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- 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.

[dramatic sting]

- Sergeant Tutuola.
See, that wasn't so bad, was it?

- I hate tests.
- Even when you pass?

- Well, a little less then.

- You know, I am gonna
miss you, Fin,

because they transfer
new sergeants to patrol.

- But first,
they gotta get appointed,

and that may not happen
for a while.

I'm number 622 on the list.
- What?

- I didn't get
a perfect score.

- Hey, sorry if I'm late.

My babysitter didn't show.

I had to park Jesse
with my sister.

- Look, maybe Lucy
can pick her up

after she drops Noah
at preschool.

Do you want me
to call her?

- Yes, please.

- Hey, where's everybody been?
It's just been me and

the Congressman over here.
- The Congressman?

- Yeah, he walked in
half an hour ago.

He's been waiting
in your office.

- A congressman waiting around
for a half hour?

- He must really want your vote.

- Okay, what does he
really want?

- Wants to talk to you.
That's what he said.

- Lieutenant, I'm Luke Bolton.

- Yes, of course,
I know who you are.

How can I help you?

- You may not be aware, but,
according to the Internet,

I'm a customer of an underage
sex trafficking ring

run out of a Chinese restaurant
called the Coral Dragon.

- You are?
- No, I'm not.

But facts don't seem
to matter nowadays.

It's fake news, but a lot
of people seem to believe it.

- People on the Internet.

- They're real people,
but they've drawn

some crazy conclusions
from my emails.

I got hacked.
- Yeah, I heard about it.

The NYPD got hacked as well.

I've had to change my password
about five times.

I still get nervous
every time I log on.

- I wish that were
the only problem here.

It's a dangerous situation.

The owner has received threats.

- Okay, that's not good, but--
- I just put out a statement,

but I'm afraid I've only
made the situation worse.

If you could send someone
to take a look at the place--

the teenage sex slaves
are supposedly held captive

in the basement--and establish
that it's not true.

- Would anyone believe it?

- One hopes the NYPD is
still a trusted institution.

- It's nice to think so.

- This is an alleged sex crime.

You investigate alleged
sex crimes, don't you?

- Yes, we do.

[dramatic sting]

- I guess we can pick up
some General Tso's chicken

while we're here, at least.

- Yeah, Rollins wants
some sesame noodles.

- Yeah, maybe tomorrow,
we can investigate Italian.

Mr. Lee?
- Yes, Detectives.

The Congressman
told me you were coming.

I hope you can help us.
- I honestly don't know if

we're going to be able
to help, Mr. Lee.

- I've been getting
death threats.

My employees are getting
death threats.

- Okay, we can pass that along
to the other detectives.

In the meantime, why don't you
show us around and--

- You! Where are they?
- He's got a gun!

[people screaming]

The girls--where?

- I don't know--
what girls?

- The girls in the basement,
the ones for sale.

Everybody stay calm and easy!
I'm not here to hurt nobody!

Just show me and let them go.

- Okay, why don't you
put that gun down,

and then he'll show you around?
- Ain't your business, buddy.

- Yes, it is.
I'm a police officer, okay?

- Good, you can help me
self-investigate.

- All right, first, I need you
to put that gun down.

- Maybe.

H-how do I know you ain't in it?

Hey!
[gunshot]

[people screaming]

We're not done here!
- Oh, yes, we are.

- He's a police officer too.

Get on your knees!
Hand me that gun slowly.

On your knees.

[tense music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

♪

- This is out of control.
Who's gonna come eat here now?

- Well, we'll get the precinct
to provide security,

but hopefully this is
a one-time event.

- Why are you talking to him?

Why aren't you doing your job?

- Why don't you shut up?

- Tell him to show you
the basement.

- Okay, Mr. Lee, is that
where you keep

your teenage sex slaves?
In the basement?

- No, this is crazy!

- I saw the building plan
online.

Just look through that door.

- Wait, he wants
to see that door?

- Well, Mr. Lee, if you
don't wanna show him

what's behind that door,
you don't have to.

- He wants to see?
[mop rattles]

- So what's this?
This is your teenage sex slave?

- Just check--
check the back wall.

It opens.

[hand smacking solidly]

- Sounds pretty solid.
Get him out of here.

- This restaurant
has no basement.

- Unusual for New York.

- Yeah, but it kind of rules out
the sex slave dungeon.

- This restaurant--
the Internet is not

letting this go.

It claims that the Coral Dragon
has this deep, hidden basement

that you guys just didn't
look hard enough to find.

- There's no basement.
Who believes this stuff?

- Nowadays, people are gonna
believe what they wanna believe.

- But there is
such a thing as reality,

so who's putting out this stuff
about the Coral Dragon?

- Well, it's this website,
TheEndlessTruth.com.

And your guy with the rifle,

Malcolm Barnstable,

he'd been posting comments.

- "Thank you for
exposing this evil.

These people
have to be stopped."

- TheEndlessTruth.com
has to be stopped.

- Well, if idiots with guns
are taking their lead

from them, yeah.

You two, pay him a visit.

[dramatic sting]

- This is the headquarters
for "The Endless Truth"?

- It's all it takes.

That computer connects me
to the world.

- And who are you?

- Ron Duca.
It's my news service.

- You don't have
any other employees?

- Oh, no need.

With the Internet,
one person's voice can be

as big as any organ
of the mainstream media.

- Except the mainstream media
doesn't spread lies

about a sex ring
that doesn't exist.

- They're not lies.

You know Congressman Bolton's
email account was hacked, right?

- And whose hasn't been?

- Bolton's emails
were a revelation.

I had a moral duty
to publish them.

- Yeah, he got a few free rounds
of golf from a lobbyist.

- That was nothing.

Some of my readers took
a closer look at his emails,

starting with this.

- "Meet you at the Coral Dragon,
as usual, 4:00 p.m.

"They've got a new dish
on the menu:

fresh Chinese broccoli,
highly recommended."

Okay.

- Okay, this isn't
about Chinese food.

I mean, who eats dinner
at 4:00 p.m.?

And Chinese broccoli?
Initials, CB.

On pedophile message boards,
CB stands for "child brides."

- It can also stand
for "Chinese broccoli."

- Sure.

Look at these photos,
taken outside the restaurant.

Where are those girls going?
- Home, with their fathers.

- Where are their mothers?

And look at this.

[tense music]

- Coral Dragon.

- Well, look
at the dragon's tail...

heart-shaped.

- Oh, man.

- I'm sure you're
familiar with this

from your law
enforcement research.

Butterfly with
heart-shaped wings,

a symbol for "child lover"
on the dark web.

That restaurant is advertising
what goes on there

for those in the know.

- Yeah, speaking of advertising,
how much do you make

when the nut jobs that
believe all this stuff

go to your website
and click on the ads?

- I'm entitled to make a living.

I'm providing a public service.

- Public service?

One of your wacko fans walked
into that restaurant with a gun.

He could've killed somebody.

- If you really wanna do
a public service,

you could switch your focus to,
say, UFOs, maybe Bigfoot?

Okay, this is dangerous.
- This is free speech.

You can't make me stop.
And, instead of harassing me,

you should be investigating
the Coral Dragon.

- We already did.
There's nothing there.

- Nothing?
[chuckling]

Really?
Have you seen this list?

"Varsity Restaurant Supplies.
Owner: Ronald Fleming."

Arrested by the NYPD,
you guys,

and convicted
of sex with a child.

Do you think that's
a coincidence?

- Well, if we show
that it is, will you let

this whole fairy tale go?

- I'm a reasonable man.
- Great.

[door clicks]

- Coral Dragon?

I sold 'em dishes and cutlery,
but I lost the account

more than ten years ago.

They went with the owner's
cousin in Queens.

The Chinese
like to stick together.

You here because of that crap
on the Internet?

- We're trying to shut 'em down.

- And you're part of their
so-called evidence

because of your conviction.

- Statutory rape, 30 years ago.

I was 25; she was 15.

- That's a sex crime.

- Yeah, the judge
kind of made that point

when he sent me upstate
for four years.

But that was another lifetime.

I'm married now.
I have children.

- So you and Congressman Bolton
don't hang out with sex slaves

at the Coral Dragon?

- I've never met a congressman.

I haven't stepped foot
in that restaurant

since I lost the account.

And I'm allergic to MSG.

- The man who fired the shot
here yesterday,

Malcolm Barnstable,
has been charged with

criminal possession
of a weapon,

criminal mischief,
and menacing.

The NYPD has investigated
this alleged illegal activity

that brought him here,
and we have concluded that

there's absolutely no basis
to these allegations.

The Chinese restaurant
is that indeed.

It is a Chinese
restaurant, period.

And we appeal to the public
not to believe--

- Thank you, Lieutenant,
all of you.

Will that website
cut it out now?

- I'm not sure Duca believes
one word he's saying.

He's--he's making a bundle
attracting readers

who click on the ads.

- Yeah, there oughta be a law.

- Easier said than done.

I hope that suffices.

Thank you, again.
- You're welcome. Good luck.

- What now?
We go back to actual sex crimes?

- That's a thought.

- There's no shortage of those.

I'm on "The Endless Truth"
website, and one of those

Endless Truthers
searching for clues found

a real sex trafficking site
on the dark web.

- Okay, get this to NCMEC
and Computer Crimes.

See if we can trace it.

[foreboding music]

♪

- These are the innocent images.

There are also semi-nudes
showing off the merchandise.

- Where are these from?

- Could be across the street.
Could be Romania.

- The come-on lines
are in English.

- Universal language
of pedophiles,

like air traffic controllers.

- That's a U.S. phone number.

- Burner cell--they don't
pick up unless they recognize

the caller ID.
You have to be a known customer.

- Okay, what if we
work backwards?

We go from the pimp
to the customers?

- It's not hard for johns
to anonymize themselves.

They'd be pretty dumb not to.

- They can't all be geniuses.
Can we at least try?

- All right.

♪

[keyboard clicks]

[electronic beeping]

Most of the messages to the
johns disappear into the ether.

But we've got one with
an identifiable IP address.

- Do you have
a physical address?

A name?

- West 88th Street.
The name is Bolton.

- Congressman Luke Bolton?

- That's the guy.

Looks like he sent in an order
for a little girl.

- I've never seen this
before in my life.

- We're gonna need
to take your computer

and examine it.
- For God's sake, I've got

a teenage daughter.
- We just need to be sure.

- When my email was hacked,
I thought it was

routine harassment,
business as usual these days,

but this--
they can plant things remotely

on people's computers,
can't they?

- But who would wanna do that
on your computer?

- I'm on the House
Foreign Affairs Committee

where I play an active role.

- We read the papers.

- Well, then you might know
that I--I'm a strong supporter

of aid to Kosovo,
which pisses off Serbia.

- So, what, this was planted
by the Serbian secret police?

- Or the Turks.
I support arming the Kurds.

Or China.
I promote arm sales to Taiwan.

Or Russia because
of my stance on Ukraine.

- You have any
friends overseas?

- Canada loves me.
My mother's from Winnipeg.

- Okay, and we're gonna take
all of that into consideration,

but we need to start
by taking your computer.

- Do you really think
I'd be stupid enough to ask you

to open an investigation
that would lead

straight back to me?

- Probably not.

- Okay, that was
Computer Crimes.

Bolton's hard drive
was full of child pornography

and messages
about teenage hookers.

- Either this guy's a perv,
or he's being framed

by some foreign spy group.

- Bolton gave us his schedule.

He was in Washington every time
one of those messages

was supposedly sent
from his computer in New York.

- And it is quite a coincidence
that his computer address

is the only one
that wasn't shielded.

- Okay, so the stuff
on his computer was planted.

- These pictures are real.
These girls are real.

- Yeah, none of them are older
than 15, and they definitely

did not volunteer for this.

- Somebody's running them
and selling them.

And Computer Crimes
found messages from predators.

They're ordering them
for delivery.

- We find these girls.
We rescue these girls.

That's our priority.

- They can't trace
where the messages

or the pictures come from.
- Right, but whoever

is framing Bolton did find them.

They needed a real child sex
ring to make their frame stick,

so they found one.

- But if a spy outfit went to
all this trouble just to smear

a congressman,
then maybe if we find out

who they are, they can
lead us to these girls.

- And who do we call
to find these spies?

James Bond?
- No.

Someone a little less dashing.

Duca.
Find out who sent him

the hacked emails.

- You should be going after
Bolton and that restaurant.

- And we'll get right to that,
but first, we need to know

who sent you Bolton's
hacked emails.

- Why?
- Because it could lead us

to an actual
child prostitution ring.

- That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

- No, an actual, actual
child prostitution ring.

- Forget it.
Anyways, I don't know.

Those emails came to me
anonymously.

- You sure?
No return address?

Not a hint?

- No.
- All right, then you won't mind

us taking a look
at your computer, right?

- No, I would mind.
Absolutely not.

- That's what we thought.

That's why we brought
a subpoena.

[dramatic sting]

- So not only is Duca
fighting the subpoena;

he's representing himself.

- Well, as they say,
anybody that represents

themselves has a fool
for a client.

- Yeah, well, unfortunately,
he's more dangerous than that.

- I have here a motion
to quash the State's subpoena

against Mr. Duca.
- Yes, Your Honor.

- And you're represented by?

- By me.

- I see.
Ms. Callier?

- The state opposes the motion.

Accessing Mr. Duca's computer
is the only way to gain

crucial information
about two on-going

criminal investigations:
the hacking of

a U.S. Congressman and an
underage sex trafficking ring.

- That's all well and good, but
the information on my hard drive

has not been published
and is privileged.

- How so, Mr. Duca?

- I need to protect my sources,
or I can't continue

to conduct important
political investigations.

- Mr. Duca is hardly
a journalist.

He's the author of a website
disseminating fake news

and salacious
conspiracy theories.

- I report on the truth.

I'm a watchdog for the people.

I protect regular citizens

from government malfeasance
and abuse.

- Let's imagine for a moment
he's a legitimate reporter.

The State is still entitled to
the information on his computer.

In the United States versus
Sterling, the court held,

"So long as a subpoena
is issued in good faith

"based on the legitimate need
of law enforcement,

"the government need not make
any special showing to obtain

"evidence, criminal conduct
from a reporter

in a criminal proceeding."

Bottom line is, young girls
are being exploited as we speak,

and the data on Mr. Duca's
computer can help us find them.

- I agree.
The subpoena stands.

[gavel bangs]

- Duca didn't look happy.
- Good.

Look, we need to get his
hard drive to Computer Crimes

as soon as possible.
- On my way to Evidence Control

right now.

- This isn't over.
You're attacking

the wrong journalist.

- Okay, watch yourself,
Mr. Duca,

or gonna be back in court
as a defendant.

- Is that a threat?

- Yeah.
- Well, as long as I know

the rules of engagement.

- Go home, Mr. Duca.
- Oh, I will.

You have my hard drive,
but not my brain,

not my website.
- So?

- "The Endless Truth"
has two million

unique visitors a day,

and they all believe
whatever I tell them to.

- Do you think he even
believes his own hype?

That's he's a
"watchdog for the people"?

- I actually don't think that
he believes anything at all.

- [groans]

- Anything?
- Computer Crimes

has opened Duca's hard drive.

They're working on it,
and they will let us know

when they find something.

- And did they say how long
it might take?

- Could be hours,
could be days.

- So what now?
- We do what the man says

and track this ring down
another way,

the way that we usually do it.

So let's run the photos
through facial recognition.

Cross reference them
with missing persons.

Follow up with NCMEC.
Let's cultivate sources

and see if we can flip anyone
who might be involved

or knows someone
that knows something.

- Hey, Lieutenant?
- Yeah?

- "The Endless Truth" just
posted some new accusations.

- Against who?

- You and Rollins.

You need to see this.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Those pictures
are from yesterday.

- You notice somebody
following you?

- I wasn't looking.

- "How to explain SVU cover-up
of Coral Dragon sex ring:

"Detective Benson and Rollins
both have fatherless babies

"of unknown origin.
Human flesh payoffs

"from sex ring
to look the other way?

What do you think?"

- I think this guy needs his
computer shoved down his throat.

♪

- Okay, and you spoke with your
mother, and she's expecting you?

- Yes, yes, it's all set.
- It's all right with her?

- It's fine.
- Okay, so the squad car

will escort you up there,
and then, when you get there,

the township police will
keep an eye on the house, okay?

- Okay.
- And I'll be out tonight

as soon as I can.
Okay, you're just gonna

go for a little ride with Lucy,
and I'm gonna see you tonight.

- And you've got enough bananas,
Cheerios, diapers?

- They have grocery stores
in New Jersey.

- Okay, see you later.
Look, it's probably nothing,

all right?
We just--we just

wanna be careful.
- I understand.

They'll be fine.
You come when you can.

- I will.
- Bye.

- Love you.
- Bye, baby. See you soon.

- Buh-bye.
- All right, sweetheart,

love you, okay?
- Bye.

- Bye, honey.

[engine turns over]

Bye-bye. Drive safe.

Bye, babe.

[tense music]

♪

- You got 'em away?

- Yeah.
- Good.

"The Endless Truth" is still
pushing that garbage story.

Now some of its readers
are posting threats

against you and Rollins.

- What about Jesse and Noah?

- Some of the self-investigators
like that guy Malcolm,

they're interested in them.

- "Someone should take
those kids from

"their so-called mothers
and test their DNA.

Crack the sex ring.
Let the truth ring out."

- Arrest the son of a bitch
who runs that thing.

- For what?

- Breathing.

- Those photos you took?
That's felony stalking.

- I didn't take them.
My readers sent them in.

- Yeah, readers encouraged by
you to investigate the situation

by taking their kids.
Pal, that's enough

to make an attempted
kidnapping case.

- I didn't stalk anyone.
I didn't kidnap anyone.

I just raised a legitimate
question about this unit's

odd failure to investigate
a ring that enslaves children.

- Do you even believe anything
you're saying right now, huh?

Or is this all about getting
money for clicks on ads?

- You clearly have
no interest in getting

to the bottom of this.
If you did, you'd have

an independent laboratory
test those children's DNA

and tell us
where they came from.

- Because of your insane
fantasies about

"human flesh payoffs"?

- Think she's gonna rip
his head off?

- If she doesn't I will.
- What fantasy?

Now you admit there's
a sex ring exploiting children.

You've seen my evidence
about that restaurant.

Your people even supposedly
talked to that child rapist,

Ronald Fleming, but instead
of investigating that,

you're making empty
threats against me.

- Oh, believe me...
- Stalking, kidnapping?

- You can trust me right now.

Those threats?
Not empty.

- Listen to me.
Listen to me.

If you really want to help
children who are victimized,

then tell us who sent you
those hacked emails.

- I told you,
I don't know.

But I do know that young sex
slaves sometimes get pregnant

and have babies
their bosses don't want,

and you are a single woman
without a child

who suddenly, out of nowhere,
gets a mystery baby.

- Oh, that baby
is not a mystery.

That baby is my son.

- Yeah, where'd he come from?

- Lieutenant?
- Not now, Fin.

- It's important.
- It can wait.

- Liv, please.

[tense music]

♪

- Why are you pulling me out?

I was just getting started
with that guy.

- Just listen.
- Computer Crimes found

something on the son of
a bitch's hard drive.

- Someone's been sending info
to "The Endless Truth."

- Like the hacked emails
from Congressman Bolton.

- That's great.
- Yeah, so it could be

the same hacker that
planted the child porn

on Bolton's hard drive.
- You have an IP address?

- Even better,
he just got picked up.

He's being held at 1PP.

- You're kidding me.
They already have him

in custody?
- Computer Crimes have been

tracking this kid for months.

He's--he's a pretty
active hacker.

- Let's go talk to him.

Start talking, Raj,
or you're gonna be spending

the next ten years
of your life behind bars.

- Disseminating child
pornography is a serious charge.

It's a federal offense,
so there's no way around it.

- So if you have any hopes
of getting out of here

while you're still in your 20s,
you need to come clean.

- I'm not a pervert.
I swear.

I didn't look at any
of those pictures, not one.

- But you did plant them
on Congressman Bolton's

computer, right?
- Yeah.

- For fun?
You have something

against the Congressman?

- It was a job.
I was getting paid.

- By who?
- I don't know.

They found me.
On the dark net.

It's untraceable.
- So what did they want?

- Hack Bolton's emails,
then send them to this website,

"The Endless Truth."
The "Endless Truth" guy, Duca,

he's the one who started the
whole Chinese restaurant hoax.

- And what about
the kiddie porn?

- The restaurant hoax
wasn't enough.

They wanted me
to connect Bolton

to an actual
kiddie trafficking ring.

- And how did you do that?
Where did you find the website?

The actual website
with the underage girls?

- On "The Endless Truth."
- What do you mean?

- There were lots of posts
about this guy who used to do

some work for the restaurant,
so I hacked his computer too

and found a link
to a sex trafficking website.

This guy, he's the real
pervert, not me.

- I told you I haven't been to
the Coral Dragon in ten years.

- Well, this isn't about
the restaurant anymore.

- Then why are you here?

I served my time.
This was all decades ago.

- Then you have nothing
to worry about.

- Is that your computer?

- Yeah, so?

- This is your computer,
your browsing history.

This is what we find.
- And other pictures

with girls unclothed.
- I was only looking.

- Oh, that's a confession.
Illegal child pornography.

- Plus, you were doing
more than looking.

- We found messages to the pimp,
ordering up girls.

Twice in the last month.

- Well, it looks like your sins
aren't all in the past, hmm?

- I, um...I can't help myself.

- Sure, you can.
You're just not

trying hard enough.

- My wife--
this will destroy her.

- It's a little late
to think about that.

- I can't go back to jail.
My business, my children...

- Well, we can put
a good word in for you

to the District Attorney,

but you'd have to do
something for us.

[horn honking]

- Do we have an ETA?

- He made the call for the girl
about an hour ago,

so they should be getting here
any time.

- What kind of car are they in?

- Fleming said a black one.

- That's a big help.

- Guess he wasn't
checking out the car.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[tense music]

- Fin, how's he doing?

- It's all good.
Unis checked the place.

It's clean.
Fleming's sitting here

calming himself
with some cheap scotch.

- Is that a good idea?

- Well, it stopped him
from crying.

- Why do you even need me here?

- Shut up.

- Where does he take the girls
when they get there?

- He's got a couch
in a room in the back.

I mean, this guy
is first class all the way.

- Filthy couch in the back room
of a pots and pans store.

- Yep.

- Prison's gonna be
a step up for this guy.

- Mm-hmm, I'm not sure
he's gonna see it that way.

♪

[engine revving]

♪

- He's here.

- We move?

- No, not till she's inside,
and he offers money for sex.

- I need another drink.

♪

[gunshot]

- What was that?

- This fool just tried
to shoot himself.

- [gasping]

[tires squealing]

- Get him, go! Go!

[engine revving, crash]

[tires squealing]

- We're not going anywhere.

[tires squealing,
siren wailing]

- Call for backup.

[siren wailing,
engine revving]

- All units, SVU Two,
pursuing a black Mazda,

going on east
on Second Street off Bowery.

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

♪

- Hey, turn off the car!

Open the door, now!

Hands up!

♪

Keep your hands up
where I can see 'em!

That's right, nice and easy.

You got him?
- Yeah.

Hands on the roof.
Hands on the roof!

- It's okay, honey.
It's okay.

You're okay now.
Come with me, okay?

You're safe now.
It's okay. It's okay.

- You're under arrest
for sex trafficking.

- Sex trafficking?
- Yeah, now where are

the other girls?
- What girls?

I'm a car service driver.
This is just a fare.

She owes me $11.00!

- Get him to the squad!

- Come on.

- I told you,
she's just a fare, man.

I don't know what she was up to.

- Well, what she was up to
was getting pimped out,

and she's underage.

You're looking at 20 years.

- I don't know anything
about that.

I was just giving
the girl a ride.

- Okay, can you tell me
your name?

- I'm Marian from Salvador.

- Okay, Marian.

So what were you doing tonight?

- Working...for Jerry.

- And who is Jerry?
- The boss.

He make us do the sex.

- You just gave her a ride, huh?

Well, where'd you pick her up?

- In Queens, by Astoria Park.

- By Astoria Park, huh?
You got an address?

- I don't know.
She was on the street.

On Ditmars.
- Did you ever see her

before tonight?

- I don't know. Maybe?

I drive a lot of people.
- Yeah.

- Jerry me da cincuenta dolare.

I give it to the driver.

He take me to a man.

He wait.
I do the sex.

Y él me lleva de vuelta.
He take me back.

- And this driver,
the one tonight,

has he driven you before?
- Sí.

Before, many time, many time.

- How'd you get the call
to pick her up?

- Some guy on my cell.
I figured maybe her father.

- Her father?
Send out his little girl

wearing that much makeup,
dressed like that?

- I don't know.
- You don't know.

You know his name?
You know where

he called you from?
- No. Why would I?

- You're saying that you
never saw this girl before?

- I...don't think so.

[door clicks open]
- Know what?

- You cut the crap.
The girl is talking.

He drives her all the time.
50 bucks a pop.

He waits half an hour,
and then he takes her back.

- Really?

Guess you thought
she was dropping off

Girl Scout cookies, huh?

- Okay, so maybe I suspect,
but I got nothing for you.

I swear.

- Jerry put me in car
and take me to driver man.

- Okay, takes you from where?

- La casa.

Other girls there.

Nosotras nos quedamos juntas.
We all stay there together.

We come to America for job.
Pa trabajar.

To work. No sex.

- Okay, how many other girls?

- Cuatro.

Maria, Sofia,
Valeria, y Christabel.

- And where is this house?

- I do not know.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I don't know.

- You don't know.

- Who brings her
to where you pick her up?

- I don't know.
I never see him.

- You don't know Jerry?
- Jerry who?

- Okay, this guy,
where does he bring her from?

- I don't know.

- Listen, this is
your last chance.

You're looking at 20 hard.

- So I'd tell you if I knew.

That's why he does it
the way he does.

He fixes it so I don't know.

- Is the house near where
the driver picks you up?

- Yes, close.
We drive por cinco minutos.

- What do you see on the drive?

Do you see any stores?
Do you see any buildings?

- Una casa de bombero.
Uh, fireman house?

- So is there--is there
a number, a número,

on the fire truck
or on the firehouse?

- No.

- Okay, um...

And the house where you
live with the girls,

is there a number
on that house?

- I don't know.

- Do you know the name
of the street?

- No, I do not know.
I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- If he knows, he's not saying.

- And I don't think he knows.
- How's the girl?

- Scared, confused.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's Fleming?
- He'll live.

Bullet just grazed his head.

I thought he was going
for another bottle of scotch,

and he had a gun
stashed in there.

The unis missed it.
- We gotta find this house

where the pimp keeps
these girls before he runs.

- What do we got?

- All we know is that
it's a five-minute drive

from the north end
of Astoria Park, and there's

a fire station in between.

- Well, Engine 312 is
on 35th Street south of Ditmars.

- South of Ditmars,
near Steinway, okay.

Let's look at Street View.

Okay, Marian,
is that the firehouse

that you were talking about?

- Yes, I think.
- Okay, good, so, listen,

we're gonna show you all
of the streets around that area,

and you tell us if anything
looks familiar, okay?

- Uh-huh.

- Anything?

- It all look same.

- It's okay, you keep
looking, all right?

Keep trying, anything,
any numbers.

- Espera, espera.
Wait.

We get fudgies there.
- Fudgies?

- Mm-hmm, there.

[speaks Spanish]
Bring good money...

- Uh-huh.
- Jerry take us to buy fudgies.

Como helado,like ice cream.
- Yes, yes, fudgsicles.

- Okay, and how do you get
from the house to the store?

- We walk, very close.
- Great.

So we're in the right
neighborhood, okay.

Great, excellent.
Thank you.

- Okay.

Which way, Marian?

You see the house?

- No.

- Okay.

- That one.

[dramatic music]

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

The statue on the grass.
La Virgen,the Virgin.

- Uh, number 3712, white door.
Let's go.

♪

[gate creaking]

♪

[pounding]

- NYPD!

[crash]

- Go. Go, go.
Go, go, go.

- Get your hands up!
Sit your ass down!

Sit down!
Don't move!

- Where are they?
- What?

- Your name Jerry?
- Yeah, why?

What do you want?

- There's nobody back here.
There's a door

to the basement, locked.

- Let's get it open.
- You have a warrant?

- Yeah, and you're under arrest.
Get up.

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[handcuffs clicking]

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

[indistinct whispers and sobs]

[girls gasping]

- Quién eres?
Qué está pasando?

- It's okay. It's okay.

We're the police, all right?
Everything's gonna be okay.

- Marian, where's Marian?

- She's--she's good.
She's with us.

- That guy Jerry's going
to jail right now.

- It's gonna be okay.
Come on.

Come on, let's get
you girls out of here.

[indistinct chatter]

- Great news, Rollins.
That's great.

Okay, so call the CAC
and let them know

that you're on your way.

Okay, all good.
See you back at the squad.

Mr. Duca, I was just
coming to see you.

- This is harassment.
- No, this is a warning.

If you ever post
another word about my son

or Detective Rollins' daughter,
I will make it my life's mission

to connect you to that
sex trafficking ring

that we just busted.

- I'm a journalist.
- No, you're not.

You're a fraud.
You spread lies.

You write stories
that you know are false

just to create hysteria
and panic.

- I just put it out there.

If people wanna believe it,
that's on them.

- No, this is on you.

And I want
a full retraction today,

by end of day today,
and, if not, I will arrest you

on child pornography charges,
and I will do everything

in my power to make them stick.
Do you understand me?

We're clear.

[sighing]

The girls are all
from Central America.

CAC will be getting in touch
with their families.

They'll be getting counseling
and medical treatment here

and then going home.

- What kind of jobs
did they think they were

gonna get in America?
- Nannies.

Look, I've been checking in
on "The Endless Truth" website.

They've backed off
on you and me.

- You must've put the fear
of God in that guy, Duca.

- That was the idea.

- He is still going
after Congressman Bolton

and the Coral Dragon.

He's saying
"absence of evidence

isn't evidence of absence."
- Dude is nuts.

- Yeah, but,
if you think about it,

his fake news
did lead us to a real

sex trafficking ring
indirectly.

- Send him a thank-you card?

- No.

- Lucy.
- Hi.

- There he is.
Hi.

Come here, sweet boy.

- Lucy has a doggy.
- [chuckling] Yeah, she does.

- Things go okay out there?

- My mother wants
to adopt both of them.

- Well, that's not happening.

We're going home.
Right, Noah?

- Two hours
of personal time?

- Absolutely.

Come on, sweetheart.
Come on, thanks.

- Bye-bye.
- Thank you. Here we go.

[phone buzzing]

Benson, SVU.

When?

Okay, I'm coming.

- What is it?

- The restaurant.

What happened?

- The Congressman, he felt bad
my business was down.

After you told the truth on TV,
he wanted to show people

it was safe to come here.

He came for lunch
with his daughter.

He brought a photographer.

That man came in with a gun.

[camera shutter clicks]

He saw the Congressman
with his daughter.

He shouted at him.

He thought the girl
he was with was...was a--

- I know, I know, I know.

- So he shot him.

[dramatic music]

♪

Is this ever gonna stop?

- [sobbing]