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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]

[timer clicking]

["Liebestod" playing]

[water running]

[door closes]

[clock ticking]

[suspenseful music]

*

[clock ticking]

*

[clock ticking]

*

- Pass me the toothbrush
and the towel.

- [shaky breathing]

*

- Now, I want you to count
backwards from 60,

and don't come out
until you reach the end.

[door closes]

- [weakly]
60, 59...

58...

[clock ticking]
57...

["Liebestod" stops]

*

*

[clock ticking]

[clock dings]
[cell phone buzzes]

- Hey, Jen.

What? No, no, no,
are you kidding?

No, I asked you to walk her
at nine this morning.

Yeah, okay.
Thanks a lot.

- What's up?
- It's my dog-walker.

Franny just peed
on my new shag carpet.

- That dog pees more than my
diabetic granddaddy.

- You got a granddaddy
that's still alive?

- Grandpa Iggy Tutuola.

95, healthy as a horse.

- Except for the diabetes.

- Where I'm from, diabetes is
like a head cold.

- Okay, well I really want to
go save my carpet.

When Liv gets in--
- Go, go, we got you covered.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

- Is this Special Victims?

- It is.
How can we help you?

- My name is Savannah Ross.

I was raped.

*

- This is all pro forma.
Just think of it as--

- A conversation?

If I had quarter for every time
I've used that line.

- Hey, it's not like
I'm enjoying this--

- Oh, I feel bad for you,
Michelle.

My son almost got hit
by a cab.

I grabbed his arm like
any mother would.

And the next thing I know
Mary Poppins is reporting me

to Albany and now
I got a DA's Investigator

picking through my life looking
for some hidden treasure

like it's out
of a Cracker Jack box.

Okay, so excuse me
if I'm little testy.

- And if this was another mom,

would you object to this
inquiry as vociferously?

- Look, just ask the big
question, Michelle, okay?

So I can answer it
and we can both go home, okay?

- Have you been physically
abusing your son?

- No.

- Noah told me you work
too much.

- Show me another five year old
on the planet...

who would say differently.

- Tell me about Dr. Lindstrom.

[tense music]

*

- Mm-mm.

- You saw a shrink.
I gotta ask.

*

- I was kidnapped by
a psychopath.

I was held hostage,
I was tortured...

[inhales]

and he threatened to do
God knows what else.

- Everybody deals
with severe trauma differently.

Did you feel Dr. Lindstrom
helped you?

- I'm here about a black
and blue mark on my son's arm.

- You're right, and it's
probably nothing.

- But--
- Please, save it, Michelle.

I know the drill.

[emotional]
Okay?

Try to make the interviewee
feel comfortable,

make her think that your
interests are aligned...

- Cards on the table?

- Please.

- Fine.

**

When they found William Lewis,

you'd beaten him to
a bloody pulp with a bed rod.

*

- But what I realized...

when I finally got
to the other side

when I knew that I was
going to live,

when I knew that I was
going to be okay,

was that I wanted more,

more than the job,
more than a relationship.

The reason that I fought
so hard to stay alive...

[crying]
was for Noah.

And I hadn't even met him yet.

So if you want to know
what I'm guilty of,

I'm guilty
of being distracted.

I'm guilty.
I was on the phone.

And I took my eyes
off that boy for one second.

That's what I did wrong.

[cell phone buzzing]

Yeah, Fin.

Are we almost done?

- For now.

- I'll be right there.

[dramatic music]

*

.

- He put on music.

Some kind of opera
or something.

He brought it himself.

He said that
he didn't speak German,

but it was a song
about two lovers

who could only be together
after they both were dead.

- Can you describe
what he looked like?

- I never actually
saw his face.

- Do you remember anything
about his voice, maybe?

Or smell?
A tattoo?

- I'm sorry.
- Okay.

Well, you know, we should get
you to the hospital.

- Why?

- Well, there's this thing
called a rape kit.

It helps the doctors look for
traces of your attacker's DNA.

- He made me shower...
for a long time.

And I heard a ticking...

like a timer.

I really don't think that
they're going to find anything.

- Well, you'd be surprised.

- It wasn't my only shower.

- How many?

- Every day.

- When did this rape take
place, Savannah?

- Two weeks ago.
Tuesday.

- Prick could be
in Kansas City by now.

- Not that he had
much reason to run.

- Before he left...

He said that I should get
the lock on my window fixed.

That's how he got in.

He didn't want anyone
to break in and hurt me.

- Okay, Savannah,
can you try and remember.

Maybe you did get
a quick look at him?

- I did.

- What did he look like?

- Prince Charming.

- So he was cute?

- No, the mask he wore.

It was part of one of those

Prince Charming
Halloween costumes.

[tense music]

*

- Something like...

Like this?

- Yeah.

- So what color was his hair?
Maybe--

- What have we got?

- Savannah Ross.
She's 20 years old.

She was raped two weeks ago

in her apartment
by Prince Charming.

- He wore a Halloween mask.

- I thought...

- Everything okay, Liv?
- Why did you wait so long

to come forward about
the rape, Savannah?

- He took my ID.

He said if I told anyone what
happened, he'd be back--

- Okay. Well you know what,
it's a good thing

you came in, okay?

We can protect you now.

- Okay, so how many companies
make Prince Charming masks?

And how many stores sell them?

- We're on it.

- Now what?

- Now we investigate.

- I can't go back
to my apartment.

- Right, but CSU will be down
there in a couple of hours--

- No, I mean, ever.

Um, I read online
that sometimes

rape victims are
given housing vouchers...

- Yes, Sacred Haven, yeah.

I can talk to my boss,
but in the mean--

- I can't go back.
[crying]

Please, please don't make me.

- Hey, hey...

Hey...

- Liv,

there's six Halloween stores
within a ten-mile radius

of Savannah's apartment.

Over 5,000 of those
costumes have been sold.

- Yeah, and that's
just the brick and mortar.

- Okay, so take a picture
of this mask

to Savannah's building.
See if any of the neighbors

saw him lurking around
before he broke in.

*

- Savannah said
the perp entered

through her bedroom window.

She fixed her lock.
That was a teachable moment.

- She's behind
on all of her bills.

Most of these credit card
statements are final notices.

- That's what
your 20's are for,

racking up credit debt.

- Not me, I never paid a bill
late in my life.

Not even then.

- What? You couldn't handle
all the Hail Marys?

- God nothing to do with it.

I wanted to finance a Mustang.

Bad credit, I would have been
dead in the water.

- This is where he was hiding.

- Hey, Fin,
come check this out.

[radio chatter]

She chronicles
her every move.

- She has over
2,000 Facebook friends.

Maybe one of them
considers himself Charming.

- This photo was taken Tuesday
the 12th at 11:00 pm.

Savannah told us the rape
happened at 9:00 pm.

So she goes out drinking
with her friends

two hours
after she was raped?

- I know that guy's T-shirt.

It's from a company called
"Pick-Up Kings."

It's where tools teach
other tools

how to bed a different
chick every night of the week.

- So, the number on
the shirt...?

- Those are notches
in his belt.

[mouse click]

- Nick Collins.

- 160, huh?

Must've had a good week.

- I don't brag.

- Yeah? What do you call
that then?

- A sales tool. Would you pay
someone to teach you

how to spice up your sex life
who could count...

- Do not say conquests.

- ...his successful dates
on one hand?

- What's your secret?

- That'll cost you.

- Okay, you want to call
Consumer Fraud or should I?

- Fine.
Look at me.

What do you see?

A little bit of Brad Pitt's
younger brother, right?

Around the eyes.

- Yeah, if I had one too many
and the lights were out.

- Bottom line, it works.

- So, did you use that Brad
Pitt bull on Savannah Ross?

Or did you just go straight
to the rape?

- Rape? What?

- Before you met her
for drinks.

- She's like my kid sister.
There's no way I'd ever...

Is she okay?
- Well, I got three sisters

and you never see me touching
any of them like that.

- You're kidding, man,
like we never even hooked up.

I'll tell you
who you should talk to.

Some dude who shops at her
store's been creeping her out.

She told me one time
he showed up

at her apartment,
unannounced, with flowers.

*

- Excuse me, you the manager?
- Yeah.

- I'm Detective Tutuola.

This is Detective Carisi.

- And we're here to talk
about Savannah Ross.

- Tell me you guys caught
the bastard who raped her.

- Whoa, whoa.
She told you she was raped?

- She showed up late,
second time this month.

So, I fired her.

Millennials.

They'll walk all over you if
you let them, you know.

So...well...

She burst into tears,
she told me the reason

she was late was
because she was raped.

That's why I took her
to the cops myself.

- Hold on, let me get
this straight.

She already reported the rape
to the police?

- Isn't that what I just said?

I took her right to the 21st
Precinct around the corner.

- Somehow she managed
to forgot to tell us that.

[tense music]

- Yeah, from the grocery
store, her boss brought her in.

- Yeah, you're supposed
to call us.

- I would have if she hadn't
made the whole thing up.

I did you guys a favor.

- Okay, a favor would have been
letting us interview her,

do a rape kit
before two week passed.

- She always this pleasant?
- Hey, you want to find out?

- Why don't you just tell us
what happened?

- Look, a girl comes in,
hungover.

The whole time she's telling me

what went down she's looking
back at her boss,

like she's checking to see
if he's listening.

- Yes, that's normal.

Because she'd just
went through

the most traumatic
experience of her life.

She doesn't need an audience.

- Believe me, I get it.
I have two daughters.

That's why I told her boss
to head back to the store

said I'd take it from there.

- What did she say?

- I had her go
over the details again.

Suddenly it's maybe
this happened.

Maybe he did this.

I pushed a little, like we do,

and that's when she said,

"maybe I dreamed
the whole thing."

- You're kidding.

- Her exact words.

I heard a lot of stories
on the job,

but that was
definitely a first.

- 'Cause maybe you pushed
too hard.

And maybe that's why you're
supposed to call us.

- I repeated my question,

"Were you raped or not?"

You know what she said?

She says, "I don't know what
I'll do if I lose this job."

[dramatic music]

.

- I wasn't ready to talk
about it.

Not there.
Not to that detective.

But my boss said I had to
report it.

- Well, he was right,
Savannah, you did.

- Like he knows
what it's like.

What's the difference?

You'll never understand
how I felt.

- So why don't you tell me?

- Um...

After it happened,
I didn't want to be alone.

That's why I went out
drinking with my friends.

And if that makes me a liar--

- It doesn't.

- Just feel so alone,
you know.

- What about family?
What about your parents?

- What about them?
Look at me.

Exhibit A...

All the wonders of the New York
City foster care system

in all its glory.

14 years, living in other
people's houses,

sleeping in
other people's beds...

You know what you pray
for most?

[somber music]

A new light bulb.

It's crazy, right?

But the other one kept
burning out

because I was too scared
to shut it off.

*

- I'm so sorry.

- You know what's worse
than being scared?

Being pitied.

Yeah.

I should have told you

that I already reported it
to other cops.

What's the point?

People like you don't believe
people like me.

*

- I believe you, Savannah.

I believe you.

*

- Savannah was raped
all right,

by the system.

Her parents are
both drug addicts

and all around dirt-bags.

It took them dying
to get her out of that house.

- When no living family member
wanted her,

she spent eight months at ACS

until they could find her
a willing foster home.

- She bounced from home
to home, a total of ten.

- Average foster kid
only sees five.

- Yeah, still,
there's nothing about her

being sexually abused
in here.

- Okay, well, false rape
accusations don't come

out of thin air.

- Except when they do.

- That's not how we work,
Amanda.

- I know we don't,
but Liv, come on.

- Lieutenant,
maybe there is a chance--

- What?

- Maybe she is stretching
the truth.

- 'Cause let me count the ways.

She told me that she didn't
tell anyone else

that she was raped.

She told her boss,
she told another detective.

- Mm-hmm.
- And if omissions count,

which they should, she
conveniently left out the part

about going partying
after the alleged assault.

And...the Prince Charming mask?

She's living out some
perverted fairy tale.

- Tracy Montgomery.

- That's what
I'm talking about.

- What?
- Who's that?

- Tracy Montgomery
was a cashier

who worked at a Chevron
station at a minimart.

She claimed
she was raped at gunpoint

by three guys
in the storage closet.

- Only the cash
register receipts...

showed she made six sales
during the time of that attack.

- So...I could have
blown it off.

And I probably should have
blown it off, but...

The bottom line is the truth

of what her two cousins
were doing to her

from the time she was
three years old,

was far worse than anything
she could have made up.

Sometimes girls like Tracy,
girls like Savannah,

need to make up fairy tales...

just to get through the day.

- Okay, we'll talk to some of
her other foster parents,

see if they remember anything
that's not in the file.

- Yeah.

*

- Yeah, I read a study
that said kids who participate

in garden projects
performed better

in scientific achievement
than kids who don't so...

- And magically a few extra
bucks from the state

appears in your pocket.

- [chuckles]
You caught me.

I mean look, I have five kids.

And they all hate the beets,
but it's what keeps me sane.

- Savannah Ross.
- Let me guess...

You guys busted her
for shoplifting a pack of gum

and suddenly
it's the store clerk

got a little handsy
with her?

- You don't trust her?

- Call me jaded, but that kid
put me through the ringer.

- How long was she with you?

- Three years.

She moved six months
before she turned 18.

- Well, what happened?

- Clark happened.

Her foster brother.

I came home early
from work one day

and found them
in bed together.

- She's almost 18.
- Yeah, so was Clark.

I mean, they apologized

from here to Walla Walla
and back again,

but I still had to report it
to Pamela, the social worker.

Pam thought it would be easier
to move Savannah.

- Savannah didn't like that?

- Look, one minute it was two
kids exploring their sexuality.

The next thing you know,

Savannah's crying
"forcible rape."

- Is there any chance
that she was telling the truth?

- There were text messages
back and forth between them

about their relationship.

When we confronted Savannah
about the texts,

She says, "Maybe I dreamt
the whole damn thing."

[chuckles]
That's what I thought too.

Look, eventually Savannah
admitted it was a hoax.

She just didn't want
to change schools

in the middle
of her senior year.

[door closes]

- We're being played, Liv.

- Amanda, there's
something there.

- Normally, I would agree
with you, but...

Savannah...

Look at her history.

Okay? This girl...

cried rape so that she
wouldn't lose her job.

She cried rape so that
she wouldn't have to leave

the foster home
that she liked,

and now because she can't
afford her apartment

that she's living in.

She played me

so that she'd have
a new place to live.

You're normally right
about these things,

and God knows I...

I trust your instincts.

But with this one,

this time I think...

- Hey, Lieutenant, we caught
a rape on the Upper West Side.

- Okay, uh, take Fin.
You and Fin.

- I think maybe...

- Maybe what, Amanda?
Just say it.

- I just...

Maybe...

Maybe your eyes aren't as clear
as they usually are.

I think with everything going
on with Noah...

I think...

You're seeing yourself...

As a little bit of a victim
right now, and it's making you

more likely to see Savannah
that way as well.

[tense music]

*

- So you can't stay here.

- Believe me,
I'm not surprised.

- I want to believe you,
Savannah.

- But I just have
one of those faces.

- No.

I was actually going to say...

that your story
doesn't quite add up.

- Well, gave it a shot, right?

- You know, I know
that you had it rough.

Couldn't have been easy
growing up in foster homes.

But a lot of kids grow up
in foster care.

And a lot of kids
have crappy lives.

- And a lot of them grow up
to run for Congress

or win Nobel Prizes
in physics--

- Exactly, because they stopped
seeing themselves as victims,

so they stop being victims.

Savannah, your life
is far from over.

- So I have to move back
to my apartment.

Is that it?

- You do.

*

I'm sorry.

- Not that it matters...

But I was telling the truth.

*

- Mom always returns my calls.

When she missed
her doctor's appointment,

I knew something was wrong.

I found her curled up
in bed in a ball.

- When did this happen?
- Two nights ago.

- Mrs. Burns, is there a reason
that you didn't call us?

- He took photos of me.

He said if I told anyone
he'd put them on the internet.

I didn't want
my grandchildren--

- Mom, it's okay.

- Mrs. Burns, what can you tell
us about the man who raped you?

- I didn't see his face.

He wore a mask.

He said he was
my Prince Charming.

[tense music]

[gasps]

That's it.

Oh, my God.

- You're saying he did this
before?

- Looks like.

.

- Take your time, Mrs. Burns.

- He was hiding in my closet
when I came home.

He played Wagner,
the "Liebestod"

from "Tristan and Is--Is--"

- The German opera?

- Yes.

He brought it
with him.

He said he wanted
to set the mood.

- Tell them what the sick
bastard did before he left.

- [whimpering]

He cleaned the filter
on my air conditioner.

He said that I could close
my windows at night.

He didn't want anyone
to break in and hurt me.

Then I had to shower
for 20 minutes.

Exactly.

He timed it.

[wheezing]

- Look here, Mom.

- [breathing slowly]

Then he made me
brush my teeth

and gargle with mouthwash.

- He's trying to get rid
of any traces of DNA.

- And that's why
he wore gloves.

- What about the bedding?

- He took it all.

And the towels too.

- Did you use your inhaler
when he was here?

*

- [crying]
When he was kissing me...

I started to wheeze, and...

I thought he'd get mad,
but he was nice.

He handed me my inhaler.
[sniffles]

And waited until
I caught my breath.

- Mom, he is a disgusting
animal who raped you.

He is not nice.

That psycho stole my mother's
diamond tennis bracelet.

It was a gift from my father
before he died.

- Do you have a photo
of that bracelet?

- That one right there.

- Was that the same inhaler
you used?

- Yes.

- But he--he wore gloves...

- Yeah, but he kissed her
before she used the inhaler.

Maybe some of his saliva
transferred from her lips

back on to it.

- Any luck?

- I knocked on Savannah's door.
No answer.

- Okay, I left a bunch
of messages for her.

So...she'll get back to us.

- Is this where
I get the lecture?

- No.

It was my decision.

- But I pushed you.

I was pretty relentless.
I was closed-minded.

- Hey, we got a DNA hit
on the inhaler.

It matches a hair
that was found

at the scene of a burglary

that happened in Brooklyn
last year.

- No rape?
- Right.

- Well it wouldn't be the first
time a perp changed lanes.

- The vic's name is Anne Speer.

- Okay, go talk to her.

*

- My coworker, Matt, and I
had to pull an all-nighter.

Instead of staying
at the office,

I invited him back
to my place.

Thank God I did.

Matt went straight
to the couch to set up.

I went into my bedroom
to change into sweats.

The guy must have hid in my
closet when heard me come in.

He grabbed me from behind.

I screamed.
Matt came rushing in.

He--they fought.

He picked up scissors
from the nightstand,

stabbed him in the leg.

- Savannah said he had
a bad scar on his left leg.

- Why is this coming up now?

- We think this guy might've
attacked two women after you.

- Attack? What kind of attack?

- Did you happen
to see his face?

- He wore a mask.

A black ski mask.

I told the regular cops
all this.

Did he rape them?

- You told them
it was a burglary.

- Well, there was a rash of
burglaries in the neighborhood.

I just assumed...

- Okay, is there anything else
you remember about this guy?

- It's crazy, but...

a week before,
I signed this petition

to "protect my reproductive
rights" outside of the bodega

down the street.

A few days later,
I was at the bodega.

The canvasser,
he remembered me by name.

- You think this was the same
guy in your apartment?

- I have no idea,

but the strange thing...

he was on crutches.

- Savannah, please
open the door, please.

Let me make this right.

- People don't believe me.

I just have one of those faces.

- No, that's absolutely
not true.

- You didn't believe me.

- Because I made a mistake.

And that is 100% my fault,
and I'm sorry.

- I can get you something.

I don't have coffee.

But I've got a box of cronuts.

It's not a croissant.

It's not a doughnut.

It doesn't know what it is.

Kind of like me.

- You are an incredibly strong
woman who was traumatized

by no fault of your own.

- Then whose fault was it?

My dad?

He was shanked in his cell
in Attica when I was two.

Mom?

She overdosed on crack
on the kitchen floor

when I was four.

- And I'm sorry.

[somber music]

I can't make any promises.

But I can tell you
that every single day...

we're getting closer
to the man who did this to you.

- [scoffs]
You don't have to lie.

- I would never do that.

*

The man who did this to you,
we think...

you may have signed
a petition of his.

- Sure.

I'm the jerk who does that.

- Have you signed one recently?

- I mean, there's always guys
outside of my gym.

Something about banning
puppy mills.

- I signed a petition
for art in inner city schools.

I'm a retired teacher.

- Where was that?

- Outside my bank.

The Friday
before I was attacked.

I had a hair appointment.
I was late.

Still, I enjoyed talking
to him.

He loved opera.

*

Oh, my God.

[sobbing]

- Do you remember
what he looked like?

- You never really look
at their faces.

- These canvassing companies
are all over the city.

Greenpeace, Solar Energy,

Community Outreach,
you name it.

- Guys, come on.

We have a serial rapist
out there.

You've got to narrow it down.

- And maybe we have, because
there's only three companies

with offices both in Manhattan
and Brooklyn.

- McMillian Enterprises,

Causey & Smith,
and the Cooper-Price Group.

- Yeah, but the Cooper-Price
Group is the only one

with open petitions
for female reproductive rights,

arts in the inner city,
and anti-puppy mills.

- Go.

[sighs]

- Hey, uh...

Liv, this might be
out of line--

- Yeah, second apologies
usually are.

- You and Cassidy...

- Yeah, what about him?

- I thought--look, you guys
ended pretty amicably?

- Yeah, it still is.

I mean--ended, I mean.

- But maybe not that amicably?

- Amanda, what are you
talking about?

- Let me explain what the hell
I'm talking about.

The other night I was having
drinks with--

with Mike Lasky--
- From the Two-Seven.

- Yes, except now
he's an investigator

at the DA's office,
and it turns out

it's the same division
that's investigating you.

- Okay.

If you want to pull strings,
I'm not interested,

but thank you very much.

- No, no.
No, Mike's...

not like that, I asked.

Anyway, after his fourth
Jameson, he tells me

that there never would have
been an investigation

if it weren't
for Brian Cassidy.

- What?

- I mean, that's all he'd say.

[dramatic music]

.

- Hey.

- Hey.

What the hell, Brian?

If you want to mess with me,
that's one thing, but my kid?

That's another story.

- Noah?
What are you talking about?

- What am I talking about?

You're gonna pretend
that you didn't talk

to Michelle whatever
from the DA's office?

- I-I work with her.
- Yeah.

- I talk to her every day--
- Yeah. About me.

- Would you slow down
for a second here?

All right?

Look, I...

We went and had drinks
after work, all right?

She was talking about how
tough it is having kids,

being on the job--
your name came up.

- And William Lewis?

Did his name just happen
to come up too?

About the fact that I was
kidnapped and assaulted?

And that makes me
a crappy mother, Brian?

- No, no, not at all.
I...

I told her how strong you were,

how--how you bounced back
after what happened.

How totally devoted
to your job--

- And how I needed a shrink!

- It's not like you ever wanted
to talk to me about it.

- Oh, my God.
- No, wait--just stop, stop.

Hey, come here, stop--
hey, stop it.

Relax.
I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.

Look, Liv, I told her how
you're the last person

that should ever be
under investigation, okay?

I told her what
a great mom you are.

- And how I almost killed
William Lewis?

[tense music]

*

Next time, Brian...

Don't help me.

*

- Damn it.

- We have over 30 canvassers
working at any given time.

They move all over the city.
I couldn't say.

- Did any of your canvassers
recently move

from the Brooklyn office
to this one?

- We get about five
new recruits a month.

- Who's this guy?

- Tom Williams.
One of ours.

Monica's entering
his signatures from last month.

- Same dude?

- Where is he?
Where's Tom right now?

- He worked the early shift.

Should have just left his post.

- When does he come here?

- End of the month.

That's when our guys
turn in their signatures.

- Okay, we're gonna need
his home address.

*

[pounding on door]

- Oh, yes?

- Sorry, we're looking
for Tom Williams.

- Tommy is my son.

- Oh, he is.
So--so he lives here, does he?

- Well, this is his home.

Where else would he live?

- Can we come in
and talk to Tommy?

- You could if he were here,

but I don't think he'll be long

if you care to come
in and wait.

- Thank you.

- I was just about to have some
tea, if you'd care to join me?

- No, we're good.

- Or I could always top it off

with a little brandy,
if you prefer?

- We have to turn that down
too, Mrs. Williams.

To tell you the truth,
we're police.

- Well... [chuckles]

I never imagined that Tommy
would socialize

with civil servants.

Although I--I do appreciate
everything that you do.

- And we appreciate that.

Can I use
the little boys' room?

- Oh, yes, of course.
It's right down the hall

just past Tommy's bedroom.

- Thank you.

[door opens]

- Where is Tommy off to?

- He didn't say,
probably a singing lesson.

Do not say no.

- You know, I always wished
I had learned how to sing.

- He teaches.

He sang at the Met
as a child, though...

the maestro was very jealous.

Tommy could have become
a brilliant heldentenor.

[groans]
Would you stop?

You're getting crumbs
everywhere.

[suspenseful music]

[sighs]

*

Oh, yes.

It's lovely, isn't it?

Tommy gave it to me.

- Gave it to you, huh?

A couple of days ago, right?

- He's such a good boy.

*

- I got a souvenir.

- I got a box of 'em.

And a list of signatures.

Guess what names have stars
next to 'em.

- Savannah Ross, Nancy Burns.

- Yeah, and one more.

Signed last week.

- Excuse me.

You can't touch that.

- Ma'am, this is a warrant.

It says I can touch whatever
the hell I want...

including that bracelet.
Take it off, please.

*

Her name is Vivian Stevens.

She's starred just like
the other two vics.

Her address is 113 Chittenden
Avenue, Apartment 2B.

All right,
we'll meet you there.

- No, I'm so sorry, I didn't
mean to--no, please,

don't please, don't kill--
I didn't mean it.

Please.

- NYPD!

*

- [grunts]

- Please, don't!
Please, please!

[crying]
Please, help me.

Please, help me!
[screaming]

- Tom.

Tom, put the gun down now.

- Please, help me, please--

- Put the gun down.

- Please.
[sobbing]

.

- [crying]

[dramatic music]

- Put the gun down.

*

- [sobbing]

[screaming]
- Go, go!

You're okay.
You're okay, all right?

SUV CO to Central. I got
a 10-85 at 113 Chittenden.

You're okay. Take a breath.

*

- [panting]

*

- Tommy, stop.

*

Hey, Tom, you're not going
anywhere.

'Cause we've got the building
surrounded.

You can't get away.

- Then I might as well shoot.

- That wouldn't be smart.

*

[breathing heavily]

All right.
Look, we can just--

we can take a breath, okay?

I knew you'd never hurt me.
- You don't know anything.

- No, I know you don't
hurt women.

It's not how you were raised.

You're one of the good ones,
you're a gentleman.

You know, Nancy, Savannah,
you were good to them.

Right? You--you fixed
Nancy's air conditioner.

You told Savannah
about the broken window.

Right? The guys I date...

Man, I...

I'm lucky if I can get them
to close the door

on their way out,
you know what I mean?

'Cause once they get what they
came for, what do they care?

You know who I blame?
I blame their moms.

But you're not
like that, Tom.

You do care.

You want to keep us safe.

You're Prince Charming, right?

- Don't come any closer.
- Okay.

- I'm good to them because
they're good girls.

- Can you just
drop the gun, Tom?

Go ahead.

I mean, think about it.

What would your mom say
if she saw--

Tom!

- [yells]

*

- Okay, he's headed south
down the fire escape.

He's headed
toward the back alley.

[sirens wailing]

- There, there. There, there,
there, right there.

Circle around the block.

[tires screech]

[distant sirens]

*

- [groans]

- Freeze!

- [panicked stammering]

[grunts]

- You've got nowhere to go,
pal.

*

- [yells]

[strained voice]
Oh, God.

- Hold on, Tom.

Hang on!

Give me your other hand.

- [panting heavily]

No.

Tell Mommy--

[screams]

[body thuds]

[tense music]

*

[approaching sirens]

*

- When you're right,
you're right.

- [chuckles]
Killer, huh?

- Mmm, amazing.

- You didn't have to do this.

- No, I didn't, I wanted to.

You know, Lieutenant Benson
twisted some arms

and the city's gonna pay
your rent for a few months

while you find a new place.

- Tell her thanks.

I kind of thought she hated me.

- You know, it's...

It's this job, you know.

The truth is...

It's me that owes you
an apology.

Look, sometimes...

I forget to believe in people.

And I had a family.

- So I shouldn't be jealous?

- God, no.
- [chuckles]

- Just don't hog the ketchup,
huh?

[cartoon playing]

- [laughs]
Mommy, he's so silly.

- [chuckles]
He certainly is.

[cell phone buzzes]

- Work?

- Um...

[cell phone buzzing]

You know what?

If it's important,
they'll call back.

[soft music]

*