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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.

- Who's Frank Donnelly?

A friend.

He was a friend.

And a cop. A very good cop.

And a corrupt one.

And he killed himself...

- Broke my heart, pal.

- Frank!

Leaving behind a wife and a little baby.

- Frank Elliot Jr.

How you like that?

- And I feel responsible in some way.

- Stabler's undercover.

Prick's gonna burn us all.

- And that's why they gave you the medal.

- Yeah.

Father Lin.

- I'm sorry.

I wanted proof you were actually here

in case, you know, He asks me later.

- Ah, come on. It hasn't been that long.

- How old's my niece? - Ten.

- I don't have a niece.

I have a nephew. - Nephew. Chris.

- He's 15. - Oh, yeah, yeah.

All right. Point made.

- Big day today?

- Yeah. Why do you ask?

- Twitter.

You and the Brotherhood are trending.

- Yeah, I guess I was just asking for a little backup.

- You know you don't have to bribe Him to get backup.

- Well, it's New York City. You know, a bribe never hurts.

- Anything you want to get off your chest?

- Plenty, but not today. Not here, not now.

But I appreciate it, Father.

- God be with you.

- Always is.

- Detective Elliot Stabler has just given his testimony

in the long-awaited Brotherhood corruption trial.

- Stabler, a decorated detective,

was embedded with a unit of dirty cops in the 37th.

Officers were both cops and robbers.

- Get out of here!

- Detective, how did it feel

to testify against your fellow cops?

- Stabler, with your track record,

who are you to pass judgment on other cops?

- Who am I?

Who am I? I'm a detective with the NYPD.

I had to take an oath in order to get this job.

And every day, I wake up,

and I try to honor that promise that I made to this city...

- You don't know what honor is!

- My coworkers, and the people who live here.

That's who I am.

- Do you think justice was done today, Detective?

NYPD! Open up!

- Who you looking for?

- Don't move! On the ground!

- What the hell are you doing?

- I'm already on the ground!

- Let me see your hands! - Okay, okay, okay!

- All clear. - Stay on that damn couch!

- Don't be stupid! - You, did I tell you to move?

- Hit it.

Bingo. - Just like I thought.

Let's get this in the car.

- Please.

No! No!

- Come with us. Come with us.

Leave them alone!

- I told you to stay back.

Get in.

- Come on. Come on.

- No! No!

- Get up! - Get over there!

- Rollins, hey. - Hey.

Liv said it'd be all right to give you a call.

- Of course, anytime. How's the captain doing?

- She's good. - All right, good.

So you got two vics? - Yeah.

A mother and her teenage daughter, they were assaulted.

- And?

- And... well, we don't have a lot to go on.

They're both keeping quiet,

and neither one of them consented to a rape kit.

- You think they're covering for someone?

Rollins, why am I here?

- They're saying cops did it.

- Oh.

- The mom says that officers showed up,

started smashing walls,

and raped her and her daughter in a back room.

- NYPD?

- Just like the Brotherhood. - No.

Rape was never part of the Brotherhood's MO.

You know, they were about the money, getting paid.

- Right, but then they got busted,

so maybe they're about something else now,

like sending a message?

- To who? Me?

How old's the daughter?

- She's 16.

Her name's Jazmin. Her mother's Maria.

- Hi, Maria. I'm Elliot.

Detective Rollins has told me what happened.

Police officers did this.

- And this was who I was telling you about, my friend.

He polices the police.

- Can I talk with you?

- They wore masks.

They didn't have badges on their uniforms.

- Do you remember any physical details?

Names, hair color?

Anything will help.

- I tried to save my daughter,

but they beat me.

They made me watch.

- Maria, I'm gonna make a promise to you.

I'm gonna do everything in my power to find these people,

but I need to know where this happened.

I need an address.

- Maria, the only people you're helping now

are the ones who hurt you.

Help us find them.

So we can punish them.

- Only God can punish them.

- So help me be His backup.

- Let me take this investigation

to the next level.

- You know as well as I do what the eighth floor will say.

- OK, convince them.

- Look, you caught Henry Cole's killer

and took a crooked union head out of the casino belt.

Take the win.

Parlay it into a better position for yourself,

one with less time on the street

and more time with Jack.

- But what about OCCB?

- This task force was created to take down Richard Wheatley.

You've done that and a lot more.

End on a high note.

- Wait, end?

- It's time for everyone to move on.

Besides, after that circus at the courthouse yesterday,

Stabler is not a good alliance for you anymore.

- Stabler is my friend.

He's the best damn detective I have ever worked with.

I will not abandon him for doing the right thing.

- Ayanna, I have your best interests at heart.

Trust me, it's time for you to go to the next level.

I'll put some feelers out for you at 1PP.

- Good morning. - Is it?

- Hey, guys.

Sarge in? I need to talk to her.

How long has she been here? - You mean Cruella?

Too long.

- Deputy Inspector Goldfarb.

- Detective Stabler.

We'll talk soon.

- Anything about that I need to know?

- Not yet.

Any leads on the home invasion?

- Yeah, it's cops.

And it's bad.

- This the mom's house? - Son.

Son is the owner. Gabriel Esparza.

He's also the owner of a pretty good rap sheet.

Did time upstate for drug dealing.

- Mom and daughter are part of the operation?

- According to mom, no.

Didn't know anything, and I believe her.

- That should give us some leverage.

I'll do the talking.

I'll do the talking.

- Hey, what was that earlier?

Back at the office, you were all jumpy.

- No, I wasn't.

- Jet, I'm a detective. I notice these things.

You were jumpy.

Was it Bell? You heard something?

- OK, now you're reaching.

- And you're lying.

- We'll take the front. You guys take the back.

Gabriel Esparza! NYPD!

Elliot.

- Thought I heard something.

- Gabriel Esparza! Police!

Gabriel! NYPD!

Hey.

- You ain't coming in my house again.

- OK, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.

Listen to me.

We're really the NYPD here. We know what happened.

We're here to help. - Oh, yeah, like last time?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Put the weapon down!

- We just came from the hospital.

Maria and Jazmin.

They're the ones who sent us here.

So let's... let's drop the knife.

Drop the knife.

- You're that cop that busted those other cops.

- That's right. - Yeah, you're the rat.

- All right. I don't care what you call me.

Listen to me. We're all gonna calm down.

We're gonna talk.

And you're gonna drop the knife

or things are gonna get really complicated.

- He means I'm gonna shoot you.

- Man, you two better not be lying to me.

- How many were there?

- I counted six.

- Anything stand out?

Accents, tattoos?

- They were in uniforms and had masks.

I couldn't see nothing.

- Who could have tipped them off?

- I'm not gonna tell you that.

I start naming names, I become a rat just like him.

- Found casings.

Three different weapons.

- Silver jackets, armor piercing rounds, and .45 ACPs.

- It's from a MAC-10.

- Yeah, NYPD doesn't issue MAC-10s.

- OK, all right, so we're done here guys.

Let's go. - Wait, hold up.

You're leaving? - Yeah.

We're leaving because you won't answer any questions.

Now I got your mother and your sister in the hospital.

And you know what happened to them

and you know why they're there,

but you want to do it your way?

All right, good luck to you. - The leader.

He had these crazy blue eyes.

- You can track down someone with crazy blue eyes, right?

- Oh, definitely. Piece of cake.

- All right. Thanks for your help.

- Word on the street, he's straight up gangster.

Runs with a crew of the same.

Real killers.

- We need a name.

- If I had a name, he'd already be dead.

That's all I know. Swear to God.

- For your sake, I hope He's listening.

Are we done? - Yep.

- Let's track down some gangsters

who are posing as cops before they hit again.

- There he is.

- Get in here.

Come here! Aw! - My man!

Whoo! Yeah! - Man.

What's up, big dog?

- Damn, man.

You've been hitting that iron hard in there, huh?

- Yeah, man. Trying to get swole like you, big bro.

- So how does it feel to be the last Black man

in jail for weed?

- Damn, man, I'm trying to find out

where the weed at now.

- Oh, you know I got you.

- No, we got each other.

You ain't smoking nothing in my new car.

Check this out.

- Hold on, this is you? - This is us.

- God damn!

Yo, Vaughn, how'd you pull this off?

- Bro, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Wait till you see the crib.

- Why? What's at the crib?

- Get in. I'll show you.

- Uh-uh, uh-uh. Get out of here, man.

I'm going shotgun. - You know what...

- I've been in prison, man. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, go ahead.

- All right, bitch? - Enjoy your time.

That's my seat.

- One of our vics, Maria, said they were gloved up.

Wore masks, condoms, and hairnets.

- That takes planning. - Yep.

- OK, what about these casings?

MAC-10, that's not something you see every day.

- So I clustered all the gunfire reports

from the last three months and their follow-ups.

Seven instances reported MAC-10 casings.

- Cross-check that with reported rapes.

- I already did.

Three hospitals reported admittance

of sexual assault victims on the same days as the shootings,

nine in total.

- All nine refused to identify their assailant.

You know, I can have a team from SVU

create a grid, locations, timelines, the works.

- I'll follow up on the shootings.

Maybe get Reyes on board.

- He's at court testifying

against the inmate that poked him.

You give him a hand with those

MAC-10 shooting locations. - Sure.

Are you serious?

- Welcome home, brother.

- Come on in.

Wow.

Vaughn, like, seriously, man,

like, how did you get all this stuff?

Did you guys rob a bank?

- I'll show you.

Oh, damn, it's the cops!

- What... what's this?

- Hey, cops.

Why don't you wave to my boy, Dante, here?

Sup, dude? - Sup?

- This is my own division of the NYPD.

The Robin Hood.

- 'Cause we be robbing the hood.

- Yeah.

We steal from the rich and give to ourselves.

So now you get to join our band of...

merry gangsters.

- I'm gonna call you Lil' Jon.

I'm Tuck. Vaughn's King Richard.

- Vaughn, I don't know, man. I mean, I just got out.

- Hey, I've been working hard to put this operation together.

Waiting for you to get out.

Do you ever think about what we went through?

Hmm?

Foster care with that bastard.

No help from the cops.

Well, now we got the power.

So let's use it.

- NYPD.

Want to talk about the gunfire reported here

a few nights ago.

- Gunfire?

No, no, that wasn't gunfire.

Had the TV on too loud.

- Loud enough you didn't notice the slugs

coming through the windows?

- I don't think he wants to talk.

- What gives you that impression?

- We got six more. Let's keep going.

- NYPD!

Everyone on the ground now!

Right, now you spread out. - Yeah.

- Tell whoever is in there the same thing.

- OK.

All right, get on the ground.

- More savage. You're a cop, bruh.

- I said get your ass on the ground!

- Yes! Yes!

Now, once we're in, you tear it up.

It's all timing.

Find the stash, get out.

And if you shoot...

shoot to kill.

- OK.

All right, let's go again.

- It feels good, doesn't it?

- Whoo!

- Let's go.

NYPD! Open up!

On the floor now!

- Get down! Get on the floor now!

- Don't get up! - Don't move.

- Don't move! - Sit down!

- I got 'em. I got 'em. I got 'em.

- Where's the stash, huh?

Show me where it is, or it only gets worse.

- It's in the wall over there.

- Over here? - Yeah.

- Hit it.

- Yeah.

- We got it! - There it is! There it is!

There it is! There it is! There it is!

We got it. We got it.

- This is getting too easy.

- Yes, sir.

Jackpot.

All right. You ready?

What's going on?

- No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

No, stop!

No, please!

Please!

No!

- Whoa! Hey, hey!

What are you doing?

- No! No! - Vaughn, what are you doing?

- You said my name.

You said my name.

- No!

No, no!

- Yo! Hey, stop!

What are you doing?

Get off me!

- You see what you made me do?

You see what you made me do?

- Come on, dude. Come on.

We got to go. We got to go.

- But he... - Go! Go, go!

- Excuse us, please.

- It's the same MO.

Shell casings everywhere.

Silver jackets, hollow points, even the ACPs from a MAC-10.

What do we know about the vic?

- Tiana Samuels, 23.

Sister of the homeowner, Ramon Samuels.

She was shot point blank.

No sign of sexual assault.

- It doesn't fit the pattern.

- Yeah, point blank.

That's personal. - Yeah.

- Maybe she was trying to fight back.

We'll have to check her nails for DNA.

- Sergeant Bell. - Yeah?

- Found this next to the body.

- The vic's? - I don't know.

Maybe the brother knows.

- Come on.

Ramon?

I'm Sergeant Ayanna Bell, NYPD.

- Did they take her?

- Yeah.

- She didn't deserve that, man. She was just a kid.

- Do you know if this belonged to your sister?

Look, I know that you already gave your statement,

but if there's anything else you can remember...

Did one of the men have blue eyes?

- Yeah.

The one that was in charge.

He was a big guy with blue eyes.

He was the one that grabbed my sister.

- Did you see anything, hear anything?

Anything that stood out?

- When I came to,

one of the guys was yelling at the big guy to stop.

They started fighting.

My sister, she was screaming.

I heard the glass table shatter.

And then came the shot that...

- Thank you, Ramon.

I'm really sorry for your loss.

- What do you think?

- I think somebody tried to stop the rape,

which is why it doesn't fit the pattern.

- Sergeant, found another Christmas present.

- What do we got? - Glass.

From the broken table upstairs.

- Blood on it? - Sure looks that way.

- If this is from one of the crew,

we just got our first solid break.

- You want to say something?

- What was that last night?

That girl did not deserve that.

- You shouldn't have said my name.

I did what had to be done.

- I'm talking before that, Vaughn.

'Cause ain't nobody say that was part of it.

- Sometimes it is. Sometimes it isn't.

- Well, I'm not down with it, OK?

Uh-uh, I'm good.

- You don't get to just walk away now.

We're brothers, remember?

- Yeah, well, brothers don't do this to each other.

- Yo, Dante, chill.

- No, no, no, Manny. He needs to chill.

- You want out?

You want to turn your back on the one person

who stood up for you when you couldn't?

Go ahead.

Leave.

- I just hung up with Lillian.

She's got questions. - We're working on answers.

We've got fake cops robbing, raping, and now murder.

- Which makes us front page news.

- But the blood evidence... - I told her.

We're running it, but she's impatient.

- We all are. - Labs are in.

CODIS got a hit. Manny Rivera.

- Rivera got a last known?

- Jamaica, Queens. 83rd and Chelsea.

- Hi. Sergeant Ayanna Bell, NYPD.

- Detective Elliot Stabler.

How are you today? - Good, good.

- Are you Leonard Baker? - I am.

- Okay, you're listed as the last known address

for a Manny Rivera.

Is he here?

Those your kids?

- Those are my foster kids.

Yeah.

Manny was one too, but I haven't seen him in years.

What happened?

- So he did live here.

Do you remember how long ago?

- Must have been, I don't know, six, seven years ago.

- Have you had any contact with him since then?

Manny was a troubled kid.

- What kind of trouble?

- I don't like to speak badly about a child in my care.

I try to give them every opportunity,

but I have rules that need to be followed.

And Manny sadly wasn't able to do that,

so I had to send him away.

- And what does that mean? You sent him where?

- Back in the system.

I don't know what happened after that.

What kind of trouble is he in?

- If you hear from him, or if you can think of anybody else

who can put us in touch with him, give us a call.

- Sure.

- Thank you. Have a great day.

- What you thinking? - I think he's covering.

- Yeah, I'll get a warrant, pull his file in ACS.

- You know, I was also thinking about... what is it...

50% of the people under 20, they live their lives online.

Let's get Jet on it and see what she comes up with.

- Yeah.

- Standard F-boy content.

He geotags location, you know,

"Look at me. Look where I am."

- Check out his Story for today.

- Hmm, Club Luxe.

- It's an underground speakeasy at the 28th Street Station.

- As in the subway station? - Yeah, it's a thing.

It's like the weirder the location, the better.

- I like my booze above ground. - OK, boomer.

- Well, you'll see who Manny rolls with tonight,

'cause there's no way he's going alone.

Right, Gen Z?

- You know as well as I do

that this could be a lot for them to handle.

- I do, but Maria might be stronger than you think.

- Not Maria that I'm worried about.

Take all the time you need.

- He looks familiar. - Familiar how?

- His eyes.

- OK, so let's just keep looking so we're sure.

- It's just hard to tell.

- That's him.

- What?

- That's him.

The one in the middle.

He's the one who raped me.

It's him.

- OK.

- Thank you, Jazmin.

That's really helpful.

- Do you ever dance when you go out?

- What?

- The other night, when we actually had

to look like we were having a good time on the dance floor,

I got the sense you were more of a person

who goes and just watches people.

Look, I'm just trying to find a way in, that's all.

And you seem, I don't know,

even more anxious lately.

- You're still new, OK?

You don't get to make those calls about me.

- Well, if you want me a part of this team,

you got to let me in at some point.

- That might not be necessary.

- What's that mean? - Nothing. Forget it.

- See, that's what I'm talking about.

Every time I ask a simple question, you just...

- Ready to roll?

- I am.

That's it.

- How do we get in?

- There's a knock pattern known only to members.

I hacked the owner's database.

- Thanks.

Cheers. - Cheers.

- It doesn't bother you what Vaughn's doing?

- Shut up, man. No names.

- Man, I'm just saying.

What he's doing to women,

he's just repeating what happened to us.

- Why are you getting all serious, man?

Don't you see all these fat asses in this club?

We need to get you some.

- Yeah, it's been a minute.

- Hey, is this seat taken?

- It is now, sweet thing.

- Do you get all your lines from the cheese counter?

- Got you.

- I'm just warming up.

Sit down.

If you want what's good.

- Well, is there a drink in it for me?

- Baby, I'll get you the whole bar.

- She's good. - Yeah.

- Might want to tell yourself that.

- I will as soon as I stop worrying.

- You know Jet is a pro.

- So you went with the pink shirt, huh?

Where'd you get that thing? - It's salmon, man.

Why, you like it?

- Yeah, it's nice.

It'd look good on my ex-girlfriend.

Who, Gina?

Only thing that would look good on her is a nose job.

- Shut up. Don't listen to him.

This man, he's crazy. - He knows. It's the truth.

- I'm so sorry to cut this short.

My friends are ready to go.

- Well, can I at least get your number or something?

Wow.

- Damn, you're gonna do me like that?

- Where's your phone?

- She likes to be on top.

- Now I got you, and you got me.

Got him.

Thanks to TARU, Special Narcotics, and no sleep,

the court's got us up on Manny's phone.

We have all his texts and contacts, GPS on the phone,

and a tap that the backup squad is monitoring.

- What about the other guy he was with?

- Working on it. Just gonna take a minute

'cause I didn't get a chance to clone his phone.

This is Manny.

- You want privacy?

- Please.

Hey, handsome.

- Hey, pretty lady.

When you gonna let me take you out?

- Uh, you tell me.

- Well, I was thinking,

how about coming to this party with me tomorrow night?

- Tomorrow?

I thought you said you were interested.

- Oh, I'm definitely interested,

but, uh, I'm just busy tonight.

I'll hit you up tomorrow with details. Cool?

- All right, fine.

Wear the pink shirt.

Bye.

Guys like that have no idea what to do

when a woman takes charge.

Wait, what's that coming up?

Manny's making another call. Hang on.

- Hey, we got another raid. Biggest score yet.

We're meeting at the spot at 9:00.

We're trying to win this and be out.

- Word. Then and there.

- "Win this and be out."

- One last hit.

- It'll be our last chance.

- How'd the trial go?

- Good. Got done early.

My wife wanted to go to Williamsburg.

I thought that meant hopping on the L, shopping with hipsters,

but she meant Williamsburg, Virginia.

An educational trip with the kids.

- I like Virginia. It's for lovers.

- 16 hours with under-12s in the back of the car fighting?

I didn't love that.

- Well, good to have you back.

- Good to be back.

- That was Jet.

Strap in. We're close.

- NYPD! Open up!

NYPD!

Don't move! Don't move!

- OCCB 10-13. Shots fired, shots fired.

- Backup's here.

- There they are!

Whoa!

- What are they doing?

They're shooting at us?

- Hey, we're on the job!

We're on the job! Cease fire!

- Retreat!

- Police! Don't move!

Police!

- Ow!

- Leave him!

- Get up, man! Get up! Get up!

- I said let's go!

- I can't leave him!

- Show me your hands! Show me your hands!

Face to the ground! Face to the ground!

Don't move!

Got him?

- Rey?

- So this is what we've got.

Two IDs

and your blood at the crime scene.

I mean, forget about putting you in prison.

We can put you under the prison.

But you work with us,

your situation gets a whole hell of a lot better.

- Dante is in critical condition.

You're the only one that stopped to help him.

The others didn't hesitate to leave him there to die.

Those the kind of people you want to be loyal to?

- You help us, you help yourself.

- How about you help me find my lawyer?

How about that?

- Well, how about you take a look at these pictures

and you tell me?

Lawyer's gonna help you out with that?

- You want a lawyer? We're gonna get you a lawyer.

Right away.

- In the meantime, take a look at those.

- I'll call Lillian and have her press the DA for no bail.

- I had him.

- You almost had us in trouble, is what you had.

- Hey, let's talk about tonight.

The cops shooting at us.

- They were returning fire. - At us.

- Not all cops are crooked now, Elliot.

- Is that what you think I'm saying?

- What I think is, you need to stay quiet

until we can get to the bottom of this.

- Hey, so we had the team at SVU

run the list of victims you asked.

Nine women, 17 to 45,

each of them sexually assaulted by someone posing as a cop.

- And Dante, he was the guy with Manny at Club Luxe.

Just confirmed it.

- Well, if Manny doesn't work out, maybe we've got Dante.

- Now he just needs to stay alive.

Hey.

- Hey.

I spoke to the doctor.

They have to stabilize him before surgery.

- Is he gonna live?

- It's touch and go.

- So when are you gonna tell me what's going on?

I saw you at the scene.

You two know each other or something?

- We were in the same foster home.

We were brothers.

That's Dante, the one in there fighting for his life.

One in custody, Manny Rivera.

They called him D-Man growing up.

- And this is you?

- They called me Little Rey.

- Who's the white kid?

- Vaughn.

Vaughn Davis.

- Blue Eyes.

- What happened in that house,

I think it's why he's doing this.

- What happened in that house?