Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 21, Episode 14 - I Deserve Some Loving Too - full transcript

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.

Okay, Fin,
Bowery and Delancey.

Morning, Ms. Benson.

Uh, keep me posted.

Hey, Marcos.
I didn't see you there.



Your mail must've been
in the wrong box.

Will you hang onto that
for me?

Sure thing.
Great.

Can I get a smile,
sweetheart?

Stand clear for
closing doors, please.

Stand clear for closing doors.

Next stop, Bowery‐Delancey.

What the...

You mind?

Clear the doors, please.

Oh.

Excuse me!
Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Hey, bitch!



Got you, grope‐a‐dope!

NYPD!
NYPD, move!

NYPD!
NYPD!

Stop!

He groped me, too!

NYPD!

Suspect is male, black,
30s, gray hoodie.

Suspect heading north
on Delancey‐Bowery platform.

NYPD!

Speaks Spanish...

Watch out.

Stop that guy!

Out of the way!

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Out of the way.

Move, move!

- Hey, got him!
- Hey, NYPD!

- There he goes!
- NYPD!

- Hands behind your back!
- Hey!

Wrong guy!

- Police brutality!
- Back up. Back up, please.

I didn't do anything!
I was on my way to work!

Why is NYPD harassing
a black man on his way to work?

Dude didn't do nothing.

- Who'd he rob?
- Up with the proof, yo.

- Get up.
- Everybody stand back, please.

Framed by the NYPD!
I know my rights!

You guys are being a‐holes.
Can't he go to work?

He'll lose his job!

SVU Transit Sergeant 1085
northbound platform...

Chill out, he's a groper.

Imagine if it was your mother
or your sister.

Police abuse, cut him loose!

Police abuse, cut him loose!

Take it easy.

Police abuse, cut him loose!

*LAW AND ORDER*
Special Victims Unit

*LAW AND ORDER SVU*
Season 21 Episode 14

Episode Title:
"I Deserve Some Loving To"

Framed by the NYPD!
I know my rights!

You guys are being A‐holes!

Hey yo, back up, back up,
back up!

Well, that went
as viral as the flu.

What brilliantly‐conceived
mission triggered this?

My unit, Chief.

We were helping Sergeant
Khaldun and his SVU subway unit

target serial grinders.

And was it worth it?
We caught three perps.

Transit unit made eight arrests
on the rioting.

A lot of work
for three miss D's.

Anybody with a record?
On parole?

A decorated firefighter.
Second offense.

He violated his ACD.

Caught fondling
a high school girl.

Just one?
Don't worry, counselor.

We got him
on three separate offenses.

Is that an issue?
You want more than one.

Otherwise these guys claim
it was accidental.

My hand... it must've
had a mind of its own.

Three times?
All with girls under 18?

I need my lawyer
and my union rep.

Contestant number two?

Enrique Alvarez.

You blame the weather?

First warm day in two weeks.

No overcoats?
Couldn't help myself.

Nickname's "Two Bits."

His MO is to drop a quarter,
bend for it,

rub his face against
a woman's

- privates.
- Oh, colorful.

- Any priors?
- 139.

I get the right judge,
he goes away.

This is the gentleman
who started a riot?

Duane Varick.

He's the data clerk

for U. S. Citizenship
and Immigration Services.

First offense.

No priors?
Another misdemeanor.

Maybe not.

Before we caught him, he threw
his cell phone onto the tracks.

So we're adding littering?

It's a good guess

he's got upskirt photos
and worse on his phone.

Upskirts in winter?
Slim pickings.

These guys are obsessed.

There's a short circuit
in the hardwiring.

Were we able
to get anything off the phone?

He smashed it,
tossed it on the tracks.

Landed in a puddle.

TARU's going over it,

but so far it's too damaged
to recover any data.

Okay, looks like

he's enjoying his alone time
with Rollins a little too much.

On it.

Mr. Varick here
was just telling me

he takes the Z train every day.

Fact, and today
it was really crowded,

so any touching was accidental.

Then why run?
Why smash your phone?

Because my father

had that conversation with me
when I was a boy.

Badge or no badge, I know you
understand that, my brother.

And in case you don't,

I want a lawyer.

Mm.
Race card, the lawyer card.

- Smarter than he looks.
- Yeah.

I'll start
with forcible touching,

assaulting an officer.

You know,
if you get us a warrant

for his home
and office computers,

we'll get more charges.

He's immigration?
That's Homeland Security.

Yeah,
they're their own fiefdom.

We ask for a warrant,
it'll be tit for tat.

What if we don't ask?

You said "Special Victims."
So this is sexual in nature?

Well, I can't comment
on the investigation.

What does Duane do here?
Duane works for me.

We're investigators like you.

We vet marriages,

make sure they're not
green card romances.

Please, have a seat.

Well, this is a tough job,
but between us,

he may not be right for it.

It's that bad, huh?

What do you need from me?

We need access

to his computers,
his search history,

and to make sure he didn't
upload any photo files.

For something like that

I'd have to go through legal,
HR, the union.

My DA wanted to subpoena you

and I told him that the last
thing that your bosses need

is bad publicity.

We go to court, this office
becomes a punch line.

Look, you're an investigator.

How about
you check his search history

and if you think that there's
nothing there, we walk away.

Posting upskirt photos
of women

from your desk computer
at your federal job?

That's a Class E felony.

Duane, you're in a lot
of trouble.

Did you have a warrant
for that?

We don't need one.
It's government property.

That pervert O'Toole
dime me out?

Makes sense.

Last thing he would want is you
going through his computer.

- Why is that?
- Hold on.

Duane?

My client may have something
to offer.

So our subway grinder
gave up his boss

at Citizenship and Immigration
as a rapist?

Duane says this guy O'Toole

holds up green cards
in exchange for sex.

He preys
on attractive immigrant women

and threatens deportation
if they don't comply.

It's a squeeze play.

They can't report,
they can't tell their husband.

Did Duane give you any proof?

Well, he said O'Toole
took a file off his desk,

then he came in the next day
with a big smile on his face,

saying "The best cure for
blue balls is a green card."

Eh, it's poetic
but it's not probative.

Did he give you the name
of the victim?

No, my husband isn't here.
Why?

We just need a few minutes
of your time

to talk to you alone,
Ms. Vasquez.

Mrs. Boyd.

But we haven't
done anything illegal.

No. We just wanted to talk
to you about Rory O'Toole,

the man who signed off on your
green card a couple months ago.

I told him
Joe and I are in love.

It's a real marriage.
De veras.

- You're not in any trouble.
- He is.

We just wanted
to ask you if he...

if he pressured you
in any way,

he put any conditions
on approving your application.

We know that O'Toole

interviewed you twice outside
of the office.

Three times.

But what I did... I had to.

He forced you?

We need you to testify, Lina,

so we can put him behind bars
for what he did to you.

But you don't think
that I want that, too?

But I can't.

I love Joe, and I cleaned
his hotel room in Guatemala

and he took me dancing,
he took me shopping, and... and...

caballero.

A gentleman.

Listen, I...
I can't go back to Guatemala.

And Joe can't know.

I could never hurt him
like that.

His first wife cheated on him.

Okay, we understand that,
but it's...

I can't testify, nunca.
Perdón.

This woman says
O'Toole raped her three times

in exchange for a green card?

Yes, and we don't believe
that she's the only one.

Our working theory is

he goes after attractive female
applicants with red flag cases.

Well, he looks
for discrepancies in age,

race, religion,
social status.

At first he interviews the
couple separately at his office.

Then he meets the women
in his minivan

where he tells them,
"You want the green card?

I deserve a little loving,
too."

And if they
turn O'Toole down,

they wind up in ICE detention,
pending deportation.

Plus, he can deport
their families, too.

This abuse of power
sickens me.

Do other employees
back up Duane's story?

Duane is O'Toole's number two
in charge of case assignment.

He's the only one who knows

that O'Toole
is cherry‐picking them.

You want proof, Chief?

Get us access to O'Toole's
computer and his phone records.

We're dealing with ICE, too?

Best to not ask for warrants
until we have corroboration.

Tell your subway groper
to think harder.

We need more names.

Two for lunch?

Are you Rosamie Klein?

No, but wait here.
I'll go get her.

You believing that?
Nah.

Hey, I... sorry.
Ms. Klein?

Wait, please.

Sorry, excuse me.

Ms. Klein?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, we
just want to talk to you, okay?

You're not in any trouble.
We want to help you, okay?

My green card good.
Not fake.

We know, we know.
We're here about Rory O'Toole.

No.
Mr. O'Toole, he never touch me.

Why would you say that?
We didn't ask.

I love my husband.
Please go away.

Did O'Toole ever ask
to meet you alone?

So we can protect you,

we just want
to talk about what he did.

I love my husband.
Please, go.

Leave me alone.

Four interviews,

me and my husband
sailed through.

Then O'Toole says,
"Flag on the play, darling."

He needs one more meeting
with me... after hours.

Then what happened?

He picks me up
in his minivan.

Dirtbird had a mattress
in the back.

What did he say?

He says
if he grants the green card,

me husband can make love
to me any time.

He says,
"I deserve some loving, too."

I told him I'd rather

put the tailpipe of his minivan
in me mouth.

Then what'd he do?

He puts me
in this f'in jumpsuit.

Maybe I should've
just shagged him.

Got on with my American life,
like.

You're the victim of a crime.

If you agree to testify,

we can get you a U visa
and you won't be deported.

My husband Patrick's here
on a green card, too.

O'Toole finds out
I'm testifying,

first thing he'll do is try to
deport Patrick back to Belfast.

Then he'll have screwed
us both.

We have two confirmed rapes,
one jailed for saying no.

They're not willing
to testify.

I can ask the US attorney for
a warrant on O'Toole's minivan,

but if I do that the feds
are gonna take the case.

It's so politically charged
over there right now.

I'm not confident they'll fight
for these victims.

Agreed, but for these women
to admit what happened to them

is to risk losing everything.

What if
we brought in our own victims?

I worked a joint task force
with Homeland.

I have a great contact
over there.

Let me see if I can get her

to push
a new green card application

across O'Toole's desk.

A green card honey trap?

Do you have the UCs for it?

I think that I do.

Okay, what color
is my toothbrush?

Blue, and you sleep
on the left side of the bed.

You always spoon me.
And what about my siblings?

One sister,
but you're not in touch.

She's troubled.
You can say that.

But hot.

Hey.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Are you ready?

Yeah.

Mr. and Mrs. al‐Badeen,
nice to meet you.

Hi.

Now before I talk
to you separately,

I want to get
to know you both as a couple.

That's why we're here.

So how'd you two meet?

Well, it's a funny story.

Um, we worked together
for years

and I just always thought
he was attractive, you know?

Funny, smart.

But it wasn't until

I changed jobs
that we could acknowledge

that we had feelings
for each other.

Okay, I guess.

Uh, tell me more
about how you spend your time.

We go out, to, uh, dinner.
Nightclubs.

As an observant Muslim,
though, you don't drink.

No.
No, I don't.

- Does your wife?
- Yes.

She loves her martinis.

How do you feel about that?

I feel in love with Mandy
as she is.

I don't want or expect her
to change.

That's the beauty of America.

Everyone is free
to be who they are.

If I get my green card,
inshallah,

I'll be free, too.

I love burgers,
and Fuad likes falafel.

It'd be tough to decide on a
restaurant for Valentine's Day.

Did you, uh, make plans yet?

We're gonna stay home

and just order delivery
from two different places.

- That's romantic.
- Yeah.

It's romantic.
I'm assuming you'll pay?

I am.

You usually do.

At least that's, uh,

that's what your credit card
statement tells me.

Oh, yeah.
And, well,

'cause I make more than Fuad.

I'm a bartender.

And you're older, as well.
How many years?

A few.

But love is love, right?

Okay.

I'll be honest with you,
Mrs. al‐Badeen.

Um...

your age difference, economic,
religious, these...

they're all red flags.

Oh, we're in love.
I mean, this marriage is real.

I've had a number of women
in your position believe that.

Mm‐hmm.

I'm gonna go over your file.

But I may need
to meet you one more time.

With Fuad?
No, just you.

And I'd ask you not
to tell him.

It could affect the status
of his green card application.

Oh, okay.

Uh, when do you wanna meet?

Uh, I'll call you.
On your cell?

Sure.
Great.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Right on time.

You look really pretty.
Oh, thank you.

Um, where are we going?

Oh, uh,
thought we'd just sit here.

Talk for a few minutes.

Oh.

It's a lot less pressure
than the office.

What I really want is for you
to be relaxed.

Think you can relax?

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay.

Yeah, I guess.

Um, what do you want to ask?

Just a few, uh,
more intimate questions.

How often do you
and Fuad have sex?

Well...

uh, he's a very passionate man.

Oh, a very lucky man.

Gets to make love to you
whenever he wants.

Of course, if he doesn't
get his green card

that won't be the case.

What?

No, no, he can't go home.

You know
his political situation.

I do.
So...

I have something that you need,

and you have something
that I want.

What are you asking?

I want you to make love
to me the way you do to Fuad.

I want you to do it
two or three times.

And then he can
have his green card,

and the two of you can
make love as much as you want

for the rest of your lives.

You're saying that

I have to sleep with you?

I'm saying that
I deserve some loving, too.

Okay, that's all we need.

Let's give this fool
some love.

When would we do this?
Here, now.

Got a mattress in the back.

NYPD, put your hands
on the wheel.

Miss,
you're not in any trouble.

Come with me.

I'm a federal officer.
I'm on the job.

Not anymore you're not.

Rory O'Toole,

you're under arrest
for sexual extortion.

I want to give you
an early out here.

My client is a respected
USCIS investigator.

His job is to uncover scams
for green cards,

which is what he did.

This was a fake marriage.

Nice try.

O'Toole was extorting sex
in exchange for a green card.

Please listen to the tape.

Everything I said...
it was a test.

You had a mattress
in the back seat.

Well, it has to look real.
That's part of the setup.

The setup?

We found traces of your DNA
on the mattress.

It's my mattress.

Did you find any
of your supposed victim's DNA?

I didn't think so.

He wasn't going
to sexually assault your UC;

he was trying to find out
how far she would go.

It's like with a narc cop,
right?

You buy the drugs
and then you make the bust.

Okay, so you were
gonna sleep with her?

No!

And you don't know that
because your team stepped in

before Mr. O'Toole
had the chance to bust her.

If the wife is willing

to cross the line to infidelity
for a green card,

how real can the love be?

Okay, none of this
is DHS protocol,

and I don't see any jurors
buying it for a second.

You need 12.
I only need one.

Come on.

The judge released O'Toole
on his own recognizance.

He claimed that
he knew the marriage was fake,

and he was just trying
to draw her out.

You'd have a stronger case
with someone he assaulted.

What about his victims?

Can we go back to them
now that he's been arraigned?

The two victims are terrified

that their husbands
will find out,

and a third
is sitting in ICE detention

afraid that her husband
will be deported.

Then try them all again.

Three would be great, but if I have
one, there goes his defense.

You arrested him?

That's good news.

The bad news?
He may get away with it.

Unless you...

Testify?
I'm sorry.

It's just...
it would break Eddie's heart.

We could compel you
to testify.

We don't want
to have to do that.

Rosamie.

That's Eddie.

He picks me up from work.
He's early.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Cops?
Everything all right?

We were just investigating

some robberies
in the neighborhood.

Robberies?
You didn't tell me about this.

I didn't know about them.

I wish I could be more helpful.

Anything comes to mind, call.

O'Toole's going to prison?
If you testify.

What about my husband,
Patrick?

O'Toole's under indictment
awaiting trial.

He can't have Patrick deported.

And I'll get that U visa?

Stay in the U. S.
As long as I want?

Okay, I'm in.
I'll testify.

We're gonna need
all the exact details.

Dates, places, times.

O'Toole called me
from a burner.

So that would be
on your cell phone?

Uh, they don't let me
have that here.

What about Patrick?
Does he have it?

Do you have
to go through him?

I never told him about this.

He doesn't have to know why.
Not yet.

Oh.

Can I help you?

We're looking
for Patrick Quigley.

Maggie Quigley's husband.

Aye.
Honey, is that the take‐out?

Oh, sorry.

This, um...

It isn't what it looks like.

Never is.

I know O'Toole had been
arrested, but now my husband...

he's asking me non‐stop
if I cheated on him.

Lina, you didn't
do anything wrong.

You were assaulted.

Yeah, but I swore to him
nothing happened.

If we tell him
that you weren't the only one,

that you and the other women
were forced, you had to...

But even
if he does believe me

he's always
gonna be thinking about it.

I have to get everything ready
for Sebastian and Mavis

before their mother comes home.

Would it help if...
if I talked to him with you?

No.

He's already going crazy
with jealousy.

He's checking my text message,
he's following me around...

You sound like
you're afraid of him.

Lina...

Did he do this to you?

Okay, listen to me.

There's another option, okay?

You don't have
to stay married to Joe.

You were the victim of a crime
and we can get you a U visa.

So if I leave him,
I can stay in this country?

Yes,
if you testify against O'Toole.

But my husband's a good man.

But he already
doesn't believe me.

I can't live like this anymore.

I'll testify.

Rosamie Klein
still won't testify?

She doesn't want
to hurt her husband.

And it turns out Maggie
Quigley's marriage was a fake.

Her husband's gay
and she is, too.

So they lied about
their green card,

which is itself
a federal offense.

There's already a lot
of blowback.

If this case implodes...

where's Hadid on this?

She's not shying away
from the fight.

O'Toole's attorney, Buchanan,

already approached us
with a slap‐on‐the‐wrist deal

for misdemeanor
official misconduct.

Hadid said no way.

Well, what does she want
to charge him with?

At a minimum, rape three.

Plus felony charges

of official misconduct
and receiving a bribe.

I would argue that
threatening to deport victims

to countries
where they face violence

constitutes
forcible compulsion.

That's rape one.

That makes the case
much harder.

And Hadid wants O'Toole
to go down for this.

And if he doesn't, you do?

Probably.

I mean, I can add on
misdemeanor sexual misconduct,

coercion, official misconduct.

He deserves no less
than 15 years.

Throw the whole book
at him.

I'm trying, but I don't have
textbook witnesses.

I got Duane, the subway groper.
Rollins and Hasim.

Buchanan's already salivating
about his cross.

And Lina.

She's credible,
she has no reason to lie,

and everything to lose.

Just make sure she shows up.

And all the immigrant women

Mr. O'Toole requested
that I send him

were young, attractive,
diverse, and desperate.

Desperate.
How?

They fled gangs,
war, poverty.

They were terrified
of being sent back.

So terrified
of being deported

that they gave in to
Mr. O'Toole's sexual demands?

Objection.
Calls for speculation.

Withdrawn.
Mr. Varick, is there a reason

that your boss pulled
these particular women's files?

Yes, he called it
his Baskin‐Robbins file.

One in every flavor.

Nothing further.

Mr. Varick,

you made a deal with the
prosecution to testify today?

Your Honor, the jury already heard
this on Mr. Varick's direct...

Yes, that's right.

You were charged
with forcible touching

and unlawful
sexual surveillance.

That's upskirting, isn't it?

Good thing I wore pants today.

Move along, Mr. Buchanan.

After you were arrested,

the detectives found
your upskirting files

- on your work computer?
- Yes.

Who gave them access?
My supervisor, Mr. O'Toole.

And that's when you decided
to play "Let's Make A Deal"?

Objection.
I'll rephrase.

According
to your own testimony,

you were aware of this
egregious behavior for years,

but you never reported it,

never said a word about it
to anyone?

I'm not proud of that.

You have a lot
not to be proud of, Mr. Varick.

Enough to make up charges
like this to save your own ass?

Objection.
Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Detective Rollins and I

posed as a mixed‐ethnicity,
interreligious couple.

We were hoping to draw
Mr. O'Toole's attention,

which we did.

Did he do
follow‐up interviews?

Not with me, but he asked for
a private, nighttime meeting

with Detective Rollins
in his minivan.

Thank you, Sergeant Khaldun.

So you lied
to a fellow officer

about your religion,

your marriage, your job, about
every detail of your life?

It was
an undercover operation.

In other words,
it was a fake marriage.

And my client figured it out.

I believe he thought
our marriage was real,

but the red flags it raised
gave him leverage

to sexually extort
Detective Rollins.

You mean your fake wife.

So your testimony is that
you're a good enough liar

to fool a trained investigator
with 20 years' experience?

You could put it that way.

How about a jury?
Objection.

Withdrawn.
Nothing further.

Mr. O'Toole told me

I had to meet him in private
in his minivan.

And as you heard on the tape,

he said
if I wanted the green card

then I had to have sex
with him.

And what were
his exact words?

That he deserved
some loving, too.

Thank you, detective.

But you didn't have sex
with my client, did you?

No.

He never assaulted you
in any way?

No, but his intent
was clear and graphic.

He said we needed to go
to the back of the van

where there was a mattress.

And did you go
to the back of the van?

No, my support team
pulled open the doors

before that could happen.

So isn't it possible
he was testing you

to see if you were really
a faithful wife?

Please.
That was not what was going on.

You were playing a role.

Isn't it possible that
he was playing one, too?

Please answer the question,
Detective.

Was that possible?

Yes.
Anything is possible.

Thank you, Detective.

I didn't help you in there,
Counselor.

It's okay.
We're laying groundwork.

Once Lina testifies
that he did follow through,

his whole defense falls apart.

You talked to her, right?

I did this morning.

She said that you prepped her
really well.

- She knows what to do.
- She tell her husband yet?

There she is.

Hey.

Ms. Benson,
can I talk to you?

Sure, Lina.
Is everything all right?

I can't testify.

Why not?

Lina, did your husband...

No, no, no, no.
He doesn't know anything yet.

We really need you
to testify.

- I can't, I'm sorry.
- Why?

I just found out
I'm pregnant.

I'm praying this baby
looks like Joe.

This is not about O'Toole
or any these women anymore.

My baby needs a father,
and if Joe thinks for a second

that this might be
O'Toole's baby?

He could never know.

Our scheduled witness
is not available

at this time, Your Honor.

- We move for a continuance.
- Objection.

I have a defense prepared.

I'd like to move ahead
with my case.

How long do you need,
Mr. Carisi?

A few days, Your Honor.

I'll give you
till 9:00 a. m. tomorrow.

At which time,

if there is no further
prosecution witnesses,

we'll be moving ahead
for a dismissal.

Don't get ahead of yourself,
Mr. Buchanan.

Should've taken the deal,
Detective Carisi.

Lina backed out?

She's pregnant.

I get it.
That changes everything.

Yeah, it means
O'Toole's gonna walk.

What about Rosamie Klein?

You heard her; she doesn't
want to hurt her husband.

Maybe I can talk to him.
Jew to Jew.

You're Jewish?
On my mother's side.

Part Muslim on my father's.
It's a long story.

Sounds like everybody
in New York has one of those.

You want to take a ride
to Ocean Parkway,

talk to the Kleins?

As my Baptist grandmama would
say, it's worth a Hail Mary.

- Hey.
- Hey, Rosamie.

This'll just take a minute.

♪ Not last night
but the night before ♪

♪ Three little monkeys
knocked at my door ♪

♪ One with a fiddle
and one with a drum ♪

♪ And one with a pancake
tied to her bum ♪

Please,
this isn't a good time.

- It's...
- What's going on, Rosamie?

This isn't about the robberies,
is it?

No.

Speaks Hebrew...

Let them in, Rosamie.

How many other women?

At least two others
that we know of,

but probably dozens more.

Your daughter's beautiful.

Thank God
she looks like Rosamie.

I was a wedding pianist.

Rosamie
was a catering waitress.

She liked my songs and laughed
at all of my dopey stories.

Maybe she was not acceptable
to some of my relatives

at the Neil Sedaka end
of Ocean Parkway, but...

She was the woman
of my simple dreams.

She converted,
so I married her

and we had a beautiful baby.

And so...

And so...

Tell me why you're here,
detective.

Speaks Hebrew...

Mm‐hmm.

You, uh...

you tell stories, Eddie.

Mm.

So I'm here
to tell you a story.

It's, um,

it's a sad love story about
a man who has a beautiful home,

beautiful family...

A beautiful wife,
who loved him so much

that she had to do a terrible
thing to save their love.

Tell me, Detective...

is this story also
about a man named

Rory O'Toole?

Your Honor, two more
witnesses have come forward.

The prosecution intends
to call Maggie Quigley...

And Rosamie Klein.

Your Honor,

this is the first we're hearing
of these witnesses.

I need time to prepare.

I request an adjournment
for the day.

So granted.

Where the hell'd you pull
these two out of?

The back
of your client's van.

My guess, he's not gonna want

to hear their testimony
in open court.

You see O'Toole's face?
He's gonna fold.

Make it hurt.

My client had a long,
dark night of the soul

to think about this.

Well, there's not
a whole lot to think about.

It's all over
but the hard time, O'Toole.

Back up.
Hold on a second.

No.
I'm done waiting.

Tomorrow Rosamie and Maggie
are gonna take the stand,

but before they do,

we're bump the charges
from rape three to rape one.

And when
they're done testifying,

the jury and your client
will be in tears.

Let's show
a little compassion

for a fellow officer,
Counselor.

Oh, the same compassion
that he showed his victims?

I was doing my job.

I've been serving my country

on the front lines of a foreign
invasion for 20 years.

Serving your country?
By dipping your wick?

It was a test.

It's the only way to know

if they really
love their husbands.

Okay, okay.

Now, you told me before

that if they really
loved their husbands...

they really
loved their husbands...

they wouldn't sleep with you.

That's right.

But when they refused you,
you threw 'em in jail.

And if they did sleep with you,
you gave 'em their green card.

Now, you can lie to yourself
all you want,

but you raped these women.

No, absolutely not.

I was just doing what I had
to do to protect our borders.

Rory, he understands...
He doesn't understand it.

I'm holding the line

between more mouths to feed,
more people on Medicaid,

in our public schools
and our hospitals, okay?

Taking our jobs.

These people
are bleeding the system dry

and I stop that from happening.

All right, stop.
Not one more word from you.

What you did
to these women...

how many of them have had
to live with your violation

in secret, in fear?

You took advantage of them

when they were
at their most helpless,

their most vulnerable,

and you used the power
of your government position

to force them
to demean themselves.

They came here hoping
for the American dream,

and you made their lives
a nightmare.

I'm sick of your client,
counselor.

You want to talk deal?

He needs to shut his mouth
and nod yes.

I'll be back in five minutes.

Well, it took a while

but reality finally caught up
to Rory O'Toole.

He took the deal.

Ah.
Did you make it hurt?

He's gonna be
in a world of pain

till he's eligible
for Medicare.

Good work, Carisi.

Nah, it wasn't me,
it was Rollins.

I don't know how she did it,
but getting Rosamie to testify?

That's what broke
this whole thing.

It wasn't just Rosamie.

It was about getting the
husband to understand,

and Rollins said that
that wasn't her;

it was Sergeant Khaldun.

Nah, I'm sure she's just
being generous with the credit.

I don't think so.

She said that Khaldun spoke
with Eddie in Hebrew

mensch‐to‐mensch.

- In Hebrew?
- Yeah.

And apparently
it's better than his Arabic.

- What?
- He's a pretty interesting guy.

Eh, for a cave cop.

I'm sorry, Transit Unit.

Look, I'm just saying
don't sell Rollins short.

She did good.

Can I at least say
nice job all around?

Yeah, sure.
Uh, where is Rollins anyway?

I spent two days pretending
to be married to you.

I don't know the first thing
about you.

I guess I consider myself
Middle Eastern American.

Middle Eastern American.
So not Muslim?

Mm‐mm.

After 9/11 I was really ashamed

to admit that
I was part Muslim.

- Mm.
- So,

actually I passed
for black in Brooklyn.

It was easier.

Well, my story is pretty much
the exact same.

Oh, yeah?

But your sister's really
not crazy, right?

No, that part is true.

Detectives.

Rosamie, how are you?

Better when I heard
O'Toole go to prison.

Rape three, three counts.
He'll do 15 years.

Good.

You and Eddie..
Things okay?

Yeah.

After you talked to Eddie,
before I agreed to testify,

he and I talked a long time.

He said he was so sad
what I had to go through,

and how much he loved me.

We cried together.
It's better now.

Even better than before.

I don't have to keep secrets
from him anymore,

so...

thank you.

Thank you, Rosamie.