Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 14, Episode 2 - Above Suspicion - full transcript

What the hell happened?

NARRATOR: Previously on Law
and Order: Special Victims Unit...

Donald Cragen, you're under
arrest for murder in the first degree.

No one is above the law.
Not even your Captain.

He didn't kill anyone.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Steven Harris...
I've been assigned

temporary captain
of Special Victims.

We're used to a certain
amount of autonomy.

I understand. But
things have changed.

I'm tired of waiting around
for you to make time for us.



So why don't we just
take a little break?

You are being played by Cassidy.

We don't even know who
the hell this guy's working for!

Listen to me.
Cassidy is good police.

You've got to keep your
partner out of this one.

Iris?

Delia Wilson didn't get
where she is by playing nice.

They're putting it out there
that you're one of Delia's clients.

That's not true.

I have exposure here.

Who the hell are
you working for?

Tell me who you're
working for, or I'll shoot you!

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.

Hey. Put that thing
down, all right?

You don't want to do this.

Yeah, actually, I do.

The whole restaurant
just saw you.

Who are you working for?

Look, Amaro...

I think we got off on
the wrong foot here.

Man, shut up. I don't
like you. I don't trust you.

Just tell me who
you're working for.

You know I can't do that.

I can't tell you
who I report to.

All right? You know that!

I'm U.C.

I'm investigating Ganzel and all
the people that he has on the take.

Vice, D.A.s, NYPD White Shirts.

That's good, sweetheart.

It's stuck on something.

Get down. You'll hurt yourself.

I loved Carissa, too.

But perhaps work would
take your mind off of your grief.

Shiva, Barry. Means seven days.

Been at it for four.

I got it.

Son of a bitch.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Let that go to voicemail.

Carissa.

Right. Carissa.

Look, she calls me
that night. Okay?

She's hysterical. She says that
you were inappropriate with her.

Frankly, right now, I kind of
see how she got that impression.

She lied. I never touched her.

Well, then, you
missed out, mijo.

She had a real thing for cops.

Did you tell Ganzel
what she said?

It never came up.

But after? Carissa?

She calls Ganzel on
his private cell. Right?

I don't even have that number.

And after that, Ganzel tells
me he's worried about her.

Says that she
sounded a little jinky.

Is that when Ganzel told
you to keep an eye on her?

Follow her? What?

What are you saying? What...

What, you think I killed her?

It wasn't Cragen.

Of course it wasn't Cragen.

Cragen got set up real
good. And so did she.

Right, and your boss
sent her to Cragen.

Look, my money?
My money's on Delia.

Carissa was Ganzel's girl.

Carissa was everybody's girl.

All right? Grow up.

So, Delia blackmails her into
setting up Cragen. And me.

You... You were just the
cover story, man. All right?

You were an excuse
for her to work Cragen.

Then, Delia double-crosses her.

Delia double-crosses everybody.

Cassidy's working on
Ganzel to cooperate.

If he ID's Delia's
thugs... He won't.

And Delia is too smart to
hire guys who will roll over.

Maybe not. I mean, there's got to
be somebody we've got leverage on.

There was. Iris.

Delia took care of her.

Don't forget Anya Solar.

Munch, not helping.

No, but he's right.

Five murders, and the only
person being charged is me.

She's good.

We're not giving up, Captain.

Try and stay positive.

I don't need slogans, Rollins.

Just get me out of here.

When's the last time
you talked to Cassidy?

Yesterday. We wanted him to
get Ganzel to cooperate. Why?

One of the bugs in Ganzel's
loft went dead last night.

I left a signal for Cassidy,
haven't heard from him.

Can you try and find him?

Yeah. I can help.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

AMARO: Coming.

Olivia. What's up?

What's up? Mmm.

You tell me.

What, you want to
see my memo book?

(CHUCKLES)

We've lost contact with Cassidy.

I talked to his mother.

She said that you were the last
person that he was seen with.

I needed some answers.

Yeah.

Is that why you locked
him in the men's room?

No, it turns out he was
holding back about Carissa.

He told me she and
Ganzel had a private cell.

Ganzel was the last person
she spoke to that night.

And he just volunteered this.

Yeah.

Once I put a gun to his head.

What? Are you kidding me?

I'm sorry. Nick, let...
let's take it outside.

I don't want to wake up
your family. No, they... they...

They're not here.

Maria...

She accepted a job in D.C.

Took Zara with her.

But it's... it's temporary.

Nick, I'm so sorry.
It's late. And...

I need to try and sleep.

And show up tomorrow.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

GANZEL: Freeze! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.

Boss, it's me. What the hell?

Get down. Hands up.

Really? How about one
or the other, boss? Huh?

Cassidy.

You scared the piss out of me.

They spent the whole day, boss.

And they can't tell, just
from these little things,

where they're transmitting to.

You know, we should
have left them on.

Whoever planted these things

is going to know
that we're onto them.

No, I need privacy
in my own home.

And who the hell did plant them?

I hired you to provide security.

I get that you're upset, boss.

Okay? I get that.

But a lot of people
come through this loft.

It could have been
anybody. All right?

One of Delia's girls.

How long were they in operation?

I don't know.

You don't know
who, how, or when.

What do you know?

Whoa. You either trust
me or you don't. Huh?

You're right. I'm
just... (SIGHS)

Carissa was my rock.

Hey. Look...

There's no time to
wallow here. Okay?

If NYPD planted those bugs,

then we need to
get in front of it.

I'm out on the same
limb you are. All right?

I'll call them.

JUDGE HAYES: Where's
your counsel, Miss Wilson?

I had to let Mr. Exley
go, Your Honor.

After he posted bond,

he seemed to misunderstand
the nature of our relationship.

As I have no financial
resources to hire another attorney,

I'll be representing myself.

If this is another
delaying tactic.

DELIA: Not at all.

In light of the tragic
suicide of Iris Peterson.

I'd like to file a
motion to dismiss.

The State doesn't
have a shred of evidence

to support the
charges against me.

Does the D.A.'s office still
have a case, Miss Foster?

Yes, Your Honor. We're
holding a material witness

to several violent crimes
orchestrated by Delia Wilson.

Including what we intend to prove
was the murder of Iris Peterson.

I run a matchmaking business.

These strong-arm tactics
are the D.A.'s attempt

to blackmail me into revealing
the names of my clients.

We're pursuing a
charge of homicide.

The M.E.'s report, ruling the
circumstances of Iris Peterson's death

undetermined,
pending investigation.

Which I'll be retaining
my own experts to refute.

The M.E., Melinda Warner,
has a personal relationship

with accused murderer,
Captain Donald Cragen,

which has biased her findings.

JUDGE HAYES: Retain away,
Miss Wilson. That's your prerogative.

But I am not dismissing
these charges.

I've assured my boss
that SVU plays clean.

If my man, Cassidy,
tells me to have faith

in you, Detectives,
I have faith.

Our only agenda is to prove
that Delia killed Iris Peterson.

No offense, sweetheart, but if
you could nail me, too, you would.

Watch yourself.

He meant that as a
compliment, Detective.

Now, if we could,
let's cut to the chase.

Well, we understand Delia sent
some thugs around to threaten you.

What can you tell us?

It was a couple of months ago.

Three goons. Thick
necks, big guns.

They took baseball bats
to my TVs, my artwork.

Called them PBS sticks.

"Pimp Be Smart".
It's a catchy acronym.

The geniuses forgot one bat.

I got here after they left.

I bagged anything they might
have touched. Probably find a print.

Hello? This is why I keep
ex-NYPD on my payroll.

New York's finest.

Why didn't you call the police?

We didn't want to bother
NYPD with such trivial matters.

But now, we're talking murder.

I read Iris had two
daughters. Heartbreaking.

Well, we'll need the bat. And we'll
also need you to testify at the Grand Jury.

Testifying against Delia Wilson

will put my client
at considerable risk.

The bigger the risk,
the bigger the reward.

Bart Ganzel thinks he's
going to get full immunity?

Wants us to throw out
three years of wiretaps?

Screw him. Hold on.

He needs something to
restore his faith in Cassidy.

Counselor.

What do you suggest, Detectives?

Okay, so, the first murder...

Right? Maggie Murphy
at the bachelor party.

Now, we know that was Delia
and Anya setting Ganzel up.

So, give him a pass on that, before Delia
catches wind that Ganzel's cooperating.

Okay. I get it, Detectives.

Let's just hope Ganzel
has something real.

FIN: We matched
three sets of prints.

Two of Delia's thugs skipped an hour
before the D.A.'s investigators got there.

But the third one
had packed his bags,

told his wife he was
flying down to Mexico City.

But instead, he spent the night

with his little side piece at
some hot-sheet airport motel,

where he was
arrested this morning.

And this lover's talking?

Not yet.

Well, there's one
way to up the pressure.

BENSON: Ganzel's
good ID-ing this guy?

Yeah. The Emperor
just needs a minute.

He's been a little itchy lately.

He found bugs, Cassidy.

You need to end this.

Liv, I've put in three years.

I'm not pulling out now.

You want to help me?

You tell your idiot partner
to keep it in his pants.

I already did. Look, he's
under a lot of pressure.

And I'm not? Come on, Liv.

Ganzel goes on a
paranoid coke binge

and Butch Boy pulls a
gun on me with my mom?

It's taken care of.

Something going
on between you two?

Don't be an ass.

You two need a room?

No, we're all good.
Let's roll, boss.

Cassidy, you drive
with Ganzel. I'll follow.

You don't trust me to show up?

NYPD, they get a little anxious.

Hey. Hey, moron.
Get away from the car.

Hey, Police! Stop! Police!

Do you hear me? I said back up.

Or what? BENSON: Stop!

You don't want to do that, pal.

You back off or I'll shoot him.

Not necessary.

(GROANING)

Drop the gun. (SIREN WAILING)

You drop your gun.

Back against the floor.

Put the gun down.
You put yours down!

Police, don't move!

Police, don't shoot!
I'm on the job!

I'm on the job! Don't move!

Both of you, drop it!

CASSIDY: No, I'm on
the job. I said freeze!

I'm a cop! I'm on the job!

Police! Police! On the job!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Liv, get back! Liv, get back!

(GUN FIRING) No! No!

Cassidy. Cassidy.

Ten-thirteen. Ten-thirteen.
Officer down. Officer down.

Vandam and Varick.
A P.O. was shot.

Oh, my God.

Call a bus!

(SIRENS WAILING)

Stay with me, Cassidy,
okay? You hang in there.

We're going to be there soon, okay?
(MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(FLATLINING)

EMT: We lost him. Do something.

(CHARGING) Clear.

Liv, you okay?
Cassidy got hit twice.

What the hell happened?

He got shot by a
uni, some rookie.

Did Cassidy ID himself?

Yes, but the uni must
have panicked, or...

Or what? What? I
don't know. I don't know.

IAB wants your statement.

They should question
the shooter first.

They need to talk to you, too.

After I see how he's doing.

When Cassidy and
I worked together,

we had this, uh... moment.

I didn't handle it well.

That was a long time ago. He
probably doesn't hold that against you.

No, he probably does.

Bullet missed the artery, but it
got the spleen. He's still in surgery.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
But he's going to pull through.

Doctors are like cops. They
don't like to make promises.

HARRIS: Harris. GANZEL:
I want to see my man.

Detective Benson, how's
he doing? He'll be okay?

They're doing the best they can.

I'll make some calls. I know people,
cardiologists, get a second opinion.

Whatever he needs. A private room,
the best. I want to take care of him.

That's very generous of you.

I'm out of my mind here.
Those... Those punks.

Cassidy took a bullet for me.

The guy's ex-NYPD, gets shot by
his own team. What's that about?

I don't know. But I can promise
you we're going to find out.

That's good. He's got
all of you on his side still.

That's loyalty.

Benson.

IAB wants to see you. Now.

They said it's good
if I come along.

I, uh... I don't need
anybody to hold my hand.

Not your call.

That's the shooter. Who is she?

Alana Gonzalez. Two
years with the Eleventh.

Clean sheet. First
time firing her weapon.

Yeah, and her last.
It was a bad shooting.

My job, not yours.

Tell him what you saw.

Two male blacks.
One younger, one older.

Bald. The young one
bolts, I give chase.

The older one pulls
his weapon on Ganzel.

Cassidy draws his gun.

Did you see the officers arrive?

I caught a glimpse. And
the radio car, I must say,

arrived exceptionally fast.

So, Cassidy's gun was drawn.

Did they tell him to freeze?

He shouted, "I'm on the job."

I came running back, arms up,
screaming, "Don't shoot. Don't shoot."

And Gonzales shot Cassidy
twice at point blank range.

Did you see him freeze?

I can't swear to
that. But I know that.

Gonzalez and her partner both
claimed they were in imminent danger.

Well, they're lying.

I mean, those guys just happen

to be breaking into Ganzel's
car right when we come down?

The cops arrive that
fast? Are you kidding me?

Benson, just let IAB
do their investigation.

Did you interview
the car thieves?

No. The kid you
caught lawyered up.

Oh. Well, I wonder who's paying.

Did you check the
officers' financials? Huh?

Can we have the room?

You're going to
let IAB handle this?

That's the protocol.
We'll piece it together.

If this was a setup. If?

Both officers used the
phrase "imminent danger".

They're being coached.

Okay.

So, you say that these rookie
cops were paid to kill one of our own.

I'm saying that
Ganzel made Cassidy.

He set him up.

Timeline makes sense.

That kid you caught. Young?

Barely shaving.

Maybe IAB isn't the way to go.

(DOOR OPENS)

They said I had a visitor.

I know you?

That guy that got shot?

He's a friend of the family.

Yo. I didn't have
nothing to do with that.

I know you were just trying to
steal some wheels, Hasdrubal.

But you know how NYPD and DOC
get when one of our own gets shot.

Yeah. I'm starting
to find that out.

Yo, I swear. I didn't
know he was a cop.

Just do yourself a favor.

Tell me what you did know.

That punk, Hasdrubal, told
me he'd just started working

for that car theft ring.

That morning, he got a
tip to stand by for a Rolls.

Hey.

Look, you either
trust me or you don't.

Sit down, Nick. Come on. Yeah.

How's Cassidy?

He's sedated, but he's
out of critical condition.

That could have
been you that got shot.

We've all got to watch
each other's backs.

So, the shooting,
it was a setup.

Hasdrubal got a go-call two minutes
before Cassidy stepped outside

from this number.
A no-name cell.

I'm betting that Officer Gonzalez got
the same go-call right after that one.

So, the night
Carissa was killed,

she called Nick, um, she
called the Squadroom,

and she called Cassidy once.

But there was a number
that we couldn't trace.

Bingo. The number
matches the go-call.

Well, Cassidy told me Carissa called
Ganzel that night on his private cell.

You want to bet that's it?

Ganzel set up
his own carjacking.

He made both of those calls when
Cassidy and I were waiting for him.

So, these rookies, they
give anything to IAB?

What do you think?

Friendly fire,
that's bad enough.

But a prearranged hit on a U.C.?

We're on our own.

That's got to be her.

Officer Gonzalez?

Can we talk to you for a minute?

I'm with my sister.

Well, we can do this
here or we can take a walk.

Are you with IAB? I
already spoke with...

No, we've got some bad news.

The cop you shot. He died.

I told IAB I didn't
know he was a cop.

Then, you're the
only one who didn't.

This was a hit. One of the
car thieves told us everything.

Those two pieces of crap.

Of course they're
going to say cops did it.

You're facing a murder
charge on a fellow officer.

I should call my PBA delegate.

Yeah, do that. They
really like cop killers.

Because you crossed
a line here, Officer.

I don't know if you understand
exactly where you are right now.

You pulled the trigger.

Look, Alana, we know
this wasn't your idea.

You really want to
take all the weight?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Your life would be over.

Well... (SPEAKING SPANISH)

Wait.

So, after roll call, Gonzalez's
Sergeant, Ted Koundak, pulls her aside.

He says, "We have
a tip on a car ring."

He shows her Cassidy's photo.

He says that he's
armed and dangerous.

And that if she takes him
out, she'll get her shield.

And Gonzalez believed him?

Well, we left out two things.

Koundak is her rabbi.
And she's sleeping with him.

That I believe.

So, this Sergeant Koundak.

His name ever come up on the
wiretaps? (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

I'd have to check.
It was three years.

Cassidy's out of the woods.
Go see if he can make him.

Ted Koundak? That schmuck.

He used to hang
around a little bit.

You know, he had a
thing for Spanish girls.

Are you going to tell me that he
paid that chick to put two bullets in me?

Ganzel called in a favor.

Ganzel? Yeah.

But Ganzel paid for these
flowers. He paid for this room.

Cassidy...

Ganzel made you. (GROANS)

You okay?

Yeah, but, I mean, can you
blame the guy? I mean, really.

Those bugs? Stupid bugs.

You should have told Foster.

No way. (SIGHS)

She would have
just pulled me in.

And then, what? I go back to
investigating dry cleaner break-ins?

I'm like you, Liv.

You know, this job
is the only thing I got.

I'm not who I used to be.

Sure, you are.

No. I'm not.

That was nice.

Something about a
man in a hospital bed.

Okay. Florence Nightingale.

You think Cassidy's undercover?

You fire him, you
don't shoot him.

What, you thought
Koundak would stay loyal?

Yeah, frigging Armenian.
Give me a hand with this.

Where are you going?
Israel. My homeland.

Mazel tov. You can't
leave the country.

Get me on a private jet,
a boat, a frigging bicycle.

Calm down. My advice?
Turn yourself in quietly.

You know what, Barry?
That advice sucks.

Something else. I go
down, you go down with me.

JOY: Bart. What?

FIN: Police.

Joy, you let them in?

Bart Ganzel,
you're under arrest.

Promoting prostitution,
bribery, and...

Look, we can work this out.

You've got to be kidding me.

Hey. That's my partner.

Now, Bart, you're under arrest.

FOSTER: Today marks the
culmination of a three-year investigation

into Bart Ganzel's illegal
business enterprises.

We intend to bring
multiple charges,

including the attempted murder
of an undercover police officer.

Which my client will be pleading
not guilty to on all counts, Your Honor.

I wouldn't expect
anything less, Mr. Querns.

Thank you, Your Honor.

People on bail?

We request remand. Mr. Ganzel was
apprehended while attempting to flee.

He was arrested
when in residence.

He is perfectly willing
to surrender his passport.

We also have evidence that
Mr. Querns is part of the conspiracy.

We will be moving to have
him removed as counsel.

JUDGE McNAMARA:
One step at a time.

Pending Mr. Ganzel agreeing to
house arrest and electronic monitoring.

Your Honor, his house
is a house of prostitution.

Bail is set at 200,000.

Get your hands off
of me. I made bail.

They have to process you, Bart.

It's all routine.

Easy. Easy. I have
bursitis in that shoulder.

Your client's a piece of work.

If that threat to have me
removed as Mr. Ganzel's counsel

was an opening salvo,

I'll bury Public Integrity
in so many motions

it will make Vesuvius look
like an early autumn flurry.

Welcome to Pompeii.

An employment contract
for Maggie Murphy?

I never hired that poor
girl. I never even met her.

Yeah, but you did
execute contracts

for all the other girls Ganzel
supplied to the, uh, bacchanal.

Entertainers. All legal.
No one underage.

The D.A.'s having trouble
taking your word for it.

This is just a pretext to search my
records, my files, my clients' files.

We're looking for one document.

It could be anywhere.
Email, hard drive.

She wants to go through it all.

You mean she wants to put
me out of work until I cooperate.

Stop this inquisition.

I'll speak with your D.A.

Mr. Querns, we have three
years of you on wiretaps.

Helping Mr. Ganzel run
his business, hide his cash,

edit his ads to maintain the
illusion he ran an escort service.

Let me be clear.

You are a target of this
investigation, as well.

You can see where this goes.

Yet, here I am. Three
years’ worth of tapes.

What more could
you possibly want?

We have you and
Ganzel on racketeering.

We don't have anything on
the former Governor's murder.

I know nothing about that.

Yeah, but Ganzel
does. And he trusts you.

I'm sure you're not telling
me to betray a client's trust.

Of course not.

BENSON: But he is a liability.

You won't just lose your
license. You'll go to prison.

I believe in loyalty.

Yeah, well, your
client? Not so much.

You know, this respect
that you're paying him.

You should hear the things that
he says when your back is turned.

This is a courtesy.
And it's off the record.

GANZEL: Where's Barry? Get that
schwartze down here to mop up this mess.

Barry's with me 10 years. That
pooftah's never touched a girl.

Talk about an African Queen.

Here's the beauty part. My
signature's not on anything.

It's all Barry. I had
another lawyer set it up.

Let Barry think he's the HNIC.

(TURNS OFF TAPE)

Ah, the casual racism
of the sweaty underclass.

There's hours of this.

I get the gist, Detective.

Do you? We both know, as
long as you still represent Ganzel,

we can't help each other.

No offense. None taken.

GANZEL: Go. Scram.
Make yourself scarce.

Get out of here. Chop, chop.

Never find anybody
as good as Cassidy.

This frigging thing.

Bart. What?

I'm here to tell you I can
no longer represent you.

What?

You're serious?
You're not my lawyer.

That's correct.
That's just great.

Now that they're
coming after me?

Sinking ship, Barry.
What am I supposed to do?

You hire another attorney.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

In the meantime, I just need
you to tell me what I should do.

I'm not.

What, you're bitching
about giving me a freebie?

Okay.

I got a problem here.

I'd advise retain
another attorney.

They have a case for
promoting prostitution.

For arranging a hit
of a police officer.

Cassidy didn't die.

Lucky for you, or you'd be
looking at a murder charge.

I still am.

Let me ask you. Um...

is pillow talk
admissible or hearsay?

I have to spell
this out for you?

Carissa. She and Cassidy
were sleeping together.

She must have
told him everything.

I got to finish the job on him.

Hold up. By
everything, you mean...

I sent her to Cragen.
A simple frame job.

She'd drug him, get him in bed.

I'd come in, snap some photos.

Bart, what did you do?

I killed her.

What? I didn't mean to.

It was going great.
She was a champ.

She got naked, scratched
his back, posed for the photos.

Then, she starts crying.

Saying how Cassidy
told her, if I loved her,

I'd treat her with respect.
Can you believe that?

The guy's on my payroll.

Turns out he's U.C. and
he's screwing my fiancée.

Bart, you don't know
that. Oh, yeah, I do.

Because then, she tells
me she's in love with Cassidy

and she's going
to leave me for him.

I go crazy.

I go into the
kitchen, grab a knife.

I kind of had a...

What do you call
it... An O.J. moment?

QUERNS: So, that's why you
shot Cassidy. So he wouldn't testify.

GANZEL: Yeah, that.
And he pissed me off.

Querns taped the whole
thing on his cell phone.

Did Cassidy confirm it?

And admitted that he and
Carissa had been having an affair

since Christmas Eve.

Swears she never
mentioned anything

about killing the Governor
or setting up Cragen.

And he didn't tell
me about the affair.

Son of a bitch jeopardized
a three-year investigation.

Well, like you said,
everyone has secrets.

So, when do I get to tell
my captain he's off the hook?

About that. Um...

It's not as simple
as you'd think.

Thanks for everything, Liv.

Of course.

What is it?

Delia Wilson cut
a deal with the D.A.

She walks in exchange
for her cooperation.

Against Ganzel.

Against you.

Delia had three of her
girls testify at a Grand Jury.

Foster's charging you
with solicitation, assault,

forced sodomy, and
use of a deadly weapon.

After yesterday's arrest of
self-proclaimed "Emperor of Pleasure,"

Bart Ganzel for the murder
of escort Carissa Gibson,

the NYPD remains mired
in this corruption scandal,

with new charges being leveled at
beleaguered SVU Captain Donald Cragen,

including solicitation and six counts of
forced sodomy, use of a deadly weapon.

You wonder why I
believe in conspiracies?

Well, we're living in one.

How's Cragen?

His lawyer wants him to plead
no contest to the solicitation.

They'll let him resign.
They'll give him his pension.

He's not taking the deal.

He's thinking about it. Well,
we can't let that happen.

Delia's jamming him
up, we go after Delia.

Well, good luck. She's Teflon.

You got that right.

Turns out there's been three
undercover investigations into Delia.

The first one, two months in...

The U.C. resigns,
moves down to Anguilla.

The second one, the
undercover got caught

sleeping with
three of her escorts.

The last one, five years
ago, we talked to that U.C.

Eighteen months of wiretaps,
and the A.G. crap-canned the case.

Said the evidence wasn't
strong enough to win.

Three ups, you're out.

Wait, hold up. And no
one's touched Delia since?

FOSTER: Yeah, I know all
three of those investigations.

Delia got to the first
two U.C.'s, turned them.

Yeah. And the third,
18 months of wiretaps,

a squeaky-clean U.C., and
the A.G. declines to prosecute?

The A.G. didn't have the
appetite for a fight he couldn't win.

Do you have any reason to believe
that Delia got to the Attorney General?

No, I don't.

Well, we know that
she owns someone.

Let's at least look into it.

Look into what?

Olivia...

You can't win them all.

We took down a major
player in sex trafficking.

And I made sure that your
captain can retire with full benefits.

And a destroyed reputation.

He did hire those women.

He didn't have sex with them.

You're taking the word of prostitutes
over a 30-year respected cop.

With his share of demons.

I can't have an SVU
captain paying for escorts.

So, Delia gets away with murder?

Maggie Murphy? Anya
Solar? Iris Peterson?

We don't have a shred of evidence
that ties Delia to those crimes.

We can't even prove
they were crimes.

Maggie could have been
an overdose. Iris a suicide.

Anya a car accident.

So, go after them
for prostitution.

Go after her like
you did Ganzel.

That ship has sailed.

What does that mean?

I dropped those charges.

I granted her immunity on them.

Confidentially?

Delia is going to be cooperating
with our office on future cases.

She's turning
over her client list?

We're talking to her.

Okay, then.

I know I've disappointed you.

And I do feel sorry
for your captain.

For what it's
worth, Olivia, I tried.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I said no interruptions.

It's your daughter. She fell.

(SIGHS)

Covertly investigating the head of
the Public Integrity Unit's finances.

There's some irony there.

I'm half-hoping I'm wrong.

Sorry, Liv. Okay,
Foster's salary.

And then, there's the cost
of her daughter's treatment.

Okay, aside from the home care,

she gets physical therapy,
experimental treatments,

and even after the insurance,
I found a $200,000 a year gap.

Okay. So, how does
Foster make her payments?

Not by check or credit card.

I checked the financials of
the therapist, the in-home nurse.

Each makes monthly
cash deposits,

between five and ten grand.

Okay. Does Foster have
family money, loans?

Does her daughter's
father kick in?

Father left when
Sarah was diagnosed.

One more thing, Liv? Foster
has a trust set up for her daughter.

Five years ago, she transferred
it to an off-shore account.

In Anguilla.

(SIGHS)

Olivia.

Sarah's okay.

Yeah. We got lucky.
What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk
to you about Delia.

Ugh. We've been over this.

It's done. Let it go.

Yeah, but the thing is, I can't.

The care for Sarah, that, uh...

That can't be cheap.

Insurance covers
most of it. No, it doesn't.

Not by a long shot.

How is that your business?

The three-year investigation
into Ganzel, framing my captain.

It's all about protecting Delia.

Where is this coming
from? Anguilla.

Where Exley hid the trust
fund for your daughter.

The cash payments
for her physical therapy.

You looked into my
finances. Sure did.

Here we are, Paula.

You're finished.

How long?

Eight years.

Sarah was one.

She needed surgery.
My husband was gone.

Exley approached me,
and he offered to help.

He was on the
board of a charity.

He gave me a check.

And then, he gave
me another one.

He didn't tell me until later that
they could be traced to Delia.

And in the beginning, he
didn't even ask any favors.

I... I was being paid
to look the other way

on things I wasn't
looking at, anyway.

And then, it changed.

Slowly.

Run a background
check or DMV information.

Put in a good word on a
working girl's plea bargain.

And then, once they
knew they had me,

the asks got bigger.

Delia saw Ganzel as a
threat, asked me to keep tabs.

And even then,
I... I just thought

she was a businesswoman
protecting her turf.

I didn't know what
a monster she was.

Until Maggie.
Until Anya. And Iris.

You protected a murderer.

You let her walk. You
framed my captain.

Okay. By then, she owned me.

She paid for you.
What did you expect?

You don't understand.

You don't understand
what it's like

to have a child completely
dependent on you.

Agonizing about
her every single day.

Terrified about what's going to
happen to her when you're gone.

You can't ever understand that.

You're not a mother.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

Are you? Because if you take
me down, Sarah has got no one.

Did you think about that?

Look at her.

What do you think is
going to happen to her?

Come on, Paula. We're
going to go on a walk.

Why?

Because I have to arrest you.

And I don't want your
daughter to see that.

SUE SIMMONS: After the arrest of
Upper East Side Madam, Delia Wilson,

on racketeering
and murder charges,

the city was stunned today

by the arrest of the Attorney
General of the State of New York.

Charges included promoting
prostitution, solicitation,

and accepting bribes.

Arrested with him was a
Who's Who of city politics.

Three district attorneys, the head
of the D. A.'s Public Integrity Unit,

seven members of
NYPD's Vice Squad,

two State Senators,
and two Deputy Mayors.

Delia's girls all made a full
confession, recanted their accusations.

I got a handshake
from this week's D.A.

I told you to stay
positive, huh?

When will you be back at work?

Lot of hoops. Not right away.

And then, when I
do, I beat the charges.

But, uh, the
whispers won't stop.

Well, you're going
to make it through it.

You know the drill.

Yeah. One day at a time.

Well, just hurry back, Captain.

Harris won't stop busting
my chops about how I dress.

He's right. Oh.

I heard David Haden
turned in his resignation.

He had nothing to
do with all of this.

Well, even so,
Foster reported to him.

He should have known.

Sorry.

Nick.

I know that you're still angry.

We should talk.

Okay. We'll do that.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

You're worried about
Foster's daughter.

You did what you had to do.

I know.

Go home, Detective.

I will.