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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.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

who are we to judge another?

By what metric should we
praise or condemn?

Well, I may be but a lowly,
lowly lawyer,

but, uh, one thing
that I can attest to

is that tonight's
man of the hour

is a consummate force of good.

Now, I'm sure that
we can all agree

that in a sea full of judges
with oversized egos, this guy--

this guy's got the largest.

No, but seriously,
ladies and gentlemen,

I want you to join me
in welcoming to the stage

your Judge of the Year,
the Honorable Warren Fels.

Come on. Give it up.

Come on. Look at this.
- Thank you.

Are you serious? What--what--

It's a brutal world
out there.

Mm-hmm.

And an absolutely
silent night in here.

Oh!

You just jinxed it.

Oh, come on, I'm a cop.

I'm not superstitious.
- You'll see.

So in '03, we almost
made it through

an entire shift without a peep.

And then John Munch
had to open his mouth

and prove to all of us
that there was

no such thing as a jinx.

The call came in
ten seconds later.

All right, well,
maybe tonight's the night.

You just double-jinxed it.

No, I did not.

- What color?
- Red.

Crime Stoppers
just sent us a tip.

Jinx.

I've learned three things
in all my years

on the raised bench.

Number one,

looking down at the court,

I know each and every one
of you that has a bald spot.

Number two, looking up at you--

you better remember
to trim those nose hairs.

I was raped by the devil.

But most importantly,
the bench is raised

so that all can see justice.

He may claim to be good,

but he uses his position
for pure evil.

But in no way should
a judge be viewed greater

than anyone else in the court.

On November 15th,
in his robing room,

he tore my underwear off
with his teeth,

and then he forced himself
inside of me.

Like Albert Einstein said,
"Blind belief in authority

is the greatest enemy
of truth."

And the aim should always be
truth and justice.

That devil's name
is Judge Warren Fels.

No, no,
the speech was great.

It was great.
Just the--the Einstein quote.

Oh, don't tell me
Sonny Carisi

is questioning Albert Einstein.

No, I just thought you could
have gone with Francis Bacon.

"Truth is the daughter
of time, not of authority."

All right, well,
how about this one?

Hank Williams,

"Mind your own business."

Congratulations,
Judge of the Year.

You deserve it.

Thanks, Dominick.

- All right.
- Get home safe too.

Uh, but I think Public Enemy
said it better than Einstein.

"Don't believe the--"

No!

Why? Why?

You're okay. Hey.

Hey, you're okay. You're okay.

I need an ambulance right now.

I'm in The Belmore Hotel,
in the garage.

Gunshot wound to the chest.

Send it. All right, I got you.

I got you. Just stay with me.

Stay with me, okay? Come on.

He was late teens, early 20s.

He was about 5'10",
and sandy blond hair.

He had blue eyes.

He was wearing a black jacket,
blue hoodie, black jeans,

white canvas sneakers.

- Okay.
- And he had a gun.

But he was the one
who looked scared, Liv.

Thank you so much.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What--what--what did they say?

What are they saying?
- He's going into surgery.

And they think that the bullet
somehow missed

everything major,
thanks to you.

Thanks to me?

The guy got shot
in the chest, Amanda.

I was too damn slow.

Stop it.

Stop.

Thank God he's okay.

So, Carisi, how well
do you know Judge Fels?

I know him really well.

I mean, the guy was--

he was one of my
law professors.

He mentored me.

And he's married, right?

No, no.

His wife died last year.
He's a widower.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Well, what was that?

What--why are you
detective-ing him?

He didn't shoot himself.

There's an accusation.

To SVU?

Against Warren Fels?

No. No, no, no, no.

And now there's
an attempt on his life.

He's a good guy.

No, no, no, no. Listen, listen.

I love you both,
but he didn't assault anyone.

And I trust your judgment.

I trust your perception.

But what, Liv?

But if we have one motto
at SVU...

Never say never.

Look, you two go home.

We'll figure it out.
We'll figure it out.

Warren Fels.

69 years old,
12 years prosecutor.

He rose to the head
of the Homicide Division,

appointed by the governor
to the Supreme Court

and most recently, chief judge

of the Trial Division
in Queens.

And currently...
- He's in the ICU.

He's out of surgery,
but he's not up yet.

The accusation came in
as an internet tip

through Crime Stoppers.

The alleged assault
took place on November 15th.

And Fels was
the presiding judge

for Saturday night
arraignments,

but nobody on the docket
matches the woman in the video.

Saturday night arraignments
are known to draw

a certain clientele.

Hold on.

I knew I recognized something.
- What?

Here.

There. There.

See her home screen?

That's the app
for Midnight Page.

Exactly.

Midnight Page is what?

It's a marketplace
for hiring escorts.

So she is a sex worker.

Well, you can filter
by preferences--

so female, white, brunette,
20s, green eyes.

You have the Midnight Page
app on your phone?

Hey, buddy,
if you wanna catch a worm,

you gotta dig in the dirt.

Okay.

Okay, here she is, ElsaXXX.

Let's make a date.

I'll copy her.

Martini?

Is it dry or dirty?

It's water with a twist.

Okay, good.
I don't drink either.

Water, twist.

I'm waiting on someone.

Elsa, right?

You're not in any trouble,
but no one else is coming.

I made the appointment
with you.

Who are you?

I'm here to help you.

It happened
in his robing room.

He tore off my underwear
with his teeth

and then forced himself
inside of me.

Okay.
And this was on November 15th?

Yes, November 15th.

You know, I gotta say,
we don't have a record

of you appearing
in Judge Fels's court

that evening.

It happened.

Okay.

He forced himself
inside of me.

I can see it right now
happening in my head.

Elsa, listen, all I want
for you is justice, okay?

Can you tell me your real name?

Elsa Clark.

How do you feel about coming
down to the station with me?

We can file a report.

You work for him, don't you?

Who, Judge Fels? No.

Elsa, I work for the City.

I have said
all I'm gonna say.

Leave me alone.

Elsa.

Elsa Clark, 20 years old,

from Illinois,
no criminal record.

Current address,
Meltzer Hall Dormitory

at University of New York.

Okay.

So, Curry, what is your take?

You know, I don't know
how else to say it,

other than her interaction
with me seemed rehearsed.

She said exactly what she had
already said in that video.

It was robotic.

I mean, it was like
she was telling a story

that she had heard but couldn't
remember the details.

Well, get this.

There is no robing room

for Saturday night
arraignments.

That whole detail
in her claim is bogus.

Well, hang on.

Even when someone gets
every detail wrong,

they can still be a victim.

I mean, she did seem tense
at the bar,

so maybe she'll be more
receptive in the comfort

of her own dorm.

Judge Fels is awake.

Now's not a good time.

What's up?

Detective Bruno.

May I ask you
some questions, Judge?

Talk to Sonny.

He has more info than me.

I just turned around,
and then I'm here.

You know anybody who may have
a vendetta against you?

I'm deciding
people's fates every day.

I guess someone wanted
to decide mine.

You recognize this woman?

A girl?

What's this about?

Do you know
this woman, Judge?

Sonny, is he one of yours?

The shooting may
have been in reaction

to an accusation that she made.

An accusation against me?

Well, I'm sure you can guess
what I'm about to say.

From now on, all questions
must go through my attorney.

Thanks for stopping by, Sonny.

Judge, I'm just here
as your fr--

I need some shut eye.

♪ I'm a nightmare walking ♪

♪ Psychopath talking ♪

♪ King of my jungle ♪

Some things never change.

Mm-hmm.

Dude, what is happening
to you is due.

Is that coming
from Elsa's room?

You still have the gun?

Yo. Police. Clear the hall.

Drop your weapon! Hands up!

Turn around!

On your knees!

Cross your ankles and interlace
your fingers behind your head.

What the hell's
going on in here?

Come on.

So the day starts at 5:00
and ends at midnight?

Who's setting
the schedule here?

Uh, Matt.

That's your name, right?

Mind if we talk?

I have to do the dishes.

It's my day.
I don't wanna get in trouble.

Who would you get
in trouble with?

That kid with the gun?

Jeremy? No. He's--

We're roommates.

We split the chores.

Uh-huh.
Yeah, we can see that.

You got a chart and everything.

Elsa, why don't you
come with me?

I have nothing more
to say to you.

Okay, that kid with the gun,
is he your roommate too?

Kind of. He's--

Jeremy was acting
completely on his own.

Right?

Yeah.

Hey, Matt, look at me.

You're not in trouble, okay?

So why don't you come with me?

I just wanna talk,
and then I'll help you

with the dishes
when we're done.

I'm good.

Okay. That's obstruction.

- What are you doing?
- Turn around.

- You're arresting him?
- Yeah, I am.

I'm tired of getting
stonewalled here.

I'm gonna report you.

Oh, go ahead.

The boss already
can't stand me.

Did you tell Fels I'm here?

Come again?

Does Judge Fels know
I'm here?

Is he gonna want
the death sentence?

New York's not
a death-penalty state.

It doesn't matter.

He runs the system.

When I heard
what he did to Elsa...

So that's why you shot him,

as revenge
for what he did to Elsa?

What he did to her was
the last straw of 1,000 straws.

What else did he do?

Aggravated assault
and battery,

trespassing, theft, extortion,
money laundering.

Judge Fels is the devil.

And I'm the one that tried
to stop his reign of terror.

License and registration.

Listen to the officer,
honey.

He's just doing his job.

Yes, Robbie.

Do you know how fast
you were going back there?

This is November 15th

in Pittsgrove Township,
New Jersey.

Which means that she wasn't
in Manhattan on the night

that she alleges.
- Yeah.

Do we know more about this
Robbie guy that's with her?

They didn't card him.

Uh, our boy Matt
from the dorm,

he's having a panic attack.

What do I do?

Got it.

I know.

I know a lot of people
do breathing exercises

for anxiety attacks.

I'll get you some more water.

But this sometimes
just does the trick.

Can I put this on your wrist?

There you go.

That'll just sort of put you
back in your body.

Feeling a little better?

Good.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Did Judge Fels
do anything to Elsa?

There is no evidence
that supports that claim.

And do you work
for Judge Fels?

I never heard his name
before yesterday.

You know, if you're in trouble,
I can help you.

Those look like
cigarette burns.

How about if you just nod
yes or no to my questions?

Did you do that to yourself?

Hey, Matt,
did somebody in the dorm

that you're living in
do that to you?

Hmm?

You know somebody named Robbie?

Listen to me.

I'm here for you.

You're not in the dorm,

and no one can
hurt you here, okay?

This is my house.

And I can promise you
that no one is gonna hurt you

while you're here with me.

Oh, God.

What?

Okay. Hold on, hold on.

Let's--let's do this again.

Slow down your breathing.

Robbie Miller.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

This is Captain Curry.

Two captains.

Aren't I special?

Well, you're a VIP.

It's not the best view in here,
but we're a packed house.

Crime never stops.
Trust me, I know.

You're on speaking terms
with the world of crime?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Oh.

International law.

Ah.

What's your guys'
clearance level?

Me, I'm just NYPD.

What about you, Cap?

Oh, I never made it

higher than Phi Delta
at Siena College.

You're funny.

So my NOC, Non-Official Cover,

is working in
construction subcontracting.

But there are certain
alphabet organizations that...

You mean the CIA and FBI?

Okay.

But we're here
about your son, Matt.

Yeah.
What'd the kid do this time?

Do you have kids?

You know, I spoke
with the security guard

at your son's dorm,

and they say that
you sign in every day.

You live there?

I'm supposed to miss
a visit with my kids

because the Plaza sells out?

So how long have you been
living at their dorm?

Well, the original plan
was five days,

but they keep
asking me to stay.

Oh.

I mean, they're kids,

and they like having
a parental figure around.

And when you amass as much
life experience as I have,

passing on that knowledge
to the next generation

is the least you can do.

Makes perfect sense.

And what about Elsa?

I coach her too.

We're all accountability
partners for one another.

What's my son
being charged with?

Why do I get the feeling
that you already

know the answer to that?

It's so fascinating,
the way you round your N's,

and yet you dot
your I's so precisely.

Excuse me?

You're a cumulative thinker
and a perfectionist.

I dabble in
forensic graphology.

You're quite impressive.

Yeah,
and I'm getting jealous.

So I'm gonna go check on Matt.

And do you mind
sitting tight for a second?

Anything for Matt.

Don't leave me hanging.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Another minute,
he would have tried to sell us

the Brooklyn Bridge.

Robbie Miller had
a contentious divorce

from Matt's mom in 2004.

Robbie was only granted
visitation

after a forensics
evaluation report.

Well, I'd love
to get my hands on that.

Sealed by the court.

He's a high school dropout.

Okay, and then he operated

the Goliath Tile Company
until 2021.

Also in 2021,
he got jammed up

when the Damiano family
was taken down.

He was found guilty of money
laundering, obstruction.

He was sentenced to four years.

Released just in time
to live in his son's dorm.

A welfare check was
called in three months ago

in the dorm room.
- Okay.

You get a name
for the complainant?

Colleen Keane, another
University of New York student.

Great.
You two track that down.

So Matt completely shut down
when the father came in?

Yeah, and I bet old Robbie
was planning on that.

Yeah.

Rollins, take the kid outside

and get him some fresh air.

What was it like living
in the dorm, Colleen?

It's a cult.

He is running a tiny cult
in the dorm room.

What makes you say that?

Me, Matt, Jeremy, Elsa,

we were inseparable.

So decided to room
together this year,

and all of a sudden,
Robbie, just, like, appears.

Why'd he stay in the dorm?

Matt said his dad needed
to be to get back on his feet.

Okay.

But he was always trying
to get super personal.

I don't know, it just--
it gave me the ick immediately.

Your friends
feel that way too?

No.

He'd brag about how amazing he
was, and they would eat it up.

And I'd say,
guys, he's full of it.

He has a scar that he swears
he got from a shark attack.

It's an appendix scar.

And then one day, he's--

he's not on the air mattress.

Where'd he go?

Elsa's bed,

which he says was
for her self-improvement.

And then he comes to me

and wants to talk
about my virginity?

I--I immediately transferred
to a new dorm.

Okay, did you report
any of this to the university?

What's UNY care?
The dorm room's paid for.

All they care about
is the money.

So that's why you called in
the welfare check.

Hell, yeah!

Those were my friends.

But they just--
they stopped talking to me,

and they weren't
showing up for classes,

and they were barely leaving
the dorm room at all.

And then there's
what he's doing to Elsa.

What's he doing?

Some guy in my psych class
said he saw her

on a sex-worker site.

She's not that person.

I think he's forcing her
to do it.

After my parents split up,

my dad wouldn't let me sleep
until I told him everything

my mom was saying about him.

He'd burn me if I didn't tell.

But my mom never said
anything bad.

Mm.

So eventually, I just
started making things up,

you know,
just to get him to stop.

And then he'd hug me.

He'd hug me, and it would
actually make me happy.

He's been abusing you
your whole life.

One day, I was standing
there recording,

as he put these tweezers
as deep into Jeremy's ears

as they could go,
just so he could get him

to agree that
Judge Fels should die.

He recorded his abuse?

My dad wanted evidence
of--of how--how weak we were,

how much control
he had over us.

And I was the one who...

I introduced him to my friends.

You know, I can't take back
the things he did to them.

Like, I'm as guilty as he is.

No.

I can protect you.

Go away.

We've got a warrant.

Okay, we're looking for
that camera, any SD cards.

A lot of books on coercion.

What are these?

Financial records.

Oh, my God.

You made Robbie over $200,000?

What the...

Does he let you eat?

Hey, Bruno!

Hey.

I kinda don't wanna
watch all this.

All I'm asking is
for you to admit that

you know that your parents are
conspiring with Judge Fels.

Huh?

I don't remember. Really.

Then either you're not
thinking hard enough

or you're lying.

Either way,
I'm very disappointed.

Wait, wait! Wait.

Maybe when I was younger,

I--I saw them have
dinner with him.

Okay. That's enough.

Jeez, this poor girl.

Sleep deprivation, repetitive
questionings, torture.

This is how bad cops
get false confessions.

These financial ledgers--

he forced her into prostitution
on the pretense of paying

for a ton of bogus charges.

I mean, look at this,
breaking the seat

on his exercise bike, $500.

Plumber for a clogged
shower drain, $250.

There's at least 12 pages
of accrued interest,

all in the last four months.

Money and power, it's the
oldest motivation in the book.

But what is the obsession
with Judge Fels?

I checked,
and Robbie's never appeared

in Judge Fels's courtroom.

Well, the good judge
isn't gonna be

too eager to help us out.

Maybe Carisi can ask him.

I'll find out.

I'm not a victim.

I'm reclaiming my story

by telling the world
what Fels did to me.

So I watched some
of those videos.

Can I tell you what I saw?

I saw a man brainwashing
an innocent girl.

Brainwashing?

What are you saying?

Robbie's, like, a hypnotist?

I'm saying that
Robbie is charismatic,

and he preys on young people

who haven't yet formed
their identities.

That's Judge Fels to a T.

He visited my family
when I was young.

Did you know that?

Your father is
an electrician, right,

in Illinois?

How--how confident are you
that your father,

the electrician,

would be friends
with a judge from New York?

Yes, we lived
in a small house,

but that's because
my dad hoarded money

he got from Judge Fels.

Okay.

Okay, well, it's--it's late,
and you must be hungry.

Right?

So what--what do you wanna eat?

Anything.

Elsa, is that a--

is that a hard question
for you to answer?

Robbie--Robbie always
chose what I ate.

No, you are just--

you are confusing me now.

My parents were corrosive--

corrosive, corrosive people.

I've heard that word before.

I heard it from--from Jeremy.

It's his word.

Whose word?

When I say it, "corrosive,"

I can hear Robbie's voice
in my head.

Elsa, I can help you.

I can help you get Robbie's
voice out of your head

so that you can hear your own.

Sonny.

This isn't personal,
except it is for me.

You heard the word "lawyer."

Yeah, I heard, but, uh,

charges have been dropped.

So you're good, Judge.

Hallelujah.

Leonard Cohen.

Hmm. I prefer
the Jeff Buckley version.

So what's with me being shot?

Well, that's what I'm here
to talk to you about.

Do you recognize this guy?

Is that Robbie Miller?

Our parents were friends.

He would sometimes come over
for dinners when I was a kid.

Last I heard, he was in prison.

Does he have something
against you?

I mean...

after I was elevated,
he reached out,

see if I could
pull a string or two.

Some money laundering charges
to be dropped.

I told him
I had a responsibility

to report his approaching me.

Last I knew,
he was found guilty.

There's nothing else?
That's it?

Yeah.

I haven't thought
about Robbie Miller in years.

Well, I--I wish I could tell
you the feeling was mutual.

This is like
the Sarah Lawrence case.

Hmm.

Con man preying
on these kids.

Except the Fels thing
isn't a con.

Robbie actually believes
that he's after him.

Right, because otherwise,
he'd have to accept

responsibility for how
his own life turned out.

You know, a con man's
biggest mark is himself.

Play to his weakness.

Kept you waiting.

What happened
to the captains?

Oh, they--they got
pulled into something

way more pressing.

I'm just a sergeant, Rollins.

Okay, well, do you know
why they brought in my son?

Of course.

So do you.

I bet you're well aware
that Jeremy Coleman

is sitting in Rikers
right now awaiting trial.

And that kid's going to prison
for years because of you.

Oh, you're the bad cop.

I'm well-versed
in the Reid Technique,

but you're doing a bad job.

Your first step is, you're
supposed to win my trust.

Did you really think you were
gonna walk into this precinct

and charm us into
giving up information?

We have you on video torturing
your son and his friends.

Well, there you just
gave up information.

But my son and my friends
will testify

that everything on those
recordings was consensual.

Who's gonna believe that?

No victims, no case.

Unless what?

You think
you're gonna break me?

Get me to admit something
that I didn't do?

No.

I'm just here to do two things.

One, put you in cuffs.

Get up.

The other, to let you know
that my husband

is good friends
with Judge Fels.

And you know what he's done?

He's tried to ruin my life.

Yeah, you know what, he talks
about you all the time.

In fact, he's right behind
that mirror right now,

watching you be humiliated.

You have the right to remain--

You should have died!

Die! Die! Die!

- All right, come on.
- Get him out of here.

My father always told me
he knew me better than

I knew myself.

When I was 14,
I opened up to him

that I wasn't sure
about my sexuality.

So he put a condom on a banana
and shoved it down my throat,

asking me if I enjoyed that.

When I said no, he said
it was proof that I wasn't gay.

And I was actually
kind of relieved

he decided for me.

But now I can see
that he's sick.

My father is a twisted,

deeply manipulative person.

Thank you, Mr. Miller.

No more questions, Your Honor.

Mr. Mitchell.

Matthew,
when was the last time--

Objection, Your Honor.

This is a clear
intimidation ploy, Your Honor.

No, Carisi, this is
a clear Sixth Amendment issue.

Retraumatizing victims

got nothing to do
with the Sixth Amendment.

My client has
a constitutional right

to confront his accusers.

Your Honor, the defendant
tortured the victims

through interrogation.

Allowing him to question them
will only retraumatize them

in open court.
- Enough.

I am not getting reversed
by the Appellate Division

on a Sixth Amendment issue.

While I would have preferred
a heads-up, Mr. Mitchell,

I will allow Mr. Miller
to act as co-counsel

as I am required to do.

But, Mr. Miller,
if you even approach the line,

I will shut you down
and revisit this ruling.

Did you come to me
for advice about your life,

everyday problems?

Yes.

Did you ever ask me to stop
doing these bad things

that you've been saying
I've been doing?

No.

How old are you?

21.

Do you exercise?

Out loud, Matty,
so the jury can hear you.

I weightlift.

So you're younger than me,
and a hell of a lot stronger.

Don't you think
you could have tried

to physically stop me
from doing the things

that you didn't like?

I guess.

Who invited me to
meet your friends?

I did.

Why would you do that
if I was such a big, bad guy?

Because you're--you're--

I'm sorry, Dad.

I'm sorry.

We got a big problem, Liv.

Oh, I'm well aware.

Do you even have a case if they
all fold under his questioning?

Nope.

But maybe we've got
one last chance.

What is that?

I'm gonna have
to make a deal.

Do you have it in you
to testify against

Robbie Miller face to face?

In return, I can offer you
a lesser charge.

No.

No deal.

Oh, hold on for a second.

You're going away
for years of your young life.

And the guy who orchestrated
it all is gonna escape.

I'll testify.

I just don't want the deal.

Jeremy, as your lawyer,

I have to advise you,
take the deal.

I wanted to be a lawyer,
like you.

Robbie took any chance
of that away from me.

Tell me if this is right.

Could Robbie's defense
cite your offer,

saying I was bought off?

That's correct.

They could, and they would.

So if I take a deal,
that'll just hurt my testimony.

And if he gets off, he'll
just keep destroying people.

He's a poison.

So no deal.

And I'll testify.

Robbie said Judge Fels had
snipers all over the city

looking to kill him, us too.

And you believed him?

Not at first.

He would do these...

"sessions," he called them.

And how do you understand
these sessions now?

It was torture.

What would he do?

He had these pointy tweezers,
and he'd put them in my ear

so far that I could feel
my eardrum vibrating.

And he told the same story
over and over again--

snipers, murderer!

It would only stop when
I could repeat the story back.

I think my brain started
to believe it to protect me.

But I wanna make it clear,

it wasn't only about
the physical harm.

What do you mean?

I've spent the last
four weeks in a cell.

It's the longest time I've been
away from Robbie in a while.

Never have I felt more free.

Because I have my own thoughts
in my head.

He tried to destroy them,
but they're still there.

I'm still here.

No more questions,
Your Honor.

Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Miller.

The defense has no questions,
Your Honor.

Mr. Foreman, has the jury
reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

As to count one,
sex trafficking,

what is your verdict?

Guilty.

As to count two, extortion,
what is your verdict?

Guilty.

Watch Matt.

I think he might do something.

As to count three,
labor trafficking,

what is your verdict?

Guilty.

Order!

Hey, hey! Come on.

Order!

I hate you! You ruined me!

You ruined everything!
You ruined my life!

You didn't stop him.

Good.

That's justice.

No, the--the verdict
was justice.