Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 1, Episode 18 - Chat Room - full transcript

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.

Mom? Mom, it's me.

I'm sorry. I know it's late.

I'm sorry you've been worried.

I need a ride!

I'm pretty far away.



Mom, I wa... I was attacked!

I was raped.

Yes, that's what I said.

21st and 7th.

No, I'm not okay.

This man, he drove
me to a vacant lot.

He pulled out a gun.

He told me to get
out, and then he did it.

He raped you?

Yes. He said if I told
anyone, he'd kill me.

Why did you get into his car?

I just got in.

You just got in?

Yes.



Why?

I sort of knew him.

I thought he was a stranger?

He was. We met in a chat room.

Stabler: Oh, like
on the internet?

Yeah. He seemed decent enough

by e-mail and everything.

So you did know him?

This was the first time
seeing him in person.

We're going to ask you to
work with a sketch artist later.

I can do that.

Stabler: So how'd
you know it was him?

He said he'd be in a
beige Mercury Sable

and that he'd pick me up
at the coffeehouse at 7:00.

What was his name?

I only know his screen name.

The Yachtsman.

The Yachtsman?

I thought with a name like that

he'd be a gentleman.

It shows you how
wrong you can be.

16-year-old girl named Karen Ray

gave us these drawings of a
man who raped and abducted her.

Abducted? What happened?

It's not a stranger
abduction. Not like that.

This is not the name
his mother gave him.

"The Yachtsman"... maybe we
should work with the Coast Guard.

It's a chat room
name. They met online.

Right now, that's all we got.

I love the information superhighway.
You can meet creepazoids

from all over the world
without leaving home.

How's the victim taking it?

She was pretty shaken up last night, but
we're going to re-interview this morning.

By the time the lab
comes back with anything,

this guy could be
halfway around the world.

So we got to move on
this, people, and now.

I'd like to get into her computer.
It's the most direct route to this guy.

Yeah, it is. Raye lives in
Brooklyn with her mother.

You and Munch pick up the
computer, put a name to this Yachtsman.

70 million people on the
internet... everyone a suspect.

You got into his
car at about 7:00?

Yeah, around 7:00.

You checked into the
hospital after 11:00, right?

That sounds about right.

What happened before the
attack? Did you talk to him?

- Sure.
- What'd you talk about?

My school, my family.

I was pretty eager to meet
this guy. Stupid, isn't it?

You've been corresponding
for a while, right?

E-mail, you mean?

About three to four months.

Why'd you choose last
night to meet this guy?

We'd been talking
about it for a while, and...

Online, I mean.

I... last night just
seemed like the right time.

Benson: Who picked
the date, you or him?

- I did.
- And why last night?

I thought I could get out.

Tuesday night is
Mom's big night out...

Choir practice.

So you just got in his car

and you drove around
for three or four hours.

Seems like a long time.

Yeah, well, not
all of it was driving.

Some of it was just parking.

Okay. Okay. You know
what I think we should do?

Why don't we just grab a
car? We'll retrace your route,

and maybe it'll help
you remember more.

Did you mean go all
the places all over again?

- Yeah.
- Do we have to?

Karen, that's how we're
going to find this guy.

What time did your daughter
leave last night, Ms. Raye?

I dropped her off
at the library at 6:15.

When I went to check on
her at 8:30, she wasn't there.

You went to check on her?

I went to check on her. I
would've stayed the whole night

if I didn't have choir practice.

- So you don't trust her?
- No, I trust her,

but as Ronald Reagan
said, "Trust but verify."

She's at that age.

What age is that?

The age when she's got a woman's
body, but the sense of judgment of a child.

Oh. Has she had
problems with boyfriends?

She's too young
to have boyfriends.

I understand, but it's not
unusual for a girl her age to date.

Yeah, well, she doesn't date.

She's allowed to attend church

or school functions

as long as there's a chaperone.

And she's welcome to have a boy
into our home as long as he's a friend.

Has she done that?

No.

I thought the weirdo that
did this was from the Internet.

Just because she didn't know him,
doesn't mean he didn't know her.

Do you think we could
look at her computer?

I wouldn't have a
computer in my home.

The computer's over at
her father's apartment.

- You're divorced?
- We never married,

because when I was Karen's
age I didn't have somebody

looking out for me the
way I look out for her.

Do you allow her to visit him?

I don't allow it. He
got a court order

forcing me to let her go
there every other weekend.

And if that makes
sense, you tell me.

Benson: Is this the corner
where he picked you up?

- Yes.
- Okay, which corner?

Right over there.

What direction was he driving?

This direction.

All right, you just tell
us where to turn, okay?

Make a quick left.

This right here is a one-way.
I can only take a right.

Well, I guess I was wrong.

Go right.

Are you sure, Karen?

I said go right, okay?

Okay.

Karen's a good kid.
She studies hard.

- Is she an "A" student?
- Were you?

As a matter of fact, I was...
except for the sciences and Spanish.

What about her computer usage?

She downloaded a lot of songs.

Did you monitor
where she surfed?

Ah, hell, Karen knows more about
that thing than I do. What's to monitor?

- She says she met
her attacker online.
- I know.

Would you mind if we took your
computer with us for a few days?

What?

There are a few naked
pictures on there, too.

They're not hers.

- They're yours?
- It's not porn or anything.

It's nudes... Women
posing with big cats.

Lions, leopards,
that sort of thing.

It's password protected.
She could never get to it.

I'm sure she never saw a thing.

This where it happened?

Yes.

A lot of people around.

No one saw you
or heard anything?

I don't know. I was
scared. I was terrified.

You don't believe me?

It's just like they say.
This is worse than the rape.

It happened right here and you
guys act like I'm making this up.

Karen, we're just trying
to get the details right.

But if there's something you're not
telling us, you have to come clean.

He put a gun to my head,
he told me to take my pants off

and he raped me.

And you guys don't believe me!

How did you get
my dad's computer?

Your father wants to catch
this guy as much as we do.

Okay, Karen, why don't you
wait for us in that room over there?

Debbie. We'll get you
a soda or something.

Right in there.

What is that?

That is leopardus pardalis,
commonly known as the ocelot,

posing with Bree Crosley.

Commonly known
as Miss September.

It's just her father's stuff.

We were coming to the same
conclusion... there is no Yachtsman.

Then who's been sending her
all these high-minded justifications

for May-December relationships?

- What's in here?
- A lot of derivative
symbolist poetry.

Plus pictures, but they're encrypted
or something... we can't see them.

There's a tech guy coming over. He
says he thinks he can show them to us.

We read some of the things
that this guy e-mailed to you.

Oh, no.

He's a predator, Karen,
why are you protecting him?

I'm not protecting him.

He didn't really take you
to that parking lot, did he?

No.

Benson: You made that part up.

Yes.

Listen, it's okay.

We just need you to tell
us what really happened.

Karen, look at me.

Even though he didn't use force,

he still took advantage of you.

We can charge him
with statutory rape.

Those cases are taken
very seriously nowadays.

- Could he go to jail?
- Yes, he could.

What have I done?

I never met The Yachtsman.

What?

He was this guy that
me and my girlfriends

used to e-mail as a joke.

Stabler: Okay, so
who were you with?

I was with my boyfriend Keith.

Your boyfriend? Why'd
you tell us you were raped?

Because we made love

and I didn't want
my mom to find out.

She's totally paranoid
and she would've known.

Benson: How?

When I come home she
makes me undress in front of her

and she smells my hair.

She's a total fascist.

Please, please,
don't tell my mother.

She'll kill me.

Karen, nothing your
mother does or might do

justifies you filing
a false police report.

- You understand
that's a serious crime?
- I'm sorry.

All this time we spent looking
for someone who doesn't exist

is time that we didn't spend

trying to help women
who were raped.

Now you think about them.

I'm sorry. What can I do?

First recant the story
that you told us earlier.

Then, tell us what
really happened.

Are you going to
arrest my boyfriend?

Why would we do that?

Because he's 21.

We should talk to him.

What, Karen?

Yeah, your girlfriend.
Karen Raye, right?

Is she in trouble? Did
something happen to her?

We're sorting that out but
she's okay. Yeah, come on.

That's good.

How old are you?

Uh, 21.

- How old is she?
- 16.

I know, the age difference.

But she is more mature than
any girl I've ever met in college.

Keith, trust me,
She's not that mature.

- You know
why we're talking?
- No.

You ever hear of statutory rape?

Now you seem like
a nice guy to me.

You like her?

Yeah.

You love her?

Yeah.

You don't seem too sure to me.

Look, give it a rest.

A year, a year and a half,

you still think you
want to go out with her,

hey, you'll have no
problems with me.

Yeah, I hear you.

Good.

That's it.

Thanks.

You know, the only difference
between here and robbery

is robbery victims don't lie.

It's not a waste of time. Have
you seen Yachtsman's letters?

I thought it was hot air. He didn't
really try to set up a meeting with her?

- Well, not with her.
- But?

We did a little digging.

He e-mailed her some
photos of himself. Take a look.

The man's face is blackened
out, but not his date's.

How old is that girl?

Not old enough. Not
nearly old enough.

I don't need to
look at this crap.

It's evidence, Elliot.

How many photos
were on her computer?

Too many.

I guess he sent them
several times a day.

Every time I open my e-mail,

I have messages waiting for me.

And they're always
from Tina or Betsy

or Mitzy having
something to show me.

Yeah, "Hottest teen
site on the Internet."

And they're just there
right when you log on.

If they are teens. These
sites, you can't tell their ages.

You don't even know
if it's the girl posing.

It can be a cut-and-paste job.

They're being scanned
in from a Sears catalog.

- And if we get them...
- Dickie, Maureen, Elizabeth
and Kathleen do, too.

I know.

It scares me.

Honey, it scares me, too,

but I can't just walk into a
room and restrain the guy.

Why not?

These predators, you
tell me where they are.

I can't hear 'em.
I can't see 'em.

But they're out there.

Honey, they're in here.

Stabler: He's one of
your internet users.

Clients. And we value
their privacy. I'm sorry.

We have reason to believe he
may have posed for sex pictures.

- So?
- With a minor.

I'm sure your other
clients would want to know

you're doing everything
you can to fight this problem.

Okay, what do you want to
know about this Yachtsman?

Where he is.

Just take a minute.

You can find out anything you want
about somebody from their e-mail address?

Sure, once you're online,
we can follow you anywhere.

So much for anonymity.

Well, what happens
when you click on Amazon?

It says, "Welcome,
Olivia Benson."

That's right, and that's
before you type anything.

Every time you click that mouse,

you're sending out personal
info on little things called cookies.

The Internet's like a
gigantic tape recorder

that just runs 24 hours a day.

Okay.

Yachtsman. His real
name's Harry Waters.

Waters?

He likes to visit just about
every kind of sex chat room.

Underage stuff?

Yeah, but not exclusively.

He also visited
mainstream porn sites,

programming sites, music sites.

What are the music sites?

Britney Spears, Backstreet
Boys, 98 Degrees.

My daughter likes them.

Waters is about
like any of our users.

For example, he also
liked poker and auctions.

Benson: What'd he buy at eBay?

Looks like...

panties... used panties.

He won seven panty
auctions in the last year.

That's disgusting.

Very disgusting. You
got his home address?

It's a work address.

- So give us that.
- Universal dot net.

Had their IPO
right after we did.

Man: Never liked the guy.

So why'd you hire him?

He was the best. He's a
really good programmer.

But?

After the IPO, we sprung
for this huge trip to Cuba.

- See a game...
- The Orioles.

Yeah! It was a big deal, and
Waters didn't even go to the game.

So where did he go?

He said he was sick...
Something he ate.

So we felt bad for the guy.
Decided to get him some souvenirs.

We go to his room
to give them to him.

This little kid comes
out of the bathroom.

She says in English,
"You want good time, too?"

We get back to the States,

we'd look at him, think,

"What makes this guy tick
that a little kid turns him on?"

Fortunately he
quit right after that.

You still have his computer?

- Yeah, you want it?
- We'd love it.

No one here would touch it.

He was like a contagion.

It's all yours.

- Stabler: Who's this?
- That's him.

His computer hasn't been
touched for 10 months,

so we can forget finding
an address for him.

- But?
- But, check this out...

File names for pictures.

"Girl Love," "Hot
14," "Horny Teen"...

He's got text filed called
"Diary," "Personal E-mail,"

"School Schedules,"
"Likes," "Dislikes"...

Each for a couple
of dozen girls' names.

We can take this to the
DA... Stalking behavior,

illegal porn,
intent to distribute.

- That's only
if we had the actual files.
- I thought we did.

Only the names. It's like having an
inventory list without the inventory.

The real stuff is off-site, like
the other end of a phone line.

He's covering his ass.

Let's uncover it. Whose
phone line is he using?

718 area code, Brooklyn Heights.

Van Essian, Keith.

Keith. That son of a bitch.

I was just squatting his files in
my system. It's not even my stuff.

- It's your system, your house.
- And it's filled with
kiddie porn.

- They're not my files.
- Doesn't matter.

Someone comes to me and wants
to store illegal stuff in my garage,

he's either my best friend, or I'm
getting something out of the deal.

- He's not my friend.
- Benson: No? What's in it
for you then?

You're the one with
the pictures of her,

and the e-mails, and pictures
of dozens of other girls.

I don't know how that got there.

Do we look like
imbeciles to you?

They're just pictures.

They're not just pictures!

These are underage
girls. Terrified, drugged

and getting photographed
without their permission.

You little snot-nosed
son of a bitch,

you're going to tell
me what I want to know.

Now, you got that?!

Are those your
pictures or aren't they?

- Yeah.
- All right,
now start explaining.

It started small.

This one girl... my buddy
had a falling out with this girl...

so he took some nude
photos that he took of her

and he put them up on the net

to get back at her.

And you did him that favor?

Yeah.

But what we didn't
expect was all these guys

who e-mailed us asking
everything about her.

Benson: What kind of guys?

Guys who saw the
pictures, got turned on,

and were willing to pay.

And thus, a business was born.

First it was just girls we knew,

girls we were dating,
girls we picked up.

But the money was big

and it was real.

So we started taking requests.

They go, "Get me a redhead,"

or "I'm looking for
a flat-chested girl."

I don't know, these
guys are freaks.

Yeah, but they got the
money, and you're their pimp.

I was... I was just giving
people what they want.

No, that's what I
said, you're a pimp.

For cyber-johns, you're a pimp.

Guys like The Yachtsman.

Yeah, him and others.

What about the money?

They paid in net cash.

They paid in
credits on websites.

It's all untraceable
cyber-bucks.

That was the genius of it.

To muddy up the waters.

To keep the cops away.

Nice try.

Okay, so I'm going to
go over to Hannah's now.

Now?

- Yeah, I have a history test.
- It's next Tuesday.

- Yeah.
- She can come over here.

But she's an only child,

it's so much
quieter at her place.

Over at her mom's or her dad's?

Well... why?

Why do I want to know who's
going to be watching my child?

But I don't understand.

How do you know all this?

How do you know I have a
history test next Tuesday?

Have you been reading my e-mail?

- Well...
- You have, haven't you?

I just wanted to find
out if someone was

sending you things you
shouldn't be looking at.

Of course they do! I get at
least 10 junk e-mails a day

and I delete them all, Dad!

What else have
you gone through?!

- Look, I know you think
I'm paranoid, - Hello?

Let's just talk about this. You
can tell me anything you want.

This is going real well.

You want to read
my journal, too?

No!

You have a journal?

Unbelievable!

This Yachtsman's got a
taste for naked pictures.

He and everyone else. Number
one search term on the Internet?

- Sex?
- Number two. Number one is Pam Anderson.

Pam Anderson is well over 18.

Those pictures show
girls who are not.

They could be faked.
Catalog pictures

digitally altered to make
them appear naked.

Thank you, John,
but I'd just as soon

hear him make his
rationalizations in person.

Except we still don't
know where he is.

Well, let's trace his e-mail.

He's real sharp. He
reroutes his sessions

so it appears he's logging
in from a new location.

Kind of a high-tech shell game.

Cragen: Then let's
make him come to us.

We know where
he goes on the net.

That we do...
Teenager chat rooms.

And we know what he desires.

Yeah, Britney Spears,
only 10 years younger.

Well then, let's give
the man what he wants.

Yachtsman is on the air. He's
explaining to a girl named Marie

how to filch Prozac
from her mother.

Talk to him.

Munch: Okay, my
parents are so harsh.

You got him.

He says he, like, understands.

Munch: As if.

Cragen: I wonder if
some of these people

wouldn't have followed
certain instincts...

But from the
privacy of your home,

forbidden is so much easier.

He wants to meet in person.

Where?

A cafe in Chelsea,
tomorrow, noon.

Excuse me. Hi.

I'm The Yachtsman.

You must be Nicole.

Actually, I'm Nicole.

Let's go.

You can talk to my lawyer.

That's all I'm going to say.

What are you
charging my client with?

Soliciting a minor.

I thought he solicited
a 48-year-old detective.

A man named John Munch.

- He thought it was
a 12-year-old girl.
- How do you know that?

You'll get a transcript of his chat
room pickup lines in the discovery phase.

A chat room in which
you and your fellow

"thought police"
were participating?

But I suppose you
were just working.

Excuse me,

could I have a word
with you, please?

Off the record? Sure.

Your client was discovered
by one of his co-workers

having a fling with a
12-year-old in Cuba.

12, Ms. Hammond.

The same people that
fired him told you that.

He wasn't fired, he quit. And
his computer is full of kiddie porn.

So I'm supposed to give him something
less than the best possible legal advice?

- You have children,
Ms. Hammond?
- I have three nieces.

And I understand what you're
trying to tell me about my client,

but I'm not going to be remiss
in my duty as an attorney

just because you haven't
made a credible case yet.

It'll be credible to a jury.

Mm-hmm.

She's going to argue that he knew he
was talking to an adult the entire time.

Role playing,
fantasizing, whatever.

He solicited minors
multiple times.

Flesh and blood minors! These are
someone's children, for God's sake!

Don, I hear you,

but two years ago I didn't
know my ass from Windows 95.

Cyberspace crimes are
very, very tough to prosecute.

He is a clear threat to society.

I know, but we
don't have a case!

"Alt-sex-teens,"
"father-daughter lovefest,"

"The May-December league."
This is how Waters spends his time

and still Eastman
won't file on him.

- Stabler: What does she want?
- She says a jury might
go either way

on the soliciting charge,
so she kicked it back to us.

I'll tell you what, forget
about the internet.

Bring me a victim Eastman
can put on the stand.

All we have is what
he's done online.

Except for his big
date with Munch,

we have no evidence he
ever contacted his little friends.

Except for the panty auctions.

- Whoa, whoa, what is this?
- He bought panties from
little schoolgirls.

Perversion by mail, he never
bought anything in person.

Maybe he was more interested in
the return address than in the panties.

He bought three pairs from
a 15-year-old in Queens.

Shipped one-day mail
in a plain brown wrapper.

Munch: We're looking
for a Doris Harrington.

- Is she in?
- Uh... no.

No, she's not, I'm afraid.

- Are you her mother?
- I'm flattered,

but I'm a grandmother.

Uh, can I ask what you want?

Pedophilia, Mrs...?

Harrington.

Oh!

You mind if we come in before
we all freeze to death, please?

- Munch: Hello, ladies.
- It's the police.

High stakes canasta, do the
Mashantucket Pequots know about this?

We're not doing
anything illegal!

Did I say you were? The vibe in
here is a tad touchy, Mrs. Harrington.

It's not easy getting old.

No ageism implied, but we need to talk to
your granddaughter. We think she's in danger.

Did you read the warrant, Doris?

Doris?!

You're Doris?

Yes, my granddaughter's
name is Elaine.

She's in school, I hope.

Ahem, may I?

No! This isn't Russia!

Shut up, Betty.

Uh, well, you've
heard of the, uh...

Beardstown Ladies'
Investment Club?

Well, we found our own niche.

I hope these are
your granddaughter's.

Of course!

We advertise used Homecoming
Queen undergarments.

- That's what we provide.
- Munch: Truth in advertising.

I'm sure "Parents" magazine will
award you their seal of approval.

Man: This is the first time we've had
detectives on our campus this year.

We pride ourselves
on our security here.

Metal detectors
can only go so far.

Which is why I've
hired an outside firm

to conduct background
checks on every teacher,

every janitor, every cook.

- That's a good start.
- We conduct random
locker searches

with drug dogs
several times a month,

enforce a strict dress code,

ban all pagers, all cell phones.

How about the internet?

We make every effort to regulate
our students internet usage.

Like how?

Certain software blocks out certain
sites, but you know what kept happening?

Computers crashed?

One of our students was
doing a report on breast cancer...

Could not access any site
featuring the word "breast."

- Did you remove the block?
- Our students are
most important.

At their age, their bodies
are constantly changing.

It's weird,
sometimes scary stuff.

But if one of our students
wanted to go on the net

and get some info on
their changing bodies,

they'd have to use
the anatomical terms...

And the software locks it out.

So, we locked out the software,

which maybe we
shouldn't have done.

Elaine, this is Detective
Stabler, Detective Benson.

They'd like to ask
you a few questions.

What did I do?

We just want to know if you
know a man named Harry Waters?

No.

Online he's known
as The Yachtsman?

Elaine,

are you sure that you
never heard of him?

Do you know him?

- Yeah.
- Uh-huh.

How do you know him?

We...

We had a thing.

What kind of a thing?

Why don't we go somewhere
else and talk about it, okay?

Let's go.

This "thing" between
you and Waters,

when did it begin?

I was just hanging around the
house one day when he came by.

Stabler: What was
he doing there?

He wanted to order more...

Panties?

Don't worry about that.

Your grandmother told
us that it was all her idea.

I thought it was goofy,

kind of funny.

But he was really nice.

He talked about his own daughter

who died in a car crash.

Okay, so he came
onto you like a father.

He was interested in
what I was doing in school.

What music I liked

and what I liked to do for fun.

Did he ever ask
you how old you are?

I told him 14.

We had already discussed

"The Age of
Innocence" and all that.

Benson: Elaine, when
did it become intimate?

September.

We met at the
park by the fountain.

It was a Saturday, so there
were a lot of families around.

It was nice.

My own dad left
when I was eight.

So then,

he took me to this...

beautiful restaurant
on the river.

He made me feel like a princess.

Elaine, did he force you
to have sex with him?

No.

Not really. I mean...

he did stuff to himself, but...

It's okay, it's over now.

It was just...

the smell of him...

It just...

It reminded me of my dad.

Have we got anything
on this guy, or what?

He propositioned
her, but no actual sex.

Actual sex.

He flashed her, he perved her
in ways she's not even aware of.

Okay, how about this:

he entered into an improper
relationship with a minor.

You just said no real sex...

According to her story.

He doesn't know that.

He doesn't know
what she told us.

Captain, you're not suggesting
we lie to the poor man?

Absolutely not.

Role playing.

Fantasy, make-believe.

That crap he's been pedaling
to us about victimless crimes.

I'll have him here
tomorrow morning.

Good morning.

What's this about? My client is
not going to answer your questions.

So you said. Things change.

Hammond: What things?

The 14-year-old's story.

Different, isn't it,

when you see the real victim

and not some computer
generated image,

but a real child
with a broken heart?

At least, that's
what the jury'll see.

- Where can we talk?
- Harry.

Now.

Let's start with statutory rape.

Then you get to the lesser
inclusives, which could include

soliciting, sodomy, transporting
a minor across state lines.

- Transporting?
- She said he took her
to the Jersey shore.

A nice outing.
Completely innocent.

If you go federal on
this, I'm going to trial.

- We can stay
out of federal courts.
- How?

Give us the names and dates

of all his contacts with minors.

He had one
interaction with one girl.

She's the first girl we found.

No.

He cops to one act with her,

he becomes a registered sex
offender, and he joins a program.

No, he does time
or we're done talking.

Let me finish. He does
have something to offer.

Tempt us.

He says he might have the names
of other men with the same affliction.

- What affliction?
- Pedophilia is recognized
by the Psychiatric Board...

- Come on now, spare us.
- Elliot, hold on.

He's got names?
Other pedophiles?

Nine of them. He'll
deliver them in person.

How much time would he
serve on sex with a minor?

Up to five years. More
with the lesser inclusives.

He takes the maximum.

That's not a deal.

You let me finish.

We knock off six months for
every pedophile who's convicted.

Convicted? What if you screw up?

What if the jury
doesn't convict them?

Hey, then I guess
he does the time

that he'd be doing anyway.

I'll talk to him.

How did you meet the others?

Well, a couple the
old fashioned way.

Yeah, what's that?

There are certain things you say

that a child lover understands

that no one else would notice.

Stabler: Such as?

All right. Okay.

First of all,

say I see a guy at
a roller rink, my age,

but without any kids...

Just a man by himself.

The way he's
watching the kids...

well,

you just know.

How do you make contact?

Strike up a conversation.

Maybe ask him about
a "G" rated movie.

If he's like me,

he's seen them all.

So you can relate
better to the kids?

Rapport is crucial.

Like getting their sympathy
with that phony story

about your poor little
daughter's car crash?

Yeah, I checked.

You're talking "Pocahontas,"
but really what you're saying is,

"Are you a pedophile, too?"

That's your term, not ours.

"Do you love children?"
is how I'd put it.

God, I don't believe this.

You want into our world,
Detective, believe it.

Stop hitting the computer.

I can't get on.

That's 'cause I put
a child lock on there.

My homework's on this computer.

Okay, I'll take it off.

It's not working.

Do you know how to fix this?

Those child lock
things are a joke.

That quick, huh?

Yes.

When are you going
to start trusting me?

I trust you.

Sometimes I bring
my work home with me.

Right now, I'm chasing
a guy out there in...

cyberspace,

who goes after little girls.

You know how I lock up

all the doors and windows?

Now they're coming
in through there.

This is about fear.

This is not about trust.

Stop reading my e-mail.

Okay.

I promise,

and I'm sorry.

Cragen: Benson, Jeffries, and I

will be in the storeroom
off the main event here,

taping and waiting
until the bust.

Okay, what's the signal?

Flash the banquet
room lights twice?

Great. Munch, Stabler, you'll be in the
banquet room with the guests of honor.

Where's the line on entrapment?

You're not advocating any crime,

just getting accounts of crimes already
occurred. You can do or say anything.

- What if they claim
they're playacting?
- That's a risk.

We need names of the victims.

We need dates.
We need them to say

as many specific
details as possible.

So we can follow up and
get additional witnesses.

The tape itself is not
going to convict anybody.

What do child molesters talk
about when they get together?

The shopping bag
cam... Excellent!

I downloaded an hour of "up
their skirts" at the shoe store,

but the playground...

Hey, there he is.

You didn't finish that story.

You met him where,
at that convention?

Harry and me? "Holiday on Ice."

Right.

I prefer gymnastics.

The girls are younger,
the outfits tighter.

The Swedish horse...
Don't get me started.

You were with
that little redhead.

- What was her name? Astrid?
- Astrid Brooks.

Sweet 16 and the
hottest babe I'd ever had.

And if I never hear
her name again

I'll die a happy man.

Heartbreak?

She got her driver's license,

and that's when I learned I
was just a glorified taxi service.

Sally Ashton.

I had this girl Pauline,
Pauline Drake.

All she wanted was beer and
"R" rated movies. How bad is that?

- She lived in
Co-op City, didn't she?
- Yeah.

Astrid Brooks,

Sally Ashton

and Pauline Drake.

Let's give it a little time,

see if we get more bites.

I just want to thank

all you guys for
coming out tonight.

It's always good to be
among like-minded people.

- To Greek philosophers.
- Hear, hear!

You know, I hate to
bring business into this,

but I have some product in
my car if anybody's interested.

You'll need a high speed
graphics equalizer to download it,

but I'm sure that's not
going to be a problem.

It's not for nothing,
McClintock,

but those home
movies you sold me

looked like they were
shot by an eight-year-old.

- Put your hands
where we can see them!
- Okay, party's over!

Cragen: Up against
the north wall, now!

Jeffries: Let's go, up
against the wall, now!

- I don't believe this.
- Stabler: You, come here.

Let's go, pal.
Slowly, but quietly.

- I'm FBI.
- FBI or NAMBLA?

Check my breast pocket.

Don't you ever
badmouth my people

in their own stationhouse.

Better get used to it,

'cause when I tell
Langley how an operation

that involved nine
regional bureaus got blown,

your name is going to
be prominently featured.

It's spelled C-R-A-G-E-N.

And we were doing
what we always do,

which is to take
pedophiles off the street.

Four collars at the
expense of hundreds more

who right now are getting e-mail
telling them the cops are onto them.

It's a hell of a lot more
than you did for us!

It was an undercover operation!

You were in my city
investigating sex crimes

and you didn't
give me a heads up!

We're dealing
with virtual world,

which is everywhere and nowhere.

But eventually you
gotta put real life cuffs

on a real life perp!

It's not just you. We
were in Los Angeles,

in Chicago and
dozens of other places!

It's for the right reason.

We wanted to bring
in the big predators.

That's why the bad guys
are running rings around us.

Why?

Because they're
working together...

and we're not.

Butterflies.

Now, how cliché is that?

Delicate, short-lived...

And easy to catch.

Okay, the Brooks girl.

Anyone else?

Oh, yes, many.

The internet has opened a
whole word of possibilities.

Easy access. No
more trees to climb,

no binoculars to lug around.

You just peek into
any little girl's bedroom

with a click of your mouse.

You see?

You see what?

You see why the
children love me?

He's so cold. So angry.

The kids from the bad homes,

the neglected ones

and the abused,

when they leave the
social worker's office

with their anatomically
correct dolls,

when they leave
the police station,

they're in tears.

What's your point, Wallis?

When they leave me,

they're all smiles.