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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.

My girlfriend,

she hates that I do this.
She wants me to quit.

She won't complain when
you find her that diamond ring.

'Cause that happens?

Oh, man! You wouldn't believe

the stuff folks throw away. Oh!

Oh, what the hell is that?

I don't smell nothing.

Oh, man, you're
crazy. That thing stinks.

It may smell bad,
but the pay is good.

Not good enough.

Break up that mass
before it jams the grinder.

The damn thing's stuck.

Let me see that.

Is that a hand?
Holy mother of God.

M.E. says she's five, maybe six
years old. Raped and murdered.

Came in with a load of garbage.

Where from? Commercial dumpster.

Half the carting companies
in the city offload here.

Is there any way to tell which
truck brought the body in?

Plant manager says they
get more than a hundred trucks

in here every day,

and they all dump in one
heap that feeds into the maw.

You see everything on that belt?

Yeah, what about it?

Once the M.E. is done, I want
you to bag up everything on it.

Swell.

Cause of death was
ligature strangulation.

And the sexual assault?

Injuries to the genitalia
show no signs of healing.

Raped close to
the time of death,

but that was a while ago.

Her skin is shriveled.
Mummification?

Exactly.

The body was stored
before it was dumped.

I'll know more after an autopsy.

It'll be tough to make an ID

with her face damaged like that.

Definitely post-mortem,

probably from the
garbage truck blades.

She was a fighter.
Take a look at this.

Blonde hair. Maybe
she got a piece of him.

I sure hope so.

Tell me you've got his DNA.

Sorry. The blonde hairs
that were found in her hand

turned out to be synthetic.

From a wig? Maybe.

I'm sending the
fibers over to the lab

to be checked against
the FBI database.

We at least know
how long ago she died?

Based on the insect activity,

I'd say between six
and eight weeks ago.

Judging from the mummification,

the body was kept
in a cool place.

Can we get an ID
from the dental records?

I doubt it. Look at this.

There's so much tooth decay,

it's unlikely she
ever saw a dentist.

We'll definitely need
a facial reconstruction.

I'll send the body to our
forensic anthropologist.

He'll also try to
raise fingerprints.

So that's it?

Except for a few details
that will break your heart.

Displacement of her front teeth

suggests she sucked her thumb.

And she liked jumping rope.

How'd you get that?

The scuffed toes.

I ruined enough pairs
when I was her age.

A five-year-old kid disappears

and nobody reports it?

We checked her dental x-rays

against every missing
five-to-seven-year-old

African-American girl in
the Tri-State. No match.

Someone snatches
your kid, you call 911.

Unless you don't
want anybody to know

that your kid's gone.

So we're thinking this girl was
raped and killed in her own home?

If the perp is a parent, it
explains why there's no report.

And if she's not in school,
she's the perfect victim.

Nobody outside the family
would even know she's missing.

We don't even know
where she's missing from.

The garbage might tell us.

The lab should have
gone through it by now.

Olivia, Elliot, quicker we
get her picture out there,

quicker somebody recognizes her.

Meet Cherish Doe.

What, Jane Doe's
not good enough?

It's too impersonal.

A cute little girl with braids

deserves something
better, don't you think?

Femur length, plus the lack
of epiphyseal plate fusion,

I'd say Cherish can't
be more than six.

So were you able to get prints?

Still working on it.

Do you want to share?

The fingertips
were too shriveled.

So you cut her hands off.

I disarticulated them.

They're soaking
in embalming fluid

to reinflate the tissue,

hopefully enough
to roll a print.

You guys owe me big time.

You find an address
in all that swill?

No, but I did find
an unusual amount

of fast food
wrappers, coffee cups,

fish scraps and
stained cotton balls.

- Cotton balls?
- From a nail salon.

Yeah, which apparently
shares a dumpster

with a burger joint, a coffee
shop and a fish market.

That leaves, what, only a couple
dozen places for us to check out?

How many city blocks
we gonna have to walk?

None, if you can manage to drag
your asses over to the computer.

I've plugged you
your coffee shops,

burger joints, fish
markets, nail salons

into the zoning and
business permit databases.

You still think Big
Brother isn't watching us?

Now we eliminate areas
where all the variables

don't coexist in
close proximity.

Well, the garbage
plant's way uptown

and the manager says

they only pick up dumpsters
from north of 96th Street.

No problem. In goes
the information...

And out comes one location.

123rd and Lenox. There we go.

Bingo! Burger Land. Nail salon.

There's Letty's Coffee Shop

and the back of the fish market.

Why do we always
get the trash detail?

'Cause we're the
right men for the job.

Plus we've got the
will and we got the skill.

Bloody bed sheet.

You think the bastard
wrapped her body in it?

Mmm-hmm.

All those windows up there,
maybe somebody saw him.

CSU have any luck
with the dumpster?

The blood type on the bed sheets

match the victim. That's it.

Nothing on the canvass, either.

Maybe our car will improve

once we get these on the street.

Police today are
searching for the killer...

Looks like somebody
beat us to it. of this little girl,

found in this Upper
Manhattan garbage plant.

The only clue to
the killer's identity,

long blonde hairs found in
the victim's lifeless grasp.

How the hell did they get that?

Somebody gave them the fiber.
That detail was our hold-back.

Now when every nut in town
starts making false confessions,

we got no way to
screen them out.

We must've passed out
a couple hundred flyers.

Nobody recognized her.

Are we wrong thinking
she's from the neighborhood?

Maybe he is. He stored
her body for a month or two,

he dumps her in a
place close to his house.

I mean, where's he
gonna go with her?

Sounds like he's
in his comfort zone.

Paroled sex offenders?

We checked. No pedophiles
registered in the area.

Who says he's registered?

We don't even know
if the perp's a stranger

or the little girl's parent.

Or some transvestite
wearing a blonde wig.

We canvassed. Nobody
remembers seeing

a little black girl with
a guy with blond hair.

Well, I guess that leak
to the media paid off.

Community Relations just called,

there's a candlelight vigil
tonight for Cherish Doe.

How many times have
we collared predators

at their victims' funerals?

Let's flush him out.

Make sure he sees
us, maybe we'll see him.

Cherish Doe, we gather
here to remember you.

A sweet, innocent child,
stolen from life too soon.

We stand here
tonight as your family,

until your own family is found.

It's all clear over here.
Elliot? We will not forget.

Nothing on this side.

And we will not rest
until justice is done.

I call upon you

to search your memory
and your conscience.

Anything you recall

will be welcomed by the police.

Thank you for your support.

We need every single
lead that you can provide.

Now if you recognize
Cherish Doe, please call us.

NYPD has set up a
confidential tip line.

We don't need your names,

but we do need your information.

Did you get anything yet?

So far, no hits on the
facial recognition software.

What's your database?

All known sex offenders citywide
whose victims were under 10.

Huang's suggestion.

Yeah, but there's no guarantee
his mug shot's in there.

I mean, some guys molest
dozens of kids before they're caught.

Your positive
attitude's a real joy.

What's up with that
lady in the blue?

Why is she looking
around like that?

Zoom in on that
lady, right there.

Got her.

Something ain't
right. I'll be right back.

Cherish Doe, you walked among us

as a stranger. But now

we call you our own.

You are our daughter.

Detective Tutuola.
Can I help you?

I can't find my daughter.

Okay, let's go to the front

and make a missing
child announcement.

No, no. I don't mean
here, not tonight.

When? I don't know when.

I'm not sure when.

Okay, okay. What's your name?

Violet Tremain.

I saw Cherish Doe on the
news, I had to come here...

She may be my little girl.

She looks just like my Nina.

I just came back tonight.

I was gone for five
months upstate.

Doing time?

No, I...

I was in rehab.

I'm not a crack addict,
if that's what you think.

I'm a painter and I
do graphic design

to pay the bills.

I'm not judging you.

We were in a car accident.

My husband, Nina's
father, was killed and...

I messed up my back

and I couldn't work
without painkillers.

I got hooked, but I'm
clean now, four months.

ACS took your daughter away.

I knew if I put
Nina in foster care

I might not get her back.

So I left her with a neighbor.

Well, that shows a lot of trust

to leave your daughter
with a neighbor.

Mrs. Hawkins was like
a grandmother to Nina,

she watched her ever
since she was a baby

and never took a penny.

She loved Nina.

You check in on her?

I couldn't call from
rehab, so I wrote letters.

I started to worry when a letter
I sent last week was returned.

And then I saw the news.

And you checked out of rehab.

No, I just left.

I called Mrs. Hawkins, the
phone was disconnected.

I called another neighbor, she
said Mrs. Hawkins was dead.

She passed away six weeks ago.

And no one knew
what happened to Nina.

Sit down.

You've got to tell
me more about Nina.

How old is she?

She's five. Her
birthday was last month.

She's smart.

She can't wait to start school.

She's playing all the time.

The child has a lot of energy.

She like to jump rope?

Yeah, all the time.

What about the dentist?
When was her last checkup?

A couple of years.

I freelance and
my husband didn't...

He didn't have dental insurance.

It's my Nina, isn't it?

We don't know that for sure.

Well, I have to
see her. No, no...

No sense in getting
ahead of ourselves, okay?

Somebody probably took her in

and didn't know how
to get in touch with you.

Then we have to look for her.

It's after 12:00. There's
nothing we can do right now.

How can I get in touch
with you tomorrow?

I don't know, I haven't
figured that out yet.

Don't worry, I'll
take care of that.

Violet's telling the truth.

"Junkies lie all the
time." Your words.

You didn't talk to her.

Then let her see the body.

The child had no face.
No mother can handle that.

Sounds like you're
lacking a little objectivity.

Why? 'Cause I'm not
handling things your way?

The department doesn't have
a budget for Violet's hotel room.

You're paying for it,
aren't you? So what?

Well, I guess
she is kind of cute.

Look, somebody
knows who took Nina

after Mrs. Hawkins died.

We've gotta canvass her
neighborhood. Let's go.

I still think you ought
to let her view the body.

Are you coming or what?

How do you even
know she has a kid?

Maybe she's using
Cherish Doe for a handout.

I pulled the birth
certificate myself.

So back off.

Lover's quarrel?

Gonna be a domestic dispute

if Munch don't
get out of my face.

Look, why don't Fin and I go
canvass Mrs. Hawkins' building?

Good idea. We got dozens
of new leads in last night,

Munch and I will prioritize
and assign them out.

Come on. Let's go.

Old lady died a month
and a half ago, heart attack,

on her way home from the market.

Nina with her?

Smart little girl, called
911 from a payphone.

Here it is, 3B.

Who cleaned this place out?

Salvation Army.

You called them? Mrs.
Hawkins' daughter did.

Said everything in here was
junk, told me to let them in.

Okay, and what about Nina?

Mrs. Hawkins' daughter
take her? Yeah, right.

She said just because
her mama took in strays

didn't mean she had to.

Said the child was my problem.

You try to reach Nina's mother?

Violet never said where she
was going. What could I do?

I had to send her to Child
Welfare, hope for the best.

All Nina could tell me was
that her mother went away.

Mrs. Tremain didn't
leave any names

or phone numbers
of any of her relatives.

Under the circumstances,
we had to classify Nina

as an abandoned child.

Nina's mother
didn't abandon her.

She voluntarily entered
into a rehab program.

Well, then she should
have come to us

instead of leaving her child

with an elderly
neighbor in failing health.

We could have placed Nina
voluntarily while Violet was away.

Your agency doesn't
always make it easy

for parents to get
their children back.

Well, children are often
better off in foster care

than they are being
raised by addicts.

Violet's cleaned up and
she wants her daughter back.

Yeah. Well, that's for
the courts to decide.

Mrs. Tremain's
gonna have to prove

that she can provide a
stable home environment

before we can release Nina.

Where's Nina living?

I won't release that information

if you're planning
to take the mother

on an unauthorized home visit.

You see the resemblance
to Nina Tremain?

This little girl was raped,
murdered and tossed in a dumpster.

Don't get in my way, lady.

I placed her with Thelma Price.

Mrs. Price? Yes?

I'm Detective Benson.
This is Detective Tutuola.

We'd like to talk to you
about Nina Tremain.

She's not here.

Where is she? I don't know.

Ask Children's Services.

They said that they
placed her with you.

You don't believe me?

Take a look.

That child was
nothing but trouble.

Hyperactive, no manners,

always making a mess.

Well, when did they take her?

Must have been over a month ago.

Then why did Nina's case
worker tell us you had her?

Hell if I know.
That woman is lazy.

Never makes a home visit.

Well, I find it hard to
believe Mrs. Preston

would forget to tell
us she took Nina.

She didn't take her.

It was some white
guy with dark hair.

Did you get his name?

I told you it was a month ago.

You expect me to remember that?

When was the last time
you saw Nina Tremain?

I'm gonna have
to check the file.

You got a memory problem?

I think it was last week.

Wrong answer.

It's possible that
I missed a visit.

Or more than one.

Even if I did, it's
hardly a police matter.

Wrong again.

Well, when you
can't make a visit,

you ever send a
colleague to cover?

A guy, maybe? No, never.

No, then can you explain
why your records say

that you visited
her last Tuesday,

and Thelma Price
says you didn't.

That woman's a liar.
You're the liar, lady!

Hey, I want my union rep.
- Yeah?

Well, why don't you tell your union
rep that Nina Tremain is missing

and that you haven't
seen her in six weeks.

You were responsible
for this child's safety,

and you didn't even
bother to check on her.

This is not my fault.
Whose fault is it?

Do you know what my job is like?

How big of a caseload I have?

There's no way I
can see every child.

If you're looking for sympathy,
you're barking up the wrong tree.

Thelma Price was a
good foster mother.

I thought Nina
would be all right.

How could they let someone
just walk off with my child?

We don't know, but we're doing
everything we can to find him.

Now I need your help.

Anything.

Do you have something
with Nina's fingerprints on it?

We draw together all the time.
I keep her pictures with me.

I guess it's like
having her here.

Please be careful,
they're all I have.

We'll take good care
of them, I promise.

Violet, is this
Nina's handprint?

Yeah.

We made that together
last Thanksgiving.

The mother authenticates
that it's the child's handprint.

Will it work? Let's see.

The anthropologist sent the
hand over, it's finally ready to print.

Couldn't ask for better.

People did their jobs, this
wouldn't have happened.

Sorry guys, prints don't match.

Are you sure?

Not even close.

So Nina's not the dead girl.

Nina Tremain
might still be alive.

Two little girls, look like sisters,
from the same neighborhood,

tell me that's a coincidence.

Same guy that killed
Cherish might have Nina.

Are we sure it's the same guy?

He's got dark hair
when he took Nina

and a blonde wig
when he killed Cherish.

Well, maybe he played
dress-up before he killed her.

Maybe it's not even a
blonde wig we're looking for.

I gotta tell Violet that
Cherish Doe isn't her daughter.

Cherish's real name
is Susie Marshall.

How'd you get that?

Computer kicked out a
match to a KidPrint card on file.

Grandmother had her
printed during Safety Week.

I always thought
this day would come,

but not to hear my
grandbaby is dead.

I thought it would be Ronnie.

Who?

My daughter. The junkie.

That's why you were
taking care of Susie?

Ronnie'd ask me to
baby-sit her for a night

and disappear for months.

Then she'd come
home clean and sober,

and beg me to give Susie back.

And this last time I agreed,

because I thought that Ronnie

had finally
straightened herself out.

When did you last see
your granddaughter?

About five or six months ago.

Weren't you worried
because it had been so long?

Honestly, I was relieved.

Ronnie came by and told me
that a man from Child Welfare

had taken her away.

A perfect stranger
shows up at your door,

says he's a social worker,

and you just turn over your kid

without a second thought?

Predator profiles his victims,

the kids come from
a chaotic household,

he knows they're not
gonna question him.

Posing as a social
worker is the perfect cover.

Well, that's true for Nina,

but ACS has no record of contacting
Susie Marshall or her mother.

There's gotta be
another connection.

Well, take your pick.

Our perv either knows
the kids or their mothers.

What do we know
about the fathers?

Well, we know
Nina's father is dead

and Susie's father
went back to Jamaica.

We got a rap sheet on
Ronnie Marshall yet?

String of arrests, collared
for shoplifting three years ago.

Last known whereabouts,
strung out on the street.

Then we got to
go back to Violet.

Show her pictures
of Ronnie and Susie.

Maybe she can connect the dots.

I'd remember this girl.

She looks just like
my Nina. I'm sorry.

How about this woman?

That scar. I've seen
her before. Where?

An NA meeting. I remember
thinking someone cut up her face.

Which NA meetings did you go to?

Five o'clock at the
Community Center,

St. Virgil's on Tuesdays, a
few others when the urge hit.

Well, the whole point of NA

is total confidentiality,
it's first names only.

They're not gonna talk to us.

I bet they'd talk to you.

What do you mean?

Your story might convince
a 12-stepper to open up.

You in?

What's he doing?

I'd do anything to
get my baby back.

Whatever it takes to find Nina.

I'll do anything I can to help.

But I'm not gonna put a civilian

in the middle of a
criminal investigation.

Whatever you're thinking, don't.

Violet's our only way in.

Violet would be acting
as an agent of the police.

Any evidence she obtains
could be excluded in court.

We're not looking for
evidence, Counselor.

We're looking for a lead.

Nina Tremain
might still be alive.

We're talking about
violating the confidentiality

of a drug treatment program.

Alex, I tell people in AA

things I wouldn't want
my best friend to know.

Now I'd be the first
to agree with you

but I don't see how
making an appeal could hurt.

I would prefer to get the
information through legal channels.

- I'll get a subpoena.
- For what?

NA doesn't keep
membership lists or records.

You want to tell that woman
you care more about the law

than the life of her child?

She's living a parent's
worst nightmare.

You think I really had
to run a number on her?

All right.

But the only way we
do this is the right way.

Open meetings only.

Disclose your presence and
don't let Violet out of your sight.

The Ninth Step says,

we have to make amends

to those harmed
by our addiction.

Well I... I harmed my baby.

Because I got high, I
couldn't take care of Nina,

and some monster kidnapped her.

I have to find Ronnie Marshall.

I think she's been here before,

and she might have
some information.

Ain't that against the rules?

The only way I can get my
little girl back is with your help.

I have to find Ronnie.

This is her picture.

The same freak who stole my
Nina murdered her daughter.

Time is running out.

If you know anything, I
am begging you to tell me.

Hey, what's the rush?
None of your business.

No, trust me, it's my business.

I got nothing to say.

Then why are you running
like a little scared rabbit?

I don't know nothing
about no missing kids.

But you do know Ronnie Marshall.

I don't have to
tell you anything.

I respect people's
confidentiality.

How about respect for the dead?

You think Ronnie wants to
attend her own daughter's funeral?

This is for real?
It's not a scam?

You got my word.
I don't know, man,

people won't trust
me if I talk to a cop.

We never talked.

A place Ronnie and
I used to get high.

The Starlite Lounge.

Oh, yeah. Ronnie
used to come in.

Used to?

A while back.

Threw her out for
shooting up in the can.

Haven't seen her since.

Do you know where
we can find her?

I don't get personal
with the customers.

They pay, they
drink, they leave.

Any customers talk to Ronnie?

Only guys who were drunk enough

to think she looked good.

She'd go with a leper
for the price of a fix.

Any lepers around here?

Hey, Pat!

You banged that skanky
chick once, right? Ronnie?

The one with the scar?

Don't remind me. This
bitch boosted my wallet.

You go to her place?

Woman's shelter
don't allow guests.

We did it in a alley.

You know which shelter?

You see Ronnie anywhere? - No.

Wait. There she
is. This is Ronnie.

Ronnie Marshall?

Leave me alone. I have
a couple more hours.

Wake up, Ronnie.

Who the hell are you?

I'm a cop. I didn't do nothing.

Who's she? I'm Violet.

I'm looking for my daughter,
and I need your help.

Cost you twenty bucks,
I'll help you all you want.

We've got no time for games.

We think the same
man took your daughter.

No.

No. Social worker took my baby.

That man wasn't a social worker.

Oh, no? Who was he?

Look, I'm sorry,
but Susie's dead.

We found her body two days ago.

She's better off.

That's how much you
care about your little girl?

Come on, get your ass
up. Come on. Let's go.

You look like crap, Ronnie.

When are you gonna
let me out of here?

Orange juice.
You're gonna need it.

What do you want from me?

Description of the man who
took Susie for a sketch artist.

I can't remember back
that far. Can I go now, huh?

Look, I found your works.

You don't cooperate,
I'm gonna bust you.

What is your problem?

Your daughter's dead and there's
not one cell in your junkie body

that gives a damn.

That man who took
my daughter was right.

I'm not fit to be a mom.

Susie deserved more than me.

Now she's gone, and
there's nothing that I can do

that's gonna change that.

You could help us
save this other little girl.

Make it right for Susie.

We got to get a
description of this guy.

You can do this.

Thelma, Ronnie worked
this up with a sketch artist.

Does this look like the
man who took Nina?

That's him.

There's got to be a connection
between this guy and the three of you.

So both Ronnie and Violet
went to the same NA meeting.

Thelma, have you
ever been to one?

Never.

Maybe it wasn't the meetings,
but where they were held.

Ronnie and I both
went to St. Virgil's.

You go to that church, Thelma?

No, First Baptist.

How about Haven
House? Never been there.

Ronnie, can you think of
anyplace else? Anywhere at all?

Not really.

Come on, think. Where
did this guy see you?

Maybe at the Community
Center on Eighth Ave.

I stopped in there
a couple times.

I go there for Bingo Night.
Nina liked their playroom.

Oh, God,

I went to meetings
there. I took Nina with me.

He cut his hair and
shaved his beard,

and he never wore glasses,

but it could be Terry Jessup.

Who's that?

He worked here.
Quit a few months ago.

How long have you known him?

Oh, most of his life.
He was a local kid.

Just about grew up here.

Had a mother who was unstable.
Went on and off her meds.

ACS ever remove him?

Well, we called
them several times,

once when he had a
terrible burn on his hand.

But, you know, he told
them it was an accident.

What did Terry do here?

Cleaned up, you know, took
out the trash, small repairs.

He used to fix the broken toys.

That was his real passion.

So he was around the kids?

He had quite a doll collection.

He loved showing it to them.

Strange hobby for an
adult man, collecting dolls.

He inherited them
from his mother.

Terry called them his legacy.

We're gonna need
to talk to Terry.

Do you have an address for him?

I can't imagine that Terry's
in trouble with the police.

Do you recognize
this little girl?

That's Cherish
Doe, from the news?

Her real name is Susie Marshall

and the other one
is Nina Tremain.

Oh, my God.

You do recognize them.

Just to say hi.

I can't believe it.

Did you ever see Terry
around either one of them?

No.

But he did pay special attention

to the kids with
tough home lives.

He said that they
needed extra love.

Damn it! We're too late.

Here we go.

The paper's three months old.

Jessup must have taken
off after he kidnapped Susie.

He's got to have another place
where he stashed Susie's body

before he dumped her.

Got something over here.

Polaroid?

Susie Marshall.

Yeah, dressed
up like a little doll.

Dolls are idealized
representations of men and women.

They're pure,
perfect and sexless.

Terry Jessup is like a child

who uses dolls to
act out his fantasies.

But he's a grown man
and his fantasies are sexual.

And he feels guilty about
being attracted to children

and so he turns them into dolls.

Which works for a while...

Until he gives in, he
has sex with the doll,

but then it's not a doll
anymore, so he kills it.

Why stash the body?

Again, out of guilt.

And then when he
finds a new playmate,

he just discards the last one.

Talked to your
friend at Bellevue,

got me the psych records
on Jessup's mother.

Diagnosed with severe depression

with intermittent
bouts of mania.

She'd go around having
sex with dozens of men

and then go on these spending
sprees buying nothing but dolls.

Give you anything on Jessup?

Well, the shrink
said that she was

intermittently abusive
and seductive towards him.

Perfect way to
raise a serial killer.

I talked to a couple
of Jessup's neighbors.

The stress of his
mother's death a year ago

pushed him over the edge.

He became reclusive
and explosive.

I just got off with CSU.

No forensic evidence either Nina
or Susie were in Jessup's apartment.

Well, to keep
the girls prisoner,

Jessup would have
needed privacy and isolation.

He snatched both
girls in the 'hood,

dumped Susie back there.

If he's following a pattern,
Nina's got to be nearby.

Check this out.

Moving in?

My own doll collection.

Fibers came from a
Madame Charlotte doll.

Very exclusive.

Well, how exclusive
is their distribution?

Only three stores in the city.

Sure, I've known
Terry Jessup for years.

Not a lot of guys
are into collecting,

but his money's good.

When was the last
time you saw him?

Oh, it's a couple of months ago.

He came in to buy the
new Princess Alexis.

Craftsmanship, that's
what Terry cares about.

Only perfect dolls
in mint condition.

We need an address for him.

I send mailings to
preferred customers

whenever a new Madame
Charlotte comes out.

Here we go. 2555 Eighth Avenue.

That's his old apartment.

Avid collector like Terry

surely sent you a
change of address.

No.

But he called a
couple of weeks ago.

Pre-ordered a Virginia Belle.

Left a number for me
to call when it came in.

917 area. Cell phone.

Call Terry and tell
him his order came in.

- Terry, I'm sorry.
- He just came in.

What's wrong? After I
called you, I opened the box.

The shipment was damaged.

Would you take a
Princess Renee instead?

You know I don't collect Renees.

The workmanship's shoddy.

How about a 50th anniversary
Nicolette, limited edition?

Okay, but I still want
the Virginia Belle.

Promise. I'll call you. Okay.

He's on the move.

Police! Let's see your hands.

Don't hurt me. Don't move.

Where is she, Terry? What?

On your knees. Nina
Tremain, where is she?

Nina? Tell us where Nina is,

before I take your
punk ass head off.

- I don't know.
- Hey, Terry.

Terry! Where's the top sheet?

Did you use this to wrap
up Susie Marshall's body?

Terry!

Please don't hurt my dolls.

Please don't. Tell
us where Nina is.

She's not here!

Get his ass up.

We ran line-ups.

We got positive IDs from
Thelma Price and Ronnie.

Nice job.

I don't need a confession
to win this case.

But we do need one
to find Nina Tremain.

Any chance she's still alive?

Warner couldn't pin down the
exact time of death for Susie.

All we know is that
he kept her breathing

between two and four weeks.

And we're at the four-week
mark with Nina right now.

If he killed her,
he'd be agitated.

He'd be on the prowl
for his next victim,

instead, he's in there
sleeping like a baby.

You know what? Why
don't you all take a little walk

while Terry and I
get better acquainted.

Now, he's not going
to respond to threats.

He's very lonely. Dolls and
children are his only companions.

He needs a friend.

Your dolls are beautiful.

I had lots of dolls,

but never ones as nice as yours.

Girls are lucky.

They can play with dolls.
Boys aren't supposed to.

I had dolls.

You did? What kind?

You know, GI Joe, Batman...

Those are action figures.

Terry, I hear that your mother
started your doll collection.

She liked beautiful things.

I inherited them when she died.

And you love them very much.

They were her most
precious possession.

Now they're mine. She
can't take them away from me.

Your mother didn't want
you to have the dolls?

She'd hit me if I touched them.

She said that I'd break them.

"Boys are too rough.
Boys can't be trusted

"to handle fragile things."

But sometimes, when
she was really happy,

she'd let me dress them up.

I was very careful
not to break them.

I bet you take really
good care of those dolls.

And I hear that
you fix them, too.

Yeah, I can fix anything.

I'm really good with my hands.

Man, that burn must have hurt.

It was an accident. BENSON:
Did your mother do that?

She loved me.

But little boys are wicked.
Little boys need discipline.

But your mother had
no right to hurt you.

Little children
deserve to be loved.

Bad mothers shouldn't bring
little children into this world.

Susie Marshall
have a bad mother?

She was a crack whore.

Susie was sad all the time.

I let her play with my dolls.

Is that why you took her, Terry?

So she could play with you?

In the Center,
she loved my dolls,

but then she didn't
want to play anymore.

She just wanted to go home.

And that must've made you mad.

She broke one of my dolls.

I told her not to, I told
her that she'd be sorry

but she wouldn't listen.

That's when Susie got hurt?

I don't want to talk
about it anymore.

Where did you keep Susie?

I can't tell you.

Okay, Terry. Okay.

Well, then let's
talk about Nina.

No.

Terry, Nina has a good mother.

No, she doesn't.

I saw her leave Nina
with that evil woman.

I saw that woman
yelling at Nina.

Terry, Nina's mother came back.

She misses her and
wants to see her again.

I know what you're trying to do.

You're trying to trick me.

Terry, where is
Nina? Where is Nina?

Where is she?

He's completely dissociated.
Just give him some time.

We don't have any
time. It's too late.

Detective Tutuola.

Violet, what are you doing here?

Fin called me. He told me that
you have the man who took Nina.

We have a suspect in custody.

Who won't talk.

I've got to see him.

Give us a minute.

I thought we were
working this case together

and you called Violet
without telling me?

You got another way
to get Jessup to talk?

Putting Violet and Jessup
together is a bad idea.

She was strong enough
to go to those NA meetings.

We prep her correctly, I
know she can handle it.

Back me up, Doc.

Jessup thinks he's saving
Nina from an abusive parent.

If you challenge his
delusion, he might break.

And if this doesn't work,

the guilt will
destroy Violet's life.

A dead child's gonna
destroy her even more.

Nina's gonna die if
we don't do something.

You sure you can do this?

Yes.

No matter what he says, you
have to be stronger than him.

I'm ready.

Hello, Terry.

Do you know who I am?

Nina's mom?

That's right.

My name is Violet.

You ran away.

Nina was so sad.

I was sad, too.

I missed her very much.

But I left to help Nina.

I was no good to
her the way I was.

That's why Violet
came back, Terry.

She came back for Nina.

It's too late.

No, it's not.

Nina needs her
mother. Make it right.

Nina's a good girl.

Yes, she is.

I'm a good mother.

Do you love her? Yes.

With her gone, it's
like a knife in my heart.

I have another place.

Bastard's playing us.

Maybe not. Trap door. Elliot.

Nina?

It's okay, baby.

It's okay, baby.
I'm a police officer.

I got you. It's okay, baby.
You okay, baby? Look at me.

Look at me, baby, look.
Okay. I'll get you out of here.

I miss my Mommy.

I'll take you home.

She'll be all right.

Mommy?

Thank you.