All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.SVU.S20E05

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.

Come on!
Three more.

Harder!
As hard as you can!

Two!

One more.

Nice... and rest.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

- Nice.
- Oh, my God.

That felt great.

You were killing it,
Olivia.

Okay... gotta get back
to the station.

Oh, that excuse.

- Ha!
- Same time tomorrow?

Oh!

I have my son's
parent-teacher conference.

I have 7:00 p.m. open.

That's when I actually
get to see my son.

How 'bout... how 'bout
this?

You move in with me...

Then you can make me
do squats

while I cook Noah dinner.

- I'll text you.
- Okay.

- I'll even run back to my car.
- Deal!

Good morning, everyone!

Welcome to Accredo's
Female Entrepreneur Workshop.

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

Hello, everybody.

I am Claudia.
I'm your hostess.

This... this group taught me
to take back my power.

I went from
schlepping briefcases

for the senior partners

to head of
the litigation department.

And, well...
look at this place.

But I deserve it,
right?

[APPLAUSE]

Who would like
to share?

Oh, it's okay.
Let someone else go.

But your story is
so inspiring.

Please.

Thank you.

When I first
discovered Accredo,

my career...
my life...

were both stalled.

I was in
an abusive relationship

that held me back.

But now, I am
stronger than ever,

ready to take on the future.

[APPLAUSE]

[APPLAUSE]

Hey, I can walk you to
the subway, if you want.

No, I'll be fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Okay.
I'll see ya later.

I am starving!
This empowered woman

can't live on
cucumber water alone.

I didn't think you
ever ate.

Are you kidding?
Wanna go for lunch?

There's this great Italian
place around the corner.

It's got gluten-free pasta.

I can't... not today.

What's going on?

- Is it your ex?
- No, no.

Because if he's stalking
you again...

It's not him.
I'm fine, Lilah, okay?

I'm just... busy.

- I'll see you later?
- Okay.

Stop calling me.
I'm serious.

No!
I'm... I'm hanging up.

[TENSE MUSIC]

[WATER RUNNING]

♪ ♪

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

♪ ♪

Who is it?

♪ ♪

- 12,251 steps today.
- Wow, that's great.

Yeah, just don't ask me
about my pulse.

Fin and Carisi both
have Knicks tickets,

but I'm more than happy
to stay here if you need me.

No, no, go, I'm gonna
be out of here shortly.

I promised Noah that I would
have dessert with him.

Okay, 'cause I don't want
any special consideration.

- No, no.
- I mean, you are pregnant, Amanda.

And you... you can hide it
with clothes, but...

But we're gonna have
to notify 1PP.

- [PHONE BUZZES]
- I can give you a week.

Max.

Lieutenant Benson.

You notified Homicide?

Okay.

Yep.
I'm on my way.

What you got?

A rape homicide in SoHo,
and it sounds brutal.

- I'm coming with you.
- No, Amanda.

You said
I had a week.

[CHUCKLES]

[TENSE MUSIC]

Her bathtub overflowed.
Alerted the neighbors...

not in time.

- Watch your step.
- I got it, thank you.

Plus she was mutilated...

a piece of her rib cage
cut out.

♪ ♪

Get back, Rollins.

I'm fine.

♪ ♪

Yeah, come on.
Go, go, go.

- Go, go, go, go, go.
- [GAGGING]

Is your detective
gonna be okay?

She's fine.

♪ ♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

She was stabbed
multiple times

in the chest,
and in the torso.

She was sexually assaulted
with a table leg.

- Do we know who she is?
- No. There's no ID.

And there's no cell, computer
in the loft, no pictures.

- There's no mail in the mailbox.
- That's strange.

Yeah.
With the sexual component,

Homicide wants
us to take the lead.

Okay.
I'll check the traffic cams

and canvass the area, see if any
of her neighbors can ID her.

- Yeah.
- Hey, are you okay?

It's just hormones.

You know, whoever did this,
it was personal.

The way she...
she was stabbed.

And they cut a piece of
her flesh out.

- [PHONE BUZZES]
- Oh...

Let me... let me hold
this, come on.

Thanks.
I ran the address,

and got something.
Hey, Liv!

Hey... so, the owners of the house

are Richard and Laura Shane.

Phone number with
a Connecticut area code.

Have them meet us
at the morgue.

Abby, when you get this,
call me.

Right away.

Your daughter lives
in the loft?

When she isn't working
out of town.

She's supposed to be on
a movie shoot in Pennsylvania.

When is the last time
you talked to your daughter?

Yesterday.
I've been calling,

but there's no answer.

And how old is she?

Twenty-five.
Big, blue eyes...

Okay, so we're gonna
need you to make an ID.

But we can show you a photo.

No.
I wanna see her.

Okay.
This way.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[GASPS]

- It's not her.
- It's not her-it's not Abby.

Okay, uh...

Do you know who
this girl is?

No, but it's not my daughter.

Did she mention
any friends staying with her?

Well, not recently.
but...

She has lots of
needy friends.

I'm trying Abby again.

Straight to voicemail.

You said your daughter
was working in Pennsylvania?

She's doing one of
those dystopian horror stories.

Women lose all rights,
they get hung from trees...

Where?

That's Vicky Parson.

She was murdered?

No wonder my parents
are freaked out.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]
This is so surreal.

No.

Wh... what can you
tell us about Vicky?

Uh... she moved in
about a week ago,

after she broke up
with her boyfriend.

What's his name?

Uh... Brad, maybe.
Brett.

I think he was kind
of stalking her.

I saw him outside the loft.
I was like,

well, great.
Now he's stalking me.

Did Vicky have any
other friends or family?

Her mom ran off
when she was five.

Her dad died last year.
It really messed her up.

It's weird.
She seemed a lot better lately.

Better how?

Confident.
Happier.

She'd joined some women's
empowerment group.

I guess they couldn't
protect her from

the dark side of
her life after all.

Negative for semen DNA.

M.E. puts the time of death

- between 9:00 and 10:00.
- Okay. Prints?

The guy was careful.
Nothing off the table leg.

I figure he might
be impotent.

Hey! So, we're running
cell records and financials.

Her... her last call came
from a burner.

And then her cell went dead
shortly after that at 8:50.

Okay, what about
social media?

No Instagram or Twitter.

And it looks like she closed
her Facebook account.

She had just quit a job.
She... she dumped a boyfriend.

Those female empowerment
classes did the trick.

- Yeah, until last night.
- What do you mean?

Her girlfriend said she was
feeling bad about herself

till she joined a ladies group.

And her last ten checks were
made out to this organization

- called Accredo, Inc.
- Accredo?

It's all about
female empowerment.

"It's a safe space where"

"goddesses can
speak their truth"

"and live their dreams."

Well, let's hope
that she opened up to them.

Who knew there was
so much money in insecurity?

Sign of the times, Rollins.

You can always tell
a society's priorities

by looking at
their bestsellers.

In the '70s is
"The Joy of Sex."

The '80s is getting rich.
The '90s, staying young.

- Now it's female empowerment.
- What women want.

Hi. You're here for
Arlo's lecture?

You're late,
but come on in.

It's gonna be wonderful.
[LAUGHS]

Oh he's gonna be
so excited.

- Arlo loves seeing new faces.
- Actually, we're here

to talk about
Vicky Parson.

Vicky?
Why?

- So, you do know her?
- Shh.

We all want things in life.

You know?
To be happy...

Hi, welcome.
To be fulfilled.

To find love.
But the question is,

how do we get out of
our own way?

How do we allow ourselves
to feel deserving

of everything we want?

I-I know you've struggled,
Claudia,

about feeling undeserving.

And now look.

Look!
Look at where you are.

I...
[CHUCKLES]

I am gobsmacked by you.
I-I'm in awe.

You gave me permission
to love myself.

I never looked back.

Hmm.

Welcome.
I'm Arlo Beck.

- Mr. Beck, we're, um...
- Congratulations.

You're beautiful.

Your pregnancy suits you.

But you're conflicted,
aren't you?

I can see you're terrified
about losing control,

about being vulnerable.
You've been hurt

badly in your life.
And I'm sorry about that.

Mr. Beck, we're NYPD.
We have a few questions

we'd like to ask you.

Oh...

Of course.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Vicky took, uh...
classes... workshops.

She was living in the house
for a few weeks

on an intensive program.

Lilah, who is my coordinator,
helped Vicky settle in.

And when is the last time
either of you saw her?

Yesterday.

She attended a workshop
in the city.

Something's wrong.
What happened to Vicky?

♪ ♪

Vicky was murdered
last night.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Do we know by whom?

We were hoping to talk
to you about her ex-boyfriend.

Brad Simon... he was
a line cook at Lucky Dive.

Yeah, Brad...
Brad's the reason

why Vicky came to Accredo.
He was abusive.

He hacked her Facebook
account last week,

and... he posted
these intimate photos.

Yeah, here.

You can see the caption.

"Payback, you fugly bitch,
for what you did to me".

"Now everyone can see
what a slutbag you are".

"This is just the beginning.
You deserve to die."

Yeah, I hooked up with
Vicky Parson, so what?

So, when was the last
time you saw her?

- I don't remember.
- You're gonna have to do

- a lot better than that, Brad.
- Why?

She was murdered
two nights ago.

- Are you serious?
- What do you think?

Look, I didn't have anything
to do with her being murdered.

Oh, yeah?, you got
anything to do with these?

I was at the bar that night.

- Which bar?
- A lot of them.

It's not tough to see
why she dropped your ass.

Look, she told me
I was holding her back.

She's an unemployed

public school teacher,
for Christ's sakes.

And what? You're writing
your Nobel Prize speech?

I'm going to own
my own joint someday.

As long as you can mash
potatoes.

You know, they got
a lot of mashed potatoes

up at Sing Sing.

Hartwood's.

Yeah, on Leroy Street.
That's where I was.

- Do you got a receipt?
- No.

I'm pretty sure I met
a girl, though.

"Pretty sure"?
What's her name?

- Look, I don't know, man.
- Leroy Street.

That is one block away

from the loft where
Vicky was murdered.

I was there 'cause Vicky
and I used to go to that bar.

All right.
So what happened, huh?

You get drunk?
You go back over to.

Vicky's place
for old time's sake.

She turns you down.
So you stab her to death.

Look, I posted the pics.
I did not kill her.

- I was angry.
- Oh, you were angry.

Well, whoever murdered
Vicky was very angry.

Thirteen stab wounds.
Raped her with a table leg.

What?

The thing I'm curious about,
though, is why would you carve

a chunk of flesh
from her ribcage?

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

You don't know what
I'm talking about?

This is what I'm talking
about, Brad.

Huh? Take a look.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

What were you cutting
out, Brad?

Was it a tattoo?

I bet it was
another guy's name.

Huh?

I want a lawyer.

♪ ♪

So what do you we
have on this guy

besides a shaky alibi
and revenge porn?

No record,
no official reports of DV,

and nothing to connect him
to the scene.

Well, his Facebook post
should be enough

for a search warrant.

- All right.
- Fin and Carisi'll do it.

I can still do my job.

Amanda, do you want
to move furniture?

'Cause I don't.

NYPD.
Anybody here?

- What's the warrant cover?
- Any evidence

of their relationship.

Meal receipts.
Strand of her hair.

So, everything.

- Yep.
- Great.

[DOOR SQUEAKS]

Did CSU find
a murder weapon?

No.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Hmm.

♪ ♪

What do we have here?

Hey, Fin!

Look at that.

- That's definitely blood.
- Yeah?

There's also some blood
on the jeans, here.

Guy'd be off the hook
if he'd just do his laundry.

The lab says the blood
on Brad's shoes and jeans

is a DNA match
to Vicky.

Okay.
What about the knife?

Nothing.

Liv, we may have a witness
on Brad's alibi.

We pulled security footage
from the bar

Brad said he went
to that night.

Brad was telling the truth
about Hartwood's.

Two blocks away from
the loft.

And he's also telling
the truth

about leaving with a woman.

Take a look at this.

That's outside
the time frame.

He could have killed her
before he went to the bar.

Well, we need to
talk to her.

See if she saw Brad arrive.
See if she saw blood.

- Hold on.
- Damn.

- What?
- What am I not seeing?

She's part of
Vicky's women's group.

- We met her at the house.
- Coincidence?

What is that?

Under her arm.
On her rib cage.

Carisi, go back,
and zoom in a little.

♪ ♪

Okay, that is
the same place and size

as where Vicky's ribcage
was cut out.

That's not just
a coincidence.

That's Brad Simon?

Is that Vicky's ex?

You didn't know?

Of course not.

Vicky never spoke
about him.

Well, she talked about
him all the time.

I-I never met him
or saw a picture of him.

Look, the reason I'm here...

the reason I came to Accredo
in the first place...

is how I dealt with men.
I'd be at a bar,

and a guy talked to me
for two seconds...

and I thought he wouldn't
like me.

So I....I let him
take control.

Anyway, at Accredo,
we're forced to face our fears.

Last night I took control.

By picking up
Vicky's ex?

I didn't know it was him.

So... so he took
you back to his apartment.

Where he promptly
passed out.

I left and took
an Uber back here.

Okay, and was...
was Brad already

at the bar when you arrived?

I don't know.
It was super busy.

What time did you get there?

After 9:30?
I remember checking my watch.

I-I didn't want
to stay out late.

Then I met Brad.

So, do you remember seeing
anything unusual?

Like... like blood
on his clothes.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

No.

You think...

He killed her before I...

♪ ♪

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

You two both had
a tattoo, right?

- What?
- Right there, under your arm... do you?

Actually, it's more...
it's more like a brand.

"A-H" maybe, an "M?"
What does that stand for?

It was Vicky's idea,
actually.

She wanted a symbol
of her progress.

Something she'd never forget.

I thought it was
a great idea.

So did I.

Now we'd loved to help
you put this to rest.

Okay, so you don't
mind if we take

a look around?

Well, if it'll help
put Brad behind bars...

- Be my guest.
- I'm gonna take the inside.

♪ ♪

Arlo's actually read
every one of them.

- How many men can say that?
- Oh.

How many people
can say that?

Most guys will say,
"Sure, I'm a feminist."

But when push
comes to shove,

the one who's promoted
is the one who plays golf,

talks sports, drinks bourbon,
smokes cigars...

Well, not that it
matters, but...

I run my unit.

But who runs you?

I can... I can help you
with that.

Really, Detective,
we have nothing to hide.

After you.

Yeah, you never know who's
gonna spend the night.

Why do you lock
the door?

Well, there's a time
and place for everything.

Before Arlo, I was running
the Commodities Department

at Parkhill, Hauser & Schiff.

And I was pretty damn
good at it, too.

- But?
- But the guys upstairs...

they put me there
because they had to.

Everybody knew it.
They had to prove

to the Street
they weren't sexist.

And sure, I was making
a lot of money.

But every morning...
Managing Partners' Meeting...

boys club was checking
my daily reports, just waiting

for me to crash and burn.

And after Arlo?

I marched into
that morning meeting,

and I said,
"I don't crash and burn."

I gave them my notice.
And opened my own shop.

Only women work for
me now.

I'm not gonna
lie to you.

A lot of the women who come
to me have sexual problems.

I bet they do.

And I'm sure you're happy
to cure them.

Well, they cure themselves,
actually.

I'm just, um...
how should I put it?

I'm just their coach.

Did Arlo tell Vicky
to quit her job?

You just don't get it.

Arlo doesn't tell us
to do anything.

We find that strength
within ourselves.

Did Vicky Parson
have sexual issues?

Well, she wasn't living
her life to her...

to its potential personally
and professionally.

Kind of like you.

- Excuse me?
- A woman becomes a cop. Why?

To establish power over men.
Why?

Because men have
A, disappointed her.

B, demeaned her.

How about C,

she believes the scum
should rot in prison.

Oh, the lies we
tell ourselves.

Let me guess...

You're not married to
the daddy, are you?

♪ ♪

[SCOFFS]

He's got a degree in
Classical Civilizations

and Astrobiology
from Cambridge.

Former badminton player.
He deferred a post doc

position at NASA
to move to the Amazon

where he lived with
the Piraha Tribe

for three years to study
the true meaning of happiness.

Oh yeah.
Talk about fudging a bio

to get with women...
okay.

Okay, he started Accredo
with a woman named

Marina Basso.
I didn't meet her, did you?

Arlo?
Oh, my God,

- we divorced six years ago.
- Hold on.

- You two were married?
- For two years.

After you two
started Accredo?

All things must die.

- Not this.
- Accredo's alive,

and apparently
it's doing very well.

Good for Arlo.

He was the smartest man
I ever met.

And empathetic.

That's what he calls
branding women?

Oh, you didn't know
about that?

No.
But I'm not surprised.

It's like a dog marking
his territory, I suppose.

Arlo's possessive?

He's possessive, obsessive,
reclusive, outgoing,

introspective, and could
charm meat from a lion...

or should I say
a lioness?

It was all a little
too much to live with.

So, you have nothing
to do with Accredo anymore?

- Not at all.
- Okay, then...

Why did you walk away?

If you must know...
it was completely personal.

I found out that Arlo
had been sleeping with Lilah.

That must have
pissed you off.

Actually, what pissed me off

is he said it
was for my own good.

To help me get past
my jealousy issues.

I'm sorry.
Nobody's that charming.

So the egotistical male
leader of an all-female group

is sleeping with
one of his acolytes.

It's not a shock.

It's also not illegal.

Or a motive for
Vicky's murder.

Okay, what I don't
buy is that Gina

just happened to run
into Brad.

This was orchestrated
so that she could plant

that blood in his apartment.

Or he killed her and we're
barking up a dead tree.

This guy Arlo has something
to do with this somehow.

Okay, you said that Vicky
wrote ten checks to Accredo?

Yeah, for almost 20 grand.

He'd need a thousand Vickys
to buy a house like that.

Arlo's not gonna give
us his financials.

Talk to one of
the other women.

Here we go. Let's meet
the women of Accredo.

"'Spiritual Yoga' at Hudson
River Park, 12:00 p.m."

"New recruits welcome."

You mean victims.

Lower all the way down...

into upward facing dog,
into downward dog.

Left leg comes through,
warrior two.

Control the breath.
Check your heart rate,

by pulse or by FitTrakr.

We've been advised not
to talk to the police anymore.

Who told you that?
Arlo?

He has our best interests
at heart.

What about Vicky's
best interest?

Lower all the way down.

Lilah...

I-it's him again.

Keep doing what you
were doing.

Hi. NYPD, you mind if we
talk to you for a second?

I wasn't doing anything.

You like taking pictures
of all the pretty girls?

No, just that Accredo Cult.

I'm gonna find something.

What are you talking about?

They brainwashed my wife.

Who's your wife?

Gina Goodrich.
Here.

[CAMERA BEEPS]

That's her.

And you want her back?

Screw that.
Look, I just want my money.

You gotta arrest them.
Charging people for this crap.

Let me see this.

[CAMERA BEEPS]

Whoa.
Hold on a second.

It's Vicky.

- We're taking this.
- Be my guest.

I told you all I know.

About you and Vicky?
Sit down.

Somehow you forgot
about this.

[SIGHS]

That's part of the process.

A foot on her neck?

It's called starting over.

That looks more like
the tail end of a brawl.

What were you guys
fighting about, Gina?

I didn't kill her.

I didn't ask you that.

It works.

It's part of
the Accredo method.

People pay to be humiliated?

No, they pay to
earn self-respect.

Nobody gives that to a woman.

She has to work...
work hard to realize it.

Let me tell you where
you are, Gina.

Your friend is dead.
And you were two blocks

from the house the night
she was murdered,

raped with a foreign object,
and mutilated.

And don't forget,
Gina was with Vicky's ex.

Yeah, and now
we see this photo of you

putting your foot on
her face?

Believe me,
it's not a stretch for a jury

to say, "Yeah.
That bitch is guilty."

- I didn't kill her.
- I don't believe you.

Jury's understand
love triangles, Gina.

Vicky was my serf.

- What?
- I was her lord.

She had to do whatever
I wanted.

Or what?

She wouldn't advance to the
next level of self-realization.

Self-realization?
[MUMBLES]

What happens there?

You're making fun of me.

I'm trying to help you.

Screw this.

- Get on the floor.
- What?

Get on the damn floor.

- [WINCING]
- Huh?

You feel empowered yet?
How's this? Huh?

- How about now?
- Amanda! Stop!

What?
She wants to feel demeaned?

- I'll demean her.
- It's gonna be a lot worse

in prison, Lieutenant.

Your husband told us about
the money you gave Arlo.

Gina...
Arlo is a con man.

- No.
- You know, he took a lot

more than money from you, too,
didn't he?

- Didn't he?
- Stop!

- Amanda.
- Did you kill Vicky?

I just did what my lord
told me to do.

So you did kill her?

I just put blood on
Brad's pants and sneakers.

Okay.
Who gave you the blood?

Where did you get
the blood?

[TENSE MUSIC]

Lilah.

Why?

Because Vicky had enough.

She was gonna leave us.
She was gonna betray Arlo.

♪ ♪

Your behavior was...

Unacceptable.

When I was growing up,
I had a TV in my room.

"Family Ties" was my favorite.
Alex P....

I really, really liked him.

And I would turn the
volume all the way up

so I couldn't hear what was
going on downstairs,

the screaming,
the cussing.

[LAUGHS]
We were not the Keatons.

Well, newsflash:
Nobody's family is.

My mom had this vase...

It wasn't expensive,
but she really loved it.

And...
he threw it at her.

It shattered into
a million pieces.

And that was right before
he beat the crap out of her.

I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.

The thing is,
I wasn't mad at him.

I was so mad at her.

You know, how?
How...

How could she let him?
How...

So, I know.
I know I was out of line.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Story of my life.

Did, uh... Gina rat out Arlo?

Only for blackmail.

So, to get into Arlo's
inner sanctum,

the girls have to give
collateral...

the deed to their house,
naked photos...

Like the ones Brad
took of Vicky.

And are you ready
for this?

The brand that we saw...
AHM...

It stands for
"At His Mercy."

Let's go arrest
this son of a bitch.

All we have is Gina's word.

She may be
covering her own skin.

Okay, if we could
put Lilah at the house...

- [PHONE BUZZES]
- We have no forensics.

There's nothing on
security cameras.

Just my trainer.
He's gonna yell at me

for not going running today.

Look, we checked the GPS
on Lilah's phone.

- She never left Accredo.
- Well, at least we know

her phone didn't.

Lilah wears a FitTrakr.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

The app...
uploads the data to the cloud.

♪ ♪

Max, this is great.
Thank you.

Hey! Lieu, we got her.
TARU came through big time.

Now, GPS puts Lilah in
the vicinity

of the loft,
but that is nothing.

Look at this.

Now this is a graph of
Lilah's heartrate

on the night of the murder.
Now, from 8:45 to 9:00pm,

it gets up to 110.
Now, that's gotta be her

going up the six flights
of steps

it took to get
to the crime scene.

- Right.
- Then it flattens out.

That's gotta be
the "Hi, how are you's."

They make some small talk.
Then 10 minutes later, boom.

It goes up to 130; it stays
elevated for 40 minutes.

It gets as high as
160, Lieu.

- That's the murder.
- That's what I'm thinking.

Pick her up.

Feel the heartbeat.

That's life's energy
passing between you.

Lilah Finch,
you're under arrest

for the murder of Vicky Parson.
Turn around.

Put your hands
behind your back.

[WOMEN GASPING]

♪ ♪

As you were.

♪ ♪

Not saying anything.

Okay.
Well, that's your choice.

That's what Arlo would want.
It's always what

Arlo wants, isn't it?

We didn't do anything wrong.

Well, that's for
a jury to decide.

But while you're in here,

what do you think
Arlo's doing?

- You don't know him.
- Yes, I do.

I know him very well.

You know, most of
the women in here...

are in here because
they believed a man's lies.

Ask them.
They'll be happy to tell you.

Has Arlo called you?

No?

Has he hired a lawyer?

No.

Has he posted bail, Lilah?

Has he reached out to you
in any way?

Arlo made me feel like
I could do anything...

overcome my fears,
be my best self.

You're asking me to say
that the last ten years

of my life meant nothing.

I'm asking you to look
at the next ten years.

The next 20 years.

I believe you
when you said that

that empowerment
and that strength...

It is in you.

And, Lilah, I know that
you're smart enough

to make the right decision.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Because, Lilah, let me
tell you something.

You only have two choices.

Lilah, be smart.

You can be silent

and spend the rest
of your life in prison.

Or you can make a deal
and testify against him.

And maybe...
maybe...

You can get out by
the time you're 50.

And believe me,
that's a lot of life left.

♪ ♪

What would I have done
if Vicky went to the cops?

I'd have nothing.

I'd have nobody.

Did Arlo tell you
to kill Vicky?

I couldn't face my fears.

Lilah.

What are you scared of, Lilah?

♪ ♪

I was scared to be alone.

You have no grounds to arrest

my client, let alone charge him.

Well, the DA disagrees.

With Gina's testimony
and Lilah's testimony,

we have second degree murder.

- Lilah confessed?
- Well, the good news is

is that Lilah doesn't have
to worry about being alone

for the next ten years,

because Lilah admitted to
killing Vicky on your orders

and Gina admitted to
framing Brad.

Sounds a lot like
conspiracy to me.

I didn't hear the word
"agreement" anywhere.

Yeah, I didn't hear your
client deny any of it either.

What do you have against me,
Detective Rollins?

I love every woman
in Accredo.

And they love me.

I'm sure they believe that.

Let me ask you...

Whoever put that baby
in your belly...

do you love him?

- Okay, we're done.
- No, no... it's okay.

You know what?
I don't... I don't love him.

Turns out...

I-I don't know a lot
about love.

But what I do know about:

You're just a con man,
a sex trafficker,

and a murderer.
And more importantly,

I know your con is over.

- We'll see.
- You know what the worst thing is?

What really pisses me off

is not that you conned
women out of their own money.

It's not that
you convince women

that it's in their best interest
to sleep with you.

It's not that you demean women

or humiliate women.
What really disgusts me...

is that you make women
feel good

about themselves.
Empowered.

Addicted to feeling invincible.

You know, I can see
that you're intelligent.

Empathetic.
So, you make women feel safe.

They feel heard.
And because they trust you,

they share
their deepest insecurities,

their weaknesses, with you.

And then you use
those vulnerabilities

to destroy them.

♪ ♪

You, Mr. Beck...

are the worst kind of
predator there is.

That... that was beautiful,
Lieutenant.

Arraign this prick.

You're kidding, right?

You got a problem with
a lawyer

zealously defending
her client?

What's he paying you?

- That's confidential.
- [CHUCKLES]

I just... I hope it's more
than a poke

and a lecture on
empowerment.

I have to arrange for
my client's bail.

Excuse me.

I saw you, Claudia.

I saw you in
our interrogation room.

Where's that self-respect
that Arlo

was supposed to have
given you?

'Cause we've
all been there.

How much, uh, self-respect
do you think I had

after one reckless night
gave me this?

How much self-hate?

I'm a damaged person, too,
Claudia.

Hell, there's probably men
that damaged me.

But I don't care.

'Cause I'm gonna put my head down

and I'm gonna get through
it, using the courage

or the stick-to-itivness or
whatever you want to call it...

that's... it's already
inside me.

And I'm gonna do it without
listening to the psycho-babble

that bastards like Arlo spew.

Oh, Claudia,
that's real... real strength.

♪ ♪

I hope you can find some.

♪ ♪

But I don't wanna
do homework.

You're in first grade now.
Mrs. Rozniak says

she wants you to practice
your spelling words.

- No.
- Hey! Whoa, Noah.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Everything okay?

I didn't realize there
was a stubborn sixes phase.

[PHONE BUZZES]

Great.
Yeah, this is Rollins.

Hey, Claudia...

Where?

That was Arlo's lawyer.
She posted bail

and now he's on his way to
Westchester County Airport.

I'll call County Police
on the way.

We're lucky...

His ex-wife forgot
to fuel up the private jet.

[AIRPLANE WHIRRING]

Thinking of all
the women we just saved.

Whatever you think
I did, save it.

Oh, do shut up, Arlo.

Wiser words
were never spoken.

- Thank you.
- No, thank you.

Get him in the car.
Let's get him out of here.

[SIGHS]

So, I'm gonna notify
1PP that I'm pregnant

and I'm gonna tell them
that you didn't know.

Amanda, you don't have
to do that.

No... I'm...
yeah, I do.

And it is going to kill me
to have to sit behind a desk.

But it's only a few months,
right?

The father, I wanted you
to know, is, um,

Al Pollack.
He's a cardiologist.

Doctor.
Nice.

Yeah, we'll see.

I'm really happy
for you, Amanda.

If I haven't said
that before.

I know.

[TENDER MUSIC]

♪ ♪

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