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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.

Morning, Maggie.

Maggie, where's my coffee?

Maggie?

Maggie?

Oh, my God.

I need help.

Two victims. Night
manager, Margaret Sandomir.

As far as we can tell,
she was raped and shot.

John Doe
was by the trash...

stabbed several times in the
back, chest, and genitals.

He is on his way to Mercy.
Who called it in?

Alvin Maddox.
Works construction.

Mr. Maddox?

I'm Detective Benson.
How you holding up?

I never did see
a dead body in my life.

I mean, not before an
undertaker got to them, you know.

I'll try to make this as quick
and painless as possible.

I just need you
to tell me what you saw.

I really didn't notice anything
wrong until I got to the coffee pot.

There was none.

Then I saw all the blood
and Maggie behind the counter.

Who would do that?

Everybody loved her.

Did you know the other victim
who was found outside?

I didn't even see the poor bastard
at first. Almost lost my breakfast.

Mr. Maddox,
I'm gonna need your shoes.

Oh, my God. I didn't...

I wasn't...

I just need to eliminate
your footprints...

so I'll write you a receipt and we'll
return them to you when we're done.

Are you kidding? Toss them or burn
them. I'll never wear them again.

Okay, sit tight. I'll
have someone take you home.

Body's been tampered with.

Shot in the back,
but laying face up...

and the shoes are on
the wrong feet.

The M.E. said
he found no trace of fluids...

so it looks like
our guy wore a condom.

So far, too much blood
and not enough forensics.

Just what I like.
A smart predator.

Okay, so we got two victims,
one shot, one stabbed.

One inside,
the other out on the street.

But from the looks of it,
it all started in here.

If he had a gun,
why the knife?

Something went wrong.

Maybe we're looking for
two perps.

Money was still in the drawer.
$200 and change.

That's why we're thinking it's
a rape that got interrupted.

Surveillance camera?
Non-functional for some time.

It's not in
a high crime area.

The owner thought its presence
was deterrent enough.

Well, who's our corpse?

Margaret Sandomir,
night manager.

Works midnight to 6:00 a. m.
Beloved by all.

Not entirely.
Has the family been notified?

Mother took a sedative.

Our second vic has no ID. Just
a few dollars in his pocket...

and a set of keys.

So he's probably going in
for a midnight snack...

and winds up getting stabbed in
the chest and genitals instead.

Focused
or frenzied attack?

Both.

Two different guys,
two different weapons...

so one was organized,
the other one out of control.

What if we got one guy,
two weapons?

Maybe he was in control
and lost it...

when our second victim
interrupted his flow.

I'll check the computer
to see if...

they got any hits on
perps that like to carry both.

Until our victim wakes up...

to give us
any pertinent information...

Munch, Fin, knock on doors.

If he's local,
let's try to ID the guy.

Benson, Stabler,
talk to the Sandomir family.

Get some background.

She was getting
her Ph. D. in psychology...

at Columbia during the day.

We thought since the market was just
two blocks away that she'd be safe.

It's our neighborhood.
Everybody knows her.

Did she have any enemies?
Was there ever any trouble?

She did have some difficulty with
one of the patients at the clinic...

but she assured me
that was taken care of.

What patient was this?

Maggie interned at a mental
health clinic twice a week.

This man fantasized that he
and Maggie had a relationship.

He stalked her.

What's his name?

Oh, I don't remember.

There was a police report.

Maggie assured me
that he wasn't dangerous.

Do you have
the name of the clinic?

H.M.H. Clinic.

Homeless Mental Health.

Hi.

Hi. Can I help you?

Could I see Dr. Klein?

She's in a session.

Need about five minutes.

She'll be done in 30.
So have a seat.

Great. Thank you.

Guy stalking our victim
is Ben Moreland.

She took out
a restraining order.

So much for him
not being dangerous.

You want to go
and come back later?

Let's have Munch
take it.

They pulled the 61
on Moreland.

He was stalking our victim
for almost a month.

Became agitated when
approached by uniforms.

He had box cutters
taped to his hands.

One cop almost got cut.
When was this?

Two weeks ago.
He at Rikers?

Claims insanity.

Said the Unis had laser beams for
eyes and were trying to fry him.

The judge ordered him to take
his meds and sent him home.

Address is West 54th Street.

What are the odds he's
still not taking his pills?

Hello?

Ben Moreland?

What's this about?

Maggie Sandomir.

I'm not allowed
within 500 feet of her.

Where were you last night?

Right here. Why?

Anyone with you?

Just me and the four walls closing in.

She say
I was bothering her again?

Because I swear
I wasn't.

Miss Sandomir is dead.

No.

I just talked to her.
In person?

She called me.

Wanted to know...

how things were going
with the new shrink.

She referred him.
She was always good to me.

I guess
that's why I'm fixated.

She helped me get my disability
and get off the street.

Take my meds consistent.

The court order helped, too.
You still complying?

I take Fluphenazine.

Guess
I'm supposed to live...

with the drooling
and the shakes.

You're very talented.

Only when I'm crazy.

I haven't been able to work since
they forced me to take the medication.

Is it helping?
Depends.

I'm not hearing voices telling
me to rip my own throat out.

It's supposed to make me
better, so I can hold down a job.

Who the hell's
going to hire me like this?

I don't work. I'm going to be
out on the street again.

It's tragic,
what happened to Maggie.

Anything I can do?

Yes, we need
a list of her patients.

Anything except that.

Doctor, we understand you'd like
to protect their confidentiality...

but this is
a rape-murder investigation.

That list won't help you.

Why not?

These people
don't have addresses.

They're scattered
all over the city.

Can we get the schedule of when they're
due to come in for their medication?

So they can be traumatized
by the experience?

I betray their trust, they
don't show the next time.

It's hard enough to get them to
take their meds to begin with.

We can get a court order.

Then that's what
you'll have to do.

I'm not unsympathetic,
just protective.

And uncooperative.

My patients suffer from
manic depression...

mood disorders,
and schizophrenia.

That doesn't
make them killers.

Yet there's
an unbelievable stigma...

when most of them
are not violent.

Doctor, are all of
your patients under control?

If they take their meds and
work with their doctors, yes.

And if they don't?

Instead of hounding patients
struggling with their disease...

you should be checking the subject
of Maggie's thesis. Mark Nash.

And why doesn't he fall
under your protective cover?

Mark Nash
was non-compliant.

He refused
to take medication.

I absolutely believe
that medication and therapy...

give the best possible relief
for schizophrenia.

Maggie advocated a
patient's right to choose.

But how can a sick mind
even recognize that it's ill?

Lab came back on our
footprints. Only three sets.

The victim outside
and our witness, Maddox.

Looks like we're looking
for only one perp.

Nothing on Mark Nash.

No complaints, no violence.
Nothing. Zip.

First time
for everything.

So you think the guy
goes from zero...

to rape and murder
because he's schizophrenic?

If he's not in his right mind,
hell, yes.

And who is the arbiter of
mental health? Are you sane?

And how do you know if you're
not unless somebody tells you?

And how do they know
they're not?

What about Moreland?

He look good to you?

Nothing so far.
He's got no alibi.

But I don't see him going out
in that condition.

He stalked her. If anybody's
seen him lately, we'll find out.

Be hard to miss him with all the
facial twitches, tremors, and drool.

Probably extra-pyramidal.

I got Maggie Sandomir's thesis
from Dr. Klein.

That sounds like
the side effects...

you get from long-term
usage of anti-psychotics.

You get involuntary muscle
spasms among other things.

That's why a lot of them
refuse the medication.

Right, but we can't possibly
know which ones are dangerous...

when they are gonna snap...

That's why taking their meds
shouldn't be an option.

You'd suppress an individual's
right to refuse medical treatment?

For the public safety?
Absolutely.

Our John Doe is out of surgery and
awake. So let's get his statement.

All right, keep me posted.

How's he doing?
He still got all his parts?

Can't this wait?

And if he croaks
in the next five minutes?

He just came out
of major surgery.

We're trying to find out
who put him there.

Don't worry,
this'll be short and sweet.

Sir.

Yeah.

What's your name?
Miller.

Earl Miller.

Can we call anybody
for you?

No.

Did you get a good look
at who did this to you?

Slight...

white...

in 20s or 30s...

brown hair...

crazy.

I saw him attack that woman.

Crazy?
What, did he say something?

Russian something.

He spoke with an accent?

No.

Please.

Mr. Nash?

Mark Nash?

"Raskolnikov...

"it was I who killed...

the old pawnbroker woman
and her sister with an axe."

Mr. Nash, I'm going to
need to see your hands.

"317 rubles."

I need to see your hands.

"60 kopecks."

Mr. Nash,
why don't you stand up slowly?

Show me your hands. Put
your hands behind your head.

Down.

Mr. Nash,
you're under arrest.

"I do not repent."

That's great.

Mark, we already know
what happened,

so it's okay
for you to tell us.

You had an episode. You got
all lost in your head, right?

Did she say something...

or do something that set you
off? Is that why you hit her?

No. No. No. No.

Mark, I tell you, you hit her so
hard, she came out of her shoes.

You felt bad, so you tried to
put them back on her feet...

but you got them on the
wrong feet, is that right?

"Razumihin,
you think I'm mad?"

"Have a drink.
You'll feel better."

You've had enough
for all of us.

I can still smell
the beer on you.

You're not drunk, are you?

Is Maggie dead?

You know she is,
because you killed her.

And then you stabbed a
witness. He might not make it.

I hope he's dead.

So you did stab him?
Yes.

Mark.

Just calm down.

Mark, calm down,
okay?

We just want to help, so why
don't you sit down and we'll talk?

We won't be getting
anything out of him for now.

Not while
he's delusional.

Defense is going
to ask for a 730.

State Examiner will keep him
until he's fit for trial.

Maybe we'll get his story...

instead of Dostoyevsky's
Crime And Punishment.

We've got enough for the assault
to confine him to a state hospital.

The blood on the knife
came back as Miller's.

I'd like the gun
to close it up tight.

The M.E. found two hairs on the body,
follicles intact, so maybe we don't need it.

I never turn down
evidence.

Munch and Fin are talking to
Nash's mother in the interview room.

Let's serve her the notice while
she's here, and then go toss the house.

When he didn't come,
I went looking.

He didn't have his keys. He
loses them or forgets them.

I went to the market.
It was closed.

There was yellow
crime scene tape over it.

I've been running everywhere
trying to find my son.

In hospitals, police
stations, even the morgue.

Now I'm here.
So, please, what did Mark do?

Maggie Sandomir
is dead.

She was sexually assaulted
and shot in the back.

Oh, my...

Customer came in.
Wrong place, wrong time.

He got stabbed for his
trouble, but he'll make it.

My son isn't violent.

Mrs. Nash, he took a knife out of his
pocket, and his clothes are stained in blood.

This is impossible.

He adores Maggie.

He was so withdrawn, and she
took the time to reach him.

They spent evenings
together.

Sometimes he helped her
in the market.

They were close.

As close as Mark can be.

He would never hurt her.
Never.

He refuses to take any medication.
Has he ever been on anything?

Clozapine made
his white blood cells drop.

Chlorpromazine
made him sleep...

18 out of 24 hours
in a day.

He refuses to try again.

Does he drink?

Yes.

I never give him much money, but
he always manages to buy beer.

Did he ever show
any signs of violence?

Never.

Do you own a handgun?

Yes.

I understand
if you're afraid of him.

I bought that gun...

to protect Mark against
the neighborhood ignorants.

They chase him
and frighten him.

They're obsessed, terrified...

that he'll freak out and
hurt them or their children.

The media has done an excellent
job of demonizing schizophrenics...

so that
when people look at my son...

they don't see
a human being.

Mark doesn't scare me,
Detective.

Pathetic,
narrow-minded people do.

Ms. Cabot.

Matt Wooding,
counsel for Mark Nash.

Alex Cabot for the People.
Nice day for a walk in the park.

Maybe.
What are you offering?

10 years in
a state hospital.

Court-monitored medication
compliance for the duration.

That's a little stiff. Six inside,
remaining four on compliance.

No. Have you seen
the crime scene photos?

You've only got him
for Miller's assault.

Last I checked,
he was still breathing.

Just barely and now he's
missing a piece of action.

Eight inside,
five on compliance.

But if I find the murder
weapon, the deal's off the table.

You mean if you find a gun with
Mark's prints on it, don't you?

I'll talk to the mother.

We're looking for a. 38.

Suspect's mother owns one,
so concentrate on her bedroom.

I guess this is his corner.

He's got the right idea.
It just seems nutty to me.

You know, maybe it's his way of
making the shows more interesting.

Maggie gave Mark Nash a chance,
and it cost her, her life.

Is that your reason for doing
what you did in the interview?

What did I do?

Well, he was starting to talk.

If we had just gone at him
easy, he would've come around.

I asked the hard questions, he
confessed. They should all be that easy.

Six months out of the Academy,
I worked a crime scene...

where a schizophrenic hacked his father
to death and then he offed himself.

Whole place
was covered with blood.

Turns out
he stopped taking his meds.

Look, Olivia, that is your
experience with one guy.

Even shrinks
can't predict their behavior.

It's for their good that
they take their medication.

Okay, what are we gonna do? We
gonna shove pills down their throats?

If it will get the job done.

You're uncomfortable
with the mentally ill.

No, I am uncomfortable with
dangerous unpredictability.

I found this
in her lingerie drawer.

Been fired recently?

"People versus Mark Nash.

"The charges are one count
murder in the second degree...

"one count of rape
in the first degree...

"one count assault
in the first degree."

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Going for insanity.
What a surprise.

Self-defense.

Ms. Cabot?

Your Honor,
remand without bail.

The defendant is a serious
threat to the community.

We'd also like

a psych evaluation to
determine mental competence.

Objection. There's no reason to
assess the defendant's mental health.

We will stipulate that he suffers
from paranoid schizophrenia.

A debilitating disease,
but not an incapacitating one.

The defendant raped and fatally
shot one victim known to him...

and severely maimed an innocent
bystander who interrupted his crime.

I want to determine
whether or not...

his illness is a factor in the
commission of these brutal crimes.

The American Psychiatric Association
would strongly disagree...

with Ms. Cabot's
narrow-minded assumption...

that mental illness is always
a precursor to criminality.

That's very P.C., Counselor...

but let's just see what the members of
the A.P.A. actually have to say about it.

Remand without bail, pending
psychiatric evaluation.

The defendant reserves the
right to refuse medication.

So noted.

Shouldn't have
to take the poison.

Already got cyanide in my head. Don't
want any more. It's in the water.

Mark.
Agranulocytosis.

Seizures,
Tardive Dyskinesia...

Akathisia, Dystonia,
Torticollis...

Hypotension,
Parkinsonism.

Those are side effects
of anti-psychotics.

Mark, is the reason
you refuse medication...

that you prefer the world
you live in to reality?

I'd be crazy if I didn't,
wouldn't I?

Don't look at me.

Why not?

Because you can see
the books in my head.

What kind of books are they?

Prognostication.

I do it before I see it and
it's exactly like I saw it.

What do you see?

I see the safe.

Do you understand
what happened to Maggie?

Maggie died.
She was murdered.

I know that.
She was raped, too.

Yes.

Ugly.

What is?

How I feel about my mother.
Maggie understood...

that my hatred stemmed from a
matriarchal obsession with Christ.

I focus not on
the crucified...

but on the suffering
of his mother.

Did you study
psychology?

Of course.

Sociology, theology...

pathology...

I'm an autodidact.

I sometimes hate my mother.

If it weren't for
her great suffering...

then I could end all this.

Do you remember exactly
what happened to Maggie?

The safe.

The combination to the safe
is needed to get within it.

My life is in the safe, and the
keys are needed to get within.

Where is the safe?

Below the floor.
In hell.

I dream of angels,
but I live with demons.

Miller IDed the loon
out of the photo array.

Words have power, Fin.
Keep up the bad karma...

I see the Alzheimer's
in your future.

At least I won't remember
how great I used to be.

What did I miss?

Ben Moreland's prints
were found at the crime scene.

And according to DNA, the hairs
found on Maggie Sandomir's body...

are not Mark Nash's.

I can let you have that
real cheap.

It's not yours to sell.

Mr. Moreland is three months
behind in his rent.

There's an eviction process.
It's the law.

I followed every step.

Furniture's mine
and so is the art.

Moreland signed an agreement
before I put him out.

He said it was like Picasso
paying for his meals.

Any idea where he went?
No.

I can let you have that
for $50.

Take it inside
or I'm gonna have to fine you.

I haven't seen Ben Moreland
since the situation with Maggie.

We found him a new clinic.

Have you checked
with them?

They haven't seen him
in two weeks.

And it wasn't a situation.
He was stalking her.

I don't have time
for this.

I have a lot of patients
waiting to see me.

I suggest you cancel the rest
of your schedule...

because you're going to be
in lock-up for the duration.

On what charge?

Aiding and abetting a prime
suspect in a murder investigation.

Now look, Doctor...

we're not asking you to reveal
privileged information here.

Look, if Moreland was
coming to you for his meds...

then that means he was
homeless at the time.

So why don't you just tell
us where he liked to hang out?

Try the Shepherd's
Flock Shelter.

They used to let him
draw on the walls.

I think we should check out
the psych wards also.

Stabler.

When did that happen?

Thanks a lot.

Ben Moreland's
in the tombs.

What for?

Destruction of
private property.

You lied to us when you said
you hadn't seen Maggie.

No, I didn't.

We found your fingerprints
in the market.

I lied to the other
detectives, I didn't lie to you.

Did you kill Maggie Sandomir?

I did.

I'd like to do my time
at Creedmoor.

Just tell us
what happened first.

I went to
talk to Maggie.

I wanted her to tell that quack
she sent me to change my meds.

She told me to leave before
she had to call the cops.

Traitor.

That must have made you angry.

Sure.

Is that when you stabbed her?

And then I hit her
and she fell down.

And then I kicked her.

Twice.

Then what?

Ben, how did you kill Maggie?

You don't know?

You know,
they have an art studio there.

It's part of the therapy.

What is?

Painting.

I could probably have
my own wall.

Take a blood sample
to match against the hairs.

If it comes back negative,
cut him loose.

We are now down to
zero suspects. Any thoughts?

We haven't looked at Miller.

You think our second victim's
the doer?

He's got no ID.

But wait, he just recently
moved here, right?

From New Hampshire. They
never heard of him either.

An alias?

No hits on NCIC.

Granted it looks suspicious, but
I hope there's another reason...

to turn the screws
on one of our victims.

How about
why that market...

when his address is
20 blocks away?

I mean, that's a hell of a
hump for a midnight snack.

When we asked, he said he was on
his way home from visiting a friend.

This friend have a name?

Oh, God.

I wonder when
I can have solid food again.

So, what can I do for you?

Just want to go over
your statement.

Want to make sure
we didn't miss anything.

Now you told detectives
you were coming home...

from a friend's house,
is that correct?

That's right.

And the friend's name?

Why?

Depending on the D.A.,
they might want...

to call your friend in to testify
as to what time you went home.

I thought
it was a no-brainer.

I heard the guy was found
with the knife in his pocket...

and my blood on his clothes.

Just give us his name, Mr. Miller,
and we'll get out of your hair.

The thing is, I wasn't
with a friend, actually.

I was with a pro.

Oh, okay. Her place?

Her car.
And her name?

Why would I want to know that?

Thanks.

Changing his story.

A prostitute in that
neighborhood with a car?

You notice
his eating habits?

It's convict posture.
It's pretty hard to shake.

Excuse me, miss.

Yes?

Can you go into Mr. Miller's
room, and remove his food tray...

but don't touch
anything on it?

Sure. No problem.
Thank you.

Earl Miller's prints
belong to Earl Gilmore.

Did a seven-out-of-twelve-year
stretch in Sing Sing for armed robbery.

So maybe
he goes in to steal...

but he does Maggie instead...

Nash is the witness, he sees
the attack on his friend...

grabs the knife
and shreds his stem.

In his mind, poetic justice.
In anybody's mind.

Any sex offense charges
that didn't hold up?

Not one.

Seven years in Sing Sing could change
anybody into a sexual predator...

and make them smart enough to know that
DNA can nail you if you don't use a condom.

We run Gilmore's blood
from the crime scene...

we'll get a DNA match,
I guarantee it.

It's a chain of evidence
issue. Check with Cabot.

If it's a match, it might
be enough for probable cause.

Munch, Fin, head up to Ossining
and get his prison file.

Can't they send it?

And while you're there,
talk to anybody who recalls...

the ex-con's reputation.

Some incidents just
don't make it into the file.

Earl Gilmore's file.

All you had to do
is make a phone call.

I'd have sent it over
immediately.

Truth is we wanted
a drive in the country.

Gilmore cause
any problems?

The usual disruptions.

Nothing serious, or we'd have
flagged him before parole.

Which guards were assigned
to Gilmore's cellblock?

Why?

We'd like to talk to them and get
some background on the prisoner.

Best people to do that are the
ones that eyeballed him every day.

I don't think
that's necessary.

All the information you need
is in that file.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I haven't seen tap dancing like
that since Bring In 'Da Noise.

He's protecting his flank.

He wants no appearance
that they paroled a convict...

with violent tendencies back
into the unsuspecting population.

It says right here
the shift changes at four.

Guard named Wheeler
comes on then.

You want to wait?
Why him?

He filed most of
the petty complaints.

He might've objected
to the hump's early release.

You suppose we can get
a home address on Wheeler?

I'll wait right here
while you go back and ask.

Gary Wheeler?

You Wheeler?

Yeah.

You remember an ex-con
named Earl Gilmore?

Got out last year.
Should've done the whole bit.

Why you say that?
Was he a hard ass?

When he rotated in,
he had the usual bluster...

right up until lights out.

His cell mate initiated him
into life at Sing Sing.

How bad was that?

Fourteen stitches and
a week in the infirmary.

Ouch.

It went from bad to worse till
Gilmore decided to pump up.

Smuggled in steroids instead
of the regular contraband.

Steroids made him
more aggressive?

And strong as hell.

He never once lifted a finger
against the guards...

but when the new meat arrived,
he was on it like a hungry dog.

Blood matches the hairs.

But don't arrest him yet.
Why not?

It's all circumstantial.

I don't have the murder weapon and I need
a credible witness to charge him with rape.

Mark Nash is a witness.
I said credible.

He's psychotic.

Even if I wanted to...

I couldn't instruct a jury
to disregard his delusions.

So you're saying you can't win
with what we've given you.

You ever hear of
reasonable doubt?

I need the gun.

This is exactly where
Gilmore was found.

I don't see him getting
very far in his condition.

He's laying here,
he slips the gun in...

with the rest of the garbage.
He's home free.

Wait a minute, there was
more garbage here before.

Yeah. Trash is collected every
Wednesday, if we're lucky.

That was last week?
What company do you use?

Hell if I know.

Lassiter. Lassiter Sanitation.

Is it possible to pinpoint
exactly where it is now?

Sure. Each truck carries
22 tons of garbage.

It takes 70, 80 trucks
to fill a barge.

Sounds like
we're wasting our time.

Trust me. Whatever you're
looking for, we'll find it.

Look, even with 800 tons
of garbage in a barge...

I know exactly where each
of my trucks are off-loaded.

We'll just cart it to Staten Island,
have the Hazmat guys sift through it.

When did we do the pickup?
Last Wednesday.

I'm sorry,
I can't help you.

Why not?
Where's the barge now?

Somewhere down river,
on its way to Virginia.

You cannot force Mr. Nash
to take anti-psychotics.

He has rights.

One of those rights is the
right to refuse medication.

Isn't there any way to use the
assault charge to force him?

He exhibited a violent
reaction against someone.

Doesn't that constitute a
danger to himself and others?

Until I can prove it, no.

He hasn't been convicted
of anything.

What about his mother?

His mother has instructed
their attorney...

that under no circumstances is
her son to receive medication.

She's certain it's his wish,
and she's adamant about it.

Then we're out of options.

Gilmore walks on murder, and the
witness goes to jail for knifing him.

Rikers...

can't be all that comfortable
for Mr. Nash.

I can't imagine
it's fun for anybody. Why?

The general population wouldn't
be sensitive to his disease.

You want me to cut him a deal
so he can go home.

In order to prove
self-defense...

your client has to testify
on his own behalf...

and I don't see him doing that
without medication.

You have a suspect.

Earl Gilmore, ex-con,
out on parole.

He went up once
for armed robbery.

That's why
he went in that market.

There was no money missing,
so it's just conjecture...

unless I get a lucid statement
from your client saying otherwise.

My client refuses medication.

Then he's going to prison. I've
got him cold for assault one.

What are you selling,
Ms. Cabot?

I'll rule it justifiable in exchange
for a statement about the entire event.

You want him on medication.

An injection of an anti-psychotic
that'll last about a month.

Risks?

Without psychiatric care, Mr. Nash will
be ill equipped to deal with reality.

And any medication carries
the risk of side effects.

Why such
a long-acting injection?

If I need Mr. Nash for trial,
he's medicated.

If I get a confession from
Gilmore, the drug will wear off...

and he could go back
to his psychosis...

if that's what he still wants.

No. No.

No.

I think
you just got your answer.

Who did that to your face,
Mr. Nash?

Would you like to go home?
Yes. I want to go home.

You have to agree to take your
medication, or you have to stay here.

I'll take the medication.

I'd rather talk
to you guys anyway.

Gonna do a lineup
or something?

No, you picked him out of
the photos. No question.

That guy shanked you.

But he tells a different story, so
we were wondering if you wanted...

to amend your statement.

You're going to listen
to a nut job over me?

You said
when you entered the store...

you didn't see anything
right away, is that correct?

Yeah.
You went to get a six-pack.

That's when you see the guy behind
the counter over the victim, right?

That's what I told you.

So why didn't he
just shoot you?

He came after me.

I ran,
ducking between the aisles.

Maybe he couldn't get
a shot off. I don't know.

Is that when
he stabbed you in the back?

Yeah.

Hurt like a bitch, too.

You buy that?
Yeah.

What if you're our perp? You get
stabbed, there's a big struggle.

Somehow you manage to escape.
You've lost a lot of blood...

you collapse, crawl to the street because
you've got to get rid of the gun...

put it in the trash,
that was smart.

I don't know, Munch. If I'm
Gilmore and I got a gun...

why don't I just shoot
the guy with the knife?

He thinks he's alone.

Clerk's dead, so he put
the gun in his pocket...

but when he got attacked
he couldn't get to it,

fending off knife blows
from behind.

How's that sound?

I want a lawyer.

Don't give my son anything.

Mrs. Nash,
he agreed to this.

Because you forced him.

You already know what happened
in the market that night.

Mark's done nothing wrong.
Why are you doing this?

Ma'am, because he is
the witness to Maggie's death.

We can't make our case
without him.

So you treat him
like a criminal.

You never asked him.

You hold a gun to his head and you
have the audacity to say that he agreed.

Prison or this.

Mark, you don't have
to do this...

Mom.
I'll figure something out.

They told me...

I will find a way
to keep you out of jail.

I can't go back.

The bars. There's microwaves in the
bars, so they can read your mind.

They put razors in the food.
I spit up blood.

He signed an agreement.

He didn't know
what he was doing.

You would have to get a competency
hearing to supersede his rights.

Months. It would take months.

I talked to Maggie.

She told me she wanted to die.

You cut me!

Show me your cards.

Seven years in prison...

turned your client
into a sexual predator.

Really? How do you prove it?

I find and put every man he
raped in prison on the stand.

Not without making
a lot of deals.

I don't think the public
would appreciate it.

Next?
He was at the scene.

He likes to shop there.
So what?

So I've got
a potential witness.

And what else?

DNA.
Not possible.

Your client
is a very stupid man.

Who you calling stupid,
you scum-sucking bitch?

Plead to life now...

or wait for
my witness's statement...

and end up with
a potassium chloride cocktail.

Ten minutes.

Do you remember
what happened that night?

Maggie was killed.

Did you see anyone
enter the market?

No.

I usually stayed
in the cold case.

I like beer.

I heard a loud pop.

That's when I saw the guy.

He was standing over Maggie.

Her pants were down,
but she wasn't moving.

Did you see him
rape her?

No.

But I know
he did it.

He was exposed.

He was searching
through her pockets...

looking for the keys
to the safe.

Where's the safe?

It's in the floor
behind the counter.

I didn't know
if Maggie was still alive.

That's when I grabbed
the knife and stabbed him.

Did he have a gun?

I saw the bulge.
It was in his pocket.

He lifted his hands
to fight me...

so I stabbed him lower.

When he went down, I went to
Maggie. I didn't see him leave.

Mark...

was Maggie already dead?

I couldn't let anyone
see her like that.

I know
she wouldn't have liked it.

So I did what I could...

and then I had to get away.

Why didn't you
call the police?

Why didn't you wait?
For what?

My friend was dead.

He did that to her...

and she didn't yell for me.

While he brutalized her...

threatened her with a gun...

she didn't make a sound.

Not once.

Deal's off the table. Your
client's headed for death row.

That's up to a jury.

For my sake and yours,
don't talk to anybody.

Please stand up.

What's going on?

See you
in court.

Earl Gilmore...

you are charged with the murder
and rape of Maggie Sandomir.

When I said I'd have dinner with
you, I thought we might be sitting.

We'll sit in the car.

You're a classy guy,
you know that?

Yes, I am. Yeah, I do.
You know something?

I'm paying for it.

It's on me, don't worry.
Stabler.

Be right there.
What?

Here.
Let's go to the hospital.

I'm Dr. Warner.
You the SVU detectives?

Yeah, Stabler. This is
Benson. What happened?

Strangulation.

Belt around the neck and
hospital bed post. He asphyxiated.

Very effective.

Why would he...

The meds made him lucid. But with
the voices gone, so were his friends.

Loneliness led to depression
and then to suicide.

You can't face a reality
you're not used to living in.

His parents been contacted?

His mother's coming down
to ID the body.

Mrs. Nash...

I'm so sorry.

Go to hell.