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- In the nation's
largest city,

the vicious and violent
members of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized Crime
Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

- [breathing heavily]

[gunshots]

- Officer down!
- Officer down.

Officer down. I repeat.

- Can't feel my legs.

- Jamie, calm down.

- What are you talking about?

- The bullet went
through his spine.

- We're gonna need
another medic now.

- I can't live like this.

[sustained tone]
[gunshot]

- [panting]

[somber music]

* *

[horn honks]

Hey.

What's up?

Something wrong?

- No. Nothing.

- Look at me.

Look at me.

You take something?

- I'm freaking out, man.

I'm good. I can drive.

- Tweak, we screw this up,
I can't save you.

All right? We're almost there.

- I know.

I know. I got it.

[pensive music]

Come on, man.
Don't look at me like that.

- Well.

- I already got a dad
that hates my guts.

- You listen to him
as much as you listen to me?

- Less.

Here he comes.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- When we get to the lab,
you stay in the truck.

- What? Why?

- Just listen to me.
Do as I say.

* *

- [speaking Spanish]

- You're the one
who's late, my man.

- Come on, man.
Not this voodoo crap again.

- Hey, this guy got me
from Santo Domingo

to the United States and
through every job I ever had.

He stays.

* *

- So, Espinoza,
I noticed the hazmats.

What are they for?
I thought we were the ride.

- Trust me.

You're going to want them.

[crowd shouting]

Cuidado. Cuidado.

[crowd yelling]

- Please step back.

Whoa! Hold up.

- Those are ICE agents.

- Go around them.

- They're not looking for us.
Just sit tight.

- This is my head
if we're late.

Jump the curb
and go around them.

- I--I can't.
There's people there. Wha--

- Tweak.

[speaking Spanish]

[tense music]

* *

Oy!

* *

[horn honking]

[people screaming]

* *

- Hey!
- Police!

Don't move! Don't move!

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun! Drop the gun!

Up against the truck.

* *

[tense music]

* *

in a fraction of the time
that you or I can,

it is capable of using
that information

to forecast where and when
criminal activity will occur.

Artificially intelligent
policing isn't the future.

It's already here.

[applause]

- So is this Skynet or HAL?

- Shh.

- The algorithm
also allows agencies

to allocate resources
more effectively,

saving money
without cutting corners.

- I mean, it sounds impressive.
- It is impressive.

- Until it sends someone
back in time to kill you.

- It's just a tool.

It doesn't make decisions.
We do.

- Honestly, I'm surprised
you're down for this.

- What?

Allocating resources
efficiently is my jam.

- You know what I mean.

- You're talking about bias?

- The data is only as good
as the people who feed it.

Better us feeding it
than someone else.

- Now, I'm not
gonna convince everybody.

I get that.

When technology leaps instead
of steps, it can be scary.

But I promise you this.

AI will not only save time,
it will save lives.

[applause]

- If this does even half
of what he claims,

this man's gonna revolutionize
policing forever.

- Didn't know
you were such a fangirl.

- Change can be a good thing.

- What have you got? Anything?

- Not everyone thinks so.

- I'll handle Stabler.

You guys get back to work.

- God, I love
not being the boss.

- You got the report, right?

DEA said they were
gonna send it to you.

We've gotta find Espinoza
before Los Santos does

or this entire operation
is just completely shot.

- Welcome back, Detective.
I missed you too.

Can we take a breath
and try that again?

- I was this close.

[pensive music]

- We'll get him.

- You're damn right
I'm gonna get him.

How are they doing?

- Jet's sharp edges
are more like razor blades.

She's keeping everything
close to the vest.

And Reyes is
throwing himself into work

a little bit too much.

Reminds me of you.

Not in a good way.

* *

- Jamie left a big hole.

You know, this operation--

- Operation was a choice.
You made your choice.

- Yeah. And?

- And there's
a lot more healing

you need to do yourself.

In more ways than one.

But first, let's finish
what you started.

- DEA is bringing us in?

- Yeah, that was the easy part.
- Right.

- Getting them
to share information,

whole nother nightmare.

- They're the DEA.

Okay, the lab
is still out there.

And unfortunately,
Espinoza is our only way

in and up the ranks.

- Last year the numbers
made a massive jump.

Fentanyl now accounts
for 81% of the overdose deaths

in New York City alone.

- It's not how we usually
think about an outbreak,

but when one middle school
loses 11 students in one week,

I don't know what
else to call it.

- Middle school?

I mean, what the hell
is going on out there?

- You have these guys
to thank for it.

Los Santos.

They're the top
fentanyl distributors

on the eastern seaboard.

Pretty much every
overdose in New York City

over the last six months,
you can thank them for it.

- They did it by taking out
the competition

and by keeping
the location of their lab

the tightest secret
since Area 51.

- Area 51, I knew it.

- Pretty much why you
haven't seen me for a while.

I've been trying to find
the lab, shut it down.

- Thanks to Stabler's CI,
we were able to get close

through one of the gang's
lieutenants, Miguel Espinoza.

- According to this guy,
Espinoza,

they're moving the fentanyl
using 18-wheelers

marked up as
grocery delivery trucks.

- Clever way to blend in.

- This morning we were
supposedly on our way

to pick up a shipment
from the lab

until all hell broke loose.

- Hey, don't be
so hard on yourself.

Odds might not have been
in your favor.

I was worried that
donuts might offend.

Did I overcorrect?

- Dr. Vargas, you're early.

Several days early.

- I thought it couldn't hurt
to get started.

I'm gonna get you
a new security system,

because that one,
that one was way too easy.

- Hey, not that desk.
both: No!

- Why don't you guys
set up over there?

Thanks.

Detective Stabler,
this is Dr. Kyle Vargas.

His firm was contracted
by the mayor's office.

- To do what?

- Make your lives
wondrously more simple.

- To do what?

- Pilot program
using AI analytics

to aid in investigations.

- That's
artificial intelligence.

- I know what AI is.
- Okay.

- He's integrating
his system into ours.

It's a trial run.

We're the department's
beta testers.

- We're the guinea pigs.

- This is Detective Reyes.

- Mm.

- And our resident expert
in your field.

- Jet Slootmaekers.
Nice to meet you.

Actually, we've met before
at a conference.

- Webster Hall. No, I remember.

It was data clustering,
modified algorithms?

- Yeah, that's the one.

- Wait a minute, is he staying?

- He's a part of the team.

- What?

- For how long?

- Look, uh, Detective, I'm--

I'm just here
to level the playing field.

Okay, as criminals get smarter,
so must the NYPD.

No offense.

- A little taken.

- Do you mind if I--

- Make yourself at home.

* *

- Who approved this?

- I did.

You've been gone, remember?

You think things just stop
when you're not around?

We've been hemorrhaging.

Not just people but resources.

Thanks to this program,

we've been handed
the keys to the bank.

- Always about the money.

- It's about getting it right.

Shadowerk case?

Vargas and his team used it
as proof of concept.

They uploaded our files,
ran it through their system.

They found our guy
a lot faster than we did.

Look, you don't
have to like it.

- Good, 'cause I don't.

- But I need you to live
with it for a little while.

* *

This thing he built...

just give it a chance.

Maybe it could have
saved Jamie.

* *

- Of course there's no stick
to light it.

* *

[people speaking Spanish
on TV]

- This is loud.

[TV mutes]

Mama?

Antonia! Antonia!

Antonia, where's my mother?
- Wha? Uh.

She's--she's sleeping.

- Wrong.

- What?
- Uh...

- Mama!

Mama!

Hey.

- [gasps]
- What happened to your face?

- Nothing. It's nothing.

It doesn't even hurt.
What are you doing out here?

It's freezing.

- Oh.

But that doesn't look good.

- Well, I'll put
some ice on it.

Better?

I'm gonna be right outside
if you need anything, okay?

- Okay.

What's the matter?

- With me? Nothing.
I'm fine.

- Don't lie to your mother.

- I'll be fine. Get some sleep.

- No.

[stammers]
But wait.

Um.

When is it?

- When's what?

- When am I leaving?

You said I was leaving.

- Oh, no, um.

That was me.

I'm the one who left, Mama.

I told you I was undercover,
but I'm back now.

- No, but you found a place--
or two places for me.

- Yeah, no, no,
there's no hurry.

There's no hurry.

I'm back. We got time.

- No.

No.
[stammers]

I'm not gonna stay here.

I mean, I just refuse
to be a burden.

- What are you talking about,
being a burden?

You're surrounded by family,
people who love you.

I want you to stay here.

They want you
to stay with them.

- Yeah, well, I don't
wanna be passed around

like a bunch of old leftovers.

- Ah, Mama.

- No. That's it.

I've made up my mind.

I have made a decision.

[apprehensive music]

* *

.

[answering machine beeps]

- Call now
before it's too late.

Again, that number is 1-800--
[answering machine beeps]

- Would you like
to extend your car warranty?

[answering machine beeps]

- Hello?

This is Rita Lasku.

I'm looking
for a Detective Stabler?

I hope this is you,
my Count of Monte Cristo.

Call me back if you can.

[answering machine beeps]

- This is Olivia Benson.

Leave me a message
and I'll get back to you

as soon as I can.
[machine beeps]

- Hey, Liv, it's me.

I just got back. Um...

I got a message from someone,
an old case of ours, and, uh...

I--I don't know, maybe I just
wanted to hear your voice.

Um...

Call me.

Bye.

[phone rings]

Yeah?

- Got Espinoza.

- Where?

- He just used his
mother's credit card

to hole up in a crap motel
in Morris Heights.

It's always Mom's credit card.

- If they really
loved their mothers,

they'd stop
making them accessories.

Crap motel, Morris Heights.
The Utopia?

- That's the one.
- Yeah. All right.

Stay put.
I'll be there when I can.

I'll let you know
when I'm on my way.

[suspenseful music]

- Police! Don't move!
- Hey, stay right there!

- Show us your hands!
- Don't you move!

- Don't you dare.

- Get your face
down on the bed now!

* *

- Let me see your hands.

- You miss me?

- I'm not talking.

- You killed my CI
right in front of me.

You think I need a confession?

It's obvious that
you're not understanding

the situation right now.

I am your best friend.

I am your only friend.

- I got friends.
- Who? Los Santos?

No, you're dead to them.

I'm gonna tell you why.

Because you panicked
and you killed a man,

exposing their operation
to not only me, but the Feds.

You don't have anyone.

Even your own mother
is done with you.

We just charged her.

We picked her up
at her knitting class.

- Por que?
She doesn't know anything.

- You shouldn't have used
her credit card then.

That makes her guilty
of aiding and abetting.

That's a five- to ten-year bid,

maybe four years if she knits
the warden a scarf.

[metal bangs]

Yeah.

You did this to yourself.

You're not ready
for the big time.

- Okay, what happens now?

- Well, you know, the usual.

You go to Rikers.

We make sure everyone knows
what cell block you're on.

- So they kill me.

- Who's your best friend now?

[tense music]

- [sighs]

They don't tell us everything.

They just tell us enough
to get our job done.

- So you tell me enough.

Who's the boss man?

- I don't know.

- Who runs the lab?

- I'm not that high up.
- No. No.

- [speaks Spanish]
- No.

- I'm not.

- Okay, so what do you think
they're gonna do right now?

Our truck never showed up.

They've gotta know
something's wrong.

They lay low?

- No, they can't.

The horario.

- Oh, yeah, the schedule.

Gotta deliver death on time.

Well, they ain't
moving too far.

We know what their trucks
look like.

- So you think.

- They reskin them
before they send them out.

Where's the shop?

[engines revving]

- You can't even
open the door for me?

- Babe, you're driving.

It looks weird.

- How's the view?

- Outstanding.

Sorry.

It's my first time.

- And your last.

- I'll shut up.

Promise.

- Now, remember,
if it looks like

they're moving cargo
through there--

- GTFO. Got it.

- This is nasty stuff.
Raw fentanyl.

One whiff and it's good night.

* *

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- We've got the largest
selection of wraps

this side of the Pacific.

Now, this is where
it gets good.

Using a 3D image
of your vehicle,

you can try out
different skins.

I guarantee
you'll find one you like.

- May I?

- Go for it.

- And I just can
scroll here, right?

Just tap it?

- See that?

- I have to make some calls.

He's all yours.

You have a bathroom?

- Down the hall to the right.

- Do you have camo?

[suspenseful music]

- Be careful.

- I'm always careful.

* *

[laughter, chatter]

I'm going in.

- There should be an electronic
logbook mounted on the inside

that you can connect to.

If you can pull data from it,

my system can perform
a link analysis,

cross-check
any common locations.

It should narrow down
where your fentanyl lab is,

if not pinpoint it exactly.

[device chirps]

- What about this one?

- Eh, It's too subtle.

[metallic creaking]

Ooh, this one's lit.
Do you have it in orange?

- Well, our printers
can do any color you want.

Just slide that bar there.

- This one?
- Yeah.

You could sample
the whole spectrum.

- You seeing this?

- Yeah, I'm seeing it.

Guys, I'm pulling plug.

Walk away now.

Walk away. Jet?

- I'm almost there.
I just need a minute.

- You don't have a minute.
Out, now.

- I hear you.

- You know what?

I can't do this by myself.

I need my lady. Bae.

- Reyes, stand down. Reyes.

- Babe?

- Baby.

- I am literally traumatized.

That was the most disgusting
bathroom I have ever seen.

- I'm so sorry, babe.

Hey, they don't even have
a tiger fighting a dragon.

- Let's get out of here.
- Yeah.

Hey, can you grab our car?

You all right?

- Yeah. Fine. Just a headache.

I tagged it with a geotracker,

but we're not receiving
any data.

- Guys must sweep their trucks
before they take them out.

They don't miss a trick.

- So we don't know where they
are or where they're going.

What do we have?

- Coordinates for every place
the truck stopped

for at least 10 minutes
in the past 12 months.

- Which in theory should
give the system enough data

to pinpoint your most probable
location of your fentanyl lab.

- But in practice, we got
two dozen gas stations,

a handful of strip clubs,
and a whole lot

of empty parking lots.

- But we can check them out.

- I can't help you there.

Software doesn't have legs.

Although it does have eyes.

- Surveillance cameras.

CCTV--why go when we can
just sneak a peek?

- Do it.

Are you all right?

- I'm fine. I'm fine.

A little woozy.

The headache is worse,
like very worse.

- Since when?

- Um, the skin shop.

- Get her to the ER.

Tell them potential
fentanyl poisoning.

- What?

- From the cab of the trailer.

- How is that possible?

- Look, this whole time
we've been thinking

the trucks were just transport,

but what if
the entire operation is mobile?

The truck that we're looking
for isn't going to the lab.

- The truck isthe lab.

[tense music]

[tires squealing]

* *

I don't like this.

.

- Six victims total,
all employees of the skin shop.

Killed execution style from
what appears to be a machete.

- Talk about overkill.

- Yeah, but there was
a reason for it.

They were either
feeling the heat from us

or they thought
this place was compromised.

- Yeah, but how are they
gonna do business

without the skin shop?

- That's exactly right.

Only the boss man would have
given an order for this.

- Do you think Espinoza
tipped them off?

- From a lockup?

Doesn't seem likely.

And this truck,
it could be anywhere now.

- We could follow
the skins if we could

get data off that printer.

- Well, the DEA kicked
us off the premises

as soon as it confirmed that
there was fentanyl present.

Their TRU unit
is securing it now.

- So there's no way for us to
get anything off that printer?

- Already did.

- Hey.
- Hey, yourself.

Oh, this old thing?

I always keep one in the trunk.

For parties.

Run it.

- How you feeling?

- Hangover from hell,
but I'm good.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I swear.

According to the printer data,

they're using the same skins
as trucks

from Green Grocer stores.

- Green Grocers?

So there are about 50
in the tri-state area.

What, 500 trucks?

- 1,800 nationwide.

- So we're looking
for one specific truck

in a huge fleet.

- 'Cause we're not asking
the right questions.

- Toner levels.

- Toner?

- I had a side hustle
in college

designing party posters
for fraternities.

Color's a finicky thing.

Even if they did
everything right,

the skins printed at that shop

would contain slight
tonal differences

than the real ones.

- It still seems like
a needle in a haystack.

- Well, my system
has a built-in color detection

algorithm that can identify
specific pixels in an image.

It can spot even
the slightest variance

and tonal density, something
our eyes couldn't pick up on.

- And if we feed it
the printer data,

we can tell it exactly
what to look for.

- See, this kind of thing,

this is exactly why I'm here,
right?

It's not about just getting
the result more quickly.

It's about getting
the right result.

Taking human fallibility
out of the equation

does exactly that.

No offense.

[phone chimes]

- Huh.
- What?

- This is interesting.
- Mm-hmm.

- Espinoza.

- What about him?

- DEA brought him in.

He's an informant for them now.

- Got it.

Interstate 87 heading north.

- Road trip upstate?
- Guess we are.

- I'll let the DEA know
that we're on point.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Reyes, how's that feed
from the DEA looking?

- A lot of hazmats.

They turned a trailer
into a transformer.

I don't think they're
delivering groceries.

We got a vehicle approaching.

* *

They're unloading boxes.

- Boxes are labeled
with Chinese characters.

- What's that about?

- According to Espinoza,
the fentanyl

is coming in from China.

90% pure powder form.

Los Santos just adds
their heroin to it.

- That's where they press them
into pills for distribution.

- Why don't you just go in?

- Because they
haven't done jack yet.

- Probable cause.

Right now it's just
a trailer in a field.

- We gotta get
someone in there.

- And how are we
gonna do that?

- Let me think about it.

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- What's going on?

Why do you have on
that hazmat suit?

- So I can blend in.

No one can really see
my face or my body cam,

which Vargas is connecting
up to as we speak.

- Actually, we're connected.

All systems are go.
- Turn that down.

You're just gonna
walk into that beehive?

- That's the plan.

- Hey, give me one of those.
I'll back you up.

- No.
We already have one too many.

[tense music]

* *

.

[tense music]

* *

- You're getting all this?

- Getting it.

- I can literally feel
the adrenaline

coursing through me.

Is it always like this?

- Every time.

- My guys are in position.

* *

- And we're not the only ones
that know that.

We've been made.

Stabler.

Stabler!

- [speaking Spanish]

[growls, grunts]

* *

- I got two coming out!

[gunfire]

* *

[gunshot]

- [breathing shakily]

- [coughing, choking]

- Show me your hands.
Show me your hands!

Put 'em up! Put 'em up!

Get your hands up!

- He's with me!
That's our guy.

- [wheezing]

- I need Naloxone now.

Thank you, thank you.

- Reyes.

Reyes.

- [grunts]

[gasps]

[panting]

- [wheezing]

You should have worn a hazmat.

Thanks for saving me.

- Any time.

[somber music]

* *

- Neither life nor death

nor things present
nor things to come

shall separate us
from God's love.

Fear not, for I am with thee.

Be not dismayed,
for I am thy God.

I will strengthen thee.

I will uphold thee
with the right hand

of my righteousness.

Amen.

Go in peace.

* *

- [crying]

- Mr. Torres.

Your son would have
wanted you to have this.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I wish I had--

He was a good man.

* *

[knock at door]

- Hey.
- Hey.

[soft music]

I just needed
to make sure you were okay.

- I'm fine.

- Should you be drinking?

- Probably not.

- Huh.

* *

- I thought we agreed
we weren't gonna do this again.

- We did.

* *

- Of course
there's no leftovers.

- Tanya Garcia went missing
from Paramus, New Jersey,

over a year ago.

But thanks to the tireless
work and dedication

of the NYPD
and the Bergen County SVU,

she is reunited
with her mother.

Now, I'd like to point
to Captain Olivia Benson,

in particular,
whose unwavering resolve

has brought Tanya home.

- Randall.

Oh, no.

No.

Oh, God.

- Mama, what's wrong?

What's the matter?

- I--I can't.

They should be here.

Help me look,
will you, Randall?

- I'm Elliot.

What are you looking for?

- The tickets.

I can't find them.

- You don't need tickets.
We're not going anywhere.

We already discussed this.
You're staying here with me.

- No, no, no. I have to go.

- You don't
have to go anywhere, Mama.

- Well, don't just stand there.

- Okay, all right.

- Help me.
- I'm helping you.

I'm gonna help you
look for your tickets.

Where are you going?

- Um.

Um.

- Sit down a minute.

- Don't touch me.

I don't need you.

I need Randall.

I need your brother.

Where is Randall?

[somber music]

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]