Captain Sharon Raydor: There is a difference, you know, between being mentally ill and being emotionally injured.
Rusty Beck: I don't feel injured.
Captain Sharon Raydor: No, neither did I, but then I had to keep reliving the experience in depositions and in pretrial hearings and in court, because the justice system puts extraordinary pressure on witnesses. And it's so unfair, because the victim and the witnesses and the officers have to relive the crime again and again until they tell their story in open court, and even then you may not be done, because the trauma of being a witness can revisit you again and again, long after you thought it was over. And when one is subjected to that kind of pain, sometimes a doctor can help - but you're not in therapy. You're just being evaluated.
Lt. Louie Provenza: Eighty-five degrees in December! Sykes, why am I not sitting in front of my air conditioner?
Dr. Morales: Before I get into how I know your victim didn't have sex, there's something I need to tell you. When you guys can't wait for a prelim, I'm happy to oblige, but you texted me during the LA County Morgue's annual Christmas party, which we have to hold early because it's suicide season coming up. And so I'm a little tipsy.
Captain Sharon Raydor: Doctor, are we... are we putting you in a bad position?
Dr. Morales: No, I'll just repeat these tests I'm doing now tomorrow. We'll be good. Just don't expect my usual genius. Uh...
Captain Sharon Raydor: You were saying that the victim did not have sex.
Dr. Morales: Right. No spermicide from a condom. No blood. No fluid of any kind on your victim's body.
Lt. Andy Flynn: All the searches on Eric Riley were run by the same sheriff's deputy, Manuel Diaz. Hey, Sanchez, do you know this guy?
Detective Julio Sanchez: [donning a characature accent] Oh, yeah, right, because all us LA Latinos, we know each other, right, Flynn?... Oh, uh, I DO know him.
Captain Sharon Raydor: Did you ever contact him personally or drive by his house?
Detective Julio Sanchez: Manny, maybe you did the wrong thing for the right reason.
Captain Sharon Raydor: Let me reassure you, Deputy Diaz, I'm not the kind of person that likes to get bogged down in all the rules.
Mrs. Riley: What happened? What did you do?
Dr. Carl Riley: It was all starting again! There was going to be more girls, more accusations and more victims! I found him on our computer, talking to that girl! I confronted him! And do you know what Eric told me? To mind my own business!
Mrs. Riley: No! That is not my boy!
Dr. Carl Riley: Your boy was a monster, and he was on the verge of ruining all of us! How could you let him out of jail? How could you? You knew what he was! How could you?
Deputy Manuel Diaz: Let people judge whether Eric Riley was a victim or not.
Detective Julio Sanchez: That's crazy. He's dead. It's over.
Deputy Manuel Diaz: When you allow your daughter to date a monster, and she kills herself, it's never over. Never.
Rusty Beck: I don't see how feeling sorry for myself will change anything. It won't my mom back, it won't change what happened to me.
Dr. Joe Bowman: Pity is one thing. Sympathy is another. Forget about yourself for a second. Picture another 15-year old boy, walking through the zoo at Griffith Park, expecting to be picked up by his mom. Picture him waiting. Picture his panic as he begins to understand his mother's not showing up. Picture him with no resources, and no clothes and no food, and nothing but the knapsack that he was carrying with him, walking three miles back to the apartment where he'd been living, only to find one small suitcase, packed, and left behind. And himself alone. Can you picture that, Rusty?
Rusty Beck: Yeah. I can picture that. Yeah.
Dr. Joe Bowman: Anything you'd like to say to that boy?
Rusty Beck: I... I'd tell him that it wasn't his fault. And that even though he might have to do some bad things... though some bad things might happen to him... that he'd end up with people who cared about him.
Dr. Joe Bowman: So, you do have some sympathy for that boy?
Rusty Beck: Yeah, sure.
Dr. Joe Bowman: Okay... Okay. I was supposed to do a straight two days with you, but we had a little trouble getting started, so... fill out this paperwork, and, uh, I'll make some time for you right before Christmas, and we'll see if we can finish up.
Dr. Joe Bowman: [playing chess with Rusty] Just to make it interesting, why don't we say every time I take a piece off the board, I get to find out a little something about you?
Rusty Beck: Okay, fine.
[immediately pawn takes pawn]
Rusty Beck: Uh... Oh, come on. Did you just take that pawn so you could ask me a question?
Dr. Joe Bowman: I always play to win, even with 12-year-olds - and a deal's a deal.
Rusty Beck: Yeah. Yeah, especially around here. All right, all right. What kind of... way-too-personal question are you gonna ask?
Dr. Joe Bowman: Mmm... How's your day going?
Rusty Beck: I can take care of myself! Whatever your report says, I can take care of myself.
Dr. Joe Bowman: Well, I've read your file, and it indicates that you've found a way to survive through some pretty difficult circumstances.
Rusty Beck: Yeah.
Dr. Joe Bowman: But, I should also say I've met a lot of kids just like you who've had to take care of themselves, and I've yet to run across one who deserved to be doing that, and I'm not sure you understand. In taking care of yourself the way you did, you were subjected to a form of physical abuse that legally... we would call rape.
Rusty Beck: Rape? No, uh, I was... I was never raped. I charged people for what I... did. I solicited. I chose to do that.
Dr. Joe Bowman: And did you also choose to be left behind in L.A. when your mother drove off with her boyfriend? Did you choose to live on the streets when you were fifteen years old? And, if you didn't choose those things, would you describe taking care of yourself under those conditions as... as something you deserved?