CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 8, Episode 9 - #DUPE# - full transcript
Previously, on
New York...
John Curtis raped
another woman.
He's in New York.
The victim walked
into Flack's precinct,
he took the report, and then
he recognized Curtis as
your old DC rape case.
Who was she, the victim?
Ali.
Ali Rand.
In DC, your colleague
made a mistake
in the first round
of DNA testing
and then destroyed
the documentation,
when you knew that
John Curtis was your guy.
Serena Matthews,
the senator's daughter.
Your DNA was planted
on her underwear?
I was acquitted.
I came here to
make you a promise.
You will not walk
away this time.
You put that bitch on the stand,
your case'll fall
apart faster
than your career did in the FBI.
You don't believe
me, do you?
Please tell the court
the expected dose-related effect
on a person who's ingested
1,000 milligrams of GHB.
Death.
So either your test
is wrong, or Miss Rand is lying.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
Mr. Curtis, please stand..
Some of the testimony
we've heard here today
is cause for concern
and raises serious questions
as to the credibility
of the victim.
I have been moved
to grant defense counsel's
request for a reduced bail
down to the sum of $25,000.
This court is adjourned.
We'll see everyone back here
on the eighth of January.
Late-breaking news
today as John Curtis, the man
commonly referred to
as the "DC Rapist,"
will be released
on $25,000 bail.
This dramatic turn of events
occurred after the judge heard
surprising testimony
from the New York Crime Lab
suggesting levels of GHB
in the alleged victim's system
were inconsistent
with her statements.
There's no word yet as to
whether the Manhattan D.A.
will pursue the case further.
Jo...
what happened?
Serena, it's okay.
That girl Lindsay
who works with you...
I thought she was
on our side.
She had to tell the truth.
The truth is that Curtis
raped that girl and...
they just let him go.
Again.
All this means is that he's
been released on bail.
There's a difference.
Not to me.
We're gonna get him.
- How can you possibly say that?
- Because there are
a lot of good people
who still want to see
this guy behind bars.
What, your associate on
the stand up there? You?
I have seen
John Curtis
walk out of a courtroom,
a free man, twice.
Both times you were there.
I'm not involved in this case,
Senator, as you know.
And yet, somehow it fell apart.
Dad, let's just go.
My daughter already
paid her price.
Nothing can change that.
This is about all
the other daughters
that had to suffer since you
let Curtis go the first time.
Come on.
Senator Matthews,
I'm Jo Danville.
This is my associate.
Frank Waters,
FBI Crime Lab.
Yes, I know.
I requested you.
Can you tell us what happened?
We've been told very little.
My daughter, uh, was
attacked tonight.
She came home beaten,
half drugged.
- You take her to the hospital?
- Of course not.
There can't be any press,
no news conferences.
My daughter has got
to be protected.
That's why I avoided
the DC police.
Where's your daughter now?
Serena?
They're here.
Look what he did
to my little girl.
You know you can't
be doing that.
You shouldn't
even be within
ten feet of that evidence.
John Curtis is posting
bail as we speak.
I can't sit back and watch
this case fall apart.
The case isn't yours, Jo.
It's Lindsay's.
She'll be the one to go
back over the evidence.
And you should get
some distance.
You know John Curtis is not
just another bad guy to me.
I can't pretend this
is business as usual.
Yeah, I get that,
it's personal.
All the more reason why
you should step away.
Nobody knows this guy
better than me.
I spent 11 months in DC
on this case.
Of course it's personal.
But you know
I can help this case.
Why don't you look over the
evidence from the DC rapes.
Could be a detail
that'll help us here.
Thank you.
Danny works with you.
You don't process anything.
Nothing where your
signature shows up,
- so you can't be subpoenaed.
- Deal.
Whatever you find,
find it fast.
The only thing keeping this
case alive is Ali's statement.
You said I was gonna be safe.
But that maniac
is back out there.
Who do you think he's pissed
at right now, the crime lab?
Look, Ali, you just need
to take a breath here.
They're calling
me a liar
in the newspaper, a whore.
I told you not to
read the papers.
The D.A. is doubting
my statements now.
Well, there are inconsistencies.
So you think I'm lying, too.
The levels of GHB in your
system suggest that Curtis
gave you a lethal dose.
You should be dead.
Can you explain that?
I don't know;
I'm not a scientist.
But without the physical
evidence of you being drugged,
all we have is
your testimony.
Forget it.
I'm not doing this anymore--
I'm dropping the charges.
Let's be clear about something.
There is no dropping
these charges.
Okay? You can't
un-ring this bell.
You cannot force me to testify.
No. But the D.A. can,
and he will.
You're in this, Ali.
Okay, thanks for checking.
All right,
so this is everything
the FBI forwarded us
on the DC rape cases.
Not much here to look at.
Curtis was careful.
Used cash buying them
drinks, used condoms when
he raped them, he used hotels
so maids cleaned the sheets--
no evidence.
We only ever loosely
connected him
- to four attacks.
- Right. The senator's daughter was
the only one ever
to cooperate.
Serena, I wanted to tell you
what we're gonna do,
so there are no surprises.
I'm gonna take
some photographs,
then I'm gonna do
an examination
with what we call
a sexual assault kit,
and ask you a couple of questions.
Is that okay?
Frank, can I
get that camera?
Okay, there's
gonna be a flash.
Frank, do you mind
stepping out for a moment?
I'm sorry.
It's just I'm so embarrassed.
There's no reason to be.
If I hadn't been drinking
when this whole...
Serena, listen to me.
This is not your fault.
Not your fault.
I remember his face.
If you find him, then...
then I can identify him for you.
Good.
Good.
Jo.
Hey, Jo?
Your cell phone's ringing.
Mac, I retested
the swab from the cut
on Ali Rand's cheek,
only this time I ran an
immunochemical test.
Determining the age
of the wounds Ali sustained
- during the rape.
- Right.
I figured if we couldn't nail
John Curtis on the GHB...
We could confirm that
the beating took place
when Ali and Curtis were
together in the hotel.
Right. Unfortunately,
it proved the opposite.
John Curtis left Ali
Rand in that hotel
eight hours before
my examination.
But according to the P-selection
to E-selection ratios,
those wounds were sustained
only a couple of hours
before I took the swab.
Ali didn't just lie
about the GHB,
she lied about when
she was beaten, too.
Mac, she's lying
about everything.
Thank you.
Saw you at the
courthouse yesterday.
I saw you, too.
You looked busy--
Senator Matthews.
Yeah, like old times, huh?
Did you go to the hearing?
Didn't work out
the way I thought.
How are you, Frank?
- I'm fine.
- Yeah?
Working in the private sector--
Rothwell Laboratories.
You like it?
It's a job.
What about Sally, the boys?
They're in Indiana.
I didn't know.
Yeah, well, a lot can
happen in two years.
I'm truly sorry for what
happened to you, Frank.
By "what happened to me,"
you mean when you fired
me from the FBI?
Okay, is that why you
asked me to breakfast?
Because if you think I
regret the decision I made,
you're mistaken.
No, no, no, I didn't think
you'd change your mind.
You made a mistake
processing Curtis's DNA
and tried to cover it up.
Jo...
I-I'm not here to argue.
I have thought about this
long and hard, I really have.
When I came to the courthouse,
I wanted to speak with you,
I wanted to...
let you know I understand.
Okay, thank you.
But then I watched Curtis
get away with it again,
and all the things
I wanted to say
to make amends got
stuck in my throat.
I'm not gonna sit here and let
you blame me for what you did.
I don't, Jo.
Look, it took me a long
time to figure it out,
but I messed up and I own it.
If that's really the way
you feel, I'm glad for you.
Yeah, but what I do blame you
for is not letting it go.
Why didn't you just
ignore my mistake?
I had a responsibility, Frank.
To Serena,
to the other victims.
If you'd just put your
personal ethics to the side
one time, none of this
would be happening now.
Clearly you still
don't understand
what happened two years ago,
and there's no point
rehashing the past.
You're right, it was
a mistake calling you.
It won't happen again.
Got a homicide
in Central Park--
female, mid-20s,
apparent victim of assault.
Who called it in?
Couple from Iowa, in town to see
Spider-Man on Broadway,
after a walk in the park.
Odds were pretty good
they were going
to see a dead
body either way.
She was putting on a
pretty good show herself.
I aged the cut under
her eye from the rape.
She might have
done it to herself.
Well, she didn't do this to herself.
Wow.
This looks like a postcard--
I mean, except for the
dead body, of course,
but the rest of it,
wow, look at it.
Huh?
Total postcard.
"Wish you were here."
Shut up and
help me roll her.
Blunt-force trauma
to the head.
Caved part of
her skull in.
Multiple blows?
It's hard to say.
I don't see any spatter.
It could have been
just one shot.
It depends what
she was hit with.
This.
There's blood on it.
Oh, that'd do it.
So she was killed here.
It wasn't a dump job.
It's probably not
premeditated, right?
I mean, it'd be strange
if someone planned
to kill her with a rock.
You never know.
Perp might have
been following her.
Could have snuck up behind
her and, bang, lights out.
The result of a heated argument.
Unsatisfied customer.
What?
She's a call girl.
Don't make me sorry
I brought you out here.
If she really did
fabricate the rape story,
there's definitely one guy who
would want to confront her.
And John Curtis just
got released on bail.
We, the jury, find
the defendant, John Curtis,
not guilty of rape
in the first degree.
Mr. Curtis, having been found
not guilty of these charges,
you are free to go.
Okay.
He say anything yet?
Not about Ali Rand.
I don't get it.
Why would he agree to come in
and then not be willing to talk?
He's willing to talk,
just not to me.
He specifically
requested you.
This is Detective Jo Danville.
We're at the
12th Precinct.
In the room with me
is John Curtis.
This interview
is being recorded
- for the purpose of...
- This isn't an interview.
Excuse me?
This isn't an interview.
I asked you here.
If anything,
I'm interviewing you,
but I'd prefer
to call it a discussion.
Nevertheless, the camera
is here to record the...
To make sure I don't falsely
claim something happened?
I mean, I can
understand that.
I might leave here and go beat
the hell out of myself
and then come back and claim
police brutality.
I hope you appreciate the irony
here, you know, considering
that you were
so eager to believe--
Ali was her name?
Well, against
my better judgment
and even more so,
against my lawyer's wishes,
I did have sex with her.
But I didn't rape her.
And why would she lie
about that?
Money.
If not mine, the hotel's.
Civil suit would be
very lucrative.
Where were you last night?
Where were you last night?
I don't find this amusing.
It's not meant to be.
And I'll tell you why I ask.
Because I'd like to know
what your alibi is
for Ali's time of death.
The way I see it,
you have more motive
to kill Ali than I do.
I mean, you were so close,
you could taste it.
You had a victim who suffered
increased violence,
who had GHB in her system
and just enough memory
to remember my name.
You were so close to being
able to lay your head down
on your pillow and
forget me forever,
but your star witness
turned out to be a fraud,
so you let Ali Rand know
just how you felt about that.
Send me a copy of that,
would you?
I want to replay
the look on your face.
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Hey, Sid,
have you ever seen someone
punch herself in the face?
Uh, no.
Are you going to punch
yourself in the face?
Uh, let me try that again.
Have you ever had a
victim on your table
who's exhibited self-inflicted
punch wounds to the face?
Uh, well,
I've pretty much seen it all,
but no, I have not
come across anyone
who has successfully
punched herself to death.
Why?
Ali Rand.
Could the old
bruises on her face
and the cut under her eye
from the rape--
could those have
been self-inflicted?
Mm... she seems pretty tough,
but I would guess not.
It comes down
to simple physics, really.
F = M x A.
Force equals mass
times acceleration.
So you don't think she could
have generated enough force?
Not to sustain bruises
like these
or the laceration
under her eye.
Ultimately, her fist alone
doesn't contain
enough mass.
She would have to put
her entire weight
behind the punch
to do this kind of damage.
So, in your medical opinion,
somebody else punched Ali?
Yes, someone else punched her.
So she had an accomplice.
And whoever killed her,
I'm thinking he hit her
with something
that left this behind.
Adam.
Oh, check this out.
Okay, what am I looking at?
Dermal denticles.
Shark skin?
- Mm-hmm.
- This is the trace
from Ali Rand's coat?
Yeah.
Weird, right?
Unless her being a call girl
is just a front
for her real job
as a pharmaceutical rep.
I'm not following.
I wasn't either,
but I started looking
into its uses,
and there's this drug company
that has been experimenting
with protein
in shark skin, developing
these time-release
gelatin capsules.
All right, collagen is
extracted from the shark skin
and then used to coat a cluster
of individual microcapsules.
All right,
the person ingests the pill,
the outer layer is exposed
to the stomach acids.
It dissolves, releasing
the drug into the system.
And then the next
layer is exposed
and releases a second
dose of the drug.
Allowing a sustained release
of the drug over time,
by only taking one pill.
Pretty cool, huh?
Why use shark skin?
Shark skin collagen
has a higher degree of
blocking damaging UV rays.
So the pills have a
longer shelf life.
But this is before being
ground up to coat a capsule.
Did Lindsay ever mention Ali
having a connection to a
pharmaceutical company?
Rothwell Laboratories?!
Working in the private sector--
Rothwell Laboratories.
It's Frank Waters.
Frank Waters. NYPD.
Frank!
How well did you say
you knew this guy?
Frank?
I never meant for
any of this to happen.
I know Curtis is guilty.
Where are you, Frank?
If I could go back...
Just go back and undo what I did.
Why don't we talk
about it, Frank?
Let's just sit down
and talk about it.
Tell me where you are.
That son of a bitch.
I know there are more.
More what, Frank?
It's my fault.
Your intentions were good.
They were.
I know that.
All I wanted was
for him to go away
so he could never do it again.
I'm sorry, Jo.
Frank!
No, no, no!
Frank!
Just spoke to Jo.
She's heading back to the M.E.'s
office with Frank's body.
Our buddy Frankie-- he never met
a piece of paper he didn't like.
I guess they didn't teach
organization at Quantico, huh?
This isn't just sloppiness.
It's obsession.
Yeah. I mean, he's got tons
of surveillance photos
of Curtis,
he's got credit card receipts
from all the hotel bars
he went to.
Frank had a lot of time
on his hands.
Flack talked
to Frank's employer.
He's been calling in sick
two, three times a week.
Maybe he was taking
his work home with him.
This kitchen's set up
like a makeshift chem lab.
Plus we got empty containers
of metal polish, drain cleaner
and camp fuel.
All of which can be
used to make GHB.
You think Frank
was working with Ali
to set up Curtis for rape?
He wanted Curtis to pay after
making that mistake in DC.
Tracked him
all over New York.
And then what?
He hires Ali to proposition
Curtis in public?
Sure.
Whips up the GHB
right here in the kitchen.
Ali could have come here
before going to the precinct.
He doses her,
then beats her to
make it look right,
and sends her off to the
precinct to make a complaint.
Something doesn't make sense.
I mean, Frank worked
at the FBI crime lab for years.
So how did he get
the GHB levels so wrong?
Ali could have accidentally
taken a wrong amount.
I mean, there are
a number of things
that could have gone sideways.
And when they did, Frank got
worried Ali would give him up.
So, he confronts her
at the park.
What did you tell them?
Nothing. I'm done with this.
And made sure she'd stay quiet.
Tiger Woods,
look out.
Got my own clubs.
Close the door, Frank.
Uh-oh. Someone in trouble?
I spent all night with this;
couldn't sleep.
I was just sick
to my stomach.
You missed a marker
on John Curtis's DNA profile.
No. The DNA's a match.
All 13 loci.
You got my report.
Yeah, I got it, March 3.
I signed off on it,
and you testified
to it in court.
And then I found this,
dated March 2.
The first time you
tested John Curtis's DNA
when you missed a marker.
Where did you get that?
From the printer queue
in the lab.
I assume
you destroyed the original.
Look, Jo,
I made a mistake.
It's not just a mistake, Frank.
You know
I have to alert the defense.
Oh, you do that,
this whole case could blow up.
You've given me no choice.
He was a friend of yours?
Used to be close.
Yeah.
How is it possible to
misjudge a person so?
I trusted this man.
And now
he's suspected of murder.
Yeah, and I can't wrap
my head around that.
Well...
I haven't found
any physical evidence
that directly connects Frank
to Ali Rand's murder,
but I did find this.
Irritation on the right hand
and several fingertips.
Looks like chemical burns.
I found
similarly inflamed tissue
on the inside of his nostrils.
Sent samples up to the lab.
You know, supposedly, Frank was
making GHB in the apartment.
Suggests he wasn't wearing
gloves or a respirator.
Also supports the theory
that he was helping Ali
set up John Curtis.
I'm sorry, Jo.
Yeah, me, too, Sid.
Hey, Mac, one of the patrolmen
retrieved Frank Waters'
cell phone a few feet
from where
he killed himself.
Damaged in the collision.
Were you able
to retrieve any phone
messages or e-mails?
I can do better than that.
I transferred the memory
card to my tablet.
Found a conversation between
Frank and Ali the day she died.
What are you,
a cop or something?
Yeah, I used to be, sort of.
I worked on the John Curtis
case in DC.
Ah. You did a hell of a job.
Yeah, well, so did you.
I was in court today.
If you're gonna dose yourself
with GHB, you better
figure out the right levels.
You're crazy.
Yeah, maybe.
And I'm precise.
And so is the New York
Crime Lab. Right now,
they are pulling apart
every detail of your story.
If you're lying about
anything else, they'll know.
Get away from me.
Hey! I'm right, aren't I?
You tried to frame him.
- Let go of me now.
- You know, you made it
almost impossible for anyone
else to step forward?
The scrutiny they'd face?
Just let me go.
- When was this recorded?
- About an hour before she was killed.
Why would he record
this conversation?
It's like he was
collecting evidence,
trying to prove that
Ali set Curtis up.
Well, doesn't exonerate Frank
from the murder,
but it changes our theory.
Clearly, he wasn't
involved in the setup,
but he could have followed
Ali to the park...
killed her out of anger?
Oh, it's possible.
But if Frank wasn't
involved in framing Curtis,
what was he doing
with all that surveillance,
and why was he making GHB?
So, the metal polish
and drain cleaner
we found in Frank's apartment
didn't belong to him.
We found John Curtis's fingerprints
all over those containers.
How did Frank get them?
He was following
Curtis's movements.
Took a photo of Curtis getting
rid of a large trash bag.
Hoping to establish Curtis
was making his own GHB.
Yeah, Frank was a busy man.
I sorted through all the other
surveillance photos of Curtis
and hundreds
of credit card receipts.
We got Curtis hitting six
or seven different hotels
every weekend for
the past two months.
And the credit card receipts?
All from the same hotels.
All belonging
to female customers, dating
as far back as
six months ago.
Frank figured out
what nights Curtis frequented
the hotel bars,
then collected data on the
women who were there.
He was looking
for another victim
who hadn't come forward.
He'd have to track dozens
of different women
based only on their
credit card information.
Frank was always
stubbornly determined.
And that's how he got this.
That's Curtis's car.
I found a tape lift attached
to the back of the photo,
and it had a single hair on it.
You run it for DNA yet?
Yeah, but no hit in CODIS.
Maybe there doesn't have to be.
A batting coach would tell
you to swing from the hips,
but that's a good
follow-through, though.
What do you know
about rare wood?
Not much.
I'm guessing this has
to do with the splinter
Sid removed from
Ali's head wound.
It's Pink lvory.
It's one of the three
rarest varieties on the planet.
It's grown almost entirely
in Southern Africa,
and it's the sovereign tree
of the Zulu Nation.
Should I put a BOLO out
on the Zulu royal family?
Not yet.
The traditional weapon
from Southern Africa
is called a knob kerrie.
It's a cross between a
club and a walking stick.
Similar to the
Shillelagh in Ireland.
Considered a
gentleman's weapon.
Right.
The handle is rounded,
so I thought it might have
caused the circular bruising
on Ali's temple, so
I'm testing them to see if I can
match the shape of the bruise.
Although,
it's a little conspicuous
to be walking
around New York with it.
Not if it's out of plain sight.
Detective Taylor.
Uh, come on in.
I hope
this house call means
you've got some good news
on the John Curtis case.
I'm not here
about John Curtis.
I'm here
about Ali Rand's murder.
Serena, would you
excuse us one minute?
I come here out
of respect for you
and what you've
accomplished in your life.
I was also wondering where
that umbrella of yours is.
The one you carry
in your briefcase.
Mac, this is
Senator Matthews.
What does this have to do
with that woman's murder?
Your umbrella was one of two
weapons used to kill her.
So now...
now I'm a suspect
in a... in the murder of a woman
that I-I don't even know.
Last year, you took
some high-profile trips--
Miami, Aspen,
two-week junket
in Europe.
Yeah, it's all Senate business.
According
to her financial records,
Ali was in Miami, Aspen
and Europe at the same time.
Same hotels, too.
I'm insulted at the innuendo.
How much did you pay her?
I'm a United States Senator.
How much did you pay her to
frame John Curtis for rape?
Yes, add that to my-my
list of felonies.
I'm going
to ask you to leave now.
And I'll come back
with a warrant
for you to produce
that unique umbrella.
And while you're thinking of
excuses for how it disappeared,
your face will replace
John Curtis on the news.
They won't be talking about
the DC Rapist anymore.
What would you do,
Detective?
If your daughter was violated
the way mine was.
He was gonna rape again, unless
someone took the initiative.
And so you hired Ali
to trap him.
Oh, God, I should've just
gunned him down myself.
Um....
Ali picked up Curtis
at the hotel.
Afterwards, she and I
met at her place.
Ready?
She assured me she could
handle the scrutiny
of a high-profile
investigation.
Then the case began to unravel.
'Cause she started panicking.
She'd call me every few minutes.
I told her we can't
have any contact
until the trial is concluded,
but she insisted on meeting.
And that's when you decided
she was a loose end?
The only thing
that mattered to me
was seeing John Curtis
pay his debt.
- I wanted to help you, but they
know I'm lying now.
- Hey, Ali, Ali, we are so close.
If you stop now,
Curtis is gonna
do it again.
It's not my problem.
No, hey, don't...
don't walk away
from me, damn it.
Come on.
Ali...
Ali...
I was desperate.
Detective Danville?
Yeah, she's, uh,
right over there.
Amanda Tanner?
Yeah.
Hi.
I'm Jo Danville, Detective.
I spoke to you on the phone.
Yeah.
Thank you for coming down here.
Can you tell me
what this is about?
Maybe we should
go to a room
where it's
a little more private.
Well, I have to be somewhere,
so can you just
tell me why I'm here?
We need to talk
about John Curtis.
I don't know who that is.
You were at the Rapid Lounge,
three weeks ago,
on Spring Street, right?
He...
spilled your drink, maybe
offered to buy you a new one?
We left the bar after, um,
about an hour, and, uh...
he drove me back
to my place.
Normally, I wouldn't,
I mean...
We just met, but...
I'm not here to
judge you, Amanda.
I just need to understand
what happened.
Um...
I asked him up, and, uh...
he opened
a bottle of wine,
and we were
just talking.
I started to feel...
the room started...
You blacked out?
I woke up
the next morning and...
I was naked...
and my wrists...
they were all red.
And...
and I looked in the mirror
and I saw my face.
It's okay.
How did you find me?
From a hair
in John Curtis's car.
We cross-referenced it
to hotel credit card receipts
and DMV photos,
which led us to you.
I mean, I had the sheets
and the wine and the clothes
and everything, but...
I just couldn't...
Do you still have those things--
the clothes you were
wearing, the wine glass?
Would you mind if we
went back to your place
and I got those things from you?
It's very important.
Great apartment.
Got a lot of light.
Yeah.
I'm moving, though.
I just can't stay here,
you know?
Ah.
Oh, this is great.
There's enough residue left
that might contain the GHB.
The clothes are
in my bedroom closet.
- I'll be right back.
- Okay.
Have you thought
about seeing a therapist?
Might help to talk to someone
about what happened.
Yeah, I thought
about it.
I just, I think I need
some time, you know?
I understand.
What about your parents,
have you told them?
Do they live in the city?
Amanda?
Amanda?
Get up.
Come on. Get up!
Beg me not to kill you.
Come on,
I want to hear you say it.
Never.
Attagirl.
You never did know when
to give up, did you?
You know how some experts
say that sick people...
people like me,
you know, that ultimately,
we want to be caught?
Hmm?
That the mistakes we
make are intentional.
Or that we stray
from some particular
course of action
because we like the risk?
Those experts
are morons.
I have no intention
of being caught.
This... was not intentional.
You got too close, Jo.
Can I call you Jo?
Uh-oh.
No bullets.
Come on.
Come on,
you can do it.
There you go.
You know how
most gun accidents happen
and people end up
shooting themselves?
Bang.
You got me.
You finally got me.
They always forget
the one in the chamber.
♪ ♪
♪ Looking up from underneath ♪
♪ It's fractured moonlight
on the sea ♪
♪ Reflections still look
the same to me ♪
♪ As before I went under ♪
♪ And it's peaceful
in the deep ♪
♪ Cathedral where
you cannot breathe ♪
♪ No need to pray,
no need to speak ♪
♪ Now I am under ♪
♪ And it's breaking over me ♪
♪ A thousand miles
onto the sea bed ♪
♪ Found the place
to rest my head ♪
♪ Never let me go,
never let me go ♪
♪ Never let me go,
never let me go ♪
♪ And the arms of the ocean ♪
♪ Now they're carrying me ♪
♪ And all this devotion ♪
♪ Was rushing out of me ♪
♪ And the crashes are heaven ♪
♪ For a sinner like me ♪
♪ The arms of the ocean
deliver me... ♪
New York...
John Curtis raped
another woman.
He's in New York.
The victim walked
into Flack's precinct,
he took the report, and then
he recognized Curtis as
your old DC rape case.
Who was she, the victim?
Ali.
Ali Rand.
In DC, your colleague
made a mistake
in the first round
of DNA testing
and then destroyed
the documentation,
when you knew that
John Curtis was your guy.
Serena Matthews,
the senator's daughter.
Your DNA was planted
on her underwear?
I was acquitted.
I came here to
make you a promise.
You will not walk
away this time.
You put that bitch on the stand,
your case'll fall
apart faster
than your career did in the FBI.
You don't believe
me, do you?
Please tell the court
the expected dose-related effect
on a person who's ingested
1,000 milligrams of GHB.
Death.
So either your test
is wrong, or Miss Rand is lying.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
Mr. Curtis, please stand..
Some of the testimony
we've heard here today
is cause for concern
and raises serious questions
as to the credibility
of the victim.
I have been moved
to grant defense counsel's
request for a reduced bail
down to the sum of $25,000.
This court is adjourned.
We'll see everyone back here
on the eighth of January.
Late-breaking news
today as John Curtis, the man
commonly referred to
as the "DC Rapist,"
will be released
on $25,000 bail.
This dramatic turn of events
occurred after the judge heard
surprising testimony
from the New York Crime Lab
suggesting levels of GHB
in the alleged victim's system
were inconsistent
with her statements.
There's no word yet as to
whether the Manhattan D.A.
will pursue the case further.
Jo...
what happened?
Serena, it's okay.
That girl Lindsay
who works with you...
I thought she was
on our side.
She had to tell the truth.
The truth is that Curtis
raped that girl and...
they just let him go.
Again.
All this means is that he's
been released on bail.
There's a difference.
Not to me.
We're gonna get him.
- How can you possibly say that?
- Because there are
a lot of good people
who still want to see
this guy behind bars.
What, your associate on
the stand up there? You?
I have seen
John Curtis
walk out of a courtroom,
a free man, twice.
Both times you were there.
I'm not involved in this case,
Senator, as you know.
And yet, somehow it fell apart.
Dad, let's just go.
My daughter already
paid her price.
Nothing can change that.
This is about all
the other daughters
that had to suffer since you
let Curtis go the first time.
Come on.
Senator Matthews,
I'm Jo Danville.
This is my associate.
Frank Waters,
FBI Crime Lab.
Yes, I know.
I requested you.
Can you tell us what happened?
We've been told very little.
My daughter, uh, was
attacked tonight.
She came home beaten,
half drugged.
- You take her to the hospital?
- Of course not.
There can't be any press,
no news conferences.
My daughter has got
to be protected.
That's why I avoided
the DC police.
Where's your daughter now?
Serena?
They're here.
Look what he did
to my little girl.
You know you can't
be doing that.
You shouldn't
even be within
ten feet of that evidence.
John Curtis is posting
bail as we speak.
I can't sit back and watch
this case fall apart.
The case isn't yours, Jo.
It's Lindsay's.
She'll be the one to go
back over the evidence.
And you should get
some distance.
You know John Curtis is not
just another bad guy to me.
I can't pretend this
is business as usual.
Yeah, I get that,
it's personal.
All the more reason why
you should step away.
Nobody knows this guy
better than me.
I spent 11 months in DC
on this case.
Of course it's personal.
But you know
I can help this case.
Why don't you look over the
evidence from the DC rapes.
Could be a detail
that'll help us here.
Thank you.
Danny works with you.
You don't process anything.
Nothing where your
signature shows up,
- so you can't be subpoenaed.
- Deal.
Whatever you find,
find it fast.
The only thing keeping this
case alive is Ali's statement.
You said I was gonna be safe.
But that maniac
is back out there.
Who do you think he's pissed
at right now, the crime lab?
Look, Ali, you just need
to take a breath here.
They're calling
me a liar
in the newspaper, a whore.
I told you not to
read the papers.
The D.A. is doubting
my statements now.
Well, there are inconsistencies.
So you think I'm lying, too.
The levels of GHB in your
system suggest that Curtis
gave you a lethal dose.
You should be dead.
Can you explain that?
I don't know;
I'm not a scientist.
But without the physical
evidence of you being drugged,
all we have is
your testimony.
Forget it.
I'm not doing this anymore--
I'm dropping the charges.
Let's be clear about something.
There is no dropping
these charges.
Okay? You can't
un-ring this bell.
You cannot force me to testify.
No. But the D.A. can,
and he will.
You're in this, Ali.
Okay, thanks for checking.
All right,
so this is everything
the FBI forwarded us
on the DC rape cases.
Not much here to look at.
Curtis was careful.
Used cash buying them
drinks, used condoms when
he raped them, he used hotels
so maids cleaned the sheets--
no evidence.
We only ever loosely
connected him
- to four attacks.
- Right. The senator's daughter was
the only one ever
to cooperate.
Serena, I wanted to tell you
what we're gonna do,
so there are no surprises.
I'm gonna take
some photographs,
then I'm gonna do
an examination
with what we call
a sexual assault kit,
and ask you a couple of questions.
Is that okay?
Frank, can I
get that camera?
Okay, there's
gonna be a flash.
Frank, do you mind
stepping out for a moment?
I'm sorry.
It's just I'm so embarrassed.
There's no reason to be.
If I hadn't been drinking
when this whole...
Serena, listen to me.
This is not your fault.
Not your fault.
I remember his face.
If you find him, then...
then I can identify him for you.
Good.
Good.
Jo.
Hey, Jo?
Your cell phone's ringing.
Mac, I retested
the swab from the cut
on Ali Rand's cheek,
only this time I ran an
immunochemical test.
Determining the age
of the wounds Ali sustained
- during the rape.
- Right.
I figured if we couldn't nail
John Curtis on the GHB...
We could confirm that
the beating took place
when Ali and Curtis were
together in the hotel.
Right. Unfortunately,
it proved the opposite.
John Curtis left Ali
Rand in that hotel
eight hours before
my examination.
But according to the P-selection
to E-selection ratios,
those wounds were sustained
only a couple of hours
before I took the swab.
Ali didn't just lie
about the GHB,
she lied about when
she was beaten, too.
Mac, she's lying
about everything.
Thank you.
Saw you at the
courthouse yesterday.
I saw you, too.
You looked busy--
Senator Matthews.
Yeah, like old times, huh?
Did you go to the hearing?
Didn't work out
the way I thought.
How are you, Frank?
- I'm fine.
- Yeah?
Working in the private sector--
Rothwell Laboratories.
You like it?
It's a job.
What about Sally, the boys?
They're in Indiana.
I didn't know.
Yeah, well, a lot can
happen in two years.
I'm truly sorry for what
happened to you, Frank.
By "what happened to me,"
you mean when you fired
me from the FBI?
Okay, is that why you
asked me to breakfast?
Because if you think I
regret the decision I made,
you're mistaken.
No, no, no, I didn't think
you'd change your mind.
You made a mistake
processing Curtis's DNA
and tried to cover it up.
Jo...
I-I'm not here to argue.
I have thought about this
long and hard, I really have.
When I came to the courthouse,
I wanted to speak with you,
I wanted to...
let you know I understand.
Okay, thank you.
But then I watched Curtis
get away with it again,
and all the things
I wanted to say
to make amends got
stuck in my throat.
I'm not gonna sit here and let
you blame me for what you did.
I don't, Jo.
Look, it took me a long
time to figure it out,
but I messed up and I own it.
If that's really the way
you feel, I'm glad for you.
Yeah, but what I do blame you
for is not letting it go.
Why didn't you just
ignore my mistake?
I had a responsibility, Frank.
To Serena,
to the other victims.
If you'd just put your
personal ethics to the side
one time, none of this
would be happening now.
Clearly you still
don't understand
what happened two years ago,
and there's no point
rehashing the past.
You're right, it was
a mistake calling you.
It won't happen again.
Got a homicide
in Central Park--
female, mid-20s,
apparent victim of assault.
Who called it in?
Couple from Iowa, in town to see
Spider-Man on Broadway,
after a walk in the park.
Odds were pretty good
they were going
to see a dead
body either way.
She was putting on a
pretty good show herself.
I aged the cut under
her eye from the rape.
She might have
done it to herself.
Well, she didn't do this to herself.
Wow.
This looks like a postcard--
I mean, except for the
dead body, of course,
but the rest of it,
wow, look at it.
Huh?
Total postcard.
"Wish you were here."
Shut up and
help me roll her.
Blunt-force trauma
to the head.
Caved part of
her skull in.
Multiple blows?
It's hard to say.
I don't see any spatter.
It could have been
just one shot.
It depends what
she was hit with.
This.
There's blood on it.
Oh, that'd do it.
So she was killed here.
It wasn't a dump job.
It's probably not
premeditated, right?
I mean, it'd be strange
if someone planned
to kill her with a rock.
You never know.
Perp might have
been following her.
Could have snuck up behind
her and, bang, lights out.
The result of a heated argument.
Unsatisfied customer.
What?
She's a call girl.
Don't make me sorry
I brought you out here.
If she really did
fabricate the rape story,
there's definitely one guy who
would want to confront her.
And John Curtis just
got released on bail.
We, the jury, find
the defendant, John Curtis,
not guilty of rape
in the first degree.
Mr. Curtis, having been found
not guilty of these charges,
you are free to go.
Okay.
He say anything yet?
Not about Ali Rand.
I don't get it.
Why would he agree to come in
and then not be willing to talk?
He's willing to talk,
just not to me.
He specifically
requested you.
This is Detective Jo Danville.
We're at the
12th Precinct.
In the room with me
is John Curtis.
This interview
is being recorded
- for the purpose of...
- This isn't an interview.
Excuse me?
This isn't an interview.
I asked you here.
If anything,
I'm interviewing you,
but I'd prefer
to call it a discussion.
Nevertheless, the camera
is here to record the...
To make sure I don't falsely
claim something happened?
I mean, I can
understand that.
I might leave here and go beat
the hell out of myself
and then come back and claim
police brutality.
I hope you appreciate the irony
here, you know, considering
that you were
so eager to believe--
Ali was her name?
Well, against
my better judgment
and even more so,
against my lawyer's wishes,
I did have sex with her.
But I didn't rape her.
And why would she lie
about that?
Money.
If not mine, the hotel's.
Civil suit would be
very lucrative.
Where were you last night?
Where were you last night?
I don't find this amusing.
It's not meant to be.
And I'll tell you why I ask.
Because I'd like to know
what your alibi is
for Ali's time of death.
The way I see it,
you have more motive
to kill Ali than I do.
I mean, you were so close,
you could taste it.
You had a victim who suffered
increased violence,
who had GHB in her system
and just enough memory
to remember my name.
You were so close to being
able to lay your head down
on your pillow and
forget me forever,
but your star witness
turned out to be a fraud,
so you let Ali Rand know
just how you felt about that.
Send me a copy of that,
would you?
I want to replay
the look on your face.
♪ ♪
Hey, Sid,
have you ever seen someone
punch herself in the face?
Uh, no.
Are you going to punch
yourself in the face?
Uh, let me try that again.
Have you ever had a
victim on your table
who's exhibited self-inflicted
punch wounds to the face?
Uh, well,
I've pretty much seen it all,
but no, I have not
come across anyone
who has successfully
punched herself to death.
Why?
Ali Rand.
Could the old
bruises on her face
and the cut under her eye
from the rape--
could those have
been self-inflicted?
Mm... she seems pretty tough,
but I would guess not.
It comes down
to simple physics, really.
F = M x A.
Force equals mass
times acceleration.
So you don't think she could
have generated enough force?
Not to sustain bruises
like these
or the laceration
under her eye.
Ultimately, her fist alone
doesn't contain
enough mass.
She would have to put
her entire weight
behind the punch
to do this kind of damage.
So, in your medical opinion,
somebody else punched Ali?
Yes, someone else punched her.
So she had an accomplice.
And whoever killed her,
I'm thinking he hit her
with something
that left this behind.
Adam.
Oh, check this out.
Okay, what am I looking at?
Dermal denticles.
Shark skin?
- Mm-hmm.
- This is the trace
from Ali Rand's coat?
Yeah.
Weird, right?
Unless her being a call girl
is just a front
for her real job
as a pharmaceutical rep.
I'm not following.
I wasn't either,
but I started looking
into its uses,
and there's this drug company
that has been experimenting
with protein
in shark skin, developing
these time-release
gelatin capsules.
All right, collagen is
extracted from the shark skin
and then used to coat a cluster
of individual microcapsules.
All right,
the person ingests the pill,
the outer layer is exposed
to the stomach acids.
It dissolves, releasing
the drug into the system.
And then the next
layer is exposed
and releases a second
dose of the drug.
Allowing a sustained release
of the drug over time,
by only taking one pill.
Pretty cool, huh?
Why use shark skin?
Shark skin collagen
has a higher degree of
blocking damaging UV rays.
So the pills have a
longer shelf life.
But this is before being
ground up to coat a capsule.
Did Lindsay ever mention Ali
having a connection to a
pharmaceutical company?
Rothwell Laboratories?!
Working in the private sector--
Rothwell Laboratories.
It's Frank Waters.
Frank Waters. NYPD.
Frank!
How well did you say
you knew this guy?
Frank?
I never meant for
any of this to happen.
I know Curtis is guilty.
Where are you, Frank?
If I could go back...
Just go back and undo what I did.
Why don't we talk
about it, Frank?
Let's just sit down
and talk about it.
Tell me where you are.
That son of a bitch.
I know there are more.
More what, Frank?
It's my fault.
Your intentions were good.
They were.
I know that.
All I wanted was
for him to go away
so he could never do it again.
I'm sorry, Jo.
Frank!
No, no, no!
Frank!
Just spoke to Jo.
She's heading back to the M.E.'s
office with Frank's body.
Our buddy Frankie-- he never met
a piece of paper he didn't like.
I guess they didn't teach
organization at Quantico, huh?
This isn't just sloppiness.
It's obsession.
Yeah. I mean, he's got tons
of surveillance photos
of Curtis,
he's got credit card receipts
from all the hotel bars
he went to.
Frank had a lot of time
on his hands.
Flack talked
to Frank's employer.
He's been calling in sick
two, three times a week.
Maybe he was taking
his work home with him.
This kitchen's set up
like a makeshift chem lab.
Plus we got empty containers
of metal polish, drain cleaner
and camp fuel.
All of which can be
used to make GHB.
You think Frank
was working with Ali
to set up Curtis for rape?
He wanted Curtis to pay after
making that mistake in DC.
Tracked him
all over New York.
And then what?
He hires Ali to proposition
Curtis in public?
Sure.
Whips up the GHB
right here in the kitchen.
Ali could have come here
before going to the precinct.
He doses her,
then beats her to
make it look right,
and sends her off to the
precinct to make a complaint.
Something doesn't make sense.
I mean, Frank worked
at the FBI crime lab for years.
So how did he get
the GHB levels so wrong?
Ali could have accidentally
taken a wrong amount.
I mean, there are
a number of things
that could have gone sideways.
And when they did, Frank got
worried Ali would give him up.
So, he confronts her
at the park.
What did you tell them?
Nothing. I'm done with this.
And made sure she'd stay quiet.
Tiger Woods,
look out.
Got my own clubs.
Close the door, Frank.
Uh-oh. Someone in trouble?
I spent all night with this;
couldn't sleep.
I was just sick
to my stomach.
You missed a marker
on John Curtis's DNA profile.
No. The DNA's a match.
All 13 loci.
You got my report.
Yeah, I got it, March 3.
I signed off on it,
and you testified
to it in court.
And then I found this,
dated March 2.
The first time you
tested John Curtis's DNA
when you missed a marker.
Where did you get that?
From the printer queue
in the lab.
I assume
you destroyed the original.
Look, Jo,
I made a mistake.
It's not just a mistake, Frank.
You know
I have to alert the defense.
Oh, you do that,
this whole case could blow up.
You've given me no choice.
He was a friend of yours?
Used to be close.
Yeah.
How is it possible to
misjudge a person so?
I trusted this man.
And now
he's suspected of murder.
Yeah, and I can't wrap
my head around that.
Well...
I haven't found
any physical evidence
that directly connects Frank
to Ali Rand's murder,
but I did find this.
Irritation on the right hand
and several fingertips.
Looks like chemical burns.
I found
similarly inflamed tissue
on the inside of his nostrils.
Sent samples up to the lab.
You know, supposedly, Frank was
making GHB in the apartment.
Suggests he wasn't wearing
gloves or a respirator.
Also supports the theory
that he was helping Ali
set up John Curtis.
I'm sorry, Jo.
Yeah, me, too, Sid.
Hey, Mac, one of the patrolmen
retrieved Frank Waters'
cell phone a few feet
from where
he killed himself.
Damaged in the collision.
Were you able
to retrieve any phone
messages or e-mails?
I can do better than that.
I transferred the memory
card to my tablet.
Found a conversation between
Frank and Ali the day she died.
What are you,
a cop or something?
Yeah, I used to be, sort of.
I worked on the John Curtis
case in DC.
Ah. You did a hell of a job.
Yeah, well, so did you.
I was in court today.
If you're gonna dose yourself
with GHB, you better
figure out the right levels.
You're crazy.
Yeah, maybe.
And I'm precise.
And so is the New York
Crime Lab. Right now,
they are pulling apart
every detail of your story.
If you're lying about
anything else, they'll know.
Get away from me.
Hey! I'm right, aren't I?
You tried to frame him.
- Let go of me now.
- You know, you made it
almost impossible for anyone
else to step forward?
The scrutiny they'd face?
Just let me go.
- When was this recorded?
- About an hour before she was killed.
Why would he record
this conversation?
It's like he was
collecting evidence,
trying to prove that
Ali set Curtis up.
Well, doesn't exonerate Frank
from the murder,
but it changes our theory.
Clearly, he wasn't
involved in the setup,
but he could have followed
Ali to the park...
killed her out of anger?
Oh, it's possible.
But if Frank wasn't
involved in framing Curtis,
what was he doing
with all that surveillance,
and why was he making GHB?
So, the metal polish
and drain cleaner
we found in Frank's apartment
didn't belong to him.
We found John Curtis's fingerprints
all over those containers.
How did Frank get them?
He was following
Curtis's movements.
Took a photo of Curtis getting
rid of a large trash bag.
Hoping to establish Curtis
was making his own GHB.
Yeah, Frank was a busy man.
I sorted through all the other
surveillance photos of Curtis
and hundreds
of credit card receipts.
We got Curtis hitting six
or seven different hotels
every weekend for
the past two months.
And the credit card receipts?
All from the same hotels.
All belonging
to female customers, dating
as far back as
six months ago.
Frank figured out
what nights Curtis frequented
the hotel bars,
then collected data on the
women who were there.
He was looking
for another victim
who hadn't come forward.
He'd have to track dozens
of different women
based only on their
credit card information.
Frank was always
stubbornly determined.
And that's how he got this.
That's Curtis's car.
I found a tape lift attached
to the back of the photo,
and it had a single hair on it.
You run it for DNA yet?
Yeah, but no hit in CODIS.
Maybe there doesn't have to be.
A batting coach would tell
you to swing from the hips,
but that's a good
follow-through, though.
What do you know
about rare wood?
Not much.
I'm guessing this has
to do with the splinter
Sid removed from
Ali's head wound.
It's Pink lvory.
It's one of the three
rarest varieties on the planet.
It's grown almost entirely
in Southern Africa,
and it's the sovereign tree
of the Zulu Nation.
Should I put a BOLO out
on the Zulu royal family?
Not yet.
The traditional weapon
from Southern Africa
is called a knob kerrie.
It's a cross between a
club and a walking stick.
Similar to the
Shillelagh in Ireland.
Considered a
gentleman's weapon.
Right.
The handle is rounded,
so I thought it might have
caused the circular bruising
on Ali's temple, so
I'm testing them to see if I can
match the shape of the bruise.
Although,
it's a little conspicuous
to be walking
around New York with it.
Not if it's out of plain sight.
Detective Taylor.
Uh, come on in.
I hope
this house call means
you've got some good news
on the John Curtis case.
I'm not here
about John Curtis.
I'm here
about Ali Rand's murder.
Serena, would you
excuse us one minute?
I come here out
of respect for you
and what you've
accomplished in your life.
I was also wondering where
that umbrella of yours is.
The one you carry
in your briefcase.
Mac, this is
Senator Matthews.
What does this have to do
with that woman's murder?
Your umbrella was one of two
weapons used to kill her.
So now...
now I'm a suspect
in a... in the murder of a woman
that I-I don't even know.
Last year, you took
some high-profile trips--
Miami, Aspen,
two-week junket
in Europe.
Yeah, it's all Senate business.
According
to her financial records,
Ali was in Miami, Aspen
and Europe at the same time.
Same hotels, too.
I'm insulted at the innuendo.
How much did you pay her?
I'm a United States Senator.
How much did you pay her to
frame John Curtis for rape?
Yes, add that to my-my
list of felonies.
I'm going
to ask you to leave now.
And I'll come back
with a warrant
for you to produce
that unique umbrella.
And while you're thinking of
excuses for how it disappeared,
your face will replace
John Curtis on the news.
They won't be talking about
the DC Rapist anymore.
What would you do,
Detective?
If your daughter was violated
the way mine was.
He was gonna rape again, unless
someone took the initiative.
And so you hired Ali
to trap him.
Oh, God, I should've just
gunned him down myself.
Um....
Ali picked up Curtis
at the hotel.
Afterwards, she and I
met at her place.
Ready?
She assured me she could
handle the scrutiny
of a high-profile
investigation.
Then the case began to unravel.
'Cause she started panicking.
She'd call me every few minutes.
I told her we can't
have any contact
until the trial is concluded,
but she insisted on meeting.
And that's when you decided
she was a loose end?
The only thing
that mattered to me
was seeing John Curtis
pay his debt.
- I wanted to help you, but they
know I'm lying now.
- Hey, Ali, Ali, we are so close.
If you stop now,
Curtis is gonna
do it again.
It's not my problem.
No, hey, don't...
don't walk away
from me, damn it.
Come on.
Ali...
Ali...
I was desperate.
Detective Danville?
Yeah, she's, uh,
right over there.
Amanda Tanner?
Yeah.
Hi.
I'm Jo Danville, Detective.
I spoke to you on the phone.
Yeah.
Thank you for coming down here.
Can you tell me
what this is about?
Maybe we should
go to a room
where it's
a little more private.
Well, I have to be somewhere,
so can you just
tell me why I'm here?
We need to talk
about John Curtis.
I don't know who that is.
You were at the Rapid Lounge,
three weeks ago,
on Spring Street, right?
He...
spilled your drink, maybe
offered to buy you a new one?
We left the bar after, um,
about an hour, and, uh...
he drove me back
to my place.
Normally, I wouldn't,
I mean...
We just met, but...
I'm not here to
judge you, Amanda.
I just need to understand
what happened.
Um...
I asked him up, and, uh...
he opened
a bottle of wine,
and we were
just talking.
I started to feel...
the room started...
You blacked out?
I woke up
the next morning and...
I was naked...
and my wrists...
they were all red.
And...
and I looked in the mirror
and I saw my face.
It's okay.
How did you find me?
From a hair
in John Curtis's car.
We cross-referenced it
to hotel credit card receipts
and DMV photos,
which led us to you.
I mean, I had the sheets
and the wine and the clothes
and everything, but...
I just couldn't...
Do you still have those things--
the clothes you were
wearing, the wine glass?
Would you mind if we
went back to your place
and I got those things from you?
It's very important.
Great apartment.
Got a lot of light.
Yeah.
I'm moving, though.
I just can't stay here,
you know?
Ah.
Oh, this is great.
There's enough residue left
that might contain the GHB.
The clothes are
in my bedroom closet.
- I'll be right back.
- Okay.
Have you thought
about seeing a therapist?
Might help to talk to someone
about what happened.
Yeah, I thought
about it.
I just, I think I need
some time, you know?
I understand.
What about your parents,
have you told them?
Do they live in the city?
Amanda?
Amanda?
Get up.
Come on. Get up!
Beg me not to kill you.
Come on,
I want to hear you say it.
Never.
Attagirl.
You never did know when
to give up, did you?
You know how some experts
say that sick people...
people like me,
you know, that ultimately,
we want to be caught?
Hmm?
That the mistakes we
make are intentional.
Or that we stray
from some particular
course of action
because we like the risk?
Those experts
are morons.
I have no intention
of being caught.
This... was not intentional.
You got too close, Jo.
Can I call you Jo?
Uh-oh.
No bullets.
Come on.
Come on,
you can do it.
There you go.
You know how
most gun accidents happen
and people end up
shooting themselves?
Bang.
You got me.
You finally got me.
They always forget
the one in the chamber.
♪ ♪
♪ Looking up from underneath ♪
♪ It's fractured moonlight
on the sea ♪
♪ Reflections still look
the same to me ♪
♪ As before I went under ♪
♪ And it's peaceful
in the deep ♪
♪ Cathedral where
you cannot breathe ♪
♪ No need to pray,
no need to speak ♪
♪ Now I am under ♪
♪ And it's breaking over me ♪
♪ A thousand miles
onto the sea bed ♪
♪ Found the place
to rest my head ♪
♪ Never let me go,
never let me go ♪
♪ Never let me go,
never let me go ♪
♪ And the arms of the ocean ♪
♪ Now they're carrying me ♪
♪ And all this devotion ♪
♪ Was rushing out of me ♪
♪ And the crashes are heaven ♪
♪ For a sinner like me ♪
♪ The arms of the ocean
deliver me... ♪