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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.

Yeah, so...

And that's all you want to tell me?

Okay.

Then�we�are�done�here.

Hello,�Annabeth.

My�name�is�Olivia�Benson.

This�is�a�very�simple�case.

The�defendant,�Annabeth�Pearl,

hosted�a�dinner�party with�her�husband,�Thomas,

at�their�apartment on�West�26th�street.

Three�people�ate New�York�strip,

baked�potatoes, and�creamed�spinach.

Three�hours�later, when�the�guests�had�left

and�the�dishes�were�loaded into�the�dishwasher,

Annabeth�put�on�her�nightie...

walked�into�the�den...

picked�up�the�gun�that�was sitting�on�the�coffee�table,

and�shot�her�husband,�Thomas, three�times

while�he�was�watching�TV.

The�detectives assigned�to�this�case

will�tell�you�how they�arrested�Annabeth

less�than�an�hour�later at�a�local�eatery

with�the�murder�weapon still�in�her�possession.

They'll�tell�you�how, without�provocation,

she�confessed�to�the�murder.

Now,�the�defense�will�play on�your�emotions.

They'll�tell�you�about a�bad�marriage,

an�abused�wife.

But�what�they�can't�tell�you

is�that�Thomas ever�hit�Annabeth

or�that�she�was�ever in�imminent�fear

of�physical�harm.

This�is�a�very�simple�case.

Annabeth�Pearl�is�guilty of�murder�in�the�second�degree.

- How's it going? - Ah, great.

- Oof. - Oh, Jesus.

Hey,�I�wouldn't�drink�that

unless�your�tongue is�made�of�asbestos.

You... you could have told me that

before�I�burned�my�fingers.

Sorry.

Rollins,�SVU.

Yeah. Bucci, 2-8.

Whatcha�got?

Uh,�husband�and�wife�thing.

Yeah. Robbery at a bodega.

Teenage�girl�ripped�off a�case�of�tampons

while�her�boyfriend emptied�the�register.

Hmm.

I�hate�this. Waiting.

Not�me.

I�get�to�sit�here, read�the�paper.

Nobody's�calling�me�an�SOB, nobody's�shooting�at�me.

Life�could�be�worse.

Detective Bucci.

- Yeah? - You're on.

- Part 21. - All right.

- You alone? - Yep.

What�you�got?

All�right.

Anything�but�the�jellies.

Ooh,�thank�you.

No�sign�of�Liv?

No, I was hoping you heard something.

Scruples�are�a�hard�thing to�live�with.

What�if�she�doesn't�show?

Then�she�doesn't�show.

Her testimony will be the nails in Annabeth's coffin.

Without it, Stone...

Oh.

Will be hot as that cup of coffee.

What Mr. Stone didn't tell you

was�that�Thomas�took�one�bite of�his�New�York�strip,

spit�it�out,

and�then�told�Annabeth he�was�going

to�give�the�rest to�the�neighbor's�beagle.

What�Mr.�Stone�didn't�tell�you

was�that�that�dinner was�the�culmination

of�six�years�of�continuous psychological�abuse.

The�straw�that�crippled the�camel,�if�you�will.

Criticism,�insults,�blame...

all�of�which�served

to�diminish�Annabeth's�dignity,

destroy�her�self-worth,

and�erase�her�self-confidence.

Now,�Mr.�Stone�may�call

what Annabeth did "murder,"

But�I�call�it self-preservation.

I'm�sure�you�will,�too.

This room gives me the willies.

The�belly�of�the�beast.

Yeah, well, my belly feels like

the�professor's�about to�hand�out�the�final�exam.

It's Annabeth that should be nervous, not you.

This�is�wrong.

Don't go all Liv on us, all right?

The�woman�shot�her�husband

because�he�didn't�like her�dinner.

Life�should�be�so�easy.

Come�on,�not�you,�too.

I�don't�judge.

Is�it�hot�in�here?

Hell�always�is.

Yeah,�he�is.

- He's going full Liv. - Somebody has to.

Yeah,�that's�right.

And that "somebody" interrogated Annabeth.

I�wonder�who�that�could�be?

What�if�she�doesn't�show?

Look, man, we can only do our job.

- What, that's all this is to you? - Yeah.

I�get�up�in�the�morning and�I�get�dressed.

I�come�to�the�office. After�that,�I�go�home.

At�the�end�of�the�week,�I�get a�check�and�the�check�clears.

- That's called a job. - Okay, you know what?

It's�not�all�on�us, though,�Carisi.

We�do�our�part,

but�the�rest�is�up to�a�judge�and�jury.

All right, so what happens upstairs,

that�doesn't�concern�you at�all?

The short and sweet is fine with me.

Oh,�please,�give�me�a�break.

This�from�the�guy who�flew�to�Cuba

on�his�own�nickel to�catch�a�fugitive�rapist.

And�you, with�that�Labott�girl...

Enough.

Carisi,�have�a�donut.

Are�you�telling�me

that�you�never�even think�about�this?

I�mean,�the... the�responsibility?

The... the�power�that�we�have?

I�mean,�I�could�get�up on�that�stand�and�I�could�lie.

I�could�say, "Yeah,�Annabeth�told�me"

she�planned�on�killing�Thomas for�the�past�six�months."

Now,�I�do�that,�she�is�done.

No�question.

Or�I�could�say�I�don't�recall.

"I�don't�recall" to�anything�that�Stone�asks�me.

And�maybe�she�gets�to�live a�nice,�peaceful,�safe�life

- in�a�Chelsea�apartment. - Or�door�number�three...

you�tell�the�truth.

All�I'm�saying�is...

It's�a�lot�of�power.

And�who�the�hell�are�we?

Detective�Tutuola.

- Yo. - Part 33.

Carisi,�chill�out.

Have�some�donuts.

Jerry�Griffin.

He's�the�bartender at�the�Tatum.

He�met�me�outside�in�the�front.

He�told�me�Annabeth�Pearl was�inside�with�a�gun.

Mr. Griffin knew her personally?

Ms. Pearl and her husband lived across the street.

It�was�their�local�joint.

What, if anything, did you do then?

I�went�inside.

I�saw�Ms.�Pearl�sitting�alone

covered�in�blood

with�the�gun�sitting in�front�of�her�on�the�table.

Was there anything else on the table?

Yeah, what looked like a wedding ring.

Huh.

Thank�you,�Sergeant.

I�knew�Tommy,�you�know?

- Who? - Thomas Pearl.

The�deceased.

I�knew�him�in�the�Academy.

Once�a�prick,�always�a�prick.

That�explains�a�lot.

And the son of a bitch was in this world for himself.

Not�anymore,�he's�not.

This guy, he... he never picked up a tab in his life.

He�never�paid�off�his�bets.

He�was�this... this�macho�piece�of�crap

who�was�always�bragging�about

how�he�cheated on�his�girlfriend.

Thought�a�woman's�place was�behind�a�desk.

Yeah, him and how many other cops?

Come on, it's not like that anymore.

Oh, yeah? It's not?

Good�to�know.

Wait, somebody's been screwing with you?

Oh,�forget�it,�Carisi.

Look,�the�guy may�have�been�a�dick,

but�if�he's�gonna take�a�bullet�it�deserves�to�be

from�some... some�yahoo�hocking�heroin

or�robbing�a�bank or�something.

- Not from his wife. - Why?

Because�she�promised�to�honor, cherish,�and�obey�him?

Because�he's�a�cop.

Hey.

Just... come�on,�loosen�up.

- All right, all right. - Right?

Where�the�hell�is�Lieu?

You�should�be�happy.

If�she�doesn't�show�up, Annabeth�will�probably�walk.

Hey,�Lieu.

I,�uh,�wasn't�sure you�were�gonna�show�up.

- Well, neither was I. - Yeah.

So,�uh,�listen,�on... on�this�one,

there's... there's�ways that�you�can

maybe�color�your�testimony.

I�mean,�not�out�and�out�lie,

but�just�maybe�you�emphasize certain�parts.

What... what�Annabeth�told�you.

Other�parts,�not�so�much.

Really,�Carisi?

Well, you're the one that interrogated Annabeth,

so�people�are�gonna�be pretty�interested in�what�you�have�to�say.

- Well, if I say. - Lieu, I'm sorry.

I'm�not�feeling�okay about�this�case,�okay?

Maybe�I�feel�like�SOBs like�Tommy�Pearl

get�exactly�what�they�deserve.

When a cop gets killed, it's an itch I can't scratch.

He's a cop who abused his wife!

With his words. Annabeth didn't have to listen.

Look, guys, stop. Stop.

And�law�without�empathy...

doesn't�help�anyone,�Rollins.

I...

I'm�all�about�empathy.

Come�on,�it's... it's�coming�out�of�my�ears.

For�eight�years I'm�drowning�in�it.

What about Tommy's gun, huh? He just puts it on the table...

Yeah, he left it out. Did he ever point it at her?

- Amanda. - Did he threaten her?

This�is�not�freshman�English.

We�don't�have�to�read between�the�lines.

- It's not our job. - Maybe it is.

Maybe�we�shouldn't ignore�the�fact

that�Annabeth�was�a�victim.

Well, that kind of doesn't work

because�it's�her�husband who's�the�one�in�the�casket.

He�was�a�cop.

Liv,�he�wore�the�same�shield as�we�do.

My lieutenant was convinced there was domestic abuse.

Was�there?

Well, her husband never hit her,

if�that's�what�you�mean.

Is that the only kind of abuse contemplated

- by�the�statute? - Objection,

the witness is not an attorney.

Withdrawn.

How�many�times was�Mr.�Pearl�shot,�Sergeant?

Three.

And�where�were�the�wounds?

Two in the chest and one in the crotch.

Interesting.

Nothing�further.

Redirect.

Sergeant,�did�the�defendant, Annabeth�Pearl,

ever�claim�that�she�was�raped by�her�husband?

Not�that�I'm�aware�of.

Thank�you.

Listen, my man, is...

is there anything you can do about�this�heat?

I'll tell Wally, but I doubt it's gonna change.

One�thermostat for�the�whole�floor.

Judge�Finkel�likes�it�this�way.

Well, why don't you see what you can do, okay?

- Thank you. - Sure will.

Well...

You�guys�have�a�nice�day.

You,�too.

Sometimes I wish I had a job like that guy.

Oh, so you could listen to cops bitch all day long?

Something without consequence.

Think what you mean to say is that you wish

that�you�weren't�cursed with�a�conscience.

Well, it's definitely a burden.

It�also�makes�us�human.

- Unless you're a sociopath. - Oh, come on.

You... you�actually�think that�Annabeth�is�a�sociopath?

I think she knew what she was doing,

and�I�think�she�didn't�care.

Or she didn't see another way out.

Yeah,�there�we�go.

Well, luckily we don't have to read her mind.

But�we�do,�Rollins.

Eighty�grand�a�year and�we�get�to�determine

who's�spending�the�rest of�their�life�in�a�cage

and�who's�gonna�eat�dinner at�Del�Frisco's.

Worrying about it is way above our pay grade.

We�do�worry�about�it.

At�least... at�least�we�usually�do.

Yeah? You never wanted to put a�couple�of�pops

between�some�guy's�eyes?

I�mean...

you�know, 'cause�I've�wanted�to,�and�I...

I�would�have�really�enjoyed�it.

- But�I�didn't. - Because you knew

that it was wrong.

Because I knew the consequences

and�I�chose�not�to.

And maybe she didn't have that luxury.

Annabeth�chose�it.

She�chose�to�end that�man's�life.

She�chose�to�take someone's�life.

To�break�the�law.

It's�free�will.

I�mean,�come�on, we�all�learn�about�it

- in�Sunday�school. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We're... we're free, all right.

We're�free�to�believe in�the�guy�upstairs�or�not.

It's�like�a�perjury�trap.

Okay,�all�we�have�to�do

is�go�up�on�the�stand and�say�what�happened!

There's�no�choices!

There's�no�consequences�to�you!

They put a crown of thorns on Jesus,

but�that�did�not�make�him�king.

What is he talking about?

And�neither�does�our�shield.

But what we say in that courtroom, Lieutenant,

how�we�say�it,�this... this�game could�be�over�before�it�starts.

You know what, if you want to commit perjury

because�Tommy�hurt Annabeth's�feelings...

Damn it, Rollins, it is more complicated

than�that�and�you�know�it.

- Okay. - "Perjury."

I'm�talking�about the�truth�here, and�I'm�gonna�make�sure

- the�jury�sees�it. - Yeah?

And�Liv's�testimony�is�gonna turn�them�the�other�way.

If...

I�tell�them�exactly, verbatim...

what�Annabeth�told�me.

Lieutenant...

I�know�the�law�better than�anybody�in�this�room,

but�I�also�know my�moral�responsibility.

Killing�Tommy was�Annabeth's�only�option.

Now,�the�law�says that�that's�wrong.

- But morally... - You're not a priest, Carisi.

Morally,�the�result�is�just.

You know what, I've got one question for you:

Why�didn't�she�walk out�the�door?

Why�didn't�she�leave the�damn�bastard?

- Are you kidding me, Amanda? - No!

For�it�to�be a�justifiable�homicide,

there�had�to�be an�imminent�threat

of�death�or... or�serious physical�harm,�right?

And�was�Tommy�about to�beat�Annabeth?

No. Was�he�about�to�rape�her?

No!

You�know�how�I�know�that?

Because�that's�what she�told�you.

When�I�was�in�the�bag,

I�took a�domestic�disturbance�call.

All�right?

Craig�and�Ellen�Carter.

Their�neighbor�was�complaining because�they�were�screaming

at�each�other�all�night. They�were�cursing.

So�I�show�up.

I�calm�everybody�down

and�do,�you�know, what�we're�supposed�to�do.

And�I'm�looking�at�this�guy and�I�can�just�see�in�his�eyes.

And�he's�got�that�smirk, you�know?

So�I�take�Ellen�outside, and�I�say,�"Listen.

Listen,�you've�gotta stand�up�for�yourself."

I�told�her�that�she�needed to�leave�this�guy.

But�there's�no�signs of�physical�violence

so�that's... that's�all�I�can�do.

A�month�later...

I�get�another�call.

The�same�house, same�complaint.

Only�this�time...

Craig�is�taking�her�head and�bashing�it

against�the�wall, and�she's�dead.

So�don't�you stand�there�and�say

that�all�she�had�to�do was�walk�out�the�damn�door!

Detective�Carisi.

That's�me.

Part�33.

Mr. Griffin, the bartender at the restaurant,

told�me�that�Annabeth�lived across�the�street.

So�based�on�the�way that�she�was�dressed,

I�assumed�that�she'd�just come�from�home.

So�I�went�over�there.

And what did you do once you arrived at her apartment?

I rang the bell, I knocked. There was no answer.

So�I�tried�the�door, which�was�unlocked.

- I went inside. - Were there signs of a fight?

Well, it's impossible to tell.

Excuse�me?

It's�impossible�to�tell.

The�defendant�could�have easily�straightened�up

before�she�left�the�apartment,

or�even�before she�shot�her�husband.

That's not what I asked, Detective.

Uh,�once�you�were inside�the�apartment,

were�there�signs�of�a�fight?

No.

Okay.

You�know,�Liv,�I�love�you...

Okay?

And�I�respect�you...

more�than�anyone I've�ever�met�in�my�life.

Don't�take�this the�wrong�way...

but�sometimes...

you�see�victims

where�there�aren't�any.

Annabeth Pearl was abused by her husband.

Her�friends�disagree.

Nobody�knows�what�goes�on

behind�closed�doors in�a�marriage.

Including�you.

All�you�have is�Annabeth's�word.

Amanda, I'm sorry about what your father did

to�your�mother.

See?

I�mean,�that's�exactly

what�I'm�talking�about.

My�mother�didn't�have to�be�a�victim.

I'm not talking about your mother.

I'm�talking�about�you.

Do�you�really�think that�your�father

beating�the�hell out�of�your�mother

in�front�of�you...

didn't...

color�your�whole�universe?

Sure�it�did.

But�not�in�the�way�you�think.

'Cause�I�remember sitting�in�my�room

staring�out�the�window...

after�one�of�their knock-down�drag-outs,

and�I�remember�looking out�the�window

and�there�was�a... a�streetlamp, and�it�was...

the�closest�one was�on�the�corner,

so�it�was... it�was�dark,�eerie.

And�I�sat�there...

looking�out, watching�and�waiting...

and�praying�for�my�daddy to�come�back.

Uh,�and�the�son�of�a�bitch

just�beat�the�snot out�of�my�mother,

but�I�wanted�him�back�home.

Of�course�you�did,

'cause�all�children want�their�parents�together

no�matter�what,�Amanda.

Good,�bad,�indifferent...

She could have called the sheriff.

I�mean,�Christ,�we�had a�gun�locker�in�the�house.

But�she�had�to�be�a�martyr.

I�mean,�I�don't�think she'd�know�what�to�do with�herself

if�she�wasn't suffering�or�cowering.

Yes, because he made her like that.

You�don't�know!

There�was�a�weakness�in�her!

There�was�a�weakness,

and�it�was�there before�they�ever�even�met.

How�do�you�know�that?

Because�this�is�this.

It's�not�that.

But�you�know,�I... I�know.

Believe�me,�I�know,

because�I�was�the�one staring�out�that�window

waiting�for�my�daddy's�shadow

to�come�out of�that�street�lamp.

Come�up�the�sidewalk, up�the�front�walk,

and�back�into�our�house.

I�was�the�one that�was�petrified

that�I�would�end�up�weak like�my�mom

if�he�didn't�come�back!

Amanda,�that's�not�a�reason

to�hate�your�mother.

Maybe�it's�time...

for�you�to�come�out from�under�that�shadow.

There was an EMS team on the scene.

They�determined that�she�sustained

no�physical�injuries.

They�also�said that�she�was�in�shock.

Did the paramedic indicate how long she was in shock?

They didn't say anything about that,

but�it's... it's�possible that�she�was�in�shock

before�she�fired�that�weapon.

- Before? - Yeah, it's not unusual...

Objection.

It's�your�witness,�Counselor.

Overruled.

It's�not�uncommon

for�a�victim to�go�into�survival�mode

once�they've�been�threatened.

She�may�not�have�known what�she�was�doing.

One�more�thing,�Detective.

This�isn't�exactly what�the�room�looked�like

when�you�went�into�it,�is�it?

Uh,�no.

The�television�was�on.

I'm confused. The apartment's not that big.

If�the�TV�was�on�when you�walked�in�the�front�door,

I�think�you�would�have heard�it.

Well, the TV was on but the volume was muted.

Almost as if Tommy and Annabeth spoke

before�she�shot�him.

I�wouldn't�know�about�that.

But�they�might�have,�right?

In�fact,�it�is�possible that�Tommy�said,

"I�love�you,�sweetie."

Yeah,�it's�possible.

It's�also�possible�he�said, "You�ruined�my�dinner,�bitch.

Now�I'm�gonna�kill�you."

Your�Honor!

Nothing�further.

Well, on that, we're gonna break for lunch.

You look like your witness just committed treason, Peter.

Liv.

What�the�hell's going�on�down�there?

Excuse�me?

When I walked into that courtroom this morning,

I�had�a�no-lose�case.

Now,�two�witnesses�later,

I�am�treading�water and�gasping�for�air.

- So Carisi got creative. - He "got creative"?

He's�a�cop!

He's�supposed to�get�on�that�stand

and�tell�the�truth. That's it.

- Did he lie? - Liv,�come�on.

You�and�I�both�know�the�truth comes�in�many�colors.

So maybe Carisi picked the one

that�he�could�live�with.

I�knew�it.

I�knew�you�were�behind�this.

You�wanna�do�me�a�favor?

You�keep�your�bleeding�heart out�of�my�courtroom.

So what is your dilemma? Just do what Carisi said.

Just�fudge�it. Generalize,�minimize.

And�what�if�I'm�wrong?

Annabeth�told�me

that�she�didn't�regret killing�him�for�a�minute.

Lack of remorse is not an element of a crime.

You think a jury gives a damn?

If�I�testify�truthfully,

then�this�becomes a�revenge�killing

that�is�never�justified.

This�woman�goes�to�prison

for�a�very�long�time.

- Truth's�a�bitch. - I�know�in�my�gut...

that�she�was�powerless to�leave�her�husband.

I�know�that.

But she was strong enough to pull the trigger.

That's naive, Amanda, and you know it.

What�about�the�gun?

What�about�it?

Well, he didn't leave it out just for show.

Okay, did Annabeth ever say that he threatened her with it?

No, she didn't have to because he left it out.

She�saw�it.

She�saw�it�when�she�woke�up in�the�morning.

She�saw�it�when she�made�dinner. She�saw�it.

She�saw�it�last�thing before�she�went�to�bed.

And she read between the lines.

Amanda.

Come�on.

You�and�I�both�know

what�he�was�telling�her with�that�gun.

He�was�telling�her

that�I�could�kill�you at�any�minute,

and�I�would�probably get�away�with�it.

Tommy is the one that ended up

- with�the�bullets in�him,�though. - Yeah, and�where�was�he�shot?

Two�in�the�heart and�one�in�the�groin.

And�believe�you�me, that�last�one was�not�a�mistake.

- That was not a miss. - Did she say that to you?

She�didn't�have�to.

You�have�no�idea...

what�utter�terror�is.

What�pure...

and�utter�terror�is.

You�know,�they�say that�your�heart�beats�faster,

but�that's�not�true. It�doesn't.

It�stops. Everything�stops.

You�don't�breathe�because...

you're�scared that�it�might�upset�him.

And�if�you�get�a�cramp in�your�foot,

you�tell�yourself, "Just�let�it�throb."

Because�you'll�live through�that�pain.

And�that's�a�hell of�a�lot�better�than�what...

what�he'll�do�to�you.

And�the�pain�is... is�so�complete

and�it's�so... it's�so�overwhelming.

You�can�go�without�food�for...

For�three�days...

and�you�don't�close�your�eyes because�you...

because�you're�scared�that...

you'll�never�open�them�again.

You�pray.

You�pray...

"Please,�God...

"don't�let�him

climb�on�top�of�me�again."

Okay,�Liv.

I�am�so�sorry.

Nobody should have to live like that.

Nobody.

Tommy Pearl is not William Lewis.

Annabeth�was�not�held�hostage.

Wasn't�she?

She�lived�with�that�fear

every�day�for�six�years.

But�maybe�we're�all�victims.

Maybe...

maybe�we're...

we're�just�all�victims of�our�past.

But�the�good�news is�that�I�am�just

a�rebuttal�witness,

which�means�I'm�only�used if�needed.

What are you gonna do if Stone needs you?

I�don't�know.

But�somebody�has�to�stand�up for�Annabeth,

and�somebody�has�to�tell�her...

has�to�tell�her that�she�survived

and�she's�gonna�be�okay.

Detective�Rollins.

Part�33.

I haven't finished my apple pie yet.

I don't know. They just told me...

I'm�pulling�your�leg,�guy.

Go.

You don't want those to, uh, go to waste.

The�donuts.

Oh,�I'm�sorry.

Yes,�of�course. Please.

Charlie.

I've�had�a�sweet�tooth since�I�was�a�kid.

You�mind�if�I,�uh,�take�home a�cruller�to�my�wife?

She loves crullers.

How�long�you�been�married?

34�years�next�Tuesday.

You're a good husband, Charlie.

Ah,�it's�easy.

All�it�takes�is�a�little�love.

I took the defendant's initial statement

when�she�came�in�to�the�squad.

And�what�did�she�say�to�you?

She said she'd killed her husband.

What�did�you�do�after�that?

I asked her if she wanted a lawyer present,

and�she�said,�"I�did�it.

Why�would�I�need�a�lawyer?"

Did�she�tell�you�why

she�killed�her�husband of�six�years?

She�did.

She�said�he�didn't�like her�dinner.

Thank�you,�Detective�Rollins.

Do you recognize this, Annabeth?

Looks�like�Tommy's�gun.

That's�right.

You've�seen�it�before?

Every�night�when�he�came�home from�work,

he�took�it�out and�he�cleaned�it.

And then he put it away in a gun locker.

No.

He�kept�it�out�where�he�could always�get�to�it.

I�asked�him I�don't�know�how�many�times

to�put�the�gun�away...

but�he�refused.

Did�he�say�why?

He�said�he�was�a�cop.

It�was�part�of�him.

He�said�seeing�it...

knowing�it�was�there made�him�feel�strong.

Like�a�man?

That's�what�he�said.

Objection. Your Honor.

What's a trial without some good old fashioned histrionics?

You've�made�your�point, Counselor.

How did the gun make you feel, Annabeth?

Weak.

Scared.

It�was�always where�I�could�see�it.

It�was�like�a�lion�showing its�teeth�to�a�zebra.

"I'm�the�king."

"You're�less�than."

You�are�not�less�than.

That's�a�joke.

My�heart�pounds when�I�shop�for�food.

Will�Tommy�like�this, or�will�he�dump�it�on�the�floor

for�me�to�clean�up?

My�hand,�it�shakes when�I�answer�the�phone.

It'll�be�Tommy�telling�me his�friend�saw�me�flirting

with�someone�at�the�cleaner's.

I�used�to�take�business�classes at�Hunter�College.

Tommy�told�me�to�quit. Said�I�was�too�stupid.

It�was�a�waste�of�money.

Did you ever tell your family about how he was treating you?

How�about�a�friend?

I�used�to�have�friends.

Lots�of�them.

Tommy�said�they�weren't good�enough�for�us.

Now�all�we�have are�his�friends.

Thank�you,�Annabeth.

Did your husband ever hit you, Mrs. Pearl?

Did�Tommy�ever�hit�you?

No.

Did�he�ever�rape�you?

We had sex lots of times when I didn't want to.

Did�you�tell�him�that?

No.

I�was�too�scared.

So in six years of marriage, you never once said...

"I'm�not�in�the�mood."

"I'm�too�tired," "I�have�a�headache,"

or "I... I just don't want to"?

No.

I'm�sorry,�Mrs.�Pearl...

but�that's�not�rape.

- Objection! - You know better, Mr. Stone.

That�man�was�raping�me

from the moment I said "I do"!

Come�on,�who�ate�my�jellies?

You�okay?

- Liv. - Yeah, I'm fine.

I...

what's�happening�upstairs?

Bloodbath.

Whose�blood?

Well, you know how they say you only die once?

Well,�that's�a�lie... at�least�for�Tommy�Pearl.

So�Stone�is�gonna�call�me.

If he wants any shot at winning this case, yeah.

Fin,�what�am�I�gonna�do?

Running's�not�an�option?

I�didn't�think�so.

I�mean,�as�far�as�I�can�see,

this�is�just�another�case to�me.

Listen, your BS doesn't fly with me.

I�should�know�that�by�now.

Fin,�I'm...

I'm�asking�you...

Do�you�think�Annabeth belongs�in�prison?

Liv, half the guys I grew up with are in prison.

Do�they�belong�there?

They�don't�think�so.

But�you�do?

It's�not�my�place�to�judge.

Oh,�my�God.

Again�with�your�BS.

Look, last Sunday I went fishing

off�of�Sheepshead�Bay.

Four�hours�passed, not�a�nibble.

Then�right�when�I'm�ready to�pack�it�up,

my�rod�starts�jerking.

So�I�start�reeling. I'm�reeling.

I�swear,�I've�never�had a�perp�fight�that�hard.

And�then�there�it�was,

flopping�around on�the�deck�of�the�boat,

a 35-pound�bluefish.

The�most�beautiful�thing I've�ever�seen�in�my�life.

That's... that's�great,�Fin.

I�threw�it�back�in�the�bay.

Anything�that's�willing

to�fight�that�hard to�stay�alive

deserves�to�live.

Like�Annabeth.

Just�saying.

So�you're�telling�me...

to�lie.

I'm�just�saying,

that�blue's�not�gonna get�hooked�again.

But�that's�just�me.

So I guess you didn't come here to...

get�some�donuts.

Lieutenant�Benson.

Part�33.

Lieutenant�Olivia�Benson?

Yes.

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the�whole�truth, and�nothing�but�the�truth?

I�do.

Please state your name for the record.

Lieutenant�Olivia�Benson.

Did you have the opportunity to interrogate the defendant

after�she�confessed to�killing�her�husband?

I�did.

Did she express remorse for what she did?

You have to understand, under the circumstances...

Just please,�answer�the�question.

Taken out of context,

her�words�can�be�misconstrued.

Lieutenant.

You�just�reached�out and�put�your�hand�on�the�Bible

and�swore�to�tell�us�the�truth.

Did�the�defendant, Ms.�Annabeth�Pearl,

express�remorse...

for�what�she�did?

No.

What, if anything, did she say in that regard?

She�said�that...

she�said�that�she�was�glad

that�her�husband�was�dead...

And�that�she'd�prayed about�it�for�years.

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