15x20 - Beast's Obsession

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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.

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[Dramatic music]

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Okay, everybody, listen up.

Here's what we have so far.

At approximately 10:45 last night, William Lewis, complaining of chest pains, was transferred from Rikers to Bellevue prison ward where all attempts to resuscitate him failed.

Ten minutes after being pronounced dead he suddenly came back to life on the gurney, and he was held overnight for observation.

At some point Lewis apparently convinces the D.O.C. Officer there to uncuff him.

He then snaps the officer's neck.

Lewis was discovered missing at 8:45 this morning.

But how'd he get out of that ward?

Still don't know.

This nurse was found r*ped, hanging in the closet.

Still hasn't regained consciousness.

Her cell phone, purse, car keys... all missing.

We have an alert out on her vehicle.

Which is a white camry, New York plates. N-S...

Don't even bother.

He'll ditch it before he escapes Manhattan.

He may not be leaving Manhattan.

Why would you say that?

Because he called me this morning from the nurse's cell phone.

He said that he misses me.

Which is precisely why I've been ordered to take command of this unit.

Excuse me?

Lieutenant Murphy?

Sergeant Benson.

We've spoken on the phone.

Yes, we have.

What are you doing here?

One PP didn't call?

No, they didn't.

That's classic.

You can't be in charge of a manhunt when you're the target of the man you are hunting.

I know William Lewis better than anyone.

And I'll be relying on that.

He is our suspect, and this is my unit.

No longer.

As of this moment I am acting commanding officer of SVU.

We're in this together.

He's been out three, maybe four hours.

He's already k*lled a brother officer and r*ped again.

The department's on alert, but you know his patterns.

We'll see this through to his capture.

Rollins, I'll need a breakdown of his known associates, his profile, prison contacts.

Anything and everything.

We've already started on that.

Then finish it.

Actually I was just about to have Fin and Rollins go to Rikers.

I was gonna go to Bellevue.

You're not going anywhere.

With my partner Nick Amaro.

No, we've met.

Yes, we have.

Amaro can go to Bellevue with Rollins.

Fin, is it?

Go to Rikers.

You're to stay here or a hotel.

Intelligence will provide 24-hour protection until Lewis is apprehended.

I don't need protection.

It's not your decision.

Is that the captain's office?

I'll be needing it.

This conversation you had with Lewis, he say anything else?

No.

He was really pronounced dead.

He rose like Lazarus.

Look, this is, uh, temporary, right?

Everything is, including your command here.

You knew someone would come in eventually.

Can I get my messages?

This is your protective detail.

Sergeant.

I'm detective Delano.

This is detective Carlson.

You're our principal.

We're your new best friends, shadowing you 24-7.

Yeah. Just for the record I didn't request this.

Won't last long.

We're gonna get this guy.

His heart stopped, and we did CPR for about 15 minutes.

I pronounced him dead.

Two minutes later he auto-resuscitates.

Uh, they call it the Lazarus effect.

He did have a heart attack though?

That's what we thought at first.

[Sighs]

But then I got his toxicology back.

The guy should still be dead.

He had, like...

Three grams of Propranolol in his system.

It's, like, 150 times the therapeutic dose.

Good way to get yourself transferred out of Rikers.

He started shaking, sweating.

Then he just dropped, grabbing his chest.

You get him the dr*gs?

Me? Nah.

Come on, you're head of BX9.

You got access.

My sergeant put you away.

You sure you and Lewis didn't bond over that?

You can't pin this on me.

Ask anybody.

Lewis was a monk in here.

What's that?

Inmates can get food from the outside in here?

Where'd these come from, Carlos?

I got no idea.

Oh, my God, William escaped from the hospital?

He's not here.

Have you heard from him?

No. I swear.

But you did go visit him yesterday.

I visit him every day.

Bringing him spiked cupcakes.

I just wanted him to feel better.

He's been having anxiety att*cks.

He couldn't eat or sleep.

He was wrongly convicted.

He's been suffering.

Where'd you get the dr*gs?

They're legal.

I have a prescription.

I get stage fright during my mandolin auditions.

There! That's Lewis.

He just grabs some scrubs and walks out?

Nobody's even paying attention.

Monday morning shift change.

This place is a mess.

And Lewis knows that, he's been here before.

Who signed off on the transfer from Rikers to Bellevue?

Dr. Janice Cole.

She called in sick today.

We've been trying to reach her.

She's not answering her phone.

[Dramatic music]

Is this the nurse's car?

Yeah, he switched the plate, but the VIN numbers match.

Clean, nothing in the trunk.

Dr. Cole!

NYPD!

Hit it.

Upstairs.

Hey, Lewis was here.

Nick.

Clear!

Hey.

She's cold.

Clear!

Hey.

Humor me.

Clear!

The doctor has a daughter.

So she's got two daughters.

Now where are they?

What kinda monster is he?

[Whimpers]

Oh! Sweetie.

Holy mother...

She's alive.

I need sergeant Benson.

You're okay, sweetheart.

[Grunts]

Jeez, call a bus.

Call a bus!

I'm on it.

Hey.

Are you sergeant Benson?

[Panting]

Why? No.

He... he wanted me to tell her what he did to me and that he has my little sister.

Okay, so Lauren's in surgery, internal injuries.

The missing sister, Amelia Cole, she's 12.

He's been with her how long?

Lauren's hazy about the timeline.

I take it no hits on the doctor's e-zpass, license plate readers?

He wanted us to find the Cole family.

He doesn't want us to find him.

You're half right.

He didn't want us to, but he's baiting Benson.

We have her apartment covered?

Her old apartment, her new apartment.

You do know the smart ones changes their patterns, right?

Sergeant Benson, you shouldn't be here.

Yeah, well, I heard Dr. Cole's daughter has a message for me.

Is she conscious?

She's just getting out of surgery.

Look, if you were needed I would've called you.

I told you to hold the fort.

And I'm sorry to disobey your orders, but he has a 12-year-old girl, and now you've seen what he's capable of.

I won't stand on principle.

You're here now.

[Knocking on door]

Lauren...

I'm sergeant Benson.

This is lieutenant Murphy.

[Gasps]

Thank God!

He said he'd k*ll my little sister unless you tell the truth.

The truth?

Well, what else did he want me to know?

What he did to me, how he did things.

He said you'd like to hear the details.

Okay.

Lauren, would you...

Would you feel more comfortable if it was just us?

Okay.

I'll be right outside.

Just tell me what happened.

[Door closes]

Um...

My mom stayed home from work because my little sister had a temperature.

She was sleeping, I was in my room.

I heard my mother scream, then a g*nsh*t.

[Sniffles]

I got my dad's old revolver from her dresser.

And I went downstairs.

He was standing there...

Smiling.

I had the g*n in my hand, but I just froze.

Lauren, it's okay.

That's perfectly understandable.

He took my g*n...

And forced me upstairs into Amelia's room.

She was still sleeping.

He made me take off my clothes...

And lit a cigarette.

Then he held the lit end of the cigarette on my neck...

And my breasts.

And then he turned me over and he r*ped me.

[Sniffles]

He whispered, "tell sergeant Benson what she missed."

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Then he tied me up in the closet.

Took Amelia with him.

Said if I ever wanted to see her alive again I had to convince you to admit the truth.

He said you'd know what that means.

Whatever it is...

Just do it.

Tell him what he wants to hear.

Please.

Liv, you okay?

No.

Sergeant, can I have a word with you?

Just a moment.

What exactly did the girl mean when she said, "Lewis wants you to tell the truth"?

This is just between you and me.

I give you my word.

During the trial, I testified...

That I beat Lewis with a metal bar...

Fracturing his skull, shattering his kneecap.

I remember reading something about that.

I told the jury that...

He had gotten free of his cuffs and had lunged at me.

And you lied.

He was cuffed.

Incapacitated.

You should've k*lled him when you had the chance.

There's press downstairs, I'm gonna make a statement.

Absolutely not.

He has a little girl.

If you give him what he wants, he just might k*ll the girl anyway.

He's doing this for you.

While he's waiting for you to move, he won't move.

This is when we hunt him down.

Lieutenant!

They found Dr. Cole's car.

The suspect is considered armed and dangerous.

Do not attempt to approach him, do not attempt to apprehend him.

If you see William Lewis, call 911... [Grunts]

Or our tip hotline at 1-800-555-0199.

Again, the suspect is believed to be armed and considered extremely dangerous.

The department will not rest until he is apprehended.

Thank you.

No further comments.

CSU found some hair in the trunk, some blood.

The lab's running it now to see if it's a match for Amelia.

Well, he didn't leave on foot with that little girl.

There's damage on the far side of the car... black paint.

He might've done a bump-and-rob.

Probably has another vehicle.

Check missing persons, carjacking reports, everything.

Lieutenant...

They found a floater over by the boat slip.

[Radio chatter]

Young white male, no I.D.

Single b*llet hole to the temple.

M.E. says core body temp's down 12 degrees, with blanching lividity on the back.

Amaro, how long?

Three hours.

Good. That means the fish haven't had time to nibble his fingers yet.

See if his prints are in the system, tell 'em to check dental, tattoos, everything.

We caught a lucky break.

It's Danny weston, 26.

He had a cochlear implant.

So while they waited to hear back from the manufacturer, I went ahead and called New York eye and ear, they ID'd him within the hour.

They only do, like, 100...

Okay, he's deaf.

What kinda car's he driving?

Yes, sir.

Uh, it's a 2013 black acadia SUV.

New York plates.

A black SUV?

I thought you said we caught a break.

That's like every other car in Manhattan.

He's in one, we gotta stop 'em all till we find him.

Hey, it's Lewis.

He's calling on a landline from Dr. Cole's cell phone.

He'll only talk to you, Liv.

Track the GPS.

Go ahead.

No.

You gotta make him wait.

You make him wait, it'll make him angry.

When he gets angry, he gets sloppy.

Lewis.

Speakerphone, huh?

You know better than that.

Take me off, now.

It's just us.

Lewis, you want me.

You know you do.

You let the girl go.

I don't think so.

Think I'm gonna keep her.

I like her.

Say hi.

Hi.

Amelia.

12 is such a lovely age.

They start to look like a woman...

Feel like a woman.

But they still smell like a little girl...

Sweet.

Shampoo and baby powder.

Lewis, listen to me.

Just tell me where you are and I will come meet you, whatever you want.

You know what I want...

The truth.

[Gasps]

Tonight.

Public confession on the 6:00 news.

You and I both know the truth.

The people need to hear it from you.

Okay.

Lew...

He's gone, he hung up.

He's calling from Roosevelt island.

I thought you said he was smart.

That's it...

One bridge in, subway out.

And the tram.

We got him!

Call the MTA, the 116, and the tramway.

Shut that and the "f" train down.

Close everything off and let me know when it happens.

I'm getting a ping on Dr. Cole's cell.

He's on the tram.

Hey, who's in charge?

Who's in charge?

Over there.

We've got it covered.

We stopped the tram.

No one's gotten on or off.

Bring it in slow.

Start it up.

Hey, get downstairs, now!

Now, let's go!

Everyone downstairs!

You see him?

No.

Open it up, open it up!

All right, come out one at a time!

All right, everybody, police emergency.

Hands up, police emergency!

Let's go, guys, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

Down the stairs, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

No Lewis, no Amelia.

I'm still getting a ping off the cell.

Well, he's not here.

There's no place to hide.

Come on.

Let's move, let's move!

Nick.

[Phone ringing]

What is that?

No, wait for ESU.

Get ESU up here!

Screw 'em.

There.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Hi, Amanda.

It's been a while.

You caught me once.

Guess this time you lost me.

[Hangs up]

No sign of Lewis.

We're pulling street cams and security footage from the tram.

Murphy says Taru traced the incoming call to the cell we found in Amelia's backpack.

Signal's coming from a no-name phone in the east 50s.

[Sighs]

Hungry?

Flood the zone from third Avenue to the east river, from 50th street up to 60th.

Does Lewis have any known associates in the east 50s?

Well, it's unlikely that he met anybody in prison on the Upper East Side.

Wait a second.

His last defense attorney.

She lived near Sutton place.

[Phone ringing]

Olivia.

You found me.

I did.

Your former lawyer's your next Vic?

You know, the smart ones change their patterns.

Is Amelia still with you?

It's always about the girl with you, isn't it?

You don't care about my attorney, her trials?

You remember the smell of gas, detective?

Burning flesh?

I'll bet you do.

Lewis, please...

Just...Stop.

420 e. 58th.

I'll close down the block.

Okay, let's go.

Move!

Counselor!

You wanna give sergeant Benson the message we talked about?

[Grunting]

Here you go, hold your head up, sweetheart.

You can do it.

Ah, that's all right.

Sorry, counselor doesn't seem to wanna talk right now.

We're gonna have to call you back.

Lewis, leave him alone.

If you promise me...

That they will both stay alive, I will say whatever you want to hear.

What I want to hear, huh?

You mean the truth?

Yes.

The truth.

A confession? No!

You give a sociopath what he wants, he rips your heart out for sport and holds it in his hand while you watch, bleeding out.

He has Amelia.

I know what he could be doing to her.

No, you don't.

You know what he did to you, you know what he's done to others.

He's counting on that.

He's not interested in that little girl.

He's inside your head.

That is the as*ault he's enjoying right now.

He's not going anywhere.

My name is sergeant Olivia Benson, NYPD, and on the 6th of January of this year I testified in the New York state supreme court at the trial of William Lewis.

And on that day, under oath, I swore that, when I beat him with a metal bar, he had broken free of his handcuffs.

And I only used the force necessary to subdue him.

That was a lie.

The truth is, when I beat Mr. Lewis, fracturing his skull, his orbital socket, shattering his kneecap, breaking multiple ribs, and causing permanent damage, he was handcuffed.

He and I were alone, he offered no resistance, and I was not in danger.

The as*ault was nothing less than police brutality and excessive force.

I apologize for the inhumanity of my actions and for my perjury.

Since William Lewis was convicted based on my testimony, I request that D.A. Rafael Barba inform the judiciary committee of my actions and take appropriate steps to rectify the unjust conviction of Mr. Lewis.

I make this statement of my own volition, under no duress, under no coercion, and under no expectation that there be a quid pro quo from Mr. Lewis.

I'm sorry that I didn't come forward earlier.

Thank you.

[Hyperventilating]

Comfortable, sweetheart?

[Crying]

I want my mommy!

Not yet, honey.

You thirsty?

It's been six hours, no response.

So we wait.

[Sighs]

You were right, Murphy.

It didn't matter.

He's gonna k*ll her anyway.

Liv...

[Sighs]

You...

You can't think that way.

Maybe it's time for you to get some rest.

Guys, please, I'm fine.

Rollins is right.

The intelligence detail will take you back to your hotel.

Lieutenant Murphy...

It's fine.

That's an order.

Mr. right turns out to be Mr. right now or Mr. wrong.

Now how's that possible?

You're smart, sexy, the whole package.

Ah, this from a guy with a wedding ring.

You mind if I, uh, use the ladies room?

Yeah, just let me check it.

[Laughs]

Clear.

You mind?

I'll be right outside.

Thanks.

[Unlocks door]

Hey!

Hey! Out of the car!

What is this?

Out of the car now.

Police business.

Step away from the vehicle.

What are you doing?

What are you, crazy?

Where are you going?

You had better be kidding me.

How do you lose a principal?

Find her now!

Rollins, Fin, Amaro.

Benson's gone.

Lewis took her?

She slipped her detail, commandeered a town car.

Oh.

Any of you know about this?

No.

Do not lie to me.

We didn't know, none of us.

We'll find her, lieutenant.

Track her radio, her cell.

Put an alert on the town car, she's armed!

Amaro.

What's your partner doing?

She's going after Lewis.

She's gonna end this.

That's exactly what he wants.

Lewis!

I'm here!

Where's the girl?

[Breathing heavily]

Put your hands in the air, Olivia.

What'd you think, it was gonna be easy?

After all our time together?

I feel like you don't even know me at all.

What do you want?

Your g*n.

Otherwise you won't find the girl.

Nobody will.

[Unloads clip]

Turn around.

Ow.

Take it easy.

Shh!

Arghh!

No drop g*n.

Good girl.

Cell phone.

This, you won't be needing.

You know what?

Think I'll keep the radio.

This way they can hear you scream while they're looking for you.

Where's the girl, Lewis?

Shh!

Let's go for a ride.

Town car last seen heading off the BQE at 4:00 A.M.

Toward the Gowanus canal.

Her cell cut off at the edge of red hook...

Van d*ke and Barnell street.

There's nothing out there.

That's kinda how Lewis likes it.

Past the projects, ball fields.

Perfect place for a rat to find a hole.

[Sighs]

Sorry about those potholes.

[Unlocks cuffs]

[Groans]

[Groans]

It's horrible, isn't it?

How the city just...

Lets everything go to ruin.

[Tightening cuffs]

What's the matter, Olivia?

Don't feel like talking?

What?

Oh, lord.

You're not having flashbacks now, are you?

It's very common, you know...

PTSD.

I mean, it's...

It's real.

You're in your bed at night, wake up in a cold sweat, thinking I'm in the room with a g*n to your head.

Don't flatter yourself.

Nothing to be ashamed of, Olivia.

All my girls go through it.

I am an agent of change, nailed to the trajectory of people's lives.

They might have hopes and dreams before they meet me, but then...

Then they run into me, life as they knew it is gone.

Well, you know, right?

Could be getting out of a car, opening a door.

You might just hear a sound, but still you think of me.

You know...

You know, whatever you think that you did to me, whatever effect you think you had on me, that's in your head.

Huh.

So, um, no dreams about me at all, huh?

[Sighs]

Dreams?

No.

Well...

Who else you got in your life?

That cop boyfriend?

I mean, he's gotta be out of the picture by now, right?

There's no chemistry there.

Even at the trial, you know, the few times that he did come, you were looking at me, not him.

You're the one who's obsessed, Lewis.

You could've been in Canada by now, but instead you had to come back for me.

You find it hard to trust after what we went through?

There's a tendency to isolate, to withdraw.

You seeing a therapist?

Please promise me you'll do that.

He probably sits there with you and tells you that you're working through it, right?

"You can be whole again, Olivia."

Well, he's lying.

What I do, and I've seen this in the victim impact statements, nobody ever recovers from it.

The girl, Lewis.

Where's the girl?

Little Amelia?

Her life up to this point has been all princess movies and lip gloss.

I'm gonna be her first.

Take me to her, Lewis.

That was...

That was our agreement.

Upstairs.

[Exhales]

Watch out for the rats.

[Exhales]

Amelia, I'm detective Benson.

Listen to me, the cops are on their way, sweetheart.

You're gonna be okay.

Hi, sweetie!

Hope you haven't been too scared up here all alone without me.

Cut her down, you have me now.

Well, that's up to you.

It's your choice now.

And I have you both, so...

I can do you, let her watch.

Or I can cut her down...

Do her, let you watch.

I'm fine either way.

All right, so Taru confirms this is where her signal died over an hour ago, and there's been nothing from her radio.

This is her vest and her g*n.

Where did he take her?

He got a good jump on us.

BQE's close by.

He could be anywhere.

[Sighs]

Gimme your arm.

It's over, Lewis.

They're...

They're coming for me.

They're gonna find...

The car, they're gonna find you.

I see, so you're just buying time by letting me r*pe you?

That's it?

Do what you're gonna do.

[Moaning]

[Kissing]

That's it?

That's all you're gonna give me, huh?

Just gonna stand here, play possum?

[Laughing]

All right.

You know what, new game.

My rules...

Not yours.

This is gonna be more fun.

You know what, I'll be a gentleman.

I'll go first.

Look away.

Look away, Amelia.

Death is not something to be afraid of, Olivia.

You're going to hell, Lewis.

[Cocks g*n]

Am I?

[Hammer clicks]

Pick it up.

Or I could sh**t you first.

Pick it up!

And if you're thinking of sh**ting me with that, just remember there's five empty chambers, one b*llet.

So...

Either you get extremely lucky, or you pull the trigger, I sh**t you, and it's just me and Amelia.

So pick up the g*n and put it to your pretty little head.

Harper call it in?

Yeah, that's the car.

[Sirens blaring]

It's clear!

Okay, pop the trunk.

Pop the trunk!

What the hell is he thinking?

Go ahead.

Do it.

They're coming for you.

Ow!

Pull the trigger...

Or I'll sh**t you in the head.

[Whispering] Do it.

[Whispering] Do it, Olivia.

No.

No, don't.

Don't. Don't.

[Crying]

Okay. Okay.

It's your turn.

[Exhales]

[Hammer clicks]

My turn.

You know what's ironic about your little confession?

Even if you tell people that I shot myself, they're not gonna believe you now.

They're gonna assume...

[Cocks g*ns]

That you shot me...

In cold blood.

Execution style.

[Hammer clicks]

[Helicopter approaching]

Hmm.

Your friends are here.

Let's make it interesting for 'em.

Testing, testing.

This is William Lewis here.

I'm here with sergeant Benson, and we're playing a little game of Russian roulette.

We're halfway through.

[Sirens blaring]

I'm sliding the g*n across the table to sergeant Benson.

There's three chambers left, one b*llet.

Pick it up.

[Crying]

Shh!

[Whispering]

Pull the trigger, Olivia, or I will.

Do it now.

They're coming.

[Hammer clicks]

Where the hell are they?

Ground floor is clear.

They're not outside.

Two chambers left, one b*llet.

[Cocks g*n]

You know how lucky I am.

Look away.

Look away, Amelia.

[Hammer clicks]

Game over.

Say good-bye, Olivia.

[Radio static]

This is the last thing...

You're gonna think about...

[Drops g*n]

Before you die.

The last thing...

You're gonna see.

[g*nsh*t]

[Screams]