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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.

- The defendant has means
and reason to flee, Your Honor.

He's facing 25 years
on Rape One.

- My client is eager to go
to trial and clear his name.

- This is ridiculous.
It was consensual.

She never said "No."

- The victim's blood alcohol
was 0.23.

- We were both drunk.

- That's it, Mr. Madden.

Mr. Stone, I'm granting

your request for a remand.

[gavel bangs]

- What does that mean?

- You're going to jail, sir.

- Mr. Stone?

You believe me?

I never wanted that,
not with him.

- I do.

- We'll be in touch
about your testimony, okay?

- Well done.

- She was afraid
he was gonna get out on bail.

Amazing, get a remand
on the he-said, she-said.

- Yeah. Moral,
don't piss off the judge.

- Hey, you want to get a beer?

I can download you
on where we are

on the investigation.

- Yeah, I do, but I'm trying
to slow it down.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Have a good night, okay?

- All right.

[sighs]

Tad.

Hey. The works.

- Oh, my God.

It is you.

Peter Stone.

- Sorry, do I know you?

- You pitched for the Cubs.

- I did.

- Grew up in Chicago.

My dad took me to every game.

- That's a lot
of baseball games.

Thank you.

- I can't believe it.

I have to call my dad.

Any chance I could
buy you a drink?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Here you go, Tad.

Thanks.

I happen to know a place

right around the corner.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

- It's delicious.

Now I know what all
the truffle fuss is about.

- Italian white truffles
in November.

- [laughing] If you say so.

We weren't big on
truffle risotto in Georgia.

- Yeah, more like
shrimp and grits.

- Yeah. Oh, you've been
listening.

- So what looks good
for dessert?

- Oh...

I can't decide.
Cherry blossom soufflé

or bittersweet chocolate?

- Why don't you get both?
- [scoffs]

- Or, better idea...

- Have you made a decision?

- We'll have one of
everything.

Every dessert on the menu.
And coffee.

Decaf for the lady.

- Very good, sir.

- Thank you.

A girl could get used to this.

- I have something
to ask you.

A commitment I have
never made before.

- When I said I was happy...
- Just hear me out.

Amanda Rollins, will you...

Go ahead.

- It's a key.

- Will you move in with me?

- I was in awe of you.

Between that rising fastball,

your curveball, your change up,

and the fact that you could
swing a bat too.

I mean, for a pitcher.

- [chuckling] Oh, gee, thanks.

Hey, do you, do you want
another one?

- Yeah, I do.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Okay, I'll be right back.

[dance music playing]

♪

- It's you.

What are you doing in New York?

- Excuse me?

- You don't remember me,
do you?

- No, I don't,

I don't, I really,
I really don't.

[blow lands]

- You raped me,
you son of a bitch.

[dramatic music]

♪

.

- Good morning.

- Hey. Thanks.

Nice place.

- Do you even remember
how you got here?

- Barely.

Oh, I must have been

in pretty bad shape.

- Oh, yeah.

You were messed up.

What happened last night?

- What did I say?

- You said you were accused
of rape.

- I, uh...

I ran into a woman.

I, I didn't recognize her
at first.

She, uh...

She looked at me
like she'd seen a ghost.

And then she hauled off
and hit me.

Accused me of assaulting her.

- Did you?

- No.

12 years ago

it was a, a late season game
against the Mets.

And a few of the guys decided
to go to a bar after.

There was this--
there was this woman there.

- The one that slapped you?
- Right.

I was drunk.
We all were.

A few of us decided to go
back to my hotel room.

Things got a little crazy.

I remember

she and I were going at it

pretty hot and heavy,
and then...

I woke up.

In my bed, alone.
Everyone was gone.

- Anything else happen?

- I called her the next day
and she...

she said...

"Try to talk to me again

and I'm going to the police."

- Did she?

- No, I was never contacted.

- Okay.

You're telling me
that you were drinking.

You were acting crazy.

All right, you sure this

is all that happened?

You're not lying to me?

Don't lie to me, man.

- I'm not.
- Tell me the truth.

- I am telling you the truth.

I'm not lying to you.

I might not
remember everything

but I know I didn't
rape anyone.

I need to talk to her.

Find out what the hell's
going on.

- Alicia, your statement
was very helpful.

- I still can't remember
much about that night.

I mean, I've tried, but--
- Sometimes our memory

comes back in bits and pieces.

- Sometimes not at all.

- But this still goes
to trial--

- Yes, we know from your
blood alcohol content

that you were clearly
incapable of consent.

- So if anything
comes back to you,

anything at all,
you give us a call, okay?

- Okay.
- Anytime.

Walk her out, thanks.

So have TARU go over
the security footage

from her apartment building.

Anything that shows that
she was incapacitated.

- There he is.

- Oh, look who the cat
dragged in!

Oh, man!

- Hey, Reggie, long time.
How are you?

- Man, too long.

Heard a rumor you moved
to New York.

What, you're too good
for your old stomping grounds

now you're a DA?

- No, we've been
keeping him busy.

Detective Tutuola, NYPD.

- Whoa, wait, I'm not
in some kind of trouble, am I?

- No, no, not at all.

But you got a minute?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
sit down, sit down.

- Yeah? Thank you.

- Oh, hey, can I--
can I get you guys something?

- No, I'm okay.

So...do you remember
August, 2006?

I had a no-hitter going until
you stepped up to the plate?

- We had some fun that night.

- Yeah, actually, that's what

I wanted to ask you about.

- We're trying to locate
a woman

that came to the bar
after that game.

- She was blonde and I think
her name was Sarah.

You and me, we were talking
with her and a friend of hers.

Big brown eyes, legs for days.

- Went back to your hotel room,

had a couple of fifths
of Silver Patron,

Dom Perignon.

Room Service loved us.

- Right, so you do remember.

- I remember everything.

Here, come on.
I'll show you.

Big brown eyes?
I married her.

Wanda.
We got two kids.

And yes, in case
you're wondering,

she still has got the legs.

- You think Wanda may still
be in contact with Sarah?

Sarah Kent,
address in Bushwick.

You sure this is her?
- Yeah, that's her.

- You sure you want me
to talk to her?

- I am. Whatever she thinks
I did, she's wrong.

- Kay.

- Hey, Fin? Do me a favor.

Don't tell Liv. Not yet.

- [knocking]

- Can I help you?

- Are you Sarah Kent?

- Yes.

- I'm Detective Tutuola, NYPD.

Do you know a Peter Stone?

- Sarah, who is it?

- Uh, Jehovah's Witness.

Yes, yes, I know Peter Stone.

I don't ever want to hear
that name again.

Okay?

Don't come back.

[door closes, locks]

.

- Hey, I'm going to the deli.
You want anything?

- No, I'm good.

- All right.
Steak for lunch, huh?

I guess you are good.

- It was leftovers.

Al always over-orders.
- Al, huh?

How are things going
with the good doctor?

Using the term "good"
pretty loosely here.

- He asked me to move in
with him.

- Well, I hope
you told him no.

- I told him that
I'd think about it.

- You'd think about it?
What, you're telling me

you trust this guy now?
After he lied to you?

This is what you want?

- I don't know
what I want, Carisi.

I do know what I don't want.

I don't want me

and this new baby and Jesse

and Frannie all crammed

into my tiny two-bedroom
apartment.

- Is...is he gonna marry you?

- No.
- Is he gonna marry you?

- No, I'm just--
you know what,

if I wanted
a "why buy the cow" speech

I'd call my mother.

- You know, Rollins,
I'm just saying

that you deserve to be happy.

You deserve to be
taken care of.

- And Al takes care of me.

- No he doesn't.
Look, there is a difference

between flowers
and fancy-ass dinners

and being taken care of.
- People can change.

- I'll believe that
when I see it.

- Okay.

- Hey, I'm gonna get you
a ginger ale, all right?

That steak's gonna
give you indigestion.

- We have a bit of time
before the trial.

And I'll begin
with an opening statement.

- When do I testify?

- Soon.
You'll be great.

- You know, we have a room
that you can wait in.

- All right, come with me.
- Okay.

- Thanks, Carmen.

You prepped her testimony?

- Yeah, backwards
and forwards.

- You think she'll do
all right on the stand?

- Well, I hope so.

There's a lot
she doesn't remember.

Defense is gonna
go after her hard.

- Okay, well,
what about a plea?

- They already tried to get
the case dismissed

alleging that the defendant
was too drunk to consent.

- And she raped him?

So what, she's making
this all up?

Because what woman
wouldn't want to go

through the trauma
of a rape investigation,

a trial, just for kicks?

He's guilty, Peter.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine.
Just trouble sleeping.

- I got to the bar around 11:30

and then the last thing
I remember,

Roger Madden walked me home.

I said I didn't
need help but

he didn't listen.

- And after that?

- I woke up the next morning.

My clothes were torn off.

- And then?

- I went to the hospital.

For a rape kit.

The nurse called SVU.

The detective said
I'd been assaulted.

- But you never completely
remembered the assault itself?

- No.

I do remember telling him
earlier that evening

that I didn't want
to go home with him.

- You let me buy you drinks
all night.

- Mr. Madden, that's enough.

One more outburst,
I will hold you in contempt.

- I apologize, Your Honor.

- Mr. Stone.
- Your Honor.

Please continue, Ms. Beck.

- I didn't want
to go home with him.

I would have never
consented to sex.

Never.

- Thank you, Ms. Beck.

- Earlier that evening,

did you consent

to have a drink with my client?

- Yes.

- Did you consent to having

several drinks with my client

while flirting with him for,

according to the bartender,
over an hour?

- Yes, but I didn't--
- Yes, but what, you...

remember consenting to have
drinks with my client

but you don't remember
consenting to the sex?

- Objection.
- Overruled.

- I'm not making this up.

I wouldn't be sitting here
if I wasn't raped.

- We just heard you testify

that you don't remember
what happened

between walking home
and waking up.

You could have consented

and not remember
that you consented.

- You think I want to be here?

- You tell me.

- Roger Madden raped me.

I'm only here because I believe

if I can face the man
who raped me,

if I can get justice,

I'll somehow get my life back.

[knocking on door]

- Peter.
- Hey.

- What's going on?

- Do you mind?

- Uh, sure, come in.

- Thanks.

- Is everything okay?
- Look, I'm just gonna

come out and say it.

I've been accused
of sexual assault.

- What?

- It was 12 years ago.

I was drunk.

Look, but I know

in my bones

in my heart and in my soul

I didn't rape this woman.

- But she says you did.

Why?

- I don't know.

What I do know

is no matter how drunk I was,

that's not who I am.

I swear to God.

I didn't do this, Liv.

I didn't do this.

You believe me?

- I do.

I do, but...

But Peter, it's just
not that simple.

- Because it's your job
to believe her.

- It's my job to hear her side
of the story.

To find out the truth.

So...

if you want someone to make
this go away, then...

You came to the wrong person.

- No, I'm not asking you
to make this go away.

I want the truth too.

I'm not asking for absolution.

I'm asking that you open
an investigation.

.

- Way things are now,

we're all looking at our past

through a new prism.

- Come on.

We're talking
about Peter Stone here.

All right? There's a big
difference between

buying a woman another drink
at the bar

and, and felony rape.

- Et tu, Carisi?

- We were all young
and stupid, Amanda.

- In my personal experience,

age has nothing to do with it.

I mean, cards
on the table, Fin.

Did he do it?

- She definitely believes
he did something.

- Of course she does,
but he's our friend

and he said it absolutely
did not happen.

No chance.

- Okay.

We all realize that this sucks.

- Yeah, you know
what sucks, Rollins?

This is what sucks.

A busload of nuns could say
that Peter Stone

was in Albuquerque

at the time of this rape.

And still, somewhere
in the back of my mind,

every time I see him
I'm gonna wonder.

Did he?

That's what sucks.

- And we know him.

- Hi. Olivia Benson, SVU.

- I already told
that other detective

that I don't want
to talk about this.

- I understand that, but

a crime has been reported,

and as an officer of the law

I have to investigate him.

- Did Peter Stone contact you?

- He did. He asked me
to investigate.

- This isn't gonna go away,
is it?

All right. Come in.

Look, it was a long time ago.

- Okay, so just try
to remember.

- We were both drinking.

- Okay.

So if you were
too intoxicated to consent,

or you had sex
against your will--

- I don't remember, okay?

Can we just drop this?

I don't--
- Hey, hey!

- Hey.

- Client canceled, the flu.

I thought we could go to lunch.

- Um...

listen, Gary...

Uh, the police are here.

- I'm Lieutenant Benson.

- Did something happen to Emma?

- No, no, no, no, Gary. No.

Um...it's me.

I'm sorry.

- What, are you in trouble?

- No, no, no, it's nothing
like that.

- Look, it was
a long time ago, okay?

It doesn't mean anything

and I am not gonna
press charges.

- Charges? What the hell's
going on here?

- Sarah may have been
sexually assaulted, Mr. Kent.

- You were raped?

- I'm sorry.

- The hell we're not
pressing charges.

Do you know who did it?

- Please, Gary,
I don't want it.

I just want to drop it.
Please.

- Do you know who did it?

Then we're gonna do
whatever it takes

to put this son of a bitch
in jail forever.

- Hey, so Liv is on her way
here with Sarah Kent.

You doing okay?

- Rollins, I know that our job

is to believe survivors.

That we start from there.

On this one,

I believe him. I...

- You're allowed
to feel that way.

- I don't think that I am.

Here, come on.

- Oh, thank you.

Hey, listen.

You know, you were right
about me

moving in with Al.
It's, uh...

it's not my style.

The square footage, the,
the fancy...

- No, no, no.
- Japanese toilets.

- Don't listen to me.

Don't listen to me.

You gotta do
what's right for you.

For Jesse, for, for this
little baby.

Also, I heard
those Japanese toilets?

They're supposed to be
pretty spectacular.

- We're gonna go
right this way.

Around the corner.
Thanks.

- I was a Mets fan,
and I found out

that some of the players
went to this bar.

- Well, there's nothing wrong
with that.

- No, I still feel guilty.

My husband and I were

going through a rough patch
at the time.

- Where was your husband
that night?

- He was in Hawaii
on a golfing trip with his dad.

But Peter Stone was so nice.

- Well, Sarah, why don't
you walk us through

exactly what happened
that night.

- We were having fun.
We were, we were,

drinking and dancing.

We were flirting, and...

a few of the players
and some of the girls,

we decided to go
to Peter's hotel room.

- And what happened when
you got to the room?

- I remember kissing Peter.

And it was okay at first,

but then he...

He became different.

Maybe it was the tequila, or...

- What do you mean?
Different how?

- Not as nice.

- Okay, so,
what happened next?

- Um...

One of the guys and Peter,
we were on the bed.

- Which guy?

- I don't know.
I just remember Peter.

- Then what happened, Sarah?

- I must have passed out,
because I--

I woke up and I was naked,

and I knew that I had had sex,

and Peter was on the bed.

And I didn't say yes.

- So, Sarah...

are you saying that Peter Stone

sexually assaulted you?

- Yes, I didn't want
to have sex.

Okay?

I would never, ever
do that to Gary.

[stammers] My husband and I,
we're happy now, okay?

- So what do you say
to dopes like me?

Guys that have no idea
their wives were raped?

- Look, I'm sorry.

I know this is--

it's tough to go through.

- She never told me.

What does that mean?

- I know it doesn't
mean that, uh,

she doesn't love you.

Doesn't mean
she doesn't trust you.

- I was golfing at the time.

I'll never forgive myself.

I wasn't there to protect her.

- Listen.

You gotta think about her
right now.

More than ever, right now.

She needs your support.

- Sarah and I were so in love.

There's no way...

- There's no way what?
- I know what you're thinking.

She would never cheat on me.

- Liv, you okay?

You want me to do it?

- Like it's any easier
for you.

[knocking]
- Yeah.

- So we spoke with Sarah.

- Hm.

- She said that you raped her.

- And her husband
wants to press charges.

- Her story is credible, Peter.

- What about my story?

Because I know I didn't
rape anyone.

- There were two people
in that room, and...

I wasn't there.

- And you said you believe me.

- I also believe her.

Look, Peter,
if this was anyone else

we wouldn't be having
this conversation.

- So that's it?

You're just gonna
arrest me now?

- I have to.

- If you want to call
a lawyer...

- I am a lawyer.

- How do you want to do this?

.

- Hey, Lieutenant.

Stone's been released, ROR.

- Thanks. Yeah, I heard.

- Is, um...

Sarah gonna testify?

- If she wants
to stay married, she is.

Hey, Carisi, I hate
every minute of this too.

But we don't get to pick
and choose who we investigate.

- Lieutenant, he denies this.

Maybe we owe him
the benefit of the doubt.

- And what do we owe her?

What Sarah Kent described
was an assault.

With all the self-blame
of not reporting,

guilt about going to the bar,

guilt about her marriage
falling apart--

- Wha--hold on a second.

She said her marriage
was falling apart?

- She said that she
and her husband

were going through
a rough patch.

- All right,
that's interesting.

Because the husband told me

that they were madly in love.

He's beating himself
up about this.

He was out of town
at the time.

She never told him about it.

- Whatever's on tap.

Look at us.

Couple of guys having a beer.

Oh, sorry, you don't know me.

Gary Kent.

- Look.

Gary, for what it's worth,

I didn't know.

I didn't know Sarah
was married.

- Hey, what are you gonna do,
you know?

Pretty girl in a bar alone.

- I didn't do anything
to your wife.

- You were a ball player,
for crying out loud.

Hell, that's what
you guys do, right?

Different girl at every port?

- I should go.

- Least you can do
is have a drink with me.

- Okay.

- I tell you we met
in college,

me and Sarah?

I sat behind her in Poly Sci.

She wore her hair long
back then too.

She always wore it up, though.

Said it was easier
than washing it.

All I could think about
in that class,

all I could focus on
was the back of Sarah's neck.

To me that's the sexiest part
of a woman's body.

Her bare neck.

So let me ask you, uh,

was her hair up?

'Cause, like, if you took her
from behind, you know,

and her hair was up--
- Hey, hey.

Come on, fella.

- Whoa, this guy!

This guy played for the Cubs!

- Easy.
- Starting pitcher!

- Nobody cares, Gary.
- I care!

This guy, in the nice suit?

He raped my wife!

- That's enough, guy.

- Oh, you're right.
You're right.

Nobody cares about my problems.

I never played ball.

- I'm gonna go.

- Sit down and shut up.

Sit!

- Okay.

- All right, everybody out.
Everybody out.

- Go. Get out, man.

- Come on.

Me and the guy
who raped my wife,

we're gonna have a little
heart-to-heart.

Just a couple of guys with
one thing in common, huh?

So what is it
with guys like you?

You just see ass, you take it?

- I may be a dick.

But I am not a rapist.

- What are you saying?
What are you saying?

What are you saying
about my wife?

Are you saying
the mother of my child,

that she just hopped in
your bed of her own free will?

- I don't remember.

- Course you don't remember.
Of course.

Just another nameless,
faceless piece of ass.

- I never said that.

- She doesn't mean anything

to you, I get that.

But to me?

She's a goddess.

- Right.

- When she agreed to marry me,

I almost passed out,
I was so happy.

I couldn't protect her then.
But now...

- Be smart, Gary.

You let the justice system
work this out.

- You don't get it.

It's too late for justice.

I want revenge.

I want a world where
my little girl feels safe.

- Right.

- I want a world
without guys like you.

[phone ringing]

- That's probably the cops.

- Oh.
[phone ringing]

Where are they
when you need them?

- The last thing that you want

right now

is a SWAT team bursting
through that door.

[phone ringing]
- Go ahead.

[phone ringing]

- This is Peter Stone.

- Montero!

- Lieutenant, some guy's
got ADA Stone in there.

The customer said he was
yelling about

somebody raping his wife.

- And he's armed?

- Best guess, a 9mm.

- Somebody called me, my,
my husband's in the bar.

No, no, no, you don't
understand!

My husband is in that bar!
- Stay back, Miss.

- Montero. Let 'em through,
let 'em through.

- Oh, God. What happened?
How did Gary get a gun?

- My daddy would never
hurt anybody.

- I want you to come with me.
We're gonna get him out.

Your daddy's gonna be okay.
Come with me.

Are you the Borough Commander?

- Who are you?

- I'm Lieutenant Benson, SVU.

This is my case.

This is Mrs. Kent.

Her husband is inside
with a gun.

Maybe if she could
speak to him...

- What?

What, what, I could--

- Listen. Listen.

You're gonna tell him

that you love him, okay?

[phone dialing]

- Okay, okay.
Okay.

- Yeah.

She's beautiful.

- She's the reason
I get up every morning.

- Right.

[phone ringing]
- Sometimes I think

if she didn't come along...

Oh, screw it.

[phone ringing]

- Can I get it?
[phone ringing]

It's Stone.

Yeah.

It's Sarah.

She wants to talk to you.

- Put it on the bar.

What are you doing here?

- Tell him, Sarah.
Tell him.

Tell him.

- Gary?

Gary, honey, I love you.

I love you so much.

We're gonna get through this
together, okay?

I promise you.

Just please don't hurt anybody.

Please just don't hurt anybody.

Emma's here.

You wanna...

Here.

- Daddy, I love you.

I love you so much.

- I love you too.

Put Mommy back on the phone.

Gary.

- I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

- No, no, no, no. Gary.

- Hang it up. Hang it up.
- Okay, okay.

- What?

- He hung up.

- She brought Emma.
Why, what is--

- Because she needs you.

So does Sarah.

You need to be there for them.

They love you.

- Daddy!

Daddy!
- Emma, Emma!

- It's gonna be okay, baby.

It's okay, it's okay.
- Daddy!

- It's gonna be okay.
It's fine.

It's okay.
Everything's okay.

- Coming out!

- You all right, Counselor?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
Nothing happened.

- Come here.
- Are you okay?

- I'm okay. I'm fine.
I'm fine.

.

- Liv.

Talked to the 2-7.

The gun's registered to one

of Gary's construction crew.

It wasn't loaded.

- Stone didn't know that.

He's not pressing charges.

He is a good guy.

- Who could be headed
to prison for Rape One.

- Fin...

Stone asked you to investigate.

- Yeah he did.

- Hey. The Department of Health
is on line one, Lieu.

- That was fast.

Yeah, Emma Jane Kent.

What was her date of birth?

- Feels like a lifetime ago.

- You look so beautiful
and happy.

- Yeah, I wish I still
had that hair.

- You should have seen me
15 years ago.

- That was a good guess.

- Well, actually, Sarah,

it wasn't a guess.

I know

that Emma was born

8 1/2 months
after you were assaulted.

- Gary and I were

trying so hard to have a baby.

We were in a really bad place.

- So what happened
that night, Sarah?

What happened?

- Um...

we were all partying,
you know, and...

I, me, Wanda, and Reggie

decided to go back
to Peter's hotel room.

- Okay, and then?

What happened?

- Wanda left.

And then I, I woke up,

alone in the bed with Peter.

And my clothes were off.

- So the next morning
when Peter called, you just...

assumed...

- I just wanted that night
to disappear, and...

but then six weeks later,

I had a positive
pregnancy test.

- Sarah, did you get
a DNA test?

- No. I love Gary so much.

I love him, and he...

he wanted a baby so bad.

And I just, I couldn't
tell him about that night.

I couldn't do it.

- Sarah, you say that you were
assaulted and I believe you.

But are you sure...

- That it was Peter Stone.

He was the only person
in the room with me

when I woke up.

It had to have been him.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stone is gonna go to prison?

- Well, Sarah Kent tells
a convincing story.

- And that's enough?

- It is.

It could
be different, if...

if somebody, if...

you know, you said
that she consented.

- You want me
to commit perjury?

- Come on. I know

that you guys cover
for each other.

Right, all those road trips,

what the wife and
the girlfriend don't know...

I mean all you would have to do

is to say

that you heard

Sarah consent
before you left the hotel room.

That way Peter would have
a fighting chance.

- You think?

- Unfortunately,

in this day and age,

without your fib...

he's gonna lose.

Think of all the ball players

that have covered for you

over your entire career.

- Yeah.

Yeah, sure.
- Great.

- Yeah, why the hell not?

You know, if it gets him
off the hook.

- Great. Thanks.

That is a start.

Now all we have to do
is wait for the test.

- What test?

- The DNA test.

Let's just hope
that Peter Stone

is not the father
of Sarah's daughter.

Although the timing is spot-on.

Her husband couldn't
get her pregnant.

- You know.

- I know

what a guy who's willing
to commit perjury

in a rape case
thinks about women.

Peter Stone passed out,
didn't he?

- No, no, no, no, no.

No. She was all over me.

I did not rape her.

- She was so drunk she didn't
know what was going on.

What do you call that?

Stand up.

Stand up!

And turn around.

Reggie Griggs,

you're under arrest

for rape in the first degree.

Let's go.

So Reggie's talking deal
with the DA's office.

- And the charges against me?
- Dropped.

- Doesn't let me off the hook.

I took Sarah to my hotel room.

It was my friend
who assaulted her.

- Peter, you couldn't
have known.

- Sarah's daughter?

- The DNA test says that Gary
is the father.

Although...

Sarah's been terrified
all these years.

- She thought I was the father.

- Peter, I'm sorry
for everything

that you went through.

And I'm...

sorry if it seemed like
I doubted you.

- Don't be.

Liv, that's why
I work with you.

You know, the thing is

when all the noise
was coming at me...

there was a moment
I doubted myself.

♪

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