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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.

- NYPD, stop!

Stop!

- Foot pursuit, west 136
and 12th headed south.

- Lieutenant,
you okay?

- Go, go, go.

- Don't make me shoot you.

- Fine, I raped that bitch!

- Get on the ground
right now!

- I'm fine.

- What are you doing,
handsome?

You got any more
of that Prosecco?

- Yeah, whatever you want.

- You need protein.

I'll make an omelet.
You got eggs?

- No eggs.
Just Prosecco.

- No eggs.

- Oh, thank God.

I'm a vegan.

- All right.
Sorry, Amanda.

- It's all right.
You're on call.

- As of now, I'm off duty.

Now, you wanted
to tell me something?

Wait, no, wait, first,
let me put this out there:

I know that I hurt you,

and that business
with the escorts--

- Hookers.

- Right.

On that, I can assure you
that I've changed.

Losing you
was a wake-up call.

If you give me
a second chance,

there's nothing I won't do to
show you that I deserve that,

that you deserve that.

- Mm.

I'll be right back.

♪

- Come on, Sam, do it.

Come on.
- I can't, I can't.

I can't.
- Yes, you can.

Yes, you can. Come on.

It's right there.

- Do it. Shoot.

Just shoot.

You know, you suck.
I'll do it myself.

- No, I got it.
I got it.

Oh, God.

- Come on, hey.
- No, I can--

- Finish it, come on.

- Do it, pussy.

Do it.
Pull the trigger.

- I can't.

- He can't do it.
He choked.

- Oh, God, I'm sorry, Dad.

- Not me you should
be apologizing to.

This animal is suffering.

You're out
of your misery now.

- I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm really sorry.

- It's gonna be okay, son.

You just have to learn,
and you will.

♪

- Sam Conway, 15.

His gym coach saw blood
on the backside of his shorts.

- He claims he fell,
but the blood?

Seemed like a mandatory
reporting situation.

Hope I'm wrong.

- No, no, you did
the right thing calling us.

- Waiting for his mother
in the nurse's office.

He's with his brother, Brian.

- My brother
wants to go home.

- We need to wait
for your mom.

Okay, I'm Detective Rollins.

This is Detective Carisi.

He didn't do anything wrong.

- No one's saying he did.

- Your brother's not
in any trouble, okay?

Just why don't you tell me
what you know.

- Hey, Sam.

Could you give us a second,
please?

Hey. I'm Sonny.

- Hi, um...
I just, um, want to go home.

- You will, you will.

It's just, uh,
there's a lot of people

who're worried about you.

- Yeah.

I mean, I fell, okay?

I ju--I'm fine.

- This is embarrassing for Sam,
for you.

- I don't care.

I'll kick anybody's ass
who looks sideways.

- Mom, Sam got hurt,
but he's fine.

- Okay, we're not sure
what we're looking at.

- Hey, Mom.
Mom, I'm okay.

I'm okay.

- We need to take him
to the hospital.

- Of course.

I'll call my husband
and have him meet us there.

- Okay.

♪

- So we're looking
at a sexual assault.

- Yeah, the exam indicated
anal penetration,

most likely not by an object.

- He was raped.

- No semen but bleeding,
tearing, bruising,

occurring within
the last 48 hours

consistent with assault
or rough sex.

- Well, he's 15,
so it's not consensual.

- Yeah, well, he's--uh,
he's 15 and he's not talking,

so Carisi's in there
giving it another try.

- They want to believe
he fell.

- Okay, so, uh,
go back to the school,

see if it was another student,
a teacher, a coach.

- On it, Liv.

- Mr. and Mrs. Conway,
I'm Lieutenant Benson.

I want to see him.

- He's speaking with one
of my detectives right now.

- I gave them permission,
honey.

- Of course.
What can we do, Lieutenant?

- You know, if you could walk
me through his past few days,

where he went,
who he's been with.

- Just us.
Just his family.

- Didn't go anywhere weird.

Didn't talk
to any strangers.

No, no, and no.

- Okay, Sam, well,
I talked to your doctor,

and he told me
that those injuries

did not come from a fall.

Now, listen,
whatever you tell me,

there's no reason
to be embarrassed.

- I don't have
anything to say.

- Just give me a name, Sam.

Who was he?

I needed this to happen.

- It's my business.

- Okay, okay, listen,
you're right.

It's your body,
it's your business,

but if you ever
change your mind

and you decide that
you're not fine,

I want you
to give me a call

anytime, okay?

- Dad.

- I'm here.
It's all right.

Thanks for taking care
of my boy.

- Hey, Sam,
take care of yourself.

- We talked
to Sam's friends,

teachers, teammates,
and coaches.

- Yeah, he's well-liked.
He gets good grades.

He's on the travel
baseball team.

He volunteers
at an animal shelter.

No history
of being bullied,

and his teachers,
there's no red flags there.

- Okay, what about
the family?

- John owns a beverage
distribution company.

Molly is a stay-at-home mom.

They've been married 20 years.

No history of DV.

Neighbors got nothing but good
things to say about them.

- And the brother, Brian.
- He's been in detention

a few times,
fights mostly.

But everybody we talk
to say he and Sam are close.

- Father said that they
were together all weekend.

Is there any chance

that Sam ventured off
by himself at any point?

- I don't know.
He was with Brian and John

in Steuben County
on a hunting trip.

Everything's by the books:
licenses, registered rifles.

- So what the hell
are we looking at?

- Something that Sam
said to me in the hospital,

that whatever this was, he said
that he needed it to happen.

- So maybe he was
experimenting sexually.

- It's possible
that he had an encounter

with a predator upstate.

I mean, it's not uncommon for
a teenage boy to wander off.

- And I kept my eye
on the ball and swung.

It was almost a home run.

- Well, almost a home run
is pretty spectacular.

- Yeah, I wish you were there.

- Oh, honey,
I wish I was there too.

But next time.

- I promise.

Now, go to sleep.
I love you, okay?

- Love you too.

Bye, Mom.

Good night.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Carisi said that Sam
has a girlfriend.

She's on her way
to the station now.

- A girlfriend
that we didn't know about.

- I don't know.

Oh, Tyree's wife made
her banana bread again.

- Hey, Rollins, is there,
uh, is there something...

- There's the girlfriend now.

- I'm not really
his girlfriend girlfriend.

- So you're a girl
and you're a friend.

You're just
not sexually involved.

- Oh, God, no.

I mean, we tried once,
but he just--he couldn't.

Is he okay?

- You haven't talked
to Sam today, have you?

- No, I'm pissed off at him.

- We were supposed
to study last night,

but he called me.
He sounded drunk.

I think he was at some bar.

- He was laughing or crying,
I couldn't tell.

He said,
"I became a man tonight."

Whatever that means.

♪

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- I don't recognize him.

- Yeah, we know he was here
on Sunday night.

We traced a call
from his cell.

- You didn't check his ID.

All right,
we don't care.

But this kid
might have been assaulted.

- Wow, uh--

- I think he was
with his father.

- Yeah, an older guy.
50s?

He had his arm
around this kid's shoulder.

- No, this guy had glasses,
white hair.

Did he pay
with a credit card?

- No, cash.

But I'm pretty sure
they left in an Uber.

- Gus Haverford, he's 55,

he's a senior VP
at Morgan Stanley.

His office says he does
noon hot yoga every day.

- Nice life, long lunches,
working out.

He probably gets
a massage after.

- Massages, I don't know.

Seems like a waste
of time to me.

- You obviously
never had a good one.

You never had one at all.

Here's our guy.

- Gus Haverford, NYPD.

- We need to talk to you
about Sam Conway.

- I swear to God, I didn't
know he was 15 years old.

Kid was messed up.

I had the Uber
take him home.

Ask the driver.

- Yeah, well,
the driver says

that you had your hands
all over him.

I was trying
to comfort the kid.

He was crying.

- Well, what was
he crying about?

- How he didn't want
to go home.

I thought he was afraid
he'd get busted by his parents

for being drunk.

He...seemed more worried
about his brother.

He was hysterical, rambling.

Something about a rabbit.

Something did happen
on that hunting trip.

- White people and rifles.
Don't ask me.

- He didn't want to shoot it.

- That was it.

And if you have
any more questions,

I'm calling my lawyer.

- It's not unheard of.

- Talk to him

away from his parents.

- Hey, Brian, can I talk to you
for a minute?

- I have baseball practice
at Riverside Park.

The bus is leaving.

- This won't take long.

- I already told you guys
everything.

I answered
all your questions.

Can't you just leave
my family alone?

- No, we can't do that.

Why don't you just tell me what
happened on your hunting trip?

- Nothing.

That's not
what I heard.

Sam seemed
to be upset, okay,

to the point where he went
to a bar and got drunk.

- You can't tell
our parents about that.

I don't want him
to get in trouble.

- So you know he left
the apartment Sunday?

- I-I was worried sick.

He came home, threw up
all over the bathroom.

I cleaned it up
and put him to bed.

- What happened to him,
Brian?

- Nothing, that's it.

- Look, look, look,
Brian, Brian,

man-to-man.

Come on, man.
His injuries, the bleeding.

That didn't happen
from a fall

and that wasn't sex
gone wrong.

Your brother was raped.

Do you know what that means?

- My brother's not gay.

- What are you saying,
that I--

that I raped
my own little brother?

- You--you
people are sick.

I did not--no.

- Your brother
didn't want to shoot.

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

Look, I can't miss practice.

I got to go, okay?

- Fin talked to Brian.

Now, he didn't admit anything.
- But he knows what happened.

- Fin says yes.

- So we call
Child Protective Services,

open up an investigation.

- Without Sam's cooperation,
that's--

that's gonna be
a very difficult case, guys.

I'm sorry.
- I'll make some calls.

There's got to be
something.

- Amanda, look,

whatever is--
is going on with you,

you're either gonna tell me
or you're not gonna tell me,

and I don't want
to invade your privacy

or ask you questions that,
you know, as your boss,

I shouldn't even
be asking you, so--

- I'm pregnant.

- Wow.

Oh, congratulations.

Or--

- Hey, the school just called.

Sam and Brian
got into some kind of fight.

- Brian went after Sam.
We tried to stop it.

Not a word!

- Parents weren't answering.
I didn't know who else to call.

- Brian!
- Get away from him!

Get off of him!

Hey, Sam, you okay?

- You need to calm down.
- I didn't do it.

He's being a baby.
- Calm down--

Hey!

♪

Ah--

- I got him, Lieu!

- Ow!

- Oh, my God,
I'm so sorry.

- I didn't touch him.

- It's over! Stop it!
- I didn't touch him--please!

- SVU portable, I need a bus
at 120th and Madison.

I'm so sorry.
Try not to move.

Help is on the way
right now.

Hang in there.

Help is on the way right now.

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- You're really gonna talk
to him without his parents?

- He's 17, and he hasn't
asked for a lawyer.

- You really think
he's going to confess

to assaulting
his younger brother?

- I think that whatever
is going on in that family,

I think that Brian
is drowning too.

Maybe he's looking
for a lifeline.

- Maybe I should call my dad.

- You don't really
want your dad

to hear what you're
about to say, do you?

I didn't think so.

- Brian, we want to help you.

He doesn't.

- I do.

I know there's things you don't
want to talk about, right?

Things you can't talk about,

so let's start with the things
you can talk about.

Okay?

- Look, I love Sam.

I would never really hurt him.

- I see that.

He's your brother.

I'm gonna ask you about this
hunting trip this past weekend.

You and your dad
go hunting together a lot?

- My dad, he shot a boar once.

It was charging him.
He could have been killed.

- Wow.

- He had a clear shot.
He could have--

- You're his big brother,

so you had to teach him
a lesson, right?

- Is that why you did
to Sam what you did

and why you were
beating up on him,

to keep him quiet?

- My boys love each other.

Whatever they were fighting
about, brothers fight.

- So I hear.
I only have sisters.

- Brian didn't
do anything, okay?

- Why was he
attacking you, Sam?

Because to me, it looked like
he was either trying

to kill you or he was trying
to shut you up about something.

- Sam's father
is gonna join.

- Is that okay
with you, Sam?

- Um, y-yeah,
that's--that's fine.

- Molly, you want
to take a break?

- I'm fine.

- Okay, then.
Let's--

- I have something
to tell you.

We have something
to tell you.

My son came out to me
this morning.

- He's gay.

He met a young man
on the trip.

One thing led to another.

But we talked it out,
me and Sam.

I'm good.
He's good.

We're just going
to keep talking,

maybe go to counseling
as a family, right, Sam?

- Right.

- But, Sam,
there was bruising.

You were bleeding,
so whatever happened, it--

- You told me
you were drunk, son?

- Um, yeah,
um, I was drunk,

and, I mean,
things got a little rough.

But I--I--I wasn't
hurt or anything.

- Um, I didn't get a name.

How old was he?

Where did this happen
exactly?

- My son doesn't need
to be interrogated,

unless being homosexual
is a crime.

I'm sure that's not
what you're saying.

- No, that's not, but what we
are saying is that your son

is too young to consent.

- We've answered
enough questions.

I'm taking my family home.

- We can both agree that
that was a load of crap.

Sam was drunk,
met some guy in the woods?

The father's protecting
his older son.

- I already put a call
into Child Protective Services.

- We got to get Sam
out of that apartment.

We got to get him
away from Brian.

- I'll ask Family Court
about an emergency order.

I'll keep you posted.

We canvass friends,
relatives?

See if anybody
knows anything?

- Something like this,
people don't want to know.

- The mother knows,

Molly.

- I can't talk to you.

My family will be home soon!

- Where exactly is your family
right now, Mrs. Conway?

- John took them
out for pizza.

Like we have something
to celebrate.

- And you didn't go.

That's--that's a lot
of dinners to get through.

I mean, your boys
won't be out of the house

for, what, three,
three or four more years?

Pretending
that everything's okay.

- We'll get through this.

- Yeah, well, your husband,
maybe, and Brian,

but...what about Sam?

I'm just curious how
you're going to

get through
looking into your son's eyes

at the dinner table

or when you're saying
good night to him

knowing that he knows that
his mother didn't protect him,

his mother
didn't keep him safe.

- Please.

What can I do?

- Tell us what happened.

- That night...I heard sounds
from Sam's room.

I was listening at the door.
I could hear Sam.

He was...

whimpering like an animal.

It broke my heart.

- Okay.

So, okay, what did you do?

- I called Sam's name,
but there was no answer,

so I opened the door

and Sam,
he was just...on the bed

and he...

was standing there
zipping his pants.

- Brian was.

- My husband!

John just walked out
like nothing happened.

I asked Sam
if he was okay,

and...he just yelled at me.

"Just leave me alone.
Go!"

Later, in bed, John said,
"Don't say a word.

"Not a word.

Sam's fine."

The next day,
the boys went to school.

John left for work
like everything was fine.

I...I searched Sam's room.

I found underwear
in his closet.

It was wet,
and there was blood.

- John told me to throw them
into the washer.

I-I closed my eyes.

I shut my mouth.

I pretended I didn't
see what I saw.

He's always...
been tough on the boys.

He's strict, but this--

- Molly, honey,
we missed you!

We got pizza
to go instead.

We can all eat together.

The hell is going on?

- Mr. Conway, turn around.

- You're under arrest.

- The rape of your son.

♪

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- Let me tell you something
about my wife, pal.

She tends to agree with
the last person she spoke to.

- You're saying that your wife
doesn't have a mind of her own.

- I'm saying
one of you bastards

put this garbage
in her head.

- The truth is, pal,

we never considered this.

- Because it's sick!

- Calm down.
- Calm!

No one's saying you're--

Damn it, I can't even
say the words!

Do you hunt, Mr. Stone?

- That's irrelevant.

- That's where you're wrong.

There's a moment when
you're hiding in the brush,

that deer picking berries off
a tree not 50 yards from you.

It's like...the world stops.

All that exists are two souls:

the hunter and the hunted.

You try not to breathe,
but the deer,

he hears your heart beating,

the blood
running through the fingers

folded around the trigger.

He looks up.

An instant of silence
and slow time.

The first to flinch loses.

I have served
in the military.

I've built a business up
from nothing by myself.

- That's enough, John.

- My point is,

I don't flinch.

- They're Sam's.

They're the ones
that he was wearing

the night you raped him.

And you should know

that they have
your DNA on them.

- Without corroboration,
they're meaningless.

- And unlike my wife,

my boy has a mind
of his own.

- Let's go.

- Toughest thing in all
the sports, hitting that curve.

- When are you people
going to leave me alone?

Huh?

I need to concentrate.

- You know,
I used to play.

A long time ago,
Little League.

Still a huge fan, though.

I love the perfection
of this game.

Nice,
double off the wall.

- Look, you're wasting
your time, okay?

My dad didn't
do anything to me.

- Sam,
your mom said that--

- I don't--
she gets confused.

- You know,
hoops was my game.

In high school,
I played the point.

Wasn't much of a shooter,
but, man, I could dish.

That wasn't good enough
for my old man, though.

He used to bust my balls
about passing up shots.

Wide open in the paint,

and I'd still pass
to this pimply kid

at the top of the key
who--

This kid could not
hit the ocean from a boat.

Truth is, half the time I
did it just to piss off my dad.

- So your old man didn't
know squat about basketball.

- More like he didn't
know anything about me.

And I knew
even less about him.

Neither one of us
had the guts to ask.

- Well, me and my dad
aren't like that.

- We talk and stuff.
I--

- We--

- Yeah, see, I figure that's
why they invented sports,

so dads would have something
to talk about with their sons.

But when they
don't talk, Sam--

- Let it go.

Let it go.
- I can't.

I can't do that, Sam.

Your mother saw your father
in your room.

She told us.

♪

- We were just talking!
I--I told you that.

Something you obviously
wouldn't know anything about.

Just because
you had a screwed-up life

doesn't mean everyone did.

- Hey, hey, Sam, Sam.

- Look, my dad would never
hurt me, okay?

And I'll never say
that he did.

- You know, the kid
is--is clearly traumatized.

Carisi says that he wants
to tell us what happened,

but he's just too afraid.

- What kind of a world
is this, Olivia?

- I guess there
has to be a hell

so we can recognize heaven.

- "Suffer the little children
to come unto me."

See, that always baffled me.

If children have to be suffered
to approach God,

what kind of a world
has He created?

If they have to suffer
to be close to Him,

what sort of a heaven
does He reside in?

- Peter, if you ever want
or need to talk about Pam,

I'm here.

- She's dead.
What's to say?

We're going to trial
against John Conway.

- Without
a complaining witness.

- The war you can't win
is the only one worth fighting.

- A diphenylamine indicator
confirmed the presence

of two distinct DNA samples
on the victim's undergarment.

- Can I assume that one
of the DNA samples was Sam's?

- Yes, it was extracted
from a blood cell.

- It was extracted
from a semen sample.

We matched it to the defendant,
John Conway.

Are you aware,
Mr. Fitzsimmons,

that that
particular undergarment

was washed
before you tested it?

- Yes, but it's settled science
that under normal conditions,

a washing machine does
not destroy pre-existing DNA.

- Do you know
if any other clothing

was in the washing machine

along with people's
exhibit number one?

- Yes, I believe
it contained garments

belonging to each
of the family members.

- In your professional opinion,
Mr. Fitzsimmons,

is it possible
that the defendant's DNA

could have been transferred
during a wash cycle

to his son's underwear?

- Yes, tests have shown
that's possible.

- Possible.

How about likely?

- Under certain conditions.

- Thank you.

- The people call Molly Conway.

- Objection,
spousal privilege.

- We'll take a recess.

Counsel, join me
in my chambers.

- It's textbook law.

You cannot compel the wife

to testify against her husband.
- Nobody's compelling her.

- Well, she wants to testify.

- With bells on.
- Oh, come on.

Reread the hornbook,
counselor.

The public policy
behind this privilege

is to promote free
and open communication

between the spouses.

In other words,
it goes both ways.

Doesn't matter
what she wants.

He can compel her
to sit down and shut up.

- Not when it involves
a crime against a child.

I don't see a crime.

Even the so-called victim
doesn't see one.

- What, the child
isn't going to testify?

- He's scared of his father,
Judge.

- Or this entire thing
is a crock.

Either way, allowing
Mrs. Conway to testify

is more prejudicial
than it is probative.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Stone.

Without
a complaining witness,

I'm forced to sustain
Mr. Karey's objection.

Mrs. Conway cannot
testify against her husband.

- Glad we had this talk.

- I just heard
from the hospital.

The woman on the bike, the one
that Brian knocked over,

she's being released.

- Aside from being in a cast
for the next three months?

You know, Fin,
I'm a mom and a cop.

That's it.
That's who I am.

- That's more than most.

- And what happens
when I wake up in the morning

and I can't do
one of those things?

Does that make me

half the person that
I was the night before?

- Well, excuse me
for being redundant,

but you're still
more than most.

- That's very nice
of you to say.

But the fact of the matter is,
the truth is,

I got winded.

I was chasing that Conway kid
and I--

I had to stop.

And now an innocent woman
who was riding her bike

has a broken leg because of--
because of me.

- And no matter how much
you sucked for air,

you couldn't
fill your lungs.

- That's right.

- And your legs
felt like lead.

- Bingo.

- Welcome to the club.

Liv, no one expects you
to be Wonder Woman.

- I do.

- Yeah, well, and I used
to think I was Superman.

- Life.

Time.

I mean,
what you gonna do?

♪

- Help yourself.
- I thought you only drank beer

during a trial.
- Well, this one's

basically over.
- You had to know

that judge
wasn't going to let a wife

testify against her husband.

- I never underestimate the
bias or ignorance of judges.

- And we had to get an honest
and intelligent one.

Want to tell me
about Sam?

- Well, he's terrified
of his old man

and he's embarrassed by him.

- It's par for the course.

- Tell me about it.

- You know, if I can
get Sam on the stand

and talk to him man-to-man--

- Yeah, but without
his mother's testimony,

Karey's got no reason
to call him.

That ship has sailed.

- Maybe I can grab the line
before it's too far from shore.

- Nah, I got this one.
Go home.

How much is this gonna hurt me?

How long has he been here?

.

- The people call Molly Conway.

Did someone hit the replay
button when I wasn't looking?

- I'm too young
for a senior moment.

I know I ruled
on this yesterday, Mr. Stone.

- Circumstances have changed,
Your Honor.

- What, they got
a quickie divorce?

Not that it would matter.

- Because Mrs. Conway
tampered with evidence

and misled the police,

she was acting so as to advance
a mutual criminal conspiracy.

- You would have to charge her.

- I've charged her with being
an unindicted co-conspirator.

Their communications
are no longer protected.

Very clever.

Mrs. Conway can testify.

- Your Honor.

And what did you see,
Mrs. Conway?

- Sam rushing to sit up
in his bed.

His face was white
as a ghost.

There were tears
running down his cheeks.

- My husband...
was standing over the bed.

It looked like
he was fastening his belt.

- Later, in bed, he told me
not to tell anyone what I saw.

- Hmm.

That's a story,
Mrs. Conway.

- It's true.

- Did you tell it to the nurse

when you were called
to school?

- No.

- No.

- To the police, the first time
you spoke with them?

- It all happened so quickly.
I needed time.

- To formulate
such a convincing tale.

- Object--
- Withdrawn.

Did you tell this story
to the police

the first time
that you spoke to them?

- No.

- I just wanted it to go away.

- Did you tell them
the second time you saw them,

Mrs. Conway?

No.

- In fact, you never told
the police that John raped Sam,

right?

- I just told them
what I saw.

- So you don't know what
actually happened in that room?

No.

- Thank you.

- I love her,
I--I do,

but sometimes, my mom,
she just--

she doesn't know
what she's saying.

Me and Dad,
we were just talking.

- He was--
I don't know.

He was just trying
to console me.

You know,
I-I was feeling bad

'cause I couldn't
shoot this rabbit,

and, um, and he was just
telling me that it's okay,

that some guys just
aren't cut out for hunting.

- Hmm.

Did he assault you, Sam?

- No, no, that's--
that's ridiculous.

- So how did you
get the injuries

that Mr. Stone
has repeatedly called

indications of rape?

Do I have to?

Yeah, you do.

- Um, so I met a man.

And...it was the first time.

I-I-I wanted him to,
you know.

It wasn't rape
or anything like that.

- Thank you.

What was that guy's name?

- Um, I don't remember.

- That's odd.

Your first time, I think
you'd remember everything.

- Well, nobody cares
what you think, Counselor.

Sustained.

- Tell me about
the hunting trip.

- Whatever you remember.

- Well, I remember it all.

- Right, because
it was your first time.

The first time you went out
in the woods with your dad,

your brother, and a rifle.

It was a big deal,

kind of like the first time
you had sex.

- Objection.
- My point is--

the witness
remembers everything

about his first hunting trip

and nothing about
the first time he had sex,

and they happened
on the same weekend.

Everyone's making it out
to be something that it's not.

I-it's just sex.
Everyone does it.

- Not with their father,
they don't.

- Objection!

- That's not just sex, Sam.
It's rape.

- Your Honor.
- That's enough.

Mr. Stone.

- Was going hunting
with your dad a big deal?

- To Dad, it was.

- But not to you.

- Well...Dad killed a moose
when he was 12.

Brian killed a deer
when he was 15.

- In your family,
it's a rite of passage.

- Yeah, it's how
you become a man.

- How did you feel before
you tried to shoot the rabbit?

In that moment
when time stands still

and it was just you,
the rabbit, and your rifle?

- Um...

I--I don't--I don't know.

Yeah, maybe, a little.

- No, no, of course not.

Were you scared of Brian?

There was only one other
person there, Sam.

Were you scared
of your dad?

He put that rifle
in your hand, didn't he?

You wanted
to make him proud.

Isn't that right?

There's no need
to be embarrassed.

That's all any son wants.

I just wanted to be a man.

- I guess.

- But you were scared.

A man who gets scared is hardly
a man, isn't that right?

A man who gets scared,
a boy who gets scared,

he's a fraud.

He needs to be punished,
be humiliated.

And that's why your father
raped you, right?

- Objection.
- Overruled.

- No, no, no!

My father would never do--

my father would never do that.

He would never.

- Has the jury
reached a verdict?

- We have, Your Honor.

- On the sole count

of the indictment of rape
in the first degree,

we find the defendant
not guilty.

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