Previously on Law & Order Special Victims Unit...
Bachelor party gone wrong.
Victim's an unidentified female.
Did you know she was 16?
May I ask what you were doing there
when you discovered the body?
I'm an escort. I get paid to go to parties.
Who is she working for?
She's one of Delia Wilson's top girls.
Till Ganzel took her away.
Delia Wilson is New York City's
most notorious madam.
Can you tell us about your escort agency?
It's a matchmaking service.
You've never been tempted?
- No. - Ah.
So why is Delia going after Ganzel?
He's got the hottest girls.
She's got the most high-powered client list.
Those girls have other clients.
Politicians, DAs, brass.
Delia started a war. He's striking back.
A former governor was murdered.
I'm not taking the fall for this.
You need to be careful.
Nobody knows how deep her hooks go.
This was slid under my apartment door.
When you were undercover. This is completely legit.
You know where this goes, Liv.
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.
Benson.
Captain.
So you people just don't get the big picture, do you?
Which is what?
Delia Wilson has the goods on everyone you work for.
We'll do our job. You do yours.
Right, you and your DA friend, Haden?
You're in this way over your head, sweetheart.
Walk away, little people.
Now watch yourself, Counselor.
Yeah. And you...
You think your marriage is rocky now, kiddo?
Just wait till your wife finds out
about you and your star witness.
You know, I've never asked you what you and Carissa
talked about that night in the strip club.
You checking my work?
Exley's had SVU in his sights since the Distasio case.
And if he did hear anything about me and Carissa,
it came from your buddy.
Cassidy wouldn't do that.
Right. I never asked you about David Haden.
And I knew from the get.
- Nick-- - You put it out there, not me.
I need some air. I'm gonna walk.
I tried to warn you.
I told you, everybody's got a skeleton.
In this investigation, they got taps on cops.
The DA's office--I mean, all the way up to Haden,
that self-righteous ass-hat.
Who else?
Is there anything I should know?
- Is it Cragen? - The captain?
No games.
Is he involved in this?
His name has come up on some lists.
You know... maybe he's involved.
Maybe he's being set up.
I really don't know, Liv.
I don't.
If I tell you what I know about the governor's death,
can you protect me?
What exactly are you trying to tell me?
Were you there?
You already know there's a war going on
between Ganzel and Delia.
Maggie got caught, the governor.
I think I'm next.
Look, we can protect you.
Come inside with me right now.
I'll take your statement--
Uh...
I think I should go. Um, this was a mistake.
Hey, Carissa.
Just take my card, at least.
Just call me if you need me.
Anytime.
It's late.
Long shift?
This is why I haven't been coming home.
You said we could talk tonight.
Amaro.
Uh, Carissa--
Wait, slow down.
Well, then, don't stay. Get out of there.
- Who's Carissa? - She's a witness.
You can talk to her, but you can't talk to me.
Look, I have to call you back.
What?
Just make your phone call.
Thank you for meeting me.
You left four messages at the precinct.
I figured it was important.
I feel like I can trust you.
I went to Detective Amaro earlier,
outside the police station.
I told him that I was afraid.
He said that he could protect me
if I went to a hotel with him.
Top pocket.
Leave the room.
Let's go, come on. Chop-chop.
Sweetheart?
Captain?
You forgot your keys.
Are you okay?
Okay.
It's okay.
I called 911. They're on their way.
I didn't touch a thing.
What the hell happened?
I have no idea.
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It's Carissa.
I woke up. She was dead.
Blood everywhere.
Liv, I don't remember how she got here.
Police.
In the bedroom.
Don't say anything until your lawyer gets here.
Detective Benson, Special Victims Unit.
It's not your case, Detective.
I need you to wait outside.
Captain Cragen,
did you know the victim?
Yes.
Carissa Gibson.
She was a witness in an SVU murder investigation.
I gotta go.
Captain, are you okay?
Yeah, just a little tense.
They have to get me to the hospital.
He needs to see a doctor. I'm going to ride with him.
I think you know better than that, Detective Benson.
Excuse me. You are...
Paula Foster, DA's Public Integrity Unit.
And this is my investigation, not SVU's.
Found this, Counselor, in the bathroom sink.
I was told that you were already on the crime scene
when officers arrived.
Did you see that knife? Touch anything?
I know better than that.
Then you know better than to interfere--
He's been my captain for 14 years.
I don't care. Whatever you two talked about,
you're gonna have to testify to at his Grand Jury.
He can take five, you can't.
I'm well aware of that.
So, anything you wanna tell me?
Yes.
He didn't do this.
So he doesn't remember
anything that happened last night?
Barely remembers the last few days.
He must've been drugged.
I mean, things could come back to him in pieces.
No, I mean, I called Captain's Endowment.
They're sending over counsel at least.
CSU said there's no sign of forced entry.
Maybe Carissa talked her way in.
Slipped him a roofie.
Slit her own throat.
Look, she... called me a few times last night.
She was anxious. She thought she was in someone's crosshairs.
Whose?
She didn't say.
But it turns out she had a right to be scared.
Of our captain? Seriously?
- I'm not saying that. - What are you saying?
He was drugged. We weren't there.
None of us knows what happened. You know what happened?
No, I don't know what happened, but I--
Detectives and officers, your attention.
Steven Harris-- I've been assigned
temporary captain of Special Victims.
First things first.
I know you're all concerned about Captain Cragen.
Here's the reality: SVU can't touch this.
What we can do is accept what we can't change
and go about our regular business.
Fair or not, eyes are going to be on us.
So I'm gonna need to see your memo books,
logs of every mile you drive--
Captain, no disrespect, but...
Here in SVU, we're--
we're used to a certain amount of autonomy.
I understand. But things have changed.
We're all going to have to adjust.
Yeah, I don't know where you've been--
Pretty much everywhere.
But this is a very different kind of squad.
I consider this to be one
of the department's elite squads.
I don't wanna see it broken up.
Okay. We got you, Captain.
Good.
While we're at it, last I checked
NYPD dress code is business attire.
I think this unit's got bigger issues than that.
Detectives, this is Paula Foster,
head of the DA's Public Integrity Unit.
Thank you, Captain.
As you've probably heard, I will be taking over
the Carissa Gibson murder investigation.
I am here to remind you that obstruction of justice
and tampering with evidence are crimes.
As you are potential witnesses, it's in your best interest
not to discuss this case with each other,
or with anyone else.
Not even the press?
You will be asked in the Grand Jury
who you spoke with, and when,
and I will be questioning all of you
about your relationship with the suspect.
And the victim.
I will expect your full cooperation.
Counselor. A word?
Walk me out.
We got a call.
From security at the Park Milano Hotel.
In-house masseur claims a celebrity guest
grabbed the masseur's genitals
while requesting a "reverse massage."
Who's got this?
Detectives Finn and Munch.
Sergeant Munch.
Thank you for volunteering, Sergeant.
SVU has been investigating a war
between Delia Wilson and Bart Ganzel.
I'm more than up to speed on that.
And our take is that Cragen is the latest casualty.
He's been set up.
Maybe. But my concern is the optics.
I have to reassure the city and the mayor
that no one is above the law, not even your captain.
He didn't kill anyone.
If that's true, we'll find out.
But he's got blood on his hands.
And everyone else is going to be figuring out
how to score points or cover their ass.
Including you?
I've been running Public Integrity for seven years,
and you've never heard of me.
I don't like publicity.
I like my job.
I'm not gunning for anything.
Fair enough.
And I know, no matter what Captain Harris says,
you are not going to stay away from this.
Listen, I'm not gonna interfere with your--
Don't even try.
All I ask:
Whatever you find, tell me.
You know people in the DA's office.
Vet me all you want.
I'm no one's friend,
but I have everyone's respect.
I will.
And I'm asking you, before you rush to judgment,
to vet my captain.
I'm going to meet him right now.
I'll need photos of these scratches.
You can turn around now, Captain.
And remove your gown.
And I'll need you to drop your shorts.
You need anything else? Some food?
I'd like my own clothes.
I'll pick you up some more things.
You know, your apartment's a crime scene.
Counselor, I've been a cop since before you were born.
I know the damn rules.
Sorry to keep you waiting, I...
had a personal emergency.
My daughter.
Not a problem.
Okay.
Then let's begin.
Can you ID yourself for me, please?
Captain Donald Cragen, commanding officer
of Manhattan's Special Victims Unit.
And let's start with Monday night.
According to your phone records,
you called Carissa Gibson at 9:50.
Yes, she had left some messages for me
at the squad room.
And the nature of your conversation?
She said she had some information
about Governor Fletcher's murder.
Asked if she could meet me at a diner in my neighborhood.
Do you often meet female witnesses in restaurants
late at night?
No.
Did it occur to you to ask
a female officer to go with you?
She said it had to be just me, alone.
I see.
Had you ever talked to her before?
Not personally, no.
My detectives did.
Why do you think she called you?
Well, gee, in hindsight, I'm gonna say,
I think she was setting me up.
Captain Cragen meant no offense.
As you can imagine, he's under stress.
When you met Carissa, what did she tell you
about the former governor's murder?
Nothing I remember.
And you had drinks, so we'll be interviewing the bartender.
He was a waiter. I had a tea.
So you do remember something.
Once more.
What did you talk about?
She claimed one of my detectives
had been inappropriate with her.
And who was that?
I'll need his name, Captain.
Nick Amaro. But I didn't believe a word she said.
Cragen's been set up,
and we're chasing celebrity crotch grabbers.
Hey, were you here when Cassidy was around?
Me? I've been here since the dawn of time.
He was my partner. You can trust him.
Right. But the reason I ask is, I was invited
to Public Integrity for questioning
about Carissa's murder, and I'm wondering
who put me on that short list?
You spoke to her that night. They're gonna be all over you.
What are you saying?
Nothing, man. Take it easy, will you, Nick?
Look, Munch...
There may be more between Cassidy and Carissa
than he lets on.
Hey. I'll see what I can find out.
All right, kid?
Cassidy. Cassidy, you look exactly the same.
No, I don't.
- You look good, Johnny. - No, I don't.
Hey, Liv.
So how's the captain?
Keeping it together.
We're trying to figure out why Carissa went to see him.
Do you think she knows something about the governor's murder?
My working theory? She did it.
For Ganzel?
I don't have proof, but that night
she wasn't at the loft, and Ganzel,
he was acting real squirrely, even for him.
Any way he cleaned house? Took Carissa out?
Nah-ah, no way. Not a chance. Zero.
I mean, he was genuinely in love with her.
He's a wreck.
Okay. Who did it?
My money's on Delia.
Look. She frames Cragen, hurts Ganzel...
It's a twofer.
The other night you said that Cragen's name
came up on the wiretap.
Is he one of the targets on your undercover op?
No.
And don't ask me who is.
You know I can't discuss Cragen's case with you.
Don't walk away and make me read this.
Off the record.
His tox screen showed a high concentration of alcohol.
Captain hasn't had a drink in 20 years.
They had to dope him.
You checked for scopolamine?
And everything else.
What about Georgia Home Boy? GHB would've knocked him out.
And 10 hours later, wouldn't leave a trace.
All I can confirm is what did leave a trace.
Cragen's DNA under the victim's fingernails,
his prints on the knife, and her saliva on his penis.
All that proves is whoever set him up
knew what they were doing.
Hey, how about if I'm the dragon this time, huh?
No, daddy, you're the prince.
I don't have blue eyes.
You have a visitor.
You must be Zara.
All right, honey, come on.
Here you go.
Yeah, it's time to put on your jammies, huh?
- Good night, daddy. - Your daughter's lovely.
You don't talk about my daughter.
- I'm here to help you. - You don't look at her--
You're a straight-up guy.
If you were a cop who crosses the line, I'd know.
I don't care what you know. You don't come to my house.
You are being played by Ganzel and Cassidy.
Not the first ex-cop to work both sides against the middle.
Your captain? They have him in a vise.
He'll throw you over if he has to.
Now you can go.
Now.
Go.
Officially, SVU is not allowed to investigate this.
Unofficially, we are on this 24/7.
They got me. They went after Amaro.
I'd back away.
No, you wouldn't.
We're going to figure out who set you up.
It's my fault.
I let my guard down.
They were looking for a weak link.
Do I have to give you the "You are a victim,
don't blame yourself" speech?
Because I will.
What?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Thanks.
It's my so-called lawyer.
Breaking news.
In the wake of the exploding NYPD
prostitution murder scandal,
Police Commissioner Andrew Brady has just stepped down.
The mayor accepted the commissioner's resignation,
stating that recent events had cast a pall over the department.
Quoting now: "Everyone in this city needs to know
that the NYPD is above reproach."
We'll continue to follow this story as it unfolds.
Step aside, Detective.
Come on, is that really necessary?
It's okay, Liv.
Donald Cragen, you're under arrest
for murder in the first degree.
He'll come down voluntarily.
You know that the press is camped out front.
We do. We'll go around the back.
I'll call your lawyer and have him meet you there.
That's enough.
Donald Cragen, on the charge of murder in the first degree,
how do you plead?
Not guilty.
People on bail?
We request remand. He has motive to flee.
Your Honor, Captain Cragen
is a decorated 30-year veteran of the NYPD
with an impeccable reputation.
With all due respect, given Captain Cragen's
extensive ties to overseas law enforcement,
we believe he's a flight risk.
This is political grandstanding, Your Honor.
You're not helping your client, young man.
The defendant is remanded to solitary confinement
at Rikers.
They won't let him out on bail?
The mayor's playing hardball.
Yeah. Well, we should too. He was set up.
We just got to push until somebody talks.
Cassidy thinks that Delia's behind it.
That's possible, or it's possible
Cassidy's protecting Ganzel.
Bart Ganzel?
You barge in here while my client is sitting shiva?
Have you no shame?
I'm sure he wants to figure out who murdered Carissa
just as much as we do.
Sorry for your loss.
We already told the DA's investigators
everything we know.
And then they arrested your captain.
Ganzel, you're a smart man,
you know we had nothing to do with it.
Well, you know what I've found?
You think you know people until you don't.
Yeah? When's the last time you saw Carissa?
We made love that afternoon.
She was so warm.
Alive.
I still can't believe she's not gonna walk
through that door any minute.
Did she seem upset about anything?
No. She was good at masking pain.
She knew I loved to see her smile.
'Cause the night Carissa died,
she contacted an SVU detective
and she called our captain.
You know why she would do that?
What she was worried about?
In hindsight, she may have realized
Delia was coming after her.
Why would Delia go after her?
'Cause Carissa was the most precious thing in my life.
I was a threat to Delia's empire.
The commissioner's son's bachelor party,
Delia slipped that underage girl in with my escorts,
then killed her-- set me up.
And you got back at Delia by killing the former governor,
right-- her four-star client?
Delia probably killed him herself.
Made it look like my client's revenge.
I wouldn't underestimate her.
You got proof?
Common sense.
She's facing criminal charges.
And there's nothing more dangerous
than a trapped whoremonger.
She gets back at me.
Kills the love of my life.
Frames your captain.
Delia Wilson didn't get where she is by playing nice.
Ms. Foster, how's your daughter?
Is she doing any better?
She's fine. Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
You said your client's ready to make a deal.
- Let's hear it. - Yeah.
Does Detective Benson need to be here?
I invited her.
Well, the reason I ask is because
we're coming forward today with some sensitive information
about her captain.
You haven't set him up enough?
Proof that Carissa Gibson wasn't the first escort
that Cragen has been with.
He didn't tell you, did he?
Those aren't probative of misconduct,
and they could've been photoshopped.
Please, feel free to authenticate.
They're yours to keep.
You have any credit card receipts?
Any phone records, emails?
He used pay phones and paid with cash.
And we can provide sworn affidavits
detailing Cragen's deviant sexual proclivities,
such as choking, restraints, knife playing.
I'm not listening to this.
Wait, just hold on a second.
What do you want?
I just want this nightmare to end.
You have one charge of third-degree prostitution
against my client.
Drop it in exchange for her testimony
against an SVU captain who abused escorts
and ended up murdering one.
And Maggie Murphy? The first victim?
That case just goes away?
Ah, yes, the bachelor party.
Sorry to see the commissioner resign.
We know that you have evidence implicating Anya Solar.
Good luck getting the enlightened nation of Colombia
to extradite her.
Anya trusts me.
I can get her here.
In exchange for Ms. Wilson's immunity on the murder charge.
Get Ms. Solar on US soil, then we'll talk.
Ms. Foster, you don't have any chips.
We do.
Call me when you're ready to bid.
You wouldn't really play ball with them, would you?
That son of a bitch, Exley, pretending to care
about my daughter?
Sarah's nine. She was born with Lobstein syndrome,
her bones are like glass.
She's fragile, but brave.
I'm sorry. That must be really hard.
I know what Delia Wilson is.
But sex trafficking, extortion, three murders?
We might have to make a devil's deal on this.
And, cone of silence, I have confirmation on some
of her allegations against your captain.
I don't know about you, but I could use a drink.
I'm fine. Confirmation on what?
Wiretaps.
We've had Ganzel under surveillance for three years.
Brian Cassidy is my UC.
I know you guys go back. I figured you'd find out.
Cassidy never said a word.
There is something else
that you should know.
David Haden.
He came up on the wiretaps.
We learned you two were involved.
Okay.
So now what?
Well, it leaves you both vulnerable.
Yes.
Technically, I should report it, but...
I don't know that that needs to come out.
Another name keeps popping up.
Amaro.
What's your gut on him?
Amaro is good police.
The night Carissa Gibson was killed,
she told your Captain Amaro came on to her.
Not a chance.
He's been under stress.
You were there--he and his wife had a public fight
in the squad room.
He wouldn't hit on Carissa,
and he certainly didn't kill her.
I know you're loyal to your partner.
You're loyal to your captain.
But, objectively,
any other guy found in bed with a dead hooker,
his prints on the knife, her saliva on his genitals--
I understand that. I get it.
The optics.
We're past that.
He's the prime suspect.
You think you know him.
But people lead double lives.
Everybody has secrets. I do.
You do.
Now we know your captain does.
And there's no way that he did this.
Then it's one hell of a setup.
If he didn't invite her in, someone sent her there.
Someone? You mean Delia?
Carissa's engaged to Ganzel.
How would Delia get to her?
Ganzel poached Delia's other escorts.
Maybe he poached Carissa too.
Delia's booker, Iris...
She might know if Carissa worked for Delia before.
Is she the one who's testifying against Delia
on the prostitution charge?
Take a run at her.
How you holding up?
I miss my daughters.
Well, it's best that they stay out of town.
You can join them, after the Grand Jury.
It's only one more day.
And then Delia magically forgives me?
I saw what she did to your captain.
You think Delia had something to do with this?
I'm not testifying about that.
You don't have to testify.
What we're trying to figure out, though, is, um...
how Carissa is involved in all of this.
She ever worked for Delia?
When Carissa first got to town, she was Delia's girl.
And the governor's, every Tuesday night.
So, you're saying if Carissa showed up
at his townhouse, he would've let her in?
So Carissa kills the former governor.
Delia kills Carissa for payback.
Like I said, I am not testifying about that.
And after the Grand Jury, I want witness protection
for me and my daughters.
We'll talk to the DA.
Get some rest, okay?
We'll see you in the morning.
How you holding up?
We're going to get you out of here.
Everybody's surviving without me.
Barely.
I appreciate you saying that.
Captain, you were a mark from the beginning.
They're putting it out there that you're one
of Delia's clients-- that's not true.
I have exposure here.
I don't understand.
After I went undercover as a John with Lena,
I realized how lonely I was.
How happy it made me just to have somebody nice
to talk to.
So you used a matchmaking service
or a dating site.
Please.
It just seemed simpler.
You pay. You have somebody to talk to.
There's no strings, no pressure.
Companionship, Liv.
I swear, that's all it was.
A few dates.
I slipped.
And then I came to my senses.
You got to get in front of this.
Tell your lawyer.
Why?
I finally got Zara to sleep.
Expecting any visitors tonight?
I told you.
That won't happen again.
Look, they're bringing me in to, uh, testify
in that escort's murder, Carissa.
She's the one who called me Monday night.
- Nick-- - Now look, I want you to know--
Nick, please stop.
I wanna talk about things.
I'm sorry.
What?
I'm moving.
To DC.
You're what?
This has nothing to do with you
and whatever happened with that woman--
Nothing happened.
It doesn't matter, Nick. Doesn't matter.
Okay, I'm--I'm tired of waiting around
for you to make time for us.
So why don't we just--
take a little break?
Yeah, who's in DC?
- No one, okay? - Yeah.
I just--I took a communications post
with the Pentagon.
Zara and I are going to stay with my folks.
- Zara. - Mm-hmm.
No, she's our daughter. My daughter.
I've been away from her for too long. I'm sorry.
She knew we were coming at 10:00.
Did you see Iris today?
I got here at 8:00.
No one in or out since then.
Maybe she's in the can.
And the house was watched all night?
No, she wasn't under 24/7.
If there was a sector car in the neighborhood,
they did a drive-by.
Iris?
You in there?
Iris?
Oh, dear Lord.
It's too late.
She's gone.
Not a chance.
Iris was a little depressed, she was anxious, but...
She was not suicidal.
All she wanted was to be with her daughters.
If force was used, the bruising would've shown
post-mortem.
Tox screen clean?
Alcohol and Xanax in her system,
which she could've taken herself.
Or somebody could've slipped it to her.
Waited for her to pass out and, you know--
slit her wrists.
There'd be no signs of force.
If you have reason to be paranoid,
that could be a possible scenario.
Yes. We have reason.
Okay, so just don't rule it as suicide yet,
keep it open, pending investigation, please.
You're waiving your right to counsel?
I don't need a lawyer.
Okay, then, Detective.
According to cell records, there were three calls made
between you and Carissa Gibson on the night she was murdered.
What were those about?
Well, she...
was all over the place. She...
Actually, so are you.
I'm going to need you to sit down.
For the camera.
The first call lasted seven minutes.
Yeah, she, uh...
She said she felt trapped, and she wanted out and...
She wasn't making sense.
And she called you back a few minutes later
for only 20 seconds.
Yeah, I had to get off the call.
And why is that?
It's a personal matter.
One minute later, you called her back.
Yes. But she didn't pick up.
Detective Amaro,
how would you describe your relationship
with Carissa Gibson?
She's a witness in the murder investigation
of Maggie Murphy.
When was the last time you saw her?
Earlier that night.
And she said she had information.
I said I couldn't help her unless she came in
and made a statement.
Were there any witnesses to this encounter?
Well, she approached me in the precinct parking lot.
So there were other officers around.
But nobody heard you two.
Probably not, no.
Did you discuss personal matters?
No.
Did you touch her physically?
Wait, what?
No, no-- who told you that?
Did you suggest that the two of you go to a hotel?
Wait, who-- who are you getting this from?
Cassidy?
So you maintain that your behavior with her
never crossed a line?
Tell me who said that!
I'm a married man. I've never even looked
at another woman. You understand that?
I do, Detective. Sit down, please.
Are you happy now?
Got what you wanted out of me, Counselor?
So Iris is found dead an hour before she's gonna testify
against Delia Wilson?
And Warner does not rule it murder?
Delia only hires the best.
No forced entry, no bruising--
No witness, no prostitution case.
I mean, it's pretty brazen.
Maggie Murphy, then Carissa. Now Iris.
- We better watch our backs. - Hey.
Thought we were meeting at noon.
Um, we feel that you should sit this one out.
What is this? Huh?
You don't trust me?
No, it's not that.
You made contact with Carissa that night.
You're a witness.
- So that's a yes? - No one's saying that.
- You really think I hit on her? - No.
So what next? I tracked her and the captain
and slit her throat-- is that what you're thinking?
Take it easy, all right?
This is all coming from Cassidy, isn't it?
- You got him all wrong. - Oh, yeah. Do I?
- Yeah. - I did some digging.
He's not assigned to Vice.
And IAB doesn't work UCs three years.
We don't even know who the hell this guy's working for!
Cassidy is good police.
All of you have blinders on!
This isn't the same kid you worked with 13 years ago.
Look, I've been there. I've worked UC.
This guy's been in too long.
He's infatuated with Ganzel.
He's in that world, with that much temptation.
I'm telling you, he's crossed over!
Nick. Nick!
We're doing this for the captain
and you.
Now go home to be with your wife and daughter.
I'll keep you posted. All right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'll do that.
Benson.
What?
I--I'm on my way.
- What now? - That was Foster.
Anya Solar, the last possible witness
against Delia Wilson, was killed last night
in a car accident outside Cartagena.
Okay, I'm gonna be right back, guys.
She has physical therapy every day.
I try to be with her whenever I can.
Thanks for meeting me here.
Oh, of course.
So we lose Anya and Iris in one day.
The embassy believes Anya's car was run off a cliff
by a cement mixer.
Local police insist it was an accident.
I can't get the report.
Delia's muscle really goes that far?
In Cartagena, that's a small favor.
Fake accident. Fake suicide.
She's cleaning house.
Not to mention framing my captain for Carissa's murder.
That one I'm still a little murky on.
Let's take it back a step.
You told me that Carissa used to be
the governor's favorite.
Yeah, back when she worked for Delia.
And Ganzel knew this.
So he sent Carissa to kill the governor
and out Delia as a madam.
Look, Delia must have figured out that Carissa did the hit.
Maybe she blackmails her to drug Cragen.
And then double-crosses her?
There's motive there on all three.
Did Iris have any idea who Delia uses to do her wet work?
If she did, she took it with her.
But Cassidy told me that Delia sent goons in
to threaten Ganzel.
Ganzel? Good luck getting him to ID them for us.
Yeah, but we have to try.
My captain is sitting in jail.
Ganzel trusts Cassidy.
Maybe he and I can work him.
This is a three-year operation.
Cassidy's extremely vulnerable.
I don't want to put him in jeopardy.
Neither do I.
Yeah, there was physical evidence
that could ID these goons.
Can you get it?
Not without Ganzel finding out.
Look, I'm on thin ice as it is, all right?
How many times can I tell this guy
he needs to cooperate with my former employers, huh?
Cragen is in Rikers, and Delia put him there.
I know I look like a dumb cop, all right?
I get it, trust me.
But what I don't get is even if Ganzel
IDs Delia's bad boys, why would they flip, hmm?
One step at the time.
Tell Ganzel it's too hot for him
to go after Delia himself.
I'll see what I can do, all right?
But, Liv, you got to keep your partner out of this one.
Those tight-wound cops,
they're the ones you got to look out for.
I gotta bounce. Hot date.
Where's Benson been all day?
She and Munch had a court appearance.
Uh-huh. Our friends at One PP
are under the misapprehension that some of you
have been investigating Iris Peterson's death.
She's the main witness against Delia Wilson.
How is that not Special Victims?
I admire your initiative and your loyalty.
I don't see a lot of either.
Welcome to SVU.
But we have to stick to our assigned cases.
As of this morning, three more massage therapists
have come forward, claiming our celebrity,
mister "X," made unwanted grabs.
There's a witness on his way up.
You two take his statement.
I trust you'll treat him with respect.
And where the hell is Amaro?
Come on, mom, eat.
It's sweet and sour. It's your favorite.
I'll swell up like a balloon.
Would you stop it, please? You look beautiful.
Hey.
We need to talk.
Can it wait until I finish eating dinner with my mom?
I apologize, Mrs. Cassidy, but, uh,
I need to borrow your son for a few minutes.
You boys do what you have to.
I'll be right back.
Where do you think you get off, pal, huh?
Who the hell are you working for?
- What? Whoa, whoa-- - You're not NYPD.
You on Ganzel's payroll or working backdoor for Delia?
Hey, back it up, Ricky Ricardo.
You don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Tell me who you're working for, or I'll shoot you!
I'll kill you right now.
Hey, put that thing down, all right?
- You don't wanna do this. - Oh, yeah. Actually, I do.
The whole restaurant just saw you.
Who are you working for?
Look... Amaro...
I think we got off on the wrong foot here.
Man, shut up!
I don't like you, I don't trust you.
Just tell me who you're working for.
You know I can't do that!
I can't tell you who I report to.
All right? You know that!
I'm UC. I'm investigating Ganzel
and all the people that he has on the take:
Vice, DAs, NYPD white shirts.
That's good, sweetheart.
It's stuck on something.
Get down. You'll hurt yourself.
I loved Carissa too.
But perhaps work would take your mind off of your grief.
Shiva, Barry, means seven days.
I've been at it for four.
I got it.
Son of a bitch.
Let that go to voicemail.
Carissa.
Right. Carissa.
Look, she calls me that night.
Okay? She's hysterical.
She says that you were inappropriate with her.
Frankly, right now, I kind of see how she got that impression.
She lied. I never touched her.
Well, then, you missed out, m'ijo.
She had a real thing for cops.
Did you tell Ganzel what she said?
It never came up.
But after, Carissa--
she calls Ganzel on his private cell, right?
I don't even have that number.
And after that, Ganzel tells me he's worried about her.
Says that she sounded a little jinky.
Is that when Ganzel told you to keep an eye on her?
- Follow her? - What?
What are you saying? What--
- What, you think I killed her? - It wasn't Cragen.
'Course it wasn't Cragen.
Cragen got set up real good.
And so did she.
Right, and your boss sent her to Cragen.
Look, my money--
my money's on Delia.
Carissa was Ganzel's girl.
Carissa was everybody's girl!
All right?
Grow up!
So Delia blackmails her into setting up Cragen and me.
You were just a cover story, man. All right?
You were an excuse for her to work Cragen.
Then Delia double-crosses her.
Delia double-crosses everybody.
Cassidy's working on Ganzel to cooperate.
If he IDs Delia's thugs, then--
He won't!
And Delia is too smart to hire guys who will roll over.
Maybe not. I mean, there's got to be somebody
we've got leverage on.
There was: Iris. Delia took care of her.
Don't forget Anya Solar.
- Munch, not helping. - Yeah, but he's right.
Five murders, and the only person being charged is me.
She's good.
We're not giving up, Captain.
Try and stay positive.
I don't need slogans, Rollins.
Just get me out of here.
When's the last time you talked to Cassidy?
Yesterday. We wanted him to get Ganzel to cooperate--why?
One of the bugs in Ganzel's loft went dead last night.
I left a signal for Cassidy, and haven't heard from him.
Can you try and find him?
I will, yeah.
Coming.
Olivia. What's up?
What's up?
Mm.
You tell me.
What, you want to see my memo book?
We've lost contact with Cassidy.
I talked to his mother, she said that you were
the last person that he was seen with.
- I needed some answers. - Yeah?
Is that why you locked him in the men's room?
It turns out he was holding back about Carissa.
He told me she and Ganzel had a private cell.
Ganzel was the last person she spoke to that night.
And he just volunteered this?
Yeah.
- Once I put a gun to his head. - What?
You kidding me?
I'm sorry. Nick, let's take it outside.
I don't want to wake up your family.
No, they're-- they're not here.
Maria, she accepted a job in DC.
Took Zara with her.
But it's--it's temporary.
Nick, I'm so sorry.
It's late, and...
I need to try to sleep.
And show up tomorrow.
- Freeze! - Whoa, whoa!
Whoa, hey, hey! Boss, it's me.
- What the hell? - Get down. Hands up.
Really? How about one or the other, boss, huh?
Cassidy, you scared the piss out of me.
What the hell are you talking about?
You called me.
Where have you been?
Taking care of business. I brought you Chinese food.
Give me that.
What do you need, hmm?
The way Delia got to Iris and Carissa,
she's always one step ahead, she's got spies.
Hey, boss, you got to calm down here.
Bugs. Bugs.
The loft! You gotta check it.
A bug sweep. Every inch, chop-chop.
They spent the whole day, boss, and they can't tell
just from these little things where they're transmitting to.
You know, we should've left them on.
Whoever planted these things is going to know
that we're on to them.
No, I need privacy in my own home.
And who the hell did plant them?
I hired you to provide security.
I get that you're upset, boss, okay?
I get that.
But a lot of people come through this loft.
It could've been anybody, all right?
One of Delia's girls.
How long where they in operation?
I don't know.
You don't know who, how or when.
What do you know?
Whoa. You either trust me or you don't, huh?
You're right. I'm just--
Carissa was my rock.
Hey, look.
There's no time to wallow here, okay?
If NYPD planted those bugs, then we need to get in front of it.
I'm out on the same limb you are, right?
I'll call them.
Where's your counsel, Ms. Wilson?
I had to let Mr. Exley go, Your Honor.
After he posted bond, he seemed to misunderstand
the nature of our relationship.
As I have no financial resources to hire another attorney,
I'll be representing myself.
If this is another delaying tactic--
Not at all.
In light of the tragic suicide of Iris Peterson,
I'd like to file a motion to dismiss.
The state doesn't have a shred of evidence
to support the charges against me.
Does the DA's office still have a case, Ms. Foster?
Yes, Your Honor. We're holding a material witness
to several violent crimes orchestrated by Delia Wilson,
including what we intend to prove
was the murder of Iris Peterson.
I run a matchmaking business.
These strong-arm tactics are the DA's attempt
to blackmail me into revealing the names of my clients.
We're pursuing a charge of homicide.
The ME's report ruling the circumstances
of Iris Peterson's death undetermined,
pending investigation.
Which I'll be retaining my own experts to refute.
The ME, Melinda Warner, has a personal relationship
with accused murderer Captain Donald Cragen,
which has biased her findings.
Retain away, Ms. Wilson. That's your prerogative.
But I'm not dismissing these charges.
I've assured my boss that SVU plays clean.
If my man Cassidy tells me to have faith in you detectives,
I have faith.
Our only agenda is to prove
that Delia killed Iris Peterson.
No offense, sweetheart, but if you could nail me too,
- you would. - Watch yourself.
He meant that as a compliment, Detective.
Now, if we could, let's cut to the chase.
Well, we understand Delia sent some thugs around
to threaten you.
What can you tell us?
It was a couple months ago.
Three goons, thick necks, big guns.
They took baseball bats to my TVs, my artwork.
Called them "PBS sticks."
"Pimp, Be Smart." It's a catchy acronym.
The geniuses forgot one bat.
I got here after they left.
I bagged anything they might have touched.
You'll probably find a print.
Hello? This is why I keep ex-NYPD on my payroll.
New York's finest.
Why didn't you call the police?
We didn't want to bother NYPD
with such a trivial matter.
But now we're talking murder.
I read Iris had two daughters. Heartbreaking.
Well, we'll need the bat, and we'll also need you
to testify at the Grand Jury.
Testifying against Delia Wilson
will put my client at considerable risk.
The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward.
Bart Ganzel thinks he's gonna get full immunity?
He wants us to throw out three years of wiretaps?
- Screw him. - Hold on.
He needs something to restore his faith in Cassidy.
Counselor.
What do you suggest, detectives?
Okay, so the first murder, right?
Maggie Murphy at the bachelor party.
Now, we know that was Delia and Anya setting Ganzel up.
So give him a pass on that, before Delia catches wind
that Ganzel's cooperating.
Okay, I get it, detectives.
Let's just hope Ganzel has something real.
We matched three sets of prints.
Two of Delia's thugs skipped
an hour before the DA's investigators got there.
But the third one had packed his bags,
told his wife he was flying down to Mexico City,
but instead spent the night with his little side piece
at some hot-sheet airport motel,
where he was arrested this morning.
Sans culottes? Beautiful.
- And his lover's talking? - Not yet.
Well, there's one way to up the pressure.
Ganzel's good IDing this guy?
Yeah. The emperor just needs a minute.
He's been a little itchy lately.
He found bugs, Cassidy.
You need to end this.
Liv, I put in three years.
I'm not pulling out now.
You want to help me?
You tell your idiot partner to keep it in his pants.
I already did. Look, he's under a lot of pressure.
And I'm not? Come on, Liv.
Ganzel goes on a paranoid coke binge,
and butch boy pulls a gun on me with my mom--
It's taken care of.
Something going on between you two, Liv?
- Don't be an ass. - Do you two need a room?
No, we're all good. Let's roll, boss.
Cassidy, you drive with Ganzel.
- I'll follow. - You don't trust me to show up?
NYPD, they get a little anxious.
Hey. Hey, moron. Get away from the car.
Police! Stop! Police!
Hey do you hear me? I said back up.
- Or what? - Stop! NYPD!
You don't want to do that, pal.
You back off, or I'll shoot him.
- Not--not necessary. - Stop!
Drop the gun!
You drop your gun!
Get back against the pole.
- Put the gun down. - You put yours down.
Police! Don't move!
Police! Don't shoot! I'm on the job!
Don't move! Both of you, drop it!
- No, I'm on the job! - I said freeze!
- I'm a cop. I'm on the job. - Police! Police! On the job.
Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
Liv, get b-- Liv, get back!
No! No!
Cassidy, Cassidy.
10-13, 10-13, officer down, officer down.
Vandam and Varick.
A PO was shot.
Cassidy. Oh, my God.
Call a bus!
Stay with me, Cassidy, okay?
You hang in there.
We're gonna be there soon, okay?
- We lost him. - Do something.
Clear.
- Liv, you okay? - Cassidy got hit, twice.
What the hell happened?
He got shot by a uni, some rookie.
Did Cassidy ID himself?
- Yes, but the uni must've panicked or--
- Or what? What? - I don't know.
IAB wants your statement.
They should question the shooter first.
They need to talk to you too.
After I see how he's doing.
When Cassidy and I worked together, we had this, uh...
moment.
I didn't handle it well.
That was a long time ago.
He probably doesn't hold that against you.
No, he probably does.
Bullet missed the artery, but it got the spleen.
He's still in surgery.
But he's gonna pull through.
Doctors are like cops.
They don't like to make promises.
- Harris. - I want to see my man.
Detective Benson, how's he doing? Gonna be okay?
They're doing the best they can.
I'll make some calls.
I know people, cardiologists.
Get a second opinion, whatever he needs.
Private room, the best.
I want to take care of him.
That's very generous of you.
I'm out of my mind here. Those--
those punks.
Cassidy took a bullet for me.
The guy's ex-NYPD, gets shot by his own team.
What's that about?
I don't know, but I can promise you
- we're gonna find out. - That's good.
He's got all of you on his side still.
That's loyalty.
Benson.
IAB wants to see you now.
They said it's good if I come along.
Look, I, uh, I don't need anybody
to hold my hand, so...
Not your call.
That's the shooter. Who is she?
Alana Gonzalez. Two years with the 11th.
Clean sheet. First time firing her weapon.
Yeah, and her last. It was a bad shooting.
My job, not yours.
Tell him what you saw.
Two male blacks, one younger, one older, bald.
The young one bolts. I give chase.
The older one pulls his weapon on Ganzel.
Cassidy draws his gun.
Did you see the officers arrive?
I caught a glimpse.
And the radio car, I must say, arrived exceptionally fast.
So Cassidy's gun was drawn.
Did they tell him to freeze?
He shouted, "I'm on the job."
I came running back, arms up, screaming,
"Don't shoot. Don't shoot."
And Gonzalez shot Cassidy twice at point-blank range.
Did you see him freeze?
I can't swear to that, but I know that--
Gonzalez and her partner both claim
they were in imminent danger.
Well, they're lying.
I mean, those guys just happened
to be breaking into Ganzel's car
right when we come down?
The cops arrive that fast. Are you kidding me?
Benson, just let IAB do their investigation.
Did you interview the car thieves?
No, the kid you caught lawyered up.
Oh, well, I wonder who's paying.
Did you check the officers' financials?
Huh?
Can we have the room?
You're gonna let IAB handle this?
That's the protocol. They'll piece it together.
If this was a setup--
If?
Both officers used the phrase "Imminent danger."
They're being coached.
Okay. So you say that these rookie cops
were paid to kill one of our own.
I'm saying that Ganzel made Cassidy.
He set him up.
Timeline makes sense.
That kid you caught, young?
Barely shaving.
Maybe IAB isn't the way to go.
They said I had a visitor.
I know you?
That guy that got shot, he's a friend of the family.
Yo, I ain't have nothing to do with that.
I know, you were just trying
to steal some wheels, Hasdrubal.
But you know how NYPD and DOC get
when one of our own gets shot.
Yeah, I'm starting to find that out.
Yo, I swear, I didn't know he was a cop.
Just do yourself a favor.
Tell me what you did know.
That punk Hasdrubal told me he just started working
for that car theft ring.
That morning, he got a tip to stand by for a Rolls.
Hey.
Look, you either trust me, or you don't.
Sit down, Nick. Come on.
Yeah.
How's Cassidy?
He's sedated,
but he's out of critical condition.
That could've been you that got shot.
I mean, we all got to watch each other's backs.
So this shooting, it was a setup?
Hasdrubal got a "Go" call
two minutes before Cassidy stepped outside
from this number, a no-name cell.
And I'm betting that Officer Gonzalez
got the same "Go" call right after that one.
So the night Carissa was killed,
she called Nick, she called the squad room,
and she called Cassidy once.
But there was a number that we couldn't trace.
Bingo. Number matches the "Go" call.
Well, Cassidy told me Carissa called Ganzel that night
on his private cell.
You want to bet that's it?
Ganzel set up his own carjacking.
He made both of those calls
when Cassidy and I were waiting for him.
So these rookies, they give anything to IAB?
What do you think?
Friendly fire, that's bad enough.
But a prearranged hit on a UC?
We're on our own.
That's gotta be her.
Officer Gonzalez?
Can we talk to you for a minute?
I'm with my sister.
Well, we can do this here,
or we can take a walk.
Are you with IAB? I already spoke--
No, we've got some bad news.
The cop you shot, he died.
I told IAB I didn't know he was a cop.
Then you're the only one who didn't.
This was a hit.
One of the car thieves told us everything.
Those two pieces of crap.
Of course they're gonna say cops did it.
You're facing a murder charge on a fellow officer.
I should call my PBA delegate.
Yeah, do that. They really like cop killers.
Because you crossed a line here, Officer.
I don't know if you understand
exactly where you are right now.
You pulled the trigger.
Look, Alana, we know this wasn't your idea.
You really wanna take all the weight?
Cuantos anos tu tienes?
Veinticuatro?
Your life would be over.
Buena suerte.
Wait!
So after roll call,
Gonzalez's sergeant, Ted Koundak, pulls her aside.
He says, "We have a tip on a car ring."
He shows her Cassidy's photo,
he says that he's armed and dangerous,
and that if she takes him out, she'll get her shield.
And Gonzalez believed him?
Well, we left out two things.
Koundak is her rabbi, and she's sleeping with him.
That I believe.
So this Sergeant Koundak,
his name ever come up on the wiretaps?
I'd have to check.
It was three years.
Cassidy's out of the woods. Go see if he can make him.
Ted Koundak, that schmuck.
He used to hang around a little bit, you know.
He had a thing for Spanish girls.
Are you gonna tell me that he paid that chick
to put two bullets in me?
Ganzel called in a favor.
- Ganzel? - Yeah.
But Ganzel paid for these flowers.
He paid for this room.
Cassidy...
- Ow. Ow. - Ganzel made you.
You okay?
Yeah, but I mean, can you blame the guy?
I mean, really. Those bugs.
Stupid bugs.
You should've told Foster.
No way.
She would've just pulled me in. And then what?
I go back to investigating dry cleaner break-ins?
I'm like you, Liv.
This job is the only thing I got.
I'm not who I used to be.
Sure you are.
No.
I'm not.
That was nice.
Something about a man in a hospital bed.
Okay, Florence Nightingale.
You think Cassidy's undercover, you fire him.
You don't shoot him.
What, you thought Koundak would stay loyal?
Yeah, friggin' Armenian.
Give me a hand with this.
Where are you going?
Israel, my homeland.
Mazel tov. You can't leave the country.
Get me on a private jet, boat, friggin' bicycle.
Calm down.
My advice, turn yourself in quietly.
You know what, Barry? That advice sucks.
Something else--I go down, you go down with me.
- Bart. - What?
Police.
Joy, you let them in?
Bart Ganzel, you're under arrest.
Promoting prostitution, bribery--
Look, we can work this out.
You got to be kidding me.
Hey, that's my partner!
Now, Bart, you're under arrest.
Today marks the combination of a three-year investigation
into Bart Ganzel's illegal business enterprises.
We intend to bring multiple charges,
including the attempted murder of an undercover police officer.
Which my client will be pleading not guilty to
on all counts, Your Honor.
I wouldn't expect anything less, Mr. Querns.
Thank you, Your Honor.
- People on bail. - We request remand.
Mr. Ganzel was apprehended while attempting to flee.
He was arrested when in residence.
He is perfectly willing to surrender his passport.
We also have evidence that Mr. Querns
is part of the conspiracy.
We will be moving to have him removed as counsel.
One step at a time.
Pending Mr. Ganzel agreeing to house arrest
and electronic monitoring--
Your Honor, his house is a house of prostitution.
Bail is set at 200,000.
Get your hands off me. I made bail.
They have to process you, Bart.
It's all routine.
Easy, easy.
I have bursitis in this shoulder.
Your client's a piece of work.
If that threat to have me removed as Mr. Ganzel's counsel
was an opening salvo,
I'll bury Public Integrity in so many motions,
it'll make Vesuvius look like an early autumn flurry.
Welcome to Pompeii.
An employment contract for Maggie Murphy?
I never hired that poor girl. I never even met her.
Yeah, but you did execute contracts
for all the other girls Ganzel supplied to the, uh, bacchanal.
Entertainers. All legal, no one underage.
DA's having trouble taking your word for it.
This is just a pretext
to search my records, my files, my clients' files.
We're looking for one document.
It could be anywhere.
Email, hard drive.
She wants to go through it all.
You mean she wants to put me out of work
until I cooperate.
Stop this inquisition.
I'll speak with your DA.
Mr. Querns, we have three years of you on wiretaps,
helping Mr. Ganzel run his business, hide his cash,
edit his ads to maintain the illusion
he ran an escort service.
Let me be clear.
You are a target of this investigation as well.
And you can see where this goes.
Yet here I am.
Three years' worth of tapes.
What more could you possibly want?
We have you and Ganzel on racketeering.
We don't have anything on the former governor's murder.
I know nothing about that.
Yeah, but Ganzel does. And he trusts you.
I'm sure you're not telling me
to betray a client's trust.
Of course not.
But he is a liability.
You won't just lose your license.
You'll go to prison.
I believe in loyalty.
Yeah, well, your client, not so much.
You know, this respect that you're paying him--
you should hear the things that he says
when your back is turned.
This is a courtesy, and it's off the record.
Where's Barry?
Get that schwartze down here to mop up this mess.
Barry's with me ten years.
That bufte's never touched a girl.
Talk about an African queen.
Here's the beauty part.
My signature's not on anything.
It's all Barry.
I had another lawyer set it up.
Let Barry think he's the HNIC.
Ah, the casual racism of the sweaty underclass.
There's hours of this.
I get the gist, Detective.
Do you?
We both know as long as you still represent Ganzel,
we can't help each other.
- No offense. - None taken.
Go. Scram. Make yourself scarce.
Get out of here. Chop-chop!
I'll never find anybody as good as Cassidy.
This friggin' thing.
- Bart. - What?
I'm here to tell you I can no longer represent you.
What?
You're serious? You're not my lawyer.
- That's correct. - That's just great.
Now that they're coming after me--sinking ship, Barry.
What am I supposed to do?
You hire another attorney.
Yeah, I'll get right on that.
In the meantime, I just need you to tell me
what I should do.
I'm not--
What, you bitching about giving me a freebie?
I got a problem here.
I'd advise: Retain another attorney.
They have a case for promoting prostitution,
for arranging a hit of a police officer--
Cassidy didn't die.
Lucky for you,
or you'd be looking at a murder charge.
I still am.
Let me ask you...
Um...
Is pillow talk admissible or hearsay?
I have to spell this out for you?
Carissa, she and Cassidy were sleeping together.
She must've told him everything.
I got to finish the job on him.
Hold up. By everything, you mean--
I sent her to Cragen. Simple frame job.
She'd drug him, get him in bed.
I'd come in, snap some photos.
Bart, what did you do?
I killed her.
What?
I didn't mean to.
It was going great. She was a champ.
She got naked, scratched his back,
posed for the photos.
Then she starts crying,
saying how Cassidy told her if I loved her,
I'd treat her with respect.
Can you believe that?
The guy's on my payroll.
Turns he's UC,
and he's screwing my fiancee.
Bart, you don't know that.
Oh, yeah, I do.
'Cause then she tells me she's in love with Cassidy,
and she's gonna leave me for him.
I go crazy.
I go into the kitchen, grab a knife.
I kind of had a--
what do you call it?
An OJ moment?
So that's why you shot Cassidy.
So he wouldn't testify.
Yeah, that. He pissed me off.
Querns taped the whole thing on his cell phone.
Did Cassidy confirm it?
And admitted that he and Carissa
have been having an affair since Christmas eve.
Swears she never mentioned anything
about killing the governor or setting up Cragen.
And he didn't tell me about the affair.
That son of a bitch jeopardized a three-year investigation.
Well, like you said, everyone has secrets.
So...
When do I get to tell my captain
he's off the hook?
About that.
Um...
It's not as simple as you'd think.
Thanks for everything, Liv.
Of course.
What is it?
Delia Wilson cut a deal with the DA.
She walks in exchange for her cooperation.
Against Ganzel?
Against you.
Delia had three of her girls testify at a Grand Jury.
Foster's charging you with solicitation,
assault, forced sodomy,
and use of a deadly weapon.
After yesterday's arrest
of self-proclaimed "Emperor of pleasure" Bart Ganzel
for the murder of escort Carissa Gibson,
the NYPD remains mired in this corruption scandal,
with new charges being leveled
at beleaguered SVU Captain Donald Cragen,
including solicitation and six counts of forced sodomy,
use of a deadly weapon--
You wonder why I believe in conspiracies?
Well, we're living in one.
How's Cragen?
His lawyer wants him to plead no contest
to the solicitation.
They'll let him resign.
They'll give him his pension.
He's not taking the deal.
He's thinking about it.
Well, we can't let that happen.
Look, Delia's jamming him up. We go after Delia.
- Well, good luck. She's teflon. - You got that right.
Turns out there's been three undercover investigations
into Delia.
The first one, two months in, the UC resigns,
moves down to Anguilla.
The second one, the undercover got caught
sleeping with three of her escorts.
The last one, five years ago,
we talked to that UC.
18 months of wiretaps,
and the AG crap-canned the case.
Said the evidence wasn't strong enough to win.
Three ups, you're out.
Wait, hold up--and no one's touched Delia since?
Yeah, I know all three of those investigations.
Delia got to the first two UCs,
turned them.
Yeah, and the third, 18 months of wiretaps,
a squeaky-clean UC,
and the AG declines to prosecute?
The AG didn't have the appetite
for a fight he couldn't win.
Do you have any reason to believe
that Delia got to the Attorney General?
No, I don't.
Well, we know that she owns someone.
Let's at least look into it.
Look into what?
Olivia...
You can't win them all.
We took down a major player in sex trafficking.
And I made sure that your captain can retire
with full benefits.
And a destroyed reputation.
He did hire those women.
He didn't have sex with them.
You're taking the word of prostitutes
over a 30-year, respected cop.
With his share of demons.
I can't have an SVU captain paying for escorts.
So Delia gets away with murder?
Maggie Murphy? Anya Solar? Iris Peterson?
We don't have a shred of evidence
that ties Delia to those crimes.
We can't even prove they were crimes.
Maggie could have been an overdose.
Iris, a suicide. Anya, a car accident.
So go after them for prostitution.
Go after her like you did Ganzel.
That ship has sailed.
What does that mean?
I dropped those charges.
I granted her immunity on them.
Confidentially, Delia is going to be cooperating
with our office on future cases.
She's turning over her client list?
We're talking to her.
Okay, then.
I know I've disappointed you.
And I do feel sorry for your captain.
For what it's worth, Olivia, I tried.
I said no interruptions.
It's your daughter. She fell.
Covertly investigating
the head of the Public Integrity Unit's finances.
There's some irony there.
I'm half hoping I'm wrong.
- Sorry, Liv. - Okay, Foster's salary,
and then there's the cost of her daughter's treatment.
I mean, aside from the home care,
she gets physical therapy,
experimental treatments, and even after the insurance,
I found a $200,000-a-year gap.
Okay, so how does Foster make her payments?
Not by check or credit card.
I checked the financials of the therapist,
the in-home nurse.
Each makes monthly cash deposits
between five and ten grand.
Okay, does Foster have family money? Loans?
Does her daughter's father kick in?
Father left when Sarah was diagnosed.
One more thing, Liv.
Foster has a trust set up for her daughter.
Five years ago, she transferred it
to an offshore account...
in Anguilla.
Olivia.
Sarah's okay.
Yeah, we got lucky.
What are you doing here?
I wanted to talk to you...
about Delia.
We've been over this.
It's done. Let it go.
Yeah, but the thing is, I... can't.
The care for Sarah, that, uh-- that can't be cheap.
Insurance covers most of it.
No, it doesn't.
Not by a long shot.
How is that your business?
The three-year investigation into Ganzel,
framing my captain...
It's all about protecting Delia.
Where is this coming from?
Anguilla. Where Exley hid the trust fund
for your daughter.
The cash payments for her physical therapy.
- You looked into my finances. - We sure did.
Here we are, Paula.
You're finished.
How long?
Eight years.
Sarah was one.
She needed surgery. My husband was gone.
Exley approached me, and he offered to help.
He was on the board of a charity.
He gave me a check.
And then he gave me another one.
He didn't tell me until later
that they could be traced to Delia.
And in the beginning, he didn't even ask any favors.
I was being paid to look the other way
on things I wasn't looking at anyway.
And then it changed.
Slowly.
"Will you run a background check or DMV information?"
"Put in a good word
on a working girl's plea bargain."
And then, once they knew they had me,
the asks got bigger.
Delia saw Ganzel as a threat,
asked me to keep tabs.
And even then, I just thought
she was a businesswoman protecting her turf.
I didn't know what a monster she was.
Until Maggie, until Anya and Iris.
You protected a murderer. You let her walk.
You framed my captain.
Okay, by then, she owned me.
She paid for you. What did you expect?
You don't understand.
You don't understand what it's like
to have a child completely dependent on you.
Agonizing about her every single day.
Terrified about what's gonna happen to her
when you're gone.
You can't ever understand that.
You're not a mother.
I'm sorry about your daughter.
Are you?
Because if you take me down, Sarah's got no one.
Did you think about that?
Look at her.
What do you think is gonna happen to her?
Come on, Paula. We're gonna go on a walk.
Why?
Because I have to arrest you.
And I don't want your daughter to see that.
After the arrest of Upper East Side madam Delia Wilson
on racketeering and murder charges,
the city was stunned today by the arrest
of the Attorney General of the State of New York.
Charges included promoting prostitution, solicitation,
and accepting bribes.
Arrested with him was a who's who of city politics:
Three district attorneys,
the head of the DA's Public Integrity Unit,
seven members of NYPD's Vice Squad,
two state senators, and two deputy mayors.
Delia's girls all made a full confession,
recanted their accusations.
I got a handshake from this week's DA.
Told you to stay positive, huh?
When will you be back at work?
Well, a lot of hoops. Not right away.
And then when I do-- I beat the charges,
but the whispers won't stop.
Well, you're gonna make it through it.
I mean, you know the drill.
Yeah... one day at a time.
Well, just hurry back, Captain.
Harris won't stop busting my chops
about how I dress.
He's right.
I heard David Haden turned in his resignation.
He had nothing to do with all of this.
Well, even so, Foster reported to him.
He should've known.
I'm sorry.
Nick, I know that you're still angry.
We should talk.
Okay. We'll do that.
Everything all right?
Yeah.
You're worried about Foster's daughter.
You did what you had to do.
I know.
Go home, Detective.
I will.
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