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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.
Right here,
get yourself some.
Hey, Mercedes,
I wanna talk to you.
*** bucket!
I'm not good enough
for you?
Move on, ladies.
Let's go.
Take it somewhere else,
ladies.
Or sir.
Don't call me "sir.
"
I'm a lady.
You treat me like one.
I'll treat you
to a night
in the joint,
you don't haul
your *** out
of here.
So interested in my ***,
you know where to find it.
Yeah, the big girls'
department at Macy's.
Think they got
her size?
Check that.
Probably right
in the act.
How's he explain
getting busted
to his wife?
Zip it up, sir.
Both of you,
out of the car.
Sir? Let's go.
'Morning, sunshine.
What have we got?
White male, 30s, with this
tied around his neck.
Any signs
of a struggle?
No bruising.
Looks like she blitzed him.
I've never seen a ***
use her hot pants
to strangle a john before.
They're not hot pants,
they're leggings.
You wear them
to the gym.
So we're looking
for a ***
who works out?
That should narrow down
the search.
Take a look inside.
***.
CSU says ***
on the inside,
lipstick on
the outside.
At least somebody's
still practicing
safe sex.
Any ID?
Wallet and credit cards
are missing.
But the car's registered to
a Jeffrey York.
West Side address.
Hold on.
Let me see the body.
He's an Assistant
DA in the Bronx.
You know him?
I dated him.
Hey, thought you
could use this.
I had to wake
the Bronx District Attorney
at 2:00 a.
m.
,
tell him one of his ADAs
was found dead in his car
on a known
prostitution stroll.
Now, he says we're not
jumping to any conclusions.
Are we?
No.
Guy just liked
hanging out with hookers
in his spare time.
Hookers cut or stab,
they don't strangle.
If they're on crack,
then, hell,
they'll do anything.
How many women
do you know
have the upper-body
strength to choke
a guy?
Could've been
a tranny.
Jeff York wasn't
the kind of guy
for street sex
and definitely
not transvestites.
Look, everyone's
got secrets.
You think
you know someone
I knew Jeff.
So what was he
doing down there?
York's an ADA.
We have to consider
the possibility
he was set up.
Sometimes it's
just like it looks.
Crime scene's
lifted prints
from the passenger
door handle of the car
and the dead guy's
belt buckle.
Left 'em there when
she was performing
her services.
You mean he.
Prints match a guy.
Kevin Brown
a.
k.
a.
Keisha Brown.
Known transvestite
***,
couple of assault collars,
no last known address.
Well, the patrol cops
rousted a tranny
working that block
right before
they found Jeff.
Bronx DA is sending us
York's case files
for the last
three years.
Fin, go through it
with Munch.
Look for anything
that smells like
that MO,
or somebody
who'd set him up.
It's almost 6:00.
Keisha's probably back
for the morning traffic.
(Keisha)
Not me,
boys and girls.
I didn't kill him.
(Stabler)
You were in the car.
Which one of them
*** told you that?
Your prints
were on the door.
And on the john.
Stop! Stop.
Come here.
Stay cool.
My shoes are glued.
I touched the car,
but I didn't kill him.
As a matter of fact,
he was already dead.
Did you roll him
for his wallet?
I took a blue gym bag
from the back seat.
There was nothing in it,
just some clothes.
That's it.
Who bought
the credit cards?
Hello?
Can you hear me?
I said the wallet
was already gone.
(Benson)
Where's the bag?
You taking me in?
(Stabler)
Where is it?
You don't book me
for ***.
We get the bag,
we'll talk.
Dumpster at the underpass.
The clothes didn't suit me.
Mouthwash, sprays,
deodorant.
Who knew hookers
used so many
personal-hygiene products?
We're looking
for a blue bag.
A blue vinyl bag.
Now,
I don't remember
you ever mentioning
Jeff York.
It was
five years ago.
Uh, I worked
a case with him.
It wasn't
that serious.
How long
did you date?
About a month.
Nice guy,
no chemistry.
Got your blue vinyl gym bag.
Sneakers, red Lycra top.
That Lycra top goes
with the leggings.
Uh, business card's
got a phone number.
Tina Gardner,
investigator for
the Bronx DA.
Office romance
gone wrong?
Why leave the bag
in his car?
I don't know.
Why don't we call
her and find out?
[Sighs]
(Tina)
We played handball
two nights a week.
Jeff drove.
I forgot my bag in his
back seat on Monday.
Were you
seeing him?
No.
I was
his investigator
and we were friends.
I can't believe
he's gone.
I just saw him
last night.
What time?
Around 6:00,
leaving the office.
He said
he was going home.
I don't understand.
Paying for sex?
That's not Jeff.
Do you remember
what was in your bag?
Shoes, uh, gym clothes.
Can you describe
the clothes?
Red Lycra top, leggings.
Do you carry
lipstick?
In the bag?
I think so.
Why?
What brand?
Melanie Jones.
Uh, Blush Rose.
Why does that matter?
It's got to be Alvarez.
Who's Alvarez?
Guy we convicted
last week for ***.
He got the max,
threatened Jeff in open court.
How serious
was that threat?
He said Jeff was a dead man,
he'd tried his last case.
Did Jeff seem worried?
He shrugged it off.
But you should talk
to the other ADA
on the case, Andy Abbott.
(Andy)
Jeff's like
the rest of us.
A skel threatens revenge,
he wouldn't buckle.
They asked for a deal,
Jeff said no.
You saying he
should've made one?
If you collared
someone for ***
and he threatened
to kill you,
would you let him walk?
No, and neither would Jeff.
So who is this guy
you convicted,
this Alvarez?
Small-time dealer
in Mott Haven
trying to go big.
Racked up three bodies.
He strangled them.
And he got off
on the first two.
(Benson)
What happened?
The first ***,
we're pretty sure,
was jury tampering.
His lawyer was indicted,
but we couldn't prove it.
Second one,
our chief witness recanted.
Third time's a charm.
Tell my wife that.
She was worried
about revenge.
Wanted me off the case.
She begged Jeff
to plead it out,
or at least
get protection.
News did this interview
right after the trial.
(reporter)
What about
the violent threats?
You get used to it.
Defendants say these
things all the time.
If we walked
away from every case
where we were
afraid of revenge,
we couldn't do our job.
(Andy)
Jeff loved being a DA.
The ethics, for him,
were almost Biblical.
Sounds like you
were more worried
than he was.
Let me tell you something.
This Alvarez was
more vicious than most.
I told Jeff:
"You have a permit,
carry a gun.
Just for a while.
I do.
"
He just laughed.
Said he'd be so scared
of shooting himself
by accident.
Takes a pair of balls
to order a hit
on a prosecutor.
Don't take my word
for it, go see him.
And tell him
Jeff says hello.
That DA, Jeff York?
Yeah, I put a hit on him.
He doesn't know
what he's saying.
I think he knows
exactly what he's saying.
The guy sends me away,
I get him whacked
that night.
My client's
having a little fun.
Want to have fun?
Go to Coney Island
and ride the Cyclone.
I don't find
dead prosecutors
all that amusing.
Oh, easy, mama.
It was a joke.
Mr.
Alvarez
is lookin' at 25 hard.
He's angry,
but not angry
enough to kill a DA.
Did you do it
for him, Mr.
Horner?
Ah, Detective.
I get my clients
out of jail legally,
Detective.
I resent your implication.
Mr.
Horner,
you were indicted
for jury tampering.
Not to mention
your eyewitness
had amnesia and
then disappeared.
I'm sorry,
are we offending you?
The indictment was crap.
Nobody ever proved
I bribed a witness.
Why don't you tell
your partner to relax?
I assure you,
neither my client nor I
had anything to do
with Jeff York's ***.
So you won't object
to us taking a peek
at your phone records?
I'm ahead of you.
My office, my house,
my cell phone,
all my logs.
Check them with
the phone company.
How about you,
Mr.
Alvarez?
Have you had
any interesting
visitors lately?
No one has come to see me
except my lawyer here.
Why don't you check
with the warden?
Forget Alvarez.
His story checks out.
Lawyer doesn't have
any suspicious calls.
Where are you on
York's case files?
Still in 2003.
Nothing jumps out.
In my copious
free time
I ran the MO.
Strangulation, ***,
oral sex.
Zip.
Run it again.
Put in the leggings,
the car, and sort
by location.
Since 9l11,
you have to
swipe a card
to get out of
the courthouse garage.
Jeff York left
last night at 6:14.
Corroborates what his
investigator told us.
ME says he was killed
between 9:00 and 10:00.
That leaves
three plus hours
unaccounted for.
Captain, Bronx DA
in the house.
I'm looking
for Capt.
Cragen.
I'm Don Cragen.
Francisco Martinez.
Can we talk privately?
I'm afraid
we don't have much
to tell you.
I appreciate
how sensitively
you're handling this.
Actually, I'm here
to give you information.
Jeff York's bank statements.
Stamped "received"
by your office
two weeks ago.
You had him
under investigation?
Informant at Rikers says
Alvarez was bragging
he bought off York
to throw the trial.
You find a money trail?
Yeah, but in
the wrong direction.
Look at the ATM withdrawals.
$500 every three days.
That's a lot of money
on an ADA's salary.
How'd he pay his bills?
He didn't.
Credit rating's
in the toilet.
So you're thinking
York was into, what?
Gambling? Drugs?
I don't know.
But I'm taking it away
from my people
and giving it to you.
You got
a leaky office?
Captain, Jeff York
was a good man.
One of my rising stars.
I want to find out
who killed him
just as much as you do.
[Door opening]
Jeff York had $30
in his checking account
the night he died.
He wasn't buying drugs.
ME says his tox
came back clean.
Look, Captain,
I've got to say
that I think Olivia's
getting a little
overzealous about this case.
Oh, I might be, too,
if I were her.
Hey, Captain,
I called the lab.
I wanted them
to run something.
You know the lipstick?
Yeah, but you don't
need to call the lab.
If they got anything,
they'll talk to us.
Hold on, Elliot.
Just listen.
The DA's investigator
who worked for Jeff
told us that she carried
lipstick in her bag,
but we never found it.
The color was Blush Rose.
I had the lab run a gas chromo
on the lipstick on the ***.
Blush Rose.
That'd mean a ***
had to get the lipstick
out of the gym bag,
put it on,
then perform oral sex.
I don't buy it.
So who's the gal
with the lips?
Since you're going
to the lab,
see if she left
some saliva for DNA
along with the lipstick.
Sorry, no saliva.
But I did find
something interesting.
Lipstick left this
imprint on the ***.
That's a crisp,
clean print.
And a problem.
Oral sex,
it should be smudged.
Right.
I think the lip print
was put on the ***
after it was used.
You're saying
she put a *** on him,
killed him
And kissed it
afterwards.
After Siper sent me
these photos of
the lip prints,
I went back and focused
on the sex act.
I looked at
the victim's
seminal vesicles.
If he had had sex
before he died,
there'd be ***
in them.
There isn't,
and none on his body.
That's impossible.
You saw the ***.
DNA results are back.
Take a look at
these two chromolins.
This is Jeff York's DNA.
And this is the DNA
from the ***
in the ***
found in York's car.
They're not the same.
There were two men
in that car.
The operative word
being men.
Well, no wonder
you and Jeff didn't
have any chemistry.
He was gay.
(Novak)
"Murdered DA
in *** slay.
"
The papers
are loving this.
Branch wants facts
to counter
the bad press.
All we know
is Jeff York was gay
and had sex
in his car
with another man.
What about the tranny
*** angle?
Keisha Brown's DNA
didn't match the sample
in the ***.
No other he-shes
work that stroll.
So what happened
in that car?
We know what
didn't happen.
Wallet was stolen,
credit cards
were unused.
The first thing
a ***'s gonna do
when she rolls a john
is use those
credit cards
or sell 'em.
So robbery's
not the motive.
But we're supposed
to think it is.
This is a well-known
lovers' lane here.
Maybe Jeff just
picked up a guy,
had a good time with him.
Then what's the motive
to kill him?
Could be an accident.
Jeff liked it rough,
and our mystery man
went too far.
Guys, I gotta tell you
Jeff seemed
pretty vanilla to me.
Maybe you didn't
date him long enough.
(Cragen)
Sounds like there's a lot
you didn't know about Jeff.
His apartment
is still sealed.
Get over there and see
if you can find out
more about his love life.
(Benson)
Not much of a social life.
The only dates in here
are dinners with people
from the office,
notes on cases to discuss.
Guy's got an awful lot
of medical bills.
The day he died he had
drinks with Andy Abbott
at the Carlson Hotel.
Did Abbott mention
that to us?
No.
There's got to be
$10,000 worth
of bills here,
all of them marked
"Paid in cash.
"
You know,
maybe that's where
his money went.
He has insurance
from the DA's office.
Yeah, and I'm guessing
he didn't use it
to pay for this.
That's AZT.
He was *** positive.
And he paid for his
treatments in cash
so his office
wouldn't find out.
You okay?
Yeah, I
If you slept with Jeff,
you might want
I'm going
to get tested.
You don't want the results
in departmental records,
insurance,
so go to an anonymous
clinic, okay?
I know.
Like Jeff did.
Look, you want me
to go with you?
No.
I'll be fine.
Let's just focus
on the case.
Jeff's date book said
that he was having
drinks with Andy Abbott
the night he was killed.
So why didn't
Andy tell us that?
(Andy)
I'm sorry,
uh, Jeff and I always
went out for drinks
after work.
I was so upset by the news,
I must've forgotten.
Jeff told
your investigator
that he was going
right home.
Why would Jeff lie
about having drinks
with you?
That's strange.
He he told me
he was meeting
someone for dinner.
(Benson)
You have any idea who?
He didn't say
and I didn't ask.
He didn't talk
about his personal life
very much.
Andy, so you had no idea
Jeff York was gay?
[Doorbell ringing]
Honey?
Honey, could you
get the door?
I'm really surprised.
Are you sure?
Jeff Jeff didn't seem gay.
Sometimes you can't tell.
Ah, he didn't
He didn't give me
that vibe.
Excuse me, Detectives,
I'm sorry to interrupt
but the baby sitter's here.
We're gonna be late.
All right.
Hey.
Good night, baby.
Good night, Daddy.
Would you get this
for me?
I left Jeff sitting
in the bar at the Carlson.
I mean, I would've stayed,
but I had my poker game.
He said he had about
half an hour to kill
before dinner
and was gonna hang there.
He sat over there
by the window.
I remember thinking
he was cute.
Was he with anyone?
A black guy,
shaved head.
If I'd been drinking
instead of working,
I'd have hit on
both of them.
Did they leave together?
No, the black guy
split first.
He was here
another half-hour.
Left a nice tip, though.
Not like the tourists.
And he didn't meet
anyone else?
No.
He just finished
his drink and went.
(Stabler)
This hotel's pricey
for your average DA.
Inconvenient.
There's plenty of bars
near the Bronx courthouse.
Perfect if you don't want
colleagues to see you.
Think he was meeting
a boyfriend?
Let's find out.
Hey, how you doin'?
May I help you?
Det.
Stabler.
This is my partner,
Det.
Benson.
This man
look familiar?
Yeah, Mr.
York.
He's a regular guest.
How often
did he stay here?
Once a week,
for a night.
(Stabler)
Alone?
Always checked in
that way.
He check in
on Wednesday night?
He wanted a room,
but we were
completely booked.
I offered to call
other hotels,
but he said it
wasn't that important
and he left.
You're sure he
wasn't with anyone?
Not on his way out.
I did see him
on his way in,
talking to
What's his name?
Football player.
DuShawn McGovern.
He used to be
a running back
with Miami.
Right.
Big shot
in real estate now.
I almost asked him
for an autograph.
(McGovern)
I was meeting
an uptown client
when I ran into
Jeff in the lobby.
So we sat down
and talked.
(Benson)
How do you know him?
We met at a kids'
charity benefit.
He knew I was
in real estate.
Wanted to list
his apartment with us.
We saw that apartment.
It seems a little downmarket
for your company.
He was a nice guy.
I didn't want
to blow him off.
He seemed desperate.
To sell?
I got the feeling
he had money problems.
Mr.
McGovern, where did you
go after you left the hotel?
Ah, back here
to the office
then out with some friends.
I'd be glad to give you
their names.
We'll get in touch
with you if necessary.
Thank you
for your time.
That was Fin.
He's got something
we'll want to hear.
We know
who got the idea
to dress up Jeff's ***
as a *** killing.
Case 1: Bridge underpass
in the Bronx, a year ago.
Guy in a car picks up
a transvestite ***.
She strangled him
with a pair of pantyhose.
Case 2: South Bronx.
A *** beats up
a john in a car,
leaves him unconscious.
*** with lipstick
found on scene.
Case 3: John picks up
a transvestite pros.
He's mugged and
she takes his wallet.
You got three separate cases,
each with pieces of our MO?
Can't be a coincidence.
All in the Bronx.
All went to trial.
All prosecuted
by Jeff York.
Wrong guy.
Andy Abbott
tried them all.
Andy killed Jeff York?
Why would Andy Abbott
kill Jeff York?
Lovers' quarrel
gone wrong.
Jeff was gay.
Is there any evidence
Andy Abbott is?
Wife and kids don't
mean he's straight.
DNA from the ***
in that ***
is gonna prove
Andy was in the car.
We don't have enough evidence
to compel a DNA sample.
Three pieces of the MO
are in three cases
he tried.
Circumstantial.
He'll claim someone
was framing him.
Bring him in for a chat.
Lock him in with his story
[phone ringing]
And then disprove it.
What?
He's watched cops
work suspects
for years.
We bring him in,
he'll just lawyer up.
We won't play
him like a perp.
Just tell him
we are stuck and
we need his help.
I'll send her over.
Elliot, go enlist
Andy's cooperation.
Warner wants to see
you at the morgue.
I tested Jeff York's blood.
High viral load.
When did you two date?
Five years ago.
We only slept
together once,
and we used protection.
Condoms are effective,
not perfect.
It only takes once.
I'm gonna get tested.
I just haven't had time.
Why don't we do it here?
Right now.
Melinda.
I'll do it.
Olivia, how many *** victims
have you told to get tested?
All of them.
Would you tell them
it's all right to wait?
Okay.
Sit down and
roll up your sleeve.
No paperwork,
I'll do the test myself.
Could Jeff have
been *** positive
back then?
Yes, but your risk
of exposure is very low.
How could I
have missed this?
You're not the first woman
to sleep with a closeted man.
Maybe he didn't know,
right?
Sexuality's
very complicated.
Just because he was gay
doesn't mean he
wasn't attracted to you.
(Mary-Ellen)
Excuse me.
I'm looking for Andy Abbott.
That's Andy's wife.
(Benson)
Mrs.
Abbott.
Andy left a message
canceling lunch.
Said he was headed
down here.
Is there a break
in the case?
I'll see you inside.
I don't know.
I just got back.
Oh, Jeff was
our best friend.
Do you have a suspect?
You know that I can't
discuss that with you.
Believe me, I'm used to that,
after all these years.
Andy's not answering
his cell.
Do you know where he is?
I don't,
but if I see him,
I'll tell him
to call you, okay?
What's going on?
Andy's reviewing
DA files,
he's looking for
defendants with
a grudge.
He doesn't know
we suspect him yet.
I can't stop thinking
about his wife.
Jeff was *** positive
and Andy might be, too.
Makes you want
to warn her.
Can we do that?
Legally?
Absolutely not.
*** status
is confidential
even after death.
I'm getting him coffee,
and he's hard at work.
Mary-Ellen Abbott
was here.
She wants to know
what's going on.
I stalled her.
Give me a couple minutes
to heat him up.
Let's play the wife card.
Here you go.
Thanks.
I've been over
all my old files,
and I can't think
of anywhere else
to look.
The perp had to know
about your *** cases.
The MO copies
the three
that you tried.
Well, if there's a connection,
I'm not seeing it.
We need to look harder.
What else could we do?
Let's try to imagine
how someone
could put together
these MOs in one crime.
Hmm?
Unless it was
an inside job.
You think I killed him?
I think we have
a very strange coincidence.
[Sighs]
L-let's be clear.
Mmm-hmm.
Am I a suspect?
Why? You want
a lawyer?
I don't need one.
I am a lawyer.
What possible motive
could I have had
to kill Jeff?
He's one of my
closest friends.
No, you were a lot
more than friends.
You were having
a relationship.
You're crazy.
No.
You couldn't let
your wife find out,
so you strangled him.
She stopped by,
by the way.
She's very concerned.
What did you tell
Mary-Ellen?
Nothing.
Yet.
Don't threaten me,
Detective.
If you say one word
about this
preposterous lie to her
or anyone else,
you're looking at
departmental charges
and a lawsuit
for slander!
To make a case
for slander,
you have to prove
we said things
we knew were false.
So far,
everything fits.
You're forcing
the pieces together.
If you weren't Jeff's lover,
then you can prove it.
All you have to do
is give us a DNA sample.
You think I'm stupid?
High-profile case,
political pressure
to make an arrest.
I'm not giving you evidence
you can use to frame me.
Andy, you're not
convincing me.
I couldn't have
killed Jeff.
I wasn't even there.
Where were you?
Jeff and I had drinks
at the Carlson.
He said he had dinner plans,
and he was still there
when I left.
So where'd you go?
I told you!
My poker game.
Like I do every
Wednesday night.
[Door slams]
Andy got to the poker game
right after I did.
Had to be around,
I don't know, 8:15, 8:30.
He seem okay?
He was pretty stressed.
(Stabler)
About what?
Some murderer
they convicted.
The guy threatened
to kill Andy's trial partner.
Mr.
Baker, are you sure
about the time Andy got
to the poker game?
Definitely.
You remember
what he was wearing?
What's this about?
I thought Andy
was on your side.
We're working
on this together.
Then why does it sound
like you're accusing Andy
of something?
(Benson)
Just routine background.
You play poker
at the same place
every week?
No, this one
was at my place.
My wife and I
have a brownstone
in Park Slope.
Did your wife
stay for the game?
She and a girlfriend
go to the movies.
Five or six brothers,
a couple of beers,
it gets a little rowdy.
So then there were
six of you?
Five.
Less money on the table,
but a better game.
It's a heavy-action game.
No limit.
(Fin)
These the brothers
that play poker?
Yeah.
This guy looks familiar.
DuShawn McGovern.
Used to play for Miami.
(Stabler)
If DuShawn McGovern was
at the game with Andy Abbott,
why didn't Andy tell us?
Because Andy
doesn't want us to know
that DuShawn's a friend.
(Cragen)
Well, here's
what I don't get.
Why are they all
protecting Abbott?
Maybe they all have
something to hide.
Like what?
I think they're
on the Down Low.
Down what?
The Down Low.
Black men having sex
with other men.
Every one of those guys
is married,
some have kids.
(Fin)
That's sex
on the Down Low.
They say
it doesn't mean
they're gay.
What does it mean?
It's just sex.
They hang out,
have a few drinks,
pretend that
what goes on downstairs
isn't who they are.
You grow up being black,
you're supposed
to be a man,
become a father.
Church, your family,
your friends,
they all see being gay
as a white man's perversion.
But white men have trouble
dealing with it, too.
There's a whole epidemic
of gay white men
on crystal ***.
They have to get high
to have sex.
It's different
for black men.
They go out,
have sex with other men,
then come home,
have sex with their woman,
and pretend they're straight.
Don't look at me,
I just know stuff.
Go back.
Re-interview McGovern.
(Fin)
No.
Let me.
Those other detectives
never asked me
where I was going.
I offered
to give them names.
You say you got
to your poker game
at 8:30.
Your office says
you were in
a meeting till 8:00.
You got all the way
out to Brooklyn
in a half-hour?
Maybe it was 9:00.
You married, DuShawn?
Divorced.
Any kids?
Maybe next time.
You were one hell
of a ballplayer.
Those were great years.
Banged up my knees a lot,
but I loved it.
I don't remember
you signing
any high-scratch
endorsement deals.
Cars, wristwatches.
All the players
get something.
There was talk
about you getting
some front-office jobs.
Coaching gigs.
Didn't happen.
What's your problem,
brother?
What's your problem?
I was an athlete.
A hero.
Everyone looked up to me.
My family, my friends.
They still do.
I want it to stay that way.
And it won't if they know
you do it with men.
Get clear, bro.
I'm no ***.
You're on the Down Low,
dude.
This ain't no poker game.
You guys are having
sex with each other.
Here's the headline:
A black man
can make mistakes.
He can even do time.
We stand by him.
What we will not stand by
is a black man
who's a homosexual.
Here's my headline:
You were one
of the last people
to see Jeff alive,
and if you don't
start talking,
I'm gonna dig
through your life.
I'm gonna ask
everybody you know
about your sex parties.
Man, I am not gay.
I have relationships
with women,
and sex with men.
And I got news
for you.
That means you're gay.
It's been going on
for four years.
Poker night.
Every week someone
takes the bedroom.
It's like
it never happened.
Nobody mentions sex.
You wear protection?
You were protection,
it's like admitting
why you went there.
How'd Jeff York
get tied up
in all this?
Jeff fell in love
with Andy at work.
Wanted Andy
to leave his wife.
Jeff started talking
all this love stuff.
So Andy asked me
to get some sense
into him.
You go too far
and strangle him?
No!
You're looking
good for it.
Andy did it.
He didn't mean to.
Jeff would've dragged
us all into a mess.
Andy Abbott,
you're under arrest
for the ***
of Jeffrey York.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up
If I give up that right,
anything I say
can and will be used
against me in
a court of law.
I have the right
to an attorney.
How many times
do I have to tell you?
I am not gay.
I was not Jeff York's lover.
And I did not kill him.
The DNA swab that we took
from you will match
the *** at the crime scene.
My client
can explain that.
Jeff asked me
to meet him
at the bar
at the Carlson
to talk.
I knew
something was up
because he'd been acting
so tense around me.
I thought it was from
Alvarez's death threat.
But it wasn't.
No.
No,
that would've been
a hell of a lot easier.
Jeff told me
he was in love
with me.
I told him I'm sorry,
but I didn't feel
the same way.
Bet that didn't
go over too well.
He was embarrassed.
We both got drunk.
When I left
I couldn't get a cab.
Jeff came out,
he saw me waiting,
he said he'd give me a ride
to my poker game.
We drove past some hookers
and he pulled over.
I guess he wanted
to prove his manhood.
I went first.
When she finished
with me, I left.
Took a cab to Brooklyn.
You could've told us
this story the first time
we interviewed you.
Right.
And say
he was in a threesome
with a ***.
The DA would love
to read that
in the tabloids.
Andy'd lose his job
and his family
would be humiliated.
I blame myself.
If I hadn't left Jeff there,
he'd still be alive.
You've covered
all your bases
except one.
Your friend DuShawn McGovern
was at the hotel
talking to Jeff.
Coincidence?
No, a business meeting.
My client asked Mr.
McGovern
to help Mr.
York
sell his apartment.
(Stabler)
Wrong answer.
DuShawn says
you admitted
killing Jeff York,
so your wife
wouldn't find out
you're on the Down Low.
Well, I'm sure DuShawn
said exactly what you
wanted him to say.
He knows you'd ruin
his life to make your case.
He's good.
This cockamamie
story might work.
Jury'll see
right through him.
Will they?
Handsome DA, family man,
gets drunk with a colleague
and lands in
the wrong place
at the wrong time.
We can't prove otherwise.
DuShawn McGovern can.
He gave it up to me,
he'll testify for you.
There's no way
I'm testifying.
Wait a minute.
Just tell her
what you told me.
I didn't tell
you anything.
Mr.
McGovern,
you'd be testifying
before the grand jury.
Those proceedings
are kept secret.
Secret?
Jurors go home after I talk,
they'll spread the news.
I know all about gossip.
I lived with it for years
when I played ball.
You got no choice.
She'll subpoena you,
and I'll haul
your *** in there.
I'll put my hand on the Bible
and swear to tell
the whole truth.
I worked too hard
to get where I am
to mess it up now.
Go on.
Ask me if Andy
killed the man.
I'll say,
"I don't know
what you're talking about.
"
If you'll excuse me,
I'm very busy.
[Sighs]
There goes our case.
What's it gonna take
to bring it back?
Proof that Jeff York
and Andy Abbott
were lovers.
Andy's on the Down Low
and Jeff sure
ain't talking.
Maybe Jeff'll talk
to Warner.
The dead can speak.
I ran the DNA
from the *** virus
in Jeff York's blood.
Here's the genotype
of the *** strain
from Jeff.
I also tested
Andy Abbott's DNA swab
for ***.
He's positive.
Here's Andy's genotype.
The *** strains
are identical.
So that proves they had
a *** relationship?
*** mutates constantly.
That's a common
mutation to Jeff's ***.
The exact same
mutation on Andy's.
So one of them
passed it to the other.
Very likely.
Likely enough
to convince a jury?
It's suggestive.
Not conclusive.
How suggestive?
I can't give you
a precise number.
Sorry.
That's not good enough
for a jury.
Thanks.
Olivia.
What's up?
You're negative.
It's not even worth
putting Warner
on the stand.
Abbott's lawyer'll
find five other guys
who have the same
strain of ***
who didn't know
Andy or Jeff.
Andy gets away
with ***.
You got company.
She's steaming.
How can you do this?
How can you possibly think
that my husband
killed our friend?
Mrs.
Abbott, we have
credible evidence.
More lies.
You knew he was a suspect
when we talked.
Don't lie to me again.
She's telling you
the truth.
Your husband
was having an affair
with Jeff York.
I don't believe you.
You're sick.
You don't have
to believe me,
but for your own sake,
get an *** test.
Jeff York had AIDS.
Go to hell.
Should you have
done that?
She needed to know.
(Zeirko)
Casey.
I'm not backing down.
We're going to trial.
This isn't
about the trial.
This is a complaint
to the Disciplinary
Committee of the Bar
demanding you be suspended
from the practice of law.
What are you talking about?
Your unprofessional,
if not criminal, conduct.
You revealed confidential,
legally protected
medical information
to my client's wife.
I'm trying to protect
Mary-Ellen from
contracting ***.
She thinks that you're
trying to intimidate her
to win your case.
I can tear this up
if we can make a deal.
Let me get this straight.
You're blackmailing me
and in the same breath
accusing me
of ethical impropriety?
I'm defending my client.
I didn't break the law.
Man Two,
five years probation,
take it or leave it.
I'll take the censure.
I'm betting suspension.
You'll lose your job.
(Clark)
Tell me
you didn't do this.
I had to warn her.
She has a right
to know she's at risk.
You had no legal right
to tell her.
Mary, her life
is at stake.
Well, congratulations.
In any other profession
you'd be
Humanitarian of the Year.
You'll be lucky
to get out of this
with your skin.
I'm screwed.
You bet your sweet ***
you are.
Did you tell Mary-Ellen
about her husband
only to protect her?
Or did you have
something else
in mind?
You shouldn't have
come here.
Please hear me out.
I won't discuss the case.
I came to apologize.
I was wrong.
It wasn't my place
to tell you.
I keep asking myself why,
and all I can say is
if I was in your position,
I hope someone would tell me.
You ruined my life.
I didn't expose you
to ***.
Andy did.
And I didn't put
Andy's arrest on
the front page,
on T.
V.
I have two children,
Miss Novak.
They're asking me
what their daddy did wrong.
What do I tell them?
I don't know.
And how do I tell them
I'm *** positive?
I'm sorry.
[Sighs]
I don't want
my girls to suffer.
What am I going to do?
You've gone too far, Casey.
When the Disciplinary
Committee hears
you've been harassing
my client's wife,
you'll be disbarred.
This was my decision.
I asked her to come.
Okay.
Mary-Ellen, what
One day you picked up
a little paint brush,
and you painted
a watercolor
Christmas card for me.
Big trees
in Central Park,
the buildings behind them.
I remember it
like yesterday.
I fell in love
with you that day,
and I love you now,
and I will love you
till the day I die.
And by the grace of God,
I will live long enough
to see our girls grow up
and find their way
in life.
I forgive you
for what you did.
But I cannot forgive you
if you let our children,
and your friends,
and their families
be destroyed.
A trial will drag
all of us through the mud.
I'm asking you, Andy,
to be a man
and admit
what you've done.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry,
I didn't tell you
the truth about me.
I'm sorry
for what I did to you.
I know.
He wanted me
to leave my family.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't.
I couldn't admit I'm gay.
And we argued
and I
I got angry.
I got so angry,
and I killed him.
Man One, seven and a half
to fifteen.
He allocutes,
and only the plea
and the sentence
go on the record.
We seal
the rest forever.
We'll forget about
the Disciplinary Committee.
Andy?
Done.
[Sniffling]