(male announcer) In the criminal justice system,
sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous.
In New York City, the dedicated detectives
who investigate these vicious felonies
are members of an elite squad
known as the Special Victims Unit.
These are their stories.
[sobbing]
(Diana) Ming, please, open the door.
Talk to me.
[knocking continues]
Ming, please. Let me in.
Ming?
[knocking continues]
Go away!
Ming, please open the door.
Are you all right?
[turns off faucet]
Ming locked the bathroom door and won't come out.
What's wrong?
I think she was raped.
Ming?
It's Ken Randall.
Are you okay?
[sobbing]
Anything you tell me stays private.
This isn't a school problem. I don't need an RA.
My dad's a cop.
I'm not going anywhere.
I'll ask him to come here.
No, I don't want anyone to see a policeman at our dorm.
Ming, I promise
if you talk to my father, he will help you.
[sobbing continues]
Ming?
[door unlocks]
(Ming) When I got off the subway,
the platform was empty.
I was headed for the stairs,
and all of a sudden a man grabbed me.
Take your time.
He dragged me behind a pillar.
He bent me down.
He put his hand over my mouth.
Did you get a look at him?
Only for a second.
He had a bandana around his face.
I closed my eyes.
What did he do?
He made me tell him I liked it
while he did it to me.
Then he started choking me.
What happened next?
I heard shouting.
People yelling "stop."
He got up and ran away.
Did you see who was shouting?
No, when I opened my eyes, everyone was gone.
They must've chased him.
You're doing good, okay?
This is gonna help us catch the guy that hurt you.
I don't want to go to court. My parents will find out.
It's okay, Ming.
You're not the first girl at Hudson to get raped.
I knew I shouldn't have come here.
I can't do this.
I blew it.
Fix it.
Dad, I couldn't convince Ming to come back.
What do we do now?
There's not much else we can do.
So what, you just forget about her?
I can't force her to make a report
if she doesn't want to.
She's in shock.
Look, Ken, going through a rape kit, testimony,
cross-examination can be hard.
Some women just want to move on.
Please, Dad.
I said the wrong thing and scared her off.
I gotta make this right.
Saw Ken downstairs.
He tell you how he screwed up?
Aw, he seemed pretty upset.
Well, he should be.
Look, he was trying to help.
You can talk to her.
The girl's a stone.
We don't have time to squeeze blood.
So you're not gonna do anything?
Ming's the one throwing up the roadblocks.
So go around her.
Look, take a crack at this, for your son.
I'll check the overnights to see if anybody
who saw Ming being attacked called 911.
(officer) Yeah, they called it in, all right.
Why didn't you file a 61?
I didn't believe those two crazies.
No victim, no evidence of a crime.
What? You moonlighting as a crime scene tech now?
You wouldn't have filed a report either.
The perp they described looked like the Unabomber,
and I haven't heard anything on the news that he escaped.
Okay, I need the names of the witnesses.
I didn't write 'em down.
Well, I'm definitely gonna write yours down.
Look, their eyes were bloodshot.
They were stoned out of their gourds.
That doesn't mean they couldn't help.
The way they were dressed,
they were the ones who needed help.
What do you mean?
His face was painted.
She had black feathers all over her.
Like they came straight out of the nuthouse.
Claimed they got off work at some restaurant.
Do you remember the name of the joint?
I don't know. Joe's?
Moe's? Poe's?
Something like that.
Whoa! This place is a first class freak show.
What's the deal?
It's a theme restaurant, sir.
We dress up as Edgar Allen Poe's characters.
I'm the Raven.
And I'm the Telltale Heart.
And I'm the cop.
I need to know about that attack you saw last night.
That other cop didn't believe us.
The other cop said you guys were wasted.
Heh! Look at where we work, man.
We gotta be high just to make it through the night.
Doesn't mean we don't know a girl crying when we hear it.
You see her?
They were at the other end
of the platform behind a column.
When we got closer, I saw what he was doing to her.
I shouted, and he ran off.
(Alison) We tried to follow him,
but he cut through traffic and disappeared.
Could this be the girl saw?
Yeah, that's her.
What did her attacker look like?
I couldn't tell.
He was wearing a navy blue hoodie,
cheap sunglasses, and had a dark bandana around his face.
You gotta sit down with a sketch artist.
Just look at the sketch. No.
It's the only way we'll catch him
and stop him from hurting other women.
All right.
That's him.
Okay, I need more details. Anything else you remember?
He talked a lot.
What did he say?
Nice things.
Like we were dating. It was weird.
Go on.
He told me how good he'd make me feel.
That he was a good lover.
Can you believe that?
Then he said...
"You're cuter than your little sister."
Were you with your little sister yesterday?
Yes, I had lunch with her and my parents
at their house in Brooklyn.
Then I caught a train back to campus.
What time did you leave?
I don't remember.
Try, Ming.
3:00, maybe.
Then you caught the train straight back to Manhattan.
Yes.
Look, Ming.
You were attacked at 9:00.
Then you say you left your parents' house at 3:00.
The worst rush hour in history
wouldn't hold you up that much.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
I'm late for class.
I could drive a city bus
through the holes in that girl's story.
How well do you know her?
She's my advisee.
She's quiet, she's shy, but she's not a liar.
Then what happened to the missing six hours?
I don't know.
There must be something she's hiding--
Or she's crying rape because she had one too many
and woke up in the bed with the wrong dude.
Oh, Ming's not making this up!
Two witnesses saw the attack.
Two witnesses saw her struggle with a man.
What if she knows him?
It could be her boyfriend
or cousin or professor.
Don't walk away from this.
You don't know how I work.
I'm going to talk to her sister,
find out what she's lying about.
(Chun) Birth control.
(Tutuola) For Ming?
Yeah, right. You met her.
She's as clean-cut as they come.
The pills are for me.
She took you to get contraception.
At the Brooklyn Women's Free Clinic.
Why is it your business?
Your sister was attacked last night.
What do you mean attacked? Like mugged?
No, raped.
Oh, my God.
She didn't tell you?
No, she--she wouldn't tell anyone.
How come?
Our parents would freak if they found out.
They're so traditional.
They arranged a marriage for Ming
to some guy in Hong Kong.
If he finds out she's not a virgin,
he'll call off the wedding.
[speaking Chinese]
What happened to my daughter?
Your daughter was attacked last night.
No, that's impossible. Ming would call us.
Maybe she's afraid to talk to you.
Ming does not keep secrets.
Mr. Hao, I'm just trying to help your daughter.
[speaks Chinese]
I appreciate your sense of responsibility.
But we can handle this situation ourselves.
Mr. Hao--
If you talk to our daughters again,
I will sue you and the police department.
Dad, what's up with Ming's case?
Her folks are packing up her things
and moving her back home.
Maybe they just want her on a tight leash.
Tight? Try medieval.
Her father's gonna escort her to and from school every day.
That's her pops. That's his call.
So her dad's gonna close the case.
I can't fight her family.
Tutuola, SVU.
Yes, how can I help you?
This is bull!
Ming's parents are denying she needs help.
Or they think that they can do a better job
of protecting her than we can.
You can take a rapist off the street.
Not without Ming's cooperation.
So we quit.
Ken, it's not quitting.
It's called running out of options.
We're back in the game.
Ming's rapist just struck again.
(Kara) I was here alone.
setting up for the exhibit
and I had the-- the stereo up loud
so I didn't hear him come in.
Did you get a good look at him?
No, he was... wearing a bandana
and a sweatshirt with the hood up.
Sunglasses?
Yeah.
What about his skin color?
Not white, but it could've been anything else.
What happened when he came in?
He...He put his hand over my mouth,
and took me in the back, and he raped me.
He was rough.
He shoved his fingers down my throat
so that I couldn't scream.
And then he started talking and never shut up.
What did he say?
Uh...he wanted me to tell him
how lucky I was to be with him.
And how he had the biggest penis that I had ever seen.
Play along?
He just wanted me to praise him.
I--I said anything I could think of
so that wouldn't kill me.
And then when he left, he said,
"You're even prettier in person."
Is this the man that attacked you?
[sobbing] That's him.
You got a pattern on your hands.
(Tutuola) Same MO.
Ming Hao and Kara Bawson having nothing in common.
Kara Bawson.
Tom Bawson's daughter? The real estate developer?
He buys buildings and sports teams
like we buy newspapers.
Daily and with pocket change.
Kara's a socialite. Dabbles in the art world.
Always on the society page at some gallery opening.
Worlds apart from a first-generation
scholarship student from Hudson.
Ming's Chinese. Kara's white.
Some rapists target women of different races,
but it's rare.
You're looking for one guy,
and you'll find him when you link the two victims.
And the three homicides.
Can I help you?
Detective Chester Lake, Brooklyn SVU.
Captain Don Cragen. This is Fin Tutuola.
What brings you over the bridge at this time of night?
Your art gallery rape.
Heard it on my scanner.
Who listens to comm from another borough
on his own time?
I don't sleep much.
What makes you think our rapes connect
to murders in Brooklyn?
Three homicides in the last three months.
Victims were raped and choked in public places
just like yours.
Mine aren't dead.
I've got a gut feeling it's the same perp.
Gut feelings don't crack SVU cases.
Yeah, they crack mine.
Look, believe me or not, your rapist is my killer.
(Lake) These are three women he killed in Brooklyn.
Anna Fischner, nurse.
Raped and murdered on subway platform in the Heights.
Rose Davis was a waitress counting her tips
after closing up a diner on Hoyt Street.
Maya Petroville was a teacher working late
grading papers on Coney Island.
I'm not feeling it.
Come on, your attacks
were in a subway station, art gallery.
Public places just like mine,
and your victims were raped and choked.
But not murdered.
Rapists escalate to homicide.
Why would a killer suddenly lose his taste for blood?
I don't know...yet.
Can you tie any of your victims to my borough?
Ming Hao was in Brooklyn right before she was raped.
See, I told you.
Kara Bawson never left Manhattan
the day of her attack.
Look, let me work the case with you
until we find a link between our victims.
I don't bat cleanup for Brooklyn.
You're making a mistake.
You're not gonna go far in Blue
if you go around dumping bodies on other cops.
I should take career advice from you?
What's that supposed to mean?
I did my homework before I showed up.
Stabler and Benson get gold stars in Cragen's class.
Where does that leave you?
I'd like to answer that question outside.
I'm sure you would, friend.
But that would be even dumber than ignoring me.
You don't like me, fine.
But you know there's a connection
between my bodies and your victims.
We don't find a link in 48 hours,
you solve your cases, I'll solve mine.
Done.
Try to keep up.
(Lake) Been to Brooklyn lately?
No, I've been too busy setting up the new exhibit
to go anywhere but the gallery.
How about Hudson University?
You spend any time on campus?
No, but I used to date a guy who got his MBA there.
You recognize her?
No. Why?
(Lake) She was attacked by the same guy who raped you.
Sweetie, you ready to go?
Not yet, Dad.
These are police officers.
Honey, you want to go upstairs and finish packing?
[patting]
She's taking a trip?
After what she's been through,
Kara needs to get away and rest.
Sir, your daughter's a victim of a rape.
We need her here until we finish our investigation.
Our numbers in Italy. Call if you have something.
You're not helping
by yanking her out of the country.
The press is all over this case.
They can't print her name.
Everyone knows she works in that gallery.
We're trying to protect her from rumors.
We will call your daughter.
I think she's connected to some of my cases in Brooklyn.
This bastard has raped other women?
An Asian-American college student was attacked
a couple of days ago.
Asian-American?
Start with Oliver Mitsakos.
Who's that?
Kara's ex-fiancÃ©.
My squash partner runs the hedge fund
where Oliver works.
He told me this little jerk
has a thing for young Asian hookers.
Hey, you Oliver Mitsakos?
Who wants to know?
Southeast Asian Sex Tourism Board.
Congratulations, you won a free cruise to Thailand.
[laughs]
Am I getting Punk'd?
Did Andy and Amber put you up to this?
I'm not Andy, and that's not Amber.
You're about to be hating life.
What the hell?
You getting your massages with a happy ending?
We hear you like 'em Asian and underage.
You meet a girl, you ask for her birth certificate?
Where were you last night?
Home watching the Knicks lose.
You know her?
Never seen her before in my life.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I gotta go handle more money in ten minutes
than you'll see in a lifetime.
My gut says he's lying.
Your gut's a genius.
All we need is Ming to ID him.
That's gonna be a problem.
[elevator doors open]
(Tutuola) We need to talk to Ming,
but we can't call her house
and her cell phone's disconnected.
The only time we can see her is when she's at school.
That'll be tough.
Her father's always with her,
watching her like a hawk.
Well, if he sees us, we're facing a lawsuit.
Look, can't you get us somewhere
we can talk to her in private?
She's in class right now.
I'll go in, say the dean wants to see her.
I can't talk to them.
Please, they have a lead.
My father's waiting for me. Leave me alone.
Another girl was attacked.
Just look at the picture.
I know him.
That's Oliver Mitsakos.
He was a TA for Intro to Econ
my freshman year.
You have any contact with him outside the classroom?
He tried to make me come
to his office hours, but I wouldn't.
Why not?
He always flirted,
but he was aggressive about it.
Was he ever physical or violent?
It wasn't like that. Just...really desperate.
It creeped me out.
Do you think he did this to me?
I would never rape anyone. You gotta believe me.
Why? You lied about knowing Ming.
She was in my class three years ago.
She never spoke. I barely remember her.
Well, she remembers you.
"Come to my office for a little one-on-one tutoring."
I never said that.
Well, what did you say?
I--I told her that she needed extra help
because her papers were poorly written.
You're still lying, kid.
You flirted with her every day.
You were aggressive.
And desperate.
That was a long time ago.
Old wounds still burn.
So you went back and raped all the women
who've rejected you.
No!
Anna. She dump you?
Maya. Break your heart?
Rose. Blow you off?
Is that why you raped and murdered them?
I don't know those people.
Let me tell you about them.
You thought they were all Brooklyn trash.
Nothing but warm-ups for your ultimate target.
Kara Bawson, your ex-fiancÃ©e.
You're crazy.
No, you lost your meal ticket
and your chance of getting rich quick.
You wanted revenge.
I didn't do anything. I swear.
[knock on door]
Fin, a moment?
You just got an emergency call, urgent.
You can talk. That's Chet Lake.
Brooklyn SVU. Chester.
Elliot.
You got the wrong guy. Your perp just hit again.
Victim's in the ER at Mercy.
Name's Edie Rimpo.
(Edie) He talked nonstop while he did it.
(Tutuola) What did he say to you?
"Do you know who I am?"
I said I didn't.
He got mad, said,
"I'm famous. You're lucky to be with me."
Then what happened?
My lips swelled up
and my throat closed.
I couldn't breathe.
I'm allergic to latex.
He was wearing gloves.
Did you get a good look at him?
No.
He had me face down in the dirt.
Do you mind if I look at your neck?
Go ahead.
Fin.
(Lake) The bruises on Edie's neck match my victims in Brooklyn.
Same size hand, same position.
I'm with you, but we still don't know how
he targets his victims,
and they have absolutely nothing in common.
Ages range from 20 to mid-thirties.
Races are all over the map.
Black, Asian, white.
Nothing consistent about the neighborhoods either.
Like, one all the way in Brooklyn Heights.
A body in Carroll Gardens.
One all the way in Coney Island.
The subway stop in Hudson's a long way
from Kara Bawson's gallery in SoHo.
All right, we got a teacher, a waitress...
Amy Fischner is a nurse.
Doctors use latex gloves.
Ming Hao went to a clinic the same day she was attacked.
You think we got a Dr. Strangelove?
Anna Fischner volunteered at the same clinic
Ming took her sister for the birth control.
Brooklyn Women's Free Clinic.
Now if we can tie the other victims to the clinic,
we've got our link.
Why would I go to a free clinic in Brooklyn?
My GP's on Park Avenue.
We'll need a list of all of your doctors.
I only go to St. Catherine's Medical on the Upper Eastside.
That's our link.
This is how we connected the victims.
Anna Fischner, my first victim,
was a volunteer nurse at the Brooklyn Clinic.
Ming Hao went there on the day she was raped.
Edie Rimpo's OB/GYN is at St. Catherine's in Manhattan.
Dr. Rankesh Chanoor treats Edie at St. Cat's
and he founded the women's clinic in Brooklyn.
So he works at both places.
Is he linked to the other victims?
We'll need his clinic files to answer that.
If the doctor's your man,
getting a subpoena for his records will tip him off.
You got a better idea?
Yeah, run the subpoenas
through the Medicaid Fraud Unit.
He'll think we're investigating his billing practices.
You pull that off, Casey, I'll give you my badge.
And I'm buying dinner.
I'm not a cheap date.
I'll remember that.
I'll get to work on your warrants.
Nothing here.
This one's a bust.
Rose Davis was a patient at the clinic.
One visit 16 months ago.
And look at this.
Maya Petroville was the doc's neighbor.
Thought you said she was from Coney Island.
Doc lives in Brooklyn Heights.
So did she, three years ago.
Her apartment was right across the street
from the doctor's brownstone.
Henry, that is not mopping.
It's spreading dirt and filth.
Do it over.
Take some pride in your work.
Dr. Rankesh Chanoor.
Yes, how may I help you?
You can start by coming with us.
Why, what is this about?
Your own dirt and filth.
Rankesh Chanoor, you're under arrest for rape and murder.
What?! You heard him.
You messed up a lot of lives, doc.
Choked three to death in Brooklyn.
Three more rapes in Manhattan,
and that's just what we know about.
This is all a mistake.
No, it's not.
I've been hunting you for months.
I'm not gonna let you go now, friend.
I'm telling you, I don't know what you're talking about.
We're talking about Ming Hao, Kara Bawson,
Edie Rimpo.
(Lake) Anna Fischner.
Did she fight back? Is that why you killed her?
Maya Petroville, Rose Davis.
All these women are linked to you!
How--How can this be?
Your patients, your clinic, your neighbors.
I'm Dr. Chanoor's counsel.
I know you're not grilling my client
without his lawyer present.
Oh, we're not grilling.
We're just chatting.
Debi, what they accuse me of is insane--
Not another word, Dad.
Okay, Daddy.
Time for your lineup.
(Tutuola) Number one, step up.
You're prettier than your little sister.
No.
I'm famous.
That's not the guy.
Tell me I'm a great lover.
Wrong voice.
Don't you know who I am?
That's not him.
I can make you feel so good.
He's not the man.
None of them are.
It's easy to alter to your voice during an attack.
We're done here.
We have other ways to ID your client.
Obviously you don't, or we wouldn't be leaving.
My gut tells me he's not our guy.
That's not your gut, that's indigestion.
We'll start with his female colleagues
at St. Catherine's.
I think we should get back to Brooklyn.
This is my turf, my call.
What's your problem?
Your gut is starting to give me indigestion.
I think you got a thing
about working with guys from Brooklyn.
I come from Brooklyn Narcotics.
I got nothing but love for that place.
Oh, so you got a problem with me.
I wouldn't want to be with you 24/7.
Let's just say I feel for your partner.
I work alone.
Yeah, that explains you walkin' into my squad room
acting like you had all the answers.
I'm just working the case! In my borough!
Your borough?
Look out this window. What do you see?
Buildings.
That's right. And my father built them.
Thought your last name was Lake, not Vanderbilt.
I didn't say owned. I said built.
My father was an iron worker.
Just like all the men in my family for three generations.
I got respect for the working man.
I've walked every inch of every block of this city.
Don't ever tell me that I don't belong here.
I'm not trying to knock heads with you.
Good.
What about the doc?
Maybe he's our guy, maybe he's not.
Either way, we got to get to know him better.
I've gotten dozens of complaints against Dr. Chanoor.
For what?
He's verbally abusive and sexually inappropriate.
We'll need to check out those records.
There aren't any.
The girls just come to me informally.
And what? You just tell them to keep their mouths shut?
No, but I do explain the paperwork,
the risk to their job security,
and the success rate
for nurses who go after doctors.
Dr. Chanoor ever bother you?
You kidding?
I'd slice his nuts off with a scalpel.
Wish the younger girls had more backbone.
Any younger girls have any problems recently?
Joanne Bing for one.
Where is she?
At another hospital.
Rather than report him, she quit.
What happened?
Joanne wouldn't let him feel her up
in the supply closet.
Dr. Chanoor didn't like that,
so he put his hand around her throat.
(woman) Scrub nurse to OR six. We need a scrub nurse please.
What are you guys doing here?
Searching Dr. Chanoor's locker.
You really think Dr. C did all those rapes
I read about in the Ledger?
Why would you say that?
I was there when you busted him the other day.
Yeah, I remember. What's your name?
Uh, Henry.
How long you been working here, Henry?
Feels like forever.
He was yelling at you.
Yeah, he's pretty hard on me, but I can take it.
Take what?
Him thinking I'm no good. Says that all the time.
There's nothing here. Let's check the office.
Well, good luck.
Hey, for what's it worth,
I think you got it wrong.
Dr. C could never do those things.
(Lake) He's got another daughter, Anita.
She's a doctor.
Look at all these diplomas.
The place is a shrine for his girls.
Place is a mess. There's nothing in this desk.
Debi went to Princeton and Harvard Law.
Anita to Yale and then med school at Johns-Hopkins.
Overachievers just like their father.
Yeah, the guy's got enough
awards and honors for ten men,
but our rapist wants his victims to stroke his ego.
Why does Chanoor need the compliments?
Look at this.
What? A photo album?
Scrapbook.
What is this?
(Lake) Ask your father.
I've never seen this before.
Don't be so modest.
Take pride in your hobby.
I didn't know that was a hobby.
Scrapbooking is one of the most popular
hobbies in America.
Don't you watch Martha Stewart?
I know Martha Stewart doesn't save stuff like that.
What are you two going on about?
Go ahead. Take a look.
Oh, my God.
You moved by all the fond memories?
Don't say a word.
She can't help you now, but we can.
You're a lock for this. You don't talk, you're done.
Dad, think about what you're doing.
(Lake) Whatever you're hiding, friend,
it's time to give it up now.
The handwriting is not mine.
Don't betray him.
My son wrote this.
You have a son?
How come they're aren't any pictures
on your trophy wall, and there's no diplomas.
Henry has never done anything of value.
Henry?
Is that the kid who's working at the clinic?
Your son's the janitor?
That's all he's good for.
He's your blood. He's a criminal!
Where's Henry right now?
He's a coward. He will run.
Okay, Chester, I notified the airlines.
They red flagged his passport.
Earth to Lake.
Sorry.
What? You need nap time?
I'm just thinking about this kid.
Loser son with a family of superstars.
Two successful sisters. Father never believed in him.
Yeah, a lot of families have a black sheep.
Most of them don't grow up to be killers and rapists.
How about world travelers?
Henry Chanoor's credit card was used this morning
at Port Authority.
He bought a ticket to Montreal.
State Police are holding the bus in Leeds, New York.
What's up, Henry?
What are you guys doing here?
You first.
I'm going to visit a friend in Montreal.
Yeah, and I'm Dudley Do-Right. Get up.
You've made a mistake.
No, you did.
"I'm finally doing something great with my life.
"Three papers ran my sketch.
I'm famous."
This guy's tripping.
"I'm the best.
I'm finally fulfilling my potential."
He wanted to please papa.
Finally, he found something he's good at.
Then why did he stop killing?
I don't think he ever intended to start.
(Lake) He wrote in the scrapbook
that choking excites him.
Overdid it with his first three victims
and they died.
Yeah, but practice makes perfect,
and he got it right with Ming Hao.
Kara Bawson still doesn't fit his MO.
She lives in Manhattan
and is not connected to Dr. Chanoor's clinic.
She's in here.
(Tutuola) His sketch ran next to Kara's photo.
That's how he picked her.
Fame turned him on.
Everybody wants their 15 minutes.
Maybe we should give him his.
Henry, you are good.
Really?
I've been a cop 20 years, never met a guy like you.
He works Manhattan. I work Brooklyn.
You're the best we've ever seen!
Do you mind if I stretch my legs?
Make yourself at home.
Thank you very much.
So do you mean it? What you said?
Hell, you wouldn't even be here
if your father hadn't turned you in.
Truth is, we've got nothing.
You've been too careful, too good, too smart.
I bet his dad ratted him out 'cause he's jealous.
(Lake) He may be a successful man,
but he's a loser with the ladies.
Probably why he became an OB.
Only way he could get women to let him down there.
I know you don't have any problems in that department.
Oh, no.
No, I go to a club,
[chuckles] I walk out with 20 girls.
They all want me.
'Cause you a player.
He's the man.
He doesn't need to rape anybody.
You know, my father never thought I had it in me.
You showed him. What about your mom?
She loves me.
So do my sisters.
But my father always treated me like garbage
my entire life.
He always pretended that I didn't exist.
He can't ignore you now.
Exactly.
It's only the beginning.
Exactly.
(Novak) A remand, Your Honor?
The defendant's a flight risk.
He was arrested on a bus heading for Montreal.
My client had no idea he was under suspicion.
He has no criminal record and comes from a prominent family.
(Judge Petrovsky) Your family, Ms. Chanoor.
He's the sole caretaker of our ailing mother
who's diabetic and needs him to administer shots
along with other treatments.
Why? Your father's a doctor.
He's too busy
to give her the constant care she requires.
Certainly you can afford to hire a nurse.
We tried.
My mother almost died
because she refuses to take her medication
if anyone other than Henry gives her the injection.
Only my son knows how
to do the shots without hurting me.
(Judge Petrovsky) Mrs. Chanoor, please.
I have a solution.
My client will surrender his passport
and submit to house arrest with electronic monitoring.
I assume you can provide proof
of your mother's medical condition.
From who, her husband?
From any physician you choose.
(Judge Petrovsky) This is an unusual request.
But I'll allow it.
Henry Chanoor forfeits his passport
and is forbidden to leave the house.
You violate these terms,
and you'll wait for trial at Riker's.
[judge pounds gavel]
Well, Henry's done terrorizing the city.
Yeah, onto the next freak.
There's plenty of them in Brooklyn.
[chuckles]
Oh.
Thanks for hanging in with me.
I'll see you and your gut at trial.
[horn honks]
Heard you got Henry Chanoor.
Finally.
Congratulations.
How'd you like working with Lake?
Brooklyn cats got their own style.
[telephone rings]
Tutuola.
What?!
Miss me already?
Got a call from Probation.
They lost the signal from Henry's ankle bracelet.
He's in the wind.
(Rankesh) I thought Henry was asleep.
I have no idea where he is.
I bet you know.
No, he gave me my shot at 11:00
and said he was going to bed.
You're lying.
Geeta, if you know something you must tell them.
If you lie to us, lady, you're going to jail.
You helped him run, didn't you?
He's my boy!
It's a mother's duty to protect her son.
How can you speak of duty? He has disgraced our family.
Henry is my baby.
He is not our son anymore.
He will always be mine!
He is a rapist, a killer!
You made him that way!
You never loved him!
He has done nothing to deserve my love.
I know you love your son.
He's a good boy.
He's a man now.
And you gotta stop protecting him.
Look, I have a son too,
and I'd do anything to protect him.
But the kind of help of Henry needs
he's not gonna get by running away.
Put me in jail.
I won't betray my son.
No visuals at train stations, bus stations,
or the airports.
No charges on his credit cards.
The whole Eastern Seaboard's on alert.
Nobody's laid eyes on him.
Should be using their ears.
Little bastard's on the morning news.
(radio announcer) You're listening to WPQE.
I'm Dan DeCallio with an exclusive.
Speaking live with Henry Chanoor.
The police are looking for you, Henry.
(Henry) Those guys are idiots. They'll never find me.
Can we trace the call?
No, I checked. This kid is smart.
He's using a cell phone with an analog signal.
Untraceable.
[whistle blows]
Turn it up.
How many people listen to this station?
[whistle blows] How far does your signal go?
That whistle.
It's at the recycling plant on Conover Street in Red Hook.
How do you know that?
I told you. I don't sleep, I walk.
The sounds of the city, I know them all.
Nobody understands my greatness.
I'm on a higher level than everyone else.
I'm special.
So you think he's at the recycling plant?
No, he said he's leaving the country.
Then where is he?
Gotta be a freighter docked
at the International Shipping port
three blocks away on Van Brunt.
Any ships left yet today?
No, she's the first one out.
Stop the lines.
You nuts? Why?
Stop the lines.
(Henry) I would like your listeners to know
that I have always been destined for great thi--
Hey! Come here.
It's over, Henry!
Down on the ground.
Let the kid go!
Why?
I'm gonna make him famous.
[whispers] I'm gonna make you famous.
We can help you.
I don't need your help.
Yes, you do.
How does that feel?
Tell me it feels good.
Henry...
He's nobody.
From a Third World country.
Who cares?
I'm a cop.
You really want to have fame?
Take me.
[gunshot]
[groans]
I'm bleeding.
[grunts]
Am I gonna die?
It's just a flesh wound. You're gonna live.
Come on.
Now will there be a trial?
Count on it.
Televised? You bet.
Look! Look!
[Henry chuckles]
They're already here.
Just for me.
[indistinct speaking]
Now you're really gonna be famous.
[wolf howling]