Law & Order Special Victims Unit s06e20 Episode Script
Night
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.
Yeah! That was sick, bro.
You're such a wuss.
Take your skirt off and try it again, man.
I racked myself on that one.
Just not your night, huh? Maybe it is.
C- note.
Sweet.
Yo, let's buy some beers! Yes, dude.
Oh my God, they're everywhere.
One hundred, two hundred.
I love this so much.
Oh, man.
Dude, she's dead.
Talk about putting your money where your mouth is.
How many bills? Five.
All hundreds.
You ID her? Jane Doe.
No wallet or ID on her.
Definitely raped.
Panties torn, bruising to the breasts, condom lubricant on the thighs.
Hell of a lot of blood.
She stabbed? Just a head laceration, scalp wounds bleed heavily.
So she choked on the money.
I think she died of heart failure.
Found these pills in her pocket.
Digoxin.
He scared her to death by raping her.
He's going for felony murder.
She's probably a prostitute.
But what's with the money in the mouth thing? I've never seen that before.
Maybe it's the perp's twisted way of paying her.
Detectives! Got something? Footwear impression in blood.
Not a full shoe print, but a distinctive waffle-tread pattern.
One of the skateboarders? No, their sneakers are flat-soled.
This is more like a rubber-soled slip-on.
Think you can track the blood? Way ahead of you.
Already called for K9.
Let's seal off the whole floor.
Good boy, Barnaby.
Perp lives here, I'm pinning my shield on the pooch.
Open up! Police! What the hell do you want? Is there anybody inside? How is that your business? Answer the question.
I'm alone.
All clear.
Check this out.
Dried blood on the sole.
Hey! That's my purse! Your money, too? I found it.
You robbed a corpse.
She was dead.
There was nothing I could do to help her.
So you helped yourself to the money? She couldn't take it with her.
Neither can you.
This makes exactly $5,000, all in hundreds.
Any prints? Just your skate punks, and Little Miss Grave-robber.
Captain doesn't want the press to know about the cash.
You run the signature through ViCap? No matches.
We're thinking that our victim is a prostitute.
Munch and Fin are canvassing the working girls.
Ask if any of them use this brand.
Condom wrapper, stuck to one of the bills.
Victim's prints are on it.
Took the condom with him, smart rapist.
I don't think there was a rapist.
This could be consensual sex gone bad.
How'd you get that off the wrapper? It's from The Box.
It's a sex club, run by women.
Come again? Well, that's the idea.
It's a party where women live out their sexual fantasies.
This place is three blocks from the crime scene.
Thanks.
So, what exactly do you offer? Well, whatever you want.
Strip tease, role play, girl-boy, girl-girl, no rules.
But no sex acts on premises.
If you want to hook up afterwards, that's your business.
Sounds great.
How do I join? Well, apply with an erotic essay describing your sexual interests and a photo.
You keep photos of all your members? We destroy them once you're accepted.
We just want to ensure applicants are height-weight proportionate.
And you definitely pass that test.
If you're worried about privacy, don't be.
Guest lists use code names.
All you have to show is a membership card.
And what about men? Can they join? No, but members can bring dates if they're into guys.
Ready to sign up? I don't think so.
We're not doing anything illegal.
Ladies, I'm not here to hassle you.
This woman was murdered last night a couple blocks from here.
Either one of you recognize her? Didn't a girl complain that some guy got rough with her? Our bouncer threw him out.
He was a real sadist, whipping this girl.
She told him to stop, and he didn't.
You see this happen? No.
But I got word to 86 the guy, so I escorted him to the street.
Did he go quietly? No.
He didn't want to.
He flashed a wad of cash in my face.
Hey, you can't bribe me.
I showed him the door.
But he kept hanging around outside.
What for? He said he was waiting for the woman who brought him to the club.
I told him to move on.
Did he? Not until I gave him some encouragement.
How much encouragement? I just roughed him up a little.
I checked his bag of tricks.
The freak had cuffs, whips, and a big-ass knife.
What'd you do with the toys? I gave them back.
Even the knife? No way.
Then he gave me some sob story about needing it for work.
Says he's a chef at that restaurant, Soriello's.
This is insane.
I can't believe that little bitch called the cops.
It was just a game.
What kind of game? A little master-slave action.
She was looking for it.
She just walked up to you and begged you to beat the crap out of her.
Yeah, with a leash around her neck.
She said she wanted to play.
She got sassy, so I lashed her with my crop.
She flips out, had that security goon beat me up.
I don't get off on being hurt.
You can dish it out, but you can't take it.
So you hung around for a little payback.
No, I went home and put ice on my face.
Were you alone? Yes.
Once Lola calms down, she'll drop the charges.
And after a couple more months in the scene, when her sexuality's more evolved, she'll be ready for me.
This your Lola? Whoa, I like it rough, but not that rough.
And that's not Lola.
All right, thanks.
I've checked with The Box.
Five women use Lola as a code name.
Any of them African American? One.
Her real name is Sarah Miller.
She's an ad exec.
Fin's checking her whereabouts now.
He's wasting his time.
Sarah Miller is on a slab in the morgue.
Benson.
Thanks.
That was Fin.
Sarah Miller never showed up for work.
Never checked in.
All right.
Not at home or at work.
You satisfied? I'll find the super, get him to let us in.
Who is it? Who's there? Police.
Sarah Miller? Yes.
I've taken six showers since last night.
I was so upset, I couldn't even call in sick.
I didn't know what to say.
So I stayed home.
You think that man who attacked me killed the woman? Can you tell us what he did to you? We were flirting.
And then he got rough.
He grabbed me, forced me on my knees.
He pushed his crotch in my face.
And when I started to leave, he started whipping me.
Do you remember seeing him with any other women at the party? After it happened I hid in the bathroom, until a friend of mine told me he was gone.
But earlier I saw him coming on to a couple of girls.
Could she have been one of those girls? I know her.
She kept me company in the ladies' room.
Did she say if he bothered her? You've got it wrong.
She's the bathroom attendant.
It's Marguerite.
My daughter.
When she didn't come home, I thought she went straight to her second job.
Where's that? An office building on Broadway.
She was a cleaner.
Eight years, and never missed a day.
Did she suffer? She had a massive heart attack.
It would've been very quick.
Her heart was always weak.
She had rheumatic fever.
But the doctor said if she took her pills We'll take you home.
Monsieur Beauclair, your wife called me.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
I guess it took a murder to finally get your attention, huh? And you are? I'm Mildred Quintana.
I run the New Americans Justice Center.
And I think it's a travesty the Police Department doesn't care about undocumented women.
Ms.
Quintana, you've got it backwards.
We don't care what a victim's legal status is.
Really? Then why is that sick son of a bitch still raping women in my community? What makes you think that all these women were attacked by the same man? Well, you found money on the body, didn't you? He's attacked 16 women in the last three years, and those are just the ones I know about.
All of them undocumented cleaning women, raped on their way home from work.
So, why didn't you come to us? I tried.
I went to my precinct.
I told them women were being attacked.
I even gave them the description of the rapist.
Do you know what they said? That their hands were tied without a victim.
We can't do anything without a complainant, either.
Is there anyone who's willing to step forward? They're terrified.
These women would rather suffer than risk being deported.
Well, staying silent isn't going to make him stop.
Let us talk to them, and explain that the police are different from Immigration.
No, this is not going to work.
These women come from a place where the police are corrupt, justice is for sale, and no one gives a damn about poor people.
They are not going to trust you.
Then he'll keep attacking them because he knows they won't say anything.
You came to us, you want us to help you? We need their names.
Hi.
Yolanda Martinez? Never heard of her.
Please, it's very important.
I don't know no Yolanda.
Yes, my name is Amina Asante, but I am quite sure I have never been a victim of a crime.
Yes, but I'd still like to talk to you.
Sorry.
Go away.
Please go.
Miss Zergin, it's important.
Mildred Quintana sent me.
She told you? Yes.
Because she knows that I can help you.
Come in.
I wasn't going to tell anyone.
But it hurts so much to keep it inside.
It will get better, if you go to counseling.
I can't.
If anyone finds out, I'll be an outcast.
In my religion, a woman must be a virgin when she marries.
You're Muslim.
From Bosnia.
Do you have any family here? My brother, Milan.
Oh, you have to go before he comes home.
He's become very traditional.
Nina.
I promise your brother's not going to find out, but I need for you to tell me what happened.
I can't.
He's raped a lot of women, Nina.
The one who he attacked last night, died.
Please, help me stop him.
I work nights, cleaning offices.
I was on my way home, coming up from the subway.
He dragged me into an alley and raped me.
Did you see his face? I'll never forget it.
The way he looked at me, afterwards.
He smiled, said "Thank you," then handed me cash, like I was a prostitute.
It was more money than I make in six months.
I lay there, in that filthy alley, thinking, at least I could pay the rent.
Nina, you have nothing to be ashamed of.
Then why do I feel so dirty? Every day, I think I should burn the money.
Do you still have it? I couldn't spend it.
Please.
Get it out of here.
Hold on, I'll get it.
It's my brother, Milan.
He's early.
Nina.
Who are you? Police.
I'm looking for witnesses to a hit and run last night.
I didn't see anything.
That's what I just told her.
Sorry.
Thank you for your help.
These bills have never been in circulation so I should be able to lift some great prints.
Spray on a little Ninhydrin.
The steam accelerates the reaction.
I got your prints.
A lot of smudges.
And three good ones.
All right, the first print's unidentified, probably your victim's and two hits.
Who've we got? Tobias Gaynes.
No, wait.
He's a bonded employee of Manhattan Bank and Trust.
Probably a teller.
Anyway, who's the other one? Jason Whitaker.
Criminal record? No, he was fingerprinted by the Bar Association.
Come on, come on.
Somebody bet into my set.
Please.
Yes.
I suck, that asswipe.
Excuse me? Online poker.
Idiot chased an inside straight draw, and he hit it on the river.
But you have me at a disadvantage.
Detective Stabler.
My partner, Detective Benson.
What can I do for the NYPD? Tell us where you were last night.
Nowhere exciting, that's for sure.
What are you guys investigating? Rape, homicide.
Well, how did my name come up? Fingerprint hit.
Oh, on what exactly? Money.
Well, the way I gamble, my prints are on a lot of dough.
But I'll hit a streak soon.
Back to the question.
Last night? I'm afraid I can't answer that.
Well, it is your fingerprints on that money.
Why don't you explain it or we'll bring you in? You can't, I have nothing more to say.
So you think Jason Whitaker's your perp? My gut says no, but he got pretty rattled when I told him his prints were on the money.
Rattled, how? Well, he said he couldn't talk about it.
Sounds like he's protecting one of his clients.
No, Whitaker's prints were on the money because he gave it to our rapist.
If he tries to clear himself, he's pointing the finger at his client.
He can't do that.
Can you get a client list? Yeah, do you know what firm Jason Whitaker works for? Yeah, Granger, McCullum and Kerstetter.
Wait, as in Lionel Granger? Hey, Lionel.
Have you got a sec? What's up? Well, I was just wondering about one of your associates.
Jason Whitaker.
Wondering if he's available? You've got good taste, Casey.
Between you and me, he'll make partner this year.
He's corporate, right? Trusts and estates.
Well, just one estate, the Duvall family.
As in Clay Duvall, of the ball-bearing fortune.
Eleanor Duvall took quite a shine to Jason.
You know, I've seen her on the best-dressed lists.
She spends a lot on clothes, but she gives even more of her wealth away.
Might as well, family's dying out.
No kids? Just one son, Gabriel.
Probably leave it all to his cats.
He's that eccentric? He can discuss quantum theory but he can't balance his checkbook.
It's a good thing Mom's there to bail him out.
The portrait was my mother-in-law's idea.
She gave it to my husband as a wedding present.
I'm Eleanor Duvall.
Nice to meet you.
Detective Elliot Stabler.
What can I do for you? Actually, I'm looking for your son.
Gabriel? Oh, he hasn't lived here in years.
This address is on his driver's license.
He never remembers to update those things.
Unfortunately, he never remembers to pay his parking tickets, either.
Well, I'm not surprised.
Gabriel has all the money he needs, and he never remembers to pay the bills.
His head is in the clouds or on those computers.
I'll write you a check.
Mrs.
Duvall? Mrs.
Duvall? I'm sorry, he's gonna have to come down and deal with it in person.
Yes, of course.
I'll give you his address.
I paid those tickets.
I know I did.
The canceled checks must be here somewhere.
I should've scanned them onto my hard drive.
You're a computer guy? I freelance.
But this is my real work.
Teaching computers how to see.
See what? Visual data.
To process it the same way humans do, through optical cues.
The algorithms are complex, very hard to create.
Some people say impossible, but I'll do it.
The canceled checks are here somewhere.
I just can't seem to find them.
We can sort this all out down at the precinct.
I only have two hours.
Then I have to get back.
No problem.
It'll take 15 minutes.
I have to be back by 8:00.
I promise.
Your coat? Yes, right.
My coat.
Liv, I got him.
Go get Nina.
Is Nina home? Are you joking? I saw you arrest her two hours ago.
What? The police.
Coming home from work.
I saw two cops with guns put her in a car.
Did they say where they were taking her? Why are you asking me? You're the one who did this.
We never had any problems until you showed up.
We didn't take your sister.
Then who did? The neighbors confirmed the brother's story.
Two cops took Nina away.
But there's no arrest in the system, no outstanding warrants.
Munch and Fin talked to her boss.
He said Nina didn't show up for work tonight.
So what are we dealing with? Lmpersonators, Feds? I talked to the FBI, they don't have her.
How much longer can we keep Duvall? We're running out of reasons to hold him, and Elliot's running out of patience.
He's some kind of oddball genius, won't shut up about computers.
Once we let him go, we're never gonna get him back here without his lawyer.
Is that him? Is that why Nina disappeared? Did you tell him who she is? Ms.
Quintana, we really can't discuss it.
Hey, I'm not stupid.
You have a suspect.
Nina is gone.
Something terrible has happened to her.
I should never have given you their names.
We'll find Nina.
And we'll arrest the rapist.
I have to go.
I'm late for dinner.
You got a date? And I'm hungry.
I can't disrupt my eating schedule.
I get hypoglycemic and use up the glycogen stored in my liver.
If I don't have glucose, my blood sugar plummets.
I'll get you something to eat.
What? What do you want? Burger, sandwich No.
It's Thursday.
Meatloaf night.
The Ganesvort Diner blue plate special is meatloaf, mashed potatoes, mushroom gravy and green beans.
But I don't eat the green beans, I don't like green.
Well, I tell you what I'll have my paperwork done in a few minutes.
You'll have plenty of time for your meatloaf.
No, they run out.
I have to go now.
I can't disrupt my eating schedule.
My mentation will be affected, and my research requires absolute concentration.
Give me a few minutes.
Meantime, you want a cup of coffee, maybe a can of soda? No.
I don't want anything.
I have to go.
That's my boy.
See, Gabriel's too smart for your tricks.
He's not gonna leave his DNA on a soda can.
Come on, let's go.
Just being polite.
Oh, no, this is about parking tickets.
Next time you want to talk to my client, will you call me first? I can't get a cab.
I lost my wallet.
Can you take me home? Sure, sure.
You could drop me off at the diner.
Have some meatloaf with me.
It's very good.
They make it with pork.
Is that him? Beef and veal Let's go back inside.
They grind it up separately, of course.
Trichinosis.
Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, are you talking about food? What the hell is wrong with you? Who is that woman? Why is she shouting at me? Do I know her? I'd remember if I Shut up, will you? The police may be through with you, but I am just getting started.
Stay out of this.
You're gonna pay for what you've done.
Come near my client again, I'll have you arrested for harassment.
Do I look scared to you? You're out of your league.
Why don't you just stick with your wetback washerwomen? I'm gonna take the stairs.
You tell me when you find Nina.
Did you tell Whitaker that Nina's an undocumented janitor? No.
Then why'd he mention wetback washerwomen? Because someone's been leaking information to Whitaker about our case.
They checked our file, sold Nina out.
Could be anyone in this precinct, in the department for that matter.
I figured out where Nina is.
Nina.
Why did you turn me in to Immigration? I didn't.
They're deporting me back to Bosnia.
My parents were killed in the war, our home destroyed.
I have nothing there.
You did this.
It wasn't me.
Oh, I don't believe you.
Who else could have? It was the rapist, Nina.
Listen to me.
We have a suspect.
We were about to have you make an identification.
Don't stop trusting me now.
Please, get me out of here.
Nina Zergin applied for political asylum three years ago, but her claim was denied.
We were about to deport her when she disappeared.
You left her alone for three years.
Why pick her up now? We received information linking her to a radical Islamist cell.
From where? Anonymous tip on our hotline.
She's a cleaning woman, not a terrorist.
Your mystery caller? That's the defense attorney of the man who raped her.
Can you prove that? If I could, I'd charge him with witness tampering.
Nina still needs to be debriefed by Homeland Security.
When she comes up clean, will you cut her loose? I can't.
The deportation order is legal.
My hands are tied.
The Violence Against Women Act has a provision granting temporary asylum to victims of crime who cooperate with prosecutors.
You file that paperwork, she's all yours.
Am I really legal now? Temporarily.
After the trial I can petition for permanent status.
Thank you.
Your help is all the thanks I need.
Did you tell Milan I was raped? No, but you should.
Who is this? This is A.
D.
A.
Novak.
She's a lawyer that works with us.
You freed Nina? It was nothing.
She never should've been locked up.
Thank you.
Need a ride back to the office? No, take them home.
I've got a stop to make.
Casey.
My boss said you were interested, but you don't waste any time.
Neither do you.
Please, sit down.
What can I do for you? Bring in Gabriel Duvall for a lineup.
Who's looking at him? The rape victim you were about to have conveniently deported.
I got her status legalized, so she's not going anywhere.
Where are we going tonight? Dinner? Special Victims.
I made you a reservation.
I don't know.
Just take your time.
Number 2.
He raped me.
I'm sure.
We'll give you some privacy.
Good job.
Looks like your boy's going down.
She'd say anything to remain in this country.
She picked my client because he's wealthy and he's in the society pages.
We have the money.
With my fingerprints on it, not Gabriel Duvall's.
What, are you gonna charge me? Come on, Casey, you've got nothing.
Jason.
They're gonna put me in jail.
Can't you do something to stop them? Gabriel, don't worry.
You arrest my client now, the judge will dismiss him in arraignments.
Mr.
Whitaker.
Mrs.
Duvall.
You shouldn't have come down here.
Everything's under control.
Well, it doesn't look under control to me.
Mother, these detectives think I've committed a crime.
Well, Mr.
Whitaker is going to set everything straight.
Gabriel will be coming home with us, won't he? Let him go.
Sweetheart, are you all right? I think I have a cold.
I don't know why.
I've been taking my vitamins.
Even echinacea.
Well, this place must be full of germs.
I'll have Mrs.
Bianco make you some of your favorite chicken soup.
Darling, where are your manners? Use a handkerchief.
Gabriel, that's disgusting.
Throw it away.
Here we go.
Well, that sucks.
Maybe not.
Present for me? That snot could close a dozen unsolved rape cases.
There's more on this tissue than Gabriel Duvall's mucus.
Looks like mascara and foundation.
Marguerite Beauclair's make-up was smeared all over her face when her body was found.
I'll type the cosmetic brand, see if I can match it to what Marguerite used.
But I'll need extra time.
You just get us what we need to nail this bastard.
If the tissue links Gabriel Duvall to Marguerite's murder, the case won't go to trial.
He'll plead out.
Will Nina still get asylum if she doesn't have to testify? Yeah, I'm pretty sure, but I'll check with Immigration.
Novak, Sex Crimes.
Yeah, send them up.
Flowers.
You holding out on me? No, I'm not seeing anyone.
If they're from Jason Whitaker, they're going straight in the trash.
Hey, you feel like a cup of coffee? Every second of every day.
Good.
I'll go.
Thanks.
Yeah, Agent Tim Harriman, please? Right, could you have him call Casey Novak at the D.
A.
's office? Thanks.
Casey, I had to go three blocks to find an open coffee shop.
If you went home, I'm gonna kill ya.
How is she doing? Head trauma, she's still out.
Did you see anything? Perp was gone when I got there.
D.
A.
's office has a lot of surveillance cameras.
I'm on it.
What do you want? You can't come here.
Let me see your hands.
What's going on? What do you want? Show me your hands.
My lawyer said you're not allowed to talk to me.
You have to get out of here.
Now get out.
You're a smart guy, right? You wear gloves? Gloves? I don't wear gloves.
I don't like the way my hands feel.
Where were you tonight? You have to leave me alone or I'll call Jason.
All right, call your lawyer.
Call your mommy for all I care.
They can't protect you from me.
I didn't do anything.
Answer my question.
Where were you tonight? I just got back from the diner.
Roast chicken, creamed corn, carrots Shut up! You better pray somebody saw you there.
Hey.
Olivia Hey, don't get up.
It's okay.
Don't move.
What happened? You're in the hospital.
You were attacked, Casey.
You've got a concussion and a couple of broken ribs.
Who did this? I was hoping that you could tell me.
But didn't anyone see? There were so many people there.
Where? In the squad room.
No, honey, that was this afternoon.
You were attacked at night, after dinner in your office, remember? We were talking and I went to get coffee, and You don't remember? No.
No, it's all blank.
It's okay, Casey.
It's okay.
It's just gonna take a while for your memory to come back.
Did he Did he rape me? No.
Why can't I remember? You don't have to.
We're gonna find this guy.
Elliot's at your office right now going through surveillance tapes, okay? You've got main camera and then we've got cameras by the elevator.
Now, your partner said Novak got a call from security about a flower delivery.
There he is.
He signed in.
Did you check the log? Just scribble.
Security guard describe him? Doesn't remember anyone.
Prints? Guy never took his gloves off.
Come on, Gabriel, show me your face.
That your guy? I'm from Sarajevo.
I was tortured by Karadzic's murder squads.
I don't scare easily.
Then doing a hard twenty in Attica shouldn't be a problem for you.
Lock me up.
It takes a real man to beat a woman half to death.
She got what she deserved.
What, by trying to help your sister? She made my sister untouchable.
She took away her future.
How'd she do that? Tell me how she did that.
That lawyer forced her to relive her humiliation in public.
Now the world knows she's no longer a virgin.
Your sister was raped.
She's gotta deal with it.
So do you.
No man will ever have her.
She shamed herself and our family.
So this is about you? I got our honor back.
You got nothing back.
You have no idea what honor is.
You're no better than the man who raped Nina.
Beating that lawyer wasn't enough.
I should've killed the bitch.
My sister, Nina, will never testify! Elliot.
In my office.
Now.
You barged into my son's house in the middle of the night.
You threatened him.
I was investigating an attack on an Assistant District Attorney.
Which he did not commit.
I didn't know that at the time.
But you would've, if you had investigated.
The Captain tells me that you've been a policeman for almost 20 years.
That's commendable.
Thank you.
Do you like your job, Detective? Yes, Ma'am.
Then I suggest you stay away from my son.
The Police Commissioner is a friend.
So is the Mayor.
Don't make me call them.
Is there anything else, Mrs.
Duvall? I think an apology is in order.
I'm sorry.
Not to me.
To Gabriel.
In light of the circumstances, I think it would be inappropriate for Detective Stabler to have any further contact with your son.
But please tell him that Detective Stabler is sorry for the misunderstanding.
Very well.
Good night, Detective.
Good night, Ma'am.
Captain? Save it.
I probably would've thrown Gabriel Duvall out the window.
We may have a bigger problem, anyway.
What? Nina Zergin.
Her brother says she doesn't want to testify.
She backs out, Gabriel walks.
I'll talk to her.
Let Novak do it.
She's not back at work.
I don't think she wants anyone to see her yet.
Exactly.
I can't speak to you.
I promised my brother.
I know how hard it was for you to tell me what happened, and I know what it's done to your family.
But no matter what you decide to do, nothing will stop me from prosecuting the man who raped you.
What do you want me to do? Testify in the grand jury.
Once I get an indictment, we can arrest Gabriel Duvall.
Casey.
Casey, I'm so sorry.
Oh, God.
I heard what happened.
Why don't you save it for someone who cares.
No joke.
I'm serious.
You're making me late.
I have grand jury time booked.
I don't think you'll be using it.
Judge Trillin's ordering you removed from the case.
On what grounds? I want you as a defense witness.
Hell of a strategy.
Nina lost her virginity, was afraid of what her traditional Muslim brother might do if he found out.
So she lied about being raped.
Yeah, Whitaker wants to use Milan's attack on me to bolster his case.
He's violent, therefore Nina's afraid so she made up a story about being raped by Gabriel Duvall.
It's a compelling argument.
I can win this motion.
A, I'm up in front of Judge Trillin, and he loves me.
B, well the way I look I'm gonna get the sympathy vote.
Casey, I'm taking this case away from you.
You can't.
Not after what I've been through.
No one wants to win this case more than I do.
Which is exactly why you can't try it.
Whitaker was right.
You're too emotionally involved.
I've already reassigned the case.
To who? Tracey Kibre.
She's a homicide A.
D.
A.
She's not used to live victims.
Nina won't be able to relate to her.
Well, she'll have to.
Because Tracey's putting Nina in the grand jury tomorrow morning.
Remember, there are no surprises in the grand jury.
You know what I'm gonna ask you.
So just answer my questions, and everything will be just fine.
Okay.
I'm ready.
Okay.
Hey, Nina.
Miss Novak.
I'm so glad to see you.
I just wanted to wish you luck.
You're up.
Okay.
Casey.
I thought you were off the case.
I am.
You looking for Kibre? Yeah.
Warner finished the analysis on the tissue from Gabriel's pocket.
It had more on it than just the dead girl's makeup.
DNA from her blood? Her tears.
Go collar the son of a bitch.
My mother relayed your apology, though I do appreciate this personal delivery of the proverbial olive branch.
Would you care to join me? I recommend the pork chop, but not the peas.
Right.
They're green.
Stand up.
I'm not done with my dinner.
You're done.
I thought you were ordered to stop this harassment.
You're hurting me.
You haven't begun to see what hurt is.
Gabriel Duvall, you're under arrest for the rape of Nina Zergin, and for the rape and murder of Marguerite Beauclair.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
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.
Yeah! That was sick, bro.
You're such a wuss.
Take your skirt off and try it again, man.
I racked myself on that one.
Just not your night, huh? Maybe it is.
C- note.
Sweet.
Yo, let's buy some beers! Yes, dude.
Oh my God, they're everywhere.
One hundred, two hundred.
I love this so much.
Oh, man.
Dude, she's dead.
Talk about putting your money where your mouth is.
How many bills? Five.
All hundreds.
You ID her? Jane Doe.
No wallet or ID on her.
Definitely raped.
Panties torn, bruising to the breasts, condom lubricant on the thighs.
Hell of a lot of blood.
She stabbed? Just a head laceration, scalp wounds bleed heavily.
So she choked on the money.
I think she died of heart failure.
Found these pills in her pocket.
Digoxin.
He scared her to death by raping her.
He's going for felony murder.
She's probably a prostitute.
But what's with the money in the mouth thing? I've never seen that before.
Maybe it's the perp's twisted way of paying her.
Detectives! Got something? Footwear impression in blood.
Not a full shoe print, but a distinctive waffle-tread pattern.
One of the skateboarders? No, their sneakers are flat-soled.
This is more like a rubber-soled slip-on.
Think you can track the blood? Way ahead of you.
Already called for K9.
Let's seal off the whole floor.
Good boy, Barnaby.
Perp lives here, I'm pinning my shield on the pooch.
Open up! Police! What the hell do you want? Is there anybody inside? How is that your business? Answer the question.
I'm alone.
All clear.
Check this out.
Dried blood on the sole.
Hey! That's my purse! Your money, too? I found it.
You robbed a corpse.
She was dead.
There was nothing I could do to help her.
So you helped yourself to the money? She couldn't take it with her.
Neither can you.
This makes exactly $5,000, all in hundreds.
Any prints? Just your skate punks, and Little Miss Grave-robber.
Captain doesn't want the press to know about the cash.
You run the signature through ViCap? No matches.
We're thinking that our victim is a prostitute.
Munch and Fin are canvassing the working girls.
Ask if any of them use this brand.
Condom wrapper, stuck to one of the bills.
Victim's prints are on it.
Took the condom with him, smart rapist.
I don't think there was a rapist.
This could be consensual sex gone bad.
How'd you get that off the wrapper? It's from The Box.
It's a sex club, run by women.
Come again? Well, that's the idea.
It's a party where women live out their sexual fantasies.
This place is three blocks from the crime scene.
Thanks.
So, what exactly do you offer? Well, whatever you want.
Strip tease, role play, girl-boy, girl-girl, no rules.
But no sex acts on premises.
If you want to hook up afterwards, that's your business.
Sounds great.
How do I join? Well, apply with an erotic essay describing your sexual interests and a photo.
You keep photos of all your members? We destroy them once you're accepted.
We just want to ensure applicants are height-weight proportionate.
And you definitely pass that test.
If you're worried about privacy, don't be.
Guest lists use code names.
All you have to show is a membership card.
And what about men? Can they join? No, but members can bring dates if they're into guys.
Ready to sign up? I don't think so.
We're not doing anything illegal.
Ladies, I'm not here to hassle you.
This woman was murdered last night a couple blocks from here.
Either one of you recognize her? Didn't a girl complain that some guy got rough with her? Our bouncer threw him out.
He was a real sadist, whipping this girl.
She told him to stop, and he didn't.
You see this happen? No.
But I got word to 86 the guy, so I escorted him to the street.
Did he go quietly? No.
He didn't want to.
He flashed a wad of cash in my face.
Hey, you can't bribe me.
I showed him the door.
But he kept hanging around outside.
What for? He said he was waiting for the woman who brought him to the club.
I told him to move on.
Did he? Not until I gave him some encouragement.
How much encouragement? I just roughed him up a little.
I checked his bag of tricks.
The freak had cuffs, whips, and a big-ass knife.
What'd you do with the toys? I gave them back.
Even the knife? No way.
Then he gave me some sob story about needing it for work.
Says he's a chef at that restaurant, Soriello's.
This is insane.
I can't believe that little bitch called the cops.
It was just a game.
What kind of game? A little master-slave action.
She was looking for it.
She just walked up to you and begged you to beat the crap out of her.
Yeah, with a leash around her neck.
She said she wanted to play.
She got sassy, so I lashed her with my crop.
She flips out, had that security goon beat me up.
I don't get off on being hurt.
You can dish it out, but you can't take it.
So you hung around for a little payback.
No, I went home and put ice on my face.
Were you alone? Yes.
Once Lola calms down, she'll drop the charges.
And after a couple more months in the scene, when her sexuality's more evolved, she'll be ready for me.
This your Lola? Whoa, I like it rough, but not that rough.
And that's not Lola.
All right, thanks.
I've checked with The Box.
Five women use Lola as a code name.
Any of them African American? One.
Her real name is Sarah Miller.
She's an ad exec.
Fin's checking her whereabouts now.
He's wasting his time.
Sarah Miller is on a slab in the morgue.
Benson.
Thanks.
That was Fin.
Sarah Miller never showed up for work.
Never checked in.
All right.
Not at home or at work.
You satisfied? I'll find the super, get him to let us in.
Who is it? Who's there? Police.
Sarah Miller? Yes.
I've taken six showers since last night.
I was so upset, I couldn't even call in sick.
I didn't know what to say.
So I stayed home.
You think that man who attacked me killed the woman? Can you tell us what he did to you? We were flirting.
And then he got rough.
He grabbed me, forced me on my knees.
He pushed his crotch in my face.
And when I started to leave, he started whipping me.
Do you remember seeing him with any other women at the party? After it happened I hid in the bathroom, until a friend of mine told me he was gone.
But earlier I saw him coming on to a couple of girls.
Could she have been one of those girls? I know her.
She kept me company in the ladies' room.
Did she say if he bothered her? You've got it wrong.
She's the bathroom attendant.
It's Marguerite.
My daughter.
When she didn't come home, I thought she went straight to her second job.
Where's that? An office building on Broadway.
She was a cleaner.
Eight years, and never missed a day.
Did she suffer? She had a massive heart attack.
It would've been very quick.
Her heart was always weak.
She had rheumatic fever.
But the doctor said if she took her pills We'll take you home.
Monsieur Beauclair, your wife called me.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
I guess it took a murder to finally get your attention, huh? And you are? I'm Mildred Quintana.
I run the New Americans Justice Center.
And I think it's a travesty the Police Department doesn't care about undocumented women.
Ms.
Quintana, you've got it backwards.
We don't care what a victim's legal status is.
Really? Then why is that sick son of a bitch still raping women in my community? What makes you think that all these women were attacked by the same man? Well, you found money on the body, didn't you? He's attacked 16 women in the last three years, and those are just the ones I know about.
All of them undocumented cleaning women, raped on their way home from work.
So, why didn't you come to us? I tried.
I went to my precinct.
I told them women were being attacked.
I even gave them the description of the rapist.
Do you know what they said? That their hands were tied without a victim.
We can't do anything without a complainant, either.
Is there anyone who's willing to step forward? They're terrified.
These women would rather suffer than risk being deported.
Well, staying silent isn't going to make him stop.
Let us talk to them, and explain that the police are different from Immigration.
No, this is not going to work.
These women come from a place where the police are corrupt, justice is for sale, and no one gives a damn about poor people.
They are not going to trust you.
Then he'll keep attacking them because he knows they won't say anything.
You came to us, you want us to help you? We need their names.
Hi.
Yolanda Martinez? Never heard of her.
Please, it's very important.
I don't know no Yolanda.
Yes, my name is Amina Asante, but I am quite sure I have never been a victim of a crime.
Yes, but I'd still like to talk to you.
Sorry.
Go away.
Please go.
Miss Zergin, it's important.
Mildred Quintana sent me.
She told you? Yes.
Because she knows that I can help you.
Come in.
I wasn't going to tell anyone.
But it hurts so much to keep it inside.
It will get better, if you go to counseling.
I can't.
If anyone finds out, I'll be an outcast.
In my religion, a woman must be a virgin when she marries.
You're Muslim.
From Bosnia.
Do you have any family here? My brother, Milan.
Oh, you have to go before he comes home.
He's become very traditional.
Nina.
I promise your brother's not going to find out, but I need for you to tell me what happened.
I can't.
He's raped a lot of women, Nina.
The one who he attacked last night, died.
Please, help me stop him.
I work nights, cleaning offices.
I was on my way home, coming up from the subway.
He dragged me into an alley and raped me.
Did you see his face? I'll never forget it.
The way he looked at me, afterwards.
He smiled, said "Thank you," then handed me cash, like I was a prostitute.
It was more money than I make in six months.
I lay there, in that filthy alley, thinking, at least I could pay the rent.
Nina, you have nothing to be ashamed of.
Then why do I feel so dirty? Every day, I think I should burn the money.
Do you still have it? I couldn't spend it.
Please.
Get it out of here.
Hold on, I'll get it.
It's my brother, Milan.
He's early.
Nina.
Who are you? Police.
I'm looking for witnesses to a hit and run last night.
I didn't see anything.
That's what I just told her.
Sorry.
Thank you for your help.
These bills have never been in circulation so I should be able to lift some great prints.
Spray on a little Ninhydrin.
The steam accelerates the reaction.
I got your prints.
A lot of smudges.
And three good ones.
All right, the first print's unidentified, probably your victim's and two hits.
Who've we got? Tobias Gaynes.
No, wait.
He's a bonded employee of Manhattan Bank and Trust.
Probably a teller.
Anyway, who's the other one? Jason Whitaker.
Criminal record? No, he was fingerprinted by the Bar Association.
Come on, come on.
Somebody bet into my set.
Please.
Yes.
I suck, that asswipe.
Excuse me? Online poker.
Idiot chased an inside straight draw, and he hit it on the river.
But you have me at a disadvantage.
Detective Stabler.
My partner, Detective Benson.
What can I do for the NYPD? Tell us where you were last night.
Nowhere exciting, that's for sure.
What are you guys investigating? Rape, homicide.
Well, how did my name come up? Fingerprint hit.
Oh, on what exactly? Money.
Well, the way I gamble, my prints are on a lot of dough.
But I'll hit a streak soon.
Back to the question.
Last night? I'm afraid I can't answer that.
Well, it is your fingerprints on that money.
Why don't you explain it or we'll bring you in? You can't, I have nothing more to say.
So you think Jason Whitaker's your perp? My gut says no, but he got pretty rattled when I told him his prints were on the money.
Rattled, how? Well, he said he couldn't talk about it.
Sounds like he's protecting one of his clients.
No, Whitaker's prints were on the money because he gave it to our rapist.
If he tries to clear himself, he's pointing the finger at his client.
He can't do that.
Can you get a client list? Yeah, do you know what firm Jason Whitaker works for? Yeah, Granger, McCullum and Kerstetter.
Wait, as in Lionel Granger? Hey, Lionel.
Have you got a sec? What's up? Well, I was just wondering about one of your associates.
Jason Whitaker.
Wondering if he's available? You've got good taste, Casey.
Between you and me, he'll make partner this year.
He's corporate, right? Trusts and estates.
Well, just one estate, the Duvall family.
As in Clay Duvall, of the ball-bearing fortune.
Eleanor Duvall took quite a shine to Jason.
You know, I've seen her on the best-dressed lists.
She spends a lot on clothes, but she gives even more of her wealth away.
Might as well, family's dying out.
No kids? Just one son, Gabriel.
Probably leave it all to his cats.
He's that eccentric? He can discuss quantum theory but he can't balance his checkbook.
It's a good thing Mom's there to bail him out.
The portrait was my mother-in-law's idea.
She gave it to my husband as a wedding present.
I'm Eleanor Duvall.
Nice to meet you.
Detective Elliot Stabler.
What can I do for you? Actually, I'm looking for your son.
Gabriel? Oh, he hasn't lived here in years.
This address is on his driver's license.
He never remembers to update those things.
Unfortunately, he never remembers to pay his parking tickets, either.
Well, I'm not surprised.
Gabriel has all the money he needs, and he never remembers to pay the bills.
His head is in the clouds or on those computers.
I'll write you a check.
Mrs.
Duvall? Mrs.
Duvall? I'm sorry, he's gonna have to come down and deal with it in person.
Yes, of course.
I'll give you his address.
I paid those tickets.
I know I did.
The canceled checks must be here somewhere.
I should've scanned them onto my hard drive.
You're a computer guy? I freelance.
But this is my real work.
Teaching computers how to see.
See what? Visual data.
To process it the same way humans do, through optical cues.
The algorithms are complex, very hard to create.
Some people say impossible, but I'll do it.
The canceled checks are here somewhere.
I just can't seem to find them.
We can sort this all out down at the precinct.
I only have two hours.
Then I have to get back.
No problem.
It'll take 15 minutes.
I have to be back by 8:00.
I promise.
Your coat? Yes, right.
My coat.
Liv, I got him.
Go get Nina.
Is Nina home? Are you joking? I saw you arrest her two hours ago.
What? The police.
Coming home from work.
I saw two cops with guns put her in a car.
Did they say where they were taking her? Why are you asking me? You're the one who did this.
We never had any problems until you showed up.
We didn't take your sister.
Then who did? The neighbors confirmed the brother's story.
Two cops took Nina away.
But there's no arrest in the system, no outstanding warrants.
Munch and Fin talked to her boss.
He said Nina didn't show up for work tonight.
So what are we dealing with? Lmpersonators, Feds? I talked to the FBI, they don't have her.
How much longer can we keep Duvall? We're running out of reasons to hold him, and Elliot's running out of patience.
He's some kind of oddball genius, won't shut up about computers.
Once we let him go, we're never gonna get him back here without his lawyer.
Is that him? Is that why Nina disappeared? Did you tell him who she is? Ms.
Quintana, we really can't discuss it.
Hey, I'm not stupid.
You have a suspect.
Nina is gone.
Something terrible has happened to her.
I should never have given you their names.
We'll find Nina.
And we'll arrest the rapist.
I have to go.
I'm late for dinner.
You got a date? And I'm hungry.
I can't disrupt my eating schedule.
I get hypoglycemic and use up the glycogen stored in my liver.
If I don't have glucose, my blood sugar plummets.
I'll get you something to eat.
What? What do you want? Burger, sandwich No.
It's Thursday.
Meatloaf night.
The Ganesvort Diner blue plate special is meatloaf, mashed potatoes, mushroom gravy and green beans.
But I don't eat the green beans, I don't like green.
Well, I tell you what I'll have my paperwork done in a few minutes.
You'll have plenty of time for your meatloaf.
No, they run out.
I have to go now.
I can't disrupt my eating schedule.
My mentation will be affected, and my research requires absolute concentration.
Give me a few minutes.
Meantime, you want a cup of coffee, maybe a can of soda? No.
I don't want anything.
I have to go.
That's my boy.
See, Gabriel's too smart for your tricks.
He's not gonna leave his DNA on a soda can.
Come on, let's go.
Just being polite.
Oh, no, this is about parking tickets.
Next time you want to talk to my client, will you call me first? I can't get a cab.
I lost my wallet.
Can you take me home? Sure, sure.
You could drop me off at the diner.
Have some meatloaf with me.
It's very good.
They make it with pork.
Is that him? Beef and veal Let's go back inside.
They grind it up separately, of course.
Trichinosis.
Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, are you talking about food? What the hell is wrong with you? Who is that woman? Why is she shouting at me? Do I know her? I'd remember if I Shut up, will you? The police may be through with you, but I am just getting started.
Stay out of this.
You're gonna pay for what you've done.
Come near my client again, I'll have you arrested for harassment.
Do I look scared to you? You're out of your league.
Why don't you just stick with your wetback washerwomen? I'm gonna take the stairs.
You tell me when you find Nina.
Did you tell Whitaker that Nina's an undocumented janitor? No.
Then why'd he mention wetback washerwomen? Because someone's been leaking information to Whitaker about our case.
They checked our file, sold Nina out.
Could be anyone in this precinct, in the department for that matter.
I figured out where Nina is.
Nina.
Why did you turn me in to Immigration? I didn't.
They're deporting me back to Bosnia.
My parents were killed in the war, our home destroyed.
I have nothing there.
You did this.
It wasn't me.
Oh, I don't believe you.
Who else could have? It was the rapist, Nina.
Listen to me.
We have a suspect.
We were about to have you make an identification.
Don't stop trusting me now.
Please, get me out of here.
Nina Zergin applied for political asylum three years ago, but her claim was denied.
We were about to deport her when she disappeared.
You left her alone for three years.
Why pick her up now? We received information linking her to a radical Islamist cell.
From where? Anonymous tip on our hotline.
She's a cleaning woman, not a terrorist.
Your mystery caller? That's the defense attorney of the man who raped her.
Can you prove that? If I could, I'd charge him with witness tampering.
Nina still needs to be debriefed by Homeland Security.
When she comes up clean, will you cut her loose? I can't.
The deportation order is legal.
My hands are tied.
The Violence Against Women Act has a provision granting temporary asylum to victims of crime who cooperate with prosecutors.
You file that paperwork, she's all yours.
Am I really legal now? Temporarily.
After the trial I can petition for permanent status.
Thank you.
Your help is all the thanks I need.
Did you tell Milan I was raped? No, but you should.
Who is this? This is A.
D.
A.
Novak.
She's a lawyer that works with us.
You freed Nina? It was nothing.
She never should've been locked up.
Thank you.
Need a ride back to the office? No, take them home.
I've got a stop to make.
Casey.
My boss said you were interested, but you don't waste any time.
Neither do you.
Please, sit down.
What can I do for you? Bring in Gabriel Duvall for a lineup.
Who's looking at him? The rape victim you were about to have conveniently deported.
I got her status legalized, so she's not going anywhere.
Where are we going tonight? Dinner? Special Victims.
I made you a reservation.
I don't know.
Just take your time.
Number 2.
He raped me.
I'm sure.
We'll give you some privacy.
Good job.
Looks like your boy's going down.
She'd say anything to remain in this country.
She picked my client because he's wealthy and he's in the society pages.
We have the money.
With my fingerprints on it, not Gabriel Duvall's.
What, are you gonna charge me? Come on, Casey, you've got nothing.
Jason.
They're gonna put me in jail.
Can't you do something to stop them? Gabriel, don't worry.
You arrest my client now, the judge will dismiss him in arraignments.
Mr.
Whitaker.
Mrs.
Duvall.
You shouldn't have come down here.
Everything's under control.
Well, it doesn't look under control to me.
Mother, these detectives think I've committed a crime.
Well, Mr.
Whitaker is going to set everything straight.
Gabriel will be coming home with us, won't he? Let him go.
Sweetheart, are you all right? I think I have a cold.
I don't know why.
I've been taking my vitamins.
Even echinacea.
Well, this place must be full of germs.
I'll have Mrs.
Bianco make you some of your favorite chicken soup.
Darling, where are your manners? Use a handkerchief.
Gabriel, that's disgusting.
Throw it away.
Here we go.
Well, that sucks.
Maybe not.
Present for me? That snot could close a dozen unsolved rape cases.
There's more on this tissue than Gabriel Duvall's mucus.
Looks like mascara and foundation.
Marguerite Beauclair's make-up was smeared all over her face when her body was found.
I'll type the cosmetic brand, see if I can match it to what Marguerite used.
But I'll need extra time.
You just get us what we need to nail this bastard.
If the tissue links Gabriel Duvall to Marguerite's murder, the case won't go to trial.
He'll plead out.
Will Nina still get asylum if she doesn't have to testify? Yeah, I'm pretty sure, but I'll check with Immigration.
Novak, Sex Crimes.
Yeah, send them up.
Flowers.
You holding out on me? No, I'm not seeing anyone.
If they're from Jason Whitaker, they're going straight in the trash.
Hey, you feel like a cup of coffee? Every second of every day.
Good.
I'll go.
Thanks.
Yeah, Agent Tim Harriman, please? Right, could you have him call Casey Novak at the D.
A.
's office? Thanks.
Casey, I had to go three blocks to find an open coffee shop.
If you went home, I'm gonna kill ya.
How is she doing? Head trauma, she's still out.
Did you see anything? Perp was gone when I got there.
D.
A.
's office has a lot of surveillance cameras.
I'm on it.
What do you want? You can't come here.
Let me see your hands.
What's going on? What do you want? Show me your hands.
My lawyer said you're not allowed to talk to me.
You have to get out of here.
Now get out.
You're a smart guy, right? You wear gloves? Gloves? I don't wear gloves.
I don't like the way my hands feel.
Where were you tonight? You have to leave me alone or I'll call Jason.
All right, call your lawyer.
Call your mommy for all I care.
They can't protect you from me.
I didn't do anything.
Answer my question.
Where were you tonight? I just got back from the diner.
Roast chicken, creamed corn, carrots Shut up! You better pray somebody saw you there.
Hey.
Olivia Hey, don't get up.
It's okay.
Don't move.
What happened? You're in the hospital.
You were attacked, Casey.
You've got a concussion and a couple of broken ribs.
Who did this? I was hoping that you could tell me.
But didn't anyone see? There were so many people there.
Where? In the squad room.
No, honey, that was this afternoon.
You were attacked at night, after dinner in your office, remember? We were talking and I went to get coffee, and You don't remember? No.
No, it's all blank.
It's okay, Casey.
It's okay.
It's just gonna take a while for your memory to come back.
Did he Did he rape me? No.
Why can't I remember? You don't have to.
We're gonna find this guy.
Elliot's at your office right now going through surveillance tapes, okay? You've got main camera and then we've got cameras by the elevator.
Now, your partner said Novak got a call from security about a flower delivery.
There he is.
He signed in.
Did you check the log? Just scribble.
Security guard describe him? Doesn't remember anyone.
Prints? Guy never took his gloves off.
Come on, Gabriel, show me your face.
That your guy? I'm from Sarajevo.
I was tortured by Karadzic's murder squads.
I don't scare easily.
Then doing a hard twenty in Attica shouldn't be a problem for you.
Lock me up.
It takes a real man to beat a woman half to death.
She got what she deserved.
What, by trying to help your sister? She made my sister untouchable.
She took away her future.
How'd she do that? Tell me how she did that.
That lawyer forced her to relive her humiliation in public.
Now the world knows she's no longer a virgin.
Your sister was raped.
She's gotta deal with it.
So do you.
No man will ever have her.
She shamed herself and our family.
So this is about you? I got our honor back.
You got nothing back.
You have no idea what honor is.
You're no better than the man who raped Nina.
Beating that lawyer wasn't enough.
I should've killed the bitch.
My sister, Nina, will never testify! Elliot.
In my office.
Now.
You barged into my son's house in the middle of the night.
You threatened him.
I was investigating an attack on an Assistant District Attorney.
Which he did not commit.
I didn't know that at the time.
But you would've, if you had investigated.
The Captain tells me that you've been a policeman for almost 20 years.
That's commendable.
Thank you.
Do you like your job, Detective? Yes, Ma'am.
Then I suggest you stay away from my son.
The Police Commissioner is a friend.
So is the Mayor.
Don't make me call them.
Is there anything else, Mrs.
Duvall? I think an apology is in order.
I'm sorry.
Not to me.
To Gabriel.
In light of the circumstances, I think it would be inappropriate for Detective Stabler to have any further contact with your son.
But please tell him that Detective Stabler is sorry for the misunderstanding.
Very well.
Good night, Detective.
Good night, Ma'am.
Captain? Save it.
I probably would've thrown Gabriel Duvall out the window.
We may have a bigger problem, anyway.
What? Nina Zergin.
Her brother says she doesn't want to testify.
She backs out, Gabriel walks.
I'll talk to her.
Let Novak do it.
She's not back at work.
I don't think she wants anyone to see her yet.
Exactly.
I can't speak to you.
I promised my brother.
I know how hard it was for you to tell me what happened, and I know what it's done to your family.
But no matter what you decide to do, nothing will stop me from prosecuting the man who raped you.
What do you want me to do? Testify in the grand jury.
Once I get an indictment, we can arrest Gabriel Duvall.
Casey.
Casey, I'm so sorry.
Oh, God.
I heard what happened.
Why don't you save it for someone who cares.
No joke.
I'm serious.
You're making me late.
I have grand jury time booked.
I don't think you'll be using it.
Judge Trillin's ordering you removed from the case.
On what grounds? I want you as a defense witness.
Hell of a strategy.
Nina lost her virginity, was afraid of what her traditional Muslim brother might do if he found out.
So she lied about being raped.
Yeah, Whitaker wants to use Milan's attack on me to bolster his case.
He's violent, therefore Nina's afraid so she made up a story about being raped by Gabriel Duvall.
It's a compelling argument.
I can win this motion.
A, I'm up in front of Judge Trillin, and he loves me.
B, well the way I look I'm gonna get the sympathy vote.
Casey, I'm taking this case away from you.
You can't.
Not after what I've been through.
No one wants to win this case more than I do.
Which is exactly why you can't try it.
Whitaker was right.
You're too emotionally involved.
I've already reassigned the case.
To who? Tracey Kibre.
She's a homicide A.
D.
A.
She's not used to live victims.
Nina won't be able to relate to her.
Well, she'll have to.
Because Tracey's putting Nina in the grand jury tomorrow morning.
Remember, there are no surprises in the grand jury.
You know what I'm gonna ask you.
So just answer my questions, and everything will be just fine.
Okay.
I'm ready.
Okay.
Hey, Nina.
Miss Novak.
I'm so glad to see you.
I just wanted to wish you luck.
You're up.
Okay.
Casey.
I thought you were off the case.
I am.
You looking for Kibre? Yeah.
Warner finished the analysis on the tissue from Gabriel's pocket.
It had more on it than just the dead girl's makeup.
DNA from her blood? Her tears.
Go collar the son of a bitch.
My mother relayed your apology, though I do appreciate this personal delivery of the proverbial olive branch.
Would you care to join me? I recommend the pork chop, but not the peas.
Right.
They're green.
Stand up.
I'm not done with my dinner.
You're done.
I thought you were ordered to stop this harassment.
You're hurting me.
You haven't begun to see what hurt is.
Gabriel Duvall, you're under arrest for the rape of Nina Zergin, and for the rape and murder of Marguerite Beauclair.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.