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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.

The victim's name is Ryan Davies,

reported missing Friday night
around 6:00, 6:30.

- Positive ID?
- Pending notification of the family.

- Who found the body?
- They did.

What happened here, fellas?

- We were playing touch.
- Mm-hmm.

He sent me long.

The ball rolled into the bushes
and l...

there was a pile of leaves and stuff.

Okay, let's go through it again,
real slow, and tell me what happened.

What do we got?

Kid was assaulted, strangled,
left in a shallow grave.

How old? / Around eight.

Wait, hold on one sec.

Mrs. Davies?

We're sorry to have to tell you this.

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Law & Order SVU
1x07 Uncivilized

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 1999/11/15

All right, people,
what have we learned?

No one can handle
crimes against children.

Yeah. And lesson two...
Get out after two years.

Three...
No one can handle the children.

Specifically. Here.

Ryan Davies. Eight.

A couple of kids playing touch
football found his body

in the woods behind the playing field.

Naked from the waist down.
Signs of sexual assault.

Ligature marks around his neck.
Bruises covered his body.

No signs of struggle.

No weapon, no evidence
was found at the scene.

Only a shallow grave?

The marshes behind
the field are expansive.

The crime most likely happened there.

We'll keep uniforms walking
the marshes looking for evidence.

His parents reported him missing
40 hours before the body was found.

Time of death...
Friday night, 5:00 p.m.

Any idea what caused the bruises?

Yeah, a hand.

The marks were round,
and varied from...

a half inch to three inches in diameter.

- Parents have a history of abuse?
- Babysitter, uncle?

- Teachers, coaches?
- I'll check out the adults in his life.

Search the neighborhood
for registered sex offenders.

Any recent abductions
in the neighborhood?

Not that we know of.

The kid's body was transported
from A to B and left
in a shallow grave.

Transporting the body, leaving
it exposed...hallmarks of a stranger.

The last time the parents saw
him was after school,

he went to a comic book shop
in search of Pokemon cards.

He never made it there.

Who lets an
eight-year-old out alone?

You watch over them 24 hours a day,
you wind up with safe little neurotics.

Well, let's canvass
the neighborhood.

All right?

You ever think about having kids?

Why, when I have you?

I think about it all the time.

- Cookies for sale.
- Hi.

Who are you?

I'm Detective Munch,
this is Detective Cassidy.

- You're here about Ryan Davies.
- What do you know about him?

I know I won't let her out of my sight.

- Hey, how much for a bag?
- Five bucks.

Five bucks?! All right.

Give me four.

- You go to school here?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Did you know Ryan Davies?

- I ate at his house once.
- You did?

Did you know that
someone hurt him?

Yeah?

We're looking for the person
that may have hurt Ryan.

Do you think you can remember
if anyone's talked about

what might have happened?
Have you heard anything?

Boys.

Boys, older boys?
Who?

- It's okay.
- Mike D and Jimmy G.

Do you know where Mike D
and Jimmy G hang out?

- You Jimmy G?
- No, I'm Mike D.

Who wants to know?

I guess that's obvious, huh?

What's up?

You tell us.
You know Ryan Davies?

Dude, I live like two houses
down from him.

Yeah? You see anything
on Friday night?

I saw a lot.

When something out of
the ordinary happens,

you look for what else is out of the ordinary

before the out of ordinary happens.

- Don't patronize me.
- Actually, it's "pat-ronize."

- What was different?
- There's a weird guy.

Yeah, old dude riding
his bike around school.

Same time every day.
About two hours after school got out.

Was he there Friday night?

Weird guy.
Skin on his forehead's thin...

see-through, like somebody
stretched it over his skull.

You hadn't seen this guy before?

No, he only started
doing it about a month ago.

- What do you know about him?
- His last name's Turbit.

- He hides out in his apartment.
- His hole.

- On Linwood.
- Cool. Thanks.

You know, I thought
"Men in Black" sucked.

Better than appropriating black
culture for your own bad self.

At least be original.

Apartment Of Bill Turbit
106 Linwood Street
Monday, November 8

So, you like the park?

I like the trees and grass,

the granite outcroppings...
like a wilderness.

I ride my bike there.

No, thank you.
It's a nice neighborhood.

That's why I moved here.

Why the playing field?

I don't understand.

Why do you ride your bike
by the playing field?

Aside form the fact that it's beautiful?

Okay.

I love city parks.

You get a sense of history.

Central Park was a sheep meadow

before Olmstead and Calvert Vaux
transformed it into...

Usually only kids
hang out by the field.

I see.

It's unusual for a grown man
to hang out where kids play.

Some may say inappropriate.

It's a public space.

I ride through the fields
on my way home from work.

Helps me clear my mind.

What do you do, Mr. Turbit?

I work at the recycling center.

I sort out the plastic bottles.
The clear from the colored.

The green, the red.

And you ride your bike
to and from work?

Absolutely.

It's better for the environment.

Imagine the air in this city
if people rode their bikes everywhere.

I've got a great old bike.

A classic cruiser.

I keep it covered up out back.

I think someone must be jealous of it.

It's been moved, the chain stolen,
you name it.

- It's a tough city.
- It is.

We're investigating
the murder of a young boy.

His body was found
at the playing field.

Oh, no.

Did you see anybody on your way
home these last few days?

No.

Friday night, you go straight home?

Friday night?

No, I went to the tavern,
had a few drinks.

- You like to drink?
- No! No!

It's my stamp collection.

My old man used to collect stamps.

- I never saw the appeal.
- It's a brief history of America.

- Planes, trains.
- Elvis.

Tangible proof of communication
between people.

He sold the whole set
when Maureen was born.

Bought us a bassinet.
Helped out with the rent. / Look.

I wonder if this dirt matches
the field where we found Ryan.

Let's find out.

When I was a little kid, my parents
told me never to eat sweets.

So, as an adult you
overcompensate? / Yeah.

I'm guessing your parents also
said you should never get married?

Hey. / Forensic's is working
on a match on the dirt

you took from Turbit's tire
to the dirt at the playground.

Jeffries is working
on Turbit's background.

The guy was definitely very strange.

I almost touched his box where
he keeps his stamp collection...

guy freaks out.

The kids put him at the field
at 5:00 p. M...Ryan's time of death.

Friday night Turbit
says he was drinking.

We need to search Turbit's apartment.

Then we're gonna need
a positive ID on Turbit.

We get that,
we'll get the warrant.

Go to the shelter,
get some guys to fill out the lineup.

Bring in Turbit and
our two eyewitnesses.

You got it.

You recognize anyone?

Number three.

Number three.

He was riding his bike by the school
the day Ryan Davies disappeared.

Are you sure, son?

That's all for now.

- Friday night, I was at the Tavern.
- So you said.

- Did anyone see you?
- I would guess so.

What were you doing there?

I had just acquired
the Inverted Jenny...

Number C3a.

The airplane, upside down?

24c.

It was in poor condition,
but it was a remarkable deal,

and I wanted to celebrate.

You know Ryan Davies?

- Who?
- What did you drink at the Tavern?

Black and tan.

Who'd you talk to?

- Some guys. I played cards.
- What kind?

- Penny ante.
- With whom?

I don't know their names.

I usually keep to myself.

I need to talk to you.

In his precinct there are
nine registered sex offenders.

I went through their files.

And only one of the sex
offender's MO's matched this case.

Turbit was convicted 11 years ago.

He did his time.
He was paroled.

He filled out his paperwork with
the Sex Offender Monitoring Unit

within the 10 days, as required.

And he's been in the
neighborhood about a year.

What was he convicted of?

He re-registers every 90 days,
as required by law.

What was he convicted of?

Child molestation.

A boy.

A boy two months older
than Ryan Davies.

Stay back!

Maybe we should come back
to do the search.

- Why? They look harmless enough.
- Detectives!

Why weren't we informed about this?!

You let a child molester live here,
among our children.

Sir, I am not gonna argue with you,
because I agree.

Unfortunately,
I am not the parole board.

I let my son be alone with him.

That damn stamp collection!
He used it to lure my daughter inside.

I complained, but no one listened.

Are you listening now?!

I'm sorry.

Not all sex offenders
are repeat offenders.

You show me a first time offender,
I'll show you a guy never caught before.

I met with Dr. Meloy and
with Mr. Turbit.

In my opinion, he wasn't a threat.

Is that why you didn't do
a door-to-door notification

when he moved
into the neighborhood?

You saw what happened today.

A neighborhood finds out
there's a sex offender among them,

he becomes a target.

So it's the rights of a community
versus the rights of an individual?

The fact is, anyone
with an Internet connection

can go to a sex offender's website,

and find out more than
he wants to know about Turbit.

He is a simple, religious man.
He responded well to therapy.

He had, in my opinion,
a genuine turnaround.

One year out, he molests
another kid. Only, this one dies.

This is your idea of a turnaround?

Doesn't sound at all
like the Bill Turbit I knew.

Excuse me,
you knew him in prison.

When there's no bedcheck,

when you have to prepare
your own meals, you act differently.

Turbit showed genuine remorse

And his victim couldn't walk for a month.

That boy was in the hospital,
on his stomach, for four weeks.

On the night it happened,
Bill was high.

That's not really the right word.

He was overloaded on a psychedelic
STP cocktail. He was psychotic.

The last thing he remembers is
a boy knocking at his door,
selling candy bars.

The neighbors heard screams,
they called the police.

They found the boy lying across
the room unconscious.

And they found Bill,
balled up in terror

because he thought
the boy was after him.

He believed the boy had died,
and that his corpse was attacking him.

It wasn't the boy's screams
the neighbors heard...

it was Turbit's.

- This blood test is unnecessary.
- We've got a court order.

What are you going
to match it against?

ME found DNA samples
under the boy's fingernails.

These new victim's rights
laws protect the public

at the expense of the individual's
constitutional rights.

- It's your fight, not mine.
- My client did his time.

You wouldn't know it.
He had more freedom inside.

- Please don't! Please don't!
- Mr. Turbit.

Mr. Turbit, we've an order
from the court to obtain
a sample of blood from you.

We can do this two ways,
my way or your way?

I don't like needles.

Sir, please cooperate.

No! No, no, no!

- Stop it! Stop!
- No, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

Home Of
Terry & Linda Davies
507 Cooper Street
Tuesday, November 9

Thank you very much for stopping by.

My son... wore glasses.

Have you seen them?

I'm sorry,
Mrs. Davies, we haven't.

But we do have officers
searching the area.

He can't see without them.

We'll do our best to find them.

Please keep in touch.

Let us know how things are going.

We promise.

- Daddy, over here.
- Over where?

- Here.
- Hello.

We waited for you
as long as we could.

Yeah. Where's Dickie?

I'm sure he's playing ball.

Come here. / What's the matter,
Daddy, are you mad at me?

No.

The Tavern
465 Dyckman Street
Tuesday, November 9

Turbit's a paycheck drinker.

So he comes in here
every other week.

Yeah, he drinks about half
the paycheck he just cashed.

He get paid last week?

He was here.

What night?

Friday.

You see him playing cards
with anyone?

I gotta tell you something.

I have a little girl, about
a year older than that Davies kid.

She lives with her mom.

I was up all last night thinking of
what could happen to her.

I know, believe me, I know, but...

did Turbit play cards
with anyone that night?

Not that I saw.

And I know everyone in here.

What time did he leave?

You know... he left for a few hours,
uh, then he came back.

Seemed real upset
about something.

You never told me what you think
when you think about having kids.

- Ah, selfish stuff, mostly.
- Like?

Like how it would make me feel...
hopeful and stuff.

I look at a kid, I think about all
the trouble they're gonna get into.

No, it's just that...

you hope they're not gonna make
the same mistakes that you made.

That they'll go to a better school,
have a better right hook.

- That they'll...
- Just say no?

- Just say yes.
- And then we get a case like this.

All the possibilities just...
disappear. / Yeah.

Thanks.

And you? You never
wanted the responsibility?

No, I wouldn't want to give
a kid the responsibility of me.

The soil sample you brought
in from the bike's tread

matches the soil sample from
the area where the body was found.

But? / The soil wasn't imported,
it's indigenous to the area.

So the dirt doesn't put him
at the crime scene.

It puts him in the neighborhood,
that's it.

Great. Circumstantial.

Ryan's glasses ever show up?

I don't think so,
but I just started on the case.

I wanted to show you something.

Ligature marks around
the neck have an unusual pattern.

Indentations about an inch apart.

What scale are these photos?

- They're life-size.
- A chain?

Perfect.

We're still waiting for the DNA
reports on Turbit's bike chain?

Yes. But the chain fits the ligature
marks on Ryan's neck.

We've got two eyewitnesses
who can put him

at the playing field the time
Ryan disappeared.

And a bartender who can blow
a hole through two hours
of Turbit's alibi.

All that and one very
precedent-setting night 12 years ago.

That's not enough?

It is, but what was the name
of Turbit's first victim?

Christopher James.
He's almost 21 years old.

- Lives with his mom.
- Father left, couldn't deal.

Well, talk to him. Compare MOs.

You come up with the same MO,
we'll put this guy away.

Home Of
Rachel & Christopher James
853 Fort Washington Avenue
Wednesday, November 10

Christopher?

Hey, Christopher,
I'm Detective Benson,

and this is my partner,
Detective Stabler.

Christopher.

Christopher?

What Bill Turbit did to you,
he did to someone else.

What was his name?

Ryan.

Ryan Davies.

Ryan.

I know you've told your story before,
but I need to record it.

Tell me what Bill Turbit did to you.

My mother didn't want me to
go out alone but I insisted.

I was a big boy.

I knocked on his door.

I had four chocolate bars left.

He invited me in.

I needed to use the restroom.

And when I came out,
he wanted to play.

He wanted me to ride on his back,
like he was a donkey.

And he took off his belt,

and he pretended it was his harness,
and he got down on all fours.

I did not want to.

And when I refused,
he took the belt...

and he wrapped it around my neck...

and forced me down on all fours.

And he pulled the belt tight
around my neck.

And then he began to...

to hurt me.

And he pulled
the belt tighter and tighter.

And the darkness
came over my head.

Thank you.

You never told me your first name.

Olivia.

Olivia...

origin of the name, Greek.

Four syllables...
it means olive tree.

Apartment Of Bill Turbit
106 Linwood Street
Wednesday, November 10

Keep your head down and your
mouth shut and you'll be all right.

Give me some space here,
people, thank you! Let's go.

Not in this neighborhood!

Scum! / Why don't you
execute the son of a bitch?!

Watch your head.

- Sir, stand back.
- Detective Stabler?

What is it?

I wasn't entirely straightforward
with you the other day.

- What is it?
- She's my partner, go ahead.

The night Ryan vanished...

Turbit was in my bar.

He was in your bar
the whole night?

Yes. He was babbling
about postage or something.

The whole night? He didn't leave,
not even for an hour?

He was in the tavern
the whole night, playing cards.

If he didn't do the Davies kid, he'll
do some other kid, you know he will!

- We can't hold him anymore.
- But his bail was denied.

Only because I spoke to you
after the judge had made his ruling.

If a bartender can place Turbit
at his bar the night of the murder,

Turbit's attorney will
have him out in two hours.

This bartender,
what's his agenda?

Guilty conscience.
He's a retired transit cop.

He couldn't live with himself having
made a false statement
to a fellow officer.

Okay, let's double-check
Turbit's alibi anyway, just in case.

What?!

Uh, yeah.

We still have two eye-witnesses

that place Turbit at the field
at Ryan's time of death.

Two teenagers versus a retired cop?

We're gonna release him.

The bike chain we found
at Turbit's house

exactly matches the ligature marks
on Ryan's neck.

Which means very little
without the DNA results.

You know sex offenders
have an 88% recidivism rate.

And I have an obligation
to inform his counsel.

Yeah, you do.

But you don't have
a time constraint on that.

That was your boss.

The DA wants me down there
right now, so don't do anything just yet.

Office Of
State Attorney General
Morris Klein
Wednesday, November 10

Thanks for coming down, Don.
You want coffee or something?

No, I'm good.

A little confused, but other than that...

Tell me about it! Used to
be you catch 'em, we cook 'em.

Now the laws change with the seasons,

and we're not just prosecutors,
we have to be politicians too.

Schiff asked me to talk to you.

We need you to hold
the child molester... Turbit.

Well, if your people have
any new evidence, I'd be glad to.

"The Monster Awakes."

It's not enough
the neighbors weren't informed,

now we're letting him go.

Well, I share their pain, Morris,
but Mr. Turbit's alibi checked out.

So I believe that means that legally
he's a free man.

He's a poster boy for the
"lock up all the perverts" movement...

the outraged citizens who could care less

about civil liberties
when their kids are at risk.

Personally,
I don't disagree with that,

but I don't understand
how this is my problem.

It's not. It's mine.

Right now there is a rider
to a mental health bill in Albany

that would give the state
extremely wide latitude

in keeping sex offenders
off the street.

By holding them indefinitely?
You've got to be kidding.

At the time of their release
you get a psychiatrist
to convince the parole board

the offender can't control his impulses,
that he's likely to rape again.

He gets sent away to
Greedmore for the rest of his life.

How can a man be found
sane enough to stand trial,

be convicted and do his time,

and then upon release
be found insane and locked up again?

It's called civil commitment.

And they need a test case.

Well... like you said, counselor,

I only catch them, but last I heard
the rule of law was you do the crime,
you do the time...

and Mr. Turbit did his!

Why don't I just release him
with a giant "M" on his back?

We'll work as fast as we can.

I have already contacted
Dr. Greenblatt, our psychologist.

As a mitzvah can you
buy me some time?

This goes against everything
I believe, Morris. / I know.

Please?

You got 24 hours, not a minute more.

Hup!

When are you gonna come
and talk to my class?

I don't know.

Whip it around... whoa!

And maybe I could bring
your badge in for show-and-tell?

Yeah... I'll talk.

Looking for pedophiles, Dad?

Where did you get that from?

Danny Baker, he says you spend
your time hunting for pedophiles.

And what did you tell Danny Baker?

I told him that you're a cop,

but you can tell him yourself
when you come to my class.

- Deal. Wanna fly?
- Yeah.

All right. Ready?
Hup, hup, hup.

Up!

Go, go.

This Dr. Greenblatt is different
from Turbit's prison psychologist.

She was hand-picked
by the DA's office.

You ask enough doctors,
you'll get the opinion you want.

You're not very comfortable
with the idea of a psychiatric review,
are you?

I'm not comfortable
with situational ethics.

Bill, you can explain that last question
to me, instead of writing it out, if you like.

Okay...

Um...

When I...

saw the photos
from the crime scene...

the crime scene was my apartment...

I couldn't believe when they told me
it was me who had done that.

Me...

The scratches on the wall,

carpet that squished with blood...

it looked like an animal
had been in my place.

Did you fantasize about
what you had done?

It was the drugs.

My biggest fantasy
before that was maybe...

sitting by the window and, and...

waiting for the lady
across the air shaft to...

take off her blouse.

Do you feel remorse for
what you did to Christopher?

Not a day's gone by...

where the thought of that
boy doesn't go through my head.

But I don't remember
a single minute of it.

It's... it's like watching a home movie.

You don't remember
the birthday itself, but...

you see the movie often enough
and it becomes the memory,

you know what I mean?

There are two Billys involved in this.

I don't know what scared me more...

what had been done to the boy...

or that the person who had done it...

Was me.

I just had...

no idea I was capable of doing that.

But you never know, do you?

I'd like to see these DNA
results as soon as possible.

I told them to rush those DNA results.

He said I would have them
by this afternoon,

This afternoon was four hours ago.

Some day DNA testing
will take 10 seconds.

God help us all.

This is Captain Donald Cragen
of the sex crimes unit.

Uh-huh, look, we're still waiting for...

results on sample number
Oscar Charlie 7729 Apple. Yeah.

You did?

Yeah, well, thanks for telling us.

What do we got?

Turbit's DNA did not match
the DNA we found on Ryan.

Mr. Turbit, you're free to go.

Let's go.

Just like that, huh?

I'll ask Captain Lloral to put some
uniforms outside his apartment.

But yeah...
yeah, just like that.

Um... do I get my bike now?

Yeah.

So...

can I count on your detectives
at the hearing tomorrow?

- For how long?
- Not long.

An hour, hour and a half.

They'll be asked to testify
as to Mr. Turbit's behavior

when they first interviewed him.
Was he cooperative, lucid... basic stuff.

There have to be other options.

Chemical castration...
Depo-Provera?

You miss one shot and
the drug loses its effectiveness.

It only quiets a man's impulses,
it doesn't erase them.

What about intensive therapy?

We're not talking about issues
of low self-esteem or Oedipal rage.

This is something I can't codify
into an exact number of sessions.

This civil commitment hearing is,
right now,

the best way we have
to protect our community.

You're going to put him away
even though he didn't kill the boy?

Consider it a preemptive strike.

You really think that he'll rape again?

You can make book on it, Captain.

Home Of
Terry & Linda Davies
507 Cooper Street
Thursday, November 11

Have you found Ryan's glasses?

The case is not going very well.

I knew it!

Sir, we don't think that
we found the right person.

- We're sorry.
- It's my fault.

I should have never let Ryan...

I shouldn't have let him go!

There is a hearing this morning
to try and lock Turbit away.

Who else could have done it?

We have some solid leads.

...And when we say "Check their ID,"
we mean read it.

Don't be afraid.

Demand that they show it to you,
not just flash it at you.

But that means that you guys have
got to take the time and
really look at it.

And make sure that it looks
like my badge there,

because the two things that the...

Child molesters.

Child molesters count on
is play-acting. Which is...

all that is, is pretending.

They might pretend that they're
a policeman, or doctor.

And the other thing is that...

they know that kids
want to please grown-ups.

So they might say,

"Hey, I've lost my kitten.
Can you help me find him?"

So if a stranger says,
"Come with me, your mom's been hurt,"

what do you do?

Then again, you make sure
that you see their identification,

and you never ever get into a car
with someone that you don't know.

What if you do know them and they
do something bad to you anyway?

You talk to your teacher or
someone you trust.

What if there's nobody?

You know something,
then there's you...

each one of you. You all got that
little voice inside of you.

You gotta listen to that.
It's the same voice

that makes the hairs
on the back of your neck stand up.

What if they try to hurt you?

Then you say "No!"

Can we all say that really loudly?

No!

Right, and then you run
to your mom or your dad.

What if your dad's the one
that's hurting you? Then what?

Then you tell Dickie
and he'll tell me.

Okay?

Supreme Court
Civil Commitment Hearing
Thursday, November 11

You're the court appointed
psychiatrist who's done extensive work

at the Avenal correctional facility
in New Jersey,

is that correct? / Yes.

Could you describe Avenal
for us, please?

It's a maximum security prison
for violent sex offenders.

During Mr. Turbit's 12-year
incarceration at Avenal,

did he ever attack a fellow
inmate sexually?

- Not to my knowledge.
- A guard, a psychiatrist?

- No.
- So because of this one crime,

for which my client paid his
debt to society...

And which to an extreme
degree of likelihood he will repeat.

In your opinion!

In fact, Doctor, isn't this
whole legislation nothing

but a cheesy end-run around
the cherished legal concept
of double jeopardy?

Not in my opinion.

Oh, come on, Dr. Greenblatt.

He was sane enough when he was
convicted and served his sentence.

Isn't it pretty damn convenient that
he be declared insane now

so you can put him away again?

I mean, that's just plain
unconstitutional.

Ms. Kreutzer, we take your point.

Thank you, Judge.

In fact, I need time to review
the proposed statute.

We'll reconvene tomorrow.

Until then, Mr. Turbit,
you're a free man.

You did fine.

In Ryan's neighborhood alone
there were nine sex offenders.

You don't have children.
You don't understand.

You don't need children
to understand double jeopardy.

Want guys like Turbit playing
on your swing set?

- Want to lock them all up?
- Yeah, I do.

Where does it stop?

Get down! / Get your head down!

Freeze! / Get back! Oh God.

Help!

This eye-for-an-eye crap works
in principle, not in practice.

Especially when you
shoot the wrong eye.

In the eyes of Mr. Davies, we failed.

It doesn't justify his actions.

I agree, but I understand
the impulse and all of us here do.

A loved one gets hurt... a child,
a mother... we want to make it right.

What happened to
the guy's stamp collection?

We'll sell it, give the money
to the Crime Victim's Board.

Where the hell are we with this?

Back to square one.

Two eye-witnesses.

Hey, Jimmy G!

What's up?

Cola.

So, you know, you were
so helpful before, man.

I mean, like, really helpful.

We just wanted to talk again. Relax,
I'm going to ask you a few questions.

You know what?
Try this with me.

Breathe.

It's good, right?

Yeah...

It's kinda weird being in here, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Whatever, it's cool.

- It's cool. Yeah.
- Yeah.

So this is where Turbit was, huh?

Right here.

Guy was kind of a freak,
wasn't he? / Yeah.

- Kinda creeped me out.
- Yeah, me too.

The way he rode his bike around,
kinda creepy, wasn't it?

- Always by the playing field.
- Yeah.

Some days, he'd stop and stare,
watching us.

Which side?

Huh? / Which side of the field did
he ride his bike around?

Uh... you know, the north side.

The north side? You know,
the Boy Scouts kicked me out...

Is that the woods side or
the river side?

Woods side.

By the field where they found Ryan.

Right.

- You ever talk to Bill Turbit?
- Nope.

All those times he rode by,
you never said anything to him?

Not even "Why don't you go back
to the planet you came from?"

Maybe this world is another planet's hell.

Aldous Huxley also said,
"But I like the inconveniences."

When Turbit rode his bike by
the playing field, where did he ride by?

He rode on the sidewalk.

By the woods or by the river?

By the river.

Their stories don't match.

Let's print them both
and take some blood.

All right. And let's search
the area by the river.

We're looking for
a chain of some sort

that will match the ligature
marks around Ryan's neck.

Is it hard for you to go home to your
kids after working on a case like this?

Not any harder than
trying to make love

after hearing a rape victim
describe her attack in detail.

I've done this beat for eight months.

And at first I was fine with it, but...

but sometimes, I just, um...

I just...

I can't... / I know.

Instead of seeing a woman,
you see a uterus, a cervix.

- Yeah.
- It's the clinical phase.

It lasts awhile.

- So what's the next phase?
- You don't want to know.

Hey, what do ya got?

It's just another quarter.

Elliot!

We're also looking
for Ryan's glasses.

Here's the partial print from the boy's
glasses they found at the marsh.

Jimmy G's fingerprint.

It's a match.

I think Mike's the smarter
of the two boys.

- Detectives!
- Like book smart?

We found something.

Mike's more than book smart.

He's the one with the conscience.

- Are you sure?
- DNA doesn't lie.

This is the chain used
to kill Ryan Davies.

Turbit said that his first bike chain
was stolen.

What about the tissue samples?

The sample taken from under
Ryan's fingernails matched

the sample of one of your suspects.

Which one?

- You've known Mike D a long time.
- Since we were kids.

He got a scholarship
to a private school.

Came back to me though,

didn't like being
with all those "Richie Riches."

- Just tell us what happened.
- I don't know.

Well, if you don't tell us,

you know Mike will.

My mom...

whenever I'd do something bad,
she'd say,

"Boys will be boys!"

Well, you know, right now...

it's every man for himself.

We don't think you're a bad guy,

We think that you went along
with Jimmy and somehow...

things got out of hand.

But if you jerk us around,
we'll bury you.

Ryan did not deserve to die
the way that he did.

You tell us what happened.

I don't know where to start.

Where'd you get the idea?

Off the web.

We were surfing and fell into
this sex offender website.

That's where we found Mr. Turbit.

That's when we realized this
freak lived in the neighborhood.

The site was specific.

Very specific about what
Mr. Turbit had done.

So specific it was like directions
that were easy to follow.

We got the idea in our heads and it was like...

too good to forget, you know?

It just sorta took over our minds.

It was all Jimmy could talk about.

At first we just goofed around...

took Mr. Turbit's bike, moved it...

took his bike chain.

That chain, Jimmy always wondered
what Turbit might do with that chain.

Turbit could do anything.

Tell me about the Friday
when Ryan disappeared.

We were in my garage, smoking.

We see Ryan go by on his bike,
back and forth.

We started making fun of him.

Like, who let the retard out
on their own?

Who's bike was that?

How many candy bars did
he have to sell to land that bike?

That bit about selling candy...
that's what it was.

We just sorta looked at each other.

And I grabbed Turbit's bike chain.

We were just fooling when
we took him out by the marshes.

And then his glasses fell off.

That's when he really freaked out.

I had to hold him down.

And it was...

What?!

It was what?

Look, I'm not gay or anything!

It was awful.

- Until he started screaming.
- And he wouldn't shut up.

We were worried
someone would hear.

I asked him to be quiet,
I begged him to be quiet!

Then Jimmy took the bike chain.

To shut the kid up!

I heard his neck snap.

He just lay there...

still.

The kid was a loser anyway.

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