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(male announcer)
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.

Did you see
that episode last night?

Oh, my God,
the part where she's

having sex
with the gardener,

and the husband comes in?

Oh, yeah, and then
lover boy jumps out the window.

How great was that?

We're out of water.

Jerry, could you put
a new bottle on?

Sure.

Same thing happened
to my cousin.

He wound up
on the balcony naked,

and it was snowing.

(woman)
Talk about frostbite.
That must have hurt.

(woman #2)
Not as much as explaining it
to his wife.

[women laughing]

(Jerry)
What the hell?

It's Elena.

(man)
He really
did a number on her.

Elena Brevet, 27.

Owns Brevet Investments
with her husband.

Raped and beaten,
then her throat was cut.

Slashed her up
pretty good.

17 deep incisions to her torso
and breasts, pre-mortem.

Looks like
a sexual sadist.

Time of death?
She's in full rigor.

Heat was turned down
over the weekend.

So I'd say no less
than 48 hours.

(Fin)
That fits
the witness statements.

Victim was last seen
Friday night.

By who?

By her secretary,
Patty Kerner.

They got any
surveillance here?

Cameras are downstairs
in the lobby.

None on this floor.

Munch is looking
at the tapes right now.

Detectives Benson and Stabler
are gonna talk to you.

Hi.
Hi.

Can you take us
to Elena's office?

It's right
down the hall.
Okay.

What kind of investments
did your boss manage?

A private hedge fund.

700 million in assets.

How's business?

Last year, they posted
20% returns.

That's 140 million profit.

Pretty impressive.

Is this the husband?

(Patty)
Jason.

Real Style section couple.

Tell us about
Friday night.

Um, Elena was supposed
to go to Miami

for a client's party,

but she had to finish
the quarterly reports.

So Jason flew without her
on the 6:00.

(Benson)
What time did you leave?

Around 8:00.

She was still working,
so I offered to stay.

But she told me
to go home.

Her husband
still in Miami?

Let me check.

He was booked
to come back last night.

Oh, God.

Jason doesn't know.

We'll take care of that.

There's no Missing Person report
on Elena Brevet.

Strange that the husband
wouldn't file one.

Maybe the marriage
isn't so perfect.

Jason could have
pulled an O.J.,

then flown to Miami
to set up his alibi.

It's hard to believe the husband
would torture her like that.

Rage makes people
do crazy things.

Weekend paper's still here.
Maybe he stayed in Miami.

[whistles]

Door's open.

(Benson)
Mr. Brevet, police.

Luggage is here.

Hello?
Anybody home?

Liv.

(Benson)
Mr. Brevet.

Tortured like his wife.

I field-tested
the blood around the chair.

Same type as the victim.
Our perp leave
anything behind?

No prints,
here or at the office.

Killer knows forensics.

Whole place was wiped clean
with bleach.

He was just as careful
with the body.

I haven't found
any trace evidence.

Who was killed first,
Jason or Elena?

Elena--Jason's been dead
only about 12 hours.

Well, his plane got in
from Miami at 10:00 last night.

Same cause of death?
Yes, his throat was cut.

There's also trauma
to the back of his head.

(Stabler)
So Jason comes home,
the perp blitzes him.

Drags him to the chair,
tapes him up.

Monogrammed key chain,
E.B.--Elena Brevet.

Bastard took her keys
to let himself in.

The guy waited all weekend
for Jason to come home?

He tortured
the both of them.

He had to be looking
for something.

Detectives, I think
he found it upstairs.

Built-in safe.
Not just any safe.

The Yates 6000.
Totally pick-proof.

He tortured Jason
for the combination

and cleaned him out.

I'm hoping
the gas chromatograph

might tell us
what was in there.

How do you test
for what's gone?

New technology.

Let's us analyze
trace odors,

fragrances,
chemical vapors.

Every chemical
or organic compound

has a unique
olfactory profile.

That's the signature.

(Stabler)
Drugs?

No, the smell of money.

Well, specifically,
the dye in the ink.

From the concentration
of the sample,

had to be a few
cubic feet of cash.

Even in small bills,

that's gotta be at least
a million bucks.

The Brevets
are financial managers.

Now, why not
invest the cash?

Money in a safe
doesn't earn interest.

Maybe they were hiding it
from the IRS.

Or their creditors.
I got the Brevets' financials.

Both houses
mortgaged to the hilt.

Credit card debt
in the six figures.

Maybe living large,
they got in over their heads.

Why not pay off their bills
with all that cash?

'Cause they'd have
to explain where they got it.

I had the forensic accountants
go over their books.

Brevet Investments is nothing
but a high-end pyramid scheme.

So all those huge profits
were phony?

Yeah, they take the money
from one client,

pay another's dividends,

take the rest
for themselves.

And one of their investors
got pissed off

bad enough to kill 'em.

Yeah, the kind
you don't wanna piss off--

in Cali and Bogota.

They're laundering
drug money?

Yeah, and skimming it, too,
for one client in particular--

a shell company out of Colombia
called Casa Vega Enterprises.

Drug lord finds out
somebody's been ripping him off,

he'd have to hit 'em quick
to set an example.

Check with narcotics.

See if Casa Vega
rings any bells.

I got a guy over there
we can trust.

(man)
I ran the name Casa Vega
through our intel files

and came up empty.

How'd the money
get into the account?

Small deposits--
500 here, 1,000 bucks there.

Classic black market
peso exchange.

What's that?

Say you're a Colombian
drug dealer,

moving product...

through the streets
of New York.

Now, you're in Bogota,

but your profits
are piling up in cash

in the United States.

And you can't move
all that cash

back to Colombia
without attracting attention.

You gotta launder it
to make it legit.

So you hire a black market
money broker.

Now, this broker
finds Colombian nationals

with checking accounts
in the United States.

Their broker gets
these solid citizens

to write clean checks

in exchange for
the dealer's dirty cash.

The dealers can deposit
their checks any way they want.

Like into the Casa Vega account
at Brevet Investments.

Any idea on who's
making the deposits?

Well, the forensic
accountant

gave us this list.

From cocaine
to dirty cash to clean checks,

you launder it
through Wall Street,

wire it back
to Bogota.

Capitalism at its best.

Now, this is a name I know.

Elvira Castilla,
Jackson Heights.

I collared her son
for selling weed

out of the family bodega.

So?
I invested some money.

That's not a crime.

Money laundering is.

All I did
was write a check.

So did Brevet Investments
pay you any dividends?

No, but that's the way
the stock market is.

You win some, you lose some.

Now would you please leave?

I gotta close up.

Your son Pedro...

he's up in Green Haven.

Yeah.
You put him there.

It's a seven-hour bus ride.

Can't visit him too often.

Sing Sing--that's
a much shorter trip.

So you could
get him moved?

You help us out,

he gets transferred.

There's this man.

He's well-respected
in his community.

Nice wife and kid.

He came to me,
said he had a cousin.

Wanted to invest some money.

But he was illegal.

So he asked you
to write a check

to Brevet Investments?

For $450.
He gave me back 500 cash.

So a 50-buck
profit for you.

How many times did you
do this favor for the cousin?

I wrote 15,
maybe 20 checks.

That's all I know.

Give us a name.

Guess no one's home.

Senor Montoya!

Policia.

Mr. Montoya, police!

Dead.

But not for long.
The bodies are still warm.

(Sandoval)
In here.

Bastard kills a kid,

doesn't even have
the balls to look at him.

[boy groans]

[groans]
Oh, my God!

Call for a bus!

Faster if we take him in.

Esta bien, mi hijo.

Esta Bien.

Three years in narcotics,
I've seen a lot of bad stuff.

But never
a dealer so cold

that he'd shoot
a child in the head.

I want in on this.

Okay.
I'm calling Elliot.

He should be
finishing up the crime scene.

Detectives...

He gonna make it, Doc?

The kid was lucky.

The bullet deflected
off the frontal bone.

Just grazed the scalp.
Is he awake?

You can see him.

Hey, there.

I'm Olivia.
What's your name?

Maybe he doesn't
speak English.

Why don't you
go ahead.

Hola.

Como te llamas?

San Antonio.

Es este tu santo?

His name's Antonio,
after the saint.

Antonio, me llamo Miguel.

Soy policia.

Mi mama y papa?

Bueno, Antonio...

tu mama y papa...

Papa Dios
se los llevo al cielo.

He says God
took them to heaven.

Ask him why.

Porque Papa Dios
hizo eso?

Para salvarles el dolar.

Porque le hizo dano
a mi mama y papa.

To save them their pain.

He was hurting them.

Quien, Antonio?

El Fantasma.

[beeping]

Um...

he's saying a ghost...

shot him.

I think he's
still out of it.

Okay.

Stabler needs us
at the ballistics lab.

Adios, Antonio.

Ballistics results

from the Montoya
homicides.

Take a look.

On the left, the bullet
taken from Mrs. Montoya.

Three twists
and a left groove.

On the right, the slug
taken from Mr. Montoya.

The same gun.

It makes sense
that they're identical.

Now look at this.

It's a perfect match.

Same triple twist.

Is that the bullet
from Antonio's bed?
No.

From an unsolved homicide.

What case?

Murder of Alexandra Cabot.

Who's that?

Our old A.D.A.

(Cragen)
Alexandra Cabot
was prosecuting a rapist

who worked for Cesar Velez,
the narco baron.

Velez ordered
the hit on Cabot

and blew up D.E.A. agent
Tim Donovan,

who was working
the case with us.

The ballistics
match to the weapon

used in the Cabot homicide

is our link between Velez
and the Brevet-Montoya murders.

And we believe that Elena
and Jason Brevet

embezzled a couple of million
dollars from Cesar Velez.

Sergio Montoya was working
as their middleman.

When Velez found out
that he was getting ripped off,

he ordered the hit.

And the hit man was good.

He left zero
forensic evidence

at the Brevet
and Montoya homicides.

Our best lead
is the security footage

from Brevet Investments.

We've excluded
over 200 employees,

messengers,
and janitorial staff.

We got about 75 subjects
left to identify.

We got a lot of names.

All the employees
at Brevet,

everybody involved
in the money laundering scheme.

Somebody has gotta
connect back to the cartel.

D.E.A. can help us out
with that.

Their HIDTA computers
are programmed

to find links
between cases.

Good.

Get over to HIDTA.
Run every name we got.

Yes, sir.

Christine Torres, First Street,
Brooklyn, New York,

sold checks to Montoya.

Uh, owns a Laundromat.
Two kids, Calvin and Jose.

Born in Puerto Rico.

No Colombian connections.

No links to any
of your other names.

Next.

That's all we got.

This guy really is a ghost.

What'd you say?

Our kid witness said
a ghost killed his parents.

Say it in Spanish--
El Fantasma?

Why, does that
mean something to you?

El Fantasma,
The Ghost.

Contract killer.

His name's come up in dozens
of assassinations in Colombia.

What do you know about him?

Real name's Liam Connors.

Born in Belfast.
I.R.A. hit man.

Did some time
in the Maze.

Disappeared from Northern
Ireland about five years ago.

Resurfaced in Bogota.

Well, what's an Irish guy
doing in Colombia?

Since the cease-fire
in Northern Ireland,

a lot of out-of-work
I.R.A. guys

are down there
training narco terrorist groups,

helping them combat
U.S. anti-drug activity.

So why is Connors
called The Ghost?

Because he walks through walls
to get his targets.

No one sees him coming,

no one's left alive
to see him leave.

Except our kid.

I'm gonna
go back to the squad,

get everyone
on this Connors.

We gotta ask Antonio
if he can describe his ghost.

Thank you.

Hola, Tonio.

Como estas?

Muy bien, Senor Miguel.

What's your name?

Olivia.

(Antonio)
I remember you.

Good.

Because we need your help,
Antonio.

To find the person
who shot you.

Okay.

How did you know
that it was a ghost

in your house last night?

Mommy said so.

She was screaming.

That's why I woke up.

Tell us
what Mommy said.

El Fantasma.
Asesino.

"Murderer."

And then I heard the gun.

What happened next?

The Ghost
came into my room

and shot me.

When The Ghost
came into your room,

were your eyes open
or were they closed?

Closed.
I was scared.

So I pretended
like I was asleep.

I know that it was scary,
Antonio.

But I think maybe
you took a little peek?

Just for a second.

Would you recognize The Ghost
if you saw him again?

I don't want to.
He'll kill me.

It's okay, Antonio.

We're not gonna
let that happen.

The Ghost can't hurt you.

I know what he looks like.

Elliot.

How's Antonio?
He's better.

A.C.S. is placing him
with a cousin in Staten Island.

He's being discharged
this afternoon.
[cell phone ringing]

Did he get a good enough
look at The Ghost

to pick him
out of a lineup?

I think so.
If we can find Connors.

He's probably halfway back
to Bogota by now.

Well, he's not getting on
any commercial flights.

I checked with Interpol,
everyone's looking for this guy:

F.B.I., C.I.A.

He'll have
an escape route ready.

Private plane, boat,

maybe even
a border crossing by foot.

Munch has got something.

Rent-a-car parked
in a loading zone

outside Brevet Investments

got a parking ticket
late Friday night.

Liam Connors
rented the car?

No, it's a Bronx guy
by the name of Doyle Shanahan.

Fund-raises for the I.R.A.
in bars around New York.

Where can we find him?

He works
in a warehouse downtown.

(Irish man)
You can't arrest me
for rentin' a car.

Okay, how about
conspiracy to commit murder?

What are you talkin' about?

Liam Connors.

You rented a car for him.
He used it in a homicide.

I don't know anything
about a homicide,

and I don't know
Liam Connors.

Sure you do.
He's I.R.A.

You raise money
to buy them guns.

I raise money
for Sinn Fein,

a legitimate
political party

fightin' for peace
in Ireland.

And how does shooting
an eight-year-old in the head

bring peace?

Along with five others.

Connors killed them all.

Liam Connors

doesn't work
for your people anymore.

He's a contract killer
for the cartels.

I didn't know.

I swear.

He just asked
for a favor for the cause.

Favor was the rental car?

Said he was having

some secret meetings.

Needed a car that couldn't
be traced to him.

I never saw Liam.

Just dropped it off,
picked it up yesterday.

Where?

At a fuel depot.

Over in Gowanus,
on the canal.

Ready?

Hit it.
Huh!
[kicks door]

Go, go, go, go!

Police!

(Benson)
Connors!

(male officer)
Seal off the outside!

Get the car!

We're in pursuit of
homicide suspect Liam Connors

headed south
along the canal.

Headed south!

[siren approaching]

Unh! Ohh!

You okay?

Fine--go, go, go!

[siren]

(Benson)
I see him.

He's headed
for the Carroll Street bridge.

[tires squeal]

Connors!

Let's see the hands, Connors!

Let me see your hands!
Now!

Drink a mouthful of that,
you'll die in a week.

I'm unarmed.

Six men will be
standing in a row.

And you're gonna tell me

if you've seen
any of them before.

He'll be mad.

The Ghost will
come back and haunt me.

Antonio, I'm not gonna
let that happen.

And, remember,
the men can't see you.

You ready?

Yes.

Okay.
Come on.

Why don't you just
jump up there?

Good.

Now...do you see anybody
that you recognize?

Do you recognize
anyone?

I see The Ghost.

Number three.

And where did you
see number three?

He came into my room
and shot me.

So, why'd you kill him?

[door slams]

[Irish accent]
Don't know what
you're talkin' about.

We got a witness
who I.D.'d you.

What witness
would that be?

You'll find out in court.

I didn't kill anyone.

You raped and tortured
a woman for her house keys.

I think if the price
were right,

you'd murder your own mother.

I'm glad
my mother's not alive

to hear you slander
her only son like that.

Now, Liam, look,
you've done time.

You know how
the system works.

You give us the guy
who hired you,

your life expectancy
goes way up.

Threatenin' me
with the death penalty?

Now, that's original.

But I suppose I'd be afraid

if I'd actually
committed a crime.

A crime?

No, no, no, no, no.

Five homicides.

And then there's
the big one:

the murder of an assistant
district attorney.

This dead lawyer
was a friend of yours.

You want revenge.

I'll settle for justice.

Somebody killed
my friend,

I'd wanna hurt them...badly.

Well, I'm a patient man.
I'll wait for your execution.

Don't count
on that happening.

It's a beautiful system
you Americans have.

The defendant
has so many rights.

Sure, I'll sit
in a jail for a year or two.

And then a courtroom,
where you put on a show.

But in the end,

two little words
will set me free:

reasonable doubt.

I got one big word for you
that's gonna kill you:

eyewitness.

[whispering]
You're guilty.

[whispering]
Am I?

I can see that vein
pulsin' in your temple.

Your jaw clenchin'.

Look at that.

You made a fist.

You'd like nothin' better
than to hit me.

How did your friend die?

Was it quick...
or was it slow?

You tell me.
You know, you were there.

Really?
Yeah.

Did anyone see me?

Good night, detective.

Sleep well.

[door slams]

Smug bastard.

Except he's right--
nobody saw him shoot Alex.

We've still got Antonio.

We've got four murders

resting on the shoulders
of an eight-year-old

who said he saw a ghost.

(woman)
Will the grand jury
take long?

Hour, tops.
Then we'll take you home.

Can I put
the siren on?

On the way home,
if you do a good job.

Gun!
[machine gun fire]

Get down!

Go, go, go!

[tires screech]

Antonio. Come on, honey.

Mike has to get
to the hospital.

No!

I'll be okay, Tonio.
All right?

I just need to get
a few stitches.

I'll be back soon.

Don't leave me.

How long is Mike
gonna take?

If there's no bullet fragments
in the wound,

he should be good to go
in a couple of hours.

All right if the kid
rides with you?

Sure.

I need you
to ride with them.

See you guys
at the hospital.

(Mike)
Antonio, you can't go back
to your cousins.

But who's gonna
take care of me?

We're gonna
figure that out.

But why don't we
let Mike get dressed, okay?

Come on.

He has no other family
in this country?

We'll have to set him up
in foster care.

Captain, an attempt's
already been made on his life.

And we didn't tell anyone
Antonio was our witness.

You know, Captain,
Antonio could come home with me.

My place is small,
but at least...

Sorry, Mike.
The department would have a fit.

Plus, the defense attorney
will raise hell.

A Marine Corps buddy of mine
is stationed at Floyd Bennett.

Maybe he can stay
in the barracks.

No place safer than the middle
of a platoon of jarheads.

Set it up.

(Sandoval)
Captain, you think somebody
should stay with Antonio?

I'll clear it
with your C.O.

Thanks.
I'll tell him.

Grand jury deadline
is at 3:00.

Gotta get Antonio
down to court.

If you're late, Judge Preston
will cut Connors loose.

(Judge Preston)
You're late, Ms. Novak.

It's 3:15.

Sorry, your honor.
I was in the grand jury.

They just indicted the defendant
on all counts.

15 minutes too late.

There was an attempt
on the eyewitness' life.

I think witness tampering
is grounds for an extension.

My client's been on Rikers.
He didn't shoot anyone.

And I'm betting you don't have
any proof of his involvement.

So it's just a coincidence
that Antonio Montoya

was shot at on his way to
testify against the defendant?

You can call it
whatever you like.

You still can't
connect Mr. Connors

to the shooting
of your witness.

(Judge Preston)
I'm sorry, Ms. Novak.

I can't grant an extension
without proof

of the defendant's complicity
in the shooting.

The People have failed
to meet the deadline.

I'm ordering the defendant
released until the trial.

Your honor, Connors
is a flight risk.

If you let him go,
we will never get him back.

I give you my word
my client will make

all of his court
appearances.

I would like something
stronger than his word.

I'm sorry.
You're free to go, Mr. Connors.

[gavel strikes]

Arrest him.

Your honor,
my detectives are here

to re-arrest
the defendant.

On what charges?

The murder of Assistant District
Attorney Alexandra Cabot.

Your honor,
this is a blatant attempt

to unlawfully
detain my client.

(Judge Preston)
Save it, counselor.

Alex Cabot
was a friend of mine.

I'll see you both
at arraignments.

[gavel strikes]

You can't prove
I killed her.

And the dead can't talk.

William Connors,
you're under arrest for murder.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right,
anything you say...

[door opens]

What the hell
are you people doing?

Agent Hammond.

Most people knock first.

You should have called me

before your detectives
arrested Liam Connors

for the murder
of Alex Cabot.

Connors blew up
one of your agents.

I didn't expect flowers,
but I thought you'd be pleased.

If Connors goes to trial,
I'm called to testify.

What am I supposed to do?

Do your job.

That's exactly
what I'm gonna do.

I just came to tell you
that you're on your own.

I'm not gonna ruin my career
by committing perjury.

Do we understand each other,
Captain?

She's alive.

You son of a bitch.

You stashed Alex
in Witness Protection.

You didn't know.

How the hell
did you think

you were gonna
get away with this?
Captain--

Forget your not mentioning
that Alex Cabot's alive.

Captain, we couldn't.

You signed an affidavit

charging Liam Connors
with her murder.

Staying dead
is her only protection.

You perjured yourselves!
It's a Class E felony!

We didn't know Novak was gonna
force us to arrest him.

Now, the only way to refuse

would be to tell her
in open court Cabot's alive.

I know
why you did it.

But you can't
send somebody away

for a crime
they didn't commit.

Connors kills
for a living.

We're in a position
to stop him.

Now, that's justice.

So the ends
justify the means.

You gonna shed tears
over him?

We did what we had to do.

What you did was put your jobs
and pensions on the line.

You jeopardized
every pending case you have

and every conviction
you've ever gotten.

That's what you did.

Now, do you think Alex Cabot

would want you to do that
in her name?

So what are you
gonna do?

I wish the hell I knew.

[car doors slamming]

What happened?

So this
is what he looks like.

Every time a stranger
glanced at me,

I thought,
"Has he found me?

Is he going to kill me?"

And now I know.

[sighs]

I would like
nothing more

than to see Liam Connors
pay for what he did to me.

But it goes against every
principal I had as a lawyer

to try a man for a crime
he didn't commit.

You understand
I didn't have a choice?

I know you can't
commit perjury.

You're going to have
to tell the court

that I'm still alive.

I'm only sorry

the bastard won't have to answer
for what he did to you.

Oh, he will.

I want him charged
with my attempted murder.

No, you'd have to go back
to testify.

That's stepping
right into the crosshairs.

For years, I convinced victims
to face their attackers.

Now it's time for me
to step up.

Your testimony
won't help the case.

You can't I.D. Connors
as your shooter.

If I don't go back,
the defense will issue

a missing witness charge.

And then you
will lose your case.

We've still got Connors
on four counts of murder.

Because an eight-year-old boy
has the guts to testify.

After being shot twice.

Alex...

If you go back,

they will
try and kill you again.

I have lost my home...

my job...

my friends...

My mother died,

and I couldn't
go to the funeral.

Liam Connors is not going
to take my conscience too.

[door opens]

We work together.
You should have trusted me.

We made a promise.

You hung me out to dry
in court.

We gonna need lawyers?

I hope not.

Alex.

You didn't
have to come back.

I know, but who else is gonna
get you out of trouble?

Before everyone
gets reacquainted,

they're waiting for us
in court.

(Judge Preston)
Have the People secured
a new indictment

of the defendant?

We have, your honor.

Under the indictment
72404,

the defendant is hereby charged
with attempted murder one.

Another indictment?

This is ludicrous,
your honor.

My client was arrested
for Murder One.

What happened to that charge?

The People withdrew it.

Obviously
for lack of evidence.

Ms. Novak, you can't keep
throwing bogus charges

at my client,
just to keep him in jail.

Who is your complainant
in the attempted murder case?

A.D.A. Alexandra Cabot.

[door opens]

(defense)
Your honor, I want Detectives
Stabler and Benson arrested.

(Judge Preston)
On what charge?

Perjury.

They filed
a false instrument,

charging my client
with Ms. Cabot's murder.

(Novak)
The detectives had no choice.

Revealing the truth

would have endangered
Ms. Cabot's life.

My client
was unlawfully detained.

I also want them
charged with false arrest.

Your honor, if we had
arrested Mr. Connors

for attempted murder,

he would have been incarcerated
for the same amount of time.

So there was
no loss of liberty.

I agree.

I find no underlying violation
of your client's rights.

Detectives Benson and Stabler
will not be charged.

But see that they play
by the book from here on out.

The defendant shall remain
on remand.

Ten minute recess.

[gavel strikes]

Something happen
to Antonio?

No, he's okay,
but we've got a problem.

I'm really scared.

I don't wanna see The Ghost.

He gives me bad dreams.

He says he's
going to kill me.

He had a nightmare
last night.

The Ghost had a gun
in the courtroom.

Well, that sounds like
a really scary dream.

But, you know what,
Antonio?

The Ghost doesn't
have a gun anymore.

'Cause the police

took it away from him.

I know.
Mike told me.

But I still don't want
to go to court.

I got shot,
just like you.

By The Ghost?

Yes.

And I have
to go to court too.

Are you scared?

A little.

I get scared that he might
try and hurt me again.

But then I remember that I
have friends to protect me,

just like you do.

And it makes me
feel safe.

I wish my mom was here.

I'll keep working with him.

Come on, Tonio.

Bye.

We should keep
preparing my testimony.

You know, we've gone over
all my questions.

I think you're ready.

Are you?

Ohh.
Casey, I'm sorry.

That was...out of line.

It's gotta be hard to be
on that side of the desk.

If Antonio doesn't testify,
we're screwed.

I know.

Oh! Who's your daddy?

Wanna double it up?

Uh, you win.

Next game,
your ass is mine.

You're gonna do great
tomorrow.

When I was a prosecutor,

I never went to court
without a plan.

Well...

You've never been the victim.

I should be
trying the bastard

who shot that little boy.

You're gonna be back.

[knock on door]

Hey, it's Liv.
Open up.

Time to go home.

Hey.

You get
your beauty sleep.

I'll be back 8:00 sharp
tomorrow morning

to bring you to court.

Good night.

He beat you again?

Oh, like a rug.

You want to keep playing?

Nah.

I wish
these windows opened.

I-I want
to smell the city.

You mean the, uh,
rotting garbage

and the diesel exhaust.

Wisconsin
is so quiet at night.

Sometimes,
when I get homesick,

I hum the Mister Softee song.

Well...

You making any friends?

There's a claims adjuster

at the insurance agency
where I work.

And we've been
seeing each other.

Good.

He's a good man.

He thinks
I'm from Tulsa.

And when we're
in bed together at night,

he whispers my name.

Emily.

It's hard to be
someone that you're not.

I can't stop thinking
like a prosecutor.

Connors is going to sit
in that courtroom tomorrow,

looking like a choir boy.

He is going
to charm the jury

with his Irish brogue,

and--and
I have to make them

see who he really is.

But...I don't even
know what makes him tick.

Alex...

You didn't see this file.

(Novak)
Finally, Ms. Cabot,

would you describe
for the jury

what happened
after you were shot?

I woke up
in the hospital.

The marshals were there.

They told me
that I was dead, officially,

and that the only way
they could keep me alive

was in Witness Protection.

Thank you.

Your witness.

That sounds like
quite an ordeal.

I think we're all very moved
by your experience.

Do you have a question?

Only one.

Did you see my client
shoot you?

I saw his gun
aimed at my heart.

Please, Ms. Cabot.

Just answer the question.

On the night
that you were shot,

did you see Liam Connors
anywhere in the vicinity?

No, but he's a coward.
He likes to run away.

Did you leave a family
behind in Ireland, Mr. Connors?

Your honor--

Ms. Cabot, please.

You have
absolutely no idea

who shot you, do you?

Oh, I have an idea.

It's the kind of man
that likes to rape a woman

to make her talk.

Let me rephrase
the question.

Did you see
Liam Connors shoot you?

No.
But I know it was him.

Objection, your honor.
It takes a lot of balls

to shoot an unarmed woman
and a sleeping child!

Objection!
Too bad your aim
wasn't a little better!

You think you're safe?
They know where you are!

You should have
stayed dead!

[gavel striking]
Enough!

We're in recess

until Mr. Kressler
can control his client.

You may step down,
Ms. Cabot.

Hi, Alex.

Antonio, I am so glad that
you could come to the court.

I'm proud of him too.

But you still
have a decision to make.

Antonio...

what do you want to do?

I don't know.

I wanna tell the judge
what he did to my parents.

But I'm still kinda scared.

I understand.

I just had my turn in court.

Did you see The Ghost?

Yes.

Were you scared?

Yes.

But now that it's over,
I feel much better.

Antonio Montoya.

[sighs]

I wanna do it.

Okay.

Hmm.

[scoffs]

On the first count
of the indictment,

the attempted
second-degree murder

of Antonio Montoya,

what is your verdict?

Guilty.

On count two,
the attempted

murder
in the first degree

of Alexandra Cabot,

what is your verdict?

(foreman)
Guilty.

On count three,
murder in the second degree

of Elena Brevet,
what is your verdict?

Guilty.

Count four,
murder in the second degree

of Jason Brevet,

what is your verdict?

Guilty.

(Novak)
Guilty on all counts.

I never doubted
it would be anything else.

Let's get
this party started.

Ooh, that's what
I'm talkin' about.

(Stabler)
Alex knew just how
to push Connors' buttons.

She's a great prosecutor.

And you gave her
the ammunition.

(Novak)
Don't let me
drink too much.

Penalty phase starts
first thing in the morning.

Slam dunk.
Live a little tonight.

Is that her?
Is that her?

Shh, shh, shh.

Where's Alex?

Marshals are moving her
and Antonio to new identities.

She asked me
to say good-bye.

( wolf howling )