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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.

- Man, you're not half a
hitman from Juárez anymore.

You're a NYPD officer.

- But you don't think
Benson sees it like that.

- So you're gonna keep
protecting a murderer?

- Chili is the only
reason I'm alive.

- You will find that friend

and you will bring
him to justice.

- He might be living
in the northeast.

- Being a cop isn't
some sort of penance.

You owe a debt to the two
people that were killed.

- You're here early.

Shouldn't you be at home

alphabetizing your merit
badges or something?

- The Girl Scouts of America
is a good organization.

I learned a lot there.

- That was a joke.

I didn't know you actually
used to be a member.

- Well, I was.

- Well, in that case, I'll
take six boxes of thin mints.

- How about a coffee instead?

- No, I'm good.

Morning, Captain.

- Oh, good, you're here.

My office.

So...

any update on
finding your friend?

- I, uh... I made some calls.

- Well, that sounds promising.

- Look, I'm gonna find
him one of these days.

- Nope.

Today is that day.

So I had Carisi subpoena
some money transfers

to your friend's
mother down in Juárez.

- OK.

- A woman by the
name of El Santini

sent quite a few of them.

- El Santini.
- Does that name ring a bell?

- I have no idea who it is.

- Well, the money is being
sent from Camden, Maine.

- OK, so we call Camden PD.

- No, you're going up there.

- What?

It's, like, five hours away.

- Yeah, don't worry,
I'll give you somebody

to share the driving with.

- Churlish?

Can I take Muncy?

- No.
- Why not?

- Because the only thing worse
than a partner with no loyalty

is a partner with blind loyalty.

But you already know that.

You learned that from Chili.

- Oh, my God, Lorraine.

- [chuckles]
- You have outdone yourself.

- I'll give your
regards to the chef.

- Hmm, well, maybe I should
have sent him the bouquet.

- Mm.

- A toast.

To my second husband,
whom I adore.

My new beginning.

Perhaps a little
bit younger, but...

- We forged a new path.

- Oh, and I couldn't be happier.

- Happy anniversary, my love.

- Happy anniversary.

- Well, we'll need
another 300,000 or so,

which is doable

as long as that new lieutenant
mayor shuts his mouth

and votes yes, right?

- Money well spent.

- Time to check the market?

- Something tells
me it's going up.

- Up and down like clockwork.

- More like in-out, right?
[laughter]

- My husband, where is he?

- Oh, I'm sorry.
It's members only.

- Oh, that's right.

Where are my manners?

Where the hell is he, hmm?
- You don't have to do this.

- Where is he, hmm?

Harold, you son of a bitch.

Where are you?
- Alice?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
What are you doing?

- Oh, I found condoms
in his briefcase.

- Hey, Alice, calm down.
You've got this all wrong.

- Oh, I'm not an idiot, Roger.

Where is he?

Harold. Harold.

Harold.

Darling.

Harold!

[women gasp]

So this is why you
never come home?

- Calm down.
You're hysterical.

- Oh.
[gunshot]

- [screaming]

[groaning]

- How old are you girls?

- What are we looking at?

- Alice Wolcott,
novice skeet shooter.

She used her own husband's
reproductive organs

as her clay pigeon.

- Well, I'm assuming he did
something to deserve it.

- Well, she found some
condoms in his briefcase.

- And how old are these girls?

- 15.

All from Jersey.

Muncy's calling
their parents now.

- OK.

So bring the old
men to the precinct

and have Carisi meet us there.

- Excuse me, Captain Benson.

This guy says he knows you.

- Roger?

- Olivia, thank God.

This is all a huge
misunderstanding.

- Involving 15-year-old girls?

- Let me explain.

Harold's the real victim here.

He was shot by his wife.

I myself was a witness.

- Roger, I'm not
playing favorites here.

If you want to provide
some kind of context,

then I suggest you
talk to your wife.

- I will see her later at
dinner at Café Carlyle.

- You know one of the perps?

- Yeah.

He's the husband of
Lorraine Maxwell.

- Oh, we're arresting
the husband of the head

of the New York Trial Division?
- Oh, yeah.

If he's so much as touched
one of these girls,

we're gonna do a
lot more than that.

[dramatic music]

♪

If your boy Chili is
some badass cartel guy,

what the hell is he
doing up here in Maine?

- First of all, he's not my boy.

Let's get that straight.
- OK.

How about you explain how
he came to be in Maine?

- My guess, if
he's even up here,

and I'm not convinced he is,

he's part of a
distribution network.

- In this country?

- Girl, how do you think

drugs get to every
street corner of America?

- So it's possible that
Chili is loyal to the cartel

after all of these years?

- Loyalty is non-negotiable
in the cartel.

Nothing else matters.

That's why most
guys never get out.

- You did.
- Barely.

I was this close.

- To what?

- Dying.

Chili should have added me to
list the bodies that night.

- But he covered for
you and now you owe him.

- No, I didn't say that.
- You didn't have to.

It was all over your face.

That sick look when you
came out of Benson's office.

- Let's get out of here.

[phone ringing]

How about we go back
to riding in silence?

Detective Velasco.

Thanks, Sarge.

That cop from Camden
PD we reached out to

says El Santini's
got a clean sheet.

She works at a school...
Vice principal or something.

- Well, we've been
driving for five hours

and school's out for the night,

so why don't I find us a motel?

- OK.

- I may have overreacted
with the gun,

but I know what I saw.

- Which is what exactly?

- Harold and his
friends sitting there

like Renaissance
popes, pants down,

young girls half-naked
in their laps.

- This is a mess.
- This is less than ideal.

- How many actual
suspects do you have?

- Three men caught by a witness

for sexual contact with a minor.

- And the witness
being Alice Wolcott,

the one who clipped her
husband's nuts with bird shot?

- Harold Wolcott, who's
still in the hospital.

The other two, Francis
Fuller and Dean Roberts,

both waiting for the lawyers.

- And what about the
rest of the club members?

- Oh, we brought them all in

on suspicion of
promoting prostitution.

- [sighs]

Including Roger Briggs,
Maxwell's husband?

- Who claims he was
just having a drink.

- Underage girls
performing sex acts

at a club where he just happens
to be sipping a pimp's cup?

Were these girls paid?

Were they threatened? Coerced?

- Still untangling that web.

I mean, at best,
Roger thought that

these girls were granddaughters
of other club members.

- Or at worst,

he's participating in the
prostitution of minors.

- Well, either way,
it doesn't bode well

for Maxwell's second marriage.

- Or her career.

A scandal like this is
poison with the eighth floor.

Oh, great, she's here.

All right, I gotta go.

- I mean, Carisi, I'd
prefer that you didn't.

- Liv, she's my boss.

This is the definition
of conflict of interest.

- And we have no proof
that he's involved.

- Yet. We don't know...

- Captain.

Carisi.

What are we looking at here?

- Why don't you have a seat?

Um...

We arrested three men

allegedly engaged in sex acts

with 15 year old girls.

- Well, if that's
true, that's horrific,

but Roger swore to me that he
had no idea about any of this.

He was brought in in zip ties?
- Well, we voided his arrest.

We still need to talk to him.

- Oh, it's our anniversary.

- I heard. Dinner
at The Carlyle.

- [chuckles dryly] Seven years.

- Congratulations.

- Captain, you learn a lot
about a man in that time.

His morality, his character.

I assure you, Roger is innocent.

- Well...

let's hope that you don't
have to make those assurances,

uh, in front of a jury.

- My God.

- At first, we were
hired to be hostesses.

Greet members, take
coats, get drinks.

- But then things changed?

- Some of the guys
offered to pay

for more personal attention.

- What did that involve?
- Making out with them.

Letting them touch us.

Going into the sauna.

- Did you have sex
with these men?

- We never had sex-sex.

- It was just oral.

I was promised a Balenciaga bag.

- How did this start, Paige?

- Six months ago, me, Daniella,
and Tara were at the mall.

This guy came up to us,

said he could get us work at
an upscale club in the city.

- And who was this guy?

- My client had no idea

these girls were 15,
which is no defense.

- No, it's not.

- For starters, he's looking

at criminal sexual
act in the third.

We could tack on
child endangerment.

- Hang on.

He may be willing to give you
the name of a very big fish.

- The mastermind of
this whole sad chapter

of the Whitmere Club's
200-year history.

- Do you have any proof?

- He's been trading
Polaroids of these girls

like they're baseball cards.

- Trading?
- Or selling?

- Well, I'm not
gonna lie to you.

- No one is suggesting
that you are.

- I have seen one or two
of them at the club before.

- Roger, I strongly suggest

that we wait till Art
Blumfeld gets here

before we continue
this conversation.

- If you want to wait for
your lawyer, that's fine.

I understand.
- I have nothing to hide.

I was under the impression that
these girls were hostesses.

- And that's all?

- I'm sorry.

I wish there was more
I could tell you.

[door opens]

- Captain, there's
something you should hear.

- Excuse me.

- What do we get in
exchange for a name?

- Do we look like
lawyers to you?

- You barely look old
enough to be a cop.

- But older than 15.

Right, Francis?

So either he talks
or he doesn't.

What happens after that
is out of our hands.

We have to talk to our DA.
- Oh.

You will need to
talk to your DA.

- Because his name
is Roger Briggs,

Lorraine Maxwell's husband.

- All right, tell us how
her husband is involved.

- This goes beyond prostitution.

- If he's telling the
truth... Briggs' profited...

Sex trafficking.

- Francis is a liar.
- Not another word, Roger.

- I'm sorry, Lorraine.
- Not as sorry as you're gonna

be if you utter another
word without a lawyer.

- So figure out our
next move on the case?

- Yeah, we indicted
Francis Fuller,

Dean Roberts, and Harold Wolcott

on criminal sexual
acts in the third.

Francis Fuller's driving around

procuring the girls
from the mall.

- And what about
Maxwell's husband, Roger?

- Well, I don't have
enough to indict him

based solely on the words
of a co-conspirator.

You get anything
else from the girls?

- The girls swear
that every time

they saw Roger in the club,
he was just having a drink.

He never asked them
for sexual favors,

gave them money, gifts.

- And if he's involved in this,

then he's definitely smart
enough to cover his tracks.

- All right. So
what do you need?

- Besides a sleep study?
- Oh.

- I need a subpoena
for Roger's financials.

I need a search
warrant for his house.

- For his house?
[phone chimes]

You mean their house.
- Eh.

- So do we give
Maxwell a heads-up?

- She's already one
step ahead of us.

- I want to be transparent
about this whole situation,

and I appreciate

the awkward position that
it's putting you both in.

- In the spirit of
transparency, Ms. Maxwell,

we should not even
be here right now.

- Underage girls
were sexually abused.

Look, I want to
reassure you both

that no one wants
these perpetrators

brought to justice
more than I do.

- We appreciate that.

- But if Francis Fuller
is using my husband

in an attempt to
mitigate his own guilt,

I won't stand idly by.

- Well, neither will we.

But...

there is an allegation

that we are obligated
to investigate.

- Look, all I'm asking
is that before you decide

to execute a search warrant
or take any other steps,

you talk to Roger.

He's agreed to come in
and tell you his side.

- OK, I think we can do that.

OK, but, of course,
without you in the room.

- Of course.

[knocks at door]

- Can I help you?

- I'm Detective Velasco.

This is Officer Churlish.

- We have records that show
us that you send remittances

to one Paula Mendoza
in Juárez, Mexico.

- That's not illegal.

- No, it's not.

Um, could you tell us

why you would do this
for Miss Mendoza?

- I'm involved with
a Catholic charity.

We have a sister
church in Juárez.

Paula is a widow and
parishioner there.

She lives alone.

I felt bad for her.

- Right, so you just
wanted to help her out.

- Mm.
[school bell rings]

That's the warning
bell before recess.

Uh, I have to get going.

I hope I was able to help you.

- 20 grand in remittances
over a couple of years

to some widow in Mexico on
a vice principal salary?

- You think she's lying?
- You don't?

- Maybe she's a good person.

- That's convenient.
- What is?

- Your sudden air of
opportunistic faith in humanity

just because you want to go
back to Manhattan empty-handed.

- And why would I
want to do that?

- I don't know. You tell me.

[indistinct chatter]

Velasco, what's the problem?

- Nothing.

- Is that him?

- Yeah, that's him.

That's Chili.

- My client acknowledges

the Whitmere Club has
employed these girls.

There are paychecks
from the members fund,

but it's all legitimate.

- They were employees, huh?
In what capacity exactly?

- Well, as I said
before, as hostesses

and sometimes entertainers.

- Well, that's new
information. Go on.

- We installed a Grecian
pool earlier this year,

and some of the members thought
it might be period-appropriate

to employ a few... nymphets.

- Nymphets?

- They were decorative,
part of the scenery.

It was all very,
you know, Dionysian.

But they were somewhat
scantily clad.

So perhaps that's where
some of the confusion lies.

- No, there's no
confusion, Mr. Price.

- We have three girls on record

saying that they gave sexual
favors to club members

in exchange for money and gifts.

- And you've already charged
the three guilty men,

including Francis Fuller.

- Who made a serious
allegation against your client.

- Which is completely
unsubstantiated.

- Fuller's a predator,
but he's not stupid.

Why would he make patently
false allegations against you?

- He's trying to
get leverage on me.

Francis and I are in a real
estate venture together.

I hold the majority stake,

and he would do anything to
get me to sell my shares.

It's blackmail.

- So Roger said that Francis is
blackmailing him over a deal?

- He didn't tell you?

- No.

Because it's not true.

My husband is lying.

- How do you know that?

- Because Francis Fuller

sold his stake in the
property last year,

and the deal
immediately imploded.

And I only know because
his wife told me.

- So he assumed that he
could get away with the lie.

And he doesn't
know that you know?

- No, because we
never discussed it.

It was my money
that he lost, and...

I didn't want to emasculate him.

Get those warrants.

Any and all that a
judge will allow.

- We executed warrants
on Roger Briggs' phone,

home, office, his laptops,
his desk computer.

We're also searching the club.
- And?

- So far, nothing we
can use. He's clean.

No contact with
any of the girls.

No texts. No emails.

- What about his financials?

- Well, most of Roger's accounts

are shared with Maxwell.

His personal accounts barely
have any funds at all.

- Well, he could have hidden
assets overseas, right?

- That's gonna
take more digging.

- Muncy.

- What about the
club's financials?

- There's over a
thousand members.

We're still sorting through
withdrawals and deposits,

but these guys are putting
up a Nantucket red wasp wall.

- I'll get you subpoenas for
every member's financials

if I have to.

- You're not gonna
need to do that.

Units just went
through Roger's locker

at the club.

- What'd they find?

- We found nude photos
of all three girls

in a Dopp kit in Roger's locker.

- Well, that's absurd.

I mean, they were planted.

- Please shut up, Roger.

Are you here to arrest him?

- I'm sorry.

- We came alone.
There'll be no perp walk.

We'll take him to Central,
book him to the back entrance.

- No press, no cuffs.

We'll do this as
discreetly as possible.

- No, no, I'm not going
anywhere with you.

- Yes, you are and quietly.

And you're gonna keep
your mouth shut until...

- Until what, Lorraine?

Till you divorce me so
you can save your own ass?

- Until I figure out what to do.

- Let's go.

.

- I can't believe this guy's
just a schlubby teacher.

- After you left Juárez,
what was he doing?

- I mean, I heard stories.

As far as I know, he
stayed loyal to the cartel

and put in more work.

- So who knows how many
bodies this guy has on him?

- Yeah, but now look at him.

- Don't forget why we're here.

- Excuse me for wanting to
do a little more digging

before I ruin someone's life.

- How bad is it?

- The girls confirmed
that the Polaroids

were taken without
their knowledge.

- And did they say that
Roger used the photos

to threaten them?

- Fuller insinuated as much.

- So you have an
E felony at best,

possession of child pornography.

- I'll be arraigning
Roger in an hour.

Now, obviously, I can't ban
the press from the courtroom,

but I will expedite as
quickly as possible.

- Thank you so much for
the courtesy heads-up.

- Of course.

- Lorraine, I'm so
sorry about all of this.

- Mm, you know,

when I had the courage to
finally leave my ex-husband,

the settlement that
I was left with

was more money than
I could ever spend,

and Roger has no
money of his own.

I actually pay him
a monthly allowance.

- Huh.

- Am I somehow to
blame for all of this?

- Absolutely not.

Lorraine, I know that
you've already been

through one abusive marriage,
but that wasn't your fault,

and neither is this.

Roger's choices are
his and his alone.

- You always speak with
such conviction, Olivia.

I wish I could believe you now.

- Roger Briggs on three counts

of possessing an obscene
sexual performance by a child.

How do you plead?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.

- People on bail.

- We request 150,000.

- My client is looking
forward to defending himself.

And given his family
ties, it's highly unlikely

that he'd cause the
court any embarrassment.

- Even so, I am
setting bail at 50,000.

Bailiff. Next case.

- We have a lot to
talk about, Counselor.

- Yeah. Why don't
you go first?

- You'll never make sex
trafficking charges.

- Yeah?
- And those Polaroids,

the girls consented to them.

Not to mention the
definition of obscene

is a legally moving target.

- Why don't we let
a jury decide that?

Unless you're
willing to talk deal.

- Why would I do that?

- To spare everyone
the pain of a trial.

- Including Lorraine Maxwell?

Going after the boss' husband.

I give you credit for chutzpah.

There a promotion
in this for you?

- We've met a few
times, Mr. Blumfeld,

and I'll admit that I
don't know you very well,

but you apparently
don't know me at all.

Have a nice day.

- All right, we
followed these two here.

Now what's your plan?

- I'm thinking.

- I checked with the FBI.

We can get an unlawful
flight warrant.

- How about I just
talk to him, OK?

Hey, Chili.

- I know you?

- Anyone else calls you that?

- It's time to
relieve the sitter.

- You got a kid?

- All right, that's
it. Let's go.

- It's OK, honey.

I gotta sit here and
talk to my friend,

'cause it doesn't seem
like I got a choice.

It's Anthony Santini now.
- Santini.

What, have you become Italian
since the last time I saw you?

- It looks like
you became a cop.

- Look, I'm not here to
mess anyone's life up.

- No?
- I just want to talk to you.

- You don't say.

You think I'm stupid?

- No gun, no cuffs.

I'm not here to arrest anyone,
if that's what you're thinking.

- All the same, I don't
like talking to cops.

- OK.

Well, how about you talk
to that scared little boy

back in Juárez?

- You mean my partner?

My friend?

- 'Cause I'll tell you,

he's never gonna forget what
you did for him that night.

- I'm glad to hear it.

- You're not taking the plea?

With what they have,

you would get minimum jail
time or maybe even probation.

- I'm not guilty, Lorraine.

- Roger, do me the courtesy
of not lying to my face.

Given the weight of what
you could be facing,

I would say that
it's a fair deal.

- Fair? I can't go to prison.

- Roger, it would
be for a few months.

But if they can make
those trafficking charges,

there's not a DA in the country

who would waive
jail time for that.

- But they'll never make
those charges stick.

And we both know those
girls won't testify.

OK, OK, OK, OK.

I can't tell you how sorry I am

I have put you in this position.

I just wanted to make
my own way for once.

- Are you so delusional that
you actually believe that?

- You're only angry
because it's the first time

I haven't had to crawl
to you begging for money.

- [laughs] This
discussion is over.

- Lorraine, please.

I need you to make this go away.

- Even if I could put my finger
on the scale for you right now,

I would not.
- Then I have no choice

but to see this
through to trial.

Imagine the chaos.

Front page of "The Times"
every day for months.

What would the eighth floor say?

I promise you, if I go down,
you'll go down with me.

- I don't even know who you are.

- I'm the man you love.

Remember?

Happy anniversary, sweetheart.

- We were just little morritos

trying to put food on the table.

- I do not miss those days.

- I don't think about it much.

I keep those memories
where they belong...

In the past.

At least I try.

- Well, I'm not gonna lie.

I can't stop them from
creeping into my present.

- Why?

Hey.

You didn't do anything.

- You're right.

But I still had my gun
pointed at the father's chest.

He was trembling.

Remember, that's when he said...

- "No, por favor."

- And then the son comes in.

He looks right at us.

- That's when you froze.

- I never thanked you for
covering for me that night.

- I did what I did...

What I had to do...

Or we both would
have been dealt with.

- So how did you get
all the way up here?

- It's a long story.

- [chuckles]

- Well, brother, I
got nothing but time.

.

- So we're just going
home empty-handed?

- Will you just leave it alone?

- Benson is not gonna be
happy with either one of us.

- I guess you don't
know me that well yet,

do you, Chimney?

- I whacked a few more
dealers after that night.

You heard about the
drive-through motel massacre

in El Centro?

- Yeah.

- That was me.

- You know what that is, right?

- Evidence.
- Yep.

And to get it, I took a
page out of your playbook.

[phone buzzing]

I gotta get this.

Hey, Captain.

Yeah.

We got... we got what we needed.

We're about to
head home. Yeah.

- Hang up and get in the van.

- I gotta go.

- Saw you play an audio file
for your partner in there.

I want to hear it.

Play it.
- Now, listen...

- I said, play it!

- Let's just say
I did a good job

and they gave me a lot
of work after that.

But I found God.

I talked all this
through with him,

made things right with Jesus.

He forgives me.

And I'm asking you to
forgive me as well.

- Give me your phone.

- I can't do that.

- You see that place?

It's where me and Anthony met.

He was a busboy.

I knew he was running
from something.

- And that didn't bother you?

- Put his head down.

And he worked hard, and
he went back to school.

- So you helped him change.

- I believed he could.

So give me your phone.

- Now, listen to me,

I've looked down the
barrel of a gun before.

I've seen the look of somebody
who's gonna pull the trigger.

That's not you.

You're not a killer.

But your husband was.

- No, he wasn't my
Anthony back then.

- I know. I know.

- Please, please, please.

- I'm sorry.
- Please.

- I'm so sorry.
- Please.

[sobbing]

- You're home.

- Roger, this is not happening.

- Well, we never did get that
anniversary dinner, did we?

A promise is a promise.

- You're drunk.

- You always know me so well.

I'm offering an olive
branch, Lorraine.

Please.

Please sit down.

- I don't think so.

But I will have a drink.

- That's my girl.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Whatever else our problems were,

we always managed to
have fun, didn't we?

- Yes, we did.

- Um, one bite?

I put a lot into this.

- [chuckles] You
actually cooked?

I'm afraid to look
in the kitchen.

- DoorDash from Saint
Sebastian's, your favorite.

- I don't think so.
Good night, Roger.

- But you don't know
what you're missing.

All I wanted was to have
one more nice meal together.

Is that so much to ask?

- Yes, it is.

- You know, your
ex-husband was right,

the way he kept you in
line, humiliated you.

And I think you deserved it.

You're such a castrating bitch.

[choking]

- Oh, Roger.

[dialing]

[line trilling]

- 911. What's your emergency?

- My husband is choking.

Send someone right away, please.

- Roger Briggs choked
to death last night?

How am I just hearing
about this now?

- Because I figured
that you could use

at least one good
night of sleep.

Carisi, there's nothing
that you could have done.

- Well, what the hell happened?

Was he alone?
- Apparently.

Maxwell came home and found
him lying on the floor.

She called 911.

- Jesus. Is she OK?

- What do you think?

- You don't want to
know what I think.

- What does that mean?
- Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

- Carisi, what does that mean?

- Just...

You don't think the timing
is just a little convenient?

I mean, was this
divine intervention?

- The ME ruled it accidental.

- OK. OK.

So, uh, this was just
a tragic accident.

Is that what you think?

- I think that this is
a tragedy all around.

- Shouldn't you be at home?

Shift doesn't start
for another few hours.

- I had some stuff to get done.

- So you knew I'd be giving
Chili's confession to Benson,

and you what... You
wanted to watch?

Want me to get you some popcorn?

- I didn't come for
snacks or the sanctimony.

- So why are you here?

- I came to make sure you're OK.

- Well, since you are here,

I, uh...

I stopped at a
scout supply store.

I was gonna leave
this on your desk.

[laughs]

- You got me a Girl
Scout merit badge?

- It's for service.

I couldn't have done
this without you.

- Yeah you could have.
You just wouldn't have.

- Yeah, you're probably right.
- Yeah.

[laughs]
- You want some coffee?

- You're back.

How did it go?

- I recorded the guy.

- Without his knowledge?

Well, that's illegal in Maine.

- Well, he copped to
a hit in California

and another one in Arizona...

Both unsolved.

- And how do you feel?

- Like I did the right thing.

I still feel pretty bad.

- Now.

But you unburdened
yourself, Velasco.

And eventually, that's...

That's gonna feel really good.

- What are you gonna do with it?

- Well, I'm gonna listen to it,

and then I'm gonna decide
who to share it with next.

But it's out of your hands now.

- Are we good?

- We're good.

- He had dinner all laid out,
and he'd been waiting for me.

And... and then he was
just lying on the floor.

- And he was already dead.

- Well, he... he
started choking.

- And you couldn't help him?

- I tried, but there
was nothing I could do.

- Well, it sounds like
you did everything right.

You called 911 immediately.

- You checked the call log?

- I did.

- I loved him, you know,
despite everything.

Do you believe me?

- Whether I do or not,

there's no proof
to the contrary.

- So just another one
of our stalemates.

- Well, it still has
to be investigated.

- No, of course.

Should your
investigation come up

with anything other than
what I've told you...

- You'll be the first to know.

- So we have an understanding.

- Justice may be
blind, Lorraine,

but it's not entirely heartless.

However, you...

You will see how
heartless I can be

if this conversation ever
comes back to haunt me.

[tense music]

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[wolf howls]