.
- 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.
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
- [chuckles]
All right, I will see you later.
[kisses]
both: Adios.
- I love you. - Adios.
- Bye. Bye, papi.
- Bye, sweetie. - Adios, mi amor.
- Bye, sweetie.
Bye.
- I don't wanna go.
- Come on, Noah. School is fun, right?
You got Teddy with you. You're all good.
- Lucy wouldn't make me go. I wish she was my mommy.
- What did you say?
- I wish Lucy was my mommy.
- Well, kiddo, looks like you're stuck with me.
[cell phone rings]
Hold on, babe.
Just give me a second.
Benson.
What?
Okay. Yes?
Noah!
Watch out! [tires screech]
[horn blares]
- [crying] Mommy!
- Noah. It's okay, baby.
It's okay, sweetheart.
You're okay.
You're okay, my love.
You're okay.
Oh, honey. You're okay.
[soft music]
*
- [grunts]
[tense music]
*
- Buenos dias, pendejo.
*
[cell phone rings]
- Benson.
Yes?
What? Is he okay?
Uh, no.
Uh, no, I'm sure.
If Noah was bruised,
I definitely would have noticed it.
Is he okay? Is he in pain?
Okay, so maybe it was another student.
Okay, well, maybe he just fell.
[elevator dings]
[soft music]
*
Uh, I'm sorry. I have to go.
- Guess what I caught.
A couple of snapper, a sailfish,
and one fat-assed flounder.
- Damn. - Bottom feeder, huh?
- Raped three women that we know about,
and then he bolted before we could arrest him.
- Most people just call me Byron.
- Didn't I tell you to shut your face?
The whole way home, he's yapping about old times.
- Detective Benson. How are you?
- A lot better now.
I hope. - Yeah.
There he was just strolling down the pier
in Havana.
Didn't even put up a fight.
- Okay. Interrogation one.
- I look forward to catching up.
*
Sand and sun.
Cuba. What's not to like?
They should put that on their travel posters.
- Oh, yeah.
You know, personally, I find it morally reprehensible
that an American would give a nickel to the Castros.
- The people, detective.
With all they've been through, they still have hope and heart.
My wife, my child.
[laughs] I'd show you photos, but--
- We're a little lacking in heart at the moment.
- You never quite understood me.
- I never wanted to.
- Did I tell you how much I missed you, Detective Benson?
- It's Lieutenant.
- Good for you.
- You missed me so much, maybe you shouldn't have run.
- Ah, well, when the wanderlust strikes,
a man simply has no choice.
- And the three women that you raped,
they didn't have much choice, either.
- This is what makes life worth living.
The verbal give and take, the push and pull;
the heave and ho keeps a man on his toes.
- Well, had you stuck around for another 24 hours,
you'd know that your DNA matches
all three victims.
- I've always had a good sense of timing.
- I should wipe that smug right off your face.
You shattered the lives of three innocent human beings.
- And I suppose your sanctimonious crap
fills their days... - Okay.
- With sunshine and light!
Now, let me guess.
You sent them cards on Christmas
for two years. Three, tops.
But then you got a little busy.
Who doesn't?
So you said to yourself, "You know what?
"I'll make sure I hit their birthdays this year.
They'll appreciate that more."
But this and that came up.
A PBA conference here, a co-op meeting there.
And these three devastated human beings disappeared
from your thoughts like a puff of smoke
in a windstorm.
What the hell?
The sun will come up tomorrow,
and you'll have another victim or two to empty
that goopy stuff you're pouring out of your heart.
- You done?
- For now.
- 'Cause it seems like you've really given that
a lot of thought.
- Well, thanks to you, I've had a lot of time.
- So, we've got you cold, Mr. Marks.
How about you confess, hmm?
Save us all a lot of time?
- I suppose this is where I ask for a lawyer.
- What happened to the old heave and ho?
- Time and place, detective. Time and place.
[dramatic music]
*
- Is there a limitations problem?
- The rapes were forcible. He used an eight-inch blade.
- He fled the jurisdiction
before the lab could test his DNA.
- Are there any problems with the arrest?
- I thought we were supposed to be on the same team.
- Do you know how many six-year-old cases dry up,
turn to dust, and blow to the four corners
by a reasonably competent defense attorney?
- Not this one. - Okay.
So Byron Marks met his vics at various farmers' markets.
He charmed them, he, you know, carried their bags--
- Then the charming son of a bitch
threatened to cut their breasts off
if they didn't enjoy their afternoon.
- Lovely. Tell me how you caught him.
- I was on vacation in Havana.
Marks didn't resist.
After I related his CV to the local authorities,
they were happy to assist me in bringing him home.
- You buying that?
- I am.
- I'll arraign the bastard.
Reopen the case.
*
- It was so long ago.
- Honestly, I thought you would have, um,
reacted differently.
- I thought so too.
Maybe you shouldn't have, I don't know,
gone to the trouble.
- Marks forced you to have sex with him at knifepoint.
- Look, it's my problem, and I'll live with it.
Just like I have to live with everything every day.
I know I don't mean much to people.
You know it too; it's why it took you six years
to get around to my case.
- No, but we never stopped looking for him.
- You shouldn't have wasted your time.
- We can subpoena you.
- You know what, Joyce?
Thank you. We'll be going now.
*
- Good shot, Khalil!
And his daddy played junior college.
- Oh. - He ran off.
I can't even blame him.
I mean, if I were a man,
why would I wanna be with someone--
- You were sexually assaulted by an animal, Keesha.
That has nothing to do with you.
- That's what the lady doctor at the ER said.
That's what Detective Benson said.
What you said.
Easy words to say, but you all get
to go home at night.
The next day, you move on to the next case.
Truth is, words are useless without time.
A lot of time.
- We need you to testify.
- No way that's gonna happen.
Things are good for me now.
I'm not gonna let that man take up
any more of the time I got left.
*
- Tell me that doesn't piss you off.
We finally catch this prick, and they tell us
that we wasted our time?
- Marks was one of my first cases at SVU,
and he still--he still ranks on my top ten despicable list.
- Makes him a lot scummier than I thought.
- Yeah, and he was one of the first stops
in this investigation,
and I... I knock on his door,
and he invites me in,
and he makes me feel, like, completely at home.
- Yeah, with the fake charm, and the--
- No, but see, that's it. It's not fake.
It's real.
I mean, he really is that charming.
[laughs]
You know, he was so charming,
I could have invited him back
to meet mom and dad after a high school dance.
Yeah, I could have been one of those women.
I got a badge and a gun.
And still, that bastard changed
the way I look at the world.
*
- Please don't tell me he's dead.
- No, Karla. We got him.
- Who's there?
- An early Christmas present.
- All right, in here?
- They're cops. - Uh...
- They're here about that thing I told you about.
The rape, baby. They caught the bastard.
- Whoop-di-doo.
- Okay, so, we are gonna reopen the case.
And, you know, Karla, with your testimony, we really--
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- No, no. It's how it works, Frank.
Without the evidence, they've got no case.
I am the case.
- Not anymore, you're not.
- Excuse me, sir, but this is not your decision.
- She's my wife. That makes it my decision.
Like I'm gonna let her embarrass us in front
of Mikey and Joe and the guys?
- I want him in prison.
- And I don't want you humiliated.
There were other girls, right?
- Right-- - And if so, go let them do it.
- Actually, Karla's all we've got.
- You see, baby?
Those girls got their heads screwed on right.
Nobody wants their name in the paper,
their face on the news.
- But that's not what we're talking about.
We're talking about what's best for you, Karla.
I--I know what you went through.
- Maybe he's right.
- Well, maybe the light in the refrigerator
stays on when I shut the door, but I wouldn't bet on it.
- Frank knows what's right.
- You can let yourselves out.
*
- An oh-fer.
We'd have better luck starting the Byron Marks fan club.
- Look, it's upsetting, but it's not surprising.
- Yeah, I tried to explain that to him.
- Look, I know. I'm sorry. It's just, I'm Italian.
Revenge is one of our three major food groups.
- Well, we've got the grand jury testimony from six years ago.
- Right, and it's hearsay, and it's worthless.
So let's let it sink in for a couple of days,
and then I'll talk to them.
- Six years, they've done all the thinking
they're gonna do.
- Looks like you shouldn't have blown your vacation.
- How much fish can you eat?
- Fin.
Are you still sticking to the coincidence story?
- No reason to change it now.
- You know, I just find it a little hard to believe,
that with all the police and the FBI resources,
plus the U.S. Marshals, that you happen to just stumble
upon Marks sitting on a pier in Havana.
- I'd rather be lucky than good.
- So what shocks me is that he didn't put up a fight.
- I may have had a little help.
- Should I ask who?
- Better you don't.
- [sighs]
Karla.
*
Karla.
I'm surprised to see you.
- I'll testify.
- I thought your husband said he didn't want--
- Screw him.
I want to nail that son of a bitch.
.
- Case ending 90056.
"People v. Marks, Byron T."
Charge is rape in the first degree, one count.
- How do you plead?
- If I may, Your Honor.
Exactly which people are we talking about?
I know that we're not talking about me.
I just met Mr. Marks.
Can't be you. That would be patently unfair.
- Very funny, Mr.--
- Dworkin, Randolph J.
I know Mr. Barba doesn't much care for my client.
- Recall the case, Mr. Goldberg.
This time with a little more specificity.
- "The People of the State of New York vs. Marks, Byron T."
- That's a lot of people.
Wow, you must be a real S.O.B.
- Can I assume your client is pleading Not Guilty?
- Gee, I don't know.
With 20 million people against him,
can they all be wrong?
- [whispers] - What can I say?
My client is more of a gambler than I am.
- Not Guilty, Your Honor.
- The People request the defendant be held
without bail.
- Mr. Dworkin? - I don't know.
I'm still hung up on that 20 million people.
- You really should get some new material, Mr. Dworkin.
This is merely an arraignment.
- Do you oppose the People's request
to hold your client without bail?
- I oppose this entire proceeding,
but I'll settle for my client being released
on his own recognizance.
- He's a violent felon who's already fled
the jurisdiction once.
- The People's request is granted.
The defendant is remanded.
- Since when do you come to an arraignment?
- I just wanted to make sure it sticks this time.
What was that clown show in there?
- Randy Dworkin's anything but a clown.
- I never heard of him.
- That's because he spends most of his time in Federal Court,
which is appropriate,
considering he clerked for Scalia.
- So why would a guy like that defend a scumbag
like Marks in state court?
- That's what worries me.
*
- So, he has a bruise.
He's a kid.
- Yeah, I'm just following the rules.
- Of course, but I'm--I'm sorry,
I thought we--I thought we cleared this up yesterday.
- We did, but, um, the school nurse
questioned Noah.
- Yes, and he said that it was nothing.
- Actually, he didn't.
Look, there's no easy way to say this,
Lieutenant Benson,
but Noah says you gave him the bruises.
- I'm sorry?
Noah said that I gave him the bruise--
I'm--I find that a little hard to believe.
- Your job-- it must be stressful.
- Uh, yes. It is, actually.
Very stressful.
And I don't see what that has to do with anything.
- It's just that, you know, stress can cause people
to act out physically.
- [sighs] Oh.
Wow. Um, Mrs. Smiley, I'm--
I can assure you that I am not one of those people.
This is a big misunderstanding and a miscommunication.
- Well, tell me about Noah's father, then.
- He is deceased.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
He does care a lot for Lucy.
- Yes, who is his nanny.
What's not to like?
Uh, please don't go where I think you're going with this.
All I can say to you is that this is a huge misunderstanding
and a huge mis-- miscommunication.
And-- and I--
- You're probably right.
I just had to see it for myself.
- Yeah.
- I'm sure you understand.
- [laughs]
*
Oh, damn it.
- Maybe you've had enough of that?
- It's not the caffeine.
- You need somebody to listen?
- I can handle it. I--
- Sure, you can, but sometimes--
- Here. I got it, thanks.
- You okay?
- I got called in to Noah's school today
about this mysterious bruise on his arm.
- Maybe he fell off the swings.
- That's what I said, but apparently Noah
told the school nurse a different story.
- Noah said that you--
- Yeah.
I have no idea what's going on.
I don't know if he's mad,
if he's acting out, but...
- I'm sure it's nothing.
- Yeah, me too. It's just so weird.
The whole time she's asking me questions,
all I could think of is,
"I'm the one who asks the questions."
- Hmm.
[soft music]
*
You know you're a good mom, Liv.
So if anyone says different, they'll have to answer to me.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- Where's Fin?
- He's gone for the night. Why?
- Well, I just found out why he showed up at Marks' arraignment.
So, uh, Defense counsel, the always entertaining
Randy Dworkin, just filed a Motion
to dismiss the charges against Byron Marks.
- Is it viable? - I don't know.
Did Detective Tutuola kidnap Mr. Marks or not?
- What if he did?
- We're screwed.
.
- The arresting officer traveled to another sovereign country,
invaded its sovereign borders, and grabbed up a resident
in violation of its sovereign laws.
- Counsel failed to mention that the resident in question
is a serial rapist.
- I don't know that. You don't know that.
Nobody knows what he is until 12 ordinary citizens
sitting in that box tell us.
- Great, so let them tell us. That's what we want, a trial.
- Aha, there's the rub.
Tell me, how can an indisputably
illegal act performed in another country
by an American police officer magically give birth
to a valid trial here?
If Detective Tutuola did what he did in New Jersey--
or Brooklyn, even-- it would be considered
an illegal arrest, and the entire mess
would be tossed.
- You're saying I should put Detective Tutuola on trial?
- No, Your Honor. I'm saying this court
doesn't have jurisdiction to hear this case at all.
- Mr. Dworkin's heartfelt argument notwithstanding,
the Ker-Frisbie line of cases holds that the manner in which
a person is brought into a jurisdiction is irrelevant
as to whether the court has the power to try him.
- I see your Ker-Frisbie line of cases,
and raise you one "US v. Toscanino,"
which held that the court should divest itself of jurisdiction
following an illegal capture on foreign soil.
- If the defendant was tortured before being brought home.
- As to that, I'll hear testimony tomorrow.
- I was rougher picking up token suckers
when I was back in uniform.
I did not torture Marks.
- It's a "he-said, you-said."
- I'm a credible guy. - Let's hope so.
- Just so I'm sure of this,
it doesn't matter how illegal the arrest was?
- Go figure.
Truth is, I had no idea either
until I cracked the books last night.
- Next time,
you'd better tell me before you pull something like this.
- I didn't know it was legal.
- Well, that's comforting.
- Come on, Liv. This is Byron Marks, okay?
I could live with a little mud on my face.
- But I can't.
While I'm sitting in the big office,
we do things the right way, the legal way.
- Like you didn't want Marks as much as I did.
[soft music]
- We screwed up the first time, didn't we?
We waited too long to arrest him.
And now, I need to go home
and teach my son that lying is a bad thing.
Okay.
Sweetheart, does that--
does that hurt you?
- No.
- No? Good.
So, Noah, I saw Ms. Smiley today.
And she said that you told the school nurse
that I gave you that bruise.
- She asked.
- Noah, we talked about telling the truth, remember?
- I did tell the truth.
- I gave you that?
- Yeah. - When?
- When the taxi almost hit me, remember?
- Oh, my gosh.
Honey, I forgot. I forgot.
Oh, sweet boy.
I'm so sorry.
Come on. Let's get you to bed.
Head up.
Oh, there you go, sweet boy.
*
Listen, you did the right thing, Noah.
But if anybody asks you about that bruise,
you tell them what happened.
But you gotta tell them the whole story, okay?
- Okay.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
- Good night.
Good night, sweet boy.
- It was in the morning. It was Tuesday.
I didn't have to be at work until 10:00.
- And what kind of work do you do, Mr. Marks?
- I tutor English.
- That's admirable. - Objection.
- I'll sustain it.
- So, what did you do before work?
- I kissed my wife and daughter good-bye.
- Are they Americans too?
- No, sir. They're Cuban.
- Then what did you do?
- I went to a local café.
When I left, I was grabbed by two men.
They pushed me into the back of a van.
Detective Tutuola was waiting inside.
He put cuffs on me.
We drove someplace,
and they left me in the back
of the van for four hours.
- And you're claiming that's torture?
- It was over 100 degrees that day.
I was dripping. I couldn't breathe.
I was nauseous.
I think I passed out several times.
- When I interviewed the defendant six years ago,
I learned he was a jazz fanatic.
He was into a sax player called Walter Smith.
He said he was the next Coltrane.
Yeah, so I checked him out.
I would go to Smith's website every now and then
to check the comments.
- Hoping Mr. Marks would write in?
- Yeah, I took a shot.
A couple weeks ago, somebody wrote in saying
that Smith improvised as well as Coltrane.
It was signed, "B from Havana."
- And you thought it was Mr. Marks?
- It was.
So I went down there, and I found him.
And I put him in the back of a van
until I was able to convince the local cops
that I was who I was and he was who he was.
- So you didn't torture him?
- No.
- All right.
- If, in the course of your job,
you found a dog sitting in a car on a 100 degree day,
what would you do?
- I'd break the glass and let him out.
- Would you arrest the owner?
- That's my job.
- For animal cruelty? - Yeah.
- So we've decided as a society that it would be cruel
to keep a dog in a hot car.
But you decided on your own that it's okay to keep a man
in one for four hours.
- I checked on that van every now and then.
He never once asked to get out.
- Could be because he was unconscious.
*
- Although I don't approve of Detective Tutuola's tactics,
I don't think they've reached the level of torture
as defined by the Second Circuit in Toscanino.
So therefore, the trial of Mr. Marks
will proceed forthwith
unless anyone has any more motions.
- As a matter of fact, Your Honor.
Mr. Formosa is from the Cuba Permanent Mission
at the U.N.
- Your Honor, on behalf of the Cuban government,
I object to agents of your government
violating our borders and our laws.
I demand that Mr. Marks be turned over to my custody
to be returned to Cuba immediately.
- Looks like we've got a political question
on our hands, Judge.
Don't take this personally,
but you're not competent to hear it.
No judge is.
- Well, not before lunch, I'm not.
*
- Barba told me what's going on.
You know what Frankie said?
He said, "What did I expect?
The cops don't care. Why should I?"
- Hold on, Karla. You know that that's not true.
- You told me closure's a good thing.
That it helps the healing process.
- It is.
- Well, seeing Byron Marks go to jail--
what better closure is that?
- Fine.
Come on, why don't we have a seat?
Karla, you're not-- you're not the same person
that you were the last time I saw you.
Last time, all you talked about was running away.
- Well, maybe I was on to something.
- Look, you didn't let this stop you.
You got married--
- Yeah, chalk one up for me.
So whether or not Marks even has a trial,
it's up to the politicians?
- Unless your testimony sways the judge.
- I don't understand.
Why in the world would Cuba want Byron Marks back?
- Because it enjoys being a thorn in our side.
Once politics intrudes on the law,
then nothing makes sense.
For Cuba to have standing, it must show harm
to one of its citizens.
Tomorrow, Byron's wife is going to testify.
We need you, Karla.
- You know,
Frankie may not be a Rhode's Scholar,
but sometimes he's not that stupid.
*
- I met Byron five years ago.
He came into my store.
- What kind of store?
- We sell knitting materials.
Mi tia owns it.
We went to lunch.
Byron was polite and kind.
We went to lunch every day for weeks.
And we fell in love.
Then we got married.
It's wrong what your policeman did.
If you don't let Byron return home,
it will destroy Teresa.
- Who is Teresa, Elana?
- Our daughter.
She's only four years old.
I don't see why you're doing this to us.
- Thank you, Mrs. Marks. We can finish tomorrow.
- In light of the present circumstances,
I request that the defendant be released
on his own recognizance. - That is ridiculous.
The man has raped three women.
- Then why have you only charged him with one count?
Perhaps Karla Wyatt's testimony doesn't pass
the smell test, either.
Perhaps you should reconsider this whole thing.
- The People request that Mr. Marks be remanded to custody.
- If this court isn't competent to hear this case,
it's certainly not competent to incarcerate the defendant,
even if it's just over night.
- I'll release him into your custody, Mr. Dworkin.
But the two of you better show up here in the morning.
- That's... fine.
*
You did great. You did great, honey.
Great. I love you.
- I want him followed.
- I'm on it.
- You've done enough damage, don't you think?
Stick with Marks until your partners can take over.
I'm afraid His Honor doesn't want to be the cause
of an international incident.
My guess, this time tomorrow,
.
[indistinct chatter]
[tense music]
*
- Lost eyes.
*
- I got him.
It's, uh-- It's outrageous,
allowing a governmental kidnapping in another country.
It violates every tenet of international law
protecting human rights.
- You know, maybe if Fin grabbed up a polar bear.
But a guy like Byron Marks,
you could drag him by his hair over a street
of rusty razor blades, for all I care.
As long as he ends up in Sing Sing.
Marks is on the move. Alone.
- He's had four cups of coffee. I'd be moving too.
[sighs]
All right, what is to stop Raúl Castro
from sending a Federale here to kidnap Fin?
- You're driving me nuts with this.
Carisi, look, I know you went to law school,
but when you're with me,
can you please just be a cop, okay?
- Either there's a line at the urinal,
or something's up.
- Yeah.
*
- This is harassment!
- Yeah, it's gonna be a lot worse if he's not back there.
*
- [groans]
*
- We've got JFK and LaGuardia covered.
- Okay. Newark?
- Done. - Buses? Trains?
- Done.
He doesn't have his passport, Liv,
so he can't leave the country.
- So where the hell is he?
[phone beeping]
Come on, Karla. Answer the phone.
*
Karla?
It's me, Olivia Benson.
*
Karla...
- Go away, Olivia.
- Karla, you know I can't do that.
So I need you to give me that gun, okay?
- Women.
- You think this is funny?
- Karla, now you know that this is not gonna end well, okay?
I don't want to see you spending the rest of your life in prison.
- What do you think I've been living in the last six years?
Every morning I brush my teeth, I see this.
Every time I brush my hair--
- Karla, let's think this through; let's be smart.
- I want him to feel a little bit of what I felt.
- I know, I know. - I wasn't gonna hurt you.
I just--I wanted to tell you about my wife and my daughter.
I just wanted to say how sorry I was and ask you not
to testify against me tomorrow.
- And you think I should just let you go back to Cuba
like nothing happened?
- Karla. Karla, look at me.
Come on. Let's think this through, okay?
I want you to point the gun at me, Karla.
Point the gun at me.
- I don't want him to go back to Cuba, Olivia.
- I understand that, but point it at me.
- With his wife and daughter.
What do I get?
*
Stand up!
- Okay.
- Do you remember what you made me do before you cut my face?
Do you remember--
- I don't remember. I don't remember.
- You made me beg.
- Easy.
- Get down on your knees.
Now, or I'll kill you where you stand.
- No, Karla, you won't. - I'm gonna do it, Olivia.
So you should just walk out the door.
- You know that I can't do that.
- It'll just take two minutes. Who's gonna know?
- I will.
*
- Now, I want you to beg for me to shoot you.
*
- Karla.
You know that I will arrest you if you do this.
Do you understand that?
*
- Beg.
- Please shoot me. - You call that begging?
*
- Please shoot me.
- Karla. - He took my life.
I bought three tangerines and two apples and a watermelon,
and he took my life.
*
- Karla, that's gonna feel good for maybe a day.
For maybe--maybe a week.
But the difference is, Karla, this time,
the hurt's gonna come back.
And you are gonna be behind bars, okay?
- [sobs] No.
- I'm gonna take this gun, honey.
I'm gonna take this gun from you.
I'm gonna take the gun.
[gunshot]
Get on the floor! Get on your stomach now!
- Okay, okay, okay. - Hands behind your back now!
- [crying]
- You're okay.
.
- Did she at least think he was going to assault her?
- No.
- Did he break in?
- He was already inside by the time that I got there.
So I'll take Karla's statement first thing in the morning.
We'll keep him overnight for attempted witness tampering.
At least that way we can be sure that he'll be in court tomorrow.
- If only to file false imprisonment charges.
- Yeah.
- What the hell,
maybe you should have let her shoot him.
That was a joke.
- I told her to point a loaded gun at me.
I have a kid, Raphael.
What was I thinking?
- Anyway...
- Is there any way to convince a judge
that this is not a political question?
- A young naive Cuban mommy crying on the stand
because the father of her baby was taken away
by the big bad U.S. government?
[soft music]
*
Where are you going?
- To take Karla's statement.
*
- He took me from behind.
He bent me over the table.
I saw the blood from my cheek
just pooling on the placemat under my head.
I tried counting crumbs
from the slice of toast I had for breakfast.
And I'd get to seven or eight.
I would just lose count and start over again.
- This is completely out of line.
- And if you don't want to hear it, Mr. Dworkin,
you're welcome to leave.
- That can't be Byron.
- Oh, it was Byron.
He wanted me to beg him to do it harder,
but I couldn't speak, so he held the knife
to my throat.
All I could think of was that my mom called that morning,
and I didn't pick up the phone.
And now I was gonna die.
- Karla, if you can,
tell her what he did when he was done with you.
- After it was over,
he just let me drop to the ground.
And before he left,
he...
He just pissed on me.
- Come on. Elana, let's go.
- We have his DNA.
So he's done the exact same thing
to at least two other women.
*
So you have a young daughter.
What's her name? - Teresa.
- That's a pretty name.
- She's four. She just started school.
- Ah, my son just started school as well.
His name is Noah.
He--he insisted on bringing
his stuffed bear with him to school
because he didn't want Teddy to be scared while he was away.
- Teresa has a little doll.
Maria.
She used her allowance to buy Maria a dress
because Maria wants to be pretty at Teresa's birthday party.
*
- Look, this is all very interesting,
but we have to be in court.
- Elana, do you really want somebody like Byron Marks
raising your daughter, Teresa?
He rapes women, and then he urinates on them
so they'll know how disgusted they make him.
- Let's go.
- No!
What if I don't want Byron to come back home?
What if I want to change what I said in court?
- That's okay. You can.
All you have to do is tell the truth.
*
- [speaking Spanish]
- If Cuba loses standing to assert its claim,
our attorney will withdraw its motion.
- Is my husband going in jail?
- Your husband is gonna pay
for what he did to Karla and the other women.
- I can go home now?
- I'll get you on a plane.
- I suppose you'd be willing to talk?
- As long as he does double digits.
And the first one is 2.
- Yeah. - Meet me in my office.
- [groans]
Thank you.
- That was all you, Karla.
You did that.
- That closure you talk about,
when does that start?
- [laughs]
You're gonna be good.
That I can promise you.
*
Who wants ice cream?
- I do!
Can I have strawberry?
- You finished all the strawberry, remember?
All we have is vanilla.
- Is there syrup?
- You finished all the syrup, too, Noah.
[knock on door]
Did you invite somebody over?
- Nope.
- You sure? - Yeah.
- Then who is it?
Wow.
Hello.
- Hey, Liv.
- This is a surprise. - Yeah.
I was in--I was in the neighborhood.
I figured you owe me a cup of coffee.
- Oh, I do, but unfortunately
now is, uh,
is not a great time.
- Oh.
- But how are you?
I heard you moved to Florida.
- Yeah. Can you believe that?
- How's that early bird special treating you?
- Oh, that's funny. That's good stuff, Liv.
I don't know, you know, truth be told,
after hitting a dozen balls into the lake on the 16th
in Forest Park, I realized that, um,
retirement was not my thing.
You know? - I get it.
- Yeah, I knew you would.
The DA's office, they were looking for an investigator.
So, uh-- ta-dah.
- Good for you. - Yeah.
On the job six weeks, and I caught a child abuse case.
- Oh. - And, uh,
SVU had to recuse themselves.
- That's odd.
- Yeah, actually, uh, not really, Liv.
We're investigating you.
*