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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.

Charlie?

Mommy...

- Mommy...
- Charlie.

By yourself, little man?

Madre De dios!

Help! Help!

Someone help!

You SVU?

- Lieutenant Benson.
- Sergeant Tutuola.

Who the hell stabs a kid?

Top of my head? The devil.

Okay, how old is he?

Five... six. Knife wound to the belly.

Ambulance took him to Saint Vincent's.

Name's Charlie Mill.

He was wandering down
the street bleeding.

Neighbor's maid spotted him.

- He live around here?
- That one. Door's open.

Okay, the rest of the family inside?

Yes and no.

I was gonna get this bed
for Noah for Christmas.

Oh, Jesus.

Doesn't get much more brutal than this.

I figure he's been like this
no more than two hours.

Son, daughter, daddy.

Let's just hope there's no mommy.

We're probably looking
at a 7-inch blade.

The father and the daughter were stabbed

12 and 3 times respectively...
the boy, twice.

None of them had defensive wounds.

So they were killed while they slept?

Yeah.

Okay, you find anything
else you'll let us know?

I will. Okay.

So there's no sign of forced entry.

Coffee's on in the kitchen,
empty cereal bowl.

Just another day.

Yeah, until it wasn't.

The mother is Anna Mill. She
works for a law firm...

Schwartz, Medley, and Clark.

Neighbor said she
leaves around 8:00 a.m.

Hey, Rollins. What's up?

Charlie didn't make it.

Okay. This is not the kind of thing

that a mother should hear on the phone.

I'll tell her.

They said not to disturb them.

They're under a lot
of pressure right now

- prepping for an IRS audit.
- Is this them?

- Yes.
- On my desk...

- Can I help you?
- I tried to stop him.

NYPD. I need to speak to Anna Mill.

Unless this is life or death...

Unfortunately, it is.

What is it?

Maybe we should do this in private.

All of them?

I am so sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

All right.

Charlie has a soccer
game this afternoon.

I should call, Coach...

Mrs. Mill.

Um...

there's no evidence that
your home was robbed.

What are you saying?

You mean somebody wanted...

That's... that's what
we're thinking now.

Did... did anybody have a grudge...

My children are dead.

What kind of a grudge

would cause somebody
to kill my children?

Maybe it's possible your
husband had an enemy?

Maybe a coworker?

No, he... he works alone.
He... he's a writer.

So... so Julian did work
mainly from your home?

Yes, he's... he would pick up
the kids from school every day

and he would make dinner.

He'd tuck them in at night.

Everyone said Rachel
looked just like me.

She was much prettier.

Smarter.

Um...

did anyone have a key to your home?

Just Dolores.

Who is Dolores?

Dolores Alvarez. She's our nanny.

She's been with us for almost ten years.

She works every day but Sunday.

So she was supposed to work today?

Have you heard from her this morning?

No.

But she's like... she's like family.

I mean, she wouldn't...
she wouldn't hurt any...

NYPD!

All I know is my mom raised four kids.

We didn't have a nanny.

It's hard raising kids
while you're working.

Looks like a happy
family, minus the mom.

It doesn't look like Dolores
stays around here too much.

Hey, look at this.

Um...

"Today I took the kids to
hippo park with Julian.

"They love the dad but
they need their mama.

Anna doesn't know what
a sweet man she has."

Hey, Carisi. Check this out.

Just out the wash and still wet.

Yeah. So is this.

I wanna know what you
know about Dolores.

- She's the Mills' nanny.
- Right.

She's a good person.

She loved those babies. She was...
she was happy.

'Kay.

Do you know if she has any family here?

You think she killed them.

No, um...

The truth is, we can't find her.

You know, whoever did do this,
they could have hurt her too.

Anything you can tell me could help.

She has a brother.

- Emilio.
- Okay.

He lives in the Bronx, too.

Dolores usually spends
her day off with him.

- I got a green card.
- And we're happy for you.

We're more concerned with your sister.

Right, blame the brown people.

Look who you're talking to, dude.

Listen, is she here or not?

- No.
- Then I'm sure you won't mind

us looking around, right?

You work, Emilio?

I'm a mechanic. At the Midas Muffler.

Late start. On at noon.

On at noon, huh?

When was the last time
you spoke to Dolores?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

What's going on back here, Emilio?

Nothing. I... I said, "nothing."

I don't think so.

She didn't do nothing! Don't hurt her.

Dolores Alvarez, you're under arrest

for the murder of three people.

They were dead when I got there.

There was so much blood.

You must have been
scared out of your mind.

- What did you do?
- I loved them.

I know you did, Dolores.

Can you tell us what time you...
you got to the Mills' house?

At 8:30, like always.

- Was the door open?
- No, it was locked.

- I have a key.
- What'd you do then?

I went to the kitchen to make
breakfast for the children.

I called out to them.
There was no answer.

I thought everybody overslept.

So I went upstairs.

Who'd you go to first?

To Mr. Julian's room.

I knocked and then I called his name.

Nobody answered.

I looked in and saw the blood.

I tried to shake him.

He didn't move, and then I
thought about the children.

I went to Rachel's...

Did you shake her, too?

She didn't move, either.

And then I looked into Charlie's room.

There was blood everywhere, so I ran.

You ran? You didn't touch Charlie?

I was frightened.

I didn't kill them.

Dolores, answer this for me.

How did the knife get to your place?

It was in Mr. Julian's bed.

I don't know why I picked it up.

Then I realized...

That your fingerprints were all over it?

I knew you were going to blame me.

I don't know what we're looking for.

A reason why a family was murdered.

Hi. I got nothing.

Blood's still being analyzed,
not that it matters.

Carisi, she worked here.

She worked for them for ten years.

They trusted her. She
didn't just wake up

and commit a triple homicide.

She did run, Liv.

Yes, because she walked
into a blood bath

and was scared out of her mind.

Okay, the diary.

Dolores spent a lot of
time with Mr. Mill.

She didn't exactly mind his company.

Maybe he got tired of hers.

Yeah, maybe they were having
an affair, he calls it off.

Wouldn't be the first
home wrecking nanny

on the Upper West Side.

Talk to the other neighbors.

Talk to the other nannies.

Charlie was such a good boy.

He wouldn't leave the stoop

unless Dolores was holding his hand.

What about Mr. Mills?

Did Dolores ever talk about him?

Just to say she'd like to
work with him forever.

I saw them at Gristedes once.

Julian and Dolores were
arguing over the milk.

Non-fat or 2%.

They were like an old married couple.

It seemed a little... questionable.

- People are talking.
- What are they saying?

I ain't no gossip.

Oh yeah, well, I hate
to burst your bubble,

Mavis, but you just did.

Jenny tell me she saw
Mr. Mill and Delores

at the coffee shop.

All right, what were they doing?

Drinking coffee, man, in
the middle of the day.

Julian isn't like that...
wasn't like that.

He's... No, he's... he loves us.

He loves our family. Me.

Okay.

So, we have Delores' diary, and in it...

What? So she actually wrote in there

- that they slept together?
- No.

But she did say that they
spent a lot of time together

alone when you were at work.

And she implied that she would make

a better wife to Julian than you.

We know that he loved
you, and we think that...

that he told her that.

So... so she kills my husband?

She kills my children because, what...
he rejected her?

God!

He didn't even want a nanny. I insisted.

I invited her into my home.

This is all my fault.

- Anna.
- Why didn't I listen?

- He could have told me...
- Y-you cannot blame...

- You cannot blame yourself.
- Please. Please. Can I go?

Yes, of course.

Can we have somebody drive you

- to your hotel?
- No.

- No, thank you.
- I am fine.

I'm fine.

I don't know how she
gets through the day.

I don't either.

'Cause we do. We invite these
strangers into our homes,

let them take complete
control of our children.

If I went home right now, I don't...

I don't think I could leave Noah.

We're doing this all wrong, Liv.

Hi. Finally got Julian's
voicemail back from TARU.

Listen to this.

Julian, I'm gonna kill you for this.

You screwed me, pal.

It's from a Tom Bernstein.

He lives on the Lower East Side.

Mr. Bernstein.

This can't be happening. I mean, who...

It could be someone who Julian,
and I quote, "screwed."

You think I killed him?

Please, we've been friends for 20 years

ever since we both got our
break in the same issue

of "New York Quarterly."

We both blew our 140 bucks
on beers at the White Horse.

The White Horse. What... what is that?

It's where Dylan Thomas
drank himself to death.

We dreamed of writing our
own lyrical ballads.

That's what that phone
message was about.

We were supposed to spend three months

in the South of France and write.

And Julian pulled the plug?

More like Anna.

She wasn't gonna foot the bill.

Yes, I was angry, but
not enough to kill.

Why would Anna nix the trip?

Julian told me that Anna
let the ski lodge in Vail

fall into foreclosure.

She was trying to keep
it together around him,

but he could tell something was up.

Somebody killed them over money?

One of the top two
reasons people get dead.

I think Mr. Bernstein
was pulling your leg.

Anna Mill's got over $3 million

- in securities and cash.
- That after paying off

- the mortgage on the brownstone.
- Hold on, hold on.

So what, we're just gonna
forget about Dolores?

I mean, she's in Rikers. I
don't think they're gonna

give her the key. Liv wants us to cover

- all the bases.
- This is odd.

Julian's supposed to be a
writer, right, a poet?

- It sounds better than "unemployed."
- Well,

he's got a money market
account at Central

that's worth over 1.6 million.

Must have written a hell of a poem.

And it's all from salaries
from a GBT legal services.

- What's that?
- Um...

Okay, they've been providing
supplemental legal services

for major law firms since 2011.

Why would they hire a poet?

'Cause they didn't have a choice.

Julian was the president
and the sole shareholder.

Tell us about the consulting firm GBT.

- What's that?
- Supposedly they offer

supplemental legal
services for law firms.

Why would we need someone
else to service our clients?

You tell us... your company
wrote regular checks to 'em.

Anna's husband was the president?

The bills are all expensed
to Anna's clients.

That must have been what red
flagged the firm for the audit.

She had to know that that was coming.

What do you say we take
a look at her office?

I hate to get all legal
on you here, but...

considering where we are,
you're gonna need a warrant.

So the amounts that
that law firm billed,

the clients never noticed that
they were paying expenses

- to an outside company.
- That she owned.

It was actually her husband's,

but I just don't think
he was in on this.

Why, because poets don't like money?

Okay. Anna's office was
on East 49th Street.

The mailbox was on West 121st street.

Julian didn't do anything all day.

If he was in on this, it
would have made more sense

if he'd just picked up
the checks himself.

Would have taken a lot of trips,

because GBT took in over $3 million

in the last six years.

Okay, so maybe Anna's a thief,

but that doesn't make
her a murderer, guys.

We're talking about her children.

Nobody's saying that, Liv.

All right, what if, uh,

what if she owed money to somebody

that was not on the books?

And she was late in
paying that person back.

- Just doesn't make sense.
- Why would anyone kill the kids?

Liv.

Tennis shoes.

No, tennis shoes with what looks like

a spot of blood on 'em.

I found these in Anna Mill's
office, in her desk drawer.

Jesus, I can't believe this.

Oh, my God.

Mothers don't kill their babies.

Wow.

Um, okay.

Get 'em to the lab.

I-I'll call Fitz and I'll see if...

if maybe we missed a
shoe print or something.

Oh, my God.

Wh-what about Dolores?

It's too soon to release her.

I gotta say, I won't be upset
if it's not the nanny.

You'd rather it be the mother?

You want some coffee?

No, thank you.

If you want some later,
just let me know.

Why does everybody keep asking me

if I would like coffee?

My sister, my friends.

As if coffee will make it go away.

You know what's not gonna go away?

These.

I found them in your
desk at your office.

I wear them to work. It's
easier on the subway.

Yeah, but, uh,

Rachel's blood is on the right one.

CSU found a small print
by your daughter's bed.

It's a perfect match.

My baby.

You killed them...

didn't you, Anna?

You did this.

Of course I did this.

I had to.

You had to kill your children?

Don't you see?

They're so much better off now.

How do you plead, Mrs. Mill?

Mm-hmm.

Not guilty.

By reason of mental defect, Judge.

The people request remand.

Mr. O'Boyle?

Your Honor, my client's
on so much medication

she needs help to get out of the shower.

She is not going to run.

Judge, she confessed
to killing her family.

$2 million bail. All cash.

Your Honor, my client's
accounts have all been frozen

pending another criminal proceeding.

Well, then she certainly has a problem.

Next.

Be strong. I'll see you soon.

I know, I know. What am I doing here?

Well, turns out that
my client, her firm,

has a satellite office in Chicago,

and I did some work for
her once upon a time.

Mrs. Mill is a... good lady.

Bedbug crazy. But a good lady.

You look, uh, I don't know, distraught?

Three murders does that to me.

I loved them.

I loved them all more than anything.

Then I don't understand
why you killed them.

I ate lunch at a diner every day

round the corner from my office.

I bring my work. I sit at the counter.

And last week, I saw a cockroach.

And it was scurrying its
way up the metal hood

right above the grill.

And it could feel the heat...

and it was doing its best

not to fall down into
the sizzling grease.

And up he'd go, scurrying up the hood,

and then he'd slide back down,
catching himself on the ledge.

Over and over, up and down.

And then finally he just dropped.

Ssss.

Sss... pop.

And you related to the bug?

No, I was the ledge.

My children...

I had to save them before they
dropped onto the burning grill.

Which was inevitable?

Wouldn't you rather die
in your sleep, Doctor?

'Cause I couldn't bear
to watch them pop.

She's what the textbooks
call a family annihilator.

It's typically an upper
middle class male...

in this case a female...

who can't stand to see
their family suffer.

So she kills them.

In her mind, it's better
than the alternative.

It's usually triggered by
a big financial setback.

Like when you're caught
stealing from your clients.

Her life is over. She wants
to spare her husband

and her children the pain
of going on without her.

I'm sorry, are you buying any of this?

because to me it sounds
like some made-up syndrome

cooked up by a defense attorney.

Bottom line: She believed
the murders were necessary

even though she knew they were wrong.

Good, then she's not legally insane.

Not to us, but to a
jury looking at a woman

who killed her children,
she's per Se crazy.

And Mr. O'Boyle's going to make

a seven-course meal out of it.

What can I do?

Prove she planned the killing?

You didn't come to the
Bronx to apologize to me.

Actually I did, but I
do have some questions

that I'd like to ask you.

To help you convict Mrs. Anna?

I'm just trying to
figure out what happened

and why she did what she did.

I will never understand.

Well, to be honest with you,

I won't either, but...

but I've got to try, if that's okay.

So, Delores, when... when is the
last time you spoke with her?

The night before.

I stayed late because
Mr. Julian went to sleep early.

What did you talk about?

The children.

She wanted to know if
Rachel did her homework.

Okay, did she...

did she say anything about her husband?

Did she...

did she say anything about Charlie?

Dolores, did she say anything else?

What is it?

It's nothing.

Just tell me.

Usually when I'm leaving,

Mrs. Anna says "Buenas Noches."

Good night.

That night, she said "adios."

"Good-bye"?

And she kissed me.

She never kisses me.

Well, thank you, um, thank you, Dolores.

Um, you've... you've
been extremely helpful.

For ten years, she treated me so well.

She helped me stay in this country.

My brother, too.

I would have nothing without her.

You take care of yourself.

Well, it's a start.

Anna knew what she was gonna do
the night before she did it.

Look, we're splitting legal hairs here.

Insane. Not insane.

She kissed the nanny.
She said, "Good-bye."

She planned on killing her family.

And she deserves to be punished.

Exactly. So what kind of
legal system do we have

if a woman like Anna Mill
could end up in a hospital

and not in prison?

I hope one of you had the clam chowder.

It's the best I've had since
I dropped my kid off at BU.

- Billy O'Boyle.
- Olivia Benson.

- Like I don't know.
- Mr. O'Boyle does...

- Billy.
- Does his homework.

Well, can I buy you two a drink?

Actually, I have a son at home.

But thank you.

I don't know how you do it.

I know you're top-of-the-line at one,

but how do you rate at the other?

- Good-bye.
- Good night.

Open mouth, insert foot.

I don't know when I'm gonna realize:

the fairer sex is the
more sensitive sex.

So you gotta hand it to 'em these days.

They gotta be smart, pretty,

bring home the bacon and
fry it up in the pan.

Hm. You know, that sounds
like an opening statement.

Oh... why didn't I think of that?

I spoke with Mrs. Mill several times.

The first was shortly after
she committed the murders.

Objection.

The defendant admitted
she murdered her family.

No, she did not... she
stated that she killed them.

It does not become murder
until the people establish

the necessary Mens Rea.

It is the defense position
that a mental defect

prevented her from ever
forming the requisite intent.

Sustained.

Please continue, Lieutenant.

I spoke with her shortly after

she killed her husband, Julian,

her daughter, Rachel,

and her son, Charlie.

And how did she act?

She was traumatized by their deaths,

she was emotional, she was disoriented.

Did she appear sane?

- Yes.
- What about the last time

- you spoke with her?
- I've been a cop for 20 years,

and never in my career

have I seen anything like this.

She convinced herself that
murdering her children

and murdering her husband
was the only choice.

So, this woman deserves to be in prison.

She's not "legally" insane.

Thank you.

How many years have you been
a professional psychiatrist?

I'm not a psychiatrist.

A psychologist?

I'm just a cop.

So you really can't tell us
whether or not Mrs. Mill

is a card-carrying
schizophrenic who hears voices

telling her to kill her family.

No, but the psychiatrist can.

You heard Dr. Abernathy's testimony.

She said that the defendant
did not hear voices.

So then is it fair to say,
in your professional opinion

as a cop, that when you
spoke with Mrs. Mill

after the killing, she did not
appear to be legally insane?

Yes, that is correct.

Then what about earlier?

Earlier, when she raised
the knife and plunged it

into the tender bodies of her
children and her husband...

the three people that she
loved the most in the world.

What about then? Did she appear
to be insane to you then?

Unfortunately I wasn't there then.

But that's the moment.

That's the only moment that matters.

Isn't it, Lieutenant?

I said, "not at work."

I know, but...

Oh, damn it, Al, I hate word games.

Okay, we'll talk.

Those are pretty.

I said, "not at the office."

And he said that they're not for me.

Who are they for?

Ah. Smooth.

- Yeah.
- How was court?

How do you think?

I couldn't even step into that building.

I don't care if she's crazy.

That woman should be
taken from the earth.

You know, last night I...

I put Noah to bed,
kissed him good night,

I turned out the light and then...

And then I just stood there...
watching him sleep.

For two hours.

I did the same thing.

Sometimes life just... sucks.

- Amanda.
- Yeah?

You should keep those flowers.

Why?

'Cause sometimes we just...

we just need a little pretty.

Right.

And if I told this jury
that you loved your family,

would that be a true statement?

Of course I loved them. I
would do anything for them.

So, you wanna hide them from
all the ugliness in the world?

That's right.

Is that why you work so hard?

Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?

Well, who told you that, Anna?

I knew that.

I grew... I grew up in
a basement apartment.

My family had nothing,

I had to work for
everything that I have.

And everywhere I looked,
every book I read,

every magazine, or
television show, movie,

there were successful and happy
women with beautiful families.

They were running companies.
They were running for Congress.

What if you couldn't do that?

I had to do that.

I had to do that so that
my life would be perfect.

Was your life perfect?

I had to. For Charlie, for Rachel.

You had to?

And is that what you were thinking

when you... killed your family?

I was outside of myself.

I watched... as another
woman stabbed them.

She was saving them from the pain.

From the ugliness of a
life that just wasn't...

Wasn't perfect.

I'd like you to look at this photo

if you don't mind, Mrs. Mill.

I know it's a lot of ugliness.

Objection.

Withdrawn.

It's a lot of pain.

Your honor.

Move on, Mr. Stone.

This other woman,

the one you saw saving your
family from the suffering,

did you say anything to her?

- Excuse me?
- You testified

it was like watching another woman.

I just wanted to know
if you spoke to her

before she stabbed your
husband and your children.

- No.
- Did you try and stop her?

- She wasn't real.
- But you thought she was,

isn't that right? I
mean, that's your proof

that you're insane.

No, I didn't try to stop her.

Because you wanted them
dead, isn't that right?

Because I wanted to protect them.

- They're better off now.
- Better off than what?

- Facing a world without...
- Without what, Mrs. Mill?

- Well, isn't it obvious?
- No. It's not.

Without me.

I've got news for you, Mrs. Mill.

- You're not so great.
- Objection.

Sustained.

I shelter them, I protect them.

It is a hard world, Mr. Stone,

and I didn't want to watch my
babies be swallowed up by it.

Then why didn't you just kill yourself?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

Everything has to be perfect.

That...

that is exactly what Anna
Mill had in her head.

"I have to."

"I have to." "I have to."

"I have to go to school, get a job,"

"get married, beget 2.3 children."

"If I don't, I have failed."

"What happens to my 2.3 children?"

Anna Mill, she heard voices in her head.

She heard the voice of her
own mother telling her,

"You need to earn money,
or the world will eat you"

"and your offspring raw."

She heard Betty Friedan and
Gloria Steinem telling her,

"You are the equal to any man."

She heard Hillary say,

"Aim high, but rely only on yourself."

"I have to, I have to, I have to, I..."

And then what happens when you can't?

It's enough to... drive you crazy.

Crazy to do what Anna Mill did.

You would have to be... crazy.

You know, I almost fell
into Mr. O'Boyle's trap.

I very nearly stood up here and
told you that today's woman

can do it all.

She can have everything.

But that's a lie,

and we... we all know it.

Surely women can have it all...

but just not all at the same time.

This case, it isn't about feminism.

It's about what was going
on in Anna Mill's head

when she stabbed her son, her
daughter, and her husband.

Did she know what she was doing?

She told us she wanted them dead.

Did she know it was wrong?

She let the police believe
her nanny was the killer.

That's it. It's that simple.

Under hundreds of years of
case law, she is not insane.

And here's the truth:

I feel for every woman in this courtroom

and the completely
unrealistic expectations

that society puts on you.

But that does not allow you
to kill without consequence.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the first count of the indictment

of murder in the second
degree of Charles Mill,

we find the defendant

not guilty.

On the second count, murder
in the second degree

of Rachel Mill, we find the defendant

not guilty.

On the third count of the indictment,

murder in the second
degree of Julian Mill,

we find the defendant, Anna Mill,

guilty.

The jury couldn't accept

that a sane woman would
kill her children.

- Who could?
- I meant legally sane.

I know what you meant.

Lieutenant Benson.

Thank you.

Anna Mill just hung herself in her cell.

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