Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 7, Episode 21 - Web - full transcript

After a young boy claims molestation, the investigation turns from his pedophile father to another family member.

(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.

How did you feel
when your mom's boyfriend

touched you like that?

I felt sad.

I thought
it was my fault.



But it wasn't.

Whose fault was it?

It was his fault.

That's what a counselor
at my school said.

She helped me

when I told her
what happened.

Good for you, Sabrina.

Thanks.

Now whenever Sabrina
gets touched in an unsafe way,

she'll say no,
then go.

And what will you do if you're
ever touched in an unsafe way?

Say no,
then go!

Right.

Now listen up, guys.



If you want
to share something today

or have any questions,

you can talk to us privately
in a few minutes.

It's not okay to rub boogers
on your sister.

Would you want boogers
rubbed on you?

No.

Bleh!

Me neither.

So next time
she pulls your hair,

just tell
your mom, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Hi.

Come on over.
What's your name?

Colin.

Hi, Colin.
I'm Jessie.

My friend said rubbing weenies
feels good.

Did your friend
touch you there?

No.

But he said he does it
and it's fun.

What's your friend's name?

Jake.

That's him.

Did you ask Colin if you could
touch his weenie?

Yes.

Does anybody
touch yours?

Yes.

Okay. Who touches you?

I'm not allowed
to tell.

How come?

Because I'll get
in trouble.

Come on, Jake.

We're gonna be late
for my soccer game.

Now hold on, Teddy.
What is going on?

Are you Jake's mom?
Yes. And you are?

Elliot Stabler
from the NYPD.

But what happened?
Did somebody hurt Jake?

He said someone's
been abusing him.

Oh no.

Not again.

How could I have
missed this again?

This isn't the first time
that Jacob's been abused?

Not Jake, Teddy.

His older brother.

What happened?

While I was...
pregnant with Jake,

I caught my ex-husband
touching Teddy.

While I was carrying
his child,

he was raping our son.

What's your ex's name?

Gregory Hensal.

But now the boy's have
your maiden name, Winnock?

You're damn right.

I don't want them
walking around

with a daily reminder
of him.

Did you report
the abuse?

He pled guilty to sodomy.

He got 10 years.

He was out
in seven.

It was a joke.

Does Gregory have

any contact
with the boys?

Bastard filed
for visitation last year.

Teddy refused
to see him,

but Jake begged me
to let him go.

And did you?

No.

Until the judge took it
out of my hands

and awarded Greg
weekly supervised visits.

How screwed-up
is that?

Family court often approves

supervised meetings
because it's therapeutic.

For who? Huh?

Not for my sons.

Teddy was a happy,
loving child

until his sick father
stuck his hand down his pants.

He ruined Teddy's life.

And now
he's gonna destroy Jake's.

It doesn't have to be
that hopeless.

Therapy could help Jake
cope with the trauma.

Don't tell me therapy
is gonna save my little boy.

It didn't help Teddy
seven years ago.

I took him
to a shrink.

They couldn't get him
to talk.

So after a few weeks,

we stopped going.

What are you going to do
to protect Jake?

The same thing I do
in every case like this--

I'm gonna talk to the boys
and interview the ex-husband.

Cool! You made it
to level 19!

Shut up, butt brain.

You're distracting me.

Hi, Jake.

Jake, my name
is George.

We're gonna go talk downstairs
for a minute.

Okay.

Would you like
another soda?

No, I'm good.

Just talked
with your mom.

So?

She told me what your dad
did to you.

It's no big deal.

I think it is.

And if he hurt
your little brother,

it's a big deal
all over again.

Whatever.

What're you playing?

It's called
a video game.

You're not very smart,
are you?

I have my moments.

Does it bother you when Jake
visits your dad?

Nope.

I'd understand
if it did.

Look, man. I've never gonna see
that ass wipe again.

If Jake still wants to see him,
that's his business.

If your father
molests him?

That's not my problem.

You're his big brother.

That's right.

That means I'm supposed to care,
doesn't it?

That's right.
That's what that means.

Tell me
what you know.

I don't know anything.

Why don't you ask him?

What did you do
with your dad yesterday?

Watched a movie.

In a movie theatre?

No, on TV.

Did you do
anything else?

Played a game.

What game?

Clue.

That's the game that
you have to figure out

who the bad guy is, right?

It was Colonel Mustard
with the rope in the library.

You know,
that's what I do.

I catch the bad guys.

Do you know any?

Not in real life.

What else do you do
with your dad?

Play catch and stuff.

He's afraid
to talk about it.

Now what?

We're gonna need to run
a rape kit.

Yeah, I remember.

The tests. The reports.

I thought this was all
behind us.

[door opening]

Did Teddy say anything?

Well, he's a tough nut
to crack.

Yeah, I told you.

He still won't even
talk to me.

He'd rather lock himself
in his room

and play those damn
computer games.

He won't even eat
at the--

at the table
with us.

I--I can't go
through this again.

We're gonna
help you out now.

Breathe, breathe.

Dr. Wong's gonna take you
to the hospital

for Jake's exam.

We're gonna talk
to your ex-husband.

Okay?

Hensal's enrolled
in a special pilot program.

Registered sex offenders meet
regularly with a parole officer,

a psyche counselor,
and a polygraph examiner.

You think it works?

Who the hell knows
with these dirt bags.

Did you supervise
his visits with Jake?

No, his sister does.

He lives here with her.

Mr. Barrett.

I didn't think Greg
had an appointment today.

Unscheduled visit.

Greg!

Your parole officer's here.

Have you been giving
your brother

time alone with Jake?

Absolutely not.

I know the rules.

Hello, Officer Barrett.

You brought back-up.

I don't remember
robbing a bank.

I'm Detective Stabler,
Special Victims.

Let's you and I talk
in there.

You saw your son
Jake yesterday.

Yes.

Were you alone
with him?

No.

Why?

He says
he was abused.

Well he--it wasn't me.

I would never touch
my son.

Well your rap sheet
says differently.

I've changed.

Why should
I believe that?

The judge did.

You think he'd let me
see my son

if I wasn't cured?

Probably wouldn't be
the first judge to get snowed

by a pedophile
looking to get over.

I did my time.

I learned my lesson.

I'm a grown man who lives
with his sister.

I'm not allowed to be alone
with my own kid.

That's my life
on parole.

You think I'm gonna
take risks?

If you think you can
get away with it, yeah.

I can't get away
with anything.

I take a lie detector test
every week.

When's your
next appointment?

Monday.

Just got rescheduled.

Is your name
Gregory Hensal?

Yes.

Are you
47 years old?

Yes.

Did you molest
your son Teddy?

Yes, eight years ago.

We've got our baseline.

Have you ever touched
Jake's genitals?

No.

Has Jake ever touched
your genitals?

No.

Machine says
he's telling the truth.

Guy takes a poly
once a week,

practices enough,
he can beat the box.

Were you alone

with your son
Jake yesterday?

No.

Guess he needs
more practice.

So you lied to us.

No, I didn't.

Polygraph says you did.

You left Jake alone
with his father?

It's wrong.
I gotta leave.

I'm gonna miss
my shift.

Lady, you're gonna miss life
in the free world

when I charge you
as a co-conspirator.

Talk.

I had to take a shower
before work.

I only left him alone
for 10 minutes.

What can happen
in 10 minutes?

Your sister
gave you up.

You were alone
with Jake, right?

All right, but I never
touched him.

Well Jake is eight.

Same age as Teddy
when you molested him.

That's your type.

I swear to you,
I didn't do anything wrong.

The lie detector
proves it.

You manipulate kids,
you can manipulate that machine.

You're making
a mistake.

I never hurt Jake.

So he got the idea
to rub weenies all on his own?

I don't think so.

Did Jake say
I touched him?

[cell phone]
No, he didn't, did he?

He would never
say that.

Threaten to kill him

or you told him he'd never see
his mommy again?

Usually works for while.

Stabler.

Please, you have
to believe me!

We don't have to do
a damn thing for you.

Warner needs us.

The rape kit results
just came in.

Got traces of saliva

from the area surrounding
Jake's genitals.

Just tell us we could put
his father away for good.

Can't tell you that.

But I will tell you we can
keep it in the family.

This is Jake's
mitochondrial DNA.

This is his abuser's.

It's an exact match.

Jake and his molester have
identical mitochondrial DNA.

The mother passes that on
to the children.

That means Teddy abused
his little brother.

Like father, like son.

Soccer coach said Teddy
showed up for practice.

A kid said something and Teddy
took off like a shot.

He's not at home.

Mom hasn't seen him
since this morning.

What the hell is this?

It's shots
of Teddy Winnock.

Like we've
never seen him before.

Some of these
are hard core.

Check this out.

Teddy and his
little brother.

Somebody must have heard
about what Teddy did

and doctored up
some evidence.

[children yelling]

Break this freak's nose!
Come on!

Kill him!
Kill him!

Get him in the stomach!

Do something!

Kill this freak.
Hey--

Come on!
That's enough.

That's enough.
Come here.

All you wrestlemaniacs
get out of here now.

What's going on here?
Gordy did it!

He hung those pictures!

Up yours, fairy boy.

I'll kill you!
Settle down.

We're gonna talk.
Come here.

Come here.

That's some gut shot
you laid on that kid.

Pictures must have
embarrassed you.

You think?

Why'd Gordy do it?

I don't know.

You have no idea why he'd want
to humiliate you.

You know, if you don't talk,
I can't help.

You wouldn't understand.

Try me.

Why are you
so interested in me?

Those pictures
turn you on?

The ones with your
little brother made me sick.

Shut up.

Did you screw around
with someone here

like you did with Jake?

'Cause the rape kit proves
you abused your little brother.

No!

No, I didn't hurt Jake.

You molested him.

So?

My dad did stuff
to me.

Didn't mess me up.

Your dad screwed up
your head so bad

you don't even know
what you've done.

Come on.

Hanging those pictures
is not a crime.

I know my rights.

I'm in journalism.
You're in puberty.

Freedom of speech

is the essence of democracy
in America.

Oh, that's deep.

Why'd you wallpaper
the hallway?

'Cause Teddy's a freak
and everyone needs to know it.

What, did he touch you?

Dude, I'm not a fag.

How'd you find out
about our investigation?

What investigation?

Is Teddy Winnock a suspect
in a crime, Detective?

Gimme that.

Fine, but the press
cannot be silenced.

Why'd you make
these pictures?

Make them?

I found them.

All this layout equipment,
you tell me

you didn't Photoshop these?

I couldn't dream up some of
the sick crap I saw there.

Where?

On the web.

I followed a random link

that got posted on Teddy's
Mysight page profile.

Led me to his website and...

freaky, freaky stuff, man.

What site is that?

Teddy's tree house dot com.

All the photos from the school
came from this website.

It's a child
porn superstore

selling pictures and webcam
videos starring Teddy.

And co-starring
his little brother.

Well, who's running
the site?

According to billing records,
Teddy is.

How can a kid
run a business like this?

All the money was deposited into
Teddy's online account.

Pervs put the money in,

Teddy can spend it
anywhere on the Net.

Cash never changes hands.

A minor
shooting kiddy porn.

That's a new one.

All you need is a webcam.

And you can make videos
or chat live online.

Smile.

Yeah, well, Teddy did a lot more
than just chat.

Well, that's right.

He'd schedule times to appear
online for a live show.

The webcam was a window
into his bedroom.

And his pedophile subscribers

paid for the privilege
of looking in.

Subscribers?

Creeps you pay to watch
and download Teddy's Tree house

for 30 bucks a month.

Times how many guys?

Over a thousand.

If Teddy Winnock
is doing this,

how many other Teddys
are there?

More than we know.

These kids think
they're businessmen,

when in reality, they're playing
right into pedophiles' hands.

We used to think when kids
were at home they were safe.

The web connects pedophiles
to each other.

It gives them
easy access.

One in five kids is
sexually solicited while online.

Can we use the Internet
against these pervs

to track down
Teddy's subscribers?

No, I tried.
These guys are smart.

They use offshore ISPs
that don't respond

to our subpoenas.

Get the kid
to give up some names.

I'm gonna talk to
the little brother first.

See if I can't get
any details

to try and make Teddy
open up.

Tell me about the pictures
you took with your brother.

They're for his friends.

Did you ever meet
these friends?

No.

They're on the computer.

So Teddy took all
the pictures himself?

And he made
the pretending movie.

What's a pretending movie?

Teddy's friends told us
to do stuff

and we did it,
like acting in a movie.

He said that they were
buying tickets to go see it.

How many of these movies
did you do?

One.

Just one?

He said we can
make more,

but we've only done one
so far.

Teddy abused his brother
in front of a camera

for those perverts.

Well, I don't want them
to watch any reruns.

Shut down the website.

What'd Teddy say when he first
told you about his friends?

He said it was fun
to play pretend for them.

Did you think
it was fun?

I don't know.

Did he say anything else
about his friends?

If I did
what they wanted,

they'd like me
and send him more presents.

What kind of presents?

Computer games
and comic books.

And he said if I get
really good at pretending,

they'll buy
me presents, too.

Teddy's lawyer's here.

Your brother told me
about the pretending movies.

So?

Those men
are using you.

They pay me.

It's my choice.

Just like it was Jake's choice
to be molested by you?

Go to hell.
Hey--

Teddy, you calm down.

Yeah, you may think
you're quite

the little entrepreneur,
but you've committed

some serious crimes
on your website.

Would you
and the D.A.'s office

consider a deal if Teddy names
his subscribers?

No way.

Those guys pay me
crazy loot.

You think I'm gonna
give that up?

You're gonna have to.
Why?

It's my money.

I earned it.

It's obvious that Teddy
is the victim here.

No, I'm not.

He's being exploited.

You arrest the men
who pay for this.

They're the problem.

He calls it a problem?

I call it a business.

Let's talk outside.

Maybe after the arraignment
he'll realize this isn't a joke.

If Teddy flips
on his customers,

you can after hundreds
of real perps.

You heard him.
He's not naming names.

I just need
a little more time.

Do you have
to arrest him today?

You know the answer
to that.

Well, wait--wait.

You're arresting Teddy?

I have to.

He sexually abused
his little brother.

He needs help, Detective.

He's acting out
the abuse

that he suffered
as a boy.

I understand that.

Let me talk to him.

See if I can change
his mind.

Send him home
for the night.

My problem is I have
to consider Jake's safety.

Jake will be safe.

I'm sending him
to his grandmother.

Just give me
a couple hours.

If you send him
to jail tonight,

he will shut down

and we lose
that kid forever.

Please, Detective.

[clears throat]
Take your son home.

I want him here 9:00
tomorrow morning

ready to name names.

Teddy.

Go ahead.

Come on.

Thank you.

It's a risky move, Elliot.

I hope Langan can get Teddy
to flip on the pedophiles.

Me, too. I'd rather bag
the predators than the prey.

Detective Stabler.

You saved me a trip.

I was headed
to your squad next.

Why? What're you
doing here, Donna?

Putting you on notice that
the U.S. Attorney's Office

is taking custody
of Teddy Winnock.

For child pornography.

He's a teenager
who was abused.

That boy
is making child porn.

Justice doesn't care
if he's 14 or 44.

We've been building a case
against him

for over a year now.

And your guns step in
and rush our move.

Excuse me?

You heard what I said.

When we got word
of the arrest,

we voted out
the indictment this afternoon.

Will you consider
a deal

if Teddy flips
on his subscribers?

They didn't make him
build that website.

They paid for it.

You want to lock up
one confused kid

or a thousand guilty men?

I came here
as a courtesy.

You might show me
the same

by not insulting
my intelligence.

I know Teddy.
He's not a monster.

He's a traumatized boy.

He's a child pornographer.

You know we have
a zero tolerance policy

for online producers
of kiddy smut.

There's a difference
between Teddy Winnock

and a grown man
who exploits kids.

He exploited
his little brother.

He's a perp.

Where is he?

He's at his mother's house.

He's surrendering
in the morning.

We're not gonna wait
that long.

If you don't want
to arrest Teddy,

we'll do it for you.

[dialing]

Wait a minute.
I'll bring him in.

I'll bring him in.

I want Teddy Winnock
at my office in an hour.

I talked to him.

His lawyer talked to him.

Teddy wouldn't reconsider.

I'm sorry.

Those men
poisoned his mind.

[sighs]

Teddy.

What do you want?

Detective Stabler's here.

Teddy.

Teddy, unlock this door!

Teddy, come on out here.

Teddy, what are
you doing?

No sign of him.

Units canvassed
the neighborhood.

Teddy's in the wind.

Airports and stations
are looking for him.

He's not getting out
of the city.

He will
if he has help.

Printouts of recent
chat activity

on the message board
at Teddy's Tree house.

I've been monitoring it
all day.

Look at the highlighted post
at the top of the first page.

A user named
SunshineGuy9000 posted

"Teddy at the nest.

Help is on the way."

The nest must be
his mother's house.

Any leads on SunshineGuy?

Not yet.

Service providers are
still fighting our subpoena.

Let me get
this straight--

Teddy ran away
from home

after pedophiles made plans
on his website

to help him.

Yes.

A website I told you
to shut down.

Captain--

But you let these perverts
keep talking in that chat room

after I gave you
a direct order

to shut it down.

The pedophiles--
Teddy is missing.

Because you deliberately refused
to obey my order.

The Feds are gonna want
somebody's head.

Give me one reason
I shouldn't hand them yours.

I've got a way
to make it right.

Look at the post
right before SunshineGuy's.

FunFella13 says,
"We've gotta help Teddy."

SunshineGuy says,
"Help is on the way."

They're working together.

Is one of them
still online?

SunshineGuy went dark
after the post,

but FunFella's been all over
the web today,

chit-chatting
on other teen sites.

Let's use this.
We flirt with FunFella online.

We set up a meet
and lure him out.

Put him in the box.

Sweat him for
an I.D. on Sunshine.

Set it up.

FunFella13 just entered
the Soccer Rulez chatroom.

Okay, go in and post
as a 15 year-old boy.

Hey, what's up?

I'm Brad, 15, male, NYC.

Sweeper on
the JV team.

Should make contact
fairly soon.

[computer tone]
Here we go.

Just pinged me with a private
one-on-one instant message.

Sweeper is
a hard position.

I'm good at it though.

Wants to know if you have
a girlfriend.

Tell him
you don't like girls.

Girls--yuck.

Guy doesn't waste any time,
does he?

All right, tell him
that you are a virgin,

but, you know,
laugh it off.

Laughing out loud. Yeah.

Say you like
older guys,

but you're afraid
it'll hurt.

"I can
show you how

so it doesn't hurt
and is great."

Sicko thinks he's offering
to deflower a 15 year-old.

Agree to it.

Agree to it.

Cool.

Bait like that
he'll wanna meet.

[computer tone]
"Let's hang out."

(Stabler)
We got him.

Fin, you in position?

We're good to go.

Ten-four.

Hey, why'd you disobey
Cragen's order

to shut down
Teddy's website?

I shut it down, the pedophiles
just go somewhere else.

So you risk
your career?

I needed to get 'em.

My sister's
a single mom.

She works long hours.

Her son Freddy is 12.

Latchkey kid.

Goes online
to make friends.

A new buddy convinces him
to meet, go see a movie.

Freddy goes.

The guy's 43.

Takes my nephew to a hotel
and rapes him.

They find the guy?

No.

I gave Freddy
the computer.

Look.

Red jacket,
brown pants.

Just what FunFella said
he'd be wearing.

Fin, the target's
approaching you.

White male, red jacket,
brown pants.

Got it.

Hey, FunFella.

Who are you?

I'm your blind date
from the Internet.

I'm a little older
than 15,

but maybe we can
still be friends.

I just came
to get something to eat.

Yeah, right. And I'm starting
goalie for the Rangers.

What's your name?

Ralph Zessner.

What's in
the bag, Ralphie?

Nothing.

Four-pack of coolers
and a box of condoms.

What, you plan on getting frisky
with the Hamburglar?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You know
where Teddy is.

Who's Teddy?

Don't test me, pal.

You're not gonna like
the results.

We got your membership payments
from Teddy's Tree house.

And your chat log with
a 15 year-old boy named Brad.

Who's actually a cop.

Oh, God.

It's all coming back
to you know, huh?

I'm a horrible person.

Yeah, I'm down with you
on that thought.

I'm trying
to get better.

I'm seeing a shrink.

Seven days a week
on a couch

is not gonna help
a guy like you.

What do you do, Ralph?

I'm a teacher.

No child left behind?
Is that it?

It was just fantasy.

Yeah, then why'd you show up
with a box of condoms?

I've never done this before,
I swear.

Save that
for your cell mate.

Who's SunshineGuy?

I don't know.

Yeah, you do.
You're working with him.

Posted online
right before him.

He answered you,
"Help is on the way."

And you both helped Teddy run
away from his mother's house,

which you sickos
call the nest.

His mother's house
isn't the nest.

Then what is?

If I tell you where the nest is,
will you let me go?

I'm not here
to bargain with you.

How about if I send
the transcript

of your web chat
to your family,

your neighbors, the parents
of the kids you teach, huh?

Teddy called it
the nest

because the building's
named Eagle Plaza.

It's where Teddy
films his shows.

He was going there
to hide out.

[jangling keys]

Pizza boxes.

Soda cans.

Old comic books.

High-tech gear.

It's a teenage boy's
fantasy crash pad.

Homemade kiddy porn studio.

Wonder who tipped off Teddy
we were coming.

Check out
his last show.

Well, everybody, this could be
the last you see me for awhile.

Things are getting
pretty annoying here,

so I'm leaving town to stay
with some friends in Oregon.

I'm doing one last
cam show.

So let's have
some fun.

Someone's coming
to the tree house.

Oh, hi.
[keys jingle]

Surprise visitor.

What's going on?

Could be
an extra fun show today.

[struggling]

Guy had his own key.
Let himself in.

Teddy knows the kidnapper.

He's too young to rent
this place on his own.

Lease was signed
four months ago

by a guy named
Claude Henderson.

Weirdo.

Prior address--
1234 Happytown Lane?

You got any info on this guy
that's not a fairy tale?

Well he pays the rent
with an out-of-state check.

One just came in.

Drawn on a bank
in Garfield, New Jersey.

It's an hour away.

It's plenty of time
to get in here,

grab Teddy,
and go back home.

Hey, how you doing?

We're looking
for Claude Henderson.

You found him.

That's Claude Henderson?

Yes, sir.

Anyone else
live in the house?

No, sir.

Just me and Mr. Claude.

Doesn't look like he's
running around

abusing little boys.

Doesn't look like
he can breathe,

let alone write
a check

or rent a pad.

Mr. Claude's been having all
sorts of trouble with the bank.

They said someone stole
his identity.

What now?

What are you
doing here?

We need your help.

Morales couldn't track
these pedophiles.

He doesn't have
the software.

And you do?
Cutting edge.

Hot off the press
from Homeland Security.

Why doesn't every squad
get that?

'Cause not every squad
that's fighting terrorists,

who are going digital.

Traces that used to take
an entire day

now take 20 minutes.

You're really into this.

Computer scams.
Credit card frauds.

I haven't seen blood or tears
in weeks.

And you guys'll
benefit too.

These programs
will change the way

sexual predators
are hunted online.

At least we can win
one war on terror.

Take a look
at this.

SunshineGuy posted
"Help is on the way"

from a computer
at an encrypted IP address.

Now this window is tracking
SunshineGuy's web activity...

in real time.

How will that lead us
to him?

Well the next time he chats,
sends an email,

or visits a web page, I can pull
up the encrypted IP address

and trace it back
through the network

and find
his exact location.

Here we go.

He's online again.

Just a second now.

Done.

IP address routes from
an office at Mercy Hospital.

First a teacher.

Then a doctor.

What are we gonna find next,
the vice president?

See ya.

Okay.

Tell your mother
I'm listening to your heart.

[in Spanish]

You know, doc,
you should listen to this.

Who are you?

Who are you?
I'm Dr. Lucas.

I'll just
call you SunshineGuy.

Where's Teddy Winnock?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Then come to the precinct
and we'll jog your memory.

This is a mistake.
I'll be back soon.

Don't bet on it.
I will.

Teddy's gone,
and you'll never find him.

You help us find Teddy, we help
you avoid a life sentence.

Why should I help you?

You want to put Teddy
in jail.

Where is he?

I don't know.
You're a liar.

You posted
"Help is on the way."

I was at the hospital
all day.

You can check.

Then who'd you send?

You've got one chance
to save this boy's life

and your own ass.

It's obvious
you don't care about Teddy.

We do.

I'm not saying
another word.

Lucas has deluded himself
into thinking

he's protecting Teddy.

Have you found
any of the other subscribers?

I have spent hours online.

They're hiding in all kinds
of corners in the web.

They pop up in chat rooms
from time to time,

but it's impossible
to monitor them all.

No one's mentioning Teddy.

Ruben, look--

You've done
a great job.

Tracking Teddy is a gig
for Computer Crimes, not TARU.

I know, but if I--
Listen to me.

Listen to me.

You've gone as far
as you can.

Go home
and get sleep.

Go home.

We'll find him.

It's probably too late.

Teddy's dead,
and it's my fault.

[phone ringing]

Stabler.

I'll be right over.

Pulled Dr. Lucas'
cell phone records.

Here's a log of all his calls
and text messages.

Without a warrant?

Well, I didn't think
you'd want me to wait.

What'd you get?

Lucas sent a text message
yesterday morning at 9:15

to somebody with
a screen name GoodFriend22--

Meet me at Mercy Hospital
Cafeteria at 1:30.

Who's this GoodFriend22?

Another subscriber
to Teddy's website.

Text message
was also sent

through a disposable
cell phone.

Uh, that's another
dead end.

It's something.

Look, Dr. Lucas met GoodFriend
face to face.

Go back to Lucas and get me
GoodFriend's email address,

other screen names--

My problem is Dr. Lucas
isn't talking to us.

At all.

Look, you know
what you need.

You want to take
a crack at him?

I wasn't planning
on coming back.

It's in your blood.

That's the problem.

[fight sounds]

Where's Teddy?

Where the hell
is Teddy?

Wait.
Until Morales kills him?

Enough.

Enough!

Hey, get out of here.
Olivia, I can explain.

I don't want to hear it.
Get out.

Are you gonna
turn me in?

If I don't, he will.

Go.

Who's GoodFriend22?

Huh?

Who's GoodFriend22?

You gonna beat me
if I won't talk?

Tell me about
the kidnapping.

Stop calling it that.

It wasn't a kidnapping.

Teddy went into hiding.

Voluntarily.

Voluntarily?

Wrong.

Does that look voluntary
to you?

We wanted to protect him.

I, uh...

I love him.

Kidnapping is a funny way
to show it.

Who's the man
in the video?

I don't know.

If you want
to protect him,

then tell us
who that man is.

He doesn't love Teddy

the way you do.

I--I can't.

Think of that boy
that you love.

Think of his body--

that young, thin,
perfect body.

Now picture it bruised
and broken

and covered with blood.

Is that
what you want?

Because, Lucas...

if he dies,
this is gonna be on you.

I don't believe you.

We all love Teddy.

None of us
would harm him.

That tape is a fake.

I guess he's not gonna
fall for it.

I told you
he was sharp.

You're free to go.

What? Just like that?

We've got nothing
to hold you on.

Come on.

It's just like
you thought, Liv.

Lucas couldn't resist.

He went straight
to an Internet cafe.

It looks like
he's logging on right now.

He is. I'm pulling up
his account.

Okay, I'm in.

I've got his activity
mirrored in real time.

I can see everything
that he's doing.

Just opened an IM chat window
with GoodFriend22.

He wants to know
if Teddy's okay.

You have a location
on GoodFriend?

Just one second.
They're chatting now.

GoodFriend's message says
"Teddy will be quiet.

We are safe."

IP address
is upper Manhattan.

Router is
for Washington Heights.

How long until
you have an address?

Just hold on
one sec.

I'm working on it.

Got it.

15 West 180th street.

Police!

Stay where you are.

Find Teddy.

[struggling]

Teddy's not downstairs.

Take that dirt bag
to the car.

You're gonna be okay.

[screaming]

Listen to me.

You're gonna be okay.

You were right.

About what?

You said
they were using me.

I thought those guys
were my friends.

I thought
they loved me.

They were my life.

Now I'm alone.

You have your family.

They're the ones
who really love you.

They'll never forgive me.

They know what happened
isn't all your fault.

I'm not sure
I believe you.

Well, not yet, but...

you will.

Are you okay?

No. No, I'm not.

I'm sorry, mom.

I know.

[sighs]

You got a lot of nerve
showing up here.

Your conversation skills
are what I like best about you.

So what are you
gonna do now,

slap the cuffs
on him while he's asleep,

maybe pull out
his IVs yourself?

No.

I'm going
to grant him immunity

in exchange for his testimony
against the pedophiles.

Good.

No jail time.

But he'll go to a residential
treatment facility.

Teddy will get
the help he needs.

Have a good day, Counselor.

It was
a tough decision, Olivia.

But you did
the right thing.

Thank you, Captain.

So you did it?

I did.

Why?

I didn't have a choice.
There are always choices.

Morales is a good man.

You think
I ratted him out?

No, no. I know that's not
your style.

Thanks.

What are
you doing here?

I work here.

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