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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.

- Zoe.

- The Hang Seng is crashing
right now.

Do you want me to call
the guys in Hong Kong?

- No, no.

You should have a drink.

Take a night off.
Have some fun.

- I'm trying.

Eli's happy.

- Well, when you're worth 3 bil,

it's easy
to get the serotonin flowin'.

- Roger. Zoe.

Thank you for your hard work.

- Our pleasure.

You know, I think
it's gonna be a home run, Eli.

- Better be
with the fees I'm paying.

- Nothing good comes cheap.

Not on Wall Street.

- Well, I appreciate
your hard work, Roger.

And I appreciate your hard work.

- Thank you.

- He's gonna take the credit,
of course.

But I know
that you found this deal

and set the whole thing
in motion, so...

thank you.

- Cheers.

- Wine?
- Oh. No, thank you.

- You might want
to rethink that.

DRC. 1978.

- Not a wine connoisseur.

- I paid $1.6 million
for 112 bottles.

That's over $3,500 a glass.

- Don't waste something
that unique on me.

I have a very
unsophisticated palate.

Stop! No.
Thank you.

- [laughs]
All right.

- Rookie move.

- What are you talking about?

- Three rules of Wall Street:

never tell the truth,
never use your own money,

and never say no to a client.

- Okay.

Still pouring that DRC?

- [chuckles]

All right, well,
guys, stay on it.

Hey.

- I-I didn't know
we had a meeting.

- Roger called this morning
about some Chinese media company

we can get
for four times EBITDA.

- That's cheap.

- Well, you get
what you pay for.

- Not when you work
with Cromwell Moore.

Get what you don't pay for.

That's why you're so rich.

- So, last night.

That was fun.

We should do it again.
[chuckles]

- So? Any word?

- No. Stop asking.

- All right,
it's just, you know,

Sergeant Tutuola's got
a nice ring to it.

Hey, what is a ten-letter word
for "bad luck"?

- Misfortune.

Hi. Can I help you?

- Uh, yes. I need
to speak to a detective.

- Okay, I'm Lieutenant Benson.

Okay, how about
we step into my office?

How can I help you?

- I was raped.

- Okay.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

- Yeah, um, I-I don't know
how this works, so...

- No worries.

We're just gonna take it
one step at a time.

Do you have any idea
who did this to you?

- Yes.

- Okay.

- Him.

- Eli Colton?

- Yeah.

King of Wall Street.

[dramatic music]

♪

I was at a party
at Eli's penthouse.

We'd just closed a deal.

- Okay, so you and Eli
work together?

- Sort of.
I work at an investment bank.

Cromwell Moore.
- Uh-huh.

- Eli's firm is
our biggest client.

- Got it.

- He invited a bunch of people

back to his apartment

after the dinner.

We were celebrating
his latest acquisition.

- So first you went to dinner,

and then you went
to his apartment.

- Yeah.

Um...

I ended up in his bedroom.

He wanted to show me
his watch collection.

Anyway...

He kissed me,

and I-I did kiss him back.

You know, we were having fun.

- Of course.

So, Zoe, just tell me
exactly what happened, okay?

- A few minutes later,
he tried to take my dress off.

I told him
I did not want to have sex.

But he...
he threw me down on the bed,

and, uh--and I tried
to push him off.

I tried so hard
to get him off of me.

I screamed,
but he just covered my mouth.

- Okay, do you remember
anything else?

Any other details?

- Yeah.

Staring at his stupid $4 million
watch on the night stand.

I just watched the hand
go around and around

till it was over.

- Okay, did he say anything
when it was over?

- Yeah.

He winked at me and said,

"I hope you had just as much fun
as I did,"

and then
he jumped in the shower.

- Okay, and what time was this?

- 3:05 a.m.

- Have you told anybody
about what happened?

- Yeah, I did.

I told my boss, Roger,
this morning.

- Okay.

- And he told me
to think it over.

- Think it over?

- His exact words were,
"Be careful.

It's never easy
to kill the king."

- I'm confused--are you
saying that Zoe was raped?

- Yes.

And now I'm confused because

she told you that this morning.

- Well, she never said "rape."

I thought that she was just...
upset and regretful.

- Do you remember
her exact words?

- No.

Not really.

She said things got weird

between her and Eli.

That he was aggressive.

But, in all honesty,
I think that she seemed

more worried
about appearances.

She didn't want people
talking about her

or--or what happened,

but I didn't realize that...

If I knew that she'd been raped,

I would've been the first
to call the police.

- Good afternoon, detectives.

Dan Hewitt. CEO.

- Lieutenant Benson. SVU.

This is Detective Tutuola.

- I heard what happened.
I'm shocked.

- You heard?
Who told you?

- Well, employees are
the most important asset

a corporation possesses.

Of course, you can count on
my full cooperation.

- Well, great because

we definitely have
some more questions.

- I'm sure you do,
but right now,

Roger and I need to speak
with our general counsel.

You understand?

- Uh, no, actually, I don't.

- [chuckles]
We'll be in touch.

Again,
if there's anything I can do.

- Okay...

- Mr. Colton,

Detectives Carisi and Rollins
from SVU are here.

- SVU?

Special Victims Unit, right?

Well, how can I help you?

- We're here about Zoe White.

- Zoe? Why?
What happened?

I just saw her this morning.

- Did you see her last night?

- Yeah.
I had a couple people over, why?

- Were you alone with her?

Maybe between 2:00
and 3:00 a.m.?

- Liza, could you show
these detectives out?

Sorry, guys.

This meeting's over.

- We're not accusing you
of anything.

We just want to hear
your side of the story.

- I'd just prefer
to have my lawyer present

for any formal discussions.

If you want to talk
about this more,

just contact her,
and we'll set up a meeting.

Can you get them her card?
- Before we go...

can we just have the names
of all the people that...

were there
at the apartment last night?

I mean, lawyer or no lawyer,

we're obviously gonna find out
for ourselves,

so I mean, just,
why make us waste our time?

- Well, that's a good point.
I hate inefficiency.

It drives me nuts--
people just wasting time,

activity
for the sake of activity.

You got a pen?
- Yep.

- Roger Littrell, Allison Kring,

Zoe White, Zoya...
oh, gosh, what's her last name?

I don't think
she has a last name.

She's a model.

- Yeah, I remember her.

- Did you see her and Eli
hanging out?

- Yes.
She was very...determined.

- That makes sense.

He's a--
he's a good catch, right?

- He's theholy grail--
rich, fun, decent-looking.

Let's face it, most
billionaires are disgusting.

But he's a total player.

He goes from girl
to girl to girl,

and word is, he doesn't
even give parting gifts.

I mean, if you're
gonna shag a billionaire,

you deserve something.

- That's one way
of looking at it.

- Okay, listen.
Back to Eli and Zoe, all right?

Do you remember anything else?
Anything specific?

- I saw them walk upstairs
to his bedroom.

Late at night.

Hand in hand.

And I remember feeling relieved.

- Why's that?

- Because I knew
I didn't have to sleep with him.

- Excuse me?

- This guy at Cromwell Moore--
Roger something--

paid me $20,000
to come to the party

and be Eli's date.

Eli didn't know, of course.

Roger told him we were friends
from the Hamptons.

Anyway, I was thrilled
when Eli went upstairs with Zoe.

Win-win.
Got to keep the 20 grand,

and I didn't have to sleep
with him.

Plus, I met a really cute guy.

Nate.

- So, you and Zoya
were hanging out.

Do you remember
seeing Eli and Zoe together?

- Yes, but I didn't notice
anything unusual.

- What time did you leave
the party?

- Around 12:00. I'm not
really into the party scene.

I went there
to fly the Cromwell flag.

- Do you remember seeing Zoe
at work the next day?

- Yeah. She seemed distracted.

- Did she mention anything
about what happened?

- No,
but let's cut to the chase.

If Zoe said that Eli
assaulted her, he did.

- Why, 'cause she's honest?

- Because she's smart.

Zoe's the most driven woman
I know.

She grew up middle-class
in Reading, Pennsylvania,

worked her ass off,
went to Harvard,

got her MBA from Stanford--

there's no way
she would risk everything

just to go after Eli,
unless it were true.

There's no upside to burning
a bridge with the King.

- Security footage
from Eli's lobby confirms

there were 20 people
at the party.

So far, we talked to 11 of them.

- Okay. Anything interesting?

- They all say the same thing.

Eli and Zoe were flirting,
having fun, but nothing unusual.

- Okay.
What about photos? Videos?

- Nothing so far.

- Zoe's rape kit came back.

Internal bruising consistent
with rough sex

or sexual assault,

and there were traces
of semen too.

I ran it through CODIS.
There's no match in the system.

- Great. Get a warrant
for Eli's DNA.

Mr. Colton.

What brings you here?

- The sooner we put this
to rest, the better.

- I couldn't agree more.

How about you give us
a sample of your DNA?

- No need.
Mr. Colton's ready to talk.

- Zoe and I had sex,

it was consensual,
and we both had a great time.

- Sure. We'll just take
your word for it.

- Well, you don't have to.

- This is an email sent
from Ms. White to Mr. Colton

the day after the party.

Our IT department confirmed

it was sent
from her office computer.

- "Glad we closed the deal. Ha.

"Thinking about you.

"Last night was amazing.

XOXO, Zoe."

- "Glad we closed the deal"?
What the hell is this?

- It's an email that
you allegedly sent to Eli

the morning after the party.

- I didn't write this.

- According to our tech experts,

the IP address matches
Cromwell Moore's networks,

and they confirmed
that it specifically came

from your computer.

- We also checked
the digital sign-in log.

You were at Cromwell Moore
from 9:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m.

- Yeah, I was.

I'm not in my office
every second of the day.

I mean, obviously,
somebody went into my office

and sent this
from my computer.

- You have any idea who?

- No. But it wasn't me.

- Well, great.
That's all we need to hear.

- We'll send our people over,
have 'em dust for prints,

touch DNA,
figure out who sent that email.

- We're on your side.

- Thank you.

Either everybody at work
has no idea what's going on,

or they're not acknowledging it,

but it's making me
feel really alone.

- You're not.

I promise.

- [sighs]

- No luck on the keyboard.

Techs couldn't find
any prints or DNA.

Somebody must've wiped it down.

- Okay, so we can't prove
that the email came

from anyone other than Zoe.

- Yeah, but it does prove
Eli's nervous.

I mean, if you're innocent,

you're not gonna send
phony emails

from a victim's computer

trying to get ahead
of the story.

- Okay, so let's keep digging.

- We talked to the last
of the party guests.

- And?
- Nobody saw anything suspicious

except cocaine--apparently,
Eli and some of the guests

were hitting it pretty hard.

- Okay, so we're back to Eli.

Let's...dig into his past.

Look at civil suits,
harassment complaints,

any Wall Street gossip--
anything that can establish

a pattern of behavior.

And guys,
let's focus on his enemies,

because his friends are too busy
getting rich off him.

- Thanks for meeting with us,
Tyler.

- Like I said on the phone,
we've got some questions

about Eli Colton.

- Yeah,
you guys worked together?

- Yeah. Ten years.

He was best man at my wedding.

- Okay, so you guys were
good friends too, huh?

- Well, yeah, till he fired me.

- He didn't want to pay
your yearend bonus.

That's what you alleged
in the lawsuit, right?

- Yeah,
he owed me $80 million...

so rather than cut me a check,
he blew me out.

Litigation arbitrage.

Spread between what is owed
and the expected payout,

which in my case was zero

'cause I lost.

Cost me 2 mil in legal fees too.

- Sorry to hear that.

- Sorry?
[laughs]

Taking it on the chin from Eli
was a godsend.

Raised my profile, like, 10x,

which in turn gave me a platform
to build this $4 billion fund.

If anything, I owe Eli.

So, yeah, anyway,
like I was saying on the phone,

about three years ago,
there were some rumors flying

that Eli raped someone.

I assumed it was
just gossip, but...

- Do you remember any details?
Any names?

- No, it was just a rumor,

but it had traction.

And then one day,
it suddenly just disappeared.

- Are you saying
that he paid her off?

- Now, that would be unethical.

- Can you think
of anyone in Eli's life

who might know
something about this,

might be willing to talk?

- No, but you can probably track
down the woman yourself.

She filed a police report.

- Not sure what there is
to talk about.

I recanted. I told the police
it was consensual.

- Kate, we're not here
to judge you.

Okay, we understand
how complex and how emotional

these cases can be,
believe me.

- We just want to know
what happened

that night with Eli,

because we think
he did it again.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

But I can't talk about it.

I signed
a non-disclosure agreement.

- Ah, he wrote you a check, huh?
- Fin.

- Hey, I'm just talking straight
to her, okay?

I know this is your life,

but we have another victim,

and I think
she deserves justice.

- Look, Kate,

we're not asking you
to go public,

but we do need your help.

We're just trying to figure out
what happened.

- He...

He said
he would destroy my career.

My life.

And let's face it,
no matter what I did

or how hard the prosecutors
would have tried,

he would have walked.

And I'd be left
hanging in the wind.

No way.

I worked too hard
to just blow up my life.

For free.

I cut the best deal I could
given the hand I was dealt.

That's what I did.

The son of a bitch
still ruined my life.

But hey, at least
I'm rich, right?

- One last question.

You said in the police report
that you filed--

you stated that you and Eli had

a preexisting
professional relationship.

How did you two know each other?

- Roger Littrell.

Got a second?

- I'm not talking to you
without a lawyer.

- This isn't about Zoe.

- Oh, yeah?

You two looking to make
a few M&A deals?

- No, we're actually here
to talk about

a former associate of yours,
Kate Tompkins.

- Yeah, I remember Kate.

MIT. Wharton MBA.
Brilliant.

- Yeah. Pretty too.

Bet Eli liked working with her.

- Eli raped her three years ago.
Then he paid her off.

- I don't know anything
about that.

- You were her supervisor.

- Yeah, I supervise
lots of people.

- Well, from where I sit,
it seems like you supervise

pretty women who end up
getting assaulted

by your biggest client.

- It sounds like you need to get
better seats,

because I got nothing to do
with this!

I make Eli money.

I find undervalued businesses

that he can buy at a discount
and sell at a premium.

Simple as that.

And in the process,
I get rich too!

As for his private life,
I don't know anything about it.

- Even though he raped
two of your associates?

- If he did, that's on him.

- And you.

Because you're the bastard
that helps him cover it up.

- Zoe White and Kate Tompkins:

junior bankers both sexually
assaulted by Eli Colton,

and they both worked
under Roger Littrell,

Eli's go-to banker.

- And chief fixer.

Ten to one
he's who snuck into Zoe's office

and sent that email.

He's got way too much to lose
if Eli goes down.

- So we have
a billionaire predator

with a thing
for young, beautiful bankers.

Problem is, we can't prove it

because
the other victim recanted

and signed a non-disclosure.

- What else do we have on Eli?

- Nothing that'll stick.

It's still Zoe's word
against his.

- Okay, so let's get warrants

for his office, computers,
and his apartment.

- Hey, Lieu.
You see this?

The "Ledger" did an exposé

on the "fabulous life"
of Eli Colton.

Look who made a cameo.

- "Fabulous friend Zoe White

sunbathing
at Eli's Hamptons mansion."

Wow, Eli's team is pulling out
every trick in the book.

- This is insane.

I am not his "fabulous friend."

I'm a banker.

I graduated third in my class
at business school.

I'm not some bikini bimbo.

- Okay.

Where are these photos from?

- Last summer,
Eli threw a party at his house

in the Hamptons.

Okay, I went with
a few work friends.

Look, he wasn't even there
when these photos were taken.

He flew to London
that Saturday morning.

But he told everybody to stay
there and have a great weekend.

- Was Roger at this party?

- Yeah.
He has a house a mile away.

- Okay.

Zoe, do you remember
Roger taking any photos?

- Yeah. Probably.
I mean, everybody was.

- So is it possible
that Roger took these photos

and--and he gave them to Eli?

- I mean...he's my mentor.

He's my--
he's my friend.

I...

I mean,
I thought he was my friend.

Why would he throw me
under the bus?

- To undermine your case.

- This?
This is undermining my career!

Bikini shots?

I work 80 hours a week!

Okay, this is the first time
that I had a break

in--in over a year!

- They're trying
to intimidate you.

- Yeah, well, you know what,
it's starting to work.

- So, Zoe, I-I hate
to ask you to do this,

but I would like you
to walk us through what happened

one last time.

The more details, the better,

even if you think
that they're meaningless.

Anything that you could tell us
or remember would be helpful.

- Eli and I were upstairs.

I was looking at the watch.

There was music playing.

We were kissing.

When he was inside of me,

I saw this flash of light,
and I--

- Hold on. Hold on.
A flash of light?

- Yeah, I-I don't--
I have no idea what it was.

My--my therapist thinks
that it was my brain

reacting to the trauma.

[knocking]

- Sorry to interrupt,
Lieutenant,

but we got the search warrants.

- Great. Thank you.

- Please be respectful
of the surroundings--

the furniture, the artwork.

- Of course.

- Yeah.

Looks just like the apartment
I grew up in.

- Uh-huh.

No security cameras.

Not in here, anyway.

- Now, this really reminds me
of the apartment I grew up in.

I had a roof terrace
just like that.

- Wow.

- Mind if I kill the lights?

- Yeah. Go for it.

Fin! Come back inside.

A flash of light.

That wasn't Zoe trying
to process her trauma.

- There's a fire stairwell
that leads up to the roof.

A service elevator too.

- Do Eli's guests have access
to this elevator?

- Some of the more
high-profile ones.

Celebrities.
Things like that.

They come in the back entrance

and go up
on the service elevator.

More--more privacy.

- Well, Eli threw a party here
three nights ago.

Did anyone...
use that entrance then?

- Mr. Colton is
a very private person, and--

- That's not the question.

- We can take this down
to the station if you'd prefer.

- [sighs]
No need for any of that.

- So?

- Yeah. Some guy rode up
the elevator that night.

- All right.
You know his name?

- No.

- He sign in?
- Nope.

Eli tells me to just let 'em up.

- Does this elevator have
a camera in it?

- Mm-hmm.

- Guy comes up at 2:45 a.m.,

right around the time
Zoe was raped,

and then he comes back down
five minutes later.

- And we got a hit
on facial recognition.

The guy's name is Harry Ingram.

He's got one prior,
cocaine possession

with intent to distribute.

Now, I talked to my friend
in Narcotics.

He says this guy Ingram
is a well-known dealer

to the Wall Street crowd.

- Okay, so Harry shows up
to sell Eli some coke.

He takes
the service elevator up,

and then he opens up
Eli's terrace door--

- Creating the flash of light
in the dark room.

- He sees what's going on,
gets the hell out of there.

- So what do we do,
bring him in?

- No. He has no reason
to cooperate with us.

Not yet, anyway.

You know anything
about the stock market?

- Can I help you?

- Hey. Harry.

It's, uh, Stuart Gleacher.

I called you
and left a message.

Anyway, I-I used to work
with Eli Colton.

In fact, I-I think
I met you a few times at, uh,

at his place in--in Tribeca,

one of those rooftop parties
he had last fall?

Think we rode that
private elevator up together?

- What can I do for you, Stuart?

- Um...

Did, uh, Eli--he didn't--
he didn't call you?

- No.

- Okay. Uh, I'm sorry.

You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna track him down.

I'm gonna get him to call you.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pop
up out of the blue like that.

You know, that--that's my bad.

- Uh, it's--it's cool, bro.
Come on in.

- Thank you.

- So, uh, you and Eli
are--are buddies?

- Yeah,
we used to work together,

among other things.

- What, uh,
what can I do for you?

- I'm, uh,
I'm looking to get a big eight.

- Say, where do you--
where do you work now?

- Hedge fund called Panther.

- Oh. What kind of--
what kind of fund?

- You know, it's, uh,
it's long-short, it's low beta,

It's real quant shop, you know?

I'm on the sales side now,
though, why?

You looking for an internship
or something?

- No, no, I'm--I'm
more of an entrepreneur.

I--actually,
I got this-this one idea.

- I like
the business you're in now.

You got endless demand,
high margins.

- Yeah, but
the--the risk is too high.

Anyway, check it out.
I was in China a few months ago.

There's fast food chains
everywhere,

so invest in Chinese weight loss
gyms, diet pills, all of that.

Make a killing.

- How much is that?
Three grand?

- Four.
- What?

- Supply and demand, bro.

- Of course.

You know what, Harry?

It's been a real, real pleasure

doing business with you.

- Sure, sure.

- Hey!

Get down on your knees.

Hands on your head.

Harry Ingram.

You're under arrest

for possession of a class-A drug

with intent to distribute.

- Hey, guys, check the oven.

I'm sorry, bro.

Did I forget to tell you
I was a cop?

- Eight ounces,
that's a lot of weight.

I mean, one prior,
plus this.

You are staring down
a lot of time.

Unless you might want
to help us.

- What the hell is this?
- This?

That's a video of you
on your way up to a party

at Eli Colton's penthouse
four nights ago.

A party which you spent
exactly five minutes at.

Now, you mind telling me
what happened that night?

- I-I went up
to hang out at Eli's,

I took the service elevator up,

and...when I opened
the master bedroom door...

I'm guessing
you want to know what I saw?

- You're a genius.

- Well... I'm happy to share,

but I'm--I'm gonna need
certain assurances.

- Well,
we're not in the business

of making assurances, but...

you know what,
if you tell us the truth,

we can put in
a good word for you

at the DA's office.

- Tell us what happened, Harry.

Come on.

Because if you don't,

this is gonna end badly for you.

- [sighs]

When I opened the door,
Eli was on top of this girl,

and she was struggling.

I-I heard her say,
"Stop. Get off me,"

and he didn't.

Ugh. It was--
it was ugly.

I-I shut the door,
and I got the hell out of there.

Look, I'm no saint,
but I am...

definitely not okay
with that kind of thing.

- Okay, so,

Eli's self-interested
coke dealer witnessed the rape.

- Okay, so he's not
a perfect witness.

- Even if he's telling
the truth,

he's practically useless.

- So...let's use him
outside the courtroom

to gather more evidence.

- You think
he's willing to wear a wire?

- I think he's willing
to wear a clown suit.

This guy is so afraid
of going to prison,

he'll do anything we want.

- Worth a shot.

- I'm sorry
to bother you with this,

but I am freaking out.

- Well, tell me what's going on.

Maybe I can help you out.

- The police found out
that I was at your place

the other night,
the night of the--

- The night
I had work friends over

for drinks
to celebrate the closing

of the Whitmere Hotel chain
that I had just purchased?

- Yeah, they wanted to know
if I saw anything suspicious.

- Like what?
Drug use, or?

- No, like, something else.

- Well, what did you tell them?

- I told them that I wanted
to talk to a lawyer.

- Well, that was smart.

But the fact is,
nothing suspicious did happen.

- Yeah, right.

- Excuse me?

- Look, I-I was there, Eli.

I saw you on top of that girl.

I-I heard her yell "stop."

- You mean you heard her
yell "don't stop"?

- Eli's pretty good.

- Because I would never
have sex with a woman

without her consent.

- Look, Eli,
I'm not in the mood to dance.

I, uh, I'm in a bind.

I-I owe my buddy in Miami
some cash.

- Need money?

- I need to make a deal.

I keep my mouth shut,
you cut me a check.

- This guy's pretty good too.

- How much do you need?

- 500,000.

- 500,000?

Well, I think you need
more than that.

How about a million?

500,000? Well, I think
you need more than that.

How about a million?

- He's clearly trying
to buy him off.

I mean, the guy asked
for 500,000,

and he counters with a million?

The jury's gonna see
right through that.

- I'm not so sure.
Eli's too smooth.

He never took the bait.

Every time Harry pressed him,
he denied any culpability.

- What are you saying,
that you don't want to use it?

- We can play this audio
for a jury

and let them decide
if Eli's lying,

but we need something
more definitive.

- Like what?

- Like Eli's banker,
Roger Littrell.

- We tried.

He won't cooperate.

Eli is his golden goose.

That guy is not talking.

- Not without
the proper motivation, anyway.

These guys are all motivated
by one thing.

- Money.

Mr. Hewitt.

- How can I assist you,
Lieutenant?

- Actually,
I'm here to assist you.

- In what way?
- By giving you a tip.

You know, as you guys like
to say, inside information.

- My firm is far too reputable

to engage
in that kind of activity.

- Right. Well, later on today,

we're going to be arresting
your friend

and your client, Eli Colton,

for raping your associate,
Zoe White.

- I thought
you were here to help.

- Oh, I am.
- How?

- By giving you a chance

to get on the right
side of history.

You see, Eli's name
is going to be everywhere--

all over the news,
in newspapers, tabloids--

which means that...
Cromwell Moore's name

is going to be splattered
everywhere.

So the question is,

how do you want
to be characterized?

As a hero or a villain?

- Tell me what you need.

Please.

- Roger Littrell.

His testimony's crucial.

- He owes his whole career
to Eli.

Without him,
Roger's just another guy

in an expensive suit
pulling down 2 mil a year.

He'll never flip.

But we don't need him.

- Excuse me?

- Every conversation
in our office is recorded.

Brutal honesty
is the cornerstone

of our firm's philosophy.

I'll have the relevant videos

sent to your office
within the hour.

Nice doing business with you.

- And you.

What's gonna happen to Roger?

- He'll be out of the office
before the end of the day.

- Conference call was cancelled
for Friday,

but the meeting for Monday--
- Eli Colton!

You're under arrest
for first-degree rape.

- Is this absolutely necessary?
- Yeah. It is.

We find that arresting,
handcuffing rapists

is an efficient way
to do business,

and don't worry,

this isn't activity
for activity's sake.

- So Eli's under arrest?

It's official?

- Oh, we arrested him last night
of first-degree rape.

It turns out that Cromwell Moore
records everything.

There is footage
of your conversation with Roger

the morning after the assault

and him typing on your computer
later that afternoon.

- So it was Roger who
sent the phony email to Eli.

- Sure looks that way.

- They have cameras
in our office?

That's really creepy.

- It certainly is,

but it gave us
the evidence that we need

to move forward.

- So what's next?

- We indict Eli,
and he goes to trial.

- Which means I have to testify.

- Yes.

Zoe, what's going on?

I thought
this was what you wanted.

- No, I-I do.
I do.

It's just that it's...

it's complicated.

- How so?

- I met with
the head of the M&A group

at Cromwell the other night,

and he suggested
that I transfer to Brussels,

that it would be good
for my career.

- They're retaliating.
- I know, but...

I was offered a very lucrative
position at another firm.

Sullivan Davis.

- What does that have to do
with this?

- One of the conditions
is that I keep a low profile.

- They don't want you
to testify.

Because of Eli.

So this job offer...

is a payoff,
is that what you're saying?

- Call it whatever you want,

but it's a really good deal.

They're gonna pay me $5 million
a year for four years.

I can't say no to that.

- Zoe, listen to me.

- No. Hold on a second.

I did everything right--

I came forward,
I told the truth,

I even took on Eli Colton--
and where did it get me?

What happened?

They almost decimated my career.

My future.

- Zoe, I know that this is hard.

- The thing is
is that it's always

going to be hard.

Whether or not
I testify against Eli,

whether or not
he goes to prison,

the pain and everything
that I just endured

is never gonna disappear.

So I have two options.

I can either be a poor
and careerless victim,

or I can be a wealthy,
employed victim.

That's it.

I prefer the latter.

- After all this,
Zoe wants to go paws up

and let this guy walk?

- Look, she wants to get paid.

- I get it,
but ain't nothing for free.

- Check this out.

- Two rich white men
having dinner.

That's not exactly newsworthy.

- That is Eli and David Potter,

CEO of Sullivan Davis.

- That's the company
that just made Zoe

that ridiculous job offer.

- Now, legally,
this doesn't prove anything.

- No, but it does confirm
what we suspect.

Eli cut a deal
to run his business

through Sullivan, and in return,

Sullivan funnels
some of that revenue to Zoe.

- Yeah, to keep her quiet.

- Gotta love Wall Street.

- This is a payoff.
It's a bribe.

We can't just let them get away.

- I'll keep Barba,
see what our options are.

- Two businessmen having dinner
doesn't prove a damn thing.

- For ten years...

Eli's only bank
is Cromwell Moore,

and then right before
he's about to go on trial

on a rape charge,

some firm, out of the blue,
offers a 26-year-old kid,

who makes 300 grand a year,
$5 million.

Are you kidding me?

- I know, but we can't prove it.

The paper trail is clean.

From the outside, Sullivan Davis
offered Zoe White,

a talented young banker
with impeccable credentials,

a lucrative contract.

There's nothing incriminating
about it.

- Okay. But rape
is still illegal, right?

- Liv.

- So we'll call her
as a hostile witness.

- We can do that,
and we can look like fools.

- I know. I know.

- I know that
this is hard to accept,

but it is her life.

Her decision.

- She's not making a decision.

The girl is being extorted!

- Does he feel that way?

Maybe this job, this money,
will help her heal,

will give her closure.

- I don't believe that
for a second.

And neither do you.

- Of course not.

So let's go find another way
to bury this prick.

- I respect your passion,
Lieutenant,

but you need to respect
my decision.

- I do respect
your decision, Zoe.

And I've been doing this
for a very long time,

and testifying can be
a crucial part

of the healing process.

- I'm sure it is.
For some people.

But I am a deal maker.

I make decisions based
on fact, not feeling.

I analyze the pros, the cons,
the opportunity costs.

- I get it.
I get it.

So using your leverage
against Eli

to extract a premium deal
makes you feel like a winner,

not a loser.

And bankers are different.

You think differently,
and you may heal differently,

but a payoff...

money for silence...

never healed anyone.

- Okay. Let me be clear.

I do not want to
give Eli a pass.

I would love to see
that pig go to prison

and get everything
that he deserves.

But like I said,
I'm a pragmatist,

and right now, based on all
the data and information

that I have right in front of me
in this moment,

this is the best decision.

- If you take the money, Zoe,
Eli wins.

He avoids prison.

And he victimizes you
all over again,

and...he steals your dignity

one last time.

But maybe I'm not
the best person

to talk to you about this.

- Excuse me?

- Come on in, Kate.

Zoe, this is Kate.

She used to work
at Cromwell Moore.

- When it was clear to me
that he wanted to have sex,

I said no.

- And what happened?

- He pulled down my underwear.

I tried to pull away,
but he held me down.

I screamed that I didn't want to
have anything to do with this,

but he didn't care.

He wasn't listening.

And then he put his penis
inside of me.

- Do you see that man
here today?

- Yes.

He's right there.

- Your Honor, I'd like to
present People's Exhibit G.

This is surveillance footage

from Cromwell Moore,
time-stamped 9:12 a.m.,

the day after the assault.

- I-I even was clear
that I didn't want

to have sex with him--
I told him that.

- Well, I'm shocked that Eli
would do something like that.

- What do you mean?

Do you think
I'm making this up?

I'm not--
I'm telling you the truth.

Roger...I told him no,

and I tried to leave,
and he pinned me down.

Eli r--
he raped me.

- Just to confirm, Zoe,

that is you talking to
your supervisor, Roger Littrell,

the morning after the party

where the defendant
sexually assaulted you?

- Yes.

- People's Exhibit H.

That's a letter from
Sullivan Davis to Zoe White,

offering her a job
two days prior

to the arrest of the defendant
for first-degree rape.

Could you please read
the paragraph

under the heading
"compensation," please?

- "Ms. White, hereafter
referred to as 'employee,'

"will receive
a minimum cash compensation

"of $5 million per year
for four years

"plus a discretionary bonus

based on the firm's
overall financial performance."

- Thank you.

Did you accept this job offer?

- No.

- Why not?

- Because it was clear to me
the only reason

why they offered me
so much money

was to ingratiate themselves
to Eli.

- Could you elaborate?

- One of the conditions
of my employment

was that I keep
a low profile.

- So you turned down $20 million

in guaranteed compensation,

just for the opportunity
to testify here today?

- Yes, I did.

- Why?

- Because I didn't want him
to steal my dignity

one more time.

- Nothing further.