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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.

- Is she there? - Shh.

I'm getting a warm feeling, almost like, um,

someone is cooking?

Warmth. Spices.

It's like it's cold outside and you're eating stew.

- That's her.

That's Grace. That's my sister, Grace.

She visited Morocco one time and started cooking tagine

every chance she got.

- Yeah.

- Is there anything else?

- Shh.

Sorry. She's gathering.

She--she--she really wants me to get this right.

Um...

She's happy.

She misses her life.

She holds no ill will.

- [sniffles]

When she died, we had a--

had a big fight about whether

she was doing enough for the cancer.

I was such an ass.

- She gets it.

She really does.

She loves you.

- Ask her about the Rollies.

- The Rollies? Is that a food?

- Our dad's Rolexes.

She had them,

but we've been going through her stuff and no Rollies.

She had them only 'cause she's the one who moved him

into the nursing home.

I would have, but I was working.

- I--

[suspenseful music]

She, uh--

- Yeah?

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry. She's quiet.

- Then ask her again.

♪ ♪

Ask her again.

They're worth, like, tens of thousands of dollars.

- I hear you.

There's nothing.

I-I don't even know if she's still here.

- Get her back!

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

- [gasps]

- What happened to your arms?

♪ ♪

- [blows]

♪ ♪

- I'm really sorry.

♪ ♪

[line ringing]

- Oh, come on.

- 911. What's your emergency?

- Hi, I'd like to report a sexual assault.

It was 4:30 a.m.

- You were awake? - No, I heard something,

and I opened my eyes to see what time it was.

And then I realized, yes, there is--

like, a floorboard is creaking,

there's somebody in my room, and then he's on me.

- Did you see him? - No.

He used a pillow or something to cover my head.

And he's, like, holding my wrists really hard.

But then he let go of one of my wrists.

Like, I guess he is--

[sighs]

I guess he was, like, going for my underwear.

So then I--

I could feel him,

like, against my leg,

and then...

something--

I don't know--

Possessed me,

a voice saying "fight back.

Don't give up."

And somehow, I pushed him off,

and he fell to the ground.

And I heard him run.

- That was incredibly brave, Beatrice.

So we're gonna need the underwear

that you were wearing.

- Why?

- To test for DNA.

- He didn't ejaculate.

- Well, there's potentially pre-seminal fluid

or touch DNA that we can recover.

- I threw them out.

- Oh, okay.

Well, we will retrieve them,

and hopefully there's no cross contamination.

- Okay. They're right here. I can get them for you.

- Let's let CSU get them.

- Sorry.

- So, um, you think that he came in

through the bedroom window.

- Yes, the lock is broken up there.

It's been broken for a really long time.

- You said that this happened at 4:30 a.m.,

but the 911 call wasn't placed until 10:02 a.m.

- Was there a reason for the delay in reporting the crime?

- Yeah. No--

- Hey, uh, captains.

♪ ♪

- Yeah? What's going on? - Tell her.

- Hey, I don't wanna be arrested or wrapped up

in whatever's going on. I'm just doing my job.

- He's a locksmith.

- That woman called me this morning,

said her window was broken, needed fixing.

I'm not an accomplice to any crime.

I actually like cops.

- So what you're saying is that the crime scene

has been tampered with.

- Yeah, by the victim.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[camera shutter snapping]

- I mean, it all happened very quickly.

Uh, so I heard him run downstairs.

And at first I was gonna follow him because,

like I said, I was just possessed by something,

just filled with adrenaline or whatever.

And he was gone, and so then I turned around.

I ran to my little girl's room, make sure she was okay.

- Okay. And how old is she? - She's seven.

- All right. And what's her name?

- Oh, why do you need to know her name?

- Um, for my report.

- Uh, Emma. She was asleep.

She slept through the whole thing.

So I just thought, like, why wake her?

And I closed the door to her room.

I just stayed there till it was time to wake her up.

- And what time was that? - 6:00.

That's when we get up for school.

And then I knew.

Yeah, I had a client at 9:30, so I didn't want

to cancel that last minute.

- So that's why you waited to call 911?

- Yes.

- Got it.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, they don't have a dog in here, do they?

♪ ♪

- So in your job as a fortune teller--

- Clairvoyant. My apologies.

Do you--do you read minds?

- I communicate with loved ones who are deceased.

- So you speak for the dead?

- No, I listen to the dead for the living.

[door squeaking]

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

- Hey. Find anything?

- Yeah. Check this out.

- And what am I looking at?

- Doorbell cam footage from across the street.

4:34 a.m.

- I don't get it. Where's our guy?

- Exactly. Nobody comes out.

- What about the back door?

- There is no back door.

- Look, either you're saying that she's lying,

which--what's that about?

- Griff, I haven't said anything yet.

- Then we are saying the perp never left, which, I've--

trust me, I've looked around.

There's nobody here.

- [screaming]

You sick perverts!

- Ma'am, I'm sorry.

- You come to have your way with me?

- We're NYPD. All right? - Get out.

Out, out, out!

Now!

[tense music]

- Nobody here?

♪ ♪

- Do your clients ever go beyond this room?

Would any of them know about-- about the broken window

in the bedroom?

- You mean you think it was a client?

- Well, I imagine in your line of work,

you come across a lot of, you know, eccentric characters.

- Why, because they're seeing a clairvoyant?

- No, that--that-- that's not what I mean.

- I mean, they're distraught.

They miss somebody, but they're not--

they're not violent, not really.

- Excuse me.

You didn't think to warn us that

there was someone else in the house?

- Oh, my God, Mom.

Did you disturb her? Is she okay?

- Is she okay?

- But I thought her door was locked.

- Hold on, you lock your mother in her room?

- Yes, she has Alzheimer's, so if she's left unattended,

she wanders around.

She--she--she inevitably trips and falls,

and she hurts herself. So I--

- So, Beatrice, that really sounds like a lot, you know.

Maybe you should think about getting some help.

- We had an attendant.

Now it's just me.

- Okay. What happened to the attendant?

- I had to fire him because he was stealing her jewelry,

so that's--that's why Emma and I moved home

last month so we could help my mom.

[indistinct voices]

Ow!

- You didn't lock the door.

- Um...

- Can you see yourself out?

- Of course.

Yeah.

- Excuse me. Stephen Dowd.

- Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?

- Uh, sure.

I'll park you right over there,

and I'll be right back, Mr. Cohen.

- Hell no.

You're not gonna leave me here parked under some bridge.

You guys can talk to him, but I'm staying.

- Okay.

We are here to talk to you about your employment

for Beatrice and Sarah Witt.

- Let me guess, she told you I stole something?

I didn't steal anything.

- Well, that's not what Beatrice said.

- I told Beatrice that Sarah's necklace was missing.

Then she turned it around and says

I'm trying to say that to make it seem like it wasn't me.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

Beatrice was probably grabbing the jewelry herself.

- [scoffs]

Beatrice stealing from her mother?

- I saw the bills piling up.

She needs the money.

That's the reason she let me go.

They couldn't afford me.

- Where were you this morning between the hours

of 3:00 and 5:00 a.m.?

- I was finishing my shift with Miles here.

I pull an overnight usually with him on Sundays.

- Yeah, that's true.

I had him wiping my ass in the middle of the night.

- All right. Okay. - [chuckling]

- Miles, please.

- All right, we'll contact you if we have

any more questions, all right?

- Honestly, I was happy to be out of that house.

- Why's that?

[uneasy music]

- There'd be times I'd leave Sarah alone,

asleep in her chair.

I'd come back, a drawer across the room is suddenly open,

but Sarah's supposedly still asleep.

I'm not superstitious-- [chuckles]

But something creepy's going on in that house.

♪ ♪

- Hey, uh, anyone hear from our man Bruno?

- Yeah, I talked to him this morning.

- He joined a chess club.

- Seriously? - He may be joking.

I don't always get his humor.

- So there was no luck with the neighborhood canvassing.

No one saw or heard a thing.

- So what do we have on local recent crime?

- There was a burglar five weeks ago,

but he's been in jail ever since.

- Peeping Toms, other gateway crimes?

- Nothing. - And the vic is a psychic.

Too bad she didn't foresee this coming.

- I went to a palm reader once. - Yeah? How'd that go?

- You know, she told me that I was gonna have three children.

- It's a lucky guess.

- Probably, but there are some things out there

without an explanation.

- The explanation is usually someone's BS'ing.

- I saw a ghost once when I was ten.

- And?

- Yeah, it was a Saturday morning,

and I was the only one awake in my house.

I look at the end of the hall.

There's a beautiful woman there--don't smile--

a beautiful woman and she waved at me,

and then she was gone.

- I'd say your dad was stepping out.

- [laughs] - I mean, all I'm saying is

there's no ghosts.

There's no poltergeist.

It's just us. - Amen.

- Us and the aliens. - Oh, God.

- Aliens? - Aliens.

- Do you hear this? - Guys, please, don't. Don't.

Don't get him started.

So Beatrice just sent over the name

of a client that spooked her.

So you two, go knock on some doors.

- I asked her to contact a dead spirit.

- Oh, we're sorry for your loss.

- Oh, I didn't lose anyone, not like that.

My ex had broken up with me to date her coworker.

- How's a clairvoyant supposed to help with that?

- To see if she could send an evil spirit to haunt the guy.

If he were to drop dead from fright...

- What? Your ex is gonna back to you?

- Maybe.

- How'd that work out for you?

- She refused to do it.

Said it would violate her ethics as a clairvoyant.

But who knew there were ethics?

- Well, I--I bet that pissed you off, yeah?

- Honestly, she really helped me.

She said she'd been through a pretty brutal breakup herself

with the father of her kid.

And the thing she learned was,

you can really live through a lot more than you expect.

It was like therapy.

Is she okay?

[knocking]

- I just need a week.

I swear I'll pay the second my funds are released.

- NYPD.

- [scoffs]

Rent is a civil matter between leaser and leasee.

- We could barely find you.

You've been evicted so many times for not paying rent.

- You'd think all the money he's saving,

he'd be able to afford child support.

- Well, I haven't received a notice

or any subpoenas regarding that matter.

- Don't worry about that 'cause we've alerted your employer,

Rapid Ramp Garage on 37th Street.

Yeah, they're gonna be

garnishing your wages going forward.

- God damn it!

Thanks a lot. - Hey!

what are you doing?

- Now I gotta find new employment and a new apartment.

- Oh, I bet Beatrice is bugging you to pay up, yeah?

- I'm not answering anything.

- Where were you yesterday between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m.?

- No answer.

- 'Cause we have reason to believe that you were so angry

and you were so frustrated that you broke

into her house and you assaulted her.

- That's so messed up. You don't have any proof.

- We got motive. - Well, it wasn't me.

- Hey, you think a jury is gonna believe you?

Huh?

You've got a rap sheet to the floor

including second-degree assault.

- I was at the CVS on 53rd.

- You were shopping at 4:00 a.m.?

- Talk to the security guard.

He's the one who accused me of shoplifting, which I wasn't.

It's on the security camera. He showed me.

You know, I might be a criminal, but so is Beatrice.

She's a fraud

and a liar.

You know she got arrested for that, right?

- Look, it was all a mistake.

I dropped the complaint. - Right, but just to be clear,

you, Madam Zorrill, aka Bonnie Mark,

filed a fortune-telling complaint against Beatrice?

- Yeah. - And you're saying that's not

the least bit hypocritical?

- What I do is for entertainment.

Never claimed otherwise.

- So your complaint is, Beatrice tries to pass off

what she's doing as real?

- That was my complaint.

- So why you change your mind?

- 'Cause I think she's actually the real deal.

- Real--what, you think she can actually talk to the dead?

- After she got the complaint from the cops,

she came to me to talk.

And while she was here, she told me that my mother,

who's been dead for two years...

appreciates the flowers I buy for her.

- Buying flowers for the dead isn't exactly a unique idea.

Maybe she saw you taking flowers to your mother's grave.

- I put them in a vase in a private shrine in my apartment.

And Beatrice knew they were peonies.

Look, I don't even believe in this stuff, all right,

but that woman,

I can't explain.

Maybe it's 'cause she's had so much trauma in her life.

- Trauma being her sexual assault?

- You don't know?

Sit.

- I'm good.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

- Thing about that house she lives in,

it's cursed.

Her mother...

is a murderer.

- Who'd she kill?

♪ ♪

- Beatrice's father.

♪ ♪

- He came home, and there-- there was a--

this crazed look in his eyes.

I mean, he would-- he'd got that way a lot,

but this was the worst.

I told him to sleep it off,

and he punched me in the face

and--and--and tried to rip off my pants.

So I scratched his eyes,

and he pushed me and grabbed the fire poker.

And then he starts hitting me.

[suspenseful music]

He wanted to kill me.

- I heard some noises.

- What noises?

- Yelling and a really loud bang.

- The revolver?

- What's that?

- The gun.

[suspenseful music]

Did you go to see what had happened?

It's okay. You're not in trouble.

- Mommy says not to leave my room when Daddy's angry.

- Did that happen a lot?

Did he ever hurt you?

Did you leave the room when you heard the loud bang?

- No.

I always listen to Mommy.

- So neighbors often saw Mr. Gerald Witt drunk,

and sometimes they thought they heard

screams from inside the house.

- Where did the revolver come from?

- Registered to Mr. Witt.

Sarah reported that the gun fell to the ground

as he was beating her.

She grabbed it, shot him in the heart.

- So self-defense. - DA didn't bring a case.

- I mean, we've been thinking that Beatrice

has been hiding something, right?

Maybe this is it.

Both Sarah and Beatrice were abused by the father.

Look, I know she might not be all there,

but I think we gotta question Sarah.

- Okay.

- You know, I never really know what I'm gonna get

every time I open the door.

I mean, she does have moments of clarity, but please,

please don't agitate her.

- I can promise you that is not our intent.

- Okay. - We'd also like to speak

with your daughter, Emma.

- Why?

- Because she was home at the time of the attack.

- You wanna talk to my seven-year-old daughter,

who slept through the whole thing?

- We'd be derelict in our duties if we didn't.

- Well, how am I supposed to explain that what

you want to talk to her about is Mommy almost

getting raped in her home while she's sleeping?

If this guy gets to go free because my girl

got to stay innocent, I really am okay with that

because what I am not gonna teach my daughter

today or any day is that I can't protect her.

- May we please at least talk to your mother?

- Hey, Mommy.

Come on in.

- Ms. Witt.

Hello.

May I call you Sarah?

My name's Detective Griffin.

I'm gonna ask you a few questions, all right,

and if you can hear me--

it'd be great if you could give me any sort of response,

either verbal or raise your hand

or nod your head or something, all right?

Ms. Witt, have you seen anyone enter or leave the brownstone

that should not be here?

- Gerald?

[dramatic music]

Gerald?

Is that you? - No.

I'm--I'm sorry, ma'am. My name is Detective Griffin.

- Oh, Gerald.

We were so young,

and I hate you!

[spits] - Whoa, Mom.

- I hate you! - Hey, Mom--

- Burn in hell!

- Mommy, that's not him. That's not him.

Mom, that's not Gerald. - I hate you!

- Mommy, it's not-- - Go to hell!

- Mama, Mama, it's okay.

That's not him. That is not him.

- Ah. - That is not him.

- Can I use your bathroom please?

- I'm sorry, okay?

I know you're just trying to do your job,

but so am I, as a mother.

- I get it. I understand.

You wanna tell me what happened with Gerald, your father?

- [scoffs]

What do you wanna know?

He came home drunk every night.

I'd be in my bed asleep,

and then I'd hear those heavy footsteps

boom, boom, boom down the hallway,

and then he'd beat her.

But you know all of that already, right?

- Yeah, I read the police reports.

- Okay, so.

So you don't like me. - I'm sorry. What?

- No, I don't want-- I'm not trying to offend you.

I'm just--I don't need to be a psychic to see that, you know?

- Well, like has nothing to do with this job.

- Okay, so what does? - The truth.

- Your mom doesn't have any sort

of infectious diseases, does she?

- You don't think I've been truthful?

- Can you communicate with the dead?

- Ever since I was little, I've always had this feeling

like I can talk to people who weren't there.

Now, maybe that is me just disassociating,

or maybe it's something else. I really don't know.

- If we're being truthful, I'm gonna label that a non-answer.

- Hey, Curry.

- When my husband died, my mother-in-law

made an appointment with a psychic, and she insisted I go.

You wanna know what the psychic said to me?

He said my husband missed me.

But I--I know what cold reading is, right?

It's--it's pattern.

It's sizing someone up and making a series

of high probability guesses,

emphasizing when you're right, and then glossing over

when you're wrong so that it seems like

you have some kind of superpower.

But that's called being a con man.

- Curry, Curry. - No, it truly is okay.

You have every right to your anger,

but that is not what I do. I don't do cold reading.

All I do is say what I honestly feel

when it's me and the client alone in the room.

It's basically stream of consciousness.

Now, that could just be me being empathetic,

but the feelings that are expressed are real.

And hearing them said out loud,

truthfully,

seems to help people.

[soft music]

[door opens] - Mom, I'm home!

- Please don't say anything.

I'm actually begging you.

- Okay, we won't.

- Mom! - Hi, Emma.

Thank you, Keira, for bringing her home.

We'll see you tomorrow.

- Who are you?

- Well, we're just--we're just visiting with your grandma.

All right, we'll-- we'll be in touch.

- Thank you. I appreciate that. - Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

- It's Emma? - Mm.

- I couldn't help but notice your stuffed animals.

Are you gonna be a kittycorn for Halloween?

- You know, we don't actually trick or treat here,

but thank you. I appreciate you stopping by.

- Well, hey-- just one more question.

Hey, have you seen anyone

or have your kittycorns seen anyone in the house,

any men, you know, that--

that shouldn't be in here?

- No.

Just Grandpa.

♪ ♪

- Emma, that--she just has a very active imagination.

She's heard my mom talk about her husband,

so we're just gonna go about our day.

- I only dreamed of him once.

- You dreamed about him?

- I thought he was real, but he told me

it was the middle of the night and I was dreaming

and to go back to sleep.

[tense music]

- Okay. All right.

So what did he look like?

She said that she saw a man with long hair

and a long beard.

- Well, who needs sketch artists

when you have seven-year-olds?

- But Grandpa Witt is dead.

- And he was a clean-shaven piece of garbage.

- So either the little girl imagined him--

- Or she saw the actual assailant,

and she mistook him for her grandfather.

- Captain, I've been looking at the old police report

from Gerald Witt's death,

and something's not adding up with the forensics.

I don't think Sarah killed him.

I think Beatrice did.

[phone buzzes]

- Benson.

♪ ♪

I'll be right there.

Uh, Beatrice called 911.

He broke in again.

- Hey. - No signs of forced entry.

I mean, honestly? No signs of anything.

- I was walking up the front steps,

and I saw the shadow of a man inside the house.

- Where--where is Emma?

- She's at a friend's house.

I was coming back from dropping her off.

The 911 operator told me that I had to wait outside,

but my--my mom is at home alone so I couldn't just wait.

- So where was the man when you came in?

- He wasn't there. There is no one here.

It's just my mom.

Am I going crazy? Am I being paranoid?

Am I seeing things?

What--what--what-- what is happening to me?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- I'm--I'm not gonna sugarcoat this, all right?

This is a very difficult case

because whoever this is is not--

well, he hasn't left any evidence, but also,

I need you to tell me everything.

I want you to tell me what really happened

with your father.

♪ ♪

[muffled footsteps]

- Is she pacing in there?

Maybe she's sundowning?

- Or she's agitated 'cause she saw something?

- If there's anything to see.

Ms. Witt?

Hey, it's the police.

We are gonna open the door, okay?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

What the--

- So, Beatrice, when I was little,

you know, I don't know, like eight or nine years old,

I used to--

I would set my alarm, I'd get myself dressed,

I would pour my Cheerios, and I'd pack myself a lunch.

And I--I'd even write little notes to myself,

and I would put them in my lunch box.

But the note said, "dear Olivia,

"I love you.

Always and forever, Mom."

Because other kids had notes in their lunch boxes

and I didn't want them to know that my mom

was, you know,

passed out drunk from the night before,

and I wouldn't see her until I got home from school.

And then she'd be, you know, drinking again.

So when I was little, I used to imagine

that I had a guardian angel.

And then I realized

that I was my guardian angel.

[soft music]

Maybe you know what that's like.

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

When Dad would come home,

I really couldn't sleep because

I'd be listening for his footsteps

because I knew where they were going.

They weren't going for Mom.

They were coming for me.

They were coming to my room.

[sighs]

[dark music]

♪ ♪

[clattering]

♪ ♪

- Someone's in the attic.

Go.

- She would stop him

to protect me.

And then he'd beat her

and he would rape her instead.

- [sighs]

- And the other night, when that guy was on top of me,

I thought--just for a second, I thought...

it's him.

That is my dad.

[sobs]

He's, like, back from the dead.

- Okay.

- I used to check his gun safe every day

just praying, you know, that he would forget to lock it.

And he never did, except for that one day.

That day, he forgot.

So I took the pistol, and I hid it under my pillow.

And that night was the first night I ever actually

fell asleep before he came home.

♪ ♪

But I woke up to Mom.

She was screaming.

So I grabbed the pistol.

I ran over here down the stairs...

[sniffles]

And there's Dad, and he's hitting Mom with a poker.

So I hold up the gun,

and Mom sees me first.

And she shouts for me to stop.

I still think about that.

- Because she loved you and she didn't want you

to have that on your conscience.

- And the trigger is so heavy, you know.

But something possessed me back then,

and I just--

I pulled the trigger like it was easy.

♪ ♪

She took the gun out of my hand.

She cleaned it with her own shirt.

- She took the charge.

- She made me swear not to tell anyone

because she said it was her fault, but I don't know.

You know, how is it her fault?

It was him. He wanted me.

She protected me every chance she could.

The sickest-- [scoffs]

I really think that part of her hates me for it.

♪ ♪

Because I killed her husband.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, Griff? - Yeah.

- This spackle here is cracked.

- There's a draft.

Hey, this wall's not attached.

Cover me. - Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

There's somebody living up here.

♪ ♪

- What are they doing to my house?

- Ma'am, unfortunately, we are in the middle

of a police investigation.

- Oh, no.

Not again. - No.

Ma'am-- - I did it.

Whatever it was, I did it.

- Ma'am-- - It wasn't Beatrice.

- Beatrice is not in any kind of trouble, all right?

You're okay.

- Oh, thank God.

- Wait, sorry, I-I don't believe this.

Someone has been living inside my house?

- In the attic, and I know this is hard to believe,

but it's not as uncommon as you may think.

- And he stole my mom's jewelry and all these photos?

That's just so creepy.

- So whoever he is, he was having

a parasocial relationship with you,

and I imagine that the other morning,

he was trying to...

make it real.

- So do you know how long he's been up there?

- From the amount of garbage that we saw,

I would say maybe-- maybe three months.

- Three months he's been in my attic?

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

There's nothing up here.

♪ ♪

All right, the guy must have climbed the fire escape

two doors down then jumped roofs.

- Hey.

Look at this photo.

I just look so--

I look so normal.

Actually, I don't--huh.

- Beatrice, what?

What are you-- what are you saying?

- Sorry, I just--

- What?

- I mean, the photo is not mine.

Like, it's me in the photo, but it's not--

was not in my belongings.

I've never owned this photo.

- Okay, well, then who would have had it?

- The guy who took it, my high school boyfriend.

- Who--who was that? What is his name?

- Chris. Chris Garibaldi.

Um, but the day after that photo was taken,

his parents shipped him off to boarding school.

I haven't heard from him since then.

- Parents say he was a problem child

since the day he was born.

- They sent him to boarding school after he

threatened a teacher with a knife.

He's been in and out of mental institutions since.

- And most recently?

- Released from Bellevue three months ago.

His parents couldn't handle him at home,

so they kicked him out. - BOLO is out.

We have alerted shelters citywide.

So far nothing. - We know where he's going.

- Well, this time we're gonna be there first.

♪ ♪

- Rollins, how's it looking?

- No. Nothing yet.

Hang on. There's somebody there.

He's coming up the fire escape.

♪ ♪

Be safe.

He could be armed.

[creaking]

[metal clangs]

- NYPD! Get on your knees!

- Th--this is my home. - Get down.

Hands behind your head.

Cross your ankles right now.

- Beatrice didn't recognize me.

I--I just need to shave.

She'll love me again.

No, no, please.

Beatrice!

Beatrice, tell them!

Beatrice, help me!

Beatrice, please!

Beatrice! - No, no.

- Beatrice! - Go.

So I--I spoke with his parents,

and they said that he idealized your relationship

from all those years ago.

And he said that he felt that this house

was his--his safe space.

- [gasps]

Is it weird that I--

I feel sorry for him?

- It's not weird.

Not at all.

- Hi.

Is everything okay? - Yeah, um, I just--

I just wanted to give you an update.

- Oh, okay.

- Uh, Chris Garibaldi is being arraigned.

The judge just wants to make sure

that he's fit to stand trial.

But even if he's found not competent,

they're gonna keep him at the hospital.

They'll reassess every few months,

but you're safe, okay, both of you.

- Thank you very much for everything.

And I just--

I just wanted to say, on behalf of my profession,

that I am sorry for how that psychic misused you

and your mother-in-law.

♪ ♪

- My husband and I were already separated when he died.

We just--

we hadn't told anyone yet,

not his mom and not even our son.

So when she wanted me to go see that psychic with her,

I mean, I get it, but... [sighs]

I was so angry

and frustrated at her,

at the psychic,

but mostly at myself

for not just telling her the truth.

[pensive music]

- I mean, I'm just saying

I'll give you the friends and family discount.

- I'm good. Thank you. - Okay.

- I'll be in touch.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]