All language subtitles for Law and Order SVU s21e20_English

- In the criminal
justice system,

sexually based offences

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.

- ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,
- ♪ Water

- ♪ Ooh

- This what you wanted?
- Don't do this!

- This is what
you asked me to do.

Remember that.
- Please!

[glass breaking]
- Get out!

- Ugh.

- You want me
to talk about being great?

- You're one of the strongest
people I've ever known.

- ♪ In holy water for you

- There's a extra hundred
there for you.

- He's a very powerful man.

- His hands were all over me.

- Take your blouse off.

Now.

- He groped my breasts.

- Would you be willing
to testify?

- ♪ And I can't get enough,
can't get enough ♪

- Thank you for believing me.

- Of course.

- ♪ You just don't give up

♪ Just don't give up

♪ Do you?

♪ I shouldn't love you

♪ Water, water

♪ Vultures circle above you

- The long anticipated
criminal trial

of disgraced media mogul,
Sir Tobias Moore,

is finally underway
in New York.

While the trial was originally
scheduled to begin last year,

the proceedings
were repeatedly postponed.

- My client, Sir Toby Moore,
is the true victim here.

This is a sham trial.

This DA's office
has had a vendetta

against Sir Toby since day one.

They've stopped at nothing
to smear his reputation

and destroy his life.

- I thought he was done
when we arrested him.

- Cases like this,

even when they're over,
they're not over.

- A solution as well as...

[dark music]

♪

- [sighs]
- Uh, hi, Mom.

You're up.
- "Hi, mom"?

Where the hell have you been?
It's almost noon!

- At the library, studying.
- Don't even start.

You're 16 years old.
You can't be out all night.

- Uh, and who's gonna stop me?

You?
- You're grounded young lady.

- [laughs]
Okay.

[door slams]

- What about his victims?

- I have nothing but compassion
for real victims,

but these women willing entered

into symbiotic consensual
relationships with my client.

- What the hell happened
to Judge Barth?

- Money.
- [sighs]

- Nine months of delays,
motions, private investigators.

She's getting rich
running out the clock.

- And how are Amelia, Pilar,
other victims--

how are they holding up?
- Not great.

You know how it is.
Their lives are on hold.

They're stressed.
It takes its toll.

- And you?

- Well, they're letting me
take the lead on this.

- So if something goes wrong...

- Their fingerprints won't be
anywhere near it.

- Are you calling
these women liars?

- That's for a jury to decide.

But in this heated climate

where men's reputations
can be destroyed overnight,

how many innocent men

have been convicted in the name
of the #metoo movement?

[knocking]

- Officer Tutuola.
- Joelle.

Just taking in
on you and André.

- Oh, well, yeah.
We're all right.

So they didn't tell you

your husband Leon
is getting paroled tomorrow.

- But he got a year.

- It's a split sentence,
so he did six months in

and the other six months in
a halfway house on probation.

- Uh, does that mean
he can just come by?

- No, the order protection
is good for a year.

- I hope so.

He's been sending gifts
to André.

Notes to give to me.

- "Joelle, we need to talk."
- [sighs]

- I need to show this
to his parole officer.

- No, no.
Don't do that.

I don't want André
caught in the middle.

- Detective Fin, think fast!

[laughs]
- André.

- My dad sent me that.

He said he's gonna take me out
for ice cream.

- Where's your client,
Ms. Barth?

I haven't excused him.

- Apologies, your Honor.

I just found out he's receiving
medical attention

for a worsening
chronic heart condition.

He's not a young man.

The stress of this ordeal
has been debilitating.

- For us all.

Well, I have faith
in the New York City jury pool.

I'm confident we will find
impartial jurors.

Motion denied.

- In that case, your Honor,

we have a motion for
your recusal from this case.

Your bias against the defense

has been apparent
from the first.

- Objection.

The defense is only interested
in delay and obfuscation.

- I can take care of myself,
Mr. Carisi.

And Ms. Barth,

while I appreciate you laying
the groundwork for an appeal,

my sole focus is to ensure your
client receives a fair trial.

- Your Honor--
- Basta!

Start prepping witnesses.
Jury selection's Monday.

9:00 a.m.
[bangs gavel]

♪

- Slow night.

I'ma crash at Naquita's.
Get my beauty rest.

- You need it.
- [laughs]

- Come with?
Slumber party.

- It's not midnight yet.

Maybe my Prince Charming
is just around the corner.

- Maybe he'll want
a threeway.

I'll hang a little longer.
Don't wait up.

- Stay safe, you two.

both: Bye.

- Ten more minutes, and that's
another Friday night behind us.

- You got plans
for the weekend?

- What do you think?

Gene or Gina?

- Gina.
- Right?

- Hm.
- What do you get into?

Oh, wait.
Kids.

Right.
Sorry.

Have a good one.
- Bye.

- Mrs. Bucci.
Everything all right?

- No, um, is Captain Benson
here?

- No, she's not.
We were just packing up.

- My daughter, Ivy,
she has been partying.

She walked out on me tonight.
Left her phone.

I think she's run away.
[crying]

- Okay.
I got this.

Come with me.

[cell phone buzzes]

[tense music]

♪

- Is she okay?
Is she okay?

- Honey, you have to stay back.
- Lakira.

What happened?
- Dakota, she was raped.

- Slow down.
- It must've been Paul Davies.

- The guy who assaulted you?

You don't know that.
- I know it was him.

You have to put
that psycho away.

You have to arrest him.
Promise me, Kat.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

.

- Thank you both
for coming in on a Saturday.

- Doughnuts and O.T.,
fine by me.

- Okay,
so this is all hands on deck.

There was a sexual assault
at The Piers last night.

Kat is at the hospital.

Rollins, I need you
to take the lead on this.

- Mm-hmm.
- Rollins?

You with me?
- Yeah, um--I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Just so you know,
I'm looking for Ivy Bucci.

She may have run away.

I told her mom
I'd look into it.

- She's 16.

That goes to the precinct
and then to Missing Persons.

- After Getz killed himself
and her dad went to jail,

she's been in
a downward spiral.

I wanna find her before
she gets caught in the system

or worse.
- Okay.

Next problem:

As you both know, Sir Toby's
trial starts this week.

- That's on Carisi.
- No, it's on us too.

So Toby's team has been
harassing the victims.

We'll be prepping
the witnesses.

I want these women driven
to and from court.

- You're still here.
Good.

- How's Dakota?
- Still unconscious.

With the brain swelling,
we had to put her in a coma.

- So you don't know
if she was raped?

- I can tell you
she was assaulted.

A lot of blood loss there too.

- Kat, that was Naquita.

She saw Paul Davies
at The Piers last night.

She even warned Dakota.
- Okay.

Did anyone see him with Dakota?

- No, but it's him!
- Lakira.

You called me three times
in the last six months

swearing that you saw Davies,
and each time he had alibis.

- Okay, but this is different.
Beating Dakota,

then raping her--
that's what he does.

- I need--
- You have to pick him up.

- I need more to go on.
It's noon.

There's no one at The Piers now
that was there last night.

We'll go back tonight,
and we'll canvass.

- I told her to call it
a night,

to go back home.
She never stops.

- Hey.
- Lakira?

- Who's that?
- Her grandma.

Don't tell her Dakota
was working.

Please.

♪

- I'm not comfortable
doing that.

- Oh, you're uncomfortable
with that?

You want this part, don't you?

- Mrs. Reyes,
how did you respond?

- I said yes,

and he turned off the camera.

- And what happened after that?

- Sir Toby came over to me

and yelled,

"Take your blouse off now."

I tried to leave,

but he pushed me on the couch.

And he took his...

Thing out.
- Be specific, please.

- His penis out...

Held me down...

While he...

I can't do this.
[cries]

Say these things.
- Pilar.

You're doing exactly
what you need to do.

Now, I know,
that this is difficult.

- He'll sit right there,
won't he?

I saw him on the news

all hunched over
with his oxygen tank.

Does he really think
that's going to work?

- When I'm asking you questions
I want you to look right at me.

Okay, Pilar?

- Okay, and I'm going to be
right here,

right behind Mr. Carisi.

- Okay.
The hard part's gonna be

the cross-examination.
His lawyer's tough.

- That woman,
I saw her on the news too.

She told lies about me.

- That's why
we're prepping now.

Okay, Captain Benson's
gonna be his lawyer.

- All right.

Mrs. Reyes?
Is that your real name?

- Yes.
- You're a Venezuelan citizen.

Are you here legally?

- I have a student visa.

- Student?
Okay.

But you were here
auditioning for an acting job

with Sir Toby.
- Yes.

- Mrs. Reyes,
as a student with no job...

How did you pay
for the plane ticket?

- Uh, my agent paid.
- Paulo Vega?

This is him here, right?

- Yes.

- Well, the two of you look

quite intimate.

Are you sure that
you were never involved?

- No, no!
Can she ask that?

- Yes, I can.
- She can, and she will, Pilar.

- Okay, I did sleep with him.
Just once.

- Pilar.

Pilar, you never told us that.

- I couldn't.
He's married.

It was only once or twice.

- Okay, listen to me, Pilar.

The defense team is gonna find
out everything about your life.

Even things you don't remember,
okay?

- And we are gonna help you
as much as we can,

but there can be no surprises.

- My family in Caracas

said a reporter
has been asking questions.

- Sir Toby's been sending
private investigators

to pose as reporters,
advocates.

You gotta tell your family and
friends not to talk to anybody.

- How can they do this?

What does any of this have
to do with what he did to me?

- Pilar.

- I wish he was dead!

♪

- This is you, yeah?
- Yeah?

That was last night.

Whatever she said,
nothing happened.

- All right, well,
where is Ivy now?

- No idea.

- So you know she's 16
and missing.

- [laughs]
16?

No.

No, she had ID.

- You're looking at
felony kidnapping of a minor,

so I'm gonna ask you again.

Where is she?

- Okay, I know
where she'll be tonight.

There's this bachelor party
for my cousin at Slag.

She's on the list.

- You invited a 16-year-old
to a bachelor party?

Wear something comfortable.
If she doesn't show,

you and your cowlick
may be spending the weekend

at the Tombs.

- Let's go.

- Hey, baby.

[overlapping chatter]

♪

- Leon Fuller!

Leon.

- What do you want?

Joelle send you?

- She doesn't know I'm here.

- Uh-huh.
She ain't put me away either.

- She didn't, I did, and I'll
do it again if you violate it.

- Come on, man.
I did my bit.

- Okay, you don't wanna go
back, no contact with her,

no unsupervised with your son,
you understand?

- I ain't got no time
for her manipulations.

- Okay, that's good.

I already talked to your P.O.,
so we're all on the same page.

♪

- How did it go
with Pilar today?

- She feels like she's the one
on trial, not Sir Toby.

- She's right about that.

- Hey, call Carisi and see
who else he's bringing in.

We need to protect these women.

- And by the way,
I got a lead on Ivy.

I'm picking her up tonight.

- Because you're the only one
that can save her?

- Unless you have
a better idea.

- Hey, Captain,
I'm glad you're still here.

- Okay,
any update on your victim?

- Dakota's still in
an induced coma,

but I think I know
who did this to her.

Paul Davies, that piece of crap
that raped Lakira.

- Slow down.
Slow down, Kat.

You're talking about the lawyer
from Westchester.

- He lives in Chelsea now.

His wife must've kicked him
to the curb.

- So you think he's back
prowling The Piers?

- Two witnesses put him
on Weehawken Street

on Friday night.
This is our guy.

- Maybe,
but he beat the rap once.

He's just gonna say
this is another shake down.

- How 'bout I pull surveillance
footage and run his plates?

- Good, and get enough
for a warrant for his phone.

And see if you can put him
at the scene

before we talk to him.

- I got it.
Thanks.

[upbeat music]

[chatter and laughter]

- Are you serious?
- Oh, my God.

- It's a good thing
you got here.

That girl's out of control.

- [laughs]

Go.

- We good?
- Until we're not.

Stay away from teenage girls.

- Hey, NYPD.
- Oh, sh--

- You two.
Out of here.

Who are you?
- Gill.

The drugs are hers.
- This guy out here.

- What, what?
- Book him on possession.

- Ugh, you again.
What, did my dad send you?

- No, your mom sent me,
and you're coming with me.

- What?
The bag--it's not mine, though.

- Well, Gill said it was.

- No, it's not mine.
- Ivy, let's go.

- No.
What are you gonna do?

Arrest me?
[laughs]

- Yeah, you know what?
Great idea.

Turn around.

[dramatic music]

- Ow.
I didn't do anything.

- No?

♪

.

- You made Ivy
spend the night here.

- By the time we got back
it was 2:00 a.m.

- Where's her mother?

- Apparently,
she had a late night too.

- And what do we have on Ivy?
- Possession if we want it,

but the drugs weren't
actually on her.

- She showing any remorse?

- Not--not so much.
No.

Am I too close to this?
You wanna take over?

- She needs tough love.

You have two daughters.

This'll be good practice.

- Captain Benson.
Where's my baby?

- Detective Rollins
will help you.

- This way.
Over here.

- I've been worried sick.
- I'm sorry, Mom.

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

- We hope it doesn't
have to go that far,

but Ivy's behavior's
gotta change.

- Well, she's like me.
Smart.

She pushes things,
but she knows when to stop.

- Is that right, Ivy?

- I've learned my lesson.

- See, Detective?
No more partying.

You promise me, Ivy?

- I do.
I--I swear.

- I hope that's the truth.

♪

We'll void your arrest for now.

Ivy...

if you act out again,
I'm picking you up.

- Let's get you home.

Ivy, can you thank
Detective Rollins?

- Thank you.
I'm gonna turn this around.

♪

- All right,
well, just calm down, okay?

Hold on.

How long do you need me?
- About an hour,

but if you have to get out
of here early--

- An hour.

They what?

- Is Amelia gonna be okay?
- I hope so.

At least she finally came in.
She was a no show last time.

- She was Sir Toby's
babysitter.

He groped her, like,
15 years ago.

I mean, the tough question is
do you really need her?

- I fought Barth tooth and nail
for every witness.

I'm holding on to her.
- Okay.

- Sorry.
- That's okay.

- No, it's all right.
- Amelia,

is everything all right?
- No.

That was my girlfriend.

She said the defense
subpoenaed her.

- No, she doesn't have to speak
to them before the trial.

Not one word.

They're probably
not even gonna call her.

It's an intimidation tactic.

- Well, it worked.
Ramona's freaked.

I think she's worried

that her office
is gonna find out she's gay.

I don't know
if I can do this anymore.

- My doorman says
you've been asking questions.

- Yeah, I have.
Where were you on Friday night?

- Friday, uh...

hockey at The Piers
and a few beers with the guys.

Is that okay?
- How about after that?

Later on?

- I took a walk.
It was a nice night.

- Come across her on your walk?

- No.

Look, after what almost
happened to me in court

I've been on
the straight and narrow.

I'm trying to get
my family back.

You have me all wrong.
- Do I?

She was assaulted Friday night,
your M.O.,

and I've got two witnesses that
put you at the crime scene.

- Who, Lakira?

She already lied to the court
once and had to recant.

- It's the same pattern,
same M.O.--

you can't get it up unless
you beat a girl half to death.

- [chuckles]
Lakira tell you that too?

She already left you
at the altar once.

You sure you wanna do
this dance again?

[tense music]

♪

- Leon just showed up
at the playground.

Bold.

Like he wasn't doing
anything wrong.

Gave André a soft serve.

- Where's André now?

- My sister, Leah,
she's watching him.

Uh...

[sighs]
I didn't want him--

I didn't want him
to hear any of this.

- Okay, Leon say
anything to you?

- No.
He just smiled.

But I know that look
he gave me.

- I'll call
his parole officer.

- And they'll send Leon
back to prison?

No, no, André--André's
already seen him.

Can you just talk to him?
Give him a warning.

- Already did.

I met him when
he got off the bus.

- Without telling me?

[scoffs]

[cries]

That's why
he's so pissed off at me.

He thinks I called you!
- Joelle.

If I don't violate him
and send him back to Rikers,

he's coming for you.

- I handled Leon for ten years.

He knows not to hurt me again.

Just...

Just stay out of our business.

♪

- How did they get this photo?

This was four years ago
at Ganavar!

- I don't know Pilar.

- The defense is violating
a judge's direct order.

- They're calling me
a whore online.

There's press outside
my apartment.

My family is ashamed.

- We're gonna take care
of this.

- How?

I don't believe you anymore.

♪

- Hey, I came
as fast as I could.

- Doesn't matter.
You're too late.

Dakota's dead.

- What?

Lakira, what happened?

- They won't even tell me.

They say that
I'm not her family.

I'm her family.

- I know.

- [cries]
This is all my fault.

- No, it's not.
- We both know it's true.

I was too afraid
to testify against him

when he assaulted me.

I thought I'd be humiliated.

But maybe a jury
would've believed me.

Then he'd be in jail.

Dakota would be alive.

[somber music]

♪

.

- Ms. Barth.

You're telling me
that you and your legal team

did not leak this photo
to the press?

- All we've done
is our due diligence

vetting my client's accusers.

- Mr. Moore's highly paid
ex-Mossad filled defense team

has had private investigators
pose as reporters--

- Oh, come on.

- Stalk witnesses
and their families,

purchase private photos
and recordings--

- Oh, please.
- They are so far over the line

of harassment that they should
be brought up on charges.

- Mr. Carisi, I assume if you
had any proof,

even circumstantial, to support
your bombastic allegations,

you'd of brought it today.

- Oh, so you're telling me

somebody just
randomly sent this photo

to "the New York Ledger"?
- Enough--both of you

have a history
of finger pointing.

It's over.
I will see any witnesses

in my chambers if they feel
they've been intimidated.

- Thank you, your Honor.

All we want is to ensure
our client gets a fair trial.

- Then let's get to
jury selection.

And where's your client today,
Ms. Barth?

- He's dealing with
a medical matter.

- Oh, again?
What a surprise.

- I don't care if he's wheeled
in on a stretcher.

You make sure he shows up here
tomorrow morning.

[dramatic music]

- Your witnesses sound shaky,
Mr. Carisi.

- Oh, yeah?

Then why's your client
faking a heart condition?

- Tell your detective
if he wants to be a D.A.

he's gotta grow a pair.

- What happened to you?
- Excuse me?

- You were a judge.

You had respect
for the legal system.

You had respect for justice.
You had compassion for victims.

- I still do.
I still do.

- Not from where I'm sitting,
you don't.

That you would let a rapist
like Sir Toby use you.

- He's entitled to a defense.

But come on.
I have two sons.

You have a son.

Can you imagine a scenario:

He's at college, a girl makes
a false accusation,

their lives are over.
- No!

Actually, I can't imagine.

- Well, these days, you should.

See, I'd rather
ten guilty men go free

than one innocent man--
- Your client isn't innocent!

- That's for a jury to decide.

Not you.

♪

- What do you need, Alana?

Because whatever
Sir Toby's paying you...

It's not worth it.

- [sighs]

- Gym management says this is
all the weekend trash.

- And you're sure
the suit's here?

- Look.

I got Davies going
into the gym in that suit

on Friday at midnight.
20 minutes later,

comes back out in gym clothes,
no bag.

Had them check his locker.
There's nothing in it.

- Hmm.
These look like the shoes?

- Hey, bag those shoes.
- Okay.

We keep looking?
- Hmm.

[school bell rings]

- André!

What's up?

André, I wanna talk to you
man to man.

I got you a phone.

- My mom said
I can't have a phone.

- Maybe just don't tell her.

This isn't for calling
your friends or playing games.

My phone number is
locked in here on speed dial.

Now, if you're ever worried
about your mom,

or you're scared
about anything,

I want you to call me.

Can you do that?

- I can do that.

- André, look at me.

Can you do that?

- I can do that.

- My man.

- Amelia.
Did we have a meeting tonight?

- No.

Um, I left you
a couple of messages.

- I'm sorry.
I'm, uh, a bit behind.

What's up?

- My girlfriend, Ramona,
she can't do this anymore.

And neither can I.

- The judge told
their side today.

No more issues--we start
picking a jury tomorrow.

- Maybe you still believe that.

- We're almost there.
Just a little bit longer.

- Well, you don't understand.
I am a wreck.

I'm drinking,
taking sleeping pills.

Ramona said she can't watch me
destroy myself.

If I testify,

she's gonna leave me.
I'm sorry.

- Hold on, hold on.
Wait.

♪

[sighs]

- Hector?

- Yeah, your supervisor
told us

you take out the trash
on Fridays.

- Yes.

But I didn't do anything.
- Not you.

Him.
We're looking for his suit.

You threw it out on Friday,
but it wasn't in the bags.

- Okay, we just need
to find the suit.

So if there's any other place
he might've hidden it...

- No, no.
He, uh--he threw it out.

- But you know where it is?
- Yes, uh...

I--I keep it here in case
he ask for it back.

But--but the, uh...

But you know, these people,
they--

they get something stained,
they just throw it away.

- You did good, Hector.

- Thank you.
- Uh...

- Everything okay?

- When it rains it rains.

You got this?
- Yeah.

- We picked her up doing coke
with a 35-year-old douchebag.

She asked us to call you.

- Yeah,
thanks for the heads up.

- Must be tough having
a teenager like that.

You're her stepmom?
- I--

- Your girl did good.

She knew right away
to say you were on the job.

- Ivy.

What the hell?

- I wasn't doing anything.
I swear, I wasn't.

Just tell them to let me out.

- She's out of chances.

Maybe spending the night
would be good for her.

- What?
No, you can't.

You can't leave me here.

I'll be good, I promise.
I will.

- I'll be back for you
in the morning.

- What--so what?
So, I'll learn my lesson?

Is that it?

Well, because
that's not gonna happen!

We both know there's only
one thing I'm good for!

Come back!
I'm sorry.

Please don't leave me in here!
I can't.

.

- You left Ivy Bucci
in a holding cell

at the 1-1 all night?

- Tough love.

- I checked with the desk
sergeant once an hour.

Look, if this is what
it's like having a teenager,

I'm never gonna be ready.

- Thanks.
We got him.

We got Paul Davies.
- [sighs]

- The blood was Dakota's
on his suit?

- And her post-mortem rape kit

had his skin cells
under her nails

and his semen in her underwear.

- Call Carisi for a warrant
and pick up Davies.

- I'll go with.

- Captain, I kind of staked out
his place this weekend.

He saw me, and we got into it.

I know you told me to st--
- I did.

We'll talk about it later.
Go.

- Okay.

- You're not gonna
write her up are you?

- No, but it won't hurt
to let her worry about it

for a couple days.
- Tough love.

- Mmm.

- Amelia can't live
like this anymore.

I can't live like this anymore.

- I know you're worried about
your job and your privacy...

- My job?
Is that what Amelia thinks?

- Yeah, she thought your office
didn't know

about your relationship?
- [scoffs]

What are they gonna do?
Fire me?

No, I'm worried about her.
About us.

Every day I watch her regress.

She can't sleep
through the night

without taking sleeping pills.
She's in tears all the time.

We haven't been intimate
for months.

I love her,

but I didn't sign up for this.

- I know, and I'm sorry.

- I know it sounds selfish, but
what happened was 15 years ago.

She was over it

until you people
brought it all up again.

[dramatic music]

It's not like
I don't believe her.

I know something happened.

Everybody in her life does.
- Wait, hold on.

Everybody in her life does?

She told me she didn't
disclose to anyone.

- No, even her mom knew.

She said to me
she'd never forgive herself

for telling Amelia not to go
to the police when it happened.

♪

[door opens]

- How's your nephew, Detective?

- Mason's adjusting.
Thank you.

He's good.
- Glad to hear that.

- My daughter is sorry,
your Honor.

- I need to hear that from her,
Mrs. Bucci.

Ivy, the charges against you
are serious.

You could be looking
at prison time.

Do you understand?

- Yes.

- Detective Rollins?

You wanted to say something
on Ivy's behalf?

- Yes, your Honor.

Ivy Bucci was sex trafficked
by Steve Getz.

She cooperated with the D.A.'s
office until his suicide.

Her father went to prison
trying to protect her.

She's a victim

on her way
to becoming a survivor.

I don't think
justice would be served

by additional punishment.

- Okay.

In these circumstances,

I would consider
court ordered rehab

if Ivy can assure me that
she's willing to change.

- I'll try.
I'm really going to.

I will.

- Given your history, Ivy,
I will adjourn the case.

But this is not a
"Get out of jail free" card.

If I don't see real progress,
I will remand you.

You understand?
- Yes.

- Excuse me, your Honor.
Does the state pay for that?

It's very expensive--

- Yes, it is,
but Ivy still has six months

on her father's NYPD Cobra.

- Um, will you tell my dad that
I'm doing what I'm supposed to?

And that I'm being good?

[somber music]

♪

- Nice.
Nice shot.

Nice, come around, come around.
- Thanks.

- Very nice.

- Paul Davies.
NYPD.

- Hey, keep working on
those breakouts!

Seriously?
Right in front of my kids?

- It's a little late
to be a good father.

- Excuse me?

- You're under arrest
for first degree murder.

Dakota Knight died on Sunday.

- I had nothing to do
with that.

- Your DNA is on
her autopsy report,

and your blood is
on your monogrammed shirt.

- I have no idea
how you found that,

but the chain of custody
will never hold up in trial.

- Come on.
Off the ice.

- Well, what about my sons?
- Call your wife.

She can pick them up
from the station.

[cell phone buzzes]

André.
Okay, slow down.

Slow down.

- This is my place.
Get out.

- It doesn't have to go
like this.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

- I don't know what lies
you been telling my son,

but we don't need you here.

- I just wanna talk to you,
Leon!

- It's okay, it's okay, it's
okay, you can go, it's okay.

- No, I can't.
Put the knife down.

Okay?
This ends now!

- How many brothers
you gonna lie to, huh?

- I'm not lying.
You can walk away.

You know
how this is gonna end.

- You told André to call you?
- Come on.

Don't put your son in this.
- He's my boy, not yours.

What, you get with my wife?
- Leon, no, no, no!

- Hey, don't lie to me!
- I swear!

- Don't lie to me.
What you did to me,

you should be the one
locked up.

- What did I do, Leon?
- You turned my son against me.

- Your son loves you!
That's all he ever talks about!

- Then come here, boy.
- No, no, André!

No, no!
André!

- [crying]
- Don't do this, man, come on.

- He's my boy.
Best thing I ever did.

- Come on, Leon, stop.
Don't do it!

Come on!
- I'm sorry, my man.

- No!
[gunshot]

- [shrieks]

- [cries]
Dad!

Dad!
- Leon, get up.

- Dad, wake up!
[overlapping shouting]

Dad!
[cries]

No, Dad.
- Get up!

- Dad, don't leave me.

[both crying]

Daddy.

.

[dramatic music]

[chatter]

♪

- All right, right behind you.

- [crying]

[siren wails]

- You turn your gun in
to I.A.B.?

- Yeah.

- I'll ride with you
to the hospital.

- I know the drill.

- You have 48 hours
to give your statement.

You wait for a union rep
and a lawyer.

- I have nothing to hide.

André...

the boy
saw his father get shot.

No child should ever see that.

[siren wails]

[phone ringing]

- Carisi.

Car 34?

All right, I'm on my way.

[sighs]

Going to trial.

- Is this really happening?
- Yes, it is.

They could call you at any
time so you need to stay close.

- How long do I have to wait?

- I wish I could tell you.

All right, I'll check back
with you in a bit.

Hey, Amelia, you okay?

All right,
if you need anything, call.

There's a court officer
outside.

There's a vending machine
right down the hall.

Now, if you run into
any other witnesses,

do not talk to them.
- Even my mom?

- Even your mom.
The defense is gonna ask you

why you didn't tell us earlier

that you talked to her
about being assaulted.

- I'll tell them the same thing
I told you: I didn't remember.

- All right.

- Carisi, breathe.
Breathe.

Okay?
You got this.

- How's Carisi doing?

- He knows what
he's up against.

[sighs]

- [sighs]
- Sergeant Tutuola?

- Yeah?

- You've been served.

- What?

- Joelle is suing me
for wrongful death.

How 'bout that?

- I'm sorry, folks.
That was a false start.

Bear with us.

I'll ask you again,
Counselor Barth.

Where's your client?

- Your Honor,
I have some bad news.

I just heard
from Sir Toby's wife

that en route
to the courthouse,

he suffered a heart episode.

He's being rushed
to Mount Sinai.

- Your Honor,
we just put a jury together.

I have witnesses who have been

standing by for months,
waiting.

- I'm sorry my client's
heart attack is inconvenient

for the prosecutor.

- Oh, so it's a heart attack,
now?

Because ten seconds ago,
it was an episode.

- Counselor.

- He's just arrived at ICU.
They'll be doing testing.

His cardiologist
is meeting him there.

- All due respect to
Mr. Moore's cardiologist,

but I feel
it is highly coincidental

that the morning we are finally
starting this trial,

Mr. Moore, once again,
suffers an episode.

- Mr. Carisi, if this is
a ruse the court will respond.

- You said it yourself--
"If need be,

he should be brought in here
on a stretcher."

He's shown contempt for
this court and, your Honor--

- Your Honor, the only one
showing contempt is Mr. Carisi.

- Your client's afraid to have
the women he raped confront him

in open court!

- That's enough, Mr. Carisi!
Not one more word!

Now, I'll grant
another postponement,

but your client better be
on death's door.

We're adjourned.

[bangs gavel]

- Hey.

He's not gonna get away
with this.

- He already has.

[somber music]

♪

- Hey.

- Hey.
Rollins.

- Rough day in court, huh?

- [scoffs]

- The sketch of you
was really good.

[both laughing]

- Did Benson send you in here
to buck me up?

- No, I just thought
I'd check in on you.

I got a sitter tonight.

Thought I could drive you home.

Stop for a drink or--or three.
[chuckles]

- Uh, yeah, I gotta...

I got a lotta loose ends
with Sir Toby

and paperwork with Davies case

and only way out is through,
right?

Besides, I'd probably be
lousy company right now.

- Rain check.

- Yeah.

- Hang in there, Dominick.

[Freya Riding's
"Holy Water"]

- ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
- ♪ Water

- ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
- ♪ Water

- ♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,
ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ I bathe in holy water

♪ In holy water for you

♪ You don't feel the torture

♪ Feel it like I do
- ♪ Water

- ♪ And I can't get enough

♪ Can't get enough

- ♪ Water

- ♪ You just don't give up,
just don't give up ♪

[rhythmic clapping]

- Lakira.

♪

- What happened to Davies?

- As we expected,
he pleaded not guilty.

- Okay.

- The judge denied bail.

With the DNA

and with your testimony
going to pattern,

Carisi feels optimistic.

- So, they believe us?

- They do.

- ♪ You don't
feel the torture ♪

♪ Feel it like I do
- ♪ Water

- ♪ And I can't get enough

♪ Can't get enough

- ♪ Water

- ♪ You just don't give up

♪ Just don't give up

♪ Do you?

.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]