Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 3, Episode 20 - Greed - full transcript
A man comes home to find the newly installed alarm system off, what looks like a burglary without a break-in, and his wealthy wife bloodied on the kitchen floor. The couple's maid was locked out of her apartment after work until her live-in, limo-driver boyfriend came home at 4AM because he had taken her keys instead of his own "by mistake". On investigation, a rape/burglary from two weeks earlier is found elsewhere, also with a new alarm system and no evidence of break-in.
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.
My wife didn't turn
the alarm on again.
TAYLOR: I never turn
mine on when I'm home.
Wow.
My entire apartment
would fit in here.
Original detail, huge fireplace.
I have two more of those. One in
the den, one in the master bedroom.
You should turn this
place into your restaurant.
Can't be more elegant. Well,
you know, that's all Jessie.
She's got the sense of
style. She's got an eye...
Jess?
Maybe she's out.
No. She had no plans to...
(JESSICA MOANING) Jessica?
Jessica?
The phone's over
there! Dial 911!
TAYLOR: Oh, my God.
Honey, I'm here, Jess.
Victim is Jessica
Blaine-Todd, early 40s.
Husband and a friend found
her raped and bludgeoned.
Bludgeoned with what?
Haven't found it, yet.
He was upstairs, too.
Drawers pulled out
everywhere, closets emptied.
We're gonna be here for a while.
Front door looks clean.
Come in through a window?
No sign of forced entry
anywhere in the house.
Was the alarm on? TODD: No.
Not when I came in,
but there's a panic
button in every room.
We just had them installed.
I'm Jessica's
husband, Edwin Todd.
Detectives Benson and
Stabler, Special Victims Unit.
Did your wife say anything?
No. Nothing.
Just... I found her moaning.
And you were with a
friend when you found her?
Yeah. My real estate guy.
We'd just put a deposit on a
space for my new restaurant.
We went out to celebrate.
How's she doing?
Fractured skull, drifting in
and out of consciousness.
We're trying to get
the pressure up.
Mrs. Todd, I'm Detective Benson.
Can you tell me what happened?
Isn't the sunset beautiful?
She's not moving her right
side, and her speech is slurred.
Blows to the head
might've caused a stroke.
BP's stable. Let's go.
I'm right with you, Jess.
There's three fireplaces, could've
come through the chimney.
Maybe we should be
looking for a guy in a red suit.
What's the prognosis?
Jessica is paralyzed on her
right side and can't speak.
They say the next
48 hours are critical.
And are you up for
answering any more questions?
Anything.
BENSON: Was the door closed
and locked when you came home?
Yes.
But Jessica always forgets to turn
on the alarm when she's in the house.
Mr. Todd, aside from
you and your wife,
does anybody else have access?
Our cleaning lady, Katarina.
She knows the codes.
She has a spare set of keys.
As a matter of fact, I
just gave her a new set.
Why? Did she lose
hers? No, no, no.
There's been a string of
break-ins in the neighborhood.
That's why I upgraded the alarm
system and changed the locks,
to prevent something
like this from happening.
Edwin Todd was right.
Six burglaries in the last
month in his neighborhood.
STABLER: Bad guys
go where the money is.
Any of these
break-ins turn violent?
This was the first.
Precinct squad says
their perp usually breaks in
through a window or door
though, not like our guy.
Well, plenty of rapists
start out as burglars.
Maybe he's refining his act.
No current burglaries anywhere
else in Manhattan with last night's M.O.
Well, make sure we also
run down any old burglaries
where the perps turned violent
and either made parole
or finished doing their time.
Any chance she accidentally
left the door open?
Can't. It's on a spring lock.
And it locks automatically.
What about the cleaning woman?
Her name's Katarina Dinov.
Naturalized from the
Ukraine, no rap sheet.
We're heading out
to talk to her right now.
Well, this started
out as a burglary.
The victim's husband should
know by now if anything's missing.
Captain, you got a second?
CRAGEN: What's up, John?
Bad timing. I got
jury duty in an hour.
And you're just telling me
now? Get your ass down there.
It's your civic duty, John.
The Mayor can do it, so can you.
I'll go with you to talk
to the cleaning lady.
Thanks.
Jerry Blaine, Jess's first husband,
was an investment banker.
He did a deal for me,
made me a lot of money.
We stayed in touch.
You're not from
here? No, Seattle.
I couldn't make it
to Jerry's funeral,
so I made sure that the
next time I came to town
I took Jessica out to dinner.
That must have been awkward
for you to see each other again
under the circumstances.
No, actually, we'd never met.
But something hit
both of us that night.
You know, as if we had
known each other always.
I lost my wife three
years ago to cancer.
Jessica understood exactly
what I was going through.
We married at her summer house
on Martha's
Vineyard a year later.
Can you think of any reason why
someone would want to hurt your wife?
No. Everybody loves her.
Are you missing something?
Yeah. Jessica's watch.
I can't remember if she was
wearing it when we found her.
BENSON: Well, where
does she usually keep it?
Right here on the night
table when she goes to sleep.
The rest of the
jewelry's in the safe.
Not on the list of what CSU sent
to the lab. What kind of watch is it?
TODD: Rolex.
What's its value?
35,000.
It's horrible what
happened to Mrs. Blaine.
I thought her last
name was Todd.
I can't get used
to her new name.
Mr. Blaine was a lovely man.
Always took time
to ask me how I was.
They divorced?
He drowned on vacation in
the Bahamas two years ago.
When did Mr. Todd
come into the picture?
Not long after Mr. Blaine died.
Sounds like you
mean not long enough.
When Mr. Blaine was alive, I
lived in their house five years,
but Mr. Todd made me move
out because he wanted his privacy.
You live with someone?
My boyfriend.
He got a name?
Andrei Gorsky.
CRAGEN: Where was he last night?
He's a limo driver. He worked
until 4:00 in the morning.
I was at my neighbor's
waiting for him.
Andrei took my keys by mistake.
I couldn't get in
until he came home.
Yesterday was my day off.
Let's see. Gorsky.
Nope, didn't work
last night. You sure?
He's not in the log,
he wasn't driving.
Well, does he have a cell
phone, someway we can find him?
Yeah. He's the one vacuuming
out his car in the back,
just about to go on shift.
Hey, Gorsky! You got visitors!
Can we talk to you for a minute?
Don't even think about it.
Must've been something we said.
That any way to treat company?
Where were you last night?
This is a free country.
I go where I please.
You know the people Katarina
works for? Mr. and Mrs. Todd?
Well, I drive
them to the airport.
So you've been to their house.
How much you get for the Rolex?
Oh, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Sure you do.
You had Katarina's keys.
You went to the Upper East Side,
you took Mrs. Todd's
watch, and you raped her.
Rape?
I didn't rape anybody,
and I didn't steal a watch.
I forgot I had Katarina's
keys, man. This is crazy.
And it's the last chance
you get to tell us the truth.
Where were you last night?
With someone.
Well, you told Katarina
you were working.
Well, I was with
my other girlfriend.
Is she gonna verify that?
'Cause you really don't
want to waste my time.
I'll give you her phone number.
CRAGEN: If you didn't do
anything, Andrei, why'd you try to run?
Let me see your green card.
I don't have one.
FIN: How'd you
get in the country?
Student visa, three years ago.
CRAGEN: And instead of
going to school, you went to work.
You better kiss your
two girlfriends goodbye.
Immigration's cracking
down on cats like you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
(GROANS)
If I give you
information, can I stay?
We'll tell INS you cooperated,
if we like what we hear.
Mrs. Todd,
Katarina heard her fight with her
husband the day before it happened.
Mr. Todd, how have you and
your wife been getting along?
Fine. We heard
you had a little fight.
Oh, Katarina must have told you.
The last few weeks, I
have spent so much time
looking for the right
location for this restaurant,
interviewing managers, vendors.
I told her that as soon as we
got this place up and running,
we would have more time for
each other, and she understood.
Yeah, we have to
ask you this question.
Were you and your wife
intimate before the attack?
The night before. Why?
We'd like you to agree
to a simple DNA test.
Oh, is the husband
always a suspect?
It's so the lab
can differentiate
your residual DNA
from the attacker's.
The test is really
for your protection.
You just tell me where and when.
(RINGING)
Excuse me.
Hello?
It's nice to know
I'm not the only one
catching grief for
working all the time.
Thank God.
Your wife?
It was the hospital.
She's conscious.
Excuse me.
STABLER: Can she talk? TODD: No.
But the hospital gave
us a dry erase board
so she could write
everything down.
BENSON: Mrs. Todd,
do you remember me from
the night of your attack?
(MOANING)
STABLER: We're the police.
Is there anything you can
remember about what happened?
TODD: "Put on robe."
"Thought Ed."
You thought I was home?
Why, Mrs. Todd? What made
you think your husband was home?
TODD: "Heard."
"Heard key in door."
She heard the key in the door.
TREVOR: The only way
to tell if a lock's been picked
is if the perp forgot to
turn the cylinder back.
The Todd's front doorknob locks
automatically when the door closes.
STABLER: So
there's no way to tell.
If it was picked,
your guy's a pro.
No help there.
This should be.
Computer came up with a match on
the DNA we found in Jessica Todd.
We have a suspect?
Another victim.
Rape-burglary two weeks
ago, Brooklyn Heights.
My wife told the other
detectives everything.
STABLER: We're sorry to make you
go through this again, Mrs. Johansen,
but whoever attacked you
left another victim in
Manhattan unable to walk or talk.
Anything you can remember might
help us get this guy off the street.
Curtis was out of town.
A merger meeting in Saint Louis.
I was in the bedroom
reading when I heard a noise.
I looked up and there was
a man standing in the door.
It says on the report that
you couldn't describe him.
I told the detectives
I didn't see his face.
He was wearing a
stocking over his head.
BENSON: Do you remember
what else he was wearing?
Regular clothes.
Jeans, maybe sneakers.
And gloves. Did he say anything?
When I started to scream,
he put a gun to
my head, and he...
He told me he'd kill
me if I didn't stop.
There was no
emotion in his voice.
He just told me to
take off my clothes.
Then he...
He didn't say another word.
When he was done, he
went out the front door.
And he in no way
tried to hit you?
Isn't what he did to me enough?
Mrs. Johansen, think hard.
Are you sure that you
didn't hear him come in?
No.
STABLER: You told
the other detectives
the attacker stole a
diamond bracelet worth
$100,000. Is that accurate?
Two-carat stones all the way
around. I had it made for Denise.
I just gave it to her for
our six-month anniversary.
Mrs. Johansen, is it possible you
left the front door unlocked or open?
Our security system chirps if the door
is left open for more than 30 seconds.
And the new doorknob
locks automatically.
New doorknob?
We had the locks
replaced about a month ago.
I lost my keys.
We didn't want to
take any chances.
STABLER: Do you have
the name of that locksmith?
Parks Safe and
Security, Manhattan.
I checked the computer.
We did both jobs.
Same locksmith? Yeah,
Danny Ryan, he's one of my best.
What is this about?
Are all your employees bonded?
Yeah. Fingerprints and
thorough background checks.
The whole works.
You wanna tell me
what's going on here?
It's just part of
an investigation.
Where could we
find Ryan right now?
Well, he's out on a job.
58 and Broadway.
Monday night? I was
studying in the library
at the Jefferson College
of Criminal Justice.
You coming to the
Police Department?
Actually, I'm shooting
for law school.
I'm a locksmith during the
day, go to school at night.
Anybody see you cracking
the books in the library?
The woman at the front desk
when I showed her my ID.
I didn't talk to anybody.
I mean, I go there to
study, not socialize.
How about two
weeks ago last night?
Are you kidding me?
I can't even remember what I
had for breakfast this morning.
What do you say
you try a little harder?
Look, any one of us would be crazy
to break into a customer's house.
I mean, they checked me out
for criminal record, bad credit,
everything, before
they let me do this job.
Look, I put the locks into
those two brownstones,
but I never went back.
The DNA on Edwin Todd is
in. He's clear. It's not a match.
What about Ryan?
No rap sheet, not
even a speeding ticket.
Benson. We canvassed
the library at Jefferson.
Guard doesn't remember
Ryan checking in Monday night.
Maybe that's because
the lab just found his prints
at both the Todd and
Johansen crime scenes.
That doesn't help us unless they found
them somewhere other than the front door.
Yeah, how about
both front doors,
plus the Todd's kitchen and
the Johansen's bedroom?
Go pick him up.
I told you, I don't wear rubber
gloves when I install locks.
Of course my prints
were in both houses.
BENSON: Denise Johansen
was raped in her bedroom.
Your prints were also
found in her bedroom.
That's a long way from
the front door, Danny.
The place in Brooklyn Heights?
The lady asked me to take a look
at the lockset in
the master bath.
Said it was sticking.
I fixed it for her.
Guy like you, good-looking
women alone in their houses,
they must come on to
you all the time, right?
It happens, but
I'm not into that.
She make a move on you?
I'm telling you, no.
I didn't make a
move on her, either.
BENSON: Well, what about
when you did the Todd's house?
Hey, she wasn't even there!
Just the husband was home.
She was raped and nearly
beaten to death in her kitchen.
Again, your prints
found all over the place.
Were you fixing a
lock in there, too?
I was thirsty.
I asked for a glass of water.
I had it in the
kitchen. Just ask him.
You can count on that. Now,
what did you do with the Rolex
and the diamond bracelet
you stole from those houses?
Hey, I don't know what
you're talking about.
But I swear, I didn't
rape or beat anybody.
I'm trying to become a lawyer.
Why would I ruin my life?
He'd make a good lawyer. He's
got an answer for everything.
I wish it was that easy.
We're bringing the
victims in for a lineup.
Cancel it. Why?
Neither of them saw
their attackers' faces.
We've heard that before.
Then they come
in, look at the lineup
and remember more
than they thought.
And when the victims can't ID
Ryan and we take him to trial,
it's exculpatory
evidence and he walks.
Well, he's gonna
walk a lot sooner
if we don't come up
with a reason to hold him.
Jessica Todd barely survived.
His next victim
may not be so lucky.
Fingerprints should be
enough to get warrants
for Ryan's DNA
and his apartment.
STABLER: No watch or bracelet.
That was a waste of time.
If Ryan fenced that jewelry,
you couldn't tell
from that dump.
No keys. No mask.
And he doesn't have a car.
Where else could he
be hiding that stash?
You're wrong about Ryan.
I told those other
detectives, he's a good kid.
So help us clear him.
This is unit three. This
is the one he drives.
Is this his alone?
Well, 8:00 to 4:00.
Two other guys drive it.
4:00 to midnight,
and graveyard shift.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
Yeah. We need you to
sign this affidavit giving us
permission to search the vehicle.
Yeah. Knock yourselves out.
You're not gonna find anything.
Great. Thank you.
I'll take the front.
STABLER: Here we go.
BENSON: What you got?
Ryan's toolbox.
Find anything inside? Tools.
Good. Well, I've
got coffee cups,
candy wrappers,
half-eaten sandwich.
They should really think about
cleaning this place out
once every two years.
Olivia. What?
Panty hose.
That's not something
you install a lock with.
Neither are these.
CLERK: "Number 423154:
People v. Daniel Ryan.
"Two counts Rape
in the First Degree.
"One count Attempted
Murder in the Second Degree.
"Two counts Grand Larceny."
The defendant's
plea, Miss Emerson?
Not guilty.
I'll take that to
mean on all charges.
What can I do for
the People today?
Given the violent
nature of the crimes,
we request the defendant
be remanded without bail.
JUDGE: This isn't a
murder case, Miss Cabot.
One of the victims may not
walk or talk normally again
because of the beating
she took from Mr. Ryan.
My client has no previous
criminal history, Judge.
He's not a flight risk.
CABOT: Mr. Ryan
installed the locks
on both of the
homes of the victims
and made duplicate keys.
There could be more keys out
there that we don't know about.
He is a risk on the street.
It's his first offense so
I'm not going to remand,
but I agree with you.
Bail is set at
$500,000, cash only.
Ten minute break
until the next case.
Half a million? I can
barely make my tuition.
Don't worry, I'll have
you out by tomorrow.
That's optimistic.
Your detectives
blew their search.
Not likely. They had permission.
From the wrong person.
So he bought the tools
and toolbox himself.
I don't see the problem.
People v. Cacioppo, Your Honor.
Mr. Ryan lacks the
standing to make the motion
because he left his belongings
in a vehicle belonging
to someone else.
With whom he had a
business relationship.
People v. Laws.
My client's work ID badge
was clipped to
the toolbox handle,
and the police
should have checked
whether the toolbox
belonged to him.
Sounds like the police
acted in good faith.
Your Honor, if I get permission
from the owner of a company
to search an employee's office,
I still can't open
up a locked desk
even if that desk is
company property.
A vehicle is different.
People v. Keegan.
Put your personal property
in someone else's car
without a precaution
to safeguard it,
there is no reasonable
expectation of privacy.
Miss Emerson,
if your client had put a
$5 lock on his toolbox,
we'd be out of here.
There were no
exigent circumstances.
What would have been the harm
if the police had
come to Your Honor
and asked for a search warrant
before they opened
Mr. Ryan's personal property?
Miss Cabot?
We had ample probable
cause for a warrant.
Which I never had the
chance to scrutinize.
Your Honor...
I'm going to err on
the side of caution.
The evidence inside
the toolbox is out.
Why didn't anyone call me?
To tell you that we had
permission to search the van?
Would you have stopped us?
CRAGEN: Let's stop
throwing blame around.
We got screwed by
legal maneuvering.
We still have
Ryan's fingerprints
and his DNA is not back yet.
Anyone besides me got
a problem with any of this?
CRAGEN: What are you saying?
Well, those locksmith
vans run 24 hours a day.
Why would Ryan put
$135,000 worth of jewelry
in a place he knew
someone else could find it?
'Cause it wasn't Ryan.
DNA?
FIN: Report's
back. It's not his.
He didn't rape Jessica Todd,
Denise Johansen or anybody else.
Which means someone went to a
hell of a lot of trouble to set him up.
Maybe whoever planted the
evidence left prints on Ryan's toolbox.
Along with the other two
men who drive the truck
and God knows who
else. Same problem.
Well, I think it's worth a shot.
How fast can you spring Ryan?
I can have him in court
by tomorrow morning.
Toolbox is still in our
custody at the property clerk.
We need the lab to dust it
and everything inside for prints.
Be sure you get Ryan's
permission this time.
No way.
I wouldn't even be in here
if it weren't for you people.
We're gonna have you
out of here within the hour.
I don't believe you.
Look, man, somebody set you up.
We busted you, which
means we got set up, too.
Don't you want to find
out who did this to you?
FIN: Anybody got
a beef with you?
Work, friends, family?
No.
I mind my own business.
Anybody at work
talk about leaving,
going on to something else,
maybe coming into some money?
Most of the guys are lifers.
Only one talking
about getting out is me.
I give you permission
for the toolbox,
you'll find out who
wanted me in here?
It may be the only way.
We found dozens of
prints, inside and out.
The ones that
aren't Ryan's match
seven other bonded employees
of Parks Safe and Security.
The judge is never gonna give
us warrants for all their DNA.
You may not need it. Let
me show you something.
STABLER: Where's
the partial from?
One of the diamonds on
Denise Johansen's bracelet.
You found a surface big
enough to hold a print?
Those are two-carat diamonds,
not enough surface
for a 10-point print,
but I put the partial
into the computer,
it spit out a six-point match.
Ed Todd's prints are on
Denise Johansen's bracelet.
There's no way Ed could've
handled it unless he knows the perp.
Son of a bitch
must've hired someone
to rape Denise and his own wife.
But a hired gun isn't gonna be
careless enough to leave his DNA behind
unless it's window dressing.
Well, let's say this hired gun
rapes Denise then Jessica.
Now, he doesn't hit Denise, but
he beats Jessica nearly to death.
I mean, come on, Ed
Todd wants his wife dead.
But not Denise,
she doesn't have a
scratch, which means
Denise has to be in on it.
FIN: And the two of them
set up the locksmith as fall guy.
Attractive woman
in her 30s like Denise
marries a 67-year-old CEO,
it's gotta be for his money.
Why hook up with Todd?
Well, Denise figures that
she and Todd, they kill Jessica,
she's gonna get rich
a hell of a lot faster
than waiting for
Curtis Johansen to die.
And Todd probably thinks
he wiped that bracelet clean.
Let's test him.
It's not the locksmith?
His DNA wasn't a match.
He's still out there.
Well, couldn't it
be somebody else
from the locksmith company?
Yeah, we're checking into that.
Do you remember
touching Ryan's toolbox?
(COUGHING)
Here, sweetie.
The locksmith took
a bathroom break,
and I borrowed his screwdriver
to tighten one of the
kitchen cabinet doors.
Aside from the bathroom
and the entry foyer,
was Ryan in any other
part of your house?
No. Not that I remember.
Why are you asking
these questions?
Because they have to,
honey. That's their job.
I am so sorry, but she had
a rough morning in rehab.
We won't take up
any more of your time.
Sorry to bother you.
Now, did I see Todd blink when
I asked him about that toolbox?
Spooked him enough to make
him admit that he touched it.
And now he's saying
Ryan went to the bathroom.
This guy is telling so many
lies, he can't keep them straight.
I wonder which
one he told Jessica
to get his hands on her fortune.
Let's check out the
source of the money.
Jerry's estate was
worth about 10 million.
He left every cent to Jessica.
She was the love of his life.
She still have it?
All but 2.5 million.
We just sold off
some stock for her.
With the market as low as it is
now, she must have taken a bath.
Believe me, I tried
to talk her out of it.
Especially when she
said that she was investing
in her husband's new restaurant.
Yeah, now, is it such a bad
risk with someone like Ed Todd?
I mean, he does have experience.
Had a lot of experience.
Todd came to us
about two years ago
looking to sell his restaurant
group in Washington State.
Jerry handled the deal.
Todd said that Mr. Blaine
made him quite a bit of money.
After our cut,
about $35 million.
I'm surprised that he would
want to get back into the business.
Especially here.
Why is that?
The city's economy
after September 11,
you would have to
have Emeril himself
running the place in
order to break even.
And besides, a guy Todd's age,
with his money, he should
spend his days playing golf.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
What's up?
We just spoke to Ed Todd.
The real Edwin Todd.
Alive and well?
STABLER: Seventy-two years
young, enjoying his retirement
in his mansion on Puget Sound
just outside Seattle.
Hasn't been to New
York since the mid-'80s.
And he isn't married to Jessica.
I just talked to CSU.
They say somebody Slim-Jimmed
open the driver's side door of Ryan's van.
Checking for prints now.
That's not gonna help us
with the phony Edwin Todd.
Ran that partial
from the bracelet,
both State and Federal, no hits.
Todd has two bank accounts.
One personal, one for his
company, Culinary Equities.
Combined balances,
148,000 and change.
Well, that doesn't sound like
enough to open a coffee shop,
let alone a high-end restaurant.
Well, he had more,
but not much more.
Todd paid first and
last months' rent,
plus two months'
security for the space.
Total, 40,000.
Also wrote another
160,000 in checks
to vendors, food, restaurant
equipment, furniture.
Problem is, we've been
trying to call these vendors.
We can't find them.
And Jessica Todd's account?
She deposited the 2.5 million
from her stock sale last week.
Then put a check for
$200,000 to Culinary Equities.
Explains why fake
Todd hasn't taken off.
He doesn't have
all the money in.
Is there any solid connection
between him and Denise Johansen?
Well, Todd made cell phone
calls to an apartment in the Village.
The same Village number was
dialed regularly from a pay phone
right down the block from
where the Johansen's live.
Fin and I will check out the apartment.
You two pay Mrs. Todd a visit.
I think it's time she
got a reality check.
JESSICA: Well,
Edwin's been wonderful.
He's spent almost all his
time here since this happened.
(CLEARING THROAT)
I don't know how he's going to
open his restaurant on schedule.
And how much money
have you given your husband
so far for the restaurant?
$200,000.
Did he say when he needs
the rest of the money?
Next week. What
are you getting at?
Mrs. Todd, we
believe your husband
has been planning
for some time now
(SIGHING) to steal your money.
We checked his bank accounts.
The money you gave him is gone.
Well, of course it is. He
had to pay his vendors.
Those checks were written
to dummy companies.
They don't exist.
I don't believe you.
Does your husband have
access to any more of your money?
When I die, he's the
sole beneficiary of my will.
STABLER: When
did you sign that will?
Two weeks ago.
BENSON: Before
you were attacked.
Was it your husband's idea? No.
It was mine.
So, you see, you're
wrong about Edwin.
How much will he get?
Everything. My entire estate.
Mrs. Todd, your husband sent
someone to kill you for your money.
How can that be?
I can't take care of myself.
Edwin's waiting on
me hand and foot.
He's changed my diaper.
He wouldn't do that
if he didn't love me.
CRAGEN: You recognize them?
Sure, Mr. and Mrs. Brown, 3B.
Seen the Browns around lately?
Nope, but that
doesn't mean anything.
They keep weird hours.
Salespeople, you
know, always on the road.
Yeah. Thank you.
So what's the plan, Captain?
Call CSU for a search team.
Make sure they send a
print tech and the Photo Unit.
I'll get Cabot
started on a warrant.
Nothing in here.
Anything in the bedroom?
The closet and the
dresser are both empty.
Some ladies' thongs
in the bed sheets.
Wait a minute. Wait a
minute. What you got?
Looks like the Browns
forgot something.
Canada West boarding
pass to Winnipeg,
name of Edwin Todd.
Dated last week.
That's just before
Jessica was attacked.
Let's call the Winnipeg police.
See if they can help us find
out what Todd was doing there.
Talked to the airlines.
Todd, or whatever his name
is, took three trips to Winnipeg
in the two weeks before
Jessica was attacked.
If he had a record in Canada,
explains why we couldn't
get a hit on his prints.
Call CSU, have them overnight
all the prints we
found in the apartment
to the Royal Canadian
Mounted Police.
Hey, we might get lucky.
We still got a
problem with the DNA.
It's not Ryan or Todd's.
If Denise faked being attacked,
how did she have the DNA in her
that showed up on the rape kit?
By having sex with her husband.
STABLER: She takes
the rest of his semen,
plants it on Jessica,
makes it look like the
same guy raped them both.
Talk to Curtis Johansen.
You want me to take a DNA test?
I feel like I should be
calling my attorney.
You're not a suspect,
Mr. Johansen.
In fact, you might be a victim.
I think you better tell
me what's going on here.
Okay, before you
left for your trip,
were you and your wife intimate?
Sex is not lacking in
our marriage, Detective.
Is this necessary?
I'm afraid it is, yes.
That afternoon.
Denise called me and told me
she had a romantic
send-off planned,
that I should come home early.
When I got to the
house, we made love.
What does any of this have
to do with her being raped?
Your wife reported the rape
right after you left, Mr. Johansen.
We think that she faked it.
Why in the hell
would she do that?
To cover up a crime.
She planted your
semen on the other victim
after almost
beating her to death.
I don't believe any of this.
What proof do you have?
STABLER: Well, your
DNA test will tell us for sure.
She knew that we wouldn't
look at you as a suspect
because you were out of town.
My God.
She set me up? Why?
She's hooked up with a man
who calls himself Ed Todd.
The restaurateur?
Yes, do you know him?
Do I know him? I've committed
$250,000 to his restaurant project.
Denise's idea.
That's their game, Mr. Johansen.
They want to steal your money.
I don't go into a business
venture half-cocked.
I've seen the location.
I've been over
the business plan,
met most of the other investors,
including Todd's wife.
The other rape victim.
STABLER: Labs are back.
BENSON: It's Curtis
Johansen's DNA in both women.
So Jessica was signing
her own death sentence
when she made out that will
leaving everything to Todd.
We gotta pick him and Denise
up before they carry it out.
You know that's a problem.
That partial print proves
this is Todd all the way.
Proves it to us.
It's only six
points of similarity.
It's useless in court.
Well, this won't be.
RCMP came through.
Todd's real name is Edward
Crandall, formerly of Toronto.
Did three years in Kingston
Penitentiary for fraud.
What about Denise?
CRAGEN: Real name
is Denise Cormier,
born in Quebec,
arrested with Crandall
and did her time in Maplehurst.
Where do Jessica and
Curtis stand on cooperating?
Johansen is on board.
Jessica won't believe it.
Well, we're gonna
have to change her mind.
JESSICA: What's this?
What are you showing me?
Your husband. He has a
prison record in Canada for fraud.
You're trying to trick me.
Sorry, Mrs. Todd,
but it's the truth.
This woman
is his partner.
We think she attacked you,
staged your rape and her own.
Take me back to the hospital.
I don't want to talk
about this anymore.
You should see these first.
What's this place?
They share an apartment
together in the Village.
Both of their prints
were found there.
Edwin's been so good for me.
I trusted him.
I never thought I'd get married
again, and then Edwin came along.
Then a few months
after Jerry died,
Edwin called, said
he was in town,
asked if he might
take me out to dinner.
Well, he said all
the right things.
Told me I was beautiful,
Jerry was a lucky man.
He said
he knew he could
never take Jerry's place.
Oh, but I'd already begun
to fall in love with him.
And when he asked
me to marry him,
I said yes.
Mrs. Todd,
if you help us,
we will make him pay for this.
I can't.
Why not?
Edwin confessed
to me last night.
He told me everything,
the whole scheme.
He asked me to forgive him,
and I did.
Edwin and his partner
put you in that wheelchair.
JESSICA: He never
meant for this to happen.
He admitted he had had
an affair with that woman,
but he said it was over.
He said she beat
me out of jealousy.
Mrs. Todd, they're
in this together.
This is not about jealousy.
This is not about love.
This is about
stealing your money.
And if you don't help us,
they're gonna get away with it.
Edwin's lawyer
called me this morning.
He said I could never testify
about what Edwin had told me
because I'm his wife.
I feel so stupid.
BENSON: Curtis Johansen got the same phone
call from Denise's attorney this morning
after she confessed
to him last night.
Protected themselves
by marrying their victims.
These two are
real pieces of work.
Tied our hands and our victims'.
CABOT: And we can't prove any
of it beyond a reasonable doubt.
What about Curtis
Johansen's DNA?
Put that to a jury,
and they'll think
Johansen raped
Jessica and Denise
even though he has an alibi.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Come in.
We have battered wives testify against
the husbands who beat them all the time.
How is this different?
Those women testified
about what their husbands did,
not what they said.
Those wives still cannot reveal
confidential communication
between themselves
and their husbands.
Well, there's got to be a
loophole for a situation like this.
I checked the case law. There
has never been a situation like this.
What is it? Marriage licenses.
Edwin Todd to Jessica Blaine.
Curtis Johansen
to Denise Carlson.
Thought her name was Cormier.
Pick up Todd and
Denise. For what?
False names on their marriage
licenses. They finally made a mistake.
Are you kidding
me with this charge?
Don't you worry. We got
better ones on the way.
I don't see how.
You really think you
can get away with this?
You don't have to use
that tone with me, Detective.
STABLER: Your real
name is Denise Cormier.
So what?
Well, on the
certificate of marriage,
it says Denise Carlson.
Where are you going with this?
Your client lied about her name.
And because you lied,
your marriage to
Jessica Blaine is void.
Please, how many times do I have
to tell you about your tone of voice?
Oh, I'm sorry.
If my manners bother you, let
me use your real name for this.
Edward Crandall, you're under
arrest for conspiracy to commit murder,
attempted murder,
robbery and grand larceny.
If you're going to use his real
name, you better use Edwin Todd.
Excuse me?
What's this? Mrs.
Johansen's legal name change
to Denise Carlson before
she married Curtis Johansen.
It's Canadian.
How do I know
it's not a forgery?
Because that's a
copy we ordered from
the Registrar of
Records in Winnipeg,
where the original is on file.
Note the seal at the bottom.
So why'd you change
your name, Edwin?
Don't answer that.
Oh, come on, what's the harm?
Sorry. I'm gonna have to go
with my lawyer on that one.
How we doing? FIN:
We found the money,
courtesy of our
friends at the RCMP.
Five accounts in
Winnipeg Crown Bank
under the names of the vendors
that Todd wrote the checks to.
He's the signatory
on all the accounts.
Waited for the checks to clear,
then made cash withdrawals,
leaving each
account with $1,000.
So he gets the money out of the
country, then converts it to cash
so we can't trace
it any further.
This guy is good. Now
what about Denise?
Well, I can't find any accounts in her
names, but the RCMP is still looking.
I put a uniform
detail on Jessica,
just to be on the safe side.
Also got one on Todd and Denise
in case they decide
to cut their losses
and run back to Canada.
What the hell's this mean?
STABLER: What do you
got? It's a credit card statement
in the name of Edward Crandall.
Some hotel in Acapulco
a year and a half ago.
It's in Spanish.
Well, resorts are a great
place to pick up a mark.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
"Luna de miel"
means "honeymoon."
Son of a bitch.
Why would Ed and
Denise be staying
in the honeymoon
suite of that hotel?
We're not going to allow the
continued harassment of our clients.
Why are we here?
The honeymoon's over.
What does that mean?
It's in Spanish. You
want to clue us in?
Yeah, it's your clients'
Mexican marriage license.
I told you we should
have gotten a divorce.
Shut up, you stupid bitch.
You see, this is the last time
I'm gonna take care of you.
It was all his idea.
And they can't prove any of it
if you keep your trap shut.
What's the matter, Counselors,
you didn't know they
were married to each other?
CABOT: Unless you can
produce divorce papers
preceding your clients'
respective weddings
to Jessica Blaine
and Curtis Johansen,
it's as if those
marriages never existed.
No. Jessica needs me.
You see, I do
everything for her.
She's not going to
testify against me.
Mrs. Blaine.
No.
Her last name is Todd.
Now you know my wife is ill.
You have no right
to bring her here.
Hi, sweetie, you
should be resting.
Sit down, you bastard.
You know what?
This was all a mistake.
Yes, I stole your money. She was
only supposed to take your watch.
You weren't
supposed to get hurt.
You're upset.
We need to get away,
just you and me, huh?
Anywhere you want to go.
The only place
you're going is to hell.
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.
My wife didn't turn
the alarm on again.
TAYLOR: I never turn
mine on when I'm home.
Wow.
My entire apartment
would fit in here.
Original detail, huge fireplace.
I have two more of those. One in
the den, one in the master bedroom.
You should turn this
place into your restaurant.
Can't be more elegant. Well,
you know, that's all Jessie.
She's got the sense of
style. She's got an eye...
Jess?
Maybe she's out.
No. She had no plans to...
(JESSICA MOANING) Jessica?
Jessica?
The phone's over
there! Dial 911!
TAYLOR: Oh, my God.
Honey, I'm here, Jess.
Victim is Jessica
Blaine-Todd, early 40s.
Husband and a friend found
her raped and bludgeoned.
Bludgeoned with what?
Haven't found it, yet.
He was upstairs, too.
Drawers pulled out
everywhere, closets emptied.
We're gonna be here for a while.
Front door looks clean.
Come in through a window?
No sign of forced entry
anywhere in the house.
Was the alarm on? TODD: No.
Not when I came in,
but there's a panic
button in every room.
We just had them installed.
I'm Jessica's
husband, Edwin Todd.
Detectives Benson and
Stabler, Special Victims Unit.
Did your wife say anything?
No. Nothing.
Just... I found her moaning.
And you were with a
friend when you found her?
Yeah. My real estate guy.
We'd just put a deposit on a
space for my new restaurant.
We went out to celebrate.
How's she doing?
Fractured skull, drifting in
and out of consciousness.
We're trying to get
the pressure up.
Mrs. Todd, I'm Detective Benson.
Can you tell me what happened?
Isn't the sunset beautiful?
She's not moving her right
side, and her speech is slurred.
Blows to the head
might've caused a stroke.
BP's stable. Let's go.
I'm right with you, Jess.
There's three fireplaces, could've
come through the chimney.
Maybe we should be
looking for a guy in a red suit.
What's the prognosis?
Jessica is paralyzed on her
right side and can't speak.
They say the next
48 hours are critical.
And are you up for
answering any more questions?
Anything.
BENSON: Was the door closed
and locked when you came home?
Yes.
But Jessica always forgets to turn
on the alarm when she's in the house.
Mr. Todd, aside from
you and your wife,
does anybody else have access?
Our cleaning lady, Katarina.
She knows the codes.
She has a spare set of keys.
As a matter of fact, I
just gave her a new set.
Why? Did she lose
hers? No, no, no.
There's been a string of
break-ins in the neighborhood.
That's why I upgraded the alarm
system and changed the locks,
to prevent something
like this from happening.
Edwin Todd was right.
Six burglaries in the last
month in his neighborhood.
STABLER: Bad guys
go where the money is.
Any of these
break-ins turn violent?
This was the first.
Precinct squad says
their perp usually breaks in
through a window or door
though, not like our guy.
Well, plenty of rapists
start out as burglars.
Maybe he's refining his act.
No current burglaries anywhere
else in Manhattan with last night's M.O.
Well, make sure we also
run down any old burglaries
where the perps turned violent
and either made parole
or finished doing their time.
Any chance she accidentally
left the door open?
Can't. It's on a spring lock.
And it locks automatically.
What about the cleaning woman?
Her name's Katarina Dinov.
Naturalized from the
Ukraine, no rap sheet.
We're heading out
to talk to her right now.
Well, this started
out as a burglary.
The victim's husband should
know by now if anything's missing.
Captain, you got a second?
CRAGEN: What's up, John?
Bad timing. I got
jury duty in an hour.
And you're just telling me
now? Get your ass down there.
It's your civic duty, John.
The Mayor can do it, so can you.
I'll go with you to talk
to the cleaning lady.
Thanks.
Jerry Blaine, Jess's first husband,
was an investment banker.
He did a deal for me,
made me a lot of money.
We stayed in touch.
You're not from
here? No, Seattle.
I couldn't make it
to Jerry's funeral,
so I made sure that the
next time I came to town
I took Jessica out to dinner.
That must have been awkward
for you to see each other again
under the circumstances.
No, actually, we'd never met.
But something hit
both of us that night.
You know, as if we had
known each other always.
I lost my wife three
years ago to cancer.
Jessica understood exactly
what I was going through.
We married at her summer house
on Martha's
Vineyard a year later.
Can you think of any reason why
someone would want to hurt your wife?
No. Everybody loves her.
Are you missing something?
Yeah. Jessica's watch.
I can't remember if she was
wearing it when we found her.
BENSON: Well, where
does she usually keep it?
Right here on the night
table when she goes to sleep.
The rest of the
jewelry's in the safe.
Not on the list of what CSU sent
to the lab. What kind of watch is it?
TODD: Rolex.
What's its value?
35,000.
It's horrible what
happened to Mrs. Blaine.
I thought her last
name was Todd.
I can't get used
to her new name.
Mr. Blaine was a lovely man.
Always took time
to ask me how I was.
They divorced?
He drowned on vacation in
the Bahamas two years ago.
When did Mr. Todd
come into the picture?
Not long after Mr. Blaine died.
Sounds like you
mean not long enough.
When Mr. Blaine was alive, I
lived in their house five years,
but Mr. Todd made me move
out because he wanted his privacy.
You live with someone?
My boyfriend.
He got a name?
Andrei Gorsky.
CRAGEN: Where was he last night?
He's a limo driver. He worked
until 4:00 in the morning.
I was at my neighbor's
waiting for him.
Andrei took my keys by mistake.
I couldn't get in
until he came home.
Yesterday was my day off.
Let's see. Gorsky.
Nope, didn't work
last night. You sure?
He's not in the log,
he wasn't driving.
Well, does he have a cell
phone, someway we can find him?
Yeah. He's the one vacuuming
out his car in the back,
just about to go on shift.
Hey, Gorsky! You got visitors!
Can we talk to you for a minute?
Don't even think about it.
Must've been something we said.
That any way to treat company?
Where were you last night?
This is a free country.
I go where I please.
You know the people Katarina
works for? Mr. and Mrs. Todd?
Well, I drive
them to the airport.
So you've been to their house.
How much you get for the Rolex?
Oh, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Sure you do.
You had Katarina's keys.
You went to the Upper East Side,
you took Mrs. Todd's
watch, and you raped her.
Rape?
I didn't rape anybody,
and I didn't steal a watch.
I forgot I had Katarina's
keys, man. This is crazy.
And it's the last chance
you get to tell us the truth.
Where were you last night?
With someone.
Well, you told Katarina
you were working.
Well, I was with
my other girlfriend.
Is she gonna verify that?
'Cause you really don't
want to waste my time.
I'll give you her phone number.
CRAGEN: If you didn't do
anything, Andrei, why'd you try to run?
Let me see your green card.
I don't have one.
FIN: How'd you
get in the country?
Student visa, three years ago.
CRAGEN: And instead of
going to school, you went to work.
You better kiss your
two girlfriends goodbye.
Immigration's cracking
down on cats like you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
(GROANS)
If I give you
information, can I stay?
We'll tell INS you cooperated,
if we like what we hear.
Mrs. Todd,
Katarina heard her fight with her
husband the day before it happened.
Mr. Todd, how have you and
your wife been getting along?
Fine. We heard
you had a little fight.
Oh, Katarina must have told you.
The last few weeks, I
have spent so much time
looking for the right
location for this restaurant,
interviewing managers, vendors.
I told her that as soon as we
got this place up and running,
we would have more time for
each other, and she understood.
Yeah, we have to
ask you this question.
Were you and your wife
intimate before the attack?
The night before. Why?
We'd like you to agree
to a simple DNA test.
Oh, is the husband
always a suspect?
It's so the lab
can differentiate
your residual DNA
from the attacker's.
The test is really
for your protection.
You just tell me where and when.
(RINGING)
Excuse me.
Hello?
It's nice to know
I'm not the only one
catching grief for
working all the time.
Thank God.
Your wife?
It was the hospital.
She's conscious.
Excuse me.
STABLER: Can she talk? TODD: No.
But the hospital gave
us a dry erase board
so she could write
everything down.
BENSON: Mrs. Todd,
do you remember me from
the night of your attack?
(MOANING)
STABLER: We're the police.
Is there anything you can
remember about what happened?
TODD: "Put on robe."
"Thought Ed."
You thought I was home?
Why, Mrs. Todd? What made
you think your husband was home?
TODD: "Heard."
"Heard key in door."
She heard the key in the door.
TREVOR: The only way
to tell if a lock's been picked
is if the perp forgot to
turn the cylinder back.
The Todd's front doorknob locks
automatically when the door closes.
STABLER: So
there's no way to tell.
If it was picked,
your guy's a pro.
No help there.
This should be.
Computer came up with a match on
the DNA we found in Jessica Todd.
We have a suspect?
Another victim.
Rape-burglary two weeks
ago, Brooklyn Heights.
My wife told the other
detectives everything.
STABLER: We're sorry to make you
go through this again, Mrs. Johansen,
but whoever attacked you
left another victim in
Manhattan unable to walk or talk.
Anything you can remember might
help us get this guy off the street.
Curtis was out of town.
A merger meeting in Saint Louis.
I was in the bedroom
reading when I heard a noise.
I looked up and there was
a man standing in the door.
It says on the report that
you couldn't describe him.
I told the detectives
I didn't see his face.
He was wearing a
stocking over his head.
BENSON: Do you remember
what else he was wearing?
Regular clothes.
Jeans, maybe sneakers.
And gloves. Did he say anything?
When I started to scream,
he put a gun to
my head, and he...
He told me he'd kill
me if I didn't stop.
There was no
emotion in his voice.
He just told me to
take off my clothes.
Then he...
He didn't say another word.
When he was done, he
went out the front door.
And he in no way
tried to hit you?
Isn't what he did to me enough?
Mrs. Johansen, think hard.
Are you sure that you
didn't hear him come in?
No.
STABLER: You told
the other detectives
the attacker stole a
diamond bracelet worth
$100,000. Is that accurate?
Two-carat stones all the way
around. I had it made for Denise.
I just gave it to her for
our six-month anniversary.
Mrs. Johansen, is it possible you
left the front door unlocked or open?
Our security system chirps if the door
is left open for more than 30 seconds.
And the new doorknob
locks automatically.
New doorknob?
We had the locks
replaced about a month ago.
I lost my keys.
We didn't want to
take any chances.
STABLER: Do you have
the name of that locksmith?
Parks Safe and
Security, Manhattan.
I checked the computer.
We did both jobs.
Same locksmith? Yeah,
Danny Ryan, he's one of my best.
What is this about?
Are all your employees bonded?
Yeah. Fingerprints and
thorough background checks.
The whole works.
You wanna tell me
what's going on here?
It's just part of
an investigation.
Where could we
find Ryan right now?
Well, he's out on a job.
58 and Broadway.
Monday night? I was
studying in the library
at the Jefferson College
of Criminal Justice.
You coming to the
Police Department?
Actually, I'm shooting
for law school.
I'm a locksmith during the
day, go to school at night.
Anybody see you cracking
the books in the library?
The woman at the front desk
when I showed her my ID.
I didn't talk to anybody.
I mean, I go there to
study, not socialize.
How about two
weeks ago last night?
Are you kidding me?
I can't even remember what I
had for breakfast this morning.
What do you say
you try a little harder?
Look, any one of us would be crazy
to break into a customer's house.
I mean, they checked me out
for criminal record, bad credit,
everything, before
they let me do this job.
Look, I put the locks into
those two brownstones,
but I never went back.
The DNA on Edwin Todd is
in. He's clear. It's not a match.
What about Ryan?
No rap sheet, not
even a speeding ticket.
Benson. We canvassed
the library at Jefferson.
Guard doesn't remember
Ryan checking in Monday night.
Maybe that's because
the lab just found his prints
at both the Todd and
Johansen crime scenes.
That doesn't help us unless they found
them somewhere other than the front door.
Yeah, how about
both front doors,
plus the Todd's kitchen and
the Johansen's bedroom?
Go pick him up.
I told you, I don't wear rubber
gloves when I install locks.
Of course my prints
were in both houses.
BENSON: Denise Johansen
was raped in her bedroom.
Your prints were also
found in her bedroom.
That's a long way from
the front door, Danny.
The place in Brooklyn Heights?
The lady asked me to take a look
at the lockset in
the master bath.
Said it was sticking.
I fixed it for her.
Guy like you, good-looking
women alone in their houses,
they must come on to
you all the time, right?
It happens, but
I'm not into that.
She make a move on you?
I'm telling you, no.
I didn't make a
move on her, either.
BENSON: Well, what about
when you did the Todd's house?
Hey, she wasn't even there!
Just the husband was home.
She was raped and nearly
beaten to death in her kitchen.
Again, your prints
found all over the place.
Were you fixing a
lock in there, too?
I was thirsty.
I asked for a glass of water.
I had it in the
kitchen. Just ask him.
You can count on that. Now,
what did you do with the Rolex
and the diamond bracelet
you stole from those houses?
Hey, I don't know what
you're talking about.
But I swear, I didn't
rape or beat anybody.
I'm trying to become a lawyer.
Why would I ruin my life?
He'd make a good lawyer. He's
got an answer for everything.
I wish it was that easy.
We're bringing the
victims in for a lineup.
Cancel it. Why?
Neither of them saw
their attackers' faces.
We've heard that before.
Then they come
in, look at the lineup
and remember more
than they thought.
And when the victims can't ID
Ryan and we take him to trial,
it's exculpatory
evidence and he walks.
Well, he's gonna
walk a lot sooner
if we don't come up
with a reason to hold him.
Jessica Todd barely survived.
His next victim
may not be so lucky.
Fingerprints should be
enough to get warrants
for Ryan's DNA
and his apartment.
STABLER: No watch or bracelet.
That was a waste of time.
If Ryan fenced that jewelry,
you couldn't tell
from that dump.
No keys. No mask.
And he doesn't have a car.
Where else could he
be hiding that stash?
You're wrong about Ryan.
I told those other
detectives, he's a good kid.
So help us clear him.
This is unit three. This
is the one he drives.
Is this his alone?
Well, 8:00 to 4:00.
Two other guys drive it.
4:00 to midnight,
and graveyard shift.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
Yeah. We need you to
sign this affidavit giving us
permission to search the vehicle.
Yeah. Knock yourselves out.
You're not gonna find anything.
Great. Thank you.
I'll take the front.
STABLER: Here we go.
BENSON: What you got?
Ryan's toolbox.
Find anything inside? Tools.
Good. Well, I've
got coffee cups,
candy wrappers,
half-eaten sandwich.
They should really think about
cleaning this place out
once every two years.
Olivia. What?
Panty hose.
That's not something
you install a lock with.
Neither are these.
CLERK: "Number 423154:
People v. Daniel Ryan.
"Two counts Rape
in the First Degree.
"One count Attempted
Murder in the Second Degree.
"Two counts Grand Larceny."
The defendant's
plea, Miss Emerson?
Not guilty.
I'll take that to
mean on all charges.
What can I do for
the People today?
Given the violent
nature of the crimes,
we request the defendant
be remanded without bail.
JUDGE: This isn't a
murder case, Miss Cabot.
One of the victims may not
walk or talk normally again
because of the beating
she took from Mr. Ryan.
My client has no previous
criminal history, Judge.
He's not a flight risk.
CABOT: Mr. Ryan
installed the locks
on both of the
homes of the victims
and made duplicate keys.
There could be more keys out
there that we don't know about.
He is a risk on the street.
It's his first offense so
I'm not going to remand,
but I agree with you.
Bail is set at
$500,000, cash only.
Ten minute break
until the next case.
Half a million? I can
barely make my tuition.
Don't worry, I'll have
you out by tomorrow.
That's optimistic.
Your detectives
blew their search.
Not likely. They had permission.
From the wrong person.
So he bought the tools
and toolbox himself.
I don't see the problem.
People v. Cacioppo, Your Honor.
Mr. Ryan lacks the
standing to make the motion
because he left his belongings
in a vehicle belonging
to someone else.
With whom he had a
business relationship.
People v. Laws.
My client's work ID badge
was clipped to
the toolbox handle,
and the police
should have checked
whether the toolbox
belonged to him.
Sounds like the police
acted in good faith.
Your Honor, if I get permission
from the owner of a company
to search an employee's office,
I still can't open
up a locked desk
even if that desk is
company property.
A vehicle is different.
People v. Keegan.
Put your personal property
in someone else's car
without a precaution
to safeguard it,
there is no reasonable
expectation of privacy.
Miss Emerson,
if your client had put a
$5 lock on his toolbox,
we'd be out of here.
There were no
exigent circumstances.
What would have been the harm
if the police had
come to Your Honor
and asked for a search warrant
before they opened
Mr. Ryan's personal property?
Miss Cabot?
We had ample probable
cause for a warrant.
Which I never had the
chance to scrutinize.
Your Honor...
I'm going to err on
the side of caution.
The evidence inside
the toolbox is out.
Why didn't anyone call me?
To tell you that we had
permission to search the van?
Would you have stopped us?
CRAGEN: Let's stop
throwing blame around.
We got screwed by
legal maneuvering.
We still have
Ryan's fingerprints
and his DNA is not back yet.
Anyone besides me got
a problem with any of this?
CRAGEN: What are you saying?
Well, those locksmith
vans run 24 hours a day.
Why would Ryan put
$135,000 worth of jewelry
in a place he knew
someone else could find it?
'Cause it wasn't Ryan.
DNA?
FIN: Report's
back. It's not his.
He didn't rape Jessica Todd,
Denise Johansen or anybody else.
Which means someone went to a
hell of a lot of trouble to set him up.
Maybe whoever planted the
evidence left prints on Ryan's toolbox.
Along with the other two
men who drive the truck
and God knows who
else. Same problem.
Well, I think it's worth a shot.
How fast can you spring Ryan?
I can have him in court
by tomorrow morning.
Toolbox is still in our
custody at the property clerk.
We need the lab to dust it
and everything inside for prints.
Be sure you get Ryan's
permission this time.
No way.
I wouldn't even be in here
if it weren't for you people.
We're gonna have you
out of here within the hour.
I don't believe you.
Look, man, somebody set you up.
We busted you, which
means we got set up, too.
Don't you want to find
out who did this to you?
FIN: Anybody got
a beef with you?
Work, friends, family?
No.
I mind my own business.
Anybody at work
talk about leaving,
going on to something else,
maybe coming into some money?
Most of the guys are lifers.
Only one talking
about getting out is me.
I give you permission
for the toolbox,
you'll find out who
wanted me in here?
It may be the only way.
We found dozens of
prints, inside and out.
The ones that
aren't Ryan's match
seven other bonded employees
of Parks Safe and Security.
The judge is never gonna give
us warrants for all their DNA.
You may not need it. Let
me show you something.
STABLER: Where's
the partial from?
One of the diamonds on
Denise Johansen's bracelet.
You found a surface big
enough to hold a print?
Those are two-carat diamonds,
not enough surface
for a 10-point print,
but I put the partial
into the computer,
it spit out a six-point match.
Ed Todd's prints are on
Denise Johansen's bracelet.
There's no way Ed could've
handled it unless he knows the perp.
Son of a bitch
must've hired someone
to rape Denise and his own wife.
But a hired gun isn't gonna be
careless enough to leave his DNA behind
unless it's window dressing.
Well, let's say this hired gun
rapes Denise then Jessica.
Now, he doesn't hit Denise, but
he beats Jessica nearly to death.
I mean, come on, Ed
Todd wants his wife dead.
But not Denise,
she doesn't have a
scratch, which means
Denise has to be in on it.
FIN: And the two of them
set up the locksmith as fall guy.
Attractive woman
in her 30s like Denise
marries a 67-year-old CEO,
it's gotta be for his money.
Why hook up with Todd?
Well, Denise figures that
she and Todd, they kill Jessica,
she's gonna get rich
a hell of a lot faster
than waiting for
Curtis Johansen to die.
And Todd probably thinks
he wiped that bracelet clean.
Let's test him.
It's not the locksmith?
His DNA wasn't a match.
He's still out there.
Well, couldn't it
be somebody else
from the locksmith company?
Yeah, we're checking into that.
Do you remember
touching Ryan's toolbox?
(COUGHING)
Here, sweetie.
The locksmith took
a bathroom break,
and I borrowed his screwdriver
to tighten one of the
kitchen cabinet doors.
Aside from the bathroom
and the entry foyer,
was Ryan in any other
part of your house?
No. Not that I remember.
Why are you asking
these questions?
Because they have to,
honey. That's their job.
I am so sorry, but she had
a rough morning in rehab.
We won't take up
any more of your time.
Sorry to bother you.
Now, did I see Todd blink when
I asked him about that toolbox?
Spooked him enough to make
him admit that he touched it.
And now he's saying
Ryan went to the bathroom.
This guy is telling so many
lies, he can't keep them straight.
I wonder which
one he told Jessica
to get his hands on her fortune.
Let's check out the
source of the money.
Jerry's estate was
worth about 10 million.
He left every cent to Jessica.
She was the love of his life.
She still have it?
All but 2.5 million.
We just sold off
some stock for her.
With the market as low as it is
now, she must have taken a bath.
Believe me, I tried
to talk her out of it.
Especially when she
said that she was investing
in her husband's new restaurant.
Yeah, now, is it such a bad
risk with someone like Ed Todd?
I mean, he does have experience.
Had a lot of experience.
Todd came to us
about two years ago
looking to sell his restaurant
group in Washington State.
Jerry handled the deal.
Todd said that Mr. Blaine
made him quite a bit of money.
After our cut,
about $35 million.
I'm surprised that he would
want to get back into the business.
Especially here.
Why is that?
The city's economy
after September 11,
you would have to
have Emeril himself
running the place in
order to break even.
And besides, a guy Todd's age,
with his money, he should
spend his days playing golf.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
What's up?
We just spoke to Ed Todd.
The real Edwin Todd.
Alive and well?
STABLER: Seventy-two years
young, enjoying his retirement
in his mansion on Puget Sound
just outside Seattle.
Hasn't been to New
York since the mid-'80s.
And he isn't married to Jessica.
I just talked to CSU.
They say somebody Slim-Jimmed
open the driver's side door of Ryan's van.
Checking for prints now.
That's not gonna help us
with the phony Edwin Todd.
Ran that partial
from the bracelet,
both State and Federal, no hits.
Todd has two bank accounts.
One personal, one for his
company, Culinary Equities.
Combined balances,
148,000 and change.
Well, that doesn't sound like
enough to open a coffee shop,
let alone a high-end restaurant.
Well, he had more,
but not much more.
Todd paid first and
last months' rent,
plus two months'
security for the space.
Total, 40,000.
Also wrote another
160,000 in checks
to vendors, food, restaurant
equipment, furniture.
Problem is, we've been
trying to call these vendors.
We can't find them.
And Jessica Todd's account?
She deposited the 2.5 million
from her stock sale last week.
Then put a check for
$200,000 to Culinary Equities.
Explains why fake
Todd hasn't taken off.
He doesn't have
all the money in.
Is there any solid connection
between him and Denise Johansen?
Well, Todd made cell phone
calls to an apartment in the Village.
The same Village number was
dialed regularly from a pay phone
right down the block from
where the Johansen's live.
Fin and I will check out the apartment.
You two pay Mrs. Todd a visit.
I think it's time she
got a reality check.
JESSICA: Well,
Edwin's been wonderful.
He's spent almost all his
time here since this happened.
(CLEARING THROAT)
I don't know how he's going to
open his restaurant on schedule.
And how much money
have you given your husband
so far for the restaurant?
$200,000.
Did he say when he needs
the rest of the money?
Next week. What
are you getting at?
Mrs. Todd, we
believe your husband
has been planning
for some time now
(SIGHING) to steal your money.
We checked his bank accounts.
The money you gave him is gone.
Well, of course it is. He
had to pay his vendors.
Those checks were written
to dummy companies.
They don't exist.
I don't believe you.
Does your husband have
access to any more of your money?
When I die, he's the
sole beneficiary of my will.
STABLER: When
did you sign that will?
Two weeks ago.
BENSON: Before
you were attacked.
Was it your husband's idea? No.
It was mine.
So, you see, you're
wrong about Edwin.
How much will he get?
Everything. My entire estate.
Mrs. Todd, your husband sent
someone to kill you for your money.
How can that be?
I can't take care of myself.
Edwin's waiting on
me hand and foot.
He's changed my diaper.
He wouldn't do that
if he didn't love me.
CRAGEN: You recognize them?
Sure, Mr. and Mrs. Brown, 3B.
Seen the Browns around lately?
Nope, but that
doesn't mean anything.
They keep weird hours.
Salespeople, you
know, always on the road.
Yeah. Thank you.
So what's the plan, Captain?
Call CSU for a search team.
Make sure they send a
print tech and the Photo Unit.
I'll get Cabot
started on a warrant.
Nothing in here.
Anything in the bedroom?
The closet and the
dresser are both empty.
Some ladies' thongs
in the bed sheets.
Wait a minute. Wait a
minute. What you got?
Looks like the Browns
forgot something.
Canada West boarding
pass to Winnipeg,
name of Edwin Todd.
Dated last week.
That's just before
Jessica was attacked.
Let's call the Winnipeg police.
See if they can help us find
out what Todd was doing there.
Talked to the airlines.
Todd, or whatever his name
is, took three trips to Winnipeg
in the two weeks before
Jessica was attacked.
If he had a record in Canada,
explains why we couldn't
get a hit on his prints.
Call CSU, have them overnight
all the prints we
found in the apartment
to the Royal Canadian
Mounted Police.
Hey, we might get lucky.
We still got a
problem with the DNA.
It's not Ryan or Todd's.
If Denise faked being attacked,
how did she have the DNA in her
that showed up on the rape kit?
By having sex with her husband.
STABLER: She takes
the rest of his semen,
plants it on Jessica,
makes it look like the
same guy raped them both.
Talk to Curtis Johansen.
You want me to take a DNA test?
I feel like I should be
calling my attorney.
You're not a suspect,
Mr. Johansen.
In fact, you might be a victim.
I think you better tell
me what's going on here.
Okay, before you
left for your trip,
were you and your wife intimate?
Sex is not lacking in
our marriage, Detective.
Is this necessary?
I'm afraid it is, yes.
That afternoon.
Denise called me and told me
she had a romantic
send-off planned,
that I should come home early.
When I got to the
house, we made love.
What does any of this have
to do with her being raped?
Your wife reported the rape
right after you left, Mr. Johansen.
We think that she faked it.
Why in the hell
would she do that?
To cover up a crime.
She planted your
semen on the other victim
after almost
beating her to death.
I don't believe any of this.
What proof do you have?
STABLER: Well, your
DNA test will tell us for sure.
She knew that we wouldn't
look at you as a suspect
because you were out of town.
My God.
She set me up? Why?
She's hooked up with a man
who calls himself Ed Todd.
The restaurateur?
Yes, do you know him?
Do I know him? I've committed
$250,000 to his restaurant project.
Denise's idea.
That's their game, Mr. Johansen.
They want to steal your money.
I don't go into a business
venture half-cocked.
I've seen the location.
I've been over
the business plan,
met most of the other investors,
including Todd's wife.
The other rape victim.
STABLER: Labs are back.
BENSON: It's Curtis
Johansen's DNA in both women.
So Jessica was signing
her own death sentence
when she made out that will
leaving everything to Todd.
We gotta pick him and Denise
up before they carry it out.
You know that's a problem.
That partial print proves
this is Todd all the way.
Proves it to us.
It's only six
points of similarity.
It's useless in court.
Well, this won't be.
RCMP came through.
Todd's real name is Edward
Crandall, formerly of Toronto.
Did three years in Kingston
Penitentiary for fraud.
What about Denise?
CRAGEN: Real name
is Denise Cormier,
born in Quebec,
arrested with Crandall
and did her time in Maplehurst.
Where do Jessica and
Curtis stand on cooperating?
Johansen is on board.
Jessica won't believe it.
Well, we're gonna
have to change her mind.
JESSICA: What's this?
What are you showing me?
Your husband. He has a
prison record in Canada for fraud.
You're trying to trick me.
Sorry, Mrs. Todd,
but it's the truth.
This woman
is his partner.
We think she attacked you,
staged your rape and her own.
Take me back to the hospital.
I don't want to talk
about this anymore.
You should see these first.
What's this place?
They share an apartment
together in the Village.
Both of their prints
were found there.
Edwin's been so good for me.
I trusted him.
I never thought I'd get married
again, and then Edwin came along.
Then a few months
after Jerry died,
Edwin called, said
he was in town,
asked if he might
take me out to dinner.
Well, he said all
the right things.
Told me I was beautiful,
Jerry was a lucky man.
He said
he knew he could
never take Jerry's place.
Oh, but I'd already begun
to fall in love with him.
And when he asked
me to marry him,
I said yes.
Mrs. Todd,
if you help us,
we will make him pay for this.
I can't.
Why not?
Edwin confessed
to me last night.
He told me everything,
the whole scheme.
He asked me to forgive him,
and I did.
Edwin and his partner
put you in that wheelchair.
JESSICA: He never
meant for this to happen.
He admitted he had had
an affair with that woman,
but he said it was over.
He said she beat
me out of jealousy.
Mrs. Todd, they're
in this together.
This is not about jealousy.
This is not about love.
This is about
stealing your money.
And if you don't help us,
they're gonna get away with it.
Edwin's lawyer
called me this morning.
He said I could never testify
about what Edwin had told me
because I'm his wife.
I feel so stupid.
BENSON: Curtis Johansen got the same phone
call from Denise's attorney this morning
after she confessed
to him last night.
Protected themselves
by marrying their victims.
These two are
real pieces of work.
Tied our hands and our victims'.
CABOT: And we can't prove any
of it beyond a reasonable doubt.
What about Curtis
Johansen's DNA?
Put that to a jury,
and they'll think
Johansen raped
Jessica and Denise
even though he has an alibi.
(KNOCK ON DOOR) Come in.
We have battered wives testify against
the husbands who beat them all the time.
How is this different?
Those women testified
about what their husbands did,
not what they said.
Those wives still cannot reveal
confidential communication
between themselves
and their husbands.
Well, there's got to be a
loophole for a situation like this.
I checked the case law. There
has never been a situation like this.
What is it? Marriage licenses.
Edwin Todd to Jessica Blaine.
Curtis Johansen
to Denise Carlson.
Thought her name was Cormier.
Pick up Todd and
Denise. For what?
False names on their marriage
licenses. They finally made a mistake.
Are you kidding
me with this charge?
Don't you worry. We got
better ones on the way.
I don't see how.
You really think you
can get away with this?
You don't have to use
that tone with me, Detective.
STABLER: Your real
name is Denise Cormier.
So what?
Well, on the
certificate of marriage,
it says Denise Carlson.
Where are you going with this?
Your client lied about her name.
And because you lied,
your marriage to
Jessica Blaine is void.
Please, how many times do I have
to tell you about your tone of voice?
Oh, I'm sorry.
If my manners bother you, let
me use your real name for this.
Edward Crandall, you're under
arrest for conspiracy to commit murder,
attempted murder,
robbery and grand larceny.
If you're going to use his real
name, you better use Edwin Todd.
Excuse me?
What's this? Mrs.
Johansen's legal name change
to Denise Carlson before
she married Curtis Johansen.
It's Canadian.
How do I know
it's not a forgery?
Because that's a
copy we ordered from
the Registrar of
Records in Winnipeg,
where the original is on file.
Note the seal at the bottom.
So why'd you change
your name, Edwin?
Don't answer that.
Oh, come on, what's the harm?
Sorry. I'm gonna have to go
with my lawyer on that one.
How we doing? FIN:
We found the money,
courtesy of our
friends at the RCMP.
Five accounts in
Winnipeg Crown Bank
under the names of the vendors
that Todd wrote the checks to.
He's the signatory
on all the accounts.
Waited for the checks to clear,
then made cash withdrawals,
leaving each
account with $1,000.
So he gets the money out of the
country, then converts it to cash
so we can't trace
it any further.
This guy is good. Now
what about Denise?
Well, I can't find any accounts in her
names, but the RCMP is still looking.
I put a uniform
detail on Jessica,
just to be on the safe side.
Also got one on Todd and Denise
in case they decide
to cut their losses
and run back to Canada.
What the hell's this mean?
STABLER: What do you
got? It's a credit card statement
in the name of Edward Crandall.
Some hotel in Acapulco
a year and a half ago.
It's in Spanish.
Well, resorts are a great
place to pick up a mark.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
"Luna de miel"
means "honeymoon."
Son of a bitch.
Why would Ed and
Denise be staying
in the honeymoon
suite of that hotel?
We're not going to allow the
continued harassment of our clients.
Why are we here?
The honeymoon's over.
What does that mean?
It's in Spanish. You
want to clue us in?
Yeah, it's your clients'
Mexican marriage license.
I told you we should
have gotten a divorce.
Shut up, you stupid bitch.
You see, this is the last time
I'm gonna take care of you.
It was all his idea.
And they can't prove any of it
if you keep your trap shut.
What's the matter, Counselors,
you didn't know they
were married to each other?
CABOT: Unless you can
produce divorce papers
preceding your clients'
respective weddings
to Jessica Blaine
and Curtis Johansen,
it's as if those
marriages never existed.
No. Jessica needs me.
You see, I do
everything for her.
She's not going to
testify against me.
Mrs. Blaine.
No.
Her last name is Todd.
Now you know my wife is ill.
You have no right
to bring her here.
Hi, sweetie, you
should be resting.
Sit down, you bastard.
You know what?
This was all a mistake.
Yes, I stole your money. She was
only supposed to take your watch.
You weren't
supposed to get hurt.
You're upset.
We need to get away,
just you and me, huh?
Anywhere you want to go.
The only place
you're going is to hell.