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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.

- There's no reason
for you to be scared, honey.

I don't bite.

- Do I look scared?

- You could sit
a little bit closer.

- How's this?

[giggles]

[indistinct chatter]

- Are you ready for some fun,
Daddy?

- Call me Adam, I don't need
the whole Daddy shtick.

- What do you need?

- How 'bout seeing what
you look like

underneath this dress, huh?

- [gasps]
That can be arranged.

- Ooh.
[chuckles]

- Oh!
- [chuckles]

God, you're hot.

- [giggles]

[moans]

- How old are you?

- It's not polite to ask a lady
her age.

- Good morning.

- Is it?
You tell me.

- Considering I've barely
closed my eyes

since Rob Miller got
out of prison.

He's targeting me, Fin.

He wants me to know that
he has all the power.

- Liv, we have a unmarked car
on your block,

one in front of Noah's school.

There's no way he can
get at you.

- There's no way he can
get at me?

He walked right into
that restaurant

and introduced himself to Noah.

I should have shot
the son of a bitch.

- No, not so loud.
Stone is in your office, okay?

I called him in.

- Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Wish I had better news.

- Please don't tell me
it's worse

than Rob Miller making bail.

- Feds dropped the charges.

- Damn.

- He blackmailed the judge,
he threatened witnesses,

he threatened Nikki Staines.

We have him on tape saying,
"No Nikki, no case."

- A federal judge ruled
that statement didn't rise

to the legal standard.

- What now?
- What about Nikki's rape?

- There's nothing there.
Nikki's scared.

She's claiming it
was consensual.

- I'll talk to her.

- Oh, my baby.
It's gonna be okay.

Why don't you go to your room
and lie down?

- What kind of person...?

- What?

- Miller killed
my daughter's dog.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

This is Penny's ashes
right there.

The vet said that
it was rat poison.

Now, the landlord didn't
put down any rat poison,

and I sure didn't put down
any rat poison.

- So how?

- My daughter said that
there's this woman

that offered Penny a treat
on their walk last night,

and she thought it was okay,
right?

And then this morning,
the dog was--

[gasps]

- Oh, Nikki, I'm so sorry.

- Listen, the woman said,

"Say hello to your mom."

Why?

Rob Miller knows that
I wasn't gonna testify.

- So that's why I'm here.

We need you to testify, Nikki.

Listen to me.

The Feds dropped the charges.

- No.

No, no, no, no.

Absolutely not.

- Okay, Nikki,
just hear me out.

Hear me--
- No!

- Just hear me out.
I understand.

So talk to me about
the Wally Stevens case,

the underage girls.

Miller obviously thought that
he'd be implicated,

and that's why he stole
your phone.

- For nothing!

There is not a word
on that phone

that connects him to the case.

- So why?
What was he afraid of?

Can Wally put him
at those sex parties?

- Tell me, what did he--
- I can't!

Attorney-client privilege,
right?

Ever heard of it?

I'm not about to risk
getting myself disbarred.

Listen, I am incredibly
appreciative of what

you've done for me, Olivia,
but you gotta go now.

Go now.

- There has to be a way
to tie Rob Miller

to Wally Stevens
to the sex parties.

He blackmailed a judge,
he stole Nikki Staines' phone;

has to be connected.

What are we missing?

- We've gone over the case
forwards and backwards.

It's fallen apart.
- No.

- The three 16-year-olds that
we put at the party are

all backing off their story.

They're claiming that
nothing happened.

- Right, because he got to them
or got to their parents.

Check the bank accounts.

- This guy doesn't leave
a fingerprint on the knife.

- Fin, we have
half a dozen witnesses...

- We had witnesses.
They all lawyered up.

- Exactly!
That's my point.

- Judge Leonard retired
to the Maldives.

This Wally Stevens guy's
untouchable, Double Jeopardy.

- I know, Fin.
I was there, thank you.

[phone buzzes]

- Lieu, listen,
I hear you on all of this,

but we got something from
the Harbor Unit

that we have to deal with
right now.

A young female washed up
at a pier

on the Hudson River.

- Let's go.

- Can't be more than 15, 16;
naked, no ID.

- How long was she
in the water?

- My guess, a couple of hours,
day at the most.

The ME can give you
a more accurate time frame.

- Did she fall off a boat?

- Looks like every bone
in her body is broken.

Her organs are liquefied.

This girl fell out of the sky.

[dramatic music]

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- I just wanted to let you know
that a uniformed officer will

be with the sitter when
she picks Noah up

from school today.

Great.
Thank you so much.

I appreciate it.
- How is Noah doing?

- He's thrilled.

He gets to ride
to and from school

in a squad car,
but the school administration,

not so much.

- Miller's a bad guy,
but do you really think

that he would go after
a Lieutenant's kid?

- Rollins, I don't know what
he's capable of.

- The prelim report
from the ME on our Jane Doe.

No water in her lungs,

so she was dead
before she hit the river.

- So cause of death?
- OD.

China White,
highly-concentrated fentanyl.

This girl wasn't an addict.

There's no trace in her hair
or nails, no needle marks.

- So she was given a hot shot.

- The ME's ruling it
undetermined for now,

but they also found
the presence of semen

from two different men.

No DNA hits.

- And there's no matches
with Missing Persons?

- Not yet.

- This girl is healthy,
she has expensive dental work,

she had parents.

I mean, they have to be
looking for her.

- Well, it's only been
24 hours.

We'll keep checking.

- The ME just finished
the autopsy.

- Go.
Go.

- From the condition
of the body,

I'd say she fell at least
2,000 feet.

- All right, so small plane,
maybe a helicopter.

- That's your department.

I can tell you that
she was in the water

less than 15 hours
before she washed ashore.

- All right, great.

So we get a grid
of the tidal pattern

from the Coast Guard,
we find out where

she hit the water,
we cross reference that

with the FAA for aircraft
in that area--

- So we know where,
when, how...

we still don't know who.

- Just getting to that.

At first, I was at a loss
for this little mermaid.

No tattoos, breast implants,
but then I found these.

- What is that, a contact lens?

- Two of them.

It's a miracle
they stayed on the eyeball

through the fall.

- Right, so we can contact
the manufacturer,

but the phrase
"needle in a haystack"

comes to mind.

- If you let me finish...

these lenses have
a unique prescription.

The left eye corrects
20/40.

The right, 20/400.

That kind of difference
in visual acuity

from eye to eye is
one in a million.

Narrow it down enough for you?

- Hmm.

- [exhales deeply]

Hey.
- Hey.

Lindsay Parker, 16.

Her ophthalmologist confirmed
the contacts lens prescription.

She lived here
with her parents,

Vanessa and Hugo Parker.

- And they didn't file
a Missing Persons report

for a 16-year-old girl.
- Well, she's 16.

These days,
that's pretty independent.

I mean, who knows if they even
realize she's missing.

- Yeah, this never gets easier,
does it?

- No.

- Yes?

- I'm Lieutenant Benson,
this is Detective Rollins.

We're from
the Special Victims Unit.

- So you found her?
Please tell me you found her.

- Can we come in?
- Of course.

Vanessa, it's the police.

- Where's Lindsay?
Where's my baby?

- Lieutenant, Detective.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm just here to help,
Lieutenant.

I can assure you.

- Rob's been our family
attorney for ten years.

When Lindsay didn't come home,
he was my first call.

- We need to speak with you
about Lindsay.

- Lindsay was spending
the weekend

at her friend Brooke's house
in Sag Harbor.

- When she didn't answer
her phone, we called the house.

The parents told us
their daughter told them

that she was with us.

- Okay, we're gonna need
their contact.

- Oh, of course.

- We didn't call the police.

They're teenage girls
and Lindsay's been

to parties before
and come home late.

And we just--we didn't wanna
embarrass her.

- So we called Rob to hire
a private detective

if it came to that.

- So, Mr. and Mrs. Parker...

we are so very sorry.

- Wait, Lindsay's all right,
isn't she?

- No.
- I'm sorry.

- Is this your daughter?

- Oh, my God.

Yes, wha--what...?

- No.
No, that's not Lindsay.

- I mean, that's not--
- That's not Lindsay.

- What happened?
Was this some kind of accident?

- We're still investigating.

- We wanna find out
what happened to Lindsay,

so we're gonna need
her phone records,

access to her social media...

- I can get you all of that.
- Okay.

- Again, we're so very sorry.

If there's anything that
we can do to help you--

- Her body....what are we
supposed to do?

Where is she?
- [whimpers]

- We'll help you make
arrangements.

- Yeah.

So, we'll give you some time,

and we'll be in touch.

If you have any questions,
feel free.

- [sobbing]

- I can show you out.

- [wailing]

- Anything the police need,
obviously, I'm here to help.

- You know what?
I'm gonna meet you outside.

- You sure?
- Yep.

I'm good, Amanda.
- I'll be out front.

- I realize this is awkward.

- I don't even know where
to begin with you.

Do your clients know that
you're a criminal?

- They're aware that
I was falsely charged.

Their daughter is dead;
shouldn't that be our priority?

- Well, that's my top priority,
believe me.

But what is your role
in all of this?

- Excuse me?

- Well,
their 16-year-old daughter

was murdered one week
after you are released

from federal custody.

- Do you hear yourself?

This is just a tragic
coincidence.

- I don't believe
in coincidences.

- What you're saying right now
is clear evidence

of police bias, your bias.

- Okay.

- Are you angry because
I figured out

your little CSU ruse at the bar
two months ago?

- [sighs]

Yeah, I'm angry.

I'm very angry,
but not because of that.

- Or maybe because I declined
to pursue our relationship.

- Don't flatter yourself.

If there weren't
two grieving parents

in the next room,
I'd break your jaw.

- You'd regret that,
Lieutenant.

- Stay away from me.
Stay away from my son.

Because if you don't,
I promise you,

I will do something that
we both regret.

- Okay.

[scoffs]

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- We don't wanna get you
in trouble, Brooke,

but your friend is dead.

- I know.
I can't believe it.

- Okay, when's the last time
you saw Lindsay?

- We were at this party.

- Where?
- Uh, somewhere in the city.

We took a car service
from Sag Harbor.

Lindsay had the address.
I was pretty wasted.

- What happened at this party?

- I don't wanna tell you.

- Brooke, I'm sorry,
but you have to.

- [sniffles]
I'm scared.

- Honey, I know you're scared.

Listen, none of this
is your fault, okay?

We just need to figure out
what happened to Lindsay.

- This wasn't a party with
your friends, was it, Brooke?

It's okay.

But you need to tell us
the truth.

- There were men there.
- Mm-hmm.

- Lindsay and I, uh...

sometimes they treated us
like adults.

You know, champagne, coke...

It was exciting.

One guy even gave me
a Birkin bag.

Please don't tell my parents.

- Lindsay's cell phone
went dead

at 2:36 a.m. Sunday morning.

- Where?

- The signal was picked up
by a cell tower in Tribeca.

We can pinpoint
a five-block radius.

- So run every single building
in the zone.

- I'm already on it.

I'm checking car services
that made trips

from Sag Harbor to Manhattan
that night.

- Okay, so,
this may be a long shot,

but I want you to show
this girl a picture

of Wally Stevens
and everyone else that

we've picked up
at an underage sex party

in the last six months.

There has to be a connection,

and Rob Miller is
at the center of it.

- And just let us know
if you recognize anybody.

- [grunts]
No.

No.
Oh, that's Wally.

We met at The Maidstone.
He was really nice.

- Did he invite you
to the party?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Anybody else?

- No.
No.

[gasps]
Mm-mm.

- Are you sure about that?

- I don't know.
I guess he looks familiar.

- From the party?

- No, maybe I saw him on TV.

- Okay.

Anybody else?

- Wait, go back.

I know him.
- How do you know him?

- He was at a party
in the Hamptons last September.

He was with this girl,

an Italian foreign exchange
student.

- Do you know her?

- Brooke.
She was adorable.

- You're not helping yourself
here, Alex.

- I didn't have sex with her.

- What about this girl?

- She looks familiar.

- Familiar, how?

Did you see these two girls
go to a party

in the Hamptons last September?

- Are you kidding me,
almost a year ago?

- Tell them what you know,
Alex,

if you wanna get out by 70.

- Fine, I recognize them,

but I didn't have sex
with either of them.

I swear.

- Did he?

- I--I don't know who that is.

- The way you're twitching,
pal, I don't believe you.

- Is there a question here?

- Yeah.
Does he know her?

- I can't say.

- Well, you should know
she's dead.

- I had nothing to do
with that.

- I think you should listen
to your lawyer

and tell us what you know.

You wanna get out of here
by 70,

you'll still have
a little life left;

90, not so much.

- If you saw this guy
with this pants down,

if you saw him within five feet
of these two girls,

if you saw him so much
as light up a cigarette

in a no smoking area,
then we can work with you.

But you have gotta tell us
how you know him.

- Okay.
[exhales deeply]

Okay.

Maybe I saw him at that party
in the Hamptons.

But I am not testifying
against Rob Miller.

I'll take my chances inside.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, Jim.

- You looking for Noah,
Ms. Benson?

- Yeah, where is he?

- There must be some mix up.
- What?

- He got checked off
for early pickup.

- Not by me.

- How could you not know?

Two uniformed officers said
that

they had authorization for--

- No, I didn't send them.

- Signed off, Lieutenant
Olivia Benson right there.

- That wasn't me.
- Oh, jeez, I'm sorry.

[phone beeps]

- [shaky breathing]

Amanda.
- Yeah, Liv.

- Amanda, I need you
to put out an all-city alert.

Somebody's taken Noah.

- No.
No, Noah's here.

I've got him.

Two unis from the 21st
dropped him off.

They said you asked
for a pickup.

- No, I didn't, Amanda.
It was Rob Miller.

It had to be.

He...he's sending me a message,
Amanda.

He's sending me a message
that he can take my son

whenever he wants.

Just don't let him out
of your eyesight, okay?

- Okay.

Liv, it's all right.
I've got him.

Okay?
He's safe.

[phone beeps]

- [breathing heavy]

You son of a bitch.

- Take it easy.
Noah's fine.

- Stay away from my son.

- Or what, you'll shoot me?

Take my advice,
make life easier on yourself.

Drop this case.

- Go to hell.

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- So Rob Miller
and Wally Stevens.

Rob Miller stole
Nikki Staines' phone,

because he was scared
that Stevens would

implicate him
in the underage sex case.

- There was nothing
on the phone.

- The charges against Stevens
were dropped,

but that's how we know that

Rob Miller got
to Judge Leonard.

- Which we also can't prove.
What about the girls?

- Well, okay.

So, Brooke Davis was
with Lindsay Parker

the night she was killed.

Brooke ID'd Alex Kay,

who put Miller at a sex party
last September in the Hamptons,

but now refuses to testify
against Miller.

- So here's my working theory.

Rob Miller runs into Lindsay,

who just happens to be
his clients' daughter,

at a party Saturday night.

Miller panics because he thinks
that Lindsay can ID him.

He gives her a hot shot.

Okay, I know that
there are definitely a lot

of dots to connect--

- I'd say that's
an understatement, Lieutenant.

- He's a man,
not a supervillain.

He had to have made a mistake.

- If he did, I don't see it.

- My office, Counselor.

Whose side are you on?

- Not Rob Miller's.

- Doesn't look that way.

- You're accusing me
of something.

- I'm just asking.

I know that
Rob Miller is guilty.

- How?
- How?

Because he had unis pick up
my son from his school.

He was clearly threatening me.

He looked me in the eye
and he told me

to drop the case.

- When were you gonna
tell me this?

- That's irrelevant
to the investigation.

- Olivia, it is completely
relevant to the investigation.

He's threatening Noah.

Anything you find out,
his lawyer will claim you have

a personal vendetta
against him.

- Peter, I'm worried that
he's going to hurt my son.

Rob Miller is a criminal,
Peter.

He's a rapist,
he's a murderer...

and we got nothing.

And he's gonna get away
with all of this.

- Hey.

- Oh.

- Thanks for meeting me.

- Look, I am only here
because you swore

you wouldn't ask me
to testify.

- I'm not.

- So, what do you want?

- Same thing you want,
Rob Miller behind bars.

- How the hell are we gonna
do that?

- We're gonna break
a couple of rules.

- Brooke, you can come on in.
Just leave your stuff there.

Have a seat on the couch.

- You got a judge to sign off
on an arrest warrant.

- I did.
- With what evidence?

- Just trust me.

- Do I have a choice?

- Parkers are here.

- With their lawyer?
- Yeah.

- Mr. and Mrs. Parker.
- You have a break in the case?

- Yes, we have a suspect
in your daughter's murder.

- Who?
- Actually, it's your lawyer.

- What?
- Rob Miller.

You're under arrest

for the murder
of Lindsay Parker.

[handcuffs click]

Get him out of here.

.

- So you're just gonna
keep me in the dark?

- Well, the fisherman shouldn't

worry about what the chef
is gonna do with his catch.

- I love metaphors, Peter,
but not so much

when it involves
a rapist/murderer's

day in court.

And even less when
the State's case is--

- Circumstantial?

- Only circumstantial.

For all I know, all we have is
a bunch of arrows

on a corkboard signifying
a whole lot of nothing.

- Do you think Rob Miller raped
Nikki Staines?

- Of course.

- Do you think he murdered
Lindsay Parker?

- You know that I do.
- Good.

You caught the fish,
now let me cook it.

- [sighs]

- At first we thought
it was weird,

you know,
partying with old guys, but...

- But?

- I mean, we could hook up
with guys from our school,

but they don't...

- They don't give you
Birkin bags?

- I mean, it's not like
we were whores or anything.

- No, no, of course not.

You were 16-year-old girls
who were taken advantage of

by rich, horny old men.

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

And tell me, Miss Davis,

was one of these men
the defendant?

- I'm not sure.

I've never seen
his face before.

- So it's just
a coincidence that

you and Mr. Miller ate lunch
at BLT Steakhouse?

- I've never been to the BLT.

- That's odd...

because your phone was.

[remote clicks]

These are GPS records
from two cell phones.

Do you recognize
the 631 number?

- Yes, that's my number.

- Where was your phone located
on Tuesday, May 13th

between 1:17 p.m.
and 2:34 p.m.?

- 106 East 57th Street.

- The same place
during the same time

as the 914 number.

- That's what it looks like.

- Good.

In case you're wondering,

that number belongs
to the defendant, Rob Miller.

And the location
is BLT Steakhouse.

The exact one,
the same place that

you swore you'd never
eaten at before.

Now tell me, at that lunch,

did Mr. Miller give you
any money?

- No, I told you.

I've never been
to that restaurant.

- This is nonsense.
- Sit, Mr. Miller.

- Be that as it may,

has Mr. Miller ever given you
any cash?

- No.

Miss Davis...

do you recognize this document?

- Yes,
that's my bank statement.

- Direct your attention
to transaction on May 13th.

- That's impossible.

- What happened at 3:40 p.m.
on the 13th, Miss Davis?

- There was a deposit
for $9,500,

but I've never had
that much cash.

I didn't make that deposit.

- So you didn't deposit
the money

on the same day you didn't
have lunch with the defendant?

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

You know what it looks like
to me, Miss Davis?

It looks like Mr. Miller
paid you

to un-remember his face.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

- Nothing further.

- Let me ask you something,
Brooke.

Did you ever meet Rob Miller?

- No.

- Did he ever give you $9,500?
- No way.

- Thank you.

- No, he's not a member.

As a matter of fact,
I have no idea who he is,

and I've been working
for the club for 27 years.

- You just let anyone in?

- No, he was looking
for a member,

so I said he could
wait in the lobby.

- Which member was
he looking for?

- Mr. Miller.

- I've never even seen
this guy.

- That's two strikes,
Mr. Miller.

[rewind zips]

- Now that's him, isn't it?
- Yes.

- And that's Mr. Miller's guest
leaving.

Do you notice anything
different about him?

- He came in with an envelope,
he left without one.

- And that was 15 minutes
after Mr. Miller arrived.

- 17, if you look
at the time stamp on the video.

- Huh.

- Mr. Burton,
did you actually see

Mr. Miller greet
his so-called guest?

- No.

- Did you actually see him take

the envelope from his guest?

- No.

- That's Lamar Jackson.

- Have you had occasion
to meet Mr. Jackson?

- Yeah, he's a con.
I arrested him in 2014.

- For what?
- Selling narcotics.

- Have you ever heard
of China White?

- Yeah, that's the street term
for fentanyl.

That's what he was selling
when I busted him.

- Where is Mr. Jackson now?

- I wouldn't know.

- Would it surprise you
if Mr. Stone asked him

to take the stand?

- Nothing surprises me anymore.

- Well,
I'll tell you this much,

it'd surprise me,
because that would mean

Mr. Stone was
suborning perjury.

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

I have no more questions
for the witness, Your Honor.

- The People rest, Your Honor.

- Mr. Biegel?

- The Defense calls
Nikki Staines.

.

- On the afternoon of May 13th,

did you make a visit

to the Commerce Bank
of Manhattan?

- I did.

- You remember how much money
you deposited?

- It was $9,500.

- Into your personal account?

- No.
- No.

Because you don't have
an account at Commerce do you?

- No.
- I didn't think so.

Can you tell me into whose
account you made a deposit?

- It was Brooke Davis' account.

- $9,500.
Whoa.

Feeling generous, were you?

- Objection.
- Sustained.

- Ms. Staines, can you tell me
why you would deposit money

into a complete stranger's
account?

- I was trying to frame
your client.

- Excuse me?

- I was trying to frame
Rob Miller.

- I'm speechless, Ms. Staines.

Speechless.

- Why would you try to frame
the defendant, Ms. Staines?

- Because he threatened me.

- How did he threaten you?

- I was in the middle
of a contested custody battle,

and Rob Miller had compromising
photos of me

that he threatened to turn over
to my ex-husband.

- And you were scared you would
lose custody of your daughter?

- He's evil.

He'll do whatever it takes
to get what he wants

no matter who it hurts.

- Are you still scared of him?

- Um, I don't know.

- She was completely
blacked out.

She doesn't remember anything.

- What if she does?

What if Benson convinces her
to testify?

- It'll be taken care of.

- How?
- No Nikki, no case.

- Do you recognize
those voices, Ms. Staines?

- That was Chief Dodds
and the defendant.

- Which one of them said,
"No Nikki, no case."?

- That was Rob Miller.

- I'll ask again.

Are you still scared?

- He killed Lindsay Parker,
didn't he?

- Objection.

- The jury will disregard
the witness' last statement.

- In fact, you were so scared
of Rob Miller

that you manufactured
circumstantial evidence

in order to trick the jury
into convicting him.

- Yes.

- You were so scared that
you risked your career

and your freedom to put him
in prison.

- I have a daughter.

He would be a threat to me
for the rest of my life

if I didn't do anything.

[sniffles]

- What the hell?

- I shouldn't be talking
to you.

- Oh, I see.
Now you worry about ethics.

Haven't you learned by now
that people

that screw with me typically
don't have happy endings?

Endings I want.
Endings I control.

It's called power, Lieutenant.

- Good night.

- I've got it.

You pissants
don't comprehend it.

You'll see,
when the dust settles,

you, your friend
Nikki Staines...

- You okay, Liv?

- Get this piece of dirt
away from me.

- Do not touch me.

A word to the wise, Lieutenant.

You're a tiny fish.

Tiny fish always get eaten
by the bigger fish.

Like it or not,
it's how the world works.

- Somebody's freaking out.

- You were at the trial?

- No, but I heard Nikki put on
quite a show.

- What, Nikki?
What are you doing?

- Oh, my God, stop it.

What I did, I didn't just do it
for me, you know.

- Whoa.

I would have never agreed
to this.

- That's it--that's why
we didn't say anything to you.

- "We"?
Who's "we"?

Stone knew about this?

- [chuckles]
Christ, Liv.

It was his idea.

- You and Stone tried to frame
Miller?

- Yeah.
He is guilty.

- You could both be disbarred
for this.

- Oh, God.
You know what?

There are things that are
more important

than a license to tap dance
around a courtroom.

- Oh, my God.

- We've been doing this
a long time, Liv.

And we don't say it out loud
or when the lights are on,

but there are times in the dark

when we whisper,
"Sometimes the law's

just not good enough."

And a threat to my child's
safety is one of those times.

At least I won't have to
look over my shoulder

for the rest of my life.

Oh, and guess what.
Neither will you.

- No.
No.

I am not part of this.

- Yeah, you are.

- Have you reached a verdict?

- We have.

- What say you?

- On the sole count
of the indictment,

Murder in the Second Degree,

we find the defendant,
Robert Alan Miller, guilty.

- Wait, what?

- You've gotta be kidding me.
- Rob, that can't...

Rob. Rob, hold on a sec.

- Son of a bitch.

You set me up,
you son of a bitch!

You set me up!
[gavel pounds]

- Order!
Order!

[handcuffs click]

- I don't even know what
to say.

Congratulations?

I mean, you won the case

without a single piece
of evidence.

- I proved Miller was
a bad guy,

and the jury put him away
for that alone.

For once the arrow
on the wheel of justice

stopped at the right place.

- Yeah, with a little help.

- Everybody needs
a little help, Liv.

- Even me.

- Actually, you're the one
person who could probably

make it on her own.

- Okay, well,
let's take it easy.

We both know that's not true.

- Yeah, I do,
but that's not what

most people wanna hear, is it?

- Peter.

Thank you.
- Why?

Because I put my integrity
and my career

and everything I believe in
in jeopardy for a good friend?

- Yes.
Yes.

And I didn't ask for this.

- I know you didn't ask for it.
I did it anyway.

I was always gonna do it.

I hope you find someone
like that again.

- What does that mean?

- Look at what I just did
in there.

Now, I don't regret any of it
for a minute, none of it.

I simply lost perspective.
This is on me.

It's a...it's a weakness
and it's a crack

in my character.

But the fact is,
you became more important to me

than the case I was trying
and that is not me, Liv.

You can look at a case
with an open heart.

I can't do that.
I have--no, stop.

I have to look
at a case through clear eyes.

- Hold on, hold on.
- I will risk--

Stop, just listen.
I have to move on.

I have to go or risk
getting blinded again.

- Wait.

- You take care of yourself,
Liv.

[wolf howls]