Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 16, Episode 20 - Daydream Believer - full transcript

Perp torched the joint.

There's just too many
similarities

to a case that I worked
10 years back.

I'm on the next plane
to Chicago.

Witnesses were consistent.

They all saw a man
in medical clothing.

What brings you to Chicago,
Mr. Yates?

My job as a physician,

there's always a spot to fill.

(Lindsay)
He's playing a game,
and we'll get him.

Chicago PD!



He was just here.

Hello.

(male narrator)
In the criminal justice system,

sexually-based offenses are
considered especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate
these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as
the special victims unit.

These are their stories.

[dramatic clang]

That son of a bitch is
toying with us.

Well, he knew we were
tracking his phone.

He left it in the basement next
to a lighter and nail polish.

Hey.
Fin, Ruzek, and Amaro are still



He couldn't have gone far.
We have alerts on his car,

his I-Pass, his credit cards--

Look, everybody is in on this.

Have Nadia set up
a civilian hotline.

Where is she?
Where's Nadia?

She had to run an errand.

She borrowed your car.

An errand?

She went to pick up
your birthday cake.

It was supposed
to be a surprise.

Straight to voicemail.

[man singing with radio]
♪ The good times start now

- ♪ Without dollar one...
- [woman mumbling]

♪ But how much, baby,
do I really need ♪

- [humming]
[volume increases]

♪ Cheer up, sleepy Jean

- ♪ Oh, what can it mean
- [muffed screams]

♪ To a daydream believer

♪ And a...

[Muzak plays in background]

♪

Oh, let me give you a hand
with that.

It looks like you
got your arms full already.

You're a peach.

[chuckles]

Look at you!

[giggles]

Pick Your Poison.

Come again?

That's what it's called.

All the polishes
have silly names.

- She'll love it.
- Mm-hmm.

Evening.
Is that your car?

Is there a problem?

Yeah, there's something
moving around in the back.

Oh, good, she's still alive.

Don't you just hate it
when you kidnap a girl,

and she won't stop
kicking the back of your seat?

It's my dog, man.

- Oh.
[both laughing]

Yeah, my dog hates it
when I lock her in the car too.

- You have a good evening now.
- All right, cheers.

[muffled whimpers]

I said lie still

or I will knock
you clear out, got it?

[coughing]

Is that a yes?

They're gonna find you.

Please let me go.

Now? Come on.

We are on our honeymoon.

This is paradise compared
to what's coming.

Nadia, you ever
seen New York?

It is the epicenter
of the world.

We are gonna have a field day,
the two of us.

Please, I--I won't tell them
that it was you.

You missed your chance.

See, a nice trucker,
he heard you kicking.

In fact, oh, look at that,

he's still outside.

If you'd only been
just a little bit louder.

Help! Please!
Somebody help me! Please!

[laughing]
It's too late for that now.

Hey, we've got a long drive
ahead of us.

Why don't you start by telling
me something about yourself?

[music plays loudly]
Please...help me!

Somebody help me!

[Daydream Believer
continues playing]

All right,
tell me you got something.

We found Yates' car parked
across from the district.

CSU's tearing it apart,
and there was...

What?

A smashed birthday cake
on the ground.

No other sign of Nadia.

Okay, he snatched her
right off the street.

- There's got to be witnesses.
- Patrol's still canvassing.

Also checking on traffic
and security cams.

This is not on you.

She went to get
my birthday cake.

She went outside
because of me.

We don't know anything
for sure.

We know she didn't just
take off, Jay.

She's in trouble.
We've got to find her.

[phone buzzes]
Here we go.

All right, let's just
not panic until we know.

Hey, we know.

He has her.

Thanks.
Guys,

we may have a hit
on Lindsay's plates.

East Side headed
towards Calumet Park.

- Did they stop the car?
- Lost it in traffic.

Reported a man driving
and a woman in the front seat.

Come on, let's go.

[sirens]

[police radio chatter]

Get out of the car,
Yates.

Hands up!

- Suspect's emerging.
- Nice and slow, buddy.

Nice and slow.

(man)
What the hell?

Hey, hey, don't shoot.

- Get down.
- It's okay--just get down.

- Don't shoot!
- It's okay.

The son of a bitch
switched the plates.

- Got a mom and two kids.
- Otherwise the vehicle's clear.

Sir, where are you
coming from?

Uh...Pennsylvania.

My mother-in-law's.

Okay, when was the last time
you stopped?

A rest stop in Indiana
for dinner.

Outside Elkhart.

Oh, my God.

[dramatic music]

♪

Fin and Amaro filled me in.
He's still driving

- Lindsay's car?
- We think so.

He's smart.
Taking back roads.

Avoiding tolls.

(Voight)
Nadia's cell goes dead
around 5:00 in Chicago.

Two hours later, he
swapped plates at a gas station

near Elkhart, Indiana.

And you think
that he's headed here?

Well, the second switch

is at a parking lot just east
of Reynoldsville, Pennsylvania.

And New York
is his old stomping ground.

(Voight)
He used to be somebody
when he was there.

Yeah, so he could be here
by early morning.

- You put out alerts?
- Yeah, his photo, hers too.

Flagged both their credit cards.

Also checking for stolen cards
along the way.

Okay, as soon as you can
confirm his new license plate,

we'll broadcast it.

Your guys, Lindsay, and I
are on the next flight out.

Hopefully we get there
before he does.

Look, Olivia,
just something else...

Nadia...

She's a good kid.

So I've heard.

And we know what
he's doing to her.

Don't go there.

That never helps.

Yeah, I know.

[drill whirrs]

We made pretty good time.

Looks like we'll get there
about dawn.

You ever see the sun rise
over the East River?

Nod your head. Yes? No?

Let me go.

Oh, all the girls say that.

"Please don't kill me.

I'll do whatever you want."

Pretty soon

you'll beg for your life.

And a little secret:

towards the end...
you'll cry for your mama.

Not me.

Oh, you will.

You know what's
gonna happen to you?

[laughs]

You're a funny girl.

If you kill me, Hank Voight
is gonna track you down

and make you wish
you'd never been born.

Enough small talk for now.

[muffled grunt]

Okay, Chicago PD's flight
finally landed at LaGuardia.

- What can I tell Voight?
- We got a hit

from a stolen credit card
used to buy gas,

an ice pick,
and a shovel.

It was off of route 78
near Plainfield, New Jersey.

They're getting close.
We've got local police

getting an ID
from the clerk now.

There's no hits
on the last known plates,

so he might have
switched them again.

Still, he's got to take
a tunnel or a bridge

to get into Manhattan.

He's driving the most
common car on the road.

So what, are we gonna
stop every silver Camry?

We're gonna stop every one
driven by a male, white,

that fits Yates' description
and check every known location

that Yates frequented
when he lived here.

Hey, Sergeant, we may have
a hit on Lindsay's car.

It's south
of the Broadway Bridge.

Let's go.

(Voight)
All right, what have we got?

We just got here.

(Rollins)
The sanitation truck
spotted it.

I mean,
it's not exactly public parking.

(Lindsay)
It's mine.

(Amaro)
Locked.

Nothing. No body.

I gave her
that scarf.

She left it for us
to find.

So she could still be alive.

Okay, there's no way
he walked out of here, okay?

We're gonna get more units,
canines, cadets,

check to see if there's
any reports of stolen vehicles.

We're gonna get him.

Yep.

Yeah, I'm there.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Need help with that?

Oh, thank you.

Sure.

(woman)
Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

[police radio chatter]

One DOA, a slender brunette
with long hair.

- Is the other one Nadia?
- No.

It was a flight attendant
sharing an apartment.

Brutally beaten.
He left behind a sap.

Cracked their skulls.
Both sexually assaulted.

- She's a witness?
- Not to the crime.

The perp helped her
with her bags

as he left the courtyard.

- Time?
- About half an hour ago.

Her apartment's
across from the girls.

The door was ajar.
She called it in.

- Do you mind if I help?
- Of course.

Listen, CSU's upstairs.

Yeah.
I need to see for myself.

(woman)
This is a nightmare.

They were so young.

Ma'am, you said that the man
you saw

was white in his 40s.

Any of these guys?

Him, maybe, or...him.

Did you see which way
he went?

Was he on foot?
Did he get into a car?

I just remember
he had the nicest smile.

Okay,
thank you, ma'am.

If he did this to these two,
where the hell is Nadia?

- Did she ID him?
(Carisi) Sort of.

- Not much else though.
(Rollins) Okay, it's 30 minutes.

He could have hopped
on the subway.

He could have stolen
another car.

Or there's a reason
that he's in this neighborhood.

Find out if there's anything
from his past

that ties him to Elmhurst.

I'm gonna kill this animal.

Okay, any sign
of forced entry?

So he charmed his way in.
That's his MO.

Yes and no.
Leaving the door open,

the bodies in situ,
the weapon--

- Your point?
- He's decompensating.

He's getting sloppy or he knows
we're closing in on him,

- and this is his final spree.
- Hey, Sarge,

Yates got a parking ticket back
in 2004, three blocks from here.

Fin and Amaro
are on the way.

Okay, flood the zone.

(Fin)
Unis canvassed the block.

Neighbors saw a male, white,
Yates' age and height,

follow a woman into this house.

Hit it.

NYPD!

Everybody down.

You can't just come in here
like that.

- What's going on?
- Where is she?

She? Who?
What is this about?

- Ma'am--ma'am!
- Where's Nadia?

I don't know.

Sergeant, back off,
we got him.

Back off.
Turn around.

- Ma'am, are you all right?
- I'm fine.

We're having lunch.
What is this?

- You know this guy?
- Greg?

He's my fiancé.

Come on.

- Hey.
- You got him?

- Where is he?
- He's in with Rollins.

He still hasn't told us
where Nadia is?

Nope. We could use a bad cop
in there.

I don't know what
happened to Nadia.

You don't know?
You kidnapped her.

Kidnapped?
No, she offered me a ride.

Have you really not heard
from her?

No wonder
you're so worried.

Cut the crap.
Where is she?

Dr. Yates,

tell me how you and Nadia...

Hooked up?

Well, I was a bit on edge.

I knew the Chicago cops
were after me.

I thought
I should visit the station,

maybe clear the air,

but I met Nadia there and she
thought that was a bad idea.

Mm-hmm, and she, uh,
she offered you a ride?

Yes, she said
she needed to get out of town,

but she didn't want
to drive alone.

I don't know,
I just went with it.

From what I know about you,
you don't really act on impulse.

As a surgeon, right,
you can't.

You have to be methodical,
thoughtful.

Is this an interrogation
or a date?

- She's getting him to talk.
- He's jerking her around.

Give her some time.

He's been getting away
with this for 20 years.

And he's not gonna cave.
The girlfriend.

Greg and I have been involved
on and off for 19 years.

We met while he
was at medical school.

(Amaro) Right, at Duke.
- Yes, I was a freshman.

We moved
to New York together.

That's a long time.

When did you two
get engaged?

Just today, actually.

He never wanted to commit.
He's a bit of a rolling stone,

but that kind of worked
for me too.

(Lindsay)
Did you ever live together?

No, I guess we
both needed our space.

Did you ever wonder
why he needed his space?

He's a doctor.
He's busy with his practice.

He needs to unwind.

He likes to take hikes.
He rides his bike.

- He goes rock climbing.
- Susie...

Greg Yates
is not who you think he is.

Look, these girls
went missing at Duke,

in New York,

New Orleans, Chicago.

Girls who were raped,

bludgeoned,

burned.

All while Greg was living
in those cities.

Nadia looked at me
like a father figure.

She said she couldn't deal
with the responsibility

of being everyone's
good girl,

that she needed
to spread her wings.

Dr. Yates, you were
the last one with her.

You knew her mindset.

What do you think
happened to her?

A pretty girl like that
looking to party in New York?

I mean,
it kind of depends on

who she fell in with,
doesn't it?

I mean, where...

do you think
this person would take her?

Oh, um...

well, he would probably
take her to a remote location

where he could do
whatever he wanted to her.

And after that?

Maybe he would take her body
to a special place.

A sacred place.

A place where
he could visit her

every once in a while.

Maybe...

defile her again,
you know.

I can't imagine what you're
going through right now.

It must be horrible thinking
about Nadia's last moments,

how she must have suffered.

Your lives must be a living hell

wondering if you're ever even
going to find the body.

I'm going in.

Just let Amanda do her job.

No, no,
that is just not possible.

This is where he was
right before

he came to your apartment.
Look at it.

He bludgeoned this girl
to death,

and that one's brain damaged.

- You're lying to me.
- Am I?

Susie, why do you think
I'm here?

He kidnapped a girl in Chicago,
and we tracked him here.

No.

Nadia.
He has her.

She's my friend.

On the drive here,

he bought an ice pick

and a shovel at a rest stop
with a stolen credit card.

- Here.
- We found this in his car

along with
her blood and his DNA.

Now I know you're lying.
He was at the beach.

A special place he likes to go.
He told me so.

He had sand in his shoes.
That's why I asked him about it.

He said he had gone there
to mediate.

He decided he was going
to ask me to marry him

while sitting on that beach.

What beach, Susie?

[police radio chatter]

Susie said Yates sometimes
took her to the main beach

in the summers.

There's no bodies out here.
Too public.

You're right, this place
is mobbed in the summer.

Yates did speculate
that the killer

liked to come back and visit.

Maybe they're both
playing us.

Someplace sacred.

Search the woods.

- Hey.
- Was it her?

No, some old bones, a skull.

(Rollins)
We got thigh bones,
pelvic bones, a hand--

- All complete decomp.
- They've been there for years.

My God.

(Halstead)
Hey, Sarge.

We got her.

I'm sorry.

No...

Cover her up.

- Nadia Decotis.
- Yeah.

She's the one
you worked with?

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.

She was raped and tortured
and killed

in a car that Yates
dumped in Upper Manhattan.

He must have
stolen another car

to transport her
to his burial ground.

Burial ground?
How many others?

Seven remains so far--they're
working through the night.

- They're still digging.
- The bodies have been there

for years.
It's down to skulls and bones.

We're looking at
dental records.

Two hits so far.

- to any of them?
- No. Yates usually

chooses his victims
at random, okay?

He either burned the bodies
or he buried them.

He never left evidence.

Not even with the two vics
in Queens?

There's no blood from them
on his clothes or on his body.

He must have changed
his clothes, washed himself.

None of his DNA
is in their apartment.

Can the vic
who survived ID him?

Brain damage.

I got a State's Attorney
standing by in Chicago.

We can try Yates
for his last two victims there.

You mean the one he burned,
along with any evidence?

Or the one
who apparently died

while Yates
was walking in the park

with one of your detectives,

along with your whole squad
there to alibi him.

Hold on, Barba.
This might be something.

Nadia Decotis was not random.

This was a screw you
to Chicago PD.

Do we even have any evidence

that puts Yates
in the car with her?

Yes.
We have forensics,

and we have footage
of him driving.

Not to mention he admits it.

She's our best case,
Nadia Decotis.

Nadia Decotis would be
horrified to find me on trial

for her murder.

She was someone
I grew close to.

In light of the serious charges
I'm facing,

I've decided
it's in my best interest

to represent myself.

Dr. Yates, are you sure?

You are entitled
to competent counsel,

and Ms. Crane
is an experienced attorney.

She is,
but with all due respect,

it's my life at stake,
not hers.

Very well.
Trial will proceed

with Ms. Crane
staying on as co-counsel.

As those autopsy
and crime scene photos show,

Nadia Decotis had been struck
repeatedly by a heavy object

in the head and chest,

suffering
traumatic wounds pre-mortem.

She was then strangled.

There are also ligature marks
on her wrist and ankles

indicating she had been bound.

Were there any signs
of sexual assault?

Wounds and tears to her vagina
and rectum

indicating violent
penetration.

I see, thank you.

Doctor, forgive me,
I am new at this.

But those wounds
of the vagina and rectum,

are those the kinds of things

you might see in the body
of an active prostitute?

- To some extent, but not--
- To some extent.

Nothing further.

(Lindsay)
Nadia loved her job.

She had really turned
her life around.

She was studying criminology
to become a police officer.

- That was her dream.
- Her dream.

Did she ever tell you
she wanted to throw it away

- and move to New York?
- Absolutely not.

When she disappeared, I knew
something had happened to her.

Objection. What the witness
thinks she knows

can't be evidence, can it?

Sustained.

Detective Lindsay, when did
you next see Ms. Decotis?

When we found her body
in a shallow grave.

So something
had happened to her.

I'm very sorry.

Detective Lindsay,
did you meet Ms. Decotis

through friends,
at a party,

a police benefit
for widows and orphans--

- Your Honor--
- Ask your question, Dr. Yates.

Well,
how did you meet Ms. Decotis?

I arrested her.

For what?

She was working
as an escort.

As a prostitute.

Was she on drugs?

She was addicted to heroin
when I arrested her.

She really struggled for a time,
but when she was ready,

she called me,
and I brought her to rehab.

She had been clean
and sober ever since.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

We became roommates.

I saw her every day
for a year.

You sound very committed
to her recovery.

I can see how
you'd hate to think

that your little rescue
project failed.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

- You're done, Dr. Yates.
- Okeydoke.

I tried my best,
but he just made her sound--

Erin, it's not on you.

You just gonna let him get away
with smearing Nadia like that?

There's a limit
to how far he can go.

When he exceeds it,
I'll object.

- You'll object?
- Is there a problem?

There shouldn't be.

He's a murderer
and a rapist.

We all know that,
but no offense

to your legal acumen, the jury
isn't privy to what we know.

They all see
the same charming man

whose smile lured dozens
of women to their deaths.

Liv, we need to prep.
This is going to be hard on you.

I'm fine, we went over it.
Just give me a second, okay?

Hey, maybe you don't want
to be in there.

Yeah, I do.

A forensic exam found DNA
from Ms. Decotis

and from the defendant
in Detective Lindsay's car.

There was also blood
from Ms. Decotis.

When you questioned
the defendant about that car,

- what did he say?
- He claimed that Ms. Decotis

invited him to drive
with her here from Chicago.

Did he offer
any explanation

for the presence of her blood
in her car?

No, he did not.

He did, however, say he was sure
that she must have suffered.

No doubt.

Thank you, Sergeant Benson.

You don't like me,
do you, Sergeant?

- Objection. Relevance.
- Sustained.

Dr. Yates, confine
your questions to the case.

Okay, the case.

Sergeant Benson,
you recently went to Chicago

to investigate another rape,
murder, and arson, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

A murder similar to a case
of yours from a dozen years ago

- in New York?
- That's correct.

And you were looking
for one suspect

in both of these murders.

Yes.
You were that suspect.

You say that today, Sergeant,

but before I was arrested,

you had another suspect
in mind, didn't you?

I was consulting
with Chicago PD.

We were pursuing
many leads.

Oh, I see, and...
from your investigative notes,

was one of these leads
a Dr. Will Halstead?

His name did come up.

Really? Well, why did SVU
speak with him?

Because he knew another woman
who had gone missing.

And did you suspect
that the murderer

you were looking for
was involved in that case?

Yes.

And then, Dr. Halstead
shows up in Chicago

He even works in the same
hospital as the Chicago victim.

Yes, that's why I went
and spoke with Dr. Halstead.

He was ruled out by
an alibi.

I see, and that alibi
was confirmed, not by you,

but by the Intelligence Unit
of the Chicago police,

isn't that right?

Yes.

A unit of the Chicago police

that includes
Detective Jay Halstead,

who just happens to be the
brother of Dr. Will Halstead.

Yes.

The suspect's brother
conveniently cleared

your prime suspect,

and you let him go
on his merry way

while looking for someone else
to charge with murder.

Dr. Halstead was cleared
because he didn't do it.

Interesting.

Did you ask him
where he was

at the time
Nadia Decotis went missing?

No, we did not.

I guess you didn't
want to know.

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

No more questions.

My brother was in Chicago
that day.

We could find
a dozen witnesses.

Then the trial becomes about
your brother and not Yates.

- He's smart.
- He's scum.

He knows what
he's doing.

He gets off on torture,
even in court.

I ran into Nadia
outside the police station.

She warned me
about the Chicago PD.

She said they were looking
for a patsy.

And that's when you decided
to drive to New York

with Ms. Decotis?

No, I made that decision

when she told me
what they were doing to her.

Which was what?

Her boss there,
Sergeant Voight,

was making her
have sex with him.

Objection, hearsay.

It's key to my defense,
your Honor.

I wasn't kidnapping her.
I was trying to help her escape.

If it goes to your state
of mind, I'll allow it.

Your testimony can only reflect
what you saw or experienced.

Why did you get in the car
with Nadia Decotis, Dr. Yates?

I believed Sergeant Voight
was raping her.

She wanted to get away,
I helped her drive.

She was distraught at the abuse
that she had suffered.

She wanted to get high.
I tried to talk her out of it.

- Did you succeed?
- Oh, I wish.

But as soon
as we got to New York,

she said that she was going
to get a fix.

- Objection. Hearsay.
- Sustained.

What was your last impression
of Nadia Decotis

based on what you witnessed?

She had a look in her eyes...

a look that I recognized
from my medical practice.

She was jonesing.

I...I was afraid that
she would prostitute herself

to get the money to buy heroin.

After all,
that is the life she knew.

She got out of the car.

I never saw her again.

Thank you, sir.

So, Nadia Decotis told you
she decided to flee Chicago?

- That's right.
- Did she happen to tell you

why she decided
to go at that very moment,

leaving behind $2,000
in a savings account,

all her clothes
and other belongings,

the new friends she'd made,
the Narcotics Anonymous group

she'd been attending
faithfully?

She was desperate to get out.

- She didn't have her own car.
- That's not the question.

She was supposed to go
to a birthday party but she--

- Your Honor.
- Jury will disregard.

Dr. Yates,
limit your testimony

to answering only
the questions you are asked.

Did Ms. Decotis know that CPD
considered you its main suspect

in a series
of brutal rape/murders?

Yes, but she also knew--

She knew her entire squad
was looking for you,

and yet she asked you,
of all people,

to drive halfway
across the country with her?

Actually, withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Redirect, your Honor.

I'll allow.

Dr. Yates, do you have
anything more to add?

Yes. My impression of
Nadia Decotis' emotional state

when I got in the car with her

was that she was
under Sergeant Voight's command.

She was traumatized
by him tying her up--

Thank you, Doctor.
Nothing further.

And brutally forcing himself
inside of her, again and again.

Nothing further.

Thank you, Doctor.

Counselor, good job.

- Did you see what we saw?
- The real Greg Yates?

I just hope
the jury saw it.

They haven't yet.
They will.

Dr. Warner,
I just have a few more questions

about Ms. Decotis' injuries.

Your Honor, we've already
heard from this M.E.

The defendant alleged
the victim was a prostitute.

I'm entitled to refute.

Yes, you are.
Proceed.

Um...

Did you find evidence
in Ms. Decotis' body

of multiple sexual partners?

No, there was no DNA,

and the condom lubricant
I found in her vagina and rectum

was the same brand.

So she was assaulted
in both places by the same man.

It's likely.

Judging
from the healing process,

both penetrations occurred
around the same time.

Did you make a full catalogue
of Ms. Decotis' injuries

as shown
in these autopsy photos?

Yes.
It was quite extensive.

Thank you, Doctor.

Cross-examine?

- No.
- Yes.

Which is it?

Uh, yes, your Honor, I, uh...
[clears throat]

I do have a few questions.

May I examine
those photos?

Absolutely.

Dr. Yates,
your questions?

Yes...yes.

Uh, Doctor,

could Ms. Decotis' injuries

have been caused
by her prostitution?

It's unlikely.

She was savaged.

Savaged, you say.
How so?

In addition to the blunt
trauma and strangulation,

there were cuts on her nipples
and external genitalia.

And her anal sphincter,
was--was that torn?

Yes, it was.

And these injuries,
though not fatal,

they would have been painful?

Very.

She died a slow death.

How long did she survive
after the first attack started?

30 minutes, maybe longer.

And she would have been
in agony all through it?

Mr. Barba,
not to put words in your mouth,

but I'm willing to entertain
an objection if you have one.

I'm fine, your Honor.

Doctor, was she in
a lot of pain?

Yes.
I'm sure she was.

Were there signs of struggle?

Yes.

The skin was torn
around the ligature marks.

What goes through a victim's
head in their final moments?

Your Honor, may I please
speak with my client?

- No, I'm not done here.
- A short recess.

Sit down.

Back to Nadia.
Would the terror,

the fear, have flooded her
with adrenaline?

I can't answer that.

[small laugh, exhales]

Would she have awareness

of what was going on?

Would she understand

that these were
the final moments

of her life?
[laughs]

Come on, Doctor.
We are both medical people.

Use your knowledge!

Or...

Or don't.

Members of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the charge of rape and sodomy
in the first degree,

we find the defendant,
Gregory Yates,

guilty.
[courtroom murmurs]

On the charge of murder
in the first degree,

we find the defendant guilty.

[courtroom murmuring]

Dr. Yates, you will remain
in custody pending sentencing.

Members of the jury,

the State of New York
thanks you for your service.

Court is adjourned.

[taps gavel]

Nadia was family.
We'll miss her.

To Nadia.

- To Nadia.
- To Nadia.

Didn't see me coming,
did you?

That's because you dropped
your guard for a second.

I could end this right now,
just...

snap your neck.

Strangle you.

You know better than anyone
how quickly this can end.

You know what I figure?

[coughing]

What's the hurry?

I want you to feel
what you made others feel.

The pain.

The fear.

Looking over your shoulder
when you eat,

take a leak,

sleeping with both eyes open.

Someone will do to you
what you did to Nadia.

It's coming.