"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." "Come on, Annie." "Just one little drink." "I can't." "I smell like French fries." "I love French fries." "I appreciate the offer, Butch, but my feet are killing me." "I just want to take a hot bath and curl up with my People." "Maybe next time." "All right, I'll hold you to it." "Mañana." "I love French fries." "How stupid." "Annie?" "Back off!" "Okay." "Get off me!" "Let him go!" "Hey, come back here!" "Stop!" "Annie!" "Abductee's name is Annie Tassler." "A waitress at the diner over there." "Why'd you bring us in on a snatch job?" "Found this on the scene." "Chloroform?" "Dropped it in the struggle." "Took off in a green four-by-four." "Witnesses?" "Butch McGee, a hash slinger at the diner... and a Good Samaritan by the name of Marty Potter." "They took their lumps trying to stop him." "Thanks." "There's something I'm missing?" "Last summer, a guy abducted four women using the same M.O." "Raped and tortured them." "Left their bodies stacked in a warehouse in Alphabet City." "The Bowery Stalker?" "One and the same." "I haven't heard about that guy in a long time." "Not long enough." "Butch, Marty?" "Yeah." "I'm Butch." "What do you got for us?" "He pulled her right off the street." "Did you get a good look at him?" "He's a big guy with a beard and a baseball cap." "but I never really got a good look at his face." "How do you fit into all this?" "Saw the commotion, tried to help." "You have something to add?" "Yeah." "He had a tattoo." "A cat of some sort on his right forearm." "I saw it coming at me when he shoved the gun in my face." "If I put you with a sketch artist, can you give us a picture?" "I can try." "Sure." "We gotta get them in the bus." "Go." "How long you think the Stalker will keep her alive?" "Until he's finished with her." "According to Munch, the abductor fits the Stalker's M. O to a tee." "He goes after petite women, uses chloroform to subdue them... and then carts them off in a dark four-by-four." "How long has it been since his last attack?" "Almost a year." "Yeah." "We thought he'd gone underground, or maybe just left the area." "You're late." "I was up all night interviewing witnesses." "D.A. wants an update on the Bowery Stalker." "Can't wait for the report?" "She's made this case a top priority." "Any warrants, lab work, anything you need." "Why all the sudden attention?" "She knows how elusive he's been." "She thought you could use some help." "Because I didn't nail him last time?" "Come on, John." "Nobody's blaming you." "We're all on the same team here." "Then why did you start the team meeting without me?" "We were just leaving." "No, stay." "I want you and Olivia to help with the canvas." "It's my catch, Captain." "I got it covered." "You're still the primary but that doesn't mean you don't need backup." "Now, the only agenda here is catching this guy before he kills again." "Got it?" "Got it." "Good." "Now where's your partner?" "He's with a couple of witnesses and a sketch artist." "While you're waiting, why don't you fill Alex in?" "Mind if I get my morning tea first?" "Not at all." "About a year ago, Sarah Kimmel stumbled into a bar on Avenue D... half naked, beaten, claiming that a man with a beard... imprisoned her as his sex slave in an abandoned warehouse on Broome." "We raided it, found a makeshift cell in the basement... stocked with sex toys and various instruments of torture." "And four mutilated bodies." "Any trace evidence?" "A few partials and DNA, but nothing our system could match it to." "We staked the building out for a month." "No luck." "The guy just disappeared." "Until now." "Must have found a new safe house." "Potentially, more victims." "John." "Anything on the tattoo?" "Butch filled in a few details." "Ran it through PIMS and got a hit." "Skel named Frank Taggart, on parole for assault." "Where?" "PO said he got a custodial job at the Fish Market." "How desperate does somebody gotta be to take a gig in a place like this?" "Worked here when I was a kid." "Made good money, too." "What'd you do with all your money?" "You can't tell me women wanted to get with you... after a day in a flower shop like this." "Two words:" "Aqua Velva." "Come again?" "Fishmonger's best friend." "After a hot shower slather some of that on." "Smell like Vic Damone." "Smell like a mackerel with some cheap aftershave." "Hey!" "Munch man!" "Olive!" "Hey!" "Olive?" "Name's Olivetti." "Okay." "Fin." "All right." "Even when we were kids, he looked like a big, fat Olive." "Ergo." "Long time, no see." "We're looking for a guy named Frank Taggart." "He still work here?" "Yeah." "As little as possible." "Where we can find him?" "There." "Frank Taggart?" "We want to talk to you." "Hey, you heard the man." "Hold it right there." "This was a new coat." "Two words:" "Aqua Velva." "That's a hell of a tattoo you got there, Frankie." "It's an original." "Your design?" "Elmo's Tats on Eighth." "What the hell do you care?" "Where were you last night between 11:00 and midnight?" "Rusty's Bar in the Alphabet." "Can you prove it?" "The barstool near the door has a permanent imprint of my ass." "Feel free to check it out." "Be the highlight of our day." "Am I being charged with something here, or are we just shooting the breeze?" "We got witnesses that place you and your original tattoo... outside a diner on Canal Street grabbing a girl, and pistol-whipping her friend." "I was nowhere near the place." "Just like you were nowhere near your girlfriend's place... the night you beat the crap out of her?" "That was a misunderstanding." "You put your fist right through her teeth." "And I did my time." "And I ain't been near the bitch since." "That's why you grabbed the waitress?" "Feeling the need for a little self-expression?" "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." "I didn't grab nobody, and anybody who says otherwise is a liar." "Bartender at Rusty's said Taggart ducked out around 11:00... the night of the abduction." "Gets him to the diner with time to spare." "What about the four-by-four?" "Nothing registered to him." "Doesn't mean he didn't steal one." "Get all the witnesses down here for a line up, including Sarah Kimmel." "It's been almost a year." "He held her in that warehouse for two days." "I doubt she's gonna forget his face." "He messed her up pretty bad, Captain." "If we get the ID off the other two." "Then we'll get a court order for his DNA to match to her assault." "If not, she's our insurance policy." "Does one of them have a tattoo?" "We need you to make the identification without prejudice." "It's the only thing I got a good look at, besides the gun." "Number 4." "No, five." "Which is it, Mr. Potter?" "Five." "Definitely five." "Thank you, Mr. Potter." "Officer Peters will be happy to know... he's just been identified as the Bowery Stalker." "I'm sorry, Detective." "It looks like it's up to Sarah." "Is he really here?" "We have a suspect." "But we need a positive ID." "I can't." "He won't be able to see you." "But I see him... every time I close my eyes." "I leave my lights on at night, or I'll see him staring at me from the shadows." "He can't hurt you anymore." "I'm 28." "I'm living on disability... because I can't leave my house without falling apart." "Don't tell me that he can't hurt me." "I wouldn't ask you to do this unless I had to." "But we think he's hurting somebody else." "Whenever you're ready, Sarah." "You see him, don't you?" "Detective." "Which one, Sarah?" "Which one?" "He's not there." "It's okay." "It's all right." "It's all right." "Sarah." "Thank you for the ride home." "Damn!" "You didn't have a choice." "I was sure we had him." "What the hell are we missing?" "I was just thinking." "Taggart said his tattoo was an original." "Right." "Elmo's Tats on Eighth." "I wonder how many Elmo originals are walking around Manhattan?" "Hell of a work of art." "If you say so." "It ain't mine." "Guy brought it in last summer, asked me to do a tat." "Liked my work so much, he left me the sketch as a bonus." "How many have you done since then?" "Can count them on one hand." "Most folks are into Goth these days." "You keep names and addresses?" "It's not exactly that kind of business." "But the ones who want that one are hard to forget." "Such as?" "An old dude who walked his cat on a leash." "A woman wrestler." "A guy who smelled like rotten fish." "And the one that brought it in." "What'd he look like?" "Big fellow with a beard." "He said the bobcat was a platoon name in the service." "You mind if we take that sketch with us?" "Why not?" "It's not exactly bringing in the foot traffic." "I saturated the paper with ninhydrin... which revealed two distinct sets of prints." "One matched to the shop owner, the other was a John Doe." "Damn." "Until I ran it against the alternate data banks." ""Darryl R. Kern." "Dishonorably discharged from the Army in 1999."" "About the same time the attacks started." "How much you want to bet DMV turns up a green four-by-four." "And a home address." "Right there." "Darryl Kern?" "This is the NYPD." "We have a warrant to search the premises." "If you don't open the door, we'll open it for you." "Take it down." "Police!" "Let's go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Cool cat." "Fin." "Take a look at this." "E" " Z Pass bill." "This guy does some serious traveling." "And always to the same place." "Kern's E-Z Pass statements show periodic travel along the same route... dating back to last June." "From Manhattan he goes across the Triborough Bridge... onto the thruway, across the Tappan Zee... north to Utica, where he exits on to Route 12 North." "Credit cards show him gassing up his '92 Pathfinder... along Routes 12 and 11, all the way up to Walden Falls... a pit stop of a town 20 miles northeast of Watertown." "A few days later, he takes the same route back to the city." "Seven women went missing within a day of each of these trips." "You got a lot of unspoiled wilderness up there." "There's only one way to find him." "Munch, Fin, pack your bags." "You're going on a road trip." "Where's Opie?" "Probably gone fishing." "Speaking of which, you look a little green around the gills." "Maybe it's because riding with you... is like taking a four hour spin on the Tilt-a-World." "I told you to take the Dramamine." "I hate pills." "So you'd rather puke." "I'm not gonna puke." "But you could use a road course on driving in hazardous conditions." "I kept it on the road." "Barely." "The locals been briefed?" "Yeah." "Cragen took care of it." "He faxed them the whole file." "Assuming they have a fax machine in Mayberry." "Chief, the detectives from New York City are here." "Welcome to Walden Falls." "John Munch." "Odafin Tutuola." "Come again?" "Just call me Fin." "Fin." "Got it." "Get you a cup of coffee?" "Soda pop?" "Something?" "We're fine." "So, you think you've got a fugitive hiding out up here?" "Cold-blooded serial killer and rapist by the name of Darryl Kern." "I never heard of him." "I know just about everybody in town." "So if he's here, he's keeping a low profile." "Come on in, Cheryl." "This is Detectives Munch and..." "Fin." "Officer Cheryl Baxter." "Whatever you need, Officer Baxter is at your disposal." "We'd like to start with Smitty's Pump and Save." "'Cause that seems to be a regular stop on Kern's itinerary." "You want to settle in first, or go now?" "The woman he grabbed might still be alive." "We can settle in later." "Good luck." "If you need anything else, just give a holler." "Thanks, Chief." "You betcha." "Guy's from out of town." "Has a cabin up here." "Know where?" "No." "But he likes to hunt, so I suppose it's out on one of the county roads." "Lots of folks have hunting shacks out there." "Was anyone with him?" "I think he might have a lady friend." "Is this her?" "Hard to tell." "You said he liked to hunt." "He never really said so... but since he spends so much time in Jordie's Guns and Ammo..." "I figured he was stocking up for the season." "Where's Jordie's Guns and Ammo?" "Right over there." "Thank you." "Yeah." "That's Arnold Cokely." "Cokely?" "That's what I said." "I heard he comes in here a lot." "Is there a law against that?" "No, but there is a law against obstructing justice." "Come on, Jordie." "They're okay." "They're just trying to do their jobs." "What do you need?" "Did he mention anything about a cabin?" "I think he said it was north of town." "Kept it pretty well stocked, too." "With what?" "Rifles, ammo, provisions." "We carry a full line here." "Do you mind if we take a look at his paperwork?" "Yeah, I do mind." "But I don't suppose there's much I can do about it." "Government's got its fingers so far up everyone's ass... it's getting to be like Russia around here." "Russia's a democracy now." "My point exactly." "I assume you checked his ID and waited for his background to clear." "Yeah." "I followed the law." "To the letter, if not the spirit." "We'll get this back to you." "We computerized the county records a few years ago." "If either Kern or Cokely owns land here, it'll show up on the tax rolls." "Damn." "How come we don't have this kind of software?" "You could always head down to the basement... and go through the big books if that'd make you feel more at home." "Just got off the phone with New York." "Benson called Missing Persons." "Arnold Cokely and his wife Amanda went missing from Tribeca five months ago." "And since Cokely's ID was used in a fraudulent firearms transaction..." "ATF is joining the party." "That may not be so bad, considering all the firepower Kern's been stockpiling." "Sorry." "No match for Kern or Cokely in the system." "She faxed a list of others that went missing around the time of his other trips." "Can you check on those, too?" "I'll scan the names into the computer, have a printout in a few minutes." "I still don't see why the city couldn't spring for two rooms." "Because they're cheap." "The D.A. wants to redecorate her office... with antiques and Berber rugs, and we gotta beg for table scraps." "In Narcotics we always got our own rooms." "Sometimes entire apartments." "How's that?" "Undercover." "Gotta create entirely new identities." "You know, apartments, bank accounts, the whole works." "One time I was under for seven weeks." "Had a nice little duplex in The Village." "After we bust the dope ring, I gotta move back... to my little cracker box one-bedroom in Brooklyn." "First week home, I kept bumping into my own furniture." "So this place must make you feel right at home." "Not exactly." "I got a nice entertainment system... surround sound and a widescreen TV." "Eight months of the cold shoulder, now I can't shut you up." "So why'd you leave Narcotics?" "My partner took a bullet that was meant for me." "Sort of took all the fun out of it." "Why'd you leave Homicide?" "I came back from Baltimore after my last marriage broke up." "The only opening in my bracket was SVU." "Seen enough dead bodies, figured the change would do me good." "Little did I know, it's the living victims that rip your guts out." "That mine or yours?" "It's yours." "Where the hell did I..." "Munch." "Hey, Elliott." "Blueprints?" "Yeah." "We're on it." "Where's the phone book?" "Right here." "I used it to order the pizza." "More like a wallet." "Here it is." "What?" "They've been combing through Kern's stuff... found blueprints for a bomb shelter drawn up by a contractor in Walden Falls." "Cheryl?" "John Munch." "Do you know the owner of McCartney Lumber and Cement?" "Could you have him meet us at the station?" "We caught a break in the case." "See you in 20." "This is a federal matter." "And this is my office." "Play by my rules or get out." "You're in over your head." "This man has enough firepower to start World War III." "Somebody's blowing enough hot air to refloat the Hindenburg." "Who the hell are you?" "Det." "John Munch, NYPD." "Who the hell are you?" "Gus Stone, Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms." "Mr. Stone, why don't you take your cowboys and step aside... and let the police do their work?" "I have a federal warrant for Darryl Kern's arrest." "And I have someone who could help find him... before he kills another innocent woman." "Who trumps who?" "Here they are." "Mr. McCartney, do you recognize these blueprints?" "Sure do." "Guy came in last June, asking us to build him a bunker." "For what?" "Said he was getting ready for Armageddon and the race wars." "I don't subscribe to that point of view, but his money's as green as anyone's." "Drew up the plans to his specifications." "An underground bunker fortified with 12-inch cement blocks." "You built it?" "Sure did." "Where?" "Tract of land about 10 miles out, just off County Road 26." "Already had a small cabin on it." "I can have 10 men here, deputized, ready to go within an hour." "I've got five more on the way from Watertown." "What are we waiting for?" "Go." "ATF." "Police!" "Nothing?" "Clear." "Where the hell is he?" "Detectives!" "We got something here." "Sorry, Annie." "John?" "Bastard tortured her." "The frozen ground's slowing us down... but we've already uncovered 15 bodies buried in shallow graves." "Three kids." "Why kids?" "I've got my men scouring the woods... but by the looks of those tire tracks..." "I'd say Kern pulled out a good hour before we got here." "Somebody's tipped him off." "I could've lived an entire lifetime without seeing something like this." "How bad?" "Contusions, broken bones, flesh pulped and bruised." "Mutilation pattern suggests she'd been penetrated by foreign objects... possibly a knife." "All that before he blew her face off with a. 44." "Detective?" "Found something in the cabin you might want to take a look at." "It's an operation manual of some sort." "Last entry dated yesterday." ""Position compromised." ""As long as the Worm stays in the Apple, possibility of further erosion." ""Will rendezvous at extraction point." "Operation terminated. "" "He definitely has an accomplice." "Serial killers tend to be loners." "But when they do pair off, the stronger personality dominates." "We read a single perp because his partner lives in his shadow." "He must have left in one big hurry to forget this." "He's slipping." "It says they're going to rendezvous." "The Worm's in the Apple." "The Big Apple." "He's heading back to the city." "It's all written in this pseudo-military code." "He calls his accomplice the Worm and refers to himself as the Eagle." "And lists targets and ops dating back three years." "I assume the targets are the victims." "And the ops..." "Their torture and execution." "He's killed entire families for their credit cards and ID." "He even killed one guy for his cabin." "A plumber from Brooklyn named Ernest Dillman." "Now that the operation's gone south... he's come home to scoop up his accomplice and hit the road." "Any idea who this accomplice is?" "We figure he's an Army buddy since they communicate using this military jargon." "Kern was stationed at Fort Dix according to his discharge papers." "I know somebody at the 15 close to the CO." "Let me see if I can hook you up." "It's an elite group trained for specialized tactical operations." "Kern's outfit?" "Mine, in the Gulf War." "The closest Kern ever got to an operation of any significance... was running to the cellar for a batch of potatoes." "He was a cook?" "He was trained as a weapons specialist... but he spent so much time in KP... we reassigned him to the kitchen on a permanent basis." "How'd he take to that?" "He didn't." "Kern had a problem with authority... which is why he had a problem with the Army." "Why'd he sign up?" "He suffered under the delusion we enjoy killing things." "That attitude eventually earned him his discharge." "Can you be a little more specific?" "We had this squirrel, used to hang out behind the mess." "Cooks would feed him table scraps, nuts." "One day, the dinner shift arrived... to find Kern dumping strange meat into the stew pot." "When they asked what the hell he was doing... he pointed out the window to a squirrel hide laid out to dry in the bushes." "Said he needed a new hat." "One of the cooks jumped him." "Kern threatened him with a butcher knife." "He wound up in the brig, where he underwent psych testing." "He was diagnosed with anti-social personality disorder... and pronounced unfit for duty." "So you kicked him out of the Army and unleashed him on the rest of us." "He did his time." "We didn't have anything to hold him on." "Did he have any friends, anyone he hung with?" "He pretty much stayed to himself... except for a guy who made dry goods deliveries to the mess." "They seemed to be on the same wavelength." "Can we talk to this guy?" "He doesn't deliver here anymore, but I could give you the name of the company." "Some outfit out of Brooklyn." "That's Marvin." "Marvin who?" "Marvin Posey." "He's one of my best guys." "He's been with the company eight years." "He took the job the same day Clinton took office." "You ever fire the guy, you better nail down the furniture." "Where can we find Marvin?" "He ain't working today." "He's on National Guard maneuvers." "Marvin's a weekend warrior?" "You bet." "Did anybody notice today's Thursday?" "Sometimes the maneuvers go all week." "I don't mind." "At least he's doing his patriotic duty." "Which is more than I can say for half the lazy slackers around here." "Excuse me." "Hey, numb nuts!" "You wanna smoke that whole pack... or you think you might make your run sometime today?" "How often does Marvin go on these maneuvers?" "Once a month." "Sometimes less, sometimes more." "When did he leave this time?" "Couple of days ago." "I expect him back Monday, if you wanna talk to him." "No, we need to see him before that." "Do you have a home address?" "Sure." "But he ain't there." "He's out in the wilderness somewhere practicing survival skills." "We're gonna need his address for our files." "He's not in trouble, is he?" "In position, Detective." "Stand by." "Marvin Posey." "NYPD." "Open up." "We want to talk to you." "Come on, Marvin!" "Hello." "Marvin's not here." "Where is he?" "He left this morning." "Are you friends of his?" "I hope you like orange pekoe." "Marvin was going to pick up some Earl Grey from the store... when he got called away." "Let me help you with that." "Friends stop by so seldom." "I know he'll be disappointed he missed you." "You Marvin's mother?" "No, I'm his Aunt Mary." "His mother died when he was just a child." "I'm sorry." "His father beat his mother to death with an iron." "He didn't like the way she did his shirts." "Milk with your tea?" "No, thank you." "It's so hard on a child to lose a parent." "That's why I was determined to give Marvin all the love I could." "Raised him like my own." "It wasn't easy, but we got through." "He's always been a loving boy." "Ms..." "Call me Aunt Mary." "Aunt Mary, it's very important that we get in touch with Marvin." "Do you know where he might be?" "It's a secret." "He's with the Green Berets." "That's his scrapbook, right there." "You mind?" "No, please." "Even when he hurt his leg on the last mission... he just turned right around and volunteered again." "How can we get in touch with him?" "He usually takes his cell phone, in case of an emergency." "That's Marvin with his friend Darryl." "Do you know Darryl, too?" "You could say that." "Damn." "We had him." "In our own house." "He wasn't trying to stop the four-by-four." "He was trying to get in." "How could we be so stupid?" "We weren't the only ones." "Even Aunt Mary thinks he's a hero." "Aunt Mary's a few tea bags shy of a full pot." "Damn it!" "I should've seen it the minute he picked Peters out of the line up." "Get an APB out on Marvin and his Aunt Mary's Chrysler New Yorker." "Yeah." "Got it." "State Police found Kern's Pathfinder... at a shopping center outside of Walden Falls." "They said a bald, clean-shaven man got out of it... carjacked a mother and her kid in a blue Taurus." "When?" "This morning." "What direction were they headed?" "North." "Canada." "Damn." "So Marty Potter is Marvin Posey." "No wonder Kern knew we were on his tail." "His accomplice had the inside scoop." "The question is, where is he now?" "State Police says Kern was alone when he jacked that Taurus." "A new look, car, traveling companions, it's easy to slip through the perimeter." "Maybe even cross the border." "If he has, those hostages don't have much shelf life." "Got the LUDS on Marvin's cell phone." "He received a call from Annie Tassler's cell the morning after the abduction." "Kern." "And they've been exchanging calls at regular intervals ever since." "Marvin didn't leave until this morning." "If they're meeting up on the road, we could trace them through cell sites." "Call the service provider." "Get a trap on both numbers." "The two blips represent calls exchanged between the two cell phones... over the past two days." "Now, I've connected the blips of each phone to demonstrate... how the signal has been passed from one cell site to the next... which basically represents their respective travel routes." "Looks like Marvin's hauling ass." "Yeah." "And Kern's been hunkering down." "Cell phones converge in a cell site outside Fisher's Landing." "Just this side of the Canadian border." "Give me the State Police." "Pack the Dramamine." "We're heading north." "We spotted a blue Taurus and a Chrysler New Yorker... in the driveway of a farmhouse about a half mile down the road." "Anybody see the mother and kid?" "No." "We suspect they're holed up inside the house." "There's a stand of trees lining the road." "Can't see us until we're in the driveway." "Might be able to surprise them." "It's your show." "All right." "Let's move out." "ATF!" "Go!" "God." "You son of a bitch!" "He's playing us like fools." "He still needs the mother and kid." "But for how long?" "We've got an APB out on the farmer's pickup." "Customs and Canadians are on alert." "We'll get him." "How many more die before we do?" "He's running out of steam." "So am I." "Guess what?" "That was Cragen." "Canadians just arrested Kern for shoplifting... outside an auto parts store in Mallorytown, just across the border." "Shoplifting?" "The farmer's truck had a bad alternator." "What about..." "Mom and kid are fine." "They found them tied up in the back of the truck." "Provincial Police are holding Kern until we get there, on Cragen's request." "Where is he?" "In a holding cell." "What are you doing here?" "Serving the extradition warrant, which Kern's fighting, naturally." "On what grounds?" "Serial rape and murder make book over shoplifting, don't they?" "We still have to make our argument in Canadian courts." "How are the hostages?" "Aside from mild exposure, they're fine." "At least physically." "I'd like to talk to them." "Ms. Michaelson?" "I'm Det." "Munch of the NYPD." "This is Det." "Tutuola... and Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabot." "How long will this take?" "I want to be in the hospital when my daughter wakes up." "Just a few questions." "I told the other police everything I know." "The Canadians have their own charges they want to investigate." "We need to ask you about the time you spent with Kern... before you crossed the border." "Did he have a weapon when he abducted you and your daughter?" "A knife." "He pressed it against my ribs and told me to move over." "Where was your daughter?" "In the backseat." "He threatened to kill her." "What happened when you got to the farmhouse?" "He held the knife to my back... and he led me to the front door." "An old woman answered and he asked her for directions." "When she turned her back... he cut her throat." "What about her husband?" "He came running from the kitchen." "Before he could say a word, Kern cut his throat, too." "Was his buddy there?" "No." "He came later." "Kern said he had something to show him in the barn." "I heard the most horrific screams." "Kern came out covered in blood." "He went into the house, changed his clothes... and made us get into the farmer's pickup like nothing had ever happened." "He said we were going to Canada and..." "Please, tell me." "He said he was going to kill me and Jenny just like the rest of them." "He said the police were so stupid, they'd never find us." "Marvin was alive when Kern gutted him." "He might be laying the groundwork for an insanity plea." "He'll never admit to insanity." "We've got the journal... and we're cross-matching DNA samples from the bunker." "But a confession would really strengthen our argument at the extradition hearing." "Tell the Provincials I want to be alone with him." "Shoplifting." "Kind of an undignified end to such an ambitious operation." "Still, it was masterful." "You had us stumped for over a year, Darryl." "Your operations manual... reads like a textbook in tactics and resource management." "I've offered it to the curriculum committee at the Academy." "I think the next generation of cops can learn a lot from you." "But these academics." "They just want to focus on your mistakes." "What mistakes?" "Sarah Kimmel, for example." "Who?" "The woman who escaped from the warehouse." "Your first mistake." "That was Marvin's fault." "I had to leave to go to work." "Marvin swore he'd be there in no more than five minutes." "Half hour later, I get a panic call saying that the target had disappeared." "I should've eliminated him then." "Why didn't you?" "He served a purpose." "He hooked me up with Ernie." "The guy who owns the cabin?" "He was a friend of Marvin's." "Used to yak that it was this perfect refuge from the liberal hordes." "Got him to take me up there during hunting season." "That's when I got the idea." "He never saw it coming, did he?" "He was taking a leak in the bushes." "I just walked up behind him, drew the blade across his throat." "One clean slice." "And Shangri-la was yours." "So Ernie was just means to an end." "The trick was using the credit cards and IDs in different places... so that no one could trace him." "Same story with the Cokelys?" "Met him in a bar in Walden Falls." "Said he was passing through from Syracuse." "Only problem was he had his wife with him." "So she had to go, too." "Not right away, but after a few days." "Why the bunker?" "Didn't like to eat where I worked." "And it was more secure." "How many?" "We found 18 of them." "Oh, there's more." "How many?" "That would be telling." "You pathetic piece of..." "Come on, Detective." "You should be used to this by now." "I've been one step ahead of you since you stormed the warehouse." "Every time I grabbed another target, I thought about you." "And when they were screaming for mercy..." "I had a little laugh at your expense... like I'm having a little laugh right now, because you think you've won." "I'm gonna have my own little laugh when I watch them stick the needle in your arm." "Canada won't extradite on capital offenses unless you waive the death penalty." "Or maybe they didn't teach you that at the Academy." "He says they won't extradite on capital offenses?" "The Canadian Supreme Court tightened their restrictions last year." "So he can flip us off from Canadian prison?" "He can make the argument." "That doesn't mean he'll win." "He saves his neck, he wins." "Look, I did not come all the way up here to go home empty-handed." "John, you did your job." "Now let me do mine." "The Supreme Court was unequivocal... in its 90 ruling... under the Charter of Rights and Freedoms of the Canadian constitution... concerning the matter of extradition on capital offenses." "Mr. Picard, aren't you concerned... that Canada might become a safe haven for criminals... seeking to use our constitution as a shield from prosecution?" "I prefer not to speculate on hypothetical situations... which may or may not result from the High Court's ruling." "I can only ask this court to interpret the law as written." "Madam Prosecutor?" "While I do respect the High Court's rulings... in the matter of constitutional rights and protections..." "I would submit this ruling does not apply in the case... for which the State of New York seeks extradition." "Is not murder with special circumstances... attached a capital offense under New York law?" "It is, Your Honor." "However, the People are not seeking extradition on the capital offense." "We are here on the sole charge of possession of stolen property." "Your Honor, this is a blatant attempt to circumvent the laws of this land." "Since the value of the stolen automobile exceeds $5,000... it is my understanding, this qualifies for extradition under Canadian law." "Your petition cited multiple charges of murder... and two counts of kidnapping." "It is true that Mr. Kern and his accomplice... brutally raped, tortured, and maimed their subjects before killing them." "However, we have amended our petition to reflect only the lesser offense." "Your Honor, this is a cynical ploy." "We all know that once Mr. Kern crosses the border... he will be charged with the capital crimes." "Perhaps, Mr. Picard." "But this court prefers not to speculate on hypothetical situations... which may or may not result from its ruling." "Now, the petition for extradition is granted." "Detectives, take custody of the prisoner." "Darryl Kern, you are under arrest for the murders of Ernest Dillman..." "Arnold and Amanda Cokely, and Annie Tassler." "Welcome home, Darryl." "Thanks." "I just wanted to tell you, you can turn your lights out tonight."