08x05 - Confrontation

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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.

So sweet.

Get on your knees.

I'll see you soon.

It's Stabler.

That same bastard just r*ped me again.

Elizabeth?

He said he would be back and I believe him.

He's headed towards canal.

Listen to me. Do not follow him.

Call 911 and wait for me.

No! He'll just keep coming back!

He just crossed Beach.

Elizabeth!

This is detective Stabler, Manhattan SVU, shield number 6313.

Dani Beck.

Where are you?

Elizabeth Hassenback was r*ped.

We got a repeater.

Look, I'm at least a 5-hour drive away.

Where do I meet you, hospital or crime scene?

Try the morgue.

Law & Order SVU8x05. Confrontation

Original air date: 2006/10/17

Elizabeth Hassenback, 30-year-old white female, r*ped 17 days ago.

r*pe kit came up negative for semen.

The r*pist came back for more?

Yeah, and then some.

The bruising around her neck matches the impact baton.

That's what happens when civilians take matters into their own hands.

Blaming the victim's not usually your style, Elliot.

The baton belongs to the victim.

She was following him.

He must have known it, doubled back around, snatched the baton and choked her out.

I don't think so.

She didn't suffocate.

There are no petechiae.

But there are several cranial injuries.

COD is probably blunt force trauma, but I won't know for sure until I pop her skullcap.

It didn't take her long to get back to her routine.

Calling the r*pe crisis center, going to meetings, all she kept saying was she wanted her life back.

She didn't want to be a victim.

Who does?

APARTMENT OF ELIZABETH HASSENBACK

48 BROOME STREET TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 19

I didn't find any fingerprints on the doorknob.

No fluids, one hair, no epithelials, but we still have to vacuum and sift.

From the tracks on the carpet, I'd say he b*at you to it.

Just like last time.

He took the bedding, emptied the trash.

This guy knows what he's doing.

Triple deadbolts on the front door.

He had to smash the window to get in.

The sound of breaking glass should have woken her up even before he got inside.

Unless she was out cold.

A lot of r*pe victims need to take something to sleep.

We found the usual over-the-counter meds and a well-stocked liquor cabinet.

Tox screen will tell us what she took.

The victim's description of our perp.

White male, 5'11" to just over 6 feet, 180 pounds, brown eyes, brown hair, no visible scars or tattoos.

Well, that should narrow down the suspect pool.

Sorry I'm late.

He held a Kn*fe to the victim's throat.

He talked to her.

He wanted to know how she liked to be touched.

A power reassurance r*pist.

Foreplay was rough and prolonged.

Most of the details were pretty clear.

She walked me through it for over an hour.

No breaks, no tears.

I don't remember how many times he r*ped me.

Maybe five.

How long was he with you?

36 hours and 27 minutes.

Liz, you did very well.

You did. You survived.

Did I?

Did he wear latex?

No.

He finally tried to force her to urinate into a cup.

And when she couldn't... he sliced her face.

Fear is a great motivator.

I finally squatted and gave it up.

What did he do with it?

I don't know.

I didn't want to see.

What happened after that?

He made me get in the tub and he scrubbed me raw, inside and out.

And he threatened me.

And then he left.

What'd he say?

That he would see me later.

The suspect may have a uresis paraphelia called urolagnia.

You're saying he drank her urine?

Given his behavior, it's a strong possibility.

It just doesn't make any sense.

Why risk staying to clean her up instead of wearing a condom?

He had plenty of time to play.

He knew her habits and her routine.

He just took total control, even over her bladder.

Like he's playing god.

More like the way you treat a dog.

He's an alpha male, making her completely dependent, which is why he targeted the same woman twice.

It's rare.

Which takes practice.

There's no way this guy's a first-timer.

Well, we'll check 61s and Vicaps, see if there are similar M.O.s.

Check the other borough 61s and see if this guy has moved around.

Vicap is coming up empty. You?

Got one in Park slope.

Suspect and M.O. descriptions match.

Beck.

No, I won't accept the charges.

These phone calls just started coming in from Attica.

Someone you collared?

One of my husband's K*llers.

I didn't know your husband, but I heard he was a straight sh**t.

Two 15-year-olds got pulled over in a stolen car.

One of them had a bench warrant, so... he was on the run.

I was sitting in our favorite restaurant, waiting and fuming.

They sh*t Mike in the head.

By the time I got home, I was ready to light him up, but then I, uh... saw the brass at the door.

He was dead, sh*t by two morons who didn't even have the sense to ditch the g*n.

Did they get life?

The sh**t just d*ed in a prison fight.

So you won't talk to him on the phone, but you'll drive up to Attica and have a face-to-face with him?

I went to see the cop k*ller's dead body.

Dani, I understand you need closure, but that's not the way to get it.

Here's another one.

Celeste Mott, 27, lives in Queens.

Gina Maylor, 32, lives in Brooklyn.

All right, well, let's see if their stories match, huh?

APARTMENT OF GINA MAYLOR BROOKLYN, NEW YORK TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 19

He offered to help with my groceries, but I said no.

I kept saying no, but he insisted.

He was good-looking and friendly.

He said I was used to being the boss, but it was okay to accept help every now and then.

Do you think he could have been watching me?

It's possible.

Do you remember what happened next?

He pulled a Kn*fe at my door.

He stayed for two days.

48 hours of hell.

He made me pee in a cup.

When he put me in the tub, I thought he was gonna k*ll me, but he... bathed, douched and humiliated me instead.

Before he left, he said he'd see me around.

What'd he do with the urine?

He took it with him.

He... he r*ped me again ten days later.

I woke up with him sitting on my chest and a Kn*fe to my throat.

How'd he get in?

I didn't notice the broken bedroom window till after he left.

You didn't hear it break?

Were you taking any medication?

Did you have too much to drink?

You think I made it up, too?

You mean the police didn't believe you?

No, the detective said my story didn't make sense.

He said...

"rapists don't strike the same victim twice."

He thought I was lying.

He made me...

Feel r*ped all over again.

That's why I didn't even bother to report the third r*pe.

What's the point?

I took Gina Maylor through her statement many times.

Not only was her story unsupported by evidence, she kept changing her story.

Right, but you know r*pe victims can't remember everything at once.

Did you take her to the hospital?

The r*pe kit showed recent sexual activity but negative for semen.

Well, what about the broken window?

The lab said the glass was broken from inside the apartment.

You think she broke it herself.

You met her.

The woman's holding on by a thread.

The woman was r*ped.

How many r*pe collars you handle a year?

Several hundred.

How many of them att*ck the same woman twice?

That's what I thought.

Well, I've got a victim in the morgue who was r*ped twice by the same guy.

Gina Maylor was att*cked not twice, but three times, and didn't report it because she knew you wouldn't believe her.

I got a mother who cooked her baby in the microwave.

A five-year-old whose uncle can't keep his hands to himself, an 18-year-old college-bound student who tried to break up with her boyfriend.

She got acid b*rned and sodomized in retaliation.

I got real victims to hand-hold and walk through the system.

You buy Maylor's story, you're welcome to the file, but don't ever tell me how to do my job.

The guy's teflon.

Pass the buck, dodge the blame.

I don't know, Elliot.

Geiger handled that second r*pe by the book.

I can see why he's skeptical.

Why break a window if you're inside?

How many we up to?

Four victims.

White female, under 40, r*ped at home.

Elizabeth Hassenback was r*ped twice, Gina Maylor three times.

Celeste Mott, twice as far as we know.

We talk to her yet?

Nope. She's in the wind.

Moved from her last known address, left no forwarding.

Running may be their only option.

Probably.

I compared the sexual as*ault dates and put them on a calendar.

They average 17 to 23 days apart.

What about the last victim?

Megan Carlisle, 32, r*ped once about five months ago.

But that doesn't fit the pattern.

According to this timeline, she should have been assaulted three times since the first r*pe.

Did she move?

No.

Maybe it's not the same guy.

The Carlisle statement is exactly the same as the other, including the urine sample.

Then she was r*ped again, she just didn't report it.

Go talk to her, but go easy.

These women have been through enough already.

APARTMENT OF BARRY AND MEGAN CARLISLE

218 EAST 28TH STREET WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 20

Hi, Mrs. Carlisle.

I'm detective Stabler.

My partner, detective Beck, SVU.

It's Megan.

Did you catch him?

No, not yet.

May we come in?

Honey?

Detectives Beck and Stabler.

Barry Carlisle. What's this about?

Your wife's att*ck.

We've been through all that.

We have some new leads we'd like to talk to your wife about.

When are you due?

About five and a half months.

We're really nervous that something might go wrong.

This is our first baby.

It took a lot to get pregnant.

Months of fertility dr*gs, doctor visits, rearranging my schedule since I travel a lot.

Must've been expensive.

How long have you been trying?

Almost a year, but it's worth it.

Of course it is.

You're what, 16 to 18 weeks, give or take two, is that correct?

Can we do this another time?

My wife should rest.

We understand. We just have one problem.

The man we believe who att*cked you, he comes back and r*pes his victims again. Except for you.

It seems he left Mrs. Carlisle alone.

Megan, if he att*cked you again, you have to tell us.

What?

You're crazy if you think she would hide something like that.

Sometimes it's difficult for victims to come forward.

If it happens to them once, they're traumatized.

Twice, and they're convinced it's their fault.

I'm pregnant, fat, and unattractive.

I'm sure it turned him off.

r*pe isn't about sex.

It's about power and rage.

He r*ped you almost five months ago.

According to the pattern, he should have assaulted you again right around the time you conceived.

But he didn't.

Get out now.

Very good.

Thank you for your time.

I apologize if we upset you.

You have something to say?

Like what?

The usual.

I'm too hard on the victims.

I lack social grace.

True, but no.

Megan Carlisle was lying in there.

Even money says that baby is not her husband's.

She's deluded.

Or she wants a baby so badly, she's willing to protect the perp.

Right, well, either way, it's a delicate situation.

Having a baby by a r*pist isn't something you hide from your husband.

Tell me that's not twisted.

My old partner's a child of r*pe.

Different era.

There's no abortions, no options.

You're saying it was easy for Olivia's mom?

I'm saying decisions are simple when you have no choice.

Since we don't have any forensic evidence, if the r*pist is the sperm donor, we've finally got his DNA.

Megan Carlisle was att*cked the third week of June.

If the r*pist went back 17 to 23 days later, the second r*pe would've occurred mid to late July.

Well, without her full cooperation, you will not be able to prove it.

Look, we can't assume that he uses the same timeline for all of them.

Gina Maylor's second r*pe happened ten days later.

That's why I think the suspect's timeline was created from the victims' menstruation cycles.

Are you saying he wants to impregnate them?

According to victims' statements, he only collects the urine once.

He's not drinking it, he's testing it.

He's using the urine to establish ovulation.

You can get a luteinizing hormone test over-the-counter at any drugstore.

What kind of a man r*pes a woman to have kids?

Females are not the only ones who have a biological drive to procreate.

A fatal illness or even narcissism could be fueling his compulsions.

But you've got birth control, the day-after pills on the market.

It doesn't make sense.

This guy spends enough time with his victims to know what's in their medicine cabinets.

And the morning-after pill has a 72-hour limit.

Which would explain why the perp stays with his victims.

He's waiting for his sperm to swim upstream.

Then he gives them a thorough scrubbing to make sure we don't catch any strays with a r*pe kit.

Because we didn't look deep enough.

Reproductive tissue resection is not standard autopsy protocol.

I'll call Warner, have her check our m*rder victim's plumbing.

We found glass in the alley underneath the m*rder victim's bedroom window.

Besides the sick bastard, the victims have something else in common.

The apartment buildings are all managed by the same company.

A set of master keys would give him access to any unit, no matter how many deadbolts they have.

Find out how many people have access to those keys.

ENSOR PROPERTY MANAGEMENT

90 EAST 4TH STREET WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 20

We have 500 employees.

We're one of the largest property management companies in the city.

How many of them have access to master keys?

Well, property managers, building managers, maintenance, totals 138.

140, Steve.

I mean, including you and me.

This is my office manager, Luke Dixon.

He'll give you everything you need.

So, if there's nothing else...

Actually, you could tell us if these addresses have anything in common.

Right off the bat, one property manager.

He's a real jackass gunning for my job, but r*pe and m*rder...

What's his name?

Ted Wilmington.

Where can we find him?

He's looking over a new property.

I'll get you the address.

I'm telling you, you got the wrong guy.

Four r*pes and a homicide in your buildings makes me think we don't.

Over a hundred people have access to master keys.

Well, then somebody's out to frame you.

You got any enemies, Ted?

A few.

No one has to like me.

They just have to do what I say.

Look, fellas, this is simple.

I didn't r*pe anyone.

I don't need to.

You get a lot of action, Ted?

More than I can handle.

It seems to me a guy like you would get bored if it's too easy.

I do like the chase.

Go after them hard, wear them down.

Women don't like you, do they?

So what?

I'm not relationship material.

I take what I want and move on.

You take?

That sounds like r*pe to me.

You're just trying to twist my words, and I'm being cooperative.

Let's hope you stay that way.

Give us a hair sample and you can go home.

Doesn't sound fun.

Do I need a lawyer?

What's all that?

Personnel files from the property management company.

Since Wilmington isn't our guy, we gotta do backgrounds on the 139 employees with access to master keys.

Sounds like a party.

You're welcome to join us.

I'll pass, thanks.

Warner called.

We can't get DNA from Liz's body since they already released it to the family.

They cremated her yesterday.

Great.

What do you see?

I see a dwindling pool of victims which is gonna force him to go out on the hunt if he hasn't already.

One's dead, one moved, two remain.

Megan Carlisle's pregnant.

Which leaves Gina Maylor.

Now, he chose her for a specific reason, so if she's still around, he's gonna hit her again.

Okay, she was att*cked twice in July, once on the 19th and the 30th.

He came back then because the urine test told him that she was ovulating.

Right. Then... on August 18th, he stays for two days, r*pes her repeatedly.

He'll target her again.

He's got to hit her the next day or two.

If the r*pist works for the property management company, he knows we're closing in.

I don't see him attacking Gina Maylor again.

He has no choice.

It's not rational, it's a compulsion.

He knows we have a lot of suspects left to comb through. That takes time.

What he doesn't know is we've figured out his r*pe timeline.

Well, how do you want to play this one out?

Put Gina in a safe house and use a decoy.

Set it up.

APARTMENT OF GINA MAYLOR BROOKLYN, NEW YORK THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 21

What if he's watching now?

If you don't catch him, what do you think he'll do to me after you're gone?

We have plain clothes officers doing a sweep, and you'll be at a safe house.

I can't guarantee that we'll catch him, but you'll have protection.

For how long?

Until you take your life back.

That's easy for you to say.

I have every right to be afraid.

He's r*ped me three times.

And we're trying to stop him from doing it again.

Or have you given up?

You think I like it?

I think you can't sit in this apartment waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I think you need to remember what kind of woman you are.

And get pissed off.

Or you're gonna be a victim for the rest of your life.

I guess I better go pack a few things.

When are you gonna get it?

I didn't say anything she didn't need to hear.

You're not qualified to be her counselor.

And I'll tell you another thing.

You don't belong in this unit.

Yeah, well, maybe you've been in this unit a little too long.

Really?

Yeah, really.

These victims don't need your broad shoulders to cry on.

They need information.

Once r*ped, a woman is seven times more likely to be r*ped again.

Could that have something to do with their behavior?

Right now, you're proving my point by blaming the victim.

I am not blaming them.

All I'm saying is, women need to be better prepared.

Be aware of their surroundings.

Watch where they park.

And look at any strange guy's approach with caution and suspicion.

That's fear.

No, that's survival.

Predators use psychology just like you and me.

And last time I checked, they outnumbered us.

This is patrol officer Randa Lewis of the 27.

Detectives Stabler and Beck.

Do I pass?

From a distance, you'll do.

What's the plan?

Run a few errands, show your face around the block, and then stay in the apartment.

Detective Beck'll have your back on the outside.

We've got every room wired on the inside.

So you're pretty well-covered.

Any questions?

Shall we?

Sure.

Thanks for your time.

We'll be in touch.

From now on, I wanna be known as the intrepid detective Munch.

Not the word I had in mind.

What's up with Luke Dixon?

The office manager has a degree in microbiology from Columbia.

Ordering office supplies for a property management company is a pretty long fall.

That's why I called his last employer.

He used to work for a biomedical firm until they fired him for sexual misconduct.

Their final parting gift?

Bad references to future employers.

He can't get a new gig in his field, so he r*pes women to get even.

With his access to master keys, we've got plenty of PC for a warrant.

Better call Craig and let him know we might've found our squirrel.

She's heading in to home base.

Munch and Fin ID'd a possible suspect.

Office manager Luke Dixon.

We put out a citywide, he's disappeared.

Got a photo of this guy?

It's on its way.

APARTMENT OF LUKE DIXON

116 ORCHARD STREET THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 21

Dixon's a neat freak.

Among other things.

Are those ovulation kit?

There's gotta be 50 boxes here.

Why isn't that sofa against the wall?

That's wasting space.

Not if you got something to hide.

Whoa.

Victims' initials, ovulation dates, r*pe dates. It's all here.

We only know about five victims.

So who the hell do the rest of these initials belong to?

Police!

Dani, what's your 20?

Dani?

She's not responding.

Stay down!

Enough, enough!

Kn*fe's over there.

You okay?

I was gonna k*ll him.

b*ating up a suspect that was wanted for questioning was Bush league, detective.

He brandished a w*apon.

I had no choice.

He's claiming self-defense.

He says that you never identified yourself and that he never saw a badge.

He's a criminal.

That's what they do.

Unless they're justified.

What's your problem?

It's you.

Your jacket has more than a few excessive force complaints.

And if IAB finds there's any merit to Dixon's story, you're a liability I just won't tolerate.

I don't know if I can do this.

They can't see you.

So just take your time.

I don't wanna look.

Okay, we're done here.

Not yet.

This is your last chance.

You can either let your r*pist walk, or you can step up and confront him.

That means a trial telling the whole world every disgusting thing he made me do.

How much of me does he get to take?

Nothing.

A trial means you get to take your life back.

Number four.

Megan, are you ready?

My client's injuries are extensive.

I'll be sure to include photographs in defense exhibits.

Unless you plead out.

Mr. Dixon, do you have access to master keys?

Yes.

But so do a lot of other people.

They don't have ovulation kits and a r*pe calendar.

Don't say anything.

I want to explain.

I'm conducting an experiment, checking the effectiveness of hormone tests.

By raping women to impregnate them?

The date and initials on your calendar?

They match our victims' statements.

It's a coincidence.

Every set of initials belongs to volunteers from my work.

I'm a scientist.

You're an office manager.

You were fired from being a scientist.

It's a misunderstanding.

Most female scientists are unattractive.

You show them the slightest bit of attention, they cry wolf.

Wolves are predators, Mr. Dixon.

A r*pe victim just identified you as her attacker.

She's mistaken.

I'm sure the DNA will exonerate me.

I'll volunteer a buccal swab if you'd like.

Counselor, is something wrong?

Yeah, pretrial hearing's about to start, and Gina Maylor's a no-show.

Without her testimony, Luke Dixon walks.

Maybe she's running late.

No, she's not answering her home or her cell.

We're on it.

Water was leaking into the downstairs apartment.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Was there a note?

No.

I should've seen this coming.

I pushed Gina too hard.

It's not your fault.

I'm not so sure.

Luke Dixon is a r*pist and a m*rder*r.

Remember that.

Now how do we get him?

I can ask for a Sirois hearing.

Try and get Gina Maylor's statement into evidence, but it's a long sh*t.

I'll have to prove that Luke Dixon was directly responsible for her su1c1de.

Okay.

How about Megan Carlisle?

She couldn't positively id Dixon as a r*pist.

She's lying.

Dixon fathered her child.

The r*pe calendar proves that he att*cked her twice.

To get an amniotic sample, I'll have to charge a r*pe victim with obstruction and perjury.

We don't have any choice.

There are 15 other names on that calendar.

We can't let Dixon walk.

I'm just not sure he's the man who r*ped me.

I have to be positive, don't I?

Absolutely.

You were r*ped on May 21.

You were assaulted again on June 17.

No, I wasn't r*ped twice!

This is a copy of a calendar that was taken from the suspect's apartment.

Two dates, June 17 and July 11 under your initials, M.C.

Since Megan couldn't identify her r*pist, isn't it more likely that these initials belong to another woman?

Or your client is obstructing justice because she was impregnated by a r*pist.

That's obscene.

My wife wouldn't let that bastard's child grow inside her.

Then provide amniotic fluid for paternity testing.

Megan was r*ped.

Now you're treating her like a criminal.

What kind of people are you?

We are determined to put a serial r*pist and m*rder*r behind bars.

Now I would think that you would be more cooperative.

That's an arrest warrant for obstruction and perjury.

Megan Carlisle, stand up.

You have the right to remain silent.

What are you doing?

Don't make this any worse.

Do something.

Don't worry.

We'll make bail and fight this.

You're making a big mistake, counselor.

CHAMBERS OF JUDGE TATEN MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 25

It's a little unorthodox to charge a r*pe victim, Ms. Novak.

Not if she hinders a criminal investigation, your honor.

Accusing the victim of protecting a r*pist is an offensive fabrication.

It's not the r*pist she's protecting.

Megan Carlisle is so desperate to have a child, she'd say anything, even if it meant perjury.

The people insist my client was r*ped more than once.

Next thing you know, she'll say the victim was asking for it.

What's the bottom line?

Compel amniocentesis to establish paternity.

On what grounds?

Ovulation and r*pe dates taken from the suspect's calendar.

Now, why would he record a second att*ck if it didn't happen?

A lying r*pist is hardly a stretch, your honor.

We also have an obstetrics expert who will testify that the baby was likely fathered by the r*pist.

My client took the day-after pill following the r*pe.

And given her difficulty in conceiving, a needle to the uterus could jeopardize her pregnancy.

The people have the right to gather evidence, but under the circumstances, you're gonna have to wait till after the baby's born.

Well, the defense won't wait.

They're guaranteed a speedy trial.

I'm sorry. The health and welfare of mother and child take precedence.

Why can't you leave me alone?

Because another r*pe victim's dead, and you're our only hope to put that animal away.

That has nothing to do with me.

Megan, he r*ped you twice.

And the only reason he stopped was because you begged for your baby's life.

No. That didn't happen.

Sure it did.

He came back a third time.

But he gave you a pass because he got what he wanted.

Did you really think you could keep this a secret?

I have nothing to hide.

Then let us do the test and we'll go away.

No.

Megan, I know you're scared, but what you're doing is not the answer.

You don't know that this baby is his!

You don't know that!

Then find out.

Whether it's today or six months from now, we'll know who fathered your baby.

We'll be long gone by then.

Then your r*pist goes free and a bench warrant goes out for your arrest.

Is that really what you want?

MERCY GENERAL HOSPITAL

365 WEST 32ND STREET MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 25

Where's my wife?

In the exam room.

You talked her into this?

How could you do it?

Barry...

I had to.

As long as I didn't know... we were gonna be all right.

Satisfied?

We have your pubic hairs recovered from the body of Elizabeth Hassenback.

I didn't think you could match hairs without DNA.

You can't.

And we have his DNA taken from the amniotic fluid of a pregnant r*pe victim.

Megan.

She's gotten nice and round.

Be quiet.

Is it a boy or a girl?

That is something you will never know.

Unless I sue for my parental rights.

Which proves r*pe one. So, by all means, why don't you keep talking?

You don't get it.

Birth defects, genetic diseases, and sub-intelligence are now considered normal.

We're overrun by mediocrity.

Good enough has suddenly become acceptable.

We've compromised ourselves out of science and technology through the guise of political correctness.

These are fields that we used to dominate.

And that has to change.

We have to stop letting any rutting dog procreate.

You put the right genes in the right womb, nurtured by the right people.

You're not even original.

Master race, master plan?

You got an offer?

15 to 25 for each count if he provides the names of the other victims on his calendar.

What do you want now, detective?

I wanted to show you why your wife came forward.

Dixon gave us the names of all his victims.

Here.

Is that all?

No. I wanted you to know that there won't be a trial.

Nothing will show up on the public record, so... you can put this behind you, get on with your life It's not that simple.

I'm not saying it'll be easy, but it can be done, if... you want it.

But if you make your wife give up that child, she'll resent you for the rest of her life.

Could you raise a r*pist's child?

Could you?

Go home.

Talk with your wife.

What is there to say?

That didn't go well.

He's not ready to deal with it.

He may never be ready.

He can't move forward if he doesn't.

I know something about that.

Will you take a ride with me?

Yeah.

ATTICA CORRECTIONAL FACILITY ATTICA, NEW YORK TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 26

Who's the bull?

I'm just here to protect you.

I'm detective Stabler.

You know Dani Beck.

My name's Tracy Monroe.

And I k*lled your husband, Michael Dooley, on November 28th, 2002.

You admitting guilt to get parole?

Demonstrating remorse so I won't object?

No, ma'am.

I could see how you could think that but, you don't know me.

You're my life, you know that?

I know everything about you.

Every visitor, your work detail, everything you're doing behind these walls every minute of every day.

I know you.

I promised myself you would never get parole. Ever.

But I've realized that if I fixate on you, I will disappear.

My whole life will have become about my husband's k*ller.

And he loved me with everything that he had, so I know that he'd be mad if I did that to myself.

So I have to let it go.

I have to forgive you somehow.

You took a life.

You need to know how much that life meant... to everyone who knew him.