"Previously on Unforgettable:" "Queens homicide." " Hi, Carrie." " You got a name, pal?" " Someone will die in 16 minutes." " That's all you get." "That's it, 16 minutes." " So you know my name." " How come I don't know yours?" "In time." "How about Fred?" "So now he's your partner." "Why me?" "The great sociopaths like to go head-to-head with the best." "Should have traced me by now." "Say around 2:27." "That gives you a couple of hours." "Maybe you'll save him." "Well played, Carrie." "Whatcha got tonight, Augie?" "She's got me on Kale." "Kale?" "Come on." "Yeah, no more peanut butter." "Says I'm getting too tubby." "Mm, well, you look good to me, baby." "Have a nice night, all right?" "You, too, champ." "Be safe." "Oh, no... oh..." "Oh... no, no... hang in there!" "I need an ambulance to the tennis center, please!" "Hang in there." "Oh..." "Why didn't you bring a coat?" "I didn't expect to be stopping at a crime scene." "Well, now I'm freezing." "Oh, how was the opera?" "We hit that city heroes charity thing tonight." "You know, Al used to invite me to that sort of thing." "Yeah, but she looks way better in heels." "All right." "We got Kayla Yancey." "She's a tennis player." "Took two shots to the chest." "Casings recovered, a nine mil." " What are we picking up?" " Little diamonds." "Looks like the perp tried to grab her bracelet, and it broke." "Witnesses?" "Uh, the guard says that he talked to her before she walked out." "He says she had a purse with her when she left, but there's no sign of it." "Hey, I'm Carrie Wells, NYPD." "What happened here?" "Did you see anything?" "No." "I was inside at my station." "I can only see what the cameras see." "There she is leaving, right there." "That was the commissioner's office making sure we're on our way." "Well, did you explain to him we've been interrupted by a little thing called "our job"?" "No, actually," "I told him we're on our way." "Let's go." "I say we stay and solve a murder." "You guys get out of here." "We got this." "The guard's security footage is limited." "I'm thinking you should..." "Pull the cameras from down the street, see if we can catch our guy making his exit." "Maybe run the M.O. Through the database, like..." "Like I said, we got it." "Just go." "I don't understand what we're doing here schmoozing about the value of police work when we could actually be doing some." "Okay, look, Norman Snyder, deputy mayor." "Leonard Babbitt, Babbitt securities." "Ellen Athans, Athans and Gray." "They're not your usual Astoria Boulevard crowd." "Mm, mm, so this is ambitious Al, working the room, making connections." "Oh, come on..." "I like him." "He's sexy." "No, he's great." "You're pretty sexy yourself, by the way." "Yeah, thank you." "That's why I'm here, isn't it?" "Uh-huh." "I can't think of anyone else who could fit in that dress." "Jo." "Mm, and just as I'd forsaken all hope of genuine human interaction." "Thank you." "Tell me, what is it about truffle Sashimi that turns relatively normal people into dunderheads?" "May we take a moment for what a handsome couple you make." "Yeah." "Barkeep, set this gorgeous couple up with some bubbly." "Excuse me." "Did you hear that?" "She called us a gorgeous couple." "Thank you." "Mmm." "Cheers." "And we're gonna continue to bust our budget every year till you guys on the council give us money to hire more officers or pass a law making crime illegal." "Carrie, I want you to meet these fine gentlemen." "Carrie Wells, Peter Sanders from the mayor's office." "Nice to meet you." "Judge Leo Silverman." "Oh, nice to meet you." "And his partner on the mayor's juvenile justice initiative, Walter Morgan." "Hi." "I read about the juvenile justice initiative." "Alternative sentencing for minors, right?" "I read about it in the times." "Yeah, it sounds like a cool idea if you can get it by the bar association." "I'll talk to his honor about it." "The judge is quite persuasive." "Which is why I'm pleased to have so accomplished a partner." "I'm pleased to have so accomplished a partner." "You're too kind, Walter." "Well, don't let it go to your head." "Why me?" "You know why." "Don't let it go to your head." "It's 1:38 now." "At 1:56, someone else is dying." "16 minutes." "Drop your weapon!" "Maybe I'll send another one your way sometime." "Be seeing you, Carrie." "Dinner is served." "Oh, they're starting." "Shall we go in?" "Sure." "You okay?" "What?" "You all right?" "Yeah." "well, thank you for your help." "I'm, uh..." "I'm sorry for your loss." "Okay." "Bye." "Hey." "So, uh, that was Kayla's aunt." "She located the parents." "They're in cape town with Kayla's grandmother." "Oh, that's gonna make a long flight home feel a lot longer." "All right." "So my guy says the jewelry we're looking for 24-karat gold, high-quality diamonds." "Hmm." "That is pretty pricey for a girl who came out of a public courts tennis program." " What'd she earn last year?" " Almost nothing." "She had an ankle injury last winter, and she was working her way back." "You put out a bulletin?" "Yeah, all the pawn shops and jewelers in the tri-state area." "Oh, and I also got a call from the tip line." "Witness saw a black sedan on the street a little bit before she heard shots." "Got a partial plate." "Follow it up." "So, this is U.S. open, maybe three years ago?" "2008." "Kayla came in as a qualifier, made it to the quarters." "Yeah, the press was all over it." "She grew up poor, learned how to play on a court with no net, you know, the whole rags to riches thing." "That's gotta be weird;" "One second nobody's heard of you, the next you got your own cheering section, politicians, movie stars." "Then you get hurt, and it all goes away." "All right." "Well, that was Gil Hart over at the one-one-six." "He says they had a guy in the same area holding up women with a nine mil end of last year." "Similar M.O." "The guy would get young women coming out of work or the gym." "Did you explain to him that we've been interrupted by a little thing called "our job"?" "No, actually, I told him we're on our way." "Let's go." "No..." "No." "Whoever killed her, she knew them." "What do you mean?" "I didn't notice it before, but right at the end of the security video, she-she..." "She recognizes someone." "Then I'll-I'll frame-by-frame and see if we missed something." "Yeah, I'll go check with Webster, see if she got..." "No, you know what?" "I'll do it." "Thanks." "I got it." "So you don't think it was a robbery-homicide?" "No, I don't." "You're already there?" "Well, let's just say I've seen a few muggings in my day." "The go-go '90s alone produced, well, at least nine a night." "Kayla's wounds don't exactly shout street robbery." "The first shot was from at least 15 feet away." "The second shot, the kill shot, that was close." "Somebody wanted to end this decisively." "So the robbery happened after the to cover up the murder." "It's a theory." "Can I ask you a question?" "It's about last night." "Oh, I knew it." "That comment I made about you and Lieutenant Burns." "I apologize wholeheartedly, wait, no." "But it was an open bar." "No, it's not about that." "You introduced me to someone, Walter Morgan." "I just was wondering what's his story." "Don't think he's married." "No, I didn't mean it like that." "I feel like I've met him before, and I just..." "I can't place him." "You?" "I know." "Crazy, right?" "Okay." "He's a partner at Sanders  Coughlin." "It's a terrific firm." "Mostly criminal defense work." "But I don't know Morgan well, but the buzz on him is ruthless at work, generous outside." " Does that help?" " Yeah, thanks." "Kayla kept her head down, worked hard, never had a cross word for anyone." "Ella, shift the weight." "Come on, footwork." "Footwork!" "Mr. Coleman, we're working a murder here." "I'm sorry, it's just easier to think about work than someone hurting Kayla." "I mean, she was so excited to get back from this injury." "She worked hard to get back on tour." "Neighbors said something about a boyfriend, some fights recently." "You got a name?" "They thought "Trey" or "Troy," something like that." "Troy Smolin." "Real pretty boy." "He and Kayla came up in amateurs together." "He never made the jump to pro." "Ended up spiraling pretty bad, got in trouble supplying juice to his buddies on tour." "You know, steroids, HGH." "Pain killers?" "Oh, yeah." "You'd be surprised what they cook up these days." "But Kayla would never do that." "You sound pretty sure." "She was on her way back." "She wouldn't of taken the chance of failing a drug test." "Getting back on top meant too much to her." "You know where we find this guy, Smolin?" "Last I checked, he got kicked out of his place in Chelsea." "I can ask around." "What do you want that for?" "What?" "No." "Uh, souvenir." "Since when do you need a souvenir?" "A memento." "This is exactly what this guy To get inside your head." "Well, I have no idea why since there's barely room in there for me." "You think this is some kind of joke?" "No." "You saw what your "Fred" is capable of." "He turned one man into a serial killer, yes, I know what he did." "And then he sliced up Richard Simons" "I was there actually." "Just to send you a message." "All right!" "I know what he's capable of." "Yes, I know." "Then why are you playing along?" "Because he's still out there, because he hasn't been caught." "Someone's got to catch him." "He's just walking around free..." "Okay." "We need to do that, but we need to do that together as a team." "No solo crusades, no hotshot off on her own." "Look, I watched you try to handle your sister's murder investigation by yourself." "I saw what it did to you." "Fine." "All right." "Uh, yeah, hi." "I'm calling for Walter Morgan." "I met him at the city heroes event last night, and I was..." "The zoo?" "The one in the park?" "No." "No message." "Hey!" "I know you." "Fund-raiser, right?" "At the Lancaster." "Yes." "Yes." "Yeah." "Uh, Walter..." "Walter Morgan." "You remember?" "Yeah, I do." "Forgive me." "I don't have your memory for names." "Carrie Wells." "Ah, yes." "Please." "Sure." "What brings you here, Carrie?" "Oh, you know, I'm looking for a little piece of mind." "I know what you mean." "It's nice..." "Away from the human jungle." "Yeah." "I was working a case nearby here, needed to clear my head, get a little perspective." "Thought I'd come see the polar bears." "Big fan of the sea lions myself." "Oh, yeah?" "Equally at home in water or air." "Now you see 'em, now you don't, and barely a ripple in their wake." "So..." "You're a detective." "Good guess." "You said "case."" "I figured it was that or an attorney." "Gave you the benefit of the doubt." "Well, thank you." "Can I offer you a piece?" "So what kind of detecting do you do?" "Homicide." "Ooh!" "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry." "Someone's got to do it." "Like you said, "human jungle."" "Some pretty nasty predators out there." "Big eats small." "Natural order... they say." "Makes me mad, though, that the big always get away with it." "Not always." "That's right." "We resist, don't we, we champions of the law?" "As much as we're capable." "Oh." "I'm-I'm sorry." "Would you excuse me for a moment?" "Mm-hmm." "Hey." "We got the boyfriend." "Private security just spotted Troy Smolin's SUV pulling into the regal motel," "40th Avenue and Crescent street." "I'm really close to there;" "I'm on my way." "Bye." "Duty calls." "Some other time, then." "Yeah, you can count on it." "Good running into you." "Have a good day." "You, too." "What do you got?" "I think your guy's in 164." "Oh, thanks." "Police!" "Let me see your hands!" "Troy!" "Hey!" "I want to see your hands up now!" "We've got a regular drugstore here." "Wow." "Well, looks like he was traveling with his whole stash." "Fits the M.O. Of a hunted man." "You know, procedure is, you wait for backup." "Me, wait?" "Never." "Shooter escaped our net." "He must've just gotten out." "We got a caliber on the gun?" "CSU's guessing nine mil." "Same round that killed Kayla." "Let's get those slugs to ballistics." "I talked to narcotics about this guy." "They said Smolin was pretty scattershot with his operation." "He didn't seem to be encroaching on anybody's turf, at least not enough to put crosshairs on his back." "Just takes one shorted customer." "Keep looking." "You know, I want you to know," "I-I did think about waiting." "For a second." "Okay, this is kind of weird." "I'm looking into Kayla's finances, and it looks like someone was helping her pay her bills." "Some kind of trust, actually, called eastern associated trust." "Started with her medical bills right after she hurt her ankle." "And then anything insurance wasn't covering, eastern was picking up." "Then it was her rehab." "Here are the invoices for her coaching." "Some kind of business manager?" "Mm." "She didn't have one." "Let's get a warrant for the account the checks come from." "Might help us I.D. Whose they are." "Jo, hi." "Did you ever read the coroner's report on Richard Simons?" "Richard Simons..." "Oh, the victim of your illustrious stalker, Fred." "Right." "No, I did not get a copy from my counterpart in Connecticut, but I could." "No, I just wanted to know if they found any hair, DNA, any anomalies?" "We never... we kind of dead-ended on that case." "You know, and I just can't seem to..." "You're a bit of an obsessive, aren't you?" "Oh, you shouldn't be ashamed of that." "I mean, it's highly desirable in our business." "Practically a prerequisite." "Hmm." "All the best detectives are obsessive." "All the best criminals, too, so it's tricky." "Right." "Well, I think I can handle it." "So what's it like being you?" "Your mind just eats everything... moments, images, data... and you never let it go?" "Boy, it must be even trickier for you." "Obsession, I mean." "Sometimes." "Yeah." "Has this Fred contacted you again?" "I think so, but I don't know for sure." "Did you tell Al?" "No." "It'll be our little secret." "Oh, I was gonna call him anyway about Kayla Yancey." "She was taking painkillers, and for a good reason." "Her entire anterior talofibular ligament was damaged beyond repair or recovery." "I talked to her orthopedist, who told her two weeks ago." "There wasn't gonna be any comeback." "Her career was over." "So Kayla knew she was done with tennis?" "Yeah, but the fact that she was still playing on that ankle, painkillers or not, means was not ready to give up." "Or just denial." "I'm thinking she didn't even tell her coach." "Okay." "So, the warrant for the bank got me no closer to identifying who's behind this trust that's been paying Kayla." "No surprise there, but I did find something interesting." "The only other activity on the account is a series of regular checks being sent to someone named Ella Zimmer." "Yeah." "We saw her at the tennis center." "Lousy footwork." "Same sugar daddy?" "When did these payments to Ella start?" "Around ten months ago." "That's right after" "Kayla got her injury." "Now she told the press that she got it by tripping over a rug." "Maybe that's not what happened." "And Ella and Kayla are being paid off to keep quiet." "So you've never heard of eastern associated trust?" "Never received any money from them?" "Maybe you have the wrong person." "Maybe." "So, maybe you could help us find the other Ella Zimmer, who's a professional tennis player and lives at 5104 bedford." "I've got nothing more to say." "Looks like he was traveling with his whole stash." "Fits the M.O of a hunted man." "Hey!" "Maybe you can tell the other Ella that the tennis federation bans players for using little green pills." "Ah, hey, there she is." "Let's talk, okay?" "Kayla and I were playing a tune-up down in Miami." "After the finals party on the last night, she and I and this guy she was kind of dating were partying back at his hotel." "He was on a lot of blow." "I mean a lot." "The guy was a total vacuum all night." "Suddenly, the cops are banging at the door." "He forces us out on the balcony 'cause he doesn't want to get caught with us in his room, and Kayla and I jumped." "That's how she hurt her ankle." "The story was she tripped on a carpet at home." "Yeah, well, that's what we were supposed to say." "Who told you to say that?" "The vacuum?" "Look, they paid us to keep it a secret." "Who's they?" "This guy." "He shows up the next day and totally takes charge." "Offers us money, makes us sign all these documents." "Kept it out of the papers." "I need to know the name of the man you guys were partying with that night." "All those years working on that serve." "It'd be a shame to throw it all away." "Come on, Ella, a name." "Fine." "Reed Benedict." "As in..." "Yeah, one and the same." "Whoa." "Well, life's good when your last name is Benedict." "Yeah, well, having $50 million doesn't hurt." "Yeah, a senator, two governors in the family." "Guy's got a lot to live up to." "Can't say he's not trying." "We can do better as a nation." "That is why I am today announcing my intention to run for congress from the 14th congressional district." "Well, another Benedict on the rise." "Not the best time to get caught cheating on your wife with some blow in a hotel room." "How much do you want to bet the Miami-dade police have no record of that hotel bust?" "That's why they call 'em fixers." "All right, so Kayla found out her career was over at the same time the guy responsible for it is running for congress." "And she figures he's not in a position to say no and decides she wants more than her medical bills paid." "Ah, it just doesn't sound like this girl, you know." "To support my husband." "Molly and I are very excited." "I mean, maybe it was Troy Smolin's idea." "It's nice..." "I mean, it explains his getting killed." "Yeah." "Big eat small." "Natural order, they say." "Makes me mad, though, that the big always get away with it." "Whoever your fixer is, he's been a busy guy." "I did some digging." "Reed Benedict, yeah, he skirts trouble as well as he finds it." "We're talking drugs, bar fights." "Lot of charges over the years." "Just, nothing seems to stick." "Also, there's no record of any drug arrest in Miami." "Told you." "Also, I found out more information about eastern associated trust... the fund that's been paying off our dead girl." "They share the same mailing address as a big midtown law firm..." "Suttleson  Levin." "Have 300-plus lawyers." "The fixer for the Benedicts is probably one of 'em, probably a partner." "171 names, but it's a start." "Wait a second." "Hedstrom." " We resist..." " We champions of the law?" "As much as we're capable." "Hedstrom." "Jonathan Hedstrom..." "he's our guy." "You sure?" "Makes me mad, though, that the big always get away with it." "Oh, yeah, I'm sure." "Ok, Jonathan Hedstrom..." "bit of a mystery, but..." "Navy seal to Fordham law, then office of naval intelligence." "Bunch of classified military stuff in the '80s." "CIA?" "Could be, but then he joins Suttleson  Levin as a partner in '91, and here's the weird thing... no client list as far as I can see." "Appears he mostly handles trust accounts." "From which he pays off enemies of the Benedicts." "Yeah, it's tough to track." "He did cross paths with Oliver Benedict..." "Reed's Uncle... in the foreign service in China and he shows up around the family a lot, right... weddings, summers at the cape." "We should get Ella to I.D. Him, but this is our guy." "Hey." "Hey, ballistics just got back to me." "Kayla and Troy were killed with the same nine-millimeter." "Oh, any chance that it belongs to Reed?" "Well, he doesn't own any registered firearms." "He doesn't need to." "He owns Hedstrom." "Oh, you're not going to believe this." "That was Ella Zimmer's attorney." "She was supposed to come in today to give an official statement." "Don't say it." "Well, it seems she's accepted a last-minute invitation to play a tournament in Dubai and one immediately following in Morocco." "And just like that." "Yeah, what are you going to say?" "Guy's good." "Yep, all I know, you take on the Benedicts, you got to be loaded for bear." "First, you got to get the bear's attention." "Hedstrom wasn't returning any calls, so I tried a buddy of mine over at the New York ledger." "I told him Reed Benedict might be a person of interest in a murder investigation." "Well, 14 minutes later Benedict's office called." "Of course he'll help, whatever assistance we need." "That's a good start." "Hey." "How'd you trip to this Hedstrom, anyway?" "Saw it on a bench." "There a story that goes with that?" "Of course there is, but you don't want to hear it." "Funny, I do." "I have to make a phone call." "I'll catch up to you." "Walter Morgan's office." "Yeah, hi, this is Carrie Wells for Mr. Morgan." "Oh, Ms. Wells, I'm afraid Mr. Morgan is gone for the day, but he did ask me to give you a message in case you called." "Really, what's the message?" "He said to say "you're welcome."" "Thank you very much." "Shall we?" "Mm-hmm." "I last saw Kayla Yancey on November 15 at an exhibition tournament." "We spoke briefly and she expressed hope that she was on her way to a full recovery." "I did not hear about Kayla again until I read of her death in the times two days ago." "She was an inspiring person and a wonderful athlete, and her death is a true tragedy." "So, if you would confine your questions to the relevant portions of our client's statement..." "Were you romantically involved with Kayla?" "As my client's statement indicates, he and Kayla Yancey had been casual friends for a number of years." "Mr. Benedict, were you involved in any way in the original injury to Kayla's ankle?" "I was not." "You weren't partying in Key Biscayne, doing a little coke, hanging out?" "One thing led to another, cops got called?" "Let's move on." "Two nights ago, can you account for your whereabouts from 5:30 to 7:30?" "Next question, detective." "This is a homicide investigation, and Mr. Benedict is not above the law." "We have a black sedan and a partial plate from the crime scene that matches a car the Benedicts own." "What?" "This is a wrap, folks." "No, hold on." "I knew Kayla, but I didn't hurt her." "Reed." "No," "I have nothing to hide here." "You want to know where I was the night Kayla was killed." "I was with a doctor, a therapist actually." "I'm sure one of these gentlemen can put you in touch with him." "That's it, boys and girls." "Okay." "Wait a second, that's Hedstrom." "If they've got their fixer here, it means they're circling the wagons." "First things first... we're gonna find that shrink to check Benedict's alibi." "No, first I'm gonna talk to him." "Wait a second." "We don't even know what questions to ask." "Oh, I got a question." "Did you kill Kayla Yancey, for starters?" "I'll fix you, you bastard." "I got the report back from the Bridgeport M.E's office on the Richard Simons murder." "Anything?" "Less than nothing." "He said it was the most sterile crime scene he has ever seen." "No prints, no hairs, no skin shavings, nothing." "Footprints?" "Okay, get this." "The body was stuffed in a culvert by the side of the highway, right?" "It had been raining for two days straight, so there was mud everywhere." "Not a footprint, not a tire track for a hundred yards." "Big fan of the sea lions myself." "Now you see 'em, now you don't, and barely a ripple in their wake." ""Barely a ripple."" "If this guy is contacting you, Carrie, be careful." "I don't want to offer him up another victim." "This may sound insane, but what if he's trying to help me?" "Then you're making a deal with the devil." "Right." "My office." "Sure." "What's up?" "I just got a call from the corruption commission about you." "Corruption commission?" "What did they want?" "To inform me they're opening an investigation into your expenditures and your earnings." "Oh, this is coming from Jonathan Hedstrom." "And you know what that means?" "That means we're close to the truth on Kayla Yancey." "He's behind this, he's coming after me." "I don't care how they got here." "I care about getting them away." "So I'm gonna ask you, is there anything for them to find?" "I'll be fine, Al." "That's not an answer." "If your gambling shows up on their radar..." "Okay, you don't have to worry about it!" "I do have to worry about it!" "You leave your prints at some underground casino," "I'm the guy that's got to make that go away." "You remember that?" "I've said thank you for that." "You want me to say it again?" "Thank you, thank you, Al." "Look, you're getting a higher profile now." "The whole team is getting a higher profile." "Whether or not this Hedstrom is coming after you, you got to be careful, and I'm not just talking about your gambling," "I'm talking about your gangster boyfriend." "Gangster boyf... what?" "He's not a gangster, first of all." "Second of all, stay out of my dating life." "I'll stay out of it, but I can't speak for the commission." "I'm trying to protect you." "It sounds like you're trying to protect you." "It sounds like you're worried people are going to find out that your star detective isn't mother Teresa and you might not get invited to your uptown events to hobnob with the deputy mayor anymore." "You're part of a team here, and you may not like to believe it, but we have your back." "You ought to have ours." "Right." "I'll handle it, okay?" "Stop, stop, you can't go in there." "You are messing with the wrong person." "I'm in a meeting here." "Look, meeting's over." "Would you please...?" "Detective, would it be the worst thing to take some time off, clear your head a little, maybe start thinking more clearly about things?" "Listen to me." "You'd better start looking over your shoulder 'cause I'm coming for you and I'm not going to stop till I take you down." "No offense, but I have dealt with adversaries far more challenging than you." "No, you haven't." "Here's what I don't get." "Reed's alibi checks out, he's in the clear, right?" "So why is Hedstrom getting involved in any of this?" "Well, maybe he killed Kayla." "No, that guy... he's a pro." "Kayla's murder... it was sloppy." "I think he's protecting someone who did." "Only person we're targeting is Benedict, and he's got an alibi." "You're right." "We're targeting Reed, right?" "But Hedstrom's got to be afraid that someone close to Reed is going to go down in the crossfire." "His wife." "Molly had these red marks on her wrist." "What if that bracelet didn't belong to Kayla?" "What if it belonged to Molly Benedict?" "That would make a hell of a lot more sense." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." "So Kayla's one of Reed's old flames;" "Now she's desperate, circling back into Reed's life..." "If Molly thinks that Troy and Kayla are going after her husband, there's your motive." "Protect your marriage, Reed's political career." "How about you, Molly?" "You ready for the campaign?" "I'll do whatever I have to, to support my husband." "She knew that if Kayla told her story, it would destroy Reed's career." "Where was Molly Benedict when Kayla was murdered?" "We had her at home, I think." "Okay." "This is across the street from Molly Benedict's design firm in soho." "This is 30 minutes after Kayla's murder." "See that car pulling in?" "Matches the car seen leaving the murder scene." "Oh, we haven't even gotten to our close-up yet, Mr. Demille." "Hello, Molly." "You know what's great about being a doctor?" "Professional courtesy." "I just talked to a colleague over at Bellevue who told me that your friend there, Molly Benedict, has had her fair share of psychiatric care over the past decade." "Her latest stint at bellevue for acute stress disorder, or as you laymen commonly refer to it, a nervous breakdown." "Which doesn't make this any more comforting." "You ready?" "Molly Benedict obtained a handgun license three months ago." "Please tell me it was a nine-mil." "Glock 17." "That's our baby." "Go get her." "Detectives, I've answered all your questions." "I have nothing more to say." "Hi." "We haven't met." "I'm Carrie." "Molly." "Molly, did you lose something recently?" "A diamond bracelet, maybe?" "No." "Well, maybe you can explain how a bracelet you wore to a met opening last month wound up next to a dead girl in queens." "You're under arrest for the murder of Kayla Yancey." "Put your hands behind your back." "What are they talking about?" "I'm so sorry, Reed." "I'm so sorry." "I'm so sorry." "Don't." "For a second, when she first came out of the courts," "I thought I should just get back in my car." "But then she looked, and she saw me." "She saw the gun." "And I was afraid she would scream." "So I pulled the trigger." "And she fell." "And I ran over to her, you know, to..." "To see maybe she was okay." "And she grabbed me here." "I couldn't let her talk." "I couldn't let her tell anyone." "So I did it again." "And I thought..." "I just kept thinking, why did I do this?" "I didn't have to do this." "Be back in a minute." "She didn't mention Troy Smolin at all." "Claims she has no idea who killed him." "That's because it was cleanup." "Hedstrom, I know." "I tried." "She wouldn't flip on him." "Either she's scared or the Benedicts kept her in the dark." "All right, so we get a search warrant, right?" "We get into Hedstrom's office, his house." "Good luck." "You know his pedigree." "With what we got, there's not a judge in New York who'd grant a search warrant for that guy." "Judge Leo Silverman." "Talk to his honor about that." "The judge is quite persuasive." "Hey!" "Roe." "Yo." "Can you do a search for a criminal court judge?" "A Leo Silverman?" "Yeah, sure." "Sorry." "Can you include "Benedict" in that search?" "Okay, here we go..." "Silverman and Benedict." "Whoa." "Yowza." "Got some pay dirt." "All right." "Looks like Leo Silverman took on Reed Benedict senior for his house seat in 1992, and they nearly buried him." ""Leo Silverman tarred and feathered by Benedict machine." "Loses by 30 points."" "That is exactly why" "Leo Silverman is the one judge in town who will give us a warrant for Jonathan Hedstrom." "Thank you, Fred." "Oh, please don't get up." "No, it... it doesn't work like that." "He can't." "Hello." "I got to call you back." "Detectives, look, I'd love to chat, but I'm just on my way out." "Oh, what's the matter?" "One of the Benedicts got a runny nose, need a tissue?" "Do you people never tire of this?" "Oh, this won't take long." "Based on the warrant we just executed on your car, we got a parking receipt that puts you one block away from where Troy Smolin was murdered, right at the same time." "Well, if you want to arrest me for that, you go ahead." "Oh, no, it gets better." "We got a subpoena for your safety deposit box, courtesy of your buddy, judge Leo Silverman." "You know what we found in there?" "The remnants of Molly Benedict's bracelet, the gun that Molly used to kill Kayla, the same gun that you used to kill Troy." "You have no idea who you're dealing with." "Oh, that's what they all say." "Hands behind your back, pal." "Hey." "You got a minute?" "Not if it's like that last minute we had." "What if it's a little bit like that last minute?" "What's going on?" "I think..." "I've been in touch with Fred." "Listen, he gave me Jonathan Hedstrom." "Hold on." "He called you?" "Not exactly." "He also gave me judge Silverman from when we were at that charity thing." "Look, I looked into him." "He's an attorney." "His name is Walter Morgan." "I... called him." "I met him." "You're out of your mind." "Yeah, well, we both know that." "And you lied to me." "I had to be sure." "And now you're sure?" "Yeah." "But we can't touch him." "I mean, I have looked at every public record, every brief." "Nothing traces back to him." "I'm sorry I lied to you." "I shouldn't have done it." "You're just doing what he wants." "You realize that." "No." "He's doing what I want." "He helped me with this case." "No." "He's playing you." "That's what he does." "Oh, my God." "Molly." "Hey, Carrie." "I was glad to hear from you again." "Thank you for agreeing to meet me." "Allen street foundation, no?" "I'm sorry." "What about it?" "Charity..." "you're on the board." "Yeah, I am." "With Molly Benedict." "See, it took me a while to figure it out, but I got there." "What, did you get inside the head of a fragile woman, manipulate her, give her some advice?" "Is that how it works?" "Uh, as I recall, Molly asked for my thoughts on her husband's political career." "Apparently, she thought it was threatened in some way." "And you told her how to..." "Remove the threat?" "I don't recall the exact advice I gave her, but maybe something along those lines." "And she..." "Shoots and kills Kayla, a 19-year-old girl." "That is some game..." "Fred." "Fred?" "Excuse me?" "You want to know how this ends?" "You lose." "I know you think you're safe, but I'm coming for you, and I am not going to stop until you're on your knees." "That makes me sad." "I thought we could be friends." "Not interested." "You're absolutely sure?" "Yeah." "Piece of advice, Carrie?" "Since it seems that's all I'm good for." "They've rebuilt the penguin house at the zoo." "Why don't you have a look?" "See you around the jungle." "What did he say?" "Nothing definitive." "You okay?" "Yeah." "Be seeing you, Carrie." "Yeah."