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.
This ain't no job for the squeamish.
You find dog crap, pick it up.
Used condom, pick it up.
A needle, be careful, but you gotta pick it up.
Okay.
What the hell?
Hey, hey, Jimmy.
Take a look at this.
Is that blood in those bowls?
Yeah. You get that sometimes.
Wackos sacrificing animals.
Mother of God.
Buddy, you ain't gonna last too long
if you let a few dead chickens creep you out.
Uh, Jimmy.
This ain't no chicken.
Black male.
I'd say seven or eight years old.
Head, arms and legs are missing.
Looks like some kind of ritual killing.
Could be. The limbs were severed through the bone
instead of at the joints.
There are easier ways to cut up a body.
I'll check the blood in those bowls,
see if it's his.
Did you see anybody hanging around?
Nah, it's too cold, even for the homeless.
We're going to need all the trash
that you picked up in the area. Everything.
You find stuff like this before?
Couple of dead goats, birds.
There's pretty freaky people in this city.
Detectives?
Thank you so much.
You know, animals I've heard of.
What religion sacrifices kids?
None that I know of.
Any chance he died of something else,
and this is some kind of funeral rite?
There's blood clotting at the neck.
This boy's throat was cut when he was still alive.
The child bled out when his carotid artery was cut,
then he was dismembered.
He's in rigor, so I put time of death
around 12 hours ago.
Is there anything to support
the ritual sacrifice theory?
Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.
So this wasn't a hack job.
No.
After he died,
the extremities were removed methodically.
First, the flesh around the limbs and neck was flensed.
What?
Scraped from the bone,
using a sharp knife like this.
Then the bone was severed with one blow
from something like a butcher's cleaver.
What about the blood in the bowls?
Blood type matches your victim.
My bet, DNA will, too.
I've never seen anything like this before.
A dismemberment? Sure you have.
Not where the blood was drained from the body
by hanging it upside down.
How can you tell?
The blood coagulated at the top of the spleen
which means the body was inverted.
So, is there any way we can ID him?
An old scar on the abdomen.
Not surgical,
but the wound was severe.
Well, if it's from abuse,
maybe we got a record of it.
I doubt it.
No signs of torture or other trauma.
This child healthy and well fed.
No hits from missing persons in the tristate area
going back three years.
National Center for Missing and Exploited Children
lists four kids with the right age and race,
none with abdominal scars.
A kid killed for religious reasons.
Probably related to the murderer.
Get DNA from those four kids' parents just to make sure.
Guy who teaches the occult at the Academy
confirms that that's the kind of candle they use in Santeria.
First practiced by slaves brought here from Africa.
Owners forced them to convert to Christianity,
so the slaves just put saint names on their old gods.
How do you know all that?
Drug dealers from the Caribbean and South America
practice Santeria.
Put hexes on me, threw grave dust.
I can't tell you how many dead chickens I found
out in front of the precinct.
Yeah, well, killing a chicken's
a long way from human sacrifice.
Which Santeria stopped doing
about a century ago.
Let's go with what we got.
A ritualized murder by somebody who may practice Santeria.
"Martinez Imports."
Olivia, Elliot, pay them a visit.
Yeah, we made this.
For who?
Hey, that's a long list.
I supply hundreds of botanicas and churches.
Is there any way to tell where you sent a particular candle?
Come on, we sell thousands every month.
Well, maybe you could just check for us.
Come on, we don't want to bother all your customers.
Can I see the candle again.
Ah, you're in luck.
This is our new St. Cecilia.
You know, she was one of our first Christian martyrs.
The executioner tried to cut her head off...
And failed. I know.
Could you do that list for us?
Yeah, sure.
Okay, let's see what we got.
Ah. Here we go.
Okay, so far they've been shipped to three buyers.
One in Miami, one in New Orleans,
and one in New York.
The Center for the Study of Santeria.
Thank you so much.
This is outrageous.
Santeria's a peaceful religion.
We're not murderers.
We're not accusing you of anything.
Mr. Odufemi, we have some questions about these candles
that you bought from Martinez Imports.
Well, we buy them by the case,
and we sell them at cost to our members.
We're going to need a membership list.
Why?
We had nothing to do with this child's death.
Sir, with all due respect,
your religion has a history of human sacrifice.
Are either one of you Catholic?
I am.
Well...
your church teaches that when you take communion,
you are consuming the body and blood of Christ.
Does that make you a cannibal?
This is about a murder, not religious tradition.
Our church outlawed human sacrifice in the 1930s.
There hasn't been one since.
You sacrifice animals. Humanely.
And I'm sure, as you know,
the Supreme Court ruled our rituals legal.
Sir, I don't give a damn about your legal rituals.
A candle you sold
was placed a few feet from a dismembered child.
If you don't have a court order, I'm not giving you our list.
Why not? If your church outlawed ritual murder,
your members have nothing to fear from us.
Except for persecution based on your bigotry.
Now, should I show you to the door,
or can you find your own way out?
The guy was definitely hostile.
I might be hostile
if you accuse my religion of child sacrifice.
We still need a list of his members.
From what you told me,
he never came out and said there was a list.
You get us in there, we'll find it.
Hey, before we trample on the Constitution
and attack religious freedom, we need probable cause.
We traced the candle
to Odufemi's center.
But the candles were also sold
by churches in Miami and New Orleans.
There's no proof that the one used in the park
came from the center. What is this,
a Boy Scout meeting gone wrong?
You got blood in bowls and a candle-- it's Santeria.
Casey, we checked those two churches,
and they haven't sold any candles yet.
Okay, that's still not enough for a warrant.
Very little of the victim's blood
was found in the park.
If you're gonna kill a kid and drain his blood,
you need a place with some privacy.
Come on, Counselor, just help us out here, all right?
Talk to everyone who lives and works near the Santeria Center.
Find me someone who's seen anything
that backs up your theory.
I don't want to sound prejudiced,
but it sounds like voodoo to me.
Loud music, drums beating.
I know people have their culture,
but I don't think young people
should be exposed to such things.
Now, you've seen children over there?
Oh, coming and going, sometimes till 10:00.
School nights!
Do you remember seeing any children there last Monday?
A whole group of them,
not one of them more than eight years old.
Involving kids with stuff like that.
It's a crying shame.
The Center?
Pretty weird stuff goin' on in that place.
Give us an example.
The other night, I'm closing up, I hear this shrieking.
What kind of shrieking?
I figure it was an animal,
with the chicken and goats I see him bring in.
But when I saw the paper, I thought,
uh-uh, maybe it was that kid you found in the park.
Our detectives found several witnesses.
Strange behavior is not grounds for a warrant, Miss Novak.
An eyewitness saw children going into the center
the night our victim died.
One child would be noteworthy; a group isn't.
The center holds regular youth classes.
That same night, another witness heard bloodcurdling screams.
Reported by an elderly white woman and...
what nationality was the other witness?
Latino.
Like many of the practitioners of Santeria.
Are you suggesting the witnesses were racially motivated?
It wouldn't be the first time
people in this city had problems
with neighbors of a different color.
A seven-year-old boy is dead.
Someone cut his throat,
hung him up and bled him like a pig.
The candle found near his body
came from the Santeria Center.
With all due respect, Your Honor,
we have probable cause.
All right, you've got your warrant.
I hope this doesn't turn into a witch-hunt.
We'll test the stain
on the floor, but it's probably animal blood.
We found chicken carcasses in the garbage.
No lists in the filing cabinet or on the computer.
What'd you do, delete them after our last visit?
Of course not. I know the law.
And if you knew anything about our religion,
you would know that our believers could never do this.
And what makes you so sure?
The child was found near a lake.
And that proves what?
The lake is ruled by Yamaya.
She's an orisha.
The African equivalent to a saint,
and she's the mother and protector of all children.
To kill a child in her name would be blasphemous.
Well, maybe we're looking for a heretic.
I mean, it's possible that there are people
still in Africa practicing human sacrifice,
but not in this country.
Do you have any recent
immigrants in your congregation?
There's a few, from West Africa,
but they're not peasants or farmers.
These are educated people.
Good. Benson.
Then they won't mind talking to me.
What have you got?
I want that list or I'm going to be here at every service
talking to her and him and him,
and anyone else who walks through that door.
And I'm going to make damn sure that Animal Control
and the Health Department come on down here
and pay you a visit at least once a day.
We're on our way.
I want that list.
All right.
This is blackmail.
That was Warner.
She got something.
By testing a person's skin
and hair, we can tell
what chemicals they've been exposed to and when.
Like with drug testing.
Right.
Each geographical area on Earth has its own chemical signature.
I sent your victim's hair for an analysis
of hydrogen and nitrogen isotopes,
and they match isotope levels in New York City.
Can you tell how long he's been here?
Based on the rate of hair growth, I'd say four weeks.
What about before that?
The bones tell that story.
You can tell where he lived based on his bones?
By analyzing strontium levels in his skeleton.
This is an X ray of the boy's hip
and a graph showing the strontium in his bones.
I consulted a forensic anthropologist.
He compared the levels in the boy
with geologic samples from around the world.
He got a match.
Africa.
Can you be more specific?
Nigeria.
Precambrian rock found only within 100 miles
of Benin City matches strontium levels in your boy.
Looks like he lived there all his life.
This kid came to New York from Nigeria.
Wasn't here more than a month, and he was killed.
Which is why nobody reported him missing.
He was brought here to be sacrificed.
So the victim came here from Nigeria
within the last four weeks.
Yeah, kind of rules out the Santeria Center.
No new members from Nigeria.
Yeah, and all the parishioners' kids are accounted for.
Could be the boy was here legally.
Yeah, we're going to check with Immigration,
see if they got him on file.
The United States accepts
about 2,800 immigrants from Nigeria each year.
That's more than 200 a month.
How many of them are kids?
Last month, ten male children around the age of your victim.
Any way to check up on them?
After your call, I sent our people out
to check on the local addresses listed on their I-94s.
All the kids are safe.
So our kid's got to be illegal.
Not surprising.
The third largest moneymaker for organized crime in the US
after drugs and guns, is the sale of human beings.
You mean world wide.
I mean the United States.
15,000 kids are trafficked here each year.
A lot from Africa.
Is the Nigerian government doing anything about this?
There's a woman at their Consulate, Kema Mabuda.
She's passionate about stolen children.
The ritual murder of a child? That is terrible.
Have you come across anything like it before?
You need to understand, most Nigerians are educated,
but we do have the largest population in Africa.
In more remote areas, tradition dies hard.
So you're saying human sacrifice does happen.
Possibly.
Hundreds of children vanish every year from my country,
and Thailand, and Albania.
They end up here and in Europe.
For rituals?
No, the slave trade--
child labor in sweat shops, as domestics,
or for sexual exploitation.
Some kidnapped, some sold to smugglers by their own families,
often for as little as a television set.
Does your government keep records of missing children?
As best we can; nearly half our population is under 16.
We've linked our victim to an area
around Benin City.
Now, have there been any missing child reports
from that area in the last month?
No boys that age...
but there is a note.
One of our switchboard operators logged a call two days ago
from a girl worried about her missing brother.
Did you get a name?
Ajani.
The note also says the caller hung up
before the operator could get any more information.
We could find out where that girl's call
originated by checking your phone records.
I have your word your findings
will only be used in the investigation?
Yes.
Bring me the necessary forms. I will sign them.
I'm surprised the Consulate agreed to the phone dump.
Half the population of Nigeria is Muslim.
Do you think our government would let them take a peek
at our phone records?
Mabuda knows we're not interested
in their state secrets.
Eight calls to the consulate switchboard
around the time Ajani's sister called.
Split 'em up, it shouldn't take long.
What do you bet this caller was looking for
the scoop on safari vacations?
Pretty white bread up here for anything else.
Yeah, not that many Nigerian kids in this neighborhood.
Can I help you?
Detectives Munch and Tutuola.
We'd like to talk to Mr. or Mrs. Laymon.
They're not home.
But if you have a card, I'll make sure they get it.
You know a child named Ajani?
I'm sorry, you'll have to come back.
What's her name?
I have to go now.
No, you don't.
You have no right to be here.
Unless you want to spend the night in jail,
stand back, okay?
What's your name?
It's okay.
Did you call about your brother?
We're here to help you.
Tell me your name.
Na'imah.
You found Ajani?
We're going to take you someplace safe
and talk about that.
Come on.
I start work at 6:00 and finish at midnight.
I can't go out unless the rich people
are with me.
How'd you know that was your brother?
Madam was watching the news.
I heard them say they found a boy.
They said he had a mark right here.
Just like Ajani had when he fell climbing the tree.
How'd you get to this country?
Men. They came to our village.
They told my mother they would take me
to a wonderful school in America.
Ajani begged her to let him come with me.
Na'imah, when you came to the United States,
where did those men keep you?
A big room with no windows.
Lots of beds.
People came and looked at us.
I hoped someone would take my brother and me together,
but Madam only wanted me.
They kept her locked in a cellar,
so she couldn't get away.
Look, we can collar the Laymons for unlawful imprisonment.
As soon as we find her mother,
we'll arrange to have Ajani's body shipped home.
What did Munch get from the housekeeper?
She said Mr. Laymon's in Zurich.
Madam?
Charity event at the Windsor Garden Hotel.
I suppose she does not know--
charity begins at home.
I want to congratulate the cochairs
of the flower show host committee:
Nancy Forner, Karen Stern, Sheyna Smith.
Ladies, please stand.
Second table on the right.
And a special thank you goes to our design consultant,
Alison Intrieri, for...
Marian Laymon.
Yes?
Police. Please come with us.
I'll do no such thing.
Sure you will, or we'll haul your ass out of here.
You don't need to speak to me that...
Marian Laymon, you are under arrest
for violation of the United States Code,
Title 18, Section 1584.
Would you mind telling me what that means?
We're busting you for violating the Involuntary Servitude and Peonage Act.
In case you haven't heard, Lincoln freed the slaves.
My client wants to clear up this misunderstanding.
There's no misunderstanding.
Your client had a slave.
That girl is a domestic.
That's not what Na'imah says.
She's a liar.
I should've fired her, but I felt sorry for the poor girl.
Mrs. Laymon opened her home to a girl
from a disadvantaged background
and provided her with a job.
That is not a crime.
How did you find her?
She was referred to me.
By who?
Some day laborer working at my house.
I don't remember his name.
Maybe you remember how much you pay her.
I provide her with room and board.
For an 18 hour day?
It's more than she could
ever earn in her country.
And how did she get from her own country?
That's hardly Mrs. Laymon's concern.
But you knew
that she was not here legally.
Detectives, we all know
how difficult it can be at times to establish immigration status.
That's no excuse.
Harboring an illegal alien is still a crime.
Half of Park Avenue is guilty.
Look, lady, I don't give a damn
what you or your damn friends do.
Slavery's a federal crime.
Now, you're going to be spending the next ten years in lockdown.
That's not the Junior League.
You cooperate with us,
we'll put in a good word for you with the Feds.
If you don't, I guarantee you
you're not going to like the dress code in the joint.
What can we offer you?
The name of the person who sold you Na'imah.
I told you, I did not buy her.
I'm done with this, I'm done.
That person is walking free, you're going to prison.
Book her.
Hold on. Hold on.
Marion...
All right, I did pay a fee,
but I don't remember the man's name.
How'd you get in touch with him?
I had a number,
but the person I gave it to said it was disconnected.
Probably a prepaid cell.
Where did you get Na'imah?
I went to a warehouse in Long Island City.
Guy who rented the warehouse paid cash for a six-month lease.
Never got his name.
Not even to run a credit check?
It's just storage space.
They pay, they stay.
If not, we padlock it, auction the contents.
Here we are.
Looks like the guy ran out of money.
That's not our lock.
He's paid up for another month.
Bolt cutters.
The light.
Oh, my God.
It's okay. We came here to help you.
His name is Ajani.
Take a good look at him.
Has anyone seen him here?
Do any of you know Ajani?
I do.
He cried when they took him away from his sister.
Who took him, a man or a woman?
I don't remember. Many people came.
They made us turn around
and they looked at our hands to see how strong we are.
Look really hard, you guys.
Huh? Try to remember.
I know you can help me out here.
He was my friend.
His bed was next to mine.
Okay. What's your name, sweetheart?
Kwasi.
This is really important, Kwasi.
Can you tell me about the person who took Ajani?
He was very nice.
He brought us candy.
Was the man white or was he black?
White.
And what did he say?
He had magic powers,
and he would bring us luck, like Ajani's doll.
What doll?
Ajani brought it from home.
The man liked it and said
he would bring him lots of dolls for good luck,
if he would go with him.
Okay.
Good.
Thank you.
The mastermind behind this
left those kids there to die
once he found out Ajani was murdered.
BCIS is debriefing the kids,
trying to track down
the smugglers.
This little boy give you anything else
on the guy who took Ajani?
Kwasi only remembers that he was a white guy with candy.
And by the way Ajani was killed, whoever did it
either knows Santeria or is damn good at faking it.
So, if the Santeria ritual is a cover, what's it covering?
Trafficking in kids isn't just for sweatshop labor.
It's also for sex.
So you got a perv who uses Ajani as a sex slave.
He gets tired of him.
He chops up the body to make it look like a sacrifice,
but also to get rid of any evidence
of sexual assault.
He knew about Ajani's doll.
He must've studied African folklore.
Go back to the Santeria Center.
We only asked Odufemi about his members.
See if he recalls selling any candles
to a white man.
Fin, go visit Na'imah.
That doll's gotta mean something
more than good luck.
What does the doll mean?
It's not a doll; it's an ikenga.
My mother gave one to me and one to Ajani
to protect us on our journey.
She made the pouch herself so I could wear it close to my heart.
Did she make a pouch for Ajani, too?
Just like mine.
Where'd she get the ikengas?
My great-great-grandfather carved them.
See his mark?
My mother says they
look like brother and sister.
Are they taking good care of you here?
Yes. They said they'd put me in a foster home
as soon as they find one.
But I want to go back to my mother.
We haven't found her yet.
A neighbor said she went back to Lagos to look for you.
Take it.
For good luck, to help you find my mother.
Santeria has white followers all over the city,
but none in this particular house.
You're sure you didn't sell any candles to a white man?
Believe me, I would've remembered.
Anyone on your staff who might've sold them?
It's possible.
We had a recent exhibit of some local artists,
and, uh, there were a few white people
who bought some carvings and statues.
Did any of them buy candles?
Uh, I didn't make any sales that day,
but I will check.
Here's someone who bought two Senegalese statues
and a box of St. Cecelia candles.
Name is Maggie Shaye.
I buy a lot of things, Detective.
I'm always on the lookout for interesting primitive art.
Well, what about those candles?
Do you sell them here?
No, I burned some here, and some at home.
They were cheap and I like their scent.
Why are you asking me about my candles?
You're just part of an investigation.
We're talking to dozens of people who bought them.
Uh... just for the record,
were you here at the gallery Monday or Tuesday?
No, I was in Ghana on a buying trip.
Then I discovered a fantastic new artist
and cut my trip short by a month.
I've only been back since late Tuesday night.
I found this statue on your desk.
Can I buy it?
I'm sorry, Detective,
that's not for sale.
The ikenga was a welcome-home gift from my husband.
You know where he got it?
125th Street Flea Market.
Lots of Africans sell their tribal objects there.
Can I get your husband's number?
I know my wife would love to have one of those.
You can probably reach Allan
in his office.
He teaches art history at Hudson.
I don't understand.
What would a present for my wife
have to do with a police investigation?
Well, we really can't discuss that right now.
Do you know a lot about African art?
Actually, no, my specialty is Tibetan sand paintings.
But you knew how valuable the doll was.
I had no idea till my wife told me.
The man selling it said it was some kind of tribal symbol.
Would you recognize this man?
I think so. I'd be glad to go with you
to the flea market next Saturday.
I'm sure we'd find him. Is that convenient for you?
That'd be great. We'd appreciate that.
No problem.
If this is about smuggling antiquities,
I feel strongly it should be stopped.
I'm active in the campaign
to get the Elgin Marbles back to Greece.
"Elgin Marbles," my ass.
This is our guy. He's as slick as they come.
Well, his wife was away for two months,
he figures he'll have some fun, buy a boy for sex.
Then his wife calls and says,
"Hi, honey, I'm coming home tomorrow."
Shaye panics,
has to get rid of Ajani,
and he stages the Santeria ritual to throw us off.
The wife deals in African art.
He teaches art history.
It's a short leap to knowing about ikengas.
See, what I don't get is,
why didn't he just throw the away the doll
or leave it in the park with the body?
It's a trophy.
He gets his rocks off seeing his wife with it.
Ajani's sister kept her doll in a beaded pouch.
Where's the pouch to this one?
That's why God invented search warrants.
Those ikengas are going get us
into Shaye's house and his office.
We've been over the floor, the tub--
everything. Hit the light.
That's all blood?
No, bleach.
This was all cleaned recently and it was done well.
Hold on. This doesn't make sense.
If there was blood here, it should still be in the grout.
Not necessarily.
The grout's still fresh.
Seal it with a penetrating polymer,
even blood won't get through.
Anything?
Not a speck, not a hair.
If Ajani was here, we ain't gonna prove it.
Stabler. We got diddly. You?
So far, zip.
We'll keep you posted.
The Rites of Santeria.
Looks like the professor's been doing his homework.
I bet that's got a chapter on ritual sacrifice.
The security people said you wanted
the keys to the filing cabinets?
Thanks. Who're you?
Professor Shaye's research assistant.
He'd want me to help you,
if you'll just tell me what you're looking for.
A small beaded pouch.
Blue fabric, red beads.
Why didn't you say so?
Dr. Shaye gave it to me as a present.
Well, where's Professor Shaye right now?
He's lecturing.
In 990 A.D., when the Tangut Tibetans
conquered western China,
it was the beginning of a...
of a... stunning leap in their civilization
and a fertile period in, uh...
Sorry, Detectives, I'm in the middle of a lecture.
That's okay, you can finish it in the car.
Allan Shaye, you're under arrest for the murder of Ajani Haruna.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one
one will be provided for you.
I don't need a lawyer.
I don't even know why the hell I'm here.
That's why you're here.
The pouch?
The ikenga I gave my wife was in it.
So what? That doesn't prove anything.
You keep thinking that way.
Ajani's mother made that pouch.
It's exactly like the one she made for his sister's ikenga.
Who's Ajani?
The boy you murdered and hacked to pieces.
I told you, I got the statue and the pouch from a street vendor.
He must be your killer.
Why aren't we out there looking for him?
So this is all just one crazy cosmic coincidence.
You just happened to buy a tribal artifact
like the one worn by the dead boy's sister.
Your wife buys a candle like the one
that was right next to his body?
Professor, I'm not that bright--
you're the educated guy here--
would you buy that coincidence? Yes...
because that's what happened.
Okay, smart-ass, why don't you tell me
why we found bleach on every surface of your house.
I had a cleaning service in. The place was filthy.
With Ajani Haruna's blood.
Actually... I wanted to spruce things up
because my wife was coming home.
You think I wanted her to find the place
looking like a bachelor pad?
I'll tell you what I think, pervert.
I think your wife surprised you
by coming home early, so you had to get rid of Ajani fast,
but you couldn't risk just dropping him off somewhere,
because he might be able to finger you,
so you murdered him
and you made it look like a religious ritual.
You can't hide from me behind your fancy education.
I smell you.
You're nothing but a skell
who gets his rocks off screwing little boys.
That's insane.
He is not a child molester,
and he is certainly not a killer.
You seem very sure of that.
Let me ask you a question.
What do you make of these?
One, your husband gave to you,
the other belongs to the sister of the murdered boy.
You're wrong. No.
There could be dozens of those.
You really believe that?
I mean, you're the expert, right?
Two statues.
Same markings.
Both carved by the same person.
Both in the same handmade pouches...
...made by the children's mother.
So they could carry around their protectors.
Monday evening, I was in London
when I called Allan.
I told him I would be coming home early.
I thought he would be happy.
He snapped at me.
He said I needed to give him more notice.
How was he was going to get the house ready for me
in just 12 hours.
I asked him why he was so angry.
He calmed down immediately, apologized.
But I couldn't help thinking...
Thinking what?
That he was having
an affair, and I had interrupted them.
Do you recognize these?
The candle.
It's like the ones I bought at the Santeria Center
before I left for Africa.
I asked Allan why one of them was missing
and he said he used it-- and the bowls...
And the bowls what?
No...
No, I can't. I can't.
Maggie, if you don't
help us now, another child might die.
When I called from London,
Allan asked me where I put the key to the storage room.
I keep inventory there. That's where the bowls were.
And where is that room?
In the basement...
under the gallery.
Detectives, I have blood over here.
You sure?
This time, I doubt it's bleach.
Looks like we got a trail.
Leads over to that crate.
"Ship to Allan Shaye,
Tibetan Research Center, Katmandu, Nepal."
I hope this isn't what I think it is.
Fancy box.
Call a medical examiner.
How much longer are you going to hold me?
You'll be leaving soon.
For Death Row.
Your wife tells us this is a Moroccan tile box.
She bought it from a family
in Marrakesh.
Look familiar?
Sorry we couldn't ship it to Tibet for you.
I'd like you to meet
Assistant District Attorney Novak.
You got two choices.
Cooperate, you spend the rest of your life in prison.
Don't, you die by lethal injection.
Am I supposed to be intimidated?
Nobody's been executed in New York State for 40 years.
You're right.
But given your crime, I bet a jury would be willing
to break with tradition.
So, go ahead, Professor Shaye--
gamble.
It's your life.
You want to see what's inside?
I'll cooperate.
Why did you do this?
I could hardly risk
having body parts floating up in the East River.
And it would have
ruined your Santeria scam, too, right?
How did you find Ajani?
Through a guy called Bosuh.
Who is he?
He calls himself a facilitator.
Greases the wheels so people can ship things internationally.
Things.
You mean children.
How do you get in touch
with this Bosuh? By cell phone.
I can give you his number.
The number's no good, there's no deal.
It's good.
I talked to him last week.
He said he had a new shipment coming tomorrow.
Martin Bosuh.
VCIS has him as a Nigerian citizen,
currently in the United States on a work visa.
Comes and goes about once a month.
Interpol's got him on their radar--
slaves, drugs, black market stuff.
We checked the cell number-- working prepaid cell.
Untraceable.
We'd better have a plan before we dial.
This guy left a dozen kids
locked up to starve to death.
He's got to know the heat is on.
I think the only way we're going to get this guy
is if we try to buy a child.
And if we send you and Elliot in there,
he's going to smell cop before you get to the door.
Well, he may not suspect somebody from his own country.
Mr. and Mrs. Robinson--
what exactly are you looking for?
My wife wants a girl
who can cook, clean and keep house.
I cannot stand American servants.
They steal, they lie, they do not know their place.
And my husband's business requires discretion.
I understand.
MABUDA She must be respectful,
quiet, but above all, she must be obedient.
That is most important.
Do you have what we're looking for?
I may.
What business are you in, Mr. Robinson?
My business.
Your husband is a man of few words.
How long have you been married?
Seven years.
Yes, seven years.
May I suggest,
perhaps you would like a younger girl,
one you can train to your liking.
A five- or six-year-old.
Deal.
Excuse me a moment while I make the arrangements.
We're blown.
Wait right here.
Hey!
Stop! Police!
They were kids, you sick son of a bitch!
Fin! Fin!
Enough, enough, enough, enough.
Off, off him.
Martin Bosuh, you're under arrest
for kidnapping in the first degree.
Turn around.
Tell us where the children are,
and maybe the judge will take that into consideration.
I have nothing to say.
You'll be doing ten years for each kid
you left to die in that warehouse.
I don't think so. I have this to bargain with.
You fell fleeing from the police.
Please, Detective.
Another African man, brutalized by a vicious cop?
I don't think your Police Commissioner
wants more bad publicity.
You've come to beat me again.
I am not afraid of you.
You should be afraid of her.
What can a woman do?
Claw my eyes out?
Deport you.
Your passport's been revoked.
Meet Nigerian Under-Consul Kema Mabuda.
I have a few friends home in Nigeria.
Perhaps it is time I paid them a visit.
Have them visit you.
At Kirikiri Prison, while you await your execution.
They use a firing squad there, right?
Yeah, and the warden thinks that's too easy,
So he ties you to a pole,
in the boiling sun.
Then he has his firing squad start at your ankles
and work their way up real slow.
How soon can we get him on a plane?
If I tell you what you want to know?
I'll ask for leniency.
There is a truck arriving tonight.
Police! Get out of the truck
and put your hands in the air! Now!
Come on, out of the cab.
Now. Get down, come on!
Get away from the truck.
Let's open her up.
It's okay.
Come ahead. We're not going
to hurt you guys.
We're the police.
Come on.
Come ahead.
Get Children's Services.
Take good care of them.
They're a long way from home.