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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.

This is all her fault.

She's the one who wanted
to send me away.

What happens now?

Your son tried
to kill his sister.

He shot a cop.

The judge will sentence him
to a juvenile facility.

So that he'll get help?

In a secure treatment
facility.

You mean he's gonna
be locked away?

Yes,
probably until he's 18.

My name is Henry Mesner,

and I'm 18 years old.

I've been a patient
at Hesland Juvenile Psychiatric

since I was ten.

When I came here,

I was incapable of empathy.

I was lacking remorse,

impulsive,

a pathological liar,

and had poor anger control.

I know these
are diagnostic terms,

but they did describe me
and my behavior as a child.

I wasn't mad.
It was just an experiment.

How do you mean, Henry?

I wanted to see
if she'd roll all the way down.

She was on an angle,

so she hit the landing
and stopped.

I've treated Henry
for the past five years.

He has been
an exemplary patient,

curious and proactive
in his own recovery,

an active and empathic
participant in group.

You don't see it often,

but he broke diagnosis.

When he was admitted,
he was on the severe end

of the youth
psychopathy checklist.

I never liked Snowball.

And what did you do, Henry?

I tied her leash
to the faucet,

then I turned on the tub
and held her down.

And Snowball?

Took longer than I thought.

In Henry's years
of treatment,

with the positive reinforcement
of our facility,

he has learned the tools

to control his emotions
and behavior,

to break out of the cycle
of discipline and defiance.

Myself, my wife Holly,
Henry's stepmother,

and his sister, Ruby,
have visited regularly.

We look forward
to him coming home

to live with us and
his new little brother, Arlo.

I'm sad that Henry's mother,
who passed away five years ago,

isn't here to see this.

But I know how proud
and heartened she would be

of Henry now.

My years at Hesland
have taught me to understand

that other people
have feelings.

That they can be hurt.

That my behavior
has consequences.

I'm very grateful to the staff,

and especially Dr. Mackie,

for encouraging me to believe
that I could change.

- For having faith in me.
- Henry... Henry!

For seeing me
not as a psychopath,

but as a lonely
and frightened boy.

A boy who just wanted
to love and be loved.

Daddy, don't let them
take me away.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I love you too.

Thank you, Henry, for your
thoughtful words about love,

about family.

Let's adjourn now while I go
through the evidence presented.

I'll render a decision
before the holidays.

*LAW AND ORDER
SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT*

*LAW AND ORDER SVU*
Season 22 Episode 14

Episode Title: "Post-Graduate Psycopath"
Aired on: May 20, 2021

The vic's name
is Libby Blandon, 19.

She's unconscious, burned,
lost a lot of blood.

They really did
a number on this girl.

Sexually assaulted?

Her roommate found her
tied up, gagged, naked.

Did the victim
tell her anything?

I guess I should've asked.
She's completely freaked out.

Okay.
Thanks.

Libby and I were
at a dage yesterday,

a day rage.

Libby left early
at 7:00 or 8:00.

- By herself?
- I think so.

But you didn't come home
till the morning?

I hooked up with my ex, okay?

Oh, my God.

That might've saved my life.

Bag these cigarette butts.

What the hell happened here?

We're looking at a psycho.

You okay?

Yeah, um,

security cams
just show groups of kids

coming in and out
all night long.

Half of them wearing masks.

It's gonna be hard
to tease him out.

Had to have left some DNA.

He may not be in CODIS.
With an M. O. like this,

if he'd ever been
in the system,

they'd've never let him out.

Ugh, Mom, this is exactly

what I was afraid of.

No, I know, but it was
your idea to have Dad move in.

You can't call me every time

he spills orange juice.

You okay, baby?

Okay, you know what?
I'll drive up next weekend,

and we can have a family
meeting, a sit down,

and go over some ground rules,
all right?

Okay, Mom, I gotta let you go.
It's my boss calling.

Liv.

Okay.

Yeah, yeah, I'll meet you
at the hospital...

Hey, Jesse, time to go!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Look what I got!

Ah.

Wow, you found that, huh?

Maybe we should leave it here
for the other kids, okay?

A nice man gave it to me.

A... what?
Oh, okay.

- What, somebody's daddy?
- Uh‐uh.

No?

Okay, who?

Can you point out
who gave it to you?

He's gone now.

Please, please, can I keep it?

He told me
her name was Snowball.

He knocked
on my dorm room door.

He said he was locked out.

Asked if he could use my cell.

I‐I let him in.

Take your time.
It's okay.

I figured he lived
in the dorm.

He was my age.
He knew my name.

He had a nice smile.

- But you didn't recognize him.
- No.

After you let him in,

can you tell us what happened?

It was fast.

He... he covered my mouth,

pulled a knife,
pushed me on the bed.

He asked, "Should I cut
your clothes or burn them off?"

So he made you choose.

I didn't answer.

He just smiled.

Then he tied me up,

cut my clothes,

raped me,
burned me with cigarettes,

choked me
until I'd almost pass out,

and then before he left,

he asked for my debit card
and the code.

And just when he was leaving,

he came back and took
one of my stuffed animals.

It wasn't a white dog,
was it?

Actually, yeah.

Like that?

Yeah.
Yeah, that's Daisy.

Sorry, Captain, we have to
get Libby into surgery.

You'll be fine.

The CT caught
an abdominal bleed.

Okay.

What was that about?

At the park this morning,
Jesse had a white stuffed dog.

She told me a man gave it to
her, and its name was Snowball.

Okay, where
are the girls now?

My mom picked them up
this morning.

They're heading up
to Rockland County.

He's not going up there.

Alert the county sheriff
just in case.

This can't be a coincidence,
right?

I mean, Henry,
the kid that shot Amaro,

he drowned a dog
named Snowball.

Okay, Henry Mesner, right?

He was ten years old.
He has to still be locked up.

- Fin?
- I'll make some calls.

He got a hit
on Libby's debit card.

How long ago?

Okay.
Hey, be careful, all right?

Uh, Jesse, Rollins' daughter,

may have been approached
by this guy.

He knows who we are.

Why are you messing
with Keys again?

I didn't do nothing!

You used a stolen debit card
last night,

and the girl whose card it was
is now in the hospital.

I didn't hurt no girl.

I'm just trying to survive.

Then tell us
how you got the card.

He only let me have 50.

I'll give the money back.

I don't want
anything to do with him.

Him who?

Something wrong
with that guy.

He ain't right.

I don't want him
coming after me.

Look, Keys, you gotta
tell us what happened,

or we're gonna have to take you
down to the station.

You don't want people
going through your stuff

while you're in holding.

Okay.

Okay.

All I did
was get the cash for him.

Then he made me go
into a hardware store.

Hardware store?
For what?

A bunch of crazy stuff.

Zip ties, rope,

duct tape.

Oh, and a hand torch.

Henry Mesner.

That's right, M‐E‐S‐N‐E‐R.

I get patient confidentiality,
but this is an NYPD matter.

Yes, ma'am,
I know it's a Saturday,

but I'm gonna need your
supervisor to call me back.

Okay, how can they
not know where he is?

Captain.

Detective, this is
Libby's mother, Dr. Blandon.

I'm Captain Benson.
This is Detective Rollins.

Who would do this
to my daughter?

We're trying
to figure that out now.

Well, you should know
from what they've told me

of her injuries, that we're
dealing with a psychopath.

Dr. Blandon, so you're a...

Adolescent psychiatrist

specializing
in violent behavior.

This may be
a shot in the dark,

but does the name Henry Mesner
mean anything to you?

I haven't seen Henry
in five years.

I treated him
when he was first admitted

to Hesland Psychiatric.

I was the one who told him
that his mother had died.

Why?

Did you ever talk to Henry
about your daughter?

Well, sometimes to get
patients to open up,

I reveal details about my life.

Oh, my God.

Don't tell me
they've released him.

Tom Mesner?
SVU!

Open the door now!

The neighbors
say Henry's been living

with his family since December.

Did they hear
or see anything?

Nothing since yesterday.

Let's go, Mass.
Let's do it.

Mr. and Mrs. Mesner!

NYPD!

Stepmother's gone!

So is the father.

I'll call the morgue.

I got another body
downstairs.

A kid, multiple stab wounds.

He had a little sister.
Her name was Ruby.

She would've been 13.

It's a little boy.
He looks maybe five.

He's on a spree,
and it started here.

M.E. says the bodies
are out of rigor.

She puts time of death
within 48 hours.

The father Tom, stepmother
Holly, half‐brother Arlo.

So Henry murders his family
on Friday morning,

he assaults Libby Friday night,

and then on Saturday morning
he heads to Rollins and Jesse.

- This guy is moving fast.
- And he's armed.

CSU just found a gun safe
in the bedroom, open, empty.

I'm finding out
how many weapons

Tom Mesner had registered.

And Henry's room,
there wasn't much in it.

If he had a computer or cell
phone, he took them with him.

Okay, have TARU
check his landlines

and the parents' cell.

Captain Benson.

Ah, thank God.
Thank God.

All right,
we'll meet her out there.

Henry's sister, Ruby, is alive.

She was staying at a friend's
house out in Oyster Bay.

And now we have to tell
a 13‐year‐old girl

that her whole family
was murdered.

Ruby can still stay with us,
right?

Yeah, of course, I mean,
if that's okay with your mom,

but I do need
to speak with Ruby

- alone for a few minutes.
- Come on.

We'll be right over there,
honey, if you need us.

Do we need to be worried,
Detective?

He's still out there.

We'll have police presence
out front 24/7.

Don't leave the house.

It's just so horrendous.

Holly was a friend.

She once told me how terrified
she was of Henry,

that he might snap one day.

She tried to tell Tom.

- Is that why he had a gun?
- She said Tom thought

if they all showed Henry
enough love, he'd be fine.

But Holly insisted
on protection.

Arlo too?

He was just a little boy.

Henry hated him.

So jealous.

When's the last time you
spoke with your older brother?

Friday.

I left early.
School.

They were having breakfast.

And do you remember anything
about his mood

or if he was upset
about something?

- He and my dad were fighting.
- About what?

My dad was on him
to get a job,

do something.

What had he been doing?

He kept bragging to Ruby
about taking driving lessons.

Holly didn't like that.

She preferred when he'd stay
in his room days on end.

At least she knew where he was.

Stayed in his room all day
doing what?

Playing video games.

I could hear him
over his headset

- talking to somebody.
- Do you know who?

No.

He'd been in Hesland
for eight years.

The only friends he had
were the boys he met up there.

They never should've
let Henry out.

Why did they let him out?

This is every psychiatrist's
worst nightmare.

The five years I've been here,
we provided Henry with tools.

When he turned 18, his family
petitioned for his release.

He demonstrated he was
no longer a threat to society.

- Who made that decision?
- The court.

But he passed
all the psychological exams;

he had an exemplary record;

his family testified
they'd care for him.

Three psychiatrists,
myself included,

testified on his behalf.

The judge concluded
we had no reason to hold him.

You weren't worried?

Again, no.
When I met Henry,

whoever he was
before I got here was gone.

I believed he had turned
his life around.

Let me ask you.
You've heard about the theory

that group therapy isn't
effective for psychopaths?

That they just learn
how to mimic mental health?

I'm aware of and obviously

looked for that possibility,

but what scares me is
I've been doing this 30 years,

and no one has ever fooled me

and an entire staff
like this before.

So you're saying
Henry spent, what?

Eight years here learning

how to appear completely sane?

Unfortunately, yes.

We think he's on a spree.

And you have no idea
where he is?

His sister thought he might
be in touch with someone here.

He did have one friend.

Henry talked about being
angry with his stepmother.

Hate and anger
aren't productive emotions.

Connor, do you have any idea
where Henry might be?

I wish I could help, but no.

Have you talked to him
lately?

He left me a note
when he got out,

told me to hang in there,

put some money
in my commissary.

Can we see that letter?

I'm not even sure
where it is.

Hmm.
What are you, Connor, 16?

17.

Man, I bet you wanna
get out of here pretty soon.

You know Henry just cut
those chances in half.

That's really unfair.

I'm very different from Henry.

I've broken diagnosis.
Ask Dr. Mackie.

Okay, well, look, Conner,
you can talk the talk,

but if you don't
give up Henry...

Hey.

I'm gonna personally testify
that you aided and abetted.

I don't know where he is,
honest.

Take a guess.

You might wanna check
with Cora.

She and Henry kinda hooked up.

Cora's a patient here?

My older sister.

She comes up
every few weeks to visit.

Cora Jackson, NYPD!

Break it in.

We're all clear, Captain.

What the hell?

Get on the ground, now!

All the way down,
hands where we can see them.

- Are you Cora Jackson?
- Yeah.

Has Henry Mesner been here?

Yeah, he's my boyfriend.

He's staying here?
Is this his stuff?

Don't touch that!

He doesn't like people
going through his things!

When is the last time
you saw Henry?

I don't know.
This morning.

- And where is he now?
- I don't... I don't know.

He said he had people
to check in on.

- Who?
- I don't know!

And when did he leave?

I got a laptop,
a tablet, clothes.

Bag everything.
Come here, get up.

Don't you need a warrant?

Actually, no.
Exigent circumstances.

Listen to me.

Your boyfriend is armed

and dangerous.

Henry?

No, he's... he's not
who you think he is.

He's a gentle soul.

Those demons that used
to haunt him, they're gone!

Henry was institutionalized
for so long.

He needs to breathe
with no eyes on him.

Go off the grid.
I get it.

Any idea where he might go?

He likes to be by the water.

He likes to go to the park
and watch kids play.

All that was taken away
from him.

Uh‐huh.
What park?

He went to Morningside Park
yesterday morning.

How do you know that?

When he takes pictures
on his phone,

they upload to our cloud.

We're gonna need your phone.

Okay, dozens of selfies,

pictures of his dad,
his stepmom Cora.

Son of a bitch.
He took pictures of Jesse.

Is Libby Blandon in there too?

Um.

Let me see.
Uh.

Yeah.
There.

It must've been Friday night.

He was stalking her.
All of them.

Look, his little sister Ruby,
at the house

where she's staying
in Oyster Bay.

We were just out there.

This was taken this morning.

So that must've been
before we arrived.

So where is he now?

Get to the house.
Alert the parents.

I'll call Nassau PD.

Megan Davis still isn't
picking up her cell,

and the Volvo's gone
from the driveway.

- Maybe they went somewhere.
- We told them not to leave.

You guys are
just getting here now?

Detective,
what's the problem?

No one called us
from the house.

What took you so long?

Someone called in
a bomb scare at the mall.

All units.

We put a squad car out front
like you guys asked.

Where's your guy?

I don't know.
Code eight?

Pop the trunk.

Get him out of here.
We gotta go inside.

Fin!

I got a pulse.

Megan, Megan?
Mrs. Davis, can you hear me?

Bus is right behind us.
I'll get EMTs in here.

Help, help, help!

NYPD.
Who's in there?

Help me, help me!
Help!

Charlotte,
it's Detective Tamin.

Let's get you out of here.

My mom, is she okay?

She's gonna be fine.

Now, Charlotte, what happened?

It was Henry.
He took Ruby.

- Okay.
- Now did he...

did he say anything about
where he might be going?

He said he wanted
to go on a ride.

A ride?

Thanks.

- Okay, come on.
- Okay.

We need to put an alarm out
on the Volvo.

Hour head start,
he could be anywhere.

So he told Charlotte
that he wanted to go

on a ride.

I thought that
meant a car ride.

Are there any amusement parks
nearby?

All right, that's their car!

- Open that trunk.
- Let's go.

Clear!

This gate's locked,
but there's some play here.

They could've slipped through.

Check the haunted house.
Radio if you have eyes.

Go search these rides.

No sign of him.

I may have something
at the funhouse.

- Rollins, wait on backup.
- Copy that.

Henry.

Henry, let's just talk, okay?

Henry?

Ruby?

Mom and Dad
brought me here once.

It was before you were born.

Henry, just let me go.
Please.

I won't tell anyone, I swear.

You're a little liar, Ruby.

You always were
a lying, little tattletale.

Henry,
it's Detective Rollins.

Detective, over here.

I can see you.

Henry, drop the gun.

Detective Rollins?
Wow.

You're even prettier up close,

and your daughters,
they look just like you.

And you haven't
changed a bit, Henry.

Put the gun down.

It's not like
I'm going to hurt her.

I'd like to believe you,

but you still got your gun
to her head.

And you're
still holding yours.

We can put them
down together,

all walk out of here
at the same time.

I'm not really ready
to leave.

That's fine.

Let Ruby go.

We can stay.

Did Jesse like her gift?

She was so cute.

I asked her for a hug,
and she gave me one.

You taught her good manners.

You know what?

You got about 60 seconds

until a team of ESU comes

crashing in here,
wanting to take you out.

Flash grenades, stun guns...
I don't want that to happen.

You don't?

So you're not mad about Jesse?

You know I wouldn't hurt her.

She wasn't on my list.

Still, a mom
has to protect her kids.

Not mine.
She had me locked up.

Stop it, Henry.

That wasn't Mom's fault
or Dad's.

You're right.
It was all your fault.

You would cry,
and the school would call,

and Mom would get mad at me.

I wasn't sorry when she was
killed in that car crash.

She deserved it!
Yeah,

I guess she got
what was coming, Henry.

You got back at everyone
who hurt you.

Not yet.
Not Ruby!

Henry...
Henry, please don't hurt me.

God, you always were
such a crybaby.

It's not Ruby's fault.
She was five years old.

After you shot my partner,
Nick?

It was me who locked you up,

made sure you were put away.

So it was all your fault!

Rollins is in there
with Henry.

And Ruby.
No shots fired.

Rollins?
Rollins, you there?

Rollins, if you can hear me,

and you're okay,

click your radio.

Someone's coming out.
Move, move.

Captain, Ruby's on
her way out with Henry's gun.

It's unloaded.

Stand down!
Stand down, don't shoot!

Help!
Don't shoot me!

- Come here!
- We got her, we got her.

Ruby, Ruby, are you hurt?

- No.
- What's going on in there?

He didn't want
to talk to me anymore.

He wanted to talk
with Detective Rollins.

Okay, Ruby, you are safe.
We're gonna get you outta here.

Rollins?

Rollins, what's going on
in there?

Fin, if she doesn't
answer me...

We got State Police coming in

and the Nassau
police commissioner.

How experienced
is your detective?

- Very.
- And the kid's unarmed now.

Unless he took her gun.

It's gonna be tough for you
to sneak up on somebody

in a house of mirrors.

We're gonna try and snake
some cameras in there.

Rollins?
Henry?

There's no reason
for anyone to get hurt.

Rollins, what's your status?

I need you to answer me.

Captain, just give us
a few minutes.

Henry and I are talking.

Are you in trouble?

Probably.
We don't have much time.

So what do you want
to talk about?

I don't know.
Why'd you come here?

I had my childhood
taken away from me.

I was only ten.

No beaches, no amusement parks.

Just arts and crafts.

Lots of arts and crafts.

You miss the beach?

I love the ocean.

You know why?

The ocean doesn't give a crap
about you

or anything.

It does what it wants

whenever it wants,

and you have
to go along with it.

What happened here, Henry?

We came out with this kid,
Oscar.

We were six.

Our moms were friends,

hoping we'd be friends too.

But you weren't.

He was all right.

I took his hotdog.
He didn't tell.

He couldn't swim.

We were playing in the waves,

didn't realize there was deep
water at the end of the flats.

We got sucked under a riptide.

I saw Oscar fighting, gasping,

trying to get to shore.

His mom jumped in,
lifeguard too.

But Oscar and his mom
both drowned.

That must've been
really scary.

No.

I just did what the ocean
wanted me to do,

floated with the tide.

The coastguard found me.

I was a mile away from shore.

My mom was a mess.

But you were okay.

More than okay.

That was the first time
I knew I was different.

Everyone was so worried
about me,

so upset that Oscar
and his mom died.

I was just bummed
I didn't get to see it.

Rollins, I know
that you two are talking,

but I need an update now.

ESU stuck pole cams
through every HVAC and vent.

It's a house of mirrors.
They're getting frustrated

looking at
their own reflections.

- They're suiting up.
- Yeah, that's because this kid

left a trail of blood
from here to the city.

Give my detective time.

Not your call, Captain.

My guys are going in
in five minutes.

Rollins, so you know,

Nassau ESU is in control.

You need to answer that?

Yeah.
Knowing how these things go,

ESU is probably about ready
to bust in here.

But do you wanna get shot,

or you wanna come with me?

I'm unarmed.
They won't shoot me.

I wouldn't count on that.

If we go out together,

you know, I can protect you.

Why would you do that?

I remember you as a little boy

in the kitchen

eating strawberries.

Yeah?

You flinched when I walked by
you to go to the refrigerator.

- But you didn't leave.
- Mm.

I was worried about you,
even now.

I don't want you to die.

Copy, Rollins.
They're coming out!

Okay, don't shoot!
Don't shoot.

He's cuffed.

Nice and slow.

I couldn't help myself.
Just ask her.

I'm not of sound mind.

- You're right.
- Let's go.

What the hell was that?

You know a part of me

likes to squirrel around
in these guys' brains,

trying to figure out
what's going on in there.

Did you get anything?

This spree is all he's been
thinking about for eight years.

Wherever Henry ends up,

they need
to throw away the key.

Death is closer to life
than people think.

All that blood you have pumping

right underneath the surface
of your skin...

I could bite your neck
right now.

By the time they got in here,
it would be too late.

You're right, Henry.

But you mostly
get mad at people

who judge you.
I‐I'm not judging you.

You're not?

Then why are you here?

Like I said at the beginning,

I'm trying to understand
how we got here,

what you think happened.

You mean my mental state?

Well, according to
the State of New York,

as of four months ago,

I was no longer a danger
to myself or others.

Now do you think
they made the right decision?

My opinion,

whoever let this kid out should
have their license revoked.

Hindsight's 20/20, Doctor,

but is he competent
to stand trial?

That's
a complicated question.

Ethically, morally...
But legally.

He knows where he is.
He knows what he's done.

He's capable of participating
in his own defense.

I'm aware
of the legal parameters,

but I also know

Henry was
two standard deviations

outside the normal range

for callous, unemotional
behavior when he was ten.

A psychopath's brain is
different, probably from birth.

The defense may argue

that his personality disorder
affects his sanity.

Well, right, not guilty
by reason of insanity.

That's their prerogative
when this goes to trial.

You ask me,
even that's a stretch.

He knew what he was doing
was wrong,

and he didn't care.
It's all on him.

Is it?

Henry's been institutionalized
half his life.

Then he gets returned
to the family

that he thinks
imprisoned him there.

I mean, sending him home...

Is like pouring gasoline
and then lighting a match.

And I'm sure his defense
will bring that up as well.

They'll put the State on trial.

Please, no.

No!

No, he gets to go
on spring break,

settle up a bunch of scores,

and then go back
to group therapy

with his friends
at Camp Hesland?

I understand, Detective.

You and society
want to see Henry punished,

but locking up someone
who's mentally ill...

I've been to prisons
where there's one psychologist

responsible for over 500 men.

I mean, we're no better off
than the dark ages.

Doc, we can
go down this road,

but for today,
I just need your assertion

that Henry's competent
to stand trial.

He is,

but that question
is exactly the problem.

I need some fresh air.

I'll go with her.

How are you doing, Olivia?
It's been a tough year.

It has been, and...

but I'm lucky, you know?

My Noah is okay;
my squad is healthy.

And things with you
and Detective Stabler?

Your message.
You said he reappeared...

Out of nowhere.

And that's, uh...

that's been a lot to process.

I could understand
why you'd want an appointment,

and I really look
forward to it.

Yeah.
Me too.

The intersection
of the law and psychiatry

is inherently complex.

Where law is objective,
looking at guilt or innocence,

psychiatry is subjective,
Your Honor...

Dr. Lindstrom, no disrespect,

it is your opinion
that Henry Mesner

is competent to stand trial?

- It is, Your Honor.
- You may step down.

Having heard testimony
from all relevant parties,

and reviewed
the psychiatric reports

submitted by the defense
and the prosecution,

it is the ruling of this court

that the defendant,
Henry Mesner,

is capable of participating
in his own defense

and competent to stand trial.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The People move
to set a trial date.

For the record, we will be
changing our plea to not guilty

by reason of insanity.
Four months ago,

my client was deemed no longer
a danger to himself or others,

and this was tragically untrue.

Is it the State's intention
to convince a jury

that, given the events
of the last week,

they stand by that decision?

Counselor, not today.
Save it for the jury.

You're being very rude
to my lawyer.

- That's enough, Mr. Mesner.
- Let her finish.

Sit down, Mr. Mesner.

- Henry, get back.
- No one listens to me.

Henry, stop.

I said that no one
listens to me!

Order!

Stop... bailiffs,
secure the defendant now!

Get him out of here!

I want my daddy!

- Get him out of here now.
- I said I want my daddy!

Help!
Help please!

- Call an ambulance!
- I want my daddy!

I'm okay.

I'll be back
with your discharge paperwork

and prescriptions.

The doctor says
you're a lucky man, Mr. Carisi.

By which she means
I got small ears.

Hey, you doing okay?

I'll live.

I don't know how, but he just
missed puncturing my eardrum.

Jesus.

So what happens to Henry now?

The judge remanded him.

He'll be medicated
until he's deemed competent.

So he just keeps
getting what he wants.

Go back to a mental facility.

I mean, he only stabbed you
in the ear

to prove to the judge
that he's crazy.

Either way,
he's still gonna stand trial,

you know,
whether or not he meets

the legal definition
of insanity.

He killed his stepmother...

His own father.

He killed
his 5‐year‐old brother.

If he's not crazy,

then no one is.

How are you, Henry?

They got you pretty drugged up,
huh?

Now you can pretend you can't
hear me, but I know you can,

and I've got something
I wanna tell you.

When I told you that
I didn't want you to die...

I lied.

If you ever get out of here...

If you go after
Counselor Carisi

or anyone in my family again,

it will be your last day
on Earth.

I'll kill you myself.