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male narrator: 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.

[rousing classical music]

♪

[cheers and applause]

- Ladies and gentlemen,

Belle Donne.

[laughter]

- Hey, Rollins, sorry I'm late.
- Hey.

- And who's this
charming young man?

- Sonny Carisi, ma'am.

- Oh, thank you for coming.
Champagne?

- Yeah, sure.
- Here you go.

- You can put that over there.
- Okay.

- Oh, Mom, it's still early.

- But it's a special occasion,

and I do so love champagne,
all those little bubbles.

Don't worry, I'm gonna have
a diet cola after every glass.

Promise.

- 'Cause that works.

- I think it is so great
that you've come here

to help Amanda with the baby.

- Well, I know that she wouldn't
want to miss very much work,

not when there's a possibility
of that sergeant's job.

- Mama.
- Well, you told me

that Ms. Benson was promoted
to lieutenant,

and that you were gonna--
- Amanda would be great,

but the new sergeant is coming,

well, tomorrow, actually.

- Tomorrow?
- Yeah.

Oh. Well, maybe that's
for the best.

You can focus on being a mother.

- Yeah.

[electronic music]

♪

- Mr. Smith?

- Well, hello.

You must be Savannah.
- Hello.

Call me Anton.

- Okay.

- What a surprise.

For once, a girl who's
prettier than her picture.

- [chuckles]

What are you drinking?

- Oh, don't you have
a minibar in your room?

- New York.

Everyone's in such a rush.

- I just like to
get...comfortable.

[tense music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- Hey, Amanda,

your mom seemed really nice.
- Doesn't she?

- Yeah. Having her here
must be a relief.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, did you like

the heated diaper wipes caddy
thing I got you?

'Cause my sister,
she swears by that.

- That was you?
Ah.

That must be our new sergeant.

- Dodds' oldest son, huh?

- Wonder how he got this job.

- Privilege to meet you,
Lieutenant.

My father speaks
very highly of you.

- You too.
We're lucky to have you.

- He's got plenty of experience,
Anti-Crime, Crown Heights.

- Okay, Dad.
- Before that, Special Forces.

He signed up out of college,
right after 9/11.

Can't tell you
how proud I am of this kid.

- Yeah, thanks,
but I am new to special vics.

I know I have a lot to learn.

- It is--it's a whole
different world here.

- Hey, Deputy Chief,
sorry to interrupt.

- Detective Rollins,
meet Sergeant Dodds.

- How are you?
- Hi there.

- What's going on?
- Just got a call.

Alessandra Bay,
she's the lead violinist

for this group, Belle Donne,

was assaulted in her room
last night at the Park Milano.

It's all right if I meet Fin
and Carisi down there?

- Aren't you on desk duty,
Detective?

- Yes, sir,
but it's a four-star hotel.

- Rollins, how about you
and Sergeant Dodds stay here,

hold down the fort.

- Better idea,
take Mike with you.

- Yeah, no time
like the present.

- Okay then.

- Son, sink or swim.

- The vic's name
is Alessandra Bay.

The maid found her on the floor.

Hotel security called 911.
EMTs are with her right now.

- Are we pulling
security footage?

- And the key card logs.
- You know what,

head of security here
is an old friend of my dad's.

You can tell him Mike Dodds
needs that footage ASAP.

- It's taken care of.

- If the vic's conscious,

I can take a statement
before she goes to the ER.

- It's called a disclosure.

How about we talk
to her together, huh?

- It was late.

I heard banging
and yelling outside,

and when I opened the door,

he just charged in.

He was just out of his mind,

grabbing at me.

- What happened next?

- I started screaming at him
to stop.

And he, uh, he covered my mouth,

and he just pushed me
to the ground.

God, I-I couldn't breathe.

[coughing]

- Let me get you some water.
- No, no, no, don't.

There could be DNA.

- Oh, okay.

- Okay.

You okay, Ms. Bay?

- [crying softly]
- Okay.

Can you tell me
what happened next?

- He...
[sniffs]

He threw me to the floor...

Then he raped me,

and then I passed out.

- This man,
can you describe him?

- Yes.

Yes, I know him.

It was Anton.

His name is Anton Krasnikov.

He's--he's touring with us.

[somber music]

♪

- Anton Krasnikov?

- Yes?
- NYPD.

- You got here fast.

I just called 911.

My flute is missing.
- Your flute?

- $50,000 Miyazawa.

Someone ransacked my room
while I slept.

My flute is gone.

- Your flute, right, right.

- Tell you what, why don't you
come down to the station.

We'll file a report.

[door opens]

- Okay, Mr. Krasnikov,

we put out an APB on your lost
flute to all pawn shops.

- Not lost.
Stolen.

- Uh-huh. All right,
let's retrace last night.

Now, you performed
with a violin group, right?

- Yes, Belle Donne, at Denali.

Great audience,
thunderous ovation.

They love my flute here.

- And you brought your flute
with you back to the hotel?

- Of course I did,
straight to my room.

- What happened after that?

- Went to the bar
for a nightcap.

- With the ladies
you performed with.

They stay in the same hotel?

- Yes,

but they stick to themselves.

I met a--a fan.

- Fan.
Fan got a name?

- Uh, Savannah, maybe.

- Did Savannah come up
to your room?

- Listen,
I'm a happily married man.

Please, don't write
this part down.

She came up for one more drink.

- Okay, we get it.

- Okay, what happened next?

- We had our drink
from the minibar.

With the jet lag,
I must have fallen asleep.

I woke up.
She was gone.

So was my flute.

- And you stayed
in your room all night?

You didn't see any women
from the quartet?

- No, and I'm not sure what
bearing this has on the matter.

- Not even Alessandra Bay?

- Not even her. Why,
did someone take her violin?

- She was assaulted.
- Oh, my God. What happened?

- We think
you know what happened.

- What do you mean?

- Well, she told us that you
were the one who attacked her.

- That's ridiculous.
She's on a different floor.

- Oh, you know what floor
she was on?

- Well, we checked in together.

- You didn't come back together?

You didn't go into her room
and rape her?

- Rape her?
That's impossible.

Why would someone
like me need to rape anyone?

Do you know who I am?

I have 200 performances
booked around the world

in the next year.
I would never jeopardize that.

- I see.
He's a celebrity.

How could he possibly
rape anyone?

- The guy is

an internationally-renowned
flautist.

I mean, he was honored
by the King of Sweden.

He's an ambassador
for UN charities.

He's got no record,
impeccable reputation.

- Rollins, do you remember
your first case here?

It was the Italian diplomat.

- He just-- I think if he were
guilty, he'd be more guarded.

Just his whole affect doesn't
exactly match the profile.

- He may not fit the profile,

but that is his naked,
Russian ass

pounding on Alessandra's door
at 2:30 in the morning.

He stays 15 minutes,

then he wanders back out again,
out of breath,

still naked as a jaybird.

You wanna watch?

- No, I'll take
your word for it.

- He is completely out of it.

I mean, he is walking
the halls completely naked.

I know she's a victim,
but he may be too.

- Okay, so we have to send him
to the hospital to get swabbed,

so we'll have them do blood
and urine as well.

- I'll secure the room too.

CSU can check it
for drug residue.

- Okay.
- And prints, maybe off a glass

that she gave him 'cause we
need to figure out who this fan

was that he hooked up with.
- Yeah. And, Dodds...

- Yeah.
- Have your friend in security

pull the footage
from Anton's floor.

- On it, Lieutenant.

- Anton wasn't lying
about the flute.

It just showed up
in a Harlem pawn shop.

- Good.
Pawn shops have cameras.

Did they send any footage?
- Yeah.

I'm opening the file now.

- What do you got?

- It's still--it's buffering.

I'll try it on my laptop.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Oh, don't do this to me, Kim.

- Liv said you got a hit from
that pawn shop surveillance.

- No, I couldn't
open the file.

- You couldn't open up the file?
You send it to TARU?

- Why? Anton's good
for the assault.

- No doubt.

Dude couldn't
remember a thing.

That girl drugged him,
played his flute,

and stole his flute.

- Fin, he's--
he's not a victim.

- You sure there's nothing
on that video?

- No, nothing.
I told you.

- You okay?

- I'm just a little hungry.

Walk me to the break room?

- Sure.

Your sister?

Did you know she was
in New York?

- Of course not. I--
[scoffs]

Son of a bitch, that's why
my mom kept talking about her,

wanting us all to be together.

- You gotta stay away.

You know last time
she set you up.

If you try to help her now,

she's gonna
take you down for good,

and you got to tell Liv.

- I can't.

Especially not
with mini-Dodds hovering around.

He'd go straight
to his daddy or IAB.

- They're gonna
wanna see the footage.

You know I don't get in trouble.

- Stall them.

My mother must know
where she is.

Those two have always
been thick as thieves,

and I will bring Kim in myself.

[tense music]

- All right.

♪

- My buddy at the hotel
said he recognized Anton's date.

Working girl.
- Okay,

so see if he has footage
from the bar.

- Rollins is doing
facial recognition

on the video from the pawn shop.

- Everything okay with her?
She seemed a little off.

- She hadn't had lunch.

I sent her to get a bite.

- What about the footage?

Maybe Anton can I.D. this girl.

- Well, there's some kind
of tech glitch.

It shouldn't be long.

- All right, in the meantime,
we know she's a hooker.

If he comes clean on that,

maybe it'll loosen him up.

How long will the DNA take?
- Depends.

You know what?

Tell him we already have it.

- Mom, do not lie to me.

Where is Kim?

- Well, honey, how would I know?

- I know you've been
in touch with her.

- You sound stressed, and that
can't be good for the baby.

- Kim is in the city.
There's an APB out on her.

She robbed a john last night.

- APB? John?

I mean,
what does that even mean?

- It means you tell her
that she either meets me now,

or the cops
are gonna take her down,

and, Mama, I know
you don't want any headlines

in the paper about your daughter
being a prostitute.

Get her to show, okay?

- Well, I'll see what I can do
to get a message to her,

all right?

Kim?
- Mm.

- Are you in some kind
of trouble?

- Oh, please, Mama.
You know Amanda.

She's always putting me down,
so she can build herself up.

- Well, she sounds
pretty upset.

I think you're gonna
have to talk to her.

- What?

This is not possible.

- That's not you,
Mr. Krasnikov?

- I don't remember this.

- Okay, when you took your fan
back to the room,

you had a drink
from the minibar.

Now, you remember
who poured that?

- Now that you mention it,
she did.

I must have been drugged.

- Okay.

But that is you in the picture.

- It is.

But--but rape?

I would never.

[tense music]

♪

Do I need to call a lawyer
or someone from my embassy?

- Yeah, you can do that,
but listen,

if you're telling the truth,
that you got drugged,

then the best thing
is to let us take you to the ER,

so we can run some tests.

Also, you're gonna have
to tell us

how you got in touch
with this escort.

- I don't want my wife
to find out.

- We have enough
to arrest you right now.

She's definitely gonna
find out about that.

If you work with us,
we'll try and work with you.

It's your call, Mr. Krasnikov.

- He found her
through Craigslist,

paid cash,
and used a fake name.

Good luck.

- Luck is the residue of design.

I called the number, booked
an afternoon date with Savannah.

I hope I didn't overstep.

- It's just--I'm more interested
in closing out the rape case

than I am tracking down
some escort.

- If we don't find her, though,

he could claim that NYPD
ignored exculpatory evidence.

- Okay. General note,
I prefer being kept in the loop.

- My dad says I'm here
to take pressure off of you,

but if you're not
comfortable delegating,

I can respect that.

- It's day one,
so for the time being,

let's--let's check in
with each other.

- Kim.

- Wow, Amanda.

You are so big.

- What the hell is going on?

How long have you been
in New York?

- You having twins or what?

- Sit down.

Sit down
and you're gonna shut up,

and you're gonna listen
for the first time in your life.

You are in serious trouble.

- For that warrant, still?
- Yeah, that too.

But also that Russian guy
that you rolled last night.

- What are you talking about?

- The one whose flute
you pawned.

After you drugged him,
he came to,

and he raped a woman
in his hotel.

- I didn't drug him,
and he gave me that flute.

- Stop. Just stop it.
- He did.

- It's over, Kim, and I want
you to come in with me.

I want you to turn yourself in.

I will get you a good lawyer,
but you've got to--

- Well, isn't this a sight
for sore eyes.

- Mama, you can't be here
right now.

- We are discussing serious
police and legal business.

- Well, it's my business too.
- I--

- And...both of you girls
need your mother right now.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Savannah.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I know who you want, but you're
making a big mistake, pal.

I mean...

Melora here
is a much better girl.

You told him
you'll do anything, right?

- Yeah, and then he says
to call you.

- Yeah, I'm not settling.

I want Savannah--no offense.
My ex is a redhead.

- Savannah's taking
a personal day,

and you're gonna pay
for Melora's time one way

or another.

We understand each other?

- Yeah, yeah, we do, we do.

NYPD. Drop the blade
and put your hands up.

- Unless you wanna get shot
right now.

- Melora didn't do anything,
and you didn't pay anything,

so what the hell is this,
some kind of shakedown?

How much?

- That's attempted
bribery right there.

- We wanna talk
to talk to Savannah.

You get her here,
this goes away.

- What did she do?
- She rolled a john last night,

stole his $50,000 flute.

- She did what?

- I told you not to trust her.
- Shut up.

- Text her, Slice.

- All right, all right.

- I'm in trouble?

You're the one
that's knocked up,

and I bet you don't even know
who the father is.

- Now, Kim, that's not nice.

All I ask is that my daughters
get along.

- Mama, she shot my boyfriend.

- You set me up.
- You pulled the trigger,

and I've been on the run
because of it.

- You ran out
on a warrant, Kim.

You cleaned out
my entire apartment.

[cell phone chimes]
- All right, that's enough.

Now, I'm going to go
find us some cocktails.

When I get back, I expect you
all to be better behaved.

- Okay, Mama.

What did you think
was gonna happen, Kim?

You're wanted for manslaughter
in New York,

and you're here turning tricks.

I mean, really?
Do you know NYPD has ID'd you?

I've seen you, so you gotta
come with me voluntarily,

or I gotta arrest you.

- You wouldn't do that.
You'll break Mama's heart.

[cell phone chimes]
And if you'll excuse me,

my agent's texted me,
like, four times.

- Your agent.
You mean your pimp?

- Oh, you know what,
New York has made you so hard.

- Yeah.
- I'm outta here.

- No, you're not going anywhere.

- I am too.

I've always been
faster than you.

Now you're carrying
all that extra weight.

- Stop right there.
- Or what?

You gonna shoot me here
in cold blood?

- You know what,
they're gonna find you.

- Like last time?

I'm pretty good at disappearing.

Tell Mama I say good-bye.

- Where's Savannah?
- I don't know.

She's not calling me back.
Look, I'm basically Uber.

These girls
are independent contractors,

and this one,
she's got a mind of her own.

- Why is Sergeant Mike wasting
time talking to mini-pimp?

- Because mini-pimp claims

that he can deliver the girl
who rolled Anton.

- So what?
The DNA reports just came in.

Anton raped Alessandra,
so he's done, and we're done.

- Okay, it's Dodds' first week.

I can't shut down every idea
that he has.

- I'll do it.

- Fin, I asked you to take
the sergeant's exam.

You told me you that you
wanted no part it, okay,

so here's where we are.

- You need to give us
her number.

- Help yourself.
It's a burner cell.

There's no GPS.

She don't answer my calls,

I doubt she's
gonna answer yours,

so can I get the hell
out of here now?

- Call her from yours again.

You're stuck here
until she shows.

- You know what,
before I call her,

maybe I call my lawyer?

[knocks on glass]
- You said the magic words.

Wait here.

- You wanna lawyer up, Slice?
You go ahead.

You're free to do that,
but you're on my list now,

and I'm free to follow you, tap
your phone, question your girls.

- Come on, man.

I ain't a bad guy.
She stole from me too.

- Then find her.

If you don't, I don't care
what bus you get on,

what hole you crawl into.

I will track you down

and pull your testicles
out through your throat.

[knocks on glass]

He's this close
to giving me the girl.

- Let Slice go.
We don't care about the escort.

- Look, the DNA came back.

We're charging Anton with rape.

- Wait, even if he was drugged?

- If his defense wants to argue
that, they are welcome to.

We have made best efforts
to find the girl.

Nobody can say that we didn't.
- All right.

Well, we should at least
get a still from the pawn shop,

make a wanted poster,
send it to DCPI.

Rollins must have got
a hit from TARU by now.

- They're backed up.
She went down there herself.

- She did?

Good.

Okay. Until then,

how about you two tell Anton
that he needs a lawyer.

Hold up, Fin.
What's going on with Rollins?

Is there something
I need to know?

- How's that?

- I appreciate you having
your partner's back.

Get her in here now.

- I'm telling you,
she slipped me something.

Haven't you found that girl?

- We're working with her pimp.

- Pimp?

Oh, so these are bad people.

- Well, everybody's gotta
make a living, Anton,

but we did find your flute
at a pawn shop.

- Great.

I'm not interested
in pressing charges.

I just need it back.

I have a concert tomorrow
in Montreal.

- Oh, yeah?
You're not making that.

- What are you talking about?

- You're gonna be charged

with the rape
of Alessandra Bay.

- What?

[dramatic music]

♪

I couldn't have done that.

- DNA says you did.
So does she.

- Did you tell her
I was drugged?

I want to talk to her.

- Not happening,
but you do get one phone call.

I'd try a lawyer.

♪

- You recognized your sister
in the surveillance video

from the pawn shop, and you
decided to keep it to yourself.

- Because I thought
the best thing would be

to set up a meeting,

so that I could walk
her in without a struggle.

- But she never showed, right?

- No. Yeah, Fin, she did.
It's okay.

She did show up, but she just
wouldn't listen to me.

- So you just let her go?

- Well,
I couldn't run after her,

and it's not like I'm gonna
pull a gun in the park

and shoot my sister
while my mom's on her way

back from getting mimosas.

- You do realize that you could
be charged as an accomplice,

Amanda.
You could be fired.

And where is your sister now?

- She said
she was going to disappear.

- Good luck.
Little Dodds is like a dog

with a bone over this.

- Can you call that guy off?
'Cause the last thing I need

is him ratting me out
to Dodds Senior.

- No, I can't.
- What--

- Carisi and Dodds
picked up her pimp.

He dimed on Kim when he found
out she stole Anton's flute.

- And who would tell him that?

- Rollins, from now on, all
communication with your family

is to be recorded.
- Yes, ma'am.

- And you better figure out
a way to get Kim in here.

- I tried. I tried to do that.
She will not listen to me.

- Will she listen to your mom?
- I don't know.

- Sorry to interrupt,
Lieutenant.

I need to have a word
with you, privately.

- Can it wait?
- No, not really.

I ran the hotel
surveillance photo of that girl

through facial recognition,
and I got a hit.

[tense music]

♪

- Close the door, please.

♪

I just found out myself.

But Rollins and Fin are gonna
figure out a way to solve this.

♪

Mrs. Rollins,
thank you for coming in.

Have a seat.

Just so you know,
the camera is on,

and this is Sergeant Mike Dodds.

- Oh, the new sergeant.

And you're filming me.

This must be important.
How can I help?

- It's about Kim, Mom.

- Well, she already told us

she has nothing to do
with whatever this is about.

- Ma'am, is this your daughter?

- It could be.

Although I don't know why a girl
with such beautiful blonde hair

would wear a wig like that.

- Mom.

- It's her.

- There's an outstanding
warrant on her,

and she's a suspect
in another crime.

If you don't tell us
where she is,

you'd be harboring a fugitive.

- I'd love to help,
but honestly,

I don't know
where that child went.

- Mrs. Rollins,

a man that she was working
for is very upset.

He thinks she stole his money.

- And if he finds her before
we do, he will hurt Kim.

Do you--
do you understand that?

- I didn't know.

I've tried calling her
since Amanda and I saw her.

- May I see your phone?

What number do you have for her?

- Give him the phone, Mother.

- It's a different number
than her burner cell.

Straight to voicemail.

- Hi, honey, it's your mama.

Can you call me back?

- I'll put a trace on her phone.

[cell phone vibrates]

- It's Kim.

Honey, where are you?

Oh, okay.

Why, it's in my cosmetics bag.

Now listen, Kim, you need to
stay right where you are, okay?

Promise me.

Kim.

She hung up.
- What did she say?

Where is she?

- You're not gonna hurt her,
are you?

- Mrs. Rollins,

you need to tell
us where she is,

right now.

[tense music]

- Okay.

She's at your apartment.

I was kind of putting a little
bit of money aside for her.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- There she is.

- Hey. Slow down, Kim.
- What?

- Hey, slow down.
- Wh--

Kim Rollins,
you're under arrest.

- For what?

- Kim.

- You set me up, Amanda.
- Kim, what happened?

Are you okay?
- I am.

I'm not so sure he is.

- He who?
- Slice. He came after me.

He wanted my money,
but it was all self-defense.

- I'm going upstairs.
- No, not a chance.

You shouldn't even be here.

As of right now, you have to
recuse yourself from the case.

Give me the keys.

Keys.

Fin, Carisi, go.
- On it.

- You always have to be
the good girl, don't you?

Why don't you
let me live my life?

- Kim, I'd advise you
to stop talking.

- NYPD.

- Help me, help me.
[grunting and groaning]

- Slice, what happened?

- She stabbed me.

That crazy bitch
stabbed me in my nuts.

- Did she?

- You're under arrest.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Can you please
take these cuffs off now?

- No. I'll take
her to interrogation.

- Actually, have
somebody else do it.

Get a uni, please.
- Kimmy!

Oh, my God.
- Mama.

- Thank God you're okay.
You've got blood on you.

What did you do to her?

- They didn't do anything
to her, Mama.

She decided to attack her agent.

- He had it coming.
- Carisi called.

Slice is in the ER.

He lost a lot of blood,
but he'll make it.

- Okay, have him wait there
and get his statement. Fin.

Fin, please drive Mrs. Rollins
and Amanda home.

I will talk to Kim.

- If you're gonna do that,
I'm staying here.

- No, you're not.

- It's fine, Amanda.
I can talk.

- Listen, you're gonna
keep your mouth shut

until your sister
gets you a lawyer.

Okay? Please take
her to holding.

Fin, take them home now.

- What about Kimmie?

- She's staying, Mama.
She's under arrest.

- Oh, God.

- Ms. Rollins has nothing
to hide.

We'll answer any questions
about last night's incident.

It's a clear case
of self-defense.

- Okay, okay.

So, Kim...

tell me how we got here.

- Well, Slice kept texting me,

and he was real, real angry.

You should not have
told him about the flute.

So, I had to get
out of town,

and so I gave my money
to my mom,

and she took it
to Amanda's apartment.

- Well, how did he find you?

- Why don't you ask him that?

I mean, he stalked my client.

- Yeah, I mean, he was banging
on that door.

He was so mad, and I tried
to keep him in the hallway,

but he just barged through
and just started beating on me,

so I lied and said that,

you know, the money
was under the couch,

and when he went to look,
I grabbed his knife.

He turned and lunged.

Next thing I know, he's on
the floor, and I was running.

- Was this the money you got
from stealing that flute?

- The flute Mr. Krasnikov
gave you.

- Yeah, it was a gift.
- A gift?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

Well, Let's talk about
your session with Mr. Krasnikov.

- Everything was legal, okay.

They met online.
They went on a date.

- So, Kim, you're saying that

Mr. Krasnikov, after one date,

was so smitten with you

that he gave you
a $50,000 flute?

- Yeah.
[chuckles]

He said it was insured,
you know.

He just wanted to help me
get my life back together,

get me enough
to go back to school,

and, maybe if there was
a little left over,

give it to Amanda and the baby.

- I know, I know.

- Was Mr. Krasnikov sober
when he gave you this flute?

- He'd had a few drinks,
you know, had a couple pills.

- Pills.

Kim, were those your pills?
- No.

He offered,
but I don't do drugs.

I mean, they just make
people do crazy things.

- Okay, Kim.

Why don't we stop here?

- I will defer to Mr. Desappio.
[chuckles]

How he assaulted
that poor woman, I mean,

if he hadn't've done that,

none of us would be
in this situation.

[tense music]

- Anton Krasnikov,

you are charged with rape
in the first degree.

How do you plead?

- My client pleads not guilty,
Your Honor.

Mr. Krasnikov was
under the influence

of an anesthetic narcotic
given to him

without his knowledge or consent
by a known criminal.

- An escort he hired.

She denies administering
anything to him,

and there were no drugs
found in his system.

He was on a sex and drinking
binge that turned violent.

- This is a nightmare.
I don't remember any of this.

- You'll get your chance
to tell that to a jury, sir.

People on bail.
- We request remand.

Mr. Krasnikov is an
international celebrity

here on a travel visa.

He has ample opportunity
and means to flee.

- Mr. Krasnikov is a
universally-respected flautist.

He has to travel to play
concerts and needs his passport.

- We're not chasing him
halfway across the world.

Mr. Krasnikov,
you are remanded without bail.

Next case.

- What does that mean?

[somber music]

♪

Wait!
Lieutenant,

are people actually gonna
buy Anton's drug story?

- I don't know.
- But they just said

that there were no drugs
found in his system.

- That's true, but--
- He knew exactly

what he was doing.

- One thing you don't understand
about my sister is that

she doesn't hear anything
she doesn't want to hear,

especially coming from me.
- I understand.

- So you've made her understand
that if she doesn't take a plea,

she's looking at
a really long stretch?

- Don't worry, Detective.
I've spoken to the ADA.

We're on the same page.
- Okay.

Thanks.

- Has Dodds said anything to you
all about me and Kim?

- Don't worry
about what he says to us.

It's what he says
to his dad that matters.

- Welcome back to New York,
Ms. Rollins.

I see there's an outstanding
warrant on you,

manslaughter
in the second degree

in the death of Jeff Parker.

- Oh, no, I can explain that.
- Ah, no, shh.

- We are additionally charging
Ms. Rollins with grand larceny

in the second degree
and assault in the first degree.

However, in exchange
for a guilty plea on man two,

the people are prepared
to drop the other charges.

- Understood.
Ms. Rollins, how do you plead?

[no audible dialogue]

Ms. Rollins?

- Come on.
- Is there a problem, Counselor?

We're waiting for your plea.

- Not guilty on all charges,
Your Honor.

- This was not my understanding,
Your Honor,

but if this is where we are,
we will proceed on all charges.

- Very well.

As for bail,

Ms. Rollins has been a fugitive
for the last 2 1/2 years.

She is remanded to Rikers
while awaiting trial.

- [whispers]
Thank you so much.

- She skips out on her warrant,

and now she wants
to go to trial?

- My sister, the gift
that keeps on giving.

- Can you imagine the headlines?
- Carisi.

- Mom.

Mom. Hey.

You got to talk to Kim.

She's making a mistake.

- She is? You're the one
who had her arrested,

and you used me
to set up my own daughter.

If you hadn't, she'd be safe
and sound and out of town.

- If we hadn't found Kim,
her pimp could have killed her.

- What are you talking about?

She handled that man just fine.

- No, she did--
- Kim can take care of herself.

This was about you.
- What are you talking about?

- You chose your work
over your family...

- Oh, my God.
- Just like you always have.

- Can we not do this now?

- No, let's not do this at all.

- Why, what do you mean?
Huh?

- I'm sorry, darling.

I came up here to help you,

but it's quite clear
you know what you're doing.

I'd just be in the way.

- Okay, so what,
you're gonna leave?

- I'll be back
for your sister's trial,

and maybe by then,
you will have finally learned

the value of family.

[tense music]

♪

- She's leaving? Now?
- Yeah.

Yeah. She'll be back.
I mean, she's a drama queen.

Where do you think
Kim gets it from?

[coughs]

- Amanda, you okay?

- Yeah.
- You sure?

- Yeah.

- No, you're not.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're taking you to a hospital.

- Yeah.
- I--

Let's go, guys.
- [groans]

- What's taking so long?

She going into labor?

- Somebody would've told us.

- So Rollins' family, huh?

- All families got stuff.

- Yeah, but hers has,
like, a lot.

- There she is.
- Hey.

- You guys are still here?

- Oh, well,
Fin was worried about you.

- Mm.
It's nothing to worry about.

My doctor said that my blood
pressure spiked, that's all.

[clears throat]
Asked if I had been

under any extra stress lately.

- What do you say
we drive you home?

- Keep me posted.

Okay, great.
Thanks.

- How's Detective Rollins doing?

- She's okay, you know.

Carisi and Fin are with her now.

- You know,
she's getting pretty close.

Maybe she should take some time
off before she has the baby.

- I can ask.

- And, Mike, everything
going well with him?

- He is stepping up.

- Any issues, let me know.

- Okay.

- My dad's checking up on me?

Sorry about that.
- Yeah, it's all good.

You mind closing the door?

Have a seat.

So, just so we're clear,

when I told you not to check up
on Anton's escort,

I had no idea that
that was Rollins' sister.

- No worries.
That's not my business.

- I really did find out
the same time you did,

and as for Rollins and Fin,

I've spoken to them,

and I will be continuing
to speak to them.

- Go easy.

Family's complicated.

Look, I know everybody's worried
that I'm the boss' son,

and they're saying they have
to watch themselves around me.

- Nobody's saying that.

- Right.

I just want you to know,

what happens at SVU

stays at SVU.

You have my word.

- Okay.

[lock buzzes]
[gate opens]

- Amanda, you came.

Oh.
- I'm due at work, Kim.

What do you want?
- For you to know

that everything
is gonna be all right.

- Why? 'cause you--

you batted your eyelashes
at that lawyer?

He's gonna be your savior now?

- Well, Lorenzo wants
to go to trial,

but I called him off.
- Lorenzo?

- Yeah, Lorenzo Desappio.

Isn't that perfect?

You were right about him.

He is just the loveliest man.

- Okay, your point, Kim?

- Well, I told him
that I couldn't

put you through all that stress.
- [chuckles]

- Now you can't put me
through stress?

- I don't want
you to have to testify.

Don't be mad, but, uh...

Lorenzo said a lot of stuff
when he met with the DA.

- What kind of stuff?

- Like how you didn't tell
your boss that you'd ID'd me,

or that I was even in town...

also, our personal history,
you know,

our cycle of abuse

and how you were raped
on the job

and your gambling addiction.

All that stuff would've come up
during the trial.

- Right.

I don't know, Kim,
you do what you have to.

You always have.
- It's fine.

Lorenzo is sure that we can
work out some kind of a--

oh, what did he call it?

A one-size-fits-all plea,
on Slice and on that old warrant

and especially if I cooperate
and testify against Anton.

I mean, what he did
to that poor woman is...

And if everything
goes as planned,

Lorenzo thinks I might be out
in under a year.

- That's not gonna happen, Kim.

- Well, either way,
he says he'll wait for me.

- Come again?

- I think Lorenzo's gonna
ask me to marry him.

Wouldn't that be something?

Like Mama says,

everything works out in the end.

[tense music]

♪