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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.

- Get home by 11:00, Ceranda,
for your little brother.

I'm working midnights all week.

Your baba too.

- I'm never late for you, Meme.

Plus I have to finish
a term paper tonight.

- Call on your way home.

Une te dua.

- Love you too, Meme.
- Mm-hmm.

- ♪ Yeah

[hip-hop music]

♪ I got black, I got white,
what you want? ♪

♪ Hop outside a Ghost
and hop up in a Phantom ♪

♪ I know I'm 'bout to blow,
I ain't dumb ♪

♪ They try to take my flow,
I take they [...] for ransom ♪

♪ I know that I'm gone

♪ They see me blowin' up,
now they say they want some ♪

♪ I got two twin [...],
turn you to a dancer ♪

♪ I see two twin opps,
leave 'em on a banner ♪

- Hey, Lonnie. Lonnie.

Elevator's out again, man.
Can you help me up the stairs?

- I'm sorry, I can't.
I'm late as it is.

- Guess I'll be here
when you get back.

- ♪ I got the Fendi, Prada
when I hit Milan ♪

♪ I needed me a die or rider,
I need me the one ♪

♪ I started from the bottom

♪ You could see
the way I stunt ♪

♪ I want all the diamonds,
I want that [...] ♪

♪ To weigh a ton,
the opps, they tryna ♪

♪ Line me 'cause
they hate the place ♪

- You staying away
from that girl?

- [sighs]
Yeah.

- Hook up with her again,

you do the full pound,
belly-down, upstate, yeah?

- Yeah, it's a little late

to try to scare me straight,
all right?

- ♪ I know they want a taste

♪ I know they want
my downfall ♪

♪ Are you laced?

♪ I got black, I got white,
what you want? ♪

♪ Hop outside a Ghost
and hop up in a Phantom ♪

- Late again, Lonnie?

At 15 an hour?

I'm docking you 25 cents
a minute.

- I'm sorry, Zamir,
the subway was--

- Subway my ass.

You live a half block down
at that hell house.

I learn things over here.

- It's not what you think.

- All right, quit flirting
and start working.

- ♪ I got black, I got white,
what you want? ♪

♪ Hop outside a Ghost
and hop up in a Phantom ♪

♪ I know I'm 'bout to blow,
I ain't dumb ♪

[motorcycle engines revving]

♪ I got two twin [...],
turn you to a dancer ♪

♪ I see two twin opps,
leave 'em on a banner ♪

♪ I got two thick thots,
wanna link the gang, yeah ♪

- Hey! Short eyes.

We've got our eyes
on all of you.

- ♪ I know I'm 'bout to blow

[engines revving]

♪ I know that I'm gone,
they see me blowin' up ♪

♪ Now they say
they want some ♪

[engines roar, retreat]

♪ I see two twin opps,
leave 'em on a banner ♪

♪ I got two thick thots,
wanna link the gang, yeah ♪

♪ I got black, I got white,
what you want? ♪

♪ The Chanel or Balenciaga,
Louis and Vuitton ♪

♪ She know I got the Fendi,
Prada when I hit Milan ♪

- Whoa, hey.

I'm on break.
I'll walk you to the bus.

- I'm okay, thanks.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
There's--

there's a lot of bad dudes
around, Ceranda.

Come on, I'm not like them.

- Excuse me.

- What, you don't
wanna be seen with me?

- Numbnuts.

Punch out for your break.

Take the garbage
on your way out.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Please, St. Anthony,

help me to find some way
to stop my sinful urges.

Thank you.

Amen.

[rats chittering]

[muffled screaming]

[dramatic music]

♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

- We're looking for a missing
17-year-old girl?

- Yeah, Ceranda Zajmi.

She never came home
from her job

at a local pizzeria last night.

- Night watchman
found her wallet and her cell.

No cash, no cards.

- Okay, and they are doing
a grid search

and called SVU because...

- A SRO on the corner.

Pedo motel.

- Pedo motel?
Come on, Fin.

- That's what the neighborhood
watch apps are calling it.

They put out an alert
that five sex offenders

moved into that building.

It's a block away
from the Tirana Pizza.

- One of those creeps
might have followed her.

- All right, so we wake up
everyone in that hotel?

- Let's dial it back.

Look, I know that people
don't believe it,

but S.O.'s on the registry

have one of the lowest
recidivism rates.

- Only takes one.

- How about we start
with finding the girl, okay?

We need security footage.

Have we contacted the owners
of the lot and the warehouse?

- We're working on it,
but it's Shabbos, so--

the owners of that
fortune cookie factory

are Orthodox Jews
and won't answer the phone

until after sundown.
- All right, got it.

So let's keep trying.

Also, let's run the phone

and the wallet for prints.

Find out who was last with her.

Chaplain al-Khabeer.

- We only seem to meet

at difficult times,
Captain Benson.

This is Mr. and Mrs. Zajmi,
dear friends.

They need to know firsthand

we're doing all we can
to find Ceranda.

- We are.

So can I ask you,

has your daughter
ever come home late before?

- No, never.

She babysits her little brother
when we work nights.

- Okay. Does Ceranda
have a boyfriend?

- No boyfriend,
never in trouble.

All she does is study.

We were going
to surprise her today.

We just found out that
she won a scholarship

to Brown University.

- And what about her job
at the pizzeria?

Has she ever mentioned
a customer

or a coworker harassing her?

- If she ever did,

I would've raced down there
with a baseball bat.

- I'm sure there's no trouble
at work.

Elira's cousin is the owner.

- He was the first person
I called.

Zamir said she was fine
when she left.

- Okay.

- Ceranda works till 10:00.

That's the last
I heard from her.

Her mother called, all upset,
around midnight.

- So she clocks out at 10:00.

This guy does too.

- Lonnie Liston, yeah,
that's his dinner break.

He's supposed to get an hour
and come back.

- Supposed to. Did he?

- Yeah, but late,
out of breath.

He asked if he could walk her
to the bus stop.

She said no.

He insisted,
she shut that down.

If he did something to Ceranda,
I'll never forgive myself.

- Why's that?

- I believe in second chances
because New York gave me one.

I knew Lonnie was on parole
when I hired him,

but I was gonna fire him

as soon as I found
a replacement.

- Why?

- Few days ago,
an anonymous caller

asked if I knew
the Black kid I hired

was living in that pedo motel
down the block.

- Lonnie Liston, NYPD.

- What's going on?
- Mind if we come in?

- You can't come in.
You need a warrant for that.

- I look like a bellhop to you?

You're on parole.

Your ass still owned
by the state.

I can do whatever I want to.

- Unless you want us
to call your PO.

- Look, I didn't do anything.

- Your rap sheet says
you confessed

to sexual misconduct
with a minor.

Want to tell your side?

- There was no misconduct,
I just took the plea.

Look, you blow it at a trial

in the 'burbs,
you do upstate time.

- Uh-huh.
- It's the truth.

[stammers]
What's this about?

- You know a Ceranda Zajmi?

- Little Ceranda
from the pizzeria?

Like I told my boss last night,

I don't know
what happened to her.

Is she okay?

- We don't know.
You tell us.

She never made it home.

- Yeah, and your boss said
that you were working her,

wanted to walk her
to the bus stop.

- Yeah, I was worried
about her.

Out there by herself,
this neighborhood?

- Who's this?

- Girl I used to know.

- The underage one you pled
to messing with?

- I had to take the plea.

Look, Black teen
with a white girlfriend?

The jury would never
believe me.

- Uh-huh.

- Look, I didn't touch Ceranda!

All right? I swear.

- Then where'd you go
last night

on your lunch break, Lonnie?

- Back here to my room.

- Alone?

- Or with Ceranda?
- No.

- Look, man, we get it,
all right?

Ceranda's your type--
young, cute, white.

You know, you try
to hit on her, she says no,

then you make your play anyway.

- Well, I didn't do anything
to Ceranda

except offer to walk her
to the bus!

- Are you telling us
the truth, Lonnie?

- I am. Every word.

- Better hope she shows up.

Alive.

[door slams shut]

- Thank you. I got it.

[helicopter blades whirring]

- Carisi, we haven't found
anything yet.

- Well, I was asked
to show the flag.

Ceranda's folks
go to the same mosque

as the NYPD Islamic chaplain.

- Imam al-Khabeer.
He was here with them.

- Well, the mayor's office
just wants to make sure

we're giving Ceranda
the same priority

we would a Christian
or a Jewish teen.

- Of course, of course.

What?

- How's your friend Stabler
doing?

- You know, talked to him
a few times,

but you know.

- He's got a rough road.

- Yeah.

I'm worried for him.

- I don't know
if it's the healthiest thing

for him to be investigating
his own wife's murder.

- Do you wanna tell him that?

What?

- The Eighth Floor's been
asking me what went on with him

when he broke into
your interrogation room.

- Oh, my God.

- I will always have your back.

Just make sure
you're watching yours too.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Okay?

- Hey.

- Checked the security tape
at the motel.

Lonnie Liston lied.
- About what?

- He told us that he came back
to his room during his break,

but unless he climbed
through a window,

he was never there.

He doesn't show up on footage

until after the pizzeria
closed at 2:00 a.m.

[phone buzzes]
- A false alibi for the hour

Ceranda disappeared,
and he has a history?

- Kat. They found something.

Come on, let's go.

- Dog walked right past
all of this junk,

got to the van, and stopped.

The handler found the body.

- So she's gone.

[sighs]

- She's so young.

- It never gets easier.

- I'll call Homicide.

.

- The head wound was shallow,

maybe from a brick or a rock.

- We didn't find anything
near the body,

but they're still
canvassing the lot.

- So cause of death?

- Blunt force trauma
to the back of the skull.

As I said, from a brick
or a rock.

Hasim, you're late.

- Sorry.

Anybody else tired of six feet
apart in the coffee line?

- Sergeant Khaldun,
you two know each other?

- Yeah, Homicide's
been so busy,

I got transferred there
two months ago.

Light, two sugars?

- You remembered.

- Homicide?

Our captain said that
we were keeping the case.

- So did my captain,
but 1PP wanted somebody

with ties
to the Muslim community

to keep eyes on it.

So are we looking
at sexual assault?

- Not clear.

No vaginal trauma or semen.

The scratches
on her arms and thighs

could be from the perp
trying to take her clothes off.

- So no DNA?

- Not even under her nails.

- Have the lab check
her clothes for touch DNA.

- Oh, gee, I wouldn't have
thought of that.

So happy
for a continuing education.

- Any suspects?

- Aside from a motel

full of sex offenders
across the street?

- Yeah, whole neighborhood's
up in arms.

- Don't blame them--
half these guys

were dumped from
the Upper West Side

after that neighborhood
went nuts.

- You should know that one
of the motel parolees

worked with Ceranda,
and he may have been

the last to see her.
- Lonnie Liston.

He's on the registry

for sexual misconduct
with a teenager,

and he lied to us
about his alibi.

- He lied?
- Yeah.

- Good, he's violated
his parole.

So you picked him up?
- He's under surveillance.

He's not going anywhere.

Our captain got burned
earlier this year.

- Oh, that video of her
arresting the wrong guy

in the park?
That went viral.

Ceranda had scratches.

Have CSU check everyone
at the motel for her DNA.

Anyone hesitates,
then we violate them.

protestors:
Whoa, whoa!

Sex offenders gotta go!

Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Sex offenders gotta go!

- They've been out there
all morning.

They hate us.

Anything bad happens,
they blame us.

- A girl was sexually assaulted
and murdered two blocks away.

- Not by me.

You check my yellow sheet?

They accused me
of doing little boys.

Now, I don't do nothing.

I just pray to St. Anthony,

help me find a way
to stop the urges.

- Where were you when you got
your urge surge last night?

- I was right here.
Watching TV.

- What were you watching?

- "Bad News Bears."

You could ask Frank.
He's right down the hall.

He was yelling at me
it was too loud.

- It's bad enough to be labeled
a sex offender in prison,

but you get out,
you do your time,

and they still
won't leave you alone.

- Does that make you angry,
Frank?

- I'm no pedophile.

I like triple-plus size
senior ladies

like my late Aunt Rose.

You just dissolve into them
like a waterbed

until the world
just disappears.

- Okay, um...
[clears throat]

Frank, where'd you disappear to
Friday night

between 10:00 and 11:00?

- I was here in my room.

Killing roaches.

Eating chips,
drinking grape soda.

I was here!
Just me and Rose.

Check the damn security video!
- I will.

I also need to check your arms
and your fingernails.

- You told me you went
to your room on your break.

I checked the video.
No sign of you.

- Must be a mistake.

- But I do see you returning
at 2:00 a.m.

after you were done
for the night.

Where'd you go
on your break, Lonnie?

- Oh, no, you're--you're right.

I should've told you before.

I just been so cooped up
at work

that I decided to go
for a walk.

- Mm-hmm. Where?

- [sighs]
I went to the park.

- Anybody see you?

Listen, man.
You need to help yourself.

I mean, if you were out
hooking up or copping drugs,

I don't care about that.

- No, man,
is that what you think?

I was walking, all right?
By myself.

- Boss said you came in late,
out of breath.

- I didn't do anything
to Ceranda, all right?

- Stop it, man.

I don't believe you.

And those people out there?

They don't believe you, either.

- Look, I'm not like that,
right?

I'm no rapist!
- Keep saying that.

- Look, the girl
who accused me,

she was 15, all right,
and I turned 18!

We were in love.
[stammers]

She was white, and her parents

couldn't stand her
being with me.

- Yeah, every con's
got a stir-bug story.

But you need another one.

Stay here.

CSU's gonna check you out.

- No, I can't.
I--I gotta go to work.

Oh, you don't
have a job anymore.

And if I were you,

I wouldn't go out there.

protestors: Sex offenders
gotta go!

Hey, hey!
- The Dyckman Knights are sick

of this war on our wives,

mothers, sisters,
and daughters!

- Lonnie Liston
changed his alibi.

Now he says he was out walking.

- Okay, any hits
on surveillance?

- We're waiting on the footage,
but--

- I know, I know.
It's the weekend.

1PP is asking what's taking
CSU so long.

I said,
"You try finding a bloody rock

in a rubble-filled lot."

- Politicians are using
our neighborhood

as a dumping ground
for homeless,

the mentally ill,
sexual predators!

- Elvis is alive,
and he's here.

Great.
- Elvis?

- That's Elvis Baktashi.

He's a community activist,

rabble rouser,
White Pride vigilante.

- And now this ghetto thug
who already raped a young girl

is a suspect in the rape
and murder of Ceranda Zajmi.

The politicians are useless.

- He's got his own
YouTube channel.

Every time someone's assaulted,
he stirs the pot.

- The DA's office has become
a babysitting service

for recidivist scum!

- Okay, guys,
where are we on the model?

Look, with Elvis
inflaming things,

if anybody in there is...
[phone ringing]

good for this,
we gotta get them out.

- Everything we have so far
is circumstantial.

- Okay, CSU found a brick
on a lot at 148.

Blood and hair.

- Any luck, Lonnie Liston's DNA
is on it.

You can arrest him then.

- But if the cops
or politicians

won't protect girls
like Ceranda

or get rid of these predators,

then we, the people, will!

Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Sex offenders gotta go!

Hey, hey! Ho, ho!

Sex offenders gotta go!

[protestors chanting]

- I don't blame
the neighborhood.

The state
moves these guys around

in the middle of the night?

- Without telling the locals

or the precinct.

Look, even though we know
that it's "statistically safe,"

registered sex offenders,

they just scare the hell
outta people.

- Yeah, they do, but these guys
have done their time.

They have to live some place.
- I know.

- And vilifying them,
and it's a very thin line

from neighborhood watch
to vigilantism.

- Okay, speaking of which,
how are we doing

on the suspects from the motel?

- It's irising down.
Frank and Manny are both out.

- Security cams verify they
were in the motel all night.

- Plus their MO
is not teen girls.

Donald Wilson is
a child rape video freak,

but he's wheelchair-bound
from a jailhouse beatdown.

Carlos Arena
likes pubescent girls,

but he has a solid alibi
on video at his warehouse job.

- Okay, which brings us back
to Lonnie Liston.

What's his prior?

- He's on parole
for the sex assault

of a teenage girl.

- He claims it was
a "Romeo and Juliet" story.

- Isn't that possible?

- You'd be amazed how many
statutory rapists

use Shakespeare
as a character witness.

CSU check him out?
[phone buzzes]

- They did.
Not a scratch on him.

And if the girl's DNA
was under his fingernails,

he washed that out.

- What about the brick
CSU found?

- Tested positive
for Ceranda's blood.

We're still waiting
for touch DNA.

- Okay, so Lonnie lied,
and he's got a prior,

but this is still
all circumstantial.

- Maybe not.

Security footage
from the junkyard.

Man on the run.

- Jamaica Community College
jacket.

- That's Lonnie's jacket.

- We have enough now,
Counselor?

- Pick him up.

[phones buzz]
[phone chimes]

Something I should know?

- Yeah.

- Son of a bitch.

- Go. Now.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Hey, how we doing?

- I thought there was
supposed to be

a patrol car parked outside.

- They got pulled away
at a fake Officer Down call,

and up it went.

- Hey. You had ten evacuees.

- I didn't see Lonnie, did you?

- You get everybody out?

- We're doing a secondary now.

- Ladder 6-4.
Found one victim.

No EMS.
Appears to be a cover-up.

Roll NYPD Arson.

- 10-4, Ladder 6-4.
You're remaining on the scene.

♪

- It's Lonnie.

- They murdered him.

- They lynched him.

They goddamn lynched him.

.

- There was no smoke
in his lungs?

So he'd stopped breathing
before...

- Before he was set on fire.

They splashed gasoline
on his corpse,

but by then,
he'd been bound,

beaten, sexually mutilated.

- Cause of death was...
- Asphyxiation.

He was strangled
with an extension cord.

Multiple ligature marks.

They tried a number of times.

Whatever this kid
might have done to that girl,

he didn't deserve to die
like this.

- Nobody does.

- Thanks, Fin.

And you'll talk
to Lonnie's parents?

Okay.

Arson confirmed that the fire

was initiated in Lonnie's room,

and gasoline was used
everywhere else.

- They were trying
to burn them all out?

- Well, as an afterthought.

They went in to kill Lonnie.

- Yeah, our problem is that

there's a long list of people
that wanted him dead.

- There is,
but Sergeant Khaldun

is on his way over
to speak with Ceranda's family.

Checking alibis for the father
and the uncle.

- On the news, they're saying
Lonnie was tortured.

- How can they
have that already?

- These days,
fear travels fast.

- It's not fear.

It's racist vigilantism.

- Somebody in that motel
heard something.

How many residents
are still in the hospital?

- All of them.

- Smoke inhalation, burns?

- And they got nowhere else
to go.

- I was in my room,
I smelled the smoke,

and I got the heck out of there
as fast as I could.

- Did you hear anything?

- You know, I had the TV up,

and, uh, I don't hear so good,
you know,

even with these things.

But I did see
three men running.

- Did you recognize them?

[louder] Recognize them?

Like maybe from the protest?

- They was wearing masks.

I'm sorry.

- That poor kid.
[coughs]

He lived right above me.

- He did.

So you must have
heard something.

- Yes, loud voices, screams.

They went on for a while,
and then...

[coughs]
Nothing.

- And you didn't
call the police?

- [scoffs]
Like they care.

- But you do.

The loud voices,
could you make out

anything that they said?

- I know one of them
was named Eduardo.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I heard
another guy say,

"Light that Black boy up,
Eduardo."

- Them bikers,
they got what they wanted.

The second that cop car
pulled out,

I heard them come back.

- What exactly did you hear?

- The choppers.
They were loud.

- Motorcycle engines?

- They've been--
they've been driving by

ever since that girl
got killed,

revving their engines,
trying to scare us.

Last night, 10:00,

quiet.

- You sure it was 10:00?

- Yeah, the channel 5 news
just came on.

You know, they usually
like to say,

"It's 10:00, do you know
where your children are?"

And when I heard that,
I used to think

if parents listened...

I wouldn't have
ended up in prison.

[knock at door]

- What?

- We need to talk to Elvis.

- Hey, boss!

Cops!

- What's this about?

- Arson at the SRO.

- Arson?
Those skeeves all smoke.

- A young man was killed.

- A pedo? After that girl?

Karma.

But nothing to do with me.

- Well, then you won't mind
letting us in

and going over your alibi?

- That ain't happening.
- No?

- When God was
giving out dolls, honey,

you must've thought
he said "balls."

- Get your hand off me.

- If I was you,
I'd listen to her.

- Won't find nothing.

Never took a drug in my life.

I don't even
allow beer in here.

- What about gasoline?

- Me and my crew were playing
Murlan--

it's a card game--
when that fire broke out.

Guys, tell them where I was.

- Right here.
Losing to me.

- Okay, anyone not in your gang
who can confirm that?

- Yeah. NYPD.

- How's that?

- You see that box
on the lamp post?

NYPD thinks
we're not wise to it,

but your gang squad
installed it

a month after we moved in.

- How you know that?

- They're gonna use
a Con Ed truck as undercover,

they shouldn't gas it up
at the precinct.

Anything happens
in this neighborhood,

I know about it.

- Well, then, tell us
who torched the SRO.

- I wouldn't tell you
if I knew.

If someone did
touch that place off,

the city should give him
a medal.

- So the gang unit
gave you the tape?

- Oh, only after
we promised them

we wouldn't tip off Elvis.

- Wasn't he the one
who told you about it?

- Yeah. What's your point?

- [scoffs] Fine.

- Elvis wasn't lying.

- So he and his boys
enter their place

with pizza at 9:00.

They didn't leave until
the fire department

got there at 10:30.

- On their bikes?
- On foot.

The only bikes
are these three guys

at 9:45 going
past the clubhouse

towards the motel.

- They're wearing gaiters,

and these are different bikes
than Elvis's crew.

Is there any way to ID them?

- Well, Frank told me
he heard one guy

get name-checked as Eduardo.

- So they obviously
obscured their plates.

We only had partials,
but we do have

one possible match
in that neighborhood.

Eduardo Alvarez.

- Okay, that's good enough
to bring him in.

- How do you know that rapist

didn't feel guilty,
try to strangle himself?

- Did he also tie his hands
behind his back,

mutilate his own genitals,
set himself on fire?

Look, we found a picture

of his body on your phone.

- Okay, well, none of that
was my idea.

- Then get in front of this,
Eduardo.

Who did what?

- All I did was help put him
in the chair.

Pedos are heavy, man.

- Whose idea was it?

- I tell you,
I get to walk out of here?

- Tell the DA you helped.

- It was Louie and Juan.

They wanted to get into
that Dyckman Knights gang.

- Elvis Baktashi's crew?

- Louie and Juan
watch all his videos.

Like Elvis says,
cops do nothing.

We all gotta look out
for our own.

- Where's Louie and Juan now?

- Street justice.
An eye for an eye.

- They think they're heroes,

saving the city the cost
of a trial?

They're criminals,
plain and simple.

- He give up
where to find his cohorts?

- With pride.

- Pick 'em up.

He said that they were inspired
by Elvis Baktashi.

I mean, there's gotta be
something

we can charge him with--
conspiracy?

- Stochastic terror?

Inciting others to harm
those that you demonize?

But if you make that case,
you end up making Elvis a hero.

- The lab called.

They got touch DNA
on Ceranda's pants

and the brick that killed her.

"Random man not excluded."

- [sighs]

- So his DNA's
not in the system?

- Liston's on the registry.
We have his DNA.

- That means someone else
killed Ceranda.

- It also means
Alvarez and his friends

murdered an innocent kid.

- [sighs]

.

- Eduardo's buddies confessed?

- Louie blames
Eduardo and Juan,

says he was just along
for the ride.

- That's funny,
Juan blames Eduardo and Louie.

- Three dimed mice.

Now they're all lying
to each other

saying they didn't squeal.

- They say why they did it?

- To impress Elvis
and his White Power gang,

just like Eduardo said.

- Elvis claims not to know
who they are.

- So Lonnie Liston's murder
is closed, but Ceranda--

- It wasn't Lonnie,

and whoever it was
set Lonnie up.

Even wore the same
school jacket that Lonnie wore.

- And timed the attack
on Ceranda

the same time Lonnie
took his break.

- How'd they know
Lonnie wouldn't have an alibi?

- Well, either they got lucky,

or they lured him somewhere

that he didn't wanna
tell us about.

I mean, we still don't know
where he went?

- Well, so, I took a shot,
and I ran Lonnie's MetroCard.

He was on a downtown A train
at the time Ceranda was killed.

30 minutes later, he was back

on an uptown train
from Penn Station.

- So Lonnie did have an alibi.

- But he didn't trust me enough
to tell me.

- Fin, you okay?

- No.

I assumed Lonnie was guilty
'cause he was in that rat trap.

- You weren't alone
in thinking that,

and Lonnie wasn't
straight with you,

and he was made to look guilty.

- No, I was on him
from the jump.

I checked his
single-bust record,

and I made him for dirty,

and I should know
out of everyone

how many good kids
that look like him

get done wrong.

- Ceranda was an innocent girl,

and you were trying
to catch her killer.

- And because of me,
another innocent kid

gets lynched for it.

- Fin, that is not on you.

- Yes, it is.

Now I gotta tell
Lonnie's family

why they don't have a son
anymore.

- First you tell us our son
was tortured to death,

now you tell us you don't think
he murdered that girl?

- We already told you that.

- I know.
- And we are so sorry.

- He didn't rape that girl.

He didn't rape the girl
he went to jail for.

- McKenna Jensen?

- That's right.

That's--that's her.

Those two were in love.

- But didn't she accuse him?

- Not her.
Her stepfather.

He couldn't stand

that his blonde girl
loved our son.

The day Lonnie turned 18,
he called the cops on him.

- Why would the cops care?

- Because her stepfather,
Roy Eastman,

is a parole officer.

And his brother's
a Nassau County detective.

- That damn lawyer told us
it was better to take a plea.

- I should've sold our house

if that's what it took
to pay for a trial.

You saying my son was framed?

There's one man responsible.

- Eastman?

[sighs]
He put your son in prison.

- And he wanted Lonnie
to go back

before McKenna turned 17.

- And they could
see each other legally.

- We'll take a look at Eastman.

- It won't matter.

My boy's gone.

- [sobbing]

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♪

- Yeah, Dad, just do it,
please.

Call me after.

I gotta go. Bye.

- Everything okay?
- It's my father.

Something's going on.

It's too early in the day
for him

to be slurring his words.

- Don't mess around with that.

You need to go,
I can handle this.

- I told him to go to a doctor.

Guy's doing pretty well
for a parole officer.

- A little too well.

- Roy Eastman?

- Go inside to your mother,
McKenna.

- Maybe they're here
about Lonnie.

- I said, go inside.

What did I just say?

Little outside your
jurisdiction, huh, Detectives?

- Yeah, sorry to bother you
at home,

but your stepdaughter's right.

We are here
about Lonnie Liston.

- Aha. Heard about it.

I won't lie, I shed no tears.

Just gets released from prison,

and he rapes
the first white girl

he gets next to, murders her?

- We're trying
to close that out now.

The thing is,
the MOs are different.

Ceranda, the New York victim,

she got her head bashed in.

Was Lonnie ever violent
with McKenna?

- Yeah, son of a bitch
would beat her up

then buy her things, you know?

A real pimp.

- But he only pled
to sexual misconduct.

- Didn't wanna put her
through a trial.

I got him off the streets.

- Look, it would help us
close out the case.

If we could just hear that
from her...

- You heard it from me.
That's enough.

I don't want her thinking
about him.

- We understand.
Thank you.

- You know, what happened
to that boy wasn't right...

But it was just.

- You believe a word he said?

- No.

He's a parole officer.

He has total leverage
over all of his parolees.

It wouldn't be that hard
to get one of them

to kill Ceranda
and set Lonnie up.

- A parolee's DNA
would be in the system.

- So maybe one step removed.

We need to run
all of his parolees' DNA.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's a long shot,
but maybe

we get a familial match.

- Yeah, Eastman's
my parole officer,

but I don't know nothing
about her.

- We think you're good
for this, Antonio.

- No, Cap,
I was working that night.

At a car wash.

Ask my boss.

- How do you know what night
we're talking about?

- You keep lying,
we're gonna tell Eastman,

and he's gonna violate you.

How much time you got left
on your bid?

Six years?

- Look, don't call him, man.

I swear I didn't
touch that girl.

- Okay.

The DNA on the murder weapon?

It led us to you.

- Not mine.

- No.

But we know it's someone
related to you.

Your cousin? Your brother?

- We also know Eastman
had leverage on you,

so this is gonna go
one of two ways.

Either you're gonna tell us
who you had do it,

or you gonna lose your parole.

Your ass or his.

[indistinct chatter]

- It's cold.
Are they playing for money?

Which one is he?

Antonio.

- White jersey.

- Rollins, white jersey.

- Got it, copy that.

- Sam Johnson?

Hey!
- What? What?

- You're under arrest.

- For what?
- You don't know?

Just come with us.
Grab your coat.

.

- This is all a mistake.

You know what I'm saying?

- No, I don't.
Why don't you tell me?

- I was just supposed to grope
this Ceranda chick

and frame that Lonnie Liston
herb.

Antonio gave me
the jacket to wear--

- What went wrong?

- She was bugging.

She started yelling,
and I had gotten high

to calm my nerves,

so I got mad.

But she just really would not
stop screaming.

- So what happened?

- Look, I begged her to chill.

She wouldn't.

So I grabbed this brick
to hit her with

to get her to stop.

She went out like a candle.

- Then what?

- When I went
to take off her pants,

she was already dead.

But it was by accident,
you know,

so that's not really murder,
right?

- Wrong.

- Why'd you pick this girl?

- It wasn't my idea.

I did it for Antonio.
That's my half-brother.

Our mothers
raised us together.

- Please don't ask
for a lawyer.

- For Antonio, why?

- His PO was gonna
send him back

to Attica for some nonsense

unless he did the girl
and framed Lonnie.

I was just trying to help him.

- And then he rats you out.

- I know, man.

No good deed.

- "Good deed."
Murdering Ceranda.

- We have enough
to pick up Eastman?

- Yeah.

Wha--What did you tell me
last year?

- "Make it hurt."

- 25 to life.

- I was just looking out
for my daughter, man.

- By killing another girl

and getting
Lonnie Liston killed?

- You and I both know I don't
go down for either of those.

- I said let's go.

- McKenna!

Call my brother!

Tell him to get me a lawyer!

- Get in.

- You call the damn pope.

No way you're getting out
of this one.

- Ah, that sounds great.

Ah, that sounds
great.

Listen, I'll meet you there
in an hour.

Yeah, me too.

All right, bye.

[knock at door]

- Hey.

- We got lucky with Eastman.

Recovered texts to Antonio,

cash withdrawals the day
Ceranda went missing.

- This is great.
This plus Sam

and Antonio's testimony,
we can charge Eastman

with kidnapping and murder.

Thanks, Rollins.

- Mm-hmm.

I just got here.

What, you got a hot date
or something?

- Uh, actually, there's, uh,

there's someone I, um--

look, Rollins, I--

[phone vibrating]
I know you and I--

I just, I've been meaning
to tell you--

- So sorry, uh,
this is an Atlanta number.

I gotta take it.
- Yeah, yeah.

- This is Amanda Rollins.

Yeah, I--I see.

Yeah, of co--of course.

I will see what I can do.

Thank you for calling.

- What--what is it?
Everything okay?

- [voice breaking]
Yeah, that was just--

that was his doctor.

My father, he--he had a stroke.

- Oh, my God. I'm sorry.

- They just said
he's all alone there.

- What--what about his wife?

- She couldn't handle
quarantine with him,

and they can't
get ahold of her.

She's 25.

I mean, I guess we know
how that goes.

- Okay, Amanda, you need
to get on a plane to Atlanta.

- I can't.

Jesse, Billie, my job.

- I'll call your mom.
She can watch the girls.

I'll tell Liv what's going on.

Come on, you--you need to go.

Okay? It's gonna be okay.

All right, come on.

It's gonna be okay.

Come on.

- Thank you for coming.

And thank you for clearing
our son's name.

- You should know
that Roy Eastman

is looking at serious time.

- McKenna called us.

She said the night it happened,

she and Lonnie met
at Penn Station

during his meal break.

That they just
had to see each other.

She said Lonnie
made her promise

not to say she was with him

because he'd be violated.

But if she'd told the truth,

he'd still be alive.

- Um, Mr. and Mrs. Liston,

this is Elira and Edon Zajmi,
Ceranda's parents.

- We're so sorry for your loss.

- And we are for yours.

- Both our children killed
for no reason.

- No, for one reason.

They were killed
because of hate.

[solemn music]

♪