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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.

Come on, man, let's go!

Move your car, let's go!

I know, I know.

Parking's a bitch, man.
What do you want me to do?

No, no, no, I finally found a spot.

Just five minutes Give me five minutes.

Son of a bitch!

Hey, you! That was my damn spot!

Oh, you got your name on it?

You know how long I was waiting?

- You snooze, dude, you lose.
- I lose?

- That's right.
- Screw this.

Uncool, man.

Now move your damn car!

- What's going on here?
- I'm okay.

Sorry to bother you, officer.

It was a misunderstanding
over a parking spot.

- And your sparring partner?
- Oh, he ran that way.

Scrawny guy. I got it all right here.

Screw this.

Uncool, man.

Well, it appears
you initiated physical contact.

It's not how it looks.
You had to be there.

I was waiting for the spot
and the prick noses his way in.

- Is that his car?
- It is.

Andie, take a look.

Look, I'll run your name.
Will I find anything?

Nothing.

I'm the guy that stayed, right?

The prick ran.

Well, your attitude
isn't inspiring confidence.

The guy was just rude.

He gave me the finger.

That's no excuse for fisticuffs, sir.

Perry, get your ass over here!

Central, we're gonna need a bus
on North Basin, and call SVU.

Oh, jeez. Come on.

Daddy!

- Daddy!
- It's okay.

We're gonna take care of you.

Her name is Bailey Shaw.
She's six years old.

Her parents are Griffin Shaw
and Jamie Johnston.

Okay, does Griffin drive
a silver Saturn?

No, Jamie took Bailey

ice skating in Central Park, right?

And he went to the bathroom,
and when he came back

she was gone.

Hey.

How's she doing?

We've got her on fluids.

She's cold, hungry.

Looks like she was in
that trunk for a while.

Oh, and when she got here,
her pants were on inside-out.

Did you run a rape kit?

No signs of penetration
or foreign fluids.

- Can we talk to her?
- Sure.

But I have to warn you,
she's pretty scared.

Okay, thanks. Thanks, doc.

Hey, Bailey.

My name is Olivia,

and this is Amanda.

Are you doctors too?

No, no, we're actually police officers.

I'm Bailey's father, Griffin Shaw.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I don't want to go to jail.

No, no, we're here to help you.

Yeah, we just want to know
what happened to you.

Daddy told me to wait for him,

but I walked away with the man.

No, baby, it wasn't your fault.

This man, did you know him?

He gave me a candy apple.

He said he was a friend of Daddy's.

He was nice.

He let me wear his scarf to get warm.

It was yellow like Big Bird.

Uh-huh, and then...

and then he took you somewhere?

He said we could wait
for Daddy in his car.

It was better
than standing in the cold.

But then we drove off.

He said Daddy would meet us.

And where did he take you?

To his house, I think.

And what did you do when you got there?

We took off our clothes and took a nap.

Oh, my God.

So, Bailey, did he tell you his name?

He said I could call him Big Bird,

but I thought that was silly.

Did you play any games with him

before you took the nap?

No.

I was cold so we just snuggled
under the blankets.

Excuse me.

My husband, Jamie.

Baby.

I'm okay.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

No, no, no,
you didn't do anything wrong.

Fin, where do we stand?

CSU pulled prints
off the Saturn, no hits.

- Well, what about the cellphone video?
- With TARU.

We may get lucky and get a hit
on the facial recognition.

I called in an arrest-for
in all five boroughs.

He can run, but he can't hide, Liv.

The registered owner of the Saturn

died two weeks ago.

His son sold it
in an estate sale last week.

Okay, what about the new owner?

He's a mystery man.

He saw the sign on the car window,

he knocked on the door,
he paid all cash.

He never registered the title.

Guys, we're talking about
a six year old girl

who was grabbed in Central Park.

Somebody must have seen something.

We already canvassed.

Then canvass again.

I have to ask:

Is there anyone in your lives
who might...

Wait, wait, you think... you think

someone we know did this.

No, absolutely not.

Okay, well, guys,
I'm gonna get personal.

Anything to catch this guy.

Was Bailey adopted?

- Yes.
- And no.

You're gonna have to explain.

We used a surrogate with my sperm.

And I adopted her.

- The surrogate, would she...
- No, no, no.

- Paige isn't like that.
- No.

She wouldn't be the first surrogate

to change her mind.

She wouldn't.

Do you think?

_

Once Bailey was born,
I relinquished all my rights

to the birth father, Griffin Shaw.

And you were never curious?

Of course I was.

I carried that baby for nine months,

but a deal's a deal.

The agency prepared me.

Counselors and shrinks,
the whole nine yards.

Did something happen to Bailey?

She's fine now.

Is your boyfriend home?

What does he have to do with anything?

You know what, I... I don't like
the way this is going.

You mind if I take a look at that?

I do.

Okay, Paige, so let me
tell you where we stand.

I can take you down to the squad room,

where you're gonna sit
and you're gonna wait

until Detective Rollins
gets you a search warrant.

Then we'll be in the exact
same position we are now

except I will be extremely pissed off

'cause you would have wasted
two hours of my life.

All right, so how about
you unlock the phone

and open the photo app.

Paige, you are under arrest.

What? Why?

Stalking, for starters,

and I'm betting we're gonna
tack on kidnapping.

What, it's a crime to take
pictures of my daughter?

Hey, Fin. Where?

This is the part where you have
the right to remain silent.

I'm on my way.

Uh, Fin, they got a hit
on the driver of the Saturn.

I'll get this, you take her
down to the squad room.

Come on.

Fin.

Off-duty cop stopped
at the bodega on the way home.

He spotted our guy
buying some Marlboros.

He was unarmed, so he stepped
outside and called it in.

He still inside?

When the officer went inside
to confront him,

he pulled a switchblade on him.

He's now holding
the bodega owner hostage.

ESU is on the way.

Is there a back door?

Uh, odds are.

Why?

Who are you?

- You running a book?
- Get out of here.

- Yeah, not without my Oreos.
- Just go someplace else.

Hey, sweetheart, I've had
a very bad day, okay?

I know I have cash in here somewhere.

It's on the house.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

That okay with you?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

- Okay, that's a first.
- Just get out of here.

Oh, um, sorry, can I just
get some aspirin?

- And that's it.
- Thank you.

Drop the knife.

Drop it!

Looks like we're both
having a bad day, huh?

Could have taken any car. I had to take

the one with the baby in the trunk.

Some guys are just unlucky.

- Do you believe me?
- No.

Where'd you boost that car?

Parking lot from a minimart in Jamaica.

God, man, God.

Look, I'm a lowlife.

Scumbag car thief, okay? I admit it.

A 2003 Saturn.

- You're not a good one.
- See?

Everyone knows that I'm a moron.

I'm way... I'm way too stupid
to kidnap someone.

There's no way I could have done it.

I was with my girl all morning.

I was with Lee Anne.

That's why I took the wheel.

She was late for her job interview.

I dropped her, I stopped
for a pack of smokes.

That's when that maniac slugged me.

That might have been
the best thing to happen to you.

She's a part of me.

That doesn't mean
you can take her, Paige.

How many times do I have to say it?

- I didn't take her.
- Okay, you just took pictures.

Okay.

These are from your phone.

They were all taken in Central Park

the day Bailey was kidnapped.

I would never do anything
to hurt Bailey.

Or Griffin or Jamie.

I just like looking at her.

Pretty hard to believe.

I needed money.

For tuition.

I thought it'd be no big deal.

I... I have plenty of eggs.

Might as well make somebody happy.

I carried her for nine months.

I sang to her when she kicked.

Her blood is my blood.

That scar will always be there.

Hey, Lieu, we're wasting our time here.

Bailey couldn't ID photos
of either one of them.

Well, I was kinda rooting

- for Mr. Wonderful.
- Yeah, Soren West.

He's got two outstanding
warrants for possession.

Oh, well, tack on auto theft,
assaulting a police officer,

- and get him in Rikers.
- Okay.

Hey, Paige may have given us something.

I... I don't think Paige
is involved in this.

She may have helped us
find the guy who is.

So she took this picture
of Bailey in Central Park,

and Bailey said that...
that the kidnapper

reminded her of Big Bird because...

Because he was wearing a yellow scarf.

Paige doesn't know who this is but...

At least now we know
what he looks like.

All right, so see how CSU
is doing with that Saturn.

I've been through it soup to nuts.

- Tell us you found something.
- Just the usual garbage.

Help yourself.

Well, we know he's not a health nut.

That narrows it down.

Did you look in here?

Why would I care about leftover coffee?

'Cause sometimes it's a garbage can.

It's a parking lot ticket.

310 East 11th Street.

This was timestamped two days ago.

_

Hey, wake up.

Nap time's over.

You got a ticket?

Uh, cops, sure.
Take any spot, on the house.

You know this guy?

You know how many people park here?

He was here two days ago.

Patsy's Puppets, down the block.

He told you where he was going?

No, it's got a green
validation stamp on it.

It's the puppet theater.

All right, thanks.

Here you go. Thanks for coming!

Bye, come again!

Uh... oh, hi. Can I help you?

Uh, yeah, you can.

I'm, uh... I'm looking for a guy
who came in the other day.

He's a cop, Marv.

I'll handle this, Harv.

It's a shakedown.

Look, if you don't look
at this photo, I'm gonna shake

your little friend by his neck, okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. He came in here.

Uh, applied for a job.

Guy was kind of, uh, off, you know?

- He was off.
- Mm-hmm.

You remember his name?

No, but he filled out
a full application.

Name, address,
the whole kit and caboodle.

Uh, I'll go get it.

_

Hope they don't have puppets.
I hate puppets.

I thought they were kind of funny.

Arrogant bastards.

Hi, I'm Detective Carisi.
This is Sergeant Tutuola.

Does Emerson Mauer live here?

That's my son. Something happen to him?

Oh, he's fine.
We just want to talk to him.

Well, he should be here any minute.

- You... you want to come in?
- Yeah, that'd be great.

You sure you don't want some tea?

My husband got me hooked on green tea.

No, we're great, um,
is your husband around?

Nah, he ran off years ago.

Oh, well, we're sorry to hear that.

So where's your boy work?

At the paint store.

He's looking for something else, but...

Oh, I bet this is about his car.

Actually, it is.

Yeah, somebody stole it.

What's the world coming to?

Was, uh... was your son
at work on Wednesday?

Nah, it's his day off.

That's great, you got
to spend all day together.

I wish.

I asked for Wednesdays off,

but Mr. Lichtman's got steel
where his heart should be.

- Huh.
- I'm home!

Hey.

Hey, I didn't know you had company.

Emerson Mauer?

Yes.

We just wanna talk to you
for a little bit

about Bailey Shaw.

Wait! Hey, hey!

Forgot to tell you,
you're under arrest for kidnapping.

Get up.

Mom!

So I like to go
to Central Park on my days off.

You like to look at the kids, do you?

You know it's, uh,
one of the first major

landscape parks in the country?

I didn't know that.

Well, there are 29 unique statues.

The, uh, 57-horse carousel
is one of the nation's largest.

The whole park was once
entirely covered by glaciers.

Hmm, and a lot of kids
hang out there, too...

including Bailey Shaw.

I told you, I don't know her.

Okay, so you're telling me

that somehow she locked herself

- in your trunk?
- This is getting boring.

I repeat: My car was stolen
from the minimart parking lot,

so surely it was the thief
who put her there.

Hmm. That's not what he says.

- What, you caught him?
- Yeah, we did.

And you believe a felon over me.

Well, first of all, Emerson,

you can't judge a book by its cover.

Second, you never reported
that car stolen.

I wonder why that is?

As it stands, I'm pretty sure
I can get an indictment,

but a conviction's
a whole other ball game.

Okay, well, how does it look
for a search warrant?

- DNA?
- No.

Hair sample?

That's why we need a search warrant.

That's Bailey and her parents.

You get me one thing
that's not circumstantial,

I'll get you a warrant.

Thank you for coming, gentlemen.

Hi.

You must be Bailey.

My name's Peter. I'm a lawyer.

Are you going to put
the bad man in jail?

I'm gonna do my best, Bailey.

Thank you, Peter.

So the good news is,
is we think we have him.

Good.

Bailey, I bet you like puzzles.

Is that true?

'Cause we have a whole bunch of them

in that room right over there.

Can I?

- Of course.
- Okay.

She seems to be doing well.

If you ignore the night screams.

What's his name?

- Emerson Mauer.
- Never heard of him.

Nor I.

So he's just some random pervert, then?

You're not helping, Jamie.

She said they got naked
and got into bed.

She's six years old. That's perverted.

He told me I was his big girl.

Oh, and when did he tell you that?

When we were in his bed.

He pressed up against me.

Did that... scare you?

No.

He was nice.

So, Bailey, can you...

Can you show me how he did that?

So your clothes were off?

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

So this... this is how you were dressed?

Yes.

And you were in the bed?

Like that.

He squeezed me tight,

but when I said it hurt, he stopped.

Where are my daddies?

You know, they're right outside, honey.

Um, if it's okay with you,

I just want play one more game, okay?

Just real fast.

- Okay.
- Come here, sweetie.

Um, I'm just gonna show you
a couple of pictures,

and you tell me
if you recognize anyone.

Okay.

- He's funny-looking.
- Yeah?

Do you know him?

What about him?

Nope.

That's him.

That's Big Bird.

Good, honey.

Good.

Bailey ID'd a photo of Emerson.

That should convince a jury
of the bastard's peers.

Hold on, we're not gonna
let her testify.

No way, absolutely not.

Without your daughter's testimony,
we don't have a case.

All those people staring at her?

Not a chance.

She's not going to court,
and that's all we have to say.

She can testify by video conference.

But his lawyer gets to question her.

I'm sure that you don't want
Mr. Mauer doing this

to another little girl.

Of course not, but we're
not going to subject

our baby girl to more trauma.

A defense attorney
ripping her story apart?

No, it's better
she forget the whole thing.

The next little girl
may not be as lucky as Bailey.

Griffin, help me out.

The truth is, for obvious reasons,

Bailey has a much harder time
than most kids.

We go to a school play,
we get stared at.

And not just by the children.

That's all in your head.

Still, kids can be very mean.

Something like this
can leave more scars.

Okay, this may be the only way...

I'm sorry, as far as we're
concerned, this is over.

Let's get her home.

So much for that.

I can still swear in an affidavit

that she ID'd Mauer.

- Liv...
- It'll get us a warrant

to search his house.

This is harassment!

I'm gonna sue you!

Wouldn't be the first.

We pay our taxes!

That's enough to keep your
son in oatmeal at Sing Sing.

Emerson didn't do anything!

That's not what the witness says.

What, are you gonna believe
a six-year-old?

A six-year-old eyewitness?

- Yeah.
- Well, a jury won't.

Found a t-shirt in the bureau
in his bedroom.

About the right size
for a first-grader.

Maybe they'll believe
two six-year-olds.

You got a garage in the back.
What's in there?

It was my husband's!

God only knows what he did in there!

You got a key?

I wouldn't even know where to look.

- I'll get bolt cutters.
- Old tools and junk!

That's all you're gonna find in there.

We'd like to see for ourselves.

I'll get CSU.

- This is fescue.
- God bless you.

It's a type of grass.

- So?
- So this is fescue, but this...

this spot is Kentucky bluegrass.

Who are you, "Mary, Mary,
Quite Contrary"?

We had fescue growing up.

Yankee Stadium had Kentucky blue.

Why would somebody need
two different types of grass?

Maybe they just didn't know

and got the wrong kind of grass seed.

Yeah, but why would you need
to seed a 3 x 5 foot patch?

Detectives, we got something.

It's a skull.

A kid's skull.

What did I tell you about my ex?

Once a bum, always a bum.

You had a kid's bones in your backyard.

I think that qualifies you
as something much worse

than a bum, Mrs. Mauer.

Me?

Why'd you squirm when I asked
you what was back there?

I squirmed because there was strangers

poking through my closets and drawers.

Res ipsa loquitor.

My ex isn't "Ray," it's Zach.

Uh-huh. It's Latin.

It means "the thing speaks for itself."

As in, you had a skeleton
in your backyard,

which means you probably had
something to do with it.

No.

My ex did.

And there's no way
you could prove otherwise.

I've got some Latin for you:

"Like father, like son."

Maybe my son takes after his old man.

Correct me if I'm wrong here,

but did you just throw
your son under the bus?

It's hypothetical.

The body was fully decomposed.

Unless Emerson did this
when he was ten years old...

I mean, it had to be
somebody much older.

Do we have anything on Rowan's husband?

Zachary Mauer.

He's had an open warrant
on an assault charge

in New York State since '98.

We're still working
on trying to locate him.

This could be the reason
he skipped town.

Hey, Liv.

The lab ran the DNA

from the t-shirt found
in the bedroom through NCMEC.

- We got a hit.
- Bailey?

No, Kevin Brown.

He went missing from Forest Park

in 2002 when he was six.

Does the DNA match the bones
in the backyard?

It's too soon to tell.

He is survived by his sister, Diane.

I hate this.

_

You're sure?

Pretty much.

Our family was struggling...

My dad was injured working on Ladder 3.

When I was 10, Mom got Hodgkin's.

Kevin was six.

I'm so sorry, Diane.

She said the cure was worse
than the disease.

It was a struggle for her
to get out of bed.

I was the big sister.

When Dad was at work,

I had to look after Kevin.

I... I took him to daycare,
cooked dinner at night.

When he had nightmares,
he slept in my bed.

We were in the park throwing a Frisbee.

I went to get a Coke.

The car was only a few yards away

from where we were playing.

When I turned around, Kevin was gone.

Diane, you were ten years old, honey.

This wasn't your fault.

Yes, it was.

But thanks.

He's dead, isn't he?

We don't know for sure,

but we think that we know who took him.

Do you know somebody named Rowan Mauer?

No.

Why would she take Kevin?

So Kevin and Diane Brown.

This was taken two days
before Kevin went missing.

Probably the last time
either of them smiled.

You spoke to Diane?

Yeah, she gave up hope
of finding her brother

a long time ago.

Maybe that's a good thing.

We don't know those bones
belong to Kevin.

Oh, come on, we found the kid's
t-shirt in the Mauer house.

The lab is running DNA tests
on the skeleton right now.

I mean, what the hell,
I hope it is Kevin.

At least then we have
a shot of convicting

Rowan Mauer with something.

What, a public health violation?

She's gonna pay a fine and walk.

This family is... is Teflon.

Bailey still won't testify?

The dads are dead-set against it.

Unfortunately, all of this
adds up to nothing.

So I have to tell Diane Brown
that we found her brother,

we know who killed him,

and there's nothing
that we can do about it?

We don't know that skeleton's Kevin's.

Yet.

What about a grand jury?

An indictment without a conviction?

That's just gonna
cause Diane more pain.

Okay, so...

so two kids were kidnapped.

One of them is dead,
and we have a legal system

where we can't do anything about it?

What... what the hell are we doing?

Hey, Liv?

A grand jury might not be
such a bad idea.

A grand jury investigating who?

Bailey won't testify against Emerson.

But Emerson's mother may.

She's just gonna plead the fifth.

Not if I give her immunity
against being charged

as an accomplice
in Bailey's kidnapping.

If she happens to implicate herself

in Kevin Brown's kidnapping
and murder, so be it.

Do you really think that a mother

is gonna testify against her son?

Her son, the pedophile.

_

I came home early.

There was a problem with the internet.

So your son didn't know you'd be home?

No.

Usually I work late.

And it was his day off?

Yeah.

What did you find
when you got home, Mrs. Mauer?

It was quiet.

I thought Em was out.

I went upstairs to change.

I saw...

the light in his room was on.

I don't how many times I told him

electricity doesn't grow on trees.

So...

you went to the room...

to turn off the light?

That's right.

And what did you see?

What did you see
in your son's room, Mrs. Mauer?

Let me remind you
that if you refuse to answer,

any arrangement for immunity
that you made with my office

will be null and void.

I saw my son in bed.

Was he alone?

No.

He was...

with a little girl.

What did you do?

I told him...

to take her back where he found her.

He carried her down the stairs.

She was still sleeping.

I... I told him to put her in the trunk

so she wouldn't know
where she was if she woke up.

Then what happened?

He took off.

And about forty minutes later,

he came back without the car.

He said...

When he stopped to get the girl candy,

somebody stole his car.

With Bailey Shaw still in the trunk?

That's what he said.

Thank you, Mrs. Mauer.

That'll be all for now.

I have blue eyes.

- Congratulations?
- Al has blue eyes,

Billie has blue eyes.

Okay, if I remember
my high school bio correctly,

it's called a recessive gene.

Look at this.

Zach and Rowan both have brown eyes.

Emerson has blue.

I know it's a stretch, but...

Statistically speaking,

Emerson may not be Rowan's son.

Peter, it's me.

Well, when the world's going to crap,

the one thing that lifts my spirits

are Mama Carisi's famous cannolis.

- I may have something better.
- Nothing works better.

How about a DNA map?

Let me guess,
the, uh, skeleton we found

in the Mauer's backyard is Kevin Brown.

You're gonna have to guess again,

because there is a maternal match.

99% chance that the kid in the yard

was Rowan Mauer's son.

- What?
- Yeah.

Emerson had a brother?

No, not according
to any public records.

Are you saying
that the body that we dug up,

that's Emerson Mauer?

Yeah.

Hold... hold on.

I... I'm a little confused here,

because if Emerson is dead and buried,

then who the hell kidnapped Bailey?

- No way.
- That's what I said.

All right, you call Liv,
I'll call Stone.

Uh, excuse me, we had a deal.

She testifies against Emerson,
she gets immunity.

The deal was conditioned upon
your client telling the truth.

- I did.
- You called him your son.

We know that's a lie.

'Cause your son died 17 years ago.

Too bad you can't prove it.

Well, the lab is testing the DNA

of the man pretending to
be your son as we speak.

They're gonna call me with the results.

You've got until then
to make a deal, Mrs. Mauer.

- For what?
- She testifies

that she was an accomplice

to Bailey's kidnapping,

so when the DNA comes back

and it matches Kevin Brown's...

there's gonna be
another kidnapping charge.

- And a murder.
- Who did she kill?

Her own son...

the real Emerson, 17 years ago.

Tick, tock.

What's in it for her?

I'm thinking 20 years.

Of course that's not my son.

My son wouldn't be stupid enough

to grab a little girl.

Then what happened to the real Emerson?

Zach and I...

had a disagreement.

- A fight.
- Stop, Rowan.

No, what choice do I have?

We were at the top of the stairs.

We didn't know Emerson was behind us.

Zach pushed me.

I bumped into my son, and...

he fell down the stairs.

He broke his neck.

There was blood coming out of his ears.

It was an accident.

And why didn't you call the police?

We were drinking.

Zach was a rager.

He had assault charges.

They would have thought we killed him.

We had no other choice.

I buried my sweet baby...

in the backyard.

And Kevin Brown
was the perfect replacement.

Same age, same height and weight.

And...

Zach left a week later.

So you raised Kevin as your own.

This is Diane Brown, Kevin's sister.

You remember her?

What are you doing here?

I did you a favor.

Your parents didn't care
anything about either of you.

What are you talking about?

They let you run all over the city

like a couple of ragamuffins.

When you were coming
to the store to get ice cream,

you were all alone.

You were ten, he was six.

What kind of mother does that?

One who was dying.

Better yet.

Kevin had a good life with me.

I fed him, I clothed him,

I loved him.

He had a mom.

You stole him.

But my baby was dead.

- I deserved...
- No.

No.

No one...

deserves somebody else's child.

No, okay? That can't be true.

I am Emerson Mauer, okay?

I know how hard
this is to hear, Kevin...

- Don't call me that.
- You have a sister, Diane.

No, it's just me and my mom.

- Diane took care you.
- My mom took care of me.

Your mother was sick.

She had Hodgkin's.

She was sick in bed,

and your father
was working all the time.

- Why are you lying to me?
- I'm not.

Think, Just think, Kevin, think.

Diane used to take you
to get ice cream.

She used to take you

to the park, right?

To play Frisbee.

And you had nightmares
as a little boy, didn't you?

And it was Diane's bed
that you crawled into

because she held you.

She made you feel safe

because she loved you so much.

And you loved her.

No, no, no, no,

'cause if that was true
I would remember.

- You do remember, Kevin.
- No!

No!

Do you know what I think?

I think that...

that deep down in your heart,

and in your mind,
and in your subconscious...

your sister's alive...

and taking care of you.

I don't have a sister.

And you just wanted to reach out to her

and have her hold you
because you miss her so much.

- That is crazy.
- That's why you took Bailey.

You didn't want to hurt her.
I know that.

You wanted to take care of her.

Like your sister took care of you.

No, okay?

I am Emerson Mauer!

Just... just leave me alone, all right?

You're a liar.

I don't want to talk anymore.

Diane. Wait, please.

Diane, it's gonna come back to him.

I promise you, with...
with counseling...

What's the point?

The point is that the DA
is gonna cut him a deal.

He's not my brother anymore.

He stopped being my brother
17 years ago.

- This is just gonna take time.
- We're people.

We're not a broken vase
you can put together

with a little Krazy Glue.

- Diane...
- Look, I know you think

you're doing doing the right
thing, Lieutenant,

and maybe for someone else
it would be...

But I'm just not that strong.

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