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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.

Yes, I am!
No! You're not!

Shut up, you witch!

What the hell are you doing,
going through my things for?

You're a liar! You said
you'd never do that again!

This is the last time,
you creep.

I can't wait till you die, so I
can spit on your corpse, you freak!

No. No. No!

Come here.

You want to talk?

Let go of me.

Think of your body
as part of the crime scene.

Time and body fluids
erode evidence.

The procedure is we head to the hospital,
and then I'll take your statement.

So basically the bastard
rapes me, and you waste time.

That's the procedure?

Ma'am...

Look here, Officer...

Det. Munch.

Perhaps you'd be more comfortable
with a female detective.

I'd be happy to talk
to anyone with a brain.

There are five stages
of grief.

Try not to go through them
all at once.

Cute.

I'll talk slower.

I don't need SOP
explained to me...

I don't need a rape kit...

and I really don't need you
to hold my hand!

Look, it doesn't matter if you've had
prior consensual sex with this man.

Sure.

Doesn't even matter if you're
still in a relationship with him.

He's my husband.

You and I need to see a doctor. As
soon as you give me an address...

we can pick up your husband.

He's at Manhattan South.

Sgt. Lloyd Andrews, Homicide.

You care
to join us, Detective?

I'd love to, but I've got reports
to file and coffee to make.

Regardless of your personal
feelings, I want you on my team.

But only for as long
as you want to be here.

It's nice to be wanted.

Well, these aren't going
to file themselves.

So?

Patricia Andrews claims her
husband raped her this morning.

She's got a sprained wrist, but nothing
much else to suggest physical abuse.

She doesn't need the beat-up
to prove it.

It's gonna need more than her
word, because my partner...

conveniently forgot to mention our
guy's Homicide, Manhattan South.

I didn't mention it, 'cause it's
not important, at least not to me.

Twenty-year vet, citations a
sheet long, high closure rate.

Along with making the brass very
happy, the guy's also a rapist.

Alleged rapist, thank you.

Ever hear of "no"?

You ever hear
of contractual abandonment?

The only reason to forsake all others
is so you don't have to hear "no."

I've been married 16 years.
I hear it all the time.

Okay, Munch, let me clue you in, a
wife as property went out in 1984...

when the law finally realized that even
a married woman is allowed to say no.

We get Mrs. Andrew's
statement? She sign it?

Not yet. It's being typed.

Let's talk to her. Make sure
she knows what the score is.

Are you doubting what happened
or her commitment?

I don't have his side of the
story, and this suspect is a cop.

So Internal Affairs
is going to be all over this.

I just don't think his badge
should cushion the blow.

Have you ever rubbed IAB
the wrong way?

I've never had the pleasure.

Then do it my way.

You two,
canvass the neighbors.

Get some background
on the happy couple.

John, you and your partner
have a chat with the missis.

I will apprise the powers
that be.

You know, if it turns out
that he did in fact rape her...

and we didn't follow standard op,
we're going to get buried in it.

That's going to happen
regardless.

There's no smoking
in government buildings.

Please read your statement
carefully, then sign.

Where's your husband
right now?

Every day he plays pick-up ball with
some cop friends before his shift.

Before you put pen to paper, I want
to hear it again in your own words.

Why?

You're going to have to get
used to telling your story.

Are you married?

No, ma'am.

I know you're not.
Who'd have you?

Are you always this pleasant?

Meaning, I got
what was coming to me?

That's not how I see it, Mrs.
Andrews. Nobody deserves this.

We've been married
five years.

I just don't understand.

I've seen him get crazy,
but never like this.

We fight, we make love.

I almost
don't believe it myself.

Maybe he thought you were
making up. Is that possible?

A chokehold is not foreplay
for me, Detective.

And a pot to the head
turns him on?

You're not going to do
a damn thing to him.

No, not a damn thing.

If your story holds up, I'm gonna
have to arrest him, Mrs. Andrews...

put cuffs on him, process him,
and lock him up in a cage.

I just want to make sure
you understand that.

What do you take me for?

I wasn't expecting company.

What's this about?

We wanted to ask you about
your neighbors next door.

Well, have a seat, please.

Do you know
the Andrews?

Who?

They live on the first floor.

Mrs. Andrews, she's about
5'5", 110, blond hair.

Mr. Andrews is a cop.

You mean the Springers.

No, we mean the Andrews.

People around here barely want
to make eye contact...

so you can forget
about introductions.

They're the Springers to me.
Better than the show.

I take it, that means
that they fight a lot.

Every day.
Sometimes the cops come.

He pulls them aside.
Then they leave.

I always wondered
if he paid them off.

Did they fight
this morning?

He left the house,
trying to get away from her.

She came through the door
and threw a pot.

That woman's got a hell
of an aim.

Did you see him
strike her?

No.

But he turned around
and snatched her inside.

Did you see
or hear anything else?

No.

Did something bad happen?

Gentlemen.

Det. Santiago, my partner,
Det. Howard, Internal Affairs.

Nice to meet you.

Just give me the word. Is it
mine, or do I kick it to you?

We're not equipped to deal
with sex crimes.

Have a nice day.

You know, I'd be sore, too.

I'm not following.

We know IAB used you
to bring down your mentor.

We just want you to know
those were the old days.

That is truly comforting.

We're not here
to grind your wheat.

Just do us a favor,
take it slow and easy.

Finesse and kid gloves.

Since when does IAB
care about finesse?

Come on, give us a break.

The guy's not on the take, skimming
drugs, or pimping on the side.

Isn't it enough that we kiss
their collective PC ass?

What's next, castration?

We marry them
just to have it available.

So tell me,
how do you rape a wife?

Okay.

Thanks.

We got four domestic disputes
at the Andrews' residence.

Dispo'd at the scene. No arrests.
Same uniforms, Clarkson and Powell.

Are they on tour?

Just signed out for a break.

No arrests?

Nope.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

Powell and Clarkson?

So the groom's mother goes
to the bride's mother

and asks:
"Why is the bride smiling?"

'Cause she never has to get
on her knees again.

Old joke. Do you mind?

Det. Benson,
I'm Det. Stabler, SVU.

We want to talk to you about
the DIRs at the Andrews' place.

Right. Nothing to it. Handled
at the scene each time.

The last one out,
we told the sarge...

if it happened again,
we'd have no choice. Why?

Well, four times
is three times too many.

You see abuse,
you take action, right?

He's a fellow officer.
He asked a favor, we gave it.

So you look the other way
no matter what?

Is that in your cop manual? Because
it sure as hell ain't in mine.

What gives?

You didn't do your job.

And because you didn't,
we caught it.

And since it rolls downhill,
I figured you're next.

Sarge and his wife fight,
loud and hard.

Names they call each other, I wouldn't
say to a hump in the back of my cruiser.

It blows real hot,
then it's over.

Besides, if we really wanted
to do him a favor...

we'd run his old lady in,
no matter what he said.

Okay, wait a minute, you're telling
us that his wife's the abuser?

Don't know if I'd say that.

But when she gets ticked off, she
likes to throw whatever's handy.

Well, how real does it look?

It's hard to say.

Break up to make up.

Wife's a bit of a bruiser,
Andrews seems to be handling it.

By raping her?

I'm not a fly
on their bedroom wall.

That's too bad. 'Cause what's
this cop going to say when we ask?

"I raped my wife.
Please, put me in jail."

Why don't we let
the ADA decide?

It looks like
she might not have to.

For the first time in my career,
IAB acts like they want to flush it.

So either there's some other agenda,
or this could come back to bite us.

Bring Andrews in
for an interview.

I don't think we can, without some SBA
lawyer turning him into a deaf-mute.

Any other ideas?

If it's not official,
it's not going to hold up.

I'm not looking
for a confession, Elliot.

I just want to get a read on
this guy before he gets wise.

Pick him up.

I got him.

Take it up.
It's all you.

Who's next?

Lloyd Andrews, Homicide.
Ceasar Vasques out of Vice.

Danny Tatum,
he's one of mine.

Elliot Stabler, SVU.

Sex crimes. I hear
that's a tough gig.

I hear they rotate you guys out every
two years. Is it really that rough?

Well, Homicide's no picnic,
either, right?

A body's past caring whether
you close a case or not.

Live victims are needy. Takes
a real strong cop to suck it up.

Two on two?

Yeah, you're on my team.
Take it to the hole.

What the hell was that?

What's the matter?

There's no fouls
on the blacktop.

What's the matter?
Can't you take it?

Hey, come on, guys.
Let's play ball.

Your ball.

Knock it off. Come on. Move!
Calm down, man. Knock it off.

Okay, what'd I miss?

Tatum's trying to give you a message,
all right? But I don't operate that way.

He and I will have
words later. You okay?

I guess I don't understand
his language.

Don't you?

Why don't you spell it out
for me?

I'll tell you what.

You can ask me all the questions
you want after the game.

Questions?

Rape, right?

And maybe the guy was telling
me what I wanted to hear...

but he seemed
pretty genuine to me.

Was this before or after
his goon kicked your ass?

Andrews did know
that we were looking into him.

Okay, yeah, well.

So his partner got
overly enthusiastic.

Andrews stepped in and saved
the other eye, didn't he?

I'd like to believe that Fin would
show me the same kind of loyalty.

A little history first,
might help your case.

So all we have thus far, is a physically
abusive woman crying rape. Is that the gist?

What motive could she have for
saying that her husband raped her?

Pending divorce, for one.

You don't have to worry about
fighting over which half you get...

when the mate you hate's
locked in a cell.

We already checked that.
No papers were filed.

All she has to do is wait. We get
rid of him for her, then she files.

What?

Yeah, we're on the way.

A unit was dispatched to the Andrews'
residence. Assault with a deadly weapon.

A Mr. Parker called it in.

You touch me again,
I'll cut your pig heart out!

Why aren't you in jail?

Get away,
you stupid bitch.

I should wait till you're
asleep and set you on fire!

You better kill me, or I'll
do you without leaving a mark!

You freak!

Hey!

Look out!

Let's go. Come on.

Take it easy!

Get off!

Take it easy.

I'm taking her in.

I don't think so.
I've got it from here.

Okay. I'm all right.
Get off of me!

Listen, this isn't helping you at
all. Let's go, let's get up here.

All right. Just take a breath.
Calm down.

Why isn't he in jail?

Calm down.

You again. What is it this
time? Or do you answer DIRs now?

I'm going to need you to come on
down and answer some questions.

I think I need a lawyer.

Yeah, I think so, too.

You call this finesse?

I've had calls
from the brass...

wanting to know did I orchestrate
an undercover operation with SVU...

and the press has already
gotten a whiff of it.

What kind of Mickey Mouse Club is this?

See, actually I hate that little, black
rodent. Now, Dick Tracy, that was a club.

You got this great decoder
ring and a really cool watch.

Are you going
to say something, Ms. Cabot?

Like what?

Protocol.

Like, if you're charging
a sergeant with rape.

Like, if you would rein in
your squad...

and if you could be so kind as
to keep us informed as to status.

Very well.

Charging Andrews prior to his making
a formal statement is premature.

Am I sweeping it under the
rug, as you'd prefer? No.

And I strongly advise you to discontinue
obstructing this unit from doing its job.

Or I will be more than happy
to file charges...

naming you and your partner
as coconspirators.

IAB is here, strictly
in a supervisory capacity.

Not anymore.

You may consider yourselves
officially updated.

Let the record show that I will
not talk to you without my lawyer.

Okay, interview's over.

Yeah.

All right. But maybe we should clear
this up, so we can all get back to work.

Your wife already told us what happened.
So now we'd just like to hear it from you.

What did she say?

That you raped her.

Now, before you deny it, let's just sit
down and go through the sequence of events.

All right, fair enough.

I've been working
steady midnights for a while.

I come home, I'm tired. Right
away she starts in on me.

She swears that I got a piece
on the side.

And do you?

Yeah, so?

So why do you think
she'd accuse you of rape?

It doesn't take a genius.
And she's pissed.

You know, it's always
something with her.

Either I don't love her,
or I smother her.

You guys figure it out,
because she's driving me nuts.

Divorce is a hell
of a better option than rape.

I did not rape my wife.

And he comes sauntering home
like nothing happened.

So why'd you stay there?

Where should I go?

It's my house, my things.
I did nothing wrong.

You cut him with a kitchen knife,
and you threw a baton into the crowd.

I was scared when he walked in like
that. You know, I thought he was in jail.

You got anybody you could
stay with? Family, friends?

You said you would arrest him.
So what happened?

I walked away. Things were getting
out of hand. Tempers were hot.

So what does that freaking cow do?
She hurls a pot and nails me with it.

But you didn't keep walking. You
grabbed her and went back inside.

I sure as hell did.

So that's when you raped her.

Nice try, but, no.
I started packing her bags.

That lease is under my name. I'll be damned
if I let her run me out of my house...

screaming, threatening me
with kitchen utensils.

What does that mean? Threatening
you with kitchen utensils?

She came after me
with a knife. I disarmed her.

And how'd you do that?

Standard academy move.

Come on, guys.
Don't you get it? She's crazy.

Patricia hasn't been right since
we found out she can't have kids.

And that's when our marriage
started to go south.

So why didn't you file
for divorce?

I love him.

I want counseling.

He won't go.

But he'll have to after the
trial, won't he? They'll make him.

If he's convicted.

We're not even sure
we can charge him.

Well, who gets to decide that?

Her name's Cabot.

So let me talk to her. She's
a woman. She'll understand.

He raped me.

We made love.

Did you hold her down? Did you
use a chokehold to control her?

I don't touch my wife
like that, ever.

I know I could do some serious damage.
Besides, I'm the guy with the battle scars.

But you do know how to do her
without leaving a mark.

Isn't that right, Sergeant?

It's your call.

Cut him loose.

We don't arrest him now, we
send a message to every wife...

that if she's raped by her husband,
she'd better get beat up, too.

What do you want me to do
about it?

Book him.

Let a jury decide
who they believe.

I don't even have enough
to get past the grand jury.

Alex.

Walk him.

You have business here?

Yeah, Captain, I do.

Is my sergeant pinched?

That doesn't concern you.

I don't know
who you work for...

but in my department
we watch out for each other.

Maybe riding the desk,
you forget.

Well, I enforce the law, and the only
thing I ride is any hump who breaks it.

Feeling wood for my buddy?

I am now, cheap shot.

Get out of my squad room before I
lodge a complaint with your lieutenant.

Who do you think sent us
over here?

Is he charged or not?

He's free to go.

Sarge?

I want my wife charged
with assault.

Lloyd.

Right. Do it.

How can he do this?

I don't know, but I'll ask
him. Count on it. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

You mind?

I told Lloyd I would quit.

Now's a good a time as any.

It's a bad habit.

Although, some are worse
than others.

My wife has
some pretty foul ones.

Thought you weren't married.

My soon-to-be ex calls me
often with requests for money...

and updates on the status
of our uncoupling.

You hate her.

That would make it too easy.

We're not together anymore,
but we still fight.

Only now, I'm not there
for the tantrums.

So you bust my chops,
because I remind you of her.

No, I just don't like you.

Well, at least you're honest.

So what're you doing here?

I came here to gloat.

How're you holding up?

I'm all right.

A little worried about Lloyd.

Never underestimate
the generosity of women.

My husband likes to work midnights,
so he doesn't have to sleep.

One time, I came home and
Lloyd was in the kitchen...

scrubbing his bullets
in the sink...

his gun laid out on a towel.

Is there anything you need?

Yeah.

Would you drop by my house
and check on my husband?

Just make sure he's okay?

"File number 248957.

"People v. Patricia Eileen
Andrews, assault in the first."

We'll waive reading, Your Honor,
and enter a plea of not guilty.

The People waive bail
and request ROR.

You're feeling
awfully generous, Counselor.

The extenuating circumstances
call for compassion.

Well, those aside...

the defendant exhibited
a serious lack of control...

towards police
and emergency personnel,

by tossing a baton
into the crowd.

It was an isolated incident.

We do not regard the defendant as
a danger to herself or to others.

I assume defense counsel
has no objection.

None, Your Honor. If the People wish
to do my job for me, who am I to argue?

Well, however lightly
our ADA...

may take the endangerment
of city personnel, I do not.

$10,000 bond,
post with the clerk.

Unfortunate mess,
this Andrews business.

How's it going?

Well, it's like
pulling teeth.

And I sure as hell could do without
all the pressure that goes with it.

I'm afraid it's business as
usual. You'll sort it out.

Actually, I called you
down here on another matter.

It seems that one of your detectives
is filing a discrimination suit...

against the department.

Jefferies.

Papers were delivered
first thing this morning.

Legal is going over
the complaint for merit.

And nobody's happy, and
you want me to talk to her.

Unofficially, yes.

No one at One Police Plaza can talk
to her without complicating the issue.

Well, I don't see how I can
do anything. She's angry...

and I didn't realize how angry
till right now.

Prior to this dispute, did you have a
good relationship with this detective?

Yes, I believe I did.

But now you're not
so sure?

Don, I don't think
it's personal.

She hasn't named in her suit,
she just wants back in the field.

Well, then,
we have a problem, sir.

Because I don't think
we can fold on the issue.

Well, talk to her
as a friend.

And if that doesn't work?

Make it go away, Captain.

Guess who just paid
Patricia Andrews' bail?

Her husband.

Got a call from a buddy in Processing.
I smell a recant, Counselor.

Fine.

Let's see how cute the sergeant
plays it when I get him on the stand.

I thought you were dropping
it. Not enough for a grand jury.

I was, until the sergeant
had his wife arrested.

He pays her bail, looks
suspicious. That I can sell.

I didn't know women
got into whizzing contests.

Invite Mrs. Andrews down for a chat.
I think it's time we cleared the air.

Did your husband or any of his
friends on the force threaten you?

No. I just don't want to go
through with it anymore is all.

What made you
change your mind?

My husband could go to jail
over a misunderstanding...

a petty marital spat.
I can't live with that.

Just seems strange you would
change your tune so easily...

after singing the he-raped-me
song to anybody who would listen.

I was mad.

Wouldn't have anything to do
with your husband...

dropping the felony
assault charge, would it?

No.

Who paid your bail?

He's a good guy. Really.

According to you, your husband's
a first-class arrogant jackass...

who put you in a chokehold and
took what no man has a right to.

And he apologized for that!

You know, all I ever wanted was
for him to put himself in my place.

You know, he's never really
said "I'm sorry" about anything.

This was genuine.

What did he say exactly?

He said:

"I'm sorry I raped you, Patty.

"It is unforgivable."

And to give him
another chance.

Those were his exact words?

Yes.

So you see
why I have to drop this, okay?

I feel like
we're starting over.

For the first time in our marriage,
he's trying to feel my pain.

You can't make me
change my mind.

I love him.

He admits it...

and you respond by trying to recant.
That's not love, that's psycho.

Think whatever you want.

I'm not crazy enough to lose my husband
just 'cause you want to believe me now.

Can I go?

Well, I can charge her with
filing a false police report...

but what I'd really like to do
is charge her with felony assault.

You just want to put somebody
in jail, is that it?

No. I want to force her hand
a little.

I don't see Andrews refiling
just to make your day.

He won't have to if we can find
another witness to the attack.

I heard them fighting
so I called the police.

I didn't see anything.

We were told it was assault
with a deadly weapon.

The only way the dispatcher could
have known that is if you told her so.

Sgt. Andrews won't find out
it was me?

Not a word you say.
Now, did you see the attack?

She had a knife. She cut him.

Assault two, Ms. Cabot?
You're reaching.

Not at all.

Your client cut her husband.

I've got the knife,
her prints, and a witness.

That's three years
in Bedford Hills.

And trust me, it is not the
country-club setting it sounds like.

What happened to compassion?

Motive for the assault
was fear of reprisal.

She recanted, so it's moot,
along with my compassion.

Tell you what, I'll bump
it down to assault three.

That'll shave 18 months.

What do you want?

I want an indictment for rape
in the first degree...

and the only way I'm going to get it, is
with your client in front of a grand jury.

This is blackmail.

No, Mrs. Andrews,
it's the law.

We're busy.

In my pocket is a warrant
for your arrest.

Don't make me Mirandize
and cuff you in here.

Hold this for me.

What the hell is going on here?
I thought this was settled.

Evidently not.

You want to get out of my way?

Thanks, buddy.

"File number 25527.
People v. Lloyd David Andrews.

"One count of rape
in the first degree...

"one count of sexual misconduct
in the first degree...

"and one count
of sexual abuse."

How do you plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

The People ask that bail
be set at $50,000.

What?

Quiet!

This is a venal attempt to further smear
my client who has ties to the community.

He's a respected member
of New York's finest...

and would like nothing but his day in
court to answer these specious accusations.

We ask that he be remanded
under his own recognizance.

Your Honor,
this is a heinous crime.

The People are not prepared
to send the message...

that officers of the law
get a free ride.

You are not a messenger, Ms. Cabot. So
save your button-pushing for the trial.

Enter a plea of not guilty, and since the
defendant is not a flight-risk, he's ROR.

Your Honor, the People ask
for an order of protection...

and that the defendant
surrender all weapons.

So ordered.

Let's talk.

Sex abuse one, three years.

Let's not fight.

Submit your congratulations
and be done with it.

Don't be hasty, Sam. I'm offering
to drop this to a D felony.

You obviously don't gamble.
You don't fold a winning hand.

My guy's walking away
from this unscathed.

I'm just trying
to save us both some time.

All you've got
is a bitter wife.

You put her on the stand, the
recant goes in the record...

along with her witnessed
physical attacks on my client.

Why are you fighting this?

Because he did it.

And he doesn't deserve his freedom,
and he doesn't deserve to wear a badge.

When did he confess exactly?

A few days ago, to his wife.

Privileged. Where's your case?

In the courtroom,
in front of a jury.

Didn't I tell you,
we're going bench, not jury.

Come on, Alex,
don't be a sore loser.

Drop the charges and send the kiddies
to counseling where they belong.

No.

For the egg on your face.

Do you recognize this
internal report, Det. Munch?

Yes, it's the report of an interview
I conducted with the victim...

Patricia Andrews.
You were present at the time.

What was the purpose
of the interview?

Mrs. Andrews urgently wanted to drop
the rape charges against her husband.

Did Mrs. Andrews actually say
her husband didn't rape her?

No, she did not.

So it's your testimony that the
victim came into the precinct...

to drop the charges and clear her husband
but never refuted what happened, correct?

She said that her husband sincerely
apologized for raping her...

and that was the first time in
their marriage that he had done so.

Objection. She said, he said,
it's double hearsay.

Exception to hearsay.

Your Honor, the defendant
admitted to the felony.

It's a statement
against a penal interest.

Why would Lloyd Andrews, a 20-year
vet on the Homicide Division...

admit to guilt
if he didn't do it?

At the very least, the
alleged apology is privileged.

By telling it to a third
party, it becomes hearsay,

therefore,
no privilege exists.

The exception is granted.
Overruled.

Nothing further.

You threw a pot from
the stove. Was it still hot?

No.

I didn't want to hurt him.

What happened then?

Then he grabbed me by the back of my
head, and dragged me into the house.

Go on.

Then we fought some more.

Was it physical?

I kept hitting him,
and he'd push me back.

And I'd hit him some more
and...

Did he rape you?

I don't know.

Didn't you say he slammed
you against a wall...

threw his arm across
your neck, and squeezed?

Didn't you state that you
almost lost consciousness?

Didn't you tell police that
he pulled your pants down...

removed your panties, and raped
you? Is that the truth, Mrs. Andrews?

I suppose.

Yes or no?

Yes.

Nothing further.

Mrs. Andrews, did you go
to the police and recant?

I did.

And were you facing assault one charges,
and did Ms. Cabot offer you a deal...

in exchange
for your testimony?

Yes.

Then why are we here?

Objection.

Withdrawn.

Mrs. Andrews, didn't you decide
to drop the rape charge...

after your husband dropped the
assault charges against you?

That's not how it was, you bitch!
You're twisting everything around!

Watch the language.

In fact, didn't you suddenly
have a change of heart...

after having a long
conversation with your husband?

Answer the question, or I can arrange
accommodations for you to think about it.

Yes.

We've been married for five
years. And for the most part...

we've been pretty happy,
but lately it's been hell.

How many times have the police
been called to your residence?

Four.

My wife loses control.

She's the batterer, Mr. Andrews.
Why have you been protecting her?

I love her.

I couldn't see her get locked up
over something that's my fault.

She's the one
who throws heavy objects.

She grabs the knife
and attacks.

Why is it your fault?

I haven't always
been the best husband.

I've cheated on her,
I don't always come home.

I wouldn't, either.
Withdrawn.

Did you force your wife
to have sex with you?

No.

Did you put her in a chokehold or in
any way touch her with excessive force?

No, I did not.

Since the physical evidence
bears witness to that...

why would your wife accuse you
of such a despicable crime?

I had promised to cut off
a yearlong relationship.

I didn't, and she found out
about it.

But I've since stopped
seeing the woman.

I love my wife.

Then why would you apologize
for rape, if you didn't do it?

My wife can't let anything go.
She's got to be right, always.

I'd rather lie
and tell her that...

I'm sorry for something
that I didn't do...

than fight about it
for the rest of my life.

I just want some peace, and I don't
know a husband in the world who doesn't.

Nothing further.

Mr. Andrews...

did you or did you not
tell your wife...

you could do her
without leaving a mark?

That's not what I meant
when I said...

Let me remind you I can call
any number of city personnel...

who witnessed this statement.

Did you or did you not threaten
your wife with bodily harm?

The heifer told me that
she was going to torch me!

What the hell
was I supposed to say?

That heifer is supposed to be
the woman you love?

Sexual misconduct,
and he's out of a job.

Don't be ridiculous.

You haven't won.

I'd say I've evened the odds
considerably, or you wouldn't be here.

Deal, Alex.

At least concede that these two
people should never be married...

especially not to each other.

That's not my concern.

Well, it should be.

Hell of a railroad job on what
he said in the heat of the moment.

Got me thinking about the fights
with my wife. What people might say.

Sometimes I want to kill her.

If she dies,
then you've got a problem.

D felony, still on the table.
Three years, he'll be out in one.

With a sex-offender tag dragging
him down the rest of his life.

You wanted to see me, Captain?
So here I am.

Have a seat.

If you don't mind,
I'd rather stand.

I have a feeling I'm not
going to like what I hear.

It's not official.
Just you and me.

Now, I know these last couple of
months have been difficult for you.

I know you think
we're the enemy.

So this is about my lawsuit?

Have you thought this through?

The politics and the stink, how hard
they're going to try to make this for you...

has that crossed your mind?

The only thing on my mind is
the presumptuous attitude...

about my private life.

What I do on my own time, is
not fodder for this department.

This unit isn't like any other
in the department.

Not all the same rules apply,
Jefferies. You know that.

No. All I know is that when
it hit the fan, you ducked.

You're my responsibility, and
you're an integral part of my squad.

I did not agree with their conclusion,
but I did agree that you need help.

What does my personal life have to
do with my work or the way I do it?

The way I see it, it's the equivalent
of you trying to eat your gun...

and I can't let that happen.

Then I don't think we have
anything left to talk about.

Will the defendant
please rise?

There is no doubt
that spousal rape exists.

There is no doubt that a wife holds
the same protection under the law...

from her husband and any other
male acquaintance or stranger...

with regard to her own body.

But how does
the law determine...

if a rape actually occurred
within a relationship...

defined by its very nature...

as normal sexual intimacy?

Unfortunately, it cannot.

Nor should it, save
corroboration or grievous injury.

Therefore, in the matter of the
People v. Lloyd David Andrews...

the Defendant
is herby found...

not guilty of one count
of rape in the first degree...

not guilty, one count of sexual
misconduct in the first degree...

not guilty,
one count of sexual abuse.

The defendant is free to go.

Well, that was a colossal
waste of time.

I couldn't disagree more.

Forget about the wasted man-hours
or even the taxpayers' money.

You lost.
Where's the victory in that?

I'm the only ADA to get spousal
rape past the grand jury.

I may not have won, but I changed
the climate, so somebody else can.

On the other hand, the only thing
you may have proven here today...

is that women
are still chattel.

Only if they want to be.

That's a little premature,
don't you think?

I thought a narc hotshot like you
would be worth at least 60 days.

They're not mine, Captain.

I guess Jefferies didn't want
to leave her gun unattended.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.