Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 10, Episode 10 - Smut - 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.

Anthony,
you push Avery,

and I'll take Minnie.
No, I can do it.

Don't let her lead!

Stop, girl!
Minnie, heel! Heel!

Oh, Minnie!
Get your ass back here!



Stop, girl!

Stop, girl!

Bad dog.

Stop!

Stop! Stop!
Stay there.

Stop!

Get away
from my baby!

He was crying.

Oh, my God.
Are you okay?

What have we got?

Kelly Sun.

Twenty-five. Raped, beaten,
wandering in Riverside Park.

Oh, God.
How's she doing?

Well, it could
be a lot worse.



Judging by the dirt
and cuts on her feet,

I'd say she was wandering
around for hours.

Explains why CSU can't
find a crime scene.

How about
the rape kit?

Positive for fluids,
bruising and tearing,

but I'm more worried
about her mental state.

Get off of me!
No! Let me out of here!

Honey, you're in no
shape to leave. Get...

No, I'm going to miss
my plane! Kelly. Kelly.

Calm down.
Calm, Kelly.

You're in
shock. Calm down.

I have to be in
Korea on Friday.

It is Friday.
Today is Friday.

You've lost track of time.
You were attacked.

What do you mean?

You were raped.

Oh, my God.

Why don't I remember?

Here's Kelly's coat.

She's still
in the shower.

Bloodhounds
get a scent,

maybe they can track back
to where Kelly was raped.

She was walking around for
hours, they're wasting their time.

It's better than doing nothing. We're
not going to get much out of her.

I don't know
what's worse,

not being able to remember your
attack or not being able to forget it.

Kelly's ready.
All right.

Well, look, maybe she'll
tell you more one on one, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Kelly.
How are you doing?

I still feel so dirty.

It will probably
take a while.

Those bruises are from
your attacker's knees

when he forced
your legs apart.

I don't understand...

I'm a travel writer.

I've traveled
all over the world.

I know how to
take care of myself.

I would never
let anybody rape me.

Kelly, this can
happen to anyone.

Why can't I remember?

Because we think
you were drugged.

You mean, like,
with a roofie?

Or GHB.

It's very easy to slip into somebody's
drink when they're not looking.

We'll know more when your
tox screen comes back.

How could I
have been so stupid?

Kelly, listen to me.
This is not your fault.

It's like somebody

took over my body and
I wasn't even inside it.

Kelly.

Why don't we focus on
what you do remember, okay?

No, it's...

It's all a blank.

It's all right. What
about yesterday morning?

I was packing for
my trip to Korea

and running
errands, and...

I went to Chinatown
around noon.

Okay. Alone?

Yeah. Wait, no. I...

I ran into Riley Slade
coming out of the subway.

Is Riley a
friend of yours?

More like a
frenemy now.

What happened?

We both work for the same publisher

and last year, Riley wrote a book
about biking through Indonesia,

but he never even set foot there.
It's just totally unethical.

So you turned him in.

Yeah.

They fired him.

I bet he wasn't
too thrilled about that.

You think
he raped me?

Raped her? I owe
that chick my gratitude.

For busting you?

Got people to
read my book.

Editors figure if I can write
a smash from my living room,

imagine what I can do if I
actually left my apartment.

Did you leave
it last night?

Yeah, I did a screen test
for Jetsetter Network.

They want to give me
my own cable show.

Slade Runner.
Pretty catchy, huh?

Yeah, make sure I forget
to program my TiVo.

Look, I'm sorry
she got hurt,

but Kelly wasn't cut
out for this business.

But you are.

You've got to
game the system.

Never pay
for anything.

Travel on
somebody else's dime.

Sounds like a scam.

Everybody does it.
Even Kelly.

Kelly didn't pay her
own way to Korea? Please.

She got a free round-trip
ticket working as a courier.

For who?

Company called Pakidala.

What do you mean, Kelly's
in the hospital? In Seoul?

No. Here.

God, that's awful.

She's going to be okay.

I'm talking about me.

The Marks brothers are
going to have my ass.

They're dead.
Not the comedians.

These brothers
are jewelers.

A bling ring has hit them
four times in the last year.

You sent a defenseless girl up
against professional jewel thieves?

Our clients are Hasidim,
Kelly's a Chinese empress.

We thought she'd fly
safely under the radar.

Please tell me
she still has her pouch.

Excuse me?

The one she was carrying with
$700,000 worth of uncut diamonds?

Kelly,
you should have told me.

I wasn't supposed to let
the diamonds out of my sight.

How am I supposed to pay
back the Marks brothers?

They probably have
insurance for that,

but you need to tell me
everything that you remember.

Okay. Well, I went to
go pick up the diamonds,

and I was nervous, because I've never
carried anything so expensive before.

And they put me in a car
to Kennedy Airport.

Did you make it there?

Yeah. Terminal 4.

And I must have
checked in my bags,

because I have
a boarding pass.

Did you make it
through security?

I can't remember.

The airline verified Kelly
got her boarding pass.

Then security at Kennedy
sent over the tapes.

Kelly made it to her gate, and she's
got the pouch with the diamonds.

After that, Kelly headed
into the Layover Lounge.

She went
for a drink before boarding.

That must be
when she got drugged.

You got anything
from the bar?

Yeah, they have
a camera there, too.

Well, who's that with
her? They look cozy.

That could be our perp. Can you zoom in?

Sure.

Let's see if he puts
anything into her drink.

He's making his move.
They blocked it.

Can you fast-forward
until they leave?

She finished
her drink.

Well, if he slipped her a mickey,
she'd be feeling something by now.

She's not stumbling out
of there like she was doped.

It doesn't look
like he's forcing her.

It's more like a love
connection than coercion.

Do you have them leaving the airport?

Yeah, at the terminal exit.

She checked bags. Why is
she leaving without them?

Seven hundred G's buys a
lot of Louis Vuitton luggage

and plenty
to put in it.

I say we pull the taxi's trip
card and see where he took her.

It was
a great massage.

Thanks again for coming
on such short notice.

Working
out a few kinks?

Yeah. Long day.

Can I help you?
I'm Detective Stabler.

This is my partner,
Detective Benson.

You are?
Eric Lutz.

Mr. Lutz, may we...

Yeah, please. Come in.

What can I do for you?

Tell us how
you know Kelly Sun.

I met her last night.

Really?

Because you look
pretty close.

We were getting there. Yeah?

You try to get there a
little too fast last night?

How is that any of your business?

Kelly was found this morning
a couple blocks away from here.

She was
brutally attacked.

You don't think
I hurt her?

I think she said no, but you were
revved up to go, so you forced her.

Actually,
Kelly said yes,

and when I woke up,
she was gone.

You know,
for a lot of girls,

the morning after
can be a little awkward.

Especially when they
wake up in the hospital.

I didn't do anything.

So she beat herself up.

I don't know.

Maybe she was headed home and
she got jumped by some guy.

Look. I met
a cute girl in a bar.

We hooked up.
That's not a crime.

No, but robbery is.

Still sealed.

I wouldn't go through
somebody else's things.

You don't think it's strange
that she left it here?

Maybe she used it as an excuse to call
me. You know, it's happened before.

Do you pick up a lot of women, Mr. Lutz?

Drug them, bring them home
and then rough them up?

Detective,
I'm trying to help you,

but it sounds like
I should call my lawyer.

No, that's okay.

We're done.

You can't just take that.

Yeah, we can.
It's evidence.

By the way, you shouldn't leave 700
grand of diamonds just laying around.

So that's a girl's
best friend, huh?

They're uncut.

Looks like the stuff at the
bottom of my son's fish bowl.

Okay. If those were keeping Dickie's fish
company, all three of us could retire.

Just because you found them at Lutz's
place, doesn't mean he stole them.

But it does mean that he was with
Kelly the night of the attack.

All right. So let's pick him up for
robbery, squeeze him for the rape.

If she was raped. Lutz
says the sex was consensual.

Stabler. What about the beat-down?

You think Kelly
consented to that?

Without a claim of rape, we don't
even have a "he said, she said. "

And what if she's in
on this alleged robbery?

She didn't tell you
about the diamonds.

Kim, the woman was beaten,
she was raped

and she thought she'd lost over half a
million dollars in jewels. She was scared.

But she wasn't drugged.

That was Warner with the tox
screen. No Rohypnol, no GHB.

Look, I know this
guy raped her.

Then why can't
she remember?

I don't know.

Maybe the airport security
tape will jog her memory.

Hey, get away from her.

What are you?
Deaf? Get up.

Just making sure
she's okay. Relax.

Who are you?

It's Eric.
You don't remember me?

How did
you get in here?

I told the nurse that I was
her boyfriend. Boyfriend?

I've never seen you
before in my life.

Come on. We had such a great time.

I thought we made
a connection, Kelly.

Kelly. You met him at JFK
last night. You left with him.

What? How could that be?

Don't tell me you
don't remember me.

Get away from me!
Kelly.

Arrest him! He raped me! He raped me!

I didn't rape Kelly.
Okay.

Well, I'm sure a guy like you
doesn't have any problem getting laid.

I just need to hear your
side of the story. Yes.

Anything to help clear this up. Okay.

So you meet Kelly in the bar at
Kennedy and you have a few drinks.

Right, and then my flight
to Bogot? was canceled.

You can check that with
the airline. We did.

You were grounded,
but Kelly's flight took off.

Without her on it.

Yeah, well, we were
getting along, you know?

I suggested she could
come over to my house,

and then she could
take a flight the next day.

Pretty smooth.
Yeah.

I was surprised
when she said yes.

But who am I to say no
to a beautiful woman?

I wouldn't go home with
a complete stranger.

Maybe he threatened you.

But there's
security everywhere.

Why didn't I fight back
or scream or something?

She was totally into me.

Hmm. Hmm.

How did you find Kelly?

You said she was attacked near my house.

I just checked the closest hospital.
Mercy. Yeah, but, you know...

She was just a one-night
stand, why bother?

I already told you, I just wanted
to make sure that she was okay.

You know,
someone might think

that you just wanted to
see how much she remembered.

Yeah, of course. I wanted her to
remember that I didn't rape her,

then I'd be off the hook.

Keep wiggling. CSU just
called from his crib.

I didn't give you permission
to search my house.

We got a warrant.

Yeah, and we found
blood on your sheets.

Same type as Kelly's.
Explain that, player.

Guys, come on.

It was her
time of the month.

It's not exactly
a deal-breaker for me.

Rape kit confirms your
victim was menstruating.

Son of a bitch has an
answer for everything.

He might not
have one for this.

You mentioned he was
on his way to Bogot??

He's a petroleum exec,
goes down to Colombia a lot.

That rang a bell,

so I reran Kelly's tox screen for a
tropane alkaloid called scopolamine

and hit the jackpot.

Colombian Devil's Breath.

Scam artists use it in Latin
America to prey on people,

get them to hand over
their life savings.

The victim stays conscious
but controllable.

She might fight, but
she'll do what she's told.

Explains why Kelly skipped her
flight and went off with a stranger.

Scopolamine also
blocks memory formation.

It's not that your victim
doesn't recall the attack,

she literally has
no memory of it.

She'll never be able
to tell us what happened.

Well, I know who can.
The bastard who dosed her.

I don't even know
what scopolamine is.

Then you won't mind us going
through your credit card statements

to see if you bought any, huh?
Could you just please hurry?

I have a plane to catch.
Are you going to Bogot??

Yeah, and the car will be here any
minute. I have to finish packing.

We can't let this guy
leave the country.

There's nothing so far
that's going to stop him.

No vitamin companies,
no health food store.

No vendor that sells
anything like scopolamine.

Well, if he uses cash, we'll
never be able to trace it.

I think he charges everything.
Nobu, Tiffany's, Barneys.

The guy's vices are five-star
restaurants and thousand-dollar shirts.

Well, he might
have another one.

I checked Lutz's
Internet cache

for searches on scopolamine
and didn't find any.

But I did find these.

Holdherdown. Net, sicksexvideo.
Net... Forceher. Net?

Prince Charming
likes rape porn.

Likes is an understatement.

He's got more than
200,000 pics and videos.

That's quite
a spank bank.

But it doesn't
prove that he raped Kelly.

You might change your
mind when you see this.

I found an encrypted
partition on his hard drive.

An invisible drive.
Exactly.

Say it. Tell me you want
me. That's Kelly and Lutz.

I want you! And that
doesn't look consensual.

I love it! Say I'm the boss.

You're the boss!
That's right.

You just found
the smoking gun.

More like
a smoking armory.

There are four more videos
of Lutz attacking other women.

I want you!

He's a serial rapist.

That's right.

No, don't.

I need to know
what he did to me.

Tell me you love it.
Say it. Say it.

I love it!

You forgot to mention
you're a photography buff.

Your home videos
look a little rough.

Some women think getting
physical makes it more exciting.

Funny, they don't seem
to be enjoying themselves.

That's just
part of the act.

They're role-playing
their fantasies.

And you play the role of the rapist.

Is that how Kelly remembers
it? You know damn well

she doesn't remember anything
because you drugged her.

Wrong. She ate it up. They all did.

So you're saying these
women consented? Absolutely.

Then you won't mind
telling me their names.

I don't kiss and tell.

A good policy
all around.

Let's go, Eric.
This interview is over.

Kim Greylek.

From the Beltway
to the Big Apple.

Whatever I can do to protect
it from worms like your client.

You better start thinking
about protecting your rep

when the judge laughs this dog
of a case out of the courtroom.

We'll see. Always nice to
see lawyers getting along.

Oh, yeah. I saw the
videos. She's right.

Lutz tells Kelly to
fight back and she does.

Half the jury's going
to think she wanted it.

You're not letting him go, are you?

We didn't have
enough to hold him.

You have him raping me on
tape! What more do you need?

We need time. Time to build a case.

You were supposed
to make me feel safe.

Who's going to stop him
from doing this again?

The only way we're going to nail
Lutz is if we ID those other victims.

See if they
remember anything.

So we've got five
million women in this city,

and we've got to
find four of them.

Who may not even know
that they've been raped.

Say I'm the best you've ever
had. Let me hear you say it.

Say I'm the best you've
ever had. Say it. Say it!

You're the best I've ever had!

That's right.
Tell me you're mine.

Tell me you're mine!
Come on.

I'm yours!
That's right.

Eric Lutz is the
classic serial rapist.

He's deeply insecure, and so
he rapes women to feel powerful.

And he's smart. He never
says their name or anything

that we could use
to identify them.

He depersonalizes them, turns
them into passive sex objects.

He takes total control, not only
in the moment, but for the future.

Every time he watches the
video, he relives the rapes.

Come on.
Come on.

Get off me.
You're a fighter.

I like that a lot. But you
know what? I'm going to win.

You know why I'm going to
win? Because I'm the boss.

Tell me I'm the boss.
Say it.

You're the boss.
Say it again.

You're the boss.
Say it again!

You're the boss!

That's the scopolamine.

She wants to fight back, but
she can't overpower the drug.

Maybe all of them
weren't drugged.

Maybe one of them remembers.

Get Morales to
clean up the video.

We'll release their faces to the
media and get IDs for the women.

You can't plaster them
all over the news.

The media's not going to
cooperate. They're victims.

Are you sure?

Did you just watch the
same tape that I did?

Does it look
like rape? Yeah.

Does it turn my
stomach? You bet.

But Lutz is going to argue it
was consensual rape fantasy,

and until we have a woman who says
otherwise, we're stuck with his version.

Your perp has found
the perfect MO.

He can do whatever he wants and
not worry about getting caught.

Maybe not.

Morales found imbedded time
and date stamps on the videos.

Well, that's a start. It
tells us when he raped them.

He also cross-referenced the dates
of the attacks with Lutz's financials

and something
hinky came up.

Two hours before
he raped Victim 2,

he paid $800 to
Exquisite Express.

Sounds like
a limousine rental.

Or an escort service.

They'll both
take you for a ride.

Do you dream about being
with the perfect girl?

Describe your ideal date
and we'll make it happen.

Build-a-bimbo. The john can pick anything
from their hair color to their cup size.

Okay. So Victim Number 2.
She was about, what? 5'8"?

Blonde hair.
Cup size. C?

D.

I got a good eye.

We recommend Denise.

That looks like our victim.

Denise?

Sorry, Detective.
You've got the wrong girl.

You're good. No, I'm pretty
sure you're the one I want.

What is this?
A shakedown?

It's more
like research.

I want you to tell me everything
you know about this guy.

Tell me about him,
off the record.

Just your
average sicko.

Yeah, I saw the video.

Figures he'd tape it.
He was really into the act.

The whole
"no means yes" thing?

He forced you?
Force me? He paid me.

But he had
troubles on his end.

He couldn't
finish the job?

He had a hard time
keeping his interest up.

Playing make-believe wasn't
enough for him to get off anymore,

so Lutz graduates to
real rape, real victim.

Okay. So we've ID'd Victims
2 and 5. Denise and Kelly Sun.

Question is
who is 1, 3 and 4?

All we know from the video
is the time and dates.

Not anymore.

I dug deeper
through Lutz's receipts.

And I hex-dumped his
cell phone. Hex-dumped?

Yeah, it's our
latest techie trick.

A cell phone memory stores where
you access Wi-Fi, e- mail or GPS.

Gives you a good idea of a
person's movements around the city.

Like where Lutz was right before
these women were raped and taped.

Down to the square foot.

About an hour before
Number 1 was attacked,

Lutz made an ATM withdrawal
at Grand Central Station.

Well, he probably met
her there. In a bar.

So he picks up women having
drinks in public places.

That doesn't
help us too much.

A thousand people go through
Grand Central every day.

Okay. Then how
about Number 3?

Thirty-eight minutes
before she was raped,

Lutz accessed Wi-Fi at a gym on
58th Street called Fitness Factor.

He could have met her and
doped her in the juice bar.

I e-mailed them
her photo.

They matched it
to the ID of a member.

Her name is Laurel Andrews. Great job.

Thanks
for seeing us.

What can
I do for the police?

I wanted to talk to you about
somebody that you met at the gym.

At Fitness Factor?

I don't talk to anyone
while I work out.

I just put in my earbuds
and sweat to the music.

Do you recognize this man? No.

Well, we think you met him at
the gym and he assaulted you.

That's impossible.

So you don't
remember anything?

There's nothing to
remember. It didn't happen.

We have the
attack on video.

Look, I told you. I don't know
this man, and I wasn't attacked.

Well, we believe that he drugged
you so that you wouldn't remember.

Maybe if you
saw the video...

You've got the wrong
person. Go. Now.

Walk around the block
puts her out every time.

Sorry, honey. I didn't
know you had guests.

Mr. Andrews...
We're just leaving.

Have a good day.

Why did you do that?

She's the same
happy wife and mother

she was before
August 19th.

It was like she
was never raped.

But she was.
We have it on tape.

Right now, that
woman is not a victim.

If we play her that tape,
we're making her one.

If we pretend that woman wasn't
attacked, then Lutz gets away with it.

And when he rapes his next
victim, that will be on us.

So we find Victim Number 4
and see if she remembers.

Any luck?

I wish.

Lutz attacked
Victim Number 4

30 minutes after he ate
at the Normandy Cafe.

Okay. Let's see if
anyone there can ID her.

Changed hands six months
after the owner died.

So we've got nothing.

We've still got
Laurel Andrews.

Great.
Let's get her on board.

We tried. She doesn't
remember anything.

Laurel was
Lutz's first victim

after he couldn't
get it up with Denise.

So maybe he hadn't perfected
his drugging technique.

Okay. Show her the video.
She might remember something.

She refuses
to look at it.

Change her mind.
Convince her.

I'm not going to turn her into
a victim to test out your theory.

You're giving a serial rapist
license to prey on more women.

No. Put a tail on him
so he can't hurt anyone else.

Elliot, we can't
just let this guy walk.

Detective. Did you
find Laurel's purse?

Her purse?

She said it was stolen.
That's why you were here.

Mr. Andrews, I work with
the Special Victims Unit.

We investigate sex crimes.

I don't understand.

I need you
to see something.

Tell me I'm the boss.
Say it. You're the boss.

Say it again.
You're the boss.

Say it again!
You're the boss!

Why didn't
Laurel tell me?

She says
she doesn't remember.

But why lie to me after
you told her what happened?

Maybe she was afraid to face it,
afraid of what you might think.

What's
going on here?

Oh, my God. That's me.

What the hell
were you thinking?

I was thinking about getting a
serial rapist off the streets.

I want to catch the guy as much as
you do. But what about Laurel Andrews?

How many times
have you said,

"Confronting the attacker
is the only way to move on"?

Laurel doesn't
have to move on.

In her mind,
she wasn't even raped.

Lutz will learn
from his mistakes.

He'll improve his MO.
Then we'll never get him.

You can't change
what happened to Laurel.

I can protect her
from the damage.

No, you can't.

You should know that
better than anyone.

I don't want
to talk to you.

You don't have to
say anything, Laurel.

Just listen.

A few months ago,
I was sexually assaulted

by a man while
I was working undercover.

I felt guilty that
I didn't stop him,

ashamed of how
powerless I was.

And then I got angry.

But that didn't
help me get over it.

What did?

Admitting that
it happened

and putting the man
who did it behind bars.

And going to counseling.

Are you over it now?

I'll never be over it,

but I can live
with it now.

And I have
my life back now.

I met him at the
juice bar at the gym.

The next thing I remember
I was waking up at home, sore,

my legs all bruised.

You don't remember
what he did to you?

After you first came
to see me, I started to.

Bits and pieces.

Him holding me down.

Tearing off my clothes.

Did he rape you?

Yes.

And I just
couldn't face it.

Laurel. I need
you to testify.

If I do,
will he go to prison?

It's the only way
to stop him.

No. Not so fast,
there, Mr. Lutz.

You're not going to make me
miss my flight again, are you?

That's not all
you're going to miss.

Eric Lutz. You're under arrest for the
rapes of Kelly Sun and Laurel Andrews.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

People of the State of
New York v. Eric Lutz.

Two counts of Rape
in the First Degree.

How does the
defendant plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Bail? The People request $2 million.

The defendant was arrested on
his way to jet off to Colombia.

On a long-overdue
business trip,

which A.D.A. Greylek
knows full well.

She's manipulating the Court.

And you would never do
that, would you, Hilary?

Bail is set at $500,000 and the
defendant will surrender his passport.

Your Honor,
motion to sever the cases.

Parading the defendant's sexual partners
before the Court is highly prejudicial.

They're not his sexual partners,
they're his rape victims

and establish
a pattern of behavior.

This pattern overwhelms my
client's presumption of innocence.

He'll be innocent until
proven guilty in my courtroom.

Motion to sever is denied.

My client would
like to change his plea

to not guilty by reason
of mental disease or defect.

On what grounds?

He's addicted
to pornography.

Watching porn is not
an excuse to rape.

Being brainwashed is.

My client's ability to
understand right from wrong

was damaged after watching
thousands of hours of women

who appear to enjoy
being forced to have sex.

Fascinating and repugnant.

But legally acceptable.
I'll allow the defense.

Just like that? The judge didn't
even want to read the motion.

Nope. "Porn made me do it.
" Unbelievable. But is it?

I can't count the number
of perps that we've collared

with porn stashes that
would make Jenna Jameson gag.

And that ain't easy.

Wait. So you think
that gives Lutz an excuse?

No. But you can't tell me that there's
no connection between porn and rape.

Whoa. Hold up. I've enjoyed
adult entertainment a time or two,

and I've never
forced a woman.

So after what
we see all day,

you go home and watch women
being degraded to get off?

All women don't feel the
same way you do about porn.

I mean,
my girl digs it.

Plus, you've got
female producers

running multi-million-dollar
porn production companies.

Women making porn?

That's like the whore on the
corner working her way up to pimp.

Doesn't make it right.
Lighten up, choirboy.

You don't have to be
a perv to like porn.

Oh, yeah? Then how come
people don't put V for Vagina

next to Vertigo
on their bookshelves?

Because they're afraid of
being judged by prudes like you.

Even hockey moms are getting Brazilian
bikini waxes to look like centerfolds.

Porn is mainstream now.

But, Kim,
this is my point.

Porn makes normal women
want to emulate hookers

and tells rapists that their
sick fantasies are okay.

You know that's
not true for all rapists.

Well, it is for
enough of them.

I just hope the jury isn't
snowed by Lutz's expert witness.

Forty million Americans
enjoy pornography every year.

I mean, you'd be hard-pressed
to find someone in this courtroom

who hasn't enjoyed
a skin flick or two.

Dr. Crosthwaite, how can
watching images affect us?

My research shows that porn
triggers a chemical response.

Adrenaline levels increase.

Dopamine and serotonin, the
feel-good neurochemicals, skyrocket.

But images aren't drugs.

No, but the chemical
response to those images

can be as addictive
as a drug.

Are you telling me that a porn addict can
get hooked on his brain's own chemistry?

Yes. Your client watched
thousands of hours of violent porn,

driving him to act
out his fantasies.

Thank you.
Nothing further.

Dr. Crosthwaite, are you familiar
with the psychological studies

of Diamond and
Uchiyama in Japan?

And Kutchinsky in
Europe and Scandinavia?

Yes.

Please tell us
their conclusions.

Both studies found that an increase
in the availability of pornography

positively correlated to a
decrease in sexual assaults.

In other words, when porn is easily
available, fewer rapes happen.

That's right.

So shouldn't pornography have an
opposite effect on the defendant?

Not necessarily.

Really?
The research is clear.

Porn is an outlet for fantasies
and decreases the urge to rape.

That's true, but this...
Nothing further.

Your Honor, Ms. Greylek asked our expert
a question. Why not let her answer it?

Go ahead, Doctor.

Porn is like alcohol.

Some people can consume
it safely in moderation.

Give an alcoholic a drink
and he can't stop at one.

Mr. Lutz needs rehab,
not prison.

Porn ruined my life.

I'd stay up for hours searching for
the perfect images, so I could...

Masturbate?

Yeah, I did it at night,
so I could sleep.

I did it in the morning
before I went to work.

Pretty soon, I was sneaking peeks
at the office. I couldn't stop.

Did you try to quit?

Yeah.
All the time.

But my hands were shaking, you know?

I get irritable.
I couldn't concentrate.

It was like going
through withdrawal.

Tell us about the videos.
They were difficult to watch.

What were you thinking when
you were with these women?

That they went
home with me.

That they wanted
to have sex.

I thought
they were into it.

Look, I'm so sorry
if I hurt anybody.

I'm in therapy now and I'm trying to
recover from this terrible addiction.

I know how difficult this has been,
Eric. I appreciate your candor.

I don't get it. You're
handsome, well-educated.

You have a good job, money...

Why did you
get into porn?

Not good in the sack?
Objection. Relevance.

Mr. Lutz put his sexual prowess
and proclivities on the table.

Objection overruled.

The knife cuts both ways,
Ms. Regnier.

So why look at porn
in the first place?

What tickled your fancy?

Girl-on-girl? Double
penetration? Gay-for-pay?

Hey, I'm into women.

But you couldn't get a
real, live woman willingly.

Sure, I could,

but porn takes away
the complications.

Complications? Like a
woman's needs and desires?

Yeah, you all want to get
married and have kids.

So you wanted sex
with no strings attached?

Yes. Sex with a woman
you could pin down,

push up her skirt, yank off her
panties and force yourself onto?

That's not what I meant.

This isn't about
complications or porn.

It's the fight
that turns you on.

No. It is not.

Really? Let's take a look
at one of your videos.

Now I'm going to
give you what you want.

Don't.
I have a husband, a baby.

Good, then you're
used to putting out.

Please
don't hurt me!

Tell me you love it.
I love it.

Tell me you love it.
Tell me you love it.

I love it!
I love it! I want you!

Get off me! No!
You don't have to do this!

No, turn it off.

You're getting
too turned on?

I didn't say that.

You like it,
don't you, Mr. Lutz?

The feel of a woman
struggling beneath you,

the sobbing, the slapping,
the fight they put up...

I said turn it off!

You sure about that?

Because that's not an
objection you're raising.

Greylek tells me Lutz is going down
for what popped up in court today.

Well, I guess the jury saw him
for the monster that he is, huh?

What's the matter?
You don't look happy.

I'm not. Greylek just put Laurel
Andrews through the wringer for nothing.

What are you
talking about?

Look at this.

Flipper looks a little
frisky there. So what?

It's on Judge Moredock's
file server,

along with other suggestive
images, like a randy goat.

Right in the middle of a case
that he's trying involving porn.

Well, someone's
gunning for him, huh?

Or us.

Either way,
this comes out,

his objectivity gets called into
question and triggers a mistrial.

We've got to tell Greylek. Lutz
will walk because Judge Moredock

gets a laugh from
raunchy pictures.

Anonymous e-mail,
my left cheek.

It's that idiot law clerk I fired last
year trying to make trouble for me.

I have to turn them over to the defense.

These were never meant
for public consumption.

They're goofy pictures.

They were on my personal
file server, not a website.

Well, we found them.
That means others can, too.

Do you think
these are obscene?

It doesn't matter
what I think.

If this comes out
after the trial,

the defense has
grounds for appeal.

Which I would
never want.

I'm recusing myself
and declaring a mistrial.

Detective Benson. You're going
to make me go through this again?

It was my duty to
turn those photos over.

I thought your duty was
to protect victims like me.

Believe me, Laurel, the last thing
that I want to do is to hurt your case.

You made me remember,

relive that awful night.

And now,
for the rest of my life,

I will never get those
horrible images out of my head.

I'm sorry... And I won't testify again.

You okay?

No.

Liv, go home.

I can't.

Without Laurel's testimony,
I don't have a case.

There's got to be something
that I can find to get Lutz.

If the answer is in this box, it
will still be there in the morning.

I got this receipt
from Tiffany's for $18,000,

one month before the rape.
Doesn't say what it's for.

What does a guy like Lutz
spend that kind of money on?

Have to be some
pretty fancy cufflinks.

Or an engagement ring.

The son of a bitch
was going to get married.

Who was she, Eric?

What are you doing here?

Just asking you
a question.

You're trying
to intimidate me.

A woman walks down a public street
and you find that intimidating?

Interesting. Cut the crap,
Detective. This is harassment.

She was your
first victim,

but she wasn't
a random stranger.

You were going
to marry her.

You're not going to
get away with this.

Oh, yeah?

You just love taking
photos of women, don't you?

Yeah. I'm going
to have your badge.

Yeah? Not before
I throw you in jail.

Hey, he take the bait?

You bet. He made a phone call and
I'm tracing her name and address.

You know as well as I do that
Detective Benson crossed the line.

She stalked and
harassed my client.

Funny.
Last time I checked,

sidewalks were
public property.

Oh, cut the attitude,
sweetheart.

We've got the
proof in the photos.

And I've got the
proof in the flesh.

Shannon Browning,
Mr. Lutz's former fianc?e.

I'm not sure what someone in my
client's past has to do with...

Then let Ms. Browning
describe the phone call

that your client
made to her last night.

How he threatened
to kill her

if she said anything to the police
about what he did to her two years ago.

I remember everything.

Eric picked me up at
Grand Central Station.

Said it was going
to be a special day.

On the way home,
he proposed.

He gave me
the most beautiful ring.

And then, when we got
back to his place,

he raped me
over and over and over.

You look
surprised, Hilary.

Just think how the
next jury will react.

You ungrateful bitch.

You know I would have
given you everything.

All you had to do
was be a loving wife.

How could you
do this to me?

And to all of those
other women, too?

You remember Laurel, right? And Kelly?

You sluts loved it.

Eric, shut up.
What?

What are you offering?
At least 25 years in jail.

I think we're done here.

Especially him.

I'm the one you'll
always remember. Hey!

You're never going to get over me!

Hey! You hear me? I'm the
best that you ever had!

You'll never forget me!
You'll never forget me!

You hear me?
You will never forget me!