NARRATOR: 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.
Did she come in with anyone?
Just the paramedic who dropped her off.
How bad? Passed out drunk.
We hooked her up to the banana bag,
left her to sleep it off,
and she starts to choke on her own vomit.
Is she okay?
Now, but she started to freak
when we cut her clothes with the trauma shears.
Thought she was still being raped.
How long she been waiting?
Came in at midnight;
we finished the kit around 1:30.
I'm sorry. It's been a crazed night.
Hmm, well, she's in here.
You dumped a rape victim in Isolation?
We're having a crazy night, too.
Hi. Chloe, right?
Is it okay if I call you Chloe?
I'm Olivia from Special Victims Unit.
I'm so sorry I kept you waiting.
Stupid nurse made me sit here for these.
Nice look, huh?
Chloe, I know how difficult this is,
but I need you to tell me everything you remember
about your attack, okay?
Uh, yeah.
You know, about that, I don't know...
I don't know what I was smoking.
It didn't happen.
I understand that you were drinking.
That doesn't give anybody the right to violate you.
Just drop it, okay.
I really just want to go home.
Well, uh...
How about I give you my business card
in case you change your mind, all right?
There's nothing to change.
And there's no harm in taking it, either.
So it happened
at a club?
I wasn't at a club.
Well, there's a stamp
on the back of your hand-- look.
UV light makes it show up.
What part of "drop it" don't you understand?
WOMAN: Poor girl.
I was starting a new IV on her when she reported it.
So you believe her?
Yeah, she was hysterical.
She was drunk.
Had a nasty head contusion consistent with an attack.
Or passing out.
No, it was on the top of her head,
like he hit her with something,
or rammed her into a wall during.
Detective, we've got a situation
with your rape victim.
She got detained at Discharge;
didn't have any ID.
Well, you didn't tell me that.
Well, she was trying to work things out
with Nancy in Billing
when a guy comes in, starts to harass her. Who?
By the way she reacted,
I think it could be her rapist.
Oh, my God. Nancy.
Someone call Security!
Are you okay? Yeah.
What happened?
A guy started to drag her out without paying.
I tried to stop him and he coldcocked me.
Where's Chloe?
Oh. He pulled her out the exit
kicking and screaming.
Witness saw a girl being dragged into a silver car.
Could've been blue.
Make, model, license? Too dark.
What do we know about the girl? Even less.
Name, number, address she gave the hospital-- all phony.
How's your partner doing?
She's killing herself.
She was already OT when she took the call.
She still hasn't slept.
You got to send her home.
Just give me a minute.
All right.
You know what's bothering me, though?
How'd the rapist track her down? (toilet flushing)
Maybe he followed the ambulance.
MUNCH: Maybe she called him.
I'll dump the hospital LUDs.
You're thinking acquaintance rape?
That explains the 180.
Date rapes are more likely to drop charges.
So she calls him,
says the cops are on the way...
He sweet-talks her,
convinces her to let him pick her up.
Makes sense.
Uh, so does a little privacy.
Olivia, get some sleep.
Not until I find this girl.
FIN: Security photos from the hospital camera.
In all the pictures,
he's got his hat pulled down,
dark glasses, and he knows to be camera-shy.
She doesn't.
Staring right at the camera, terrified.
CRAGEN: We know where the ambulance picked her up?
The hospital faxed me over the ambulance run sheet.
Driver left half of it blank, including the point of origin.
Ah, yes, another underpaid, overworked civil servant.
It wasn't a city ambulance-- private company.
FIN: That's the new scam clubs are running.
They're hiring private buses to cart off the ODs.
Bypass police involvement.
This girl had a club stamp on her hand-- an elephant.
Let's run it down.
MAN: I don't know what else to tell you.
She was passed out in the street.
MUNCH: What street?
Canal in Tribeca.
That's a big street.
Between Church and Varick.
Who called it in?
Anonymous Good Samaritan.
FIN: Good Samaritans call 9-1-1.
They don't call private ambulance services.
We know you picked her up at a club.
Her hand was stamped.
PARAMEDIC: She was soused.
Probably stumbled out of one, just can't tell you which.
You can't or you won't?
You better search your memory.
This girl was raped and abducted.
If anything happens to her,
I promise we're taking you down.
So, one more time...
where'd you pick her up?
Air Bar.
WOMAN: I comply with all codes.
Even this new pain-in-the-ass no-smoking ban. See?
I think the Liquor Board might be more interested
with how many patrons are rolled out of here
with acute alcohol poisoning.
I don't know anything about that.
Lady, you've got your own ambulance
waiting for them outside.
Wonder how many girls leave here with GHB in them?
You know, date rape drug isn't taken voluntarily.
I know clubs have had people die
in the time it takes to call 9-1-1.
That's why I go that extra mile.
To protect my clients.
You did a piss-poor job of protecting this one.
Before you poured that girl into the ambulance last night,
she was raped by one of your guests.
A hot spot like this has to have a VIP list.
You'll need a court order.
BENSON: Well, the girl that you allowed
to be raped is missing,
so I don't think we're going to have any trouble
getting that, do you?
Roger, get that ID they found last night.
STABLER: You knew who she was
the whole time we were talking?
That's obstruction, lady.
I just put it together.
You just put it together, huh?
"Jenna Sterling, 21."
Strong resemblance.
It's not her.
It's the ID she used to get in.
STABLER: What makes you so sure?
Cleaning crew found it
in the same men's room stall where she passed out.
Men's room?
WOMAN: I haven't been to a men's room
since Daddy dragged us to Hong Kong
and my Cantonese was still choppy.
When was the last time
that you were at the Air Bar, Jenna?
Never. But I hear it's fabulous.
Uh, do you mind?
What is that?
Just a light.
No stamp.
They do wash off.
Where were you last night?
At a gallery opening in Chelsea.
Can anyone vouch for that? My parents.
I'm graduating from Wellesley,
so we went shopping.
Art. That's a nice graduation gift.
My gift was a co-op,
but we had to have something for the walls.
You daddy is Marvin Sterling, that real estate guy.
Is he home?
No, he flew to Frankfurt this morning.
Is she a friend of yours?
No, I've never seen her before.
Really?
'Cause she got into the Air Bar last night
using your driver's license.
You found it?
She lost it.
When?
Like a week ago, maybe two.
Jenna's alibi checks out.
Gallery puts here there until midnight.
Well, that was the DMV.
Jenna did apply for a new license a week ago.
Which is about as long as it's been
since you've slept.
Grab a few upstairs.
MUNCH: Hey, guys.
Got an interesting hit off Air Bar's VIP list.
It seems that one of their patrons has a prior
sex assault charge two years ago.
Who?
Morris Brandenburg, aka "Bone Kracker."
It's a pretty tough street name.
That's a stage name.
He's a rapper.
Our guy was disguised, but he was definitely white.
They don't get any whiter than the Kracker.
(rap music plays softly)(humming)
Chill, y'all. I gotta lay it down
while I'm channeling, you know what I'm saying?
Not a single word.
What went down at Air Bar last night?
Player's ball, baby,
off the hizzies.
I was just partying and kicking it, you know?
Like in the old days
when you had sex in the clubs?
There's no law against that.
Actually, there is.
FIN: I'm talking about the time
you lured that groupie back here,
and you and your manager double-teamed her.
She didn't sign on for him.
Manager gets 10% of everything.
I thought she knew that.
Skank was a sack chaser
looking to hit Powerball, all right?
Which she did.
Ho settled, dropped all the charges.
What did she want?
(chuckles)
Cuz, you skitzing, man.
I don't do J.B.
What made you think she was jailbait?
Shorty she was hanging with.
Who?
Little honey I met at this charity ball.
Her family's rolling in bank, right?
There.
Jenna Sterling,
back on the radar.
This girl was in the Air Bar last night?
Nah, not that tight-ass be-otch.
Baby sister... Vienna.
BENSON: We need to talk to your sister.
Vienna's not home from school yet.
STABLER: That'd be high school?
Yeah, she's a senior.
That explains why she swiped your license.
What? That doesn't make sense.
She's Vienna. Clubs just let her in.
GIRL: Jenna?
Wait till you see what I got.
You bitch. You stole my license?
Do you know what a hassle that was?
What are you talking about?
Who's she?
I don't know.
You were at Air Bar with her last night.
No, I wasn't.
Really?
What are you doing?
Well, elephant says you were.
And they never forget.
Okay, my friend was having a bad day.
I wanted to show her a good time.
Well, your friend was raped.
Now, what's her real name?
Chloe Dutton.
Who were you with last night?
No one.
I wanted to dance. She didn't.
When I got off the floor, she was gone.
I thought she went home.
STABLER: Where's that?
Central Park West.
She wasn't in school today, was she?
I don't know.
We don't go to the same school.
She's only in ninth grade.
How old is she?
Fifteen.
But she's really mature for her age.
CRAGEN: Our girl's still MIA?
She didn't show up for school yesterday,
but apparently, that's par for the course.
They didn't bother to call the parents?
Mother's out of town staying at some fat farm,
and the housekeeper said that Chloe's staying
at her father's this week.
Her father, Philip Dutton,
is cross town in merger negotiations.
His assistant's trying to get word to him,
but she swears it was the mother's week.
Let me guess-- an acrimonious divorce.
Is there any other kind?
Obviously, neither one of them
give a crap about their daughter.
STABLER: She conned them for a free night out.
Trust me, when they're working an angle,
teenagers are very slippery.
Oh, so now she deserved what she got?
That's not what I'm saying.
All I'm saying is this girl was raped and kidnapped,
and nobody in her family even noticed.
Look, Olivia, you been at this for three days.
(phone rings)
If anything breaks, we'll call. Go home.
SVU, Benson.
We'll be right there.
Who found her?
Patrol.
I'd say just after she washed up on the bank.
Is this your girl?
Yeah.
STABLER: What'd he do to her?
No obvious wounds or ligatures.
Going by exclusion, I'd saying drowning.
Contusion to the head might've knocked her out
before throwing her in.
No, she had that bump yesterday.
It was from the rape.
How about the cut on her lip?
That's new.
I was right there.
I should've had him.
WARNER: No broken teeth,
no petechial hemorrhaging
of the gums.
Wait, there's something down here.
Some kind of...
business card?
Please tell me this guy was stupid enough
to leave his name.
Yours.
After submersion, she hyperventilated,
aspirating water into the lungs,
leading to pulmonary edema and hypoxia.
STABLER: She drowned.
Yes, but the question is where.
Not in the Hudson?
Water from there is brackish,
so I should've found salt water in her lungs.
I didn't.
Well, currents could've carried her a ways.
It's fresher upstream.
Not this fresh.
I ran a diatom test, which should've found
traces of algae, plankton, krill-- nothing.
BENSON: You said that she swallowed water.
Yes, containing chlorine, fluoride and orthophosphates.
Tap water.
With traces of a chemical composition
consistent with Sparkly Bowl.
Bastard shoved her face in the toilet.
Finger impressions on the back of her neck support it.
Parents are here to ID the body.
WARNER: Stall them.
I'll try to clean her up.
Mr. and Mrs. Dutton?
I'm very sorry for your loss.
We're the primary detectives
on your daughter's case.
How the hell did this happen?
You were watching her, you tell them.
MR. DUTTON: It was your week.
I understand that this is a very stressful time,
but we need to focus on Chloe.
Do you have any idea who could've done this?
No one I know.
Oh, of course not. You were never home.
I was closer to her than you were.
The viewing is done on closed-circuit monitor here.
You ready?
Why can't we see her in person?
You should wait to see her at the funeral home.
It'll be easier.
MRS. DUTTON: Oh, God!
You son of a bitch!
How could you let this happen?!
(sobbing)
We'll need to talk to her friends.
WOMAN: Chloe was a loner.
You have any idea why?
Her parents divorced, best friend moved away, puberty.
Cut the lock.
She was miserable here.
Petitioned for early graduation, but she didn't have the grades.
Books, gym clothes...
There's no date book or photos-- anything.
There's something here. A little note.
Secret admirer?
"Chloe, I've done everything I can to help you,
but you've screwed me for the last time.
You're dead to me."
Signed, "B.T."
(bell rings)
I'll check the roster.
"You're dead to me."
I meant it figuratively.
And yet she's dead.
Chloe and I were partners for the science project.
It's due in two days, and I've done all the work--
the charts, graphs, report, water sample collections...
Water? What was the project?
The effects of acid rain in the urban setting.
I compared rainwater
from various points throughout the city.
Including the Hudson?
You don't want to know its pH level.
What about Manhattan toilet water?
That water's been treated, so it's not relevant to my study.
It's relevant to this investigation.
When's the last time you saw her?
Two days ago.
She promised we'd work after school on the oral presentation.
I waited outside and she rides right by
in some stud's sports car.
FIN: Describe him, Bertrand.
High school, of course. Maybe college.
Remember anything
about the car-- the make, the model?
Cars aren't really my thing.
What about numbers?
You remember any part of the license plate?
I-L-4-
4-2-D.
I live for 42Ds.
We know it's a rental.
What can you tell us about the renter?
Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Stark from Oklahoma.
Checked in Monday.
He's in oil.
Very particular.
FIN: When's the last time
he called down for his car?
Not since Tuesday.
Are you sure he hasn't used the car since then?
Actually, we wouldn't know.
Um, Mr. Stark has chosen not to use Valet Service.
Your basic pain in the ass.
Yeah, I mean, we try to keep the guests happy,
so we informed Mr. Stark that he was welcome to get his own car.
He took his key back.
First few days, I drove myself everywhere.
Really. Most tourists take taxis.
You ever seen those guys?
It's like they're on a suicide mission.
Zane says there's plenty to see within walking distance.
You make any exceptions the last few days?
Hell, no.
They've been keeping me busy at the convention, anyway.
STABLER: Shame you're missing the night life.
He hasn't taken you out at all, huh?
No, not when there's clients to wine and dine.
Where'd you take these clients two nights ago?
Some supposed
hot spot where the drinks were warm and the waitresses cold.
Place got a name?
I'm sure it does, but...
damned if I can tell you what.
Well, how'd you get there?
We had a few before we went, so I can't quite recollect.
Why do they need to look through our car?
It's probably just a mix-up, ma'am.
Can I get that for you, Mr. Stark?
I got it, I got it.
Probably find a spare tire in there.
May I?
What's that?
Hell if I know.
These are hospital-issue,
just like the pair they gave Chloe.
Who in the hell is Chloe?
Sir, you're going to have to come with us.
For what?
You cheating son of a bitch!
What have you done now?
Hold on.
We just had the nicest conversation with your wife.
Boy, once you get that woman started...
What'd that cow say?
That you got a problem keeping it in your pants.
And you like them young.
This young.
Get that out of my face.
Is this how you like it, you little freak?
What the hell is going on here?
I've never seen that girl. I'm being railroaded.
Who'd want to set up
a nice guy like you?
You don't know how cut-throat the oil business is.
Or maybe the ball and chain finally went off her nut.
Well, Dora says
that you didn't come back to the hotel Tuesday night.
All right, I cheat on my wife,
but where I come from, that's not a police matter.
So who'd you cheat with?
I don't know her name.
The boys and me went to one
of them titty bars that never closes.
We went straight from there to the convention.
Ask the boys.
Oh, we will.
Names and numbers.
And if you're feeling generous,
DNA sample.
Hey, I donate all the time.
AB negative. Rarest type there is.
They call me the Tulsa gusher.
Hmm...
Witnesses put Stark at Peek-a-Boobs all night.
What about 3:30 the day before
when that science geek saw Chloe in his Jag?
Couldn't have been Stark.
He was too busy putting a roomful of conventioneers
to sleep with a long-ass speech.
CRAGEN: Olivia.
Chloe's rape kit came back.
Stark isn't a match?
To any of them.
There's more than one doer?
Try four.
She was gang-raped.
FIN: Okay, we know one of our perps
got hold of Stark's Jag, the question is how.
It was parked
at a week-long excuse for a bender.
Couple of drunken fellow oil men could've easily lifted the keys.
STABLER: Do you know how many people
are crammed into that hotel
for the convention?
MUNCH: Maybe this will help narrow it down.
I plowed through the LUDs from the hospital,
found an outgoing call
to a cell phone registered to...
STABLER: Vienna Sterling.
Who swore she never talked to Chloe again after the club.
Odd, it was a seven-minute call.
What are the other names?
At 3:40 a.m.,
Chloe calls Vienna from the hospital.
That's less than an hour
before I got there.
At 3:47,
Vienna calls Andrew Kenworthy,
who then calls Davis Harrington at home, then his cell,
then five more times at home
till he finally picks up.
Well, that sounds pretty desperate.
Indeed.
Davis then calls Vienna, who calls Seth Wolfford III.
And then they ping-pong back and forth throughout the day.
Sounds like we got
three of our four guys.
Andrew, Davis and Seth.
Pick them up.
MUNCH: Andrew Kenworthy.
Damn it!
Little advice?
Keep your eye on the ball.
Who the hell are you?
Detective Tutuola.
You need to come with me.
For what?
The rape and murder of Chloe Dutton.
Who?
Come here.
Can you believe the attitude on her?
I mean, the girl's a sales clerk.
Hello? A little help, please.
These weigh a ton.
Vienna.
CRAGEN: Well, there went our last chance.
They've all lawyered up.
Well, we still have one unaccounted for.
I don't suppose anybody gave him up?
What, and incriminate themselves?
Not one of them talked.
Or gave up their DNA.
Well, they're not going to now,
not with their $1,000-an-hour attorneys.
Well, screw their money.
Ask for a remand.
Remand? I might have Vienna here on obstruction,
but I don't even have enough for an indictment on the boys.
What are you talking about?
We got two of them on the club's VIP list.
Well, doesn't put them in the men's room.
Three words, Alex-- Max Factor heir.
These kids have the means to flee the country.
MAN: Not without a passport,
which my client will gladly surrender.
CABOT: Well, that's awfully big of you, Trevor.
On the condition that he be allowed
to leave the state, today.
For what?
SETH: Congressman Sayres.
Maybe you've heard of him.
He's expecting me in D.C. to start my internship.
Ah, yes, the calling to serve is strong in this lad.
You'll do well there.
Here's where Seth'll be staying.
Arlington.
You can go.
What was that about?
What are you doing, rolling over for Langdon?
He has a client headed to Virginia.
Thanks to you.
Virginia recently became the first state
to allow DNA collection upon arrest.
Conviction not required.
Blatantly violating constitutional rights.
It'll be overturned.
As well it should be, but hopefully not today.
What are the odds Seth commits a felony in Virginia?
Let me make a phone call.
MAN: He's in here.
Your car is ready, Mr. Wolfford.
Traffic's light, and it's a fine day for an extradition.
You... set me up.
I assure you, a local bank
was indeed robbed, and a guard was shot.
It wasn't me and you know it.
One of the perps was a six-foot-tall white man.
Makes you a viable suspect.
That's bull.
No, that's racial profiling.
Sucks, don't it?
This is insane. I'm innocent.
Well, maybe of the bank job,
but in accordance with the law,
Arlington PD ran your DNA
through the national data bank.
You're a dead match for one of Chloe's rapists.
They had no right to take my DNA.
Yeah, well, write to your Congressman.
This is preposterous.
Friend Seth gave him up.
A court order for his DNA is on the way,
which you know is going to match.
DAVIS: The sex was consensual.
ANDREA: Davis, shut up.
There is no such thing as consensual sex
with a 15-year-old.
I didn't know.
The girl was in a bar
being served alcohol.
My client had no reason to doubt
she was 21.
You can't use a dispositive defense.
Statutory doesn't require intent.
I had nothing to do with the murder.
And you have no evidence
proving he did.
I have a motive.
A rape conviction might have tarnished
the silver spoon he was born with.
I don't know who killed her,
but I swear to God, it wasn't me.
Convince me.
Start from the beginning.
I was out with Andrew and Seth that night.
It all started when we ran into Max.
Who's Max?
He's a friend of Andrew's.
He said he had just done this girl in the bathroom
and she was open for more.
You mean she passed out?
I was too drunk
to appreciate her condition.
All I know is she was passed out
by the time we left.
Tell me more about this Max.
He's a cool guy, filthy rich.
I think his father invented crazy glue or Post-Its
or something huge like that.
Where can we find him?
Like I said, he was a friend of Andrew's.
Ask him.
Max Van Horn.
I only met him a few weeks ago.
Okay, so what do you know about him?
Not much.
He let it drop once that his father works for the CIA.
I thought his father was an inventor.
I don't know about that.
What kind of car does Max drive?
A black Porsche and a silver Jag.
So, Max must've picked up Chloe from school that day.
He met her a few days before
at Vienna's.
That'd be your girlfriend Vienna.
Yeah.
So then this Max
snatched her up from the hospital
so you guys could kill her to save your own asses.
I had nothing to do with the murder.
It must've been Max.
Well, we got a problem here,
because Vienna didn't call Max
at 4:00 in the morning, she called you.
To warn you that Chloe was going to turn you guys in.
No, to scream at me for cheating on her.
Cheating?
Cheating, really?
She didn't have a problem
with the bigger picture, like the rape?
You don't know Vienna.
Mm-hmm. It's all about her.
Oh, what is it with you people?
What is wrong with you?
Do you have a conscience?
You raped and killed a little girl.
I didn't kill her.
We got panicked phone calls
between you, Vienna, Davis and Seth,
but not one to good old Max.
You see, he's not in the picture, son.
Why is that? Explain that to me.
Because I didn't have to call Max.
He was crashed on my couch.
And when I told him what Vee said, he booked.
Where can we find him?
He's got to come home sometime.
Not if one of his friends tipped him off.
Uh, these are not the kind of guys
who would go out on a limb for each other.
You got a point.
What do you think it is, the money?
Not all rich kids are like this.
Yeah, but these are trust fund babies--
everything handed to them.
No character, no conscience.
You're either born with a conscience or you're not.
Oh, no, no, no.
It's all about how you're raised.
Got someone approaching.
Max Van Horn.
Hey, Max.
It's the valet guy from the hotel.
Son of a bitch.
Now, do you prefer Max Van Horn...
or your legal name, Mitch Wilkens?
Just, just Mitch.
Where'd you get Max?
I... I-I thought it sounded rich.
You know, like those guests whose bags I schlep every day.
I just wanted to be one of them.
So, you stole their cars.
Hey, I only borrowed them.
The first time was a couple of weeks ago.
I-I took out a Porsche, just for a spin,
but there was this line outside this club.
I mean, you should have seen the looks I was getting.
It was my in.
That was the night I met Andrew and Vienna.
So, what happened?
We, uh, we clicked.
Even exchanged numbers.
Problem is, I had to keep up the image.
And the best way to do that is by raping a 15-year-old.
They set me up.
BENSON: Your new best friends? Why?
I don't know.
Maybe they're... they're rich and bored,
and that's how they get their kicks.
They probably sensed I wasn't one of them.
STABLER: How'd they set you up?
Andrew asked if I would pick up one of Vienna's friends,
and we'd all go out.
So, you picked Chloe up at school.
I picked her up
across the street.
I mean, you saw her.
Would you think she was 15?
Maybe not, but I wouldn't have gang raped her in a bathroom.
Andrew pulled me in.
I said no way.
They gave me a hard time.
They called me a wuss.
They pressured me into it.
Really? Because we heard that you started the party.
It's a lie!
But, you know, of course
they're going to get away with it...
'cause they're rich.
So, help us out here, Mitch.
Who was with you when you killed her?
I didn't kill her.
All I know is Andrew got a phone call
at, like, 4:00 in the morning,
and he said things had turned south.
He needed the Jag to take care of it.
So, how do we know that you didn't go with him?
Because I panicked,
and I took the first bus to my mom's in Jersey.
That's a bad story, 'cause we got a picture of you
dragging Chloe out of the hospital.
That's not me.
We got witnesses, Mitch.
I-I know this coat.
That, that guy, that guy Seth.
Seth, uh... Seth Wolfford.
Seth was the first one to roll.
That's why he got a deal.
You think we gave it to the wrong boy?
Does this Mitch have a record?
No, clean as a whistle.
If he's telling the truth,
you got to yank Seth's deal.
That's why I don't like to make deals
until everyone's done their job.
We'll check out his story.
WOMAN: Mitch showed up at 5:00 that morning.
Oh, he was so upset.
About what?
He said he made some new friends,
and that they had gotten him into trouble.
Did he tell you what the trouble was?
Something about a car.
He had taken one for a joyride
thinking that he could get it back in time,
but those boys took advantage of him,
and, uh, disappeared with it.
Mrs. Wilkens, did your son
tell you he was involved in a rape?
What?
That can't be true.
There's no question.
We have his DNA.
I knew there was more.
You have to understand.
He tries so hard to impress people.
He, he's
so easily influenced.
The girl he raped was found murdered the next day.
Well, I know he had nothing to do with that.
He was here.
We saw him later that day
at the hotel with the Jag.
How did he get it back?
That boy drove it here.
He took Mitch in to work.
What boy?
I think his name was Seth.
You know, if you'd tell me
what you were looking for,
I'd save my maid a lot of work.
Damn it, this is harassment.
Give me that, you lowlife piece...
Think long and hard about your next word, Seth.
Harassing a police officer
is a sure way
to get that bail revoked.
Looky what I found.
Just like the hospital security photos.
Oh, my God.
You're framing me again.
Nice shades.
Those aren't mine.
Detectives.
I got traces of blood.
Why, Seth,
what pretty blue water you have.
That was hell.
Seth's attorney give you a tough time on cross?
Langan was a cakewalk.
That media circus was another story.
Rich, pretty-boy defendant.
Sells a hell of a lot of papers.
This kid's an idiot.
He should have taken a plea like his buddies.
What he got to lose?
He was the only one facing murder.
Arrogance; he thinks he can beat the rap.
And he still swears he was on his daily 10k
during the time of that murder.
MAN: That's them over there.
BENSON: Can I help you?
Yeah. I know who killed Chloe Dutton.
Excuse me?
You arrested the wrong boy.
That's the one who did it.
That's Mitch Wilkens.
Yeah. That's probably what he calls himself now,
but his real name was Eric Wayne Proctor.
How do you know this?
Because he murdered my son.
Okay, maybe we should have a seat.
Yeah.
No. It says in there you cut him a deal.
That means he could get two years this time.
What do you mean "this time"?
12 years ago, he lived down the street from us,
he and his mother.
Eric led my little boy Tommy into the woods.
Eric was ten.
My little guy was only three.
Take your time.
W-Why don't we have a seat here?
Come on.
Eric tortured my son.
He molested him.
He poured gasoline on him.
And they said that...
when he set my guy on fire, he was still alive.
Was this Eric ever convicted?
Yeah.
But not as an adult.
He went to a juvenile facility for kids,
and that's all the information I got on him.
So, you haven't had any contact with him
since the trial over a decade ago?
No, sir.
How can you be sure that this is the same person?
Because you'd never forget the face of a monster
who killed your son.
They couldn't publish the killer's name
because of his age, but I'm telling you,
it was the most gruesome murder
in Benford, New Hampshire's history.
We talked to the local police.
They said that he was always a psycho.
He's been collared five times for breaking and entering.
Juvenile records were sealed
and then expunged when he was released.
When did he get out?
BENSON: Three years ago, when he was 19.
He was supposed to be in there till he was 21,
but he got out early for good behavior.
Of course he did, because he's a sociopath.
He gets a clean slate, a new name, then he moves here.
Where he kills again.
CABOT: You're going on a hunch.
All you have is his prior bad act,
which I can assure you is not admissible in court.
You got the wrong kid up for this murder.
Then fix it, preferably before the end of Seth's trial.
BENSON: I'm sorry, which did you prefer?
Was it Max or Mitch?
Or was it Eric Wayne Proctor?
I think I had the most fun as Max.
So, Eric, tell me, you had three jerks to choose from.
Why frame Seth?
I didn't frame anybody.
But if I had, Seth did have the most money,
the best looks, the brightest future.
Who could resist?
Well, Seth denies that the hat, the coat
and the sunglasses are his.
You planted them.
Now, how could I get into his house?
The same way you got into Stark's Jag.
You stole the key, and you made a copy.
A boy gets quite an education in Juvie.
You're right.
But I didn't do this.
Ah, you're good.
You got your own mother to alibi for you,
and to tell you the truth,
we believed her.
She's a bigger sociopath than you.
(laughing)
Everyone assumes she did something awful to me,
but she didn't.
You're a liar.
She never abused me once.
You're a liar.
Not physically or psychologically.
You're a liar!
That woman did something terrible to you, boy.
(snickering): I wish.
Poor old thing, she got hate mail,
death threats.
People spit on her in the street.
She stuck it out there, just to see me.
(clicks tongue)
Now that's love.
No. That's denial.
You think that your mother can't be broken?
You think you're in total control of her?
You just watch me.
Bring it on, bitch!
(Mitch laughing)
Ooh-ooh-ooh.
As I said, there's nothing to break.
But do go easy on the old girl.
I've put her through so much already.
He ruined your life.
Your lost your job, your friends, your husband.
You stood by him.
He's murdered again.
Only this time he dragged you into it.
You perjured yourself.
You obstructed justice, and you could go to jail.
I didn't lie.
He didn't kill that girl!
Her name was Chloe.
She was only 15.
Course that's five times older than his first victim.
Eric was only a baby then.
He didn't know what he was doing!
He thought it was a game!
A game?
This is not a game!
Your son is sick!
They cured him!
Nine years he spent in that prison!
It was a juvenile facility.
It was his
entire childhood.
He had counseling that whole time.
He did so well that they let him out early.
He played them!
He showed them exactly what they wanted to see,
just like he does with you.
(sobs)
Oh, y-you don't know him.
He's a good boy.
He's got a job.
He lives in a beautiful brownstone.
And he led Tommy Leggatt into the woods to his death,
just like he led this girl into the men's room
to be gang-raped.
But he didn't kill her.
Mrs. Wilkens, a mother knows her son.
Now you know that that's him,
dragging her from the hospital to her death.
Before he dumped her body into the river,
he shoved her face into the toilet,
and he held it there until she was dead.
That's how much regard he has for human life.
And when he gets out, he's going to kill somebody else.
You're wrong.
He didn't do this.
Oh, my God.
Elliot, look at this.
The bracelet.
She was wearing it when she was dragged
out of the hospital, but not when she washed up.
He took it.
Mrs. Wilkens,
where'd you get the bracelet?
CABOT: Mrs. Wilkens,
you'll have to speak up, please.
Where did you get the bracelet?
My son gave it to me.
When?
It was a Friday.
It was the first week of May.
That was one day after Chloe Dutton was killed.
Did you see your son the day before?
The actual day of the murder?
Why did you tell Detectives Benson and Stabler that you did?
My son asked me to.
What exactly did he ask you to do?
He said that, um, some boys had found out
about his past, and they were going to use it against him.
He said that they had done something bad,
and they were going to make everyone believe
thathehad done it.
Did you believe him?
(voice breaking): No.
Why not?
A... a mother knows her son.
That bracelet that he gave... to me,
he took off the dead body
of Chloe Dutton.
I'm so sorry!
Eric should never have been let out
after he killed Tommy Leggatt.
Objection.
Your Honor...
That judge had no choice, but you do.
He's sick.
If you ever let him out again, he will kill again.
Mrs. Wilkens...
No, listen to me.
There's no fixing him.
He was born bad, and he's...
going to die bad.
There's just... there's nothing anyone can do.
LARSEN: Has the jury reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
On the count kidnapping, how do you find?
We find the defendant, Mitchell Wilkens,
guilty.
On the count of Murder in the First Degree,
how do you find?
Guilty.
(crowd murmuring)
LARSEN: Sentencing will be imposed June 4.
The jury is excused.
(pounds gavel)
Mitch.
This is a capital offense, Mitch.
Looks like you're going away forever.
Don't worry, I'll write.
Well, we did
a little digging.
You don't own that brownstone where you were living.
You never paid rent, you had no lease.
It's owned by an elderly woman called Emily Owens.
No family, most of her friends have died,
and we can't find her.
Huh.
Eric,
everybody, including your own mother,
believes you're beyond redemption.
That's not true.
This woman deserves a proper burial.
You know that's the right thing.
Where is she?
Gee, I don't know.
(clicks tongue)
I guess I'm going away for a while,
so I should probably give notice.
Let's go.
Do let me know if you find her.