Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Tangled - full transcript
When arriving party guests find a prominent doctor murdered and his wife raped, the investigation starts with his estranged son and a former patient, then moves to his mistress and her neighbor.
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.
Oh, God, how old
is Peyton anyway?
Don't you dare ask.
What was that?
Peyton? Max?
Oh, wait, it might be a burglar.
We need a weapon.
Oh, we're armed.
Max. Max?
Max?
What's he doing?
Max!
Max?
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, Peyton!
It's okay. Thank you so much.
Friends came to set
up a surprise party.
Husband was supposed to
keep the wife out until 10:30.
What happened, they come
home early? Or they never left.
They had an 8:00
reservation at Alain Ducasse.
Call came in at 10:07.
What was our perp doing
with them for over two hours?
Putting on a show. Complete
with a captive audience.
Husband gets a front-row
viewing of his wife being raped.
She gets to watch
him get beaten to death.
Back door was open? Yeah.
Party guests said they heard
something crash in the kitchen.
Could be this beer bottle. Perp got
spooked when he heard them come in.
Left through the service door.
Yeah, but how'd he get in here?
Well, the lock wasn't jimmied.
Had a bag of spilled garbage out here.
- Could be a push-in.
Wife's probably only alive
'cause our guy got the munchies.
Preserve and voucher that
food for saliva and bite marks.
You're gonna want to get
this, too. Some birthday, huh?
Multiple orbital fractures,
clean breaks through the
zygoma, shattered mandible.
Seems your perp had a real
problem with the way this guy looked.
Pistol-whipped, huh?
A few dozen times.
Perp goes to the trouble of
bringing a semi-automatic with him,
why not just shoot the guy?
Where'd the fun be in that?
Well, how do you know it's a
semi? It leaves an L-shaped pattern.
See this rectangular outline?
Common among semi-automatic grips.
As opposed to revolvers,
which are rounded.
I don't suppose you can
narrow it down any further?
If you look closely, you'll see
the slip grip was cross-hatched.
Oh, it's a waffle pattern,
like a ping-pong paddle.
Exactly.
That distinct texture, coupled with
the size of the grip are consistent with,
here it is, a Ruger
P94, 9 millimeter.
She's good.
Victims have a pet?
Not that we know of.
Found some hairs in
the adhesive residue
on his skin from the duct tape.
Probably dog or cat.
This should make your job
easier, cut along the dotted line.
Most likely had bypass surgery
sometime within the last year.
Medical magic saves this guy from death,
only to make him suffer through this hell.
Max smelled tuna fish.
We were already running late,
but he insisted on taking it out.
If only he'd just left it.
We saw the bag
in the service hall.
When Max came back in, a man
in a ski mask had a gun to his head.
Can you describe him at all?
Height, weight?
Average. Eye color?
Then what happened?
Oh, he threw a roll
of duct tape at me.
He made me bind and gag Max.
I did it as loosely as I could.
But after he put me up
on the table, he re-did it.
He hit Max so many times.
Then he'd stop and rape me.
Max struggled so hard.
Then he'd beat Max again.
Oh, it seemed to
go on for hours,
but finally Max
stopped struggling.
There was a lockbox
broken into in the closet.
Can you tell us what was
in there? Just some cash.
$10,000 or $15,000.
And in your jewelry box?
All my grandmother's jewelry.
We'll need you to describe
those pieces to a sketch artist.
Now Mrs. Kleberg,
think very hard.
Did the man say anything
that would make you think
that he knew you
or your husband?
He didn't say one word
the entire time.
Had some trouble a while
back with a homeless guy,
kept sneaking in behind cars
as they entered the garage.
What'd you do with him?
Woke him up, kicked him out.
Seen him lately?
Not since management
sent tenants a notice,
"Look behind you
when you're coming in."
Your other two break-ins
occurred when tenants were out.
Must be a coincidence.
Wonder how the guy knew.
Oh, that's right, you
gave him the key.
You knew when they were
supposed to be gone, didn't you?
If you're looking
at me for this,
you must have gone to detective
school on a special yellow bus.
So I'm gonna help you
out here. You do that.
A while back, this guy comes looking
for the doctor, like, crazy, pissed.
You get his name?
No, it was months ago.
So I buzzed the doctor.
He got all nervous, said to
call the police if he didn't leave.
What was the guy's beef?
Said the doctor was a
mad scientist, ruined his life.
What kind of doctor
was that again? Urologist.
We're looking for
the Chief of Urology.
Dr. Karr, the two
detectives are here.
He'll just be a
minute. Thank you.
Lara? Right. How well
did you know Dr. Kleberg?
He was one of the
best surgeons here.
I still can't believe
he was murdered.
We heard he had a problem with
one of his patients earlier this year.
Might have caused
a scene? Oh, right.
The guy from the
doctor's clinical trials.
Clinical trials for what?
Impotency. BENSON:
You remember his name?
Martin something. I
can check the files.
Sorry to keep you
waiting. I'm Dr. Karr. Hi.
I've got a meeting in the north
wing. Do you mind walking with me?
Well, life doesn't make sense.
I thought we lost Max six
months ago with the CABG.
Cabbage? Coronary
Artery Bypass Graft.
Peyton was an angel,
nursed him back to health.
He was good as new.
No, better. More alive.
He specialized in impotency?
Well, a urologist's bread and butter is
prostate cancer, urethral dysfunctions,
congenital anomalies,
kidney transplants.
Max specialized in
sexual dysfunctions,
incontinence, penile implants
and, of course, impotence.
Now, we understand that Dr. Kleberg
was testing new treatments in that area.
An impotency cream,
a nitric-oxide analog.
It's a novel delivery system to create
vasospasm at the base of the penis
to keep the corpus
cavernosum engorged.
An erection. Precisely.
Viagra was the
fastest-selling drug in history,
so you can imagine
the interest in this one.
So how rich was Dr. Kleberg gonna
be once that got FDA approved?
Oh, it doesn't work that way.
All Max got was a
minimal finder's fee
for every patient he
brought into the trial.
Now, we understand that he had
at least one dissatisfied customer.
First name Martin?
I'm sorry, I can't comment on that
case. Medical case or legal case?
It's our policy not to
comment on either.
Now, if you'll excuse
me, this is my meeting.
Wait. If you know something
that will help us find Kleberg's killer,
you're gonna need to tell us.
Look, all I can say is the
participants in Max's trials
suffered extreme
physical impotence.
Men out of options before
they ever walked in here.
Sounded like someone
with something to hide.
Yeah. I say we have Cabot
see a judge about getting past it.
I found the file. His last
name is Welker. Martin Welker.
I made copies for
you. Thank you.
Power. Control. Humiliation.
He shows all the outward
features of sadistic behavior.
We're talking sexual sadist? He
needed to inflict pain for excitement.
He raped her in front of the
husband he spent a good long time
beating to death.
How's that for pain?
This guy took
periodic snack breaks.
A cold predator who
feels in complete control.
He never said a word
the entire two hours.
Well, it could be
fear of detection,
especially if he's
known to these people.
Or sensory deprivation.
His victims need to look for cues
of what to do in order to survive,
and he never gives them a one. He
knows that it's gonna intensify the terror.
Sociopath.
You're looking for someone who has a
history of violating the rights of others,
who's numb to the world, who
has aggressive sex, drugs, fights.
Captain. Join the party.
What do you got?
Martin's file, theirs and ours.
He participated in the
hospital's trial for impotency.
He stopped abruptly
in the 12th week when...
He was arrested by Brooklyn
SVU for attempted rape.
Attacked a woman in
the subway, 30 years old.
And then he bashed in the skulls
of two guys who tried to help her.
Aggressive sex, fighting,
violating the rights of others.
Pay him a visit.
Martin Welker? What do you want?
Why the long puss? Dr. Kleberg's
dead. Your problems are solved.
Oh, no, no. That wasn't
me. Didn't say it was.
Must be your guilty conscience
speaking. Where were you Tuesday night?
I was at group.
What kind of group?
What are you,
12-stepper, AA, NA?
No "A." Group therapy. I
keep things bottled up. Ulcers.
Quiet guys are the most
dangerous. Loner, keeps to himself.
Yeah. One day he
explodes on the subway.
Suddenly he's up for attempted
rape, assault and battery.
Oh, no. That wasn't my fault.
Kleberg never told me
about the side effects.
Before the cream, I couldn't
even talk to a woman.
That's why when you
were raping Mrs. Kleberg,
you never made a peep?
I don't know what you
guys are talking about.
Doctor Rise-and-Shine ruined your
life. You spent six months in prison.
Now the only job you can
get is cleaning up pigeon crap.
All he had to do was tell
the jury that it was the cream,
that it wasn't me.
But he wouldn't do it, would
he? He sat up there and he lied.
He said that I have
violent tendencies,
that it had nothing to
do with the medication.
Somebody had to pay though,
didn't they, Martin? We checked.
We know you filed lawsuits against the
hospital and the pharmaceutical company.
But you didn't file against
Dr. Kleberg. What's up with that?
My lawyer said he
was judgment-proof.
What does he mean by that?
Son-of-a-bitch didn't
have a penny to his name.
So the doctor was broke?
Well, it's much more
complicated than that.
So is subpoenaing records, but
we'll do it. Dr. Kleberg's, yours.
Max had a heart condition.
Even before his bypass, no medical
malpractice company would cover him.
And he wanted to continue
practicing medicine,
but to do so, he had
to protect his assets.
I recommended he move
everything into Peyton's name.
It was completely legal.
What kind of money are we
talking about? All told, $5 million.
That's a lot of hidden assets.
Anybody else looking for them?
No one who could
be involved in this.
Why don't you just run it
by us, let us be the judge?
Well, Max had a little
trouble with his son.
I didn't know he had a son.
Jesse. From
Max's first marriage.
We had to cut
off his trust fund.
When was this? Last week.
Why? Again, it's complicated.
Max and Jesse have been estranged
for years ever since he married Peyton.
Why'd he cut him off?
Well, Jesse broke into
the co-op a few weeks ago,
and Max caught him trying to
steal his stepmother's jewelry.
I'm sorry you had to
come all the way out here.
I'm inconveniencing
so many people.
I couldn't face going home yet.
Please, we understand.
Mrs. Kleberg, what can you
tell us about your stepson?
Jesse? Mmm-hmm.
I haven't seen him
in several years.
What about him? Well, he
didn't go to his father's funeral.
No.
We understand that he broke into
your apartment a few weeks ago.
He didn't break
in. He has a key.
There's been an estrangement,
but he has always been welcome.
Well, you can't be thinking... He
did try to steal your jewelry before.
It wasn't Jesse.
Your attacker wore a ski
mask and he never spoke.
No! STABLER: Your
husband had just cut off
his trust fund. Only until he
could learn to be responsible.
You know, kids in
college, they mismanage.
He wouldn't do something
like that. He is Max's son.
Mrs. Kleberg, you said that your
attacker was of average height and build.
How would you describe Jesse?
How's Jesse
adapting to dorm life?
At least here his Gestapo stepdad
isn't searching through his things,
violating his basic
human rights.
Taking a civics course
this semester, are we?
I'm applying at Stanford Law, after
which I plan on working for the ACLU.
Civil liberties,
good. Lawyers, bad.
Hate to think Jesse was alone when he
heard about what happened to his dad.
Happen to know
where he was that night?
I think you gained access
under false pretenses.
Why don't you just
leave a card for Jesse?
Why, Jesse got
something to hide?
No. Not that you even
have a right to ask.
Actually, the first amendment
gives him the right to ask.
The fifth amendment gives
you the right not to answer.
And just what do you think I'd
be incriminating myself about?
Let's say you had knowledge of stolen
goods being stored here, accessory.
What? Illegal
substances, possession.
I don't do drugs,
neither does Jesse.
Right. Well, if he's not snorting his
family fortune, where's it all going?
Last call for the third
race... Last call. There he is.
All right.
$500 Perfecta on the 2-5
box and a $500 straight.
I'm sorry, can I see
some ID, please? What?
Do you have ID on you?
Look, man, I've been betting
here all day. Not at this window, sir.
It's a minute till
post, all right?
Please step aside so
the gentleman can...
Stop jacking me around
and run my freaking bet!
Hey, what are you doing,
man? What... Saving you $1,000.
Salutation and Jake's
Delight are useless on turf.
It's okay. We got this.
Drugs, I get. But the ponies?
You really see that
leading to rape/homicide?
If he's a compulsive gambler
he lacks impulse control.
It's consistent with the degree
of overkill in your homicide.
Compulsive gambler? He's 18.
Almost six percent of kids
even younger than Jesse
have a serious gambling problem.
Well, that adds up. He started
stealing from his parents four years ago.
Probably playing lotteries,
betting on football pools.
Do you gamble, Elliot?
Only with birth control.
Kids who come from a
non-gambling environment
are less likely to become
gamblers themselves.
How likely are they to
rape their stepmothers?
Maybe tying into some feedback loop of
taking more risks, needing higher stakes?
No. That's unrelated
Oedipal complex.
But you know, studies
are looking to identify
the abnormal neurobiological
mechanisms in pathological gamblers.
Linked to violent behavior?
Well, nothing's cut-and-dried.
I'll know more after the interview.
High roller, huh?
How'd you start?
My parents made me.
Your parents forced
you to gamble?
My mom and stepmom
were both charity junkies.
Since when is charity
a game of chance?
Look, you know what the
biggest fundraising gimmick is?
Casino nights.
So they made
you bet until it hurt?
Look, my mom organized
the game since I was, like, 12.
She'd give me a bushel of
chips and say, "Go have fun."
It's just a short hop
from there to the OTB.
In high school, I would
make a poker game,
then it was road
trips to Atlantic City.
Well, you got to be 21
to get in those casinos.
I never had any trouble.
So how deep in
are you? $100,000.
Yeah, I got behind
with my bookie
and laid 50 grand
on the Giants game.
Probably gonna
have my legs broken.
This bookie, would he
go after your parents?
It's a first-name business. How
would he know who they were?
Jesse, why didn't you just
ask your parents for help?
I did.
After my dad caught
me breaking in. And?
And he didn't believe me.
Thought it was... He thought it was
drugs, just like my freaking stepdad.
You know, people are gonna hurt
me, and he wouldn't give me a dime.
Where were you
Tuesday night, Jesse?
What? Oh, you guys are crazy.
You went back for the money.
You got even with your dad.
No. No, no, no! No.
I'm Jesse's attorney.
This interview stops now.
Hey, Jesse never asked for a
lawyer. Who called in the dragon lady?
Mother. Who, Peyton?
Nope, the biological mother.
She's in with the Captain.
More good news. Martin
Welker, the disgruntled patient,
DNA cleared him.
Captain Cragen, I put Max
Kleberg through medical school,
and as soon as that bastard
became a doctor, he deserted us.
From his grave, he's
still hurting Jesse.
Detectives, this is Marilyn
Dunlap, Jesse's mother.
These are... The two
that arrested my son.
Do you have any idea how much money
I give to that Police Athletic League?
Ma'am, if this was a traffic
citation, we'd probably let it slide,
but it's a rape/homicide.
It's false arrest.
Nobody's been arrested.
We're just talking to him.
He had nothing to do with it.
Mrs. Dunlap, I'm sure that
you know more than anyone
how much resentment
your son had for his father.
He had 18 years to deal with
the fact that he had a rotten father,
and if this is about resentment,
you should be talking to Peyton.
Hers was good and raw.
What kind of resentment?
Ever since Max's heart attack,
he'd been nailing just
about anything that moved.
Did Peyton know?
She knew when I ran into her at the
Covenant House fundraiser last month. Yes.
Well, how did she
find out? I told her.
Did you give her names?
Look, I don't have anything
against them, just Max.
That's very noble, but we're
still gonna need that list.
Well, I know for a fact that he
was doing his boss's secretary.
A doctor smiles at you around here,
people make a soap opera out of it.
Oh, so you weren't
having an affair?
After the operation, Max
was a different person.
He was like a teenager, you
know? He was funny and sexy and...
It was a fling. Fling.
When did it end?
Months ago. But
we stayed friends.
If there was anything I could
do to help find his killer I would.
That's why I gave you
that file. Well, it wasn't him.
So if you still wanna help us,
why don't you start by telling us
who he was sleeping with
at the time he was killed?
You make him sound
so dirty. It wasn't like that.
So how was it?
There was a month after his
recovery where he went a little crazy.
Who was he crazy
with, after you?
Judy Trahill in Radiology.
I'm a married woman. Well,
your husband the jealous type?
If he cared enough about me to
kill, I wouldn't have cheated on him.
Is that why Dr. Kleberg cheated on
his wife? 'Cause she didn't care enough?
Just the reverse. She cared
too much. How do you do that?
During the two months
he was recuperating,
she nursed him, bathed him,
waited on him hand and foot.
He felt like an invalid. The only
thing he wanted to do was live.
So you two did some living.
One weekend. Six months ago.
Okay, so who was next on
his rounds? A nurse in Neonatal,
but it was over before
anything really happened.
Clinical exhaustion.
Peyton made a surprise
visit, caught them flirting.
What'd she do?
Bitch-slapped the nurse.
So the doctor has an operation where
they apparently give him a wandering heart,
after which he sows the gross
national product in wild oats.
Two months and then
the trail stops cold.
Think he mended his evil ways?
I think after his close call, he
learned how to cover his tracks.
Speaking of tracks, we've
been following the wrong one.
Jesse all too willingly
volunteered a DNA sample.
He's not our guy.
Close the door and
open the window.
LUDs to the doctor's cell phone
and last month, he got about
1,000 minutes to one number.
Lara Todd. Boss's secretary.
She told us their affair ended
months ago, just like the others.
Well, I doubt he was calling
her at home for urine results.
Go talk to her.
Ten will get you 20 if she claims
he just called to cry on her shoulder.
Good friends, my ass.
That's blood, Olivia.
It's fresh.
Door's open.
Lara?
Lara, you in there?
Oh, my God!
Hey.
How you doing?
I've been better.
Lara, do you know
who did this to you? No.
Can you describe him at all?
I don't know. I never saw his
face. He was wearing a mask.
Tell me what happened.
I was just coming in
the door from work,
and he pushed in behind me.
I closed my eyes
and tried to go someplace
else and when he finished,
I thought, "Thank
God, I got through it."
But then he came back in
the room and started again.
Lara, if you want
us to catch him,
you're gonna have
to be straight with me.
I'm not making this up.
I was raped! I know that.
I'm talking about
seeing Dr. Kleberg.
I knew the papers would add it to the
story and make him seem all sleazy,
and he deserved
better than that.
Does his wife know about you?
Not until the very end.
She showed up at
my apartment building
and said that if I
didn't stop seeing Max,
she would ruin both our lives.
And when was this?
Three days before
Max was killed.
We might have a
problem with Peyton.
- Peyton the rape victim?
- Peyton the wronged wife.
She'd just found out that
Max was still seeing Lara Todd.
Tracked her down and
threatened her. Crime of passion.
I could buy it if Mrs.
Kleberg hadn't been bound,
gagged and raped
for over two hours.
Let's not forget
the Miller case.
Phony rape at the Thorpe
Palace so she could sue the hotel.
Dr. Kleberg and his mistress
were beaten to a pulp.
Peyton suffered only
relatively minor battery.
Which is odd, it
being the same perp.
Lara's rape kit isn't back
yet. How do we know for sure?
The crime lab compared the scenes
and found cat hairs on all the victims.
The color patterns are
consistent with a tabby.
Great. So we're looking
for a guy with a cat?
All right. Has any
of Peyton's jewelry
surfaced at any of the
pawn shops we've checked?
Not a blip.
Well, this is heirloom
stuff, right? Very distinctive.
But if she staged this as a
robbery, she probably still has it.
Well, her apartment
is still a crime scene.
Why don't we just
go poke around?
Because the type of attorney
Mrs. Kleberg can afford
would have anything
we found there thrown out
before his morning squash game.
We do this one by the book. We
don't have enough for a warrant.
So we go fishing. Have Cabot
pull his financials and grab a pole.
These are all their accounts and holdings.
- Thanks.
The worst things
happen to the best people.
You knew the Klebergs?
Peyton and I sit on a few
of the same committees.
Please let me know if there's
anything I can do to help.
She has a safety deposit box.
Maybe she stashed the jewelry in there.
Subpoena doesn't cover that.
Excuse me, Mrs. Thurman? Yes?
Do you keep an entry log
for the safe deposit boxes?
Yes, of course.
Could you check and see when
the Kleberg's was opened last?
I don't have to. Peyton was in
a few days before it happened.
For what?
She took out her Tiffany diamond
necklace and ring. Stunning.
Has she been here since? No.
How do you know what
she took out? We talked.
Max wanted her to wear it to
the Fire and Ice Ball next week.
Really? Yeah. It's so sad.
It was going to be their first major
event together since his surgery.
I don't get it. If she was planning
this, why take the jewelry out?
Ever hear of insurance
fraud? She's stinking rich.
Even before her husband died,
all the money was in her name.
You can never be
too thin or too rich.
Especially when you
take out chunks like that.
$10,000, eight days
before it happened. In cash.
Could be enough for a hit man.
Let's just hope it's
enough for a warrant.
Detectives. Come in.
This is a warrant allowing
us to search your apartment.
A warrant? Why do you
need to search my home?
I'm sorry. I have to ask
you not to disturb anything.
But I don't understand.
What are you looking for?
Stay with Mrs. Kleberg until
we're through. Thank you.
Hey. Breadbox rule.
They look so happy.
If a container could not
possibly hold the item in question,
you are prohibited from
examining it. This is last New Year's.
Do any marriages last?
I don't know, but the
warrant only covers jewelry.
God, you've been married
for 17 years, haven't you?
Stop. Sorry.
No, stop looking.
Try smoking this.
We're going this
way, Mrs. Kleberg.
What is that woman doing here?
Did I do okay? You did great.
She looks crazy, didn't she?
They stormed into
my home, tore it apart.
I apologize if you or your property
were in any way mistreated.
They treated me like a criminal!
If you were almost anybody else,
you would have been arrested
for insurance fraud on the spot.
Let's just clear
things up. Okay.
How did your jewelry
wind up in the cigar box?
I don't know.
You'll excuse my being blunt, but that
really doesn't clear up anything at all.
I don't know how it got
there. But it's my jewelry.
Why is it any concern of yours?
It became our concern
when you filed a false claim.
I didn't file a
claim for anything.
Our business manager
takes care of those things.
Mrs. Kleberg...
And I don't understand why
Lara Todd is sitting out there.
She was raped.
We believe by the same man who
raped you and killed your husband.
What?
You withdrew
$10,000 on the 23rd.
Can you tell me
what that was for?
Even for you, that's a large sum of
money. Why did you need it in cash?
So Max wouldn't know.
Wouldn't know what?
That I hired a
private investigator.
How do you think I
found out about Lara?
Ken Voltz?
You're blocking
my line of vision.
Where's your manners?
Aren't you gonna invite us in?
Look, I'm on the clock. Everything
I had on the case is in there.
You, by any chance,
own a cat, Mr. Voltz?
Two dogs, Jack Russells.
We were wondering if
Mrs. Kleberg didn't maybe
have a second job for
you, night of the 23rd?
I don't eliminate husbands, I
just put them in piping hot water.
You can account for your whereabouts
that night between 8:00 and 10:00?
I was following a guy out
to a little love nest in Jersey.
I keep toll receipts for tax
purposes if you'd like them.
How long were you on Kleberg?
Two weeks. Two days said
it all, but I like to be thorough.
Oh, damn it, almost
missed my guy.
Got a guy in the background of
two of these. Different locations.
He's eyeballing Max.
Like he's tracking him.
Have you seen this man before?
It's Vincent.
Is he a friend of yours? No,
he lives right below me in 4B.
Why do you have his picture? He
just came up during the investigation.
He a violent guy?
Vincent? No, he's harmless.
Maybe harmless Vincent
isn't as harmless as he looks.
We've been thinking Lara was attacked
because of her relationship with Max.
Now maybe Max was murdered
because of his connection to Lara.
She said the apartment
right under hers.
She said 4B, right?
Vincent.
Yeah? Hey, what's your name?
Chloe, get back inside.
That's a cute cat. Could
we ask you a few questions?
No.
Vincent Boyd is a former guest
of the state. Robbery and assault.
He lives directly below Lara
Todd, our second rape victim.
Who was the mistress
of the late Dr. Kleberg.
Husband to rape
victim number one.
Peyton, the one with motive but
no direct connection to Vincent.
Well, we do have Peyton in Lara's
building, also Vincent's building,
three days before the murder.
So what, she bumps
into him on the elevator
and hires him to off her husband
and mess up the mistress?
Well, the rape kits came back. The
same man who raped Lara raped Peyton.
All right, let's set Peyton
aside for a minute, here.
Is there any chance that there was a
relationship between Lara and Vincent?
Well, she says that
she barely knew him.
But, you know, only
to pass in the hall.
Could've been a committed
relationship in his mind.
How many times have we
seen that behavior with stalkers?
Vincent sees the doctor
making house calls,
thinks he's been wronged
and seeks revenge.
Yeah. And Peyton gets
caught in the crossfire.
So what about the food
at the Klebergs? Right?
Was there any
DNA from the saliva?
There wasn't any. Crime lab says
he didn't take bites. He tore pieces off.
Lot of arrows you got up there.
But no way to connect Vincent.
Well, you know who does
connect with everybody?
Cleo.
Tabby hairs were
found on all three victims.
- And Vincent owns a tabby.
- Circumstantial.
You can't prove the hairs
came from Vincent's cat.
All his attorney has to do is parade
50 tabbies through the courtroom.
He's still got reasonable doubt.
Well, if we got the
DNA from the damn cat,
would that be enough
to get Vincent's?
Sure, but New York State doesn't
have that kind of technology.
In fact, I only know of two
cases in the entire United States
where they've used cat DNA.
What do you say
we make it three?
If Vincent comes back,
buzz us. I don't see no cat.
That doesn't mean anything. They're
freaky little creatures. They lurk.
Well, keep looking. I'm
gonna check in on Lara.
Here pussy, pussy,
pussy. You're kidding, right?
This is not my
area of expertise.
Oh, come on. Where is this cat?
There you are, you demonic little
fur-ball. Come here, sweetheart.
That's a good kitty.
What happened? Nothing.
Nothing. Those are fresh
bruises. I'm fine, really.
Lara, we know what's going on. If you
don't work with us, we can't help you.
There's nothing to help
me with. You were raped.
Now we know about Vincent.
Everywhere you go, there he is.
He's very possessive, isn't he?
Lara, we don't think
that you're safe here.
Is there anyone,
anywhere that you can stay?
No. I don't have anyone.
I know a women's shelter
near where you work.
I'm gonna take you there. Okay?
Okay.
Are you the zoological geneticist?
This had been a royal pain.
Do you realize we had to
have special panels FedExed
from a genomic lab in Maryland?
No, but we appreciate
it. Are we close? Almost.
But you will be
able to tell us today
whether or not the
hairs came from Cleo?
Do you have any idea what
you're asking? For starters, it's a cat.
So right there, we're not using
the standard 13-marker test.
So you can't get it?
No, I got it. It's your cat.
Pick up Vincent, I'll
bootstrap a warrant.
Go ahead.
Lara?
Just put down the gun,
honey. Put down the gun.
I shot him. BENSON:
I see can that, Lara.
I just need you to hand
me that gun, all right?
I had to. He wouldn't stop.
It's okay now. Lara,
the gun, all right?
Got it?
Ruger P94.
I moved in three
years ago all by myself.
I didn't think I could
carry up one more box
when Vincent came over
and started helping me.
After that, he was just always
there. It became romantic?
I told him I just wanted to be
friends, but he was so persistent
and sweet. He wore me down.
He didn't stay too sweet.
I came home late from work one
day and he'd burned my clothes.
Why? He accused me of cheating.
Said I was a whore,
then started hitting me.
Why didn't you report him?
He apologized, swore it
would never happen again,
promised to make it up to me.
He said I was the most
beautiful girl in the world.
But then he did it again.
I don't know how many times.
Were you two together
when you started seeing Max?
Vincent punished me for two
years of infidelities I never committed.
I thanked God when I found Max.
How'd Vincent feel about that?
He followed me everywhere.
He had a key.
He'd come into my apartment
in the middle of the night.
But I was finally strong enough,
because of Max, to say no.
Why didn't you get
out of that building?
Max was just about
to leave Peyton.
We were gonna
get a place together.
Vincent came into my apartment that night
and told me we could be together again.
Max was dead.
Lara, why didn't
you call the police?
You don't know
Vincent. He'd kill me.
No matter where I went, he would
find me and kill me like he killed Max.
You were at the
shelter. You were safe.
Why did you go back? He was
waiting for me outside the shelter.
I couldn't believe he
found me there, too.
He must have followed us.
But I don't understand. Why
did you go back to the apartment?
He forced me.
He started to rape me again,
and I couldn't let it keep happening.
I made it to his gun
and shot him.
Classic battered woman syndrome.
Yeah, but there's a hitch.
She's got the numbness, the
low self-esteem, the fatalism,
and the physical injuries
kind of speak for themselves.
What's the hitch? It's
not clear-cut self-defense.
She shot the man
that killed her lover.
A jury could very easily
see that as an act of revenge.
She was beaten,
raped and terrorized.
In her mind there was no escape.
Look, if she had shot him in her
own apartment during the rape,
we wouldn't even have
to have this conversation.
As it stands now, all we've got
is he-said she-said, he's dead.
Battered women
rarely report abuse.
They are conditioned to believe
that no one's gonna help them.
Okay, I want to be able to
close this in good conscience.
Build me a case against Vincent
that would put him away
for life if he weren't dead.
Yeah.
Munch.
Forensics came back on the Ruger.
They found Vincent's prints all over it.
They took it apart and found
some of Dr. Kleberg's skin
embedded under the grip screw.
Lab work back?
Vincent's DNA matches the fluids
from Peyton and Lara's rape kits.
All that's missing is the bow.
I want you to go back
over Vincent's apartment.
For the bow? Yep.
I don't know what he
expects us to find in here.
CSU's already been through
it with a microscope, literally.
Diaries, journals,
pictures, letters.
Yeah, CSU would never
look for anything like that.
They missed this.
Triple-X porn. How's
that apply? Open it up.
Commercial jacket,
home-made video. Bag it.
They said I had to sign
something? Yeah. Come in.
This is the statement
you gave to police.
I just need you to review it, make
sure it's accurate and sign it right there.
Okay.
Is that it? No. Actually,
there's one more thing.
Sure.
Come on, Vincent.
If you won't do it for
me, do it for the $15,000.
That doctor's wife, right? So?
Why don't you
want to be with me?
Look, if you don't have the
balls to do it... No, no, no.
No, I'll do it. Good.
You need to be waiting at his
service door at 7:45. Get there early.
You didn't know he
made that video, did you?
He loved you, but
he didn't trust you.
I was in love with Max. Vincent
was only supposed to kill Peyton.
There never was any relationship
with Vincent, was there?
He followed me
around like a puppy dog.
He'd do anything for me, but
he wasn't supposed to kill Max.
Why did you stage
your own rape? I didn't.
Once he killed Max, he owned
me. I couldn't go to the police.
Rape by blackmail?
Do you have any idea
how horrible it was?
A jealous psychopath
killed the love of my life,
and I couldn't even
go to the police!
Sweetheart, the reason that
you couldn't go to the police
is because you're
the one that hired him.
That wasn't my idea.
Where do you think
I got the $15,000?
And who do you
think hid the jewelry?
It was Max.
Once Peyton was dead,
he was gonna marry me.
How could Max be
with somebody like that?
It was the heart
attack. It changed him.
But things were finally
getting back to normal.
He broke it off with
her after I found out.
That's why she had
him killed, isn't it?
Mrs. Kleberg...
I'm so sorry, but your husband
planned this whole thing.
Oh, that doesn't make any sense.
Why would Max set up his own
death? He wasn't supposed to die.
You were.
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.
Oh, God, how old
is Peyton anyway?
Don't you dare ask.
What was that?
Peyton? Max?
Oh, wait, it might be a burglar.
We need a weapon.
Oh, we're armed.
Max. Max?
Max?
What's he doing?
Max!
Max?
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, Peyton!
It's okay. Thank you so much.
Friends came to set
up a surprise party.
Husband was supposed to
keep the wife out until 10:30.
What happened, they come
home early? Or they never left.
They had an 8:00
reservation at Alain Ducasse.
Call came in at 10:07.
What was our perp doing
with them for over two hours?
Putting on a show. Complete
with a captive audience.
Husband gets a front-row
viewing of his wife being raped.
She gets to watch
him get beaten to death.
Back door was open? Yeah.
Party guests said they heard
something crash in the kitchen.
Could be this beer bottle. Perp got
spooked when he heard them come in.
Left through the service door.
Yeah, but how'd he get in here?
Well, the lock wasn't jimmied.
Had a bag of spilled garbage out here.
- Could be a push-in.
Wife's probably only alive
'cause our guy got the munchies.
Preserve and voucher that
food for saliva and bite marks.
You're gonna want to get
this, too. Some birthday, huh?
Multiple orbital fractures,
clean breaks through the
zygoma, shattered mandible.
Seems your perp had a real
problem with the way this guy looked.
Pistol-whipped, huh?
A few dozen times.
Perp goes to the trouble of
bringing a semi-automatic with him,
why not just shoot the guy?
Where'd the fun be in that?
Well, how do you know it's a
semi? It leaves an L-shaped pattern.
See this rectangular outline?
Common among semi-automatic grips.
As opposed to revolvers,
which are rounded.
I don't suppose you can
narrow it down any further?
If you look closely, you'll see
the slip grip was cross-hatched.
Oh, it's a waffle pattern,
like a ping-pong paddle.
Exactly.
That distinct texture, coupled with
the size of the grip are consistent with,
here it is, a Ruger
P94, 9 millimeter.
She's good.
Victims have a pet?
Not that we know of.
Found some hairs in
the adhesive residue
on his skin from the duct tape.
Probably dog or cat.
This should make your job
easier, cut along the dotted line.
Most likely had bypass surgery
sometime within the last year.
Medical magic saves this guy from death,
only to make him suffer through this hell.
Max smelled tuna fish.
We were already running late,
but he insisted on taking it out.
If only he'd just left it.
We saw the bag
in the service hall.
When Max came back in, a man
in a ski mask had a gun to his head.
Can you describe him at all?
Height, weight?
Average. Eye color?
Then what happened?
Oh, he threw a roll
of duct tape at me.
He made me bind and gag Max.
I did it as loosely as I could.
But after he put me up
on the table, he re-did it.
He hit Max so many times.
Then he'd stop and rape me.
Max struggled so hard.
Then he'd beat Max again.
Oh, it seemed to
go on for hours,
but finally Max
stopped struggling.
There was a lockbox
broken into in the closet.
Can you tell us what was
in there? Just some cash.
$10,000 or $15,000.
And in your jewelry box?
All my grandmother's jewelry.
We'll need you to describe
those pieces to a sketch artist.
Now Mrs. Kleberg,
think very hard.
Did the man say anything
that would make you think
that he knew you
or your husband?
He didn't say one word
the entire time.
Had some trouble a while
back with a homeless guy,
kept sneaking in behind cars
as they entered the garage.
What'd you do with him?
Woke him up, kicked him out.
Seen him lately?
Not since management
sent tenants a notice,
"Look behind you
when you're coming in."
Your other two break-ins
occurred when tenants were out.
Must be a coincidence.
Wonder how the guy knew.
Oh, that's right, you
gave him the key.
You knew when they were
supposed to be gone, didn't you?
If you're looking
at me for this,
you must have gone to detective
school on a special yellow bus.
So I'm gonna help you
out here. You do that.
A while back, this guy comes looking
for the doctor, like, crazy, pissed.
You get his name?
No, it was months ago.
So I buzzed the doctor.
He got all nervous, said to
call the police if he didn't leave.
What was the guy's beef?
Said the doctor was a
mad scientist, ruined his life.
What kind of doctor
was that again? Urologist.
We're looking for
the Chief of Urology.
Dr. Karr, the two
detectives are here.
He'll just be a
minute. Thank you.
Lara? Right. How well
did you know Dr. Kleberg?
He was one of the
best surgeons here.
I still can't believe
he was murdered.
We heard he had a problem with
one of his patients earlier this year.
Might have caused
a scene? Oh, right.
The guy from the
doctor's clinical trials.
Clinical trials for what?
Impotency. BENSON:
You remember his name?
Martin something. I
can check the files.
Sorry to keep you
waiting. I'm Dr. Karr. Hi.
I've got a meeting in the north
wing. Do you mind walking with me?
Well, life doesn't make sense.
I thought we lost Max six
months ago with the CABG.
Cabbage? Coronary
Artery Bypass Graft.
Peyton was an angel,
nursed him back to health.
He was good as new.
No, better. More alive.
He specialized in impotency?
Well, a urologist's bread and butter is
prostate cancer, urethral dysfunctions,
congenital anomalies,
kidney transplants.
Max specialized in
sexual dysfunctions,
incontinence, penile implants
and, of course, impotence.
Now, we understand that Dr. Kleberg
was testing new treatments in that area.
An impotency cream,
a nitric-oxide analog.
It's a novel delivery system to create
vasospasm at the base of the penis
to keep the corpus
cavernosum engorged.
An erection. Precisely.
Viagra was the
fastest-selling drug in history,
so you can imagine
the interest in this one.
So how rich was Dr. Kleberg gonna
be once that got FDA approved?
Oh, it doesn't work that way.
All Max got was a
minimal finder's fee
for every patient he
brought into the trial.
Now, we understand that he had
at least one dissatisfied customer.
First name Martin?
I'm sorry, I can't comment on that
case. Medical case or legal case?
It's our policy not to
comment on either.
Now, if you'll excuse
me, this is my meeting.
Wait. If you know something
that will help us find Kleberg's killer,
you're gonna need to tell us.
Look, all I can say is the
participants in Max's trials
suffered extreme
physical impotence.
Men out of options before
they ever walked in here.
Sounded like someone
with something to hide.
Yeah. I say we have Cabot
see a judge about getting past it.
I found the file. His last
name is Welker. Martin Welker.
I made copies for
you. Thank you.
Power. Control. Humiliation.
He shows all the outward
features of sadistic behavior.
We're talking sexual sadist? He
needed to inflict pain for excitement.
He raped her in front of the
husband he spent a good long time
beating to death.
How's that for pain?
This guy took
periodic snack breaks.
A cold predator who
feels in complete control.
He never said a word
the entire two hours.
Well, it could be
fear of detection,
especially if he's
known to these people.
Or sensory deprivation.
His victims need to look for cues
of what to do in order to survive,
and he never gives them a one. He
knows that it's gonna intensify the terror.
Sociopath.
You're looking for someone who has a
history of violating the rights of others,
who's numb to the world, who
has aggressive sex, drugs, fights.
Captain. Join the party.
What do you got?
Martin's file, theirs and ours.
He participated in the
hospital's trial for impotency.
He stopped abruptly
in the 12th week when...
He was arrested by Brooklyn
SVU for attempted rape.
Attacked a woman in
the subway, 30 years old.
And then he bashed in the skulls
of two guys who tried to help her.
Aggressive sex, fighting,
violating the rights of others.
Pay him a visit.
Martin Welker? What do you want?
Why the long puss? Dr. Kleberg's
dead. Your problems are solved.
Oh, no, no. That wasn't
me. Didn't say it was.
Must be your guilty conscience
speaking. Where were you Tuesday night?
I was at group.
What kind of group?
What are you,
12-stepper, AA, NA?
No "A." Group therapy. I
keep things bottled up. Ulcers.
Quiet guys are the most
dangerous. Loner, keeps to himself.
Yeah. One day he
explodes on the subway.
Suddenly he's up for attempted
rape, assault and battery.
Oh, no. That wasn't my fault.
Kleberg never told me
about the side effects.
Before the cream, I couldn't
even talk to a woman.
That's why when you
were raping Mrs. Kleberg,
you never made a peep?
I don't know what you
guys are talking about.
Doctor Rise-and-Shine ruined your
life. You spent six months in prison.
Now the only job you can
get is cleaning up pigeon crap.
All he had to do was tell
the jury that it was the cream,
that it wasn't me.
But he wouldn't do it, would
he? He sat up there and he lied.
He said that I have
violent tendencies,
that it had nothing to
do with the medication.
Somebody had to pay though,
didn't they, Martin? We checked.
We know you filed lawsuits against the
hospital and the pharmaceutical company.
But you didn't file against
Dr. Kleberg. What's up with that?
My lawyer said he
was judgment-proof.
What does he mean by that?
Son-of-a-bitch didn't
have a penny to his name.
So the doctor was broke?
Well, it's much more
complicated than that.
So is subpoenaing records, but
we'll do it. Dr. Kleberg's, yours.
Max had a heart condition.
Even before his bypass, no medical
malpractice company would cover him.
And he wanted to continue
practicing medicine,
but to do so, he had
to protect his assets.
I recommended he move
everything into Peyton's name.
It was completely legal.
What kind of money are we
talking about? All told, $5 million.
That's a lot of hidden assets.
Anybody else looking for them?
No one who could
be involved in this.
Why don't you just run it
by us, let us be the judge?
Well, Max had a little
trouble with his son.
I didn't know he had a son.
Jesse. From
Max's first marriage.
We had to cut
off his trust fund.
When was this? Last week.
Why? Again, it's complicated.
Max and Jesse have been estranged
for years ever since he married Peyton.
Why'd he cut him off?
Well, Jesse broke into
the co-op a few weeks ago,
and Max caught him trying to
steal his stepmother's jewelry.
I'm sorry you had to
come all the way out here.
I'm inconveniencing
so many people.
I couldn't face going home yet.
Please, we understand.
Mrs. Kleberg, what can you
tell us about your stepson?
Jesse? Mmm-hmm.
I haven't seen him
in several years.
What about him? Well, he
didn't go to his father's funeral.
No.
We understand that he broke into
your apartment a few weeks ago.
He didn't break
in. He has a key.
There's been an estrangement,
but he has always been welcome.
Well, you can't be thinking... He
did try to steal your jewelry before.
It wasn't Jesse.
Your attacker wore a ski
mask and he never spoke.
No! STABLER: Your
husband had just cut off
his trust fund. Only until he
could learn to be responsible.
You know, kids in
college, they mismanage.
He wouldn't do something
like that. He is Max's son.
Mrs. Kleberg, you said that your
attacker was of average height and build.
How would you describe Jesse?
How's Jesse
adapting to dorm life?
At least here his Gestapo stepdad
isn't searching through his things,
violating his basic
human rights.
Taking a civics course
this semester, are we?
I'm applying at Stanford Law, after
which I plan on working for the ACLU.
Civil liberties,
good. Lawyers, bad.
Hate to think Jesse was alone when he
heard about what happened to his dad.
Happen to know
where he was that night?
I think you gained access
under false pretenses.
Why don't you just
leave a card for Jesse?
Why, Jesse got
something to hide?
No. Not that you even
have a right to ask.
Actually, the first amendment
gives him the right to ask.
The fifth amendment gives
you the right not to answer.
And just what do you think I'd
be incriminating myself about?
Let's say you had knowledge of stolen
goods being stored here, accessory.
What? Illegal
substances, possession.
I don't do drugs,
neither does Jesse.
Right. Well, if he's not snorting his
family fortune, where's it all going?
Last call for the third
race... Last call. There he is.
All right.
$500 Perfecta on the 2-5
box and a $500 straight.
I'm sorry, can I see
some ID, please? What?
Do you have ID on you?
Look, man, I've been betting
here all day. Not at this window, sir.
It's a minute till
post, all right?
Please step aside so
the gentleman can...
Stop jacking me around
and run my freaking bet!
Hey, what are you doing,
man? What... Saving you $1,000.
Salutation and Jake's
Delight are useless on turf.
It's okay. We got this.
Drugs, I get. But the ponies?
You really see that
leading to rape/homicide?
If he's a compulsive gambler
he lacks impulse control.
It's consistent with the degree
of overkill in your homicide.
Compulsive gambler? He's 18.
Almost six percent of kids
even younger than Jesse
have a serious gambling problem.
Well, that adds up. He started
stealing from his parents four years ago.
Probably playing lotteries,
betting on football pools.
Do you gamble, Elliot?
Only with birth control.
Kids who come from a
non-gambling environment
are less likely to become
gamblers themselves.
How likely are they to
rape their stepmothers?
Maybe tying into some feedback loop of
taking more risks, needing higher stakes?
No. That's unrelated
Oedipal complex.
But you know, studies
are looking to identify
the abnormal neurobiological
mechanisms in pathological gamblers.
Linked to violent behavior?
Well, nothing's cut-and-dried.
I'll know more after the interview.
High roller, huh?
How'd you start?
My parents made me.
Your parents forced
you to gamble?
My mom and stepmom
were both charity junkies.
Since when is charity
a game of chance?
Look, you know what the
biggest fundraising gimmick is?
Casino nights.
So they made
you bet until it hurt?
Look, my mom organized
the game since I was, like, 12.
She'd give me a bushel of
chips and say, "Go have fun."
It's just a short hop
from there to the OTB.
In high school, I would
make a poker game,
then it was road
trips to Atlantic City.
Well, you got to be 21
to get in those casinos.
I never had any trouble.
So how deep in
are you? $100,000.
Yeah, I got behind
with my bookie
and laid 50 grand
on the Giants game.
Probably gonna
have my legs broken.
This bookie, would he
go after your parents?
It's a first-name business. How
would he know who they were?
Jesse, why didn't you just
ask your parents for help?
I did.
After my dad caught
me breaking in. And?
And he didn't believe me.
Thought it was... He thought it was
drugs, just like my freaking stepdad.
You know, people are gonna hurt
me, and he wouldn't give me a dime.
Where were you
Tuesday night, Jesse?
What? Oh, you guys are crazy.
You went back for the money.
You got even with your dad.
No. No, no, no! No.
I'm Jesse's attorney.
This interview stops now.
Hey, Jesse never asked for a
lawyer. Who called in the dragon lady?
Mother. Who, Peyton?
Nope, the biological mother.
She's in with the Captain.
More good news. Martin
Welker, the disgruntled patient,
DNA cleared him.
Captain Cragen, I put Max
Kleberg through medical school,
and as soon as that bastard
became a doctor, he deserted us.
From his grave, he's
still hurting Jesse.
Detectives, this is Marilyn
Dunlap, Jesse's mother.
These are... The two
that arrested my son.
Do you have any idea how much money
I give to that Police Athletic League?
Ma'am, if this was a traffic
citation, we'd probably let it slide,
but it's a rape/homicide.
It's false arrest.
Nobody's been arrested.
We're just talking to him.
He had nothing to do with it.
Mrs. Dunlap, I'm sure that
you know more than anyone
how much resentment
your son had for his father.
He had 18 years to deal with
the fact that he had a rotten father,
and if this is about resentment,
you should be talking to Peyton.
Hers was good and raw.
What kind of resentment?
Ever since Max's heart attack,
he'd been nailing just
about anything that moved.
Did Peyton know?
She knew when I ran into her at the
Covenant House fundraiser last month. Yes.
Well, how did she
find out? I told her.
Did you give her names?
Look, I don't have anything
against them, just Max.
That's very noble, but we're
still gonna need that list.
Well, I know for a fact that he
was doing his boss's secretary.
A doctor smiles at you around here,
people make a soap opera out of it.
Oh, so you weren't
having an affair?
After the operation, Max
was a different person.
He was like a teenager, you
know? He was funny and sexy and...
It was a fling. Fling.
When did it end?
Months ago. But
we stayed friends.
If there was anything I could
do to help find his killer I would.
That's why I gave you
that file. Well, it wasn't him.
So if you still wanna help us,
why don't you start by telling us
who he was sleeping with
at the time he was killed?
You make him sound
so dirty. It wasn't like that.
So how was it?
There was a month after his
recovery where he went a little crazy.
Who was he crazy
with, after you?
Judy Trahill in Radiology.
I'm a married woman. Well,
your husband the jealous type?
If he cared enough about me to
kill, I wouldn't have cheated on him.
Is that why Dr. Kleberg cheated on
his wife? 'Cause she didn't care enough?
Just the reverse. She cared
too much. How do you do that?
During the two months
he was recuperating,
she nursed him, bathed him,
waited on him hand and foot.
He felt like an invalid. The only
thing he wanted to do was live.
So you two did some living.
One weekend. Six months ago.
Okay, so who was next on
his rounds? A nurse in Neonatal,
but it was over before
anything really happened.
Clinical exhaustion.
Peyton made a surprise
visit, caught them flirting.
What'd she do?
Bitch-slapped the nurse.
So the doctor has an operation where
they apparently give him a wandering heart,
after which he sows the gross
national product in wild oats.
Two months and then
the trail stops cold.
Think he mended his evil ways?
I think after his close call, he
learned how to cover his tracks.
Speaking of tracks, we've
been following the wrong one.
Jesse all too willingly
volunteered a DNA sample.
He's not our guy.
Close the door and
open the window.
LUDs to the doctor's cell phone
and last month, he got about
1,000 minutes to one number.
Lara Todd. Boss's secretary.
She told us their affair ended
months ago, just like the others.
Well, I doubt he was calling
her at home for urine results.
Go talk to her.
Ten will get you 20 if she claims
he just called to cry on her shoulder.
Good friends, my ass.
That's blood, Olivia.
It's fresh.
Door's open.
Lara?
Lara, you in there?
Oh, my God!
Hey.
How you doing?
I've been better.
Lara, do you know
who did this to you? No.
Can you describe him at all?
I don't know. I never saw his
face. He was wearing a mask.
Tell me what happened.
I was just coming in
the door from work,
and he pushed in behind me.
I closed my eyes
and tried to go someplace
else and when he finished,
I thought, "Thank
God, I got through it."
But then he came back in
the room and started again.
Lara, if you want
us to catch him,
you're gonna have
to be straight with me.
I'm not making this up.
I was raped! I know that.
I'm talking about
seeing Dr. Kleberg.
I knew the papers would add it to the
story and make him seem all sleazy,
and he deserved
better than that.
Does his wife know about you?
Not until the very end.
She showed up at
my apartment building
and said that if I
didn't stop seeing Max,
she would ruin both our lives.
And when was this?
Three days before
Max was killed.
We might have a
problem with Peyton.
- Peyton the rape victim?
- Peyton the wronged wife.
She'd just found out that
Max was still seeing Lara Todd.
Tracked her down and
threatened her. Crime of passion.
I could buy it if Mrs.
Kleberg hadn't been bound,
gagged and raped
for over two hours.
Let's not forget
the Miller case.
Phony rape at the Thorpe
Palace so she could sue the hotel.
Dr. Kleberg and his mistress
were beaten to a pulp.
Peyton suffered only
relatively minor battery.
Which is odd, it
being the same perp.
Lara's rape kit isn't back
yet. How do we know for sure?
The crime lab compared the scenes
and found cat hairs on all the victims.
The color patterns are
consistent with a tabby.
Great. So we're looking
for a guy with a cat?
All right. Has any
of Peyton's jewelry
surfaced at any of the
pawn shops we've checked?
Not a blip.
Well, this is heirloom
stuff, right? Very distinctive.
But if she staged this as a
robbery, she probably still has it.
Well, her apartment
is still a crime scene.
Why don't we just
go poke around?
Because the type of attorney
Mrs. Kleberg can afford
would have anything
we found there thrown out
before his morning squash game.
We do this one by the book. We
don't have enough for a warrant.
So we go fishing. Have Cabot
pull his financials and grab a pole.
These are all their accounts and holdings.
- Thanks.
The worst things
happen to the best people.
You knew the Klebergs?
Peyton and I sit on a few
of the same committees.
Please let me know if there's
anything I can do to help.
She has a safety deposit box.
Maybe she stashed the jewelry in there.
Subpoena doesn't cover that.
Excuse me, Mrs. Thurman? Yes?
Do you keep an entry log
for the safe deposit boxes?
Yes, of course.
Could you check and see when
the Kleberg's was opened last?
I don't have to. Peyton was in
a few days before it happened.
For what?
She took out her Tiffany diamond
necklace and ring. Stunning.
Has she been here since? No.
How do you know what
she took out? We talked.
Max wanted her to wear it to
the Fire and Ice Ball next week.
Really? Yeah. It's so sad.
It was going to be their first major
event together since his surgery.
I don't get it. If she was planning
this, why take the jewelry out?
Ever hear of insurance
fraud? She's stinking rich.
Even before her husband died,
all the money was in her name.
You can never be
too thin or too rich.
Especially when you
take out chunks like that.
$10,000, eight days
before it happened. In cash.
Could be enough for a hit man.
Let's just hope it's
enough for a warrant.
Detectives. Come in.
This is a warrant allowing
us to search your apartment.
A warrant? Why do you
need to search my home?
I'm sorry. I have to ask
you not to disturb anything.
But I don't understand.
What are you looking for?
Stay with Mrs. Kleberg until
we're through. Thank you.
Hey. Breadbox rule.
They look so happy.
If a container could not
possibly hold the item in question,
you are prohibited from
examining it. This is last New Year's.
Do any marriages last?
I don't know, but the
warrant only covers jewelry.
God, you've been married
for 17 years, haven't you?
Stop. Sorry.
No, stop looking.
Try smoking this.
We're going this
way, Mrs. Kleberg.
What is that woman doing here?
Did I do okay? You did great.
She looks crazy, didn't she?
They stormed into
my home, tore it apart.
I apologize if you or your property
were in any way mistreated.
They treated me like a criminal!
If you were almost anybody else,
you would have been arrested
for insurance fraud on the spot.
Let's just clear
things up. Okay.
How did your jewelry
wind up in the cigar box?
I don't know.
You'll excuse my being blunt, but that
really doesn't clear up anything at all.
I don't know how it got
there. But it's my jewelry.
Why is it any concern of yours?
It became our concern
when you filed a false claim.
I didn't file a
claim for anything.
Our business manager
takes care of those things.
Mrs. Kleberg...
And I don't understand why
Lara Todd is sitting out there.
She was raped.
We believe by the same man who
raped you and killed your husband.
What?
You withdrew
$10,000 on the 23rd.
Can you tell me
what that was for?
Even for you, that's a large sum of
money. Why did you need it in cash?
So Max wouldn't know.
Wouldn't know what?
That I hired a
private investigator.
How do you think I
found out about Lara?
Ken Voltz?
You're blocking
my line of vision.
Where's your manners?
Aren't you gonna invite us in?
Look, I'm on the clock. Everything
I had on the case is in there.
You, by any chance,
own a cat, Mr. Voltz?
Two dogs, Jack Russells.
We were wondering if
Mrs. Kleberg didn't maybe
have a second job for
you, night of the 23rd?
I don't eliminate husbands, I
just put them in piping hot water.
You can account for your whereabouts
that night between 8:00 and 10:00?
I was following a guy out
to a little love nest in Jersey.
I keep toll receipts for tax
purposes if you'd like them.
How long were you on Kleberg?
Two weeks. Two days said
it all, but I like to be thorough.
Oh, damn it, almost
missed my guy.
Got a guy in the background of
two of these. Different locations.
He's eyeballing Max.
Like he's tracking him.
Have you seen this man before?
It's Vincent.
Is he a friend of yours? No,
he lives right below me in 4B.
Why do you have his picture? He
just came up during the investigation.
He a violent guy?
Vincent? No, he's harmless.
Maybe harmless Vincent
isn't as harmless as he looks.
We've been thinking Lara was attacked
because of her relationship with Max.
Now maybe Max was murdered
because of his connection to Lara.
She said the apartment
right under hers.
She said 4B, right?
Vincent.
Yeah? Hey, what's your name?
Chloe, get back inside.
That's a cute cat. Could
we ask you a few questions?
No.
Vincent Boyd is a former guest
of the state. Robbery and assault.
He lives directly below Lara
Todd, our second rape victim.
Who was the mistress
of the late Dr. Kleberg.
Husband to rape
victim number one.
Peyton, the one with motive but
no direct connection to Vincent.
Well, we do have Peyton in Lara's
building, also Vincent's building,
three days before the murder.
So what, she bumps
into him on the elevator
and hires him to off her husband
and mess up the mistress?
Well, the rape kits came back. The
same man who raped Lara raped Peyton.
All right, let's set Peyton
aside for a minute, here.
Is there any chance that there was a
relationship between Lara and Vincent?
Well, she says that
she barely knew him.
But, you know, only
to pass in the hall.
Could've been a committed
relationship in his mind.
How many times have we
seen that behavior with stalkers?
Vincent sees the doctor
making house calls,
thinks he's been wronged
and seeks revenge.
Yeah. And Peyton gets
caught in the crossfire.
So what about the food
at the Klebergs? Right?
Was there any
DNA from the saliva?
There wasn't any. Crime lab says
he didn't take bites. He tore pieces off.
Lot of arrows you got up there.
But no way to connect Vincent.
Well, you know who does
connect with everybody?
Cleo.
Tabby hairs were
found on all three victims.
- And Vincent owns a tabby.
- Circumstantial.
You can't prove the hairs
came from Vincent's cat.
All his attorney has to do is parade
50 tabbies through the courtroom.
He's still got reasonable doubt.
Well, if we got the
DNA from the damn cat,
would that be enough
to get Vincent's?
Sure, but New York State doesn't
have that kind of technology.
In fact, I only know of two
cases in the entire United States
where they've used cat DNA.
What do you say
we make it three?
If Vincent comes back,
buzz us. I don't see no cat.
That doesn't mean anything. They're
freaky little creatures. They lurk.
Well, keep looking. I'm
gonna check in on Lara.
Here pussy, pussy,
pussy. You're kidding, right?
This is not my
area of expertise.
Oh, come on. Where is this cat?
There you are, you demonic little
fur-ball. Come here, sweetheart.
That's a good kitty.
What happened? Nothing.
Nothing. Those are fresh
bruises. I'm fine, really.
Lara, we know what's going on. If you
don't work with us, we can't help you.
There's nothing to help
me with. You were raped.
Now we know about Vincent.
Everywhere you go, there he is.
He's very possessive, isn't he?
Lara, we don't think
that you're safe here.
Is there anyone,
anywhere that you can stay?
No. I don't have anyone.
I know a women's shelter
near where you work.
I'm gonna take you there. Okay?
Okay.
Are you the zoological geneticist?
This had been a royal pain.
Do you realize we had to
have special panels FedExed
from a genomic lab in Maryland?
No, but we appreciate
it. Are we close? Almost.
But you will be
able to tell us today
whether or not the
hairs came from Cleo?
Do you have any idea what
you're asking? For starters, it's a cat.
So right there, we're not using
the standard 13-marker test.
So you can't get it?
No, I got it. It's your cat.
Pick up Vincent, I'll
bootstrap a warrant.
Go ahead.
Lara?
Just put down the gun,
honey. Put down the gun.
I shot him. BENSON:
I see can that, Lara.
I just need you to hand
me that gun, all right?
I had to. He wouldn't stop.
It's okay now. Lara,
the gun, all right?
Got it?
Ruger P94.
I moved in three
years ago all by myself.
I didn't think I could
carry up one more box
when Vincent came over
and started helping me.
After that, he was just always
there. It became romantic?
I told him I just wanted to be
friends, but he was so persistent
and sweet. He wore me down.
He didn't stay too sweet.
I came home late from work one
day and he'd burned my clothes.
Why? He accused me of cheating.
Said I was a whore,
then started hitting me.
Why didn't you report him?
He apologized, swore it
would never happen again,
promised to make it up to me.
He said I was the most
beautiful girl in the world.
But then he did it again.
I don't know how many times.
Were you two together
when you started seeing Max?
Vincent punished me for two
years of infidelities I never committed.
I thanked God when I found Max.
How'd Vincent feel about that?
He followed me everywhere.
He had a key.
He'd come into my apartment
in the middle of the night.
But I was finally strong enough,
because of Max, to say no.
Why didn't you get
out of that building?
Max was just about
to leave Peyton.
We were gonna
get a place together.
Vincent came into my apartment that night
and told me we could be together again.
Max was dead.
Lara, why didn't
you call the police?
You don't know
Vincent. He'd kill me.
No matter where I went, he would
find me and kill me like he killed Max.
You were at the
shelter. You were safe.
Why did you go back? He was
waiting for me outside the shelter.
I couldn't believe he
found me there, too.
He must have followed us.
But I don't understand. Why
did you go back to the apartment?
He forced me.
He started to rape me again,
and I couldn't let it keep happening.
I made it to his gun
and shot him.
Classic battered woman syndrome.
Yeah, but there's a hitch.
She's got the numbness, the
low self-esteem, the fatalism,
and the physical injuries
kind of speak for themselves.
What's the hitch? It's
not clear-cut self-defense.
She shot the man
that killed her lover.
A jury could very easily
see that as an act of revenge.
She was beaten,
raped and terrorized.
In her mind there was no escape.
Look, if she had shot him in her
own apartment during the rape,
we wouldn't even have
to have this conversation.
As it stands now, all we've got
is he-said she-said, he's dead.
Battered women
rarely report abuse.
They are conditioned to believe
that no one's gonna help them.
Okay, I want to be able to
close this in good conscience.
Build me a case against Vincent
that would put him away
for life if he weren't dead.
Yeah.
Munch.
Forensics came back on the Ruger.
They found Vincent's prints all over it.
They took it apart and found
some of Dr. Kleberg's skin
embedded under the grip screw.
Lab work back?
Vincent's DNA matches the fluids
from Peyton and Lara's rape kits.
All that's missing is the bow.
I want you to go back
over Vincent's apartment.
For the bow? Yep.
I don't know what he
expects us to find in here.
CSU's already been through
it with a microscope, literally.
Diaries, journals,
pictures, letters.
Yeah, CSU would never
look for anything like that.
They missed this.
Triple-X porn. How's
that apply? Open it up.
Commercial jacket,
home-made video. Bag it.
They said I had to sign
something? Yeah. Come in.
This is the statement
you gave to police.
I just need you to review it, make
sure it's accurate and sign it right there.
Okay.
Is that it? No. Actually,
there's one more thing.
Sure.
Come on, Vincent.
If you won't do it for
me, do it for the $15,000.
That doctor's wife, right? So?
Why don't you
want to be with me?
Look, if you don't have the
balls to do it... No, no, no.
No, I'll do it. Good.
You need to be waiting at his
service door at 7:45. Get there early.
You didn't know he
made that video, did you?
He loved you, but
he didn't trust you.
I was in love with Max. Vincent
was only supposed to kill Peyton.
There never was any relationship
with Vincent, was there?
He followed me
around like a puppy dog.
He'd do anything for me, but
he wasn't supposed to kill Max.
Why did you stage
your own rape? I didn't.
Once he killed Max, he owned
me. I couldn't go to the police.
Rape by blackmail?
Do you have any idea
how horrible it was?
A jealous psychopath
killed the love of my life,
and I couldn't even
go to the police!
Sweetheart, the reason that
you couldn't go to the police
is because you're
the one that hired him.
That wasn't my idea.
Where do you think
I got the $15,000?
And who do you
think hid the jewelry?
It was Max.
Once Peyton was dead,
he was gonna marry me.
How could Max be
with somebody like that?
It was the heart
attack. It changed him.
But things were finally
getting back to normal.
He broke it off with
her after I found out.
That's why she had
him killed, isn't it?
Mrs. Kleberg...
I'm so sorry, but your husband
planned this whole thing.
Oh, that doesn't make any sense.
Why would Max set up his own
death? He wasn't supposed to die.
You were.