Law & Order: Special Victims Unit S10E3 - English Transcript

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. My father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light And he slept with a mermaid one fine night Out of this union there came three A porpoise, a porgy and the other was me "Yo ho ho", the wind blows free Oh, for the life of the rolling sea Get out of my house! Get out! What are you doing here? Hey, Ronda! Ronda, call 911. Tell them we have an intruder. Hey! Hey, that's my shower curtain! Get back here! This crazy *** terrified my family. I want her arrested, now. Sir, we have to locate the suspect first. How hard can that be? She left her clothes behind, and her wallet. You go back in. Liv. Patrol dumped this one on us why? Because the whack job was found naked in the shower? Elliot. Last week, it was because the guy had his Johnson out taking a *** in the alley. What's next? Felony puppy *** in the dog run? Elliot, I called you in. Why? Because your spidey-sense tells you she was a *** victim? Because she's your daughter. Kathleen? Elliot, you can't investigate this. Sure, I can. I'm a cop. Not tonight. You're the parent of a perp. Now, Patrol only gave me the heads-up because they found your business card in Kathleen's wallet. I'm not going to let the precinct squad handle this. I'm going to find Kathleen. Mr. And Mrs. Foster, hi. My partner tells me you've never seen this young woman before? Never. There's got to be a connection between you and her. Are you saying we knew this psycho? Maybe. Maybe you don't realize from where. Do either of you work at Hudson University? No, but our neighbors have a son who goes there, and they had a party in their garden tonight. That was probably how she found her way into your house. She just climbed over the garden wall, saw the window open I'll go talk to the neighbors. There's no reason to believe that this is nothing more than a harmless prank. A prank? She broke into our house, she stripped naked, and she took a shower. My baby was asleep in the next room. She could have been hurt. I can understand that. But there's no reason to believe that this woman is dangerous. It's just a college kid behaving badly. Can I get your name and badge number? Detective Stabler. Now, I get it. You're trying to cover this up. No, no. My daughter would never hurt anyone. Get out. I am so busted. Stupid neighbors are always ratting me out to my parents. Liv. And I'm sure you don't deserve it. Kathleen came back to the party after her shower, but she didn't stay. Where did she go? I already told her. With this dude Porter and a couple of chicks I don't know. I'm waiting for him to text me back. How did it go with the Fosters? I stepped in it. Porter's on his way home to sack out. He said the girls were heading into Riverside Park on 83rd Street. She's got no money. She's got no clothes. Elliot, she's not alone. One of her girlfriends probably took her home. They're all drunk. They're not thinking straight. They'd be waving goodbye to her, if a total stranger came up and offered her a ride home in his van. You can't think like that. Don't talk to me like I'm a civilian. Hey. There's somebody on the playground. Kathleen! Daddy! It's so cool you're here. Come on! You've got to come try it! If you tilt your head back, it looks like you're floating in outer space, like an astronaut above some freaky planet. Come on! I don't think so, honey. Hey, Olivia. You want to come play? That's probably not the best idea, sweetie. Come on. But Let's go. But I don't want to go. I'm having so much fun. I don't want to go. I don't I don't want to I don't want to talk about it, Dad. That's not an option. Fine. Yell at me. I don't care. Kathleen, I don't want to fight with you. But You're in a lot of trouble, here. You broke into someone's house. I didn't break in. The window was open. That Don't try and play me. You know legally it's a crime. You going to lock me up? I'm going to try and fix things so that they don't get worse. But you've got to tell me what happened. I took some pills. What kind of pills? I don't know. Who gave them to you? Some girl. How long have you been using? It was the first time I tried anything harder than ***. I swear, Dad. I'm sorry. I really screwed up, again. It's going to be okay, honey. I'm going to fix this. I made you some hot cocoa. Thanks, Mom. Where are you going? To find out who's pushing pills at Hudson. Last week, I came home, she was painting the room. She said she wanted to live inside the sun. I never know who I'll find her with. Could I have the names of the guys that she's dating? I don't know those losers' names. And I wouldn't call it dating. They do drugs? Not in front of me. Who's the girl who's giving her pills? Why are you asking me? I don't do that stuff. I don't hang out with people who do, like your daughter. She was my best friend. We used to stay up all night, cramming for Chem, eating ice cream. And then she stopped going to class, or even coming home. When I asked her to study with me, she called me a geek. Julia She's in trouble. Please help me. There's this girl named Mikki Braithwaite. Mikki Braithwaite? It's the big bad wolf. What can I do for you, Officer? I'm Kathleen Stabler's father. And you're here to tell me I'm a terrible influence on Daddy's little girl? Get lost. Get lost. Get out of here. Kathleen is screwed up on drugs. So? You're her friend. Try giving a damn. Get a life, Pops. Let go of me, you pervert! You're hurting me! Hey, you can't touch my stuff. Yeah? Watch me. What's this? My tampons. You want one? Told you. Well, that looks like *** to me. You're in a world of hurt, girl. No, you are, Detective Stabler. I'm undercover. Well, why don't you prove that one to me, Officer Mikki? It's Nikki. Detective Nikki Brisling, Manhattan South Narcotics, Shield 9598. Now, let's dance. Make it look real, or my cover's blown and my captain will have your *** for breakfast. I've been undercover at Hudson since the start of the fall term. Someone's moving some major weight through campus. I read about the two ODs. Three, actually. So Narcotics sent me in. Lucky me. I get to suffer through Beowulf all over again. And hang with my kid. She tell you I was on the job? Yeah. And you worked her anyway. Not as a target. She's not dealing, Detective. Just using. What's she on? Coke and downers. She gets real high, and uses *** to smooth out the crash. Get her into rehab. By next semester, she'll be back in school getting straight A's. Who's dealing at Hudson? I can't tell you that. And you know better than to ask Really? I have a right to know. You give out sensitive intel to the parents of kids you collar? El. What? Your wife's downstairs and she's upset. Kathy, what's wrong? She's gone. Kathleen's gone. What do you mean, she's gone? What happened? She said she was hungry, so I made her a sandwich, and when I took it up to her room, she'd snuck out the window and down the oak tree. What the hell were you thinking? Why didn't you just stay with her? Don't blame this on me. We'll find her. We'll find her. Maybe she went back to Hudson. No. I don't think so. She's got some tension with her roommate. Where do we start? I have an idea. Who's she? It's a long story. What have you got? There's an abandoned dry cleaners on 2nd and A where Hudson students hang out and get high. What's back there? What the hell are you doing? Police! Whoa! Whoa! She picked me up in a bar. Shut up. Kathleen. Kathleen. Kathleen! Kathleen! She's OD'd. What's she on? I don't know. She took a bunch of pills. We had to sedate her. After we pumped her stomach, she became very agitated. Your daughter is very sick. You mean she's a junkie. No. She's self-medicating on street drugs to cope with her illness. What's wrong with her? Well, based on her behavior and the history you gave us, Kathleen's drug and alcohol abuse, the hyper-sexuality, the DWI, the credit card she stole, we think it's bipolar disorder. My daughter's not crazy. I didn't say she was crazy. I said she's sick. How can we help her? BPD can be managed with medication. Once we get her on lithium, the chances are good that she can lead a normal life. I can't do this. No. Don't go. I need some air. Whatever you're going to say, don't. Something's come up. Can it wait? No. All right. What is it? The owners of the house that Kathleen broke into filed a complaint. Well, I saw that coming. Not against you. On Kathleen. They claim some jewelry is missing. A diamond pendant. Kathleen was wearing a diamond pendant when we found her on the playground. Cubic zirconia. I gave that to her for her 18th birthday. Maybe the homeowners are trying to pull an insurance scam, you know? They're using the break-in to file a false claim. It wouldn't be the first time, but, unfortunately, their lawyers have lodged a complaint with the D. A. 's office, demanding her arrest. I can't help you. My office may prosecute your daughter. It's a misdemeanor. It's criminal trespass, at best. It's a felony now. That necklace was worth a lot of money. Kathleen's looking at grand larceny three, burg two. How about if I talk to the homeowners? They're claiming you used your badge to sweep this under the rug. No, no, no. Look, I would have done the same thing even if Kathleen weren't my daughter. Really? How many junkie thieves you let slide recently? Look, if they've got a beef with me, they can bring me up on charges. Kim, my daughter is in a bad way right now, but she's a good kid. So I hear, Elliot. But my hands are tied. What do you mean? There are alternatives. Drug treatment, counseling. You cut deals every day out of here. Yeah, but I can't discuss that with you. I've said too much already. I've got to do something. Get Kathleen a good lawyer. I won't let her go to Rikers. The doctor says she's mentally ill. Hypothetically speaking, if a defendant has a diagnosed psychiatric condition, she can't be arrested if she's admitted to a mental health facility. Your new A. D. A. Is a smart cookie. Loony bin's the safest place to hide from the long arm of the law. I have to say, Elliot, I'm surprised you called me. My daughter needed a shark. You're the deadliest one I know. Thanks. Look, if I can get the necklace back, you think we could do some horse trading? Maybe swap it for a walk? Don't. If you admit Kathleen has the necklace, then you're handing them the evidence to convict her on the larceny charge. Let me introduce you to Kathleen. Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, you're not going at her without me in there. I'm not going at her at all. I'm on your side this time. Try to remember that. I will. I'm still going in there. Only if you want to be called as a witness against your daughter. You know a third party in the room nullifies attorney-client privilege. Don't worry. I'll be gentle. Elliot Detectives Jawarski and Corman from the D. A. 's squad. Sorry for your troubles, but we've got to take her in. She's being admitted as a psych patient. Smart move. It's not a game. I'm not crazy! Hey, honey. Honey. Go back inside, baby. No! This *** wants to lock me up. No, no, no, no, no, no. They do. Fine. Take me away, boys. You don't understand what you're doing. I'm not going to the nut house. You're going if I have to commit you myself. You can't. Kathleen's 19. Legally, it's her choice. She's in no shape to make that decision. The doctor said she's not a danger to herself or others. Without showing homicidal or suicidal behavior, they cannot forcibly commit her. Told you. I brought you here to help me with her. She's my client, Elliot. Not you. I've got to respect her wishes, even if I don't agree with them. Come here. Come here. Listen to me. Listen to me. They're going to take you down to Central Booking. Arraignments are down for the weekend. That means you're going to be in a cell with the *** of the earth until Monday morning. Do you understand that? So? You sure you don't want to listen to your dad? I'm sick of him telling me what to do. This is my life! Kathleen Stabler, you are under arrest for burglary and grand larceny. Detective, step back. You want to do something about your partner, here? Elliot. You've got to let this play out. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be Listen to me. I'll go with her. And I will stay with her as long as I can. Okay. Breathe, you two. She's fine. You saw Kathleen? I just came back from Central Booking. She's entertaining the entire holding cell. The hookers really love her version of I Will Survive. She's manic. But she's perfectly safe. She's okay until arraignment. And then what? The D. A. 's amenable to a lesser charge, but the victims are out for blood. What's the game plan? Kathleen refuses to admit that she has a mental illness, so the psych defense is out. We'll have to go on the offensive. Put the victims on trial. It's good, isn't it? Wait, I don't understand. The homeowners claim Kathleen broke in, but the husband went next door to complain about the music. He could have met Kathleen at the party, snuck her inside his house for a little shower scene. The wife wakes up. He concocts the intruder story, so he wouldn't have to explain the naked girl in his bathroom. You want to lie to the judge? We don't know what happened that night, Kathy. Kathleen knows. Why don't you ask her? I don't want the truth. I just need a plausible story that gives the jury reasonable doubt. You're constantly complaining about the dirty tricks that defense attorneys play, and now you want to do the same thing? That's work. This is about Kathleen. No. This is about you. Don't go there. I'm not going there. Don't go there. Hey, now, is there some history here? Some skeletons in the closet I should know about? Bipolar disorder runs in families. If we could show the court that Kathleen is predisposed to BPD, then the judge might consider alternative sentencing. Right. Psychiatric treatment instead of jail. Yes. But it will only happen if Kathleen admits she's sick. She won't. She won't. Or, we can show a family history. It's up to you, Elliot. Coming, Gladys. They won't mind if I'm five minutes Elliot. Hi, Mom. Well, come in. Come in. I just have to make one phone call. Sit down. Just toss the magazines. Gladys? Bernadette. I can't go with you today. No, no, no. It's okay. It's okay. My son is here. Right. Okay. I'll talk to you. Okay, that's done. I'll just get some lemonade. No, I'm fine, Mama. I'll be right with you. It's hot as Hades out there. I hope you have air-conditioning. But you know, the ocean air is so wonderful. I just I can't bring myself to shut it out. It's so wonderful to see you, Elliot. You look great. How long has it been? I don't know. A couple of years. You didn't call me when Eli was born. Kathy did. Yeah. How is everyone? Everyone's fine. Nope. You're lying. I can always tell. You squint. Kathleen got arrested. But you're taking care of it? Well, I'm trying. I mean You know a lot of people. You can pull strings. I mean, people who can help. I need your help. Mine? You haven't asked me for my help since I taught you how to ride a bicycle. Mama Kathleen, she's got emotional problems. Little Katie I don't believe it. The doctor says she's bipolar. She's manic depressive. Doctors? Those idiots. She's just high-spirited. She gets it from me. That's why I'm here. Why? I need you to talk to the judge. And say what, exactly? That you have problems, too. Me? That's ridiculous. Mom, you know what I'm talking about. No. What The mood swings. Your ideas. The crazy ideas. What crazy ideas? Mama Hitchhiking to Santa Fe to meet Georgia O'Keeffe. Well, the woman was a genius. The cops saw you on the side of the BQE, picked you up in your slip. Well, I was wearing it as a cocktail dress. When I was 10, you wanted to go to Paris to be a painter. But I am a painter. Look, they sell my work on the boardwalk. You took me to the airport and tried to buy tickets with your Macy's card. That was the only credit card your father would allow me to have. And when Dad picked us up at JFK No, it was Idlewild Every time he brought you back home, you got into bed and you stayed there for a month. Yeah, because I was upset. Because he was always trying to crush my dreams. They're fantasies. "Fantasies. " You're just like your father. All buttoned up. No imagination. No spirit. But if anything is just a little out of the ordinary, it scares you to death, doesn't it? Anything that doesn't fit into your neat little boxes, you just can't take it. Mom, this is not about me. I need you to help your granddaughter, Kathleen. Well, just help her yourself. Just go tell the judge that your mother's nuttier than a fruitcake. Mom, I need you to talk to the judge. Mom. Mom, don't walk away from me. I need some air. Mom. Mom Look, I didn't come here to upset you. You didn't? I just want to help Kathleen. Mom Are you sure they're right? The doctors? I'm sure. Was I a bad mother? No. Well, then, how come I haven't seen you for the last three years, huh? Every time I go to the city, I see Kathy and the kids, but you're never home. Mom, it's the job. Things come up. I've gotta do overtime. I heard that line for 27 years. Every time your father didn't want to do something, he suddenly had to pull a double. You've been avoiding me. I'm avoiding you? Yes. The minute Dad dies, you sell the house and leave town, and I'm avoiding you. Well, what was I supposed to do? Spend the rest of my life on my knees, saying my rosary and praying for his immortal soul? Well, he sure as hell needed it. And then some. That life wasn't for me. I felt like I was suffocating. Like I would I would die if I spent another minute there. Here, at least, I can breathe. You couldn't breathe around your son? You didn't need me. Until now. You're wrong. I always needed you in my life. But it wasn't your life. It isn't your life. You're living your father's life all over again. If you could only find a way to be your own man I knew this was a mistake. Hey, you wanted to be an architect! Do you remember that? Hey, wait a minute. I didn't want to be an architect, I wanted to be a cop. Oh, no. You were very talented. You used to build the most amazing buildings with your blocks and your Legos. I was eight years old. I was eight years old. You would sketch these fantastic I was eight years old! cities with skyscrapers going up to the heavens. It was kid stuff. It was your passion! What happened to it? Where did it go? Into responsibilities. Into taking care of my children. I don't have the luxury of staying in bed for a month when things don't go my way. Okay, I'm sorry. Listen to me. Please, help me. Please, help me. Just admit you're sick, please. Elliot If you could just take a deep breath, smell the ocean air. Feel the sun on your face, the wind. The sand beneath your Oh, I know. Let's build a sandcastle. Okay? Like we used to when you were little. Remember that summer that we I'd rented a cottage in Wildwood for the whole summer? And you used to come out every morning and start digging. And then, by sunset, you'd have this whole metropolis. And then, you'd cry like a baby when the tide came and washed it all away. Do you know what I remember about that summer? The night you told Dad you were leaving us. Do you remember that? No. You were running around, shouting how you needed to be free. You know, we're going to need some shells for the windows. When Dad picked me up in his arms, you ran off and got his gun. You threatened to kill yourself. Do you remember that? Oh, yeah, and some pebbles for the moat. Do you remember him laughing at you, because it was only the millionth time that he'd heard that from you? And when I cried, you lifted up the revolver and you shot at us. I know. We'll need seaweed for Rapunzel's hair, hanging down from the tower. I remember that crazed look on your face. This is going to be good. I wondered why you hated us so much, you wanted us dead. Come on, Elliot, we need sticks for the drawbridge. Stop it. Stop it. What? Why did you do that? It's okay. I can do it again. Goodbye, Mom. I want to apologize for what my daughter did. Save your breath. A pretty speech isn't going to make me drop the charges. I didn't expect it to. It was Ronda's great-grandmother's. She'll be happy to have it back. Kathleen took it. What you just told me could put your daughter behind bars. Yes. It's the only way to save her. "Docket ending 0401. "People of the State of New York v. Kathleen Louise Stabler. " How does the defendant plead? Sorry, not guilty. Bail? The People request remand, Your Honor. The defendant's a flight risk. A 19-year-old girl, whose police officer father is in the courtroom, ready to guarantee her continued appearance? Please. She already absconded from her parents' care. It's pre-arrest. That's a family matter. Your Honor, this is a classic case of overcharging. It's a misdemeanor, at best. She stole a diamond necklace. That's a felony. The victim's property was recovered from the defendant by her own father. Elliot? Dad? I hate you. I hate you! Order! Kiss my ***, ***. Order! Remove the defendant! Don't touch me. No, Daddy, Daddy! Help me! Help me! They're hurting me! Daddy! What the hell did you do? She needs help. You think that's what she's going to get at Rikers? Why didn't you come to me? You were trying to get her off. Isn't that what you hired me to do? Well, I changed my mind. If she says she's not going to the hospital, she'll be forcibly medicated in jail. You ***! Kathy called? Yeah. I'm in the doghouse with her. Yeah. And you, too? Elliot We've been partners for 11 years. You know everything about me. Even the parts that I'd rather forget. How come you never told me about your mother? It never came up. You made sure it never came up. Well, Liv, what do you want me to tell you? Things happen, I deal with it, I move on. I'm not going to wallow in it. Elliot, let me tell you something. Bottling it up inside hasn't worked for you. And neither has beating up perps, or walls, or garbage cans. Kathleen may be sick, but you're the one with the problem. I'm through the looking glass here, Liv. I never thought I'd see my daughter locked up, or glad she's in Rikers. Well, it sounds like you've got it all worked out. It was the only option I had. Can I warm that up? Yes, thank you. Olivia Benson? I never thought we'd meet. Mrs. Stabler, thank you for coming. Bernie. Please. I haven't been "Mrs. " anything for an awfully long time. What can I get for you, hon? I'll just have some water, please. Well, I can see why you scare the pants off of Kathy. I was always grateful that there weren't women in the Department in my day. Of course, Joe made do with chasing nurses. Thank you. And does he ever talk about me? Today was the first time. I've always thought that I was dead? Yeah. My boy plays it pretty close to the vest. Gets that from his father. I wanted to talk to you about First, let me show you something, okay? There. That was the Thanksgiving Day pageant. He was a carrot. Yeah. I made that myself, out of orange felt and green feathers. I remember his father saying, "Well, at least he's not a fruit. " The youngest picture I've ever seen of Elliot is the day he entered the Academy. That's because he's erased his childhood. See, I I made certain choices, and I lost my son. Thank you for showing me the photos. Well, it was It was selfish. I just needed you to know. Know what? That I tried to be a good mother. Elliot is a good man. And I know him well enough to know that he didn't get it from his father. Thank you for that, dear. See He was always embarrassed about my flamboyance. He would have liked a more conventional mother. So, you were always different. Yeah. My mother used to call me a "flibbertigibbet. " I've been accused of being impulsive, irresponsible, flighty. And those are just the "G" rated words. But you never saw a doctor? In my day, eccentricity was tolerated. You know, now, they've got a pill for everything. Did you ever try medication? Once. I I had a fight with Joe, and his gun went off. He had me committed. And they tied me down, and they forced pills down my throat. I felt like an empty shell, like someone had reached inside of me and scooped out my soul. And I would rather be dead than go to that place again. You know? I mean, I am what I am. I accept myself, and I live life on my own terms. But you pay a pretty steep price. Yeah, well, maybe I do. But it's my life, and I'm not going to go parading myself in front of some court, and announce to the world that I'm crazy. But would you do it for your granddaughter? Grandma B? My little Katie. Come here, baby. You got two, three minutes, and then I gotta get her back. Okay. I owe you big time. I can't believe you're here. Well How could I miss the opportunity to see how ravishing you are in DayGIo? I understand you've been getting yourself into all kinds of trouble, huh? Are you going to yell at me, too? Me? Your partner in crime? Remember Remember when we took your grandfather's fedora for the snowman? And his last Cuban cigar? He was pretty pissed. Yeah. But you told him to get stuffed. Yeah, well, I was trying not to curse in front of you. As if the "F" bomb doesn't get dropped at my house. Usually at me. Grandma, do you think I'm crazy? Do you feel crazy? I don't know. It's like the world is full of these tingling force fields, and everything I touch makes me shimmer. Yeah. And then Sometimes just the thought of getting out of bed makes you so tired, you feel like you need a 12-hour nap? Yeah. Well That's the price we pay for greatness, honey. The higher you fly, the farther you fall. Well, this time I crashed and burned. Dad hates me. No. He doesn't hate you. Believe me. If he hated you, he'd just walk right out of your life. I'm in jail. He put me here. No. You put yourself here. So, you came here to tell me you agree with him? In 1969, there was this amazing snowstorm. It was a blizzard. Everybody was snowbound for days. Everyone except me and your father. I drove us into the city. We were the only car on Broadway. It was just glorious. I drove faster and faster. I felt like I was driving a magical sleigh. Your father was scared. He kept shouting, "Stop, Mommy. Stop. " But I was chasing snowflakes. So many beautiful snowflakes. Until I chased one into a lamppost. I totaled the car. And I broke your daddy's arm. He never told me that story. No. He never told anybody what really happened. See, we all make mistakes, Katie. There's no shame in that. But you do have to take responsibility for your actions. I've done a lot of bad stuff, too. With boys. You're a beautiful girl. Boys have always liked you. They just wanted sex. And I gave it to them. A lot of them. Even ones I didn't know. When I think about it, it makes me want to die. Honey There's nothing we can do about the past. But you can start fresh tomorrow. How? By hugging the ones who love you, even when you think that they might not want it. It's time. Wait. You didn't answer my question, Grandma. Do you think I'm crazy? I think you're different. Like me. I've lived the life I wanted to live, and I've paid a terrible price. Okay. Now you have to do something for me. Anything. Don't tell him I was here. How do you plead, Miss Stabler? Guilty, Your Honor. The People have agreed to accept a pre-indictment plea to the lesser included misdemeanor. And in return, the defendant has agreed to enter inpatient psychiatric treatment. Are the victims on board? They are. Miss Stabler, are you prepared to cooperate with your doctors? Yes. I know I have a problem, and I want to get help. I'll take medication. I will accept the guilty plea. If the defendant completes her treatment, the charge will be dismissed. I want to see you back here in six months for a status check. What the hell just happened? Maybe God remembered how cute you were as a carrot.