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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.

That was a sweet-looking pass. Too
bad he couldn't break it for a TD.

Hurry up, boys, or you'll be late for
school. Imagine if we still had Keyshawn.

Has anyone seen Emily? I know,
but we'd really be smoking...

with both guys out there.
Excuse me.

Hold on a sec. What?

Where's Emily?
How should I know?

Well, didn't anyone
bother to wake her?

Not my responsibility.

Hurry up, Michael,
we leave in 10 minutes.

Emily?

Emily, come on, get up.

It's time to go.

Come on, sweetie. Emily?

Oh, my god.

Justin, come upstairs.

Emmy!

Emily!

Em!

Oh, my God!

Seven-year-old female admitted
with subdural hematoma.

Pappiledema indicates pressure
building for hours, maybe days.

Cause?
Blunt trauma.

I ran a skeletal
and neural workup...

discovered a fractured left femur,
healed approximately six weeks...

hairline fractures to the ribs,
bruising to the arms and pelvic region.

Vaginal trauma indicated sexual
abuse, so we did a rape kit.

Where is she now?
Neurosurgery.

Her chances?
Too soon to tell.

Who brought her in?
Her mother. Jamie McKenna.

And the father?
Out of town on business.

Oh, great. Eight-car pile-up
on the Triborough.

Overflow, five minutes out.
If you need me...

We'll beep you.

So, have a nice weekend?

I don't remember
having a weekend.

She was crying when I picked
her up from her father's...

but she's always upset
after her week with him.

She was fine when I put her to bed. Wait.
I thought her father was out of town.

No. My husband is out of town. Her
father is part of a time in my life...

I'd just as soon forget.

If we didn't share custody,
I'd never want to see him again.

Can we go now?

Justin, please.

I got a quiz in trig. We're gonna
need to talk to you, too, son.

How long will that be?

As long as it takes.

Oh, God!
Where is she?

You stay away from her!
I want to see her.

Just take it easy there, pal.
Who are you?

Detective Stabler,
who are you?

Emily's father.
What's your name? You got one?

Denny Corea.
How could you let this happen?

I left her alone with you. What
do you say we go for a little walk?

I won't let him
get away with this.

I won't.

Do you think
he did this to Emily?

He's always
had a problem with his anger.

But ever since I married
Randall, it's gotten worse.

I know Denny hates me, but why
take it out on an innocent child?

All afternoon she watched
The Lion King.

I cooked her a quick dinner and
then her mother picked her up.

Okay, what time was that?
About 6:00.

It's Jamie's week to have her.

You know, I should have never
let her go back to that house.

Yeah, why not?

Because he touches her.

Okay. Who's that?

The animal Jamie married,
Randall McKenna.

Your daughter tell you that?

She didn't have to.

I saw the bruises.

When I asked her
what happened...

she just started to cry.

You report him?

Of course I reported him.

But Jamie told the case
worker that it was me.

Okay. Why would she do that?

Because she wants Emily
all to herself.

Even if it means hurting her?

Jamie wants what she wants,
no matter who it hurts.

It's your basic "he said, she said"
with a twist. Mother blames the father.

Father blames the stepfather.
What do the doctors say?

Abuse is long-term, but the head injury
occurred in a 10 to 24-hour window...

prior to admittance. Looks
like she was molested, too.

Rape kit turned up a hair and
a nylon bristle embedded...

in abrasions to her backside.
From what?

Lab's working on it.
If the girl was good...

when her mom put her to bed, it
had to be someone in the house.

Not necessarily.
The bleeding was internal.

It could have been hours
before the symptoms showed.

What do we know
about the father?

Denny Corea,
age 32, Cuban immigrant...

did time in '93 for robbery and
assault. He's now working as a cook...

at the Greenbriar School.
The same school Emily attends.

And the husband?

Randall McKenna, 40-ish...

investment banker with a Wall Street
firm. Has one son with Jamie and one son...

from a previous marriage.
Both boys were home...

but the younger one is
learning disabled, non-verbal...

and the older one, Justin,
who's 15, couldn't add much.

What about Randall?

Still in D.C. on business.

Which brings us back to Desi.

So how's a society chick hook up
with a fry cook in the first place?

In rehab. Jamie was kicking an
amphetamine habit and Denny...

was teaching a dance class
at the time.

Jamie got pregnant
and her mother...

demanded the clinic fire Denny, or
else she'd have their license revoked.

Well, she's got the juice.

Jamie McKenna's mother
is Lois Huntington...

chair of the Avery
Huntington Foundation.

Widow of the late ambassador.

Benson, Stabler,
pay a courtesy call.

Get some background
on the custody issue.

You two visit ACS, see if any
of the prior charges fit the M.O.

That Huntington money buys a lot of
friends, so let's get this moving...

before those friends put my
number on their speed dialers.

You're saying Denny Corea
raped Jamie?

I'm saying she was vulnerable and he
took advantage of that vulnerability.

But you supported the agreement
that awarded him custody.

Jamie was in no condition
to care for a sick infant.

I tried to convince her
to abort.

The drug abuse, did that
start at an early age?

You make her sound
like a common junkie.

They were prescription drugs.
Diet pills.

So she had a weight problem?
A discipline problem.

She was an only child,
and her father indulged her.

When he died, she indulged
herself. Were they close?

She was Daddy's little girl.

And she took full advantage.

She finally became so incorrigible
I sent her to boarding school.

And how old was she
at the time?

Eleven. I wish I could say
that it helped.

At least the pregnancy
brought her to her senses.

She straightened up and
she made a life for herself...

and she wanted to share
that life with Emily.

Did her husband support her
decision to sue for custody?

Completely.
And he paid the price.

The day after she filed, Denny
broke three bones in his face...

and threatened to kill him.

What did Randall do?

Against my advice,
he offered Denny a deal.

He wouldn't file charges if Denny
would agree to give up the child.

Denny agree?

He has until Friday
to sign the papers.

I actually hope
the vile creature refuses...

and he gets the full measure
of what he deserves.

Our first contact with Emily
was in April of 1994...

when the hospital
called us in.

The baby was very sick, and since Jamie
was struggling with her own addiction...

custody was granted
to the father.

Even though he had a record?

A prison record doesn't
terminate parental rights.

How did Jamie's mother
react to the arrangement?

Mrs. Huntington was
the driving force behind it.

In fact, she used her connections
to push through the paperwork.

And when did Jamie start
challenging that arrangement?

About a year ago.

That's when
the abuse charges surfaced.

We investigated, but we couldn't find
sufficient evidence to pursue a case.

Broken bones
ain't sufficient enough?

Normal childhood mishaps.

And how would you characterize
this latest "mishap"?

We followed procedure.

And that lets you
sleep at night?

I haven't had a good night's
sleep in 10 years.

Denny works three shifts
in the kitchen.

And still finds time to join
Emily's class for story time.

He tells such wonderful stories
about his childhood in Cuba.

Yet you filed an abuse report
with ACS.

I'm required by law
to report any injury...

even those that could be
attributed to simple stress...

or prepubescent clumsiness.

Which of the above
caused a broken leg?

Emily said she fell when she
was learning to ride a bicycle...

that her father bought her
for her birthday.

You don't think
she was abused?

I don't think
her father was responsible.

Why not?

I have known Denny
for six years.

And, in all that time, I've never
even heard him raise his voice to her.

Is there any other adult who had
regular or prolonged contact with her?

Henry Abidin.

He's the minister for protocol
for the Brunei Mission.

He's a friend of the school. And he's
taken a special interest in Emily.

How special?

Well, he reads to her, he takes her
to dance class and to the theater.

But he loves the child
and she loves him.

No offense, Miss Dunlap.

But kids don't always come
straight with their teachers.

Is there anyone else, a friend,
classmate, who she was close to?

Well, there is a little girl
named Jennifer.

They're always together,
they're like sisters.

Hi, Jennifer.

Hi.

I'm Detective Munch.

That's a funny name. Munch.

You think that's funny?

I guess if I ever have kids I
have to call them "munchkins."

Could we talk about
your friend Emily?

It's not nice to talk
behind people's backs.

That's true.

But I think it would
be okay just this one time.

You know, Emily's hurt
and we're trying to help her.

You want to help her, too,
don't you?

Yeah.
Good.

She ever talk to you
about her friend Henry?

He's nice. He takes her to shows
and buys her toy animals and stuff.

He makes everybody laugh
with his funny songs.

How about her daddy?

She said he was mad.
How come?

Well, her mommy was trying
to take her away.

She say anything else
about her daddy?

She said they were
going on a trip.

Where?

It's a secret.

It's okay, we're her friends.

They said they were going
to Cuba. That's an island.

Sure is, honey.

I have a Barbie with hair
that grows. You wanna see it?

Maybe later.

Fin and I have to
help Emily now.

But thank you
for talking to me.

You're welcome.

Can I go now?
Sure.

I'll check the airlines.
Good.

Can you move?
If you get me a forklift.

Denny Corea's
looking like a real hothead.

Put Randall McKenna in the hospital
day after Jamie filed for custody.

He's got until Friday
to choose between jail time...

and signing away his kid.
What's the matter with you?

Injured in the line of duty.
Yeah, now I'm a pain in my own ass.

But, enough about me.

One of Emily's friends told us
about a trip Denny was planning.

A buddy in customs checked the
manifest for flights to Cuba...

and guess what he found?

Two tickets in Denny and Emily's name
departing for Cuba via Quebec this Friday.

One-way.

Well maybe it's time we brought
Mr. Corea in for a little chat.

I just wanted to
get her away from him.

Children's Services wouldn't believe
me. I didn't know what else to do.

Well, smacking Randall around
didn't exactly bolster your case.

I wanted to talk to him.
He is a father.

I thought I could shame him
into leaving my daughter alone.

By rearranging his face?

He pushed me, okay?
It happened so fast.

Is that what happened
with the store clerk?

I don't understand.

A few years back.
The convenience store?

You did time for beating him
to a bloody pulp.

He tried to shoot me.

Because you were robbing his store.
I was hungry. I just defected.

The government says, "Welcome to
America, goodbye and good luck."

Denny, that is a very sad story.
But if you're such a victim...

why is it that everyone else
winds up getting hurt?

You are twisting everything.
Like you did with Emily?

You twisted her little leg
until it broke?

I would never
hurt my daughter.

I'm sure you never meant to. Like
you never meant to hurt Randall...

or the store clerk.
Or Jamie.

Please!
Denny, now come on.

It's time to come clean here,
all right?

For Emily's sake.

It's just time to do the right
thing. We wanna help you...

but you gotta
tell us the truth.

Guys. Got a minute?

What the hell, Captain?
He was about to pop.

I just talked to the lab.
Denny's not our man.

What?

Blood type doesn't match the
hair sample from the rape kit.

With Denny out of the picture we
need to reassess our profile...

so I've asked Dr. Skoda here
to lend us a hand.

This one's tough.

The molestation occurred in
such a complex social matrix...

English, please.

Child abusers are generally
adept at manipulating emotions...

and shading perceptions.

But in this case,
the abuser had to contend...

with two separate
social and familial groups...

one of which presumably
offered a safe haven.

That requires some
finely tuned social radar.

Well, if he's so finely tuned,
why go after a kid?

It's not about intimacy.
It's about displaced rage.

Rage over what?

Sexual inadequacies,
abuse in his childhood.

So someone
with low self-esteem.

Yeah.

But that's where
the profile gets tricky.

The same insecurities that drive him
to aberrant behavior in one area...

can also drive him
to excel in another.

So, he could be, whatever,
head of a Fortune 500 company.

I guess Randall McKenna
moves to the top of the list.

You said he was out of town.

Yeah. Well, I called his
office to schedule an interview.

Found out his plane didn't
leave until 7:00 Monday morning.

Didn't Denny say something about a friend
who took Emily to go see The Lion King?

Yeah. Henry Abidin. Minister of
protocol for the Brunei Mission.

Well, we may run into
a diplomatic brick wall...

but see if he's
willing to talk.

I assume your meeting
is on the books?

Yeah. Done. Out.

Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but I
have a meeting at 30 Rock in 40 minutes.

Yeah, well, take five, we'll
be out of your hair in no time.

I'm sorry.

Look, it's been a hard couple
of weeks. How can I help you?

Just a little history. You
and Jamie have been married...

for what, three years?
Yeah.

How'd you two hook up?
Her mother was a client.

She introduced us at a party.
Were you still married...

to your first wife at
the time? Separated.

So Jamie's pregnancy
only hastened the inevitable.

Michael's four.
We did the math.

Is there a point to this conversation?
Where were you Sunday night?

I was here, then at home. Why?

Spend any quality time
with your stepdaughter?

What are you driving at?

Denny Corea says
you've been molesting her.

And you believed him?
Look what he did to me.

He also said that you tried to
blackmail him into giving up custody.

I offered him an opportunity
to avoid prison.

And to close off any further
investigation. Oh, this is nuts.

You had access.

She slept in the next bedroom.

I thought Denny
was your primary suspect.

Blood analysis excluded him.

And now you're scrambling
to cover your ass.

Of course, you could help expose
our better halves by offering...

up a sample of your own.

You've already insulted me.

I'll be damned if I will
allow you to invade my privacy.

We'll get a court order
to compel you.

Well, then, I guess from now on
you'll be talking to my lawyer.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I'm already late
for my meeting.

Right this way, gentlemen. The
minister will be right with you.

I got one of those hanging
from a rope in my shower.

Only mine's got
a spring-fresh scent.

Sorry to keep you waiting,
gentlemen. Henry Abidin.

Odafin Tutuola.

Oh, Tutuola.
"The gentle one."

You know Yoruban?

In my business, one tends
to know a little about a lot.

John Munch.
Romanian, "the handsome one."

I assume your visit
concerns poor Emily.

Yes, it does.
Her grandmother told me.

You know Lois Huntington? No, we
met while Avery was still alive.

In fact, it was she
who first suggested...

The Greenbriar School might
be a potential beneficiary...

of the royal family's
charitable interests.

Were you aware that her
granddaughter was a student there?

Yes.

But the fact that Emily proved
to be such a delight...

was an unexpected bonus.

You took her to
a show on Sunday.

The matinee of The Lion King.

Where did you go after that?

I brought her home to her father.
I don't suppose you have anyone...

to corroborate your whereabouts
between the show and home.

As a matter of fact,
her grandmother joined us...

at the theatre
and my driver drove us.

Grandma's a regular
on these field trips?

She is.

Emily's father's
in sync with that?

Considering the animosity
between him and Lois...

we felt it best he not know.

Any other secrets
you wanna tell us?

Gentlemen, I know it's
your job to be suspicious.

But that little girl won my
heart with her joyful spirit.

And I'll do whatever I can to see
to it the person responsible...

for dimming that spirit goes
to jail for a very long time.

What, more questions?
Yep.

What time did your dad leave for
the airport on Monday morning?

I don't know,
I was asleep.

Okay, can you tell us what time
he came home the night before?

I don't know, I was asleep.

Hear any noises during the
night? Just him and Jamie arguing.

Yeah? Over what?
What else? Emily.

Why?

I don't know. I put my headset
on so I didn't have to listen.

They argue a lot?

All the time. It's why
he never comes home anymore.

Hey, Justin!

We done?

For now. Yeah.

So, what have we got?

Henry Abidin waived...

his diplomatic status and agreed to
submit a blood sample for analysis.

And Randall McKenna?
Heard from his lawyer.

He's fighting. Odd choice
for a loving stepfather.

Family's like a jigsaw puzzle.
Nobody gives you the whole picture.

Well, let's look at the pieces we've got.
One suspect eliminated, one cooperating...

and one hiding
behind his lawyer.

Picture's getting clearer.

What's the status
on the court order?

Cabot's meeting with Judge
Petrovsky in the morning.

And the little girl?
Still in a coma.

Well, let's all say a prayer this
doesn't turn into a murder case.

Sad as it sounds, she's probably
safer in that hospital bed...

than she's ever been
in her own.

Hospital X-ray tech,
report to 5 East.

Investigating officers
believe...

the head trauma
is an extension...

...of an ongoing
pattern of abuse.

Blood analysis has excluded her father
and Mr. Abidin from the suspect pool...

leaving only Mr. McKenna
with access and opportunity.

There is not a shred of solid evidence
linking my client to the crime.

Mr. McKenna refuses to
submit a sample for analysis.

They haven't established
exclusive opportunity.

We can provide a detailed
timeline of Emily's whereabouts...

during the 24 hours prior to
her admission into the hospital.

Mr. McKenna has
a clear window of access.

Can your client account for his
whereabouts during this window?

He was home, your Honor,
with his family.

Not to be redundant, but
that's precisely our point.

A point well-taken.

I hereby order your client
to present himself...

to the medical examiner by 10:00
a. m. tomorrow, Mr. Woodrow...

or he will find himself
in contempt.

Hey, Alex. We heard
that Randall McKenna...

didn't bother to show up
to his own hearing.

Why should he?

His lawyer's already on his
way to appeal the ruling.

Did he have grounds?

No, but Woodrow's got to blow
some smoke to earn his retainer.

End of the day,
I'm sure we'll prevail.

Olivia, I want you
to put a tag on Mr. McKenna.

If he is one minute
late to the M. E...

I want him
arrested for contempt.

Yeah. Thanks, John.

There's no need for that tag.

Randall McKenna is in critical
condition at Mercy General.

What happened?

According to Munch...

cerebral hemorrhage
due to blunt force trauma.

Somebody beat
the hell out of him.

I haven't seen Denny
since yesterday.

He's usually working...

or looking after
that sweet little girl of his.

Did he seem upset or agitated
when you saw him?

Huh?

Did he seem upset?

You don't have to shout.

He was worried
about his daughter.

He said her mother
married a bad man.

Is Denny in trouble?

That's what we're trying
to find out, Mrs. Fergus.

Yeah?

That was Benson.
They picked up Denny...

trying to sneak into the
hospital to see his daughter.

Hope he said his goodbyes.

A bloody T-shirt and a witness
who puts you at the scene.

Not to mention a set of knuckles
looks like you've been shadow boxing...

with a concrete wall.

We can wait for Randall
to regain consciousness...

but we thought you might want us to
hear your side of the story first.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

Okay. Go on.

Friday's the deadline...

he set for
signing the custody papers.

I couldn't hand
my daughter over...

to the man
who was molesting her.

Jamie said I broke the deal...

and Randall
was pressing charges.

For the assault.
Yes.

I went to his office
to see if we can talk.

But the guard
stopped me at the lobby.

So I waited for him
by the car.

For how long?

He didn't come out
till almost midnight.

When he saw me...

he started yelling...

saying that if I
didn't leave him alone...

he was gonna
charge me with harassment.

What did you do?

I begged him not to do this.

I mean, with my record,
you know, I could be deported.

So, he listen?

He laughed.

He said that Jamie's mother...

knew people
at the State Department.

That I was already
as good as gone.

And then what?

Next thing I know...

I was on top of him...

hitting him again and again...

until I realized that...

he wasn't moving anymore.

I found a pay phone,
I called 911.

I went home.

And I changed my clothes.

I wanted to see my daughter
just one more time, you know?

Before I turned myself in.

So.

What happens now?

It's hard to say.

You did a real number
on him, Denny.

No worse than
what he did to my baby.

He should have
let the system work for him.

His experience with the system
hasn't exactly been encouraging.

Hardly an excuse.

I'm just saying,
"What if it was your kid?"

Okay. Thanks.
That was the lab.

We got a make
on the nylon bristle.

Traced it to a plant in Akron
that manufactures hairbrushes.

So that hair sample in the
rape kit came from a brush?

And it doesn't
belong to Randall.

DNA doesn't match.

Denny stomped the wrong guy.

He was
in the right neighborhood.

Preliminary analysis tagged
someone in Randall's bloodline.

I don't understand.

I know. I'm sorry, Jamie...

but these detectives have a job
to do. But we're the victims here.

My husband, my daughter.
Haven't we suffered enough?

Yes, and I know it's hard. But why don't
we just go downstairs for a minute. Okay?

Hey, what the hell
are you doing? That's mine.

None of this
would be happening...

if that bitch hadn't sucked
my dad into her crappy life.

That go for Emily, too?
All she does is cry.

I bet that gets on your
nerves? Damn straight.

That why you let her have it?
Have what?

Come on, Justin, we know you
hurt her. I didn't touch her.

Well, then, who did?
I don't know. Maybe she did.

Who is she?
The bitch.

With your hairbrush?

All I know is, everything
was fine until she showed up.

Now it all sucks. Why can't they
both just go away and leave us alone?

Sometimes I'd
come home to find her...

in her room crying, and Justin
just standing there watching.

I knew he resented the
attention Randall gave her...

but I never dreamed
he was hurting her.

He said that you and Randall
argued about her.

If we argued at all, it was about
Justin's attitude toward Emily.

Was Justin alone with her
the night she was injured?

After I put Emily to bed,
I took Michael...

to the drug store to refill
his asthma medication.

The line was so long, it
took us an hour to get home.

And where was your husband?

At the office. He
didn't come home until late.

I looked in on her
before I went to bed.

She looked so peaceful.

I thought she was sleeping.

How could I be so blind?

The lab scored a direct DNA hit
with the hair from Justin's brush.

Could explain why his father
didn't want to give a sample.

Why?
Do you think he knew?

Might have suspected.

Where are we with the boy?

He's one angry kid, but he
isn't ready to give it up.

What do you say we toss him
in a cell for a while...

see if that
doesn't take the edge off?

Are you sure there's
nothing else I can do?

I can write out my statement, if
you'd like. No, that's all right.

We've got it all on tape...

and we can take care of the
paperwork in the morning.

Okay. Thank you.

Good night.
Good night.

She seems
almost disappointed.

Her husband may never walk,
her daughter's in a coma...

her stepson
is going to jail...

and her ex-boyfriend's
facing deportation.

She's not disappointed, Munch.
She's numb.

You don't look convinced.

It's the small things.

For example, if Emily had been
showing abuse symptoms for months...

how come we haven't turned up
a single hospital record?

Then there's this.

It's an interesting idea
for a key chain.

Found it in Emily's room.
Who's Erica Smith?

Nobody at Emily's school
or dance class has any idea.

Think there's
something to it?

One way to find out.

There it is, Erica Smith,
admitted on May 20th...

complaining of
vaginal bleeding.

A day before the school
filed its abuse report.

The attending prescribed
an antibacterial ointment...

and the girl was sent home.
Didn't anyone here suspect abuse?

The ACS was notified, but we never heard
from the mother or the agency again.

You got a home address?
Yeah. Right there.

If that's her address, she's living
in the middle of the East River.

You thinking what I'm
thinking? We've been had.

We checked the X-rays and blood
type from the medical records...

against Emily's,
and they're one and the same.

We also found matches at four
separate clinics and hospitals.

In each case, she used a
different alias and paid in cash...

so there'd be no paper trail.

She could have
been covering for her husband.

Or Justin.

We've been assuming the attacker
is male because of the sexual abuse.

But suppose
it was Jamie all along.

It's possible these injuries
aren't even sexual.

It's an interesting tactic.

Abuse the kid,
pin it on the ex...

Dad goes to jail,
Mom wins custody by default.

And if her daughter
dies in the process?

Bonus.
Excuse me?

The kid is nothing more
than a means to an end.

Which is?

Attention. Sympathy. Love.

People who've
suffered abuse in childhood...

tend to repeat the pattern
with their own children.

This is an extreme case
because of the rage.

But, in the end,
she's just wrapping herself...

in the warm
cloak of victimhood.

Yeah, but if she's looking for
sympathy, why use the aliases?

To control the outcome.

Rape kit analysis would have
excluded Denny from the get-go.

Leaving her
without a scapegoat.

Till Justin showed up.

Justin, we know this is
a pain in the ass for you.

Just meet us halfway,
maybe we can help you out.

Whatever.

You said that you didn't
hurt your stepsister.

I didn't.
But your stepmother said...

that you were the only one that
was alone with her that night.

Yeah, for about two minutes.

But Jamie said
she was gone for an hour.

Maybe she was.

All right, that's enough.
Enough. Sit down.

Very clearly,
we are trying...

to get you out of here.
You understand that?

Now, you keep talking in circles,
you're gonna be spending...

your varsity years
behind bars.

Look, I don't know
how long she was gone.

All I know is, once she was
out the door, I took off.

Where did you go?

I was bored as hell, so I
went for a run in the park.

Okay. Where?
Down the ice rink...

over the baseball diamonds,
and back.

Anybody see you?

I'm sure they did,
but I didn't take names.

How long were you gone?

I don't know. An hour.

Was your stepmother there
when you got home?

Chewed me out
for leaving that brat alone.

I mean, the kid was asleep.
What difference did it make?

If he's telling the truth...

Jamie could have hurt
the girl before he got home.

Without proof, it's just more finger-pointing.
We need corroborating testimony.

Too bad our only other witnesses
are either mute or in a coma.

What about the druggist?

Jamie said that she went
to fill a prescription.

She didn't give a name, but if the
kid's got a chronic condition...

maybe she has an account
in the neighborhood.

Well, that's a start.

But we need someone
closer to home.

Well, the neighbors
were not helpful.

What about that nosey doorman that jacked
us when we served the search warrant?

He said that he didn't see
anything out of the ordinary.

Maybe you didn't
ask the right questions.

First the little girl,
then her husband.

My heart goes out to her.

Do you remember seeing Jamie
heading out with her four-year-old...

on Sunday night?
Come to think of it...

kid was breathing heavy.
He's got asthma, you know.

I offered to flag a cab,
but she said they were...

just going down the block.

How about the older boy?

Justin?
Yeah.

That one's got an attitude. Came
storming out right after Jamie...

toward the park. Told him it
ain't safe for a kid after dark...

but would he listen?
You got a time?

Around 9:00. I was just
about to take my break.

And do you remember
what time Jamie got back?

Didn't see her.
But she could've walked in...

while I was taking a powder.

Excuse me. Where's Fin?

We split up to cover more
ground. You find the drugstore?

Pharmacist checked Jamie's receipt. It
was time-coded 9:09 p. m., after closing.

But she called and made such
a stink that he waited for her.

He said she was in and out in
five minutes. How far a walk?

Five minutes.
Ten minutes with a kid in tow.

That puts her back here 9:20,
9:30.

What you learn from the doorman?
Couldn't place Jamie, but remembers...

Justin getting back
after 10:00.

Plenty of time
to do serious damage.

You're circling
the building...

but unless you place her in the
apartment at the time of the assault...

you don't have a case.

What about the hospital fraud?

Well, it's not fraud
if she paid the bills.

Consciousness of guilt?

Even if you can prove Jamie
was the one who took Emily...

to those facilities, you can't
bootstrap aggravated child abuse...

to her conduct without
a more definitive causal link.

You remember how Skoda said
Jamie has this need for attention?

Well, I gave her my pager number in
case she needed somebody to talk to...

and guess
who's been paging me?

She's feeling needy.

If Skoda's right,
it's more than need.

I think she's jonesing
for a sympathy fix.

And what do you propose?

Feed the junkie.

Thanks for coming down.

I just want to help
in whatever way I can.

As you know, we're holding Justin
until he can be arraigned...

and then we'll release him
into your custody...

assuming you want to take him.

I don't know. He scares me.

I'm sure he just hurt Emily
to get back at me.

Must be hard to be an outcast
in your own house.

You don't know the half of it.

Actually, I do.

This is my file.

I thought it was sealed.

I have a friend
in Children's Services.

She remembered you.
How?

She remembered how nervous her
superiors were about investigating...

an ambassador for sexually
abusing his 11-year-old daughter.

It must have been
a very painful time for you.

Yes, it was.

How did your mother take it?

She was jealous, because Daddy
couldn't stand to touch her.

So she sent me away to boarding
school. I begged her not to...

but what Mother wants,
Mother gets.

She abandoned you, Jamie.

I survived.

But still. Must be hard facing that
kind of rejection from your own daughter.

What do you mean?

Emily came out of her coma
a few hours ago.

She told us everything.

She wants to see you.

But first you and I have a couple
of details we need to straighten out.

What details?

Let's start with the
hairbrush. It's Justin's.

Yes, but we
got a partial print...

and with Emily's testimony...
Emily's a liar.

Now why would she lie? Her
father poisoned her against me.

It's been very painful,
very hurtful.

I know, Jamie.

Been carrying the pain
long enough.

Just tell me
your side of the story...

and you can start to heal.

We were driving home and
she wouldn't stop crying...

so I pulled over
to try and talk to her.

But when she told me she and her
daddy were leaving me forever...

I pulled her out of the car and
she hit her head on the curb.

How?
She fell.

Come on, Jamie.

I didn't shove her hard.

I just wanted her
to stop whining...

so I could talk to her.

Did that stop her?

It was the first time
she was quiet all day.

And she was sleepy.

So when I got home, I put her to bed
and Michael and I went to the drugstore.

But when we came back...

she was crying again.

I told her...

how important it was
for her to be a good girl...

so that her new daddy could love
her, too, but she wouldn't stop.

It was like she was
doing it to spite me.

Is that why
you used the hairbrush?

I had to teach her discipline. My
mother used a hairbrush to teach me...

but Emily just kept screaming louder
and louder, what was I supposed to do?

The only thing you could do.

I threw her against the wall.

Then what?

She finally stopped.

And then I
tucked her into bed...

kissed her on her cheek, and
then I told her I loved her.

I just wanted her
to stop crying.

Was that too much to ask?

It's good work, John.

Took a chance with that bluff
about Emily coming out of her coma.

I'm not sure what we would have
done if Jamie had pressed to see her.

She didn't care
about the kids.

How did you know?

We searched her house...

I looked
at that four-year-old...

flashed on a little girl that used
to live across the street from us...

in our old neighborhood
on the Lower East Side.

She had that same look
in her eyes.

What look?

Sad, lost.

She used to stand on her porch every
afternoon when I came home from school.

Like she was waiting for me.

Sometimes, she'd have
a black eye or a bloody lip.

Never said anything to me.

Just looked at me like she was
trying to tell me something.

But I was too full of my own
teenage crap to pay any attention.

One day, I came home...

she wasn't there.

Found out her mother threw her
through a plate glass window.

Went to the funeral.

Saw her dad.

It's the first time
I saw a grown man cry.

What happened to her mother?

They sent her to a sanitarium.

She told my mother...

she didn't understand
what all the fuss was about.

She was the one
that had to get a new window.

Months later, I'd come home...

and I'd look up at the porch.

I swear, I saw that little girl standing
there, looking at me with that look.

I almost let her down again.

"But on you will go
though the weather be foul

"On you will go
though your enemies prowl

"On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl

"Onward up many a frightening
creek though your arms may get sore

"And your sneakers may leak

"On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far

"And face up to your problems
whatever they are"