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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.

It looks like a good six inches of standing water.

It's perfect breeding conditions.

Center for Disease Control.

Terrorists poisoned the water?

No, ma'am, we're just screening

for mosquito infestation.

That bug spray?

No, it's an aspirator.

It collects specimens,

which are then sent back to Atlanta for testing.

For what?

West Nile virus.

We have that on this block?

No, this is just random testing.

Nothing to worry about.

Could be something in the bag, maybe.

Let's check it out.

Oh, my God.

Please.

Tell me that's a baby doll.

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Newborn. Caucasian female.

Five, six pounds tops.

Tossed down the sewer.

If the water'd been any higher,

little tike'd been washed out to the East River.

Umbilical cord's still attached.

Tied off with dental floss.

We got a home birth.

Newborns are ten times more likely

to be killed their first day of life than any other time.

So, odds are we're looking at a mom who freaked out?

There's no obvious trauma. ME here yet?

En route,

but the guy that found it is a doctor.

Knows a thing or two.

Endocrinologist.

Actually, I'm an entomologist.

I was studying larval activity and I found blowfly

on the body.

Maggots.

Freshly laid-- which tells me she had not

been down there more than three hours.

Well, if it was the mom,

she couldn't have traveled far this soon after delivery.

If she lives nearby,

it shouldn't be too hard

to find a new mom missing a baby.

Yeah, we got a tenant about to pop.

Name's Brianna Morris.

Moved into 2-H three months ago.

Who with?

Nobody. So she said.

Didn't mention she was pregnant.

It's a hard thing to hide.

Well, she wore bulky clothes.

When it became obvious, I made a passing inquiry.

She denied it.

How old a girl are we talking?

Uh... early twenties.

Boyfriends?

No, not that I was introduced to.

Miss Morris!

I got a leak down in 1-H, gotta check your pipes.

You there?!

Miss Morris!

I got some people with me.

Yo.

I don't think Mom

got rid of the baby.

I don't think she made it out of the delivery room.

Dead.

Then who dumped that baby?

I can't imagine who would do something that horrible.

Brianna have any family or friends?

Not that she ever mentioned.

You two were friendly.

She helped me with my groceries...

and she picked up

some birdseed once when I ran out.

This was at my birthday in August.

Hardly the life of the party, huh?

She was a sad girl,

but my birds just loved her,

so she must have been a good person.

Was there a daddy in the picture?

No.

Any prospective step-daddies?

Not since she moved here.

Poor thing... was always alone.

We know she had a visitor last night

or early this morning.

Did you see anyone?

No.

Hear anything?

I'm sorry.

I'm stone deaf without this.

The little buggers make so much noise in the morning,

I just put it in an hour ago.

I heard someone knocking over there about 6:00 a.m.

Must have been banging pretty loud.

No, just regular. I work from home.

My desk is right by the door.

What'd you hear after that? Not a peep.

A woman had a friggin' baby across the hall

and you don't hear that?

I don't know. She was a quiet girl.

No woman's quiet during childbirth.

Sorry.

Nobody saw or heard anything.

Or bothered to get to know her.

Okay, a girl that age

carrying that kind of baggage

had to reach out to somebody.

Mm-hmm.

Someone helped deliver this baby.

Even cleaned up the afterbirth.

So how did he kill her?

I can't rule yet that anyone did.

Like mother like daughter.

I've got no obvious cause of death on either.

Are you saying they might've died in childbirth?

You rarely see it nowadays, but Mom could've had

a blood or amniotic fluid clot, even a stroke.

I'll let you know after the autopsies.

Phone line works.

She should have called for help.

Well, killers don't usually encourage that.

Killers usually cut the phone lines

and don't wait around for labor.

There's no evidence of foul play yet.

What about a baby down the sewer?

Somebody who thought they were helping?

With friends like that...

Maybe it was somebody who found her too late.

They pick up where she left off

hiding her dirty little secret.

Well, who are they trying to kid?

It's obvious she gave birth.

Well, it tracks with having it at home.

Hospitals document newborns.

She didn't want anyone to know.

Someone did.

Prenatals, prescribed by a Dr. Curtis.

Brianna wasn't due

for another three weeks.

When was the last time you saw her?

Last Tuesday. There was no indication

she was ready to deliver.

Years ago I was involved in a shootout.

My wife saw it on the news, gave birth

to our second kid right there a month early.

Extreme trauma, emotional or physical, can trigger labor.

Anybody causing Brianna anxiety?

Maybe the baby's father?

She never mentioned one.

Not once in eight months?

Well, I only saw her for the last three.

Before that she went to Manhattan Free Clinic.

BENSON: That's a big price jump to this place.

Well, you get what you pay for.

She took every test available

and spared no expense.

Any problems?

Medically, no, but...

I had my concerns.

About?

She was very detached from the pregnancy.

She didn't want to know the sex,

didn't want to see the ultrasound,

didn't even want to hear the heartbeat.

Unusual for an expectant mother.

( beeping )

Oh, I've got to take this. Excuse me.

My secretary can help you

with anything that you need.

Thanks.

Did not sound like Brianna wanted this baby.

Then why spend all that money on its care?

I've had four kids. Insurance does pay

for any of those extra tests, I'll tell you.

Excuse me. Brianna Morris's payment history.

Can I get a copy of that?

It's in my "problem" file.

Last week's payment was declined.

The credit card is in the name

of a Ron Wolcott. Who's that?

I don't know.

He's never been in.

Not a bad place for a guy with credit problems.

Well, maybe he gave too much to charity

helping out young, unwed mothers.

May I help you?

Police. Does a Ron Wolcott live here?

Yes, that's my husband.

What's this about?

We think he may be the victim

of identity theft.

Someone's been using one of his credit cards.

Oh, no. How much have they charged?

$20,000, to a Dr. Curtis.

But... that's Brianna's OB-GYN.

You know Brianna?

Of course.

She's carrying our baby.

Why would somebody kill our baby?

STABLER: Brianna was a surrogate?

No, the baby was hers.

We were adopting it.

Emily Rose.

We've had that name picked out for ten years now.

That's how long we've been trying.

We just couldn't get pregnant.

We tried in vitro three times.

And then you found Brianna.

She was living in a hellhole.

We got her a place in a safer neighborhood.

We paid her expenses.

She was doing manual labor.

It wasn't safe for the baby.

Why'd you cut off the credit card?

We didn't.

One of our cards is maxed out.

I took care of it.

Um, which adoption agency did you go through?

We didn't. It was set up

through a mutual friend.

Who's that?

Marcy Cochran.

She's the wife of one of Ron's coworkers in R&D.

Where?

The Flavor Institute in Bergen.

And how does this Marcy Cochran know Brianna?

Marcy does a lot

of volunteer work.

Brianna called her hotline.

WOMAN: Metro Help Line.

Are you having those thoughts right now?

Brianna tried to commit suicide?

No, but she was thinking about it.

Why?

She'd just found out she was pregnant.

She was overwhelmed.

She said she couldn't handle her own life,

let alone the responsibility of a baby.

She have any family?

Father jumped ship before she was born.

Mother was abusive, dumped her in foster care at five.

She didn't want the cycle

repeating itself.

She ever mention the baby's father?

Yeah. She met him in the park.

He was the man of her dreams...

till the next morning.

The number he gave her was fake.

She never heard from him again.

You get this involved with all of your calls?

We're not supposed to.

This girl broke my heart.

I gave her my home number.

We talked every night.

Convincing her

to give up the baby.

It was a win-win.

Ron and Kelly were desperate

and Brianna could not have found better parents.

When was the last time you talked?

Four days ago.

And what was going on?

Whatever you are thinking,

the Wolcotts would never have hurt Brianna.

Why would we think that?

This is gonna sound horrible for someone in my position.

Brianna and I had a fight.

About what?

My idiot husband.

I told him something in confidence,

and he went and told Ron Wolcott.

What'd he tell him?

That Brianna was keeping the baby.

Why would the Wolcotts lie?

To cover the grand poo-bah of motives.

They were ripped off.

They were desperate for this baby.

She was the only light

at the end of a ten-year-long tunnel.

And it just wasn't the emotional investment.

I pulled their financials.

They were stretched pretty tight.

They'd already dropped a chunk of change

trying to get pregnant.

Now they've got doctor's bills,

maternity clothes, rent, food...

This baby was bought and paid for.

And they're left with squat.

No baby, no refund.

And no recourse. The biological mother

can change her mind at any time.

BENSON: The Wolcotts must have been furious.

They go to Brianna's apartment.

They try to reason with her.

Things get ugly, maybe a shoving match.

Brianna falls, goes into labor.

And, what? They deliver the baby themselves?

They give it the old college try,

but things go south.

First the mother dies, then the baby.

Which goes down the sewer, along with their dreams.

That's pretty out there.

Let's run this by Warner, see if any of it floats.

WARNER: The baby exsanguinated.

Bled to death?

How? There were no wounds.

Through the umbilical cord.

But we saw it-- it was tied off.

Not until after the baby had lost

more than half her blood.

Maybe this was an accident.

The Wolcotts wanted that baby alive.

Well, someone definitely wanted the mom dead.

Perp knew how to kill her without leaving a mark.

She bled out, too?

That would have taken much longer

for a full-grown adult.

This woman was Burked.

What the hell is that?

An arcane method

of suffocation, dating back to 19th century Scotland.

Thought up by two men selling cadavers

to medical schools who ran out of dead bodies.

So they created their own?

Quickest way was to sit on the victim's chest

while holding the nose and mouth.

You found petechial hemorrhaging.

Which I originally attributed to pushing during labor,

but then I found this.

Compression indentation here on the sternum.

Matches the button on her maternity dress.

Perp sat on her.

Any defensive wounds?

Fingernail scrapings?

She couldn't fight back. She was injected

with Versed, a powerful sedative that paralyzes.

But doesn't knock you out.

Brianna would have felt everything going on

but couldn't lift a finger to resist.

Wait a minute. How can you

go into labor if you're paralyzed?

Pitocin causes the cervix to dilate.

Which pregnant women produce naturally.

But I found evidence of a synthetic form

in the anal cavity.

I'd say your perp incapacitated her with the Versed

and then gave her a Pitocin suppository to induce labor.

And ripped the baby right out of her.

You know, when you said Flavor Institute,

we thought you worked in a candy store.

What are you doing here?

What are you? "CH3C

OO5H11."

He's a chemist.

What are you cooking?

Not that it's any of your business,

but isoatyl acetate.

Whoa! That sounds pretty hardcore.

It's the dominant component in banana flavoring.

What the hell is this about?

Your degree in chemistry,

and the fact that Brianna

was drugged before her death.

You can't possibly think

I had anything to do with that.

You and your wife both knew Brianna

had changed her mind.

Why did you lie to us?

I knew, but she didn't.

That's why I didn't want

to say anything in front of her.

You expect us to believe

that you didn't tell your wife

that she wasn't getting a baby?

I thought I could convince Brianna

to do the right thing.

By killing her?

By cutting off my credit card

to show her she couldn't possibly support a child.

STABLER: Brianna put quite a dent in your bank account.

She owed you.

You were just taking

what was rightfully yours.

You really botched it up, though.

This was my daughter.

I didn't do this.

Brianna was having last-minute doubts,

but I knew she'd come around.

STABLER: Not according to your phone records.

You were hounding her right up until the day she died.

Not in person.

I might have called her too much,

but I certainly didn't kill her by phone.

There's a bathroom upstairs.

Luminol anywhere he might have washed up.

Why are you doing this to us?

Because your husband has a penchant for lying.

You never noticed?

No. Ron is honest to a fault.

Mrs. Wolcott,

he swore that you had no idea

that Brianna was keeping the baby.

Now, if you did know, he lied to us.

If you didn't,

he lied to you.

You have no idea what I've been through.

He lied to protect me.

Uh-huh.

Did your husband

ever bring his work home with him?

No. No? Then what are these?

I don't know.

Look like pharmaceuticals to me.

It's in the warrant. Bag it.

Who the hell are you?

That's our new ADA.

Casey Novak, Olivia Benson.

Olivia, this is Casey Novak.

Do I know you?

Yeah. Shortstop. Cop's team. Come here.

Oh, right. I didn-/////!t recognize you

when you weren't covered in my dust.

That's very good.

It's my case. What are you doing here?

It's not your job. We're the detectives.

And I'm very hands-on.

I like to see my cases through from beginning to end.

Well, things are being handled just fine here.

Great. Tell you what.

Let me take a quick sweep,

and then we can go to the crime scene together.

It's already been processed.

Not by me.

STABLER: So what microscopic piece of evidence

do you expect to find in Brianna's apartment

that the crime techs didn't turn up?

You never know.

Death doesn't stop the mailman.

Anyone check her box since she died?

Had it rerouted to the station.

Brianna hit the gravy train with this couple.

Why would she cut them off?

Because her maternal instincts finally kicked in.

Or she found a higher bidder.

Let's look for a paper trail to another couple.

We could, but it would be a waste of time.

Why? Because I suggested it?

No. Because she just checked out

all these books on child-rearing.

She was keeping the baby.

How do you know when she got them?

'Cause they were checked out from the library.

And I'd say, judging from the due date,

a couple of days before her death.

Skin Diseases of the Elderly?

Why would a 22-year-old pregnant woman need this?

Beats me. But we'll be sure to let you know

as soon as we find out.

FIN: Recognize this girl?

WOMAN: Oh, of course. She'd just sit

and read the periodicals all day.

So what else can you tell us about her?

She was determined to better herself.

Always checked out self-help books.

Like what? Cashing In On Your Inner Child?

Seems like you got to know Brianna.

Just from her reading list.

I tried to talk about the baby, but it was a touchy subject.

Until last week. She cleared off the baby shelf.

It was the oddest thing.

First, she came to the counter, very anxious.

Asked how she could find information

about someone in her magazine.

Who? I don't know.

I sent her to Josephine in computers.

JOSEPHINE: Yeah, I remember her.

The article was from a new magazine called Good Looks.

Who was it about? A celebrity? Athlete?

Dermatologist. I looked up his bio for her.

Wrote a book called...

Skin Diseases of the Elderly?

That's it.

Dermatologists are MDs.

Easy access to drugs like Versed and Pitocin.

And everybody goes to medical school

learns how to deliver a baby.

Dr. Archibald Newlands.

She said why she wanted information on this guy?

She didn't have to.

The next thing she asked

was how to file a paternity suit.

DR. NEWLANDS: How could I be the father of her baby?

I never met her till last week.

Let me refresh your memory.

Eight months ago?

No. Maybe a quickie.

She just came to you out of the blue.

No. Magazine article.

Apparently, I bore

a striking resemblance to an ex-boyfriend.

You two work through this at your apartment?

No. My office.

I tried to tell her she was mistaken,

but she caused a scene.

I had to call security.

What time did you get into work on Monday?

Traffic was heavy coming in from my beach house.

I didn't get in till about 9:30.

Yeah. Morning commute is a bitch.

Around 7:00. What time did you leave?

Can anyone vouch for that?

My wife.

She's also my partner--

doing sclerotherapy down the hall.

You guys commute in together?

Usually. But, that day, my wife had grand rounds.

Grand rounds. That's a nice-looking family.

I can't comprehend why someone would

try to hurt them like this.

Well, it's easy enough to clear up.

Just take a paternity test.

I was just about to suggest that.

So who's our daddy?

Results aren't back yet.

You were supposed to call as soon as you found anything.

What's this I hear? You're onto a new suspect?

We found the guy that Brianna believed was the father.

He's not copping to it, though.

That's why you have to come to me.

I can get an order for a paternity test.

He offered it up voluntarily.

It's usually a bad sign when we get it so easily.

What about the chemist?

His alibi is solid.

Everybody's after the flavor of the month,

so the place he works in has hidden cameras everywhere.

He got in at 6:00, and stayed there all morning.

And what about the pharmaceuticals

we found at his house?

That was a sample case a sales rep sent him.

Our tech said no combination could make Pitocin or Versed.

So he really was shielding his wife.

Last call for bets

on Dr. Newlands' paternity test.

Just give us the results, John.

What do you want--

the good news or the bad news first?

John. He's not the father.

So what's the good news?

We cleared a cold case.

You can't come in here.

There's no need to get a worry wrinkle, ma'am.

I'm sure Dr. Newlands' wife

will be happy to finish your Botox.

Why?

You need to come with us.

I never touched that woman.

We know. You like them much younger.

What are you talking about?

We ran the sample that you volunteered

through our system.

We got a hit.

To what?

DNA you left in a six-year-old girl

that you raped in '98.

There must be some mistake.

DNA doesn't lie.

Well, then you have to know

I'm not the father of that dead girl's baby.

Doesn't mean you didn't kill her.

Why on earth would I?

Brianna making all those wild accusations.

That could have ruined your practice.

Broken up your family.

I see what you're doing.

You can't get me on murder,

so you frame me for this other thing.

Hey, you, this other thing is an innocent girl

whose childhood you stole.

I didn't.

You know what her biggest fear was before you?

Starting the first grade.

She told her mom that she was ready for big-girl clothes,

so they drove out to the mall in Paramus.

Where you were lurking in the children's department.

I've never even been to Paramus.

You lured her into that dressing room.

This doesn't make any sense.

You want to know what doesn't make any sense?

That you could stop at just one.

You see, it's not in a pedophile's nature.

I'm not a pedophile.

Yeah, you are. You're just a well-read one.

DNA convictions start hitting the news,

you start covering your tracks.

And your johnson.

But we're going to find your other victims.

And all of your cellmates are going to know

exactly how many you raped.

Detectives, a minute?

Where's Cragen?

I don't know.

Then you don't interrupt me.

When I'm in there with a perp,

you stand here, you watch through

the one-way, you see where we are.

Where we are is three months past

the five-year statute of limitations.

We can't touch him.

We know that.

He's technically not under arrest.

Then why is he in there? He's a person of special

interest in a string of other cases.

Yeah, which ones?

That's what we were trying to find out.

By the book?

Trust me, that guy in there has a lot of other victims

whose time hasn't run out.

And we still like him for Brianna.

ADA Novak, Trevor Langan.

I assume you're here to protect your pedophile.

Alleged pedophile.

And Casey and I go way back.

To Wall Street.

Most of his clients

just screw employees out of pension plans.

Well, this one didn't screw anyone.

If he's not charged, I'll be collecting him.

Detective Benson, my client has nothing more to say to you.

Not going to be talking to him again.

Did you get anything?

No, thanks to you.

There's got to be other victims.

We ran the M.O. There's nothing at malls.

They've got security cameras everywhere.

He knew to change it up.

Smart ones change M.O.s,

but no one changes signature.

Look, we've both been through Molly's file.

If he had some kind of telltale quirk...

they didn't get it out of her.

She's older now.

Maybe there's something she remembers.

I don't know, I was a kid then. It was a long time ago.

Molly, we found the man that did it.

Good. I hope they kill him in jail.

Actually, he's not in jail yet.

Why not?

The law lets us pursue someone for only so long.

We caught this guy a little too late.

You guys suck.

I hate to do this to her.

It's for her.

Molly, I know it seems like everyone let you down,

but we want to make it right.

Well, you can't.

We think that he's hurting other little girls.

So go bother them.

We need your help

to figure out who they are.

How would I know?

Maybe there was something...

that he did with you that could link him to the others.

Then we could put him away.

Like what?

You know, it could be anything.

Something small that at the time you didn't even realize

meant anything.

A smell...

a phrase that he kept repeating...

Molly...

or maybe something too embarrassing to tell, huh?

( sobbing )

It's okay, honey.

( sobbing continues )

It's okay.

He tells her they're giving away free candy.

She follows him into a back dressing room.

Where was Mom?

Ten feet away,

digging through the sales rack.

He locks the door, exposes himself,

squirts honey on it, tells her to lick it.

He carries a bottle of honey around?

Packets.

Probably got it at the food court.

He tells her that she's going to like it,

that it's sweet, tastes like a lollipop.

She doesn't want to,

but he won't open the door till she does it.

She's six and scared.

One lick flips his switch.

He rapes her.

We've been going through the tri-state 61s, looking for a match.

I got one. Alicia Hahn, eight years old.

Happened at the Bronx Zoo.

Lured into a bathroom. Same packet of honey.

CRAGEN: When?

Two months ago.

Bring Newlands in for a lineup.

You can't do that.

Why?

The victim is eight years old.

And she deserves justice.

STABLER: And if she picks the wrong guy,

you've just given him exculpatory evidence.

Which is admissible at trial.

I'm willing to take that chance.

CRAGEN: Lineup is a bad idea.

Adults have enough trouble making an I.D.

It's way too risky with a kid.

It happened two months ago.

How could she possibly forget him?

I don't know.

LANGAN: Good enough for me.

Take your time, Alicia.

This is very important.

Yeah, she knows that.

Do you need to stop now?

Please, just one more look.

And this time really concentrate.

I was.

LANGAN: She can't see what's not there.

NOVAK: Do you see him?

Is it number...

is it number...

two?

Excuse me, I have a motion to file.

Was I wrong?

You did just great, Alicia.

I'm going to take you home now, okay, honey?

Come on. It's okay.

I'm sorry.

Could you have been any tougher on that little girl?

Like she hasn't already been traumatized enough.

I'm sorry.

Nobody thinks that they can do this at first.

I wanted straight homicides.

You know, all the glory, no living victims.

Lesson number one,

nobody can handle the children.

How do you?

Well, I'm not going to lie to you.

It doesn't get easier.

All this sickness and perversion.

I mean, what do you say to your boyfriend

when you go home at night?

I don't actually have one.

Because of the job?

Well, I try to date.

Things go great until they ask what I do.

It's not exactly

dinner conversation, huh?

The ones that don't pull away immediately

lean in, way too interested,

wanting to hear all the sick, twisted details.

And, um, either way, it's always the last date.

It must be easier for the male detectives.

Well, let's see...

Fin never talks about his love life at work,

and Elliot doesn't talk about work at home, and...

and Munch has just given up.

Then why do you guys do it?

Because somebody has to.

Did you ever taken your girls to the Bronx Zoo, Mrs. Newlands?

A few times.

Lynnette is obsessed with giraffes.

NOVAK: A lot of kids are.

Your husband must have really enjoyed himself.

That's not funny.

He told me all about these ridiculous new allegations.

They're not allegations, they're fact.

We've been married 15 years.

I think I would have picked up on something like that by now.

If you haven't, you're in serious denial,

which is frightening, given your daughter's ages.

That is sick.

He has never been inappropriate with them.

What about with their friends?

I think you should go now.

Listen to me, there's no question

that your husband is a pedophile.

He stood in a lineup.

What more do we have to do to convince you?

DNA evidence is irrefutable, Doctor.

We have his in one of the victims.

He never told me that.

Who are you?

Casey Novak, assistant district attorney.

What the hell are you doing here?

Please... if you've been covering up for him,

tell me now.

Get out.

Think of your little girls.

I'm calling my attorney.

She has nothing linking my client to this crime.

I have a particularly vile and unique M.O.

She has no DNA, no witnesses,

and the victim looked right at him,

but picked a different man from the lineup.

This was a scared little girl who blocked out her assailants.

Remember, she'd been brutalized.

According to her, by suspect number two, not my client.

That's such bull.

Maybe, but you haven't established

a prima facie case, Counselor.

If you've got something, time to show your cards.

I have a prior victim.

Same approximate age, same packet of honey,

and I do have his DNA in this one.

Which is inadmissible.

The clock ran out on that case three months ago.

Molineaux.

Her testimony would be introduced solely to establish pattern.

Your Honor, if you let that in, it's all over.

The jury will convict based on the prior bad act alone.

I'll have to agree.

The physical evidence is too dispositive.

Your Honor...

Let's split the difference.

DNA is out, but I'll allow you to argue M.O.

...you have him call me.

Thank you.

Right. I got to go.

Your Honor, the People are ready.

Where's your client, Mr. Langan?

I just put in a call to his wife,

and my assistant is checking local hospitals.

Oh, please.

He hasn't been in an accident.

He's obviously fled.

If you have any knowledge

of your client's whereabouts, Counselor...

I don't.

But if I could just have a short recess...

Bail is forfeited.

I'm ordering a bench warrant for his arrest.

( clearing throat )

Let's hope he didn't flee the country.

I'll get started on freezing his accounts.

Check out Langan.

He just got a phone call.

I'd rather check his caller I.D.

Anyone we know?

Where?

Where can I meet you?

You know, it wouldn't take much to swank this place up.

You ever think of investing in a restaurant-bar?

With your track record? No way.

I heard about that dive of yours in Baltimore.

I'd stay away from the food and beverage industry,

but if you're looking for a good tax shelter...

Could you make it any more obvious that you're talking to us?

He was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago.

I don't have all day.

Maybe you tipped him off already.

Why would I do that?

Eyes forward, bottom feeder.

I don't need this.

So help me, if you're playing us...

STABLER: So, what are we thinking?

Newlands must have made us.

How? He's never seen you or Munch.

( phone ringing )

Langan's scum.

Could've signaled him over the phone.

Stabler.

Where is he?

Saved the taxpayers a pile of money.

Suicide?

I doubt it.

No sign of the gun.

Kind of hard to shoot yourself in the back of the head.

Executed.

A little ahead of schedule.

Where were Newlands' wife and kids?

They moved out the day that Novak

made her little house call.

Well, that must have been a tense situation.

Wasn't his wife also his partner

in the dermatology practice?

Yup-- he destroys her home life,

jeopardizes her livelihood.

Double motive.

She was at the office at the time of his death.

Could have hired someone.

Easier lead to follow

than the painfully obvious one.

BENSON: Family member

of one of his victims.

Well, I don't want to make

these people relive what that sick bastard did to their kids.

( phone ringing )

Cragen.

They're standing right here.

That's impossible.

They're on their way.

MUNCH: Six-year-old girl went missing

around 9:00 this morning.

Courtney Jones.

Her mother had to be sedated.

Newlands got killed around 9:00.

Couldn't have been him.

Newlands lives a couple blocks from here.

Could've grabbed her just before.

Snatching girls wasn't part of his M.O.

FIN: That's definitely his signature.

What's that?

A stirrer that dispenses honey.

You find them in your upper-end cafes.

Yeah, well, I found it in the trash,

over here by this bench.

BENSON: Could've been anybody sipping tea.

FIN: We interviewed all the mothers

and a couple of them put a man sitting right here.

Caucasian, late thirties...

No tea.

Well, he didn't attack her here,

there's no privacy.

And what's with the honey?

Excitement.

That straw was sucked dry.

The taste alone was enough to trigger

his sense-memory of past assaults.

Let's send this thing to the lab,

see if the saliva matches Newlands' DNA.

Well, is there any chance the girl's still alive?

BENSON: Well, we've been through his apartment,

he didn't take her there.

HUANG: He wouldn't have.

It's too risky.

He was facing a long prison sentence.

This was his last hurrah.

BENSON: Maybe something on him

will tell us where he took her.

Warner should be starting the autopsy now.

What are you doing?

Digging...

for treasure.

What's that?

Some kind of tube.

What for?

I have no idea.

There's blood in it.

Well, how'd it get in there?

He's a doctor, maybe he did it himself.

How?

He could have given himself a local,

inserted the tube and stitched himself back up.

Why would you do that?

To beat a paternity test.

BENSON: Son of a bitch.

Newlands was the father of Brianna's baby.

He put somebody else's blood in that tube.

STABLER: Hold on a minute.

Hold on. You have professional people

taking blood out of his arm, wouldn't they notice that?

You only have to roll your sleeve up to the elbow.

Scar would've been hidden.

I thought I'd seen everything.

BENSON: This puts him

back on killing Brianna and that baby.

STABLER: If that's not his blood,

he didn't rape Molly Stratton.

HUANG: No.

Who's ever blood he stole did.

BENSON: And that's the guy

who's still out there, with Courtney Jones.

So in order to beat a murder rap,

Newlands used someone else's blood.

Just happens to be our pedophile's.

The Honey Rapist reads about the trial, whacks him.

Newlands must have known the rapist's real identity.

He could have turned him in at any time.

Why didn't he?

If Newlands turns in his own blood

to clear himself of child molestation,

we get him on double homicide.

Either way, he was screwed.

He knew he didn't rape those girls,

he just couldn't figure out a way to prove it.

Okay, the first day of the trial,

he panics, he doesn't show.

He calls his lawyer to tell him the truth.

Unfortunately, dead men don't talk.

So how are we going to find the Honey Rapist?

Well, one thing we know for sure,

Newlands had access to his blood.

It's one of his patients.

HUANG: Who's experiencing

a new-found sense of freedom

now that everyone thinks he's dead,

and he grabs another girl.

But he can't lay off the honey.

It's a compulsion.

He didn't use it in his usual way.

He never dreamed we'd make the connection.

He doesn't know we have.

If he's going to keep up this charade,

he's going to have to kill this girl.

We've got to subpoena Newlands' patient list.

Let's see if the widow can save us some time.

I don't know where to start.

25% of our patients are male.

But how many have blood work done?

Not the dermabrasions,

acne treatments... resurfacing...

None of these.

I lied for him.

The day he killed her,

he was already gone when I woke up.

Ma'am, it's got to be one of his patients,

and we really need that name.

He probably took the blood sample

the same day he put the tube in.

He told me he cut himself.

I remember exactly when that happened.

It was our daughter's birthday-- the 18th.

STABLER: That's right after Brianna

first contacted him.

Nothing.

I know that was the day.

What about your patients?

Did you take any blood that day?

Just when I thought that bastard had screwed me over

every way possible...

Who is he?

Peter Nestler.

Botox and collagen.

He's in his 30's, but panics whenever he sees a wrinkle.

STABLER: Okay,

why do you think it's him?

He had a small melanoma

on his back.

I did a workup to make sure it hadn't spread.

He's the only one I took blood from that week.

STABLER: Police!

BENSON: Nestler?!

OFFICER: Bathroom's clear.

OFFICER 2: Clear over here.

Kitchen's clear!

BENSON: Here, too.

He's definitely our guy.

Sick freak.

NOVAK: Any sign of Courtney Jones?

What are you doing here?

Search warrant. No, really.

You here to supervise us?

I'm not here to make sure you can do it,

I'm here to see if I can.

BENSON: Kiddie porn.

Closet's full...

NOVAK: That doesn't tell us where he is.

What is she doing here?

He's a fisherman.

Plugs, poppers...

reel's loaded with 50-pound test.

That's rust.

He fishes saltwater.

He's got a boat-- Honey Do.

"Peter Nestler, on his boat the Honey Do,

caught a 40-pound striper."

STABLER: Where?

City Island.

Looks like he's got a slip there.

There's his boat.

You stay here.

Elliot...

half way down.

Got him.

Yo, Nestler.

Don't move.

Police!

I'll take the boat.

Where is she?

The girl, where is she?!

( stammering )

Next time you go down you're not coming back up.

Help me! Somebody, help!

Courtney.

Elliot!

Elliot, Casey's got her.

She was in the cooler. Come on.

She okay?

She's alive.

Okay.

( knocking )

Got a minute?

When you rescue a little girl, you get two.

Have a seat.

I can't do it.

Sure you can.

Just bend your knees,

and let gravity take over.

That's not what I'm talking about.

I know.

I want out.

Why...

when you've got a slam dunk in your very first case?

I can't let go of what that little girl went through.

I was watching you for this job when you were in white collar.

Knew you were tough,

but weren't sure you were the right person.

I'm not.

The fact that it affects you like this

tells me my first instincts were right.

What are you talking about?

This case was the ultimate test.

And you passed with flying colors.

But I don't want it.

You will.

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