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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.

Sorry, watch those blocks.

So what, that toy box
is just what, decorative?

Oh, you brought the jokes.

Listen, would you hold him
for a minute?

- Huh? Ah, oh.
- Thanks.

So you said you didn't want to
talk about this in the office?

Um, Johnny D, the pimp,
he's still in custody

on federal charges?

Yeah, his lawyers tried for bail
but they were shut down, why?

What if our investigation
turned up information

that Johnny D fathered a child?

With Elly Porter.

This conversation is
hypothetical as of now, okay?

If Johnny D was in fact
Noah's biological father...

Is that something that NYPD
would have to disclose?

You double checked?

Ran the DNA three times.

Johnny D was a major trafficker.

Probably bought and sold
every girl who's been

put to work in New York.

And then he raped them
to break them in.

Look, I haven't slept
since I...

Just tell me that he doesn't
have to know.

He doesn't.

It's not exculpatory in any way.
He never needs to find out.

I've already started
the adoption paperwork.

Given Noah's early history,
how can you be expected

to know who his father was?

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Walter?
Excuse me.

They dig you out of the old
novelist's home for this too?

It's Fred Worth, Walter.

Fred Worth.
Wow, great to see you.

Are you sure?

Last time we spoke was in the
green room at the Cavett Show.

I had just finished
reviewing your Vietnam book.

You said you were gonna
slice off my ears

and mail them to the Viet Cong.

I didn't do it.
Did I?

Of course not, darling.

I guess you're going strong,
Walter.

Forgot what it takes to hold
onto a beauty like this.

My prettiest wife yet.

Oh, look, there's Roland Evans.

Ah.
Fred, great to see you.

Great to see you too.

- Dad!
- Dad?

We weren't on the list
for the party because of her.

- Charmaine?
- Yeah, Dad.

She won't let us see you.

- Delilah, please not now.
- Your father is cold.

We've been to the house.
She hasn't let us in to see you.

Dad... Dad, we just want to know
are you all right?

- We miss you.
- Yeah, I... I'm great.

I'm just fine, yes.

Dad, are you sure?

- I'm fine.
- Watch your head.

Dad?

It was great to see you.

Hey, sarge, there's two women

here who will only speak
to someone in charge.

Sure.

Hi, how can I help you?

We want to report
a sex crime... a rape.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Why don't you have a seat?

- Which one of you...
- It wasn't one of us.

It was our father,
Walter Briggs.

The novelist?
I'm a huge admirer.

I've read every one
of his books ever since...

So what happened to him?

His wife, Charmaine,

she pumps him full
of erectile dysfunction pills

and makes him have sex
every day, which is dangerous,

considering
he's got a heart condition.

He's divorced
from both our mothers.

Charmaine won't let us see him.

So how do you know this?

His housekeeper told us.

She feels terrible,
but she doesn't know what to do.

That may not technically
be rape.

Penal law section 130.25...
Sexual intercourse with a person

who is incapable of consent
because of mental disability

or incapacitation.

Our father is almost 80
and has dementia.

He does not consent.
He cannot consent.

Did you look that up?

- I'm in law school.
- Oh, where?

- I'm in Fordham... nights.
- Carisi?

Why would she be doing this?

Our father's will divides
his estate in equal shares

between his current wife
and his children.

Your stepmother wants a child
so she can have an extra share.

So she's raping him.

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Yes, I've worked
for Mr. Walter for 30 years.

His daughters told us
that you had some concerns.

I do.

When Mrs. Briggs find out,
she'd fire me in a skip second.

No... we'll do our best
to keep you out of it.

What's she's doing
to Mr. Walter is wrong.

Giving him them pills.

He doesn't know, but I see her.

A man his age...
He needs his ease.

Does he know what's going on?
In general.

He was brilliant.

Now he's got gaps.
Big, empty spaces.

Oh, she don't like me
to be late.

Okay.
Thank you coming in.

Well, the housekeeper confirms.

Okay, so Mr. Walter
as in Walter Briggs, the writer?

Yeah, Pulitzer Prize,
National Book Award.

Well, he's nearly 80,
and his wife...

- His sixth wife.
- Who's 45...

And making him
have sex constantly.

Is that a crime
or an old man's dream?

The daughters say
that she wants another child,

so if he is incapable
of giving consent,

then they're right,
it's... it's rape.

Yeah, and the fact
that the alleged rapist

is his wife
is legally irrelevant

but, I mean,
of all the people... I mean,

have you guys read Briggs' book
"The Fifth Assailant"?

The guy is a literary genius.

Isn't he the literary genius
who threw one of his wives

through a plate glass window?

Yeah, there's actually a scene
based on that in the book.

Okay, so the complaints are
coming from his daughters, right?

What's in it for them?

A bigger slice of the estate?

No... love, devotion,
maybe concern?

Right.

We've got an allegation,
we have corroborations,

so you two go speak
with the happy couple.

And Carisi,

as a detective, not a fan.

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I should say I'm still
not quite sure why you're here.

It's called a welfare check.

We do it from time to time,
mostly with seniors.

I'm guessing
that would be me, huh?

Oh, dear, did my husband's
daughters call you?

They did express some concern.

They said they weren't allowed
to see Mr. Briggs?

This is one of those difficult
family situations...

Stepmother, stepdaughters.

I'm sure
it happens all the time.

I'm sure it does but actually,
Mrs. Briggs,

would you mind if we...
If we spoke separately?

It's just standard procedure.

As a matter of fact, I do mind.

Walter and I don't keep secrets
from each other, do we, Walter?

Not really, no.
I humor her.

So what exactly
did you want to talk about?

It's pretty personal.

Pertaining to your sex life.

And that's a police matter?

79 and stiff
as a varnished eel.

A varnished eel.

My third wife
took up with a bartender

because I got distracted
by my book on the pope.

Now, you spend six months
in the Vatican,

and you'll see
what happens to your testicles.

"Roman Follies".
It was a wonderful book, sir.

- I read it in college.
- Thank you.

- All of his books are wonderful.
- Okay, so Mr. Briggs,

you're happy to keep
your wife satisfied?

Well, of course I am.

I mean, just look at her.

Moreover, I'm obliged.

It's a man's duty to nature.

A million years
of evolution, you know.

Oh, these feminists,
they can preach

and screech all they want,

but until the day
that a man suckles an infant

and a woman goes out
and hunts, and...

A woman goes out
and hunts, and...

What?
I'm sorry.

What?
I'm sorry.

My husband's very tired,
but as you can see, we are fine.

You're kidding me.

His daughters are complaining,
but he isn't?

Yeah, he says
he's doing his manly duty

by keeping his woman satisfied.

So he's consenting
to the sexual activity?

Him and his varnished eel.

Okay, but is he capable
of consent?

I mean, what's he like?

- I don't know.
- Rollins?

He winked at Rollins
a whole bunch.

He quoted from an essay
about manly men

that he wrote in "Playboy"
in 1972,

and then just like that,
he goes off into ga-ga land.

It was sad.
The guy was a titan.

Listen,
that was the housekeeper.

Mr. Briggs just
went to the hospital.

Apparent heart attack.

The daughter said
that he had a heart condition.

If the wife knew

and was secretly
feeding him those pills...

Yeah, that's assault three.

Recklessly causing physical
injury to another person,

maybe even attempted murder.
Am I right, counselor?

Seldom. Unless the daughters
can give you proof

that the wife knew about
the heart condition

and was exacerbating it,
you've got nothing.

She's contesting it?
Of course she is.

What a bitch.
Okay, call me back.

That was my sister.

She's been at the courthouse
all day

trying to get visitation rights.

Charmaine still won't let
us visit him,

not even in the hospital.

- Any word on his condition?
- Stable. That's all we know.

Has he had heart attacks
before?

Several, going back
to the '80s.

But can you prove
Charmaine knew that?

The world knew it.

He wrote a piece about his first
heart attack for "Esquire".

Of course I have 12 crazies
here today.

I'm a playwright.

I started this theater
to put up my own work,

so now I'm artistic director,

fundraiser, ticket taker,
occasional janitor.

Let me be clear.

Did you and your sister
ever specifically

discuss your father's heart
condition with Charmaine?

Absolutely.

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Dr. Tedroe?

Are you here
because of the incident?

Yes, we're wondering
if Mr. Briggs' heart attack

could have been caused
by his ed medication.

I don't know.
I never got the chance

to take a complete medical
history.

Why not?

I thought that's
why you're here.

His wife arrived 20 minutes ago
with a private ambulance

and removed him from the
hospital against medical advice.

She pulled him off the EKG
monitor and was in such a hurry,

she took our IV pump with her.

The nurses didn't try
to stop her

because Mr. Briggs
needed it to maintain.

Can he maintain
outside the hospital?

Maybe, maybe not.

His wife has put his life
in jeopardy.

And you just let her take him?

His wife said
she was transferring him

to another hospital.

We got the court order.

Where's our dad?

- He's not here.
- You mean he's... gone?

No, no, no, no.
No, he was... more like taken.

We have checked
every hospital in Manhattan.

There is no sign of Briggs.

It's not kidnapping.
She's his wife.

She has the right to take him
out of the hospital.

Even against medical advice?

Ripping hospital equipment
out of the wall?

Want me to file a larceny
charge on the IV pump?

His daughter's got
a court order to visit him.

- Charmaine's in violation.
- Has she denied them access?

- They don't know where he is.
- So no.

She's endangering
her husband's life.

The... the doctors made
that clear.

Yeah, plus the rape
and assault charges

are still under investigation.

Barely... one of them's a stretch,
the other one's a chasm.

This is a sick old man
getting dragged across the city.

Well, we're not social workers.

But we are cops,
and we can keep investigating.

- Knock yourselves out.
- We will.

Mommy?
Yeah, it's me.

No, how's abuelita doing?

Uh-huh, I can stop by the house
probably tonight.

They sent her home?

Who's gonna take care of her?

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The dispatcher said
you handled a call today

concerning a patient
named Briggs.

The sick old dude
with the crazy wife?

You tell me.

Guy had tubes
hanging out of his arms.

I could barely get him
in the chair.

I figured we were going
to another hospital,

maybe rehab,
but the wife said no.

Where'd she want to go?

Private airport in Westchester.

I said, "lady, I don't think
your husband's up for a flight."

She said she was paying me
to drive,

not give medical opinions.

- Okay, so you took him.
- No way.

I told her we were going back
to the hospital

or to another hospital...
End of options.

That guy kicks on a plane
somewhere,

they're gonna ask about
the brilliant ambulance driver

who launched him.

So where'd you end up
taking him?

The lady made me
stop right there.

She dragged her husband
out in the middle

of 57th street.
Hailed a cab.

Wow, okay.

Did she mention where they were
gonna go on that private plane?

Canada.

That sound like a healthy choice
for a sick old man in the winter?

Hmm.

Mr. Briggs.
Mrs. Briggs?

Hello, detectives.

- Oh, great to see you.
- Good to see you too, sir.

Mrs. Briggs, you want to tell us
what's going on?

We are taking a vacation.

Is that right, Mr. Briggs?

I humor her.

Mr. Briggs, your daughters
got a court order to see you.

They're concerned
about your welfare.

I'm his wife, no one
is more concerned

about his welfare than me.

Well, that may be true,
Mrs. Briggs,

but now you're gonna
have to tell that to a judge.

My lawyer already spent half
the day in front of the judge.

Well, now you're gonna
have to spend all night.

Please.

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So you say you're pursuing

a criminal investigation
against Mrs. Briggs?

Which is ridiculous,
your honor.

This is police intimidation.

What are they even doing here?

And you are Mrs. Briggs'
attorney?

Arlene Heller, always a pleasure
to come to bucolic Westchester.

How nice.
Mrs. Briggs is not under arrest.

- Is that correct?
- Yes, ma'am.

Then why am I being held
against my will?

Because you were trying
to sneak our father

out of the country.

What sneak?
Mr. and Mrs. Briggs

can take a trip if they want to.

Your honor, we have a court
order allowing us to see him.

And we are moving now
to be his guardians,

pursuant to article 81
of the mental hygiene law.

Guardians?
He doesn't need guardians.

He's married to me.

Mr. Briggs was removed
from a hospital today

by Mrs. Briggs,
against medical advice.

And evidence suggests
the heart attack

that put him in the hospital
was caused by Mrs. Briggs

overdosing him on erectile
dysfunction medication.

What evidence?
Who's testifying here?

When did NYPD
become medical doctors?

I'll take it from here,
Ms. Heller.

So the contention is Mrs. Briggs
is abusing her husband?

Absolutely.

Mr. Briggs,
is your wife abusing you?

No, of course not.

There is a question,
your honor,

of mental competence.

Mr. Briggs, can you tell me
what this hearing is about?

Well, I'm pretty sure
that it's about me.

Dad, you're here because you
should be back in the hospital.

- No, I'm fine.
- You're not fine.

Charmaine is not taking care
of you.

I don't have to stand for this.

Everyone, stop.
One at a time.

Your honor?
May I have a minute, please?

You know who I am, right, Dad?

Yes, I know who you are.
You're my daughter.

And you know who she is, right?

Yes, another daughter.

Don't you think
I know my children?

What are our names, Dad?

This is ridiculous.
He is exhausted.

Just a moment.
Do you know their names, sir?

Well, I ought to.
I named them myself.

Dad, who am I?

Well, you're the one
that wants to be a writer.

No... oh, no.
She is, right?

That's right, Dad.

What's my name?
Come on, Dad.

You named us after women
in the Bible... strong women.

Judith, that's enough.

There's been so many people.

This proves nothing, your honor.
It's late.

Mr. Briggs is recovering
from a heart attack.

Oh, that didn't stop her
from pulling him out

of his hospital bed.

That's enough.

I'm gonna reserve judgment
on the motion for guardianship

pending a psychological
and physical examination

of Mr. Briggs.

I remember.
Their names were from the Bible.

Delilah cut somebody's hair,

and Judith cut off
somebody's head.

Thank you, sir.

In the meantime,
he'll be admitted

to Westchester general

and his daughters
may visit whenever they like.

You are the one
tormenting him, not me.

Walter, I'm gonna get you
the best room in that hospital.

I had six wives, you know.

I know, sir.

And hundreds of lovers.

I penetrated their bodies

and I penetrated their minds,
because I was a man.

That's what I was supposed
to be.

And now,
women are batting me around

like a feathered shuttlecock.

My wife, my daughters,
and a judge in a skirt.

Oh, God.

And tonight, I'm gonna
have a nurse wipe my ass.

How did this happen, hmm?
You tell me.

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Mommy, I just don't understand
why she doesn't go to rehab.

'Cause she doesn't want to go
to rehab.

The doctors have
all argued with her.

They are done.
Do you want to argue with her?

Yeah, I do.
Let me carry one of those bags.

Wait, wait... there's eggs
in that one.

Let... don't worry,
I think I can handle it.

So is this the plan?
Huh?

Hi... you're gonna work for
12 hours every day

and then come here and do
her pills, bring her groceries.

I'm her daughter.
And the stairs are hard for her.

Yeah, that's why she should live
in an elevator building.

I don't mind,
and she loves it here.

You can have
the groceries delivered.

This is the Bronx, darling.

This is not Park Avenue,
remember?

How could I forget?

Momma?
It's me.

Ah.
I see you brought El Juez.

Abuelita, I'm not a judge.

You will be.

To what do I owe the honor?

Hey, how'd it go last night?

Heartbreaking.

I mean, Briggs is aware just
enough to know that he's lost it.

Not anymore, he isn't.
That was the hospital.

He died earlier this morning
up in Westchester.

Another heart attack.

Maybe it's for the best.

You know, wife like that...

The end game
was gonna be pretty brutal.

Well, it already was.

Look, we need Warner
or any other New York City me

to perform the autopsy...

Make sure his wife's actions
didn't contribute.

The judge put off
ruling on guardianship.

Charmaine still has control
of everything.

Including the body.
That's not good.

All right, get up there.
I'll call Barba.

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Hey, hold up.

Is that Mr. Briggs?

Yes, I'm taking him
to a beautiful place.

Actually, you're not.

It's a court order.
No more hide and seek.

Trip's off, boys.

The world isn't done
with Walter Briggs.

His arteries were clogged,
his heart enlarged.

Since when does SVU investigate
death by heart attack?

Well, his wife
took him on a road trip

after he had a smaller attack
yesterday.

We just want to know
if it contributed.

Well, it certainly didn't help.

The gentleman was in
no condition to go sightseeing.

So you would draw a connection
between that and his death?

I mean, doc,
she took him out of the hospital

against medical advice
with an IV hanging from his arm.

Well then, ipso facto.

By the way, it looks like she
pulled something else out of him too.

- What?
- There's semen in his urethra.

He had sex?

A final ejaculation
shortly before or after he died.

His wife climbed
into the hospital bed with him?

I don't believe he was in
any shape to be that fortunate.

If you care to observe,

I could show you
the intrarectal trauma.

No... no, thanks.
I'm good.

Really?
Rectal probe electroejaculation?

Wow.

Guys, I'm... I'm lost here.

It's a technique
for grieving wives

to procreate with their loved
ones, even posthumously.

Rectal probe
electroejaculation?

That sounds like a sex crime
in and of itself.

We talked to the nurse
on the ward in Westchester.

In the middle of the night
after he died,

his daughters had just left.

His wife called in
a specialized company

to extract his sperm.

They're used
to emergency calls.

The same outfit cuts heads
off bodies for people

who want to freeze them.

The hospital allowed this?

The wife had the right,
as you pointed out.

Come on, counselor.

You know what we're looking
at here.

She tormented this guy,
all right?

The blue pills,
the flight from the hospital...

It pains me to say this,
but you're right, Carisi.

She killed him.

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Manslaughter
in the second degree...

Does the defendant have a plea?

A plea for sanity, your honor.

Mrs. Briggs is a widow

whose husband died tragically
of natural causes.

Natural causes brought on
by the reckless behavior

of the defendant.

Her counsel might want
to read the statute.

The ADA might want to ditch
the condescending attitude

before it drips onto his suit.

You two hash this
out on your own time.

Assuming no objection,
I'll enter a plea of not guilty.

Bail is set at 100,000,
cash or bond.

Next.

- Mommy.
- We have to talk.

Okay, I'm a little busy
right now.

You're always busy.

You don't think
this is important?

Claro que si, of course I do.

Barba... $100,000 for a homicide?
Are you kidding me?

We're lucky
we didn't get our or.

Sergeant Benson,
this is my mother, Lucille Barba.

- Oh.
- Benson... he talks about you.

You drive him a little crazy.

- Just doing my job.
- Mommy...

Take another look at
that place for abuelita.

You know that it's
the right thing to do.

No, you know it's
the right thing to do.

Please, just think about it.

I'm thinking.
Call me.

Bye, ma.

- Charmaine?
- Charmaine, Charmaine.

Charmaine, Charmaine...
Did you kill your husband?

Charmaine, why did you hide
Walter from the kids?

You people are jackals.
You just want raw meat.

The prosecution is hounding
a loyal,

loving wife who was dealing

with her husband's illness
as best she could.

I just want my husband
to rest in peace.

How much did
you pay for the rectal probe?

What did you do with
your husband's sperm?

- Do we have to listen to this?
- They're not bad questions.

- Did you see the headline?
- Yeah.

Everything the guy accomplished,
his whole life reduced to this.

He wasn't exactly
a great human being.

He was a great writer, Nick.
The work deserves respect.

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Ms. Thwaites, in your capacity
as the Briggs' housekeeper,

did you have occasion
to see Mrs. Briggs administering

medication to her husband?

Yes.

I've seen those pills
on the TV ads,

the ones where... so men can,
you know, perform.

But I knew what
she was giving Mr. Walter,

- but he didn't.
- Strike that.

Your honor, she's a housekeeper,
not a psychic.

She can't know
what the deceased knew.

Sustained.
Jury will disregard.

How did the defendant
give Mr. Briggs those pills?

Mashed up the pills
and put them

in orange juice
when he wasn't in the room.

Thank you.

And that's exactly what you told
Mrs. Briggs' stepdaughter,

- Delilah, isn't that right?
- I did.

And you've known
Delilah a long time?

I helped raise her.

I was with Mr. Walter
through four marriages.

So you feel motherly
towards Delilah?

I don't know about motherly.
I am fond of her.

Are you fond
of Charmaine Briggs?

No.

Were you upset that

she wouldn't let Delilah
see Mr. Briggs?

It broke my heart.

So you were looking for a way
to get her in to see her father

by feeding Delilah ammunition
against her stepmother?

I didn't think of it like that.

Well, maybe you didn't.

No further questions.

Mr. Briggs
had a reasonable chance

of surviving
his initial heart attack,

but he was
in very fragile health.

And what would the effect
on such a patient

be of yanking him
out of the hospital,

putting him in an ambulance
and then a taxi,

then leaving him shivering
for hours in an airport hangar?

Potentially catastrophic.

Every one of those acts
puts stress on a patient

who is already very weak.

That's why we urged Mrs. Briggs
to leave her husband with us,

but she refused.

Thank you.

Dr. Tedroe, you said that moving
around town was dangerous

for Mr. Briggs
because his health was so bad.

That's right.

So bad that everyday,
ordinary activity

like getting into a taxi
could lead to his death?

Yes.

So wasn't he in danger
of dying soon anyway?

Couldn't he have died while,
I don't know,

going to the bathroom
while lifting a spoon?

He might have.

I see.
Thank you.

Redirect?

Dr. Tedroe, what was
more dangerous for Mr. Briggs...

Lifting a spoon or being dragged
around two counties?

Mr. Briggs should not have
left the hospital.

_

Look,
I know what you're thinking.

No.

I should take her
in to live with me.

Other people put their families
in places like this.

We do not put our family
in places like this.

You are singlehandedly keeping
a charter school alive.

You only go home to sleep.

How are you supposed
to take care of her?

- I could retire.
- No, you couldn't.

Mira, it's not so bad.
Maybe she'll like it.

It smells.

They're cooking lunch,
abuelita.

- What are they cooking, skunk?
- Mama.

Rafie has gone
through a lot of trouble

to arrange this for you.

I didn't ask him to.

Why should I move
after 40 years?

Because here,
nobody has to carry groceries

up six flights of stairs,
abuelita.

They have activities.
Mira, movies.

If you fall down again.

Anything, you just push
a button.

If I fall down at home,
I bang on the floor...

Mrs. Rivera hears.

- Mommy?
- We'll think about it.

I'm just trying
to help both you.

Bye.

I have to go.
I'm needed in court.

Good, go help somebody else.

_

Yeah, it was around the time

my father's health
started to deteriorate.

Charmaine stopped letting us
visit him.

She made excuses at first,
like he was having a bad day,

and then she stopped
making excuses.

It hurt us deeply.

Your honor, the charge
is manslaughter,

not being mean to stepdaughters.

Move it along, Mr. Barba.

Miss Briggs, tell us
about the day your stepmother

removed your father
from the hospital.

My sister went to court

to get an order
allowing us to visit him.

Was the defendant
aware of this?

Yes, that's why she ripped him
out of there.

Anything to keep us
from seeing him.

- Move to strike.
- Sustained.

Okay. Did you ever find out

why the defendant did not want
you to see your father?

I assume it was about his will.

I don't know if she was trying
to get him to change it

or she was afraid we would.

Move to strike.
She says she doesn't know.

Or maybe she just hated us.

- Your honor?
- Sustained.

The jury will disregard.

Mrs. Briggs?

Oh, my God.

- Is there a problem?
- Could be, your honor.

It's a video message
from Walter Briggs.

Now, if anyone is still
reading Fred Worth's books

by the time you see this,

that could only be because
it's part of their punishment

at a state penitentiary.

He spends the first ten minutes
trashing his literary rivals.

Well, God forbid a feud
should end just because he died.

Where did this come from?

It's an Internet service

that sends messages
to your loved ones post mortem.

They recorded it
three years ago.

His obituary
triggered its release.

For an extra fee,
they set it to music.

Now I want to talk
to the people I love.

My beautiful wife, Charmaine,
who saved my life,

and my daughters, whom I love
despite the way they treated me.

The way they treated him?

He certainly had a different
view on it than we do.

He had dementia.
I mean, he was confused.

He doesn't look confused here.

Their mothers
turned them against Charmaine.

They were rude to her...
Rude to my wife in my own home.

I talked to his daughters.
They knew nothing about this.

Can the other side use
this in court?

They'll find a way.

_

Delilah, I love you,

but you wanted
to have it both ways.

For years,
you wouldn't speak to me

because of that incident
with your mother.

Now, that would be the occasion

where he threw your mother
through a closed window?

- Yes.
- Okay.

But when your career
in the theater went to nothing

and you wrote
that dreadful adaptation

of "The Fifth Assailant"
without my permission,

you began coming around,
pestering me for the rights.

It just became
too tedious to see you.

You testified yesterday
that Mrs. Briggs barred you

from seeing your father
because of his will,

or she hated you.

Is that still your contention?

Yes, I still believe it.

So you don't believe
your father?

I believe he was under
her influence... her spell.

I see.

Charmaine was sentimental.

She thought a father should see
his children whenever,

no matter what.

But I had to insist
it was best for us all.

When Walter
went into the hospital,

I knew he didn't have long.

I wanted him to die in peace
without being pestered,

and in a beautiful place.

There was a lake in Quebec
where we had happy times.

And what about medical care?

There couldn't have
been much at the lake.

He was dying.

He knew it,

and he had the courage
to face it.

He was the bravest man
I've ever known.

Did you tell him why you were
taking him out of the hospital?

I didn't have to.

He had made it very clear

that he didn't want
to die surrounded by tubes

and machines.

Now, we've heard testimony
that before the heart attack

you gave your husband
erectile dysfunction pills

without his knowledge.

He was very... proud.

He wanted to feel like a man,

and he didn't need to know
that a drug was helping him.

I wanted to have his child.

To get another share
of the estate?

No, because I loved my husband.

I've never met anyone in my life
like Walter Briggs,

and I wanted to have a piece
of him with me forever,

and I wanted the world
to have another piece of him.

Thank you, Mrs. Briggs.

I'm sorry for your loss,

and I am very sorry
that you have to be here today.

Your husband's doctor
testified that he might have

recovered,
but you knew he was dying.

Which medical school
did you attend?

Objection.

Mr. Barba?

I knew he didn't want
to be in that hospital.

But you didn't remove him
until after you had learned

that his daughters
had won visitation rights.

- Seeing them distressed him.
- Right.

And you knew he wanted
to die in peace?

Yes.

So you peacefully yanked him

out of his hospital bed
with a hep-lock in his arm.

He didn't want to be there.

You lied about where you
were taking him,

put him in an ambulance,

pulled him out of that ambulance
in midtown Manhattan,

shoved him in a taxi...

He didn't need an ambulance.

And then you took him
to Westchester

to wait in an airplane hangar
without oxygen, medication,

or professional supervision.

He was happy.

He wasn't suffering.
He was with me.

Not until the fatal
heart attack

that occurred shortly
thereafter.

Which could have happened
at any time.

And that gave you the right
to make it happen sooner?

- Your honor?
- Withdrawn.

No further questions.

The witness may step down.

Ms. Heller, your next witness.

The defense calls Judith Briggs.

Your honor.

She wasn't on the list.
She's been sitting here

listening to other witnesses.

She didn't hear anything
she didn't already know,

and she only just offered
to testify.

I will allow it.

I'll give you an hour
to prepare.

Judith, I can't believe you're
gonna testify for that bitch.

After I saw Dad's video,

I finally understood
what was going on.

I stopped seeing him

because you told me
Charmaine wouldn't let us visit,

but it was just you.

No, she forced him
to make that video.

She hates us both.

Delilah, please,
just one minute.

Judith, what do you intend
to say on the stand?

That my sister lied to me.

Charmaine hates us both!

She didn't want
either of us there.

I was just a scapegoat.

I've always been the scapegoat
in this family.

Delilah, stop.

This is all about your play,
isn't it?

That play was supposed
to be her big break.

She told me it fell through

because she
couldn't get funding.

I couldn't get funding 'cause
Dad wouldn't give me the rights.

He was so arrogant.
You know that.

It couldn't be good
unless he wrote it himself.

Besides, I was a girl.

How could a girl
be a good writer?

How could a girl
compare herself to him?

I called him
on his stupid prejudices.

That's what he couldn't take.

- Are we interrupting?
- Blessedly.

- We're in a conference.
- With my witness.

Let's cut to the chase.

The good little sister's gonna

take the stand
and demolish your case

by proving that my client
was right to keep Delilah away.

Scintillating family drama,

but that does not give
Mrs. Briggs license

to recklessly cause
her husband's death.

If I could have kept him alive,

I would have done anything,

but we both knew
it was only a matter of days.

His mind was gone.
He didn't know anything.

No, he had moments of clarity

and when they came, he was
adamant about what he wanted.

- He didn't want to be raped.
- Oh, God.

Delilah, for once
in your life, just stop.

One thing I know...

My father wouldn't
want any of this.

We don't either.
Counselor?

Your client pleads to
criminally negligent homicide,

does one year.

No, not good enough.

I might consider
reckless endangerment.

- First or second?
- First.

- It's still a felony.
- I could accept probation.

You know what, we'll take it
to court and get an acquittal.

You know what, we can.
We're due in court right now.

- Let's go.
- No... let's end this.

I'll take it on one condition...

That she is not allowed to ruin
Walter's work with her bad play.

He didn't want that,
so I don't want it.

Judith.

Delilah?
You know I love you.

But I have to respect
Dad's wishes.

Then the vote will be tied.
I'll take you to court.

No.
It won't be tied.

I may be cut out, but there's a
third vote that I will control.

Your new brother or sister.

A fertility clinic implanted
a surrogate with an embryo...

My egg and Walter's sperm.

They're all doing fine.

Okay, then.

We have a deal
and you have a child.

Mazel tov.

One year's probation?

She killed her husband.

Well, one might argue
that she kept him alive.

And I do believe
that she loved him.

So what, people can't
love somebody

and still hasten their demise?

Carisi, I know you admire the guy,
but there was no way

a jury was gonna
put Charmaine in jail.

And the daughters
are okay with this?

One of them is.

Judith?

Talk to her yourself.

That's a good idea.

- Families.
- How's your grandmother?

Still giving me grief about
moving her out of that walk-up

deathtrap she somehow confused
with Shangri-La.

- She didn't like the facility?
- No, she didn't.

But it can't be her choice
anymore.

So we're starting to pack up
her things, under protest.

That's hard.

- You are a good grandson.
- No, I'm not.

I'm over-compensating.

What are you gonna be doing
when you're 85?

Squabbling with you?

Wouldn't that be nice?

I thought you might like
to have this.

- "The Fifth Assailant"?
- First edition.

And autographed.

I know you admired my father.

I did.
Thank you.

So now you're left
to clean up your father's...

Affairs?

You can say it.
He was a charmer.

Charmaine asked me to go
through his papers.

His publisher is bringing out
his collected works

in a new edition.

He deserves that.

I wish you could have
known him...

When he was all there.

I do.

Mommy?

Raf.

I came over to help her go
through her things, you know,

just to help
her go through her stuff.

And I buzzed the buzzer and...
and there was no answer.

So, you know, I've got a key,

so I came in,
went up the stairs,

got into the apartment,
walked down the hallway,

and she was lying on her bed.

I love you, Mommy.
I'm so sorry.

I never should have
agreed to this.

She told us
she didn't want to move.

I should've moved in with her,
I should've...

I should've quit the job.

Mommy.
Mommy, no.

It was me, okay?

She said she wanted to die
in her own home.

And she did.

Hey, come.

Oh, God.

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