Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 1, Episode 19 - Contact - 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.

Woman: I need five
blue gels... cerulean blue.

I reserved them last week.

Yeah, hold on one second.

Hello? Yeah, Hi.

What's it at? Hell,
yeah, that's a great price.



Yeah, for me. Let's do it.

We'll buy again when
it gets back down to 30.

Yeah. No, no, don't buy it now.

No, we're going to sell
it all. Can you hear me?

We're gonna sell it all. Hello?

Josh, are you still there?

Josh?

Age of technology, my ass!

PA system: Polk Street
Station, Polk Street.

(grunts)

Open your mouth, I'll
slice your throat, bitch.

(man grunting)

(theme music plays)

The A or the C train?



The C train, now
stopped at Spring Street...

Whole uptown line is shut
down. Let's get movin' on this.

- Sure it's the same guy?
- Same MO.

He carries a box cutter, waits
till the train's almost at the station,

then three seconds
later, boom! He's gone.

- No one says, "How typical"?
- Seven times in six months.

Makes it three times this month.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

If you must know, Monique,
today is my wedding anniversary.

Oh, excuse me.

Which one? Exactly.

Attack occurred between the
Fulton and Chamber Street stations.

- That's two stops
before this one.
- Right.

- So the train keeps a-rolling,
as if nothing happened?
- Right.

What, it took her that
long to find a transit cop?

Hey, who are you?

Jeffries: He's a reporter...
works with The Post.

Nick Ganzner. We're all
working together to get this guy.

- Yeah, right.
- Anyway, once we heard,
we shut down.

Did you secure the
stations two stops back?

- Got it wrapped up
like a birthday present.
- Good, and no peeking.

- When can we get this train
rolling, Detective?
- Anything?

- Everything and nothing.
- That covers your ass.

- What's your problem?
- I hate bureaucrats.

- Bureaucrats? Don't
look in the mirror.
- I try not to.

Anti-graffiti metal... resists the oil in the
spray paint, resists the oils in the hands.

- Jeffries: No prints?
- Except here in the window,
we've got several hundred.

- Munch: How about footprints?
- Just a couple of partials.

- What else?
- Yeah, right here.

If I hadn't stopped for coffee, I've
would've been on a different train.

- Stabler: It's not your fault.
- I know that.

Benson: All right, Jen,
where did you get on the train?

At Hoyt-Schermerhorn. I
was headed up to 50th Street.

At the station, I
stopped for a latte.

Did you see him at
the coffeehouse? No.

- How about on the platform?
- I don't know.

What did you do
when he attacked you?

I just stood there.

It all happened so
quickly, I couldn't believe it.

So much for taking kickboxing.

We have a description
from the previous atta...

(sneezes)

(coughs)

Excuse me.

From the previous attacks.
Does this man look familiar?

Well, yes, that looks like him.

It also looks like
the Unabomber.

Did you get a good look at him?

Yeah. He was thin.

Sandy brown. Pointy beak nose.

- Benson: How tall was he?
- I don't know.

And he had me pinned, you know.

He had a knife, something.

Did you see what he was wearing?

Yeah, he was
wearing dark clothes

and a hooded sweatshirt.

He was panting at me.

He was panting like a dog.

I don't believe this guy.

Anyway, he left his
mark on my dress.

I wasn't even sure what
he was doing to her at first.

I just get so in the
zone, you know.

On the train, ignoring all those blind
people trying to sell you a keychain.

- You learn not to see.
- What did you see when
you weren't in the zone?

He was on her and gone.

- You notice him before?
- I had just gotten on.

- Did he get on with you?
- I don't know.

You get a look at him?

He was white. Shorter than I.

How tall are you?

I'm 6'3"...

So 5'10".

You look at his face?

No, he had a hooded
sweatshirt and a heavy jacket on.

What kind of jacket? Navy.

Like a pea coat?

I was Air Force myse... yeah, you
could say it was a Navy pea coat.

- What about his pants?
- His what?

Pants, his pants.

Dirty, drips, streaks...
Like a painter.

I remember thinking, I don't want to get
too close... I don't want paint on my coat.

- Did you notice him
before he was on her?
- No.

So he's on her and you're
worried about your coat.

Today's attack, between
Chambers Street Station and Fulton

neatly fits into our pattern,
which is that there is no pattern.

- And we can assume...
- That's the difference
between us...

You assume and
we do the footwork.

Your footwork lead
you to any profile yet?

Matter of fact, it did... A
guy who wants to get caught.

So what's the problem? You put
decoys and ghosts on the trains

and you look for pervs like
you look for pick-pockets.

Why aren't you requesting
transit cops on every train,

installing security
cameras in each car?

Hey, get with the
21st century, right?

We are, next year.

But all the computers in the world
are not going to stop some guy

from sticking his hand
up some girl's skirt.

Rape, Greenberg!

Not fondling, not petting, not
unwarranted advances... rape!

On your subway, remember?

I get on at Nostrand,
close to where I live.

Do you get on the train
the same time every day?

Yes, or sometimes if I'm a
little late I stop for groceries.

So, had you ever
seen this guy before?

He looks like everyone else.

Anyway, I don't look at men.

So, you don't know if he was
on the train when you got on?

Yes. Maybe.

- He ever talked to anyone?
- Not to me.

Did you ever hear him
say anything to the women?

He said something.

I didn't hear what he said.

Maybe he wasn't on
the train when I got on.

Benson: Okay, thanks.

Listen up, people. Excuse me.

This is Dr. Audrey Jackson,
a forensic psychologist.

Our friend the
Deputy Commissioner

decided it would be a good
idea if she joined our team.

- Oh.
- Nice to meet you.

So?

We got a witness who saw
paint spots on the guy's pants.

So he's a painter,
construction maybe.

- Does that narrow
our list of priors?
- We've been looking into it.

We found a plasterer with
three priors for flashing.

Unfortunately, he lost a
fight with a .44 last month.

Hardware stores, paint supply...

The subway stops...
What's on the block?

- I'm all over it.
- All right, very good.

Now this latest victim,
the complaining witness...

How does she resemble
the other victims?

They were all
women wearing skirts.

Women wearing
skirts? Is that all you got?

Women wearing
skirts on the subway.

They're all different
ages, different races.

Okay, what about body types?
Big, little? Does he overpower them?

Well, he uses a knife.

But it's safe to say that's part of
the thrill for him... overpowering them.

Yes, it's safe to say that.

Okay, I understand
your resistance,

but I was sent here to offer
any psychological insight

that may help you get this guy.

And believe me, we're over
the moon to have your help.

So, what are your
psychological insights?

On this guy? Well, he's a dog.

What gets him off is the hunt.

Maybe he gets on the subway
when he has an hour free,

maybe he rides around all day
until he finds the perfect victim.

- You make it
sound like foreplay.
- Well, to him it is.

And with this kind of guy,
you can't plant a decoy

because he doesn't have a type.

So we wait. We wait.

Wait's over, the dog found
another human fire hydrant.

Let's go.

What happened?

Made your life more interesting
and my life a lot easier.

- What happened?
- Ballsy old lady sees
the guy attack the girl,

cries wolf. One guy
wrestles him to the ground,

another guy pulls the emergency brake
between Lincoln Center and Columbus Circle.

I walk back in the tunnel,
apprehend the suspect.

Call me the dog catcher.

Benson: What happened?

Train jerked, I
fell against her.

- Stabler: You fell?
- I fell.

- How many times?
- How many times what?

How many times did
you fall against her?

- She overreacted.
- Maybe she underreacted.

I had one hand on the pole,
the other hand was in my pocket.

Doing what?

Man: I was just standing.
That's how I stand.

Benson: We've got three
witnesses that put you on top of her.

Man: Train jerked.

What you got on your
pants there? Paint.

You stand up for me?

Paint from what?

Window I did.

What do you mean, "a window"?

I'm not sure, I'm a little...

Confused... yeah,
well, so are we.

She means you paint houses for a living,
you're in paint all day long, right?

How do you know that splatter
came from a window, right?

Right.

A window, my ass.

Take off your pants, please.

- Do I have to?
- Yeah, you do.

- Can I say something?
- Oh, by all means.

- I want to explain something.
- Please.

When I said "a window,"
I meant a store window.

Explain further.

I kinda do window displays.

Kinda?

Window displays. I make them.

Why didn't you say so before?

You know, people
think it's a little fruity.

- Nah, but you're not.
- No.

- You like women?
- Yeah... no, I mean...

Take off your pants please.

- You like him for this?
- Do I like him?

For this... for the flop
sweat, the lack of eye contact,

like a kid who's lying
about a book he didn't read.

He's feeling guilty
about something.

Maybe he's Catholic,
feels guilty about everything.

Stabler: Stay standing.
The seat is cold. Thank you.

We're going to do a DNA check
on the sample in these pants.

We're going to match it against

the seven other
rapes that you did.

I didn't do seven other rapes.

- It would have been eight if
the old lady hadn't screamed.
- No, sir. No.

- There is a pocket missing.
- There is?

You a lefty, or a righty?

- Lefty.
- Yeah, left pocket.

- Naturally.
- I don't see what
you're getting at.

The oldest perv
trick in the book.

"You want some change? You
want some candy? It's in my pocket."

Only it's not coins or peppermints
they find... it's your willy, Bruce.

No! I keep my razor knife in my
left pocket, it must have cut a hole.

- Where's that knife now?
- My tool kit.

Okay, Bruce, we're going
to put you under arrest.

Well, we'll see how his
story jives with the witnesses.

What, the older woman?

And the guy who
wrestled him down.

Nobody looks at
anybody on the subway,

except for this guy...
Staring at this girl,

boring holes in her.

- Then he started to circle her.
- Munch: On a full train?

He still had room to move,
which is what got my attention.

Nobody moves on the subway

until the train comes
close to the station.

This guy had no reason to move.

So they were both standing?

He had his hands shoved
deep in his pockets.

She was leaning up
against a metal pole reading.

- And then what happened?
- The train jerked.

He grabbed hold of that metal
pole so he wouldn't run into her.

Did he touch her?

As he "adjusted himself."

Was it the train throwing
him up against her,

or was it on purpose? Who knows?

But when he bent
his knees and started

to rub up against her,
that was on purpose.

- What did she do?
- Nothing!

That's why I said something,
shouted it out to the whole car.

For all the times that I've
stood there and taken it.

Enough, already.

- Ganzner: Missed you
at Columbus Circle.
- Missed you, too.

Bruce Abbott,
41. Arrested today.

It's on the record. What
do you want from me?

- Deep background.
- Looks promising.

Is he the one? People
want to feel safe.

People should never
let their guard down.

No, they shouldn't.

Chinese Wall.

Mushu?

Dim sum, 8:00.

Tell you the truth, I
really didn't see much...

Not until I heard the
old lady screaming.

She scream or say something?

At first all I heard her was
saying, "Cut it out! Cut it out!"

But then she kept going
on, "Somebody help!"

So I looked, and she points.

- I see this guy
on top of the girl.
- On her, how?

On top of her, like
pushing into her, you know.

So, I figure with
everything going on,

and the old lady yelling,
this had to be the guy.

So I ran over there
and put a nelson on him.

- Full or half?
- Full.

- How is she doing, by the way?
- She's been taken care of.

- Thanks.
- Okay. You're welcome.

She says he never
penetrated her.

I did a pelvic, and
no signs of trauma.

Did you do a UV on the clothes?

We had our own little
blacklight party and nothing.

- She says nothing happened.
- So she's in denial.

Maybe, or nothing happened.

Did he rub up against me? Yes.

Is that so different from any
other day during rush hour? No.

Somebody's always touching you?

Half of riding in the subway
is keeping your purse zipped,

your pockets closed,
your jacket buttoned.

- What's the other half?
- Keeping everybody else's
hands in sight.

- That's hard if you're reading.
- No... you read a line,
scan the car.

Read a line, scan the car. And
you mind your own business,

which is what that
lady should've done.

- He didn't rape you?
- No, he didn't even flash me.

That happened two weeks ago as
we're pulling into Lexington Avenue.

What?

No matter how much they
try to clean that subway up,

they can't get rid of the smell.
Everybody's B.O., fast food.

I wish I had a Mustang
and lived in the 'burbs.

Amen, sister.

I'm telling you,
he didn't rape her.

I'm telling you, maybe he
just didn't get the chance.

The seven other CW's?

We gotta bring 'em down
here, each one, do a line up.

And how are we going to do that?

Each of these women was
assaulted on public transit.

- You going to let them take
the train down here?
- Good point. I mean...

- Not our problem.
- Really?

You think we should pick up each of these
women and bring them down here personally?

Yeah, I do. Every time
these women get on the train,

if they still do, their anxiety
level goes through the roof.

That's not a good state of mind to
make an ID, which is our problem.

Maybe we could have the transit
guys help us out on this... or not.

Let's bring 'em
down here ourselves.

- Jackson: All seven.
- All seven.

Like Ms. Jackson said, I want these
seven ID's to go as smooth as possible.

Guess I'll still be taking cabs.

(low) It's okay, it's okay.

Woman: Number two.

Number two?

Number two's eyes...

at least.

And his hands... Looks
like number four's.

- Number four?
- Yes. No.

I see parts of him everywhere...

every man on the street.

Cragen: Do you see him in there?

No...

but I wish more than
anything, that I did.

Yeah, number one.

I don't know, could
be number four.

What if I'm wrong?

Well, then it
becomes a trial issue.

- Trial?
- By then, we'll have
the DNA results back.

The stuff on my dress.

So, it doesn't really
matter if I'm right or wrong.

In fact, you don't
really need me at all.

We need your ID to get an
indictment in front of the grand jury.

Yes, but in front of a jury it doesn't
matter, does it, what I see in here?

All that matters is that
the stuff on my dress

matches his "genetic material."

Yeah, but how that material got
there, that's what's most important.

I don't see him.

You can always re-arrest him
if the DNA tests ever match up.

- That'll take a miracle.
- They happen.

I'd rather re-arrest
him on a lesser charge.

What, third-degree sexual
misconduct for subway fondling?

Problem is, why would he cop to
that if he's got a pass on the rapes?

Because he knows he's guilty.

So use it.

Man: It's about time.

Your meter's running, what
do you care about time?

- My client can ill afford...
- Shut up, Counselor.

Hi, I'm Audrey Jackson,

I'm a court-appointed shrink.

How are you feeling?

I don't know. Not that hot.

Okay, the police aren't going
to charge you with the rapes.

They know you didn't do it.

I didn't think they believed me.

Well, they didn't,
but that's their job.

Jackson: You like
riding subways, Bruce?

Yes.

The motion, you know.

It rocks you side to
side, front to back.

It's soothing? Yes.

Like, being in a womb?

Please, what's the
point of all this blather?

- To help him feel better.
- That's my job.

Your job is to get him a better
deal on a lesser charge of fondling.

I came here from South Dakota.

I was the geek, okay?
In a farming community.

I was "artistic," so I
came to New York.

It was my dream.

Okay, what happened?

I don't know.

Everything just evaporated.

The other day, I got drunk.

I went to some porno place

where they dance
behind the window,

and the next thing I knew,
my face was against the glass,

and I was weeping...
for everything.

So, when you got on the subway,

you had already
relieved yourself?

So you weren't looking for sex?

- No, I just...
- Just what, Bruce?

I was lonely...

and I saw her...

and then when I realized what
I was doing, then I pulled back.

I just wanted... some contact.

Okay.

- He's not violent.
- Oh, really? He's
carrying around a box cutter.

Yeah, to open
boxes with, Captain.

Why don't you tell me why
he's not the rapist, please?

Okay, look, you're looking
for your classic power rapist...

A guy who feels
powerless, disenfranchised.

Yeah, right. My heart bleeds.

You asked my opinion.

He uses violence to gain control
and then once he gets that control,

he can use it to
prove his virility.

Mm-hmm, and afterwards?

And afterwards, he goes
back to feeling powerless.

That's why he
wants to get caught.

This guy ran.

Right, he's not
ready to get caught.

Ganzner: This... subway rapist?

Hold on, Nick, are we
flirting or are we working?

- We're always working.
- Oh, so, you're not flirting?

No, I'm offering my undying love

for the 10 millionth time.

Well, maybe tonight.

10 million and one,
you may get lucky.

Really?

So, your subway rapist, maybe
he's just trying to spread his seed.

Okay, why is he
"my" subway rapist?

You're the one who's written
over 300 inches about this guy.

And what are you saying,
that if flowers and candy fail,

then there's always
one more alternative?

I'm not saying that. Some people are saying
that. They're selling a lot of books.

I should write a book.

You should... You
know these people.

No, I don't.

You do, that's why people move
away from you on the sofa, Olivia.

You get inside sex offenders.

Gee, how nice for me.

Well? Well what?

I'm not moving away.

I can see that.

- What?
- Nothing.

We don't have to do this,
you know. I mean, it's fine.

You're the one that started it.

I know, and I
want to. It's just...

It's just what?

Sex crimes, you know?

Yeah.

What, you're seeing what I see?

Yeah. I mean, you
close your eyes, is that it?

To have sex?

I have sex with
my eyes wide open.

- Tell me what you see.
- Let's not talk.

- Okay, I just...
- You just what?

- I just want to...
- Me too.

- Let's pretend.
- Pretend what?

That I'm the guy on the subway.

Okay, stop it.

- Just for fun.
- No, no. No, really, stop it.

- What would you do?
- Oh my God!

Wow!

I'm going to wash
my face and my hands

and my mouth and
there's the door.

Make sure you're out
when I get out of here, gone.

(door slams)

Hey. Have a seat.

- Yeah, I just wanted to...
- It's uncanny.

What is?

How this reporter,
this Nick Ganzner,

seemed to get right inside
the head of the subway rapist.

- Yeah, Captain, I want...
- As if he got it straight
from the horse’s mouth.

He's got quite a
vivid imagination.

Is that all?

He was at my apartment, I asked
him to leave and I turned my back.

Never turn your
back on a reporter.

Believe me, I won't.

- You want me to handle this?
- No, I will.

(knocks on door) Captain,
there's been another rape.

The car's at the
Delancey Street Station.

Unbelievable. You and Jeffries.

Are we?

Munch: How's the woman?

She's like in shock. She couldn't even
speak. They took her to the hospital.

- Anything different?
- One of the eyewitnesses
grabbed the guy's coat

and he said something fell out of
the pocket, a card or something.

- Where?
- The stairs, on the platform. Be my guest.

Nah, it's nothing.

You use the subway, why
do you need a parking stub?

- Commuter?
- Queens, 6:50 a.m. today.

- Fresh lead.
- Fresh, indeed.

- Car's not here?
- No, it's not.

- This doesn't surprise you?
- Uhhh...

- Can I see your records?
- So how does one claim
a car without a ticket?

The policy is "lost
ticket pays maximum."

It looks like this one was
picked up a few hours ago.

Policy is "lost ticket,
you keep maximum"?

I don't want to get fired.

- Did you know this guy?
- Always parks here.

- Mm-hmm, what did he look like?
- White. Skinny. Pointy nose.

What kind of car does he drive?

He drives a couple
of different kinds...

A van, a truck... but they're
all from the same place.

- A place where he works?
- I guess so.

Dewell's. Dewell's
Painting Contractors.

Only one white
guy... Sal Avelino.

- How long has he been with you?
- About a year. Moved here
from somewhere.

He's only part-time,
not even that.

What's that supposed to mean?

Because when he takes a car, you
never know when he's going to come back.

Like this morning, he goes on a
supply run, comes back three hours later.

I'm going to can his
ass one of these days.

Does he go at the
same time every day?

No, it depends on what
the job is, what the errand is.

Few days ago, he goes on a
lunch break, lasted all afternoon.

- Well, maybe he drinks.
- I drink. Him, it's
something else.

- He here now?
- Should be.

- Hey, Sal!
- What?

Munch: Empty all
your pockets, Picasso.

- Can I get it back?
- $12.36.

Can we voucher Mister Avelino's
vast personal fortune, Detective?

I'm sorry, I'm just
a house painter.

Yeah, so was Hitler... another impotent
schlub who needed violence to get it up.

"Y" membership, credit
card, driver's license.

- Two driver's licenses.
- Why two driver's licenses?

- Mr. Avelino?
- I found it, I was
going to return it.

Yeah, but you forgot.

- Who's Sidra Lonstein?
- I don't know.

She's an organ donor.

- Sal, who is she?
- I don't know her.

Oh, that's right,
you "found" it.

- Where?
- In the street. Maybe on the job.

Or maybe in the
subway. We'll find out.

Now let's see what else we got.

Ooh, a metro card, a
record of your travels.

Let's see where
the day took you.

Ah, great. What?

- The system's frozen.
- You call this doing
your part?

It's ancient technology,
what do you want from me?

The dates of the attacks,
February 12th, March 19th,

March 28th, April
11th... We need them!

Again, I ask you, what
would you like me to do?

I'd like you to go
sit on the third rail.

My client can't do
a line-up right now.

He can rest between the IDs.

Okay, but he wants
to be first in line.

You want to be number one, Sal?

- Yeah.
- What, is that
your lucky number?

As a matter of fact, it is.

Okay, number
one it is. Good luck.

Number one.

Cragen: I'm sorry, you'll have
to wait until all five are present.

Number one.

Cragen: Okay.

Now what?

We'll contact you
about testifying. Okay.

Hey, Jen, you did
great. Thank you.

Yeah.

- Forgot my scarf.
- I'll get it.

- How was it?
- Don't...

- Short and quick.
- Like him.

- That little bastard.
- Everybody stop!

- Miss Calder, you can't...
- I can't what?

Oh, great.

- What did Jen say?
- She said it was quick.

They can't talk. What
were you thinking?

- It happened so fast.
- You better start working
on your reflexes, son!

Hey, in the street, I'm fine.

I got six women in there,
they all start yakking at once.

Of course they
identified my client.

They had prior knowledge
he was in the line-up.

What was actually said, Your
Honor, was that the process was quick.

- "Like him."
- Meaning your client.

Yes, Your Honor.

Which puts the others in
a prejudicial state of mind.

But the absolute certainty
with which the first rape victim

identified her attacker,
i.e. Sal Avelino, has...

A specter of impropriety
hangs over all the eyewitnesses.

And apart from their
contaminated testimony,

my client is linked to these appalling
crimes by an unpaid parking stub.

Plus a metro card,
and eight DNA samples.

Which, without those IDs doesn't
mean anything except that they had sex.

- Exactly, Your Honor.
- Your Honor, I...

Move to dismiss.

Case dismissed.

(gavel strikes)

Consensual sex with a stranger

on the subway,
holding a box cutter.

- Now what what planet
is this judge from?
- Planet of the Apes.

Well, what about this
woman, Sidra Lonstein?

She hasn't returned our calls and
DMV hasn't issued her a new license yet.

Sal Avelino is well over 21,
people... he doesn't need fake ID.

Seven months ago, all of her credit
card numbers changed, so did her address.

So for all we know, she
could be one of his victims.

And an uncontaminated
complaining witness.

- Could we be that lucky?
- Why don't you take your
partner and find out.

- I'll go with you.
- Where's Jeffries?

- She's waiting to arrest him.
- I see.

Detective, I want you to run
this down for me, all right?

Thank you.

Help you?

Yeah, we're looking for
Sidra, Sidra Lonstein?

Ah, Sidra. The cleaning
lady with the Mona Lisa smile.

- Is she around?
- Nah, she's at work.

- Where?
- Subway... 34th Street Station.

That's five blocks from here.

Yeah, she always
laughs about it.

She's gotta ride the subway
to 96th Street, punch in,

then back here, five
blocks from her house.

Never complains though.

- She must be a saint.
- She is.

Nice article, Nicky.

Olivia, I was just
going to call you.

Of course you were... right
after I get reamed by my boss

for letting you read a
confidential police transcript.

You didn't let me read
it... I dug it up on my own.

I know you did,
reporter's instinct.

Only problem, you see... my captain's
not going to care about the details,

so it looks like I screwed up.

Olivia, you're being
too hard on yourself.

Yeah, why don't
you save it? Really.

What's this?

Read it.

It's a cold case. You want a good
story, you should check that out.

Philip Sternhagen. Convicted
of a strangulation/torture.

Who the hell is this?

A man with a rich fantasy
life, who couldn't stop.

A man who uses women without
the slightest twinge of regret.

Okay, okay.

A man like you,
Ganzner. A man like you.

(sneezes)

- Anniversary?
- Longest days of the year.

She's the one on the right.

Sidra? I'm Detective Munch,
this is Detective Stabler.

Hello, this is my friend, Kelli.

And is this your license?

Yes. Thank you.

- How did you lose your license?
- On the subway.

Some guy bumped into me.

You really don't have to
go through all this trouble.

You've been on your feet all day, Miss
Lonstein... it's not a problem, believe me.

- We're all just
civil servants here.
- Oh, please.

I'm a janitor on the subway.

Well, but still,
it's a tough job.

When are you due?

Eight or nine weeks.
I'm not really sure.

You know, I understand that.

Before my wife and
I had our first child,

I always thought, "nine
months, 36 weeks. Boom."

But then it kind of turns
out to be more like 10,

depending on time of conception.

- It's all a mystery.
- Yes, it is.

Right. But in your case?

My case?

Your situation.

You told detectives that a man
bumped into you on the subway?

What, about seven months ago?

Right.

- Cragen: And he took
your wallet?
- I guess so.

Oh, I'm so grateful
you got my license back.

I needed to cash checks,
even though I don't drive.

What kind of bump was it?

It was an accident.

The car was crowded.

Stabler: Were you in uniform?

No, I was off-duty.

Were you wearing a dress?

Yes.

Why are you asking
me these questions?

- You know about the subway
rapist, right, Sidra?
- Yes.

- You know how much
damage he's done?
- Not to me.

Okay, it's okay. It's just that we
need your help. We really do, Sidra.

Okay.

The man who came in contact
with you... is it one of these men?

- He's that man.
- Okay.

Okay, thank you very
much, Sidra. You hungry?

I don't think we have any
ice cream and pickles here,

but there is a machine and
Detective Stabler can take you to it.

Take my arm, not my hand,
because I'm working on a cold.

Okay.

- We're going to go straight
down here to the left.
- Okay.

We got enough to
pick him up, but...

She won't say rape,
we don't get a conviction.

Then get him to say it.

- Can I have some coffee?
- Jeffries: No.

I have here a court order,
signed by Judge Exner,

to perform an amniocentesis

on a complaining witness,
Jane Doe number eight.

Amnio? For pregnant ladies?

That's right, you stick a needle into the
womb and you get DNA from the unborn child.

Which we know to be yours.

You do? Munch: Yup.

You're putting me on. This
is some kind of bluff, right?

You want to read it? It's technical, but
what it means is, you were on that train,

you lifted up those women's skirts,
you were all ready to go, and you went!

Jeffries: The seven women
who ID'd you... you got lucky.

But number eight, Sal, bad
luck... you knocked her up.

- Sidra, you feeling okay?
- Fine.

You know, funny, so am I.
I've had a cold for a week.

You touched my
hand and now it's gone.

- Can you explain that?
- No.

Yeah, neither can I.

- Feed me something!
- You'll get fed.

Yeah, but I haven't
had anything in...

You. Is it you?

Elliot... wait,
wait, wait, wait.

It is.

It's me.

Yeah, the girl in the
flowered dress, right?

Tulips? Red and little
yellow things, huh?

They said you were
number eight or something.

I wondered if... I wondered
what happened, because I...

Munch: Because what, Sal?

Because I knew it,
that when I did ya,

that something
beautiful could happen.

Yeah, that you'd get pregnant
and you'd have my baby.

- My baby.
- Stabler: Let's go.

When I get out, we'll
be together, okay?

A family, a family, huh?

It's my baby. It's my baby.

(crying)

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