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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.

Why you gotta do me, huh?

Why you gotta do me?

Oh, why you gotta do me?

Ow, why you gotta do me like that?

Peter Lophus blitz-attacked
Chelsea Arndale at 4:02 A.M.

He brutalized her
for 5 minutes, 27 seconds.

He broke her arm,
three bones in her face,

and raped her.

He then left her naked,
semiconscious,

and bleeding profusely on the floor.

Detective Stabler,
when you questioned the defendant,

was he able to provide an alibi
for the time of the attack?

No, he was not.

No further questions.

Your witness, Mr. Kressler.

That's a very disturbing tape, I admit.

I had to look away
several times myself,

so maybe I missed it.

But I never saw
my client's face, did you?

No.

He was identified through DNA evidence.

DNA retrieved from the rape kit?

Evidently, he has a sexual dysfunction,

and he was unable to maintain
an erection to ejaculate.

So that's another no.

My client's DNA
was not found on the victim.

It was extracted from chewing gum that
he spit out at the crime scene.

Right. The smoking gum.

Not seen on the tape.

- But you found it.
- My partner did.

My partner at the time did.
Detective Olivia Benson, yes.

Are you aware of detective Benson's
prior history with the defendant?

Now that you ask,

she arrested him five years ago
for acquaintance rape.

That's why his DNA was in the system.

And that's why she had access to it.

- Objection!
- Mr. Kressler...

It's an alternate theory
of the crime, your honor.

Ah, it's a bunch of crap.

Nothing further.
You may step down.

Defense calls detective Olivia Benson.

Sheriff Bartley!

The eco nuts are at it again.

We're gonna have to catch them
in the act for once.

They damage any equipment,
set any fires?

No, but they're not moving!

Well, we'll see about that.

No more clear cuts,
no more lies!

Stop committing eco-cide!

No more clear cuts,
no more lies!

Stop committing eco-cide!

Lessinger lumber uses WMDs!

They're sneaking in weapons of mass
deforestation under cover of darkness.

Yeah, so you idiots don't blow them up!

These trees are protected.

All right, this is
the sheriff's department.

You are hereby ordered to disperse.

This is a state forest!
We have a right to be here.

If you do not disperse immediately,
you will be forcibly removed.

We're not moving!

They're harvesting old-grown timber
in direct violation of federal law!

All right, break them up.

You heard what he said.
Break them up!

Hey, watch your hands, pervert!

Touch her again, I'll kill you!

Now, wake up!

On the ground!

Hey! / On the ground!

Hey, he's not resisting!
You can stop...

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2006/10/31

Not only was she not on the witness list,
you weren't even up.

I'm not the one who's hiding
a possible exculpatory witness.

Your honor, the defense
doesn't have a leg to stand on.

So he's resorting
to courtroom stunts 101.

No cop ever planted evidence before?

Not this one, and you know it.

She's a decorated detective
with a spotless record.

You say tomato,
I say motive for revenge.

Produce the officer to testify
to chain of custody.

Your honor, the defense obviously found out
that detective Benson is unavailable,

and is trying to twist that
to his advantage.

I've been trying to serve her
with a notice to appear for a month.

It's like she vanished
from the face of the earth.

Or somebody's hiding her.

Ms. Novak, where exactly
is detective Benson?

All I know is she's working
a classified operation with the feds
for the last five weeks now,

possibly out of state.

Holy Cross Hospital
Walton County, Oregon
Monday, October 9

Elliot, Elliot...

Hey, who's Elliot?

What?

You've been mumbling
the name Elliot all night.

Where are we?

County hospital. Prison ward.

Deputy Abu Grab tried
to brain you for helping T-bone.

Hope, did they break your leg?

Yeah.

When I tried to make a run for it,
I twisted my foot in a gopher hole.

I snapped my ankle.

What's so funny?

The fact that you've devoted
your life to nature,

and this is how it repays you?

The hell!

It was that greedy, earth-raping
lumber company's fault.

Them and the corrupt police
they have in their pocket.

You're right.

You're right.

You should sue them for police brutality.
You and T-bone both.

Actually, T-bone hit the cop first.

- And mine was an accident.
- No, it wasn't.

How on earth can you defend
those fascists?

You're right.

Must be the concussion talking.
I'm not myself.

I didn't say anything else, did I?

- No.
- You sure?

All I could make out was "Elliot."

So spill. Who is he?

Nobody.

It doesn't sound like nobody.

Elliot...

Elliot...

Hey, captain, Elliot around?

He just went out on a call with Danny.

I need to get in touch with Liv.

Forget it.
He doesn't know where she is.

- Do you?
- No.

Word in the conspiracy mill is
she's out having my love child.

This is serious, Munch.

If I don't find her, I'm looking
at a mistrial on my rape case.

Shouldn't you have hashed that
out before you went to trial?

Well, I was blindsided.
Stabler was the arresting officer.

I never thought they'd
call Liv to testify.

You'll work it out.

Look, I just need her for a day,
in closed court.

No.

Come on, she can't be thwarting
arson plots every day.

For all we know, she's got
some down time right now

and is bored out of her skull.

Pupils are equal and reactive.

BP's 110 over 70.

So I'm gonna be fine.
What about her?

She's about to have a baby,
and they've got her in four-point restraints.

It's prison mandate.

It's inhumane.

If she were an animal,
our group would be trying to rescue her.

State's taking the baby away.

Soon as I cut the cord,

prisoner goes back to finish
an 18-month drug sentence.

I'm here to pick up a, uh,
Pers-a-fone James.

- It's Persephone.
- She ready to be discharged?

It's only a mild concussion,

but I'd like to keep her
overnight for observation.

- Is it life-threatening?
- No.

In that case, she's gonna need
to get dressed and come with me.

Ma'am, you're under arrest
for assaulting an officer.

- What?
- You have the right to remain silent.

I never assaulted anybody!

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

I was the one assaulted!

- You have the right to an attorney.
- I know my rights.

Can you take these handcuffs off?
They are cutting my wrists.

Sorry about that.

- Thank you.
- Have a seat.

Look, do I get a phone call?

You'll get your phone call.
Just sit tight.

T-bone, wake up.

I wasn't asleep.

I'm just listening and learning.

You okay?

Been better.

I figure they're gonna
try to question us. / They'll try.

Is there anybody that
I should avoid mentioning?

Why mention anyone?

You know, they're trying to connect us
to the earth defenders group.

And if there's somebody
that I need to cover for,

please let me know.

Here comes the deputy
that whooped our asses.

Deputy Ibold, you seem like
a reasonable man.

What do we have to do to clear this up?

Are you trying to bribe
an officer of the law?

No, I'm not,

but I'm simply saying
that my friend T-bone here
is willing to apologize to you.

- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you are.

And I never touched you.

But I do apologize
for stepping in your business.

I was just trying
to defuse a bad situation.

- Let's go.
- Where?

Smile. You wanna look pretty
for your mug shot, don't you?

You know that I didn't hit you.

Turn to your right.

You're making a false arrest.

Turn to your left.

I was trying to be nice about this.

But we both know
that you assaulted me.

You took a swing at me.

I held my arm in a defensive position

to prevent you from injuring
an unarmed protestor!

Miss Persephone giving you
trouble there, Jimmy?

- A little.
- Sheriff, you were there last night.

Afraid I didn't witness the altercation.

There was no altercation!
He made it up!

You seem awfully agitated.
Your time of the month?

You know, I've heard
how strong that blue line is,

but I can't imagine anybody perjuring
themselves for an ass like you.

You need to watch
your language, ma'am.

How many excessive force
complaints on your jacket?

You seem to know an awful lot
about police business.

I guess this isn't your first
time at the hoedown, is it?

Actually, it is.

- We'll know when the prints come back.
- Yeah, we will.

Now, let's go find a nice, quiet room

where you can tell me what mean thing
I did to provoke you into hitting me.

I never hit you!

And I'm not going to some
good-old-boy back room alone with you.

I want a lawyer.

My name is Delray Mellott,
and I'm your assigned public defender.

- What are you, 12?
- I'm 25.

Oh, this is great.

You're gonna be arraigned
upstairs in magistrate court,

where they'll read
the charges against you.

We'll plead not guilty.

The trial date will be set.

And then bail will be negotiated.

Not guilty?

You gonna ask me if I did it or not?

- I don't need to know.
- I'm sorry?

If you tell me something incriminating,

I won't be able to put you on the stand
and knowingly allow you to lie.

Oh, well, that's good to know.

But, just for the record,
I never touched him.

He assaulted me.

That's beyond the scope of arraignment.

We'll get into defense strategy
closer to the trial date.

Now, as to bail...

they ran your prints.

They see you have no priors.
That's good.

Uh, first time offense,
I'll try to get you ROR. That's...

Released on my own recognizance.

Right, um...

any ties to the community?

I have friends.

- No family?
- No.

Family out of state?
That makes you more of a flight risk.

I don't have any family.
It's just me.

Okay, then.
I'll be waiting for you upstairs.

Hopefully, we'll have you out
of here by the end of the day.

Damn cell phone.

Persephone!

Sheriff Bartley.

What, did you come to offer me
a ride home to make amends?

Actually, I was just wondering
if you wouldn't mind coming back inside,

answering a couple of questions.

In case you didn't know,
I lawyered up.

You shouldn't even be talking to me.

It's not about the assault charge.

So what's it about?

I believe you're acquainted
with this gentleman?

Mr. Carl Dunford.

No, I don't recognize him.

That's odd.

Works for the pharmaceutical company

your little glee club was
protesting against last week.

Something about polluting the river.

What about him?

Just fished his body out of that river.

Only it wasn't the pollution
that killed him.

What was the cause of death?

Well, we're not sure which
one of the stab wounds was fatal.

But I do know we're looking for somebody
with a penchant for freeing willies.

If you know what I mean.

Have a seat.

No, I'm good.

So you looking at my group for this?

Oh, we've been looking
at your group for a while.

Here you are.

Outside of Fitzmore pharmaceuticals,
the victim's employer.

And none too happy.

Because they are dumping
tons of pharmaceutical waste,

including estrogen, into the river.

Which is going back into our water
supply and feminizing the fish.

You mean it's turning them homo?

Male fish are developing
female sex organs.

Some of them are even
starting to lay eggs.

So now somebody has gone and
feminized this employee, Carl Dunford.

Looks like retaliation to me.

Sheriff, you know that
there hasn't been one murder

in the history of
the environmental movement.

It goes against everything we believe.

The whole world's
gone loony with violence.

Your pacifist friend here, T-bone,

he just sucker-punched
one of my deputies.

T-bone is not a killer.

But your deputy, Ibold,
is gunning to become one.

He struck me in the head, hard,

and then he lied about it
and said that I assaulted him.

I'll tell you what.

You provide us with some
information about this homicide,

and we'll see what we can do
about making that charge go away.

Well, if I were you, I would
look at your victim, Carl Dunford.

Because that is a sex crime.

Oh, is that what it is?

You ever heard of Lorena Bobbitt?

Where do you think you're going?

I'm not under arrest.

Which means you can't keep me here.

That's true.

But you are out on bail.

So don't leave the state.

I'll keep that in mind.

Federal Bureau of Investigation Headquarters
New York, New York
Tuesday, October 10

I'm afraid it's not feasible
to extract detective Benson at this time.

Before you assume your big federal case
automatically trumps my lowly felony,

you're gonna look at my victim.

She recovered from the broken eye socket
just in time to see her rapist walk free.

- I'd help if I could, but...
- Let me talk to Star.

Who?

The agent we arrested working undercover
with the neo-Nazis last year.

Detective Benson worked with her
again a month ago on an eco-terror case.

Special agent Lewis is not
your detective's case agent.

Then who is?

Could you look more like a fed?

- Feds don't eat donuts.
- Oh, that's clever.

Thanks for leaving me hanging
with the bail.

Looks better you took a bond.

We did cover your ass
on the prints, though.

They ran them through NCIC?

Luckily, we'd already red-flagged them.

Didn't kick you back as a cop.

Well, I almost wish they had.

The sheriff here is convinced that
somebody from my group killed Carl Dunford.

If it was someone in EDG,
we've got them on the federal RICO statute.

Could take down the entire organization.

Let me tell you something.
I'm practically living with these people.

And I have not seen or heard anything

linking them to your string
of arsons, let alone murder.

Take a closer look on the homicide.

Fine.

But what if the killer
is not from my group?

Then you go right back
to looking for eco-terrorists.

Hold on. I'm not just gonna
walk away from a homicide collar.

Let the locals handle it.
You're on our dime now.

If your investigation leads
outside the group, you stop.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

Your victim Carl Dunford
had no criminal record.

Credit history looks solid.
Any time.

It's good to finally hear from you.

My case agent would probably kill me
if he found out I broke protocol.

So I really can't call you again.

Before you go, Novak ever
get in touch with you?

A case you worked on with Elliot.
He just walked in.

I'll let you talk to him.

Guess who's on the phone.

Hello?

Persephone!
Who were you talking to?

Probably talking to Elliot,
the guy from her dreams.

Actually, it was my useless
public defender.

I was trying to ask him
how much we should cooperate
on this Carl Dunford investigation.

T-bone says we should
never cooperate with the enemy.

Come on, I wanna get some
snap beans and sweet corn.

You know, the sheriff
questioned me last night.

I didn't tell him anything.

What's to tell?

Don't you think we should
get our stories straight?

What stories?
We had nothing to do with it.

Yeah, but you can see
why they're looking at us.

I mean, the dead guy's company
was wreaking havoc on the ecosystem.

So is anybody who flushes
expired medication down the toilet.

What are we gonna do,
kill everyone with a prescription?

Still, the cops are gonna
be on us like flies.

I just think that it would be a good idea
to back off any future demonstrations

until they find the real killer.

So who do you think killed him?

Fitzmore Pharmaceuticals
Hillsden, Oregon
Tuesday, October 10

Excuse me, I'm doing
an article on Carl Dunford.

Can you tell me how he got
along with his coworkers?

Can't say Carl had any close
friends here at Fitzmore.

But he certainly didn't have any enemies.

Had his demeanor changed,
or was he under any stress lately?

No.

You look familiar to me.
Where have I seen you before?

Oh, I cover stories
for the newspaper all over town.

But I am under deadline, so...

now, the work that Carl did here,

was he working on anything
that may have gotten him killed?

I hope not. It's the same thing
we're all working on.

A new birth control
delivery system for men.

Oh. Is there a rival company
trying to beat you to it?

Everyone's trying to build
a better mousetrap.

Or baby trap, as the case may be.

But don't put that in the article.

Oh, that's off the record, I promise.

What else can you tell me about Carl?

He was a very conscientious worker.

Very kind to his elderly mother.
He called to check on her every day.

Sorry, mom's not home.

What are you doing here?

Right now, I'd say arresting you.

I came to pay my respects
to Mrs. Dunford.

Is there a law against that?

I really don't see how a visit
from a suspect in her son's murder

is gonna brighten Ms. Dunford's day.

What is that,
a poison tofu bundt cake?

It's a coffee cake.
Why don't you test it?

Where's your car, deputy Ibold?

I parked it
where you wouldn't see it.

So Ray Denning from Fitzmore
pharmaceuticals called you?

Right after you left.

He finally remembered
where he'd seen you before.

Wanted to know what a protester
was doing posing as a newspaper reporter.

I didn't misrepresent myself.

I write a column for
an environmental newsletter.

At the very least, I've got
you on another trespassing charge.

I stayed on the sidewalk.
Sorry, didn't break the law.

I don't know what you're up to, girly,
but I know it's no good.

Oh, I'm just trying
to clear my group's name.

You people certainly aren't
doing anything to find the real killer.

I catch you bothering anyone else
connected to Carl Dunford,

I'll take you in for interfering
in a police investigation.

You hear me?

Loud and clear.

Dunford Residence
Hillsden, Oregon
Tuesday, October 10

Don't move.

Put your hands where I can see them,
and stay facing the wall.

Please don't shoot.

I'm Debra Hartnell, Carl's ex-wife.

What are you doing here, Debra?

Carl left the house to my daughter.

I have a right to be here.

Not while there's still
a police seal, you don't.

You're tampering with evidence.

Why'd you kill your ex-husband?

I haven't had any contact
with Carl in eight years.

No, but your daughter did.

Never.

I have full custody.

Kiddy videos.

Keen teen clothing catalogs.

Your ex-husband had contact
with somebody's child.

Oh, please.

It would ruin my daughter's life
if this came out.

- Did Carl abuse your daughter?
- No.

No, she was just five when...

Carl is dead.

Can't we just keep it a secret?

Debra, you need to tell the police.

I thought you were the police.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

You just get away from me.

Debra, Debra, you need to tell
the police what Carl did.

He didn't do anything.
And I never said he did.

Thank you.

We really need to find
a new place to meet.

You know why undercover agents get
psychologically evaluated every six months?

Because their case agents
make them nuts?

Thank you.

To make sure they're not getting
too close to the subject.

So what exactly is the soy brigade up to?

Absolutely nothing.

There's a moratorium in place
until the Dunford thing blows over.

Because they have something to hide?

Nobody in my group killed this guy.

You positive?

These people are not connected to EDG.

They are true believers.
They are not terrorists.

Interesting story.
Page six.

E-mail to Fitzmore pharmaceuticals less than
a month ago from an untraceable account.

"You're mutating
our wildlife and our children."

"Yet you have no problem
sleeping at night."

"Maybe our knowing where you live
will make you sleep a little less easy."

The printouts contain the home addresses
of Fitzmore employees.

Including Carl Dunford.

Did you know about this?

No.

Then you don't know your group
as well as you thought.

This is a veiled threat.

Without follow-through,
it's a scare tactic.

There was follow-through.

- On Mr. Dunford's penis.
- He was a pedophile.

Did someone in the group tell you that?

I spoke to his ex-wife.

And ex-wives never lie.

I suggest you concentrate
on the job at hand

and stop chasing phantom sex crimes.

Office of the Assistant District Attorney
Casey Novak
Wednesday, October 11

Olivia went to the hospital with me.

She held my hand.
She said she'd be there for me.

We are tracking her down.

Why do you need her anyways?

You have him.
You know he did it.

Why can't it just be over?

The trial hasn't stopped.
It's just continued over for a week.

Why? You said the case was rock solid.

You said he'd be in jail by now!

Chelsea, you need to calm down.

I can't.

I can't work. I can't sleep.

I can hardly breathe.

I have not been able
to function since he...

Have you talked
to the rape crisis counselor?

No. I don't want to keep
talking about it.

I just want him locked away
so I can feel safe again.

Chelsea, you need to work with someone
to help you through this.

No, I don't!

I just need to see him convicted.

What if he's not?

I, I think I'd kill myself.

I'll be with you in a minute, Chelsea.

This could take a while.

I'll call you after we're done.

I'll let you know if the suicide
threat was sincere.

I have three days left on my continuance.

So I don't think she'll do anything
until the charges are dismissed.

And you definitely foresee that happening?

Not if you can help me.

- How?
- Find Benson.

The special agent in charge here
completely stonewalled me.

You're FBI.
You can pull strings.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.

Don't thank me yet.

I don't have a lot of stock
with the domestic terrorism team.

They see me as the sex crimes guy.

It's not something they have
a lot of use for.

Then what the hell
are they doing with Liv?

So how many children
did your ex-husband molest?

Leave right now!

This is an open house.

I have prospective buyers
coming in ten minutes.

And I will leave.

As soon as you tell me what he did.

Who are you?

I work with rape victims.

Carl was a sexual predator.
We both know that.

You're wrong.

You were hiding his kiddy porn.

G-rated movies, clothing catalogs.

Those aren't illegal,
and it isn't pornography.

Well, it is for a pedophile.

It serves the same function.

And it keeps him out of jail.

Carl's dead.

He can't hurt anybody anymore.

If this gets out, the only person
he hurts is my daughter.

Then what about his victims?

Nobody's ever reported him,

which means that he threatened them,
or worse.

If he killed one of his victims
to keep them quiet,

then their parents will
never have any closure.

Can you think about them?

I am.

The first thing I thought when I heard
was that some child's father had found out

and given him everything he deserved.

You left your husband eight years ago

because you caught him
in the act, didn't you?

Who was it?

Our 12-year-old baby-sitter.

It was taking longer
and longer to drive her home.

So I followed him one night.

They were parked a block away.

Did you tell her parents?

I couldn't stand the shame
of anyone knowing.

He agreed to give me a divorce
and to sever all custodial rights.

And what about the babysitter?

He promised never to touch her again.

And you really believe
that he stopped?

Of course he didn't stop.

Is the baby Carl's?

God, no.

I've had tons of boyfriends since Carl.

He wasn't your boyfriend.
You were 12.

He was your rapist.

I never thought about it
like that before.

Did you ever tell anybody?

No. Carl said no one would understand.

He wasn't lying about that.

When he first started
bothering with me,

it was just awful.

Then it was nice to finally be loved.

How long did it go on for?

A year.

And how did you finally
get him to stop?

When I was 13, I started
dating this high school boy.

Carl threw a fit.

He dumped me.

Listen. I gotta get Nicky to my mom's
house before my shift starts, so...

Let me help you.

- I'll take him.
- Oh, okay.

All right.

Now, Kristy,

do you know of any other girls
that Carl victimized?

No, but we really didn't
stay in touch.

When his wife left him,
she took the child.

Didn't people wonder why
you were still going over there?

Well, Carl would pick me up
after school,

and had me duck down in the back seat
until he got into the garage.

So you'd enter the house from there?

No.

We never went in the main house.

Where would he take you?

Oh, he had the coolest place set up.

In this room underneath the garage.

I think I found something
you need to see.

I do believe we're running out of new crimes
to charge you with, Persephone.

Breaking and entering.

You're not gonna thank me
for finding the crime scene?

Disturbing the crime scene.

Well, I didn't touch anything.
And I wore gloves.

Aren't you just the junior detective?

Well, how much training does it take
to figure out that that's the murder weapon?

Yeah, coroner had it pegged
for a steak knife.

Looks like it happened
in the middle of dinner. / Yeah.

He was having steak,
she was having pizza rolls.

"She" being...

I located a victim he brought
down here eight years ago.

Who knows how many there's been since?

Books...

board games, CDs, chips,

cookies, television.

Everything a girl could want.

Except a phone.

Oh, there's motive for a teen to kill.

That, or...

self-defense to escape her rapist.

Self-defense ends somewhere between
the first dozen stab wounds and the castration.

Well, she didn't necessarily kill him.

It could have been a parent.

Or maybe he was sharing her.

The partner got jealous,
killed him, took her.

A lot of outfits.

I mean, hopefully if he was
working with a partner,

maybe he left his prints,
and you'll have him in your system.

Look...

I'm not gonna press charges.

But it's time for you to stop
playing policewoman

and run along home to the commune.

Will you let me know what you find?

Oh, you'll be the first to hear.

During the course of our investigation,

we discovered a secret chamber
under the Dunford residence.

How many victims are there?

Forensic testing has so far come up
with two sets of prints,

one belonging to Mr. Dunford.

And for the other I'm going to defer to
special agent Dean Porter with the FBI.

As sheriff Bartley told you,

there was a second set of prints.

We have confirmed
they belong to Britney Dunlap.

Is she still alive?

Has she been down there
the entire time?

As most of you remember,

Britney disappeared seven years ago,
when she was 10.

The FBI has worked tirelessly
in the intervening years,

along with her parents,
never giving up hope.

Were Britney's remains found in the room?

We have not yet located Britney.

But we have every reason
to believe she's still alive.

Why hasn't she contacted
the authorities?

Or her parents?

You need to come with me.

You gotta be kidding me.

Come on, I got someone
who wants to talk to you.

Press conference lasted
longer than we thought.

Thanks for waiting.

I didn't really have a choice.

Would you mind uncuffing me?

I'm afraid I can't.

Everything that you just claimed
the glory for on national news,

I handed you!
What is your problem?

Oh, I have no problem with you.

Sheriff Bartley was acting
at the behest of the FBI.

What does the FBI want with me?

After all the stunts
you've pulled...

nothing.

You're done here, detective Benson.

Go ahead, uncuff her.

I can't believe you just outed me.

Oh, come on.
Now you're just being insulting.

I made you for a cop halfway through
your crime scene analysis.

I appreciate the work
on the eco-terrorists, though.

They're activists.

I infiltrated them,

believing it would lead us
to a real eco-terrorist.

Who, by the way, is still out there.

No. He's not.

The leader of EDG was apprehended
in Montreal two days ago.

He burned down the Canadian
headquarters of coniston lumber.

So you've had me with
the wrong group the whole time.

Sorry about that.

Have a nice flight back to New York.

Hey.

- Let me help you find Britney.
- Thanks, but no.

Look, I have a little experience
working sex crimes.

- We should work this together.
- Been there, done that.

Look, I'm the one
who uncovered the whole thing.

I deserve to see it through.

Frankly, I don't think
we work very well together.

Agent Porter.

Call came in over the tip line.
This one's out of our jurisdiction.

I was told to pass it along to you.

Anything promising?

Trucker picked up a hitchhiker on the I-5
the night Carl Dunford was murdered.

He saw Britney's picture on the news.

Thinks it might have been her.

Know where he dropped her off?

Butteville.
It's about 25 miles south of here.

Look, that picture of Britney
is seven years old.

You're gonna be getting hundreds of tips,
and most of them wrong.

Britney's parents moved
to Portland two years ago.

At the time she was abducted,
she lived in Butteville.

Okay, if there's one thing
I know in this world,

it's rape victims.
Let me help you.

I have a rape victim
threatening to slash her wrists.

How could you let Liv off the phone
without letting her know?

I didn't have a chance.

She hung up when Fin
handed me the receiver.

Why would she do that?

You tell me.
FBI's supposed to have her back.

Would they know
if she's in trouble?

They'd know, they just
wouldn't necessarily tell.

I'm sure she's fine.
It's my case that's in trouble.

What time did she call?

I can get a court order
and dump the LUDs on Fin's phone.

That's just gonna
piss away another day

and give us a useless
pay phone number.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Well, tell me who does.
I'll talk to them.

I can't do that.

Are you playing company man
with me, doctor?

I'm not gonna give away state secrets.

I just wanna make sure Liv is safe.

Eliot, I gave the message to my SAC.

I was told it was given
to Liv's case agent.

Then why hasn't she called?

If she knew Chelsea's case
hinged on her testimony, she'd be here.

Maybe her case agent just isn't
in touch with her at the moment.

That doesn't make sense.

It makes sense that Britney
would go back to her comfort zone.

Now, how thorough a job do you think
the locals did of searching her old house?

Very.

And I think the family of five
living there now probably pitched in.

She's not there.

She hasn't seen
the light of day for ten years.

Where else is she gonna go?

Police are searching her elementary school,
her church, the local parks.

It's a small town.

We'll find her.

Your partner back in New York...

does he find you as annoying as I do?

We're best friends.

But does he find you annoying?

It'll be nice to have a partner
I'm in sync with.

I almost forgot what that was like.

Well, he'll have you back soon.
Lucky him.

Here's something.

One of the friends that they
interviewed at the time

had a fort deep in the woods
behind her house.

Britney used to play there.

Anybody check that?

44 Sawmill Road
Butteville, Oregon
Thursday, October 12

He must have gone off the path
at some point and missed it.

Let's head back.

This is the path.
It's just overgrown.

Kids haven't been playing here for years.

If you get us lost in these woods...

There it is.

Even if she did come here five days ago,
I don't think she would have stayed.

Why don't you go wait in the car,
and I'll let you know what I find?

Britney.

Go away.

It's okay.

It's okay, don't be afraid.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

We're here to take you home.

No, don't look at me!

No. / Please, go away, please!

Home to her means the dungeon.

Please go away! Please!

Britney, it's okay.

Listen, we're not gonna hurt you.
We promise, okay?

Don't look at me, please!
Please, please, go away!

We're gonna take you
to see your parents.

No!

Do you remember your parents?

Yes.

Then why don't you want to see them?

Too ashamed.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Britney, what happened to you
wasn't your fault.

You know what?
Why don't you come sit at the table,

and I promise, I'm not gonna
look at you, okay?

No!

Brilliant with victims, huh?

Britney, you have so much pent up.

This is an outlet.

And so is talking.

Isn't it making you dizzy?

I'm getting motion sickness.

Special agent Porter's
gonna leave us now.

It's just gonna be the two of us.

Britney, would that make it
more comfortable for you?

Go now.

Nobody knew about the room.

Why didn't you just leave him there?

For the rest of my life?

I thought I was going
to keep living there.

I couldn't keep looking at
what I had done.

Britney, how did you
get him to the river?

I found a tarp in the garage.

Wrapped him up.

It took forever
to get him up the stairs.

I got him in the trunk of his car.

When he was gone,
I drove back home.

But it was unbearable
being there without him.

Britney...

- he brainwashed you.
- I loved him.

I still do.

He had complete control of your life.

He convinced you that he could
kill you at any minute.

But he didn't.

He brought me a present
almost every day.

- Except when I picked a fight.
- Britney...

you had to convince yourself that you
loved him in order to survive it.

Then why did I kill him?

He raped you.

No.

Britney, over half a million women
are raped in this country every year.

And only a fraction of them report it.

Because they're too ashamed.

It's a really screwed-up world.

But it's not your fault.

And what happened to you,

it doesn't make you the monster.

I can never say what...

the things we did.

It must have been unbearable.

Only at first.

I miss him so much.

I wish I could take it back.

Well, then, you'd still be his prisoner.

I didn't kill him to escape.

Well, why do you think
you killed him?

Britney, it's okay.
You can tell me.

He kept trying to convince me
to go outside with him.

He kept trying to convince me
to go outside with him.

Go where?

I begged him not to make me.

Well, he conditioned you
to never leave that room.

That's why you were afraid.

No, I wasn't afraid.
I just didn't wanna do it.

Do what?

Find someone else for him.

He said I was getting too old.

He was using you as bait.

He said I could stay.

But only if I could
find someone younger.

Britney...

you killed him to save another little girl
from going through what you did.

He would have stolen her entire childhood
just like he stole yours.

I was only ten.

It's okay.

It's okay, honey.

It's gonna be okay.

She has Stockholm syndrome.

Fell in love with her captor.

Stopped trying to escape years ago.

Probably had dozens of chances
to before she killed him.

You know, no jury in the world
will convict her.

Who's pressing charges?

She'll get psychiatric care?

Yeah.
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What?

You do have a little knack with victims.

Oh, I'm sorry. I almost forgot.

I got a message for you
a couple of days ago.

While I was still undercover?
Who knew we were working together?

Uh, it came to the bureau.

An agent "Hu-ang."

You mean Huang?

Thank god.
Where the hell have you been?

Have I got some stories for you.

I am dying to hear them,
but some other time.

- We gotta get in there.
- How's Chelsea?

She'll be fine.

I was so worried you wouldn't show up.

There was never a chance
of that happening.

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