Law & Order

In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups,

the police who investigate crime

and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

We weren't flapping in the wind or anything. We were lying on our stomachs.

Looked to us like you were lying on her stomach.

That was totally innocent.

Hey, look, pal, in this heat, I don't know how you could do it in the place.

But you were, and it's gonna cost you 75 bucks.

This really chews.

Shots!

What's going on? What's going on?

Back there! He's shooting everybody!

This is Park Ten! We have shots fired.

Man with gun behind the Conservatory.

Don't stop! Keep moving!

This is Park Ten! We got people down!

I see 15, 20! We're behind the Conservatory.

We're gonna need EMS down here, big time!

Witnesses saw a male, white, mid to late 20s,

average height and weight.

T-shirt, shorts, sunglasses, blue baseball cap.

The fastest way out of the park is the Vanderbilt Gate.

You got people covering that area?

Yes, sir. Canvassing Fifth Avenue.

First shots came from over there.

Guy just moved through the crowd.

Emptied a clip, reloaded from a black knapsack.

We got 11 people down. Wounded are at Mt. Sinai.

So, what do you want to do first?

Maybe the guy's A.C. went on the fritz.

You think?

Oh, God!

Oh, no! No, no!

Oh. My baby!

Let's go.

Come on.

Let's go talk to some witnesses.

I got three kinds of patients down here.

Hysterical, unconscious and expired.

You want to talk to someone, try X-ray. Second floor.

Eddie, the elevator's over here.

Stairs are faster. Hey, Loo.

What's the count? I heard 11 on the radio.

Yeah. Plus four here.

Fifteen dead?

And 12 wounded.

We're going upstairs to talk to one of the survivors.

Ms. Drake, I'm Detective Green.

This is Detective Briscoe and Lieutenant Van Buren.

Can you talk to us about what happened?

Yes, I think so.

How you feeling?

Lucky.

There was this girl lying to me in the field, Claudia Shue.

I was sitting with her group.

What group is that?

We're pre-med at Hudson.

I heard these pops and Laura fell over,

then Claudia.

There was this guy coming towards us.

I got up to run, but my leg just gave out.

This guy, what did he look like?

He was white, I barely saw him.

I kept my head down, I played dead.

He walked right past me, shooting and muttering stuff.

Muttering what?

"Damn bitches." He just kept saying that. "Damn bitches."

The weapon's a nine mil SMG fired at full auto.

We're looking for a converted Ingram or Rolf.

Most of the dead and wounded are women?

All but two. And there were plenty of men to shoot at.

Seventeen of the female victims were pre-med students at Hudson.

They were the first ones shot, right here.

So the guy trolled the park for women to shoot.

Is there a sketch? Yeah.

But it looks like half the people in this room.

I got a call from the Daily News. They want to run it on the front page.

Media calls get routed to Public Affairs.

It was a personal contact.

I hope you didn't make any promises you can't keep. Questions?

No. But I think we ought to release the sketch.

It's too generic.

Well, that could work to our advantage.

If the guy has a false sense of security, he might make a mistake.

He might make one if he thinks

there's going to be a knock on his door any minute.

Any other groups of women in the area.

There was a soccer game in the East Meadow.

Yeah, and a bunch of flower-sniffers from the Conservatory.

But he chose these pre-med students.

Let's find out who knew they were meeting in the park.

It was an orientation to discuss gender issues in med school.

There was a flyer about it in the lobby.

You have a copy of it?

Yeah, sure.

It's okay. Take your time.

How long was this posted?

A couple of weeks.

This says that the orientation was by the pool on the west side.

How'd they end up clear across the park?

Oh, there were people playing Frisbee so we had to find someplace else.

Oh, you were with them?

Yes.

We had to walk across the park before we found someplace quiet.

We'd already wasted half an hour,

and I had to leave for a meeting.

I have to get that. All these parents have been calling.

If the shooter followed the girls from the west side,

there's a chance he left that way.

And a chance we were looking on the wrong side of the park.

I'll break the news to the Lieutenant.

This is Mr. Gilbert Gooba.

N'Goueba. Gilbert N'Goueba, from the Ivory Coast.

From Abidjan?

Yes. You know Abidjan?

The Paris of Africa. My father worked there.

You told the officers you saw something yesterday?

Yes. I saw a white man in short pants run out of the park.

He had blood on his short pants. He went to the subway.

Did you get a look at his face?

Not very good. He had big sunglasses and a baseball hat.

Was he carrying anything, like a bag or a knapsack?

No, no. If he had a bag, I see it.

He must've ditched it in the park.

Thanks.

Hey, Old Spice, what did the Loo tell you about me?

Nothing. Did she tell you I don't like nicknames?

Yeah? Yeah.

Lennie'll do.

The old man used to wear Old Spice.

Detectives, a black knapsack, right?

Rolf nine mil. There's still three full clips in here.

All right, cordon off the area and radio CSU. Tell 'em we got a pick-up for the lab.

Right. I'll take it in.

Get 'em to hump right on it.

Hey, Ed, it's after 7:00.

You know Shrier's not gonna look at it tonight.

Sure, she will.

The weapon, the bag, and the clips were clean for fingerprints.

And this is why you paged me at 6:00 a.m.?

The guy tried to burn the serial off, but the lab recovered it.

The gun manufacturer said

the weapon was sold four months ago to a wholesaler in Pennsylvania.

The caller ID on your page showed a 609 area code.

Where were you, Atlantic City?

Uh-huh. Went down there last night to play some poker.

Oh, yeah? How'd you do?

I started up a Cadillac. I finished down a Rolex. A stainless steel Rolex.

Okay, I did a proctoscopy on our little patient.

You see these straight lines along the inside of the barrel?

Yeah. What are they, scratches?

After shooting up the park,

your suspect rammed a metal file down the barrel to distort the rifling.

Means the best I can do is a 50% match to the slugs of the victims.

This guy put some thought into it.

He used fingerprint-resistant grips.

Converted the piece from a semi to a full auto.

Real handyman, huh?

Well, once you buy the conversion kit

all you need is a screwdriver, a file and a soldering gun.

Twenty minutes, you're ready to make history.

Fifty Rolf Nines came in back in March.

Piece you're looking for,

it went out two months ago to a firearms dealer in Reading.

A licensed dealer? Of course.

By the law, I can only sell to a federally licensed dealer.

We need the store's address.

He doesn't have a store.

Nowhere does it say I can only sell to a dealer with a store.

So where does he sell his guns? Out of a Good Humor truck?

This is my store. I sell through the classifieds on the Internet.

And this is my dealer's license.

And where are the guns?

In there.

Do you remember selling this gun?

Rolf Nine. That's the serial number?

Look, guys, technically you're out of your jurisdiction.

I don't have talk to you.

Maybe you tell me what's so important about this merchandise.

This merchandise was used to kill 15 innocent people.

Oh. Wait, this is the Central Park thing?

Oh, shoot.

"Oh, shoot"?

By law, when I sell a gun, I'm supposed to ship it to a licensed dealer

where they buyer lives, so the buyer can pick it up and fill out the paperwork.

But you didn't do that.

This guy said he was housebound in a wheelchair.

And since his shipping address matched his address on his credit card, I...

You shipped it right to him?

Man, that license is coming off the wall.

Hey, relax. Read the federal statute. It's barely a traffic ticket.

So you want the guy's name, or what?

Lee Coats. New York City. Purchased a month ago.

Police! Search warrant! Go, go, go!

Somebody open a window.

Well, she's at least a couple of days past the expiry date.

Looks like a heart attack.

Hey, Lennie.