All language subtitles for Law.And.Order.SVU.S27E09.Purity.XviD-AFG

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.

These women are being
trafficked,

and they're forced to carry
someone else's baby.

We would give birth
to become U.S. citizens.

And when we arrived,
we were locked away.

Derek Hobbs, we need to know
who your clients are

and who runs this operation.

They sold babies for profit.

Come on out, Darcy.
- Hey, no, no, you can't...

Darcy.
- Talk about what Daddy does

for work.

This is the husband and wife
team that operated

a fraudulent charity...

Sergey Volkov and Sara Tandon.

Got it.
Encrypted messages between

Sara Tandon and somebody.

- "We'll take them all."

Who would want to buy
400 embryos?

Let's tie these messages
to a location.

Volkov and Tandon

were talking to a bunch
of white supremacists.

You hear that?

Everyone out!
Move now!

Everyone out!

- Move, move!
- Let's go, let's go!

- Everybody out, now!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, my God.

Bruno. Oh, God.

- Ow.
- Oh, God.

I need a bus, now!

You're okay.

♪ ♪

- BP's unstable, 80/50.

Heart rate's real tachy at 130.
How we looking?

We're at least
15 minutes out.

He... he's losing
a lot of blood here.

Just keep applying pressure,
okay?

You just had to
be the hero, huh?

- Nah, you were going too slow.

I was just trying
to get past you.

I must have slipped.

Oh, I guess
I just got lucky then, huh?

Yeah.
At least that makes one of us.

- Terry?

Terry!
- He's in V-fib.

Charging the defibrillator.

- Oh, my God.

Come on, Terry.
- Shocking at 200.

Clear!

- Yeah?
- Still in V-fib.

- Ah!

Come on, Bruno.

- Shocking at 200 again.

Charging, and clear!

Okay.

Yeah?

- All right, we got him back.

- Okay. All right.

Sinus rhythm. Pulse is weak.
Keep applying pressure.

Don't stop.
- Okay, I got it.

Come on, Terry. Stay with me.

- Male, 40s.

Impaled foreign object,
crashed en route.

Down less than a minute.

Okay, his name
is Terry Bruno.

He's a detective with NYPD.
- Pale, diaphoretic!

- You're good. I got this.

Set up two large-bore IVs,
type and cross for six,

and start another
unit wide open.

Ma'am, he's in good hands.

We've got him from here, okay?

Tell them
we're coming right up.

- You got this.

You got this.

♪ ♪

- Hey, El, it's me.

I... I sent you some details
about a possible hate group.

So if you can call me
as soon as you get a chance,

because, you know, things are...

things are maybe not great.

Yeah, so call me. Thanks.

- Hey.

- He's in surgery.

For now, it looks like
the bleeding is under control.

- So Bruno's gonna make it?

- We're optimistic.

But the shrapnel did
a number on his spleen.

We should know more
in the next eight hours or so.

Okay.
So please, just keep us posted.

Thank you.

You've still got
a little bit of...

- Yeah.

So we need to speak
with Sara Tandon.

Do you think she knew
about the explosives?

- I don't know.

But we're sure as hell
gonna find out.

Didn't peg you for
a neo-Nazi, Sara.

- Excuse me?

The people that you and your
husband are working with?

You know, we found
their arsenal

and their little pile
of plastic explosives.

- I'm sorry.

I have no earthly idea what
you two are talking about.

Really?
'Cause we found your chat logs

from your and your
husband's phone.

And one of my guys
almost died today.

So you're gonna give us a name.

Who is on the other end
of that conversation?

How am I supposed to know
the answer to that?

Because that's you arranging
a delivery with someone.

Name, now!
- This isn't me.

Sure, it is.
It's connected to your charity.

- Our charity.

Contrary to what
you might think,

I wasn't actually privy
to my husband's business.

This must have been him.

I'm sorry. Wrong answer.
You gotta try again.

- You may not believe me,

but I tried to do
something legitimate,

a way to help women,
families, children.

Sergey took my dream and
twisted it into something evil.

You trafficked women, Sara,
and then you sold their babies.

- I had no choice!

Sergey was a monster.
I tried to stop him.

You saw how violent he was.
I feared for my life.

If I hadn't gone along...

- Okay. Are you serious?

You're playing
the victim card with us?

Is that what we're doing?

I may not have been locked up
with them, Detective,

but I am just as much a
prisoner as those poor women.

- Okay, fine.

If that's true, then give us
all your information,

all your records,
all your communications.

I mean, if you are
actually innocent, right?

- God, I wish I could, truly.

But my lawyer advised
against it.

- Shocker.

I'd say speak directly
to Sergey,

but one of your people
shot him in the face.

- Officer!
- Not that I mind, of course.

Like I said,
the man was a monster.

The man was a monster!

- How much you wanna make a bet

we just got a preview
of Sara's defense?

- "Volkov made me do it."

She can turn on
the waterworks all she wants,

but her hands are all over
that fake charity,

and we've got the evidence
to prove it.

Yeah, but we still
have no idea

on that white supremacy group
or where the weapons came from.

What?
- This could be a lead.

Stabler just sent me a name...
an informant up in Yonkers.

- That's not far from the farm.
- No.

I'm gonna send Fin up there.

- Have him take Walker.

New guy can be
pretty persuasive.

Anything in particular
I need to know about this guy?

Dude is an
off-book informant.

He dabbles in smuggling.

Real paranoid.

- Sounds like fun.

- Yo, AJ!

- Who's asking?

- Friends of Stabler.

- AJ's not here.
- Funny, that.

There's a patch on your chest
that says AJ.

- What do you fellas want?

Just a little
information is all.

- I just work on cars, bro.

Well, the word is,
you move product,

black-market goodies
like drugs and guns.

- Explosives.

What the hell
are you playing at?

You come in here?
I don't know y'all.

- Yes, you do. We're friends.

Maybe I talk to Stabler.
Maybe.

But I sure as hell don't talk
to some random jackasses

off the street, cops or no.

Did you just call us
jackasses?

- Look, you owe Stabler, right?

He helped your girl, Janie,
out of a jam, okay?

Elliot says you help us
with this one, you're square.

Cool?

- Okay.

So, any C-4 come
through here lately?

- Couple months ago.

Some new cat started
coming around,

made a few big purchases,
including a batch of C-4.

- Describe the cat.

- Blonde hair, blue eyes,

gnarly tattoos,
piss-poor attitude.

Dude bought a lot
of firepower...

explosives, AR-15s,
the whole kit.

- How about a name?

- Okay, team, listen up.

So the suspect's name
is Andrew Wells,

32, card-carrying
white supremacist.

He's got a sheet
full of violent offenses...

agg assault, stalking,
possession of a deadly weapon.

Farmhouse from
the previous raid

belongs to a distant
relative of Wells.

And we have a witness
who can finger him

as the buyer of the explosives.

Which means that
we're walking into

a volatile situation.

So ESU is gonna take point,
serve the warrant.

The rest of it is
run by the book, okay?

No cowboy moves, Griff.
Are we clear?

- Crystal, Cap.

♪ ♪

- NYPD!
- Show me your hands!

Suspect in custody.
Coming out now.

You got any idea
who the hell I am?

Get your damn hands
off me, pigs!

This is sovereign land!

You have no right!

Don't you touch him,
you animals!

Let my husband go!

How dare you put hands on him...

All right, ma'am,
we need you to step back.

- Get out of here!
- I need you to step back now.

- How dare you! Get off!

- Hey, Captain. Look.

♪ ♪

All right, put him
in the back of the squad car.

- Okay.

All right,
ladies and gentlemen,

we are here
on official police action.

I'm gonna need you all

to go back into
your houses now.

- None of you belong here!

- You can all go to hell!

We don't recognize
your authority!

Baby, make sure
you call der lehrer.

Tell him what's going on.

- Get in the car.

- Guys, you seeing this?

A real cute
little neighborhood

you got for yourselves
up there.

Their group even
has a fancy name.

- Does it now?

Yeah, they call themselves
the Aryan Nationalist Alliance.

"Hateful Racists"
sounds more on brand.

- Or terrorists.

Lady, we're just
like-minded folks

fighting to preserve
the real America.

Real Americans
don't build bombs.

I don't know nothing
about any bombs.

- Oh?

Well, we found
an illegal weapons cache

on your great uncle's farm.

And we can tie you
to the purchase.

The question we keep
coming back to, though,

is, where did you get
all that money?

- Gear like that ain't cheap,

and you're an unemployed,
three-time loser.

I already told you,
I don't know nothing.

Whoever that stuff belongs to,

I'd wager they're just
making sure they're prepared.

- Prepared for what?

- The race war that's coming.

- Okay.
- Ignore it all you want.

But there's a genocide
happening in this country.

Traditional Americans,
white Americans,

are being replaced.

- First I've heard of it.

- Our culture is wasting away...

miscegenation, immigration.

We're fighting for survival,
preserving the purity

of the Aryan bloodline.

All right, where'd you
get the babies, huh?

You buy them on
the black market?

You made a deal with
Sara Tandon and Sergey Volkov?

- Who?

- What about "der lehrer"?

You told your wife
to call them.

It means "teacher"
in German, right?

Sounds smart.
Smarter than him, at least.

But I mean, hey,
that's a long list.

- Long list.
- Shut your whore mouth.

You know, why is it always
the scared little bitches

who won't quit barking?

Thank you, ladies.
That'll be all.

Don't say another word.
- You know what?

That's interesting because
I didn't hear Mr. Wells

request a lawyer.

Fortunately for Mr. Wells,
someone called on his behalf.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
my client and I

have some important things
to discuss.

- Have fun in Rikers, patriot.

We have Wells dead to rights
on the weapons and explosives.

There's no way
he's getting out of this.

Do we know what
these racists were doing

with Sara Tandon
or the baby mill?

- Not yet.

But it's no coincidence
that their messages

led us to a neighborhood
full of pregnant women.

And kids, all with
blonde hair and blue eyes.

All right, so what do
we know about these

Aryan Nationalist Alliance
people?

New kids on the
white supremacist block

with ties to other
East Coast hate groups.

They've been grabbing up
property to form

a "whites-only" community.

Yeah, but the
whole neighborhood?

I mean, Orange County
is not exactly cheap.

- Neither is Wells' lawyer.

Guy costs more than most
of our yearly salaries.

How does a hate group have
that kind of money to spend?

- They don't.

It turns out that every house
in this subdivision

is owned by
a shell corporation.

And that shell corp is owned
by a different shell corp.

Which is owned by
an umbrella group.

Which are all owned by
one guy, Joseph Dahlsonn.

- Trust fund multimillionaire,

son of a Norwegian
auto magnate.

He stays out of the spotlight
for the most part,

except for his foundations
and charities.

- And a score of tech companies

that he's bought over
the last ten years.

Now, his latest acquisition
is a genetics company

called Supra Genomics.

They do cutting-edge
screening and testing

on wealthy IVF patients.

- Meaning embryos.
- Bingo.

- Jesus, you're kidding me.

Tech millionaire
in a neighborhood

full of pregnant neo-Nazis.

What the hell's going on here?

We're gonna have
to ask Mr. Dahlsonn

to answer that question.

Everything here
at Supra Genomics,

from R&D to sequencing
to microarray analysis,

is kept in strict compliance
with FDA

and even international
scientific standards.

Same goes for
your embryo testing?

Of course, and we don't just
test for disease and defect.

We perform polygenic screening,
giving our parents insight

into likely intelligence,
optimal height,

any other optimal traits.

Our parents want their children
to be smarter,

stronger, healthier...
the same as any other parent.

Assuming they can
afford it, of course.

Yes, well, they're willing
to go the extra mile,

and so are we.

Eventually, we'll be able
to edit genes in vitro,

eliminating disease and defect
once and for all.

That sounds a lot like
eugenics, which is illegal.

Yes, we prefer the term
neo-evolution.

Technology will help us build
future generations

on superior genes.

Blue-eyed, blonde-haired,
Aryan genes

is what you really mean
when you say "superior," right?

You didn't come here to talk
about scientific ethics.

We're here to find out
why you bought

a militant hate group
an entire neighborhood.

- Militant?

What else would
you call the ANA?

Well, I'd call them
a private group

interested in the protection
of white European culture.

And, yes,
I support their goals,

and I helped establish
a community.

There's nothing illegal
about that.

Unless they used it
to buy 40 pounds of C-4.

- I have no knowledge of that.

And for the record,
I abhor violence.

Sir, it's almost 11:30.

Ah.
I have an appointment.

I'm sorry I couldn't
be of more help.

Security will see you out.

♪ ♪

Ms. Efron, I understand
the defense has filed

a new motion in this case.

- Yes, Your Honor.

We move to suppress
any and all evidence

obtained by Hope Lifts'
attorney, Derek Hobbs.

- On what grounds?

- Forced coercion.
- Forced coercion?

Uh, this is the first we're
hearing of this, Your Honor.

Derek Hobbs was
a willing participant...

Mr. Price,
I have an affidavit

attesting to the actions
of a Lieutenant Brady,

namely the intimidation
and implied detention

of Mr. Hobbs'
14-year-old daughter.

According to this,
Lieutenant Brady removed

a female minor from a vehicle
and threatened her,

all in an effort to coerce
privileged information

from Mr. Hobbs
about his client.

I can't speak to the
specific complaint, Your Honor.

But I know Lieutenant Brady
to be a dedicated

and honorable public servant.

That may be, Mr. Price,
but attorney-client privilege

is a cornerstone
of our judicial system.

It will not be discarded
in my courtroom.

Motion to suppress is granted.

All evidence obtained
by the state through Mr. Hobbs

is hereby excluded.

Your Honor,
before you make your ruling,

can you grant us
a brief recess to...

- Anything else, Ms. Efron?

- Yes, Judge, thank you.

Given this change of
circumstance for my client,

we would hereby ask the court
to reconsider bail.

Sara Tandon, Your Honor,
is a clear-cut flight risk.

Not with the evidence
you currently have, Mr. Carisi.

Bail is granted at $20,000.

If that's all,
court is hereby adjourned.

- What the hell just happened?
- The case just got torpedoed.

Hey, does anyone
have delivery records

from quarter three?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, thanks.

Hey.
both: Hey.

- Bruno is awake.

Fin and Griff are
on their way over to him.

Well, it's about time
we got some good news.

How's he doing?

Grumpy,
from the sounds of it.

But otherwise,
he's doing all right.

- What're we working on?

Trying to find something
to nab Sara Tandon on

after we "lost" that evidence.

Pulled all the records,
expenses,

and paperwork from Hope Lifts.

Maybe there's a connection here
between her and Dahlsonn.

- Do we have anything?
- Yeah.

This photo from
a charity event last winter.

So here's Dahlsonn posing
with three other attendees.

Notice who's on
the other end?

- I certainly do. Sara Tandon.

Yeah, which means,
at the very least,

Dahlsonn and Tandon
ran in the same circles.

- Okay. Anything else?

- Financial records.

Got multiple donations
from Dahlsonn's

charitable foundation
directly to Hope Lifts.

- Payments to Tandon?
- Think so.

Dahlsonn also made
similar donations

to a dozen other charities.

Meaning it's just
circumstantial.

Hold on,
I may have something.

I noticed that there was
over 300 embryos missing

from Hope Lifts' inventory.

- Like discarded or lost?

I wasn't sure until
I found delivery receipts.

There's shipments
from Hope Lifts

to an address not far
from Supra Genomics.

Did those records
happen to come

with a name or a signature?

- Brantley Lorenz.

It's Dahlsonn's assistant.

- You mind if we come in?

Uh, I don't really know if
I should be talking to you.

Yeah, that's your right,
Brantley.

That's absolutely your right.

Yeah, but you should know
you are looking at

some very serious
jail time here.

- I'm looking at what?
- Yeah.

Illicit transport,
receipt of stolen goods,

not to mention federal charges,
right?

Maybe I should just
call Mr. Dahlsonn.

Hey, he a good boss,
this Mr. Dahlsonn?

- Sure, I guess.

I just figure he must
be someone really special

for you to be willing
to go to jail for him.

- I was just doing my job.

Okay, I'm gonna give you
a tip, Brantley.

"Just following orders,"

that's not an excuse
you wanna use

when you're working
for a white supremacist.

- Mm-mm.

Look, if this guy
really cared about you,

you would not be
in the position

you find yourself in right now.

So why don't you just
tell us what you know?

He's gonna kill me.

- Not if he's in jail.

What were those shipments for?

- Embryos.

Do you know where
they were from?

- No, I just met a courier,

then brought them
to the office.

And what was he using
the embryos for?

- Off-books testing...

an experimental
germline editing program.

Mr. Dahlsonn would get

all these secret embryos
and screen them.

He only wanted to
keep the white ones.

What did he do
with the rest of them?

- Destroyed them.

He said the white ones
were more genetically pure.

A whole team works
on these white embryos,

manipulating genes
to make them stronger.

I think some might have
even been implanted.

♪ ♪

- Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

What the hell is going on?

- I'm seizing evidence.

This is all part of
a criminal investigation.

No, no!
These are my embryos!

Well, not anymore,
they're not.

But the good news is,
you get to go with them.

Joseph Dahlsonn,
you're under arrest.

Cuff him.
- You're kidding.

You're kidding me.

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

Derek, your client
was conducting

banned germline experiments

on embryos that he acquired
on the black market.

- Alleged experiments,

which are not illegal
under New York state law.

No, but the possession and
purchase of stolen property is.

He used Andrew Wells
as a go-between

to get hundreds of embryos
from Sara Tandon.

That amount alone
is a Class B felony.

A charge we're happy to
defend and disprove in court.

Personally, I think
the criminal conspiracy charges

are a bigger problem
for Mr. Dahlsonn.

- What are you on about?

Well, he provided
material support

to a hate group,
which in turn used his money

to buy almost 40 pounds of C-4.

- That's ridiculous.

Oh, when an NYPD officer
was injured by that C-4,

that's not ridiculous,
counselor.

That's attempted murder.

- These charges are paper thin.

I'll shred them once we
step in front of a judge.

Furthermore, I'm motioning
for the immediate return

of the embryos.

They're the intellectual
property of Supra Genomics.

- Motion all you want.

They're part of an ongoing

murder and human trafficking
investigation.

Those embryos are ours.

Those are my embryos!
That's my property!

- Joseph.
- You parasites!

- Hey.
- They're tainting my work,

and I won't have it!
- Oh, my God.

The arrogance of this guy.

He's trying to create
a master race with babies,

and he acts like
he's done nothing wrong.

Well, if we're just talking
about the gene editing,

I'm not sure that he has.

Well, it's banned
in the U.S.

- By an act of Congress, yeah.

But I couldn't point
to a New York statute.

- Give it to the Feds?

That could set up
a dangerous precedent.

- How?

By preventing monsters
like him from playing God?

- No, by stifling innovation.

Look, Dahlsonn is scum.

You get no argument from me
on that point.

But gene editing technology has
the potential to save lives.

It also has the potential
to destroy them.

- Yeah.

What if it can prevent diseases
like sickle cell, Huntington's?

Look, my own father
had Alzheimer's.

And where do
we draw the line?

And who gets to decide
where that line is?

You? Me?

Him?

I'm just saying,
it's complicated.

That's all.

Benson.

Polina.

Where are you?

Okay, Polina,
I'm not far, all right?

It's gonna be okay.
I need you...

I need you to stay there, okay?

I'm on my way. I'm on my way.

Polina.

Hey.
- Something's wrong.

- It's okay. It's okay.

Look, the ambulance
is on its way now, okay?

I'm scared.

- Yeah, I know... I know you are.

Just breathe, okay?
Just breathe.

Shh.

Please, I don't want this.
I don't want the baby to come.

I don't know if we have
much choice at this point.

I'm right here,
and I'm not going anywhere.

We're gonna bring this baby
into the world together, okay?

Okay. It's okay.

- Hey. How you doing?

- I don't know. Okay, I guess.
- Yeah.

The doctor said that
you were really lucky.

You know, complications
like these, you know,

are usually caught
much earlier.

If I hadn't been
held prisoner.

- Oh.

Did you give her a name yet?
- No.

They said that these babies

would go to nice families,
be loved.

You weren't planning
on being a mother?

She grew inside me, but
she came from other parents.

I was never supposed
to be her mom.

- I know you weren't.

And very bad people

took that choice away from you.

But, Polina, she's yours now.

- So I could give her away.

- You know, my son is adopted.

So that's...
that's a good option,

you know, if that's...

if that's what you feel
is right for you.

- It is.

I can't care for her.

I can barely care for myself.

And what if they send me
back to Ukraine, to war?

I look at this baby,
and I think,

how can I leave?

How can I live not knowing her,

if she's happy, safe?

No matter what I choose,
I will...

I will hurt her.

It's not fair.

- No, it's not.

But none of this
is your fault, Polina.

But I promise you...

I'm gonna do everything I can

to punish the woman
who put you here.

♪ ♪

- What do I do?

I wish I could tell you
that there was a right answer

or wrong answer.

But there's just not.

There's only one that
you can live with.

♪ ♪

Sergey controlled
every aspect of my life.

I never... I never saw myself
as one of those people

living in denial,
unable to accept the truth.

That you were
a victim of abuse?

In the beginning,
it was an arm twist.

Then it became a slap,
a punch, a choke.

Escalating over the years,

eventually a knife to my throat
and a gun to my head.

It all felt normal to me.

I'd been programmed to survive.

I did whatever Sergey
wanted, or else.

And when Mr. Volkov
created this scheme,

his plan to warp your idea
into something horrific...

- I said no.

I tried to object.

He broke three of my ribs.

I'm so... I'm so sorry for
everything that's happened,

for those poor women.

I'm so sorry I wasn't stronger.

- Thank you, Sara.

Nothing further.

- Ms. Tandon,

do you have any documentation
of this supposed abuse?

- No. I wish I did.

Photographs, a video, medical
records, anything like that?

I was in survival mode,
doing my best to endure.

- What about a witness,

someone who could
corroborate these injuries?

- Sergey was cruel and clever.

He was always careful
not to leave visible marks.

But surely,
you must have told someone.

Anyone?

Are you blaming me
for my own abuse?

I was a victim.

A victim with influential
social contacts,

a corporate bank account,
and a flourishing charity.

Ms. Tandon,
if Sergey really was in charge,

then how come you were the one

that created an alias,
hired the lawyer,

and filed the overseas
paperwork to incorporate?

That was you...
- Objection, Your Honor!

This is inadmissible,
and he knows it.

- Sustained.

Both of you,
approach the bench now.

What the hell do you think
you're doing, Mr. Carisi?

I made my ruling
on this matter very clear.

Your Honor,
I am simply trying to define

Ms. Tandon's role
within this charity.

If my enthusiasm got the
better of me, I apologize.

Let me help you rein in
that enthusiasm, counselor.

You come anywhere near this
line of questioning again,

and I'm holding you
in contempt.

Are we clear?

- Very. Thank you, sir.

Lady's one hell of an actress.

And the jury is eating it up.
Either we find something more...

- Gentlemen.

How would you like
a little help

with your Tandon situation?

Is your client
offering us something?

In exchange for a deal,
Mr. Dahlsonn will testify

Sara Tandon gave the order
to kill Nadiya Tecun.

He just happened
to overhear this? How?

He was on the phone
with Tandon

when she learned
Nadiya had escaped.

All right, the word
of a racist sociopath

doesn't go far with a jury.

We would need proof.

- You'll get it, and more,

if we can come to an
arrangement, of course.

Ugh, I'll bite.
What's the ask?

All charges dropped
and the return

of Mr. Dahlsonn's embryos.
Hmm?

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If Dahlsonn's
telling the truth,

his testimony
could sink Tandon.

- Provided we let him walk.
- Wait a minute.

So our only option

is to make a deal with an
unrepentant white supremacist?

You want Tandon to pay
for Nadiya Tecun's murder?

This is the way we do it.

How the hell
does Dahlsonn even

have claim to these embryos?

Well, the original donors
relinquished all legal

and parental rights when they
were signed over to Tandon.

- Under false pretenses.
- No, not necessarily.

Hope Lifts' paperwork
was clever.

The fine print suggests
Tandon could use

the embryos as she saw fit.
- Oh, my God.

Including
scientific donations.

Which bolsters
Dahlsonn's claim

on the embryos
as intellectual properties.

So are you saying
he could end up with them

even if we say no?

I'm saying
they have an argument.

What happens if Tandon
doesn't get convicted?

And what happens if they
both get off scot-free?

Can we live with that?

At this point,
we don't have a choice.

- I hear the concerns.

All deals have inherent risk,
and Dahlsonn's reprehensible,

but Tandon is our priority.

If he can help us put her away,

then we hold our noses
and agree to his terms.

Make the deal.

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This agreement ensures that
any statements you make here

cannot be used
against you at trial.

Should the evidence
you provide prove fruitful,

the charges against you
will be dismissed.

- And my property?

Will be returned
upon your release.

- Excellent.

This contains records
and recordings

of their conversations.

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And this address is
a location in Brownsville.

Your people will wanna pay
a visit.

- What are we gonna find there?

Let's just say poor Nadiya
wasn't the first victim

of Sara Tandon.

Sara and I met through
her charity, Hope Lifts.

Because of my genetics company,

I had a special interest
in snowflake embryos

in the IVF community,
and we became friendly.

At what point did you realize
that Ms. Tandon's

so-called charity
wasn't what it seemed?

- About six months in,

I, uh, began to notice
some inconsistencies.

I suspected that the operation
was less than legal.

So I made her an offer.

I would financially
support her charity,

and she would supply me
with half of her embryos.

- And this worked well?
- Remarkably.

Sara and I eventually
became close confidants.

Sergey was less of
a conversationalist.

How would you describe
their dynamic?

Sergey was the muscle
of the operation,

but Sara was the brains.

- Why would you say that?
- She made all the decisions.

Most recently,
she offered to sell me

her entire embryo supply.

- Did she say why?

- Risks were piling up.

She'd grown tired of it all...
finding surrogates,

housing, feeding them,

locating buyers,
and other... challenges.

- Challenges?

Do you mean
the dead women and babies

that the NYPD discovered
in an unmarked mass grave?

- Indeed.

I suppose Sara had found it all
distasteful and wanted out.

- Nothing further.

Mr. Dahlsonn,
are you a white supremacist?

I believe in the protection
and preservation

of white European culture,
if that's what you mean.

You also think
minorities and immigrants

poison the blood
of the United States.

Isn't that correct?

- I suppose, in so many words.

In fact,
you've overseen unethical

and genetic experimentation,

all to create a superior line
of white children.

Isn't that so?

- What I hope to create

is a world where children
can grow up without fear

of life-threatening
illness or disease.

Some kids are born with
the most terrible conditions.

What kind of person

wouldn't do everything
in their power to prevent that?

- But in this scenario,

you're the one who decides
who's worthy.

Faced with these
disturbing truths

and the fact that
you're only here testifying

because of a plea deal
with the prosecution,

why should we believe you?

- Because it's the truth.

Question my views.
Question my character.

I'm a lot of things.

But unlike Sara Tandon,
I am no murderer.

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On the counts of kidnapping
in the first degree,

how do you find?

- We find the defendant guilty.

On the count of murder in the
second degree, how do you find?

- We find the defendant guilty.

- Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

With your T-Visa approval
comes employment eligibility

and, ultimately,
a path toward permanent,

lawful residence.

Please come up
when you hear your name.

Polina Kravets.

Marya Vereska.

- We cannot thank you enough.

Well, we're so happy
we could help.

Have you thought of
a name yet for her?

- Daryna. It means "gift."

Mm.

- Hey, I sent those...

oh, my stars.

Look who's up and about.

- Hey.
- How you feeling?

- I'm still a little sore.

Won't be wearing any
bikinis this year.

But otherwise, I'm good.

Well, for what it's worth,
I always took you

as more of a one-piece
kind of guy.

- Noted.

So Dahlsonn
is being released today.

Well, we're having intel keep
tabs on his racist commune

and the Feds are looking
into his company,

but I just don't think that
there's a lot that they can do.

So the creep walks free
and gets the embryos back.

Don't seem right.
- It's not.

But I do think that
karma has a way of

biting back
on guys like Dahlsonn.

I do.

Appreciate the
personal touch, Lieutenant,

you seeing me on my way.

I expect my embryos will be
returned in a timely manner.

- Yeah.

About that, somehow all of
the original donor families

have learned what's happened.

I can't imagine
how they found out.

Understandably,
they're very upset.

So upset they decided
to file an injunction.

And a judge has put a halt
to the return of, uh,

"your" embryos.

We had a deal.
This is outrageous.

- Out of our hands.

You want them back,
you gotta talk to a judge.

In regard to the fate
of these embryos,

I've reviewed both
the petitioner

and the response brief.

Is there anything else
either party wishes to say

before I give my ruling?

Your Honor, our clients
are deeply disturbed

by what's been done with
their genetic material.

Under no circumstance do
they wish for these embryos

to end up in the hands of
Mr. Dahlsonn or his company.

- Mr. Strauss?

Well, it's simple,
Your Honor.

These embryos, regardless
of the families' desires

or the bad actions
of the broker

they were acquired through,
are the intellectual property

of Supra Genomics.

We demand their return.

To call the situation unique
is an understatement.

The law offers
little precedent.

Both sides claim ownership,
and both are tainted by fraud.

On one hand, you have
the biological parents

of these embryos.

Though this was not the
intention of their donation,

the documents they signed

relinquished any and all
legal claim to them.

That waiver, as written,
still holds.

On the other hand, you have
Mr. Dahlsonn and his company.

If I accepted their claims to
these embryos at face value,

then, yes, their return
to Supra Genomics

would be a proper remedy.

However, by Mr. Dahlsonn's
own testimony,

these embryos were acquired
through dubious legal means

at best, and knowingly
illicit means at worst.

As such, it is
this court's decision

that the fate of the embryos
be the same

as what would have happened
had none of these parties...

Hope Lifts, Sara Tandon,
Supra Genomics...

become involved
in the first place.

They are to be destroyed.

- Judge, this is a notice

that we are filing an
emergency stay of your ruling

with the appellate division.

As is your prerogative,
Mr. Strauss.

Best of luck.

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You know he's got
the money and power

to keep fighting this.

- Oh, sure.

And even if he loses,
he will find a way

to get more eventually.

What'd you say to me
the other day?

We do the best we can?

- Right.

Even when it doesn't
feel good enough.

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