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(male announcer) 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.

Did you see that episode last night?

Oh, my God, the part where she's

having sex with the gardener,

and the husband comes in?

Oh, yeah, and then lover boy jumps out the window.

How great was that?

We're out of water.

Jerry, could you put a new bottle on?

Sure.

Same thing happened to my cousin.

He wound up on the balcony naked,

and it was snowing.

(woman) Talk about frostbite. That must have hurt.

(woman #2) Not as much as explaining it to his wife.

[women laughing]

(Jerry) What the hell?

It's Elena.

(man) He really did a number on her.

Elena Brevet, 27.

Owns Brevet Investments with her husband.

Raped and beaten, then her throat was cut.

Slashed her up pretty good.

17 deep incisions to her torso and breasts, pre-mortem.

Looks like a sexual sadist.

Time of death? She's in full rigor.

Heat was turned down over the weekend.

So I'd say no less than 48 hours.

(Fin) That fits the witness statements.

Victim was last seen Friday night.

By who?

By her secretary, Patty Kerner.

They got any surveillance here?

Cameras are downstairs in the lobby.

None on this floor.

Munch is looking at the tapes right now.

Detectives Benson and Stabler are gonna talk to you.

Hi. Hi.

Can you take us to Elena's office?

It's right down the hall. Okay.

What kind of investments did your boss manage?

A private hedge fund.

700 million in assets.

How's business?

Last year, they posted 20% returns.

That's 140 million profit.

Pretty impressive.

Is this the husband?

(Patty) Jason.

Real Style section couple.

Tell us about Friday night.

Um, Elena was supposed to go to Miami

for a client's party,

but she had to finish the quarterly reports.

So Jason flew without her on the 6:00.

(Benson) What time did you leave?

Around 8:00.

She was still working, so I offered to stay.

But she told me to go home.

Her husband still in Miami?

Let me check.

He was booked to come back last night.

Oh, God.

Jason doesn't know.

We'll take care of that.

There's no Missing Person report on Elena Brevet.

Strange that the husband wouldn't file one.

Maybe the marriage isn't so perfect.

Jason could have pulled an O.J.,

then flown to Miami to set up his alibi.

It's hard to believe the husband would torture her like that.

Rage makes people do crazy things.

Weekend paper's still here. Maybe he stayed in Miami.

[whistles]

Door's open.

(Benson) Mr. Brevet, police.

Luggage is here.

Hello? Anybody home?

Liv.

(Benson) Mr. Brevet.

Tortured like his wife.

I field-tested the blood around the chair.

Same type as the victim. Our perp leave anything behind?

No prints, here or at the office.

Killer knows forensics.

Whole place was wiped clean with bleach.

He was just as careful with the body.

I haven't found any trace evidence.

Who was killed first, Jason or Elena?

Elena--Jason's been dead only about 12 hours.

Well, his plane got in from Miami at 10:00 last night.

Same cause of death? Yes, his throat was cut.

There's also trauma to the back of his head.

(Stabler) So Jason comes home, the perp blitzes him.

Drags him to the chair, tapes him up.

Monogrammed key chain, E.B.--Elena Brevet.

Bastard took her keys to let himself in.

The guy waited all weekend for Jason to come home?

He tortured the both of them.

He had to be looking for something.

Detectives, I think he found it upstairs.

Built-in safe. Not just any safe.

The Yates 6000. Totally pick-proof.

He tortured Jason for the combination

and cleaned him out.

I'm hoping the gas chromatograph

might tell us what was in there.

How do you test for what's gone?

New technology.

Let's us analyze trace odors,

fragrances, chemical vapors.

Every chemical or organic compound

has a unique olfactory profile.

That's the signature.

(Stabler) Drugs?

No, the smell of money.

Well, specifically, the dye in the ink.

From the concentration of the sample,

had to be a few cubic feet of cash.

Even in small bills,

that's gotta be at least a million bucks.

The Brevets are financial managers.

Now, why not invest the cash?

Money in a safe doesn't earn interest.

Maybe they were hiding it from the IRS.

Or their creditors. I got the Brevets' financials.

Both houses mortgaged to the hilt.

Credit card debt in the six figures.

Maybe living large, they got in over their heads.

Why not pay off their bills with all that cash?

'Cause they'd have to explain where they got it.

I had the forensic accountants go over their books.

Brevet Investments is nothing but a high-end pyramid scheme.

So all those huge profits were phony?

Yeah, they take the money from one client,

pay another's dividends,

take the rest for themselves.

And one of their investors got pissed off

bad enough to kill 'em.

Yeah, the kind you don't wanna piss off--

in Cali and Bogota.

They're laundering drug money?

Yeah, and skimming it, too, for one client in particular--

a shell company out of Colombia called Casa Vega Enterprises.

Drug lord finds out somebody's been ripping him off,

he'd have to hit 'em quick to set an example.

Check with narcotics.

See if Casa Vega rings any bells.

I got a guy over there we can trust.

(man) I ran the name Casa Vega through our intel files

and came up empty.

How'd the money get into the account?

Small deposits-- 500 here, 1,000 bucks there.

Classic black market peso exchange.

What's that?

Say you're a Colombian drug dealer,

moving product...

through the streets of New York.

Now, you're in Bogota,

but your profits are piling up in cash

in the United States.

And you can't move all that cash

back to Colombia without attracting attention.

You gotta launder it to make it legit.

So you hire a black market money broker.

Now, this broker finds Colombian nationals

with checking accounts in the United States.

Their broker gets these solid citizens

to write clean checks

in exchange for the dealer's dirty cash.

The dealers can deposit their checks any way they want.

Like into the Casa Vega account at Brevet Investments.

Any idea on who's making the deposits?

Well, the forensic accountant

gave us this list.

From cocaine to dirty cash to clean checks,

you launder it through Wall Street,

wire it back to Bogota.

Capitalism at its best.

Now, this is a name I know.

Elvira Castilla, Jackson Heights.

I collared her son for selling weed

out of the family bodega.

So? I invested some money.

That's not a crime.

Money laundering is.

All I did was write a check.

So did Brevet Investments pay you any dividends?

No, but that's the way the stock market is.

You win some, you lose some.

Now would you please leave?

I gotta close up.

Your son Pedro...

he's up in Green Haven.

Yeah. You put him there.

It's a seven-hour bus ride.

Can't visit him too often.

Sing Sing--that's a much shorter trip.

So you could get him moved?

You help us out,

he gets transferred.

There's this man.

He's well-respected in his community.

Nice wife and kid.

He came to me, said he had a cousin.

Wanted to invest some money.

But he was illegal.

So he asked you to write a check

to Brevet Investments?

For $450. He gave me back 500 cash.

So a 50-buck profit for you.

How many times did you do this favor for the cousin?

I wrote 15, maybe 20 checks.

That's all I know.

Give us a name.

Guess no one's home.

Senor Montoya!

Policia.

Mr. Montoya, police!

Dead.

But not for long. The bodies are still warm.

(Sandoval) In here.

Bastard kills a kid,

doesn't even have the balls to look at him.

[boy groans]

[groans] Oh, my God!

Call for a bus!

Faster if we take him in.

Esta bien, mi hijo.

Esta Bien.

Three years in narcotics, I've seen a lot of bad stuff.

But never a dealer so cold

that he'd shoot a child in the head.

I want in on this.

Okay. I'm calling Elliot.

He should be finishing up the crime scene.

Detectives...

He gonna make it, Doc?

The kid was lucky.

The bullet deflected off the frontal bone.

Just grazed the scalp. Is he awake?

You can see him.

Hey, there.

I'm Olivia. What's your name?

Maybe he doesn't speak English.

Why don't you go ahead.

Hola.

Como te llamas?

San Antonio.

Es este tu santo?

His name's Antonio, after the saint.

Antonio, me llamo Miguel.

Soy policia.

Mi mama y papa?

Bueno, Antonio...

tu mama y papa...

Papa Dios se los llevo al cielo.

He says God took them to heaven.

Ask him why.

Porque Papa Dios hizo eso?

Para salvarles el dolar.

Porque le hizo dano a mi mama y papa.

To save them their pain.

He was hurting them.

Quien, Antonio?

El Fantasma.

[beeping]

Um...

he's saying a ghost...

shot him.

I think he's still out of it.

Okay.

Stabler needs us at the ballistics lab.

Adios, Antonio.

Ballistics results

from the Montoya homicides.

Take a look.

On the left, the bullet taken from Mrs. Montoya.

Three twists and a left groove.

On the right, the slug taken from Mr. Montoya.

The same gun.

It makes sense that they're identical.

Now look at this.

It's a perfect match.

Same triple twist.

Is that the bullet from Antonio's bed? No.

From an unsolved homicide.

What case?

Murder of Alexandra Cabot.

Who's that?

Our old A.D.A.

(Cragen) Alexandra Cabot was prosecuting a rapist

who worked for Cesar Velez, the narco baron.

Velez ordered the hit on Cabot

and blew up D.E.A. agent Tim Donovan,

who was working the case with us.

The ballistics match to the weapon

used in the Cabot homicide

is our link between Velez and the Brevet-Montoya murders.

And we believe that Elena and Jason Brevet

embezzled a couple of million dollars from Cesar Velez.

Sergio Montoya was working as their middleman.

When Velez found out that he was getting ripped off,

he ordered the hit.

And the hit man was good.

He left zero forensic evidence

at the Brevet and Montoya homicides.

Our best lead is the security footage

from Brevet Investments.

We've excluded over 200 employees,

messengers, and janitorial staff.

We got about 75 subjects left to identify.

We got a lot of names.

All the employees at Brevet,

everybody involved in the money laundering scheme.

Somebody has gotta connect back to the cartel.

D.E.A. can help us out with that.

Their HIDTA computers are programmed

to find links between cases.

Good.

Get over to HIDTA. Run every name we got.

Yes, sir.

Christine Torres, First Street, Brooklyn, New York,

sold checks to Montoya.

Uh, owns a Laundromat. Two kids, Calvin and Jose.

Born in Puerto Rico.

No Colombian connections.

No links to any of your other names.

Next.

That's all we got.

This guy really is a ghost.

What'd you say?

Our kid witness said a ghost killed his parents.

Say it in Spanish-- El Fantasma?

Why, does that mean something to you?

El Fantasma, The Ghost.

Contract killer.

His name's come up in dozens of assassinations in Colombia.

What do you know about him?

Real name's Liam Connors.

Born in Belfast. I.R.A. hit man.

Did some time in the Maze.

Disappeared from Northern Ireland about five years ago.

Resurfaced in Bogota.

Well, what's an Irish guy doing in Colombia?

Since the cease-fire in Northern Ireland,

a lot of out-of-work I.R.A. guys

are down there training narco terrorist groups,

helping them combat U.S. anti-drug activity.

So why is Connors called The Ghost?

Because he walks through walls to get his targets.

No one sees him coming,

no one's left alive to see him leave.

Except our kid.

I'm gonna go back to the squad,

get everyone on this Connors.

We gotta ask Antonio if he can describe his ghost.

Thank you.

Hola, Tonio.

Como estas?

Muy bien, Senor Miguel.

What's your name?

Olivia.

(Antonio) I remember you.

Good.

Because we need your help, Antonio.

To find the person who shot you.

Okay.

How did you know that it was a ghost

in your house last night?

Mommy said so.

She was screaming.

That's why I woke up.

Tell us what Mommy said.

El Fantasma. Asesino.

"Murderer."

And then I heard the gun.

What happened next?

The Ghost came into my room

and shot me.

When The Ghost came into your room,

were your eyes open or were they closed?

Closed. I was scared.

So I pretended like I was asleep.

I know that it was scary, Antonio.

But I think maybe you took a little peek?

Just for a second.

Would you recognize The Ghost if you saw him again?

I don't want to. He'll kill me.

It's okay, Antonio.

We're not gonna let that happen.

The Ghost can't hurt you.

I know what he looks like.

Elliot.

How's Antonio? He's better.

A.C.S. is placing him with a cousin in Staten Island.

He's being discharged this afternoon. [cell phone ringing]

Did he get a good enough look at The Ghost

to pick him out of a lineup?

I think so. If we can find Connors.

He's probably halfway back to Bogota by now.

Well, he's not getting on any commercial flights.

I checked with Interpol, everyone's looking for this guy:

F.B.I., C.I.A.

He'll have an escape route ready.

Private plane, boat,

maybe even a border crossing by foot.

Munch has got something.

Rent-a-car parked in a loading zone

outside Brevet Investments

got a parking ticket late Friday night.

Liam Connors rented the car?

No, it's a Bronx guy by the name of Doyle Shanahan.

Fund-raises for the I.R.A. in bars around New York.

Where can we find him?

He works in a warehouse downtown.

(Irish man) You can't arrest me for rentin' a car.

Okay, how about conspiracy to commit murder?

What are you talkin' about?

Liam Connors.

You rented a car for him. He used it in a homicide.

I don't know anything about a homicide,

and I don't know Liam Connors.

Sure you do. He's I.R.A.

You raise money to buy them guns.

I raise money for Sinn Fein,

a legitimate political party

fightin' for peace in Ireland.

And how does shooting an eight-year-old in the head

bring peace?

Along with five others.

Connors killed them all.

Liam Connors

doesn't work for your people anymore.

He's a contract killer for the cartels.

I didn't know.

I swear.

He just asked for a favor for the cause.

Favor was the rental car?

Said he was having

some secret meetings.

Needed a car that couldn't be traced to him.

I never saw Liam.

Just dropped it off, picked it up yesterday.

Where?

At a fuel depot.

Over in Gowanus, on the canal.

Ready?

Hit it. Huh! [kicks door]

Go, go, go, go!

Police!

(Benson) Connors!

(male officer) Seal off the outside!

Get the car!

We're in pursuit of homicide suspect Liam Connors

headed south along the canal.

Headed south!

[siren approaching]

Unh! Ohh!

You okay?

Fine--go, go, go!

[siren]

(Benson) I see him.

He's headed for the Carroll Street bridge.

[tires squeal]

Connors!

Let's see the hands, Connors!

Let me see your hands! Now!

Drink a mouthful of that, you'll die in a week.

I'm unarmed.

Six men will be standing in a row.

And you're gonna tell me

if you've seen any of them before.

He'll be mad.

The Ghost will come back and haunt me.

Antonio, I'm not gonna let that happen.

And, remember, the men can't see you.

You ready?

Yes.

Okay. Come on.

Why don't you just jump up there?

Good.

Now...do you see anybody that you recognize?

Do you recognize anyone?

I see The Ghost.

Number three.

And where did you see number three?

He came into my room and shot me.

So, why'd you kill him?

[door slams]

[Irish accent] Don't know what you're talkin' about.

We got a witness who I.D.'d you.

What witness would that be?

You'll find out in court.

I didn't kill anyone.

You raped and tortured a woman for her house keys.

I think if the price were right,

you'd murder your own mother.

I'm glad my mother's not alive

to hear you slander her only son like that.

Now, Liam, look, you've done time.

You know how the system works.

You give us the guy who hired you,

your life expectancy goes way up.

Threatenin' me with the death penalty?

Now, that's original.

But I suppose I'd be afraid

if I'd actually committed a crime.

A crime?

No, no, no, no, no.

Five homicides.

And then there's the big one:

the murder of an assistant district attorney.

This dead lawyer was a friend of yours.

You want revenge.

I'll settle for justice.

Somebody killed my friend,

I'd wanna hurt them...badly.

Well, I'm a patient man. I'll wait for your execution.

Don't count on that happening.

It's a beautiful system you Americans have.

The defendant has so many rights.

Sure, I'll sit in a jail for a year or two.

And then a courtroom, where you put on a show.

But in the end,

two little words will set me free:

reasonable doubt.

I got one big word for you that's gonna kill you:

eyewitness.

[whispering] You're guilty.

[whispering] Am I?

I can see that vein pulsin' in your temple.

Your jaw clenchin'.

Look at that.

You made a fist.

You'd like nothin' better than to hit me.

How did your friend die?

Was it quick... or was it slow?

You tell me. You know, you were there.

Really? Yeah.

Did anyone see me?

Good night, detective.

Sleep well.

[door slams]

Smug bastard.

Except he's right-- nobody saw him shoot Alex.

We've still got Antonio.

We've got four murders

resting on the shoulders of an eight-year-old

who said he saw a ghost.

(woman) Will the grand jury take long?

Hour, tops. Then we'll take you home.

Can I put the siren on?

On the way home, if you do a good job.

Gun! [machine gun fire]

Get down!

Go, go, go!

[tires screech]

Antonio. Come on, honey.

Mike has to get to the hospital.

No!

I'll be okay, Tonio. All right?

I just need to get a few stitches.

I'll be back soon.

Don't leave me.

How long is Mike gonna take?

If there's no bullet fragments in the wound,

he should be good to go in a couple of hours.

All right if the kid rides with you?

Sure.

I need you to ride with them.

See you guys at the hospital.

(Mike) Antonio, you can't go back to your cousins.

But who's gonna take care of me?

We're gonna figure that out.

But why don't we let Mike get dressed, okay?

Come on.

He has no other family in this country?

We'll have to set him up in foster care.

Captain, an attempt's already been made on his life.

And we didn't tell anyone Antonio was our witness.

You know, Captain, Antonio could come home with me.

My place is small, but at least...

Sorry, Mike. The department would have a fit.

Plus, the defense attorney will raise hell.

A Marine Corps buddy of mine is stationed at Floyd Bennett.

Maybe he can stay in the barracks.

No place safer than the middle of a platoon of jarheads.

Set it up.

(Sandoval) Captain, you think somebody should stay with Antonio?

I'll clear it with your C.O.

Thanks. I'll tell him.

Grand jury deadline is at 3:00.

Gotta get Antonio down to court.

If you're late, Judge Preston will cut Connors loose.

(Judge Preston) You're late, Ms. Novak.

It's 3:15.

Sorry, your honor. I was in the grand jury.

They just indicted the defendant on all counts.

15 minutes too late.

There was an attempt on the eyewitness' life.

I think witness tampering is grounds for an extension.

My client's been on Rikers. He didn't shoot anyone.

And I'm betting you don't have any proof of his involvement.

So it's just a coincidence that Antonio Montoya

was shot at on his way to testify against the defendant?

You can call it whatever you like.

You still can't connect Mr. Connors

to the shooting of your witness.

(Judge Preston) I'm sorry, Ms. Novak.

I can't grant an extension without proof

of the defendant's complicity in the shooting.

The People have failed to meet the deadline.

I'm ordering the defendant released until the trial.

Your honor, Connors is a flight risk.

If you let him go, we will never get him back.

I give you my word my client will make

all of his court appearances.

I would like something stronger than his word.

I'm sorry. You're free to go, Mr. Connors.

[gavel strikes]

Arrest him.

Your honor, my detectives are here

to re-arrest the defendant.

On what charges?

The murder of Assistant District Attorney Alexandra Cabot.

Your honor, this is a blatant attempt

to unlawfully detain my client.

(Judge Preston) Save it, counselor.

Alex Cabot was a friend of mine.

I'll see you both at arraignments.

[gavel strikes]

You can't prove I killed her.

And the dead can't talk.

William Connors, you're under arrest for murder.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything you say...

[door opens]

What the hell are you people doing?

Agent Hammond.

Most people knock first.

You should have called me

before your detectives arrested Liam Connors

for the murder of Alex Cabot.

Connors blew up one of your agents.

I didn't expect flowers, but I thought you'd be pleased.

If Connors goes to trial, I'm called to testify.

What am I supposed to do?

Do your job.

That's exactly what I'm gonna do.

I just came to tell you that you're on your own.

I'm not gonna ruin my career by committing perjury.

Do we understand each other, Captain?

She's alive.

You son of a bitch.

You stashed Alex in Witness Protection.

You didn't know.

How the hell did you think

you were gonna get away with this? Captain--

Forget your not mentioning that Alex Cabot's alive.

Captain, we couldn't.

You signed an affidavit

charging Liam Connors with her murder.

Staying dead is her only protection.

You perjured yourselves! It's a Class E felony!

We didn't know Novak was gonna force us to arrest him.

Now, the only way to refuse

would be to tell her in open court Cabot's alive.

I know why you did it.

But you can't send somebody away

for a crime they didn't commit.

Connors kills for a living.

We're in a position to stop him.

Now, that's justice.

So the ends justify the means.

You gonna shed tears over him?

We did what we had to do.

What you did was put your jobs and pensions on the line.

You jeopardized every pending case you have

and every conviction you've ever gotten.

That's what you did.

Now, do you think Alex Cabot

would want you to do that in her name?

So what are you gonna do?

I wish the hell I knew.

[car doors slamming]

What happened?

So this is what he looks like.

Every time a stranger glanced at me,

I thought, "Has he found me?

Is he going to kill me?"

And now I know.

[sighs]

I would like nothing more

than to see Liam Connors pay for what he did to me.

But it goes against every principal I had as a lawyer

to try a man for a crime he didn't commit.

You understand I didn't have a choice?

I know you can't commit perjury.

You're going to have to tell the court

that I'm still alive.

I'm only sorry

the bastard won't have to answer for what he did to you.

Oh, he will.

I want him charged with my attempted murder.

No, you'd have to go back to testify.

That's stepping right into the crosshairs.

For years, I convinced victims to face their attackers.

Now it's time for me to step up.

Your testimony won't help the case.

You can't I.D. Connors as your shooter.

If I don't go back, the defense will issue

a missing witness charge.

And then you will lose your case.

We've still got Connors on four counts of murder.

Because an eight-year-old boy has the guts to testify.

After being shot twice.

Alex...

If you go back,

they will try and kill you again.

I have lost my home...

my job...

my friends...

My mother died,

and I couldn't go to the funeral.

Liam Connors is not going to take my conscience too.

[door opens]

We work together. You should have trusted me.

We made a promise.

You hung me out to dry in court.

We gonna need lawyers?

I hope not.

Alex.

You didn't have to come back.

I know, but who else is gonna get you out of trouble?

Before everyone gets reacquainted,

they're waiting for us in court.

(Judge Preston) Have the People secured a new indictment

of the defendant?

We have, your honor.

Under the indictment 72404,

the defendant is hereby charged with attempted murder one.

Another indictment?

This is ludicrous, your honor.

My client was arrested for Murder One.

What happened to that charge?

The People withdrew it.

Obviously for lack of evidence.

Ms. Novak, you can't keep throwing bogus charges

at my client, just to keep him in jail.

Who is your complainant in the attempted murder case?

A.D.A. Alexandra Cabot.

[door opens]

(defense) Your honor, I want Detectives Stabler and Benson arrested.

(Judge Preston) On what charge?

Perjury.

They filed a false instrument,

charging my client with Ms. Cabot's murder.

(Novak) The detectives had no choice.

Revealing the truth

would have endangered Ms. Cabot's life.

My client was unlawfully detained.

I also want them charged with false arrest.

Your honor, if we had arrested Mr. Connors

for attempted murder,

he would have been incarcerated for the same amount of time.

So there was no loss of liberty.

I agree.

I find no underlying violation of your client's rights.

Detectives Benson and Stabler will not be charged.

But see that they play by the book from here on out.

The defendant shall remain on remand.

Ten minute recess.

[gavel strikes]

Something happen to Antonio?

No, he's okay, but we've got a problem.

I'm really scared.

I don't wanna see The Ghost.

He gives me bad dreams.

He says he's going to kill me.

He had a nightmare last night.

The Ghost had a gun in the courtroom.

Well, that sounds like a really scary dream.

But, you know what, Antonio?

The Ghost doesn't have a gun anymore.

'Cause the police

took it away from him.

I know. Mike told me.

But I still don't want to go to court.

I got shot, just like you.

By The Ghost?

Yes.

And I have to go to court too.

Are you scared?

A little.

I get scared that he might try and hurt me again.

But then I remember that I have friends to protect me,

just like you do.

And it makes me feel safe.

I wish my mom was here.

I'll keep working with him.

Come on, Tonio.

Bye.

We should keep preparing my testimony.

You know, we've gone over all my questions.

I think you're ready.

Are you?

Ohh. Casey, I'm sorry.

That was...out of line.

It's gotta be hard to be on that side of the desk.

If Antonio doesn't testify, we're screwed.

I know.

Oh! Who's your daddy?

Wanna double it up?

Uh, you win.

Next game, your ass is mine.

You're gonna do great tomorrow.

When I was a prosecutor,

I never went to court without a plan.

Well...

You've never been the victim.

I should be trying the bastard

who shot that little boy.

You're gonna be back.

[knock on door]

Hey, it's Liv. Open up.

Time to go home.

Hey.

You get your beauty sleep.

I'll be back 8:00 sharp tomorrow morning

to bring you to court.

Good night.

He beat you again?

Oh, like a rug.

You want to keep playing?

Nah.

I wish these windows opened.

I-I want to smell the city.

You mean the, uh, rotting garbage

and the diesel exhaust.

Wisconsin is so quiet at night.

Sometimes, when I get homesick,

I hum the Mister Softee song.

Well...

You making any friends?

There's a claims adjuster

at the insurance agency where I work.

And we've been seeing each other.

Good.

He's a good man.

He thinks I'm from Tulsa.

And when we're in bed together at night,

he whispers my name.

Emily.

It's hard to be someone that you're not.

I can't stop thinking like a prosecutor.

Connors is going to sit in that courtroom tomorrow,

looking like a choir boy.

He is going to charm the jury

with his Irish brogue,

and--and I have to make them

see who he really is.

But...I don't even know what makes him tick.

Alex...

You didn't see this file.

(Novak) Finally, Ms. Cabot,

would you describe for the jury

what happened after you were shot?

I woke up in the hospital.

The marshals were there.

They told me that I was dead, officially,

and that the only way they could keep me alive

was in Witness Protection.

Thank you.

Your witness.

That sounds like quite an ordeal.

I think we're all very moved by your experience.

Do you have a question?

Only one.

Did you see my client shoot you?

I saw his gun aimed at my heart.

Please, Ms. Cabot.

Just answer the question.

On the night that you were shot,

did you see Liam Connors anywhere in the vicinity?

No, but he's a coward. He likes to run away.

Did you leave a family behind in Ireland, Mr. Connors?

Your honor--

Ms. Cabot, please.

You have absolutely no idea

who shot you, do you?

Oh, I have an idea.

It's the kind of man that likes to rape a woman

to make her talk.

Let me rephrase the question.

Did you see Liam Connors shoot you?

No. But I know it was him.

Objection, your honor. It takes a lot of balls

to shoot an unarmed woman and a sleeping child!

Objection! Too bad your aim wasn't a little better!

You think you're safe? They know where you are!

You should have stayed dead!

[gavel striking] Enough!

We're in recess

until Mr. Kressler can control his client.

You may step down, Ms. Cabot.

Hi, Alex.

Antonio, I am so glad that you could come to the court.

I'm proud of him too.

But you still have a decision to make.

Antonio...

what do you want to do?

I don't know.

I wanna tell the judge what he did to my parents.

But I'm still kinda scared.

I understand.

I just had my turn in court.

Did you see The Ghost?

Yes.

Were you scared?

Yes.

But now that it's over, I feel much better.

Antonio Montoya.

[sighs]

I wanna do it.

Okay.

Hmm.

[scoffs]

On the first count of the indictment,

the attempted second-degree murder

of Antonio Montoya,

what is your verdict?

Guilty.

On count two, the attempted

murder in the first degree

of Alexandra Cabot,

what is your verdict?

(foreman) Guilty.

On count three, murder in the second degree

of Elena Brevet, what is your verdict?

Guilty.

Count four, murder in the second degree

of Jason Brevet,

what is your verdict?

Guilty.

(Novak) Guilty on all counts.

I never doubted it would be anything else.

Let's get this party started.

Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' about.

(Stabler) Alex knew just how to push Connors' buttons.

She's a great prosecutor.

And you gave her the ammunition.

(Novak) Don't let me drink too much.

Penalty phase starts first thing in the morning.

Slam dunk. Live a little tonight.

Is that her? Is that her?

Shh, shh, shh.

Where's Alex?

Marshals are moving her and Antonio to new identities.

She asked me to say good-bye.

( wolf howling )