All language subtitles for S10e03 Swing

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.

My father was the keeper
of the Eddystone Light

And he slept with a mermaid
one fine night

Out of this union
there came three

A porpoise, a porgy
and the other was me

"Yo ho ho",
the wind blows free

Oh, for the life
of the rolling sea

Get out of my house!

Get out!
What are you doing here?

Hey, Ronda!
Ronda, call 911.

Tell them we
have an intruder.

Hey! Hey, that's my shower
curtain! Get back here!

This crazy bitch terrified my
family. I want her arrested, now.

Sir, we have to locate
the suspect first.

How hard can that be?

She left her clothes
behind, and her wallet.

You go back in.

Liv. Patrol dumped
this one on us why?

Because the whack job was
found naked in the shower?

Elliot.
Last week, it was because

the guy had his Johnson out
taking a piss in the alley.

What's next? Felony puppy
humping in the dog run?

Elliot, I called you in.

Why? Because your spidey-sense

tells you she
was a rape victim?

Because she's your daughter.

Kathleen?

Elliot, you can't investigate this.

Sure, I can. I'm a cop.

Not tonight.
You're the parent of a perp.

Now, Patrol only
gave me the heads-up

because they found your business
card in Kathleen's wallet.

I'm not going to let the
precinct squad handle this.

I'm going
to find Kathleen.

Mr. And Mrs. Foster, hi.

My partner tells me you've never
seen this young woman before?

Never.

There's got to be a
connection between you and her.

Are you saying
we knew this psycho?

Maybe. Maybe you don't
realize from where.

Do either of you work
at Hudson University?

No, but our neighbors
have a son who goes there,

and they had a party
in their garden tonight.

That was probably how she
found her way into your house.

She just climbed over the garden
wall, saw the window open...

I'll go talk
to the neighbors.

There's no reason to believe that this
is nothing more than a harmless prank.

A prank?

She broke into our
house, she stripped naked,

and she took a shower.

My baby was asleep in the next
room. She could have been hurt.

I can understand that.

But there's no reason to believe
that this woman is dangerous.

It's just a college kid

behaving badly.

Can I get your name and badge number?

Detective Stabler.

Now, I get it. You're
trying to cover this up.

No, no. My daughter
would never hurt anyone.

Get out.

I am so busted. Stupid neighbors are
always ratting me out to my parents.

Liv. And I'm sure you don't deserve it.

Kathleen came back to the party
after her shower, but she didn't stay.

Where did she go?

I already told her.

With this dude Porter and a
couple of chicks I don't know.

I'm waiting for him to text me back.

How did it go
with the Fosters?

I stepped in it.

Porter's on his
way home to sack out.

He said the girls were heading
into Riverside Park on 83rd Street.

She's got no money.

She's got no clothes.
Elliot, she's not alone.

One of her girlfriends
probably took her home.

They're all drunk. They're
not thinking straight.

They'd be waving goodbye to
her, if a total stranger came up

and offered her a ride home in his van.

You can't think like that.

Don't talk to me
like I'm a civilian.

Hey. There's somebody on the playground.

Kathleen!

Daddy!
It's so cool you're here.

Come on! You've got to come try it!

If you tilt your head
back, it looks like

you're floating
in outer space,

like an astronaut above
some freaky planet. Come on!

I don't think so, honey.

Hey, Olivia. You want to come play?

That's probably not the
best idea, sweetie. Come on.

But...

Let's go.

But I don't want to go.
I'm having so much fun.

I don't want to go.

I don't...
I don't want to...

I don't want to
talk about it, Dad.

That's not an option.

Fine. Yell at me. I don't care.

Kathleen, I don't want
to fight with you. But...

You're in a lot
of trouble, here.

You broke into
someone's house.

I didn't break in.
The window was open.

That...

Don't try and play me. You
know legally it's a crime.

You going to lock me up?

I'm going to try and fix things
so that they don't get worse.

But you've got to
tell me what happened.

I took some pills.

What kind of pills?
I don't know.

Who gave them to you?
Some girl.

How long have
you been using?

It was the first time I tried
anything harder than vodka.

I swear, Dad.

I'm sorry.

I really
screwed up, again.

It's going to be okay,
honey. I'm going to fix this.

I made you
some hot cocoa.

Thanks, Mom.

Where are you going?

To find out who's
pushing pills at Hudson.

Last week, I came home,
she was painting the room.

She said she wanted
to live inside the sun.

I never know who
I'll find her with.

Could I have the names of
the guys that she's dating?

I don't know
those losers' names.

And I wouldn't
call it dating.

They do drugs?
Not in front of me.

Who's the girl
who's giving her pills?

Why are you asking me?
I don't do that stuff.

I don't hang out with people
who do, like your daughter.

She was my best friend.

We used to stay up all
night, cramming for Chem,

eating ice cream.

And then she stopped going
to class, or even coming home.

When I asked her to study
with me, she called me a geek.

Julia...

She's in trouble.

Please help me.

There's this girl
named Mikki Braithwaite.

Mikki Braithwaite?

It's the big bad wolf.

What can I do for you,
Officer?

I'm Kathleen Stabler's
father.

And you're here to tell me I'm a
terrible influence on Daddy's little girl?

Get lost. Get lost.

Get out of here.

Kathleen is screwed up on drugs. So?

You're her friend.
Try giving a damn.

Get a life, Pops.

Let go of me, you
pervert! You're hurting me!

Hey, you can't touch my stuff.

Yeah? Watch me.

What's this?
My tampons. You want one?

Told you.

Well, that looks
like cocaine to me.

You're in a world of hurt,
girl.

No, you are,
Detective Stabler.

I'm undercover.

Well, why don't you prove
that one to me, Officer Mikki?

It's Nikki.
Detective Nikki Brisling,

Manhattan South Narcotics,
Shield 9598.

Now, let's dance. Make it
look real, or my cover's blown

and my captain will have
your ass for breakfast.

I've been undercover at Hudson
since the start of the fall term.

Someone's moving some
major weight through campus.

I read
about the two ODs.

Three, actually.

So Narcotics sent me in.

Lucky me. I get to suffer
through Beowulf all over again.

And hang with my kid.

She tell you I was on the job? Yeah.

And you worked her anyway.

Not as a target.

She's not dealing, Detective.
Just using.

What's she on?

Coke and downers.

She gets real high, and uses
Valium to smooth out the crash.

Get her into rehab.

By next semester, she'll be back
in school getting straight A's.

Who's dealing at Hudson?

I can't tell you that.

And you know better than to ask...
Really? I have a right to know.

You give out sensitive intel to
the parents of kids you collar?

El.
What?

Your wife's downstairs
and she's upset.

Kathy, what's wrong?

She's gone.

Kathleen's gone.
What do you mean, she's gone?

What happened?
She said she was hungry,

so I made her a sandwich, and
when I took it up to her room,

she'd snuck out the window
and down the oak tree.

What the hell
were you thinking?

Why didn't you just stay with
her? Don't blame this on me.

We'll find her.
We'll find her.

Maybe she went
back to Hudson.

No.
I don't think so.

She's got some tension
with her roommate.

Where do we start?

I have an idea.

Who's she? It's a long
story. What have you got?

There's an abandoned
dry cleaners on 2nd and A

where Hudson students
hang out and get high.

What's back there?

What the hell are you doing?
Police!

Whoa! Whoa! She picked me up in a bar.

Shut up.

Kathleen. Kathleen. Kathleen!

Kathleen!

She's OD'd.
What's she on?

I don't know.
She took a bunch of pills.

We had to sedate her.

After we pumped her stomach,
she became very agitated.

Your daughter
is very sick.

You mean
she's a junkie.

No. She's self-medicating on street
drugs to cope with her illness.

What's wrong with her?
Well,

based on her behavior and
the history you gave us,

Kathleen's drug and alcohol
abuse, the hyper-sexuality,

the DWI, the credit card
she stole,

we think it's
bipolar disorder.

My daughter's not crazy.

I didn't say she was
crazy. I said she's sick.

How can we help her?

BPD can be managed with medication.

Once we get her on lithium, the chances
are good that she can lead a normal life.

I can't do this.

No. Don't go.

I need some air.

Whatever you're
going to say, don't.

Something's come up.

Can it wait?
No.

All right.
What is it?

The owners of the house that
Kathleen broke into filed a complaint.

Well, I saw that coming.

Not against you.

On Kathleen. They claim
some jewelry is missing.

A diamond pendant.

Kathleen was wearing a diamond pendant

when we found her
on the playground.

Cubic zirconia. I gave that
to her for her 18th birthday.

Maybe the homeowners are trying to
pull an insurance scam, you know?

They're using the break-in
to file a false claim.

It wouldn't be the first time, but,

unfortunately, their lawyers have lodged
a complaint with the D.A.'s office,

demanding her arrest.

I can't help you. My office
may prosecute your daughter.

It's a misdemeanor. It's
criminal trespass, at best.

It's a felony now.

That necklace was
worth a lot of money.

Kathleen's looking at grand
larceny three, burg two.

How about if
I talk to the homeowners?

They're claiming you used your
badge to sweep this under the rug.

No, no, no. Look, I would
have done the same thing

even if Kathleen
weren't my daughter.

Really? How many junkie
thieves you let slide recently?

Look, if they've
got a beef with me,

they can bring
me up on charges.

Kim,

my daughter is in
a bad way right now,

but she's a good kid.

So I hear, Elliot.

But my hands are tied.

What do you mean?
There are alternatives.

Drug treatment, counseling. You
cut deals every day out of here.

Yeah, but I can't discuss that with
you. I've said too much already.

I've got to do something.

Get Kathleen
a good lawyer.

I won't let her go
to Rikers.

The doctor says
she's mentally ill.

Hypothetically speaking,

if a defendant has a diagnosed
psychiatric condition,

she can't be arrested if she's
admitted to a mental health facility.

Your new A.D.A.
Is a smart cookie.

Loony bin's the safest place to
hide from the long arm of the law.

I have to say, Elliot,
I'm surprised you called me.

My daughter needed a shark.
You're the deadliest one I know.

Thanks. Look, if I can
get the necklace back,

you think we could
do some horse trading?

Maybe swap it for a walk?

Don't.

If you admit Kathleen has the necklace,

then you're handing them the evidence

to convict her on
the larceny charge.

Let me introduce you to
Kathleen. Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, you're not
going at her without me in there.

I'm not going at her at all. I'm on your
side this time. Try to remember that.

I will. I'm still going in there.

Only if you want to be called as
a witness against your daughter.

You know a third
party in the room

nullifies
attorney-client privilege.

Don't worry.
I'll be gentle.

Elliot...

Detectives Jawarski and
Corman from the D.A.'s squad.

Sorry for your troubles,
but we've got to take her in.

She's being admitted as a psych patient.

Smart move.

It's not a game.
I'm not crazy!

Hey, honey. Honey.
Go back inside, baby.

No! This bitch wants to lock me up.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
They do.

Fine.
Take me away, boys.

You don't understand what you're doing.

I'm not going
to the nut house.

You're going if I have
to commit you myself.

You can't. Kathleen's 19.
Legally, it's her choice.

She's in no shape
to make that decision.

The doctor said she's not a
danger to herself or others.

Without showing homicidal
or suicidal behavior,

they cannot
forcibly commit her.

Told you. I brought you
here to help me with her.

She's my client, Elliot.
Not you.

I've got to respect her wishes,
even if I don't agree with them.

Come here. Come here.
Listen to me. Listen to me.

They're going to take you
down to Central Booking.

Arraignments are
down for the weekend.

That means you're going to be in
a cell with the scum of the earth

until Monday morning.
Do you understand that?

So?

You sure you don't want
to listen to your dad?

I'm sick of him telling me
what to do. This is my life!

Kathleen Stabler, you are under
arrest for burglary and grand larceny.

Detective, step back.

You want to do something
about your partner, here?

Elliot. You've got
to let this play out.

You have the
right to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be...

Listen to me.
I'll go with her.

And I will stay with
her as long as I can.

Okay.

Breathe, you two.
She's fine.

You saw Kathleen?

I just came back
from Central Booking.

She's entertaining the
entire holding cell.

The hookers really love her
version of I Will Survive.

She's manic.
But she's perfectly safe.

She's okay
until arraignment.

And then what?

The D.A.'s amenable
to a lesser charge,

but the victims
are out for blood.

What's the game plan?

Kathleen refuses to admit
that she has a mental illness,

so the psych defense
is out.

We'll have to go
on the offensive.

Put the victims on trial.

It's good, isn't it?

Wait, I don't understand.

The homeowners claim Kathleen broke in,

but the husband went next door
to complain about the music.

He could have met
Kathleen at the party,

snuck her inside his house
for a little shower scene.

The wife wakes up.

He concocts
the intruder story,

so he wouldn't
have to explain

the naked girl
in his bathroom.

You want to lie to the judge?

We don't know what
happened that night, Kathy.

Kathleen knows. Why don't you ask her?

I don't want the truth.
I just need a plausible story

that gives the jury
reasonable doubt.

You're constantly
complaining about

the dirty tricks that
defense attorneys play,

and now you want to do the same thing?

That's work.
This is about Kathleen.

No.
This is about you.

Don't go there. I'm not
going there. Don't go there.

Hey, now, is there
some history here?

Some skeletons in the
closet I should know about?

Bipolar disorder
runs in families.

If we could
show the court

that Kathleen is
predisposed to BPD,

then the judge might consider
alternative sentencing.

Right. Psychiatric
treatment instead of jail.

Yes.

But it will only happen if
Kathleen admits she's sick.

She won't. She won't.

Or, we can show a family
history. It's up to you, Elliot.

Coming, Gladys. They won't
mind if I'm five minutes...

Elliot.

Hi, Mom.

Well, come in. Come in.

I just have to
make one phone call.

Sit down.
Just toss the magazines.

Gladys? Bernadette.

I can't go with you today.

No, no, no. It's okay.
It's okay. My son is here.

Right.

Okay.
I'll talk to you.

Okay, that's done.
I'll just get some lemonade.

No, I'm fine, Mama.

I'll be right with you.

It's hot as Hades out there.

I hope you have
air-conditioning.

But you know, the ocean
air is so wonderful.

I just... I can't bring
myself to shut it out.

It's so wonderful
to see you, Elliot.

You look great.

How long has it been?

I don't know.
A couple of years.

You didn't call me
when Eli was born.

Kathy did.

Yeah.

How is everyone?

Everyone's fine.

Nope. You're lying.

I can always tell.
You squint.

Kathleen got arrested.

But you're
taking care of it?

Well, I'm trying.
I mean...

You know a lot of people.
You can pull strings.

I mean,
people who can help.

I need your help.
Mine?

You haven't
asked me for my help

since I taught you
how to ride a bicycle.

Mama...

Kathleen, she's got
emotional problems.

Little Katie...

I don't believe it.

The doctor says she's bipolar.
She's manic depressive.

Doctors? Those idiots.

She's just high-spirited.
She gets it from me.

That's why I'm here.

Why?

I need you to
talk to the judge.

And say what, exactly?

That you have problems, too.

Me?

That's ridiculous.

Mom, you know what I'm talking about.

No.

What...

The mood swings.

Your ideas.
The crazy ideas.

What crazy ideas?

Mama...

Hitchhiking to Santa Fe
to meet Georgia O'Keeffe.

Well, the woman was a genius.

The cops saw you on the side of
the BQE, picked you up in your slip.

Well, I was wearing
it as a cocktail dress.

When I was 10, you wanted to
go to Paris to be a painter.

But I am a painter. Look, they
sell my work on the boardwalk.

You took me to the airport and tried
to buy tickets with your Macy's card.

That was the only credit card
your father would allow me to have.

And when Dad picked us up at JFK...

No, it was Idlewild...

Every time he
brought you back home,

you got into bed and you
stayed there for a month.

Yeah, because I was upset.

Because he was always
trying to crush my dreams.

They're fantasies.

"Fantasies. "

You're just like your father.

All buttoned up. No
imagination. No spirit.

But if anything is just a
little out of the ordinary,

it scares you to death,
doesn't it?

Anything that doesn't fit
into your neat little boxes,

you just can't take it.

Mom, this is not about me.

I need you to help your
granddaughter, Kathleen.

Well, just help her yourself.

Just go tell the judge that your
mother's nuttier than a fruitcake.

Mom, I need you to talk to the judge.

Mom. Mom, don't
walk away from me.

I need some air.

Mom.

Mom...

Look, I didn't come here to upset you.

You didn't?

I just
want to help Kathleen.

Mom...

Are you sure they're right?
The doctors?

I'm sure.

Was I a bad mother?

No.

Well, then, how come I haven't seen
you for the last three years, huh?

Every time I go to the city, I see Kathy
and the kids, but you're never home.

Mom, it's the job.

Things come up. I've gotta do overtime.

I heard that line
for 27 years.

Every time your father
didn't want to do something,

he suddenly had
to pull a double.

You've been avoiding me.

I'm avoiding you?
Yes.

The minute Dad dies, you
sell the house and leave town,

and I'm avoiding you.

Well, what was
I supposed to do?

Spend the rest of
my life on my knees,

saying my rosary and
praying for his immortal soul?

Well, he sure as hell
needed it.

And then some.

That life wasn't for me. I felt like
I was suffocating. Like I would...

I would die if I spent
another minute there.

Here, at least,
I can breathe.

You couldn't breathe
around your son?

You didn't need me.

Until now.

You're wrong.

I always needed
you in my life.

But it wasn't your
life. It isn't your life.

You're living your father's
life all over again.

If you could only find a
way to be your own man...

I knew
this was a mistake.

Hey, you wanted
to be an architect!

Do you remember that?
Hey, wait a minute.

I didn't want to be an
architect, I wanted to be a cop.

Oh, no.
You were very talented.

You used to build the most
amazing buildings with your blocks

and your Legos.
I was eight years old.

I was eight years old.

You would sketch
these fantastic...

I was eight years old!

...cities with
skyscrapers going up

to the heavens.
It was kid stuff.

It was your passion! What
happened to it? Where did it go?

Into responsibilities.

Into taking care of my children.

I don't have the
luxury of staying in bed

for a month when things don't go my way.

Okay, I'm sorry. Listen to me.

Please, help me.
Please, help me.

Just admit you're sick,
please.

Elliot...

If you could just
take a deep breath,

smell the ocean air.

Feel the sun on
your face, the wind.

The sand beneath your...
Oh, I know.

Let's build a sandcastle.
Okay?

Like we used to
when you were little.

Remember that
summer that we...

I'd rented a cottage in
Wildwood for the whole summer?

And you used to come out every
morning and start digging.

And then, by sunset, you'd
have this whole metropolis.

And then,
you'd cry like a baby

when the tide came
and washed it all away.

Do you know what I
remember about that summer?

The night you told
Dad you were leaving us.

Do you remember that?

No.

You were running around, shouting
how you needed to be free.

You know, we're going to need
some shells for the windows.

When Dad picked me up in his
arms, you ran off and got his gun.

You threatened to kill
yourself. Do you remember that?

Oh, yeah, and some
pebbles for the moat.

Do you remember
him laughing at you,

because it was only the millionth
time that he'd heard that from you?

And when I cried, you lifted up
the revolver and you shot at us.

I know.

We'll need seaweed for Rapunzel's
hair, hanging down from the tower.

I remember that
crazed look on your face.

This is going to be good.

I wondered why you hated us
so much, you wanted us dead.

Come on, Elliot, we need
sticks for the drawbridge.

Stop it. Stop it.
What?

Why did you do that?

It's okay.
I can do it again.

Goodbye, Mom.

I want to apologize for
what my daughter did.

Save your breath.

A pretty speech isn't going
to make me drop the charges.

I didn't expect it to.

It was Ronda's
great-grandmother's.

She'll be happy
to have it back.

Kathleen took it.

What you just told me could
put your daughter behind bars.

Yes.

It's the only
way to save her.

"Docket ending 0401.

"People of the State of New York
v. Kathleen Louise Stabler. "

How does
the defendant plead?

Sorry, not guilty.
Bail?

The People request remand,
Your Honor.

The defendant's a flight risk.

A 19-year-old girl,

whose police officer
father is in the courtroom,

ready to guarantee her
continued appearance? Please.

She already absconded
from her parents' care.

It's pre-arrest.
That's a family matter.

Your Honor, this is a
classic case of overcharging.

It's a misdemeanor,
at best.

She stole a diamond necklace.
That's a felony.

The victim's property was recovered
from the defendant by her own father.

Elliot?
Dad?

I hate you.
I hate you!

Order!

Kiss my ass, bitch.

Order!
Remove the defendant!

Don't touch me.
No, Daddy, Daddy!

Help me! Help me!
They're hurting me! Daddy!

What the hell did you do?
She needs help.

You think that's what she's
going to get at Rikers?

Why didn't you come to me?
You were trying to get her off.

Isn't that what
you hired me to do?

Well, I changed my mind.

If she says she's not
going to the hospital,

she'll be forcibly
medicated in jail.

You bastard!

Kathy called?
Yeah.

I'm in the doghouse
with her.

Yeah.

And you, too?

Elliot...

We've been
partners for 11 years.

You know everything
about me.

Even the parts
that I'd rather forget.

How come you never told
me about your mother?

It never came up. You
made sure it never came up.

Well, Liv, what do
you want me to tell you?

Things happen,
I deal with it,

I move on. I'm not
going to wallow in it.

Elliot, let me
tell you something.

Bottling it up inside
hasn't worked for you.

And neither has beating up
perps, or walls, or garbage cans.

Kathleen may be sick,

but you're the one with the problem.

I'm through the looking
glass here, Liv.

I never thought I'd see
my daughter locked up,

or glad she's in Rikers.

Well, it sounds like you've
got it all worked out.

It was the only option I had.

Can I warm that up?
Yes, thank you.

Olivia Benson?

I never thought we'd meet.

Mrs. Stabler,
thank you for coming.

Bernie. Please.

I haven't been "Mrs. " anything
for an awfully long time.

What can I get for you,
hon?

I'll just have
some water, please.

Well, I can see why you
scare the pants off of Kathy.

I was always grateful that there weren't
women in the Department in my day.

Of course,

Joe made do with chasing nurses.

Thank you.

And does he
ever talk about me?

Today was the first time.

I've always thought that...

I was dead?

Yeah. My boy plays it
pretty close to the vest.

Gets that
from his father.

I wanted to talk
to you about...

First, let me show
you something, okay?

There.

That was the Thanksgiving Day pageant.

He was a carrot.

Yeah.
I made that myself,

out of orange felt
and green feathers.

I remember his father saying,
"Well, at least he's not a fruit. "

The youngest picture
I've ever seen of Elliot is

the day he entered
the Academy.

That's because he's
erased his childhood.

See, I...

I made certain choices,

and I lost my son.

Thank you
for showing me the photos.

Well, it was...

It was selfish.

I just needed you to know.

Know what?

That I tried to
be a good mother.

Elliot is a good man.

And I know him well enough to know

that he didn't get
it from his father.

Thank you for that, dear.

See...

He was always embarrassed
about my flamboyance.

He would have liked a
more conventional mother.

So, you were always

different.
Yeah.

My mother used to call
me a "flibbertigibbet. "

I've been accused
of being impulsive,

irresponsible, flighty.

And those are just
the "G" rated words.

But you never saw a doctor?

In my day,

eccentricity was tolerated.

You know, now, they've
got a pill for everything.

Did you ever
try medication?

Once.

I...

I had a fight with Joe,

and his gun went off.

He had me committed.

And they tied me down, and they
forced pills down my throat.

I felt like
an empty shell,

like someone had reached inside
of me and scooped out my soul.

And I would rather be dead
than go to that place again.

You know?

I mean,
I am what I am.

I accept myself, and I
live life on my own terms.

But you pay
a pretty steep price.

Yeah, well, maybe I do.

But it's my life,

and I'm not going to go parading
myself in front of some court,

and announce to the world

that I'm crazy.

But would you do it
for your granddaughter?

Grandma B?

My little Katie.
Come here, baby.

You got two, three minutes,
and then I gotta get her back.

Okay. I owe you big time.

I can't believe you're here.

Well...

How could I miss the opportunity to
see how ravishing you are in DayGIo?

I understand you've
been getting yourself

into all kinds
of trouble, huh?

Are you going to
yell at me, too?

Me? Your partner in crime?

Remember...

Remember when we took your
grandfather's fedora for the snowman?

And his
last Cuban cigar?

He was pretty pissed.
Yeah.

But you told him to get stuffed.

Yeah, well, I was

trying not to
curse in front of you.

As if the "F" bomb doesn't
get dropped at my house.

Usually at me.

Grandma,

do you think I'm crazy?

Do you feel crazy?

I don't know.

It's like the world is full
of these tingling force fields,

and everything I touch makes me shimmer.

Yeah. And then...

Sometimes just the thought
of getting out of bed

makes you so tired, you feel
like you need a 12-hour nap?

Yeah.
Well...

That's the price we pay
for greatness, honey.

The higher you fly,
the farther you fall.

Well, this time I
crashed and burned.

Dad hates me.

No. He doesn't hate you.

Believe me. If he hated you, he'd
just walk right out of your life.

I'm in jail.
He put me here.

No. You put yourself here.

So, you came here to tell
me you agree with him?

In 1969, there was
this amazing snowstorm.

It was a blizzard. Everybody
was snowbound for days.

Everyone except
me and your father.

I drove us into the city.

We were the only car on
Broadway. It was just glorious.

I drove faster and faster.

I felt like I was
driving a magical sleigh.

Your father was scared. He kept
shouting, "Stop, Mommy. Stop. "

But I was
chasing snowflakes.

So many
beautiful snowflakes.

Until I chased
one into a lamppost.

I totaled the car.

And I broke
your daddy's arm.

He never told me that story.

No. He never told anybody
what really happened.

See, we all make mistakes,
Katie. There's no shame in that.

But you do have to take
responsibility for your actions.

I've done a lot
of bad stuff, too.

With boys.

You're a beautiful girl.
Boys have always liked you.

They just wanted sex.

And I gave it to them.

A lot of them.

Even ones I didn't know.

When I think about it,
it makes me want to die.

Honey...

There's nothing we
can do about the past.

But you can
start fresh tomorrow.

How?

By hugging
the ones who love you,

even when you think that
they might not want it.

It's time.

Wait. You didn't answer
my question, Grandma.

Do you think I'm crazy?

I think you're different.

Like me.

I've lived the life I wanted to live,

and I've paid
a terrible price.

Okay. Now you have to
do something for me.

Anything.

Don't tell him I was here.

How do
you plead, Miss Stabler?

Guilty, Your Honor.

The People have agreed to
accept a pre-indictment plea

to the lesser
included misdemeanor.

And in return, the defendant has agreed

to enter inpatient
psychiatric treatment.

Are
the victims on board?

They are.

Miss Stabler,
are you prepared to cooperate

with your doctors?

Yes. I know I have a problem,
and I want to get help.

I'll take medication.

I will
accept the guilty plea.

If the defendant completes her
treatment, the charge will be dismissed.

I want to see you back here in
six months for a status check.

What the hell
just happened?

Maybe God remembered how
cute you were as a carrot.