"Elizabeth, put the knife down. Let's discuss this in a calm and rational manner," Murty says, his eyes never leaving the knife blade.

"You raped me," Elizabeth says coldly.

"No, I didn't, and I don't know where you got the idea that I did," Murty responds, nervously. "Please put the knife down."

Lucky and Nikolas race through the door. Lucky runs to Liz's side while Nikolas restrains Murty.

"What the hell is going on here?," Murty yells, struggling in Nik's grasp.

"We know you raped Elizabeth, so why don't you just save all of the aggravation and admit it," Lucky spits.

"I really have no clue what you are talking about. I did not rape you. Is this your way at getting back to me for saying you have a crush on me?"

Elizabeth's eyes flash with anger. "Getting back at you?! You raped me in the park."

"No, I didn't," Murty insists. He looks at Lucky. "Will you please talk some sense into your girlfriend?"

"Shut up," Lucky retorts. Nikolas motions to Lucky. Lucky crosses the room towards Nik. "What," he snaps.

"I think you should ask him about his whereabouts the night of Liz's attack," Nik says softly.

Lucky glares. "We know he did it."

"Do we?," Nikolas counters.

Lucky crosses back towards Elizabeth. "Honey, can I have the knife," he asks slowly. Liz's eyes remain focused on Murty. "Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth's eyes shift towards Lucky. "Lucky, when did you… what are you doing…?" Her voice trails off. Her eyes brim with tears. "I'm so scared Lucky."

Lucky takes the knife from her hands and closes it, placing it in his pocket. He draws her into his arms. "I'm here, Elizabeth. There's nothing to be scared of." He turns and faces Murty, still holding Liz close to him. "Why did you do it?"

Murty struggles to break free of Nik's grasp, but is unable to move. "I did not rape Elizabeth. I don't know what would ever make her think that I could or would do something like that to her, but I swear, I didn't do it."

Nikolas tightens his grasp. "Where were you on Valentine's Day?"

"I was chaperoning the dance, here at PC High."

"After the dance. Where did you go after the dance?," Lucky spits. Elizabeth starts sobbing. Lucky gently kisses the top of her head. "Where did you go, Murty?"

"I can't say," Murty replies.

"What do you mean, you 'can't say?' Why not?," Lucky demands. "Because you'll incriminate yourself?"

"Listen-I did not rape Elizabeth. I just can't tell you where I was. It's private."

"Yeah, I bet," Lucky retorts.

Murty rolls his eyes. "Are you listening to what I said? I'll repeat. I did not rape her…. You're convicting me without presenting any evidence."

"You want evidence?," Elizabeth cries, suddenly pulling away from Lucky. "I was raped in the park. You're always in the park-jogging. When I was fighting him, trying to scream, the guy said 'not another word.' You're always saying that to me… you said it again tonight…. Do you want more? The smell… the soap's smell. I've smelled it on you when we were in class," Liz cries, "and I smelled it on him that night…. You're always paying so much attention to me, helping me out. You're always looking at me, and then you accuse me of having a crush on you!"

Murty shakes his head. "Elizabeth, I'm sorry that you were attacked, and I'm sorry that you were hurt so badly. But I wasn't the one who did this to you."

"You hit your wife," Lucky interjects, as Murty's face clouds with shock. "Didn't think we knew that, huh, Murty. Did you rape her too?"

"I can explain that. I did hit her-once. It was Valentine's day. It was a terrible mistake, and I lost my wife because of it. She still hates me to this day, and I can't say I blame her." Murty looks Lucky in the eye. "I learned my lesson. I have never raised my hand to a woman since that day, and I have certainly never raped one."

"Then where were you," Nikolas says, twisting Murty's arm. "You're not getting out of here until we get our answers.

Murty sighs, realizing he's trapped. "After the dance ended, I went to the hospital-to my AA meeting. I'm two and a half years," he states proudly. "I haven't had a drink since that night."

Liz grabs Lucky's arms, her face white. "Elizabeth?," Lucky asks, propping her up. "What's wrong honey?"

"I remembered something-his breath… it reeked of liquor…" Her eyes search Lucky's face. "It wasn't just the soap. It was alcohol that I smelled."

Murty relaxes slightly. "I was at the meeting until almost 1 am. You can ask my sponsor. Lee Baldwin. He can vouch for me if necessary."

"Baldwin?," Liz repeats.

"Isn't that-," Lucky interrupts.

"--My therapist's husband," Liz finishes.

"Did you ever mention Murty to her?"

Liz nods her head. "In therapy, remember? Other than that, I only told you and Nik."

"Can you call her," Nik asks. "I have a phone here. We can settle this now." Nik tosses Lucky his phone. "It's already activated. Just dial."

Lucky hands Liz the phone. "Moment of truth," he whispers.

Liz shakily dials. "Hello, Mrs. Baldwin? This is Elizabeth Webber… No, I'm not good. Can I ask you a question? It's important…. Where were you and your husband on Valentine's Day?" She glances at Lucky. "You went out to dinner, and then he went to the hospital? Isn't he a lawyer-why was he-I can't say why this is so important, just trust me, please…. He was at an AA meeting? Could I please speak to him? Is he there?…. Yes, I'll hold…" Liz squeezes Lucky's hand. "She's getting him…. Hi, Mr. Baldwin. I need to ask you a question. I know the information is confi