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These are their stories.

Mom?
Mom, it's me.

I'm sorry. I know it's late.

I'm sorry you've been worried.

I need a ride!

I'm pretty far away.

Mom, I wa... I was attacked!

I was raped.

Yes, that's what I said.

21st and 7th.

No, I'm not okay.

This man, he drove
me to a vacant lot.

He pulled out a gun.

He told me to get out,

and then he did it.

He raped you?

Yes. He said if I told anyone,
he'd kill me.

Why did you get into his car?

I just got in.

You just got in?

Yes.

Why?

I sort of knew him.

I thought he was a stranger?

He was. We met in a chat room.

Oh, like on the internet?

Yeah. He seemed decent
enough by email and everything.

So you did know him?

This was the first time
seeing him in person.

We're going to ask you to work
with a sketch artist later.

I can do that.

So how'd you know it was him?

He said he'd be in
a beige Mercury Sable

and that he'd pick me up
at the coffeehouse at 7:00.

What was his name?

I only know his screen name.

The Yachtsman.

The Yachtsman?

I thought with a name like
that he'd be a gentleman.

It shows you
how wrong you can be.

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Law & Order SVU
1x18 Chat Room

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2000/04/14

16 year old girl named Karen Ray

gave us these drawings of a man
who raped and abducted her.

Abducted? What happened?

It's not a stranger abduction.
Not like that.

This is not the name
his mother gave him.

"The Yachtsman"... maybe we
should work with the Coast Cuard.

It's a chat room name.
They met online.

Right now, that's all we got.

I love the information super high way.

You can meet creepazoids from all
over the world without leaving home.

How's the victim taking it?

She was pretty shaken up last night, but
we're going to reinterview this morning.

By the time the lab
comes back with anything,

this guy could be halfway
around the world.

So we got to move
on this, people, and now.

I'd like to get into her computer.
It's the most direct route to this guy.

Yeah, it is. Raye lives
in Brooklyn with her mother.

You and Munch pick up the computer,
put a name to this Yachtsman.

70 million people on the internet...
every one a suspect.

You got into his car at about 7:00?

Yeah, around 7:00.

You checked into the
hospital after 11:00, right?

That sounds about right.

What happened before the attack?

- Did you talk to him?
- Sure.

What'd you talk about?

My school, my family.

I was pretty eager to meet this guy.
Stupid, isn't it?

You've been corresponding
for a while, right?

Email, you mean?

About three to four months.

Why'd you choose
last night to meet this guy?

We'd been talking
about it for a while, and...

online, I mean.

Last night just seemed
like the right time.

Who picked the date, you or him?

I did.

And why last night?

I thought I could get out.

Tuesday night is Mom's big night out...

choir practice.

So you just got in his car

and you drove around
for three or four hours.

Seems like a long time.

Yeah, well, not all of it was driving.

Some of it was just parking.

Okay.

Okay. You know what
I think we should do?

Why don't we just grab a car?
We'll retrace your route, and

maybe it'll help you remember more.

Did you mean go all
the places all over again?

Yeah.

Do we have to?

Karen, that's how we're
going to find this guy.

What time did your daughter
leave last night, Ms. Raye?

I dropped her off
at the library at 6:15.

When I went to check
on her at 8:30, she wasn't there.

You went to check on her?

I went to check on her.

I would've stayed the whole night
if I didn't have choir practice.

So you don't trust her?

No, I trust her,

but as Ronald Reagan said,
"Trust but verify."

She's at that age.

What age is that?

The age when she's
got a woman's body,

but the sense of judgment of a child.

Oh. Has she had problems
with boyfriends?

She's too young to have boyfriends.

I understand, but it's not unusual
for a girl her age to date.

Yeah, well, she doesn't date.

She's allowed to attend church

or school functions
as long as there's a chaperone.

And she's welcome to have a boy into
our home as long as he's a friend.

Has she done that?

No.

I thought the weirdo that did
this was from the Internet.

Just because she didn't know him,
doesn't mean he didn't know her.

Do you think we could
look at her computer?

I wouldn't have
a computer in my home.

The computer's over
at her father's apartment.

You're divorced?

We never married,

because when I was Karen's age

I didn't have somebody looking out
for me the way I look out for her.

Do you allow her to visit him?

I don't allow it.

He got a court order forcing me to
let her go there every other weekend.

And if that makes sense, you tell me.

Is this the corner
where he picked you up?

- Yes.
- Okay, which corner?

Right over there.

What direction was he driving?

This direction.

All right, you just tell us
where to turn, okay?

Make a quick left.

This right here is a oneway.

I can only take a right.

Well, I guess I was wrong.

Go right.

Are you sure, Karen?

I said go right, okay?

Okay.

Karen's a good kid.
She studies hard.

Is she an "A" student?

Were you?

As a matter of fact, I was...
except for the sciences and Spanish.

What about her computer usage?

She downloaded a lot of songs.

Did you monitor where she surfed?

Ah, hell, Karen knows more about
that thing than I do. What's to monitor?

She says she met her attacker online.

I know. / Would you mind if we took
your computer with us for a few days?

What?

There are a few naked
pictures on there, too.

They're not hers.

They're yours?

It's not porn or anything.

It's nudes...
women posing with big cats.

Lions, leopards, that sort of thing.

It's password protected.
She could never get to it.

I'm sure she never saw a thing.

This where it happened?

Yes.

A lot of people around.

No one saw you
or heard anything?

I don't know.
I was scared. I was terrified.

You don't believe me?

It's just like they say.
This is worse than the rape.

It happened right here and you
guys act like I'm making this up.

Karen, we're just trying
to get the details right.

But if there's something you're not
telling us, you have to come clean.

He put a gun to my head,
he told me to take my pants off

and he raped me.

And you guys don't believe me!

How did you get
my dad's computer?

Your father wants to catch
this guy as much as we do.

Okay, Karen, why don't you
wait for us in that room over there?

Debbie. We'll get you
a soda or something.

Right in there.

What is that?

That is leopardus pardalis,
commonly know as the ocelot,

posing with Bree Crosley.

Commonly known as Miss September.

It's just her father's stuff.

We were coming to the same
conclusion... there is no Yachtsman.

Then who's been sending her
all these highminded justifications

for MayDecember relationships?

- What's in here?
- A lot of derivative symbolist poetry.

Plus pictures, but they're encrypted
or something... we can't see them.

There's a tech guy coming over.
He says he thinks he can show them to us.

We read some of the things
that this guy emailed to you.

Oh, no.

He's a predator, Karen,
why are you protecting him?

I'm not protecting him.

He didn't really take you
to that parking lot, did he?

No.

You made that part up.

Yes.

Listen, it's okay.

We just need you to tell us
what really happened.

Karen, look at me.

Even though he didn't use force,

he still took advantage of you.

We can charge him
with statutory rape.

Those cases are taken
very seriously nowadays.

- Could he go to jail?
- Yes, he could.

What have I done?

I never met The Yachtsman.

What?

He was this guy that me
and my girlfriends used to email

as a joke.

Okay, so who were you with?

I was with my boyfriend Keith.

Your boyfriend?
Why'd you tell us you were raped?

Because we made love

and I didn't want my mom to find out.

She's totally paranoid
and she would've known.

How?

When I come home she makes
me undress in front of her

and she smells my hair.

She's a total fascist.

Please, please,
don't tell my mother.

She'll kill me.

Karen, nothing your mother
does or might do

justifies you filing
a false police report.

You understand
that's a serious crime?

I'm sorry. / All this time we spent
looking for someone who doesn't exist

is time that we didn't spend
trying to help women who were raped.

Now you think about them.

I'm sorry. What can I do?

First recant the story
that you told us earlier.

Then, tell us
what really happened.

Are you going to
arrest my boyfriend?

Why would we do that?

Because he's 21.

We should talk to him.

- What, Karen?
- Yeah, your girlfriend.

Karen Raye, right?

Is she in trouble?
Did something happen to her?

We're sorting that out
but she's okay.

Yeah, come on.

That's good.

How old are you?

Uh, 21.

How old is she?

16.

I know, the age difference.

But she is more mature than
any girl I've ever met in college.

Keith, trust me,

She's not that mature.

You know why we're talking?

No.

You ever hear of statutory rape?

Now you seem like a nice guy to me.

You like her?

Yeah.

You love her?

Yeah.

You don't seem too sure to me.

Look,

give it a rest.

A year, a year an a half,

you still think you want
to go out with her, hey,

you'll have no problems with me.

Yeah, I hear you.

Good.

That's it.

Thanks.

You know, the only difference
between here and robbery

is robbery victims don't lie.

It's not a waste of time.
Have you seen Yachtsman's letters?

I thought it was hot air. He didn't
really try to set up a meeting with her?

Well, not with her.

- But?
- We did a little digging.

He emailed her some photos
of himself. Take a look.

The man's face is blackened
out, but not his date's.

How old is that girl?

Not old enough.
Not nearly old enough.

I don't need to look at this crap.

It's evidence, Elliot.

How many photos were
on her computer?

Too many.

I guess he sent them
several times a day.

Every time I open my email,
I have messages waiting for me.

And they're always from Tina or Betsy
or Mitzy having something to show me.

Yeah, "Hottest teen site
on the Internet."

And they're just there
right when you log on.

If they are teens.
These sites, you can't tell their ages.

You don't even know
if it's the girl posing.

It can be a cutandpaste job.

They're being scanned
in from a Sears catalog.

And if we get them... / Dickie, Maureen,
Elizabeth and Kathleen do, too.

I know.

It scares me.

Honey, it scares me, too,

but I can't just walk into
a room and restrain the guy.

Why not?

These predators,
you tell me where they are.

I can't hear 'em. I can't see 'em.

But they're out there.

Honey, they're in here.

He's one of your internet users.

Clients. And we value
their privacy. I'm sorry.

We have reason to believe he may
have posed for sex pictures.

- So?
- With a minor.

I'm sure your other
clients would want to know

you're doing everything
you can to fight this problem.

Okay, what do you want
to know about this Yachtsman?

Where he is.

Just take a minute.

You can find out anything you want
about somebody from their email address?

Sure, once you're online,
we can follow you anywhere.

So much for anonymity.

Well, what happens
when you click on Amazon?

It says, "Welcome, Olivia Benson."

That's right, and that's
before you type anything.

Every time you click that mouse,

you're sending out personal
info on little things called cookies.

The Internet's like a gigantic tape
recorder that just runs 24 hours a day.

Okay.

Yachtsman.
His real name's Harry Waters.

Waters?

He likes to visit just about
every kind of sex chat room.

Underage stuff?

Yeah, but not exclusively.
He also visited mainstream porn sites,

programming sites, music sites.

What are the music sites?

Britney Spears,
Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees.

My daughter likes them.

Waters is about like any of our users.

For example, he also
liked poker and auctions.

What'd he buy at eBay?

Looks like...

panties... used panties.

He won seven panty
auctions in the last year.

That's disgusting.

Very disgusting.
You got his home address?

It's a work address.

So give us that.

Universal dot net.

Had their IPO right after we did.

Never liked the guy.

So why'd you hire him?

He was the best.
He's a really good programmer.

But?

After the IPO, we sprung
for this huge trip to Cuba.

- See a game...
- The Orioles.

Yeah! It was a big deal, and
Waters didn't even go to the game.

So where did he go?

He said he was sick...
something he ate.

So we felt bad for the guy.
Decided to get him some souvenirs.

We go to his room
to give them to him.

This little kid comes
out of the bathroom.

She says in English,

"You want good time, too?"

We get back to the States,
we'd look at him, think,

"What makes this guy tick
that a little kid turns him on?"

Fortunately he quit right after that.

You still have his computer?

- Yeah, you want it?
- We'd love it. / -Yes.

No one here would touch it.

He was like a contagion.

It's all yours.

- Who's this?
- That's him.

His computer hasn't been
touched for 10 months,

so we can forget finding
an address for him.

- But?
- But, check this out...

file names for pictures.

"Cirl Love," "Hot 14," "Horny Teen"...

He's got text filed called
"Diary," "Personal Email,"

"School Schedules,"

"Likes," "Dislikes"... each for
a couple of dozen girls' names.

We can take this to the DA...
stalking behavior,

illegal porn, intent to distribute.

- That's only if we had the actual files.
- I thought we did.

Only the names. It's like having an
inventory list without the inventory.

The real stuff is offsite,
like the other end of a phone line.

He's covering his ass.

Let's uncover it.

Whose phone line is he using?

718 area code, Brooklyn Heights.

Van Essian, Keith.

Keith. That son of a bitch.

I was just squatting his files in
my system. It's not even my stuff.

- It's your system, your house.
- And it's filled with kiddie porn.

- They're not my files.
- Doesn't matter.

Someone comes to me and wants
to store illegal stuff in my garage,

he's either my best friend, or
I'm getting something out of the deal.

- He's not my friend.
- No? What's in it for you then?

You're the one with the pictures
of her, and the emails,

and pictures of dozens of other girls.

I don't know how that got there.

Do we look like imbeciles to you?

They're just pictures.

They're not just pictures!

These are underage girls.

Terrified, drugged and getting
photographed without their permission.

You little snotnosed son of a bitch,

you're going to tell me
what I want to know.

Now, you got that?!

Are those your pictures or aren't they?

Yeah.

All right, now start explaining.

It started small.

This one girl... my buddy had
a falling out with this girl...

so he took some nude
photos that he took of her

and he put them up on the net
to get back at her.

And you did him that favor?

Yeah.

But what we didn't expect was all these guys
who emailed us asking everything about her.

What kind of guys?

Guys who saw the pictures,
got turned on,

and were willing to pay.

And thus, a business was born.

First it was just girls we knew,

girls we were dating,
girls we picked up.

But the money was big

and it was real.

So we started taking requests.

They go, "Get me a redhead," or

"I'm looking for a flatchested girl."

I don't know, these guys are freaks.

Yeah, but they got the money,
and you're their pimp.

I was... I was just giving
people what they want.

No, that's what I said,
you're a pimp.

For cyberjohns, you're a pimp.

Guys like The Yachtsman.

Yeah, him and others.

What about the money?

They paid in net cash.

They paid in credits on websites.
It's all untraceable cyberbucks.

That was the genius of it.

To muddy up the waters.

To keep the cops away.

Nice try.

Okay, so I'm going to
go over to Hannah's now.

Now?

- Yeah, I have a history test.
- It's next Tuesday.

Yeah.

She can come over here.

But she's an only child,
it's so much quieter at her place.

Over at her mom's or her dad's?

Well...

why?

Why do I want to know who's
going to be watching my child?

But I don't understand.

How do you know all this?

How do you know I have
a history test next Tuesday?

Have you been reading my email?

Well...

You have, haven't you?

I just wanted to find out if someone was
sending you things you shouldn't be looking at.

Of course they do!

I get at least 10 junk emails a day
and I delete them all, Dad!

What else have you gone through?!

Look, I know you think I'm paranoid,

Hello?

Let's just talk about this.
You can tell me anything you want.

This is going real well.

You want to read my journal, too?

No!

You have a journal?

Unbelievable!

This Yachtsman's got
a taste for naked pictures.

He and everyone else.
Number one search term on the Internet?

Sex?

Number two.
Number one is Pam Anderson.

Pam Anderson is well over 18.

Those pictures show girls
who are not.

They could be faked.

You know, Catalog pictures digitally
altered to make them appear naked.

Thank you, John, but I'd just as soon
hear him make his rationalizations in person.

Except we still don't know where he is.

Well, let's trace his email.

He's real sharp.
He reroutes his sessions

so it appears he's logging
in from a new location.

Kind of a hightech shell game.

Then let's make him come to us.

We know where
he goes on the net.

That we do...
teenager chat rooms.

And we know what he desires.

Yeah, Britney Spears,
only 10 years younger.

Well then, let's give
the man what he wants.

Yachtsman is on the air.

He's explaining to a girl named Marie
how to filch Prozac from her mother.

Talk to him.

Okay, my parents are so harsh.

You got him.

He says he, like, understands.

As if.

I wonder if some of these people
wouldn't have followed certain instincts...

But from the privacy of your home,

forbidden is so much easier.

He wants to meet in person.

Where?

A cafe in Chelsea, tomorrow, noon.

Excuse me.

Hi.

I'm The Yachtsman.

You must be Nicole.

Actually, I'm Nicole.

Let's go.

You can talk to my lawyer.

That's all I'm going to say.

What are you charging my client with?

Soliciting a minor.

I thought he solicited
a 48 year old detective.

A man named John Munch.

He thought it was a 12 year old girl.

How do you know that?

You'll get a transcript of his chat room
pickup lines in the discovery phase.

A chat room in which you and your fellow
"thought police" were participating?

But I suppose you were just working.

Excuse me,

could I have a word with you, please?

- Off the record?
- Sure.

Your client was discovered
by one of his coworkers

having a fling with
a 12 year old in Cuba.

12, Ms. Hammond.

The same people that
fired him told you that.

He wasn't fired, he quit.

And his computer is full of kiddie porn.

So I'm supposed to give him something
less than the best possible legal advice?

You have children, Ms. Hammond?

I have three nieces.

And I understand what you're
trying to tell me about my client,

but I'm not going to be remiss
in my duty as an attorney

just because you haven't
made a credible case yet.

It'll be credible to a jury.

She's going to argue that he knew
he was talking to an adult the entire time.

Role playing, fantasizing, whatever.

He solicited minors multiple times.

Flesh and blood minors!

These are someone's
children, for God's sake!

Don, I hear you,

but two years ago I didn't
know my ass from Windows 95.

Cyberspace crimes are
very, very tough to prosecute.

He is a clear threat to society.

I know, but we don't have a case!

"Altsexteens,"
"fatherdaughter lovefest,"

"The MayDecember league."

This is how Waters spends his time
and still Eastman won't file on him.

What does she want?

She says a jury might go either way

on the soliciting charge,
so she kicked it back to us.

I'll tell you what,
forget about the internet.

Bring me a victim
Eastman can put on the stand.

All we have is
what he's done online.

Except for his big date with Munch,

we have no evidence he ever
contacted his little friends.

Except for the panty auctions.

Whoa, whoa, what is this?

He bought panties
from little schoolgirls.

Perversion by mail,
he never bought anything in person.

Maybe he was more interested
in the return address than in the panties.

He bought three pairs
from a 15yearold in Queens.

Shipped oneday mail in
a plain brown wrapper.

We're looking for
a Doris Harrington. Is she in?

No. No, she's not, I'm afraid.

Are you her mother?

I'm flattered,
but I'm a grandmother.

Can I ask what you want?

Pedophilia, Mrs...?

Harrington.

You mind if we come in before
we all freeze to death, please?

- Hello, ladies.
- It's the police.

High stakes canasta, do the
Mashantucket Pequots know about this?

We're not doing anything illegal!

Did I say you were?

The vibe in here is
a tad touchy, Mrs. Harrington.

It's not easy getting old.

No ageism implied, but we need
to talk to your granddaughter.

We think she's in danger.

Did you read the warrant, Doris?

Doris?!

You're Doris?

Yes, my granddaughter's name is Elaine.

She's in school, I hope.

May I?

No! This isn't Russia!

Shut up, Betty.

Uh, well, you've heard of the, uh...

Beardstown Ladies' Investment Club?

Well,

we found our own niche.

I hope these are
your granddaughter's.

Of course!

We advertise used
Homecoming Queen undergarments.

- That's what we provide.
- Truth in advertising.

I'm sure "Parents" magazine will
award you their seal of approval.

This is the first time we've had
detectives on our campus this year.

We pride ourselves
on our security here.

Metal detectors can only go so far.

Which is why I've hired an outside firm

to conduct background
checks on every teacher,

every janitor, every cook.

That's a good start.

We conduct random locker searches
with drug dogs several times a month,

enforce a strict dress code,
ban all pagers, all cell phones.

How about the internet?

We make every effort to regulate
our students internet usage.

Like how?

Certain software blocks out certain sites,
but you know what kept happening?

Computers crashed?

One of our students was doing
a report on breast cancer...

could not access any site
featuring the word "breast."

Did you remove the block?

Our students are most important.

At their age, their bodies
are constantly changing.

It's weird, sometimes scary stuff.

But if one of our students
wanted to go on the net

and get some info
on their changing bodies,

they'd have to use the anatomical terms...

And the software locks it out.

So, we locked out the software,

which maybe we shouldn't have done.

Elaine, this is Detective Stabler,
Detective Benson.

They'd like to ask you
a few questions.

What did I do?

We just want to know if you know
a man named Harry Waters?

No.

Online he's known as The Yachtsman?

Elaine,

are you sure that you
never heard of him?

Do you know him?

- Yeah.
- Uhhuh.

How do you know him?

We...

we had a thing.

What kind of a thing?

Why don't we go somewhere
else and talk about it, okay?

Let's go.

This "thing" between you and Waters,
when did it begin?

I was just hanging around
the house one day when he came by.

What was he doing there?

He wanted to order more...

Panties?

Don't worry about that.

Your grandmother told us
that it was all her idea.

I thought it was goofy,

kind of funny.

But he was really nice.

He talked about his own daughter
who died in a car crash.

Okay, so he came
onto you like a father.

He was interested in
what I was doing in school.

What music I liked
and what I liked to do for fun.

Did he ever ask you
how old you are?

I told him 14.

Elaine, when did it become intimate?

September.

We met at the park by the fountain.

It was a Saturday, so there
were a lot of families around.

It was nice.

My own dad left when I was eight.

So then,

he took me to this...

beautiful restaurant on the river.

He made me feel like a princess.

Elaine, did he force you
to have sex with him?

No.

Not really. I mean...

he did stuff to himself, but...

It's okay, it's over now.

It was just...

the smell of him...

it just...

it reminded me of my dad.

Have we got anything
on this guy, or what?

He propositioned her,
but no actual sex.

Actual sex.

He flashed her, he perved her
in ways she's not even aware of.

Okay,

how about this:

He entered into an improper
relationship with a minor.

You just said no real sex...

according to her story.

He doesn't know that.

He doesn't know what she told us.

Captain, you're not suggesting
we lie to the poor man?

Absolutely not.

Role playing.

Fantasy, makebelieve.

That crap he's been pedaling
to us about victimless crimes.

I'll have him here tomorrow morning.

- Good morning.
- What's this about?

My client is not going
to answer your questions.

So you said.

Things change.

What things?

The 14 year old's story.

Different, isn't it?

when you see the real victim
and not some computer generated image,

but a real child with a broken heart?

At least, that's what the jury'll see.

- Where can we talk?
- Harry.

Now.

Let's start with statutory rape.

Then you get to the lesser inclusives,
which could include soliciting, sodomy,

transporting a minor across state lines.

- Transporting?
- She said he took her to the Jersey shore.

A nice outing.
Completely innocent.

If you go federal on this,
I'm going to trial.

We can stay out of federal courts.

How?

Give us the names and dates
of all his contacts with minors.

He had one interaction with one girl.

She's the first girl we found.

No.

He cops to one act with her,

he becomes a registered sex offender,
and he joins a program.

No, he does time or we're done talking.

Let me finish.

He does have something to offer.

Tempt us.

He says he might have the names
of other men with the same affliction.

What affliction?

Pedophilia is recognized
by the Psychiatric Board...

Come on now, spare us.

Elliot, hold on.

He's got names?

Other pedophiles?

Nine of them.
He'll deliver them in person.

How much time would
he serve on sex with a minor?

Up to five years.
More with the lesser inclusives.

- He takes the maximum.
- That's not a deal.

You let me finish.

We knock off six months for
every pedophile who's convicted.

Convicted?
What if you screw up?

What if the jury doesn't convict them?

Hey, then I guess he does the time
that he'd be doing anyway.

I'll talk to him.

How did you meet the others?

Well, a couple the old fashioned way.

Yeah, what's that?

There are certain things you say that

a child lover understands

that no one else would notice.

Such as?

All right.

Okay.

First of all,

say I see a guy
at a roller rink, my age,

but without any kids...
just a man by himself.

The way he's
watching the kids...

well,

you just know.

How do you make contact?

Strike up a conversation.

Maybe ask him
about a "G" rated movie.

If he's like me,
he's seen them all.

So you can relate
better to the kids?

Rapport is crucial.

Like getting their sympathy
with that phony story

about your poor little
daughter's car crash?

Yeah, I checked.

You're talking "Pocahontas,"
but really what you're saying is,

"Are you a pedophile, too?"

That's your term, not ours.

"Do you love children?"
Is how I'd put it.

God, I don't believe this.

You want into our world,
Detective, believe it.

Stop hitting the computer.

I can't get on.

That's 'cause I put
a child lock on there.

My homework's on this computer.

Okay, I'll take it off.

It's not working.

Do you know how to fix this?

Those child lock things are a joke.

That quick, huh?

Yes.

When are you going
to start trusting me?

I trust you.

Sometimes I bring
my work home with me.

Right now, I'm chasing
a guy out there in...

cyberspace,

who goes after little girls.

You know how I lock up
all the doors and windows?

Now they're coming in through there.

This is about fear.

This is not about trust.

Stop reading my email.

Okay.

I promise,

and I'm sorry.

Benson, Jeffries, and I will be in
the storeroom off the main event here,

taping and waiting until the bust.

Okay, what's the signal?

Flash the banquet room lights twice?

Great. Munch, Stabler, you'll be in
the banquet room with the guests of honor.

Where's the line on entrapment?

You're not advocating any crime,

just getting accounts
of crimes already occurred.

You can do or say anything.

What if they claim
they're playacting?

That's a risk.

We need names of the victims.

We need dates.

We need them to say
as many specific details as possible.

So we can follow up and
get additional witnesses.

The tape itself is not
going to convict anybody.

What do child molesters talk
about when they get together?

The shopping bag cam...
excellent!

I downloaded an hour of
"up their skirts" at the shoe store,

but the playground...

Hey, there he is.
You didn't finish that story.

You met him where,
at that convention or something?

- Harry and me?
- Yeah.

- "Holiday on Ice."
- Right.

I prefer gymnastics.

The girls are younger,
the outfits tighter.

The Swedish horse...
don't get me started.

You were with that little redhead.
What was her name? Astrid?

- Astrid Brooks.
- Right.

Sweet 16 and the
hottest babe I'd ever had.

And if I never hear her name again
I'll die a happy man.

Heartbreak?

She got her driver's license,

and that's when I learned
I was just a glorified taxi service.

Sally Ashton.

I had this girl Pauline, Pauline Drake.

All she wanted was beer
and "R" rated movies.

How bad is that?

She lived in Coop City, didn't she?

Yeah.

Astrid Brooks,

Sally Ashton

and Pauline Drake.

Let's give it a little time,
see if we get more bites.

I just want to thank
all you guys for coming out tonight.

It's always good to be
among likeminded people.

- To Greek philosophers.
- Hear, hear!

You know, I hate to
bring business into this,

but I have some product
in my car if anybody's interested.

You'll need a high speed
graphics equalizer to download it,

but I'm sure that's
not going to be a problem.

It's not for nothing, McClintock,

but those home movies you sold me looked
like they were shot by an eightyearold.

Alright. Put your hands
where we can see them!

- Okay, party's over!
- Up against the north wall, now!

- Now.
- Let's go, up against the wall, now!

Let's go, pal.
Slowly, but quietly.

- I'm FBI.
- FBI or NAMBLA?

Check my breast pocket.

Don't you ever badmouth my people
in their own stationhouse.

Better get used to it,

'cause when I tell
Langley how an operation

that involved nine
regional bureaus got blown,

your name is going to
be prominently featured.

It's spelled CRACEN.

And we were doing what we always do,
which is to take pedophiles off the street.

Four collars

at the expense of hundreds more

who right now are getting email
telling them the cops are onto them.

It's a hell of a lot
more than you did for us!

It was an undercover operation!

You were in my city
investigating sex crimes

and you didn't give me a heads up!

We're dealing with virtual world,
which is everywhere and nowhere.

But eventually you gotta put
real life cuffs on a real life perp!

It's not just you.

We were in Los Angeles,
in Chicago and dozens of other places!

It's for the right reason.

We wanted to bring
in the big predators.

That's why the bad guys
are running rings around us.

Why?

Because they're working together...

and we're not.

Butterflies.

Now, how cliche is that?

Delicate, shortlived...

And easy to catch.

Okay, the Brooks girl.

Anyone else?

Oh, yes, many.

The internet has opened
a whole word of possibilities.

Easy access.

No more trees to climb,
no binoculars to lug around.

You just peek into any little girl's
bedroom with a click of your mouse.

You see?

You see what?

You see why the children love me?

He's so cold.

So angry.

The kids from the bad homes,

the neglected ones
and the abused,

when they leave the social worker's office
with their anatomically correct dolls,

when they leave the police station,

they're in tears.

What's your point, Wallis?

When they leave me,

they're all smiles.

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