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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.

The constant, endless criticism...

I feel terrible about myself.

Martin, it's important to remember

that behind each of Connie's criticisms is an unspoken wish.

Connie, maybe you can tell Martin what those wishes are.

I wish I was enough.

Martin, try to be non-reactive.

I want to matter to you as much as you matter to me.

My whole life revolves around you.

- It always has. - Why do you push me away?

I need more space.

That's all.

Say it to Connie.

I need freedom, volition, agency.

For what?

To be happy.

Your happiness has always come first.

Then why do I feel like an eel flipping around the deck

of a boat, gasping for breath?

Well, that's hyperbolic, isn't it?

All I ask is for one night a week, just us.

But it's never one night, is it?

It's canasta before bed

followed by Fox News under a cotton duvet.

She gets mad if we don't commute to work together.

My life is an unending Mobius strip of violent closeness.

Are you going to let him talk to me like that?

You control everything, even these sessions.

It's called support.

I am asphyxiated by your support.

While gorging yourself on my money.

As an exercise, I'd like you both to switch roles.

Try to see what it feels like to be the other one.

No.

This view never gets old.

Oh, I can see the headline now.

Connie Parish shatters the glass ceiling.

I didn't shatter anything.

Simply built the higher ceiling.

Yeah, the first female developer to build

a hundred floors of luxury in Manhattan.

You realize what a goddamn icon she is, right?

She reminds me of it every day.

Martin...

I have matcha mouth.

Thank you. Eugene?

All right, so we are on completion schedule,

code compliant fire inspection signed.

And sales?

80% of units closed.

Check out the net total.

Oh, we're making history and money.

Care to christen a...

a room?

Which one's your favorite?

- I'm fond of the upstairs terrace. - Me, too.

Eugene and I will be a moment.

You're not the only one

who needs a little bit of freedom here.

Are you OK, Martin?

They're not exactly being subtle.

It's OK to be pissed.

If I get angry, she wins.

Wins what?

Battle of who can care less.

Self-medicating helps.

So would a lobotomy.

I can help with the former.

You want to come over for a glass or two of wine?

I like hanging out.

I really do, but...

You don't feel worthy?

I like your guidance.

I'm scheduling next week's stagings

for the D line units in the 20 building.

Let me just run some looks by you.

We'll keep it PG.

I can be free in an hour.

Martin, I'm going to run home and freshen up

before our dinner.

I can't meet you, not tonight.

Well, it's Friday night.

I made plans.

Plans? Martin.

With whom?

None of your business.

Well, I'm making dinner,

followed by cards and a bottle of wine.

You don't cancel on me.

I just did.

_

I like the color palette and the styling.

Question is, will Connie like it for the North River Suites?

Mm, predicting the whims of an overt narcissist...

is that really how you want to launch your career?

Her checks cash, don't they?

I'm tired. Do you have any coke?

Did you already finish the stuff I brought last time?

Here you go.

You can keep the rest.

It's nice of you to invite me over.

Honestly, it was just an excuse

to get you away from her.

I like that you want to protect me.

Makes me feel safe.

We both know this isn't smart.

You didn't seem to have a problem

the last dozen or so times.

A private eye came to see me.

One of Connie's flying monkeys.

What did you tell him?

Nothing. Chill.

But he did ask how often you come over here.

And now you don't want to do this?

Maybe it's for the best.

I mean, focusing on me like this, I can't say no.

Because of my relationship to Connie?

Because you're my boss, technically,

and it makes me unable to know whether I'm good at my job.

Martin, are you listening?

- Are you? - No, Martin.

- You don't say no to me! - Martin.

Stop, stop, stop!

Hello?

Am I too late to eat?

I made London Broil.

Left a plate warm for you in the oven.

What happened to you?

Mom, I need your help.

I hurt someone.

I took out all my anger. I...

Shh.

Mama's here. Mama's here. Mama's here.

I won't let anything happen to you.

Shh.

You know we have coffee here, right?

I just like things a certain way.

Yeah, starting to see that.

You want a donut?

Late night?

Brushing up for my Masters of Public Administration and Leadership.

The MPAL.

You really are going to run the city someday, huh?

For now, I just settle on running things by Benson.

How's your brother Teddy doing?

I kind of think he's seeing someone.

Oh, you think? You don't know?

Well, he knows what a bitch I am to the women he dates,

but the guy deserves it 'cause he's got the worst taste in women.

It's nice to see Muncy and Churlish talking.

Don't get excited. They're the only ones here.

Velasco's off, and Bruno just comes and goes.

Ah, is he still auditioning us?

Must be nice not to need a paycheck.

We're lucky to have him when we have him.

He's a good cop.

That kind of optimism should be a crime.

Ah, so arrest me.

Benson.

Uh-huh, and she's getting a kit done now?

I'll send somebody over to take her statement.

Yeah.

Well, that was Mercy Hospital.

Mona Stewart, 22,

raped last night by somebody she works with.

Who's the guy?

Martin Parish of Parish Enterprises.

The builder's son?

He's got money. We know that.

That explains how you got a direct call.

So who do I take, Muncy or Churlish?

How about we let them go alone together?

Could be a good bonding exercise.

_

I should have called 911 last night,

but Martin brought coke.

I did some. I didn't want to get in trouble.

You won't. That's not why we're here.

Can you tell us what happened?

He has these weird compulsory dinners with his mother.

He usually likes coming to my place after as some sort of refuge.

Was it a date?

We're colleagues.

I do interior design for the company.

I mean, we snuggle, sometimes watch a movie.

He's rich, but he doesn't have many friends.

Then what happened?

We had some wine, did some coke.

We were just hanging out.

Then he made a move.

And how did you respond?

- I tried to push him away. - And what did he do?

He got angry,

ripped my shirt,

bit my breasts hard,

then raped me.

I just laid there frozen.

It's called fawning.

It's OK. It's normal.

Did he say anything to you after?

He left.

I left a voicemail for my roommate.

He came home and saw the bite marks, freaked out.

That's when I called 911.

I was just going to forget about it,

but I'm no one's fawn.

I don't care if I lose my job.

I want this bastard charged with rape.

So we're looking at Martin Parish,

the only son of Connie and Peter Parish.

Peter Parish sold his side of the business,

ran off with the nanny years ago,

so Connie has been suing him for one thing or another ever since.

We know this family has lawyers on retainer.

What do we know about Mona Stewart?

- Mona's credible. - And resourceful.

She gave me and Muncy the wine glass Martin drank from.

The lab pulled DNA from her rape kit.

Great. We have an outcry witness?

Yeah. She called a roommate, Stanton Garber that night,

left a message, and then told him

- the whole story this morning. - Enough to arrest?

Yeah, it is, but if you do that,

Martin's just going to lawyer up.

So let's get his side first.

Mona went to the police?

That's crazy.

When I left, she was fine.

So you were at her apartment.

She was going over her designs for the D line at North River Suites.

- Nothing romantic? - Why? What is she saying?

Look, we're not HR, Mr. Parish,

so if you two had sex, that's... that's your business.

We, uh, cuddled.

Nothing more than that?

Before you answer that, you should know that

Mercy Hospital photographed quite a few bite marks,

so we did a rape kit.

We were high on cocaine.

It's an aggressive drug.

It's not the first time we've left bite marks on each other.

It's not the first time, OK,

but last night, she called the police.

Any idea why?

My mother was about to fire her.

She might have gotten wind.

This is all starting to make sense right now.

She was blackmailing you?

I never should have gone over there.

I knew it was a risk given her tenuous employment...

Martin, that's enough.

I'm Captain Benson. This is Sergeant Tutuola.

I take it you're Martin's mother.

I am. So what's this all about?

We got a complaint from one of your employees,

Mona Stewart.

Well, that wouldn't be the first time

a soon-to-be ex-employee tried to shake us down.

We found her story quite credible.

- She let me snuggle with her... - Shut up, Martin.

I appreciate you're doing your jobs,

but my son won't be answering any more questions without counsel.

I apologize, but you understand.

We understand very well.

We'll be in touch.

- Mommy was pissed. - Well, that's not anger, Fin.

That's jealousy.

So the Parishes lawyered up. No surprise there.

- Our witness is cooperating? - So far.

We have Martin's DNA on the rape kit,

her outcry to her roommate.

OK, what are you not telling me?

She admits to prior encounters.

Her kit shows alcohol and cocaine.

Which normally wouldn't matter,

but Connie Parish is trying to get in front of this,

claiming they were about to fire Mona.

Sorry to interrupt.

Mona. This is ADA Carisi.

How you doing? We're just going over your case.

Well, you can stop. I changed my mind.

- This wasn't really rape. - Hang on, Mona.

- Let's think about this. - No.

I'm just here because you won't stop calling.

I'm sorry.

Looks like Mommy protected her baby boy with a lot of zeroes.

Carisi, please tell me that we can make this case without her.

Maybe I can get an indictment,

but convincing a jury's something else.

So he's just going to get away with it?

We have the rape kit.

We have her outcry witness. That's probable cause.

It's enough to arrest him, if that'll make you feel better.

Oh, it will.

- Martin is sleeping. - That's OK.

We'll wake him up. We're here to arrest him.

It's good. We got it.

Oh, the TV's still on. He might be awake.

NYP...

What the hell is this?

We could ask you the same thing.

We're here to arrest your son, Mrs. Parish.

Stand up, hands behind your back.

Don't you touch him.

Do not move, or we will arrest you, too.

Martin.

OK. I'm calling my lawyer now.

That's a good idea because you're going to need one.

Dude had his head on Mommy's boobs?

Sure what it looked like.

Could explain his issues.

What, are you working for the defense now?

Excuse me, Captain Benson.

Can I help you?

Ron Cohen. I have a few questions.

You can call the NYPD press office.

But this is about Mona Stewart,

the young woman who's stalking Martin Parish,

- making false accusations. - And who hired you?

Connie Parish?

Do you know about Ms. Stewart's personal life,

- work performance? - Get the hell out of here, man.

Hey, this is an extortion plot.

Tell your employer, if she has questions,

she knows where I work.

The court accepts the defendant's plea of not guilty.

People on bail?

$1 million, Your Honor.

Mr. Parish has unlimited means,

including access to private jets.

We consider him to be a flight risk.

My client is willing to surrender his passport.

- Your Honor... - I'm granting ROR.

Keep your powder dry, Mr. Carisi.

Bailiff, next case.

I'll take what I have to the grand jury,

but I can't guarantee an indictment.

Pessimist.

Look, I have faith in you, Carisi.

I appreciate that, but I'd rather have

Mona's cooperation... at the very least,

that testimony from the outcry witness, Stanton Garber.

We're working on that. What else?

Just make sure that Martin doesn't get on a private jet,

fly to Moscow, and move in with Edward Snowden.

Was Carisi this cranky when he was a detective?

Yes.

Where are we with Mona's roommate?

I couldn't get a hold of him.

He moved out of Mona's rent-stabilized place

a few days after the rape.

All right, so he took a payoff, too.

I put Muncy and Churlish on the case.

Well, she looks fired up. You need me?

No. You secure the outcry witness.

I can handle the mother.

Captain Benson, a word?

Just us?

Where's your, uh, pit bull PI?

Well, as a mother, I'm sure you'll appreciate

how helpless you feel when you see your child in trouble.

Your son shouldn't have committed rape.

Sure about that?

I heard she changed her story.

Because you paid her.

I'm doing everything I can to protect my son...

like you'd do, what... what you have done.

That gang case?

So you follow the news.

I admire you, raising your son alone,

climbing the career ladder,

being mother and father at the same time.

Well, I guess we have that in common, don't we?

You know, when my husband ran off,

Martin was all I had.

So there was nothing that you wouldn't do

to protect your son, including bribing rape victims.

Well, sounds like you have an axe to grind

with people who have money.

With people who abuse their privilege?

Yes.

You've had a rough few months.

The DOJ called in to clean up SVU...

that must have been really embarrassing.

Yeah, that wasn't my squad.

Maybe not, but you are at the end of your career.

You can't afford to look like you're slipping.

You're sacrificing my son to keep your reputation intact.

So your son is a rapist,

and no matter how much you're willing to spend,

that will never change.

I'll do what I have to, just like you did.

Do you honestly think you're the only mother

who would do everything in her power to keep her child safe?

I didn't break the law.

But we both know you would have,

so please, let's not disrespect each other

by pretending otherwise.

Captain.

Yeah, we're waiting, Sarge.

We won't leave until he shows.

Copy.

And far as I can tell, Martin's never had a serious girlfriend.

Yeah, 'cause he's got his mom.

There he is, Mona's ex-roommate.

Somebody going shopping.

I can't even pronounce half these brand names.

Don't look at me. Stanton Garber?

I told you guys I don't know anything

about what happened to Mona.

And we're telling you you're lying.

Mona told me she was lying.

She changed her mind

after she got a payout from the Parishes.

I'm guessing you did, too.

One-bedroom condos in this building start at a million.

And that's the real crime.

We pull your phone records, we can prove

that Mona called you that night.

We can also get a search warrant for your phone

to retrieve her message.

I don't like being harassed.

How about arrested?

Interfering with a police investigation.

- Obstruction. - Perjury.

And fair warning, even the cheap lawyers

will go through that payout faster

than you can file bankruptcy.

Stanton, call me back.

I can't believe this.

Martin just attacked me.

He bit me. He raped me.

Can you please come home?

That is a message that Mona left for her roommate

- the night of the assault. - Uncorroborated.

That's inadmissible.

Well, her roommate will testify at the grand jury and at trial.

We'll get a hearsay exception for the message.

It's an excited utterance.

Mona made this whole thing up to blackmail me.

We already know she's not testifying.

I can compel her.

She'll be a hostile witness, but the jury

will hear her voice testifying that that message is from her.

You don't want to go to trial.

Maybe you're right about that,

so let's start clean.

I'm not pleading guilty to anything.

Martin, take a timeout.

My mother says that the only reason you're coming after me

is because of our family name.

Hey, Martin,

we're going after you because you're a rapist,

and for the first time in your life,

your mother can't help you.

How is this possible?

I could go to jail if I don't testify?

If you don't comply with the subpoena.

But believe me, our captain doesn't like

threatening victims with contempt.

So I have an idea. Don't.

You were raped, Mona.

That kind of trauma doesn't go away

by moving into a bigger apartment.

Tell your story on the stand.

Take ownership of what happened to you.

So this is you guys worried about me?

I'm doing just fine.

And when the money runs out?

You had a job you were proud of.

You have a lot to live for.

Don't let what this guy did to you make you lose self-respect.

It's not worth it.

Connie Parish is never going to let

her "widdle baby boy" go to prison.

You guys are deluded if you think you could win.

So if Mona doesn't want to pursue

and she's incentivized to turn the other way,

this feels like a non-starter.

We're police officers.

Yeah, I'm just trying to see both sides.

Like you did with Velasco?

Churlish, life isn't pass-fail.

We just got a call from Mona's building.

Her new super found her body. She's dead.

I was trying to let some delivery guys in,

used my key, found her lying on the floor.

What are we looking at?

We did CPR, took a shot at Narcan,

but she was already gone.

OD?

Whole world is laced with fentanyl these days.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

The night before the grand jury,

and Mona just happens to overdose?

We'll get an autopsy and a forensic analysis on the drugs.

And bring Martin in for questioning.

We found cocaine in her system

but not enough for an overdose.

Any fentanyl in it?

Trace amounts, not nearly enough to kill her.

So what did?

X-rays we took show some type of prolonged microscopic scarring.

That's not from the cocaine.

If I didn't know whose lungs I was looking at,

I'd say she was at ground zero during 9/11.

Well, she's too young for that.

She suffered a fatal pulmonary insult.

Couldn't get oxygen into her bloodstream.

So she suffocated from the inside out?

- How? - Nothing on the tox screen.

I can dissect the lung and order some tests.

For now, if I had to guess cause of death,

it's looking like asphyxia.

We just don't know from what.

So what do we know?

Well, Mona was about to go to the grand jury,

and now she's been silenced for good.

Maybe Connie's getting desperate.

Maybe she poisoned Mona somehow.

Well, according to the medical examiner,

whatever killed her sure took the scenic route.

Unless the whole point of this was torture.

Well, who would want to torture Mona?

Connie was jealous of Mona.

I mean, she treats her son like he's some kind of boyfriend.

It wouldn't be the first time somebody got poisoned for cheating.

All right, Churlish, Muncy,

where did Mona say she got the coke?

She said Martin brought it over.

If it was laced with something,

maybe he's getting infected, too.

Let's see if we can talk to him.

What is this?

This is a scan of Mona's lungs.

What the hell does this prove?

Nothing.

It proves she was murdered last night.

- Well, that's good news. - Is it?

We'll be filing a motion to dismiss the rape charges.

Who would do such a thing?

We were hoping you could tell us.

You two did cocaine together?

Yeah, but not last night.

Evidently, whatever killed her is pretty slow acting.

When did you two start hanging out and doing coke together?

Right after she started the job.

Six months ago?

About that, but she did way more than I did.

Martin, any chance your mother knew

you and Mona were snuggle buddies?

Oh, God. Mona did mention a private eye.

How long have you been using that inhaler?

A few months.

You might want to get an X-ray of your lungs.

What the hell is going on?

Well, in case you haven't noticed,

we're trying to keep your client alive.

OK, OK, uh, can you drive me to a hospital?

First, we're going to need the name of your coke dealer.

This is a scan of Martin's lungs.

That looks familiar.

Same type of scars as Mona's lungs.

Yeah, it's not a coincidence.

Did Martin say where he got the cocaine from?

Well, here's where it gets stranger.

He says he got it from his mother's middle-aged guy Friday,

who lives out near her property in Long Island.

- Henry Caputo. - Caputo?

This guy got a record, mob connections?

Well, it's not as stereotypical as it sounds

coming from you, Carisi.

Let's just say a little of both.

Well, it turns out that the world of construction

in New York is as shady as we all thought.

I get why Connie might want to slowly poison Mona,

but her own son?

Maybe she wants to keep him helpless.

I mean, Munchausen by proxy is a thing.

The guy takes care of the one property she owns in Long Island,

makes about half a mil a year doing that.

Half a million dollars? That sounds like payola to me.

So can we get a warrant for the property?

Hey, you can't just come in here.

Actually, we can. We have a warrant.

I got to call Mrs. Parish.

Please do.

She's very particular about this place.

Yeah, I can see that.

This is the first model home her father built when she was a kid.

This is like a shrine to her father?

She comes here sometimes to be close to him.

What we want to know is where you got the cocaine

you gave to Martin and Mona.

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

Detectives, found something.

Dog alerted us to the cocaine stash in the freezer.

Any poison?

A bucket of industrial abrasive.

Looks an awful lot like cocaine to me.

Industrial abrasive... that'll do a job on your lungs.

Bag it all.

That's been sitting there for years.

Well, you're coming with us. Call Carisi.

Get a warrant for Connie's arrest.

That's my stash of cocaine you found.

- For personal use? - That's right.

The ME told us that last batch that Mona got

was mostly industrial abrasive.

You want to tell us how that got mixed into it?

I should go to the hospital or something?

Maybe it's in my lungs.

- I had a cough lately. - Nice try.

You think I mixed it in?

Why would I poison myself?

What I want to know is what's your relationship to Connie.

I work for her, do odd jobs.

- Whatever she tells you to do? - That's right.

That's what she pays me for... hard work.

Sex?

And discretion.

Well, if we can prove that Mona and Martin

got that cocaine from you,

you're looking down the barrel at murder.

I think I need a lawyer now.

He's not as dumb as he looks.

If you think Connie's going to get you a lawyer,

she's already paying for a few.

My client has absolutely nothing to do with any drugs.

So you had nothing to do with murdering

a woman who was about to testify

against your rapist son?

Who you also tried the poison.

No. Now why would I do that?

- I'm horrified. - Mm.

Now I thought I knew Henry.

He's like a second son to me.

Maybe Henry was jealous of Martin,

or Martin was jealous of Henry.

Oh, so this is just a cocaine and Abel story, huh?

This is not about Martin. This is not about Henry.

The real jealousy here is your jealousy,

your jealousy for Mona.

Oh, please, why would I be jealous

of a 22-year-old interior decorator with horrible taste?

Horrible taste?

She had a taste for your son,

until, of course, he raped her.

That is an unsubstantiated, uncorroborated,

and unacceptably false accusation.

You'll never make a case for rape.

Maybe not, but I can definitely

make a case for murder against your client.

I had nothing to do with that poor girl's horrible death.

- Connie. - Please.

Now, my son did that cocaine.

Are you saying that I poisoned him as well?

That's exactly what we're saying.

Why would I do that?

Have you ever heard the phrase "devouring mother"?

You're so afraid to lose control

over Martin that you were willing to risk

crippling him, or even worse.

Somebody in the grave can't leave you,

and you always know where he is.

My mother loves me.

She'd never let anything happen to me.

In fact, it's just the opposite.

Have you ever heard the saying

"a spoonful of industrial abrasive

helps the medicine go down"?

- No. - Neither have we.

You're a smart guy.

You saw your lung scan, your asthma.

So I did a little too much coke.

Keep your mouth shut. This isn't a coffee klatsch.

We're here because of a cocaine charge?

No, the coke was doctored on your mother's orders, huh,

to teach you a lesson and to kill Mona.

She'd never do that.

The ME dissected Mona's lungs.

He found the same exact substance

as we found in the cocaine on your mother's property.

That's all Henry.

Well, Henry didn't have a reason to teach you a lesson,

but your mom did.

Why?

Because she wanted to keep you bubble wrapped

all for herself,

to infantilize you so you'd always need her.

It worked.

I do need her.

Your mother may be going down for murder.

Only if Henry turns against her.

Or you do, Martin.

I want to entertain what they're saying.

No.

That's never going to happen.

- It can't. - Why not?

You don't understand.

I've already lost my father.

If I lose my mother, too, I'll...

I'll be an orphan.

So this caretaker, Henry...

he won't turn against Connie.

He lawyered up and shut up.

He's in holding.

Oh, it's hard to get a guy to solve a problem

that his paycheck relies on.

Look, what about Martin?

Is he actually that blind to his own mother's complicity?

He might be 32, but he's like a little boy.

Yeah, he's been stunted.

OK, well, I cannot bring a murder case

without any corroborating witnesses.

She's got plausible deniability.

I know that she kept him in the nest,

but it seems like the rest of the family wanted to run.

Her father's dead. The ex-husband is in the wind.

Martin did say he's afraid of being alone.

If that is the only thing that's keeping him

from testifying, then maybe his father

can talk some sense into him.

We'll track him down.

You know, I hope there's one person

in this young man's life who actually

wants the best for him.

Just a reminder, Liv, Martin is a rapist.

I'm not making excuses for him,

but Carisi, he is also a victim.

And if we want him to flip,

then we need to treat him like one.

Peter Parish is here already?

That was fast.

He took a red-eye from the Azores.

So he really does care about his son, huh?

He wasn't surprised to hear his

ex-wife was a murder suspect.

OK, and that's the current Mrs. Parish?

That's Bianca, their former nanny,

with their baby daughter.

- And we sent Connie home? - With Martin.

We didn't have enough to hold either of them.

Well, it's a damn shame. She's missing this.

Uh, invite Martin and Connie back.

- All right, Muncy, will you? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I got you. - Thanks.

You ready?

Mr. Parish, thank you for coming in so quickly.

I was hoping that my son would be here.

Well, he's on his way. I'm ADA Carisi.

We got a few questions for you, if you don't mind.

Sure.

So I'm going to jump right in.

Can you tell us why you left your family?

Uh, well,

Connie tried to murder me.

What happened?

She was putting industrial-grade abrasives into my smoothies.

I started to have digestive problems

and internal bleeding.

I was slowly dying, and Bianca put two and two together.

I... I didn't just run away with her because she's the nanny.

She saved my life.

You have any idea why your wife would want to poison you?

Any idea? I know absolutely why.

Martin was 12, and by then,

I was already cheating on Connie.

And she sought comfort in the wrong place.

She was... I don't know how to say this.

She was nestled up with Martin.

I caught them in bed together.

I think she was breastfeeding him.

- Did you confront her? - Of course.

She begged me not to talk to Martin about it,

and she swore that it would stop.

- But it didn't. - I don't know.

I hoped so.

I had moved out to the guest house

to try to figure out my next move,

and then a few days later,

I noticed the decline in my health.

Then you left with the nanny.

Yeah, I couldn't stay.

But you left Martin with her.

I thought I was doing the right thing at the time.

And I had asked him to move to the Azores with us, and he said no.

But you didn't call child services?

I didn't want him to end up in foster care.

A dysfunctional mother is better than no mother.

OK, look, whatever you think of me,

I love my son.

Oh, Dad, I missed you so much.

Oh, I missed you, too.

What Mom did, I had nothing to do with that.

I made a mistake, and I deserve to be punished.

But I can't do it alone.

Don't worry. I'm here for you.

Peter?

You think you can just waltz back into our lives

and steal my baby away from me?

I'm never going to let that happen.

It'll be hard to stop from a prison cell, Connie.

I had nothing to do with killing that girl.

No, but you tried to kill me.

That plan didn't work out so well, did it?

Oh, there she is.

You steal my husband, and now you're laughing at me, you little bitch?

Mom, stop it. Leave her alone.

- Martin... - Leave me alone.

- You don't mean that. - I do.

Mrs. Parish, let's step into my office.

Not without me.

I don't need you.

I don't need anyone,

not even you, Martin!

All right, let's go.

Let's go.

Hey, bud, come here.

Well, congratulations, Captain.

You've managed to turn my son against me.

You call this police work?

You just don't get it, do you?

Your son's a rapist.

OK, I don't want to keep hearing that.

I raised a good boy.

No, you raised a son who is still a little boy

who is afraid of displeasing you,

so he does everything that you tell him to do.

You've crippled him, and that is not parenting.

Parenting?

I had no parenting. I parented myself.

That house you went to, that was my father's real child,

and I swore I would never let that happen to my son.

I'm a tough woman, and I'm a tough mother

because I want what's best for Martin,

because my career

wasn't the most important thing in my life.

He was.

He needed me.

Maybe when he was little, but you never let him grow up.

He wasn't ready.

Is that what you tell yourself?

No, Connie, you see,

you needed him, and you used him.

He loves me, and I love him.

That's not love.

That's not mothering.

That's narcissism.

OK, that's enough.

I know that your husband wasn't perfect,

and misguided as it was,

he did what he thought was right.

But now, he's putting Martin first.

That's love, Connie.

That's love.

We just made a deal.

Connie took a plea to manslaughter.

She didn't want Martin to have to get on the stand

and testify against her.

No, she knew if she was found guilty at trial

that she'd do double the sentence.

- Oh, spoken like a true pessimist. - I'm not a pessimist.

I'm a realist, and I just know how sociopaths work.

Connie Parish has a...

has a pathology where a personality should be.

Eh, neglect will do that to you, huh?

What about Martin? The guy's still a rapist.

Yeah, his father says that he'll stick by him

as long as he confesses to Mona's rape.

He's going to confess? So he'll do time.

It's not a happy ending, but it's an ending nonetheless.

Oh, look who's a pessimist now.

You headed home?

Yeah, you know, it's just been one of those days.

The only sane way to deal with it is a nice glass of Cabernet.

I'm thinking more like a hug from my son.

Good night, Benson.

Good night, Carisi.

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