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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.

Forget it, Rick.

I'm expecting a quarterly
report from the office.

All I'm saying
is it better not be Jenna.

Well, she's off on a romantic week

in St. Bart's.

Oh, at least Brett's getting some.

Who said Brett's with her?

Oh.

Sorry, we didn't order a pizza.

Shut up, Chad.

Rick?

Pizza delivery guy
forced his way inside.

Whacked the guy, raped his girlfriend.

His name's Rick Karsch.

She's Anne Whitman.

He's in the office getting bandaged up.

That's her on the couch.

Anne?

Hi, I'm Lieutenant Benson.

Mr. Karsch, I'm Sergeant Tutuola, SVU.

- Did you catch the guy?
- We're working on it.

- What's the damage?
- He blacked out.

So I'm guessing
we're looking at a concussion.

He hit me with a gun, for Chrissake.

Why don't you just start
from the beginning?

Pizza guy rang the bell and whacked me.

Next thing I know, the cops are here,

and this guy's bandaging my head.

What pizza place?

We didn't order a damn pizza.

W-why won't they let me see Annie?

He said if I scream, he'd kill me.

So, Anne, I know
that this is difficult,

but... I'm going to ask you
to describe him.

Anything that you remember
could be a very big help.

He made me tie Rick's hands
with those plastic things.

They were in the pizza box.

I... he put a gun to my head.

Okay, was he White, Black, Hispanic?

He was wearing a helmet.

Like for a motorcycle.

Oh.

Do I have to do this now?

No. No, you don't.

Officer Rivers is going to take
you to the hospital now, okay?

Listen, is there anyone
that I can call for you?

How am I supposed to tell my dad?

Anne, listen to me.

None of this is your fault.
Do you understand?

None of it.

He kept on calling me Stacey.

I-I don't know anyone named Stacey.

This scumbag called Rick "Chad."

And he kept calling Anne "Stacey."

You thinking what I'm thinking?

That the bastard hit
the wrong apartment?

If everybody has to sign in,
then how'd the pizza guy

get upstairs without you knowing?

Sometimes it gets really busy
with deliveries.

He must've slipped by. Happens.

Maybe you took a walk for a cigarette,

a cup of coffee, smoke a joint?

- I do my job.
- Yeah?

'Cause a stranger walked
through your doors right there,

beat up one of your tenants,
raped another one.

So I wouldn't count on keeping
this job for too long.

Joey's out with the flu. I had to pee.

Okay. Do you have any Chad and Staceys

living in this building?

- Nope.
- You're sure?

- I know every tenant.
- No disrespect,

but maybe you could pull
the tenant list for us.

That's it? All right, scroll.

Okay, again. Keyshawn,
you're 0 for 2, all right?

You said there's no Chad living here.

You said Chad and Stacey.

Chad's wife's name's Brianna.

All right. 9D.

Hey, how'd we do?

We got a Chad, but no Stacey.

And the guy took it pretty far

if it's a case of mistaken identity.

Okay, Finn, Carisi,

check every pizza joint
within a 30-block radius.

Rollins, let's talk to the
luckiest Chad on the planet.

We pay such a premium
for security in this place.

Is she okay?

Well, uh, she doesn't have
any broken bones,

if that's what you mean.

Women don't get over this, do they?

But they can get past it.

Do you happen to know them
by any chance?

Anne Whitman, Rick Karsch?

It's a big building.

Are you talking to everyone
who lives here?

Truthfully, the perpetrator
called Rick "Chad."

- You think he was looking for me?
- And me?

Well we don't know, but...

He did call Anne "Stacey."

And you're the only Chad
in the building,

so it's a long shot,

but maybe if there is anyone...

If I thought anybody
wanted to rape Brianna,

you would've heard from me
a long time ago.

Maybe someone who had some
kind of grudge against you.

Maybe someone from your past.

Maybe somebody from work.

I'm a dentist. Everybody hates me.

Brianna. You okay?

Oh, this whole thing. I don't know.

If you think of anything,

there's my card.

Call me.

We got the pizza guy on security

entering and leaving the building.

His visor was down in both.
Same on the elevator.

So, any motorcycles parked
near the building?

Not on camera within a 3-mile radius.

And we got goose eggs
from all the pizza joints.

No deliveries to a Chad or Stacey

and no one can ID the guy
from our photos.

One second.

Brianna. Hey.

You knew I'd come, didn't you?

You know, why don't you
step into my office?

I couldn't say anything
in front of Chad.

Of course. I understand.

I mean... I love him.

I-I'm a horrible person.

Brianna, you're safe here.

About a year ago, I had an affair.

Okay.

Chad has no idea.

His name was Jake Sanders.

He taught my spin class.

I don't know why I did it.
It was stupid.

I broke it off, and...

And Jake didn't take it very well.

He wouldn't stop texting and emailing

and private messaging on Twitter.

The thing is... Jake has a gun.

Something to be said about good timing.

Tell me about it.

He looks fit.

Hey, Jake.

- Hey!
- Jake!

Get in the car.

Get down on the ground, now!

- I didn't do anything.
- Why you running then, huh?

Am I under arrest?

You're a person of interest. all right?

- Hey.
- On second thought,

put your hands behind your back.

Go ahead, check.
The gun's perfectly legal.

There is no way

that an aerobics instructor like you

got a carry license in New York City.

And even if you did,

you're not allowed to smack
someone in the head with it.

Who did I smack?

Does the name Chad ring a bell?

What, did he say I hit him?

No. Because you went
to the wrong apartment.

Chad and Brianna live in 9D.
You went to 11D.

Why would I hit Chad?

'Cause you wanted to bang his wife.

She said that?

Whatever happened to
sound body, sound mind?

- One out of two ain't bad.
- Okay, slowly.

Brianna lives in 9D.

You assaulted the woman
who lives in 11D.

Yeah, what happened, Jake?

You went to the wrong apartment,

you figured "what the hell"...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You think I...

The word you're looking for
is "rape," Jake.

This guy may be a prick,

but he's not the prick
we're looking for.

Video shows him teaching a spin class

when that rape went down.

Okay, so we got nothing.

Lieutenant Benson.

Where?

Okay.

- On it.
- What?

Another rape. Same MO.

Pizza man, motorcycle helmet,
pistol-whipping.

The whole nine.

_

I didn't order a pizza,
and my name isn't Chad.

Do you know anyone named Chad?

I went to public school, okay?

I'm a waiter in the East village.

All right, did you buzz the guy in?

Do I look stupid?

Can I see Beth now?

"Stacey, you're a bitch."
"Stacey, you're a whore."

I tried to scream, but he put
his hand over my mouth.

He was wearing these
disgusting rubber gloves.

I'm so sorry.

Now, is there any detail

that you can remember about him?

He... he was short.

- Okay.
- Maybe 5'6".

Good, okay.

He shoved my face
into the couch, and then...

From behind, he was...
he was pulling my hair,

and screaming at me like he hated me.

You know what?

Let's get you to the hospital

and we can talk more later, okay?

Is... is Paolo in the bedroom?

He is. And he's conscious,
and he's fine,

and he's just speaking
to one of my detectives.

And he's going to go
to the hospital as well.

What am I going to say to him?

Beth.

No one is going to blame you for this.

But I do.

I opened the door.

I didn't even ask who it was.

Let's get you to the hospital, okay?

Liv.

We got another "Chad."

And "Stacey."

One time could be a mistake, but twice?

That's a hobby or a serial.

Our guy obviously has a hard
on for somebody named Stacey.

Who was whisked away
by some guy named Chad.

Hey guys, I think we got
a real problem here.

Now I put the names
Chad and Stacey through RTC,

Accurint, TLO. I got nothing.

Then I tried the Dark Web.

A lot of stuff came up.

Now, the name "Stacey"
is not a specific person.

A "Stacey" is any woman
that an incel wants

but cannot get.

Because of guys they call "Chads"?

Exactly.

That guy in Toronto, he was an incel.

He's their patron saint.

I mean, this guy drove a van through

a crowd of people because
he wasn't getting any.

There's absolutely no reason
for anybody

to be involuntary celibate.

That's why God invented hookers.

No, sex workers
are part of the problem.

I mean, to these guys, a man
shouldn't have to pay for sex.

A woman should want to please
any man, anytime.

Welcome to the 17th century.

Yeah, populated by Chads,
Staceys, normies, and Omegas.

The last letter of the Greek alphabet?

Bottom of the totem pole.
Rejected by those on top.

So we're looking for a loser

that was rejected by our two "Staceys."

And according to this,

there's 6,000 of these guys

willing to write about
this stuff online.

We're thinking that this may
be somebody that you know.

No.

My friends, they would never do that.

Well, maybe it was someone that
was interested in dating you,

that you unknowingly blew off.

Or somebody you didn't even notice.

I've been with Rick for four years,

since I moved here from college.

Everybody knows that.

I've never seen her before.

Did he...

Oh, my God.

I want you to think, Beth,
is there, um,

is there anybody that...
that's asked you out?

Someone you maybe turned down?

There was a time when, um...

What, Beth?

Before Paolo, like, a year ago,

I wanted to meet people.

So I...

Paolo never has to know.

Tudor mansion.

Where is that?

It's like a millennial...
they throw parties.

Are you talking like a sex club?

You meet up with people
for drinks, and you can hook up

if you want to.

They vet everyone.

Your high school you went to,
your college.

- Your job, your photos...
- And you met someone there?

There was this... creepy guy outside.

Um, they wouldn't let him in.

So he begged me to pretend
like we were together.

And did you?

- No.
- Okay.

Do you remember his name?

He said, "Riley's cool."

Like, in the third person.

Like I was supposed to know who he was.

- Okay.
- He was still there when I left.

And then I saw him
in my Dunkin' Donuts,

like, a week later.

And on the train...
on the way home from work.

Oh, my God. He was...
he was following me.

Can you describe him?

Uh, red curly hair.

I don't know. He was weird.

How would I find this Tudor mansion?

Um, this Ivy guy. Tate Brightman.

He runs it.

_

It's like a traveling party.

I rent out a restaurant
or club for the night.

And people pay you for this?

You're a pimp.

They pay me to make sure
that they're mingling with

the right sort of people.

With the right-sized bank accounts.

- That helps.
- Beth Palmer sells shoes.

That's only part of the formula.

You got a lot of people trying
to sneak into these parties?

One party, I had
over a thousand applicants.

I max out at 200.

What happens to the other 800?

They drink their sorrows away
on Second Avenue

with the rest of the losers.

Keep a record of these "losers"?

Hmm. All submissions are confidential.

You know, I'm no lawyer,

but I've never heard of
pimp-john confidentiality.

You got drugs at these parties?

All narcotics are strictly verboten.

Well, still, you know,

maybe we should show up
at one of these things.

Make sure that that's the case.

Yeah.

The loser we're looking for,
his name is Riley.

Really?

Is that a first name or a last name?

You tell us.

Riley Porter.

He applied five times.

You got an address?

So where were you last Tuesday, Riley?

I was working.

What kind of work you do, Riley?

I'm a data processor.

That's interesting.
My cousin does that same thing.

From what I understand,
she doesn't work late nights.

Yeah, I used to get the day gigs.

There's a lot more people
going after the same work.

You know what, Finn?

I bet they give all
the good gigs to the bitches.

- Bingo.
- Tell me about it.

Our boss, her name is Olivia.

She's got buffalo nuts.

And too good for mortal man, this one.

Somebody needs to give it to her good.

Same way you gave it
to that chick, Beth Palmer.

I don't know her.

Come on, really?

That's fine because she said
that you were following her.

Said you were mad at her
'cause she couldn't

get you into the sex party.

Yeah, Riley, she...

she said that you raped her.

- Impossible.
- Impossible? Why?

Because she's a lying Stacey?

Because there's no such thing as rape.

I gotta hear this.

It's in the Constitution, right?

"All men are created equal."

We're entitled to life,
liberty, and happiness.

And sex makes us happy.

So when you want it, you just take it.

That's a right.

It's what I call a fundamental right.

So that guys like you can
have sex with beautiful women.

Wow.

Well, here's the thing, Riley.

We're gonna check your alibi.

We're gonna pull
your cell phone records,

and all those street security cameras?

We're going to check those too.

And if you were anywhere near

Beth Palmer's apartment last Tuesday,

you're gonna be pursuing
happiness in Ossining

for the rest of your life.

Liv. We got another one.

This time, he shot the boyfriend.

The bullet entered through
his lower frontal lobe

just above his eye.

It also went through his
temporal and parietal lobes

and opened a 1-centimeter tear
in his cerebral artery.

He's going to die, isn't he?

We are doing everything
we can for your son.

We will let you know as soon
as he's out of surgery.

Thank you.

Go ahead.

Can I get you a cup of coffee, or...

You can get the animal who did this.

Why? Everybody loves John.

Obviously not everybody.

Okay, well, has he mentioned anyone

that he was having trouble with?

John's on the fast track.
Men like that piss people off.

Has he spoken to either of you

about someone named Riley Porter?

Is that who shot my boy?

No, but he may know who did.

I told him we'd give him all our money,

our jewelry.

It didn't matter.

I even offered him my engagement ring.

And what did he say to you?

His friend would've enjoyed it,

but he wanted to do it himself.

That was his loss.

Did he say who the friend was?

There was blood everywhere.

There was so much blood.

And John was on the floor, bleeding.

Carol, can you describe him?

Uh...

I remember thinking,
why would he wear the visor

to his helmet down inside the building?

He was 5'9, 5'10. Really skinny.

He was so loud. The screaming.

"Screw you, John."

He didn't call him "Chad"?

No.

What am I supposed to do now?

I never thought
this would happen to me.

Carol, look, I know
that this is hard to imagine,

but... but things will get better.

O'Reilley?

What?

His friend?

The one who said he would've
thought I was so pretty.

Hey.

I need to talk to you about John.

No. No.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

We're looking at three rapists

- with the exact same MO.
- Sort of.

Okay, so the first two
called their victims

"Chad" and "Stacey,"

- which you know is incel.
- Incel.

What about rapist #3?

Okay, so, he used
the victim's real name, Carol,

and he told her that he had
a friend named "O'Reilley."

And that's relevant because...

Because survivor ♪2

told us that she had a stalker
named Riley.

Now, Riley has an alibi for that rape,

but he doesn't have one
for the night Anne was raped.

What if...

What if they traded rapes?

What if Riley raped Anne
as a favor to his incel buddy

who in turn raped Beth

to get revenge for him?

Wow.

Look, Peter, just hear me out.

They were all snubbed by women.

They all wanted revenge.

So one buddy gets it for the next.

None of these guys had
any particular connection

to their victim.

So they all alibi'd out.

I take it you didn't get
anything from Riley?

No, we had to let him go.

But if I could get a warrant
for his computer,

then I could find out a little more

about his two friends and,

I hate to say it, rapist #4.

I'll just have to find a judge
who saw "Strangers on a Train."

Thank you.

Phalluspower.

I wouldn't say that too loud, bro.

It's Riley's incel handle.

- How do you know?
- There's a lot of messages

leading up to the date
of the first rape.

All to somebody who calls
himself Hateful-One.

Rapist #2?

One way to find out.

I told you. I didn't rape that girl.

I believe you, Riley.

I do, because, uh, you raped this one.

I don't know her.

Mm. But your friend does.

What friend?

The one you've been messaging
on your private little

incel message boards.

Yeah, a lot of nooks and
crannies on the Dark Web.

Took us awhile, Riley,
but we found you.

Hateful-One.

Oh, did I, uh, did I mention
that I love your handle?

Phalluspower? That's very clever.

Anyway, you've been writing
to Hateful-One quite a bit.

"Your turn, bro."

You wrote that on the day
that Anne Whitman was raped.

Hateful-One responds, "My pleasure,"

and then the next day, boom.

It's Beth Palmer's turn.

- You're dreaming.
- Oh, I am?

Well, I got a whole room
full of computer geeks

that say different.

Well, you know
what I dream about, Riley?

I don't want to talk to her.

I dream about standing up in court,

at your sentencing hearing

and saying that 20 to life is too short

for conspiracy to commit
three rapes, two assaults,

and a murder.

What are you talking about?

Your buddy didn't tell you.

Okay, 'cause, see, not only
did he rape Carol Solomon,

he put a bullet
through John Quinn's head.

He was her fiancé.

Boom.

Riley, do you know
the difference between

concurrent and consecutive sentences?

One means your ass is ours.

The other, your ass is ours forever.

Riley?

Who is Hateful-One?

Chris Carnasis.

He... he lives in Riverdale,
he works at a Whole Foods.

But he didn't kill anyone either.

Who did?

A guy Chris met online.

"IronCross X."

I don't know his real name.

_

Being celibate pays well.

You got plenty of time
to concentrate on work.

At Whole Foods? Living here?

- Yes?
- NYPD.

We're wondering if you
had a moment to speak.

How may I help you?

Hi, we're looking for Chris Carnasis.

Yes, he's my son.

Is he here?

Well, he didn't do anything.

Of course not, but he may
know someone who did.

Hurry up, Mom,
your soup's getting cold.

Hey, yo, Chris.

Chris, put your hands
above your head, please.

You heard what she said.
Put your hands up.

Chris Carnasis, you are under arrest.

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- I'm sorry, Mom.

He's a millennial cliché.
Twenty-seven years old

and lives with his mother in Riverdale.

- Nice place?
- Does it matter?

It may.

Uh, you know, it was awfully
big for the two of them.

Good. Does he love his mom?

It appeared that he did.

I mean, I wouldn't let him
live in my house.

- What tale is he telling?
- Oh, deaf and dumb

per his lawyer, who's a
real winner named Dave Arnold.

- Dave "Do what?" Arnold?
- I don't get it.

You will.

- Wait, you wanna do what?
- You heard me.

State RICO?

Who does my client look like?
John Gotti, Jr.? Come on.

I see at least six predicate felonies

and further incidents
of a criminal enterprise.

- That spells racketeering.
- Fine with me.

He'll be out on bail for
the next couple of decades.

Not if there's a murder involved.

There's been no charges filed
in that regard.

Well, he probably didn't know.

His partner in crime likes to
keep things close to the vest.

Your buddy Riley Porter gave you up.

And he told us all about
how he scratched your back

and you scratched his.

You did what?

Now, that, he should have told you.

See, your client raped Beth Palmer.

As a favor to his friend
Riley, who in turn

raped Anne Whitman.

You remember Anne?
She shops at Whole Foods.

We have a video of the two
of you at the salad bar.

I think you're wiping down
the sneeze guard.

So, what happened, Chris?

She didn't smile back
while she was shopping?

How she didn't jump on her knees

and just do it right there in the aisle.

Hey, hold on.

This isn't RICO.

The third member
of the criminal enterprise

raped Carol Solomon

and killed her fiancé John Quinn.

Three people doesn't make
an enterprise.

But the thousands of self-pitying souls

comprising the incel does.

The what?

Just picture it as an online
rape and mass murder club.

Damn bitches are lying!

- Sit down.
- That's not what Riley said.

You're assuming he's credible.

No, you're right, David.

But you know what I got going for me?

The RICO forfeiture laws.

I'm going to confiscate
everything that Chris owns.

My two computers and a printer.

Have fun. You see, I was thinking more

about that nice house in Riverdale.

And all of its contents, Chris.

That's my mom's.

Who's to say you didn't help
your mom pay for it?

The statute allows me to take
first and investigate later.

It's good for us.

- What does that mean?
- What does that mean?

It means that your mother

is gonna be living on the street

until we figure this out.

Can they do that?

I have a team of movers
with big trucks on standby.

My mom.

He goes by IronCross online.

- This was all his idea.
- What's his name, Chris?

- It won't make any difference.
- Oh, trust me. It will.

The Omegas are rising!

We're gonna get what we're owed

all over the country.

The world.

You're looking at a revolution by men

who have nothing to lose.

What's his name, Chris?

Hey. That's him.

Right there.

Tony Kelly.

- Yeah?
- AKA IronCross?

- What's going on?
- NYPD.

Unless you wanna make a scene,

put your hands behind
your back right now.

You're under arrest
for rape and murder.

I don't get it, Tony.

I mean, you're a good looking guy.

- You're going to college.
- Grad school. Literature.

Impressive. Hell, I'd go out
with you if my husband

would get out of town once in awhile.

Or maybe he's just shy.

You just shy, Tony?

I bet he's a mama's boy.

Hmm.

I bet you read those fat novels

to get some fancy-ass quotes
to impress the ladies.

But you gotta talk to them
first, right, Tony?

Yes, this is very interesting.

Unfortunately, I haven't heard
any evidence yet.

Well, does the testimony
of his two accomplices count?

Not if that's all you've got.

She's right.

Accomplice testimony
is worthless against him

without corroboration.

We've got another card
to play, counselor.

Fortunately,

his cell phone GPS puts him
at Carol Solomon's apartment

at the very time she was being raped.

I'd like to look at the search warrant

for those records, if you don't mind.

You are aware of the Carpenter case.

Yeah, we're aware of it.

Thank you, Justice Roberts.

I'll take a look at that warrant now.

When I send a memo
about a change in the law,

at least do me the honor of reading it.

We did read it.

- But?
- I asked the phone company

- for Tony's cell phone records.
- For which we don't need a warrant.

And they included the GPS.

So what are we supposed
to do, ignore it?

- Until we get a warrant, yes.
- So what does this mean?

It means, unless I can convince a judge

to overlook a Supreme Court decision,

we have absolutely nothing
on Tony Kelly.

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The police clearly violated

my client's fourth amendment rights

by searching the GPS records
on his cell phone

without a valid warrant.

The police obtained the records

unwittingly, Your Honor.

So my client should suffer?

The phone company
was in error, not the police.

I'm only asking that the court
find a small exception

to a very recent change in the law.

In Carpenter v. U.S., the Court held...

I've read the opinion, counselor.

It's a new world, Mr. Stone.

People carry their cell phones
with them everywhere they go.

Nobody has an expectation
that Big Brother

is constantly tracking their movements.

- I'm not asking you to disregard...
- You're asking me

to invade every citizen's
right to privacy.

The People only ask
that Your Honor consider

the doctrine of inevitable discovery.

The police would have
inevitably asked a court

for a warrant, and they would
have certainly received one.

And that would render the ruling

in Carpenter meaningless.

I'm not a big enough
deal to tangle with

the Supreme Court, Mr. Stone.

The defendant's motion is sustained.

The GPS records are inadmissible.

As the only evidence against my client

is uncorroborated accomplice testimony,

I ask that the case against
my client be dismissed.

Is that the case, Mr. Stone?

Given time, Your Honor...

Defense motion to dismiss is sustained.

I don't understand. What happened?

They screwed up. That's what happened.

We'll get more evidence
and file new charges.

Those other guys are going to jail,

and that animal walks away.

They cut deals, Mrs. Quinn.

But he killed Johnny.

It was all his idea, Mr. Stone.

It's not fair!

It's the law, Carol.

Why in the world would
you expect it to be fair?

Should've known better.

Any of us would've done
what you did, man.

- Finn, it's not the same.
- Carisi, you're a cop.

Not a lawyer, despite the law degree.

So, guys, we need something,
anything, to corroborate

what Chris and Riley
told us about Tony.

We know that Tony called John
by his real name.

So we think he knew John somehow.

Well, Tony didn't pick him
out of the phone book.

Look, for these incel guys,

there's only two types of women.

Ones you screw and ones that screw you.

They just didn't wake up one morning

and decide women were the enemy.

These seeds were planted
a long time ago.

His mother.

Can you name one that doesn't
play hardball with your head?

Excuse me?

I'm not talking about you guys.

I'm talking about these incel freaks.

Nobody knows Tony
better than his mother.

Okay, let's give it a shot.

_

John Quinn?

Sounds like every
townie bartender who ever

poured me a Harvey Wallbanger
back in Ithaca.

Well, our John Quinn is
probably a little younger.

Closer to your son's age.

Someone your son might know.

Sorry, I'm not one of those mothers...

What do they call them? Who hovers?

Helicopter.

Tony's got his life. I've got mine.

Although, the one he chose...

Poetry. This is the real world.

Put on your big boy pants. Get a job.

He didn't get it from me
or his father, that's for sure.

Where is his father?

The bum took off right after
Tony blew out the candles

at his fifth birthday.

Haven't seen him since.

- Has Tony?
- You'd have to ask him.

And good luck getting an answer.

He doesn't talk much.

Gave it up somewhere around puberty.

Do you recognize
the name Carol Solomon?

When Tone did open his yap,
she's all he'd talk about.

Carol this, Carol that.
All senior year.

So they dated.

He took her to prom.
I have a picture somewhere.

Looks like every other
high school boy on prom.

- Yeah, except that he's
missing one thing: a date.

Look, Carol swears
that she went to the prom

with someone else.

Okay, she snubbed him,

and he's been fantasizing
about her for ten years.

Fantasy isn't corroboration.

But it's motive.

Sorry.

Three lonely, sick guys
cook up this elaborate plan.

Two of them execute it
perfectly, but Tony,

probably the smartest
of the three, screwed up?

That's what criminals do.

Or maybe he didn't.

The others attack strangers
who wronged their buddy,

but Tony raped the woman
who hurt him in high school.

So in the heat of the moment,

he wanted Carol to know
that it was him.

Some lawyers might consider
this harassment.

In case your client is interested,

Riley Porter took a deal for ten years.

Chris Carnasis took 12.

No comment.

Defense exhibit A. The perfect client.

Okay, so this has been fun.

But unless you have corroboration,

then you're wasting our time.

I'd like Tony to meet someone.

Say hello, Tony.

I don't know her.

It's Carol Solomon.

You two went to high school together.

There are a lot of people
in the school.

Remind him, Carol.
Remind him of the good times.

I can't. I'm sorry.

I've never seen him before in my life.

Well, that's... that's not
what your mom said, Tony.

You mom told us that Carol
was all you talked about.

In fact, she said that you two

- went to prom together.
- No.

- You're all the same.
- Hey, sit down, Tony.

That is it!

I don't know what you guys
are trying to pull here,

but we're done. Let's go.

Who are you?

Why did you do this to me?

Because you're ignorant, and shallow,

and you throw yourself at worthless men

like John Quinn.

- I loved John!
- No, no, no.

You're not entitled to love.

You're not entitled to anything.

- But you are.
- You're damn right I am!

Chad and Stacey, Stacey and Chad.

Winners of the genetic lottery
flaunting it to the rest of us.

- What, losers?
- Look at you. All of you!

You're all too obtuse
to see what's going on!

You have no idea.

Perfect people running around
Central Park,

picnics in Sheep's Meadow.

Always flaunting,

always having a wonderful time
while I was alone.

It's time you all learned your lesson!

- It's time we what, Tony?
- Do not answer that, Tony.

Do what, Tony?

- You don't know who I am!
- Hey, step back.

Step back. Don't do that again.

Well, I know you, Carol.

I know you used to live at
617 East 63rd, apartment 23B.

You and your perfect mom and dad.

I know you love Frozen
Hot Chocolate from Serendipity

and Sesame Chicken from Shun Lee.

- Your favorite movie is...
- Make him stop!

I'm not done! I'm not done!

All right, up against the wall now.

Don't make me say that again.

I know your old cell phone
number was 555-0179.

What?

Yeah.

You know how I know that?
You know how I know that?

Because I called it

and left a message asking you to prom!

But I guess your inner bitch took over!

You didn't even have
the decency to call me back!

Is that why you killed John?

Why should he have a life
when I had nothing?

So you raped Carol.

I took what was mine.

Turn around. Put your hands
behind your back.

We should talk.

Let's go.

You bastard!

I never got your voice mail.

Because that was never my phone number.

You called somebody else.

You stupid, evil bastard!

Let's go.

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