'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.'
- What are they? - Bird-watchers.
There's a lot of them in this part of the park.
- Boring. - You get to sit down.
Grandpa, that's no fun. This is.
I'll get it, Grandpa.
No. I don't want you going off the path by yourself.
Did you find it?
I'll buy you a new one.
Carlyle, Homicide.
Stabler, Special Victims. My partner, Benson. Who's the brass?
Honcho, One Police Plaza. Wants the perp arrested yesterday.
- He should talk to HG Wells. - Why the pressure?
The vic was an ADA, Karen Fitzgerald.
Found dead in the bushes late this afternoon. Raped. Shot in the head.
I know her. I knew her. She's my age.
We had drinks together a few times after court.
It's all yours. CSU can tell you what they got so far.
Mayor's aide wants the suspect in the Fitzgerald rape-homicide ASAP.
- Where are we with this? - She'd been an ADA for two years.
She took on every case. Didn't care if it lowered her win/lose average.
- You knew her? - Acquaintances.
I wish we'd been friends. She tried to put the bad guys in jail.
A lot walked. We have a dump truck full of perps. People with a grudge.
Anything at the crime scene to indicate that she knew the killer?
Anger. The guy beat her with a rock,
raped her and then took time out of his schedule to shoot her twice.
Remember the Labor Day rapist? Raped someone on Labor Day.
- Probably 10 rapes on Labor Day. - Papers picked up on this one,
put their heads together and came up with that moniker for the doer.
In the Ramble, just like this one. No homicide but a beating. Still open.
- You're saying the same perp? - Man's starting to think like me.
Only slower.
Jeffries, Briscoe, break out the Labor Day file. See what was missed.
I'll re-walk the scene with Benson, get a feel for what went down.
You got it. Munch, draw parallels between Labor Day and yesterday.
See if we got a rape between the two with the same MO.
We're assuming she was grabbed and hustled into the bushes over here.
- What are the round casts? - Knees.
Perp made her crawl?
No handprints here. What do you make of that?
- She was begging. - Not to be raped or for her life?
Both.
The perp picked up a rock. We've got that at the lab.
Broken nose. Blood on her clothes. Also found the condom wrapper.
She's crawling away with a broken nose, raped, begging for her life?
Then he shoots her twice.
Spent rounds from.44. One went into her left eye, lodged in the ground.
The other one took off part of her head and then ricocheted up there.
- Did you find a book? - No, why?
Her secretary said she came to the Ramble to read cos it's so serene.
No book.
What if she was dragged from this side?
I need gloves.
- 'A Burnt Out Case.' - Murder mystery.
- I guess we screwed up. - No, you didn't.
Let's just say that she was dragged from this side, it means she was...
Grabbed from this side. Probably off that bench.
Hey, hey, I'm losing the warbling vireo, lady.
We'd like to ask you some questions.
- He almost pushes me off the bench. - What time?
- 3:30. I'd just spotted an... - Did he say anything?
- No. - Did you?
I'm not comfortable talking to people, that's why I watch birds.
What's this?
There are 20,000 known sex offenders on our computer. I narrowed it down.
- Holler if you see him. - Be better if they had feathers.
You can use your binoculars.
That's him! Upper left-hand corner.
Off the first six. Are you sure?
Pretty sure.
Nah. Yeah.
OK. I'm gonna print him out. Why don't we take a look at a few more?
No. None of these guys.
Wait, wait, wait. Nah.
- Any of these? - That's him. Right-hand corner.
- The first guy isn't the guy? - They both look like the guy.
If I'm not doing this right, you can get someone else.
- You're our witness, we need you. - Can I have a Coke or a Pepsi?
Sprite. Get me a Pepsi.
10 IDs. Birdman ID'd 10 people.
- Larry Bird and the Partridge Family. - What's this?
Prosecutor's office cross-referenced the IDs with Fitzgerald's cases.
They made two hits. Kenneth Maggio.
Convicted of forcible sodomy. Did time in Elmira. He's out on parole.
We're gonna bang at Mr Richard White.
- Where's he on the bell curve? - Date rape. He's a realtor.
- I was shocked to read about it. - Why?
Nobody deserves to die that way. I felt for the woman.
Felt what? Happy the woman who prosecuted you on a date-rape charge
wouldn't prosecute you in the future?
It was reduced to sexual assault. My lawyer advised me to plead guilty.
A lot of grey area in a 'he said, she said' he said. I was innocent.
- So, you were railroaded? - Her death made you feel angst?
I, er, tend to take an objective view of things.
Fitzgerald was doing her job. She was wrong.
No hard feelings. She was doing what she was hired to do. I forgive her.
- Do you forgive Louise Billings? - Hm?
- She accused you of the date rape. - Louise was confused.
- She didn't know how the world worked. - Enlighten us.
She had invited me to dinner, a month after we broke it off.
One thing led to another and, er, we had sex.
Louise thought it meant more. She got angry and filed charges.
Everyone involved was wrong but you.
It happens.
Where were you yesterday between 3:00 and 5:00pm?
- Astoria. I was previewing a house. - Can you confirm that?
Yes, I was the only realtor at the property.
I had to use the lock box to get in.
That information is faxed to the listing agent, who would be...
- Krim Properties, Jamaica. - Can anyone corroborate your alibi?
My business partner, Kimberley Phillips. She knows where I was.
- Mr Levin, you spoke to a patrolman? - Yes.
I told him I'd help after I finished my studies.
This is about Labor Day.
The man I saw in the park. Do you want me to look at pictures?
That's why we're here.
No.
It's been two hours. Must I keep looking at these?
- Would be a mitzvah. - Are you?
Why don't you do 12 more for the 12 tribes?
You are, aren't you?
OK, 12 more.
Him.
The putz who ran into me and called me a Jew bastard on Labor Day.
- Sure? - These things you don't forget.
Jean Dussault, Canadian. Deported. Cassidy, put a call into Canada.
- See if this guy's registered. - Know the area code for Montreal?
- I have to walk back to Riverdale. - I'll put you in a squad car.
Shabbat starts soon. I can't be in a car. God protects when you observe.
The Jews have kept the Sabbath and the Sabbath has kept the Jews.
We'll drive you home. You won't make it through the South Bronx.
- Versteh? - Versteh.
Whoever invented lock boxes, I love them.
We hang one on a house, any licensed agent can get inside without us.
Do you have a fax for yesterday from Newton and 28th Street?
I should have.
Do you do much business with a Richard White?
Quite a bit. We specialise in low-income housing.
White, Phillips attract low-income buyers, but they're in Manhattan.
Clients get an Uptown feel before they buy a fixer-upper.
- OK, thanks. - Money pits.
White's alibi checked for Labor Day.
Mr White was at the property, 4:00pm yesterday. Is he in trouble?
Is selling money pits a crime?
- I got him, the Labor Day rapist. - Are you the Lone Ranger now?
Forensics never matched the pubic hairs found in the vic to anyone.
I gave 'em Desault. His DNA and hair showed up on a prior record. Bingo.
- Where is he? - Canada's looking.
Great. While Dudley Do-Right's out searching the 10 provinces,
Desault be back in this country. He's still a suspect.
- Go ahead, rain on my parade. - I wanna blow up all the floats.
- Where we going? - East Side. I spoke to Maggio's PO.
The sodomite works in a doughnut shop there.
Does Kenneth Maggio work for you?
Oh, the crook. He's baking in the back.
- These safe to eat? - Best in town.
Not sure that's a yes.
Police. We're looking for Kenneth Maggio. He committed sodomy.
- You'll ruin my rep. - You beat us to it.
You won't get the pastry chef job at Bouley Bakery. Look, what a cliché.
Shaves his head to look different but he makes himself look more ugly.
- What's next? Fake glasses? - Does this turn you on?
What do you want?
It's dangerous for you to be around these helpless doughnuts.
- What do you want? - Your alibi yesterday, 3:00-5:00 pm.
- Home. I was home. - You're not lying to us, are you?
You'd better talk to us cos we're looking to you for rape-homicide.
Fitzgerald? The bitch who prosecuted me.
Hey, you can't pin that on me. I was with my lover.
Frank Stern. Lives on Jane Street.
You went over to the dark side? How convenient. Too gay to rape a DA.
You wanna know why? I'll show you why, huh? Here. See?
See? They gave me a welcome bath at Elmira. Soap and sulphuric acid.
I can't even rape a freaking ant.
Teddy Kennedy lands in the water at Chappaquiddick, July 18th,
Neil Armstrong lands on the moon, July 20th.
- And? - You don't find that amazing?
- No. - You're learning.
What's with the doughnut guy?
He'll never be accused of a crime involving penile penetration.
- Why? - Acid on the scrotum.
Does anybody look good for Labor Day?
Cassidy nailed a guy, Jean Dussault, who was deported to Canada.
Canada can't find him. They got the dog sleds looking for him now.
Keep on him. Desault's Labor Day MO is similar to the Fitzgerald rape.
- Now, your guy, what's his name? - Richard White.
- Yeah. Where does he sit now? - Alibi looks good for Fitzgerald.
I went over his trial transcript. She lets him plead down midway through,
after dragging him through the mud. He must've hated her.
All right. Talk to the date-rape victim, Louise Billings.
Jeffries got a hold of Fitzgerald's best friend, an attorney.
Joan Simon. She's coming in.
You should get some background there, too. Let's get him.
Richard could be a really sweet man. But sometimes he'd get abusive.
He'd push me around.
Make me do things... sexually that I really didn't wanna do.
Like Mr Jekyll and Dr Hyde?
I lost weight. I couldn't sleep. Broke it off after three years.
- How did he react? - He was calm, said he understood.
- How did he react to that? - I kept bumping into him.
We'd make small talk, then he'd move on.
It was like talking to an old friend not a lover.
- How often did you run into him? - I don't know. Three times a month.
Do you think it was odd? In a city this size you accidentally crossed paths, how often?
My shrink says it was a classic case of cognitive dissonance.
So...
We ran into each other again.
Richard was in a charming mood.
I invited him up for dinner, for old time's sake.
He got drunk and then I was looking at Mr Hyde.
He grabbed me and threw me down.
And he told me to crawl to him and beg for forgiveness. And I did.
Probably saved your life. It wasn't weak to face him in court.
Karen Fitzgerald gave me the strength to do that.
And after it was all over,
do you know what Richard did?
He sent me flowers with a note that said,' No hard feelings.'
How long did you know Karen?
Since law school. We were very close.
They don't teach you self-defence in the New York law books.
Did she ever say she was afraid of anyone?
Never. She was fearless. Not trusting. Not naive. Fearless.
Guys would hit on us, she'd flash her ADA ID and they'd disappear.
Can you think of any incident,
regardless of whether or not you think it's relevant?
We were having lunch, there was a guy sitting across from us.
He was smiling, staring.
I pointed him out and Karen got rattled. She said that we should leave.
- Did she say why? - No.
I asked her about it a few weeks later and she still said nothing.
Do you see him on this page?
That's him.
White sends flowers to one vic, smiles at another. Your point?
He's stalking her.
We don't have a stalking statute, ergo there's no way to stalk anyone.
An assistant DA's murder, maybe they'll change the statute.
I got White's trial transcript. Phillips was a character witness.
She's corroborating his alibi for the Fitzgerald rape.
She might be the weak link. Why stay partners with garbage like White?
- Maybe she's afraid. - Maybe. See if she says that.
Miss Phillips?
Is this the house Mr White was at on Thursday?
- It's all in the broker's report. - Sorry. Say that again.
It's all in the broker's report. Here, I'll show you.
When I get the key, it makes a record of my visit.
All of your information is being sent to Krim Properties?
- That's how it works. - Do you know Richard White well?
Well enough. He's my business partner after all.
- For how long? - Two years.
I met Richard when were at an open house.
He proposed that we start our own company and he'd provide the money.
Just like that?
We'd talked about big realty companies eating up our commissions.
You went into business with a complete stranger?
Actually, I said no.
I thought he was a little odd. Kind of blew him off initially.
- What turned you around? - He did a sweet thing.
He sent me flowers, with a card that said his feelings weren't hurt.
He's persistent.
That's what it takes in real estate.
We ran into each other at these open houses. He pitched the idea to me.
After a while it started sounding good. So, I said, 'Why not?'
- And you've done well together? - Yeah. Very.
I have a closing in half an hour. Does that answer your questions?
Yeah.
- If we need anything, we'll call. - OK.
- Great. Thank you. - Yeah. Bye.
- She's holding out. - Are you getting that, too?
Tell me why.
White's a suspect in a rape-homicide investigation?
I'd be afraid to talk about him, too.
If he's threatening her, she could always come to us. Why cover for him?
Why did Louise Billings let him into her apartment? Somehow he controls.
I know you've fixed on White. Desault is still a question mark.
Munch and Canada are dealing with Desault.
We'll keep White until we have a reason not to.
If White's it, do you think Phillips knows what he did?
No.
But I think he's got something on her to make her do what he asks.
- You check her for priors? - Yeah. Zero.
I understand this guy, Don. He hates women who take control.
He always gets it back. Louise took control by breaking it off with him.
White raped her to control her.
It's the same thing with Fitzgerald. She took control by prosecuting him,
disparaging his reputation.
We know what he did to get control back.
So, bring him in and talk to him.
What if he won't come voluntarily?
He'll enjoy taking you on, but if he won't come nicely
I'll get a warrant for parole violation.
What was it like before you became a detective?
What was what like?
Did you wear a uniform? You're in one now, though...
We're not here to talk about me.
I get it. Enough about me. What do you think about me?
Right. Well, for openers, your alibi for Fitzgerald is shredding.
- Oh? - Yeah, the lock box.
Seems anybody could've used it if they had your code.
- You didn't have to be there. - But I was.
See, this is what's weird cos your partner says you weren't.
She didn't tell the truth.
- How can you be sure? - Because you're not.
Oh.
You dress down but you're very attractive.
- Is this your famous charm, White? - Richard, Olivia.
- It's Detective Benson. - I know.
A year and a half in the Special Victims Unit. A graduate of Siena College.
Public record. You can find anything if you know where to look.
- You know what you are? - A realtor?
- You're a nosey parker. - And you're a bitch.
Did I hit a nerve?
I don't have any nerves.
How about you?
We'll see.
Look, I got a quaint, turn-of-the-century rat-hole to show,
unless you got evidence to book me.
Go with God, Richard.
You have to let him back on the street?
You gave it your best shot. It didn't work this time.
We'll get him back. And when we do...
Two things. Desault's dead. Canadians found him colder than a witch's boob
in a shack in Moosonee, Canada. OD'd on skag.
- Poor guy. - Poor guy?
Imagine trying to score smack in a place called Moosonee.
Must've been hell. Easier to cop yak turds.
With Desault dead, White's our lead contestant.
What's the other thing?
I had a guy I know look into White-Phillips.
- They sell houses and make loans. - I thought that was legal.
It is. But they deal with low-income people
who don't read fine print. 70% get foreclosed.
Most of their income is from high interest and penalties.
The loan division makes much more than realty.
- They profit selling foreclosures? - Only the loan division.
They own the foreclosures. And Phillips is not a partner in Loans.
So she pulls down squat compared to White.
We just wanna see Kimberley Phillips' bank account,
and Richard White's and the company's.
Would you like to open an account yourself while you're at it?
- Maybe get a free toaster? - We could get a warrant.
Sounds like a good idea.
It might not sound such good idea
when you have detectives swarming all over your bank.
- Looking for what? - Russian mob laundering,
drug money, whatever. You don't want to go there.
I'll punch them up.
Phillips deposits a pay-cheque from White-Phillips every week
- and she deposits cash. - How much?
Three grand cash every week.
White Loan Company withdraws three grand a week, puts it under expenses.
That's the perk Phillips gets. Tax-free income.
Three grand a week under the table.
I could send my kids to private school and still save 50 bucks a week, college fund.
Stabler.
No Kimberley Phillips, huh? Got any other names there? Thanks a lot.
- What is it? - Print-out from the lock box.
Does it work how she said? Is her name on it?
Er, no. His name is.
She's carrying around White's beeper.
Let's talk to her again.
We don't care about financial dealings, that's for the IRS.
And we don't care about the IRS, unless you're not willing to talk.
The way I described the partnership wasn't accurate.
OK. So, what did you leave out?
From the start, he told me we'd deal with low-income clients,
finding a legal way to rip them off.
That didn't sit well, so I turned him down.
Super. You've got a conscience. So?
He didn't take my refusal as easily as I'd said.
He got a really frightening look in his eye.
I thought he was gonna hit me in front of the brokers.
Then he pulled himself together. I got the flowers the next day.
- And? - He had no way of knowing my address.
That scared me.
Hardly a beautiful friendship. You're frightened, you think he's following you.
When I agreed to the partnership, he followed me to an open house.
I saw in the mirror.
- You could've called the cops. - Huh! Well, they blew me off.
There's no law against what he did.
There's some harassment law but you have to say you fear for your life
or that you've been threatened. He was offering me a job.
A job that pays you 150 grand per annum tax free.
I'm sure that took the edge off your fear.
Yeah. OK.
He used that to make you provide an alibi for the Fitzgerald rape.
He told you to use his beeper to open that lock box, didn't he?
You knew his history. You'd been in the courtroom with Fitzgerald.
- You had to have put it together. - I did.
He threatened to kill me if I said anything
and I knew that he would.
I'm getting a warrant for Mr White.
Two bags, please.
Have this developed and run this through the ESDA machine.
Pull up all the writings on the page above it.
Check this out. A map of Central Park.
He's circled the Ramble. It's got dates and times written all over it.
All the times are about the same.
That date and time. The Fitzgerald rape.
You got it. Look. All the other dates and times
are all prior to the rape.
I'm guessing she was there and he was stalking her.
Thank you.
Chains And Sluts, Whips And Spikes, Whores On The Rack.
This stuff makes de Sade read like Beatrix Potter.
Fits his need to control.
I should get Forensics in my house once a week, just to clean up.
I checked his closets. Lot of hangers. Few clothes.
Did you find a.44 or evidence that he owns one?
Nada.
Just found a picture of Louise Billings, the date-rape vic, in his freezer. No food.
White knew we'd come. Practically dared us to bust him at the station.
He's gone. He's gone for good.
I got a list of empty White-Phillips foreclosures.
We got uniforms looking at 'em.
- Maybe he'll turn up. - That's the idea.
- Hey, Benson? - Yeah?
I hear you may be in his sights, after you squared off in interrogation.
He's just trying to mess with my head.
Yeah, well... everyone at SVU has got your back.
- Thanks, John. - Need a lift home?
I'm waiting for Elliot to get back from Forensics.
Just as well, I didn't bring my car.
Hey, John. Electrostatic Detection Apparatus report.
- What the hell's that? - ESDA.
I never knew what it stood for either.
It pulled up the writing off the pad from White's. Didn't give us much.
- What's it got? - A list of places.
Gym, laundry, pharmacy, grocery store.
Called them all, see if Fitzgerald used any of 'em. She didn't.
This is your gym,
your laundry,
your grocery store.
- Who is it? - Elliot.
Hi. A neighbour let me in. I was nearby. I'll give you a lift.
Elliot, what's going on? Last night Munch offered me a lift home.
- Munch did? - Yeah, that's not like him.
Now you offer to drive me to work? In the neighbourhood?
- I was. - You have a sedan with you?
So you drove uptown from the Queensborough Bridge,
dropped off the car, picked up the sedan, turned downtown to get here.
- That's a lot of neighbourhood. - Stop acting like a cop.
That's what Richard White would like me to do.
I appreciate everyone's concern but we don't know White's coming for me.
- He may have left town. - OK.
- I wouldn't drive to Queens for you. - You would.
Only cos you have a wife and kids.
Yeah.
Stabler.
We'll be right there.
- Lopez, Homicide. - Benson. Stabler. What happened?
Neighbour heard shots fired. Called it in an hour ago.
We found one of your cards here. Thought you'd wanna know.
- Where is she? - The bedroom.
I couldn't say for sure.
This was cold. Ugly. Do you know who might be involved?
Your guess is as good as ours.
- You recover any spent rounds? - Not yet. Casings from a.44.
When you take them and any rounds to Forensics,
check if they came from the same gun that did Karen Fitzgerald.
- Got a perp in mind? - Richard White. He raped her once.
We're waiting on an ME but no sign of rape here.
- Mind if we talk to your witness? - This way.
Mr Cummings? Detective Benson. This is Detective Stabler.
- What did you do after you heard shots? - Nothing at first.
You know how you read in the papers it sounded like firecrackers?
It sounded like firecrackers. I was about to go back to bed.
- But you didn't? - No.
After the shooting, I heard a man's voice say, 'Bitch.'
These walls are paper thin.
So I went to my door and looked through the peephole.
What did you see?
A stocky guy. 40s maybe, headed for the stairs.
- You saw his face? - Yeah.
He turned, looked directly at my door. Like he could see through it.
- That's him. Only, er... - Only what?
He don't look so nuts in the picture.
OK. Thank you, Mr Cummings, for your help.
Call SVU. We'll give you what we've got on White.
- Got an extra photo? - Plenty to go around.
Should've seen it coming. White had her picture in his freezer.
It wasn't thawing. He was fixed on her.
You're not serious?
Could've offered protection. It's our job. Protecting, serving.
If there were 8 million of us in the city, everyone could sleep at night.
Are you gonna sleep tonight, Elliot? Or are you gonna think about her?
We got uniforms and Homicide looking for White.
Let's think about co-operation for a change. Total co-operation.
We don't need the glory, we need White off the streets.
- Jeffries, Briscoe. - Yeah?
Get some uniforms. Recheck the empty foreclosures.
List's at the sergeant's desk.
Munch, Cassidy. Help throw up a wall around Phillips. Keep at her.
Maybe there's some friend or enemy she's forgotten.
She gives you anything, you leave people with her.
Benson. You got a second?
- What? - I don't want you out there today.
- I need to be out there. - You've pissed him off.
He's focused on you. If he's in the city, you could be on his list.
- I need to watch Elliot. - We'll get him someone else.
Captain, when I first came on board here you told me that I don't get to pick the vic.
So now I'm the next potential vic.
The same rule should still apply. Let me do my job.
- I want you back here safe tonight. - OK.
All right, everybody, let's move out.
- Is Olivia Benson here? - I'm Benson.
Two dozen roses. Your boyfriend must really love you.
'No hard feelings.'
Where do you work?
Here we go. Charged to the credit card of Lila White.
Lila White? Are you sure?
Yeah. Credit card went through.
Platinum card. Those bastards take a hunk of my profits.
- You got an address on this? - Sure.
What time did your son get here?
Around 9:00am.
He looked dishevelled, harried.
He also wanted to borrow some money.
That's generally when I see him, when he wants money. He's a taker.
- Did he say why he needed it? - I assume because he had none.
Richard's never been good with money. He learnt from his father.
- Is his father here? - Dead.
- I'm sorry. - I'm not.
Richard uses his father's death to use me.
To play on guilt he thinks I feel because his father killed himself.
- When did that happen? - Five years ago last week.
His father was a taker, too.
- I've told him since he was a boy. - Told him what?
I thought he needed to know how the world worked.
He needed to grab control, take things for himself.
- And yet you still give him money. - Well...
He is my son, after all.
Did he say where he was going when he left?
To Manhattan. He was going to look up a special lady friend.
A policewoman. Huh. I told him he should drop her
before she started taking from him.
No offence. I understand that you people don't make any real money.
And for that you get to deal with filth. All day.
All shapes and sizes.
- I'll walk you in. - I know how to protect myself.
- I'm not a civilian. - You're not a superhero either.
Elliot, if I let White change my life in any way, he wins.
- I won't let him win. - It's not about winning.
- Yeah, it is. - Blink the lights when you're in.
You're gonna sit here all night until I do. Stubborn son of a bitch.
Yes, I am.
See you tomorrow.
Oh, God.
Benson.
'Hi, Olivia.'
Where are you?
'I wanna see you. Talk to you.
'I know you wanna see me. You've been trying all day. Let's meet.'
- Where? - 'Hm. Somewhere you feel safe.'
- The station house. - ' Funny.'
'Make it the Ramble. A bench that brings back fond memories.'
'You know the one. 7:00am.'
- Don't be late. - 'Olivia, I'm not a fool.
'If I see one cop, we'll never consummate our relationship.'
Run, bitch!
- Drop it, freak, now! Drop it! - On the ground, White! Get down.
- Just turn over and shut up. - You lying, coward bitch.
- He wants to confess. - All right. Let's do it.
No. He wants to play my reactions while he's doing it.
- He'll get off on that. - Which is good.
He thinks with the wrong head, you get the advantage.
OK. Hey. The gun.
- He's gotta cop to using the gun. - Got it.
Olivia. I was wondering. I thought you stood me up.
Course not. I just had some things to take care of.
Make-up? Hair? You look nice.
Thank you.
So, you wanted to talk?
Yes. I was wondering, though, how's your mother?
- Fine. How's yours? - You met her.
The classic refrigerator mother.
About your mother, though. Serena, isn't it?
Is she still carrying around scars from that rape?
- Is she still having nightmares? - Let's talk about Karen Fitzgerald.
One-track mind. Compulsive. Good for you.
How'd it happen?
We had a history. You know. So did you, I hear.
Yeah, I knew her. She was smart, competent.
Not really. Not like you.
She liked to read in the Ramble. Same time, same day, every week.
- That must've made it easy for you. - Too easy.
Too easy? Then why stalk her?
Stalk? That's sort of purple, isn't it?
We both went to a place we thought was safe, picturesque.
Filled with bird-watchers relaxing. Do you relax?
I mean, seeing what you see,
knowing how the world is, how bizarre and ugly it is.
Yeah, I relax.
Oh.
Bath.
Chanting.
Yoga.
So, she didn't hear me sneak up behind her.
She struggled a bit. That's hard with somebody squeezing your trachea.
It sounds a bit like Styrofoam peanuts crunching.
- That's very descriptive. - Thank you.
In the clearing I picked up a rock. I showed it to her.
Hit her with it. She yelped.
She didn't scream. She yelped like a whipped dog.
I made her crawl to me and ask my forgiveness for what she did to me.
- What did she do to you again? - In court. She embarrassed me.
- Oh, right. - She made a gurgling sound.
I took that for an apology. I accepted.
Then I took her. I think she liked it. What do you think?
- It doesn't matter what I think. - It does to me.
You're still listening. Must be something you enjoy about my story.
Maybe something's lacking.
I know.
You want me to say I killed her. You need that detail to kill me.
- Did you kill her? - I had a knife and I cut her.
And I watched her blood seep into the ground, taking her life with it.
He'll never say he used the gun.
Without that, he could duck the death penalty.
- Probably tossed it in the Hudson. - You look disappointed, Olivia.
What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?
Just, erm...
tell me once more. How'd you kill her?
Thrill-seeker.
No. I'm through. Do what you can with what you got.
I don't think you can kill me with it. Pity.
I'm fixed on you.
And until I'm dead, I'll always be in your head.
Just like your mother has somebody in her head.
We're joined at the hip now, aren't we?
Detective Stabler.
How are Kathy and the kids?