Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 1, Episode 22 - Slaves - 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.

All right, people, listen up.

One Police Plaza's
latest directive...

Bi-yearly psychological
evaluations.

Bi-yearly for bipolars.

Toward this illustrious goal,



they have picked one
of the highest stress units

as the lucky guinea
pig for this pilot program.

- Not us?
- Us.

If you would please fill out
this multiple choice form,

you will be receiving
your appointment times

from our resident psychologist.

- Any questions?
- Will this go on our
permanent record?

Everything will be
confidential, John.

Yeah, but at the risk
of sounding like John,

what is their angle
with this thing?

- Can you flunk it? And if so, then what happens?
- I really don't know.

Okay, so... who goes first?

I do.

Blind leading the blind.



What do you want to bet
they slapped a new cover

on the old Minnesota
Multiphasic?

Stabler: Do you believe this?

Shrinks get shrunk.
Maybe we could use a little.

Hi. Can I help you?

Yes. They tell me to
report sex crime here.

Okay. Why don't you
come have a seat right here?

Okay, go ahead, we're listening.

I have a fruit stand
on Lex and 78th Street.

Out of nowhere two boys run up,

grab bananas and take off.

That sounds like a robbery.

No, no. You see, when I'm angry,

I curse in my native tongue.

Which is what,
Hungarian, Romanian?

Romanian.

And then this woman grabs
me and begs me to help her.

- Also in Romanian.
- What was wrong?

A man...

She's trapped in a situation
she cannot escape from.

It does not translate
well, but there is abuse.

- Physical or sexual?
- I think both.

Stabler: What's her name?

- She does not tell me that.
- You know where she lives?

She does not tell that either.

She hands me this.

Constanta Condrescu.

She says, "Tell
her she was right...

I need help."

And then she takes off.

What time did all this happen?

Three days ago.

Big, big brown eyes.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Okay, let me see
if I got this straight.

Some girl is being
sexually abused

by some guy
somewhere in Manhattan.

- Something like that.
- Do we at least have
a description?

We have the sketch artist working
with the fruit vendor right now.

Well, what's your
take on this guy?

Name is Mircha Gabrea.
Guy seems lucid enough.

Came to the States
a few years back.

He's a fruit vendor.
Never been in trouble.

The only reason that he
came in was to shut his wife up.

Apparently, he
let the story slip

and the wife wouldn't lay
off until he did something.

Okay, assuming
he's on the up-and-up,

how do we know that the girl is?

Thousands of women
are abused every day

and never say a word about it.

We have to at
least check it out.

What if Woodward and Bernstein had blown
off "Deep Throat" as a prank phone call?

Prank call or not, it's
three days cold now.

Sorry, I don't recognize her.

Constanta Condrescu is
not a very common name.

What do you think the
odds are that this girl

would pull that
name out of thin air?

She's my niece.

We're not close.

Are you close enough
to know her name?

Ilena. Ilena Condrescu.

Why did you lie to
us about knowing her?

Where I come from, the
less you tell police the better.

Where you come from,
she's not in trouble,

but she may be in trouble here.

And if she is, we'd
like to help her.

Now, Ms. Condrescu...

is this your niece?

Yes.

Do you mind if I borrow this?

Go ahead. It's of no use.

She reached out to you.

You must know where
she is or who she's with.

I don't. I haven't seen
her in three years...

Since she first came here.

And how did she get here?

On a student visa.

- Which school?
- NYU.

That's when we went
our separate ways.

I'm sorry, but my
shift starts soon.

Look, I'm going to
give you my card.

If there's anything that you
think of that may help us find her,

please, give us a call.

We should have
pressed her harder.

That woman is definitely
holding something back.

We're not the
Romanian Secret Police.

At least we got a name and a
photo out of it. It's Detective Stabler.

I want you to run a
database check on an Ilena...

I-L-E-N-A Condrescu.

No, C-O... Condrescu.

And if you don't get a
hit, check NYU. Thanks.

Unless she flunked out or
quit that's where she should be.

I'm going to get Munch on it.

- No, she never showed up.
- Does it mention why?

No. Does it mention
why somewhere?

Maybe in her application files?

Do you know how
many tens of thousands

of students apply to
this university each year?

These are all student files.

So...

- this is what it feels like.
- What does?

To be the suspect.

Just kidding.

Sort of. Sit down.

Relax. Yeah, right.

What, you can't relax?

I golf a little.

A little? What's your handicap?

I don't know, 12, 14.

Must be difficult to
get out to a course.

Well, it's a commitment,
but I get out.

What else do you do for fun?

What do you mean "for fun"?

Tell me what you do to relax.

Go jogging?

Racquetball?

- Walk?
- Audrey, it's New York. Everybody walks.

Don, come on,
you see it every day.

Rape, murder, torture.

It's as sure as your
morning cup of coffee.

And on top of that, you've got
responsibilities of command.

I'm sorry, is that a question?

How well do you think
you handle the stress?

I handle it.

All right, how do you handle it?

This is ridiculous.

Why don't you just come
right out and ask me?

- Ask you?
- The question you've been
tap-dancing around.

Do I get the urge to drink?

See, that's the
problem with you people.

You ask about golfing,

or jogging or whether a
person was breast-fed or not...

Everything else under the sun.

Why don't you come right out
and ask me about my alcoholism?

That's what this has
all been about, hasn't it?

Do you want to talk about it?

No, I don't...

but I will.

Yes.

I get the urge to drink...

every day.

I see horrific acts

of degradation,

of brutality,

of human evil.

They make me angry,

they make me sick.

They get inside my head
and I want to shut them up.

I know if I crawl inside
of a bottle, they will stop.

Do you think you will?

Ask me tomorrow.

Sir, have you ever
seen this woman before?

- Excuse me.
- What can I make you, pal?

You look like a wiener dog guy.

You don't know
how wrong you are.

Have you ever seen
this woman before?

Yeah, I seen her all the time.

- Take a look,
you positive?
- Yeah.

Cute accent. Russian,
Czech, something like that.

- Do you know who she is?
- Alls I know is, I made her
a green ladybug.

Had her pegged as a
red poodle type. Go figure.

Hey, balloon guy
says he knows our girl.

- Sir?
- Yeah?

Excuse me. You're
sure that it was her?

I never forget a
paying customer.

Except she's dropped a
few pounds since that picture.

Yeah? You ever
see her with anyone?

Make you a giraffe...
On the house.

Have you ever seen
her with anyone?

Of course, a little girl.

Eight or nine, excuse
me. Hey, here we go, kid.

- Take another look.
- This woman is 21 years old.

- She couldn't possibly have
an eight or nine-year-old.
- Not her own. American.

You're in the heart
of nanny central here.

Ka-ching... Ah,
you're a tough crowd.

When was the last
time you saw her?

Yesterday.

- Yesterday?!
- Yes.

He even remembered her accent.

He also remembered
her being serene.

She didn't strike him as being
under the least bit of stress.

So three days ago she's
slipping some fruit vendor an SOS.

Then a couple of days later, she's just
strolling happily through the park with a kid.

- So what, case closed?
- No! No, it is not closed.

Four of my top detectives just wasted
an entire day on a wild goose chase.

That's 32 combined man hours.

I want this girl in here
explaining herself.

Homicide just caught a
dump job off the Henry Hudson.

Your card was in
the victim's pocket.

Woman: The body
was rolled up in a rug

and dumped off the
side of the parkway.

- When?
- The body, the rug,
both are in great shape...

- minimum exposure
to the elements.
- So today?

Today, or probably
sometime last night.

- Stabler: Any witnesses?
- None that stopped.

Of course, no one would notice

a body being hefted
over the railing.

People dump stuff all the time.

- Who found her?
- A fisherman.

He though he found a nice
little present for the wife.

- So is this her?
- Benson: Yeah, that's her.

Constanta Condrescu.

Stabler: Something tells me
she found a way to contact Ilena.

She was already dead
when she hit the rug.

No fibers were inhaled.

So, what killed her?

Well, something stopped
her heart... instantaneously.

What that something
was, only toxicology will tell.

You got a time of death?

Between 4:00 and 6:00 p.m.

We left her at 4:00.

Only an injection directly
into the bloodstream

would cause an attack this acute
without affecting other organs.

The thing is, I cannot for the
life of me find a puncture wound.

You check the white-collar
junkies' hiding places?

Nothing between the toes,

behind the knees,
or in the genitals.

What about under the tongue?

For an accidental OD, that
would make sense, but...

it would be very difficult,

if not impossible
for a killer to...

Hmm.

How did the killer inject her under
the tongue without signs of a struggle?

- He had to have sedated her.
- But it still doesn't play.

She hears that her
niece is in trouble,

beelines to this guy and has a
friendly, albeit spiked, drink with him?

I guess so, because two hours after
we gave her this message, she's dead.

We should have
pressed her harder.

I took the liberty of
contacting Interpol.

The victim's brother...
Ilena's father...

Was also murdered
back in Romania.

When? '89, during
the Ceausescu regime.

That's an big gap for a
connection, don't you think?

Not when you
consider the timing.

People assume that the good
guys overthrew Ceaucescu.

But it was "Hello new
boss, same as the old boss."

Maybe the Condrescu family
knew where the bodies were buried.

Whatever happened to
these two women started there.

All roads lead to Romania.

That may be so, John,

but what do you say
we start in Murray Hill?

Look at this. She didn't
even finish her tea.

I don't think she
was killed here,

but let's bag it up
before we leave.

Got an address book.
It's open to the "C's!"

Please tell me we have an
address for Ilena Condrescu.

No, but the page where it would
fall alphabetically is missing.

Okay. Let's keep looking.

Jeffries: You guys in here? No!

Canvass of the first
floor was a colossal wash.

Not many people home. Lady in 1-D,
though, vaguely remembers the victim.

- She never saw the niece.
- Maybe you'll have luck
with her work.

- We'll take it from here.
- Cafe Prahova.

Soviet bloc ex-patriots plotting
coup d'etats over bowls of goulash?

My partner.

No, her niece never
came to the restaurant.

- Had they been
in contact at all?
- No.

There had been a big fight
when Ilena first got here.

- About?
- How she got here.

Constanta was saving to
help her come to school,

but it was going to
take another year.

Out of the blue, Ilena shows up.

Really? How did she manage that?

She met an American businessman
at a discotheque in Bucharest.

She told him her story
and he offered to help.

- I assume there was a catch?
- Well, so did Constanta.

She yelled at Ilena
for being so naive.

She said, "Of course
there would be a catch."

Ilena started crying,

said the ticket didn't
cost him anything,

it was frequent flyer,

and that he knew
of a part-time job.

She said he was just a nice man.

Do you know what
this man's name was?

No. Just that he was American.

- Do you think
that's where Ilena went?
- Constanta assumed so.

She tried to contact the
man who gave her the ticket,

but he said he'd
never heard from her.

She tried back a few
more times, but nothing.

Finally, she gave up.

Thanks.

Now, you requested
to be assigned to SVU.

Why don't you
tell me about that?

That question on your form,

"Has anybody in your family
ever been the victim of a rape?"

I checked yes. I'm
actually the child of a rape.

- How do you think that
affects you on your job?
- I'm walking a tightrope.

I got too close to a case once.

A Serbian rapist was
killed by his victims...

and I got my ass
in a sling over it.

But has it interfered with
your ability to remain objective?

No.

You had occasion to use
deadly force a few months ago.

My partner was about
to be shot. It was a reflex.

That's what we're trained to do.

Okay.

Say you couldn't be a sex
crimes detective anymore,

what would you be?

Hey, sorry I'm late.

How did it go? Cake walk.

- What do you got?
- It's a Persian Kashan.

A more expensive rug than
you'd normally find in dump jobs.

- Yeah? How much?
- Runs around $5,000.

Oh! A perp with
serious money, huh?

Or he killed her
in a carpet store.

You pull anything out of it?

Your standard particles of dirt,

cotton, nylon fibers...

Anything place
or person specific?

A human hair. Root intact.

- Victim's?
- No, definitely not.

- No proof it's the doer's.
- But I'd sure like a suspect
to compare it to.

Jeffries: Ilena Condrescu.

Someone gave
her a free ticket...

- Frequent flyer.
- I'm sorry, when did she fly?

August of '97.

You've got to be kidding me.

Don't answer that phone.

Anyone who calls an airline
sits on hold 20 minutes, minimum,

while being subjected
to a Clockwork Orangian

repetitive loop on the benefits
of your awards program.

I believe that's
your phone, sir.

- Munch.
- Out of Romania
into JFK, maybe.

Someone gave Ilena
a ticket to come here...

Someone her aunt warned
her had ulterior motives.

We're trying to find out who.

- Got it.
- Got it.

- And the frequent flyer is?
- Randolph Morrow.

Randolph Morrow.
Hold for the address.

Woman: Hello?

Can I help you?

Ilena?

I'm Detective Benson, this is
my partner, Detective Stabler.

Ilena, it's okay.
We're here to help you.

- We got your message.
- What message?

To your aunt.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Who's here?

No. Mr. and Mrs. Morrow
have been very good to me.

Where are the Morrows right now?

At work. And dinner has to
be ready before they get home.

- Is there anything else?
- Yes, there's a lot more.

Ilena, come and play with me.

Ilena...

your aunt was murdered

an hour after we informed
her that you were in trouble.

I don't know anything about it.

I've told you I never gave
anyone a message like that.

Why would someone
make something like that up?

I don't know!

All right. Regardless of
who sent the message,

we know your aunt
came to see you.

I haven't seen
her in three years.

Mr. Morrow really doesn't
like dinner to be late.

Please.

We're very sorry for your loss.

Benson: Ilena.

You were supposed to
start NYU three years ago.

Why didn't you?

You should have seen her when we
told her her aunt had been murdered.

- Nothing. Not a blink.
- Stepford nanny.

The only time she registered
at all on the emotional chart

- was at the thought
of dinner being late.
- It's the Stockholm syndrome.

Brainwashing?

1973, four hostages were taken

during a botched bank robbery
attempt in Stockholm, Sweden.

When the SWAT team
tried to rescue them,

- they actively resisted.
- After only six days
of captivity.

And when they
were finally rescued,

they not only refused to
testify against their captors,

but they helped raise
money for their legal defense.

Are you saying we have another
Patty Hearst on our hands?

It doesn't take as much as
you think to brainwash a person.

Isolation, threats
of death, violence,

and then random
acts of kindness.

In as little as 72 hours,

a person's psyche can be
completely broken down.

Ilena's been there three years.

If that's what really
happened to her,

she's not gonna be of any help.

You gotta get back there and find
out what's going on in that house.

- Do you have a girlfriend?
- Do you?

Have you dated at all
since transferring to this unit?

Ah, now I see where
you're going with this.

Does dealing with sexual
deviants every day affect me?

The answer is no.
Just ask my blowup doll.

Do you think that this job has
had any effect on your sex life?

No, but I think I've
pinpointed what has.

Believe it or not, I have
serious intimacy issues.

I'm critical and negative.

I have an occasional bout of...

let's see, melancholy?

I'm a lousy date,
but a good cop.

So, I guess that just
about covers everything.

Uh, no. Actually,
we have 45 minutes.

So I suppose you want to hear a
detailed account of my sexual history?

But how are we going to
kill the remaining 44 minutes?

Do you always deflect
personal questions with jokes?

Do you always deflect jokes
with personal questions?

Have you ever experienced

any sexual dysfunction
since taking this job?

And I'd appreciate
a serious answer.

Once.

Thank you. When did that happen?

I'm not sure, but definitely
within the last 10 minutes.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm not good
at talking about me.

You're the expert, why
don't you talk about me?

Okay.

You've been married
multiple times.

Each wife was beautiful, spoiled, and
not one of them matched you intellectually.

You distrust all women,
any form of government,

and you could smell conspiracy
at a five-year-old's lemonade stand.

Anything else?

You've given up
on relationships.

But you still
believe in true love.

And the pain of
never having found it

is unbearable.

Anything else?

Woman: Good neighbors.
Decent, loving parents.

Has Ilena ever talked to
you about the Morrows?

Actually, we've never really
had a conversation with her.

I guess it sounds awful.
She's been here a year.

- She's a very quiet girl.
- You said she's been here
just a year?

- Yeah, about.
- We heard she'd been here
three years.

No, one at the most. I'm sure.

What do you guys
know about the Morrows?

She's a veterinarian.

- Anyone who helps animals
is all right in my book.
- And Mr. Morrow?

A corporate type.

An investment banker, I think.

Sit.

The couch is much
more comfortable.

Oh, I'm fine.

Ilena told me about her aunt.

It's tragic.

We didn't even know
she had a relative here.

So, I don't know
what help I can be.

- We never met.
- You never met Ilena's aunt?

- No, sir.
- How did you meet Ilena?

I was in Romania consulting
on some privatization issues.

A nightmare.

Ilena wanted to come to the
States, we needed a nanny.

If only all mergers
were that easy.

She's been with you three years?

Yeah, I guess it has been.

Listen, that chair
is really so stiff.

Your neighbors said that they've
only noticed Ilena this past year.

My neighbors? Well,
this is New York.

I don't think I could tell you
anything about any of my neighbors.

They're very observant.

And they're positive that Ilena's
only been with you this past year.

Can you explain that?

- Louise?
- Yes, sir.

What did we discuss
about the blinds?

You like them drawn
halfway during the afternoon.

And what time is it now?

3:30, Mr. Morrow.

Could you adjust them, please?

Louise: Yes, sir.

Could you do that now, Louise?

Thank you.

I have an afternoon
full of meetings.

- Is there anything else?
- Yeah, one question.

Where were you Monday
between 4:00 and 6:00 p.m.?

I was in negotiations with
four corporate lawyers.

I thank you for your time.

You got something on your suit.

The guy was a real
sweetheart, right?

That couch was comfortable.

And by the way, nice
move with the hair plucking.

- You enjoyed that?
- Yep.

We'll match it up with the
one we found in the rug.

Stabler.

Good, what do you got?

What's that?

Thanks a lot. What?

Toxicology just came back.

Constanta was killed
with Beuthanasia.

It's what they use to
put animals to sleep.

Come on, sweetie.

Mrs. Morrow, we
understand that you work

Tuesdays, Wednesdays
and Thursdays.

- Where were you last Monday?
- Home.

Did Ilena have any
visitors that day?

No.

Did your husband
come home at any point?

No. Barry, can I
have some help here?

Sure, Dr. Morrow.

How're things
working out with Ilena?

Oh, it works. We have a routine.

Uh,

my husband can
explain it better.

Ooh, dropped it.

Do you and Ilena get along?

My husband selected her...

to help me.

Barry.

How close is your
husband to Ilena?

You should talk to my husband.

Dr. Morrow,

we have a hit and run.

Oh.

I should go.

- Barry, can you?
- Yeah.

It's a very nice
facility you have here.

Yup, we got our own
O.R. and recovery rooms.

Pharmacy?

Yeah, it's just
down the hall there.

Mmmm. It's all
computerized, I suppose,

so the DEA can monitor you?

The monitoring's not as
stringent as with humans.

Not too many poodles
become crackheads.

How 'bout the vets?

Look, I really have
to do a rectal, so...

Sure, by all means.
I'll tell you what,

you give us a call

if you think of anything
else you want to tell us.

Sure.

I see you were recently
injured in the line of duty.

Why don't you tell
me what happened.

Sure. I was in a foot pursuit

of a rape suspect,

when the car he stepped
into just blew to high heaven.

So you were only a step
or two to going with him?

Sometimes after encountering

a near death experience,
an officer can get tentative.

Maybe just a
split-second hesitation

before pulling a weapon.

Nope, nope,
nothing like that at all.

No? No.

Actually, I've never
felt more confident.

How so?

Well, I always knew
that this day might come

and I always wondered
what would happen.

Well, the day came

and I walked away from it.

I feel alive, you know, clear...

Like three shots of
espresso without the jitters.

Are you presently
in a relationship?

I had been in a long
term relationship,

but when I started working
here, that pretty much ended.

So did dating in
general, actually.

I guess...

I've been celibate...

well, up until...

Hmm...

Actually, up until the accident.

So you're dating again?

Mm-hmm, a lot.

I guess the whole
thing made me realize

how short life is.

You've met a man?

Well, not a man...

Different men.

I don't know, I
guess I feel restless.

What is it?

Hmm, oh, nothing.

No, you were going
to say something.

No, no, it's nothing.

Well, a few nights
ago I was at this bar,

and there was this guy
and he was watching me...

Staring at me.

And?

And we started dancing.

And I thought I recognized
him from someplace,

but I couldn't place it.

It's dark in the bar, so when we
got outside under the streetlight,

it finally hit me where I
recognized this guy from.

And who was he?

A guy I'd been watching
a year earlier on a case.

We liked him for a suspect.

What'd you do?

I went home with him.

Hey. Hey, you all right?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

I don't know, the psych exam?

Dr. Giggles had me
wanting to eat my gun.

No. No, I'm fine.

- Monique.
- Excuse me.

- Yeah, what?
- I'm looking for detectives
Benson or Stabler.

So had the inventory
been fudged?

Vets are under
a lot of pressure,

so when tranquilizers like
Valium or Ketamine go missing,

it's just the nature
of the business.

But?

Beuthanasia's
another thing entirely.

So did Mrs. Morrow take
some from the animal hospital?

Yeah.

A few months ago.

I couldn't figure out
why. The stuff's lethal.

You sure it's Beuthanasia?

Yeah. The stuff's bright pink.

There's no mistaking it.

You took a lethal
drug home from work?

The same lethal drug
that killed Constanta.

That was for me.

Why?

Because your husband
was having sex with Ilena

right under your nose?

Sexuality is about
reaching our limits

and transcending them.

So did your husband
transcend Ilena's aunt?

Is that what happened?

She confronted
him, he killed her?

No.

We understand you want
to protect your husband.

That woman...

showed up at the door,

threatened him,
threatened our routine.

I knew what I had to do.

And what was that?

I calmed her down.

I gave her tea.

You drugged her.

With an injection of
Beuthanasia as a chaser?

Stabler: Your idea
or your husband's?

It's like putting
an animal down.

You have to disassociate.

Mrs. Morrow,

did your husband tell
you to kill Constanta?

He didn't have to
tell me anything.

Police! Last chance!

You smell that? Upstairs.

What are you doing here?

Morrow: You have
no right to be in here.

Exigent circumstances. Your
lawyer will explain it to you.

Elliot.

Yeah?

- Look at this.
- We're going to need
warrants for those.

Let's at least get
him out of here.

Where is she?

She's gone. She's
not coming back.

Ilena?!

Ilena?! Ilena?!

Ilena can you hear us?

Ilena? Olivia!

- Huh?
- Get me something. We've got a padlock.

That's good. Here.

Where is she?

Who?

The girl you're torturing
in all those photos.

Honey, I'd like a
mineral water, no ice.

And I'd like your
balls in a blender,

but ain't life a bitch?

I said it would be all right
if you keep me company

while I waited for my attorney,

but perhaps I'll have
a little quiet time now.

I've got some
typing to catch up on.

Maybe you shouldn't
have called her honey.

Women.

I've been trying to break
her in for a long time now.

I'd recommend the rack.

- Sounds painful.
- It's excruciating.

You have to be careful, though,

you can cut off circulation,
cause permanent damage.

Is that so?

It has to be consensual.

Like it is with Ilena.

Mr. Morrow's attorney is here.

Why is the detective
talking to my client

after he invoked
his right to counsel?

It's all right, Terrence,

we were just discussing
our common interests.

Now, let's get me
home in time for dinner.

It gets worse. The hair
sample from the rug?

Not his... it's the wife's.

We need that warrant now.

Let's go. What'd
you get from Morrow?

- She's still alive.
- Yeah?

He used the present, not past
tense when talking about her.

"She is," not "was."

- Now, we've got to find her.
- Before she dies.

How do we know
these pictures exist?

- The detectives saw them.
- How and where did
they see them?

When they entered the suspect's
residence looking for the girl.

- Without a warrant?
- Exigent circumstances.

They had every reason to believe
this woman was in imminent danger.

- And was she?
- It turned out that she
wasn't on the premises.

- Uh-huh.
- But they found evidence
indicating that she had

been held there against her will
and that she had recently been moved.

- On this basis, we should...
- Please.

New York is the home of more
discipline and bondage shops

than you can crack a whip
at. Whips and chains do not

necessarily denote
non-consensual acts.

Are you kidding me, Your Honor?

Any idiot can see this woman
is being held against her will...

You are very close
to contempt, Counsel.

Judge, we need to
get into this apartment.

You don't have probable cause,

so you want me to
give you a warrant

so you can get
probable cause, is that it?

Nice try.

Bailiff: All rise.

- Doctor: She's still detoxing.
- And what was she on?

Ketamine. It's an
animal tranquilizer.

On the street it's known as
Special K. We're familiar with it.

In veterinary circles, it's
known as the addiction of choice.

And hers was pretty long term.

I already told you everything.

We're not here for your crime,

we're here for your husband's.

My husband didn't
do anything wrong.

Mrs. Morrow, he kidnapped
and tortured that girl.

He disciplined her.

He helped her learn.

Benson: Did you know
that she was missing?

Yeah. You're gone, she's gone...

and I guess he's all alone
now, except for your daughter.

And all of his toys.

He treats Tamara
like a princess.

She's his daughter.

Adopted daughter. She's not
even his own flesh and blood.

No, he wouldn't.

You know he can't let
that closet stay empty.

Who's the next logical choice?

Stabler: Forget logic,
who's convenient?

Benson: You know
he's going to do it.

He did it to you, didn't he?

Didn't he?

He was so...

good to me

at first.

And then he started
asking me to do things.

So you let him hurt you.

I wanted to escape
so many times,

but I was so afraid
for our daughter.

So you stayed, hoping
that things would change,

but they didn't, did they?

Until he abducted Ilena.

Like he said, it was so perfect.

A woman just in
the United States

and nobody would
even know she existed.

He kept her chained in a
closet for the first six months.

Yeah, except to
rape and torture her.

You have no idea...

what I went through.

That's why you never
did anything for Ilena...

Because he stopped
doing it to you.

All right, you're
going to help us.

How easy was
it to roll his wife?

Like dice down the shoot.

Ooh, that's gotta hurt. She was your
number one submissive, wasn't she?

She'll never testify against me.

She will. We control her now.

She doesn't even blink
without my permission.

- She blinked.
- See, that's where you
screwed up, Chuck.

You broke her down too
much. You made her too plyable.

You made it easy for us.

Most wives'd go to the electric
chair for their husbands, but not yours.

You really screwed up.
Your power is gone, my friend.

We took your control.

I control Ilena.

She doesn't eat, sleep, or
urinate without my permission.

I control her. I do.

Do you like beating up women?

Huh, tough guy? Stand up.

Sit down.

Stand up. Stand up!

Sit down! Sit down!

Now who controls who?

We've been forcing
every move you've made.

Once we start you running,
it's "Screw Up City," pal.

You have never forced
a move out of me!

Oh, really? We forced you
to move Ilena, didn't we?

Jeffries: And what
about this one?

No, that's the bathroom
off the master suite.

Look at these welts on her back.

- Olivia?
- Did he break?

No, but I think he
tipped his hand.

We're sure all of these
pictures were taken in the house?

I think so, except for this one.

This is the only
one I can't place.

Jeffries: There's no point
of reference for location in it.

Just that corner of
rug near the opening.

It's the rug Constanta
was rolled in.

Where's the confession
from his wife?

- She took it out
of the bedroom.
- Been there the whole time.

That's impossible, the cops
have been all over that place.

There ain't nowhere
else but here.

Ilena, talk to us.
Where are you?

It's got to be the bed.

Let's go. Ready to go?

Ilena, can you hear us?

- Olivia, Olivia.
- What've you got?

I've no idea what I've got.

What's that? Something there.

Come on, baby! Come on!

Elliot, there's
something. Pull this.

Pull it.

Benson: Oh, my God. She's alive.

Can you hear us?
Call an ambulance!

It's okay, sweetheart.

This is Stabler, 321 West 101.

I need an ambulance, now.

- It's okay.
- 321 West 101st.

Tell him I didn't do anything.

I didn't make a sound, I swear!

I didn't do anything.

It's okay, we're
getting you out of here.

Ilena, it's over. Shh.

- I didn't do anything!
- It's over.

Audrey: How long does a
case like this stay with you?

A while.

How do you deal with it?

I go home, hug my kids,

kiss my wife.

Can you discuss
the cases at home?

No, no, I don't let that
world touch my family.

But that world is everywhere.

You can't put them on
24-hour surveillance.

True, but it doesn't mean I
have to be their window into it.

You have to work
with a lot of cases

involving children.

You think that hits a little
close to home for you?

You ever see a child

with no soul?

I have.

How do you handle it?

I think...

I think a lot.

About?

The crime. The victim.

The people that
do that sort of thing.

What else?

How I could get
away with killing them.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah. Come on in.

How goes the witch-hunt?

Well, I've seen everybody.

You find any bed-wetters
or cross-dressers?

No.

No, I found a commensurate
level of stress and neurosis

that one would expect
in this field of work.

For the most part.

For the most part?

The purpose of this program is

to identify detectives that are
perilously close to a meltdown.

It's not to punish them,

but to protect the public from
them as well as themselves.

You can't be saying that you found
somebody at that stage in my unit.

I did.

And I'm afraid I have to recommend
that they be removed from duty...

immediately.

Who?