Law & Order Special Victims Unit s03e20 Episode Script
Greed
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, My wife didn't turn the alarm on again.
I never turn mine on when I'm home.
Wow.
My entire apartment would fit in here.
Original detail, huge fireplace.
I have two more of those.
One in the den, one in the master bedroom.
You should turn this place into your restaurant.
Can't be more elegant.
Well, you know, that's all Jessie.
She's got the sense of style.
She's got an eye Jess? Maybe she's out.
No.
She had no plans to Jessica? Jessica? The phone's over there! Dial 911! Oh, my God.
Honey, I'm here, Jess.
Victim is Jessica Blaine-Todd, early 40s.
Husband and a friend found her raped and bludgeoned.
Bludgeoned with what? Haven't found it, yet.
He was upstairs, too.
Drawers pulled out everywhere, closets emptied.
We're gonna be here for a while.
Front door looks clean.
Come in through a window? No sign of forced entry anywhere in the house.
Was the alarm on? No.
Not when I came in, but there's a panic button in every room.
We just had them installed.
I'm Jessica's husband, Edwin Todd.
Detectives Benson and Stabler, Special Victims Unit.
Did your wife say anything? No.
Nothing.
Just I found her moaning.
And you were with a friend when you found her? Yeah.
My real estate guy.
We'd just put a deposit on a space for my new restaurant.
We went out to celebrate.
How's she doing? Fractured skull, drifting in and out of consciousness.
We're trying to get the pressure up.
Mrs.
Todd, I'm Detective Benson.
Can you tell me what happened? Isn't the sunset beautiful? She's not moving her right side, and her speech is slurred.
Blows to the head might've caused a stroke.
BP's stable.
Let's go.
I'm right with you, Jess.
There's three fireplaces, could've come through the chimney.
Maybe we should be looking for a guy in a red suit.
What's the prognosis? Jessica is paralyzed on her right side and can't speak.
They say the next And are you up for answering any more questions? Anything.
Was the door closed and locked when you came home? Yes.
But Jessica always forgets to turn on the alarm when she's in the house.
Mr.
Todd, aside from you and your wife, does anybody else have access? Our cleaning lady, Katarina.
She knows the codes.
She has a spare set of keys.
As a matter of fact, I just gave her a new set.
Why? Did she lose hers? No, no, no.
There's been a string of break-ins in the neighborhood.
That's why I upgraded the alarm system and changed the locks, to prevent something like this from happening.
Edwin Todd was right.
Six burglaries in the last month in his neighborhood.
Bad guys go where the money is.
Any of these break-ins turn violent? This was the first.
Precinct squad says their perp usually breaks in through a window or door though, not like our guy.
Well, plenty of rapists start out as burglars.
Maybe he's refining his act.
No current burglaries anywhere else in Manhattan with last night's M.
O.
Well, make sure we also run down any old burglaries where the perps turned violent and either made parole or finished doing their time.
Any chance she accidentally left the door open? Can't.
It's on a spring lock.
And it locks automatically.
What about the cleaning woman? Her name's Katarina Dinov.
Naturalized from the Ukraine, no rap sheet.
We're heading out to talk to her right now.
Well, this started out as a burglary.
The victim's husband should know by now if anything's missing.
Captain, you got a second? What's up, John? Bad timing.
I got jury duty in an hour.
And you're just telling me now? Get your ass down there.
It's your civic duty, John.
The Mayor can do it, so can you.
I'll go with you to talk to the cleaning lady.
Thanks.
Jerry Blaine, Jess's first husband, was an investment banker.
He did a deal for me, made me a lot of money.
We stayed in touch.
You're not from here? No, Seattle.
I couldn't make it to Jerry's funeral, so I made sure that the next time I came to town I took Jessica out to dinner.
That must have been awkward for you to see each other again under the circumstances.
No, actually, we'd never met.
But something hit both of us that night.
You know, as if we had known each other always.
I lost my wife three years ago to cancer.
Jessica understood exactly what I was going through.
We married at her summer house on Martha's Vineyard a year later.
Can you think of any reason why someone would want to hurt your wife? No.
Everybody loves her.
Are you missing something? Yeah.
Jessica's watch.
I can't remember if she was wearing it when we found her.
Well, where does she usually keep it? Right here on the night table when she goes to sleep.
The rest of the jewelry's in the safe.
Not on the list of what CSU sent to the lab.
What kind of watch is it? Rolex.
What's its value? It's horrible what happened to Mrs.
Blaine.
I thought her last name was Todd.
I can't get used to her new name.
Mr.
Blaine was a lovely man.
Always took time to ask me how I was.
They divorced? He drowned on vacation in the Bahamas two years ago.
When did Mr.
Todd come into the picture? Not long after Mr.
Blaine died.
Sounds like you mean not long enough.
When Mr.
Blaine was alive, I lived in their house five years, but Mr.
Todd made me move out because he wanted his privacy.
You live with someone? My boyfriend.
He got a name? Andrei Gorsky.
Where was he last night? He's a limo driver.
He worked until 4:00 in the morning.
I was at my neighbor's waiting for him.
Andrei took my keys by mistake.
I couldn't get in until he came home.
Yesterday was my day off.
Let's see.
Gorsky.
Nope, didn't work last night.
You sure? He's not in the log, he wasn't driving.
Well, does he have a cell phone, someway we can find him? Yeah.
He's the one vacuuming out his car in the back, just about to go on shift.
Hey, Gorsky! You got visitors! Can we talk to you for a minute? Don't even think about it.
Must've been something we said.
That any way to treat company? Where were you last night? This is a free country.
I go where I please.
You know the people Katarina works for? Mr.
and Mrs.
Todd? Well, I drive them to the airport.
So you've been to their house.
How much you get for the Rolex? Oh, I don't know what you're talking about.
Sure you do.
You had Katarina's keys.
You went to the Upper East Side, you took Mrs.
Todd's watch, and you raped her.
Rape? I didn't rape anybody, and I didn't steal a watch.
I forgot I had Katarina's keys, man.
This is crazy.
And it's the last chance you get to tell us the truth.
Where were you last night? With someone.
Well, you told Katarina you were working.
Well, I was with my other girlfriend.
Is she gonna verify that? 'Cause you really don't want to waste my time.
I'll give you her phone number.
If you didn't do anything, Andrei, why'd you try to run? Let me see your green card.
I don't have one.
How'd you get in the country? Student visa, three years ago.
And instead of going to school, you went to work.
You better kiss your two girlfriends goodbye.
Immigration's cracking down on cats like you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
If I give you information, can I stay? We'll tell INS you cooperated, if we like what we hear.
Mrs.
Todd, Katarina heard her fight with her husband the day before it happened.
Mr.
Todd, how have you and your wife been getting along? Fine.
We heard you had a little fight.
Oh, Katarina must have told you.
The last few weeks, I have spent so much time looking for the right location for this restaurant, interviewing managers, vendors.
I told her that as soon as we got this place up and running, we would have more time for each other, and she understood.
Yeah, we have to ask you this question.
Were you and your wife intimate before the attack? The night before.
Why? We'd like you to agree to a simple DNA test.
Oh, is the husband always a suspect? It's so the lab can differentiate your residual DNA from the attacker's.
The test is really for your protection.
You just tell me where and when.
Excuse me.
Hello? It's nice to know I'm not the only one catching grief for working all the time.
Thank God.
Your wife? It was the hospital.
She's conscious.
Excuse me.
Can she talk? No.
But the hospital gave us a dry erase board so she could write everything down.
Mrs.
Todd, do you remember me from the night of your attack? We're the police.
Is there anything you can remember about what happened? "Put on robe"' "Thought Ed"' You thought I was home? Why, Mrs.
Todd? What made you think your husband was home? "Heard"' "Heard key in door"' She heard the key in the door.
The only way to tell if a lock's been picked is if the perp forgot to turn the cylinder back.
The Todd's front doorknob locks automatically when the door closes.
So there's no way to tell.
If it was picked, your guy's a pro.
No help there.
This should be.
Computer came up with a match on the DNA we found in Jessica Todd.
We have a suspect? Another victim.
Rape-burglary two weeks ago, Brooklyn Heights.
My wife told the other detectives everything.
We're sorry to make you go through this again, Mrs.
Johansen, but whoever attacked you left another victim in Manhattan unable to walk or talk.
Anything you can remember might help us get this guy off the street.
Curtis was out of town.
A merger meeting in Saint Louis.
I was in the bedroom reading when I heard a noise.
I looked up and there was a man standing in the door.
It says on the report that you couldn't describe him.
I told the detectives I didn't see his face.
He was wearing a stocking over his head.
Do you remember what else he was wearing? Regular clothes.
Jeans, maybe sneakers.
And gloves.
Did he say anything? When I started to scream, he put a gun to my head, and he He told me he'd kill me if I didn't stop.
There was no emotion in his voice.
He just told me to take off my clothes.
Then he He didn't say another word.
When he was done, he went out the front door.
And he in no way tried to hit you? Isn't what he did to me enough? Mrs.
Johansen, think hard.
Are you sure that you didn't hear him come in? No.
You told the other detectives the attacker stole a diamond bracelet worth $100,000.
Is that accurate? Two-carat stones all the way around.
I had it made for Denise.
I just gave it to her for our six-month anniversary.
Mrs.
Johansen, is it possible you left the front door unlocked or open? Our security system chirps if the door is left open for more than 30 seconds.
And the new doorknob locks automatically.
New doorknob? We had the locks replaced about a month ago.
I lost my keys.
We didn't want to take any chances.
Do you have the name of that locksmith? Parks Safe and Security, Manhattan.
I checked the computer.
We did both jobs.
Same locksmith? Yeah, Danny Ryan, he's one of my best.
What is this about? Are all your employees bonded? Yeah.
Fingerprints and thorough background checks.
The whole works.
You wanna tell me what's going on here? It's just part of an investigation.
Where could we find Ryan right now? Well, he's out on a job.
Monday night? I was studying in the library at the Jefferson College of Criminal Justice.
You coming to the Police Department? Actually, I'm shooting for law school.
I'm a locksmith during the day, go to school at night.
Anybody see you cracking the books in the library? The woman at the front desk when I showed her my ID.
I didn't talk to anybody.
I mean, I go there to study, not socialize.
How about two weeks ago last night? Are you kidding me? I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning.
What do you say you try a little harder? Look, any one of us would be crazy to break into a customer's house.
I mean, they checked me out for criminal record, bad credit, everything, before they let me do this job.
Look, I put the locks into those two brownstones, but I never went back.
The DNA on Edwin Todd is in.
He's clear.
It's not a match.
What about Ryan? No rap sheet, not even a speeding ticket.
Benson.
We canvassed the library at Jefferson.
Guard doesn't remember Ryan checking in Monday night.
Maybe that's because the lab just found his prints at both the Todd and Johansen crime scenes.
That doesn't help us unless they found them somewhere other than the front door.
Yeah, how about both front doors, plus the Todd's kitchen and the Johansen's bedroom? Go pick him up.
I told you, I don't wear rubber gloves when I install locks.
Of course my prints were in both houses.
Denise Johansen was raped in her bedroom.
Your prints were also found in her bedroom.
That's a long way from the front door, Danny.
The place in Brooklyn Heights? The lady asked me to take a look at the lockset in the master bath.
Said it was sticking.
I fixed it for her.
Guy like you, good-looking women alone in their houses, they must come on to you all the time, right? It happens, but I'm not into that.
She make a move on you? I'm telling you, no.
I didn't make a move on her, either.
Well, what about when you did the Todd's house? Hey, she wasn't even there! Just the husband was home.
She was raped and nearly beaten to death in her kitchen.
Again, your prints found all over the place.
Were you fixing a lock in there, too? I was thirsty.
I asked for a glass of water.
I had it in the kitchen.
Just ask him.
You can count on that.
Now, what did you do with the Rolex and the diamond bracelet you stole from those houses? Hey, I don't know what you're talking about.
But I swear, I didn't rape or beat anybody.
I'm trying to become a lawyer.
Why would I ruin my life? He'd make a good lawyer.
He's got an answer for everything.
I wish it was that easy.
We're bringing the victims in for a lineup.
Cancel it.
Why? Neither of them saw their attackers' faces.
We've heard that before.
Then they come in, look at the lineup and remember more than they thought.
And when the victims can't ID Ryan and we take him to trial, it's exculpatory evidence and he walks.
Well, he's gonna walk a lot sooner if we don't come up with a reason to hold him.
Jessica Todd barely survived.
His next victim may not be so lucky.
Fingerprints should be enough to get warrants for Ryan's DNA and his apartment.
No watch or bracelet.
That was a waste of time.
If Ryan fenced that jewelry, you couldn't tell from that dump.
No keys.
No mask.
And he doesn't have a car.
Where else could he be hiding that stash? You're wrong about Ryan.
I told those other detectives, he's a good kid.
So help us clear him.
This is unit three.
This is the one he drives.
Is this his alone? Well, 8:00 to 4:00.
Two other guys drive it.
and graveyard shift.
Are you sure you wanna do this? Yeah.
We need you to sign this affidavit giving us permission to search the vehicle.
Yeah.
Knock yourselves out.
You're not gonna find anything.
Great.
Thank you.
I'll take the front.
Here we go.
What you got? Ryan's toolbox.
Find anything inside? Tools.
Good.
Well, I've got coffee cups, candy wrappers, half-eaten sandwich.
They should really think about cleaning this place out once every two years.
Olivia.
What? Panty hose.
That's not something you install a lock with.
Neither are these.
"Number 423154: People v, Daniel Ryan, "Two counts Rape in the First Degree.
"One count Attempted Murder in the Second Degree.
"Two counts Grand Larceny"' The defendant's plea, Miss Emerson? Not guilty.
I'll take that to mean on all charges.
What can I do for the People today? Given the violent nature of the crimes, we request the defendant be remanded without bail.
This isn't a murder case, Miss Cabot.
One of the victims may not walk or talk normally again because of the beating she took from Mr.
Ryan.
My client has no previous criminal history, Judge.
He's not a flight risk.
Mr.
Ryan installed the locks on both of the homes of the victims and made duplicate keys.
There could be more keys out there that we don't know about.
He is a risk on the street.
It's his first offense so I'm not going to remand, but I agree with you.
Bail is set at $500,000, cash only.
Ten minute break until the next case.
Half a million? I can barely make my tuition.
Don't worry, I'll have you out by tomorrow.
That's optimistic.
Your detectives blew their search.
Not likely.
They had permission.
From the wrong person.
So he bought the tools and toolbox himself.
I don't see the problem.
People v, Cacioppo, Your Honor.
Mr.
Ryan lacks the standing to make the motion because he left his belongings in a vehicle belonging to someone else.
With whom he had a business relationship.
People v, Laws, My client's work ID badge was clipped to the toolbox handle, and the police should have checked whether the toolbox belonged to him.
Sounds like the police acted in good faith.
Your Honor, if I get permission from the owner of a company to search an employee's office, I still can't open up a locked desk even if that desk is company property.
A vehicle is different.
People v, Keegan, Put your personal property in someone else's car without a precaution to safeguard it, there is no reasonable expectation of privacy.
Miss Emerson, if your client had put a $5 lock on his toolbox, we'd be out of here.
There were no exigent circumstances.
What would have been the harm if the police had come to Your Honor and asked for a search warrant before they opened Mr.
Ryan's personal property? Miss Cabot? We had ample probable cause for a warrant.
Which I never had the chance to scrutinize.
Your Honor I'm going to err on the side of caution.
The evidence inside the toolbox is out.
Why didn't anyone call me? To tell you that we had permission to search the van? Would you have stopped us? Let's stop throwing blame around.
We got screwed by legal maneuvering.
We still have Ryan's fingerprints and his DNA is not back yet.
Anyone besides me got a problem with any of this? What are you saying? Well, those locksmith vans run 24 hours a day.
Why would Ryan put $135,000 worth of jewelry in a place he knew someone else could find it? 'Cause it wasn't Ryan.
DNA? Report's back.
It's not his.
He didn't rape Jessica Todd, Denise Johansen or anybody else.
Which means someone went to a hell of a lot of trouble to set him up.
Maybe whoever planted the evidence left prints on Ryan's toolbox.
Along with the other two men who drive the truck and God knows who else.
Same problem.
Well, I think it's worth a shot.
How fast can you spring Ryan? I can have him in court by tomorrow morning.
Toolbox is still in our custody at the property clerk.
We need the lab to dust it and everything inside for prints.
Be sure you get Ryan's permission this time.
No way.
I wouldn't even be in here if it weren't for you people.
We're gonna have you out of here within the hour.
I don't believe you.
Look, man, somebody set you up.
We busted you, which means we got set up, too.
Don't you want to find out who did this to you? Anybody got a beef with you? Work, friends, family? No.
I mind my own business.
Anybody at work talk about leaving, going on to something else, maybe coming into some money? Most of the guys are lifers.
Only one talking about getting out is me.
I give you permission for the toolbox, you'll find out who wanted me in here? It may be the only way.
We found dozens of prints, inside and out.
The ones that aren't Ryan's match seven other bonded employees of Parks Safe and Security.
The judge is never gonna give us warrants for all their DNA.
You may not need it.
Let me show you something.
Where's the partial from? One of the diamonds on Denise Johansen's bracelet.
You found a surface big enough to hold a print? Those are two-carat diamonds, not enough surface for a 10-point print, but I put the partial into the computer, it spit out a six-point match.
Ed Todd's prints are on Denise Johansen's bracelet.
There's no way Ed could've handled it unless he knows the perp.
Son of a bitch must've hired someone to rape Denise and his own wife.
But a hired gun isn't gonna be careless enough to leave his DNA behind unless it's window dressing.
Well, let's say this hired gun rapes Denise then Jessica.
Now, he doesn't hit Denise, but he beats Jessica nearly to death.
I mean, come on, Ed Todd wants his wife dead.
But not Denise, she doesn't have a scratch, which means Denise has to be in on it.
And the two of them set up the locksmith as fall guy.
Attractive woman in her 30s like Denise marries a 67-year-old CEO, it's gotta be for his money.
Why hook up with Todd? Well, Denise figures that she and Todd, they kill Jessica, she's gonna get rich a hell of a lot faster than waiting for Curtis Johansen to die.
And Todd probably thinks he wiped that bracelet clean.
Let's test him.
It's not the locksmith? His DNA wasn't a match.
He's still out there.
Well, couldn't it be somebody else from the locksmith company? Yeah, we're checking into that.
Do you remember touching Ryan's toolbox? Here, sweetie.
The locksmith took a bathroom break, and I borrowed his screwdriver to tighten one of the kitchen cabinet doors.
Aside from the bathroom and the entry foyer, was Ryan in any other part of your house? No.
Not that I remember.
Why are you asking these questions? Because they have to, honey.
That's their job.
I am so sorry, but she had a rough morning in rehab.
We won't take up any more of your time.
Sorry to bother you.
Now, did I see Todd blink when I asked him about that toolbox? Spooked him enough to make him admit that he touched it.
And now he's saying Ryan went to the bathroom.
This guy is telling so many lies, he can't keep them straight.
I wonder which one he told Jessica to get his hands on her fortune.
Let's check out the source of the money.
Jerry's estate was worth about 10 million.
He left every cent to Jessica.
She was the love of his life.
She still have it? All but 2.
5 million.
We just sold off some stock for her.
With the market as low as it is now, she must have taken a bath.
Believe me, I tried to talk her out of it.
Especially when she said that she was investing in her husband's new restaurant.
Yeah, now, is it such a bad risk with someone like Ed Todd? I mean, he does have experience.
Had a lot of experience.
Todd came to us about two years ago looking to sell his restaurant group in Washington State.
Jerry handled the deal.
Todd said that Mr.
Blaine made him quite a bit of money.
After our cut, about $35 million.
I'm surprised that he would want to get back into the business.
Especially here.
Why is that? The city's economy after September 11, you would have to have Emeril himself running the place in order to break even.
And besides, a guy Todd's age, with his money, he should spend his days playing golf.
What's up? We just spoke to Ed Todd.
The real Edwin Todd.
Alive and well? Seventy-two years young, enjoying his retirement in his mansion on Puget Sound just outside Seattle.
Hasn't been to New York since the mid-'80s.
And he isn't married to Jessica.
I just talked to CSU.
They say somebody Slim-Jimmed open the driver's side door of Ryan's van.
Checking for prints now.
That's not gonna help us with the phony Edwin Todd.
Ran that partial from the bracelet, both State and Federal, no hits.
Todd has two bank accounts.
One personal, one for his company, Culinary Equities.
Combined balances, Well, that doesn't sound like enough to open a coffee shop, let alone a high-end restaurant.
Well, he had more, but not much more.
Todd paid first and last months' rent, plus two months' security for the space.
Total, 40,000.
Also wrote another to vendors, food, restaurant equipment, furniture.
Problem is, we've been trying to call these vendors.
We can't find them.
And Jessica Todd's account? She deposited the 2.
5 million from her stock sale last week.
Then put a check for $200,000 to Culinary Equities.
Explains why fake Todd hasn't taken off.
He doesn't have all the money in.
Is there any solid connection between him and Denise Johansen? Well, Todd made cell phone calls to an apartment in the Village.
The same Village number was dialed regularly from a pay phone right down the block from where the Johansen's live.
Fin and I will check out the apartment.
You two pay Mrs.
Todd a visit.
I think it's time she got a reality check.
Well, Edwin's been wonderful.
He's spent almost all his time here since this happened.
I don't know how he's going to open his restaurant on schedule.
And how much money have you given your husband so far for the restaurant? $200,000.
Did he say when he needs the rest of the money? Next week.
What are you getting at? Mrs.
Todd, we believe your husband has been planning for some time now to steal your money.
We checked his bank accounts.
The money you gave him is gone.
Well, of course it is.
He had to pay his vendors.
Those checks were written to dummy companies.
They don't exist.
I don't believe you.
Does your husband have access to any more of your money? When I die, he's the sole beneficiary of my will.
When did you sign that will? Two weeks ago.
Before you were attacked.
Was it your husband's idea? No.
It was mine.
So, you see, you're wrong about Edwin.
How much will he get? Everything.
My entire estate.
Mrs.
Todd, your husband sent someone to kill you for your money.
How can that be? I can't take care of myself.
Edwin's waiting on me hand and foot.
He's changed my diaper.
He wouldn't do that if he didn't love me.
You recognize them? Sure, Mr.
and Mrs.
Brown, 3B.
Seen the Browns around lately? Nope, but that doesn't mean anything.
They keep weird hours.
Salespeople, you know, always on the road.
Yeah.
Thank you.
So what's the plan, Captain? Call CSU for a search team.
Make sure they send a print tech and the Photo Unit.
I'll get Cabot started on a warrant.
Nothing in here.
Anything in the bedroom? The closet and the dresser are both empty.
Some ladies' thongs in the bed sheets.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
What you got? Looks like the Browns forgot something.
Canada West boarding pass to Winnipeg, name of Edwin Todd.
Dated last week.
That's just before Jessica was attacked.
Let's call the Winnipeg police.
See if they can help us find out what Todd was doing there.
Talked to the airlines.
Todd, or whatever his name is, took three trips to Winnipeg in the two weeks before Jessica was attacked.
If he had a record in Canada, explains why we couldn't get a hit on his prints.
Call CSU, have them overnight all the prints we found in the apartment to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
Hey, we might get lucky.
We still got a problem with the DNA.
It's not Ryan or Todd's.
If Denise faked being attacked, how did she have the DNA in her that showed up on the rape kit? By having sex with her husband.
She takes the rest of his semen, plants it on Jessica, makes it look like the same guy raped them both.
Talk to Curtis Johansen.
You want me to take a DNA test? I feel like I should be calling my attorney.
You're not a suspect, Mr.
Johansen.
In fact, you might be a victim.
I think you better tell me what's going on here.
Okay, before you left for your trip, were you and your wife intimate? Sex is not lacking in our marriage, Detective.
Is this necessary? I'm afraid it is, yes.
That afternoon.
Denise called me and told me she had a romantic send-off planned, that I should come home early.
When I got to the house, we made love.
What does any of this have to do with her being raped? Your wife reported the rape right after you left, Mr.
Johansen.
We think that she faked it.
Why in the hell would she do that? To cover up a crime.
She planted your semen on the other victim after almost beating her to death.
I don't believe any of this.
What proof do you have? Well, your DNA test will tell us for sure.
She knew that we wouldn't look at you as a suspect because you were out of town.
My God.
She set me up? Why? She's hooked up with a man who calls himself Ed Todd.
The restaurateur? Yes, do you know him? Do I know him? I've committed $250,000 to his restaurant project.
Denise's idea.
That's their game, Mr.
Johansen.
They want to steal your money.
I don't go into a business venture half-cocked.
I've seen the location.
I've been over the business plan, met most of the other investors, including Todd's wife.
The other rape victim.
Labs are back.
It's Curtis Johansen's DNA in both women.
So Jessica was signing her own death sentence when she made out that will leaving everything to Todd.
We gotta pick him and Denise up before they carry it out.
You know that's a problem.
That partial print proves this is Todd all the way.
Proves it to us.
It's only six points of similarity.
It's useless in court.
Well, this won't be.
RCMP came through.
Todd's real name is Edward Crandall, formerly of Toronto.
Did three years in Kingston Penitentiary for fraud.
What about Denise? Real name is Denise Cormier, born in Quebec, arrested with Crandall and did her time in Maplehurst.
Where do Jessica and Curtis stand on cooperating? Johansen is on board.
Jessica won't believe it.
Well, we're gonna have to change her mind.
What's this? What are you showing me? Your husband.
He has a prison record in Canada for fraud.
You're trying to trick me.
Sorry, Mrs.
Todd, but it's the truth.
This woman is his partner.
We think she attacked you, staged your rape and her own.
Take me back to the hospital.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
You should see these first.
What's this place? They share an apartment together in the Village.
Both of their prints were found there.
Edwin's been so good for me.
I trusted him.
I never thought I'd get married again, and then Edwin came along.
Then a few months after Jerry died, Edwin called, said he was in town, asked if he might take me out to dinner.
Well, he said all the right things.
Told me I was beautiful, Jerry was a lucky man.
He said he knew he could never take Jerry's place.
Oh, but I'd already begun to fall in love with him.
And when he asked me to marry him, I said yes.
Mrs.
Todd, if you help us, we will make him pay for this.
I can't.
Why not? Edwin confessed to me last night.
He told me everything, the whole scheme.
He asked me to forgive him, and I did.
Edwin and his partner put you in that wheelchair.
He never meant for this to happen.
He admitted he had had an affair with that woman, but he said it was over.
He said she beat me out of jealousy.
Mrs.
Todd, they're in this together.
This is not about jealousy.
This is not about love.
This is about stealing your money.
And if you don't help us, they're gonna get away with it.
Edwin's lawyer called me this morning.
He said I could never testify about what Edwin had told me because I'm his wife.
I feel so stupid.
Curtis Johansen got the same phone call from Denise's attorney this morning after she confessed to him last night.
Protected themselves by marrying their victims.
These two are real pieces of work.
Tied our hands and our victims'.
And we can't prove any of it beyond a reasonable doubt.
What about Curtis Johansen's DNA? Put that to a jury, and they'll think Johansen raped Jessica and Denise even though he has an alibi.
Come in.
We have battered wives testify against the husbands who beat them all the time.
How is this different? Those women testified about what their husbands did, not what they said.
Those wives still cannot reveal confidential communication between themselves and their husbands.
Well, there's got to be a loophole for a situation like this.
I checked the case law.
There has never been a situation like this.
What is it? Marriage licenses.
Edwin Todd to Jessica Blaine.
Curtis Johansen to Denise Carlson.
Thought her name was Cormier.
Pick up Todd and Denise.
For what? False names on their marriage licenses.
They finally made a mistake.
Are you kidding me with this charge? Don't you worry.
We got better ones on the way.
I don't see how.
You really think you can get away with this? You don't have to use that tone with me, Detective.
Your real name is Denise Cormier.
So what? Well, on the certificate of marriage, it says Denise Carlson.
Where are you going with this? Your client lied about her name.
And because you lied, your marriage to Jessica Blaine is void.
Please, how many times do I have to tell you about your tone of voice? Oh, I'm sorry.
If my manners bother you, let me use your real name for this.
Edward Crandall, you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, robbery and grand larceny.
If you're going to use his real name, you better use Edwin Todd.
Excuse me? What's this? Mrs.
Johansen's legal name change to Denise Carlson before she married Curtis Johansen.
It's Canadian.
How do I know it's not a forgery? Because that's a copy we ordered from the Registrar of Records in Winnipeg, where the original is on file.
Note the seal at the bottom.
So why'd you change your name, Edwin? Don't answer that.
Oh, come on, what's the harm? Sorry.
I'm gonna have to go with my lawyer on that one.
How we doing? We found the money, courtesy of our friends at the RCMP.
Five accounts in Winnipeg Crown Bank under the names of the vendors that Todd wrote the checks to.
He's the signatory on all the accounts.
Waited for the checks to clear, then made cash withdrawals, leaving each account with $1,000.
So he gets the money out of the country, then converts it to cash so we can't trace it any further.
This guy is good.
Now what about Denise? Well, I can't find any accounts in her names, but the RCMP is still looking.
I put a uniform detail on Jessica, just to be on the safe side.
Also got one on Todd and Denise in case they decide to cut their losses and run back to Canada.
What the hell's this mean? What do you got? It's a credit card statement in the name of Edward Crandall.
Some hotel in Acapulco a year and a half ago.
It's in Spanish.
Well, resorts are a great place to pick up a mark.
"Luna de miel" means "honeymoon"' Son of a bitch.
Why would Ed and Denise be staying in the honeymoon suite of that hotel? We're not going to allow the continued harassment of our clients.
Why are we here? The honeymoon's over.
What does that mean? It's in Spanish.
You want to clue us in? Yeah, it's your clients' Mexican marriage license.
I told you we should have gotten a divorce.
Shut up, you stupid bitch.
You see, this is the last time I'm gonna take care of you.
It was all his idea.
And they can't prove any of it if you keep your trap shut.
What's the matter, Counselors, you didn't know they were married to each other? Unless you can produce divorce papers preceding your clients' respective weddings to Jessica Blaine and Curtis Johansen, it's as if those marriages never existed.
No.
Jessica needs me.
You see, I do everything for her.
She's not going to testify against me.
Mrs.
Blaine.
No.
Her last name is Todd.
Now you know my wife is ill.
You have no right to bring her here.
Hi, sweetie, you should be resting.
Sit down, you bastard.
You know what? This was all a mistake.
Yes, I stole your money.
She was only supposed to take your watch.
You weren't supposed to get hurt.
You're upset.
We need to get away, just you and me, huh? Anywhere you want to go.
The only place you're going is to hell.
I never turn mine on when I'm home.
Wow.
My entire apartment would fit in here.
Original detail, huge fireplace.
I have two more of those.
One in the den, one in the master bedroom.
You should turn this place into your restaurant.
Can't be more elegant.
Well, you know, that's all Jessie.
She's got the sense of style.
She's got an eye Jess? Maybe she's out.
No.
She had no plans to Jessica? Jessica? The phone's over there! Dial 911! Oh, my God.
Honey, I'm here, Jess.
Victim is Jessica Blaine-Todd, early 40s.
Husband and a friend found her raped and bludgeoned.
Bludgeoned with what? Haven't found it, yet.
He was upstairs, too.
Drawers pulled out everywhere, closets emptied.
We're gonna be here for a while.
Front door looks clean.
Come in through a window? No sign of forced entry anywhere in the house.
Was the alarm on? No.
Not when I came in, but there's a panic button in every room.
We just had them installed.
I'm Jessica's husband, Edwin Todd.
Detectives Benson and Stabler, Special Victims Unit.
Did your wife say anything? No.
Nothing.
Just I found her moaning.
And you were with a friend when you found her? Yeah.
My real estate guy.
We'd just put a deposit on a space for my new restaurant.
We went out to celebrate.
How's she doing? Fractured skull, drifting in and out of consciousness.
We're trying to get the pressure up.
Mrs.
Todd, I'm Detective Benson.
Can you tell me what happened? Isn't the sunset beautiful? She's not moving her right side, and her speech is slurred.
Blows to the head might've caused a stroke.
BP's stable.
Let's go.
I'm right with you, Jess.
There's three fireplaces, could've come through the chimney.
Maybe we should be looking for a guy in a red suit.
What's the prognosis? Jessica is paralyzed on her right side and can't speak.
They say the next And are you up for answering any more questions? Anything.
Was the door closed and locked when you came home? Yes.
But Jessica always forgets to turn on the alarm when she's in the house.
Mr.
Todd, aside from you and your wife, does anybody else have access? Our cleaning lady, Katarina.
She knows the codes.
She has a spare set of keys.
As a matter of fact, I just gave her a new set.
Why? Did she lose hers? No, no, no.
There's been a string of break-ins in the neighborhood.
That's why I upgraded the alarm system and changed the locks, to prevent something like this from happening.
Edwin Todd was right.
Six burglaries in the last month in his neighborhood.
Bad guys go where the money is.
Any of these break-ins turn violent? This was the first.
Precinct squad says their perp usually breaks in through a window or door though, not like our guy.
Well, plenty of rapists start out as burglars.
Maybe he's refining his act.
No current burglaries anywhere else in Manhattan with last night's M.
O.
Well, make sure we also run down any old burglaries where the perps turned violent and either made parole or finished doing their time.
Any chance she accidentally left the door open? Can't.
It's on a spring lock.
And it locks automatically.
What about the cleaning woman? Her name's Katarina Dinov.
Naturalized from the Ukraine, no rap sheet.
We're heading out to talk to her right now.
Well, this started out as a burglary.
The victim's husband should know by now if anything's missing.
Captain, you got a second? What's up, John? Bad timing.
I got jury duty in an hour.
And you're just telling me now? Get your ass down there.
It's your civic duty, John.
The Mayor can do it, so can you.
I'll go with you to talk to the cleaning lady.
Thanks.
Jerry Blaine, Jess's first husband, was an investment banker.
He did a deal for me, made me a lot of money.
We stayed in touch.
You're not from here? No, Seattle.
I couldn't make it to Jerry's funeral, so I made sure that the next time I came to town I took Jessica out to dinner.
That must have been awkward for you to see each other again under the circumstances.
No, actually, we'd never met.
But something hit both of us that night.
You know, as if we had known each other always.
I lost my wife three years ago to cancer.
Jessica understood exactly what I was going through.
We married at her summer house on Martha's Vineyard a year later.
Can you think of any reason why someone would want to hurt your wife? No.
Everybody loves her.
Are you missing something? Yeah.
Jessica's watch.
I can't remember if she was wearing it when we found her.
Well, where does she usually keep it? Right here on the night table when she goes to sleep.
The rest of the jewelry's in the safe.
Not on the list of what CSU sent to the lab.
What kind of watch is it? Rolex.
What's its value? It's horrible what happened to Mrs.
Blaine.
I thought her last name was Todd.
I can't get used to her new name.
Mr.
Blaine was a lovely man.
Always took time to ask me how I was.
They divorced? He drowned on vacation in the Bahamas two years ago.
When did Mr.
Todd come into the picture? Not long after Mr.
Blaine died.
Sounds like you mean not long enough.
When Mr.
Blaine was alive, I lived in their house five years, but Mr.
Todd made me move out because he wanted his privacy.
You live with someone? My boyfriend.
He got a name? Andrei Gorsky.
Where was he last night? He's a limo driver.
He worked until 4:00 in the morning.
I was at my neighbor's waiting for him.
Andrei took my keys by mistake.
I couldn't get in until he came home.
Yesterday was my day off.
Let's see.
Gorsky.
Nope, didn't work last night.
You sure? He's not in the log, he wasn't driving.
Well, does he have a cell phone, someway we can find him? Yeah.
He's the one vacuuming out his car in the back, just about to go on shift.
Hey, Gorsky! You got visitors! Can we talk to you for a minute? Don't even think about it.
Must've been something we said.
That any way to treat company? Where were you last night? This is a free country.
I go where I please.
You know the people Katarina works for? Mr.
and Mrs.
Todd? Well, I drive them to the airport.
So you've been to their house.
How much you get for the Rolex? Oh, I don't know what you're talking about.
Sure you do.
You had Katarina's keys.
You went to the Upper East Side, you took Mrs.
Todd's watch, and you raped her.
Rape? I didn't rape anybody, and I didn't steal a watch.
I forgot I had Katarina's keys, man.
This is crazy.
And it's the last chance you get to tell us the truth.
Where were you last night? With someone.
Well, you told Katarina you were working.
Well, I was with my other girlfriend.
Is she gonna verify that? 'Cause you really don't want to waste my time.
I'll give you her phone number.
If you didn't do anything, Andrei, why'd you try to run? Let me see your green card.
I don't have one.
How'd you get in the country? Student visa, three years ago.
And instead of going to school, you went to work.
You better kiss your two girlfriends goodbye.
Immigration's cracking down on cats like you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
If I give you information, can I stay? We'll tell INS you cooperated, if we like what we hear.
Mrs.
Todd, Katarina heard her fight with her husband the day before it happened.
Mr.
Todd, how have you and your wife been getting along? Fine.
We heard you had a little fight.
Oh, Katarina must have told you.
The last few weeks, I have spent so much time looking for the right location for this restaurant, interviewing managers, vendors.
I told her that as soon as we got this place up and running, we would have more time for each other, and she understood.
Yeah, we have to ask you this question.
Were you and your wife intimate before the attack? The night before.
Why? We'd like you to agree to a simple DNA test.
Oh, is the husband always a suspect? It's so the lab can differentiate your residual DNA from the attacker's.
The test is really for your protection.
You just tell me where and when.
Excuse me.
Hello? It's nice to know I'm not the only one catching grief for working all the time.
Thank God.
Your wife? It was the hospital.
She's conscious.
Excuse me.
Can she talk? No.
But the hospital gave us a dry erase board so she could write everything down.
Mrs.
Todd, do you remember me from the night of your attack? We're the police.
Is there anything you can remember about what happened? "Put on robe"' "Thought Ed"' You thought I was home? Why, Mrs.
Todd? What made you think your husband was home? "Heard"' "Heard key in door"' She heard the key in the door.
The only way to tell if a lock's been picked is if the perp forgot to turn the cylinder back.
The Todd's front doorknob locks automatically when the door closes.
So there's no way to tell.
If it was picked, your guy's a pro.
No help there.
This should be.
Computer came up with a match on the DNA we found in Jessica Todd.
We have a suspect? Another victim.
Rape-burglary two weeks ago, Brooklyn Heights.
My wife told the other detectives everything.
We're sorry to make you go through this again, Mrs.
Johansen, but whoever attacked you left another victim in Manhattan unable to walk or talk.
Anything you can remember might help us get this guy off the street.
Curtis was out of town.
A merger meeting in Saint Louis.
I was in the bedroom reading when I heard a noise.
I looked up and there was a man standing in the door.
It says on the report that you couldn't describe him.
I told the detectives I didn't see his face.
He was wearing a stocking over his head.
Do you remember what else he was wearing? Regular clothes.
Jeans, maybe sneakers.
And gloves.
Did he say anything? When I started to scream, he put a gun to my head, and he He told me he'd kill me if I didn't stop.
There was no emotion in his voice.
He just told me to take off my clothes.
Then he He didn't say another word.
When he was done, he went out the front door.
And he in no way tried to hit you? Isn't what he did to me enough? Mrs.
Johansen, think hard.
Are you sure that you didn't hear him come in? No.
You told the other detectives the attacker stole a diamond bracelet worth $100,000.
Is that accurate? Two-carat stones all the way around.
I had it made for Denise.
I just gave it to her for our six-month anniversary.
Mrs.
Johansen, is it possible you left the front door unlocked or open? Our security system chirps if the door is left open for more than 30 seconds.
And the new doorknob locks automatically.
New doorknob? We had the locks replaced about a month ago.
I lost my keys.
We didn't want to take any chances.
Do you have the name of that locksmith? Parks Safe and Security, Manhattan.
I checked the computer.
We did both jobs.
Same locksmith? Yeah, Danny Ryan, he's one of my best.
What is this about? Are all your employees bonded? Yeah.
Fingerprints and thorough background checks.
The whole works.
You wanna tell me what's going on here? It's just part of an investigation.
Where could we find Ryan right now? Well, he's out on a job.
Monday night? I was studying in the library at the Jefferson College of Criminal Justice.
You coming to the Police Department? Actually, I'm shooting for law school.
I'm a locksmith during the day, go to school at night.
Anybody see you cracking the books in the library? The woman at the front desk when I showed her my ID.
I didn't talk to anybody.
I mean, I go there to study, not socialize.
How about two weeks ago last night? Are you kidding me? I can't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning.
What do you say you try a little harder? Look, any one of us would be crazy to break into a customer's house.
I mean, they checked me out for criminal record, bad credit, everything, before they let me do this job.
Look, I put the locks into those two brownstones, but I never went back.
The DNA on Edwin Todd is in.
He's clear.
It's not a match.
What about Ryan? No rap sheet, not even a speeding ticket.
Benson.
We canvassed the library at Jefferson.
Guard doesn't remember Ryan checking in Monday night.
Maybe that's because the lab just found his prints at both the Todd and Johansen crime scenes.
That doesn't help us unless they found them somewhere other than the front door.
Yeah, how about both front doors, plus the Todd's kitchen and the Johansen's bedroom? Go pick him up.
I told you, I don't wear rubber gloves when I install locks.
Of course my prints were in both houses.
Denise Johansen was raped in her bedroom.
Your prints were also found in her bedroom.
That's a long way from the front door, Danny.
The place in Brooklyn Heights? The lady asked me to take a look at the lockset in the master bath.
Said it was sticking.
I fixed it for her.
Guy like you, good-looking women alone in their houses, they must come on to you all the time, right? It happens, but I'm not into that.
She make a move on you? I'm telling you, no.
I didn't make a move on her, either.
Well, what about when you did the Todd's house? Hey, she wasn't even there! Just the husband was home.
She was raped and nearly beaten to death in her kitchen.
Again, your prints found all over the place.
Were you fixing a lock in there, too? I was thirsty.
I asked for a glass of water.
I had it in the kitchen.
Just ask him.
You can count on that.
Now, what did you do with the Rolex and the diamond bracelet you stole from those houses? Hey, I don't know what you're talking about.
But I swear, I didn't rape or beat anybody.
I'm trying to become a lawyer.
Why would I ruin my life? He'd make a good lawyer.
He's got an answer for everything.
I wish it was that easy.
We're bringing the victims in for a lineup.
Cancel it.
Why? Neither of them saw their attackers' faces.
We've heard that before.
Then they come in, look at the lineup and remember more than they thought.
And when the victims can't ID Ryan and we take him to trial, it's exculpatory evidence and he walks.
Well, he's gonna walk a lot sooner if we don't come up with a reason to hold him.
Jessica Todd barely survived.
His next victim may not be so lucky.
Fingerprints should be enough to get warrants for Ryan's DNA and his apartment.
No watch or bracelet.
That was a waste of time.
If Ryan fenced that jewelry, you couldn't tell from that dump.
No keys.
No mask.
And he doesn't have a car.
Where else could he be hiding that stash? You're wrong about Ryan.
I told those other detectives, he's a good kid.
So help us clear him.
This is unit three.
This is the one he drives.
Is this his alone? Well, 8:00 to 4:00.
Two other guys drive it.
and graveyard shift.
Are you sure you wanna do this? Yeah.
We need you to sign this affidavit giving us permission to search the vehicle.
Yeah.
Knock yourselves out.
You're not gonna find anything.
Great.
Thank you.
I'll take the front.
Here we go.
What you got? Ryan's toolbox.
Find anything inside? Tools.
Good.
Well, I've got coffee cups, candy wrappers, half-eaten sandwich.
They should really think about cleaning this place out once every two years.
Olivia.
What? Panty hose.
That's not something you install a lock with.
Neither are these.
"Number 423154: People v, Daniel Ryan, "Two counts Rape in the First Degree.
"One count Attempted Murder in the Second Degree.
"Two counts Grand Larceny"' The defendant's plea, Miss Emerson? Not guilty.
I'll take that to mean on all charges.
What can I do for the People today? Given the violent nature of the crimes, we request the defendant be remanded without bail.
This isn't a murder case, Miss Cabot.
One of the victims may not walk or talk normally again because of the beating she took from Mr.
Ryan.
My client has no previous criminal history, Judge.
He's not a flight risk.
Mr.
Ryan installed the locks on both of the homes of the victims and made duplicate keys.
There could be more keys out there that we don't know about.
He is a risk on the street.
It's his first offense so I'm not going to remand, but I agree with you.
Bail is set at $500,000, cash only.
Ten minute break until the next case.
Half a million? I can barely make my tuition.
Don't worry, I'll have you out by tomorrow.
That's optimistic.
Your detectives blew their search.
Not likely.
They had permission.
From the wrong person.
So he bought the tools and toolbox himself.
I don't see the problem.
People v, Cacioppo, Your Honor.
Mr.
Ryan lacks the standing to make the motion because he left his belongings in a vehicle belonging to someone else.
With whom he had a business relationship.
People v, Laws, My client's work ID badge was clipped to the toolbox handle, and the police should have checked whether the toolbox belonged to him.
Sounds like the police acted in good faith.
Your Honor, if I get permission from the owner of a company to search an employee's office, I still can't open up a locked desk even if that desk is company property.
A vehicle is different.
People v, Keegan, Put your personal property in someone else's car without a precaution to safeguard it, there is no reasonable expectation of privacy.
Miss Emerson, if your client had put a $5 lock on his toolbox, we'd be out of here.
There were no exigent circumstances.
What would have been the harm if the police had come to Your Honor and asked for a search warrant before they opened Mr.
Ryan's personal property? Miss Cabot? We had ample probable cause for a warrant.
Which I never had the chance to scrutinize.
Your Honor I'm going to err on the side of caution.
The evidence inside the toolbox is out.
Why didn't anyone call me? To tell you that we had permission to search the van? Would you have stopped us? Let's stop throwing blame around.
We got screwed by legal maneuvering.
We still have Ryan's fingerprints and his DNA is not back yet.
Anyone besides me got a problem with any of this? What are you saying? Well, those locksmith vans run 24 hours a day.
Why would Ryan put $135,000 worth of jewelry in a place he knew someone else could find it? 'Cause it wasn't Ryan.
DNA? Report's back.
It's not his.
He didn't rape Jessica Todd, Denise Johansen or anybody else.
Which means someone went to a hell of a lot of trouble to set him up.
Maybe whoever planted the evidence left prints on Ryan's toolbox.
Along with the other two men who drive the truck and God knows who else.
Same problem.
Well, I think it's worth a shot.
How fast can you spring Ryan? I can have him in court by tomorrow morning.
Toolbox is still in our custody at the property clerk.
We need the lab to dust it and everything inside for prints.
Be sure you get Ryan's permission this time.
No way.
I wouldn't even be in here if it weren't for you people.
We're gonna have you out of here within the hour.
I don't believe you.
Look, man, somebody set you up.
We busted you, which means we got set up, too.
Don't you want to find out who did this to you? Anybody got a beef with you? Work, friends, family? No.
I mind my own business.
Anybody at work talk about leaving, going on to something else, maybe coming into some money? Most of the guys are lifers.
Only one talking about getting out is me.
I give you permission for the toolbox, you'll find out who wanted me in here? It may be the only way.
We found dozens of prints, inside and out.
The ones that aren't Ryan's match seven other bonded employees of Parks Safe and Security.
The judge is never gonna give us warrants for all their DNA.
You may not need it.
Let me show you something.
Where's the partial from? One of the diamonds on Denise Johansen's bracelet.
You found a surface big enough to hold a print? Those are two-carat diamonds, not enough surface for a 10-point print, but I put the partial into the computer, it spit out a six-point match.
Ed Todd's prints are on Denise Johansen's bracelet.
There's no way Ed could've handled it unless he knows the perp.
Son of a bitch must've hired someone to rape Denise and his own wife.
But a hired gun isn't gonna be careless enough to leave his DNA behind unless it's window dressing.
Well, let's say this hired gun rapes Denise then Jessica.
Now, he doesn't hit Denise, but he beats Jessica nearly to death.
I mean, come on, Ed Todd wants his wife dead.
But not Denise, she doesn't have a scratch, which means Denise has to be in on it.
And the two of them set up the locksmith as fall guy.
Attractive woman in her 30s like Denise marries a 67-year-old CEO, it's gotta be for his money.
Why hook up with Todd? Well, Denise figures that she and Todd, they kill Jessica, she's gonna get rich a hell of a lot faster than waiting for Curtis Johansen to die.
And Todd probably thinks he wiped that bracelet clean.
Let's test him.
It's not the locksmith? His DNA wasn't a match.
He's still out there.
Well, couldn't it be somebody else from the locksmith company? Yeah, we're checking into that.
Do you remember touching Ryan's toolbox? Here, sweetie.
The locksmith took a bathroom break, and I borrowed his screwdriver to tighten one of the kitchen cabinet doors.
Aside from the bathroom and the entry foyer, was Ryan in any other part of your house? No.
Not that I remember.
Why are you asking these questions? Because they have to, honey.
That's their job.
I am so sorry, but she had a rough morning in rehab.
We won't take up any more of your time.
Sorry to bother you.
Now, did I see Todd blink when I asked him about that toolbox? Spooked him enough to make him admit that he touched it.
And now he's saying Ryan went to the bathroom.
This guy is telling so many lies, he can't keep them straight.
I wonder which one he told Jessica to get his hands on her fortune.
Let's check out the source of the money.
Jerry's estate was worth about 10 million.
He left every cent to Jessica.
She was the love of his life.
She still have it? All but 2.
5 million.
We just sold off some stock for her.
With the market as low as it is now, she must have taken a bath.
Believe me, I tried to talk her out of it.
Especially when she said that she was investing in her husband's new restaurant.
Yeah, now, is it such a bad risk with someone like Ed Todd? I mean, he does have experience.
Had a lot of experience.
Todd came to us about two years ago looking to sell his restaurant group in Washington State.
Jerry handled the deal.
Todd said that Mr.
Blaine made him quite a bit of money.
After our cut, about $35 million.
I'm surprised that he would want to get back into the business.
Especially here.
Why is that? The city's economy after September 11, you would have to have Emeril himself running the place in order to break even.
And besides, a guy Todd's age, with his money, he should spend his days playing golf.
What's up? We just spoke to Ed Todd.
The real Edwin Todd.
Alive and well? Seventy-two years young, enjoying his retirement in his mansion on Puget Sound just outside Seattle.
Hasn't been to New York since the mid-'80s.
And he isn't married to Jessica.
I just talked to CSU.
They say somebody Slim-Jimmed open the driver's side door of Ryan's van.
Checking for prints now.
That's not gonna help us with the phony Edwin Todd.
Ran that partial from the bracelet, both State and Federal, no hits.
Todd has two bank accounts.
One personal, one for his company, Culinary Equities.
Combined balances, Well, that doesn't sound like enough to open a coffee shop, let alone a high-end restaurant.
Well, he had more, but not much more.
Todd paid first and last months' rent, plus two months' security for the space.
Total, 40,000.
Also wrote another to vendors, food, restaurant equipment, furniture.
Problem is, we've been trying to call these vendors.
We can't find them.
And Jessica Todd's account? She deposited the 2.
5 million from her stock sale last week.
Then put a check for $200,000 to Culinary Equities.
Explains why fake Todd hasn't taken off.
He doesn't have all the money in.
Is there any solid connection between him and Denise Johansen? Well, Todd made cell phone calls to an apartment in the Village.
The same Village number was dialed regularly from a pay phone right down the block from where the Johansen's live.
Fin and I will check out the apartment.
You two pay Mrs.
Todd a visit.
I think it's time she got a reality check.
Well, Edwin's been wonderful.
He's spent almost all his time here since this happened.
I don't know how he's going to open his restaurant on schedule.
And how much money have you given your husband so far for the restaurant? $200,000.
Did he say when he needs the rest of the money? Next week.
What are you getting at? Mrs.
Todd, we believe your husband has been planning for some time now to steal your money.
We checked his bank accounts.
The money you gave him is gone.
Well, of course it is.
He had to pay his vendors.
Those checks were written to dummy companies.
They don't exist.
I don't believe you.
Does your husband have access to any more of your money? When I die, he's the sole beneficiary of my will.
When did you sign that will? Two weeks ago.
Before you were attacked.
Was it your husband's idea? No.
It was mine.
So, you see, you're wrong about Edwin.
How much will he get? Everything.
My entire estate.
Mrs.
Todd, your husband sent someone to kill you for your money.
How can that be? I can't take care of myself.
Edwin's waiting on me hand and foot.
He's changed my diaper.
He wouldn't do that if he didn't love me.
You recognize them? Sure, Mr.
and Mrs.
Brown, 3B.
Seen the Browns around lately? Nope, but that doesn't mean anything.
They keep weird hours.
Salespeople, you know, always on the road.
Yeah.
Thank you.
So what's the plan, Captain? Call CSU for a search team.
Make sure they send a print tech and the Photo Unit.
I'll get Cabot started on a warrant.
Nothing in here.
Anything in the bedroom? The closet and the dresser are both empty.
Some ladies' thongs in the bed sheets.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
What you got? Looks like the Browns forgot something.
Canada West boarding pass to Winnipeg, name of Edwin Todd.
Dated last week.
That's just before Jessica was attacked.
Let's call the Winnipeg police.
See if they can help us find out what Todd was doing there.
Talked to the airlines.
Todd, or whatever his name is, took three trips to Winnipeg in the two weeks before Jessica was attacked.
If he had a record in Canada, explains why we couldn't get a hit on his prints.
Call CSU, have them overnight all the prints we found in the apartment to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
Hey, we might get lucky.
We still got a problem with the DNA.
It's not Ryan or Todd's.
If Denise faked being attacked, how did she have the DNA in her that showed up on the rape kit? By having sex with her husband.
She takes the rest of his semen, plants it on Jessica, makes it look like the same guy raped them both.
Talk to Curtis Johansen.
You want me to take a DNA test? I feel like I should be calling my attorney.
You're not a suspect, Mr.
Johansen.
In fact, you might be a victim.
I think you better tell me what's going on here.
Okay, before you left for your trip, were you and your wife intimate? Sex is not lacking in our marriage, Detective.
Is this necessary? I'm afraid it is, yes.
That afternoon.
Denise called me and told me she had a romantic send-off planned, that I should come home early.
When I got to the house, we made love.
What does any of this have to do with her being raped? Your wife reported the rape right after you left, Mr.
Johansen.
We think that she faked it.
Why in the hell would she do that? To cover up a crime.
She planted your semen on the other victim after almost beating her to death.
I don't believe any of this.
What proof do you have? Well, your DNA test will tell us for sure.
She knew that we wouldn't look at you as a suspect because you were out of town.
My God.
She set me up? Why? She's hooked up with a man who calls himself Ed Todd.
The restaurateur? Yes, do you know him? Do I know him? I've committed $250,000 to his restaurant project.
Denise's idea.
That's their game, Mr.
Johansen.
They want to steal your money.
I don't go into a business venture half-cocked.
I've seen the location.
I've been over the business plan, met most of the other investors, including Todd's wife.
The other rape victim.
Labs are back.
It's Curtis Johansen's DNA in both women.
So Jessica was signing her own death sentence when she made out that will leaving everything to Todd.
We gotta pick him and Denise up before they carry it out.
You know that's a problem.
That partial print proves this is Todd all the way.
Proves it to us.
It's only six points of similarity.
It's useless in court.
Well, this won't be.
RCMP came through.
Todd's real name is Edward Crandall, formerly of Toronto.
Did three years in Kingston Penitentiary for fraud.
What about Denise? Real name is Denise Cormier, born in Quebec, arrested with Crandall and did her time in Maplehurst.
Where do Jessica and Curtis stand on cooperating? Johansen is on board.
Jessica won't believe it.
Well, we're gonna have to change her mind.
What's this? What are you showing me? Your husband.
He has a prison record in Canada for fraud.
You're trying to trick me.
Sorry, Mrs.
Todd, but it's the truth.
This woman is his partner.
We think she attacked you, staged your rape and her own.
Take me back to the hospital.
I don't want to talk about this anymore.
You should see these first.
What's this place? They share an apartment together in the Village.
Both of their prints were found there.
Edwin's been so good for me.
I trusted him.
I never thought I'd get married again, and then Edwin came along.
Then a few months after Jerry died, Edwin called, said he was in town, asked if he might take me out to dinner.
Well, he said all the right things.
Told me I was beautiful, Jerry was a lucky man.
He said he knew he could never take Jerry's place.
Oh, but I'd already begun to fall in love with him.
And when he asked me to marry him, I said yes.
Mrs.
Todd, if you help us, we will make him pay for this.
I can't.
Why not? Edwin confessed to me last night.
He told me everything, the whole scheme.
He asked me to forgive him, and I did.
Edwin and his partner put you in that wheelchair.
He never meant for this to happen.
He admitted he had had an affair with that woman, but he said it was over.
He said she beat me out of jealousy.
Mrs.
Todd, they're in this together.
This is not about jealousy.
This is not about love.
This is about stealing your money.
And if you don't help us, they're gonna get away with it.
Edwin's lawyer called me this morning.
He said I could never testify about what Edwin had told me because I'm his wife.
I feel so stupid.
Curtis Johansen got the same phone call from Denise's attorney this morning after she confessed to him last night.
Protected themselves by marrying their victims.
These two are real pieces of work.
Tied our hands and our victims'.
And we can't prove any of it beyond a reasonable doubt.
What about Curtis Johansen's DNA? Put that to a jury, and they'll think Johansen raped Jessica and Denise even though he has an alibi.
Come in.
We have battered wives testify against the husbands who beat them all the time.
How is this different? Those women testified about what their husbands did, not what they said.
Those wives still cannot reveal confidential communication between themselves and their husbands.
Well, there's got to be a loophole for a situation like this.
I checked the case law.
There has never been a situation like this.
What is it? Marriage licenses.
Edwin Todd to Jessica Blaine.
Curtis Johansen to Denise Carlson.
Thought her name was Cormier.
Pick up Todd and Denise.
For what? False names on their marriage licenses.
They finally made a mistake.
Are you kidding me with this charge? Don't you worry.
We got better ones on the way.
I don't see how.
You really think you can get away with this? You don't have to use that tone with me, Detective.
Your real name is Denise Cormier.
So what? Well, on the certificate of marriage, it says Denise Carlson.
Where are you going with this? Your client lied about her name.
And because you lied, your marriage to Jessica Blaine is void.
Please, how many times do I have to tell you about your tone of voice? Oh, I'm sorry.
If my manners bother you, let me use your real name for this.
Edward Crandall, you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, attempted murder, robbery and grand larceny.
If you're going to use his real name, you better use Edwin Todd.
Excuse me? What's this? Mrs.
Johansen's legal name change to Denise Carlson before she married Curtis Johansen.
It's Canadian.
How do I know it's not a forgery? Because that's a copy we ordered from the Registrar of Records in Winnipeg, where the original is on file.
Note the seal at the bottom.
So why'd you change your name, Edwin? Don't answer that.
Oh, come on, what's the harm? Sorry.
I'm gonna have to go with my lawyer on that one.
How we doing? We found the money, courtesy of our friends at the RCMP.
Five accounts in Winnipeg Crown Bank under the names of the vendors that Todd wrote the checks to.
He's the signatory on all the accounts.
Waited for the checks to clear, then made cash withdrawals, leaving each account with $1,000.
So he gets the money out of the country, then converts it to cash so we can't trace it any further.
This guy is good.
Now what about Denise? Well, I can't find any accounts in her names, but the RCMP is still looking.
I put a uniform detail on Jessica, just to be on the safe side.
Also got one on Todd and Denise in case they decide to cut their losses and run back to Canada.
What the hell's this mean? What do you got? It's a credit card statement in the name of Edward Crandall.
Some hotel in Acapulco a year and a half ago.
It's in Spanish.
Well, resorts are a great place to pick up a mark.
"Luna de miel" means "honeymoon"' Son of a bitch.
Why would Ed and Denise be staying in the honeymoon suite of that hotel? We're not going to allow the continued harassment of our clients.
Why are we here? The honeymoon's over.
What does that mean? It's in Spanish.
You want to clue us in? Yeah, it's your clients' Mexican marriage license.
I told you we should have gotten a divorce.
Shut up, you stupid bitch.
You see, this is the last time I'm gonna take care of you.
It was all his idea.
And they can't prove any of it if you keep your trap shut.
What's the matter, Counselors, you didn't know they were married to each other? Unless you can produce divorce papers preceding your clients' respective weddings to Jessica Blaine and Curtis Johansen, it's as if those marriages never existed.
No.
Jessica needs me.
You see, I do everything for her.
She's not going to testify against me.
Mrs.
Blaine.
No.
Her last name is Todd.
Now you know my wife is ill.
You have no right to bring her here.
Hi, sweetie, you should be resting.
Sit down, you bastard.
You know what? This was all a mistake.
Yes, I stole your money.
She was only supposed to take your watch.
You weren't supposed to get hurt.
You're upset.
We need to get away, just you and me, huh? Anywhere you want to go.
The only place you're going is to hell.