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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.

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ Dear Lawrence ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

What a treat.

Oh, and the cake too.

Speech!

- Yeah.
- Ah, if you insist.

Speech!

Age is just a number.

I'm feeling younger than ever.

And because of many of you

Avalon Stores is also young,

with a brilliant future ahead.

While I know the company will someday

be put into the capable hands

of my lovely daughter, Cynthia,

I'm not planning on dying anytime soon.

Maybe not ever. What?

Please, enjoy.

Cheers.

We gotta talk.

All right, so these, these girls,

Sue Ann okay with that?

Hey, hey.

It's your grandfather's birthday, Eric.

He deserves to have a little fun.

Sue Ann is very understanding.

So you want to introduce
me to... to one of them?

Let me do you a favor and not.

Find your own.

Build up your confidence.

Oh, and, uh,

go easy on the spirits.

Always stay sharper than your target.

- Okay?
- All right.

All right.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Um.

You're just... you're so pretty,
I just forgot my pick-up line.

Cute.

Uh, but I'm working right now.

Can I get you a drink?

Come on.

You really live here?

Yeah. Lawrence is my grandfather.

He's kind of mentoring me.

It's a nice place to be mentored.

Yeah, well, I could show you around.

It's sick.

What, are you worried about your boss?

No, he's probably on
the roof, smoking weed.

What the hell, have a drink.

- Okay.
- Hey...

No, no, no.

No, you don't... You don't want that.

I got the good stuff from downstairs.

It's 100% agave.

You can't buy it in the stores.

You're gonna love it.

Whoa!

All right, looks good.

Fin still at home, cramming
for the sergeant's exam?

- Yep.
- I should go over there later.

- Drill him.
- No, no.

He says he has a sleep-learning system.

He plays tapes with a
speaker under his pillow.

- He's kidding, right?
- I don't know.

Uh...

Hi.

I'm Lieutenant Benson. Can I help you?

Um, I'm not sure.

I...

I think I've been raped.

I'm so sorry.

Can you tell me what happened?

I... I can't.

I don't remember. Anything.

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I was bartending this birthday
party for this old guy.

He owns Avalon Stores.

- Lawrence Hendricks?
- Yeah.

I started working as a cater
waiter to pay for school.

His apartment was huge,
and the view was...

That's all I can remember.

So you don't remember having sex?

No.

But when I woke up this morning

on a couch in the
middle of a living room,

I could tell.

My pants were down,

and I was sore.

And I just ran out of there.

So, Sarah, your rape
kit did turn up semen

and a little bit of bruising.

God. I knew it.

I... I must have been
drugged or something.

Well, they're doing your blood work

and urine test now, so.

Did you have anything to drink, Sarah?

Not that it matters.

I don't know.

But I'm not supposed to drink at work.

And even if I did,
it wouldn't make me like that.

Okay, do you remember
talking to anyone?

Maybe earlier in the evening?

Not really.

You know, just a bunch of
old guys ordering drinks.

There was one young guy.

And he talked to me.

- Okay, you remember his name?
- Mm-mm.

Or what he looked like, or?

You said he was young. How young was he?

Around my age, maybe.

He smiled a lot.

That's all I can remember.

I... please... God...

We're looking for a young
guy, it's not Lawrence Hendricks.

He's 75 years old.

Yeah, but don't you
get to subtract ten years

for every billion dollars you have?

Well, he's down a billion
or two from his peak.

Avalon stock is sinking.

You know, Wall Street says that

Hendricks has been staying
on way past his prime.

But he still has the energy

for "bunga bunga" parties
with Italian models.

That's the guy, right?

Yeah, wife number four disapproved.

They got divorced.
It was a nasty lawsuit over the prenup.

He's got hot-and-cold
running girlfriends now.

His current live-in is a Sue Ann Daly.

She's a freelance
communications consultant.

Okay, so we have a probable rape

at the home of a geriatric
playboy billionaire

and all our victim remembers

is a young guy who smiled a lot.

Where do you want us to start?

Start at Hendricks' office.

And get a list of every guy under 30

who was at the party.

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The office didn't handle
the party invitations.

It was Mr. Hendricks' household.

Were you there?

No.

I had a head cold.

Justine.

These are detectives, Mr. Hendricks.

They're asking about your party.

Sure.

You should come, sweetheart.

I'm sure you'd have a good time.

Oh, we were under the impression

that the party was last night.

Well, of course it was.

Well, we'd like to talk to some people

that were at the party last night.

Well, I was there.

Hi. I'm Cynthia Hendricks.

Uh, yeah, actually, do
you recognize this woman?

She was bartending
last night at the party.

Pleasant-looking woman.

May have ordered a
drink from her. Why?

Well, she may have been assaulted.

- At my father's party?
- In front of 100 people?

We're still investigating.

Uh, were there any young,
male guests at the party?

It was mostly friends,
company executives.

Older crowd.

And there was Eric.

Uh, but I'm sure he
didn't assault anyone.

He lives with me.

He's a fine boy, real up-and-comer.

Eric?

My grandson, Cynthia's nephew.

In fact, he works
around here as a trainee.

- Here? Now?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we'd like to speak with him.

Yeah, that's... that's Sarah.

We... we hung out for a while.

What... is something wrong?

She says she was assaulted.

Assaulted?

- Mm.
- Hmm.

Eric, you don't have
to talk to these people.

No, it... it's all right, Aunt Cynthia.

This is crazy. What happened?

What did you and Sarah
do when you hung out, Eric?

I mean, we...

We went up to my room, and... and...

We did... we did have sex but
it was totally consensual.

I think this is a case
where a girl's confused.

Or perhaps she sees a rich target here.

Anything's possible.
We're not jumping to conclusions.

Uh, not yet.

But something, uh,
something did come up.

We'd actually like to talk
to you down at the station.

Maybe you can help us clear it up.

No, Eric, you do not have to go.

No, it's... it's all right.

I didn't do anything wrong, I swear.

Sarah was on Quaaludes?

Isn't that some drug
from before I was born?

No, they're still around,

and we found them in her system.

Do you have any idea how they got there?

No.

Was she high when she was with you?

She seemed fine.

I only saw her take
like two tequila shots.

Did she pour those drinks herself?

I had the flask,
but I drank from it too.

Okay.

So what happened after that?

We just started talking,
and then she asked to see my bedroom.

And you took that to mean
that she wanted to have sex?

No, not at first.

We started making out and
she was really into it.

Did she say "yes"?

Yeah, she did.

She said the word?

Seriously?

Well, I guess my grandfather's right.

You actually do need a signed
contract to kiss a girl.

This is Larry Hendricks,

Eric's father.

Come on, Eric. We're leaving.

He came here voluntarily.

And now he's leaving voluntarily.

And you're coming home to me.

You're not going back
to your grandfather's.

If you and your wife
want to sit in, that's fine.

My ex-wife is in Italy.

And I'm sure neither
of us wants to be here.

Come on. Let's go.

I take it his grandfather's house

is more fun than his dad's.

Did you get anything?

Consensual sex. Denied the drugs.

Well, we'll see.

Barba's getting us a search warrant.

I don't understand.

Should I call Lawrence or a lawyer?

That's up to you, Mrs. Daly.

Which one is Eric's room?

There.

It used to be my yoga room.

Now it's just a pigsty.

Can someone tell me what's going on?

We are investigating a complaint

made by this woman.

You recognize her?

I... I don't know.

She was tending bar here last night.

There was a lot of people.

All right, but do you
remember seeing her with Eric?

I'm not his babysitter, okay?

I was tired. I went to bed early.

Hey, I got some condoms.

I got some... weed.

No flask though.

You know, I am gonna call Lawrence.

Let's keep looking.

Hey.

Quaaludes?

Beats me. Before my time.

Let's send them to the lab.

You found Quaaludes in my blood?

I-I don't even know what that is.

Okay, why don't you
come in and have a seat?

Uh, the technical
term is "Methaqualone."

It, uh, induces a
euphoric, hypnotic state.

It can cause memory loss.

Okay, well, who gave them to me?

Well, we're not sure
yet, but we do know that

they were found in Lawrence
Hendricks' apartment.

So, Sarah, I'm gonna
show you some photos.

And I'd like you to tell me if any of
these young men look familiar to you.

Yeah, he does.

I remember seeing him at the party.

Okay.

So this is Eric Hendricks.

That's Lawrence Hendricks' grandson.

Now, when we spoke earlier,

you told me that you remember

spending time with a
young man who smiled.

Right? So is it possible

that that young man is Eric Hendricks?

Yeah.

Yeah, I definitely talked to him.

Okay. Well, we spoke to him as well.

And he said

that you two had consensual sex.

He did?

- Mm.
- Hmm.

Well, I don't remember that.

Or anything else, for that matter.

Okay, is that it?

No, no, Sarah, there's one more thing.

Uh...

Sarah, the lab results came back.

And it showed

two separate semen samples.

Two samples?

Are you saying that

two men raped me?

This just keeps getting worse.

I'm so sorry, Sarah.

Sorry?

Really?

No, why don't you find the man...

The men...

Who did this to me?

We will.

Did I see Sarah with...
With, like, anybody else?

What do you mean?

It means they have a new suspect.

Have you, uh, moved on from your
baseless charge against my client?

No, we found Quaaludes in his room.

In my room? That's impossible.

And Sarah Morrissey was
drugged with Quaaludes.

So we can arrest your client right now.

But you're not.
You're asking about another man.

I'm asking your client to cooperate.

If you had consensual
sex with this woman,

you have nothing to worry about.

Eric, when you were with Sarah,
was there anybody else there?

What do you mean, like a gang bang?

No.

Fine.

What was Sarah doing before
she went off with you?

She just... working, tending bar.

And after?

I don't know, I just fell asleep.

You didn't walk her out?
Ask for her number?

I had more tequila than she did.

And when I woke up, she was gone.

No, she was here,
reporting she'd been raped.

- Not by me.
- Then by who?

You didn't see her with anybody else...

- The entire night of the party?
- No.

No.

Look, I-I don't know. I don't remember.

Now this kid's got amnesia.

Or he knows more than he's saying.

Ah, here we go.

Final report on the DNA.

One sample matches Eric.

No surprise.

The other sample is a...

familial match to the first sample.

Another Hendricks?

Which of Eric's male
relatives were at the party?

Two that we know of.

Grandfather Lawrence,
the king of Avalon.

He's pushing 80.

Yeah, but has a reputation
for being a serial philanderer.

And Eric's father, Larry Junior, who...

Who shut down the first
interrogation of his son.

To cover his own ass?

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I thought you worked at Avalon.

You're on the board.

Well, I run the family's
charitable foundation.

I like to be away
from the business side.

Your son feels a little
differently though, huh?

I mean, he works with your
father; he lives with him.

That's under discussion.

Eric should be back in college.

My father doesn't see the point.

Oh, he's not the best
influence on a teenage boy.

Sounds like you're not
a big fan of the old man.

You should be a
detective when you grow up.

Oh, I'll start practicing right now.

What time did you leave
your father's party?

I saw the cake, I had my picture taken,

and I left.

I was home by 9:30. Why?

Detective stuff.

I actually have a warrant
for a sample of your DNA.

- From me?
- Mm-hmm.

Does this mean you've cleared my son?

We're still investigating.

You ready?

Open up.

Here.

This is harassment.

Ambushing my father in
front of his associates?

I'm sorr... we can step outside.

There's no need for that.

Okay, fine. Open up.

Oh, save your Q-tip.

I had sex with that girl.

You did?

You didn't mention that before.

Why should I have?

My sex life is no one else's business.

Anyway, that girl came on to me.

Dad, that's enough.

Yes.

A woman likes a man who has success,

confidence, power.

Quaaludes.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

The... the girl at the party,

did she come on to you before or after,

uh, she had sex with your grandson?

I don't see what the
point of all this is.

Dad, stop talking.

You can take his sample,

but he doesn't have to
answer your questions.

Okay, so, Sarah,

um, you told me that you do remember

talking to Eric, right?

So sometimes memory, you know,

comes back in pieces.

So what I'd like to do is just

show you some photos and see if that

jogs your memory and
anything comes back, okay?

I-I mean, I remember that he was nice.

He had a terrible pick-up line, but...

Oh, I remember this.

He was showing me a bracelet

he got on a trip to
Africa, elephant hair,

trying to impress me.

I already liked him, and I...

And you what?

Well, later,

he wanted to show me

pictures he had taken
while he was there.

And I went to his room.

Now I remember.

We did have sex.

And I...

I wanted to.

Okay, are you sure?

Yeah.

Sorry.

How much trouble did I get him in?

None, none.

If that's really
the way you remember it.

I do.

You know, but the other man,

I-I still don't remember that.

And there is no way
that that was consensual.

Do you know who he is?

We think that we do.

No.

That has to be a mistake.

There is no...

There's no way that I
would have slept with him.

- I...
- Okay.

So he says that...
That you did have sex,

and... and the DNA does match.

That is disgusting!

There... I... I never would have...

There's no way I would
have slept with him.

Do... do you remember
having a drink with him?

Do you remember talking to him?

No.

He has to be the one who drugged me.

But... but you said you found
the drugs in Eric's room.

It may have been planted.

By his own grandfather?

We don't know.

There is a way that you can help us.

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You were supposed to come alone.

Anything you can say
to him, you can say to me.

Forget it. This is a waste of time.

No, it's not.

Look, trust me.

We want to help you.

What do you want?

A job? Money?

Look, uh, there's no reason
to have hard feelings.

No hard feelings?

I don't want money.

Then why are we here?

I want an apology.

Look, I'm sorry you're unhappy
about our romantic encounter,

but these morning-after
regrets are so tacky.

There was nothing "romantic."

You drugged me.

You needed to relax.

You should be thanking me.

Dad.

For raping me?

You enjoyed it.

What is wrong with you?

I was unconscious!

For God's sakes, Monica,
it's not that big a deal.

"Monica"? I...

Dad, we're leaving.

Lawrence Hendricks,
you're under arrest.

For what?

This is entrapment.

Step aside, ma'am.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

Hey, buddy, I'm drowning in women here.

Help me set them straight.

I'll get right on that.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed to you.

Oh, don't worry, dear, I can afford it.

Cynthia, call Timmons!

This is preposterous.

You had nothing on Eric,
so you arrest his grandfather?

We have Lawrence
Hendricks telling his victim

that he drugged her
before having sex with her.

On tape.

My understanding is
that's not what he said.

Anybody that speaks
English would disagree.

His daughter speaks English,
and she didn't hear him say

he drugged that girl
without her knowledge.

I offered, she accepted.

These pills are very popular.

- They're everywhere.
- No, they're not.

Does this girl have any
history of taking drugs?

I mean, she, uh, we'll find out.

While you're at it,
why don't you find out

if she has a history of jumping
in the sack with 80-year-olds.

I'm 75.

We know that she has no aversion

to jumping into bed
with perfect strangers.

I mean, how long had
she known Eric Hendricks

before she went up to his room?

We'll be posting bail by happy hour.

That's his defense?
She wanted to be drugged?

More like she's a drug-using party girl

who likes old men.

Look, he's a billionaire
with unlimited resources.

He's gonna go after her, hard.

I know. But we have a strong case.

Hendricks practically admitted to

drugging and raping her on tape.

Not to mention we found
Quaaludes in his apartment.

I just hope that that's enough.

No jury is gonna look at
Sarah and then at Hendricks

and believe that this was consensual.

It's a slam dunk. Just...

What?

Hendricks' daughter just filed a motion

to have her father declared
mentally incompetent.

What?

He doesn't have dementia.

He may be revolting, but
he's as smart as hell.

That's exactly why he's
pretending to be incompetent.

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Mr. Barba, are you lost?

This is the civil branch.

Uh, yes, yes, of course,
I am aware, Your Honor,

I'm sorry, but this petition
has been brought in bad faith

to undermine a criminal proceeding.

Your Honor, Mr. Barba
has no standing here.

He's right about the bad faith.

She's trying to steal
my company from me.

Mr. Hendricks, you'll have your turn.

Your Honor, with all due respect,

this proceeding should be postponed

until after his criminal trial.

There shouldn't even be a criminal trial
for a man in his condition.

You see, this is... this is exactly

what this is really about.

It's about stealing my company!

Mr. Hendricks, be quiet.

Mr. Barba, you too.

Sit, watch, listen,

or go.

Mr. Hendricks is the CEO
and majority owner

of a public corporation,
but he is no longer capable

of running the day-to-day operations

due to mental incapacity.

Ms. Hendricks is his designated
successor and daughter.

There's no question that she has

his and the company's
best interest at heart.

You are aware that you don't get to

declare a person
incapacitated just because

you don't like the way
he's running his business?

He's not running it.

He ignores all attempts to
focus on company matters.

His behavior is erratic
and even dangerous,

as evidenced by his arrest for rape.

- Ugh.
- Right.

Mr. Timmons?

Mr. Hendricks' only goal

is to do what's best
for his shareholders.

That's all you have to say?

Do something!

Uh, Your Honor, we request

a full hearing on this
matter as soon as possible

as urgent company business is pending.

Very well. We will proceed.

This may be a good thing.

Don't fight me on this, Dad.

It's for the best.

Judge Flowers,
this is a civil court order

appointing Cynthia Hendricks
guardian of her father,

owing to clear and convincing evidence

of his mental incapacity.

So?

Is that all you
have to say, Mr. Barba?

That was civil court; this is criminal.

Different standard, different issue.

It's no more relevant to the rape charge

than if Mr. Hendricks
was crowned Miss America.

Colorful. Mr. Timmons?

Uh, we will be changing
our plea from "not guilty"

to "not guilty by reason of
mental disease or defect."

So it might be relevant after all.

That's a civil court ruling.

That's lower burden of proof.

I don't understand how
Hendricks can use that

as part of his defense.

I made the same argument.
Flowers disagreed.

Said it was up to the jury to
determine its probative value.

Okay.

- So what does that mean for us?
- Nothing.

We prove our case based on the evidence,
just like before.

And as for Hendricks' new defense,

we chip away at it.

Make the jury see it
for what it is: a sham.

And a family conspiracy.

Now the daughter gets
what she wants now,

which is control of the company now

as opposed to ten years from now.

And the father gets what he wants,

a free pass on a rape charge.

It's not gonna happen.

You seem pretty confident.

More like angry.

Even better.

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Look, I'm sorry you're unhappy

about our romantic encounter,

but these morning-after
regrets are so tacky.

There was nothing "romantic."
You drugged me.

Oh, you needed to relax.
You should be thanking me.

- Dad.
- For raping me?

- You enjoyed it.
- What is wrong with you?

I was unconscious!

Does any of this jog your memory about

what happened between
you and the defendant

on the night in question?

No, it's all still blank.

Uh, I get flashes sometimes, but no.

Well, that's understandable.

You had Quaaludes in your system.

What about that
conversation in the park?

Did Mr. Hendricks seem aware

- of what he had done to you?
- Yes.

I was almost wishing
that he would deny it...

So maybe it didn't really happen,

but he admitted it.

He tried to buy me off.

And he kept trying to excuse it,

like it was no big deal.

Was he...

Was he rational? Was he coherent?

Yes.

Awful, but rational.

All right, thank you, Sarah.

Ms. Morrissey,

you said that Mr. Hendricks
seemed to think

that what happened
between the two of you

was... was no big deal?

In other words, that it was normal?

Yes.

It was sick.

Sick.

"Sick."

It's a good choice of words.

Nothing further.

Considering he wiped her
memory, she did pretty good.

We've explained about the Quaaludes,

but it's always better if the jury

hears what happened from the victim.

That's Hendricks' trick.

The drug ensured that...
That she wouldn't remember.

His attitude on that tape,

it's a good bet he's
done this more than once.

No one's come forward,
and we've looked.

Hendricks' girlfriend.

She might know his tricks.

And testify against

the billionaire she's sponging off of?

Maybe if we give her a reason to.

You're facing a charge
of tampering with evidence.

For what?

Planting your boyfriend's Quaaludes

in his grandson's room

to throw us off your boyfriend's trail.

Look, an FBI forensic
report just came back.

And your fingerprints
are all over the bag.

So either tell the
truth or go to prison.

9:00 a.m. tomorrow,

show up ready to testify

or you'll be arrested.

This is outrageous.

She did plant those Quaaludes, right?

She shows up at 9:00 a.m., she did.

If not...

Did you ever get a report
back on the fingerprints?

It's inconclusive.

You're very good.

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After I heard what the girl said,

I took the pills from Lawrence's bedroom

and I put them in Eric's.

I know it was wrong.

I just... panicked.

How did you know the pills would be

in your boyfriend's bedroom?

Ms. Daly?

He likes to use them when he has sex.

When we do it,

he puts a Quaalude in my drink

and gives it to me.

With your consent?

No.

I mean, he tries to
hide what he's doing, but

I know, I... I see.

No more questions.

Thank you.

Ms. Daly,

what else do you and Mr. Hendricks

like to do in your private time?

We talk,

watch movies, listen to music.

Mm, what... what does Mr. Hendricks

like to talk about?

Old friends.

People he used to hang out
with in the New York clubs

or the Playboy Mansion.

Mm, and... and the movies and the music,

what does he like?

"The Godfather."

"Jaws." "Smokey and the Bandit."

Mr. Hendricks,

can you tell us what year it is?

You know what?

I'd rather not say.

And why is that, sir?

Well, I keep seeing
dates past the year 2000

on, uh, newspapers, magazines, and such.

I'm... trying to
understand what's going on.

So, Mr. Hendricks, uh,

we've heard testimony here, sir, that

you've given women Quaaludes

as a prelude to sex.

Yes.

Yes what?

Yes... those pills are
just thigh openers.

Everybody uses them. No big deal.

Even if the women don't know?

How could they not know?

If they're coming to party,
they know what to expect.

And there's a young woman who's, uh,

accusing you of rape.

I don't... I don't know
what's going on with her.

And she says you drugged
her without her knowledge.

After she had sex with Eric,

she was already partying.

They came out of his bedroom.

I had a drink with them.

Eric went to sleep,
and then it was my turn.

And you see nothing wrong with that?

Why should I?

Thank you.

Do you ever use a desktop computer?

Of course. Marvelous things.

You're aware that they
did not exist in 1975?

What do you mean?

How do you think we made it
to the moon a few years ago?

Here's a photo of Avalon headquarters

in 1975.

Not a computer in sight.

Oh, the desktop models came in

just after that photo was taken.

We're a very successful company.

We can afford the newest technology.

And you can certainly afford to expand.

Let's see, in 1975,

Avalon had 22 stores.

And now you have 900.

Uh, are you telling me you're
not aware of the difference?

Mr. Barba, if you understood business,

you'd know how rapidly a
successful company can grow.

From 22 to 900 like...?

Well, the planning has
been going on for years.

You... you really don't
understand this, do you?

Do you know what this is?

A telephone.

Really? This looks like

a 1970s telephone to you?

My God.

I remember when phones
were attached to the wall.

They had this little, round dial,

you'd put your finger in and turn it.

Back in the '70s.

Uh, actually, 1950s,

but I may be a little older than you.

You're certainly more experienced, sir.

So, um, the night of, this, uh, party,

where you gave Sarah
Morrissey Quaaludes,

what were you celebrating?

My birthday.

Your 75th.

That was a gag.

How old are you?

As young as I feel.

And... I feel pretty good.

One last question.

Are you aware that
drugging and raping women

was illegal in 1975?

Ob... objection.

Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Unfortunately, your
grandfather's insanity defense

seems to be working.

He's a terrific actor.

You didn't tell us that you and Sarah

had a late-night drink
with your grandfather.

If that's true,
it's important information.

It could help prove that your
grandfather drugged Sarah.

Eric, why are you protecting him?

- Because he's a good person.
- No.

He isn't.

He's a selfish, disgusting...

You're just mad 'cause he fired you.

And 'cause my loser
mother had a crush on him.

What'd you just say?

I'm just telling you
what Grandpa told me,

that my mom was a party girl

who liked to have fun.

Hey, hey, hey.

Shut your mouth!

You hear me?

Don't you ever talk that
way about your mother.

Ever!

Fine.

But I'm not testifying against Grandpa.

You need help putting my father away?

Put me on the stand.

Mr. Hendricks, how often
do you see your father?

Once a month at Avalon board meetings.

And at these board
meetings, does he usually

seem to know what century he's in?

He's never given any
indication that he doesn't.

Can you think of any reason
he'd be faking a mental illness?

Objection. The witness is not an expert.

He's an expert on his father.

Overruled. The witness may answer.

Yes, he doesn't want to go to jail.

Indeed.

You are aware, aren't you,

that your father was recently declared

incapable in a civil proceeding?

Brought by my sister so that

she could take over the company.

Right, right.

She's next in line to run it, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

Yeah, and weren't you the heir apparent

at one point?

Objection. Relevance.

Goes to the credibility of the witness.

I'll allow it.

Mr. Hendricks, isn't it true that your
father booted you out of the company

a few years ago
and installed your sister in your place?

And... and you dislike
him for that, don't you?

He didn't boot me out. I walked away.

Really?

Really? Well...

Does this, uh,

newspaper article from 1996,

does this refresh your memory?

Could... could you, uh...
Could you read it, please?

"Lawrence Hendricks
Junior, pictured here with

"his wife, Monica, and his father,

"Lawrence Hendricks Senior,

"toasting the younger
Hendricks' appointment

as Chief Operating
Officer of Avalon Stores."

You were pretty happy
there, weren't you?

I guess.

Yeah, and then, two months later,

you're out, exiled to
the company's foundation.

Do you still insist

that you hold no ill
will towards your father?

It's not a secret that
I don't like him very much.

Right, so you wouldn't mind

seeing him go to jail?

Objection. Argumentative.

Withdrawn. It's very clear
why this witness is here.

Mr. Hendricks,

why are you here?

To tell the truth.

Thank you.

Mr. Hendricks,

you did tell the truth in there.

Of course I did.

But I'm guessing not the whole truth.

What are you talking about?

Well, you tell me.

Your ex-wife's name is Monica, right?

Yes. So?

So you didn't hear the
tape, but when your father

was in the park with Sarah,

at one point he slipped up and he...

He called her Monica.

- He did?
- Yeah.

Why would he call Sarah,
a woman that he just raped,

by your ex-wife's name?

A mistake.

May I ask why you and
your wife got divorced?

Is it...

Is it something that your father did?

It's none of your business.

No, but it's Sarah Morrissey's business.

Your father raped her
and God knows how many

other women he assaulted,

so I think it's all of their business.

Look, I don't know if you're embarrassed

or you're guilty or you're trying

to protect your family name,

but I'm pretty sure

that Eric is trying to
protect his grandfather.

It's time that you told your son

what kind of man your father really is.

And maybe that will convince
him to tell the truth.

He just made a mistake, okay?

I... I didn't see him after
Sarah and I had sex, just...

Eric,

you lied to the police.

I can charge you with obstruction.

Eric, if you know anything...

Oh, you want to put
your own father in jail?

You know, I wouldn't do that to you.

Maybe I deserve protection. He doesn't.

Why, because he enjoys life
a little more than you do?

Or are you still mad
that he gave the company

to Aunt Cynthia and not you?

I don't give a damn
about the company...

- Come on, Dad.
- Because he's there.

'Cause I have to see him every day.

What... what did he ever do to you?

He... he didn't do it to
me. He did it to your mother.

To Mom? You've been divorced forever.

You never even see her, and
he... he did something to Mom?

Eric,

when your grandfather sees
somebody younger than he is,

getting somebody prettier than he gets,

he... he can't stand it.

What... what is...

What... what is she talking about?

Your mother was just pregnant with you.

She was beautiful.

Radiant.

Your grandfather had a party

at the penthouse,

and I got called away.

Emergency at the office.

Your grandfather gave
your mother a drink.

- No.
- A special drink.

No.

Your mother and I never got over it.

- That's why we were divorced.
- No.

Eric,

that's who your grandfather is.

_

So after Sarah and I left the bedroom,

uh, I wanted to walk her out.

My grandfather was waiting by the bar.

And he had already made a few drinks.

And he proposed a nightcap.

And I reached for one of the drinks,

and he said, "No, not that one."

And, uh, he gave that one to Sarah.

Has your grandfather ever given you

any indication that he understands

that he's living in the year 2016?

Yes.

He... he always says
how he likes having me

around the office because I
understand the new generation,

the post-millennials.

In fact, last month he asked me to

come up with a retail promotion

surrounding Pokémon GO.

And on the night that he
gave Sarah Morrissey that drink,

did he say anything else then?

Yeah, he winked at me,

and he said, "God, I miss the old days."

Sarah, I am so sorry.
I should have known.

Oh, you're soft just like your father!

Mr. Hendricks, that's enough.

I was trying to show
you how to be a man!

Sir, sit down.

That's enough.

You don't apologize. Take what's yours.

- You don't have what it takes.
- Sit down.

No more questions, Your Honor.

Hey.

Lawrence Hendricks, CEO and
founder of Avalon Stores,

was found guilty of rape earlier today.

Within hours of the guilty verdict,

the private equity firm...

I guess that's the end
of young Eric's career

at Avalon Stores.

Cynthia's too.

SVU, Carisi.

Do you think that Eric's generation

is any better than his
grandfather's or just different?

Hey, we got another rape in a bathroom,

Murray Hill bar.

I don't think it's
any better or different.

I think it's just... younger.

Lieutenant Benson, SVU.

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