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.
Night, all.
It's a little early, isn't it? You got plans?
Yeah, I'm going to Niagara Falls.
It's a long way away, so I want to get a head start.
Check out the Canadian side. They got some wild clubs.
Yeah, it's more of a nature trip.
- Going by yourself? - No, Frannie.
It's gonna be real romantic. Well, you know you need papers
to take a dog across the border, right?
Yeah. I got it taken care of, dad.
Thank you.
You know, I'll walk you out.
I'm catching the train to D.C. to see zara.
Weekend.
Those two. I wish they'd just get a room already.
[Chuckles] I'll pretend I didn't hear you say that.
[Phantogram's black out days plays]
♪ Hide the sun ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I will leave your face out of my mind ♪
♪ ♪
♪ A thousand voices howling in my head ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Speak in tongues ♪
Hit me.
You do know you have a 16 against a dealer 3.
Yeah, how about I count my cards, you count yours?
Better luck next time. Hit me.
My little rapariga.
Rrr!
Two caipirinhas, one for me and one for my new friend.
Uh, no, thanks.
I should call it a night.
What's the "craic"?
The ambassador getting handsy again?
I can handle him.
It's the woman who was sitting next to him.
The blonde.
Yeah. Her. You know she's a cop?
Leaving early?
Quit while you're behind, right?
Everyone does.
Would you mind coming with us, miss?
Uh, I mean, is there a problem?
No, only solutions.
Just do as I ask.
I'm not counting cards.
If I was, do you think I'd be down 15 grand?
Let's take this off the floor, all right?
He's asking you nice.
Or would you rather this night
end up completely banjaxed, hmm?
Okay okay, whatever this is...
Shut up!
♪ Black out days ♪
No wire.
Not even an under-wire.
♪ I don't recognize you anymore ♪
[Dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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Ah, look at this. She's a detective.
Yeah, but I'm here off-duty.
No gun, no wire, no worries.
No? You're the one down 15 grand,
detective Rollins, and you're the one standing here
half naked with a gun to your head.
My name's Declan O'Rourke.
Pleased to meet you.
Yeah, you don't want to threaten a cop.
Why not? You're manky.
You're dirty.
You're a dirty, filthy little girl.
And you can't do a bloody thing
unless you've lied
and you're investigating us. Hmm?
I'm here... I'm here off-duty.
This has nothing to do with my job.
It does now.
If this is about what I owe, I-I'm making good on it.
I've got O.T. Coming.
We'll get to that.
First you need to prove that you're not an informer.
You have a test for her?
I do.
And if you pass,
then we can discuss how you work off the debt.
Can I do it with a shirt on?
- Good morning. - Mm.
What's up with your hair?
- Au natural. - Mm. [Chuckles]
You're in early. Yeah.
Niagara falls that bad?
Uh, you know what?
We didn't make it. Frannie got carsick.
Oh, poor girl.
- DMV? - Yeah.
I'm... you know, a friend of mine keeps getting tickets
even though he parks in a garage.
So I'm just... I'm checking it out for him.
Careful with favors. You know how I.A. can be.
[Whispers] You know, they track everything.
[Both chuckle]
[Water running]
Oh. Rough weekend?
Actually, no. It was dope.
Hey, you notice anything off with Rollins?
Besides her going to niagara falls with her dog?
She never made it, and now she's in early
looking into some guy's parking tickets.
So she met a dude. Good for her.
And she's already checking tickets for him?
I mean... Why are you so interested?
You got something going for Rollins?
What? Of course not.
Hey, gossip girls.
We caught a suspect on those push-in rapes,
a juice delivery guy.
Let's go.
A dozen more last night.
It's not my precinct.
But I did find out when they do their blitzes.
Brilliant.
But we need the tickets to go away.
You can't fix tickets anymore. They'll track it right to me.
One more chance.
This young lady has been selected
by the state of New York to do her civic duty as a juror.
Victimless crime. Insurance fraud.
We just want to help her come to the right decision.
Oh, my God.
My boss needs her address.
You want the home address of a juror?
I get caught, I lose everything.
We have footage of you gambling in an illegal club.
You've lost everything. [Sighs]
Find her.
And when you do, text me a picture and the address.
Couldn't find her.
I mean, I tried. I lost her in the subway.
She couldn't find her.
Ah, shame.
Are you taking the Mick?
- Hmm? - [Chuckles]
We followed you! Ah!
You led us right to her.
Carlos took pictures.
Hmm? Hmm?
You can't... You can't do this, okay?
She's got a son.
You need to just leave her alone.
Who then would pay the medical bills for the poor boy, huh?
We're not threatening her. We're helping her.
Unfortunately, you are not helping yourself.
- You know what? - Two strikes!
I'm not doing anything that's gonna get somebody hurt!
Well...
I guess it's over, hmm?
Who shall I call, your sergeant?
I.A.B.? I have both numbers right here.
Jail time for a cop
is not a pleasant thing.
Wait. Wait, just wait.
Wait. Wait, wait!
Wait.
Maybe there's some other way we can work this out...
Carlos, go help set up.
You're the boss.
You can't... You can't record this.
You are not calling the shots, sweetheart.
I am.
Come here.
Marcelo. Mm. You back with us?
Oh, my God. Pregnancy suits you, huh?
[Laughs] Stop it.
You better make good tonight. My boss is getting impatient.
He's cut off. That's his last one.
Tell him to keep his hands off my ass.
Everything okay?
Little brasser just passed her third test.
She went below and beyond the call of duty.
Don't give me the look.
Now we know she's not working undercover.
Get out, Declan. Watch the floor.
[Door shuts]
Whatever you just did for him,
you won't have to do it again.
Thank you.
Um, here's the deal. I just work for you.
And you make sure Declan knows that.
I think he got the message.
Another?
Thanks.
Your show here, it's impressive.
Just so you know, you're not on the, um...
Radar of the NYPD.
Why would I be?
I'm an Ivy League-Educated Art History major.
My family, hardscrabble.
Rural Georgia, so...
My boy...
He's not gonna have to grow up the way I did.
You ever ask yourself what it is you want out of life?
- This doesn't seem so bad. - You can...
You can do well for yourself here.
If you can let go of your working-class morality.
Can you do that?
Can you let go of my debt?
[Laughs]
[Both laugh]
You'll work it off.
Okay. Um...
Just by the way, how long have you worked with Declan?
Two years. Why?
You trust him?
Is there a reason I shouldn't?
I don't know.
I just wouldn't take a very long maternity leave.
Your world's like mine, you know.
We work our asses off to get where we are,
then a man comes around
and just thinks everything should be handed to him.
You do know that we're spread pretty thin here.
I understand.
I got it.
[Knock at door] Liv, can we have a second?
What?
You have a problem.
I have a problem.
Amaro's worried about Rollins.
Yeah. She called in sick. She has the flu.
What? You know different?
She wasn't answering her phone,
so we went over to her place with some soup
and she wasn't there.
I tracked her cell to a warehouse in the Navy yard.
She was talking with some guy who looked Irish mob to me.
My guess? It's a gambling club.
- But we don't know that. - Well, she got out pretty late.
And I told Nick it might be nothing...
Okay, thank you for coming in.
I appreciate it. I will take care of it.
Nick, I appreciate your concern.
But I do have a problem with you
tracking Rollins's cell and following her.
Liv, I didn't want to take any chances, all right?
After what happened with you.
All right? I'm not stalking her.
Well, it's funny that you should say that.
How are you and Maria doing?
We're working it out.
Yeah.
Yeah, Nick, the thing is, is that
Maria has called me a couple of times.
And she's worried about you.
Okay?
Is there anything you want to tell me about?
I'm sorry she pulled you in.
She won't need to call you again.
Good.
And keep away from Rollins too.
Yeah, sarge.
One more task.
Marcelo, the Brazilian,
needs a lift home and help up the stairs.
I...
Don't flatter yourself.
He's not into trailer trash.
Yeah, well, that waitress that ratted me out?
She's 16.
Last thing you need.
16? Are you sure?
- Mm-hmm. - [Sighs]
For God's sake, Declan. I thought you vetted her.
I'll take care of it.
Down 63rd street, number 24.
So they made you a driver?
Surprised they don't have you working it off on your back.
How are they working you?
Working me?
Yeah, they send me home with beautiful women.
[Both chuckle]
I'm a diplomat with immunity.
So screw them.
Exactly.
I'm never going to pay.
I owe them so much, they need me.
That's it, at the end of the block.
The code is hit me 44863.
Oh, here she comes. Here she comes.
I don't know who you are,
but if you think you're coming in...
I'm just the designated driver.
Reception at the Russian mission.
They started toasting with the good vodka.
Let me help.
Nice place.
None of it belongs to us.
Belongs to the Brazilian government.
You can go now.
Tell them not to call me anymore.
And do not let him back in your club.
My husband has his problems, but you people are worse.
You take advantage of him.
Get out.
[Phone buzzes]
How's the flu?
I just took a couple mental health days.
Yeah, right. How much do you need?
I'm fine. I'm moonlighting to pay it off.
Where?
Working security at a club.
This club have cards?
How much do you owe?
Are they asking you for anything?
Addresses, licenses. Can you just walk away?
Soon.
It's not soon enough.
I mean, if I'm noticing, other people are noticing.
Amanda, this is gonna come down on your thick head.
You know what, Fin?
I mean, come on, okay? I got it under control.
Okay. You know where to find me.
And take this.
Whatever you're doing, I want you to stop now.
I'm not ready for another partner.
Partner cares. It's touching.
I said I'd get rid of him. I did.
You didn't have to come.
He keeps nosing around, then it's a problem.
Yeah, well, maybe it's time for me to get out.
Too late. Sondra needs another favor.
Carlos here got himself into a bit of a jam
driving a client home a while back.
I got stopped in a speed trap with an unlicensed gun.
It was a setup.
I don't work for the D.A.
Say the gun goes away.
There goes the case, right?
You don't have a record?
No priors?
Not even a parking ticket.
See what you can do.
Hey. Need to sign this out. The paperwork's all here.
Sign right there, detective Wheeler.
Nicely done, Amanda.
This takes care of the interest on your debt this week.
Since the charges were dropped,
my DNA's not in the system no more, right?
It never was.
DNA isn't entered into codis unless there's a conviction.
- When's your next shift at SVU? - It's tonight.
But I can't take any more sick days. My sergeant's on me.
Any chance you could pull a double?
What's this?
Something I should know about?
If you needed to know about it, Declan, I would've told you.
We'll be in touch.
See the clock?
Yeah, I just have a few things to clean up here.
[Phone ringing]
SVU.
Yeah.
24 East 63rd Street. Okay, I got it.
[Phone thuds]
You know what? I'll take it.
You guys have been carrying my weight for a while.
I'll come with you, partner.
So what you got?
Brazilian diplomat's home.
Perp uses the security keypad, enters, pulls a gun,
ties the husband up, rapes the wife.
He took some cash but left her jewelry and electronics.
Oh, and major case is sending over their art crimes expert.
Art crimes expert?
Apparently some significant paintings were stolen.
Beatriz Amarante,
Brazil's foremost modern something-or-other.
High end art thieves. They usually hit and run.
Why stay around and rape the wife?
Good question.
Waiting for SVU. You do something!
Aren't you the police?
Detective Tutuola, SVU, Mr...
Guarana.
Marcelo Guarana. What the hell took you so long?
I'm gonna take the wife.
Want to just tell me what happened?
I, uh...
My wife got raped. I came in.
He jumped me, he wore a mask.
I thought you said you got a good look at him.
I didn't see anything. He jumped me.
Okay. What kind of mask?
Black, blue... a mask. A mask.
All right, okay, okay.
They did this to hurt him.
Mrs. Guarana?
EMTs are gonna take you to the hospital.
I just have to ask you a few questions.
No, no...
I get the message. Okay?
I know what to do.
What to do?
I don't remember anything, right?
I'm in pain. Can I go?
Ma'am.
Yeah.
Okay.
Let's go.
So the diplomat told the responding detective
that he saw the rapist's face,
but he told you that the rapist wore a mask?
- How's the wife? - She shut down.
I don't know. Maybe she's in shock.
Or they know the perp and they're afraid of him.
Well, the assailant knew them, knew their door code,
which paintings to take...
So the rape is to throw us off?
Or send a message.
We can talk to the consulate in the morning.
Maybe they know something.
Isn't he the head of the consulate?
You know what?
I can pull the front door security video,
check for other cameras on the block.
I mean, the guy's pretty brazen. We might get something.
Anything from the front door?
That video's gone. The perp must've taken it.
But I found a good camera from across the street.
Whoa, whoa. Slow down. I know you're fast.
I can't see a thing. You know, I got this.
Anything from the lab?
The victim wouldn't do a rape kit.
CSU recovered semen and hair from the crime scene.
They're running the DNA.
So I visited the Brazilian consulate.
They were, uh, less than helpful.
Okay, thanks.
- You got something? - Yeah, we got a hit on the DNA.
Carlos Riva.
Are you sure?
I mean, he's in the system, and he leaves his DNA at the scene?
Any record?
He got a gun charge that just got dropped.
Well, how do we have his DNA then?
Had a misdemeanor last fall, stalking in the fourth degree.
He got it pled down to domestic assault.
Good thing New York finally authorized all crimes DNA.
He must've not realized that.
He must've thought that once the gun charge was dropped
his DNA wasn't in the system.
So we're looking for a dummy.
The arrest report says
he was a driver at a Chelsea art gallery.
Let's follow up with this gallery,
- see if he still works there. - Okay, we're on it.
- Guys, I've been on 16 hours. - Okay, you know what?
You go home. We got this.
Whatever you're thinking... Don't.
[Middle eastern accent] You said his name
is Carlos Riva? Mmhmm.
I'm sorry.
I don't recognize him.
He was a driver.
I don't deal with the delivery men.
Well, he also claimed to work security here.
I can check.
Can I ask why the police are looking for him?
We just want to ask him a few questions.
You're the owner, right?
Your bookkeeper must keep a record of employee addresses.
She's on leave. I'll have my assistant call her.
She'll get back to you.
Yeah. Soon, okay?
Now let me ask you,
are you familiar with a painter named Beatriz Amarante?
One of Brazil's significant talents.
- Do you carry any of her work? - No.
She's an audacious painter,
but she's not quite on our radar.
Okay, Carlos works in an art gallery
and the Brazilians' art was stolen.
Right. It seem strange to you
he just happens to have a gun charge
dismissed yesterday for lack of evidence?
That is why you wanted the gun charge dropped,
so Carlos could rape that woman
without worrying about leaving DNA?
This had nothing to do with me... this was all her.
Wait, you ordered a revenge assault on an innocent woman?
She had fair warning. So did he.
Marcelo thought he was untouchable.
- We had to send him a message. - It was stupid!
That's why I'm supposed to be part of these decisions.
Now you've compromised an asset.
Are you serious? Why do you think she's here?
We'll raise red flags because of this cock-up.
- They have Carlos's DNA. - Yeah, well,
this cock-up is her fault.
She didn't get the DNA out of codis.
[Items clatter]
Because he looked me in the eye
and he told me he had no record!
[Laughs] He lied.
He's a criminal.
You know, maybe you should've
run his name through your computer
before you told us he was out of the system.
- Clean it up. - And if I say no?
Well, then we will throw you to your own people
for stealing a gun out of evidence.
You can't prove it.
No?
You took a gun from evidence. You handed it to me.
That's a felony.
Sondra, you think. How is she gonna fix this?
They have the Eejit's DNA.
She'll come up with something.
I need a DNA sample from Carlos.
Carlos,ven aqui.
- Run this by me again? - This sample is from a man
the Vic was having an affair with.
I just need you to match it with the DNA found at the scene.
Well, shouldn't this be coming from CSU?
Yeah, okay, I'll get you the paperwork later.
Just the husband is a Brazilian diplomat
who's got anger management issues, okay?
She begged me for discretion.
Are you sure you don't want to wait for Warner?
- She's on her way back. - No, no, no.
It's no need to bother her, really.
I mean, it's gonna be a routine suspect elimination
that's gonna help avoid a diplomatic nightmare.
I need your signature right here.
Like I told ya on the phone.
The gun was signed out by detective Megan Wheeler.
She had all the right paperwork...
Yeah, Megan Wheeler retired four years ago.
How was I supposed to know that?
Just
- Okay. - It gets worse.
Pulled these off a cam across the street
from the Brazilian consulate
two nights ago when Rollins was out with the flu.
And there's more.
Rollins brought in an elimination DNA sample.
Claims it's from the man
that the Vic was having an affair with.
But it's a match for Carlos Riva.
Is he still in custody?
Liv, you know what this means.
Yes, I know what this means, and I will handle it.
Stop digging. Now.
Do not tip her off.
You need to pretend that everything is normal.
- But, Liv... - I'm commanding officer.
This is on me.
Look, Liv, I would never go behind your back.
But I need to let Amanda know that we know.
Okay? She's my partner.
If it was Nick, Elliot...
- Okay. I get it. - Really?
You fixed a rape case.
Did you know that beforehand?
No. I swear to God.
Well, that doesn't mean much coming from you.
Amanda, you need to turn yourself in.
What, to I.A.B.?
They're gonna put me in prison.
Yeah, they will. You got in with this crowd.
You had to know that nothing good would come of it.
I was trying to work myself out of it and just be done.
You are done, Amanda.
I'm here as a courtesy to Fin.
I'm calling I.A.B.
Let me turn myself in.
Just give me a few hours.
I need to figure out something to do with Frannie.
Please.
8:00 A.M. tomorrow morning.
Whatever it is you've been doing,
whoever you're working for, it's over.
I'm taking you in.
Excuse me.
Do I know you?
[Grunts] Listen to me.
You stay away from Rollins.
You the boyfriend?
Huh?
She's not half bad.
Once you get past the used part.
They're not just taking my shield.
I'm an accessory to rape.
That means prison time! I've never met you.
And if you try to cut a deal,
my boss will put a bullet in your head.
He's done it before.
That cop from the 12th last summer who ate his gun.
It wasn't a suicide.
Get up.
Okay. Okay.
And if you don't think I'd shoot,
you don't know me at all.
This is not necessary.
- Shut up, Declan. - Put your gun on the desk.
The drop one too.
Yeah, that's right. Step back.
Put your hands where I can see them.
Me and you need to talk.
- If you want money... - I need to see your boss.
I need to get out of the country.
Okay.
Here, call him.
Tell him you need to see him.
[Footsteps]
Don't... move.
Stand up. Get your hands up.
Go.
- Sondra, what's... - Shut up.
Keep 'em up.
It's there.
Now put it on the table.
And get your hands up!
If anything happens to her or the baby...
It's your baby ?!
- Nice work, sister. - Pleasantries
dispensed with. Say your piece.
Now I need a passport and $1 million in cash.
What fantasy world are you living in?
You have galleries in Geneva, Montreal, Monte Carlo, Shanghai.
- They're all laundromats, right? - Yes.
- We can wire you the money. - In cash.
And you have a private jet?
How far do you think you'll get?
As far as I want,
because I'm taking your baby mama here with me for insurance.
I'm too far along. I can't fly.
Yes, you can.
'cause I.A.B. is on to me.
So tomorrow we're gonna be in Switzerland
or you're gonna be giving birth to a baby boy in prison.
Okay, sweetie?
Anton, we have enough.
Let's all go.
Yeah. Let's all go.
[Gasps] I need to sit down.
Go, go, go. Go ahead.
Just breathe. Breathe.
[Grunts]
Are you all right?
Kill her!
Hands in the air, both of you!
Lieutenant Declan Murphy, NYPD.
You're all under arrest.
- You can't record this. - Shut up.
You're not calling the shots. I am.
Now come here.
Huh.
[Accent gone] Whatever you're looking to give me,
I'm not interested,
and I don't want you ever claiming I was.
Lieutenant Declan Murphy, Manhattan Vice.
- You have a shield? - Not when I'm U.C.
The color of the day is green.
The date of your appointment to NYPD was 6/20/2011.
You were winked in. In exchange for some dead weight
they shipped off to Atlanta.
- Are you gonna turn me in? - I should.
But I'm not risking two years of undercover work
because of a dirty cop.
So this is how this plays out.
Sondra wants a pretty detective running errands for her,
and that's exactly what you're gonna do.
You stay close to her. You report directly to me...
Officially on loan to vice, yeah?
From that point on,
detective Rollins was a fully cooperating U.C.
You had an NYPD officer
involved in a criminal enterprise.
You should've come straight to us.
I spent two years trying to connect Sondra to Nadari.
Rollins did it in three days.
Well, putting aside the way she did it,
the diplomat's wife getting raped...
Either of you know about that? No.
I didn't. I'm sick about it.
I'll regret it till the end of my days.
All right.
I understand you have Carlos Riva
in custody for the rape and theft.
We cleared the DNA interference
in the investigation through proper channels.
Riva will plead guilty to rape one and grand larceny.
And Anton Nadari put him up to it... the man the New York Times
just profiled as a superstar international art dealer.
It was all a cover story.
The illegal gambling was just the tip of the iceberg.
The fed and NYPD accountants are having a field day
going through this guy's financials.
I have his entire confession right here.
I had it on a wire in the gallery.
We will get him on money laundering, art theft,
art forgery, extortion, rape, murder of a cop.
His pregnant accomplice is turning state's evidence.
The pregnant woman you pulled a gun on.
I'm sure you understand that's the nature of undercover work.
Sometimes you have to violate protocol,
use questionable methods to obtain results.
The ends justify the means.
That's right!
I wish it were that simple, Lieutenant.
Detective.
I'm taking this upstairs.
You haven't heard the end of this.
Given detective Rollins's exemplary performance,
she'll keep her shield.
Or I'm gonna take it upstairs, sergeant.
You could've busted me when I first walked in that club
and saved yourself a lot of grief.
I could have, but when you came in that back room,
I saw someone about to hit rock bottom.
My higher power looking out for me, huh?
I don't know about that, but I do know this.
Declan Murphy believes in the possibility of redemption,
that one or two venal sins don't define you.
The choice is yours.
Let's hope you make a better one
than the ones you've been making lately.
How much does my sergeant know about how we met?
I finessed it, but she's smart.
I suggest you come clean, stay clean.
May the road rise to meet you, detective, hmm?
What was I supposed to do? I was working undercover.
I know. But you couldn't tell me?
- I'm sorry. - And Benson knew?
She had to.
And you couldn't trust me?
How did vice know where you were?
Fin, let it go.
No, no, you know what? You deserve to know.
Rollins.
Yeah, sergeant.
I'm not happy about any of this.
I had to lie to Fin.
I had to lie to Amaro.
A woman was raped.
Lieutenant Murphy swore
that neither he nor you knew about that.
And that's right, I didn't.
There's no way I would've gone along with this if I had.
Do you want to tell me how you wound up
working undercover in a gambling club?
You already know.
I fell behind at the club.
They found out I was a cop, and they used it as leverage.
I just got lucky that, um...
Lieutenant Murphy was U.C., didn't I?
You know, Lieutenant Murphy may trust you.
I don't.
And if we weren't so short-staffed,
I'd transfer you.
Today.
I'd deserve that.
I don't know if I can get back into your good graces,
but I'm gonna try, sergeant.
Okay.
We're done here.
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