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PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND.
PHILIP, I TIRED,
I'M SO SORRY.
I'LL LAX YOU.
OH, GOD.
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Coffee's gonna get cold.
Shut up.
That's my phone, isn't it?
Mm-hmm.
Da i
m. tegethat
Don't make me cuff
your other hand.
That's good work, Detective.
I got to get it, okay?
Oh!
Flack.
Yeah, go ahead.
Sure. Send it.
What is it?
Homicide
around the corner.
Some guy e-mailed a photo
to the precinct tip line.
Headquarters is forwarding it
to me now.
Oh.
You got to go.
Yeah, huh?
His name's Marshall
Baxter. He works here
at the theater's
vocal studio.
Picture and address were
e- mailed to the precinct's
anonymous tip line.
Traced the IP address
to an internet cafe
on the Upper West Side.
Got a uni headed over there now.
Looks like he took a bullet
to the chest.
No stippling or GSR
around the wound.
Medium range.
No sign of a gun.
What kind of killer
photographs his crime
and then e-mails it to the cops?
A showoff.
Someone who thinks
he's smarter than us.
We're about to prove him wrong.
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Puts TOD roughly
eight hours ago.
Right around midnight.
Did you get anything?
No prints
in the door handle.
Looks like someone threw a punch
right into this wall.
No bruises or lacerations
on our vic's hands.
Killer took the photo
from right about here.
Hey, Mac,
this is James Copeland.
He's the director
of the theater.
Said something happened?
What the hell? That's Marshall.
Well, hang on
a second there, bud.
This is my theater.
Might be your theater,
but it's my crime scene.
Marshall Baxter
was our voice coach,
and he also used that rehearsal
space for private lessons.
Who was here last night
around midnight?
Uh, nobody. We did a rehearsal
of Don Giovanni,
Theater was empty by 11:00.
Where were you? At a party
with some of our actors.
Got home around 2:00.
Bruise on your hand
looks recent.
Did you get that
at the party?
Maybe you took a shot
at the wall.
Come on, James.
Don't make me ask twice.
Okay. Baxter parked in my spot
every single day.
My spot. With my name on it.
I tried to be reasonable
with the guy.
It just got a little
out of hand.
You're parked
in my spot again.
Move your car, or I'm gonna get
a tow truck to do it for you.
You touch my car, you're gonna
be parking in handicapped.
Well, who could
blame you?
A parking spot in this city's
worth killing for.
True, but I didn't kill him.
We'll need a list
of Baxter's clients
and everyone who works here.
Hey, nobody here
did this.
Who's gonna shoot somebody
in a theater?
Did you ever hear of a guy
named John Wilkes Booth?
Hey, uh, the police located
the computer and keyboard
from the Internet cafe
on the Upper West Side
where the photo was sent from.
Find anythingwe can use?
Prints? DNA?
Too many donors
to isolate a single profile.
Could be why the killer e-mailed
the photo from a public place.
That's smart, right?
Oh, I-I I'm sorry. I didn't
mean, like-like he's smart
smart. I mean, like, he's
Look at the distortion
fingerprint
on the photo, see if
you can figure out
what kind of camera took it.
Smart. Uh, s-smart.
Hawkes?
Hey.
The dirt we found
at the crime scene-
Lapilli tephra.
Volcanic ash?
From somewhere
in the South Pacific.
Which means it probably
wasn't tracked in
on the killer's shoes.
Yeah, and it wasn't his hair
we found
on the victim's shirt, either.
It's from a Himalayan yak.
Used to make rugs,
blankets, brushes.
Volcanic ash and yak hair.
Could be looking at someone
in the import/export business
or works in a museum,
or who knows what else.
Taylor.
I'll be right there.
Marshall Baxter's COD
was exsanguination due to a
puncture in the aortic arch,
and it appears
our killer removed the bullet.
Looks like he dug it out with
some kind of sharp instrument.
Why remove the bullet but leave
all that other trace behind?
There's something else.
Based on your TOD
at the scene, Sheldon,
he should be out of rigor
by now, but as you can see,
he's not.
So, then, the body must have
been exposed to cold postmortem?
Crime scene was room temp
when we got there, no A/C.
Is it possible your reading
was off? No offense.
Sid, I double-checked.
Liver temp put him
at 86 degrees.
There was no error.
Okay.
There's another option.
Somehow, someone deliberately
lowered the body temp
of our vic.
Hey, what do
the Brooklyn Bruisers,
asphalt trace, and motor oil
have in common?
They all are found in the game
of bike polo.
Okay.
Same as regular polo,
except they ride bikes
instead of horses.
They put these cards
in the spokes
to identify who they are
on the court.
What's with the number on the back?
I'm thinking that may be a link
between bike polo and ***.
Give it a ring.
Hello.
Welcome to the Rejection
Call Line.
The reason you're hearing
this recorded greeting
is because the person
who gave you
this phone number wants nothing
to do with you.
To speak with a specialist
who will guide you
through this hard time
of heartache and pain,
press 1.
Okay.
The Rejection Call Line?
Hell of a way
to give somebody the slip, huh?
Yeah.
I guess our vic asked out
the wrong girl.
I'm not so sure
it was our vic
who got the brush-off.
A team photo of the
Brooklyn Bruisers.
There's no Marshall Baxter
in sight.
Huh.
Then who's #2?
Come on. You're
clear. Go ahead.
Shoot!
Uh, we'd like to borrow
him for a second.
Sure.
This is him.
Nope, never seen him.
How about this?
This spoke card belong to you?
I don't, uh
no, I don't
I don't think so.
You don't seem so sure
about that, #2.
Yeah, we found this
in a *** victim's pocket.
Look, I've never
seen that guy, and I
don't have a clue
how he got my spoke card, okay?
You just said
that wasn't your spoke card.
You know,
maybe we should take him in.
No, no, just-just wait.
Just give me a second. Um
Look, I've seen this
girl around campus.
Chelsea University.
The other day,
I see her on the street.
I ask her for her number.
She writes it
on the back of my spoke card.
But I never called
her- I swear.
Whatever.
No, babe.
I swear I never called her.
Might want to buy her
some flowers.
Okay, but what does
all this have to do
with the man in the photo?
After she gave me her number,
that guy
in the picture comes running
at mefrom across the street.
He rips the card from my hand
and starts
yelling at me to stay away
from his girlfriend.
Stay the hell away
from my girlfriend.
That girl- what's her name?
Odessa.
I don't know her last name.
Look, all I know
is that she goes
to Chelsea University
and she's hot.
What do you want from
me? All right, Romeo.
If you see her, you tell her
we're looking for her.
No, as a matter of fact,
why don't you give her
my number?
Based on the lateral
chromatic aberration,
the e-mail photo
was taken with a Blackberry.
Now, if I had the phone
in front of me,
I could tell if the photo
was taken with it.
Without it not so much.
That the breakdown on the
ceramic chip we found
at the crime scene?
Yeah, found trace elements
of rubidium, strontium,
and zirconium.
Looks like you got
a lot of
background CO2
on that calibration curve.
Yeah, but it's not
the ceramic piece
itself.
It's the ambient air
trapped
inside the vial.
The CO2 levels
at the crime scene
were elevated somehow.
Dry ice.
That's what did it.
High levels
of CO2,
plus a decrease
in body temperature,
could be caused by dry ice.
Yeah, I, uh yeah.
Dry ice.
Well, that would
certainly explain
why rigor
was prolonged.
And why Sheldon's
TOD was off.
And best of all,
it would explain these
little red
discolorations I found
on Baxter's chest.
First glance, I
thought dermatitis.
Now I'm thinking contact burns.
One of science's
many ironies.
Ice can burn.
Using dry ice,
how long would it take
to lower body temp
from 98 to 86 degrees?
All right,
with roughly 25 pounds
packed around the core,
I would say less
than three hours.
And in that time, the ice
would have sublimated into gas,
leaving no sign
it was ever there.
So, our killer
wanted us to think
the time of death was earlier
than it actually was.
That's why he tipped us off
with the anonymous photo
and address.
He wanted to be sure
we'd find the body
before the effects wore off.
Removing the bullet
from the body,
manipulating
body temperature.
Why go through all that trouble?
We could be looking at someone
with a background in forensics,
someone who'd know
enough to be able
to manipulate the crime scene.
What does that say about
the yak hair, the volcanic ash,
and the ceramic chip?
That we can't
trust them.
Could have all been left
behind deliberately
for us to find.
All right,
if that's true,
how are we going
to determine which evidence
is real and what was
planted? We can start
by asking ourselves,
"What, if anything,
do all these things
have in common?"
What connects them?
I think I know the connection.
It's me.
I was a guest lecturer
at a forensics class uc
at Chelsea University
about two months ago.
I used examples
from past cases
to show what it is
we do.
And those examples
have been duplicated
in the Baxter ***.
Every single one of them.
It's all here in my syllabus.
Here you go.
This, animal hair,
and this, geological matter,
and this, inorganic compounds.
Now, I think the empty wallet
was also staged
to make it look like a robbery.
Well, that eliminates everything
we collected
at the crime scene.
That's exactly the point.
The evidence
was designed to send us
on a wild goose chase.
And that leaves us
with nothing we can be sure of.
Remember the mummy we discovered
in the Varick Building?
Pauline Rayburn.
We believe
it's Pauline Rayburn.
Clothing fits
the description
of the last thing
she was wearing
before she went missing
over three weeks ago.
Killer positioned her
next to the AC,
which created
the artificial environment
that mummified her.
Right. Now, I used
that case to show
how environmental elements
can alter our estimation of TOD.
As you can see, fluctuations
in temperature,
humidity, and ventilation
can all affect
the body's natural rate
of decomposition.
And Sara Jackson,
the model
we found impaled
at the Soho Regency Hotel.
No.
We found a camel hair
on her thigh.
Camel hair?
What are camel hairs doing
on our vic's thigh?
So, the camel hair we found
on this victim's thigh
came from a photographic
lens brush,
which led us
to suspect
a photographer.
There's more:
Lauren Redgrave was murdered
because her neighbor
wanted her apartment.
Well, he put arsenic in her tea.
But that's not how
we put him at the scene.
It was meteorite dust.
I used that example
to show
how even the most
out-of-context trace
can break a case.
But it's always a
race against time.
We have to identify the context
and origin
of the evidence
before we identify
the suspect.
The longer it takes
to name a suspect
The harder it is to find him.
Stella, check
the records
at Chelsea University.
See if you can find a connection
between Marshall Baxter
and one of your students.
You know,
the bike polo guy
said that Baxter
had a girlfriend
at Chelsea University.
Odessa.
I don't know her last name.
Odessa.
Right. If she was one of your students,
she just moved to the top
of the suspect list.
Sheldon, swing by
Baxter's apartment.
Look through
his personal effects.
Maybe you can make
a connection that way.
Okay.
Danny, we'll stay with
the evidence we have.
Yeah, 'cause
even if it
was planted, he had to get it
from somewhere.
We know he used large quantities
of dry ice.
I'll start there.
Okay.
Mr. Copeland, who else
has access to the dry ice?
Dry ice?
The thing that makes
that white smoky stuff.
I know this may be out
of your wheelhouse,
but we're doing
a little opera by Mozart.
It's called
Don Giovanni.
Now, there's a scene in that
that requires fog.
Watch the attitude,
Mr. Copeland.
The cemetery scene
with Commendatore.
Look, I'll admit it.
I- I didn't care for Marshall.
He was a stubborn,
moody, self-centered hack.
Nobody here liked him.
Why do you keep
coming back to me?
Because you punched
a hole in his wall;
you were here
the night of the ***;
and you had access
to the crime scene.
Now, I know it's out
of your wheelhouse,
but to us,
that makes you a suspect.
I already told you
I was at a party.
We now have evidence
that Baxter was murdered
several hours later
than we originally thought.
Where were you at 5:00
in the morning?
Nursing a hangover
from that party.
Can anyone verify that?
Yeah, my cat.
That wouldn't
happen to be
a Blackberry,
would it?
Yeah, why?
'Cause someone
took a photo of our vic
after they put a bullet in him.
Maybe that someone was you.
That's insane.
I hope you have someone
changing Fluffy's litter box,
'cause if you're lying,
you'll be
going away for a while.
I got you a copy
of your class roster.
I don't see anyone
named Odessa on it.
Doesn't mean
she didn't take the class.
A lot of students audit
without even bothering
to register.
I keep trying to remember
the faces, and I just can't.
It's all such a blur.
Well, if it's any consolation,
I have been doing this
for over 30 years.
You never remember the faces.
Well
maybe a few.
It's just so disturbing to think
that someone would attend
one of my lectures
just to learn how
to get away with ***.
What students take away
from a class
is up to them, Stella.
You cannot
blame yourself.
You are a gifted teacher.
That's why I convinced you
to do the lecture
in the first place, remember?
I should really let you go.
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Looks like Baxter
was a real packrat.
You think this is bad,
you should see Adam's place.
Maybe there's something here
that can tell us
why somebody wanted him dead.
Phone bill
receipts, mail.
You find something?
Maybe.
All these photos
are the same two women.
Looks of things, I don't think they
knew they were being photographed.
Mmm.
More like
surveillance photos.
Like they were being watched.
You thinking what
I'm thinking?
Could be Marshall Baxter's
a stalker.
And these could
be his victims.
I'll run 'em through NCIC,
see if anyone filed
a complaint.
All right.
Hey.
Hey.
Well, you were right.
Baxter was arrested
four years ago
in Providence, Rhode Island
for aggravated assault.
Sounds like stalking to me.
Ah, he got slapped with five
days of community service
and a restraining order.
And that didn't seem
to slow him down.
He was arrested again
a week later for criminal
contempt in the first degree.
Okay, so he must have violated
the restraining order.
And for that, the judge
gave him eight days in jail.
Eight days.
Hell of a deterrent.
Problem is
although stalking
may be a crime,
the things stalkers do
are perfectly legal.
You know,
there's no laws
against taking pictures, sending
e- mails, or using the phone.
Yeah, but it's just wrong.
People have the right
to walk down the street
and feel safe.
Hey, I spend
every day of my life
trying to fix that.
I know.
We put away the bad guys,
but what about the victims?
Who fixes them?
My ex-girlfriend, Kiera-
perfect example.
She was ***.
And afterwards,
everything changed.
She was afraid, cautious.
She lost a part of herself.
And then I lost her.
Sorry about that.
We know who filed the complaint
against Baxter?
No, not yet.
I gotta call in
to Providence PD.
I'm just waiting
to hear back
on a name.
Let me know
as soon as you hear something.
Yeah.
Her name's
Carrie Langdon.
She filed a
restraining order
against Baxter four years o
in Rhode Island.
Could she have been one
of Stella's forensics students?
She's not our killer, Mac.
Carrie committed suicide
about six months ago.
It's not a total
wash, though.
According
to Rhode Island police,
her brother recently filed
a lawsuit against them.
For failure to protect.
He blames them
for his sister's suicide.
Carrie! No!
Maybe he decided to finish
what the law couldn't.
PROVIDENCE, PHODE ISLAND.
The lawsuit won't bring
my sister back.
But maybe it'll change
the system.
Protect other women.
Mr. Langdon, I'm sorry.
I know that
your sister's suicide
must be a terrible
weight to bear. I don't
think of it as suicide.
I think of it as ***.
Carrie might have jumped
off the ledge,
but Marshall Baxter
put her there.
According to this
restraining order,
Baxter began stalking
your sister four years ago.
Carrie took a voice lesson
from him.
And somehow
in his twisted mind,
that meant she was
his girlfriend.
I convinced her to file that.
Thought it would
scare him off.
But I was wrong.
It made it worse.
He started threatening her.
She was terrified
to go outside,
to answer her phone.
And how long that go on for?
Two years.
And then one day.
it suddenly stopped.
It was like a miracle.
He was gone.
Carrie could breathe again.
She could live her life
without having to look
over her shoulder.
That's what I thought anyway.
Till she jumped.
Carrie!
No!
She never recovered
from the stalking.
The cops claimed
they couldn't arrest Baxter
until he committed
an act of violence.
An act of violence?
What do you call destroying
someone's soul?
Some would call it motive.
I wondered why you came
all the way up here
from New York City
to discuss a suicide.
I thought
about killing Baxter.
I admit it.
Didn't have the guts, I guess.
Then you won't mind telling me
where you were last night?
At a restaurant opening here
in Providence.
Spent the night
at my girlfriend's.
Did you ever take a class
or attend a lecture
at Chelsea University
in New York?
We're done here.
I haven't
set foot inside a school
since Carried graduated
five years ago.
Now, if you're going
to arrest me
go ahead; otherwise
you can contact my attorney.
Mr. Langdon
I am truly sorry
for your loss.
I have a sister, too, so.
Don't ever take that
for granted.
Okay, thanks.
That was Adam.
James Copeland's Blackberry
did not take the photo that
was e-mailed to the tip line.
He's off the hook.
Along with all the students
that registered for my lecture.
I tracked down all 19 of them.
I take it you couldn't tie
any of them to Baxter.
Not one, but I did find
something else.
Manhattan Natural
History Museum.
It's right next to
Chelsea University.
This catalog
have something to do
with your forensics lecture?
Indirectly, yes.
Uh
turn to page 32.
Museum gift shop sells
souvenirs of volcanic ash
from Hawaii.
Mm-hmm. Keep going.
Gold ceramic bowls
from Thailand.
Just like the ceramic
chip we found.
Any chance the museum also has
a Himalayan animal exhibit?
Life-size
with real hair.
Angell's on her way there now.
She's going to go to talk to
some of the museum employees
and check into recent
credit card purchases.
We've got evidence from the four
corners of the world,
and all the killer had to do was
go up to 77th Street to get it.
Doc.
Yo.
Boston PD just called.
A woman up there
named Dana Melton filed
a restraining order
against Baxter.
Was she at Stella's class?
Uh, wasn't registered,
but Boston's trying
to locate her now.
But in the
meantime,
we can log on to their Web site
and download the case file,
and an MP3 of her statement.
Sounds like
they got everything
but the chowder.
Here we go.
Dana Melton.
She filed the first
restraining order
two years ago.
Click on her audio file there
upper right-hand corner.
When I was 17,
I won a radio contest
for a song I wrote
in high school.
I got a demo CD, had some labels
interested in me.
Then about two years ago,
I took a few voice lessons
from Marshall Baxter,
and it all fell apart.
He started sending me
letters, postcards,
e- mails, calling me.
Seven to 80 times a day.
Can you imagine living like that? No.
Sounds like Carrie Langdon's
story.
Carrie took a voice lesson
from him.
He started threatening her.
She was terrified to go outside,
to answer her phone.
Hopefully this one has
a different ending.
Yeah.
Let see what
else we got.
I've seen her picture
before.
Hold on a minute.
Is this the
same woman?
The hair's different,
but the eyes,
the nose, the face.
Looks like the same woman to me.
If it is the same woman,
she just became a person
of interest.
We got an address?
Boston PD
can't track her down and I can't
find her in Social Security
or any one
of our regular databases.
Not on any mailing lists,
no credit cards.
She was being stalked.
She probably didn't want
to be found.
I don't blame her.
I mean, being hunted
like that,
someone watching
your every move.
This Baxter's
a sick pup.
I spoke to Carrie Langdon's
brother.
He said
that she met Baxter once,
and he was convinced
that she was his girlfriend.
Hey, that's funny,
'cause
the bike polo player
said Baxter referred to Odessa
in that same way.
As his girlfriend.
You stay the hell away
from my girlfriend.
Odessa.
This will only take a second.
Last time you guys said that
it cost me
my girlfriend.
This is a homicide
investigation,
not a dating service.
See this girl?
Do you recognize her?
Yeah, that's Odessa.
You're sure about that?
Positive.
All right,
we need you
to tell us everything you know
about her.
There's not much to tell.
I barely know her.
Okay, do you know what classes
she was taking at Chelsea?
I have no clue.
Did she ever say
where she lived, job, anything?
No.
Look, I remember
her saying
something
about a singing gig once.
Didn't say where.
Look, guys,
can I go now?
I got a match.
Yeah.
Go ahead.
He follows me everywhere.
Won't leave me alone.
I go to the bookstore.
He's there.
I go out to lunch
with my friends;
he's, he's at
the next table.
Last week I came home and he
was in front of my apartment.
I even had to quit my job 'cause
he kept following me there.
Gavin Skidmore
confirmed
that Dana Melton and Odessa
are the same person.
Please tell me
you can do something.
Anything, please, I
What is that?
It's Melton's taped statement
to Boston PD.
Play it again.
Please tell me
you can do something.
Anything, please, I
I don't know how to stop him.
I know that voice.
When you walk into
a crime scene, how can you tell
what evidence to process?
Good question.
You should certainly process
anything that looks out of place
or things
that are close
to the victim's body.
Now, sometimes
evidence can point you
towards the wrong killer
or no killer
at all.
It's Odessa.
You sure?
Yeah, I mean, call her
Dana, Odessa,
whatever.
I recognize
her voice.
She was in my class.
She must have audited
the course.
So Dana Melton changed
her name to Odessa
and moved from Boston to
Manhattan to start a new life.
Baxter followed her here,
started stalking her again,
but this time,
instead of turning
to law enforcement for help,
she took matters
into her own hands.
She killed him.
And I taught her how.
We distributed her photo
to every airport,
train station,
and bus terminal,
but I think we have enough
to start with right here.
Mac, we got nothing
but a Dana Melton in Boston
who became an Odessa
in New York
and a bunch of
whacked-out evidence.
We have to
stop looking
at Marshall Baxter as a victim
and start seeing him as a perp.
Lucky for us, he
was a pack rat,
so let's start with the
receipts and paperwork
we found in
his apartment.
Baxter was stalking
Odessa,
which means he went
where she went.
All right,
so we use Baxter's receipts
to create a geographical profile
of his movements.
Which hopefully leads
us to Odessa herself.
We know he lived
in Chelsea.
Anything outside that area
could be his stalking zone.
We already have a
few known variables.
We know that Odessa took
Stella's course
at Chelsea University.
That's 86th and Amsterdam.
Internet caf�|at 73rd and Columbus,
where she e-mailed
the photo.
Here's something.
Looks like Baxter had lunch
twice last week
at Tresoro Caf?
which is on 95th
and West End.
It's nowhere
near his home.
Follow the hunter,
find the prey.
Odessa Shaw- been living here
going on a year.
Keeps to herself mostly.
Said some loony
was stalking her.
She ever have any trouble
with him here?
We got a doorman 24/7.
They get paid to head off
that kind of trouble.
Odessa.
NYPD.
Dana Melton,
open up.
She paid extra
for these deadbolts.
Well, I can't say that
I like what she's done
with the place.
When did she move out?
I didn't know she did.
Come to think
of it,
her mail's been piling up.
Let's go.
I'll go talk to the doorman.
Junk mail, local newspapers,
restaurant menus.
Did you find her?
Her apartment is cleaned out,
no forwarding address.
Here's a bank statement
and something
from her dry cleaners maybe.
No, the bank's got
to be closed by now.
"As a valued customer,
save ten percent
on your next visit. "
Dry cleaners may still be open;
I'm gonna head over there.
See if Flack got anything
from the doorman
on your way out.
Okay.
Mac, you better take
a look at these.
"They tell me
you're afraid of me.
"How can that be?
"I would never
hurt you, Dana.
"I'll never let you go.
"You think you have a new life?
"You won't have it much longer
if you keep ignoring me.
That's a promise. "
Here's another one.
"You're not running away
from me again.
I saw you
with those moving boxes today. "
Moving boxes.
If we're lucky, the box company
may have moved
her as well.
Could give us an address.
Nearest one's
around 74th and Broadway.
"You are mine, ***,
and that's final. "
Nobody has the right to do this
to another person, nobody.
THAT ???
What do you think
our chances are
she's still in the city?
She was smart enough to
move out of her apartment
before she
killed Baxter.
Probably smart enough
to leave town as well.
Part of me hopes so.
Sheldon, sometimes
the line isn't as clear
as we'd like it to be,
but it's still there,
and Odessa crossed it.
She had a choice.
Yeah. Suicide or ***.
Mac, come take a look
at this flyer.
One of the photos
in Baxter's apartment
was taken
right outside
this building.
"Live music
nightly. "
The bike polo player said
Odessa had a singing gig
somewhere.
Jersey.
* My heart feels like a circus *
* Too much to take in *
* It's hard to lose love *
* You were my best friend *
* So I walk this *
* High wire *
* Alone tonight *
* That way it won't hurt *
* So much *
* When we say good-bye *
* That way *
* It won't hurt so much *
* When we say good-bye. *
Dana Melton.
What happens now?
I think you know
the answer to that.
You could just let me walk
out of here, please.
You don't know
what I've been through.
I was so scared.
I tried to start over
to change everything.
I know
you don't understand,
not really.
I do understand, Dana.
I understand it all, but I
have to arrest you anyway.
It's the toughest
part of my job.
I thought
I did everything right.
ARTISTS' ENTRANCE.
You came very close.
You had a good teacher.
You left no prints,
no DNA, no witnesses.
Just circumstantial
evidence.
In fact, without a
formal confession,
it will be very hard
to win a conviction.
Let's go.