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(male announcer)
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,
because I'm absolutely freezing.

[tires screech]

Unh!

[thud]

[groans]

(man on cell phone)
Hello? Melody?

[moaning]

[car door opening and closing]

Melody?

[approaching footsteps]

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.

But 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.

It came from a payphone uptown,
quarter after midnight.

Okay, here's what I got.

(Latifah on phone)
Police dispatch,
what is your emergency?

(man on phone)
There's been an accident.
Corner of Broome and Wooster.

Pedestrian struck.

(Latifah)
Where are you calling from,
sir?

(man)
I think she's hurt.
Send a bus.

(Latifah)
And that's it.

Payphone's at nine-seven
and 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.'s running the DNA.

Anything off the canvass?

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 2-7
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.

The body is covered
with deep bruises

and puncture wounds.

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,
Captain?

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 Eliot.

Captain?

Crime lab's got something
on the payphone.

(O'Halloran)
Hundreds of prints
all over the phone box.

Normally takes days to check,

but our caller
made the job easier.

Handset's been
wiped clean.

Fits our theory
the guy's a cop.

He tried to get rid
of the evidence.

Except he screwed up.

He cleaned the phone,

but he left
a perfect index print

on the disconnect button.

Which gave us
a ten-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.

(Kragen)
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.

[sighs] He's all we've got.

All right, I'll help you.

But this cannot go public
or be used at trial. Agreed?

Agreed.

(Moore)
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.

(man's voice)
Hey, where've you been?

(Melody)
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?

(man)
Client in Chelsea.
Want the address?

(Melody)
All right, but hurry up,
'cause I'm absolutely freezing.

She's a hooker.

Our perp must have taken
her cell phone too.

(man)
Melody?
It's 374 21st Street--

[crash]

(man)
Hello? Melody?
Melody?

[door creaking open]

(perp)
That's a pretty name.
Like music.

(man)
Who's this?
Where is she?

(perp)
She can't come to the phone
right now.

Now she wants to play with us.

[dial tone]
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 Shaw.

(Eddie)
Hold on!

I am busy.
Come back later.

What the hell you doing?

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

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

You 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,
the IRS, and Immigration,

they come down here
and beat up on your ass?

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

She was Melody Quinn.
She working last night?

Escort only.
No sexual services.

We need a 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.

Uh, wanted to be a broker
in Wall Street.

Here. 8:30 p.m.
First client was Mr. Prasad.

Mr. Prasad!

Were you screwing
this woman last night?

She visited my apartment.

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 in to temptation
just once.

Really?
The agency says you were

one of Melody's regulars.

You got a car?

(man)
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.

What kind of car
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?

(Fin)
TARU's still working on it.

Oh, Kathy dropped him off
about five minutes ago.

Said she couldn't wait.

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?

She was 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.

(game character)
Hey, baby, where you goin'?

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

Make sure she
can't fight back.

(game character)
Where do you think
you're goin', bitch?

Unh!

Got her.
Now I gotta get the purse.

(game character)
I said stay down!

Yeah. Gimme that!

Got me some more cheddar.

Look, my money supply
just went up.

[turns off game]

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 have 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's
probably male,

anywhere from 10
to 50 years old.

Thanks, Doc.

And if he's
an NtenCit junkie,

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

Who makes this crap?

(man)
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 ya?

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 and
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?

(perp)
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.

(perp)
She wants to play with us.

(woman)
Her jacket.

[rewinding tape]

(woman muffled)
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 of times, and then...

Watch this.
Here's the new scene.

He tears her blouse off.

Cool, huh?

The detail about
ripping her clothes off

was never released.

(Munch)
Son of a bitch knew
exactly what happened.

So, which one of you guys
made this?

It can only be one person,
a programmer named Stu Davis.

Why only him?

Well, Stu used to work here.

I had to fire him

'cause 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's Stu live?

(Stu)
Sorry, I don't know
any murdered women.

Somebody dropped
a little sequence about her

into NtenCity.
Wasn't me.

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.

Uh, here's something.

Email sent yesterday morning.

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

You're not supposed
to look--

Shut up!

"Spielmeister,

"wanna make NtenCity
real Ntense?

Check out The Ledger
page seven."

Will ya 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."

L-M-A-O.

L-M-A-O?

Shorthand:
Laughing My Ass Off.

That's funny.

Who sent you
the email?

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 email address?

Just a screen name: Lewddude.

Can you track it?

Larry Tauber, Police!

(Fin)
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.
We'll test it.

(radio)
Unit six?
O'Halloran.

SVU there?
Yeah, they're here.

Tell them we got their guy.
Spring and ten.

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 11.

Shoes that kicked Melody
to death were size 9.

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.
[sighs]

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?

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 gonna 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?

The 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.
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.

(Fin)
But the car can.

The 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 95% 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 "95% certain"
and "pretty sure"

don't add up to
beyond a reasonable doubt.

(Stabler)
Look. If these kids
were using Tauber,

somebody must have
seen them together.

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.

(Fin)
Then why call him
so often?

Dunno.
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?

Hey, Louise.
I'm Elliot.

Nice boots.
Very sharp.

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

Something called
a search warrant.

What is this?
Turn on the lights.

Let me do
my magic trick.

Now, Louise,
this is a lumalight.

What it does is show up
blood and skin fragments,

like, for example,
if there just happened

to be some on
your boot here.

Will you look at that?

I don't know
what that is.

(Stabler)
It's blood.

There's some
on the toe also.

Now what we're gonna 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 gotta help me.

I wanna talk to the ADA.

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.

Bastards deleting files!

Temper, temper.

Garret Perle,
you're under arrest for murder.

Get that computer.

(Garrett)
Be my guest,
there's nothing on it.

Anyway, whom am I meant
to have murdered?

Melody Quinn.
Doesn't ring a bell.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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.

[scoffs]

Awful.

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

Have you ever
killed anyone?

You have, I can tell.

You too.

Were you a gang banger
before you became a cop?

I've often wondered
what it would 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 bam!

The kick, the juice.

But you guys, you know.

You know.

And you don't?

You don't.

Because you're gutless.

You couldn't even face her,
could you?

You had to use a car

to knock down a woman?

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

And you gotta stare 'em
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.

(Eddie on tape)
Melody?

(Garrett on tape)
That's a pretty name.
Like music.

(Eddie)
Who's this?
Where is she?

(Garrett)
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
eye-witness testimony,

Gates will try
and cut a deal.

So what are you
gonna 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 gotta be kidding me.

Garrett was enthralled
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.

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?

The 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
U.S. Attorney's Office

removed it from the lab
20 minutes ago.

(man)
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

and the war against terror
becoming front page news.

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 gonna 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 gonna 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?

Eighteen 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 like to watch her
beat up women.

In the game
or on the street?

Wherever.
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.

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.

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.

Do 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.

Hah, 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.

[game sounds]

(Huang)
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?

(Huang)
Not in themselves, no.

But didn't a 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.

So do you think that
Garrett and Louise

would have gone out
joyriding that night

if they hadn't have
played the game?

(Huang)
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--

Thank you, Dr. Huang.
Nothing further.

Do you regret
what you've done?

Yes.
I'll never forgive myself.

[sniffles]

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.

But 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's 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!"

(Judge)
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.

(Judge)
Do you want to continue
with this witness,

Miss 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 email.

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 gonna
tell us what it says.

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

Yeah, you do.

Because the guy you sent
the email 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 gonna get hurt.

(computer game voice)
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.
[laughter]

(Novak)
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 email
to Larry Tauber. Why?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No.

Larry got that email two hours
before he killed himself.

Did you want to push him
over the edge?

No.

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.

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 does 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.

'Cause 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."

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.

Garret 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
Garret Perle,

the charge of murder
in the second degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant guilty.

As to 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.

[bangs gavel]

Aw, shut up.

Bang bang,
you're dead.

(judge)
Get him out of here.

Game's over.
You won.

We won the case today.

Two guilty verdicts.

That's good.

What are you playing?

Hockey.

Got him.
What a hit!

Do you have to play that
all the time?

Why not?

I like it.

I know, but maybe we can play
something together, you know?

Like what?

I don't know, um...

cards, Scrabble?

Or maybe we can just talk.

Okay. Talk.