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Law & Order Special Victims Unit...

Bachelor party gone wrong.

Victim's
an unidentified female.

Did you know she was 16?

May I ask what you
were doing there

when you discovered the body?

I'm an escort.
I get paid to go to parties.

Who is she working for?

She's one of Delia Wilson's
top girls.

Till Ganzel took her away.

Delia Wilson
is New York City's

most notorious madam.

Can you tell us
about your escort agency?

It's a matchmaking service.

You've never been tempted?

- No.
- Ah.

So why is Delia going
after Ganzel?

He's got the hottest girls.

She's got the most high-powered
client list.

Those girls have
other clients.

Politicians, DAs, brass.

Delia started a war.
He's striking back.

A former governor
was murdered.

I'm not taking the fall
for this.

You need to be careful.

Nobody knows how deep
her hooks go.

This was slid
under my apartment door.

When you were undercover.
This is completely legit.

You know
where this goes, Liv.

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.

Benson.

Captain.

So you people just don't get
the big picture, do you?

Which is what?

Delia Wilson has the goods
on everyone you work for.

Everyone you will ever consider
working for.

You just don't know
how deep this goes.

We'll do our job.
You do yours.

Right, you and your
DA friend, Haden?

You're in this way
over your head, sweetheart.

Walk away, little people.

Now watch yourself, Counselor.

Yeah. And you...

You think your marriage
is rocky now, kiddo?

Just wait till your wife
finds out

about you
and your star witness.

You know, I've never asked you
what you and Carissa

talked about that night
in the strip club.

You checking my work?

Exley's had SVU in his sights
since the Distasio case.

And if he did hear anything
about me and Carissa,

it came from your buddy.

Cassidy wouldn't do that.

Right. I never asked you
about David Haden.

And I knew from the get.

- Nick--
- You put it out there, not me.

I need some air.
I'm gonna walk.

I tried to warn you.

I told you,
everybody's got a skeleton.

In this investigation,
they got taps on cops.

The DA's office--I mean,
all the way up to Haden,

that self-righteous ass-hat.

Who else?

Is there anything
I should know?

- Is it Cragen?
- The captain?

No games.

Is he involved in this?

His name has come up
on some lists.

You know...
maybe he's involved.

Maybe he's being set up.

I really don't know, Liv.

I don't.

If I tell you what I know
about the governor's death,

can you protect me?

What exactly are you trying
to tell me?

Were you there?

You already know
there's a war going on

between Ganzel and Delia.

Maggie got caught,
the governor.

I think I'm next.

Look, we can protect you.

Come inside with me
right now.

I'll take your statement--

Uh...

I think I should go.
Um, this was a mistake.

Hey, Carissa.

Just take my card, at least.

Just call me if you need me.

Anytime.

It's late.

Long shift?

This is why I haven't
been coming home.

You said we could
talk tonight.

Amaro.

Uh, Carissa--

Wait, slow down.

Well, then, don't stay.
Get out of there.

- Who's Carissa?
- She's a witness.

You can talk to her,
but you can't talk to me.

Look, I have to call you back.

What?

Just make your phone call.

Thank you for meeting me.

You left four messages
at the precinct.

I figured it was important.

I feel like
I can trust you.

I went to Detective
Amaro earlier,

outside the police station.

I told him
that I was afraid.

He said that
he could protect me

if I went to a hotel
with him.

Top pocket.

Leave the room.

Let's go, come on.
Chop-chop.

Sweetheart?

Captain?

You forgot your keys.

Are you okay?

Okay.

It's okay.

I called 911.
They're on their way.

I didn't touch a thing.

What the hell happened?

I have no idea.

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It's Carissa.

I woke up.
She was dead.

Blood everywhere.

Liv, I don't remember
how she got here.

Police.

In the bedroom.

Don't say anything until
your lawyer gets here.

Detective Benson,
Special Victims Unit.

It's not your case,
Detective.

I need you to wait outside.

Captain Cragen,

did you know the victim?

Yes.

Carissa Gibson.

She was a witness in an SVU
murder investigation.

I gotta go.

Captain, are you okay?

Yeah, just a little tense.

They have to get me
to the hospital.

He needs to see a doctor.
I'm going to ride with him.

I think you know better
than that, Detective Benson.

Excuse me.
You are...

Paula Foster, DA's
Public Integrity Unit.

And this is my investigation,
not SVU's.

Found this, Counselor,
in the bathroom sink.

I was told that you were
already on the crime scene

when officers arrived.

Did you see that knife?
Touch anything?

I know better than that.

Then you know better
than to interfere--

He's been my captain
for 14 years.

I don't care.
Whatever you two talked about,

you're gonna have to testify to
at his Grand Jury.

He can take five,
you can't.

I'm well aware of that.

So, anything you wanna
tell me?

Yes.

He didn't do this.

So he doesn't remember

anything that happened
last night?

Barely remembers
the last few days.

He must've been drugged.

I mean, things could come back
to him in pieces.

No, I mean,
I called Captain's Endowment.

They're sending over
counsel at least.

CSU said there's no sign
of forced entry.

Maybe Carissa
talked her way in.

Slipped him a roofie.

Slit her own throat.

Look, she... called me
a few times last night.

She was anxious. She thought
she was in someone's crosshairs.

Whose?

She didn't say.

But it turns out she had
a right to be scared.

Of our captain?
Seriously?

- I'm not saying that.
- What are you saying?

He was drugged.
We weren't there.

None of us knows what happened.
You know what happened?

No, I don't know what
happened, but I--

Detectives and officers,
your attention.

Steven Harris--
I've been assigned

temporary captain
of Special Victims.

First things first.

I know you're all concerned
about Captain Cragen.

Here's the reality:
SVU can't touch this.

What we can do is accept
what we can't change

and go about
our regular business.

Fair or not, eyes are going
to be on us.

So I'm gonna need to see
your memo books,

logs of every mile
you drive--

Captain,
no disrespect, but...

Here in SVU, we're--

we're used to a certain amount
of autonomy.

I understand.
But things have changed.

We're all going to have
to adjust.

Yeah, I don't know
where you've been--

Pretty much everywhere.

But this is a very different
kind of squad.

I consider this to be one

of the department's
elite squads.

I don't wanna
see it broken up.

Okay. We got you, Captain.

Good.

While we're at it,
last I checked

NYPD dress code
is business attire.

I think this unit's got bigger
issues than that.

Detectives,
this is Paula Foster,

head of the DA's
Public Integrity Unit.

Thank you, Captain.

As you've probably heard,
I will be taking over

the Carissa Gibson murder
investigation.

I am here to remind you
that obstruction of justice

and tampering with evidence
are crimes.

As you are potential witnesses,
it's in your best interest

not to discuss this case
with each other,

or with anyone else.

Not even the press?

You will be asked
in the Grand Jury

who you spoke with,
and when,

and I will be questioning
all of you

about your relationship
with the suspect.

And the victim.

I will expect
your full cooperation.

Counselor.
A word?

Walk me out.

We got a call.

From security at the
Park Milano Hotel.

In-house masseur claims
a celebrity guest

grabbed the masseur's genitals

while requesting
a "reverse massage."

Who's got this?

Detectives Finn and Munch.

Sergeant Munch.

Thank you for volunteering,
Sergeant.

SVU has been
investigating a war

between Delia Wilson
and Bart Ganzel.

I'm more than up to speed
on that.

And our take is that Cragen
is the latest casualty.

He's been set up.

Maybe. But my concern
is the optics.

I have to reassure the city
and the mayor

that no one is above the law,
not even your captain.

He didn't kill anyone.

If that's true,
we'll find out.

But he's got blood
on his hands.

And everyone else is going
to be figuring out

how to score points
or cover their ass.

Including you?

I've been running Public
Integrity for seven years,

and you've never heard of me.

I don't like publicity.

I like my job.

I'm not gunning for anything.

Fair enough.

And I know, no matter
what Captain Harris says,

you are not going to stay away
from this.

Listen, I'm not gonna
interfere with your--

Don't even try.

All I ask:

Whatever you find, tell me.

You know people
in the DA's office.

Vet me all you want.

I'm no one's friend,

but I have
everyone's respect.

I will.

And I'm asking you,
before you rush to judgment,

to vet my captain.

I'm going to meet him
right now.

I'll need photos
of these scratches.

You can turn around now,
Captain.

And remove your gown.

And I'll need you
to drop your shorts.

You need anything else?
Some food?

I'd like my own clothes.

I'll pick you up
some more things.

You know, your apartment's
a crime scene.

Counselor, I've been a cop
since before you were born.

I know the damn rules.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, I...

had a personal emergency.

My daughter.

Not a problem.

Okay.

Then let's begin.

Can you ID yourself for me,
please?

Captain Donald Cragen,
commanding officer

of Manhattan's Special
Victims Unit.

And let's start
with Monday night.

According to your phone records,

you called Carissa Gibson
at 9:50.

Yes, she had left
some messages for me

at the squad room.

And the nature
of your conversation?

She said she had
some information

about Governor Fletcher's
murder.

Asked if she could meet me
at a diner in my neighborhood.

Do you often meet female
witnesses in restaurants

late at night?

No.

Did it occur to you to ask

a female officer
to go with you?

She said it had to be
just me, alone.

I see.

Had you ever talked
to her before?

Not personally, no.

My detectives did.

Why do you think
she called you?

Well, gee, in hindsight,
I'm gonna say,

I think she was setting me up.

Captain Cragen meant
no offense.

As you can imagine,
he's under stress.

When you met Carissa,
what did she tell you

about the former
governor's murder?

Nothing I remember.

And you had drinks, so we'll
be interviewing the bartender.

He was a waiter.
I had a tea.

So you do remember something.

Once more.

What did you talk about?

She claimed
one of my detectives

had been
inappropriate with her.

And who was that?

I'll need his name,
Captain.

Nick Amaro. But I didn't
believe a word she said.

Cragen's been set up,

and we're chasing celebrity
crotch grabbers.

Hey, were you here when
Cassidy was around?

Me? I've been here since
the dawn of time.

He was my partner.
You can trust him.

Right. But the reason I ask
is, I was invited

to Public Integrity
for questioning

about Carissa's murder,
and I'm wondering

who put me
on that short list?

You spoke to her that night.
They're gonna be all over you.

What are you saying?

Nothing, man. Take it easy,
will you, Nick?

Look, Munch...

There may be more between
Cassidy and Carissa

than he lets on.

Hey. I'll see what
I can find out.

All right, kid?

Cassidy. Cassidy,
you look exactly the same.

No, I don't.

- You look good, Johnny.
- No, I don't.

Hey, Liv.

So how's the captain?

Keeping it together.

We're trying to figure out
why Carissa went to see him.

Do you think she knows something
about the governor's murder?

My working theory?
She did it.

For Ganzel?

I don't have proof,
but that night

she wasn't at the loft,
and Ganzel,

he was acting real squirrely,
even for him.

Any way he cleaned house?
Took Carissa out?

Nah-ah, no way.
Not a chance. Zero.

I mean, he was genuinely
in love with her.

He's a wreck.

Okay. Who did it?

My money's on Delia.

Look. She frames Cragen,
hurts Ganzel...

It's a twofer.

The other night you said
that Cragen's name

came up on the wiretap.

Is he one of the targets
on your undercover op?

No.

And don't ask me who is.

You know I can't discuss
Cragen's case with you.

Don't walk away
and make me read this.

Off the record.

His tox screen showed a high
concentration of alcohol.

Captain hasn't had a drink
in 20 years.

They had to dope him.

You checked for scopolamine?

And everything else.

What about Georgia Home Boy?
GHB would've knocked him out.

And 10 hours later,
wouldn't leave a trace.

All I can confirm
is what did leave a trace.

Cragen's DNA under
the victim's fingernails,

his prints on the knife,
and her saliva on his penis.

All that proves
is whoever set him up

knew what they were doing.

Hey, how about if I'm
the dragon this time, huh?

No, daddy,
you're the prince.

I don't have blue eyes.

You have a visitor.

You must be Zara.

All right, honey, come on.

Here you go.

Yeah, it's time
to put on your jammies, huh?

- Good night, daddy.
- Your daughter's lovely.

You don't talk about
my daughter.

- I'm here to help you.
- You don't look at her--

You're a straight-up guy.

If you were a cop who crosses
the line, I'd know.

I don't care what you know.
You don't come to my house.

You are being played
by Ganzel and Cassidy.

Not the first ex-cop to work
both sides against the middle.

Your captain?
They have him in a vise.

He'll throw you over
if he has to.

Now you can go.

Now.

Go.

Officially, SVU is not allowed
to investigate this.

Unofficially,
we are on this 24/7.

They got me.
They went after Amaro.

I'd back away.

No, you wouldn't.

We're going to figure out
who set you up.

It's my fault.

I let my guard down.

They were looking
for a weak link.

Do I have to give you
the "You are a victim,

don't blame yourself"
speech?

Because I will.

What?

Yeah?

Yeah.

Thanks.

It's my so-called lawyer.

Breaking news.

In the wake
of the exploding NYPD

prostitution murder scandal,

Police Commissioner Andrew Brady
has just stepped down.

The mayor accepted
the commissioner's resignation,

stating that recent events had
cast a pall over the department.

Quoting now: "Everyone in this
city needs to know

that the NYPD
is above reproach."

We'll continue to follow
this story as it unfolds.

Step aside, Detective.

Come on, is that
really necessary?

It's okay, Liv.

Donald Cragen,
you're under arrest

for murder
in the first degree.

He'll come down voluntarily.

You know that the press
is camped out front.

We do. We'll go around
the back.

I'll call your lawyer
and have him meet you there.

That's enough.

Donald Cragen, on the charge
of murder in the first degree,

how do you plead?

Not guilty.

People on bail?

We request remand.
He has motive to flee.

Your Honor,
Captain Cragen

is a decorated
30-year veteran of the NYPD

with an impeccable reputation.

With all due respect,
given Captain Cragen's

extensive ties to overseas
law enforcement,

we believe
he's a flight risk.

This is political
grandstanding, Your Honor.

You're not helping
your client, young man.

The defendant is remanded
to solitary confinement

at Rikers.

They won't let him out
on bail?

The mayor's playing hardball.

Yeah. Well, we should too.
He was set up.

We just got to push until
somebody talks.

Cassidy thinks
that Delia's behind it.

That's possible,
or it's possible

Cassidy's protecting Ganzel.

Bart Ganzel?

You barge in here while
my client is sitting shiva?

Have you no shame?

I'm sure he wants to figure
out who murdered Carissa

just as much as we do.

Sorry for your loss.

We already told
the DA's investigators

everything we know.

And then they arrested
your captain.

Ganzel, you're a smart man,

you know we had nothing
to do with it.

Well, you know
what I've found?

You think you know people
until you don't.

Yeah? When's the last time
you saw Carissa?

We made love that afternoon.

She was so warm.

Alive.

I still can't believe
she's not gonna walk

through that door any minute.

Did she seem upset
about anything?

No. She was good
at masking pain.

She knew I loved
to see her smile.

'Cause the night
Carissa died,

she contacted
an SVU detective

and she called our captain.

You know why
she would do that?

What she was worried about?

In hindsight,
she may have realized

Delia was coming after her.

Why would
Delia go after her?

'Cause Carissa was the most
precious thing in my life.

I was a threat
to Delia's empire.

The commissioner's son's
bachelor party,

Delia slipped that underage girl
in with my escorts,

then killed her--
set me up.

And you got back at Delia
by killing the former governor,

right--
her four-star client?

Delia probably
killed him herself.

Made it look like
my client's revenge.

I wouldn't
underestimate her.

You got proof?

Common sense.

She's facing
criminal charges.

And there's nothing
more dangerous

than a trapped whoremonger.

She gets back at me.

Kills the love of my life.

Frames your captain.

Delia Wilson didn't get
where she is by playing nice.

Ms. Foster,
how's your daughter?

Is she doing any better?

She's fine.
Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

You said your client's
ready to make a deal.

- Let's hear it.
- Yeah.

Does Detective Benson
need to be here?

I invited her.

Well, the reason I ask
is because

we're coming forward today
with some sensitive information

about her captain.

You haven't
set him up enough?

Proof that Carissa Gibson
wasn't the first escort

that Cragen has been with.

He didn't tell you,
did he?

Those aren't probative
of misconduct,

and they could've been
photoshopped.

Please, feel free
to authenticate.

They're yours to keep.

You have any
credit card receipts?

Any phone records,
emails?

He used pay phones
and paid with cash.

And we can provide
sworn affidavits

detailing Cragen's deviant
sexual proclivities,

such as choking, restraints,
knife playing.

I'm not listening to this.

Wait, just hold on a second.

What do you want?

I just want this nightmare
to end.

You have one charge
of third-degree prostitution

against my client.

Drop it in exchange
for her testimony

against an SVU captain
who abused escorts

and ended up murdering one.

And Maggie Murphy?
The first victim?

That case just goes away?

Ah, yes, the bachelor party.

Sorry to see
the commissioner resign.

We know that you have evidence
implicating Anya Solar.

Good luck getting the
enlightened nation of Colombia

to extradite her.

Anya trusts me.

I can get her here.

In exchange for Ms. Wilson's
immunity on the murder charge.

Get Ms. Solar on US soil,
then we'll talk.

Ms. Foster,
you don't have any chips.

We do.

Call me when
you're ready to bid.

You wouldn't really play ball
with them, would you?

That son of a bitch, Exley,
pretending to care

about my daughter?

Sarah's nine. She was born
with Lobstein syndrome,

her bones are like glass.

She's fragile, but brave.

I'm sorry.
That must be really hard.

I know what Delia Wilson is.

But sex trafficking, extortion,
three murders?

We might have to make
a devil's deal on this.

And, cone of silence,
I have confirmation on some

of her allegations
against your captain.

I don't know about you,
but I could use a drink.

I'm fine.
Confirmation on what?

Wiretaps.

We've had Ganzel under
surveillance for three years.

Brian Cassidy is my UC.

I know you guys go back.
I figured you'd find out.

Cassidy never said a word.

There is something else

that you should know.

David Haden.

He came up on the wiretaps.

We learned you two
were involved.

Okay.

So now what?

Well, it leaves you both
vulnerable.

Yes.

Technically, I should
report it, but...

I don't know that
that needs to come out.

Another name keeps popping up.

Amaro.

What's your gut on him?

Amaro is good police.

The night Carissa Gibson
was killed,

she told your Captain Amaro
came on to her.

Not a chance.

He's been under stress.

You were there--he and his wife
had a public fight

in the squad room.

He wouldn't hit on Carissa,

and he certainly didn't
kill her.

I know you're loyal
to your partner.

You're loyal to your captain.

But, objectively,

any other guy found in bed
with a dead hooker,

his prints on the knife,
her saliva on his genitals--

I understand that.
I get it.

The optics.

We're past that.

He's the prime suspect.

You think you know him.

But people
lead double lives.

Everybody has secrets.
I do.

You do.

Now we know
your captain does.

And there's
no way that he did this.

Then it's one hell
of a setup.

If he didn't invite her in,
someone sent her there.

Someone?
You mean Delia?

Carissa's engaged to Ganzel.

How would Delia get to her?

Ganzel poached Delia's
other escorts.

Maybe he poached Carissa too.

Delia's booker, Iris...

She might know if Carissa worked
for Delia before.

Is she the one who's
testifying against Delia

on the prostitution charge?

Take a run at her.

How you holding up?

I miss my daughters.

Well, it's best
that they stay out of town.

You can join them,
after the Grand Jury.

It's only one more day.

And then Delia
magically forgives me?

I saw what she did
to your captain.

You think Delia had something
to do with this?

I'm not testifying
about that.

You don't have to testify.

What we're trying to figure out,
though, is, um...

how Carissa is involved
in all of this.

She ever worked for Delia?

When Carissa first got
to town, she was Delia's girl.

And the governor's,
every Tuesday night.

So, you're saying
if Carissa showed up

at his townhouse,
he would've let her in?

So Carissa kills
the former governor.

Delia kills Carissa
for payback.

Like I said, I am not
testifying about that.

And after the Grand Jury,
I want witness protection

for me and my daughters.

We'll talk to the DA.

Get some rest, okay?

We'll see you
in the morning.

How you holding up?

We're going to get you
out of here.

Everybody's surviving
without me.

Barely.

I appreciate you saying that.

Captain, you were a mark
from the beginning.

They're putting it out there
that you're one

of Delia's clients--
that's not true.

I have exposure here.

I don't understand.

After I went undercover
as a John with Lena,

I realized how lonely I was.

How happy it made me just
to have somebody nice

to talk to.

So you used
a matchmaking service

or a dating site.

Please.

It just seemed simpler.

You pay. You have somebody
to talk to.

There's no strings,
no pressure.

Companionship, Liv.

I swear, that's all it was.

A few dates.

I slipped.

And then I came to my senses.

You got to get in front
of this.

Tell your lawyer.

Why?

I finally got Zara to sleep.

Expecting any visitors
tonight?

I told you.

That won't happen again.

Look, they're bringing me in
to, uh, testify

in that escort's murder,
Carissa.

She's the one who called me
Monday night.

- Nick--
- Now look, I want you to know--

Nick, please stop.

I wanna talk
about things.

I'm sorry.

What?

I'm moving.

To DC.

You're what?

This has nothing to do
with you

and whatever happened
with that woman--

Nothing happened.

It doesn't matter, Nick.
Doesn't matter.

Okay, I'm--I'm tired
of waiting around

for you to make time for us.

So why don't we just--

take a little break?

Yeah, who's in DC?

- No one, okay?
- Yeah.

I just--I took
a communications post

with the Pentagon.

Zara and I are going to stay
with my folks.

- Zara.
- Mm-hmm.

No, she's our daughter.
My daughter.

I've been away from her
for too long. I'm sorry.

She knew we were coming
at 10:00.

Did you see Iris today?

I got here at 8:00.

No one in or out since then.

Maybe she's in the can.

And the house was watched
all night?

No, she wasn't under 24/7.

If there was a sector car
in the neighborhood,

they did a drive-by.

Iris?

Iris?

You in there?

Iris?

Oh, dear Lord.

It's too late.

She's gone.

Not a chance.

Iris was a little depressed,
she was anxious, but...

She was not suicidal.

All she wanted was to be
with her daughters.

If force was used,
the bruising would've shown

post-mortem.

Tox screen clean?

Alcohol and Xanax
in her system,

which she could've
taken herself.

Or somebody could've
slipped it to her.

Waited for her to pass out
and, you know--

slit her wrists.

There'd be no signs of force.

If you have reason
to be paranoid,

that could be
a possible scenario.

Yes. We have reason.

Okay, so just don't
rule it as suicide yet,

keep it open,
pending investigation, please.

You're waiving your right
to counsel?

I don't need a lawyer.

Okay, then, Detective.

According to cell records,
there were three calls made

between you and Carissa Gibson
on the night she was murdered.

What were those about?

Well, she...

was all over the place.
She...

Actually, so are you.

I'm going to need you
to sit down.

For the camera.

The first call
lasted seven minutes.

Yeah, she, uh...

She said she felt trapped,
and she wanted out and...

She wasn't making sense.

And she called you back
a few minutes later

for only 20 seconds.

Yeah, I had to get off
the call.

And why is that?

It's a personal matter.

One minute later,
you called her back.

Yes.
But she didn't pick up.

Detective Amaro,

how would you describe
your relationship

with Carissa Gibson?

She's a witness
in the murder investigation

of Maggie Murphy.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Earlier that night.

And she said
she had information.

I said I couldn't help her
unless she came in

and made a statement.

Were there any witnesses
to this encounter?

Well, she approached me
in the precinct parking lot.

So there were
other officers around.

But nobody heard you two.

Probably not, no.

Did you discuss
personal matters?

No.

Did you touch her physically?

Wait, what?

No, no--
who told you that?

Did you suggest that
the two of you go to a hotel?

Wait, who--
who are you getting this from?

Cassidy?

So you maintain
that your behavior with her

never crossed a line?

Tell me who said that!

I'm a married man.
I've never even looked

at another woman.
You understand that?

I do, Detective.
Sit down, please.

Are you happy now?

Got what you wanted
out of me, Counselor?

So Iris is found dead an hour
before she's gonna testify

against Delia Wilson?

And Warner does not
rule it murder?

Delia only hires the best.

No forced entry,
no bruising--

No witness,
no prostitution case.

I mean, it's pretty brazen.

Maggie Murphy, then Carissa.
Now Iris.

- We better watch our backs.
- Hey.

Thought we were meeting
at noon.

Um, we feel that you should
sit this one out.

What is this? Huh?

You don't trust me?

No, it's not that.

You made contact with Carissa
that night.

You're a witness.

- So that's a yes?
- No one's saying that.

- You really think I hit on her?
- No.

So what next?
I tracked her and the captain

and slit her throat--
is that what you're thinking?

Take it easy, all right?

This is all coming
from Cassidy, isn't it?

- You got him all wrong.
- Oh, yeah. Do I?

- Yeah.
- I did some digging.

He's not assigned to Vice.

And IAB doesn't work UCs
three years.

We don't even know who the hell
this guy's working for!

Cassidy is good police.

All of you
have blinders on!

This isn't the same kid
you worked with 13 years ago.

Look, I've been there.
I've worked UC.

This guy's been in too long.

He's infatuated with Ganzel.

He's in that world,
with that much temptation.

I'm telling you,
he's crossed over!

Nick. Nick!

We're doing this
for the captain

and you.

Now go home to be
with your wife and daughter.

I'll keep you posted.
All right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll do that.

Benson.

What?

I--I'm on my way.

- What now?
- That was Foster.

Anya Solar,
the last possible witness

against Delia Wilson,
was killed last night

in a car accident
outside Cartagena.

Okay, I'm gonna be
right back, guys.

She has physical therapy
every day.

I try to be with her
whenever I can.

Thanks for meeting me here.

Oh, of course.

So we lose Anya and Iris
in one day.

The embassy believes Anya's
car was run off a cliff

by a cement mixer.

Local police insist
it was an accident.

I can't get the report.

Delia's muscle really
goes that far?

In Cartagena,
that's a small favor.

Fake accident.
Fake suicide.

She's cleaning house.

Not to mention framing
my captain for Carissa's murder.

That one I'm still
a little murky on.

Let's take it back a step.

You told me that Carissa
used to be

the governor's favorite.

Yeah, back when she worked
for Delia.

And Ganzel knew this.

So he sent Carissa to kill
the governor

and out Delia as a madam.

Look, Delia must have figured
out that Carissa did the hit.

Maybe she blackmails her
to drug Cragen.

And then double-crosses her?

There's motive there
on all three.

Did Iris have any idea who Delia
uses to do her wet work?

If she did,
she took it with her.

But Cassidy told me that Delia
sent goons in

to threaten Ganzel.

Ganzel? Good luck getting him
to ID them for us.

Yeah, but we have to try.

My captain is sitting in jail.

Ganzel trusts Cassidy.

Maybe he and I can work him.

This is a three-year
operation.

Cassidy's extremely vulnerable.

I don't want to put him
in jeopardy.

Neither do I.

Yeah, there was
physical evidence

that could ID
these goons.

Can you get it?

Not without Ganzel
finding out.

Look, I'm on thin ice as it is,
all right?

How many times
can I tell this guy

he needs to cooperate
with my former employers, huh?

Cragen is in Rikers,
and Delia put him there.

I know I look like a dumb cop,
all right?

I get it, trust me.

But what I don't get
is even if Ganzel

IDs Delia's bad boys,
why would they flip, hmm?

One step at the time.

Tell Ganzel
it's too hot for him

to go after Delia himself.

I'll see what I can do,
all right?

But, Liv, you got to keep
your partner out of this one.

Those tight-wound cops,

they're the ones you got
to look out for.

I gotta bounce.
Hot date.

Where's Benson been all day?

She and Munch had
a court appearance.

Uh-huh.
Our friends at One PP

are under the misapprehension
that some of you

have been investigating
Iris Peterson's death.

She's the main witness against
Delia Wilson.

How is that not
Special Victims?

I admire your initiative
and your loyalty.

I don't see a lot of either.

Welcome to SVU.

But we have to stick
to our assigned cases.

As of this morning,
three more massage therapists

have come forward,
claiming our celebrity,

mister "X,"
made unwanted grabs.

There's a witness on his way up.

You two take his statement.

I trust you'll treat him
with respect.

And where the hell is Amaro?

Come on, mom, eat.

It's sweet and sour.
It's your favorite.

I'll swell up
like a balloon.

Would you stop it, please?
You look beautiful.

Hey.

We need to talk.

Can it wait until I finish
eating dinner with my mom?

I apologize,
Mrs. Cassidy, but, uh,

I need to borrow your son
for a few minutes.

You boys do what you have to.

I'll be right back.

Where do you think you
get off, pal, huh?

Who the hell
are you working for?

- What? Whoa, whoa--
- You're not NYPD.

You on Ganzel's payroll
or working backdoor for Delia?

Hey, back it up,
Ricky Ricardo.

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

Tell me who you're working
for, or I'll shoot you!

I'll kill you right now.

Hey, put that thing
down, all right?

- You don't wanna do this.
- Oh, yeah. Actually, I do.

The whole restaurant
just saw you.

Who are you working for?

Look... Amaro...

I think we got off
on the wrong foot here.

Man, shut up!

I don't like you,
I don't trust you.

Just tell me who
you're working for.

You know I can't do that!

I can't tell you
who I report to.

All right?
You know that!

I'm UC.
I'm investigating Ganzel

and all the people
that he has on the take:

Vice, DAS,
NYPD white shirts.

That's good, sweetheart.

It's stuck on something.

Get down.
You'll hurt yourself.

I loved Carissa too.

But perhaps work would take
your mind off of your grief.

Shiva, Barry,
means seven days.

I've been at it for four.

I got it.

Son of a bitch.

Let that go to voicemail.

Carissa.

Right. Carissa.

Look, she calls me that night.

Okay? She's hysterical.

She says that you were
inappropriate with her.

Frankly, right now, I kind of
see how she got that impression.

She lied.
I never touched her.

Well, then, you missed out,
m'ijo.

She had a real thing for cops.

Did you tell Ganzel
what she said?

It never came up.

But after, Carissa--

she calls Ganzel
on his private cell, right?

I don't even have that number.

And after that, Ganzel tells me
he's worried about her.

Says that she sounded
a little jinky.

Is that when Ganzel told you
to keep an eye on her?

- Follow her?
- What?

What are you saying?
What--

- What, you think I killed her?
- It wasn't Cragen.

'Course it wasn't Cragen.

Cragen got set up real good.

And so did she.

Right, and your boss
sent her to Cragen.

Look, my money--

my money's on Delia.

Carissa
was Ganzel's girl.

Carissa was everybody's girl!

All right?

Grow up!

So Delia blackmails her
into setting up Cragen and me.

You were just a cover story,
man. All right?

You were an excuse for her
to work Cragen.

Then Delia double-crosses her.

Delia double-crosses
everybody.

Cassidy's working on Ganzel
to cooperate.

If he IDs Delia's thugs,
then--

He won't!

And Delia is too smart
to hire guys who will roll over.

Maybe not. I mean,
there's got to be somebody

we've got leverage on.

There was: Iris.
Delia took care of her.

Don't forget Anya Solar.

- Munch, not helping.
- Yeah, but he's right.

Five murders, and the only
person being charged is me.

She's good.

We're not giving up, Captain.

Try and stay positive.

I don't need slogans, Rollins.

Just get me out of here.

When's the last time
you talked to Cassidy?

Yesterday. We wanted him
to get Ganzel to cooperate--why?

One of the bugs in Ganzel's
loft went dead last night.

I left a signal for Cassidy,
and haven't heard from him.

Can you try and find him?

I will, yeah.

Coming.

Olivia. What's up?

What's up?

Mm.

You tell me.

What, you want to see
my memo book?

We've lost contact
with Cassidy.

I talked to his mother,
she said that you were

the last person
that he was seen with.

- I needed some answers.
- Yeah?

Is that why you locked him
in the men's room?

It turns out he was
holding back about Carissa.

He told me she and Ganzel
had a private cell.

Ganzel was the last person
she spoke to that night.

And he just volunteered this?

Yeah.

- Once I put a gun to his head.
- What?

You kidding me?

I'm sorry. Nick,
let's take it outside.

I don't want to wake up
your family.

No, they're--
they're not here.

Maria, she accepted
a job in DC.

Took Zara with her.

But it's--it's temporary.

Nick, I'm so sorry.

It's late, and...

I need to try to sleep.

And show up tomorrow.

- Freeze!
- Whoa, whoa!

Whoa, hey, hey!
Boss, it's me.

- What the hell?
- Get down. Hands up.

Really? How about one
or the other, boss, huh?

Cassidy, you scared the piss
out of me.

What the hell
are you talking about?

You called me.

Where have you been?

Taking care of business.
I brought you Chinese food.

Give me that.

What do you need, hmm?

The way Delia got to Iris
and Carissa,

she's always one step ahead,
she's got spies.

Hey, boss, you got
to calm down here.

Bugs. Bugs.

The loft! You gotta check it.

A bug sweep. Every inch,
chop-chop.

They spent the whole day,
boss, and they can't tell

just from these little things
where they're transmitting to.

You know, we should've
left them on.

Whoever planted these things
is going to know

that we're on to them.

No, I need privacy
in my own home.

And who the hell
did plant them?

I hired you
to provide security.

I get that you're upset,
boss, okay?

I get that.

But a lot of people come
through this loft.

It could've been anybody,
all right?

One of Delia's girls.

How long where they
in operation?

I don't know.

You don't know who,
how or when.

What do you know?

Whoa. You either trust me
or you don't, huh?

You're right.
I'm just--

Carissa was my rock.

Hey, look.

There's no time to wallow here,
okay?

If NYPD planted those bugs, then
we need to get in front of it.

I'm out on the same limb
you are, right?

I'll call them.

Where's your counsel,
Ms. Wilson?

I had to let Mr. Exley go,
Your Honor.

After he posted bond,
he seemed to misunderstand

the nature
of our relationship.

As I have no financial resources
to hire another attorney,

I'll be representing myself.

If this is another
delaying tactic--

Not at all.

In light of the tragic suicide
of Iris Peterson,

I'd like to file a motion
to dismiss.

The state doesn't have
a shred of evidence

to support the charges
against me.

Does the DA's office still
have a case, Ms. Foster?

Yes, Your Honor. We're holding
a material witness

to several violent crimes
orchestrated by Delia Wilson,

including
what we intend to prove

was the murder
of Iris Peterson.

I run a matchmaking business.

These strong-arm tactics
are the DA's attempt

to blackmail me into revealing
the names of my clients.

We're pursuing
a charge of homicide.

The ME's report ruling
the circumstances

of Iris Peterson's death
undetermined,

pending investigation.

Which I'll be retaining
my own experts to refute.

The ME, Melinda Warner,
has a personal relationship

with accused murderer
Captain Donald Cragen,

which has biased her findings.

Retain away, Ms. Wilson.
That's your prerogative.

But I'm not dismissing
these charges.

I've assured my boss
that SVU plays clean.

If my man Cassidy tells me
to have faith in you detectives,

I have faith.

Our only agenda
is to prove

that Delia killed
Iris Peterson.

No offense, sweetheart,
but if you could nail me too,

- you would.
- Watch yourself.

He meant that as
a compliment, Detective.

Now, if we could,
let's cut to the chase.

Well, we understand Delia sent
some thugs around

to threaten you.

What can you tell us?

It was a couple months ago.

Three goons, thick necks,
big guns.

They took baseball bats
to my TVs, my artwork.

Called them "PBS sticks."

"Pimp, Be Smart."
It's a catchy acronym.

The geniuses
forgot one bat.

I got here after they left.

I bagged anything
they might have touched.

You'll probably
find a print.

Hello? This is why I keep
ex-NYPD on my payroll.

New York's finest.

Why didn't you call
the police?

We didn't want
to bother NYPD

with such a trivial matter.

But now we're talking murder.

I read Iris had two daughters.
Heartbreaking.

Well, we'll need the bat,
and we'll also need you

to testify at the Grand Jury.

Testifying against
Delia Wilson

will put my client
at considerable risk.

The bigger the risk,
the bigger the reward.

Bart Ganzel thinks
he's gonna get full immunity?

He wants us to throw out
three years of wiretaps?

- Screw him.
- Hold on.

He needs something to restore
his faith in Cassidy.

Counselor.

What do you suggest, detectives?

Okay, so the first murder,
right?

Maggie Murphy
at the bachelor party.

Now, we know that was Delia
and Anya setting Ganzel up.

So give him a pass on that,
before Delia catches wind

that Ganzel's cooperating.

Okay, I get it, detectives.

Let's just hope Ganzel
has something real.

We matched three sets
of prints.

Two of Delia's thugs skipped

an hour before the DA's
investigators got there.

But the third one
had packed his bags,

told his wife he was flying
down to Mexico City,

but instead spent the night
with his little side piece

at some
hot-sheet airport motel,

where he was arrested
this morning.

Sans culottes?
Beautiful.

- And his lover's talking?
- Not yet.

Well, there's one way
to up the pressure.

Ganzel's good
IDing this guy?

Yeah. The emperor
just needs a minute.

He's been
a little itchy lately.

He found bugs, Cassidy.

You need to end this.

Liv, I put in three years.

I'm not pulling out now.

You want to help me?

You tell your idiot partner
to keep it in his pants.

I already did. Look,
he's under a lot of pressure.

And I'm not?
Come on, Liv.

Ganzel goes
on a paranoid coke binge,

and butch boy pulls a gun on me
with my mom--

It's taken care of.

Something going on
between you two, Liv?

- Don't be an ass.
- Do you two need a room?

No, we're all good.
Let's roll, boss.

Cassidy, you drive
with Ganzel.

- I'll follow.
- You don't trust me to show up?

NYPD, they get a little
anxious.

Hey. Hey, moron.
Get away from the car.

Police! Stop! Police!

Hey do you hear me?
I said back up.

- Or what?
- Stop! NYPD!

You don't want
to do that, pal.

You back off,
or I'll shoot him.

- Not--not necessary.
- Stop!

Drop the gun!

You drop your gun!

Get back against the pole.

- Put the gun down.
- You put yours down.

Police! Don't move!

Police! Don't shoot!
I'm on the job!

I'm on the job!

Don't move!
Both of you, drop it!

- No, I'm on the job!
- I said freeze!

- I'm a cop. I'm on the job.
- Police! Police! On the job.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Liv, get b--
Liv, get back!

No! No!

Cassidy, Cassidy.

10-13, 10-13, officer down,
officer down.

Vandam and Varick.

A PO was shot.

Cassidy.
Oh, my God.

Call a bus!

Stay with me,
Cassidy, okay?

You hang in there.

We're gonna be there soon,
okay?

- We lost him.
- Do something.

Clear.

- Liv, you okay?
- Cassidy got hit, twice.

What the hell happened?

He got shot by a uni,
some rookie.

Did Cassidy ID himself?

- Yes, but the uni
must've panicked or--

- Or what? What?
- I don't know.

IAB wants your statement.

They should question
the shooter first.

They need to talk
to you too.

After I see how he's doing.

When Cassidy and I worked
together, we had this, uh...

moment.

I didn't handle it well.

That was a long time ago.

He probably doesn't hold that
against you.

No, he probably does.

Bullet missed the artery,
but it got the spleen.

He's still in surgery.

But he's gonna pull through.

Doctors are like cops.

They don't like
to make promises.

- Harris.
- I want to see my man.

Detective Benson,
how's he doing? Gonna be okay?

They're doing
the best they can.

I'll make some calls.

I know people, cardiologists.

Get a second opinion,
whatever he needs.

Private room, the best.

I want to take care of him.

That's very generous
of you.

I'm out of my mind here.
Those--

those punks.

Cassidy took a bullet
for me.

The guy's ex-NYPD,
gets shot by his own team.

What's that about?

I don't know,
but I can promise you

- we're gonna find out.
- That's good.

He's got all of you
on his side still.

That's loyalty.

Benson.

IAB wants
to see you now.

They said it's good
if I come along.

Look, I, uh,
I don't need anybody

to hold my hand, so...

Not your call.

That's the shooter.
Who is she?

Alana Gonzalez.
Two years with the 11th.

Clean sheet.
First time firing her weapon.

Yeah, and her last.
It was a bad shooting.

My job, not yours.

Tell him what you saw.

Two male blacks,
one younger, one older, bald.

The young one bolts.
I give chase.

The older one pulls his weapon
on Ganzel.

Cassidy draws his gun.

Did you see
the officers arrive?

I caught a glimpse.

And the radio car, I must say,
arrived exceptionally fast.

So Cassidy's gun
was drawn.

Did they tell him to freeze?

He shouted,
"I'm on the job."

I came running back,
arms up, screaming,

"Don't shoot.
Don't shoot."

And Gonzalez shot Cassidy twice
at point-blank range.

Did you see him freeze?

I can't swear to that,
but I know that--

Gonzalez and her partner
both claim

they were in imminent danger.

Well, they're lying.

I mean,
those guys just happened

to be breaking
into Ganzel's car

right when we come down?

The cops arrive that fast.
Are you kidding me?

Benson, just let IAB
do their investigation.

Did you interview
the car thieves?

No, the kid you caught
lawyered up.

Oh, well,
I wonder who's paying.

Did you check
the officers' financials?

Huh?

Can we have the room?

You're gonna let
IAB handle this?

That's the protocol.
They'll piece it together.

If this was a setup--

If?

Both officers used the phrase
"Imminent danger."

They're being coached.

Okay. So you say
that these rookie cops

were paid to kill
one of our own.

I'm saying that Ganzel
made Cassidy.

He set him up.

Timeline makes sense.

That kid you caught, young?

Barely shaving.

Maybe IAB isn't
the way to go.

They said I had a visitor.

I know you?

That guy that got shot,
he's a friend of the family.

Yo, I ain't have nothing
to do with that.

I know,
you were just trying

to steal some wheels,
Hasdrubal.

But you know how
NYPD and DOC get

when one of our own
gets shot.

Yeah, I'm starting
to find that out.

Yo, I swear, I didn't know
he was a cop.

Just do yourself a favor.

Tell me what you did know.

That punk Hasdrubal told me
he just started working

for that car theft ring.

That morning, he got a tip
to stand by for a Rolls.

Hey.

Look, you either trust me,
or you don't.

Sit down, Nick.
Come on.

Yeah.

How's Cassidy?

He's sedated,

but he's
out of critical condition.

That could've been you
that got shot.

I mean, we all got to watch
each other's backs.

So this shooting,
it was a setup?

Hasdrubal got a "Go" call

two minutes before Cassidy
stepped outside

from this number,
a no-name cell.

And I'm betting
that Officer Gonzalez

got the same "Go" call
right after that one.

So the night Carissa
was killed,

she called Nick,
she called the squad room,

and she called Cassidy once.

But there was a number
that we couldn't trace.

Bingo.
Number matches the "Go" call.

Well, Cassidy told me
Carissa called Ganzel that night

on his private cell.

You want to bet that's it?

Ganzel set up
his own carjacking.

He made both of those calls

when Cassidy and I
were waiting for him.

So these rookies,
they give anything to IAB?

What do you think?

Friendly fire,
that's bad enough.

But a prearranged hit
on a UC?

We're on our own.

That's gotta be her.

Officer Gonzalez?

Can we talk to you
for a minute?

I'm with my sister.

Well, we can do this here,

or we can take a walk.

Are you with IAB?
I already spoke--

No, we've got some bad news.

The cop you shot, he died.

I told IAB
I didn't know he was a cop.

Then you're the only one
who didn't.

This was a hit.

One of the car thieves
told us everything.

Those two pieces of crap.

Of course they're gonna say
cops did it.

You're facing a murder charge
on a fellow officer.

I should call my PBA
delegate.

Yeah, do that.
They really like cop killers.

Because you crossed
a line here, Officer.

I don't know
if you understand

exactly where you are
right now.

You pulled the trigger.

Look, Alana, we know
this wasn't your idea.

You really wanna
take all the weight?

Cuantos anos tu tienes?

Veinticuatro?

Your life would be over.

Buena suerte.

Wait!

So after roll call,

Gonzalez's sergeant,
Ted Koundak, pulls her aside.

He says, "We have a tip
on a car ring."

He shows her Cassidy's photo,

he says that he's armed
and dangerous,

and that if she takes him out,
she'll get her shield.

And Gonzalez believed him?

Well, we left out
two things.

Koundak is her rabbi,
and she's sleeping with him.

That I believe.

So this Sergeant Koundak,

his name ever come up
on the wiretaps?

I'd have to check.

It was three years.

Cassidy's out of the woods.
Go see if he can make him.

Ted Koundak, that schmuck.

He used to hang around
a little bit, you know.

He had a thing
for Spanish girls.

Are you gonna tell me
that he paid that chick

to put two bullets in me?

Ganzel called in a favor.

- Ganzel?
- Yeah.

But Ganzel paid
for these flowers.

He paid for this room.

Cassidy...

- Ow. Ow.
- Ganzel made you.

You okay?

Yeah, but I mean,
can you blame the guy?

I mean, really.
Those bugs.

Stupid bugs.

You should've told Foster.

No way.

She would've just pulled me in.
And then what?

I go back to investigating
dry cleaner break-ins?

I'm like you, Liv.

This job is
the only thing I got.

I'm not who I used to be.

Sure you are.

No.

I'm not.

That was nice.

Something about a man
in a hospital bed.

Okay, Florence Nightingale.

You think Cassidy's
undercover, you fire him.

You don't shoot him.

What, you thought Koundak
would stay loyal?

Yeah, friggin' Armenian.

Give me a hand with this.

Where are you going?

Israel, my homeland.

Mazel tov.
You can't leave the country.

Get me on a private jet, boat,
friggin' bicycle.

Calm down.

My advice,
turn yourself in quietly.

You know what, Barry?
That advice sucks.

Something else--I go down,
you go down with me.

- Bart.
- What?

Police.

Joy, you let them in?

Bart Ganzel,
you're under arrest.

Promoting prostitution,
bribery--

Look, we can work this out.

You got to be kidding me.

Hey, that's my partner!

Now, Bart,
you're under arrest.

The state marks the combination
of a three-year investigation

into Bart Ganzel's
illegal business enterprises.

We intend to bring
multiple charges,

including the attempted murder
of an undercover police officer.

Which my client will be
pleading not guilty to

on all counts, Your Honor.

I wouldn't expect
anything less, Mr. Querns.

Thank you, Your Honor.

- People on bail.
- We request remand.

Mr. Ganzel was apprehended
while attempting to flee.

He was arrested
when in residence.

He is perfectly willing
to surrender his passport.

We also have evidence
that Mr. Querns

is part of the conspiracy.

We will be moving to have him
removed as counsel.

One step at a time.

Pending Mr. Ganzel agreeing
to house arrest

and electronic monitoring--

Your Honor, his house
is a house of prostitution.

Bail is set at 200,000.

Get your hands off me.
I made bail.

They have to process you,
Bart.

It's all routine.

Easy, easy.

I have bursitis
in this shoulder.

Your client's
a piece of work.

If that threat to have me
removed as Mr. Ganzel's counsel

was an opening salvo,

I'll bury Public Integrity
in so many motions,

it'll make Vesuvius look like
an early autumn flurry.

Welcome to Pompeii.

An employment contract
for Maggie Murphy?

I never hired that poor girl.
I never even met her.

Yeah, but you did
execute contracts

for all the other girls Ganzel
supplied to the, uh, bacchanal.

Entertainers.
All legal, no one underage.

DA's having trouble taking
your word for it.

This is just a pretext

to search my records, my files,
my clients' files.

We're looking
for one document.

It could be anywhere.

Email, hard drive.

She wants to go
through it all.

You mean she wants to put me
out of work

until I cooperate.

Stop this inquisition.

I'll speak with your DA

Mr. Querns, we have three
years of you on wiretaps,

helping Mr. Ganzel run
his business, hide his cash,

edit his ads to maintain
the illusion

he ran an escort service.

Let me be clear.

You are a target
of this investigation as well.

And you can see
where this goes.

Yet here I am.

Three years' worth of tapes.

What more could you
possibly want?

We have you and Ganzel
on racketeering.

We don't have anything
on the former governor's murder.

I know nothing about that.

Yeah, but Ganzel does.
And he trusts you.

I'm sure you're not
telling me

to betray
a client's trust.

Of course not.

But he is a liability.

You won't just lose
your license.

You'll go to prison.

I believe in loyalty.

Yeah, well, your client,
not so much.

You know, this respect that
you're paying him--

you should hear the things
that he says

when your back is turned.

This is a courtesy,
and it's off the record.

Where's Barry?

Get that schwartze down here
to mop up this mess.

Barry's with me ten years.

That bufte's
never touched a girl.

Talk about an African queen.

Here's the beauty part.

My signature's
not on anything.

It's all Barry.

I had another lawyer
set it up.

Let Barry think
he's the HNIC.

Ah, the casual racism
of the sweaty underclass.

There's hours of this.

I get the gist, Detective.

Do you?

We both know as long as you
still represent Ganzel,

we can't help each other.

- No offense.
- None taken.

Go. Scram.
Make yourself scarce.

Get out of here.
Chop-chop!

I'll never find anybody
as good as Cassidy.

This friggin' thing.

- Bart.
- What?

I'm here to tell you
I can no longer represent you.

What?

You're serious?
You're not my lawyer.

- That's correct.
- That's just great.

Now that they're coming
after me--sinking ship, Barry.

What am I supposed to do?

You hire another attorney.

Yeah, I'll get
right on that.

In the meantime,
I just need you to tell me

what I should do.

I'm not--

What, you bitching
about giving me a freebie?

I got a problem here.

I'd advise:
Retain another attorney.

They have a case
for promoting prostitution,

for arranging a hit
of a police officer--

Cassidy didn't die.

Lucky for you,

or you'd be looking
at a murder charge.

I still am.

Let me ask you...

Um...

Is pillow talk admissible
or hearsay?

I have to spell this out
for you?

Carissa, she and Cassidy
were sleeping together.

She must've told him
everything.

I got to finish the job
on him.

Hold up.
By everything, you mean--

I sent her to Cragen.
Simple frame job.

She'd drug him,
get him in bed.

I'd come in,
snap some photos.

Bart, what did you do?

I killed her.

What?

I didn't mean to.

It was going great.
She was a champ.

She got naked,
scratched his back,

posed for the photos.

Then she starts crying,

saying how Cassidy told her
if I loved her,

I'd treat her with respect.

Can you believe that?

The guy's on my payroll.

Turns he's UC,

and he's screwing
my fiancee.

Bart, you don't know that.

Oh, yeah, I do.

'Cause then she tells me
she's in love with Cassidy,

and she's gonna leave me
for him.

I go crazy.

I go into the kitchen,
grab a knife.

I kind of had a--

what do you call it?

An OJ moment?

So that's why
you shot Cassidy.

So he wouldn't testify.

Yeah, that.
He pissed me off.

Querns taped the whole thing
on his cell phone.

Did Cassidy confirm it?

And admitted
that he and Carissa

have been having an affair
since Christmas eve.

Swears she never mentioned
anything

about killing the governor
or setting up Cragen.

And he didn't tell me
about the affair.

That son of a bitch jeopardized
a three-year investigation.

Well, like you said,
everyone has secrets.

So...

When do I get
to tell my captain

he's off the hook?

About that.

Um...

It's not as simple
as you'd think.

Thanks for everything, Liv.

Of course.

What is it?

Delia Wilson cut a deal
with the DA.

She walks in exchange
for her cooperation.

Against Ganzel?

Against you.

Delia had three of her girls
testify at a Grand Jury.

Foster's charging you
with solicitation,

assault, forced sodomy,

and use of a deadly weapon.

After yesterday's arrest

of self-proclaimed "Emperor
of pleasure" Bart Ganzel

for the murder
of escort Carissa Gibson,

the NYPD remains mired
in this corruption scandal,

with new charges being leveled

at beleaguered SVU Captain
Donald Cragen,

including solicitation
and six counts of forced sodomy,

use of a deadly weapon--

You wonder why I believe
in conspiracies?

Well, we're living in one.

How's Cragen?

His lawyer wants him
to plead no contest

to the solicitation.

They'll let him resign.

They'll give him his pension.

He's not taking the deal.

He's thinking about it.

Well, we can't let that
happen.

Look, Delia's jamming him up.
We go after Delia.

- Well, good luck. She's teflon.
- You got that right.

Turns out there's been three
undercover investigations

into Delia.

The first one, two months in,
the UC resigns,

moves down to Anguilla.

The second one,
the undercover got caught

sleeping with three
of her escorts.

The last one,
five years ago,

we talked to that UC.

18 months of wiretaps,

and the AG
crap-canned the case.

Said the evidence
wasn't strong enough to win.

Three ups, you're out.

Wait, hold up--and no one's
touched Delia since?

Yeah, I know all three
of those investigations.

Delia got
to the first two UCs,

turned them.

Yeah, and the third,
18 months of wiretaps,

a squeaky-clean UC,

and the AG declines
to prosecute?

The AG didn't have
the appetite

for a fight
he couldn't win.

Do you have any reason
to believe

that Delia got
to the Attorney General?

No, I don't.

Well, we know
that she owns someone.

Let's at least look into it.

Look into what?

Olivia...

You can't win them all.

We took down a major player
in sex trafficking.

And I made sure
that your captain can retire

with full benefits.

And a destroyed reputation.

He did hire those women.

He didn't have sex
with them.

You're taking the word
of prostitutes

over a 30-year,
respected cop.

With his share of demons.

I can't have an SVU captain
paying for escorts.

So Delia gets away
with murder?

Maggie Murphy? Anya Solar?
Iris Peterson?

We don't have a shred
of evidence

that ties Delia
to those crimes.

We can't even prove
they were crimes.

Maggie could have been
an overdose.

Iris, a suicide.
Anya, a car accident.

So go after them
for prostitution.

Go after her
like you did Ganzel.

That ship has sailed.

What does that mean?

I dropped those charges.

I granted her immunity
on them.

Confidentially, Delia is going
to be cooperating

with our office
on future cases.

She's turning over
her client list?

We're talking to her.

Okay, then.

I know I've disappointed you.

And I do feel sorry
for your captain.

For what it's worth, Olivia,
I tried.

I said no interruptions.

It's your daughter.
She fell.

Covertly investigating

the head of the Public Integrity
Unit's finances.

There's some irony there.

I'm half hoping I'm wrong.

- Sorry, Liv.
- Okay, Foster's salary,

and then there's the cost
of her daughter's treatment.

I mean, aside
from the home care,

she gets physical therapy,

experimental treatments,
and even after the insurance,

I found a $200,000-a-year gap.

Okay, so how does Foster make
her payments?

Not by check or credit card.

I checked the financials
of the therapist,

the in-home nurse.

Each makes
monthly cash deposits

between five and ten grand.

Okay, does Foster have
family money? Loans?

Does her daughter's father
kick in?

Father left
when Sarah was diagnosed.

One more thing, Liv.

Foster has a trust set up
for her daughter.

Five years ago,
she transferred it

to an offshore account...

in Anguilla.

Olivia.

Sarah's okay.

Yeah, we got lucky.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you...

about Delia.

We've been over this.

It's done. Let it go.

Yeah, but the thing is,
I... can't.

The care for Sarah, that, uh--
that can't be cheap.

Insurance covers most of it.

No, it doesn't.

Not by a long shot.

How is that your business?

The three-year investigation
into Ganzel,

framing my captain...

It's all about
protecting Delia.

Where is this coming from?

Anguilla. Where Exley hid
the trust fund

for your daughter.

The cash payments
for her physical therapy.

- You looked into my finances.
- We sure did.

Here we are, Paula.

You're finished.

How long?

Eight years.

Sarah was one.

She needed surgery.
My husband was gone.

Exley approached me,
and he offered to help.

He was on the board
of a charity.

He gave me a check.

And then he gave me
another one.

He didn't tell me
until later

that they could be traced
to Delia.

And in the beginning,
he didn't even ask any favors.

I was being paid
to look the other way

on things
I wasn't looking at anyway.

And then it changed.

Slowly.

"Will you run a background check
or DMV information?"

"Put in a good word

on a working girl's
plea bargain."

And then, once they knew
they had me,

the asks got bigger.

Delia saw Ganzel
as a threat,

asked me to keep tabs.

And even then,
I just thought

she was a businesswoman
protecting her turf.

I didn't know
what a monster she was.

Until Maggie,
until Anya and Iris.

You protected a murderer.
You let her walk.

You framed my captain.

Okay, by then,
she owned me.

She paid for you.
What did you expect?

You don't understand.

You don't understand
what it's like

to have a child
completely dependent on you.

Agonizing about her
every single day.

Terrified about what's
gonna happen to her

when you're gone.

You can't ever
understand that.

You're not a mother.

I'm sorry
about your daughter.

Are you?

Because if you take me down,
Sarah's got no one.

Did you think about that?

Look at her.

What do you think
is gonna happen to her?

Come on, Paula.
We're gonna go on a walk.

Why?

Because I have to arrest you.

And I don't want your daughter
to see that.

After the arrest of Upper
East Side madam Delia Wilson

on racketeering
and murder charges,

the city was stunned today
by the arrest

of the Attorney General
of the State of New York.

Charges included promoting
prostitution, solicitation,

and accepting bribes.

Arrested with him was
a who's who of city politics:

Three district attorneys,

the head of the DA's
Public Integrity Unit,

seven members
of NYPD's Vice Squad,

two state senators,
and two deputy mayors.

Delia's girls all made
a full confession,

recanted their accusations.

I got a handshake
from this week's DA.

Told you to stay positive,
huh?

When will you be
back at work?

Well, a lot of hoops.
Not right away.

And then when I do--
I beat the charges,

but the whispers won't stop.

Well, you're gonna make it
through it.

I mean, you know the drill.

Yeah... one day at a time.

Well, just hurry back,
Captain.

Harris won't stop
busting my chops

about how I dress.

He's right.

I heard David Haden turned in
his resignation.

He had nothing to do
with all of this.

Well, even so,
Foster reported to him.

He should've known.

I'm sorry.

Nick, I know
that you're still angry.

We should talk.

Okay. We'll do that.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

You're worried
about Foster's daughter.

You did what you had to do.

I know.

Go home, Detective.

I will.

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