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.
Grandpa, who made the world?
That's a tough one, Sunshine.
Why?
Well, because some folks say God made it,
and others say there was this big bang,
and the world just appeared.
I don't think so.
Who do you think
made the world?
Bob the Builder. That's his job.
Help me!
Oh, my God! Help me!
Get me his shoes.
Sir, can you tell me exactly what you saw?
First he's jabbering nonsense.
Then his belly was bleeding like a...
stuck pig.
Next thing I know, boom, he falls.
So, what did you do?
I grabbed my granddaughter. I ran down.
I got to him. He was still babbling away.
I called 911.
Sir, could you make out what he was saying?
"It's a mistake. It's a mistake."
What have we got?
Name of the victim is Horace Gorman.
On his way to St. Mark's Hospital.
The medics think he'll make it.
Was there any sign of sexual assault?
In a manner of speaking.
Still haven't found the package.
What package?
Mr. Gorman's.
His penis and testicles were cut off.
And they're still missing.
I wish I could tell you, but it happened so quickly.
What's the last thing you remember?
Oh, uh, the train doors opening,
stepping out on the platform.
Then... it's all a blur.
How about the people on the train?
Anyone following you, watching you?
I don't know.
I keep my eyes to myself.
The man that found you said
that you kept saying, "It's a mistake."
What did you mean?
I must've been delirious.
Do you remember hearing
or seeing anything when you were attacked?
Last thing I felt
was something hitting the back of my head.
And then darkness.
Anyone around when you
regained consciousness?
There was a wild man wearing
black rags.
A homeless guy?
Yeah. He was screaming.
Screaming what?
Crazy rants about, uh... a Judas tree.
Then he ran off.
I crawled toward the light, and, uh...
saw what he'd done.
Oh, God.
I'm not a man anymore.
Maybe Mr. Gorman didn't want to be a man anymore.
You think he wanted his johnson hacked off?
Well, Mr. Gorman's doctor said
that the blade that severed his genitals
was very sharp, like a scalpel.
He could have been a member of some cult.
In ancient Rome, priests of the goddess Cybele
would castrate themselves to achieve divine status.
How the hell you know that?
The Internet.
So, either Gorman was snipped by a homeless guy,
or had a voluntary penectomy-- not a word I get to use every day.
What do we know about this guy?
62, single and rich.
Retired at age 30. Dabbles in historic preservation.
You know how he made his fortune?
He invented the games you find
underneath bottle caps.
I never win at that.
They're rigged. It's a scam to sell soda.
Gorman's clean--
no arrests, no history of mental illness.
Even if a butcher did this,
there'd have to be sutures.
He's not going to let him walk out of there bleeding.
Maybe Gorman freaked in the middle of the procedure and left.
I Googled "castrator,"
and up pops this Dr. Amos Dudayev.
He runs a genital chop shop up in Riverdale.
Guys actually pay him to do the deed.
You know, the 2 train runs south from Riverdale.
Gorman could've got clipped by Dr. Weirdo,
then caught the subway home.
Then loses too much blood
and passes out on the subway platform?
He's embarrassed,
so, he blames it all on some homeless guy.
We get the surveillance tapes from Transit yet?
Still waiting.
Olivia, Elliot, see if CSU
has a lead on this homeless guy.
You two pay Dr. Dudayev a house call.
Yes, I castrate men.
Right on this table.
I sterilize first.
I am a doctor.
Can you prove it?
State license to practice medicine.
You're an allergist.
I'm still a doctor.
That doesn't give you license
to relieve men of their peckers.
If you ask me to beat you and I do,
have I committed a crime? No.
Someone wants me to excise their testicles or penis,
it's the same thing.
Is this one of your volunteers?
Never seen him,
but I'd be happy to take a referral.
Gorman's shoes
match the footprints.
We followed them back from the escalator
to the pool of blood
here in this construction area.
So, he gets off the train, homeless guy jumps him,
chops him back here
and skips down the abandoned tunnel.
Unfortunately, this site
is outside the range of the surveillance camera.
Any sign of the, uh, missing goods?
Not yet.
Detectives,
we got some blood drops over here!
Looks like Gorman wasn't lying
about a homeless guy.
Detectives,
we got somebody.
Get your paws off me!
You talk to her.
I'll take a look around.
Hey, put her down. Put her down.
Settle down. Look at me. Look at me.
We're not going to hurt you.
What's your name? Dot.
Hey, Dot, you see anyone
come down here this morning?
I can't tell you. He'd cut my eyes out.
Who will?
Samuel. He sees everything.
No blood.
Hey, Dot, did you see Samuel this morning?
I promise we're not going to say anything if you tell us.
He came running into the tunnel.
His, his hands were all bloody.
He said he got an offering.
What kind of offering?
A human sacrifice.
Dot, where does Samuel live?
Down below.
At the Grand Center.
Samuel's somewhere
in there.
Samuel's been living under Grand Central
for years.
Is he violent?
I wouldn't want to run into him by myself.
His crib is right around here somewhere.
There it is.
Right in there.
Clear.
Elliot, fresh blood.
Oh, God.
What do we have here?
Mr. Gorman's missing parts.
It's him.
Police! Stop! Police!
Cuffs? Yeah.
Why are you in such a hurry there, Samuel?
I can't see!
Why don't you take off those sunglasses?
Stop it! You're hurting me!
You're coming with us, pal.
No, no light!
Not into the light, please!
It'll burn my skin, eat my eyes! Please!
Samuel...
I'm Dr. Huang.
Light, too much light.
You're hurting me.
Is that better, Samuel?
Not Samuel.
My name is Samael.
Lucifer when he was in heaven.
Yes. Before
the fall from grace.
When he was still an angel.
God wants Samael to return to heaven,
but Samael belongs to the darkness.
Does God speak to you, Samael?
No.
He sends his archangel.
She brings me... offerings.
What kind of offerings?
The jewels
of Sodom.
What does this
angel look like?
She wears a white hood,
and she carries
a shining sword.
She cuts the limb
from the Judas tree.
Don't tell me-- Catholic vampire?
I think he has a genetic disorder called porphyria.
That accounts for his light sensitivity
and his abdominal pains.
And the delusions?
Porphyria could be causing that, too.
Well, we got an eyewitness,
and when we found him, he had Gorman's goodies on him. He's our guy.
He's violent, so he's definitely capable,
but the light literally hurts him.
I don't think he would have ventured out onto the subway platform.
Well, what did he do, have a messenger deliver him Gorman's package?
Let's find out. Transit is here with the surveillance tapes.
Here comes the 2 train.
Only one camera on the platform?
Yup. Another's
on the escalators,
but the camera doesn't cover
where your guy got sliced and diced.
There he is. That's your guy.
Hang on. White hood.
That Samuel's angel?
Could be.
He talked to her.
They know each other.
Come on, baby. Show us your face.
Look up. Look up.
Stabler.
That's all I got.
Camera stops there.
She follows him. She knocks him out.
She cuts him up.
There's nobody around to stop her.
Let's find out why Mr. Gorman lied to us.
Well, that was the hospital.
Mr. Gorman just checked himself out,
against medical advice.
See if he went home.
Mr. Gorman?
Mr. Gorman, it's the police.
The guy's got enough newspapers and toilet paper
to last a lifetime.
Mr. Gorman have any women in his life?
Uh, no, he's a confirmed bachelor.
Well, that's funny. He's got wedding photos.
You recognize the wife?
No, I've never seen her.
Elliot...
all these women are different.
Gorman's been spreading the joy around.
The brides are all wearing the same wedding dress.
And the same dog collar.
Oh, my God.
What?
I know her.
How?
She came in to the squad.
She said that she'd been kept in a dungeon by some freak
and forced to marry him.
She was drunk, and I didn't believe her.
Her name is Hilary Barclay.
She came in here about four years ago.
It was a rainy night.
Guy offers her a ride.
She gets in the car.
He kidnaps her.
He keeps her locked up for three months.
And then one day, he just tells her
that she's going home.
He blindfolds her, he drives her around,
and he dumps her.
You checked it out?
There was nothing to check.
All she would give me was
that it was a white older male
driving a dark two-door.
But you didn't buy her story.
I wish I had.
I remember her, Captain.
She was drinkin', druggin', totally incoherent.
With a good reason to make it all up.
She took a drug collar right before her disappearance.
She missed her court date, so judge issued a bench warrant.
Yeah, but she said that the guy forced her
to put on a wedding gown and marry him.
Last known address was a place in the East Village.
Landlord said she moved out two years ago.
No forwarding address.
Her mother is Juliet Barclay.
The supermodel?
Yeah. She now owns an antiquity shop
on Madison Avenue.
Maybe she knows where the daughter is.
Hilary and I are estranged.
So, if this is another of her sob stories,
you're wasting your time.
Hilary didn't come to us.
We're actually looking for her.
Well, I haven't seen or spoken to her in two years.
Has she tried to contact you?
Just once.
I did not reciprocate.
She's still your daughter.
Excuse me?
She's brought me nothing but grief.
She's a junkie.
When she wasn't in and out of rehab or psych wards,
she was stealing from my store,
wrecking my marriages, telling outrageous lies.
My pregnancy ended my modeling career.
Sounds like you never wanted her.
Women didn't have the choice back then.
So, whatever she's done now, it is her problem.
She was kidnapped and raped.
What are you talking about?
That story that she told you four years ago
about being abducted was true.
What crazy lie is she telling now?
We have evidence.
Photos. It happened pretty much the way she reported it.
My God.
She begged me to believe her, and I didn't.
No one did.
Ms. Barclay, do you know how we can find Hilary?
She wrote me a letter last month asking for money.
She's somewhere on the Lower East Side.
I remember you, Detective.
What the hell are you doing here?
We need to talk.
How did you find me?
Your mother, from the letter you sent.
I bet she never read it.
I told her I'm clean now,
and getting my life together,
but she still doesn't want to have anything to do with me.
She wants to talk to you now.
Screw her.
And screw you.
We know you were telling the truth about what happened.
Took you long enough.
So I guess I wasn't so crazy after all, was I?
Hilary, you have every reason to be angry with me.
Yeah, you bet your ass I do.
Now get out.
Hilary,
we need your help.
So you can do nothing again?
I told you all about that man and his dungeon.
He may be holding another woman.
You know who he is?
Yeah, we do. We're looking for him.
Well, what's his name?
How did you find him?
We can't talk about the investigation yet.
Where were you the night before last?
I was at an NA meeting.
Why?
Someone attacked him.
Good.
But he got away.
Hilary, I need you to tell me everything
that you remember
about where he kept you.
He called it his party place.
It was a hellhole.
I thought I'd die there.
I would have killed the son of a bitch,
but he kept a combination lock on the door,
so I never would have gotten out.
What about windows?
There weren't any.
And it was cold
and damp, so I think we were in a basement.
Did you hear anything?
You'll think I'm crazy.
Hilary, believe me, that's the one thing we won't think.
I heard singing,
chanting, in a strange language
like some kind of satanic cult.
He certainly was the devil.
You find anything, John?
Horace Gorman's never walked down the aisle.
He's got no kids we can find.
But for a gentile, he's given a lot of money to the Jews.
Any Jews in particular?
The B'nai Barak Synagogue on the Lower East Side.
He's an architecture freak. He won an award
for funding the restoration of the temple.
Chanting.
From the dungeon.
Hilary said that she heard chanting
in a strange language.
Hebrew.
Hilary must have heard the cantor.
Horace was our savior, if you'll pardon the expression.
Back in '98,
he personally supervised the whole restoration.
Haven't seen him since.
So he had access to the basement.
To the whole shul.
You find him?
No, but I came as soon as I heard.
My folks brought me here once.
They're Jewish?
No, but neither was this place
a couple of hundred years ago.
It was an Episcopal church,
and a major stop on the Underground Railroad.
Explains why he's your biggest donor.
What does hiding slaves have to do with Horace Gorman?
Secret tunnels.
Underground railroad brought slaves to Manhattan,
moved them through these tunnels,
up the Hudson, and on to Canada.
Gorman must have found this place
when he was restoring the synagogue.
Detectives?
We got something here.
Okay. An anomaly on the scope.
There's a void behind that wall.
Maybe another room.
We're through.
A toilet.
A bathtub, microwave.
All the comforts of home.
A bed, TV set.
We got access.
I'll go through the tunnel, see where it goes.
Got a light.
Oh, my God.
Barely got a pulse.
Radio for a bus and get me bolt cutters.
Raise me on the radio
as soon as you get to the hospital.
Elliot, I found the tunnel exit back here.
His own private entrance.
Wait until dark, bring the women down.
Nobody would ever see him.
We hit the jackpot.
The wacko kept diaries.
Our victim's still unconscious,
dehydrated and malnourished.
Won't be able to talk for a while.
Listen to this.
"My first bride is feisty, but I will break her spirit.
She dare not move without my permission."
"How quickly this new wife learned my rules.
She kissed my feet gladly for a crust of bread."
"I am her lord and master.
Her life belongs to me, and she'll beg to keep it."
This guy's sick. He hates women.
But he likes humiliation and control.
And variety.
Different ages, races, body types.
By "marrying" these women, he owns them.
Feels entitled to use them however he wants.
He's a collector. Magazines, toilet paper, women--
it's all the same to him.
Elliot, come here and look at this.
Check out the background. It's plaster walls.
Gorman's dungeon had stone walls.
Same as this one.
Okay, okay.
It looks like Gorman marries his wives in some other place.
This could be where he's hiding out.
The victims might know where he took them.
But they haven't come forward. Do you think he killed them?
He released Hilary.
I'd say he lets them go when he gets bored.
So we got a half a dozen women
who would love to make this guy a falsetto.
Which is why he lied.
He couldn't tell us who sliced him
without giving himself up.a
It's one of these women.
That's why he bolted from the hospital,
because they wanted to shut him up permanently.
Elliott, can I talk to you?
Yeah. What's up, Lauren?
I'm here about a client.
17-year-old runaway who says
some guy raped her in a dungeon.
Her name's Neva.
She called me after she saw the news.
This one.
He said he owned me.
I had to call him "Sir."
If I didn't do exactly what Sir said, he'd kill me.
What else did he want you to do?
Keep diaries.
Of what?
When I ate,
when I peed.
When he...
...had sex with me.
He made me write him love letters.
When did he make you put on the wedding gown?
After I'd been there a while.
He said it was time to get married.
Where was the wedding?
Someplace else.
He blindfolded me,
took me down in the tunnel,
put me in a car.
He took off the blindfold
in the lobby of some ratty hotel.
Anybody see you?
The manager.
But Sir said if I screamed, he'd kill my family.
Then he took me up to the room.
And he called it the honeymoon suite.
He had candles,
flowers, cheap champagne.
Then he took pictures.
Sir said we were man and wife.
He made me drink a toast.
Then he said it was time...
...to consummate the marriage.
And he raped me again.
Could you see anything out the window?
We were facing an alley.
Do you remember hearing any sounds?
Boat horns,
like near the river.
And helicopters.
They seemed real close.
The only chopper pad
on the East Side is off 34th Street.
Real estate around there's too expensive
for a grubby hotel.
What about one of those SROs
near the helipad by Chelsea Piers?
That's got to be it.
Where's Olivia?
She walked out with Hilary a while ago.
We can't wait. Let's go.
Know this guy?
Never seen him before.
A little incentive help your memory?
Show me the money.
How about you keep your teeth?
Okay, he's here, but he's busy.
What room?
213.
Police! Don't move.
What the hell happened?
He was dead when I got here.
What did the ME say?
That he'd been dead less than an hour.
Single stab wound to the chest.
Most likely a smooth-edged knife.
Like the one used to castrate him.
I'm taking the body to the morgue now.
I'll call you as soon as we know.
Are you protecting her?
You think that I'm covering for Hilary?
Where'd you drop her off?
At her mother's.
They're estranged, remember?
Hilary wanted to talk to her.
When'd you leave her there?
A couple hours ago,
and I don't need you interrogating me.
Why didn't you come back to the squad?
Because I had a hunch.
I checked out five hotels,
and this one was number six.
Without backup?
What the hell's the matter with you?
Eliot, don't start with me...
You're out of control...
I never had control of this one, remember?
I lost my judgment.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Get over it.
He said he's looking for a date.
Did anyone report you missing?
No.
Who cares about a lousy...?
So this wasn't the first time...?
I'll be right back.
The women from the wedding albums.
How'd you find them so fast?
They found us.
They saw the story on the evening news.
So when did he snatch them?
Haven't gotten that far...
When did Gorman kidnap them?
After Hilary.
Hold on.
What's going on?
I can't do this anymore.
It's not your fault.
One of those victims must've killed Gorman.
And the worst part is...
none of this would've happened
if I would have just believed Hilary.
These are vulnerable women no one would believe.
You can't control what other people do.
There will always be perps and victims.
You think you need to tell me that?
Only reason I'm standing here
is because my mother let herself get raped.
Let herself? Since when do you blame the victim?
My mother was drunk.
And so was Hilary.
And that's why I didn't believe her.
Now these women are paying for it.
Okay, quit.
Quit.
Throw away the good you've done
and the good you'll do over one mistake.
Let's go.
Where?
To find out which one of our victims killed our rapist.
Tell me which of these women you saw.
I saw no woman. Only an archangel.
Okay, Samuel, is one of these your angel?
Look here.
Is that her?
That's my angel.
Detectives, my daughter's been through quite an ordeal today.
Could we maybe do this in the morning?
We found Horace Gorman.
Thank God.
I want to see him. I need to see him locked up.
He's dead.
He was murdered.
Good.
I hope he suffered.
It's over, Hilary.
Maybe for you.
Detectives, do you know who killed him?
It was you, Hilary.
You're wrong.
No one hated him more than me, but I didn't kill him.
No, no, no, you can't take her. You can't take her!
You can't take her. She's suffered enough already!
Mrs. Barclay, stand over here.
Mom...
Mom, I...
I did it!
Take me.
Mrs. Barclay, do you realize what you're saying?
Yes, I do. I killed the bastard.
I had to protect my daughter.
Let's go.
Mom...
Mom, don't do this. Mom...
Juliet Barclay, you're under arrest This is a mistake!
for the murder of Horace Norman. You're wrong!
You have the right to remain silent. My mother didn't do it!
If you give up that right, anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court of law. Mom?
You have the right to an attorney... Mom?
Horace Gorman murdered my daughter's soul.
And I made it worse by not believing her.
I did what any mother would do.
I spent years blaming her for my problems.
It was time to make things right.
Well, there are a few loose ends here.
Like how'd you know who Gorman was and where to find him?
Last week, Hilary
saw him leaving his apartment building.
She recognized him right away. It was a terrible shock.
She didn't know what to do,
so she came to me.
Why didn't you go to the police?
You didn't listen to her four years ago
when that monster abducted her, did you?
I knew Hilary would never be safe while that man
was alive.
I followed Gorman for a few days,
then I castrated him at the subway station.
I didn't want to kill him
in case he was holding a woman captive.
How'd you know where to find Gorman tonight?
He never went to the dungeon.
He would hang out with these hookers
at that dingy hotel.
When you told Hilary that he'd fled,
I knew where he was.
Why don't you walk us through exactly what happened tonight?
I knocked on his door,
and I asked if he wanted company.
My only though was what he'd done to my daughter.
He let me in, and I...
I stabbed him.
There was so much blood.
What'd you do with the knife?
I threw it just down the sewer,
just a couple blocks from there.
Juliet Barclay's confession
was nothing more than a mother's desperate attempt
to protect her daughter.
Dream on. She was properly Mirandized.
Doesn't matter.
This is the clearest Payton violation I've ever seen.
Is that true, Miss Novak?
Did the police arrest the defendant inside her home?
No, she wasn't arrested
until after she stepped outside her apartment.
She didn't step outside.
She was forcibly dragged by the police.
She wasn't cuffed or restrained.
She was intimidated.
Two armed police officers woke her up
in the middle of night and threatened her daughter
before her eyes.
She volunteered to go to the precinct.
Under extreme duress.
You and your officers
should know better.
Juliet Barclay's confession is out.
My courtroom at 10:00 for jury selection.
Your Honor, I...
Ready to talk plea?
Not on your life.
You don't have anything.
I have the spontaneous admission in the apartment.
Juliet said, and I quote, "I did it."
What more do I need?
Horace Gorman was an evil man who committed unspeakable acts
of violence, depravity and cruelty.
Nothing would've pleased me more
than to convict him and send him to jail
for the rest of his life...
but I can't.
I can't, because this woman took the law into her own hands
and executed Horace Gorman.
Now, some of you may be thinking,
"Hey, good for her," or "You'd do the same
to anyone who'd hurt your child."
We all understand the impulse to take revenge,
but that doesn't mean we should do it.
No one is above the law.
Murder is murder, no matter who commits it...
or why.
Ms. Novak's arguments make sense to me,
and I hope to you.
"Murder is murder, no matter who commits it,"
but ladies and gentlemen,
we don't know who killed Mr. Gorman.
Sure, the DA indicted
my client, but an indictment isn't evidence.
Juliet Barclay may have had a motive to kill Horace Gorman,
but motive isn't evidence...
and if it was, Juliet Barclay is only one
of any number of women with the same motive.
There's one woman
who had more than just the motive
to kill Horace Gorman.
She also had the means and the opportunity.
A woman who knew exactly where
Horace Gorman was hiding,
and went there alone to take her revenge.
A woman with a desperate desire
to see Mr. Gorman pay for his sins
and atone for her own.
That woman is Detective Olivia Benson.
Objection, Your Honor!
Order! Order, or I'll clear the courtroom...
I can't believe Granger's making me a suspect.
You went to the hotel alone.
You were found with the body.
He's trying to create reasonable doubt.
So what the hell do I do?
Fall on your sword.
Meaning what?
You'll admit that you screwed up four years ago
and that you went to the hotel room alone,
then you'll deny you murdered Gorman.
Casey... I-I got to talk to my boss,
see if I can fix this mess.
She didn't even ask me if I did it.
She can't.
Look, if she did, and you admitted killing Gorman,
she couldn't put you on the stand without suborning perjury.
You didn't ask me, either.
I know you didn't.
You'd have shot the bastard.
Hilary said that she'd heard choppers from the hotel.
There's only half a dozen fleabags in the vicinity,
so I decided to check 'em out.
Why not call your partner?
Well, I was going to canvass the desk clerks,
call for backup if I got a photo hit.
The clerk at the Lydia said that he'd seen Gorman come in.
I thought that he might have a woman
up there, so I didn't want to wait and risk her life.
When you entered
the room, what did you find?
Horace Gorman's body
lying on the floor... dead.
Detective Benson...
did you kill him?
No, I did not.
Thank you.
Four years ago, Hilary Barclay came to you
and reported she'd been abducted and raped.
Did you close her case
because you thought she'd made the whole thing up?
Yes.
How many women were abducted
after Hilary told you about her ordeal?
Six. So the abduction, rape, and torture of six women
occurred because you failed to believe Hilary's story.
Those six victims were assaulted
because Horace Gorman was a psychopath.
Whom you failed
to bring to justice.
Is that why you went to the hotel
alone... No.
or so you could redeem yourself
by arresting him on your own,
or so you could kill him without any witnesses?
Objection, Your Honor.
Withdrawn.
Explain why, after finding the body,
you didn't radio your partner.
I was about to when he arrived.
Really? The desk clerk said
there was a ten-minute interval between your arrival
and that of your colleagues, and no one else
went up to the room that night. The desk clerk
was too busy playing cards to notice who arrived.
Answer the question, Detective Benson.
Why didn't you call when you found the body?
'Cause I was stunned! Murder can have that effect
on people, but you know that.
You've murdered twice before,
haven't you?
I shot two suspects who were armed
and about to commit murder.
Two killings and no charges?
I guess the third time's the charm.
You don't think the jury buys Olivia as a suspect?
They don't have to, but it gives them
reasonable doubt about Juliet's guilt.
You going to be able to turn 'em?
I don't know.
Hilary's the defense's first witness.
She'll dirty up Olivia a little more,
and I can't attack her because she's the victim.
So Hilary can lie all she wants?
Yeah, unless I can disprove what she says,
or we can come up with something more concrete.
Will gold do? You got something?
He does. Nick Petracho, forensic metallurgist.
Warner called him in because the murder weapon
scraped against Gorman's sternum
and left microscopic gold particles on the bone.
The knife was made of gold?
Even solid gold's too soft for an effective stabbing implement.
The blade was probably carbon with decorative gold trim.
I used x-ray fluorescence analysis.
Based on the refraction index of the particles,
the gold's 99% pure.
And the other one percent?
Rhodium. Only present as a trace element
in gold mined in Syria dating back hundreds of years.
I'd say your knife is mid-ninth century.
Like one you might find in Juliet's antique shop.
That's it. I sprayed every knife here.
No blood. Was there any way
she could've cleaned 'em with bleach or something?
No, believe me, Luminol will pick up
the most microscopic trace of blood.
Check it out.
Found this under the sink.
It's been cleaned, but the engraving
trapped traces of blood. Congratulations.
Busted. Get this to Warner for DNA analysis.
I need the results in court by morning.
What time did Detective Benson
drop you off at your mother's house
the night Horace Gorman was killed?
Around 10:00. Giving her ample time
to commit the murder before her colleagues
found the body at midnight.
- Objection, Your Honor. - Withdrawn. Your witness.
Hilary, do you believe
Detective Benson killed Horace Gorman?
I know my mother couldn't have. Really?
Then explain why Mr. Gorman's blood was found on an antique
Syrian sacrificial knife in your mother's shop.
Sidebar, Your Honor.
My mother didn't do it.
Don't say another word.
She confessed to save me,
but I did it! I killed Gorman.
Hilary, stop it! No, Mom,
I have to tell the truth.
Stop her! Miss Barclay,
I must advise you...
I need to explain.
Gorman's blood is on the knife
because I took it from the store.
I still had a key.
I... I used to steal things
to sell for drugs.
I killed Gorman.
I castrated him, too.
You don't have to protect me anymore.
The People request a mistrial.
On what grounds?
The defense suborned perjury
when they put Hilary Barclay on the stand.
Patently untrue. I had no idea
Hilary was going to confess.
You have my word as an officer of the court.
Hilary's outburst poisoned the jury.
Well, if the jury finds her confession credible,
then they can make a proper verdict
of Not Guilty. And what if she's lying?
We need time to reinvestigate.
You just want a mistrial so you can try my client again.
That's double jeopardy, Your Honor.
Ms. Novak...
I'm sorry.
I cannot grant a mistrial.
Do you have reasonable doubt as to the defendant's guilt?
At this time...
yes.
Then what is your decision?
The People have no choice
but to dismiss the case against Juliet Barclay.
Very well.
Ms. Barclay, the case against you
is dismissed in the interests of justice.
You are free to go.
Hilary.
Go ahead.
No, you can't take her.
She only did it to save me.
You can't take her.
Hilary Barclay... Please, please...
you're under arrest for the murder of Horace Gorman.
You can't take her.
It's okay, Mom.
I'll be all right. Don't worry about me.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up that right, anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Ready to go home?
Hilary's sound asleep in the cage.
I'm actually going to stay and take her
to Central Booking in the morning.
Look, she made her own choices.
Doesn't mean that I have to feel good
about her going to jail for murder.
She's not.
Juliet's attorney shared this with me.
Venti whole milk latte.
That's what you ordered at the coffee shop
when your mother murdered Gorman.
We saw you on their surveillance tape.
Are you going to arrest her?
We can't.
Double jeopardy.
I don't mind going to jail.
Because you castrated him?
I followed him for days,
waiting for the right moment to kill him.
He saw me on the subway platform.
I said, "I know who you are,"
and that I was going to tell his dirty secret.
He laughed and said, "Go ahead.
No one's going to believe a whoring junkie."
He turned, and I hit him on back of the head,
and I dragged him to the end of the platform...
and he was lying there...
and I had the perfect chance to kill him...
...but then I realized that castrating him
would make him suffer even more.
Then you told your mother what you'd done.
When did you find out that your mother murdered him?
Not until after you came to arrest me.
She did it for me.
She wanted to keep me safe.
I couldn't let her go to jail.
She belongs there.
Now, what happened to you is horrible, and I am sorry,
but nothing gives you the right to lie
or your mother the right to murder.
Well, he'll never torture another woman again...
will he?