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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.

[screaming]

- It's a hate crime.

- I saw his face.

He took his mask off
for a few seconds.

- Hector Ramirez.
You come clean,

you tell us
who the other two guys were,

you might be able
to cut yourself a deal.

- I didn't kill or rape anyone,
I swear to God.

- What do I need to do?

- Need to testify
in front of grand jury

so we can formally indict him.

- Oh, no.

- Hey,
what the hell are you doing?

- He's being deported to Syria.

- Two people were killed,

and you're deporting
the one person

that can ID the men
that did this?

- The people have just released
Hector Ramirez.

- He won't be free for long.

- The release today of Samra
double homicide suspect

Hector Ramirez
has galvanized civil unrest

outside the courthouse.

Members of the Muslim
and Latino communities

are out in force...
- You guys all right?

- For the most part.
- Wasn't pretty.

- Unfortunately, your day's not
getting any easier.

- What now?
- Maya and Lela Samra are here.

Yeah.

- No, I-I don't understand.

You promised me
that Yusef would be safe,

that New York
is a sanctuary city--

- And I am so sorry.
- No, no, this is on me.

I never should have let him
leave the apartment.

- No, no. Yusef is stubborn.
He wanted cigarettes.

- But he needs to testify.
He's our most important witness.

You said that the D.A.
was getting a warrant.

- By the time we found out
where Yusef was being held,

it was too late.

He was already on
a plane headed to Syria.

- So get him back.

- I have to be honest with you.

I don't know if that's possible.

- So he's just gone?

- And Hector gets to go free?

Like the rapes and murders
never happened?

- Listen to me.

We are gonna find them.

And we are gonna prosecute them.

We are not giving up
on this case.

- Liv, we have a situation.

- Excuse me.
What?

[sirens wailing]
- Move in! Move in! Move in!

[dramatic music]

♪

[police radio chatter]

- Lieutenant Benson, SVU.
Hector Ramirez inside?

- Being held at gunpoint.
- By who?

- Witnesses say two males,
20s, Middle Eastern.

- Do we know what they want?
- No. Hostage negotiation's

been calling the bar's landline;
they're not picking up.

- Anybody else inside?
- No, they let

all the employees,
rest of the patrons go.

Just the three of them.
We're setting up pole cams now.

See if we can isolate
the hostage takers.

- Okay, I cannot risk
this witness getting killed.

- We're on the same page.
Last thing we want

is to lose a hostage.
- I understand that

but this witness is different.
- We'll try to negotiate.

But if we get a clear shot,
we're gonna take it.

- Ugh!
- Come on.

[police radio chatter]

[phone ringing]
- Aakif, there's a lot

of cops out there--
- Good! They should know

we're serious.

Who killed Kanann
and Shala Samra?

- It wasn't me.
I didn't hurt them.

- Then who did?
[phone ringing]

- Should I pick it up?
- No!

- They gave you a job.
They looked out for you.

This is how you repay them?

- You have a visual
in the back window.

Are you seeing it?

- Copy.
I have a clear shot.

- Take it now.
- Just wait.

- [grunts]
- Ohh!

- Move, move, move!

- Shots fired!
Shots fired!

- No! Aakif, no!
- Police! Let me see your hands!

- No, no!
The Samras are good people!

We just wanted justice--
- All right, get him back here.

- Hector.
- They were gonna kill me!

- Yeah, well, they didn't.
- Get him out of here.

[police radio chatter]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- They were gonna shoot me.

I was minding my own business.

- What were you doing
in the bar, Hector?

- Trying to get drunk.
I was locked up for three days.

I wasn't looking for trouble,
I swear.

- What did they want?

- They must've been
following me.

I was having a few beers
and they put a gun to my head

and demanded to know who killed
Kanann and Shala.

I said it wasn't me.
I didn't hurt them.

- You let it happen.

You let those girls get raped.

You let Shala and Kanann die.

- They had--
- You did that.

- They had a gun on me.
- And until you tell us

who else is involved,
this is not going away.

- Hector's lawyer is here.

- What the hell
do you think you're doing?

You can't talk to my client.

- He's a victim in a crime.
- Yes, a victim

who's also facing
a double murder charge.

- He was just telling me
what happened in the bar.

Nothing more.
- He's done talking.

- Okay.
That's your choice.

- And a stupid one, at that.
- Excuse me?

- It's obvious
he wants to cooperate.

- Hector has a rock solid alibi
that his wife will corroborate.

You've got the wrong guy, here.
- So the witness who picked him

out of a lineup--
- Is now in a refugee camp,

somewhere in Turkey.
- And that doesn't mean

that his ID isn't valid.

- I have a client to defend,
and as of right now,

the state doesn't have
enough evidence to convict.

So if you'll excuse me, I'd like
to take Hector to the hospital.

Unless, of course,
you wanna arrest him

for being held hostage.

- [sighs]

Chief.

- What are we looking at?
One dead?

- One of the hostage takers.
- What do we know about 'em?

- The deceased is Aakif Ahmadi.

He's 28, he's
a local business owner.

And the other is Daleel Hamdan.
He's 25.

He's a student at CUNY Tech.
Neither one had a record.

Neither has ties
to terrorist activity.

- As far as we can tell,
it was personal.

Daleel said they were fed up
with the slurs and hatred.

They just wanted to get justice
for the Samras.

- They held Hector at gunpoint
and they demanded

that he reveal
his co-conspirators.

- Did he?
- No.

- His lawyer has him convinced
he's innocent.

- So, look, the wife
is backing up his alibi.

So we need to talk to her and
see if we can crack her story.

- Do it fast.
This needs to end...

before somebody else
gets killed.

- It's your fault.
You arrested Hector.

Made people think
he had something to do

with that horrible crime
at the restaurant.

That's why they wanted
to hurt him.

That's why everyone hates us.

- No, they hate Hector
because he was there.

He was in the restaurant
the night of the attack.

- Says you.

- Says the evidence.

- You don't know what it's like.
I can't leave the apartment.

I can't take the kids outside.

- So work with us, Soledad.
You and Hector.

We can keep you safe.
We can keep your kids safe.

- Hector didn't do
what you say he did.

He was home with me.
- This is not

what's best
for your children.

- You threatening to call
social services again?

- Soledad, all right,
if you get on the stand,

and you lie for your husband,
that's perjury.

That's a crime
- Which means

you could be in trouble.

Which means there's no one here

to look after your kids.

- Stop talking about my kids.

- There's no other way
around it.

You are in
a serious situation here.

- Get out. Get out.

Please get out.

[crowd shouting]

- Ignorance, not immigrants!

NYPD needs to protect
all citizens.

- How many more innocent Muslims
have to die

before NYPD does its job?

- We knew the man who got shot,
Aakif.

- I'm so sorry.

- Why did this have to happen?

- It got out of control.

And he did have a gun.

- Maybe he should have
killed Hector.

- Then we wouldn't know
who the other two men are.

- We need to put pressure
on Hector to cooperate.

And that means
that we need proof.

We need evidence.

So is there any detail? Is there
anything that you can think of?

Anything you can remember
that puts Hector

at the restaurant that night?

- I didn't know it was him.

I didn't recognize his voice.

- Anything?

- One of them,
when they first came in,

he had turned off
the security camera

at the front door.

But he went to it straight away,
like he knew it was there.

- So it could've been Hector.

- Yes. Maybe it was him.

- That's--that's helpful.

That's very helpful.

[solemn music]

- We did find Hector Ramirez's
prints on the security camera.

- Useless.
He worked in the restaurant.

- Yeah, but he was let go
three weeks before the attack.

- Yeah, and he was a bus boy.
He cleared tables.

He wasn't in charge of security.

- Yes, yes, yes.
It's weak evidence.

- Okay, we know.
We all understand.

Let's--let's calm down.

- [sighs]
What about the wife?

She's illegal, right?
- Yeah.

- Let's call ICE.

- Excuse me?

Hold on.
Are we gonna help ICE now

deport a woman
with two little kids?

- I don't know, but we're
certainly gonna threaten it.

- You do remember that New York
is a sanctuary city?

You remember that, right?
- She's lying to protect

a suspect involved
in a horrific crime.

Two people were raped,
two people were killed.

The mother and wife was forced
to watch, to listen.

So call me crazy, Detective.

But in the case of a tie,
my sympathy

is with Maya and Lela,
not with the wife of the perp.

- Lieutenant.
- You're right, Carisi.

That is NYPD's policy.

Absolutely,
we all agree on that.

But this is different.

I'm not a shill for the Feds
and I certainly

don't give a damn about
immigration status.

But right now, what's happening
in this city right now,

we need to play every card
in the deck.

So bring in Soledad
and her kids, too.

- Tonight?
- It's late,

her kids are asleep.
- Now.

- My children are U.S. citizens.

I have their birth certificates
to prove it.

- And I realize that.
They're safe.

- But you're undocumented,
Soledad.

If we call ICE, game's over.

- I work, I pay taxes,
I've never broken the law.

- You're breaking
the law right now by lying

to protect your husband.
- He didn't kill anybody.

He didn't rape anybody.

You don't have
any evidence on him.

- Is that what
his lawyer told you?

- It's the truth.
- Soledad...

those two beautiful girls
are worth protecting.

They're young, they're innocent,

they have their whole lives
ahead of them.

But your husband
is a different story.

You cannot protect him.

Now, I'm gonna give you
one more chance

to tell me the truth.

Or else I'm gonna have to do
something that...

[sighs]
That I've never done before.

And that's to call ICE.

They're gonna send you back
to El Salvador.

And your daughters
will go to social services.

Listen to me.

I don't wanna do this.

Please give me another option.

[tense music]

♪

Okay.

♪

This is Lieutenant Benson
from SVU.

I'm calling
for Special Agent Phelps.

Yes, I'll hold.

♪

- Phelps.
- Phelps, this is

Lieutenant Benson from SVU.

I had an undocumented female
from El Salvador

who's refusing to cooperate
in a rape/homicide case.

- I'll send
an agent right over.

- Wait, stop!

- Can you hold on a second?

- I'll tell you the truth.

Hector wasn't home.
Not until late.

- What time?

- He woke me up at 2:00 a.m.

He had blood on his shoes.

♪

Please, just let me see my kids.

I'll tell you everything.

♪

- Yeah.
- She can see her kids.

Go ahead.

♪

Agent Phelps?

Yes, the situation
has resolved itself.

Thank you.
I owe you one.

♪

- Were you really
gonna go through with it?

Have ICE come snatch her up?

♪

- She just boxed Hector
into a corner.

So he has no choice
than to take a deal.

Go pick him up.

[door opens]

- Your wife blew up your alibi.

She said you came home
around 2:00 a.m.

and you had blood on your shoes.

- That incriminates you, Hector.

That puts you at the scene.

- You're going down
for murder and rape.

With a hate crime kicker.
That's life.

- Give us the names
of your accomplices.

- We need time
to talk about this.

We can't--
- No.

They'll deport Soledad.

I can't have my kids
growing up in foster care.

- Hector, look at me.

If you cooperate,
you agree to testify,

I promise you, your wife
and kids will be safe.

- I was drinking with these two
guys I know from another job.

- Who?

- Mitch Jenkins and Stevie Cole.

- Okay, go on.

- I was pissed
about being fired.

And they wanted to mess
with the Samras.

We were gonna
trash the place, you know?

Yeah, send a message.

But then, Kanann fought back.

They kicked him,

stabbed him.

Then they went after
Lela and Shala.

I wanted the money.
I didn't want what happened.

Things got out of control, man.

- Where do these two guys live?

- Mitch is in New Brunswick.

Stevie lives in Queens.

- NYPD, we're looking
for a Stevie Cole.

- Stevie's not here.
- Oh, yeah? Well, we're gonna

take a look for ourselves.
- You got a warrant?

- We don't need one.
Unless you guys

wanna go to jail for interfering
in a murder investigation.

- Murder? What?
- Yeah, your buddy Stevie,

he's a suspect
in a double homicide.

- I don't want anything
to do with that.

- Stevie Cole?
- Yeah.

- NYPD.
- Put your hands

where I can see 'em.
- What the hell?

- You did the right thing.

- Mitchell Jenkins,
you're under arrest

for the rape and murder
of Shala Samra

and the murder of Kanann Samra.

You have the right
to remain silent.

- He didn't do it! He's being
framed by that lying Mexican!

- Please remain calm.
Keep your voice down.

- Call a lawyer!
- Who?

- Go online! Find somebody!
- What's happening?

- You've got the wrong man.
My husband didn't do this!

Let him go! Let me go!
- Hey!

- Mom!
- Sit down. Stop!

- Mom.
- Hey, honey, it's okay.

It's all right, okay?

You want your kid
to see you like this?

Now I'm gonna let you go.
You take care of your son.

- Come here.

- You did this, Stevie. You.

- No, I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Where were you Friday night?
- I don't have to answer that.

- No, but you might wanna start
thinking about

helping yourself out here.

- We know you're guilty.
We're gonna find DNA.

We're gonna find your prints.

- But you haven't.
- Well, we will.

And the truth is,
we don't need to

since Hector gave your ass up.

You're going down either way.

- Because some stupid beaner
told you I was there that night?

- Stupid? No, Stevie,
he's out in front of this.

He's cutting a deal.
So why don't you smarten up

and tell us something that makes
us like you a little more.

- I didn't do it.

Okay, I couldn't have done that.
That's not who I am.

- So why don't you tell us
who you really are?

- I want a lawyer.

- We know you went over there to
help your buddy

get his back pay, right?

- Things got out of hand.

You got drunk, right?

- Drinking tequila all night.

- So what?
- So what?

What else you do?

You smoke a little meth?

- One of the women
that you assaulted,

she remembers smelling tequila
on your breath.

Juries love that kind of detail.

- Well, then, she must've been
talking about Hector.

I mean, Mexicans love tequila.
And raping.

Just ask the President.

Oh, now I get it. Okay.

So you're on his side, right?

Better to stick it to whitey

instead of one of
your little amigos?

- Oh, I don't know. I wanna
stick it to all three of you.

See, but I'm gonna be honest
with you right now.

I'm taking particular interest
in you.

- So have at it.

- You were drinking tequila, you
were smoking meth. What else?

- You're putting words
in my mouth.

- Okay, well, one of the women
that you and your buddy raped,

she survived.

And she remembers what you
smelled like,

exactly how
your voice sounded like.

- Then tell that stupid
Muslim bitch,

with her little head scarf,
to get on the stand

and convince
12 red-blooded Americans

she's telling the truth.
- Yeah, that's exactly

what we plan to do.
- I didn't do it.

But to be honest, I wish I did.

Because those terrorists
deserve whatever they get.

Just ask my cousin Susan.
Hmm?

Her husband got blown away
on 9/11.

Three kids.

These towelhead bastards
wanna kill us all.

Don't you get it?
- No, I don't.

- See, that's the problem.

People like you.
Stupid, white liberals.

Get me a lawyer, bitch.

- What'd you say?
- Hey, hey, hey.

- You wanna say that again?

You know what?
We'll see you in court, Mitch.

You're being indicted,
first thing tomorrow.

[dark music]

- You've waived immunity
for your testimony here today?

- Yes.
- You also pled guilty

to a crime?
- Yes.

I pled guilty to murder
in the second degree.

And kidnapping.

- Any promises made to you,
in regards to your sentence?

- No.

- Tell the jury what happened
on the night of April 24th.

- Me and two other men--

Mitchell Jenkins
and Steven Cole--

broke into the Samra restaurant,

tied the family up, robbed
the register, trashed the place.

Then the owner, Kanann,

started yelling.

Mitch kicked him,
then picked up a knife

and stabbed him in the stomach.

- Go on.

- Mitch raped Shala.

Stevie raped Lela.

But then Shala
started screaming.

And...

[dark music]

And Mitch smashed her head
against the floor.

♪

And she died.

- The grand jury just handed
down an indictment

for rape, kidnapping, and murder

against Mitchell Jenkins
and Steven Cole.

We will do everything in
our power to convict these men

and to impose
the maximum punishment possible.

Thank you.
[crowd shouting]

Well, we got our work
cut out for us.

- I'm ready.
[gunshots]

[screaming]
Oh! Down! Everyone, get down!

Now!

- Move! Move, move, move!

- Come on.

- Move, move, move, move, move!

Move!

- He's a servant!

A monster!

[grunting]

[crowd shouting]

♪

He's scum!
He's scum, he's dirty!

- Hector was shot.

Son of a bitch!

[distant siren wailing]

♪

- Look, all they said is that
the bullet nicked his aorta.

He's in surgery, but it's bad.

I know. I'll call you
as soon as I hear anything.

- What'd Barba say?
- He said that

he needs Hector Ramirez alive.

- And I need a beach house
in the Hamptons.

- Okay, so we've got some more
information on the shooter.

- Okay, who is he?
- Keith Skinner, he's 28.

He's unemployed; he went to
high school with Stevie Cole.

- Did Mitch or Stevie
set this up?

- We don't know that yet,
but all he's told us so far

is that he's an American patriot
and the towelheads and spics

are part of a conspiracy
to eradicate the white race.

I know, I think that even
the Aryan Brotherhood

would deny this guy's
application.

- Lieutenant Benson?
- Yes.

- We did everything we could,

but Hector Ramirez
didn't make it.

- Damn.

- He was our only witness.

- Okay. So we go back in
and we keep digging.

Somehow, some way,
we need to put those two punks

in the vicinity Friday night.

I'll call Barba.
- Copy that, Lieutenant.

[elevator bell dings]

[tense music]

- Where's Hector?
Where is he?

Where's Hector?

Where is he?
I got here as soon as I heard.

- Soledad, Soledad.
I'm so sorry.

Hector didn't make it.

- This is your fault!

You made him a target!
- Okay.

- You made me betray him!
- It's okay, it's okay.

- [sobbing]

♪

I can't believe he's dead.

No. He didn't deserve this.

Oh, mami. Oy.

♪

- Mrs. Jenkins.
- Like I told you on the phone,

I got nothing else to say.
- Well, we just wanna

chat with you for a few minutes.

Hope that's okay.

Thank you
for coming in, Carleen.

We appreciate it.
I know this has

been tough for you.

- Mitch's lawyer says I don't
have to talk to you.

- You don't,
but I met your son.

His name is Tyler, right?

- What does that
have to do with anything?

- You need to be careful
about what you say, Carleen.

- Are you really
threatening my kid?

- You keep lying to
protect your husband Mitch,

it's not gonna
be good for your son.

- Mitch was with me at home
all Friday night.

That's the truth.
- Come on, Carleen.

You really expect us
to believe that?

You don't think that we're gonna
find evidence that shows

that that's a lie?

Mitch's phone, his footprints,
his DNA.

- If you lie in court
to help Mitch

and he goes down for murder,
you go away for perjury.

Who is gonna be there
to take care of your boy?

- I'm not lying. And you leave
my boy out of this!

- I am trying to help your son.

I also know you and Mitch
have your problems.

You get in arguments,
you get in fights.

You've called the cops four
times in the last two years.

And you dropped the charges.
I understand that.

I get it.
You know Mitch is dangerous.

I'm giving you a chance
to save yourself, Carleen.

- And more importantly,
your son.

- You don't give a damn
about my son.

Because he's not an immigrant
or a queer

or a trans--whatever the hell
they're called.

He's just a regular,
old white kid,

which, for some reason,
is now a curse.

Nobody cares about him or me.

It's like
we just don't matter anymore.

Ask me, that's why we're in
this mess in the first place.

- All that hate.

What's happening
to this country?

It's like all of a sudden,
people feel free

to say all the horrible things

they're thinking out loud.

No common decency.

No filter.

- People have always
felt this way.

Now they just feel empowered.
They have permission.

- Look, I get it. But can you
really blame Carleen?

She's angry, she's frustrated.

She's married to a rapist
murderer who clearly

intimidated her
into covering for him.

- Uh, well, she's certainly
playing the role

of the dutiful wife.
- You mean

the dutiful abuse victim.
- Either way,

she's backing up
her husband's alibi.

We have to prove she's lying.

- We're all over it.
Trust me.

- This is New York City.
Somebody or some thing

had to see those three men
Friday night.

- I already have my guys
recanvassing the neighborhood.

They're gonna find something.

- We hit up every local business
in the neighborhood again.

Finally caught a break.

A deli three blocks away from
the Samra restaurant.

- That's definitely Mitch
Jenkins and Stevie Cole.

- The timestamp says
11:30 p.m. Friday.

That's 30 minutes
after the unis responded

to the Samra's crime scene.

- It does put a dent
in Mitch's alibi.

'Cause his wife says that he was
home with her all night.

- Yeah, but we're gonna have to
give this to the defense.

And they're just gonna adjust
the timeline of the alibi.

- Okay. So, Barba,
this is where we are.

- We need more.
- I can't take this to trial.

We'll get blown up.
- Okay, what about

Hector's grand jury testimony?

- Not admissible.

I already tried
with the judge.

- Maya. What's going on?

- I recognize the faces
of our attackers.

I know who they are.

Mitch Jenkins and Stevie Cole,

the men you indicted.

- You said you didn't
see their faces.

- I could not tell you before.

I was afraid. They said that
they would come back,

that they would
kill me and Lela.

But now that they're in jail,
I am not afraid.

And it was them.
I am positive.

And I want to testify in court.

- Okay, so you actually
saw the faces of both those men?

Steve Cole and Mitch Jenkins.
- Yes.

- But at first you said
they were wearing masks.

- I know and I am so sorry.

I have been struggling with this
since that horrible night.

- Of course.

Can you be a little bit
more specific?

- When they left,
they looked me right in the eye

and they said,
"If you tell anyone,

"we will murder
your other daughter

and we will kill you too."

- So were they ever
wearing masks?

- What do you mean?
- Did you see their faces

the whole time?

Or just for a few seconds?

- They were wearing masks
most of the time

and then they took them off
for a few seconds.

When they threatened me.

- Did Lela see their faces
as well?

- No. It was just me.

I don't care anymore.

Saying nothing isn't helping.

I just want to tell the truth.

And I want to put
these men in prison.

- Okay. As long as
this is the truth.

- This is the truth.

- She's been through hell.
They're filled with rage.

They're doing what
they think is right.

- What does that mean?

- It means I believe
that Maya believes

she saw the faces
of the two perps.

- Do you think that she's
telling the truth?

Yes or no.
- It's not my job

to think or to guess.

It's my job to present evidence

that I believe is credible.

And since we don't have any
proof that Maya is lying,

it's credible.

- So you're gonna
put her on the stand.

- [chuckles]

We both know that victims
and witnesses,

they change their stories,
they change what they recall

all the time.

Her story isn't perfect

but it's plausible.

- Plausible?

So that's the standard.

- At this moment in time, yes.
- [sighs]

- I'm not omniscient, Liv.

I don't have
a judicial crystal ball.

- Nobody wants
these bastards to suffer

more than I do,
believe me, but I--

- Our legal system
is the best that there is.

But it's not perfect.

Or pure.

It never was.

The night of the attack,
did you see the faces

of the men who raped
your daughter Lela,

who raped and killed your
daughter Shala,

who kicked your husband Kanann
in the head?

- Yes. They're right there.

And there was
a third man with them.

Hector Ramirez--he used to
work in the restaurant.

- When you first talked
to the police, did you tell them

that you saw the faces of
the perpetrators?

- No.
- What did you tell them?

- That they were
wearing ski masks.

- Were they wearing ski masks?

- Yes. Most of the time.

But they took them off
when it was all over.

And they threatened me.

They said that they would
kill me and my daughter

if I ever testified
against them.

- What made you
change your mind?

- Anger.

- Can you please explain that?

- My husband is dead.

My daughter Shala is dead.

And my other daughter, Lela...

she's in so much pain.

It's hard for me
to even process.

I don't care if
I live or die anymore.

That is why I decided
to tell the truth.

- Nothing further.

- I can only imagine
how hard this must be for you

and your daughter.

And how confusing it must be.

The morning after the incident,

you told Lieutenant Benson,
quote, you "didn't see

"any of their faces.

They were wearing black ski
masks the whole time."

- That is correct.

- And then the day after
Hector Ramirez was murdered,

you walked into Lieutenant
Benson's office

and you told her
you did see their faces.

That they weren't wearing masks
the whole time.

- Yes.

- So they were wearing masks
the whole time

until Hector Ramirez
was shot and killed.

Then suddenly, they weren't
wearing masks the whole time.

- No. That is not true.
- You knew

the prosecution's case was weak.

You knew that Hector Ramirez
dying made it weaker.

So you decided to lie.
- Objection.

- Sustained.
- You decided

to change your testimony
to increase the odds

of winning the case
and get justice for your family.

- Is there a question here,
anywhere?

- Get to the point, Counselor.

- Isn't it true that you waited
for Hector Ramirez

to be dead before you told
Lieutenant Benson

that you saw the face of
Steven Cole and Mitchell Jenkins

because you believed that was

the only way to win the case?

- No.

That is not true.

I told Lieutenant Benson this

weeks before Hector Ramirez
was killed.

- You told
Lieutenant Benson

weeks before Hector's death?

- Yes.

- Thank you.
Nothing further.

- I believed her until the part
where she said

she called you and made the ID
before Hector got killed.

There's no way that happened.
- That never happened.

- The defense attorney
just totally

backed her into a corner.

What, she got desperate

after all she's been through?
- I guess.

- Liv, you got a sec?

- [sighs]
- I'll see you back

at the squad room.
- Yeah.

- What?
- I just got the updated

witnesses from the defense.

You're on it.
He wants to question you

about the phone call with Maya.
- You mean the phone call

that never happened, right?

You know that never happened.

- If you say so.
- If I say so?

- But--
- What?

- Come here.
- What?

- She has been through
horrific trauma.

Maybe--maybe she forgot the
exact timing of the phone call.

Or the content
of the conversation.

- Are you suggesting
that I back her story?

- I'm suggesting
that she's human.

I'm not telling you
what to say, Liv.

- Really? 'Cause it kinda
sounded like you were.

- This is a different case.
Different circumstances.

[tense music]

You need to do
what you believe is right.

Simple as that.

♪

- Okay, Noah, so Lucy's gonna be
here any minute, okay?

What you making there? Oh!
[knock at door]

There she is now!

Chief.
- I was in the neighborhood.

- I didn't know that people
said that anymore.

Come on in.
Can I get you some coffee?

- No, I'm good. I've already had
about five cups.

No wonder
my blood pressure's high.

- So you talked to Barba.

- I did. And I, uh,
I just--

- Look, I don't need advice.

- I'm not here
to give you advice.

- Okay. So why are you here?

- To offer, uh--

absolution.

- Now you're a priest.
- [chuckles]

Look, Liv, there are
no good choices here.

Hey.

But there are
no bad choices, either.

If that makes sense.

- Not really.

- No matter
what decision you make,

you're good.

I'm gonna make sure
your backside's covered.

- I didn't know my backside
needed covering.

- Over the years,

I've been in this situation.

A few times, myself.

- And?
- And I played it both ways.

I've forgotten certain
things that helped get

the right result and I've
remembered certain things

that helped get
the wrong result.

God's honest truth?
It feels the same.

But that's me. I'm good at
rationalizing things.

Comes with the territory,
I suppose.

- What would you have told Mike?

[tense music]

♪

- Same thing I just told you.

♪

- When was the first time you
talked with Maya Samra?

- The morning after the double
rape, double homicide.

Inside her restaurant.

- Did you ask her if she saw
the faces of the intruders?

- Yes, I did.
- What did she say?

- She said that they were
wearing ski masks.

- The whole time?

- Yes.
- Mm.

Did Mrs. Samra
ever change her story

as it relates to seeing the
actual faces of the intruders?

- Yes.
- When?

- A week after.
- [scoffs]

Was this before or after

Hector Ramirez
was shot to death?

- After.
- So Mrs. Samra's

version of events
is different than yours?

- Yes, but often victims of
this kind of trauma have--

- Her version is different,
so she's lying.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

The jury will disregard
that comment.

- Nothing further.

♪

- You said you would help us.

You said that
you are on our side.

That you would
help us get justice.

- I'm so sorry, Maya.

- You said that you care.

You don't even care.
- That's not true.

- I give you a chance
right there,

right now,
and you didn't take it.

You didn't take
your chance to help

and now the men are free.

Those men who destroyed
my family,

those men who destroyed my life.
- It's okay.

We will be okay.

We will be okay.

- [sighs]
Oh, my God.

- They're angry at you?

- [sighs]
Yes.

- Because you didn't
back up her story

about seeing my husband's face?

- It doesn't matter what
I did or didn't say.

Your husband is guilty.

- I know what they did.

- Well, then
do something about it.

I know that
you called the police

four times
in the last two years.

I know that you know

what kind of man he is.

What kind of violence
he's capable of.

- He's my husband.
- He's a rapist

and a murderer.

And the next dead woman
on the floor...

that might be you.

So don't tell the truth
for Maya or for Lela.

Tell the truth for yourself
and for your son.

Take that first step.

- Towards what?

- Freedom.

Safety.

♪

- The night the Samra family was
attacked, what were you doing?

- Watching TV.
- Who were you with?

- My son.
- Was your husband with you

that evening?

- [sighs]
No.

- When you spoke to the police
after your husband

was arrested, you stated that
you and your husband were home

the entire evening.

That you made dinner;
you watched TV.

You were in bed by
approximately 10:00 p.m.

- I was lying.
- Sorry.

You were lying?

- Yes.

- Then or now?

- Then.

Today, I'm telling the truth.

I didn't see him that night
until early in the morning

and he had blood
on his pants and shoes.

- You lying bitch.

- Sit down!

Order.
Restrain him.

- I'll kill you!
- Remove him!

[overlapping chatter]

Let me go!
You're dead, Carleen!

Dead! You heard me!

- Order.
[overlapping chatter]

♪

- Today, justice was served.
[cheering]

Just--well, this victory
will not bring back

Shala and Kanann Samra.

Or erase the tragic events
of this crime.

It may help the Samra family
and this great city

begin to heal.

- Boo! Boo!
- Mr. Barba!

- Excuse me.

[crowd chatter]
Thank you, no, no comment.

- A hell of a case.

- Hell of a year.

- We got the conviction.
That's all that matters.

- Wish it was that simple.

- See you tomorrow, Liv.
- See you guys.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Buy you
a celebratory cocktail?

- No, thanks,
I have to get home.

- Right.
Are you upset with me?

- No.
- Disenchanted?

- We all have to answer
to our own gods.

- Luckily mine is a little bit
more accepting than yours.

[knocking]

- Sorry to interrupt.
- Chief.

What's going on?
Is everything okay?

- A mosque in East Harlem
just got firebombed.

Five dead.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]