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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.

This one was supposed to be done hours ago.

Let the front desk deal with it.

Housekeeping.

They'll just say we didn't try.

Housekeeping.

The lead down to six, 78-72.

Washington. We'll slow this down.

That's allowed New York back into this game.

Walt pounds it with the left, now gives--

Hello?

Housekeeping.

He closes off right side, tied up.

In the big bodies. Goes baseline to Arnold

who drives it--

Call 911!

What? Why?

What's wrong?

Good evening, Katie.

Detectives, good to see you.

This a drowning? We hear that right?

Attempted.

EMTs resuscitated the vic, rushed him over to Sinai.

Okay. Any idea how he's doing?

Above my pay grade.

But if I were you guys, I wouldn't hold my breath.

Sorry, that's not what I meant.

Don't worry about it.

Bound and dumped in a tub.

You ever seen anything like this?

Nope. This is a first.

Lucky us.

Front desk said that he checked in under John Smith,

and he paid cash.

All right, so pseudonym, skeevy hotel with hourly rates.

You think our vic was a pro?

Or the client.

It fits with the booze, oil, condoms,

and a healthy amount of coke.

Okay, so party gone wrong?

No wallet, no phone.

All right, let's get unis to canvass the neighborhood,

pull footage.

I mean, there's always a chance that they dumped it nearby.

Okay, hang on a second.

Hang on.

We got party favors.

Zip ties, a box cutter, and a snub nose.

Oh, so somebody brought a kill bag to the party.

Which suggests that it wasn't a crime of passion.

Yeah, but why leave the bag behind?

The vic wasn't stabbed or shot.

Maybe the perp got excited, panicked.

Unless--unless it wasn't his bag.

Well, whose ever stuff this is,

there is something seriously wrong with 'em.

Wow.

Hey, any luck IDing the victim?

Yeah, Ian Larkin, age 37.

His fingerprints lit up SAFIS.

He's a repeat customer.

He's got multiple priors for prostitution, drug possession.

He's been in and out of the system since he was 18.

Including a 90-day stint last year.

Any idea where he was living?

Last known address in the Lower East Side,

but the building came down in September.

We did find a family address out in South Orange, though.

Okay. So Rollins and I could

head there in the morning, talk to the family.

Want me to swing by Mount Sinai on my way home?

You know what? Sorry. One sec.

Benson.

Mm-hmm.

Oh. Okay.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, there's no need for you to stop by the hospital.

Ian?

Dead.

He never regained consciousness.

So I want to hang onto this case.

I'm going to call Homicide myself.

They're short staffed, so I'm sure they won't mind the help.

Why don't you head to the ME's office in the morning

and see if you can find out what really happened to Ian.

Should we start with the drugs found in the room?

It's your show, Doc.

Well, it wasn't cocaine.

Really? Meth?

Benzos.

So the perp drugged Ian, knocked him out.

Wrong again.

Tox screen was negative.

Mr. Larkin was clean.

Turns out he was rendered unconscious

the old-fashioned way.

Cracked on the head.

Hotel lamp.

After that, the victim was restrained

with the zip ties, deep cuts.

Meaning Ian struggled.

And then the killer strangled him underwater in the bathtub.

Note the bruising around the neck.

I thought Ian was alive when the cleaning staff found him.

Best guess, he suffered a hypoxic blackout

while being strangled, stopped struggling, and sank.

Killer assumed he was dead.

And after they left,

Ian regained consciousness, poor guy.

So he was just stuck in that bathtub?

For how long?

Judging by his skin maceration, hours.

How are we with DNA?

Lousy, literally.

Bargain-bin hotel means we've got

samples coming out our ears, loads of cross-contamination.

We'll run it all, but--

- Needle in a haystack. - Just about.

Ian was a good kid, kind,

had his mother's smarts, thank God.

He could have done anything he set his mind to.

Were the two of you close, Louis?

I suppose.

Looking back, maybe there are things

I should have done better with.

I think it always is easier in hindsight, right?

When was the last time you saw Ian?

He was--

I think he was here this morning.

Did you get to see him?

How long has he been like this?

He's going on two years now, went downhill after Ma died,

another gift from Ian. - Yeah.

Families tend to bear the brunt of addiction.

Yeah, well, my brother was definitely

the kind of junkie who used and manipulated people,

our folks, most of all.

They lost their savings because of him.

- That's terrible. - Yeah.

Ma had to go back to work, 67 years old,

put her in an early grave.

When did Ian start using?

As long as I can remember.

He started in high school, never looked back.

Louis, did Ian ever talk about his friends

or other people in his life?

I think he should be home soon.

School will be letting out. - Okay.

It's almost a relief that Ian's dead,

to know we don't have to pay for his mistakes anymore.

I guess that makes me a bad person.

No, it makes you human.

Listen, do you happen to know where Ian was living?

Yeah, unfortunately, he conned a check

out of my dad last month.

Let me find you the address.

It's a pretty bleak existence.

Yeah. Welcome to the life of an addict.

We got supplements, steroids, syringes.

Got some crystal here.

Hey, I found a tablet.

Battery's dead.

Maybe we can pull some emails or texts.

It looks like Ian went shopping,

bundle of zip ties,

empty packaging for a box knife.

Oh, hey.

Hey, look at this, some bowls of crushed-up pills.

Put money on them being benzos.

If Ian is the one who brought that bag to the hotel,

what was the plan?

Kink gone wrong?

Rob the John?

Something went sideways.

We are left with a boatload of questions.

We might have an answer to one of them.

This is where Ian was the day he died.

Pro fighter expo--I gotta say, this is a new one for me.

Ian was a man of culture.

All right, let's split up

and see if we can find somebody who recognizes Ian.

What's that face?

That's Buffalo Joe.

That's Hawk Hawkins right there.

That's Chris "The Scary" Finnerty.

What's going on here?

I'm a fan, all right?

When I was a kid, I used to watch

these fights with my uncle.

He'd splurge on a pay-per-view.

We'd stay up late on a Saturday night.

And we'd eat a bunch of junk food, we'd watch it.

Beat the snot out of each other.

It was great.

All right, all right, fan boy.

Let's keep the questions to the case.

Okay, no promises.

Oh, and don't ask for too many autographs.

Excuse me. Hi.

Captain Olivia Benson with the NYPD.

I didn't do it.

I just need a moment of your time.

Okay, hon, you are barking up the absolute right tree.

Yeah, I'm always happy to support the babes in blue.

Well, thank you. I appreciate that.

I'm wondering if you've seen this man.

He might have been in two days ago.

- You know what I have seen? - What?

I've seen that you got a spectacular set of baby browns.

Well, thank you.

That's very kind of you.

And those yams aren't bad either.

Okay.

Big, big money with sticks like that in this line of work.

Noted.

You know, I think crowds really go for Amazonian broads.

I think it's a dominance thing.

But how's your right hook?

It's actually not bad.

- I bet it's pretty good. - Yeah.

Can I-- have you seen this man?

Huh. I don't know.

Maybe, maybe not.

I do know that my time is valuable.

Really?

All right, well, could have fooled me.

Okay, all right.

I like them spicy.

If you're a little low on funding,

we can make some kind of arrangement.

You know, I know my way around a pair of handcuffs,

if that floats your boat.

Well, that's tempting.

But I think today, I'm going to--

I'm going to stick with cash.

Will that do it for you?

It'll do something.

- Have you-- - Yes, I've seen your fella.

He was here on the day the expo opened.

Okay. Did you speak with him?

Tried to sell him a photo, half price,

and the prick turned me down.

I mean, who--in what world? - All right.

Did you--did you happen to notice, was he with anyone?

I didn't notice, no.

Did you notice where he went after?

Same place as everybody else, to see the headliner.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very, very much.

Deuce, keep these folks in one line, will you?

And make sure they have cash.

Excuse me.

Do you mind if I take a peek at that?

- Oh, yeah, sure. - Thanks.

Thank you.

Oh.

I can't say the kid looks familiar.

He would have been here on Friday.

I mean, it's possible,

but I've seen a lot of folks this weekend.

And unfortunately, the old memory

ain't what it used to be.

Occupational hazard?

40 years of taking shots to the dome.

Yeah, I got to ask, what's with the mask?

Oh, intimidation.

Walk out to the ring wearing something like that,

you get in the other guy's head before you even thrown a punch.

Plus, the fans go nuts.

Mm.

Everybody loves a character.

80 bucks, made in the USA.

You keep the credit card receipts?

Cash only.

Uncle Sam gets sticky fingers otherwise.

Yeah, well, what about-- what about the photos

that you take with fans?

You have any digital copies?

Polaroids.

I'm old-school.

I feel like I'm kind of striking out for you guys.

Wish I were more help.

We're used to it-- occupational hazard.

I have to ask you where you were on Friday night.

Sure.

We wrapped up here and then-- that's right.

And then Sharon and I, we spent the night

with a couple of the bruiser fight guys.

Oh, speaking of--

Sorry, I'm Sharon Huntsinger, Clint's agent.

The crowd's getting restless. I really need him back.

Okay, well, thank you so much for your time, Mr. O'Neill.

And if there's anything that you do think of,

or anything comes back-- - Oh, yeah.

Clint. And I will.

Who knows?

Maybe something will shake loose.

Great. Thank you.

- Hey, Cap. - Mm.

So off this new lens of professional fighting,

we pulled the paper archives, found a mention of Ian

in "The Post" back in 2002.

"Local boys looking for a fight."

Yeah, so the article talks about Ian

and these other teen superfans,

the Bruiser Fighting Championship.

It's kind of like a local MMA precursor, got real popular.

They would hold these Tough Dude Tournaments, right,

basically, like legalized street fights,

real big personalities, very few rules,

boxers like O'Neill, judo guys, grapplers.

And they'd all try to kill each other.

It got real brutal, real brutal knockouts, lots of blood.

And you would watch this with your uncle?

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we loved it. It was amazing.

We weren't the only ones, either.

Ian, these other kids, they were--

they were, like, obsessed, never missed a bout.

And they'd hang out so much,

some of these fighters would get to know them.

They would take them under their wing.

Hey, TARU was able to pull some emails from Ian's tablet.

And one in particular stands out.

The day before Ian was murdered,

he got this email from a user named Razor Crazor.

"Keep your mouth shut.

You tell anyone about us, and I'll effing kill you."

Razor. Oh, yeah, here it is.

Okay, here's a photo of Ian back in 2002

with another kid named Roddy "Razor" Ray.

Yo, Razor, good fight, man.

Appreciate it, kid.

Hey, you're Roddy Ray?

It's Razor. Why?

We're police.

We want to talk to you about Ian Larkin.

Yeah, I don't have anything to say about him.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

Because the dude is a crackhead who can't be trusted.

Is that why you threatened him?

I don't know what you're talking about.

"Keep your mouth shut, or I'll kill you"?

Sounds pretty threatening to me.

Yeah, me too.

So where were you last Friday night?

Home, half a case deep.

Why?

Because Ian Larkin is dead.

You know anything about that, Razor?

How'd you get those scratches?

Did you not just see us jack each other up in the ring?

Yeah, I know.

But they could be from a different kind of fight.

Do you mind telling us why you wanted

Ian to keep his mouth shut?

It's private.

Okay. We can keep a secret.

I said it's none of your business.

Hey, buddy why don't you calm down?

Do not touch me! No.

- Not your best move. - I said not to touch me.

Get your hands behind your back.

It doesn't matter how many times you guys ask.

I didn't kill Ian. - We heard you.

But there's still an issue of you not having an alibi.

Well, not to mention you threatening to kill Ian.

I didn't mean it like that.

Okay. How did you mean it?

You never told one of your friends

you were going to kill him?

I mean, I've known the kid for a long time.

All right, so you two met as fans of the Bruiser fights.

So tell me about that.

It was fine. Good, I guess.

Spend a lot of time with the fighters?

Yeah, every chance we could--

after an event, in the gym, wherever.

I mean, we wanted to learn.

So you did what they told you.

And maybe some of the guys took it a little too far,

but they were stars.

That's just the way it was.

And Ian?

Soft.

Yeah, he couldn't handle things.

Like, what kind of things?

Being messed with.

Okay, well, that's a lot of responsibility

for a teenage boy, right,

who's hanging out with their idols,

guys that were heroes to them.

It's also an easy way for kids to get taken advantage of.

You ever see that happen?

You know, Razor, childhood victims often carry

the weight of the abuse, right?

They carry the shame.

But the only one that should feel shame

are the adults that betrayed them,

the adults that failed them.

You know, at first, it was like a dream,

getting to watch those guys train and fight.

You get close to them, you know,

maybe share a couple drinks, smoke some pot.

It makes you feel older, important?

Yeah.

That line gets blurred.

Yeah.

One of them starts getting physical and touching.

It felt gross.

So that's what predators do.

They make things that should feel really scary,

they make those things normal.

Can you tell us his name, your abuser?

Clint.

Clint O'Neill.

And you could come forward

and hold O'Neill accountable for what he did.

Screw that.

I'd be a joke.

I'm not about to throw my career away for this.

Razor, you spend Sunday nights at a VFW,

bleeding for a few dozen people.

What are you really losing?

This doesn't seem like much to you,

but fighting,

this is the only thing that I have ever been good at.

I'm not about to risk it.

I don't understand.

He--he had never said anything to me or to our parents.

So it's very common for victims of sexual abuse.

Especially young men.

I--I resented him.

I treated him like he was a burden.

Oh, my God, what's wrong with me?

I was so relieved when I found out he was dead.

Shawn, you didn't know.

Well, I should have.

I'm his brother.

If I had seen something, I could have helped.

You can't think like that.

It's my fault.

I got him into all that fight crap.

Buds of mine used to hang around those shows.

Do you remember any of their names?

Probably.

Okay, well, we would love to take a look

at Ian's belongings, if you have any of them in case--

Yeah, yeah.

Ian got off probation last year and moved in with Dad and me.

And Ian left most of his stuff behind.

Oh.

Yeah, I get it.

Okay, thanks.

Didn't go well?

I spoke with Shawn's high school friends.

All three spent lots of time with the fighters,

including O'Neill.

One moved away, refuses to talk to me.

The other insists, never saw anything.

And the third?

Jumped off a bridge ten years ago.

Okay, so O'Neill's alibi is holding up.

He had dinner with Sharon Huntsinger, his agent,

and two other people.

And the GPS from his phone shows that he went

straight back to his hotel, which was clear across town

from where Ian was found. - All right.

So if it is O'Neill, we're going to need

more to connect him to Ian.

Well, we went through Ian's belongings.

It's mostly junk.

But we found a journal from around 2005.

He--he writes about the abuse in detail,

locations where it happened,

specific acts that he was forced to be engaged in.

He even talks about how he blamed himself.

But he never names O'Neill outright.

Also turned up records of a payment Ian received

around the same time for a whopping 1,200 bucks,

labeled as "reimbursement for expenses."

He signed an agreement for that money,

one with confidentiality, non-disparagement clauses,

and release of any claim to litigation.

Who was the agreement with?

A defunct LLC called Fight Reps, Incorporated,

owned by Sharon Huntsinger.

- His agent. - Yeah.

Makes this interesting.

Correspondence with a law firm.

From last year.

Ian wanted to sue Sharon and O'Neill.

According to the lawyer's notes,

Huntsinger flipped out when the firm contacted

her over a potential suit.

So maybe if Ian popped up recently,

she wanted to keep him quiet.

Or cover it up.

Look, I am going to give Sharon a little squeeze

and see just how loyal she is to her favorite client.

I'd be lying if I said the fight game was easy.

People would rather watch inbreds slap

each other on the internet.

But I managed to keep the place afloat.

Might not be fancy offices on Park Ave,

but my guys know I'm dedicated.

Well, you certainly go the extra mile.

Clients love a personal touch.

That's curious phrasing,

considering that Clint O'Neill sexually abuses teenage boys.

The hell he does. That's a ridiculous claim.

I never heard such a thing. - Come on, Sharon.

We know that you paid a settlement

to Ian Larkin on behalf of Clint over 20 years ago.

Two decades, I'm supposed to know who that person is?

Well, you had multiple conversations with Ian's lawyer

about a potential lawsuit.

I have all the records to prove it.

So, yeah, I expect you to know who that is.

Okay, yeah, maybe that name sounds familiar.

You don't understand.

I know Clint.

He isn't capable of that.

What makes you so sure?

Clint's more than just my client.

He's like family, stuck with me, thick and thin.

And some drug addict from years back wants to ruin his legacy?

I can't have that.

That sounds like motive for murder.

What do you-- what do you mean?

Well, Ian's dead.

He was killed opening night of the convention.

So tell me, what happened, Sharon?

Were you scared he was gonna make a scene, right?

Ruin the whole business?

You can't think that I would ever--

You said it yourself,

you had to protect Clint's legacy.

Yeah, but I couldn't overpower a man--

You could, if he was incapacitated, couldn't you?

Clint didn't go back to his hotel after dinner.

Where did he go?

I'm not sure.

He said he wanted to take a stroll around the city.

After I paid the bill,

I saw Clint left his phone on the table.

I brought it back to his hotel.

I left it with the front desk,

and I didn't see Clint until morning.

Are you sick and tired of dishonest salesmen

and double talk?

Then come on down to Kennedy Motors,

where we shoot straight.

And dirty tricks end up where they belong--

out with the trash.

Cut.

Great job, Clint.

Steph, let's take the shine off that can.

Mr. O'Neill, we'd like for you

to come downtown, answer some questions.

You guys can see I'm busy, right?

We can talk another time.

No, it's best for all involved

if you straighten this out now.

Everything okay, Clint?

Yeah. Yep. Just give me a second.

Or if you'd rather, Clint, we can explain

to these nice people how much you like

diddling teenage boys.

Jason, Powell, I'm so sorry.

My calendar got crossed.

We're gonna have to pick this up tomorrow.

Wait, what?

No, I'll see you tomorrow.

Clint!

So, Clint, your alibi fell apart.

We know that you didn't go back to your hotel.

Pretty shrewd move, leaving your phone.

It's a mistake.

I told you, memory ain't what it once was.

So I got turned around on the way back to the hotel.

Is that a crime?

Okay, so the problem with that is

that we have you on camera one block from where

Ian Larkin was murdered.

I must have walked further than I thought.

And you lied about not knowing Ian Larkin.

Come on, Clint, it's pretty hard to forget someone

that you sexually abused, not to mention somebody that

you had your agent pay off to cover for you.

Do you have any idea the nonsense people have

made up about me over the years?

It's the cost of doing business.

But everybody wants a piece of the champ.

Piece of the champ.

So you're saying that you're the victim here?

I ain't the villain, I'll tell you that.

Okay, well, let's say that that's true,

and you didn't intend for any of this to happen.

I mean, we know that Ian came to you with bad intentions.

We know that he had zip ties.

He had drugs. He had a gun.

Maybe you did just want to talk, but Ian--

Ian threatened you, attacked you,

and caught you off guard.

Maybe he was trying to hurt you.

And that would be self-defense, right?

It certainly is.

And if it is self-defense, in that case, then we can--

we can help you.

But if we're gonna help you, we need to know the truth.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe there's a story I can lay out, where, uh,

this junkie tried to get one over on me,

thinks I'm too old, that I lost a step.

This paper-thin twerp thought I was stupid,

like I couldn't see his game a mile away,

tried to put hands on me,

so I smacked him a couple of times, just a warning,

give him a chance to walk away.

But he keeps coming.

Crying and whining.

Pathetic.

But you know, guys like that don't learn.

You got to teach them, show them there's a cost

for coming at the big dog.

And you know what?

I think the kid got it.

I think the kid finally learned his lesson,

right there at the end,

just as the light left his eyes.

That what you were hoping to hear?

Hmm?

Because it's nonsense,

stuff I'd say to hype up a fight.

But that's an act.

It's a gimmick.

Sure, I might talk like a killer for the fans,

but it's just that.

It's talk.

And I'm pretty sure you don't have the evidence

to prove otherwise.

So if it's all the same, I'd like my lawyer.

Well, that was quite the performance.

Yeah.

O'Neill may be crazy, but he's good at playing a role.

And he's going to use it to his advantage.

I mean, he's charismatic.

He's good with a crowd.

Not the kind of person you want in front of a jury.

They'll eat him up.

Which means we need more. What about other victims?

We tried.

But between it being so long ago

and there being no real record of these boys,

I mean, we came up empty.

Well, either we tie O'Neill directly to Ian or he walks.

Razor.

I already gave my answer.

I know. I know.

- I'm not changing my mind. - I know.

Then what? What are we doing here?

Because I'm on the clock.

All right, so I--

I found one of Ian's journals.

And I thought you should read one of his entries.

Just read it.

"I'm just tired of it all, putting on a face,

"going through the motions, waking up every day.

"And if it weren't for--

Keep reading.

Look.

"If it weren't for Razor,

"I would have checked out a long time ago

"because I can't leave him alone.

"It's just us.

"No one else understands.

"They don't get it, but we do.

"And if I give up, then the guy who hurts us wins.

And that would piss off Razor more than anything."

That's a cheap shot, lady.

Maybe.

But it's the truth.

And I wish that it weren't the case, but it is.

Razor, if you don't come forward,

then O'Neill gets away with everything,

everything that he did to you and everything he did to Ian.

The state of the room, along with extensive

subdermal bruising on the victim's arms and torso,

points to a violent struggle.

- Ian Larkin fought back. - Yes.

Unfortunately, a basilar skull fracture led

to a number of intracranial hematomas.

Those, along with extensive damage to the victim's larynx,

would indicate that he suffered greatly before he died.

Do these injuries on Mr. Larkin

tell you anything about his attacker?

Laryngeal trauma this severe requires a person

of significant strength.

Someone like Mr. O'Neill?

Yes.

No further questions.

Ms. Horowitz, is my client the only person

of significant strength in the New York area?

Probably not.

Do you know how many strong individuals were

in Manhattan at the time of Mr. Larkin's death?

No, I couldn't say.

Fair enough.

Could you say how many unique DNA samples you recovered

at the scene of the crime?

34.

And of the 34, did any match Mr. O'Neill's DNA?

They did not.

Tell me, did the NYPD even bother

with those other suspects?

Or had they already decided my client was guilty?

Objection. Argumentative.

Withdrawn.

Thank you, Ms. Horowitz.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth?

I do.

Mr. Ray, when did you first meet Ian Larkin?

I was 15.

We were both Bruiser fight fans.

Honestly, I didn't really like Ian at first

because he was sort of a know-it-all.

But we bonded, became fast friends.

And then the two of you started spending time

with some of the fighters. - Yeah.

They kind of took us under their wing.

Some were great guys, and we got to train

with the best in the business.

Mr. Ray, I know this is difficult,

but could you tell the court when the sexual abuse

first started?

No, I can't.

I'm sorry?

I was never sexually abused.

Mr. Ray, previously, you told detectives that you had been

molested by Clint O'Neill.

Yeah, that never happened.

I remind you, you're under oath.

I know.

So when you told Captain Benson that the defendant had

groomed you, plied you with alcohol and drugs,

and touched you sexually, that was a lie?

Yeah.

And when you told them that you believed

Clint O'Neill killed Ian Larkin--

I was lying.

Or you're lying now.

Mr. Carisi.

Mr. Ray, why would you lie to the police?

They said Ian was dead.

I felt terrible.

I told them what I thought they wanted to hear.

But being here now in the court, I can't do it.

I gotta tell the truth.

Hey, Ray.

Closing doors in 45, okay?

Yeah.

I just saw Sharon Huntsinger outside, huh?

I'm assuming she's here to see you.

She might have said hello.

She's a fan of my work.

Ah, is that what you're going with?

Why is that so hard to believe?

What'd she give you?

What? - Contract to be a client.

She's going to book me some gigs in Japan.

Was it worth it?

Was it?

What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me how you can let someone like O'Neill

get away with what they did to you,

with what they did to Ian.

Ian is gone, all right?

I'm here.

I've been living with this for 20 years.

Do you know what I have to show for it?

Pain, poverty.

These, this is it.

Clock's running out.

It's my last chance. And you know what?

If Ian were here, he'd understand.

I feel bad for what happened to that kid.

I do.

But I didn't know him.

And I had nothing to do with his death.

Why do you think Mr. Larkin was fixated on you?

Well, I can't say for sure,

but I've been fighting a long time,

lots of states, lots of cities.

And everywhere I went, people always wanted

something from me,

wanted me to be their hero, their dad, their teacher.

But in this case, I suppose I'm their monster.

But they got the wrong guy.

Nothing further.

You good at your job, Mr. O'Neill?

I'm a ten-time champ.

You tell me.

How many of those belts were in professional boxing?

Two.

And since then, you've fought exclusively

for Bruiser Fighting Championship, correct?

Yep, bigger and better things.

It wasn't because you were permanently banned

from boxing in 1992, accused of taking a dive,

if I'm not mistaken?

If you say so.

Well, to be fair, I'm not saying that.

That's every sanctioning body in pro boxing,

the WBC, the IBF, the WBA.

Your point is?

Well, Mr. O'Neill, I just find it interesting

that you claim success because of your skill in the ring.

But who's to say, given your history of cheating,

that any of your fights were on the level?

I mean, doesn't it call into question your entire career?

No.

I wouldn't say that.

Of course you wouldn't say that.

You've got a legacy to protect.

But to the rest of us, your willingness to lie,

to betray the sport

that supposedly you care so much about--

I have given my life to this business.

But who's to say any of your fights were real?

All your knockouts, your wins--

how do we know that those guys weren't taking dives for you?

You wouldn't last ten seconds

with the men I faced. - Oh, please.

We all know you don't fight real men.

Is that so?

Objection. Badgering.

No, no. You're out hurting teenage boys.

Sustained. Mr. Carisi.

Shut your mouth.

Is that what you tell the children you molest?

Enough.

Do you have any pertinent questions left, Mr. Carisi?

No, Your Honor.

I have nothing further.

As to the count of murder in the second degree,

how do you find?

We find the defendant not guilty.

Ladies and gentlemen, I know this has been

a lengthy and difficult deliberation.

Personally, along with the State,

I thank you for your service.

Hey, I know that it's not the verdict that we wanted,

so let's take the night to be pissed.

But tomorrow morning, we start to build a new case.

O'Neill was acquitted, boss.

Of murder, not of sexual assault.

Do you really think we can get enough on him

without Ian or Razor?

I think that Clint O'Neill has been out there.

He's been a predator for a very long time.

There has to be other victims.

We just need to find them.

It's going to be an uphill battle.

Yeah, so we widen the net.

We talk to every single person that

has crossed paths with Clint O'Neill

in the last 20 years.

But we do whatever it takes.

The fight goes on.

Captain Benson, message for you.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Hey.

Old fella was jumped as he left the diner,

stabbed to death, choked on his own blood.

Rough way to go.

Is the attacker in custody?

Back of the squad car.

Shawn?

I had to do something.