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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.

Stop.

Why?

- Can't we go to your house?
- My parents are home.

I want my first time to be special.

What could be more special
than Central park?

The Four seasons.

What the hell?

Grab his leash!

What, boy, what's wrong?

- Nice timing, Marmaduke.
- He's really wound up.

I know how he feels.

Hey, mister!
Is this your dog?

Oh, my god.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?
Who did this to you?

I'll call 911.

Were you raped?

What'd she say?

Nothing.

When I asked if she was raped,
she nodded her head yes.

And you didn't see
who attacked her?

Just his back.

He was running away.

Okay, well, you two know you shouldn't
be in the park this late, right?

- Mahoney, give them a ride home?
- Sure thing.

Come on guys.

Three bags full, huh?

Yep. One's an ATM card
from the victim's pocket.

Name's Danielle Masoner.

Bank should be able to give us
her address. What else you got?

Receipt from cafe Gabriel,

which is probably where she got this.
A coffee cup.

It was on the concrete
a few feet from where she fell.

This is time-stamped at 9:18.
That's about an hour ago.

Probably the last stop she made.

Our outcry witness says she was raped.

No fluids.
But I'll run a kit.

She's pretty bruised up.
Put up a fight.

No scleral petechiae.

So we can rule out strangulation.

The kids who found her said
she was gasping for breath.

Some scratches, but no bruising
on her throat and no cervical damage.

- So no broken neck.
- Definitely.

Well, what do you think?

Woman goes for a walk
in the park with her dog.

Perp jumps out of
the bushes and attacks.

She has a coronary.

Literally scared to death.

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ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2006/11/28

Danielle's been modeling
since she was a kid.

She was the most beautiful woman
I ever saw.

Did she always walk the dog
alone at night?

No. She felt safe with Lucy.

I went with her
unless I was rehearsing.

- You're an actor?
- No.

I run a dance company
called Radialus.

I'm the artistic director
and choreographer.

I'm gonna need a recent photo of Dani.

Dani?

I'm the only one who called her that.

I'm sorry. Danielle.

Take your pick.

- Oh, Wes.
- We're so sorry.

Cops are here.

I'm detective Stabler.

Glenn Cheales, hi.

This is my wife Naomi.

I was at rehearsal with Wesley
when you called.

Are you a dancer also?

No, they're the artistic ones.
I'm just a computer nerd.

- So what happened?
- Right now, we don't know.

Our medical examiner seems to think
she might have had a heart attack.

There was no coronary damage.

Then what killed her?

I don't know.

Well, there's gotta be some explanation.

If she had a seizure disorder,
maybe sudden death in epilepsy?

Well, her husband said Danielle
was in perfect health.

I don't know. She was a model.
Could it be drugs?

No needle marks,
and the tox screen was clean.

- Rape kit?
- Negative.

Your witnesses must have
interrupted the perp.

Well, I'd like something to tell Wesley
Masoner about what killed his wife.

So would I, Elliot.
I'll keep at it.

So you working this alone?

Yeah.
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Where's detective Beck?

Uh, Dani went back to Warrants.

You getting another new partner?

They've run out.

Melinda...

could it have been an allergic
reaction to something she ate?

She was a model, Elliot.

The only thing in her stomach
was coffee.

That's me serving her last night.

Danielle ever come in with anyone?

Not that I noticed.

- Who's that?
- Local homeless guy.

Likes our coffee.
Loves our heat.

Seems to be eyeballing her pretty hard.

He ever bother her?

No, she usually bought him
a cup of coffee.

Think he had a little crush on her.

Really?

Some sleep and fresh eyes
would probably help.

Nah, I'm good.

You've watched that tape
a dozen times.

I just wanna make sure
I can ID him when I see him.

Where you planning to look?

Well, there's a...

homeless camp in a tunnel near the spot
where she was killed, so...

If you're gonna stake out Central park,
you take somebody along.

Well, you offering to be my partner?

I'm not your type.

I don't know. Maybe I'd
have better luck with a guy.

Women keep leaving me.

You may have another chance.

- Oh, Dani change her mind?
- No.

Olivia's back.

Central Park
Tuesday, October 31

Sir, I'm a police officer.

I'd like to talk to you a minute.
What's your name?

Put your hands on the cart, please.

Put your hands on the cart.

Do you have any sharp objects
or needles in your pockets?

What's the matter?
You're not gonna talk to me?

What's your name?

Is this how you pick your prey?

You beat up a guy who can't talk.

He has a severe case
of broca's aphasia.

- What's that?
- Speech disorder caused by a stroke.

Mr. Keener's memory and
cognitive function are intact.

But he can barely form words.

Well, if he can't speak,
how do you know his name?

Well, we've been treating him
here for two years.

What's he doing living in a tunnel?

He was a successful attorney.

He lost his job,
then his insurance,

and he's been homeless ever since.

After two years on the street,
he perceives everything as a threat.

Well, he attacked me.

The halidol calmed him down.

You can talk to him now.

How am I gonna interview him
if he can't speak?

Is that you next to Danielle?

No.

Is that a man or a wo...

Okay, that's a man.

Is that the man who hurt Danielle?

What color is his hair?

What color is his hair?
Is it black?

What's, I don't know what that is.
Is it red?

How about red?

Is it the color of my hair?
Is it brown?

Like that?

You here to give me a hand?

Well, Cragen called me.

After what you did last night,
I've been assigned to be your handler.

The guy pulled a knife on me.

Your hair.

Is it, is it the color,
is it like mine? Is it brown?

Shake, turn.

Salt? Salt-and-pepper?

His hair is salt-and-pepper.

Red?

That's okay.
We're getting somewhere.

Break. Break.

Broken arm.

Broken arm.

Coffee cup.

Coffee shop. Co...

coffee shop.

Okay, so the man that we're looking for
with the salt-and-pepper hair

and the broken arm
you saw in the coffee shop.

Cafe Gabrielle
926 Seventh Avenue
Wednesday, November 1

So why couldn't Dani cut it?

Couldn't deal with the victims.

But you liked working with her.

She didn't have to handle me.

How'd you like working alone?

I didn't.

Check out the guy who just came
through the door.

Looks like a bad break.

Yeah.
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How'd it happen?

- None of your business.
- Yeah, it is.

I would never hurt Danielle.
She's one of my closest friends.

How close?

Until a couple weeks ago,
I was living with her and Wes.

Why, you new in town?

No, no, no. Born and raised.

My boyfriend and I broke up.

He got, he got the co-op,
and, uh, Danielle just took me in.

Ah, so to thank her, you took her out
for a cup of coffee and a beating?

No, we met for coffee,

and out of nowhere,
she just had a seizure and collapsed.

Oh, so you just let her die
on the concrete?

No, no, I ran for help.

You're a liar.

There was only one
911 call that night.

Why you gotta be so rough?

Because you still got
one good arm left to break.

You know, my partner's got
a real anger management problem.

I thought he had it under control,
but apparently, I was wrong.

Well, trust me.
I've had a bad couple weeks here.

Seriously.
He will break your arm.

All right.

I wanted to help Danielle,
but I didn't know what to do.

I saw some kids
coming back with the dog.

I figured they'd call 911,
so I took off.

Why?

- I was a little paranoid.
- About what?

I might have had a small amount
of recreational drugs in my system.

You let your friend die
'cause you were high,

after this woman took you in
when you had no place to go?

It was motel hell.

You see what happened to my arm?

Her husband tossed me
down the stairs.

For no good reason, right?

I accused the bastard
of cheating on Danielle.

With who?

I don't know.

Well, then, how do you know
he was cheating?

I overheard them having phone sex.

Did you tell Danielle?

No.

Wes said he'd kill me
if I ever opened my mouth.

I mean, you see
what he did to my arm?

Did he ever threaten Danielle?

He told whoever he was on the phone
with that he'd be a free man soon.

I didn't think he'd kill her.

Radialus Dance Company
256 Spring Street
Wednesday, November 1

Hi, there.
Can I help you?

No, no, no!
Stop, stop, stop!

Awful, terrible, crap!

Erica, go back to Baltimore,

where nobody cares if you're two counts
behind and 20 pounds overweight.

Mr... / From the top.

Mr. Masoner.

Detective.

I'm surprised to see you
back at work after your loss.

Well, it's the only thing
that keeps my mind off Danielle.

Look, I'll be right with you.

Uh, we're just about to take
a five-minute break.

No, you're gonna take it now.
It's gonna be a lot longer.

We open next week.

Mr. Masoner, I'm sure you can make room
on your dance card for me.

I am not having an affair.

Not anymore.

You can only cheat on the living.

I didn't kill my wife.

And I never cheated on her.

Oh, her friend Steve says you did.

He's a pathological liar.

With a broken arm that you gave him.

When he caught you
cheating on Danielle.

He didn't catch me doing anything.
I caught him.

Doing what? / Lines of coke off
my glass coffee table.

So he just fell down
the stairs on his own?

He tripped down the stairs,
in every sense of the word.

Why does it come as no surprise that
you started this interview without me?

We were just consulting with Mr. Masoner
about his wife's death.

Hoping he'll solve it for you?

You can't even figure out
how she died.

We know it's a homicide.

Tarot cards?
Or did you call the psychic hotline?

- Are you through?
- Yeah. You got nothing.

My client lost his wife.

And you've lost your mind
if you think he had anything to do

with this senseless tragedy.

If you've built anything
resembling a case, give me a call.

In the meantime, give this
grieving husband time to mourn.

Well, that sucked.

Danquiss knows we have no evidence.

We need the mistress.

What's Masoner's alibi
for the time of the murder?

Said he was at rehearsal all night.

Well, let's check that
with members of the dance company.

I already met one of them.
Naomi Cheales.

Cheales' Residence
453 East 94th Street
Wednesday, November 1

Mr. and Mrs. Cheales.

Detective Stabler.
And this is, uh, detective Benson.

Got a few questions for you.

Come in.

That's a neat trick.

I built the system for keyless entry.

I keep an RFID chip in my wallet.

- How's it work?
- Radio frequency identification.

One of my husband's hobbies.

Ask him about his robot maid.

Pretty soon, I'll be spending
all day at the spa.

Honey, better get this stuff
in the kitchen. Ice cream.

- Yeah.
- Here, I'll help you.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Naomi's exaggerating.
It's not a robot.

It's just a voice-activated
vacuum cleaner.

You build gadgets, huh?

What's Wesley Masoner do for fun?

What do you mean?

Well, we keep hearing
about this affair of his.

Who told you that?

Okay, so you knew about it?

No.

Glenn, come on.
Danielle was your friend.

Just tell me the truth.

I feel like I'd be breaking
the guy code of silence.

You'd be breaking the law.
Obstruction of justice.

Was Wesley cheating on his wife?

Yes.
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No.

Every time I saw them,
he was like a love-struck schoolboy.

- Sounds like the perfect marriage.
- It was.

They were a great couple.

So there's no chance that Wesley
ever cheated on Danielle?

No.

He cheated on her all the time.

So there were other affairs.

Nothing like this one.

He said this one
was the love of his life.

And does this one have a name?

- Jen.
- Jen what?

- I don't know.
- Address, profession?

All I know is Jen.

So you get an affair,
I get a fairy tale.

Wonder what Dani would have said?

- Dani?
- The victim.

Danielle.

That's what. I just said that.

Something bothering you?

No.

Hey, here's the contact list for
the members of Masoner's dance company.

Any Jens or Jennifers?

Stage manager's name is
Geneva Dworkin.

I don't date guys.
And nobody ever calls me Gen.

What's your name?

Detective.

Was Wesley here
the night his wife died?

He's here every night.

He get any action on the side?

In the aisles, in the wings.
One time I saw him up in the catwalk.

He always date women
from this company?

Every season, there's a new
wide-eyed ingenue.

Yeah? Current one named Jen?

I don't know.

Either he's being more discreet,
or he's dancing solo.

Or he's dating someone
outside the company.

Stabler.

Do you remember if he took
a break that night?

Dinner break, from 8 to 9:30.
But he spent it in his office.

You sure about that?

Warner's got something for us.

Oh, so you're recycling old partners.

- Old?
- Welcome back, Liv.

- What's so important?
- Just cause of death.

Danielle's tox screen
came back positive.

You said it was clean.

For the standard drugs.

I ran a more comprehensive test.
She was poisoned.

With what?

A lethal dose of a chemical
called dieldrin.

It's banned in the U.S.

- Was it put in her coffee?
- No.

Wearing protective gloves,
he probably rubbed it on her skin.

Here.

I missed the dieldrin irritation
'cause it was covered by a bruise.

The poison causes bruising?

No, dieldrin induces violent seizures,

which could explain why your witness thought
Danielle was nodding yes to being raped.

And why her clothes got ripped up.

Can you tell when she was poisoned?

No more than 30 minutes
before she collapsed.

That's around the time
she got to the coffee shop.

Pause it.

She's rubbing something off her arm.
Dieldrin?

Poisoned just before she came in?

Syncs up with the time Wes was taking
that dinner break in the office.

So he snuck out,
put the poison on her,

and got back before he was missed.

Why not get a divorce?

'Cause there's no money in that.

Hey, Liv. I should've brought
some "welcome back" cupcakes.

I ran Danielle Masoner's financials.

You don't have to be Heidi Klum
to rake in the dough.

Danielle Masoner made a lot of money.

Paychecks from Vanguardienne, Duce.

These are top fashion magazines.
She was making over seven figures.

But Wesley Masoner's dance company
can't make payroll without a sugar mama.

Guess who that is?

Danielle Masoner.

She bankrolled her husband
for ten grand a month.

But her estate's worth
much more than that.

If she's gone, he gets it all.

That explains why my four exes
never made good on their threats.

There's nothing to inherit.

Well, except for your
Warren Commission memorabilia.

I'll call Novak, see if I can get
a warrant to toss the loft.

Wesley Masoner's Loft
368 West 55th Street
Wednesday, November 1

You won't find anything.

I'd never hurt my wife.

You mean you wouldn't throw her
down the stairs and break her arm.

You're smarter than that.

He's not smart enough
to get rid of these.

Got neoprene gloves.

And dieldrin.

That's not mine.
I've never seen that before.

Why are you harassing me?

Hello, my love.
Sorry I'm late.

My cab was...

Naomi.

Or should we call you Jen?

Wesley didn't kill Danielle.

You two were doing the mattress mambo.

- You're covering for him.
- He's not a murderer.

And you're not a liar.
Are you, Jen?

What's with the code name?

Wes only used it
when he was talking to my husband.

He, uh...

got off on telling Glenn
about our sex life.

I asked him to stop.

How considerate of you.

Who are you to judge?

You don't know
the first thing about me.

Well, I know that you've
been lying to us for three days.

About an affair, not a murder.

They're connected.

Your boyfriend's wife is dead.

I was with him in his office
when she died.

He couldn't have done it.

Well, then, there's only one
possible explanation.

That you and Wesley
killed her together.

Naomi didn't kill anyone.
Neither did I.

How many times do I have to say it?

Till you're blue in the face,
but you're still going to Attica.

I think I missed something.

How did you jump
from adultery to murder?

Same way your client did.

With the help of a poison
called dieldrin.

Vial under your sink.

You telling Naomi
you'd be a free man soon.

Damn it, I didn't mean it like that!

Enough, darling.

Let's step outside.

You got the dots,
but you can't connect them.

Sure I can.
I've got the poison.

You can't link the dieldrin and my client.
It's circumstantial.

Wife dead. Rare poison found
under husband's sink.

I'll take that kind of circumstantial
over three eyewitnesses any day.

Convenient, though, isn't it?

My client had never seen that vial
until detective Stabler discovered it.

- Are you saying I planted evidence?
- I'm not ruling it out.

You are a piece of work, counselor.

The dieldrin could have been
left there by the previous tenant.

The Masoners only moved
into that loft eight months ago.

Do juries always believe
these fairy tales you make up?

Like I'm Tinkerbelle.

It's a gigantic load of crap, Stella.
Even for you.

Do you know something I don't?

Did you find my client's fingerprints

on the vial or anywhere
near the crime scene?

Didn't think so.

Bottom line is,

you can't put Masoner anywhere
near Danielle at the time of her murder.

He was with his mistress.

Unsavory, unpleasant, but true.

Now that your gang's all here,

I'll let you get back to destroying
the integrity of our criminal justice system.

Man, I tell you, she leaves, the room
temperature goes up five degrees.

Naomi swears that she
and Wesley were together.

It's gonna be a tough alibi to break

if nobody saw them leave the theater.

We have to tie him to the dieldrin.

Warner said it's banned in the U.S.

Wesley take any recent
European vacations?

No, but why go overseas?

These days, you can buy anything
over the internet.

Let's see if uncle Sam's
been watching.

I love to see my tax dollars at work.

Department of Homeland Security
New York Field Office
Thursday, November 2

Homeland security keeps tabs
on illegal chemical sales worldwide.

They're cheap and dangerous as hell.

They're an attractive weapon
for terrorists.

- Have you ever heard of dieldrin?
- Pesticide.

Killed a few endangered species
and a farmer or two.

Been banned here since '87.

Well, is it easy to get domestically?

Not even for a pretty lady.

Out of production a long time.

But still available to bioweaponry
enthusiasts on the Asian black market.

Or on the internet.

Yeah, we recently busted
an outfit in Jakarta,

and we're moving in on two more.

One in Bangkok,
another in Kanagawa, Japan.

Can you cross-check our suspect
with their shipping records?

Anything for you.

- Name?
- Wesley Masoner.

He's not in the Jakarta records.

But we've got Muir databank access
for the other two.

Kanagawa's a hit.

Behind door number three
is one vial of dieldrin,

paid for by your man Masoner.

I'll print you a copy
of the shipping receipt.

It's Kathy.
Gotta take this.

Thank you for your help,
agent Hellerman.

Yeah, you bet.

So listen, uh,
I got a wild idea.

How about you and me...

Why don't you save
your energy to hunt terrorists?

Everything okay?

Dickey got suspended
for busting some kid's lip open.

Oh, look at you,
glowing with fatherly pride.

Just glad you and Kathy
are still talking.

- Do you have the shipping receipt?
- Yeah, right here.

Congratulations, Mr. Masoner.

Three weeks ago, you became the proud
owner of a 2-gram vial of dieldrin.

I never bought any dieldrin.

Oh, so you didn't use
your credit card to order it?

And you didn't sign for the delivery?

Well, somebody stole my credit card.

Forged my signature.

Okay, we call this
the icing on the cake.

I didn't do it!
What the hell is going on?

Don't say another word.

For once, your lawyer's right.
I don't need a confession.

I have enough evidence
to put this down clean.

We'll see.

Danquiss will push for man 2.

Yeah, right, using the Twinkie defense.

Probably extreme emotional disturbance.

You think the jury'll fall for it?

Not if you help me line up witnesses
who'll testify to what a creep Masoner is.

Well, that shouldn't be
too hard, huh?

Detectives, may I speak with you?

I'll be up in my office.

What's up?

Well, I know this might sound crazy
and, uh, a little paranoid.

But ever since Danielle was killed,
I don't know, I...

Glenn, what's wrong?

My wife didn't come home last night.

You think something
might've happened to her?

She didn't call you?

- You know where she is?
- She's here.

Why?

You need to talk to her.

Good call.

I figured she'd be more likely
to talk if he confronted her.

How could you do this to me?

I felt smothered.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I tried.

You wouldn't listen.

- I love you.
- You don't love me.

You, you want to control me.
They're not the same thing.

You're surrounded by artists.
Talented people.

I've always asked myself...

Why did you choose me?

'Cause I loved you.

But you never believed it.

I just couldn't take your insecurities.
They pushed me away.

To who?

To Wes?

To your boss?

What, were you gonna sleep
your way to stardom?

- I'm sorry.
- Did you screw him in our home?

No. / In our bed?

No, I would never do that.

Just shut up!

I don't wanna hear it!

Glenn.
Glenn, wait!

- What a mess.
- Naomi, look.

What you did is not
the worst thing in the world.

Things happen. People fall in and
out of love all the time.

I thought Wes would help me.

He said I could dance two leads.
Every season.

I feel terrible.

I didn't want Glenn to find out like this.

Naomi, are you okay?

I...

You okay?

Whoa.

This is detective Olivia Benson.

She's not breathing.

I need a bus
at Manhattan SVU right away.

Here you go.

Oh, I don't drink soda anymore.

Any other major changes
you wanna let me in on?

Well, you're the one who traded in
your suits for jeans.

- Maybe you should tell me.
- I'm just trying to stay comfortable.

So what do you think?
Wesley poison her?

Well, she's got the same
symptoms as Danielle.

Detectives, we have
stabilized Mrs. Cheales,

but her condition may worsen.

She was poisoned, right?

No. She had alpha-1
antitrypsin deficiency.

It's a genetic condition
that slowly eats away at the liver.

She's been ill for some time.

Is that why she collapsed today?

No, her blood pressure plummeted
due to an infection in her shoulder.

- From what?
- An un-sterile injection.

What kind of doctor would do that?

Yeah, good question.

I excised this from her shoulder.

I don't know what it is.

Uh, that's an RFID chip.

And I think we know
who put it there.

Naomi doesn't.
I asked her.

So whoever did this to her
must've injected it

while she was unconscious.

High-tech way of keeping tabs
on your cheating wife.

Guy invented a ho-jack.

If Glenn's been tracking Naomi,
he's known about the affair for a while.

Computer geek like Glenn

can probably get his hands on dieldrin.

Glenn framed his wife's
lover for murder.

If you don't install
the service pack on the cluster,

you leave the network vulnerable
to a back-orifice attack.

That must hurt.

Hello, detectives.

You don't look surprised to see us.

Please don't make a scene.
I work here.

Not for long. Glenn Cheales,
you're under arrest.

I didn't kill Danielle Masoner.

Oh, we'll get to that.
We're here about your wife.

What the hell are you talking about?

Why would you implant an RFID chip
in your wife's shoulder?

I was keeping tabs on her.

Keeping tabs on her?
She's a human being.

You're aware of that, huh?
Not a pet?

She was cheating on me.

That doesn't give you
the right to tag her.

RFID is the wave of the future.

I'm just ahead of the curve.

In 15 years, everyone will be
implanted with a chip.

Really?

Where do I sign to opt out of that?

The backwards attitude
of a typical luddite.

You're not even capable
of understanding this technology.

It's simple.

This is an RFID chip reader.

Glenn installed it in a lock mechanism.

Yeah, he said it was for keyless entry.

Well, it can also be used
to record come and go times

if somebody's wearing a chip.

Or has one implanted.

This reader's only part of the puzzle.

So what are the other pieces?

Two more chip readers.

I pulled this one from the door
at Wesley Masoner's loft

and this last one from
the entrance to the dance theater.

- Checkpoints.
- Exactly.

Each of these kept a record
of each time Naomi went through a door.

He had her coming and going.

So how did Glenn get
the information from the readers?

Wireless uploader for travel data
on any computer or PDA.

This is Glenn's hand-held.

He uploaded her travel data
and analyzed her movements.

He knew exactly
when she was with Wes.

Technology's made it
easier than ever to spy on anyone.

Family members, even strangers.

Not everyone's a snoop, Munch.

Do you use spyware
to monitor your kids,

do you?

There's no way my kids surf the net
if I don't know where they're going.

Yeah, you call it concerned parent.
I call it Big Brother.

Glenn Cheales is not
a concerned parent.

He's a killer who tracks
his wife like cattle.

And now we have to link him
to Danielle Masoner's death.

You can't prove anything.

We can't prove you killed
Danielle Masoner, huh?

It's all adding up, Glenn.

We've got the RFID chip
from Naomi's shoulder.

You know, I smell another murder charge.

What do you mean?

See, here's the problem
with these techie types.

They sing the praises of new technology,

yet they have not a clue
what it really costs.

Would you two just tell me
what you're talking about?

Hey, what are you doing?

- Let's go.
- Where?

Field trip.

Mercy General Hospital
365 West 32nd Street
Friday, November 3

There's your RFID chip.
Your wave of the future in action.

- You didn't tell me she was sick.
- It's your fault.

You wanna play with needles?

You should learn to sterilize them.

- What's wrong with her?
- She's septic.

Infection in the bloodstream.

- Let me see her.
- No, first you come clean.

You don't understand.
She has a liver condition.

We know all about it.

Start talking.

I'll tell you everything.

Just let me see her.

I've gotta make her
understand why I did it.

Please.

How long has this chip been
in my shoulder?

Three weeks.

One night, before bed,
I drugged your tea.

I never meant to hurt you.

Why did you do this?

I thought you were cheating on me.

I was right.

Do you feel better?

I was afraid I was gonna lose you.

I've never loved anyone
as much as I love you.

Oh, god, you're so obsessed.
You killed Danielle.

- You don't understand.
- No, I do.

You killed her to frame Wesley.
And now you've killed me, too.

Naomi, please.

I love you.

Naomi?

Code blue to 3 west,
code blue to 3 west, stat.

We need a doctor in here now!

What's happening?

She's coding.

- Save her.
- Come on, Glenn.

She's in shock.

I can't get a pulse.

Don't let her die!

Glenn, while Naomi's still alive,
you're looking at assault.

You'd better talk now,
or you're facing double homicide.

Now, if you don't confess,

there's nothing that we can do
to help you.

- She's asystolic.
- Open the line.

I got it.
I'm wide open.

I'm gonna need another IV setup here.

Wes took the love of my life,
so I took his.

- Charges over transport.
- I'll get it to monitor two.

I killed Danielle.

Crank up the oxygen, FITR at 100.

Let's go.
Come on, come on, come on!

We gotta get her to ICU.
Let's go.

Where are they taking her?
I've gotta go with her.

First you tell us what happened
the night you killed Danielle.

I followed her.

Pretended to run into her by accident.

Then I spilled some
of the chemical onto her arm.

Put it under Wes's sink.

The next morning,
after I met you.

Just tell me Naomi's gonna be okay.

Glenn Cheales, you're under arrest
for the murder of Danielle Masoner.

Get the hell outta here.

Your captain told me you'd be here.

I came to say, uh,

thanks for bagging the right guy.

And screw you for
putting me through hell.

Hi, Glenn.

- Did you try to kill Naomi, too, huh?
- Get him outta here!

We can't have him leave the hospital.
Come on.

Enough, enough.

- He's a murderer!
- Get outta here!

Get out of here.

What the hell were you thinking?

I don't follow you.

Your procedure. You took a suspect
to the hospital to visit his wife?

Well, it worked, didn't it?
I got a confession.

Which may be thrown out
due to your coercive tactics.

Oh, no, wait a minute.
This isn't charm school, Casey.

We were leaning on a killer.

You did more than lean.

Glenn Cheales is in central booking,
beat to hell.

- Elliot broke it up.
- He took his time.

That is sloppy, reckless work.
What, what's the deal?

You rusty?
Is this your first case back?

- Hey, Casey, you're out of line.
- And what's your excuse?

Are you done with
the character assassination?

That depends. You finished flushing
my case down the toilet?

Naomi's doctor just called.

Her liver failed.

How much time does she have?

Without a transplant, 48 hours.

Is there any chance of a donor?

Only if we let a killer out of jail.

Her husband's a match.
They were tested years ago.

- He can donate a lobe of his liver.
- No, he can't.

Why not?

Because he copped a murder,
and you placed him under arrest.

He's no longer eligible to donate.

But he would have been if you
hadn't gotten him to confess.

So how do we make this right?

You can't.

Not without a special dispensation
from the corrections commissioner.

City of New York Department of Correction
Office of Tom Sablone
Friday, November 3

You want me to cut this guy loose
so a doc can cut him open?

Absolutely not.

This woman is going to die.

And the guy responsible's in my custody.

Cheales isn't going anywhere.

But we're talking
about a trip to the hospital.

Not to club med.

Cheales is a murderer.

Right. You wanna be one too?

Your actions determine
whether a woman lives or dies.

There's no way in hell that I can
let him out to donate an organ.

He's a flight risk.

Look, the guy's trying
to save his wife.

Inmate in Kentucky wanted to donate
his kidney to his dying son.

Minute he got to the hospital, he ran.

Cheales will be under constant guard.

Not with my men.

I don't have the manpower,
and I don't have the bucks.

Look, we will take full responsibility
for transporting him and guarding him.

That's very generous,
but it doesn't matter.

I allow this,

tomorrow I'm drowning in requests
from every prisoner in this system

to be let out so they
can donate their organs.

Naomi Cheales is an innocent woman
with 48 hours to live.

You have the power to save her.

Heard your surgery went okay.

Doc says she has a good chance.

I can do my time,
knowing Naomi's gonna be alive.

Thank you.

I love you.

How you feeling?

Tired.

Are those from Wes?

My mom.

Wes hasn't even called.

Take care of yourself.

Detectives.

Tell Glenn I said thanks.

Love's a bitch.

Tell me about it.

You know, we've been partners
all these years.
I don't even know your blood type.

- A-positive.
- How about that? Me, too.

I'd give you a kidney.

Not if I gave you mine first.

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