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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.

Took longer
than I thought.

Yeah, I had a little problem
I had to straighten out.

I'm on Broome and Wooster.
You got anything close?

All right. But hurry up,
'cause I'm absolutely freezing.

Hello? Melody?

Melody?

What do we got?

Female, late 20s,
no ID, no purse,

and not a whole
lot of clothes.

Night desk said
she was run over?

This is the first hit-and-run
rape I've ever seen.

Car drives up
onto the sidewalk.

She's standing right here
when she gets hit.

Impact smashes her right
knee, knocks her down.

She falls off to the side.
She left a trail of blood.

Some of the spots have been smeared.
Looks like she tried to crawl.

He only lets her
get this far.

Perp came after her?

Car skids to a stop,
perp gets out,

rips off her clothes,
and takes her purse.

Wow.

He rape her here
or somewhere else?

I don't know. This is
where he beat her to death.

And no one to hear
her cry for help.

Who called it in?
911. Anonymous.

Latifah took the call.
Came from a payphone uptown,

quarter after midnight.
Okay, here's what I got.

Police Dispatch.
What is your emergency?

There's been an accident.
Corner of Broome and Wooster.

Pedestrian struck.

Where are you calling from,
sir? I think she's hurt.

Send a bus.

And that's it.
Payphone's at 97 & Lexington.

Thanks, doll.

"Pedestrian struck. Send a
bus. " Sounds like cop talk.

How does a cop
on the Upper East Side

know about an
accident downtown?

Unless he's the one
who ran her over.

That's our Jane Doe.

Rape exam found fluids.
M.E. Is running the DNA.

Anything off the campus?

No. That area's
pretty isolated at night.

She was hit below the knee, so
we figure it was a sports car.

Any forensics?

Black paint fragments.
Lab's analyzing.

So, here is our crime scene,
and here's the payphone

where the 911 call was made. Now
the 27 is the closest precinct,

but they had no mobile or foot
patrols anywhere near that phone.

CSU's dusting for prints.

Maybe our guy was off-duty.

I'll check with personnel for a
list of cops with black sports cars.

Body is covered with deep
bruises and puncture wounds.

I mean, he beats
the crap out of her,

and then stabs her with
something like a screwdriver.

Either he was on PCP
or this is personal.

Stabler.

You want to go public yet?

If nothing pans out,
we may have to.

When does your
homicide course start?

Ah. Two hours ago.

Get going.

Fin, you run this
with Elliot.

Captain? Crime lab's got
something on the payphone.

Hundreds of prints
all over the phone box.

Normally takes days to check, but
our caller made the job easier.

The handset's
been wiped clean.

Fits our theory
the guy's a cop.

He tried to
get rid of the evidence.

Yeah, except he screwed up.

He cleaned the phone,

but he left
a perfect index print

on the disconnect button,
which gave us a 10-point match

to a member of the NYPD.

Tony Nasreddin. NYPD.

Temporarily assigned to the
Joint Terrorism Task Force.

Her guy knows what happened last night,

but Lieutenant Moore's hiding him
behind some national security crap.

My guy doesn't know anything.

He made the 911 call.

He broke cover and every rule
in the book to make that call.

The Feds find out,
and they'll have his detail.

You said
he broke cover.

You were doing surveillance.

I can't say.

But he saw what happened.

He didn't see anything.

So he must've
heard something.

Believe me, I'm sorry
about your victim,

but I've gotta look
at the big picture.

Take a look at ours. That woman
was run over, raped, beaten.

Please, just let us
talk to Nasreddin.

He's all we've got.

All right,
I'll help you.

But this cannot go public
or be used at trial.

Agreed?

Agreed.

We're running surveillance on
a crooked Filipino businessman

who wires funds to charities in the Far East
who are known to support terrorist groups.

Tony Nasreddin, Lori Anglin.
Detectives Stabler and Tutuola.

What's this Filipino guy
got to do with our case?

We've tapped all his phones,
caught him having a conversation

with one of his employees.

Hey,
where've you been?

Took longer
than I thought.

I had a little problem
I had to straighten out.

I'm on Broome and Wooster.
You got anything close?

Client in Chelsea. Want the
address? All right. But hurry up,

'cause I'm
absolutely freezing.

She's a hooker.

Our perp must've taken
her cell phone, too.

Melody?
It's 37421st Street.

Hello? Melody? Melody?

That's a pretty name.
Like music.

Who's this?
Where is she?

She can't come to the phone right
now. Now she wants to play with us.

That's it.

I knew something had gone bad.
I had to call it in.

Whoa, her pimp's cold.

Hears one of his girls get
taken out and doesn't do squat.

We want his name
and a copy of that tape.

His name's Eddie Shah.

Hold on.

I am busy. Come back
later. What are you doing?

We want to talk to you
about one of your girls.

I don't have girls.
Import, export only.

You're running
a prostitution service.

No. Companionship only.

My ladies are very
intelligent, very respectable.

This lady's dead.
Who is she?

Never seen her before.

Okay. What do you say I call
Vice, IRS and Immigration,

they come down here
and beat up on your ass?

Okay, okay, I'll tell you.
She is Melody Quinn.

She was Melody Quinn.
She working last night?

Escort only,
no sexual services.

We need her client list.

That's confidential.
Okay, you know, fine.

You're gonna rot in jail
until you remember.

Okay!

She have a boyfriend?
No.

She was studying. Wanted to
be a broker in Wall Street.

Here. 8:30 pm. First client was Mr. Prasad.

Mr. Prasad! Were you screwing
this woman last night?

She visited
my apartment.

Well, we need you
to provide a DNA sample.

As long as you
don't tell my wife.

She was out of town
last night,

and I gave into
temptation just once.

Really? The agency says you
were one of Melody's regulars.

You got a car?

I don't
have to answer that.

I hired Melody for a dinner
date. We didn't have sex.

You know,
I didn't break the law,

and you can't prove
that I did.

She's dead.

You were the last man with her so
your DNA's gonna be all over her.

It might even prove
you murdered her.

Okay, okay,
we had sex.

But she was alive
when she left, I swear.

Hmm.

What kind of car
do you drive?

Lincoln Navigator.

None of Melody's clients had
access to a black sports car.

The fact that she's a hooker
explains the fluids in the rape kit.

You think
she wasn't raped?

Hard to prove either way.

Cast the net wider,
all her johns.

Her parents are coming in from Detroit
to ID the body, talk to them too.

What about the JTTF tape?

TARU's
still working on it.

Oh, Kathy dropped him off
about five minutes ago,

said she couldn't wait.

Yeah, Dickie's staying with me
for a few nights. Say, kiddo.

Stop looking
at that stuff.

Is that woman dead?

Yes, she is.

How'd she die?

Hit by a car.

An accident? No. The car
drove up on the sidewalk.

Did they take her money?

Yeah, they did.
Let's get something to eat.

I bet they beat her up, too.

Why would you say that?

It's just like
the game, isn't it?

What game?
NtenCity.

Cap, Fin, have you ever heard
of a game called NtenCity?

I'm driving along, okay? I
see a woman, so I run her over.

Where did you learn this?

Everyone plays it.

I get out of the car.

Hey, baby,
where you going?

Now, to get her money,
I have to knock her out.

Make sure
she can't fight back.

Where do you think
you're going, bitch?

Got her. Now,
I got to get the purse.

I said, stay down.

Yeah, give me that.

Got me some more cheddar.

Look, my money supply
just went up.

They got the idea
from the game.

Remember the voice
on the tape?

"She can't come to the phone right
now. She wants to play with us. "

Somebody's playing for real.

A lot of psychologists think
there's a correlation

between violent crimes and
media violence, especially games.

Do you believe that?

I can think of
a dozen murders

in which computer games were alleged
to have influenced the killers.

Columbine's the obvious example.
Do you have any suspects?

No, we checked out family, friends,
and clients. Everybody has alibis.

So she could've been
a random target.

That's an awful lot of rage to
take out on someone you don't know.

Unless the computer game
contributed to the rage.

You got any pointers
to help us find our player?

Your average gamer
is probably male,

anywhere from
10 to 50 years old.

Thanks, doc. And if he's an NtenCity junkie,

he might want to brag
about what he's done.

Who makes this crap?

Yeah, I designed NtenCity.
What's up?

Someone went out
and imitated it.

Not again.

We got lawsuits
coming out of our asses.

Every month
some moron blames us

for some crime
some other moron committed.

You don't seem
too concerned.

Our games are cartoons.
They're fun.

If a couple of idiots take them
too far, that's not our problem.

Well, it is now.

This woman was run down two
nights ago and beaten to death.

Just like in the game.

Jeez. Lighten up, will you?

That sequence
was an Easter egg.

A what?

That's a hidden treat players
can access for extra fun.

You're not as old
as you look. Come here.

So, you're playing
the game, okay?

And you see
something anomalous.

Maybe a glow on the wall,
a doorway.

You go through
and you get something extra.

A weapon, money,
maybe another cool sequence.

Who knows about the Easter eggs? Everybody.

You go online,
the fan sites will tell you

where the Easter eggs
are hidden.

On these fan sites, anybody talking
about a woman being attacked?

We're about to
launch NtenCity 2.

I don't have time
to go trolling on fan sites.

I do. Move over.

That was Stabler.
You stay and play.

All right.

Cause of death was
a subdural hematoma,

but she suffered
before she died.

There were 42 points of impact
on her chest, back, arms and head.

Guy's fists must be
chopped meat.

I doubt it.

These bruises were caused by a
man's shoe, kicking and stomping.

Probably a size nine.

What about
the puncture wounds?

They were a puzzle.

I had to cut the wounds out
so I could dissect them.

This is your weapon.

Not my normal work gear, but it's
the annual M.E.'s dinner tonight.

Stiletto heels?
A woman stomped Melody?

Was there another woman's
voice on that task force tape?

She can't come to the phone right
now. Now she wants to play with us.

That's a guy's voice. But if
I filter the background noise

and EQ the vocal spectrum,
we get this.

Now, she wants to
play with us.

Dig her jacket.

"Dig her jacket. "
That's a female's voice.

And they killed her
for her clothes?

No, they were
playing a game.

Munch has got something.
All right.

Thanks.

Some geek wrote a new scene in the
game you can download off the net.

It first appeared
late last night.

Here it is. Okay.
Same old, same old.

You run her over, get out, kick
her a couple times, and then...

Hey, baby.
How do you feel?

Watch this.
Here's the new scene.

He tears her
blouse off. Cool, huh?

The detail about ripping her
clothes off was never released.

Son of a bitch knew
exactly what happened.

So, which one of
your guys made this?

It can only be one person.
A programmer named Stu Davis.

Well, why only him?

Well, Stu used to work here.

And I had to fire him

because he snuck copulating bunny
rabbits into a children's game we make,

but we kept him on
as a tester.

So he knows
how to modify the game.

Oh, yeah.
Where does Stu live?

Sorry, don't know
any murdered women.

Somebody dropped a little
sequence about her into NtenCity.

Wasn't me. Well, we hear you're the only guy

that could do it.

Well, you heard wrong.

Stuart Davis, this is a warrant to
search your apartment and computers.

Ow! Damn!
Out of my way.

You know, if you guys
just tell me

what you're looking for,
I'll help.

Yeah, help erase it.

Here's something, e
- mail sent yesterday morning.

Hey, you know what? That's
my private stuff, all right?

You're not supposed to...
Shut up!

"Spielmeister.

"Want to make
NtenCity real intense?

"Check out the Ledger,
page seven. "

Will you look at this? And
it's turned right to page seven.

"Mystery woman
killed in hit and run. "

Listen to this.

"Cops held back, chick was
half-naked. How about a game update.

"LMAO."

LMAO?

Shorthand.
"Laughing my ass off. "

Oh, that's funny.
Who sent you the e-mail?

I have no idea, okay? I get
requests from goofballs every day.

You always do
what goofballs ask?

If they pay
well enough, yeah.

Got an e-mail address?

Just a screen name. Lewddude.

Can you track it?

Larry Tauber! Police!

Nobody's here.

Here's a picture
of Lewddude.

All right.
Get that out there.

El, maybe the guy
couldn't stop playing.

Yeah, or partying.

A woman's purse.

It's Melody Quinn's
driver's license.

Genius really knows
how to cover his tracks.

He didn't go too far.
Genius forgot his car keys.

Little black sports car.

Registered to Larry Tauber.

Blood and skin. All tested.
O'Halloran. SVU there?

Yeah, they're here. Tell them
we got their guy. Spring and 10.

They found your guy,
ten blocks away.

Heard the call go out. It's
your guy. ID was in his pocket.

Looks like he was run over,
then beaten to death.

Larry Tauber.

Someone's playing
the game again.

Cause of death was massive head
trauma and multiple fractures,

but Larry Tauber
wasn't murdered.

Suicide?

He sustained one blow to the
head from a sharp metal object.

CSU found blood and brain matter
on the edge of the dumpster.

Remember that scaffolding?

He must've jumped off of it
and hit the dumpster.

Any evidence he was pushed?

Not from the trajectory
of the fall,

and there were no defensive
wounds or torn clothes.

But his blood alcohol level
was four times the legal limit.

Killed himself
out of drunken remorse.

What he did to that girl,
I'm not shedding any tears.

DNA proves his car
ran her down,

but I don't think
he killed her.

His feet are size eleven.

The shoes that kicked Melody
to death were size nine.

Okay, so he goes
ten blocks to kill himself?

What's wrong
with his own roof?

I can't answer that, but I
can tell you what he was doing

before he jumped.

See the glitter
on his pants?

Known in the trade
as booty dust.

Larry had himself one last lap
dance before he took the plunge.

Well, the only strip clubs around that
alley are by the West Side Highway.

Yeah, I know.
Can you believe it?

Police. Ladies,
can we get a minute?

Is that all you need,
honey?

Either one of you
recognize him?

Yeah. I do. He was here last
night. Remember the sad dude?

He was literally
crying in his beer.

His friend tried to cheer him
up with a couple bottles of Dom.

His friend?
Good-looking kid.

Too young to be at the club,
but guess his ID was okay.

You got security cameras?

Yeah, but they're like
the plumbing, don't work.

Did you hear anything
these guys were talking about?

Not really.

Younger one even paid for me
to give Sad Eyes a lap dance,

but it was like raising the
dead, if you know what I mean.

Okay, we're going to need you
ladies to come down to the precinct

and talk to a sketch artist.

How many people
do you put at the crime scene?

Maybe three.
Unidentified male,

unidentified female
and Larry Tauber.

Now, we got two possibilities. Either
Tauber made the kids take part...

Why do you say they're kids?

Voices sounded young, 18, 19.

Tauber's nearly 30. So he
led them into the crime,

and then killed himself
out of guilt.

Or he's the patsy.

The kids used him. His
apartment, his computer, his car,

maybe used him
to buy drugs, alcohol.

Can you prove
any of that?

Look, Tauber left Melody's
purse in plain sight.

He didn't even bother
to fix his car?

It's like he wanted
to get caught.

But he's dead,
so he can't tell us.

But the car can.

Crime lab ran tests on it.

The driver's side door gives
off a weird metallic creak

that's audible
on the task force tape.

They tracked each set
of footsteps.

They're 95º/º certain

that the guy that got out the driver's door

is the same one that picked up Melody's phone

and talked on the tape.
His voice wasn't Tauber's.

They're also pretty sure that only
two people got out of that car,

and the second one
was wearing high heels.

So Tauber just
stayed in his car.

And did nothing while a helpless
woman was brutally murdered?

I'm sorry, but "95º/º certain"
and "pretty sure"

don't add up to
"beyond a reasonable doubt. "

Look, if these kids
were using Tauber,

somebody must've
seen them together.

Well, as soon as the pole dancers
are done, canvass Tauber's neighbors.

Try this first. Day after the
murder, Tauber received 12 calls

from a cell phone belonging
to one Louise Karnaki,

17 years old.

Larry's a loser.
I don't hang with him anymore.

Then why call him
so often?

Don't know.

To see how he's doing.

Not too good.
He's dead.

Oh, my God.
Poor Larry.

Where were you three nights ago? At home.

Can you prove it?

Why should she?

Hi, Louise.
I'm Elliot.

Nice boots.
Very sharp.

They're mine.
How'd you get them?

Something called
a search warrant.

What is this?
Turn on the lights.

Let me
do my magic trick.

Now, Louise, this is a Luma-Lite.
What it does is show up blood

and skin fragments,
like, for example,

if there just happened to be
some on your boot here...

Oh, will you look at that?
I don't know what that is.

It's blood. There's some on the toe, also.

Now, what we're going to do is compare
the DNA on this boot to that woman's DNA.

And when they match,
which they will,

we'll be charging you
with murder.

You've got to help me.

I want to talk to the A.D.A.

Mr. Delroy.

If my client cooperates,
what are you offering?

Nothing. She's a murderer. Now,
if she tells us what happened,

I might ask the judge to take it
into account during sentencing.

Did you attack that woman?

Yes.

Who else was there with you?

Larry Tauber.

And who else?

Nobody.

Not even him?

Give us a name.

Please, don't tell him
I told you.

Name.

Garrett Perle.

Police!

It's open!

Hey, guys, what's going on?

Police. Stand up.

Sure. Just a sec.

Bastard's deleting files.

Temper.

Garrett Perle, you're
under arrest for murder.

Get that computer. Be my
guest. There's nothing on it.

Anyway, whom am I meant
to have murdered?

Melody Quinn.
Doesn't ring a bell.

Well, you have the right to remain
silent. If you give up that right...

Stop!

He's got a degaussing loop.

What the hell is that?

Powerful magnetic strips.

We just wiped
his hard drive.

This is Melody Quinn.
Remember her now?

I'm sorry, but I don't.

First you ran her down,
then you kicked her.

42 times.

Awful.

That's a Marine tattoo,
isn't it?

You ever killed anyone?

You have,
I can tell.

You, too. Were you a gangbanger
before you became a cop?

I've often wondered what
it'd be like to kill someone.

So how was it?

I've murdered people
in games.

Hundreds of them. I've blown
their heads off, eviscerated them,

I've even used a little
kitty cat as a silencer.

But it's not real, you know?
You don't get the...

The kick, the juice.

But you guys,
you know, you... You know.

And you don't?

You don't.

Hmm?

Because you're gutless.

You couldn't even
face her, could you?

You had to use a car
to knock down a woman?

And even then
you couldn't face her.

You had to sneak up behind her
as she was crawling away,

and then you kicked her?

You're nothing
but a scared little punk.

You want to know what it's
like to kill someone, huh?

See, you got to stare them right in
the eye so you can smell their fear.

Leave me alone,
okay? Stop it.

We don't even need this little
freak. We've got our witness.

She's lying.

How do you know that?

It was Larry Tauber.

Doesn't sound
like Tauber.

Melody?

That's a pretty name.
Like music.

Who's this?
Where is she?

She can't come
to the phone right now.

Now, she wants
to play with us.

Where did you get that?

That's enough
for a positive voice ID.

You're done, Garrett.

But it's Larry's fault!
He made me do it!

Out you go, gentlemen. I'd like
to speak to my client alone.

With Louise's eyewitness testimony,
Gates will try and cut a deal.

So what are you going to do?
I may offer Louise man one

to make sure
she gives us this creep.

Oliver. How will you
be earning your fee this time?

Easily. Not guilty by reason
of mental disease or defect.

You got to be kidding me.

Garrett Perle was in thrall
with an older man, Larry Tauber,

who plied him with alcohol,

got him to play violent
video games for hours on end,

and then took him on a joyride and
made him play the game for real.

So Garrett admits
he killed Melody.

No. He admits that he had
no idea what he was doing,

whether it was wrong or right,
fantasy or reality.

See you at the arraignment.

Gates thinks
this defense will fly?

Computer game violence
is a hot issue.

If Gates can deflect blame onto the
game makers, his job's half done.

So make a deal
with Louise Karnaki.

Don't get your hopes up.

Her family just fired
her public defender,

got a lawyer from
Henshall and Langan.

How can they afford that?

They can't,
but Garrett's family can.

They'll pin the crime
on the game and the dead man,

Larry Tauber. Cap, it's the lab for you.

What about
the surveillance tape?

What surveillance tape?

Joint Terrorism Task Force was
running a covert op on Melody's boss.

They caught the start
of the murder on audio tape.

Including Garrett
and Louise's voices,

and they sure weren't
confusing fantasy with reality.

I need to hear
that task force tape.

We got it on condition
we wouldn't use it at trial.

You agreed to that?
I didn't have a choice.

Well, neither do I if it's my only
evidence of Garrett's state of mind.

So, where is it?

Somebody from
the US Attorneys' office

removed it from
the lab 20 minutes ago.

You can't have it. As soon as
that tape appears in discovery,

the defense will want to know
context, provenance, everything.

It won't affect
any ongoing operation.

I can't risk surveillance of a
vital target in a war against terror

becoming front page news.

But that's more important than
letting two psychopaths walk free?

Frankly, yes. If this
tape's your only evidence,

you should ask the NYPD to get off
their asses and find you some more.

I met your vital target. This guy's
no terrorist, he's a sleazy joke.

I need the tape, Raul.

I said you can't have the
tape because there is no tape.

We've got no tape
and no deal with Louise.

I'm going to be fighting this
with my arms tied behind my back.

Forensics prove Garrett and
Louise kicked a woman to death.

They can't wiggle out of that.

Gates is running
a psych defense.

He's going to blame everything
on the game and Larry Tauber

and the only way to beat it is to
prove they knew what they were doing.

One way to beat a psych
defense is with a psych offense.

Let me find out if Garrett and Louise
are innocent pawns or cold-blooded liars.

How many hours a day
do you play games?

Five or six.

What's the longest
that you've ever played?

18 hours.

You get tired?

I never noticed.

Do you stop
to eat or drink?

Don't feel the need.

How do you feel after
you're finished playing?

Like I'm king of the world.

Then what do you do?

Play again, what else?

Larry mind you
hanging around so much?

Mind?

We were the best thing
that ever happened to him.

Larry liked to
watch her beat up women.

In the game
or on the street?

Wherever.
It turned him on.

It was the nearest he got
to screwing her.

Louise got off on it too.

Garrett made me
tease him.

You didn't
like that?

I wasn't interested in Larry.

You and Garrett
have sex?

Yes.

He's crazy about me.

Yeah, but the game
is better.

Better than sex.

And the rush
is more intense.

You see, I control the world,
pull everyone's strings.

In the game, of course.

When else
do you feel the rush?

Driving fast.

How fast?

120 miles an hour on the
BQE at 2:00 in the morning.

And that's pretty dangerous.

That's why it's a rush.

What about
the other drivers?

They get out of the way.

What if they can't?

Oops.

He's a manipulative
little prick.

He took Larry Tauber
to that club,

he got him drunk and manipulated
him right off that roof.

I wouldn't put it past him.

Garrett's an adrenaline junkie
and a narcissist.

He knows right from wrong.
He just doesn't give a damn.

And Louise?

She's in love with him.
She'll do whatever he wants.

You think these computer games
influenced his behavior?

Kids like Garrett are so numb that
they need constant stimulation.

Computer games
fill that void.

If they're susceptible
to violence,

then this could
exacerbate that,

but I don't believe a game
ever made anyone commit murder.

So Garrett's psych defense
is a crock?

Yes.

His mind is clear
as a bell.

Thought I'd find you
in here, Casey.

Motion to submit Garrett
for a neuropsych examination.

Garrett has volunteered
to undergo

a PET scan while he plays
the computer game, NtenCity.

An experiment with a single
subject is meaningless.

We'll repeat an experiment
conducted by doctors in London

that showed that game play
flooded the brain with dopamine.

What's that
supposed to prove?

That dopamine intoxication
caused by addictive game playing

changed Garrett's brain,

and therefore he wasn't
responsible for his actions.

Are you worried about
objectivity, Casey?

Because Dr. Huang is welcome
to conduct the test.

The computer relays the game
into these 3D goggles

so that Mr. Perle can play the
game while he's in the scanner.

Cool. Can I get
a pair of these?

His head's immobilized so that head
movement doesn't distort the scan.

We'll inject him with Carbon-11-Raclopride
to tag the dopamine receptors,

and then we'll draw blood throughout
the scan to measure how game play

affects the dopamine
release in his brain.

You can start.

Garrett plays these games
up to 40 hours a week.

It's amazing he found
the time to commit murder.

Let me know when you have the results.

Where do you think
you're going, bitch?

I said stay down, bitch!

Come on.

Give me that.

Got me some more cheddar.

No question. Garrett's
dopamine level increased

while he played the game.

What effect
did that have on him?

He felt high, euphoric, as if he'd
just taken a small dose of speed.

So the PET scan does prove
game play made Garrett Perle

less able to
control his actions?

On the contrary,

almost any enjoyable activity would
show the same increase in dopamine.

Driving a fast car, playing
sports, even playing chess.

Thank you, doctor.

Isn't the release of dopamine what
makes a drug like cocaine so addictive?

Partly.
And heroin so addictive?

Dopamine contributes
to addictive behavior, but...

And doesn't the PET scan show that
computer games are just as addictive?

As addictive
as heroin or cocaine?

No.

But they are addictive.

Do you believe that violent
video games are dangerous?

Not in themselves, no.

Oh, but didn't
Dr. David Grossman

compare violent games to
military battlefield simulators

where they train
real soldiers to kill?

It's much more
complicated than that.

Why?

A violent video game teaches its
players to kill automatically. Yes or no?

Yes.
Thank you.

But there's an
enormous difference

between the cartoon violence of
video games and violence in real life.

Do you think that Garrett
and Louise would have gone out

joyriding that night

if they hadn't have
played the game?

There are
other factors...

Did the game give them
the idea to get in the car?

Yes, but... Did the game give them the idea

to run over Melody Quinn and
beat her to death? Yes or no?

Yes, but having
an idea is not...

Thank you, Dr. Huang.
Nothing further.

Do you regret
what you've done?

Yes.

I'll never
forgive myself.

Do you want to take
a break, Mr. Perle?

No. I can manage,
thank you.

You've testified that you and
Louise ran over Melody Quinn

because you thought you were
still playing a game.

Yes. Nothing seemed real.

So, even when Melody was
screaming and crying for mercy,

you thought it was
part of the game?

They scream in the game, too.

Well, you kicked her
to death.

You expect the jury to believe
that you didn't know a real woman

was bleeding and dying
under your feet?

I swear to you,
I didn't.

How could you not know?

Because I didn't know
where I was.

The streets we were driving
down were streets from the game.

The people were characters
from the game.

I saw this woman on the sidewalk,
and she had a short skirt.

Larry said, "Get her.
Get the hooker. "

It was like I was
still in his apartment,

and he was
breathing down my neck,

shouting at me, "Go on,
hit her! Hit her! Do it!

"She's getting away, she's still
moving, stomp on her, do it, do it!"

Mr. Perle!

Mr. Perle,
control yourself.

So you always do
whatever Larry says?

I wish I was brave enough to
stand up to him, but I wasn't.

I'm sorry.

Do you want to continue
with this witness, Ms. Novak?

I do, Your Honor.

It's late.
You can resume tomorrow.

This court is adjourned.

I hope you've got something.
I'm getting killed here.

We got a connection between Garrett
and Tauber's death on Tauber's computer.

TARU found a big chunk of
encrypted code on his hard drive,

sent to him two hours
before he killed himself.

Who sent it?

Same creep that added the naked
victim sequence to the game,

Stu Davis. We're holding him
in the crime lab.

Now, Stu, you sent Larry
Tauber a self-deleting e-mail.

We found it
on his computer.

He opened it, he read it once,
and, poof, it disappeared.

But only as far
as his hard drive.

So you're going to
tell us what it says.

Listen, right, I've got
nothing to do with this!

Yeah, you do, because the guy you
sent the e-mail to is now dead.

Eventually, he'll break the
encryption, and when he does,

I will arrest you
for conspiracy to murder.

Stu, start decrypting.

Start!

God, he said
it was just a joke.

This is ridiculous, man. I'm
a programmer, not a killer.

I swear to God. I never knew
anyone was going to get hurt.

You killed her, Larry. You
kicked that poor woman to death.

Cops are coming for you, Larry.
You can run, Larry Tauber,

but you can't hide!

Lights, please.

So, whose face
is that on the screen?

Larry Tauber's.

People's Exhibit 11.

A check for
$1,000 made out to...

Stuart Davis.

And whose
signature is that?

Mine.

You paid Mr. Davis $1,000 to send
that e-mail to Larry Tauber. Why?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

Larry got that e-mail two
hours before he killed himself.

Did you want to push him
over the edge?

No.

Oh, then why would you
send it, huh?

Did the game make you
do that, too?

No.

Then why?

It was a joke.

First you say kicking a woman to death
is a game, and now this is a joke?

Do you think
this is funny?

You're confusing me.
Well, you weren't confused.

You knew exactly
what you were doing.

You were afraid Larry was going
to turn you in to the police.

So you preyed on him
until he killed himself.

Larry Tauber,
murderer, LMAO.

What's that mean, LMAO?
Why don't you tell us?

Laughing my ass off.

What? I'm sorry.
I can't hear you.

Laughing my ass off!

Larry's dead,
Melody's dead,

and you're laughing
your ass off.

Yeah, you bet I am.

Because you are a joke. This
whole damn thing is a joke.

Nothing further.

"Video game violence has a horrifying
potential to promote acts of violence

"against real victims and desensitize
children to the real thing. "

Well, that's what the American
Medical Association had to say

in their testimony
to Congress.

Now, does the games
industry care?

Listen to them
describe their latest hit.

"You can still beat up the
hookers and steal their money.

"You can run over cops, and shoot
and kill the ambulance drivers

"as they come in
to pick up the dead. "

Now, you take that attitude,
and that product,

and you put it in the hands of
a young man who has a history

of addictive
and risk-taking behavior,

and you are going to
create a tragedy.

And that is what
happened here.

The game, NtenCity,
transported

two teenagers
to a fantasy land.

It made them high.

It fed them a vile idea,

and then it taught them
how to execute it.

They were not in control
of their actions,

and therefore
they're not guilty.

Did Garrett and Louise
get the idea from a game?

Yes.

But we get ideas
all the time,

from books, from TV, from friends,
from life, from everywhere.

We don't act on them.

We know that the idea
doesn't justify the deed.

Don't let Mr. Gates
blind you to the facts.

Real people ran over
a real person,

and then they
beat her to death.

Melody Quinn felt real pain.

She bled real blood, and she
died a horrible and lonely death.

It was not a game.

Now, did Melody's killers
know what they were doing?

Well, their taunting of Larry
Tauber, the one member of their trio

with the humanity to feel
regret, proves that they did.

Garrett Perle said it
himself. "It was a joke. "

Well, you know what?
Murder is no joke.

So don't let them
use a game as an excuse

for their cruel
and callous actions.

As to the defendant,
Garrett Perle,

in the charge of murder in the
second degree, how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

As for the defendant,
Louise Karnaki,

on the charge of murder in the
second degree, how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

Defendants are remanded until
sentencing. This court is adjourned.

Oh, shut up.

Bang, bang,
you're dead.

Get him out of here.

Game's over.
You won.

We won the case today.

Two guilty verdicts.

That's good.

What're you playing?

Hockey.

Got him. What a hit.

You have to play
that all the time?

Why not? I like it.

Yeah, I know,

but maybe we could play
something together, you know?

Like what?

I don't know...

Cards? Scrabble?

Or maybe we can just talk.

Okay. Talk.