Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 6, Episode 10 - Haunted - 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.

Sun's up.
This freak doesn't hit after dawn.

You wanna call it a night?

Yeah. One long ass night.

You know what? Bodega's open.
You want another cup of coffee?

No, I'll get it.
You call Elliot.



Thanks.

Mobile One to Base.
Mobile One to Base.

Base here.

Hey, I think we're gonna pack it in.

Good, see you back at the house.

75...

Gimme two coffees,
one black, one regular.

You got it.

A dollar seventy-five.
Two dollars.

Two dollars and 25.

Empty out the register, pops.

You think I'm playing?

Shots fired... Bodega at the corner
of 115th and Lexington.

Ten thirteen!
Ten thirteen!



Be advised plainclothes
detectives on scene.

Police!

Fin.

Fin!

My partner's been hit.
I need a BUS now.

Fin. Fin.

My God.

You okay? You stay down.

Fin, you all right?
Stay with me.

Stay with me, Fin.

Stay with me, baby.
Stay with me.

Law & Order SVU
6x10 Haunted

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2004/12/07

G.S.W. left upper thorax.
Copious blood loss.

- Gave him two liters en route.
- Vitals?

B.P. 70 over palp, pulse is thready.
G.C.S. five, responds to pain.

What does that mean?

He's in shock from the blood loss.

Bullet hit an artery.
We've gotta get him to the O.R.

But he's gonna make it, right?

Soon as I know anything,
I'll tell you.

- Liv.
- How is he?

They won't tell me.
He's going into surgery now.

- I didn't see the perps go in.
- That's all right.

How many times have you gone in
for a cup of coffee

I didn't have your back, huh?

It's all right.

- What went down in that store?
- I don't know.

When I walked in,
Fin was already unconscious.

The shooter and the bodega guy
were all DOA. This little kid survived.

What did the kid say?

He didn't see a thing.

Fin got between him and the gunman.

Let's make sure that's what happened.

Head over to the scene,
work with CSU and the shooting team.

- Captain, I'd rather stay here.
- All right, fine, I'll go.

You notify Fin's next of kin.

Only family he's ever
mentioned is a son.

Head back to the squad. His contact
information is on his ten card.

And get changed.

543 West 122nd Street
Monday, November 29

Can I help you?

Are you Kwasi Tutuola?

I'm Ken Randall.
I use my mom's name.

- No one calls me Kwasi except...
- Your dad?

You work with Fin.

I'm Detective Olivia Benson.

What happened?

There was a shooting,

and your father was injured.

He's in surgery right now,

and I'd be happy to
take you to the hospital.

Did he ask for me?

He's unconscious.

It's been a long time
since I've seen him.

We're not exactly close.

You're the only one listed
as his next of kin. And...

... I think he'd want you there.

Captain Cragen, is it true Detective
Tutuola shot an unarmed kid?

No comment.

Come on, you've got two dead boys
and only one gun was found.

- Did he kill an innocent bystander?
- No comment.

Think they're gonna make
this a bad shoot.

Press is saying one
of the kids was unarmed.

- Tell me they're wrong.
- Don't know yet.

We recovered this MAC-10.

Punk number one over there
emptied the clip.

You know, Fin's lucky
he wasn't a better shot.

Where's the other shooter's gun?

Can't find one.

How's Fin?

There's no word.

What do you got?

Too soon to say. We're just
starting the reconstruction.

Well, tell us what you got so far.

Guy at the register was shot twice.

Once in the right hand
and once in the head.

- By who?
- Our friend here with the MAC 10.

We figure he started it off.

He sprayed the area from left to right.

See where the rest of the rounds hit.

Okay, what happened next?

The shooter takes one to the chest.

Based on the blood spatter pattern,

the bullet was fired from over there.

It's Fin's blood.

All right, so...

... Fin takes out the first guy.

- What about the other?
- Single shot to the heart.

M.E. says it would've
killed him instantly.

Could it have been
a stray round or a ricochet?

I'm waiting for Ballistics,
but based on the angle of entry,

I'm pretty sure Fin shot him.

There's no way Fin would
shoot an unarmed kid.

He had to have been packing.

That's why I did a gunshot
residue test on his hands.

And?

The kid didn't fire a gun.

There's a possibility he wasn't
involved in the robbery.

Media's gonna go crazy.

Look, if Fin took out that second kid,
it's because he had to.

And what makes you think the press
is gonna take our word for it?

- Hey, I got something.
- The gun?

Maybe better.

Hidden security camera
on the back wall.

Get the tape over to
TARU for enhancement.

You stay here.
Find that gun.

I'm going back to the hospital.

We'll have more information for you
when it becomes available.

Thank you.

Captain.

Captain Cragen.

How's Detective Tutuola?

- He's still in surgery, Chief.
- Those damn reporters.

They're more interested in the gun
than a cop fighting for his life.

Vultures wanna crucify him.

- Sir.
- Captain!

You gotta see this.

Let's go.

Here's where the perps
enter the store.

And the punk whips out the MAC 10.

I'm gonna slow it down.

First shooter took out the counterman.

Then Fin shoots the little
son of a bitch.

- Then he clips Fin.
- Watch the second guy.

Fin waited until he drew down.

I enhanced the tape.

Watch his hand as he falls.

The gun flies over the freezer case.

I'm gonna call Elliot and tell him
where to find the gun.

Grab the tape and follow me.

I'm gonna share this with the press.
Keep me updated.

Yes, sir.

Stabler, please.

Tell me it's good news, Doc.

Detective Tutuola's out of surgery.

Bullet nicked an artery
but missed the lung.

Is he gonna be all right?

He should make a full recovery.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey, Cap, the boy in the store...

Not a scratch on him.

Man, I really screwed up.

They shot that man in the bodega
before I can even pull my gun.

Store had a security camera.
You did everything by the book.

- I shot two kids.
- Who were gonna kill you.

And you saved an innocent child.

Hey.

How you doing?

I'm okay.

Listen, half the department's outside.

You up for some company?

Yeah, I guess.

Why don't you come on in?

Hey, Ken.

You gonna be all right?

I'm fine.

I'm glad.

Hey, can't you stay for a little while?

Why?

You're not dying.

I don't blame you for wanting to leave.

I did a lotta that
when you were growing up.

- No big deal.
- Yes, it is.

I can blame it on this job or
being undercover.

But the bottom line is
I put my work ahead of my family.

Don't worry. I turned out okay.

Take care, Dad.

Special Victims Unit
Squadroom
Tuesday, November 30

Hey, way to go, man.

You drilled those guys.

Hey, can I have your autograph,
Mr. Hero Cop?

Hey, really,
it's good to have you back, man.

Come in.

Department surgeon said
you could take the week.

I'm not staying. I just need to
get some things outta my desk.

And I wanted to show my face.

- How you feeling?
- Fine.

Hey Captain, those boys
at the bodega, how old were they?

16.

Look, if you need to talk,
you can always come...

- I wanna talk to somebody about him.
- Please calm down.

I know this guy. I've seen him before.

You can't go in there.

I know he's no hero.
He's a dirty cop.

Ma'am, I'm gonna have to
ask you to leave.

I am not going anywhere
'till I speak to someone in charge.

I'm Captain Cragen.
Can I help you?

The detective in the paper.

I wanna make a complaint about him.

Remember me?

No.

I remember you.

I can never forget your face.

I just didn't know
your name until today.

You put a gun to my head.

- There must be some mistake.
- Oh, no there's not.

I'm Sandra Knowles.

Are you Tricia's mother?

I wanted my daughter back home
where she belonged,

not living with that drug dealer.

I was working undercover.

Look, you put that pistol here and said,

"Leave, bitch, before I kill you."

I had no choice.

Oh, yes you did.

You chose not to help my baby.

Some hero.

I thought you were going home.

Just trying to handle
some unfinished business.

Wouldn't be that woman
downstairs, would it?

Yeah.

Sandra Knowles.

She takes me back.

When I was working Narcotics,

it was all about getting
the dope off the street.

We'd bust any strung-out skell if
it meant getting to the guys at the top.

There were no victims,
just dealers and users.

Well, what happened with
Sandra's daughter?

I was undercover.

The target was a coke dealer
named Vance Dennis.

I worked my way up
to bodyguarding him.

His girlfriend is
a young kid from Yonkers.

Tricia Knowles.
Was she a runaway?

Yeah, she was 18,
and she didn't wanna go home.

Had herself a nasty coke habit too.

So one day Tricia's mother shows up
and wants to see her daughter.

Vance orders me to make
Moms go away.

Well, you couldn't blow your cover.

I never felt right about it.

Not a trace of Tricia Knowles
in the system.

But your pal Vance Dennis
was easy to find.

- He's in Attica doing a hard 20.
- When'd he go down?

Last year Narcotics raided his place
and found 20 keys of uncut coke.

Were they acting on a tip?

Yeah, an unnamed woman
inside Vance's house.

That had to be Tricia.

If she dimed Vance,
she's hiding out.

You planning on finding her?

I'm gonna go see Joey Bosco.

He was my handler when
we worked on Vance.

If he flipped Tricia,
he knows where she is.

So you can talk her into
going back to Mom?

It's been five years.

That's a long time not to see your kid.

Maybe you should wait
'till you're 100%.

I think her mother's waited
long enough.

Do what you gotta do.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're still on leave.

190 West 134th Street
Tuesday, Novemver 30

Bosco.

Fin.

I heard about the shooting.

I wanted to stop by,
but I hate hospitals.

Me too.

Someone shot me,
I'd be out on three-quarters,

sipping Mai Tais on the beach.

Yeah, but I got some
unfinished business.
Remember Tricia Knowles?

Vance Dennis' junkie girlfriend.

You flip her?

After we pulled you out,
the case went dead...

... until Tricia got picked up
muling coke in the JFK.

What happened?

We didn't arrest her.

Next shipment came in,
she tipped us off,

and Vance went down.

He know she turned him in?

Probably guessed.

You give her any kind
of relocation or protection?

Patricia didn't want it.
Said she was going back home.

Well, she didn't.

I guess she changed her mind.

The girl risked her life for you,
and you left her out there all alone.

Damn, Fin.

Working in SVU's made you soft.

You think everyone's a victim?

Tricia Knowles was a cokehead.

She ratted out her boyfriend.

She made her choices.
She's gotta live with 'em.

You have any idea where she is?

Not a clue.

Vance is up in Attica.
Why don't you ask him?

What's up, Vance?

I liked you better
when you were Terry Brown.

We had some fun back in the day.

But you didn't come
here to reminisce.

Where's Tricia Knowles?

I don't know.

- When's the last time you seen her?
- Beats me.

One day she's shacked up
at my house,

spending my dough, doing my coke.

The next I'm in here,
and she's in the wind.

- Makes you wonder.
- Sure does.

Why you looking for her?

'Cause I feel like it.

That little coke whore put me in here.

How would I know where
she is or how she is?

What's this?

Think you're a big man now?

Think your friends in the Brotherhood
can protect you while you're in here?

Anybody can get got.

You want her so bad?

You're a detective.

Go dig her up.

Manhattan North
Narcotics Squad
Tuesday, November 30

Sorry, Fin.

Last time I checked this was
Narcotics not Missing Persons.

Tricia Knowles put Vance away.
We owe her.

I wanna help,
but I don't have the resources
to put a team on a missing witness

because her mother laid
a guilt trip on you.

Look I know Vance.

He didn't have to come right
out and say it.

I got the message.
He killed Tricia.

Bring me proof. I can make
something happen.

How many cases did I bring in for you?

The Maldonado posse,
Pitkin Avenue Boys.

You looked really good taking all
the credit at those press conferences.

What do you want?
Just one body for a couple of days.

Check out Vance's old crew,
see what I can find out.

- Sandoval.
- Who's that?

New kid, white shield.

No rookie.
How 'bout Melendez?

- Retired.
- Jamal.

Transferred. You want a body?
I'm giving you Sandoval.

L.T.

Fin Tutuola, Miguel Sandoval.

Mike. It's a pleasure.

You guys get to know each other.

What happened to Vance's crew
after he got locked up?

The Murphy twins are peddling X
to the club kids downtown.

Fat Tony's selling
a little H for the Moro Brothers.

If Vance reached out to anyone
to put that hit on Tricia,

it'd be those psycho Murphy boys.

I know where they hang.
Let's pick 'em up. / Nah, nah, nah.

They're too loyal.
They'll never talk.

Now Fat Tony, he can't stop talking.

We can wire up his place.

I got this brand-new transmitter
I've been wanting to test out.

Listen Gadget Boy,

I don't have time to spend
a whole month

listening to Fat Tony bitch
about his life,
hoping he says something about Tricia.

- How do you wanna do this?
- Old school,

get him on a buy and bust,
drag his ass in and sweat him.

- Let's go.
- Hold up.

They know my face.
We gotta send somebody else in.

Who's the best undercover
in your squad?

I'm your guy.

No offense.

But my grandmother wouldn't
sell an aspirin to you.

Hey, man, get off the court, man.

Hey, yo, Tony.

I know you?

Ah, man, why you gotta
play me like that?

Of course, you know me.

I'm Jose's cousin.

You know, Jose,
the guy with the funny hat.

- Yeah, that's one ugly ass hat.
- Yeah, yeah.

But I still don't know you.

Come on, man.

You can see I'm hurting, man.

I need to get straight.
Come on, help me out, man.

How much you want?

Give me three.

That's 30.

It's all there. Trust me.

Yeah. Right.

Oh, yeah.

All right, all right, all right.
Good look now.

What's up, Tony?

Long time no see.

Go on, finish your hot dog.

Whoa, whoa,
where you think you're going?
In there to sweat him.

No, you're not.
I'm doing this solo.

I proved myself on the street.
Now you're shutting me out.

Fat Tony and I have history.
I need information.

I don't have time to school you.

Fat Tony.

Man, you have definitely
come down in the world.

You used to have kids out
there swinging for you.

Now you gotta do your own dirty work.

We got you cold, man.

Dope,

marked buy money...

You got nothing
but a cop with a grudge,

planting drugs on a solid citizen
enjoying a sunny day at the park.

I won't do more than
this one night in jail.

May not even have to do that.

How?

Talk.

About what?

Tricia Knowles.

Vance Dennis' little slut?

Oh, you like 'em young and
strung-out.

You think I'm playing?

Police brutality.

Oh, my lawyer,
she's gonna love this.

I smell a million dollar lawsuit.

Before you start spending your money,
you might wanna take a look at this.

Fiberoptics.

See the camera's so small.
You never notice 'em.

Sound qualities so clear,
you can hear a cockroach piss.

Juries love 'em.

What's this got to do with me?

We got you wired.

Your crib, your ride,
last three weeks, 24/7.

See all those dime bags add up.

Talking major time.

Could be 10, maybe 15 years.

Like my friend says,

we got you dead and stinkin'.

That deal still on the table?

For the next ten seconds.
Start talking.

Vance knew Tricia gave him up
to you guys.

So he sent the Murphy twins
to pay her a little visit.

They kill her?

The way I hear,

they took her into that abandoned
building on St. Nick's Terrace

and gave her a hot shot.

Some crackhead found the body.

And you all thought it was
just another junkie O.D.

Why didn't anyone tell me?

There was no way to identify
your daughter's body.

We didn't know it was Tricia 'till today.

Well, then, how can you be sure?

Maybe this informant lied to you.

We retained the personal effects
found with the body.

Do you recognize this?

It's Tricia's.

I gave it to her when she made
her first Holy Communion.

She never took it off.

When can I bury my daughter?

She's in a city grave on Hart's Island.

We'll exhume the body right away.

Just have the funeral home contact me.

I'm very sorry, Mrs...

It's too late.

Doc, is there any way to prove that
Tricia didn't inject the drugs herself?

I read the autopsy report.
No bruises, no evidence of force.

But I'll check when the body comes in.

There's no way
the D.A.'s gonna charge
the murder with Fat Tony
as our only witness.

Come on, man.
I'll take you back to the squad.

Fin, there's something else.

Tricia's autopsy report noted
a recent scar, partially healed...

from a C-section.

She had a baby.

"And they bought the potter's field
to bury strangers in."

Matthew 27, verse seven.

You didn't have to come out.

Yes, I did.

It's peaceful here.

Nothing but graves.

Hart Island once had a plague
house during the yellow fever.

Then became a boy's reformatory.
Then a jail for Confederate soldiers.

The city even used it
during World War II

to hold the crew of
a captured German U-boat.

There's still a whole bunch of
Nike missile silos out here.

Even the old bleachers
from Ebbets Field.

Mostly dead people
nobody remembers.

Close to a million.

Set it down easy.

All right, guys.

We got 6-9-1-9-1-3-2.

- Here's your body.
- Thanks.

- What's going on?
- What's up, Captain?

Just checking out something
on the computer.

Looking for Tricia's baby?

- How'd you know?
- Warner called.

There's nothing I can do
to fix what happened to Tricia.

But if I can find her little boy...

Turn it over to Missing Persons.

I can't do that, Captain.

And I can't have you out there
cowboying it up.

What am I supposed to tell
Tricia's mom?

I'm sorry I got your daughter killed?

By the way, you have a grandson,
but I don't know where he is.

You're too close to this.

I turned my back on Tricia once.
I'm not gonna do it again.

If you need help, you call.

Casey.

Hey, I didn't know you're back.
How you feeling?

I'm getting there.

- I need a favor.
- You name it.

I'm looking for a baby.

Birth certificate says
he was born at Mercy Hospital.

Mother's name is Tricia Knowles.

- Might be a lead in the charts.
- Missing child?

I just talked to Captain Cragen.
He didn't mention it.

It's not an SVU case.
I'm helping out Narcotics.

Mike Sandoval, ADA Casey Novak.

Nice to meet you.

Same here.

I gotta arraign this case.

But then, I'll fax a subpoena over
to the hospital for the medical records.

Turns into something,
you'll let me know?

You got it.

You're helping me?

Why didn't you tell her the truth?

I'm working off the books.

She'd ask too many questions.

You're playing fast and loose because
you've got a guilty conscience.

So what's that supposed to mean?

Tricia Knowles died
because you screwed up.

Look, Rookie, you don't often
get a chance to make things right.

And when you do, you gotta grab it.

Now you give me the word,

and I'll call your C.O.
and tell him I don't need you.

Come on.
Let's take a ride to Mercy.

Mercy General Hospital
Pre-Natal Clinic
Thursday, December 2

When Tricia came in for her first
prenatal exam, she was a mess.

High as a kite and already
in her second trimester.

Let me guess. Baby was born
with positive tox screen.

Got sent to foster care.

No, I read her the riot act.

Tricia got clean.

Baby was born perfectly healthy.

See.

That's Tricia and Austin.

When was the last time you saw her?

About six months ago.

Appointment cards came back

"Moved, no forwarding address".

- And I'd hope she'd gone home.
- To her mother?

I kept telling Tricia to,

but she was so sure
she could make it on her own.

Did she have a job?

Waitress.

In a diner down in Chelsea.

I can't believe she's dead,
such a good girl.

- When did she quit?
- She didn't.

She left early one day last spring
and never came back.

She sent her roommate to pick up the baby.

Austin was here?

Every day.

My mother watched the kid.
She lives upstairs.

Fell in love with that boy.

Tricia's roommate, did she say
anything when she picked up the kid?

Yeah, that Tricia had a family emergency

and she asked her to bring
the baby up to her mother's.

This roommate.
She have a name?

Lizzie Jones.

Tricia asked me to hire her,
but it didn't work out.

Why not?

She was nasty to the customers.
Shorted the busboys on tips.

I think maybe she was high.

You let an addict take the baby?

She was Tricia's best friend.

Why did something happen
to little Austin?

That's what we're trying to find out, sir.

You know where we can
find Lizzie Jones?

I don't know.
Up in Yonkers maybe.

Well, she grew up there with Tricia.

Knowles Residence
Yonkers, New York
Thursday, December 2

Of course I know her.

Lizzie used to live across the street.

She and Tricia both went
to Cardinal Newman.

They look pretty close.

I tried to separate them.

But Tricia thought Lizzie was cool.

When Lizzie started smoking,
so did Trish.

Then it was cutting school,
getting tattoos.

When Lizzie started doing drugs,
I put my foot down.

I told Tricia she couldn't see
Lizzie anymore.

And they ran away.

Do you have any idea
where Lizzie might be?

I ran into her mother
at the supermarket last month.

She said Lizzie was in rehab.

New dawn, new day,
something like that.

Lizzie's involved in
my daughter's murder, isn't she?

We don't know.

Then why are you looking for her?

Uh, Mrs. Knowles,

before Tricia died she had a baby.

A child?

Yeah, he'd be about one years old
right now. His name is Austin.

Where is he?

We think Lizzie may have him.

Please.

Please you've got to find him.

I will.

I promise.

Why the hell did you tell that woman
you'd find her grandchild?

I got a good feeling about this.

No, what you've got is
post-shooting trauma.

We studied it in
my police psych course at John J.

After a fatal, guys sometimes feel
guilty... / You ever kill somebody?

No. / When you do,
I'll let you tell me how I feel.

Let's go find this rehab spot.

It's in the Five-Oh, up in the Bronx.

But you know the folks
who run it will just cite confidentiality.

They're not gonna tell us
jack about Lizzie.

You got a better idea?

Ask someone without scruples.

One of my informants is
in that program.

Couple of bucks, he'll give us
Lizzie's life story.

She hangs in a park across
from the clinic.

Sure, I know Lizzie.

She used to work the program.
But she backslid.

- Still came here to cop.
- From who?

Crazy Jim.

Nut job with the guitar.

Thinks he's the white Jimi Hendrix.

Lizzie come here to score lately?

No, she don't need me no more.

Got herself this new boyfriend.

Dealer by the name of T.D.

He said he's gonna be
around here next couple of days.

Got some good new product coming in.

Lizzie usually come here with him?

No. But she'll stop by
when she's working.

- Working?
- The girl's a booster.

That Lizzie could steal anything
as long as it ain't nailed down.

You see these sneakers?

200 retail.

I give her my size. The next day
they're on my feet for 35 bucks.

You ever see her with a baby?

Never seen her without.

You know, it's sorta like a gimmick.

She uses that stroller like it's
her own private shopping cart.

So where she living at?

With T.D.

I went over there to pick up a new TV
she got me for my mom's birthday.

Address?

Money talks.

Little house over
in Kingsbridge Terrace.

T.D. Beeman.

A couple of possession collars,
one for sale.

Did a nickel upstate.

How do you wanna do this?

Well, no violence on the priors,
I say we just do it straight up.

- Knock on the door, ask for Lizzie.
- You got it.

No movement inside.

So what? We're just gonna sit
on the house

and wait for someone to come home?

Let's take a look in back,

might find something, give us
probable cause for a warrant.

This place is a dump.

You surprised?

I'm surprised he's got a pole cam.

Back door doesn't look locked.

I'm gonna take a quick peek.
See if we see anything inside.

Tripwire!

You should have EMS
check out your shoulder.

Make sure you didn't bust
your stitches open.

They'll just try to send me home.

The Fire Department's taking awhile.

If Lizzie and the baby were inside...

Don't even go there.

- I tripped the wire.
- You didn't rig the house to blow.

I just wanna know why
some low-level drug dealer's

got his house boobytrapped.

With Claymore anti-personnel mines.

A serious military ordinance.

Bomb squad says other entry
points were also wired.

You lucky you spotted it.

A few feet closer,
the shrapnel woulda got you.

- I didn't see any shrap...
- Embedded in the wood.

Guy's willing to blow up
his own house.

He's got something serious to hide.

Hey, guys, we're secure now.

- Come on in.
- Did you find anyone?

No bodies.

Claymores were set on top of
these gas cans.

Made sure the place would burn.

I know why. Check this out.

Cold pills.

Yup.

And matchbooks.

Thousands of 'em.

You need both to cook crystal meth.

Well, that explains the pole cams
and the boobytraps.

Meth makes you paranoid.

Beyond paranoid.

I once collared a heavy tweaker
who shot his dog

because he was afraid he's
gonna rat him out to the cops.

So this is a meth lab?

I doubt it.

Chemicals you need to make
meth were stored here,

explosion would have taken
out half a block.

In a clandestine lab,
you don't even turn on the light.

One spark: the whole place blows.

That's why the house didn't go up.

They're storing the supplies here,
and the lab is someplace else.

T.D.'s the chemist?

Could be, download a recipe off
the internet.

It's as easy as making pancakes

Junkies used to use meth
when I was working Narcotics,

but they didn't cook it.

T.D.'s using the red
phosphorous method.

The striker plates off the matchbook
covers start the process.

Cold pills contain pseudoephedrine.

That's the main ingredient in meth.

Plus starter fluid, antifreeze,
drain cleaner.

Extract the chemicals they contain.

Purify it, boil it, strain it
through a coffee filter,

- you got crystal meth.
- And this stuff's all easy to get.

You don't need a fancy setup to make it.

This is a replica of a portable lab
we found in the trunk of a Buick.

So if T.D.'s cooking on wheels,
how we gonna find him?

Geographical profiling.

I studied it at John J.

The FDA limits the sale of pseudoephedrine
to one box per customer.

So meth cooks have to shoplift
from lots of stores.

So that's why he needed
a girlfriend who's a booster.

Now we search the 61s
for stolen cold pills,

crunch the data,
we got a target area for the lab.

You think they'll hit
the same place again?

Perps tend to steal
in their comfort zone.

Lizzie needs pseudoephedrine.
She's gonna go where she can get it.

I heard about the explosion.

What the hell is going on?

A rookie got ahead of himself.

Listen, the other night,
what you said about helping out.

What do you need?

The girl who took Tricia's baby
is stealing supplies for a meth lab.

They were getting ready to cook.

The explosion wiped out
their stash of ingredients.

And you figure she's stocking up.

This is a list of larcenies reported
by mini-marts and drug stores
all over the Bronx.

The problem is, the list doesn't
show what got stolen.

What are we looking for?

Over-the-counter cold pills.

We'll man the phones.
Call the results into you.

No, we haven't made an arrest
for your stolen condoms.

We're a little busy.

But we'll get right on it.

And the only thing missing
was the cold pills?

Right, 26 boxes.
Thank you so much.

Got two more.

Both stores ripped off by a female
booster with a baby carriage.

One at Corlear.

The other at 238.

And Olivia found a store
at Broadway and 234.

That makes 13 hits in Kingsbridge.

Lizzie's gotta be working
this neighborhood.

Last time I talked to Fin
they were close by.

Yeah, Fin,

we found two more stores,
but you're definitely closing in.

Roly's Mini-Market
Bronx, New York
Friday, December 3

You recognize this girl?

You know how many people
come in here, man?

Come here.

I know you got Slurpees to sell,
but I got a missing boy.

You need to look again.

All right, there was a chick
in here a little while ago.

Could be her,
but she don't look like that now.

- She's a total crack 'ho.
- Fin,

shelf's bare. Fifth store so far
without a box of cold pills left.

- What? My boss is gonna kill me.
- She have her baby with her?

- I don't remember.
- Think!

She asked if there were
any auto supply stores around here.

Shopping for starter fluid.
They need the ether in it for the cook.

You tell her where to go?

Yeah, all the way down to
Putnam Avenue.

She was bitching about the long walk.

There's the auto supply up ahead.

There's Lizzie.

Lizzie.

- Who the hell are you?
- Where's the baby?

- What baby?
- Austin Knowles. Tricia's baby.

I don't know. Ask Tricia.

She's dead.
You sold her out to Vance.

What'd he give you? A couple grams
of crack for your best friend's life?

- I didn't do it.
- You set her up and you stole the kid.

Leave me alone.

Get off me!

You reek, I can smell the stink
of death all over you.

You wanna kill yourself?
You go right ahead.

But you are not gonna take
that little boy down with you.

Now tell me where he is.

- With T.D.
- Where?

His sister Paula's place.
He uses her kitchen for the cook.

Lizzie Jones, you're under arrest
for petty larceny.

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you...

ESU and HazMat are on their way.
ETA 15 minutes.

"Miss Paula's Day Care."
There's gotta be kids in there.

Better get 'em out
before T.D. starts cooking.

Could be cooking already, man.
Let's go. / Whoa, we can't.

We need Tyvek suits, airpacks,
full level B protection.

Cook produces phosphine gas.
We breathe it, we could die.

Those kids could be breathing
that right now.

Someone's coming out.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

You smell that? T.D.'s cooking.

No telling how long the kids have been
exposed to those chemicals.

They're gonna need medical treatment.

Those kids are all
a lot older than Austin.

- I bet you he's still inside.
- Let's go.

We can't.

We have to wait for HazMat to
make it safe. / Screw HazMat.

Don't make any noise, okay?

Everybody come with me.

Let's see some bubbles

I need that ether.
Where the hell is that bitch?

Austin, I'm gonna kick Lizzie's ass
if she's not back here in five minutes.

Police, don't move!

Put the pot down,
and step away from the stove.

- You ain't gonna shoot me.
- You wanna bet?

If you do...

this whole place will go up
like a roman candle.

I don't care about the drugs or you.
I just want Austin.

What's the kid got to do with you?

- I know his mother.
- Tricia's dead.

I know.

Back off!

This stuff will melt your face off.

Just give me the baby,
and I'll leave. / No.

That's not how it's gonna go.

Me and this kid
we're walking outta here.

I can't let that happen.

Yeah, how you gonna stop me?

You stay there.

What took you so long?

Screw you!

Screw alla you!

You have no idea
who you're messing with!

Let go of me!

Doc said we're clear to go.

You did good.

Thanks.

Please, please.

Please, my grandson's in there.
You have got to let me in.

Captain! Captain Cragen.

- Captain!
- It's okay. It's okay, I got this.

Miss Knowles, this area is off limits.
You can't come in here.

But Detective Tutuola called.
He found Austin.

They're being decontaminated
right now.

You cannot see them
'till they're cleared.

Please.

- Come on. Come with me.
- Thank you.

Fin!

Look, there's Grandma.

Look, look.

Thank you.