Law & Order Special Victims Unit s24e12 Episode Script
Blood Out
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 her little bastard son,
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, uh,
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.
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 her little bastard son,
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, uh,
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.