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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.

[rock music]

- * You can't break me down

*

* You can't pick me up

* You can't leave me dying

* When I'm out of luck

- [screaming]

Help!
Help!

Help!
[screams]

Mom, help!

No!
Get off!

[muffled screams]

- Then Turtle decided
the hill wasn't so big

and started into the sunrise.

Okay.

Good night, kiddo.

You sleep tight.

- Can I have Eddie,
just in case?

- Yes.

- This is Eddie.

- Oh.

Eddie the Elephant.
[laughs]

Here you go.
Let's tuck him in, okay?

- Good night, Eddie.

- All right, sweetheart.

I can't wait to learn about
all your favorite things.

Sleep tight.
- Good night, grandma.

- Do you like--
- So how long--

Oh, sorry.
I interrupted.

Go ahead.
- No, I'm sorry.

You were saying?
- Are you enjoying New York?

- It's interesting, I'm sure.
[phone vibrates]

- Excuse me.
Benson.

Okay.
Uh, all right.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Okay.

Sorry.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, it's just a, uh...

It's just a work thing.

- Oh.

Well, I'd--
I'd be happy to stay with Noah.

- Uh, that's okay.
I'm already calling Lucy.

Thank you, though.

- I understand.

- Rollins.

- Thanks,
just as soon as you can.

Yeah.
Dead teenage girl.

Looks like an OD.

- Heroin?
- That'd be a safe bet.

We found this on her.

No purse, no wallet,
no cell.

- Was she raped?
- There's blood

on her sweatpants,
and her face and arms

speak for themselves.

- Okay.

Damn.
She looks like she's 15.

[dramatic music]

*

with sexual assault,

and the heroin that she shot up
with was laced with fentanyl.

That's what killed her.

- Well, a search of the nearby
trash didn't turn up her ID

or her cell.
- Fingerprints?

- No, not in the system.
Neither was her DNA.

- I assume nobody filed
a missing persons report.

- Nothing that was close.

- The saddest thing
in the world.

A dead Jane Doe.
- Yeah.

- So she didn't have the cash.

How did she pay
for these drugs?

- A young girl like that's got
a lot more to offer than cash.

Or some enterprising
scumsucker swoops in

while she's OD'ing
and robs her.

- Before or after
he rapes her?

You know who sells this?

- Not yet.

[dramatic music]

I don't miss narcotics.
What is this?

Some kind of narco holiday
I don't know about?

- Yeah,
we call it Tuesday.

OD's are off the charts.
My brother's a cop out in Ohio.

They're running out of room
to store the bodies.

Here it is.
- Billy Lucas.

I never heard of him.

- One of the young turks.
Made a name for himself

selling high-quality heroin
and stamping it with a bolt.

- What, 'cause it hits you
like a bolt of lightning?

- Yeah.
And screws you up.

- So where can I find Billy?

- Rikers.
Since January of last year.

- Look, that's not the same.
- Wouldn't be the first time

someone counterfeited
a hot seller.

- So, where was Lucas dealing?

- Harlem.
Where'd you find your vic?

- Down in the East Village.
Who's selling down there?

- Uh, Benjamin West,
AKA Jinky.

George Ruiz.
And Andre Johnson,

AKA Hackapulco.

- Cross-check these guys
with Lucas' known associates.

Looks like I'm taking
a trip to Hackapulco.

- What up, G?

- That's him.

Burgundy bomber,
black sweatpants.

- Copy that.

[indistinct chatter]

- Don't leave till we get
to know each other.

- Get your hands
on the car.

Any needles?
No?

What do we got here?

- Nothing.

Not like I'm Facebook friends
with everybody I meet.

How about those who buy
the crap you're selling?

- How about the ones you raped?

- Oh, hell no.
You got the wrong bro.

And that little bit
you got me with?

[laughs]
Man, I'll be ordering lunch

from my favorite
gyro cart tomorrow.

- Yeah?
Well, unless they change

the penalty for rape,
you'll have to tell them

you'll pick it up
in about 25 years, all right?

- There's no way
I raped that ho.

- Okay, so, tell them it'll
only be about three to fifteen.

Because whatever was in
that crap you gave her,

it killed her.

- Look, I never sold
to the bitch.

- Bitch?
Okay, are you trying

to go to jail?
- All right,

I never sold to the young lady.
- But you knew her.

- She was with a dude
I did business with.

Some white dude.
Had a weird

white boy 'stache.
So, what now?

Yeah, that's the dude.
You see?

I'm a good citizen,
helping you out and all.

So I can go now.
- While we appreciate

how devastated you are that
your drugs are killing people,

no.
No, you can't go.

- Who's she?
- I'm the bitch

that's gonna smack
your pretty face

the next time
I hear you say, "ho."

Swab him.

Find Mr. 'Stache.

- Oh, you're looking good,
Tommy,

especially after such
a rough night.

- Yeah, OD'ing can be
pretty hard on a body.

Nothing like a shot of Narcan
to fix that, huh?

Whoa.

Just so you know,

that girl you were
with last night,

she wasn't that lucky.

- Natalie.

Is she okay?
- Actually, she's not.

What went on last night?

- I hadn't seen her in,
like, forever.

And then she just showed up
here before closing.

- How'd she seem?

- Fine.
She just wanted to celebrate.

- Did you celebrate
by sleeping with her?

- Look, man.
I-I had a date.

- So you left Natalie alone
to shoot up by herself?

- Look, like I said,
I had someplace to be.

- Natalie have a last name?

- Look, I just know her
as Natalie.

Okay, wait, no--
I know where she lives.

- You don't know her last name,
but you know where she lives?

We once had to...borrow
some of her parents'...stuff.

- They're the police.
- What's going on?

- How old is your daughter?
- Uh, Natalie's fifteen.

Why?
- When--when is the last time

you saw her?

- Three, maybe four months ago.

- Why didn't you file
a missing person's report?

- Because she's not missing.
Uh, she's in rehab.

.

- Last thing she said
to me was,

"I hate you."

- They told us
to give her space.

That when she got stronger--

- I'm sure that you both did
everything that you could have

to help her.
- Did we?

She broke her ankle
playing soccer,

and after the surgery,
they sent her home

with oxycontin.

She kept saying it hurt.
So they'd prescribe more.

- The damn doctors
did this to her.

- After they cut her off,
she moved on to heroin.

- I'm so sorry.

- You have kids?
- I have a son.

- Hold him close.

- I'm gonna--
I'm gonna open the blinds.

- Maybe you should go outside.

- No.
No, I'm her mom.

I was there when she was born.

It's what parents do.
We are in for all of it.

- [gasps]
- [sobbing]

- Jesus.

- [sobbing]

- Lux isn't short for "luxury."
It's Latin for "light."

We help young women who are
toiling in the darkness

to emerge into the sunlight.
- That's beautiful.

Are you missing
one of those young women?

- Natalie Curtis.
- Why didn't you file

a missing persons report?

- If you know someone
who will actually listen,

by all means,
leave his number.

We're a treatment facility
for troubled girls.

We have runaways
four or five times a month.

- So, you don't report them?

- Officers stopped responding
years ago.

Unless she's under 13,
the report goes into

a stack of paper that collects
dust until someone sweeps it up

and shovels it into
a long-term storage.

- Why didn't you
call her parents?

I assume they're
footing the bill.

- Most of the girls realize
they have no place to go

or any money to get them there,
and come back in 48 hours.

- Natalie ever run before?
- No.

- How did she get out of here?
- This isn't a prison.

I made that mistake when
I first started this place.

The security measures made
the girls feel like

they were being punished.

Now the girls are secured
until they get over the hump.

And then they're on their own
within the structure,

certainly.

Our cameras caught Natalie
slipping out

when staff was dealing
with an incoming client.

- Okay, we're gonna
need that video.

- Of course.
I assume you're here

because you found her.
Is she all right?

- No, she's not.

- Overdose?
- Damn it,

get your hands
off of me.

- This way.
- [screams]

Do not send your kids here.
- Kristi, calm down.

- Herr Doctor.
- Okay, take it easy.

Stop fighting.
Come on, come on.

- Hands!
- Down.

That's Kristi,
our newest arrival.

She's only been here
a couple of days.

Typically it takes
a couple of weeks

to realize we're not the enemy.

- Okay, did Natalie--Did she
ever have any visitors?

- Other than her parents
during her first weeks here.

Oh, please.
Send them my sympathy,

would you?

- Walk with me.
- Did anybody pick up Natalie

outside?
- We have exterior cameras.

You're welcome to those, too.

Rosemary.

- Rosemary Taylor,
our social worker

and den mom.
These are NYPD detectives.

Help them with
whatever they need.

If you'll excuse me.

- We're here
about Natalie Curtis.

- Damn it.

Sometimes it feels
like we're fighting a war

that we just can't win.

My aide waved the white flag
a few months back.

If you know of anyone
who wants to see the worst

humanity has to offer--

- We've seen our share.
- Forgive me.

I'm on my feet all day.

- What can you tell us
about Natalie?

- She is--was--uh...
Extraordinary.

Her paintings
were like poetry.

- But she didn't care much
for this place?

- Not at first, no.
But she settled in.

I actually thought
that she would be

one of our success stories.

But one thing I've learned
about addicts.

They, uh--they lie to you
with a smile.

- Ms. Taylor, um,
Natalie overdosed

in the East Village.
- Hmm.

- Wondering if she talked
to you about anybody

she used to do drugs with.

- Uh, I'm sorry.
I-I would love to help you,

but we have a strict
confidentiality policy.

I'm--I'm sure you understand.

- Place felt like
if you walked in there

with dirt on your shoes,
somebody would come

up behind you with a broom
and a dust pan.

Liv?

Liv?

- Sorry.

Um, did we check with ViCAP?

Uh, does the rape
fit a pattern?

- Yeah, we checked,
but there's nothing.

So, a teenage girl
breaks out of rehab,

goes to the city,
gets high,

she zonks out,
some guy passing by sees her.

It's a needle
in a haystack.

- How did she get from Lux
to the East Village?

- I'll get the footage from
the trains, buses, and subways.

- I'll check the security cams
around Lux.

- Okay.

- Hey.

You doing all right?

- Yeah.
You know, this, uh,

this case just brings back...

- Ellie.

- I gotta get over it,
right?

[phone vibrates]

- Uh, Rollins.

Okay, thanks.

How long was Natalie
at Lux?

- Um, six months.
Why?

- Because she was
two months pregnant.

And the DNA
from the paternity test

matches the DNA
from the rape kit.

.

- Did Natalie have a boyfriend?

- Life she led,
I assume she had many.

- Jeez.

- You think a friend
gave her the drugs?

- Uh, there's actually
something else, Mrs. Curtis.

I'm so sorry to tell you this,

but Natalie was
two months pregnant.

- Oh, my God.

- No, that's not possible.

Two months ago,
she was at Lux.

It was supposed to be
the best facility in the state.

- No.
No, all of the patients there

are girls.
- Damn it, Sarah.

One of those damn saviors
took advantage of her.

And we paid them
a fortune to do it.

- It's possible
that Natalie confided

in one of the therapists
there at Lux.

So in order for us
to access her records,

we would need your permission.

- Yeah, sure.
Anything.

- I'm so sorry.

- Those are warrants
for DNA samples

of all your male employees.

- I don't understand.
You saw the video.

Natalie left on her own.
- The thing is,

she was carrying
more than a jones.

- She was pregnant.

- And you think
it was someone here?

I've spent a decade
building Lux.

No detail was too small.

There's no way whatever
happened, happened here.

- You told us she didn't
have any visitors.

- Everyone who works at Lux
is highly recommended.

- Okay, so why don't we let
science eliminate them, then?

- Sure.
- We need Natalie's files.

- Now, that's a problem.
- We've got her parents' waiver

of confidentiality.
- No, it's not that.

Because Natalie's no longer
a current resident,

her file is stored off-site.
- Wow, that was--

That was quick.

- There's a waiting list
to get in here.

- It's good for you.
Not so good

for the rest of the world.

- While we're here,
we'd like to talk

to some of your
other residents.

- They're already dealing
with a lot.

- We'll tread gently.

- All right.

- If my parents hadn't put me
in here a year ago,

I'd be dead.
- Did you know Natalie?

- Yeah.
Nothing worked with her.

- How do you mean?
- Yoga, therapy--

She hated it all.
- Hmm.

- How long have you been here?
- Actual time,

or what it feels like?

- Actual time.

- I don't know.
A few days.

- And how are things?
- How do you think?

My parents had me kidnapped
and brought here

in the middle of the night.
- Okay.

Have you ever been alone
with a male employee?

- Does that turn you on,
Detective?

- Stop it, Kristi.

- No, I haven't been alone
with any of the men.

- What do you know
about Natalie Curtis?

- The girl who broke out?
- Yeah.

- That she's lucky
she's not here.

- That's a hell of
a welcoming committee.

- There.

- And the external camera
caught this.

There's no defensive wounds
with no marks on her face.

- So she was raped
after she left Lux.

- Yeah.
- And I checked with Uber,

Lyft, nothing.
The local cab companies

have no record of any pick ups
anywhere near the facility.

So--
[phone vibrates]

- Benson.

Uh-huh.

Uh...

Sure, um,
yeah.

Just--just give me
a few minutes.

Okay.
I'll be right back.

Sheila.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- Sure.

- Cappuccino, right?

- [laughs]
Thank you.

Thank you,
that's very nice.

- Oh, um, here.

- Um--
- It was Ellie's.

She was a tomboy, really.
She loved playing catch

with her dad.

- Oh.
- I thought Noah might like it.

- Wow, thank you.
That's incredible.

I haven't actually told Noah
about--about Ellie yet.

But--but thank you.
- Of course you haven't.

- You know,
I'm sure he's gonna love it.

[laughs]
- Yeah, she did.

Do you--

Do you mind if I...

ask you something?

- Of course.

- Did Ellie...ever say
anything about me?

Other than I was dead?

- You know,
when people are struggling

with addiction,
they say things

that they don't mean.
She didn't--

She didn't mean that.
- No, it's okay.

You know, things weren't
always bad between us.

I used to read to her every
night when she was little.

"Tate the Turtle."
That was her favorite.

- Noah's favorite book is,
uh, "Barnyard Dance."

- Oh, they both like animals.

She used to talk about
becoming a veterinarian.

She'd gossip with me
about boys in her class.

She never did like
the cheerleaders.

[laughs]

- Sheila, you don't
have to do this.

You don't--you don't have
to prove to me that--

that you were a good mother.

- Yes, I do.
I know what people think

when they see me.

"What kind of mother was she?

She let her daughter
become a junkie."

But I tried.
Olivia, I tried.

- You know, I know that
it's not a comfort,

but, um,
I've seen this a lot.

It can happen to anyone.

- Even you?

- I don't think that--
- I didn't, either.

One minute, we're shopping
for prom dresses.

And the next,
she's coming at me

with a steak knife.

- That wasn't Ellie, Sheila.

Ellie was long gone by then.

- I-I just wish--
I just wish that she had met

someone like you...
earlier, before.

I just want Noah to know
how much I love him.

- Hey.

- How is Sheila?

- What?

- I'm a detective.
You come in with a kid's

old baseball glove.
- Oh.

Rollins, do you think that I'm
too quick to judge people?

- Hey, when someone butts
into your life like she did--

- Well, turns out that
she's not the witch

that I wanted her to be.

- Um, none of the DNA from
the male workers at Lux

matched the DNA from Natalie's
paternity or rape kit.

I mean, there was only one
virgin birth, right?

- You can't improve
on perfection, Rollins.

Okay.
Here's what we got.

Now, before Natalie
met Tom Higgins,

she got off the L train
at 1st Avenue.

- Hold on.
Lux is in Bronxville.

What the hell was she
doing in Brooklyn?

- Unfortunately,
there's no footage of her

getting on the subway.
- Blow that up, will you?

Look at that.
That's interesting.

There's the bruising
on her face.

- That means that she was raped
after she left Lux

but before she shot up.

- But her rapist impregnated
her while she was at Lux,

so something is not right.

- Lux isn't as squeaky clean
as the good doctor makes out.

A civil suit was filed
against it four years ago.

It settled out of court.
The plaintiff was Isla Danby.

She lives in East Village.

- There we go.
Talk to her.

- Hello?
- We're almost done.

I said we're almost done.

Cuddling isn't illegal.

- We just wanna talk.

- Isla,
I paid for an hour.

- I'll credit you a half
an hour next week.

- People pay you
to cuddle with them?

- It's a lonely city.

You'd be surprised how many
people are desperate

for human contact.

What do you want?
- Lux Rehab.

- Best rehab in the state.
Just ask them.

- How long were you
in there for?

- I did the whole tour.
A year with a two week

side trip to Altbrook,
then right back to Lux

with its tidy art rooms
and prison-like detox.

- Well, it seems like you
kicked whatever habit

you went in there for.
- Knock on wood.

- So, why'd you sue Lux?

- I mean, I'd like
to tell you that,

but I can't.

- Listen, a couple days ago,
a girl broke out

and then she turned up dead.

Now we think she might
have been raped

while she was at Lux.

- I signed a non-disclosure
agreement.

They could take
my business away,

my apartment.
I'm sorry.

All I can say is,
I'm glad you're looking

into those places.
[phone vibrates]

- Carisi.

What--No, no.

We have a warrant
and a parental waiver.

Lux is refusing to hand over
Natalie's records.

- There's a shock.

- What happened
to Natalie Curits

is heartbreaking,
but her cause of death

was a drug overdose
which occurred

on the streets of Manhattan,

not at Lux Residential
Treatment Center.

There is no reason to move on--

- We believe Natalie was raped
in the care of the defendant.

- And my client turned over
everything it deemed relevant

that wasn't protected by
doctor/patient confidentiality.

- Her parents waived
any confidentiality.

- They may be her parents,
but they are not

her legal guardians
when it comes to Lux.

This is the contract
Mr. and Mrs. Curtis signed

when their daughter,
a minor,

was admitted.

As is standard with most
residential treatment centers,

her parents transferred
their parental rights to Lux.

- Death would void
that provision.

- Not according
to that signed contract.

- Private parties may
enter into contracts

so long as they do not run
afoul of the principles

of lack of capacity, duress,
undue influence,

mistake, fraud,
or public policy,

none of which is alleged
in the People's motion.

Therefore, the People's request
for access to records

relating to Natalie Curtis
is denied.

- How do we appeal?
- We don't.

Lux is bad.
There's 100 other

vulnerable girls in there.
This isn't right.

Sometimes on its way to "fair,"
the law misses "right".

You wanna do something?
Figure out another way in.

.

- Opioids are the leading cause
of death in people under 50.

In fact, opioid ODs have
shortened the life expectancy

of Americans by 2 1/2 months.

In the last year,
opioids killed more people

than car crashes or guns.

That's a tragedy,
but an even bigger one

is that it's preventable.

If I'd been carrying Narcan,
I might have saved

this young lady.
My daughter.

Thank you.

[applause]

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- Ms. Butler?
Are you in the field?

I don't remember
seeing you here.

- Oh, well, um,
after--after Willie died,

I knew I had to go
to social work.

But after I got my license,
I got comfortable

in a think tank,
you know?

I'm--I'm considering
making a change.

- Beware.

You walk through the mud,
you get dirty.

- Yeah, I know.
But at the end of the day,

I wanna be able to point
to something and say

that I made it a little better.

- Maybe you should get
a firsthand look

at what you'd be getting into.

I've been looking for
an assistant at Lux.

- I wouldn't want
to put you out.

- Give it a try
for a day or two

off the record,
and we'll see

if you have the stomach for it.

Okay.

That's the tab
for the patient files.

Oh, sometimes the software's
a little glitchy.

[tapping]
There.

- No!

No!

Kiss my ass, damn it.
I'm not gonna eat this puke!

- Kristi,
you don't have

to eat the oatmeal.

But you--
- I won't eat anything.

You don't think I know
what you're doing?

I know what you're doing.

No!
I have rights, damn it!

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Screw you!

[spits]

Screw all of you!

- It's okay.
You don't have

to eat the oatmeal.

What will you eat?
- How many times

do I have to tell you?
I'm not hungry.

- You're going through detox,
Kristi.

Your body needs food.

- Why can't you just
let me die?

I hate my life.
- Listen to me.

I know what a struggle it is.
Okay?

But I promise you that soon

you're gonna be
a whole new person.

A different person, okay?

So what about some toast?
- Hmm?

- One slice of toast?
Come on.

Please?
One toast.

One slice.
And then you and I

are gonna--
Okay.

- Okay.
- You and I are gonna walk

around the grounds,
and then we're gonna

be outside and get
some fresh air.

Won't that be good?

Yeah, there you go.
Sit.

Okay.

Okay.
You're all right.

I'll see you in a few minutes.
Okay?

Good.
Thank you.

- She spit in your face.
You didn't even blink.

- I've had worse.
A lot of these girls

are self medicating.

ADHD, bipolar, depression,
and for the first time

in their lives they don't have
drugs to numb the feelings.

- Right.
- And Kristi,

she's only been here
a couple days,

so we don't even know
what her issues are.

I'm, uh, I'm gonna
go wash my face.

Could you print out the notes
from Kristi's therapy sessions?

'Cause I wanna be prepared
when we talk.

- Absolutely.

[clears throat]

- This is unbelievable.

- There is something
going on there.

- It's an illegal search.
- I know.

- Do you know
who raped Natalie?

- No, because her files
were transferred.

- Don't tell me that
somebody else was raped.

- Do the insurance
companies count?

Look.

This is Kristi Martin's
patient billing.

It comes to over $100,000.

- Yes,
private rehab is expensive.

- Right, but that doesn't
include the cost

of walking in the door.
This is just medical tests

and procedures.
She's been in Lux

for less than two weeks.

$50,000 for
electroconvulsive therapy.

- Which I know is bogus.
- Because?

- Because at the time
of the supposed procedure,

she was threatening the staff
with a dining room chair.

These bills are bogus,
and the insurance companies

will never know about it.
If they can lie about this,

Lux can lie about anything.

- Only, it's inadmissible.

- [sighs]

- Inevitable discovery.

If we can prove that we would
have come up with this

without your illegal search...

What was the name of Rosemary's
assistant before you?

- I put that all behind me.

- Oh, yeah?
Why'd you leave?

- 'Cause I like to smile
every now and then.

That place...

I don't know.
I'd rather work at a morgue.

- I know it's tough there.
But what can you tell us

about billing at Lux?

Did you ever notice
anything strange?

- Strange?
- Overbilling?

Charging for tests
and procedures

that were never done?

- No.
Rosemary was about

helping the girls.

What Lux charged
wasn't her concern.

- What can you tell us
about Natalie Curtis?

- She was one of
our success stories.

Last time I saw her,
she was on her way

to the sober living house.

She was a do-over.

That's what we called the girls
who came back to Lux

for a second or third go.

- Where was she
coming back from?

- Altbrook.
- Altbrook?

- When was she at Altbrook?
- Two, maybe three months ago.

Right before I gave notice.

- Where is that?
- Greenpoint, Franklin Street.

- Okay, that's Brooklyn.
- Thank you.

- Welcome to Altbrook Palace.

- Nice place.

- Where do you live?
In a hole?

What the hell?
It's one step

before the real world.

- So, uh...

How long have you been here?

- Going on four months.
Takes some of us

a little longer to step back
into reality.

- So you were here when
Natalie Curtis was here?

- Natalie?
Yeah, yeah.

She was less ready than I am.
If that's even possible.

- You're saying she fell
off the wagon?

- And landed with a splat.

I felt sorry for her.
- How did she get

drugs in here?
- It's not like

we're in solitary.

We leave every day for jobs,
whatever.

Turns out there are a lot
of places to get in trouble

in Brooklyn.

- Hey, Debbie.
Debbie, hey.

- Screw off.

- Where's the counselor
in charge around here?

- [moaning]

- That would be him.

- NYPD.
Get up, now.

- Hey, honey,
are you okay?

- I'm fine.
- How old are you?

- I'm 16.

- Didn't I say get up?

- What'd I do?

- It's called statutory rape,
Anthony.

- What the hell are you
talking about?

I'm 19, the girl's 16.
She consented.

- [scoffs]

- It's the Romeo
and Juliet law.

- What are you, a lawyer?

- I'm Romeo.

- That girl would agree
to waterboarding

if you offered her drugs.
- Paternity's back.

Congratulations.
You're a winner.

- Of what?
- Of a dead teenager

and her two-month-old fetus.

- You knocked up Natalie Curtis
when she was released

to Altbrook.
- And then you raped her

the night she died.
- I never raped anybody.

- What do you call it when you
trade an addict drugs for sex?

- It's not rape
when she's begging for it.

.

- I'm a medical professional.
I don't subject my patients

to unnecessary tests.
- Kristi's insurance

was billed for
electroconvulsive therapy.

And Kristi doesn't remember--
- Maybe that's why

she had ECT.
We pride ourselves

on being the premiere treatment
facility in New York.

I take accusations like that
very seriously.

- Good, because that's
how we mean them.

So we will be subpoenaing
your billing record.

- And you'll see
that I run tests--

- Dennis, you don't have
to say anything.

- Let me talk.
So I run tests.

The girls are never honest
about what they've

been snorting or shooting,
so I test their blood

and hair to make sure I can
help them detox properly.

- Well, they really are
the perfect victims,

aren't they?

Girls struggling with
emotional problems,

mental illness,
chemical addiction.

Desperate parents willing
to pay just about anything

to keep their babies alive.

And if you're
actually successful,

then your colleagues at
Altbrook get them high again.

And then they ship them
back to you,

and you can just start this
process all over again.

- I have no idea what happens
at the sober living home.

- Really?
Because I do.

Ten girls in the last 12 months
have come back to you, Doctor.

What did you think
was going on?

You're preying
on vulnerable kids.

But what the hell.
You made a lot of money, right?

You got rich.

You're a venal predator.

And we're gonna prove it
in court.

- Is that right?

What's that trial
gonna look like?

"Call your first witness,
counselor."

"Oh, you can't put her
on the stand.

"She's mentally unstable.

"Your second witness,
she's no good, either.

She's a junkie."

Next, a liar.

After that,
a thief.

And for the big finale--
drumroll, please.

A 15-year-old slut who trades
her body for drugs.

What jury's gonna believe
anything that comes out

of their mouths?

- Tell me you found something
on Anthony.

- Not a thing.
He's within four years

of every girl he's slept with
at Altbrook.

- So much for a rape charge.
- How is it consent

when you're extorting sex from
a 15-year-old drug addict?

- That is a question that the
legal arena has yet to answer.

Good idea for a law review
article, though.

You should give Carisi a couple
of months off.

What are you,
a bat?

- What?

Anyway, I talked to everybody
I could find

who spent time at Altbrook
in the past six months.

Now, all of them denied
receiving anything

in exchange for sex.

- So we can't get Anthony
on rape, dealing,

child endangerment,
or contributing

to the delinquency of a minor.

- They're recycling these girls
like they were empty Coke cans.

Come on, counselor.
Pull one of those rabbits

out of your hat.
- I could--

I could, if we can establish
a connection between Lux

and Altbrook.
- We checked

the corporate records.
There's nothing.

- No, when Carisi and I
interviewed the cuddle girl

about her Lux lawsuit,
she said--

she said that she was glad
that somebody was finally

checking into those places.
I mean, plural.

So she could have been talking
about Altbrook.

- Somebody at Lux
must have a soul.

- Yeah, there's one I know of.

- I can't--I can't believe
you're a cop.

- I know, but I had to figure
out what happened to Natalie.

Right?
She deserves that much, right?

- We didn't have anything
to do with her death.

- Okay, when she came
back to Lux

after her stint at Altbrook--

- If your partner had paid
attention to my lecture,

you would both know
that opioids have

an 80% relapse rate.
- Especially when one

of the counselors
is handing her pills.

- No.
I don't--I don't believe that.

- Rosemary, the fact is,
not everybody is sorry

for your loss.

- [sighs]

My Annie...

She fought tooth and nail
to get clean.

But it was like
climbing a wall of ice.

I remember people in my
building looking at me like,

"How could you let that
happen to your own kid?"

[sighs]

Only the devil...

Would offer drugs to girls
right out of rehab.

- We think that Dr. Barkley
is connected to Altbrook.

- I don't think so.
I mean,

Altbrook was just one
of the sober houses

that we recommended.
- Did anybody from Altbrook

ever visit Dr. Barkley?

- Only when they came
to pick up the girls

to take them to Brooklyn.

- That's it, our connection
between Altbrook and Lux.

Anthony Parker.

- Yeah, now we can finally
nail that bastard.

- Barkley is the one
that put him in charge.

- Lucky for him,
sober homes aren't regulated.

- You're looking at $40 million
gross billing last year.

- Obamacare classifies
addiction

as an essential service
so millions more got coverage.

Dr. Barkley stepped right in.
Quadrupled his billing.

Barkley's about to face

an unintended consequence
of his own:

the New York State RICO
statute.

-Racketeering?

- Drug dealing.
Rape.

Insurance fraud.
It sounds like a racket to me.

[phone vibrating]
- Hmm.

Yeah, Rollins.

Sure, Rosemary.

30 minutes, okay?

Something's not right.

Rosemary.
- Hello, Amanda.

- Oh, my--

- He's OD'ing.

- Ironic, isn't it?

- My God.
- This is Detective Carisi

of the NYPD.
- This is the promised end.

- I need a bus at 100 Prescott
Avenue in Bronxville.

There's Narcan in the car.

- He stole lives.
He destroyed people's families.

Natalie's, God knows
how many others.

It's fentanyl.

All the Narcan in the world
won't save him.

- [groans]

- You can arrest me now.

- Watch out,
Aaron Judge.

- He plays outfield.
I play infield.

- Not till you finish
your breakfast.

[doorbell rings]

- It's Saturday.
How come you have

to work today?

- Honey, it's just for
a few hours.

I promise, okay?
- Hmm.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hi!
- Come on in.

- Hi.
[laughs]

- This town,
a good babysitter

is hard to come by.

- Grandma.

.

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