In New York City's war on crime
the worst criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the major case squad.
These are their stories.
Stripping in the street? This is so fetch.
You couldn't wait 20 minutes?
Bethany, we have to get back.
I didn't do anything to it, Mr. Neuhauser.
I just wanted some cubes.
Lights out was three hours ago.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you girls doing?
Bethany was jonesing for ice cream,
so me and Alexis went with her.
She's totally menstrual, Mr. Neuhauser.
Oh, so that's why
she's leaking. Ice cream.
Timmy, grow up.
Just--just...go.
Once we're inside, I want you all to note
the two large paintings by the artist Marc Chagall.
Bethany, if you don't turn that phone off,
I am confiscating it.
Now go.
The New York Public Library is considered
one of the five greatest libraries in the world.
Built between 1902 and 1911,
the library was dedicated by President Taft
on May 23rd of that year.
It was open to the public on the following day
and was visited by more than 50,000 people in that one day.
The two lions that you saw out front,
made of pink Tennessee marble,
while never given official names,
are commonly known as Patience and Fortitude.
You have one hour to play,
then back at the hotel to pack.
The bus leaves for the airport tomorrow at 6:15,
so you need to be in the lobby by 6:00.
What did I tell you?
Bethany!
I need my phone.
We're going in.
Ms. Lindstrom?
Yes, Alexis?
It's Bethany. She's not here.
Yeah, I see that.
No, I mean she's not here.
She didn't sleep in her bed last night.
When the teachers did another head count,
they were short two more kids.
Two boys. Tim Stenton and Jesse Milton.
They never made it back to their room.
Three kids missing. This is some field trip.
We're getting photos out?
As we speak.
The parents are on their way from Des Moines.
The girl Bethany Lunden, as a missing kid,
she's practically made to order.
Straight A's, loved animals,
just had her sweet 16 last month.
Her roommates are over here.
We waited for her outside of laser tag.
But we didn't find her,
so we went back to the hotel.
We thought she was hanging out in one of the other rooms.
Now Tim and Jesse.
She have any kind of relationship with them?
No. They're not boys Bethany pays attention to.
Were they paying attention to her yesterday?
Maybe bothering her?
Uh, I don't know.
Did you try calling Bethany on her cell phone?
Yeah, I tried once,
but it went right to her voice mail.
Try again?
That's Bethany's ring.
Excuse me. That's mine.
Is that your cell phone ringing?
Oh, for crying out loud.
I completely forgot. That's Bethany's.
I-I confiscated it before we went into the Laser Arena.
She kept playing with it all day,
not listening to instructions.
Playing?
Test messaging.
We'll need to speak with the missing boys' friends.
I didn't see them after laser tag.
You ever hear them talking about Bethany?
Nice things? Bad things?
Any of their belongings missing? Their suitcases?
Oh, they're over here.
They were downstairs this morning.
Tim and Jesse packed them before we went out.
I just brought them down. You know, as a favor.
Thanks.
She's got eight text messages.
"Ur a$$ luks gr8 in those jnz."
Ur so hot. Want 2 b hotr?"
Sounds like harassment.
Well, and this one.
"Lionz got surpriz for sexy B."
That could be a threat.
The boys might've had it in for her.
Shooting her with laser guns
wasn't real enough for them?
I've got three vests and three guns missing.
I don't know how those kids got out
without turning them in.
Any other exits?
No. Everyone has to go in and out
through the pack room.
And this door here?
That's the supply room. It's always kept locked.
Well, shoot.
Well, I've got two sets of laser gear.
Size medium. Probably the boys.
I got another one.
Size small. Bethany's?
It's broken up. Torn apart.
The "lionz" moved in for the kill.
Tim's cut class a few times.
But he's never run away.
Chances are the three of them when out partying,
and now they're worried about being in trouble.
Is there anyone they've contacted?
I haven't heard from Jesse.
They know anybody local?
Tim doesn't.
We've never been to New York City.
Same with Jesse.
They told me to bring the most recent pictures I had of him.
Your sons mention going any place,
maybe not on their itinerary?
Tim didn't say anything to us.
The last time you talked to your kids was--
Tuesday.
Or maybe Monday.
I talked with her Wednesday night.
Just before 11:00 her time.
We spoke for ten minutes.
Okay, folks.
We need to spend a couple minutes
with Bethany's parents.
Do you remember what you talked to Bethany about?
She and her friends got ice cream
from the store next to the hotel.
They were eating and looking out their window
at Times Square.
She say anything about Tim and Jesse?
No, they're not part of their circle.
But if something did happen,
she would have discussed it with you.
Yes, she knows she can tell me anything.
We don't have any secrets.
Oh, God, please, please, bring her back.
How come we get the dirty laundry?
It's their case.
Is their any pants in there?
No, just shirts, socks, and underwear.
There's none in here either.
What kind of mother sends her kid on a trip
without a change of pants?
Besides mine?
Look at this.
We got large boxers, medium briefs.
Who packed these?
The roommate said Tim and Jesse did.
And they put alltheir underwear in the same bag?
I didn't pack for them.
I don't knowwhat happened to them, I swear.
A.J., you thought that you were doing Tim and Jesse a favor.
We understand that.
But lying to us now is going to make you
an accomplice to whatever bad thing
that they might have done to Bethany.
Tim called this morning... early from a pay phone.
Said that they weren't going to be back to the hotel
before the bus left.
Said for me to pack their bags
and bring them a change of clothes.
And meet them where? The airport?
Something happened, and they're not coming.
-This is really bad. -Sssh, don't freak out on me. Don't freak out on me.
Just tell me you're clear about what you're gonna say
-when they find us. -I know what we're gonna say.
Hey. Tim Stenton?
This is Unit Four. We got 'em.
We couldn't find anybody when we got out of the laser place.
And these two guys, these two black guys,
they came up to us,
and they threw us in a van, a blue van.
They jacked our money, our phones,
and they dumped us off in Brownsville.
I, uh...
Brownsville, huh? Blue van, black guy.
That's very colorful.
Guess what we found in a room
off the Laser Arena.
It has your finger prints on it.
So you wanna tell us your story again, Tim.
Okay, it was Jesse.
This is all his idea.
Before the laser tech place,
he met up with these guys
that said they can score some weed.
After we snuck out,
they said we had to go to Brownsville.
That's when they ripped us off.
We thought that they were going to kill us.
And Bethany.
She a part of your little... expedition.
Bethany London? No.
So how did her vest get in the basement?
I-I don't know. Ask her.
You know we can't do that, 'cause she's missing.
The last place anybody saw her
was the Laser Arena.
No, no, no, I swear to God, she was not with us.
No, not that-- that stuck up bitch.
Our point, Tim,
is that you decided to loosen her up.
You sent her text messages.
Then you took her
to that room.
No, no way.
How 'bout you ask her friends where she is?
Okay, everybody thinks they're so perfect.
They're the ones who broke curfew.
When did they do that?
Wednesday night.
Mr. Neuhauser called all three of them
sneaking back in the hotel at 2:00 a.m. with ice cream.
Ice cream? Yeah.
A whole bag of it.
It was melting all over the place.
I swear to God,
we just snuck out to buy weed.
And they left us all the way out there
in Brownsville.
Hard to see how two bongheads from Iowa
came up with Brownsville on their own.
Wednesday night at 11:00,
Bethany told her mom she and her friends
were having ice cream in their room.
At 2:00 their teacher caught them sneaking in
with more ice cream.
Which was melting.
Which wouldn't be melting if they actually got it
from where they said they did, next door.
Gee, and those girls seemed so sweet and innocent.
Please, please, don't tell our parents.
We went clubbing Wednesday night.
We just wanted to see what it's like.
You meet anybody there, any boys?
Bethany did.
She was dancing with him forever.
She make plans to meet him last night.
I don't know.
She wouldn't even tell us his name.
He was cute, with a retro suit.
When they were dancing together,
how did they act?
They were making out.
And then I saw her jump and hold her lip.
Yeah, and after she had this welt.
So he bit her lip.
I think so.
You girls being so tight,
I'm surprised you didn't get any details out of her.
Well, last night at dinner,
she showed me this thing he gave her.
Thing?
She thought it was a necklace.
Beth acts so sophisticated.
What did you think it was?
A chain with two little clips.
It's for, you know, nipples.
-She showed you at dinner. -And where were you before that?
At the public library.
Is it okay? I told my mom I'd call her.
Yeah.
So the text message,
"Lionz got a surpriz for sexy B."
The lions in front of the library.
Probably left the--
probably left the clips there for her.
The secret life of teenagers.
Of course they let those boys go.
16-year-old boys from Iowa do not go to New York
to kill their classmates.
But what about this teacher?
Matt Neuhauser. 43 years old, single?
Well, hello. He had Bethany's phone in his possession.
Smell of rotting meat in the air,
that's the vultures gathering.
You have a sketch.
Kid she was dancing with.
Medium height. 17 to 20 years old.
We're assuming she set up a meet with him
at the Laser Arena.
Well, if they had a date,
she should've turned up by now.
Depends what this kid means by date.
Well, he bit her lip and laughed about it.
Sent her S&M toys.
Left her crude and suggestive messages.
A bad boy.
Or he plays at being one.
Go to the club. Show the sketch around.
The girls don't remember anything about the place
other than it's down a flight of stairs
and it has a red bar.
Oh, the Shock & Awe Club.
It's on Harrison between Greenwich and Hudson.
There's this DJ there that I know.
Hey, we're looking for this guy.
He was here Wednesday. Medium height.
Dark suit.
Sorry, I don't pay attention to people with Y chromosomes.
Okay!
All right, we're gonna pretend like we don't see
any illegal substances.
And in exchange for that very big favor,
we need some information.
We're looking for this boy.
He has a thing for biting girls on the lip.
You don't have to raise your hand.
Sorry.
I don't know his name.
But my friend Susie hooked up with him
a couple weeks ago.
The way he bit her lip,
I told her she should get a shot or something.
Well, is she here tonight?
No. She got grounded.
Lucky her.
I don't remember them.
Are they your grandkids or something?
Thank you.
We got a lead on the girl who knows the biter.
Hey.
Another missing girl.
Tiana went missing two months ago.
A week before she disappeared,
she was at that club with some friends.
The night she went missing,
she went to a party at her school,
Stuyvesant, which is four blocks from the club.
Not much of a connection.
What did Missing Persons say? She's a runaway,
and the family moved here from North Carolina
four months ago.
They think she got homesick.
My baby girl did not run away.
She's smart. She's responsible.
Was she fitting in at her new school?
She loves Stuyvesant.
That's why my husband and me moved back to the city,
so she could go there.
I have to ask. Why are you here now?
Well, another girl's gone missing.
And, um, you've probably seen it on television.
Bethany Lunden.
We think it might be connected.
That white girl, you mean.
I called the papers, the radio, and TV.
They wouldn't give me one minute for Tiana.
Well, you've got 100%of our time now, Mrs. Peterson.
Hey.
The Marquis de Sade collection.
They usually come in pairs.
Mrs. Peterson,
was there another one of these probably attached to a chain?
It's all right, we know what it is.
When Tiana didn't come home,
we went through her things.
We found another one like that
with a chain like you said.
My husband's brother told us what it's for.
What'd you do with it?
We threw it away before the detectives came.
We didn't want them getting the wrong idea
about our daughter.
I don't know his name.
He forgot to tell me.
Susie, the reason you were grounded,
it's because of you made that little visit
to the club, right?
She engaged in reckless and inappropriate behavior.
I think we know what that means.
How do you do your homework
with the computer in the living room?
You know, your whole family watching.
That must be difficult.
That was dad's idea.
It's a new idea, right?
I--'cause the chair
hasn't been here long enough to scratch the floor.
Your dad catch you
looking at reckless and inappropriate emails maybe?
I caught her reading a blog
written by a boy she had sex with.
It was very graphic.
The boy you met at the club?
He texted me the address.
He said I was on it.
I tried to find out
who this creep is.
That's impossible.
I tried to get the blog closed down.
You can't do that.
So now it's out there
for the whole world to see forever.
No wonder her dad went nuts.
"Age 17. Location,
"the fifth circle of Hell.
booze, dames, and poker."
He's the only one fully clothed
in the photos.
And the kids,
he's displaying them like they're trophies.
Sexual predator at 17.
Already with a couple of notches on his belt.
Tiana and Bethany share the same profile.
Young, naive risk takers.
Chief of D's wants all our resources concentrated
on Bethany Lunden.
Because she's getting all the press.
You noticed.
The kid was filling five pages of blog a week
until last week when Bethany disappeared,
then nothing.
And no entries on Tiana either.
He probably deleted them after he deleted her.
"Up till the wee small hours
stacking chips with Dino and Sammy."
Kid watches too many Sinatra movies.
He's adopted the Rat Pack
as the mythology of his blog
and to create pseudonyms for everyone--
even himself.
Chairman of the Board.
"The dame was a lot of fun.
"But it was time to cut her loose.
The Chairman's Chairman would approve."
Chairman's Chairman?
Captain, can we talk about Tiana?
You want the Chief to come around on her,
you got the rest of the day.
12 hours. We'll take it.
We already told some other cops
everything we know about Tiana.
You went with her to the Shock & Awe Club
a week before she disappeared.
We want some details about that.
So you can say we corrupted her?
That's what the other cops thought.
Yeah. And we helped her run away.
Did we say that?
You know, I always thought the kids from Stuyvesant
were smarter, more open-minded.
Here you are judging us just cause we're wearing badges.
All we're asking for is a little respect.
Did you see her dance with anybody at the club?
Lots of people.
She been saving that up since North Carolina.
She favor anybody in particular?
Now what would a fine
Nubian sister want with a skinny white boy?
How about the week after?
She mention anything or anybody unusual?
She asked me what it meant
if a guy kept calling her "Pearl".
I said it might mean something nasty,
you know, like pearl in the oyster.
That is so Rita Mae Brown.
We gotta get to class.
You know what, Sinatra cut an album with Pearl Bailey.
Maybe our kid nicknamed a black girl "Pearl,"
seeing as he's a Sinatra nut.
Apparently not the only one.
So he writes
about--about doing a-a duet
with a--with a woman named Pearl.
Now Sinatra recorded a song--
What's that about Pearl?
The blog entries
around the time of Tiana's disappearance.
They mention somebody by the name of Pearl.
Tiana asked her friends
about a boy calling her Pearl.
This is the guy.
There's gotta be a way of finding him off his blog.
All right, well, he's very clever at covering his tracks.
But he did mention
going to a movie at a place called
the "42nd Street Country Club."
Ah. That's what the Rat Pack called Times Square.
He also talks about meeting a college dame at Luchow's.
Yeah. The restaurant. It was on East 13th.
It's an NYU dorm now.
His blog is filled with references
to places that don't exist anymore
except in, you know, Rat Pack mythos.
Seems to be working very hard to be sophisticated
beyond his years.
Well, he also talks about his regular
after school poker game at Liederkranz Hall.
Sinatra recorded there
when his career was on the skids.
It's on what, the Upper West Side?
It's Madison in the '20s, I think.
Let's put them out of our misery.
Liederkranz with a Z?
East 58th Street
between Park and Lex.
It's a men's athletic club now.
School's out.
Time to stack chips with Dino and Sammy.
Be our guest.
There they go. Ocean's Two.
Where I come from, friend,
that's evidence.
Hey, Carlos. Turn that off.
Can't hear myself think.
Like thinking's going to help.
I see your 50. Raise you 100.
What's the buy-in, guys?
Nickel.
Oh, those are big stakes.
Well, that's a nickel as in 500.
That's a mark of a watch strap.
Where's your watch?
It's being used to secure a poker loan, gentlemen.
That makes you the bank.
That's what it makes me.
Also makes you under arrest.
What part of "indelible right to counsel"
do you just not understand, detective?
Come on, Ethan.
We're tossing you a softball here.
Thursday night, did you play poker or not?
Well, I guess we go to the show part
of show-and-tell.
Remember these girls, Ethan?
You danced with her last Wednesday.
You bit her lip.
This one, you met her a week before she disappeared.
-You mentioned her in your blog. -You called her Pearl.
Your, uh, your "show"...
violates my civil rights
under both the Federal and the State Constitutions.
Or did you just cut
that day class at the Academy, detective?
You know, if I were you, kid,
I wouldn't be so happy to be here.
Who said I was happy?
I had a full house.
You know, the Chairman, you know, they...
Sinatra, they always associate the Rat Pack
with a 24-hour party.
But in the '50s,
he did all his songs about lonely guys.
You know, heartbroken guys.
Is that what's up with you, Ethan?
You're lonely?
You feel heartbroken?
Is that why you talk about sex so much
to cover it up?
You're done.
Kid's father's on his way up.
You won't believe who we've got here.
Mr. Carver.
I had a call from my wife.
She said my son Ethan was here.
Yes, Judge. I'm sorry.
If I had known he was your son,
I would've called you myself.
He was arrested for a poker game?
Promoting gambling. He was the bank.
Gambling is a serious matter.
You did the right thing.
He invoked?
Chapter and verse.
For the time being,
consider him represented by me.
I presume you'll be issuing
a desk appearance ticket.
For the time being.
Fine. Thank you.
Four detectives
on a Mickey Mouse gambling charge,
and he doesn't say boo?
15 years on the bench,
Judge Garrett knows better
than to let on what he's thinking.
Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves.
We're flying into the eye of the hurricane.
The detectives believe he's more than just a witness.
Can we compromise
and refer to him as a material witness?
I'm not trying to be cute, Arthur.
Yes.
Until there's direct evidence linking him
to the disappearance of either girl,
Ethan Garrett is to be considered a witness.
So we're gonna let him hide under Daddy's robes?
We're to accord Judge Garrett and his family
the respect due his office.
You two need
to put the kid together with Bethany on that Thursday.
Thursday was a school holiday.
I can't see him going anywhere
without the other rats in his pack.
Just hurry up and turn this witness into a suspect.
Well, we're not allowed to
discuss Ethan's situation.
That sounds like it came right out of Ethan's mouth.
Stuart, I'll bet you're the Sammy in Ethan's blog.
Am I right?
And that would make you Dino.
I never read his blog. I don't have the patience.
I'm an A.D.D. kid.
Oh, you're an A.D.D. kid.
So you probably just look at the pictures.
Is that--
Who does that resemble? The--the moles on the neck.
I think we found Ethan's little pet.
It's-- No, I'm not his pet.
I'm not-- I'm not into guys.
I did that-- we did that for the girls.
They get turned on by that stuff.
Not to mention it drives our parents crazy.
Your parents read Ethan's blog?
Not his blog.
You have your own?
Well, it's mostly just pictureswe send to each other.
Ethan send you any pictures Thursday last week?
Eunice Peterson?
Yes?
I'm Faith Yancy.
I know who you are.
This is LeeAnn Lunden, Bethany's mother.
I'm very sorry about your daughter.
I just learned about Tiana.
May we come inside Miss Peterson?
I am told by my sources that the same young man
may be responsible
for both Tiana and Bethany's disappearance.
I know who you are...
because five weeks ago, I sent you a letter
asking you to do a story about Tiana.
I never heard from you.
I'm sure it was a mix-up.
I know how it is with you people.
If she's white, put her in the spotlight.
If she's black, put her in the back.
I'll take your interest now, any way it comes.
But do not confuse my desperation with gratitude.
All right, he wrote about
taking Pearl to "The Hanging Gardens of Babylon"
near the "R&L Luncheonette".
Probably code for a dance club.
Then he wrote, "I'm counting on Pearl to help me
check off my remaining BTDT boxes."
BT-what?
Been There, Done That--
an inventory of sexual experiences.
Most of the boxes are checked off.
Wow.
At 17, this kid doesn't have much to look forward to.
Probably an "attaboy" from his dad.
The apple didn't fall very far from the tree.
Garrett gave me a look in the observation room.
It would've made a construction worker blush.
Wow.
Hey, the boxes he didn't check off.
Sex in an elevator, sex outdoors.
Maybe he wasn't taking her to a club.
His frame of reference is New York in the '40s and '50s.
They're back.
No "Hanging Gardens of Babylon".
Looks like they got something.
"R&L Luncheonette".
Any time you're ready.
There was an R&L Luncheonette on Gansevoort.
Sinatra used to eat there.
As of six months ago, it was an empty building.
Empty?
Hmm, and they say a prep school education
is a waste of money.
Looks like a three-alarm hunch.
There.
Right there, that one.
Posted last Friday morning at 2:16 a.m.
What's in his hand?
An empty condom wrapper.
It's like a trophy, huh? He's showing it off.
DVD player?
Can you zoom in there?
Thursday 9:36 p.m.
Bethany disappeared
between 7:30 and 8:30.
20 minutes to get up to Ethan's place,
half an hour to get down to business.
The timeline's right.
Brought her home, he had sex with her...
over a period of an hour?
And killed her at home,
with Mom and Dad downstairs watching TV.
He was released.
Sent home to sleep in his own king-sized bed.
LeeAnn, Eunice,
why do you think they did that?
When this boy probably knows
what happened to your daughters?
I don't understand it.
Eunice, he was at the same club Tiana visited.
Doesn't it make you angry he was let go?
I just want to tell this boy,
if you know where Tiana is,
please, will you tell me?
You're not dressed. Car'll be here in 15 minutes.
I'm not going.
Hide if you want, Elise.
But I won't be run to ground
by some Botoxed TV shrew spouting rumors and innuendo.
I think it'd be better if I took Ethan to the house
in the Berkshires for the next few weeks.
Ethan has school.
I remember a case a few years ago.
A man's wife went missing.
He had no alibi.
But smart man that he was,
he invoked his right to counsel.
And he never said a word to the police.
But most important, the body was never recovered.
In time, the case was dismissed.
No body, no case.
That's what it came down to.
No body, no case.
I don't remember a box for sex in an art gallery.
For a boy who's trying to look sophisticated,
taking a girl to an art galleryisn't so crazy.
Hey, Barek.
The HighLine. What do you think?
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon?
The outdoor sex box.
You know the city's turning this into a park?
The rats'll be thrilled.
We got something.
Black female.
Central, yeah, we got
a DOA at Gansevoort, up on the HighLine.
Now we got a body.
Cause of death was cardiac arrest
due to an overdose of Ecstasy.
Well, that's not the girl her mother described.
Well, the X had to be
his idea to get her in the mood.
What'd the rape kit say?
Traces of preservatives
consistent with sheepskin condoms
and one lonesome pubic hair.
It matched Ethan's DNA from the soda can.
Beautiful.
I almost gave up hope of finding her.
Thank you.
Ms. Colby's from Victim's Services.
She'll help you with your forms.
Ms. Peterson.
Judge or no judge, we're gonna get him.
A fine sentiment, Detective.
But not with this evidence.
Well, he gave her Ecstasy.
You assume.
He had sex with her.
There's no evidence it was anything but consensual.
She took a header into the guardrail,
and he left her there to die.
More assumptions.
They're not the wrong ones.
Even if we step into him,
he won't talk to us.
He knows better.
You think we could get a warrant for the house?
Only for his room and the common areas.
And only for evidence relating to Tiana's death.
Well, we only need to bein the house when Ethan's there.
Common areas?
For heaven sakes,
that's practically the whole house.
What's in this room, ma'am?
My husband's den. That's not a common area.
Ethan.
We need to search your room.
They have a warrant.
What does this lead to?
The garage.
Ethan drives?
Only in the Berkshires.
We have a home there.
Which ones are Ethan's?
Uh, when we found Tiana's body,
uh, there was evidence that yourson had been intimate with her.
Now, it's possible that
Tiana's death was accidental.
It's also possible that the samething happened to Bethany.
An accident.
But until we hear it from Ethan himself--
As a judge's wife, you appreciate
it's better he come forward now
instead of waiting until we find her.
You're devoted to Ethan's welfare.
Without reservation.
I'll leave you alone to do your job.
Key?
This one.
Sheepskin.
Interesting choice.
Tiana get more excited with those?
You know, Ethan, most offenders,
they can't sit still when we're searching
their private space, you know?
But you--nothing gets under your skin.
Hey, these photos of your dad.
I've noticed that he has the same smile in every photo.
You have any other photos, like little league games
or camping trips, stuff like that?
He's a judge. He's very busy.
You know, he's not even lookingat the camera here.
Who's he looking at? The waitress?
You know, he gave a look to my partner.
She thought he was gonna jump her bones
right there in the squad room.
Yeah, well, his dad's a player.
He cheats on your mom, isn't that right?
You shut up. Shut up about my dad.
I bet by the time
this got back from the photo shop,
he was throwing one into the waitress.
Bitch! Gimme that!
What are you-- Gimme!
Don't ta--
You're under arrest for assault.
Come on, fellas.
Don't touch me. Don't--do not--
I swear to you, you will pay for this.
So he's in custody.
Now all we need to do
is say the magic words to make him talk.
Well, we have a young friend that he might open up to.
I remember you.
I haven't forgotten you either, Connie. Have a seat.
You don't want me sitting too close.
I might have to hit you again.
I'm kinda surprised that you'd say that,
considering your good behavior since we sent you here.
We'd like to reward that good behavior
with a change of scenery.
Riker's Island just for a few weeks.
You'd get a view
of your old haunts on Channel Island.
You could reminisce about all the people you...
poisoned and drowned there.
Have you heard from any of your disciples lately?
You know, Carolyn, Tina, Claudia?
Oh, no, that's right.
You're not allowed to exchange mail with them.
You were right about them, you know.
They never turned on you.
You are still their only reality.
I bet they'd love to hear from you.
Mail privileges.
I get mail privileges if I agree to this transfer?
We expect you to be extra friendly
to your new cellie.
Hey.
I'm Connie.
-I'm down here for an appearance. -What are you in for?
Assaulting a police officer.
What up?
I bitch-slapped me a detective in his own squadron.
And you know what?
It's not half what he deserved.
Tried taking my women from me.
Your women? You a pimp?
No. They're just for me.
I got three of 'em.
I'm Ethan.
You're right.
I didn't force her to take the X.
It was her choice.
You tell them she asked to take it,
and you left before she got sick.
Don't even say that you saw her hit her head.
I won't, I get it.
But, dude, you should've seen her.
Her head bounced off
that guardrail like a beach ball.
Connie didn't know we were taping them.
We didn't brief him about Ethan.
We didn't give him any instructions at all.
We'll get an argument from Ethan's lawyer,
but we can use this as leverage.
Anything about Bethany?
The officers monitoring the tape
didn't hear her name mentioned.
You know, I think I'm gonna listen to this some more.
Six hours of psychopathic venting.
A beach ball.
Judge Garrett?
I'm LeeAnn Lunden, Bethany's mother.
I have this for Ethan. It's a Bible.
Ms. Lunden, our hearts go out to you.
I can forgive him.
I just want him to tell me where Bethany is.
He doesn't know anything!
You're a father, you understand!
-Taxi. -Judge Garrett!
Judge Garrett, a moment, please.
-A moment? -For crying out loud!
Judge Garrett, please.
I know that he knows where she is.
If I could just--I'm not commenting!
Oh, please, just a moment of your time.
This is private property!
Elise! Elise!
Open up!
The shrew is at the door!
Oh, for God's sake.
Mrs. Garrett.
You're a mother.
Make Ethan tell me where my baby is.
I'm so sorry for you.
Ethan is a good boy.
He's not a murderer.