All language subtitles for Law and Order Special Victims Unit S26E02 Excavation

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.

Long time.

I thought
I'd never see you again.

How about a shot?

Tequila, right?

You remembered.

Yeah.
I also remembered this.

Last time I saw you,

you said if you ever came back,

I should give it to you.

Just one.

Okay.

So why'd you come in today?

My stepfather has

talked my mother
into buying a condo.

I have to help them move.

Maggie.

I was on my way, I swear.

Me and Charles have
done enough to cover for you.

Fine.

It's on me.

How are we gonna fit
everything?

It's three bedrooms, dear.

All done
with the hall closet.

Finally.

I'm so sorry.
I lost track of time.

That's because you never
wear that watch we gave you.

Charles.

You gonna take
the sunglasses off,

or has it been one
of your rough mornings?

Charles!

Give your big sister
the benefit of the doubt.

How long has it been?
Four months?

I'm so proud of you.

Mwah.

Uh, Mom,
where do you want us?

How about the furnace room
downstairs?

It's all your crap anyway.

I asked Mother.

Ugh, are you sure you girls
don't want silverware?

We have so many sets.

both:
No.

Mom, where do you want us?

Movers are gonna be
here in an hour.

I haven't set foot
in the basement.

It's your childhood stuff.

You figure out what
you want to keep.

See? The basement.

Told you.

Oh, my God.

I just found your monkey.

Oh, my gosh.

Banana for a thumb.

I always thought
this thing was so creepy.

You used to take that thing
in the bath.

- Did I?
- Yes.

I don't remember that.

Oh, Mom kept baby clothes.

Yeah, she can't wait until
one of us gets pregnant.

Oh, you should
go through this.

I just found your
favorite yellow nightgown.

Okay, how the hell

do you remember more
about my childhood than I do?

Here's your
first grade report card.

Thank you. I'm so smart.

Yeah, well, show-off.

What are we gonna do
with all of these games?

I don't know.

Oh, my gosh.

We're fine.

We're fine.

These Pokémon cards
are probably worth a ton.

Oh, you're such a nerd.

This Charizard is, like,
2 grand!

Maybe I should keep it
for my kid.

Oh, and all these records?

I don't know.

What about...

I have to go.

Maggie?

What's wrong?

Last week's DD-5s
for you to sign off on.

I guess you forgot?

I guess I'll stick around

and get some
of that sweet overtime.

Check in
with the desk sergeant.

Yeah, so guy got caught

licking the foot of some kid
at a West Side play area,

but security's got him.

All right, bring him in.

Okay.

Hi.

I'm Captain Benson.
Can I help you?

I'm not sure.
I, uh--

I just--I wanted to talk
to somebody.

Okay.

Okay.

Did--did something happen?

I think--
I think I was abused

when I was eight years old.

Is this--is this the first time
you're telling anyone?

Yes.

And is that because
you're just remembering it now?

No, um, he wrote about it.

I--I found it in his diary.

He?

My stepfather.

"I sat at the bed beside her,

"laid a hand under
her yellow nightgown.

"There was no reaction,

"so I let my hand
explore further up.

Her thigh, her hip,
her stomach."

Why do you think
this is about you?

Um, Maggie--Maggie,
what makes you think, um,

that your stepfather
wrote this?

I know his handwriting.

What's his name?

Um--

Judge Leonard Andrews.

The federal judge?

He's retired.

And what is it, um,
about this diary

that makes you think
it's about you?

It's the--
the yellow nightgown,

the--the
eight-year-old stepdaughter.

But your name
is never mentioned.

It's dated in 2001.

I mean, take a guess
how old I was then.

Okay.

And you don't remember
any of the abuse?

No, I--

not exactly.

You don't believe me.
- No, no.

It's not that
we don't believe you.

It's just that
if you don't remember,

this--this is a very hard case
to make.

Even with the diary.

Who else lived with you
when you were eight?

My mother,
my half-brother, Charles,

my half-sister, Peyton.

Do you think
they would remember

any of your stepfather's
behavior towards you?

My siblings are
younger than me.

Are they aware
that you found this diary?

No.

Uh, not yet.

Can I ask,

what's your relationship
with your stepfather like now?

We're close,
but he's hard on me.

I'm not living up
to my full potential.

Meaning what?

I have a drinking problem.

I can't hold down a job or--
or a relationship.

Okay, we understand.

So we can investigate.

But this is
a very complicated case.

Yeah, there's a statute
of limitations.

Oh, I don't want this
going to court.

Well, um,

if what you're saying is true,
we may not have a choice.

Forget it, then.

No, no, I just--

I wanted to know
if it really happened.

Okay.

So we can definitely
send the journal to the lab

and have it tested
for prints and DNA.

But in addition, I will need
to speak with our ADA.

Will my stepfather find out?

We're on your side.

And if we investigate this,
we will keep it very quiet.

But there may come a point

when we're gonna need
to speak with your family.

Look,
it's been over 20 years,

so if you wanna take
another day to think about it,

it won't hurt our case.

You know,
why don't I give you my card?

Okay?

You call me
if you remember anything.

Okay?

Okay.

We're talking about
the Judge Andrews?

So you know him?

By reputation.

That guy goes quail hunting

with the former
attorney general.

He was shortlisted to be
a Supreme Court appointment.

Oh, great.
So he's connected.

Revered might be
a better word.

Well, let's see what
adjective folks use

if they find out what
Maggie's saying is true.

This guy is
a former Rhodes Scholar.

Why the hell would
he write down

the details of what he did?

Well, that's for us
to figure out.

But I'm telling you that
Maggie has all the hallmarks

of a victim of sexual assault.

Issues with alcohol,

she has a history
of failed relationships.

Okay, all of which hurt her
as a witness.

Can she even recall this abuse?

Not really.

So according to the diary,

um, she was asleep
during the encounters.

So--

How am I supposed
to get a court order

for his handwriting,
let alone charge the judge?

Memory can come back.

Well, I hope it does.

For all our sakes.

In the meantime...

vet Maggie.

Really, Carisi?

Really? You think
that she's making this up?

Listen, when people
flame out in life,

they almost never
blame themselves.

The pages of this diary
tell a different story.

Well, then we'll need to find

someone in her family
who can corroborate,

because you do not try to whack
a guy like Judge Andrews

until you have enough
to do it in broad daylight.

Are there any more red flags
with Maggie Andrews?

Six months in rehab as a teen

at one of those
Outward Bound-type schools.

Well, she was forthcoming
with her substance abuse.

Any record?

Two DUIs, both dismissed.

All right, what about
her employment history?

She bounced from job to job.

Dog walking,
house sitting, barista.

Okay. You follow up
with her employers?

Yeah.
She was late a lot.

Her half-brother, Charles,

just graduated
the Naval Academy.

Her half-sister, Peyton,
is in biotech.

- And what about the mother?
- She's a working pediatrician.

Is there any history

of Maggie
making false allegations?

No, not that we found.

Benson.

Captain Benson, it's--
it's Peyton Andrews.

I'm Maggie's sister.

Peyton. Is everything okay?

She's wasted
here at my parents' house.

I--I found your card
in her bag.

I want you to text me
your address.

I will be there
as soon as I can.

All right, in the meantime,
call 911, okay?

We have a problem.

How's Maggie?

She won't come out
of her room.

Your card says Sex Crimes.

Why has she been
talking to you?

Maggie didn't tell her.

She just keeps
yelling about my dad.

He's lying.

Officer, we got it from here.

I hate him, I hate him.

Call a bus.

Maggie.
He's lying.

Maggie.

I remember.
- Okay.

Okay, sweetheart.

Let's--let's get you up, okay?

Let's get you up here.

He was here in my room.

He was right there.

Okay.

We're gonna get you the help
that you need, okay?

Okay, come on.

- Hey.
- How's Maggie?

Well, she needs stitches

and her blood alcohol was
three times the legal limit.

What the hell happened?

According to her,
she recovered a memory

of her abuse as a child.

Maggie came to Sex Crimes
about my father?

Were you with her when

she was cleaning out
your parents' basement?

Yes, but as far as I knew,
I thought that she was just

going through some old papers.

Well, one of those papers
was a diary.

And what was in it?

The description
of the sexual abuse

of an eight-year-old girl.

Did it say that it
was Maggie?

No, not specifically,

but the girl was referred to
as a stepdaughter.

Peyton, do you remember
anything at all

being off between your dad
and Maggie?

Maggie was eight.
I--I was only five.

Okay. It's okay.

- 'Cause my parents--
- Peyton.

What is this?
What's going on?

Captain Renee Curry, NYPD.

NYPD?

How's my daughter's relapse
a police matter?

Judge Andrews?

Captain Benson, SVU.

Why is SVU involved
in a family matter?

Captain Benson?

Um, I'm actually going to see
Maggie right now,

so, uh, my detectives,
uh, will fill you in.

Tread lightly.

Please, can someone
tell us what's going on?

Let's find a private place
to talk.

Yeah, that'll be better.
Let's go in there.

Come on.

Let's just finish talking, okay?

It's okay. Right here.

Maggie says she was
sexually abused as a child?

You know anything about that?

Of course not.

By whom?

Look, if I could just
talk to my daughter,

I can sort this all out.

I don't think that's
such a good idea right now.

Who is she accusing?

We're trying
to figure it out.

Maybe you wanna help us
fill in the story.

I'm a pediatrician.

If she had been
molested as a child,

don't you think
that I would know?

Maggie was your patient?

No, but I bathed her.

I tucked her into bed
every night.

Are you aware that
your husband kept a journal?

Can I talk to Maggie?

She's with Captain Benson.

So what happens now?

Right now, your parents
are being questioned.

Okay, Peyton.

Has your father ever touched
you or your brother?

No.

So how do you
explain the diary?

- I can't. I don't know.
- Peyton!

We're leaving.

Maggie's still being treated,
Mom.

We're not talking
to the police anymore,

and neither are you.

If you have any
other questions,

you can call my attorneys!

Attorneys, plural.

You heard that?

Guy's an ex-judge.

He's not going down
without a fight.

Then let's give him one.

Wait.
Why were my parents here?

Um, well, your sister,
Peyton, called them,

so they know what kind of crime
we're investigating.

So it's--
it's too late to turn back.

Something deeply upset you.

You wanna tell me what that is?

I--I was a bedwetter
growing up.

And, um...

I remember waking up one night.

He was there, leaning over me.

Okay. Do you remember
anything that he did?

Anything specifically?

Only that
I didn't want him there.

He was
pulling off my nightgown.

I yelled for my mom.

What else do you remember?

He said that
she'd be mad if we woke her.

After he left, I got up

and I found my nightgown
in my hamper.

But, um...

it wasn't wet.

Neither was my bed.

That's very helpful.

That's very helpful.

Um...

what--what happens now?

I know this is a bit
of a long shot, but

did you find anything
from your childhood

from that time that--
that maybe had his DNA on it

or maybe, you know,
clothing or bedding?

The yellow nightgown.

It was in a box near where
I found the diary.

You still have that?

It's in the trunk of my car.

Okay.

That's good.

So now Maggie remembers
Judge Andrews in her room?

Yes, and she said that
he tried to play it off

like--like she wet the bed.

That's a good cover story
in case she woke up.

And Judge Andrews was
at the hospital?

So he knows everything
that we know?

Yes. Do we have enough
to move forward?

This is all
still circumstantial.

Hold on.

We recovered
the exact nightgown

that was referenced
in the journal,

and I sent it to the lab.

Well, let's pray
that they find something.

Because getting DNA
after 20 years,

even with the new technology,
that is a long shot.

Yeah, come in.

Counselor Carisi, there's
someone here to see you.

I hope
I'm not disturbing you.

Judge Andrews, w-w--

what can I do for you?

Have we crossed paths,
Counselor?

They don't usually let
lowly state ADs like me

in federal courts.

What can we do for you?

Well, I abhor triangulation.

Well then,
let's cut to the chase.

I assume that's why you're here
with your team of attorneys.

Absolutely.

Okay.

"I finished my gin and tonic
and found myself in her room.

"She was asleep.

I sat down on the bed,
lifted her yellow nightgown."

So you're not denying
that you wrote that?

I'm embarrassed
to admit that I did.

Given the quality of the prose,
at least.

Just to be clear,
my client is admitting

that he wrote the words.

Good, saves us the hassle
of a handwriting analysis.

I'm just horrified
Maggie found it.

I can't imagine how she felt.

Can you blame her?

I assure you
I never, ever abused Maggie.

But she remembers you
in her room.

She remembers you
taking off her nightgown.

Remembers it
or read it in these pages?

I'm not denying I was in her
bedroom helping her change.

I--

I hate to ask, but how much
had she been drinking

when she recovered this memory?

We can subpoena
her medical records

for blood alcohol levels.

You described your
eight-year-old stepdaughter

wearing a yellow nightgown.

I take it you're not familiar
with the writer's process.

Yeah, you
subconsciously extrapolate

from your own environment.

You're familiar
with the book "Lolita"?

Wait, that's your defense?

That you're writing a novel?

I was attempting to, anyway,

back when
I had literary pretension.

But as it turns out,
I'm a better judge than writer.

These passages
are nothing more

than rough notes for a book.

Well, I believe Maggie.

Well, that's your job,
isn't it, Captain?

But the ADA's job is
to prosecute based on evidence.

Now, I've asked around about
your reputation, Mr. Carisi.

It's a little rough around
the edges, but meticulous.

I assume if you had enough
to arrest me, I'd be in cuffs.

You're free to go, Judge.

Thank you.

But I wouldn't
buy any plane tickets.

I heard
you had a sense of humor.

Oh, please,
give Nick Baxter my best.

So Judge Andrews lawyered up.

What about the wife?

Lillian? We tried her.

She said to call her lawyer.

- Following her husband's lead.
- Yeah.

Peyton, the half-sister,
is sympathetic,

but she has no recall
of any of the abuse.

Okay, what about the brother,
Charles?

Same story?

He says
he doesn't remember anything.

Well, the kid was four years
old when the abuse took place,

so right now,
he's siding with his old man.

Okay. Where have you been?

The lab.

They found DNA
on Maggie's nightgown.

From traces of pre-ejaculate.

Call Carisi.

He's here.

Judge Andrews.

Mr. Carisi.

Thank you for the courtesy.

It was the DA's call.

Nick Baxter sends his regards.

Well, good luck, then.

'Cause you're gonna need it.

Judge Andrews,
I have to admit

it's a bit of a shock
to see you here.

I expect to be treated
like any other defendant.

Presumed innocent.

Let's get to it, then.

Mr. Carisi?

Let's do it, Your Honor.

You've been indicted
on the charges

of criminal sexual act
in the first degree

and course of sexual conduct
against a child, first degree.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

- People on bail?
- These are B felonies.

The defendant has
the means to flee.

The People ask for 200,000.

I know the DA's office
needs to show impartiality,

but this is beyond punitive.

Your client did ask

to be treated like
any other defendant.

So before you ask for ROR,
I'm splitting the baby.

Bail is set at 50,000.

Next case.

Making you earn your paycheck
on this one, Carisi.

What do you need from us?

Well, a family member to
back up Maggie wouldn't hurt.

Guy's wife and son
are sticking by him.

Publicly, at least.

Mm. Privately, who knows?

There could be some cracks
in that wall.

You can forget it.

There's no way in hell I'm
testifying against my father.

Not against your father.

For your sister.

As a character witness.

Never heard him
utter an unkind word about her.

You really think
Maggie would lie?

She's an alcoholic.
Isn't that what addicts do?

Childhood trauma
leaves lasting scars.

If my father's guilty
of anything,

it's high expectations.

All right?
But he had those for all of us.

We all have our scars.

Charles, Maggie said she used
to look out for you as a kid.

She says your dad wasn't just
physically abusive,

but verbally too.

This is beyond lying.

She's trying
to tear our family apart.

I-I'm not gonna
help her do that.

So how many more
of these do you have?

I went to Napa last year.

Well, that's not a bad trip
for an unemployed dog walker.

My, um, stepfather used
to help me out financially.

And then he stopped?

After my second DUI.

Did that, uh--

that make you angry?

No.
I understood why he did that.

Well, the defense
is going to say otherwise.

What,
that I'm just after money?

Trying to win some civil suit?

That's exactly what
they'll say, Maggie.

That you're
making the whole thing up.

What about the diary?

Well, they will paint that
as a work of fiction.

I'm beginning to think
my whole childhood was.

I'm sorry, Maggie.

You know, I--

I have never been able
to stay in a relationship

longer than a couple of weeks,

let alone have
a healthy sex life.

I--I have never even been able
to have sex in a bed.

Certainly understandable,
based on where he abused you.

Can I, um,
tell you something else?

Of course.

Um...

Anything.

Sometimes, I...

I used to...

fantasize about him.

Sexually.

So Maggie, that can happen,
all right?

It's not uncommon.

Sometimes it's a victim's way
of putting the abuse back--

back, you know,
in their own control.

I probably
shouldn't say it in court.

You go in there,
and you tell them who you are.

So Maggie Andrews came in to
SVU to report a sexual assault.

She found a journal that
we've since verified

as written by her stepfather.

People's exhibit one,
Your Honor.

Captain Benson, can you read
this entry from 2001, please?

"I slid off
her yellow nightgown.

I kissed her down there."

How old would Maggie have
been when this was written?

Eight years old.

At first, Maggie had
no memory of being assaulted.

No, children often suppress
traumatic events like these

as a survival mechanism.

They have fractured
or incomplete memories,

and sometimes they have
no memory of it at all.

Now, the journal mentions
a yellow nightgown.

Were you able to recover this?
- Yes.

The lab found traces
of pre-ejaculate,

which contained enough semen

to get a DNA match
for Judge Andrews.

Thank you.
Nothing further.

Captain Benson,
you're aware that

DNA from bodily secretions
can transfer in the laundry?

Yes, but never in my career

have I seen so much
physical evidence

so congruent with the
perpetrator's own written word.

Do you have any evidence
that would indicate that

Judge Andrews' writing wasn't
simply a work of fiction?

I believe Maggie.

Isn't that for the jury
to decide?

Objection. Argumentative.

Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

I was with Maggie when
she found the journal.

She ran out upset.

And when was the next time
you saw her?

The following afternoon.

She was tearing
her childhood bedroom apart.

Did she say anything?

That our father was a liar.

Objection. Hearsay.

It's an excited utterance,
Your Honor.

I'll allow.

She said that he lied to her.

Thank you.
Nothing further.

You never saw your father
in Maggie's bedroom, did you?

No. I was only five.

Did you ever
see him abusing Maggie?

No.

But she says he did.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Hey.

How is Peyton?

Mr. Carisi is
building a solid case.

Why does that
not sound promising?

Maggie.

Maggie, you need to focus

on what you're saying to your
stepfather on the stand.

Okay?
I know that you can do this.

And if you can't look
at the jury,

then you look at me.

The rest is just--
it's just noise.

You got this.

I remember my stepfather
in my room

standing over me
telling me I had wet my bed.

But after he left,

I found my nightgown
in the hamper.

He was lying.

When did you recall this?

Um, a day after
reading the journal.

The details started
coming back to me.

Going back to the night
in question,

when you saw your stepfather
in the room, did you call out?

Did you say, stop, no?

I called out for my mother.

My stepfather told me
not to wake her.

And when you first
read this journal,

did you believe it
to be an account

of what happened to you?

I don't remember every detail,

but yes, I absolutely
believe that journal

to be a true account
of my own sexual abuse.

Thank you, Maggie.

How are you, Maggie?

I know none of this
can be easy.

But I just wanna be clear

you have no direct recollection
of your father

penetrating you digitally
or otherwise?

Just what I said.

That he was
standing over you?

Pulling off my nightgown.

I felt strange.

And this alleged incident
would have happened when?

Uh, 23 years ago.

Sorry to have to ask this,

but the day you finally
remembered this alleged abuse,

had you been drinking?

Objection. Relevance.

I'll allow.

Yes.

In fact, your blood alcohol

was several times
the legal limit, wasn't it?

I--I don't know.

I do.

Defense exhibit C...

Maggie's blood alcohol level
the day in question.

No, I'm not denying
that I had been drinking.

You were blackout drunk.

So out of control, in fact,
that the police were called

when this memory
suddenly occurred to you.

No, I read the journal
and it triggered me.

How can you be so sure

this memory wasn't just
triggered by a work of fiction?

My body remembers!

You're asking the jury
to convict your stepfather

of sexually abusing you
based on a bodily memory?

Objection.

Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Mr. Carisi.

The prosecution rests,
Your Honor.

You may step down,
Ms. Andrews.

We'd like
to call our first witness,

Judge Leonard Andrews.

Maggie.

Hey! Your Honor.

Counsel!

Please restrain your client
from addressing the witness.

Apologies, Your Honor.

I was in Maggie's room
multiple times

when she was eight, helping her
change when she wet the bed.

Why you, not her mother?

My wife had a demanding job
as a doctor.

I wanted her to get her sleep.

There were details
in your journal

that seemed to describe
an eight-year-old stepdaughter,

a yellow nightgown.

It sounds an awful lot
like Maggie.

How do you explain that?

Well, it's an old aphorism,
isn't it?

Write what you know.

Writers draw from real life.

But those notes that
I jotted down so long ago

were a complete
work of fiction.

Why explore such
a disturbing topic?

I was a defense attorney
at the time

dealing with some
disturbing cases and...

like I said,
you write what you know.

Why do you think
your stepdaughter

is accusing you here today?

I'm sure it was
quite shocking

reading those passages,
and I deeply regret

that she found my writing
without the proper context.

Maggie has had a troubled life.

It must be very tempting to try
and blame it on someone else.

I tried to help her.

I blame myself
for failing that.

But I never, ever
abused my stepdaughter.

Thank you, Judge Andrews.

Nothing further.

Judge Andrews,
you claim this journal to be

a work of fiction, correct?

Yes, that's right.

Did you ever write about

any other victims
of childhood abuse?

- No.
- No?

None of the other children

from the many cases that
you found so disturbing?

No.

Ah. So just an unnamed
eight-year-old stepdaughter

with a yellow nightgown?

Well, like I said,
I drew from my life.

Yeah, but those other cases,

they were from your real life,
too, weren't they?

There wasn't--

there wasn't one protagonist
I was writing about.

It's an amalgam.
- Oh, an amalgam.

Did you ever finish this novel?

No.

Did you ever write a chapter?

What about a single page?

I never got past
the outline stage.

Well, did you
ever tell anyone

that you were working
on a novel?

A friend, a colleague,
a manager, an agent?

The bounds of my talent fell
well short of that, Mr. Carisi.

So we're supposed
to just take your word for it?

That this was all made up?

There was one person
I confided in.

My wife.

I'm sorry, dear.

I didn't wanna drag you
into this.

Sidebar, Your Honor?

Approach.

The defense would like
to call Lillian Andrews.

No, no, no, she was not
on your witness list.

You're the one who
opened the door, Counselor.

I'm going to allow.

I didn't know him
at the time,

but Leonard double-majored
in law and English lit.

We met well after that.

He regretted never
following through

on his literary aspirations.

So you knew about his novel?

Yes.
We tell each other everything.

Did you encourage it?

Of course.

Did you ever read the notes?

A few pages.

It wasn't very good.

Was it upsetting
that the character

so closely resembled Maggie?

Well, I knew
it wasn't Maggie.

And how could you be so sure?

Maggie wasn't my patient.

But I did try and help her
with her bedwetting.

At eight years old?

It started after
her birth father abandoned us

and it kept on going until
she was in mid-adolescence.

I considered medication,
even diapers,

but I didn't want to put her
through that.

I trusted she'd outgrow it.

When you examined her,

did you ever find any signs
of sexual abuse?

No, none.

I would have reported it
right away if I had.

Did any of your children
make complaints

or have questions about your
husband's behavior toward them?

No, absolutely not.

Nothing further.

Your witness, Mr. Carisi.

Charles.

Everything all right?

I just couldn't
sit in there anymore.

I'm getting a QuikRide.

Is there something
you wanna talk about?

You can tell us, Charles.
Come on.

My mother just lied up there.

About what?

I saw him coming out of
Maggie's room a few times.

I asked my mom.

What did she say?

She told me
I must have dreamt it.

Even at four,
I knew something was off.

I was too young to do anything.
I--

Do something now.

We executed the subpoena
on Dr. Andrews' office.

And? Anything?

She did have a file on Maggie
from 2001.

When she was eight years old.

There was a notation about
chafing on her outer labia.

From the abuse.

The next entry
the following day,

"Probable cause of irritation:
bedwetting.

Will continue to follow up."

What does that mean?

That she talked
to her husband.

Counselor,
what's our next step?

I have to disclose this
to the judge's attorneys,

but in the meantime, tell
Lillian she's got a choice.

She can either answer my
questions in the DA's office

or on the witness stand.

Go.

Dr. Andrews,
you knew about the abuse.

Charles did
ask you questions.

And you lied to him, just
like you lied on the stand.

Lillian was just trying
to keep her family together.

By sacrificing her firstborn?

It wasn't his fault.

Oh, whose fault was it?

Maggie has always
had a history

of excessive attention-seeking

and--and--and
inappropriate seduction.

Hold on.
Are you saying--

are you saying that
this is Maggie's fault?

That she seduced him?

Is that--is that really
what you're saying?

I told you she has

a histrionic
personality disorder.

Shh, shh. Stop.

Did you ever confront him?

Of course.
After the medical exam.

And what did he say?

At first, he denied it,

but then--
- He admitted it.

And you just stayed married
to him.

No, I made sure that
it would not happen again.

By having him write it down?

Every detail.

As--as what?
Some sort of sick collateral?

Yeah, I said
if he ever did it again,

I would go straight
to the police.

Why didn't you go to
the police the first time?

And be left alone?
With three children this time?

I did what was best
for my children.

- No, you didn't.
- All of them!

No.
No, no, no, no, no.

You did what was best for you.

I made sure that he never,
ever touched Maggie again.

Not enough, Mrs. Andrews.
Not nearly enough.

Whatever my client
did or didn't do,

her actions are beyond
the statute of limitations.

What I did?

I allowed my children
to grow up with a father!

Leonard was
never unfaithful again.

Unfaithful?

You're talking about
your eight-year-old daughter.

Your daughter!

I'm calling Leonard.

Tell the judge I want him
down here right now.

Does your husband know
where you are?

Does he know that you're here
talking to us?

Of course he does!
We tell each other everything.

Judge Andrews.

Mr. Carisi.

Where are your lawyers?

I'm done with them.

So what are we doing here,
Judge?

I walked into this building
every day.

Under the inscription
outside on the door,

do you know what it says?

"The true administration
of justice

is the firmest pillar
of good government."

I was a good man, good judge.

A good father.

Glad you think so.

I made one mistake.

One.

And now?

Come on.
You're due back in court.

Let's go, Judge.

You know, she's blind.

I was her eyes for 40 years.

She held the scale.

It was my eyes alone
that adjudicated the balance.

And I saw such degradation.

And yet you preyed
on your own daughter.

Her eyes were closed.
She was asleep.

She was at her most vulnerable.

I love her.

Then why did you do this?

I guess I just wanted to know
what it--how it felt.

How it felt?
How what felt?

Innocence.

Well,
I guess you'll never know.

So Judge Andrews
changed his plea to guilty

in exchange for seven years
on each count,

to run concurrently.

And Dr. Andrews?

I had a hard enough time

getting past
the statute of limitations

on her husband's case.

Nothing I can really
charge her with.

Well, after this,

she'll never be able
to practice medicine again.

She's lost her children

and the only thing that
ever mattered, her husband.

How's Maggie doing?

You know, I saw her today,
and...

it's gonna be tough,
but Maggie's gonna be okay.

I guess that's the--

the power of truth?

It's getting harder and harder
to find in this world.

Well, look who's getting
philosophical in their old age.

But I think that...

finding it is easy compared
to the other half of the job,

which is speaking it.

Now look who's
feeling philosophical.

Good night, Captain.

Good night, Carisi.