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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.

- No, I wasn't aware--

I mean,
I'm not surprised.

He certainly deserves it.

It's long overdue.

Yeah, well, thank you--

Thank you
for telling me!

Bye.

Fin.

Can you close the door?

So...

You weren't gonna tell me.
You're just...

not gonna show up one day?
- It's not like that.

I have to hear from Dodds?

- He always had
a big mouth.

- I- I thought
we were like family here.

I mean...

You know, Fin,
on days when...

A perp walks
or a victim dies,

you know, I look

at your desk.

And it reminds me
that there is a cop

who will kick in doors,
and...

Give everything he has
without hesitation, and--

I don't have
to look behind me,

because I know...

That he has my back.

And now--

Now he's Sergeant Tutuola.

- I just didn't want to make a
big thing out of it, you know?

- Gotta start somewhere.

- I'm really happy for you.

Congratulations.
- Thanks.

- And don't think you're
getting away without a party.

- Sergeant.

- To make us happy.

- I think I'm happy.

- That means a lot
to me, Pam.

Maybe next week we can--
- See more flowers.

Whatever you want.

- "Beauty is truth,
truth, beauty.

"That is all
ye know on Earth,

and all ye
need to know."

You used to say that
all the time, remember?

- It wasn't me, Pam.
That was Dad.

- We should probably
get you back to Bayview.

Dr. Cosgrove
will think I stole you.

- Well, no more flowers.

- Next week.

- ♪ I'm gonna buy
a paper doll ♪

♪ That I can call my own

♪ A doll that other fellas

♪ Cannot steal

♪ And those flirty,
flirty guys ♪

♪ With those flirty,
flirty eyes ♪

- It's marzipan, Maddie.
It's good!

- Take it away!

- ♪ When I come home
at night ♪

♪ She will be waiting

♪ She will be
the truest doll ♪

♪ In all the world

♪ I'd rather have
a paper doll ♪

♪ That I can call my own

♪ Than have
a fickle minded ♪

♪ Real life girl

- Aww, thank you.

- ♪ Paper doll

♪ To call my own

♪ A doll
- Perfect timing.

- Oh, no,
I already took them, ma'am.

- No, my love,
you took them yesterday.

- We were knitting.

Thursday is knitting day.

- Today's Friday, honey.

- Fridays I don't forget.

Did you enjoy Frank today?

I saw you singing.

- They were yummy.

- And I was raped.

♪

♪

She tends to blend
fiction and reality.

You don't think she was raped?

- One of the soap operas
had a storyline about ghosts,

and for weeks,
Madeline was convinced

there was a ghost
in her closet.

I thought we were better
safe than sorry.

- Right, you did--you did right
to call us, Doctor.

- This is her room.
You have some visitors, Maddie.

I'll be in my office.
- Hi, Maddie.

I'm Detective Rollins.
This is Detective Carisi--

- It's sugar and honey
and almond meal.

- It's her recipe

for marzipan cookies.
She's been talking about it

all afternoon.

I'm Christine Ritchie,
her daughter.

- Grandma says
you have to be careful.

Too much almond meal
gives it a bite.

- I'll remember that.
- Okay.

Maddie, you--

You told your nurse
that you were raped.

- That's why
they're here, Mom.

Tell them about the man.

The man...

Oh, Frankie!

He came to my party.

- Is--is he the one
that assaulted you?

- There was a Frank Sinatra
impersonator today.

- Sophie's going to
be so jealous!

She should have come!

♪ A paper doll to call my own

- Mom, tell them
what you told me.

He came into your room,

he pushed your shoulders down--

- It was horrible,
horrible.

He held my shoulders down,

and I pushed,
and pushed against him,

and against him,
but he was so strong, I--

- Mom, it's okay.

I'm sorry.

- That's okay.
Uh, Maddie,

we're gonna go on
a little

- We're gonna go
to the doctor.

- Oh.

Well, I should get dressed.

- We'll wait outside.

- Come on, Mom.
Come on.

- Doc, I'm gonna need
a list of all your employees.

- They've all been screened.

- Eh, still,
I'm gonna need that list.

- Fine.

- What about visitors
to your facility?

- Patients' families, mostly.
I can get you those records

and footage
from our security cameras.

- You videotape
your patients' rooms?

- Of course not.
They're sick.

They're still entitled
to a modicum of privacy.

We film the common areas.

If you're asking
my medical opinion,

it's all in her head.

- Maybe.
But still,

I'm gonna need to talk
to all your employees,

just to be sure.

- I just thought
she was getting old.

Forgetful, you know?

Maybe I could have
done something.

Maybe I could have
caught it earlier,

if I'd just called some--
- Christine...

I don't think
it works that way.

- I found Esconso Gardens.

It's the best facility
in the city.

- You're a good daughter.

Do I do it for her
or do I do it for me?

She's my mom.
I feel like I shoved her

into an $18,000-a-month
garbage heap,

just so I wouldn't have
to deal with her.

- You don't know how to
handle someone with dementia.

- I could have learned,
I-I--

I could have hired someone.

She changed my dirty diapers.

The least
I could have done was--

Then maybe
this wouldn't have happened.

- Well, we don't know yet
that it did.

- Hey.
- Christine,

this is my lieutenant,
Olivia Benson.

- I'm so very sorry, Christine.
- Thank you.

I guess it bothers me more
than it does my mom.

- Well, you know, when a--
when a woman is raped,

unfortunately,
she's not the only victim.

It affects everyone
who's close to her.

Look, has your mother
ever complained

about being mistreated
at the facility?

- She said she didn't like
the members of this club.

The help was great, though.

If I didn't laugh,
I'd go crazy.

- Confused.

But my guess,
not raped.

- Oh, thank God.
- I still have to wait

for the lab tests,
to be sure.

- Of course.

- Not that you would expect
if she were raped.

No vaginal trauma,
nothing on her shoulders,

her inner thighs,
her arms, her neck.

No evidence of semen.

I doubt we'll find
any DNA but hers.

- Great, can you put
a rush on that?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- It's all right, Mom,
it's okay.

No!

- Excuse us.
- Uh--

When will the results be back?

- Not sure just yet,
but as soon as we hear anything

we'll let you know.

Hi, Madeline.

My name is Olivia Benson.

- Oh, Olivia,
that's a pretty name.

- Thank you.

- I like marzipan cookies.

- Me, too.

- We'll be best friends!

♪

- Here you go.

- Thank you,
thank you very much.

- That's Elvis.
- Where do you think

he learned it?

Hey, I'll have a three ice
cubes Jack Daniels,

splash of water.
- Very cute.

- Well, the tomatoes love that.

Hey, uh.

What's a hottie like you
doing in a joint like this?

- I'm trying to get an answer
to my question.

- I sang a couple tunes.

I had a tuna on rye.
And then I split.

- So you didn't go into
any of the patients' rooms?

Oh, that is sick.

I mean,
these are my people!

If I did anything like that,
I couldn't pay my rent!

- All right, blue eyes,
you can take

your vagabond shoes
and hit the road.

- Well, ring-a-ding, baby.

- Swabs for Madeline Thomas
came back.

Negative for both
foreign DNA and lubricant.

Also the security cameras
at Esconso

show that the only two people
that went in and out

of Madeline's room all day
were two female nurses.

- Okay.

Okay.

Okay, the thing is,

you work with somebody
for seven years,

you'd expect to get
a good-bye.

- I haven't gone anywhere yet.

- Well, Fin, you know,
I think she's just pissed

because you didn't
invite her to your party.

- There was no party!
And there will be no party.

- Fin, you're getting promoted,
not arrested.

- I need to talk
to Detective Rollins.

Is she here?

- I got this.

Christine, what's wrong?
- It's my mom.

When we got to her room
last night,

she started shaking
and crying.

They had to sedate her.

I slept on a rollaway
just so she wouldn't be alone.

She kept waking up
and sweating,

and screaming,
"Please stop!"

I didn't know
what to believe before.

But now, I--

Something happened to her,
Detective.

- Okay.
Okay.

- Mom, you're not eating.
You want something else?

- Daddy doesn't want him.

But I love him.

I'm gonna call him Pepper.

- Her dog,
when she was a little girl.

- Don't touch me!

- It's okay.

- I don't want you to.

Leave me alone.
- It's okay, Mom.

No one is gonna hurt you.
It's all right.

- I have a big order,

a-a Cupid's Day party.

- Yes, she used to own
a bakery, called Café Roma.

She did all the baking herself.

- A cake,
and six dozen cookies

by noon!

- Get off me.
- Mom!

Mom, it's okay,
calm down.

- Everybody loved them.

I have--to--

Leave me alone!

- Mom--it's all right, Mom!
It's okay!

- I said no, Max!

- Give me the knife, Mom.

- I have no idea!

- It's okay,
baby, okay?

Should get some rest now,
all right?

Let's go to your room.

- Okay, let's go.

- She's never like this!

Could the rape kit be wrong?

- Well, she wasn't
raped yesterday.

I-I don't know what
or when.

But, yeah, something
definitely happened to her,

maybe at the bakery.
- But she's--she's--

She sold it five years ago!
- Well, luckily,

there's no statute of
limitations on forcible rape.

- Oh, my God.

- We just need to find out
who Max is.

- Boss,
these are detectives.

They have some questions
about Maddie.

- She's, you know,

in the hospital, so.

- I heard she got Alzheimer's.

I read somewhere
that 10% of the country

is gonna have it
in a couple of decades.

- Do you remember
a guy named Max

ever working with Maddie?

No.

For years,
it was just me and her.

I was like her apprentice.

Started in high school.

Then there was Gus.

He moved to Florida.

Wendy,
and her cousin Sue.

Nah, no--

No Max that I can recall.

- Okay.
- It was a long shot.

Thank you for your time.
- Thanks.

- Wait, hey!
Uh--

Maybe you mean Maxwell!

- Yeah, maybe.
What was

- Professor Leonard Maxwell.

Maddie called him Max.

He used to come in here
every day after his classes.

He'd sit at that table
reading a book,

nursing a cappuccino
and a cookie for hours.

He helped me
with my math homework

when I was at Hunter.

One day,
he just stopped coming in.

- Let me guess,
it was a marzipan cookie?

♪

- 'Scuse me.

'Scuse me,
Leonard Maxwell?

- NYPD.

Can we talk to you
for a second?

- Madeline Thomas.

- Ma--

Oh, my God,
Ma--

I'm sorry, I--

I haven't heard that name
in years.

♪

Something happen to her?

- Somebody may have raped her.

♪

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I was teaching engineering
at Hudson.

And my office was a--

a closet,
so I used to go over

to the Caffé Roma
to grade papers.

I'm usually a kind
of a shy guy, but...

Around Maddie,
I don't know...

I was a better person
around her.

I was a--
a regular Johnny Carson!

Funny, outgoing.

Charming,
if I may say so myself.

- You seem
pretty charming to me.

- Have I got
a grandson for you!

- Maybe later.

- Right now,
he's a bit of a bum.

But I told him,

broom the electronics!
Get yourself a Harley!

- Now you're talking.

Uh...

What was I saying?
- You were, um,

you were gonna tell me
about Maddie.

- Oh...

Maddie.

She made me feel alive.

She was so sweet,
so beautiful.

- Sounds like you had
a thing for her.

- I loved her.

But that was...

way back
before I was married.

But between you, me,
and the lamppost?

I never quite loved Kath
the way I loved Maddie.

- Okay, well,
did Maddie feel the same way?

- Oh, she would never say,

no, no--
She was married to Howard.

They had a little baby!
- Christine.

- Right, right.

- And that was sad for you.

- Broke my heart.

- Why did you stop going
to the bakery?

- Oh, I-I don't even want
to talk about that.

- You're gonna...

have to, Leonard.

- Well, if--
if Howard--

I mean, I don't know--
- Howard's passed away.

- Oh.

- So why don't you tell me

why you stopped going
to Maddie's bakery.

- February 13, 1966.

Maddie was working late,
getting ready for, uh,

Cupid's Day!
That's what she called it,

Cupid's Day!

I had a--
an evening seminar.

I passed by.
I saw she was still there.

I went in, said hello.

We had a cappuccino.

And then...

Did you rape her,
Leonard?

- We made love.

In the kitchen!

It was beautiful.

But Maddie felt so guilty,
she--

She said we shouldn't
see each other again.

And that was it.

I never saw Maddie again.

Or coffee?
- No.

I'd--I'd like to just
sit here a minute,

if you wouldn't mind.

- Well, Jesse's got a teddy
bear more threatening than him.

- We don't know what
he was like 50 years ago.

- Well, if he didn't rape her,

I'll marry him.

- Let's see what happens
if she sees him.

- This is crazy.
He's 83!

Something like this
could give him a stroke.

- Are you his lawyer
or his doctor?

- His grandson.

- Buy the Harley.
- That's my brother.

- This should be quick,
Maddie.

Just remember
what I told you to do.

- You're gonna--
you're gonna tell me

if you recognize anyone.

- Oh. The man who raped me.

- Right, right.
You're gonna do fine.

- Just look carefully, Maddie.

- They're old!

- Yes, they are.

But, Maddie,
look at their faces.

And try to picture them
as younger men.

- Oh, come on.

This is kabuki.

Even if she picked him out,
it wouldn't stand up in court.

- Okay.

You can take him home.

- Come on,
it's okay.

- I think I left them
on the table.

- It's all right.
I'll take care of it.

- My grandfather
left his glasses.

- Follow me.

- Maddie!

Maddie!
It's me, Leonard!

- I don't know you.

- Okay, let's see
what we can do

about those glasses.

- Mrs. Schecter says

we shouldn't talk to strangers.

- Come on.

.

- I respect your request
not to do anything,

but I thought I'd at least
help you pack.

- I'll pass--I've seen
your organizational skills.

- Fin, I told you,
my apartment doesn't always

look like that.
- Don't worry, I travel light.

- Well, when it rains.
We got another rape

in a convalescent home.
- Wow, weirdos.

There's a lot of that
going around.

- No, a state facility,
downtown.

- She said
it happened last night.

- She didn't report it

until this morning.

Patrice is 80.
She's had MS

for the last ten years.

Patrice?
The police are here.

- We got it, thanks.

Hello, dear,
I'm Detective Carisi.

This is Detective Rollins.

Do you prefer Patrice
or Mrs. Connolly?

- Mrs. Connolly,
I know this is...

This is hard,
but we're just here

to find out what happened.

- I was in my chair.

I love to look outside.

He picked me up, and...

He put me on the bed, and...

Said that he wanted
to massage my feet.

And I--
I felt grateful.

And then he told me
that he

wanted me to love him back.

I...

I was petrified.

I said to him,

"I can't love you
the way you want me to."

- He got mad!

He--he told me
to be quiet.

He told me
that I would like it.

And that I--

I would love him.

And then...

Then he lifted up my...

Robe.

And he rubbed

coconut oil
on the back of my legs.

And...

He got undressed.

And he...

Climbed on top of me.

And he raped me.

He raped me!

And he was saying,

"I-I love you.
I love you."

And he wanted me to say
that I love him too,

but I-I just couldn't.
I couldn't say it!

- I'm so sorry
that this has happened.

Okay?
But you're safe now.

You're gonna be okay.
- No, I'm not!

It's never gonna be okay!

I married
my Ben when I was 18.

There's never been
another man.

I--

I didn't even fight.
I didn't--

I didn't even scream.
I didn't do any of that!

You survived.
That's what's important.

- It was Dan.

He was new here.

- Here it is:
Daniel Hammerson,

331 Jane Street,
in the Village.

He's only been with us
two weeks; he was a temp.

We have a lot of turnover.
- EMS is on the way here.

They're gonna take Patrice
to the hospital for a rape kit.

If anything happens,
call me, okay?

- You know no one
has even been to visit her?

- Lesson to be learned:
In the end,

nobody gives a damn.

- You wanna talk to Dan.

My husband.

- Well, hasn't moved.

Ask him anything you want.

- Uh, apologies.

When was it
that he passed away?

- On the calendar,
it's been about a year.

But Danny had dementia.
He was gone from me years ago.

- Sunny Acres,
in Hell's Kitchen.

But there wasn't
any acres.

Or sun.

- The creep
who raped Patrice

used the ID
of a patient who died

in another old-age home.

- Yeah, he moved
from Sunny Acres

to a hospice in Queens.
They gave him a great rec.

He just kept moving
from place to place.

- I ran his picture
through facial recognition,

nothing.
- And he worked

at Maddie Thomas' place?

Yes, he did.

He was a real
renaissance man, this guy.

He was a nurse, a orderly,
a chef, and a rapist.

- He's a temp,
filled in where needed.

- Okay, what did he do at
Esconso Gardens?

- Worked in the kitchen.
- Well, that's interesting.

- The marzipan cookies.
- The smell!

It must have brought her back
50 years, to the bakery.

- And then she conflated
a one-night-stand

with Maxwell in '66
with Nurse Dan's rape.

- Look, somebody
at one of these facilities

has got to know
something about him.

- He worked a shift with you.

- These temps,
they cycle in and out.

It's hard to keep track.

He whistled a lot,
made me crazy.

- It wasn't reggae.

- He seemed very friendly.

Polite.

- No.
- How about what--

what train he took
to get home?

- He didn't really
speak that much.

- What about when
he answered his cell?

Did he always
call himself Dan?

- Actually,
I don't recall him

getting any phone calls.

- Thank you.
- Hey.

I got nothing.
- Yeah.

Just back to Esconso Gardens.

- His name is Dan.
He worked

in the kitchen with you?
- Not exactly.

We made the food.
He delivered it

to the residents.

- If they're not up for meeting
in the main hall, yes.

Also a snack
before bedtime.

- Is there anything
that he said

that might tell us
who he really is?

- He wasn't a big talker.

Always whistling
or humming.

Show tunes,
believe it or not.

And not like
from "Hamilton," old ones.

- Such as...

- The stuff
Trudy Morris sang?

He said he knew her.

- Thank you.

Trudy Morris,
I'm Detective Rollins.

This is Detective Carisi.

- I'm far too busy.

- Don't worry, Ms. Morris,
we're not here

for an autograph.
- Well, that's good,

because I stopped
signing them in '85.

And I'm not going
to sing for you, either.

- Understood.

- I was just about to have
a glass of pinot,

if you care to join me.
- We're good.

We're, uh--
we're actually looking

for a friend of yours.

- He's not a friend!

- He says he knows you.

- That's my son, Henry.

What an unfortunate angle.

You caught his bad side.

He's really
a very handsome young man.

That's us,
in front of the Belasco.

- He's not in the picture.

- And me, backstage,

at Shakespeare in the Park.

"As You Like It."

I was a very
exuberant Rosalind.

It's Will's best
female role, you know?

"Oh, how full of briars

is this working day world."

We really need
to speak with Henry.

- Well, then sit.

Have a glass of pinot.
He'll be back in a minute.

- Thanks, but we're working.

Well, why should that stop you?

The Barrymores
watered the family tree

with Irish whiskey!

- Oh, you know.
Rules.

- Aww, you're cute,

in a very prosaic
sort of way.

That was meant only
in the best way.

They said the green dress
will be ready tomorrow.

Well, I need it today.

Just like his father.

- You don't have
any plans today,

unless you're keeping
something from me.

I'm so sorry, I--
I didn't know

that you had company.

- Phillips, uh--
Mom, what's going on?

- Henry Phillips,
turn around.

You're under arrest.

- This is ridiculous!

- Ma'am.

- Plenty.
- Ow!

.

- So Esconso,
Silverwald,

and, uh, Sunny Acres.

Come on.
What's the matter, Henry?

Can't keep a job?

- I'm restless.
What can I say?

- And invisible.

One of
your dead patients' names.

- Because of
my mother's career.

- Your mother's retired.

You clearly don't understand
the effect celebrity has

on regular people.

If I use my real name,
it's non-stop.

"What's your mom like?"
Or, or--

"I saw her in blah-blah."

Or, the worst:

"Can I meet her?"

Every conversation's about her.

- I thought you used
your dad's name?

- There's something
called "Google."

You should try it.

- All right, yeah, sure.

People are Googling you.

Or maybe,
and let's just try this on...

Maybe it's the fact
that you like

to rape old ladies.

- That's a lie.

- That's interesting.

Most people,
if they were accused

of something like that,
they would say,

"That's sick,"
or, "Disgusting."

- I'm not most people.

- No, of course you're not.
You're special.

You're Trudy Morris'
baby boy.

And you're telling me that you
never used that on a woman?

"Come on in,
come meet my mom.

Maybe we screw--"
- That is sick.

- Well, it's gotta work better
than "Henry Phillips."

- Unless your dad's
a big-shot, too.

I've had four.

- That must have been tough.

Angling for
your mother's attention.

- No, it was great, actually.

Whenever I got tired of one,

Mom simply moved on
to the next.

- Oh, so your mother
managed her love life

based on your whims?

- She's a good mother.

We're very close.

Simpatico.

We have a...

Similar attention span.

- Okay, Henry.

Tell us about
Patrice Conolly.

- Hmm.

Nice lady.

She had problems
with her feet,

so I rubbed them for her.

She liked that.

- She says you did
more than that.

Oh.

Maybe she's living out
some weirdo sexual fantasy.

Older women are attracted to
me, nothing I can do about it.

- We'll know soon enough,

once the rape kit
comes back from the lab.

- I should talk
to a lawyer.

- I have my own counsel,
thank you.

- Great.

- Hey, Sarge.

- Rub it in,
why don't you?

- Come on,
you're gonna get used to it.

- I doubt it, Liv.
If I wanted to push paper,

I'd sell insurance.

- Come on,
it's not gonna last forever.

- Tomorrow's too long.

- You know that
my hands were tied

on this one, right?
- Yeah.

I dug my hole,
I'll eat the dirt.

- Hey, Carisi.

Oh.

Okay, I'm on--
I'm on my way.

Uh--

My rape victim died, so...

I gotta go.
- Go be a cop!

Somebody gotta do it.

- The doctor said
it was a coronary.

- You sound skeptical.

- Patrice was faithful to
her one true love for 50 years.

So maybe you can die
of a broken heart.

- They found his DNA,

but without
Patrice's testimony,

that freak will claim
it was consensual.

And he's gonna
get away with it.

- Not if we charge him
with two rapes.

- You talking about
Madeline Thomas?

- There's still a chance
that she can ID him.

So, Madeline,
I'm gonna show you some photos

in connection to the rape
you reported.

Is that okay?

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.
And you--

You just let me know if you--

if you recognize anyone.

- That's what friends do!

Okay.

Do you recognize him?

- Well,

remember when you told me

that someone
brought you cookies?

We think that
we may have found

the man that hurt you,
and I just--

I just need to know
if this is him.

- Oh, no,
he doesn't like cookies.

Okay.

Okay, so,
what about him?

- You have such nice hands.

- Thank you!
- Uh, Mom,

can you look
at this picture?

Do you know that man?

Oh, I love you so much.

- That's so sweet, Mom.

I love you too.

- Okay,
what about this man,

do you remember him?

Do you recognize him?

The cookies!

- Did he--

Did he bring you cookies?

Madeline, did he hurt you?

- It's okay.

It's okay, shh.

It's okay, Mom.

.

- It's a long shot.

- It's better than
no shot at all.

- I would object
if opposing counsel

tried to put her
on the stand.

- And I understand that, but--

but these women,
nobody has any need

for them anymore.
Their--their--

"sell-by" dates have expired.

All right,
we can't just--

leave them out on the curb
for Wednesday pick-up.

So what do we do?
We shove them into hospitals,

we shove them in facilities,

and give them old records
and coloring books.

- Show them the flowers.

- The least that we can do

is keep predators out
of their beds.

- Stop.

You win.

Let's just hope we get
a judge who loves his mother.

- She's been institutionalized

for over five years,
Your Honor.

- She has moments
of lucidity.

- She's the
complaining witness.

Moments aren't good enough.

- She's ill, Your Honor.
That doesn't mean

she forfeits the rights
afforded all citizens.

- Let's go to the source.

Hello, Miss.
I'm Judge Peck.

Can you tell me
your name, please?

- Madeline Jane Thomas.

You can call me Maddie.

- Thank you, Maddie.
When's your birthday?

- October 4, 1935.

- And do you know
where you are?

I'm in a courthouse!

Of course I do,
Howard,

I would love to marry you.

- That's beautiful.
- So are chrysanthemums!

White ones, especially.

- Yes, they are pretty.

- The law should be stable,

but must not stand still.

- She's obviously
been prepped, Judge.

Nobody quotes Roscoe Pound
off the top of her head.

- She's not quoting,
she's reading.

- "When in the course
of human events--"

- That's very good, Maddie.

- Thank you, Howard.

Oh!

"Today's specials:

"Corned Beef and Cabbage,
$17.50;

"Tuna melt, $9.50;

Spaghetti and meatballs,
$10.75--"

- I renew my motion to preclude
this witness from testifying.

- Motion is granted.

- In that case,
I move to dismiss the case

against Henry Phillips
in its entirety.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Stone.

Case dismissed.

- I'm sorry.

He gets away with it?

- It is not
over yet, Christine.

- Come on, Mom.

- No hope is better
than false hope.

Henry's last name
certainly didn't have the draw

I thought it would.

- I don't see any press here,
clamoring for a scoop.

Seems like they'd like
this kind of thing.

- Well, no,
not yet, Jenna.

We've got to give it time.

No, no, no,
it is perfect.

Okay, thank you.

Bye.

You were right,
there's more.

- James, this is
Lieutenant Benson.

- Yes, that's me.

- It happened
to my mom, too.

She's 87.
She's in a nursing home

on the Upper East Side.
I showed her this photo.

She started crying.

She said,
"That's him."

Six months ago,
she told me something happened,

but I didn't
take her seriously.

- Hey.

We got another one.

- Arrest the son of a bitch.

- Not again.

- If we're lucky,
this will be the last time.

- I don't appreciate
your sarcasm.

- I'm not being sarcastic.

We've got evidence
that your son has raped

at least four women.
- And I bet

that number doubles
by the end of the week.

- Because of
that salacious article.

- Mother, it's all lies!

- Well, we've got witnesses
who disagree.

- Don't you see
what's going on here?

The cockroaches are coming
out of the woodwork,

just so they can have
their brief moment

in the spotlight.
Do they care

that they're dragging me
through the mud?

- It's me that's being
libeled here, Mother.

Your father

was a fame whore,
and so are you.

- And Phil
and Jack.

And Spencer.

- Clingers,
every one of them.

- But you keep on
bringing them into your bed.

Sweating and stinking up
your thousand dollar sheets,

while I...

Who is the real whore
here, Mother?

They all just used you and--

and tossed you out,
like last week's pot roast.

- They didn't care about you!

They didn't see!

But I did.

I saw how beautiful you were.

Your hair,

when I brushed it
in the morning.

Your skin...

After your bath,
so soft.

I loved you, Mother!

Why couldn't you love me back,
just a little?

- Okay, all right.
You're done.

Henry Phillips,

you're under arrest
for rape in the first degree.

♪

- For a very long time.

- Maddie...

You take care of yourself.

- I love you!

- Oh, no, no, no,
that's not necessary.

- That's what best friends do!

- 'Scuse me,
I-I--

Hello, Maddie.

- I hope you still like
white chrysanthemums.

- We'll let you two talk.

- Oh, thank you...

Max?

- This belongs to you.

- No, no,
she gave it to you!

- No, she didn't understand.

- Yes,

she did.

- Uh--

I think you zigged
when you were supposed to zag.

- Nah, Liv,
I got transferred back here!

- And how did you
pull that off?

Do I even want to know?

- No, you don't.

Okay.

Well, then,
I would like your DD5s

reviewed and on my desks
ASAP...

Sergeant.
- Yes, ma'am.

.

♪