Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 7, Episode 1 - Demons - full transcript

Det. Stabler goes undercover to determine if a recent parolee is reverting to his rapist urges.

(male announcer)
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.

Open the gate!

So they let you out.

21 years, 5 months,
and 3 days.

But who's counting?

Thanks for coming, Dorsey.

Wipe that smirk
off your face, you bastard.

All these years,
you still hate me.

Hanging onto anger
is really unhealthy.

Your act may have fooled
the parole board,

but not me.

You need to let go.

Not a chance.

When you do it again,
I'll be waiting.

Follow me around
all you want,

but you're gonna get bored.

I've been rehabilitated.

You'll always
be a rapist, Schenkel!

I guess this is it, then.

See you, Dorsey.

Bet on it!

You mind if I sit here?

Tell me what happened.

I spent the weekend
with my aunt in Pittsburgh.

I took the bus back
and was walking to the subway.

And he grabbed me.

And he raped me.

Take deep breath, honey,
it's okay.

We should get her
to Mercy.

All right, I'll ride with her,
get her statement

at the hospital.

I'll meet you
back at the house.


William Dorsey, retired,
out of the Six-Seven Squad.

Elliot Stabler,
Special Victims.

You see something?

I heard the call
on my scanner.

Got here as soon as I could.
I can help.

Tell you what,
we appreciate that,

but we got everything
under control.

Thank you.


Give me the time of day,
I'll give you the perp.

Summer of '84.

Ray Schenkel and his cousin,
big galoot named Carl,

raped eight young girls.

Took me 10 months,
but I collared him.

You kept the clipping
all this time, huh?

I knew he'd do it again.
Knew it in my bones.

Didn't wanna forget.

You understand.

And now he's out.

Released from Elmira
this morning.

Took the bus back.

Eight rapes.

Why'd he only get
20 years?

We only nailed Grey on one.

Claimed his cousin Carl
did the others alone.

And Carl pointed
the finger at Ray.

Ray gave the orders,
picked the victims,

Carl followed them.

I came out
of Port Authority,

and he was walking down
42nd Street.

He came up behind me,
pushed me into the alley.

Did you see his face?


He grabbed my T-shirt
and pulled it over my head.

I couldn't--I couldn't
move my arms.

I couldn't breathe.

Carl was the muscle.

He'd blitz the girl
from behind,

then yank a pillowcase
over her head.

He'd throw the girl
in their old van,

and then Ray'd let him
have a little taste.

Then Carl would drive around

while Ray kept raping
the girl in back.

Longest they ever held a girl
was 16 hours.

One minute he was
on top of me,

pulling my pants down,
and then he was gone.

Did he say anything?

He'd make them kneel,
say their prayers,

cock his gun,
pull the trigger.

The gun was empty.

Then he'd rape them again.


Ray's your perp.

He may not have left
his DNA,

but he raped
that girl today,

and he'll do it again.

'Til you put him
back in jail.

Or he's in his grave.

The old guy's
locked on Ray.

I don't know.

There's a lot of differences
between then and now.

And Ray worked
with a partner,

he only struck at night,

and he used his rape-mobile.

The attacks are the same.

It's a T-shirt
instead of a pillowcase.

And Ray was at Port Authority
when Kelly Browning

was attacked.

We gotta talk to him.

I'm sending Elliot
down to One P.P.

to pull the old case files.

You and Olivia
pick up Ray.

Corrections released him
to a halfway house

on Rivington.

[knocking on door]

Ray Schenkel!

Welcome wagon?

Paddy wagon.

Whatever it was,
I didn't do it.

I just came back to town
this morning.

We heard.

So where you been
since you got off the bus?

Took a walk
through Times Square.

Looking for a peep show
or a hooker?

I wanted to see the Deuce.

It's amazing how much
they've cleaned it up.

So where'd you go next, huh?

I went straight on out
6th avenue.

Checked out Bryant Park.

Then I took
a little detour here

and said hello
to the Flatiron Building.

You talk to anybody?

And say what?

I just got out of prison,
nice to meet you?

You know,
go into a store,

buy yourself a cup of coffee,
anything like that?

I went to Gray's Papaya
on 8th Street.

Got a hot dog
for 75 cents.

Still the best deal in town.

Also one of the
busiest joints in town.

No chance
they'll remember you.

I didn't know
I'd need an alibi.

A girl gets raped,
and I'm on the radar?

Who said anything
about rape?

Well, I'm a convicted
sex offender.

Round up
the usual suspects, right?

I'm not making any excuses
for what I did.

But I've had a lot of time
to confront my demons

and become a better man.

Or a lot of time for your
sick fantasies to fester.

You the same guy you were
20 years ago?

This ain't about me.

No, it's about
Detective Dorsey.

He got to you.

He doesn't believe
I've changed,

and neither do you.

What kind of fool
would rape a woman

the day he gets out
of prison?

You, Ray.

'Cause there's no cure
for sex offenders.

Yes, there is.

You spend 21 years
locked up in a cage.

Being told when you can eat,
when you can sleep,

when you can take a piss.

Freedom's a precious thing.

I'll never risk
losing it again.

Ray Schenkel's good
at acting innocent.

Well, we can't be sure
he's not.

These cats don't change.

Once a rapist,
always a rapist.

Statistics say
that one out of two

will rape again.

Ray could be a changed man.

Before we lynch this guy,

I want some hard evidence.

Got it.

Ruined my clothes
digging the files

out of archives.

Take a look at this.

Long dark brown hair.
Shy smile.

Tell me they don't remind you
of Kelly Browning.

We can't get tunnel vision.

We have to look
at every possible suspect.

Take Munch and recanvass
Port Authority.

Let me tail Ray
for a couple days.

Detective Dorsey's
got you all worked up

about Ray Schenkel.

You ever consider
that maybe he's wrong?

But if he's right,
Parole needs to put Ray

under tighter supervision.

Craig Lennon
at sex offender parole.

Very tough guy.
Lemme just talk to him.


But turn over the case.

Watching Ray Schenkel
is parole's job, not ours.

And change your clothes.

I'm here to see
Parole Officer Lennon.

Sit down and wait
'til you're called.

This yours?

Go ahead.

You see that?


Who's your P.O.?


Who's your P.O.?



He's mine too.

This is my first report.

Any advice
on how to handle him?

You just play it straight,
you don't jerk him around,

you'll be fine, you know?

Where were you?





Look, I know I'm late
for my appointment.

I'm apologize, okay?

I'm sorry.

Yeah, you're damn right,

Get your sorry ass in here.

Good luck.

Where'd you get that?

What am I,
a mind reader?

What's with the
"I don't know you" routine?

This Schenkel.

We got our eye on him.


He thinks
I'm a fellow parolee.

Are you sure
he didn't make you?

He didn't see me
at the squad, so...

What do you got planned
for him?

Intensive supervision.

Early curfew,
random searches.

No contact with kids.

No car.
That's it?

He has to get a job,
go to treatment.

What kind of treatment?

Eight pervs in a room,
pouring out their guts

to a therapist.

Meets upstairs.

I was convicted
of six counts of rape.

Be specific, Pete.

I forced sexual intercourse
on a woman.

We met in a bar,
I was drunk.

No excuses.

Drunk or sober--
I know.

It's my responsibility.

All right.

I sexually abused
three women.

They were my patients.
I was their dentist.

And now our new members.

Ray Schenkel.

I abducted and raped
a teenage girl.

And you?

Elliot McEvoy.

Call me Mack.

Rape Two.

My stepdaughter.

What the hell
are you doing?

I saw an opening.
I acted.

Without clearing it.

Craig Lennon at Parole
knows what I'm doing.

He put me in the group.

You don't work for him.

I'll be sitting around
with a bunch of sex offenders

talking about their urges.
A therapy group.

You're violating the privacy
of every man in there.

There's no confidentiality!

The therapist reports
everything back to Parole.

They know that.

That's not
what I'm talking about.

I'll get him
to talk to me.

Ray had a partner before.
He needs one now.

I'm it.

I promise I'll stop him
before he hits again.

You're gonna
stop him how?

Today you used
the police entrance at Parole.

Undercover, you're gonna go
through the metal detector

like a perp--
No gun, no shield.

Son of a bitch!

Hey, Mack.

Joining me here
at the Ritz?

Yeah, well, I was crashing
at my sister's place

until the next-door neighbor
found out

I wasn't in the joint
for bank robbery.

Your own sister
threw you out?

Punk next door says,

"I'm gonna burn down
your house

unless he gets out."

So what are you gonna do?

The Bible says
to love thy neighbor, huh?

Folks in Cincinnati
still do.

Community got together
and paid a guy like us

20 grand to move.

How about a snort?

I can't.

Staying sober's
one of my parole conditions.

Oh, that's cool.

Plus, you know,
we're not supposed

to socialize
outside of group.

Oh, really?

Then how come Parole put us
in the same place together?

It's cheaper
to watch us, I guess.

Cheaper, yeah.

Have a good night.

All right.

Ray Schenkel
isn't showing much interest

in getting close to Elliot.

Maybe he's not your perp.

Or he doesn't want
a new partner.

Cousin Carl
gave him up last time.

It's safer
to work solo.

I don't think so.

Rapists team up because
they feed off each other.

Ray needs an audience
to perform.

Then why is he
doing it alone?

If Ray is the rapist,
I'd say his first rape

was an act
of sexual release.

After 20 years in prison,
that's a powerful urge.

He gets off the bus,

jumps the first girl he sees.

Sooner or later,
Ray's gonna return

to his old pattern.

It's too fused
with his sexuality to change.

So when's Ray
gonna pick a new partner?

When he finds one
who meets his needs.

Elliot being available
is not enough.

He needs to make himself
attractive to Ray.

Ray is gonna look for

a submissive partner.

One who's a risk taker.

Impulsive, but not
a threat to his authority.

We've gotta give Elliot
the opportunity

to show Ray
that he's the right guy.

Come on, Lennon,
I'm following your rules.

I'm doing everything
you asked.

Why are you letting
this detective harass me?

You have a complaint?
Put it in writing.

Hey, could you
take it easy with that?

See, that's crap!
You're a punk.

Let it go, Mack.
It's just a radio.

Radios don't have
civil rights.

Right, right, and parolees
don't have rights either?

You lookin' for a problem?

You're the one
with a problem, punk.

Get back to your room,


Back up.

Do what he says, Mack.
He's not worth it.


Okay, back to jail.
Come on!

Come on!

This is police brutality!

Shut your hole!

Get off me!

I got witnesses right here!

Nobody's seen squat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm not a-scared of you.

Take me in.

Shut up!

Huang wants
to talk to you.

I wanna be pulled out,
I'll ask to be pulled out.

If I wanna see you,
I'll ask to see you.

I need to brief you.

I'll ask for a briefing
if I think I need one.

Elliot, are you okay?

What do you wanna tell me?

The treatment group
meets tonight.

Okay, I know
how rapists act.

Thank you.

In interrogation,
but not with each other.

They are predators.

They know
how to read people.

You're never
gonna fool them.

Or the therapist.

That therapist?

Let me tell you
about the therapist.

Those guys got him
wrapped around their finger.

He's an idiot.

Well, I checked
with the idiot,

and he's administering
a diagnostic test

before the session tonight.

Do you know
how to beat it?

What kind of test?

A sexual interest

The peter meter.

Similar, but without

the penile cuff.

He's gonna show you
some pictures of women,

men, small children,

but not explicit.

That's it?

Okay, so I'll pick
the teenage girls.

This test is a joke.

You don't think those guys
aren't gonna lie?

The test ignores
the numerical response.

It times how long you took
to look at each image.

Okay, what else
are they gonna ask me?

I never saw Tanya
as a sex object.

She was always
my girlfriend's daughter.

And then there was
this one day.

Rene just keeps
going on about...

how Tanya has to start
wearing a bra, you know, and...

I look over
and all of a sudden...

you know...
I started reacting.

You got an erection.

Yeah, but it's not
like I wanted to.

You know,
it just happened.

Like I was a kid
or something.

But you acted
on your arousal.

Not until she was 13.

You know, and...

She started going online.

And, um...

I'd send her emails.

And she'd flirt
with me.

All these questions
about boys and sex.

It just seemed like
she wanted me to do it.

That's a cop-out.

She's a kid.
You had sex with her.

It's wrong.

Don't you think
I know that?

I went to prison
for what I did.

You went to prison

because you got caught.

And since your arrest,

have you been thinking
about your stepdaughter?

I just remember kissing her
and touching her.

Just can't make
those memories go away.

I'm afraid...

that I-I'd do it again.

How's that make you feel?

I hate myself.

What do you do
with all that hate?

I get mad
and I want to hurt someone.

If you can't learn
to control your temper,

you'll lose everything.

It's been
a long session.

Next time we'll learn
some techniques

to help control our urges.

Talk about urges,

I'd kill for a burger
and fries.

You hungry?

You really gotta
smarten up.

Remember the rule, we're not
supposed to hang out.

Cool, cool.

Guess you don't
want a ride, either.

What, you got a car?

A loaner from the body shop
that I'm working at.

What can I tell ya?

I had to pick up stuff
from my sister's house.

What the hell?

How'd you get a job
with a sheet like yours?

My sister made
her husband hire me.

He didn't want to,
but, you know,

I can rebuild a transmission
better than him.

Lennon won't let me
own a car.

Ballbuster won't let me
use a computer.

Least I can drive.

I tell you, a couple more
paychecks, though,

I'm getting me some wheels.

Oh yeah?
You got your eyes on something?

Some crappy four-doors.

Panel van.


How much?

800, 900.

I could lend it to you.

I got an uncle who died,
left me some money.

And you're just gonna
trust me

to pay you back, huh?

It's not like
you're gonna rip me off.

I know where you live.

Get the van.

We could have
a good time with it.

You're not a fag, are you?


I thought we could use it
to pick up some girls.

You in?

Oh, yeah.

What's with the van?

Ray gave me
the money to buy it.

That's enough
to violate Ray's parole,

send him back to prison.

For 18 months?

What? You gonna give him
the van?

I'm not gonna
give him the keys.

I'm him
an opportunity.

You'd have to let Ray
go far enough

to charge him
with attempted rape.

We'd be responsible
for traumatizing the girl.

We could use
a female undercover

as a decoy.

Ray likes 'em young.

We just need to find a cop
who can pass for a teenager.

All right.

But I want safeguards.

You put all
the bells and whistles

on that van.

Looks good!

Looks like crap.

No one's gonna give it
a second glance.

Cold plates.

If Ray gets someone
to run 'em,

it comes back to a body shop
in Hunt's Point.

License and registration
under your new alias.

Check this out.

Bird dog?

GPS transponder.

Feeds the van's location
to the squad computers

or a handheld.

Three fiber optic cameras.

There, there, and there.

Plus mics.

Real time?

But they all dump
to digital tape.

And that's not all.

I got Ryan to hook up
a little insurance policy.

Turn the AC on,
audio preset five,

left turn signal.

Check the trap.

Throw down.

Can't drive around

Ray's gonna dig this.

[horn honking]

Go for a ride?

Let's break her in.

Where to?

Go west, young man.

They're on the move.

Heading east on Houston.

(Cragen on radio)
Copy that.

I'll get ahead of 'em
and drop the decoy.

We could go out
to the Rockaways,

maybe Jones Beach.

Stay in closer,
maybe hit Coney Island.

Check out the Boardwalk.

Check her out.

That's hot.

Fox is in the henhouse.

He's spotted her.

Maintain visual contact.

Copy that.

Speed up.

How come?
Just do it.

Pull over at
this corner over here.

They're stopping
at Houston and Orchard.

Keep going.
I got the eyeball.

What are we gonna do?
Sit here all day?

Shut up.

He's going for it.

Let's go!



Come on,
I don't wanna be late.

Let's go.

I'm pulling Elliot out.

Captain, trust his instincts.

I did.
He was wrong.

Ray still could have
raped the girl

at the bus station.

And he could rape again.

We dangled some beautiful bait
in front of his nose,

and he walked away.

He could have made
Lucy as a cop.

And maybe
he's not a rapist anymore.

If he has changed,
baiting him is like

putting a bottle of scotch
in front of a guy

with two weeks sobriety.

Elliot isn't encouraging him
to do it.

Captain, recovery is the same
for alcoholics

or for sex offenders.

Some people have
the willpower to change,

others don't.

And that makes
what we're doing okay?

If Ray's rehabilitated,
I will be the first one

to apologize.

But if he's still a rapist...

we have to stop him.

You gotta leave Elliot in.

I went to see
my old girlfriend.

We were hanging out.

She was smiling,
touching me on the arm.

And I went to kiss her,
and she shoved me away.

Told me she didn't have
those kind of feelings

for me anymore.

How'd that make you feel?

I wanted to hit her.

What'd you do?

I left.

Controlled your impulses.

Good work, Pete.

Anyone want to comment?


No, I don't feel
like talking.

What Pete says
make me feel hopeful.

I know that coming here
won't stop me

from having the desires,

but it'll help me
control 'em.

Well, whenever you have
inappropriate fantasies,

imagine it's being
broadcast from your mind

and everyone around
can hear you.

McEvoy, I want to see you
in my office.

Oh, I gotta go.

Or you'll be in violation
of your parole.

Mack, you can't
just show up.

You have to participate
in group.

Yeah, I gotta talk more.
I got it.

I don't think you do.
Have a seat.

I really gotta
get out of here.

Sit down.

What's going on?

Got a lot on my mind.

I can see
you're under pressure.

And I'm handling it.

You have someone
you can lean on?



You can't fight
your battle alone.

That's why
you're in group.

So you can talk
about your problems

so you don't act them out.

Well, you know,
that's not how I was raised.

Now, my P.O. sends me here,
so I'm here, okay?

I'm here.

When you're not in charge,

you get angrier
than most people.


rage and lust are
hungry beasts inside of us.

The more we feed them,
the stronger they get.

Stop fighting things
you can't change.

Hey, Mack!

What the hell
are you still doing here?

That friggin' shrink
kept me in there forever.

Yeah, I wanted to make sure
you were okay.

Guy's got a hard-on for you.

Yeah, I can handle him.

You know it's almost curfew?

I mean, I got an excuse,

but they're gonna put your ass
in a sling if you're late.

Not the way I drive.

Give me the keys.


All right.

A little hopped up there,
my friend.

I've planned
some relaxation.

What's with the piece?

I got it from a guy
in a bar down the street.

I had a drink
while I was waiting for you.

Oh, yeah?
Fell off the wagon.

It's time for you and I
to have some fun.

Take a look in back.

[muffled crying]

[engine starts]

Captain, something's up.

Elliot just drove past
the halfway house

and didn't stop.

What's his position?

Eastbound on Delancy Street.

What's going on?

Not sure.

The van's heading
for the river.

And over the
Williamsburg Bridge.


Ho, ho, van's stopped.

We're way out
in the boondocks.

They're not taking
a joy ride.

What is this place?

Remember I told you about
my uncle who died?

This is his factory.

Used to make machine parts.

Give me a hand over here.

I'll be right there.

This is my play.

You do as you're told,


What'd you do, pick the lock
to get in here?

Boy, are you a genius.

Put her down here.

What now?

You go first.

Well, you know,
you found her.

I wanna watch.

Take the next left.

They're about
a mile and a half up ahead.

So what's the problem?
Don't you like her?

No, she's good.

Well, then,
what's the hold-up?


I can't do this
in front of another guy.

That's all.

Performance anxiety.

It happens to the best of us.

I'll give you some privacy,
since it's your first time.


Listen to me. Listen.

I'm a cop. I'm a cop.

I know you're scared,
but you gotta listen to me.

You've gotta stay calm.

You gotta stay calm
and listen to me.

I'm gonna rip the tape
off of your mouth,

and when I do
you've gotta scream

like I'm hurting you.
Do you understand?

Come on.
Come here.

Come here.
Look at me.

Now, the gate over there.

When I tell you to run,
I need you to run

as fast you can.
Do you understand me?

All right.

Okay, you ready?


That's my boy!



Come on.

Come back here!

[gun firing]



You made a big mistake.

I'm a cop!

I'm a cop.
It's over, Ray.

You think it's over
just 'cause the girl's gone?

It's not over.

You and me,
we're just getting started.

Walk towards the van.

I got backup
all over this place, Ray.

Oh, yeah?
I wonder how they found us.

One gun against 50 cops,
those are bad odds.

I'll take my chances.

You cops are so predictable.

Even if your friends
are outside...

It's just you and me
in here.

We lost the signal.

Could be hiding anywhere.

We're gonna need a chopper
with infra-red.

SVU portable
to ESU truck 5 on the air.

(ESU Sgt.)
Go ahead, SVU.

We need aviation on the scene.

[girl crying]

Fin, listen.

Help me!

Somebody please help me!

Where are they?

I don't know.

Wake up, sleepyhead.

Well, let's get this
over with.

I've always been
a great judge of character.

So I've been
sitting here wondering

how I could have been
so wrong about you.

Maybe I wasn't.

Some of that stuff you said
was a pile of crap,

but the rest of it,
that was no act.

I see who you are.

You and me...

we're brothers
under the skin.

People think sex offenders
are different.

We're like aliens.

Drooling fiends
lurking in the bushes.

But we're just like
everybody else.

Why are pictures
of young girls

all over billboards?

Half-naked, mouths open,
legs spread,

peddling ass
to sell clothes.

If it didn't turn us on,
they wouldn't do it.

You're only doing
what other men dream of.

But your dreams
are much darker, aren't they?

You try to hide
the evil inside,

but I know it's there.

I can smell it.

You lured me in,
you set me up.

You became my friend
and now you're taking me down.

I bet you're pretty proud
of yourself, aren't you?

But your hands are dirty.

You're the one
that gave me the van.

You egged me on.

You wanted me
to rape again.

Don't make this my fault.

You grabbed that girl

You can tell yourself that

if it makes you feel better.

But you and I both know
that that's a lie.

You wanted me to do it.

You're as guilty as I am.

[helicopters overhead]

We've got company.

This way.

Stay in the car.
Lock the doors.

I knew you had a gun
stashed in there!

I looked all over
that van.

You've been wanting this

to happen all along,
haven't you?

You planned
this whole thing!

You don't wanna
arrest me.

You want me dead!

What are you waitin' on?


Coming out!

I'm okay.

He needs a doctor, though.

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