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NARRATOR: 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.
(BOTH LAUGHlNG)
Hold on, Steve.
Let's take a picture.
Actually,
it's Scott.
Say cheese.
(SCREAMlNG)
He stole my phone!
Police! Freeze!
SARA: Get him, please!
Get my phone back!
Police! Stop!
Stop! Police!
Come out!
Don't shoot me!
Hey, don't shoot me.
Slow.
Easy.
I took the phone,
but I didn't do that.
Holy God.
Central, two-Adam.
I need a bus
at 1022 West 48.
I have a female
assault victim.
Heavy bleeder, Central.
MAN OVER RADlO:
Roger, two-Adam.
Is she likely?
I think she's
already dead.
(GASPlNG)
Miss? Miss, you hang
in there, you hear me?
Help is on the way.
Can you tell me
who did this to you?
(GASPlNG) Mitch.
Mitch?
Mitch.
That's all she said?
She could
barely say that.
Can you
describe her?
White female,
mid-20s.
Found her in an
empty restaurant
on West 48th.
Injuries?
It was hard to tell
with all the blood.
Slash on her neck,
bruising on her thighs.
Did you find
her purse? ID?
Neither.
*** gone, too.
This Mitch son of a ***
stole just about everything
he could from her.
Doc, can we
speak with her?
Not anymore.
She's dead.
So Jane Doe
is yanked off
the street,
***, robbed,
and murdered.
Surprised she made it
to the E.
R.
Looks like she bled
out right there.
See anything he could have
used to slash her neck?
Not yet.
Hold on.
***.
Yep.
Ripped them
right off her.
Whoever this Mitch was,
he had some rage.
You know, maybe
it didn't begin that way.
See all these candles?
Empty bottles of beer?
Think it started
as a cheap date?
Yeah, things went bad
when she said no.
All right,
bag and print
everything.
Test and type
the blood, please.
Elliot.
Looks like Mitch
and our Jane Doe
had some company.
(STABLER READlNG)
FlN: Didn't take me
long to find it.
Our ***
has a website?
FlN: Plus a bunch
of songs
you can download.
STABLER: It's a
heavy metal band.
Death metal,
more like.
Think Black Sabbath
or Judas Priest only
sicker and more violent.
And it's not a band.
It's just one guy,
Trey Greenway.
This morning
he uploaded his
new music video,
Brutalized
and Left to Die.
STABLER: Okay,
so when does
the music start?
There's the pentagram
and the candles.
It's definitely
our empty building.
Lyrics sound
just like your crime.
BENSON: "Snatched
off the street.
Yanked off my feet.
"Loving your screams
as my fangs slice your meat.
"The kill is the thrill.
Death is my skill.
"Draining each victim
till I get my fill.
"
And it just
gets worse.
Does our victim
make an appearance?
No, but maybe she
was his opening act
or a way of cooling
down after he got done.
Well, I don't know.
See, this is all
about shock value.
*** parents off.
A guy like this,
he wants to be famous,
not kill people.
Trey was no choirboy.
Conviction for assault
and another one for burglary.
And you don't
have much else.
Warner's autopsy
confirms the ***,
but that's it.
No fluids or fibers.
No hits in CODlS
or Missing Persons.
Fin, put up
a Faceunion page
for Jane Doe.
Hopefully, it goes viral,
and somebody recognizes her.
El and I will track
down Count Chocula.
(HEAVY METAL MUSlC PLAYlNG)
NYPD.
Trey Greenway,
show yourself.
Guy is single-handedly
keeping Pier 1 in business.
Trey!
(GlRL SCREAMlNG)
You! You!
Get away from her!
Back off.
Wait, a vampire cannot
enter a room
unless he is invited.
Here's your
invitation.
Someone of my stature
deserves better treatment
than this, human.
Save yourself
some grief.
All right? Let's drop the act.
Act?
That you're a vampire.
Would you be able
to see your reflection?
I see no reflection.
You're about to see
the inside of a jail cell
for attacking that girl.
Trey wasn't
attacking me.
BENSON: Mina.
He sunk his teeth
into your neck.
You were screaming.
In ecstasy.
He's helping me
transition from
psi to sang.
From what to what?
I'm a psi.
I feed on the psychic
energy of others.
Trey has reached
the level
of sang vampire.
As in sanguine?
Okay.
He feeds on blood.
He is my Master of the Night,
and I am his willing victim.
Like her?
Looks like you went
too far with this one.
I've never seen her.
Well, she was bled
dry last night
in the same building
where you were
shooting that video.
I wouldn't expect
a weak-minded drone
like you to believe me.
So why don't you
help me out there, Trey?
I mean,
you're the one who paints
pentagrams in human blood.
You write lyrics like,
"The thrill is the kill.
"
"The kill is the thrill.
Death is my skill.
"
My music is art.
My life is art.
Well, your life is
going to be prison,
and it ain't going
to be blood that you're
sucking in Sing Sing.
(SCOFFS)
If you must
know, human,
I was nowhere near
that building last night.
I was up in The Bronx
auditioning a backup band
for Vampyre Sacrifice's
upcoming tour.
We shredded
all night.
And how about the blood
for the pentagram?
I gave it to him
as an offering.
BENSON:
So it was yours.
No, I work
at a blood bank downtown.
That's where I met Trey.
He came in a few weeks ago.
Chatted me up.
He got you to steal
bags of blood.
Mina, that is a crime.
I know.
Trey is totally scared
of getting HlV from
biting random people.
Even made me
get tested,
and the sex
is really hot.
Mistress Mina's
story checks out.
All right.
Thanks a lot.
Though Hudson Blood Center
fired her for "unauthorized
removal of inventory.
"
Band in The Bronx.
Trey was with them
from dusk till dawn.
We got invited
to their first gig
next month, though.
So we're back to nowhere
on our ***-***.
Well, the ***
may not have
been intentional.
Warner says Jane Doe had
a clotting disorder called
Stuart-Prower deficiency.
It's a type
of hemophilia.
Did that cause her
to bleed out?
Yeah, Warner also found rust
in her neck laceration.
Figures she got
cut being yanked
into the building.
So explains why
we couldn't find
a *** weapon.
Well, but it's
still a homicide.
Like that Brooklyn girl
last year who died
of an asthma attack
triggered
by being ***.
Well, we need
a suspect,
because
all we've got is a woman
in the morgue and no lD.
Can I help you?
(CLEARlNG THROAT) Ladies?
If there is a problem,
it would help
if somebody would
actually say something.
BABS: You're damn right
there's a problem!
This woman's name
is Alisa Davies.
Just one more lesbian
who's dead
because of the NYPD.
We're ***, we're pissed,
and we're not leaving
until we get results.
So I take it
you're their leader?
Nothing gets
by you, Curly.
Babs Duffy, president,
founder and spokeswoman.
LesBeStrong.
com, oh,
the gay rights group.
Not gay rights.
Lesbian rights.
Something you clowns
obviously know nothing about.
Miss Duffy, you want
to bash the police,
you've come
to the wrong place.
Special Victims
is uniquely sensitive
to the needs
of the LGBT community.
Well, if you were
really uniquely sensitive,
you'd know
it's the LGBTQlA
community.
Lesbians, gay, bisexual,
transgender, and
Questioning, intersex,
allies.
Stay with me.
Well, I got a tough time
keeping up with political
correctness.
Really? All I'm getting
from you is your ***-poor
patriarchal attitude.
So, take it down
a notch, Jack Webb.
Miss Duffy,
you have us wrong.
We're actually very
attuned to the needs
of your community.
We work with the
Anti-Violence Project.
We have a Gay Officers
Action League.
Blah, blah, blah.
All a bunch of
bureaucratic suck ups
co-opted by the dominant
hetero-normative paradigm.
Kind of like you,
sister.
You came here
because of our victim?
You said her name
was Alisa Davies?
Yeah,
and I'm not going to let you
sweep her under the rug.
There's an epidemic
of violence in this city.
Attacks of lesbians,
rapes of lesbians,
murders of lesbians.
We watch the stats.
Nothing recent to
suggest an epidemic.
Or even a pattern.
Then I'm here
to open your eyes.
Did you know
Miss Davies personally?
You mean
were we lovers?
Because if two lesbians
know each other,
then naturally,
next thing, they're in
their bra and ***
and going down
like the Titanic.
Is that it?
Are you for real?
Miss Duffy, we appreciate
you identifying our victim.
But we also need
to know Miss Davies'
next of kin,
so we can make
a notification.
I'll tell you
on the ride down there.
You're not going
anywhere with us.
One of my sisters
is dead.
That doesn't make
you a cop, red.
Then you're not
getting the address.
Then you're going to
jail for obstruction.
Is that what
your gal pals
want to hear?
Babs Duffy is the problem,
not the solution?
Alisa's girlfriend
is Sharon Harris.
apartment 6E.
(LAUGHS) Sharon, turn it off.
SHARON: No way.
I want everyone
to see my girlfriend
before she
becomes Alisa Davies,
world famous artist.
Well, if I do,
it'll be because you're
my beautiful muse.
Now, turn off that camera
so I can ravage you.
Your girlfriend
was very talented.
She was the love
of my life.
And my fiancee.
I proposed the night
we made that video.
We were going
to get married
in Connecticut in May.
Anybody have
a problem with that?
No.
Everyone we
know was thrilled.
What about Mitch?
I don't know
anyone named Mitch.
Did Alisa?
Not that I'm aware of.
We don't hang out
with a lot of men.
When was the last time
you saw your fiancee?
Tuesday night.
I work at a bar
a couple of blocks over,
Kitty Corner.
Alisa stopped by around 8:00.
She was in a great mood.
We had a couple of drinks
out on the back patio,
and then she left.
That was two
nights ago.
You weren't worried
when she didn't
come home?
Sometimes, she doesn't.
She'd get an idea
for a piece of jewelry,
and she'd go to her studio,
and she'd stay there for days
until it was perfect.
I thought maybe
she had gone there
to, you know
Make our
wedding bands.
That was interesting.
Acted like
I wasn't even there.
Look between
your legs lately?
What are you doing here?
Oh, right, 'cause I'm
a lesbian, I should be
at home with my cats?
Sheet-rocking
my bathroom?
All right,
what have we learned?
What's our next move?
What we learned
is police business.
Next move is for
you to go home.
What's your problem,
Stabler?
Have you looked
in the mirror lately?
You don't want me
as an enemy.
Well, I'm pretty damn
sure I don't want you
as a friend, either.
Oh.
Good.
Because
a friend would tell
you your *** is huge.
I mean, shouldn't he work out?
Really, it's like you can down
the back of your pants.
We're still on
the case, Babs.
And if we need any help,
we'll be sure to call you.
All right.
How hard can it be?
I mean, look, I don't
expect Assy McBigPants
here to catch anybody,
but, Benson, you seem
pretty on the ball.
Look, it's obvious
we have a lesbian killer
on the rampage here, okay?
Fine, don't listen to me!
Talk to Brooklyn Bias Crimes!
I've been working
very closely with them.
Omar Ellis will
tell you I'm right.
ELLlS: Babs Duffy
is a nut case.
She's in here
every other week
breathing down my neck,
claiming all around
the city there's an
Epidemic of hate
against lesbians.
Exactly.
Look, I'm not
saying we don't see
cases of genuine hate,
but most of the crimes
Babs brings me
are garden-variety fights,
or insults between neighbors,
or perceived dirty looks.
It's hard to make
the anti-lesbian
connection.
Well, that doesn't stop her
from accusing local businesses
of discriminatory policies.
She threatens lawsuits,
organizes pickets.
Brings the news media.
Yeah, and everything
goes away
if the company just
makes a contribution
to LesBeStrong.
Look, maybe her heart
is in the right place.
And honestly,
I wouldn't mind her as much
if she also fought
for gay men, bisexuals,
and transgenders.
But for Babs, it's only
about lesbians 24/7.
So, is there any
evidence of a ***
targeting lesbians?
ELLlS: Not specifically.
But most of the attacks
we do see happen
near lesbian bars.
Where did yours happen?
Manhattan,
That's a fast-growing
lesbian area.
I'd check with a bar there
called the Kitty Corner.
Anything happens with
lesbians, they'll know.
Killer on the loose.
If you see or hear anything,
post it on our website.
There's a killer
on the loose.
Oh!
Hello, detectives.
I see Babs
has all her troops out
pounding the pavement.
Yeah.
Whatever
she needs, we'll do.
Just like that?
Yeah, just like that.
Look, we all know
that Babs can be pretty
in-your-face at times.
She likes to crank up
the volume.
That is the
understatement
of the year.
There is a whole
community of women here
who did not have a voice
until Babs spoke out.
Women like you?
Until three years ago,
I was in the closet.
At home, at work,
and especially,
on the inside.
But Babs,
she opened that door for me.
Her words brought me out.
Because of Babs,
I will never again be
afraid to be who I am.
None of us will.
Now, will you please
do us a favor and find
the ***
who murdered our friend?
That's why we're here.
Excuse us.
(ROCK MUSlC PLAYlNG)
BARTENDER:
Suspicious looking men?
Hanging around,
making comments,
trying to pick up women?
This is hardly
the bar for that.
Well, what about
delivery guys?
Food service,
liquor drop-offs?
Never any trouble.
Is this about what
happened to Alisa Davies?
We think she may have been
targeted for being gay
by someone named Mitch.
Don't know any Mitch.
Did you talk to Alisa's
girlfriend, Sharon?
BENSON: First thing
this morning.
Oh! So she wasn't
full on yet.
What does
"full on" mean?
Daytime Sharon is different
from Sharon at night.
The way she dresses,
the way she acts.
She works the door here.
Keeps everyone in line.
So she's
Kitty Corner's
bouncer.
Sharon prefers enforcer.
Loves throwing people out.
I've seen her kick bikers'
***.
So you're worried
she might have gotten
rough with Alisa.
Just the other night,
Alisa dropped in for a drink.
Pretty soon, Sharon had her
on the patio yelling at her.
Then Sharon shoved her hard.
Alisa stormed
out the back gate.
Sharon got even madder
and went after her.
The other side of that
alley is the building
where Alisa died.
How long was Sharon gone?
The bar got slammed
right about then,
so I lost track.
Look, I love strong women,
but Sharon Harris scares me.
Go on the lnternet.
You'll see.
She runs a group called
Big Apple Aggressives.
Sharon Harris
is an aggressive.
Lesbian culture
is just as diverse
as any other orientation.
Aggressives are
just one sub-set.
Like straight women
who enjoy dressing
in leather and tying up men.
Exactly.
Aggressives adopt
a macho style and attitude.
Some bind their ***.
Some even take hormones
to grow facial hair
and accentuate musculature.
Are they likely
to be violent?
Not at all.
Like everyone else,
it all boils down
to the individual.
Which is why gays
and lesbians aren't immune
to domestic violence,
substance abuse, ***
Just more proof
that we're all equal.
Mmm-hmm.
Well, not
according to Babs Duffy.
You've got to check this out.
She's everywhere.
Look, no one is really
looking after me
or my ladies here.
Certainly not the so-called
police department.
So if you care about
this epidemic of violence
against lesbians,
do the right thing.
Donate to LesBeStrong.
We offer counseling,
legal services,
all the tools you need
to finally
take care of yourselves.
Woman's got a talent
for self-promotion.
At our expense.
And Sharon Harris
has a talent for
roughing people up.
She booted a guy
in the *** in the subway,
punched a girl
at a street fair,
and told her
someone should *** her
to teach her a lesson.
That's not
being an aggressive.
That's being a psycho.
Okay, so Sharon
and Alisa got in a fight
out back at Kitty Corner.
Alisa runs out.
Sharon grabs her, drags her
into our empty building,
teaches her a lesson.
It wouldn't be
the first girlfriend
she attacked.
Her previous girlfriend,
Janet Burnell,
got a court order
of protection
against her last June.
Yeah, Sharon did that to me,
but black eyes heal.
The real torture
started after we broke up.
Abusers are experts
at mind games.
She wasn't
playing games.
She got SpoofCards
for my phone number.
She hacked my email,
my voice mail.
Did Sharon
threaten you?
No, but she
deleted my calls.
She screwed up
my appointments
and delivery schedules.
My business
took a real hit.
And God help
any woman who left me
a personal message.
Did you notify
the police?
I was about to.
And then it stopped.
Just like that.
I heard she met someone new.
She did, and that
woman is now dead.
Oh, my God.
(SlGHlNG) Oh, God.
Deep down, I knew Mitch
would do something.
Mitch?
(CHUCKLES)
It's a
pet name for when
we were intimate.
Mitch.
Short for my ***.
Stop violence
against lesbians!
Big rally tomorrow at noon!
Everyone
You know, let's play
this one low-key.
The natives are
already restless.
Detectives, big rally
tomorrow at noon.
(BENSON READlNG)
Just made my day.
BABS: You think
this is funny?
Lady, I told you
it's a mistake.
No, it's prejudice,
plain and simple.
I want them redone,
and I want a refund.
I'll do it.
Fine.
Making friends
as usual, I see.
Oh, yeah.
Like he screws up
straight people's flyers.
Bigoted jerk.
Hey, Babs.
Typo,
not a hate crime.
Babs, channel
three is here.
Oh! It's about time.
Where's the camera?
(CLEARlNG THROAT)
Hi, 'cause I have
got a message out
for the *** out there
that's raping lesbians.
Your days are
numbered, pal.
Because SVU might be
dragging their ***,
but Babs
That woman is
a piece of work.
Heads up.
There's our suspect.
Sharon Harris.
No, no, no, no.
You're going to
talk to me this time.
Or should
I call you Mitch?
(BOTH GRUNTlNG)
Let me go!
BABS: What's going on?
Let me go!
Police brutality!
Let her go!
Let her go!
Liv, it's nothing.
Will you please
hold steady?
What happened to him?
Technical term?
Punched by a chick.
Ha-ha! You're laughing now.
Wait until I get
a confession out of her.
All done.
Hold on.
A suspect
assaults a police officer,
and charges get filed.
I'm fine.
Would you be saying that
if it was a 200-pound man
who slugged you?
Well, next time one does,
I'll let you know.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I'm not talking
with him here.
Well, that's the
beauty of it, Mitch.
You don't get a vote.
Tell him to leave,
Detective Benson.
Please.
Then I'll speak to you.
That was quick.
She didn't punch you
again, did she?
You know, some women
just don't want
to talk man to man.
Stabler!
I wish she'd refuse
to talk to me.
Look, you pig-headed
son of a ***, you can't
drag an innocent
(CLEARlNG THROAT)
Hi, Babs Duffy.
Alex Cabot.
I will
leave you two alone.
You don't have to.
No, you want
to say something.
Let's do it in the box.
You cannot believe
she killed her.
Yeah? Why is that?
She is a woman.
Who gets off
on slugging people.
Women resort to violence
only when provoked
by male oppression.
(SlGHlNG) Your
PC crap is killing me.
Hey, you just don't
want to hear anything
that threatens
the power structure
perpetuating male control.
What I care about
is probable cause.
There's your PC.
Which is what I have
against Sharon Harris.
I didn't kill Alisa.
I don't think
that you meant to.
You have a very
serious anger problem.
No, I don't.
No, you don't?
You attacked my partner.
You hit people on the street.
And you were
seen shoving Alisa
the night she died.
You cannot believe
I killed her!
You've lied to us
every step of the way.
No, I didn't.
You lied about the bar.
Okay, me and Alisa argued.
You lied about her
going to her studio.
I thought she went there!
And you lied about not
knowing who Mitch was.
Didn't you?
Hasn't anybody
ever called you
by a special name?
Not ***.
Yeah, well, I live in
a different world than you.
Straights never understand
people like me.
Sharon, I want
to help you.
You want to put me in jail
because of who I am.
That has nothing
to do with it.
What did Alisa do
that made you so angry?
Did she look
at another woman?
She didn't do anything.
Did she want to
break up with you?
No.
We were in love.
Then why were you
yelling at her right
before she was murdered?
Because I get
angry about things,
and I hit people.
People I love.
But Alisa knew that.
She got me into therapy.
She was helping me
be a better person.
When the patrol officer
asked who attacked her,
she said, "Mitch.
"
She was asking for me.
She was scared, confused.
She loved me.
Liv.
Fin, just give us
a minute?
You don't need it.
Perp just struck again.
After we handed out
the last flyer,
the other girls
went to grab a drink
at Kitty Corner.
But I wanted to get home
to update our website
about the rally.
So you were on
the street alone.
I was all alone.
I was passing by
an empty doorway
when he reached out
and grabbed me
from behind.
I tried to scream,
but his hand was
already over my mouth.
He dragged you into
the empty building?
Yeah, he slammed me
down on my stomach.
And he took off
my jeans.
Rosemary,
did you see him at all?
Do you remember anything?
No.
His face?
How tall he was?
No.
I just
I just heard
his voice saying,
"You *** have ruined
my neighborhood.
"
You know,
I know self defense.
I could have
I could have grabbed
some of his hair for DNA,
or scratched him, or
Hey, this is
not your fault.
(SlGHS)
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
BENSON: What's wrong?
He took my BlackBerry.
Names and addresses
of every member
of LesBeStrong.
I need to see Babs.
Rosemary, you need to
just stay calm, okay.
I'm right here, honey.
I told you to stay outside.
You also said
Sharon was guilty.
Babs, he had
a message for you.
He said,
"Tell that ***, Babs Duffy,
I'm coming for her next.
"
I'm not going
into hiding.
It's for your own safety.
Protective custody.
It's a good kind of PC.
Read my perfectly
glossed lips.
I don't run.
And if this ***
finds you, and rapes you,
and, God forbid, kills you,
then what are your
supporters like Rosemary
going to do, huh?
And what is LesBeStrong
going to accomplish without
Babs Duffy at the helm?
Let me guess.
No phone calls,
no texting, no tweeting.
Stuck in some
flea bag motel.
You're going
to love it.
Fine, but only
at my place.
Babs, he knows
where you live.
And you'll be right there
to hold my hand.
We said no lnternet.
Hey, hey, hey,
I have a blog to report.
There's a rally tomorrow.
Until we catch this guy,
it's canceled.
(SlGHS)
And no secret
tweeting either.
Fine.
Take it.
I'm going crazy
in here.
Try to relax away
from the window, please.
That's just it.
I never relax,
all right.
I've always got to
be doing something.
Planning,
or picketing,
or marching.
Why don't you
take this opportunity
to have a moment alone?
Try to get your
head together.
Because I don't
do alone very well.
I don't like sitting
here while that prick
is out there
attacking my sisters.
Babs, don't worry.
Nothing pisses off
my partner more than
somebody targeting women.
He is going to
catch this guy.
(SCOFFS) Well, he has
the hots for you, you know.
Excuse me?
Stabler.
(SCOFFS)
No.
No, that's never
going to happen.
So you've been
on the front line
for a long time.
Marched through tear
gas for that rally.
That was a three day sit-in.
That's why this feels
so weird for me.
I should be out there
kicking people's ***.
Not in here hiding.
Feeling
Scared?
Petrified.
I know that it's hard,
but you're going
to get through this.
You promise? 'Cause
I don't do this every day.
Not like you do.
I promise.
Okay? Come on.
Let's get
something to eat, okay?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Now that's not on the menu.
Is it me?
No.
No, it's me.
I'm
Babs, I'm flattered.
I'm just also straight.
Oh!
Come on.
I mean,
the job, and the gun,
and the attitude.
You're like Ellen,
Joan Crawford,
and Calamity Jane
all rolled into one.
(CHUCKLES)
If you can balance
a checkbook,
I'll throw in Suze Orman.
Look, believe me.
I know how difficult
it can be.
The conflicted feelings,
but the heart wants
what the heart wants.
(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)
Benson,
it's Delgado.
That's my shift change.
Babs, you hang in
there, okay?
I'm going to check
in on you tomorrow.
Goodnight.
How is it going,
Olivia?
If I were you,
I'd stay outside.
STABLER: How's Babs?
She's Babs.
Oh, yeah.
My condolences.
So I got the security
footage from the building
where Rosemary was ***.
At 3:22 p.
m.
,
the perp drags
her inside.
the perp leaves.
BENSON: What's that
on his hand? A tattoo?
Yeah, I have Morales
trying to clean it up.
(GRUNTS)
Hey.
El, can l
ask you something?
Yeah.
Do you ever get
a gay vibe from me?
Would it matter if I did?
(PHONE RlNGlNG)
You're not
answering
the question.
Well, it's not like
you've had a lot
of luck with guys.
It's called being
married to the job.
Did Babs make
a move on you?
Olivia Benson.
I get hit,
and you get hit on.
And our perp gets shot.
(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)
DELGADO: It was a little
after 10:00, and Miss Duffy
had gone to bed.
I was doing a walk-around
of the building
when I saw movement up on
that fire escape outside
Miss Duffy's bedroom.
BENSON: The guy was
trying to break in.
Yes, ma'am.
I yelled
for the suspect
to show his hands.
He turned around
holding this.
STABLER: A tire iron.
That would put a dent
in Babs' skull probably.
Fired one shot.
He fell.
Got knocked out
on the way down.
Good work.
Babs.
You okay?
She's still shaken up.
At least now, it's over.
Out of my way!
Let me through.
Not over yet.
Liv? Sharon?
Keep them away from me!
You killed Alisa!
A single GSW
to the left buttock.
Mild concussion
from the fall.
Cuts and bruises
from crowd assault.
So he's going to be
sore when he wakes up.
Yeah, and ready
for questioning.
You know, Doc,
it would be a big help
if we could run his DNA,
you know, match him
to other attacks.
What do you say?
A quick buccal swab?
Oh, yeah.
Sure.
The moment I see a warrant.
Worth a shot.
Do you have that
security photo that
Morales cleaned up?
A spider.
No spider here.
This guy's not our perp.
So who the hell is he?
His personal effects
ought to tell us.
We have an lD.
Larry Luft,
And you're never
going to believe
how he knows Babs.
You think this
is my boyfriend?
Well, he's definitely
not our ***.
Detective Benson,
I don't know if you
recall last night,
but I'm gay.
Well, for a man-hating
lesbian, you seem awfully
cuddly with Larry Luft.
STABLER: Yeah, we dumped
Larry's cell phone.
Three-hundred and eighty
texts between you two
in the last month alone?
(SlGHlNG) Okay, Babs.
So now, it's time
to really be strong.
All right, look.
You think
I expected this to happen?
I still totally love women.
I met Larry at a rally
six months ago.
And now,
I have feelings for him, too.
The heart wants
what the heart wants.
I know.
I get it.
I feel
like a complete traitor.
I'm torn between
who I've always been
and who I'm becoming.
Okay, so this
ultra-militant
stance was, what,
just a cover so no one would
find out about the reverse
closet you were in?
No, it was never a cover.
I'll never stop fighting
for lesbians.
So last night,
he just came
to see you?
Yeah, I texted him
to stay away, but I guess
he was scared for me.
And so next thing you know,
he's on my fire escape.
With a tire iron.
Yeah, I sit out
there sometimes.
The window sticks.
Have you guys been
to the hospital?
I mean, is he
going to be okay?
Yeah,
he's out of the woods.
You're not, though.
My girls can't
find out about this.
They would see this
as the ultimate
betrayal, please.
Babs.
You're bisexual.
That's the truth.
They're going to
find out sometime.
By coming out again,
I'll get this
target off my back.
And you're going
to come out.
Big way.
ROSEMARY:
And LesBeStrong
will keep fighting
for the rights and the safety
of lesbians everywhere.
(ALL CHEERlNG)
Okay.
Okay.
Everybody, listen
See anybody who
might be our guy?
Not yet.
It's hard to see
with all these signs.
He'll be here.
Guy's obsessed that they're
ruining his neighborhood.
The real reason we are here
is to celebrate the capture
of the ***
and the woman
who made it happen.
The woman who makes
everything happen,
Babs Duffy.
(ALL CHEERlNG)
Thank you, Rosemary,
and to all of you for coming.
But I am sad to say
we may not be out
of the woods yet.
The man the police
caught last night
was not the one who's been
terrorizing our community.
(ALL MURMURlNG)
I have
I have some other news, too.
And you may not
want to hear it,
but it's important
that you hear it,
and it's important
that I say it.
(CLEARlNG THROAT)
I said the man
they caught outside
on my fire escape
was not the ***.
In fact,
he's someone I know,
someone I know well.
That man was
I'm in a relationship
with him.
WOMAN: What?
(ALL CHATTERlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY)
Babs, is this a joke?
No, it's not.
I have feelings for a man.
You betrayed me.
You betrayed all of us.
But that doesn't mean
I don't still love women.
I do.
It means I'm going
to fight for equality
for everyone.
Including bisexuals
like myself,
and gay men,
and transgendered people,
and straight people.
I will continue
to fight for everyone.
Equality for all!
WOMAN: We still
love you, Babs!
I've got him.
It's him.
It's the guy
from the print shop.
Liv? Stay with Babs.
Fin, it's the guy
with the beard
in the blue smock.
Police.
Stop.
FlN: Hey.
Not so fast.
Get off of me!
Get off of me!
Going somewhere, ***?
I didn't do anything!
Leave me alone!
Look, man, I ran
because I was scared.
I'm sure you were,
Mr.
Watley.
Because we finally
figured out that you were
the one raping lesbians.
I don't have anything
against lesbians.
So it's just a coincidence
that all the businesses
you filed complaints against
in your neighborhood
are owned
and operated by them?
New Light Bookstore,
Ruby Mae's Dry Cleaning,
Kitty Corner.
I didn't know they
were lesbian places.
Well, I bet you did,
Ronnie.
I bet that you sit
in the print shop
that your family
has owned for 50 years,
and you are watching them
move into your neighborhood,
taking it over, ruining it.
Look, you got it wrong, man.
I'm very supportive.
You want them out,
all of them.
Out of your neighborhood.
Out of your life.
The only thing I want
is you out of my face,
because you've got
the wrong guy.
Why isn't he
nailing him?
Well, Elliot is just
getting started.
With no DNA or victim lD,
I need Watley spilling
his guts on Stabler's shoes.
And we are
a hell of a long way
from that happening.
I have an idea
that just might
speed up the process.
So how will it look
when I search
your printing shop,
and I find the last
victim's BlackBerry?
Hi, boys.
Mind if I play?
Detective Benson,
I don't think you
should be in here.
Well, I don't need
to know what you think.
Detective,
I think it's too personal
for you to be in here.
Big girls don't cry,
Stabler.
Come on.
Just let me talk to him.
So remember me?
Yeah, you were
on stage today.
Uh-oh.
That makes me
one of them.
You must feel sick
to your stomach
having someone like me
so close to you.
I don't care.
If I was straight,
it wouldn't freak you out.
(LAUGHlNG) Of course,
if I was straight,
I wouldn't be
anywhere near you.
'Cause that's your problem,
isn't it, Ronnie?
Huh?
Don't get a lot
of girlie action.
That's none
of your business.
Well, come on.
I mean, you're not
very attractive.
You've got a crap job.
Stuck in that hot shop
all day down there
printing up
signs and invitations
for other people's fun.
And where you are,
that's lesbian parties,
lesbian weddings,
Iesbian blowouts
every single weekend
at Kitty Corner.
It's like everyone
in your little world
is out there
having a great time,
getting laid, except you.
Okay, you need
to shut up now.
Is that how it started?
Did you make
a move on one of us,
and we blew you off?
Because it's bad enough
that straight girls
look right through you.
And now, your hood
is full of lesbians,
and we're ignoring you, too.
Just get away from me.
So you sit down
there in your shop,
and you seethe.
And maybe screw up
one of their names
like you did with Babs
just to ***
the *** off.
No, that was a mistake.
Yeah, a mistake
just like all us
lesbians are a mistake.
Except the good news is
you know how to correct us.
You're wrong.
But you want
to make me right,
don't you, Ronnie?
Correct a *** like me.
Grab me off of my feet,
throw me onto that table,
and bend me all the way over.
Because you've got
everything you need
to make me a real woman
right between your legs.
And you'd love it.
Just like those
other two did.
Every moment of it.
Goodbye, Ronnie.
Oh, you ***!
You ***!
(BREATHlNG HEAVlLY)
You got him.
She got him.
One hell
of a performance,
I think.
Well, thank you
from all of us.
So are you still
speaking for the
community?
Really about a tenth of them,
but LesBeStrong will be back.
I'm opening the membership
to include everyone.
Making it a real
LGBTQlA organization.
Well, A is for allies,
so you can count us in.
Larry is not an ally.
Apparently, getting shot
kind of soured him on me.
Bullet in the ***
will do that.
But mostly thanks from me
for making me come clean
about who I really am.
It's a big relief,
right?
You have no idea.
And sorry about
that awkward lunge.
Um, I guess my gaydar
was a little off.
(CHUCKLES)
You are incredibly hot,
though.
No worries, Babs.
I'm sure we'll be
seeing you around.
Every time
we turn on the TV.
Okay, I guess I do
owe you an apology.
I was pretty
*** to you.
Right back at you.
Oh, Stabler,
one more thing.
Call me sometime.