Original subtitles

NARRATOR: 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.

[ officers speaking indistinctly]

[ siren beeping]

Sex Crimes?

Olivia Benson.

Elliot Stabler.

Frank Bremmer, two-seven.

A white male, mid-30s, multiple stab wounds.

$40 left in the cigar box.

Hack license made out to Victor Spicer.

12 more dollars in the wallet.

It was in his pants. No. I.D.

Okay, so it's not a robbery

but stabbings aren't necessarily sexual.

You know, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

Is there a specific reason you called us out?

Whoever did this sliced off hiscigar

and took it with him.

Is that specific enough?

Works for me.

captioning sponsored by NBC/UNIVERSAL

Sorry I'm late.

I just talked to Van Buren

over at the two-seven.

She wants copies of all our paperwork

since they rolled on this.

Where are we?

Autopsy this afternoon.Yeah? Who's cutting?

Rodgers.

Doesn't sound like there's much doubt on the C.O.D.

Do you think that your conclusional pole vaults

are personality- or gender-driven?

I don't know, John.

What about deductively logical?

Oh, really?Mm-hmm.

I had what looked like a stabbing once in Baltimore.

It turns out some guy was getting divorced,

drank drain cleaner

and, when his soon-to-be-unmarried widow

discovered him dead, no alimony

she stabbed him 15 times out of pique.

Captain?

What?

Desk sergeant just got a call

for a Sex Crimes detective at the 96th Street I.R.T.

Why?

Some guy molesting a dead body.

Oh, that is just terrific.

Who's up?

Me and Munch.

Well, listen, I think a dead molestee

can be handled by one detective.

Cassidy, you go.

Munch, give Stabler and Benson the benefit

of your vast puncture wound experience.

Uh, sir, if the body's dead

then is that considered a sex crime?

Just go.

You know, investigate, interrogate...

write up a DD-5.

BENSON: why don't you follow up with the cab company?

'Cause the night guy didn't have the home address on the vic.

I'll do the hack bureau.What about your erstwhile partner?

Oh, I'd love to, John, but my presence

is required in court this morning.

I read about it in the news. City councilman, right?

Weenie wagger.

MAN: Detective Stabler...

you previously testified

that, when you first approached the defendant in the park

he was feeding the pigeons.

Is that correct?

That's correct.

And the zipper on Mr. Kloster's pants was closed.

At that time, yes.

Well, so to your personal knowledge

Mr. Kloster's pants have never been unzipped in public.

Well, you got me there, counselor,

'cause he didn't flash me.

Then why did you arrest him?

Because two women had stopped my car

and told me the defendant had been exposing himself.

So you arrested my client based solely

on their uncorroborated accusations.

That and the fact that I've known

both women for five years, yes.

So you know them well.

Yes.

Intimately?

Don't be ridiculous.

We're neighbors.

Now, you're a member of the Special Victims Unit

of the New York City Police Department. Is that correct?

Yes, it is.

And this unit is referred to in the police department

as the Sex Crimes unit?

That's correct, yes.

Are you obsessed with sex, Detective?

Objection.

Sustained.

This is an all-volunteer unit.

Isn't that correct?

Yes, it is.

Could you tell the court why you volunteered?

I requested the assignment because sexually-based crimes

are a major law enforcement problem.

So you see yourself as the Ken Starr of the N.Y.P.D.

Hardly.

I think sex should be one of the best parts of life,

not the worst.

I do see myself as the father of four children,

none of whom I'd like exposed to Mr. Kloster's...

shortcomings.

Shortcomings?

Shortcomings?

[ all gasping and chuckling]

Shortcomings my ass, you putzhead!

JUDGE: Order! Order!

Shortcomings, huh?

Take a look. Look at it!

[mechanical buzzing]

Hey, how'd it go?

He's in Bellevue.

The jury came back that fast?

He waved his flag at them before they had a chance.

Nobody saluted.

Okay.

Well, unfortunately, our homicide

isn't going to close as fast.

We have a little problem.

Okay, shoot.

I went down to the hack bureau.

Our dead guy, Victor Spicer--

his license was suspended when he got 11 months for assault.

And...

He's still in Rikers.

You can't trust the computers.

They get backed up and don't input the releases.

That's why I talked to the watch captain

and had him check personally; Spicer's still there.

Well, why is this ours?

Doer sliced off the vic's unit.

I pulled Spicer's sheet--

prostitution

soliciting, petty theft.

He also managed to get

two of his clients arrested-- both married.

So, he's scum, but he's not deadscum.

So who's the stiff?

Well, according to his hack license

he's Victor Spicer.

There's no other I.D. on the body or in the cab.

[ whispering]: Police work.

Seam's uneven.

Now, uh, I would take a ride over to Rikers

and see if Mr. Spicer thinks he has any enemies.

Okay.

You're welcome.

SPICER: Get down in the hole maybe, huh?

Get in there!

Ooh...

cops.

Why?

You looking awfully good there for a dead man, Victor.

Meaning?

Meaning somebody killed you in your cab last night.

Before or after I went

dancing?

Question...

who'd want to cut your penis off?

Take a number.

The victim was using your license.

He had a wife,

a little kid.

Yeah?Yeah.

So?

So, how about a name?

We'll have you out clubbing for the weekend.

[ sniffs]

Yeah, I sold the license to a guy

right before I went in.

A hundred bucks.

I don't know his name.

Well, you're going to have to do a little bit better

than that if you want us to help you out.

Yeah, yeah...

It was on Broadway,

right near the 125th Street el.

That's right. That's right.

The guy had the kid with him.

I don't know-- four, maybe five.

So you walk up to a guy on the street, on Broadway,

broad daylight-- he gives you 100 bucks.

You give him your hack license?

A foreign gentleman at a coffee shop I frequent set it up, okay?

Names.

43rd and 11th.

Cabbies' place.

I don't know his name.

Oh, yeah, the guy--

the guy on Broadway had groceries.

He must have lived around there.

Hey...

you doing anything Saturday night?

Oh, I'd hurt you.

BENSON: Patrol sergeants are distributing the vic pic

in the two-three and the two-seven.

They'll hit every apartment

within ten blocks of Sarabeth's.

STABLER: Mm-hmm.

This guy's wife must be going nuts.

And missing persons won't even take the report

for another two days.

The bigger question:

who was supposed to get sliced and diced?

Spicer or the mystery man?

Spicer's the one who said "take a number."

B.L.T. down, hash with eyes, burn it.

Hey, we talk to you a minute?

I'm kind of busy here. Excuse me.

Hack bureau?

Police.

Oh, what's up?

Have you ever seen this guy?

Yeah...

but he hasn't been in in months.

Do you remember his name?Um, Victor.

What about this one? Has he been in?

Yeah, he's a regular. Comes in about midnight.

He was here last night.

STABLER: Got a name for him?

Now, that's weird... Victor.

Excuse me.

Jesus, I said corny on pump; this is rye.

[ mumbles in Spanish]

Do you know what it's like never hearing English?

Hey, listen, did you ever talk to Victor number two?

Almost every night for the last couple of months.

Oh, yeah? What about?

Traffic, weather, his kid. Why?

Somebody killed him in his cab last night.

This city sucks.

Can I have my sandwiches, please?

It's pretty easy to become a cab driver.

If he had to buy a hack license

then he's probably here illegally.

No green card, no hack license.

Wait, wait.

Peggy told me Victor was killed.

Which Victor?

Who'd care about him?

You know his real name?

Steven.

What was his last name?

I never asked.

I just saw him last night.

What time?

Around midnight, I guess. Yes.

He was coming out as I was going in

and a couple of ladies hailed him.

Could you identify them?

It was very dark.

They see you?

They must have.

We were in the light.

He was just crazy about his little boy.

His wife is pregnant.

They just found out.

Your dead taxi driver?

Cab dispatcher

finally called; said he got a call last week

asking if Victor Spicer was one of their drivers

and what time he worked.

Male or female?

Wasn't sure.

Said the voice was too high for a guy

and too deep for a woman.

Aren't these fabulous?

Okay, you guys...

this poor guy

is butchered and mutilated, and whoever did it

thought they were killing that disco queen in Rikers.

Okay. Olivia, let's just say the vic

had the misfortune of buying the wrong hack license.

Spicer's the target.

Who wanted him dead?

Whoever called the dispatcher.

Wow.

[ phone rings]Nice.

Good stuff. Keep that.

CRAGEN: Go, mm-hmm.

Great.

Uniform just got a hit on your vic.

687 West 123rd.

A Steven Panacek.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

It never stops.

You know, they have more varieties than that.

[ grumbling]

It's apartment 1-B, but nobody's home.

Thanks a lot.

Good job, guys.

Hey, it's the kid in the picture.

You got the victims' services cards?

Yeah.

Mrs. Panacek?

Yes?

Hi. I'm Detective Stabler.

This is Detective Benson.

What's happened to Steven?

Mrs. Panacek...

What? What, was he in an accident?

What hospital is he in?

Can I...?

Oh, no.

Oh, God, no!

Oh, my God, no!

Oh, God!

Why?

Why Steven?

BENSON: He washere illegally, wasn't he?

Mrs. Panacek.

What difference does that make now?

Don't you want us to find out who did this?

Yeah.

What nationality was he?

[ sniffling]

He was Czech.

When were you married?

Almost five years ago.

Steven never applied for residency.

He talked to an immigration lawyer

and he said they would deport him.

[ sobs]

"...with all his strength

"he pushed into the haunted house.

He was not going to live anywhere..."

Talk to Victims' Services.

They can be very helpful.

[ Stabler whispering]Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Oh, baby.

How's my baby?

Yeah.

Mmm.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

[ sniffles]

That's great.

Thanks a lot.

Yep. Bye.

That was the M.E.

The stab wounds...

37 of them.

It still reads gay to me.

You got a fax.Thanks.

Panacek's prints are clean here, right?

Yes.

So let's do this by the numbers.

He's illegal; send a set to Interpol, too.

Forensics report.

CRAGEN: What?

They found part of a fingernail

in the front seat of the cab...

...with red nail polish on it.

Dispatcher said he thought it may have been a woman

who called about Spicer.

CRAGEN: Kind of undercuts your gay theory, huh?

Could be a he/she.[ chuckles]

Didn't two of Spicer's married johns

take a bust?

Yeah.

BENSON: Yeah, about six months ago.

Vice was targeting the piers.

I'm sure their wives must've been thrilled.

[ chuckles]

What are you doing?

Eavesdropping.

Good, you're up to speed.

What do you say you go interrogate a husband?

Anyone in particular?

Enjoy yourself.

MAN: I already paid my fine.

Do you have any idea how many problems

that arrest caused me? What are you doing here now?

When you were arrested, you were with

a male prostitute named Victor Spicer.

I know who Spicer is.

I don't have anything to do with Spicer.

Somebody tried to kill him last night.What are you saying?

You think it was me?

I wouldn't go near that animal. Calm down.

We just want to ask you a few questions about your wife.

What is wrong with you people? You leave my

wife out of this; don't you go near her.

Whoa, whoa, hey, are you out of your mind, huh?

Ow! Ow!

You want to be arrested again?

MAN: No, no!

Then you answer my partner's questions.

All right?

I got a bad rotator cuff.

Just tell us where your wife was last night, and we'll

be out of here.

In her wheelchair.

She's a paraplegic.

Why do you think I was in the back seat

of a taxi when I was busted by the damn sex police?

Good question... if it was

a female prostitute.

Oh, you enjoy this, do you, huh? Yeah.

Is this how you get yourrocks off?

Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Dupree.

Unfortunately, Spicer's a disgusting little piece

of street meat, but he has an extraordinarily gifted orifice

in the middle of his face.

You know anybody who'd want to kill him?

I'm sure there are a whole host of candidates.

BENSON: Like your wife, maybe?

[ laughs]

I know you'll find this hard to believe, Detectives,

but I really have nothing to hide.

My sexual predilections may not be known

to the readers of "Page Six"

but they're certainly known to my friends... and my wife.

Just for the record...

where was she last night?

My wife? Yeah.

You're joking.

No, we're not.

My wife's bisexual, but she prefers women.

Oh, how lucky for her.

We have a very civilized relationship.

So, you won't mind telling us where she was

say 1:00 a.m. this morning?

At a restaurant--

Elaine's-- with me and four very good friends.

[ snaps fingers]

Thank you.

Her name is Clarissa,

and youshould give her a call.

A military plane drops J.F.K.'s coffin

into 9,000 feet of water

three years after the assassination.

You don't find that suggestive--

perhaps even a tad bit disquieting?

No.

No?

The Justice Department waits 33 years

before they impart this tidbit on the American people

and then they say they did it because it wasn't evidence?

What are you, sheep?

Will you believe anything?

[ imitating sheep]

Ooh, hey, you guys going to eat all this?

Suppose we say, "yes"?

Suppose I'm just being polite?

Oh, that would be a first.

That's cool.

John doesn't eat vegetables.

Yeah?

Way I heard, that's not the only thing

John never gets to, uh... eat.

Ouch.

Speaking of D.O.J.,

you guys see the fax from the feebs?

CASSIDY: Internet pedophilia.

CRAGEN: Innocent Images Squad.

They're requesting anything we come across goes

to the Baltimore field office.

No way.

I'm never setting foot in the city of Baltimore again,

as long as I'm on this mortal sphere.

CASSIDY: Why? You're rich, did your 20

got your pension and you're on the job here.

I earned that pension with the sweat of my mind

while surrounded by intellectual insects...

not to mention the fact

that I lost a wife after less than one night

of connubial bliss

to someone who was not only another detective

but a member of my own squad.

What's that?

Take a look at that.

Fingerprint check on Panacek.

I'd say that gives us a whole different kind of motive.

See if any of the victims are in the New York area.

Your partner may not like this.

Why? It's a murder investigation.

Yeah, yeah, it is.

Just don't let her forget we don't get to pick the vic.

Are we missing some key piece of information here?

Shut up, John.Shut up, John.

Not going to be a problem.

It can't be a problem if she wants to be in this unit.

There you go.

MUNCH: "You are admirable

"for you remain firm

even when troubled by personal relationships."

Yeah, right, that's great.

Steven Panacek wasn't Steven Panacek.

Okay, first, he wasn't Victor Spicer.

Now, he's not Steven Panacek.

So who the hell was he?

Yeah, Stefan Tanzic.

Am I supposed to recognize the name?

He's a Serb.

He's under indictment for war crimes.

What did he do?

Commanded an ethnic-cleansing unit.

He was a rapist.

Indicted, not convicted.

How many women?

67.

How many are still alive?

We got 15, five here in the New York area.

[ sighs]

RODGERS: I called you back because the shape

of some of the wounds was bothering me.

So I went back and made some additional measurements.

Width of entry and depth of penetration varied

over different parts of the body.

Can't that be accounted for by the fact

that he was struggling?

RODGERS: Some of them were made

by a blade with a serrated edge.

Some of them are clean.

I hate to complicate your lives,

but you're looking for more than one killer.

Oh... ha-have you found out something?

May we come in?

Yeah, of course.

[ clears throat]

Mrs. Panacek, is your son at home?

No... no, he's at preschool.

You lied to me yesterday.

Excuse me?

Your husband wasn't a Czech; he was a Serb.

I-I really don't see what that has to do with...

He was also under indictment as a war criminal.

Look, that was just politics.

If you want us to catch your husband's killers

we're going to need all of the information.

This goes way beyond "just politics."

And I can see from your face that you know what he did.

You don't know anything.

Steven was a wonderful man.

He was the greatest father I've ever seen!

Let me ask you a question.

What was it like sleeping with somebody

who raped dozens of defenseless, terrified women?

My husband is dead!

And you know why!

Just get out!

Go! Get out of my house!

No!

Oh!

Well, that's the dumbest move I've ever seen you make.

She wasn't going to be of any help.

Oh, not now.

Not ever. She knew what he was.

And she drops a dime on you, you're out walking a beat.

You just verbally harassed the wife of a murder victim.

She lied to a police officer.

If anything, she's guilty of obstruction.

You know, you are on very thin ice right now.

How's that?

Cragen's already worried

about your objectivity on this.

Fine. Let him take me off the case.

Ah, you don't want to do that.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means you take yourself off this case

you're taking yourself out of the unit.

We don't get to pick the vic.

His words, not mine.

I'm a good cop, Elliot.

Yeah. I know.

Thank you.

STABLER: Thank you.

Ileana Jashari?

Who is that?

We're police off...

Did you know Stefan Tanzic?

[ gasping]

Oh, no... no...

He is the one that did this to me.

I just want you to know...

he's dead.

Allah akbar.

[ Benson retching]

You remember that Tom Hanks movie

where he managed the girls' team?

"There's no crying in baseball."

Look, maybe I should talk to Cragen.

Look...

Ileana Jashari is physically incapable

of killing that pig.

So... who's next?

Marta's my wife. Why do you want to talk to her?

Can you tell us where she is?

She works at Fellowes and Kinsolving.

She's an architect. What's this about?

What time will you be expecting her, about?

It varies.

She's working on a project.

[ piano plays nearby]

Well, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you have her give us a call...

when she gets in.

Daddy, can I stop yet?

Okay.

Say hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

[ quietly]: Wow.

BOY: Do you want to go to the park?

MAN: In a minute.

Is there anything else?

Uh, Mr. Stevens,

how long have you been married?

Go change your clothes, okay?

A little over a year.

I'm Nicky's stepfather.

My wife's first husband died.

Stefan Tanzic's the father of that boy.

Yeah.

That doesn't change anything.

I'm on the job, Elliot.

I knew you would be.

[ sighs]

I got a conference

with one of my daughter's teachers.

You want me to drop you?

Um... I'm just going to walk this off.

Okay. See you.

[ dialing]

Yeah, I need an address.

She's over there.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Marta Stevens?

Yes?

Detective Olivia Benson,

New York City Police Department.

Oh. How can I help you?

Just want to talk to you for a minute.

Is there someplace more private?

Yeah.

What's this about?

I just wanted to ask you a few questions.

Would you mind letting me look at your hands, please?

Can you flip them over, please?

I think you know why I'm here.

No. I have no idea.

No idea?

No.

Stefan Tanzic was the father of your son.

No, Robert is Nicky's father.

And I'm sure a very good one.

Where were you Tuesday night?

Right here.

I have a presentation on Friday.

Why?

How late were you here?

Uh, I don't know, late.

Very late. Maybe 1:00.

Was there anybody else here with you?

Uh, no. I was the last to leave.

Why are you asking me these questions?

Stefan Tanzic was murdered Tuesday night.

Oh.

I didn't know he was in New York.

He was stabbed to death.

His genitals were cut off.

Yes, so...?

So I can see that you're very affected by it.

How would you feel if your next-door neighbor

raped you for three weeks

and the government gave him a medal?

Stefan Tanzic was your neighbor?

We went to grammar school together.

When Sarajevo became insane

I went to my cousins' in the mountains.

Tanzic was an officer in the Serb army.

His unit came into the village...

took all the men--

old men and all the boys over seven--

to the school and machine-gunned them.

Then they took all the women and children

and put them into trucks.

Tanzic picked me out.

He said I was too pretty to stay in the tents.

That night, he raped me.

He raped me every night for 23 days.

Sometimes he was too drunk

so he did it with whatever was there--

a wrench...

a pistol...

a broom handle.

Every day he would handcuff me to his bed

and every night he would say

that maybe, when he's tired of me

he would shoot me instead of using me.

So...

I'm not sorry he's dead.

Anything else?

No... not at the moment.

Thank you.

I'm just a little concerned

that she's still writing her letters backwards a lot of the time.

Her sisters never went through that.

No.

Well, her writing was...

[ cell phone rings]

Excuse me.

Stabler.

Yeah, you know, now's not a good time.

You what?

What were you thinking?

I thought you could handle this.

Well, did she implicate herself?

Did you tell her she was a suspect?

I amupset!

Fine. Let's talk about it in the morning, okay?

Thank you.

Do you think she killed him?

There's not a doubt in my mind.

And...?

How do you feel about that?

When that little boy came in...

and I realized that Tanzic was the father...

there was part of me that wished I'd been in the cab with them.

I really wish

you would consider getting out of that unit...

Come on, Mother, let's not... tonight... please...

Do you think this is healthy for you?

You were raped, for God's sakes.

Are you telling me that you don't understand

why she did what she did?

Oh, I understand it.

That does not mean that I condone it.

Wait...

are you saying that you wouldn't have done

exactly the same thing if you'd had the chance?

Is that what you would have wanted me to do?

Yes.

How old is that little boy?

He's five.

Is he going to be better off with his mother in prison?

Do you think you would have been better off

with me in prison the whole time you were growing up?

I hate him...

for what he did to you.

So do I.

And if he hadn't...

you would not be here.

So you don't think she murdered him.

No, I don't think she murdered him.

She said she was in her office till around 1:00.

That's after he was killed.

And no one else was there.

No one else was there.

And no one else was there. That is an anti-alibi.

Elliot, I saw her hands.

There are no broken fingernails.

Look, we know there are two killers, so...

how are we going to find the other one?

Well, you mean, the other one who also didn't do it?

We have three other Tanzic victims

to check out so...

let's do that.

See, being in Europe that's an alibi.

Who's next?

"Anya Rugova."

Owns a restaurant on the East Side.

Sarajevo.

WOMAN: Yes?

STABLER: Anya Rugova?

Yes.

Hi. I'm Detective Stabler.

This is Detective Benson.

Do you know a man named Stefan Tanzic?

Years ago in Yugoslavia.

How did you know him?

He murdered my husband and my four-year-old grandson

with a hatchet.

Would you mind telling us

where you were Tuesday night?

Why?

BENSON: Stefan Tanzic was murdered

late Tuesday night or early Wednesday morning.

Good.

Now would you mind answering our question?

I was right here.

I closed around 1:00.

Anything else?

Yeah. How'd you hurt your hand?

Kitchen accident.

Do you know

a Marta Stevens?

Stevens? No.

I don't think I know anybody by that name.

I must get back to work.

You agree she knows Marta Stevens.

She's not a very good liar.

"I don't thinkI knew her"?

Did you check out the bandage on that hand?

Fine. It was her left hand.

You heard what Rodgers said about the depth of the wounds.

"Tremendous force."

It's hard to stab that hard with your left hand.

Yeah, unless you're left-handed.

You saw her sign the bill.

She signed it with her right hand.

Yeah, you didn't check out that signature.

It's like a five-year-old's.

That woman is left-handed and it doesn't matter

'cause we're going to get a DNA match on that fingernail.

That fingernail could have been in the cab for a month.

For a month.

Yeah.

Theory of the crime.

You just stop me when you don't agree.

One of them gets in the cab.

My bet is on Rugova.

She recognizes Tanzic.

He doesn't recognize her.

She checks the name on the license...

finds out when he works, calls Marta Stevens.

They wait for him outside the coffee shop

get in his cab.

End of story, Olivia.

It could be them, but I told you

it was very dark where they crossed the street.

Yeah, it's okay.

Just take a look at 'em. Take a look at 'em.

I could look at these all day

but it wouldn't do any good.

I am sorry.

You sure they saw you?

Oh, yes, yes.

That I'm quite certain.

Thanks a lot. You've been a big help.

We don't have a case.

Oh, yeah, we do.

There's no proof.

They don't know that.

Elliot...

We're arresting them... now.

A first-year law student

will have them out in 20 minutes.

Not if they confess.

I'm not...

Yes, you are.

Would you please stand up, Mrs. Stevens?

What's this about?

Marta Stevens, you're under arrest

for the murder of Stefan Tanzic.

We got the younger one in custody now.

Send a car to meet us at 71st and Second Ave..

I want them transported separately.

Yes, sir, we got a positive I.D.

from the Sikh cab driver at the coffee shop.

[ sobbing]Watch your head.

How can you do this?

BENSON: Please put your feet in the car.

[ siren blaring]

BENSON: Listen to me.

I know what a shock it must have been

to see Tanzic in that cab.

Don't talk to anybody without talking to your lawyer.

No one. Say nothing.

Hey, you call for backup?

Yeah.

Ah, Miss Slice and Dice.

The psychodrama over inside or what?

We also recovered a fingernail from the front seat

but we're going to get a DNA match on that.

Am I under arrest?

Yes, you are.

You have the right to remain silent...

No. May I call my lawyer?

By all means.

STABLER: Knife![ panicked shouting]

Anya, no!

Get back! Get back! Drop the knife!

No!

Somebody get the knife!

Put down the knife.

Mrs. Rugova, please.

[ agonized shriek]

Get 911! 911! Get an ambulance!

This is Detective Olivia Benson, Sex Crimes.

I need an ambulance now.

We're at 72nd and Second Avenue.

Now!

How bad is it?

I think she got the femoral artery.

[ mouthing]

Please... don't help me.

She's bleeding out.

Stay with us.

[ whispering]

As soon as we heard his voice, we recognized him.

And where were you at this point?

I don't know.

Somewhere downtown.

I heard his voice and looked at Anya...

[ sighs]

I thought I was going to faint.

What happened then?

I don't really remember.

I started to feel hot all over.

My head started to spin

and then Anya suddenly reached through the divider

and stabbed him in the head

and then we were both stabbing him

and the car

went up on the curb, and we... we were out of the car

and we pulled open the front doors

and we stabbed him more and again

and again.

I was seeing him...

taking his clothes off.

I was feeling him pushing into me...

forcing me.

[ sobbing]

I think you've got enough, don't you?

[ turns off tape recorder]

CARMICHAEL: I've got to run it by Schiff

but I'm willing to take a plea on this.

Man one?

I'll take man two and smile.

Severe emotional distress.

I sure as hell don't want to go to trial.

All they've got to do is

get Tanzic's war crimes indictment in

and her friend's suicide

and she'll get a walk.

How much time?

My guess,

if they get the right judge,

she'll get 18 months in a psychiatric facility.

You two all right with that?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

CARMICHAEL: Get her transported.

I'll have her arraigned, minimal bail.

She'll be home with her kid in time for dinner.

Thanks, Abbie.

In my office now.

That's nice.

The game with the Sikh non-eyewitness.

That's very good police work,

but it sure as hell ain't man two.

Well, we don't know...Shut up!

Now, what about the call to the cab company

asking when Spicer worked?

The dispatcher said he couldn't even tell

whether it was a man or a woman's voice.

Whoever called could have been looking

for the real Victor Spicer.My ass.

Let me ask you something, okay?

I read the autopsy report.

Now, do you really believe that those two ladies were

walking around with five and seven-inch knives

in their purses every day?

I think that we did the one thing

that's gonna allow me to sleep tonight.

You just used your get-out-of-jail-free card

on this case, Olivia.

There's only one in the pack.

[ sighs]

She said something to you, didn't she?

"I just want to be with my family."

[ phone rings]

Special Victims Unit.

[ howling]