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.
You sure it's not too expensive?
It's your prom, you need the right dress.
Well, stacie's taking care of the limo.
One without a bar inside.
Mom, there won't be any drinking, I promise.
You've grown into a beautiful woman, Jenna.
I'm so proud of you.
Well, I'm proud of you.
You're going to do great next week.
Hey!
Leave us alone!
Just let him have it.
Here! Take it! You happy?
No, nooo!
Mom! Mom! Mom!
Oh, my God.
Female, looks early 40s,
deceased from a single gunshot, point-blank to the forehead.
In and out?
Dug the slug out of that building over there.
Was totally pancaked.
But useless for comparison.
Perp stole her purse too.
What's the sex crime?
Don't know.
So why are we here?
Victim's daughter.
She told the EMT's to call Benson and stabler at svu.
That's Jenna fox.
Olivia! Olivia, he killed my mom!
You know her.
Annette fox.
Her rape trial was starting next week.
Imagine you've seen your mother shot.
What do we have on the rape?
Pretty much an open-and-shut case until last night.
Two years ago, a woman named Annette fox
went to the grand opening party of some salon in soho, "xcelerater."
Owned by Luke Ronson.
Stylist who thinks he's a rock star.
And we know he's a rapist.
The party goes on into the wee hours,
Ronson invites Annette into the back for a private drink.
The next thing you know, she's waking up in the back of a cab,
in pain, and her panties are on inside-out.
Annette says it was rape, Ronson says it was consensual.
But he obviously drugged her.
Docs found ghb in her bloodstream,
and we found ghb in his salon.
That's possession of an illegal substance.
Well, he admits to that.
He says he uses it at his gym, and his trainer backed him up.
Claims she must've got some residue
off a glass she drank from.
He said-she said with a circumstantial twist.
Annette was totally believable.
And we knew the hump would go down
once she told her story in front of the jury.
So why the two year wait?
Ronson's attorney, heshy horowitz,
has just been using every diversionary motion
and procedural tactic. He's stalling his ass off.
And now a week before the trial,
she gets gunned down in a purse snatch?
We don't believe it either.
Luckily, there were two security cameras
out on the street last night.
You're gonna see Annette and Jenna--
that's her daughter-- coming out of a dress shop.
And here comes the so-called "purse snatcher."
He's gonna push Jenna out of the way,
almost like he's gunning for mom.
She fights to keep her purse.
But only after she lets it go
does the perp pull his piece and shoot her.
That's no purse snatching. It's an execution.
And our case against Luke is as dead as Annette is.
Unless we can pin capital murder on him.
Well, maybe liv has calmed Jenna down enough
where she can help us.
It all happened so quickly.
I never saw his face.
I didn't see anything really, I'm sorry.
Jenna, you don't have to apologize.
All I can remember was blood coming out of her.
There was so much blood.
Jenna, was your mom at all nervous
- about the trial next week? - No.
She's been a rock for two years,
ever since she met you guys.
- Did you catch him? - We haven't found him yet.
Luke Ronson killed my mom.
To keep her from testifying. I should've
pulled that hoodie off his head. I should've stopped him.
And then he would've shot you too.
Jenna, what happened to your mother is not your fault.
And we'll talk to Luke.
But right now it'd be helpful if you could think back,
before tonight. Okay?
Anything weird happen lately?
Um, sort of.
She, uh, last week...
She saw someone outside in the dark,
staring at her from the sidewalk.
- Did you see him? - No.
She called me in the room,
but by the time I got there, he was gone.
And then she got some weird calls.
Threatening?
No, he never said anything. He'd just call and hang up.
And I know she knew it was Luke Ronson.
What makes you say that?
'Cause the last time he called,
she just went off and started yelling at him.
"Go to hell! You can't scare me
or stop me from telling the world what you did!"
Then she called him a gutless prick.
You know, Jenna wasn't kidding.
I found 83 calls to her mother's cell,
and 36 to Annette's landline--
all from the same number.
You able to I.D. It?
Unfortunately, it was disposable.
Ooh, that leads nowhere.
Except back to the store where it was purchased from--
"big Russ's electronics emporium."
Conveniently located a half a block away
from Luke Ronson's salon.
Then that's something.
Well, I'll go out with liv...
See what that dirtbag has to say for himself.
You look beautiful, baby.
You're ready to rock.
You gonna rock her like you did Annette fox?
Oh, not you two again.
Still can't believe I'm innocent?
I still can't believe you're straight.
You know, this is harassment.
I'll be sure to tell the judge about this next week.
You mean the judge that's presiding over
your rape trial that's coming up?
It's not true.
It's all a misunderstanding!
Only thing that's not understood
is who murdered the woman that you raped.
What are you talking about?
Annette fox. She was killed last night.
Which begs the question, where were you?
Well, if it's any of your business,
I was having dinner with my publicist,
- mariette-- - don't say another word, Luke!
Enter the douche bag.
Oh, lemme guess, horowitz,
Luke called you out of the blue
and said you might want to drop by today to save his ass?
Wrong, I heard about Ms. fox's tragic death
and I knew you'd try to pin it on my client.
Tragic death is being hit by a car,
not not shot in the head by some low-life
during a bogus purse snatch.
If you had any actual evidence to back that up,
Luke would be in cuffs right now, but he's not.
And he's not answering a single question
from either of you, so get the hell out of here.
Well, be careful, ladies. You ask Luke for "a dye job,"
he might blow your brains out!
So, he was with his publicist?
Let's see if we can retrace his steps from there.
Yes, I had dinner with Luke last night.
We're planning a new media blitz.
Oh, on how to spin a rape conviction?
How to market a new line of hair-care products.
What time was dinner over?
- 7:30. - He happen to mention
what his plans were for the rest of the evening?
I already knew.
We ate early because he had to go to St. Anne's.
Luke Ronson goes to church?
He volunteers at their homeless shelter every Tuesday.
For the last two years...
Ever since he was busted for rape.
Now, that your idea? Trying to clean up his image?
There's nothing to clean up.
You're wrong about Luke. The man's a giver.
Luke Ronson's given selflessly to our mission.
His money and his time.
What's he do? Serve food?
Cuts hair.
- Hairdo's for the homeless. - Checks for lice, too.
And treats them when they have it.
Looking good helps them feel better about themselves,
gets them ready for job interviews.
Luke's been a godsend.
He's also a rapist, sister peg.
Accused, not convicted.
- Come on, sister. - Congress cut my funding.
I have to take all the help I can get.
All right, well, do you know of anyone
that he "helped" last night?
Well, usually I'd be pointing to everybody.
But Luke couldn't get them all in.
He left very suddenly.
You think he raped someone else.
Well, not this time.
I just need to know where he went from here.
Who was his last customer?
I think it was Eddie Skinner.
Nope, Luke didn't cut my hair.
- Still damn handsome, huh? - You are a looker, Mr. Skinner.
Yeah, I'm actually kinda glad Luke didn't touch me.
Guy seemed off his game.
What do you mean "off his game?"
Oh, preoccupied. Maybe even a little pissed.
He got his clippers out,
then all of a sudden, he headed for the door.
- Tell you where he was going? - No.
But when he grabbed his bag,
I'm pretty sure I saw a piece inside.
Look at me.
You just tell me Mr. Ronson had a gun on him?
That's what I thought.
What the hell's a hairdresser need a handgun for?
I'll know when I find it.
That's for you.
You can't do this! I just clean!
I'm sorry, but we can and we are.
But Mr. Luke, he should be here!
I hit the jackpot!
I got scissors, hair clippers...
A Taurus nine-millimeter right next to a box of ammo.
Same shell casings found at the scene.
And look here. Black hooded sweatshirt.
We'll blow it out a bit. I think we're ready to rock, baby.
Ronson! Drop the scissors!
Dear, oh, lord...
- What do you two want now? - Your hands.
Luke Ronson,
you're under arrest for the murder of Annette fox.
You have the right to remain silent.
- Anything you say-- - Clarence,
- will be used against you-- - call heshy horowitz!
- If you refuse that right-- - now!
But he's not finished yet.
When can I reschedule?
About 25 years.
- I didn't kill Anette. - And you also say
that you didn't rape her, so your word's pretty meaningless.
Not to mention we found the murder weapon
in your closet in your home.
My client's ownership of a handgun proves nothing.
Right up till the point that ballistics
proves that it was the one that shot Annette.
And that should be happening any minute now.
Having an unpermitted handgun in the city is also a crime.
- I have a permit for that. - In New York?
In Arizona.
Arizona sold a gun to a psycho like you?
Why doesn't that surprise me?
And how did you pass a background check
with your mental health issues?
-I don't have mental health issues. - Really?
In the past two years,
your mouthpiece here filed 16 trial motions
for your "stress-related disorders."
Or is that just a smokescreen?
It was the very real reaction of a man
who's been unjustly accused.
The dealer didn't do a background check.
He said all I needed was an I.D. With an Arizona address.
- Which I have. - Mr. Ronson
owns property in scottsdale.
Still criminal possession
if you have a handgun in New York without a New York permit.
Was the gun loaded when you found it?
- Unloaded. - So it's a misdemeanor,
which we'll be happy to plead guilty to.
- Can we go now? - No.
What were you doing with your gun last night?
Leave my client alone.
People in the shelter saw it in your bag.
So what were you doing with it?
Luke, you're under no legal obligation
to answer any questions they ask.
I was going shooting.
- Shooting. - Gotham gun range.
Who saw you there?
Uh, I was halfway there...
And decided not to go after all.
That's it, enough fishing.
See, I think that the reason you had the gun
is the same reason that you had the disposable cell phone.
You are a failure.
And you knew that you would fail in court next week.
That's not true.
You started calling Annette over and over,
hang-up after hang-up, harassing her and her daughter.
The only harassment is what you two are doing to my client!
You lurked outside Annette's house,
and you scared the hell out of the both of them.
- No, I didn't! - But when she didn't back down,
you put on that hoodie, and you grabbed that gun.
You finally shut that bitch up.
Luke,
Luke, don't say a word.
Just tell us, Ronson.
Just tell us what you did to Annette.
It's okay, just say it.
- I-- - Luke, keep your mouth shut!
I... - What is it?
Detectives, I need a word.
Can't this wait?
Luke's not our killer.
How do you know?
Tell them what you just told me.
I tested Luke Ronson's nine-millimeter.
Slug from the scene was useless for comparison,
so I took a look at the strike markings
on the shell casings.
The ones from Luke's gun were significantly different
than the brass ejected from the killer's gun.
But it was the same brand and size of ammo.
But not the same gun.
So he used a different one. We found the hoodie.
Which initially looked like the one in the video.
But on closer inspection,
Luke's hoodie has piping down the sleeves
and a different logo on the right chest area.
So Luke Ronson walks again?
Give him a desk ticket for the unpermitted nine
and cut him loose.
Something wrong here.
You saw Luke's face when we had him against the wall.
That guy is guilty of something.
Nothing to say now? Not even an apology?
I just wanna make sure you leave
without raping any more women. - Go screw yourself, sweetheart.
And on behalf of myself and my client,
best of luck finding whoever really murdered Ms. fox.
Why don't you get outta here?
- Where's he going? - Jenna...He's going home.
Sweetie, that's not the man that murdered your mother.
But he raped her, you can't just let him go.
Believe me, we're not.
I don't understand. How could it not be him?
We don't know that yet.
Everything's falling apart.
The trial's off, mom's dead...
She trusted you. I trusted you.
Nobody is giving up on your mom.
I was supposed to go to prom
and now I have to bury my mother.
And you guys have no clue who killed her.
Jenna, these things take time--
it's already taken two years!
I put my faith in you, and--and now I have no one!
We're gonna get Luke. I promise.
Guy really knows how to game the system.
So you wanna go get the coffee or should I?
How about neither one of us?
Looks like he's making his next move.
This isn't hair-cutting day.
What's he doing coming back to the shelter?
This dude's never seen me before.
Sister peg.
Odafin. How are you?
I'm in a rush. Luke Ronson come through here?
Yeah, he went over there.
Strange. I didn't expect him back 'til next week.
Thank you.
Yeah, what do you got?
Luke's in here.
Looks like he's about to take the head
off some homeless guy. You recognize him?
His name is Eddie.
He's the guy who saw the gun in Luke's bag.
Put your hands behind your back.
Other hand behind your back.
Hey, I think our man--
yeah, look at that, a disposable phone.
Time to start talking, dumbasses.
I ain't sayin' nothing, I didn't do nothing.
Except throw a table at a cop.
I was reaching for a donut, my hand slipped.
That ain't a crime.
Well, it'd be the first one you didn't commit.
"Edward Skinner.
"15 years of petty larceny, check kiting, boosting cars,
assault and battery, burglary..."
Oh, Eddie...
So much to be proud of.
I knew Eddie was bad news
the first time I cut his hair.
You sure you don't want your lawyer?
I need to tell the truth now.
I hired Eddie to harass Annette.
So she wouldn't show up at the trial.
Yeah. But I didn't say to kill her.
Kill her? No.
I-I never even met the broad.
So why'd you have the phone that was used to harass her?
I found it in the park.
Thought, hey, free phone!
I bought the phone from a store near my salon.
So whatever Eddie did to Annette
wouldn't come back on you.
I told him to call her.
And stare at her on the street.
Anything he could do to freak her out.
How much did you pay him?
$500.
And $5,000 when the trial fell apart.
I never got squat from that Luke guy
except a couple crummy haircuts.
No, you got paid for harassing a rape victim.
You called her over and over,
you peeped through her window,
you stalked her and her daughter.
You got the wrong guy, pal.
But you got too clever by half.
Because when we came around asking questions,
you just couldn't help but be a little helpful.
Try to put that gun into Luke's hand
before we put it into yours.
Yes.
My gun was in the bag Tuesday night, yes.
I was going to the shooting range.
But I stormed out 'cause Eddie was having a go at me,
he was trying to squeeze me outta more money.
Because the calls to Annette weren't working?
No, because he wanted to kill her.
He was livid because she'd yelled at him.
He was like, "come on, let me smoke the bitch."
You were just supposed to intimidate her.
But a punk like you, you couldn't even scare her.
That woman called you gutless.
'Cause that's what you are, right, Eddie?
I mean, I think you proved that
when you put the gun to her head.
I want my phone call.
I hate to say that I believe that rapist Luke, but I do.
Eddie's our shooter. Sherri, what do you say?
I say you're right. But it would really help
if we had the gun he used to kill Annette.
So we toss his locker at the shelter
and every other rock he's been known to hide under.
And in the meantime, we keep him on ice.
Arrest Luke for witness tampering
and Eddie for assaulting a police officer.
Just don't lock them up together,
I don't want them concocting a story
before they get to central booking.
I'll throw Luke in the cage.
You can put Eddie in the lockup downstairs.
As soon as I give him his phone call.
How long is it gonna take you
to get me the hell outta here?
Hey, you mind? This is a private conversation.
Stop screaming, then.
Just, hey...
Get it done.
I tell you, I'm kinda surprised
a low-life like you even has a lawyer.
There's a lot you don't know about me.
You'd be surprised how much I know about cockroaches.
How you spread disease, skittering in and out
of people's lives, making them sick.
This time I'm gonna make sure you don't
crawl back into your cracks. - I didn't kill that lady.
Yeah? You keep sticking with that story, pal.
Hey, let me ask you something, is it fun being a cop?
Fun? I love it.
Yeah, see, I thought so.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a cop when grew up.
The problem there is you gotta care about people
and the only person you give a crap about is yourself.
See? You don't know nothing about me.
And nothing could make me happier.
You know, I don't know, man.
I think once you realize I've been falsely accused,
we're gonna be best friends.
Well, don't get too excited, Jenna.
We're not there yet.
We still have to find the gun he used.
So we are making progress.
Good, I'll call you when I know more.
It's about time.
Yeah, I'll have him down in a second, all right.
Yep. Van's to central booking here.
Want me to do the honors?
No, I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go.
I'll do it. Mikey!
Ronson, on your feet.
Anyone ever tell you your accommodations sucks?
Then you're really gonna love the tombs.
Time for you and Eddie to take a little ride.
Ronson. The svu cage.
Ronson, Luke. Thanks.
See you in court. Finally.
Where's Eddie Skinner? - He's not on my list.
I personally put him downstairs two hours ago.
And I personally emptied the lock-up ten minutes ago.
Every prisoner accounted for. No Eddie Skinner.
Who the hell let him out?
Hey, Skinner.
Yeah, I signed him out of lockup about an hour after
you threw him in. Some fed took him.
What does FBI want with Eddie?
Well, it wasn't the fibbies.
Guy I.D.'D himself as atf.
And you just gave Skinner up like that?
On orders from one p.P.
Whose orders?
Chief of organized crime control.
He calls, I ask him why.
Son of a bitch tells me,
do like he says, don't ask questions.
Look, did you at least get the name of
the atf guy that took Skinner?
Or were you too busy bending over for him?
Special agent grier?
Detectives stabler, Benson, and this is a.D.A. Sherri west.
What can I do for you?
Produce Eddie Skinner. Now.
Who says he's here?
Our eyes.
Yeah, well... No can do.
You did a great job of poaching him from us.
- There a problem, agent grier? - Not at all, sir.
Just informing some friends from the NYPD
how things work at the federal level.
Thank you, sir.
Okay, so yeah...
Eddie called, and I came and scooped him.
He said he was booked on a minor assault charge.
- Try assault on a cop. - He's also the prime suspect
in the murder of a rape victim.
Oh, something funny about that?
Eddie Skinner's a lot of things,
but a killer isn't one of them.
And you know this instinctively
because you've been on the job, what, five minutes?
I busted Eddie three months ago
for transporting untaxed cigarettes across state lines
and selling them to bodegas around the city.
And like any good fed, you thought you could flip him.
Eddie flipped himself.
Said he could deliver me the guy he's working for.
He's my inside man on a sting operation
to bust a ring of cigarette smugglers.
Which is supposed to happen when?
Tomorrow.
And you think you're keeping him here till then.
It's a multi-million dollar rip-off.
These guys buy smokes in Missouri,
where the tax is 0.17 a pack.
Then they sell them here, they pocket the difference,
instead of paying the tax man, we get it.
Look, cigarettes do plenty of harm.
But your c.I. Killed a woman in cold blood.
We're not leaving without him.
Yes you are. Eddie's a federal asset.
And we're a little higher up the food chain than the NYPD.
- Hey, stabler! - Dirtbag, hey!
Detective... You can't do that!
You're welcome to try and stop him.
You fighting over me? I'm touched.
Skinner is not leaving this building.
He will when the district attorney calls your boss.
- Sherri west for Jack McCoy. - Okay, okay, okay!
Maybe we can all get what we want here.
And a little glory, too.
We're all ears.
You introduce me, I'll do the rest.
Hey, these guys trust me.
- Then they're idiots. - Hey, come on, lighten up.
We're working together-- - don't touch me.
You think I wanna be here? You're outta your mind.
Some stupid ass cigarette bust...
I get the feeling your partner's not a people person.
You don't know the half of it.
If that tight-ass fed wasn't holding you on a leash,
I'd be dropping you down a hole where you belong.
Hey, you think maybe on the next one of these
we do together, I could-- maybe I could wear the hat.
What size head do you have?
We're on.
Yeah.
Hello, Eddie.
Come on, what the hell, Phil? I tell you I got a buyer
and you show up without the load?
Relax, it'll be here.
Who's your friend?
He owns a bunch of bodegas all over the city.
Convenience stores. I'm--
- name is Elliot. - Yeah, Phil.
Hey, how are you?
Eddie's a rude son of a bitch, isn't he?
Yeah, well... He grows on you.
Yeah, like mold. So, Elliot...
Why's an upstanding businessman like you
go for a scheme like this?
You kidding me? What, between city and state,
I gotta pay almost $6 in taxes
on every pack of smokes I sell.
No, no way. So, you know...
Eddie here says you got a sure thing.
I'd like to see it.
You sell the butts I bring in for 14 bucks a pack,
we keep most of what you'd pay the tax man.
- What's the split? - 50-50.
See, I told you, it's a good deal, Elliot.
It's, like, three bucks a pack still.
I'm taking most of the risk here.
You? I'm trucking this stuff across state lines.
And I got state inspectors in my stores, up my ass 24-7.
So you don't want the deal?
No, I'm not saying that, just...
You got product?
Well, that fake stamp looks legit.
I'm gonna have to see every one that you actually have.
Anything else, princess?
- I wasn't talking to you. - Easy, tiny.
Yeah, I can show you the shipment.
When can you get it here?
Fast as I can snap my fingers.
Come on.
Shipment's been here all along.
Gotta be a semi's worth, 1,800 cartons.
Millions to these people.
How often do you get these?
Once every two months.
Nets each of us more than $1.6 million.
You spread my smokes in with the ones you buy for real,
nobody will ever know.
You had me at $1.6 million.
The warehouse walls are giving us interference.
All units, move in, move in!
Hey! What are you doing?
Stabler didn't give the signal.
This is my op, not yours.
Now all I need is your $300,000 up front.
Yeah, let's go to my briefcase.
- We got company! - Whoa!
You idiot, your buyer's a cop!
- I'm not a cop. - Atf, everyone freeze!
Atf, drop your gun!
Drop your gun! Drop it!
- I'll go get him! - Drop your weapons now!
Behind your head!
Hey...
We made the bust.
Yeah, good for you.
You just lost my killer.
I should shot that little rabbit when I had a chance.
Eddie getting away wasn't your fault.
Grier led the charge into that warehouse too soon.
He gets all the glory, we get screwed.
I wonder how grier feels about his star informant now?
Judging by his face when he got into that ambulance,
I'd say "dizzy." - Not looking forward to
telling Jenna that her mom's killer is in the wind.
Just feels as though we keep failing her.
Look, it's not over till it's over.
Besides, Eddie doesn't seem like the kind of guy
who can stay underground. He needs attention,
somebody to brag to.
Well, when we find him again
and I accidentally run him over?
I'll have your back. Yes, fin?
So, agent grier... How's your day going?
Stabler, I jumped the gun. I'm sorry.
You being sorry is not gonna save us from the ass-whooping
my a.D.A.'S gonna lay on us for losing Eddie.
It was my screw up, I know.
Thanks, fin.
Fin checked the homeless shelter,
didn't find Eddie's gun.
And sister peg hasn't seen him since we collared him.
Yeah, well, you know this guy better than we do.
Where else would he go?
Maybe the Bahamas?
He mentioned he always wanted to retire there.
- Retire from what? - Talking about a guy
who lives in a homeless shelter. He needs cash.
Any of the buy money missing?
They told me every dollar's accounted for.
Then Eddie's not gonna get very far.
Unless he knows where to get more.
Luke Ronson.
He never paid Eddie all the money he owed him.
Yeah, I'm going as fast as I can.
Go faster! I ain't got all night!
- C'mon, c'mon! - Okay, okay, take it easy.
Take it easy! I'm going as fast as I can.
You owe me everything for what I did for you!
Police! Eddie, drop the gun!
No, no, no, no, no.
- Don't let him shoot me. - Shut up!
Okay, okay, okay, here's what's gonna happen--
stabler, toss me your car keys,
me and him are gonna take the cash, we're gonna go for a ride.
Eddie, don't be an idiot.
No, this is my way!
It goes my way or his brains paint the wall!
- El, you got a shot? - Dead on.
You shoot, you're gonna hit me!
I swear, I'll kill him!
Eddie...It's over.
Now you got two seconds before it's final.
One...
Two...
Okay, okay! Okay, okay...
Drop the gun! Put it on the table.
Drop it! Eddie Skinner...
You're under arrest
for the murder of Annette fox.
You'll never be able to prove it.
Yeah? I'm betting this will.
Bullet on the left came from your gun.
One on the right's from Annette fox's head.
- So? - So...
The strike marks on the shell casings match.
That means you're going down for murder one.
That's life without parole.
Pop goes the weasel.
- Well, let's make a deal. - Well, what could you
possibly have that we'd want?
I can give you Luke Ronson for the rape of Annette.
Oh, nice try. Bye, Eddie.
How can you give us Luke for raping Annette?
He's full of it. Annette can't testify.
She already did, at the preliminary hearing.
And because Luke's attorney cross-examined her,
I can have Annette's testimony read to the jury.
You have enough to convict Luke of rape
even though Annette's dead?
It's a long shot... Unless I have corroboration.
Pop goes the weasel
what'll you give me for it?
A chance to see the light of day
without prison bars blocking the way.
If what you tell us leads to Luke's conviction.
Yeah, specifics?
Plead guilty to murder two and serve the Max--25 years.
You'll be old, but you'll be out.
You could do better than that.
Final offer.
Okay, okay. Okay.
Luke and I went out the night
we made the deal for me to harass Annette.
He told me all about the rape.
In very intimate detail.
How he got her into the back room...
How he drugged her...
How sweet it was when he slipped it to her.
Does that help?
Luke tell you to shoot Annette?
No, I smoked that bitch on my own.
She had it coming.
You got your deal.
Wait.
What now?
You drop it down to murder three,
I'll tell you an even juicier story.
And what's that?
Where I got the gun I used to shoot her.
Elliot, Olivia...
Good work getting Eddie for murder.
We're not here for a pat on the back.
- What's going on? - This.
I don't know what that is.
You sure about that, agent grier?
Eddie Skinner used that gun
to murder our rape victim, Annette fox.
And Eddie said he got it from you.
And you believed him? What, are you an idiot?
No, you gave a handgun to a known felon.
The guy is a lying weasel, you said so yourself!
Then explain why this gun
is one of the missing guns from short fuse.
"Short fuse?"
It was an undercover plan hatched last year
by some atf agents in laredo, Texas.
Weapons were given to Mexican arms smugglers,
hoping to track their movements to certain drug cartels.
Until one of the guns was used
to kill a border patrol agent.
It was a bad op.
It was a good op!
The only way we could figure out
how drug runners were getting their supplies.
Shortly after it all fell apart,
grier requested a transfer up here.
Of course he did, he was on the run.
So that's it, you scooped up the gun,
filed off the serial number
hoping no one would trace it back to you.
And a year later you pop up here.
Heat's died down, you got a new job...
And you give that to your c.I., Eddie.
He--he said he was gonna use it for protection.
Said there were people after him.
And you believed him?
Who's the idiot now?
The NYPD doesn't have informants?
Hey, we don't hand over weapons
that have a body count attached to them and hope for the best!
I don't know if you've noticed,
but we got a handgun problem in this country--
got too many of them in the hands of too many bad guys.
And obviously they're getting them from jackasses like you.
I didn't know he was gonna use it
to murder that woman. - Until he told you he did.
And that's why you let him clock you with that crowbar.
You wanted to make him and this gun disappear.
Please, you don't understand.
We understand, you son of a bitch.
You put Annette fox in that grave
just as sure as Eddie did.
Grier...
I need your weapon and your creds.
Put your hands behind your back.
You're gonna let them arrest me?
Oh, yes.
And shake their hands when they're finished.
Are you kidding me?
You're putting me in with Skinner?
Oh, yeah, like I wanna be stuck in here with you.
- Oh, shut up! - Too late, stupid.
I already told them all about you.
Hey! All of you, separate corners,
and behave yourselves. Should let you fight it out,
save the courts some trouble.
If you're here to save some souls,
I think those three are beyond help.
Actually, sister peg's doing
a different kind of work for the lord.
Check that out.
I found those hidden in someone else's locker
at the shelter, but that's Eddie's handwriting.
Annette's home and work addresses, places that she went.
And photos... Of her and Jenna.
Telephoto, huh?
Eddie's going down won't bring mom back,
but at least Jenna will get some closure.
You can tell her in person.
Front desk says Jenna's on her way up.
- Olivia. - I was just gonna call you.
- I, um, I heard you found my mother's killer.
- We did. - Who is it?
- His name is Eddie Skinner. He's a lifelong criminal.
Luke hired him to stalk your mother.
- And what about Luke? - We got him too.
His trial for raping your mother is back on.
- That's great. Where are they?
They're in our cage where they belong.
So that's him, right?
Yes. It is.
Well, who's he?
He's a federal agent.
He's the one who gave Eddie the gun.
You okay?
As okay as I'll ever be.
Thank you, Olivia.
You sure you're gonna be alright getting home?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Listen, you have my card.
If you need anything, promise me you'll call me.
How long till those idiots go to central booking?
Not soon enough.
Jenna! Jenna, stop!
Jenna! Jenna!
Drop the gun!
Jenna! Jenna, drop the gun!
- No! No! - Drop the gun!
No! Oh, no.
Enough!
Put the gun down.
That's it. Just put it down.
You crazy bitch.
I should've killed you with your mother.
Jenna!
No!
I just--I just bought it off the street.
It was easy.
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