his
bloopressure,

and provokes angrier attacks.

Almost the same as rupturing
the postural muscles.

During the next phase,

Tercio de Banderillos,

two barbed lances

with decorative handles,
like the ones found

in Bentley's sides, are thrust

into each of the bull's flanks.

The final stage,
Tercio de Muerta.

The matador thrusts a sword

in between the bull's shoulder
blades and through the heart.

A quick, clean kill.

The planning,
the pre-meditation.

Now, this was torture

driven from intense hatred.

Nothing quick and clean
about it.

Brushing up on your
autopsy procedures?

Ah, just confirming
my suspicions.

Though I hate to contradict
a former colleague.

Hey, no harm, no foul, Sid.

I was making a field
observation.

There's a logical
explanation for Danny's

finding of GSR on the front
of Joanna Morgan's dress

being consistent
with an entrance wound,

and your contradictory

finding of an exit wound
in the same place.

The gun was fired
with the barrel

pressed tightly
against her skin.

Rapidly expanding gases

exploded out of the barrel

and were forced into the space
between the outer skin

and the underlying tissue.

The pressure behind the gases

chose the path
of least resistance

and pushed back out

through the outer layer
of skin.

Made the wound larger,
more jagged

and similar in appearance
to aexit wound.

The black dress

made GSR invisible,
but how could the wound

in the back appear to be
an entrance wound?

Ah-- support behind
and directly up against

Joanna Morgan's skin,
where the bullet exited.

That support prevented
the outer skin from expanding

and tearing, more like
an entrance wound.

Okay, but there was nothing
but concrete, glass and steel

where Joanna was found.

If she was pressed up
against something solid,

the round would have
fallen to the ground.

We didn't find it.

Maybe that support
was another person.

The victim had
a wrist fracture.

It was a radial dislocation.

Perhaps Joanna's wrist

was bent violently back
towards her by someone strong,

likely a man.
If your theory's right,

our shooter was
standing behind her.

Find that someone, you may find
your missing bullet.

Oh, uh, Sheldon, hold on.

A parting gift.

Barely digested

stomach contents, ingested
shortly before she died.

Judging by the way
she was dressed,

she wasn't dining alone,

so this might help
retrace her steps,

find her killer-- thanks, Sid.

All right, well, thank you
for your help, appreciate it.

That was the last one.

I've checked every
hospital in the city.

No suspicious
gunshot victims.

If Sid's theory's correct,

and the bullet passed
through Joanna Morgan

and into the shooter,

why would the shooter have
sought medical attention?

He's afraid we'll find him.
Maybe.

But there was no blood
at that scene

other than Joanna Morgan's.

There's no evidence
of any other gunshot

anywhere in front
of that museum.

All we have is Sid's theory
that the shooter

was standing behind
and up against Joanna.

Maybe Sid's theory's wrong.

Stranger things
have happened.

But if he's not,

we were looking
in the wrong direction.

Our search area for the bullet
at the crime scene

was based on Joanna being shot
in the back, not the chest.

We've got to go back to the
scene and look in the opposite direction.

If the shooter dodged the bullet, it still
might be out there.

Specimen?

He's on a cayenne pepper
and lemon juice diet.

Lose 20 pounds in 20 days.

Some girl at a bar

told him his baby fat
was cute.

Vanity.

Thank you, Kendall.

How are we doing
with the evidence?

Mm...the blood on the outside
of the bandage was the vic's.

No surprise there.

I found trace and wear
marks on the outside skin

of the bandage consistent
with it having been worn

on the bottom of a shoe.

That makes me
think the void

on the adhesive
side is part

of a shoe tread print,

but it's not one
that's in our database.

People wear bandages
on the soles

of new shoes to keep
from slipping.

Anything else?
That tiny little chad that

hitched a ride along the way,

it being election week, there's
more than a few possibilities.

I'm looking into all of them.

Good work.

What about you?

Um, the fibers that

Stella found on
Mitchell Bentley's pants

are from a black napkin.

There's three places
in the area that

serve black napkins,
and only

one of them is open late.

That place is called

um... Casa del Matador Grill.

Casa del Matador?
Yeah.

That's where Bentley
met Fern Lazlow

before he attacked
her last year.

That could be our connection
to Spanish Bullfighting.

That's probably where he had
his last meal, too.

Eat something.

They are pretty,
but I dobut recognize any faces.

Does this guy
ring a bell?

Oh, yeah, everybody knows
that bum from the news.

Hard to believe
he'd come back here.

Was he with anyone?

A smoking hot brunette
in a red dress.

She made
the reservation under

Florence Nightingale.

I'm thinking fake name.

Real sharp, Larry.

How'd they pay?
Cash.

She picked up the tab.

She left a nice tip considering
she was so ticked off.

Ticked off at him?
No.

They got along fine, but she

lost something, like a contact.

Never found it,
didn't want any help,

refused to leave a business card
in case it turned up.

Show me where they sat.
Yeah.

She was sitting right there.

He was sitting right here.

Thank you.

There's something stuck
on the bottom of this chair.

Yeah?

Huh.

It's pretty beat up.

Hard to tell what it is.

I will leave that...
up to you scientists.

Thank you very much.

Diamond mink eyelashes.

One that Flack found
at Casa del Matador Grill.

Ten grand a pair.

They stick
onto your real

eyelashes and they
stay on for, like, two weeks.

We get a DNA profile?

Nothing usable, but they're
not sold in many places,

so, you know,
I'm looking into it.

I'd just love to know
who's rich enough to lose

five grand worth of eyelashes
and not stick around.

Someone who doesn't
want to be found.

That guy look a little
too interested to you?

He's probably just shaken
up after finding the body.

Angell said he's
a boy scout.

Besides, he doesn't
look like he's suffering

from a gunshot wound.

All right, point
the gun at me.

Definitely
could have gone

right through
the love handles.

That's too low, wise ass.

Okay, the trajectory angle
was upward, front to back,

and probably...

Would you stop
fighting me? Ready?

Over the shoulder if
it missed completely.

Boom.

Our ssing bullet
is here somewhere.

Great.

The round pillar's
gonna make it hard

to figure out the exact angle
of trajectory from the mark.

Think Mr. Boy Scout over here will let me pop off
a couple rounds?

Hey, I got a better idea.

Go back to the car,
get the first aid kit.

Okay.

It's not a Trumark double-
oh-eight, but it'll do.

I can't believe you're not
going to let me shoot it.

We'd be here
all day.

What, did you, uh, shoot
pebbles at squirrels

back in Montana?
No, I used

to shoot boys.

Now stand back
and try to keep up.

Now, adjusting

for the decrease in velocity
from the through and through,

I'll recreate the trajectory.

This should give us
a general search area.

Boom.

Ooh, and there's our three.

The through and through
from Joanna Morgan

has to be here
somewhere.

Quite impressive.

I can't believe that contraption
actually worked.

And that all three of
my shots were perfect?

Let's just hope
this cheap piece of lead

holds some valuable answers.

Hey, yo, Dennis The
Menace, wait up.

The blood from the bullet
we found at the museum

turns out to ba mixture
of Joanna Morgan's blood

and the blood

from an unknown male donor.

Bullet went through our perp.

So it's a through and through
and through and through.

Exactly.

Now, the angle of trajectory

through
Joanna Morgan

is into the chest,

upward,
and out the back.

Right, so we're
looking for a suspect

with a bullet hole up
around his shoulder.

Ah...

Here you go,
Ms. Stanton.

You're not really here because
I made an insurance claim

on a set of diamond mink
eyelashes, are you?

A man named Mitchell
Bentley was murdered.

What do you know about it?

Everything.

It's all over the news.

We believe you were
with him last night.

I was.
What was

your relationship?

He's a sexual predator
from a rich family

who bought his way

out of a conviction
and I'm the publisher

who was going
to help him sell his story.

You have a habit
of having dinner

with sexual predators?
Only when there's money

to be made.

I thought Casa del Matador
was a nice touch.

He was a little uncomfortable
at first,

but he loosened up
after a few drinks.

Things went so well,

we took an after-dinner stroll.

We walked a few blocks.

I decided to catch a cab.

I left him standing at the curb
very much alive.

Where'd the cab take you?
To Penn Station.

From there, I took the railroad home.
Would you be willing

to provide a DNA sample?

Absolutely not.

Now, if you have
a business card,

please leave it
with my secretary.

I've got a train to catch.

I'd keep an eye on this
story. I have a feeling

there's a few more chapters
to be written.

And we'll keep
an eye on you.

You're looking
at a digitally-enhanced image

of the shoe print we found
on the bandage.

It's been driving me crazy.

I looked at this
a hundred different ways.

I finally figured it out.

It's not like anything
I've seen before.

Some type

of grid.

Or...

...a map.
What kind of shoe

would have a map of the subway
on its sole?

An Ian Burton.

It's their trademark.

This image
is actual size.

You can see

the lines fit
perfectly

into the map.

So the bandage
was stuck

on the bottom
of one of those shoes.

We're looking for a size six,
recently purchased.

An Ian Burton boutique
on West urth

is the only place
that sells them.

I'll get a list of buyers,
last couple of months.

Let's hope our killer
is on that list.

Four older brothers

and a detective
sergeant for a father?

Did your old man
dust you

for prints when you
got home from a date?

Well, if it was up to them,

I wouldn't have known boys
existed until I was 21.

I'm sure the boys
knew you existed.

Was that a line, Flack?

Did you just bust out
your game on me?

What?

It was, wasn't it?

Look at you,
you're blushing.

My game. Game?

I have no game.

If I did, that's probably
as good as it gets.

I think it's pretty good.

Detectives.

Oh, I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?

You two have been trailing me
for the last couple of hours.

Now, if you are
going to follow me,

you may as well have a
copy of my itinerary.

We've got lunch
at Stangs in, oh,

15 minutes.

That might be a bit expensive
on your boyfriend's salary.

The rest of the day

is here--
Saks, Bloomingdales...

I've got a meeting
at 4:00 in the office.

You get
the idea.

And, um, I jotted down
my cell phone

in case you have trouble
keeping up.

Have a nice day.

That woman pisses me off.

What are you looking for?
Something

toelp me put her in handcuffs
the next time I see her.

Not bad for a guy
on a city salary.

Thank you.

Hey, Adam.

I'm comparing the DNA sample
of Amber Stanton's hair,

the one that Flack found
in the backseat of the car,

to the DNA sample

recovered

from the knives
that Sid removed

from Mitchell Bentley's back.

All right,
one positive hit

puts Amber in cuffs.

No match.

Amber Stanton
was so coy and confident.

She wanted me to know

she had something
to do with Bentley's murder.

I hate to say it,

but all the evidence

points to Fern Lazlow.

Mac, hold up.

This receipt links
our victim, Joanna Morgan,

with your victim,
Mitchell Bentley.

Joanna's name came up

on a list of customers
who recently purchased

a pair of size six
Ian Burtons.

Now the only question is:

How did Joanna
Morgan's shoes end up

at Mitchell Bentley's
crime scene?

So what do these three women
have in common?

They were all victims
of past sexual assault.

Amber Stanton was raped
seven years ago,

suspect never caught.

Joanna Morgan was raped
five years ago,

suspect was released
on a technicality.

And then there's
Fern Lazlow.

She was raped by Bentley;
now he's dead.

She's our prime suspect.

Let's concentrate
on the other two women.

Amber Stanton and Joanna Morgan
have a lot in common.

They're both CEOs

at their own companies,
they're both divorced,

they both live
in the suburbs in big houses,

they both work
in Manhattan.

Yeah, but the odd thing is

they don't shop in
the same stores,

they don't eat in
the same restaurants,

they, they don't call
the same people.

There's not one
common phone call

on their cell
phone records.

This is the missing piece--
Joanna Morgan's killer.

We know he was wounded
at the crime scene.

His identity will help us
understand the connection

between these
two cases.

We also know that Bentley
raped Fern Lazlow,

and Amber Stanton was the last one
to see him alive.

There is one piece of
evidence still outstanding.

The chad
that Kendall recovered

from the glue on the bandage.

Lots of possible
sources-- she's ruled out

absentee ballots,
legacy punch card systems...

Let's get her
to rule something in.

Dig into those case folders,
see if you can find

anything we missed.
I want answers.

What's so urgent, Hawkes?

I thought
we were done

with Joanna Morgan's
stomach contents.

We were.

Foodwise, the contents
were unremarkable,

but I did stumble upon

a very aggressive
foodborne bacteria.

I've never seen it before

and it took me
a good while

to determine the source.

All right.

They're Brucellosis
listerial bacteria cells.

They don't come along
very often.

This bacteria
is unique.

It allows itself
to be ingested

by healthy immune system cells
called phagocytes.

Once inside
the healthy cell,

the bacteria steals
the internal machinery

of the phagocyte,

causing it to mutate.

The bacteria then

hitches a free ride
on the phagocyte

into the digestive tract,

wreaking havoc
on the intestines.

So Joanna
Morgan had

a severe case of food poisoning.
Yeah.

If she had lived, she would have
become very ill,

as would anyone
who ate

at the restaurant that night.

And would have
had to seek

immediate medical attention.

The hospital
would have to report it

to the Health Department.

Which could help lead us
to that someone

who had dinner

with Joanna Morgan
the night she died,

possibly
our killer.

You said
the healthy cells mutated.

I did.

Human hairs can do
the same thing.

They're the only tissue

in the human body
except for bone marrow

that have such a high rate
of mitotic activity.

And that high rate
of cell division

can cause a very small number
of hairs to mutate,

resulting

in an altered DNA profile.

So maybe Amber Stanton's hair
is one of those mutated hairs.

It's possible,

which would explain why
it didn't match the DNA

on the knife
that killed Mitchell Bentley.

This is... this
is quite the closet,

'cause it's bigger
than most living rooms

in the Bronx.
Detective Taylor

better have crossed his "t's"
and dotted his "i's"

when he applied
for this search warrant.

My lawyer's going
to have a field day.

Not before we do.

Where are the shoes
that were in this box?

They're gone.
I threw them away.

You threw away
a pair of $400 shoes?

Is that against the law?

Why do you bother?

Mitchell Bentley
was a piece of garbage.

You just don't get it, do you?
It doesn't matter

who the victim is;
it's the killer we're after.

There's only one food poisoning
outbreak that matches

the bacteria you discovered
in the vic's stomach contents.

It came from Kalergios Grill
in Midtown.

I ran checks on the names that
the Health Department sent over.

A guy named Steve Kaplan showed
up in the ER at St. Vinny's

with a severe case
of food poisoning.

Kaplan just made a big scene
at the ER.

Demanded prescription
pain killers.

For food poisoning?

Must have been more
than just a bad stomach.

And get this--
Kaplan was acquitted

of the 2004 murder of a model.

Kaplan was Joanna Morgan's
target.

He's the missing piece.

He fits the profile.

A man who got away with murder.

We need your signature,
Mr. Kaplan.

So, what, you were the one

who pulled me out of
bed to come down here?

Not bad.

We appreciate you coming down

under the circumstances.

Well, hey, if this paper here
is gonna help me with my lawsuit

against those bastards
who, uh, poisoned me,

where do I sign?

It's just an affidavit saying
that you became ill

after dining
at Kalergios Grill.

Says here on your rap sheet
you're right-handed, Steve.

Having some shoulder trouble?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Don't think about it.
Don't think about it.

What do we have here?

I'm sorry,
did I hurt you?

Pain killers aren't prescribed
for food poisoning.

You know something,
I like her.

Yeah, yeah,
you like her, huh?

You like her as much
as you liked Joanna Morgan?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait a second.

She pulled a gun on me, buddy.

She tried to kill me.

That's self-defense.

How did you know her?

I met her on the Internet.

She, uh, she couldn't
get enough of me.

And then when I, uh,
I saw her picture,

I, uh, you know,
I had to have her.

Pay attention here,
lover boy, all right?

How did you end up
at the museum?

She said she liked to have sex
in dangerous places.

I mean, we, uh,

made it to the top
of the museum steps,

and, uh, she started
to shake real bad.

Then she turns around
and she's got a gun in her hand.

She hesitates.

We struggle, the gun went off.

Hey, it's not what I had in mind
for the evening,

but like I said before--
self-defense.

If it was self-defense,
why did you run away

and not call
the police?

Man, who's gonna believe a guy
who just beat a murder rap?

You're going to be charged
with murder, Mr. Kaplan.

It will be up to your attorneys

to raise a claim
of self-defense.

Well, well, well, well.

You guys do your job,
and if my lawyer is on the ball,

you'll be testifying
in my defense.

I got to tl you, I really hope
your lawyer does drop the ball.

Hey, do me a favor,
get this moron out of my face.

This was stuck
to the bandage

you put on the bottom
of your new shoes.

It's a chad that came from
a Long Island Railroad ticket.

If I'm being charged with taking
the railroad, I confess.

Couters are creatures
of habit.

They... they sit
in the same car.

Even the same seat.

They see the same
faces every day.

Relationships form

that can last years and
never leave the train.

That's where you met...
Joanna Morgan.

On the train.

You became close friends,

so close, in fact,
you even exchanged gifts.

So it must have really hurt to
have to throw

away those shoes,
'cause they were a gift from Joanna.

See, I found

a piece of wrapping paper

and her prints
all over the box.

She was just like you,
wasn't she?

Beautiful, smart

and happy on the outside.

Scarred and angry on the inside.

You both shared the pain

of being victims.

The two of you were going
to avenge other victims

you felt were wronged

by the criminal justice system.

Joanna Morgan
intended to kill

Steve Kaplan and leave his body

on the steps of the museum
for Matt Fella to find,

because Steve Kaplan killed
Matt Fella's fiancée

and got away with it.

And Amber Stanton left Mitchell
Bentley's body for you to see.

She knew you
worked a double

aton Thursday nights.

She also knew
you cut through the park.

Mitchell Bentley

stole a piece of my soul
when he attacked me.

Cutting through the park
was my way of telling him

that he wasn't going to steal
anything else.

And I was scared.

I would hold my keys
right between my fingers.

You're very brave.

Why would Amber Stanton
kill Bentley for me?

I suspect she did it
more for herself.

Your case
was well publicized.

Bentley's acquittal made
a lot of people very angry.

She didn't count on the fact
that your instincts

as a nurse
would lead to circumstances

that would actually
incriminate you.

You don't have to say anything,
Amber, that's your right.

But we have the evidence.

We matched hairs
from your brush

to the DNA that was on the knife
that killed Mitchell Bentley,

so you're going to prison.

We became instant friends,

Joanna and I.

I started saving a seat
for her.

Excuse me.

As time went on,

our conversations
grew more intimate.

She confided in me
about being raped.

I confided in her.

She was wonderful.

Driven, smart.

She fit perfectly into my life.

A 45-minute-a-day friendship.

Neither of us had the time
for it to be anything more.

When did the two of you decide
to become judge, jury

and executioner?

Whenever I see a useless
piece of human trash

walk away without consequence,
I feel violated again.

Bentley was smiling.

Kaplan was going about his life

as if nothing had happened.

So you became a predator,
a killer.

I think of myself as an arbiter
of justice.

Stand up.

Killing out
of vengeance

is not justice, Ms. Stanton.

Justice is conscience.

And when you lose that,
you have nothing

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