20x14 - Part 33

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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.

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[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

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- Yeah, so...

- [GASPS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[PANICKED CHATTER]

And that's all you want to tell me?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Okay.

Then we are done here.

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Hello, Annabeth.

My name is Olivia Benson.

This is a very simple case.

The defendant, Annabeth Pearl, hosted a dinner party with her husband, Thomas, at their apartment on West  th street.

Three people ate New York strip, baked potatoes, and creamed spinach.

Three hours later, when the guests had left and the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Annabeth put on her nightie...

walked into the den...

picked up the g*n that was sitting on the coffee table, and sh*t her husband, Thomas, three times while he was watching TV.

The detectives assigned to this case will tell you how they arrested Annabeth less than an hour later at a local eatery with the m*rder w*apon still in her possession.

They'll tell you how, without provocation, she confessed to the m*rder.

Now, the defense will play on your emotions.

They'll tell you about a bad marriage, an abused wife.

But what they can't tell you is that Thomas ever hit Annabeth or that she was ever in imminent fear of physical harm.

This is a very simple case.

Annabeth Pearl is guilty of m*rder in the second degree.

- How's it going?

- Ah, great.

- Oof.

- Oh, Jesus.

[SIGHS]

Hey, I wouldn't drink that unless your tongue is made of asbestos.

You...

you could have told me that before I b*rned my fingers.

Sorry.

Rollins, SVU.

Yeah.

Bucci, - .

Whatcha got?

Uh, husband and wife thing.

Yeah.

Robbery at a bodega.

Teenage girl ripped off a case of tampons while her boyfriend emptied the register.

Hmm.

[SIGHS]

I hate this.

Waiting.

Not me.

I get to sit here, read the paper.

Nobody's calling me an SOB, nobody's sh**ting at me.

Life could be worse.

- [CHUCKLES]

- Detective Bucci.

- Yeah?

- You're on.

- Part .

- All right.

- You alone?

- Yep.

What you got?

All right.

Anything but the jellies.

Ooh, thank you.

No sign of Liv?

No, I was hoping you heard something.

[SIGHS]

Scruples are a hard thing to live with.

What if she doesn't show?

Then she doesn't show.

Her testimony will be the nails in Annabeth's coffin.

- Without it, Stone...

- [HOLLERS]

Oh.

Will be hot as that cup of coffee.

What Mr.

Stone didn't tell you was that Thomas took one bite of his New York strip, spit it out, and then told Annabeth he was going to give the rest to the neighbor's beagle.

What Mr.

 Stone didn't tell you was that that dinner was the culmination of six years of continuous psychological abuse.

The straw that crippled the camel, if you will.

Criticism, insults, blame...

all of which served to diminish Annabeth's dignity, destroy her self-worth, and erase her self-confidence.

Now, Mr.

 Stone may call what Annabeth did "m*rder," But I call it self-preservation.

I'm sure you will, too.

This room gives me the willies.

The belly of the beast.

Yeah, well, my belly feels like the professor's about to hand out the final exam.

It's Annabeth that should be nervous, not you.

This is wrong.

Don't go all Liv on us, all right?

The woman sh*t her husband because he didn't like her dinner.

Life should be so easy.

Come on, not you, too.

I don't judge.

Is it hot in here?

Hell always is.

Yeah, he is.

- He's going full Liv.

- Somebody has to.

Yeah, that's right.

And that "somebody" interrogated Annabeth.

I wonder who that could be?

What if she doesn't show?

Look, man, we can only do our job.

- What, that's all this is to you?

- Yeah.

I get up in the morning and I get dressed.

I come to the office.

After that, I go home.

At the end of the week, I get a check and the check clears.

- That's called a job.

- Okay, you know what?

It's not all on us, though, Carisi.

We do our part, but the rest is up to a judge and jury.

All right, so what happens upstairs, that doesn't concern you at all?

The short and sweet is fine with me.

Oh, please, give me a break.

This from the guy who flew to Cuba on his own nickel to catch a fugitive r*pist.

And you, with that Labott girl...

Enough.

Carisi, have a donut.

Are you telling me that you never even think about this?

I mean, the...

the responsibility?

The... the power that we have?

I mean, I could get up on that stand and I could lie.

I could say, "Yeah, Annabeth told me she planned on k*lling Thomas for the past six months." Now, I do that, she is done.

No question.

Or I could say I don't recall.

"I don't recall" to anything that Stone asks me.

And maybe she gets to live a nice, peaceful, safe life

- in a Chelsea apartment.

- Or door number three...

you tell the truth.

All I'm saying is...

[STAMMERS]

It's a lot of power.

And who the hell are we?

Detective Tutuola.

- Yo.

- Part .

Carisi, chill out.

Have some donuts.

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Jerry Griffin.

He's the bartender at the Tatum.

He met me outside in the front.

He told me Annabeth Pearl was inside with a g*n.

Mr.

Griffin knew her personally?

Ms.

Pearl and her husband lived across the street.

It was their local joint.

What, if anything, did you do then?

I went inside.

I saw Ms.

 Pearl sitting alone covered in blood with the g*n sitting in front of her on the table.

Was there anything else on the table?

Yeah, what looked like a wedding ring.

Huh.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I knew Tommy, you know?

- Who?

- Thomas Pearl.

The deceased.

I knew him in the Academy.

Once a prick, always a prick.

That explains a lot.

And the son of a bitch was in this world for himself.

Not anymore, he's not.

This guy, he... he never picked up a tab in his life.

He never paid off his bets.

He was this...

this macho piece of crap who was always bragging about how he cheated on his girlfriend.

Thought a woman's place was behind a desk.

Yeah, him and how many other cops?

Come on, it's not like that anymore.

Oh, yeah?

It's not?

Good to know.

Wait, somebody's been screwing with you?

Oh, forget it, Carisi.

Look, the guy may have been a d*ck, but if he's gonna take a b*llet it deserves to be from some...

some yahoo hocking heroin or robbing a bank or something.

- Not from his wife.

- Why?

Because she promised to honor, cherish, and obey him?

Because he's a cop.

Hey.

Just...

come on, loosen up.

- All right, all right.

- Right?

Where the hell is Lieu?

You should be happy.

If she doesn't show up, Annabeth will probably walk.

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Hey, Lieu.

I, uh, wasn't sure you were gonna show up.

- Well, neither was I.

- Yeah.

So, uh, listen, on...

on this one, there's...

there's ways that you can maybe color your testimony.

I mean, not out and out lie, but just maybe you emphasize certain parts.

What...

what Annabeth told you.

Other parts, not so much.

Really, Carisi?

Well, you're the one that interrogated Annabeth, so people are gonna be pretty interested in what you have to say.

- Well, if I say.

- Lieu, I'm sorry.

I'm not feeling okay about this case, okay?

Maybe I feel like SOBs like Tommy Pearl get exactly what they deserve.

When a cop gets k*lled, it's an itch I can't scratch.

He's a cop who abused his wife!

With his words.

Annabeth didn't have to listen.

Look, guys, stop.

Stop.

And law without empathy...

doesn't help anyone, Rollins.

I...

I'm all about empathy.

Come on, it's...

it's coming out of my ears.

For eight years I'm drowning in it.

What about Tommy's g*n, huh?

He just puts it on the table...

Yeah, he left it out.

Did he ever point it at her?

- Amanda.

- Did he thr*aten her?

This is not freshman English.

We don't have to read between the lines.

- It's not our job.

- Maybe it is.

Maybe we shouldn't ignore the fact that Annabeth was a victim.

Well, that kind of doesn't work because it's her husband who's the one in the casket.

He was a cop.

Liv, he wore the same shield as we do.

My lieutenant was convinced there was domestic abuse.

Was there?

Well, her husband never hit her, if that's what you mean.

Is that the only kind of abuse contemplated

- by the statute?

- Objection, the witness is not an attorney.

Withdrawn.

How many times was Mr. Pearl sh*t, Sergeant?

Three.

And where were the wounds?

Two in the chest and one in the crotch.

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Interesting.

Nothing further.

Redirect.

Sergeant, did the defendant, Annabeth Pearl, ever claim that she was r*ped by her husband?

Not that I'm aware of.

Thank you.

Listen, my man, is...

is there anything you can do about this heat?

I'll tell Wally, but I doubt it's gonna change.

One thermostat for the whole floor.

Judge Finkel likes it this way.

Well, why don't you see what you can do, okay?

- Thank you.

- Sure will.

Well...

[GRUNTS]

You guys have a nice day.

You, too.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Sometimes I wish I had a job like that guy.

Oh, so you could listen to cops bitch all day long?

Something without consequence.

Think what you mean to say is that you wish that you weren't cursed with a conscience.

Well, it's definitely a burden.

[CHUCKLES]

It also makes us human.

- Unless you're a sociopath.

- Oh, come on.

You... you actually think that Annabeth is a sociopath?

I think she knew what she was doing, and I think she didn't care.

Or she didn't see another way out.

Yeah, there we go.

Well, luckily we don't have to read her mind.

But we do, Rollins.

Eighty grand a year and we get to determine who's spending the rest of their life in a cage and who's gonna eat dinner at Del Frisco's.

Worrying about it is way above our pay grade.

We do worry about it.

At least... at least we usually do.

Yeah?

You never wanted to put a couple of pops between some guy's eyes?

I mean...

you know, 'cause I've wanted to, and I...

I would have really enjoyed it.

- But I didn't.

- Because you knew that it was wrong.

Because I knew the consequences and I chose not to.

And maybe she didn't have that luxury.

Annabeth chose it.

She chose to end that man's life.

She chose to take someone's life.

To break the law.

It's free will.

I mean, come on, we all learn about it

- in Sunday school.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We're...

we're free, all right.

We're free to believe in the guy upstairs or not.

It's like a perjury trap.

Okay, all we have to do is go up on the stand and say what happened!

There's no choices!

There's no consequences to you!

They put a crown of thorns on Jesus, but that did not make him king.

What is he talking about?

And neither does our shield.

But what we say in that courtroom, Lieutenant, how we say it, this...

this game could be over before it starts.

You know what, if you want to commit perjury because Tommy hurt Annabeth's feelings...

Damn it, Rollins, it is more complicated than that and you know it.

- Okay.

- "Perjury." I'm talking about the truth here, and I'm gonna make sure

- the jury sees it.

- Yeah?

And Liv's testimony is gonna turn them the other way.

If...

I tell them exactly, verbatim...

what Annabeth told me.

Lieutenant...

I know the law better than anybody in this room, but I also know my moral responsibility.

k*lling Tommy was Annabeth's only option.

Now, the law says that that's wrong.

- But morally...

- You're not a priest, Carisi.

Morally, the result is just.

You know what, I've got one question for you: Why didn't she walk out the door?

Why didn't she leave the damn bastard?

- Are you kidding me, Amanda?

- No!

For it to be a justifiable homicide, there had to be an imminent thr*at of death or...

or serious physical harm, right?

And was Tommy about to b*at Annabeth?

No.

Was he about to r*pe her?

No!

You know how I know that?

Because that's what she told you.

When I was in the bag, I took a domestic disturbance call.

All right?

Craig and Ellen Carter.

Their neighbor was complaining because they were screaming at each other all night.

They were cursing.

So I show up.

I calm everybody down and do, you know, what we're supposed to do.

And I'm looking at this guy and I can just see in his eyes.

And he's got that smirk, you know?

So I take Ellen outside, and I say, "Listen.

Listen, you've gotta stand up for yourself." I told her that she needed to leave this guy.

But there's no signs of physical v*olence so that's...

that's all I can do.

A month later...

I get another call.

The same house, same complaint.

Only this time...

Craig is taking her head and bashing it against the wall, and she's dead.

So don't you stand there and say that all she had to do was walk out the damn door!

Detective Carisi.

That's me.

Part  .

Mr.

Griffin, the bartender at the restaurant, told me that Annabeth lived across the street.

So based on the way that she was dressed, I assumed that she'd just come from home.

So I went over there.

And what did you do once you arrived at her apartment?

I rang the bell, I knocked.

There was no answer.

So I tried the door, which was unlocked.

- I went inside.

- Were there signs of a fight?

Well, it's impossible to tell.

Excuse me?

It's impossible to tell.

The defendant could have easily straightened up before she left the apartment, or even before she sh*t her husband.

That's not what I asked, Detective.

Uh, once you were inside the apartment, were there signs of a fight?

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

No.

Okay.

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You know, Liv, I love you...

Okay?

And I respect you...

more than anyone I've ever met in my life.

Don't take this the wrong way...

but sometimes...

you see victims where there aren't any.

Annabeth Pearl was abused by her husband.

Her friends disagree.

Nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors in a marriage.

Including you.

All you have is Annabeth's word.

Amanda, I'm sorry about what your father did to your mother.

See?

[STAMMERING]

I mean, that's exactly what I'm talking about.

My mother didn't have to be a victim.

I'm not talking about your mother.

I'm talking about you.

Do you really think that your father b*ating the hell out of your mother in front of you...

didn't...

color your whole universe?

Sure it did.

But not in the way you think.

'Cause I remember sitting in my room staring out the window...

after one of their knock-down drag-outs, and I remember looking out the window and there was a...

a streetlamp, and it was...

the closest one was on the corner, so it was...

it was dark, eerie.

And I sat there...

looking out, watching and waiting...

and praying for my daddy to come back.

Uh, and the son of a bitch just b*at the snot out of my mother, but I wanted him back home.

Of course you did, 'cause all children want their parents together no matter what, Amanda.

Good, bad, indifferent...

She could have called the sheriff.

I mean, Christ, we had a g*n locker in the house.

But she had to be a martyr.

I mean, I don't think she'd know what to do with herself if she wasn't suffering or cowering.

Yes, because he made her like that.

You don't know!

There was a weakness in her!

There was a weakness, and it was there before they ever even met.

How do you know that?

Because this is this.

It's not that.

[STAMMERING]

But you know, I...

I know.

Believe me, I know, because I was the one staring out that window waiting for my daddy's shadow to come out of that street lamp.

Come up the sidewalk, up the front walk, and back into our house.

I was the one that was petrified that I would end up weak like my mom if he didn't come back!

Amanda, that's not a reason to hate your mother.

[STAMMERING]

Maybe it's time...

for you to come out from under that shadow.

There was an EMS team on the scene.

They determined that she sustained no physical injuries.

They also said that she was in shock.

Did the paramedic indicate how long she was in shock?

They didn't say anything about that, but it's...

it's possible that she was in shock before she fired that w*apon.

- Before?

- Yeah, it's not unusual...

Objection.

It's your witness, Counselor.

Overruled.

It's not uncommon for a victim to go into survival mode once they've been threatened.

She may not have known what she was doing.

One more thing, Detective.

This isn't exactly what the room looked like when you went into it, is it?

Uh, no.

The television was on.

I'm confused.

The apartment's not that big.

If the TV was on when you walked in the front door, I think you would have heard it.

Well, the TV was on but the volume was muted.

Almost as if Tommy and Annabeth spoke before she sh*t him.

I wouldn't know about that.

But they might have, right?

In fact, it is possible that Tommy said, "I love you, sweetie." Yeah, it's possible.

It's also possible he said, "You ruined my dinner, bitch.

Now I'm gonna k*ll you." Your Honor!

Nothing further.

Well, on that, we're gonna break for lunch.

You look like your witness just committed treason, Peter.

Liv.

[LAUGHS]

What the hell's going on down there?

Excuse me?

When I walked into that courtroom this morning, I had a no-lose case.

Now, two witnesses later, I am treading water and gasping for air.

- So Carisi got creative.

- He "got creative"?

He's a cop!

He's supposed to get on that stand and tell the truth.

That's it.

- Did he lie?

- Liv, come on.

You and I both know the truth comes in many colors.

So maybe Carisi picked the one that he could live with.

I knew it.

I knew you were behind this.

You wanna do me a favor?

You keep your bleeding heart out of my courtroom.

So what is your dilemma?

Just do what Carisi said.

Just fudge it.

Generalize, minimize.

And what if I'm wrong?

[SCOFFS]

Annabeth told me that she didn't regret k*lling him for a minute.

Lack of remorse is not an element of a crime.

You think a jury gives a damn?

If I testify truthfully, then this becomes a revenge k*lling that is never justified.

This woman goes to prison for a very long time.

- Truth's a bitch.

- I know in my gut...

that she was powerless to leave her husband.

I know that.

But she was strong enough to pull the trigger.

That's naive, Amanda, and you know it.

What about the g*n?

What about it?

Well, he didn't leave it out just for show.

Okay, did Annabeth ever say that he threatened her with it?

No, she didn't have to because he left it out.

She saw it.

She saw it when she woke up in the morning.

She saw it when she made dinner.

She saw it.

She saw it last thing before she went to bed.

And she read between the lines.

[SCOFFS]

Amanda.

Come on.

You and I both know what he was telling her with that g*n.

He was telling her that I could k*ll you at any minute, and I would probably get away with it.

Tommy is the one that ended up

- with the b*ll*ts in him, though.

- Yeah, and where was he sh*t?

Two in the heart and one in the groin.

And believe you me, that last one was not a mistake.

- That was not a miss.

- Did she say that to you?

She didn't have to.

You have no idea...

what utter terror is.

What pure...

and utter terror is.

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

♪ ♪

You know, they say that your heart beats faster, but that's not true.

It doesn't.

It stops.

Everything stops.

You don't breathe because...

you're scared that it might upset him.

And if you get a cramp in your foot, you tell yourself, "Just let it throb." Because you'll live through that pain.

And that's a hell of a lot better than what...

what he'll do to you.

And the pain is...

is so complete and it's so...

it's so overwhelming.

You can go without food for...

For three days...

and you don't close your eyes because you...

because you're scared that...

you'll never open them again.

You pray.

You pray...

"Please, God...

"don't let him climb on top of me again." Okay, Liv.

I am so sorry.

Nobody should have to live like that.

Nobody.

Tommy Pearl is not William Lewis.

Annabeth was not held hostage.

Wasn't she?

She lived with that fear every day for six years.

[RUEFUL CHUCKLE]

But maybe we're all victims.

Maybe...

maybe we're...

we're just all victims of our past.

But the good news is that I am just a rebuttal witness, which means I'm only used if needed.

What are you gonna do if Stone needs you?

I don't know.

But somebody has to stand up for Annabeth, and somebody has to tell her...

has to tell her that she survived and she's gonna be okay.

[DOOR OPENS]

Detective Rollins.

Part  .

I haven't finished my apple pie yet.

I don't know.

They just told me...

I'm pulling your leg, guy.

[SIGHS]

Go.

You don't want those to, uh, go to waste.

The donuts.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yes, of course.

Please.

Charlie.

I've had a sweet tooth since I was a kid.

You mind if I, uh, take home a cruller to my wife?

- She loves crullers.

- [LAUGHS]

How long you been married?

 years next Tuesday.

You're a good husband, Charlie.

Ah, it's easy.

All it takes is a little love.

I took the defendant's initial statement when she came in to the squad.

And what did she say to you?

She said she'd k*lled her husband.

What did you do after that?

I asked her if she wanted a lawyer present, and she said, "I did it.

Why would I need a lawyer?" Did she tell you why she k*lled her husband of six years?

She did.

She said he didn't like her dinner.

Thank you, Detective Rollins.

Do you recognize this, Annabeth?

Looks like Tommy's g*n.

That's right.

You've seen it before?

[HEAVY BREATHING]

Every night when he came home from work, he took it out and he cleaned it.

And then he put it away in a g*n locker.

No.

He kept it out where he could always get to it.

I asked him I don't know how many times to put the g*n away...

but he refused.

Did he say why?

He said he was a cop.

It was part of him.

He said seeing it...

knowing it was there made him feel strong.

Like a man?

That's what he said.

- [ALL GASP]

- Objection.

Your Honor.

What's a trial without some good old fashioned histrionics?

You've made your point, Counselor.

How did the g*n make you feel, Annabeth?

Weak.

Scared.

It was always where I could see it.

It was like a lion showing its teeth to a zebra.

"I'm the king." "You're less than." You are not less than.

That's a joke.

My heart pounds when I shop for food.

Will Tommy like this, or will he dump it on the floor for me to clean up?

My hand, it shakes when I answer the phone.

It'll be Tommy telling me his friend saw me flirting with someone at the cleaner's.

I used to take business classes at Hunter College.

Tommy told me to quit.

Said I was too stupid.

It was a waste of money.

Did you ever tell your family about how he was treating you?

How about a friend?

I used to have friends.

Lots of them.

Tommy said they weren't good enough for us.

Now all we have are his friends.

Thank you, Annabeth.

Did your husband ever hit you, Mrs.

Pearl?

Did Tommy ever hit you?

No.

Did he ever r*pe you?

We had sex lots of times when I didn't want to.

Did you tell him that?

No.

I was too scared.

So in six years of marriage, you never once said...

"I'm not in the mood." "I'm too tired," "I have a headache," or "I...

I just don't want to"?

No.

I'm sorry, Mrs.

 Pearl...

but that's not r*pe.

- Objection!

- You know better, Mr.

Stone.

That man was raping me from the moment I said "I do"!

[SIGHS]

Come on, who ate my jellies?

[SIGHS]

You okay?

- Liv.

- Yeah, I'm fine.

I...

what's happening upstairs?

Bloodbath.

Whose blood?

Well, you know how they say you only die once?

Well, that's a lie...

at least for Tommy Pearl.

So Stone is gonna call me.

If he wants any sh*t at winning this case, yeah.

Fin, what am I gonna do?

Running's not an option?

I didn't think so.

I mean, as far as I can see, this is just another case to me.

Listen, your BS doesn't fly with me.

I should know that by now.

[SIGHS]

Fin, I'm...

I'm asking you...

Do you think Annabeth belongs in prison?

Liv, half the guys I grew up with are in prison.

Do they belong there?

They don't think so.

But you do?

It's not my place to judge.

Oh, my God.

Again with your BS.

Look, last Sunday I went fishing off of Sheepshead Bay.

Four hours passed, not a nibble.

Then right when I'm ready to pack it up, my rod starts jerking.

So I start reeling.

I'm reeling.

I swear, I've never had a perp fight that hard.

And then there it was, flopping around on the deck of the boat, a -pound bluefish.

The most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life.

That's...

that's great, Fin.

I threw it back in the bay.

[SIGHS]

Anything that's willing to fight that hard to stay alive deserves to live.

Like Annabeth.

Just saying.

So you're telling me...

to lie.

I'm just saying, that blue's not gonna get hooked again.

But that's just me.

So I guess you didn't come here to...

get some donuts.

Lieutenant Benson.

Part  .

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪ Lieutenant Olivia Benson?

Yes.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

I do.

Please state your name for the record.

Lieutenant Olivia Benson.

Did you have the opportunity to interrogate the defendant after she confessed to k*lling her husband?

I did.

Did she express remorse for what she did?

You have to understand, under the circumstances...

Just please, answer the question.

[STAMMERS]

Taken out of context, her words can be misconstrued.

Lieutenant.

You just reached out and put your hand on the Bible and swore to tell us the truth.

Did the defendant, Ms.

 Annabeth Pearl, express remorse...

for what she did?

No.

What, if anything, did she say in that regard?

She said that...

she said that she was glad that her husband was dead...

And that she'd prayed about it for years.