Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Uncivilized - 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.

The victim's name
is Ryan Davies,

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

- Positive ID?
- Pending notification
of the family.

- Who found the body?
- They did.

What happened here, fellas?



- We were playing touch.
- Mm-hmm.

- He sent me long.
- The ball rolled
into the bushes

and I... there was a
pile of leaves and stuff.

Okay, let's go through it again,

real slow, and tell
me what happened.

What do we got?

Kid was assaulted, strangled,

left in a shallow grave.

How old? Around eight.

Wait, hold on one sec.

Mrs. Davies?

We're sorry to
have to tell you this.

Terry?! Terry!

(theme music plays)



All right, people,
what have we learned?

No one can handle
crimes against children.

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

Three... No one can
handle the children.

Specifically. Here.

Ryan Davies. Eight.

A couple of kids playing
touch football found his body

in the woods behind
the playing field.

Stabler: Naked from the waist
down. Signs of sexual assault.

Benson: Ligature
marks around his neck.

- Bruises covered his body.
- No signs of struggle.

- No weapon, no evidence
was found at the scene.
- Only a shallow grave?

The marshes behind
the field are expansive.

The crime most
likely happened there.

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

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

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

Any idea what
caused the bruises?

Yeah, a hand.

The marks were
round, and varied from...

a half inch to three
inches in diameter.

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

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

Search the neighborhood
for registered sex offenders.

Any recent abductions
in the neighborhood?

Not that we know of.

The kid's body was
transported from A to B

and left in a shallow grave.

Transporting the body,
leaving it exposed...

- hallmarks of a stranger.
- The last time the parents
saw him was after school,

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

He never made it there.

Who lets an
eight-year-old out alone?

You watch over
them 24 hours a day,

you wind up with
safe little neurotics.

Well, let's canvass
the neighborhood.

All right?

You ever think
about having kids?

Why, when I have you?

I think about it all the time.

- Cookies for sale.
- Hi.

- Who are you?
- I'm Detective Munch,
this is Detective Cassidy.

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

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

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

Five bucks?! All right.

Give me four.

- You go to school here?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Did you know Ryan Davies?

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

Did you know that
someone hurt him?

Yeah?

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

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

what might have happened?
Have you heard anything?

Boys. Older boys.

Boys, older boys? Who?

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

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

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

Who wants to know?

I guess that's obvious, huh?

What's up?

You tell us. You
know Ryan Davies?

Dude, I live like two
houses down from him.

Yeah? You see
anything on Friday night?

I saw a lot.

When something out
of the ordinary happens,

you look for what else
is out of the ordinary

before the out of
ordinary happens.

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

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

Yeah, old dude riding his bike
around school. Same time every day.

About two hours
after school got out.

- Was he there Friday night?
- Weird guy. Skin on his
forehead's thin...

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

You hadn't seen this guy before?

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

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

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

- On Linwood.
- Cool. Thanks.

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

- (laughing)
- (sighs heavily)

Better than appropriating black
culture for your own bad self.

At least be original.

Stabler: So, you like the park?

I like the trees and grass,

the granite outcroppings...
Like a wilderness.

I ride my bike there.

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

That's why I moved here.

Why the playing field?

I don't understand.

Why do you ride your
bike by the playing field?

Aside from the fact
that it's beautiful?

Okay.

I love city parks.

You get a sense of history.

Central Park was a sheep meadow

before Olmstead and Calvert Vaux

- transformed it into...
- Usually only kids hang out
by the field.

I see.

It's unusual for a grown man

to hang out where kids play.

Some may say inappropriate.

It's a public space.

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

Helps me clear my mind.

What do you do, Mr. Turbit?

I work at the recycling center.

I sort out the plastic bottles.

The clear from the colored.

The green, the red.

And you ride your
bike to and from work?

Absolutely.

It's better for the environment.

Imagine the air in this city

if people rode their
bikes everywhere.

I've got a great old bike.

A classic cruiser.

I keep it covered up out back.

I think someone
must be jealous of it.

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

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

We're investigating the
murder of a young boy.

His body was found
at the playing field.

Oh, no.

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

No.

Friday night, you
go straight home?

Friday night?

No, I went to the tavern,

had a few drinks.

- You like to drink?
- No! No!

It's my stamp collection.

My old man used
to collect stamps.

I never saw the appeal.

It's a brief history of America.

- Planes, trains.
- Elvis.

Tangible proof of
communication between people.

He sold the whole set when Maureen
was born. Bought us a bassinet.

- Helped out with the rent.
- Look.

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

Let's find out.

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

- So, as an adult you
overcompensate?
- Yeah.

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

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

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

Jeffries is working on
Turbit's background.

The guy was
definitely very strange.

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

- guy freaks out.
- The kids put him
at the field at 5:00 p.m...

Ryan's time of death.

Friday night Turbit
says he was drinking.

We need to search
Turbit's apartment.

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

We get that, we'll
get the warrant.

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

Bring in Turbit and
our two eyewitnesses.

You got it.

Benson: You recognize anyone?

Number three.

Jimmy G.: Number three.

He was riding his
bike by the school

the day Ryan Davies disappeared.

Are you sure, son?

That's all for now.

Friday night, I
was at the Tavern.

So you said.

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

What were you doing there?

I had just acquired
the Inverted Jenny...

Number C3a.

The airplane, upside down?

24¢.

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

and I wanted to celebrate.

You know Ryan Davies?

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

Black and tan.

Who'd you talk to?

Some guys. I played cards.

Stabler: What kind?

- Penny ante.
- With whom?

(stuttering) I don't
know their names.

I usually keep to myself.

I need to talk to you.

In his precinct there are nine registered
sex offenders. I went through their files.

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

Turbit was convicted
11 years ago.

He did his time. He was paroled.

He filled out his paperwork with
the Sex Offender Monitoring Unit

within the 10 days, as required.

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

What was he convicted of?

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

What was he convicted of?

Child molestation.

A boy.

A boy two months
older than Ryan Davies.

- (crowd chatting)
- Officer: Stay back!

Maybe we should come
back to do the search.

- Why? They look
harmless enough.
- Detectives!

Why weren't we
informed about this?!

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

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

Unfortunately, I am
not the parole board.

I let my son be alone with him.

That damn stamp collection!

He used it to lure
my daughter inside.

I complained, but
no one listened.

Are you listening now?!

I'm sorry.

Not all sex offenders
are repeat offenders.

You show me a
first time offender,

I'll show you a guy
never caught before.

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

In my opinion,
he wasn't a threat.

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

- when he moved
into the neighborhood?
- You saw what happened today.

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

he becomes a target.

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

The fact is, anyone with
an Internet connection

can go to a sex
offender's website,

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

Man: He is a
simple, religious man.

He responded well to therapy.

He had, in my opinion,
a genuine turnaround.

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

This is your idea
of a turnaround?

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

Benson: Excuse me,
you knew him in prison.

When there's no bedcheck, when
you have to prepare your own meals,

- you act differently.
- Turbit showed remorse
for his crime.

- He couldn't sleep.
- And his victim couldn't walk
for a month.

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

On the night it
happened, Bill was high.

That's not really
the right word.

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

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

The neighbors heard
screams, they called the police.

They found the boy lying
across the room unconscious.

And they found Bill,
balled up in terror

because he thought
the boy was after him.

He believed the boy had died,

and that his corpse
was attacking him.

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

It was Turbit's.

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

What are you going
to match it against?

ME found DNA samples
under the boy's fingernails.

These new victim's rights
laws protect the public

at the expense of the
individual's constitutional rights.

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

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

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

Mr. Turbit, we've an
order from the court

to obtain a sample
of blood from you.

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

I don't like needles.

Sir, please cooperate.

No! No, no, no!

- Lawyer: Stop it! Stop!
- No, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

(groans)

Mr. Davies: Thank you
very much for stopping by.

My son... wore glasses.

Have you seen them?

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

But we do have officers
searching the area.

He can't see without them.

We'll do our best to find them.

Please keep in touch.

Let us know how
things are going.

We promise.

- Daddy, over here.
- Over where?

- Here.
- Hello.

We waited for you
as long as we could.

Yeah. Where's Dickie?

I'm sure he's playing ball.

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

No.

Turbit's a paycheck drinker.

So he comes in here
every other week.

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

He get paid last week?

He was here.

What night?

Friday.

You see him playing
cards with anyone?

I gotta tell you something.

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

She lives with her mom.

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

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

did Turbit play cards
with anyone that night?

Not that I saw.

And I know everyone in here.

What time did he leave?

You know... he left
for a few hours, uh,

then he came back.

Seemed real upset
about something.

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

- Ah, selfish stuff, mostly.
- Like?

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

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

No, it's just that... You
hope they're not gonna

make the same
mistakes that you made.

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

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

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

All the possibilities
just... disappear.

Yeah.

Thanks.

And you? You never
wanted the responsibility?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ryan's glasses ever show up?

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

I wanted to show you something.

Ligature marks around the
neck have an unusual pattern.

Indentations
about an inch apart.

What scale are these photos?

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

Perfect.

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

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

We've got two eyewitnesses
who can put him

at the playing field the
time Ryan disappeared.

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

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

That's not enough?

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

Christopher James.
He's almost 21 years old.

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

Well, talk to him. Compare MOs.

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

Christopher?

Hey, Christopher,
I'm Detective Benson,

and this is my partner,
Detective Stabler.

Christopher.

Christopher?

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

What was his name?

Ryan. Ryan Davies.

Ryan.

I know you've told
your story before,

but I need to record it.

Tell me what Bill
Turbit did to you.

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

I was a big boy. (laughs)

I knocked on his door.

I had four chocolate bars left.

He invited me in.

I needed to use the restroom.

And when I came
out, he wanted to play.

He wanted me to
ride on his back,

like he was a donkey.

And he took off his belt,

and he pretended
it was his harness,

and he got down on all fours.

I did not want to.

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

and he wrapped it
around my neck...

and forced me down on all fours.

And he pulled the belt
tight around my neck.

And then be began to...

To hurt me.

And he pulled the
belt tighter and tighter.

And the darkness
came over my head.

(recorder clicks off)

Thank you.

You never told
me your first name.

Olivia.

Olivia...

origin of the name, Greek.

Four syllables...

It means olive tree.

(police radio chatter,
rhythmic clapping)

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

Give me some space
here, people, thank you!

Let's go.

Woman: Not in this neighborhood!

- Man #1: Scum!
- Man #2: Why don't you
execute the son of a bitch?!

Watch your head.

- Sir, stand back.
- Detective Stabler?

What is it?

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

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

The night Ryan vanished...

Turbit was in my bar.

He was in your
bar the whole night?

Yes. He was babbling
about postage or something.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This bartender,
what's his agenda?

Guilty conscience.
He's a retired transit cop.

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

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

(phone rings)

What?!

Uh, yeah.

We still have two eye-witnesses

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

Two teenagers
versus a retired cop?

- We're gonna release him.
- Olivia: The bike chain
we found at Turbit's house

exactly matches the ligature
marks on Ryan's neck.

Which means very little
without the DNA results.

You know sex offenders
have an 88% recidivism rate.

And I have an obligation
to inform his counsel.

Yeah, you do.

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

That was your boss.

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

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

No, I'm good.

A little confused,
but other than that...

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

Now the laws change
with the seasons,

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

Schiff asked me to talk to you.

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

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

"The Monster Awakes."

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

now we're letting him go.

Well, I share
their pain, Morris,

but Mr. Turbit's
alibi checked out.

So I believe that
means that legally

he's a free man.

(scoffs) He's a poster boy

for the "lock up all the
perverts" movement...

The outraged citizens
who could care less

about civil liberties
when their kids are at risk.

Personally, I don't
disagree with that,

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

It's not. It's mine.

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

that would give the state
extremely wide latitude

in keeping sex
offenders off the street.

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

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

the offender can't
control his impulses,

that he's likely to rape again.

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

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

be convicted and do his
time, and then upon release

be found insane
and locked up again?

It's called civil commitment.

And they need a test case.

Well... like you
said, counselor,

I only catch them,
but last I heard

the rule of law was you do
the crime, you do the time...

And Mr. Turbit did his!

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

We'll work as fast as we
can. I have already contacted

Dr. Greenblatt,
our psychologist.

As a mitzvah can you
buy me some time?

This goes against
everything I believe, Morris.

I know.

Please?

You got 24 hours,
not a minute more.

Hup!

When are you gonna
come and talk to my class?

I don't know.

Whip it around... whoa!

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

Yeah... I'll talk.

Looking for pedophiles, Dad?

Where did you get that from?

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

And what did you
tell Danny Baker?

I told him that you're a cop,

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

- Deal. Wanna fly?
- Yeah.

All right. Ready? Hup, hup, hup.

Up!

Go, go.

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

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

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

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

I'm not comfortable
with situational ethics.

(speaker clicks on)

Bill, you can explain
that last question to me,

instead of writing
it out, if you like.

Okay...

Um...

When I...

saw the photos from
the crime scene...

The crime scene
was my apartment...

I couldn't believe when
they told me it was me

who had done that.

Me...

The scratches on the wall,

carpet that
squished with blood...

it looked like an animal
had been in my place.

Did you fantasize about
what you had done?

It was the drugs.

My biggest fantasy
before that was maybe...

Sitting by the
window and, and...

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

take off her blouse.

Do you feel remorse for
what you did to Christopher?

Not a day's gone by...

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

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

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

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

You see the movie often enough and it
becomes the memory, you know what I mean?

There are two
Billys involved in this.

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

what had been done to the boy...

or that the person
who had done it...

(tearfully) was me.

(sobs)

I just had...

no idea I was
capable of doing that.

But you never know, do you?

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

I told them to rush
those DNA results.

He said I would have
them by this afternoon,

This afternoon
was four hours ago.

Someday DNA testing
will take 10 seconds.

God help us all.

This is Captain Donald
Cragen of the sex crimes unit.

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

results on sample number
Oscar Charlie 7729 Apple. Yeah.

You did?

Yeah, well, thanks
for telling us.

What do we got?

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

Mr. Turbit, you're free to go.

Let's go.

Just like that, huh?

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

But yeah... yeah,
just like that.

Um... do I get my bike now?

Yeah.

So...

can I count on your detectives
at the hearing tomorrow?

- For how long?
- Not long.

An hour, hour and a half.

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

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

There have to be other options.

Chemical castration...
Depo-Provera?

You miss one shot and the
drug loses its effectiveness.

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

What about intensive therapy?

We're not talking about issues

of low self-esteem
or Oedipal rage.

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

This civil commitment
hearing is, right now,

the best way we have
to protect our community.

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

Consider it a preemptive strike.

You really think
that he'll rape again?

You can make
book on it, Captain.

Have you found Ryan's glasses?

The case is not going very well.

I knew it!

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

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

I should have never let Ryan...

I shouldn't have let him go!

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

Who else could have done it?

We have some solid leads.

And when we say
"Check their ID,"

we mean read it.

Don't be afraid. Demand
that they show it to you,

not just flash it at you.

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

And make sure that it
looks like my badge there,

because the two
things that the...

- Child molesters.
- Child molesters count on

is play-acting. Which is...

all that is, is pretending.
They might pretend

that they're a policeman,

or doctor. And the
other thing is that...

They know that kids
want to please grown-ups.

So they might say,
"Hey, I've lost my kitten.

Can you help me find him?"

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

what do you do?

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

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

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

You talk to your teacher
or someone you trust.

What if there's nobody?

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

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

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

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

What if they try to hurt you?

Then you say "No!"

Can we all say
that really loudly?

- All: No!
- Right, and then you run
to your mom or your dad.

Boy: What if your dad's
the one that's hurting you?

Then what?

Then you tell Dickie
and he'll tell me.

Okay?

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

at the Avenal correctional
facility in New Jersey,

- is that correct?
- Greenblatt: Yes.

Could you describe
Avenal for us, please?

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

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

did he ever attack a
fellow inmate sexually?

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

- No.
- So because of
this one crime,

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

And which to an extreme
degree of likelihood

- he will repeat.
- In your opinion!

In fact, Doctor, isn't this whole
legislation nothing but a cheesy end-run

around the cherished legal
concept of double jeopardy?

Not in my opinion.

Oh, come on, Dr. Greenblatt.

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

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

so you can put him away again?

I mean, that's just
plain unconstitutional.

Ms. Kreutzer, we
take your point.

Thank you, Judge.

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

We'll reconvene tomorrow.

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

You did fine.

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

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

You don't need children to
understand double jeopardy.

- Want guys like Turbit
playing on your swing set?
- Want to lock them all up?

- Yeah, I do.
- Where does it stop?

(screaming)

- Cop: Get down!
- Man #2: Get your head down!

- Freeze!
- Benson: Get back! Oh God.

Help!

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

Especially when you
shoot the wrong eye.

In the eyes of
Mr. Davies, we failed.

It doesn't justify his actions.

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

A loved one gets
hurt... a child,

a mother... we
want to make it right.

What happened to the
guy's stamp collection?

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

Where the hell are we with this?

Back to square one.

Two eye-witnesses.

Hey, Jimmy G!

What's up?

Cola.

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

I mean, like, really helpful.

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

You know what? Try
this with me. (inhales)

- Breathe.
- (inhaling)

It's good, right?

Yeah...

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

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Whatever, it's cool.

- It's cool. Yeah.
- Yeah.

So this is where
Turbit was, huh?

Right here.

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

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

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

- Always by
the playing field.
- Yeah.

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

Which side?

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

Uh... you know, the north side.

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

No sense of direction, stupid.

Is that the woods
side or the river side?

- Woods side.
- Woods side.

By the field where
they found Ryan.

Right.

- Munch: You ever talk
to Bill Turbit?
- Nope.

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

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

(chuckles) Maybe this
world is another planet's hell.

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

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

He rode on the sidewalk.

By the woods or by the river?

By the river.

- Their stories don't match.
- Let's print them both
and take some blood.

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

Stabler: We're looking
for a chain of some sort

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

Cassidy: Is it hard for
you to go home to your kids

after working on
a case like this?

Not any harder than trying
to make love after hearing

a rape victim describe
her attack in detail.

I've done this beat
for eight months.

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

But sometimes, I just, um...

I just...

I can't...

I know.

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

- Yeah.
- It's the clinical phase.

(sighs) It lasts awhile.

So what's the next phase?

You don't want to know.

(metal detector beeps)

Hey, what do ya got?

It's just another quarter.

Elliot!

We're also looking
for Ryan's glasses.

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

Jimmy G's fingerprint.

It's a match.

(chain rattles)

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

- Detectives!
- Cassidy: Like book smart?

We found something.

Mike's more than book smart.

He's the one with
the conscience.

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

This is the chain used
to kill Ryan Davies.

- Turbit said that his first
bike chain was stolen.
- What about the tissue samples?

The sample taken from under
Ryan's fingernails matched

the sample of one
of your suspects.

Which one?

You've known Mike D a long time.

Since we were kids.

He got a scholarship
to a private school.

Came back to me though, didn't like
being with all those "Richie Riches."

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

Well, if you don't tell us,

you know Mike will.

My mom...

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

"Boys will be boys!"

Well, you know, right now...

it's every man for himself.

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

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

things got out of hand.

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

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

You tell us what happened.

I don't know where to start.

Where'd you get the idea?

Off the web.

We were surfing and fell
into this sex offender website.

That's where we
found Mr. Turbit.

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

The site was specific.

Very specific about
what Mr. Turbit had done.

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

We got the idea in our heads and it
was like... too good to forget, you know?

It just sorta took
over our minds.

It was all Jimmy
could talk about.

At first we just
goofed around...

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

Took his bike chain.

That chain, Jimmy
always wondered

what Turbit might
do with that chain.

Turbit could do anything.

Tell me about the Friday
when Ryan disappeared.

We were in my garage, smoking.

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

We started making fun of him.

Like, who let the
retard out on their own?

Who's bike was that?

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

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

We just sorta
looked at each other.

And I grabbed
Turbit's bike chain.

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

And then his glasses fell off.

That's when he
really freaked out.

I had to hold him down.

And it was...

What?!

It was what?

Look, I'm not gay or anything!

It was awful.

Until he started screaming.

And he wouldn't shut up.

We were worried
someone would hear.

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

Then Jimmy took the bike chain.

To shut the kid up!

I heard his neck snap.

He just lay there...

still.

The kid was a loser anyway.

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