Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 2, Episode 20 - Pique - full transcript

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.

Tag and bag as soon as
the detectives are through.

She's been
out here long enough.

What's up, Doc?
Veronica Tandy...



34 years old, stabbed in
the back, raped from behind.

Any fluids?
Not that I can see.

We'll swab. Hopefully,
find traces with the Luma.

I've got a domestic
homicide mid-town...

so I've scheduled the autopsy
later this afternoon.

Don't be late.
Don't be late.

She's got
a bruise on her neck.

She was yoked.

External examination
found no traces of semen.

Further testing...

showed spermicides
usually found in condoms.

This is fun.

Damn.

Problem?



Single fetus present,
seven to eight weeks.

That'll probably
get suppressed at trial.

According to the law,
a fetus is not a person.

The stab wound was 2 inches wide,
8 inches deep, one edge serrated.

That's a big knife.

Cause of death?
Cardiopulmonary failure.

The blade entered the back between
the ribs, collapsing the left lung.

Takes care of any screaming.

Could you grab that?

Morgue.

Be right out.

Husband's here to ID the body.

Mr. Tandy?

I'm Det. Benson
from the Special Victims Unit.

Are you alone?

It's a mistake.

My wife isn't here.

Mr. Tandy...

She's supposed to be home.

She's supposed to be home!
She's supposed to be home!

We were supposed to meet last
night at Caf des Artistes at 7:00.

When she didn't show up,
I called her assistant...

Charlene.

She said that
she'd left early...

around 4:00.

Did she say
where she was going?

No. I just assumed
she'd be recruiting.

Recruiting for what?

Well, she's
the head of personnel...

for Compugame.

They manufacture
game software.

Had she received any threatening
phone calls or letters recently?

Was she having
any difficulties at work?

Anybody giving her trouble,
a hard time?

People get fired,
they blame her.

But that
just goes with the job.

Anyone in particular?

We tried
not to talk shop at home.

How did...

I mean, how did Ronnie die?

Your wife was stabbed.

I'm sorry.

What am I supposed
to tell our kids?

Is there anyone we can call?
Someone to help you?

Family's on the way.

Mr. Tandy...

were you aware
your wife was pregnant?

What?

What are you talking about?

Did our victim fight back?

Doesn't look like
she had a chance.

Why kill her
if she didn't see his face?

We're thinking it's
one guy here who's escalating?

Or someone she knew.

Head of personnel, probably
made a lot of enemies.

I would start with
whoever was fired recently.

Meanwhile, I'll get
a psych profile working.

Something else?

Why didn't she tell her
husband that she was pregnant?

She was only
seven weeks along.

Maybe she was
waiting for the best time.

Or she may have decided to
terminate, or it wasn't his.

Is your gut telling you that the
grieving husband raped his own wife...

and then brutally shived her?

No, but if she was having an
affair with somebody who decided...

they weren't interested in
continuing the relationship...

Well, let's find out if we
need to establish paternity.

I just can't believe it.

Everyone loved Ronnie.

Even people she axed?

It's not fun to get fired.

Besides, the department heads
make the final cuts.

Don't shoot the messenger,
you know.

Did anybody blame her?
You know, get loud about it?

Yes.
Who?

All of them. We've had...

five terminations
in the past three months.

Should I go back further? No.
We can work with that for now.

The husband mentioned
that the victim left at 4:00.

Do you know where she went?

No.

She said it was personal.

I'm sorry, it's just hard
to hear you call her a victim.

Did Ronnie have any good
friends here at the office?

Teresa Steele in Legal.

They have lunch
together a lot.

And Jason Mayberry in Security.
They'd meet for coffee.

Brought her flowers
and made sure she had a cab

when she worked late.

Is he working today?

He quit two weeks ago.

Do you know why?

No, you'd have to
check with his supervisor.

I don't have access
to his confidential files.

Thank you.
Thank you.

I'll talk to the woman in Legal.
I'll meet you in the lobby.

I've known
Ronnie Tandy for 15 years.

We both started here
fresh out of college.

What do you need to know?

Tell me about Jason Mayberry.

What about him?

I've been told
that they were close.

Ms. Steele, were you aware
that Mrs. Tandy was pregnant?

No.

But she wasn't having
an affair with Jason Mayberry

if that's
what you're thinking.

Well, you didn't know that
she was expecting,

so how can you be so sure?

I guess I can't.

Ronnie was a bleeding heart.

She liked to
help people get ahead.

She encouraged Jason
to go back to school...

find his niche.
Nothing wrong with that.

So why are you
insinuating otherwise?

Well, I'm just
asking questions.

Jason Mayberry sent her
flowers. They met for coffee...

She wrote
letters of recommendation,

talked to a few people
on his behalf.

I expect he felt grateful.

Recommendations for what?

To attend the Police Academy.

Jason just suddenly quit.
He was good at the job.

Took pride in it. Could've been a
supervisor in another six months.

Why did he quit?

Working security
is not exactly a glamour job

and the pay
is right at minimum.

But to guess, I'd say he quit
because he was embarrassed.

Embarrassed about what?
His mother. You know the type.

Can't cut the strings. Called
a lot. Came down here once.

Busted his chops
right in front of us.

Never could hold
his head up after that.

You can take your break. Do you
know where Jason's working now?

Nope.

Address?

Got one here in Jersey. Why?

He and Mrs. Tandy
were close friends.

He might know whether
anyone was bothering her.

I can tell you that.

Greg Spector
couldn't stand her.

He was a guard supervisor
up until a month ago.

She fire him?

Jason turned him
into Mrs. Tandy.

Accused Greg of
using the security cameras

to zoom in
on women's body parts.

You got an address for him?

He's working janitorial
at LaGuardia.

A little pet tells a lie,
and I get canned.

It was a good job,
$15 an hour.

You get in her face? You
have words? You threaten her?

I didn't threaten. I said
I wasn't going without a fight

and that she'd be sorry.

She's sorry. She's dead.

Is that true?
Where were you last night?

I was home alone.
I had nothing to do with this.

Greg, this does not
look good for you.

I'm telling you,
I didn't do it.

Ronnie came to see me
about a week ago.

About what?
My side of the story.

I was the one who caught Jason
using the security camera.

Next thing I know,
I'm fired.

So what made her call you in?
I don't know.

She said something
about getting me reinstated.

I got the impression that he
wasn't her little pet anymore.

Jason hasn't lived here
for two years.

He doesn't like it here.
It reminds him of his father.

He died
when Jason was five.

Do you have
a current address?

I am his mother.

We'll need to speak
with your son, Mrs. Mayberry.

Concerning what?

It's a police matter.

What has he done?

We just need to ask him
some routine questions.

I don't like
cryptic conversations.

They require a prevaricating
nature, which I do not possess.

So either you tell me
what this is all about...

or you can locate Jason
using whatever means...

you have at your disposal.

Do you know
what obstruction is, ma'am?

This is
a murder investigation,

and we need to
speak with your son.

Now.

Police.

Just a minute.

Yes?

I'm Det. Benson. This is
my partner, Det. Stabler.

We're working
on the Veronica Tandy murder.

Yeah, I know. I heard.

It's awful.
Do you know what happened?

Well, we'd like to
ask you a few questions.

Do you mind
if we step inside?

Well, it's a mess.

We don't mind.

I do.

Well, tell you what.

We can bring you on down to
the precinct, fill you in there.

Greg Spector.

He hated her.

We've already talked to him.

Well.

I don't really see
how I can help you then.

Jason.

We really need your help.
We're running out of leads.

Help us find this guy...

for Veronica.

Okay.

Anything for her.

This is Dr. George Huang...

psychiatrist on loan from
the FBI, setting up VICAP.

This is Det. Olivia Benson.

Nice to meet you.
How do you do?

And Elliot Stabler.
Hi.

Well, what do you got?

Well, we're thinking
Jason's our guy.

He agreed to chat with us. So we'll
sit with him, try and break him.

Det. Stabler
should do this alone.

Excuse me?

Your man
has a problem with women.

If this is your guy, he's
never going to open up to you.

All rapists
have a problem with women.

I'll sit this one out, but you're
not telling us anything new, Doctor.

The man who did this is extremely
shy and frequently excited.

He attacks women from behind
with yoking and frottage.

He graduated
to rape and murder.

Blitz attacks from behind are
acts of concealment, not shyness.

Is your man bold?

Do people notice him?

Or is he humble?

Eager to please?

Even...

shy.

I'll stick around
for the interrogation.

Well, it turns out that our suspect
applied to the Police Academy...

so we already
have psych tests.

I'll go pick up his file.
Thanks.

Elliot pulls anything needs
checking, we'll call you.

All right.

No disrespect intended,
but Dr. Huang just got here.

Do you believe Jason
is your perp? Yes, I do.

Okay.

We're not going to convict him
on your gut, Elliot.

We don't have any hard evidence,
so we're going to need a confession.

I suggest you
make this suspect your friend,

because he can walk
whenever he wants.

How's your coffee?

It's pretty bad. Coffee's
always bad in the precinct.

You wanna be a cop, you're
gonna have to get used to it.

How did you know about that?

Pretty small company, Jason.

People talk about comers.

"Comers?"

Guys on the fast track,
going places, doing things.

You got a rabbi, you're
on your way. That's what...

us cops call...

a guardian angel that oversees
career moves on the force.

A rabbi. Did you know that?

No.

So when do you start the Academy?
They haven't called me yet.

There's gotta be
a snag in there.

Tell you what, I'm gonna
look into it for you.

Where are you working in the
meantime? Fortress Armored Cars.

Just short term
till I get the call.

Good job. Pay well?

No, not during training.

So why'd you
quit your last job?

I heard you were
up for shift supervisor.

Yeah. Well,
I don't need to work so...

Can't feel very good
having Mommy pay the bills.

She does not pay my bills.

I have a trust.

Why work at all?

To have somewhere to go.

To take pride in something.

Why quit where everyone
respected you...

and recognized
your work ethic?

I'd really rather not say.

Okay.

Maybe you quit
before they could fire you?

They find out
something about you?

Catch you, you know, stealing?
Or sleeping on the job?

Maybe use the security cameras
to zoom in on women's breasts?

Is that your thing, Jason?
Or are you an ass man?

No.

I never did that.

That was Greg Spector.

So why did you quit?

Well, I was... Okay.

I was being sexually harassed.

I liked her. I just didn't
want to get her in any trouble.

So I couldn't
work there anymore.

Sexually harassed by who?

Veronica Tandy.

Det. Benson.

Our camcorder broke.

Mr. Tandy, I'm sorry... Our
camcorder broke three months ago.

My wife bought me a new one.

Big surprise came today.

I know you're upset...
No, you've been digging.

You've been dirtying
my murdered wife's name.

We have to follow leads.

Read the card, Detective.

Mr. Tandy I had to do my...
Just read it!

"For baby Tandy number four.
Shoot till you drop.

"Love, Ronnie."

She bought the camera...

for our new baby.

Wasn't having an affair.

You satisfied now?

Mayberry passed the written,
just barely passed the physical.

Not exactly buff but, hell,
we need the bodies.

Did he pass the psych exam?
No, not even close.

Profile skewed towards
aggression during stress.

I thought that was normal.
Not at those levels.

We have plenty of cops
on the street

with excessive force
complaints in their files.

Even psychos know how
to pass the psych exam.

Which was why we figured this guy
must be a real secret squirrel.

Look, why is...

Why are there two letters of
recommendation from Veronica Tandy?

One's a glowing review.
One's a rescind letter.

She pulled her support?

Do you know why?

I called to ask her before
the psych report came back.

She never returned my call.

I don't think
I'm helping you at all,

and I'm getting
kind of tired so...

Jason, trust me.
You're being very helpful.

What we're doing here
is called victimology.

Ascertaining character and
personality traits of the victim.

Determine how and why
they were chosen.

Listen to this guy.
You sound like a cop already.

Now, you said that
the victim harassed you.

And why didn't you
turn her in?

She would've lost her job.

She has a family.
Had.

Jason, she only exists in the
memories of people who love her.

They didn't know her.

This comes out, it'll hurt them. Jason.

What we discuss in this room
does not leave here.

Now you sure you didn't
encourage her in some way?

You sent her flowers.

The two of you
met for coffee.

Yes, after she
did me a favor.

She was always
doing me favors.

I thought that was just
the way she was with everyone.

But it wasn't true.

She was hung up on me.

She called me at home.

She dropped by unannounced.

She's a beautiful woman.
Weren't you flattered?

Yeah, sure. At first I was.

But Ronnie
was married with kids.

You disapproved of her.

Married people have no right,
no business fooling around.

You let her run you
out of the company.

She made you
leave your good job.

Why would you do that?
What else was I gonna do?

She imagined this relationship
that did not exist.

And she lied a lot.

That must've made you mad. Yeah,
you just don't know how much.

Look, I sent her thank you
flowers. It's a come on.

I hailed her a cab, she's asking
me to have drinks with her.

You know, she's pregnant. She
shouldn't have been drinking.

How'd you know
she was pregnant?

She told me.

She told you
but not her husband?

She didn't tell anybody else
but you. Is that it?

So what? We were close.

When did she tell you?

I don't remember exactly when.

Take a second.

How about a search warrant,
Counselor?

Based on what? Your gut
or Dr. Huang's supposition?

Well, what do you suggest? Because
he's about ready to walk out that door.

Let him walk.
What did you just say?

Let him walk. That bastard
knew she was pregnant...

and he killed her anyway. He
is not going out of my sight.

You can't force him to stay,
Detective.

It becomes a custodial issue,
and anything he says...

without a Miranda warning
is inadmissible.

You're tying our hands.

Then even the playing field.

How?
He hates women.

Get on his level,
the nastier the better.

Won't that make him
suspicious? Probably.

But he wants to talk.

He was in charge
when he killed the victim.

But how will anybody know his
power unless he reveals it?

Bad news?

You wouldn't believe it
if I told you.

Stupid, stone-crunching slut.

Who?

My wife.

How long you been married?

Sixteen year sentence.

Sixteen long, dry years.

Any kids?
Too many.

Creditor just called.
I'm in hock up to my ass.

My wife shops, and if I
take away her credit cards...

she don't give me any.

Let me guess...

your oldest child is 16.

How did you know that?

You're a clich, Detective.

A responsible guy.

Good man
gets caught out there.

Woman is just
looking for a free ride.

Your only refuge is the job.

It's the only
peace you have.

I love my job.
Why wouldn't you?

You get to catch the bad guys
and put them away.

But the best part
is the why...

understanding the motive.

There's usually a reason.
An innocent victim...

very rare.

Do you really
think that's true?

I've been doing this a long
time, Jason. I know it's true.

The women victims,
for the most part...

were asking for it.

They take our manhood.

They suck us dry.
They mess with our heads.

And then they're surprised
when we fight back.

Do you think that Veronica
was asking for it?

Is that her victimology?

You knew her. You tell me.

She was...

She was a bitch.

What did she do to you?

I told you.

No, I know there's more.
I can see.

I see it in your eyes.
She hurt you badly.

What did she do to you,
Jason?

She took my dream.

She wrote a letter to the
Academy saying that I wasn't fit.

She wanted me to meet her out in
front of some department store.

She told me that if I slept
with her, she could fix it.

We made out.

But I couldn't do it.

I like her husband.
He's a nice guy.

Which department store?

Crazy Bob's on Lexington.

They sell electronics.

Mayberry's
only been here two weeks.

And now he's going
into the Police Academy.

Training alone takes a month.
He should've told you that.

He a good employee?
I suppose.

A little Chatty Kathy
about his girlfriend...

but he's usually here on time,
and that's all I care about.

This girlfriend
have a name?

You ask me, the woman in the
photographs doesn't even know he exists.

What do you mean?

Thanks.
I'll show you.

Why no doors?
They got something to hide...

they can leave it at home.
Here it is.

Go get that search warrant,
Counselor.

The perps got photos of
our victim, Veronica Tandy.

Hey, guys,
what have we got so far?

Well, aside from this guy's
cop fixation, not much.

Okay.

So let me guess, no trophies,
no 8-inch serrated Rambo knife?

No. We just got here.

Well, I'll be damned.
Yeah.

Looks like Jason
wears a condom every day.

No one said anything about
a roommate. Whose are these?

Maybe a girlfriend,
or he's a cross-dresser.

Monogram says
they belong to a GM.

Look, dirty laundry...

including women's panties.

Detective.

Where did you find those? On
top of that cabinet right there.

Look. Looks like a bunch of bloody
hatpins with locations attached.

Okay. Make out a list
and call them into Cragen.

Why?

Because our suspect
used these to practice.

Also, I need you to walk
those panties through the lab.

I'm on it.
Rush the DNA.

Up to what level?
Mitochondrial.

Been holding out on me.

No, I'm not.

You've been holding out on me,
and I don't like it.

I don't like being played. Now,
I have treated you like a man.

I have respected you. And you've
been treating me like some bitch.

No. I would never do that.
You have and you still are.

Now...

women should be lied to. They don't
understand men. They never will.

I know you've
been lying to me.

And it's going to
stop right now.

I want to go home.
"I want to go home."

We found the pictures,
you know that?

What pictures?
Sad...

desperate photos
of Veronica Tandy

that you had
taped in your locker.

Now, you told everyone
she was your girlfriend?

She was my girlfriend.
I thought she harassed you...

tried to force you
into her bed.

Now all of a sudden
she's your girlfriend? Huh?

You wouldn't know what to do
with a woman if you paid her.

Now you're insulting me. I
don't have to take this from you.

You do. You expect me to believe
this beautiful woman chose you...

cheated on her husband,
had a passion for you?

What?

What's the matter?
I'm leaving.

Go ahead. I can't stop you.

You walk out, you look guilty.
Everyone is gonna think that you did it.

And your big-time
socialite mom.

Now what do you do think the
press is gonna do with that?

They're gonna hound you. They're
gonna follow you everywhere you go.

Now is that what you want?
Go ahead. Bye-bye.

I loved her.

Ronnie was gonna leave...

that pitiful excuse for a man
to be with me.

But then she couldn't
because she got pregnant.

That baby could be mine.
That baby is dead.

Mother's dead, baby's dead.
You killed them both.

You're just making this up because you
have to blame someone. It wasn't me.

You yoked her!
You raped her!

And when she pleaded for her life
and that of her unborn child...

you stuck your knife into
her back to make her shut up.

That's what really happened,
Jason. Just admit it.

No! I did not kill her!

Yeah, you did.
No.

It was someone else, not me.

I want a lawyer.

Jason, I'm willing to hear
your side of the story.

But you bring a lawyer
into the situation...

it's just gonna
screw it all up.

They don't help it.
They just make it worse.

I'm going home. Fine. You
feel more comfortable there...

I'll finish up at your place.
That's fine. I'll go with you.

Why can't you leave me alone?

Huh?

Jason, we're almost done.

Just answer my questions,
tell me the truth...

and you can leave.

Excuse me.

Do I need
to call the police?

I'm already here.

And what do you want?

Is that your blouse?

Yes.

Yes, it is. Have you
searched Jason's apartment?

Yes, ma'am.
Is he a suspect?

Do you live with him?

My son is a lot of things,
but he's not a murderer.

Is he under arrest?

No. Why do you leave your
clothing at his apartment?

I told you.

Jason doesn't like it here.

So if I want to see him,
I have to go into the city.

We have dinner, sometimes
we go to the theater.

And after that it is too late
for me to drive home...

so sometimes
I spend the night.

All of which
is none of your business.

It's an awfully small apartment
for overnight guests, Mrs. Mayberry.

Where do you sleep?

There was only a Murphy bed,
and I didn't see a cot.

Why not a hotel?

Well, why stay at all?
It's not that long of a drive.

It's over an hour.

What the hell did you
do to your son?

I don't like your question,
and I don't like your tone.

Please leave.

How many attacks?

I've got six pins here with
corresponding complainants...

at locations around the city.

I'll bet there may have been
more that weren't reported.

He may have re-used the pins
as he built the fantasy.

Piquerism.

The murder was piqueristic,
and I just didn't see it.

He derives excitement
from stabbing women's flesh.

Six victims walking in a crowd,
suddenly attacked from behind...

and stuck with hatpins
in the buttocks and back.

And not one
could ID her attacker.

It fits his profile.

What about Norfolk and Houston? You
stuck a woman in the back with a pin...

missed her spine by an inch.

I want to go home.

You can't keep me here.

Don't you want to know how I
know this? Aren't you curious?

No. We've been inside your apartment.

We found the hatpins.

Avenue A and Second Street...

I know you
remember this blonde.

Broad daylight, you snuck up behind
her, and you stuck her pretty good.

Jason...

how long has your mother
been sleeping with you?

What are you talking about?

That's crazy.
Jason, listen to me.

She had no right
to touch you like that.

She had no right to abuse you.

You're crazy.

You know that.
You're all...

You're all crazy.

Hey! Hey!

Is that what happens
to all you people here?

The sex police.
Sex on the brain.

Well, my mother
never touched me like that.

You were six years old
and still sleeping with Mommy.

What'd she say to you,
Jason?

You have nightmares
so you should sleep with her?

Keep the monsters away?

Can we stop?

Can we stop now? And at 10
she'd let you sleep alone.

She'd
come to you at night...

telling you, you were
the man of the house.

Why don't you
just shut the hell up?

She initiated you into
sexual experience in puberty.

Jason?

You were scared
because you knew it was wrong.

You were still a boy,
Jason.

You were confused,
disgusted...

abused.

Jason,
it wasn't your fault.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

I'm...

I'm a dirty little boy.

I can't keep my hands
to myself.

You lying boy.

Don't look. Look.

Don't touch. Touch me.

Go away.

No, come here and hold me.

Baby, doesn't that
feel so good?

You're a good little boy.

Shh.

What are the charges?
Right now, murder and rape.

Was he Mirandized? Counselor,
nobody here is stupid.

Jason.

What have you done?

Do you realize
what this will do to me?

What have you
been saying about me?

You lied through your teeth,
didn't you?

You always lie.

You're a filthy, lying
bastard. That's enough, Grace.

Keep your mouth shut. I'll get
you out of here in no time.

People versus
Jason Thaddeus Mayberry.

One count,
murder in the first degree.

One count,
rape in the first degree.

Six counts of assault
in the second.

How do you plead?
Not guilty, Your Honor.

Ms. Cabot?
Remand, Your Honor.

The Mayberry's are an old,
upstanding family in New Jersey.

My client
is not a flight risk.

His mother, Grace Mayberry,
will produce him for trial.

Because of his trust, as
well as his mother's wealth...

he has means
and opportunity to flee.

The defendant is charged
with heinous crimes.

The murder victim was 7
weeks pregnant... Objection!

That was a nice try,
Counselor.

Don't do it again.

My apologies.

Bail is set at $1 million.

Post or enjoy my hospitality.

No deal.
I'm not looking for one.

My client isn't guilty. Your
client belongs in a pine box...

but I will settle
for an 8-by-10 cell

where he can rot
until he dies.

Don't get ahead of yourself,
Ms. Cabot.

I have got his un-coerced
and legal confession.

I have got bloody hatpins
from his piqueristic attacks.

I've got a homicide victim
who was known...

to the defendant
and his motive for killing.

I don't know if that's
overconfidence or hubris.

That was so much fun, I thought
we'd do it again. See you in court.

The hatpins weren't in the
scope of the search warrant.

They were in plain
view, Your Honor. Hardly.

The box was kept
on a high cabinet.

Or will the People try to tell me
that someone in the search team...

was 7 feet tall?

They were
looking for a knife.

And instead they found bloody
hatpins used in piquerist attacks.

Six victims, six hatpins, all
labeled with corresponding locations.

If the police search for a gun and
find a bloody knife with hair...

I'm certainly
not going to throw it out.

Hatpins remain in evidence.
Next item.

Constitutional violation.

My client asked for a lawyer
and was denied access.

The defendant was not
under arrest at the time.

There was no custodial issue.

I submit he was in custody...

from the moment he was asked to
accompany the officers to their precinct.

The suspect was free to go at any time
prior to the discovery of evidence...

in his apartment.
Come on, Counselor.

The police are notorious for
their intimidation tactics.

He asked for a lawyer.
He didn't get one.

Did the suspect
ask for counsel, Ms. Cabot?

Yes.

But then he wanted to
continue without one.

Did he want to continue,
or was he threatened?

Your Honor, I take...
Sorry, Counselor.

Although I'd like to agree
with you concerning custody...

I'm on a slippery slope, and I'd
rather err on the side of caution.

The confession is out.

He wasn't under arrest.

I specifically cautioned you
about the custodial issue.

No, you said that he was to
be free to go at any time.

My detective
persuaded him otherwise.

He did a hell of a job
getting that confession.

Whose side you on?
Mine.

You know the trial closure rate for
sex crimes cases is four percent.

Four percent.

There are a lot of factors
responsible for that but I never...

I did my job, Counselor. Don't
blame me if you didn't do yours.

I stayed in that room
and pushed him to the edge.

You lost him
on a technicality.

All right.
That's enough, both of you.

Do we know where he is? He's
in New Jersey with his mother.

I notified the locals. They
said they'd do their best.

That's reassuring.
So what do we do

to catch this hump
before he strikes again?

Can you reconstruct his
movements after the attacks?

Well,
what are we looking for?

I think he went home to his
mother after each attack.

He felt compelled
to go to the source.

Mother created a loving
husband in her baby son.

It all starts
and ends with her.

You think
the murder weapon's there?

It's a possibility.

It's gotta be somewhere.
He didn't just throw it away.

Well, we can't go on a digging
expedition based on possibility.

He suffers from piquerism,
Counselor.

That knife
represents his penis.

It is not disposable.

I've shown you all my cards,
Malcolm. What's it going to be?

No judge is going to sign a warrant
based on what you've got, Alex.

Credit card receipts from area stores
and witness statements which put him...

in his mother's house
after each attack.

What more could you
possibly need?

That isn't enough to prove that he stashed
a murder weapon in his mother's home.

What has to happen before you get off
your collective asses and do your jobs?

Look, I know you're upset, Detective,
but the law doesn't allow...

Just tell me
what you need?

You need a New Jersey victim
to do something?

He admitted to everything.
Detective!

We got his confession on tape.
We just couldn't hold him.

You don't make a lot of
friends, do you? Yeah, well...

Look...

Grace Mayberry created
the man who did this.

By warping his mind she
destroyed his female victims...

as if she'd wielded the knife herself.

We got one long shot.

Judge Chandler's a real friend
of the fraternal order.

He might let us squeak by.

Hello?

Mrs. Mayberry?

I told her...

I'm not a little boy anymore.