All language subtitles for Law and Order Special Victims Unit.S09E17

The following story is fictional and
does not depict any actual person or event.

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.

Welcome to HappiBurger.
May I take your order?

What you can take is a mop and a bucket
to the ladies room.

Poor kid's tossing her
cookies in there.

Thank you for your excellent feedback.
And you have a HappiBurger day.

Joel, we got a barfer in the bathroom.

Gee, thanks.

Highlight of my day.

"Joel, we got a barfer
in the bathroom."

Welcome to HappiBurger.

Would you like E. coli with your order?
How about a super-size of salmonella?

Please don't make me do it.

- Is everything okay in there?
- Help me.

- Trini, is that you?
- Help me.

The suspect and victim are barricaded
in the manager's office.

The door is reinforced steel,
so we're waiting for ESU to come boom it.

No one has keys? / Just the manager,
Dwight Lomax. But he's MIA.

You have an ID on the victim?

One female employee unaccounted for
when we evacuated...Trini Martinez.

Any contact with the perp?

Says he'll only open the door
for Detective Milgram.

Did you reach out to him?

One PP says there is
no Milgram on the job.

Police. Open up.

Detective Milgram?
Is that you?

He's on his way. I'm his partner.

Oh, thank God you're here.

I did everything you told me to.

(kylee322@nate.com)

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Law & Order SVU
9x17. Authority

(jinny_chang@lycos.co.kr)

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2008/04/29

Ah, is Detective Milgram here yet?

He's stuck in traffic.
He said to start without him.

That's all right. He already knows
what happened anyway.

Yeah, I don't.
So why don't you fill me in?

I was sitting at my desk
working on our team-building program

- when Detective Milgram called.
- What did he say?

He said that one of my employees
stole a wallet from a customer.

And the woman was at the precinct
filling out a complaint.

So I asked what I could do. He said
I should hold Trini until he got there,

so she couldn't hide any evidence.

So what'd you do?

I told her to get her thieving little butt
into my office, pronto.

I showed him I didn't have nothing
in my pockets but my lip gloss.

He got on the phone
and he told someone.

Do you know who he was talking to?

He said it was you.
The police.

And then Mr. Lomax put the phone down,
and he locked the door.

- For what?
- To search her.

Detective Milgram said she must've
hidden the cash in her clothes.

Or maybe she wasn't the thief.

Milgram said he had evidence
that she had the money on her.

He told me to pat her down.

He touched me all over.

I told him this wasn't right,
but... but he kept doing it.

Did he find anything?

No, cause I didn't steal nothing.

Milgram said I had to strip search her.

And you thought that was okay?

Well, he said I was acting
as an agent of the police, so it was legal.

I put on gloves.

He made me take my clothes off.

And he put his hands on me.

Everywhere.

I begged him to stop...
But... but he didn't.

I told the Detective she was clean,
but he said I must've missed something.

That I should hold her in my office
until he got there to do a proper search.

And it took you guys half an hour.

You strip-searched a teenage girl
and kept her naked

in your office for 30 minutes?

No, Detective Milgram said
she could keep her apron on.

You're an idiot.

I resent that, Detective.

After all I've done
to help the police department?

You sexually abused a girl because
a voice on the phone told you to.

I was just following
Detective Milgram's orders.

There is no Detective Milgram.

Whole thing was a scam.

Oh, my God.

Just following order.

That's the preferred defense of every
war criminal, from Reichmann to Milosevic.

Dwight's so thick
he got punk'd by a phone call.

- Oh, he's a victim of corporate America.
- Here we go.

You know, the franchise mentality
mandates conformity.

Employees are lemmings.You don't follow
the manual, bye-bye HappiBurger.

And you say bye-bye to Dwight.
He's looking at three to six.

What about this Detective Milgram?
He's the one who pulled Dwight's strings.

Stanley Milgram?
He's dead.

- You knew him?
- Not personally,

but the real Milgram
was a psychology professor

who instructed volunteers to give
electroshocks to screaming victims.

- Sounds like a nut case.
- Well, the shocks weren't real.

The real nuts were the people
frying their friends

because somebody told them to.

So what do we have
on this phone freak?

The phone call's a dead end.

They used a prepaid card on a payphone

at the public library in Midtown.

So maybe the library
has surveillance cameras.

Not a chance.
Librarians took on big brother

so wouldn't be able to monitor
what you and I are reading.

Trace the guy
who bought the air time.

TARU tried.

The card was one of a batch
sold at the Valu-Mart uptown.

They can't tell who bought
the individual card.

He's either really lucky or damn good.

Oh, my money's on good.

He's all over the web.
Check out this.

"I hate happiburger.com."

"Un-HappiBurger.
Share your horror story here."

All the postings are from ex-employees.

It's the revenge
of the corporate wage slaves.

Look at this.

"Beware of the Happihoaxer."

He instructs HappiBurger employees
to perform criminal acts

under the guise of a police officer.

He's hit fast food chains
all over the country.

A lot of them here in New York.

Why haven't we heard of this guy?

I built a database of every hoax.

Your guy's got
some predictable routines.

Yeah, every call came in
on a weekday morning

between 10:00 and 11:30

After the breakfast rush,
before lunch.

Managers would be less likely
to blow him off when they weren't busy.

Did you dump the phones?

Yeah, he uses a payphone and
a fresh prepaid calling card every time.

But Fin says you can't track
the phone cards back to the purchaser.

No, but he bought them all
at the same Valu-Mart.

Each card has to be activated
by a cashier after it's sold.

And activation is logged
by the computer.

So we know when our guy
was in the store.

And Valu-Marts have security
cameras over the doors.

I took the tapes, ran them through
facial recognition software

- looking for the same guy.
- You find him?

Yep.
The last six transactions.

Can you cross-reverence with
a credit card to get a name?

I tried.
He must've paid case.

Okay, freeze it.

Zoom in on that thing
around his neck.

I'll enhance it.

The last three letters of his name are
"o-o-k." He could be "cook."

At least we got a company logo.

"Aerodax Labs."

AERODAX LABS
15 EAST 53RD STREET
TUESDAY, APRIL 17

We have several hundred
employees, Detective.

We're only looking for one.

Merritt Rook?

I can't believe he's done anything
to warrant police attention.

Well, what can you tell us
about him?

Well, he's an audio engineer.
He works in the Aerospace division.

He's in the lab.

- Dr. Chang, where's Merritt?
- Out sick.

Yesterday too. And we really need him here
to run the high-frequency tests.

Well, we can take a house call.

We'll even bring him chicken soup.

Merritt Rook.

How can I help you?

You don't look sick.

When is it a crime
to play hooky, Detective?

Cuff me now.
Guilty.

We'll get to that soon enough.
May we come in?

Oh, certainly.

- Have I done something wrong?
- You tell me...Detective Milgram.

Detective Milgram?

I think you have me confused
with someone else.

No, we don't. You're the guy who buys
all those phone cards from Valu-Mart.

Yes, I do.

But I give them to the homeless
so they can call their families.

I know what it's like to be alone.

Did you use one of those cards
at the midtown library yesterday?

- No. I was out of town.
- Where?

Trout fishing in the Esopus River.

Season begins April 1st,
but we've been working every weekend,

so I took a little leave
of absents unauthorized.

Yesterday and today
I was gone, but I'm back.

Please don't tell my boss.

Can anybody verify
your whereabouts?

Wow, if I need an alibi,
this must be serious.

Fishing license.

Hotel bill.

- Do you have any credit card receipts?
- No. I never use credit cards.

Credit card companies gouge
the working man with their interest rates.

I ate every meal at the Daffodil.
Margaretville.

Just happen to have this, do you?

There was a waitress there
who was kind of sweet on me.

She wrote her number on the back.

Well, sure, honey, I remember him.

Real cute, even in
that silly fishing hat and waders.

And he was definitely there on Monday?

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

And I don't think he came just for the blue
plate special, if you know what I mean.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, the alibi checks out so far.

Fish and Wildlife gave him the license
on Monday morning.

So what about the hotel?

They're next.

Margaretville Lodge.
How can I help you?

This is Detective Munch of the NYPD.

I'd like to confirm if a Merritt Rook
stayed there on Monday night.

Certainly.
Please hold.

Your call is important to us.
Please stay on the line.

One of our representatives
will be with you shortly.

Where are we?

No, the guy we like was fishing
in the Catskills.

- For what?
- Trout.

Couldn't be.

A buddy of mine just went up there.
Couldn't get a permit.

EPA put a ban on angling after they found
chemical runoff in the rivers.

Thanks for holding.

Mr. Rook stayed with us
on Sunday and Monday nights.

Yeah, thanks.

Listen, I was thinking of going
on a fishing trip myself.

How are the trout up there?

They're biting up a storm.

We're in position.

Should be ringing.

Margaretville Lodge.
How can I help you?

Please hold.

It's stupid, detectives,

to think that I can get away with lying
to you about the fishing trip.

Then why'd you do it?

Well, Dr. Chang called me and told me
that you'd been by the lab to see me.

She knew that I'd called in sick.

And I didn't want her
to know the truth.

Which is?

I'm ashamed to admit it.

I was with a prostitute.

Your hooker have a name?

I didn't want to know it.

My wife died three years ago.
I miss her terribly.

Sometimes when the pain
gets really bad,

I go out and look for someone who
looks like Juliet, and I bring her home.

You screw whores
in your dead wife's bed.

We don't have sex.

We just sleep.

It's so comforting to have a warm,
soft body laying next to me.

And if I close my eyes,
for a little while it's like Juliet's back.

So the fake receipts, the business cards,
that little funny voice that you do...

this is all to make sure that you
won't get caught playing house?

Well, when you say it like that,
it sounds a little excessive.

I'm not buying your sob story.

I think you get your jollies
calling the HappiBurgers posing as a cop

and getting innocent guys
to molest young girls.

HappiBurger?

The fast food place?

Don't tell me, you've never even
eaten there in your life, huh?

No. Not in 20 years.
I'm a localvore.

What the hell's that?

It means I only buy organic,
seasonal foods grown by local farmers.

Agribusiness wants us to buy
shrink-wrapped,

pre-ripened tomatoes
flown in from Chili in January.

I wait and get my Jersey tomatoes
ripe in July.

- You must hate chain restaurants.
- Don't you?

I mean, all the processed foods
chemical additives,

and the insidious
advertising aimed at toddlers.

But obviously you didn't invite me here
to talk about the geopolitics of food, did you?

What do you think?

We can hold him
on obstruction for lying.

But it's gonna look like sour grapes
unless we can link him to the hoaxes.

We could try a voice ID
with a HappiBurger manager.

He fooled Munch
with his cast of characters.

Do you really think Merritt Rook
sounds anything like Detective Milgram?

What I need is proof
that he made those calls.

- I must be your fairy godmother.
- What'd you find?

Bank surveillance camera
caught a guy going into the public library

right before the call to HappiBurger.
Morales cleaned it up.

It's not a glamour shot,
but it's a decent likeness.

Lock him up.

The people versus Merritt Rook.

One count conspiracy to commit
sexual abuse in the first degree.

Where's the defense counsel?

I don't have a lawyer, Your Honor.
I'd like to represent myself.

You know the old adage?

Yes, that a man that represents himself
has a fool for a client... I do.

But I don't make enough
money to afford a private attorney

and I make too much money
to have a public defender.

So that's how I find myself.

The court can find you a lawyer.

Oh, some court-appointed hack.

A mouthpiece who will sleepwalk
through a trial

of a client who won't make him rich,
or he won't have the book rights for.

No, thank you.
Thank you.

Ms, Novak

Wants to add lawyer to his repertoire
of impersonation.

- The people have no objection.
- Merci.

Defendant will proceed prose.

- Bail.
- $250,000.

Okay.

You're supposed to make
an argument, Mr. Rook.

Why, Your Honor?
It sounds reasonable.

I thought you were broke.

I can put my apartment up as bond.
It's worth far more than that.

Fine. Adjourned.

I'm really looking forward
to working with you, Casey.

Yeah, should be fun.

Will you excuse me?
I have to go post my bail.

TRIAL PART 22
TUESDAY, MAY 22

Detective Stabler,
do you have any doubts that I'm guilty?

No.

And what qualifies you
to make this assertion?

I've been a detective for 16 years.

Have you ever heard of anyone
strip-searching and fondling a young woman

all because a voice on the phone
told him to do so?

Nothing surprises me when it comes to
what a depraved mind can dream up.

Isn't it a more probable explanation

that Mr. Lomax had the hots
for this young employee?

So he dreamed up this story
of a cop on the phone

to basically justify him acting out
his own sexual fantasies? Is that possible?

We have records proving a call was
made to the HappiBurger at that time

from a phone card you purchased.

Which I told you I give out
to the homeless.

And isn't it a known fact
that the homeless hang out at the library?

And given the mental stability
of many of the homeless,

couldn't it have been one
of them that made this call?

We have you on videotape
entering the library to make that call.

Are you sure?

Lieutenant Morales,

how do you enhance this image
from the original surveillance tape?

I ran the photo through a number
of computer matrices

designed to boost contrast,
eliminate shadow,

and heighten resolution
of the original image.

So your manipulated
the original image.

Yes, scientifically.

So... this is the original image
you manipulated?

Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

I don't know about you, but...

I can barely make out
who that is under that baseball cap.

I don't know... it could be me,
or it could be jury number four.

- It's not me.
- Me either.

Lieutenant Morales,

how do the computer matrices
that enhance a face work?

The computer uses an algorithm
of the physiology of the human face,

- and makes choices.
- By choices you mean guesses?

- Educated guesses.
- Right.

So I don't care how smart
your computer is, a guess is not the truth.

I mean, a guess could be you
or you... or you.

Or you.

You.

Or you.

I heard what happened in court today.

You know, it's shocking to think
how good Merritt Rook would be

if he had a law degree.

I understand why people rape
why they kill.

But I don't have a clue why
Merritt Rook play these games.

He's manipulative.

He gets off on making people
do things they don't want to do.

I went to grade school
with this kid, Doug Papillion.

He used to make other kids eat rabbit turds
by telling them they were raisins.

Did he ever fool you?

- No.
- Why not?

Because I would never
put something in my mouth

just because Dougie told me to.
The kid was a sadist.

And where's Doug Papillion now?

Last I heard he was selling
used cars in Toledo.

Still scamming people.

Sounds like he hasn't changed.

Did into Merritt Rook's childhood.

You might find an explanation
for his pathology.

TRIAL PART 22
WEDNESDAY, MAY 23

I'm a scientist.

I spend my days in a lab
solving problems.

Creating new technology.

Improving our lives.

But I have never been
in trouble with the law in my life.

I hate what happened
to that young girl in HappiBurger.

It's deplorable.

And like you, I'm outraged, and I want
the perpetrator brought to justice.

But it wasn't me.

Thank you, Your Honor.
That's all I have.

Ms. Novak?
You may examine the witness.

You've never been in trouble with law?

No.

I want you to think carefully
because you are under oath.

Maybe an overdue parking ticket, but...

Have you ever been arrested
before this case?

Never.

So explain this article to me
from the Hartford Tribune.

Merritt Rook, age 13, arrested
for malicious mischief,

trespassing, burglary, and arson.
It says you burned down a house.

I object, Your Honor. I was a minor.

That was expunged from my record.

You cannot expunge a newspaper
or their Internet archives.

- This has nothing to do with this trial.
- Malicious mischief.

I'd say it has everything
to do with this case.

I'll allow it.

So, Mr. Rook,

you just lied to this jury when you said
you'd never been in trouble with the law.

- Well, I can explain.
- Oh, I'm sure you can.

Where I grew up,
there was this abandoned house.

The older boys used it
to get drunk and do drugs.

They also raped a little girl there.
She was 11.

So I broke in.
I set their club house on fire.

Hoping that no more
little children would get hurt.

If they were committing rape,
why didn't you go to the police?

- I did, but they didn't believe me.
- Why am I not surprised?

Maybe because the son
of the police chief was the ringleader.

You know, you can check.

And you'll find out that he's serving
a prison for raping three women.

I had to stop them.
I didn't know what else to do.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

A doctored photograph,

and a phone card that I bought and
gave away as an act of charity. That's it.

Now I don't blame detectives
Benson and Stabler for arresting me

or Ms. Novak for putting me on trial.

They're just following orders.
Like sheep following a shepherd.

But we're all in danger
of being sheep.

Blindly following the herd,
never questioning authority.

It was the great American poet
Wendell Barry who said it best

when he was describing the perils
of bowing at the altar of conformity.

Your mind will be punched in a card
and put away in a little drawer.

And when they want you
to buy something, they will call you.

let you know that they want you to die for profit,
they will let you know.

So, friends, each day do something
that won't compute.

Ms. Novak will stand up here.

And tell you I'm guilty...
you must convict me.

Don't be a sheep.

Think for yourselves.

Find the inner courage to act.

Find me not guilty.

Thank you.

That was actually a really pretty speech.

And some of you are probably moved
by it. And I'm not surprised

because Merritt Rook, he's really good
at convincing people to do things.

Merritt Rook burned down a house
when he was kid,

and he claims it has to protect children.

And yet he's responsible
for the molestation

and terrible suffering
of a teenage girl.

Our evidence proves it.

He impersonated a police officer.

And right now sitting in court
he's impersonating an innocent man.

You are smart.
Don't be fooled.

Merritt Rook is guilty.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the sole count of the indictment,
the conspiracy to commit sexual abuse,

how do you find the defendant?

Not guilty.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Quiet, Mr. Rook.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
you are excused with our thanks.

- Great job, Casey. Great job.
- Back off.

Oh, sorry.
May I leave, Your Honor?

You may.

It's been fun.

Merritt Rook's quickly becoming a folk hero
for his anti-authoritarian views.

He joins us now fresh off
his successful self-defense...

Good morning.

Where the hell have you been?

I got up a little late.
I was up all night with the baby.

Colic is a bitch.

- You catch morning Joe?
- No.

Well, the Captain recorded it.
Merritt Rook's on.

You gotta see this.

- Hey, thanks a lot for being with us.
- Great to be here, Joe.

I'm gonna start by asking
the obvious question.

- What's with the sheep?
- You mean Elliot here?

You gotta admit,
Elliot's pretty damn cute.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
- Also I have to admit

you've inspired an awful lot of people
by what you did in court.

Well, I believe we should
stop acting like Elliot here

and start questioning authority.
I believe this button says it all.

No sheep.
I like it.

So let me ask you,

what's next for you, your sheep,
and your social revolution?

Well my supporters
are putting together a rally.

Let me guess.

Stop, stop.

- This guy can't stop himself.
- So let's go crash his party.

BRYANT PARK
FRIDAY, MAY 25

Listen up.
Listen up.

We are here to celebrate
the unexpected. / Yeah.

- We refuse to conform.
- Yeah.

- We embrace chaos.
- Yeah.

- We are not sheep.
- No.

Pillows?

Is everybody having fun?

Who wants to go back to work?

No.

All right, play on.

We could arrest Merritt for littering.

Yeah, and give him more attention?

Couple hundred idiots want
to spend their afternoon

having a pillow fight, let them.

You got Merritt all wrong.

You think he's innocent.

No, he made those calls,
but it was never about sex.

- What was it about then?
- The danger of obedience.

If you don't question authority,
you lose your humanity.

So terrorizing those girls
at HappiBurger

to push his agenda's okay, huh?

I don't condone what he did,
but I understand where he's coming from.

I'm a child of the 60s.

We thought that LSD and free love
was gonna change the world.

I spoke to Merritt today.
He just wants to wake people up.

With pillow fights.

Well we helped end
the Vietnam war with sit-ins.

And what war exactly
is Merritt fighting here?

- The battle against fast foods?
- That's nothing.

You should hear his tirade
against managed care.

So he has a problem with his HMO.
Who doesn't?

Olivia, his wife died in childbirth.
And the baby too.

- Was it medical malpractice?
- Well, Merritt thinks so.

Then why didn't he sue?

I checked during his trial.
He's never filed any lawsuits.

A guy who doesn't think twice
about making people suffer

is gonna let the doctor
who killed his family off the hook?

No way.

SAINT MARK'S HOSPITAL
263 WEST 58TH STREET
FRIDAY, MAY 25

Dr. Slifkin?
Oh... he's dead.

When?

- Couple years ago.
- How did he die?

Freaky car accident.
T-boned a semi.

Trailer took off the roof
and the doc's head.

I think he had one too many.
But the official word was break failure.

Come on over here.

Do you remember one
of his patients, a Juliet Rook?

- Oh, that was so sad.
- What happen?

18 hours of heavy labor
and her husband insisted on a c-section.

But doctor Slifkin thought
he knew better than a first-time dad.

So he blew Mr. Rook off.

Yeah. And then things went bad.

Juliet had a placental abruption

and Dr. Slifkin missed it.
She bled out and the baby too.

- Pretty big mistake.
- Yeah, it was horrible.

Mr. Rook lost it.
Said he'd kill Dr. Slifkin.

We had to call security
to escort him out.

I gotta run.
Premature labor on the way.

Now I know why Merritt
hates authority.

Do you buy that Dr. Slifkin's
car had break failure?

Merritt's an engineer.
He'd know how to sabotage it.

- Unless the doctor was just drunk.
- Crash into a semi?

There'd have to be an investigation.

I reviewed the autopsy.
Dr. Slifkin's BAC was .04.

That's tipsy but not over the limit.

But his liver was cirrhotic.
Your doc was an alcoholic.

So a drink or two
wouldn't have impaired him much.

So what about the car?
Any sign of tampering?

Nothing.
The investigation was pretty though.

Even reconstructed the crash.

Dr. Slifkin's car approached
the intersection at 30 miles an hour.

He accelerated to 60
and blew through the stop sign

just as the semi entered
the intersection.

Maybe he saw the truck coming
and thought he could beat it.

That's what the police thought.
Ruled it accidental. closed the case.

But I see a lot of suspicious MVAs
like this

so I checked with the doctor's
insurance company.

They never paid out.

- What was the reason?
- Suicide.

He left a note for his wife saying
he was killing himself to spare her.

Listen to this,�� Detective Milgram
won't stop calling me.

He says I'm going to prison for murder.

I never meant to harm that woman
and her baby. God forgive me."

Merritt pushed Slifkin to suicide

Justice for killing his wife and baby.

We dump the Doc's phones.
We tie the calls to Merritt.

That plus a suicide note...
we got him.

- Let's go pick him up.
- Oh, he won't be at home.

I'm on his website.

"Join us tonight at 10:00
at Grand Central for the most fun yet."

9:12.
If we hurry, we can make it.

GRAND CENTRAL STATION
FRIDAY, MAY 25

Doesn't look like anyones
being disobedient tonight.

- See Merritt?
- There's no sign of him.

You take the east side.
I'll go west. / Yep.

No sheep.
No sheep.

Elliot, meet me at the west staircase.

Got it.

Merritt Rook, you're under arrest
for the murder of Dr. Francis Slifkin.

Only this time, you're not walking away.

I was a sheep.

I let him slaughter my wife.

That doesn't give you the right
to destroy his life.

Police.
Get out of the way.

Police! Search warrant.

Clear.

Clear.

Place is clear.
No sign of Rook or your detective.

All right, where the hell
did he take her.

Got these photos off the security cameras
at Grand Central.

She's not resisting.
Why not just take him down?

Check out the next one.

She dumped her gun and cell phone.

- Fin's got them.
- Meet him at TARU.

Have him go through Olivia's cell phone
in case there's something on it.

Olivia disarmed herself
and went with his fruitcake.

He must've had a gun on her

she didn't want to risk Merritt
shooting civilians.

Merritt have a second home,
some place he could take her?

This place is it.

- Well, what about friends, family?
- The guy's a loner.

He just keeps to himself
since his wife died.

He close with anyone at work?

Dr. Chang.

He was worried she'd find out
he was with a hooker.

Why would she care?

We both liked to work late
when no one's around to bug us.

Have you two ever gone out on a date?

A couple of years ago.
One date.

He took me to a jazz club
where some friend was playing piano.

Halfway through the night he played
Lush Life and Merritt started sobbing.

Why?

He didn't say.

He just ran out the club
and left me there alone.

His friend came up
after, he said apologized.

Said he'd forgot he recorded the song
with Merritt's wife.

- Juliet was a singer?
- Yeah.

They met when he produced
one of her albums.

How did he get from the music business
into Aerospace?

He quit after his wife died
and he came to work at Aerodax.

Audio engineering's pretty much the same
wherever you do it.

Do you know where
he used to work?

Tone Down Records in Brooklyn.

Wow, that's very impressive.
I didn't think you'd make it here so quick.

Where is she?

I'm unarmed.

Put your hands on your head.

- Yes, sir.
- Stand up.

Over there.
Get over there.

- The gun is very persuasive.
- Right, don't move.

- All right, where's my partner?
- Wouldn't you like to know.

No more games.

Or what?
You're gonna shoot me?

Then I don't think
you'll never find her.

That's better.

She's in there.
Let me show you.

Liv.

She can't hear you.
Sound proof.

Also it has one-way glass.
She can't see you.

And that door is wired
with an explosive device,

so if you open it
both are going to hell.

Go ahead if you don't believe me.

Or I could use the detonator.

All right, what do you want?
What do you want?

Conduct a little experiment,
see how far you'll go to save your partner.

Liv, Elliot's here.

Do as he says, El.

Liv, you all right?

Elliot, please just do what he says.

- Liv.
- Shut up.

I'm in charge now.

So sit down and listen.

Sit down!

These are the parameters
of the experiment.

Olivia's sitting in a chair.

As you can see, it's wired for electricity,
250 volts to be specific,

delivered by this device.

Old sparky could give out
2450 volts to fry a convict,

so this won't kill her
but it'll hurt.

- The Milgram experiment.
- You've done your homework.

Except this time...

The shock's for real.

Now press the button.

- I won't do it.
- Then I will.

Stop.

That was two seconds.

If you refuse again,
it goes up to four seconds.

- And I double the voltage.
- Why are you doing this?

To teach you a little lesson
about power and authority.

You cops with your guns and your badges.
You think you can do anything you want.

- You thing you own the streets.
- I don't abuse my authority.

Oh, every cop abuses his authority.

Like the ones who didn't believe you
when you were a kid. / Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I was too scared
to stand up to them.

- You scared of Dr. Slifkin too?
- No.

This isn't about authority.
It's not about obedience or sheep.

You just want me to suffer
the way you've suffered.

You have no idea
what I've suffered.

I have no idea
what you've been through.

To lose your family.

I didn't lose them.
They were taken from me.

I knew something was wrong with Juliet.

I told him we gotta get the baby out.

And he said everything's
gonna be okay.

Yeah. He was the well-respected doctor.
Who am I to challenge his authority?

So I didn't.

I caved in, you know?

And I sat there...

And I held my wife's hand,
and I watched her bleed to death.

I put my faith in a little guy
in a white coat.

And he killed my wife and son.

Push the button.

No.

Push the button!

I can't do it.

No?

Why?

Too many people have suffered already.

Then you, Elliot Stabler,
are human being.

Congratulations.

You're not a sheep like I was.

You're a... man.

Thank you.

Don't worry about your partner.

The screams are prerecorded.

And this is just garage door opener, Elliot.

The door's not wired.

He said that he had a bomb.

and if I didn't go with him
he would detonate it in Grand central.

It's all a fake.

He faked it.

You okay?

Yeah.

- Where are you taking me?
- Central booking.

May I tie my shoe?

- Yeah, sure, go ahead.
- Thank you.

Where's Merritt?

There's no sign of him.

Merritt's smart.
He blew that building. He had a plan.

He went into that water cuffed.

He's dead.