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.
Everyone nods and smiles and probably will screw
the entire deal before my flight lands at JFK.
Yeah, hang on.
How are you doing, Lien?
Good morning...
Mr. Hartwell.
I hope you've enjoyed your stay in Hong Kong.
Talk him off the ledge. It's only 6 million.
All right, yeah.
Yeah, look, I gotta jump.
My wife wants to video chat before I board.
Yeah. No, she'll go for that.
You know, why don't you try asking her?
Right. I'm hanging up.
- Hi, honey, how was Hong Kong? - The usual.
You know they, uh, all smile and nod.
They'll probably screw up the whole deal
before my flight lands.
What's going on there?
Nonstop school stuff, the house, oh, and don't forget
next weekend we have that preschool benefit at Cipriani's.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh, Madison in bed yet?
Let me talk to her.
She's at your mother's.
I wanted to catch up on some sleep.
Let her stay.
Surprise, I canceled London.
I am coming straight home. Happy Valentine's day.
- Really?! - Yeah.
- So you'll be here tomorrow? - Uh-huh.
You know, I didn't get you anything.
Well, you know what I like.
That, um, see-through thing with the garters that I got you.
Why don't you... take it off?
Oh, you missed me.
There you go.
A little lower, let me see.
Hmm, nice timing.
Cleaners.
Come back.
No, stop! Get away from me!
- Shut up! - No!
Christine?
- No! - Christine, what's happening?!
No, please, no! No!
- Shut up! - Aah!
Oh, my God, some--somebody please help!
- Somebody call 911 in New York! - Get over here!
- Bend over! - Christine!
No!
Oh, my God. Christine!
No!
You call the cops, she's dead.
Alleged victim is Christine Hartwell.
- Alleged? - Yeah.
The husband, Boyd Hartwell,
says he saw someone break in, rape his wife.
I mean, witnessed the whole thing on vchat.
- Okay, where was he? - Hong Kong International.
He called his mother, told her not to call the police.
She couldn't sleep, calls an hour ago.
Unis get here, there's no Christine.
No sign of forced entry.
Both doors look untouched. Someone she knew?
Well, maybe not. Video cam's out.
She opens the door,
he pushes in, sign of a struggle.
They have a daughter.
- Where is she? - Madison, five.
Grandmother said she stayed with her last night.
Okay.
Get CSU in here.
And TARU, see if they can retrieve
an image off this laptop.
We got some blood.
So he rapes her here on the counter
in full view of the screen.
Yeah, shows the husband he means business.
It's deliberate, could be personal.
And he forces her to leave with him?
The neighbors didn't see or hear a thing.
No one coming in or out of this house last night.
This door's open.
They left out the back.
Husband say anything about a ransom demand?
Nothing we've heard.
No one's been able to reach him.
- His plane lands at noon. - 16 hours.
Gotta be the longest flight of his life.
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When's mommy coming home?
Soon, sweetheart. Isn't that Bella?
Go--go play princess with her.
My son told me the intruder said if I called the police,
they'd kill Christine.
I hope I've done the right thing.
You did, ma'am.
Now when's the last time you saw your daughter-in-law?
Yesterday. Yesterday afternoon.
She dropped off Madison.
- Did she seem upset or anxious? - No.
Christine is always so bright, so full of life.
Everybody adores her.
Now what about Boyd?
Been any problems?
Boyd works a lot.
But his family always comes first.
After ten years of marriage, those two are still so in love.
All we know for sure is that Christine's been missing
for 12 hours, and our only witness is still in the air.
No activity on her credit cards,
her cell's off, TARU's checking it.
All right, if this is a rape-abduction,
odds are it's somebody she's crossed paths with.
What do we know about this couple?
Well, they're living the Upper East Side dream.
I mean, Boyd and his partner Justin Geld,
they left Morgan, started up new markets hedge fund
a couple years ago.
Christine's a stay-at-home mom.
She's on the parent's board
of her daughter's preschool.
They do the regular rich people mambo.
Winters in Vail, summers in the Hamptons.
His hedge fund--this economy can be a high-wire act.
Any angry investors?
Yeah, there were a couple of complaints
filed against Boyd's partner.
So the company and Boyd paid some fines,
admitted no wrongdoing-- the complaints were withdrawn.
Well, that's gotta be hard on a partnership,
and this might be too.
Now, according to Christine's calendar,
she had lunch with Geld on Friday.
A month ago, her husband's in Brazil--another lunch.
Okay, Fin, Rollins, find out
what's up with the lady and her lunches.
You two, meet the husband's plane at JFK.
He didn't want NYPD called.
Let's not give him a chance to go rogue.
When's the last time I heard from Christine?
My wife saw her at the planning meeting
for the preschool benefit.
Was that before or after you
and Christine had lunch on Friday?
I don't know about the SEC, but it ain't a good idea
to lie to NYPD.
What's this about?
When's the last time you saw Christine?
Uh, we had lunch, Le Cirque's, Friday 2:00-4:00.
Yeah, that's a late lunch. You walk her home?
I got her into a cab.
She'd had a few and... I went back to work.
Hmm.
Look, I don't know what Christine told you,
but nothing inappropriate happened on Friday.
Okay, what about last night?
You mind telling us where you were?
I was at the Waldorf with my wife.
We don't like restaurants on Valentine's day.
It's a sucker play.
So we hole up for a few days and order room service.
That's sweet.
And how about you and Boyd? How are you guys getting along?
We're best friends
since prep school, like brothers.
So he didn't mind bailing you out
when you got jammed up by the SEC?
No, it just gave him something else to rag on me about.
When's the last time you spoke with him?
Last night.
He was at the airport.
He had to jump because Christine
wanted to video chat.
When she says jump...
I'll get 'em the money, I'll-I'll...
I'll do whatever they want. Just tell me you're okay.
- Boyd Hartwell. - Yeah?
We need you to come with us.
Christine, I gotta go.
Boyd, Boyd! Wait. We're here to help you.
Honey, listen, just tell them
I'll get the money, okay?
No cops, I hear you!
All right, I love you, I gotta go!
- Stop! - You don't understand!
Take it easy, pal. I don't wanna cuff you.
I don't need your help.
Listen, that was my wife.
They said no cops.
They're gonna kill her.
She was fighting back, but...
he started raping her.
Here.
I pointed my cell at the screen.
He wore a mask.
Maybe he thought your wife would have recognized him.
Can you think of anyone with a reason
to hurt you or your wife?
This can't be someone who knows us.
Tell us about the ransom demand.
When I landed, there was a voicemail from Christine
and she said that they wanted $250,000.
And she made me promise no cops.
Okay? I can handle this on my own.
That's not a good idea, Mr. Hartwell.
No! Please.
If they see you, they will kill her!
Sorry, I haven't slept in 20 hours.
My head is exploding.
We understand that.
But you have to let us handle it, Mr. Hartwell.
It's the best chance you have of getting your wife back.
Leave it in Madison's backpack,
under the bench in the park.
6:00 AM, tomorrow.
Boyd, the said no cops or they'll kill me and Madison.
They know everything about us.
They're on the move for both of the calls.
Bouncing off towers from 60th to 14th Street.
You can hear traffic.
And they tracked her location since?
The battery was removed after the call to the husband.
Any other calls from her cell?
Yeah, two to a no-name phone. We're tracking that right now.
Well, what about the husband's story?
He seems genuinely traumatized.
All right, let him go home to sleep
and to see his daughter, but I want a uni on him.
Captain, I don't think he's in on this.
He ran from us once, he'll do it again.
TARU have the traps on his phones?
- Yeah. - Now let's just hope somebody
shows up at that drop location tomorrow.
Oh, man.
What?
Valentine's dinner; I forgot.
Hey.
Did you forget about dinner?
No, no.
Uh, you look beautiful.
- Thanks. - We got jammed up.
Oh, I see, I'm home for a week,
you're already taking me for granted.
What?
Never.
Just give me a minute, huh?
Hey, watch that dog-walker going into the park.
False alarm.
White female wearing all black,
heading toward the backpack.
Move in!
Let's go, let's go.
Police! Drop it!
- Drop it! - Help!
- Hey, take it easy. - No!
They'll kill me, please!
- They're watching! - Who is?
Three black men!
Please let me give them the money! Please!
Oh, God.
They made me take off my clothes...
then they took turns.
Sometimes... two at a time.
Sometimes all three.
My mouth, everywhere.
And they made me do things to them.
Well, Christine, you said that they were black.
Can you give me any more details?
Oh, do I have to?
They know where I live.
Well...
had you seen any of them before?
I don't think so.
She told me at the hospital
what they did to her.
I want to kill them!
I get that.
Look, I need to ask.
Anyone in your life who matches the description?
You mean do I know any black guys?
Not many. A few at the gym.
My orthopedist.
Two of them had shaved heads.
One had dreads. Stocky.
Do you remember which one assaulted you here in your home?
No, he had a mask.
Okay, we found a robe downstairs
on the floor in the kitchen.
They let you get dressed?
Let me?
He had a gun on me, and he watched me.
He told me what to wear.
So what happened next?
He forced me out the back door.
Around the side. There was a van.
He pushed me in.
Did you stay in the van the whole time?
They parked sometimes, but I don't know where.
If it was day or night.
Okay. Did they say anything to you?
Did they know your name?
Your husband's name?
They said I was a rich bitch.
They said I deserved it.
Tell me about Justin Geld.
- He's my partner and my friend. - Christine's friend too?
Yes.
Did you know they have lunch together
when you're out of town?
I--I'm sure Christine told me.
Look, Boyd, sometimes an attack like this
is for revenge.
An angry husband, somebody who felt burned in a business deal.
You think I brought this on myself?
I mean, I've done things I'm not proud of.
Is there anything you wanna tell me about?
This whole thing.
I gotta say, I'm rocked.
Your wife is asking for you.
Most rape victims shut down, but... not Christine.
Yeah, what are you thinking?
Look, three black men in a van?
Maybe. Or...
maybe she doesn't want us to know who did this to her.
Hey, so that no-name cell Christine called?
I ran down the other incomings.
There's a lot of Wall Street guys
ordering deliveries from a health food store.
Yeah? Let's find out what kind of
protein powder they're talking about.
Yeah, you've got Darel. Who is this?
NYPD, Darel.
Put down the phone.
Yes, officers. How can I help you?
Tell us how you know Christine Hartwell.
- He's running! - Police!
Stop!
Why'd you run, Darel?
I don't know any Christine.
Thought wheatgrass made you smarter.
Monday night I was at a Rangers game
with my girlfriend.
You can ask the people in my section.
The dreads stand out at a hockey game.
Okay, but why did Christine call you, Darel?
Maybe I should take the fifth on that.
Look, man, you're on the hook for rape and kidnapping.
You need to try to help yourself out.
Now, if you're just her dealer, we don't even care about that.
- For real? - Yeah.
All right, man.
She wanted party favors.
Her usual.
Uh, an eightball, some "X".
These white housewives, they cracked out.
- She's cut off. - Okay, don't push it.
What happened after Christine called you?
She sent her delivery guy to my store.
He's a white dude.
Work boots, uh, short pants.
Hey, it's winter, man. What's up with that?
I don't know who that is.
Well, he says he's your drug dealer.
You've called his number before.
There was cocaine and ecstasy in your system.
You know we have the rape kit results.
There's evidence you did suffer a sexual assault,
but the DNA shows your rapist was a lone white male.
So Christine, I need you to think
very carefully about what you're gonna say next, okay?
Okay.
He made me call.
He said he wanted me, you know, amped up.
He hit me with the gun.
Who is he?
He's been stalking me.
And he said he had friends that would hurt me.
Christine, we're not gonna let anyone hurt you.
But you have to tell us who he is.
Kevin Fahey.
Police.
I'll move the truck. I'm sorry.
No, you won't.
You're under arrest.
Arrest for what?
Rape and kidnapping.
I raped her?!
That's not what happened.
We matched your DNA to the crime scene.
Christine told me to pretend to rape her.
Okay, and roughing her up? Was that part of the plan too?
Kevin, hey.
Kevin, we know about your record.
She wanted it.
To tell you the truth, I think she got off on it a little bit.
We're in a relationship.
It's been going on for six months.
What, she just likes guys in green shorts?
Yeah.
First time I made a delivery, she answered the door
in her yoga outfit, those tight pants.
Go on.
We hit it off right away.
She asked me if I wanted a vitamin water.
I came in.
She started kissing me.
And she pulled off the black pants,
bent over the stairs...
It was so... inviting--
Easy. You're here on a rape charge.
That's what I'm trying to tell you guys.
It was like our game, you know?
She would answer the door in a towel or lingerie.
Okay, got it, so you're living the penthouse dream. Got it.
Why involve her husband?
Okay, that part was a bad idea.
- You think? - We were supposed to go away
for Valentine's day,
but her husband was coming home early.
She tell you that?
She was pretty upset.
Then she told me she had a plan.
I'd pretend to rape her,
then I would pretend to kidnap her.
But it was just about us being together.
She brought up the money.
You got any proof?
Like voice messages, texts, notes?
We only talked when I made deliveries.
Of course.
I'm telling you the truth.
She set the whole thing up.
Was supposed to be our screw-cation.
She even had a place all set up.
This really cool loft in Soho.
Why are you accusing me?
I was raped.
I'm not accusing you, Christine.
There are just some... inconsistencies
in your story.
I told you-- I mean, he held a gun on me.
Okay.
So when is the first time you met Kevin?
I'm not sure. A few months ago?
Who remembers delivery men? I don't.
So you never had sex with him before?
What?!
No.
Sick.
Sit down, Christine.
See, the loft-- now, Kevin told us
that you told him where to take you.
That's a lie.
I have never seen that place before in my life.
Okay, so why don't you tell me what happened at the loft?
I already went over this.
Tell me again.
We had sex.
Everywhere. In the bed, on the floor.
Sometimes he's gentle, sometimes he slaps me, calls me a bitch.
Makes me get on all fours.
It was horrible.
And what was going through your head?
I shut down.
I--I did what he told me to do.
If he wanted drugs, I got drugs.
If he wanted sex, I gave it to him.
If he wanted me to suck on his gun, I did that too.
On my knees, begging for my life.
Don't you get it?
Okay, Christine.
I understand.
That's where he, uh... that's where this happened?
Sick bastard. Delivery guy in my house?
Honey, please, I can't do this anymore.
Okay.
I'm taking my wife home.
We'll be in touch, Christine.
- Give me something. - She said she was tired.
- I didn't want her to lawyer up. - Absolutely.
There's still a chance she could be a victim.
Well, from what I just heard, she's lying.
She's using present tense, she's mixing tenses.
It's like she's making it up as she goes along.
She's trying to convince us.
She said, "We had sex."
When she was talking about what the rapist did to her.
No real victim describes rape like that.
What about the husband?
He thinks there's nothing wrong with the marriage
that a blue box and thigh-highs can't fix.
Easier than couples counseling.
Look, I know he has a record,
but is there any chance Kevin is just her patsy?
Oh, yeah, I can see her playing him.
You know, this is interesting.
The owner of the loft, The Mango LLC,
it's a front owned by Justin Geld.
That's Boyd's business partner.
Okay, you two go talk to Geld.
This isn't me.
I've been in a hotel with my wife.
Now if thi--this is about...
Christine being kidnapped, then you're way off the mark.
I mean, yeah, what, Boyd and I talk.
We're partners.
Did Boyd tell you the ransom Christine's kidnappers asked for
is the same amount that you owe him for the SEC fines?
No.
You have any idea how this guy found out
about your little hideaway?
You give him the pass code?
I've never seen him in my life.
Well, 'cause your partner's wife
was raped here in your... F-Pad.
And the amount of the ransom demand?
Sure does seem like you could be the one that set this up.
So if you have any other ideas about how
maybe she ended up here... now's the time.
Okay, off the record...
Christine's been here before.
A few times.
She knows the code.
Can you prove that?
No, that's the whole point of an F-Pad--it's discreet,
there's no doorman, it's all cash.
When you and Christine went out to lunch on Friday,
did she ask you what you were doing for Valentine's?
Yeah, she knew the loft would be empty.
Did you two talk about Boyd?
Yeah, I told her that Boyd was coming home early,
but that she should, you know, act surprised when he told her.
Good story.
Too bad you can't prove any of it.
Maybe I can.
I have a motion-activated camera over the bed.
Christine know about that camera?
No.
I turned it off when she was here.
I mean, that kind of thing--
You mean banging your partner's wife?
Yeah, it could come back and bite you in the ass.
Yeah, oh, baby.
Oh, just lay back down.
'Cause Christine's gonna take really good care of you.
I know exactly what you like.
I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say a jury
is gonna have a hard time seeing this as coerced.
You're a bad girl, you know that?
Does your husband know how bad you are?
Don't worry about him.
You have another package for me?
He must have made her do and say those things.
He said he was gonna kill her.
- I love my wife. - I understand.
I know what I saw, detective.
I saw him brutalize her in our own home.
I can imagine how traumatic that was,
but look, I gotta be straight with you.
Boyd, we believe she's complicit in this.
I saw the bruises.
I held her last night while she was having night terrors.
Whatever that bastard made her do,
she did because she had to.
He made me do those things. I told you.
You told me a lot of things, Christine,
but I've been doing this for a while,
so why don't you tell me what actually happened?
He made me act like I liked it.
I didn't know we were being taped.
Well that seemed pretty clear.
I was terrorized for two days by this--
- Just stop. - No, you stop.
Stop browbeating my client.
Okay, counselor.
You're gonna earn your paycheck on this one.
Marvin Exley.
Your husband retained me
to represent you, so talk to me.
As if this case wasn't bad enough before.
Her husband brings in Marvin Exley?
Well, he can afford Exley, and she's pathological.
We can't let her get away with it.
Every time a woman makes a false accusation,
it makes it that much harder for real victims.
We could cut a deal with Kevin.
Play him down to second-degree coercion.
He'd be more than happy to testify.
Okay, we'll charge her with coercion, obstruction,
and filing a false report.
Thing that scares me in cases like this--
there's always another shoe.
Seriously, they've been married ten years
and the husband has no idea?
Well, I think he wants to believe her.
He doesn't wanna know.
How you doing, hmm?
You've been a little quiet since you got home.
It's two different worlds, you know?
My body's here, I just don't know if I am yet.
Yeah.
That could take some time.
Just so you know... I'm here.
You're a bad girl, you know that?
Does your husband know how bad you are?
Don't worry about him.
You have another package for me?
- Yes. - Let me see that package.
Mr. Fahey, can you tell us what you and the defendant
were doing on that tape?
- Well, we were having sex. - Consensual sex?
Oh, yeah.
And was that the first time that you and Christine
- had consensual sex? - No, no, it was not.
Um, we began a relationship six months ago,
and we had sex or oral sex,
every time I made a delivery.
We'd play games, role-play. You know, it got pretty kinky.
Can you tell me how that relationship
led to the events of the 13th of February?
Well, her husband was in Hong Kong,
and we were gonna shack up for a few days,
but she found out he was coming home early,
so she came up with this plan.
Tell me about the plan.
She wanted me to pretend to rape her, which I did.
She timed it so she'd be video chatting with him
when I "kidnapped her."
She wanted him to see the whole thing.
And did you know that she was gonna
ask her husband for ransom?
No, I freaked. But you know, she told me
it made her hotter like when I hit her ove--
Mr. Fahey, can you please tell us
about the conviction on your record?
When I was 19, I committed an armed robbery.
I served my time and I deeply regret my actions.
Thank you.
Nothing further.
Thank you.
Mr. Fahey.
Where do you live?
- Staten Island. - Staten Island.
- In your mother's home, right? - Yes.
And you have a high school education?
- I got my GED. - In prison, right?
Yeah.
Would you mind speaking up a bit, Mr. Fahey?
Yes, in prison.
Thank you.
And when was the last time
you had any sort of serious relationship?
I guess... with Christine.
This supposed relationship with Mrs. Hartwell,
is there any proof? Email, texts, calls?
Well, she told me never to call.
If she wanted to see me,
she'd just, you know, put in an order.
So it's your testimony that this attractive,
educated wife and mother
demanded that you rape her, that you kidnap her,
that you brutalize her under a drug-fueled sex binge
while her husband pays a ransom.
Pretty much.
Forgive me for saying this, but that strains credulity.
That means I find that very hard to believe.
Is there a question here, your honor?
Tell me, do any of your friends or coworkers
know about this relationship?
No.
So the only people you told
were the police after they arrested you?
- Now you're twisting things. - Am I?
And while they were interrogating you,
did they tell you that you were looking
at 25 years to life in prison?
It came up.
And have you now, in exchange for your pornography-fueled
- fantasy-- - Objection!
Sustained.
In exchange for your testimony
against my client, were you allowed to plead
to a misdemeanor for which you will serve
- fewer than six months? - Yeah, but--
You cut a good deal, Mr. Fahey.
I'm not making this up.
- I never told anyone because-- - no further questions.
Because Christine told me
that the guy before me started to brag.
Nothing further.
So she stopped getting deliveries
from the company that used the service.
Objection!
We were never given notice
of that testimony.
Sustained.
The jury will disregard the witness' last comment.
Kevin's lying.
He's making it up.
Mrs. Hartwell, we went over this extensively.
If there is anything in your past that can hurt us,
- we need to-- - She told you everything.
I need to have some time with your wife, okay?
Hey, Boyd, will you get me some cigarettes?
So this former delivery man, if he's out there...
- Oh, he's out there. - We'll find him.
- I need his name. - What?
Now.
Brad.
Something with an "H"?
PHX delivery, but nothing happened.
Why did you stop using PHX delivery?
Because my neighbor said he was gossiping about me.
Oh, did they? And he had no reason to?
You've damaged your credibility with the jury,
and I don't know what I can do to win it back.
I have to use the bathroom.
So we're clear, I wasn't sandbagging you.
- I had no idea that was coming. - Right.
You know why I love cases like this?
Hmm?
'Cause there's always another shoe.
I didn't know you could smoke in here.
I don't think you can.
Do you have an extra?
Brad Hayes.
Okay, I'll move the truck.
Do you know Christine Hartwell?
Christine.
Oh, yeah.
I know her.
What wasn't on that tape...
is what he said and did to me just before.
He held a gun on me.
He said he'd kill me.
Kill my family if I didn't do what he wanted.
Tell me, Mrs. Hartwell, do you see the man who did this to you
somewhere in this courtroom?
Yes.
Kevin Fahey.
Mrs. Hartwell, can you describe your state of mind
during this ordeal?
Well, I was terrified for my family.
Did you have a prior relationship with Kevin Fahey
before this brutal rape and abduction?
He delivered packages.
Clothes for my husband, toys for my daughter.
There was no relationship.
Hmm, I see.
And did you ever invite him into your home?
Absolutely not.
I'm a polite person. If he misconstrued that--
You have nothing to blame yourself for, Mrs.--
Okay, is there a question here, your honor?
Yes, let's keep moving, Mr. Exley.
Of course.
Now, Mrs. Hartwell, earlier we heard a testimony
from Brad Hayes, a delivery man for PHX, and he testified
that he had some sort of relationship with you.
Why would he say something like that?
I have no idea.
I barely remember him.
Did you, in fact, ever have a relationship with Brad Hayes?
Absolutely not.
Two years ago, my daughter was three.
I was home all day.
The nanny, the housekeeper, I was never alone.
I was busy taking care of my little girl and my husband.
Thank you.
No further questions.
So... just for me to recap,
your testimony is that you were kidnapped at gunpoint
by three black men and--
- No. - I'm sorry.
That was your original report to the police.
You later testified that you were kidnapped
by your big, green delivery man and then taken to
your husband's business partner's hideaway--
a loft you claim you've never seen before--
and you were raped there
until you were sent to recover your own ransom?
I know you don't believe me, but that's what happened.
If I was making up a story, why would I tell that one?
Indeed? Why would you?
Brad Hayes...
Now, this is a man you claim you barely recognize, right?
People's evidence 608, your honor.
Brad Hayes' PHX delivery schedule for the nine months
he was on the Hartwell's route.
The average time between signatures for deliveries
in your neighborhood, it's only 12 minutes.
But the average time between your signature
and the next delivery is 40 minutes.
Can you explain that?
He must have gone for lunch?
Sure.
The average number of deliveries is four a week--
same as Kevin Fahey-- for nine months until,
suddenly you stop ordering from companies that use PHX.
Why is that?
I heard he was making rude comments about me.
Mrs. Hartwell, we've heard testimony from Kevin Fahey
that you two had a consensual sexual relationship.
He's lying.
And so was your husband's business partner, Justin Geld,
when he testified that you two had sex in his loft?
- Yes. - And now Brad Hayes?
So all three men were lying when they testified under oath
- that they had sex with you? - Yes, that's correct.
Ah, and the videotape the jurors saw, right?
That--that--that was lying too, wasn't it?
Because I'm fortunate enough to have a wonderful family,
a comfortable home.
Some people see me as...
privileged.
They think that I'm self-centered,
that I take things for granted,
but that couldn't be any further from the truth.
What you see on that tape is... is me fighting for my life.
And the only thing going through my mind
was "Would I ever see my family again?"
I did whatever I had to do to survive.
Nothing further.
Your honor, we are unable to reach
a unanimous verdict in this matter.
I don't accept that,
and I order the jury to continue to deliberate.
Sidebar?
Approach.
Your honor, I have reason to believe the defendant
is influencing one of the jurors in this case.
Based on what, Ms. Novak?
I've witnessed eye contact on more than one occasion
both inside the courtroom and outside the courtroom--
This is ridiculous.
Prosecution is grasping at straws.
The whole case is based on the testimony
of a convicted felon, a drug dealer,
and a corrupt business partner.
- You've gotta be kidding-- - All right, Mr. Exley.
Ms. Novak, I will question the juror.
Your honor, we may have passed each other once or twice...
in the hallway or on the stairs.
No outside contact, no calls, texts, social media interaction?
I'm a happily married man.
Thank you, you're dismissed.
Any other tricks, Ms. Novak?
I know what I saw.
Unless you have evidence of improper communication,
I'm not dismissing a juror for making eye contact.
Your honor, I'm sorry,
we remain hopelessly deadlocked.
The case of New York against Christine Hartwell
is hereby declared a mistrial.
The state of New York thanks you for your service.
You're dismissed.
This case was a dog from the get.
Try it again. She's guilty.
I'll do my best, but there's not a chance
the bosses will let this go to retrial.
Hey, excuse me, ma'am.
You mind telling us what went on in there?
11-to-1, guilty.
Except for this one juror.
He says he looked in her eyes,
and he just knew she was telling the truth.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I love my wife.
And I have stood by her and believed her
through every second of this horrific nightmare.
She has been to hell and back.
First, raped by a brutal assailant
and then raped again by the state,
and forced to suffer through this travesty of a trial.
My wife is the bravest woman I know.
She is a survivor.
We look forward to putting this behind us
and moving on with our lives,
knowing that the strength of our love
has only grown stronger through this ordeal.
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