Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 16, Episode 11 - Agent Provocateur - full transcript

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.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Miss?

One. Post twenty-four. I need...

FEMALE EMT: Pupils
constricted, non-reactive.



Narcan max. Ten migs.

DR. PATEL: She's in V-fib.

Clear.

Clear.

We've got a pulse.

Sweetheart, can you
tell me your name?

BENSON: (DISTORTED) Madison?

Madison?

Who are you?

I'm Sergeant Benson.
And this is Detective Amaro.

Where am I?

BENSON: Hey, you're
gonna be okay, sweetie.

Do you remember
what happened to you?

No.



Did something happen to me?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

They found me in an
alley? In a suitcase?

I don't remember that.

So, Madison, what's the last
thing that you do remember?

Coming to the
city to see Wicked.

I live in Ronkonkoma.

And you came by yourself?

I was supposed
to meet a girlfriend.

Supposed to? So you didn't?

Okay, did you end
up seeing the show?

I was coming from my uncle's

on the Upper West Side.

I took a cab. My mom doesn't
like me taking the subway.

Well, we'll need your uncle's
information. And your friend's.

I don't wanna get them
in trouble with my mom.

So where is she?

Atlantic City.

With some girlfriends.

Oh, God. (SIGHS)

She's gonna be so mad at me.

Anonymous 911 call

comes in at 3:00 a.m.

from the pay phone.

FIN: Somebody wanted this found.

NOLAN: I respond, I find her
unconscious in a half-opened suitcase.

The suitcase looks tourist
shop generic. You call CSU yet?

Yeah, four times already.

When they get here, have
'em run it for DNA and prints.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

Yeah, my guess, she's underage,

she ODs while
partying at a club,

and they dump her.

Bright lights, big city, right?

You canvass? Witnesses?

Kinda late, cold night,

windows were closed.

No one saw or heard anything.

FIN: Okay, we're
near the tunnels.

We'll check the
traffic cam footage.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hold on.

What's up, Liv?

So, the last thing that
Madison remembers

is leaving her
uncle's apartment.

And now he's not
picking up the phone.

So find out why
he hasn't noticed

that his niece is missing.

Okay, we're headed over there.

Did you tell your uncle that you were
going to Times Square by yourself?

He got me the tickets.

Okay, so you got in
the cab. Then what?

He locked the doors,

he was driving like a lunatic.

Well, can you tell us
anything about him?

His age, ethnicity?

Middle Eastern, maybe?

I'm sorry, I was
trying to text my friend

'cause I was freaked out.

Oh, my God. My phone.

Do you guys have it?

Madison, when
they found you, you...

You had no purse,

you had no clothes.

You don't remember
how that happened?

Um, the driver...

I remember now. He...

He pulled over, then
he climbed into the back.

Then he made me take some pills.

And after that, I don't know.

We're gonna need
you to do a rape kit.

A rape kit? Why?

Because somebody assaulted you,
sweetie. We need to find out who.

But I wouldn't recognize him.

Okay, how about we
take it one step at a time?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

NYPD.

Hey. What's going on?

We're here about
your niece, Madison.

Madison? She's up in
the guest room. Asleep.

Can we come in, Mr. Baker?

(SIGHS) Sure.

Madison?

Oh, little wake and
bake there, chief?

Hey, that's... That's not mine.

That belongs to a friend.

Mmm-hmm.

She's... She's in
here. She's sleeping.

You check on her last night?

The door was closed.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING)

Madison?

Madison?

Wait, what?

Okay, I... I thought
she came home.

When's the last
time you saw her?

Six. We were supposed
to go see a show, Wicked.

But, um... But she
said she had a friend

that was dying to see it.

A friend? Who?

I don't know.

These the tickets?

Wait. She didn't go?

Where is she?

Mercy Hospital.

What happened
to her? Is she okay?

Right, now you're worried about
your niece? Where were you last night?

Uh... A meat market.

I got home at about 1:00, okay?

Her backpack was
here, the door was closed.

Any way we can verify that?

When he wakes up,
you... You can ask him.

Look, guys, clearly I screwed
up, okay? Don't tell my sister.

Okay, man.

Madison's friend you're
talking about, is this...

Is this her boyfriend?

I have no idea.

Look, it's not like she's chatty
with me or anything, okay? She's 15.

She's on her cell phone
all the time, just texting.

You know what? Go wake
your friend up. We'll wait out here.

So where were we?

Madison lied to her uncle.

Didn't even take
the theater tickets.

Well, and that
taxi driver story,

I mean, speeding through
Times Square after 6:00?

You'd make better
time on a goat.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. Well,
something happened to her.

The tox screen shows alcohol,

Ambien and Xanax in her system.

Now, the rape kit
didn't turn up any DNA,

but it did find
condom lubricant.

So this is, what, a
hook up gone bad?

Bad enough to dump
her body in a suitcase?

BENSON: Carisi,
check her social media.

Facebook, Instagram,
Twitter, all of it.

On it. NICK: We got
cell records coming in.

Madison was texting
constantly from the Upper West

to the Howell Hotel in TriBeCa,

where her cell goes
dead at 2:00 a.m.

Okay, we know
who she was texting?

Wait, I'll run the number.
I'll save you the trouble.

She posted this on
her Instagram account

yesterday afternoon.

BENSON: Who's that?
SONNY: Scott Russo.

FIN: Pretty boy actor?

Yeah, actor/painter/philosopher.

In his free time, he's trying
to end climate change.

And he is in town this week
at the EdgeFest Film Festival

at the Howell Hotel in TriBeCa.

I would love to take a run
at the Renaissance Man.

Let's get Madison's
side of the story first.

Mom just got to the hospital.

And let's keep her
out of the conversation.

My daughter has been
assaulted. I'm staying with her.

Madison,

we saw your Instagram account.

The friend that
you told your uncle

you were going to see

was Scott Russo, wasn't it?

Scott Russo?

Well, my daughter's
obsessed with him.

She's seen Caspian Sea 10 times.

How did you even get his number?

We DM'd each other on Twitter.

He lured you to the city?

How long has this been going on?

What did he do? Nothing, Mom.

He left you for
dead in a suitcase.

MADISON: Scott wouldn't hurt me.

Okay. Look,

tell us what you remember.

And we know you
went to his hotel.

Yeah.

There was a party at the bar.

Scott texted that he could
get me on the guest list.

And then what happened?

Nothing. He got me a drink.

Did you go to his room?

I don't know.

They were giving out
cocktails at the party.

I guess they were
stronger than I realized,

I blacked out.

And next thing I remember

is waking up in the hospital.

Oh, Madison. My God.

She is 15 years old.

I don't care if he's a
movie star. Just arrest him.

(TABLA PLAYING)

(SITAR PLAYING)

Namaste.

Can I help you?

You know a girl
named Madison Baker?

Who?

She's the 15-year-old girl that you
were trading selfies with yesterday.

Mujhe ek minute chahiye.

Namaste. Namaste.

She's a fan. All right? She
texted me and I responded.

Is flirting a crime?

Did you see her last night?

Celebrity, fantasy,

and expectations are all
part of my, uh... My art project.

Did you see her
last night or not?

I met her.

You get her drinks, or...

Hey, they were giving
drinks away for free.

That's not on me.

So you did have
a drink with her?

Look, after Caspian Sea,

that's my fan base. Young girls.

There's a bunch of 'em
in the lobby right now.

Some of them always manage
to slip under the, uh, velvet rope.

Hey, look, man, nobody's
looking to hang you here. We get it.

Madison's hot. A guy
could make a bad choice.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. A guy,
all right? Not Scott Russo.

(CHUCKLES) Why,
what is she saying?

Well, tell us your
side. What happened?

You met her, had
a couple of drinks,

brought her up to the
room, something like that?

No, we had some
drinks and we talked.

I left her in the booth.

What time was that?

I don't wear a watch, man.

But, look, people saw me go.

Like who?

Uh, industry
people, well, hipsters.

Skye. Adderson,

he's my co-star. He
can vouch for me.

Scott, is everything all right?

Yeah, we're cool. Yeah,
this is Lydia, my manager.

Tell them that you were at
the party last night, Lydia.

I was there. What's going on?

We were just asking him about a
girl he took a selfie with last night.

He took a lot of selfies.

With waiters, press,
fans. He's a star, after all.

Yeah, well, this fan is 15.
And Scott was sexting with her.

She had a rough night.

Lydia, I just talked to
her, all right? That's all.

Okay. Look, Scott has

a lot of cyber stalkers
and over-wrought admirers.

But whatever this is, he
had nothing to do with it.

Then you won't mind
answering a few more questions?

Sure. Just let me,
uh... Let me film it.

This is not a good time. We
have a satellite tour in 15 minutes.

(SIGHS) Listen, why don't you
just email me your questions?

Thanks, fellas.

You like him for this?

He might have nailed that girl,

but dumping her
body in a suitcase?

I got self-absorbed
idiot, not psycho.

Well, he said he
left her in the bar.

Let's go to tape.

So you want footage
from last night?

We can get a warrant, but
usually hotels work with us.

TURRENTINE: We already did.

So, do you guys even
talk to each other?

A detective came in late last
night and pulled the footage.

The hallway, the bar,
the elevator, the lobby.

I mean, he took
the whole hard drive.

An NYPD detective? Yeah.

What precinct?

(CHUCKLES)

Shouldn't you know that?

You got footage of this guy?

I might be able to get some
footage of him walking out.

But I'm gonna need some IDs.

MALE CREW MEMBER: Satellite
feed starts in two minutes, folks.

Two minutes.

FIN: Who's the red dress?

SONNY: Seriously? Their co-star,
Catalina Soren. Where have you been?

I don't want you talking
to those detectives.

Fine.

How's my favorite client?

Love you.

(FANS YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

We're on in two. Come on.

I know Russo's a multitasker,
but impersonating NYPD,

stealing security
footage, dumping a body...

Takes a village.

FEMALE FAN: Skye!
Skye, we love you!

Hold up.

Russo Army. (SCREAMING)

Skye, come here.
You know this guy?

Whoa!

You want one?

SCOTT: You all just
went up on Instagram.

Whoever this guy is, he told the
hotel security that he was NYPD.

He took all the surveillance
footage, the key card logs.

Thorough.
Thoughtful. But stupid.

If you can't get them for the
crime, you get them for the cover up.

Who's "them"? Fixers.

This is Hollywood on the Hudson.

Russo's a star. He picks up an
underage girl, she ODs in his bed,

he makes some
calls, it goes away.

Then why leave the
last part to chance?

You mean, kill her? You're
watching too many movies.

You've talked to the girl twice
and she hasn't accused him yet?

Either she was paid
off, or she's obsessed.

Look, she's 15 years old,
she had drugs in her system,

maybe she really
doesn't remember.

Well, can you get us a warrant for
Russo's cell phone and his room?

I can get you phone records.

But a warrant for an actual phone
after that Supreme Court decision?

Not yet. Get me someone who
puts them together after the party.

Uh, the hallway, the elevator.

Look, there were hundreds of
people at that party, the hotel.

They couldn't have
gotten to them all.

Go door to door.

Russo did say his co-star,
Skye, saw him leave the party.

So start there.

PHOTOGRAPHER: That's great,
Skye. Give me some integrity.

Oh, beautiful. Chin up a little.

Fantastic! Okay, keep it going.

He's not very good.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Camera loves you!

SONNY: Hey, Skye, can
we talk to you for a minute?

SKYE: Whoa. We're in
the middle of a photo shoot.

He may have witnessed a rape.

Whoa, I didn't witness any rape.

LYDIA: Skye. No,
no, it's okay, Lydia.

Is this... This is
about that girl, right?

'Cause, uh, you know, if somebody
did something to her, maybe...

Maybe I can help.

Thank you.

You see her at the
party with Russo?

Yeah. In a... In a booth.

She seem okay to you?

She seemed, uh, a little
young to be at a party like that.

She was drinking,
but that's not on Scott.

I mean, uh, EdgeFest
is sponsored by Akvavit.

Well, here's the thing, Skye.

Russo told us that
you could vouch for him,

that he left
before the girl did.

Because he did. Right, Skye?

No, no. Not exactly.

Lydia, I just played a lawyer.

I can't lie to the police.

He was there with her, and
then I was talking to a producer,

and I turned around to see, uh,

if he would come
over, and he was gone.

Okay, what time was this?

Around midnight.

Did you see the girl leave?

No. No, she was gone, too.

Thanks.

NICK: Hey.

BENSON: Who's
arresting Scott Russo?

No, it's a preview
for his next movie.

It's called Falsely Accused.

NARRATOR: Innocence
betrayed, justice denied.

A man alone. (SCREAMS)

This is an outrageous

miscarriage of
justice, Your Honor!

NARRATOR: Against the
system that betrayed him.

Scott Russo, Skye
Adderson, Catalina Soren.

Falsely Accused. Coming soon.

He's charged with a rape
murder he didn't commit.

And, uh, Skye Adderson plays
the legal aid attorney who saves him.

And?

And they're both in the
city promoting this movie,

Russo's accused
of assaulting a fan...

That'll get you trending.

She overdosed.

Yeah, and now she
can't remember anything.

They could all be playing us.

This fits Russo's whole
meta-meme thing to a T.

Guys, I don't care if
they're doing it for publicity.

Somebody had sex
with a 15-year-old girl

and left her for dead
in an alley in a suitcase.

That's a crime.

Are we anywhere on that?

Yeah, we talked to two waiters.

They said they saw Russo
doing body shots off of Madison.

Okay, can anybody put them
in the hallway, in the elevator?

Did anybody see
them leave together?

Skye may or may not have.

Tried to thread the needle on
that. (CELL PHONE BUZZES)

BENSON: Check
Snaptrends, Gramfeed.

Put a plate on that
entire hotel block

from 10:00 p.m. to 4:00 a.m.

There were hundreds
of people there.

Somebody must have posted a selfie,
a video, something. (PHONE CHIMES)

Hold up. Google
Alert. Somebody did.

Turn on LMZ.

Hey, you all know
about Suitcase Girl.

MAN: (CHUCKLES) The
underage partier who ended up

naked in a suitcase
in a TriBeCa alley?

Yeah, well, even
though Scott Russo

denied ever hooking up with her.

Surveillance footage
shows them in a lip lock

at the Howell Hotel.

Hmm. Oh, yeah. ALL: Oh!

And when it came
time to call it a night,

they pulled the old
"I'll leave first" play.

LENNY: Oh! MAN: Yeah. Yeah.

GROUP: Oh!

LENNY: Scott, come on, man!

Don't mess with underage girls.

And don't mess with LMZ.

Now we know who impersonated
NYPD to get that footage.

I'll call Barba.

LENNY ON TV: And
don't mess with LMZ.

MAN: Bad boy Scott Russo
caught in a sexting scandal.

LENNY: Catalina, is he guilty?

I just can't believe Scott
would do something like this.

But if he did,
there's no defense.

(FEMALE FANS SCREAMING)

SONNY: Scott Russo.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Show's over, Scott.

Hey.

You wanna tweak the press,

you wanna blow up
Twitter, knock yourself out.

But you're looking at 15
to 20 for rape and assault.

What, for a crime
I didn't commit?

I just made this movie.

It ends with me getting a
public apology from the NYPD.

Well, this isn't a movie, Scott.

While you were at the gallery,

we executed a search
warrant on your hotel room.

I know. Lydia called
me, freaking out.

"Let 'em search," I said.

"The girl was never in there."

CSU's still going over your
carpet, your drain, your bedspread.

But they already found Ambien
and Xanax in your bathroom,

which match the drugs
in Madison's system.

Oh, and condoms that match
the one used by the rapist.

Yeah. Those condoms are
in the hotel amenity basket.

You said you left the
girl at the party. You lied.

There's video of her coming up to
your room, you're opening the door.

All right, look, I invited her to
the party. We had some drinks.

I find out she was underage,

so I excused myself.

She followed me to
my room. All right?

If you'd watched the rest of
the playback on that video,

you would have seen
that I shut the door on her.

Yeah, well, we don't
have the rest of that video.

And we may never
be able to get it.

NICK: You know, you
tell that story on the stand.

I don't care how good
an actor you think you are,

there's not a jury in
the world that buys it.

A jury? Hello?

Somebody had sex with a drunk
and drugged 15-year-old girl,

wheeled the body into an alley.

You're in a lot of
trouble here, man.

Wow.

You guys actually
think that I did this?

Okay. Okay.

This has to stay on the DL.

Okay? She's married.

Who's married?

Catalina Soren.

Your co-star?

Yeah, I did the right
thing here, all right?

I turned the 15-year-old down.

Look, Catalina's room,
it's adjoining mine,

and she was in my
suite all night long.

Okay, well, we're gonna
need to talk to Catalina.

I know, but here's the thing,

she's on a 19-hour
flight to New Zealand

to shoot two cycles
of the Catalyst trilogy,

and the thing is her
husband's directing it.

Mr. Russo's manager.

Not another word, Scott.

He's done talking until
we get our lawyer in here.

Everything's gonna be
okay. You're safe, baby.

And he invokes.

Okay. We'll try
to find the actress.

Do we have enough to charge?

Charge, sure. Make the case, no.

The drugs and the
condoms are circumstantial.

What does the girl say?

Last time we spoke to Madison,

she said she didn't recall
going to his hotel room.

Talk to her again.

We all know what
Scott Russo did.

Why isn't he
rotting in a jail cell?

We want to make sure our case
is air tight before we bring him in.

So he's free to go
where he wants?

Attack another child?

I'm not a child.

And he didn't attack me!

I followed him to his room.

'Cause I wanted to be with him.

And were you?

Madison,

if he didn't attack you,
and it was consensual,

then you need to tell us that.

He didn't force me.

We're soul mates.

I'd been dreaming
that this would happen,

that he would fall
in love with me.

So I went into his bathroom

and took some of his
pills just to calm my nerves.

Madison.

Ms. Baker, please.
Madison, go on.

I guess the pills were strong,

or maybe it was the
cocktails at the party,

but a lot's fuzzy.

Madison, do you remember

having sex with Scott Russo?

Yes.

He was so gentle.

That's how I know that
he would never hurt me.

Okay.

We will be back in a minute.

Got him on statutory rape.
We can charge Russo.

Hold on. Madison's
changed her statement

how many times now? Several.

A few.

The girl was traumatized
and under the influence.

Which also doesn't help.

Yeah, if I'm Russo's lawyer,

I'm gonna paint
her as a crazy fan

who admitted to using drugs
and alcohol, who stalked him.

Save it for night school. Uh...

What about his alibi?

Catalina Soren
isn't calling us back.

Right, because she wasn't
in the room with Russo.

But we have video evidence
he kissed Madison at the bar,

did body shots off her, that's at least
endangering the welfare of a child.

Come on.

Well, we also have
video of him talking to her

right outside his
hotel room door.

And if we show the jury that,

his lawyer is gonna ask why
we didn't show them the rest,

and they are gonna
wonder what was on it.

I'm wondering the same thing.

LENNY: I've got
to thank you guys.

Some of my best
sources are in your offices.

RAFAEL: Care to share any names?

Oh, I never reveal a source.

Look, we don't care
where you got it, Lenny,

we just need to see the rest.

Wouldn't know how
to get that for you.

Withholding evidence is a
class E felony, Mr. Simmons.

I don't have the video
in my possession,

so there's no physical
evidence being withheld.

Well, then who does have it?

My source is my source.

First Amendment
guarantees that journalists

don't have to reveal
that information.

But hang on. That's
for real journalists.

You're not even tabloid trash.

(LAUGHS) You wound me.

Hey, Counselor, tell her about
New York press shield law.

He's right. Even LMZ has absolute
protection for confidential news.

To compel, the
hurdles are very high.

You have got to be kidding me.

Don't mess with LMZ.

You want to threaten
a police officer?

Go ahead, tough
guy, take a swing.

You take one first.

Come on, Nick,
let's go. Maybe I will.

Okay. Oh, uh...

I almost forgot. Here.

Whoever showed you that tape
impersonated NYPD to steal it.

Which means you have direct
knowledge of criminal wrongdoing.

So tomorrow, you can either
reveal your source to a grand jury,

or they will hold
you in contempt.

Bring your toothbrush.

Lenny's a third-rate hack,

although he wants everyone to
think he's Woodward and Bernstein.

You know, he may not show.

Don't forget, before he became
a vulture, he was a lawyer.

Yeah, a distinction
without a difference.

It means, he knows if he
doesn't show, he goes to jail.

Yeah, he doesn't
have the stones for that.

Agreed. All bat, no balls.

Guess who didn't show.

I've just spent the past two hours
with 23 grand jurors playing Sudoku.

It's Friday. How about we pick
him up at the end of the day?

So he can't get
processed until Monday

and has to spend the
weekend at The Tombs?

Motherhood has
really changed you, Liv.

Brought out your sweet side.

(CHUCKLES)

Do it.

Thank you.

Here you go.

That's a wrap, folks.
Have a great weekend.

If you can't come in Sunday,
don't come in Monday.

Lenny Simmons. We
missed you in court today.

Hey, Lenny, where's that bat?

You know, failure to
appear is contempt.

(CHUCKLES) All right, yeah.

Get those cameras rolling.

This is NYPD harassment.

Trying to force me to
reveal a confidential source.

(ALL CHEERING) Atta boy, Lenny.

They may have no
respect for the Constitution,

but I am willing to die
to respect those rights.

I know this is gonna
be hard for you,

but you have the
right to remain silent.

FIN: How'd it go?

RAFAEL: Judge threw
him in The Tombs.

Look, until he gives up that video,
or his source, we can't make a case.

NICK: Why should
Lenny Simmons give it up?

I mean, this is goosing his ratings while
he's got his feet up in protective custody.

We could put a UC in his cell.

He's under arrest.

NYPD can't have an
ex-parte conversation.

About his case.

But if he gives us information
about somebody else,

that's fair game.

Is it?

I didn't hear any of this.

Hey, hey! Hey!

You think you got
eyes on me? Hey.

You ain't got eyes.
You don't know eyes.

Hey, hey, hey,
we're all good here.

Hey, I got eyes. I got
eyes right here in my teeth.

(GROWLS)

Hey, mop boy.

Somebody vomited by the toilets.

Go make yourself useful.

Ciao.

Solitaire. Can't do that in
here. You gotta be on a team.

I don't need protection.

It's just a little advice.

From a true LMZ fan.

You're a fan?

Oh, yeah. The way you take
it to them Hollywood clowns,

can't do nothing
but respect that.

Where I'm from, you
talk crap, you get shot.

I've come close a few times.

What's your name
again? Call me Big G.

Big G? Lenny.

You play gin?

You know, you and me,
we're not that different.

Is that right?

Yeah, you've got
your kind of juice,

I've got mine.

Velvet glove, iron fist.

You gonna keep talking,
or we gonna play cards,

Lenny?

LENNY: I've got them
all running scared.

FIN: Yeah. Whatever
you say, Lenny.

No, I got a vault.

Sex videos, drug
videos, bestiality.

FIN: Wait a minute.

You have video on this guy and
you're doing time to protect him?

You're dumber than you look.

I'm protecting my operation,

I'm thinking about
the big picture.

The real dirt on what happened
last night is in the vault.

That's my juice.

What is this?

You know, the
first rule of the vault,

is there is no vault.

Mr. Simmons, I believe
you've met Big G.

FIN: Detective Tutuola.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, me and Lenny,

we had a nice,
long talk in there.

Right, Len? Remember this part?

LENNY: Russo's manager
gives me the PG-13 video,

the triple-X stuff disappears.

You didn't inform
me you were a cop.

Whatever you got can't be used.

No, see, Lenny,
we don't need to get

anything from you.

You already gave us
your source. Lydia Lebasi.

Tell us what went down,
no one finds out you helped.

Refuse to cooperate,
we release you

and leak that you talked
to save your own skin.

See, the court of public
opinion is a harsh one.

But you already knew that.

LENNY: Until this
show trial ends,

I've agreed to wear
an ankle bracelet.

I don't care how long
they hold me in contempt.

The judge can drop
dead in his black robe

before Lenny Simmons
gives up the name of a source.

The great defender of the free
press falls apart like a cheap suit.

Russo's manager is on her way.

She's got plenty of clients. Can't
be fun cleaning up Russo's messes.

Maybe she'll cut him loose.

RAFAEL: We know you helped Scott
cover up a rape and attempted murder.

That makes you a co-conspirator.

You'll go down for
a felony yourself.

Or you give us that
missing footage.

Lenny dropped my name?

That little bitch.

Let him give you the missing
footage if he knows so much.

Didn't you hear the news? Lenny
Simmons is a free press crusader.

NICK: And you, on
the other hand, are just

Scott Russo's cleaning lady.

He's really worth
20 years in jail?

I swear I don't have
the footage. LMZ does.

But you were there.
So what happened?

Last chance, Miss
Lebasi. (SIGHS)

Scott calls me around 1:00 a.m.

"Come up to my suite.
I've got a problem."

Problem? Try career suicide.

A 15-year-old OD'd in his bed,

and all he can whine
about is being cursed.

What did you do?

My job.

I picked up a cheap suitcase,

had him put her in
it, he wheeled her out.

I got all traces of
her out of the room,

wiped prints, stripped the bed.

And then you called LMZ and
had them pull that security video?

He swore he wouldn't
release any of it.

They screwed me with that exclusive
of Scott and the girl in the hallway.

An ethical lapse by
LMZ? I'm shocked.

But they didn't commit
a crime, you did.

Scott's going down
anyway, isn't he?

I'll tell you the truth.

The whole truth, and
nothing but the truth.

Man, I think that
salmon was farm raised.

Told you you should
have had the burger, man.

Totally grass fed.

Scott Russo?

What, are you guys stalking him?

Stalking? He's on Foursquare.

Every move you
make is a public act.

Including this.

You're under arrest for
the rape of Madison Baker.

I know you guys hate
me, but I did not do this.

All right? I'm being set up.

Oh, falsely accused?
Life imitates art. I get it.

Oh, jeez, Scott.

Hey, I'll call Lydia.

No, Lydia can't help me anymore.

Call my lawyer.

NICK: Well, I'll say
this for Scott Russo,

he does take a pretty mug shot.

So how long until that's on LMZ?

My daughter needs
to speak with you.

Madison, what's going on?

Why did you arrest Scott? I
told you that he didn't hurt me.

It's okay, Madison. His
manager, Lydia, told us everything.

What did she say?

That you OD'd in his hotel
room after he had sex with you,

and then they put you in the
suitcase and they dumped you.

She's lying. About all of it.

Hold on now. Now you're saying
you and Scott Russo did not have sex?

No.

We made out a
little at the party,

but once he found out how
old I was, he got scared.

So...

You followed him
to his hotel suite?

He opened the door,

I saw Catalina
Soren, from his movie.

She was behind him, in a robe.

She's so beautiful.

Then what happened?

He told me I was a nice girl,

but too young for him.

He told me to go home. I just...

I started crying after
he closed the door.

That's when Skye came out.

That's Skye Adderson.

MADISON: Yeah.

He invited me into his
room to clean myself up.

We had more drinks.

I took some of his pills.

He was so
understanding about Scott,

telling me what a jerk he was.

We started making out.

I'm sorry, Mom.

It's okay, honey.

Just tell the truth.

We had sex.

Everything is hazy,
and next thing I know,

I'm in the hospital.

Madison,

why didn't you tell us from
the beginning that it was Skye?

Because I didn't
want Scott to find out

that I had cheated on him.

I knew that he would
never forgive me.

She's finally telling
the truth. Good for her.

Too bad she's lied so many times

a jury won't believe
a word she says.

Well, I still don't.

Look, you heard
Lydia Lebasi, all right?

She pinned everything on Scott.

Now why frame her own client and
risk imprisonment to protect Adderson?

Let's just ask her.

Yeah, be easier to control the conversation
if we had that missing footage.

So let her think that we do.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come on in.

Hi. Sergeant Benson, from SVU.

I'm sorry for the interruption.

Just have a few more questions.

Well, we already spoke
with your detectives.

And forgive us,
but we have a flight

to catch to New Zealand.

New Zealand?

Isn't that where
Catalina Soren's

shooting that new
Catalyst movie?

Yeah, it's a trilogy.

Skye just got cast as
the Catalyst himself.

Well, that's big time,
man. What's that, like,

ten mil a pop?

I'd always thought you were
more of kinda like an indie guy.

Even bad boys grow up.

Now, sorry, please.

Yeah, we just have a couple
of timeline questions, Skye.

So, where did you
go after the party?

I, uh... I went to Lydia's room,

and we were actually, uh,

strategizing about the Catalyst.

All right. Okay. And
what time was that?

It was 1:00 a.m.? Mmm, mmm.

I fell asleep on her couch.

I, uh... I thought that
this was taken care of.

It is. Relax. SKYE: Yeah.

Uh, we have to get to JFK.

Oh, we can give you a
ride. Sirens, lights, you know.

You ever done that? It's a trip.

So, Skye, just to be
clear, you're saying that...

That you never saw Madison?

Maybe in the hallway?

Maybe crying? Of course not.

He was with me.

Well, the problem is,

that doesn't really jive with
the hotel security footage.

Uh, well... The footage...
The footage was... Is gone.

Who told you that?

No, LMZ has had
the footage in a vault,

and your manager finally
gave them the okay to release it.

They're lying! Skye, I didn't...

Okay, Skye, so
back to the video.

Now we have you at
1:00 in the morning, right,

consoling Madison and then
escorting her into your hotel room.

And then later on we got
you wheeling that suitcase out

around 2:45 a.m.

What? No. What, what...
What is going on? No.

No, no, no. That... That's
not right. LYDIA: Skye! Skye!

What about Lydia
coming into my room

bringing in the suitcase?

You don't have that on tape?

Definitely not. But nice try.

So you're saying
it's all her idea?

I'm so... I'm so sorry, Lydia.

(STUTTERS) I
can't go down for this.

I know, Skye.
Don't worry, honey.

He's telling the truth.

It was my idea.

He wanted to call an
ambulance. I told him no.

I said I didn't want
some stupid girl

to screw up the Catalyst deal.

Okay, you don't have
to cover for your client.

She's not covering
for me! I'm innocent.

I am in... I...

I had no idea how
old that girl was.

And Madison, she took
the drugs from my Dopp kit.

Okay, you know, the
station is right down the road.

So how about the four of us
go there and we can sort this out.

No, no, no. Let him
get on the plane.

Let him go to New Zealand.
It was my idea. Take me.

We should all go.

SKYE: What's gonna happen now?

I don't know what to do.

What do we do? What do
we do? I... No, no, no. Shh.

Don't worry, my beautiful boy.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Okay? It's gonna be all right.

Given new evidence and
Skye Adderson's confession,

People have no objection.

Then the motion to dismiss
the indictment is so ordered.

You're free to go, Mr. Russo.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(CAMERAS CLICKING)

Hey, if you're looking
for that apology.

No. Actually, I
want to thank you.

You do?

Yeah, for getting to the
truth. As painful as it is,

I can't believe Lydia set me up

because I refused to
compromise my integrity.

Come again?

I always thought
she believed in me.

But I guess she found
a brighter, shinier boy.

(CROWD SCREAMING)

It's been a tough week.

That people I loved
would destroy me

for status and money

is the ultimate betrayal.

Check, please.

SCOTT: There's a lesson here.

The mana that consumes Hollywood

creates the basis
for disrespecting

one's true self,

and for hurting others.

Falsely Accused,

well, it's not just a movie.

It happened to me.

(FEMALE FANS SCREAMING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)