All language subtitles for 1218 Bully-eng

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.

Great show, Andreas.

You've really outdone
yourself this time.

- Every piece is brilliant!
- Not brilliant enough.

The N.E.A.
Just cancelled my grant.

Three people in Missouri complained.

Andreas!
Andreas, where are you?

Here comes your new funding.

Hi, my darling.

Where have you been hiding?

Your paintings are absolutely genius,

especially the one in the other room.

What are you talking about?
These are my only paintings.

No.
No, no, no.

This one.
This is it.

This symbolizes the death
of light, of hope,

of white privilege.

The red paint- it's a
primal scream of agony

warning society to wake up.

That's not paint.

Blood's from Ellen Sazelin, 43.

Business card says she's cfo of
Luscious Grape distributors.

Never heard of it.

That's 'cause you don't
buy $5,000 bottles of nene.

Neither do I,

but I've seen their ads in
the wall street journal.

Dead how long?

Body temp puts TOD

Somewhere between
6:00 and 9:00 P.M.

She exsanguinated from
a severed carotid.

- Any evidence of a break-in?

Locks on the windows and
doors weren't tampered with,

but we're dusting for prints.
- Mm-hmm.

Used a piece of glass from
the broken vase, huh?

She definitely struggled.
Panties are torn too.

- He rape her?
- Signs of anal trauma...

no DNA.
Neighbors hear anything?

Too much nsese from the
gallery opening downstairs.

And get this- the show is called

dollars and death:
The politics of blood.

So she brings home a date,

opens something from
the company cellar,

and he attacks her.

So much for romance.

Luscious Grape home page was
the last site she visited

before she was killed.

She worked around the clock.

Who's that woman in the video?

Hi.
I'm Annette Cole,

president and CEO of Luscious Grape,

New York's premier wine
and spirits importer.

We're here to satisfy all
your imbibing desires.

And this is Ellen Sazelin,

the CFO of Luscious Grape.

Annette and I founded our
little business 15 years ago.

We planted a tiny seed and
have had the pleasure

of watching it blossom and mature

into this marvelous
vineyard of success.

I wonder if Ellen's killer
resented what she had.

Maybe a jealous coworker.

Come meet Bruce clarkson,

the head of our
advertising department.

Annette and Ellen are
not only coworkers.

They're mothers to us all.

And this is corrine Stafford,
our newest LG member.

I'm the baby of the LG family,

but the second I arrived,

everybody made me feel right at home.

Hey, Justin!
Justin Jennings...

our star salesman.

We're a small, tightly
knit group here at LG,

and Annette and Ellen
make us all feel...

Real special.

And this is David
Watson, our wine buyer.

We'd be lost without him...
And his nose.

Beautiful.

Here's to another
fantastic year at LG.

Come be partrt of our family.

Share our love of Luscious Grape.

Cheers!

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Luscious Grape...

I wonder if Ellen's neighbors

are as friendly as her coworkers.

Shouldn't take long to find out.

There are only three
tenants in the building.

The woman who lived
above Ellen for ten years

said she never made a peep.

Sure not the Ellen
we saw in the video.

The story of Ellen's life...

the guy on three said she was so shy,

wouldn't even say hello
in the elevator.

What about the other
tenant in the building?

A Maureen Eland.

Neighbor says that she
travels a lot for work.

I do.
What's going on here?

You know Ellen Sazelin?

Not really.
Did something happen to her?

I'm sorry.
She's dead.

Oh, my God.

You ever notice anyone going
in and out of her place?

Not that I saw.
You should talk to Andreas.

The artist who owns the gallery?

When he's not painting,
he's prowling.

Creep showed up at my
door about six months ago

with a bottle of wine.

I drank too much and fell asleep,

and I woke up, and
he was on top of me.

- Did he rape yo - he tried.

I screamed and pushed him off.

Uh, he split.

- Did you call the cops?
- No.

I had drank too much.

Plus, he owns the building,

and the very next day, he
gave me a break on my rent.

- Andreas?
- Gallery's closed!

Can't you read?

Glad to see that last night's murder

didn't stifle your creativity.

Uh, look, I already told the cops

I didn't see anything
except for the, uh, blood

which dripped in from
the ceiling there.

Right, baby?
That's what he told them.

He's all about the truth you know?

- Can you give us a minute?
- Sure.

But don't upset him and
screw up his mojo.

So Picasso, when was the last
time you saw Ellen Sazelin?

Ah, I don't know, like...

couple of weeks maybe?

She's not exactly the type
to grab my attention.

Really? 'Cause we heard you
like to meet the neighbors.

Sure you didn't pop upstairs
with a bottle of vino?

Yeah, invite yourself in,

rape Ellen to inspire your, uh, mojo?

Who told you that?
Maureen?

'Cause she invited me up, okay?

And then once I was
inside, she jumped me.

Look, I mean, I wiped my
hands of her months ago,

and I'm done with you too okay?

Leave.

Hey get away from that!

Is that blood on your hands?

Son of a bitch used her
blood to paint with.

I was never in Ellen's loft.

I just incorporated what had
already dripped onto the canvas.

And hid it from the cops
when they questioned you.

Why?

The only piece I sold was to cindi.

I had to finish it.

So part of the deal was
for her to pose naked to...

Inspire you?

Hey, whatever gets
the juices flowing.

Your muse also told a patrol officer

that she came to the gallery
an hour before the show,

and she couldn't find you anywhere.

I left for a while.

To go upstairs and
rape Ellen Sazelin.

I was down the block.

A guy named Michael Spero runs a blog

called outrageous artists.

He was interviewing me online

for an hour about my show.

No, no, no, no.
No, that's not what I'm saying.

I'm saying that to- you
know, if you own my work,

if you're fortunate
enough to own my work...

you have to be able to understand

the guiding principle behind the work,

or you're not going
to be able to get it,

no matter how long you look at it.

You're not going to be
able to grasp it fully,

fully appreciate- - the guy may be

a pretentious douche,
but he's not lying.

He never had time to go
up to Ellen's place.

So she's got no
friends, no visitors.

You got anything else on her?

Yeah, she was an only child.
Parents are deceased.

Never married, lived in
the city her entire life,

and never had as much
as a traffic ticket.

And according to the neighbors,

she had zero social life.

So where did she meet a guy
that raped and killed her?

- Could be a random grab- perp
snatched her off the street

and forced her into her
place with a weapon.

Or she could have met
him through her work.

Well, business must be
good for Luscious Grape.

They just were awarded
the medal of excellence

by some fancy wine magazine?

They also publish testimonials
from their customers.

"I adore being a member
of the LG family."

"Not only are you
wonderful businesspeople,

you're wonderful people."

"Thank you for all your
personal time and attention."

- Sounds too lovey-dovey to me.

So you're not buying
the hype either.

Come on, no company
satisfies every customer.

Maybe someone got pissed off at Ellen

and took it out on her.

Let's ask Ellen's business
partner, Annette Cole.

I can't believe she's gone.

Ellen and I...
Were best friends for years.

She was the younger
sister I never had.

We're very sorry for your loss.

She was so upbeat last night.

Said this year was
gonna be our best yet.

What time was this?

6:00.

We do dinner, uh, once
a week at Angelino's.

Uh, afterwards, she headed home

so she could get a jump
on our corporate returns.

Sounds like Luscious
Grape was her life.

Hers and mine.

We started it in a
garage in Jersey city.

Everybody said we'd be out
of business in six months.

Last year our sales
were over $15 million.

And you and Ellen
were the only owners?

Uh, we have ten employees,

but we all hold stock.

We're more like a
family than a business.

You have any disputes
with customers or vendors?

Well, every transaction
was aboveboard,

thanks to Ellen.

I mean, I may be the public
face of the company,

but Ellen was the brains behind it...

a genius with numbers.

Together, we made one
hell of a businesswoman.

Did Ellen have any outside friends?

Maybe a boyfriend?

Oh, she never gave herself
the chance to date.

She spent so much time here.

I was afraid she was gonna burn out.

Who was she friendly with at work?

Oh, the head of advertising,
Bruce clarkson.

I always thought they
were having an affair.

But...

Bruce has a boyfriend.

Other than my partner, Jack,
Ellen was my best friend...

incredibly kind, a blast at parties.

Really?

'Cause we heard that she
didn't go out much.

Ellen preferred to socialize
with me and my circle.

Some people around here
called her a fruit fly.

Meaning she liked gay men
more than straight men?

Ellen said that straight guys
only cared about the surface,

and she didn't have the looks.

The only way she could approach a guy

was if she was sloshed.

That's why she drank so much.

She had a drinking problem.

Secretly.

I don't think even Annette knew.

Then...

Uh, one night about five years ago,

I saw Ellen in here working late,

just bombed out of her mind.

I had a problem of my own,
so we went to AA. Together

and have been sober ever since.

Well, it appears

that she'd been drinking
the night she was killed.

Oh, no.

You didn't know she'd
fallen off the wagon.

Ellen did seem out of it lately,

jittery and preoccupied.

Did you ask her if
something was wrong?

Last week in the parking garage,

she was on her cell.

I could hear the person on
the other end of the line

screaming at her.

When she saw me, she hung up.

She said it was nothing, but
she was really rattled.

I dumped Ellen Sazelin's
phone for the past month,

left are outgoing, right
are incoming calls.

And I think I may know
who's been harassing her.

This number she called four times

in the last two weeks.

The person on the other end
called her, what, 50 times?

More like 63 times, all
hours of the day and night.

Well, no wonder she was jittery.

The guy was harassing her.

Last time this guy called her back

it was three hours
before she was murdered.

This was on her voice mail.

I'm gonna kill you, bitch,
unless you give me what I want.

I know where you live.
I'm watching you.

- Who's the stalker?
- Number belongs

to a business called
"my leather fantasy."

Accountant by day,
dominatrix by night?

- No, not "s" and "m"-
high-end Italian handbags,

wallets, gloves, and shoes.

And great customer service.

Website says it's owned
by an Edward Ross Stanton

who lives on park Avenue.

But I routed the phones to an office

rented by a two-time
hump named Juan Alvarez.

Knock, knock!

Hey, I'm looking for
a leather fantasy.

Name is NYPD-hey!

I screwed up my shoulder
busting in your back door.

Don't make me break
my fist on your face.

I swear I didn't
threaten nobody, man!

- Yeah. What's this?
- I'm gonna kill you, bitch,

unless you give me what I want.

I know where you live,
and I'm watching you.

Technology's amazing.

Police!
Up against the wall!

Fin, call a bus.

You killed my wife!

Murderer!
You killed my Peggy!

He murdered my Peggy!

Mr. Gilcrest, we have no records

of your wife being murdered

by Juan Alvarez or anyone else.

You don't always need a weapon

to commit murder.

Maybe you'd better
tell me what happened.

Peggy had early Alzheimer's.

Right before Thanksgiving, I
was t-thinking she was asleep.

I went out to the store.
That's when she got online...

And started shopping
at my leather fantasy.

That old broad bought five
grand worth of merchandise.

When her husband called,
I told him no refunds,

no returns.

Pissed him off.

He started yelling,
said he was gonna sue me.

Well, your phone records show

that you called them dozens of times,

usually in the middle of the night.

Okay.
So I harassed the bitch.

She started having panic attacks

whenever the phone rang.

Two days ago, he called...

And my poor Peggy collapsed.

Her heart gave out.

He killed my wife.

You hounded Mrs.
gilcrest to death.

No, I didn't.
I told her if she wasn't happy,

she could post negative stuff
about me on the Internet.

Come again?

The more comments you
get online, good or bad,

the higher your Google ranking.

Scaring people to death
is now a marketing ploy?

- For every pissed-off customer,

100 new people visit my website.

10% to 20% of them buy something...

Ka-ching!

You are some piece of
crap, you know that?

- But I didn't kill nobody.
- All right.

Let's...

Let's talk about one of
your other customers,

Ellen Sazelin.

Now, your 63rd call to her

came three hours before she
was raped and murdered.

I was just trying to
boost my search ratings.

But that wasn't enough, so
you decided to stalk her?

- No!
- She comes home,

you follow her in, but
you get out of control?

I never went near her house.

- Really?
W- well, where were you?

Scaring the crap out
of Mary Ann Fitzgerald...

3209 Netherland Avenue in the Bronx.

She came outside on her front porch,

started screaming her ass off at me.

Go ask her.

It's not Alvarez.
Mary Ann Fitzgerald confirms.

He was across from her
house from 6:00 to 10:00

the night Ellen Sazelin was murdered.

But he's still going down.

We got him cold on
second-degree menacing.

And we got no one for
Ellen Sazelin's murder.

If it was murder.

I'm ruling Ellen's manner
of death as undetermined.

Wait a minute.
I thought you said

that she was raped and
had her throat slit.

But the autopsy found no
DNA on or near her person,

and csu found no fingerprints
in the apartment but hers.

Well, the perp could
have worn gloves.

Or she was so drunk,

she accidentally fell on
that vase and bled to death.

Her blood alcohol was 1.6.

I also found healing bruises
on her arms and legs

and a fresh bruise on her back

from a few hours before she died.

Well, we did only find one
wineglass at the scene.

Maybe Ellen fell off the wagon,

she downed a whole bottle of
champagne, and she tripped.

And got anal trauma on the way down?

A reaction to stress...

she might have been pleasuring herself

with some kind of instrument
and got too violent.

CSU found sex toys in her apartment.

And when I got her on the slab...

I discovered she had bald spots

she tried to hide
with hair extensions.

She pulled her hair out?

She suffered from Trichotillomania,

another reaction to severe stress,

along with the violent
masturbation and binge drinking.

Any idea how long
she was stressed out?

Based on the hair that's regrown...

I'd say months.

Wow.

She was really hurting herself.

Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

Everyone at Luscious Grape
said they were all so close...

one big, happy family.

Wouldn't you notice if your
sister was pulling her hair out?

I don't know why Ellen
was so stressed out.

Well, you said she seemed jittery.

I just thought it was

from putting in so
much time at work...

Just like the rest of us.

Ellen never said anything to
me except "hi" in the morning

and "good-bye" at night.

So you never saw her
looking upset or depressed?

This is a great company.
They treat us like gold here.

Everyone's always cheery and smiling,

including Ellen.

"Cheery"? You just said that
she barely spoke a word to you.

Yes, but when she did,
it was with a smile.

I didn't know Ellen
that well, but...

Her death is a huge loss to all of us.

You been working here since day one,

and you didn't know her that well?

I'm the top salesman,

and even when I do come
by the office, it...

...

A girl like Ellen
really isn't your type.

Look...

This company treats everybody
great, especially me.

If there's any office gossip,

I'm out of the loop.

It's a great place to work.

There's nothing to gossip about here.

Really?

Usually the smaller the
company, the better the dirt.

I'm sorry, detective.

That's not Luscious Grape.

Ellen was brilliant at what she did.

Her death is a terrible blow.

It's only now really sinking in.

My friend...

My partner is gone.

I keep expecting to hear her
laugh coming down the hallway.

Annette...
It's time.

If you'll excuse us.

We're headed to the memorial service.

Every one of these people
made sure to tell us

that Ellen's death was a huge loss.

Like somebody told them what to say.

Olivia Benson.
We better find something

more than suspicions for Hardwicke,

or we're gonna be stuck
with Warner's findings

that Ellen died in a drunken stupor.

Maybe her ghost is
haunting her loft.

What does that mean?
Someone's in her apartment?

Andreas just called.
He said he heard loud noises,

like somebody was
wrecking the apartment.

I'll tell patrol to meet you there.

- The crime-scene seal on
the front door was broken.

I entered, announced, and saw a figure

racing down the fire escape.

- Male or female figure?
- I couldn't tell...

was wearing pants and a hoodie.

I lost him by the time
I reached the street.

Well, we spooked somebody from LG.

They raced over here as soon as
the memorial service was over.

Tore this place apart
looking for something.

Well, Ellen's computer's
got a bunch of files open.

CSU cloned her hard drive.
They didn't find a thing.

Maybe Ellen backed it up
and hid it somewhere?

Uh...

How about in a Panda?

Flash drive.

20 mpegs.

Looks like all of them
shot at Luscious Grape.

But why is she
making movies at work?

Well, let's see.

Filmed herself with a webcam, huh?

It's Wednesday, January 26th,

4:00 P.M.

It's the third time this week.
You're all incompetent!

- That's Annette.
- David!

I just went through these
inventories myself.

You missed three cases!
Do it again!

And you, corrine, you can wipe
that smirk off your face,

with this crap you've been doing!

And what about you, you big fruit?

Do you expect me to accept this ad?

This is the 21st century.

If you want to keep your job,

I suggest you give
me some decent work!

And you, you lazy bitch!
You're the worst of all!

I just found three typos!

Annette, just please calm down.

Screw you.

All these years, I have
been carrying you, Ellen.

I could do those damn books with
my arm tied behind my back!

Now, let's get into my office.

No, I'm not going anywhere with you

not until you lower your voice E.

Oh, really?

Oh!

Luscious Grape on the outside,

poison on the inside.

No wonder they all pretended

that everything was so wonderful.

They were scared that
Annette's gonna fire them.

Or kill them.

You little bitch!
You're the worst of all!

I just found three typos!

Annette, just please calm down.

Screw you!

All these years, I have
been carrying you, Ellen.

I could do those damn books with
my arm tied behind my back!

Now, let's get into my office.
No, no...

I was Ellen's friend.

We were just having a
little disagreement.

You were publicly berating her

and everybody else on your staff.

Somebody is trying
to make me look bad.

Where did you get it?
Ellen's apartment.

Guess you didn't look hard enough.

Well, you broke into
Ellen's loft last night

looking for this.

Now, I can't say that I blame you.

I wouldn't want anyone
to see this either.

- What are you talking about?
- So what happened?

Ellen told you that she'd
recorded the rants

and she was gonna show
them to the world?

Or did she just want
the sister she never had

to stop beating the
living crap out of her?

- That tape's doctored.
- You wish.

Our techs checked it
out, and it's real,

along with all the
other tapes she made.

- Other tapes?
- 20 little horror films...

All of them starring you.

I push everyone as
hard as I push myself.

No, you're a schoolyard bully

who preys on the weakest kid.

Ellen preyed on me.

She treated me like her
personal assistant.

Who are you kidding?

You had that woman so stressed out,

she started drinking again.
You have no idea

how arrogant she could be...

always telling me I wasn't
carrying my own weight,

threatening to gang up with the
rest of them to buy me out.

Ellen was scared of her own shadow.

You bullied her, and you treated her

like your own personal punching bag.

You are taking that out of context.

Ellen was my best friend!

That's not what your
waiter said at angelino's.

No, he said that the night
that Ellen was killed,

you were screaming at her.

Oh, she was being impossible

about changing import strategies,

lording her damn numbers over me.

That very same waiter also said

that you threw your coffee
cup at Ellen when she left.

He's lying!

Maybe you should have
left a bigger tip.

You followed her home, didn't you?

You found her drinking her pain away,

and you tried bullying her
into giving you those tapes.

I went directly home after dinner.

And when she resisted,
you pushed her,

the vase broke, and you were so angry,

you grabbed the shard, and
you jammed it into her neck.

Stop it.
I loved Ellen.

I would never have hurt her!

Except when you're verbally
abusing her to death

every day of her life?

She was a recluse, a drunk.

I am the head of a successful company.

You're a pissy little tyrant,

and Ellen was the perfect victim

because she never fought back.

Who you gonna beat up now?

How about us, Annette?

Pick on somebody who'll fight back.

Are you charging me with anything?

Not yet.

Then I'm leaving.

If you want to talk to me again,

call my attorney.

Queen of mean's on a tear.

Who's she gonna punish when
she gets back to the office?

- My bet-they're gonna smile,
pretend she's mother Teresa,

and then duck.

It's amazing the abuse
people will put up with

in a lousy economy.

Can't we at least
charge her with battery?

She knocked Ellen around, and she
has the bruises to prove it.

Who's gonna back us up?
Some of her friends at work?

Without a corroborating
witness, we got nothing.

Well, if we go back at
'em with better ammo...

I'll ask hardwicke to pull
the company's financials

and subpoena Ellen's
disability and medical claims.

Bully's like a rabid dog.

Wants to take a bite out of everybody.

Maybe we can get somebody
else she bit to talk.

Ellen filed five workers'
comp claims last year?

How am I supposed to know that?

And you didn't notice

your best friend was absent from work.

She said she was
traveling on business.

You bought that?

I mean, knowing how
Annette was abusing her?

What do you want from me?

The truth about Annette's behavior.

Or did this $200,000 car
that she bought you

also buy your silence?

- This was my year-end bonus.

Taking a little time off from work?

Have you been following me?

All the way over
here to your shrink.

Work got you stressed out?

I'm not allowed to have problems?

Listen, you shouldn't
be getting sick

worrying that at any minute
your boss might flip her lid.

Annette is a great boss.
I've got nothing more to say.

I don't know how many
times I have to say it.

LG is a great place to work.

Especially when you got a place
like this to come home to.

Nice digs Annette paid for.

Justin!
Mother needs her juice!

- Just a minute, mom!
- I am parched.

- That your mom?
- Mm.

Sang opera.
- Mm-hmm.

Must be weird having mommy so close

when you're bringing
home all that hot tail.

My mother's disabled.
I take care of her.

Kind of like how your
boss takes care of you

so you don't blab what
a psycho bitch she is.

Justin!

Annette's generosity is a godsend.

I am lucky to work for her.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy.

Oh, sure.

Working for Annette is a dream job.

I'll say.

She pulls strings to get your kids

into the whitethorne academy,

Springs for the $100,000 tuition.

She's their godmother.
It's all legal.

Well, killing Ellen Sazelin wasn't.

What happened to
Ellen was a tragedy.

Her death is- - a great loss.

Yeah, I read the press release.

But who's next, David...

you, Bruce, corrine?

You know Annette's
totally lost control.

She might not be perfect,

but none of us will say
a bad word about her...

Ever.

What's wrong with you people?

It's a form of Stockholm syndrome.

Annette's employees have
bonded to her emotionally

in order to survive.
Like an abused wife

who says that her husband
really loves her

because he brings her roses.

Then he beats her again, and
he buys her another present

to say that he's sorry,

and the cycle just
keeps repeating itself

until the victim thinks it's normal.

- I don't know.
- All right.

- This could be good
old-fashioned greed.

I mean, if Annette
goes down for murder,

bye-bye Luscious Grape,
a steady paycheck,

and all the other goodies
that go with it.

And the goodies are
about to get even better.

A buddy of mine at the SEC.

Says globacol is about
to buy Luscious Grape

for $500 million.

That much for a booze distributor.

Sidney Frank sold grey
goose for $2.3 billion.

And next month, Luscious
Grape is coming out

with a premium line of
vodka called polara.

And Annette's hold
over her employees

just gets that much stronger.

Subpoenaing them as hostile witnesses

won't get you anything.

How do we break Annette's spell?

What, wait until
another employee dies?

Don't have to.
Look what just hit the news.

- Yeah, amazing video- the
secretly taped footage

shows Annette Cole, ceo
of Luscious Grape,

a well-regarded Manhattan
liquor distributor,

verbally and physically
harassing the company's CFO,

Ellen Sazelin,

who was found dead in her
apartment three days ago.

Now, our producers tell us
that msnbc received this package

apparently sent by the
victim herself...

Ellen must have mailed it
after her dinner with Annette.

Well, well, well, the
church mouse finally roared.

Tv's not the only place it hit.

It's all over the Internet.

"And you thought
your job was bad."

"Worst boss evah!"

Looks like Annette
was just found guilty

in the court of public opinion.

Hey, it's the bully boss!

Suck it, bitch!

- Bad day, garbo?
- Screw you.

I'm ruined.
Let me guess...

orders canceled, hate mail pouring in,

people calling you to yell at you?

How's it feel to get a
taste of your own medicine?

I know you people leaked that tape.

Ellen would never
have done that to me.

Are you really that delusional?

You'll be hearing from my lawyer.

I'm suing the NYPD for
emotional distress.

I hope you have a good p.
R. Person.

Annette, did you murder
your business partner?

- Leave me alone!
- Did Ellen Sazelin kill herself

because of years of your abuse?

What's going to
happen to your company?

Protect me.
It's your job!

You're the bully.
Show 'em who's boss.

Get out of my way!
Get out of my way!

- Annette!
- Annette!

- Leave me alone!
- Annette! Annette!

Video surfaced
showing shocking abuse

committed by CEO Annette Cole.

Globacol withdrew their
half-billion-dollar offer

for Luscious Grape, citing
their morals clause.

- "Annette-a the hun."

"Bitchy boss pops."

"Luscious Grape or
bully and rape?"

She really is ruined.

And took down her own company
and all its employees with her.

Well, if any one of
them had had any guts,

Ellen might still be alive.

Does a person like that
ever look in the mirror

and face up to all the
damage she's done?

I think she already has.

Annette's lawyer just
scheduled a press conference

at 10:00 A.M.
tomorrow morning.

She wants to explain her
actions on that tape.

You mean explain them away.

She also wants us to be there.

Thank you all for coming.

I just want to say that, um...

I- I never meant to harm anybody.

I'm mortified

by how I must look on that tape.

But...

To my business partners,

let me say this...

Screw you for abandoning me

in my time of need.

To my customers...

Who canceled orders and
left hateful messages,

you can all go to hell too.

Annette, stop this.

To the press who turned on me,

and to the NYPD who
hounded me mercilessly,

you're scum- all of you!

And to my family

at Luscious Grape,

my lying, backstabbing,
ungrateful family...

you're all fired, each
and every one of you.

You're as lazy and as useless
as that bitch Ellen was,

dragging me down so far...

the company I built
with my own two hands.

I just want you to remember one thing.

You made me do this.

Annette, no!

She feigns contrition
to draw in her victims,

and then she traumatizes
them by saying,

"you made me do this."

It worked.

She shocked her employees,
and lots of press there too.

What you get when you mix a
sociopath and a narcissist...

a ticking time bomb.

So Hardwicke says she
will take the rant

about "that bitch Ellen" as
Annette's coesession to murder.

Any word about the
fate of the company?

Yes. Annette's attorney
has petitioned a judge

on behalf of her estate.

She's leaving every
penny to her pooch.

So nothing for the loyal employees.

A final "screw you."

Ellen's AA.
Pal Bruce is having a really bad day.

Got nailed by a hit-and-run.

I was walking along,

trying to get that
horrible image of Annette

out of my head.

I didn't look when I
crossed the street,

and wham.

Yeah, the lady who called 911...

she heard the hit.

She expected to find you in
two pieces when she ran out.

- It was an accident.
- Did you see the car?

Got hit, blacked out, woke up here.

The woman who found you
said the car never stopped.

- It was totally my fault.
- Well...

Hit-and-run is a felony, so
we're canvassing the area.

We're gonna find out
who did this to you.

Security cam at the
bodega on the corner

brought us this little thriller.

Now, Bruce was walking
down the street,

up pulls a Chevy- check this out.

For someone who says he
doesn't know who hit him,

he sure is friendly with that driver.

Oh, that car's gonna run him down.

That was no accident.

So why'd Bruce lie about it?

You better ask the driver.

- Donald fielding?
- Who's asking?

NYPD.

Oh, that was quick.

Ain't even called the
insurance company yet.

Really? We heard you were
in quite a hurry to get home.

Home?
I haven't been out in two days.

- So who banged up your
car- the dent fairy?

Some old geezer backed into it.

Here on the street?

Nah, at the parking
lot at the store.

Okay, I'm now officially confused.

I don't drive no more, right?

The dmv yanked my license.

This morning, my granddaughter
borrowed the car

to go to the market,

said some old fart backed into her...

got so rattled, she forgot
to bring me my smokes.

What's your granddaughter's name?

- - You think I ran over Bruce?

No, I think you chatted him up first,

but that didn't go as planned,

so you went after him with
your grandfather's car.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Okay.

So how about now?

You don't understand.

I don't understand why I am here.

We found the driver
who ran you over.

We need you to make an I.
D. Right here.

I told you, I didn't see the car.

Okay, so humor us.

So I borrowed my poppy's car,
and I tracked Bruce down,

and I was already so angry
that when he blew me off,

I just lost it,

'cause that son of a
bitch ruined everything!

- What is everything?
- Corrine-don't!

- Bruce killed Ellen.
- I did not.

I did not kill her!
Let me in!

Let me in! - Hold on.
All right!

Corrine, I did not kill her!

You did so!

I told you Ellen was
dead when I got there!

Then who killed her?

I don't know!
It must have been Annette!

No. You had to be the
one to go talk to her,

and you both started drinking,
and you screwed everything up!

I'm sober!

- Calm down!
- That crazy bitch

tried to run me over.

Because you killed Ellen
and ruined our entire plan!

Whoa! Wh p plan?

Our plan to keep Ellen

from revealing our secret at work.

Annette's bullying.

The bullying, the
bonuses, and payouts

to keep us all quiet.

You all had a lot to lose if
that buyout didn't go through.

We had everything to lose

if anybody found out about Annette...

our jobs, our future.

With everything she put us through,

we earned what was coming to us!

Well, you were all victims,

but I think Ellen got it the worst.

Ellen was losing her mind.

She was always a little
weaker than the rest of us,

but she was really coming unglued.

One day I heard her at her desk

mumbling about showing
the world the truth

and how, once her proof got out,

Annette would get what she deserved.

So I went into the
break room at lunch,

and I told the others.
Who are the others?

Me, Justin, David.

- Not Annette.
- Hell, no.

Annette was the enemy.

She never even knew about the tapes.

You all killed Ellen...

With your greed.

Your friend needed you, and
you turned your back on her.

We just wanted her to shut up,

just keep it together!

We-we were even willing to give her

part of our share of the buyout!

He said that he would talk to her.

He said he could get through to her.

We never thought that
he would kill her!

I didn't kill her!
She was already dead!

But you still knew

that somebody might
find that flash drive,

so you broke back in.
That was David.

And he couldn't find the tapes.
It was too late anyway.

Ellen had already sent
them to the tv station.

I might have conspired against her,

but I never hurt my friend.

We just wanted to be rich.

- What a cluster.
- So what do you think?

Did Annette kill Ellen, or
was this a drunken accident?

It wasn't an accident.

Your victim was intoxicated, but
someone else got her drunk.

CSU finally pieced together

the champagne bottle that
was in Ellen's apartment.

Well, if she didn't drink willingly,

what did the perp do,
ram it down her throat?

I found no alcohol in her stomach.

Her BAC Was 1.6.

I'm saying he didn't
ram it down her throat.

You got to be kidding me.

I never found any fingerprints,

but I hadn't looked at the
rim of the bottle for cells.

I found these on the
lip of the bottle.

These are crypts of morgagni,
only found in the anus.

It certainly explains
the trauma, but...

Why?

It's an old alcoholic's trick.

You get drunk faster

because the alcohol
bypasses the stomach

and is absorbed directly
into the bloodstream.

There are reports of young girls
saturating tampons with vodka.

Gets 'em loaded, but keeps
their breath smelling sweet.

File under "things I
never wanted to know."

I bet I know someone who would.

I brought a bottle of
champagne to Ellen, so...

I hate to tell you, but those
aren't hard to come by.

I sell wine for a living, remember?

Except it wasn't a brand that
was sold by Luscious Grape.

But it was sold...
At a liquor store

right down the street from
Ellen Sazelin's apartment.

Why would I buy anything there?

So your company inventory
wouldn't get dinged

d d none of your
co-conspirators would know

you weren't following the plan.
- Co-conspirators?

Corrine, David, Bruce.

We have their sworn statements,

which puts you on the
hook for Ellen's murder.

This is crazy.

Justin!
Mother needs more juice!

Coming!

Actually, it makes perfect sense.

You stood to lose millions

if Ellen blew the whistle
on Annette's bullying.

The only problem was everyone agreed

that Bruce should be the one
to try and shut her up.

You must have been saying, "really?
Bruce?

The company fruit?"

He's not the guy for the job.

She needed somebody
bigger, somebody better,

somebody who could
really rock her world.

Like a stud who knew how to
close a deal with a woman.

You think Bruce knows
how to close a deal, hmm?

Or that toad David?

So you went over to Ellen's place

before Bruce could get there.
She was pathetic.

Crying about how Annette was hurtful

and she couldn't take it anymore.

There's nothing worse
than a weepy woman.

Right?
I mean, get over it, bitch!

You're about to be worth a fortune!

So I tried to give her some champagne.

And she said no, that she was sober.

And you don't strike me as theypype

to take "no" for an answer,

so that's when you leaned
in and kissed her...

- Yeah!
And she- sh-she...

she rejected you.

- Can you believe it-
a woman like that?

Probably never been laid in her life.

So I-I tried again,
and she slapped me.

And that's when you attacked her.

No! I just pushed
her, not even hard.

And she fell back against
the coffee table,

and a vase broke,

and I said, "God, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry."

And I leaned down to
help her up, and...

That's when I saw the-the
glass in her neck.

There was so much blood.

- Why didn't you call 911?
- I freaked out.

I just thought I had to make
it look like an accident,

you know?

Like she was drunk off her ass.

Justin Jennings...

You're under arrest for the
murder of Ellen Sazelin.

How'd you know it was me?

Your mother was an opera singer,

needed to save those
vocal chords, so...

She downed her booze
through the back door.

Justin!

Where are you?

I need you.

Mother's very clever...

Taught me a lot of things.

Justin.

Justin?

Justin!

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