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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.

- Velasco may have just confessed to murder.

[gunshots] - Pop, pop.

- I've never told anybody that. You recorded me?

- How'd you wind up at a murder scene?

- I met a guy that offered me and my boy Chilly a job.

I was ready to do the hit and lost my nerve.

I couldn't do it.

- Chilly could.

- You will find that friend,

and you will bring him to justice.

- So that's what it takes for me and you to be all right?

- That's what it takes for me and you to be all right.

[dramatic music]

- Shift's over.

- I'm going over that subway stroker paperwork.

- It can wait.

I'm gonna grab a drink at that cop bar up the block.

You wanna come? - I don't drink.

- Have a glass of water.

- I see what you're doing.

You're trying to get me to a bar

where you know Velasco and Muncy are gonna be.

- Grudges are not the most

attractive quality in a new coworker.

- You know what else is not attractive?

- A lack of integrity, ownership.

- You know, we pay taxes on what we earn every week,

then we pay sales tax to spend it.

And then we pay a death tax on our money

that was already taxed in the first place.

- Your point, Bruno?

- There's no ownership over anything in this world.

You know the real secret to life?

- No, why don't you Gen-Xplain it to me?

- We all gotta make peace with the fact that we're gonna die.

But we still gotta live.

So how about we go out

and pretend to do that for an hour,

and then you can get back to arranging your pens?

- [scoffs]

- Anything else for you guys?

- Hey, there, Chester, he asked us if we want anything else.

- Goddamn right I do.

You ask him about the faces of all the women in this town?

- We just spent all day walking Central Park,

and I gotta say, the women in your city

are really kind of bleak. [both chuckle]

- Won't even look at you.

- Yeah, that's the Manhattan death stare.

They avoid eye contact.

Helps keep the weirdos away, you know?

- Can you recommend a place with some sort

of attentive conversation?

- You mean like a hostess club?

We don't really have anything like that around here.

- Well, where the heck are all the smiling women?

You guys staying here in the hotel?

- Yep.

- When do you go back to Canada?

- Tomorrow.

- I might be able to help you out.

What's your type?

- Redhead.

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat rock music playing]

- Abby and I agreed, why not celebrate?

Right? We even registered.

- You registered for a divorce shower?

Very evolved.

- Abby, I needed a refill.

- Sorry, four was all I could carry.

So fail early, fail often, but always fail forward.

- Hey, I thought this round was on you.

I got the last one.

- You've had enough, don't you think?

- Don't worry, Alec, I can get you one.

- No, no, Leslie, he's a big boy.

He doesn't need you to get him a drink.

- Hey, isn't this what Dr. Sprague said to avoid,

aggressive uncoupling?

- Okay, you know what?

Here, Alec, you have won custody of my pilsner.

You happy?

- That is the first disagreement I've won.

[laughter]

[phone dings]

- What can I get you?

- Double tequila shot.

- Ah, my little brother just texted me.

- Okay, what's his name-- Terry, Timmy?

- [laughs] Teddy.

And he's in the neighborhood

and wants to stop by if that's cool?

- What does it matter what I think?

It seems like you already told him yes.

- well, what could I say? He wants to meet ya.

- So does that mean you've been talking about me?

- [laughs] Don't flatter yourself.

What is a IAB princess doing here?

- All right, I'm gonna tell you something.

- No. - I'm still gonna tell you.

Relax about Churlish.

- After she ratted you out to Benson?

Are you serious? Give me one good reason.

- I'll give you two.

Benson likes her, and Bruno trusts her.

- Do you?

- She's a white shield who made a mistake.

- You know why I love bars?

Natural selection at work.

- Yeah, a place where men meet women

and women meet the person

statistically most likely to murder them.

I'm not going over there.

- Killing brain cells is a time-honored way

to let bygones be bygones.

- Maybe I should just tell Benson I want

to go back up to the Bronx.

- You hate bad politics.

But there's such a thing as good politics too.

My work here is done.

Mayor Churlish, drinks are on me.

- I just told you I don't drink.

- Did you not listen to anything I said?

Buy them a round.

- What can I get you?

- A shot and a pitcher.

How about you, beautiful?

- Excuse me?

- You want something?

- Uh, yeah, about 3 feet of personal space

and a water, please.

- A cop who doesn't drink.

What's that about?

- I got dragged in here by my boss

and told to buy a round for two cops

whose integrity I find pretty questionable.

- Ah, let me guess...

Latinx Travolta and She-Hulk Barbie.

[both laugh] - How did you know?

- Grace told me they had a fourth,

some kind of straight-laced cop

who only tolerates things she finds agreeable.

- You her boyfriend or something?

- Uh, no.

Her brother, Teddy.

- Officer Churlish.

Drinks are on me.

[tense music]

♪

- I was raped.

[tense music]

♪

- Well, that was fun last night at the bar.

You two seemed to get along.

- Yeah, we barely talked.

- That's a lot more than yesterday.

Thank God my brother was there.

- Yeah, Terry's cool.

- Teddy. - Huh?

- It's Teddy.

- Oh.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

[whispering] So rude.

- You don't have to say everything you think out loud.

- Muncy, Velasco, anything you two wanna share?

- No, Captain. - Uh, no, we're all good.

- All right, Muncy, you and Churlish switch desks.

And from now on, your triggers are your responsibility.

Got it?

- Yes, Captain.

- Sorry, Captain.

- Bruno, nice to see you.

- So very good to be seen, Captain.

- Captain? - Yeah?

- Can I speak to you for a second?

It's personal.

- Sure, my office.

- So I just wanted to tell you I made some headway

in the thing we talked about,

the guy that I grew up with.

- The one that killed those dealers?

- Yeah, Chilly.

- And?

- Well, nothing solid yet.

- How hard you been trying?

- I mean, he might be living in the Northeast,

according to what my sister said.

- Might?

Have you tried to contact him? - No, not yet.

I got some leads, and I can put his name in the system, but--

- But you don't want people knowing your business.

Okay, Velasco, I'll run him through the system,

but I want you to know that I'm not going to teach you

how to wipe your own nose, all right?

So when you find him--

- I'll deal with it from there, Captain, I promise.

- Hey.

I know that I've been hard on you lately.

[pensive music]

But I also want you to know that I'm proud of you.

- For what?

- For having your actions match your words,

maybe for the first time.

That's gotta feel good.

- Sorry to interrupt.

- That's okay. He was just leaving.

- I just got a call from Mercy ER.

Got a young woman, possibly gang raped, drugged.

- Oh, well, with Fin having a personal day,

I guess you're up next in the catching order.

- And for the record, I took those two millennials

out for a beer like you asked.

- I'm guessing it didn't go well.

[sighs]

You know, they'll get there.

Things will be a lot less tense when

Velasco cleans up his mess.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Abby and I were out celebrating.

- Celebrating what?

- Well, this is gonna sound a little strange,

but it was our, uh, divorce shower.

- So you're her ex-husband?

- All of our friends brought along single people.

I thought she just

hooked up with somebody at the end of the night.

- Do you remember when you last saw her?

- Yeah, she went to get another drink

at around 11:00 or 12:00.

- Then what?

- This morning, she calls me from some deli

in Staten Island.

I guess my phone number was the only one she knew by heart.

- Did she tell you what happened?

- She was hysterical.

Her stockings were torn, and, uh...

I heard the nurse say she was bleeding.

- Signs of sexual assault.

You were right to bring her to the hospital.

- If you don't mind me asking, why'd you get divorced?

- It was a COVID romance.

It all started with an illness.

I guess, uh, sometimes the end is foretold

by the way something begins.

- Where was the party?

- At a, uh, a brewery on Houston.

- You know the name or the address?

- I have a receipt here.

I--we're divorced, but somehow I still end up paying.

- I get that.

- I don't mean it like that. I still love her.

I will always love her.

- I get that too.

[somber music]

♪

- Abby can answer questions, but she's been drugged.

She's in and out.

- We'll be brief. - Thank you.

- Hi, Abby. I'm Detective Muncy.

This is Detective Velasco from SVU.

- We're very sorry for what happened to you.

- Yeah, I don't even really remember most of it.

- Is there anything you can tell us?

Anything that comes to mind can help.

- I was drinking, I was dancing, I felt free.

- Do you remember who gave you the drink?

Was it a friend or a stranger?

- No, I--I learned never to take drinks

from strangers back in college.

- What about the guy in the next room?

What's your relationship to him?

- Alec is my recent ex-husband.

We've been divorced for a couple days now.

That's why we were celebrating.

- Why'd you get divorced?

- Um, I thought he'd change.

He thought I wouldn't.

- Was there anybody there that you didn't know?

Besides the staff?

- No, all the guests were close friends,

friends of friends.

I have a guest list I can get you.

- What do you remember?

- Um...

I downed a double shot of tequila.

I went to the bathroom, and lights out.

- Yeah, we think you may have been drugged.

We're analyzing your urine sample right now.

- Whatever they gave me, they're not used to redheads.

We don't react to drugs in a normal way.

- You weren't out the whole time?

- It must have been at least an hour.

I woke up naked,

face down on a bed.

The hotel was chic.

It was surrounded by high rises.

- In Staten Island?

- No, I was on 5th Avenue.

I could see the view out the window.

- What about the men?

- Just, like...

ordinary, middle-aged guys with beer bellies.

They were pissed when I came to.

They started yelling.

- At who?

- There was some guy outside the door.

[suspenseful music]

- Can you tell us anything else?

- I was helpless.

I couldn't move.

He put some eye drops on my tongue.

After that, I woke up, and I ran to the deli.

Alec was the only person's phone number

that I could remember.

♪

- So the tox screen shows 0.1 alcohol

and traces from a potent hypnotic.

What else was on the kit?

- Semen from two men, nothing in CODIS.

- The M.E. says both samples show the perps were Caucasian.

- Which coincides with Abby's story.

- What about this brewery on Houston?

- They were not enthusiastic cooperators.

- We did pull security footage.

Arlo Gregory.

Worked at the club for a few years, no complaints.

- Well, track him down and get his side.

- Captain, I don't wanna step on any toes,

but I checked Arlo's social media,

and unfortunately, I found this.

- Teddy?

- What, Muncy, you know him?

- Yeah, that's my brother.

- Oh, well, uh, bring him in.

- I could just talk to him.

- No, Muncy.

Bruno and Churlish will take the lead on this.

♪

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- Captain, I swear to you, I've been raising Teddy

since after our mom died,

and I can tell you unequivocally that

he would have nothing to do with drugging women's drinks.

- Muncy, you didn't do something as ill-advised

and impulsive as speaking to a suspect

of our investigation, would you have?

- No, I did what you asked, and I kept my mouth shut.

- Churlish, where are we?

- Teddy's coming in this morning.

- Okay, and he lawyer up?

- Well, he doesn't need a lawyer.

- Muncy, I'm talking to her.

Bruno, you're the lead on this.

- Me and Velasco will talk to the guy.

- Teddy was my lead. - He's my brother!

- Guys, not a debate club.

If you wanna work in my squad,

we work the case, not each other.

- Arlo and me, we go to the same jujitsu gym.

- Which means?

- We spar together. Both work in bars.

- How close are you guys?

- We're bros, but not tight enough

to drug girls together, if that's what you're asking.

Guys like that, they're the lowest form of life.

- So I'm guessing Muncy told you why we're looking at Arlo.

- She didn't have to.

Word gets around.

Guys talk at work, the gym.

- And you didn't think to report it?

- Look, it's complicated.

- Explain it to me.

[suspenseful music]

- From what I hear, it's just a story

of another guy hooking up

with a girl sober enough to say yes

but drunk enough to regret it the next day.

- Bros before hoes.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- No? Face it.

At best, your brother's a crime-adjacent apologist

to some toxic bartender.

At worst, he's a red-pilled alpha Chad

in search of an alibi.

- You don't even know him or his dating habits, okay?

- How well do you?

- If I reported every bartender

who had a drunken hookup, I'd never work again.

Half the bars in this city would be closed

and under investigation.

- This woman was gang raped!

- And I feel sick about that.

- What if it was your sister?

- Exactly. - Come on.

- Think about the position you're putting her in

professionally around here.

- I had no idea Arlo was involved

or even if he is involved.

Bro, I don't even know what happened that night.

- I bet you can find out, though.

- A tight community and all.

♪

- Mm-mm.

No.

That's him. That's the bartender.

- You're sure?

- Yes.

I was tipsy, not drunk.

- Okay, good.

- So are you gonna arrest him?

- We don't have enough for that yet.

- Good.

I would hate for someone innocent to get in trouble.

Like I told you,

I ordered a double tequila shot,

not a mixed drink.

I watched him pour it out of the bottle.

- Do you remember anything after that?

In the car, at the hotel?

- I already told you, okay?

The two guys who actually raped me

were two regular, dad-looking types

who sounded like they were from Minnesota or something.

Did you find them?

- We did recover DNA, but whoever those men were,

they're not in the system.

- I must have been taken out of the bar by someone

and driven to the hotel.

- Well, we showed your photo to every upscale hotel

with a 5th Avenue view.

- Nobody recognized me?

So all this technology--

facial recognition, license plate readers,

forensics, you're telling me it's useless?

I mean, what the hell do I even pay taxes for?

- We get it, but we're not gonna give up on this,

Abby, okay?

- Um...

I gotta go. Alec's waiting.

♪

- What is my brother doing on the crime board?

- He's a witness, at least for now, Muncy.

- What did he tell us? - Well, nothing we can use.

- Drug-facilitated sexual assault

happens every night in this city.

- All right, anything in the database--

unsolved cases, similarities that speak to pattern?

- We're still checking, but so far,

no other incident reports on that same brewery on Houston.

- And this was a divorce party?

What about the ex-husband? Could he be involved?

- They do seem awfully cozy after what happened.

- What does that mean?

- They got together during the pandemic.

- So you think, what, he had her sexually assaulted

so she'd run back to him?

- Maybe crisis is their foreplay.

- I've heard weirder things.

- There were other people at the party,

but nobody with priors for sex assault or drug charges.

- And your brother wasn't able to get

anything on the bartender?

- Nothing probative.

- Teddy's been nothing but cooperative.

- But maybe he can do more.

- I don't see how.

- Keep going.

- Well, this is starting to feel like a well-run business.

Two guys from out of town order up a redhead.

She gets drugged and hand delivered to their hotel room.

Maybe we test the supply chain,

use Teddy as a confidential informant.

- That's the first proactive idea I've heard yet.

Velasco, what do you think?

- Um.

Well, Captain...

I'm not saying that Muncy's brother

was wrapped up in any of this,

but he did know about the sexual assault through context

and decided it was just another Friday night out.

- So the question remains.

- Can we trust him?

- Do you trust me?

You can trust him.

♪

.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[knocking on window]

- Yo! - My man.

- Thanks for meeting me. - Of course, bro.

Let's get down to bidness.

What do you need?

- A buddy of mine, bachelor party is tomorrow night,

but he's a little on the beta side.

- [laughs] I'm listening.

- I wanna give him a gift, you know, one last time

before he gets married. You know what I mean?

- Yeah, what's the gift?

- Certainty.

- He got a type? - Oh, yeah.

Petite, brunette, sweet, honey tan skin.

- Why do I feel like I'm listening

to somebody order a sandwich?

- Your brother is way to good at this.

- He just knows how to code switch.

- Yeah, he speaks fluent meathead.

- Yeah, I think I see where you're going.

- I got something a little weird, all right?

Little straight-up love story.

[both laugh]

- I always knew you were a romantic, Teddy.

- Ah, you know.

My buddy, he's had a thing for this Black chick

from high school, but he never got with her.

- She's turned him down?

- Your brother's a good actor.

- If he's acting.

- The closer the wedding day gets,

the more bro is letting the intrusive thoughts win,

you know what I'm saying?

- I'm on shift tomorrow.

Any chance you can get her to my bar?

- You handle the rest? - Yeah.

What's she look like?

- I'll text you a photo.

Hold up.

♪

- Is that Churlish?

- Yes.

- She's the bait?

- Muncy, what is going on?

- I didn't have anything to do with this.

- I believe you.

- Well, then who did?

- I did.

- Everybody out.

Churlish and I need the room.

♪

- You want some fries?

- Teddy, what the hell was that?

- You're welcome, bro.

- Don't talk to me like that. I'm not your bro.

- Neither am I. - Guys.

- Answer the question.

- What are you so pissed about?

My boy, Arlo, he bought the whole thing.

We're setting these guys up.

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

- Whose idea was it to use Churlish as bait?

- It was supposed to be a UC.

- Not what Officer Churlish told me.

Where do you think I got the photo?

- So you're saying this was her idea?

- I'm sure she had her reasons.

- Yeah, to turn her little white shield gold.

- All right, how did you manage

to contact Officer Churlish privately?

- I followed her on Instagram

after we all hung out the other night.

- You slid into her DMs?

- You wanted Arlo on the hook.

Arlo's on the hook.

- I hate to say it, Muncy,

but despite his rather punchable face,

your brother's right.

- So you'd rather ask for forgiveness

instead of permission, is that it?

- I knew I should have run it by you.

- That is a woeful understatement.

- What would you have said if I did?

- I would have said no.

- The way McGrath tells it, I've only got 30 days, 3-0.

That is not a lot of time.

- 30 days for what?

- To impress you.

- Churlish, I was impressed

that you survived the Bronx for a year,

but you've never worked undercover.

- Do you have any idea what it took for me to work

in the Bronx every day?

To stare at those ineffectual bastards

letting rape kits pile up taller than them?

You don't think I know what

they're calling me behind my back?

The Mayor, Velvet Housecat. - I don't...

- No, please, Captain.

- See what that has to do with this.

- Captain, I have been working undercover

every day of my career up until now.

And, yes, I might just be a white shield to you,

but I am an expert when it comes to dealing with scumbags

who underestimate women.

- Well, I hope you're right 'cause we're locked in now.

You know, you and Muncy may have your issues,

but she was right about one thing.

- What's that, Captain?

- Ambition is better when it's not blind.

♪

.

- [sighs]

- You know, the guy who stocks that thing

is gonna sue your ass.

- I gave him a PBA card, and he used it

to get out of two speeding tickets,

so I think he'll be fine.

You know, that white shield's been here for two weeks!

- Hey, keep your voice down. - [softly] Sorry.

She reminds me of that Shakespeare character.

- Lady Macbeth?

- No, no, no, no, the Italian guy, the--

the--the-- - Othello?

- No. - Iago.

Look, Churlish is all right.

- You need something?

- Carisi signed off on that eavesdropping warrant

to set up surveillance at that brewery on Houston,

so you know what that means, don't you?

- Yes, I do. Next round's on the taxpayer.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey.

Take it easy.

You got this.

Half the people in here are NYPD,

same as the hotel where Teddy's waiting.

If anything goes south at either location,

you're covered.

- I don't drink. What should I order?

- A shot of tequila, just like the vic.

Lick the salt, dump the shot when he turns his back,

head for the restroom. - Just like our vic.

- With any luck, you'll flush out

whoever brought her to the hotel after she passed out.

If you see them, play dead and go with it

because we want everybody involved

before they have a chance to warn each other.

- Should I save the glass? - Nah.

Nah, you let us worry about that.

All right, CSU will search the bar.

Don't worry.

You'll be fine.

- I can handle myself.

- Can I get you something, darling?

- Double shot of tequila.

♪

- Everything good?

- I got eyes on her, Captain.

All good.

- All right, copy that.

- Go time.

- Yo, hold up. - What?

- Have you never done a tequila shot?

- I didn't wanna be a purist.

This is a brewery.

- Every day is Cinco de Mayo, as far as I'm concerned.

Don't worry. I got you.

Lick, shoot, and suck it like a sailor with scurvy.

- Old school. I like it.

- Drinks on me for anyone that's unemployed at the bar!

[patrons cheering]

- What's the occasion?

- I got my yearly bonus.

- Sugar mama, huh?

- Yeah.

You wanna celebrate with us later?

- Sure your man won't mind?

- Oh, I'm housebroken.

- Hey, Arlo!

- [groaning, panting]

- Are you okay?

- I think I--

I drank something, but I didn't--

♪

- Hey, come here.

You wanna know a secret?

- Yeah. - You wanna tell him?

- Not the attention you were looking for, is it?

- What the hell is going on?

- I hope you saved your tips 'cause you're gonna need them.

- For a lawyer.

- NYPD. - Do you have a warrant?

- We do, actually, for cameras,

and we'll be sending every bottle in here to the lab.

- You see that guy over there?

We have reason to believe

he's been drugging women at your bar.

- And somebody is helping him deliver those women to hotels.

So I would talk before he flips on you.

- The first guy who cooperates usually gets the deal.

- Where's Churlish?

- Bruno sent her to the bathroom last time I saw.

- Go check if she's put eyes on that driver.

- What happened? - Churlish is gone.

- Is that an exit?

[tense music]

♪

This is Detective Joe Velasco.

We have a 10-13.

NYPD officer in civilian clothes,

last seen in a black sedan speeding east near the corner

of Barrack and Houston.

- Can we stop, please?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

- Just relax, honey.

- You're gonna be fine.

- Where are you taking me?

- To a party.

And you're the entertainment.

♪

.

- This doesn't make any sense. She wasn't even drinking.

Velasco and I saw her pour her shot out.

- Your brother better be waiting at that hotel.

- He's there last time I checked.

- Check again.

[tense music]

- Marlon, can you bring the lights up, please?

All right, everybody, listen up.

This bar is closed for the rest of the night.

You don't have to go home, but you cannot stay here.

Thank you. Good night.

- Teddy, call me back right now.

- Not looking good.

- Look, I know what you're thinking,

but he's not in on this, I promise.

- He better not be.

- You think Churlish was drugged?

That doesn't make any sense, Captain.

We watched her from inside the cab.

She never pulled the glass to her lips.

- Hey, any residue on the glasses?

- Captain.

- What have you got?

- Guy had a separate bag of limes in his backpack.

- How much you wanna make a bet that if we test that,

it will be positive for some potent hypnotic?

Velasco, you get a license plate on the black sedan?

- I'm still checking for traffic cams.

- The plan was always to deliver Churlish

to the bachelor party.

- Luxembourg at Times Square.

- I got UCs stationed in the lobby.

- All right, Bruno, you're with me.

- What about Muncy?

- Uh, have TARU track her brother's phone.

[knock at door]

- All right.

Oh, come on, bro.

She's supposed to be compliant, not unconscious.

The guys at the bachelor party are drunks, not necrophiliacs.

- I'm just the delivery man.

- I got her.

Okay. I got you, okay?

You okay?

What the hell did you give her?

- I'm not the chemist.

- The party bus is on its way.

Your people are still gonna pick up--

hey, what the hell are you doing?

This was all prepaid.

- Most guys usually give me a little taste.

- Yo!

Come on, man, I'm already running late.

Get the hell out of here

before I give you a taste of something else.

- Relax.

- This bachelor is my boy, okay?

You want me to give him sloppy seconds as a present?

- Okay, I respect that, huh?

- All right, he's gone.

You can get up now.

Hey, Tonie.

Stop fooling.

♪

- UC over there said they saw her go up with that guy.

She looked out of it, but they all thought

it was just according to plan.

- Let's go.

- Hey, wake up, wake up.

- [groans]

We should call this in. - We will.

I just wanna make sure you're all right first.

- I didn't take a drink.

- They drugged you somehow.

What are you--

- I gotta pee.

- What, now?

- Date rape drugs stay in urine longer than blood.

- All right, all right, all right.

Here.

You need help or--

- Nice try. No.

- Okay.

- Where is she? - She's right there.

- Hands where we can see them. - I didn't do anything.

I didn't. - Churlish.

Look at me, honey, look at me. Are you okay?

- I'm fine. I'm all right.

- Captain, I think she left a sample for the lab.

- What?

Excellent.

Velasco? - Yeah?

- Call CSU, do not let this leave your sight.

We have to maintain chain of custody.

- Copy that, Captain. - Okay?

- I can do that.

- No, no, no, sweetheart. Come with me.

You're just going to the hospital, okay?

All right, I'm gonna sit you down here.

There you go.

♪

- Move! - NYPD!

[indistinct chatter]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on here?

Don't shoot! Don't shoot, I'm unarmed!

- NYPD!

You're under arrest.

- For what?

- You really gonna ask that?

- Come on, get up. Hands behind your back.

- And you are?

- You got a complaint,

I'm Senior Officer Detective Terrance Bruno.

- I was asking her.

These days, I ask for your name and badge number,

you better comply. - All right, Grace Muncy, 0747.

- Tell your brother he's a dead man.

- Oh, really?

- You're pretty dumb for a chemist.

- Sunil Patesh ran the operation.

His sister, Asha, was the one who escorted

blacked-out women out of bars.

His brother, Rav, he was the delivery guy.

He'd bring them to the hotels.

- Sick kind of room service. - Well, they're family.

They're not gonna turn on each other.

- They don't have to.

We searched the house, and we found the date rape drugs.

- Receipts, phone records.

- Marked cash given to Rav by Teddy.

- And we have Teddy's audio recording

of Rav in the hotel room with Churlish.

- The Patesh family had a network of bouncers

and bartenders who would make money

taking the à la carte orders of blacked-out vics.

Every single one of them is willing to testify

on multiple cases for a deal.

- And we have over a dozen drug-facilitated sex assaults

we're following up on.

- All right, I'll tell Carisi.

[apprehensive music]

- Churlish, what are you doing here?

- Hospital released me.

I'm just here checking up on my case.

- We got the guys.

- Officer Churlish, my office.

♪

- Is this when I get yelled at?

- Yes.

Tonie, I appreciate and admire your work ethic

and how smart you are

and the aggressive neatness of your desk.

- But?

- But you were reckless,

and you almost derailed the entire case.

- Well, like I said, I wanted to impress you.

30 days is not a lot of time, Captain.

- Now--now you have to spend that time

trying to win my trust back.

- How do I do that?

- I need to know that you're here for the right reasons,

because you care about survivors

and trauma and healing,

not because you want a promotion.

You know, my detectives-- - They're good investigators.

- Yes, and they're all dysfunctional.

They're not perfect.

But that allows them to lead with empathy

and with compassion.

- Well, both of my parents are therapists.

They put a lot of pressure on me to be perfect.

- I know. I can see that.

Perfectionism is a dangerous way

to approach imperfect victims, let alone perps.

From now on, I expect teamwork from you, not perfection.

♪

- Good night, all.

And, no, I don't wanna go out for a drink.

- You meeting up with Rose later?

- If I was, I wouldn't tell you.

- Maybe not, but I can smell the cologne.

- Grace Muncy, nasal detective.

- [laughs] - Oh, got something.

- What you got, Churlish?

- Those two Canadian guys who assaulted Abby,

Interpol has them in custody.

- She'll be happy to hear that.

- I'd love to tell her in person.

- Good. Take Muncy with you.

Maybe you two can go out for a drink after.

- First round's on me.

It was a water with a lime chaser?

[phone rings]

- SVU.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

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