I won't be able to help you anymore, Christian.
My deal is off the table.
You wanna play hardball, sweetheart? You have no idea who you're dealing with.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'll get your lawyer, then.
He's been waiting.
Oh! If you don't mind, let me give you some advice.
Tell him you want to plead insanity.
What, for sleeping with you in the first place?
Given your family lineage, I think you have a good chance
to at least avoid the death penalty.
A jury might even have sympathy for you.
What do you know about my lineage?
You have a genetic predisposition to violence, Christian. It's in your blood.
What are you talking about?
I found your birth mother, Christian.
She's still alive.
Your adoption records had been sealed by the court
because she was only 15 when you were born.
I had them subpoenaed as part of your investigation, then tracked her down from there.
It turns out your mother lived only a hundred miles from Miami.
All this time?
When I contacted her, she insisted on coming down personally.
Normally, I'd never let a suspect do this, but
I have a soft heart when it comes to family reunions.
You have 5 minutes.
Hello, Christian.
They always told me you were dead.
I'm sorry. This must be quite a shock for you, then.
Detective McGraw has filled me in
on most of the details of what's happening for you--
Detective McGraw has the wrong man in custody. She knows that.
Well, I suppose there's one thing you can't deny,
and that is that you look a lot like your father.
Is he still alive, my father?
I don't know,
but I'm pretty sure he never even knew you existed.
You never told him about me?
I was only 14 at the time...
when he raped me.
He attacked 10 other girls before me.
Broke into their homes, raped them,
cut off a piece of them to take with him as some sort of trophy.
I suppose that's what was going to happen to me
if my father hadn't come home early from work that night.
They never caught him.
Why didn't you get an abortion?
I probably should have.
But that isn't what my family believed in at the time.
Regardless of how you were conceived, you were the innocent one.
You deserved to be saved.
Saved?
Do you have any idea who my foster parents were, what they did to me?
- No, and I'm sorry--
- I'm sorry. This is a little...
Little much for me to deal with right now.
The fact is I knew that looking into your face everyday would only remind me of the rape.
I thought I was being responsible giving you up.
But I wasn't.
That's why I'm here now.
You never had a chance to be a good man, Christian.
When you realize who your father was, what he passed on,
and I... I owed it to you after all this time
to tell you myself...
and I owe it to all those other poor girls to try to convince you to stop.
You haven't seen me since I was born, and yet...
you think I'm a killer.
I earn $750,000 a year... at least.
I'm a goddamn surgeon.
Just because my father raped you doesn't mean that I've turned into the same man.
Christian, please--
Please don't tell me you've come down here all this way after all this time
to convince me that I'm a murderer.
This wasn't easy for me, either, you know, to dig up the past!
What do you think it's like?!
To realize that my son, whom I never should have had,
turned out to be my worst fear.
I used to fantasize when I was being beaten and molested by my foster father that...
none of that pain could hurt me
because my mother was an angel looking down on me from heaven.
That's what gave me the strength to go on,
make something of my life.
Now I just wish you were dead.
How's that for a confession?
I'm done in here.
Is that really necessary? Those are all $200 shirts.
They're evidence now.
Each one will be sent to the lab for DNA testing to match for traces of blood and semen.
Bag and tag all of these, please.
It just seems excessive. What exactly are you looking for?
Anything that links Dr. Troy to other crime scenes or fits