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In the criminal
justice system,

sexually based offenses are
considered especially heinous.

In New York City,

the dedicated detectives who
investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad
known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

You have arrived
at your destination.

This doesn't look like a hot
after-hours club to me, Herb.

It's covered with graffiti.

Let me see the address.
Maybe you punched it in wrong.

No, this dump
is the right place.

Doesn't make sense. Those
models were totally into us.

It's 2:30. I think we
should just call it a night.

And you wonder why you
don't get laid, Melvin.

I'm a scared little girl.
Someone might muss up my frilly...

The bus just took off
with the car's occupants.

They see anything?

Just the windshield up close
and personal when the body hit.

Building's got no windows. Must've
taken a nosedive from the roof.

With his pants
around his ankles.

Maybe he solicited the wrong
hooker and she rolled him.

Don't think
she'd have left this.

$2,000.

All in $50s. Not quite fat
enough to cushion the fall.

Judging by the blood spatter
on the hood,

his heart was still pumping
when he hit the windshield.

Luis Vega, just turned 25.

Looks like he died
two blocks from his house.

Then he was slumming it. Check this
out. He's got a Rolex, diamond studs.

SCA, not his initials.

Could be his girlfriend's.

So they like having sex
in dangerous places.

They had a mishap.

Then this girlfriend's got some
serious issues with the relationship.

Why do you say that?

She left deep bite marks
on his penis.

About that bug that got
scraped off the windshield...

A little respect
for the dead, please.

We ran your dearly departed
through the system.

Luis Vega. Possession, assault,
petty theft and burglary.

No sex assaults?

He did a bullet upstate for knocking
over an OTB. Got out six months ago.

And went right back to his old ways,
judging by the two grand in his pocket.

Not to mention the bling.

Any leads on a girlfriend
with the initials SCA?

That's no lady, that's a gang.
Stone Cold Assassins.

This wasn't the MO
of a gang hit.

Well, maybe the guy wanted out and
one of the gang girls set him up.

It's not like there's any retirement
plan. It's blood in, blood out.

He is a rapist. I knew
Luis Vega sounded familiar.

I took a DD5 on a rape
a couple of months ago.

Complaining witness was an
18-year-old named Claudia Hernandez.

Don't tell me Novak
pled out the gangbanger.

No. Claudia recanted
before I could track him down.

Well, maybe she decided to
take justice into her own hands.

Let's see if we can't put
Claudia on that roof with Luis.

How you doing, Claudia?
Long time no see.

What do you want?

A few words about Luis Vega.

I dropped those charges.

Yeah, well, someone dropped
him off a roof last night.

Look, I have nothing to do
with him or that gang no more.

You didn't say you were a member
of the Stone Cold Assassins

when we first met.

Maria, can you take over
for me, please?

Look, I never made it
into the gang.

Yeah, but you tried.

Once you're in,
you live the sweet life.

But I couldn't
pass initiation.

Which was what?

Ladies' choice.
I tossed the dice.

See how many gang members
she'd have to have sex with.

I rolled an 11.

Made it through three, but
I couldn't take it no more.

Was Luis one of the three?

No.

He was number four.

You changed your mind,
but he took his turn anyway.

I was almost home.
Got me in the stairwell.

Then why'd you
drop the charge?

'Cause I wanted to live.

Thing is you're alive
and Luis isn't.

You think I'm the only girl
he ever raped?

A lot of rubies
had trouble with him.

Looks like two of Luis' rubies,
glued to the pinball as promised.

Damn it.
Popo in the house.

Ladies, sorry for your loss.

I didn't lose.
I'm high scorer.

I'm talking about
your gang brother, Luis.

We ain't no bangers.

Sweetie, you have SCA
stenciled across your nails.

Gotta belong somewhere, yo.

Right, with a bunch of guys
who abuse you?

Assassins take care of us.

How? By using you
as drug mules?

Pimping you out?
Beating you up?

It's better than the crap
I get at home.

How old are you?
Sixteen.

Order up. Yo, Carmen, our slices are up.

Well, Luis was 25.

He ever mess with you?

Luis wasn't even
hardly in the mix no more.

He only came around
for the fringe benefits.

Meaning he raped you, too.

The girl who killed him was
just trying to defend herself.

Okay? Defend herself. Now, we don't
want your boys retaliating against her.

Talk to us. Protect yourself.

Or at least
one of your sisters.

Wasn't no sister
that killed him.

Just some crazy-ass
homeless girl. Deaf-mute.

But not ugly, though. Everyone
knows Luis liked to mess with her.

What makes you think
she killed him?

Word on the street, she'd
been sleeping up on that roof.

Where can we find her now?

70,000 displaced souls
just in this city.

I haven't met them all.

She's young, pretty, and deaf.

Why you looking for her?

Stone Cold Assassins think she killed
one of their members, Sister Peg.

Most likely in self-defense
as he was raping her,

but we doubt
SCA's gonna split that hair.

Hey, where are you going?

You won't find Katie
without me.

And I know sign language.

That's her.
She's teamed up with Betty.

She must know that
she's in danger.

She's 50 blocks
from where she usually sleeps.

Upper East Side garbage
has better pickings.

Katie, these people
are here to help you.

She can lip read.
Relax, we just wanna talk.

Just wanna talk.

You have a history
with this guy, Luis?

She said she wasn't up there last
night. She slept at Grand Central.

Who said anything
about last night?

I got there after.
Saw him dead on the car.

We have a homicide that we can't
close without your cooperation.

She swears she didn't do it.

Well, look, the Stone Cold
Assassins are looking for you.

You're not safe on the street,

so for your protection,
we're gonna bring you in.

Hey!
No, let her go. Let her go.

She won't talk to you!

I gotta talk to her!

She trusts me.

Now, I'll work with her.
Bring her down to the precinct.

Let's go find Betty.

We have to talk to you
about your friend, Katie.

How do you two communicate?

She reads my lips,
I read her notes.

She written you any notes
recently about Luis Vega?

No.

Well, maybe we could see
some of her notes.

Do you have them in here?
You can't have it!

Luis pays us $50
for this stuff.

Why, what do you got in there?

Luis had a roll
of 50s on him.

I got 38 bucks.
I got $24.

Hey, Betty! Betty. I'll give
you $62 for those bags. Here.

$62, right there.

Done.
Good.

Lots of papers.

Not just any papers. Utility
bills, credit card bills.

Wow. Hundreds of them.

Everything you'd need
to steal someone's identity.

Betty, you and Katie
working for Luis?

Luis pays a lot
of street folks to do this.

Any idea where Luis
takes this stuff?

Federal Agents.
Everyone stay where you are.

Hands where we can see them.
Up against the wall!

Warrant allows us
to search the premises.

Carmen, hey.

Thanks for volunteering. Why don't
you give me a little office tour?

I was just playing
computer games!

Looks like
a spreadsheet to me.

We got names, addresses, dates
of birth, Social Security numbers.

And people call me paranoid
for shredding my junk mail.

Blank credit cards,
embossing machines.

It's like printing
their own money.

Ten million victims last year. Cost
banks and consumers $50 billion.

Six months, tops.
Probably suspended.

No. No, no, no, no.
That's why the Feds are here.

Mail fraud,
ongoing criminal conspiracy.

They'll be trying you
under RICO.

Never heard of him.

Sweetheart, it's a law
that'll keep you in jail

till you're old and wrinkled.

Unless you wanna tell me who
can call the dogs off Katie.

I ain't talking to no police! Let's
go meet Rico, whoever the hell he is.

This street gang used the homeless
to rack up over a million bucks?

Doesn't anybody
read their credit card bills?

They never got them.

The gang would file a change of
address to a private mail drop

and then apply for new cards.

Lot of victims
don't even know it yet.

Yeah, and they're not going to
till they go buy their dream house

with their perfect rating,
which is now in the toilet.

Sister Peg. What's the matter?

I promised to protect her. I told
Katie she'd be safe in my shelter.

You were supposed to
bring her here. Where is she?

Everybody was asleep. I just
left the room for a minute!

And then he ran right into me.

He said he'd come back
if I talked.

What did he do to Katie?

He slit her throat.

Gangbanger
cut her ear to ear.

He was sending a message,
cutting her vocal cords.

It was completely pointless.

Yeah, we know.

I don't think you do.

I had a forensic odontist
make a mold of her mouth

to compare with
the bite marks on Luis.

They don't match.
He killed the wrong girl.

Without a doubt.

I'm still waiting for DNA results
from saliva off the bite marks,

but I did run
a chromosomal analysis

to narrow down
a few genetic traits.

Great. We'll print up flyers,
hope somebody recognizes her genes.

We've all got 23 pairs of chromosomes.
The 46th strand determines gender.

That's a "Y" chromosome.
Yep.

Luis was up there with a man.

There.
Halfway up the courtyard.

It was dark,
but I think that's him. It is.

That's the banger the Stone Cold
Assassins sent to kill Katie.

Come on, you gotta see this.
Five minutes.

I'll leave the door open.
Come on, baby...

Good decision.
Take a hike. He's mine.

I know you?

Why are you playing me like that
after everything we've been through?

The hell?

You're under arrest.

Hector Ramirez. You have
the right to remain silent.

You got the wrong guy!

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

Oh! What do we have here?
Gravity knife.

What are you, stupid enough to
carry the murder weapon with you?

Who you calling stupid?

You, stupid.
You killed the wrong girl.

I didn't kill nobody.

Luis wasn't on that roof with
Katie. He was doing a guy.

You're lying.

He has a dragon tattoo
on his left wrist.

SCA. Stone Cold Assassins.
Go back to the car.

I'm not afraid
of this coward.

Well, you should be, bitch!

You think you're a big man? Killing
a deaf girl when she's asleep?

She wasn't asleep.
She was scared and begging.

Be careful of his teeth.

We gotta make a cast to match
the bite marks on Luis' genitals.

What? Is that why you killed Katie, huh?

She see you
with your boyfriend?

I'm no maric�n!

You filthy liar.

You said Katie was begging?
She couldn't even speak.

She tried.
Kept mouthing, "Wasn't me. "

Making this
retarded hand signal.

Un-cuff his hand.

What was it? What was it?

Doesn't make sense.
That's the sign for graffiti.

So this is
where Katie called home.

Graffiti central.

Luis' body hit the car down
there and this is the only way up.

Katie didn't get here
after the attack.

She got here during it?

She must've been trying to tell
Hector she saw somebody else up here.

Someone with
a can of spray paint.

Well, this is old and weathered.
You know, it's been here for a while.

That looks new.
Maybe that's our guy.

There's a signature
inside the two.

SYK.

Rival gang?

Luis comes up here
to rape Katie.

Instead, he finds another
banger tagging his turf.

And he teaches him a lesson
by making him his bitch.

SYK isn't going for it.

So he bites down,
barrels into Luis.

Who falls,
rolls down this slope.

Three stories down.

Splat. Right onto the car.

Totals out a damn fine Beemer.

So who are the B22Bs?

B, Two, and two B's.
Born To Be Bad.

Originated out of a hoity-toity
private school on the Upper East Side.

A gang of bored rich kids?

Not a street gang.
A writing crew.

This was just
a graffiti artist?

Anti-Graffiti Task Force removed 16
million square feet of that art last year,

all at taxpayers' expense.

They deface property. They're
criminals, not artists.

They get street cred for style,
volume and degree of risk.

Like a three-story building
in Harlem.

Yeah. Highway overpasses,
bridges, inner walls of subways.

We've had
more than a few casualties.

So what's SYK?

That's the tagger's signature.
He's calling himself Sick.

You run across him before?

No SYK. They've got a SYKO.

Says he pronounces it "Psycho.
" Real name's Logan Stanton.

What would I
be doing in Harlem?

Graffiti Task Force says
you get around, Logan.

Subways, water towers.

Headmaster said you left your mark on
every nook and cranny of this building.

It was a phase.
I got over it.

Being Psycho? Why would
you call yourself that?

My therapist said it was a
desperate cry for attention.

But you worked through it?

Yeah, 100 hours of community
service did the trick.

Hey, that's my locker!

Looks like someone still has
the aerosol monkey on his back.

Logan, you need to tell us
what happened on that roof.

I don't know how to dumb
this down for you anymore.

It wasn't me.

You sprayed your name
at the crime scene.

Someone ripped off my tag!

Yeah, he went
to a dangerous neighborhood,

risked his neck
climbing up those girders,

just to hand you the credit?
Why would he do that?

I don't know. People just
like screwing with me.

Story of my life. Logan, we
understand that you're scared.

I'm not scared! I'm pissed!

So maybe you think you're in
too deep and you can't get out.

Look, sometimes, there are
extenuating circumstances.

You just need to
be straight with us.

Tell us exactly what happened
up there, and this will be okay.

There's nothing to tell!
I was home in my bed!

So we should talk
to your parents?

How would they know what I do?
They don't give a crap.

Logan. Do you get off
torturing people like this?

Look, sit down.
Get me out of here!

Help! Get me out of here!
Get me out of here!

I called you in because he was wigging
out after Elliot and Olivia collared him.

What do you think?

Aside from his anger issues,
he's paranoid and unstable.

Why is he in there
without a parent?

They're on their way. You're
forgetting I used to be a cop.

They're in there practically
spoon-feeding him self-defense.

He's an under-aged suspect.
You're manipulating the situation

to get a confession out of
an emotionally disturbed boy

without an advocate
in his corner.

Captain,
the kid's parents are here.

Put them in my office.

He needs them in there.

And I need to hear their account
of Logan's movements that night

before he gets to
talk to them.

Mr. And Mrs. Stanton,
thank you for coming down.

There's been
a horrible mistake.

Tell him, Lindsay.

Captain, this is
Logan's twin sister.

My brother was home.
I saw him.

I saw him when I got up
and went to his room.

In the middle of the night?

He always falls asleep with
his TV blaring. It woke me up.

Now, what time was this?
2:30.

2:34.

I remember thinking, "Two,
three, four. Right in order. "

Well, just because his TV was
on doesn't mean he was in there.

I went in to turn it off.
He threw a book at me,

and called me "butt-face," and
he told me to get the hell out.

Well, in that case, this
should be easy to clear up.

Will you authorize
a DNA swab?

Absolutely.

But our attorney says that Logan
shouldn't say another word to you.

I hear the DNA came back
on Logan Stanton.

Perfect match to the saliva
on the bite marks.

He was on that roof with Luis.

Oh, what do we do now?

Well, we thought it would be more
humane not to pick him up at his school,

so we're picking him up
at his house.

How many children have you had who
caused the death of their attackers?

You have to appreciate
how much that compounds

the trauma
of the sexual assault.

And you have to appreciate
that this is an open homicide.

He's gonna have to
work with us.

I don't have to tell you
the staggering statistics

on how few boys
report their rapes.

No, you don't. And there
might be other factors.

If Logan is homosexual, he may feel
he somehow brought it on himself.

He's coming to terms with his
sexuality, he's conflicted.

It's a theory.

Mind if I come with you?

Doesn't make sense.

Logan, get down here!

Well, obviously,
Logan had Lindsay lie for him.

This is a nightmare.

Logan, you have to tell
these people the truth.

No one's blaming you.
They're here to help you.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Why did you lie to us?

You swore on your grandmother's
grave it wasn't you.

It wasn't!

What's going on?
Logan, please.

You're gonna have to come with
us. Where are you taking him?

Mom! Why won't you
listen to me?

I can listen to everything
you have to say.

Who the hell are you?

I'm a psychiatrist.

Logan. Logan.

Logan, no!

I told you,
no more shrinks! I told you!

Relax.

Get your hands off of him!
Lindsay!

Hey!
Let me go!

Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Emergency services?
Dr. Hendrix admitting two...

This is all your fault!
Why didn't you protect him?

You said you just
wanted to help me!

I knew you were lying!
I knew it!

Pretty powerful swing
you've got there.

You fractured
one of my partner's ribs.

I'm sorry.

Assaulting a police officer
is a very serious offense.

I was trying
to protect my brother.

We weren't there to hurt him, Lindsay.
Your brother is a victim of a crime.

No, he wasn't.

I was.

You were on the roof with him?

No.

I was alone.

Lindsay, that's not possible.

His writing crew
won't let girls in.

I figured if I put my tag someplace
cool, they'd have to take me.

It was your brother's tag.

I wanted them to be close.

His is SYKO,
mine is SYKE, with an "E."

I just didn't get to finish.

So tell me what happened.

I had just finished the "K"
when I felt this tug on my leg.

And he pulled me down
on this ramp.

And he was about to punch me.

And then he saw I was a girl.

And he said he had
something better for me.

And he unzipped his pants.

So what did you do?

I bit down as hard as I could.

And he stumbled backwards
and fell off the edge.

Is this what
your brother told you?

No! It happened to me.

Lindsay,

that's not possible.

It was your brother's DNA.
The tests prove it.

I have to talk to Logan. Please,
you have to let me see him. Please.

Why is she taking
the blame for him?

They're twins.

They develop closer bonds
than most siblings.

There are documented cases where
one twin, thousands of miles away,

knew the exact moment
when the other one died.

What, Lindsay empathically
sensed when Logan was attacked?

He obviously gave her the details,
but some twins are so enmeshed

that Lindsay might actually feel
like she's the one who was attacked.

Or Logan is the alpha twin and he's
coerced her into covering for him.

He's here.

You always let your sister
fight your battles for you?

No.

She nearly took me out
defending you.

She was pissed.
Yeah.

She knows you have
no business with me.

Why is she trying
to take the fall for you?

What are you talking about?

She told us what happened on that roof.
She gave us details only you could know.

How could I tell her about
something that didn't even happen?

I understand how difficult
it is to talk about this,

but you're only
making it worse for yourself.

I need to talk to Lindsay.

Look, there's no reason
to drag your sister into this.

I'm not saying another word till
you let me talk to my sister.

I think you should
put them together.

This is
a homicide investigation.

What could it hurt?

They've already collaborated
on their stories. Excuse me.

We got a statement yet?
Close.

He channeled it through his sister,
but can't admit that it happened to him.

The kid was sodomized.
He's hung up on it.

Well, does he realize he
could be charged with murder?

Everyone knows
this was self-defense.

But if he used more force than
necessary, it's involuntary manslaughter.

Can I talk to you in private?

The twins were born here at Bellevue.
I just pulled their medical files.

You might want to
subpoena them.

Why, what's in there?

Well, I can't say they're at risk,
but there are several red flags.

You're asking me to get a
subpoena for a fishing expedition.

I need specifics.

I can't tell you.

Then, I can't help you.

What if I tell you
what's not in there?

I've never run across anything like
this. Entire chunks have been redacted.

Well, that usually means
someone's trying to hide something.

So order the complete files.
I can't.

Their therapist pulled me off the
case right after they were admitted.

I've already overstepped
my bounds by reviewing these.

If there is a case,
you've tainted it.

I had to find out why they've been
seeing this particular therapist.

Why? Who is it?

A sex therapist.

What sexual problems
could these children have?

They are abnormally close.

Incest?

They're desperate to see each
other. I wanna see how they interact.

I'm sorry
for dragging you into this.

No whispering.

Well, can we talk
in private for a minute?

We can't allow that.
Come on, Lindsay.

Why don't we all sit down?
Logan, sit here.

So let's talk about
who was on that roof.

It was me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Time out. None of that.

What the hell
are they saying?

It's a made-up language. My twins
had one when they were young.

Hey, enough!
Guys, English only, okay?

No. No, no, no, no.
No more gibberish. Talk to us.

Dr. Hendrix.

We asked you that before...
Dr. Blair.

These are my patients. I
thought I took you off this case.

The detectives are interviewing
them. I was just observing.

I'm Casey Novak.
I'm the A.D.A. On the case.

So you're their therapist?
Yes.

May I ask
what you're seeing them for?

I'm afraid that's privileged.

Have these detectives worked
with children before?

It's their specialty.

If you'll excuse me,
I think my patients need me.

Well, I guess
he won't be working with us.

The doctor won't talk,
their parents won't talk.

Who else is gonna know what's
going on in this family?

I take care of the Stantons'
house, not the kids.

How long have you
been with them?

Eight years.

It's a good job.
I would like to keep it.

Would you say that Lindsay and
Logan are overly affectionate?

Sometimes they go days
without speaking to each other.

What's that about?

Usually after
they see the doctor.

You mean their therapist?

When they come home, they lock
themselves in separate rooms.

Won't even look at each other
at the dinner table.

You ever ask them
what that's about?

They went through a lot
of nannies. Talk to them.

I was only with them
for six months.

You know why
they were seeing a shrink?

Well, I'd assume
it was over the fighting.

With the parents?
Each other.

They're violent little
urchins. I couldn't handle them.

Fist fights? Wrestling?

Knockdown drag-outs.

So Logan battered his sister?

It was usually
instigated by Lindsay.

So why was Lindsay so angry?

There was so much tension
in the house.

Was Logan ever
inappropriate with her?

No. It was the mother.
Picked at her constantly.

For what?
For everything.

Her hair, clothes, makeup. And
she'd force her to take these pills.

Said they were multi-vitamins.

What do you think they were?

All I know is, A, they
were prescribed by a doctor,

and, B, I gave one to Logan
once, Mrs. Stanton went ballistic.

Was Lindsay sick a lot?

Poor little thing was always
in and out of the hospitals.

But that was back
when she was a toddler.

What was wrong with her?

Chronic bladder infections.

That's a lot of female trouble
for such a little girl.

Never kept her down, though.
She was a handful.

Always running
around the house buck-naked.

Who undressed her?

She did.

Her mom would buy her the cutest dresses,
and she would just rip them right off.

You know, she did have
some scars down there,

in her little area.

Lindsay suffered from urinary reflux.
She eventually had to have surgery.

Well, that might explain the internal
vaginal scarring, but not the external.

I don't know
where you're getting this.

My daughter doesn't
have any scars.

Right, and you're not slipping
her birth control pills.

Why would I? My daughter's 14.
She's not sexually active.

Well, we know that
you're giving her something.

Weight loss pills.

Why are you
telling her they're vitamins?

She's very self-conscious
about her appearance

and we're just trying to help.

Well, we understand that you
sent her to a sex therapist.

Along with her brother.

Is there something going on
between them? Sexually?

Oh, my God.
Of course not.

If you know they're having sex

and you've allowed it
to continue under your roof,

we can arrest both of you for
endangering the welfare of your children.

Okay, we're done here.

Get out of my house.

That pushed some buttons.

He's just pissed
they ran out of excuses.

Detectives!

I overheard you with Mr. And Mrs.
Stanton. You're wrong about them.

You're wrong
about the children.

So why don't you
set us straight?

A couple of weeks ago, Mrs. Stanton
was so upset, she had to be sedated.

Why?

She caught Lindsay
in a very passionate kiss.

With her brother?

No. Another girl.

Lindsay's a lesbian?

That kind of blows the incest
theory out of the water.

Not necessarily.
Maybe it was non-consensual.

Would explain her violence towards
Logan and his control over her.

And send her
to the other team.

Dr. Hendrix.
You got something?

You're looking at the wrong
person. It wasn't Logan on the roof.

Well, who do you think it was?

Lindsay.

Well, that's not possible.
DNA doesn't lie.

The twins were born
July 14th, 1990.

Lindsay's birth certificate
was reissued six months later.

Why is that?

That's what I wanted to know.
I had no right to,

but I pulled Amelia Stanton's
hospital records.

Baby boy "A" and baby boy "B"?

She gave birth
to identical twins.

Lindsay's genetically male.

Was there any defect
or deformity?

No. Amelia Stanton gave birth
to two perfectly healthy boys.

What the hell
did they do to her?

You mean him.

What happened? You just had
to have a boy and a girl?

It was a freak accident.

They do it
hundreds of times a day.

It's supposed to be
a routine procedure.

What?

Circumcision.

They took off too much?

They use some sort of device
to remove the foreskin.

It malfunctioned.
Burned him severely.

We spoke to all the experts,

and they all said
that he would never be normal.

He could have stayed a boy.

Never a fully functioning one.

Couldn't they have
given him a prosthesis?

Not until puberty.

And even then
it would never fool anyone.

Imagine the abuse
he'd take in locker rooms.

The humiliation of explaining it
to the girl he fell in love with.

We couldn't
put him through that.

You thought a sex change
operation would be easier on him?

What else could we do?

Dr. Blair convinced us it was the only
hope our child had for a normal life.

He found us the leading
surgeon in sex reassignments.

Promised us
that it would work.

He promised us.

As long as we were committed
to raising her as a girl.

Any plastic surgeon
will tell you

it's easier to dig a hole
than build a pole.

I don't think it's quite
that simple for Lindsay.

It entailed
a few operations.

A suprapubic cystotomy to enable
urination, removal of the testes,

and, of course, a penectomy
for the remaining penile tissue.

Slap a bow on her,
call her a girl.

And those special vitamins that her
parents are shoving down her throat,

estrogen, right?

Starting at puberty, it's important
she develop feminine characteristics.

You mean breasts.
And hips.

It's all
a part of the package.

In order for the experiment to
work, she has to look like a girl,

be treated like a girl,
and taught to act like a girl.

Your experiment didn't work.

I disagree.

Lindsay's miserable.

What 14-year-old girl isn't?

Mister, you can't change
someone's sexual identity.

Children are born psycho-sexually
neutral, a blank slate.

Gender identity is determined
by nurture, not nature.

Just because you raise a boy
as a girl, doesn't make him one.

That's because
he still is physically a boy,

and therefore, can't be completely
and objectively treated as a girl.

Lindsay was
physically made female,

treated as a female
and believes she is a female.

That's insane.

I'm curious. Only a handful of people
know about Lindsay's transformation,

and, for her own good,
they never talk about it.

How did you find out?
Confidential.

That information came to us during
the course of a criminal investigation.

I assume you'll be dropping
those charges against Logan.

I discharged him
from the hospital.

Well, surely you can
appreciate our confusion.

Our A.D.A.'s gonna
take a statement from Lindsay,

and I think that's gonna
raise a few questions for her.

It is imperative that she never
be told she was born a boy.

You don't think
that's gonna come out now?

Not if I can help it.

For her welfare, I insist
I be allowed to be there.

And that's everything
that happened.

He tried to rape me, I bit
him and he fell off the roof.

It was self-defense.
I'm not gonna press charges.

You just need to
sign your statement.

But I don't understand.

Just sign it, Lindsay. Then we can
put this unpleasantness behind us.

But you said
my brother had to do it.

They were wrong.

Well, how could that happen?

You gonna take this one,
Doctor?

It's very complicated,
Lindsay.

Stop it!

Could you just tell me what's going
on? I feel like I'm going crazy!

Dr. Blair, can I
have a word with you?

This is not a good time.

I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to insist.

And I'm afraid I'm going
to have to ask you to leave.

You know something, don't you?

You've got to tell her.

The only thing I have to do is
report your unprofessional conduct

to the medical review board.

Please!

You were born a boy.

How?

Dr. Hendrix!

There was an accident
right after you were born.

Lindsay, don't listen to
anything they're telling you.

Shut up!

I knew it!
I never once felt right!

I always thought
I was a freak!

You are a perfectly normal girl.
You've got to hold on to that.

Why didn't anybody tell me?
Why didn't you tell me?

It was for your own good.

What was my name?

That's not important.
We can't go backwards now.

What was my name?

Your name was Lucas.

You are finished.

Are you spring cleaning?

Seems I've lost
my privileges here.

Dr. Blair made good
on his threat.

Gives me time to prepare for
the hearing over my license.

I'm sorry.
You did the right thing.

For a cop.

The good news is Lindsay
has stopped taking estrogen.

She's decided... He's decided to
change back to his true genetic gender.

Benson. A lot of painful
operations ahead for her.

At least the right person's
finally making the choice.

Okay.

Cragen wants us back
at the house.

Take care.

Logan would like us
to file charges.

Against whom?

Dr. Blair.

Well, I think
his theories are dangerous,

but unfortunately,
they're not illegal.

He and your parents did what
they thought was best for Lindsay.

He molested us.

He says it's been going on
for years.

Okay.

What'd he do to you?

He used to show us pictures
of adults having sex.

Did he touch you?

Just to put us
in different positions.

It's okay, Logan.

Just tell them
what he did next.

He used to make me
and my sister,

like,

pretend we were having sex.

It was
part of their treatment.

Something tells me you got
more out of it than they did.

It was important to
differentiate their gender roles.

Hers had to be learned.

But there was nothing wrong
with Logan. Why was he there?

He had to be there.
They're identical twins,

which makes him the perfect
experimental control.

They're living proof that nurture,
not nature, determines sexuality.

And what did making them have
sex with each other prove?

Please. There was
never penetration.

But it did the job
for you, right?

It clarified things for Lindsay.
She had to be programmed.

It's perfectly natural for young
children to explore each other's bodies.

Dr. Blair, do you realize that disseminating
pornography to a minor is a felony?

I showed them art books.

Doc, I saw the art in your office,
and even I was uncomfortable

with how many phalluses
were on display.

That's because you're a bourgeois
American, completely uptight about sex.

It's what screws up your children
and turns them into sex offenders.

You lost me at bourgeois.

So you're saying that children would be
healthier if they were sexually active.

All I'm saying is people should
be more open about the human body,

and not put taboos on it.

So you're not denying any of the allegations
that Logan made against your practices.

Denying them?

I'm writing a book about them.

Did it come in yet?

$6,000, courtesy
of the Crime Victim Boards.

Thank you.

I know how hard it is to get this
released to a non-family member,

but now I can give Katie
a proper burial.

Blair made bail this morning.

He can afford it.

I'm surprised he sat in jail
for three days.

Wheels of justice move slowly,

especially when a file clerk friend
of mine misplaces the paperwork.

Nice.

Have they set a trial date
for Katie's killer yet?

Yes, March 3rd. But we're gonna need
to go over your testimony before that.

She's been receiving threats.

She's the only one
who can ID Hector Ramirez.

We really appreciate
you doing this.

At least I'll be giving Katie
a voice in the courtroom.

Stabler. What?

We'll be right there.

Dr. Blair's been murdered.

Someone bashed his brains in.
Left the murder weapon.

Any prints?

We've probably got DNA.

Was he raped?

Killer spit on him. I found
traces of dried saliva.

Detectives, this is from the
security camera in the hallway.

Is that Lindsay or Logan?

Still got the hood up.
Can't tell.

So which one killed Blair?
Lindsay or Logan?

He's only answering
to Luke now.

We've been grilling them for
hours. Their stories are locked.

They went to a movie together. They
got the ticket stubs to prove it.

Double feature.

Alibis one of them through
the time of the murder.

Why only one?

An usher remembers seeing
two kids with matching parkas.

One of them left
during the second reel.

And he has no idea which one.

We already have the DNA
from the original case.

We know it's gonna be
one of them.

Identical twins,
identical DNA.

Yeah, but Lindsay was taking estrogen.
That's gotta distinguish hers from his.

She stopped taking it
five days ago.

Which is exactly
the amount of time needed

for it to work its way
out of her system.

Can we charge both of them?

And what,
have two separate trials?

Dual theories of the crime give
each of them grounds for dismissal.

They came up
with the perfect crime.

Until you get
one of them to flip.

That's not gonna happen.
They're way too close.