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In the criminal justice

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.

Come on, you can't
get away from me.

You shouldn't have
done that.

Ha! You're dead.

Disarm, evade,
and escape, belle.

You're training
to survive, not to kill.

Oh, my God, Catherine.

He--he went out
the window.

- I don't see anybody.
- Oliver, call the police

and tell them to meet us
at the hospital.

No hospital!
Belle, I can't.

Cat, you need a doctor.

You were raped.

I don't wanna be here.

Ms. Harrison...

I'm detective stabler,
my partner, detective tutuola.

- You feel up to talking?
- It's about time.

- I'm sorry, you are?
- Isabelle.

She's my best friend.

Can you tell us
what happened?

There's not much to tell.

I was exhausted
and went to bed early.

Cat teaches ninth grade
at Jefferson high.

When I woke up,
he was already on top of me.

His hand over my mouth.

- How'd he get in?
- Through the window.

- There's a fire escape.
- I guess I didn't lock it.

How could I be so stupid?

Cat, don't you dare
blame yourself.

Did he say anything?

No. He...

Ripped my nightgown
and my underwear,

panting in my ear,
pawing at me.

You see his face?
His body type?

- His race?
- It was too dark.

It was probably one
of those hoodlums from school.

My students wouldn't attack me.
They're good kids.

Good at robbing,
raping, and raising hell.

Don't accuse them,
they get enough of that

- from everyone else.
- With good reason.

- They're a bunch of--
- Isabelle,

I need to talk to you outside,
I'll take your statement.

You know
who attacked you.

He lives in
the apartment downstairs.

Who is it?

Kevin.

Isabelle's older brother.

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www.Addic7ed.Com

Isabelle, did you see or hear
anything during Catherine's attack?

I wish I had.

And my boyfriend, Oliver,
is teaching me krav maga.

I tried to get cat
to take a class,

but she was always too busy
trying to save those hood rats.

Did she ever mention
any of her kids

- threatening her?
- Yes.

That school's a zoo.

Most of them
already have records.

Go there, you'll see.

What makes you think it was
Isabelle's brother who attacked you?

Kevin's always on
the fire escape, hanging out.

I've caught him watching me
through the window.

Was he out there
last night?

Around 7:30,
while I was grading papers.

And you...

Obviously
didn't tell Isabelle.

How could I?

He's her brother.

Is your family close
to Catherine?

My brother knows cat.

But he barely talks to her.

Anyone really.
Kevin lives in his own head.

- Mentally ill?
- Bipolar.

Agoraphobic, too.

Why the hell are you
asking me about Kevin?

- He didn't attack cat.
- It crossed your mind.

That's why you accused
her students.

- Mr. Harrison.
- Where is she?

In there.

Are you all right,
Catherine?

A little shaky,
but I'll be fine.

Oh, God.

I'm detective stabler.

Thank you for calling,
detective.

I had no idea
my granddaughter

- was hurt and all alone.
- I wasn't alone.

Isabelle took care of me.

You are coming home
with me.

No, I'll be fine
in my apartment.

Catherine,
you really should

stay somewhere else
until we make an arrest.

You see?
You'll be safer with me.

Belle's gonna hate me now.

She's not your friend.

I will take care of you.

Isabelle's brother,
Kevin Wright,

pled guilty
to unlawful surveillance,

second degree,
in march 2008.

He was registered as
a level two sex offender.

He took photos of a woman
undressing in her bedroom

from the roof
of his building.

Then he tried to tell
the cops he was taking

stills for his job
at an engineering firm.

We got several arrests for
trespassing on the same block.

Hey, guys...

Lifted two dozen prints

belonging to Kevin Wright
from the fire escape outside

- the victim's window.
- Any prints inside?

Nope. But the lab's
still processing the bedding.

Preliminary report
shows no fluids.

So we got nothing putting him
in Catherine's bedroom.

Well, we did recover a partial
shoe impression by the bed.

Looks like
a men's size 11.

Well, you got enough
detail for a comparison?

When we know,
you'll know.

Well, if Kevin Wright
wears a size 11, we got him.

Don't bother
trying him at his office.

He got fired two days ago
for acting crazy.

It's a good thing
we know where he lives.

Kevin said he
didn't even touch you.

He's never even been
to your room.

Belle, I'm sorry,
but it was him.

You said you didn't
see his face.

Hey, hey, hey!
What's going on?

- She's accusing my brother.
- I'm not making it up.

Catherine,
you and your grandfather,

- it's time to leave.
- Come on, Catherine.

- You don't belong here.
- And neither do you.

They're trespassing.
Arrest them.

Enough.
Enough.

Sir, it's time to leave.

I always said
this was a bad neighborhood.

Where's your brother?

I don't know.

But he's done nothing
wrong.

Just enough
to get himself fired.

He's a brilliant engineer,
you know.

He builds Bridges.

He must've stopped
taking his meds.

He do that a lot?

Every couple of years,
he thinks he doesn't need them.

And when he doesn't
take them?

- He gets out of control.
- Well, that's exactly

why you should
help us find him.

I have his keys
in my apartment.

You've got this
all wrong.

Kevin's never been violent.

You heard Catherine scream.

Somebody attacked her,

and you act like
you don't even care.

There's nothing you can say
to make me believe

my brother's guilty.

Well, I guess
if your best friend

can't convince you,
no one can.

- Look, Isabelle, a lot of--
- caught him, el,

he's going up
the fire escape.

Meet you up there!

Please don't hurt him.

Kevin!

I need to talk to you.
You okay?

I don't feel like it.
Go away.

I can't do that.
You need to come inside.

I can't breathe in there.

That's 'cause you
haven't been taking your meds.

And the world
is glorious.

Whoa, whoa!
Stop!

Look around.
Look.

No one appreciates...
The detail

and the craftsmanship...

That goes
into a structure.

Isn't that grand?

I'm sorry I don't
appreciate it the way you do.

I live in...

The most beautiful city

in the world.

And I hate it.

- Come on, Kevin.
- Get off my roof!

Come on, man.
Listen,

what you're feeling
isn't real.

I have cleansed myself.

And now...

I'm gonna fly.

A one-way
trip to bellevue.

Big feet there.
What are you, size 11?

Kevin!
What were you trying to do?

I had to get some air,
belles.

I can't breathe.

Sorry, detectives, you can't talk
to my patient right now.

Dr. wunstell,
he is a rape suspect.

And at the moment,
unresponsive.

What did you
pump him full of?

Haloperidol
and Diazepam.

Well, anything he says under
the influence is inadmissible.

Would you prefer Kevin try
to kill himself again?

How long till
it's out of his system?

He'll stay sedated until
I can evaluate his mental state.

He's suicidal, anxious, and
depressed. I'd like to know why.

It's called 25 to life.

Not this guy's
first visit to crazy town.

Well, it's a lifetime
of medical records.

Diagnosed clinically depressed
at 17, bipolar at 20.

They're all just ammo
for his lawyer.

Hardwicke's in Miami
at a bar conference.

Anyone know
who's our temporary a.D.A.?

How about one
back from the dead?

Casey novak.

Alive and fairly well.

Good to see you
again, Casey.

Except I thought you
were disbarred.

Oh, censured.

Lost my license for three years,
but the d.A.'S office hired me back.

But I'm still on probation.

So what have we got?

A rape in Washington heights
three nights ago.

The victim says it
was her downstairs neighbor.

- So she saw his face.
- No.

She recognized his voice?

Perp didn't say anything.
But...

She knows the guy.

So all we have is
a shaky I.D. And no evidence.

Welcome home.

Yeah, well, we got fingerprints
on the fire escape

leading into her bedroom.

And we also have a partial shoe
print matching his size 11 feet.

So what do we know
about our suspect?

Kevin Wright.

He was involuntarily committed
about three years ago by the court.

He did two months in creedmoor
for slicing his own wrists.

And a few days ago, he tried
to leap off a fifth story walk-up.

This guy just cannot
get it together.

Or he doesn't really
wanna die.

Court-ordered therapy
and heavy medication.

The guy's got night terrors, mood
swings, and clinical depression.

He was sexually assaulted.

Creedmoor psychiatrists
diagnosed Kevin

with rape trauma syndrome.

So our perp was once
a victim himself.

Yeah, except his name is not
in the database for the assault.

But it doesn't mean
it didn't happen.

A lot of victims
don't report, especially men.

You know, if it did happen,
you got motive.

How many victims
become predators?

Prisons are full of them.

There's plenty of room
for one more.

Look, Kevin...

We know there's been
a lot of trauma in your life.

All right?
We know you were abused.

Look,
I didn't hurt anybody

because I had
a crappy childhood.

Everyone
has a crazy Uncle.

I was left alone with mine.
Big deal.

Well, it is a big deal

when you rape somebody
in your apartment building.

You know, most
sex offenders were molested.

And there's a pain that
festers and turns into rage,

and then before you know it,
you're picking out a victim

that you think
had it coming to them.

Right, now is that
what happened?

No.
I don't even know Catherine.

She's your sister's best friend,
she lives right above you.

Try again.

I don't know.
Maybe she's afraid of me.

- And that makes you mad.
- I'm telling you,

I couldn't care less
about that girl.

So what were your fingerprints
doing on the fire escape

- outside her bedroom?
- 'Cause I go up to the roof a lot.

When you're
not peeking in windows.

No, I go up there
to look at Bridges.

They're my passion.

I can see them
from up on the rooftop.

Well, Kevin, we think you
were doing a little more

than just looking at Bridges.

I know what Catherine
said about me.

But I never
went into her room.

So what was your
footprint doing in her room?

It wasn't mine!

Look, I swear, I haven't
set foot in that apartment

since she moved in
with my sister.

He wasn't
lying about Bridges.

I pulled these pics
out of his digital camera.

So bridge-gazing
is a hobby, huh?

He's got the gw, high bridge,
wards island bridge.

His fixation is weird,
but it's not criminal.

Until he aimed his lens
at a lady undressing.

- Got popped as a sex offender.
- That's it?

It looks like. She just
happened to be in the picture.

These photos certainly put
that one in a different context.

Yeah. Kevin Wright got shafted,
he needed a better lawyer.

Or a less-ambitious
prosecutor.

'Cause I do know one
when I see one.

I also know a case
when it falls apart.

What's that supposed
to mean?

Catherine's rape kit
gave us diddly--

no foreign hairs,
trace, or fluids.

And c.S.U. Says the trace evidence
on the partial shoe print

comes from a type of
cafeteria cleaning agent

sold only to New York City
public schools.

The perp is
from Catherine's school.

Isabelle was right all along.

Cut Kevin loose.
He's been through enough.

And I think
we should tell Catherine.

But I was so sure
it was Kevin.

Well, it's like you said, it was
dark and you were terrified.

Isabelle will never
forgive me now.

How do I fix this?

- I don't think you can.
- Well, I have to try.

I falsely accused her brother
of attacking me.

Are you sure
he didn't do anything?

I heard he had
a sex crimes record.

And we don't believe
he was guilty of that either.

I lost my best friend
for nothing.

Honey,
you made a mistake.

But a man raped you.

You know he was black,

and he's still out there.

Catherine, can you walk me through
your attack one more time?

What kind of person
are you?

You're going to make her relive
this whole thing all over again?

Sir, I'm trying
to find her attacker.

Now, Catherine,
we have new evidence

about another man.

That connects him to
the school that you teach at.

Isabelle said
that you were threatened?

I don't wanna be
wrong again.

Well, why don't you
let me worry about that?

Trust me, anything
you say can only help.

There's a guy.
He's new.

He brings in
fresh veggies everyday.

It's a huge deal
in a low-income school.

And you had contact
with him?

In the parking lot.

He... stared at me,
filled with rage,

muttering "effing bitch"
under his breath.

What's his name?

Dwight talcott.
And I'm clean, detectives.

Living the quiet life.

Well,
that'd be a first.

We looked you up.
A lifetime of charges.

Possession, burglary,
you name it.

And I'm placing you
under arrest.

For what?

Burglary, assault, and
the rape of Catherine Harrison.

I don't know her.

You always call strangers
"effin' bitches?"

Dwight!

What's going on?

Nothing, ma.

Looks like I won't
be home for supper, though.

Yeah, you can forget about
a home-cooked meal

- anytime in your future.
- That's all right, son.

I'll take care of you.

I told you,

I don't know anybody
named Catherine Harrison.

Sure you do.

You were calling her names in
her school parking lot.

Then you stalked her,
then you raped her.

Look, we got evidence
putting you in her room.

You went to an awful lot of trouble
climbing up that fire escape,

using all your breaking and entering
skills to get in through her window.

Get out my face.

And get me my lawyer.

- How far did you get?
- Nowhere.

Talcott's doing life
on the installment plan.

Three to five years
at a time.

I mean, there's
no way he's confessing.

Lucky we even got
his name.

Dwight looks clean.

Who are you?

Joe dekker,
deputy d.A., Los Angeles.

Well, sorry,
we found him first.

You're jurisdiction's
3,000 Miles heading west.

And yours was pulled out
from underneath you.

From what I hear, you're
very lucky to even have this job.

Smooth, you always
open with the cheap shot?

Well, it wasn't me
lying to a judge.

Now I want the warrant

and every last
bit of discovery you have

by no later than
close of business today.

- You're defending him?
- Yes.

You know, you need
to be licensed in New York.

I am. Dwight is family,
and his mother lorna is my aunt.

Your boss
know you jumped ship?

Unlike you, I went through
the proper channels.

Now my job here is to ensure
that there is no police

or prosecutorial misconduct.

So we'll be seeing
a lot of each other.

Goody, just what we need around
here. Another arrogant prick.

You got that right,
detective.

Check my conviction record,
and you'll see why.

That's an interesting
tactic, counselor.

I don't usually speak
with the defendant's mother.

Ms.Talcott was with Dwight when
Catherine Harrison was assaulted,

proving he couldn't
have done it.

Right.
Mommy alibiing her son.

I never
heard that one before.

My son is not a rapist.

With all due respect,
Ms. talcott,

your opinion of him
may be biased.

I know Dwight
better than anybody.

My son is an addict.

A thief.

He's stolen money from me, and my
family and friends, to buy drugs.

I've spent my whole life

watching Dwight
throw his away.

But he's not a rapist.

- That you know of.
- No, that we're sure of.

He's a repeat
middle-aged burglar

who's never been accused of
even one sexually-motivated crime.

- Now explain that.
- That's not my job.

I only have to prove he did it,
not his reasons why.

Good luck, since he wasn't
anywhere near the victim's bedroom.

What's this?

Proof that Dwight
was with me

at the 177th street
community center and garden.

They have
a security camera.

He was with you
the whole time?

Helping her organize
community watch rotations.

Something I've been doing
since my days

with the student non-violent
coordinating committee.

We got there at 6:00,
left at midnight.

Call me when
you're dismissing the charges.

So this is supposed
to clear Dwight?

Well, if Catherine
fingered the wrong guy again,

her credibility is shot.

He harassed her in
the parking lot,

he transferred
trace evidence

from the cafeteria
to her bedroom.

If it was his shoe.

So get us a warrant.

No, I will.
But Dwight's not stupid.

You'd have better luck
finding that shoe in the Hudson.

I've seen
you win cases on less.

That was before
my reputation took a nosedive.

My money's on you.

So far, all I'm seeing

is a rock solid alibi.
Dwight's in plain view,

except for a few minutes
when he hits the can.

Freeze it.

He just headed
out the back door.

How long
before he comes back?

Haven't
gotten that far yet.

Okay,
so he leaves at 8:20...

Doesn't get back
until 9:13.

Well, Catherine was
raped at 8:45.

That's more than enough time
to go to her place

and get back.
- Look at him, he's a mess.

Mama never knew
he slipped out.

But a jury will.

Your client didn't
come back for 53 minutes.

Proving only
that you can tell time.

My client could've been anywhere
out of view of that camera.

Like my victim's bedroom.

You know,
if you plead guilty,

I'll drop the rape charge.

Burg one, 20 to life.
It's a one-time offer.

Poker is not your game.

We'll see
what a jury has to say.

Not guilty,

if all you have to present
is paper-thin forensics

and a victim who can't
tell one black man from another.

Assuming, of course,
if New York even requires

evidence
to convict someone.

L.A. is the land of
justice, really?

Ms. novak...

I didn't rape that girl.

Who do you think
they're gonna believe, Dwight?

An innocent school teacher

or a cracked-out
multiple felon?

- See you in court.
- Looking forward to it,

since you and judge petrovsky
are so well-acquainted.

Ms. Harrison...

Can you please
tell the members of the jury

what happened
after you went to sleep

on the night in question?

I woke up

when I felt someone
on top of me.

I thought belle
was playing a joke.

She always makes fun of me
because I go to bed early.

At what point did you
realize

that it wasn't a prank?

When my rapist ripped up
my nightgown and my underwear.

And do you see that man
in the courtroom today?

Yes.

Over there.

What happened next?

I thought
he was gonna kill me.

He banged the wall
behind my head a few times,

and unbuckled his pants.

I was crying, so...

He put his hand
over my mouth.

And then he...

- He...
- He raped you?

- Objection, leading.
- Sustained.

What happened next,
Catherine?

He forced his penis
into me.

Did he have a weapon?

I didn't see one.

What did you see?

It was dark.

I saw the outline
of his body.

But you are
able to recognize him?

Yes.

Was he wearing
protection?

Gloves.

As for down there,
I'm not sure.

I didn't
see him put anything on.

How long
did the attack last?

It felt like hours.

Can you
estimate how long?

Objection,
cause for speculation.

Withdrawn.

No further questions.

Ms. Harrison,
good morning.

Now you said
it was dark in the room

- when you woke up.
- That's right.

Yet you recognize
my client as your attacker?

- Yes.
- But in fact,

you told police
the man in your room

was...

Your roommate's brother.

Kevin Wright.

Is that correct?

At first.

Right after the incident,

I thought it was Kevin.
But I made a mistake.

Other than race,

how did you decide that
Kevin Wright was your rapist?

It's not like that.

Both men have similar
height and build.

Really?

Your honor, Mr. Wright
is in the gallery.

If you could ask him
to stand...

Objection, Kevin Wright
isn't on the witness list.

No, I don't
want his testimony.

Having been
falsely accused of rape,

I think the man's
been through enough.

Overruled.

Uh, Mr. Wright,
please rise.

And now if my client

would please stand and
face the jury

for the purpose
of this demonstration.

As you can see,
my client is two decades older

his features
are completely different,

his skin is
several shades darker

than that
of Mr. Wright's--

another victim
of misidentification.

Objection!

The witness clearly stated
similar builds,

not skin tone or age.

Your honor,
Catherine Harrison

wants us to believe
that she actually knows

the man who attacked her.

When in all reality,
these two men

couldn't look
more different if they tried.

Overruled.

Sit down, Ms. novak.

Thank you.
Now when you finally

realized that
you had made a mistake,

did you call the cops
and tell them?

Well...

No. They told me.

So you didn't even know
that you had made a mistake

until the police
pointed it out.

- Yes, but--
- you've seen my client

before at school.
In the parking lot.

You called him "the veggie guy,"
is that correct?

Yes, and he called me
an "effing bitch."

Was that the first time
that you saw him?

- Yes.
- Would it surprise you to know

that Mr. talcott
delivers vegetables

to the school every day?

And that witnesses
from your school

will swear that
you've passed by him

in the hallway
more than once.

Yes, it would.
I'm pretty observant.

So observant, in fact,
that at first,

you picked Kevin Wright
as your rapist.

Now it's my client,
tomorrow it'll be someone else.

Perhaps even me,

because
that's what black men do.

We rape white women.

Objection,
your honor!

Sustained.

Counselor.

Ms. Harrison...

You've testified
that it was dark

the night that you claimed
that you were attacked.

Now you've made one
false accusation to the police.

Aren't you, in fact,

falsely accusing my client
to save face?

- No.
- How can you be 100% certain

when you
couldn't even see him?

He was in my room!

He was on top of me.

I...

I felt his breath
in my face.

I...

I saw his eyes,
his mouth.

And they belong to him.

- You bastard!
- Court officers!

That animal over there
raped her,

and now you're
raping her all over again.

You're raping her all over--

remove that man from
my courtroom.

That boy of yours
raped my little girl.

But she's no slut like you.

A dirty whore
with a pervert for a son.

A dirty whore!

You whore! Whore!

Somethings never changes.

You always did know where
to find me after a bad day.

I'm an expert on
bad days.

How's it going?

I thought
it'd be easier coming back.

Riding a bike you know.

Well, give yourself
some time.

I don't recognize
half the faces in the hallway.

But the job's the same,
you put bad guys away.

You've always
been good at that.

I just don't know
if I have it anymore.

I mean, look how quickly
this case went South.

They all do that
somehow.

- But I'm serious,
Elliot.

If I lose this one
straight out of the gate,

- I'm done.
- Okay, so don't.

Do something.

Work harder.

Save this for
the victory celebration.

If petrovsky
doesn't call a mistrial.

Okay, so you think
the jurors are poisoned.

Dekker made Catherine
look like a grade-a racist,

and it didn't help
that grandpa

jumped up, and he was
yelling and screaming.

What was that?
What was grandpa yelling about?

Well, first,

it was that they're railroading
Catherine. And then...

He lit into lorna, of all people.
He called her a slut.

That's a little strange to be going
after Dwight's mother.

I saw her looking at him
when he first came in.

It was like
she'd seen a ghost.

I'm gonna run
a background check on grant.

Yeah, run lorna too.

There's gotta be
a connection.

There's
a connection, all right.

Grant Harrison knows
lorna talcott real well.

He and his buddies beat
the living hell out of her,

and then smashed
her face to a pulp.

Raped her repeatedly, too.

1964,
25-year-old lorna talcott.

Waved down a patrol car,

said she'd been attacked by
three klan members

while she was going door-to-door
during her voter registration drive.

It's hard to imagine
the klan in New York.

They're still here.

Remember they tried to
march through Manhattan in '99?

Sexual assault
was a tactic they used

to intimidate
civil rights workers.

Yeah, and just like those scum,

grant and his friends
were never charged.

When the cops found them, they
claimed lorna was a prostitute.

Yeah, well, lorna was charged with
resisting an assault,

but not prostitution.
The cops barely even investigated.

There's plenty of bigots
in uniform. Hell, even today.

This is unbelievable.

Catherine's grandfather rapes
Dwight's mother 47 years ago.

So what, you think
Dwight found out,

and went after Catherine
to make the old man suffer?

But how do we prove it if Dwight
doesn't have to take the stand?

I'll subpoena lorna.

Casey, we're talking about
the survivor of a gang rape

who never got
the justice she deserved.

And without her testimony,
neither will Catherine.

My aunt was raped?

By my victim's grandfather.

He and two other white men
forced you into their car.

You were gone for hours.

They claimed
they paid you for sex.

But the injuries to your face and
body told a different story.

Why didn't you tell me?

It's not something you
talk about at family reunions.

What do you want from me?

I want you to tell me
the whole story.

I know reliving it
is painful, but I--

you don't know
the meaning of the word.

Have you ever been looked at
as something less than human?

Been denied service?
Spit upon?

Cursed, beaten, or raped?

Ms. talcott, we can do this here
and your son can plead out,

or you can
testify in open court.

This is pretty low.

Even for someone who needs
to win as badly as you do.

I'm trying
to win for Catherine.

Who's grandfather
raped my aunt!

And this victim is
just as innocent as your aunt.

She was targeted
by Dwight as revenge

for this decades-old
atrocity.

After everything
I've taught you,

you're scared of
a damn piece of paper?

You don't get it.

This prosecutor is
compelling you

to describe the details
of your rape

- for the record.
- No one can make me do anything.

Ms. talcott,
if you don't appear,

you'll be held in contempt
and taken into custody.

Jail is just
steel and concrete.

I've spent plenty of time

- in the cell.
- What Dwight is accused of...

Is terrible.

But what that old man did
is worse.

- You lost, counselor?
- Not at all.

Think it through.

Look, I just wanna
talk to him.

I'd probably buy that if you didn't
look like you were ready to kill.

What, you're following me?

Novak told me
you didn't take the news

about what happened
to your aunt very well.

No, I'm good.

I wouldn't be.

Yeah, well, I'm not you.

I talked to the L.A. cops,

they said you
were a straight shooter.

That's why you being here
is a real mistake.

Hey, this
isn't your neighborhood.

Go back to the ghetto,
where you belong.

I don't associate with
bottom-feeders.

I suggest you
go back inside, old man.

And who the hell are you?

You know who I am,
go take your nap.

I haven't done
anything wrong, officer.

You're just a rapist hiding behind
the statute of limitations.

You can't rape the willing.

You got away with multiple counts
of rape by calling my aunt a whore?

Listen, nobody wants
to put your aunt on the stand.

But Dwight has to pay
for what he did to Catherine.

25 to life is
the best I can offer.

Sounds like a really good deal
for whoever raped that girl.

If you didn't rape her, Dwight,
what were you doing in her bedroom?

We're cousins.

The whole family looks up
to you.

Now you sell me out?

Dwight, if you
don't take the deal,

your mother has to
take the stand.

You'd let them
make my mother...

Tell a bunch of strangers
what happened to her that night?

It's not up to him,
Dwight.

- Only you.
- Leave my mother alone.

I will if you take
responsibility for what you did.

Sobriety's not
all it's cracked up to be.

As soon as I got clean,

I started... remembering
what happened to my mother.

The men
tearing at her clothes,

- her screams, all the blood--
- wait a minute.

You were there?

I told ma I wanted to go with her
that day, I thought it'd be fun.

Knock on doors,
talk to people.

Then a car pulls up.

Pulls us both inside.

Six years old...

I got a gun to my head.

They make me... watch...

While they...

Raped her.

Sometimes two at once.

And after all this time,

you decided to find grant.

Why?

I started
having these nightmares,

seeing it over and over again.
And I knew

the only way I was gonna stop
the pain was to find

her rapist.
So...

I hired
a private detective.

It turned out grant
was the only one still alive.

I got his address
from the files.

But why rape Catherine?

'Cause I wanted grant
to know what it felt like.

Knowing he couldn't
protect somebody he loved.

Why don't you
tell me what happened...

The night you broke
into Catherine's bedroom.

I made sure she was asleep,

then I broke in from
the fire escape, wearing gloves.

What did you intend to do

once you got inside
the victim's bedroom?

Teach her old man
a lesson.

I climbed on the bed,
and Catherine woke up.

I ripped her clothes.

Then, um...

Instruct your client

we need a full statement
for the record.

You're under oath,
Dwight.

Tell the truth, son.

I did not rape
Catherine Harrison.

I thought the defendant
agreed to plead guilty?

- Did you rape Catherine Harrison?
- No.

I kept seeing grant and his friends
holding my mother's legs

wide while they raped her.

They laughed
while they beat her,

and she screamed.

I couldn't bring myself
to do that.

It's not who I am.

- Perjury voids your deal.
- I'm aware of that.

Did you have foforcible intercourse
with the victim or not?

No, your honor.

So give me my sentence
for breaking and entering.

Both of you, bench,
now.

Looks to me like
you're trying to railroad

another defendant
into prison, Ms. novak.

Your honor, both Dwight talcott
and his attorney agreed to the deal.

Why won't he confess to rape?

Maybe someone
changed his mind for him.

Or maybe he just didn't do it.

The victim said he did.

Your honor, my client's
already facing life

for burglary and assault.

I mean, why not confess
to raping Catherine

- unless he's not guilty.
- A very good question.

I suggest you find out

before you waste
anymore of my time.

Is it true?

Did my grandfather
rape Dwight talcott's mother?

Along with
two of his klan buddies.

I had no idea.

He lied to me.

Who lied?

I-I can't do this,
I'm sorry.

Did Dwight talcott
rape you, Catherine?

- I already told you.
- Well, tell us again.

- Did Dwight talcott rape you?
- Or did your grandfather

tell you to say that he did?

You don't know what it's like.

I... love papa.

He raised me.

What did
grant tell you to do?

He told me...

You wouldn't believe me
if I didn't say it was rape.

He said black men rape.

He's been telling me that
my entire life.

But I am not like him.
I swear that--

I work at that school,
I moved to Washington heights.

To prove to yourself
that you were not like him.

You lied under oath.

Okay, to me, to the judge,
to the jury.

Do it.

Face that way, put
your hands behind your back.

I didn't mean for this
to happen.

I...

Papa said I was confused.

He said to say I was raped
or no one would believe

- Dwight attacked me.
- Dekker...

Yeah.

Wait.

- What's going on?
- Your granddaughter's going to jail.

- What the hell for?
- Perjury.

You gave her bad advice.

Her arraignment's tomorrow,
you can see her then.

Don't worry, baby.
I'll get the bail to give--

all my life you have
taught me to hate.

I hate what you say.

I hate what you think.
I hate you.

Go to hell.

Ms. Harrison...

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I am too.

20 to life,
still on the table.

Make it 15,
and you've got a deal.