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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.

NYPD, stop!

Stop!

Foot pursuit, west 136
and 12th headed south.

Lieutenant, you okay?

Go, go, go.

Don't make me shoot you.

Fine, I raped that bitch!

Get on the ground right now!

You okay?

I'm fine.

What are you doing, handsome?

You got any more of that Prosecco?

Yeah, whatever you want.

You need protein.

I'll make an omelet. You got eggs?

No eggs. Just Prosecco.

Did someone say eggs?

No eggs.

Oh, thank God.

I'm a vegan.

All right. Sorry, Amanda.

It's all right. You're on call.

As of now, I'm off duty.

Now, you wanted to tell me something?

Wait, no, wait, first,
let me put this out there:

I know that I hurt you,

and that business with the escorts...

- Hookers.
- Right.

On that, I can assure
you that I've changed.

Losing you was a wake-up call.

If you give me a second chance,

there's nothing I won't do to
show you that I deserve that,

that you deserve that.

Mm.

I'll be right back.

Come on, Sam, do it.

- Come on.
- I can't, I can't.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

Yes, you can. Come on.

- It's right there.
- I'm trying, okay?

Do it. Shoot.

Just shoot.

You know, you suck. I'll do it myself.

No, I got it. I got it.

Oh, God.

- Come on, hey.
- No, I can...

Finish it, come on.

Do it, pussy.

Do it. Pull the trigger.

I can't.

He can't do it. He choked.

Oh, God, I'm sorry, Dad.

Not me you should be apologizing to.

This animal is suffering.

You're out of your misery now.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm really sorry.

It's gonna be okay, son.

You just have to learn, and you will.

Sam Conway, 15.

His gym coach saw blood on
the backside of his shorts.

What did Sam say?

He claims he fell, but the blood?

Seemed like a mandatory
reporting situation.

Hope I'm wrong.

No, no, you did the
right thing calling us.

Where is Sam now?

Waiting for his mother
in the nurse's office.

He's with his brother, Brian.

My brother wants to go home.

We need to wait for your mom.

You're Brian, right?

Okay, I'm Detective Rollins.

This is Detective Carisi.

Cops? He didn't do anything wrong.

No one's saying he did.

Your brother's not in any trouble, okay?

Just why don't you
tell me what you know.

Hey, Sam.

Could you give us a second, please?

Hey. I'm Sonny.

- Hi, um... I just, um, want to go home.
- You will, you will.

It's just, uh, there's a lot of people

who're worried about you.

Yeah.

I mean, I fell, okay?

I ju... I'm fine.

This is embarrassing for Sam, for you.

I don't care. I'll kick
anybody's ass who looks sideways.

Brian, what's going on?

Mom, Sam got hurt, but he's fine.

Okay, we're not sure
what we're looking at.

Sam?

Hey, Mom. Mom, I'm okay.

I'm okay.

We need to take him to the hospital.

Of course.

I'll call my husband and
have him meet us there.

Okay.

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So we're looking at a sexual assault.

Yeah, the exam indicated
anal penetration,

most likely not by an object.

He was raped.

No semen but bleeding,
tearing, bruising,

occurring within the last 48 hours

consistent with assault or rough sex.

Well, he's 15, so it's not consensual.

Yeah, well, he's... uh,
he's 15 and he's not talking,

so Carisi's in there
giving it another try.

Family any help?

They want to believe he fell.

Okay, so, uh, go back to the school,

see if it was another
student, a teacher, a coach.

On it, Liv.

Mr. and Mrs. Conway,
I'm Lieutenant Benson.

How's my son? I want to see him.

He's speaking with one of
my detectives right now.

I gave them permission, honey.

Of course. What can we do, Lieutenant?

You know, if you could walk
me through his past few days,

where he went, who he's been with.

Just us. Just his family.

Didn't go anywhere weird.

Didn't talk to any strangers.

No, no, and no.

Okay, Sam, well, I
talked to your doctor,

and he told me that those injuries

did not come from a fall.

Now, listen, whatever you tell me,

there's no reason to be embarrassed.

I don't have anything to say.

Just give me a name, Sam.

- Who was he?
- I'm fine with this, okay?

I needed this to happen.

You needed what to happen?

It's my business.

Okay, okay, listen, you're right.

It's your body, it's your business,

but if you ever change your mind

and you decide that you're not fine,

I want you to give me a call

anytime, okay?

Dad.

I'm here. It's all right.

Thanks for taking care of my boy.

Hey, Sam, take care of yourself.

We talked to Sam's friends,

teachers, teammates, and coaches.

Yeah, he's well-liked.
He gets good grades.

He's on the travel baseball team.

He volunteers at an animal shelter.

No history of being bullied,

and his teachers, there's
no red flags there.

Okay, what about the family?

John owns a beverage
distribution company.

Molly is a stay-at-home mom.

They've been married 20 years.

No history of DV.

Neighbors got nothing but
good things to say about them.

- And the brother, Brian.
- He's been in detention a few times, fights mostly.

But everybody we talk to
say he and Sam are close.

Father said that they
were together all weekend.

Is there any chance

that Sam ventured off
by himself at any point?

I don't know. He was with Brian and John

in Steuben County on a hunting trip.

Everything's by the books:
Licenses, registered rifles.

So what the hell are we looking at?

Something that Sam said
to me in the hospital,

that whatever this was, he said
that he needed it to happen.

So maybe he was experimenting sexually.

It's possible that he had an
encounter with a predator upstate.

I mean, it's not uncommon for
a teenage boy to wander off.

And I kept my eye on the ball and swung.

It was almost a home run.

Well, almost a home run
is pretty spectacular.

Yeah, I wish you were there.

Oh, honey, I wish I was there too.

- But next time.
- Promise?

I promise.

Now, go to sleep. I love you, okay?

Love you too.

Bye, Mom.

Good night.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Carisi said that Sam has a girlfriend.

She's on her way to the station now.

A girlfriend that we didn't know about.

I don't know.

Oh, Tyree's wife made
her banana bread again.

Hey, Rollins, is there,
uh, is there something...

There's the girlfriend now.

I'm not really his
girlfriend girlfriend.

So you're a girl and you're a friend.

You're just not sexually involved.

Oh, God, no.

I mean, we tried once,
but he just... he couldn't.

Is he okay?

You haven't talked to
Sam today, have you?

- No, I'm pissed off at him.
- Why?

We were supposed to study last night,

but he called me. He sounded drunk.

I think he was at some bar.

What did he say?

He was laughing or
crying, I couldn't tell.

He said, "I became a man tonight."

Whatever that means.

I don't recognize him.

Yeah, we know he was
here on Sunday night.

We traced a call from his cell.

You didn't check his ID.

All right, we don't care.

But this kid might have been assaulted.

- Wow, uh...
- Was he with anybody?

I think he was with his father.

His father?

Yeah, an older guy. 50s?

He had his arm around
this kid's shoulder.

Is that him?

No, this guy had glasses, white hair.

Did you get a name?

Did he pay with a credit card?

No, cash.

But I'm pretty sure
they left in an Uber.

Gus Haverford, he's 55,

he's a senior VP at Morgan Stanley.

His office says he does
noon hot yoga every day.

Nice life, long lunches, working out.

He probably gets a massage after.

Massages, I don't know.

Seems like a waste of time to me.

You obviously never had a good one.

You never had one at all.

- Here's our guy.
- Gus Haverford, NYPD.

We need to talk to you about Sam Conway.

I swear to God, I didn't
know he was 15 years old.

Nothing happened.

He'd been drinking, I thought

- he could use some comfort.
- Yeah, you thought you had a live one!

I like younger guys.

- When I realized how young, I backed off.
- You backed off?

I called an Uber. I
was trying to help him.

Kid was messed up.

I had the Uber take him home.

Ask the driver.

Yeah, well, the driver says

that you had your hands all over him.

I was trying to comfort the kid.

He was crying.

Well, what was he crying about?

How he didn't want to go home.

I thought he was afraid he'd get
busted by his parents for being drunk.

But?

He... seemed more
worried about his brother.

He was hysterical, rambling.

Something about a rabbit.

A rabbit?

Something did happen
on that hunting trip.

White people and rifles. Don't ask me.

He didn't want to shoot it.

The rabbit?

What else did he say about his brother?

That was it.

And if you have any more questions,

I'm calling my lawyer.

Is the brother involved?

It's not unheard of.

Talk to him

away from his parents.

Hey, Brian, can I talk
to you for a minute?

I have baseball practice
at Riverside Park.

The bus is leaving.

This won't take long.

I already told you guys everything.

I answered all your questions.

Can't you just leave my family alone?

No, we can't do that.

Why don't you just tell me what
happened on your hunting trip?

Nothing.

Yeah? That's not what I heard.

Sam seemed to be upset, okay,

to the point where he went
to a bar and got drunk.

You can't tell our parents about that.

I don't want him to get in trouble.

So you know he left
the apartment Sunday?

I... I was worried sick.

He came home, threw up
all over the bathroom.

I cleaned it up and put him to bed.

What happened to him, Brian?

Nothing, that's it.

Look, look, look,
Brian, Brian, man-to-man.

Come on, man. His
injuries, the bleeding.

That didn't happen from a fall

and that wasn't sex gone wrong.

Your brother was raped.

Do you know what that means?

My brother's not gay.

Are you?

What are you saying, that I...

that I raped my own little brother?

Did you?

You-you people are sick.

I did not... no.

What about the rabbit?

How'd you know about that?

Your brother didn't want to shoot.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Look, I can't miss practice.

I got to go, okay?

Fin talked to Brian.

- Now, he didn't admit anything.
- But he knows what happened.

Fin says yes.

So we call Child Protective Services,

open up an investigation.

Without Sam's cooperation, that's...

that's gonna be a very
difficult case, guys.

- I'm sorry.
- I'll make some calls.

There's got to be something.

Amanda, look,

whatever is... is going on with you,

you're either gonna tell me
or you're not gonna tell me,

and I don't want to invade your privacy

or ask you questions that,
you know, as your boss,

I shouldn't even be asking you, so...

I'm pregnant.

Wow.

Oh, congratulations.

- Or...
- Hey, the school just called.

Sam and Brian got into
some kind of fight.

What happened?

Brian went after Sam.
We tried to stop it.

Don't say a word, okay? Not a word!

Parents weren't answering. I
didn't know who else to call.

- Brian!
- Get away from him!

Get off of him!

Hey, Sam, you okay?

- You need to calm down.
- I didn't do it.

- He's being a baby.
- Calm down...

Hey!

Ah...

I got him, Lieu!

Ow!

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

I didn't touch him.

- It's over! Stop it!
- I didn't touch him... please!

SVU portable, I need a
bus at 120th and Madison.

I'm so sorry. Try not to move.

Help is on the way right now.

Hang in there. Help is
on the way right now.

The older brother is the perpetrator?

Unfortunately, it's not as
uncommon as you would think.

But, there's no
evidence on the rape kit,

and the younger brother's not talking.

You're really gonna talk
to him without his parents?

He's 17, and he hasn't
asked for a lawyer.

You really think he's going to confess

to assaulting his younger brother?

I think that whatever is
going on in that family,

I think that Brian is drowning too.

Maybe he's looking for a lifeline.

Maybe I should call my dad.

You don't really want your dad

to hear what you're
about to say, do you?

I didn't think so.

Brian, we want to help you.

Yeah? He doesn't.

I do.

I know there's things you
don't want to talk about, right?

Things you can't talk about,

so let's start with the
things you can talk about.

Okay?

Look, I love Sam.

I would never really hurt him.

I see that.

He's your brother.

I'm gonna ask you about this
hunting trip this past weekend.

You and your dad go
hunting together a lot?

My dad, he shot a boar once.

It was charging him. He
could have been killed.

Wow.

Yeah, how about that rabbit?

- He had a clear shot. He could have...
- You're his big brother,

so you had to teach him a lesson, right?

Is that why you did to Sam what you did

and why you were beating up
on him, to keep him quiet?

My boys love each other.

Whatever they were fighting
about, brothers fight.

So I hear. I only have sisters.

Brian didn't do anything, okay?

Why was he attacking you, Sam?

Because to me, it looked
like he was either trying

to kill you or he was trying
to shut you up about something.

Sam's father is gonna join.

Is that okay with you, Sam?

Um, y-yeah, that's... that's fine.

Molly, you want to take a break?

I'm fine.

Okay, then. Let's...

I have something to tell you.

We have something to tell you.

My son came out to me this morning.

- What?
- He's gay.

He met a young man on the trip.

One thing led to another.

But we talked it out, me and Sam.

I'm good. He's good.

We're just going to keep talking,

maybe go to counseling
as a family, right, Sam?

Right.

But, Sam, there was bruising.

You were bleeding, so
whatever happened, it...

You told me you were drunk, son?

Um, yeah, um, I was drunk,

and, I mean, things got a little rough.

But I... I... I wasn't hurt or anything.

Who was this guy?

Um, I didn't get a name.

What'd he look like?

How old was he?

Where did this happen exactly?

My son doesn't need to be interrogated,

unless being homosexual is a crime.

I'm sure that's not what you're saying.

No, that's not, but what we
are saying is that your son

is too young to consent.

We've answered enough questions.

I'm taking my family home.

We can both agree that
that was a load of crap.

Sam was drunk, met
some guy in the woods?

The father's protecting his older son.

I already put a call into
Child Protective Services.

We got to get Sam out of that apartment.

We got to get him away from Brian.

I'll ask Family Court
about an emergency order.

I'll keep you posted.

Okay, but so now what?

We canvass friends, relatives?

See if anybody knows anything?

Something like this,
people don't want to know.

The mother knows,

Molly.

I can't talk to you.

My family will be home soon!

Where exactly is your family
right now, Mrs. Conway?

John took them out for pizza.

Like we have something to celebrate.

And you didn't go.

That's... that's a lot
of dinners to get through.

I mean, your boys won't
be out of the house

for, what, three, three
or four more years?

Pretending that everything's okay.

We'll get through this.

Yeah, well, your
husband, maybe, and Brian,

but... what about Sam?

I'm just curious how you're going to

get through looking into your son's eyes

at the dinner table

or when you're saying good night to him

knowing that he knows that
his mother didn't protect him,

his mother didn't keep him safe.

Please.

What can I do?

Tell us what happened.

That night... I heard
sounds from Sam's room.

I was listening at the
door. I could hear Sam.

He was...

whimpering like an animal.

It broke my heart.

Okay.

So, okay, what did you do?

I called Sam's name,
but there was no answer,

so I opened the door

and Sam, he was just...
on the bed and he...

was standing there zipping his pants.

Brian was.

My husband!

John just walked out
like nothing happened.

I asked Sam if he was okay,

and... he just yelled at me.

"Just leave me alone. Go!"

Later, in bed, John
said, "Don't say a word.

Not a word.

Sam's fine."

The next day, the boys went to school.

John left for work like
everything was fine.

I... I searched Sam's room.

I found underwear in his closet.

It was wet, and there was blood.

Where are those underwear?

John told me to throw
them into the washer.

I closed my eyes.

I shut my mouth.

I pretended I didn't see what I saw.

He's always... been tough on the boys.

He's strict, but this...

Molly, honey, we missed you!

We got pizza to go instead.

We can all eat together.

The hell is going on?

Mr. Conway, turn around.

- What's going on?
- You're under arrest.

- For what?
- The rape of your son.

Let me tell you something
about my wife, pal.

She tends to agree with the
last person she spoke to.

You're saying that your wife
doesn't have a mind of her own.

I'm saying one of you bastards
put this garbage in her head.

The truth is, pal,

we never considered this.

Because it's sick!

- Calm down.
- Calm!

No one's saying you're...

Damn it, I can't even say the words!

Do you hunt, Mr. Stone?

That's irrelevant.

That's where you're wrong.

There's a moment when
you're hiding in the brush,

that deer picking berries off
a tree not 50 yards from you.

It's like... the world stops.

All that exists are two souls:

The hunter and the hunted.

You try not to breathe, but the deer,

he hears your heart beating,

the blood running through the fingers

folded around the trigger.

He looks up.

An instant of silence and slow time.

The first to flinch loses.

I have served in the military.

I've built a business up
from nothing by myself.

- That's enough, John.
- My point is,

I don't flinch.

They're Sam's.

They're the ones that he was wearing

the night you raped him.

And you should know

that they have your DNA on them.

Without corroboration,
they're meaningless.

And unlike my wife,

my boy has a mind of his own.

Let's go.

Toughest thing in all the
sports, hitting that curve.

When are you people
going to leave me alone?

Huh?

I need to concentrate.

You know, I used to play.

A long time ago, Little League.

Still a huge fan, though.

I love the perfection of this game.

Nice, double off the wall.

Look, you're wasting your time, okay?

My dad didn't do anything to me.

Sam, your mom said that...

I don't... she gets confused.

You know, hoops was my game.

In high school, I played the point.

Wasn't much of a shooter,
but, man, I could dish.

That wasn't good enough
for my old man, though.

He used to bust my balls
about passing up shots.

Wide open in the paint,

and I'd still pass to this pimply kid

at the top of the key who...

This kid could not hit
the ocean from a boat.

Truth is, half the time I did
it just to piss off my dad.

So your old man didn't
know squat about basketball.

More like he didn't
know anything about me.

And I knew even less about him.

Neither one of us had the guts to ask.

Well, me and my dad aren't like that.

What are you like?

We talk and stuff. I...

What do you talk about?

We...

Yeah, see, I figure that's
why they invented sports,

so dads would have something
to talk about with their sons.

But when they don't talk, Sam...

Let it go.

- Let it go.
- I can't.

I can't do that, Sam.

Your mother saw your
father in your room.

She told us.

We were just talking!
I... I told you that.

Something you obviously
wouldn't know anything about.

Just because you had a screwed-up life

doesn't mean everyone did.

Hey, hey, Sam, Sam.

Look, my dad would never hurt me, okay?

And I'll never say that he did.

You know, the kid is...
is clearly traumatized.

Carisi says that he wants
to tell us what happened,

but he's just too afraid.

What kind of a world is this, Olivia?

I guess there has to be a hell

so we can recognize heaven.

"Suffer the little
children to come unto me."

See, that always baffled me.

If children have to be
suffered to approach God,

what kind of a world has He created?

If they have to suffer
to be close to Him,

what sort of a heaven does He reside in?

Peter, if you ever want

or need to talk about Pam,

I'm here.

She's dead. What's to say?

We're going to trial
against John Conway.

Without a complaining witness.

The war you can't win is
the only one worth fighting.

A diphenylamine indicator
confirmed the presence

of two distinct DNA samples
on the victim's undergarment.

Can I assume that one of
the DNA samples was Sam's?

Yes, it was extracted from a blood cell.

And the other sample?

It was extracted from a semen sample.

We matched it to the
defendant, John Conway.

Are you aware, Mr. Fitzsimmons,

that that particular undergarment

was washed before you tested it?

Yes, but it's settled science
that under normal conditions,

a washing machine does not
destroy pre-existing DNA.

Do you know if any other clothing

was in the washing machine

along with people's exhibit number one?

Yes, I believe it contained garments

belonging to each of the family members.

In your professional
opinion, Mr. Fitzsimmons,

is it possible that the defendant's DNA

could have been transferred
during a wash cycle

to his son's underwear?

Yes, tests have shown that's possible.

Possible.

How about likely?

Under certain conditions.

Thank you.

The people call Molly Conway.

Objection, spousal privilege.

We'll take a recess.

Counsel, join me in my chambers.

It's textbook law.

You cannot compel the wife

- to testify against her husband.
- Nobody's compelling her.

Well, she wants to testify.

- With bells on.
- Oh, come on.

Reread the hornbook, Counselor.

The public policy behind this privilege

is to promote free
and open communication

between the spouses.

In other words, it goes both ways.

Doesn't matter what she wants.

He can compel her to
sit down and shut up.

Not when it involves a
crime against a child.

What crime? I don't see a crime.

Even the so-called
victim doesn't see one.

What, the child isn't going to testify?

He's scared of his father, Judge.

Or this entire thing is a crock.

Either way, allowing
Mrs. Conway to testify

is more prejudicial
than it is probative.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stone.

Without a complaining witness,

I'm forced to sustain
Mr. Karey's objection.

Mrs. Conway cannot testify
against her husband.

Glad we had this talk.

I just heard from the hospital.

The woman on the bike, the
one that Brian knocked over,

she's being released.

She okay?

Aside from being in a cast
for the next three months?

You know, Fin, I'm a mom and a cop.

That's it. That's who I am.

That's more than most.

And what happens when
I wake up in the morning

and I can't do one of those things?

Does that make me

half the person that
I was the night before?

Well, excuse me for being redundant,
but you're still more than most.

That's very nice of you to say.

But the fact of the
matter is, the truth is,

I got winded.

I was chasing that Conway kid and I...

I had to stop.

And now an innocent woman
who was riding her bike

has a broken leg because
of... because of me.

And no matter how much
you sucked for air,

you couldn't fill your lungs.

That's right.

And your legs felt like lead.

Bingo.

Welcome to the club.

Liv, no one expects
you to be Wonder Woman.

I do.

Yeah, well, and I used
to think I was Superman.

So what happened?

Life.

Time.

I mean, what you gonna do?

Hey, you want some company?

- Help yourself.
- I thought you only drank beer during a trial.

Well, this one's basically over.

You had to know that judge
wasn't going to let a wife

testify against her husband.

I never underestimate the
bias or ignorance of judges.

And we had to get an
honest and intelligent one.

How bad does that suck?

Want to tell me about Sam?

Well, he's terrified of his old man

and he's embarrassed by him.

It's par for the course.

Tell me about it.

You know, if I can get Sam on the stand

and talk to him man-to-man...

Yeah, but without his
mother's testimony,

Karey's got no reason to call him.

That ship has sailed.

Maybe I can grab the line
before it's too far from shore.

Nah, I got this one. Go home.

How much is this gonna hurt me?

How long has he been here?

The people call Molly Conway.

What?

Did someone hit the replay
button when I wasn't looking?

I'm too young for a senior moment.

I know I ruled on this
yesterday, Mr. Stone.

Circumstances have changed, Your Honor.

What, they got a quickie divorce?

Not that it would matter.

Because Mrs. Conway
tampered with evidence

and misled the police,

she was acting so as to advance
a mutual criminal conspiracy.

You would have to charge her.

I've charged her with being
an unindicted co-conspirator.

Their communications
are no longer protected.

Very clever.

Mrs. Conway can testify.

Your Honor.

And what did you see, Mrs. Conway?

Sam rushing to sit up in his bed.

His face was white as a ghost.

There were tears
running down his cheeks.

Anything else?

My husband... was standing over the bed.

It looked like he was
fastening his belt.

Did he say anything to you?

Later, in bed,

he told me not to
tell anyone what I saw.

The next day,

I... found Sammy's bloody underwear.

He hid it in the closet.

I confronted John,

he told me to put it in the washer.

Hmm.

That's a story, Mrs. Conway.

It's true.

Did you tell it to the nurse

when you were called to school?

No.

- To the principal?
- No.

To the police, the first
time you spoke with them?

It all happened so
quickly. I needed time.

To formulate such a convincing tale.

- Object...
- Withdrawn.

Did you tell this story to the police

the first time that you spoke to them?

No.

Second time?

I just wanted it to go away.

Did you tell them the
second time you saw them,

Mrs. Conway?

No.

In fact, you never told the
police that John raped Sam,

right?

I just told them what I saw.

So you don't know what
actually happened in that room?

No.

Thank you.

I love her, I... I do,

but sometimes, my mom, she just...

she doesn't know what she's saying.

Me and Dad, we were just talking.

About what?

He was... I don't know.

He was just trying to console me.

You know, I was feeling bad

'cause I couldn't shoot this rabbit,

and, um, and he was just
telling me that it's okay,

that some guys just
aren't cut out for hunting.

Hmm.

Did he assault you, Sam?

No, no, that's... that's ridiculous.

So how did you get the injuries

that Mr. Stone has repeatedly called

indications of rape?

Do I have to?

Yeah, you do.

Um, so I met a man.

And... it was the first time.

I wanted him to, you know.

It wasn't rape or anything like that.

Thank you.

What was that guy's name?

Um, I don't remember.

That's odd.

Your first time, I think
you'd remember everything.

Well, nobody cares what
you think, Counselor.

That's an objection?

Sustained.

Tell me about the hunting trip.

Okay, what about it?

Whatever you remember.

Well, I remember it all.

Right, because it was your first time.

The first time you went out
in the woods with your dad,

your brother, and a rifle.

It was a big deal,

kind of like the first time you had sex.

- Objection.
- My point is...

the witness remembers everything

about his first hunting trip

and nothing about the
first time he had sex,

and they happened on the same weekend.

It's no big deal, okay?

Everyone's making it out to
be something that it's not.

It's just sex. Everyone does it.

Not with their father, they don't.

Objection!

That's not just sex, Sam. It's rape.

- Your Honor.
- That's enough.

Mr. Stone.

Was going hunting with
your dad a big deal?

To Dad, it was.

But not to you.

Well... Dad killed a
moose when he was 12.

Brian killed a deer when he was 15.

In your family, it's a rite of passage.

Yeah, it's how you become a man.

How did you feel before you
tried to shoot the rabbit?

In that moment when time stands still

and it was just you, the
rabbit, and your rifle?

Um...

I... I don't... I don't know.

Were you scared?

Yeah, maybe, a little.

Of a tiny rabbit?

No, no, of course not.

What were you scared of?
Were you scared of Brian?

There was only one
other person there, Sam.

Were you scared of your dad?

He put that rifle in
your hand, didn't he?

You wanted to make him proud.

Isn't that right?

There's no need to be embarrassed.

That's all any son wants.

I just wanted to be a man.

Like him?

I guess.

But you were scared.

A man who gets scared is
hardly a man, isn't that right?

A man who gets scared,
a boy who gets scared,

he's a fraud.

He needs to be punished, be humiliated.

And that's why your
father raped you, right?

- Objection.
- Overruled.

No, no, no!

My father would never do...

my father would never do that.

He would never.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

How do you find?

On the sole count

of the indictment of
rape in the first degree,

we find the defendant not guilty.

Juries can be unpredictable.

I'm not making excuses.

Yeah. I understand, sir.

What just happened?

The D.A. just asked the same thing.

Not as politely.

The family stuck together.
That's a tough nut to crack.

Yeah. I should have
used a bigger hammer.

Mr. Conway, do you feel
validated by the verdict?

I'm glad the jury saw the truth.

What's next for your family?

I just want to get everyone home,

safe, resume our normal lives.

Well, I think the
most important thing...

- Molly.
- Is this family to get back to normal, so...

Excuse us.

If you ever wanna talk...

Thank you, but I'm fine.

Tell your father I
need to use the ladies'.

I'll meet you at the car.

Sam...

I know what you're going to say,

and you're wasting your time...

You don't have to go
home with your husband.

- And you said it anyway.
- We can open a case

with Child Protective Services.

Break up our family?

Get Sam out of the house, protect him.

That's been your instinct.

The best way I can keep Sam safe

is to stay with him.

How? You can't watch him 24/7.

John knows he crossed a line...

Crossed a line?

Molly, he raped your son.

And a jury found him not guilty.

Maybe I didn't see what I thought I saw.

Oh Stop, stop, stop.

All John ever wanted
was to keep us safe.

Me, Brian, Sam.

And you believe that?

You believe him over what
you know? As a mother...

I have to! I am choosing to!

Because, the alternative...
court hearings,

legal and emotional
battles for months, years...

that doesn't sound like what's best

for Sam, or my family.

Promise me, at the very least...

at the very least,
you'll get Sam counseling.

And for Brian, and for yourself, Molly.

We don't need your help.

We don't ever need to
speak again. Excuse me.

Sam!

Hmm?

It's 6:30, honey. It's time to get up.

You don't have to go to school today

if you don't want to.

I want to... and Dad said that I...

Oh... oh.

You sure you're not
coming down with something?

You're a little warm.

- Yeah, maybe so.
- Yeah?

You know what? Um...
I think I feel fine.

I want to go to school.

So, you got baseball practice today.

Riverside Park.

Bus leaves at 3:15, should
be back to school by 6.

How about I pick you boys up after?

We can go to Shake Shack.

Molly, they're teenagers, not toddlers.

We can take the subway. Right, Sam?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Next game is St. Andrews.

They're hitting 275.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, son. It's okay.

Keep your head down,
don't talk to anyone.

If somebody says something, text me.

We're not supposed to have our
phones outside of our lockers.

You really think anyone's
gonna give a rat's ass

if you have your phone in your pocket?

Jesus, Sam.

Hey! I'm not gonna let anything bad

happen to you ever again, okay?

Okay? I got this. We're family.

Catch you on the other side, brother.

What's up, guys?

Sam! Sam!

- Do we know what we're looking at?
- Single shooter. White male.

Semi-automatic hunting rifle.

A student?

As far as we know, but we haven't

apprehended a suspect yet.

Any victims?

Half a dozen, at least.

I get why you're here, Lieutenant.

I'm here to help.

We'll keep you posted.

This-this is Mrs. Chaster.
She's the principal.

Principal Chaster...
Lieutenant Benson, SVU.

Did you see the shooter?

I couldn't stop it.
He just kept shooting,

- this dead look in his eye!
- Who is it?

Sam Conway!

Is he inside? Do you know where he is?

I don't know. I told the police.

Okay, well, what about Brian?

Brian... I saw Brian.

I passed him in the hallway.

- Is he okay?
- He's all right, I think...

- I don't know!
- Okay, it's okay.

I got this.

Lieutenant Benson, I saw it on the news,

I just happened to have the TV on.

I don't know why, I
never watch TV in the day

- and then the school got the emergency notification...
- Okay, Mrs Conway,

- where is your husband?
- Uh, one of his warehouses in Brooklyn.

- Have you spoken to him recently?
- Ten minutes ago, he's on his way.

Have you seen Sam? Tell me he's okay.

- You gotta go this way.
- Wh... please, tell me Sam's okay!

I don't know where Sam
is, I swear to God...

I've been telling police
that! He must be inside!

He's not. We recovered the
rifle... no sign of Sam.

He must have gotten out in the crowd.

Now listen; All right,
he's not at your house.

He's not at your father's work.

Is there any other place
that you can think of

- that Sam might have gone?
- I don't know.

None of this makes any sense.

- You had no idea?
- God, no!

I just sat down at my desk... home room.

And there was this noise...
pop, pop... it sounded like

someone brought firecrackers to school.

And then you heard the screams.

All right... Brian, Brian,
look, what happened then?

What happened then?

Everyone just... just froze.

The teacher was yelling
for us to get down,

there was more shots, more
screams... it was horrible.

There Sam was, standing in the doorway

with a .22 in his hand.

What'd you do?

I ran up to him, I said,

"Sam, what the hell are
you doing? Just stop it!"

He pointed the barrel at me, he said,

"Are you happy now?"

But he didn't shoot?

No. No, he squinted, he said,

"I need to concentrate.
You don't concentrate,

you lose the game."

Then he dropped the rifle, walked out.

Okay. Brian, I want you
to sit tight, all right?

Where are you going?

I think I know where Sam is.

- Tell the ESU...
- No! He makes one wrong move

they're gonna kill him, Fin.

Maybe they should.

Hey, Sam, it's Detective Carisi.

Put your hands where I can see them!

- Go away!
- I can't do that!

Just let me die.

I can't do that either, Sam.

Now come on, let's put that gun down.

No! Why should I be able
to play baseball, huh?

Or eat chocolate-chip
waffles, or kiss a girl.

Or go to college...
I don't deserve that!

I deserve to die!

Okay, listen. I'm gonna put my gun down.

All right, you say you
deserve to die, maybe you do.

But killing yourself is not justice

for what you just did, Sam.

That is taking the easy way out.

Do you understand me?

No. No, I should die. I shot my friends.

No, no, no... whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on!

Hold on! Answer one
question for me then, okay?

Because all this baffles
me. I mean, I can understand

if you shot your dad, if
you shot your brother...

It wasn't their fault!

It wasn't their fault, but it was

the kids at school's fault?

- No.
- No?

I guess there's only
one person left, Sam.

I guess this is all on you.

Hey! Maybe you're right.
Why don't you go ahead?

Kill yourself, take
responsibility for your actions.

It's gonna destroy your dad,

but, hell, it's gotta be
easier than facing him,

the state that he is in right now, Sam.

What? You talked to him?

Yeah, yeah, I talked to him,

and he's worried about you, Sam.

He's worried sick.

But hey! Go ahead. Kill yourself.

Then he's gonna know how
much you really hate him.

I don't... No, I don't
hate him, I love him.

You love him? All right,
well, then maybe you wanna

tell him that yourself, huh?

Maybe he wants to tell you that, Sam.

Yeah... see, that's
the thing about dads...

no matter how bad you screw
up, they still love you.

I should have...

- I... I should...
- You should have what, huh?

I should have just shot the rabbit!

I should have just shot the rabbit!

- How many?
- There's two DOA.

Heather Lewis, 16, Justin Cruz, 17.

Five gunshot victims.
Four were students,

one critical, and one was a teacher.

Sam Conway's in custody?

Yes, with his mother, waiting
for the father and a lawyer.

Good. I don't want any
statements thrown out later.

The weapon was a Remington
.22 semi-automatic rifle.

CSU found six bullets at the scene.

Plus the seven victims, this
gun holds at least 15 rounds.

He only fired 13 times?

He's a lousy shot. It
could have been worse.

Well, it was bad enough.

He was also carrying
a Smith & Wesson 9C.

Never fired. Both guns are legal

and registered to the father.

And the mother swears that both guns

were in a locked safe.

Well, even if that's true, the kid

figured out the combination.

All right, what about the victims?

- Were they targeted?
- Not that we know of.

The only one that he had
a specific relationship

was Gillian Wray.

- Girlfriend?
- It's not about that.

Witnesses say he
wasn't aiming at anyone,

just firing at random.

Bringing a hunting rifle to school...

This is about the father.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

I need to see my son.

Mr. Conway.

I wanna see my son. Where is he?

What are you doing here, Stone?

Can't wait to lock Sam up too?

We will be arraigning him.

Whether he is remanded
is up to the judge...

Your wife and your son
are in interrogation one.

This way.

Anything he said without the presence

of his lawyer is inadmissible.

He already confessed.

Plus, we have dozens of eye-witnesses.

Sam's lawyer is here.

Let's go, Sam.

I want to go with him.

I'm sorry, that's not
possible, Mrs. Conway.

- Please. Please, please.
- Dad, I'm so sorry...

What did you do? What did you do?

You son of a bitch! This is your fault!

Putting sick ideas in my boy's head!

Please escort Mr. Conway
out of my squad room. Now!

Reactions to the tragedy on social media

have been overwhelming...
outpourings of support

for the two victims
who lost their lives,

16-year-old Heather Lewis
and 17-year-old Justin Cruz.

But in addition to the
tears, there is anger.

Anger that this has happened yet again,

and outrage. Outrage that politicians...

- Your cell phone died?
- ... have yet to come up with solutions.

How'd you find me?

Carmen and I go way back.

I'd fire her if she wasn't
the best assistant I ever had.

People screaming and just running

and just panic everywhere.

You punishing yourself?

Somebody has to.

Our thoughts and prayers are
with the victims and the families,

- affected by today's horrible shooting.
- Prayers,

condolences, funerals...

You know, what's
happening in this country,

it's never going to end, is it?

I don't know.

You heard people screaming. I was...

I might actually have to
take this kid to trial.

He pleaded not guilty.

I heard.

Remanded to Horizon Juvenile.

Suicide watch.

You see, their lawyer will get a shrink,

and then we... we
will get a shrink also.

And then, round and round we'll go.

Ring around the goddamn rosie...

Peter, this is not your fault.

I made the decision
to cross-examine him.

I could have stood up, and
said, "No questions, Your Honor."

I could have looked in that boy's eyes

and seen how fragile
he was, and damaged.

I should have seen past the brave face,

thought about sparing
his soul any more pain,

instead of winning my case...

Peter. You were trying to save him.

I didn't have to cross-examine him.

Yes, you did. His father
raped him, for God sakes.

And then I raped him all over
again up on that witness stand.

You okay?

You know, aside from not sleeping.

You worry, you know?

You worry about your kid getting sick

or breaking a bone or, God
forbid, getting hit by a taxi.

And then it's like
you're... holding your breath

underwater, every day.

Then you, uh...

You get to tuck them in
and kiss them good night.

You get to breathe out again.

But this... this, you can't...

you can't imagine that...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, it's all right.

Crazy... I'm...

It's all right, it's all right.

You can tell me, it's okay.

You here to see the State
Psych for Sam Conway?

Uh yeah.

Lisa Abernathy.

Detective Carisi. What
happened to Dr. Olivet?

They didn't tell you? She's
at a wedding in Tuscany.

I'm filling in. Am I
interrupting something?

- No.
- No.

Good. Let's talk about Sam.

Do you have any questions
you wanna ask me?

We can start with some easy ones

like my favorite color
or my favorite song

or my favorite vegetable... although,

I don't have a favorite veg...

Do you have kids?

Kids?

Yeah. Because if you...
if you do have kids,

then I know you already hate me,

so this is a waste of time.

I don't hate you, Sam.

My wife and I have a boy and a girl.

You know, my dad... he told everyone

that I was gay, but I'm not.

And what about your dad?

Do you wanna talk about him?

He's a good dad.

I mean,

he's tough on us,

sometimes, but,

he's a great dad.

Okay, let's talk about that.

He looks out for us.

He's done that ever
since we were little.

What do you remember?

I remember, I was four maybe...

and I was trying to stick one
of my little soldiers' swords

in the electric socket.

And Dad found out.

He wasn't angry, but he was serious.

And he told me, he said...

He said, "This is gonna
hurt me more than you.

But I never want you to forget."

And then, he told me to...

pull my shorts down,

and lay on the bed, and I can...

I can hear his belt

coming off...

- Son of a...
- It's okay.

And he hit me.

And it hurt so bad, you know?

And I was crying.

But I never forgot. I never forgot.

And I never tried to play with that...

electric outlet ever again.

My clinical evaluation is
Sam is not legally insane.

He wasn't insane during
the time of the shooting.

He knew that firing the gun was wrong.

He knew the consequences.
He has remorse.

Two kids are still dead.

Did he say why?

I mean, in a round-about way.

I mean, this is not rocket science.

He grew up in a household
with a very traditional

view of masculinity...
taken to the extreme.

Like a toxicity.

To be a man, you have to kill animals,

Win ball games, you don't cry,

you tough out whatever comes your way.

Even your own father,
sexually assaulting you.

Thank you, Doctor. You'll
testify, if need be?

Yes. But I hope need won't be.

This boy is on the verge of a collapse.

A lot of kids are assaulted,

abused, and humiliated.
They don't shoot up

schools and murder other kids.

I hear you, Detective.

Mr. Stone, the Conways are here.

Thank you.

What can we do for you?

We, um... wanted to
tell you in person...

Sam will plead guilty.

That's his choice?

Going to trial would
be a... would be wrong.

For everybody. No more
lawyers, no more excuses.

Whatever you think of me,

I take responsibility
for my son's actions.

We do. We both do.

More importantly, Sam does.

As a family, we've decided

we can't put anyone
through anymore pain.

You know... the parents, the students.

And Sam.

And Brian.

Okay.

I'll call the D.A. and the judge.

Sam will have to plead in open court.

How long will he be in prison?

He'll likely be charged as an adult.

The time will be substantial.

Thank you.

Okay, then. I can let the
victims' families know?

Yeah.

So that's it?

It's over?

Sam goes to prison, probably for life.

I get that. He deserves it.

But the father...

the father just gets to walk away?

No. This isn't over.

Not by a long shot.

- Sam Conway, he sticks to himself.
- Thanks.

Hey, Sam.

Look, I'm pleading guilty.
What more do you want from me?

Mind if I sit?

Just want to hear for myself

that you're okay with all this...

firing your lawyer, and taking a plea...

I am.

You're gonna go to prison, Sam.

And there's a good chance

it'll be for the rest of your life.

Well, what do you want
me to do? You want me to

try to get away with
it? Plead not guilty?

I can't tell you what
I think you should do.

That's not how it works.

Well, it's my decision.

- Not your father's?
- No!

So... can you please
leave me alone, now?

Okay.

Heather Lewis.

I went to a party at her house once.

She played Rihanna like the whole night.

Justin Cruz, um...

I didn't really know him, but...

Apparently he was like,
a math genius, I guess.

And he had a little sister.

She's only five.

My mom went to the funerals,

and she said no one even looked at her.

I'm sorry, Sam.

You're sorry?

Don't you know only pussies apologize?

- No, I didn't know that.
- Look, I didn't even

wanna go to school that day.

All right? I kept saying,
"I'm sorry, but I can't."

And he just said, "No
apologies, no regrets.

That a man looks at the
future, not the past."

What else did your dad say, Sam?

He said, "I don't even
know why I bothered."

To assault you?

I guess I was a waste of his time.

Because it didn't work.

Is that when you put that
rifle in your baseball bag?

Look, I gotta go, okay? We only
get 30 minutes a day outside.

You can make that case?

Yeah, whatever you need.

Okay, let me know.

Guys, Stone thinks that there's a way

that he can go after John Conway.

What can we do?

I visit Sam every day. My one hour.

How's John dealing with all of this?

Like he always does, stiff upper lip.

That's what his father taught him.

Is that what he taught Brian?

What he tried to teach Sam?

Molly...

We think your husband
should be prosecuted.

Didn't you try that already?

We believe he should be
prosecuted for the shooting.

I told you, the guns were locked up...

It's not about the guns.

But for creating an environment

where Sam believed

that shooting made him a man.

Who is that gonna help?

Sam?

Those dead teenagers?

What about Brian?

He's 17 years old.

I can't help anyone anymore!

Not Brian. Not Sam.

This happened because I
went against my husband.

I testified about what he did to Sam!

If I hadn't done that,

none of this would have...

If just made Sam stay
home from school...

why didn't I keep him home from school?

Home with me.

All my husband ever wanted
was for his boys to become men!

My dad is a great father,
and I'll tell you what,

he would never... he was so
messed up about what Sam did.

Sam shot his classmates
and aimed a gun at you.

Why would he do that?

I don't know, okay? I don't know!

Yes, you do. Sam wanted
to prove to your dad

- that he could shoot.
- This isn't about that rabbit,

- okay, that stupid rabbit...
- No, it's about how your dad

made Sam feel... ashamed, humiliated...

how he punished your brother.
I know you're not stupid.

I know you know what was going on.

Both of us growing up... me and Sam,

my father treated us exactly the same,

raised us the same way,
and I never went and...

Shot anybody?

Just because you took it better,

okay, that makes what
your dad did right?

You're saying this is my dad's fault?

Then it's my fault, too.

I was there in the woods.
I was there with Sam

right before he walked into school.

I should have figured it out!

No, this is not your fault, Brian.

You're just a kid, okay?

My life...

my life is over.

My friends are dead, my mother's a mess,

and my brother's locked up forever.

This is because of you.

This is all your fault.

If you would have just left
us alone in the first place,

none of this would have
happened. None of it!

You want someone to blame? Hmm?

Blame yourselves! Blame yourselves!

Bad news?

There's no way that Molly Conway

is gonna testify against her husband.

- I can subpoena her.
- And she will lie.

Look, she's had enough, Peter.

And, in my heart of hearts, I
gotta tell ya... I understand.

- Brian?
- He's already lost his brother.

He doesn't wanna lose his dad, too.

We've got the shrink, the principal,

two of Sam's friends, none
of which make the case.

And that leaves Sam.

Who's on suicide watch.

So much for fighting
the war we can't win.

The last time he testified...

Isn't this time.

Children are dead, Peter.

Two sets of parents are
mourning a dead child.

And Sam's in prison for it.

We already lost Sam, Peter.

This is about the next Sam Conway.

John Conway,

put that gun down and step away.

When are you gonna
leave my family alone?

My son's taking a plea.

We're not here about your
son, we're here for you.

Put your hands behind you
back... you're under arrest.

On what charges?

Murder.

You have got to be kidding me.

My wife's yoga pants
don't stretch this much.

I'm just following
the statute, Mr. Karey.

How was I negligent?
My guns were locked up.

But your son wasn't.

What the hell is he talking about?

Think of it this way, Mr. Conway:

Pit bulls are actually very good pets.

It's their owners that
turn them into killers.

You think I made Sam

walk into that school
and start shooting?

I think that, A, you failed to perceive

a substantial and unjustifiable risk

that he would harm others.
And B, such a failure

constitutes a gross deviation
from the standard of care

that a reasonable person would observe,

under the circumstances.

You put them together,
and what have you got?

C... criminally negligent homicide.

Is he saying I didn't
bring my boy up right?

It's a snowflake defense, Johnny.

"Daddy made me do it."

Come on.

I thought you were better than this.

You know, I heard if
you stare long enough,

a cheesecake will magically appear.

How long do I have to stare for a slice

with strawberry topping to show up?

You okay?

When we sat with Sam
Conway, we talked to him.

We saw where he was brought up,

how he was brought up.

Amanda, this is not our fault.

I'm just saying, under Stone's theory...

Yes, and we did not put guns
in Sam Conway's apartment.

He could have gotten a gun anywhere.

He could have used a knife, a bomb...

Please don't go all
Second Amendment on me.

Okay, all right. I mean...

What?

No, it's just in Georgia,
you'd be the odd man out.

Yeah, and that wouldn't
change my opinion.

Just explain this to me.

Why is Roe v. Wade sacrosanct

and the Second Amendment disposable?

Maybe because one kills.

In Georgia, they both do.

You know?

Jesus, what is worse?

I mean, to have your kid killed, or...

Have your kid be the one
that's killed somebody else.

Mm.

Amanda, you're...

you're not thinking of...

I don't know if I need another baby.

I don't know if I want another baby.

All I know is, if I was back home,

the choice would be a lot easier.

There'd be no choice.

Give me your phone.

What?

Just unlock it and give it to me.

That's playing dirty.

I distinctly remember
when you showed that to me.

You told me that was the
best moment of your life.

This is your decision to make... alone,

and I will defend to the death

your right to make it.

But regret is...

An awful thing to live with.

You had one? You had an abortion?

I loved my boys the same.

I treated them the same.

You were tough on both of them?

I was firm with them, when I had to be.

Whatever I did, it
was for their own good.

So they'd be strong.
So the world wouldn't

chew them up and spit them out.

Look, when your son is born,

nobody hands you an instruction book.

You do what you think is right.

Such as?

The thing is... I know a lot of dads

who are so tired when
they get home from work,

all they can do is
get out of their suits

and sit in front of the tube.

Not me.

No matter how tired I was,

I always went to the park,
tossed a ball with my boys.

I went to their games, whatever.

Yes, I took them fishing
and hunting... that's what

my dad did for me,
that's what I do for them.

I'm still waiting for someone to tell me

why it's wrong to want your
boys to grow up to be men.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good men?

- What?
- What most fathers would say...

they want their son to
grow up to be a good man.

Good, bad... that doesn't
seem to matter to you.

Of course I want them to be good men.

A good man plays sports?

Both my boys made varsity.

Teaches teamwork, self-confidence.

A good man shoots rabbits?

He sure as hell isn't afraid to.

You don't have a boy do you, Mr. Stone?

No, I don't.

You got a lot of nerve
criticizing how I raise mine.

You mean I've got balls.

Objection!

It's okay, Jed. I got this.

As a matter of fact,

if we weren't in a courtroom,

that is exactly what I would have said.

As opposed to what?

Excuse me?

If I don't have balls, what do I have?

I'd have the lifelong shame of a boy

who could never live up to his dad's

perverse idea of
manhood, isn't that right?

- Your Honor!
- Mr. Stone...

I'd be a little girl, wouldn't
I, Mr. Conway? And there's

nothing in the world
worse than that, is there?

That's enough, Mr. Stone.

- What do you think?
- You saw it.

Actually, I didn't. I'm
sorry, I just couldn't

stomach listening to, "the
world according to John Conway."

- Well, it didn't go great.
- Meaning?

I'm calling Sam as a rebuttal witness.

- Of course I loved him.
- And you tried to make him

- proud of you?
- Yeah.

- Why?
- 'Cause he was my dad.

You wanted to make him happy?

Yeah, what's wrong with that?

Not a thing, if it makes you happy, too.

Did it?

Look, if he was happy, I was happy.

What if he wasn't?

This is important, Sam.

How did your dad act if
he wasn't happy with you?

- He'd call me names.
- Like what?

- He'd call me a baby.
- What else?

He'd say, um...

What else?

He'd say... he'd say I
was a fag or a pussy, okay?

Like when you couldn't shoot the rabbit?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

So, he wasn't proud of you then?

No.

No, he said, "Until
further notice, I was... "

"a little girl."

Called me "Samantha."

Threw one of my mom's dresses
at me, told me to wear it.

Did he hit you?

No.

He said I deserved it, though.

But he would "never hit a girl."

So, what did he do?

Objection! This has
already been litigated.

Nice try, Mr. Stone. The
objection is sustained.

In that moment, before
you shot your schoolmates,

what were you thinking?

Would you speak up, Sam?

"Be a man!"

A voice in my head
kept saying, "Be a man!"

Be a man! Over and over again. Be a man!

How's that, Dad? I didn't
flinch! Am I a man now?

Huh?

Did John tell his son
to shoot up the school?

No, he didn't.

Did he put the gun in his
hand? Didn't do that either.

Did he stand by and watch
as Sam pulled the trigger?

Sorry. He was at his
office in another borough.

If we're gonna start
making parents liable

for the independent acts of their kids,

we better all start
losing weight, because...

there's going to be a
tight squeeze in Attica.

Men are strong. They're
the hunters, the fighters.

The spear-throwers, the
sword-swingers, the gunslingers.

They sit in bars and
they toss back shots,

regaling other men with tales
of their sexual conquests.

That's what makes them masculine,

that's what makes them men.

You get in a fistfight? That's okay.

It'll make you a man.

You grab a little ass?

Hey, that's what men do.

But what if you cry?

Or show empathy? Or, God forbid,

you can't shoot a little rabbit?

Well, I'm sorry, you just
don't deserve to be my son.

The problem is, Sam is John's son.

The problem is, Sam just
wanted to make John proud.

The problem is, John
wasn't preaching strength.

He was preaching power over others,

and that's not being a man...

That's being a criminal.

Have you reached a verdict?

- We have.
- How do you find?

On the sole count of the indictment,

Criminally Negligent Homicide...

we find the defendant,
John Conway, guilty.

Take the defendant into custody.

But I don't wanna go to bed!

But you don't have a vote, mister, okay?

No!

Noah!

Don't ever do that again.

- But...
- I don't...

Get in your bed, right now.

We're gonna talk about
this in the morning.

Good night.

I love you.

Noah, I love you.

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