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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 brother does not hate you.

He booked us twin beds, Sheila.

Twin beds on our tenth anniversary.

He's a lousy travel agent.

But sharing that teeny little bed

sure spiced things up.

Huh? Huh?

Zoey, sweetie,

we're back.

Zoey?

You know, Eve probably took Zoey to the park,

so we're alone now.

Mm-hmm.

We can try those new positions...

Mm-hmm.

In our king-sized bed.

Oh, my God.

I'm running a rape kit.

Found semen on the comforter.

Looks like she's been dead since last night.

Cause of death?

Her tongue occluded her airway.

So she was strangled?

I'll let you know after the autopsy.

Where's the crime scene?

She was in an upstairs bedroom,

but no sign of struggle.

Lividity matches the position

she was found in.

Okay, well,

let's go talk to the parents.

Well, good luck finding 'em.

Well, then who are they?

The homeowners, Sheila and Kevin Banks.

And Zoey.

The Chihuahua's their only child.

Who's this?

No idea.

They've never seen her before.

Was she raped?

I didn't find any signs

of physical trauma or sexual activity.

What about the semen on the comforter?

It's old. Probably the homeowner's.

They should change their sheets more often.

Cause of death?

Suffocation, like I thought,

but she wasn't strangled.

Elliot?

Hello?

I'm sorry.

She reminds me of my daughter.

Okay, well, if she wasn't strangled,

how'd she suffocate?

Her blood alcohol was .40.

Drank herself to death.

She's only 110 pounds.

That much alcohol in her system,

she threw up, passed out,

aspirated on her own vomit.

Anything to help ID her?

No hits on her prints or DNA.

No match to any Missing Persons report.

The only other thing I found

were traces of her vomit on the comforter.

Somebody cleaned this girl up.

Maybe that same somebody bought her the booze.

Or helped her raid the liquor cabinet.

We don't keep a drop in the house.

Not even vanilla extract.

I'm a recovering alcoholic.

I've been sober three years.

Who has the keys to your home?

Only Eve, our dog walker.

She was supposed to come twice a day

while we were on vacation.

That's what we paid for anyway.

And she just never showed up?

We found our baby locked in the basement.

God knows how long she was down there.

Have you contacted Eve?

I've left six messages.

But she hasn't called back.

You have an address for her?

No, we met her in the dog park.

Zoey ran right up to her.

And usually,

she's a much better judge of character.

I would never lock Zoey in the basement.

Somebody else must've been in the house.

Well, lady, that dog had no food or water.

Lady. Lady. Hey.

Now, that dog had no food or water.

So unless you want the ASPCA and PETA

picketing your home,

I would suggest you start telling the truth.

Ever since my business took off,

I've had to outsource some of my clients.

What, to India?

Local high school students.

But they're all true dog lovers,

I make sure of it.

Which one of these true dog lovers

was in charge of Zoey?

Becca Rice.

This her?

No.

No, I have no idea who she is.

Where can we find this Becca?

I wasn't there.

I didn't walk Zoey yesterday

'cause I was sick.

Hung over?

Ms. Goody Two-Shoes?

I don't think so.

Who are you, her brother?

His name's Jordan.

I tutor him in math and Spanish twice a week.

Gotta get those grades up for college.

You know this girl?

No.

How 'bout you?

Is she dead?

Yeah, in the house

where you were dog-sitting.

How do you explain that?

I don't know.

Becca?

Who are these people?

Mrs. Rice? Yeah.

NYPD.

What happened?

We're investigating an incident in the house

where your daughter was dog sitting.

Rebecca?

I gave the keys to Reagan,

this girl at my school.

So she could throw a party

with her friends Luke and Mark.

Of all the stupid things.

Look, I am terribly sorry about this.

Please tell the homeowners

I will cover all the damages.

Well, unfortunately, Mrs. Rice,

it's not that simple.

This girl died at that party.

Oh, my God.

And without your daughter's cooperation,

we have no way to identify her.

Becca.

Tell them her name.

I--I don't know it.

I didn't even go to that stupid party.

How about you, Jordan?

Were you there?

Uh, yeah, just for a little while.

So did you see this girl there?

Maybe. Um, I'm not sure.

Well, maybe you can give us a list

of the names some of the kids who might know.

Uh, the party's invite only.

There's a guest list online.

Great. Go online. Show us.

"Get ready to drive drunk."

Drunk driving's a joke?

No.

It's just a stupid drinking game

guys play with girls to get in their pants.

Let's get to that guest list.

I'm so getting my ass reamed

if anyone at school finds out I helped you.

"Your hosts: Reagan, Mark, and Luke."

There she is.

Melanie Tamkin.

"Hard worker, homecoming queen,

class president."

She wanted to be a doctor.

She doesn't go to our school.

Profile says she's from Greenwich, Connecticut.

Well, she came a long way to die.

Melanie never drank.

She was a straight-A student

for crying out loud.

She was always responsible.

Where'd you think she was this weekend?

At the Math Olympics.

In Hartford.

Did Melanie ever mention

having any friends in the city?

Hanover Day School?

No.

Were those the kids who threw the party?

Yeah, it was my party, but I didn't know

all the kids there.

Word gets around.

Kids invite their friends.

They invite their friends, you know.

You see who she came with?

No.

All I saw was her guzzling

a bottle of Schnapps.

Some guy bet her she couldn't drink

ten shots in ten minutes.

Did she?

She made it to the third round

before she hurled her way to the john.

You see anybody help her?

No, but I heard she was too blotto to walk.

Took two guys to carry her to the bathroom.

Was she conscious?

No, they threw her in a cold shower,

but it didn't wake her up.

Then what happened?

Nothing, a couple guys carried her to the bedroom.

Figured she'd sleep it off.

Did anybody call an ambulance?

Everyone panicked.

One girl said her lips turned blue.

It was horrible.

No one knew what to do.

Why not call 9-1-1?

Well, one guy wanted to.

He kept yelling,

"She's gonna die. We gotta do something."

But nobody called.

Everyone was scared of getting in trouble.

They just wanted to clean up and get outta there.

Well, we all have curfews, that's why everyone left.

I mean, that's what I heard

because, like I said, I wasn't there.

So nobody helped her?

They just left Melanie there to die?

How could they do that?

They were afraid.

Afraid of getting caught?

They're kids. They panicked.

They murdered my little girl.

And I want them held accountable.

Do we have enough evidence

to charge Reagan, Mark, and Luke

with Melanie Tamkin's death?

Well, someone gave her the booze.

We know there wasn't any in the house.

We can't prove those kids

meant for anyone to get that drunk.

It's a party that got out of control.

These three promised fun drinking games.

So we can argue that they provided the drinks.

You can't have a kegger without the keg.

Collar 'em.

Docket ending 45347.

People versus Reagan Michels,

Mark Schroeffel, and Luke Young.

Charges are Criminally Negligent Homicide

and Criminal Trespass Three.

How do the defendants plead?

Not guilty.

The charges against my clients are ridiculous.

The People can't prove that any one of them was present

when this poor girl lost her life.

They all made statements

describing what happened in great detail.

They were there, and they did nothing.

Their accounts are all hearsay.

Not one of them saw what happened to Melanie.

They're merely repeating rumors they heard.

Neglecting a young woman in fatal distress

is reprehensible.

But without corroboration,

there is insufficient evidence

to proceed as a homicide.

However, the charge of Trespass still stands.

I am releasing these minors

to the custody of their parents.

I will see you all back here in two weeks.

And furthermore, you are under

judicial order to abstain from alcohol,

and you are forbidden to be anywhere that alcohol is served,

except in the company of a parent.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Your Honor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

We are adjourned.

You call that justice?

Mr. Tamkin, please.

You're letting killers walk free!

Detective Stabler, would you please

escort Mr. Tamkin outside?

Murderers!

You killed my daughter!

Melanie did not deserve this.

Help me.

Come on.

What's the occasion, Dad?

I just wanna talk.

About what?

Where's a kid your age get alcohol?

Dad, what's up?

A girl your age died, Kathleen.

From drinking?

Yeah, think somebody

bought the alcohol for her.

Maybe she got it herself.

Fake ID?

Or online.

All you need is a credit card.

It's easier than getting into an R rated movie.

Excuse me?

How can I help you?

I'll take whatever's lite on tap.

How 'bout you?

Uh...

she's gonna have an iced tea.

And I'm fine.

Iced tea.

See? It's easy.

Don't worry, Dad, I don't even like beer.

If you did, would you tell me?

No.

Guess I'll just have to read your diary.

Dad, no one keeps diaries anymore.

If you want to find out what kids are up to,

you just read their web pages.

We post stuff here we'd never talk about anywhere else.

And no one monitors these accounts, huh?

Sometimes schools do

to make sure no one's coming to school

with a shotgun.

Pull up Reagan's blog, Honey, please.

Sure.

"The 'rents got me on a tight leash

after court today."

That means "parents".

I know what 'rents means.

Here's a reply from Reagan to a kid named Jordan.

"Don't be chicken.

"Fly the coop. Land at the roost.

You bring the candy."

So they're partying even after

Judge Donnelly told 'em not to.

Where's the roost?

I don't know, Dad.

Every clique has their own slang.

You'll have to ask them.

Detective, come in.

What brings you here so late?

Becca.

She home?

Yeah.

I'm having a glass of wine.

Join me?

I'm working.

Thank you.

Next time.

Where's your partner?

We don't always do interviews together.

You two an item?

I noticed you didn't wear a wedding ring.

Maybe you should've been a detective.

Hmm.

May I speak with Becca?

I don't know anything about a party tonight.

I wasn't invited.

Detective Stabler says Jordan was.

Why didn't you ask him to take you, Sweetheart?

Mom, we're not that kind of friends.

Well, maybe if you paid more attention

to your appearance, you would be.

Isn't she beautiful, Detective?

Mom, don't.

Becca.

Where could these kids be partying tonight?

I told you. I don't know.

Is that the truth, Becca?

If you know something,

you need to tell Detective Stabler.

I heard Luke Young talking about

having some people over.

His parents are in Aspen.

It's open!

Chug! Chug! Chug!

Chug! Chug! Ch--

Cheap tequila.

What's the matter, Reagan?

You drink the worm?

What are you doing here?

Hey, Jordan, you brought the candy, huh?

Look at this. Foosball.

Big screen TV. Dart boards.

You got yourself a regular frat house here.

Guess what. You're busted. Let's go.

No, no, wait, wait.

Um, you don't understand. We're celebrating.

I got into Princeton. Early decision.

Detective?

Check this out.

Hey, that's my inhaler.

I've got asthma, man.

Do you really?

Smells like an alcohol vaporizer to me.

Isn't that the latest and greatest in a quick high?

It's illegal in 17 states including New York.

You guys are breaking the law all over the place.

I know the judge said we shouldn't drink,

but you don't get into the Ivy League every day.

Well, guess what, you're underage

and the law doesn't make exception

for special occasions.

I was being responsible.

Yeah, for what? Getting your friends loaded?

No, I haven't had a drink.

I was gonna make sure

- everyone got home safe. - Safe?

Last time you threw a party, a girl died.

Come on, we'd do anything

to change what happened, but we can't.

Please don't ruin our lives too.

Save it for the judge.

We arrested Reagan, Mark, Luke,

and Jordan last night.

I know.

I released them this morning.

Why? Those kids disobeyed your order not to drink.

They were very remorseful.

They even volunteered

to enter alcohol awareness classes.

Now, if you'll excuse me

I have a decision to write.

Classes are not gonna change those kids.

I am not going to ruin the futures

of four promising young students

by throwing them in with gang bangers

and kiddie murderers.

The punishment needs to fit the crime.

And I think jail, in this case,

is excessively punitive.

Bad decision.

What did you say?

I said it's a bad decision, and you know it.

So jail is okay

for these kids, but not for your own daughter?

When she got caught drunk driving,

you made those charges disappear.

Elizabeth, these kids come from affluent families.

They think the rules don't apply to them.

These kids are spoiled, I'll grant you that.

But I think this was a wake-up call.

Your Honor.

What is it?

I'll get back to you.

You need to see something.

This was just posted on Reagan's web page.

My daughter spotted it.

- Yeah! - Hey--hey, here's--

Hey, here's to the Special Educations Unit.

Thanks for the free day off of school.

Yeah, we really learned our lesson.

And here's to Detective Gaybler.

Oh!

You think he's banging his partner, man?

Oh, no way. No way.

It would take a locksmith

to pry that prude's legs open.

And what about that Judge Diarrhea?

Oh, that old witch.

Yeah, where's her broom?

It's up her butt.

"Up my butt"?

Haul their asses in.

I'll talk to them.

Nobody home.

Well, Jordan's mom said that he had

an extra tutoring session with Becca.

Maybe they're at the library.

What are you? Kidding me?

They're probably out somewhere getting bombed.

What are you doing here?

Looking for Jordan.

His mom said he'd be here.

No, uh, she's wrong.

I don't tutor him on Thursdays.

Do you mind if we, uh, come in?

Any idea where we can find him?

Why? Is he in trouble?

Just want to talk with him.

About what?

Thought you said he wasn't here.

He's not supposed to be.

What are you doing?

Don't come in here.

She's my mom.

And she's hot.

How could--

How could you do this?

Get dressed.

You're coming downtown.

Both of you.

Why?

We didn't do anything wrong.

Looks pretty wrong to me.

Get dressed.

You're sleeping with a teenage boy.

Jordan's a man.

He's 17. It's not a crime.

Oh, it oughta be.

You're old enough to be his mother.

Barely.

When I was his age, I was pregnant with Becca.

So you're reliving your lost childhood?

Is that it?

You don't get it.

When was the last time

a man your age asked you out?

Oh, we're not talking about me.

I'm not the one who's sleeping with a teenager.

It's been a while since you had a date, hasn't it?

That partner of yours is cute.

But I bet he likes 'em younger.

My ex sure did.

I wasted ten good years

on Wally before I found out

he was schtupping his secretary.

When he ran out on us, I was angry at first.

But then I realized,

if he could have a younger woman,

I could have a younger man.

Your husband leaving you hardly justifies

you sleeping with a high school student.

Why are you so bitter?

Did someone leave you?

Or maybe you had a chance once.

Someone wanted to marry you?

You thought you wanted something more?

And your "something more" is a teenage boy?

He knows his way around the bedroom.

And apparently around your liquor cabinet.

What, you have to get him drunk

to get him to sleep with you?

Hardly.

He came on to me.

Asked me to be his teacher.

So when was his first lesson?

I don't remember.

When was your 17th birthday?

October 29th.

Oh, that's about three months ago.

How long has Becca been tutoring you?

How long?

Uh...

Six-- Six months.

The law's very clear.

If Lillian started having sex with you

before your 17th birthday,

that's statutory rape.

She--

She didn't rape me.

I wanted it.

I love her.

Good for you.

When'd you two start having sex?

On my birthday. All right?

Oh, okay.

That's a hell of a present.

Were you drunk?

He was served.

But it wasn't alcohol.

And he wasn't complaining.

Look, there were empty bottles

on your bedroom floor.

Those were mine.

Jordan is drunk.

He was drunk when he came over.

Hey!

Again, now where'd you get the booze

for the party at Luke's house?

I don't-- I don't know.

Around.

Lillian give it to you?

No.

We'll you're gonna tell me the name

of the person who did or you're going to jail.

Whatever.

Doing time doesn't seem to scare him.

Because he knows it's an empty threat.

Best we can do is a misdemeanor.

Unless he has a prior record.

You just said the magic words.

"Prior record."

Does the date October 26, 2005

mean anything to you?

Chicago White Sox won the World Series.

First time since 1970.

It was also the first time

Jordan was arrested

for drunk and disorderly conduct.

He tossed a beer bottle

through a neighbor's bedroom window

and then urinated

on her front steps.

You can't hold your liquor, can you?

The judge took it easy on him

because he was only 15,

but you're an adult now.

So what?

So you're looking at 15 days in jail,

a $250 fine, and community service.

I guess I'll have to fill in

all the colleges you applied to.

What do you-- What do you want from me?

All you have to do is tell the truth

and everything goes away.

The college board will never know.

I need to use the bathroom.

Jordan, this is a one time only offer.

I'm gonna throw up.

Jordan, wait.

Hey, let him go.

When can I talk to my mom?

As soon as Detective Benson's

finished with her.

- Becca, you stupid bitch. - Easy.

You're the reason we're in this mess.

This is what we get for letting freaks hang with us.

Cool it, wise-ass.

I'm sorry.

You know, I feel sorry for you.

What's it like to have a slut for a mother?

She's not a slut.

The whole school knows she's banging Jordan.

So do you sleep with all of Becca's friends,

or just Jordan?

Go to hell.

Just callin' it like I seem 'em.

Got an eyeful today.

So did Becca.

Leave my daughter out of this.

You're the one who put her in the middle

when you started screwing her friend.

I told him we had to be careful.

So hold on, let me just get this straight.

Out of all the men out there,

you picked the one boy

that your daughter has a crush on.

You know, that looks like you're competing with her.

No, no.

It just happened.

I never meant for Becca to find out.

I wouldn't hurt her in a million years.

Well, then you shouldn't have banged her friend!

You don't understand.

I care about Jordan.

You care about Jordan?

Then why would you give alcohol to a boy

that the judge just ordered

not to drink?

I want my lawyer now.

Of course you do.

Okay.

Well, while you're

waiting for him,

I'm gonna go talk to Becca.

She's a minor. You can't talk to her

without my permission. Oh, really?

See, that would be true

if she was a suspect, but she's not.

She's a witness.

I can talk to her all I want.

You could start a bonfire with all the alcohol

this one drank.

What's your poison, Honey?

Shut up, you dirty old man.

Who you callin' old?

You can't keep us in here!

I'm sure you're daddy will bail your ass out.

I called him two hours ago.

Looks like daddy thinks he could use a night in jail.

You finish processing the princess,

and I'll take 'em all down to Central Booking.

You can't do this. I want my parents.

Yeah, and I want the troops home,

the Kyoto Protocol signed,

and a Tijuana oil job

from Miss February.

Where's Becca?

Thought she was with you.

Hey, have you seen a teenage girl,

hair pulled back, brown, glasses?

Yeah, passed me on the way in.

Looked pretty upset.

Becca?

Becca, wait, I need you to come back inside.

No, I'm going home.

Listen, I want to talk to you

about your mother.

No. No.

You have every right to be upset, Becca.

I can't imagine how devastating it is

to see what you saw.

If you had just left us alone,

none of this would have happened.

Becca, you know that's not true.

They've been sleeping together for months.

You would've found out sooner or later.

Just leave me alone.

Honey, what your mother did was wrong.

She hurt you.

You don't understand her.

She slept with the boy you like.

She didn't mean for it to happen.

Jordan, he took advantage of her,

and she--

she was just trying to help me make friends.

Becca, why are you defending her?

She's my best friend.

And you're try--

you're trying to put her in jail.

You're ruining our lives.

Becca give you anything on her mom?

Oh, no, she stood up for her.

Even after Lillian boffed her buddy in there?

Becca blames Jordan.

She thinks that he seduced her mother.

And Jordan's sticking up for Lillian.

What a mess.

So let's clean it up.

Jordan was drunk when he and Lillian had sex.

He's too young to be drinking.

And his state of intoxication

negates his ability to consent to sex.

So we could charge Lillian

with Rape Two.

Only if he testifies against her.

You think he'd flip on Lillian?

He loves her; he'll deny everything

to protect her.

He knows his testimony can put her in prison.

Look, Lillian is sleeping with him

and getting him drunk.

She probably bought the booze

for all their parties.

I wouldn't be surprised

if Lillian provided the alcohol

for the night Melanie Tamkin died.

Look, this isn't just about underage drinking.

It's about homicide.

Now, I don't have enough to charge Lillian yet.

But maybe if we squeeze the kids,

we can get one of them to rat her out.

This is the second time in a week that three of you

are here on underage drinking charges.

And you, Jordan, have allegedly

supplied the alcohol on both occasions.

Furthermore, you have made

mockery of my authority.

Therefore, you are charged with contempt of court.

And face time in a juvenile facility.

My clients regret their behavior,

and ask Your Honor

for leniency in light of

their strong scholastic achievement.

It would be unfairly punitive

to disrupt their education.

I've already taken care of that.

I've spoken to your principal.

He's decided to place you on probation.

So for the remainder of the semester,

you will not be allowed to participate

in athletics, extracurricular activities,

or the prom.

Please, Your Honor, we're really sorry.

Good.

I'll see you all back here in two weeks.

And if you are truly repentant,

you will have stayed sober the entire time.

We will, Your Honor.

I know.

I've ordered daily urine tests for all of you.

Next case.

So they miss the prom, big deal.

Well, it is to them. You see their faces?

This is the first time that these kids

have taken it seriously.

...and one count endangering the welfare of a minor.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Bail?

The people ask for $200,000, Your Honor.

That's crazy, my client is not a flight risk.

She is the mother of a teenage daughter

who attends Hanover Day School.

And she uses the school as a sexual hunting ground.

Counselor, that is hardly appropriate.

The defendant is released

on her own recognizance.

And she is also ordered not to have any contact

with minors, except her own child.

Now that these kids see that this isn't a joke,

maybe we can get one of them

to tell us who bought the alcohol

that killed Melanie.

Especially if I agree to expunge the record

of anyone willing to come forward.

This is all your fault!

How could you do this to my mother?

Hey, look, I didn't do anything.

- She came on to me. - You're lying!

Becca, that's enough.

Come on. Happy?

You completely screwed up my whole life!

Well, you can fix this.

Just tell us everything, and we'll make a deal.

Do I have a choice?

With your record, Judge Donnelly's gonna be

a lot harder on you than the other kids.

So I gotta be a rat?

Yeah, that or go to jail.

All right.

Lillian bought the booze the night Melanie died.

Satisfied?

Yeah.

Oh, you suck.

Stabler.

Where?

Elliot.

That Lillian?

No.

Reagan Michels.

Jordan drunk?

Coroner said his blood alcohol

was three times the legal limit.

How 'bout Reagan?

Sober.

Her backpack was full of library books.

Givin' her a lift home.

Jordan's liver shows signs of long term alcohol abuse.

How long term?

Three or four years.

80% of high school students try alcohol.

41% of 9th graders

admit they drink regularly.

Well, Jordan said Lillian

was buying it for 'em.

Yeah, but without his testimony,

I can't prove it; I need a living witness.

I'm gonna talk to Becca.

I thought she wasn't cooperating.

Well, maybe two dead classmates will change her mind.

- Leave me alone. - No.

Jordan and Reagan are dead.

That doesn't have anything to do with me.

It does if your mother gave Jordan the alcohol.

It's your fault Jordan got drunk.

You wouldn't leave him alone.

We were trying to help him.

Yeah right. Just like Ms. Cramer.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Who's Ms. Cramer?

Our guidance counselor.

She claims she helps kids, but all she does

is go behind their backs and trash talk them.

Did she trash talk you?

No, Jordan.

He told her he thought he had a drinking problem,

and she ratted him out to the headmaster,

and Jordan got suspended.

They said, uh, his problems

put other students at risk.

- When did that happen? - Yesterday.

After you arrested Jordan and my mother.

You told him he was going to prison.

He was so upset last night.

I've never seen him so freaked.

You saw Jordan last night?

I'm late for the memorial service.

I gotta go.

Reagan was really pretty.

Kids used to say that we looked alike.

I really liked that.

It's so sad.

I'm gonna miss her so much.

Jordan was like a brother to me.

Can't believe I'll never play lacrosse with him again.

Team will never take State now.

Would anyone else like to share their thoughts?

Yeah, I would.

Jordan Owens was drunk when he killed himself

and Reagan Michels.

He was an alcoholic.

And we all knew it

and didn't do anything about it.

Took a lot of balls to say that in there.

It's the truth.

Hey, wait.

Yeah?

What you said in there-- You're right.

Jordan, I knew he was in trouble,

but I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.

What are you talking about?

Becca Rice.

She's hardcore. She drinks all the time.

Becca?

Are you sure?

Yeah, she hides it.

That flavored water she's always drinking,

it's mostly vodka.

You can't just barge in here--

We've received information

that your daughter's been abusing alcohol.

My daughter doesn't drink.

- What's in the glass? - Lemonade.

I told you, my daughter doesn't drink.

Just lemonade?

There's nothing else in there.

Then you won't mind taking a Breathalyzer?

That's absurd. This is ridiculous.

I need you to blow into that tube right there.

Blow into the tube.

Blow into the tube, please.

That's it.

...06, she's been drinking.

That can't be right.

Becca, you need to come with us.

- No, please let go of me. - Take it easy.

No, take your hands off of me.

Easy, easy.

Can you let go of me, please?

Mom, Mom, Mom,

please don't let them take me.

Your mom's coming with you.

Lillian Rice, you're under arrest

for endangering the welfare of a minor.

Now, you have the right to remain silent.

Now, you give up that right,

anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

Motion to suppress evidence

on what grounds, Mr. Langan?

Detective Stabler entered my client's home

without her permission,

and illegally seized evidence.

He had no warrant for an arrest.

Therefore, the arrest should be vacated

and the evidence suppressed.

But Detective Stabler was escorting ACS.

The evidence, a glass of lemonade,

was on the dining room table

in plain view.

A test confirmed that it was vodka.

That drink belonged to my client,

not her daughter.

Well, then why was Becca drinking it

when Detective Stabler and ACS entered the home?

She picked up my glass by mistake.

Was it also a mistake that Becca's blood alcohol content

was .06, or that her eyes were red,

or she was unsteady on her feet?

She had just lost two close friends.

She'd been crying. She was drunk.

Not legally; her blood alcohol

was below the level of legal intoxication.

It doesn't matter; it's illegal for Lillian Rice

to serve alcohol to her daughter.

Lillian didn't give it to her.

Becca took it.

Can you prove that Lillian Rice

served her daughter alcohol?

She was drinking vodka in her mother's home

with her approval.

Then you get me a statement from Becca Rice

corroborating that assertion,

or your case is out.

Why are you here?

I meant what I said yesterday at your school.

I'm not gonna let you kill yourself

like Jordan did.

This is the first time I've been sober in months.

Good.

How's it feel?

Weird.

When I was drinking,

I didn't have to face my problems.

Now I do.

Why'd you start drinking?

- To feel better. - About what?

Everything.

It has always made my mom feel better

when she got upset.

How old were you when you started?

12.

Did you drink with your mom?

Not until after she caught me.

I thought I was gonna be in really big trouble,

but she said she didn't mind

as long as I didn't hide it.

After that,

Mom found reasons for us to drink.

New boyfriend.

No boyfriend.

New job.

No job.

How 'bout your friends?

Did your mom buy alcohol for them?

I didn't have any friends.

No one liked me till my mom

started passing out wine coolers.

Then everybody wanted to be my friend.

She made you popular?

Yeah, for the first time in my life.

Becca...

did your mom buy the alcohol

for the party where Melanie Tamkin died?

She did, didn't she?

Yes.

And was Jordan drinking at your house

the night he died?

Yes.

Is it true your mother

provided alcohol for you and your friends,

including Jordan Owens?

Even though she knew none of you were 21?

She said it was safer than us being in bars

with strangers who'd take advantage of us.

Except your mother

was sleeping with Jordan Owens.

Nothing further.

Who is Tiffany Winston?

Don't look at Ms. Novak for help.

According to the photo

on this Michigan driver's license,

you are Tiffany Winston.

Defense Three, Your Honor.

Becca Rice's fake ID.

Did your mother get that for you?

No.

So you procured that ID to buy alcohol?

Yes.

Why'd you have to buy alcohol

if your mother was giving it to you?

Uh, I sometimes would stop by

the bodega on my way to school.

Exhibit B.

A credit card receipt from Courier Wines

for two cases of Sauvignon Blanc.

You recognize that signature?

It's mine.

Did your mother order that for you?

No, I did.

But you used her credit card?

Now, what happened when she got the bill

for $343?

I was grounded.

But I thought your mother

was cool with your drinking.

She was, just not with me spending her money.

And why, if your mother

was so cool with your drinking,

did you feel like you needed to hide vodka

in your fruit drinks?

I--

I--I don't know.

Because you knew that your mother

would disapprove.

All that talk about your mother

condoning your drinking, that's a lie, isn't it?

No. No.

I--I'm telling the truth.

Before you transferred to Hanover Day School

what school did you attend?

Cherry Hall.

And why'd you leave Cherry Hall?

You were caught stealing money

from a bake sale.

And when you were caught, you blamed another student

who was later exonerated.

I was--I was ten!

Becca, you weren't ten last summer

when you were sent home from Camp Fingerlake

for lying about smoking in the woods

where a small fire broke out.

You're a liar, Becca.

And your word can't be trusted.

Objection.

When you get in trouble, Becca, you lie to save your own skin.

Objection!

That's enough, Mr. Langan. We'll adjourn for the day.

No deals.

Face it, your case is going down in flames.

Don't be so proud of yourself, Trevor.

You attacked a vulnerable young girl.

Becca's a very troubled girl.

She's always had difficulty telling the truth.

She's exaggerated her drinking problem

to gain sympathy.

So your daughter's not an alcoholic?

Absolutely not.

I live with her. I would know.

What planet are you on?

She's in rehab.

Those places say everyone's an addict.

I love chocolate, maybe I should check in.

That's a great idea.

You might get some insight into your own problems.

That's it. Let's go.

Like why you have sex with teenage boys.

Or why you're so desperate

to be liked, you buy kids' friendship with alcohol.

It's pathetic.

Dr. Warner, these are scans

of Becca Rice's liver and brain.

What do they show?

That Becca's body has suffered long term damage

as a result of her drinking.

Is she an alcoholic?

Yes.

47% of kids who drink before age 14

become alcohol dependent.

Dr. Warner, what has alcohol done

to Becca's vital organs?

The scan on the left

is of Becca's liver.

The blue areas show cirrhotic activity.

Meaning what, Doctor?

She has the liver function of a 40-year-old man.

So she shaved years off her life span?

Quite possibly.

If she doesn't stop drinking now,

she could need a liver transplant

by the time she's 20.

Dr. Warner, what about Becca's brain?

The orange areas on the scans

show where Becca's brain has atrophied.

Neurological tests show memory loss

and impaired cognitive functions.

So by giving Becca alcohol,

Lillian has caused her brain damage

and shortened her life.

Stop.

Just stop.

Lillian--I did it.

I got Becca drunk. I'm so sorry, honey.

What about Jordan Owens?

Did you get him drunk the night he died?

Yes. I gave it to him.

And did you give Jordan the alcohol for the party

that cost Melanie Tamkin her life?

Ms. Novak, that's enough.

Let me speak.

It's my fault.

I gave Jordan the alcohol.

I'm so sorry, Becca.

I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.

I only wanted to help.

Is it any good?

It's fine.

I heard you won the case.

Yeah, if you wanna call it winning.

The girl's gonna be in rehab for a while.

And the mom got five years.

Did you bring your wallet with you?

Fine, Dad. I'll pay this time.

That's not what I'm talking about.

Give me your wallet.

Now, remember last year...

when you got arrested for drunk driving,

I used my badge to get you off.

It was a dumb mistake.

I said I was sorry.

But you never faced the consequences.

You're gonna punish me now?

Kathleen, I'm sorry.

But unfortunately,

there's not a statute of limitations

on being a bad parent.