19x06 - Unintended Consequences

[bunniefuu]

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.

[ROCK MUSIC]

♪ You can't break me down ♪

♪ You can't pick me up ♪

You can't leave me dying

♪ When I'm out of luck

[SCREAMING]

Help!

Help!

Help!

[SCREAMS]

Mom, help!

No!

Get off!

[MUFFLED SCREAMS]

Then Turtle decided the hill wasn't so big and started into the sunrise.

Okay.

Good night, kiddo.

You sleep tight.

Can I have Eddie, just in case?

Yes.

This is Eddie.

Oh.

Eddie the Elephant.

[LAUGHS]

Here you go.

Let's tuck him in, okay?

Good night, Eddie.

All right, sweetheart.

I can't wait to learn about all your favorite things.

- Sleep tight.

- Good night, grandma.

- Do you like...

- So how long...

Oh, sorry.

I interrupted.

- Go ahead.

- No, I'm sorry.

- You were saying?

- Are you enjoying New York?

- It's interesting, I'm sure.

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

Excuse me.

Benson.

Okay.

Uh, all right.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Okay.

Sorry.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, it's just a, uh...

It's just a work thing.

Oh.

Well, I'd...

I'd be happy to stay with Noah.

Uh, that's okay.

I'm already calling Lucy.

Thank you, though.

I understand.

Rollins.

Thanks, just as soon as you can.

Yeah.

Dead teenage girl.

Looks like an OD.

- Heroin?

- That'd be a safe bet.

We found this on her.

No purse, no wallet, no cell.

- Was she r*ped?

- There's blood on her sweatpants, and her face and arms speak for themselves.

Okay.

Damn.

She looks like she's .

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

Well, the ME confirms that her injuries were consistent with sexual as*ault.

And the heroin that she sh*t up with was laced with fentanyl.

That's what k*lled her.

Well, a search of the nearby trash didn't turn up her ID - or her cell.

- Fingerprints?

No, not in the system.

Neither was her DNA.

I assume nobody filed a missing persons report.

Nothing that was close.

The saddest thing in the world.

- A dead Jane Doe.

- Yeah.

So she didn't have the cash.

How did she pay for these dr*gs?

A young girl like that's got a lot more to offer than cash.

Or some enterprising scumsucker swoops in while she's OD'ing and robs her.

Before or after he r*pes her?

You know who sells this?

Not yet.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

I don't miss narcotics.

What is this?

Some kind of narco holiday I don't know about?

Yeah, we call it Tuesday.

OD's are off the charts.

My brother's a cop out in Ohio.

They're running out of room to store the bodies.

- Here it is.

- Billy Lucas.

I never heard of him.

One of the young turks.

Made a name for himself selling high-quality heroin and stamping it with a bolt.

What, 'cause it hits you like a bolt of lightning?

Yeah.

And screws you up.

So where can I find Billy?

Rikers.

Since January of last year.

- Look, that's not the same.

- Wouldn't be the first time someone counterfeited a hot seller.

So, where was Lucas dealing?

Harlem.

Where'd you find your vic?

Down in the East Village.

Who's selling down there?

Uh, Benjamin West, AKA Jinky.

George Ruiz.

And Andre Johnson, AKA Hackapulco.

Cross-check these guys with Lucas' known associates.

Looks like I'm taking a trip to Hackapulco.

What up, G?

That's him.

Burgundy bomber, black sweatpants.

Copy that.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Don't leave till we get to know each other.

Get your hands on the car.

Any needles?

No?

What do we got here?

Nothing.

Not like I'm Facebook friends with everybody I meet.

How about those who buy the crap you're selling?

How about the ones you r*ped?

Oh, hell no.

You got the wrong bro.

And that little bit you got me with?

[LAUGHS]

Man, I'll be ordering lunch from my favorite gyro cart tomorrow.

Yeah?

Well, unless they change the penalty for r*pe, you'll have to tell them you'll pick it up in about years, all right?

There's no way I r*ped that ho.

Okay, so, tell them it'll only be about three to fifteen.

Because whatever was in that crap you gave her, it k*lled her.

Look, I never sold to the bitch.

Bitch?

Okay, are you trying - to go to jail?

- All right, I never sold to the young lady.

But you knew her.

She was with a dude I did business with.

Some white dude.

Had a weird white boy 'stache.

So, what now?

Yeah, that's the dude.

You see?

I'm a good citizen, helping you out and all.

- So I can go now.

- While we appreciate how devastated you are that your dr*gs are k*lling people, no.

No, you can't go.

- Who's she?

- I'm the bitch that's gonna smack your pretty face the next time I hear you say, "ho." Swab him.

Find Mr. 'Stache.

Oh, you're looking good, Tommy, especially after such a rough night.

Yeah, OD'ing can be pretty hard on a body.

Nothing like a sh*t of Narcan to fix that, huh?

Whoa.

Just so you know, that girl you were with last night, she wasn't that lucky.

Natalie.

- Is she okay?

- Actually, she's not.

What went on last night?

I hadn't seen her in, like, forever.

And then she just showed up here before closing.

- How'd she seem?

- Fine.

She just wanted to celebrate.

Did you celebrate by sleeping with her?

Look, man.

I-I had a date.

So you left Natalie alone to sh**t up by herself?

Look, like I said, I had someplace to be.

Natalie have a last name?

Look, I just know her as Natalie.

Okay, wait, no...

I know where she lives.

You don't know her last name, but you know where she lives?

We once had to...

borrow some of her parents'...

stuff.

- They're the police.

- What's going on?

- How old is your daughter?

- Uh, Natalie's fifteen.

Why?

- When...

when is the last time you saw her?

Three, maybe four months ago.

Why didn't you file a missing person's report?

Because she's not missing.

Uh, she's in rehab.

Last thing she said to me was, "I hate you." They told us to give her space.

That when she got stronger...

I'm sure that you both did everything that you could have - to help her.

- Did we?

She broke her ankle playing soccer, and after the surgery, they sent her home with oxycontin.

She kept saying it hurt.

So they'd prescribe more.

The damn doctors did this to her.

After they cut her off, she moved on to heroin.

I'm so sorry.

- You have kids?

- I have a son.

Hold him close.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna open the blinds.

Maybe you should go outside.

No.

No, I'm her mom.

I was there when she was born.

It's what parents do.

We are in for all of it.

- [GASPS]

- [SOBBING]

Jesus.

[SOBBING]

Lux isn't short for "luxury." It's Latin for "light." We help young women who are toiling in the darkness - to emerge into the sunlight.

- That's beautiful.

Are you missing one of those young women?

- Natalie Curtis.

- Why didn't you file a missing persons report?

If you know someone who will actually listen, by all means, leave his number.

We're a treatment facility for troubled girls.

We have runaways four or five times a month.

So, you don't report them?

Officers stopped responding years ago.

Unless she's under , the report goes into a stack of paper that collects dust until someone sweeps it up and shovels it into a long-term storage.

Why didn't you call her parents?

I assume they're footing the bill.

Most of the girls realize they have no place to go or any money to get them there, and come back in hours.

- Natalie ever run before?

- No.

- How did she get out of here?

- This isn't a prison.

I made that mistake when I first started this place.

The security measures made the girls feel like they were being punished.

Now the girls are secured until they get over the hump.

And then they're on their own within the structure, certainly.

Our cameras caught Natalie slipping out when staff was dealing with an incoming client.

Okay, we're gonna need that video.

- Of course.

- I assume you're here because you found her.

Is she all right?

No, she's not.

- Overdose?

- Damn it, get your hands off of me.

- This way.

- [SCREAMS]

Do not send your kids here.

Kristi, calm down.

- Herr Doctor.

- Okay, take it easy.

Stop fighting.

Come on, come on.

- Hands!

- Down.

That's Kristi, our newest arrival.

She's only been here a couple of days.

Typically it takes a couple of weeks to realize we're not the enemy.

Okay, did Natalie...

Did she ever have any visitors?

Other than her parents during her first weeks here.

Oh, please.

Send them my sympathy, would you?

- Walk with me.

- Did anybody pick up Natalie - outside?

- We have exterior cameras.

You're welcome to those, too.

Rosemary.

Rosemary Taylor, our social worker and den mom.

These are NYPD detectives.

Help them with whatever they need.

If you'll excuse me.

We're here about Natalie Curtis.

Damn it.

Sometimes it feels like we're fighting a w*r that we just can't win.

My aide waved the white flag a few months back.

If you know of anyone who wants to see the worst humanity has to offer...

- We've seen our share.

- Forgive me.

I'm on my feet all day.

What can you tell us about Natalie?

She is...

was...

uh...

Extraordinary.

Her paintings were like poetry.

But she didn't care much for this place?

Not at first, no.

But she settled in.

I actually thought that she would be one of our success stories.

But one thing I've learned about addicts.

They, uh...

they lie to you with a smile.

Ms.

Taylor, um, Natalie overdosed - in the East Village.

- Hmm.

Wondering if she talked to you about anybody she used to do dr*gs with.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I-I would love to help you, but we have a strict confidentiality policy.

I'm...

I'm sure you understand.

Place felt like if you walked in there with dirt on your shoes, somebody would come up behind you with a broom and a dust pan.

Liv?

Liv?

Sorry.

Um, did we check with ViCAP?

Uh, does the r*pe fit a pattern?

Yeah, we checked, but there's nothing.

So, a teenage girl breaks out of rehab, goes to the city, gets high, she zonks out, some guy passing by sees her.

It's a needle in a haystack.

How did she get from Lux to the East Village?

I'll get the footage from the trains, buses, and subways.

I'll check the security cams around Lux.

Okay.

Hey.

You doing all right?

Yeah.

You know, this, uh, this case just brings back...

- Ellie.

- I gotta get over it, right?

[PHONE VIBRATES]

Uh, Rollins.

Okay, thanks.

How long was Natalie at Lux?

Um, six months.

Why?

Because she was two months pregnant.

And the DNA from the paternity test matches the DNA from the r*pe kit.

Did Natalie have a boyfriend?

Life she led, I assume she had many.

Jeez.

You think a friend gave her the dr*gs?

Uh, there's actually something else, Mrs.

Curtis.

I'm so sorry to tell you this, but Natalie was two months pregnant.

Oh, my God.

No, that's not possible.

Two months ago, she was at Lux.

It was supposed to be the best facility in the state.

No.

No, all of the patients there - are girls.

- Damn it, Sarah.

One of those damn saviors took advantage of her.

And we paid them a fortune to do it.

It's possible that Natalie confided in one of the therapists there at Lux.

So in order for us to access her records, we would need your permission.

Yeah, sure.

Anything.

I'm so sorry.

Those are warrants for DNA samples of all your male employees.

I don't understand.

You saw the video.

Natalie left on her own.

The thing is, she was carrying more than a jones.

She was pregnant.

And you think it was someone here?

I've spent a decade building Lux.

No detail was too small.

There's no way whatever happened, happened here.

You told us she didn't have any visitors.

Everyone who works at Lux is highly recommended.

Okay, so why don't we let science eliminate them, then?

- Sure.

- We need Natalie's files.

- Now, that's a problem.

- We've got her parents' waiver of confidentiality.

No, it's not that.

Because Natalie's no longer a current resident, - her file is stored off-site.

- Wow, that was...

That was quick.

There's a waiting list to get in here.

It's good for you.

Not so good for the rest of the world.

While we're here, we'd like to talk to some of your other residents.

They're already dealing with a lot.

We'll tread gently.

All right.

If my parents hadn't put me in here a year ago, - I'd be dead.

- Did you know Natalie?

Yeah.

Nothing worked with her.

- How do you mean?

- Yoga, therapy...

- She hated it all.

- Hmm.

- How long have you been here?

- Actual time, or what it feels like?

Actual time.

I don't know.

A few days.

- And how are things?

- How do you think?

My parents had me kidnapped and brought here - in the middle of the night.

- Okay.

Have you ever been alone with a male employee?

Does that turn you on, Detective?

Stop it, Kristi.

No, I haven't been alone with any of the men.

What do you know about Natalie Curtis?

- The girl who broke out?

- Yeah.

That she's lucky she's not here.

That's a hell of a welcoming committee.

There.

And the external camera caught this.

There's no defensive wounds with no marks on her face.

So she was r*ped after she left Lux.

- Yeah.

- And I checked with Uber, Lyft, nothing.

The local cab companies have no record of any pick ups anywhere near the facility.

- So...

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

Benson.

Uh-huh.

Uh...

Sure, um, yeah.

Just...

just give me a few minutes.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Sheila.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Thanks for meeting me.

- Sure.

Cappuccino, right?

[LAUGHS]

Thank you.

Thank you, that's very nice.

Oh, um, here.

- Um...

- It was Ellie's.

She was a tomboy, really.

She loved playing catch with her dad.

- Oh.

- I thought Noah might like it.

Wow, thank you.

That's incredible.

I haven't actually told Noah about...

about Ellie yet.

- But...

but thank you.

- Of course you haven't.

You know, I'm sure he's gonna love it.

- [LAUGHS]

- Yeah, she did.

Do you...

Do you mind if I...

ask you something?

Of course.

Did Ellie...

ever say anything about me?

Other than I was dead?

You know, when people are struggling with addiction, they say things that they don't mean.

She didn't...

- She didn't mean that.

- No, it's okay.

You know, things weren't always bad between us.

I used to read to her every night when she was little.

"Tate the Turtle." That was her favorite.

Noah's favorite book is, uh, "Barnyard Dance." Oh, they both like animals.

She used to talk about becoming a veterinarian.

She'd gossip with me about boys in her class.

She never did like the cheerleaders.

[LAUGHS]

Sheila, you don't have to do this.

You don't...

you don't have to prove to me that...

that you were a good mother.

Yes, I do.

I know what people think when they see me.

"What kind of mother was she?

She let her daughter become a junkie." But I tried.

Olivia, I tried.

You know, I know that it's not a comfort, but, um, I've seen this a lot.

It can happen to anyone.

Even you?

- I don't think that...

- I didn't, either.

One minute, we're shopping for prom dresses.

And the next, she's coming at me with a steak Kn*fe.

That wasn't Ellie, Sheila.

Ellie was long gone by then.

I-I just wish...

I just wish that she had met someone like you...

earlier, before.

I just want Noah to know how much I love him.

Hey.

How is Sheila?

What?

I'm a detective.

You come in with a kid's - old baseball glove.

- Oh.

Rollins, do you think that I'm too quick to judge people?

Hey, when someone butts into your life like she did...

Well, turns out that she's not the witch that I wanted her to be.

Um, none of the DNA from the male workers at Lux matched the DNA from Natalie's paternity or r*pe kit.

I mean, there was only one virgin birth, right?

You can't improve on perfection, Rollins.

Okay.

Here's what we got.

Now, before Natalie met Tom Higgins, she got off the L train at st Avenue.

Hold on.

Lux is in Bronxville.

What the hell was she doing in Brooklyn?

Unfortunately, there's no footage of her getting on the subway.

Blow that up, will you?

Look at that.

That's interesting.

There's the bruising on her face.

That means that she was r*ped after she left Lux but before she sh*t up.

But her r*pist impregnated her while she was at Lux, so something is not right.

Lux isn't as squeaky clean as the good doctor makes out.

A civil suit was filed against it four years ago.

It settled out of court.

The plaintiff was Isla Danby.

She lives in East Village.

There we go.

Talk to her.

- Hello?

- We're almost done.

I said we're almost done.

Cuddling isn't illegal.

We just wanna talk.

Isla, I paid for an hour.

I'll credit you a half an hour next week.

People pay you to cuddle with them?

It's a lonely city.

You'd be surprised how many people are desperate for human contact.

- What do you want?

- Lux Rehab.

Best rehab in the state.

Just ask them.

How long were you in there for?

I did the whole tour.

A year with a two week side trip to Altbrook, then right back to Lux with its tidy art rooms and prison-like detox.

Well, it seems like you kicked whatever habit - you went in there for.

- Knock on wood.

So, why'd you sue Lux?

I mean, I'd like to tell you that, but I can't.

Listen, a couple days ago, a girl broke out and then she turned up dead.

Now we think she might have been r*ped while she was at Lux.

I signed a non-disclosure agreement.

They could take my business away, my apartment.

I'm sorry.

All I can say is, I'm glad you're looking - into those places.

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

Carisi.

What...

No, no.

We have a warrant and a parental waiver.

Lux is refusing to hand over Natalie's records.

There's a shock.

What happened to Natalie Curits is heartbreaking, but her cause of death was a drug overdose which occurred on the streets of Manhattan, not at Lux Residential Treatment Center.

- There is no reason to move on...

- We believe Natalie was r*ped while in the care of the defendant.

And my client turned over everything it deemed relevant that wasn't protected by doctor/patient confidentiality.

Her parents waived any confidentiality.

They may be her parents, but they are not her legal guardians when it comes to Lux.

This is the contract Mr. and Mrs. Curtis signed when their daughter, a minor, was admitted.

As is standard with most residential treatment centers, her parents transferred their parental rights to Lux.

Death would void that provision.

Not according to that signed contract.

Private parties may enter into contracts so long as they do not run afoul of the principles of lack of capacity, duress, undue influence, mistake, fraud, or public policy, none of which is alleged in the People's motion.

Therefore, the People's request for access to records relating to Natalie Curtis is denied.

- How do we appeal?

- We don't.

Lux is bad.

There's other vulnerable girls in there.

This isn't right.

Sometimes on its way to "fair," the law misses "right".

You wanna do something?

Figure out another way in.

Opioids are the leading cause of death in people under .

In fact, opioid ODs have shortened the life expectancy of Americans by / months.

In the last year, opioids k*lled more people than car crashes or g*ns.

That's a tragedy, but an even bigger one is that it's preventable.

If I'd been carrying Narcan, I might have saved this young lady.

My daughter.

Thank you.

[APPLAUSE]

I'm sorry for your loss.

Ms.

Butler?

Are you in the field?

I don't remember seeing you here.

Oh, well, um, after...

after Willie d*ed, I knew I had to go to social work.

But after I got my license, I got comfortable in a think t*nk, you know?

I'm...

I'm considering making a change.

Beware.

You walk through the mud, you get dirty.

Yeah, I know.

But at the end of the day, I wanna be able to point to something and say that I made it a little better.

Maybe you should get a firsthand look at what you'd be getting into.

I've been looking for an assistant at Lux.

I wouldn't want to put you out.

Give it a try for a day or two off the record, and we'll see if you have the stomach for it.

Okay.

That's the tab for the patient files.

Oh, sometimes the software's a little glitchy.

- [TAPPING]

- There.

No!

No!

Kiss my ass, damn it.

I'm not gonna eat this puke!

Kristi, you don't have to eat the oatmeal.

- But you...

- I won't eat anything.

You don't think I know what you're doing?

I know what you're doing.

No!

I have rights, damn it!

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Screw you!

[SPITS]

Screw all of you!

It's okay.

You don't have to eat the oatmeal.

- What will you eat?

- How many times do I have to tell you?

I'm not hungry.

You're going through detox, Kristi.

Your body needs food.

Why can't you just let me die?

- I hate my life.

- Listen to me.

I know what a struggle it is.

Okay?

But I promise you that soon you're gonna be a whole new person.

A different person, okay?

- So what about some toast?

- Hmm?

One slice of toast?

Come on.

Please?

One toast.

One slice.

And then you and I are gonna...

Okay.

- Okay.

- You and I are gonna walk around the grounds, and then we're gonna be outside and get some fresh air.

Won't that be good?

Yeah, there you go.

Sit.

Okay.

Okay.

You're all right.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

Okay?

Good.

Thank you.

She spit in your face.

You didn't even blink.

I've had worse.

A lot of these girls are self medicating.

ADHD, bipolar, depression, and for the first time in their lives they don't have dr*gs to numb the feelings.

- Right.

- And Kristi, she's only been here a couple days, so we don't even know what her issues are.

I'm, uh, I'm gonna go wash my face.

Could you print out the notes from Kristi's therapy sessions?

'Cause I wanna be prepared when we talk.

Absolutely.

[CLEARS THROAT]

This is unbelievable.

There is something going on there.

- It's an illegal search.

- I know.

Do you know who r*ped Natalie?

No, because her files were transferred.

Don't tell me that somebody else was r*ped.

Do the insurance companies count?

Look.

This is Kristi Martin's patient billing.

It comes to over $ , .

Yes, private rehab is expensive.

Right, but that doesn't include the cost of walking in the door.

This is just medical tests and procedures.

She's been in Lux for less than two weeks.

$ , for electroconvulsive therapy.

- Which I know is bogus.

- Because?

Because at the time of the supposed procedure, she was threatening the staff with a dining room chair.

These bills are bogus, and the insurance companies will never know about it.

If they can lie about this, Lux can lie about anything.

Only, it's inadmissible.

[SIGHS]

Inevitable discovery.

If we can prove that we would have come up with this without your illegal search...

What was the name of Rosemary's assistant before you?

I put that all behind me.

Oh, yeah?

Why'd you leave?

'Cause I like to smile every now and then.

That place...

I don't know.

I'd rather work at a morgue.

I know it's tough there.

But what can you tell us about billing at Lux?

Did you ever notice anything strange?

- Strange?

- Overbilling?

Charging for tests and procedures that were never done?

No.

Rosemary was about helping the girls.

What Lux charged wasn't her concern.

What can you tell us about Natalie Curtis?

She was one of our success stories.

Last time I saw her, she was on her way to the sober living house.

She was a do-over.

That's what we called the girls who came back to Lux for a second or third go.

Where was she coming back from?

- Altbrook.

- Altbrook?

- When was she at Altbrook?

- Two, maybe three months ago.

Right before I gave notice.

- Where is that?

- Greenpoint, Franklin Street.

- Okay, that's Brooklyn.

- Thank you.

Welcome to Altbrook Palace.

Nice place.

Where do you live?

In a hole?

What the hell?

It's one step before the real world.

So, uh...

How long have you been here?

Going on four months.

Takes some of us a little longer to step back into reality.

So you were here when Natalie Curtis was here?

Natalie?

Yeah, yeah.

She was less ready than I am.

If that's even possible.

You're saying she fell off the wagon?

And landed with a splat.

- I felt sorry for her.

- How did she get dr*gs in here?

It's not like we're in solitary.

We leave every day for jobs, whatever.

Turns out there are a lot of places to get in trouble in Brooklyn.

Hey, Debbie.

Debbie, hey.

Screw off.

Where's the counselor in charge around here?

[MOANING]

That would be him.

NYPD.

Get up, now.

Hey, honey, are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- How old are you?

I'm .

Didn't I say get up?

What'd I do?

It's called statutory r*pe, Anthony.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm , the girl's .

She consented.

[SCOFFS]

It's the Romeo and Juliet law.

- What are you, a lawyer?

- I'm Romeo.

That girl would agree to waterboarding - if you offered her dr*gs.

- Paternity's back.

Congratulations.

You're a winner.

- Of what?

- Of a dead teenager and her two-month-old fetus.

You knocked up Natalie Curtis when she was released to Altbrook.

And then you r*ped her the night she d*ed.

I never r*ped anybody.

What do you call it when you trade an addict dr*gs for sex?

It's not r*pe when she's begging for it.

I'm a medical professional.

I don't subject my patients - to unnecessary tests.

- Kristi's insurance was billed for electroconvulsive therapy.

- And Kristi doesn't remember...

- Maybe that's why she had ECT.

We pride ourselves on being the premiere treatment facility in New York.

I take accusations like that very seriously.

Good, because that's how we mean them.

So we will be subpoenaing your billing record.

And you'll see that I run tests...

Dennis, you don't have to say anything.

Let me talk.

So I run tests.

The girls are never honest about what they've been snorting or sh**ting, so I test their blood and hair to make sure I can help them detox properly.

Well, they really are the perfect victims, aren't they?

Girls struggling with emotional problems, mental illness, chemical addiction.

Desperate parents willing to pay just about anything to keep their babies alive.

And if you're actually successful, then your colleagues at Altbrook get them high again.

And then they ship them back to you, and you can just start this process all over again.

I have no idea what happens at the sober living home.

Really?

Because I do.

Ten girls in the last months have come back to you, Doctor.

What did you think was going on?

You're preying on vulnerable kids.

But what the hell.

You made a lot of money, right?

You got rich.

You're a venal predator.

And we're gonna prove it in court.

Is that right?

What's that trial gonna look like?

"Call your first witness, counselor." "Oh, you can't put her on the stand.

"She's mentally unstable.

"Your second witness, she's no good, either.

She's a junkie." Next, a liar.

After that, a thief.

And for the big finale...

drumroll, please.

A -year-old slut who trades her body for dr*gs.

What jury's gonna believe anything that comes out of their mouths?

Tell me you found something on Anthony.

Not a thing.

He's within four years of every girl he's slept with at Altbrook.

- So much for a r*pe charge.

- How is it consent when you're extorting sex from a -year-old drug addict?

That is a question that the legal arena has yet to answer.

Good idea for a law review article, though.

You should give Carisi a couple of months off.

What are you, a bat?

What?

Anyway, I talked to everybody I could find who spent time at Altbrook in the past six months.

Now, all of them denied receiving anything in exchange for sex.

So we can't get Anthony on r*pe, dealing, child endangerment, or contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

They're recycling these girls like they were empty Coke cans.

Come on, counselor.

Pull one of those rabbits - out of your hat.

- I could...

I could, if we can establish a connection between Lux and Altbrook.

We checked the corporate records.

There's nothing.

No, when Carisi and I interviewed the cuddle girl about her Lux lawsuit, she said...

she said that she was glad that somebody was finally checking into those places.

I mean, plural.

So she could have been talking about Altbrook.

Somebody at Lux must have a soul.

Yeah, there's one I know of.

I can't...

I can't believe you're a cop.

I know, but I had to figure out what happened to Natalie.

Right?

She deserves that much, right?

We didn't have anything to do with her death.

Okay, when she came back to Lux after her stint at Altbrook...

If your partner had paid attention to my lecture, you would both know that opioids have - an % relapse rate.

- Especially when one of the counselors is handing her pills.

No.

I don't...

I don't believe that.

Rosemary, the fact is, not everybody is sorry for your loss.

[SIGHS]

My Annie...

She fought tooth and nail to get clean.

But it was like climbing a wall of ice.

I remember people in my building looking at me like, "How could you let that happen to your own kid?" [SIGHS]

Only the devil...

Would offer dr*gs to girls right out of rehab.

We think that Dr.

Barkley is connected to Altbrook.

I don't think so.

I mean, Altbrook was just one of the sober houses - that we recommended.

- Did anybody from Altbrook ever visit Dr.

Barkley?

Only when they came to pick up the girls to take them to Brooklyn.

That's it, our connection between Altbrook and Lux.

- Anthony Parker.

- Yeah, now we can finally nail that bastard.

Barkley is the one that put him in charge.

Lucky for him, sober homes aren't regulated.

You're looking at $ million gross billing last year.

Obamacare classifies addiction as an essential service so millions more got coverage.

Dr.

Barkley stepped right in.

Quadrupled his billing.

Barkley's about to face an unintended consequence of his own: the New York State RICO statute.

Racketeering?

Drug dealing.

r*pe.

Insurance fraud.

It sounds like a racket to me.

- [PHONE VIBRATING]

- Hmm.

Yeah, Rollins.

Sure, Rosemary.

minutes, okay?

Something's not right.

- Rosemary.

- Hello, Amanda.

Oh, my...

He's OD'ing.

Ironic, isn't it?

- My God.

- This is Detective Carisi of the NYPD.

- This is the promised end.

- I need a bus at Prescott Avenue in Bronxville.

There's Narcan in the car.

He stole lives.

He destroyed people's families.

Natalie's, God knows how many others.

It's fentanyl.

All the Narcan in the world won't save him.

[GROANS]

You can arrest me now.

Watch out, Aaron Judge.

He plays outfield.

I play infield.

- Not till you finish your breakfast.

- [DOORBELL RINGS]

It's Saturday.

How come you have to work today?

Honey, it's just for a few hours.

- I promise, okay?

- Hmm.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Hi!

- Come on in.

Hi.

[LAUGHS]

This town, a good babysitter is hard to come by.