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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.

- Some guy called 911,

said he was out walking his dog

and saw a dead body.

Turns out he jumped the gun.

Didn't leave a name.

- No, it was one of those
what-do-you-call-its.

- Anyway, someone didn't
like her face much.

- Pulse is low, pupils dilated.

Good news is, she's breathing.

- Nada.

- It's a little cold to be out
without a coat on.

Hold up.

Her stockings are on backwards.

- Maybe she got dressed
in a hurry.

- Maybe she didn't
dress herself.

A hooker's night gone bad?
Maybe a pimp?

- Pimps are rough,
but the girls

are their bread and butter.

They're not gonna
leave her to die.

- So we're looking at a john.

- That's not afraid to kill.

- Multiple contusions.

A few lacerations.
Strangle marks on her neck.

In other words, someone
beat the hell out of her.

- In and out.

- Unclear.

Waiting on a tox screen.

There was extensive trauma
to the genital region.

- Did you go ahead
and do a rape kit?

- No semen, but there was
lubricant from a condom.

- Okay, you mind if we ask her
a few questions?

- Don't push it,
and don't expect much.

- Okay.
We'll tread lightly.

Hi.

I'm Detective Rollins.
This is Detective Tutuola.

- You're the ones
who brought me here.

- We found you
unconscious in an alley.

- Everybody has a name.

- Okay.
And what's yours?

- Sky.
- Keep going.

- It's just Sky.

Where did this happen, Sky?

- We can't help you
unless you talk--

- Maybe I just--
I just want to go home.

- And we just want to
catch the guy who raped you.

- What makes you think
I was raped?

- Okay,
we want to catch the guy

that used your face
as a speed bag.

- I fell down.

- And you--what,
you strangled yourself

on the way down?
Okay.

- We're gonna let you rest
a little bit, Sky,

and maybe later
you'll feel like talking to us.

- Yeah.

Have a good day.

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- Hey, Lieu.
- Hey.

- So forensics found
a footprint

at the scene of the crime.

It's a men's boot, size 11,

going from the street
to where we found Sky.

- No, not yet.

But the thing is, the print
consisted of a mixture

of tinted cement
and a light-colored,

pebble-sized aggregate.

- All right, so our guy walked
through a sidewalk repair?

- That's what I'm thinking.
- So we could be looking

at the whole damn city.

- Yeah, but Sherlock here
has a theory.

- All right, listen.
It was freezing last night.

The high was 19 degrees,

so I doubt this guy
was working outside.

- So you're thinking
she was assaulted at the hotel

and then moved to the alley?

- Except there was no way

that you get
an unconscious girl

out of a place
like the Peninsula

without anybody noticing.

So I think that at best,

we're looking
for a two-star hotel

that's close to a sidewalk
getting repaired.

Now, that leaves two options.

You got the Abington.
That's 29th and 11th Avenue.

And the Clinton Arms,
46th and 8th.

- Very good.

Okay, Carisi and I

will take the Clinton Arms,

and you two take the other one.

Hey.

You have a problem?

- No.

- I'm sorry about the girl,

but I haven't heard
any complaints

about noise or anything.

- And you don't know
a girl named Sky?

- Sorry.
- Okay.

We're gonna need to check
your security footage.

- Look, I--I don't want to get
in any trouble,

detectives, but to--
to tell you the truth,

the security cameras--
they-re--they're just for show.

- Okay, maybe you could check
your records from last night.

See if anybody checked in
and out for an hour or so.

- Don't you need a warrant
or

- Not unless you're the one
that did the beating.

Maybe I should call a lawyer.

- Now you're starting to look
real suspicious.

Well, I suppose

you could take a look...
- Yeah.

- Without me noticing.
- Yeah, cool.

Bring your eyes over here.
Look this way.

Look at me.

- I'm guessing
you don't check IDs.

We got Mickey Mouse
in room 212,

Elvis in 117.

- You were gonna make us
get a warrant for that?

- Hey, Grigor.

This

- It was turned in.

- Condoms, lube, mouthwash.

- Put your hands
behind your back.

- Hey, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

All right, all right,
all right.

There were three guys.

They went running out,
and--and I went to--

to see what was going on,
and--and that's when I saw her.

- 117.

- I knew it was Elvis.

- Look, I--I'm sorry the maid
hasn't tidied up yet.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right there, on the floor.
She was dead.

- So why didn't you call
the police?

- No, I did!

- After you dumped her
in the street

like a piece of trash.

- Cops all over the place

ain't exactly good
for business, no offense.

I mean, the girl's dead.

You know, who's it gonna hurt?

- Except she's not dead.

- That's...

She's not dead?

- No, and you endangered
an impaired person.

That's a felony.
- Which means

you're under arrest, dumbass.

- Wait, wait, wait.
That--I was--

No, you don't...
Ah, come on!

- Vitals have stabilized.
Swelling has come down a bit.

So she's gonna make
a full recovery.

She was just here.

Joyce, did she say
anything to you?

- Looks to me
like she checked herself out.

- New York's finest,
meet "New York's finest."

- Yeah, something like that.

I just don't figure Sky
for a street walker.

- From the picture, it looks
like she has all her teeth.

- I've been here, what,
seven years?

I still don't get it.

- World's oldest profession,
my friend.

- I understand
why there are hookers, Carisi.

I just don't get
why we give a damn.

They--they know the risks.

- Maybe they don't have
a choice.

- Everybody's got a choice.

Besides, there are plenty
of women out there

who need our help,
and more importantly,

want it.

- Hold on, here we go.

"Sky.
I will blow your mind."

- Among other things.

- Yeah.
Without the swollen eye.

SkysTheLimitXXX.com.
It's classy.

-She's late.

- Come on, a player like you,
how could she stay away?

- I think one of her colleagues
just got here.

- Saving New York,
one hooker at a time.

- I think they prefer
"sex worker."

- Eh, if the shoe fits.

Hey, you're on, Carisi.

- Ooh,
you've got to be Sky.

- Hey, sexy,
you must be Dominick.

You get a room?

- Well, I figured
we talk a little first...

- It's your hour.

- Down at the station.
- Damn it.

- Hey.
Remember me?

- Yeah.

Whether you know it or not,
we're trying to help you.

.

- I never asked
to press charges.

- That's not the way it works.

- I don't know anything.

- Now,
how can I believe anything

if I can't see your eyes?

That happen often?
- I get paid for this.

You get paid to pretend
to worry about it,

and the world goes round.

- Speak for yourself.

- Everybody's pretending.

That's the way this works.

I get paid to pretend
I enjoy my work.

You get paid to pretend
you think yours is important.

- You know what, you've wasted
enough of my time.

How about you tell me
who smacked you around?

- I forgot.

- I could care less
what happened to you.

To me, you're about, what,

110 pounds of wasted skin
and lipstick.

- All right--
- No, no. No, no.

Hey, how much would it take
for you to just give me a name?

30 bucks? I bet you'd let me
break your nose.

- That's enough.
Sorry, green

is the only language she knows.

- Yeah, I'll take it from here.

Detective.

- I am so sorry.

I apologize for
Detective Rollins' attitude.

- Yeah, she's a real bitch,
with a capital C.

- Listen, I'm--
I'm Olivia Benson,

and I am the lieutenant here.

So, Sky...

three guys, one girl?

You didn't stand a chance.

I knew I couldn't trust him.

- Sounds like you don't trust
a lot of people.

- People are scum.

- Yeah, some of them are,

but in my experience, most--

- Oh, do not tell me
they're good.

- Okay.

They're not all scum.

I believe this belongs to you.

- Thanks.

- Well, it's the least
I could do for you, Sky.

- Sandy.

That's my name.
Sandy Ksenivich.

You know, sand between my toes,
eyes in the sky.

Hence, Sky.

- It's clever.

- Guy who called
said his name was Gus,

but that's probably bogus.

- Okay.

Tell me,

what do you remember
about them?

There's no detail too small.

Anything?

- Uh, they had short hair.

No hair.
- Okay.

- One of them was young.

- Maybe 20.

It was his first time.

He was sweet, actually.

"Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am."

He was supposed to be
the only one.

It was the second guy
who hit me.

He was old, like...

40.

Uh...

He wanted a freebie.
I said no way.

That's when he hit me
and forced me to...

- Sounds like rape.

Lieutenant's pretty good
at this.

- After I teed it up for her.

- You were pretty convincing
in there.

You okay?

- When he was done, he left,

and the third guy came in.

I hit him with a lamp,
he started bleeding,

and that's when grandpa
came back

and beat the crap out of me.

- Sky...

I just want to tell you
that I am...

very sorry that
that happened to you.

- Right.

The joke's on them.

The nervous virgin
left his money clip

on the nightstand before
any of the drama went down.

- I earned it.

- U.S. Army.

- March!

Second squad, forward!

- I'm not happy about this.
- Well, think of it like this.

We're not investigating
the army.

We're looking for a rapist.
- First squad, forward!

- A lot of these guys
look alike.

- But only one got hit
in the head with a lamp.

We need to know if anybody
came in for stitches

in the head on Saturday night
or early Sunday morning.

- I'm not sure if I'm allowed
to disclose

personal medical records.

It says NYPD.
You know what that means?

- Please excuse
my impertinent colleague.

I'm sure you're aware that
the city has an arrangement

made with the local Army bases.

Yeah, they're willing to open
their files to us

on any alleged crimes
committed off base.

- You know what,
don't trouble yourself.

We'll just go back
to your base commander,

tell him that you refused
to help us.

I'm sure he's gonna love
seeing us again.

- Sergeant Jim Preston.

Said he got cut in the gym.

- Does the computer say
where he is right now?

- He's with
the 303rd Infantry Brigade.

That's on the east side
of the base.

- Let's go!
Let's go!

Shaughnessy, bring it in tight.

- Busy here.

- Detective Tutuola, NYPD.

We need to talk to you
about Saturday night.

- Not here.

Not in front of my soldiers.

Run it again.

Back to Sector Tango.
Now! Move!

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- Hey, boss.
We'll take it from here.

- Mr. Preston.

Is it all right
if I call you Jim?

- Sure.
- All right.

What can you tell me about
what happened Saturday night?

You were at the Abington Hotel,
room 117,

with a prostitute
named Sky, right?

- James Preston.

Sergeant.
United States Army.

ID number
1-2-0-1-9-0-1-0.

- Okay.
Got that.

You want to tell me
anything else?

- James Preston.

Sergeant.
United States Army.

ID number 1-2-0-1-9-0-1-0.

- Name, rank, and ID number.

- Did Carisi explain
we're not gonna torture him?

- This guy wouldn't talk
even if we did.

- Yeah, maybe his buddy will.

I checked the base logs.

Jim clocked back in on the base

with a Private
William Shaughnessy.

- Okay.
What do we do with him?

- Let him sweat.
It's good practice.

- This is a whole lot of work
for a whole lot of nothing.

Go home.

Back of the formation.

- Private William Shaughnessy.

- I'm Private Shaughnessy.

- We want to talk to you.
We're NYPD.

We want to talk to you
about Saturday night.

- Okay.
What's up?

- Yeah.

- No one.

- Well, the log says
you returned to base

with Sergeant Jim Preston.

- Yeah, we clocked back
around the same time,

but we weren't together.

- You didn't hook up
with a prostitute named Sky?

- I...I don't know.

- She's claiming she was raped
on Saturday night,

and all the evidence points
to you or your buddies

or all of the above.

- Which means right now
is your chance to tell us

your side of the story.

- Hey, bud,

rape one carries a sentence
of 25 years in prison.

- It was me.
I raped her.

- You're admitting to raping
and beating her?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Then...
you're under arrest.

- Number three
is Billy Shaughnessy.

He's confessed
to raping and beating you.

He didn't do anything bad
to me.

- Looks like he's willing
to go down for his friends.

- He's one of
those trustworthy people

you were talking about.

They really do exist.

- Yeah. You offer absolution
in your spare time?

- No, no, that's--
that's above my pay grade.

But, um...

but I can offer some solace,
and...

some hope.

- Because it matters.

Because you matter.

And what happened
to you matters.

I'll tell you
what doesn't matter

is why you were in
that hotel that night.

- That I get paid to have sex.

- My priority

is putting away the person
who did this to you.

But I need your help.

- You will.

- Eh...

people looking at me,
judging me...

The only opinion
that matters...

is yours.

- Look at the pictures, Sandy.

- The last person
to call me Sandy was my mom.

She, uh, passed away
a few years ago,

some kind of brain thing,
but...

I went to see her in hospice.

She didn't know who I was,

but as I was leaving,
she whispered, "Sandy."

And then she died.

Let me see these.

That's the guy I hit
with the lamp.

- Okay.

Keep going.

- And that's the bastard
who beat me up and raped me.

- Staff Sergeant Tyler Jones.

- You got her to talk.
- Well, it only takes time.

- I'm sure it took
more than that.

Look, I feel for her,
Lieutenant.

I do, and I want a conviction
as much as you,

but the fact is, to a jury,
her word won't be enough.

- Listen, in a rape case,
a victim's ID goes a long way.

- No.

- No, but we do have
fingerprints.

- That's right.

- Along with, I'm guessing,
a thousand other

sets of prints
and God knows what else.

Look, I'm not trying
to be a hardass,

but we need some kind
of corroboration.

And the bottom line?

If we want to nail
this bastard,

one of his buddies has to rat.

- I said all I'm gonna say.

- Name, rank, and ID.
- That's it.

- Ratting out your superior
isn't an easy thing.

I was a ranger.
I get it.

- You don't get it.

- And you don't listen.

Come on.

I remember what it was like.

Get a couple days off
to uncork.

Throw a few dollars
at some ass.

You can talk to me, James.

I've seen things.
I've done things too.

The good thing is,
this girl doesn't remember

you doing anything to her.

You could walk on this.

- James Preston.

Sergeant.
United States Army.

ID number 1-2-0-1-9-0--

- Then on the other hand,

your blood is on the lamp.

As soon as the lab returns
with the tests,

we put you in that room.

- I was there,
but I didn't do anything.

I didn't rape her.

Okay.
I'm thinking you did.

Turn around and put your hands
behind your back.

- I told you, I did it.

I raped her.
- We both know that's not true.

We both know that it was
Staff Sergeant Tyler Jones.

- He's an upstanding soldier.
- Right...

You know that night with Sky--

that was your first time,
wasn't it?

Hell no.

- She told us you were
sweet and gentle.

You like her.

Your heart beats
a little faster

when you think about her, hmm?

What's your heart do when you--

when you look at that?

She was good to you, Billy,

and that's what that
upstanding soldier did to her.

And I know you guys live
by some sort of code.

Wasn't that code violated
the second

Staff Sergeant Jones's fist
hit her face?

Okay, and--and who knows
what Jim did to her,

enough for her to make her
swing a lamp at his head.

You're the only one
that can help her, Billy.

- Fine.

I'll do it.

- Good man.

- Staff Sergeant.

- I'm the guy
arresting you for rape.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Let's go.

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- Rape in the first degree

and assault
in the first degree.

Ah.
The few, the proud.

- Due respect, Your Honor,
that's marines.

These men are army.

- Ah, my bad.
Uh, let's hear some pleas.

- Not guilty.
- Not guilty, Your Honor.

- All right, what do we have
for bail, Mr. Stone?

- Remand, Your Honor.

The defendants are active duty,

and geographic reshuffling

isn't out of the question.

- Oh, please, the army wants

the names of these fine men
cleared

as soon as possible.

- Can I get
defense counsels' word

that this court will be given
48 hours written notice

before these men
are transferred?

- Yes, Your Honor.

- In that case,
these defendants

will be held on $50,000 bail,
cash or bond.

And I am off to lunch.

- Peter.

- You are a long way
from Chicago.

- Well, representing
our fighting men

is a moveable feast.

Interesting case
we've got here.

The word of a lying
lady of the night

against two decorated soldiers.

- Save your breath.
No deals.

- She's a hooker, Peter.
- And your client's a rapist.

- The older one.
- Staff Sergeant Tyler Jones.

- That's right.

He said Billy had only been
with me a couple of minutes.

He said I owed him
for the rest of the money.

I said the deal was for one
of them, that's it.

- He punched me in the face.

He threw me on the bed,
and then he held me down

while he raped me.

- When he was done,
the other one came in.

- Yeah, uh...

I wasn't about to put up
with another one,

so I hit him with a lamp.

That's when Tyler Jones
came in again

and beat the hell out of me.

He strangled me
until I passed out.

And then I--I don't know
what happened to me.

The next thing I remember is
waking up in the hospital.

- Thank you, Ms. Ksenivich.

- This was just
a business transaction?

- Until it wasn't.

- Have you ever
come across a client

that likes it a little rough?

- They have to tell me upfront.

- I walk out.

- I see,
you're a sensitive hooker--

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

So if a client says,

"I'd like to give you
a little pat on the butt."

You turn him down?

- No, as long as it doesn't
get out of hand.

- So if a client gets
a little carried away,

and a pat turns into a slap?

- Mostly, it's okay.

- So it's all a question
of degree?

- Sure.

- So it's normal
business practice to get hit?

- Objection.
- There's a certain degree

of brutality that is expected

in Ms. Ksenivich's
chosen field of endeavor.

And that exact degree
of such brutality

is one of the many items

that both parties
need to negotiate.

- Your Honor.
- That's enough, Mr. Olson.

- I have nothing else.

- The guys made fun of me

because I'd never been
with a woman.

Staff Sergeant Jones, he said

he was gonna put an end
to that.

It's why we came to the city
that night.

- Staff Sergeant found her
on the internet.

He arranged the whole thing.

- Tell us what happened
once you got to the hotel.

- Staff Sergeant and Jimmy

waited in the other room
while...

I had sex.

- We went back to base.

- Did Staff Sergeant Jones
go in the bedroom

with Ms. Ksenivich?

No.

I was done,
so we went home.

- I'd like to read to you

your testimony
from the grand jury.

- You don't need to read that.

I was lying back then.
I just wanted to get you

and the damn cops off my back.

- It's called perjury, Billy,

and believe me,
I will prosecute.

- They yell at me.
You yell at me.

Why does everybody
have to yell at me?

- That's gonna be the least
of your problems

when you end up in prison.

- They already told me!

There's no way the jury
is gonna believe Sky

over the Staff Sergeant.

That means you lose, Mr. Stone.

- And if you're convicted
in a military court

of making unsubstantiated
allegations

against a superior officer,

you end up in Leavenworth.

- I just wanted a woman.

I wanted to be a man.

I'd rather be a criminal,
Mr. Stone, than a traitor.

Can I go?

Just like that?

- There's nothing we could
have said to convince him.

- He has a beating heart.
He has a conscience.

- Which isn't going
to get in the way of a loyalty

that goes back 250 years.
We'll never break him.

- So because he's a good man,
he's gonna do the wrong thing?

- Our only hope

is that Jim isn't
as good a man as Billy is.

- You people.

You all got some balls on you.

- Unforeseeable things
happen in a trial.

It's just the way it is.

- I said
I didn't want to do this.

I said leave it alone--

You missed a couple days' work,
right?

You know what, I can--
I can make that up to you, Sky.

- It's Sandy.

- Yeah, you're--

you're always gonna be Sky
to me.

What is it, 200, 300?
Here.

- Yeah, it is.

- You know, every morning,
I get up,

look myself in the mirror.

You know what I see?

Not a damn thing.

I'm invisible.

Nothing.

But after you people started
with me,

when I looked in the mirror,
I began to see

a piece of someone
looking back at me.

You know, it felt good.

But now,

after being humiliated
like that in court,

that little piece of pride,
or self-worth,

or whatever it is you gave me

is gone,
and it's never coming back.

Here.

Keep your money.

- Sometimes this job--

And life

- Yeah, no, more like, uh,

makes you want to pound
a fifth of Jameson.

- We don't get to pick
and choose our victims.

- I know.

- Yeah.

- I'll get over it.

- Okay.

Well, whatever it is, let's--

let's not take it out
on Sandy.

- I don't know why I'm here.

I told the other guy,
I've got nothing to say.

- You're willing to go
to prison for 25 years

because your commanding officer
made a stupid--

no, a sick decision?

- Misdemeanor assault.
He pays a fine.

- Look, we're trying
to help you.

We know that you didn't
hurt Sandy Ksenivich.

- You can let me go,

you can pin a couple medals
on my chest

and bump me up in rank,

and my answer is still no deal.

I think both of you
are gonna want to hear this.

Lieutenant, you guys
are wasting your time.

Jim Preston
is never gonna testify.

- We just got to break
this damn military code.

- It's got nothing to do
with any code.

We just got the blood back
from the lab tests,

and it's a match for Jim,

but the DNA in the blood
is genetically female.

Jim Preston is
a transgender man.

- Well...

that's why he won't testify.

- The courts
will never uphold any law

against transgender people
serving in the military.

- That's right,
but there's a huge distance

between the law and life.

- Okay, here's the deal.

As of this moment,
all charges against you

are dropped with prejudice.

In exchange, I expect you
to willingly testify

against Staff Sergeant Jones.

Now get out.

If you refuse,
you will be subpoenaed,

and failure to appear
will be met

with the strictest punishment
the law allows.

- You'll ruin his life,
if he testifies.

- And if he doesn't,
you'll ruin Sandy's.

It's your choice.

.

- Man, what is with
you people?

- I'm just trying to get
something done here.

- It's a little chilly
out here.

Do you mind if I join you?

- Thank you.

- I didn't do anything,
Lieutenant.

I didn't touch her.
- I know that, Jim.

I know.

I bet when you enlisted,
you were in high school.

- College.

- You could have done anything
with your life,

and you chose
to serve your country.

- And if I testify,
my country will attack me.

- Not your country.

Some closed-minded people
who work for--

- A difference
without a distinction.

I'd like to help you
put Staff Sergeant in prison,

but if I do,
I'll be putting myself

in a prison
of my own making.

- Kind of like the one
you're in now?

You're worried how your fellow
soldiers will see you?

- I'm so far beyond that.

The least of my worries

is having people laughing at me
behind my back,

craning to get a look
at me in the shower.

But once I'm outed
to officials,

there's no going back in.

And by the stroke of a tweet
sent from Air Force One,

I could lose my job.

My career.

Everything I've ever
worked for.

- I know that things feel...

uncertain.

But do you get any comfort

knowing that that tweet
did not become a law?

- Today maybe.

What about tomorrow?

I don't know
what's gonna happen.

Do you?

- No, I don't.

- Look at me!

I'm a soldier, Lieutenant.

A damn good soldier.

I couldn't stand being
stuck behind a desk.

I love what I do.

This job is who I am.

- Do you have any family
in the military?

- No.

- Just the ones I made
after I enlisted.

- So when you enlisted,
you were just being a patriot?

You just wanted to help people.

In fact, you couldn't imagine
not helping people.

Believe me, I get it.

- I enlisted
to serve my country.

- Then serve its people.

- Tyler and I sat outside

while Billy was in the bedroom
with Sky.

When he came out, Tyler
went in and closed the door.

- I heard Sky scream.

- Definitely not.

But then it got quiet.

Maybe ten minutes later,
Tyler came out.

I saw Sky sitting on the foot
of the bed,

crying, holding her face.

- Tyler pushed me
into the room with her

and slammed the door closed.

He thought I wanted
to have sex with her.

- No.

But Sky didn't know it.

She hit me in the head
with a lamp.

I needed five stitches.

- What, if anything,
did Staff Sergeant Jones do?

- I guess he heard
the lamp break or me scream.

The next thing I knew,
he was in the bedroom,

physically assaulting her.

- That's right.

When he started strangling her,
I pulled him away,

and we all left.

- Objection!

- The witness just testified

that unlike
most red-blooded men,

he didn't want to have sex
with a beautiful woman.

I'd like to know why.

- Overruled.

- No.

- No.

- Objection.

- I'm a transgender man.

I believe that's what
you were getting at, Counselor.

You could have just asked me.

And because
you're so interested,

I'm physically able to have sex
with whoever I want.

- So you're saying
you were once a woman?

- No.
I was always a man.

- But your birth certificate
says "female."

Am I right?

- I'm just trying to establish
that Sergeant Preston

has been less than honest.

- My point is,

how can we trust a single word
this witness says

because he's been lying
to the army for years!

- Actually,
it's in my medical forms, sir.

- Yeah, but your friends,
your foxhole buddies,

they don't know the real you,
do they?

- I am the real me.

My gender identity
isn't relevant to what I do.

Just as whatever's
in your pants

isn't relevant to what you do.

- Then tell me this, Sergeant.

How can we be sure
that telling the truth

here today is relevant?

- Objection.

- Withdrawn.

For the record,

in exchange for your testimony
here today,

the state has agreed to drop
all charges against you.

Isn't that right?

- Yes.

- Right.

I'm done.

- Has the jury
reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

- On the charge of rape
in the first degree,

how do you find?

- We find the defendant,
Tyler Jones,

guilty.

- Members of the jury,
the State of New York

thanks you for your service.

- You didn't have to do this.

- No.
No, an apology is due.

- Well, accepted, but you don't
have to pretend you like me.

- Truth is, I didn't.

- Because of what I do.

- Um...

actually,

I've been, um...

dating this cardiologist,

and I thought things
were going great,

until he left
his credit card statement out,

and it turns out,
while I've been working late,

Dr. Al has been running around
with escorts.

- Working girls who take Amex.

I've...

counseled hundreds of women,
but...

when it happens to you,
you wonder...

what do they have that I don't?

- From my experience,

guys don't come to girls
like me

because their ladies
are lacking something.

They come because they are.

And the sad thing is,
they're never gonna find it.

.

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