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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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