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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.

My name's Ed,

and I'm here to listen to your problems

with empathy...

without judgment or advice.

Go away.

I care about you, and I'm sure

many others do too.

Please just leave me alone!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy.

There's got to be a lot of folks that would miss you.

No! No one.

What about the baby's father?

You don't understand.

I was raped!

Name? We never got that far.

- Is this her room? - No, she came in here when the maid was cleaning.

I don't even think she was staying here.

I need everybody out. Now.

It's cold out here.

I brought you something to drink.

I can't drink coffee.

It's just cocoa, okay?

Why don't you take it? It'll warm up your hands.

I'm just gonna put it right there, okay?

Here you go.

Thanks.

I'm Olivia.

April.

What's going on, April?

April, have you picked out a name for your baby?

Sarah.

Sarah was my mom's name.

She died last year.

Breast cancer.

The security guard told you?

Yes.

That's why I'm here.

I'm from the Special Victims Unit.

What if I can't love my baby?

My baby!

You chose to keep your baby.

You gave her a beautiful name.

You already love your baby.

I can't do this alone.

Well, you don't have to.

I want you to listen to me.

I'm gonna help you.

I promise you, I will help you.

How?

We're gonna figure it out together.

Now, will you give me your hand?

Come on.

No!

It's okay.

It's okay.

No.

Patient presented

as depressed and tearful upon arrival.

Her name's April. April Troost.

Ran a tox screen on her as well as a blood alcohol.

Both negative.

What about the pregnancy?

She's approximately 35 weeks.

No sign of distress or malnutrition.

She's good to go.

You mean give birth.

No. I mean I'm releasing her.

Uh, maybe you missed the part

where she was gonna take a swan dive

off a 20-story building.

Her suicidal ideation has passed,

and she has no history of prior attempts.

Well, can you guarantee that she's not

gonna climb out on the ledge tomorrow?

- No, of course not. - So then put her on a psych hold

until the baby is born. I can't do that.

She's not acutely psychotic

or a danger to herself or others.

Hey. Hey!

The baby-- Baby doesn't count?

Look, she agreed to outpatient counseling.

My job's done.

I thought I was dealing with the rape.

Until yesterday.

I just snapped.

That happens.

You're not the first person to go through this.

Everywhere I look, I see his face.

Even when I close my eyes.

Why don't you tell me about him.

We met at a bar and talked all night.

He offered to walk me home, and I thought...

Finally, a gentleman.

Went to my apartment.

And I remember praying,

"Please kiss me good night."

It'd been so long.

That's when he shoved me in and locked the door.

Why didn't you call the police?

I was a fool.

I actually believed that he was

interested in me.

A nurse's aide.

I barely have my GED.

April, what happened to you wasn't your fault.

Facing him is gonna help you deal with this.

I can't.

You gotta be strong for little Sarah.

You're all she has.

And I promise I will help you.

How?

By arresting the man that raped you.

Tell me his name.

Barclay Pallister.

You expect me to remember

a woman I met in a bar eight months ago.

You drank, you laughed, one thing led to another.

Maybe I'd remember if we'd had sex.

You did, and she's calling it rape.

Yeah, by the way, congratulations.

You're the daddy.

The hell I am.

I didn't have sex with anybody.

I certainly didn't rape anyone.

I'm happily married.

Happy enough for the wife to alibi you?

I was probably here.

I spend more time in the lab than I do at home.

No alibi.

Well, maybe she saw my photo in Forbes or Fortune.

Thought I was an easy target.

All those NBA players out there and she picked you.

Look, I don't mean to brag,

but women have been crawling out of the woodwork

ever since my company went public.

What's up with the stiffs?

They're my gold mine.

I invented an eco-friendly method

of turning these cadavers into dust

without ever lighting a match.

My flash-freeze method

will revolutionize mortuary science.

And that gets you laid like a rock star.

I'd never be unfaithful to my wife.

She stood by me

one failed experiment after another.

So you have no problem taking a paternity test.

If it's necessary.

But I'm telling you,

the kid isn't mine.

DNA proves it.

April Troost's kid

is definitely yours.

But that's impossible.

I didn't touch her.

Immaculate conception's not gonna hold up in court,

so why don't you try again?

All right.

Mr. Pallister admits

that he met the defendant at a bar.

They had drinks,

but he does not remember

having sexual relations with her.

Okay, so you had one too many,

you didn't know what your body was doing.

Intox defense. That's... better.

I'd know if I raped her.

You did.

And April Troost has a swollen belly to prove it.

In light of the DNA results,

we'll stipulate to paternity.

But the sex was consensual. There was no rape.

I begged him to stop.

But he wouldn't listen.

This was after he bolted the door.

Yes.

He threw me on the floor, and he pinned me.

I couldn't move.

Did you scream?

At the top of my lungs.

But then he covered my mouth with his hand.

And I could barely breathe.

Did you fight him?

I think I scratched his face.

But then he got more violent,

and he put his hands around my neck like this,

and he choked me.

And I thought if I stopped screaming,

then maybe...

maybe he wouldn't kill me.

What happened next?

He raped me--

He raped me over and over and over.

Do we really want to put that poor woman

through any more pain?

What are you offering?

Probation, no jail time,

you and I take the rest of the afternoon off.

I'd rather work.

15 years. He does it all.

He's a contributing member of society, and she belongs

in a psych ward.

Your own detectives tried to commit her.

You can't use that.

I can in a custody hearing.

First he denies having sex with her,

now he wants to be Father of the Year?

It's his baby too. He'll fight her for it.

Unless she agrees to a plea.

Ready?

I can't face him again.

You're already halfway there.

All you have to do is keep your eyes on me.

Thank you.

Why did you wait

eight months to report the alleged rape?

I was scared.

Confused. Humiliated.

Would you say suicidal?

I wanted to end my life.

Yes.

And your baby's?

No.

That's why I couldn't hurt myself.

I love my baby too much.

A love so strong,

you're willing to charge the baby's father

with rape?

It's the right thing to do.

And nothing will change your mind?

No.

How about half a million dollars?

You called my office this morning

and said you wanted to settle.

What the hell were you thinking?

That lawyer told me

if I lose, Barclay will take the baby.

He was lying to you.

I didn't know.

You sandbagged me.

Now the jury sees you as a gold digger,

not a rape victim.

I'm sorry!

I made a mistake.

Why didn't you - just call me? - Because you'd be mad at me.

You are. I can see it in your eyes.

I'm not mad. I'm--I'm--

I'm disappointed.

How bad is it?

Our only choice is to put you back on the stand

to turn down the settlement.

I'll recall you tomorrow, and you can testify again.

I will do anything to set things right.

My court starts at 9:00 sharp, Ms. Novak.

Where's your witness?

I'm sure she's just delayed, Your Honor.

We've been waiting 40 minutes.

She's made her decision. She wants to settle.

She had every intention

of testifying today.

If I could just have a brief continuance.

Miss Troost has obviously changed her mind.

I'm not gonna keep that jury waiting any longer.

Your Honor, I have Detective Stabler on the line.

Highway police just found Miss Troost.

She was traveling

eastbound, missed the curve,

and ran off the cliff right here.

No guardrail.

I bet they'll find

the money for one after this.

The gas tank burst into flames on impact.

No survivors.

What time?

Fire Department got the call around 5:00 this morning.

They said it'd been burning for quite a while.

She probably fell asleep at the wheel.

I think you'll find it's a suicide.

Liv, there's nothing you could've done.

I was angry, and I let it show.

You got pissed off because she lied to you.

She needed somebody to believe in her.

The trial can still go on without April, can't it?

What's the point?

I'm offering Barclay a deal.

He raped her and he left her with a child.

The jury knows that he did it.

The jury's going to acquit.

Last two words they heard were cash settlement.

Which she was about to turn down.

Unless she says so on the stand, it's inadmissible.

So we just let Barclay walk?

Find me some evidence

she was gonna turn down the settlement,

and I'll use it to bluff Barclay into a plea.

There's no suicide note, no diary.

Nothing on her email.

No documents relating to the settlement.

Just bills.

Sofa's wet.

What's with the white crust?

Hydrogen peroxide.

Foams up when it comes into contact

with blood cells.

Bubbles dry and leaves this white crust.

Check out the wall.

See these smears?

Tried to wipe off the blood.

And on the floor.

No body,

but this is definitely a crime scene.

I'd say we have a homicide.

Perp kills April here,

stuffs her body in the car, and sends it over the cliff.

I figured out

how the crash was rigged.

Looks like a paint mixing can.

Similar.

But these are used to store chemicals in labs.

Like Barclay Pallister's.

It was thrown from the car on impact.

See the angle of these dents?

They're consistent with the pail

being wedged under the dash

when the pedal's to the metal.

I found more evidence up there.

See these tire marks in the pavement?

Wheels spun in place.

He wedged in the can, and revved the engine.

Shift the car into drive,

it takes off like a rocket.

Kills April in her apartment,

stages the crash here. With her history,

Barclay knew we'd rule it a suicide.

Her body burns up so no one ever knows what he did to her.

I sent everything from the car's interior over to the morgue.

Maybe Warner can piece together how she died.

This is all that survived the fire.

Not very much.

Fire Marshal says an accelerant was used,

probably gasoline, to enhance the burn.

Smart guy, wanted to make sure we didn't find a body.

I didn't.

You mean it was incinerated?

No, I mean, there wasn't one in that car.

Body burns, you always find something.

Partial long bones,

dental fillings.

Son of a bitch used his technology

to vaporize her.

He had to have access

to her home and her car.

Maybe--maybe somebody saw him with her.

April keep her car in a garage?

She parks it

on the street.

Poor Ms. Troost.

She's such a sweet lady.

Were you the doorman last night?

Until 11:00.

- Who relieved you? - No one.

After I leave,

visitors have to be buzzed in.

Well, how about security

cameras, surveillance video?

Management's too cheap.

When I retire in August,

won't even be a day guy on the door anymore.

When is the last time you saw April Troost?

Well, she came home from a dinner date around 10:00.

You sure it was a date?

She was all dolled up.

She went to Luigi's,

which is kinda romantic.

How do you know what restaurant?

She brought me a doggie bag.

Nice T-Bone for my rottweiler.

'Course I remember her.

She special ordered.

No garlic because of the baby.

Maybe she was hoping for a good night kiss.

I don't think so.

They barely spoke the whole meal.

What did he look like?

Tall.

And from his Black American Express card,

very rich.

You get a copy of the receipt?

Should be behind the bar somewhere.

Uh, how was she acting?

Pretty upset.

Before dessert, she yelled at him

and stormed out.

Do you know why?

I figured it was the hormones.

Here it is.

Barclay Pallister.

This is sour grapes.

You had to dismiss the rape case,

so you're trying to pin a homicide

on an innocent man.

The only reason that we lost the rape case

is because your client killed

April Troost.

Kind of hard to kill someone in a crowded restaurant.

But easy at her apartment.

I never went to her apartment.

Where'd you go after Luigi's? Straight home.

Will your wife vouch for that?

She left me after you charged me with rape.

Well, if the screw fits.

My client met Ms. Troost in a neutral location

with plenty of witnesses.

No law was broken.

What about witness tampering?

She invited him.

So what do a victim and a rapist

talk about over a plate of pasta?

Money.

She had me by the balls,

so I gave her half a million in cash.

You walked through this city carrying $500,000

and just handed it over to her.

Yeah.

Then why did she leave crying?

'Cause she's crazy.

I was happy to pay her

just to get her out of my life.

She left with the money, and I never saw her again.

The problem is neither has anyone else.

We're through here.

Charge my client or leave.

By the way, your cleanup job at the apartment sucked.

You should've let April burn up in that car.

You've made an awful lot of mistakes,

and I promise they're gonna catch up to you.

Every piece of evidence points to Barclay Pallister.

CSU checked his lab.

Same chemical cans,

same industrial strength hydrogen peroxide.

Which you could find in any lab.

It's still circumstantial.

Well, look, the blood

on the sofa, walls, floor--

they're a DNA match to April.

We don't have a body.

Captain, got a nosy neighbor off the canvass.

Said she complained to April about loud music

the night she died.

April apologized

and said she'd tell her friend to turn it down.

Did the neighbor get a look at this friend?

She just said him.

I may know who.

April's LUDs, four incoming calls

to her cell phone after dinner,

all from the same number.

Barclay Pallister.

No.

A Roger Mason. Lives on East 82nd.

April didn't answer the phone.

I was worried about the baby, so I kept calling.

That's what friends do.

Most female homicide victims

are killed by a man they know.

That's another thing friends do.

You think I killed her?

You got impatient,

'cause she didn't return your calls.

went over to her apartment,

got in a fight, and killed her.

I'd never hurt my baby.

Your baby?

Our baby.

We were going to adopt her unborn child.

April never mentioned that.

We agreed to pay for the costs and the fees

of the pregnancy and delivery.

How much does a bouncing baby girl go for these days?

$50,000.

Sounds like you were buying a baby.

April didn't want to keep the baby.

This was best for everyone.

Now do you understand?

We could never hurt April.

Then what was so urgent that night?

April was depressed.

She'd been through a lot.

Her husband died.

She lost her job, got behind in the rent.

We had been giving her extra cash.

But then two days ago she stopped returning our calls.

April sure made a bundle off of that rape.

Talk about making a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

Half a million from Barclay Pallister,

and 50 grand for selling the baby.

Not exactly the poor, fragile victim

we thought she was.

You have no idea.

Meet the Ramseys.

The Harts. The Fritzlers.

All expectant parents.

All paid 50 grand

to adopt April Troost's baby.

There could be dozens of marks we don't even know about.

She used the rape and pregnancy to turn a quick buck.

And everybody she scammed has motive to kill her.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Captain Cragen.

I'm Captain Cragen.

Lorraine Dillon.

I'm April Troost's mother.

April said that her mother's name was Sarah.

I've had six husbands and as many last names.

But I've always been Lorraine.

Your daughter

also said that you died of cancer last year.

She always had a problem with the truth.

When she was a child,

she'd run away.

And when I brought her back home,

she'd make all these crazy allegations

against my former husbands.

When's the last time you saw her?

It was about four years ago.

We had a fight.

She stole several very expensive pieces of jewelry,

including my grandmother's diamond

and ruby necklace.

Did you call the police?

She was my daughter.

Maybe if I'd had, she'd--

she would still be alive.

Do you have any idea who did this?

Mrs. Dillon,

we think April was mixed up

in some illegal activity.

There are quite a few suspects.

What did she do?

She took a lot of money from a lot of people.

April always had a way of hiding things.

I remember once she said something

about a safe deposit box.

Take all the time you need.

Thank you.

Any jewelry in there?

No. Headshots.

Those are very handsome men.

And well known.

He's a musician.

This one owns the hottest restaurant in New York.

This is that new third basemen that just came up from AAA.

These guys are a lot more than just good looking.

How about this guy?

Barclay Pallister.

The man who raped my daughter?

Why would she have his photograph?

April was stalking Barclay Pallister.

And dozens of other men.

All handsome, rich, talented,

at the top of their professions.

I know this guy.

J.J. Price. I've got his CD.

It's quite a gene pool she's got here.

April was looking for a champion breeder.

Barclay was the winner.

Some ho tricked me

into fatherhood, I'd be pretty worked up.

And paying child support

for the next 18 years.

17.5% of your income before taxes.

With April and the baby dead,

Barclay dodges that bullet.

Not for the murder charge.

If he did it.

He's only one of the men April was stalking.

Let's find out who else she burned.

Oh, that crazy chick?

What'd she say I did?

So you know her?

Yeah, I really wish I didn't.

You two have sex?

Most likely, yeah.

You forget a hottie like that?

You must get a lot of action.

Dude, you don't know the half of it, man.

I remember her face.

I just don't remember the name.

The whole night was kinda fuzzy.

Where'd you meet her?

At my restaurant.

Every man with a pulse checked her out.

But she only had eyes for you?

And my wallet.

But a body like that is worth every penny.

How much she cost you?

Nothing.

She bought me a beer.

Bet that happens a lot.

Well, they usually expect me to pay,

especially after signing my last big contract.

But she was different.

She knew everything about me,

down to my stats.

What'd you do after the drink?

Think we went back to my crib.

You think?

That's all you remember?

Dude, I remember porcelain, man.

Up close and personal.

How many drinks did she buy you?

Just one, which never gives me a hangover.

I was sick as a dog.

Groggy, nauseous?

Both.

I thought I had the flu.

Did you see a doctor?

Didn't have to.

Pulled a random drug test the next morning.

I failed.

What'd you take?

Nothing.

She doped me.

All right. What'd they find?

Rohypnol.

What are you doing here?

Just need to ask you some questions.

- Get the hell away from me. - Hear me out.

The rape charge was dropped. I don't need to talk to you.

Please, just listen to me.

Now, the first time that you met April,

she bought you a drink.

Yeah, so?

What's the next thing you remember?

Waking up in my own bed, alone.

Loss of memory.

Headache?

Nausea.

She put something in my drink?

Rohypnol.

I told you I didn't rape her.

I know.

But if she slipped me a Roofie...

how did I get it up?

The only explanation is a technique

called electro ejaculation.

I don't like the sound of that.

Nothing to it.

Insert this end in the rectum,

an electric shock causes an involuntary ejaculation.

Love used to be simpler.

The first procedure was done back in the '70s

on a teenager who died in a motorcycle accident.

His parents wanted grandchildren.

It's called Posthumous Reproduction.

The sperm from a corpse is viable?

If harvested within 30 hours.

Will this thing work

if the guy's not dead?

They've recently

started using this technique

on paraplegics and coma victims.

If your guys were drugged,

they never knew it happened.

And this is legal?

No state law provides clear guidance

on how to retrieve sperm from a man

who's incapacitatedor dead.

And you talked to all the men that April stalked?

34 guys,

same story.

April buys 'em a drink.

Next thing they know, it's morning,

she's gone, they're sick puppies.

Any nightmares about cattle prods?

Oh, they never knew what hit 'em.

I thought I heard of every sex crime.

Damn, who thinks this stuff up?

Okay, so we know that April used Barclay Pallister's

sperm to impregnate herself.

What did she do with the rest?

A lot of women out there'd pay big money

to have one of these guys father their children.

Sperm banks make big bucks off genius sperm.

We have seven sperm banks in New York City.

Let's split 'em up

and hit 'em all.

Welcome to the institute.

Please have a seat and fill this out.

We're not interested

in your services.

Do you know this woman?

April. She used to work here.

What was her job?

Collections.

She was our accountant.

You lying son of a bitch.

You're a fraud.

Listen to that crap.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

The police.

What's going on in here?

That quack tricked me.

I did nothing of the sort.

I want my money back.

Stop.

Now, what exactly is the problem?

He said my baby would be playing Mozart.

I told you there were no guarantees.

She can't even play Chopsticks!

All she does is bang on the damn keys!

All right, what exactly did you promise her?

Nothing.

I inseminated her with the life juice

of a renowned musician.

A genius in his field who will

remain nameless. Then why am I stuck with her?

You provided 50%

of her genetic material.

Perhaps she inherited your traits.

Okay, how much did you pay for this super sperm?

$20,000.

I want this woman arrested

for trespassing.

What are you doing?

I'm arresting you.

For what?

Stealing sperm.

What?

This is absurd.

You obviously don't understand the magnitude of my work.

I'm saving the human race.

By stealing sperm.

I didn't steal anything.

You conspired

with April Troost to forcibly obtain the mother lodes.

Nobody was forced.

She explained my mission to the gentlemen,

and persuaded them to donate.

Yeah, with a cattle prod.

I had no idea.

I'm sorry if people were hurt.

But their suffering will benefit the greater good.

And how's that?

The intelligence of the world's population

is rapidly declining.

Poor, less educated people

are reproducing at higher rates

than bright, successful ones.

I have four kids.

Yes.

My work will reverse mankind's

inevitable demise by spreading the seeds

of world class scientists, musicians, athletes.

You're nothing but a Nazi trying to engineer a master race.

He's a nut job.

A lot of researchers think he's Nobel Prize material.

Who, the Dr. Mengele fan club?

Almost everyone in genetic engineering.

His work in pre-implantation genetic diagnosis

allows us to screen embryos for severe disorders

like Tay-Sachs, cystic fibrosis, Down Syndrome.

He's legit.

And controversial.

He just invented a technique

for couples to select their own baby's sex.

And he's researching ways of manipulating

inherited characteristics

like height, eye color, intelligence--

Making designer babies.

He can't do it yet.

But in our lifetime,

wealthy couples are gonna be able to custom-order a baby.

And the couples who can't afford it?

There'll be two races: the enhanced and the average,

driving a bigger wedge between the rich and the poor.

Looks like McManus' research is on ice.

What happened?

His clinic's broke.

He makes hundreds of thousands

selling genius sperm.

But his research is expensive.

It's a temporary setback.

Dr. Frankenstein had a backup plan.

What's that?

April's life insurance policy

naming you as the sole beneficiary.

$5 million?

You just went from zero to rich

faster than it takes to drive off a cliff.

How could I know April was gonna have a tragic accident?

Well, she didn't. You murdered her.

That's preposterous.

It's more like ingenious.

You recognize that?

It's a chemical storage can.

We found it at the scene at April's car crash.

It's just like the one you use at your lab.

Know what else we found at your lab?

Hydrogen peroxide.

Same concentrate that was used to clean up April's blood

in her apartment.

Hundreds of labs use these things.

But I bet yours was

the only one who took out an insurance policy

on the one person who could blow the whistle

on where you got your sperm.

She suckered you, too, didn't she?

She blackmailed you so nobody would find out?

That's why you were so broke.

And if your clinic closes down,

you're not saving the world.

So you murdered her for the insurance money.

No. I loved her.

Oh, so you were sleeping with her too.

That's disgusting.

She's my daughter.

I didn't kill her.

And I can prove it.

Who told you?

Your father.

Mother always said never trust a man.

Where's the baby, April?

It was stillborn.

You're a liar.

What, you didn't need it anymore,

so you killed it?

That's not a very nice thing to say

to someone in mourning.

Cut the act, April! I'm sick of your crap.

You were my friend. You promised to protect me.

When you were a rape victim,

not a rapist.

You sexually assaulted three dozen men.

Really?

Did they tell you I assaulted them?

We've got you on extortion and fraud.

Not to mention ripping off childless couples.

And extorting half a million dollars

from Barclay Pallister.

It was a settlement.

There's nothing illegal

about being paid for my pain and suffering.

Faking your own murder for the insurance money is.

Gotta hand it to you.

Smearing your own blood on the walls?

That was good.

You have a sick imagination.

On my best day I couldn't make this stuff up.

I'm the victim here. None of this is my fault.

April Troost, you are under arrest for fraud.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can...

You're only charging April with fraud and extortion?

She's a walking crime spree.

My hands are tied.

Three dozen of her victims don't even have

a memory of being raped.

What about the baby?

No hospitals in the tri-state area

even have a record that she delivered one.

Casey, trust me, she did.

And then she sold it or she drowned it

or who knows.

But that evil bitch did

something terrible with that baby.

You know, for all we know,

it really was stillborn, and that's not a crime.

No, it's a con!

April has been scamming us since day one.

She never had any intention of jumping off that ledge.

She played you, so now you're pissed.

Yes, I'm pissed.

But we still have to find that baby.

Not to mention ruining Barclay Pallister's life.

That's not our fault. That's April's.

And knowing her, she will find someone else to blame.

Her mother.

April was raised without any moral values whatsoever.

So she's a sociopath.

April's well aware of right and wrong,

but she believes the law doesn't apply to her.

That's how she was brought up.

My mother told me that storks bring babies

and that Santa came down the chimney.

But you know what, you grow up and you realize

that some of the things your parents told you

aren't true. Not if you're brainwashed.

April Troost is like

a suicide bomber, indoctrinated from birth.

She lives her life by the lies her mother told her.

Ignorance of the law is no defense.

Mental defect is.

Your shrink will agree, April wasn't responsible

for her actions.

Mother had me running scams

from the day I was born.

I saved her thousands in hospital bills.

She conned her doctor?

She took him for everything he had.

He was husband number two.

Do you find tricking people amusing?

Absolutely.

Mother always said

if you're too stupid to see the wool

being pulled over your eyes,

you deserve what you get.

So it's okay to rip people off,

to break the law?

I know there are rules.

But they don't apply to me.

How did that go over in school?

I didn't go to school.

Mother didn't want me picking up any bad habits.

Like what?

Feeling sorry for people.

What mother called "getting soft."

She taught me to stay alert. Be on the lookout.

For what?

There are always people who want to take advantage of me.

That's why I have to take advantage of them first.

Survival of the fittest.

Screw or get screwed.

Mother drilled that into me.

She taught me everything she knew about people.

Men in particular.

She went through six husbands and their fortunes.

What about your father, Dr. McManus?

Husband number one.

She left him right after I was born.

He was brilliant but broke.

I didn't meet him until a year ago.

He was thrilled to find the daughter he never knew.

And how did you feel?

It was the opportunity of a lifetime.

I needed a job,

and he paid me well

to bring him the best genetic material.

Barclay Pallister.

April, don't you think

that he deserves to know where his baby is?

Only if I get a sweet deal.

Why should you get a break?

I'm too beautiful for prison.

I had no idea

how sick she really is.

April fooled everybody.

She's quite an actress.

I bailed her out, and this is the thanks I get.

All of her problems are my fault.

Can she do this?

Can she tell all these lies in court?

I can make sure the jury hears the truth.

You can testify. No.

Let her say what she wants about me.

I'm on my way back to Florida tonight.

Hi, Mom.

How could you do this to your own mother?

Oh, some mother.

You led the cops right to my safe deposit box.

Too bad the money wasn't there.

This is not about the money.

Just tell them where the baby is.

Are you kidding?

I'm through with you.

No way I'm letting April walk.

Well, if we don't give her

some kind of plea, we may never find the baby.

How do we know it's alive?

I'm sure of it.

It's her only bargaining chip.

We checked out all the couples who had contracts

to buy April's baby.

None of them have the child.

Hotel clerk says she checked in alone.

She was not pregnant.

There are no leads off her LUDs.

That baby could be anywhere.

Black market in newborns? That's booming.

She's a cold-hearted bitch.

But is she crazy?

No. She's amoral.

She knows what she's doing is wrong.

The jury will see it as just another con job.

Take her to trial, you're never gonna find the kid.

Wherever the baby is,

it's better off than being with April.

Unless she sold the kid to a pedophile.

You have to find my baby.

Mr. Pallister.

You must make April

tell you where the baby is.

She won't.

Unless we let her off, and I can't do that.

You have to.

She's a dangerous woman.

You owe me.

Do we have any other leverage on her?

You're wrong about April.

She's a sweet girl.

If anyone's to blame, it's her mother.

I never should've chosen Lorraine.

For what?

My first experiment.

I was looking for the perfect woman.

Bright, beautiful, accomplished.

Lorraine was ideal.

I married her, and we had April.

She was a beautiful baby.

Smart.

170 IQ.

Great, but what happened to your experiment?

I thought I'd picked the ultimate mate,

but Lorraine wanted to be rich.

I wasn't.

I didn't see April till she found me last year.

I was just so happy to have my daughter back.

Your daughter's

using you to scam rich and powerful men.

She meant no harm.

She was just trying to help me.

By claiming Barclay Pallister

raped her and then having his child to prove it?

She knew it was wrong.

And she came to me.

And she said that she had to die

to fix this mess she made.

Right, and you'd collect on her insurance.

No, no, I was--

I was gonna give April all the money

so she and the baby could start a new life.

Except that new life doesn't include the baby.

What do you mean?

April doesn't have the child.

And she won't tell us where it is.

She'll tell me.

April, you're confused.

You're not thinking about what's best for the baby.

I'm not confused.

I'm thinking about what's best for me.

No one else will.

I will. Yeah, right.

They offer you a deal

if you got me to give up the kid?

No, I'm just trying to help you.

Why?

I'm your father. I love you, April.

Love is for suckers.

That baby's my ticket out of here.

I want my deal.

I can't give you one.

Well, then I can't give you my baby.

Please.

Take this baby away from her before she destroys it.

Fine, you have your deal. No jail.

Now, where's the baby?

Nice doing business with you.

Novak let you off, didn't she?

Yeah.

I'm glad.

Why?

Because you don't deserve to be a mother.

And I'm gonna make sure

that you never see that child again.

Good.

Maybe the kid'll have a chance.

You poor thing.

They stole your purse at the funeral?

Yes.

My credit cards, my ID, my cash.

My daughter is dead,

and I just want to get my grandbaby

back to Florida.

Well, here's a voucher

for a train ticket to Miami.

Thank you.

You're not going anywhere.

Detectives.

Oh, man, you are a piece of work.

Just curious.

How did you track me down?

Your daughter gave you up. You two have been

working together all along.

That was quite a performance you gave

- at our squadroom. - Well, that's my girl.

I taught her everything she knows.

Well, you won't be teaching that child a damn thing.

I can't prove that you broke the law this time.

But lady...

I am gonna get you.

Olivia.

How's the baby?

Sarah's fine.

Not that April or her mother give a damn.

I bet you they're in a bar right now

laughing at us.

Let it go.

I can't.

They scammed everyone,

and we just let them walk.

We got the baby.

I know, but we haven't seen the last of them.

They will never stop playing their sick games.

Okay, she's medically cleared.

You can take her.

Hi.

Liv, you gotta stop

beating yourself up.

The baby matters more. Now she'll be loved.

I was up all night

preparing her room.

'Cause Sarah deserves the best.

Well, she's certainly got it.

You take care.

Thank you.

I hear April's IQ is 170.

That's what Dr. McManus says, yeah.

Yes, I've read up on him. He's brilliant.

And she has good genes on my side too.

She's perfect.