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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.

- If push comes to shove, I'm
never going to lie for you.

- No one's asking you to.

- I left my phone on
when Detective Velasco

was talking to that recruiter.

- Why would you do that?

- You'll see when
you listen to it.

- I'm really
impressed with Bruno.

And I was thinking now
that Rollins is gone,

we could use another body.

- Duarte can seem
a little unpredictable.

I've never seen him
waver about BX9, though.

He's a good cop.

- I know how much you
respected Captain Duarte.

- And that's why
you killed him?

- He wanted to take away
everything I built.

Couldn't allow that to happen.

- Emma, come on.
Keep up, silly.

- I'm trying, but
it's just...it's not that easy

in this embarrassing
ski jacket you made me wear.

- I didn't want you
to get cold.

I know how you get.

- At least there's nobody
here to witness this.

- You look like a
fruit-flavored soup dumpling,

you know that?
- [giggles] Stop!

- All right, all right.
Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.
- Oh...

- I got you, I got you.
- Okay.

- Okay. This is the place.

- What place?

- The place.

- Can we go home now?
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This is going to be
special, I promise.

Okay.
All right.

Look up.

- Can you pull my
hood down, please?

- Yes, yes.
Sorry about that.

Well, this is our city.

You know, we never would
have met without it.

You'd still be in Boulder,
hooking up with that DJ.

- MC Havoc.

- And me?

I would have been...

- Head coder at a banking app?

- Correct.

You've taught me the
most important lesson

of my life this past year.

- Yeah?
What's that?

- Sometimes things
just work out.

[soft music]

♪

- Oh!

- Emma, will you?

- Oh, hell yeah!

[laughing]

Oh, what if I lose it?

- Don't worry,
I got it insured.

No deductible.

- Why does that sound so hot?

I'd give anything to tell Mia.

- I wish I could
have met your sister.

- I don't even have
a maid of honor.

- Let's just enjoy the moment.

[tires screeching,
crunching, shattering]

Emma?

Emma?

Are you okay?

I'm gonna get you out
of here, all right?

Emma.
[Emma groans]

Stay with me.
All right.

Stay with me, okay?
[siren wailing]

Oh, thank God.
- [moaning]

Hey!

- Hey, man.
Help me out here.

My door's busted.

[dark music]

♪

- Sit tight.

- What?
What the hell?

- Hey, hey.
Take her first, please.

Please.
I think she's really hurt.

- I'll take care of her.

- [moaning]
- Hey.

Hey, dude.
What are you doing?

Can't you see she's hurt?

[grunting]

No!
Hey!

[pounding]

No!

[dark music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- That thing steal
your girlfriend?

- No, I don't
have a girlfriend.

This machine just ate
another 2 bucks.

- What'd you want?

- Cashews.

- I got you, boo.

- You know, you shouldn't
let Benson see you do that.

- Who do you think
taught me how to do it?

- Yo, cowgirl.

You okay?

- Yeah, why?

- No, it's just...
you know, it was, uh,

Duarte's funeral yesterday,

and I didn't see you
shed a tear.

- Do you want to
see me cry, Velasco?

- No.

I'm just saying if
you do, it's okay.

- Why?

So you can hold me?

- [sighs]

You know what you are?
You're a walking red flag.

- Well, you're a whole
bundle of red flags

sewn into the shape
of a person.

- Bruno wants to
ride with us today?

- You don't remember?

We kind of had a whole
conversation about this.

- The night that Duarte
was murdered, Fin?

Really?
You expect me to remember that?

- We need more bodies.
The guy's done with the Bronx.

He wants to see if
Manhattan's a good fit.

- Okay.

So you want to
keep a stray puppy.

- You got to keep one.

- Fine.

But you call McGrath.

You know, and by ride
with us, you mean

that he wants to audition us.

Exactly.

- Look who finally made it
south of the Harlem River.

- Let's hope he doesn't
break out in a rash.

- Hey, I heard this
was a functional SVU.

- That depends.

Are we talking
people or procedures?

- Very funny.

I talked to Benson.

- Is she good with this?
I mean, just as a trial period?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Well, where do I sit for now?

- Uh, I would not sit there.

- Detective Bruno.

I see you've made
yourself comfortable.

- I'm just, uh,
you know, getting

a feel for how you roll.
- Yeah.

Well, if you wanna
sit there, uh,

you're going to
have to earn it.

- That was Mercy.

Car accident vic
just disclosed a rape.

- Okay.
Bruno, you're with me.

[heavy music]

♪

- So from what I gather,

that was
your friend Rollins' old desk?

- Oh, how did you gather that?

- 20 minutes dead silence,
rush hour traffic...

pretty good tip-off.

- You're quite a
detective, aren't you?

- Captain Benson.
- Doctor.

- Who's this?

- Her candy striper.

- What can you tell us
about the victim?

- Uh, Emma Dunn, 25.

In a car accident
with her fiancé.

- She reported an assault?
- Her fiancé did.

She doesn't remember it,
but he claims he saw her

getting raped by the EMT.

- The EMT?
- Yeah.

- Okay.

Can we question this EMT?

- You could
if I knew who he was.

- How did she get here?

- They were both brought in
by a patrol officer.

Excuse me.

- Wow.

All right.
Uh, divide and conquer,

or do you need me
to hold your hand?

- I think I got it.

- Is Josh gonna be
all right?

- He has a concussion
and a broken leg,

but the doctor says
he's going to heal.

- He kept crying.

He said, "I'm sorry
I didn't save you."

He never cries.
- This is not his fault, Emma.

And it's not yours, either.

Can you tell me what happened?

- Josh told me I was raped.

- But you don't remember it?

- The crash messed me up.

- So how about, um, we start
with what you do remember?

- Josh and I were by
the Brooklyn Bridge.

He asked me to marry him.

- Congratulations.

- Where's my ring?

- Um, well...

let me ask the doctor.

Maybe they removed it
on intake. Okay.

- This was supposed to be
the happiest night of my life.

- One of many.

It sounds like
you and your fiancé

love each other very much.

You'll get through this.

And you already survived.

- Okay.

Why don't you tell me
about this EMT?

- I-I don't know anything.

- Who called the ambulance?
- No one.

- He just showed up?

- He must have seen the crash.

- Anybody else with him?

- No, he was the only one.

I thought they worked in teams.

- Usually, they do.

Anything else you can remember?

- Him pulling Emma
into the ambulance.

So I got out of the car,
and I crawled over.

He had cut her clothes off.

- It's okay.

Take your time.

- He had her legs up...
over his shoulder.

[crying]
I couldn't stop it.

I-I couldn't do anything.

- Can you tell me
what he looked like?

Was he white, Black?

His build, anything?

How about his face?

- While he was raping Emma,

he turned around
and looked right at me.

Seemed like he liked it...

that I was helpless.

What's wrong with people?

- I'm convinced
the world peaked in 1999.

That whole Y2K thing...

the world ended, all right.

It's just taking
the scenic route.

- No one at the hospital
could ID this EMT,

and the patrol officers
who picked up Josh

didn't see an ambulance.

- No hits on the ambulance?

- I got something
on the traffic cams.

- Late winter night, deserted
intersection, no witnesses.

- Couldn't ID the bus
or its driver,

but I got the plate
of the other vehicle.

- Find out why this kid
didn't call the cops.

- Copy that.

[dramatic chords]

- Our traffic cams show him
entering the intersection

on a red light.

- It was green.
- Can you replay the footage?

- It's not going to
change a thing, but sure.

- Look at the time code.

These lights
are all calibrated.

This obviously wasn't.

So I have a suit
against the city.

Not to mention the one
for malpractice.

- Against who?
- Against whatever hospital

sent that ambulance.

The driver left my son
bleeding on the road

in a dangerous neighborhood.

- Chelsea?

- You want me to
subpoena you, too?

- Okay. Just...

What can you tell us
about the ambulance driver?

- Other than the fact
that he was incompetent?

I mean...
- Okay, Robbie.

That's enough.

- You should tell your son
to seek better counsel.

- Better than me?

He'd be hard-pressed
to find it.

- Hmm.

Okay.

Can you explain this?

- Those are pictures of
your son on a bar crawl

last night--
all over social media.

- That doesn't prove anything.

Unless you're gonna
hop into a time machine,

make him take a breathalyzer?
- No.

But the judge is not
going to like it.

Especially in light of
his three previous DUIs.

[clears throat]
- What do you want?

- We gotta ID this EMT.

Think you can do that?

- Is that going to
screw up the lawsuit?

- Just might help us find
this negligent prick.

Go ahead.

- I took a photo of
his license plate.

[dramatic music]

♪

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- So I traced the license plate
of the ambo and I got a hit.

- Yeah, but it's
not going to help.

- Why not?

- It was stolen off a Toyota
in Canarsie last year.

- Toyota owner report it?
- The next day.

- So he likely has no idea
where the plate wound up.

- Zoom in on that photo
that affluenza kid took.

Guy tried to hide it, but look.
Faded vehicle numbers.

- He peeled
the vinyl stickers off.

- Which means probably
he either stole it

or bought it at auction.
- Okay.

So call around and find out
if any bus with the same make

and model has been sold at an
auction in the last few years.

- Well, my gobs are smacked
and my ghasts are flabbered.

- Are you having
a stroke or something?

- No.

But it's been
a long time since I've

been in a room full of
cops working a non-DOJ case

in a timely, efficient manner.

- Well, welcome to Manhattan.

- Yeah, we get it done, son.

[dramatic musical sting]

- Hey.

We're looking for a guy
named George Kalazakis.

- Well, who's asking?

- Well, didn't
want to go there.

But we have probable cause
he's involved in a rape.

- George?

He'd never need
to rape anybody.

He's happily married.

- Well, unfortunately,
marriage isn't always

a barrier for sexual assault.

- In case you haven't
noticed, human beings

are little more than
homicidal monkeys

with zero respect for this
planet or each other.

- Hey, Georgie.

Georgie, over here.

Some folks from the NYPD
want to talk to you.

- Captain Benson,
and this is Detective Bruno.

- We just have some
questions for you.

- Yeah? What about?

- We'd like you to come
down to the precinct.

- What, am I under arrest?

- No, but you could be.

- So we can cuff you here,
in front of your coworkers,

or you can come with us.

Good choice.

- It could be him.

But then again, maybe not.

- Well, I'd prefer it
if you were 100% sure.

- I can't remember his face.

- So nothing?

- That night's all a big blur.

I-I can't even
remember my engagement.

- So that's why you came here.

- Have you talked to Josh?

- He hasn't returned our calls.

- Mine neither.

- Why do you think that is?

- He's never been through
anything like this.

- And you have?

- Not like this, but...

when my twin sister Mia
died last year, I...

I hit rock bottom.

- And you refuse
to let whoever did this

hurt you more than that.

- Do you think Josh is going
to call off our engagement

because I was raped?

- Only Josh can answer that.

But I'll tell you this.
If he does...

he wasn't the right partner
for you in the first place.

- They all kind of look alike.
- All right.

Just take all
the time you need.

- All right.

- All right, what?

- [sighs]
I think I know who it is.

- You going to tell me, or...

- What difference does it make?

- If you pick the guy, then
we can formally arrest him.

Then he goes to court,
then jail time.

- If I would have just
delayed our engagement

by five minutes, I would have
got to that intersection

five minutes later.

- And what, none of this
would have happened?

- It would have
changed everything.

- Look, I took the fire
test and the cop test

within a week of each other
when I was your age.

- So?

- So you want to
know why I'm a cop?

My dirty little secret.

It's because the police
department called me first.

- What-what's your point?

- I am here now.
And so are you.

What, you think either
our lives would be different,

huh, if we took
a right instead of a left?

It's all the same amount
of crappy and good.

- I didn't protect her.

- But you can do something now.

Be there for her.

She needs you.

♪

- That's him.

That's the son of a bitch,
right there.

.

- So Bruno says the fiancé ID'd

the Greek used car salesman
as the EMT.

- So we have the who.
Not sure on the why.

- He's a rapist.

Rapists rape.

- With a used ambulance?

It's kind of an elaborate
plan, don't you think?

Was he just sitting around,
waiting for accidents?

- This is New York City
in the winter.

There's car accidents
every 12 seconds.

I don't know.
Maybe he had a scanner.

He shows up at the crash
before the real EMTs.

- Maybe.

- What?
What are you thinking?

- I just think the couple
was at the wrong place

at the wrong time.

- Like Duarte?

- Had he not gone to that
bodega to buy cigarettes...

I mean, the guy quit
smoking six months ago.

I don't know why he picked
that night to start again.

- You're trying to make
sense of things that don't--

- It doesn't matter.
The guy was a stupid prick.

- You're mad at him for dying.
That's good.

Any emotion
is better than none.

Duarte had
a target on his back.

- So that was his fate?

- He made a choice.

To go smoke,
to go after Oscar Papa.

Those five guys with machetes,
that was the result of that.

I don't think that was fate.

I think that was destiny.

[heavy music]

- Yeah.

- I didn't rape anyone.

- The rapist matches
your description.

- He was driving
the surplus ambulance

you purchased with
your dealer's license

at an auction in Pennsylvania.

- We told you, that dealer's
license was stolen a year ago.

- And he didn't report it
to the police?

- I didn't want the hassle.

I told you,
I just got another one.

- This is ridiculous.

My client doesn't
own an ambulance,

nor is he impersonating an EMT.

- Then why can't he corroborate
his whereabouts that night?

- Because I can't.

- That's your defense?

You gonna use that
in front of a jury?

That's about as useful as
the two pieces of celery

they put on the plate
with the buffalo wings.

- Just tell them.

- Can't.

It's personal.

- [laughs]
You know what's personal?

Making license plates
in Green Haven,

instead of slapping
them on the back of cars

driving off your lot.

- The fiancé made
a positive ID?

- He's picked him
out of a six-pack.

- That's a good start.

We're going to have to bring
him in for a proper lineup,

though.
What about the victim?

- Uh, she doesn't
remember the assault.

So we're waiting for DNA.
- Okay.

Did you find the ambulance?

- The search of
his garage at home

turned up an old box
of "Playboys"

and an unused fondue set.

- Ah, another crime.

- So we're running
his financials,

cell phone records, the usual.

- But no priors.

And if he's got a real alibi,
he's not giving it up.

- Maybe his wife will,
when Muncy and Velasco

tell her why her husband
is in an interrogation room.

- Some woman's
accusing George of rape?

That's not possible.

- We understand why you would
say that, Mrs. Kalazakis,

but we have
a credible allegation.

- No, you don't get it.
That's just not possible.

- Okay, well, can you tell
us where your husband

was the other night?
- Yes.

I had my brother following him.

George was out with his fling.

- Your husband's
cheating on you?

- I have the
pictures to prove it.

Time stamped and everything.

- Your brother's
a hell of a PI.

- We're Greek.
We stick together.

George is a handsome man.

He has a lot of opportunity.

Look, I don't mind
that he does it.

I just don't want
to be lied to.

- Neither do we.

- You have a name for
the woman?

- So still no ID on
this mysterious woman

with Kalazakis the
night of Emma's rape?

- Uh, the wife doesn't know.

And it doesn't matter, because
the DNA is not a match.

Kalazakis is not our rapist.

- So we're looking
for somebody who

stole Kalazakis's
dealer's license,

and then bought
a used ambulance?

What is the connection here?

- And why did that
kid Josh ID him?

- He was feeling pretty
useless at the moment.

I think he just wanted
to do something.

- Please tell me you did
not coax an ID out of him.

- I am sure that
Detective Bruno

wouldn't make that mistake.

- This ain't the Bronx.

- Well, either way, we gotta
cut Kalazakis loose.

- You weren't in the room.
The air had a certain funk.

- A funk?
- Yeah, it malingered.

- Now that you mention it,
the air did

have a certain mildew-y smell.

- Like when someone's
lying to you.

- Guys, he's a
used car salesman.

If he's breathing, he's lying.

- It's your call, Captain.
We can take another go at him.

- I don't care if you
smell dirty tube socks.

You don't have any evidence
tying him to the assault.

- I'm not doubting your nose,
Detective Bruno.

But whatever lies
you picked up on,

they're now between
him and his wife.

- I'm gonna head out.

You want to get a beer?

- No.

- You know, working
a case with no leads

is not going to help you forget
the fact that your old boss

was murdered.

- It's kind of hard
to forget, Velasco,

because you keep reminding me
every five goddamn seconds.

- Whoa. Are you gonna hulk
out on me now?

- Yeah, if you keep pushing me.
- All right, look.

It's none of my business.

But maybe you cover
everything with anger

because you don't
want to deal with how

deep the sadness goes.

- One beer.

[phone rings]

- No, no.
Let it go.

We're off shift.
Come on.

- SVU.

What corner?

- How did this happen?

- Some type of signal failure.

- What do you mean?

- Well, the light turned
green while the other vehicle

was in the intersection.

The woman swerved to avoid it,
and hit the guy on the bike.

- I'm starting to think
someone's deliberately

causing these crashes.

- How is that even possible?
- Captain!

Captain, over here.

- My God.

- Car accident vic.

- Hi.

Can you tell me what happened?

- The ambulance driver
was right there.

I thought he was
going to help me.

But he raped me.

[breathing shakily]

.

- Look at Emma Dunn
compared to Danielle Thomas.

- Oh, they look alike.
- Yeah.

- You think we're looking
at a pattern rapist?

- Uh, I thought so at first.

- Any other intersection
between the two vics?

- No.
One's engaged, one's divorced.

Work in two different fields,
live in two

different parts of the city.
- Okay.

Well, what about friends?

Could they have gone
to the same school?

- No.

- Maybe this guy
staged car accidents,

targeting similar-looking,
dark-haired, dark-eyed women?

- Or, sad to say, maybe
it's just completely random.

Like most things in life.

- Well, that's
a depressing thought.

- I was rushing home
to pick up my kids.

My ex and I share custody.

He hates when I'm late.

But the light had
just turned green...

- The accident
was not your fault.

- That kid on the bicycle
I hit, he going to make it?

- Yeah, he will.

Let's worry about you
right now, Danielle, okay?

Tell us about the EMT.

- He appeared out of
nowhere, right at my window.

He dragged me out of my car,
into his ambulance.

- So you told us that
he assaulted you.

Do you remember any details?

- He cut off my pants.

Next thing I know,
he's inside me, my legs up.

It was so surreal.

- Can you describe him?

His race, his build,
anything at all?

- Uh, white.

Tall.

He kept telling me
to calm down.

- Yeah, like that works.

- I kind of went
into fight or flight.

Kicked him off, got away.

As far as I know,
he didn't finish.

- Well, that's still a rape.

Look, we'd like to do a
rape kit and check for DNA.

- Yeah.

What kind of sicko
rapes a woman

at the scene of an accident?

- He targets the vulnerable,
like every other predator

on this planet.

I'm so sorry.

- I know drivers in
this city hate cyclists.

- What, you think she
ran into you on purpose?

- I had the light.

She just plowed into
the intersection and hit me.

- How long was the light green?

- Seemed like forever.

- That's because it was.

- You remember an
ambulance in the vicinity?

- Vicinity?

- In the area.

- There was one
parked up the block.

I remember because he was
blocking the bike lane,

and that always pisses me off.

- You know there's
a fix for that, right?

- What?
- A MetroCard.

- [scoffs]

- Thanks, man.

- Thanks.
We're on our way.

Okay.

Velasco pulled traffic cams
from the intersection.

Speaking of which,
you two are close, right?

- Yeah.

- How well do you
think you know him?

- From what I can
piece together

between his grunts
and his one-word answers,

I'd say pretty well.

- Sometimes...
sometimes we think

we know someone, but we don't.

You know Officer Churlish,
up in the Bronx?

- Yeah, the White Shield?
- Yeah.

So she gave me something that
I would like you to listen to.

And you were honest
with me about Duarte,

and I trust that if
you hear anything

that's worth mentioning,
that you'll

bring it to my attention.

- Yes.
Of course, Captain.

- Great.

- So the lights on both
sides of the intersection

were green at the same time.

And then boom, he launches
a kid off his bike.

- So what are we
looking at, some sort

of traffic light malfunction?

- At both accidents
where a woman was raped?

This guy's somehow causing it.

- Well, I don't
see an ambulance

anywhere around the scene.

- Because the device works
from 1,500 feet away.

- An InfraPass?

- The device that emergency
vehicles use to turn

the red lights to green?

They don't cause accidents.

- Yeah. This guy must have
tampered with the electronics.

I do have someone we could ask.

- Oh.

I guess you were right.

- About what?

- Maybe we could
use you around here.

- Hi.

- Captain Benson, my ex, Rose.

- Thank you for meeting us.
- Of course.

You're looking for a hacked
version of an InfraPass.

Like a remote control
for traffic lights.

- Wow. I take it this is
the play button?

Wow.

Uh, that will cut
down on your commutes.

- Used normally.

But your perp must have
messed with the transmitters

to keep both lights
green at the same time.

- Deliberately
causing an accident.

I mean, how do you even
get your hands on one

of these in the first place?

- If you're
mechanically inclined,

you can build a custom one
from simple parts found

at any electronics store.

- Be a hell of a lot easier to
buy one on eBay and tweak it.

- So no help tracking our guy.

- Fire department
keeps a close eye on them.

I'll check and see if
any have gone missing.

- Oh, we'd appreciate that.

- Thanks, Rose.

- Yeah. Sorry I didn't get
back to you last week.

- After the way I messed things
up, I wouldn't have either.

- Wild guess--you
drunk-dialed your ex-wife?

- Worse.
I wasn't drunk at all.

She's still using my
last name, though.

So maybe there's hope.

- Maybe.

Sometimes, though, it's
just hard to make a U-turn.

Benson.

Where?

♪

What the hell are
we looking at?

- Multiple fatalities.
Our guy fled the scene.

- On foot?

- Well, he tried
to assault a woman.

She zapped him with a stun gun.

Then her husband and another
couple of good Samaritans

chased him off.

- Well, he couldn't
have gotten far.

- Unis are flooding
the neighborhood.

We'll catch him.
- Good.

Because now this guy
is also a murderer.

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♪

.

- I was crossing into
the intersection.

I-I had the green light.

- Nobody's blaming you.

- A second later, a car
pulled in front of me.

I slammed the brakes.

- Did you see anyone
run from the scene?

- Uh, like who?

- Like a guy dressed
like an ambulance driver.

- No. It was hell,
and these girls all screaming.

- It was crazy.

Everybody got out of
their cars yelling,

looking for someone to blame.
- For the crash?

- It was like mob mentality.

An EMT pulls up, just
trying to help some woman.

- Help her, how?

- He was trying to get her
into his ambulance.

She started freaking out,
and her husband and a couple

of guys started chasing him.

And they all went that way.

- I thought he was a real EMT.

He cut me out of my
seat belt, like...

like he knew what he was doing.

- And then what happened?

- He started dragging me up
the street to his ambulance.

He grabbed my breast,
tried to cut my clothes off.

I tased him.

I-I'm not sure they're legal.

- Listen, you saved yourself.
So good for you, okay?

You're going to be okay.
- Liv.

- You're going to be okay.

- Got a situation.
- What?

They found our perp?
- Yeah.

But there's a problem.
- What?

- He's got a hostage.

- Hey.
- He's inside.

Precinct commander and hostage
negotiation's on the way.

- He's not going anywhere.

- I want to talk to him.

You ID the hostage?
- Yeah. Callie Burns, 50.

She was out walking
her dog when

this guy grabbed her and put
his EMT shears to his neck.

- Okay.

- No disrespect, Captain.

But shouldn't we wait
for hostage negotiation?

- I'm not waiting.

Sir, I'm Captain Benson.

- Someone who can help me?

- Well, first I need to make
sure that everybody is okay.

Are you all right, ma'am?
- I didn't hurt you.

Tell them!

- He didn't hurt me.
- Good.

That's good to know.

- Where's my dog?

- Your dog's okay, ma'am.
It's with a patrol officer.

- I don't care about her dog!

- So how about we talk about
what you do care about?

I can see that you're married.

- 25 years.

- Well, that's something
to be proud of.

- I am.

She's not.

- Well, marriage
isn't always easy.

But I'll tell you one thing.

I'm sure that your wife
is worried about you.

What's her name?

- Shari.

- Shari.

- She doesn't give
a crap about me.

I love her, and she threw
that away, like garbage.

- Well, maybe you need
to tell her how you feel.

How about...how about I get
her on the phone right now,

and you two can talk.

How does that sound?

- No, I want to talk
to her in person.

Get her down here!

- Well, if I do that,
I'm going to need

some assurances from you, okay?

- Get my wife down here.

Make her apologize to my face,
and I'll let her go.

- All right.
Let-let me see what I can do.

- Just do it!

[dramatic music]

♪

- Who is this wingnut?
- Clark Young, 41.

He works for the Department
of Weights and Measures.

- And in his off-hours, he
drives around pretending to be

an EMT as a cover-up for rape?

- That sums it up.
- Anything else?

- No record, no history
of mental illness.

- And yet, here we are.
Why are we still negotiating?

- We're making
positive progress,

but he wants to
talk to his wife.

- Does she want to talk to him?
- We're finding that out.

- Find out faster.

- Clark wants me to apologize?
For what?

- We were hoping
you could tell us.

- I don't understand
any of this.

He's holding a woman hostage?

- Look, your husband might
not be who you think he is.

- Wait, what did he do?

- This ring is awfully shiny.
Is it new?

- Clark gave it to me.
- When?

- Three nights ago.
He said it was an upgrade.

- That ring was not
your husband's to give.

He took it from
a woman he sexually

assaulted three nights ago.

- Is this because
I'm having an affair?

- Look. We're not marriage
counselors, okay?

But you might be
on to something.

- You need to talk to
your husband, all right?

- And say what?
- If I were you, I'd lie.

Come on.

- Clark, I don't know
what you want me to say.

- I have to spell it
out for you?

You can never just
apologize, can you?

- I'm sorry you feel
that way...

- That's not an apology!

- Hold on, Mrs. Young.

Let's just take
a break here, okay?

- I don't know what he wants.

- He just wants to know
the affair is over

and you still love him.
- But that's not true.

- It doesn't matter.
Just make him believe it.

- It's not like you haven't
lied about an affair before.

- Mrs. Young, you can do this.

- Hey, what's going
on over there?

- Think about that woman.
- What are you telling her?

- Okay? You know what to say.
- Huh?

- You know,
you're right, Clark.

I-I suck at apologies.

I always have.

- You always think
you're right.

- Yeah.
You are right this time.

I...I apologize.

I see that I've hurt you.

- [sobbing]
Just tell me why you did it.

- I loved you too much.

It made me feel vulnerable.

And you know how messed
up my family was.

I didn't know how to love.

Maybe we could figure
that out together.

I don't want to be with him.

I still love you.

- I still love you, too.

- So, please, put that thing
down, and let's go home.

[suspenseful music]

- Put it down.

Okay.

- Hey!
[grunting]

Stop!

- So the wife shows up,
says she loves him.

And he just drops the
shears, and he confesses?

- Love works in
mysterious ways.

- So does adultery.

Turns out his wife Shari
was banging

that Greek used car
salesman I questioned.

- Ah.
So we can trust Bruno's nose.

- Like a truffle hound
when it comes to lies.

- Certainly makes
my life easier.

I got the DNA.

I got George
Kalazakis's dealer's

permit in Clark's desk drawer.

I got his wife wearing
one of the victim's rings.

I'm charging this guy
with multiple counts

of rape and homicide.

- Captain, Emma and
Josh are here to see

you and Detective Bruno.

- I thought this
was lost forever.

- Never say never.

You know, sometimes
things just work out.

- So what happens now?

- It's really up to you.

There's probably not
going to be a trial,

so you guys are good to go.

- Why-why would
he do this to us?

- I think that he
felt helpless and was

trying to derive
power by making

other men feel helpless, too.

- From now on, we're going
to protect each other.

- That sounds like a good plan.

Good luck to you both.

♪

You had something in common
with that Clark guy, huh?

- A messed-up marriage?

For the record,
Rose never cheated on me.

I'm the idiot
who pushed her away.

- So you have time
to win her back.

But in the meantime, I would
like you to take a few days

to think about something.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Whether or not
you want that desk.

♪

- [speaking Spanish]

You know,
I grew up a lot like you.

I've seen a lot of
people get murdered.

And the second my
nuts dropped, my boss,

he put a gun in my hand and
made me blow this guy away.

He put a gun in my hand and
made me blow this guy away.

I've never told anybody
that, until now.

- So what do you
think about your buddy

Velasco's murder confession?

- He would have said anything
to get that banger to flip.

- He's either a
really good liar, or...

- A great one.

- Well, either way,
one of my detectives

may have just
confessed to murder.

So I need to get to
the bottom of it.

- How are we going to do that?
- Well, not we.

Me.

I want you to take
a few days off.

And if he calls you,
don't pick up.

- Copy that, Captain.

- And Muncy.

If you breathe a word
of this to Velasco...

or anyone, for that matter...

I will have you working the
foot post at the southeast

corner of 42nd and 5th.

On the midnight tour.

We clear?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.

♪

.

[wolf howls]