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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.

I want confirmation
that Oscar Papa

put the hit out on me.

I don't kill people, Captain.

No, you have kids
do it for you.

I wanna show you something.

100 open rapes perpetrated
by known BX9 recruiters.

Maria Garcia ID'd both
Bugbear and Sacrilege

as the guys who raped her.

Can we get her to testify?

So far, no.

Benny Barros.

My client has all his boss's
phone conversations on tape.

And he's willing to testify.

Yes.

Oscar Papa,
you're under arrest

for rape and attempted murder.

Everything okay?

Just found out
my cousin's dead.

Stabbed in Green Haven,
along with his friend, Sabo.

Oh, what happened?

The cops put them
on the same block

in Green Haven as 19th Street.

After that subway thing?

Yeah.

Just trying to flip them.

This Duarte guy,
he have any kids?

No, but that bitch
from the news does.

- Benson?
- Yeah.

She got a son.

All right.

We're gonna make this right.

How?

You know the rule--
blood for blood.

Get some principiantes
to chop the little bastard up,

right in front of her.

You heard enough?

My client was in distress,
expressing frustration.

There is a difference
between intent and hyperbole.

Well, unfortunately,
this sick bastard's hyperbole

carries a lot of weight.

Benny Barros is an
amoral opportunist

who secretly recorded my client
in exchange for what?

Citizenship and a safehouse
about as far away

from your client as possible.

Benny, he's playing you.

I think you'll find once
your anger settles, that it is

the very man that you have
in witness protection

who ordered a group of kids
to attack you

and your son with machetes.

Captain Benson,
as I've stated,

I'm sorry you were hurt.

But it pains me more that
your son was traumatized--

If you say one more word

about my son,

it will be your last.

I think we're done here.

We'll be charging your client
with multiple counts

of rape in the first,
not to mention

attempted murder of a police
officer and her son.

That was a huge mistake letting
you go in there by yourself.

Counselor Swope
is gonna claim NYPD bias.

Promise me that
he'll be convicted

because I need to know
that Noah is safe

before I bring him home.

Oscar Papa, you are charged

with 19 counts of rape
in the first.

How do you plead?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.

And on the two counts
of attempted murder

in the second?
- Not guilty, Your Honor.

People on bail?

Oscar Papa is a career
criminal who ordered

the gangland style hit
of an NYPD captain

and her 11-year-old son.

He is the acknowledged leader
of BX9,

and he's guilty of
participation in at least

100 rapes--that we know of.

We request remand.

Your Honor,
these murder charges

are up to interpretation.

The defense intends
to paint Oscar Papa

as some kind of local
youth advocate when, in fact,

we all know that he is the head
of a criminal organization

that could more accurately
be described as a death cult.

He has never been
charged with a crime.

Well, he is now.

Defendant is remanded
to Rikers pending trial.

Next case.

Must feel good.

You wanna clean up our trash
like the Italian cops

did with the Mob?

Let's save the fist bumps
til this prick's in prison.

Well, DOJ's pulling out
of the Bronx.

You know what that means.

You got a whole crew
of new detectives

you gotta break in.

Hell no. I'm done.
I told you.

That deaf girl case was my last
piece of unfinished business.

What, you got some kind of
monogrammed hammock in Mexico

I don't know about?

Believe me,
a settlement like that

isn't as good as it sounds.

You expect me
to believe that, right?

Uncle Sam took half of it.

My ex-wife, Rose,
took the rest.

Poor Bruno.

So thank you
for picking up the check.

You're not fooling anybody, Bruno.

All right, tell you what.

Let's put your
detective skills to the test.

Let's go.

If you can tell me
what I have left

within one million,
I'll pick up the tab.

Okay.

Judging from the way you threw
that Patek at that lab rat

like your wrist was on fire,

I'm guessing
you got at least half

of that kickin'
around somewhere.

Am I right?

Close enough.

Just in time.

Phoebe wants me home.

So what are you gonna
do now--climb Machu Picchu?

Surf the Gold Coast?

Ah, I don't know.

Probably sleep in for once.

Find Rose on a dating app
and swipe right.

That sounds healthy.

Hey, yo, Orlando!

Stop! What the hell?
- What?

Everything okay? We're cops.

- I thought I heard something.
- Like what?

I don't know,
but I heard something.

Yeah?

Orlando, stop the compactor!

Okay!

Open up the back.

She's alive!

She's barely breathing.

Blue-gray lips--
looks like an OD.

The hell is that?

Some kind of dart.

Send me a bus, corner
of Bryant and Hunts Point.

Hey.

Hey!

Can you tell me what happened?

I was raped.

We got you.

We got you, okay?

She was pretty out of it
when we found her,

but she said she was raped.

I found blood in
her underwear, semen.

Arms are bruised up
pretty good.

She was held down.

At least until
the Wildnil kicked in.

Wildnil?

The tranquilizer dart
you found.

Tested positive
for a potent opioid.

Lucky she's a heroin addict.

What makes you say that?

Already has
a built up tolerance.

She's gonna
pull through, right?

I've never had to use
three doses of Narcan before.

Wow.

Excuse me.

Liv?
- Hey.

So I'm just heading up
to Carisi's to prep witnesses.

You coming?

I wish I could,
but evidently,

I'm incapable
of making it south

of the Washington Bridge.

Hold on, you're still up
in the Bronx?

Yeah, me and Bruno
stumbled onto a case.

Oh, your new best friend?

All right, Fin,
are you leaving me too?

You've always been
and will always be

my sister from another mister.

But I just can't drop this
in the lap

of some green
Bronx SVU detectives.

The woman was raped
and dumped in the back

of a garbage truck.

Well, then,
you owe me a favor.

All right.

Let me call you
Amanda from now on.

Okay, and tell Carisi
don't wait up for me.

I'll be working late.

Listen, hon, why don't you
take another sip

of that cola and slow down?

I got low blood sugar.

You wanna tell us how
you wound up in the back

of that garbage truck?

I pretended I was dead.

Yeah, you pretended
you were dead for who?

That's the question.

Some white boy.

Can you tell us
what he looked like?

Hell, all you white boys
look alike to me.

Whoa, whoa,
where are you going?

You cops.

Somebody catch me
talking to you,

my pimp is gonna kill me.

Someone attacked you.

The nurse found evidence
that he may have

forced himself on you.

Ain't the first time.

Don't you want us
to catch who did this?

If I don't earn, I get beat.

How much are you
making a night?

On a good night?

Two, three.

Here then.

That's enough
for a great night.

He crazy or something?

Yeah, but he's a good dude.

What do you want
in return for it?

The truth.

Tell us everything you know
about the guy who hurt you.

After I passed out, I woke up
in some kind of tile room.

And he was spraying me down
with a hose.

Do you remember
anything else?

It was like a medical room.

Then he kind of just
did it to me.

Next thing I knew,
I was in a dumpster.

We done here?

Just promise us you'll
go home and get some rest.

If it's okay with you,
I think I'll stay here.

We have our witnesses
prepped, the few that we have.

We got Benny Barros.

Benny's not the most
reliable guy I've ever met.

Carisi's right.

Yeah, the guy
keeps making demands.

I mean, last night,
it was a strict vegan menu.

What happens
if he changes his mind?

Benny's got more to lose than
anyone if he doesn't testify.

And we got Fugazi
in our pocket.

Where are we
with Maria Garcia?

Still doesn't wanna testify.

So how do we change that?

She can be found in contempt.

Do you really wanna put
a victim

of sexual assault in prison?

Well, all the same,
the threat can't hurt.

What about Sacrilege?

What about him?

Did you get him
to tell us anything?

The kid won't talk.

I mean, I couldn't help
to notice his track marks.

The kid's an addict.

It's been a while
since his last fix.

That ought to hurt.

Well, it was your
techniques that got

us here in the first place.

Me? What did I do?

Those recordings that
we received from Benny

confirm that the hit on Benson
was a direct result of you

putting Ricky and Sabo
in stabbing distance

of 19th Street because
you wanted to flip them.

You almost got my son killed.

Thank you again for that.

Captain, if you want,
I can talk to him.

We're getting very close
to the trial.

I mean, is that worth a shot?

A last-minute
change of conscience

from the only
gang recruiter left alive?

It's down to the wire,
but it can't hurt.

Okay, Velasco.

Take Churlish with you.

Okay.

Hector, Detective Velasco.

She a lawyer?

No.

But where's yours?

I, uh, represent myself.

Bold words for a guy
whose hands are shaking.

That captain of yours left me
in here to sweat it out.

Yeah, he ain't
no captain of ours.

Whoever uses withdrawal as a
weapon hasn't been through it.

You have?

What the hell are you doing?

We're supposed
to be asking questions

and trying to flip him,
but we both know

it's not gonna work
if he's sweating like that.

- Can I talk to you outside?
- No.

Where'd you get that?

Wheel well of that car
your dealers were using.

This has gone too far.

What are you gonna do,
Captain America?

Huh?

You're gonna arrest me, hmm?

She's pretty uptight
for a sister.

Yeah, she grew up
in the suburbs.

You can tell.

I went to my car after work.

Two men were in the back seat,
door open.

They pulled me inside.

They took turns raping me.

When they were done,
they took my underwear.

For what purpose?

To show my brother
what they could do

to the rest of the women
in our family,

our mom or our baby sister,
if he said no.

Were these the two men
who assaulted you?

Yes.

For the record,
Lindsay del Toro,

AKA Bug Bear, is now deceased.

Hector Suarez, street name
Sacrilege, is in Rikers.

Now, you heard testimony
that DNA links both

of these men
to Ms. Garcia's assault.

Ms. Garcia, did you tell
your brother what had happened?

I did.

He told me he had no choice.

That BX9 would target
other women in our family

if he refused to join.

Which is why you withdrew
your initial complaint

to the police.

I was afraid of retaliation
against Rodrigo.

But he was killed.

Two months ago.

By rivals of BX9,

so he doesn't need me
to protect him anymore.

Thank you.

I am--

I am very sorry for what
happened to you, Ms. Garcia.

But haven't the men responsible
for your ordeal

been brought to justice?

One is already dead,
and the other is in jail

awaiting his own trial.

Yes, but they were acting
on Oscar Papa's orders.

Well, do you have
any direct knowledge of that?

Other than what the police
and the DA have told you?

No, but--

Did your brother
implicate my client?

No--

You know Oscar Papa,
don't you,

from around the neighborhood?

Everyone does.

He's a customer sometimes
at my family's restaurant.

You invited two NYPD captains
to that same restaurant

under false pretenses?

I had to do that.

I was afraid that--

Of my clients or the police?

Both.

But you did lie
to the police.

Well, did that motivate
your decision to testify?

Objection.

Withdrawn.

Nothing further.

Captain Duarte,
can you explain what this is

to the jury, please?

A recruitment tool for BX9--

undergarments of rape victims,
mothers and sisters,

hung from a tree to intimidate
vulnerable teens

into signing up
as principiantes.

Principiantes?

That's what they call
new recruits at BX9.

And how many women
were you able

to associate with rape cases?

Through DNA
and victim IDs, about 90.

And what did your
investigations conclude?

Two mid-level recruiters,
Sacrilege and Bug Bear

of the Tremont clique,
were responsible

for most of the rapes.

Now, do mid-level recruiters

for BX9 usually act
independently?

In my experience, no.

BX9 is a hierarchical organization.

There are multiple levels
of the command chain.

And how do gang members
usually move up the ranks?

Through committing
acts of violence,

including rape and murder at
the behest of their superiors.

Does anything happen without
the knowledge of the head

of the organization?

No, it does not.

Orders of violence only spill
down from the leadership

to the soldiers
and the principiantes.

And in your
ongoing investigations

into the BX9 leadership,
who did you focus on?

That man right there,
Oscar Papa.

Thank you, Captain.

Captain Duarte,
you investigated

BX9 for five years.

Is that fair to say?

Yes, that sounds about right.

Well, isn't it
also fair to say

that you have a personal
vendetta against BX9?

A vendetta, no.
I'm just doing my job.

But you--you did own
a vintage Mustang?

- Yes.
- What happened to it?

Two BX9 gang members followed
me home and set it on fire.

And that made you
pretty angry, didn't it?

What do you think?

Well, angry enough to push
one of the boys off a roof?

Objection.
As Counselor Swope knows,

Sleep's death
was ruled an accident.

Sustained.

But one of your colleagues,
Captain Olivia Benson,

accused you of pushing
the boy, didn't she?

It was a misunderstanding.

Well, is it true that
you've had a few of those

involving BX9 members?

Do you recognize
these two boys?

Sabo and Pretty Ricky,
two former principiantes

of the Tremont clique.

They're deceased now,
aren't they?

Stabbed in prison
by rivals you requested

they be put in close proximity
to in an effort to flip them.

Now, was Captain Benson aware
that this decision

made her and her son a target?

She is now.

A lie of omission,
just another one

of your misunderstandings?

Objection, immaterial.

Move it along.

You're Mexican, right?

What the hell does that
have to do with anything?

Well, in your experience,
have you found

that Mexicans are prejudiced
against Salvadorans?

Humans are territorial,
just like every other animal

on this planet.

Are you territorial?

Well, I'm human, aren't I?

But I'm not prejudiced against
Salvadorans, only BX9.

They ruined the neighborhood
I grew up in.

Before they came along,

people could walk their dogs
at night.

Kids didn't have to worry
about their mothers' dignity,

being hung from a tree
as some sort

of a sick advertisement for
a life they didn't even want.

Well, it sounds to me
that you do have a vendetta

against my client, Captain.

- Objection.
- Withdrawn.

Yeah, pulled two Jane Does

out of here
in the past few years.

You run their DNA?

Yeah, nothing in the system.

Showed their photos around
Hunts Point, but nah,

no one wanted to talk.
- So where are their bodies?

Buried on Hart Island.

What'd the M.E. say?

Both OD'd,
massive dose of opioids.

Any sign of sexual assault?

We're Homicide.

It's not like
we ran a rape kit.

If M.E. found something,
that was Bronx SVU.

That was their job.

You know better than anyone
what really happened there.

All too well.

Yeah, thank you, man.

See you fellas.

I think we're looking
at a serial.

It'd be tough to prove,

unless we find that source
of Wildnil.

We may get lucky with the
online complaint system.

Cross-reference doctors,
dentists, pharmacists.

And veterinarians, right?

I don't know of too many
other kinds of doctors

who shoot their patients
with a dart to put them out.

So much for your retirement,
huh, Bruno?

Yep.

I know I'm not supposed
to have Misty here.

But she's gentle, quiet.

We're not here to confiscate
your dog, Ms. Morgan.

Two years ago,
you filed a complaint

against your veterinarian?

Dr. Tim. That pervert.

Can you tell us why
you filed that complaint?

I didn't have money
to pay Misty's bill.

Dr. Tim said we could
work something out.

And what did he mean by that?

He tried to get me
to touch it.

Touch what?

What do you think?

His member, his tool, his wang!

Okay, we get it.

Okay, so what happened?

I'm old, but I'm no idiot.

I touched it.

But I didn't like it.

You licking your wounds?

Yeah.

Why? Should I stop so you can
pour some salt in them?

Hey, you did your best.

Which, let's face it,

might not have been
good enough.

If Oscar Papa gets off--
- Don't even say that.

This is not over.
We have a solid case.

Captain Benson.

Velasco,
what the hell happened?

UNI says Benny's mom
sent him a plate of food.

He took a few bites,
and he started bleeding.

- Rat poison.
- For a rat.

Oh, my God.

Is it possible that
they got to his mother?

Either that or the kid
who delivered it.

What are the chances
Benny makes it?

Well, if it doesn't,
Oscar Papa walks free.

- Benny Barros is dead, huh?
- Died in the ambulance.

Yeah, which puts our case
on life support

because Benny's tapes
are no longer admissible.

We know BX9 is behind this,

which means Oscar Papa
gave the order.

No kidding.
So what are you doing about it?

My detectives
are all over it,

working BX9's girlfriends'
contacts.

What about Sacrilege?

You get anything?

I got the kid on the hook.

That's one word for it.

What does that mean?

Nothing.

All right,
I'll talk to the DA.

I'll see if I can't
sweeten his plea deal.

For 100 rapes?
You gonna tell Benson?

Hey, we're past that.

Don't you get it?

We need to start playing dirty,
just like Oscar Papa.

Copy that.

He's been running a fever.

I'm gonna send
the nurse back over,

but if he gets any worse,

you have to take him
to the hospital.

No.

No, I'm fine.

Albert, how are you doing, truthfully?

Huh?

Why are there
more cops around?

Benny Barros was
killed last night.

I thought he was
in witness protection.

He was.

Just like us.

I just want my son
to be safe.

Believe me, so do I.

I don't know why
I ever trusted you.

I'll never be able to walk
down the street

without looking
over my shoulder again.

You should have just ended
my life while you could.

Don't say that, Albert.

My son is not testifying.

Mrs. Diaz,
let's think about this.

No!

Get out. Get out of our lives.

Captain Benson, you are
a sorbet for the eyes.

Hey, you wanted
to talk, talk.

Well, we both know that
your lead witness is dead.

Yeah, a pupusa
full of rat poison.

You know, BX9 should
publish a cookbook.

We'll be filing
a motion to dismiss

unless the DA has an offer.

Well, your client
pleads guilty

to 19 charges of rape,
2 counts of attempted murder.

We'll think about it.

You do that,
but Benny may be dead,

but those recordings he gave us

have your client
running his mouth

about half the gangs
in the city.

Now, I might not be able
to use that in court--

But they would make
a great mixtape

for all the bangers in here.

Are you threatening me?

That's not a threat.

It's a verdict.

No one gets away
with trying to kill my son,

not without some form
of justice.

And right now...

Yours is starting
to sound pretty good.

You know the rule--

blood for blood.

Now, take your time,
Ms. Sipes.

That's him.

You sure?

Yeah.

I remember the eyes.

Who the hell is he?

Dr. Tim Birch,
a veterinarian.

We think he's good
for the murders

of a few other prostitutes
in the area.

Why would he do that?

He could have just paid
like the rest of the johns

up at Hunts Point.

Vets are supposed to
take care of animals.

Yeah.

Well, he is one.

The judge won't grant
a motion to dismiss,

but if Fugazi doesn't testify,

then I have no way to prove
that Oscar Papa

ordered that hit
on you and Noah.

The UNIs assigned to Fugazi
and his mother--

They just rushed him
to the hospital.

Not another
poisoned pupusa, is it?

Nope.
This time, it's my fault.

They said
I'm gonna lose my leg.

We're getting you
the best doctors, okay?

- I'm afraid.
- I know, honey.

I know.
- Where's my mom?

She's just upstairs.

She's filling out
some paperwork.

I'm sorry.
We have to take him in now.

She's gonna be with you
the whole time, okay?

I'm running out of witnesses.

Upside is,
I might be home early.

I love you too.

Hey.

You look like you could use
a cup of coffee.

Come in, come in.

Been at the hospital
all night with the Diazes.

The doctors manage
to save Fugazi's leg?

Oh, man, this kid is gonna be
out of commission for months.

Wouldn't be the first time

I had somebody testify
from a hospital bed.

Be that as it may,
the mother is not budging.

I'm not a miracle worker.

I mean, I got a 48-hour
continuance after Benny,

but I gotta put somebody
on that stand tomorrow.

Thank you.

How's Noah doing?

He's fine. He's good.
He's safe.

You know, Woodstock PD's
got unmarked cars

on the McCanns' block, but--

I see what you did there, Counselor.

Me? What'd I do?

Brought up Noah
to remind me which kid

I should really
be thinking about.

I plead the fifth.

Thanks for not
telling Benson.

About what?

Those drugs that
we confiscated

from these bangers.

You know it was
all theater, right?

The guy was a junkie.
He was sweating.

I just dangled some of his
product in front of him.

You didn't give him any?
Because that would be illegal.

Oh, of course not.

You know I'm just
a white shield,

but I have a whole future
to worry about.

I get it.
You got your sights set on 1PP.

Don't laugh.

Look, if you wanna keep
your nose clean so you can be

the next Black female
commissioner or whatever,

that's on you.

But my job right now
is to flip a bishop

to take down the king.

Okay, and you heard Carisi.
We gotta play dirty.

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

No one's asking you to.

What's up, homey?

What, no care package?

We're cops, not dealers.

Yo, nobody's
talking to you, bicha.

I'm only interested
in my friend here.

What did he say?

It's a waste of time.

He's being vulgar.

About me?

So what do you say, bicha?
Huh?

How about I, uh, show you
the rest of my tattoos?

You know what, Churlish?
Why don't you give us a minute?

Knock yourself out.

Never good to drink alone.

Well, it beats sleeping
in my house that way.

Is that an invitation?

You wish.

I was talking about my kid.

What she's having.

Oh, that's defeat
on the rocks.

Actually,
I'll have a bourbon.

So Carisi is going
to subpoena Fugazi.

What, you didn't
crack him in the head

with that bleeding heart
of yours?

It's all out of blood.

Oscar Papa will do that
to you.

Guy's like a bed bug.

You know,
I finally understand

why you are the way you are.

He's ruined
hundreds of lives.

Not to mention
taking me away from my son.

He's never looked so happy.

They look really--

normal.

Yeah, they do.

So I hate to say it,
but you were right.

We should have
gone after Oscar Papa

right after the subway case.

Does that mean you're sorry
for reducing my five-year

whale hunt for one
of the biggest scourges

this city's ever seen
into a simple rape case?

Don't push it.

No.

If that's as close
as I'll get tonight,

I'll sleep a happy man.

Thank you.
You didn't have to do that.

What, picking up the check?

What can I say?

Ever since you got jumped,
I've been racking the overtime.

Are you sure that
we can't drop you somewhere?

No, thank you.
I think I'm gonna walk.

Okay. Good night, Mike.

Good night, Captain.

Help you?

Can I get a pack
of Reds, please?

Get on the ground.

Call 911.

Tell them it's a police
officer involved.

Do it.

Ahh!

You okay, Liv?

How is he?

Still in surgery.

The doctors say
he lost a lot of blood.

Oh, my God.

Every unit in the city
is on the scene canvassing,

pulling traffic cams.

Bodega cameras caught
the whole attack.

We're running
facial recognition.

We're gonna get these guys.

That's my boy Manny
from Bronx Gangs.

Velasco's on the scene.
Muncy came in on her day off.

I can't believe this,
but I was just with him.

It's not over, Liv.

We did catch a serial.

Picked him up off vic ID.

DNA linked him to the rape kit.

And I'm really impressed
with Moneybags.

This guy is driven.
He's on a mission.

And I was thinking,
now that Rollins is gone,

we could use another body.
- No, I just--

I was too hard on Duarte.

He's a good cop, Fin.

We all know that.

Bobby Santos,
Jose Cruz, Carlos Lopez--

you recognize them?

You should.

They're three of the
five principiantes

that you ordered
to kill Captain Duarte,

and they're willing to testify.

Testify to what?

Well, unlike Fugazi,
they say that

they got their orders to kill
Duarte from a prison call.

Which are all recorded.

You had to know that.

I'm not denying anything, Captain.

You got me dead to rights.

I need to confer
with my client.

No, you don't.

Sit down.

We're listening.

I just wanted to say

I know how much
you respected Captain Duarte.

And that's why
you killed him?

You know the rule.

Blood for blood.

He wanted to take away
everything I've built.

I couldn't allow that
to happen.

You knew that you could run
your organization from here.

Most of my crew is in here.

And like I said,
you can't kill an idea.

So you knew exactly
what you were doing

when you made that call.

The question is, why?

The truth?

I got a soft spot
for you, Captain.

I see the way you look at me.

Most women say they
would kill for their kid,

but not a lot of them
would go toe to toe

with a guy like me for them.

You are a better mother
than I've ever had.

We can talk about
your childhood later.

What I need to know is,
is your client going

to plead guilty to murder?

But not the rapes.

Hang on.

I need you to assure me

that my son is safe.

He won't be harmed.

I got what I wanted.

So we're even now.

25 years for the
attempted murder on you.

25 to life for Duarte.

He'll be eligible
for parole around 2096.

And the five principiantes?

We're gonna
go after them all.

Noah headed home?
- He is.

Stabler's driving him down.

And I'm going to
meet them at home.

I didn't wanna drive
after the day that we've had.

There's nobody that I trust
more to bring my son home

in one piece than Stabler.

I'll give Amanda your love.

Please do.

Officer Churlish, you're
a long way from the Bronx.

I have something
I wanted to give you.

Okay.

I left my phone on
when Detective Velasco

was talking to that recruiter.

Aside from it being a felony,

why would you do that?

You'll see
when you listen to it.

He's out like a light.

- He's had a hard week.
- Yeah.

So did you.

Thank you, Elliot.

Thank you for picking him up.

You're family.

What are you looking for?

Sugar?

It's here.

I have some here somewhere.

Why didn't you call me?

Because I knew that
you would try to protect me.

And there's something
wrong with that?

I care for you.

Liv, look at me.

Here it is.

Liv.

Elliot.

Elliot, I want to.

I want to, but I can't.

Why not?

Because what if
it doesn't work out?

And what if things work out?

Elliot, I'm not ready
for this.

I'm not ready for this.

I'm not ready for this.