'In the criminal justice system,
'sexually based offences are considered especially heinous.
'In New York City, the detectives who investigate these vicious felonies
'are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit.
'These are their stories.'
Mom? Mom, it's me.
l-l'm sorry, l-l know it's late.
l-l'm sorry you've been worried.
l-l-l need a ride!
l-l'm pretty far away.
Mom, I was... I was attacked!
I was raped!
Yes, that's what I said.
21st and 7th.
No, I'm not OK.
This man, he drove me to a vacant lot
and he pulled out a gun.
He told me to get out and then he did it.
- He raped you? - Yes.
He said if I told anyone, he'd kill me.
Why did you get into his car?
I just got in.
- You just got in? - Yes.
- Why? - I sort of knew him.
- I thought he was a stranger. - He was. We met in a chat room.
Oh, like, on the Internet?
Yeah. He seemed decent enough, by e-mail and everything.
So you did know him.
This was the first time seeing him in person.
We'll ask you to work with a sketch artist later.
I can do that.
- How'd you know it was him? - He said he'd be in a beige Mercury Sable
and he'd meet me at the coffee house at 7 o'clock.
What was his name?
I only know his screen name. The Yachtsman.
- The Yachtsman? - I thought with a name like that
he'd be a gentleman.
Shows you how wrong you can be.
Karen Raye, 16, gave us these drawings of the man who raped and abducted her.
- Abducted? - It's not a stranger abduction.
- I guess this is not his real name. - Yachtsman? Call the coastguard.
- It's a chat room name. - Right now that's all we've got.
I love the information superhighway. Meet new creeps without leaving home.
- How's the victim? - Pretty shaken up last night.
We'll reinterview her.
By the time the lab get back, this guy could be halfway round the world.
We have to move now.
Can we see her computer? It's a direct route to this guy.
Yeah. Raye lives in Brooklyn.
You and Munch pick up the computer, try to put a name to this Yachtsman.
70 million people on the Internet. Every one a suspect.
- You got into his car about seven? - Around seven o'clock.
- And you reached hospital at 11? - That sounds about right.
What happened before the attack? You talk to him?
- Sure. - What'd you talk about?
My school, my family.
I was pretty eager to meet this guy. Stupid, isn't it?
You'd corresponded for a while?
E-mail? About three to four months.
Why'd you choose last night to meet this guy?
Well, we'd been talking about it for a while, on line, I mean.
And I... Last night just seemed like the right time.
- Who picked the date, you or him? - I did.
Then, why last night?
I thought I could get out. Tuesday night is Mom's big night out.
Choir practice.
So you just got in his car
and you drove around for three or four hours.
Seems like a long time.
Yeah, well, not all of it was driving.
Some of it was just parking.
OK. You know what I think we should do?
We'll grab a car, retrace your route, it may help you remember.
You mean go all the places all over again?
- Yeah. - Do we have to?
Karen, that's how we're going to find this guy.
What time did your daughter leave last night, Ms Raye?
I dropped her at the library at 6:15.
I went to check on her at 8:30. She'd gone.
You went to check on her?
Yeah. I'd stay all night if I didn't have choir practice.
- So, you don't trust her? - No, I trust her.
Ronald Reagan said, 'Trust, but verify.'
- She's at that age. - What age is that?
She has a woman's body but the sense of judgment of a child.
- Problems with boyfriends? - She's too young for boyfriends.
- It's not unusual for a girl her age to date. - Well, she doesn't date.
She can attend church or school functions, as long as there's a chaperon.
She can bring a boy home as long as he's a friend.
- Has she done that? - No.
I thought the weirdo that did this was from the Internet.
She didn't know him, but he may know her.
Could we look at her computer?
I won't have a computer here. It's at her father's place.
- You're divorced? - We never married.
When I was Karen's age, no one looked out for me the way I do for her.
- Do you allow her to visit him? - I don't allow it.
He got a court order forcing me to let her go every other weekend.
And if that makes sense, you tell me.
- Is this where he picked you up? - Yes.
- OK, which corner? - Right over there.
- What direction was he driving? - This direction.
- Just tell us where to turn, OK? - Make a quick left.
This right here is a one-way, I can only take a right.
Well, I guess I was wrong. Go right.
- Are you sure? - I said go right, OK?
OK.
Karen's a good kid. Studies hard.
- Is she an A-student? - Were you?
I was, except for the sciences and Spanish.
- What about her computer usage? - She downloaded a lot of songs.
You monitor where she surfed?
Karen knows more about that than I do. What's to monitor?
- She met her attacker on line. - I know.
Would you mind if we took your computer for a few days?
What?
There are naked pictures on there too, they're not hers.
- They're yours? - It's not porn.
It's nudes. Women posing with big cats.
Lions, leopards. It's password protected.
- She can't get to them. - I'm sure she never saw a thing.
- This where it happened? - Yes.
Lot of people around. No one saw you or heard anything?
I don't know. I was scared, I was terrified.
You don't believe me?
It's like they say! This is worse than the rape.
It was here and you guys act like I'm making this up!
Karen, we just need the details right.
If you're hiding something, you must come clean.
He put a gun to my head, told me to take my pants off and raped me.
And you guys don't believe me!
How did you get my dad's computer?
Your father wants to catch this guy as much as we do.
OK, Karen, why not wait for us in that room?
Debbie'll get you a soda. OK? Right in there.
- What is that? - That is Leopardus pardalis,
commonly known as the ocelot, posing with Bree Crosley.
Commonly known as Miss September.
It's her father's stuff.
Yeah, we're thinking there is no Yachtsman.
Then who sends her justifications for May-December relationships?
- What's in here? - Derivative symbolist poetry,
plus pictures, but they're encrypted.
We got a tech guy who thinks he can show them to us.
We read some of the things this guy e-mailed to you.
Oh, no.
- He's a predator. Why protect him? - I'm not protecting him.
He didn't take you to that parking lot, did he?
No.
You made that part up?
Yes.
Listen, it's OK.
We just need you to tell us what really happened.
Karen, look at me.
Even though he didn't use force, he still took advantage of you.
We can charge him with statutory rape.
Those cases are taken very seriously nowadays.
- Could he go to jail? - Yes, he could.
What have I done?
- I never met the Yachtsman. - What?
He was this guy that me and my girlfriends used to e-mail.
As a joke.
OK, so who were you with?
I was with my boyfriend, Keith.
So why tell us you were raped?
Because we made love
and I didn't want my mom to find out.
She's totally paranoid, she would've known.
How?
When I come home, she makes me undress in front of her.
And, erm, she smells my hair.
She's a total fascist.
Please. Please don't tell my mother. She'll kill me.
Karen, nothing your mother does or might do
justifies filing a false police report.
- You understand that's a serious crime? - I'm sorry.
All this time we spent looking for someone who doesn't exist
is time that we didn't spend trying to help women who were raped.
- You think about them. - I'm sorry. What can I do?
First, recant the story you told us earlier,
then tell us what really happened.
- Are you gonna arrest my boyfriend? - Why would we do that?
Because he's 21.
We should talk to him.
- Karen? - Yeah, your girlfriend. Karen Raye.
- Has something happened? - We're sorting that out. She's OK.
- Come on. - That's good.
- How old are you? - 21.
- How old is she? - 16.
I know, but she is more mature than any girl I've met in college.
Keith, trust me, she's not that mature.
- You know why we're talking? - No.
You ever hear of statutory rape?
Now, you seem like a nice guy to me.
- Do you like her? - Yeah.
- You love her? - Yeah.
You don't seem too sure.
Look, give it a rest. A year, year and a half,
you still think you want to go out with her, hey, you'll have no problems with me.
Yeah, I hear you.
Good. That's it.
Thanks.
The only difference between here and robbery is robbery victims don't lie.
It's not a waste of time. Seen Yachtsman's letters?
That was hot air. He didn't try to set up a meeting.
- Not with her. - But?
We did a little digging.
He e-mailed her some photos of himself. Take a look.
The man's face is blacked out but not his date's.
- How old is that girl? - Not old enough. Not nearly.
- I don't need to look at this crap. - It's evidence, Elliot.
How many photos were on her computer?
Too many. I guess he sent them several times a day.
Every time I open my e-mail I have messages waiting for me.
They're always from Tina, or Betsy or Mitsy with something to show me.
- 'Hottest teen site on the net.' - They're just there when you log on.
If they are teens. You can't tell their ages. Even if it's that girl.
It can be a cut-and-paste job scanned in from a Sears catalogue.
And if we get them...
Dickie, Maureen, Elizabeth and Kathleen do too, I know.
It scares me.
Honey, it scares me too but I can't just walk in and restrain the guy.
Why not?
These predators, tell me where they are. I can't hear 'em or see 'em.
But they're out there.
Honey, they're in here.
- He's one of your Internet users? - Clients.
And we value their privacy. Sorry.
We believe he posed for sex pictures.
- So? - With a minor.
I'm sure your other clients would want to know
you're trying to fight this problem.
OK. What do you want to know about this Yachtsman?
Where he is.
- It'll just take a minute. - You just need an e-mail address?
Once you're on line we can follow you anywhere.
So much for anonymity.
What happens when you click on Amazon?
- It says, 'Welcome, Olivia Benson.' - Before you even type anything.
Every time you click that mouse, you send out personal info, via cookies.
The Internet's just a tape recorder that runs 24 hours a day.
OK.
- Yachtsman. Real name Harry Waters. - Waters?
Seems he likes to visit just about every kind of sex chat room.
- Underage stuff? - Not exclusively.
Also visited mainstream porn sites, programming sites, music sites.
What are the music sites?
Britney Spears, Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees.
- My daughter likes them. - He gets about, like any user.
He also likes poker and auctions.
What did he buy at eBay?
Looks like... panties.
Used panties. He won seven panty auctions last year.
- That's disgusting. - Very. You got his home address?
- It's a work address. - So give us that.
Universal. Net. Had their IPO right after we did.
- Never liked the guy. - So why hire him?
He was the best. He's a really good programmer.
- But? - Y'know, after the IPO,
we sprung for a trip to Cuba to see a game.
- The Orioles? - Yeah. It was a big deal.
And Waters didn't even go to the game.
- So, where did he go? - Said he was sick, something he ate.
So we felt bad for the guy,
got him some souvenirs. We go to his room with 'em.
This little kid comes out of the bathroom.
She says, in English, 'You want good time, too?'
We get back to the States, we'd look at him and think,
'What makes this guy tick that a little kid turns him on?'
He quit right after that.
You still have his computer?
- You want it? - We'd love it.
No one here would touch it. It was like a contagion.
It's all yours.
- Who's this? - That's him.
His computer hasn't been touched. Forget about an address.
- But? - Check this out.
File names for pictures.
'Girl Love. Hot 14. Horny Teen.'
He has text files called Diary, Personal E-mail, School Schedules,
for a couple of dozen girls.
We can go to the DA. Stalking, illegal porn, intent to distribute.
- If we had the files. - I thought we did.
Just names. Like an inventory list with no inventory.
The real stuff is off-site, over a phone line.
- He's covering his ass. - So let's uncover it.
- Whose phone line is he using? - 7-1-8 area code, Brooklyn Heights.
'Van Eschen, Keith.'
Keith? That son of a bitch.
He squatted his files in my system. It's not my stuff.
- Your system, your house. - It's kiddy porn.
They're not my files.
Doesn't matter. Someone asks me to store illegal stuff,
he's either my best friend or I get something out of it.
- He's not my friend. - So what's in it for you?
You got the pictures of her, e-mails. Pictures of dozens of other girls.
I don't know how that got there.
- Do we look like imbeciles to you? - They're just pictures, man.
They're not just pictures!
These are underage girls, terrified, drugged,
photographed without permission, you snot-nosed son of a bitch!
You're going to tell me what I want to know.
You got that?
Now, are those your pictures or aren't they?
- Yeah. - Right, now start explaining.
It started small.
Just one girl. My buddy had a falling-out with this girl,
so we took some nude photos he took of her and he put 'em up on the net,
to get back at her.
- And you did him that favour? - Yeah.
We didn't expect all these guys to e-mail us, asking us about her.
What kind of guys?
Guys who saw the pictures, got turned on and were willing to pay.
And thus a business was born.
At first it was just girls we knew,
girls we were dating, girls we picked up.
But the money was big. And it was real.
So we started taking requests.
They'd go, 'Get me a redhead. I want a flat-chested girl.'
I don't know, these guys are freaks.
But they got money and you're their pimp.
- I just give people what they want. - That's what I said.
You're a pimp, for cyberjohns. You're a pimp.
Guys like the Yachtsman?
Yeah. Him and others.
- What about the money? - They paid in net cash,
in credits on websites.
All untraceable cyberbucks. That was the genius of it.
- To muddy up the waters. - To keep the cops away.
Nice try.
OK, so I'm going to go over to Hannah's now.
- Now? - Yeah, I have a history test.
- That's next Tuesday. - Yeah.
She can come over here.
But she's an only child, it's much quieter at her place.
- Over at her mom's or her dad's? - Well, her...
Why?
Why do I want to know who's watching my child?
I don't understand. How do you know all this?
How do you know I have a history test next Tuesday?
- Have you been reading my e-mail? - Well...
You have, haven't you?
I just wanted to find out if someone sent you things you shouldn't look at.
Of course they do!
I get at least ten junk e-mails a day and I delete them all, Dad!
- What else did you go through? - You think I'm paranoid.
- Hello! - Let's just talk about this...
This is going real well. You want to read my journal, too?
No. You have a journal?
Unbelievable!
This Yachtsman has a taste for naked pictures.
He and everyone else. Top search term?
- Sex. - Number two.
- Number one is Pam Anderson. - Pam is over 18, those girls aren't.
They could be faked. Catalogue pictures, digitally altered so they seem naked.
I'd sooner hear him make his rationalisations in person.
- We don't know where he is. - Let's trace his e-mail.
He re-routes his sessions so it seems he's logging in at a new location.
- A hi-tech shell game. - Let's make him come to us.
- We know where he goes on the net. - Teenage chat rooms.
- And we know what he desires. - Britney Spears, ten years younger.
So let's give the man what he wants.
Yachtsman's on, explaining to a girl how to filch Prozac from her mother.
- Talk to him. - OK. 'My parents are so harsh.'
- You got him. - He says he like understands.
'As if.'
I wonder if these people wouldn't have ever followed certain instincts.
But from the privacy of your home the forbidden is so much easier.
He wants to meet in person.
Where?
A cafe in Chelsea, tomorrow at noon.
Excuse me.
Hi, I'm the Yachtsman.
You must be Nicole.
Actually, I'm Nicole.
Let's go.
You can talk to my lawyer. That's all I'm going to say.
What are you charging my client with?
Soliciting a minor.
I thought he solicited a 48-year-old detective named John Munch.
- He thought it was a girl of 12. - How do you know that?
You'll get a transcript of his chat room pick-up lines.
A chat room in which you and your fellow thought police participated.
But I suppose you were just working.
Excuse me. Can I have a word with you, please?
- Off the record? - Sure.
Your client was discovered by a co-worker having a fling with a 12-year-old in Cuba.
- 12! - The people that fired him said that?
He quit. And his computer was full of kiddy porn.
So, I'm meant to give him less than the best possible legal advice?
- You got children, Ms Hammond? - I have three nieces.
And I understand what you're trying to tell me,
but I will not be remiss in my duty as an attorney
just because you haven't made a credible case yet.
- It'll be credible to a jury. - Uh-huh.
She'll argue that he knew he was talking to an adult the entire time.
Role-playing, fantasising, whatever.
He solicited minors multiple times. Flesh and blood.
Someone's children, for God's sake!
Don, I hear you. But two years ago, I didn't know my ass from Windows 95.
Cyberspace crimes are very, very tough to prosecute.
- He is a clear threat to society. - I know, but we don't have a case.
'Alt. Sex. Teens. Father-Daughter Love Fest.'
'The May-December League.' This is what Waters does
- but Eastman won't file. - What does she want?
She says a jury might go either way on a soliciting charge so it's back to us.
Forget the net. Bring me a victim Eastman can put on the stand.
- All we have was done on line. - Besides the date with Munch,
we have no proof he contacted his little friends.
- Except for the panty auctions. - Whoa. What is this?
- He bought panties from schoolgirls. - By mail. He never bought in person.
Maybe he wanted the return address more than the panties.
He bought three pairs from a 15-year-old in Queens,
shipped in a plain, brown wrapper.
We want a Doris Harrington. Is she in?
No. No, she's not, I'm afraid.
- Are you her mother? - I'm flattered, but I'm her grandmother.
Erm... can I ask what you want or...?
- Paedophilia, Mrs...? - Harrington.
Oh.
Do you mind if we come in before we all freeze to death?
- Hello, ladies. - It's the police.
- High-stakes canasta? - We're not doing anything illegal.
Did I say you were? But the vibe in here is a tad touchy.
It's not easy getting old.
May I see your granddaughter? She may be in danger.
Did you read the warrant, Doris?
- Doris? You're Doris? - Yes.
My granddaughter's name is Elaine. She's in school.
- Ahem. May I? - No! This isn't Russia!
Shut up, Betty.
Well, you've heard of the Beardstown Ladies' Investment Club?
- Hm. - Well, we found our own niche.
- Are these your granddaughter's? - Of course.
We advertise 'used homecoming queen undergarments'.
- That's what we provide. - Truth in advertising.
I'm sure Parents Magazine will award you their seal of approval.
This is the first time we've had detectives on campus this year.
We pride ourselves on our security.
Metal detectors can only go so far.
Which is why I hired an outside firm
to conduct background checks on every teacher, janitor, cook.
- That's a good start. - Random locker searches with dogs.
We enforce a strict dress code, ban pagers and cellphones.
- How about the Internet? - We regulate Internet usage.
- How? - Software blocks certain sites.
- But you know what kept happening? - Computers crashed?
A student doing a report on breast cancer couldn't access sites featuring breasts.
- Did you remove the block? - Our students are most important.
At their age, their bodies are changing. It's sometimes scary.
If one of our students wanted to go on the net and get some info,
- they have to use anatomical terms. - And the software blocks it out.
So we blocked out the software, which maybe we shouldn't have done.
Elaine, these are Detectives Stabler and Benson.
- They'd like to ask some questions. - What did I do?
We want to know if you know a man named Harry Waters.
No.
On line, he's known as the Yachtsman.
Elaine, are you sure that you've never heard of him?
Do you know him?
- Yeah? - Uh-huh.
How do you know him?
We...
We had a thing.
What kind of a thing?
Why don't we go somewhere else and talk about it, OK? Let's go.
This 't.ing' between you and Waters, when did it begin?
I was just hanging around the house one day when he came by.
What was he doing there?
He wanted to order more, erm...
Panties?
Don't worry, your grandmother told us it was all her idea.
I thought it was goofy, kind of funny.
But he was really nice.
He talked about his own daughter who died in a car crash.
So, he came on to you like a father?
He was interested in what I was doing in school
what music I liked and what I liked to do for fun.
Did he ever ask how old you are?
I told him 14.
'We had already discussed the age of innocence and all that.'
Elaine, when did it become intimate?
September.
We met at the park, by the fountain.
It was a Saturday. There were a lot of families around.
It was nice.
My own dad left when I was eight.
So then he took me to this beautiful restaurant on the river.
He made me feel like a princess.
Elaine, did he force you to have sex with him?
No. Not really. I mean...
- He did stuff to himself but... - It's OK.
- It's over now. - It was just...
The smell of him just...
It reminded me of my dad.
Have we got anything on this guy?
He propositioned her but no actual sex.
Actual sex.
He flashed her. He perved her in ways she's not even aware of.
OK, how about this?
He entered into an improper relationship with a minor.
You just said no real sex, according to her story.
He doesn't know that.
He doesn't know what she told us.
Are you suggesting we lie to the poor man?
Absolutely not. Role-playing, fantasy, make-believe.
That crap he's been peddling to us about victimless crimes.
I'll have him here tomorrow morning.
- Good morning. - What's this about?
My client is not answering your questions.
So you said. Things change.
What things?
The 14-year-old's story.
Different, isn't it,
when you see the real victim, not some image,
but a real child with a broken heart?
At least, that's what the jury will see.
- Where can we talk? - Harry?
Now.
Start with statutory rape, then the lesser inclusives -
soliciting, sodomy, transporting a minor across state lines.
- Transporting? - He took her to the Jersey shore.
Completely innocent. If you go federal, I'll go to trial.
- We can stay out of federal courts. - How?
Give us the names and dates of his contacts with minors.
He had one interaction, one girl.
- She's the first girl we've found. - No, he cops to one act with her.
Becomes a registered sex offender. Joins a programme.
- No, he does time or we're done talking. - Let me finish.
- He has something to offer. - Tempt us.
He says he might have the names of other men with the same affliction.
- Affliction? - Paedophilia is recognised by psychiatric...
- Spare us! - Elliot, hold on.
He's got names? Other paedophiles?
Nine of them. He'll deliver them in person.
How much time would he serve on sex with a minor?
Five years. More with the lesser inclusives.
- He takes the maximum. - That's not a deal.
Let me finish.
We knock off six months for every paedophile who's convicted.
What if you screw up? What if the jury doesn't convict?
Then, he does the time he'd be doing anyway.
I'll talk to him.
How did you meet the others?
Well, a couple the old-fashioned way.
What's that?
There are certain things you say that a child-lover understands,
- that no one else would notice. - Such as?
All right. OK.
First of all...
say I see a guy at a roller rink, my age, but without any kids.
Just a man by himself.
But the way he's watching the kids...
Well, you just know.
How do you make contact?
Strike up a conversation.
Maybe ask him about a G-rated movie.
If he's like me, he's seen 'em all.
So you can relate better to the kids?
- Rapport is crucial. - Like getting their sympathy
with that phoney story about your daughter's car crash?
Yeah, I checked.
You're talking Pocahontas but you're really saying,
'Are you a paedophile too?'
That's your term, not ours.
'Do you love children?' is how I put it.
God, I don't believe this.
You want into our world, Detective? Believe it.
- Stop hitting the computer. - I can't get on.
That's cos I put a child lock on there.
- My homework's on this computer. - OK, I'll take it off.
OK, that's not working.
Do you know how to fix this?
Those child-lock things are a joke.
- That quick, huh? - Yes.
When are you gonna start trusting me?
I trust you.
Sometimes I bring my work home with me.
Right now, I'm chasing a guy out there in...
cyberspace,
who goes after little girls.
You know how I lock up all the doors and windows?
Now they're coming in through there.
This is about fear.
This is not about trust.
Stop reading my e-mail.
OK.
I promise.
And I'm sorry.
Benson, Jeffries and I will be in the store room,
off the main event, taping and waiting until the bust.
- OK. What's the signal? - Flash the room lights twice.
Munch, Stabler, you'll be in the banquet room with the guests.
- Where's the line on entrapment? - You're just getting accounts
of crimes that already occurred, so you can say anything.
- They may claim it's play-acting. - That's why we need victims' names.
We need them to say as many specific details as possible.
So we can get additional witnesses.
- The tape won't convict anybody. - What do child molesters talk about?
The shopping-bag cam? Excellent.
I downloaded an hour of up-their-skirts at the shoe store.
But the playground...
There he is. You didn't finish the story.
- You met him, where? A convention? - Harry and me?
- Yeah. - Holiday On Ice.
I prefer gymnastics.
Younger girls and tight outfits.
The Swedish horse. Don't get me started.
You were with that little redhead. What was her name?
- Astrid? - Astrid Brooks.
Sweet 16 and the hottest babe I'd ever had.
And if I never hear her name again, I'll die a happy man.
Heartbreak?
She got her driver's licence.
That's when I learned I was just a glorified taxi service.
- Sally Ashton. - I had this girl, Pauline Drake.
All she wanted was beer and R-rated movies. How bad is that?
- Lived in Co-op City, didn't she? - Yeah.
Astrid Brooks.
Sally Ashton.
And Pauline Drake.
Let's give it a little time, see if we get more bites.
I just want to thank all you guys for coming out tonight.
It's always good to be among like-minded people.
To Greek philosophers.
I hate to bring business into this
but I have some product in my car if anyone's interested.
You'll need a high-speed graphics equaliser.
But I'm sure that won't be a problem.
It's not for nothing but those home movies you sold me
look like they were shot by an eight-year-old.
- Hands where we can see 'em. - Party's over.
- Up against the wall, now! - Come on, man!
- Now! Now! - All right, come on, let's move.
- Let's go, pal, slowly but quietly. - I'm FBI.
- FBI? - Check my breast pocket.
Don't you ever bad-mouth my people in their own station house.
Better get used to it.
When I tell Langley how an operation involving nine bureaus got blown,
- your name is gonna be featured. - It's spelt C-R-A-G-E-N.
We were doing what we always do - taking paedophiles off the street.
Four collars at the expense of hundreds more,
who now know the cops are onto them.
- It's more than you did for us. - We were undercover!
Investigating sex crimes in my city and you didn't give me a heads-up.
We're dealing with a virtual world which is everywhere and nowhere.
You've got to put real-life cuffs on a real-life perp.
It's not just you. We were in LA, Chicago and dozens of other places.
It's for the right reasons. We wanted the big predators.
So the bad guys run rings around us.
Why?
Because they're working together
and we're not.
Butterflies.
Now, how cliche is that?
- Delicate, short-lived... - And easy to catch.
OK, the Brooks girl.
- Anyone else? - Yes, many.
The Internet opened a world of possibilities.
Easy access. No more trees to climb. No binoculars to lug around.
You peek into a girl's room with a click of your mouse.
- You see? - You see, what?
You see why the children love me? He's so cold.
So angry.
The kids from the bad homes,
the neglected ones and the abused,
when they leave the social worker's office with their anatomically correct dolls,
when they leave the police station,
they're in tears.
What's your point, Wallis?
When they leave me
they're all smiles.