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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.

Forgive me, Father Fryson.

It's been two years
since my last confession.

Listen my sins.

I was selfish and disrespectful.

I lost my temper.

For these and all of my sins
I am truly sorry.

After two years, that's it?

Why don't you tell me what's
really bothering you, Elliot?

It's like I keep losing people.

Like your family?

My family...

my kids...

friends.

You said friends.

You mean someone at work?

Sorry, Father, I gotta go.

Okay, but you should come back.

Ego te absolvo, in nomine patris,
et filii, et spiritus sancti.

Amen.

Elliot, for your penance,
call your wife.

Stabler!

You weren't at the house.

I thought you clocked out early.

Lucius Blaine, Queens SVU.

You and me, we're gonna be partners.

Victim's a teenage hottie.

No purse, no panties,

unconscious with head trauma,
ligature marks around both wrists,

and her finger sliced clean off.

- Dump job?
- We got fresh tire tracks.

Perp pulled the girl out of the car.

Dragged her behind this barricade.

- Perps?
- We got two clear sets of footprints.

From the depth of indentation,
these guys aren't small.

Get me an ID on the tires
and the shoes.

- Who found her?
- Marie Antoinette over there.

Her footprints are
all over the scene too.

Oh, yeah?

You officers check this woman? / No.

- Ma'am, turn around. Turn around.
- What are you doing?

- Where is it?
- It's gone!

- Here it is right here.
- Yeah. / Let it go.

Well, well, well,
what do we have here, huh?

It was on the ground.
I didn't steal it.

So it just jumped up into your coat?
Hold her.

It looks like our victim's name
is Jessica Delay.

William Osler high school.

Oh, my god.

What the hell is this?

You cut off her finger,
you freaking witch?

No, it was just lying on the ground!

So taking her money
wasn't enough, was it?

You had to get this ring, huh?

We can still save it,
we can still save it. Put it on ice.

- Answer me! / No!
- Hold the bus! Hold the bus!

Put it in the cup!
Put it in the cup.

Hold the bus.
I'm coming with you.

Place a witch.

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Jessica's being prepped for surgery.

Thanks to you, we might be
able to save her finger.

- You do a rape kit?
- No fluids.

She was sodomized with
a blunt object.

What about the cuts on her wrists?

Made by a knife, not by ligatures.

Somebody tried to cut off her hands?

Couldn't get through the bone,
took a finger instead. / Can I talk to her?

After the surgery.

Excuse me.

Did you call Jessica's parents?

Mom's on her way.
You question her yet? / No.

There she is.

- Hey, I'm a detective, Jessica.
- Leave her alone.

Look, Jessica,
just tell me what happened.

- I need to know who did this to you, okay?
- You can't talk to her right now.

- Let me know. Just tell me something.
- Blaine, that's enough!

Look, man, we've got
a window of opportunity.

I understand that, but scaring
the girl's not gonna get us anything.

Sorry.

Forgot I was dealing
with detective Sensitive.

Why'd you land this blowhard on me?

He's a good cop.

Queens SVU speaks highly of him.

Right, that's why they
dumped him on us.

Where's Benson?

Computer crimes.

You needed a break from each other.

In whose opinion?

Decision's made.

- Bring me up to speed.
- Sure thing, captain.

CSU ID'd the tires as Bridgestone RX,
used on any number of SUVs and vans.

Now the shoe prints were made
by a Quattro game and a solon shock.

Now given the size of the print,

creep number one is
about 5'10", creep two, 5'8".

- Where was Jessica attacked?
- I wouldn't know.

I wasn't allowed to talk to her.

But she was probably grabbed anywhere
between her school here

and the downtown subway station here.

Now for the amount of blood,

CSU reckons that she was probably
raped and mutilated on the scene.

Until we talk to her,
we won't know.

You got anything
of value you want to add?

Just that it was personal.

Perps didn't take
her money or credit cards.

They just wanted to inflict pain.

So why did they steal her cell phone?

How do you know she had one?

She's 16 with three credit cards.
She had a cell phone.

Something else the perps didn't take,

Jessica's health department ID card.

I never heard of a teenager working
for the health department.

- Neither have they.
- So what's she doing with a fake ID?

I don't know, but check out
the number on the back.

It belongs to Rufus Brownell,
an inspector at the department.

He's not in the office today.
He's on 14th street checking out stores.

His license plate number is AEV 7685.

That's our boy.

He's got a little friend
in there with him.

- What the hell?
- Blaine.

Blaine!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Take your hands off her!

- Get out here! Get out here!
- What seems to be the problem, huh?

- What, one girl isn't enough for you?
- Leave him alone! / Blaine.

Blaine! / It's cool.
I'm a cop, okay?

I'm not doing anything wrong.
I can explain. / Calm down.

All right, let's everyone calm down.
Calm down.

- Come here.
- Let me see some ID.

Now, what are you doing
with that girl?

I'm a health department inspector.

I'm working with Lori.

What, you're working
with her undoing her bra?

I'm fixing her wire.
This is a tobacco sting.

I'm trying to catch stores
selling cigarettes to minors.

- You use children as bait?
- Lori's 16.

I pay her eight bucks an hour.
Listen, I'm not doing anything illegal.

Stabler.

- Fake ID come with the job?
- What do you mean it's fake?

Look, it makes the kids feel important.

Like part of a team.

How about her?
Is she part of the team?

Jessica.
Where did you get this?

From her purse after she was
attacked and nearly killed. / What?

What are you talking about?

You use kids as bait, man.
You don't think they might get hurt?

I'm always close by.
Nothing bad happens.

Tell that to Jessica.

We're gonna need a list of
stores that you sent her to.

MANHATTAN
HEALTH DEPARTMENT
OFFICE OF RUFUS BROWNELL
TUESDAY, MARCH 28

These are this month's investigations.

The blue flags are stores
I raided with Jessica.

I'm surprised she had time
to go to school.

Jessica takes the job seriously.

It's not a job, man.

This is putting kids in harm's way.

More harm than letting
them buy cigarettes?

Where we do these stings,
teen smoking is down by 50%.

I'm helping these kids.

You know, a store loses
its tobacco license,

it's a big hole in its income.

Any of these places threaten Jessica?

Sometimes store owners get angry.

One guy....

one guy did get a bit rough.

That's Jessica.

She pays.

She takes the cigarettes
and heads out.

It looks like she's laughing at him.

Yeah, but look.

Nothing happened.
The second there's trouble, I'm in.

Yeah, that's comforting.

Who's that guy and
where can we find him?

Hamzid Latif.

Third time he's been caught this year.

He lost his license for six months.

The store is two blocks
from where Jessica was found.

I remember the little bitch.
She cost me thousands of bucks.

- So you took it out on her?
- I didn't touch her.

Sure, you did.
We got it on videotape.

Yeah, the health inspector
said you wanted to kill her.

I was angry. She comes in here.
She says, "I want cigarettes."

I say, "you're too young."
She says, "come on, I won't tell anybody."

- And she is real pretty.
- Yeah.

She is a hottie, all right.

She's all, like, you know,
flirting with me. What could I do?

Yeah, what could you do?

Pervert.

- You get turned on by little children?
- What are you saying?

I'm saying the little whore came in here
and stole your tobacco license,

- so you wanted to pay her back.
- Okay, she got me angry. / Blaine.

She called me names.
She laugh at me,

- but I swear I did not touch her.
- Blaine.

That's why you took her outside
and hit her over the head? / Blaine!

What? / Nice shoes.
Are those Quattros?

Tell you what, why don't we take Mr. Hamzid
for a walk through the crime scene?

Come on. Get your jacket.

We need you to print
our friend's shoes here.

No way, you need warrant
for my footprints.

We don't need squat, smart ass.
Just go stand in the mud.

- There's no point.
- Hey, do it!

I took casts of the perps' shoes.

Based on the depth of impressions,

the smaller perp weighed
about 240 pounds, the heavier 300.

At most, this guy weighs 150.

Good-bye, Mr. Hamzid.
Thank you for your time.

Stabler.

OFFICE OF THE
MEDICAL EXAMINER
TUESDAY, MARCH 28

Where's Olivia?

Reassigned.
Detective Blaine, Dr. Warner.

Your rape-kidnap case.

I ran tests on the blood stains
on your victim's clothes.

There were two blood types.

- A perp cut himself?
- Cut "herself."

From the levels of the hormones
FSH and LH in her blood,

this female's going through puberty.

We're looking for a 240-pound girl?

Whose blood glucose
is through the roof.

So when you arrest her, make sure
you tell her she's got type II diabetes.

- So we're looking for two kids?
- Two very large kids.

- You speak to Jessica yet?
- No, she was sedated post-op.

And then her mom wouldn't let us see her.
Said she was too upset.

What about her finger?

They reattached it, but, you know,
whether she'll be able to use it again...

How's Blaine doing?

Great.

Okay, get Jessica to speak.
I'll send Munch and Fin to her school.

MERCY GENERAL HOSPITAL
JESSICA DELAY'S ROOM
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 29

I don't remember much.

I got out of school at about 1:30.

And I was gonna take the subway
to Tommy's apartment.

I took my usual shortcut down an alley.
And then I heard a van behind me.

It stopped.
And then I heard footsteps.

And then suddenly there was
a bag over my head.

And I was being dragged into the van.

The next thing I know I'm here.

How many people were
in the van, Jessica?

I don't know.
More than one.

Did they say anything to you?
To each other?

No.

Do you have any enemies?
Any school feuds?

No, I get along with everyone.

- I have a lot of friends.
- Is that true?

Why are you asking me?

- You're her friend, aren't you?
- Yes.

Jess doesn't have any enemies.

We think your attackers knew you.

Which means you probably know them.

Is there any reason why someone
would want to hurt you?

Why are you making me
go through this again?

- I already told you I don't know.
- Can't you see you're upsetting her?

We're just trying to
find out who hurt her.

Did you have your cell phone
when you were attacked?

- I don't think so.
- We didn't find it in your purse.

Well, then those bastards
must have stolen it.

Why didn't they take anything else?

Why are you being so mean?

Please, just get out
and leave me alone.

In Queens we treat
a victim like a victim.

Then go back to Queens.

Gentlemen, you get anything
from Jessica?

Not much.

She wasn't given much of a chance.

What happened?

Stabler intimidated her. / I'm not buying her
"little miss innocent routine."

You saw how she led on
that store owner.

Hey, good for her, man.

She took down a drug-peddling creep
who had a thing for schoolgirls.

The guy was selling cigarettes.

Jessica's school faxed over
her outreach schedule.

Busy little bee.

- Plays, concerts, debating society.
- Who was the last concert?

The most recent was the Coretta
Scott King high school orchestra.

- That's where we start.
- Why?

Because whoever attacked her
knew she played.

You wanna screw up a pianist,
you cut off her finger.

CORETTA SCOTT KING
HIGH SCHOOL
354 EAST 120TH STREET
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 29

Do you have any big kids in the orchestra?
Like over 200 pounds?

It used to be heavy kids played music
just so they wouldn't have to do P.E.

But we don't have P.E. anymore,
and about a third of our kids are overweight.

What are you doing about it?

Made the cafeteria serve
more salads and fruits.

But kids like burgers and fries.

Got about a half dozen food
restaurants right on this block.

Vending machines are locked during
school hours, but kids stock up before.

It's not just about food.

Right, I mean, these kids,
they could exercise. Play sports.

Where you been, detective?

We can't afford sports facilities
or the teachers to run them.

They're lucky to have an orchestra.

Why do you wanna talk
to the kids anyway?

- We're looking for a witness.
- Blaine.

- Excuse me one second.
- Thank you.

Munch checked Jessica's
cell phone records.

There was a call made
an hour after she was attacked.

You get the number?
Great.

Hi, everyone.

These are police officers.
They've got a few questions.

We're looking for witnesses to an assault
that happened Monday afternoon.

A girl was attacked on the way to the subway,
and she was hurt real bad.

Anyone?

- Kenny, no phones in practice.
- Sorry.

- Hello.
- Hey, Kenny.

- What's going on?
- You tell me.

Where were you two afternoons ago?

- I don't remember.
- You don't remember.

- Stand up. Come with us.
- Leave my brother alone.

Hey, and what happened to your face?

Nothing. / Put it down.
You're coming too.

Let's go.

What's up with him?

Kenny Bixton, 16.

Wearing Quattro jumps,
same size as the prints from the scene.

- He say anything?
- Yeah. "Get me a soda."

He needs to ease up on the soda.

What about the girl?

It's his sister Mia, age 14.

Mom's coming on down.

Get the forensics, get a confession,
and put this to bed.

The victim described you
pretty good, Mia.

As soon as we walked
into the band room,

we knew exactly who you were.

- Where's my brother?
- Next door.

He's been telling detective
Stabler all about it.

You see, this is
what we call truth time.

Tell us the truth,
and it counts in your favor.

It counts a lot.

Is my mother coming?

The thing is, sweetheart,
once your mother shows up,

the lawyers show up.

And then truth time is over.

And whatever you say has
to be put in the book.

And once it's there,
it's on your record forever. / Blaine.

I just want my mother.
Please.

We're trying to find her.

In fact, my colleague
will leave now and call her.

Mia, this is your chance.

Tell the truth now. And the fact
it's your first offense, you'll get off.

Really?

- You'll get immunity.
- Detective, outside now.

Okay? / Detective!
Outside, please!

- What seems to be your problem?
- You!

Questioning a minor
without a parent present?

Give me a break. / Even if you get
something in there, we can't use it.

Look, we can use it
to break the brother! They did it, man!

Look, they brutalized that girl!

Right, and when the defense finds out
how you got the confession, what?

How they gonna find out, huh?
You're gonna back me up!

The words of two detectives
against a kid.

- There's no way I'm doing that.
- Don't give me that holier-than-though crap.

- I know how you work.
- You know nothing about me.

No wonder your partner dumped you.

What'd you just say to me?

You screwed her, and now
you're trying to screw me.

Get off me!

Hey, hey, hey!
Come on, guys, easy, easy.

Get off me!
Get off me!

- That's enough!
- Elliot, come on!

Blaine, my office now.

Everybody, back to work.
Fun's over.

What do you got to say, Elliot?

Either you get rid of him,
or I quit.

You get changed,
and get in my office.

I like that shirt.

What are you doing here?

I heard what happened
between you and Blaine.

What can I tell you?
He's a prick.

Why didn't you tell me?

Elliot, we've been partners
for seven years.

Longer than anybody else here.

We needed a change.

I'm sorry.

I should have talked to you.

It's just...

just too complicated.

Thanks for dropping by.

You got anything to say?

- I've already said it.
- You're not leaving. / Is Blaine?

He stays, and so do you.

You're running away from yourself.

What are you talking about?

You know why I put
Blaine with you?

Because you started drinking again?

So you know what
you're like to work with.

What does that mean?
I don't lie to kids.

He bends the rules.
You do too. / Not with kids.

You want me to list every time
you've crossed the line?

You're a good cop.

But god knows how Olivia
put up with you for so long.

Oh, well, Olivia's a saint.

The kids' mom just left.

CSU is on their way over
to search the house.

- Get Blaine, and get over there.
- Captain.

You will work this case
together, understood?

Sorry about your shirt.

Sorry about your face.

Look, we don't got a choice.
Let's just work this case, all right?

Fine with me.

APARTMENT OF
RUDI BIXTON
242 EAST 123RD STREET
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 29

Ms. Bixton, do you own a car?

- How could we afford a car?
- Do you have access to one?

This is New York city.
What do we need a car for? Excuse me.

Where were Kenny and Mia
two afternoons ago? / At school.

What time did they get home?

I don't know. I work in a laundromat
until 8 o'clock at night.

Maybe your son knows.

Rudi, tell them.

Where were your brother
and sister Tuesday afternoon?

They came home after school.
They were here.

Those are some bruises
you got on you, Rudi.

What happened to you?
Did you get in a fight?

I fell down some stairs.
Hurt my leg.

Hurt your hand too?

- Broke a couple bones.
- Detectives.

Souvenir bat for the Bronx gators.

I think it's what they
battered Jessica with.

Hit the lights.

It's blood and skin fragments.

They used this to beat
her unconscious.

And then used it to sodomize her.

- Do you know what that is, Mia?
- You don't have to answer that.

That was found in your brother's room,
and it has Jessica's blood on it.

They could have found that bat
in the street and taken it home.

Well...

This your shoe print, Mia?

That's the shoe print from the scene
where Jessica was found.

Identical. / That doesn't mean
Mia put here there.

But it sure does add up.

Pretty soon...we're gonna find the knife
that you used to cut her with.

Gonna find the van.

And we're gonna match your blood
to the blood on her clothes.

Just don't say anything.

He's right, you shouldn't say anything
about what you did to Jessica.

Now, what we wanna know here...

what'd Jessica do to you?

She stole his cap.

- Okay, whose cap?
- My brother Rudi's.

She was wearing it
at the practice for the concert.

How do you know it was his?

Because he's the only guy dumb
enough to support the team the Gators.

It still doesn't mean
that it's his cap.

It was! Because I asked her
where she got it from.

What'd she say?

She said that she took the cap
off this fat slob

that was stinking up the park bench.

- And that's when I knew.
- Knew what?

That she was one of the people
that beat up my brother.

Kicked him so bad
they put him in the hospital.

Cost him his job.

So it was time for payback?

You bet it was.

So you grabbed her, you beat her,
and you cut her.

My brother's hand has gangrene
under the bandage because of his diabetes.

Doctors had to
cut off three fingers.

I wanted her to suffer like he did.

Why'd you sexually assault her?

She called my sister a pig.

She said pigs shouldn't
be allowed to breed.

I could never say
such a terrible thing, never.

So if we search your house,
will we find Rudi's baseball cap? / No.

I don't wear baseball caps,

and I don't even know Rudi Bixton
or Mia Bixton, any of them.

They know you.

That's because they kidnapped me,

did horrible things to me.

They tortured me, and you're treating me
like it's my fault.

I'm Lionel Granger, your attorney.

Jessica's mother called me.
This interview is over.

Hey, we're just talking.

You're talking, she's crying.
That's harassment. Come on, Jessica.

Hey, we believe she was involved
in a brutal assault.

This alleged assault,
is there a police report of it?

An ER report?

That's because it didn't happen.

Why don't you go do your jobs
and charge the little, sorry,

large bastards who ruined
this girl's life?

Granger's right. We have nothing on Jessica
and everything on the kids.

I have to charge them
and put them on trial.

- Then the case is closed.
- What about Rudi?

He's a grown man.

He could've reported the assault.
He didn't.

And even if he did,
it isn't a case for SVU.

Type up your DD5s and move on.

Here's my paperwork
on Jessica Delay.

So what do you want me
to do next, captain?

Cragen.

Uh, what?
Cheney shoot somebody else?

A rich white girl gets attacked
and the fine officers of the NYPD are on it.

Within 48 hours, her attackers
are arrested, charged, arraigned.

- Thank you, assemblyman Molina.
- But when a person of color

is beaten nearly to death,

where are the police?
Where is the outrage?

I mean, must the Ghetto always
suffer from unequal justice?

It's just a lot of hot air.

Yeah. Well, I...

We...
Yes, sir.

We're right on it. Yes, sir.

One police plaza.

What I said about Rudi
not being an SVU case?

He is now.

APARTMENT OF
RUDI BIXTON
242 EAST 123RD STREET
FRIDAY, MARCH 31

I'm not saying the police are racists.

All I'm saying is that if you have money
you get a better kind of service.

Detectives, it looks like the TV cameras
have to show up before you do.

Lucious Blaine, congratulations on finally
investigating a three-week-old crime.

We investigate crimes
when they're reported to us. / Right.

- You know him?
- Grew up on the same block.

- Justice!
- For all!

Yeah, I was coming from work.

I stopped for a minute,
must have fallen asleep.

The next thing I know I got these
two devils kicking and beating on me,

cursing and shouting...

that I'm a fat scum.

And to get my fast ass
out of their park.

Did you see any faces?

Don't know I'd recognize them again.
I was trying to protect my head.

You remember anything else?

At the end...

when I couldn't
see through the blood,

I heard one of them say,
"get a picture."

There was a flash.

- And they left.
- Okay.

Did they take your cap?

Why is it that you didn't
report this, Mr. Bixton?

- You don't understand.
- No, I don't.

Why would you let your little
brother and sister fight your fight?

What kind of man are you?

Why are they in jail when the people
who attacked you should be, huh?

Because I got so damn fat,
I let children beat me.

No names, no faces.

Checked the park where it
happened, no security cameras.

And no forensics.

Been two storms and
a snowfall since the attack.

Rudi mentioned a camera flash,

could have been taken
with Jessica's phone.

It could have been why Rudi's
brother and sister stole it. / It was.

I was just at Rikers.

Mia told me she checked the phone,
no pictures of Rudi on it.

Where's the phone now?

The bottom of the East river.

But its billing records are here.

Jessica made lots of calls in the hours
before and after Rudi was attacked.

Mostly to two numbers.
One was Tommy Strahan.

Hey, that's the guy that was
with her in the hospital.

And the other was
an internet sign-on page.

- Maybe she was emailing something.
- Like a photo.

Computer crimes is already on it.

Our latest recruit sweet-talked
a subpoena out of a friendly judge.

And then got Jessica's ISP to show us
exactly where the girl went on the web.

Straight to a private website
accessible only by password.

The kind of we normally see
with Jihadists or child pornographers.

Scratchyouritch.Net,
all the latest ways to vent your hate.

Oh, pet peeves.
Choose your topic.

Fags, spics, dykes, coons, fatsos.

They're a special favorite.

Even have a thread about
how to get rid of them

including shipping them to Africa
to feed them to the starving.

What does this
have to do with our case?

Follow the thread.

You want another way
to get rid of porkers?

Kick them into shape.

That's the park
and the park bench.

Rudi on the ground. And that...

Jessica's friend Tommy Strahan.
Taken with Jessica's cell phone.

Tommy Strahan.

How can I help you, detectives?

You can turn around because you're
under arrest for assaulting Rudi Bixton.

What are you doing to him?

- Jessica Delay, you are under arrest
- Get off me!

- for assaulting Rudi Bixton, come on.
- What are you talking about?

Luke, call my dad.
Tell him I need a lawyer.

Do you recognize
the girl who attacked you?

No, I don't see her.

Do you see the man
who attacked you?

Number four. That's him.

I don't even know
who Rudi Bixton is.

- He says he knows you.
- He's lying.

He was sitting on a park bench

minding his own business
when you jumped him.

- I never touched him.
- Yeah, who's this?

Sorry I'm late, Mr. Strahan.

The only reason you arrested my
client was political pressure.

You have not one scrap
of evidence against him.

- We have this and a positive ID.
- What ID?

The victim picked him out of a line-up.

Only because he'd seen him
on the TV news.

People are shocked about
the arrest of two teenagers

in connection with the assault
on East Harlem resident, Rudi Bixton.

Kids and their damn camera phones.

That item was first broadcast
30 minutes before your officers

collected Rudi Bixton from his home
and brought him here.

You have no proof Rudi saw it.

You have no proof he didn't.

Let's get him in here.
Ask him.

Whatever he says doesn't change the fact
that your line-up was contaminated.

No judge will allow the identification.

Good thing we still got this photo
showing your client beating up Rudi.

It shows an unidentifiable man
kicking another unidentifiable man.

It was taken
by Jessica Delay's cell phone

and posted on the web the night
your client beat Rudi Bixton to a pulp.

Impossible. He was playing poker
at a friend's house that night.

You have nothing.

My client's going home.

Why don't we just talk to your ADA,

use the internet photo to get
a warrant to search Tommy's house?

Detectives.

Rudi, what are you doing back here?

- I heard you let the girl go.
- Yeah.

What about the guy?

We couldn't hold him.
Not enough evidence.

- Had a good lawyer, huh?
- Sorry, man.

We wish you'd come forward
in the first place.

Yeah. Me too.

Even with a warrant, Jessica and Tommy have
had plenty of time to get rid of the evidence.

Yeah, thanks to their
expensive lawyers.

Hey.

Hey, you!
Hey, I'm talking to you.

- Remember me?
- He's got a gun!

Drop it!
Drop it!

Somebody call a bus!

Did I, did I kill him?

With all the security in this building,
how did Rudi get a gun in here?

Nobody thought to search
the guy in the wheelchair.

What do we do about Jessica Delay?

What can we do?
Rudi didn't identify her.

And any half decent lawyer will pull
the internet photo to pieces.

Keep digging.

These two psychos,
they started this whole thing.

Yeah. And they've been punished.

She was raped, beaten,
and mutilated, and he's dead.

If the Bixton family didn't keep
taking the law into their own hands...

Hey, they have no reason
to trust the law.

Assemblyman Molina, what an honor.

Likewise.

I was told I could find
miss Novak here.

Rudi Bixton, I assume
you're gonna plead him out.

I'll try him for murder.

Look, he saw the man who brutalized
him walk free as a bird.

He reacted out of rage and despair.

And I'm sure the defense
will try that argument.

So if you came here to bully me
into making a deal...

No, I'm here to warn you that this
trial is about more than Rudi Bixton.

He's just one victim in an epidemic.

- What epidemic?
- Obesity and type II diabetes.

No, this trial is about a murder.

It's about what led up to a murder.

Now race, class,
and geography guaranteed

that Rudi would become obese,
would get diabetes.

Obesity put Rudi on that park bench.

Made him the victim of a hate crime.

If you think a judge is gonna let you
use a health issue as a smokescreen...

4100 people diagnosed
with diabetes every day.

55 go blind.
120 have kidney failure.

230 get a limb amputated.

That's every single day.

Is that a smokescreen?

It's got nothing to do with the case.

Rudi Bixton is the case.

And by the time he's told his story,

no jury will convict him.

TRIAL PART 38
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 26

How much do you weigh, Rudi?

320 pounds.

Have you always been that heavy?

I guess so.

Most of my family's big.

What is your favorite food
that you remember,

when you were a kid?

Snippy's snowy flakes,

the one with the lion
called snippy on the box.

And why was snippy so special?

He was my favorite character on TV.

And the cereal came
with little toys inside.

Did your family
eat breakfast together?

Moms had to work.

So she would just sit us in front
of the TV until school time.

What about when you
came home from school?

Did your mom cook dinner?

Are we going to hear about
every meal Mr. Bixton ever ate?

Ms. Waldron...

Your honor, I'm just trying to show
the jury how impossible it is

for a child to learn how
to eat responsibly. / Your honor...

Especially when the teacher
is not a parent, but a TV set,

whose sole purpose is to sell him

- as many sweet and fatty foods as possible.
- Your honor, she is testifying.

Jury will ignore
counsel's last remarks.

You may answer the question.

Moms didn't cook.

She was always tired
from working two jobs.

We'd go out for burgers or fried chicken,

order in pizza
to eat in front of the TV.

What happened when you got sick, Rudi?

When I was diagnosed with diabetes,

I went to a clinic.
I did good too.

I lost nearly 50 pounds.

Had my blood sugar under control.

And then?

- The clinic closed.
- Why?

The hospital couldn't afford it.

The insurance company
said it cost too much.

- Do you have health insurance now?
- No.

Why did you shoot Tommy Strahan?

I was so mad.

It was like I was blind with rage

because of what he had done
to me and my family.

He was just gonna walk away.

Are you sorry for what you did?

- I am.
- Thank you.

Your witness.

That's a very sad story, Mr. Bixton.
Thank you for sharing.

You're welcome.

Now, the sequence of events
on the day of the shooting,

you picked Tommy Strahan
out of a line-up. / Yes.

Then you went home, you got a gun,
and you returned to the police station.

Yeah.
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And then because you were
blind with rage,

and he was just going to walk away,
you shot him.

Yeah.
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So you must have known he was going
to walk before you got the gun.

That's right.

How did you know?

You didn't.

Be honest, you were gonna shoot
him no matter what happened.

He could have been
on his way to court,

- you still would have shot him.
- No.

You weren't blind with rage.
You planned the entire thing.

He beat you.
He humiliated you.

You wanted to prove
that you were a man.

You aren't sorry
you shot him, are you?

Are you?

No.

I'm glad he's dead.

And I'd do it again.

Nothing further.

- How'd it go?
- Wonderful.

I goaded the gentle giant
until he snapped.

Detective Tutuola found
our baseball cap.

Perched on the pretty
little head of Jessica Delay.

It's the Bronx Gators.
We got her.

And when and where was this taken?

The security camera
at Coretta Scott King high.

The day she showed up there
for concert practice.

I found something else on Jessica.

Are you working this case now?

I've been following her postings online.
She's obsessed.

- With what?
- Weight.

I took a look at her
high school yearbook.

She hasn't been at that
fancy private school very long.

Where was she before?

Some very interesting places.

There she is.

Have a seat right there.

- Shouldn't I have my lawyer here?
- No.

You're not under arrest.

We just need help with something.

You said you never wore
that baseball cap.

There it is on your head.

Yeah, Rudi's sister
Mia said that, uh...

you told her you took it off a...

what was that again, partner?

- A fat slob stinking up a park bench.
- Yeah.

I didn't say that. She's lying.
I found that hat.

- You can't keep me here.
- No.

No, you're free to go
whenever you want.

You hate fat people, don't you?

No, I don't mind them.

What about me?

I'm kinda heavy.

- Do I disgust you?
- No.

Come on! You see a 300-pound mountain
shoving food in his mouth in a restaurant,

that doesn't make you sick?

People can't help being black or gay,
but being fat, well, hat's their fault, right?

No pride, no self-control.
Check this one out right here.

Look at her.
She's a heifer.

- Jessica Delay, age 14.
- Where did you get that?

Jessica, aged 15. 230 pounds,

and this is from your yearbook at Hidden
Glades Ranch in California, what's that?

A very exclusive school
for very heavy teens.

Good diet, lots of exercise,
strict supervision.

- Why are you doing this?
- The final result is this right here.

A beautiful young girl
who hates fat people. / Stop it, please!

- 'Cause she used to be one herself.
- Stop!

You don't know what it's like!

People staring at you
every bite that you eat.

The jokes.

Do you sleep in a crate?

Broken any benches lately?
You're a leper!

Is that how you saw Rudi Bixton?

Is that why you attacked him?

- Tommy started it.
- Yeah, but you joined in.

Yes.

I couldn't stand the sight of him.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

So you'll give this to the defense?

Yeah.
But it won't help Rudi much.

Some of Jessica's money might have.

Like they say, "you can never be
too rich or too thin."

TRIAL PART 38
THURSDAY, APRIL 27

In the case of
the people vs. Rudi Bixton,

on the sole count of the indictment,
murder in the second degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant...

guilty.

This court is adjourned.

- Where's Rudi?
- I don't know.

I didn't have a chance
to find out from Roger.

You heard the verdict?

I was there.

Rudi wasn't.

What happened?

He was rushed to the hospital.
Double whammy.

Kidney failure and
his left foot amputated.

Guilty verdict's kind of irrelevant
when he's under a death sentence anyhow.

You leaving? / Captain said to close
the case and move on.

So I'm moving on.

I won't say it's been a pleasure.

- Take care.
- Yeah.

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