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.
Detective Cassidy,
you spent three years undercover
as muscle for a pimp named Bart Ganzel.
Isn't that right?
Yeah. My severance was two bullets in the chest.
Cassidy, can we practice answering the questions
in the order I ask them?
Okay. Sure, Counselor.
All right.
In the course of your employment with Mr. Ganzel,
did you meet a prostitute named Carissa Gibson?
We really need to rehash all that? Huh?
Hey, Ganzel confessed to murder on tape.
Yeah, well, his new attorney is contesting
the tape's admissibility.
Yeah? And how's that my problem?
Look, I wish you weren't my witness.
You wish you weren't my witness.
But here we are, so let's get through this.
Ask away, Counselor.
Yeah, I'll amtrak down Sunday.
Maybe take Zara to the National Zoo.
Yeah, I'll hold.
Try the bus, Nick.
New York to DC, 20 bucks.
You have no stops for bathroom breaks.
See, that's why I don't take trips with women.
Oh, I didn't know that was voluntary.
- [Chuckles] - Go home, Munch.
There'll be bad guys to catch tomorrow.
Uh, who are you,
and what have you done with Detective Benson?
Takin' the night off.
With the captain on vacation?
Don't worry about us, we're fine.
- We'll carry on. - Maria, all right, just listen.
Hey--
Yeah, I don't see how it can conflict
with her schedule, Maria.
She's six.
Well...
I'll call you later.
[Hangs up phone]
Can I help you?
I hope so.
I was raped.
By a cop.
She says Cassidy raped her?
Our Cassidy?
She says it was four years ago.
He was undercover with some pimp.
Never saw him again
till she recognized his picture in the paper
about the Ganzel trial.
Well, that's one hell of a coincidence.
Cassidy's getting ready to testify against Ganzel,
and this woman appears, making accusations.
All right, we know he crossed some lines.
You were here when Ganzel drugged our captain,
put a dead hooker in his bed.
You mean Carissa:
The hooker Cassidy had an affair with?
Yeah, that's why he was busted down to uni,
and works nights at a Bronx courthouse.
He's paid the price.
Okay, so what do we do, hmm?
Tell this woman to take a hike?
There's protocol.
We have to notify IAB or our commanding officer.
We'll try Cragen first.
On a fishing boat off Bimini?
Rules are rules.
I don't want you enjoying this too much, okay?
[Mouth full] Coming! Hold on a second.
[Lock clacks]
- What are you guys doing here? - Numbnuts.
Don't you ask who it is before your open the door?
I thought you were my thai food.
We need to talk.
Now. Can we come in?
It's not a real good time right now, guys.
- Bri-- - I got this.
It's taken care of.
- You have company? - Yeah.
It's your sister.
You should have told me she snores.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Hey, need change?
Liv?
Hey, guys.
[Edgy pop music]
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IAB called me at 6:00 am.
We tried to give you a heads up,
but you were busy.
They're talking rape.
Where's this coming from?
Girl named Heather Riggs.
Heather who?
She look familiar?
Yeah.
Yeah, I thought her name was Brooklyn.
She was a working girl.
What happened?
She get arrested? She try to make a deal?
She came in of her own accord.
Right before I testify against Ganzel?
Well, she said she never worked for Ganzel.
Yeah, she didn't.
'Cause before that,
some, um, small time pimp,
French guy, um...
Andre Larouche.
Total sleazebag. He got put away.
Well, Ms. Riggs claims she was forced into hooking,
and Larouche had you break her in.
She's lying.
And you passed on the report to IAB?
Brian...
You know we had no choice.
Yeah, right.
[Chair clattering]
Cassidy, what's up, man?
Just stopped by for breakfast.
Cassidy.
- Hey, Liv. - Hey.
- Long time, no see. - Yeah, good to see you.
Are we missing something here?
You children do not need to know.
Mm.
Nick, what's going on?
You should ask him.
[Metallic rattling]
Okay.
Really?
You and Cassidy.
"A," I didn't tell you,
because it's none of your business.
And, "B," it's not that big of a deal.
And "C," Nick, I didn't tell you,
because I didn't want this.
Just a lynch mob organized by Ganzel.
He gave Amaro the rope.
Okay, how about we be
a little more specific than that.
I'm being framed for rape.
- Rape? - Yeah.
When?
Who?
I gotta say, Liv,
I think you're asking the wrong questions here.
Okay.
Okay, so how 'bout you tell me what I should ask?
Internal Affairs? Really?
Good God.
Barba says that if Cassidy was framed,
IAB will figure it out.
You kiddin' me? IAB?
They make frames, they don't break 'em.
I mean, you two know him.
- Any way he's good for this? - No.
But he's not good at defending himself,
and we have to look into this.
Discreetly, of course.
We cannot talk to the vic.
So we talk to the people that know her.
Well, she did mention a job.
Legit?
She teaches at a pole dancing studio,
East Village.
Come on, fin.
Let's work on our technique.
[Dance music] Engage your core.
Place the second hand.
Leg around.
And spin.
Something is very wrong about this.
Beats jogging, I guess.
I'm Bobby Navarro. You wanted to see the manager?
Yeah, we actually wanted to talk to you
about one of your instructors, Heather Riggs.
Heather? Good people. What about her?
Just a routine background check.
How long has she worked here?
About a year.
She's very popular.
Is she reliable?
Very. What's this about?
Heather have any money problems?
Not that I know of.
She does pretty well here, has got her own following.
What about her personal life? Boyfriend?
Any trouble there?
Look, we're manager and employee.
I trust her completely.
But since you're not telling me what's going on,
I'm not sure if I trust you so much.
Excuse me.
Defensive?
More like offensive.
If Heather's so popular,
how come she only teaches here twice a week?
I mean, all these other chicks have four classes a day.
It looks like Heather does a little private pole dancing
for the manager, Bobby Navarro.
I mean, there's no photos of him
on any of her social media pages,
but, I mean, look at the other instructors' pages.
They're all over him.
Yeah, and each other.
I wonder if she's employee of the month.
[Laughs] Yeah.
So the manager, what do we have?
He has convictions for shoplifting,
possession, and check fraud.
Plus he was picked up on a wiretap
with a Chinatown bookie.
He's a chronic gambler, who loses, so...
Well, that's redundant.
Thank you, but according to the tap right now,
he's down about 20 large.
And back in his check fraud days,
he made fake IDs.
One was Terry Matthews.
The other was Leonard Horowitz.
Okay, so he's a bad guy.
What's this got to do with Heather?
Well, check this out.
This is the list of Ganzel's visitors up at Rikers.
Check out the last name.
Terry Matthews.
Hold on.
Heather's boyfriend visited Ganzel?
When was this?
Two days before she came here.
All right, so scum knows scum.
Ganzel paid him
to get his girlfriend to accuse Cassidy.
See? Paranoia. Anyone can play.
I'll tell Barba the connection.
I have to talk to Barba anyway.
Okay.
Liv, you want backup?
For the record, this is off the record.
This isn't your case.
Ah, duly noted, but it turns out
that our alleged victim, Heather Riggs,
has a boyfriend named b--
Bobby Navarro, who visited Ganzel on Rikers
three days ago.
IAB knows how to investigate too.
Great, so you know.
Navarro hears his girlfriend met Cassidy back in the day,
he knows Ganzel's about to go to trial,
so he middles a deal for Heather to smear Cassidy.
So it's a crock.
Case closed.
Just because Navarro saw an opportunity
to cash in on Heather's story,
doesn't mean it isn't true.
It does cast reasonable doubt.
So far, any money changing hands is off the books.
We can't find it.
What, you think Ganzel pays by check?
We have looked, and hard.
And there's more.
Heather's former pimp, Andre, confirms
that he sent her to Cassidy.
Oh, that's a shock.
Did Andre get time off his sentence for that?
And one of his former prostitutes,
now reformed,
swears that she saw Heather go into the bedroom
with Cassidy for two hours.
Plus, Heather has described in great detail
a scar on Cassidy's inner thigh.
I'm getting a warrant for a physical examination.
Well, save yourself the trouble.
Uh, his... left inner thigh,
um...
Cassidy was knifed by a drunk when he was a rookie.
That's the other thing that I wanted to talk to you about.
Ah.
Current relationship or past?
Both.
With a 13-year gap.
So you're not entirely objective.
That's not true.
Detective Amaro.
You talked to the complainant.
Was she credible?
Yeah, she was.
Nick, Cassidy would never rape anyone.
But it's possible he knew she was being forcibly compelled.
And we know that he has slept with prostitutes
on the job before.
Yes, I remember, thank you.
[Sighs]
A DA from Westchester is coming in
to run the trial.
- The trial? - We're on a fast track.
We can't appear to be protecting our own.
IAB detectives are arresting Cassidy right now.
For rape.
I'm not guilty.
Not guilty, Your Honor.
- People on bail? - Remand.
The defendant worked undercover for years.
We believe he may have hidden financial resources.
And a rape charge gives him motive to flee.
Detective Cassidy is a decorated officer
with no financial resources,
not to mention no motivation,
since the charge is baseless.
We wouldn't be here if it was baseless, Your Honor.
The court welcomes ADA Derek Strauss
from Westchester County
and notes his obvious and not especially useful remark.
The defendant is released on his own recognizance.
He will surrender his passport and report in daily.
Your Honor--
Welcome to the big city, Mr. Strauss.
[Gavel bangs] Seriously, Strauss?
"Hidden financial resources"?
Come on, I've been on a uni's salary
for six months, all right?
Take it easy, take it easy. Small battle won:
Big war to come.
Detective, you are a vision today.
Liv.
[Under breath] Hey.
Heather's sticking by her story.
Two witnesses put you in that bedroom with her,
and she described the scar on your leg.
That one.
See the problem?
Nothin' happened.
So you weren't in that bedroom with her
for two hours?
That part's true, but nothing happened.
So how does she know about the scar on your leg?
I don't know.
A million ways.
It's not a state secret, Liv.
Hey, look!
I didn't do this.
[Sighs]
So what happened in that bedroom?
This pimp was a real piece of crap, okay?
I knew she didn't want to be there.
I couldn't blow my cover.
So I just made up an excuse
and went to the back bedroom,
and we just talked.
Okay.
Okay, what?
You do believe me?
Of course I do.
I was 17.
I ran away from home.
I wanted to be an actress.
Then I met Andre.
- He said he could help. - Did he help?
No, he locked me in an apartment with other girls...
Took away my clothes.
He made us have sex with strangers.
Those strangers...
he made you have sex with,
do you see one of them here?
Yes.
Him.
Let the record reflect
she's pointing at the defendant Brian Cassidy.
He said his name was Rick.
I thought he was a friend of Andre's.
Andre told him that I was new.
[Voice trembles] And that he should help break me in.
And is that when Detective Cassidy took you
into the bedroom?
[Crying] I didn't know he was a detective.
[Sobbing] We had sex.
I didn't want to.
He knew I didn't want to.
I cried the whole time.
Are you sure the man you were with...
is the defendant?
Yes.
I saw the scar next to his...
his business. [Sniffles]
Thank you.
Ms. Riggs.
What would Andre have done
if he'd known you didn't have sex
with Detective Cassidy?
He'd have beaten me.
He used sacks of oranges so the bruises wouldn't show.
So if Detective Cassidy wanted to protect you,
he would have kept you in that room
for a while.
Protect me?
Nobody protected me.
Even now...
Is anyone protecting you?
What do you mean?
Do you have a boyfriend named Bobby Navarro?
Yes.
Are you aware
he visited Bart Ganzel in prison?
That he attempted to get money
in exchange for your testimony
against Detective Cassidy?
I didn't know that he did that until after.
And--and he didn't get money.
But you are planning on cashing in on this,
aren't you?
Haven't you hired an attorney
to sue the city for damages?
I was raped!
Somebody ought to be responsible!
I'm an outreach counselor
with an organization that helps former sex workers
and trafficked women.
And how did you get into this field?
Personal experience.
I was a trafficked sex worker.
For a pimp named Andre Larouche.
The same pimp who employed Heather Riggs.
Yes.
Heather was new.
And terrified.
Andre ordered her into a bedroom with him.
They were in there together for at least two hours.
Thank you.
Did you see Ms. Riggs and Detective Cassidy
having sex?
No.
The door to the room was closed.
- Did you hear them? - No.
I was assigned to another room a few minutes later.
Did you hear the alleged comment
your pimp made to Detective Cassidy--
that he wanted him to "break Ms. Riggs in"?
I didn't.
But that alleged comment,
which apparently nobody but Ms. Riggs heard,
is the only way
Detective Cassidy would have known
she wasn't willing?
The only way?
We weren't girls going out with guys
to dinner and a movie,
and then, maybe, if we liked them,
they'd get lucky.
We were locked in a room.
We had dog collars around our necks.
I'd say it's pretty damn obvious
she wasn't willing.
She was telling the truth.
She just doesn't know what happened in that room.
Well, that's the problem with sex crimes:
No one ever does, except the people that were there,
and they always disagree.
You want to take the stand, John?
I already asked your lawyer.
He feels that, because you and I were partners,
that the jury'd perceive me as being biased,
which, of course, I would be.
What about your pal, Amaro?
The DA's calling him as a witness.
He's not in your fan club,
but he caught Heather's statement,
so that's all they're gonna ask him about.
You know he's gonna try to throw me under the bus, right?
He was undercover for years.
He knows exactly what you've been going through.
Okay?
Detective, when you first questioned the defendant
about Ms. Riggs,
how did he describe his relationship with her?
He said he recognized her picture
and remembered meeting her.
Would you say he was forthcoming?
He was forthright in his anger
and said he was being set up
and that nothing had happened.
So he never told you he went into a bedroom
with Ms. Riggs for two hours?
- No, he didn't. - You've worked undercover,
haven't you, Detective?
Yes, on and off for eight years.
You ever go into a bedroom alone with a sex slave?
No.
You were trained to avoid compromising situations?
As often as possible, yeah, but every situa--
So going into a bedroom alone with a prostitute,
that would be an invitation to commit a crime?
Isn't that a hypothetical?
Well, it's an unlawful situation:
Yes or no?
Yes, but again,
I can't put myself in another UC's position.
I'm not asking you to.
I'm asking, what would you do
if a sex trafficker you were investigating
offered you the services
of a semi-naked woman wearing a dog collar?
I would decline.
Under all circumstances?
Yes.
Thank you.
Cross, Mr. Querns?
Why don't we take this up
after lunch, Your Honor?
Very well.
Court's in recess. [Bangs gavel]
Mr. Barba.
How's the view from the cheap seats?
Fascinating.
Especially when a defense attorney
allows a prosecutor to turn a simple fact witness
into a character assassin without objecting.
My God, that defense attorney
sounds like a complete incompetent.
Yes, but he isn't.
- So I wonder why? - Love to chat.
We only have an hour for lunch.
Detective, it must feel odd
testifying against a fellow undercover officer.
It's not the most comfortable thing.
Because undercover officers
share certain unique pressures and experiences,
do they not?
Objection. Your Honor, what's the relevance?
Your Honor, the prosecution questioned this witness
at length about undercover operations.
That door has been opened.
So it has.
You may proceed.
Detective, don't undercover officers
sometimes break the law
in order to bring down major criminals?
We're not supposed to.
But it happens.
For example, have you ever partaken in illegal drugs?
Once.
I was new to a drug dealer's organization.
I was being tested.
If I refused, I might have been shot.
So a good undercover agent, like yourself,
finds ways to avoid breaking the law.
Yes, that's protocol.
Now if you were infiltrating a new organization,
you would find ways
to avoid inappropriate sexual relationships?
Yes.
Only if your life depended on it,
would you cross that line?
Yes, but again, I can't speak to the specifics of another--
Then don't.
Let's keep this simple.
Did you ever have inappropriate sexual relationships
in your undercover role?
I never slept with a coerced prostitute.
Did you ever sleep with anyone under false pretenses?
Your Honor, this is way off base.
Mr. Querns, where are you going?
Almost done, Your Honor.
Detective, do you recognize
the woman who just entered the courtroom?
Objection, Your Honor.
We have no idea who this woman is.
I believe Detective Amaro can help us out with that.
Detective, is she the sister of a drug kingpin
whose organization you infiltrated?
Oh, objection, Your Honor.
How well do you know her... Detective?
I knew her...
very well.
Objection, Your Honor!
Counselors, approach the bench.
- Cynthia. Hey. - What?
We should talk.
After ten years, we should talk?
Me and you-- Carlos from Cartagena? No!
I couldn't tell you who I was then.
No, you were a cop... bringing down my brother.
He gets arrested, and you disappeared.
I thought you ran back to Colombia.
Then this morning, some-- some lawyer shows up
and tells me who you really are,
drags me down here.
And there you are in that suit!
I'm sorry.
You're scum.
Nick, you okay?
Your boyfriend sandbagged me.
You son of a bitch!
Do you really want to do this in here?
And you're accused of raping a sex slave,
so you drag me through the mud?
It was my lawyer's call, and I didn't rape anybody.
- Did you? - Not even close.
All right, Cynthia and I: That was a relationship.
Yeah, like me and Carissa, Mr. Holier-than-thou.
Did Carissa know you were undercover?
Did Cynthia?
How'd you even find her?
You and me: We're both in the same small world.
Only I made more friends than you did.
Right, you mean you looked the other way
when cops bent the rules.
Oh, please!
Says the man who slept
with the sister of his target
to make his case?
It wasn't like that!
All right, she doesn't need to be dragged into this!
Hey, look! I'm looking at ten years in jail, pal!
Ten!
Desperate measures!
Detective Cassidy,
have you ever had sexual relations
with Heather Riggs?
No, I have not.
What kind of relations did you have with her?
I was working as a UC.
And my next target
was a trafficker named Andre Larouche.
He offered me her services at a party.
I thought it was a test.
Did you tell him "No, thank you"?
No. That would have sent up a red flag.
So I, um...
I took her into a bedroom.
- What happened in the bedroom? - Nothing happened.
I told her I was finishing a course of antibiotics
and that she wouldn't want to catch what I had.
Why did you keep her in the room for two hours?
I was afraid she'd get beaten.
And she looked real tired,
and I felt like she needed a break,
so I gave her one.
Thank you, Detective Cassidy.
Uh, Detective Cassidy, you--
Oh, I'm sorry,
you're not actually a detective anymore, are you?
Officer Cassidy.
You expect the jury to believe
that you were offered an attractive woman
for no-strings sex,
and you declined?
I wasn't there to have sex, Counselor.
I was working.
But in your very next undercover assignment,
against Mr. Ganzel,
you did have sex with a prostitute--
"Carissa Gibson"?
Yeah. But we were involved.
And, uh, whatever she did,
she did of her own free will.
Oh, so the situation with Ms. Riggs
was different.
Yeah, she wasn't there because she--
- You knew that-- - She wasn't there because--
You knew that she was being forcibly compelled
to have sex against her will?
It seemed likely, yet--
So you knew that if you had sex with her,
you would be guilty of rape?
Objection. Calls for a legal opinion.
Overruled.
The witness may answer.
Yeah. I mean, yes.
But I didn't have sex with her.
What? Despite all evidence to the contrary?
Despite her testimony, and your own admission
that you spent two hours alone with her,
your admission that you had sex
with another prostitute?
Objection! Argumentative.
Never mind.
Not good.
I'm done.
Well, that went badly.
Isn't that a matter of opinion?
Did you watch the jury?
There are two elements to this crime:
The sex and the knowledge that Heather was coerced.
You just confessed to the latter.
Yeah, but I didn't have sex with her.
Slight problem: No one believes you.
We have to switch to a justification defense.
[Notebook slaps table] Concede the act,
but argue it was necessary
for the performance of your law enforcement duties.
Concede?
Concede what?
That I had sex with her?
You don't have to say those words.
I'll walk you through on redirect.
Uh-uh.
No way.
Forget it.
I'm not going to admit to something that I didn't do.
Cassidy, I've been doing this a long time.
The truth is a horrible defense.
You could end up in prison.
I'll take my chances.
Nick, walk with me.
What, is IAB calling already?
No, Cynthia Mancheno just filed a lawsuit
against you and the city.
What for? It was consensual.
Munch, look, we were involved.
The claim is for child support.
She says you have a son.
What?
The city will ask for a paternity test.
How old is he?
Nine.
You got to get a lawyer, Nick.
You hear me? Nick?
Don't do anything stupid.
Cynthia!
Where is she?
So you're the famous Detective Amaro.
Also known as Carlos, El Colombiano.
[Speaking spanish]
She don't want to talk to you.
Let me hear that from her.
You're hearing it from me.
This is my home.
You're trespassing.
Are you her husband?
You gonna leave?
Or do I have to call a real cop?
You tell her I'm gonna keep coming back.
I'm gonna keep coming back!
Till you talk to me.
His name is Roberto Chavez, and they're not married.
He's a mid-level dealer in the GCP gang.
It's mostly stolen meds.
He uses his girlfriend's son for his drops.
The state doesn't put nine-year-olds in prison.
What about Cynthia? Is she involved?
She appears to be a bystander,
but Chavez pays all the bills.
Listen, I've got a call in to Queens Narcotics.
See if they got enough to nail the guy.
Hey, Rollins.
Thanks.
So you saw the kid.
You okay?
Yeah.
Talk to him?
[Sighs] What could I say?
"Hi, I'm your dad. You wanna play catch?"
He's been out there nine years, and I never even knew.
I mean... where do you begin?
You can begin by making sure he's yours.
- Did you take the DNA test? - I did.
Well, that's the thing about being a guy--
you never sure what you may have left behind.
If I'd have known,
might never have married Maria.
No Zara.
A whole different life.
Speaking of Maria,
you got to get in front of this.
Yeah.
Yeah, I will.
Well, we'll give you the room.
[Door shuts]
[Sighs] [Cell phone beeps]
Hey, Maria?
- Hey. - Hi.
You're not answering your phone.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Fantastic.
Except for that Querns.
He's a good lawyer--
if you're a criminal.
The problem is... I'm innocent.
There's another problem, Brian.
Nobody's happy with the way you ambushed Amaro.
That wasn't me.
That was Querns.
Anyway, so he had a relationship with a woman
ten years ago.
Who cares?
Did you know about the boy?
The next step is up to the city.
We need to wait to hear it from them.
- Excuse me, what are you doing? - Cynthia.
We need to talk.
Detective, we're not scheduled to meet till next week.
That's before I found out what your boyfriend does.
Gilberto, wait outside.
Gilberto...
Gil, this is Mr. Amaro.
Nice to meet you, sir.
Nice to meet you too, Gil.
Nice manners.
He's a good boy.
Well, he must get that from you.
Not the scumbag you live with.
Detective, this is completely inappropriate.
You should only be here with an attorney.
I'll be here with a district attorney!
You know, Roberto's making your son peddle drugs
on his way home from school? Did you know that?
Mr. Lucas, can you give us a minute?
You give us a minute.
[Door shuts]
You're telling me how to be a parent?
You disappeared ten years ago.
I didn't know I was a parent.
You never told me.
If I'd have known...
I couldn't find you.
Now I know why.
I was just part of your assignment.
No. No, you weren't.
Cynthia, I didn't want to let things drop, but...
But right after the bust, I had no choice.
You had no choice?
What about me?
My--my brother's in jail.
I have no money, a baby with no father.
You don't think I looked for you as soon as I could?
You weren't around.
I was gone a few months.
I went to San Juan to have my baby.
You can hate me all you want,
but you can't let your son--
our son--
grow up dealing drugs.
I'm begging you.
Hey!
I guess I opened a real can of worms here.
Oh, you think this is funny?
No, I don't.
Look, I had no idea you had a kid.
I swear to God.
What do you want?
Look, you and me,
we're both screwed here, all right?
- Really? - Yeah.
Amaro, drop the rock.
Let's help each other out here, man.
What do you say?
How did you get those?
You should see the other guy.
Sit down.
How'd you know Marty?
We grew up together in Lefrak City.
We were tight.
Till he got sent up last month.
- Yeah, too bad about that. - Yeah.
Someone's got to pick up the slack
with all those housewives and college kids of his.
So he turned over his business to me and my associate.
Who would that be?
[Whistles]
Blondie over there.
How ya doin'?
I should frisk her too.
In your dreams.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
You two done?
Come here.
We need oxy.
All you can get.
Adderall for the kids.
And while you're at it,
why don't you throw a few rippers in the bag,
for me and my old lady here, hmm?
[Slaps her bottom]
[Dance music]
♪
Who are you two?
You know Mr. Yee?
He has transferred your debt over to us.
You guys are in luck,
I'm coming into serious money real soon.
What, you been paying two grand a week in vig?
It's gonna go up.
Unless you pay us the 20 now.
I don't have the 20 right now.
[Grunts]
Then you're gonna have to work it off.
[Dramatic music]
♪
- Who are you? - I'm the one with the money.
You're supposed to give me a package.
Where's the guy with the bullet holes and the blonde?
- Can we just do this? Look. - You know what?
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
What?
[Siren whoops, tires squeal]
[Sirens wail]
[Tires screech]
Police! Freeze!
Let me see those hands!
Where we can see 'em! Let me see your hands!
[Handcuffs clicking]
Thank you.
Pop the trunk.
Get a load of this.
Looks like he's got a drugstore in there.
Man, you must have a serious headache.
Son of a bitch!
All right, get him outta here.
- Thanks, Doom. - Our pleasure.
Detective Rollins, always a treat.
Do I want to know how you knew this deal was going down?
- Nope. - What I figured.
You got this one solid, right?
Yeah, he's got major weight in his trunk--he's done.
So's his customer.
Yeah, his customer--
we'd actually like to, um, borrow him.
Be my guest.
You set me up, man. This is payback, right?
Come on. $10,000 cash, midnight.
You're meeting a man with a trunk full of stolen meds.
Somebody else is gonna be teaching those girls
how to pole dance for the next 20 years.
That's what this is about?
What Heather said about that cop?
Why? You know something about that?
I'm guessing it's deal time.
Depends on what you got to say.
[Sighs]
Okay, it didn't happen.
Heather and I made it up to cash in.
What didn't happen?
He didn't rape her. He didn't do anything.
Ganzel didn't give me the money, but he told me about the scar.
He said it would help Heather's case.
We were gonna sue the city. Make a million dollars.
Is that what happened, Heather?
- Is that the truth? - How much trouble am I in?
That's not up to me.
But I need you to tell me, is that what happened?
You know Cassidy?
Yeah.
I do.
He didn't touch me.
We just talked.
About dogs.
Heather...
I need to know if anybody else can verify this version
of your story.
Yes.
Yes, later that night, I told another one of the girls
how he didn't make me--
[crying] How nice he was to me.
- Hey. - Hey.
Our little prick DA-- he interviewed Heather,
Heather's boyfriend Navarro, also Heather's friend
that was there that night.
He dropped the charge.
So you're free.
Yeah, I'm free to work the night shift
at Bronx Courthouse. Come on.
I think I'm just gonna stick it out.
I'm gonna get my 20.
- I'm damaged goods, Liv. - Brian, you didn't do anything.
Once accused, always under suspicion.
Even from you.
From me?
What are you talking about? I believed you.
I wish I could believe that.
Brian, come on, what are you saying?
Oh, what? So we're over now?
I don't know. I don't know.
You want to go get a drink somewhere and not talk about it?
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