All language subtitles for Law and order SVU S23E03

- In the criminal
justice system,

sexually based offenses

are considered
especially heinous.

In New York City, the
dedicated detectives

who investigate these
vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special
Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

- ♪ You make me dance,
bring me up, bring me down ♪

♪ Play it sweet make
me move like a freak ♪

[grunting]

- ♪ Play it sweet, make
me move like a freak ♪

♪ Mr. Saxobeat

- There you are, gorgeous.

- Hey, Jules, How're you doing?

- I'm all right. Come on in.

It's a big night.

[murmured conversation]

- Wow, yeah. Really
different crowd.

- It's Gabe's birthday.
Private event.

Everybody's family.

♪

- Is that my favorite singer?

- Don't look. It's
supposed to be a surprise.

[foreboding music]

♪

- She okay?

- Hey, what's a party
without a few regrets?

She'll be fine.

Why don't you relax?
Get yourself changed.

- Thanks.

- Oh, and listen, no
posting anything tonight.

No photos, no Insta, no nothing.

And no phone.
- Are you kidding?

- When I said private event...

- What did you get
me into, here, Jules?

- Just do your show, Tara.
Don't worry about a thing.

[door slams]

- Great.
[sighs]

♪ You're just too
good to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my
eyes off of you ♪

♪ You'll be like
heaven to touch ♪

♪ I want to hold you so much ♪

♪ At long last
love has arrived ♪

♪ And I thank God I'm alive ♪

- [speaking Russian]

- Take it easy, Gabe,
huh? The night is young.

- Hey!

These are my very
special guests.

You bring them anything
they want, okay?

- Just vodka, my dear.

Any time my glass is
empty, you fill it.

Seems we have to catch
up with our host.

- Hey, the crystal black
stripe pinstripe, you got it?

- You got it, boss.

- ♪ And let me
love you, baby ♪

♪ Let me love you

I hear we have a birthday
boy in the house.

Gabe? [applause]

♪ Happy birthday

♪ To you

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy...
- [growls]

- ♪ Happy birthday, dear G...

- Keep singing, keep
singing, come on.

- ♪ Happy birthday...
- That's a girl.

- ♪ To you - You see my baby?

Huh? You see my baby?

Hey, how 'bout it, huh?

How 'bout it? [applause]

Hey. You sang so pretty.

What else can you
do with that mouth?

[dark music]

- Show's over, Gabe. Go home.

- Hey. I like you.

Don't the birthday
boy get a wish?

Huh?
- Can you please just...

Can you please just let me pass?

- Hey. I'm just trying
to show you some love,

and you diss me in
front of the whole club.

Huh? What's the matter?

You think you're
too good for me?

- Get off me! Get off me!

- [screams]
- You too good for me?

- Get off!
- Come here.

- Stop! Help!
- Come here, come here.

- Help!
[sobs]

- Hey! You bitch.
Get back here!

Huh? Where you going?

- [gasps]

[dramatic music]

♪

- What are you looking
at? Get her out of here.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

.

- Talk to Stabler lately?

- Um, actually no.

He's been off the grid
for a couple of months.

Why?

- Phoebe invited
him over for dinner.

Trying to hook him
up with her sister.

- Oh. And?

- No show, no call
back. Not a word.

He doing his stuff again?

- I think that he's working.
- On what?

Not Wheatley. A new case?

- Ben, it's none
of our business.

And he did let me know
not to worry about him.

- And what'd your shrink say?

- He asked if it was
triggering for me.

And I lied and said
that it wasn't.

And then he asked
me how I was doing

with the rest of the
changes around here.

- You lie about that too?
- I certainly did.

- [chuckles]

- Benson.

Okay, got it.

- Everything all right?
- We have to leave.

- I'm waiting on my
fried egg on a roll!

- Get it to go.
And call Rollins

and tell her to meet us
at LaGuardia Hospital.

- Tara Reilly, 25.

Says she was sexually assaulted

before she was thrown
down a flight of stairs.

- Did you do a rape kit?

- Not until we get
an MRI on her spine.

This girl is in bad shape.

Concussed. Had convulsions

in the ambulance.
- Anybody with her?

- Early morning dog
walker found her.

They must have left
her by the dumpster

in the back of the club.

- Kay, what kind of place
are we talking about?

- Ah, The Third Rail.
Private that night, but...

usually it's kind of a scene.

- You get a lot of
complaints about this place?

- It's a club, so
yeah. Drugs, fights.

But the owner, Gabe Navarro...
He works with the precinct.

- What?

- Yeah. So I don't know
what happened to this girl.

She's claiming she was raped?

- And pushed down
a flight of stairs.

- If that happened, we
better find this guy

before Navarro does. His
face will be ground meat.

- She had .03 blood alcohol,

traces of cannabis
in her system.

- This isn't a drug overdose.

- No, she was attacked.
Tracheal trauma,

fingertip bruising on
her neck and upper arms.

Her dress was ripped.

- I finished my last song.

Gabe wanted a full version
of "Happy Birthday."

I hate singing that
song, but it's his place,

so you gotta kiss the ring.

- Gabe?
- Gabe Navarro.

I can usually play him,

make some jokes,

get out of the club
before he gets too drunk.

- Five minutes.

We need to take
Tara to Radiology.

- Okay. Hey, um, Tara.

This is Detective Rollins.

Tara was just telling
me about the club owner,

a Gabe Navarro.

- Yes, um.

Last night was a private
party for his birthday.

Gabe started celebrating early.

[exhales heavily]

While I was singing to him,
he pulled me onto his lap.

And he put his hands
up my dress, and put...

Put his fingers...

[gasps] Between my legs.

- So sorry.
- Then what happened?

- I pushed him off, and
he didn't like that.

I jumped up, and I ran
to my dressing room.

He followed me, barged in,

and I tried to get away,
but he lifted up my dress.

- So he sexually assaulted
you a second time?

- He started to.

I kneed him in the
groin and got away,

and then he chased
after me and grabbed me.

I slapped him.

He snapped and pushed
me down the stairs

in front of the whole club.

Ask the manager,
Jules. He was there.

I know that Gabe is connected.

And he has a lot of cop friends.

But you guys... you guys
are gonna arrest him, right?

- She's saying Gabe
Navarro assaulted her?

That's not good.
- What do you mean?

- He's tight with the
precinct, and he's a made guy.

- And a rapist.

- And he must have pals
at the DA's office.

I'm looking at his rap sheet.
Nine arrests in seven years.

Guns, gambling, assaults.
Charges always get dropped.

- But no sexual assault?

- Precinct detective says he
doesn't need to rape anyone.

He co-owns four strip
clubs, massage parlors.

He basically has a harem.

- Okay, so he's not used
to women saying no to him.

- Too soon to pick him up?

- If the nightclub was full,

I'd get some
corroboration first.

- Tara Reilly?

Yeah, she sang at the
club last night, why?

- Why? She's in the hospital.

She might have a broken back.

- My God, that's too bad.

She had a few.

Maybe she was a little
woozy when she left?

- Yeah, well, she
didn't get far.

They found her in the
alley behind the club.

- Like I said, she
was pretty woozy.

Maybe she fell?

- Why don't you take
me to your club,

and you can show me?

[uneasy music]

- Okay, yeah, now
that you mention it,

it was Gabe's birthday,

but everyone was in good
spirits, having fun, high.

- High enough to throw
a girl down the stairs.

- Tara?
[scoffs]

I heard she took a tumble.

- Yeah, you saw that?

- No, I didn't see anything.

- How far was she up
those steps when she fell?

- I'm not sure.

- Okay, well, I'd like to
see the security footage.

- I'm sorry, cameras weren't
turned on last night.

Private event.

- Then I need to
see the guest list.

- Gabe doesn't spy
on his friends.

- Gabe? He'd
never hurt anyone.

- No? How'd you
get that black eye?

- Babysitting for my niece.

- Uh-huh.

- Gabe treats us all great.

You can't ask for a better boss.

He hears Tara's hurt?

I'm sure he'll take care of her.

- No witnesses, no
security footage,

no credit card
receipts, nothing?

- It was a private party.
Everything was on the house.

- Gabe Navarro's the boss.

They're afraid, or
paid off, or both.

This girl, Tara...
She's telling the truth.

- What do we know about her?

- Tara Reilly. She's
from the Bronx.

Went to LaGuardia High School.

Been trying to make
it to Broadway.

And now she might
be in a wheelchair

for the rest of her life.
- Nobody saw a thing?

- Guy like this?
His club, his rules.

And he's arrogant.
- [sighs]

- Is he arrogant
enough to take a call?

[phone buzzes]
- Hello?

Tara? How'd you
get this number?

Go wait outside.

- You don't have to talk to her.

Nobody here said
anything to the cops.

- Know thine enemy.

- I made a few calls.
SVU's got nothing.

But just be careful
what you say.

- What am I, an
idiot? You're excused.

What do you want?
- I'm sorry, Gabe.

I, uh... I was in a bad mood.

I should have given
you what you wanted

for your birthday.
- Yeah, you should've.

- You're right.
It's all my fault.

When you pushed me
down the stairs,

I got pretty hurt.

- That's tough.

Young girl like you, you
should have come to me

instead of going to the cops.

- I didn't call the cops!

They came to the hospital.
I was drugged, I was groggy.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, they've been all
over my club today.

I can't have that.

Are they listening in right now?

- No!

No.

Listen, Gabe, I have a
lot of medical bills,

and I don't know what
to tell my parents.

- Tell them the truth.

You were drunk as a skunk,
and you fell down the stairs.

- To walk again, Gabe,

I'm gonna need
surgery and rehab.

I don't have insurance.

- Oh, so this is a shakedown.

I pay you off, and
you drop the charges?

- I'm in a wheelchair, Gabe.

[dishes clatter]
- Should have thought of that

before you embarrassed
me in front of my people.

- Is that why you threw
me down the stairs?

- Did I?

'Cause I got 20 guests

who'll say you slipped and fell.

And I'm not paying any bills.

Keep this up, maybe I
pay for your funeral.

- That won't play
well to a jury.

- Well let's go!
- Yeah.

- Good job.

[dramatic music]

- Gabe Navarro.

- Get the hell out of my club.

- You're under arrest.
- For what?

- For rape.

And attempted murder
of Tara Reilly.

- That's lying whore?
I'm not going anywhere.

- No?

Well, so you know,

I'm gonna fire two shots.

- Oh, go ahead.
They're bulletproof.

- You want to test that theory?

I'm gonna give you
a couple of seconds

to rethink that.

- I think I'm in love.

- Get him out of here.

♪

.

- Is that why you threw
me down the stairs?

- Did I? 'Cause
I got 20 guests

who'll say you slipped and fell.

And I'm not paying any bills.

Keep this up, maybe I
pay for your funeral.

- Sounds like a confession
and motive to me.

A jury hears that...
- Jury?

Slow this down.

I barely even know
who this girl is.

She gets hurt, who knows how,

she sees a rich, powerful man,

decides to blame him for it.

- Well, her clothes were torn,

and she had strangulation
marks on her neck.

- Yeah. My client's
not proud of this,

but he may have had a
consensual sexual moment

with this girl.
- Of course, he did.

- She was drunk. I was drunk.

She wanted to make me
happy on my birthday.

We had a quickie. She
kind of egged me on.

- Is that how you got those
scratches on your hand?

- You want to check my back?

You're a lady, so you
wouldn't understand,

but some women like
it fast and rough.

- That's your story?

That it got so rough she
fell down the stairs?

- I don't know
anything about that.

Like I said, she was drunk.

- Well, how'd she end
up in the alley, then?

- Maybe an overeager busboy
thought she OD'd, I don't know.

Did anybody from the
club see anything?

- We're still talking to people.

- That's a no.

Word of advice: my
client is targeted often.

You'll see, when
push comes to shove,

the charges never stick.

- Well, there's
always a first time.

- Look, I'm completely innocent,

but this is bad for my business.

What can I offer to
make this thing go away?

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Are you bribing
an NYPD captain?

♪

- This ends with me
walking out of here.

- Does it?

- Your time is valuable.
My time is valuable.

I'm just cutting to the chase.

- You do not want to be
sued for false arrest.

- Threats and bribery.

Wow, you two are old school.
- Wow, see?

You get me. I feel if we met

under different circumstances...

When this is over, you
come down to the club.

Everything on the house.

- When this is over?

Sweetheart, we're
just getting started.

- Why don't I give
you two some privacy?

- What's this?

This is a DNA collection.

This is Gabe. He
likes it rough.

- Hey, he's in there.

Gabe Navarro's DNA pops
on Tara Reilly's rape kit.

Under her fingernails,
traces of pre-ejaculate...

- Yeah, he got in front of that.

He claimed consensual.
- But that's not the big news.

We found his DNA on
two other rape kits.

One's from a vic in
Miami three years ago.

- Did she name Navarro?

- She was found
unconscious, brain damage.

No memory of the attack.
- What about the other?

- A Jane Doe from a year ago.

And she was found under
a pier, Brighton Beach.

Strangled. Drowned.

- This guy's a serial.

- Who caught the case?

- Jane Doe.

I called her Tiny Dancer.

- Brooklyn Homicide
never ID'd her?

- I'm not sure they
tried that hard.

I told them, check
the strip clubs.

She had breast implants.

Traced them back to
a Czech manufacturer

who sold them to a
cosmetic surgery outfit

in Moscow.

Turned out to be
just a post box.

- What happened to her?
- What didn't happen?

This animal
fractured her pelvis,

broke her eye socket...

She was so badly beaten,

it was hard to determine
cause of death.

[quiet dramatic music]

You gotta get him
off the street.

♪

- So no one backed me
up? Not even Jules?

I get it. Everyone's
afraid of Gabe,

even you guys.
- No, not us.

Look, we know that you're
not his only victim.

- But you are our only witness.

Now, with his DNA on your
kit, your torn clothing,

your injuries, the tape
from that controlled call,

we have a very solid case.

- Tara, you should also know

that the defense is going
to claim consensual.

- I wanted to end
up in a wheelchair?

A jury's gonna believe that?

- Not if you testify.
- I will.

If Gabe thinks he's
going to get away

with what he did
to me, screw him.

- That's all I
need to hear, Tara.

I'm gonna bring this to
a grand jury tomorrow.

- I'll go get you
a ride home, okay?

- I'll get the door.
- Thanks.

- So now what?

Keep working on the other cases.

- Put Navarro in Miami,
put him in Brighton Beach.

And all the people
at the night club

who didn't see a thing,

let's up the pressure on them.

Find out who had outstanding
warrants, IRS issues,

whatever it takes.
- Okay.

Captain Benson.

What? I see.

Well I'm with ADA Carisi now,
so we'll head down there.

Oh, I understand, Sergeant,
but this is our case.

Okay, well, we're on our way.

Son of a bitch!

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Thanks for meeting us.

- Sergeant Bell,
what's going on?

- Where's Gabe Navarro?
- Let me explain.

- Elliot.
- Liv.

You're not gonna like this.

.

- Gabe Navarro has
been on our radar

for over a dozen years.

Born in Puglia. Italian
father, Russian mother.

Grew up with one
foot in Bensonhurst

and the other in Brighton Beach.

- But you couldn't tell me
that you were undercover?

- No, Liv, I couldn't.

- Navarro has four
legit passports,

multiple aliases,

and ties to criminal
organizations

in Italy, Eastern
Europe, and Russia.

- I texted you.
- So I wouldn't think

that you ghosted me? Again?

- Liv, let's not go into that.
- [clears throat]

- He's basically
involved in everything:

arms, drugs, sex trafficking.

Navarro and I... we crossed
paths in Naples a few years back.

Tried to get a warrant on him,

but he slipped out
of the country.

- We suspect
Navarro's the advisor

to one of the most notorious
international fugitives

on our wanted
list, Anton Popkov.

Popkov jumped bail
ten years ago,

hasn't set foot in
this country since.

Questions?
- I don't care

who Gabe Navarro
is friends with.

He just raped a
25 year-old woman

and then pushed her
down the stairs.

She may be paralyzed for life.

And we have DNA evidence

connecting him to two other
unsolved rapes, and one murder.

- And I've got a grand jury

that's gonna hear
all of this tomorrow.

- That won't be happening.

I understand your
concern, Captain.

But how long have
you been at SVU?

You may not be seeing
the bigger picture here.

- Agent Clay, if I may.

Captain, Navarro wants to
speak to Detective Stabler.

We want to see where that goes.

- This might be a
win for all of us.

You brought in a guy we've
been tracking for years.

You got him dead to rights.

We've just never had leverage
on Navarro like this before.

- He's on the hook
for rape and murder.

This is our case.

Not OC's, not FBI's.

- This was our case.

Now I have to tell
the Eighth Floor

that we're not taking this
to the grand jury tomorrow.

- My bet? Is that
they knew ahead of us.

- Counselor, I'm sorry.
- Oh, are you?

So am I.

[somber music]

♪

- So what's going on, Elliot?

Radio silence for three months?

- Yeah, my sergeant's orders.

Car that ran you off the road,

Crash Investigations
ever find anything?

- No, they didn't.

According to them, it
was a drunk driver.

- How are you doing?

- Had to have
surgery, but I'm okay.

- How are you?

- I'm a little salty
about this too.

I didn't want it
to get all turfy.

- I meant about
being undercover.

Are you able to see your kids?

- Yeah, now and again.
They're doing okay.

It's kind of nice to
not be me for a while.

- Detective.

Navarro has dismissed
his counsel.

He just wants to talk to you.

Man to man.
- Not unless I'm in the room.

- It's your call.

- She's the captain.
It's actually her call.

- [speaking Italian]

Nice beard, Stabler.

- Nice to see you too, Gabe.

- And you've met my friend,
the lovely Captain Benson.

You know, she pointed
her gun at my balls.

- And I should have
pulled the trigger.

How about we get started?

- Short leash, huh, pal?

- So why don't you
tell him what you did

to your girl Tara?
- Is that still an issue?

I figure I give something
to Detective Stabler

and that'd go away,
one way or the other.

- Oh, bad news, Gabe.

This is way more
than that one girl

taking a slip and fall.

- That girl.

I heard she's not
talking anymore.

She barely knows what day it is.

- So you know her.

- How about her?

- Doesn't look like
she's talking either.

[laughs]

- You think that's funny?

Do you think this
is funny, Gabe?

We have your DNA on all three
of these women's bodies.

You're looking at
rape, attempted murder,

and murder.

- Maybe I should have
called my lawyer.

- Yeah, but you
didn't. You called me.

Why?

- I'm not confessing to
anything, but you know me.

I can be reasonable.

One hand washes the other,

assuming this bitch signs off.

- Am I not your
friend anymore, Gabe?

- Captain, why don't you
leave us boys alone in here,

turn off the camera?

You don't want to
get your hands dirty.

- Nah, I think I'm
good. I'll watch.

- Well she's got
yours in a box, huh?

I guess sometimes you
can't buy a break.

- [sighs]
- Captain, you were right.

There's nothing to trade
here. This is a waste of time.

- I will call the ADA.

Gabe, have fun at
your perp walk.

- I'll be leaking
it to the press

that you're cooperating.

- Whoa, whoa,
whoa, come on, hey.

Don't do that. Listen to me.

I was gonna tell you
something in private.

You guys interested
in Anton Popkov?

- What about him?

- The king is having
a sit-down tomorrow

with all of his horses
and all of his men.

- Are you included in that?
- Yeah.

- Well, he hasn't set
foot in the United States

in over ten years.
So what's he doing?

Zooming it in from Corsica?

- No, he's gonna be there.

- He'll be where? In
Queens. At his house.

- So you're just
gonna walk us in?

- Not exactly.

- A sit-down at Popkov's house.

I think if this guy
were in the country,

the FBI would know about
him. Navarro is playing you.

- Maybe. But Popkov was at
his party on Friday night.

- You're taking his word for it?

- Actually, it was my vic, Tara.

ID'd a photo of Popkov
as one of the guys

that was in his
booth that night.

- And Navarro's just
agreed to give up his boss?

What if Popkov
doesn't go quietly?

- Because Navarro set
up the security system

at the compound.

He's gonna give us codes,
contingency plans...

- Assuming we can trust him.

- Well, TARU has already
verified his address in Queens.

They've set up
preliminary surveillance,

and we can be ready
to move in with a team

as soon as tomorrow.
- We?

- SVU's gonna be
part of that team.

- Whoa, hold on.
Too many cooks.

- Popkov is a known
escape artist.

And as you said,

you didn't even know
that he was here.

I'm not risking letting
Navarro slip away.

Trust, but verify.

[dramatic music]

♪

- They okayed the raid.
It's good news, Liv.

- Is it?

What does Navarro
want in return?

- I don't have the details.

But I've been told,
everything is moving

in the right direction.
We just have to focus

on getting Popkov.

Liv, I give you my word,
I got your back on this.

Trust me.

- I guess I'll have to.

.

- Katsidis, Falcone,
Dusic, Medvedev.

That's Orlov kissing everyone.

- You expecting anyone else?
- That's everyone.

- And we're sure that
Popkov is still inside?

Nobody's tipped him off?
- Check his surveillance feed.

He's probably stirring
his borscht as we speak.

- Don't oversell it.

- Gabe, let's go. Showtime.

- I need a promise first.

- Wanna hear this.
- Do they need to hear it?

- Oh, Gabe, we're
all family here.

- You can't let Popkov
know I betrayed him.

You gotta make it look good.

- So you want me to
make it look like

I'm arresting a total scumbag
who doesn't deserve to live?

I can do that.

- There goes months of
counseling down the drain.

- Let's go. See you
on the other side.

- Navarro giving up Popkov.

You have any idea what he
was promised in return?

- No, U.S. attorneys
have the case.

My understanding, if he
doesn't deliver Popkov,

he's out of luck.
- And if he does?

- He's getting charged with
two rapes and a murder.

The only thing that
should be on the table

is how and where
he does his time.

- This is a hell of a big risk

for a bigger cell in
a country club prison.

- What'd Stabler say?

- [sighs] He told
me to trust him.

- So tell me this, Agent Clay.

How do we know he's not
walking us into an ambush?

- Well, so far, everything
Navarro says checks out.

He hijacked Popkov's
security systems.

NYPD drone has him lounging
at the pool an hour ago.

- I still don't like this.

- We got a tracker on Navarro,

we know he's inside,
so, we go, he goes.

- Okay, hope to
see you guys later.

- You okay, Detective?

For what it's worth,
an operation this size

can get a little chaotic.

- Yeah, I know all about chaos.
I got two kids under ten.

When's the last time
you fired that thing?

- Oh, don't worry about me.

- Okay. Just most of
the feebies I've met...

paper pushers.

- You guys done? ESU's
ready to move out.

- Ech.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Let's go.

♪

[door crashes]

- What you do to the door?

- NYPD. get your hands
where I can see them.

- FBI, where's Anton Popkov?

- Down that hall.
They're having lunch.

[distant yell]

- Clear.

- Whoa, whoa, what the
hell? We're eating here.

- Hands, hands where
I can see them.

- You know the drill,
assume the position.

- Where's Popkov?

- That's funny. He
was here a minute ago.

Must have stepped out.

- We're in the basement.
No sign of Alpha.

Repeat, no sign of Alpha.

- Does anyone at the FBI

know their ass
from their elbows?

- We know Alpha's
here somewhere.

- [scoffs] Somewhere.

That's what you
got? Somewhere?

- Rollins!

Check the perimeter and grounds.

- You guys done?

Can we finish our lunch now?

- What do you got?
- It's a crawl space.

Leads to some kind of tunnel.

- After you.

♪

- [sighs] Oh.

- Yeah.

- Oh.

[engine revving]

Okay, then.
- You hear that?

- Yeah.
- And they're gone.

[energetic electronic music]

♪

[sirens wailing]

- Get off the bike!
- Off the bike!

- Get off the bike,
now! Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!

Get on the ground.
- Hands up, now!

- Do it!

- Hands up where
we can see them!

- Get on the ground.
- Now. On the ground.

[gunshot]
- Ah!

- Shots fired! Shots fired!

♪

- What the hell just happened?

- Son of a bitch
tried to shoot me.

- Or was that you guys
trying to make it look good?

Rollins, we got them
both. Navarro's been shot.

- Copy that.

- A joint operation
between the FBI

and NYPD's Organized
Crime Division

resulted in the
apprehension yesterday

of Anton Ivanovic Popkov
and five of his associates.

- Popkov, known as
"Boss of Bosses"

to all Russian mafia syndicates,

is commonly referred
to by authorities

as one of the most dangerous
criminals in the world.

- He has been on the
FBI's and Interpol's

Most Wanted List

for over a decade.

Mr. Popkov was arrested
without incident

at his home in
Whitestone, Queens.

- I'd like to see what
"with incident" looks like.

Stabler shot a
cooperative witness.

- Navarro pulled a gun.

It's not like he's
gonna sue NYPD.

- Now the Feds are
grabbing all the credit?

- SVU's official involvement

would compromise
Navarro's cover.

So apparently they need
him for other cases.

- What about our case?

- Carisi is not
taking any chances.

He's at the hospital,
arraigning Navarro now.

- Good.
[phone buzzes]

- Carisi.

- Liv, I don't know
how to tell you this,

but Gabe Navarro
is not at Mercy.

- Where is he?

- The uni on guard said that
they brought him to his room

after the surgery,
but an hour later,

U.S. Marshals showed up

and said they were
taking him into custody

pursuant to a federal warrant.

- What the hell does that mean?

- It means Stabler lied
to us, and we were played.

- God damn it.

.

- Captain, if you're looking
for Detective Stabler,

he's not here.
- Oh, I'm getting that.

His cell's going
straight to voicemail,

and your uni downstairs
is a pretty bad liar.

- Actually, we're
looking for Gabe Navarro.

Does the FBI have
any idea where he is?

- We do.

- Okay, where? Arizona?
Oregon? Florida?

- I can't tell you that.
You know how this works.

It's above all our pay grades.

- So that's it, Sergeant?

You just went along
with all this?

Because of SVU, Anton Popkov
is going away for life.

- Oh, for the greater
good! Of course.

Because I respect you,

I'm gonna pretend that
you never said that.

- Look, we're on the same team.
- Are we?

'Cause it certainly
doesn't feel like it.

Let me ask you a question.

Was Stabler anywhere
near the room

when Navarro's
deal was being cut?

- Can't tell you that either.

But I am sorry that
you guys got screwed.

Now, if you excuse us,

we have some interviews
we have to do.

- Of course.

Sergeant, I can't
imagine how busy you are.

- I'm furious!
- So am I!

- You talked to Stabler?

- Yes, from his burner cell,

before he went back under cover,

and he swore to me

that he did not know Navarro
was being put in WITSEC.

- You believe him?
He shot the guy.

- He swore that he just reacted,

and that it wasn't
part of a bigger plan.

- 'Cause we know,
even if Navarro

goes into Witness Protection,

that guy's not gonna
stop assaulting women.

Bell, Stabler... They
don't care about that!

- Stabler used to.

Rollins, he was in
SVU before I was.

- He's been gone for ten years.

- And I've had ten more
years of disclosures,

and ten more years
of hospital calls,

and morgue visits, and...

He never even met Tara.

- So even if it wasn't his
call to let Navarro go,

it sure as hell makes it
easier to go along with.

- He told me to trust him.

And I know him.
Better than anyone.

- You used to.

- No, I understand.

Yeah, standing by
if anything changes.

The Eighth Floor says
they know nothing

about any deal Gabe
Navarro made, where he is,

or if he's ever
gonna go to trial.

- Do you believe them?
Sorry, stupid question.

- Does it feel to you like
I've been here before?

- The Feds swooping in
and taking your case?

Couple times, yeah.

Sure you want to
be an ADA still?

- What does that mean?

- They're short-staffed at SVU.

- Right, so I should
go back to being a cop?

Is this your way of
breaking up with me?

- I'm not breaking up with you.

No, but, it's just...

The past few months, there's
been so many changes.

I feel like I've got vertigo.

I don't know what's
real and what's not.

- Oh, change will do that.
- Yeah.

You don't go anywhere.
- I won't.

- The Feds took Gabe?

You said he was going to trial.

You told me that
he killed a woman.

- He did.

- And you let him get
away with that too?

- Turns out, Tara,

that Gabe was more
connected than we even knew.

- You are supposed
to be protecting me,

not him.

- I'm sorry, Tara.

This was not my
call, believe me.

But I want you to know

that this isn't over,
and I am not giving up.

- He rapes me, puts me here.

I have to figure out how
I'm going to walk again,

let alone sing and dance.

And you can't help
me with any of that.

Can you?

[wolf howls]