Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 24, Episode 12 - Blood Out - 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.
- I want confirmation
that Oscar Papa
put the hit out on me.
- I don't kill people, Captain.
- No, you have
kids do it for you.
- I wanna show you something.
- 100 open rapes perpetrated
by known BX9 recruiters.
- Maria Garcia ID'd both
Bugbear and Sacrilege
as the guys who raped her.
- Can we get her to testify?
- So far, no.
- Benny Barros.
- My client has all his boss's
phone conversations on tape.
- And he's willing to testify.
- Yes.
- Oscar Papa,
you're under arrest
for rape and attempted murder.
- Everything okay?
- Just found out
my cousin's dead.
Stabbed in Green Haven,
along with his friend, Sabo.
- Oh, what happened?
- The cops put them
on the same block
in Green Haven as 19th Street.
- After that subway thing?
- Yeah.
Just trying to flip them.
- This Duarte guy,
he have any kids?
- No, but that bitch
from the news does.
- Benson?
- Yeah.
She got a son.
- All right.
We're gonna make this right.
- How?
- You know the rule...
Blood for blood.
Get some principiantes to
chop the little bastard up,
right in front of her.
- You heard enough?
- My client was in distress,
expressing frustration.
There is a difference
between intent and hyperbole.
- Well, unfortunately, this
sick bastard's hyperbole
carries a lot of weight.
- Benny Barros is an
amoral opportunist
who secretly recorded my
client in exchange for what?
- Citizenship and a
safehouse about as far away
from your client as possible.
- Benny, he's playing you.
- I think you'll find once
your anger settles, that it is
the very man that you
have in witness protection
who ordered a group
of kids to attack you
and your son with machetes.
- Captain Benson,
as I've stated,
I'm sorry you were hurt.
But it pains me more that
your son was traumatized...
- If you say one more word
about my son,
it will be your last.
- I think we're done here.
We'll be charging your
client with multiple counts
of rape in the
first, not to mention
attempted murder of a
police officer and her son.
That was a huge mistake letting
you go in there by yourself.
Counselor Swope is
gonna claim NYPD bias.
- Promise me that
he'll be convicted
because I need to
know that Noah is safe
before I bring him home.
- Oscar Papa, you are charged
with 19 counts of
rape in the first.
How do you plead?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.
- And on the two counts
of attempted murder
in the second?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.
- People on bail?
- Oscar Papa is a career
criminal who ordered
the gangland style
hit of an NYPD captain
and her 11-year-old son.
He is the acknowledged
leader of BX9,
and he's guilty of
participation in at least
100 rapes... that we know of.
We request remand.
- Your Honor, these
murder charges
are up to interpretation.
- The defense intends
to paint Oscar Papa
as some kind of local youth
advocate when, in fact,
we all know that he is the
head of a criminal organization
that could more accurately
be described as a death cult.
- He has never been
charged with a crime.
- Well, he is now.
Defendant is remanded
to Rikers pending trial.
Next case.
- Must feel good.
You wanna clean up our
trash like the Italian cops
did with the Mob?
- Let's save the fist bumps
til this prick's in prison.
- Well, DOJ's pulling
out of the Bronx.
You know what that means.
You got a whole crew
of new detectives
you gotta break in.
- Hell no. I'm
done. I told you.
That deaf girl case was my last
piece of unfinished business.
- What, you got some kind of
monogrammed hammock in Mexico
I don't know about?
Believe me, a
settlement like that
isn't as good as it sounds.
- You expect me to
believe that, right?
- Uncle Sam took half of it.
My ex-wife, Rose, took the rest.
- Poor Bruno.
- So thank you for
picking up the check.
- You're not fooling
anybody, Bruno.
- All right, tell you what.
Let's put your detective
skills to the test.
- Let's go.
- If you can tell
me what I have left
within one million,
I'll pick up the tab.
- Okay.
Judging from the way you threw
that Patek at that lab rat
like your wrist was on fire,
I'm guessing you
got at least half
of that kickin'
around somewhere.
Am I right?
Close enough.
- Just in time.
Phoebe wants me home.
So what are you gonna do
now... climb Machu Picchu?
Surf the Gold Coast?
Ah, I don't know.
Probably sleep in for once.
Find Rose on a dating
app and swipe right.
- That sounds healthy.
- Hey, yo, Orlando!
Stop! What the hell?
- What?
- Everything okay? We're cops.
- I thought I heard something.
- Like what?
- I don't know, but
I heard something.
- Yeah?
Orlando, stop the compactor!
- Okay!
- Open up the back.
- She's alive!
She's barely breathing.
Blue-gray lips...
Looks like an OD.
- The hell is that?
- Some kind of dart.
- Send me a bus, corner
of Bryant and Hunts Point.
- Hey.
Hey!
Can you tell me what happened?
- I was raped.
- We got you.
We got you, okay?
- She was pretty out of
it when we found her,
but she said she was raped.
- I found blood in
her underwear, semen.
Arms are bruised up pretty good.
- She was held down.
- At least until the
Wildnil kicked in.
- Wildnil?
- The tranquilizer
dart you found.
Tested positive for
a potent opioid.
Lucky she's a heroin addict.
- What makes you say that?
- Already has a
built up tolerance.
- She's gonna pull
through, right?
- I've never had to use
three doses of Narcan before.
- Wow.
- Excuse me.
Liv?
- Hey.
So I'm just heading up to
Carisi's to prep witnesses.
You coming?
- I wish I could, but evidently,
I'm incapable of making it south
of the Washington Bridge.
- Hold on, you're
still up in the Bronx?
- Yeah, me and Bruno
stumbled onto a case.
- Oh, your new best friend?
All right, Fin,
are you leaving me too?
- You've always been
and will always be
my sister from another mister.
But I just can't
drop this in the lap
of some green Bronx
SVU detectives.
The woman was raped
and dumped in the back
of a garbage truck.
- Well, then, you
owe me a favor.
- All right.
- Let me call you
Amanda from now on.
- Okay, and tell Carisi
don't wait up for me.
I'll be working late.
Listen, hon, why don't
you take another sip
of that cola and slow down?
- I got low blood sugar.
- You wanna tell us how
you wound up in the back
of that garbage truck?
- I pretended I was dead.
- Yeah, you pretended
you were dead for who?
That's the question.
- Some white boy.
- Can you tell us
what he looked like?
- Hell, all you white
boys look alike to me.
- Whoa, whoa, where
are you going?
- You cops.
Somebody catch me
talking to you,
my pimp is gonna kill me.
- Someone attacked you.
- The nurse found
evidence that he may have
forced himself on you.
- Ain't the first time.
- Don't you want us
to catch who did this?
- If I don't earn, I get beat.
- How much are you
making a night?
- On a good night?
Two, three.
- Here then.
That's enough for a great night.
- He crazy or something?
- Yeah, but he's a good dude.
- What do you want
in return for it?
- The truth.
Tell us everything you know
about the guy who hurt you.
- After I passed out, I woke
up in some kind of tile room.
And he was spraying
me down with a hose.
- Do you remember anything else?
- It was like a medical room.
Then he kind of
just did it to me.
Next thing I knew,
I was in a dumpster.
We done here?
- Just promise us you'll
go home and get some rest.
- If it's okay with you,
I think I'll stay here.
- We have our witnesses
prepped, the few that we have.
- We got Benny Barros.
- Benny's not the most
reliable guy I've ever met.
- Carisi's right.
- Yeah, the guy
keeps making demands.
I mean, last night, it
was a strict vegan menu.
- What happens if
he changes his mind?
- Benny's got more to lose than
anyone if he doesn't testify.
- And we got Fugazi
in our pocket.
- Where are we
with Maria Garcia?
- Still doesn't wanna testify.
- So how do we change that?
- She can be found in contempt.
- Do you really
wanna put a victim
of sexual assault in prison?
- Well, all the same,
the threat can't hurt.
- What about Sacrilege?
- What about him?
- Did you get him
to tell us anything?
- The kid won't talk.
- I mean, I couldn't help
to notice his track marks.
The kid's an addict.
It's been a while
since his last fix.
- That ought to hurt.
- Well, it was your
techniques that got
us here in the first place.
- Me? What did I do?
- Those recordings that
we received from Benny
confirm that the hit on Benson
was a direct result of you
putting Ricky and Sabo
in stabbing distance
of 19th Street because
you wanted to flip them.
- You almost got my son killed.
Thank you again for that.
- Captain, if you want,
I can talk to him.
- We're getting very
close to the trial.
I mean, is that worth a shot?
- A last-minute
change of conscience
from the only gang
recruiter left alive?
It's down to the wire,
but it can't hurt.
- Okay, Velasco.
Take Churlish with you.
- Okay.
- Hector, Detective Velasco.
- She a lawyer?
- No.
- But where's yours?
- I, uh, represent myself.
- Bold words for a guy
whose hands are shaking.
- That captain of yours left
me in here to sweat it out.
- Yeah, he ain't
no captain of ours.
Whoever uses withdrawal as a
weapon hasn't been through it.
- You have?
- What the hell are you doing?
- We're supposed to
be asking questions
and trying to flip
him, but we both know
it's not gonna work if
he's sweating like that.
- Can I talk to you outside?
- No.
- Where'd you get that?
- Wheel well of that car
your dealers were using.
- This has gone too far.
- What are you gonna
do, Captain America?
Huh?
You're gonna arrest me, hmm?
- She's pretty
uptight for a sister.
- Yeah, she grew
up in the suburbs.
You can tell.
- I went to my car after work.
Two men were in the
back seat, door open.
They pulled me inside.
They took turns raping me.
When they were done,
they took my underwear.
- For what purpose?
- To show my brother
what they could do
to the rest of the
women in our family,
our mom or our baby
sister, if he said no.
- Were these the two
men who assaulted you?
- Yes.
- For the record,
Lindsay del Toro,
AKA Bug Bear, is now deceased.
Hector Suarez, street name
Sacrilege, is in Rikers.
Now, you heard testimony
that DNA links both
of these men to Ms.
Garcia's assault.
Ms. Garcia, did you tell your
brother what had happened?
- I did.
He told me he had no choice.
That BX9 would target
other women in our family
if he refused to join.
- Which is why you withdrew
your initial complaint
to the police.
- I was afraid of
retaliation against Rodrigo.
But he was killed.
- Two months ago.
- By rivals of BX9,
so he doesn't need me
to protect him anymore.
- Thank you.
- I am...
I am very sorry for what
happened to you, Ms. Garcia.
But haven't the men
responsible for your ordeal
been brought to justice?
One is already dead,
and the other is in jail
awaiting his own trial.
- Yes, but they were acting
on Oscar Papa's orders.
- Well, do you have any
direct knowledge of that?
Other than what the police
and the DA have told you?
- No, but...
- Did your brother
implicate my client?
- No...
- You know Oscar
Papa, don't you,
from around the neighborhood?
- Everyone does.
He's a customer sometimes
at my family's restaurant.
- You invited two NYPD captains
to that same restaurant
under false pretenses?
- I had to do that.
I was afraid that...
- Of my clients or the police?
- Both.
- But you did lie to the police.
Well, did that motivate
your decision to testify?
- Objection.
- Withdrawn.
Nothing further.
- Captain Duarte, can
you explain what this is
to the jury, please?
- A recruitment tool for BX9...
Undergarments of rape
victims, mothers and sisters,
hung from a tree to
intimidate vulnerable teens
into signing up
as principiantes.
- Principiantes?
- That's what they call
new recruits at BX9.
- And how many
women were you able
to associate with rape cases?
- Through DNA and
victim IDs, about 90.
- And what did your
investigations conclude?
- Two mid-level recruiters,
Sacrilege and Bug Bear
of the Tremont clique,
were responsible
for most of the rapes.
- Now, do mid-level recruiters
for BX9 usually
act independently?
- In my experience, no.
BX9 is a hierarchical
organization.
There are multiple levels
of the command chain.
- And how do gang members
usually move up the ranks?
- Through committing
acts of violence,
including rape and murder at
the behest of their superiors.
- Does anything happen without
the knowledge of the head
of the organization?
- No, it does not.
Orders of violence only spill
down from the leadership
to the soldiers and
the principiantes.
- And in your ongoing
investigations
into the BX9 leadership,
who did you focus on?
- That man right
there, Oscar Papa.
- Thank you, Captain.
- Captain Duarte,
you investigated
BX9 for five years.
Is that fair to say?
- Yes, that sounds about right.
- Well, isn't it
also fair to say
that you have a personal
vendetta against BX9?
- A vendetta, no. I'm
just doing my job.
- But you... you did
own a vintage Mustang?
- Yes.
- What happened to it?
- Two BX9 gang members followed
me home and set it on fire.
- And that made you
pretty angry, didn't it?
- What do you think?
- Well, angry enough to push
one of the boys off a roof?
- Objection. As
Counselor Swope knows,
Sleep's death was
ruled an accident.
- Sustained.
- But one of your colleagues,
Captain Olivia Benson,
accused you of pushing
the boy, didn't she?
- It was a misunderstanding.
- Well, is it true that
you've had a few of those
involving BX9 members?
Do you recognize these two boys?
- Sabo and Pretty Ricky,
two former principiantes
of the Tremont clique.
- They're deceased
now, aren't they?
Stabbed in prison by
rivals you requested
they be put in close proximity
to in an effort to flip them.
Now, was Captain Benson
aware that this decision
made her and her son a target?
- She is now.
- A lie of omission,
just another one
of your misunderstandings?
- Objection, immaterial.
- Move it along.
- You're Mexican, right?
- What the hell does that
have to do with anything?
- Well, in your
experience, have you found
that Mexicans are prejudiced
against Salvadorans?
- Humans are territorial,
just like every other animal
on this planet.
- Are you territorial?
- Well, I'm human, aren't I?
But I'm not prejudiced
against Salvadorans, only BX9.
They ruined the
neighborhood I grew up in.
Before they came along,
people could walk
their dogs at night.
Kids didn't have to worry
about their mothers' dignity,
being hung from a
tree as some sort
of a sick advertisement for
a life they didn't even want.
- Well, it sounds to me
that you do have a vendetta
against my client, Captain.
- Objection.
- Withdrawn.
- Yeah, pulled two Jane Does
out of here in the
past few years.
- You run their DNA?
- Yeah, nothing in the system.
Showed their photos around
Hunts Point, but nah,
no one wanted to talk.
- So where are their bodies?
- Buried on Hart Island.
- What'd the M.E. say?
- Both OD'd, massive
dose of opioids.
- Any sign of sexual assault?
- We're Homicide.
It's not like we ran a rape kit.
If M.E. found something,
that was Bronx SVU.
That was their job.
You know better than anyone
what really happened there.
- All too well.
- Yeah, thank you, man.
- See you fellas.
- I think we're
looking at a serial.
- It'd be tough to prove,
unless we find that
source of Wildnil.
- We may get lucky with the
online complaint system.
Cross-reference doctors,
dentists, pharmacists.
- And veterinarians, right?
I don't know of too many
other kinds of doctors
who shoot their patients
with a dart to put them out.
- So much for your
retirement, huh, Bruno?
- Yep.
- I know I'm not supposed
to have Misty here.
But she's gentle, quiet.
- We're not here to confiscate
your dog, Ms. Morgan.
- Two years ago, you
filed a complaint
against your veterinarian?
- Dr. Tim. That pervert.
- Can you tell us why
you filed that complaint?
- I didn't have money
to pay Misty's bill.
Dr. Tim said we could
work something out.
- And what did he mean by that?
- He tried to get
me to touch it.
- Touch what?
- What do you think?
His member, his tool, his wang!
- Okay, we get it.
- Okay, so what happened?
- I'm old, but I'm no idiot.
I touched it.
But I didn't like it.
- You licking your wounds?
- Yeah.
Why? Should I stop so you
can pour some salt in them?
- Hey, you did your best.
- Which, let's face it,
might not have been good enough.
If Oscar Papa gets off...
- Don't even say that.
This is not over. We
have a solid case.
Captain Benson.
- Velasco, what
the hell happened?
- UNI says Benny's mom
sent him a plate of food.
He took a few bites,
and he started bleeding.
- Rat poison.
- For a rat.
- Oh, my God.
Is it possible that
they got to his mother?
- Either that or the
kid who delivered it.
What are the chances
Benny makes it?
- Well, if it doesn't,
Oscar Papa walks free.
- Benny Barros is dead, huh?
- Died in the ambulance.
- Yeah, which puts our
case on life support
because Benny's tapes
are no longer admissible.
- We know BX9 is behind this,
which means Oscar
Papa gave the order.
- No kidding. So what
are you doing about it?
- My detectives are all over it,
working BX9's
girlfriends' contacts.
- What about Sacrilege?
You get anything?
- I got the kid on the hook.
- That's one word for it.
- What does that mean?
- Nothing.
- All right, I'll
talk to the DA.
I'll see if I can't
sweeten his plea deal.
- For 100 rapes? You
gonna tell Benson?
- Hey, we're past that.
Don't you get it?
We need to start playing
dirty, just like Oscar Papa.
- Copy that.
He's been running a fever.
- I'm gonna send
the nurse back over,
but if he gets any worse,
you have to take
him to the hospital.
- No.
No, I'm fine.
- Albert, how are you
doing, truthfully?
Huh?
- Why are there
more cops around?
- Benny Barros was
killed last night.
- I thought he was in
witness protection.
- He was.
- Just like us.
- I just want my son to be safe.
- Believe me, so do I.
- I don't know why
I ever trusted you.
I'll never be able to
walk down the street
without looking over
my shoulder again.
You should have just ended
my life while you could.
- Don't say that, Albert.
- My son is not testifying.
- Mrs. Diaz, let's
think about this.
- No!
Get out. Get out of our lives.
- Captain Benson, you are
a sorbet for the eyes.
- Hey, you wanted to talk, talk.
- Well, we both know that
your lead witness is dead.
- Yeah, a pupusa
full of rat poison.
You know, BX9 should
publish a cookbook.
- We'll be filing
a motion to dismiss
unless the DA has an offer.
- Well, your client
pleads guilty
to 19 charges of rape, 2
counts of attempted murder.
- We'll think about it.
- You do that, but
Benny may be dead,
but those recordings he gave us
have your client
running his mouth
about half the
gangs in the city.
Now, I might not be able
to use that in court...
- But they would
make a great mixtape
for all the bangers in here.
- Are you threatening me?
- That's not a threat.
It's a verdict.
No one gets away with
trying to kill my son,
not without some
form of justice.
And right now...
Yours is starting to
sound pretty good.
You know the rule...
Blood for blood.
- Now, take your
time, Ms. Sipes.
- That's him.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
I remember the eyes.
Who the hell is he?
- Dr. Tim Birch,
a veterinarian.
We think he's good
for the murders
of a few other
prostitutes in the area.
- Why would he do that?
He could have just paid
like the rest of the johns
up at Hunts Point.
Vets are supposed to
take care of animals.
- Yeah.
Well, he is one.
- The judge won't grant
a motion to dismiss,
but if Fugazi doesn't testify,
then I have no way to
prove that Oscar Papa
ordered that hit
on you and Noah.
- The UNIs assigned to
Fugazi and his mother...
They just rushed
him to the hospital.
- Not another poisoned
pupusa, is it?
- Nope. This time,
it's my fault.
- They said I'm
gonna lose my leg.
- We're getting you
the best doctors, okay?
- I'm afraid.
- I know, honey.
I know.
- Where's my mom?
- She's just upstairs.
She's filling out
some paperwork.
- I'm sorry. We have
to take him in now.
- She's gonna be with
you the whole time, okay?
- I'm running out of witnesses.
Upside is, I might
be home early.
I love you too.
Hey.
You look like you could
use a cup of coffee.
Come in, come in.
- Been at the hospital
all night with the Diazes.
- The doctors manage
to save Fugazi's leg?
- Oh, man, this kid is gonna be
out of commission for months.
- Wouldn't be the first time
I had somebody testify
from a hospital bed.
- Be that as it may, the
mother is not budging.
- I'm not a miracle worker.
I mean, I got a 48-hour
continuance after Benny,
but I gotta put somebody
on that stand tomorrow.
- Thank you.
How's Noah doing?
He's fine. He's
good. He's safe.
You know, Woodstock
PD's got unmarked cars
on the McCanns' block, but...
I see what you did
there, Counselor.
- Me? What'd I do?
- Brought up Noah to
remind me which kid
I should really
be thinking about.
I plead the fifth.
- Thanks for not telling Benson.
- About what?
- Those drugs that
we confiscated
from these bangers.
You know it was
all theater, right?
The guy was a junkie.
He was sweating.
I just dangled some of his
product in front of him.
- You didn't give him any?
Because that would be illegal.
- Oh, of course not.
- You know I'm just
a white shield,
but I have a whole
future to worry about.
- I get it. You got
your sights set on 1PP.
- Don't laugh.
- Look, if you wanna keep
your nose clean so you can be
the next Black female
commissioner or whatever,
that's on you.
But my job right now
is to flip a bishop
to take down the king.
Okay, and you heard Carisi.
We gotta play dirty.
- If push comes to shove,
I'm never gonna lie for you.
- No one's asking you to.
What's up, homey?
- What, no care package?
- We're cops, not dealers.
- Yo, nobody's
talking to you, bicha.
I'm only interested
in my friend here.
- What did he say?
- It's a waste of time.
He's being vulgar.
- About me?
- So what do you
say, bicha? Huh?
How about I, uh, show you
the rest of my tattoos?
- You know what, Churlish? Why
don't you give us a minute?
- Knock yourself out.
- Never good to drink alone.
- Well, it beats sleeping
in my house that way.
- Is that an invitation?
You wish.
I was talking about my kid.
- What she's having.
- Oh, that's defeat
on the rocks.
- Actually, I'll have a bourbon.
- So Carisi is going
to subpoena Fugazi.
- What, you didn't
crack him in the head
with that bleeding
heart of yours?
- It's all out of blood.
- Oscar Papa will
do that to you.
Guy's like a bed bug.
- You know, I finally understand
why you are the way you are.
- He's ruined hundreds of lives.
- Not to mention taking
me away from my son.
He's never looked so happy.
- They look really...
Normal.
- Yeah, they do.
So I hate to say it,
but you were right.
We should have gone
after Oscar Papa
right after the subway case.
- Does that mean you're sorry
for reducing my five-year
whale hunt for one of
the biggest scourges
this city's ever seen
into a simple rape case?
- Don't push it.
- No.
If that's as close
as I'll get tonight,
I'll sleep a happy man.
- Thank you. You
didn't have to do that.
- What, picking up the check?
What can I say?
Ever since you got jumped,
I've been racking the overtime.
Are you sure that we
can't drop you somewhere?
- No, thank you. I
think I'm gonna walk.
- Okay. Good night, Mike.
- Good night, Captain.
- Help you?
- Can I get a pack
of Reds, please?
- Get on the ground.
Call 911.
Tell them it's a police
officer involved.
Do it.
Ahh!
- You okay, Liv?
- How is he?
- Still in surgery.
- The doctors say he
lost a lot of blood.
- Oh, my God.
- Every unit in the city
is on the scene canvassing,
pulling traffic cams.
- Bodega cameras caught
the whole attack.
We're running
facial recognition.
We're gonna get these guys.
- That's my boy Manny
from Bronx Gangs.
- Velasco's on the scene.
Muncy came in on her day off.
- I can't believe this,
but I was just with him.
- It's not over, Liv.
We did catch a serial.
Picked him up off vic ID.
DNA linked him to the rape kit.
And I'm really impressed
with Moneybags.
This guy is driven.
He's on a mission.
And I was thinking, now
that Rollins is gone,
we could use another body.
- No, I just...
I was too hard on Duarte.
He's a good cop, Fin.
- We all know that.
- Bobby Santos, Jose
Cruz, Carlos Lopez...
You recognize them?
- You should.
They're three of the
five principiantes
that you ordered to
kill Captain Duarte,
and they're willing to testify.
- Testify to what?
- Well, unlike
Fugazi, they say that
they got their orders to kill
Duarte from a prison call.
- Which are all recorded.
- You had to know that.
- I'm not denying
anything, Captain.
You got me dead to rights.
- I need to confer
with my client.
- No, you don't.
Sit down.
- We're listening.
- I just wanted to say
I know how much you
respected Captain Duarte.
- And that's why you killed him?
- You know the rule.
- Blood for blood.
- He wanted to take away
everything I've built.
I couldn't allow that to happen.
- You knew that you could run
your organization from here.
- Most of my crew is in here.
And like I said, you
can't kill an idea.
- So you knew exactly
what you were doing
when you made that call.
The question is, why?
- The truth?
I got a soft spot
for you, Captain.
I see the way you look at me.
Most women say they
would kill for their kid,
but not a lot of them
would go toe to toe
with a guy like me for them.
You are a better mother
than I've ever had.
- We can talk about
your childhood later.
What I need to know is,
is your client going
to plead guilty to murder?
- But not the rapes.
- Hang on.
I need you to assure me
that my son is safe.
- He won't be harmed.
I got what I wanted.
So we're even now.
- 25 years for the
attempted murder on you.
25 to life for Duarte.
He'll be eligible for
parole around 2096.
- And the five principiantes?
- We're gonna go after them all.
Noah headed home?
- He is.
Stabler's driving him down.
And I'm going to
meet them at home.
I didn't wanna drive after
the day that we've had.
There's nobody that I trust
more to bring my son home
in one piece than Stabler.
- I'll give Amanda your love.
- Please do.
Officer Churlish, you're
a long way from the Bronx.
- I have something I
wanted to give you.
- Okay.
- I left my phone on
when Detective Velasco
was talking to that recruiter.
- Aside from it being a felony,
why would you do that?
- You'll see when
you listen to it.
- He's out like a light.
- He's had a hard week.
- Yeah.
- So did you.
- Thank you, Elliot.
Thank you for picking him up.
- You're family.
- What are you looking for?
- Sugar?
- It's here.
I have some here somewhere.
- Why didn't you call me?
- Because I knew that you
would try to protect me.
- And there's something
wrong with that?
I care for you.
Liv, look at me.
- Here it is.
- Liv.
- Elliot.
Elliot, I want to.
I want to, but I can't.
- Why not?
- Because what if
it doesn't work out?
- And what if things work out?
- Elliot, I'm not
ready for this.
I'm not ready for this.
I'm not ready for this.
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.
- I want confirmation
that Oscar Papa
put the hit out on me.
- I don't kill people, Captain.
- No, you have
kids do it for you.
- I wanna show you something.
- 100 open rapes perpetrated
by known BX9 recruiters.
- Maria Garcia ID'd both
Bugbear and Sacrilege
as the guys who raped her.
- Can we get her to testify?
- So far, no.
- Benny Barros.
- My client has all his boss's
phone conversations on tape.
- And he's willing to testify.
- Yes.
- Oscar Papa,
you're under arrest
for rape and attempted murder.
- Everything okay?
- Just found out
my cousin's dead.
Stabbed in Green Haven,
along with his friend, Sabo.
- Oh, what happened?
- The cops put them
on the same block
in Green Haven as 19th Street.
- After that subway thing?
- Yeah.
Just trying to flip them.
- This Duarte guy,
he have any kids?
- No, but that bitch
from the news does.
- Benson?
- Yeah.
She got a son.
- All right.
We're gonna make this right.
- How?
- You know the rule...
Blood for blood.
Get some principiantes to
chop the little bastard up,
right in front of her.
- You heard enough?
- My client was in distress,
expressing frustration.
There is a difference
between intent and hyperbole.
- Well, unfortunately, this
sick bastard's hyperbole
carries a lot of weight.
- Benny Barros is an
amoral opportunist
who secretly recorded my
client in exchange for what?
- Citizenship and a
safehouse about as far away
from your client as possible.
- Benny, he's playing you.
- I think you'll find once
your anger settles, that it is
the very man that you
have in witness protection
who ordered a group
of kids to attack you
and your son with machetes.
- Captain Benson,
as I've stated,
I'm sorry you were hurt.
But it pains me more that
your son was traumatized...
- If you say one more word
about my son,
it will be your last.
- I think we're done here.
We'll be charging your
client with multiple counts
of rape in the
first, not to mention
attempted murder of a
police officer and her son.
That was a huge mistake letting
you go in there by yourself.
Counselor Swope is
gonna claim NYPD bias.
- Promise me that
he'll be convicted
because I need to
know that Noah is safe
before I bring him home.
- Oscar Papa, you are charged
with 19 counts of
rape in the first.
How do you plead?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.
- And on the two counts
of attempted murder
in the second?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.
- People on bail?
- Oscar Papa is a career
criminal who ordered
the gangland style
hit of an NYPD captain
and her 11-year-old son.
He is the acknowledged
leader of BX9,
and he's guilty of
participation in at least
100 rapes... that we know of.
We request remand.
- Your Honor, these
murder charges
are up to interpretation.
- The defense intends
to paint Oscar Papa
as some kind of local youth
advocate when, in fact,
we all know that he is the
head of a criminal organization
that could more accurately
be described as a death cult.
- He has never been
charged with a crime.
- Well, he is now.
Defendant is remanded
to Rikers pending trial.
Next case.
- Must feel good.
You wanna clean up our
trash like the Italian cops
did with the Mob?
- Let's save the fist bumps
til this prick's in prison.
- Well, DOJ's pulling
out of the Bronx.
You know what that means.
You got a whole crew
of new detectives
you gotta break in.
- Hell no. I'm
done. I told you.
That deaf girl case was my last
piece of unfinished business.
- What, you got some kind of
monogrammed hammock in Mexico
I don't know about?
Believe me, a
settlement like that
isn't as good as it sounds.
- You expect me to
believe that, right?
- Uncle Sam took half of it.
My ex-wife, Rose, took the rest.
- Poor Bruno.
- So thank you for
picking up the check.
- You're not fooling
anybody, Bruno.
- All right, tell you what.
Let's put your detective
skills to the test.
- Let's go.
- If you can tell
me what I have left
within one million,
I'll pick up the tab.
- Okay.
Judging from the way you threw
that Patek at that lab rat
like your wrist was on fire,
I'm guessing you
got at least half
of that kickin'
around somewhere.
Am I right?
Close enough.
- Just in time.
Phoebe wants me home.
So what are you gonna do
now... climb Machu Picchu?
Surf the Gold Coast?
Ah, I don't know.
Probably sleep in for once.
Find Rose on a dating
app and swipe right.
- That sounds healthy.
- Hey, yo, Orlando!
Stop! What the hell?
- What?
- Everything okay? We're cops.
- I thought I heard something.
- Like what?
- I don't know, but
I heard something.
- Yeah?
Orlando, stop the compactor!
- Okay!
- Open up the back.
- She's alive!
She's barely breathing.
Blue-gray lips...
Looks like an OD.
- The hell is that?
- Some kind of dart.
- Send me a bus, corner
of Bryant and Hunts Point.
- Hey.
Hey!
Can you tell me what happened?
- I was raped.
- We got you.
We got you, okay?
- She was pretty out of
it when we found her,
but she said she was raped.
- I found blood in
her underwear, semen.
Arms are bruised up pretty good.
- She was held down.
- At least until the
Wildnil kicked in.
- Wildnil?
- The tranquilizer
dart you found.
Tested positive for
a potent opioid.
Lucky she's a heroin addict.
- What makes you say that?
- Already has a
built up tolerance.
- She's gonna pull
through, right?
- I've never had to use
three doses of Narcan before.
- Wow.
- Excuse me.
Liv?
- Hey.
So I'm just heading up to
Carisi's to prep witnesses.
You coming?
- I wish I could, but evidently,
I'm incapable of making it south
of the Washington Bridge.
- Hold on, you're
still up in the Bronx?
- Yeah, me and Bruno
stumbled onto a case.
- Oh, your new best friend?
All right, Fin,
are you leaving me too?
- You've always been
and will always be
my sister from another mister.
But I just can't
drop this in the lap
of some green Bronx
SVU detectives.
The woman was raped
and dumped in the back
of a garbage truck.
- Well, then, you
owe me a favor.
- All right.
- Let me call you
Amanda from now on.
- Okay, and tell Carisi
don't wait up for me.
I'll be working late.
Listen, hon, why don't
you take another sip
of that cola and slow down?
- I got low blood sugar.
- You wanna tell us how
you wound up in the back
of that garbage truck?
- I pretended I was dead.
- Yeah, you pretended
you were dead for who?
That's the question.
- Some white boy.
- Can you tell us
what he looked like?
- Hell, all you white
boys look alike to me.
- Whoa, whoa, where
are you going?
- You cops.
Somebody catch me
talking to you,
my pimp is gonna kill me.
- Someone attacked you.
- The nurse found
evidence that he may have
forced himself on you.
- Ain't the first time.
- Don't you want us
to catch who did this?
- If I don't earn, I get beat.
- How much are you
making a night?
- On a good night?
Two, three.
- Here then.
That's enough for a great night.
- He crazy or something?
- Yeah, but he's a good dude.
- What do you want
in return for it?
- The truth.
Tell us everything you know
about the guy who hurt you.
- After I passed out, I woke
up in some kind of tile room.
And he was spraying
me down with a hose.
- Do you remember anything else?
- It was like a medical room.
Then he kind of
just did it to me.
Next thing I knew,
I was in a dumpster.
We done here?
- Just promise us you'll
go home and get some rest.
- If it's okay with you,
I think I'll stay here.
- We have our witnesses
prepped, the few that we have.
- We got Benny Barros.
- Benny's not the most
reliable guy I've ever met.
- Carisi's right.
- Yeah, the guy
keeps making demands.
I mean, last night, it
was a strict vegan menu.
- What happens if
he changes his mind?
- Benny's got more to lose than
anyone if he doesn't testify.
- And we got Fugazi
in our pocket.
- Where are we
with Maria Garcia?
- Still doesn't wanna testify.
- So how do we change that?
- She can be found in contempt.
- Do you really
wanna put a victim
of sexual assault in prison?
- Well, all the same,
the threat can't hurt.
- What about Sacrilege?
- What about him?
- Did you get him
to tell us anything?
- The kid won't talk.
- I mean, I couldn't help
to notice his track marks.
The kid's an addict.
It's been a while
since his last fix.
- That ought to hurt.
- Well, it was your
techniques that got
us here in the first place.
- Me? What did I do?
- Those recordings that
we received from Benny
confirm that the hit on Benson
was a direct result of you
putting Ricky and Sabo
in stabbing distance
of 19th Street because
you wanted to flip them.
- You almost got my son killed.
Thank you again for that.
- Captain, if you want,
I can talk to him.
- We're getting very
close to the trial.
I mean, is that worth a shot?
- A last-minute
change of conscience
from the only gang
recruiter left alive?
It's down to the wire,
but it can't hurt.
- Okay, Velasco.
Take Churlish with you.
- Okay.
- Hector, Detective Velasco.
- She a lawyer?
- No.
- But where's yours?
- I, uh, represent myself.
- Bold words for a guy
whose hands are shaking.
- That captain of yours left
me in here to sweat it out.
- Yeah, he ain't
no captain of ours.
Whoever uses withdrawal as a
weapon hasn't been through it.
- You have?
- What the hell are you doing?
- We're supposed to
be asking questions
and trying to flip
him, but we both know
it's not gonna work if
he's sweating like that.
- Can I talk to you outside?
- No.
- Where'd you get that?
- Wheel well of that car
your dealers were using.
- This has gone too far.
- What are you gonna
do, Captain America?
Huh?
You're gonna arrest me, hmm?
- She's pretty
uptight for a sister.
- Yeah, she grew
up in the suburbs.
You can tell.
- I went to my car after work.
Two men were in the
back seat, door open.
They pulled me inside.
They took turns raping me.
When they were done,
they took my underwear.
- For what purpose?
- To show my brother
what they could do
to the rest of the
women in our family,
our mom or our baby
sister, if he said no.
- Were these the two
men who assaulted you?
- Yes.
- For the record,
Lindsay del Toro,
AKA Bug Bear, is now deceased.
Hector Suarez, street name
Sacrilege, is in Rikers.
Now, you heard testimony
that DNA links both
of these men to Ms.
Garcia's assault.
Ms. Garcia, did you tell your
brother what had happened?
- I did.
He told me he had no choice.
That BX9 would target
other women in our family
if he refused to join.
- Which is why you withdrew
your initial complaint
to the police.
- I was afraid of
retaliation against Rodrigo.
But he was killed.
- Two months ago.
- By rivals of BX9,
so he doesn't need me
to protect him anymore.
- Thank you.
- I am...
I am very sorry for what
happened to you, Ms. Garcia.
But haven't the men
responsible for your ordeal
been brought to justice?
One is already dead,
and the other is in jail
awaiting his own trial.
- Yes, but they were acting
on Oscar Papa's orders.
- Well, do you have any
direct knowledge of that?
Other than what the police
and the DA have told you?
- No, but...
- Did your brother
implicate my client?
- No...
- You know Oscar
Papa, don't you,
from around the neighborhood?
- Everyone does.
He's a customer sometimes
at my family's restaurant.
- You invited two NYPD captains
to that same restaurant
under false pretenses?
- I had to do that.
I was afraid that...
- Of my clients or the police?
- Both.
- But you did lie to the police.
Well, did that motivate
your decision to testify?
- Objection.
- Withdrawn.
Nothing further.
- Captain Duarte, can
you explain what this is
to the jury, please?
- A recruitment tool for BX9...
Undergarments of rape
victims, mothers and sisters,
hung from a tree to
intimidate vulnerable teens
into signing up
as principiantes.
- Principiantes?
- That's what they call
new recruits at BX9.
- And how many
women were you able
to associate with rape cases?
- Through DNA and
victim IDs, about 90.
- And what did your
investigations conclude?
- Two mid-level recruiters,
Sacrilege and Bug Bear
of the Tremont clique,
were responsible
for most of the rapes.
- Now, do mid-level recruiters
for BX9 usually
act independently?
- In my experience, no.
BX9 is a hierarchical
organization.
There are multiple levels
of the command chain.
- And how do gang members
usually move up the ranks?
- Through committing
acts of violence,
including rape and murder at
the behest of their superiors.
- Does anything happen without
the knowledge of the head
of the organization?
- No, it does not.
Orders of violence only spill
down from the leadership
to the soldiers and
the principiantes.
- And in your ongoing
investigations
into the BX9 leadership,
who did you focus on?
- That man right
there, Oscar Papa.
- Thank you, Captain.
- Captain Duarte,
you investigated
BX9 for five years.
Is that fair to say?
- Yes, that sounds about right.
- Well, isn't it
also fair to say
that you have a personal
vendetta against BX9?
- A vendetta, no. I'm
just doing my job.
- But you... you did
own a vintage Mustang?
- Yes.
- What happened to it?
- Two BX9 gang members followed
me home and set it on fire.
- And that made you
pretty angry, didn't it?
- What do you think?
- Well, angry enough to push
one of the boys off a roof?
- Objection. As
Counselor Swope knows,
Sleep's death was
ruled an accident.
- Sustained.
- But one of your colleagues,
Captain Olivia Benson,
accused you of pushing
the boy, didn't she?
- It was a misunderstanding.
- Well, is it true that
you've had a few of those
involving BX9 members?
Do you recognize these two boys?
- Sabo and Pretty Ricky,
two former principiantes
of the Tremont clique.
- They're deceased
now, aren't they?
Stabbed in prison by
rivals you requested
they be put in close proximity
to in an effort to flip them.
Now, was Captain Benson
aware that this decision
made her and her son a target?
- She is now.
- A lie of omission,
just another one
of your misunderstandings?
- Objection, immaterial.
- Move it along.
- You're Mexican, right?
- What the hell does that
have to do with anything?
- Well, in your
experience, have you found
that Mexicans are prejudiced
against Salvadorans?
- Humans are territorial,
just like every other animal
on this planet.
- Are you territorial?
- Well, I'm human, aren't I?
But I'm not prejudiced
against Salvadorans, only BX9.
They ruined the
neighborhood I grew up in.
Before they came along,
people could walk
their dogs at night.
Kids didn't have to worry
about their mothers' dignity,
being hung from a
tree as some sort
of a sick advertisement for
a life they didn't even want.
- Well, it sounds to me
that you do have a vendetta
against my client, Captain.
- Objection.
- Withdrawn.
- Yeah, pulled two Jane Does
out of here in the
past few years.
- You run their DNA?
- Yeah, nothing in the system.
Showed their photos around
Hunts Point, but nah,
no one wanted to talk.
- So where are their bodies?
- Buried on Hart Island.
- What'd the M.E. say?
- Both OD'd, massive
dose of opioids.
- Any sign of sexual assault?
- We're Homicide.
It's not like we ran a rape kit.
If M.E. found something,
that was Bronx SVU.
That was their job.
You know better than anyone
what really happened there.
- All too well.
- Yeah, thank you, man.
- See you fellas.
- I think we're
looking at a serial.
- It'd be tough to prove,
unless we find that
source of Wildnil.
- We may get lucky with the
online complaint system.
Cross-reference doctors,
dentists, pharmacists.
- And veterinarians, right?
I don't know of too many
other kinds of doctors
who shoot their patients
with a dart to put them out.
- So much for your
retirement, huh, Bruno?
- Yep.
- I know I'm not supposed
to have Misty here.
But she's gentle, quiet.
- We're not here to confiscate
your dog, Ms. Morgan.
- Two years ago, you
filed a complaint
against your veterinarian?
- Dr. Tim. That pervert.
- Can you tell us why
you filed that complaint?
- I didn't have money
to pay Misty's bill.
Dr. Tim said we could
work something out.
- And what did he mean by that?
- He tried to get
me to touch it.
- Touch what?
- What do you think?
His member, his tool, his wang!
- Okay, we get it.
- Okay, so what happened?
- I'm old, but I'm no idiot.
I touched it.
But I didn't like it.
- You licking your wounds?
- Yeah.
Why? Should I stop so you
can pour some salt in them?
- Hey, you did your best.
- Which, let's face it,
might not have been good enough.
If Oscar Papa gets off...
- Don't even say that.
This is not over. We
have a solid case.
Captain Benson.
- Velasco, what
the hell happened?
- UNI says Benny's mom
sent him a plate of food.
He took a few bites,
and he started bleeding.
- Rat poison.
- For a rat.
- Oh, my God.
Is it possible that
they got to his mother?
- Either that or the
kid who delivered it.
What are the chances
Benny makes it?
- Well, if it doesn't,
Oscar Papa walks free.
- Benny Barros is dead, huh?
- Died in the ambulance.
- Yeah, which puts our
case on life support
because Benny's tapes
are no longer admissible.
- We know BX9 is behind this,
which means Oscar
Papa gave the order.
- No kidding. So what
are you doing about it?
- My detectives are all over it,
working BX9's
girlfriends' contacts.
- What about Sacrilege?
You get anything?
- I got the kid on the hook.
- That's one word for it.
- What does that mean?
- Nothing.
- All right, I'll
talk to the DA.
I'll see if I can't
sweeten his plea deal.
- For 100 rapes? You
gonna tell Benson?
- Hey, we're past that.
Don't you get it?
We need to start playing
dirty, just like Oscar Papa.
- Copy that.
He's been running a fever.
- I'm gonna send
the nurse back over,
but if he gets any worse,
you have to take
him to the hospital.
- No.
No, I'm fine.
- Albert, how are you
doing, truthfully?
Huh?
- Why are there
more cops around?
- Benny Barros was
killed last night.
- I thought he was in
witness protection.
- He was.
- Just like us.
- I just want my son to be safe.
- Believe me, so do I.
- I don't know why
I ever trusted you.
I'll never be able to
walk down the street
without looking over
my shoulder again.
You should have just ended
my life while you could.
- Don't say that, Albert.
- My son is not testifying.
- Mrs. Diaz, let's
think about this.
- No!
Get out. Get out of our lives.
- Captain Benson, you are
a sorbet for the eyes.
- Hey, you wanted to talk, talk.
- Well, we both know that
your lead witness is dead.
- Yeah, a pupusa
full of rat poison.
You know, BX9 should
publish a cookbook.
- We'll be filing
a motion to dismiss
unless the DA has an offer.
- Well, your client
pleads guilty
to 19 charges of rape, 2
counts of attempted murder.
- We'll think about it.
- You do that, but
Benny may be dead,
but those recordings he gave us
have your client
running his mouth
about half the
gangs in the city.
Now, I might not be able
to use that in court...
- But they would
make a great mixtape
for all the bangers in here.
- Are you threatening me?
- That's not a threat.
It's a verdict.
No one gets away with
trying to kill my son,
not without some
form of justice.
And right now...
Yours is starting to
sound pretty good.
You know the rule...
Blood for blood.
- Now, take your
time, Ms. Sipes.
- That's him.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
I remember the eyes.
Who the hell is he?
- Dr. Tim Birch,
a veterinarian.
We think he's good
for the murders
of a few other
prostitutes in the area.
- Why would he do that?
He could have just paid
like the rest of the johns
up at Hunts Point.
Vets are supposed to
take care of animals.
- Yeah.
Well, he is one.
- The judge won't grant
a motion to dismiss,
but if Fugazi doesn't testify,
then I have no way to
prove that Oscar Papa
ordered that hit
on you and Noah.
- The UNIs assigned to
Fugazi and his mother...
They just rushed
him to the hospital.
- Not another poisoned
pupusa, is it?
- Nope. This time,
it's my fault.
- They said I'm
gonna lose my leg.
- We're getting you
the best doctors, okay?
- I'm afraid.
- I know, honey.
I know.
- Where's my mom?
- She's just upstairs.
She's filling out
some paperwork.
- I'm sorry. We have
to take him in now.
- She's gonna be with
you the whole time, okay?
- I'm running out of witnesses.
Upside is, I might
be home early.
I love you too.
Hey.
You look like you could
use a cup of coffee.
Come in, come in.
- Been at the hospital
all night with the Diazes.
- The doctors manage
to save Fugazi's leg?
- Oh, man, this kid is gonna be
out of commission for months.
- Wouldn't be the first time
I had somebody testify
from a hospital bed.
- Be that as it may, the
mother is not budging.
- I'm not a miracle worker.
I mean, I got a 48-hour
continuance after Benny,
but I gotta put somebody
on that stand tomorrow.
- Thank you.
How's Noah doing?
He's fine. He's
good. He's safe.
You know, Woodstock
PD's got unmarked cars
on the McCanns' block, but...
I see what you did
there, Counselor.
- Me? What'd I do?
- Brought up Noah to
remind me which kid
I should really
be thinking about.
I plead the fifth.
- Thanks for not telling Benson.
- About what?
- Those drugs that
we confiscated
from these bangers.
You know it was
all theater, right?
The guy was a junkie.
He was sweating.
I just dangled some of his
product in front of him.
- You didn't give him any?
Because that would be illegal.
- Oh, of course not.
- You know I'm just
a white shield,
but I have a whole
future to worry about.
- I get it. You got
your sights set on 1PP.
- Don't laugh.
- Look, if you wanna keep
your nose clean so you can be
the next Black female
commissioner or whatever,
that's on you.
But my job right now
is to flip a bishop
to take down the king.
Okay, and you heard Carisi.
We gotta play dirty.
- If push comes to shove,
I'm never gonna lie for you.
- No one's asking you to.
What's up, homey?
- What, no care package?
- We're cops, not dealers.
- Yo, nobody's
talking to you, bicha.
I'm only interested
in my friend here.
- What did he say?
- It's a waste of time.
He's being vulgar.
- About me?
- So what do you
say, bicha? Huh?
How about I, uh, show you
the rest of my tattoos?
- You know what, Churlish? Why
don't you give us a minute?
- Knock yourself out.
- Never good to drink alone.
- Well, it beats sleeping
in my house that way.
- Is that an invitation?
You wish.
I was talking about my kid.
- What she's having.
- Oh, that's defeat
on the rocks.
- Actually, I'll have a bourbon.
- So Carisi is going
to subpoena Fugazi.
- What, you didn't
crack him in the head
with that bleeding
heart of yours?
- It's all out of blood.
- Oscar Papa will
do that to you.
Guy's like a bed bug.
- You know, I finally understand
why you are the way you are.
- He's ruined hundreds of lives.
- Not to mention taking
me away from my son.
He's never looked so happy.
- They look really...
Normal.
- Yeah, they do.
So I hate to say it,
but you were right.
We should have gone
after Oscar Papa
right after the subway case.
- Does that mean you're sorry
for reducing my five-year
whale hunt for one of
the biggest scourges
this city's ever seen
into a simple rape case?
- Don't push it.
- No.
If that's as close
as I'll get tonight,
I'll sleep a happy man.
- Thank you. You
didn't have to do that.
- What, picking up the check?
What can I say?
Ever since you got jumped,
I've been racking the overtime.
Are you sure that we
can't drop you somewhere?
- No, thank you. I
think I'm gonna walk.
- Okay. Good night, Mike.
- Good night, Captain.
- Help you?
- Can I get a pack
of Reds, please?
- Get on the ground.
Call 911.
Tell them it's a police
officer involved.
Do it.
Ahh!
- You okay, Liv?
- How is he?
- Still in surgery.
- The doctors say he
lost a lot of blood.
- Oh, my God.
- Every unit in the city
is on the scene canvassing,
pulling traffic cams.
- Bodega cameras caught
the whole attack.
We're running
facial recognition.
We're gonna get these guys.
- That's my boy Manny
from Bronx Gangs.
- Velasco's on the scene.
Muncy came in on her day off.
- I can't believe this,
but I was just with him.
- It's not over, Liv.
We did catch a serial.
Picked him up off vic ID.
DNA linked him to the rape kit.
And I'm really impressed
with Moneybags.
This guy is driven.
He's on a mission.
And I was thinking, now
that Rollins is gone,
we could use another body.
- No, I just...
I was too hard on Duarte.
He's a good cop, Fin.
- We all know that.
- Bobby Santos, Jose
Cruz, Carlos Lopez...
You recognize them?
- You should.
They're three of the
five principiantes
that you ordered to
kill Captain Duarte,
and they're willing to testify.
- Testify to what?
- Well, unlike
Fugazi, they say that
they got their orders to kill
Duarte from a prison call.
- Which are all recorded.
- You had to know that.
- I'm not denying
anything, Captain.
You got me dead to rights.
- I need to confer
with my client.
- No, you don't.
Sit down.
- We're listening.
- I just wanted to say
I know how much you
respected Captain Duarte.
- And that's why you killed him?
- You know the rule.
- Blood for blood.
- He wanted to take away
everything I've built.
I couldn't allow that to happen.
- You knew that you could run
your organization from here.
- Most of my crew is in here.
And like I said, you
can't kill an idea.
- So you knew exactly
what you were doing
when you made that call.
The question is, why?
- The truth?
I got a soft spot
for you, Captain.
I see the way you look at me.
Most women say they
would kill for their kid,
but not a lot of them
would go toe to toe
with a guy like me for them.
You are a better mother
than I've ever had.
- We can talk about
your childhood later.
What I need to know is,
is your client going
to plead guilty to murder?
- But not the rapes.
- Hang on.
I need you to assure me
that my son is safe.
- He won't be harmed.
I got what I wanted.
So we're even now.
- 25 years for the
attempted murder on you.
25 to life for Duarte.
He'll be eligible for
parole around 2096.
- And the five principiantes?
- We're gonna go after them all.
Noah headed home?
- He is.
Stabler's driving him down.
And I'm going to
meet them at home.
I didn't wanna drive after
the day that we've had.
There's nobody that I trust
more to bring my son home
in one piece than Stabler.
- I'll give Amanda your love.
- Please do.
Officer Churlish, you're
a long way from the Bronx.
- I have something I
wanted to give you.
- Okay.
- I left my phone on
when Detective Velasco
was talking to that recruiter.
- Aside from it being a felony,
why would you do that?
- You'll see when
you listen to it.
- He's out like a light.
- He's had a hard week.
- Yeah.
- So did you.
- Thank you, Elliot.
Thank you for picking him up.
- You're family.
- What are you looking for?
- Sugar?
- It's here.
I have some here somewhere.
- Why didn't you call me?
- Because I knew that you
would try to protect me.
- And there's something
wrong with that?
I care for you.
Liv, look at me.
- Here it is.
- Liv.
- Elliot.
Elliot, I want to.
I want to, but I can't.
- Why not?
- Because what if
it doesn't work out?
- And what if things work out?
- Elliot, I'm not
ready for this.
I'm not ready for this.
I'm not ready for this.