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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.

You had to take a shortcut.

I wouldn't have had to
if you would just once...

get out of the house
on time.

What's the big hurry?

One of your girlfriends
supposed to be there?

God, I hope so.

Something just
fall out of there?

I didn't see.

Well, tell him
his doors came open.

Excuse me,
your doors are open!

Hello?

What was that about?

All I know is,
it's clear. Go.

Well, did something
fall out of there or not?

Just go.

Stop.

Name's Sophie Douglas, eight.
Guy cuffed her to this bar inside.

She managed to wriggle
her hand out to escape.

When'd she go missing?
Three days ago.

We were working on it as a custodial
snatch. Mother was convinced it was her ex.

No ransom.
Been a custody battle.

The father,
we couldn't find him.

But it was
a complete stranger.

I see what you're thinking.
We screwed up, right?

We're not thinking
anything.

Mother's
in the waiting room.

Doc's doing
the rape kit now.

Sophie, I'm going to use
the cotton swab now.

Just on the legs, okay?

How's she doing?

Fluids
on the inner thigh.

Excuse me.

All right, Sophie, we're going
to take some pictures now.

Hi, Sophie.
Hi.

My name is Olivia.
How you doing?

I'm okay.

I gotta fill up
this whole room with bubbles.

I was wondering if you could help
me 'cause it's a pretty big room.

A tear
at the posterior fourchette.

Complete transection
of the hymen at 5:00.

Entire introitus
swollen and red.

He raped her.

We got a stranger-child
abduction with a confirmed rape.

Name is Sophie Douglas, eight. Grabbed
four days ago, escaped last night.

Tox screen came back positive
for tranquilizers.

Well, where are we on it?

We know the guy owns a white
van. That's it. No make, no model.

No witnesses?

Two of them sat behind the van
for 20 minutes.

Couldn't give us
one number on the plate.

Put out the word to other houses.
Start running known pedophiles...

through DMV
for van owners.

We're on it.

Benson, Stabler,
interview the girl.

Captain, the mother thinks she's
too traumatized to do it today.

Well, tell Mrs. Douglas we
don't mean to be insensitive...

but if we're going to catch
this guy, every second counts.

What's everybody still doing
here? I thought I was late.

We're having difficulty
separating mother and daughter.

Sophie won't be able to
talk freely in front of her.

Did you explain that?
Yep.

All right. Have her come
into the viewing with us.

Sophie,
that's such a pretty name.

Now, Sophie, do you know
why you're here?

Because of the man.

Yeah. I'm going to ask you some
questions about the man, if that's okay.

Okay.

Okay. The man's skin,
what color was it?

Like ours.
Like ours.

And his hair?
What color was his hair?

Was it sort of dark like mine,
or was it lighter like yours?

I can't remember.

He had scary teeth.

Scary?
What was scary about them?

They looked like
a monster's.

So tell me,
how did you meet this man?

My mom says I'm supposed
to go straight home, but...

I saw a puppy.

Did the man have this puppy?
No.

I didn't want to
get in the van.

We know that, Sophie, honey.
It's okay. We know that.

I don't want to
talk about it anymore.

Did you hear what she said?

It's okay, Sophie.

Stop. It's too much for her.

Mrs. Douglas, I know this is painful,
but it's gonna take some time.

How long are you planning
to put her through this?

We don't want
to rush her.

Then let me bring her back in a couple
of days when she's more up to it.

Olivia, we're in a bit of a time
crunch here. We need the location now.

Sophie, let's talk
about the van.

When you were inside, could
you see any of the street signs?

No.

Did the man say
anything to you in the van?

He didn't talk
until the room.

The room?

He said
it was my Party Day.

There were lots of
balloons and stuff...

but it wasn't a real party.

Why not?

Because nobody else
was there.

Sophie, what happened
at the party?

I had cupcakes and punch...

but then I fell asleep.

And when I woke up,
he was staring at me...

and he said it was time
to get ready.

Get ready for what?

Picture Day.

I had to wear
lots of costumes.

What kind of
costumes?

A fairy princess...

and a mermaid...

and a ballerina.

So he took pictures
all day?

I told him
I can dress myself,

but he said he had to
help me anyway.

I started crying.

I'm going in there.

Benson knows what she's doing.
Sophie's in good hands.

She needs me.

She needs to focus. She
won't be able to if you go in.

Look, I'm not letting her
relive this again.

Mrs. Douglas, do you want to catch
the man who is responsible for this?

I want him dead.

Then you've got to
help us.

Get to day three.

Sophie, you said that there was
a Party Day and a Picture Day.

Did he have a name
for the next day?

My Special Day.

And what happened then?

He said I
had to be very clean.

So I had to take
a bubble bath.

It's all my fault.

No, Sophie,
this is not your fault.

He said he had
more puppies in his van.

I just wanted
to see them.

I love puppies.

It's okay, Sophie, I
understand. I love puppies, too.

There was a big box
way in the back of the van.

I climbed in it
to see them, but...

Please don't tell my mom.

Sophie,
listen to me.

Your mom is not mad at you,
nobody is.

Everybody knows
that this man tricked you.

I broke the rule.
No.

All I wanted to do
was see the puppies.

Honey, that's okay.
I understand.

Mommy.
Sophie.

It's okay, honey,
it's okay.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Mrs. Douglas.

No. No more.
This is enough.

I am taking her
home now.

Well, you know, she's not
bringing her back anytime soon.

If at all.

Well, if she continues to be
uncooperative, we still have legal recourse.

Puts her in the room. It doesn't
pull the words out of her.

I wouldn't put my girls
through it. You don't know.

Well, after all that,
we don't have much to go on.

Then we re-canvass. Let's just
start where he abducted her.

Maybe Munch and Fin are having
better luck with the van.

Oliver Tunney, a. k.a. Jolly
Ollie, a. k.a. Squiggles the Clown.

I don't see
fortune cookies.

Molested the kids he was paid
to entertain. Owns a white van.

How many times you gonna read
that? Where the fortune cookies at?

They're always stale.
Told 'em to forget it.

What?
There's our clown now.

What's shaking there,
Bozo?

Who are you?

Detective Tutuola
and Munch.

You been keeping
your nose clean?

The red rubber one?

That's not funny.
Where you been all day?

In Connecticut,
painting a house.

I got my own business.
It's legit.

House painting?
Yeah.

Unmarked white van. You
mind if I take a look inside?

Matter of fact,
I do.

Been up to your
old tricks there, Ollie?

No. I learned my lesson. Sing
Sing taught me impulse control.

Well, how do you explain
this clown paint?

It's house paint. I just
told you, I paint houses.

It must have got on me.

Looks like
probable cause to me.

Mr. Tunney, I'm going to
have to ask you...

to step away from the van.

Come on, guys.
Give me a break.

You violated your parole.
You're coming with us.

We found balloons
in your van.

After a little dusting...

we'll find the girl's
fingerprints, too.

She's ready and willing
to pick you out of a lineup.

Tell us what happened. We can
help you. Make things easier.

I didn't give
no girl a party.

Then why aren't you
giving us an alibi?

Surely somebody
saw you this weekend.

Found this going through your
belongings, Tunney. Interesting.

Only the children's events
are circled.

That doesn't mean anything.

Yeah, so we made
some calls.

See, witnesses said they saw you
at the county fair in Norwalk.

See? I told you
I didn't do it.

I'm innocent.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'll be...

Not so fast there,
Chuckles.

Those same witnesses filed complaints
about the touchy-feely games...

that you play
with those kids.

Connecticut authorities would
like to have a word with you.

How did
the re-canvassing go?

Broad daylight,
nobody saw nothing.

Mrs. Douglas
returned your call.

Says she wants Sophie to have more
healing time before you talk to her again.

Okay. Hey, you guys, it's going
on 8:00. We're fresh out of leads.

What do you say
we call it a day?

I've still got time
to go to the toy store.

Kathy's gonna faint
when she finds out...

I got the twins' birthday
present two days early.

Hey, it's me.
We still on for dinner?

I think so. Okay.
See you then.

How's Mr. Perfect?

He's good. Of course,
I've only met him once...

and the only time I talk to him
is when I'm calling to cancel.

But other than that,
great.

You got any plans tonight,
Munch?

No. But the night is young...

and the world is full of
endless possibilities.

Everybody stays.

Why?

Man in a white van
grabbed another girl.

All he got was beer?
So says the owner.

Yeah, a six-pack,
the one on special.

How long after you left
did Mrs. Guzek arrive?

No customers between.

I want you to tell me everything
you remember about him.

American. 6 feet. Drunk.

Eye color?
Hair color?

Any distinguishing
characteristics?

The teeth. The teeth were
very unfortunate.

Unfortunate?

Like Austin Powers.

They pull that tape yet?

That was broken when I bought
it. But I figured it was...

better than nothing.
Yeah, that's brilliant.

No chance this guy salvaged my crapfest
of a day by using a credit card, is there?

No. It was
the last $20 I got.

I remember distinctly, because he asked
me for $2 of his change in quarters.

Harry, write him a receipt
for the top $20 in that drawer.

See if the lab
can lift a print off it.

You got it.

So I had one foot out the door
when I heard a bottle smash.

What'd you see?

The back door of the van slamming shut
and peeling out a few seconds later...

from this spot right here.

And this would be
the bottle smash you heard?

Yeah, there was a bag with the rest
of the six-pack right beside it.

You see the driver
of the car?

No.

But I might have caught a piece of
the license plate. It started with "H."

Or it might've been "B." I'm not
sure. Look, is it okay if I go?

The cold's
really not good for her.

Yeah. Thank you.

Our guy asked
for quarters inside.

I don't see any arcades
or Laundromats around here.

Maybe he needed
to make some calls.

He sees Mrs. Guzek go in the
store. Kirsten's alone in the car.

Nobody's around. Can't
see the car from inside.

He grabs the girl, takes her
to the back door of the van.

Drops the beer right here
during the struggle.

Closes the door behind him.
Cuffs her to the bar.

Jumps in the front
and takes off.

I'm pulling LUDs
on this phone.

Harry.

Yeah.

Dust this baby off.

I know it's a long shot, but pop that
box and dust the quarters, too, all right?

No problem. Joe.

The car was parked
right out front.

I was only in the market
for a minute.

They were almost home. I called on
the cell to pick up cigarettes for me.

It was so cold out, so I
let Kirsten wait in the car.

How could I do that?

Mrs. Guzek, did you see anyone
around the white van when you went in?

No.

Can you get us Kirsten's
most recent photo?

It's way past her bedtime.

Please, God,
don't let him hurt my baby.

Mrs. Guzek, we're going to do
everything that we can.

We want you
to try to remember.

Did you see anything when
you came out of the store?

Just the open car door.

It was like a live wire hit
me. I kept screaming her name.

But I knew.

It's from our last vacation.

She just turned eight.

We're positive
it's the same guy?

Unless there's a white-van-driving,
dentally-challenged...

pedophile convention
in town, I'd say yes.

Well, why would this guy
risk another grab so soon?

Store owner said he was intox. People
tend to drink when they got worries.

Guy had to be worried somebody
could ID him from Sophie.

When nobody comes for him
by the next day...

he figures nobody caught his tags,
he's safe. He ventures back out.

We got two different
approaches.

Sophie was organized.
He used the puppy con.

Kirsten, it was an
impulse grab. Blitz attack.

Our guy's flexible.
No way he's a first-timer.

We were supposed to have the
city-wide open cases for the past five.

Where the hell are they?

You know,
it's 1:30 in the morning.

If he's following
the same schedule...

she had Party Day
when he got her home.

Picture Day's
in about eight hours.

I got a little more description
from the store owner.

I'm gonna run it
through the PIMs machine.

I guess I could run partial plates on
vans. Look for an "H" in a haystack.

Or a "B."

Or a "B."

It's after 3:00. Any luck?

Got a lot of bad-mouthed
mothers here.

Bucktooth, snaggletooth,
mangled tooth, missing tooth.

I thought you got
a little more on the pedigree.

Just the approximate height.
That really narrowed it down.

Yeah. Well,
keep doing what you're doing.

How goes it, Elliot?

Hey, I made that.
19 hours ago, mind you...

but still,
a little tact.

Hey, Munch, why do you do
this? You always do this.

He puts the lid back
on an empty can.

It's just my way.
I'm getting coffee.

Double espresso.
No-foam 2% latte.

Pastrami on rye?

Files ordered by Det. Benson.
Where do you want them?

Captain,
we need an incident room.

Liv.

What time is it?

3:10.
Oh, no.

Yeah, I know. I know you didn't get your
full 30, but the files just got here.

I have read the same paragraph five times,
and I still have no idea what it says.

8:00 a. m. If I remember my
elementary school mathematics...

we've been working
24 straight hours.

He's had
Kirsten for 12.

Can I have some of that?
No.

Please.
No.

Come on.

Can't share eye drops.
That's how you get pinkeye.

Just give him the eye drops.
You know something?

We're just spinning
our wheels here.

You and me,
we gotta do something.

Elliot,
what's the plan?

We've gotta talk
to Sophie right now.

Her mother was adamant
about giving her more time.

That was before
he grabbed another girl.

Absolutely not.

Mrs. Douglas, I know you don't
want this girl to go through...

what your daughter did.

Sophie has told you everything
that she remembers.

She might be able to remember
new details that can help us.

Do you know that Sophie slept in my bed
last night and woke up every hour crying?

I am not going to let her
live through this again.

But there's another girl
living through it right now.

Look, she can't give you
an address.

I'm sorry, Detectives, but I'm
not going to let you torture her.

Mrs. Douglas, we can have a judge
compel you to let us talk to her.

Well, then, that's what
you're going to have to do.

He's had Kirsten 18 hours. We could
still find him before he rapes her.

No one is more sensitive to this
situation than Mrs. Douglas...

but her daughter
has no more information.

We don't know that
until we talk to her.

You already did.

Mrs. Douglas terminated
that session prematurely...

leaving a lot of ground
uncovered.

Ground that could serve
no other purpose...

than to further
traumatize the girl.

She will be questioned by
Special Victims detectives.

They do have some
experience in the area.

She's already told them everything
that she knows. It's just cruel.

Judge, please
don't make her do this.

As a parent, I understand
your concern for your child.

But I have to weigh that
against the welfare of another.

I'm granting
the application.

Mrs. Douglas, you are ordered
to produce your daughter.

So, Sophie,
what grade are you in?

Third.

Third.
And do you like to read?

Yeah,
me, too.

When your mom brings home
takeout, like pizza...

do you ever notice the name
and the address on the box?

DeCarlo's.

I forget the street, but we can
walk there from where we live.

And did you have any takeout
food or pizza with the man?

Hey, Sophie,
it's okay.

We're not going to talk about
anything bad that happened there.

I promise, okay?

So tell me, what did you get
to eat when you were there?

Cupcakes and fruit punch.

And what else?

Corn candy,
like you get on Halloween.

That sounds good. But
what'd you have for dinner?

Cupcakes and fruit punch
and corn candy the whole time.

Nothing else?

No. That's all we ever had.

Now, Sophie, I need you
to think really hard.

Do you ever remember the man
wearing a shirt with his name on it?

No? Do you remember anything
with a name on it?

A streamer at the party.
It had my name on it...

in squares,
with glitter.

Okay, good. And tell me, what
else? What else was at the party?

Balloons.

He blew them up
with a big machine...

and then he talked
like a cartoon.

If he had a Sophie banner...

that means that he went
shopping after he abducted her.

Only, what, a thousand stores
sell party supplies?

How many of them
rent helium tanks?

Should narrow it down
considerably.

And if we give half
to Munch and Fin...

When we're there, remind me to get
decorations for the twins' party.

I don't want to have to use
crime-scene tape for it.

You're way off on the face.

You know him?

There's this guy,
when he smiles...

it takes a real effort
not to flinch.

It might be him.

He come through
here yesterday?

I didn't work yesterday.

But if it's the guy I'm
thinking of, he was here Friday.

He didn't by any chance
get a helium tank, did he?

Yeah, that's him.

Could you get the credit
card receipt for me, please?

He paid cash.

You had to take ID on the
deposit on the tank, didn't you?

We have these cute little
mini-tanks now. He just bought it.

How regular
does he come in here?

Every few weeks or so.
Mostly for the seasonal candy.

We're one of the only places
that sells it year-round.

Seasonal candy?
You know, candy canes...

marshmallow chicks, chocolate
bunnies. It's right there.

That's what he gets,
the candy corn.

If I were him, with those
teeth, I'd lay off the sugar.

Thanks.

I want two men on that
party shop 9:00 to 9:00.

Nobody so much as takes a pee
break without somebody covering.

Benson.

Michael, hi.
I am so sorry.

Yeah, we have kind of a
cluster going on here, so...

Every day till the end
of creation. How's that?

I really can't talk right now,
so let me call you later, okay?

All right, thanks.

LUDs on that payphone
come back yet?

Not yet. Kath, you know, I do
know how important it is, baby.

But... Okay.

Yeah, I don't know.

Well, I'll give you a call
in a couple of hours.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Kathy now informs me
we've been working 36 hours.

I got something.

Tell me again everything
he gave Sophie to eat.

Cupcakes and fruit punch.

And candy corn.

I extended the parameters.
I got three autopsy reports...

with those exact same
stomach contents.

We got a girl from the Bronx in
'98, one in Brooklyn in '99...

and a Long Island girl
last year.

All three
were strangled.

All three were killed three
days after they went missing.

All three were found in water.

How did nobody
see the pattern?

All from different boroughs.

One of them wasn't found
for two weeks.

The M.E. put T.O.D.
11 days prior. The third day.

Sophie escaped
on her third day.

Six blocks
from the East River.

Kirsten begins her
third day in the morning.

I take it we're all staying.

Eight-year-old Rhonda Simmons,
abducted three years ago in the Bronx.

Raped, strangled and dumped
in the East River.

Body washed up
by the Navy Yards.

A year and a half later, we got Sheila
Wells, seven. Grabbed from Greenpoint.

Raped, strangled.
Sewer workers found her.

Back at it a year later. Kira Bly,
a nine-year-old from Manhasset.

Same M.O. Found her in the Sound.
Are we sensing a pattern yet?

He's accelerating.
Only six months...

before Sophie.
A day before Kirsten.

No DNA on Rhonda.
How about you guys?

Zero.

Water washes away all sins,
or at least all DNA.

Any other similarities?

All five of them are white,
between the ages of seven and nine.

All come from
working-class families...

described as
cute and outgoing.

Guy's probably a loner.

Impulsive,
socially marginalized.

Okay, is this a smart guy,
or is he just fickle?

He keeps changing
his hunting grounds.

I mean, are we dealing with
a salesman, maybe a mover?

Let's check out
the grab sites.

The first one
was in the Bronx.

Next was
the Brooklyn North territory.

Then he moves over to Long
Island and crosses to Manhattan.

He's moving
up in affluence.

His confidence
is building.

One P.P. again. They need to release.
I can't keep putting them off.

I'm not tipping
all of you.

Sorry, Captain.
We got a problem.

Brass wants
to go public.

Well,
it's their call.

Well, what we
give them is ours.

I'm listening.

Hold back the van.
It's our only solid lead.

The second it's out,
he'll dump it.

So he dumps it? We get a
whole van full of new evidence.

Or he hightails it out of
town, which helps us not.

Elliot?
Best-case scenario:

Someone sees him,
turns him in.

Release the composite.

Hey, who died
and left you Captain?

Lest we forget
the worst-case scenario.

Morning paper comes out...

and we get a deluge
of phone calls from whackos.

The woman turning in the ex
who done them wrong.

Neighbors turning in
the freak down the street.

Leaving us here answering
thousands of false leads...

instead of out there
finding Kirsten.

Or our guy reads the paper, he
panics, and he starts making mistakes.

This guy is ritual.

He starts with Party Day, next is
Picture Day, and in a few hours...

Kirsten begins
her Special Day.

Release the composite, a description of
the van, but hold back the time clock.

Who is that woman?

Mrs. Simmons, mother of one
of the dead girls.

Whose turn is it?

I'm sorry.
I know you're terribly busy.

It's fine, really.

It's just, they never had
a single lead.

I brought this
for you.

You should really keep that.
We've one in the file.

Not this one.

This is her
last school photo.

It came in the mail three
weeks after she was murdered.

I want it in your pocket
when you catch him.

Fin, I don't see latent
on the pay phone.

We didn't get it.

Well, when do you
plan on getting it?

When they're done.

Damn it, this place
is a pigsty.

You're the one
who said no janitors.

Oh, thanks, Olivia.
It's my fault.

I'm...
Pay dirt.

Crime lab report
from the liquor store.

Latent?

I got the LUDs from the pay
phone. A 911 at 8:02 p. m.

Prior to that, a 10-second
local call at 7:53 p. m...

to Mr. Saul Garner.

Let's go
wake him up.

It's 5:00 in the a. m.
What is this all about?

A phone call you got Monday
night, 7:53 in the p. m.

Monday? Wasn't home.

You look like you slept on
a sewer grate last night.

Where were you Monday?

On a date.

Yeah, we're gonna have to
have the lucky girl's name.

Why? I'm telling you,
I didn't get no call.

Lasted about 10 seconds. Just,
like, long enough to get a message.

Ten seconds?

Maybe it was a wrong number, or
my girlfriend checking up on me.

Either way, I wasn't home.
Nobody left a message. I swear.

I take it
the papers hit the stands.

Detective Tutuola.

Would you hold on one second? Put
down the paper. Pick up a phone.

The whacko on line one
or the psychotic on line two?

Don't joke. The next
tip could break the case.

Thank you. Well, that was
the psychic from California...

who didn't say
anything much...

about the killings, but did
predict that half of Manhattan...

would slip into the river
tomorrow. Earthquake.

You four,
put down the phones.

What do you got?

Crime lab ran the DNA on
Sophie through the data bank.

We got a cold hit.

How? We don't have DNA
from the other cases.

This sample is from
another body five years ago.

Sixth victim.

Bonnie Weathers, a 10-year-old
from Queens, Howard Beach section.

Raped, strangled, and dumped. River?

Abandoned warehouse.

Before he wised up and moved to the
water. That's why we got the DNA.

Corn candy.
If this was his first.

They usually start
close to home.

In their safety zone.

First one's always
the sloppiest.

Let's re-interview everybody,
starting with the cops who caught it.

I already talked
to their captain.

You want us to go
to Queens?

I live in Queens. You know
how long it'll take us?

Not as long as it's gonna take
them to get their asses down here.

Good point.

Damn it,
it's the twins' birthday.

I never picked up
their present.

Well, I think
you have an excuse.

Yeah, you come talk to me after
you cancel on Michael again tonight.

Tatum and Becker?

Did you hear something,
Becker?

Yeah, now you
mention it, I do.

Sounds like something
going right over your head.

Look, pulling the case file,
that was a boss-to-boss thing.

That's not how
I and my partner operate.

But we're here now because we know
the important stuff is not in the file.

You're right.
It's in our heads...

and we're just too lazy
to go out, pick the guy up.

I know that
we're on your turf...

and I would be prickly
about it, too.

That's why I had every
intention of coming in here...

and schmoozing and kissing
a little ass.

But we have got a ticking
clock, do you understand?

Now, my partner and I have been on
this case for three days straight...

and we're too damned tired
to get in a pissing match...

so I just need to know if
you're gonna help us or not.

What do you want to know?

You interviewed over 200
people in the Weathers case.

We don't have time to re-interview
them all. Give us a shortcut.

Who'd you like?
Nobody good enough.

Okay, at this point,
we'll take anyone.

Just your creepy average guys who
happened to be in the vicinity.

Janitor at the school.
His name was Phil Dartman.

Did he have bad teeth?
No.

But the guy who lived down
the street did, Clayton Mills.

If you're looking for
somebody with bad teeth...

my money's on this guy,
Joe Hayes.

He was dating the babysitter
at the time.

Did a stint in Attica.
Assault.

Good luck.

Joe Hayes?

Who's asking?

Detective Tutuola and Munch.
Do you own a white van?

No.

But I know
what this is about.

Really? Illuminate us.

You think I killed those girls on
account of that little Queens bitch.

He's a sharp one.
Did you?

I got the right to shut up if
I want to. I got work to do.

Doesn't look good. An innocent
man would want to clear himself.

I'm an ex-con.
I'm the one you go to first.

I didn't rape no
grade-schooler five years ago...

and I sure as hell...

didn't do nobody now.

It's Munch.
I need a 24-hour detail...

on a guy we're sitting
on till they get here.

Looking for a Mr. Mills.

Sure, Clayton works here.
Why?

Did he do
something wrong?

No, we just want to
chat with him.

Is he
a photographer?

He's a wannabe. But he
doesn't really have it.

Yet you still
keep him around.

He's available
when I need him.

Do you work with
the schools a lot?

Yes. It's my bread and butter.
Keeps me busy year-round.

Now, does Clayton come
with you to these shoots?

You know, he does the lights,
he lugs the equipment. Why?

That background look familiar
to you? Is this one of yours?

Yeah.
Clayton working today?

No, he called in sick.

Okay. Is this a current address for him?

Yeah. He rents a room
from an old woman.

He used the schools
as a hunting ground.

Mrs. Rapoport.

Go, go, go.

Nobody.

You guys?

We're clear.
Nothing up there.

Well, well, well.

Kirsten.

Today's paper.

Look.

We're too late.

Say hello
to Mrs. Rapoport.

She must have
walked in on him.

I guess Clayton
doesn't like surprises.

The neighbor said
the landlady took a junket...

to Atlantic City last Friday.

The day Sophie was taken.

It was supposed to be
a four-day stint.

She lost all of her money,
so she came back a day early.

The neighbor said that she
does this few times a year.

We thinking these the times
the guy struck?

It's the only time he
has the run of the house.

She's got four hours left to live. We
gotta track down family and friends...

Elliot, she's already dead.

This guy is on the run. You think
that he's sticking to a time-clock?

We proceed under the
assumption she's still alive.

You know that.

Proceed? What are we gonna
proceed to? What are we gonna do?

Get a few minutes of
rack time, both of you.

Take a nap. I'll let you
know how it turns out.

Screw you.
Screw you.

Now, that's enough,
both of you.

You got out
and get some fresh air.

Elliot, you talk to your wife. What?

How old are you guys
again today? Five?

Eight.

Eight? No, you're not.
You're eight?

You know something?

I think Uncle Munchie has
some pudding cups under the...

Yeah, you know
where the pudding cups are.

Hi.
Hi, baby.

I'm so sorry, Kath.
I got, like, two seconds.

We'll take them.

Did you get the...
Yeah. They're taken care of.

Good.

It's fuzzy and black.

It is fuzzy and black. I don't
think I have anything for you guys.

Bought you a present.

This is the best present
a guy's ever had. Thank you.

Elliot.
Got something.

Okay, I love you. Bye.
Bye-bye.

Fin just called in.
Okay.

Remember Saul?
Saul...

Last call from the pay phone
where Kirsten was grabbed.

Guy said he wasn't home, had
no idea who it could've been.

Munch and Fin paid a return
visit to his pawnshop.

Clayton needs to flee
and he needs traveling money.

Took a little arm-twisting, but he finally
admitted that Clayton called him back.

Okay, so Clayton's
going to the pawnshop.

He's afraid to drive into New York City.
He wants Saul to meet him in Brooklyn.

Beautiful.

The van is clear.

Delta 1 in position.
Delta 2 set.

We're all set.

We're good down here.

Copy that.

What's he unloading,
Barbie dolls?

Some old broad's got an attic full of
antiques and jewelry he sells for her.

The landlady
he bludgeoned to death.

Furthest stretch, I considered
he might be a thief.

But a kid-raping killer?
Not a clue.

You do anything to tip him
off, you're going down...

as a kid-raping accomplice.
Got me?

What if he shoots me?
I'll live.

He's not going to shoot you. Every
sharpshooter in the city is out there.

I don't see anyone. Every
building, every roof.

He's here. Don't talk.
Don't look down at me.

He's getting closer.
Saul.

Why aren't they
stopping him?

They need a few seconds
to close off the rear flank.

If he sees you talking,
he's gonna know it's a setup.

He's almost here.

Damn it, Munch,
shut him up.

Damn it, Saul.
Don't talk.

If your lips keep moving,
I'll kill you myself.

Saul.

Bring it over here.

Freeze! Police! Right there!

Let me see your hands! Both
hands out of the car, now!

Come on.

Clayton Mills, do not move.
You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Kirsten? Honey?

It's okay.

It's okay.
It's all over.

We're going home.

My client would like to
discuss the terms of a deal.

Your client rapes
and kills children.

The only deal he's getting
is a free last meal.

My client has disclosed to me
that at some point in the past...

he took the life of a young
girl and disposed of the body.

We already know that,
Mr. Mills.

In fact, we know about all
four of the girls you killed.

Five.

Apparently there's a fifth victim
whose body has never been recovered.

Four bodies puts a needle in
your arm. I don't need a fifth.

I bet the mother
would like some closure.

Tell me the girl's name.

That he won't tell me.

She was my first.

A perfect little princess.

Sweet as can be.

Give me her name.

Take the death penalty
off of the table...

and I'll shout it
from the rooftops.

I need you
to authorize this deal.

Counselor,
I am a public servant.

And the public
at large does not want...

this boil on the butt of
humanity living to a ripe old age.

Charlie, think of the mother.
I am.

And I'm sure that she'd
want to see him die. Maybe.

But she probably wants to know
what happened to her daughter, also.

What about the mothers of all his
other victims? They want him dead.

The city wants him dead.

Even protestors against the death
penalty want to see this guy dead.

You don't know all of the
other mothers want him dead.

Of course they do.

Mrs. Douglas.

This is Sophie Douglas' mother.

One of
Clayton Mills' victims.

Mrs. Douglas.
I am truly sorry...

about what
Sophie endured.

Thankfully,
she did escape with her life.

What do you think should
happen to him, Mrs. Douglas?

He raped her.

And he killed
her childhood.

I want him dead.

Look, it's more unbearable
than you can ever imagine.

I cried every second
that Sophie was missing.

I wanted to crawl out of
my skin.

Sometimes I didn't realize that I'd
be screaming at the top of my lungs.

I mean, not knowing for
three days nearly killed me.

I can't imagine this poor woman
going through that for years.

And letting it go on
for the rest of her life?

I mean,
I want him dead...

but you've gotta
help this woman.

Get him away.

Mrs. Lehr?
Yes.