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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.

We got a young male, mid 30s,

laid out between the graves,
covered in the chaff.

Laid out?

He's on his back with his hands
crossed across the chest,

just like he's in a coffin.

Who found him?

The gardener came in
to clear the path.

No clothes, no ID, no eyes.

And he was sodomized.

It's got ritual killing
written all over it.

Pluck out the eyes, arrange the limbs,
cover the body,

then dump him in a church yard.

Could be a Satanic cult.

Or someone who wants us
to think it is.

We'll start a canvass. Let us know
if you get anything off the body.

First, help me catch
some of those crows.

See those scratches?

Birds did that?

I found human skin in their claws.

They gripped the sockets
while they had his eyes for breakfast.

Well, the birdies didn't rape him.

I don't know who did.

No DNA,
just spermicide and lubricant.

Okay, so you got a cause of death?

He was suffocated with this.

The killer shoved this bag of pills
down his throat.

That's crystal meth.

The tablets have writing on them.
"UWSA"
"UWSA"

United Wa State Army.

That a new rap group?

It's a rebel group based
out of southeast Asia.

One of the biggest
drug producers in the world.

Someone killed our John Doe
to send a message?

Well, if it was
shut up and spread them,

he got it loud and clear.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2007/03/27

What do you want with the DEA, Fin?

How about the Wa State Army?

You've got my attention.
What's up?

100 tabs of crystal meth
shoved down a corpse's throat.

I haven't seen Wa State product
around here since 2005,

when we busted up their heroin
and meth import racket.

Maybe you didn't bust them that good.

Who's, uh, who's the victim?

No ID. So who are
these Wa State freaks?

They call themselves an Army,

but they're just down and dirty
narco traffickers.

Produce 200 tons of heroin a year
out of northern Myanmar.

They usually fly under the radar.

Not this time. Our corpse was
sodomized and suffocated,

then dumped in a churchyard.

What church?

Blessed virgin of Guadalupe.

She's a popular saint in the Mexican
and Columbian communities.

Sounds more like the Mexican
and Columbian cartels

wanted the Wa State off their turf.

So who's our dead white guy,
and what's he doing with a State meth?

Even money he's a local dealer.

I'll run him through our database.

DEA ran our victim's photo
to every agency

from secret service to
homeland security. Nada.

The canvass was a wash.
Nobody in the neighborhood knows him.

No hits on his prints or DNA.

Missing persons came up empty,
and so did VICAP.

So all we got left is the media.

Well, let's be smart about it.

Photoshop this to make it look
like he's alive.

Release it to the press,

and say we have a man
in a coma at st. Mark's.

Request the public to help ID him.

Yeah, and invite his killers
to come and finish him off.

Well, that's why you'll all
be playing doctor at st. Mark's.

Elliot, Olivia, take the first shift.

Saint Mark's Hospital
263 West 58th Street
Tuesday, February 20

I'm sorry, there's nothing
I can do about it.

Yeah.

Bye.

Something wrong?

Kathy.

We were supposed
to have a drink tonight.

I'm moving back home.

When?

We haven't decided. That's why
we were gonna have a drink.

John Doe's got a visitor.

Police, don't move.

Don't shoot!

Who are you?

Rhona Antrim.

I'm looking for my son.
Th, this...

this is Richard.

What's going on here?
Is this some kind of sick joke?

Where's my boy?

Why don't we go grab a cup of coffee?

I haven't spoken to Richard
in two years.

Why?

He dropped out of medical school
to become an actor.

I told him I would cut him off,
but he didn't care.

Did he have any drug problems?

What, what did he get himself into?

We think that Richard
may have been selling drugs.

Oh, God.

- Do you know where he lived?
- Yes.

He sent me a birthday card.

I was going to write to him.

He lives in Washington heights,

half a block away from
blessed virgin of Guadalupe.

Collection notices,
unpaid bills.

If Richard was dealing,
he wasn't very good at it.

Nick Benchley.
Must be his stage name.

This place has got to be sanitized.

There's no computer,
phone's missing.

I can't find an answering machine.

This connects to a camcorder.

- Hidden behind the books.
- And the book shelves.

So what do you think?
He was recording drug deals
to blackmail the buyers?

Until somebody got tired of paying him,
and whacked him.

Works for me.

I stepped on something.

Cell phone.

It was until you crushed it.

Whoever cleaned out the place
must have missed it.

Hopefully, Morales can
put this back together.

Technical Assistance Response Unit
One Police Plaza
Tuesday, February 20

Liv's twinkle toes did
quite a number on this.

Sim card's corrupted.
Lost all the stored data,

but I was able to restore
the last text message.

"Pick up tonight at 2836 Astoria blvd."

Message received yesterday morning.

Can you check the number
that message came from?

Pre-paid cell phone.
Untraceable.

You got an address?

A warehouse in
Jackson heights, Queens.

That's a Columbian neighborhood.

I asked a patrol car to do a drive-by.

The warehouse has boarded-up windows,
and security cameras on the door.

Pickup's at the stash house.

Police department, search warrant!

Let me see your hands!

Hands in the air!

Police, get your hands up in the air!

Get your hands up in the air!

- Turn down the music!
- What are you doing to her?

Nothing.

We're rehearsing.

We open next week.

This is our Satan's house.

- Your what?
- It's a play.

People walk through it
like a haunted house,

to show them what happens
if they lead a sinful life.

- What was your sin?
- Having a partial-birth abortion.

- You dream this stuff up?
- No, I'm not a writer.

We buy the Satan's house kit.
It tells us how to do everything.

Like using raw meat for the dead baby.

Wow.

Isn't it great?

Oh, this coffin over here,
it's for an AIDS victim.

Satan dances around it, singing,

"I tricked him into thinking
he was born gay."

We're not afraid to use humor.

You think AIDS is funny, huh?

No.

Why do you do this?

To lead young people back
to the righteous path,

and get them involved in our church.

New Souls.

This guy was supposed to be here
last night. Did you see him?

- No, I've never seen him before.
- How about you?

No. But we get a lot of volunteers,
I don't know them all.

That was Munch.
He's got something.

While you were raiding the righteous,
I was wallowing in depravity.

I googled in Richard Antrim's alias,
Nick Benchley.

Look what popped up.

It's his own personal porn site.

It's more than porn,
he was an escort.

"Young stud looking
to party with hot guys."

"You pay, we play."

PNP, party and play.

It's gay code for sex on crystal meth.

So much for the Wa State connection.
He wasn't dealing drugs.

He was using it to fuel his sex life.

How much you wanna bet
that missing camcorder

has got some X-rated footage on it?

No wonder the perp
sanitized the apartment.

I ran Tricky Dick's cell phone records
and got us a lead.

Most of the calls come
from hotels and payphones.

John's looking to hook up.
Who did Richard call?

A lot of people for a minute or two,

but he had some long chats with someone
from New Souls church on Long Island.

That's the same church
that does the Satan house thing.

You're gonna love this.

New Souls church, founded
by the reverend Jeb Curtis.

He's one of the loudest
anti-gay voices in America.

And someone in his flock
is screwing a male prostitute.

I'm sorry, detectives,
reverend Curtis is not available.

I'm Trent Labette, the church's
financial director.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, do you know this man?

- Name's Richard Antrim.
- No.

He was also known as Nick Benchley.

Uh, I don't think so.

Well, someone here talked to him.

There must be some mistake.

Our congregation is diverse,
but it's not that diverse.

- What is this about?
- Murder.

He's dead.

I had no idea.

I was glib, I'm sorry.

Well, you can do penance.

Whose extension is 3131?

I can't give out that information.

Fine, we'll just come back
with a search warrant.

It's reverend Curtis' private line.

Where's the reverend now?

Preparing for the funeral
of his eldest son, Jonathan.

He was killed in Afghanistan.

I was so proud of Jonathan
when he enlisted.

He knew the dangers of serving
his country during a time of war.

But his faith made him strong.

I draw my strength from the Lord,
and from my family,

as he blessed me with.

Hannah, kids, come and join me.

Who has ten kids nowadays?

Not even Catholics.

"The beauty of Israel is slain
upon Thy high places."

"How are the mighty fallen..."

Two of those kids were
at Satan's house last night.

Another connection to Curtis.

Why don't we wait till tomorrow
to talk to Curtis?

He's a murder suspect.

Richard Antrim's mother
also lost a son.

Fine. First thing in the morning then.

Curtis Residence, 317 Bell Boulevard
Queens, New York
Thursday, February 22

Mrs. Curtis, we'd like
to talk to your husband alone.

Hannah and I don't have any secrets.

Okay, do you know this man?

No.

Can you explain why he called your office
four times in the last three weeks?

Strangers call my office
for counseling all the time.

Okay, so where were you
two nights ago?

Are you accusing
my husband of something?

Honey, it's okay. Please.

I was speaking
at a prayer meeting in Manhattan.

And what time did that end?

10 o'clock, then I came home.

Arriving when?

Oh, I don't know.

After midnight.

Two hours.
Why'd it take so long?

I went to the beach.

To pray for my son.

I feel close to God there.

Did anybody see you?

No.

It was cold.
No one else was around.

My husband's answered your questions.
What's this about?

Richard Antrim,
also known as Nick Benchley,

was murdered two nights ago.

He was a male prostitute.

You can't possibly think my husband
had something to do with that.

Mom, dad, there are reporters outside.

And there's more coming.

Can they do that,
just, just come to our door?

There's nothing to be
afraid of, Hannah.

Reverend Curtis, we need you
to come down to our station,

make a statement, please.

Let's go.

Here he comes!

Reverend Curtis, reverend Curtis,
are you a friend of Nick Benchley, sir?

Did you know he was a prostitute?

Sir, what about your children?
Do they know, sir?

- Were drugs involved?
- Did you know he was murdered, sir?

What was the nature of
your relationship, reverend?

What will you tell your congregation?

Who the hell tipped them off?

Were you doing drugs, reverend?

Did your children know, sir?

Was he the only man you've
been having sex with, sir?

Can we get a statement, sir?

Do you need a lawyer, reverend?

No.

Did you have a sexual
relationship with this man?

How could I if I never met him?

That's how we found him,
dumped in a graveyard.

The birds had gotten a hold of him.

I had nothing to do with his death.

You know, our crime scene techs
are the best in the business,

and they're gonna find a fingerprint
or a hair or a speck of dandruff

that puts you
at Richard Antrim's apartment.

No, they won't.
I was never there.

You have nothing to connect me
with this unfortunate man.

We've got four phone calls
from Richard to your office.

I get many anonymous calls,

lots of them from gay men
seeking a way back to a healthy life.

Look at yourself, reverend.

I mean, maybe you need counseling.

Hiding behind your wife and kids
while you sleep with male prostitutes,

and preach against gays.

Homosexuality is a crime against God,

and I am his servant.

I would never violate His law.

Forensics are back.

Well, reverend,
guess we'll find out the truth now.

I thought shoving the bag of drugs
down the victim's throat suffocated him.

I was wrong.

These are Richard Antrim's teeth.

The small brown particles on his incisors
are fragments of leather.

Which I matched to a sofa
in the victim's apartment.

Microscopic analysis show
the abrasions on the pillow

match Richard's front teeth.

You used this pillow
to suffocate him,

and then you shoved meth down his throat
to make it look like a drug deal gone bad.

Your theory might prove what happened,

but it doesn't implicate me.

That's where you're wrong.

DNA doesn't lie, reverend.

Richard fought hard.

The killer had to use
all his strength to subdue him.

He worked up a real sweat.

Sweat on the pillow
that matches your DNA.

We got a sample from your handkerchief.

Even has your monogram on it.

Your test must be wrong.

Here's your DNA,
here's a sample from the pillow.

Six alleles from the pillow sample
are a perfect match to you.

What about the others?
Why are they missing?

The tanning solution in the leather
partially degraded the DNA.

But the six alleles are more than enough
to arrest you for murder.

A six-allele match is not
gonna hold up in court.

I know, we're just trying to rattle him.

We'll need a confession.

I think there's a way.

Many evangelicals believe that
the Bible is the literal word of God.

That's why Curtis has ten kids.

I'm not following the connection.

Curtis and his wife are probably part
of the replenish movement.

The name comes from Genesis.

"And God said,"

"Thou shalt be fruitful and multiply
and replenish the Earth.'"

They believe that they should save America
from the evils of feminism,

birth control, abortion.

They want their children
to become soldiers of the Lord.

That's why so many of them
join the military.

Like Curtis' three oldest boys.

If he takes the Bible so seriously,

what's he doing having an affair
with a male prostitute?

'cause he suppressed
his sexual desires,

and channeled them into
having as many children as he could.

But the problem with repressed desires
is that they eventually explode.

So let's play the religion card.
Work on his guilt.

Are you ready to tell me
what happened, reverend?

We live in different worlds, detective.

In my world, God's word is infallible.

In yours, you worship science.

No, I just turn to science
for some answers,

and to God for others.

You can't serve two masters.

I am a Catholic.
I go to church.

- Well, then, we have a lot in common.
- I believe that.

I also believe sin will be punished.

- And forgiven.
- Well, the sinner has to repent.

Now, the evidence proves
you committed this crime.

God knows that I'm innocent.

I understand
why you need to say that.

To keep your good name,

spare your family and your church
from the humiliation of a scandal.

But what I don't understand...

is how you can sit there
and refuse to confess to a sin.

My sins are between me and God.

Let's go.

Why did you bring me here?

'cause the evidence says
you killed Richard Antrim.

That means nothing to you,

so I want you to tell me
in front of God that you're innocent.

God forgives all sinners,

but there's no forgiveness
without repentance.

Oh, my God.

I am heartily sorry
for having offended Thee.

I detest all my sins

'cause I dread the loss of heaven
and the pains of hell.

But most of all 'cause they have
offended Thee, my God, who art all-good.

I firmly resolve,
with the help of Thy grace,

to confess my sins,

to do penance and
to amend my life, amen.

I will take responsibility.

God forgive me.

I killed him.

Docket ending 4038.

One count of murder
in the second degree.

ADA Casey Novak
for the people, your honor.

Barry Moredock for reverend Curtis.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty, your honor.

I'll hear the people on bail.

- Remand.
- That's unnecessary, your honor.

It's hard to imagine a defendant
with deeper ties to the community

than a preacher with a wife,
nine children,

and the full support of his congregation.

He murdered a gay prostitute, with whom
he was having a clandestine affair.

He led a secret life that was condemned
by his own preachings.

No one here knows the real Jeb Curtis
or what he's capable of.

We'll split the difference.
Bail is set at a half-million dollars.

Your honor, New Souls church
will post the bond today.

And reverend Curtis will be back
in the pulpit tonight

giving thanks for his deliverance.

But he never should have been subjected
to this ordeal in the first place.

He confessed.

Well, now, that's going to be
quite a problem for miss Novak.

The confession is the sole
underpinning of the case.

And you're going to throw it out.

I am?

The confession was obtained improperly.

In violation of my client's rights.

I beg your pardon.
The defendant was advised of his rights,

and signed a Miranda card
waving his right to counsel.

Looks good to me.

My client signed that
before he was coerced into confessing.

With what, a rubber hose?

Not physical force, psychological.

Oh, please! What did he do?
did he hurt your feelings?

Detective Stabler forced me
to go to my church.

Reverend, I'll take it from here.

In Ashcraft vs. Tennessee,
the supreme court ruled

that an improper interview environment
renders a confession inadmissible,

'cause it violates
the "free and voluntary" rule.

So you're saying it was the church
that made him confess.

Your detective intimidated my client,

manipulated him by using his faith.

Reverend Curtis was threatened with the loss
of his immortal soul in a house of God.

For a devout Christian,

that threat is far worse
than any physical act of violence.

What's next, flushing
the Bible down the toilet?

You're not in a pulpit, Mr. Moredock.

And your detective's behavior
isn't exactly righteous.

The church is not an interrogation room.

Now, I'll research the case law,
and issue my ruling on Monday.

Elliot, looks like judge Cohen's
gonna throw out Curtis' confession.

What are you talking about?
How'd that happen?

There was your little stunt at the church.
It violated the 5th and 14th Amendments.

I didn't verbally
or physically abuse that guy.

Yeah, but you did imply
that he was gonna be grilled

for an eternity on the devil's barbecue
if he didn't confess. / No, I didn't!

Casey, I took him to his church,
and I said a prayer.

- That's all I did.
- I'm sorry, Elliot,

but the supreme court
still calls it coercion.

Okay, so we don't have a confession.
What do we have?

Richard Antrim's phone calls to Curtis.

Only proves that they knew each other.

We have Curtis' DNA on the pillow
in Richard's place.

Yeah, but it doesn't prove
that he killed him,

only that he got all hot and bothered
while they were having sex on the sofa.

What about the text message
Richard got the night he died,

talking about the pickup?

It came from a pre-paid cell.
It doesn't help.

I'm talking about
the actual message, "pick up."

What if Curtis was meeting Richard
to pay him blackmail?

Follow the money.

I'll draw up a subpoena
to search his bank records.

I don't think the reverend would like
you snooping through our finances.

That's a subpoena,
not a party invitation.

So get us the records
or go to jail for contempt.

On second thought, you should see
how we spend our money.

Every penny put in the collection plate
helps reverend Jeb do the Lord's work.

And does that include supporting
the meth habit of a gay hooker?

We don't turn our backs on any sinner.

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

Great, then why don't
we leave it to the courts?

The reverend is innocent.

He would never commit sins
of lust and deviance.

Then why does he keep a love nest?

Monthly checks to
landers realty corp for $2,400.

Those funds were drawn on the reverend's
discretionary account.

Landers realty just happens to own
the building where Richard Antrim lived.

What kind of outreach do you think
the reverend was doing there?

If he was supporting Mr. Antrim,

I'm sure it was to cure him
of his unnatural desires.

We're gonna need this ledger

and all your bank statements
for the past two years.

No telling what unnatural transactions
our forensic accountant will uncover.

Detectives, Trent told me you were here.

Mrs. Curtis, you okay?

I, I told my husband
I was going grocery shopping.

I've never lied to him before.

Well, you must have felt
that you had to.

I've been praying about this all night.

And then Trent called
and told me what you found.

It's a sign.
I knew I had to tell you.

Tell us what?

Can we go inside?

Jeb and I built this church from nothing.

Just the two of us.

When he first started his ministry,
there were 20 members.

Now we have to hold two services on Sunday
to accommodate the congregation.

You have a lot to be proud of.

Now it's all falling apart.

I don't know what to do.

I, I want to be loyal
to my husband, but I...

I can't let him
tear my whole family apart.

What is it, Mrs. Curtis?

Last week, Jeb and I were
working late in the sanctuary.

The phone rang,
and I ran to get it.

The call was for Jeb.

I didn't realize that the answering
machine had already picked up.

Jeb took the call in his office.

And so the next morning,
I played the messages,

and their conversation was recorded.

- This is Jeb Curtis.
- It's Richard.

I told you not to call anymore.

It's an emergency.
I need more money.

For drugs.

I told you,
I won't support your habit.

- You said you'd take care of me.
- Not like this.

You'll be sorry.

Did you ask your husband
about the call?

He told me it was a lost soul
from our street ministry.

Mentally ill, a very sad case.
I believed him.

Jeb was the only man I ever kissed.

The Lord gave us ten beautiful
and innocent children.

But he betrayed me.

He betrayed us all.

Taking drugs,
and having sex with a man.

How, how could he do this?

I'm sure that he never meant
to hurt you.

He always preached
against homosexuality.

And then he changed.

Suddenly, he started to
preaching acceptance and tolerance.

He was only trying to justify
his own depravity.

He must have been fighting
his feelings his whole life,

and just couldn't do it anymore.

What am I supposed
to tell my children?

They love their father.

I'm sure he loves them.

He's a sodomite and a murderer.

And what am I supposed to do?

Smile and play the adoring wife

while they drag my whole family
through the mud?

We are on the cover of every tabloid,

and it's only gonna get worse
once the trial starts. Won't it?

Won't it?

- You said you'd take care of me.
- Not like this.

You'll be sorry.

Plead guilty, reverend.
Spare your wife and children.

Appealing to a man's love
for his family.

Casey Novak must realize
what a weak case she has,

putting you up to such a cheap trick.

She didn't.

Your wife loves you.

Do you really want to put her
through the humiliation of a trial?

What about your kids?

Your congregation?
Do they deserve this?

Even if your confession is thrown out,

we've got the tape and bank records showing
you were paying Richard Antrim's rent,

and your DNA on the pillow
that you used to smother him with.

Reverend, you're going to jail.

So why not face the facts now,

and make this a whole
lot easier on everyone?

- All right, I'm responsible.
- Reverend, don't.

Please, let me speak.

I am responsible
for Richard Antrim's death,

but I will answer to God for my actions,
and not an earthly judge.

And God will not find me guilty.

How can a man of God
confess to murder,

and think God's not gonna
have a problem with it?

A man of God is no different
from anyone else.

God forgives us, if we repent.

So the reverend Curtis
can commit murder,

then say a prayer, hallelujah,
his sins are forgiven, huh?

Don't be a wiseass, Elliot.

Say you come to confession,

admit to lusting after another woman.

I give you penance,
your sin is forgiven.

How's that any different?

And if I commit murder,
what are you gonna tell me?

Say five hail marys,
we'll call it a day?

I'm gonna tell you to take
responsibility for your actions.

That's what he keeps saying.
"I am responsible,"

but not that "I murdered him."

Is there any evidence
that someone else was involved?

The evidence is circumstantial.
Even the DNA's a partial match.

You think he's covering for someone?

Sometimes the very devout hold themselves
accountable for sins they haven't committed.

Excuse me, Father.
Stabler.

I'll be right there.

Curtis has been shot.

Reverend Curtis took
two rounds to the gut.

He's touch and go.

We found the gun in Curtis' office.

He was shot there,

somehow found the strength
to crawl in here,

then ended up over there.

- Any prints on the gun?
- No, sorry.

There's blood on the lectern.

He wanted to die on holy ground.

I don't think so.

There's blood on the Bible.

The song of Solomon?

"Thou hast ravished my heart,
my sister, my spouse."

"Thou hast ravished my heart
with one of Thine eyes."

"How fair is Thy love,
my sister, my spouse."

Love poem from a man to his wife.

Mrs. Curtis.

I've been expecting you.

You're gonna need to come with us.

What are you doing?
You can't take her away.

It's all right, Paul.

Lucy, take care of
your brothers and sisters.

Okay.

Do you want a lawyer?

No.

Tell us what happened.

Is he dead?

He's still unconscious.

Hannah, why did you do it?

I had my first child when I was 19,

and my tenth when I turned 40.

Every moment that I had,
I gave to them,

and to my husband.

My family is my life.

I made a vow for richer, for poorer...

in sickness and in health,

till death do us part.

This is my confession.

"I tried with all my heart
to forgive my husband."

"Lord, forgive me."

"My anger and my pride
are stronger than my faith in you."

"I shot my husband
'cause he betrayed me,"

"our children, our church."

"I hope his death takes him from this world
of sin and into Thy kingdom, oh, Lord."

You know what is
screwed up about this?

There's too much begging the Lord
for forgiveness after the crime,

- not enough mercy before it.
- I blame religion.

What else kept Curtis in the closet?

Having all these kids just to try to
convince himself that he's straight?

I think he is.

The song of Solomon.

The guy's dying, but he's
reading a love poem to his wife?

Or he's trying to tell us
that his wife shot him.

Okay, but I've been
to Catholic school,

and believe it or not,
I've read the Bible a couple of times.

If he wanted to point the finger at her,
he'd have chosen...

Delilah, Salome?

Okay, so if he's not gay,
why was his DNA at the crime scene?

We've been thinking it was contaminated
'cause we had a partial match.

Now, what if there's another reason?

You mean, like,
if it was one of his sons?

He's got five of them.

They were all in town at the time.

Could be any one of them.

Well, even if Curtis lives,
he's never gonna give that up.

Although sometimes,

brothers share their secrets
with their sisters.

I can't talk right now.
I have to get lunch ready.

It won't take long.

Hey, kids, we just need to speak
to Lucy for a minute alone.

Okay?

Thomas, Margaret, Ruth,
can you take Abi outside and play?

What's wrong?
Is my dad worse?

No, no, he's doing all right.

Actually, we're here
to talk about your brothers.

Is someone in trouble?

You tell us.

No.

You know, Lucy,
I know your family's very close.

And I bet your brothers tell you things
they don't tell your parents.

Like what?

Like being gay.

That's crazy.

Crazier than your father being gay?

No.

I don't know.

I don't want to talk about this.

Lucy, we're just trying to help you.
It's okay.

But we need for you
to tell us the truth.

Which one of your brothers is it?

He needs your help.

It's, it's Paul.

He told me he had
those feelings a year ago.

He was scared.

He didn't know what to do.

Does your father know?

He found out.

I don't know how.
I didn't tell him.

What did your father do?

He sent Paul away to be cured.

Paul said it worked.

He didn't have those feelings anymore.

I don't think
you can change who you are.

Oh, my God.

Paul...

Paul killed that man.

Where's Paul now?

At the Satan's house show.

They're closing it down
'cause of what's happened.

Paul.

Sorry you can't put on your show.

It's okay.

Must have been hard,

having to laugh at a gay man
burning in hell.

What do you mean?

She means we know.

You know what?

That you're gay.

I'm not.

Richard Antrim was your lover.

And you have no reason to be ashamed.

We met at last year's
Satan's house auditions.

We got together.

I was happy.

So what went wrong?

- My dad found out.
- How?

I don't know.

But he sent me away to this clinic.

He paid Richard off
to never see me again.

Well, that didn't work.

I couldn't stop thinking about him.

So we started seeing each other again.

You sent a text message to him
the day he died.

I asked him to pick me up
after the Satan's house rehearsal.

We went back to his place.

And did you murder him
'cause you felt guilty?

I loved him.

When I left to come back here,
Richard was still alive.

Well, if you didn't murder him,
then who did?

You know who.

My dad.

He must've found out
I was seeing Richard again.

It's all my fault.

I wanted to be cured.

I didn't want to hurt my dad,
but I couldn't change the way I feel.

I mean, how can it be a sin
if God made me this way?

Why couldn't my dad understand?

Why did he have to kill Richard?

I want to see him.

I need to tell him that I'm sorry,

but I can't change who I am.

I know you can't change.

Maybe a year ago...

I didn't.

But I do now.

You're not angry?

You're my son.

It wasn't Richard's fault.

I wanted to go to his apartment, dad.
I wanted to see him...

Stop, stop.

Don't say anything more
in front of the detectives.

You think I killed Richard?

I swear...

I thought you did, 'cause you found out
we were seeing each other again.

Oh, my God.

I was trying to protect you.

I thought I failed.

I already lost one son.

I couldn't bear to lose another.

If you didn't kill Richard,
who did?

Reverend.

Who else knew about the relationship?

Trent Labette.

He saw Paul and Richard
at last year's Satan's house show.

He followed them.

He saw them kissing in a car.

He said the scandal
would destroy our church.

He insisted I intervene.

Trent was the only person who knew
we were going to your home

the day after your son's funeral.

Reverend, he called the media.

He was trying to take you down.

I have never been anywhere
near this man's apartment.

Well, our techs are searching
your house, Trent.

What do you think they'll find?

Richard's computer,
his answering machine?

His camcorder?

You don't want to talk to us now?

Reverend Jeb's gonna have
an awful lot to say to you.

He, he's all right?

Yeah, he's with his son
Paul right now.

You know, a crazy thing.

He's accepted Paul for who he is.

A gay man.

"If a man lie with man
as he lieth with woman,"

"both of them have
committed an abomination."

"They shall surely be put to death."

And that's what you did.

"Their blood shall be
upon their own heads."

Richard had done nothing to you.

I was doing God's will.

So why not claim credit for it?

Why let Curtis take the blame?

His faith was weak.

He deserved to be punished.

Hannah...

I asked them to bring me to see you.

I should have talked to you.

Told you everything.

We didn't trust each other enough.

Can you ever forgive me?

I already have.

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