Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 7, Episode 19 - Fault - full transcript
A serial paedophile murders members of a family and kidnaps the two younger children.
(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.
(Tommy)
Patty?
Patty?
So, I'm gonna go.
Yep.
I'm sorry, Patty,
we just--
We bring out the worst
in each other.
Thanks, Dr. Phil.
I love you.
But sometimes love's
just not enough.
Oh, my God.
Go.
[dryer buzzes]
[crying]
[clanging]
Tommy?
[sighs]
[louder clangs]
Hello?
Tommy?
Hello?
[loud flapping]
[screams]
Damn it, Baretta.
You jerk.
[sighs]
They let you out again.
Mrs. Clifford?
Baretta escaped again.
Oh, God.
It's disgusting in here.
Mrs. Clifford?
I'm putting him back in.
There you go.
[parrot squawks]
Okay, so I'm going to take off.
Just make sure
that that door is closed.
Otherwise--
[screams]
[parrot squawks]
No signs of forced entry.
Two bodies in the kitchen.
Looks like he got them
before breakfast.
Simon Clifford, 47.
Dead about five hours.
Deep cut across the throat.
Probably attacked from behind.
Check out the shallow wound
beneath his chin.
(Stabler)
Hesitation mark.
(Warner)
It's from the blade.
Most likely a gut hook
hunting knife.
Typically used
for butchering.
Lovely.
Lila Clifford
was on the run.
Cut's not nearly as clean.
Perp probably caught
the husband by surprise.
Wife saw it happen,
tried to get away.
The third victim
wasn't cut at all.
Amy Clifford, 16.
Signs of sexual assault,
but no semen or spermicide.
Either he couldn't get it up,
or got scared off.
He choked her.
(Stabler)
Each one of them
up close and personal.
He's some killer.
I'll show you
the kids' room.
Ryan, aged nine.
Rebecca, aged seven.
Never showed up
for school today.
No blood, no bodies.
Nobody knows
where they are.
Sure we do.
(Benson)
We got these from the school.
They're the most recent pictures
of Ryan and Rebecca.
We'll release them
to the media.
All bridges and tunnels
around Manhattan.
Amber alert's
already gone out.
[shouting]
What else we got?
Family's lived here seven years.
Turning out pretty sketchy.
Mom and Dad both popped
for drug possession.
Oldest son in Sing Sing
for armed robbery.
We'll get a list
of known associates.
Sounds like it's
going to be a long one.
Well, we're tracking down
the relatives.
There's none local.
So phones and cells
are being dumped.
O'Halloran's trying
to get your attention.
[whistling]
(O'Halloran)
Check this out.
See the depression in the soil?
Made by the same pair
of heavy-soled boots or shoes.
Looks like hundreds of prints
in a tight circle.
Someone's been standing here
for a while.
Yeah, and look what I got
a perfect view of.
(Benson)
Ryan and Rebecca's bedroom.
At night, lights on inside,
it's a free show.
(Fin)
Captain!
This is Mr. Schwartz.
He's the super of the building.
He knows Lila's first husband
and the kids' real dad.
So Simon Clifford
was their stepfather.
Right.
Married Lila last fall.
But they shacked up almost
right after Glen moved out.
(Fin)
Glen Portney.
Split two years ago.
Big custody fight.
To this day,
they're still fighting.
This is my weekend,
no no no,
this is my weekend.
Glen ever get violent
with her?
They both did.
Yelling out on the street
at 3:00 in the morning.
Did you see them around
this morning?
No, but he was around
night before last.
They fight then?
He threatened to kill her.
But he does that
on a regular basis.
I didn't do this.
(Stabler)
Prove it, Glen.
How could I?
Amy?
I would never do anything
to hurt her.
But you'd kill your ex.
That was just talk.
(Benson)
That's big talk, Glen.
You said you were going
to kick her head in
and dump her
in the East River.
I was angry.
She wanted to move the kids
to Florida.
So you slit her throat
instead of kicking her head in.
No!
I was never gonna do anything.
They make you crazy.
They know which buttons
to push.
Death threats
are a little extreme.
She was letting a drug addict
raise my kids!
Please.
Do you have any idea
where Ryan and Rebecca are?
Why don't you tell us?
Search my house.
Do whatever you want.
Oh, God.
I've got to tell
my son Calvin.
That's being taken care of.
(Munch)
We're very sorry
for your losses, Calvin.
But now we need your help.
Who would do this?
We were hoping you'd
have some idea.
You making friends inside?
Why?
'Cause friends
come with enemies.
You think somebody
in here did this?
It only takes a phone call.
You in the Aryan Nation?
No.
(Fin)
I already seen the 8-8
on your wrist, brother Calvin.
Eighth letter of the alphabet.
H, H.
Heil Hitler.
Look, I like my ass
the way that it is.
So I gotta
fall in with somebody.
You know, the Aryans
are killing more of their own
than anybody else
these days.
Nice knowing you, Adolf.
I don't know what else
to do, okay?
You don't know
how it is in here.
Nobody's going to protect me.
I mostly keep to myself.
I know I didn't piss anyone off
enough to kill my family.
I got no reason
to lie about that.
Okay, how about acquaintances
of your mother and stepdad?
He's not my stepdad.
But he's scum, so he probably
hangs out with scum.
When's the last time you talked
to your brother and sister?
A week ago.
To Rebecca.
I think something was wrong.
Why?
She answered the phone in
the middle of the school day.
I asked her
why she wasn't in school.
She said they sent her home.
Mom was...
real weird about it.
Something bad happened,
but she wouldn't say what.
(Mrs. Oliver)
Rebecca didn't do
anything wrong.
She was sent home
because she was upset
about the man
in the schoolyard.
What man?
Rebecca and her friends
were outside playing
when some man
tried to talk to them.
I only found out about it
when one of the kids
came and told me.
By the time I got there,
Rebecca was at the fence.
And he was....
he was masturbating.
Okay.
So what'd you do?
I pulled her away.
And he ran off.
Security couldn't find him.
Several of the girls,
including Rebecca,
were so upset
that the nurse sent them home.
The police said that
I probably scared him off.
And he wouldn't try it again.
But I drew this just in case.
I'm the art teacher.
(Benson)
We should hire this woman.
That's the best sketch
I've ever seen.
Precinct that
caught the school case
posted them all over
the neighborhood.
They had no other leads.
All right, get this
out to the media right away.
They're basically waiting
for him to try his same tricks.
Well, I wish
he would have.
Nobody would expect
public indecency
to escalate
into a triple homicide,
let alone a double kidnapping.
I mean, if this is our guy,
he's lost it.
Or he had nothing to lose.
Somebody emptied out
Lila Clifford's bank account.
How?
ATM in Midtown.
The account only had
about 60 bucks in it.
So he'd be looking for more.
How long ago?
Bank said two hours.
Get that sketch out
to the neighborhood.
See if anybody saw him.
Check the ATM security camera,
have the video enhanced.
...asking for your help.
Anyone who has seen
Ryan or Rebecca
is urged to call the Manhattan
Special Victims Unit.
(Morales)
Just got the footage
right now.
Haven't even looked at it.
It's the security camera tape
from the ATM
at the corner of 47th and 2nd.
This is the time code
for when the card was used.
Hold on.
Go back, go back.
There, at the bottom
of the screen.
Right there.
Pause it.
It looks like a child.
Blonde hair.
He made the boy Ryan
use the ATM.
Smart--he's too short
for the camera.
Mom must have told him
the PIN number.
Wish I could have
shown you more.
[cell phone rings]
Well, you've shown us that
one of the kids is still alive.
That helps.
Benson.
That was quick.
Made an I.D.
on the sketch.
(man)
I remembered him right away
'cause he bought this
about a month ago.
(Fin)
Spotting scope.
Top of the line--
two grand.
Only sold three ever.
Digital camera,
auto focus,
telephoto lens.
What else did he buy?
A couple of
kids' sleeping bags.
Rope.
And this hunting knife, here.
High-carbon stainless
with a gut hook.
No background check required
on that, I suppose.
Hey, cash or plastic.
And he opted for the latter.
And we check I.D.
Thanks.
Victor Paul Gitano.
(Cragen)
Arrested six weeks ago
in Pennsylvania
for molesting
a nine-year-old girl.
Subsequently skipped bail.
Registered as a sex offender
for rape of a child
with serious bodily injury.
The sex offender status was
a result of a 1987 conviction,
when he served 18 years
for raping a 12-year-old boy.
[loud bang]
Police!
(Cragen)
He held the boy prisoner
for eight hours,
during which time
he also tortured him.
Burned his body
with cigarettes,
cut him with a hunting knife,
and sodomized him.
Bedroom's clear!
Clear.
Clear.
(Stabler)
Got something.
Little girl was here.
We missed them.
"Mr. Gitano
has self-reported
"that as a teenager,
"he sexually assaulted more than
a dozen boys and girls.
All strangers."
What are you reading?
Gitano's end-of-sentence
psychiatric evaluation.
He maxed out his prison time.
Pennsylvania was attempting
to civilly commit him.
"Sexuality and inflicting pain
were fused for him
at an early age."
He was a pedophile
even back then.
Well, actually, I don't
believe that Gitano
is a pedophile
in the classic sense.
He's a sadist.
And I suspect that
he chooses children
because they're just
easier to control.
(Fin)
Tools of the trade.
"Mr. Gitano was sexually excited
by violence.
"Pornography does not
interest him
unless it depicts pain."
This would be
Victor's version of Juggs.
Methods of Torture
in the Middle Ages?
In a manner of speaking.
Look at these.
Surgery texts,
autopsy books.
All depicting bodies
being cut apart.
Who wrote up
that evaluation?
Dr. Paula Greenfield,
with the Pennsylvania
Department of Corrections.
Gitano was in her treatment
program for sexual offenders
for nearly three years
before she kicked him out.
Why?
"Mr. Gitano has demonstrated
no effort to stop his behavior.
"He has refused
to participate in therapy
"and expressed desire
to continue his behavior
upon release."
So she just gave up?
Well, there was nothing
she could have done
that would have
made any difference.
Oh, yeah?
Here's something for you.
Commit the bastard.
He didn't fit the criteria.
She said he expressed desire
to continue the behavior.
That sounds
like re-offending to me.
Yes, but you see,
psychotherapy encourages you
to express your desires.
You have to admit
your fantasies
without the fear
of being punished
as a part of the treatment.
Well, that's
a bunch of B.S.
"Although there
are grave concerns
"Mr. Gitano is still
a risk to the community,
"there is insufficient evidence
"to indicate
he meets the criteria
for civil commitment."
She's practically begging
the Corrections Department
to dig up more evidence.
Here's something.
The clothes he wore
to kill the Cliffords.
Maybe Paula Greenfield
can help us figure out
his next move.
(Greenfield)
Gitano planned this for months,
maybe years.
The identity of the victims
didn't matter.
It was the planning
that excited him.
Coffee?
No, thanks.
Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?
Any place
that he feels safe?
Not a clue.
I'm not even entirely sure
what his life was like
before incarceration.
He was a consummate liar.
He was molested by his mother,
or his mother was an angel.
He moved around because
his father was in the military,
or he never knew his father.
After a while, you realize
he's just playing you.
Men like Gitano were the reason
I left the prisons.
These kinds of sex offenders
have the worst kind
of pathology.
Because they make you believe
that you can help them.
You can't help a sociopath.
This whole debate
about whether or not
sex offenders can be cured?
Can I cure you
of needing oxygen?
And yet you thought that
you could help Victor Gitano.
He's cunning.
Not...not book smart
or intelligent.
But he sees weakness in you.
And he exploits it.
And what was your weakness?
My revulsion.
I listened to every intricate,
intimate detail
of how he mutilated,
or tormented,
or terrorized,
or humiliated a child.
He would sit for an hour,
weaving his tales
as if he were speaking about
a pleasant childhood memory.
I couldn't wait
to get out of the room.
He knew that.
He used that.
And in the end,
I think that my...
great accomplishment
was teaching him how to imitate
normal human behavior.
Essentially, I made him
even more dangerous.
Well, I used to treat sex
offenders early in my career.
But after a while,
it just wasn't enough
to get a guy
to admit his fantasies
about his
two-month-old daughter.
So why do you think
I try to catch them now?
Is there anything
that you can tell me
that might help us
catch Gitano?
I've got his journals.
And several taped sessions.
And I have spoken
with some of his victims.
I'm not sure any of it
will help you catch him.
But at least you'll know
what you're dealing with.
(Gitano)
The incredible part
was the blood.
I--I'd never seen
so much of it.
Maybe he had a--
a disease or something,
because it was...
I mean, it was just,
it was all over us.
(Jake)
I didn't really know him.
I'd seen him
around the neighborhood.
One day he stopped me
as I was walking
home from school.
He had something
to show me, he said.
Took me to these woods
behind our street.
That's when
he took out the knife.
[Greenfield on video tape]
Why do you think
the blood stuck in your mind?
Well, I suppose, uh...
I suppose it was because
he was,
he was such a--
Such a little boy.
Small, you know?
Small bones,
hardly any muscle.
Had, uh, this
fair, pale skin.
Like a baby.
And it was just kind of funny.
That so much blood could
come out of a little person.
Isn't it?
(Jake)
I kept begging him to stop.
I never knew people
would do things like that
to your body.
Never knew people
could be so evil.
I don't leave here.
You know?
I haven't gone outside
for years.
I have a job over the phone.
I help people
with their computers.
Order anything I want
on the Internet.
Got TV.
It's not a bad life.
It's not a bad life at all.
[Greenfield on video tape]
What do you think
happened to that boy?
Him?
I don't know.
He lived, though,
I know that.
I think he testified against me
a couple of times.
I don't--
I don't really think about it.
How many more
of these tapes you got?
15.
Well, watch them
in your own office.
I'm done.
I don't know how useful
they'll be for our purposes.
There's no new understanding
I can glean from watching him
lie over and over.
Well, here's what
I don't understand.
Why did he decide
to murder three people
to kidnap his victims?
It's completely new behavior.
His arrest six weeks ago
was probably the trigger.
He had a fantasy
that he wanted to fulfill
before he got put away for life.
Unfortunately,
he got the chance
when the judge from Pennsylvania
granted him bail.
You think those kids
are still alive?
I don't know.
But if they are,
they won't be for much longer.
Gitano was just spotted
at the George Washington Bridge
bus terminal.
(agent)
He was here
about 45 minutes ago.
He said he was expecting
a $500 money transfer.
I didn't recognize him
until I saw the kids.
(Benson)
He had the little boy
and girl with him?
They were just standing there.
Like zombies.
Where'd they go?
Well, there actually wasn't
a money transfer in his name.
But I told him that there was.
I said I just had
to process it.
Figured that would stall him
until you guys got here.
I just felt so bad
for those kids.
I told him
it would be ready by 4:00.
That's any minute.
We need ears.
You can use this room.
This guy'll get spooked
if he sees a cop.
Pull back
all uniformed officers
and replace them
with plainclothes.
Range should work
through most of the terminal.
Have all responding units
come in silent.
I don't think we can wait.
(terminal announcer)
Attention please.
There will be no parking...
All vehicles must be parked in
authorized parking areas only.
Any vehicle left unattended
will be ticketed and towed.
You know,
I've been thinking.
This guy's probably
going to be really mad.
Well, not at you.
Don't worry about it.
Yeah, but he killed people,
right?
I should probably
call my manager.
Just relax.
Do what you normally do, okay?
This is what
I normally do.
Do it without
looking terrified.
(agent whispers)
Heads up.
Right there.
That's him.
He's coming.
He's coming at you.
No kids.
Ryan and Rebecca have
to be around here somewhere.
Fin, look for those kids.
He's looking
right at us.
All right, I think
I'm spooking him. Look away.
Look away.
Don't leave me!
What do I do?
He's running!
Did you see him?
No.
Split up.
Yeah.
Fin.
Gitano made us.
No sign of the kids.
I'll grab him up top.
Out of the way!
[cries and murmurs]
Move, move, move.
Police, out of my way.
Out of the way, move.
Ryan.
Ryan!
Hey, buddy.
Come here.
[girl screams]
Freeze!
(woman)
Oh! Oh, my God!
Move!
Olivia!
Oh, my God.
No!
No.
It's okay.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Where's Gitano?
Go, Elliot.
Go, I'm fine.
Go. Go!
(Stabler)
Fin?
Don't.
What is it?
Killed him, Elliot.
He cut his throat.
The girl?
What about the girl?
Gitano still had her
in his arms.
Then he just
disappeared.
(EMT)
Your lucky day, Detective.
Couple more centimeters,
you'd be buying a pine box.
You won't even need a stitch.
I don't suppose you want
a day or two off.
Yeah.
I didn't think so.
We got reports of sightings
on the bridge,
uptown A train,
downtown nine.
Nothing solid.
That kid was
right in front of me,
five yards away.
Why didn't he run?
He was traumatized, Elliot.
This man murdered
his mother and sister,
possibly right
in front of him.
All I had to do
was grab him.
A few steps
and just grab him.
Now, look, let's not
go down this road right now.
Elliot, it was chaos.
There was nothing
that you--
Please, don't try
to help me out right now.
Why did Gitano bring them
to this location
and risk getting IDed?
Maybe he's local.
He could be holed up
in the neighborhood.
(female officer)
Captain!
Just got word of a carjacking
two blocks away.
He had a little girl
with him.
Go.
I was driving up the street.
He just jumped
in front of my car.
He had this little girl
in his arms.
He--there was blood
all over him.
Was the girl hurt?
I don't know.
I mean, she was crying.
He pulls out this big knife.
He tells me
to get out of the car.
I just did what
he told me to do.
I mean,
I was so scared.
Get all the information
on the car.
Officer Ramirez here
will take you home.
Thank you.
Hey, let's get
back to the house.
Wait.
Look, this is the one street
that we know
that he's not on.
Elliot!
Elliot, what the hell
are you doing?
Car has a flat tire.
So what?
Why here?
Why'd he come to this street?
Because he knows
that the bus station
is crawling
with law enforcement.
Yeah, or he was coming back
to get his car.
But he couldn't drive it,
so he took another.
How do you know
that this is his car?
Check out the tags.
There are none.
He stole this.
And now we know who's supposed
to send him the money.
Eddie Loomis, 500 bucks.
Area code 856.
That's South Jersey.
I didn't send the money.
He thought you did.
I said I would.
Don't lie to me.
I'm not.
I just wanted
to get him off the phone.
It was 4:00 in the morning.
Hey Eddie, right now,
you're an accessory
to murder.
No, I have no idea
what he did.
Don't lie to me.
Where did Gitano get--
How do you know him again?
We were buddies
in the Air Force.
I haven't seen him in 20 years.
Where is he right now?
I have no idea!
Where was Gitano calling--
If I find out
you know anything--
Anything.
I'm going to hunt you down.
You're free to go.
Hey.
Hey.
He doesn't know anything.
You got something
you want to say to me?
'Cause if you do,
let's hear it.
Why didn't you shoot Gitano?
He was using the child
as a shield.
How could you let him
get so close to you?
There were
innocent civilians around.
I couldn't get a shot.
Well, he got close,
and Ryan's dead.
So this is my fault?
I can't do this anymore.
I can't be
looking over my shoulder,
making sure you're okay.
You son of a bitch.
You know that's not--
I need to know
you can do your job
and not wait for me
to come to the rescue.
(Cragen)
All right, that's enough.
Knock it off.
Now, in case
you've forgotten,
there's still a little girl
out there with a psycho.
If we're lucky,
and he hasn't already
slit her throat.
If I have to say this
again to you,
you're both suspended.
Now get your asses
down to the morgue.
Warner's got
something to show you.
How's the search?
Sucks.
Too bad.
When you find this monster,
give him a special
kick in the nuts for me.
Will you?
So what have we got?
These are the clothes
the little boy was wearing.
This jacket
is actually an adult size.
So it's either Ryan's
stepfather, or Gitano's.
I'm hoping it's Gitano's.
I want to show you something.
Hit the lights.
When I was taking
autopsy photos,
I noticed something strange.
Watch this.
Flashing.
(Stabler)
What is that?
It's something
phosphorescent.
It reacts to the light.
The lab hopefully--
Why haven't you
already sent it?
I sent it when I saw it,
Detective.
I'm waiting for the results.
So why are we here,
for a light show?
Come on.
Next time, use the phone.
Sometimes all that brooding
intensity is just annoying.
This cell phone
was found with the boy as well.
It's locked.
You'll need a security code.
All the family phones
have been accounted for.
This one must belong
to Gitano.
You are going to love me.
The phone belongs to Gitano.
Better.
It belongs to his employer.
K & V Trucking.
They think his name
is Victor Franklin.
How is that better?
Because,
like many companies,
K & V doesn't entirely
trust their employees.
That's why they opted
for a little
technological reassurance.
Back-end tracking.
Which is?
All cell phones
have GPS locators.
But they only transmit
when 911 is dialed.
The cellular company
offers this service
for an additional fee.
You can track your employees,
or your 15-year-old daughter.
All the time?
As long as
the phone is on.
And it doesn't just
give you the cell site.
Latitude, longitude,
altitude, and speed.
Victor Paul Gitano's whereabouts
for the past month.
You're right.
I do love you.
[knock on door]
Come in.
I heard about yesterday
at the bus terminal.
It's terrible.
I'm really sorry.
You know,
in situations like this--
Please don't tell me there's
nothing I could have done.
Thanks.
I was going to say
that in situations like this,
there's no good choice.
Every choice
becomes a sacrifice.
Not true.
You had to choose
between saving the little boy
or saving Olivia.
Yeah, but she
didn't need me.
You didn't know that.
I wish I didn't...
Didn't what?
Didn't care so much?
Elliot, that's what makes you
a good partner.
She made me turn away.
How?
How did she make you
do anything?
She didn't.
It was my choice.
Nobody else was responsible
for it but me.
Thanks.
Elliot...
[door slams]
[phone rings]
Detective Stabler.
Yeah.
Great, what do you got?
Repeat that second one.
All right, thanks.
Lab results
on the glowing substance
from Gitano's jacket.
What is it?
Traces of copper
and zinc cadmium sulfide.
What the hell is that?
(Munch)
I know what it is.
In the '50s and '60s,
the military secretly sprayed it
all over the country.
They were trying to determine
how nuclear fallout travels,
and zinc cadmium sulfide
is of a similar weight.
Of course, it was later
determined to be carcinogenic,
and the military claimed
they never knew that.
Gitano used to be
Air Force.
Now, how the hell would he
get it on his jacket now?
He could have been
on a military base
where they stored the stuff.
(Munch)
An abandoned installation.
Maybe it was even one of those
EPA Superfund sites.
God knows they haven't
cleaned those up.
You should call Olivia.
Where is she?
Tracking Gitano's cell phone.
She has a list of everywhere
he's been this month.
[dialing phone]
[cell phone rings]
Benson.
Oh, some rat hole restaurant
in Jersey.
They don't remember
seeing Gitano.
Okay, what's your next stop?
[Benson on phone]
I think it's, uh, Canton Road.
Yeah.
Canton Road, near Route 44.
About 15 miles from here.
I'm going to meet you there.
Do you have any military bases
on your list?
(Benson)
I don't think so.
Why?
(Stabler)
Wait for me.
(Stabler)
What is this place?
Metal plating facility.
It looks deserted.
Good a place as any
to hide a kidnap victim.
Yep.
Plus, I think it was once
your military installation.
Check this out.
"Warning,
restricted area."
As per
Secretary of Defense.
I'm calling for backup.
Tell them we can't wait.
[sniffing]
[quietly]
Cigarettes.
[crash, man grunting]
[gunshot]
Drop it!
Drop your weapon now!
Drop it!
Drop it
or I'll shoot him.
Don't be an idiot, Gitano.
Put the gun down--
Pull the trigger.
Don't even think about it.
You hear me?
He's going to die.
I'm gonna kill him.
Shoot him.
Shut up.
Everybody shut up.
Victor.
There's no way out of this.
Stop talking!
You know what's going to happen
if you don't put that gun down.
Now, enough people have died.
Olivia.
And I know that you
don't want to die.
You could have
pulled the trigger
on Detective Stabler.
And then I would have
had to kill you.
But you didn't do that.
You didn't do that,
because you're being smart.
You've only got one chance.
You gotta take it.
Where's Rebecca, Victor?
Is she alive?
I'm not gonna tell you dick
until you drop the gun, bitch!
Shoot him!
Shut up, Elliot.
Stop moving or he's dead.
And then what?
Do you really think that you're
going to walk out of here?
Because that's not
going to happen.
Now, this is your choice.
Dead or alive.
If I go, he goes.
Victor.
Tell us where Rebecca is
and we can end this right now.
Dead.
I used her up
and I bled her dry.
You want to hear
how she screamed?
How she begged
for her mommy?
Stop it.
She was a slut, that one.
A real little whore.
And I'm looking
at a dead man!
Any closer,
and you're gonna be
wearing his brains
on your coat!
(Stabler)
Olivia.
There is no reason
to keep this
piece of crap alive.
Pull the trigger
right now.
Olivia, pull it!
Shoot him!
You know,
you know that little girl--
It's possible
that she isn't dead.
She could be locked up in this
building somewhere, huh?
Or someplace else
50 miles away.
You don't really know, do you?
You're a liar.
Yeah, well,
that's the point.
Tell us where she is, Victor.
She's here.
She's not dead.
Otherwise, he would have been
long gone.
Unless you like them dead.
You sick like that too,
Gitano?
You like to play
with corpses?
Yeah, I love that.
The deader the better.
They don't fight as much.
(Stabler)
Olivia, you think about me,
Rebecca is dead.
Pull that trigger.
Shoot him.
Shoot him.
Olivia, shoot him.
(Gitano)
Yeah, do that.
But you better make sure
you take me out with one shot.
One...
perfect, perfect shot.
Of course, my reflexes
are pretty tight.
I could pull the trigger
before the bullet even hits me.
Or maybe you miss me altogether.
Either way,
there's an 80% chance
I'm gonna take
this guy's head clean off!
But you try it,
definitely.
It'll probably
turn out great.
You can kill us both, Victor.
You'll still never
walk out of here.
Right.
Right, 'cause uh...
'Cause you got
some buddies coming, huh?
When's that going down?
Any minute.
Great.
Great.
Just tell us where you hid her.
(Gitano)
You know, you could
put the gun down.
At least then
you might find her.
Otherwise, she's gonna die.
She's gonna die,
he's gonna die,
and it'll be all your fault.
Just like the little boy.
How's your neck?
It's not the same thing, Olivia.
You know that.
Yes it is,
Olivia.
God, you two.
Couple of screw-ups.
How could you
let that little boy go?
Olivia, look at me.
Maybe you're
just incompetent.
You can do the right thing.
I didn't.
I made that choice with Ryan,
and it was wrong.
Elliot.
It was my fault.
Don't do it.
Shut up!
Don't make that mistake.
Stop talking.
I would have done
the same thing.
I said shut up!
Don't make my mistake.
[door creaks]
Drop it!
Drop the gun!
Drop it now!
Put that gun down now!
You cops don't come in here,
or everybody dies.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey!
I'll tell you where she is.
Where?
She's in a van.
Parked in a garage in Newark.
She might still be alive.
He's lying.
I know.
He's never going to tell us.
You're right.
We can all
walk out of here alive
if you just put the gun down.
It's all right.
I'm sorry.
[rustling]
[gunshot]
Suspect down.
Move in, move in!
Damn, J.B.
You took half his face off.
Nice job stalling him.
Let's get an ambulance
out here anyways.
Might as well
pretend we tried some sort of--
Quiet.
Everybody, quiet.
[faint crying]
(Benson)
Rebecca?
Rebecca Clifford?
Say something, honey.
[faint cry]
Rebecca?
[crying]
Rebecca?
(Stabler)
Rebecca, honey,
come on out.
Come on out.
You're safe now.
Come on out.
Come on out,
Rebecca.
[whispering]
It's okay.
Okay. Okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
The good news is,
they spent most of their time
on the run.
He didn't have
long enough
to inflict serious
physical injury on her.
How's she doing mentally?
She says she doesn't remember
most of it, so...
We'll see about that.
I called her father.
He's coming down.
If that sniper
hadn't beaten you to it...
I know you would have
taken the shot, Olivia.
No, I wouldn't have.
Did you really
expect me to?
Did you really expect me
to cause your death?
What about your kids?
I don't know.
I just couldn't get that boy
out of my head.
What about me?
Look, we both chose each other
over the job.
We can never
let that happen again.
Otherwise...
We can't be partners.
I can't believe
you're saying that.
You and this job are about
the only things
I've got anymore.
I don't want
to wreck that.
I couldn't take it.
Olivia.
What's up?
I want a new partner.
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.
(Tommy)
Patty?
Patty?
So, I'm gonna go.
Yep.
I'm sorry, Patty,
we just--
We bring out the worst
in each other.
Thanks, Dr. Phil.
I love you.
But sometimes love's
just not enough.
Oh, my God.
Go.
[dryer buzzes]
[crying]
[clanging]
Tommy?
[sighs]
[louder clangs]
Hello?
Tommy?
Hello?
[loud flapping]
[screams]
Damn it, Baretta.
You jerk.
[sighs]
They let you out again.
Mrs. Clifford?
Baretta escaped again.
Oh, God.
It's disgusting in here.
Mrs. Clifford?
I'm putting him back in.
There you go.
[parrot squawks]
Okay, so I'm going to take off.
Just make sure
that that door is closed.
Otherwise--
[screams]
[parrot squawks]
No signs of forced entry.
Two bodies in the kitchen.
Looks like he got them
before breakfast.
Simon Clifford, 47.
Dead about five hours.
Deep cut across the throat.
Probably attacked from behind.
Check out the shallow wound
beneath his chin.
(Stabler)
Hesitation mark.
(Warner)
It's from the blade.
Most likely a gut hook
hunting knife.
Typically used
for butchering.
Lovely.
Lila Clifford
was on the run.
Cut's not nearly as clean.
Perp probably caught
the husband by surprise.
Wife saw it happen,
tried to get away.
The third victim
wasn't cut at all.
Amy Clifford, 16.
Signs of sexual assault,
but no semen or spermicide.
Either he couldn't get it up,
or got scared off.
He choked her.
(Stabler)
Each one of them
up close and personal.
He's some killer.
I'll show you
the kids' room.
Ryan, aged nine.
Rebecca, aged seven.
Never showed up
for school today.
No blood, no bodies.
Nobody knows
where they are.
Sure we do.
(Benson)
We got these from the school.
They're the most recent pictures
of Ryan and Rebecca.
We'll release them
to the media.
All bridges and tunnels
around Manhattan.
Amber alert's
already gone out.
[shouting]
What else we got?
Family's lived here seven years.
Turning out pretty sketchy.
Mom and Dad both popped
for drug possession.
Oldest son in Sing Sing
for armed robbery.
We'll get a list
of known associates.
Sounds like it's
going to be a long one.
Well, we're tracking down
the relatives.
There's none local.
So phones and cells
are being dumped.
O'Halloran's trying
to get your attention.
[whistling]
(O'Halloran)
Check this out.
See the depression in the soil?
Made by the same pair
of heavy-soled boots or shoes.
Looks like hundreds of prints
in a tight circle.
Someone's been standing here
for a while.
Yeah, and look what I got
a perfect view of.
(Benson)
Ryan and Rebecca's bedroom.
At night, lights on inside,
it's a free show.
(Fin)
Captain!
This is Mr. Schwartz.
He's the super of the building.
He knows Lila's first husband
and the kids' real dad.
So Simon Clifford
was their stepfather.
Right.
Married Lila last fall.
But they shacked up almost
right after Glen moved out.
(Fin)
Glen Portney.
Split two years ago.
Big custody fight.
To this day,
they're still fighting.
This is my weekend,
no no no,
this is my weekend.
Glen ever get violent
with her?
They both did.
Yelling out on the street
at 3:00 in the morning.
Did you see them around
this morning?
No, but he was around
night before last.
They fight then?
He threatened to kill her.
But he does that
on a regular basis.
I didn't do this.
(Stabler)
Prove it, Glen.
How could I?
Amy?
I would never do anything
to hurt her.
But you'd kill your ex.
That was just talk.
(Benson)
That's big talk, Glen.
You said you were going
to kick her head in
and dump her
in the East River.
I was angry.
She wanted to move the kids
to Florida.
So you slit her throat
instead of kicking her head in.
No!
I was never gonna do anything.
They make you crazy.
They know which buttons
to push.
Death threats
are a little extreme.
She was letting a drug addict
raise my kids!
Please.
Do you have any idea
where Ryan and Rebecca are?
Why don't you tell us?
Search my house.
Do whatever you want.
Oh, God.
I've got to tell
my son Calvin.
That's being taken care of.
(Munch)
We're very sorry
for your losses, Calvin.
But now we need your help.
Who would do this?
We were hoping you'd
have some idea.
You making friends inside?
Why?
'Cause friends
come with enemies.
You think somebody
in here did this?
It only takes a phone call.
You in the Aryan Nation?
No.
(Fin)
I already seen the 8-8
on your wrist, brother Calvin.
Eighth letter of the alphabet.
H, H.
Heil Hitler.
Look, I like my ass
the way that it is.
So I gotta
fall in with somebody.
You know, the Aryans
are killing more of their own
than anybody else
these days.
Nice knowing you, Adolf.
I don't know what else
to do, okay?
You don't know
how it is in here.
Nobody's going to protect me.
I mostly keep to myself.
I know I didn't piss anyone off
enough to kill my family.
I got no reason
to lie about that.
Okay, how about acquaintances
of your mother and stepdad?
He's not my stepdad.
But he's scum, so he probably
hangs out with scum.
When's the last time you talked
to your brother and sister?
A week ago.
To Rebecca.
I think something was wrong.
Why?
She answered the phone in
the middle of the school day.
I asked her
why she wasn't in school.
She said they sent her home.
Mom was...
real weird about it.
Something bad happened,
but she wouldn't say what.
(Mrs. Oliver)
Rebecca didn't do
anything wrong.
She was sent home
because she was upset
about the man
in the schoolyard.
What man?
Rebecca and her friends
were outside playing
when some man
tried to talk to them.
I only found out about it
when one of the kids
came and told me.
By the time I got there,
Rebecca was at the fence.
And he was....
he was masturbating.
Okay.
So what'd you do?
I pulled her away.
And he ran off.
Security couldn't find him.
Several of the girls,
including Rebecca,
were so upset
that the nurse sent them home.
The police said that
I probably scared him off.
And he wouldn't try it again.
But I drew this just in case.
I'm the art teacher.
(Benson)
We should hire this woman.
That's the best sketch
I've ever seen.
Precinct that
caught the school case
posted them all over
the neighborhood.
They had no other leads.
All right, get this
out to the media right away.
They're basically waiting
for him to try his same tricks.
Well, I wish
he would have.
Nobody would expect
public indecency
to escalate
into a triple homicide,
let alone a double kidnapping.
I mean, if this is our guy,
he's lost it.
Or he had nothing to lose.
Somebody emptied out
Lila Clifford's bank account.
How?
ATM in Midtown.
The account only had
about 60 bucks in it.
So he'd be looking for more.
How long ago?
Bank said two hours.
Get that sketch out
to the neighborhood.
See if anybody saw him.
Check the ATM security camera,
have the video enhanced.
...asking for your help.
Anyone who has seen
Ryan or Rebecca
is urged to call the Manhattan
Special Victims Unit.
(Morales)
Just got the footage
right now.
Haven't even looked at it.
It's the security camera tape
from the ATM
at the corner of 47th and 2nd.
This is the time code
for when the card was used.
Hold on.
Go back, go back.
There, at the bottom
of the screen.
Right there.
Pause it.
It looks like a child.
Blonde hair.
He made the boy Ryan
use the ATM.
Smart--he's too short
for the camera.
Mom must have told him
the PIN number.
Wish I could have
shown you more.
[cell phone rings]
Well, you've shown us that
one of the kids is still alive.
That helps.
Benson.
That was quick.
Made an I.D.
on the sketch.
(man)
I remembered him right away
'cause he bought this
about a month ago.
(Fin)
Spotting scope.
Top of the line--
two grand.
Only sold three ever.
Digital camera,
auto focus,
telephoto lens.
What else did he buy?
A couple of
kids' sleeping bags.
Rope.
And this hunting knife, here.
High-carbon stainless
with a gut hook.
No background check required
on that, I suppose.
Hey, cash or plastic.
And he opted for the latter.
And we check I.D.
Thanks.
Victor Paul Gitano.
(Cragen)
Arrested six weeks ago
in Pennsylvania
for molesting
a nine-year-old girl.
Subsequently skipped bail.
Registered as a sex offender
for rape of a child
with serious bodily injury.
The sex offender status was
a result of a 1987 conviction,
when he served 18 years
for raping a 12-year-old boy.
[loud bang]
Police!
(Cragen)
He held the boy prisoner
for eight hours,
during which time
he also tortured him.
Burned his body
with cigarettes,
cut him with a hunting knife,
and sodomized him.
Bedroom's clear!
Clear.
Clear.
(Stabler)
Got something.
Little girl was here.
We missed them.
"Mr. Gitano
has self-reported
"that as a teenager,
"he sexually assaulted more than
a dozen boys and girls.
All strangers."
What are you reading?
Gitano's end-of-sentence
psychiatric evaluation.
He maxed out his prison time.
Pennsylvania was attempting
to civilly commit him.
"Sexuality and inflicting pain
were fused for him
at an early age."
He was a pedophile
even back then.
Well, actually, I don't
believe that Gitano
is a pedophile
in the classic sense.
He's a sadist.
And I suspect that
he chooses children
because they're just
easier to control.
(Fin)
Tools of the trade.
"Mr. Gitano was sexually excited
by violence.
"Pornography does not
interest him
unless it depicts pain."
This would be
Victor's version of Juggs.
Methods of Torture
in the Middle Ages?
In a manner of speaking.
Look at these.
Surgery texts,
autopsy books.
All depicting bodies
being cut apart.
Who wrote up
that evaluation?
Dr. Paula Greenfield,
with the Pennsylvania
Department of Corrections.
Gitano was in her treatment
program for sexual offenders
for nearly three years
before she kicked him out.
Why?
"Mr. Gitano has demonstrated
no effort to stop his behavior.
"He has refused
to participate in therapy
"and expressed desire
to continue his behavior
upon release."
So she just gave up?
Well, there was nothing
she could have done
that would have
made any difference.
Oh, yeah?
Here's something for you.
Commit the bastard.
He didn't fit the criteria.
She said he expressed desire
to continue the behavior.
That sounds
like re-offending to me.
Yes, but you see,
psychotherapy encourages you
to express your desires.
You have to admit
your fantasies
without the fear
of being punished
as a part of the treatment.
Well, that's
a bunch of B.S.
"Although there
are grave concerns
"Mr. Gitano is still
a risk to the community,
"there is insufficient evidence
"to indicate
he meets the criteria
for civil commitment."
She's practically begging
the Corrections Department
to dig up more evidence.
Here's something.
The clothes he wore
to kill the Cliffords.
Maybe Paula Greenfield
can help us figure out
his next move.
(Greenfield)
Gitano planned this for months,
maybe years.
The identity of the victims
didn't matter.
It was the planning
that excited him.
Coffee?
No, thanks.
Do you have any idea
where he might have gone?
Any place
that he feels safe?
Not a clue.
I'm not even entirely sure
what his life was like
before incarceration.
He was a consummate liar.
He was molested by his mother,
or his mother was an angel.
He moved around because
his father was in the military,
or he never knew his father.
After a while, you realize
he's just playing you.
Men like Gitano were the reason
I left the prisons.
These kinds of sex offenders
have the worst kind
of pathology.
Because they make you believe
that you can help them.
You can't help a sociopath.
This whole debate
about whether or not
sex offenders can be cured?
Can I cure you
of needing oxygen?
And yet you thought that
you could help Victor Gitano.
He's cunning.
Not...not book smart
or intelligent.
But he sees weakness in you.
And he exploits it.
And what was your weakness?
My revulsion.
I listened to every intricate,
intimate detail
of how he mutilated,
or tormented,
or terrorized,
or humiliated a child.
He would sit for an hour,
weaving his tales
as if he were speaking about
a pleasant childhood memory.
I couldn't wait
to get out of the room.
He knew that.
He used that.
And in the end,
I think that my...
great accomplishment
was teaching him how to imitate
normal human behavior.
Essentially, I made him
even more dangerous.
Well, I used to treat sex
offenders early in my career.
But after a while,
it just wasn't enough
to get a guy
to admit his fantasies
about his
two-month-old daughter.
So why do you think
I try to catch them now?
Is there anything
that you can tell me
that might help us
catch Gitano?
I've got his journals.
And several taped sessions.
And I have spoken
with some of his victims.
I'm not sure any of it
will help you catch him.
But at least you'll know
what you're dealing with.
(Gitano)
The incredible part
was the blood.
I--I'd never seen
so much of it.
Maybe he had a--
a disease or something,
because it was...
I mean, it was just,
it was all over us.
(Jake)
I didn't really know him.
I'd seen him
around the neighborhood.
One day he stopped me
as I was walking
home from school.
He had something
to show me, he said.
Took me to these woods
behind our street.
That's when
he took out the knife.
[Greenfield on video tape]
Why do you think
the blood stuck in your mind?
Well, I suppose, uh...
I suppose it was because
he was,
he was such a--
Such a little boy.
Small, you know?
Small bones,
hardly any muscle.
Had, uh, this
fair, pale skin.
Like a baby.
And it was just kind of funny.
That so much blood could
come out of a little person.
Isn't it?
(Jake)
I kept begging him to stop.
I never knew people
would do things like that
to your body.
Never knew people
could be so evil.
I don't leave here.
You know?
I haven't gone outside
for years.
I have a job over the phone.
I help people
with their computers.
Order anything I want
on the Internet.
Got TV.
It's not a bad life.
It's not a bad life at all.
[Greenfield on video tape]
What do you think
happened to that boy?
Him?
I don't know.
He lived, though,
I know that.
I think he testified against me
a couple of times.
I don't--
I don't really think about it.
How many more
of these tapes you got?
15.
Well, watch them
in your own office.
I'm done.
I don't know how useful
they'll be for our purposes.
There's no new understanding
I can glean from watching him
lie over and over.
Well, here's what
I don't understand.
Why did he decide
to murder three people
to kidnap his victims?
It's completely new behavior.
His arrest six weeks ago
was probably the trigger.
He had a fantasy
that he wanted to fulfill
before he got put away for life.
Unfortunately,
he got the chance
when the judge from Pennsylvania
granted him bail.
You think those kids
are still alive?
I don't know.
But if they are,
they won't be for much longer.
Gitano was just spotted
at the George Washington Bridge
bus terminal.
(agent)
He was here
about 45 minutes ago.
He said he was expecting
a $500 money transfer.
I didn't recognize him
until I saw the kids.
(Benson)
He had the little boy
and girl with him?
They were just standing there.
Like zombies.
Where'd they go?
Well, there actually wasn't
a money transfer in his name.
But I told him that there was.
I said I just had
to process it.
Figured that would stall him
until you guys got here.
I just felt so bad
for those kids.
I told him
it would be ready by 4:00.
That's any minute.
We need ears.
You can use this room.
This guy'll get spooked
if he sees a cop.
Pull back
all uniformed officers
and replace them
with plainclothes.
Range should work
through most of the terminal.
Have all responding units
come in silent.
I don't think we can wait.
(terminal announcer)
Attention please.
There will be no parking...
All vehicles must be parked in
authorized parking areas only.
Any vehicle left unattended
will be ticketed and towed.
You know,
I've been thinking.
This guy's probably
going to be really mad.
Well, not at you.
Don't worry about it.
Yeah, but he killed people,
right?
I should probably
call my manager.
Just relax.
Do what you normally do, okay?
This is what
I normally do.
Do it without
looking terrified.
(agent whispers)
Heads up.
Right there.
That's him.
He's coming.
He's coming at you.
No kids.
Ryan and Rebecca have
to be around here somewhere.
Fin, look for those kids.
He's looking
right at us.
All right, I think
I'm spooking him. Look away.
Look away.
Don't leave me!
What do I do?
He's running!
Did you see him?
No.
Split up.
Yeah.
Fin.
Gitano made us.
No sign of the kids.
I'll grab him up top.
Out of the way!
[cries and murmurs]
Move, move, move.
Police, out of my way.
Out of the way, move.
Ryan.
Ryan!
Hey, buddy.
Come here.
[girl screams]
Freeze!
(woman)
Oh! Oh, my God!
Move!
Olivia!
Oh, my God.
No!
No.
It's okay.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
Where's Gitano?
Go, Elliot.
Go, I'm fine.
Go. Go!
(Stabler)
Fin?
Don't.
What is it?
Killed him, Elliot.
He cut his throat.
The girl?
What about the girl?
Gitano still had her
in his arms.
Then he just
disappeared.
(EMT)
Your lucky day, Detective.
Couple more centimeters,
you'd be buying a pine box.
You won't even need a stitch.
I don't suppose you want
a day or two off.
Yeah.
I didn't think so.
We got reports of sightings
on the bridge,
uptown A train,
downtown nine.
Nothing solid.
That kid was
right in front of me,
five yards away.
Why didn't he run?
He was traumatized, Elliot.
This man murdered
his mother and sister,
possibly right
in front of him.
All I had to do
was grab him.
A few steps
and just grab him.
Now, look, let's not
go down this road right now.
Elliot, it was chaos.
There was nothing
that you--
Please, don't try
to help me out right now.
Why did Gitano bring them
to this location
and risk getting IDed?
Maybe he's local.
He could be holed up
in the neighborhood.
(female officer)
Captain!
Just got word of a carjacking
two blocks away.
He had a little girl
with him.
Go.
I was driving up the street.
He just jumped
in front of my car.
He had this little girl
in his arms.
He--there was blood
all over him.
Was the girl hurt?
I don't know.
I mean, she was crying.
He pulls out this big knife.
He tells me
to get out of the car.
I just did what
he told me to do.
I mean,
I was so scared.
Get all the information
on the car.
Officer Ramirez here
will take you home.
Thank you.
Hey, let's get
back to the house.
Wait.
Look, this is the one street
that we know
that he's not on.
Elliot!
Elliot, what the hell
are you doing?
Car has a flat tire.
So what?
Why here?
Why'd he come to this street?
Because he knows
that the bus station
is crawling
with law enforcement.
Yeah, or he was coming back
to get his car.
But he couldn't drive it,
so he took another.
How do you know
that this is his car?
Check out the tags.
There are none.
He stole this.
And now we know who's supposed
to send him the money.
Eddie Loomis, 500 bucks.
Area code 856.
That's South Jersey.
I didn't send the money.
He thought you did.
I said I would.
Don't lie to me.
I'm not.
I just wanted
to get him off the phone.
It was 4:00 in the morning.
Hey Eddie, right now,
you're an accessory
to murder.
No, I have no idea
what he did.
Don't lie to me.
Where did Gitano get--
How do you know him again?
We were buddies
in the Air Force.
I haven't seen him in 20 years.
Where is he right now?
I have no idea!
Where was Gitano calling--
If I find out
you know anything--
Anything.
I'm going to hunt you down.
You're free to go.
Hey.
Hey.
He doesn't know anything.
You got something
you want to say to me?
'Cause if you do,
let's hear it.
Why didn't you shoot Gitano?
He was using the child
as a shield.
How could you let him
get so close to you?
There were
innocent civilians around.
I couldn't get a shot.
Well, he got close,
and Ryan's dead.
So this is my fault?
I can't do this anymore.
I can't be
looking over my shoulder,
making sure you're okay.
You son of a bitch.
You know that's not--
I need to know
you can do your job
and not wait for me
to come to the rescue.
(Cragen)
All right, that's enough.
Knock it off.
Now, in case
you've forgotten,
there's still a little girl
out there with a psycho.
If we're lucky,
and he hasn't already
slit her throat.
If I have to say this
again to you,
you're both suspended.
Now get your asses
down to the morgue.
Warner's got
something to show you.
How's the search?
Sucks.
Too bad.
When you find this monster,
give him a special
kick in the nuts for me.
Will you?
So what have we got?
These are the clothes
the little boy was wearing.
This jacket
is actually an adult size.
So it's either Ryan's
stepfather, or Gitano's.
I'm hoping it's Gitano's.
I want to show you something.
Hit the lights.
When I was taking
autopsy photos,
I noticed something strange.
Watch this.
Flashing.
(Stabler)
What is that?
It's something
phosphorescent.
It reacts to the light.
The lab hopefully--
Why haven't you
already sent it?
I sent it when I saw it,
Detective.
I'm waiting for the results.
So why are we here,
for a light show?
Come on.
Next time, use the phone.
Sometimes all that brooding
intensity is just annoying.
This cell phone
was found with the boy as well.
It's locked.
You'll need a security code.
All the family phones
have been accounted for.
This one must belong
to Gitano.
You are going to love me.
The phone belongs to Gitano.
Better.
It belongs to his employer.
K & V Trucking.
They think his name
is Victor Franklin.
How is that better?
Because,
like many companies,
K & V doesn't entirely
trust their employees.
That's why they opted
for a little
technological reassurance.
Back-end tracking.
Which is?
All cell phones
have GPS locators.
But they only transmit
when 911 is dialed.
The cellular company
offers this service
for an additional fee.
You can track your employees,
or your 15-year-old daughter.
All the time?
As long as
the phone is on.
And it doesn't just
give you the cell site.
Latitude, longitude,
altitude, and speed.
Victor Paul Gitano's whereabouts
for the past month.
You're right.
I do love you.
[knock on door]
Come in.
I heard about yesterday
at the bus terminal.
It's terrible.
I'm really sorry.
You know,
in situations like this--
Please don't tell me there's
nothing I could have done.
Thanks.
I was going to say
that in situations like this,
there's no good choice.
Every choice
becomes a sacrifice.
Not true.
You had to choose
between saving the little boy
or saving Olivia.
Yeah, but she
didn't need me.
You didn't know that.
I wish I didn't...
Didn't what?
Didn't care so much?
Elliot, that's what makes you
a good partner.
She made me turn away.
How?
How did she make you
do anything?
She didn't.
It was my choice.
Nobody else was responsible
for it but me.
Thanks.
Elliot...
[door slams]
[phone rings]
Detective Stabler.
Yeah.
Great, what do you got?
Repeat that second one.
All right, thanks.
Lab results
on the glowing substance
from Gitano's jacket.
What is it?
Traces of copper
and zinc cadmium sulfide.
What the hell is that?
(Munch)
I know what it is.
In the '50s and '60s,
the military secretly sprayed it
all over the country.
They were trying to determine
how nuclear fallout travels,
and zinc cadmium sulfide
is of a similar weight.
Of course, it was later
determined to be carcinogenic,
and the military claimed
they never knew that.
Gitano used to be
Air Force.
Now, how the hell would he
get it on his jacket now?
He could have been
on a military base
where they stored the stuff.
(Munch)
An abandoned installation.
Maybe it was even one of those
EPA Superfund sites.
God knows they haven't
cleaned those up.
You should call Olivia.
Where is she?
Tracking Gitano's cell phone.
She has a list of everywhere
he's been this month.
[dialing phone]
[cell phone rings]
Benson.
Oh, some rat hole restaurant
in Jersey.
They don't remember
seeing Gitano.
Okay, what's your next stop?
[Benson on phone]
I think it's, uh, Canton Road.
Yeah.
Canton Road, near Route 44.
About 15 miles from here.
I'm going to meet you there.
Do you have any military bases
on your list?
(Benson)
I don't think so.
Why?
(Stabler)
Wait for me.
(Stabler)
What is this place?
Metal plating facility.
It looks deserted.
Good a place as any
to hide a kidnap victim.
Yep.
Plus, I think it was once
your military installation.
Check this out.
"Warning,
restricted area."
As per
Secretary of Defense.
I'm calling for backup.
Tell them we can't wait.
[sniffing]
[quietly]
Cigarettes.
[crash, man grunting]
[gunshot]
Drop it!
Drop your weapon now!
Drop it!
Drop it
or I'll shoot him.
Don't be an idiot, Gitano.
Put the gun down--
Pull the trigger.
Don't even think about it.
You hear me?
He's going to die.
I'm gonna kill him.
Shoot him.
Shut up.
Everybody shut up.
Victor.
There's no way out of this.
Stop talking!
You know what's going to happen
if you don't put that gun down.
Now, enough people have died.
Olivia.
And I know that you
don't want to die.
You could have
pulled the trigger
on Detective Stabler.
And then I would have
had to kill you.
But you didn't do that.
You didn't do that,
because you're being smart.
You've only got one chance.
You gotta take it.
Where's Rebecca, Victor?
Is she alive?
I'm not gonna tell you dick
until you drop the gun, bitch!
Shoot him!
Shut up, Elliot.
Stop moving or he's dead.
And then what?
Do you really think that you're
going to walk out of here?
Because that's not
going to happen.
Now, this is your choice.
Dead or alive.
If I go, he goes.
Victor.
Tell us where Rebecca is
and we can end this right now.
Dead.
I used her up
and I bled her dry.
You want to hear
how she screamed?
How she begged
for her mommy?
Stop it.
She was a slut, that one.
A real little whore.
And I'm looking
at a dead man!
Any closer,
and you're gonna be
wearing his brains
on your coat!
(Stabler)
Olivia.
There is no reason
to keep this
piece of crap alive.
Pull the trigger
right now.
Olivia, pull it!
Shoot him!
You know,
you know that little girl--
It's possible
that she isn't dead.
She could be locked up in this
building somewhere, huh?
Or someplace else
50 miles away.
You don't really know, do you?
You're a liar.
Yeah, well,
that's the point.
Tell us where she is, Victor.
She's here.
She's not dead.
Otherwise, he would have been
long gone.
Unless you like them dead.
You sick like that too,
Gitano?
You like to play
with corpses?
Yeah, I love that.
The deader the better.
They don't fight as much.
(Stabler)
Olivia, you think about me,
Rebecca is dead.
Pull that trigger.
Shoot him.
Shoot him.
Olivia, shoot him.
(Gitano)
Yeah, do that.
But you better make sure
you take me out with one shot.
One...
perfect, perfect shot.
Of course, my reflexes
are pretty tight.
I could pull the trigger
before the bullet even hits me.
Or maybe you miss me altogether.
Either way,
there's an 80% chance
I'm gonna take
this guy's head clean off!
But you try it,
definitely.
It'll probably
turn out great.
You can kill us both, Victor.
You'll still never
walk out of here.
Right.
Right, 'cause uh...
'Cause you got
some buddies coming, huh?
When's that going down?
Any minute.
Great.
Great.
Just tell us where you hid her.
(Gitano)
You know, you could
put the gun down.
At least then
you might find her.
Otherwise, she's gonna die.
She's gonna die,
he's gonna die,
and it'll be all your fault.
Just like the little boy.
How's your neck?
It's not the same thing, Olivia.
You know that.
Yes it is,
Olivia.
God, you two.
Couple of screw-ups.
How could you
let that little boy go?
Olivia, look at me.
Maybe you're
just incompetent.
You can do the right thing.
I didn't.
I made that choice with Ryan,
and it was wrong.
Elliot.
It was my fault.
Don't do it.
Shut up!
Don't make that mistake.
Stop talking.
I would have done
the same thing.
I said shut up!
Don't make my mistake.
[door creaks]
Drop it!
Drop the gun!
Drop it now!
Put that gun down now!
You cops don't come in here,
or everybody dies.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey!
I'll tell you where she is.
Where?
She's in a van.
Parked in a garage in Newark.
She might still be alive.
He's lying.
I know.
He's never going to tell us.
You're right.
We can all
walk out of here alive
if you just put the gun down.
It's all right.
I'm sorry.
[rustling]
[gunshot]
Suspect down.
Move in, move in!
Damn, J.B.
You took half his face off.
Nice job stalling him.
Let's get an ambulance
out here anyways.
Might as well
pretend we tried some sort of--
Quiet.
Everybody, quiet.
[faint crying]
(Benson)
Rebecca?
Rebecca Clifford?
Say something, honey.
[faint cry]
Rebecca?
[crying]
Rebecca?
(Stabler)
Rebecca, honey,
come on out.
Come on out.
You're safe now.
Come on out.
Come on out,
Rebecca.
[whispering]
It's okay.
Okay. Okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
The good news is,
they spent most of their time
on the run.
He didn't have
long enough
to inflict serious
physical injury on her.
How's she doing mentally?
She says she doesn't remember
most of it, so...
We'll see about that.
I called her father.
He's coming down.
If that sniper
hadn't beaten you to it...
I know you would have
taken the shot, Olivia.
No, I wouldn't have.
Did you really
expect me to?
Did you really expect me
to cause your death?
What about your kids?
I don't know.
I just couldn't get that boy
out of my head.
What about me?
Look, we both chose each other
over the job.
We can never
let that happen again.
Otherwise...
We can't be partners.
I can't believe
you're saying that.
You and this job are about
the only things
I've got anymore.
I don't want
to wreck that.
I couldn't take it.
Olivia.
What's up?
I want a new partner.