"Well, gentlemen, it's her." "Good god, are you sure?" "Why didn't she ever show up before this?" "Look at her teeth, hmm?" "She's got meth mouth." "She's a full-on addict." "She's probably happy people thought she was dead." "–Go get chief Johnson, please." "–Yes, sir." "The jury convicted Bill Croelick of killing this woman years ago." "Right." "Well, the jury was wrong, apparently, because she died this morning of an overdose." "But... but..." "listen to me." "We know Croelick is a murderer." "He's burned to death at least one other girl." "For which he was tried and found not guilty." "Get to the point." "My point is, if you release this information to the press and Johnson can't get a confession out of him," "Croelick walks out of prison a free man not because he's innocent of murder but because we misidentified his victim." "What's the alternative?" "Do us a favor." "Send this girl to the crematorium as a Jane Doe." "Keep Croelick in prison." "Don't damage the reputation of our department to let a killer go free." "Here is the favor I will do for you." "I will forget you said that." "Sorry to keep you waiting, chief." "About 3 years ago, we found a body badly burned in a car." "Lieutenant Flynn." "Through dental records, we I. D'd the vic as Lisa Barnes." "I worked the case, arrested a freak..." "Bill Croelick." "He has a history of barbecuing his victims." "He sits on death row as we speak." "So what's the problem?" "The problem is, this is the Lisa Barnes who Croelick was convicted of burning up 3 years ago." "She died this morning at 11:00 of methamphetamine related heart failure." "So a man's been sitting in prison for the last 3 years for killing a woman..." "Who died 6 hours ago." "Yeah." "So who did Bill Croelick kill?" "That's what we need Priority Homicide to find out before we have to release him." "Thank you." "Here's how it'll work." "Janet Powell, the deputy DA. who prosecuted Croelick will call his defense counsel who in turn will immediately petition the court for a writ of habeas corpus." "And the DA. won't oppose that motion?" "Well, they'll do what they can, but the conviction was based on tying Croelick to Lisa Barnes not just through his MO., but also through her physical and personal characteristics." "Everybody's sure he killed somebody." "Yeah, but he went to great lengths to make sure we couldn't I. D the vic." "Cut off her hands and feet, set her on fire twice, pushed her off a cliff in a car." "Sounds thorough." "In order to arrest Croelick again, we have to connect him to the young lady he actually murdered." "And we may only have 48 hours before he walks." "You want me to take a dry run at it?" "Maybe, but, uh... this guy's not your run-of-the-mill psychopath." "Thanks, Sara." "He never said a word after he was arrested, never spoke at his own trial, listens intently to his attorney." "And he's been studying law in prison." "Well, I'll be extra polite." "Yeah and extra careful, too." "Please." "You're, uh, kind of his type." "Deputy DA." "Powell here prosecuted Mr Croelick." "She can explain some of the mistakes made in the original I. D process." "Oh, and Ms Powell, if you could start with a few words about the body we found yesterday." "Lisa Barnes grew up in Fresno, moved to the Miracle Mile area of L. A. in '98, married in '99." "Somewhere in the next year, she picked up a meth habit." "Her husband reported her missing in 2000." "In June '02, we discovered the burned-out shell of a stolen car." "Inside of it was the charred remains of Lisa Barnes." "Of who you thought was Lisa Barnes." "It was a reasonable assumption." "I found Lisa's driver's license at the scene." "Did you run the dental records of the corpse through the missing persons database?" "–No, but we had..." "–Lieutenant Tao, would you mind compiling a list of all the missing females in the Los Angeles area during the crime." "You got it." "There was no need to run a search." "–We had a positive I. D –Made by whom?" "Dr Nelson Grayton, L.A. County's chief Forensic odontologist." "He checked 3 of the corpse..." "Sergeant Gabriel, could you arrange a chat with Mr Grayton, please?" "–Yeah." "Right on it." "–Thank you." "So sorry to interrupt." "Go on, Ms Powell." "And on top of everything else, Lisa was Croelick's type..." "Blonde, small, pretty in that common sort of a way." "In fact, she looked very much like the other woman" "I prosecuted him for killing." "In 2000, we... sorry." "Who's "we"?" "It was my case, too." "Another woman, burned-out car, also missing her hands and feet." "Petite, blonde." "A little on the trashy side." "Anna Tandy." "We had no leads, and then a witness came forward." "A witness knew Anna, but more importantly, she knew Anna's boyfriend." "Bill Croelick?" "A witness placed Croelick at the car the night Anna was murdered, and afterwards, when he was drunk, he confessed to her what he had done." "Unfortunately, 4 days into the trial..." "Your witness overdosed before she could testify." "After our witness died, I was left with a lot of circumstantial data, deposition, and Dr Easton, who did Croelick's psych evaluation." "I want to stress the fact that my testimony in the case of Lisa Barnes was based on facts that have changed." "I was not a part of this inquiry." "Understood, Dr Easton." "Myself, detective Flynn, Dr Easton..." "Croelick's acquittal made us sick." "With Lisa Barnes, we had another chance to put him away." "So the doctor here had 2 chances to profile Croelick." "I did." "I even wrote about him." "Criminals and their victims: a cycle of violence." "Croelick made an interesting chapter." "I kept visiting him after the first trial." "I think it flattered him." "Do you think Croelick killed our Jane Doe?" "Well, based on the similarities to his prior crime," "I'd say yes." "Please." "Both murders demonstrated the hallmarks of a highly organized, sexually aggressive killer, and though I'm not an expert on this, they found his fingerprints on a stainless steel lighter on the scene." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Don't mean to be rude." "You want some?" "They're sugarless." "My wife buys them for our children." "Thanks." "And even by the carton." "Well, I only have about 5 minutes before I have to interview this guy, so I should probably get to the basics." "What is he?" "A borderline sociopath." "You know, knows the difference between right and wrong." "Smart." "I kind of feel for him." "The pattern's so formulaic." "His father started dropping acid when Croelick was 5 years old and ended up killing Billy's mother in front of him by holding her face down on a lit stove." "She was blonde, too, his mother?" "She was, and so is every woman he's ever dated." "And they're all drug users, too." "Croelick's way of reuniting the family." "And after the parents died?" "He went from foster home to foster home, becoming ever more violent." "For example, he forced one family's cat to swallow an M-80 firecracker." "The cat burst into flames." "A year later, he beat another child with a hot curling iron, which earned him 2 years of juvenile detention." "And after his release, he branded his name onto a girl's forearm during intercourse." "He'd become sexually aroused by the smell of burning flesh." "He fantasizes about it." "And of course he smokes, 3 packs a day." "I used to have my office fumigated after his visits." "And he's here, waiting." "God, this guy makes me sick." "Why is she questioning him without an attorney?" "Declined counsel." "I mirandized him on the way in from the elevator." "Well, that's a break, at least." "You need a wingman?" "No, thanks." "I think I'll have more luck on my own." "Ok." "Are you sure you want to do that?" "I don't know." "Well." "Hello, William." "Oh, it's Bill." "It's just plain Bill." "All right, just plain Bill." "I'm just plain Brenda." "L. A. P. D" "I think Bill and I will get along better just one-on-one, so if y'all don't mind." "Thanks." "Well, this is a turn of events, huh?" "I wasn't here 3 years ago, but I heard you pled not guilty to the murder of Lisa Barnes." "It turns out you were telling the truth." "But you know what?" "I think you do know who burned to death in that car, just plain Bill." "And I was wondering if you'd do me a favor and tell me her name, because even though you don't want to see Ms Powell again, she's agreed that if you I. D the victim," "she'll make the capital part of your sentence go away and you won't have to face the death penalty anymore." "You'll even be eligible for parole." "So all you have to do is tell me the truth." "Since you asked me so nice and all and since you're just... oh, you're just cute as a bug, ain't ya?" "Heh!" "Uh..." "I'll tell you the truth." "Do you want to hear it?" "In 28 hours, I'm gonna be 100% free and drunk off my ass, and there isn't one damn thing that you or anyone else can do about it." "And, you know, why should I talk to you when Katie Couric sent me a fruit basket?" "Extraordinary." "Something's different about him." "Yeah." "And it's who he's talking to." "I do want to thank you very much for your southern hospitality." "See, I knew you weren't alone." "'Cause, you know, cute girls like you, you're never alone." "But I do so hope we meet each other again." "I never forget a face." "It was wonderful to meet you, just plain Brenda." "Likewise." "Hello." "I'm afraid I'm the bearer of some, well, unique news." "Mr Barnes, it seems that your first wife Lisa, she's dead." "Well, yes." "I know that." "Excuse me." "Is that the emergency you called us in to explain?" "You wanted to tell Roy that Lisa is dead?" "Again." "I mean, she wasn't murdered 3 years ago." "She just died yesterday of a drug overdose." "Roy, tell me you didn't know about this." "No." "Of course I didn't know about this, all right?" "I spoke at her funeral, for god sakes." "I mean, or somebody's funeral." "I don't know." "Whose funeral was it?" "Good god!" "Did you pay for that funeral?" "We should get reimbursed for that." "Look, can I see her body?" "–No way are you seeing her!" "–Kimberly, hold on!" "Why would you even ask that?" "It's just that I just want to make sure that it was really her, and..." "I just don't want to keep going through this again." "I promise." "This is the absolutely last time that Lisa will die, and we already have a positive I. D on the body, so we don't need you to see her again." "I'm sorry." "It's just that I was so sure last time, you know?" "I was at the trial, and... and... if it wasn't her, where has she been all this time?" "Eventually we'll be able to answer all your questions, but for right now, we're under a bit of a time constraint, and what I need is for you to give me back..." "You want to swap bodies." "Well, the good news is, Lisa's in much better shape." "Well, we don't want it." "Kimberly, honey, please." "Don't "honey" me." "You have always been obsessed with that woman." "So help me, god, I am not going through another burial and 3 years of mourning." "We are happy with the way things are." "Actually, you know, Roy was still married at your wedding." "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "Look, my wife Lisa was declared dead, ok?" "I have the death certificate." "So do I. Mine's a little more recent, and it could cause all sorts of legal problems." "You might need to get your marriage annulled, have another ceremony, or we could, uh, swap the dead girls, call it even." "What do you say?" "Oh, my god." "That woman has never been anything but trouble." "Sign it and let's just get it over with." "Can you at least tell me who it was that I buried 3 years ago?" "Oh, I wish I could." "Doesn't this look like fun, huh?" "Did some of her fall over there?" "Sergeant Gabriel, a little help, please." "Now you expect me to identify this..." "What do we call this?" "Jane Doe?" "The body formerly known as Lisa Barnes." "Doctor, we are under a tremendous time pressure here with only a few hours left to I. D the body." "Maybe she should see a dentist." "Hold this." "Ow!" "I got a specimen jar right here." "I wasn't asked to identify the victim." "I was asked to confirm the identity we already had." "So you had an excuse to be sloppy." "Croelick had been held for almost 2 days." "Flynn told me that if I didn't confirm the identity of his victim" "–within 45 minutes..." "–Hey, asshole, no one asked you to lie." "I didn't lie." "It's not my fault." "No finger pointing, please." "Facts." "Lisa Barnes was a meth user." "You know what that does to your mouth?" "Teeth take on the consistency of ripe fruit." "Right." "So I wasn't surprised when I had only 3 good molars to work with." "It is consistent with Lisa Barnes having meth mouth." "Or being roasted at 1500 degrees." "Vere's the x-rays of the 3 teeth in the jar." "And here are the only x-rays I had at the time of Lisa Barnes' correlating molars." "Now, you see how similar the roots of the teeth are?" "The height of the bone, the absence of filling." "And with Flynn pushing me." "What would be the benefit of more time, doctor?" "Well, for one thing, I might have found Lisa Barnes' more recent x-rays." "They look alike to me." "Yeah, well, they're not." "You see how white that area of the tooth is?" "Mm-hmm." "That's a brand-new filling." "Now, you compare that to the teeth in the jar..." "No filling." "Jesus." "I have a deal with HBO." "It's a documentary deal." "I would appreciate another chance to identify who these teeth actually belong to." "Thank you so much for the offer, doctor, but I think I'd like a second opinion." "–Uh, chief?" "–Yeah." "Grayton is the only Forensic dentist in L. A. County." "I can't base another case on his assumptions." "We'll find someone else." "Before Croelick walks, we have maybe an hour left." "I can tell the time, lieutenant." "Thank you." "Oh, man. 1000 bucks says I'm gonna be wearing this bullshit." "Thanks for hurrying." "Oh, don't you look handsome today!" "Ok." "We know our Jane Doe was white, early thirties, probably dropped out of sight about 3 years ago." "These 40 missing women fit the profile." "All I need from you is an expert to go over these dental records, match them with these teeth, and tell me which missing person she was." "Ok." "I'll bite." "What's wrong with your odontologist?" "He's the reason we got the wrong I. D in the first place." "Brenda, how many cases has this guy worked on?" "Oh, I don't want to talk about that right now." "No, no, no." "Because if this is true, if it gets out that your guy's just making it up as he goes along," "Croelick's not the only criminal who's going free." "Every defendant from every trial this moron testified at can sue to have their cases reopened." "I know." "That's why shh, shh!" "Ok?" "Shh!" "I can do." "Fast, I don't know." "I'll try." "Should I stop in there and wave at the guys?" "No." "You should hurry and help me." "Please, hurry." "Thank you." "Hurry." "Chief?" "Chief⁈" "You have a visitor." "Just wanted to say goodbye and how nice it was meeting you, just plain deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson." "Whoa!" "Got yourself a nice, big office..." "A bunch of men working for you." "It's not at all how I thought of you before." "Sort of a turn-off." "Not every fantasy comes true, huh?" "Why don't you sit down, take a load off?" "I'd love to talk to you." "I'm sorry." "My lawyer's waiting for me downstairs, but some other time, maybe." "Count on it." "The one time we absolutely needed Miss Atlanta to get a confession, she blows it." "Here's what I'm wondering." "Flynn basically got his promotion off this case." "Think he might have worked the evidence?" "I'm beginning to think he did." "That's because she's treating him like a criminal." "And our experts, too." "If she had spent as much time trying to I. D the vic as she did running down the people who work for us, maybe this guy Croelick wouldn't be on the streets." "Yeah, or if you'd handled this case correctly the first time, but that's the past." "I'd like to solve the problem we have now." "Getting this guy Croelick is going to take teamwork." "But how are we going to assemble a team with chief Johnson in charge?" "The FBI hates her." "The DA. hates her." "The Forensic specialists hate her." "Everybody wants Croelick back in prison, but nobody's going to help her do it." "All right." "Well, how would you suggest I change that dynamic?" "Commander Scott retired." "Reduce chief Johnson to his rank." "You will send a clear and unambiguous signal that you are aware of the issue and that we here at L. A. P. D are serious about correcting it." "That's not just a reduction in rank." "That consigns her to civil service." "I don't even know if that can be done." "And I think it creates more problems than it solves." "I want police protection!" "I want my wife and kids in protective custody right now!" "Whoa, whoa, wait." "Calm down." "Croelick called me on my private cell and told me I should start looking out for myself." "He called you, too?" "You see that?" "I am not the only one." "Wait a minute." "How can you be so sure it was Croelick?" "He identified himself." "This is how this lunatic got off the first time." "By eliminating anyone who could testify against him!" "Me and my family, my kids..." "Grayton." "How much you want to bet?" "Hello." "Lieutenant Tao, trace." "Yeah." "Yeah." "You listen to me, you little..." "Keep him on the line." "We got a call coming in on..." "Just wait one second, o..." "Great." "He's gone." "Too short to trace." "It's all right." "If that's real harassment, we can have him arrested." "I'm already on it, chief." "Lieutenant Provenza, I want protective custody for Dr Grayton, Easton, and lieutenant Flynn." "Whoa, whoa, listen." "I've got all the police protection I need right here." "I want to know what was said by him and by you, too." "Now, in my office, please." "Thank you." "What the hell are you doing here?" "–I'm unarmed." "–Get down!" "Get down!" "Put your face on the ground." "It's all right." "I know the drill." "Don't you look at me!" "Sergeant Gabriel, I found Croelick." "On my porch." "Be nice if we had some company." "Thank you." "Well, you were looking for me." "Here I am." "How'd you get my address?" "Why, haven't you heard?" "I'm a criminal." "But don't worry." "As it turns out, you're not my type." "Although I admit to liking a fiery woman, you're a little on the bossy side." "If you've got something private to say to me, you'd best get to it." "Yes, ma'am." "All right." "So, uh..." "Someone called my attorney saying I've made harassing phone calls, including one to a detective and that the police were looking for me and since I didn't want to end up, you know, dead," "I thought I'd save you the trouble and turn myself in." "What makes you think you'd end up dead?" "Flynn framed me for murder 3 years ago with deputy DA." "Powell and Dr Easton, so clearly, I'd say, they'd feel better if I ceased to exist." "Maybe I would, too." "Oh, but you don't know me as well." "Anyway, I don't know what they said to you, but I told them who I was in each call and asked them only what, as individuals, they thought should happen to liars." "'Cause that's what they did." "They all lied about me." "Dr Grayton, obviously." "In Dr Easton's profile." "My psychological pathology was made up out of thin air." "He was bought and paid for by Powell, and she put me on death row, and that's... that's a seriously unhappy place to be, just plain Brenda." "Lots of folks seem to think you belonged there." "So, uh... so, sit down, and I'll explain to you why you shouldn't be trying to put me to death for the murder of... uh, who is it, by the way?" "Hurry up." "You're gonna hear sirens any minute." "Well, if you look at the crime for which I was acquitted... –That girl, that, uh..." "–Anna Tandy." "Whatever." "Anyway, she had..." "Oh, there I go again." "It's a technical term for making a fire faster, hotter?" "An accelerant?" "An accelerant." "Right." "She had an accelerant poured in her mouth before she was lit up." "Do you know why someone would do that?" "Pour an accelerant down someone's throat?" "No." "Well, from what I've heard..." "It makes bodies light up like shooting stars because of the oxygen in the lungs." "And when they die, fire and light flow out of their bodies like they were Jack-o-lanterns on Halloween." "Now, I bet every tax-free dollar from the settlement the city is sure to give me that your extra-crispy Jane Doe was not cooked from the inside." "Uh-oh." "Time's up." "What kind of an accelerant does that without killing the victim before the fire starts?" "Well, I'd only be guessing, but how'd you like a couple triple martinis straight up with a strong dash of pure grain alcohol?" "Chief⁈ Chief⁈" "Andy, hi!" "Good to see you again!" "–Are you hurt?" "–No." "I'm fine." "Fine." "We sent our dentist a couple of uniforms this afternoon." "Yeah?" "Dr Grayton?" "He wasn't there." "He vanished." "Let's go." "Where were you, you sack of human waste!" "Where were you, huh⁈" "You know, if my fingerprints show up on a lighter in that dentist's pocket..." "Shut up, shut up!" "I'd be suspicious if I were you." "I said, shut up!" "If the fire had originated inside of your Jane Doe, there would be evidence of the lungs exploding." "Well, is there?" "No." "Whatever was left disintegrated." "Now, but this Anna girl, a few years ago, her lungs exploded." "Do you think maybe you could take another peek around inside?" "Tell me, chief Johnson, where exactly do you see an inside?" "–Hi." "–Hey." "Would you mind coming in here for just one second?" "Is this my Jane Doe?" "So much for foreplay." "Any luck on what they said with your missing dentist?" "No signs of foul play." "I think he may have skipped town." "What?" "I promise that's your girl." "And she was first reported missing june 2002." "She looks almost exactly like Lisa Barnes." "Maybe we're about to get lucky." "Drum roll." "Here's hoping this picture rings a bell with someone." "Her name is..." "Samantha Jones." "Can we have the lights, please?" "Dr Easton, you know this woman?" "She's chapter 8 in my book." "I testified at her rape trial." "And who was the arresting officer on the case?" "Ok, what's going on here?" "Explain it to me." "Croelick has nothing to do with this Samantha Jones at all?" "No." "No." "Samantha was raped by some other scumbag." "And we had a hell of a time getting her to testify against him." "I mean, the woman was unstable, needy." "I think Easton even talked to her parents." "I told them she was about ready to have a meltdown." "I mean, hey, you ask some of these chicks about it, and they would rather, like, be murdered than sexually assaulted." "Samantha said that." "It's in Easton's records." "Some women just can't deal with rape, and when she disappeared, we all thought she had committed suicide." "Well, I suppose she could have lifted" "Bill Croelick's stainless steel cigarette lighter, making sure his prints were still on it, made a copy of Lisa Barnes' license, stolen a car, pushed it off a cliff, chopping off her hands and feet" "while discarding them en route after setting fire to herself." "Maybe she trained for her suicide at the Cirque de Soleil." "I don't know." "But it seems much more reasonable that she was murdered and someone planted the evidence after the fact, doesn't it?" "Actually, chief, it is possible, listening to this from a purely objective point of view, that this girl Samantha did commit suicide, and then someone who was familiar with the Croelick case," "Croelick's MO., and understandably eager to put this maniac away, might have made her death look like..." "Hey." "What is this?" "I'm just saying there's a lot of mistakes your end." "And I just think internal affairs should investigate this whole situation." "Do you agree?" "No." "No, I don't." "Not yet." "I'd like to have a private discussion with lieutenant Flynn, if you don't mind." "You must be so happy right now." "Can't wait to see me get ripped apart." "God." "You know what?" "In the general scheme of things, you matter to me about as much as a june bug in july." "But if you're interested in keeping your job and your rank, you'd better answer my questions, lieutenant, and without all the usual crap I have to take from you." "3 years ago, Samantha Jones, a rape victim, was murdered in the same way that Bill Croelick kills his victims." "Looks that way." "And another coincidence..." "Samantha was the same height, weight, and color as another missing girl, Lisa Barnes, a drug addict living on the streets." "Yeah." "They do look a lot alike." "Hey, I don't know whether someone wanted to frame Bill Croelick or someone wanted us to think that Lisa Barnes was dead or someone wanted us to misidentify Samantha Jones, ok?" "Someone planted Lisa's driver's license on the scene." "Did you do that, lieutenant?" "Did you tamper with the evidence because you saw a promotion in your future?" "No." "I have an audit of your investigation." "8 print packages came back from the crime scene." ""A" through "G"... 7 before the trial." "Those packages went to the courthouse and "H" stayed here." "Why?" "They arrived late." "The case was over." "Look, the last package didn't help." "They were partials and palm prints." "You mean they didn't match Bill Croelick's." "So?" "The car was stolen." "The partials could have belonged to anyone." "The prints were on the car?" "There were palm prints other than Croelick's on the car?" "Where on the car?" "Over the taillight." "S. I. D got to it late." "But they weren't material... god." "Look, there was no palm print database back then." "And you can't find a criminal with it." "You can only match it to someone you already have in custody." "What'd I do wrong?" "You tell me!" "Get me the taillight of that car." "And I want all the copies of the prints for package "H"." "And you keep this information completely to yourself, lieutenant, you understand me?" "Because that is a direct order!" "Yes, ma'am." "You're not gonna move to have me investigated?" "No." "Get me the print packages off that car." "Please." "Thank you." "We've done what you asked." "We've changed the bodies." "It is costing us a fortune." "What Roy went through for that bitch..." "Why aren't you questioning her family or friends?" "We hated her!" "As it turns out, lots of killers hate their victims." "–Go figure." "–Wait, wait." "You're not seriously accusing us of murder, are you?" "That is just ridiculous and unfair..." "You have the right to remain silent." "Why don't you use it?" "Just for a minute, really!" "Ma'am, inside." "Please." "You... with me." "Over here." "Here's what I think is possible, but I have absolutely no proof, which is a bad place for me to be when going into an interview." "Well, I understand that." "But reactions can tell me a lot." "And we still have Bill Croelick in jail?" "Yeah, but all his legal study in prison paid off." "Technically, his phone calls don't rise to the level of harassment, so we're gonna have to let him go." "Again." "All right, never mind." "Doctor, you'll be wearing an ear piece when you interview these people, and I'll be making suggestions." "Ok." "So..." "Let's see if this tracks." "Roy Barnes reported his wife missing." "–Fact." "–Right." "Here's another fact." "–Everyone wanted us to think that it was Lisa who died in that car. –Right." "She'd been missing for a long time." "She was a drug addict." "It was very, very possible that she was dead." "But Roy couldn't marry until his wife was declared legally deceased." "Fact." "What I wanna know is if either Roy or Kimberly or both of them together had the ability to plan a murder this complex." "And the emotional coolness to pull it off." "Right." "And here's the most important thing..." "I need you to get them to grab a glass of water and leave it in the room when they go." "Can you do that?" "Well, probably, but why leave behind the glass?" "I need to get their palm prints, but I need to do it legally." "Ok." "Buzz, could you turn on the recording equipment in here, please, as well as the interview rooms?" "Yes, ma'am." "Thank you." "We'll be recording all this." "What did you ask me?" "Oh, right." "When someone leaves their glass behind deliberately, that means they don't consider it theirs legally, and I can take the prints off it even if I don't have probable cause to ask for it." "It's the difference between solicitation and entrapment, and we don't want to be accused of entrapment." "Here you go." "Doctor." "I will be right in your ear tryin' hard not to bother you." "Ok." "They're ready for their close-up." "Declined counsel on the grounds that they're innocent and it's too expensive." "All right, Dr Easton, could you start with Roy here?" "Lieutenant Tao, you have everything you need?" "Yes, ma'am." "Hello, Roy." "I'm Dr Easton." "Yeah." "Yeah." "I remember you." "You're a psychiatrist and... testified at Lisa's murder trial." "But Lisa wasn't murdered, was she?" "Well..." "I mean, I don't know." "First they're saying she was, now she's not," "–but, uh... now I'm here." "–So you're upset?" "Yes!" "Offer him a glass of water." "'Cause, I mean, my wife wasn't even killed, really." "No, the victim turned out to be someone named Samantha Jones." "Would you like..." "No, no, no, no, no." "Don't ask him." "Would I like a what?" "Would you like to tell me if you'd ever heard of a young lady named Samantha Jones?" "Just pour a glass of water for yourself, and one for him..." "Because she looked remarkably like your ex-wife... and your present one, too, for that matter." "And?" "Put it in front of him." "He'll drink it." "There's a thought abroad in the land... that you might have murdered Samantha because she looked like Lisa, because you wanted people to think Lisa was dead." "What... that..." "I'm sorry." "That... that's ridiculous, all right?" "I had no idea where Lisa was." "You know, I..." "I..." "I gave up looking for her long before she ever turned up dead." "Thank you, doctor." "And you weren't upset when she left?" "Yes." "Yes, I was." "But now, I swear, I wish I'd never even met the bitch." "I mean, she totally..." "Now ask him if he wants to take his water with him, and if he says no, head on into the murder room and get ready for your next interview." "Lisa didn't used to be that way, either." "Ok?" "She was a really good person once." "She was, and, uh..." "Drugs can do terrible things to people." "Come on." "Come on, let me find you some tissues." "Come on." "You wanna take your water?" "No." "Thank you." "All right, let's go, then." "You know, questions like this can be very stressful." "Why don't you just take a couple of breaths and rest here a second with, uh..." "Just leave him seated at a desk, and head on to the next interview room." "Why don't you, uh, take a seat right here, Roy?" "Which way to the, uh..." "Uh, it's back down there." "Thank you." "Move slowly... and listen..." "I have a couple of questions before you go in to see Kimberly." "Ok." "Because while she and Roy both had a motive, the murderer had to be someone who knew almost exactly how Croelick kills his victims and someone who was in a position to manipulate Croelick into picking up a stainless steel cigarette lighter" "so it could be dropped later at the crime scene..." "Kind of like how you manipulated Roy into picking up his glass just now." "And you did say Croelick smoked a lot in your office, didn't you?" "Someone who knew Samantha Jones... and someone who might have had special clearance to the missing persons database which you got in the first trial of Anna Tandy." "Brenda, do you know what you're doing?" "I'm closin' my case." "And opening a hundred more." "Do you want me to stop?" "Why did you..." "You tricked me." "You used false pretenses to..." "What print are you trying to match?" "Why are you trying to match my print?" "There was nothing!" "I have it!" "What print are you trying to match?" "It's good!" "The palm print on the back of the car" "Samantha Jones was in when you pushed her off a cliff." "I warned you, doctor." "Leave the glass behind, and you've abandoned it." "Look, you were the only one who ever said" "Samantha Jones was suicidally depressed." "She was, uh..." "She threatened to talk to my wife." "I tried to make the best of it I could!" "I am not a criminal." "Doctor..." "You have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "Hey!" "Hey, come here!" "Come here!" "Grab that son of a bitch!" "Gimme your hand!" "Gimme your hand!" "Get him up." "Get him up." "Get him up." "All right." "All right, all right, lieutenant!" "Lieutenant!" "Hey!" "Lieutenant!" "All right!" "All right!" "I..." "I demand an attorney." "Yeah, well..." "I'll get you a phonebook." "Let's go." "You're pretty quick for a little guy." "Well, that's one arrest that's really gonna cost her." "You wanna gloat to someone you're close to?" "Grab a mirror, captain." "I'm applying for permanent transfer to her squad." "My, my, my." "What a lot of trouble you caused for yourself." "And all for me." "Imagine Dr Easton..." "Having an affair with a rape victim, then murdering her just to keep it quiet." "What a monster, wouldn't you say?" "I don't believe in monsters." "Tell me, plain Brenda." "Do you smoke after sex?" "It's an old joke." "You know how it goes." "Do you smoke after sex?" "I don't know." "I never looked." "Well, let's just leave it that way, shall we... not looking?" "Let's just..." "leave things the way they are." "And have a nightcap on the way home, why don't you?" "Little triple martini... in my honor."