I am not saying that your coworker is right or wrong. Amira, I am just saying that he is entitled to his opinion. Whether or not you agree with that is up to-- how is that sexist?
It is too early for this, okay?
Please save the postmodern Muslim progressive grad student speech for someone else. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me, sir. Call you back. Can I help you?
Some man just-- he tried to attack me. How? When?
Like, five minutes ago. He had a knife. Okay, are you all right? Do you need medical attention?
No, no, no, he grabbed my arm, and I-- Wallet and watch now.
Now. Okay, okay, okay, okay. Just relax, all right? Put the gun-- Wallet and watch or you're a dead man. Do what he says, bitch.
Okay. All right. Okay. Okay. Come on! All right. There you go. Let's go. All right, all right. Just take it.
[groaning] [laughs]
[groaning] Next time a girl waves at you, keep walking, dumbass.
You okay? I called 911. Cops will be here any second.
Nina? Hey. Okay, I'll be there in 30 minutes. I'm just dealing with something personal.
So what do we got? Female, Hispanic, about 25, no purse, no ID, no phone. So we're thinking robbery?
Looks that way. [indistinct chatter]
Hey, everything good?
All good.
Whoa, what happened?
I, uh, took a spill while I was jogging. But you're okay?
Yeah. I'll have ERT start to process the scene.
Morning, folks. So victim was killed in a federal park, which means this one's all ours. Preliminary report suggests she's Hispanic, approximately 25 years old. Other than that, we are starting at the beginning. So we get an ID yet?
Got a hit on facial rec. Her name is Marta Muñoz. Uh-huh. All right, start preaching to us. Elise, tell us about Marta Muñoz. No priors, single, and appears to have been working as a hairstylist. Mm, she file any police reports or restraining orders in the last few months?
Negative. There's not much of a social media presence, either. By all accounts, looks like she was living a pretty mundane existence. All right, well, let's get some video in the bath and start scrubbing. I want pods, street cams, surveillance video. This perp didn't just appear out of thin air. Elise, and pull Marta's last known address and get it over to Tiff and Scola, please. Got it. Good morning. It looks like we're starting from scratch. Yeah, a quiet part of town, especially at night. There's not a lot of surveillance cameras down there, either. Forensics? OA and Nina are at the M.E.'s office right now.
Cause of death is strangulation. You can see the bruising under the neck. Hyoid bone was crushed, cutting off the flow of oxygen. What about the marks on her wrist?
Ratchet marks. The killer used handcuffs. Looks like it. So that he could strangle her?
So he could rape her. There's significant tearing and abrasions. [sighs] He leave any DNA behind?
No, unfortunately. Nothing under the fingernails?
Nothing. I wish I had more answers for you. So do we.
Hi. Mrs. Muñoz? Yes?
Hi, we're Special Agents Chase and Zidan. What's going on?
Has something happened?
Yes, I'm afraid so. Oh, my God. It's Marta, isn't it?
I'm sorry to say, your daughter was killed this morning. Hey. I got you. I got you. [gasping]
Marta was a good girl, a good daughter. Was she having any problems?
Was anybody threatening her, maybe an ex-boyfriend?
No, nothing like that. She wasn't dating anyone. And her last boyfriend was very nice. He moved to Texas, I think. Okay, did she mention anything unusual lately?
Like what?
Did she mention somebody who might have been scary, anybody following her, watching her?
Last week. She said that some guy was watching her when she closed up the salon. I told her she should start taking taxis. It's too dangerous to take the subway at that time of night, but she wanted to save money. She kept talking about buying a house up in Westchester someday.
Did this man, did he-- did he do more than just kill her?
Yes.
We are gonna find the man that hurt Marta. Okay?
He's gonna pay for what he did.
I promise.
I'm so sorry.
All right, listen up, Yankee fans. Marta told her mother someone was watching her near the salon around closing time last week. So let's start pulling video near the Left Bank Hair Salon on East 8th Street. Hey, you got a sec?
Yeah.
I just got off the phone with Detective Chavez at the 27th precinct. I am so sorry. I had no idea. I'm fine. I don't care how long you've been on the job. Being robbed at gunpoint-- It was not a big deal. He asked for my wallet. I gave it to him. That was that. Well, NYPD has offered to let us handle the case. So if you-- No, no, no. I appreciate that, but it was a few addicts trying to make a quick buck. Isobel, that's it. I'm not so sure about that. Case detective thinks that these two perps are responsible for at least ten other robberies. Okay. Well, that's your call. But I'm good. If that's what you want, okay.
If you don't mind, I would prefer to keep this private, though. Yeah, of course.
Hey. How'd it go with the boss? Good, she just needs me to clean up a report. Oh, fun. Well, it'll have to wait. The JOC pulled street cam footage, and they found the dude who was following Marta. We ran facial rec, and that is him--Norm Carver, 35. He has two priors, one for forcible touching, and one for stalking in the third degree. He has warrants out for his arrest on both. Also, he's a security guard off and on, so he owns his own handcuffs. Okay. We have an address?
It's gonna be right up here. Hey. I think I spot him at our two. Same height, same build.
Yep, that's him. [honking]
Stay put.
Whoa!
Norm Carver, you're under arrest. Hey! Hey.
I've had enough, okay? I've had enough. Do you understand? Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Is everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine. Norm here just doesn't like to listen. Let's give him a chance to, OA.
Yeah, okay. Are you gonna cooperate? Yeah. Hands behind your back.
Let's go.
No. Don't know her. You sure?
Sure as I can be about something like that. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Means I meet lots of women. Some I remember, some I don't. Okay. So just to be clear, you don't remember ever meeting her?
Correct. Okay.
Well, this is last week. That's you and that's Marta.
A man's allowed to walk down the street. Why are you lying, Norm?
Lying?
You just said that you don't know her. I don't. Doesn't mean I've never seen her before. You might want to rethink your strategy here. Okay, we are investigating a murder.
What are you talking about?
She's dead. Someone strangled her. You're on the short list of people who could have done it. I--I thought this was about my outstanding warrants. I got nothing to do with any of this. On my mother. I'm sure you love your mother very much, but we're gonna need more than that.
Look, I remember walking home, and I saw her near a hair salon. She was cute, so I followed her, hoping to, you know, start up a conversation. I'm old-school. I like to chat up ladies face to face-- don't like all that swiping left and right nonsense. You like to look them in the eye, is that it?
That's the best part, seeing the twinkle. I'm sure you love to watch the twinkle disappear, too, right-- the life leave their eyes?
No! I followed that lady for a few blocks, said hello, then I tried to start up a conversation, but she was scared, so I stopped talking and walked away. Because you're a gentleman? Exactly. Gentlemen don't have priors for stalking and forceable touching, Norm. That's all in the past. I had a crazy ex-girlfriend. She got wasted and called the police. You got a second?
So NYPD just found another body, same MO as Marta's murder-- sexual assault, strangulation, handcuffs on the wrist this time. Time of death? An hour ago. Prince Charming is not our guy. Okay, are we sure about that? I mean, there's more than one angry white dude in the city. Yeah, we checked his phone's location, pulled video. He was in Bed-Stuy at the time of Marta's murder, so he's not our guy. But I'll make sure he gets booked on those warrants. You guys head down to the scene, okay?
Okay. Thanks. Female, white, age 27, name's Andrea Morris. Any witnesses? No--not yet, anyway. But we're on it. We have agents out canvassing. We got to stop meeting like this. I couldn't agree more. What's the matter?
You guys don't have enough resources?
Forgot how to solve a simple murder case?
What did you say?
What the hell are you talking about?
We are doing everything we can-- everything, do you understand?
Get out of my face. Or what?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Omar, chill. Okay. All right. That's enough. Back off. He's out of line. He's got no right talking that way. Yeah, maybe we stop with the jokes, okay?
We have two dead bodies.
Hey. What was that all about?
I mean, the guy was joking. A bad joke, sure, but still. You do not joke about stuff like this. OA's right. That was out of line. You good, Omar?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Poor girl. I can't imagine how scared she must have felt. You know, being so alone and so vulnerable.
This guy knows what he's doing. He filed the serial number off of the handcuffs.
The ADIC is getting anxious, and the mayor wants to set up a press conference, so please, tell me something good. I wish I could. ERT came up empty at the second crime scene. No forensics. The killer's obviously using condoms and gloves. Okay. What about the handcuffs?
Still being processed. All right. You two get over to the crime lab and light a fire under their asses. We have got two murders in two days and not one clue. Hmm, hate to say it, but he's good. Now, maybe. What about before? What do you mean?
Well, he didn't just wake up two days ago and become a killer, right? This guy had a life before. So what was he doing?
What kinds of crimes was he committing?
He didn't go from model citizen to killer overnight. Right, he worked his way up to the big leagues, started small. Harassment, stalking. Yeah, and then moved on to more serious crimes, like rape. And got better along the way, learned from his mistakes. Right. All right, people, let's start digging into recent sexual assault cases in the Lower East Side. Scrub any and all police reports within the last three months. Look for victims that match the profile of our two recent murder victims. All right, grab your hoes and spades. Get to work.
Detective Chavez, I don't have a lot of time. I'm in the middle of an investigation. I won't be long, promise. I just want to go over your police report, see if you remember anything that might be helpful. What does that mean?
Excuse me?
I told the cop everything that happened. I know, it's just that, sometimes, people remember things down the road, you know?
In the moment, there's so many emotions. It's like, you can't really process what just happened. Yeah, I get it. I do this for a living. No, you solve cases for a living. It's, uh--it's different. Okay, well, like I said, I don't have a lot of time. You told the responding officer that you didn't see either of the perps' faces. Is that true?
Of course I did, I-- it just happened fast. You described the female assailant as white, thin build, average height. Anything else you want to add-- tattoos, scars?
Uh, no. That's, uh, everything that I remember. And the male assailant, wearing a hoodie, medium height and build?
That's correct. And you said neither one actually attacked you. They just asked for your wallet and you handed it over?
Yep.
Hmm.
Look, Omar, these two perps have been pretty active, and they're getting more and more violent too. They're flashing guns, pistol-whipping people. We need to get them off the streets. And I wish I could help you. I really do. But I saw what I saw. Would you be willing to look at some photos?
I told you, I saw what I saw. I know you didn't get a good look at their faces, but sometimes, seeing a picture stimulates a victim's recollection. Helps people remember things that they wouldn't remember. Detective, I did not get a good look at their faces. Okay?
You can save this victim self-help crap for someone else.
This guy is picking up the pace and we are no closer to identifying him. Where are we at with the prior police reports?
Any similarities worth chasing?
We might have something. NYPD filed a report three weeks ago about a young woman who was assaulted.
Uh-huh. Hmm. Those abrasions certainly look like they're from restraints. Who is she and what do we know? Citra Susanti, 25, claims a guy in a ski mask dragged her into an alley, used a zip tie to bind her hands. All right, good. I mean, zip ties, not handcuffs, but close enough. It still fits the killer's profile. Then what happened? Nothing. According to the report, she managed to fight him off. Anyone identified or taken into custody behind it?
Negative--the cop who wrote the report noted the victim was reluctant to file a complaint. The only reason she did was, a witness heard her screaming, called the police. Understandable. It's not easy coming forward after being attacked. All right, why don't you two go talk to this young lady?
Kelly, send them the address. Sure. Maybe she saw something that'll help.
My memory of that day is a little foggy, I'm sorry. I understand. We just still need to ask you some questions. What do you want to know?
Can you tell us what happened from the beginning?
I was out to dinner with friends, and I was walking home when I saw him. He just moved toward me. Did you see his face?
No. He was wearing a ski mask. Okay. What happened next?
He grabbed me. And then he dragged me behind a building. He tried to bind my hands, so I bit him. But he had gloves on, so I had to bite down really hard. He--he ran away. Is there a problem?
No, not at all. We're just trying to understand what happened. She just told you. I know that. But the crime scene photos tell a different story. They show that Citra's wrists had abrasions. Are you saying she's lying? No, absolutely not. We're just saying that injuries like that indicate that she was fully restrained. What difference does it make?
A man attacked her, but she's still alive. End of story. It's not as simple as that, ma'am. We believe the man who attacked Citra may have also just killed two other women, so we were hoping for some sort of information to help us identify him. I just want to be clear, okay?
This man didn't hurt you?
No. Like I said, I bit him and he ran. Okay. I know you didn't see his face, but did you see his skin color?
Do you remember his height or his build, anything?
I remember seeing his wrist. He was white or light-skinned. And he was average height and weight, I think. It's hard to remember. I honestly can't remember a lot about that night. For the better.
Can you just-- We understand. And we appreciate your help.
If you remember anything else, please give us a call.
There's more than she's saying. It's possible, but she needs time. Look, I'm not judging her, OA, trust me, but she's holding back. I can see it in her eyes. Well, maybe it's pain. Or maybe it's fear or humiliation, or the fact that her parents are hovering over her, forcing her to pretend that it never happened. All right, that can't help either. Right? Yeah. Yeah, you're right, but-- But what?
But it doesn't mean that I'm wrong, okay? And I'm not trying to blame her or revictimize her. I'm just frustrated, okay, because I wanted more answers so that we can catch this guy before he hurts or kills other women.
Still got a killer on the loose, so we're hoping for good news and good news only. Well, I am doing my best, but-- Not the start I was hoping for. No fingerprints on the handcuffs. Did find DNA, but it belongs to our victim, Andrea Morris. So we got nothing. Not exactly. Serial number was filed off, which initially made it difficult to determine the place of sale. Initially? Yeah. I remedied it by using a technique we normally use on firearms-- applied some reagents, etched the metal. The number reappeared. Hmm. We're gonna need that serial number to ascertain the seller. That's nice work. A slow start, but finished with a flourish. [chuckles]
[indistinct chatter] Interesting. I've never been in one of these stores before. Me neither. Special Agent Scola. This is Special Agent Wallace. We need to ask you a few questions. What about?
A pair of handcuffs that were sold here used in a crime. What kind of crime?
We can't say, but your cooperation is important. Look, I'm as pro law enforcement as they come, but if you won't tell me what happened, I can't help you, can I?
It's simple, sir. We just need to know who bought these handcuffs. And that means we're gonna need access to your sales records, any video footage you have covering the cash register area. Yeah, sorry. That's not gonna happen. I mean, my boss would kill me. The dude is super against any sort of government overreach. So unless you got a warrant, I can't help you. We do.
Do you mind if I take a look? Please. You can read it, frame it, put it on your wall if you want. We're not leaving until we have those records and that footage. Are we clear?
Yeah.
Kelly, where are we at with that surplus store info? Well, the inventory list shows only one pair of cuffs was sold in the past two weeks. Trouble is, I've been scouring credit card receipts and can't find any charges that matches the purchase of the cuffs. Well, maybe he paid in cash. What about the cameras covering the cash register?
Yeah, I think I might have something. Obviously, there's no audio to go with the footage. That's all right. A picture's worth a thousand words. Throw it up. Let's see this guy. Well, it's not a guy.
Does she pop on facial rec?
Yes. Got an immediate hit. Barbie Simmons, 35, has two prior arrests for solicitation. What else do we know about Barbie?
Um, arrests were made by undercover vice cops conducting sex-for-hire stings. She apparently specializes in bondage and roleplaying. Hmm. Do we have an address on her?
Yes, an apartment over in Queens. All right, well, obviously she's not our rapist, but send Tiff and Scola over nonetheless. Yeah.
FBI, open the door. Jubal says her phone is still pinging at this location. [knocking] Come on, Barbie. You can open it up, or we can kick it down. It's your choice. What's going on?
The woman who stays here, you seen her today?
No, sorry. And where's the super stay?
You're looking at him. You got the key? Sure do.
FBI.
Barbie Simmons?
Anybody home?
The closet's clear.
We got a body.
I'm guessing that's Barbie.
Death appears to be from a violent strangulation, and based on the advanced levels of decomposition, I'd estimate she was killed about two weeks ago. Hard to determine exactly when until I get her on the table. What about the trauma to her face?
Was that before or after death?
Looks like it was inflicted post-mortem. Son of a bitch couldn't get enough even after she was dead.
Probably got upset she died, so he got angry and started punching her. Who knows what was in this guy's head. The good news is, looks like he left behind some leather fragments. So he was wearing gloves? It appears that way. I'll run them for DNA. It's a long shot, but uh, you never know. Thanks, Neil.
Any luck with ERT? Nothing. No working security cameras in the building. They think that the suspect wiped the apartment down with liquid bleach. They found a bottle discarded in the kitchen. He left the windows open, too, to air it out and delay the discovery. This guy's always thinking. Well, it's time to stop admiring his work and nail his ass.
Yeah, I appreciate it. Okay, so the medical examiner just confirmed that Barbie Simmons was killed approximately 12 days ago. So that makes her our first victim. Okay. Where are we with the leather fibers?
Uh, they found two samples, one was Barbie Simmons, and the other one was an unknown female of Southeast Asian descent. So we're thinking Citra? I mean, it has to be. She said she bit down hard on her attacker's glove. Hey, uh, there's a Detective Chavez waiting in the boardroom, says he wants to talk to you about a photo array. A photo array?
Uh, yeah, unrelated to this case.
You couldn't call before showing up, detective?
Tried. You didn't pick up. That is because I am in the middle of an active case. So am I. Patrol units just called me a few minutes ago. Looks like the two perps that attacked you just robbed another guy. Okay. You can talk to him. Can't. They shot him. What?
He's in bad shape, too. On the operating table as we speak. So with all due respect, showing up unannounced isn't my biggest concern. You are correct. My apologies. I am sorry. I put together a photo array of potential suspects hoping you'll take a look. Might jog your memory. It's called guided visualization-- pictures, objects, locations. Seeing them sometimes jogs repressed memories.
Give it a shot, Omar.
What's the harm in looking?
Um, I will. I'm a little distracted right now. We just got a lead on our serial killer, but today.
I promise, you have my word. I appreciate that, Omar. No, thank you.
Thank you.
Hey. Hey, what's going on?
Nothing. Come on, don't do that.
Do what? Pretend like nothing's wrong. I'm your partner. Just tell me.
Two punks tried to rob me this morning. The detective has some photos. He wants me to take a look, see if I can identify anybody, but like I told him this morning, I didn't get a good look, because it was not a big deal. Okay, well, I'm sorry that you-- OA, where are you going?
I want to go talk to Citra again, alone this time, if you don't mind. The detective gave me a new angle that we haven't tried yet. I think it can work. Okay.
I don't know what else I can tell you. My memory of that night is limited. I'm sure that it is. But like I said, the man that attacked you killed three other women. This is important. I get it, I do. But I never saw the person's face, and I already told you what I remember. I know. But maybe we can try again, because Citra, sometimes, when something like this happens, your brain plays a trick on you. Like it deletes some memory so that you don't have to deal with what really happened, so that you don't have to talk about it with your friends or your family, and feel the embarrassment or the judgment, as if, somehow, you getting attacked was your fault. I know what you mean. I keep replaying that night, wondering why he picked me. I know. I get it, trust me, but you know that this was not your fault, right?
No, I don't. I--I was in inappropriate clothing. No. There is no such thing. Okay? You can wear whatever you want, wherever you want to. It was sinful.
Even if it was, okay, the Koran says, we are all forgiven our trespass, and that we must tell the truth. Right?
So now that we are here, in the place where he first grabbed you, I need you to try and remember that night one more time.
I don't want to. Please?
Just try. It's called guided visualization. And I think it might help.
He didn't just grab me. He tried to assault me s--sexually. He--he zip tied me and pushed me to the ground, and he--he took his pants off.
But then I bit him. And I scratched him too. I must have cut him, because later, when I got home, I saw his blood on my blouse.
He got his blood on your shirt?
Did you wash it? No. It's at the bottom of my closet.
That's really good, Citra.
Citra, thank you.
Thank you.
The lab is running the blood on Citra's blouse. We should know something soon. Fingers crossed. Hey, do you really think that she didn't remember until today, or she just didn't want to talk about it?
Uh, I don't know. Maybe both. But I'm gonna go talk to Chavez. Yeah? I thought you said you didn't get a good look. I didn't. Nina, I didn't, or I didn't think I did, but after talking to Citra, I got to try. Yeah, maybe you just needed more time. It's not easy being a victim. Really messes with the way you see things.
I'm not trying to upset you. I-- It's not that.
What?
The perps that mugged me shot someone.
He's in critical condition. The detective doesn't know if he's gonna make it, and... he's got a family, and-- Hey, go easy on yourself. You were mugged. And you are a victim. And I don't care who you are or what you do, that's really heavy stuff.
There.
That's him. You sure?
I'm positive.
Okay. Good.
And that is her, the female perp. No doubt about it.
These were the two we've been tracking. We just wanted one more positive ID before getting a warrant. I'm sorry that it took so long. Is what it is. The victim that they shot, how is he?
I'm not sure. The last I checked, he was in rough shape-- touch and go. Thanks for your help, Omar. Yeah.
Thank you. Hey, DNA came back. We got a hit. Looks like this son of a bitch was hiding in plain sight. It's the clerk from the surplus store.
FBI. Hands where we can see them. Federal agents. Where's Jason? Why? He in trouble?
Answer the question. He left. He got off shift like, ten minutes ago. On foot? Yeah. What direction did he go in? I'm not sure. He's not here. I saw him talking to a girl shopping for some cargo pants. Did she leave with him? I guess. I got a little busy, but definitely looked like they were vibing, so probably. Jubal, Jason's not here. He left with a girl about ten minutes ago. Copy that. Standby. Elise, when you pinged Jason's phone, he was at the surplus store, right?
Yes, or at least in that general area. Yeah. Can you ping it again?
Cell coverage in that area is a little spotty, so I can't give you an exact location, but it shows he's still within a few hundred yards of the surplus store. OA, his cell is still pinging off the same tower, so he's still somewhere in that area. Copy that. Okay. Let's split up. Check restaurants, bodegas, anywhere this guy could be with this girl, yeah?
Excuse me, sir? Have you seen this person?
唔係。好啦。
唔好意思？你有冇見過呢個人？
[女人模糊地乞求緊] 兄弟，我啱啱聽到有女人喺雜貨舖東面一個街區尖叫。我而家去睇下。好。收到。我過緊嚟。
我諗啲聲係喺其中一個貨櫃傳出嚟嘅。我喺你後面。
[女人喺度咕噥、尖叫] 收聲！收聲！喂！FBI！舉高雙手！佢喺度呀，各位。派人增援。幫手就到。喂。我救咗佢。去啦。
拆咗呢啲嘢先。我扶住你，冇事㗎。
冇事㗎。
NYPD 到緊現場。佢哋應該幾分鐘內會控制到場面。你嘅確實位置喺邊？
我喺倉庫後面。我唔見咗個疑犯，但佢一定仲喺呢度某處。你留喺原位。我哋向你嗰邊過緊嚟。
做咩呀，Jason？你唔鍾意調轉立場做被追嗰個呀？
喂，喂，喂！OA，OA，OA！夠啦，夠啦，夠啦。退後。得啦，得啦，得啦。你捉到佢喇。你捉到佢喇。
我捉到佢。你捉到佢。冇事喇。
個女仔冇事嘛？係，佢冇事。嚟啦。抖下氣先。完結喇。[喘氣]
你做得好好。好彩你喺 Citra 嗰度攞到件染血嘅衫，如果唔係個女仔已經死咗。我本來可以早啲攞到嘅。
如果佢冇封鎖咗段記憶。如果佢早啲畀咗我哋。喂。喂。唔好咁講。呢個係事實。
如果佢一開始就將件染血衫交畀 NYPD，如果佢——如果佢記得，咁另外三個女仔而家就仲在生。佢已經盡咗佢所能。佢受盡羞辱、創傷，而且驚到唔敢同佢愛嘅人講究竟發生咗咩事。OA。
我覺得佢好叻。而且我一啲都唔怪佢，完全冇怪過佢，對於發生嘅事。
得㗎喇，佢克服咗痛苦、恐懼同憤怒，而且搵到勇氣記返起佢身上發生嘅事。
你講得啱。
多謝你。
你好，我搵緊一個今日較早時受咗槍傷嘅病人。我唔係好肯定佢個名。嗯，Peter Atkins。佢仲喺度嘛？
佢喺深切治療部，4A 康復房。好。知唔知佢情況點樣？
唔知，唔好意思。好啦，唔該晒。
你喺度做咩？
我，呃，我只係想確認佢冇事。你呢？
我哋啱啱拉咗班犯。我過嚟只係報告好消息。
正。
講到尾，我哋都只係人。有警徽定冇警徽。你明我意思嘛？
明。
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