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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.

Miss?

Clear.

Clear.

We got a pulse.

Sweetheart.
Can you tell me your name.

Madison?

Madison.

Who are you?

I'm sergeant Benson,

and this is detective Amaro.

Where am I?

You're gonna be okay, sweetie.

Do you remember
what happened to you?

No.

Did something happen to me?

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They found me in an alley,
in a suitcase?

I don't remember that.

So, Madison, what's the last
thing that you do remember?

Coming to the city
to see "Wicked".

I live in Ronkonkoma.

And you came by yourself?

I was supposed to meet
a girlfriend.

Supposed to?
So you didn't?

Okay, did you end up
seeing the show?

I was coming from my uncle's
in the upper West Side.

I took a cab.

My mom doesn't like me
taking the subway.

Well, we'll need your uncle's
information and your friend's.

I don't want to get them
in trouble with my mom.

So where is she?

Atlantic City,

with some girlfriends.

Oh, God.

She's gonna be so mad at me.

Anonymous 911 call comes in
at 3:00 A.M. from a payphone.

Somebody wanted this found.

I respond.
I find her unconscious

in a half opened suitcase.

The suitcase looks
tourist shop generic.

You call CSU yet?

Yeah, four times already.

When they get here,

have them run it for DNA
and prints.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

My guess, she's underage.

She od's while partying
at a club,

and they dump her.

Bright lights, big city, right?

You canvass?
Witnesses?

Yeah, late. Cold night.
Windows were closed.

No one saw or heard anything.

Okay, we're near the tunnels.

We'll check
the traffic cam footage.

Hold on.

What's up, Liv?

So the last thing
that Madison remembers

is leaving
her uncle's apartment.

And now he's not
picking up the phone.

So find out why
he hasn't noticed

that his niece is missing.

Okay, we're headed over there.

Did you tell your uncle
that you were

going to Times Square
by yourself?

He got me the tickets.

Okay, so you got in the cab.

Then what?

He locked the doors.

He was driving like a lunatic.

Well, can you tell us
anything about him,

his age, ethnicity?

Middle eastern, maybe.

I'm sorry.

I was trying to text my friend,

'cause I was freaked out.

Oh, my God, my phone.

Do you guys have it?

Madison, when they found you,

you had no purse,
you had no clothes.

You don't remember
how that happened?

The driver...
I remember now.

He...

He pulled over,

and he climbed into the back,

and he made me take some pills,

and after that, I don't know.

We're gonna need you
to do a rape kit?

A rape kit?
Why?

Because somebody
assaulted you, sweetie.

We need to find out who?

But I wouldn't recognize him.

Okay, how about we take it
one step at a time?

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NYPD!

Hey.

What's going on?

We're here about
your niece Madison.

Madison?

She's up in the guest room,
asleep.

Can we come in,
Mr. Baker?

Sure.

Madison?

Oh, a little wake and bake
there, chief?

That's... that's not mine.

That belongs to a friend.

Mm-hmm.

She's... she's in here.

She's sleeping.

You check on her last night?

The door was closed.

Madison?

Madison?

Wait.
What?

I thought she came home.

When's the last time
you saw her?

6:00.

We were supposed to go see
a show.

"Wicked?"

But, um...

But she said she had a friend
that was dying to see it.

A friend.
Who?

I don't know.

These the tickets?

Wait.

She didn't go?

Where is she?

Mercy Hospital.

What happened to her?
Is she okay?

What, now you're worried
about your niece?

Where were you last night?

Uh...

A meat market.

I got home at about 1:00, okay?

Her backpack was here,
the door was closed.

Any way we can verify that?

When he wakes up,
you can ask him.

Look, guys, clearly
I screwed up, okay?

Don't tell my sister.

Okay, man.

Madison's friend
you're talking about,

is this her boyfriend?

I have no idea.

Look, it's not like she's chatty
with me or anything, okay?

She's 15.

She's on her cell phone
all the time,

just texting.

You know what?

Go wake your friend up.

We'll wait out here.

So where were we?

Madison lied to her uncle.

Didn't even take
the theater tickets.

And that taxi driver story.

I mean, speeding through
Times Square after 6:00?

You'd make better time
on a goat.

Well, something
happened to her.

The tox screen shows alcohol,

Ambien, and Xanax
in her system.

Now, the rape kit
didn't turn up any DNA,

but it did find
condom lubricant.

So this is what,
a hookup gone bad?

Bad enough to dump a body
in a suitcase?

Carisi, check
her social media.

Facebook, Instagram,

Twitter, all of it.

On it.

Cell records coming in.

Madison was texting constantly

from the upper west to
the howell hotel in Tribeca

where her cell goes dead
at 2:00 A.M.

Okay, we know
who she was texting?

Yeah, I'll run the number.

I'll save you the trouble.

She posted this on
her Instagram account

yesterday afternoon.

- Who's that?
- Scott Russo.

Pretty boy actor?

Yeah, actor/painter/philosopher.

In his free time, he's trying
to end climate change.

And he is in town this week
at the Edgefest Film Festival

at the Howell Hotel in Tribeca.

I would love to take a run
at the renaissance man.

Let's get Madison's side
of the story first.

Mom just got to the hospital.

And let's keep her
out of the conversation.

My daughter's been assaulted.
I'm staying with her.

Madison?

We saw you're Instagram account.

The friend that you
told your uncle

you were going to see
was Scott Russo, wasn't it?

Scott Russo?

My daughter's obsessed
with him.

She's seen "Caspian Sea"
ten times.

How did you even
get his number?

We dm'd each other on Twitter.

He lured you to the city?

How long has this
been going on?

What did he do?

Nothing, mom.

He left you for dead
in a suitcase.

Scott wouldn't hurt me.

Okay.

Tell us what you remember.

We know you went to his hotel.

Yeah.

There was a party at the bar.

Scott texted that he could
get me on the guest list.

And then what happened?

Nothing.

He got me a drink.

Did you go to his room?

I don't know.

They were giving out cocktails
at the party.

I guess they were stronger
than I realized.

I blacked out,
and next thing I remember

is waking up in the hospital.

Oh, Madison, my God.

She is 15 years old.

I don't care if he's
a movie star.

Just arrest him.

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Namaste.

Can I help you?

You know a girl
named Madison Baker?

Who?

She's the 15-year-old girl

that you were trading
selfies with yesterday.

- Namaste.
- Namaste.

She's a fan, right?

She texted me, and I responded.

Is flirting a crime?

You see her last night?

Celebrity, fantasy,
and expectations,

they're all part of my...
My art project.

Did you see her last night
or not?

I met her.

You get her drinks, or...

Hey, they were giving
drinks away for free.

All right, that's not on me.

So you did have
a drink with her.

After "Caspian Sea",
that's my fanbase, young girls.

There's a bunch of 'em
in the lobby right now.

Some of them always manage to
slip under the velvet rope.

Hey, look, man.

Nobody's looking to
hang you here.

We get it.
Madison's hot.

Guy could make a bad choice.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

A guy, right?

Not Scott Russo.

Why?

What is she saying?

Well, tell us your side.
What happened?

You met her,
had a couple drinks,

brought her up to the room,
something like that?

No, we had some drinks,
and we talked.

I left her in the booth.

What time was that?

I don't wear a watch, man.

But look, people saw me go.

Like who?

Industry people, hipsters.

Skye Adderson.

He's my co-star.
He can vouch for me.

Scott, is everything all right?

Yeah, we're cool.

This is Lydia, my manager.

Tell... tell 'em that you were
at the party last night.

I was there.
What's going on?

We're just asking him
about a girl

he took a selfie with
last night.

He took a lot of selfies

with waiters, press, fans.

He's a star, after all.

Yeah, well, this fan was 15.

And Scott was sexting with her.

She had a rough night.

Lydia, I just talked to her.

All right?
That's all.

Okay.

Look, Scott has
a lot of cyberstalkers,

and overwrought admirers,

but whatever this is,

he had nothing to do with it.

Then he won't mind answering
a few more questions.

Sure, sure.

Just let me...
Let me film it.

This is not a good time.

We have a satellite tour
in 15 minutes.

Listen, why don't you just
email me your questions?

Thanks, fellas.

You like him for this?

He might have nailed that girl,

but dumping her body
in a suitcase?

I got self-absorbed idiot,
not psycho.

Well, he said he left her
in the bar.

Let's go to tape.

So you want footage
from last night.

We can get a warrant,
but usually hotels work with us.

We already did.

Do... do you guys even
talk to each other?

A detective came in
late last night

and pulled the footage.

The hallway, the bar,

the elevator, the lobby.

I mean, he took
the whole hard drive.

An NYPD detective?

Yeah.

What precinct?

Shouldn't you know that?

You got footage of this guy?

I might be able to
get some footage

of him walking out,

but I'm gonna need some ids.

Satellite feed starts
in two minutes, folks.

Two minutes.

Who's the red dress?

Seriously?
Their co-star Catalina Soren.

Where have you been?

I don't want you talking
to those detectives.

I'm fine.

How's my favorite client?

Love you.

We're on in two.
Come on.

I know Russo's a multitasker,

but impersonating NYPD,

stealing security footage,
dumping a body.

It takes a village.

Skye! Skye! We love you!

Hold up.

Russo army.

Skye, come here.

You know this guy.

Whoa. Hey.

You want one?

We all just
went up on Instagram.

Whoever this guy is, he told the
hotel security that he was NYPD.

He took all
the surveillance footage,

the key card logs.

Thorough.
Thoughtful.

Stupid.

If you can't get 'em
for the crime,

you can get 'em
for the cover-up.

- Who's them?
- Fixers.

This is Hollywood
on the Hudson.

Russo's a star.

He picks up an underage girl,

she od's in his bed, he
makes some calls, goes away.

Then why leave the last part
to chance?

You mean kill her?

You're watching
too many movies.

You talked to the girl twice,
and she hasn't accused him yet?

Either she was paid off,
or she's obsessed.

Look, she's 15 years old.

She had drugs in her system.

Maybe she really doesn't
remember her.

Well, can you get us a warrant

for Russo's cell phone,
his room?

I can get you phone records,

but a warrant
for an actual phone

after that supreme court
decision, not yet.

Give me someone
who puts them together

after the party...

The hallway, the elevator.

Look, there were hundreds of
people at that party, the hotel.

They couldn't have gotten
to them all.

Go door-to-door.

Russo did say
his co-star Skye

saw him leave the party.

So start there.

That's great, Scott.
Give me some integrity.

Oh, beautiful.

Chin up a little.

Fantastic.

- Not very good.
- Camera loves you.

Hey, Skye, can we
talk to you for a minute?

Whoa.

We're in the middle
of a photo shoot.

He may have witnessed a rape.

Oh, I didn't witness any rape.

Skye.

No, no, it's okay, Lydia.

Is this...

This is about that girl, right?

Because, you know, if somebody
did something to her,

maybe... maybe
I can help.

Thank you.

You see her at the party
with Russo?

Yeah, in a booth.

She seem okay to you?

She seemed a little young
to be at a party like that.

She was drinking.

But that's not Scott.

I mean, Edgefest is sponsored
by aquavit.

Well, here's the thing, Skye.

Russo told us that you
could vouch for him,

that he left
before the girl did.

Because he did.

- Right, Skye?
- No, no, not exactly.

Lydia, I just played a lawyer.

I can't lie to the police.

He was there with her,

and then I was talking
to a producer,

and I turned around to see
if he would come over,

and he was gone.

What time was this?

Around midnight.

Did you see the girl leave?

No, no.

She was gone too.

Thanks.

Hey.

Who's arresting Scott Russo?

No, it's a preview
for his next movie.

It's called "Falsely Accused".

Innocence betrayed.

Justice denied.

A man alone...

This is an egregious miscarriage
of justice, your honor!

Against the system
that's betrayed him.

Coming soon.

He's charged with a rape/murder
he didn't commit,

and Skye Adderson plays
the legal aid attorney

who saves him.

And?

And they're both in the city
promoting this movie.

Russo's accused of
assaulting a fan.

That'll get you trending.

She overdosed.

Yeah, but now she can't
remember anything.

They could all be playing us.

This fits Russo's whole
meta-meme thing to a T.

Guys, I don't care if they're
doing it for publicity.

Somebody had sex
with a 15-year-old girl

and left her for dead
in an alley in a suitcase.

That's a crime.

Are we anywhere on that?

Yeah, we talked to two waiters.

They said they saw Russo

doing body shots
off of Madison.

Okay.

Can anybody put them in
the hallway, in the elevator?

Did anybody
see them leave together?

Skye may or may not have.

Tried to thread
the needle on that.

Check snaptrends, gramfeed.

Put a plate on that entire
hotel block from 10:00 P.M.

To 4:00 A.M.

There were hundreds
of people there.

Somebody must have posted
a selfie,

a video, something.

Hold up.
Google alert.

Somebody did.

Turn on LMZ.

Hey, you all know
about suitcase girl.

The underage
partier who ended up

naked in a suitcase
in a Tribeca alley?

Yeah, well, even though
Scott Russo denied

ever hooking up with her.

Surveillance footage shows
them in a lip lock

at the Howell Hotel.

And when it came
time to call it a night,

they pulled the old
"I'll leave first" play.

Yeah, yeah.

Scott, come on, man.

Don't mess with underage girls.

And don't mess with LMZ.

Now we know who impersonated
NYPD to get that footage.

I'll call Barba.

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And don't mess with LMZ.

Bad boy Scott Russo
caught in a sexting scandal.

Catalina, is he guilty?

I just can't believe

Scott would do something
like this.

But if he did,
there's no defense.

Scott Russo.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Hey.
You want to tweet the press,

you want to blow up Twitter,
knock yourself out.

But you're looking at 15 to 20
for rape and assault.

What, for a crime
I didn't commit?

I just made this movie.

It ends with me getting a
public apology from the NYPD.

Well, this isn't a movie, Scott.

While you were at the gallery,

we executed a search warrant
on your hotel room.

I know.

Lydia called me, freaking out.

"Let 'em search," I said.

Girl was never in there.

CSU's still going over
your carpet,

your drain, your bedspread,

but they already found Ambien
and Xanax in your bathroom,

which match the drugs
in Madison's system.

Oh, and condoms that match
the one used by the rapist.

Yeah, those condoms are
in the hotel amenity basket.

You said you left the girl
at the party.

You lied.

There's video of her
coming up to your room.

You're opening the door.

All right, look,
I invited her to the party.

We had some drinks.

I find out she was underage,

so I excused myself.

She followed me
to my room, right?

If you'd watched the rest of
the playback on that video,

you would've seen that I
shut the door on her.

Yeah, well, we don't have
the rest of that video,

and we may never be able
to get it.

You know, you tell
that story on the stand,

I don't care how good an actor
you think you are,

there's not a jury in the world
that buys it.

A jury?

Hello?

Somebody had sex

with a drunk and drugged
15-year-old girl,

wheeled the body into an alley.

You're in a lot of trouble
here, man.

Wow.

You guys actually think
that I did this.

Okay, okay.

This has to stay
on the dl, okay?

- She's married.
- Who's married?

Catalina Soren.

Your co-star?

Yeah, I did the right thing
here, all right?

I turned the
15-year-old down.

But Catalina's room
is adjoining mine.

And she was in my suite
all night long.

Okay, well, we're gonna
need to talk to Catalina.

I know, but here's the thing.

She's on a 19-hour flight
to New Zealand

to shoot two cycles of
"The Catalyst Trilogy",

and the thing is...

Ugh.

Her husband's directing it.

Mr. Russo's manager.

Not another word, Scott.

He's done talking

until we get
our lawyer in here.

Everything's gonna be okay.

You're safe, baby.

And he invokes.

Okay, so we'll try to find
the actress.

Do we have enough to charge?

Charge, sure.

Make the case, no.

The drugs and the condoms
are circumstantial.

What does the girl say?

Last time we spoke to Madison,

she said she didn't recall
going to his hotel room.

Talk to her again.

We all know what
Scott Russo did.

Why isn't he rotting
in a jail cell?

We want to make sure
our case is airtight

before we bring him in.

So he's free to go
where he wants,

attack another child.

I'm not a child.
And he didn't attack me.

I followed him to his room,

because I wanted to
be with him.

And were you?

Madison.

If he didn't attack you
and it was consensual,

then you need to tell us that.

He didn't force me.

We're soul mates.

I've been dreaming
that this would happen.

That he would
fall in love with me.

So I went to his bathroom

and took some of his pills
just to calm my nerves.

Madison.

Miss Baker, please.

Madison, go on.

I guess the pills were strong,

or maybe it was the cocktails
at the party, but...

A lot's fuzzy.

Madison.

Do you remember having sex
with Scott Russo?

Yes.

He was so gentle.

That's how I know that he
would never hurt me.

Okay.

We will be back in a minute.

Got him on statutory rape.

We can charge Russo.

Hold on, Madison's changed her
statement how many times now?

Several.

A few.

Girl was traumatized
and under the influence.

Which also doesn't help?

Yeah, if I'm Russo's lawyer,

I'm gonna paint her
as a crazy fan

who admitted to using
drugs and alcohol,

who stalked him.

Save it for night school?

What about his alibi?

Catalina Soren isn't
calling us back.

Might be 'cause she wasn't
in the room with Russo.

We have video evidence he
kissed Madison at the bar,

did body shots off her.

That's at least endangering
the welfare of a child.

- Come on.
- We also have video of him

talking to her right outside
his hotel room door.

And if we show the jury that,
his lawyer's gonna ask

why we didn't show
them the rest,

and they're gonna wonder
what was on it.

I'm wondering the same thing.

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I got to thank you guys.

Some of my best sources
are in your offices.

Care to share any names?

I never reveal a source.

Look, we don't care
where you got it, Lenny.

We just need to see the rest.

Wouldn't know how to get
that for you.

With holding evidence

is a class e felony,
Mr. Simmons.

I don't have the video
in my possession,

so there's no physical
evidence being withheld.

Well, then, who does have it?

My source is my source.

First amendment guarantees
that journalists

don't have to reveal
that information.

But, hang on,
that's for real journalists.

You're not even tabloid trash.

You wound me.

Hey, counselor, tell her about
New York press shield law.

He's right.

Even LMZ has
absolute protection

for confidential news.

To compel,
the hurdles are very high.

You've got to be kidding me.

Don't mess with LMZ.

You want to threaten
a police officer?

Go ahead, tough guy,
take a swing.

You take one first.

Come on, Nick.
Let's go.

Maybe I will.

Okay.

Oh, um...

I almost forgot.

Here.

Whoever showed you tape
impersonated NYPD to steal it,

which means you have
direct knowledge

of criminal wrongdoing.

So tomorrow, you can either

reveal your source
to a grand jury

or they will hold you
in contempt.

Bring your toothbrush.

Lenny's a third-rate hack,

although he wants
everyone to think

he's Woodward and Bernstein.

You know, he may not show.

Don't forget,

before he became a vulture,
he was a lawyer.

Yeah, a distinction
without a difference.

It means he knows if he
doesn't show, he goes to jail.

Yeah, he doesn't have the stones
for that.

Agreed.
All bat, no balls.

Guess who didn't show?

I just spent the past two hours
with 23 grand jurors

playing sudoku.

It's Friday.

How about we pick him up
at the end of the day.

So he can't get
processed until Monday

and has to spend the weekend
at the tombs?

Motherhood has really
changed you, Liv,

brought out your sweet side.

Do it.

Thank you.

Here you go.

That's a wrap, folks.

Have a great weekend.

If you can't come in Sunday,
don't come in Monday.

Lenny Simmons.

We missed you at court today.

Hey, Lenny.

Where's that bat?

You know, failure to appear
is contempt.

All right, yeah,
get those cameras rolling.

This is NYPD harassment,

trying to force me to reveal
a confidential source.

Atta boy, Lenny.

They may have no
respect for the constitution,

but I am willing to die
to respect those rights.

I know this is gonna be
hard for you,

but you have the right
to remain silent.

- How'd it go?
- Judge threw him in the tombs.

Look, until he gives up
that video or his source

we can't make a case.

Why should Lenny
Simmons give it up?

I mean, this is goosing
his ratings

while he's got his feet up
in protective custody.

We could put a UC in his cell.

He's under arrest.

NYPD can't have
an ex-parte conversation.

About his case.

But if he gives us information
about somebody else,

that's fair game.

Is it?

I didn't hear any of this.

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Hey, hey.

You think you got eyes on me?

You ain't got eyes.

You don't know eyes.

Hey, man, we're all good here.

I got eyes.

I got eyes right here
in my teeth.

Hey, mop boy.

Somebody vomit by the toilets.

Go make yourself useful.

Ciao.

Solitaire?

You can't do that in here.

You got to be on a team.

I don't need protection.

It's just a little advice
from a true LMZ fan.

You a fan?

Hell yeah.

The way you take it to them
Hollywood clowns,

I can't do nothing
but respect that.

Where I'm from,
talk crap, you get shot.

I've come close a few times.

What's your name again?

Call me Big G.

Big G?
Lenny.

You play gin?

You know, you and me,
we're not that different.

Is that right?

Yeah, you got your kind
of juice, I got mine.

Velvet glove, iron fist.

You gonna keep talking,

or we gonna play cards, Lenny?

I got 'em all runnin' scared.

Yeah, whatever you say, Lenny.

No, I got a vault

of sex videos, drug videos,
bestiality.

Wait a minute.

You have video on this guy,

and you're doing time
to protect him?

You're dumber than you look.

I'm protecting my operation.

I'm thinking about
the big picture.

The real dirt on what happened
last night is in the vault.

That's my juice.

What is this?

You know, the first rule
of the vault

is there is no vault.

Mr. Simmons, I believe
you've met Big G.

Detective Tutuola.

Yeah, me and Lenny, we had
a nice, long talk in there,

right, Len?

Remember this part?

Russo's manager
gives me the pg-13 video,

the triple-x stuff
disappears.

You didn't inform me
you were a cop.

Whatever you got can't be used.

No, see, Lenny,

we don't need to get
anything from you.

You already gave us your source,
Lydia Lebasi.

Tell us what went down,
no one finds out you helped.

Refuse to cooperate,
we release you

and leak that you talked
to save your own skin.

See, the court of public
opinion's a harsh one.

But you already knew that.

Until this show trial ends,

I have agreed to wear
an ankle bracelet.

I don't care how long
they hold me in contempt.

The judge can drop dead
in his black robe

before Lenny Simmons gives up
the name of a source.

The great defender
of the free press

falls apart like a cheap suit.

Russo's manager is on her way.

She's got plenty of clients.

Can't be fun cleaning up
Russo's messes.

Maybe she'll cut him loose.

We know you
helped Scott cover up

a rape and attempted murder.

That makes you a conspirator.

You'll go down
for a felony yourself.

Or you give us that
missing footage.

Lenny dropped my name?

That little bitch.

Let him give you
the missing footage

if he knows so much.

Didn't you hear the news?

Lenny Simmons is
a free press crusader.

You, on the other hand,

are just Scott Russo's
cleaning lady.

He's really worth
20 years in jail?

I swear I don't have
the footage.

LMZ does.

But you were there.

So what happened?

Last chance, miss Lebasi.

Scott calls me
around 1:00 A.M.

"Come up to my suite.
I've got a problem."

Problem?
Try career suicide.

A 15-year-old od'd
in his bed,

and all he can whine about
is being cursed.

What did you do?

My job.

Picked up a cheap suitcase,
had him put her in it,

he wheeled her out.

I got all traces of her
out of the room.

Wiped prints, stripped the bed.

Then you called LMZ

and 'em pull that
security video.

He swore he wouldn't
release any of it.

They screwed me
with that exclusive

of Scott and the girl
in the hallway.

An ethical lapse by LMZ.

I'm shocked.

They didn't commit a crime,
you did.

Scott's going down anyway,
isn't he?

I'll tell you the truth.

The whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

I think that salmon
was farm raised.

Told you you should have
had the burger, man.

Totally grass fed.

Scott Russo.

What, are you guys
stalking him?

Stalking?

He's on foursquare.

Every move you make
is a public act.

Including this.

You're under arrest for
the rape of Madison Baker.

I know you guys hate me,

but I did not do this.

All right, I'm being set up.

Oh, falsely accused?

Life imitates art.
I get it.

Jeez, Scott.

Hey, I'll call Lydia.

No, Lydia can't
help me anymore.

Call my lawyer.

Well, I'll say
this for Scott Russo.

He does take a pretty mug shot.

So how long till that's on LMZ?

My daughter needs to
speak with you.

Madison,
what's going on?

Why did you arrest Scott?

I told you that
he didn't hurt me.

It's okay, Madison.

His manager Lydia
told us everything.

What did she say?

That you od'd in his hotel room

after he had sex with you,

and then they
put you in the suitcase,

and they dumped you.

She's lying about all of it.

Hold on, now you're saying you
and Scott Russo did not have sex?

No.

We made out a little
at the party,

but once he found out
how old I was,

he got scared.

So you followed him
to his hotel suite.

He opened the door.

I saw Catalina Soren,
from his movie.

She was behind him, in a robe.

She's so beautiful.

Then what happened?

He told me I was a nice girl,

but too young for him.

He told me to go home.

I just... I started crying
after he closed the door.

That's when Skye came out.

That's Skye Adderson.

Yeah, he invited me into
his room to clean myself up.

We had more drinks.

I took some of his pills.

He was so understanding
about Scott,

telling me what a jerk he was.

We started making out.

I'm sorry, mom.

It's okay, honey.
Just tell the truth.

We had sex.

Everything is hazy.

Next thing I know,
I'm in the hospital.

Madison.

Why didn't you tell us
from the beginning

that it was Skye?

Because I didn't want Scott
to find out

that I had cheated on him.

I knew that he would
never forgive me.

She's finally telling
the truth.

Good for her.

Too bad she's lied
so many times,

the jury won't believe
a word she says.

Well, I still don't.

Look, you heard Lydia Lebasi,
right?

She pinned everything on Scott.

Now, why frame her own client

and risk imprisonment
to protect Adderson?

Let's just ask her.

Yeah, it'd be easier
to control the conversation

if we had that missing footage.

So let her think that we do.

_

Hi.

Sergeant Benson from SVU.

I'm sorry for the interruption.

Just have a few more questions.

We already spoke with
your detectives.

Forgive us, but we have a flight
to catch to New Zealand.

New Zealand?

Isn't that where
Catalina Soren's

shooting that new
"Catalyst" movie?

Yeah, it's a trilogy.

Skye just got cast
as the catalyst himself.

Oh, that's big time, man.

What's that like, 10 mil a pop?

I always thought you were more
kind of like a indie guy?

Even bad boys grow up.

Now, I'm sorry, please.

Yeah, we just have a couple
of timeline questions, Skye.

So, where did you go
after the party?

I-I went to Lydia's room,

and we were
actually strategizing

about "The Catalyst".

All right, okay.

And what time was that?

Was 1:00 A.M.?

I fell asleep on her couch?

I thought that this was
taken care of.

It is.
Relax.

We have to get to JFK.

We can give you a ride.

Sirens, lights, you know.

You ever done that?
It's a trip.

So, Skye, just to be clear,

you're saying that...
That you never saw Madison,

maybe in the hallway,
maybe crying?

Of course not.

He was with me.

Well, the problem is,

that doesn't really jive

with the hotel
security footage.

Well...

The footage...
the footage was... is gone.

Who told you that?

No, LMZ has had that footage
in a vault,

and... and your manager
finally gave them the okay

to release it to us.

They're lying.
Skye, I didn't...

Okay, Skye.

So back to the video.

Now, we have you at 1:00
in the morning, right?

Consoling Madison
and then escorting her

into your hotel room.

And then later on, we got you

wheeling that suitcase out
around 2:45 A.M.

What... what is going on?

- No, no, no, no.
- Skye!

That's not right.

What about Lydia
coming in to my room,

bringing in the suitcase.

You don't have that on tape?

Definitely not, but nice try.

So you're saying
it's all her idea?

I'm... I'm so sorry, Lydia.

I can't go down for this.

I know, Skye.

Don't worry, honey.

He's telling the truth.

It was my idea.

He wanted to call an ambulance.

I told him no.

I said I didn't want
some stupid girl

to screw up "The Catalyst" deal.

Okay, you don't have to
cover for your client.

She's not covering for me.
I am innocent.

I am... I had no idea how old
that girl was,

and Madison,

she took the drugs
from my dopp kit.

You know, the station
is right down the road.

So how about the four of us
go there,

and we can sort this out?

No, no, no,
let him get on the plane.

Let him go to New Zealand.

It was my idea, take me.

We should all go.

What's gonna happen now?

I don't know what to do.
What do we do?

Shh.

Don't worry, my beautiful boy.

Everything's gonna be
all right.

- Okay.
- It's gonna be all right.

_

Given new evidence in
Skye Adderson's confession,

people have no objection.

Then the motion to dismiss
the indictment

is so ordered.

You're free to go,
Mr. Russo.

Hey, if you're looking
for that apology...

No.

Actually, I want to thank you.

You do?

Yeah, for getting to the truth.

As painful as it is,
I can't believe Lydia set me up

because I refused to
compromise my integrity.

Come again?

I mean, I always thought
she believed in me.

But I guess she found
a brighter, shinier boy.

It's been a tough week.

That people I love
would destroy me

for status and money

is the ultimate betrayal.

Check, please.

There's a lesson here.

The manna that consumes
Hollywood creates the basis

for disrespecting one's
true self

and for hurting others.

Falsely Accused...

Well, it's not a just a movie.

It happened to me.

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