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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.

Oh, please, don't hurt me!

Don't hurt me,
don't hurt me, please!

Let me go!
Stay down, bitch!

- Holy crap.
- Is he gonna rape her?

- No! Don't hurt me!
- Got to be a joke.

- Help me! Please!
- You guys watching this?

Hell, yeah.
Where's it coming from?

I just logged on,
and there it was.

This is sick.
I can't watch.

I bet everyone on campus
is watching.

- Oh, my God!
- We gotta do something.

- Help me! Help me!
- Someone must have called the cops,

right?

I'm begging you!

- Freeze it.
- Nope.

Not one call till after
the damn video ended.

Can you play it
from the beginning?

Your I.T. People
know where it came from?

Well, they say it was routed
through one of their servers

out of the university's
intranet.

So it was only played
on campus.

As far as they can tell.

But still no idea
where the feed originated.

Cinder block walls.
Could it be an empty dorm room?

Yeah, now that you mention it.

- How many of those on campus?
- The residence halls are full,

except for Pembroke.

It's closed for renovations
this semester.

This is it!

Perp and victim long gone.

But he left us a message.

"See no evil."

Are you sure there's no prints?

The video shows the girl
and the rapist

- grabbing the bed frame.
- Perp wiped it clean.

- No hair, fluid, fibers?
- Not even dust.

He must have vacuumed
and sanitized the place.

I can still smell the bleach.

It's been less than an hour

since half that campus
watched him attack her.

- This bastard is quick.
- Or it wasn't a live show.

You think he recorded it
here earlier

and played it back
from somewhere else?

All he needed was Internet
access, basic hacking skills.

Olivia, cops in Cleveland
just picked up Nigel Clemens.

You better go pack.

Captain, I can't leave now.

Hardwicke has
the extradition order.

Munch has the tickets.
You are on the next plane out.

- Good luck, guys.
- Right.

So he obviously wanted us to
find that, the arrogant prick.

So arrogant, he paraded her
in front of the security cameras

outside the building.

He had one hand on her arm,

probably held his blade
to her back.

Gotta be miles away.

Unless he stashed her
somewhere on campus.

I'll get patrol to start
checking the buildings.

You two get screen grabs
from the video.

Track down every student
who saw it

and see if anybody
recognizes our victim.

I've never seen her before,

but I'm pretty sure
she's not a student here.

You know everybody on campus?

It's a small school,

and I do my work-study
in the admissions office, so...

But still,
you saw this going down,

and you didn't call the police?

I guess I figured
someone else would.

Even though it looked like
she was being raped.

Pretty lame excuse, right?

And what's your excuse?

I have a huge midterm
this afternoon, okay?

19th-century English lit.

We need your help now.

Anything about him
look familiar?

He's wearing a mask.

I was talking about the tattoo.

Yeah, sure.
I've seen it before.

- Where?
- Around campus.

Couple guys have 'em.

Any idea what it means?

I was stupid enough
to ask once.

Ass-clown told me to piss off

like it was some kind of
ancient Chinese secret.

I can't believe a student
would do something like this.

It wasn't necessarily
a student.

Hacker didn't use any of the terminals
on the university's intranet.

He broke into their system
from the outside.

- Any way to trace it?
- I tried, but he's a pro.

Made himself
a system administrator

and set it up
so the I.P. Address scrambled

the moment the feed stopped.

- Real black-hat stuff.
- Anyone see it off-campus?

Only if they were accessing
the university's wi-fi.

Well, that's why we didn't
get any 911 calls from off-campus.

So our rapist
wanted to make sure

his crime was only seen
at the university... why?

To create a spectacle.

He's raping her
to get attention.

Okay, is there any way to narrow
down his intended audience?

He might be doing it
to impress his friends

or scare an old girlfriend
or just to create mass terror

because he has a bone
to pick with the school.

Doc, can you tell us
what the tattoo means?

I think they were going for
"try or die."

Going for?

Actually,
it reads "pie or die."

The tattoo artist
was having some fun.

Or he flunked
Chinese spelling 101.

The kid I talked to
said he's seen it

on more than one male student.

Well, it's not
in the gang database.

I ran a "bads" search
on a specific image.

Hit the jackpot.

There was one match
with that tattoo...

Carl Cooper, age 22,

junior at Westmore university
till he was expelled last year.

- For what?
- They didn't say.

But he got collared the next day
for sexual abuse three.

He lives a couple of blocks
from Westmore university.

Carl Cooper.

You got a second?

It's too cold for this!

Carl, where you going...
back to school?

- I didn't do anything.
- Right.

Check his apartment.

After I walk back.

There's nothing
in my apartment.

Really?

Except maybe more of these?

It's Adderall.
I have a prescription.

Yeah, I bet you do.

All right, let's go.

Easy, right?
You just text some shrink,

and you tell him
you have A.D.D,

and then he writes you out
a script, no questions asked?

It's legit. I couldn't concentrate
enough to study.

Oh, okay.

What's your excuse
for sexual assault?

Total misunderstanding.

- I kissed a chick at a spring fling.
- You kissed her?

She says that you jammed
your hands down her pants.

Dude, she wanted that and more

until her boyfriend found out
I was macking her,

and the bitch cried foul.

The university
booted you out of there, huh?

It was payback time?
Am I close?

What are you talking about?

Carl...

- where is she?
- More like who is she?

Wasn't enough just to rape her?

You had to broadcast it
to all your friends?

You're crazy.

I'm still crazy?

And you're busted.

I was in a fraternity.

This tattoo
was part of the initiation.

It means "try or die."

Did initiation include rape
and kidnapping?

Dozens of guys in the frat
have the same ink.

And I haven't been to that dump
of a university

since they kicked me out.

I didn't rape or kidnap anyone.

I tossed Cooper's apartment
and the whole building...

no sign of the girl.

Well, maybe one of his
Phi Delta brothers is hiding her.

They all got the same tat.

We need a search warrant
for the frat house.

The tattoo alone isn't enough
probable cause for a warrant.

And your perp was wearing a mask,
so a positive ID is impossible.

Give me a name.

By the time we get that,
she may be dead.

I don't make the laws, Elliot.

Can we hold him
on the Adderall?

He has a legally obtained
prescription,

and you didn't catch him
in the act of selling it.

We found 'em packaged
in baggies for sale.

I'll see if it holds up
at arraignment.

You think Carl's Phi Delta brothers
would be any help?

Wouldn't hurt to ask.

Carl Cooper's a douche.

We booted him right before
the university did.

Couldn't keep his hands
off the ladies?

Yeah. It got so bad, we started
calling it "copping a feel."

I mean, we got
a code of conduct here.

Yeah. You conduct
yourselves like idiots.

This place reeks of beer
and bong hits.

Well, there's no underage
drinking or drugs in the house.

Well, not since you kicked
Carl to the curb, anyway.

What?
Oh, you mean the Adderall?

It's the new caffeine.

When's the last time you pulled
an all-nighter, brah?

Last night, brah.

Look, what's this all about?

This guy with your
rite-of-passage ink on his arm.

Yeah. I can't tell
who that is just from his arm.

What about her?

Your brothers ever bring her by
to meet the family?

So she was here.

Yeah, right here.

- Posing with you.
- Just for the photo.

No one invited her to the party.
She just walked in the front door.

- Get a name?
- Lizzie Harmon.

Said she goes to Juilliard.

No sign of forced entry.

He either talked his way
in here, or she knows him.

He attacks her...
Drags her off

while she tries
to fight him off.

Knowing full well
we'd be here soon enough.

"See no evil,
hear no evil."

Guess we know what comes next.

Yeah, but what the hell
does it mean?

A couple neighbors thought they
heard a scuffle in Lizzie's apartment

two nights ago around 8:00...
no one's seen her since.

Yeah, and nobody bothered
calling 911.

See no evil, hear no evil.

But instead,
they call the media.

That's all we need right now.

What do you got?

Hairs, fibers,
fingerprints galore,

but no blood or anything
to indicate

the victim was hurt
in the apartment.

- Or where the perp took her.
- I'll process what I got

and get back to you
with the results.

Anything from the neighborhood?

I showed Lizzie's picture
around to the stores,

restaurants, doormen.
They all know her by name,

but nobody saw her
getting dragged out.

Maybe their cameras
caught something.

There's our man in the mask.

A camera
from the building next door

caught him going into
Lizzie's place two nights ago

before 8:00.
Well, that's right before

the neighbors said they heard
the ruckus at her place.

- When did they come out?
- Well, there's the problem.

They never did.

Is there any way he could
have gotten her out unseen?

Service stairs...

Leads out to the back
service entrance.

There are no cameras
back there.

Can we put Carl Cooper
under that mask?

No, we can't.

He was busy getting high
at home with some buds

when Lizzie was snatched.

Landlord confirmed it.
He's not our guy.

Then we're gonna have
to track down

every member of Phi Delta
past and present

- who's got that ink.
- I called the frat president.

He's making up a list
right now.

Patrol just brought in
Lizzie's mother.

Mrs. Harmon?

I'm captain Cragen,
and this is detective Stabler.

All this is for my Lizzie?

We're doing everything
we can to find her.

When was the last time
that you heard from Lizzie?

Two nights ago.

She have a boyfriend?

No.
I don't think so.

She practices so much.

She's studying piano
at Juilliard, and...

what is it, Mrs. harmon?

- There might be someone.
- Okay, someone she's seeing?

She said that she had met a boy

a week ago...

But she wasn't so sure
that she liked him.

- Did she tell you his name?
- No.

But she said
he kept calling her.

Could he have taken
my little girl?

I dumped Lizzie's cell...

dozens of calls
to the same five numbers.

All of them unregistered
disposable cell phones.

- So we can't trace 'em.
- Not the calls,

but we traced the numbers
back to the manufacturer.

The phones were shipped
to a check-cashing place

on the Upper West Side.

Store owner emailed us
some surveillance pics

of people who purchased
those cell phones in the last week.

- I know him.
- From where?

Westmore university. He's one
of the students I talked to.

Engels, Gregory Engels.

I'll have campus security
detain him.

She's back.
Lizzie's online.

Right after we ID'd Engels?

Is this guy watching us
or something?

Feed's streaming live.

- Can you run a trace?
- I'm on it.

Help!

Somebody help me!

Campus cops say Greg Engels
is a junior in computer science.

Nobody's seen him
since early this morning.

Well, he just flunked
this class.

He didn't even put up
a firewall this time.

Hell's kitchen...
four blocks away.

This place is empty.
Where's he got Lizzie?

Maybe we hit
the wrong apartment.

Or maybe Greg set up.

"See no evil, hear no evil,
speak no evil."

How in the hell
is he doing this?

Easy. Engels set up the laptop
and broke into the wi-fi network

of a law firm in one
of the buildings next door.

That's as far
as you could trace it?

I cloned an I.P. Number
from one of the law firm servers

onto the laptop. Didn't
leave me anywhere to go.

Son of a bitch gets off
on manipulating us,

sending us
on a wild-goose chase.

Not exactly.

That brownstone
is significant to him.

It's where Engels and his brother
lived with their foster parents.

What happened
to their real ones?

They died back in 2001

when their plane
to the Caribbean crashed.

Maybe Greg's brother
knows where he is.

Well, I doubt it,

because nobody knows
where he is.

Jason engels was abducted

outside that abandoned
brownstone two years later.

I remember that case.

Went cold...
he was never recovered.

And then Gregory
finally snapped.

And there's your monkey.

I-I get that Engels
is traumatized.

- Why kidnap the innocent girl?
- Control.

His parents death and his brother's
abduction took it from him,

and this is his twisted way
of getting it back.

A-hole couldn't
get a hobby?

CSU says Greg Engels' fingerprints
are all over Lizzie harmon's apartment.

Great. Now all we got to do
is find him.

Have patrol interview
all Greg engel's friends.

See if any have seen him.
Check where he hangs out.

Talks to each
of his professors.

I want to know
his daily routine.

Be careful with this kid.

He's smart and he's obsessed,

and that makes him dangerous.

I can't predict how he'll react
if we back him into a corner.

Freaks like him
always make a mistake.

Gotta be some way
for us to trip him up,

make him think we're on to him.

If he catches on to us,
he could carry out his threat.

Gregory Engels!

I don't have a weapon.

You're not in any danger.

Yeah, well, you're under arrest.
Put your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air.

Where's Lizzie Harmon?

Right here..

I see that you have an accomplice?

My little monkey.

If life doesn't get a signal
from me every two minutes,

he's gonna kill her.

How do I know
you didn't film that hours ago?

How do I know
she's still alive?

All right, enough.

What do you want?

I want you to find my brother.

- You crack that laptop yet?
- No, still trying.

This Engels kid knows how to
encrypt forward and backwards.

Hopefully, this'll work.

Damn it!

- Another minefield.
- Well, get through it.

I need to know why this guy
went after Lizzie.

Does he hate her? Is it money?
What does this joker want?

Whatever it is, I'll find it.

Hey, Fin.
Where's Elliot?

I turned around
a half hour ago, he was gone.

As in left the building?

You got me.

It went straight to voice mail.

Well, he's either in a dead zone,
out of juice, or he turned it off.

Why the hell would he do that?

It's off, okay?
Satisfied?

Now they can't track you here.

I still got my gun, pal.

And I still have the girl.

Is that how you get off...

- abusing defenseless women?
- Shut up and sit down.

Don't even have the balls
to do it yourself.

I said shut up!

Now read it.

You went to an awful lot
of trouble to get me here. Why?

I did my homework.

Special Victims has one of the
NYPD's highest clearance rates.

So if you want help, why don't you
just pick up the phone and call?

What's all this crap
with the monkeys?

To frustrate you.

Give you a taste of what I've
been going through for years.

Read.

Read.

"Three-year-old Jason Engels

was abducted 10:32 A.M.,
July 24th, '03"...

"From the corner of West 37th
and 10th Avenue."

Why I sent you there.

"Lead investigator,
Detective Fiddler,

logged hundreds
of man-hours on the search..."

for all of two weeks!

Until some other tragedy

knocked my brother's case
off the front page.

And you cops just walk away?

File some papers, and the whole
mess gets labeled a cold case?

Not this time!

I want to help you.
I can help you. But not like this.

Now, for every cop who is
out there looking for Lizzie,

they could be searching
for your brother.

They don't give a damn
about Jason!

But as long
as I've got Lizzie...

I'll make you care.

You like to make people
feel pain?

I can do that too.

Break my neck.
Break my neck.

Anything happens to me...

She's dead before you step
into that elevator.

- El's car is gone.
- You try Kathy?

She says she hasn't spoken to him
since he left the house yesterday.

Elliot just
doesn't walk out on a case.

Unless he has
a damn good reason.

- Like what?
- The last time I saw him,

he was staring at his cell phone
with a weird look on his face.

All right, I'll call his provider,
get them to cough up his text logs.

Fin, I broke Engels' code and found
a lot of stuff on an abduction,

but not Lizzie Harmon's.

You mean
his kid brother, Jason.

Greg wrote emails to every
law enforcement agency

in New York,
asking for follow-ups,

offering tips,
begging for help.

You did everything right,

covered all the bases,

called everyone
you could think of.

You've been a one-man crusade
since the case went cold.

I wrote a million letters

to every precinct I could find,

- even hired a PI.
- And?

First people were polite,

then they stopped
paying attention,

then, uh...

Then I became a nuisance.

Well, you never gave up.

And I never will.
Would you?

No.
I'd do the same thing.

My parents are dead.

Jason's all I've got.

Okay, so the day he was taken,

the both of you were out
on the street alone?

Yeah.

Where were your foster parents?

Getting high off the money
they got for supposedly

taking care of us.

All right.

Where were you and Jason going?

A neighbor gave me a couple bucks
for taking out the garbage.

There's a bodega on the corner
that sold Italian ices.

- And Jason loved cherry.
- And Jason was 3.

- That made you...
- 12.

You told Detective Fiddler

that you were knocked down
from behind.

By the time that you got up,

you saw a car moving away
from the curb.

I ran after it, but it
didn't have a license plate.

So who was out on the street?

- You have Mr. Davidson.
- Yeah. He was down the block.

- Down the block.
- He was walking Apollo,

his German Shepherd.

Mrs. Gann was sweeping the steps
back on our building behind us.

- Anyone else you remember?
- There was a guy...

weird-looking, stringy hair.

I think he was scoring pot off the
guy my foster parents bought from.

Yeah, here he is...
Jack Delmar.

The only other person I saw
was the daughter of the super

in our building coming home
from summer school.

- Mindy Sherman.
- Yeah.

Every one of them
saw the whole thing...

Me being knocked down...

Jason thrown into the car.

Me screaming.

It's called
the bystander effect.

Nobody does anything because
they think someone else will.

Jason must have been scared
to death.

Just like Lizzie is now.

- What?
- Well, you're doing to her

what the kidnappers
did to your brother.

- Shut up.
- Let her go.

I swear,
I'll work Jason's case,

and I won't stop until I find out
what happened. I promise you.

I-I promise you...

She's dead unless you find
my brother first.

She's dead.

- You find Stabler yet?
- No,

but his service provider
said he got a bunch of texts.

We can track Elliot's movements
by matching the texts to his GPS.

He got the first three texts
when he was still in the precinct.

Okay. Those are the ones
that lured Elliot out the door.

Elliot was uptown
when he got the next one.

He turned and headed east.

So Engels was giving him
directions on the fly.

Where's the next one from?

Middle of 59th Street bridge.

That must be where he sent El the
address, 'cause that's the last one.

So he's with Engels
somewhere in queens.

And we're screwed.

- Him and us.
- Maybe not.

This number's for the burn phone
that sent Elliot the texts.

With a little luck...

We can trace it.

I can't see the answer in here.

So you're giving up too, huh?

No.

Tell me about your brother.

Anything you remember.

Brown hair.
Blue eyes.

We used to make forts
with our blankets

and pretend
we were living back home.

He always called me Gig.

Why Gig?

When Jason was little,
he couldn't say Greg.

So instead he said Gig.

Last thing I heard him yell
as the car drove off.

Why does any of this matter?

Greg...

You were 12 years old.

It's not your fault
Jason was kidnapped.

You think I'm doing this
'cause I feel guilty?

We all do a lot of things
out of guilt

that cloud our judgment.

W-what's your point?

What is this?
What are you doing?

You lost your little brother,

the only person
you loved in this world.

I can't imagine that pain
or what it would make me do.

No.

You can't.

I'm guessing Lizzie's mother can.

This isn't about
Lizzie's mother.

Well, she's going through
the exact same agony

you've been going through
for eight years.

Now, you've gotten
what you want.

You have my attention.
Let Lizzie go.

Tell me where she is.

Spare her and her mother
your pain.

Just tell me where she is.

You promise you'll work
Jason's case?

You have my word.

You have my word.

Okay.

Okay?

- What's that?
- I don't know.

They tracked you here.

I turned off my phone.
I gave it to you.

Did you turn yours off?

Elliot, you down here?

Captain?

I'm all right.
Back off.

- Where's Lizzie?
- Go to hell.

Don't shoot!
He's not armed.

You... hands up.

She's dead.

You killed her.

Where's Lizzie's body?

At least give her mother
some peace.

- Find anything?
- No. We searched the building

top to bottom...
No Lizzie,

and no telling where Greg's
ski-mask wearing partner has her.

Any way to trace
the video feed?

No. It went offline
when he smashed the iPad.

He said the moment that he stopped
communicating with his partner

Lizzie would be dead.

We still gotta find her.

What happened
in that room downstairs?

Nothing that can help us.

I was getting into
his head, though.

I mean...

Is he that screwed up?

Is he that beaten down that
he would take Lizzie's life?

Officer, wait... yo.

Give us a minute, will you?

Move over.

So why are you frowning?

It's over. You smashed your iPad.
Your monkey murdered Lizzie.

What... what do you think,
I like having to do this?

I think you had no intention
of telling us where Lizzie is.

All you wanted was revenge.

- On who?
- The NYPD.

That's why you've been
leading us around

for the past two days
by our nose.

That's why
you tortured that girl,

because we couldn't
find your brother.

- That's a lie.
- Is it?

I just wanted someone
to pay attention.

To care about Jason.

Well, you got a sick way
of showing that.

What do you know about
what I've been through?

I don't care about anything
anymore.

I don't care if I live
or I die.

So why are you crying?

I never wanted to kill her.

She's still alive, isn't she?

Yeah.

Where is she?

Find out what happened
to my brother.

Only thing colder
than this case

is you making us
start from scratch.

When we find Jason Engels,
we find Lizzie Harmon.

Doc, can you pull and profile
all known sex offenders

living in Jason's neighborhood
in 2003?

- On it.
- All right.

The rest of us will track down

and re-interview
the original witnesses.

I was out walking my dog
Apollo when I heard a ruckus.

I saw this little kid
being dragged into a car.

I thought he was
having a tantrum.

Mr. Davidson, do you remember
the color of the car?

Uh...Green.

It was a station wagon.

It was a beige sedan.

Did you see anybody sketchy
nearby?

Guy was across the street.
Seen him around before.

I think he was
buying marijuana.

What was his name?

- Jack Delmar.
- Mr. Delmar,

you recall being on West 37th

and 10th the day Jason Engels
was abducted?

Yeah.

I stayed to visit a player
on my soccer team.

We heard you were in
the neighborhood copping drugs.

Who told you that?

The boy got a concussion
the day before.

Y-you coached soccer?

Still do.
What can I say?

I love kids.

I saw the kid get shoved
in the back of a car.

My instincts told me
something was off.

But you didn't intervene.

I thought someone else would.

And you're sure that it was a man
who shoved Jason into the car.

Positive.

Anyone or anything else seem off
to you that day, Ms. Sherman?

No.

Mrs. Gann was out
on her stoop.

I saw... Mr. Davidson,
Mrs. Penner.

Other than that boy getting
grabbed, it was a normal day.

Captain, that's the last one.

And their stories
still hold up.

Dead on to what they told
detectives

after Jason Engels
was kidnapped.

Welcome back.

Nigel Clemens
is at central booking?

Hand-delivered.

You two look like you haven't
slept since I left.

Pretty damn close.

So you still haven't
found the girl.

Only her kidnapper.

And he just sent us back
to square one.

Cops back in '03 brought in every
registered sex offender in Manhattan

and came up empty.

And three different
descriptions of the kidnap car.

Green, beige, and midnight blue

sedan, station wagon,
and hatchback.

So the only thing
that our witnesses agree on

is that Jason was shoved
into a car by some guy.

What if the taker wasn't a guy?

What, your gut telling you
it was a woman?

No, something
Mindy Sherman said

that she saw a Mrs. Penner
out there that morning.

Now, there was no Mrs. Penner

in the account she gave cops
back in '03.

I haven't come across that name
in any of the reports I've seen.

And no Mrs. Penner on the list of
witnesses brought in for questioning.

I'm gonna ask Greg
if he knows who she is.

I used to babysit
Mrs. Penner's kid, Danny.

What about her?

Her name came up
in the investigation,

but the cops never
interviewed her back in '03.

Because she wasn't there
the day Jason was kidnapped.

- How do you know that?
- Her parents lived in Staten Island.

She was all broken up
after Danny died.

She moved back in with them.

- Danny Penner died? How?
- Leukemia.

He was only three.

I remember the day Mrs. Penner
moved off our block.

Crying and screaming.

Saying all she wanted
was her little boy back.

Hey.
Where are you going?

Miriam Penner spent six weeks
in Bellevue psych ward

after her son died
in April, '03.

And her DMV records show

she's owned a green '99
Subaru wagon

since before Jason Engels
disappeared.

A green station wagon.
One of the witnesses had it right.

She loses her son.
She's stewing in Bellevue.

When she gets out,
she decides to go back

to the old neighborhood
and replace him with Jason.

How does she explain him
to her parents?

I checked.

Parents in Staten Island
are a croc.

Miriam's folks
live in Boca Raton.

- Okay, great.
- Called Miriam's number.

I said I was doing a survey,

and the woman who answered the
phone said she was a babysitter.

I think it was her.

Look, if she's been
watching the news,

- she may know we're on to her.
- I'll have patrol sit on her house

in case she tries to bolt.

Hey. Manhattan SVU.
Which one's the house?

Two down on the right.

Not a creature is stirring.

There is now.

Miriam Penner!
Police!

Put your hands on the wheel.

Put it in park.
Get out!

Get out!

Get out. Get out.

- Where are you off to today, Miriam?
- To visit my mother in Florida.

Really? You gonna stay with
her for real this time?

Miriam? Miriam.
Where is he?

- Where's Jason Engels?
- I don't see him!

Jason who?

- Found him.
- He's my son!

He's my son!
You can't take Danny!

Jason? Jason.

- Jason, wake up, honey.
- He's my son!

- He's breathing.
- You can't take him!

- He's sedated.
- Please, please, don't take him.

He's my whole life!

Miriam Penner, you're under
arrest for kidnapping.

My baby!
My baby, God!

- Don't take away my baby!
- I'll ride with him.

My baby!

Don't try take away my baby!

Get up.

Where are we going?

We're gonna go see Lizzie.

We found your brother.

You have Jason?

- Where is he?
- He's being checked out by a doctor,

and now you're gonna
keep your word.

Police!
Show us your hands!

- Don't shoot!
- Lizzie Harmon, you all right?

Yeah.

What the hell is going on here?

- Hey, brah, you could have knocked.
- Shut up, Phi Delt!

What's going on?

- Hope they didn't freak you out.
- Who, me or them?

All three of you are in a hell
of a lot of trouble.

Lizzie wasn't raped.

Doug never kidnapped her.

- No harm done.
- Yeah?

Tell that to Lizzie's mom
and the dozens of cops

- you sent through hell.
- Greg needed our help.

We wouldn't have done this
if you guys

had found Greg's
brother eight years ago.

- Can I call my mom?
- You gonna bust us?

They're gonna bust me.

I'm responsible for all this.

But it was worth it.

Just let me see my brother
before you take me in.

Turn around.

Jason?

Jason.

Jason, it's me.

- Gig!
- Yeah. Yeah, it's Gig.

It's me.

It's Gig.

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