NARRATOR: In the criminal justice system,
sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. Ripped By mstoll
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.
WOMAN: Stop that man! Stop him!
Hey, police! Stop!
NARRATOR: Previously on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.
CRAGEN: William Lewis.
We have three witnesses who saw him
expose himself in Central Park.
How bad's his record? We don't know.
We can't run his prints because his fingers are burned.
I can't plead guilty to something I didn't do.
Uh, defendant is released.
Case to be set over for trial.
We're gonna need you to testify.
If you'll excuse me.
You did very well, darling.
It's Lewis.
He broke into her apartment, raped and tortured her
for 18 hours.
CRAGEN: Find him.
(SIREN WAILING) FIN: Police! Don't move!
You want to hear how I tied her to the bed?
She did things...
She never expected to do.
What you did to her, you're lucky
I didn't kick your teeth in. What I did...
You should be so lucky someone does that to you.
The State's relentless harassment
has taken a toll on my client.
BENSON: The judge declared a mistrial.
He's out on bail.
This guy, he knows every trick.
Well, go home. Stay there, two days.
Captain, that's... Liv, that's an order.
Hello?
Welcome home, Detective Benson.
(GROANS)
LEWIS: Hey. There she is.
With big, beautiful brown eyes.
So beautiful.
Give me a smile.
Still feeling woozy, huh?
That's all right.
(GROANS) We got time.
(SIGHS)
Mmm-mmm.
Shh.
(GROANS) Oh, come on. Don't be shy.
We're past that.
You've been so sweet when you were knocked out. (LAUGHS)
Another drink? Oh.
Why don't I take off that tape so you can say yes?
One thing.
If you scream again,
I'll shove your own gun right down your throat.
Mmm.
You know what?
Shoot me.
That's the end game, sweetheart.
We got a lot of shock and awe
to go before we do that.
(SCOFFS)
Ah! (CELL PHONE RINGING)
BENSON: (ON RECORD) Hey, it's Liv. Leave a message.
I'll get back to you.
Hey, Liv. It's me.
We were talking about getting together.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
That's probably my boyfriend.
He's NYPD. He's on his way over here now.
(SIGHS) Boyfriend, huh?
Yes. Does he have keys?
Yes, he does.
It's funny that I don't see much of his stuff around.
One robe in the bathroom.
One toothbrush.
You wouldn't lie to me, would you?
Let's think about what you're doing now.
Oh, I'm thinking about it.
You walk out that door right now,
no one will know anything happened to me.
What about that pert, little detective, the blonde one, huh?
She's not gonna notice all the bruises, all the cuts?
Cab stopped short.
I hit my face on the divider.
What about this? (GRUNTS)
What about these burns, huh?
She's like a dog with a bone, that one.
So what?
You've done far worse and gotten away with it.
Your lawyer friend, the redhead,
she'll accuse NYPD
of framing you after the trial.
A mistrial. Lewis, go!
Get the hell out of New York.
You walk out that door,
and we will pretend that this never happened.
You'd pretend that this didn't happen, would you?
(GROANS)
You're lying.
Ah.
There's something I think that you should hear.
CASSIDY: (ON RECORD) Hey, Liv, it's me.
Uh, look, I know we were talking
about getting together, um, tomorrow.
But these guys are jerking me around over here.
I've got to pull a double.
Um, anyway, don't be mad at me.
Hey, I'm the one stuck at the Bronx courthouse, right?
I'm sorry about this. I owe you one.
All right. Bye.
Guess he's not coming.
Billy.
I'm offering you a way out.
You're still bargaining with me?
Really?
We're past that!
I'm an NYPD detective.
My partner, my squad,
the entire department will hunt you down.
You think that you've put people through hell?
It will rain back down on you.
You know what?
Let it rain.
Yo, Munchy-Munch.
Brian, flowers, you didn't have to.
Dream on, pal.
Hey, where's Liv?
Cragen gave her two days off.
She didn't tell you?
No. We were supposed to hook up yesterday,
but I got roped into a double shift. So...
So, you stood her up. Nice move.
I left her a couple of messages.
I haven't heard back from her.
Hey, Brian! Hey, Cap.
How's Liv doing?
He hasn't seen her.
When's the last time you spoke to her?
Uh, Monday? I left a few messages.
Well, she was pretty down when Lewis got released.
CASSIDY: Yeah, well, can you blame her?
They just let this guy walk? Come on.
Went straight to voice mail.
Hey, Liv, it's Nick. Give me a call.
You know Liv. She can't turn it off.
She's probably deep into his case file by now.
Still. FIN: Captain!
Pizza boy folded like a slice.
All right, good work.
Uh, listen, I need a favor
before you two punch out,
just swing by Liv's apartment.
Yeah. Is everything all right?
Yeah, I just wanna make sure
she hasn't gone down one of her rabbit holes.
Okay. Cassidy, you coming with?
Uh, no. I'm back on tour in 30.
Hey, Rollins. If you talk to her,
will you have her give me a call?
Easy, Romeo. Just check in on her. What?
FIN: She's not picking up her landline.
Yeah. Well, the girl had a tough week.
She could just be catching up on her sleep.
Thirty-five hours?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Liv! Okay. So...
Either she didn't come home,
or she hasn't left her apartment in two days.
It's Fin! Liv?
CRAGEN: It's him. It's Lewis.
Yeah. He tied her up. He duct-taped her mouth.
Her hair, her blood. Captain, it... It's... It's everywhere.
He might have taken her down the fire escape.
And the window's open. Her bedding's gone.
Any sign of her cell?
No, it's not in the apartment.
But TARU's tracking it.
Canvass the building, the neighborhood.
Check all surveillance cams.
There's a pan on the stove with keys.
Smells like burnt hair or flesh.
Son of a bitch.
A detective has been kidnapped.
You bag everything.
I've got to call 1 PP. You find him.
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
We got a ping off her cell. It's Bushwick.
Lewis' halfway house.
(GROANS) Where is he? Where's Lewis?
I don't know, I swear! He was here!
What? No. No, no. No way!
Hand to God!
Was she with him? Who?
Where's her phone?
I don't know about no phone! (CELL PHONE RINGING)
No?
What's this?
Uh, dude, I had no idea he left that.
He said not to tell anybody he was here!
That guy's crazy!
When? Uh, I...
(GROANS)
Yesterday morning, early!
What time? Really early. Before breakfast.
What did he want? My car!
You got a car? Yes, my... My aunt's Lincoln!
Where did he go? I don't know.
He asked how much gas was in it.
No. Where was he going?
I don't ask him that stuff! He was in a real rush!
Didn't want to keep her waiting!
Her? Who? That lawyer.
The one who got him off!
Your Honor, my client has ties to the community, no record.
We request she be released on her own recognizance.
Your Honor, if we could. (GAVEL BANGS)
Order. This is an urgent police matter.
We need to question Counselor Mayer.
We're in the middle of an arraignment. I understand that.
Captain Donald Cragen, SVU.
Your Honor,
Counselor Mayer may have information about a suspect
who's holding an NYPD detective hostage.
VANESSA: Lewis was right!
You do have a vendetta against him!
Counselor.
Your client broke into Detective Benson's apartment two nights ago.
Now, he either killed her,
or he's holding her captive.
You're out of your mind.
I just saw him.
When? Where?
This is harassment. I don't have to answer your questions.
No. Counselor. Hey!
Look. These?
These are pictures from that detective's apartment.
You have the wrong suspect.
I was with him all day yesterday.
Where?
We drove out to Long Island.
In a Lincoln? Yes.
He stole it. Where did you go?
He said he wanted to go to the beach, to clear his head.
Okay. So, on this drive,
did he... Did he stop the car?
Did he ever check the trunk?
No. We have reason to believe
Detective Benson was in that car.
No. The car was empty.
Did you stop anywhere?
I had to get back to the city, and...
Before he dropped me at the train station, we stopped for dinner.
Where?
At my parents' house in Bellport.
Were they there?
(SIREN WAILING)
There's the car.
Fin, check the trunk.
William Lewis, NYPD!
I got one.
He's cold. He's been here a while.
A blood trail.
FIN: I got a bedspread.
That's a lot of blood.
Whoa.
Liv's necklace.
Hidden by the spare tire.
She left that for us.
Okay. She was alive in the trunk.
Canvass every house on the block. BOTH: Yes, sir.
He took their car.
Call that lawyer girlfriend.
Find out what her parents drive.
(SIGHS) He spent some time here.
Nick.
Dear Lord. (SIGHS)
(MOANS SOFTLY) She's alive.
Help me get her down. Get an ambulance!
Now! (GROANS)
(SIREN WAILING)
My daughter brought him.
We all had supper together.
He drove her to the train station.
Then, he came back.
Can you tell me what happened after Lewis came back?
He held a gun on me.
And he made me take off my clothes.
He made... Oh, God.
He made her watch while he raped me.
And this woman, did she say anything?
No. She had duct tape on her mouth.
He told her to keep her eyes open.
Any time she tried to close them,
he put a lit... Lit cigarette on me.
Was this woman...
Was... Was she with him when he left? EMT: Detective.
She... She passed out.
But she was alive. Oh.
Could you tell that she was alive?
You're done, Detective.
(SIGHS)
No hits on their E-Z Pass.
We've got alarms out on the couple's SUV,
their credit cards, bank cards.
Will do.
They still don't know where she is?
What the hell are they doing?
Everything they possibly can, Brian.
Yeah, I'm going out there.
You can't go out there. You're involved with the victim.
Victim?
They've got the zone flooded.
State troopers, Suffolk PD, NYPD.
You won't see something they don't.
Two days, Munch.
What's he doing to her, man?
You can't think like that.
If she's even still alive.
Liv's alive.
She's a survivor.
LEWIS: Hey, I'm back.
I got us some supplies.
What, are you resting? Whoopsie daisy.
That a girl. There you go.
Okay. Arms behind your back.
(GRUNTS) There you go.
Okay. Man.
I love hardware stores.
I got a tarp, some rope,
uh, extra duct tape,
some surprises for later.
And some drinks.
How's that sound, huh?
If I take the tape off, you'll be a good girl? Mmm-hmm.
Yeah? Okay. Mmm-hmm.
(SIGHS)
You thirsty, sweetheart?
Yeah.
No. No, no, no. Hey. Hey.
You don't get to say no anymore.
Okay?
All right.
You have some vodka,
then I'll give you some water.
Okay.
(GAGGING) That's it.
Suck it down. Suck it down. Yeah, that's it.
(SHUSHING) Swallow.
(GASPS) (SHUSHING)
The Vicodin, the sleeping pills, they...
They give you dry mouth. Right?
Water.
I know. I promised. I'm a man of my word.
Like when I told you about that lady,
and I told you what I was gonna do to her?
Right? I told her everything.
And then, I did everything that I said.
Didn't I?
Huh? Didn't I?
Yeah.
Here you go. Okay.
That's enough.
I think we're gonna find it soon.
Find what?
Some place special.
(GROANING)
One move, lights out.
I'll do you cold.
Hey, Captain, any word?
They're still searching.
Last witness we have saw her alive.
Was Liv okay?
Compared to the witness, yeah.
We know this guy's car.
We... We know where he's been.
What, he... He just ups and disappears?
Hey, but he's done this before. Okay?
Uh, Munch and I have gone over his MO.
Lewis doesn't pre-plan. He's a savant, instinctual.
But he does follow certain patterns.
He's like a... A cat playing with a mouse.
When he can, he moves them to a safe house.
He takes his time.
MUNCH: Kentucky, his girlfriend's mother.
He offers her a lift in the Circle K parking lot.
He stops at a hardware store.
He gets duct tape, rope, and a soldering iron.
Then, he stops at a liquor store.
ROLLINS: Right. And he ties the vic up.
I mean, he force-feeds her alcohol, drugs.
He... He drives around until he can find an abandoned mobile home
out in the woods.
He works her and he leaves her there.
A hunter finds her.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
And the two girls in Alabama.
ROLLINS: Roommates. He breaks into their apartment,
puts them in the trunk of their own car.
He drives them to a fishing cabin.
He holds them there for three days.
He rapes, tortures.
Um...
He leaves them there tied up,
but they manage to escape.
So, he lets them all live.
Not always.
His first lawyer girlfriend in Maryland?
He took her to a foreclosed house.
He holds her there for almost two days.
Leaves her for dead.
MUNCH: No news is good news.
The car hasn't been spotted on any bridges, tunnels, or ferries.
Okay. Then, he's still on Long Island.
Well, yeah. Well, he told his lawyer
that he wanted to clear his mind, go to the beach.
The beach, in Long Island?
Which beach, hmm?
North Shore, South Shore, the Bay?
Do you know how many beach houses there are on Long Island?
(JOVIAL MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(SINGING) Every morning Every evening
Ain't we got fun?
Not much money
Oh, but, honey
Ain't we got fun?
The rent's unpaid, dear
We haven't a car
(SIREN WAILS)
Oh, come on.
WOMAN: (SINGING ON RADIO) We'll stay as we are
Even if we owe the grocer
Don't we have fun?
Tax collectors
He's young.
One move and he's dead.
There's nothing sure of...
(TURNS OFF RADIO) Evening, Officer.
Is there a problem?
You know you ran through a blinking red light back there?
Oh. I did?
I looked both ways. (LAUGHS)
Slow night, right?
I'm sorry. I really should know better.
Well, can I see your license and registration?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Uh, registration is in the glove compartment.
It's my in-law's car.
Oh.
Here it is.
And the license?
Yeah.
Oh! (LAUGHS)
I left the house in such a rush.
I must have left my wallet.
Now, what's that on the floor there?
You been drinking?
What? Oh, no. No, Officer.
What do you got back there?
Where?
(GROANS)
(GASPING)
I think your job here is done.
(GUNSHOT)
NICK: Officer Jimmy Hamilton.
Three months on the job. Shot once in the head.
Lewis took his gun and badge.
Anything in the vehicle?
Traces of blood and hair.
He had Liv on the floor of the back seat.
That's Hamilton's squad car?
Lewis used it to pull over another driver.
Pistol-whipped her, locked her and her baby in the squad car trunk,
drove off in her minivan.
Yeah, we got a BOLO out on a white minivan with Connecticut plates.
He'll ditch that as soon as he can, go to ground.
Yeah, we've moved the grid search east and south.
Checking every home,
foreclosed home, second home,
even boats, from here to the water's edge.
All right. Check hardware stores, gas stations.
Anywhere they could have stopped between here and Montauk.
(BENSON GROANS)
I got to lose the car.
It won't take me that long, though.
(TAPE RIPS)
You gonna miss me?
(MOANS)
Hmm?
(MUTTERS)
Of course. (LAUGHS)
It's been a long time.
All that vodka, right?
(BENSON MOANS)
Let's go.
(GROANING)
If you need help...
I can help you.
Yeah, that's the guy.
He said he was using his wife's credit card.
Hey, my terminal was down last night.
I didn't know it was stolen until I ran the card this morning.
Well, was his wife with him?
No. He said she was in the car.
When? I was closing up.
Let me check the receipts.
Uh, 7:45.
What did he buy? A tarp, rope, wire,
a hand-held blowtorch.
I didn't know this.
He said he and his wife were going camping.
(GRUNTING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Look at you.
You going somewhere?
(MOANING)
Not without me, you're not.
I told you I'd be right back! (GROANING)
(GASPS)
I will cuff your hands right here.
Tie up your feet.
Ow!
Right here.
Oh, man. (LAUGHS)
A real old-fashioned iron frame bed, this.
I knew this place would be perfect.
You want me to burn your clothes off or cut them off?
Scissors.
I need some scissors. Where's the scissors?
There's got to be some scissors around here, right?
Oh, not in here. The kitchen. (LAUGHS)
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
Nope, no luck.
Ooh. Wait a second.
That's pretty perfect. (LAUGHS)
What's that look?
Are you feeling sad?
Thinking about someone you're never gonna see again?
Mom?
Dad?
Boyfriend?
No, huh?
Someone else.
Someone who you would give anything to see
just one more time.
I'll just try to put him out of your mind, okay?
Because you don't make it out of here alive.
(SIGHS)
You know what? Hmm?
You might wanna keep me around.
I know what you like.
Well, then, you've been holding out on me.
Yes, but that's what you want, isn't it?
Hard to get.
And then, begging for it.
Hmm?
I know how to get you off.
You do? Yeah.
Kentucky, Alabama.
I've seen the photos. (LAUGHS)
I probably know more details about it
than you remember.
Oh, I doubt that.
I've seen a lot of things.
But I've never seen anything like this.
You're not some punk.
Don't try and play me now. No.
I'm not playing you. No. Hmm?
'Cause I know you don't like that.
Those two girls in the cabin.
You hung one by her arm in the closet,
and you made her listen
while you did the other one for two days.
Did you... Did you even sleep?
I don't need sleep.
Not after I get on a roll. You're gonna find that out.
When? Now.
Then you might wanna loosen these cuffs or take them off.
Yeah?
Is that right? Yeah.
I know you like a struggle.
You wanna show me how strong you are,
overpower me.
Pin my arms behind my back.
No. Come on.
No!
(GROANS)
You don't tell me what to do.
Okay?
Now, you say...
(SOBS)
I want to live.
I'll do anything!
I'll do anything. Okay?
Anything.
(SOBS)
Yeah. I'll do anything!
Yes, you will.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Help!
VIVA: Ms. Linda, is that you?
(MUFFLED SCREAM) I can't find the key!
Shut up!
Oh.
Hi. Can I help you?
Oh, I'm sorry. Ms. Linda wanted me
to come before the weekend.
She didn't tell me anyone was staying here.
It was a last minute kind of thing.
VIVA: I'm supposed to clean here.
I'll call Ms. Linda.
Oh, no, no, no.
Don't... Don't worry about it.
Who's this? Huh?
Who's this beautiful little girl?
This is my daughter, Luisa.
Ms. Linda knows I bring her.
Luisa.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
Yeah.
We'll come back later.
No, no, no, no. No. Stay.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Come on inside. Just come inside. Come on.
Luisa. Luisa.
(SIRENS WAILING)
I come home, there's a strange car in the driveway.
The one I saw on the news. So, I called 911.
Did you see anyone in the house?
I didn't go inside.
Police told me to wait for you guys.
Whose bike is that?
Oh, my God. That's Janey's. My daughter's.
All right. Just wait here, Mr. Thurber. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
NICK: Come on.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
William Lewis, police!
Liv!
(SCREAMS)
Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Daddy!
I hate to be rude, but we have to hurry.
We have company.
A maid showed up with her five-year-old daughter.
Sweet little Luisa.
What did you do? Nothing yet.
That little one,
she's a cutie.
Little girls, huh? Old ladies.
What is it with you? Are you afraid of me?
(LAUGHS) Oh, no, sweetheart.
I was just hoping we could take our time.
We've been together for four days.
There's a lot of talk,
but there's not a lot of action.
(SIGHS) It's coming, baby.
I wonder if...
If you're not man enough
to get it up for a real woman.
Just wondered about that.
Huh?
You see, I profiled you.
A tyrannical sadist who preys on the weak.
I think you're afraid of me.
I do.
Do I look afraid to you?
I think you're afraid of me.
Let's get to the action.
(GROANS)
(GROANING)
Don't move.
Why?
What are you gonna do?
One move,
lights out.
Okay. All right.
You wanna be in control for a while, baby?
I can play that.
(GROANS)
BENSON: Did he hurt you or your little girl?
(VIVA SPEAKING SPANISH)
BENSON: I want you to take your daughter
and I want you to get out of here now.
I'll call the police!
No, no, listen to me. I am the police.
He's a very bad man.
Now, he's gonna go away for a long time.
Let me ask you a question, are you legal?
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Okay. If the police find out that you are here,
they will take away your daughter.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Y tú, entiendes?
Si. Okay.
(SOBBING)
Okay.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SIGHS)
Hey.
Hey, you.
You're out cold, aren't you?
I haven't called anybody yet.
I think I want you to suffer first.
Maybe I could burn you...
or cut you.
(CHUCKLES)
Or I could use the blowtorch.
But you might enjoy that too much.
See, you... You'd know what to do.
Your whole life, you know what you want.
And you just do it.
What I wanna do?
I wanna shoot you in the head right now.
Watch you bleed out.
Maybe that's too easy.
My old partner, he'd know what to do.
He wouldn't question himself after what you've done.
He would kick your teeth in,
break your legs, break your arms, break your back,
break your face...
Maybe I should call him.
Maybe I should get him to use that metal bar on you.
Huh?
And make you beg for your life.
(YELPS)
Then, do it.
Do something. Please, God. That speech?
That's the saddest thing I ever heard in my life.
Shut up. Your partner would know what to do,
I would know what to do, and you just stand there wondering what to do?
I will hurt you. Then, take the cuffs off.
Stop talking. Or what?
You going to shoot me?
You don't have it in you.
You want to, but you can't.
'Cause you're a nice girl.
You don't know who you're dealing with.
That old partner of yours...
Well, he sounds very macho, doesn't he?
No. It must have been tough for you.
All those long nights alone in the car.
You don't get to talk about him.
Did he ever do you?
He did, didn't he?
You still want him.
(LAUGHS)
I can hear it in your voice.
You're all bottled up. Yep.
All your life, you've been listening to stories.
Women telling you about the worst night of their life.
What about you, huh? What are you working through? Shut up! Shut up!
I said shut up. Something your daddy did to you?
Is that it? I'm onto something, aren't I? Shut up!
Call me what you want, but I can always smell a victim.
(GRUNTS) Yes. Can you smell that?
That's it.
There's the spunk.
Point taken.
I got it.
Daddy's off limits, right? Yes, he is.
Okay.
Why don't I talk about mine, then?
How about you don't? I'm not interested.
No, you are. You are. I'm not. I don't want to hear it.
My daddy?
Well... (CHUCKLES)
He used to leave me at my babysitter's.
He used to put me in front of the TV to watch cartoons
and he'd take her in the back and do her on the water bed.
One day, he got wasted.
He passed out, right?
She comes out of the room.
She asks me if I want to play.
She puts me in her mouth.
God, it felt good. (LAUGHS)
Then, my daddy came out.
He slaps her in the face.
She's bleeding.
From the nose and the mouth.
He grabs her, pulls her pants down,
and does her on the floor, hard, while she's screaming...
Begging him to stop.
While you watched? Are you kidding me?
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?
Sorry?
Oh, no, honey.
I think you missed the point.
My daddy got up,
pulled up his pants,
brought me to the car, and took me to Dairy Queen for ice cream.
One of the best days of my life.
The moment I knew what I was put here for.
I know what I want.
What about you?
I do.
I know exactly what I want.
I want you dead.
I want a bullet in your head.
That's it.
I want you in the ground.
Come on.
Nobody will miss you.
And nobody will mourn you.
Oh, just do it. Do it right now.
Come on. While you're angry. Just shoot me.
Do it. It's gonna feel so good. Just shoot me.
Just shoot me. Don't wait.
Don't let this go to trial, baby.
I've got a long history of winning streaks.
I'm going to get off. I promise you.
No, no, no, no, no. (GRUNTS)
No.
No, come back.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SCOFFS)
I knew it.
You don't have the balls.
(LEWIS GRUNTS)
(SOBBING)
(SCREAMING)
It's over, Liv.
It's over now.
He's still alive.
I don't know how.
You did what you had to do.
Let's get you out of here.
Let's get you out of here, Liv.
BENSON: I was able to break free of my restraints.
There was a struggle.
Uh, I managed to incapacitate the suspect and get the gun.
I, uh, got the handcuff key from his pocket.
I freed myself, called for backup.
HOGAN: And then, before help arrived,
the suspect tried to escape?
He managed to get to a standing position and lunge at me.
I used the metal bar from the bed frame to subdue him.
HOGAN: Rather than shooting him at point blank range.
I made a judgment call.
Thank you, Detective Benson.
I'll forward her statement, the case file,
the rape kit, and forensics to the D.A.
They'll be in touch.
Great. Thank you, Detective.
Well, as far as the Department is concerned, you're a hero.
They're gonna want a press tour as soon as you're up to it.
And the lawyer's mother? She's doing better.
She's gonna be released from the hospital tonight.
Where's she gonna go now?
I mean, she can't go back to that house.
Where am I gonna go now?
Your place is a crime scene.
The Department will put you up in a hotel.
Okay. For how long?
Liv, don't worry about it.
You've got a concussion, a broken wrist,
cracked ribs...
What you've been through...
You're on mandatory leave until you recover,
and I don't want any arguments.
I'm not going to give you any. (DOOR OPENS)
CASSIDY: Hey. Hey, Captain. There's a...
There's a lot of press outside.
I should get Liv out of here. Okay.
Hey. You wanna go to a hotel?
Uh...
Maybe your place is a better idea.
All right. Let's go.
BENSON: And when he was finally subdued
he was handcuffed.
He kept taunting me.
Like he knew every raw nerve.
You were in a very vulnerable state.
It almost seems as if you're blaming yourself.
I know better.
But he still got to me.
Got to you? Yeah.
But not the way you think. Ripped By mstoll