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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.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

- [chuckles]

All right,
I will see you later.

[kisses]

both: Adios.

- I love you.
- Adios.

- Bye.
Bye, papi.

- Bye, sweetie.
- Adios, mi amor.

- Bye, sweetie.

Bye.

- I don't wanna go.

- Come on, Noah.
School is fun, right?

You got Teddy with you.
You're all good.

- Lucy wouldn't make me go.
I wish she was my mommy.

- What did you say?

- I wish Lucy
was my mommy.

- Well, kiddo, looks like
you're stuck with me.

[cell phone rings]

Hold on, babe.

Just give me a second.

Benson.

What?

Okay.
Yes?

Noah!

Watch out!
[tires screech]

[horn blares]

- [crying] Mommy!

- Noah.
It's okay, baby.

It's okay, sweetheart.

You're okay.

You're okay, my love.

You're okay.

Oh, honey.
You're okay.

[soft music]

*

- [grunts]

[tense music]

*

- Buenos dias, pendejo.

*

[cell phone rings]

- Benson.

Yes?

What?
Is he okay?

Uh, no.

Uh, no, I'm sure.

If Noah was bruised,

I definitely would have
noticed it.

Is he okay?
Is he in pain?

Okay, so maybe
it was another student.

Okay, well,
maybe he just fell.

[elevator dings]

[soft music]

*

Uh, I'm sorry.
I have to go.

- Guess what I caught.

A couple of snapper,
a sailfish,

and one fat-assed flounder.

- Damn.
- Bottom feeder, huh?

- Raped three women
that we know about,

and then he bolted
before we could arrest him.

- Most people just
call me Byron.

- Didn't I tell you
to shut your face?

The whole way home,
he's yapping about old times.

- Detective Benson.
How are you?

- A lot better now.

I hope.
- Yeah.

There he was just
strolling down the pier

in Havana.

Didn't even put up a fight.

- Okay.
Interrogation one.

- I look forward
to catching up.

*

Sand and sun.

Cuba.
What's not to like?

They should put that
on their travel posters.

- Oh, yeah.

You know, personally,
I find it morally reprehensible

that an American would give
a nickel to the Castros.

- The people, detective.

With all they've been through,
they still have hope and heart.

My wife, my child.

[laughs]
I'd show you photos, but--

- We're a little lacking
in heart at the moment.

- You never quite
understood me.

- I never wanted to.

- Did I tell you how much
I missed you, Detective Benson?

- It's Lieutenant.

- Good for you.

- You missed me so much,
maybe you shouldn't have run.

- Ah, well, when
the wanderlust strikes,

a man simply has no choice.

- And the three women
that you raped,

they didn't have
much choice, either.

- This is what makes
life worth living.

The verbal give and take,
the push and pull;

the heave and ho
keeps a man on his toes.

- Well, had you stuck around
for another 24 hours,

you'd know that
your DNA matches

all three victims.

- I've always had
a good sense of timing.

- I should wipe that smug
right off your face.

You shattered the lives
of three innocent human beings.

- And I suppose your
sanctimonious crap

fills their days...
- Okay.

- With sunshine and light!

Now, let me guess.

You sent them cards
on Christmas

for two years.
Three, tops.

But then you got
a little busy.

Who doesn't?

So you said to yourself,
"You know what?

"I'll make sure I hit
their birthdays this year.

They'll appreciate
that more."

But this and that came up.

A PBA conference here,
a co-op meeting there.

And these three devastated
human beings disappeared

from your thoughts
like a puff of smoke

in a windstorm.

What the hell?

The sun will
come up tomorrow,

and you'll have another victim
or two to empty

that goopy stuff you're pouring
out of your heart.

- You done?

- For now.

- 'Cause it seems like
you've really given that

a lot of thought.

- Well, thanks to you,
I've had a lot of time.

- So, we've got you cold,
Mr. Marks.

How about you confess, hmm?

Save us all
a lot of time?

- I suppose this is where
I ask for a lawyer.

- What happened to
the old heave and ho?

- Time and place, detective.
Time and place.

[dramatic music]

*

- Is there a
limitations problem?

- The rapes were forcible.
He used an eight-inch blade.

- He fled the jurisdiction

before the lab could test
his DNA.

- Are there any problems
with the arrest?

- I thought we were supposed
to be on the same team.

- Do you know how many
six-year-old cases dry up,

turn to dust,
and blow to the four corners

by a reasonably competent
defense attorney?

- Not this one.
- Okay.

So Byron Marks met his vics
at various farmers' markets.

He charmed them, he,
you know, carried their bags--

- Then the charming
son of a bitch

threatened to cut their
breasts off

if they didn't enjoy
their afternoon.

- Lovely.
Tell me how you caught him.

- I was on vacation
in Havana.

Marks didn't resist.

After I related his CV
to the local authorities,

they were happy to assist me
in bringing him home.

- You buying that?

- I am.

- I'll arraign the bastard.

Reopen the case.

*

- It was so long ago.

- Honestly, I thought
you would have, um,

reacted differently.

- I thought so too.

Maybe you shouldn't have,
I don't know,

gone to the trouble.

- Marks forced you to have sex
with him at knifepoint.

- Look, it's my problem,
and I'll live with it.

Just like I have to live
with everything every day.

I know I don't
mean much to people.

You know it too; it's why it
took you six years

to get around to my case.

- No, but we never
stopped looking for him.

- You shouldn't have
wasted your time.

- We can subpoena you.

- You know what, Joyce?

Thank you.
We'll be going now.

*

- Good shot, Khalil!

And his daddy played
junior college.

- Oh.
- He ran off.

I can't even blame him.

I mean,
if I were a man,

why would I wanna
be with someone--

- You were sexually assaulted
by an animal, Keesha.

That has nothing
to do with you.

- That's what the lady doctor
at the ER said.

That's what
Detective Benson said.

What you said.

Easy words to say,
but you all get

to go home at night.

The next day, you move on
to the next case.

Truth is, words are useless
without time.

A lot of time.

- We need you
to testify.

- No way that's
gonna happen.

Things are good
for me now.

I'm not gonna let
that man take up

any more of the time
I got left.

*

- Tell me that
doesn't piss you off.

We finally catch this prick,
and they tell us

that we wasted our time?

- Marks was one
of my first cases at SVU,

and he still--he still ranks
on my top ten despicable list.

- Makes him a lot scummier
than I thought.

- Yeah, and he was one of
the first stops

in this investigation,

and I...
I knock on his door,

and he invites me in,

and he makes me feel, like,
completely at home.

- Yeah, with the fake charm,
and the--

- No, but see, that's it.
It's not fake.

It's real.

I mean, he really
is that charming.

[laughs]

You know, he was so charming,

I could have invited him back

to meet mom and dad
after a high school dance.

Yeah, I could have been
one of those women.

I got a badge and a gun.

And still, that bastard changed

the way I look
at the world.

*

- Please don't tell me
he's dead.

- No, Karla.
We got him.

- Who's there?

- An early Christmas present.

- All right, in here?

- They're cops.
- Uh...

- They're here about that thing
I told you about.

The rape, baby.
They caught the bastard.

- Whoop-di-doo.

- Okay, so,
we are gonna reopen the case.

And, you know, Karla, with
your testimony, we really--

- Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

- No, no.
It's how it works, Frank.

Without the evidence,
they've got no case.

I am the case.

- Not anymore,
you're not.

- Excuse me, sir,
but this is not your decision.

- She's my wife.
That makes it my decision.

Like I'm gonna let her
embarrass us in front

of Mikey and Joe
and the guys?

- I want him in prison.

- And I don't
want you humiliated.

There were other girls, right?

- Right--
- And if so, go let them do it.

- Actually,
Karla's all we've got.

- You see, baby?

Those girls got their heads
screwed on right.

Nobody wants their name
in the paper,

their face on the news.

- But that's not
what we're talking about.

We're talking about
what's best for you, Karla.

I--I know what
you went through.

- Maybe he's right.

- Well, maybe the light
in the refrigerator

stays on when I shut the door,
but I wouldn't bet on it.

- Frank knows what's right.

- You can let
yourselves out.

*

- An oh-fer.

We'd have better luck starting
the Byron Marks fan club.

- Look, it's upsetting,
but it's not surprising.

- Yeah, I tried
to explain that to him.

- Look, I know. I'm sorry.
It's just, I'm Italian.

Revenge is one
of our three major food groups.

- Well, we've got the grand jury
testimony from six years ago.

- Right, and it's hearsay,
and it's worthless.

So let's let it sink in
for a couple of days,

and then I'll talk to them.

- Six years,
they've done all the thinking

they're gonna do.

- Looks like you shouldn't
have blown your vacation.

- How much fish can you eat?

- Fin.

Are you still sticking
to the coincidence story?

- No reason
to change it now.

- You know, I just find it
a little hard to believe,

that with all the police
and the FBI resources,

plus the U.S. Marshals,
that you happen to just stumble

upon Marks sitting
on a pier in Havana.

- I'd rather
be lucky than good.

- So what shocks me is that
he didn't put up a fight.

- I may have had a little help.

- Should I ask who?

- Better you don't.

- [sighs]

Karla.

*

Karla.

I'm surprised to see you.

- I'll testify.

- I thought your husband
said he didn't want--

- Screw him.

I want to nail
that son of a bitch.

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- Case ending 90056.

"People v. Marks, Byron T."

Charge is rape in the
first degree, one count.

- How do you plead?

- If I may, Your Honor.

Exactly which people
are we talking about?

I know that we're not
talking about me.

I just met Mr. Marks.

Can't be you.
That would be patently unfair.

- Very funny, Mr.--

- Dworkin, Randolph J.

I know Mr. Barba doesn't
much care for my client.

- Recall the case,
Mr. Goldberg.

This time with a little
more specificity.

- "The People of the State of
New York vs. Marks, Byron T."

- That's a lot of people.

Wow, you must be a real S.O.B.

- Can I assume your client
is pleading Not Guilty?

- Gee, I don't know.

With 20 million people
against him,

can they all be wrong?

- [whispers]
- What can I say?

My client is more
of a gambler than I am.

- Not Guilty,
Your Honor.

- The People request
the defendant be held

without bail.

- Mr. Dworkin?
- I don't know.

I'm still hung up on that
20 million people.

- You really should get
some new material, Mr. Dworkin.

This is merely
an arraignment.

- Do you oppose
the People's request

to hold your client
without bail?

- I oppose this
entire proceeding,

but I'll settle for
my client being released

on his own recognizance.

- He's a violent felon
who's already fled

the jurisdiction once.

- The People's request
is granted.

The defendant is remanded.

- Since when do you
come to an arraignment?

- I just wanted to make sure
it sticks this time.

What was that clown show
in there?

- Randy Dworkin's
anything but a clown.

- I never heard of him.

- That's because he spends most
of his time in Federal Court,

which is appropriate,

considering he clerked
for Scalia.

- So why would a guy like that
defend a scumbag

like Marks in state court?

- That's what worries me.

*

- So, he has a bruise.

He's a kid.

- Yeah, I'm just
following the rules.

- Of course,
but I'm--I'm sorry,

I thought we--I thought
we cleared this up yesterday.

- We did, but, um,
the school nurse

questioned Noah.

- Yes, and he said
that it was nothing.

- Actually, he didn't.

Look, there's no easy
way to say this,

Lieutenant Benson,

but Noah says
you gave him the bruises.

- I'm sorry?

Noah said that I
gave him the bruise--

I'm--I find that
a little hard to believe.

- Your job--
it must be stressful.

- Uh, yes.
It is, actually.

Very stressful.

And I don't see what that
has to do with anything.

- It's just that, you know,
stress can cause people

to act out physically.

- [sighs] Oh.

Wow.
Um, Mrs. Smiley, I'm--

I can assure you that
I am not one of those people.

This is a big misunderstanding
and a miscommunication.

- Well, tell me about
Noah's father, then.

- He is deceased.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

He does care a lot for Lucy.

- Yes, who is his nanny.

What's not to like?

Uh, please don't go where
I think you're going with this.

All I can say to you is that
this is a huge misunderstanding

and a huge mis--
miscommunication.

And--
and I--

- You're probably right.

I just had to
see it for myself.

- Yeah.

- I'm sure you understand.

- [laughs]

*

Oh, damn it.

- Maybe you've had
enough of that?

- It's not the caffeine.

- You need somebody
to listen?

- I can handle it.
I--

- Sure, you can,
but sometimes--

- Here.
I got it, thanks.

- You okay?

- I got called in
to Noah's school today

about this mysterious
bruise on his arm.

- Maybe he fell
off the swings.

- That's what I said,
but apparently Noah

told the school nurse
a different story.

- Noah said that you--

- Yeah.

I have no idea what's going on.

I don't know if he's mad,

if he's acting out, but...

- I'm sure it's nothing.

- Yeah, me too.
It's just so weird.

The whole time she's
asking me questions,

all I could think of is,

"I'm the one who
asks the questions."

- Hmm.

[soft music]

*

You know you're
a good mom, Liv.

So if anyone says different,
they'll have to answer to me.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Where's Fin?

- He's gone for the night.
Why?

- Well, I just found out why he
showed up at Marks' arraignment.

So, uh, Defense counsel,
the always entertaining

Randy Dworkin,
just filed a Motion

to dismiss the charges
against Byron Marks.

- Is it viable?
- I don't know.

Did Detective Tutuola kidnap
Mr. Marks or not?

- What if he did?

- We're screwed.

.

- The arresting officer traveled
to another sovereign country,

invaded its sovereign borders,
and grabbed up a resident

in violation
of its sovereign laws.

- Counsel failed to mention
that the resident in question

is a serial rapist.

- I don't know that.
You don't know that.

Nobody knows what he is
until 12 ordinary citizens

sitting in that box tell us.

- Great, so let them tell us.
That's what we want, a trial.

- Aha, there's the rub.

Tell me,
how can an indisputably

illegal act performed
in another country

by an American police officer
magically give birth

to a valid trial here?

If Detective Tutuola did
what he did in New Jersey--

or Brooklyn, even--
it would be considered

an illegal arrest,
and the entire mess

would be tossed.

- You're saying I should
put Detective Tutuola on trial?

- No, Your Honor.
I'm saying this court

doesn't have jurisdiction
to hear this case at all.

- Mr. Dworkin's heartfelt
argument notwithstanding,

the Ker-Frisbie line of cases
holds that the manner in which

a person is brought into
a jurisdiction is irrelevant

as to whether the court
has the power to try him.

- I see your Ker-Frisbie
line of cases,

and raise you one
"US v. Toscanino,"

which held that the court should
divest itself of jurisdiction

following an illegal capture
on foreign soil.

- If the defendant was tortured
before being brought home.

- As to that,
I'll hear testimony tomorrow.

- I was rougher
picking up token suckers

when I was back in uniform.

I did not torture Marks.

- It's a
"he-said, you-said."

- I'm a credible guy.
- Let's hope so.

- Just so I'm sure of this,

it doesn't matter how illegal
the arrest was?

- Go figure.

Truth is, I had no idea either

until I cracked
the books last night.

- Next time,

you'd better tell me before
you pull something like this.

- I didn't know
it was legal.

- Well, that's comforting.

- Come on, Liv.
This is Byron Marks, okay?

I could live with
a little mud on my face.

- But I can't.

While I'm sitting
in the big office,

we do things the right way,
the legal way.

- Like you didn't want Marks
as much as I did.

[soft music]

- We screwed up
the first time, didn't we?

We waited too long
to arrest him.

And now, I need to go home

and teach my son
that lying is a bad thing.

Okay.

Sweetheart, does that--

does that hurt you?

- No.

- No? Good.

So, Noah,
I saw Ms. Smiley today.

And she said that you told
the school nurse

that I gave you that bruise.

- She asked.

- Noah, we talked about
telling the truth, remember?

- I did tell the truth.

- I gave you that?

- Yeah.
- When?

- When the taxi
almost hit me, remember?

- Oh, my gosh.

Honey, I forgot.
I forgot.

Oh, sweet boy.

I'm so sorry.

Come on.
Let's get you to bed.

Head up.

Oh, there you go, sweet boy.

*

Listen, you did
the right thing, Noah.

But if anybody asks you
about that bruise,

you tell them what happened.

But you gotta tell them
the whole story, okay?

- Okay.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

- Good night.

Good night, sweet boy.

- It was in the morning.
It was Tuesday.

I didn't have to be at work
until 10:00.

- And what kind of work
do you do, Mr. Marks?

- I tutor English.

- That's admirable.
- Objection.

- I'll sustain it.

- So, what did you
do before work?

- I kissed my wife
and daughter good-bye.

- Are they Americans too?

- No, sir.
They're Cuban.

- Then what did you do?

- I went to a local café.

When I left,
I was grabbed by two men.

They pushed me into
the back of a van.

Detective Tutuola
was waiting inside.

He put cuffs on me.

We drove someplace,

and they left me in the back

of the van for four hours.

- And you're claiming
that's torture?

- It was over 100 degrees
that day.

I was dripping.
I couldn't breathe.

I was nauseous.

I think I passed out
several times.

- When I interviewed
the defendant six years ago,

I learned he was
a jazz fanatic.

He was into a sax player
called Walter Smith.

He said he was
the next Coltrane.

Yeah, so I checked him out.

I would go to Smith's website
every now and then

to check the comments.

- Hoping Mr. Marks
would write in?

- Yeah, I took a shot.

A couple weeks ago,
somebody wrote in saying

that Smith improvised
as well as Coltrane.

It was signed,
"B from Havana."

- And you thought
it was Mr. Marks?

- It was.

So I went down there,
and I found him.

And I put him in
the back of a van

until I was able to convince
the local cops

that I was who I was
and he was who he was.

- So you didn't
torture him?

- No.

- All right.

- If, in the course
of your job,

you found a dog sitting in
a car on a 100 degree day,

what would you do?

- I'd break the glass
and let him out.

- Would you arrest
the owner?

- That's my job.

- For animal cruelty?
- Yeah.

- So we've decided as a society
that it would be cruel

to keep a dog in a hot car.

But you decided on your own
that it's okay to keep a man

in one for four hours.

- I checked on that van
every now and then.

He never once
asked to get out.

- Could be because
he was unconscious.

*

- Although I don't approve
of Detective Tutuola's tactics,

I don't think they've reached
the level of torture

as defined by the
Second Circuit in Toscanino.

So therefore,
the trial of Mr. Marks

will proceed forthwith

unless anyone
has any more motions.

- As a matter of fact,
Your Honor.

Mr. Formosa is from
the Cuba Permanent Mission

at the U.N.

- Your Honor, on behalf
of the Cuban government,

I object to agents
of your government

violating our borders
and our laws.

I demand that Mr. Marks be
turned over to my custody

to be returned
to Cuba immediately.

- Looks like we've got
a political question

on our hands, Judge.

Don't take this personally,

but you're not competent
to hear it.

No judge is.

- Well, not before lunch,
I'm not.

*

- Barba told me
what's going on.

You know what
Frankie said?

He said,
"What did I expect?

The cops don't care.
Why should I?"

- Hold on, Karla.
You know that that's not true.

- You told me closure's
a good thing.

That it helps
the healing process.

- It is.

- Well, seeing Byron Marks
go to jail--

what better closure is that?

- Fine.

Come on, why don't
we have a seat?

Karla, you're not--
you're not the same person

that you were the last time
I saw you.

Last time, all you talked about
was running away.

- Well, maybe I was
on to something.

- Look, you didn't
let this stop you.

You got married--

- Yeah, chalk one
up for me.

So whether or not Marks
even has a trial,

it's up to
the politicians?

- Unless your testimony
sways the judge.

- I don't understand.

Why in the world would Cuba
want Byron Marks back?

- Because it enjoys
being a thorn in our side.

Once politics intrudes
on the law,

then nothing makes sense.

For Cuba to have standing,
it must show harm

to one of its citizens.

Tomorrow, Byron's wife
is going to testify.

We need you, Karla.

- You know,

Frankie may not be
a Rhode's Scholar,

but sometimes
he's not that stupid.

*

- I met Byron five years ago.

He came into my store.

- What kind of store?

- We sell
knitting materials.

Mi tia owns it.

We went to lunch.

Byron was polite and kind.

We went to lunch
every day for weeks.

And we fell in love.

Then we got married.

It's wrong what
your policeman did.

If you don't let
Byron return home,

it will destroy Teresa.

- Who is Teresa, Elana?

- Our daughter.

She's only four years old.

I don't see why
you're doing this to us.

- Thank you, Mrs. Marks.
We can finish tomorrow.

- In light of the
present circumstances,

I request that
the defendant be released

on his own recognizance.
- That is ridiculous.

The man has raped
three women.

- Then why have you only
charged him with one count?

Perhaps Karla Wyatt's
testimony doesn't pass

the smell test, either.

Perhaps you should
reconsider this whole thing.

- The People request that Mr.
Marks be remanded to custody.

- If this court isn't
competent to hear this case,

it's certainly not competent
to incarcerate the defendant,

even if it's just over night.

- I'll release him into
your custody, Mr. Dworkin.

But the two of you better
show up here in the morning.

- That's... fine.

*

You did great.
You did great, honey.

Great.
I love you.

- I want him followed.

- I'm on it.

- You've done enough damage,
don't you think?

Stick with Marks until
your partners can take over.

I'm afraid His Honor
doesn't want to be the cause

of an international incident.

My guess,
this time tomorrow,

.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

*

- Lost eyes.

*

- I got him.

It's, uh--
It's outrageous,

allowing a governmental
kidnapping in another country.

It violates every tenet
of international law

protecting human rights.

- You know, maybe if Fin
grabbed up a polar bear.

But a guy like Byron Marks,

you could drag him by
his hair over a street

of rusty razor blades,
for all I care.

As long as he
ends up in Sing Sing.

Marks is on the move.
Alone.

- He's had four cups of coffee.
I'd be moving too.

[sighs]

All right, what is to stop
Raúl Castro

from sending a Federale here
to kidnap Fin?

- You're driving me nuts
with this.

Carisi, look, I know
you went to law school,

but when you're with me,

can you please
just be a cop, okay?

- Either there's
a line at the urinal,

or something's up.

- Yeah.

*

- This is harassment!

- Yeah, it's gonna be a lot
worse if he's not back there.

*

- [groans]

*

- We've got JFK
and LaGuardia covered.

- Okay. Newark?

- Done.
- Buses? Trains?

- Done.

He doesn't have
his passport, Liv,

so he can't leave
the country.

- So where the hell is he?

[phone beeping]

Come on, Karla.
Answer the phone.

Answer the phone.

*

Karla?

It's me, Olivia Benson.

*

Karla...

- Go away, Olivia.

- Karla, you know
I can't do that.

So I need you to
give me that gun, okay?

- Women.

- You think this is funny?

- Karla, now you know that this
is not gonna end well, okay?

I don't want to see you spending
the rest of your life in prison.

- What do you think I've been
living in the last six years?

Every morning I brush my teeth,
I see this.

Every time
I brush my hair--

- Karla, let's think
this through; let's be smart.

- I want him to feel
a little bit of what I felt.

- I know, I know.
- I wasn't gonna hurt you.

I just--I wanted to tell you
about my wife and my daughter.

I just wanted to say how sorry
I was and ask you not

to testify against me tomorrow.

- And you think I should just
let you go back to Cuba

like nothing happened?

- Karla.
Karla, look at me.

Come on.
Let's think this through, okay?

I want you to point
the gun at me, Karla.

Point the gun at me.

- I don't want him
to go back to Cuba, Olivia.

- I understand that,
but point it at me.

- With his wife
and daughter.

What do I get?

*

Stand up!

- Okay.

- Do you remember what you made
me do before you cut my face?

Do you remember--

- I don't remember.
I don't remember.

- You made me beg.

- Easy.

- Get down on your knees.

Now, or I'll kill you
where you stand.

- No, Karla, you won't.
- I'm gonna do it, Olivia.

So you should just
walk out the door.

- You know that
I can't do that.

- It'll just take two minutes.
Who's gonna know?

- I will.

*

- Now, I want you to beg
for me to shoot you.

*

- Karla.

You know that I will
arrest you if you do this.

Do you understand that?

*

- Beg.

- Please shoot me.
- You call that begging?

*

- Please shoot me.

- Karla.
- He took my life.

I bought three tangerines and
two apples and a watermelon,

and he took my life.

*

- Karla, that's gonna feel
good for maybe a day.

For maybe--maybe a week.

But the difference is, Karla,
this time,

the hurt's gonna come back.

And you are gonna
be behind bars, okay?

- [sobs] No.

- I'm gonna take
this gun, honey.

I'm gonna take
this gun from you.

I'm gonna take the gun.

I'm gonna take the gun.

I'm gonna take the gun.

[gunshot]

Get on the floor!
Get on your stomach now!

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Hands behind your back now!

- [crying]

- You're okay.

.

- Did she at least think
he was going to assault her?

- No.

- Did he break in?

- He was already inside
by the time that I got there.

So I'll take Karla's statement
first thing in the morning.

We'll keep him overnight for
attempted witness tampering.

At least that way we can be sure
that he'll be in court tomorrow.

- If only to file false
imprisonment charges.

- Yeah.

- What the hell,

maybe you should have
let her shoot him.

That was a joke.

- I told her to point
a loaded gun at me.

I have a kid, Raphael.

What was I thinking?

- Anyway...

- Is there any way to convince
a judge

that this is not
a political question?

- A young naive Cuban mommy
crying on the stand

because the father of her
baby was taken away

by the big bad
U.S. government?

[soft music]

*

Where are you going?

- To take
Karla's statement.

*

- He took me from behind.

He bent me over the table.

I saw the blood from my cheek

just pooling on the placemat
under my head.

I tried counting crumbs

from the slice of toast
I had for breakfast.

And I'd get to seven or eight.

I would just lose count
and start over again.

- This is completely
out of line.

- And if you don't want
to hear it, Mr. Dworkin,

you're welcome to leave.

- That can't be Byron.

- Oh, it was Byron.

He wanted me to beg him
to do it harder,

but I couldn't speak,
so he held the knife

to my throat.

All I could think of was that
my mom called that morning,

and I didn't pick up the phone.

And now I was gonna die.

- Karla, if you can,

tell her what he did
when he was done with you.

- After it was over,

he just let me
drop to the ground.

And before he left,

he...

He just pissed on me.

- Come on.
Elana, let's go.

- We have his DNA.

So he's done
the exact same thing

to at least two other women.

*

So you have a young daughter.

What's her name?
- Teresa.

- That's a pretty name.

- She's four.
She just started school.

- Ah, my son just
started school as well.

His name is Noah.

He--he insisted on bringing

his stuffed bear
with him to school

because he didn't want Teddy
to be scared while he was away.

- Teresa has a little doll.

Maria.

She used her allowance
to buy Maria a dress

because Maria wants to be pretty
at Teresa's birthday party.

*

- Look, this is
all very interesting,

but we have to be in court.

- Elana, do you really want
somebody like Byron Marks

raising your daughter, Teresa?

He rapes women,
and then he urinates on them

so they'll know how
disgusted they make him.

- Let's go.

- No!

What if I don't want Byron
to come back home?

What if I want to change
what I said in court?

- That's okay. You can.

All you have to do
is tell the truth.

*

- [speaking Spanish]

- If Cuba loses standing
to assert its claim,

our attorney will withdraw
its motion.

- Is my husband
going in jail?

- Your husband is gonna pay

for what he did to Karla
and the other women.

- I can go home now?

- I'll get you on a plane.

- I suppose you'd
be willing to talk?

- As long as he
does double digits.

And the first one is 2.

- Yeah.
- Meet me in my office.

- [groans]

Thank you.

- That was all you, Karla.

You did that.

- That closure you talk about,

when does that start?

- [laughs]

You're gonna be good.

That I can promise you.

*

Who wants ice cream?

- I do!

Can I have strawberry?

- You finished all
the strawberry, remember?

All we have is vanilla.

- Is there syrup?

- You finished all the syrup,
too, Noah.

[knock on door]

Did you invite
somebody over?

- Nope.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Then who is it?

Wow.

Hello.

- Hey, Liv.

- This is a surprise.
- Yeah.

I was in--I was in
the neighborhood.

I figured you owe me
a cup of coffee.

- Oh, I do, but unfortunately

now is, uh,

is not a great time.

- Oh.

- But how are you?

I heard you moved
to Florida.

- Yeah.
Can you believe that?

- How's that early bird
special treating you?

- Oh, that's funny.
That's good stuff, Liv.

I don't know, you know,
truth be told,

after hitting a dozen balls
into the lake on the 16th

in Forest Park,
I realized that, um,

retirement was not my thing.

You know?
- I get it.

- Yeah, I knew you would.

The DA's office, they were
looking for an investigator.

So, uh--
ta-dah.

- Good for you.
- Yeah.

On the job six weeks, and I
caught a child abuse case.

- Oh.
- And, uh,

SVU had to
recuse themselves.

- That's odd.

- Yeah, actually, uh,
not really, Liv.

We're investigating you.

*