All language subtitles for Track04_Law.and.Order.Special.Victims.Unit.S23E03.I.Thought.You.Were.On.My.Side.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

- 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.

- ♪ You make me dance,
bring me up, bring me down ♪

♪ Play it sweet
make me move like a freak ♪

[grunting]

- ♪ Play it sweet,
make me move like a freak ♪

♪ Mr. Saxobeat

- There you are, gorgeous.

- Hey, Jules,
How're you doing?

- I'm all right.
Come on in.

It's a big night.

[murmured conversation]

- Wow, yeah.
Really different crowd.

- It's Gabe's birthday.
Private event.

Everybody's family.

♪

- Is that my favorite singer?

- Don't look.
It's supposed to be a surprise.

[foreboding music]

♪

- She okay?

- Hey, what's a party
without a few regrets?

She'll be fine.

Why don't you relax?
Get yourself changed.

- Thanks.

- Oh, and listen,
no posting anything tonight.

No photos, no Insta,
no nothing.

And no phone.
- Are you kidding?

- When I said private event...

- What did you
get me into, here, Jules?

- Just do your show, Tara.
Don't worry about a thing.

[door slams]

- Great.
[sighs]

♪ You're just too good
to be true ♪

♪ Can't take my eyes
off of you ♪

♪ You'll be like
heaven to touch ♪

♪ I want to hold you
so much ♪

♪ At long last love
has arrived ♪

♪ And I thank God
I'm alive ♪

- [speaking Russian]

- Take it easy, Gabe, huh?
The night is young.

- Hey!

These are
my very special guests.

You bring them
anything they want, okay?

- Just vodka, my dear.

Any time my glass is empty,
you fill it.

Seems we have to catch up
with our host.

- Hey, the crystal black stripe
pinstripe, you got it?

- You got it, boss.

- ♪ And let me
love you, baby ♪

♪ Let me love you

I hear we have
a birthday boy in the house.

Gabe?
[applause]

♪ Happy birthday

♪ To you

♪ Happy birthday
to you ♪

♪ Happy--
- [growls]

- ♪ Happy birthday, dear G--

- Keep singing,
keep singing, come on.

- ♪ Happy birthday...
- That's a girl.

- ♪ To you
- You see my baby?

Huh?
You see my baby?

Hey, how 'bout it, huh?

How 'bout it?
[applause]

Hey.
You sang so pretty.

What else can you do
with that mouth?

[dark music]

- Show's over, Gabe.
Go home.

- Hey. I like you.

Don't the birthday boy
get a wish?

Huh?
- Can you please just--

can you please just
let me pass?

- Hey. I'm just trying
to show you some love,

and you diss me in front
of the whole club.

Huh?
What's the matter?

You think you're
too good for me?

- Get off me!
Get off me!

- [screams]
- You too good for me?

- Get off!
- Come here.

- Stop! Help!
- Come here, come here.

- Help!
[sobs]

- Hey! You bitch.
Get back here!

Huh?
Where you going?

- [gasps]

[dramatic music]

♪

- What are you looking at?
Get her out of here.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- Talk to Stabler lately?

- Um, actually no.

He's been off the grid
for a couple of months.

Why?

- Phoebe invited him
over for dinner.

Trying to hook him up
with her sister.

- Oh.
And?

- No show, no call back.
Not a word.

He doing his stuff again?

- I think that he's working.
- On what?

Not Wheatley.
A new case?

- Ben, it's none
of our business.

And he did let me know
not to worry about him.

- And what'd your shrink say?

- He asked if it
was triggering for me.

And I lied
and said that it wasn't.

And then he asked me
how I was doing

with the rest
of the changes around here.

- You lie about that too?
- I certainly did.

- [chuckles]

- Benson.

Okay, got it.

- Everything all right?
- We have to leave.

- I'm waiting on
my fried egg on a roll!

- Get it to go.
And call Rollins

and tell her to meet us
at LaGuardia Hospital.

- Tara Reilly, 25.

Says she was sexually assaulted

before she was thrown down
a flight of stairs.

- Did you do a rape kit?

- Not until we get an MRI
on her spine.

This girl is in bad shape.

Concussed.
Had convulsions

in the ambulance.
- Anybody with her?

- Early morning dog walker
found her.

They must have left her
by the dumpster

in the back of the club.

- Kay, what kind of place
are we talking about?

- Ah, The Third Rail.
Private that night, but...

usually it's kind of a scene.

- You get a lot of complaints
about this place?

- It's a club, so yeah.
Drugs, fights.

But the owner, Gabe Navarro--
he works with the precinct.

- What?

- Yeah. So I don't know
what happened to this girl.

She's claiming
she was raped?

- And pushed down
a flight of stairs.

- If that happened,
we better find this guy

before Navarro does.
His face will be ground meat.

- She had .03 blood alcohol,

traces of cannabis
in her system.

- This isn't a drug overdose.

- No, she was attacked.
Tracheal trauma,

fingertip bruising
on her neck and upper arms.

Her dress was ripped.

- I finished my last song.

Gabe wanted a full version
of "Happy Birthday."

I hate singing that song,
but it's his place,

so you gotta kiss the ring.

- Gabe?
- Gabe Navarro.

I can usually play him,

make some jokes,

get out of the club
before he gets too drunk.

- Five minutes.

We need to take Tara
to Radiology.

- Okay.
Hey, um, Tara.

This is Detective Rollins.

Tara was just telling me
about the club owner,

a Gabe Navarro.

- Yes, um.

Last night was a private party
for his birthday.

Gabe started celebrating early.

[exhales heavily]

While I was singing to him,
he pulled me onto his lap.

And he put his hands
up my dress, and put--

put his fingers...

[gasps]
Between my legs.

- So sorry.
- Then what happened?

- I pushed him off,
and he didn't like that.

I jumped up,
and I ran to my dressing room.

He followed me,
barged in,

and I tried to get away,
but he lifted up my dress.

- So he sexually assaulted
you a second time?

- He started to.

I kneed him in the groin
and got away,

and then he chased after me
and grabbed me.

I slapped him.

He snapped and pushed me
down the stairs

in front of the whole club.

Ask the manager, Jules.
He was there.

I know that Gabe is connected.

And he has a lot
of cop friends.

But you guys--you guys
are gonna arrest him, right?

- She's saying
Gabe Navarro assaulted her?

That's not good.
- What do you mean?

- He's tight with the precinct,
and he's a made guy.

- And a rapist.

- And he must have pals
at the DA's office.

I'm looking at his rap sheet.
Nine arrests in seven years.

Guns, gambling, assaults.
Charges always get dropped.

- But no sexual assault?

- Precinct detective says he
doesn't need to rape anyone.

He co-owns four strip clubs,
massage parlors.

He basically has a harem.

- Okay, so he's not used
to women saying no to him.

- Too soon to pick him up?

- If the nightclub was full,

I'd get
some corroboration first.

- Tara Reilly?

Yeah, she sang at the club
last night, why?

- Why?
She's in the hospital.

She might have a broken back.

- My God,
that's too bad.

She had a few.

Maybe she was a little woozy
when she left?

- Yeah, well,
she didn't get far.

They found her in the alley
behind the club.

- Like I said,
she was pretty woozy.

Maybe she fell?

- Why don't you
take me to your club,

and you can show me?

[uneasy music]

- Okay, yeah,
now that you mention it,

it was Gabe's birthday,

but everyone was in good
spirits, having fun, high.

- High enough to throw
a girl down the stairs.

- Tara?
[scoffs]

I heard she took a tumble.

- Yeah, you saw that?

- No, I didn't see anything.

- How far was she up
those steps when she fell?

- I'm not sure.

- Okay, well, I'd like to see
the security footage.

- I'm sorry, cameras weren't
turned on last night.

Private event.

- Then I need
to see the guest list.

- Gabe doesn't spy
on his friends.

- Gabe?
He'd never hurt anyone.

- No? How'd you get
that black eye?

- Babysitting for my niece.

- Uh-huh.

- Gabe treats us all great.

You can't ask
for a better boss.

He hears Tara's hurt?

I'm sure he'll
take care of her.

- No witnesses,
no security footage,

no credit card receipts,
nothing?

- It was a private party.
Everything was on the house.

- Gabe Navarro's the boss.

They're afraid, or paid off,
or both.

This girl, Tara--
she's telling the truth.

- What do we know about her?

- Tara Reilly.
She's from the Bronx.

Went to LaGuardia High School.

Been trying to make it
to Broadway.

And now she might be
in a wheelchair

for the rest of her life.
- Nobody saw a thing?

- Guy like this?
His club, his rules.

And he's arrogant.
- [sighs]

- Is he arrogant enough
to take a call?

[phone buzzes]
- Hello?

Tara?
How'd you get this number?

Go wait outside.

- You don't have
to talk to her.

Nobody here said
anything to the cops.

- Know thine enemy.

- I made a few calls.
SVU's got nothing.

But just be careful
what you say.

- What am I, an idiot?
You're excused.

What do you want?
- I'm sorry, Gabe.

I, uh--I was in a bad mood.

I should have given you
what you wanted

for your birthday.
- Yeah, you should've.

- You're right.
It's all my fault.

When you pushed me
down the stairs,

I got pretty hurt.

- That's tough.

Young girl like you,
you should have come to me

instead of going
to the cops.

- I didn't call the cops!

They came to the hospital.
I was drugged, I was groggy.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, they've been
all over my club today.

I can't have that.

Are they listening in
right now?

- No!

No.

Listen, Gabe,
I have a lot of medical bills,

and I don't know
what to tell my parents.

- Tell them the truth.

You were drunk as a skunk,
and you fell down the stairs.

- To walk again, Gabe,

I'm gonna need surgery
and rehab.

I don't have insurance.

- Oh, so this is a shakedown.

I pay you off,
and you drop the charges?

- I'm in a wheelchair, Gabe.

[dishes clatter]
- Should have thought of that

before you embarrassed me
in front of my people.

- Is that why you
threw me down the stairs?

- Did I?

'Cause I got 20 guests

who'll say you
slipped and fell.

And I'm not paying any bills.

Keep this up,
maybe I pay for your funeral.

- That won't play well
to a jury.

- Well let's go!
- Yeah.

- Good job.

[dramatic music]

- Gabe Navarro.

- Get the hell out of my club.

- You're under arrest.
- For what?

- For rape.

And attempted murder
of Tara Reilly.

- That's lying whore?
I'm not going anywhere.

- No?

Well, so you know,

I'm gonna fire two shots.

- Oh, go ahead.
They're bulletproof.

- You want to test that theory?

I'm gonna give you
a couple of seconds

to rethink that.

- I think I'm in love.

- Get him out of here.

♪

- Is that why you
threw me down the stairs?

- Did I?
'Cause I got 20 guests

who'll say you
slipped and fell.

And I'm not paying any bills.

Keep this up,
maybe I pay for your funeral.

- Sounds like a confession
and motive to me.

A jury hears that--
- Jury?

Slow this down.

I barely even know
who this girl is.

She gets hurt,
who knows how,

she sees a rich, powerful man,

decides to blame him for it.

- Well, her clothes were torn,

and she had strangulation marks
on her neck.

- Yeah.
My client's not proud of this,

but he may have had
a consensual sexual moment

with this girl.
- Of course, he did.

- She was drunk.
I was drunk.

She wanted to make me happy
on my birthday.

We had a quickie.
She kind of egged me on.

- Is that how you got
those scratches on your hand?

- You want to check my back?

You're a lady,
so you wouldn't understand,

but some women like it
fast and rough.

- That's your story?

That it got so rough
she fell down the stairs?

- I don't know
anything about that.

Like I said,
she was drunk.

- Well, how'd she end up
in the alley, then?

- Maybe an overeager busboy
thought she OD'd, I don't know.

Did anybody from the club
see anything?

- We're still talking
to people.

- That's a no.

Word of advice:
my client is targeted often.

You'll see,
when push comes to shove,

the charges never stick.

- Well, there's always
a first time.

- Look, I'm completely
innocent,

but this is bad
for my business.

What can I offer
to make this thing go away?

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Are you bribing
an NYPD captain?

♪

- This ends with me
walking out of here.

- Does it?

- Your time is valuable.
My time is valuable.

I'm just cutting
to the chase.

- You do not want
to be sued for false arrest.

- Threats and bribery.

Wow, you two are old school.
- Wow, see?

You get me.
I feel if we met

under different circumstances--

When this is over,
you come down to the club.

Everything on the house.

- When this is over?

Sweetheart, we're just
getting started.

- Why don't I
give you two some privacy?

- What's this?

This is a DNA collection.

This is Gabe.
He likes it rough.

- Hey, he's in there.

Gabe Navarro's DNA pops
on Tara Reilly's rape kit.

Under her fingernails,
traces of pre-ejaculate--

- Yeah, he got
in front of that.

He claimed consensual.
- But that's not the big news.

We found his DNA
on two other rape kits.

One's from a vic in Miami
three years ago.

- Did she name Navarro?

- She was found unconscious,
brain damage.

No memory of the attack.
- What about the other?

- A Jane Doe from a year ago.

And she was found under a pier,
Brighton Beach.

Strangled.
Drowned.

- This guy's a serial.

- Who caught the case?

- Jane Doe.

I called her Tiny Dancer.

- Brooklyn Homicide
never ID'd her?

- I'm not sure
they tried that hard.

I told them,
check the strip clubs.

She had breast implants.

Traced them back
to a Czech manufacturer

who sold them to
a cosmetic surgery outfit

in Moscow.

Turned out to be
just a post box.

- What happened to her?
- What didn't happen?

This animal fractured
her pelvis,

broke her eye socket...

She was so badly beaten,

it was hard to determine
cause of death.

[quiet dramatic music]

You gotta get him
off the street.

♪

- So no one backed me up?
Not even Jules?

I get it.
Everyone's afraid of Gabe,

even you guys.
- No, not us.

Look, we know that
you're not his only victim.

- But you are
our only witness.

Now, with his DNA on your kit,
your torn clothing,

your injuries, the tape
from that controlled call,

we have a very solid case.

- Tara, you should also know

that the defense is going
to claim consensual.

- I wanted to end up
in a wheelchair?

A jury's gonna believe that?

- Not if you testify.
- I will.

If Gabe thinks he's going
to get away

with what he did to me,
screw him.

- That's all I need to hear,
Tara.

I'm gonna bring this
to a grand jury tomorrow.

- I'll go get you
a ride home, okay?

- I'll get the door.
- Thanks.

- So now what?

Keep working
on the other cases.

- Put Navarro in Miami,
put him in Brighton Beach.

And all the people
at the night club

who didn't see a thing,

let's up the pressure on them.

Find out who had outstanding
warrants, IRS issues,

whatever it takes.
- Okay.

Captain Benson.

What?
I see.

Well I'm with ADA Carisi now,
so we'll head down there.

Oh, I understand, Sergeant,
but this is our case.

Okay, well, we're on our way.

Son of a bitch!

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Thanks for meeting us.

- Sergeant Bell,
what's going on?

- Where's Gabe Navarro?
- Let me explain.

- Elliot.
- Liv.

You're not gonna like this.

- Gabe Navarro has been
on our radar

for over a dozen years.

Born in Puglia.
Italian father, Russian mother.

Grew up with one foot
in Bensonhurst

and the other
in Brighton Beach.

- But you couldn't tell me
that you were undercover?

- No, Liv, I couldn't.

- Navarro has
four legit passports,

multiple aliases,

and ties to
criminal organizations

in Italy, Eastern Europe,
and Russia.

- I texted you.
- So I wouldn't think

that you ghosted me? Again?

- Liv, let's not go into that.
- [clears throat]

- He's basically involved
in everything:

arms, drugs, sex trafficking.

Navarro and I--we crossed paths
in Naples a few years back.

Tried to get a warrant on him,

but he slipped
out of the country.

- We suspect Navarro's
the advisor

to one of the most notorious
international fugitives

on our wanted list,
Anton Popkov.

Popkov jumped bail
ten years ago,

hasn't set foot
in this country since.

Questions?
- I don't care

who Gabe Navarro
is friends with.

He just raped
a 25 year-old woman

and then pushed her
down the stairs.

She may be paralyzed for life.

And we have DNA evidence

connecting him to two other
unsolved rapes, and one murder.

- And I've got
a grand jury

that's gonna hear
all of this tomorrow.

- That won't be happening.

I understand your concern,
Captain.

But how long have
you been at SVU?

You may not be seeing
the bigger picture here.

- Agent Clay, if I may.

Captain, Navarro wants
to speak to Detective Stabler.

We want to see
where that goes.

- This might be a win
for all of us.

You brought in a guy
we've been tracking for years.

You got him
dead to rights.

We've just never had leverage
on Navarro like this before.

- He's on the hook
for rape and murder.

This is our case.

Not OC's, not FBI's.

- This was our case.

Now I have to tell
the Eighth Floor

that we're not taking this
to the grand jury tomorrow.

- My bet?
Is that they knew ahead of us.

- Counselor, I'm sorry.
- Oh, are you?

So am I.

[somber music]

♪

- So what's going on, Elliot?

Radio silence
for three months?

- Yeah, my sergeant's orders.

Car that ran you
off the road,

Crash Investigations
ever find anything?

- No, they didn't.

According to them,
it was a drunk driver.

- How are you doing?

- Had to have surgery,
but I'm okay.

- How are you?

- I'm a little salty
about this too.

I didn't want it
to get all turfy.

- I meant about
being undercover.

Are you able
to see your kids?

- Yeah, now and again.
They're doing okay.

It's kind of nice
to not be me for a while.

- Detective.

Navarro has dismissed
his counsel.

He just wants
to talk to you.

Man to man.
- Not unless I'm in the room.

- It's your call.

- She's the captain.
It's actually her call.

- [speaking Italian]

Nice beard, Stabler.

- Nice to see you too, Gabe.

- And you've met my friend,
the lovely Captain Benson.

You know, she pointed her gun
at my balls.

- And I should have
pulled the trigger.

How about we get started?

- Short leash, huh, pal?

- So why don't you tell him
what you did

to your girl Tara?
- Is that still an issue?

I figure I give something
to Detective Stabler

and that'd go away,
one way or the other.

- Oh, bad news, Gabe.

This is way more
than that one girl

taking a slip and fall.

- That girl.

I heard she's
not talking anymore.

She barely knows
what day it is.

- So you know her.

- How about her?

- Doesn't look like
she's talking either.

[laughs]

- You think that's funny?

Do you think this
is funny, Gabe?

We have your DNA on all three
of these women's bodies.

You're looking at rape,
attempted murder,

and murder.

- Maybe I should have
called my lawyer.

- Yeah, but you didn't.
You called me.

Why?

- I'm not confessing to
anything, but you know me.

I can be reasonable.

One hand washes the other,

assuming this bitch
signs off.

- Am I not your friend anymore,
Gabe?

- Captain, why don't you leave
us boys alone in here,

turn off the camera?

You don't want to get
your hands dirty.

- Nah, I think I'm good.
I'll watch.

- Well she's got yours
in a box, huh?

I guess sometimes
you can't buy a break.

- [sighs]
- Captain, you were right.

There's nothing to trade here.
This is a waste of time.

- I will call the ADA.

Gabe, have fun
at your perp walk.

- I'll be leaking it
to the press

that you're cooperating.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
come on, hey.

Don't do that.
Listen to me.

I was gonna tell you
something in private.

You guys interested
in Anton Popkov?

- What about him?

- The king is having
a sit-down tomorrow

with all of his horses
and all of his men.

- Are you included in that?
- Yeah.

- Well, he hasn't set foot
in the United States

in over ten years.
So what's he doing?

Zooming it in from Corsica?

- No, he's gonna be there.

- He'll be where?
In Queens. At his house.

- So you're just gonna
walk us in?

- Not exactly.

- A sit-down at Popkov's house.

I think if this guy
were in the country,

the FBI would know about him.
Navarro is playing you.

- Maybe. But Popkov was at
his party on Friday night.

- You're taking
his word for it?

- Actually, it was my vic,
Tara.

ID'd a photo of Popkov
as one of the guys

that was in his booth
that night.

- And Navarro's just agreed
to give up his boss?

What if Popkov
doesn't go quietly?

- Because Navarro set up
the security system

at the compound.

He's gonna give us codes,
contingency plans--

- Assuming we can trust him.

- Well, TARU has already
verified his address in Queens.

They've set up
preliminary surveillance,

and we can be ready
to move in with a team

as soon as tomorrow.
- We?

- SVU's gonna be part
of that team.

- Whoa, hold on.
Too many cooks.

- Popkov is
a known escape artist.

And as you said,

you didn't even know
that he was here.

I'm not risking
letting Navarro slip away.

Trust, but verify.

[dramatic music]

♪

- They okayed the raid.
It's good news, Liv.

- Is it?

What does Navarro
want in return?

- I don't have the details.

But I've been told,
everything is moving

in the right direction.
We just have to focus

on getting Popkov.

Liv, I give you my word,
I got your back on this.

Trust me.

- I guess I'll have to.

- Katsidis, Falcone,
Dusic, Medvedev.

That's Orlov kissing everyone.

- You expecting anyone else?
- That's everyone.

- And we're sure that
Popkov is still inside?

Nobody's tipped him off?
- Check his surveillance feed.

He's probably stirring
his borscht as we speak.

- Don't oversell it.

- Gabe, let's go.
Showtime.

- I need a promise first.

- Wanna hear this.
- Do they need to hear it?

- Oh, Gabe,
we're all family here.

- You can't let
Popkov know I betrayed him.

You gotta make it look good.

- So you want me to
make it look like

I'm arresting a total scumbag
who doesn't deserve to live?

I can do that.

- There goes months
of counseling down the drain.

- Let's go.
See you on the other side.

- Navarro giving up Popkov.

You have any idea what
he was promised in return?

- No, U.S. attorneys
have the case.

My understanding,
if he doesn't deliver Popkov,

he's out of luck.
- And if he does?

- He's getting charged
with two rapes and a murder.

The only thing that should
be on the table

is how and where
he does his time.

- This is a hell
of a big risk

for a bigger cell
in a country club prison.

- What'd Stabler say?

- [sighs]
He told me to trust him.

- So tell me this, Agent Clay.

How do we know he's not
walking us into an ambush?

- Well, so far, everything
Navarro says checks out.

He hijacked
Popkov's security systems.

NYPD drone has him lounging
at the pool an hour ago.

- I still don't like this.

- We got a tracker
on Navarro,

we know he's inside, so,
we go, he goes.

- Okay, hope to see
you guys later.

- You okay, Detective?

For what it's worth,
an operation this size

can get a little chaotic.

- Yeah, I know all about chaos.
I got two kids under ten.

When's the last time
you fired that thing?

- Oh, don't worry about me.

- Okay. Just most of
the feebies I've met...

paper pushers.

- You guys done?
ESU's ready to move out.

- Ech.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Let's go.

♪

[door crashes]

- What you do to the door?

- NYPD. get your hands
where I can see them.

- FBI, where's Anton Popkov?

- Down that hall.
They're having lunch.

[distant yell]

- Clear.

- Whoa, whoa, what the hell?
We're eating here.

- Hands, hands where
I can see them.

- You know the drill,
assume the position.

- Where's Popkov?

- That's funny.
He was here a minute ago.

Must have stepped out.

- We're in the basement.
No sign of Alpha.

Repeat, no sign of Alpha.

- Does anyone at the FBI

know their ass
from their elbows?

- We know Alpha's here
somewhere.

- [scoffs]
Somewhere.

That's what you got?
Somewhere?

- Rollins!

Check the perimeter
and grounds.

- You guys done?

Can we finish our lunch now?

- What do you got?
- It's a crawl space.

Leads to some kind of tunnel.

- After you.

♪

- [sighs]
Oh.

- Yeah.

- Oh.

[engine revving]

Okay, then.
- You hear that?

- Yeah.
- And they're gone.

[energetic electronic music]

♪

[sirens wailing]

- Get off the bike!
- Off the bike!

- Get off the bike, now!

Show me your hands!

Get on the ground.
- Hands up, now!

- Do it!

- Hands up where
we can see them!

- Get on the ground.
- Now. On the ground.

[gunshot]
- Ah!

- Shots fired!
Shots fired!

♪

- What the hell just happened?

- Son of a bitch
tried to shoot me.

- Or was that you guys
trying to make it look good?

Rollins, we got them both.
Navarro's been shot.

- Copy that.

- A joint operation
between the FBI

and NYPD's Organized
Crime Division

resulted in
the apprehension yesterday

of Anton Ivanovic Popkov
and five of his associates.

- Popkov, known as
"Boss of Bosses"

to all Russian mafia
syndicates,

is commonly referred
to by authorities

as one of the most dangerous
criminals in the world.

- He has been on the FBI's
and Interpol's

Most Wanted List

for over a decade.

Mr. Popkov was arrested
without incident

at his home
in Whitestone, Queens.

- I'd like to see what
"with incident" looks like.

Stabler shot
a cooperative witness.

- Navarro pulled a gun.

It's not like he's
gonna sue NYPD.

- Now the Feds are grabbing
all the credit?

- SVU's official involvement

would compromise
Navarro's cover.

So apparently they need him
for other cases.

- What about our case?

- Carisi is not
taking any chances.

He's at the hospital,
arraigning Navarro now.

- Good.
[phone buzzes]

- Carisi.

- Liv, I don't know
how to tell you this,

but Gabe Navarro
is not at Mercy.

- Where is he?

- The uni on guard said that
they brought him to his room

after the surgery,
but an hour later,

U.S. Marshals showed up

and said they were
taking him into custody

pursuant to a federal warrant.

- What the hell
does that mean?

- It means Stabler lied to us,
and we were played.

- God damn it.

- Captain, if you're looking
for Detective Stabler,

he's not here.
- Oh, I'm getting that.

His cell's going straight
to voicemail,

and your uni downstairs
is a pretty bad liar.

- Actually, we're looking
for Gabe Navarro.

Does the FBI have any idea
where he is?

- We do.

- Okay, where?
Arizona? Oregon? Florida?

- I can't tell you that.
You know how this works.

It's above all our pay grades.

- So that's it, Sergeant?

You just went along
with all this?

Because of SVU, Anton Popkov
is going away for life.

- Oh, for the greater good!
Of course.

Because I respect you,

I'm gonna pretend
that you never said that.

- Look, we're on the same team.
- Are we?

'Cause it certainly
doesn't feel like it.

Let me ask you a question.

Was Stabler anywhere
near the room

when Navarro's deal
was being cut?

- Can't tell you that either.

But I am sorry that
you guys got screwed.

Now, if you excuse us,

we have some interviews
we have to do.

- Of course.

Sergeant, I can't imagine
how busy you are.

- I'm furious!
- So am I!

- You talked to Stabler?

- Yes, from his burner cell,

before he went back
under cover,

and he swore to me

that he did not know Navarro
was being put in WITSEC.

- You believe him?
He shot the guy.

- He swore that
he just reacted,

and that it wasn't part
of a bigger plan.

- 'Cause we know,
even if Navarro

goes into Witness Protection,

that guy's not gonna stop
assaulting women.

Bell, Stabler--
they don't care about that!

- Stabler used to.

Rollins, he was in SVU
before I was.

- He's been gone for ten years.

- And I've had ten more years
of disclosures,

and ten more years
of hospital calls,

and morgue visits, and--

He never even met Tara.

- So even if it wasn't his call
to let Navarro go,

it sure as hell makes it easier
to go along with.

- He told me to trust him.

And I know him.
Better than anyone.

- You used to.

- No, I understand.

Yeah, standing by
if anything changes.

The Eighth Floor says
they know nothing

about any deal Gabe Navarro
made, where he is,

or if he's ever
gonna go to trial.

- Do you believe them?
Sorry, stupid question.

- Does it feel to you
like I've been here before?

- The Feds swooping in
and taking your case?

Couple times, yeah.

Sure you want to be
an ADA still?

- What does that mean?

- They're short-staffed at SVU.

- Right, so I should go back
to being a cop?

Is this your way
of breaking up with me?

- I'm not breaking up
with you.

No, but, it's just--

the past few months,
there's been so many changes.

I feel like I've got vertigo.

I don't know what's real
and what's not.

- Oh, change will do that.
- Yeah.

You don't go anywhere.
- I won't.

- The Feds took Gabe?

You said he was going to trial.

You told me that
he killed a woman.

- He did.

- And you let him get away
with that too?

- Turns out, Tara,

that Gabe was more connected
than we even knew.

- You are supposed
to be protecting me,

not him.

- I'm sorry, Tara.

This was not my call,
believe me.

But I want you to know

that this isn't over,
and I am not giving up.

- He rapes me,
puts me here.

I have to figure out
how I'm going to walk again,

let alone sing and dance.

And you can't help me
with any of that.

Can you?

[wolf howls]