.
- 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.
all: * Happy birthday
* Dear Lawrence
* Happy birthday to you
[clapping and cheers]
- What a treat.
Oh, and the cake too.
[laughter]
- Speech!
crowd: Yeah. - Ah, if you insist.
- Speech! [clapping]
- Age is just a number.
I'm feeling younger than ever.
And because of many of you
Avalon Stores is also young,
with a brilliant future ahead.
[clapping]
While I know the company will someday
be put into the capable hands
of my lovely daughter, Cynthia,
I'm not planning on dying anytime soon.
[mild laughter]
Maybe not ever. What?
[laughter]
Please, enjoy.
[indistinct chatter] - Cheers.
- We gotta talk.
All right, so these, these girls,
Sue Ann okay with that?
- Hey, hey.
It's your grandfather's birthday, Eric.
He deserves to have a little fun.
[both chuckle]
- Sue Ann is very understanding.
- So you want to introduce me to--to one of them?
- Let me do you a favor and not.
Find your own.
Build up your confidence.
Oh, and, uh,
go easy on the spirits.
Always stay sharper than your target.
Okay? - All right.
- [soft chuckle] - All right.
[indistinct chatter]
Hi.
- Can I help you?
- Um.
You're just--you're so pretty, I just forgot my pick-up line.
- [chuckles] Cute.
Uh, but I'm working right now.
Can I get you a drink?
[laughs] Come on.
You really live here?
- Yeah. Lawrence is my grandfather.
He's kind of mentoring me.
- It's a nice place to be mentored.
- Yeah, well, I could show you around.
It's sick.
What, are you worried about your boss?
- No, he's probably
on the roof, smoking weed.
- What the hell, have a drink.
- Okay. - Hey--
no, no, no.
No, you don't-- you don't want that.
I got the good stuff from downstairs.
It's 100% agave.
You can't buy it in the stores.
You're gonna love it.
- Whoa!
- All right, looks good.
- Fin still at home, cramming for the sergeant's exam?
- Yep. - I should go over there later.
Drill him. - No, no.
He says he has a sleep-learning system.
He plays tapes with a speaker under his pillow.
- He's kidding, right? - I don't know.
- Uh--
- Hi.
I'm Lieutenant Benson. Can I help you?
- Um, I'm not sure.
I--
I think I've been raped.
- I'm so sorry.
Can you tell me what happened?
- I--I can't.
I don't remember. Anything.
[dramatic music]
*
I was bartending this birthday party for this old guy.
He owns Avalon Stores.
- Lawrence Hendricks? - Yeah.
I started working as a cater waiter to pay for school.
His apartment was huge, and the view was...
That's all I can remember.
- So you don't remember having sex?
- No.
But when I woke up this morning
on a couch in the middle of a living room,
I could tell.
My pants were down,
and I was sore.
And I just ran out of there.
- So, Sarah, your rape kit did turn up semen
and a little bit of bruising.
- God. I knew it.
I--I must have been drugged or something.
- Well, they're doing your blood work
and urine test now, so.
Did you have anything to drink, Sarah?
Not that it matters.
- I don't know.
But I'm not supposed to drink at work.
And even if I did, it wouldn't make me like that.
- Okay, do you remember talking to anyone?
Maybe earlier in the evening?
- Not really.
You know, just a bunch of old guys ordering drinks.
There was one young guy.
And he talked to me.
- Okay, you remember his name? - Mm-mm.
- Or what he looked like, or?
You said he was young. How young was he?
- Around my age, maybe.
He smiled a lot.
That's all I can remember.
I--please--God--
- We're looking for a young guy, it's not Lawrence Hendricks.
He's 75 years old.
- Yeah, but don't you get to subtract ten years
for every billion dollars you have?
- Well, he's down a billion or two from his peak.
Avalon stock is sinking.
You know, Wall Street says that
Hendricks has been staying on way past his prime.
- But he still has the energy
for "bunga bunga" parties with Italian models.
That's the guy, right?
- Yeah, wife number four disapproved.
They got divorced.
It was a nasty lawsuit over the prenup.
- He's got hot-and-cold running girlfriends now.
His current live-in is a Sue Ann Daly.
She's a freelance communications consultant.
- Okay, so we have a probable rape
at the home of a geriatric playboy billionaire
and all our victim remembers
is a young guy who smiled a lot.
- Where do you want us to start?
- Start at Hendricks' office.
And get a list of every guy under 30
who was at the party.
- The office didn't handle the party invitations.
It was Mr. Hendricks' household.
- Were you there?
- No.
I had a head cold.
- Justine.
- These are detectives, Mr. Hendricks.
They're asking about your party.
- Sure.
You should come, sweetheart.
I'm sure you'd have a good time.
- Oh, we were under the impression
that the party was last night.
- Well, of course it was.
- Well, we'd like to talk to some people
that were at the party last night.
- Well, I was there.
- Hi. I'm Cynthia Hendricks.
- Uh, yeah, actually, do you recognize this woman?
She was bartending last night at the party.
- Pleasant-looking woman.
- May have ordered a drink from her. Why?
- Well, she may have been assaulted.
- At my father's party? In front of 100 people?
- We're still investigating.
Uh, were there any young, male guests at the party?
- It was mostly friends, company executives.
Older crowd.
- And there was Eric.
Uh, but I'm sure he didn't assault anyone.
He lives with me.
He's a fine boy, real up-and-comer.
- Eric?
- My grandson, Cynthia's nephew.
In fact, he works around here as a trainee.
- Here? Now? - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, we'd like to speak with him.
- Yeah, that's--that's Sarah.
We--we hung out for a while.
What--is something wrong?
- She says she was assaulted.
- Assaulted?
- Mm-hmm.
- Eric, you don't have to talk to these people.
- No, it--it's all right, Aunt Cynthia.
This is crazy. What happened?
- What did you and Sarah do when you hung out, Eric?
- I mean, we--
we went up to my room, and--and--
we did--we did have sex but it was totally consensual.
- I think this is a case where a girl's confused.
Or perhaps she sees a rich target here.
- Anything's possible.
We're not jumping to conclusions.
- Uh, not yet.
But something, uh, something did come up.
We'd actually like to talk to you down at the station.
Maybe you can help us clear it up.
- No, Eric, you do not have to go.
- No, it's--it's all right.
I didn't do anything wrong, I swear.
Sarah was on quaaludes?
Isn't that some drug from before I was born?
- No, they're still around,
and we found them in her system.
Do you have any idea how they got there?
- No.
- Was she high when she was with you?
- She seemed fine.
I only saw her take like two tequila shots.
- Did she pour those drinks herself?
- I had the flask, but I drank from it too.
- Okay.
So what happened after that?
- We just started talking,
and then she asked to see my bedroom.
- And you took that to mean that she wanted to have sex?
- No, not at first.
We started making out and she was really into it.
- Did she say "yes"?
- Yeah, she did.
- She said the word?
- Seriously?
[inhales] Well, I guess my grandfather's right.
You actually do need a signed contract to kiss a girl.
[knock] - This is Larry Hendricks,
Eric's father.
- Come on, Eric. We're leaving.
- He came here voluntarily.
- And now he's leaving voluntarily.
And you're coming home to me.
You're not going back to your grandfather's.
- If you and your wife want to sit in, that's fine.
- My ex-wife is in Italy.
And I'm sure neither of us wants to be here.
Come on. Let's go.
- I take it his grandfather's house
is more fun than his dad's.
Did you get anything?
- Consensual sex. Denied the drugs.
- Well, we'll see.
Barba's getting us a search warrant.
- I don't understand.
Should I call Lawrence or a lawyer?
- That's up to you, Mrs. Daly.
- Which one is Eric's room?
- There.
It used to be my yoga room.
Now it's just a pigsty.
Can someone tell me what's going on?
- We are investigating a complaint
made by this woman.
You recognize her?
- I--I don't know.
- She was tending bar here last night.
- There was a lot of people.
- All right, but do you remember seeing her with Eric?
- I'm not his babysitter, okay?
I was tired. I went to bed early.
- Hey, I got some condoms.
I got some...weed.
No flask though.
- You know, I am gonna call Lawrence.
- Let's keep looking.
- Hey.
- Quaaludes?
- Beats me. Before my time.
- Let's send them to the lab.
- You found quaaludes in my blood?
I-I don't even know what that is.
- Okay, why don't you come in and have a seat?
Uh, the technical term is "methaqualone."
It, uh, induces a euphoric, hypnotic state.
It can cause memory loss.
- Okay, well, who gave them to me?
- Well, we're not sure yet, but we do know that
they were found in Lawrence Hendricks' apartment.
So, Sarah, I'm gonna show you some photos.
And I'd like you to tell me
if any of these young men look familiar to you.
- Yeah, he does.
I remember seeing him at the party.
- Okay.
So this is Eric Hendricks.
That's Lawrence Hendricks' grandson.
Now, when we spoke earlier,
you told me that you remember
spending time with a young man who smiled.
Right? So is it possible
that that young man is Eric Hendricks?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I definitely talked to him.
- Okay. Well, we spoke to him as well.
And he said
that you two had consensual sex.
- He did?
- Mm-hmm.
- Well, I don't remember that.
Or anything else, for that matter.
Okay, is that it?
- No, no, Sarah, there's one more thing.
Uh...
Sarah, the lab results came back.
And it showed
two separate semen samples.
- Two samples?
Are you saying that
two men raped me?
This just keeps getting worse.
- I'm so sorry, Sarah.
- Sorry?
Really?
No, why don't you find the man--
the men--
who did this to me?
.
- Did I see Sarah with-- with, like, anybody else?
What do you mean?
- It means they have a new suspect.
Have you, uh, moved on
from your baseless charge against my client?
- No, we found quaaludes in his room.
- In my room? That's impossible.
- And Sarah Morrissey was drugged with quaaludes.
So we can arrest your client right now.
- But you're not. You're asking about another man.
- I'm asking your client to cooperate.
If you had consensual sex with this woman,
you have nothing to worry about.
- Eric, when you were with Sarah,
was there anybody else there?
- What do you mean, like a gang bang?
No.
- Fine.
What was Sarah doing before she went off with you?
- She just--working, tending bar.
- And after?
- I don't know, I just fell asleep.
- You didn't walk her out? Ask for her number?
- I had more tequila than she did.
And when I woke up, she was gone.
- No, she was here,
reporting she'd been raped.
- Not by me. - Then by who?
You didn't see her with anybody else...
- No. - The entire night of the party?
- No.
Look, I-I don't know. I don't remember.
- Now this kid's got amnesia.
- Or he knows more than he's saying.
[phone chimes] Ah, here we go.
Final report on the DNA.
One sample matches Eric.
- No surprise.
- The other sample is a...
familial match to the first sample.
- Another Hendricks?
Which of Eric's male relatives were at the party?
- Two that we know of.
Grandfather Lawrence, the king of Avalon.
- He's pushing 80.
- Yeah, but has a reputation for being a serial philanderer.
And Eric's father, Larry Junior, who--
who shut down the first interrogation of his son.
- To cover his own ass?
- I thought you worked at Avalon.
You're on the board.
- Well, I run the family's charitable foundation.
I like to be away from the business side.
- Your son feels a little differently though, huh?
I mean, he works with your father; he lives with him.
- That's under discussion.
Eric should be back in college.
My father doesn't see the point.
Oh, he's not the best influence on a teenage boy.
- Sounds like you're not a big fan of the old man.
- You should be a detective when you grow up.
- Oh, I'll start practicing right now.
What time did you leave your father's party?
- I saw the cake, I had my picture taken,
and I left.
I was home by 9:30. Why?
- Detective stuff.
I actually have a warrant for a sample of your DNA.
- From me? - Mm-hmm.
- Does this mean you've cleared my son?
- We're still investigating.
You ready?
Open up.
- Here.
- This is harassment.
Ambushing my father in front of his associates?
- I'm sorr-- we can step outside.
- There's no need for that.
- Okay, fine. Open up.
- Oh, save your Q-tip.
I had sex with that girl.
- You did?
You didn't mention that before.
- Why should I have?
My sex life is no one else's business.
Anyway, that girl came on to me.
- Dad, that's enough.
- Yes.
A woman likes a man who has success,
confidence, power.
- Quaaludes.
- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- The--the girl at the party,
did she come on to you before or after,
uh, she had sex with your grandson?
- I don't see what the point of all this is.
- Dad, stop talking.
You can take his sample,
but he doesn't have to answer your questions.
- Okay, so, Sarah,
um, you told me that you do remember
talking to Eric, right?
So sometimes memory, you know,
comes back in pieces.
So what I'd like to do is just
show you some photos and see if that
jogs your memory and anything comes back, okay?
- I-I mean, I remember that he was nice.
He had a terrible pick-up line, but...
Oh, I remember this.
He was showing me a bracelet
he got on a trip to Africa, elephant hair,
trying to impress me.
I already liked him, and I--
- And you what?
- Well, later,
he wanted to show me
pictures he had taken while he was there.
And I went to his room.
Now I remember.
We did have sex.
And I--
I wanted to.
- Okay, are you sure?
- Yeah.
Sorry. [inhales]
How much trouble did I get him in?
- None, none.
If that's really the way you remember it.
- I do.
You know, but the other man,
I-I still don't remember that.
And there is no way that that was consensual.
Do you know who he is?
- We think that we do.
- No.
That has to be a mistake.
There is no--
there's no way that I would have slept with him.
I-- - Okay.
So he says that-- that you did have sex,
and--and the DNA does match.
- That is disgusting!
There--I-- I never would have--
there's no way I would have slept with him.
- Do--do you remember having a drink with him?
Do you remember talking to him?
- No.
He has to be the one who drugged me.
But--but you said you found the drugs in Eric's room.
- It may have been planted.
- By his own grandfather?
- We don't know.
There is a way that you can help us.
- You were supposed to come alone.
- Anything you can say to him, you can say to me.
- Forget it. This is a waste of time.
- No, it's not.
Look, trust me.
We want to help you.
- What do you want?
A job? Money?
Look, uh, there's no reason to have hard feelings.
- No hard feelings?
I don't want money.
- Then why are we here?
- I want an apology.
- Look, I'm sorry you're unhappy about our romantic encounter,
but these morning-after regrets are so tacky.
- There was nothing "romantic."
You drugged me.
- You needed to relax.
You should be thanking me.
- Dad.
- For raping me?
- You enjoyed it.
- What is wrong with you?
I was unconscious!
- For god's sakes, Monica, it's not that big a deal.
- "Monica"? I--
- Dad, we're leaving.
- Lawrence Hendricks, you're under arrest.
- For what?
- This is entrapment.
- Step aside, ma'am.
- You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.
- Hey, buddy, I'm drowning in women here.
Help me set them straight.
- I'll get right on that.
- You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you.
- Oh, don't worry, dear, I can afford it.
.
- This is preposterous.
You had nothing on Eric,
so you arrest his grandfather?
- We have Lawrence Hendricks telling his victim
that he drugged her before having sex with her.
- On tape.
- My understanding is that's not what he said.
- Anybody that speaks English would disagree.
- His daughter speaks English, and she didn't hear him say
he drugged that girl without her knowledge.
- I offered, she accepted.
These pills are very popular.
They're everywhere. - No, they're not.
- Does this girl have any history of taking drugs?
I mean, she, uh, we'll find out.
- While you're at it, why don't you find out
if she has a history of jumping in the sack with 80-year-olds.
- [chuckles] I'm 75.
- We know that she has no aversion
to jumping into bed with perfect strangers.
I mean, how long had she known Eric Hendricks
before she went up to his room?
We'll be posting bail by happy hour.
- That's his defense? She wanted to be drugged?
- More like she's a drug-using party girl
who likes old men.
Look, he's a billionaire with unlimited resources.
He's gonna go after her, hard.
- I know. But we have a strong case.
Hendricks practically admitted to
drugging and raping her on tape.
Not to mention we found quaaludes in his apartment.
- I just hope that that's enough.
- [exhales]
No jury is gonna look at Sarah and then at Hendricks
and believe that this was consensual.
It's a slam dunk. Just--[sighs]
- What?
- Hendricks' daughter just filed a motion
to have her father declared mentally incompetent.
- What?
[sighs]
He doesn't have dementia.
He may be revolting, but he's as smart as hell.
- That's exactly why he's pretending to be incompetent.
- Mr. Barba, are you lost?
This is the civil branch.
- Uh, yes, yes, of course, I am aware, Your Honor,
I'm sorry, but this petition has been brought in bad faith
to undermine a criminal proceeding.
- Your Honor, Mr. Barba has no standing here.
- He's right about the bad faith.
She's trying to steal my company from me.
- Mr. Hendricks, you'll have your turn.
- Your Honor, with all due respect,
this proceeding should be postponed
until after his criminal trial.
- There shouldn't even be a criminal trial
for a man in his condition.
- You see, this is-- this is exactly
what this is really about.
- It's about stealing my company!
- Mr. Hendricks, be quiet.
Mr. Barba, you too.
Sit, watch, listen,
or go.
- Mr. Hendricks is the CEO and majority owner
of a public corporation, but he is no longer capable
of running the day-to-day operations
due to mental incapacity.
Ms. Hendricks is his designated successor and daughter.
There's no question that she has
his and the company's best interest at heart.
- You are aware that you don't get to
declare a person incapacitated just because
you don't like the way he's running his business?
- He's not running it.
He ignores all attempts to focus on company matters.
His behavior is erratic and even dangerous,
as evidenced by his arrest for rape.
- Ugh. - All right.
Mr. Timmons?
- Mr. Hendricks' only goal
is to do what's best for his shareholders.
- That's all you have to say?
Do something!
- Uh, Your Honor, we request
a full hearing on this matter as soon as possible
as urgent company business is pending.
- Very well. We will proceed.
- This may be a good thing.
- Don't fight me on this, Dad.
It's for the best.
- Judge Flowers, this is a civil court order
appointing Cynthia Hendricks guardian of her father,
owing to clear and convincing evidence
of his mental incapacity.
- So?
- Is that all you have to say, Mr. Barba?
- That was civil court; this is criminal.
Different standard, different issue.
It's no more relevant to the rape charge
than if Mr. Hendricks was crowned Miss America.
- Colorful. Mr. Timmons?
- Uh, we will be changing our plea from "not guilty"
to "not guilty by reason of mental disease or defect."
So it might be relevant after all.
- That's a civil court ruling.
That's lower burden of proof.
I don't understand how Hendricks can use that
as part of his defense.
- I made the same argument. Flowers disagreed.
Said it was up to the jury to determine its probative value.
- Okay.
So what does that mean for us? - Nothing.
We prove our case based on the evidence,
just like before.
And as for Hendricks' new defense,
we chip away at it.
Make the jury see it for what it is: a sham.
- And a family conspiracy.
Now the daughter gets what she wants now,
which is control of the company now
as opposed to ten years from now.
And the father gets what he wants,
a free pass on a rape charge.
- It's not gonna happen.
- You seem pretty confident.
- More like angry.
- Even better.
- Look, I'm sorry you're unhappy
about our romantic encounter,
but these morning-after regrets are so tacky.
- There was nothing "romantic." You drugged me.
- Oh, you needed to relax. You should be thanking me.
- Dad. - For raping me?
- You enjoyed it. - What is wrong with you?
I was unconscious!
- Does any of this jog your memory about
what happened between you and the defendant
on the night in question?
- No, it's all still blank.
Uh, I get flashes sometimes, but no.
- Well, that's understandable.
You had quaaludes in your system.
What about that conversation in the park?
Did Mr. Hendricks seem aware
of what he had done to you? - Yes.
I was almost wishing that he would deny it...
[inhales sharply]
so maybe it didn't really happen,
but he admitted it.
He tried to buy me off.
And he kept trying to excuse it,
like it was no big deal.
- Was he... [exhales]
was he rational? Was he coherent?
- Yes.
Awful, but rational.
- All right, thank you, Sarah.
- Ms. Morrissey,
you said that Mr. Hendricks seemed to think
that what happened between the two of you
was--was no big deal?
In other words, that it was normal?
- Yes.
It was sick.
- Sick.
"Sick."
It's a good choice of words.
Nothing further.
- Considering he wiped her memory, she did pretty good.
- We've explained about the quaaludes,
but it's always better if the jury
hears what happened from the victim.
- That's Hendricks' trick.
The drug ensured that-- that she wouldn't remember.
- His attitude on that tape,
it's a good bet he's done this more than once.
- No one's come forward, and we've looked.
- Hendricks' girlfriend.
She might know his tricks.
- And testify against
the billionaire she's sponging off of?
.
- You're facing a charge of tampering with evidence.
- For what?
- Planting your boyfriend's quaaludes
in his grandson's room
to throw us off your boyfriend's trail.
Look, an FBI forensic report just came back.
And your fingerprints are all over the bag.
- So either tell the truth or go to prison.
9:00 a.m. tomorrow,
show up ready to testify
or you'll be arrested.
- This is outrageous.
- She did plant those quaaludes, right?
- She shows up at 9:00 a.m., she did.
If not...
- Did you ever get a report back on the fingerprints?
- It's inconclusive.
- You're very good.
- After I heard what the girl said,
I took the pills from Lawrence's bedroom
and I put them in Eric's.
I know it was wrong.
I just--panicked.
- How did you know the pills would be
in your boyfriend's bedroom?
Ms. Daly?
- He likes to use them when he has sex.
When we do it,
he puts a quaalude in my drink
and gives it to me.
- With your consent?
- No.
I mean, he tries to hide what he's doing, but
I know, I--I see.
- No more questions.
Thank you.
- Ms. Daly,
what else do you and Mr. Hendricks
like to do in your private time?
- We talk,
watch movies, listen to music.
- Mm, what--what does Mr. Hendricks
like to talk about?
- Old friends.
People he used to hang out with in the New York clubs
or the Playboy Mansion.
- Mm, and--and the movies and the music,
what does he like?
- "The Godfather."
"Jaws." "Smokey and the Bandit."
- Mr. Hendricks,
can you tell us what year it is?
- You know what? [exhales]
I'd rather not say.
- And why is that, sir?
- Well, I keep seeing dates past the year 2000
on, uh, newspapers, magazines, and such.
I'm...trying to understand what's going on.
- So, Mr. Hendricks, uh,
we've heard testimony here, sir, that
you've given women quaaludes
as a prelude to sex.
- Yes.
- Yes what?
- Ye--those pills are just thigh openers.
Everybody uses them. No big deal.
- Even if the women don't know?
- How could they not know?
If they're coming to party, they know what to expect.
- And there's a young woman who's, uh,
accusing you of rape.
- I don't--I don't know what's going on with her.
- And she says you drugged her without her knowledge.
- After she had sex with Eric,
she was already partying.
They came out of his bedroom.
I had a drink with them.
Eric went to sleep, and then it was my turn.
- And you see nothing wrong with that?
- Why should I?
- Thank you.
- Do you ever use a desktop computer?
- Of course. Marvelous things.
- You're aware that they did not exist in 1975?
- What do you mean? [scoffs]
How do you think we made it to the moon a few years ago?
- Here's a photo of Avalon headquarters
in 1975.
Not a computer in sight.
- Oh, the desktop models came in
just after that photo was taken.
We're a very successful company.
We can afford the newest technology.
- And you can certainly afford to expand.
Let's see, in 1975,
Avalon had 22 stores.
And now you have 900.
Uh, are you telling me you're not aware of the difference?
- Mr. Barba, if you understood business,
you'd know how rapidly a successful company can grow.
- From 22 to 900 like...?
- Well, the planning has been going on for years.
You--you really don't understand this, do you?
- Do you know what this is?
- A telephone.
- Really? This looks like
a 1970s telephone to you?
- [chuckling] My God.
I remember when phones were attached to the wall.
They had this little, round dial,
you'd put your finger in and turn it.
- Back in the '70s.
- Uh, actually, 1950s,
but I may be a little older than you.
- You're certainly more experienced, sir.
So, um, the night of, this, uh, party,
where you gave Sarah Morrissey quaaludes,
what were you celebrating?
- My birthday.
- Your 75th. - [chuckles]
That was a gag.
- How old are you?
- As young as I feel.
And... I feel pretty good.
- One last question.
Are you aware that drugging and raping women
was illegal in 1975?
- Ob--objection.
- Withdrawn. [exhales]
Nothing further.
Unfortunately, your grandfather's insanity defense
seems to be working.
He's a terrific actor.
- You didn't tell us that you and Sarah
had a late-night drink with your grandfather.
- If that's true, it's important information.
It could help prove that your grandfather drugged Sarah.
- Eric, why are you protecting him?
- Because he's a good person. - No.
He isn't.
He's a selfish, disgusting--
- You're just mad 'cause he fired you.
And 'cause my loser mother had a crush on him.
- What'd you just say?
- I'm just telling you what Grandpa told me,
that my mom was a party girl
who liked to have fun.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Shut your mouth!
You hear me?
Don't you ever talk that way about your mother.
Ever!
- Fine.
But I'm not testifying against Grandpa.
- You need help putting my father away?
.
- Mr. Hendricks, how often do you see your father?
- Once a month at Avalon board meetings.
- And at these board meetings, does he usually
seem to know what century he's in?
- He's never given any indication that he doesn't.
- Can you think of any reason he'd be faking a mental illness?
- Objection. The witness is not an expert.
- He's an expert on his father.
- Overruled. The witness may answer.
- Yes, he doesn't want to go to jail.
- Indeed.
- You are aware, aren't you,
that your father was recently declared
incapable in a civil proceeding?
- Brought by my sister so that
she could take over the company.
- Right, right.
She's next in line to run it, isn't she?
- Yes, she is.
- Yeah, and weren't you the heir apparent
at one point?
- Objection. Relevance.
- Goes to the credibility of the witness.
- I'll allow it.
- Mr. Hendricks, isn't it true that
your father booted you out of the company a few years ago
and installed your sister in your place?
And--and you dislike him for that, don't you?
- He didn't boot me out. I walked away.
- Really?
Really? Well--
does this, uh,
newspaper article from 1996,
does this refresh your memory?
Could--could you, uh-- could you read it, please?
- "Lawrence Hendricks Junior, pictured here with
"his wife, Monica, and his father,
"Lawrence Hendricks Senior,
"toasting the younger Hendricks' appointment
as Chief Operating Officer of Avalon Stores."
- You were pretty happy there, weren't you?
- I guess.
- Yeah, and then, two months later,
you're out, exiled to the company's foundation.
Do you still insist
that you hold no ill will towards your father?
- It's not a secret that I don't like him very much.
- Right, so you wouldn't mind
seeing him go to jail?
- Objection. Argumentative.
- Withdrawn.
It's very clear why this witness is here.
- Mr. Hendricks,
why are you here?
- To tell the truth.
- Thank you.
- Mr. Hendricks,
you did tell the truth in there.
- Of course I did.
- But I'm guessing not the whole truth.
- What are you talking about?
- Well, you tell me.
Your ex-wife's name is Monica, right?
- Yes. So?
- So you didn't hear the tape, but when your father
was in the park with Sarah,
at one point he slipped up and he--
he called her Monica.
- He did? - Yeah.
Why would he call Sarah, a woman that he just raped,
by your ex-wife's name?
- A mistake.
- May I ask why you and your wife got divorced?
Is it--
is it something that your father did?
- It's none of your business.
- No, but it's Sarah Morrissey's business.
Your father raped her and God knows how many
other women he assaulted,
so I think it's all of their business.
Look, I don't know if you're embarrassed
or you're guilty or you're trying
to protect your family name,
but I'm pretty sure
that Eric is trying to protect his grandfather.
It's time that you told your son
what kind of man your father really is.
And maybe that will convince him to tell the truth.
- He just made a mistake, okay?
I--I didn't see him after Sarah and I had sex, just--
- Eric,
you lied to the police.
I can charge you with obstruction.
- Eric, if you know anything...
- Oh, you want to put your own father in jail?
You know, I wouldn't do that to you.
- Maybe I deserve protection. He doesn't.
- Why, because he enjoys life a little more than you do?
Or are you still mad that he gave the company
to Aunt Cynthia and not you?
- I don't give a damn about the company...
- Come on, Dad. - Because he's there.
'Cause I have to see him every day.
- What--what did he ever do to you?
- He--he didn't do it to me. He did it to your mother.
- To Mom? You've been divorced forever.
You never even see her, and he-- he did something to Mom?
- Eric,
when your grandfather sees somebody younger than he is,
getting somebody prettier than he gets,
he--he can't stand it.
- What--what is--
what--what is she talking about?
- Your mother was just pregnant with you.
She was beautiful.
Radiant.
Your grandfather had a party
at the penthouse,
and I got called away.
Emergency at the office.
Your grandfather gave your mother a drink.
- No. - A special drink.
- No.
- Your mother and I never got over it.
That's why we were divorced. - No.
- Eric,
that's who your grandfather is.
- So after Sarah and I left the bedroom,
uh, I wanted to walk her out.
My grandfather was waiting by the bar.
And he had already made a few drinks.
And he proposed a nightcap.
And I reached for one of the drinks,
and he said, "No, not that one."
And, uh, he gave that one to Sarah.
- Has your grandfather ever given you
any indication that he understands
that he's living in the year 2016?
- Yes.
He--he always says how he likes having me
around the office because I understand the new generation,
the post-millennials.
In fact, last month he asked me to
come up with a retail promotion
surrounding Pokémon GO.
- And on the night that he gave Sarah Morrissey that drink,
did he say anything else then?
- Yeah, he winked at me,
and he said, "God, I miss the old days."
Sarah, I am so sorry. I should have known.
- Oh, you're soft just like your father!
- Mr. Hendricks, that's enough.
- I was trying to show you how to be a man!
- Sir, sit down.
- That's enough.
- You don't apologize. Take what's yours.
You don't have what it takes. - Sit down.
- No more questions, Your Honor.
- Hey.
- Lawrence Hendricks, CEO and founder of Avalon Stores,
was found guilty of rape earlier today.
Within hours of the guilty verdict,
the private equity firm--
- I guess that's the end of young Eric's career
at Avalon Stores.
- Cynthia's too.
- SVU, Carisi.
- Do you think that Eric's generation
is any better than his grandfather's or just different?
- Hey, we got another rape in a bathroom,
Murray Hill bar.
- I don't think it's any better or different.
I think it's just... younger.
[phone rings]
Lieutenant Benson, SVU.