Law & Order Special Victims Unit s11e12 Episode Script
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NARRATOR: 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, Good morning! Mr.
and Mrs.
Gillette! It's Mike! Do you want me to load the luggage now? Traffic is really heavy.
We should be leaving now.
(BARKlNG) Hello.
You filthy bugger.
You are not getting into my nice clean Caddie covered in It's blood.
Mr.
Gillette? Are you okay? Hello? Sir? It's Mike.
(GASPS) Bert and Elaine Gillette.
Family chauffeur found them an hour ago.
Murder-suicide's domestic violence, so I called you.
Husband offs his wife, lies down beside her, shoots himself.
Blood spatter's consistent with that scenario.
Just waiting for Warner to get here and confirm.
Head's hacked up pretty good.
Looks like an ax.
Found this hatchet by the fireplace.
The gun was on the bed by his hand.
Hubby has a gun? Why did he turn his wife into chopped liver? You've never been married.
COP: Miss, you can't go in there.
Don't tell me what I can't do.
They're my parents.
BENSON: Ms.
Gillette.
Mother.
Ms.
Gillette, I need you to wait outside, okay? Come on.
(SOBBlNG) What happened? We think your father killed your mother, and then took his own life.
Come on.
Oh, Mother.
Why did he do this to you? Warner called.
Said you ducked out on the Gillette case before she got there.
Yeah, we had to take the daughter home.
You interview her? We tried.
She was a bit of a mess.
Literally.
Warner also tossed your murder-suicide theory.
The gunshot wound to Daddy Warbucks' head is inconsistent with self-infliction.
No residue on the hand.
So, it's a double homicide.
And our perp is on the loose.
And we're knee-deep in it.
The Gillettes gave generously to the Police Athletic League, were major campaign donors to the Mayor, and had the Police Commissioner on speed dial.
Their political pals will be crawling up my ass.
It's not domestic violence anymore.
Turf it to Homicide.
Already tried.
The P.
C.
said the Gillettes were special victims.
Because they're rich, powerful, and connected.
And we're stuck with it.
Go back to the crime scene with fresh eyes.
See what evidence you can find.
One pane of glass was cut out.
Easy to reach in and open the lock.
You missed forced entry.
We processed the bedroom first.
It looked like a murder-suicide.
We came to the same conclusion.
Well, the break-in didn't trigger the alarm? Individual panes aren't wired.
They wanted "look nice.
" They got "less safe.
" Yeah, but even still, the alarm should have gone off when the window was opened.
Checked with the security company.
The system wasn't armed last night.
Records show the Gillettes usually set it around 11:00.
Before they go to bed.
M.
E.
put their time of death at 10:00.
Killer knows their routine.
And must have really hated them, to hack one up and blow the other's brains out.
Maybe the daughter knows who.
My father didn't do it? STABLER: Forensics prove it conclusively.
I'm sorry we suggested it.
I'm just relieved.
It made no sense that Daddy would do something so terrible.
Can you think of anyone who would? I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt my parents.
They were patrons of the arts, they gave millions to charity.
They shouldn't have even been here.
Why do you say that? They were supposed to go to Florida last night.
Mother was getting over the flu, and I told them that she should rest another day before they traveled.
Anne, who else knew that they were going on vacation? Everyone.
They go to our house in Sanibel lsland every year, right after Christmas and stay until Easter.
Anyone else know that they hadn't left yet? Me, the staff, a few friends.
But I told you, everyone loved my parents.
It must have been a burglar.
Well, nothing was taken, and burglars, they grab and go.
They're not going to hang around and stage a murder-suicide.
This was personal.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
The killer is after me, too.
Why do you say that? I was out shopping the other day, and I had this strange sense that someone was following me.
And I'd turn around, and I'd see him duck behind something.
Can you describe him? Sunglasses.
Dark hair.
He was too far away for me to get a good look.
STABLER: When did you see him? Wednesday.
And where exactly did you go? A couple of boutiques on Madison, a jewelry store, an art gallery I adore, Zansky-Danich, in Chelsea.
DALTON: Ms.
Gillette? Lovely woman.
Exquisite taste.
BENSON: And she was here on Wednesday? And Monday.
If she's not buying something new, she's selling something from her personal collection.
In the last year, she acquired a Dzubas and sold us a Rothko.
So, you would describe her as a good customer.
These days, a good customer is anyone who even window shops.
Anne spends money.
Lots of it.
That's unfortunate.
That's an installation piece.
Patrice comes to us from the Saatchi in London.
Talent like hers is very rare.
I'll bet.
So, Wednesday, when Ms.
Gillette dropped by, you saw her come in? I opened the door myself.
Anyone come in after her? No.
It was a quiet afternoon.
Two or three other clients.
But no one I didn't know.
Would you mind letting us take a look at your security tapes? We don't have any.
Spending a million dollars is a very private experience.
Especially for some of our more eccentric clients.
They don't want a hard sell.
Or cameras recording their spending habits.
Hell, yes, we've got cameras.
The smaller they make them, the more we install.
My brother runs our security in the back.
Right now, he's probably eyeballing you on a dozen different screens.
He eyeball Anne Gillette recently? Annie? Of course.
Saw her just the other day.
She's a regular? A very classy lady.
Old school, you know? Glamorous.
Loves to buy ice.
Loves to wear it.
Best of all, loves to pay for it in cash.
Like she did when she was in on Wednesday.
Bought one of these beautiful, diamond encrusted Lady Bvlgaris.
When Annie was in here the other day, you notice anyone following her? There was a fellow.
Dark skinned.
Don't tell me Annie was mugged.
No.
No, no.
Ms.
Gillette is fine.
But someone may have been tailing her.
Which is why we'd like to see your security footage from Wednesday.
I'll do you one better.
The whole shebang's digitized.
I'll burn you a disk.
ANNE: I think that could be him.
Well, we've got that same man on surveillance cameras from three of the shops that you visited on Wednesday.
He followed you in, he bought nothing, and he left after you did.
So, I was right.
He was watching me.
He must have followed me to my parents' house and killed them.
Why do you think he targeted your family? My picture's always in the paper.
I attract all kinds of attention from men who want my money.
How are you ever going to find him? We know where he's going to be tomorrow.
Following you.
You want to use me as bait.
I'll hire bodyguards.
BENSON: No, don't.
That will spook your shadow.
You're asking me to lure him out unprotected? We will be with you everywhere you go.
And when we see him, we'll grab him.
The African Mahogany caskets will be fine, but the handles must be solid bronze.
We'll need to special order them.
Then, do it.
Make everything perfect.
They're my parents.
Of course, Ms.
Gillette.
I'll see to it myself.
Spot him yet? No sign.
He could hardly follow her into the funeral home.
What's he going to do? Pretend he's shopping for coffins? Maybe he made us at the cemetery or the florist.
In these outfits? Olivia, I need you to place some calls for me.
See? Even she forgot we're cops.
Look, I'm getting sick of this playacting.
If he's following her, we would have seen him by now.
We've got one more stop.
As for the hymns, your mother was particularly fond of Rock of Ages, and Abide With Me, Fine.
El, I've got movement at three o'clock.
Anne.
You look pale.
You need to rest.
Is there some place private you could take her? I'm fine, Olivia.
Please don't fuss.
How many pallbearers are customary? Hey.
Police.
Freeze.
Turn around.
That's him! Gun! ANNE: Oh, my God! Get her out of here! Please don't let him kill me! BENSON: Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Don't move.
In the right inside pocket, you'll find something of interest.
You're on the job? Ashok Ramsey, Special Frauds.
Mmm-hmm.
Turn around.
Why are you tailing Anne Gillette? Because she's a killer.
Didn't you know? I've been tailing Anne Gillette for the past two weeks.
You did a lousy job.
You got made by a lady who lunches.
Who's been leading you and your partner on a wild goose chase.
Did you see her murder her parents? I wasn't following her that night.
My case focused on her daytime activities.
Well, let's talk about those.
According to your C.
O.
, Special Frauds has no open investigation into Anne Gillette.
It's off the books.
By whose authority? The Chief of Detectives.
You're running a shadow op? That's what the Mayor wants.
His Honor and the Chief of D's, huh? You're pretty well connected.
Not as well as the Gillettes.
I had to investigate Anne sub rosa, so her family couldn't quash the case.
Why were you after her? For embezzlement.
The Gillette fortune wasn't enough? Anne has expensive tastes.
Her trust fund ran out, so she used her seat on the Prestwick Foundation board to supplement her income.
Stole $3.
5 million.
Well, that would keep Miss Thing in diamonds for quite a while.
This is for your scrapbook.
You got enough proof that she did that? Not yet.
But when I show you my file, I think you'll be convinced.
So, you can make her for a thief.
That's a big jump to murder.
Is it? She's the sole heir to her parents' estate.
It's worth over $200 million.
That's a lot of motive.
She's broke, desperate, and all that money is just out of her reach.
You're not in cuffs.
Let me guess, one of us? Liv, Ash Ramsey, Special Frauds.
So, we really do have a modern-day Lizzie Borden.
Yeah.
Only this time, mommy only got 10 whacks.
(SCOFFS) How did you get onto her? My office is at One PP.
I'll catch you up on the way downtown.
Anne tried out three times for the Olympic equestrian team.
Unsuccessfully.
She then opened an art gallery, which closed after she forgot to pay taxes for five years.
Followed by a stint as an interior decorator that resulted in six lawsuits, all of them settled privately.
Sounds like she hasn't found herself.
But why would the Prestwick Foundation want her on the board? Daddy gave them $10 million.
I got my daughter a job at Target.
Didn't cost me a dime.
I'm sure your daughter's more qualified to sit on the Prestwick Foundation board.
Anne was discreetly kicked out of three prep schools.
She finally graduated from a girls' finishing school in Switzerland.
Where she received credit for flower arranging.
So, poor little rich girl can't cut it in the real world, but she's smart enough to steal $3.
5 million.
This doesn't make sense.
Don't underestimate Anne.
She's incredibly smart.
But she doesn't play by the rules.
How did she scam the Prestwick Foundation? Their recordkeeping is abysmal.
No computerized files.
They just write checks to deserving organizations.
I'll say.
Three hundred thousand for the Bed-Stuy Art League.
Five hundred K to the Washington Heights Children's Orchestra.
Well, maybe she's just overly generous.
None of these organizations exist.
Bank accounts were opened for each with forged documents, the funds deposited.
And the cash withdrawn as soon as the checks cleared.
The Foundation didn't notice until Mr.
Prestwick made a visit to the Chinatown Folkloric Ballet and wound up in a pet shop.
They were embarrassed and wanted a quiet investigation, so as not to scare off future donors.
Anyone at the bank lD Anne? No.
The accounts were all opened by a white man, unmemorable.
Well, her accomplice had to have shown lD.
Patriot Act requires verification of all account holders.
But with a charity, all you need are the 501C3 papers.
How did you know Anne was dirty? The fraud began as soon as she joined the board.
Right after each phony check was cashed, she went on shopping sprees.
I've been tracking her spending.
She's almost out of funds.
So, you've been tailing her hoping she'd go back to her accomplice for a top up.
But she couldn't.
She knew you were following her.
Must have realized the Foundation was onto her.
Maybe she went to Mommy and Daddy for money.
They said no, she offed them.
Classic red-collar crime.
When some white-collar criminals are confronted or fear they are about to be caught, they can turn violent.
Most common targets are their parents.
MULDREW: Ramsey.
Get out here.
Only time I hear that voice is when I'm about to be bent over.
Chief Muldrew and Mr.
Prestwick.
It's a pleasure.
Suspend your investigation into the Prestwick Foundation.
But, sir, I've PRESTWlCK: The money's been replaced.
A board member heard of our predicament.
Pledged to cover our losses.
Anne Gillette.
The donor wishes to remain anonymous.
Sir, a crime was still committed.
It's all been a misunderstanding.
And Mr.
Prestwick would like the Foundation's files back.
Load up the records.
What's Special Victims doing down here? We're just hitting up Ash to join us in a foursome.
A little golf tournament.
SVU versus Nassau Sex Crimes.
Well, Ramsey would make a hell of a ringer.
Are you sure you wouldn't like a full report on my findings? It's not necessary.
I'm so sorry we troubled you.
Good luck on the links.
Six months of hard work going down the toilet.
Chief of D's didn't shut down our case.
You want to nail Anne Gillette? Work with us on it.
The minute you question her, Muldrew will pay your squad a visit.
Well, not if we question her as a victim.
Lady did say she had a stalker.
And we caught you.
ANNE: I'm so glad you arrested him.
Do you think he killed my parents? I do.
But it would help us nail him if you could answer some questions.
Anything you want to know.
Well, this is grim.
I don't know how you work under these conditions.
Budget cuts.
We're used to it.
But we're losing a lot of domestic violence shelter beds, counseling for rape victims Perhaps I can arrange for a grant in my parents' name.
That would be wonderful.
But of course, first, we'd have to convict your parents' killer, to avoid any conflict of interest.
Of course.
So, you are charging him with murder.
I'd love to.
But we don't have enough evidence.
But you have him on tape.
At the stores where I was.
I mean, it can't be a coincidence.
No, but we have nothing tying him to your parents' house or to their murders.
You don't have any fingerprints? No DNA? He must have worn gloves.
This is terrible.
Don't worry, Ms.
Gillette.
Homicide cases never close.
So, it may take some time.
But we will convict your parents' killer.
I know he did it.
I just wish there were some way we could prove it.
You said that your parents never mentioned being followed or watched.
Not to me.
Uh-huh.
Is there anybody that they may have told? Our business manager, Nate Hartman.
He handles all of our family's affairs.
I'll talk to him.
Yes.
Let me call him first.
He's a real stickler about confidentiality.
You can ring Nate in the morning, after I've spoken with him.
I'm very tired.
I'd like to go home now.
Well, let me drive you, We can finish up our questions on the way there, Your partner's good.
Anne seems pretty confident Nate will lie for her.
Got to be her accomplice.
Business manager would know how to exploit the Foundation's primitive accounting and open dummy accounts.
Let's hit him before they get their stories straight.
What's the emergency? Is Anne okay? You seem worried about her.
Have you talked to her tonight? No.
But I'm concerned about her safety, after what happened to Bert and Elaine.
Do you know all the gory details? Just that they were murdered in their beds by burglars.
That's what Anne told me.
And you always believe what Anne says.
Of course.
What are you doing here? In a short while, your phone will ring.
Anne is going to ask you to lie for her.
Anne would never do that.
She's a gentle soul.
She's scrupulously honest.
Who's been robbing the Prestwick Foundation blind.
With your help.
(TELEPHONE RlNGlNG) Nate, it's over.
You're going to jail.
Unless you answer that phone and do exactly what we say.
Put it on speaker.
(RlNGlNG CONTlNUES) Hello, Anne.
ANNE: Nate, It's so horrible, The police know who killed my parents, but they don't have enough evidence to arrest him, You have to say you saw him following them, Anne.
Just listen, You'll describe him, Indian, dark hair, well dressed, menacing, dangerous, You saw him watching the house, Bert and Elaine saw him, too, They were frightened, They asked you for advice, You want me to lie? I want justice for my parents, And you are the only one who can deliver it, I'll see you tomorrow, darling, At the funeral, Now what happens? You talk.
We listen.
She told me it was a tax dodge, That the Foundation knew, I didn't know she was stealing, You've got to believe me, You don't have to convince me, Just a grand jury, the D,A,, a judge, I don't believe this, Why did you do it, Nate? I loved her, And I thought she loved me, STABLER: We've got her.
On an embezzlement case that was shut down six hours ago.
We still don't have Anne Gillette for murder.
We heard her tell Nate Hartman to lie.
She can claim she was distraught.
Afraid that the man she believed murdered her parents would walk.
Who are you, Cabot? Just keep working the homicide.
Right.
And if she gets wind, she's going to buy herself a private island and fight extradition until we retire.
Captain, let us pick her up before you get the call telling us to stand down.
Charge her with witness tampering and make a splash.
Anne won't be able to hush this up if it's all over the front page.
ANNE: It was a lovely service.
Thank you so much.
This is very bad timing, Detectives.
We're on our way to the gravesite.
With a stop at the Tombs.
You're a cop? (HANDCUFFS CLlCKlNG) Anne Gillette, you're under arrest for obstruction of justice, witness tampering.
What witness? Nate Hartman.
You bitch.
You set me up.
RAMSEY: You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will CRAGEN: Anne lawyer up? No.
But half the social register saw us collar her.
Somebody is going to call her lawyer.
Better get in there before he shows up.
Any ideas on how to play her? She's a sociopath, so she'll want control.
So, we won't give her any.
HUANG: No, give it to her.
In spades.
Make her feel comfortable.
So she slips up.
MULDREW: Captain Cragen.
Over here.
Quick.
Your pet cops finally went off the deep end.
Arresting Anne Gillette at her parents' funeral? They were obeying my direct orders, sir.
You knew I ordered Detective Ramsey to close his case.
I didn't think that trumped a double homicide.
This isn't a moment for you to think.
Your detectives didn't arrest Anne Gillette for murder.
Penny ante witness tampering is all I heard.
For now.
And you can prove that she's the killer? Not yet.
Then, why the hell did you arrest her in the middle of Park Avenue? She's dangerous.
Is that your clinical opinion, Dr.
Huang? Do you want me to use bigger words? Fine.
She's a psychopath with extremely violent tendencies.
Stop showing off.
(SlGHS) Bring her down for murder, and I'll back your play.
But screw the pooch, and I'm going to let the crap roll downhill.
They better crack her, or we're going to have a lot of shoveling to do.
Three against one? You all hardly play fair.
Let's talk, anyway.
To you two? (SCOFFS) Certainly not.
Just him.
Shoo.
We haven't been formally introduced.
Anne Gillette.
Ashok Ramsey.
Ramsey.
Is your mother Sana Ramsey? Yes.
You have her eyes.
We used to run into each other all the time in London.
Mutual friends.
RAMSEY: I'll pass on your regards, Who is this guy? No, you won't, You haven't spoken in years, Why is that? Overseas calls are expensive.
Not anymore.
And you could afford it, even if they were.
Why are you so interested in me? Because we're two of a kind.
The prodigal children.
We're nothing alike.
Aren't we? You came across the pond to escape your family.
Slumming as a cop, pretending to be someone else.
I know all about it, darling.
And sooner or later, you'll fly back to the nest.
And kill my parents like you killed yours? (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) The shrinks have a word for that.
Projection.
I don't wish my parents dead.
Oh, drop the act.
We all do.
It's a terrible burden, growing up rich.
They give us too much.
They give us too little.
But in the end, there's all that money waiting when they're dead.
And you were tired of waiting.
Tired, yes.
But only tired.
You will find plenty of witnesses that will tell you I spoke of being frustrated.
But so is Prince Charles, and he hasn't offed his mother.
Yet.
I don't covet what my parents have.
You're still living in that adolescent place where you reject their world.
Trying to prove that you're your own man.
But sooner or later, they will lure you back in.
Your mother is quite seductive.
You know nothing.
I know more than you think.
Lady likes to play with her food.
Before she starts taking bites.
Her attorney's here, and I don't think he's used to seeing his client locked in a cage.
I'm Yancey Winthrop.
Ms.
Gillette's counsel.
You're welcome to her.
Yeah.
First, I'd like a few words with you two.
Look, I'll tell you what.
Save your speech about how well connected she is.
I don't give a damn.
You got 10 minutes before I take her to Central Booking.
Where's my client? BENSON: Right this way.
I suppose I should explain.
Look, no need.
I hate the bitch as much as you do.
It's hardly worth booking her.
Two misdemeanors for witness tampering? She'll waltz out of arraignments on low bail, the minute the judge gavels.
We got nothing on the murder.
We could get a felony charge if Nigel Prestwick cooperates on the embezzlement.
Okay.
Does he have any weaknesses we can leverage? He's a milquetoast.
Typical fifth generation WASP elite.
Inbreeding has melted their brains.
There's got to be something.
I mean, is he a tax cheat? A philanderer? Just a cheapskate.
Nigel bills all his personal expenses to the Foundation.
It pays his dues at the Yale Club, the Century Club, and something called the Donatien Society.
What did I miss? Mr.
Milquetoast is not so vanilla.
Hold off on transporting Anne.
Let's go talk to Prestwick.
I told you, Detective.
I can't press charges.
Out of respect for Bert Gillette's (SHUSHlNG) Let's cut to the chase, Nigel.
May I call you Nigel? You see, Nigel, I know that men have needs.
But when a wife can't fill those needs, men have to look elsewhere.
Yes.
But sometimes, those needs are misunderstood.
Judged unfairly by society.
On your knees, Worm.
Now! Get up.
You owe me a new pair of boots.
This picture's worth Please.
Delete it.
I will.
After you press charges on Anne Gillette for embezzlement.
You don't know what you're asking of me.
The scandal will ruin the Foundation.
Donors will lose respect for us.
Your wife is going to lose respect for you after she finds out about your dirty little fetish.
You think you're pretty clever there, naming your secret society after the Marquis de Sade.
Donatien Alphonse Francois.
You can protect Anne, or you can save your own skin.
But you can't do both.
You see, because last year, we arrested two sadists who were members of your little club.
And I remember we seized a whole lot of videos.
You know, we should check the evidence locker to see if our friend Nigel here is on tape.
Because I specifically remember, there was one on Nazi role Enough! I'll do it.
Thought so.
At least we've got Anne on a felony embezzlement charge.
Not the world's best case.
Prestwick told the Chief of D's it was a misunderstanding.
Defense counsel will call that a recant.
We've got the business manager.
Nate Hartman's a co-conspirator, so his testimony requires corroboration.
Unless we go federal.
Did you go to law school? London School of Economics.
Not a lot of MBA's on this job.
Economics and mathematics impose order on chaos.
Like police work.
Learning something new about you all the time.
I met this woman from the U.
S.
Attorney's Office at the opera.
I've been meaning to call her.
WOMAN: Good thing you didn't ask me to take this case a year ago.
After 9/11, all our manpower went to anti-terrorism.
The U.
S.
Attorney's Office has jurisdiction over bank fraud.
You're all we have left.
How solid is your evidence? I spent six months on a forensic accounting of the Foundation's books.
I've got affidavits from every bank, plus a match between embezzled cash and Anne Gillette's expenditures.
And there's the rub.
You don't want to go after Anne Gillette.
Her parents have given millions to politicians.
Her dead parents.
Who she killed.
Which you can't prove.
But we will, and when we do, you can fold the homicide right into your case.
She tried to cover up the theft with her parents' cash.
The cases are inextricably linked.
Homicide's the big show.
But they're usually state cases.
Do you know how many federal prosecutors go their entire career without ever trying a murder? Get me the files.
I'll draft a writ moving Anne Gillette into federal custody.
Thank you, Camilla.
And she'll spend the night at Rikers.
You can move her down to MCC tomorrow.
I'll give Elliot the good news.
Ready to go? Don't touch me.
You want to explain the drill to Her Highness? Anne, dear, it will all be over in a couple of hours.
We'll post bail.
Yeah, no, I doubt that.
Word is that the Prestwick Foundation had a change of heart.
Nigel turn against me? Never.
Well, my partner can be pretty persuasive.
You are being arraigned on felony bank fraud.
Which means it's off to Rikers with you.
You are not putting me in a cell.
Yancey, do something.
I'll try, but it may be unavoidable.
Are those really necessary? Well, you know, standard procedure.
I'm sorry they're not diamond encrusted, but the Bedazzler, it went AWOL.
You have no idea what I'm capable of, Detective.
I saw your mom's body.
If you really believe I could do something like that to someone I love, what do you think I could do to someone you love? STABLER: Liv and Ash back yet? No.
Should be about another 20 minutes.
Why? Can you have them transport Anne to Rikers? I'm going to take a little lost time right now.
Well, what's going on? It's probably nothing.
Whatever it is, it was enough to get you rattled.
Anne threatened my family.
Well, I wouldn't call that nothing.
Yeah, well, I don't think she has the reach to get anything done from the inside.
But, you know, just to be safe, I'm going to take Kathy and the kids over to her sister's in Jersey.
I'm probably over-reacting, but I don't think so.
Huang thinks she's extremely lethal.
You take care of your family.
We'll handle the prisoner.
CRAGEN: Anne tucked in for the night? Corrections gave her the Presidential Suite.
Those your fives on the homicide? Yep.
I'm just putting the cherry on top before I give it to the Feds.
Good.
Because you're off the case.
What? We've got a big problem.
With me? And your buddy, Ash Ramsey.
(BANGlNG ON DOOR) Come on! Come on! Ash! RAMSEY: I heard you the first 30 times.
Now, bugger off.
Ash, it's Olivia Benson.
Don't you ever sleep? You didn't answer your phone.
So you asked Truck One to boom my door? They're here to protect you.
Anne Gillette just took out a hit on us.
An informant at Rikers ratted Anne out.
Said she was buying a contract on us.
Don't know if she's made contact yet with a hit man, but Cragen doesn't want to take any chances.
Hence the platoon outside my door.
Olivia.
Good to see you.
Thanks for the files, Ash.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Don't say it.
Conflict of interest, gross impropriety, compromising the case.
You could have kissed her goodnight.
I didn't make her climb down the fire escape.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
(CLEARS THROAT) So, how much are we worth? Hundred grand.
That's all? For both of us.
I should have known she'd do something like this.
Killing your parents is one thing, but murdering two cops? That's a whole other ball game.
Not for a psychopath.
We haven't seen the real Anne Gillette yet.
Just shadows and masks.
The grieving daughter, the frightened victim, the vixen, the socialite So, she's good at playing parts.
But greedy and thieving doesn't make her a psychopath.
Not all psychopaths are murderers and rapists.
Some never commit a crime.
They've adapted their amorality to fit into society.
Like your friends on Wall Street? Who better to leverage the buyout of a company without giving a damn about the people who Iose their pensions, along with their jobs? Yeah, but it's not the same thing.
They didn't break the law.
There's a big difference between embezzlement and rape.
Absolutely.
Rapists get 18 years in Attica.
White collar criminals get 18 months in Club Fed.
I'm sick of watching my perps get soft time.
So, we'd better make sure that Anne Gillette goes down for murder.
You're both off the case.
It's too dangerous.
You can't re-assign us.
It's already done.
You too, Elliot.
We have no idea what kind of associates Anne Gillette has, or whether she has something in play already.
We promised the U.
S.
Attorney we'd transfer her to the federal jail today.
Let the Marshals Service handle the prisoner.
That's what they do.
Captain, why don't you let us pick her up from Rikers, and transfer her down to the lockup at Foley Square? A couple of hours, max.
No.
It's done.
You going somewhere? Just got a few errands to run.
Yeah? Your dry cleaner have anger issues? Liv, don't do this.
I'm not going to let that bitch scare me off.
Maybe you should.
I sent my family away.
They're civilians.
I've got a job to do.
Ash Ramsey put you up to this? No.
It was my idea.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
And you were just going to deal me out? I'm trying to protect you from the fallout.
While you and Sir G.
Q.
just cowboy it up, huh? You have a problem with Ash? No.
But you're my partner.
If anybody has your back, it should be me.
El, it's fine.
I can handle Anne Gillette.
You handle the Captain.
Kicked up to the Feds.
I suppose I should be flattered.
How are the federal facilities? Martha Stewart called it "going to Yale.
" Well, clever Martha.
At least it will have a better class of prisoner.
This place is full of the most awful women.
And I hear I'll get to wear blue.
It's much more flattering with my coloring.
I'm a summer, you know.
We all set? Shall we? Where are we? Queens.
No wonder I've never been here.
Go, go, go! (HORN HONKlNG) BENSON: Stay in the car.
(MACHlNE GUN FlRlNG) Come on.
Let's go! Let's go! Well, this isn't the Waldorf.
But then again, the concierge might have objected to your attire.
You want to go somewhere else? There's the door.
How about a ride to the Westchester County airport? There's a jet waiting.
Sure.
As soon as I get the rest of my money.
I told you I'd wire it into your account.
Don't you trust me? Look, lady.
I just iced two cops for you.
I don't trust you any further than I can throw you.
Fine.
I'll make the call now.
No, not that phone.
You never know who might be listening.
First, it's my boots.
Now, it's my shirt.
We'll go shopping.
Yeah.
Mind if we wrap this up first? (PHONE RlNGlNG) MAN: Bonjour.
Bonjour.
(SPEAKlNG FRENCH) Look at her.
She's enjoying this.
That's correct.
All done.
Where are my manners? My father always told me to seal every business deal with champagne.
Do you think this dump has room service? They do now.
I have to say, when my cellmate told me she knew a hit man, I had no idea you'd be so attractive.
I'm the total package.
I wish I'd met you sooner.
Your skills would have come in handy.
In killing your parents? I didn't.
Relax, baby.
You're among friends.
But an ax? That's old school.
You didn't know my mother.
The constant judgment, the carping and then, the bitch tried to tell my daddy to cut me out of the will.
I had him wrapped around my finger for years.
But Mother was out to get me, always whispering nasty things in his ear.
I didn't want him dead, but Collateral damage.
Exactly.
You know, you should come with me, darling.
I could always use a man with your skills.
The possibilities for us are endless.
Rio is always beautiful this time of year, and Carnival is starting soon.
(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR) Who is it? MAN: Room service.
It's about time.
You bastard! You're taking this trip alone, darling.
Get off of me! Get off of me! I will kill you.
I will kill you all! Get off of me! Get off! Finally, the mask comes off.
We get to see the real Anne Gillette.
What took you so long?
and Mrs.
Gillette! It's Mike! Do you want me to load the luggage now? Traffic is really heavy.
We should be leaving now.
(BARKlNG) Hello.
You filthy bugger.
You are not getting into my nice clean Caddie covered in It's blood.
Mr.
Gillette? Are you okay? Hello? Sir? It's Mike.
(GASPS) Bert and Elaine Gillette.
Family chauffeur found them an hour ago.
Murder-suicide's domestic violence, so I called you.
Husband offs his wife, lies down beside her, shoots himself.
Blood spatter's consistent with that scenario.
Just waiting for Warner to get here and confirm.
Head's hacked up pretty good.
Looks like an ax.
Found this hatchet by the fireplace.
The gun was on the bed by his hand.
Hubby has a gun? Why did he turn his wife into chopped liver? You've never been married.
COP: Miss, you can't go in there.
Don't tell me what I can't do.
They're my parents.
BENSON: Ms.
Gillette.
Mother.
Ms.
Gillette, I need you to wait outside, okay? Come on.
(SOBBlNG) What happened? We think your father killed your mother, and then took his own life.
Come on.
Oh, Mother.
Why did he do this to you? Warner called.
Said you ducked out on the Gillette case before she got there.
Yeah, we had to take the daughter home.
You interview her? We tried.
She was a bit of a mess.
Literally.
Warner also tossed your murder-suicide theory.
The gunshot wound to Daddy Warbucks' head is inconsistent with self-infliction.
No residue on the hand.
So, it's a double homicide.
And our perp is on the loose.
And we're knee-deep in it.
The Gillettes gave generously to the Police Athletic League, were major campaign donors to the Mayor, and had the Police Commissioner on speed dial.
Their political pals will be crawling up my ass.
It's not domestic violence anymore.
Turf it to Homicide.
Already tried.
The P.
C.
said the Gillettes were special victims.
Because they're rich, powerful, and connected.
And we're stuck with it.
Go back to the crime scene with fresh eyes.
See what evidence you can find.
One pane of glass was cut out.
Easy to reach in and open the lock.
You missed forced entry.
We processed the bedroom first.
It looked like a murder-suicide.
We came to the same conclusion.
Well, the break-in didn't trigger the alarm? Individual panes aren't wired.
They wanted "look nice.
" They got "less safe.
" Yeah, but even still, the alarm should have gone off when the window was opened.
Checked with the security company.
The system wasn't armed last night.
Records show the Gillettes usually set it around 11:00.
Before they go to bed.
M.
E.
put their time of death at 10:00.
Killer knows their routine.
And must have really hated them, to hack one up and blow the other's brains out.
Maybe the daughter knows who.
My father didn't do it? STABLER: Forensics prove it conclusively.
I'm sorry we suggested it.
I'm just relieved.
It made no sense that Daddy would do something so terrible.
Can you think of anyone who would? I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt my parents.
They were patrons of the arts, they gave millions to charity.
They shouldn't have even been here.
Why do you say that? They were supposed to go to Florida last night.
Mother was getting over the flu, and I told them that she should rest another day before they traveled.
Anne, who else knew that they were going on vacation? Everyone.
They go to our house in Sanibel lsland every year, right after Christmas and stay until Easter.
Anyone else know that they hadn't left yet? Me, the staff, a few friends.
But I told you, everyone loved my parents.
It must have been a burglar.
Well, nothing was taken, and burglars, they grab and go.
They're not going to hang around and stage a murder-suicide.
This was personal.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
The killer is after me, too.
Why do you say that? I was out shopping the other day, and I had this strange sense that someone was following me.
And I'd turn around, and I'd see him duck behind something.
Can you describe him? Sunglasses.
Dark hair.
He was too far away for me to get a good look.
STABLER: When did you see him? Wednesday.
And where exactly did you go? A couple of boutiques on Madison, a jewelry store, an art gallery I adore, Zansky-Danich, in Chelsea.
DALTON: Ms.
Gillette? Lovely woman.
Exquisite taste.
BENSON: And she was here on Wednesday? And Monday.
If she's not buying something new, she's selling something from her personal collection.
In the last year, she acquired a Dzubas and sold us a Rothko.
So, you would describe her as a good customer.
These days, a good customer is anyone who even window shops.
Anne spends money.
Lots of it.
That's unfortunate.
That's an installation piece.
Patrice comes to us from the Saatchi in London.
Talent like hers is very rare.
I'll bet.
So, Wednesday, when Ms.
Gillette dropped by, you saw her come in? I opened the door myself.
Anyone come in after her? No.
It was a quiet afternoon.
Two or three other clients.
But no one I didn't know.
Would you mind letting us take a look at your security tapes? We don't have any.
Spending a million dollars is a very private experience.
Especially for some of our more eccentric clients.
They don't want a hard sell.
Or cameras recording their spending habits.
Hell, yes, we've got cameras.
The smaller they make them, the more we install.
My brother runs our security in the back.
Right now, he's probably eyeballing you on a dozen different screens.
He eyeball Anne Gillette recently? Annie? Of course.
Saw her just the other day.
She's a regular? A very classy lady.
Old school, you know? Glamorous.
Loves to buy ice.
Loves to wear it.
Best of all, loves to pay for it in cash.
Like she did when she was in on Wednesday.
Bought one of these beautiful, diamond encrusted Lady Bvlgaris.
When Annie was in here the other day, you notice anyone following her? There was a fellow.
Dark skinned.
Don't tell me Annie was mugged.
No.
No, no.
Ms.
Gillette is fine.
But someone may have been tailing her.
Which is why we'd like to see your security footage from Wednesday.
I'll do you one better.
The whole shebang's digitized.
I'll burn you a disk.
ANNE: I think that could be him.
Well, we've got that same man on surveillance cameras from three of the shops that you visited on Wednesday.
He followed you in, he bought nothing, and he left after you did.
So, I was right.
He was watching me.
He must have followed me to my parents' house and killed them.
Why do you think he targeted your family? My picture's always in the paper.
I attract all kinds of attention from men who want my money.
How are you ever going to find him? We know where he's going to be tomorrow.
Following you.
You want to use me as bait.
I'll hire bodyguards.
BENSON: No, don't.
That will spook your shadow.
You're asking me to lure him out unprotected? We will be with you everywhere you go.
And when we see him, we'll grab him.
The African Mahogany caskets will be fine, but the handles must be solid bronze.
We'll need to special order them.
Then, do it.
Make everything perfect.
They're my parents.
Of course, Ms.
Gillette.
I'll see to it myself.
Spot him yet? No sign.
He could hardly follow her into the funeral home.
What's he going to do? Pretend he's shopping for coffins? Maybe he made us at the cemetery or the florist.
In these outfits? Olivia, I need you to place some calls for me.
See? Even she forgot we're cops.
Look, I'm getting sick of this playacting.
If he's following her, we would have seen him by now.
We've got one more stop.
As for the hymns, your mother was particularly fond of Rock of Ages, and Abide With Me, Fine.
El, I've got movement at three o'clock.
Anne.
You look pale.
You need to rest.
Is there some place private you could take her? I'm fine, Olivia.
Please don't fuss.
How many pallbearers are customary? Hey.
Police.
Freeze.
Turn around.
That's him! Gun! ANNE: Oh, my God! Get her out of here! Please don't let him kill me! BENSON: Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Don't move.
In the right inside pocket, you'll find something of interest.
You're on the job? Ashok Ramsey, Special Frauds.
Mmm-hmm.
Turn around.
Why are you tailing Anne Gillette? Because she's a killer.
Didn't you know? I've been tailing Anne Gillette for the past two weeks.
You did a lousy job.
You got made by a lady who lunches.
Who's been leading you and your partner on a wild goose chase.
Did you see her murder her parents? I wasn't following her that night.
My case focused on her daytime activities.
Well, let's talk about those.
According to your C.
O.
, Special Frauds has no open investigation into Anne Gillette.
It's off the books.
By whose authority? The Chief of Detectives.
You're running a shadow op? That's what the Mayor wants.
His Honor and the Chief of D's, huh? You're pretty well connected.
Not as well as the Gillettes.
I had to investigate Anne sub rosa, so her family couldn't quash the case.
Why were you after her? For embezzlement.
The Gillette fortune wasn't enough? Anne has expensive tastes.
Her trust fund ran out, so she used her seat on the Prestwick Foundation board to supplement her income.
Stole $3.
5 million.
Well, that would keep Miss Thing in diamonds for quite a while.
This is for your scrapbook.
You got enough proof that she did that? Not yet.
But when I show you my file, I think you'll be convinced.
So, you can make her for a thief.
That's a big jump to murder.
Is it? She's the sole heir to her parents' estate.
It's worth over $200 million.
That's a lot of motive.
She's broke, desperate, and all that money is just out of her reach.
You're not in cuffs.
Let me guess, one of us? Liv, Ash Ramsey, Special Frauds.
So, we really do have a modern-day Lizzie Borden.
Yeah.
Only this time, mommy only got 10 whacks.
(SCOFFS) How did you get onto her? My office is at One PP.
I'll catch you up on the way downtown.
Anne tried out three times for the Olympic equestrian team.
Unsuccessfully.
She then opened an art gallery, which closed after she forgot to pay taxes for five years.
Followed by a stint as an interior decorator that resulted in six lawsuits, all of them settled privately.
Sounds like she hasn't found herself.
But why would the Prestwick Foundation want her on the board? Daddy gave them $10 million.
I got my daughter a job at Target.
Didn't cost me a dime.
I'm sure your daughter's more qualified to sit on the Prestwick Foundation board.
Anne was discreetly kicked out of three prep schools.
She finally graduated from a girls' finishing school in Switzerland.
Where she received credit for flower arranging.
So, poor little rich girl can't cut it in the real world, but she's smart enough to steal $3.
5 million.
This doesn't make sense.
Don't underestimate Anne.
She's incredibly smart.
But she doesn't play by the rules.
How did she scam the Prestwick Foundation? Their recordkeeping is abysmal.
No computerized files.
They just write checks to deserving organizations.
I'll say.
Three hundred thousand for the Bed-Stuy Art League.
Five hundred K to the Washington Heights Children's Orchestra.
Well, maybe she's just overly generous.
None of these organizations exist.
Bank accounts were opened for each with forged documents, the funds deposited.
And the cash withdrawn as soon as the checks cleared.
The Foundation didn't notice until Mr.
Prestwick made a visit to the Chinatown Folkloric Ballet and wound up in a pet shop.
They were embarrassed and wanted a quiet investigation, so as not to scare off future donors.
Anyone at the bank lD Anne? No.
The accounts were all opened by a white man, unmemorable.
Well, her accomplice had to have shown lD.
Patriot Act requires verification of all account holders.
But with a charity, all you need are the 501C3 papers.
How did you know Anne was dirty? The fraud began as soon as she joined the board.
Right after each phony check was cashed, she went on shopping sprees.
I've been tracking her spending.
She's almost out of funds.
So, you've been tailing her hoping she'd go back to her accomplice for a top up.
But she couldn't.
She knew you were following her.
Must have realized the Foundation was onto her.
Maybe she went to Mommy and Daddy for money.
They said no, she offed them.
Classic red-collar crime.
When some white-collar criminals are confronted or fear they are about to be caught, they can turn violent.
Most common targets are their parents.
MULDREW: Ramsey.
Get out here.
Only time I hear that voice is when I'm about to be bent over.
Chief Muldrew and Mr.
Prestwick.
It's a pleasure.
Suspend your investigation into the Prestwick Foundation.
But, sir, I've PRESTWlCK: The money's been replaced.
A board member heard of our predicament.
Pledged to cover our losses.
Anne Gillette.
The donor wishes to remain anonymous.
Sir, a crime was still committed.
It's all been a misunderstanding.
And Mr.
Prestwick would like the Foundation's files back.
Load up the records.
What's Special Victims doing down here? We're just hitting up Ash to join us in a foursome.
A little golf tournament.
SVU versus Nassau Sex Crimes.
Well, Ramsey would make a hell of a ringer.
Are you sure you wouldn't like a full report on my findings? It's not necessary.
I'm so sorry we troubled you.
Good luck on the links.
Six months of hard work going down the toilet.
Chief of D's didn't shut down our case.
You want to nail Anne Gillette? Work with us on it.
The minute you question her, Muldrew will pay your squad a visit.
Well, not if we question her as a victim.
Lady did say she had a stalker.
And we caught you.
ANNE: I'm so glad you arrested him.
Do you think he killed my parents? I do.
But it would help us nail him if you could answer some questions.
Anything you want to know.
Well, this is grim.
I don't know how you work under these conditions.
Budget cuts.
We're used to it.
But we're losing a lot of domestic violence shelter beds, counseling for rape victims Perhaps I can arrange for a grant in my parents' name.
That would be wonderful.
But of course, first, we'd have to convict your parents' killer, to avoid any conflict of interest.
Of course.
So, you are charging him with murder.
I'd love to.
But we don't have enough evidence.
But you have him on tape.
At the stores where I was.
I mean, it can't be a coincidence.
No, but we have nothing tying him to your parents' house or to their murders.
You don't have any fingerprints? No DNA? He must have worn gloves.
This is terrible.
Don't worry, Ms.
Gillette.
Homicide cases never close.
So, it may take some time.
But we will convict your parents' killer.
I know he did it.
I just wish there were some way we could prove it.
You said that your parents never mentioned being followed or watched.
Not to me.
Uh-huh.
Is there anybody that they may have told? Our business manager, Nate Hartman.
He handles all of our family's affairs.
I'll talk to him.
Yes.
Let me call him first.
He's a real stickler about confidentiality.
You can ring Nate in the morning, after I've spoken with him.
I'm very tired.
I'd like to go home now.
Well, let me drive you, We can finish up our questions on the way there, Your partner's good.
Anne seems pretty confident Nate will lie for her.
Got to be her accomplice.
Business manager would know how to exploit the Foundation's primitive accounting and open dummy accounts.
Let's hit him before they get their stories straight.
What's the emergency? Is Anne okay? You seem worried about her.
Have you talked to her tonight? No.
But I'm concerned about her safety, after what happened to Bert and Elaine.
Do you know all the gory details? Just that they were murdered in their beds by burglars.
That's what Anne told me.
And you always believe what Anne says.
Of course.
What are you doing here? In a short while, your phone will ring.
Anne is going to ask you to lie for her.
Anne would never do that.
She's a gentle soul.
She's scrupulously honest.
Who's been robbing the Prestwick Foundation blind.
With your help.
(TELEPHONE RlNGlNG) Nate, it's over.
You're going to jail.
Unless you answer that phone and do exactly what we say.
Put it on speaker.
(RlNGlNG CONTlNUES) Hello, Anne.
ANNE: Nate, It's so horrible, The police know who killed my parents, but they don't have enough evidence to arrest him, You have to say you saw him following them, Anne.
Just listen, You'll describe him, Indian, dark hair, well dressed, menacing, dangerous, You saw him watching the house, Bert and Elaine saw him, too, They were frightened, They asked you for advice, You want me to lie? I want justice for my parents, And you are the only one who can deliver it, I'll see you tomorrow, darling, At the funeral, Now what happens? You talk.
We listen.
She told me it was a tax dodge, That the Foundation knew, I didn't know she was stealing, You've got to believe me, You don't have to convince me, Just a grand jury, the D,A,, a judge, I don't believe this, Why did you do it, Nate? I loved her, And I thought she loved me, STABLER: We've got her.
On an embezzlement case that was shut down six hours ago.
We still don't have Anne Gillette for murder.
We heard her tell Nate Hartman to lie.
She can claim she was distraught.
Afraid that the man she believed murdered her parents would walk.
Who are you, Cabot? Just keep working the homicide.
Right.
And if she gets wind, she's going to buy herself a private island and fight extradition until we retire.
Captain, let us pick her up before you get the call telling us to stand down.
Charge her with witness tampering and make a splash.
Anne won't be able to hush this up if it's all over the front page.
ANNE: It was a lovely service.
Thank you so much.
This is very bad timing, Detectives.
We're on our way to the gravesite.
With a stop at the Tombs.
You're a cop? (HANDCUFFS CLlCKlNG) Anne Gillette, you're under arrest for obstruction of justice, witness tampering.
What witness? Nate Hartman.
You bitch.
You set me up.
RAMSEY: You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will CRAGEN: Anne lawyer up? No.
But half the social register saw us collar her.
Somebody is going to call her lawyer.
Better get in there before he shows up.
Any ideas on how to play her? She's a sociopath, so she'll want control.
So, we won't give her any.
HUANG: No, give it to her.
In spades.
Make her feel comfortable.
So she slips up.
MULDREW: Captain Cragen.
Over here.
Quick.
Your pet cops finally went off the deep end.
Arresting Anne Gillette at her parents' funeral? They were obeying my direct orders, sir.
You knew I ordered Detective Ramsey to close his case.
I didn't think that trumped a double homicide.
This isn't a moment for you to think.
Your detectives didn't arrest Anne Gillette for murder.
Penny ante witness tampering is all I heard.
For now.
And you can prove that she's the killer? Not yet.
Then, why the hell did you arrest her in the middle of Park Avenue? She's dangerous.
Is that your clinical opinion, Dr.
Huang? Do you want me to use bigger words? Fine.
She's a psychopath with extremely violent tendencies.
Stop showing off.
(SlGHS) Bring her down for murder, and I'll back your play.
But screw the pooch, and I'm going to let the crap roll downhill.
They better crack her, or we're going to have a lot of shoveling to do.
Three against one? You all hardly play fair.
Let's talk, anyway.
To you two? (SCOFFS) Certainly not.
Just him.
Shoo.
We haven't been formally introduced.
Anne Gillette.
Ashok Ramsey.
Ramsey.
Is your mother Sana Ramsey? Yes.
You have her eyes.
We used to run into each other all the time in London.
Mutual friends.
RAMSEY: I'll pass on your regards, Who is this guy? No, you won't, You haven't spoken in years, Why is that? Overseas calls are expensive.
Not anymore.
And you could afford it, even if they were.
Why are you so interested in me? Because we're two of a kind.
The prodigal children.
We're nothing alike.
Aren't we? You came across the pond to escape your family.
Slumming as a cop, pretending to be someone else.
I know all about it, darling.
And sooner or later, you'll fly back to the nest.
And kill my parents like you killed yours? (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) The shrinks have a word for that.
Projection.
I don't wish my parents dead.
Oh, drop the act.
We all do.
It's a terrible burden, growing up rich.
They give us too much.
They give us too little.
But in the end, there's all that money waiting when they're dead.
And you were tired of waiting.
Tired, yes.
But only tired.
You will find plenty of witnesses that will tell you I spoke of being frustrated.
But so is Prince Charles, and he hasn't offed his mother.
Yet.
I don't covet what my parents have.
You're still living in that adolescent place where you reject their world.
Trying to prove that you're your own man.
But sooner or later, they will lure you back in.
Your mother is quite seductive.
You know nothing.
I know more than you think.
Lady likes to play with her food.
Before she starts taking bites.
Her attorney's here, and I don't think he's used to seeing his client locked in a cage.
I'm Yancey Winthrop.
Ms.
Gillette's counsel.
You're welcome to her.
Yeah.
First, I'd like a few words with you two.
Look, I'll tell you what.
Save your speech about how well connected she is.
I don't give a damn.
You got 10 minutes before I take her to Central Booking.
Where's my client? BENSON: Right this way.
I suppose I should explain.
Look, no need.
I hate the bitch as much as you do.
It's hardly worth booking her.
Two misdemeanors for witness tampering? She'll waltz out of arraignments on low bail, the minute the judge gavels.
We got nothing on the murder.
We could get a felony charge if Nigel Prestwick cooperates on the embezzlement.
Okay.
Does he have any weaknesses we can leverage? He's a milquetoast.
Typical fifth generation WASP elite.
Inbreeding has melted their brains.
There's got to be something.
I mean, is he a tax cheat? A philanderer? Just a cheapskate.
Nigel bills all his personal expenses to the Foundation.
It pays his dues at the Yale Club, the Century Club, and something called the Donatien Society.
What did I miss? Mr.
Milquetoast is not so vanilla.
Hold off on transporting Anne.
Let's go talk to Prestwick.
I told you, Detective.
I can't press charges.
Out of respect for Bert Gillette's (SHUSHlNG) Let's cut to the chase, Nigel.
May I call you Nigel? You see, Nigel, I know that men have needs.
But when a wife can't fill those needs, men have to look elsewhere.
Yes.
But sometimes, those needs are misunderstood.
Judged unfairly by society.
On your knees, Worm.
Now! Get up.
You owe me a new pair of boots.
This picture's worth Please.
Delete it.
I will.
After you press charges on Anne Gillette for embezzlement.
You don't know what you're asking of me.
The scandal will ruin the Foundation.
Donors will lose respect for us.
Your wife is going to lose respect for you after she finds out about your dirty little fetish.
You think you're pretty clever there, naming your secret society after the Marquis de Sade.
Donatien Alphonse Francois.
You can protect Anne, or you can save your own skin.
But you can't do both.
You see, because last year, we arrested two sadists who were members of your little club.
And I remember we seized a whole lot of videos.
You know, we should check the evidence locker to see if our friend Nigel here is on tape.
Because I specifically remember, there was one on Nazi role Enough! I'll do it.
Thought so.
At least we've got Anne on a felony embezzlement charge.
Not the world's best case.
Prestwick told the Chief of D's it was a misunderstanding.
Defense counsel will call that a recant.
We've got the business manager.
Nate Hartman's a co-conspirator, so his testimony requires corroboration.
Unless we go federal.
Did you go to law school? London School of Economics.
Not a lot of MBA's on this job.
Economics and mathematics impose order on chaos.
Like police work.
Learning something new about you all the time.
I met this woman from the U.
S.
Attorney's Office at the opera.
I've been meaning to call her.
WOMAN: Good thing you didn't ask me to take this case a year ago.
After 9/11, all our manpower went to anti-terrorism.
The U.
S.
Attorney's Office has jurisdiction over bank fraud.
You're all we have left.
How solid is your evidence? I spent six months on a forensic accounting of the Foundation's books.
I've got affidavits from every bank, plus a match between embezzled cash and Anne Gillette's expenditures.
And there's the rub.
You don't want to go after Anne Gillette.
Her parents have given millions to politicians.
Her dead parents.
Who she killed.
Which you can't prove.
But we will, and when we do, you can fold the homicide right into your case.
She tried to cover up the theft with her parents' cash.
The cases are inextricably linked.
Homicide's the big show.
But they're usually state cases.
Do you know how many federal prosecutors go their entire career without ever trying a murder? Get me the files.
I'll draft a writ moving Anne Gillette into federal custody.
Thank you, Camilla.
And she'll spend the night at Rikers.
You can move her down to MCC tomorrow.
I'll give Elliot the good news.
Ready to go? Don't touch me.
You want to explain the drill to Her Highness? Anne, dear, it will all be over in a couple of hours.
We'll post bail.
Yeah, no, I doubt that.
Word is that the Prestwick Foundation had a change of heart.
Nigel turn against me? Never.
Well, my partner can be pretty persuasive.
You are being arraigned on felony bank fraud.
Which means it's off to Rikers with you.
You are not putting me in a cell.
Yancey, do something.
I'll try, but it may be unavoidable.
Are those really necessary? Well, you know, standard procedure.
I'm sorry they're not diamond encrusted, but the Bedazzler, it went AWOL.
You have no idea what I'm capable of, Detective.
I saw your mom's body.
If you really believe I could do something like that to someone I love, what do you think I could do to someone you love? STABLER: Liv and Ash back yet? No.
Should be about another 20 minutes.
Why? Can you have them transport Anne to Rikers? I'm going to take a little lost time right now.
Well, what's going on? It's probably nothing.
Whatever it is, it was enough to get you rattled.
Anne threatened my family.
Well, I wouldn't call that nothing.
Yeah, well, I don't think she has the reach to get anything done from the inside.
But, you know, just to be safe, I'm going to take Kathy and the kids over to her sister's in Jersey.
I'm probably over-reacting, but I don't think so.
Huang thinks she's extremely lethal.
You take care of your family.
We'll handle the prisoner.
CRAGEN: Anne tucked in for the night? Corrections gave her the Presidential Suite.
Those your fives on the homicide? Yep.
I'm just putting the cherry on top before I give it to the Feds.
Good.
Because you're off the case.
What? We've got a big problem.
With me? And your buddy, Ash Ramsey.
(BANGlNG ON DOOR) Come on! Come on! Ash! RAMSEY: I heard you the first 30 times.
Now, bugger off.
Ash, it's Olivia Benson.
Don't you ever sleep? You didn't answer your phone.
So you asked Truck One to boom my door? They're here to protect you.
Anne Gillette just took out a hit on us.
An informant at Rikers ratted Anne out.
Said she was buying a contract on us.
Don't know if she's made contact yet with a hit man, but Cragen doesn't want to take any chances.
Hence the platoon outside my door.
Olivia.
Good to see you.
Thanks for the files, Ash.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Don't say it.
Conflict of interest, gross impropriety, compromising the case.
You could have kissed her goodnight.
I didn't make her climb down the fire escape.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
(CLEARS THROAT) So, how much are we worth? Hundred grand.
That's all? For both of us.
I should have known she'd do something like this.
Killing your parents is one thing, but murdering two cops? That's a whole other ball game.
Not for a psychopath.
We haven't seen the real Anne Gillette yet.
Just shadows and masks.
The grieving daughter, the frightened victim, the vixen, the socialite So, she's good at playing parts.
But greedy and thieving doesn't make her a psychopath.
Not all psychopaths are murderers and rapists.
Some never commit a crime.
They've adapted their amorality to fit into society.
Like your friends on Wall Street? Who better to leverage the buyout of a company without giving a damn about the people who Iose their pensions, along with their jobs? Yeah, but it's not the same thing.
They didn't break the law.
There's a big difference between embezzlement and rape.
Absolutely.
Rapists get 18 years in Attica.
White collar criminals get 18 months in Club Fed.
I'm sick of watching my perps get soft time.
So, we'd better make sure that Anne Gillette goes down for murder.
You're both off the case.
It's too dangerous.
You can't re-assign us.
It's already done.
You too, Elliot.
We have no idea what kind of associates Anne Gillette has, or whether she has something in play already.
We promised the U.
S.
Attorney we'd transfer her to the federal jail today.
Let the Marshals Service handle the prisoner.
That's what they do.
Captain, why don't you let us pick her up from Rikers, and transfer her down to the lockup at Foley Square? A couple of hours, max.
No.
It's done.
You going somewhere? Just got a few errands to run.
Yeah? Your dry cleaner have anger issues? Liv, don't do this.
I'm not going to let that bitch scare me off.
Maybe you should.
I sent my family away.
They're civilians.
I've got a job to do.
Ash Ramsey put you up to this? No.
It was my idea.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
And you were just going to deal me out? I'm trying to protect you from the fallout.
While you and Sir G.
Q.
just cowboy it up, huh? You have a problem with Ash? No.
But you're my partner.
If anybody has your back, it should be me.
El, it's fine.
I can handle Anne Gillette.
You handle the Captain.
Kicked up to the Feds.
I suppose I should be flattered.
How are the federal facilities? Martha Stewart called it "going to Yale.
" Well, clever Martha.
At least it will have a better class of prisoner.
This place is full of the most awful women.
And I hear I'll get to wear blue.
It's much more flattering with my coloring.
I'm a summer, you know.
We all set? Shall we? Where are we? Queens.
No wonder I've never been here.
Go, go, go! (HORN HONKlNG) BENSON: Stay in the car.
(MACHlNE GUN FlRlNG) Come on.
Let's go! Let's go! Well, this isn't the Waldorf.
But then again, the concierge might have objected to your attire.
You want to go somewhere else? There's the door.
How about a ride to the Westchester County airport? There's a jet waiting.
Sure.
As soon as I get the rest of my money.
I told you I'd wire it into your account.
Don't you trust me? Look, lady.
I just iced two cops for you.
I don't trust you any further than I can throw you.
Fine.
I'll make the call now.
No, not that phone.
You never know who might be listening.
First, it's my boots.
Now, it's my shirt.
We'll go shopping.
Yeah.
Mind if we wrap this up first? (PHONE RlNGlNG) MAN: Bonjour.
Bonjour.
(SPEAKlNG FRENCH) Look at her.
She's enjoying this.
That's correct.
All done.
Where are my manners? My father always told me to seal every business deal with champagne.
Do you think this dump has room service? They do now.
I have to say, when my cellmate told me she knew a hit man, I had no idea you'd be so attractive.
I'm the total package.
I wish I'd met you sooner.
Your skills would have come in handy.
In killing your parents? I didn't.
Relax, baby.
You're among friends.
But an ax? That's old school.
You didn't know my mother.
The constant judgment, the carping and then, the bitch tried to tell my daddy to cut me out of the will.
I had him wrapped around my finger for years.
But Mother was out to get me, always whispering nasty things in his ear.
I didn't want him dead, but Collateral damage.
Exactly.
You know, you should come with me, darling.
I could always use a man with your skills.
The possibilities for us are endless.
Rio is always beautiful this time of year, and Carnival is starting soon.
(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR) Who is it? MAN: Room service.
It's about time.
You bastard! You're taking this trip alone, darling.
Get off of me! Get off of me! I will kill you.
I will kill you all! Get off of me! Get off! Finally, the mask comes off.
We get to see the real Anne Gillette.
What took you so long?