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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.

- Hey! Harry!

- Dwayne, what do you want?

- I got something to show you.

- What is it?

Binoculars?

- With a camera.

- Total jackpot.

I found a half-naked blond lady
and they're doing it.

- Oh, let me see.
Let me see, Harry.

Harry, get off.

What's he doing?

I don't think
they're playing around.

- Give me a turn, come on.
- Wait. Wait.

There's something else.

- What is it?

- Another lady just got home.

He knows she's there.

Oh, my God.
Wait, lady...

- What's happening?
- Don't go in there.

He's behind the shelf.

Run, lady, run!

Oh, my God.
He's attacking her.

He's gonna kill her!
Harry, call 911.

He's stomping her to death!

- The apartment belongs
to Ann Jackson.

She lives here
with Dr. Debbie shields.

- Looks like they're
girlfriends.

- Debbie, the blond,
was being raped

when Ann, her domestic partner,
came home.

So the perp raped Debbie here.

Ann walks in

and he attacks her there.

Both of them are at mercy now.

- Well, patrol canvassed.

No one saw the creep.

- Would you settle
for a couple of peepers

from across the street?

Dwayne and Harry called 911

right after they got done
playing a little rear window.

- So you're spying
on your neighbors?

- The curtains were wide open.

- And he took it
as an invitation

to take some pictures.

Show him what you got,
shutterbug.

- You photoshopped
this guy's face?

- No. No. He's a total freak
of nature.

Maybe he's a zombie.
- Or he's wearing a mask.

- If that's a mask, I'd hate
to see what's underneath.

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- I'll do the rape kit later.
- It may be too late.

- Ann has a massive brain bleed
that could kill her.

Neurosurgeons are about
to operate.

I'm gonna scrub in.

- And wash off any evidence
that still may be on your hands.

- Ann needs me now.

- Please, Debbie,
get us something to go on.

Has anyone ever threatened you?

- I have receive threats
because of my work.

- You're an ob-gyn?

- Look, some people object
to what I do

at the tri-state reproductive
institute.

Excuse me.

- Our clinic has helped
hundreds of childless couples.

- Some people still object
to in vitro fertilization.

- Catholic church
condemns ivf as a sin.

I've invited the pope
to come meet our babies.

But so far, no word.

- Debbie says
she was threatened.

- Yes, recently because of her
cutting edge work

with gene-manipulated
embryology.

- Controversial?
- Not to me, it isn't.

You see, some women carry
mutant mitochondrial genes

that can cause terrible disease
in their children.

Debbie was able to make
disease-free embryos

by combining one father's sperm
with two mother's eggs.

- She made a baby
with three genetic parents?

- Well, the embryos didn't grow
to term.

But think of the possibilities.

- You mix them all together,
you get a designer baby.

- But some people object
to that.

This letter arrived for Debbie

right after her research
was published.

- "God hates frankenbabies.

People like you should be
stomped out like bugs."

- They should be stomped out.

- Proud of what you wrote, huh?

- I signed it, didn't I?
I'm doing God's work.

- That includes
committing assault,

civil disobedience
outside abortion clinics?

- What do you want?

Did someone exterminate
the frankenbitch?

- Well, don't burst into tears.

- When God makes you pregnant,
stay pregnant.

When God makes you barren,
stay barren.

- - When God gives you
a uterus,

maybe we'll listen
to your sermon.

- Where were you last night?

- In queens
fumigating a nursery school.

Ask those kids if bedbugs
are God's creatures.

- The bug bomber's alibi
checks out.

He was in queens.

Though the teacher says
that the kids

are still getting chewed up.

- They get bit.
We got nothing.

- You got anything for us?

- The rapist is literally
turning himself into a monster.

- So it's not enough
to assault them?

He feels the need
to terrorize them?

- I think the mask
may have ritual

or ceremonial importance.

- Like he's playing a character
in a folktale?

- Well, either way,
he's one sick son of a bitch.

- No wonder Debbie
didn't want to talk.

- Yeah.

Still doesn't look
like she's ready.

- How's Ann?
- They're still operating.

- Uh, this is detective stabler.
- Hi, Debbie.

- Hi.

- The kids who called 911,

they also took a photo.

Would you have a look?

- Yeah, that's him.

- We can't make out
what the mask is supposed to be.

- It was horrible.

I just closed my eyes.
Why did he attack me?

Why did he hurt Ann?

- Ann Jackson? Are you talking
about Ann Jackson?

- Yes.
- Where is she?

- Can I see her?
- Excuse me.

You are?
- I'm cap Jackson.

Ann's father.
You're obviously the police.

And you must be her surgeon.
How is she?

I'm an md.
You can give me the details.

- You two haven't met?

- Uh, Dr. Jackson,
I'm Debbie shields.

- You're Ann's partner.

Oh. I'm sorry to meet you
under these circumstances.

- You're estranged
from your daughter.

- Uh, let's just say
I'm kept at arm's length.

- Why is that?

- I don't think
my family business

is your concern.

- Well, actually, everything
is our concern.

We're trying to figure out
why Debbie and Ann

were attacked last night.

- And I need to know
whether my daughter will live.

Did she suffer brain trauma?

- Blunt force.
Internal bleeding.

- Oh.

Well, if there has to be
a medical decision...

God forbid,
but it's yours to make.

- Thank you.

- She got through the surgery.
She'll be in the icu.

- She kept screaming
and I couldn't help.

- You were tied up, Debbie.

The best way to help
is to tell us everything.

- Um, I came home.

And I-I opened the door.

And he-he pushed me
into the apartment.

- He was waiting for you
in the hallway.

- Yes.

He came up from behind
and choked me.

I- I guess I passed out

because when I came to,

I was tied to the bed
and gagged

with that-that mask
staring at me.

- Did he say anything?

- Just that he would cure me
of falmouth.

- He would cure you
of a foul mouth?

- No. Cure me of falmouth.

Whatever that means.
- Are you okay, Dr. Jackson?

You all right?
- Yeah.

I think I'll get some water.

- Who's that?
- Ann's father.

- He's gonna want
to hear about this.

- Looks like the mask
the rapist wore.

- I ran a codis search.

It's a police sketch
from Richmond, Virginia.

Back in 2006,

a perp wearing that mask
raped four women in one week.

- You think that's the same man
that's raped Debbie

and attacked my daughter?

- Same one who wanted
to cure Debbie of falmouth.

That means something to you?

- It means he...

Raped the wrong woman.

- Okay. So you're saying
Ann was the target, not Debbie.

Why?
- I can't say.

I'm a psychiatrist.
It would
violateprivilegepriviledge.

- Doctor,
you know who did this? Mm?

Do you know who beat
your daughter nearly to death?

- The confidential bond
between patient and physician

is sacred.

- Doctor, what is sacred
right here

is the bond between a father
and his daughter.

- Yes!

But I can't talk
about my patients.

- You're not one of those docs

who thinks he can cure rapists,
are you?

- I specialize
in treating sex addicts.

Dr. Jackson has nothing
to say.

- Well, I do.

Our detectives did a little
digging on your client.

Falmouth is the Cape COD town
where Dr. Jackson's family

spent their summers.

The inference that Ann
was the rapist target is clear.

- What is not clear

is which one of your sex addict
patients is our perp.

- Is mockery your only mode
of communication, detective?

- No. I can give it
to you straight.

Alcohol, cocaine, heroin,
those are addictions.

Rape is not.

- Brain imaging studies
have constantly proved

that sexual compulsion
is as hard to control

as gambling.

- You want brain images?
There you go.

Take a look at these.

- So how do you think
your daughter is going to feel

when she finds out you protected
her attacker?

She gonna wake up and say
"thank you, daddy?"

- Don't you accuse me
of not caring about Ann.

Just...

Listen, every day,
I treat people

who are disturbed
to the very core of their souls.

Most of them were abused
as children.

Now, you call them sickos
and send them to prison.

But my job is to listen to them
and help them get better.

- People like that
do not get better.

- In prison, certainly.

My program, some do.
If they can trust me.

- Good. At least now I know
where to look.

- Wait. My client's silence
in no way confirms

that he's protecting
a current patient.

Dr. Jackson has seen
thousands of people in 15 years.

- And before that,
he was a patient himself.

- Eros run amok.

An autobiography
of a sex addict.

- I have nothing to hide.

My whole life is laid bare
in that book.

- George huang.
I've long admired your work.

- Oh.
And I read your editorial

in the American journal
of psychiatry

where you argued
that sex addiction

should be added
to the dsm-five.

- Shrinks want
to call sex addiction

an illness like depression
or schizophrenia?

- It's a real disease.

But it's gonna
get recognized now

thanks to Dr. Jackson's
efforts.

- I hate to skip out
on the little stroke-fest.

But I have a rapist to catch.

- Elliot, if you could hold up,

I was hoping we could interview
Dr. Jackson.

- He can't talk.
- About the rapist.

But he can talk
about the victim, his daughter.

- Daughters are supposed
to idolize their fathers.

And at times,
I was worthy of that love.

But then I would go off
on these drunken sexual binges

for days, weeks.

I'd panic. I'd literally feel
that I would die

if I didn't have sex.

- Symptoms we now know
are classic sex addiction.

- Absolutely.

- "I seduced a librarian
with promises

I'd leave my wife."

- I'm told I was charming.

- "Next was a supermarket,
checkout girl

"the cleaning woman
at my country club,

then a 60-year-old waitress
in a diner toilet."

- And those are just
the ones I can remember.

I was co-addicted to alcohol
so I can only recall

half of what I did
and who I hurt.

- You know you hurt
your wife, Ann's mom.

- Yeah.

I kept promising to change.

And she kept believing me
until...

Until she could no longer
do so.

And then she drove up
to the George Washington bridge

and...

Jumped.

- No wonder you want
sex addiction

to be a disease.

Let's you off the hook
for being a lousy husband.

- I was beyond lousy,
detective.

I was morally reprehensible.

And I hope you never have
to know what that feels like.

- Elliot, Dr. Jackson's therapy,
like most 12-steps,

requires patients
to take accountability

and make amends.

- Well, the amends you made

don't seem
to have impressed Ann.

How long has she kept you
at arm's length?

- 20 years.

Before that,
we were like peas in a pod.

- In your book,
you date your estrangement

to the summer your daughter
turned 16.

- Well, yeah,
she was discovering

her sexuality.

We knew she was gay.

Her mother and I were fine
with that.

- So why did she stop speaking
to you

that summer at falmouth?

- It's not privileged, doctor.

Answer the question.

- Uh...ls this really helping
your investigation?

I get the feeling
you're just prodding

into my most painful memories.

And if you don't mind,
I'd rather be at her bedside.

- We hit a nerve.

- Dr. Jackson.

- I told you there's no point
in this.

- Someone needs to speak
for your daughter.

- We're asking about falmouth
because the rapist mentioned it.

- I can't say
what is in his head.

- Well, I think I can.

This is a book of hindu gods
and goddesses.

This is kamadeva,
God of erotic love.

One of kamadeva's powers

is spiritual redemption
through sex.

- So he's trying
to redeem these women?

- He said he wanted
to cure Ann of falmouth.

- Cure her of what, doc?

Cure her of what?
What does that mean?

What happened in falmouth?
- Please stop.

- You were sexually
out of control.

- Did you rape your daughter?

Did you rape your daughter
back in falmouth?

Did you rape your own daughter?
- Did you rape her?

- I can't remember!

But...I think I...

I think I did.

Oh, God. I think I did.

Oh.

- Ann doesn't talk much
about her father

or her childhood.

- Is there anyone
who could fill us in?

- Um, she has a childhood friend
named Linda.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry.
I don't know her last name.

- Annie.

Annie.

- Don't try and talk.

Okay, sweetie?
Just rest.

Oh, I'm so glad you're okay.

- What happened?

- Ann, I'm detective Benson.

You were attacked.

Actually, you both were.

- It's gonna be okay.

- Now, the perpetrator
mentioned falmouth,

a place where you spent
your summers.

- Did something bad
happen there?

Annie? Annie?

She's seizing!

Annie?
Annie, come on.

Stay with me.

- Okay, let's give her
four milligrams

of ativan and prep to intubate!

- Ann just took
a turn for the worse.

Traumatic brain injuries
can be tricky.

It might be weeks before
we get a prognosis.

- Yeah.

We've got the name
of a childhood friend

who knew Ann in falmouth.

I'm gonna have fin
track her down.

So, doc, earlier today...

With Jackson...

You were just flattering him
to get him to talk, weren't you?

- Sex addiction
is real, Elliot.

Cap Jackson is a pioneer.

- We always say the victims
aren't to blame.

Now you're telling me rapists
aren't to blame either?

- Most sex addicts
are not rapists,

but some rapists
might be sex addicts

acting out on compulsions
they can't control.

- Every defense attorney
we face is gonna be quoting you.

- Alcoholics who drive
drunk go to jail.

So should sex addicts who rape.

- And you'll testify to that?

- For the prosecution.

Which may happen soon,
because a pattern

is starting to emerge.

I sent the Richmond sketch
to svus nationwide.

More victims have
stepped forward

identifying the God of love
as their attacker.

It seems he rapes
three or four women

in one week and then he's gone.

- Richmond, Philadelphia,
New York, utica?

- All cities with
sex addiction rehab centers.

- So our perp checks in,
goes into group therapy

and listens to addicts talk
about the women they victimize.

- And then he redeems
them by raping them again.

- But for a guy who's out
to save women,

he sure beat the hell
out of Ann.

- He's a narcissist.

- Well, yeah.
He thinks he's a God.

- Narcissists are prone
to sudden bursts of violence

when things don't go
according to their plan.

- Well, the patient records
at these rehabs

will tell us who was there

and which one's our narcissist.

- But we'll never get them
because of privilege.

- I'm gonna stake out
Jackson's center

and tail any addict
who walks out of there,

'cause we know he's gonna
strike soon.

- He just did.

- I was on my way to work
when this freak

comes out of nowhere and pushes
me into the basement.

- Where do you work, holly?

- At double-d light.

I'm a stripper, okay?

- It doesn't matter
what you do.

It's not an invitation
to be sexually assaulted.

- He threw me down,
tied my hands,

and raped me.

- Can you describe him?

- He was wearing an awful mask.

That's him.

- Holly...
- Cragen.

- Have you ever been
sexually assaulted before?

- My God.

Yes.

A Professor in college
said he'd fail me

if I didn't have sex with him.

Today, the guy kept saying
I'm an a-plus.

Until he screamed
bloody murder.

- You stabbed him?

- I could only get his forearm

with my hands tied.

Wish I'd slit his throat.

- Well, you may have just
solved your case.

We match the blood, we got him.

In the meantime,
we're gonna get you

to the hospital, okay?

Great job.
- Thanks.

Check this in.
- That was liv.

Docs had to put Ann
into a medically induced coma.

- How bad?

- Cap's there.

Said he's not leaving
her bedside.

- Keep me off the grid
for a while.

- Okay.

- Dr. Jackson had
a family emergency.

Asked us to start without him.

So we've got lots to do.

First...
We have a new friend.

- My name is Elliot
and I'm a sex addict.

I'm just gonna come
right out and say it.

I love screwing
16-year-old girls.

Started with porn.

But then I-I graduated
to the real thing.

By last fall, I was nailing
five or six a week.

- Elliot, how does Clay
make you feel?

- To each his own.

- Sorry, Elliot,
we have a modesty code here.

Long sleeves,
long pants all times.

- What he's doing is illegal

and you're busting me
for rolling up my sleeves?

- I always teach my patients,
"never give up."

No matter how rough life
treats you.

- Well, the surgeon said Anna
had a good chance

of pulling through.

- Swelling like that
leaves permanent damage.

- I'll give you a moment alone.

- No.
I'm sorry.

It's just my fear.

- Well, I'm afraid too.

The rapist struck again.

- Oh, God.

- His 14th victim.

- Same motive?

Redeeming a woman
who's been abused?

- She was forced to have sex
by her college Professor,

who must have mentioned it
in your rehab.

- I can't identify my patients.

- The rapist is using you, doc.

Using you to find other victims
just like he used you

to find Ann.

Right?

- Yeah.

I talked to my group
about it last week.

- You told us that you didn't
remember assaulting her.

- I blocked it.

I blocked that night out
for 20 years.

Of all the things I did...

That was too terrible to face.

But then...

A month or so ago,
it started coming back.

Just hazy images.
- Describe them.

- I'm swimming.

Ann was lying on the dock.

Her legs...

Just hanging in the water and...

I pulled myself up.

She was lying there...

Naked.

She looked at me.

I...

I just had to have her.

- If you tried to rape Ann...

You probably succeeded.

- And the thing
that kills me...

Is that I was never
able to say, "sorry."

- So wouldn't it be a start
to help us send the animal

who did this to prison?

- No.
No, that's too easy.

It's too easy to say
he's an animal and cage him.

Of all the things I've learned
from my patients...

Is it that whatever
they've done,

they are still human beings...

- I told you I traded grades
for sex with my students,

how I betrayed that trust.

They fired me finally,
but not fast enough.

- And they are suffering
deeply inside.

- I slept with seven
guys a week.

Sometimes seven at once.

I pegged my self-worth to sex.

- No one is beyond redemption.

- I made my wife
go swinging with me.

And, well, you know,
she hated it.

So she left me.

And now I've lost the only woman
I've ever loved.

- Ask yourself, detective.

Can you really say that some
people aren't worth saving?

- Yeah, I can.

- Pick a chore, Elliot.

We all pitch in.

- Uh, how about broom duty?

- Yeah.

Courtney?

Um, Courtney here
will be your big sib

till you get your sponsor.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Would you tell Elliot
why I chose you?

- Because Elliot
is the kind of guy

I'd be banging within ten
minutes of meeting him

before I got clean.

- You're not gonna
let that happen now?

- New life.
New strength.

I got it covered, Brett.

Welcome to the house, Elliot.

- Thank you.
It's nice meeting you, Courtney.

- Are you a cop?

- Excuse me?

- I've screwed, like,
whole precincts.

Cops can be sex addicts.
It's okay.

Sorry.
I'm an accountant.

- Oh.

You come off differently.

- Okay, guys.

Bedtime.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Oh, hey, Elliot.

How's day one of your new life?

- Interesting.
That's for sure.

- Oh, um, by the way,
you, um...

you can't-
can't wear that too sleep.

- Modesty rule?
Even for bed?

- Especially for bed.

Here.
Standard issue.

- Thanks.
How'd you get the cut?

- Well, how'd I get any of 'em?

Actually, it's part
of my addiction.

I used to hire prostitutes
to cut me.

This one's actually
all healed up.

- Just keep it bandaged
to remind me.

- So stabler's undercover
in Jackson's clinic?

- He's working as fast
as he can while Jackson's

at Ann's bedside.

- Find anyone
at the other rehabs

who could be our perp?

- We looked into employment
records at utica,

Philly, Richmond.

Shrinks, janitors, vendors.

We came up empty.

- So he's definitely a patient,
protected by privilege.

- Elliot's our best bet
to find this guy.

Speaking of which,
he should be calling any minute.

- Are phones allowed in rehab?

- No, the patients were caught
secretly sexting each other.

Elliot snuck his in.

- I don't want to know how.

- Elliot, how's it going?

- Slower than I thought.

Got myself on broom duty so
I can poke around a little bit.

- See anyone
with a cut forearm?

- No, not yet,
but the next stop

is the laundry room.

Maybe someone washed his shirt
trying to get the blood out.

- What does your gut say?

- Oh, you know,
where do I start?

We got a guy named Clay,
who enjoys raping 16...

- have you been a naughty boy,
Elliot?

- What are you talking about?

- Good morning.

Where's Dr. Jackson?

- Oh, you just missed him.

Cap looked exhausted
and so I told him

to go get some sleep.

- He went home?

'Cause I needed
to ask him a question.

- Uh, he went to his clinic.

He said sex addicts
are a delicate bunch

and he needed to check in.

- Great.
Thanks.

- You were on the phone.

- No, I wasn't.
Phones aren't allowed.

- I knew it.

Oh, those are cop reflexes.

Did you think I was grabbing
for your gun?

Let me go or I'll scream.

- Okay, relax.

- Olivia.

She your girlfriend?

- What's it to you?

- The three of us
could have some fun.

- No, I need that back.

Courtney.
- Yeah?

- Don't do that.

Courtney, don't do that.

- Come and get it.

- Courtney, don't do that.

Put your shirt back on.

- Does Olivia put out, honey?

Does she satisfy you?

- Don't.
Don't.

This is not good for you.

Don't do this.

- But it's so good for you.

- Stop.

Courtney, there's no need
for this.

- You gay or something?

- Courtney, listen to me.

My daughter had trouble
with drugs.

She was promiscuous,
but she's clean.

You're clean.

- You're a walking douchebag.

Won't screw a perfectly
good piece of tail.

- Just give me my phone.

- Someone's coming.
Fold something.

- Give me the phone, please.

- No!

- What are you guys doing?

- Leaving.

- I'm doing my laundry.

What are you doing?

- I'm just looking for a shirt.

Group's meeting early today.

Starts now.

- Hey, what kind of shirt
were you looking for?

Maybe I saw it.

- Laundry, my ass.

You were gonna
do gang-bang girl.

Her mouth will take you
to nirvana, man.

So I'm told.

- Nirvana, huh?

Huh.
- Good morning.

- Dr. Jackson,
my name is Elliot,

and your book...
Changed my life.

Your courage...

Your do-the-right-thing
moral code.

You are the reason
why I'm here.

- Welcome, Elliot.
I'm glad you're here.

Thank you,
Dr. Kincaid.

- Elliot?

How dare you come here
under false pretenses.

- How dare you protect
a serial rapist.

- You are jeopardizing every-
- Thanks, doc.

- Everything I do
to help these patients.

- Yeah.
Really?

Like Clay Gibson?

I mean, he is the God-of-love
rapist, isn't he?

- I don't know if it's him.

- Well, is that the only group
that you mentioned falmouth to?

Is it?

So you call another meeting

and you get whoever it is

to admit to what he's done.

- There's nothing
I would like more

for his own redemption,

but not with you here.

- You don't want redemption
for him.

You want it for yourself.

In the meantime,
more women get raped.

Now, maybe you can
let that happen,

but I can't.

Clay Gibson, 35, two misdemeanor
assaults, bar fights.

His DNA's not on file,
but ten-to-one

it matches the blood
on holly's knife.

- So this guy was raping
16-year-olds

and he's nowhere on our radar?

- Makes you wonder
how many more are out there.

- Well, I just spent
a lovely evening

with about a dozen of them.

This has got to be our guy.

He used the word "nirvana."

You know, the realm
of the Indian gods.

- But if we're wrong,
another woman gets raped

and the real perp slips town.

Do background on every patient.

- I don't have
their last names.

But he does.

- Elliot-
excuse me.

You were right.

But you see,
I couldn't condemn him

without condemning myself.

And everything I've done
has been an attempt

to run away from my own crime.

- Time to stop running.

- Yeah.

- Dr. Jackson.

Been a long time.

- You're...Ann's old friend?

Linda.

- Dr. Jackson here
has been telling us

about a certain night
on the dock in falmouth

20 years ago.

Something happened and Ann
stopped speaking to him.

- Ann tell you about that?

- No.

Um, but I was there.

- Okay.

Can you tell us what happened?

- Ann and I were
skinny-dipping

and you came down.

- Go on.

I need to hear this.

- He doesn't remember.

- Oh, well, you were drunk.

So, um...

You stripped and jumped in.

- Stripped naked?
- Yes.

Ann got upset and...

She went back up to the house.

- Ann left?

- Yes, but I stayed

and...
You came after me

and there was
no stopping you and...

- did I...

- yeah, we had sex on the dock.

- Hold on.

You and Jackson?

Not Ann?
- Ann?

Oh, no!
No.

It was cap and me.

No, it was...

- Linda, I am so sorry.

- Oh, no.
Don't be.

I mean, that was-that was
a crazy summer for me sexually.

I wanted to do it.

I was 17 and I don't regret it.

- Why did Ann stop talking
to me?

- Oh, I was Ann's first love.

We broke her heart that night.

- Oh, God,
she blamed it all on you.

I'm so sorry, cap.

- Let's go and find him.

Let's go and find that man
that attacked my daughter.

- Forearms are my thing.

I get off on pinning women's
arms hard

till it hurts 'em.

It got to the point
where I, you know,

pinned one to the wall and,
bam,

snapped that
like a chicken wing.

- In our one-on-one
this morning,

we traced Elliot's behavior
back to his father.

- That son of a bitch pretty
much beat me up every day.

And, you know,
how I knew it was coming

is he'd roll up his sleeves.

And then, bam.

- Elliot unconsciously directs
his anger

at that first image
of the abuse.

- Like I say, you know?

Forearms are my thing.

- Now, we've seen how these
male-only sessions

can be helpful
in father re-figuration.

So-
- So, we, um...

we all roll up our sleeves,
right?

And we show Elliot
a little love, right?

- That's right.

- Come on, guys.
Roll up your sleeves.

- Give him a hug.
Shake him by the hand.

Do whatever feels natural.

- All right, brother.
- Hey, man.

- Hey.

- You totally zeroed in
on my arms last night.

They're not gonna hurt you,
all right?

- Yeah.
All right.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Thanks, doc.

What's your problem, Clay?

- I'm not breaking
the modesty code.

- Come on, Clay.

Help a fellow addict.

He needs both arms, Clay.

You have a tattoo.

- It's embarrassing.

Gonna have it lasered off.

- Well, hey, man,
doesn't look that bad.

Yeah. Hey.

- What are we missing?

Every male patient
was in that room.

- One of the females maybe?

- No, there's no transgenders
in this group.

I mean, an eavesdropper,
one of the cleaning staff?

- We checked the employees
in utica, Philly, and Richmond.

There's no overlap.

- Utica, Philly, Richmond.

That's where he struck?
- Yep.

- Well, there's an overlap
in computer systems.

Those three rehabs use
that service.

- "Secure-file.
The future of medicine."

What's that?

- The therapists
dictate their notes

and that company
stores them electronically.

But it's supposed to be secure.

- But a perp hacks
into that system,

he'd know as much
as anyone in the room.

- Except here.

They offered their services.
We turned them down.

- Why?

- We didn't need them.

Brett Kincaid
does too good a job.

- Brett the therapist
does your computers?

- He was in the room...

When I talked about Ann.

- Where is he?

- Leading the women's session.

Zoe?

I thought Brett
was running this.

- No, he left.
He wasn't feeling well.

- Where's Courtney?

- She didn't show.

You don't think she relapsed?

- Give me your phone.

Courtney, it's Elliot.
Where are you?

- Where do you think I am?

Down the street.

I got your note
and I'm here waiting.

- Where's "here"?
- Mcryan's.

The cop bar that you suggested.

And there's nobody here but me.

- Courtney, get out of there.

- What are you talking about?

- No, listen to me!
Get out!

I didn't send you there!

Meet me at rockefeller center!

- Courtney!

- Do you know?
Where is she?

- Abandoned cop bar.

- No more slutty ways.

I'm curing you.

Making you respectable.

Come on.

- Get up.
Get up!

I cured them, cap.

Now tell him to let me go.

- I hope they lock you up
for life.

- Brett Kincaid,
you're under arrest

for the rapes
of Debbie shields,

holly dimeo,
and the assault of Ann Jackson.

- I knew you were a cop.

- You look good.

- Thanks.

But he looks like hell though.

Cap?

- Oh.

- How are you?

Clinic's empty.

- All of your patients left?

- Mm-hmm.

Because I let a cop in.

- I am sorry.

- I thought you hated my work.

- Some of those guys
should be locked up,

but most of 'em,
you were helping.

- Thank you.

So...Ann hasn't
woken up yet, but...

When she does...

I'll be there.