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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,

TODD: Wow.
Isn't that something?

SALLY: (HESlTATlNGLY)
It's interesting.

It's magnificent.
What do you think, Cass?

That we should go ride
the subway and get mugged

so I can at least have
one fun vacation story
to tell.

"Peace Fountain celebrates
the triumph of good over evil

"and sets before us
the world's opposing forces,

"violence and harmony,
light and darkness,
life and death."

What the hell is that?

SALLY: It's the devil,
sweetie.

No. That.

Dispatcher's a comedian.

He wrote this up as
a sexually mutilated
tree-hugger.

WARNER: Someone did
some illegal pruning.

Left the berries,
chopped the branch
clean off.

Perp take it as a trophy?

Thought so at first,
then CSU saw

a squirrel run up
that tree with it.

I thought squirrels
preferred nuts.

(LAUGHS MOCKlNGLY)
Well, irony aside,

our victim's
a pretty big guy.

We thinking more than
one human attacker?

Not necessarily.

See these two holes in
his shirt? He was tasered.

FlN: Well, it's obvious
he's in a motorcycle club.

Death Knights. Appropriate.

Yeah. They're an outlaw gang
out of the East Village.

Drug running, prostitution,
contract killing...

This guy's name
is Clyde Vandyne.

Well, Clyde, you pissed
somebody off. Rival gang?

Or payback.

You and Liv
ever question this guy
on a rape or domestic?

I don't think so.

Then what's he doing
with Olivia's card?

Hey.

You look terrible.

Oh! Stop with
the sweet talk.

This the guy?

Clyde Vandyne.
Our dead biker with
the missing kickstand.

Have you seen the doctor?

No, it's just a bug.

The swine flu
is just a bug.

STABLER: Recognize him?
No.

Maybe he found my card
on one of our victims

and assumed that she talked
and messed her up even worse.

And instead of
coming to see us,
she got revenge.

Well, tell you what.
I'll figure it out.
You rest.

Got anyone
taking care of you?

No, I'm fine.
Yeah, sure you are.

You're burning up.

A hundred and one.
Down from 102 last night.
I'm on the mend.

I'm going to
make you some tea.

This happened
outside St. John's?

Yeah, and we checked.

To nobody's great surprise,
Clyde did not worship there.

You have absolutely
no food in this house.

They invented
this great thing.
It's called delivery.

You planning
a tropical getaway?

A girl can dream,
can't she?

Stop snooping.

I see
Clyde was recently
a guest of the state.

He did a nickel
at Attica for assault
with a deadly weapon.

Any chance
it was over a woman?

It was a brawl
at a bike expo.

Let's get you
into bed. Come on.

You know, these bike
gangs don't play nice.

I'm getting
my hazard pay
coming to see you.

Fin's on the clubhouse.

What's wrong
with you people?

You're blocking
my shot.

If somebody cut off
my buddy's manhood,

I'd be tripping all over
myself to help get the guy.

Nobody here is going
to suck to the bulls.

We'll handle this
in house.

Then we're just going
to have to put eyes
on you guys 24/7.

You think that will
be good for business?

What business?
We're a friendly
bike club, man.

Did anyone ever
point out to you

the grammatical
error in your logo?
The apostrophe is extraneous.

Listen, Skeletor.

Get your bony ass out of here
before someone mistakes you
for a pool stick.

We just came here
to make notification.

And we're not leaving
until we get an address.
Where was Clyde crashing?

(CHUCKLlNG)

Well, that was productive.

Pointless to get
at them as a group.

We've got
to separate
one from the herd.

(BlKE APPROACHlNG)

MUNCH:
Let's see if we can
make this one go astray.

Can I see your license
and registration?

What the hell for?

Driving a motorized vehicle
on a public sidewalk.

To park. Some idiot's
piece of crap Crown Vic
is in my usual space.

No need to insult Bessie.
License and registration.

(CLEARS THROAT)

This is a Class D license,
Timothy.

The name is T-Bone.

You need a Class M
to operate a motorcycle.

You have to
come with us, Bone.

Fifteen of you against
one defenseless girl?

Sounds good. Sign me up.

MUNCH: Those knuckle
draggers have a website?

Here you go.

CRAGEN:
What do you call that?

A typical Saturday night.
(LAUGHS)

STABLER: You're confessing
to more victims like her?

T-BONE: I ain't
confessing to jack.

Starla was just
laying back,
enjoying it.

The girl's unconscious.
She can't give consent.

Which means you and
your pals will be having
your little club meetings

in prison
for the next
decade or two.

Back off, Steroid.

That was all in good fun.

CRAGEN: Yeah,
it's all fun and games
until somebody loses a penis.

Now, this is the day
that Clyde got back
from Attica.

(BlKERS CHEERlNG)

STABLER: Starla was
his welcome home present?

He was late
coming down from upstate.

Guess we got a little bored.
(LAUGHS)

Ethical implications
aside,

he didn't mind
sloppy fifteenths?

After five years
without stank?

Clyde actually
took a shine to her.
Made her his old lady.

That's a big step up
for a mama.

FlN: She's somebody's
baby's mama?

T-BONE: No, a mama.

A sheep.
There for anyone to use.

CRAGEN: Well, I'm thinking
somebody had a problem with
the way Clyde treated her.

T-BONE: Until Clyde took
possession of her, nobody
gave a crap about Starla.

Well, now, we do.
Where is she?

Why would l
tell you that?

Because unless Starla
tells us different,

I'm locking your ass
up for rape.

(GRUNTS lN PAlN)

Starla's not home.

I tried that.

Either I'm getting older,
or the doors are
getting stronger.

I'm going to look
for the building manager.

Starla.

It's okay.
I'm a police officer.

I just want
to talk to you.
Wait a minute.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not.

(SlGHS)
Someone whacked
my old man last night.

The last thing I need
is to be frigging busted.

Listen to me.

If you had anything to do
with Clyde's murder,
I'd understand.

Are you high?

Why would I kill Clyde?

I saw the video.
Of the gang rape.

I don't know
what you think you saw,
but it wasn't rape, honey.

Bikers usually
have their women

working at massage
parlors or strip clubs.

What have they
got you doing?

I work in
the city clerk's office.
It's on the up and up.

Unless you're stealing
blank birth certificates.

Let's go.

I just did
what Clyde told me.

I don't know
what he did with them.

Or who he sold them to.

God, I hate
this monkey suit.

"Property of
the Death Knights."

They branded you.

It means I belong.

It means
you're their possession.

Hey, it got me
out of Sturgis,
South Dakota.

I hooked up with
the Death Knights

at the motorcycle rally
there last summer.

And what did you have
to do for your ride here?

Pull a train.

So, you have sex with
everyone in the club
one after the other.

Any way they want it.
Any time they want it.

How old are you?
Nineteen.

I know you want out of this.

Why did you talk to
my partner, Olivia Benson?

Never heard of her.

You're the first pig
I ever had a sit down with.

So, what was Clyde
doing with her card?

He didn't get it from me.

Hey, where's Clyde's hog?

(SlGHS)

Well, it wasn't at the
crime scene or the clubhouse.

It's not outside?
No.

After he got tired of
slapping me around
last night,

he rode off on it.

That was the last time
I laid eyes on
either one of them.

Damn it.

(SlGHS HOPELESSLY)

(SOBBlNG)
I loved that bike.

CRAGEN: Elliot,

We found Clyde's Harley.

Highway Patrol
responded to a 10-53
last night off a 911 call.

911 OPERATOR: 911 operator,
What's your emergency?

MAN: I just witnessed
a hit and run,

What's your location?

113th and Amsterdam,
I think the guy is hurt,

This crazy lady rear
ended his motorcycle,

She's a brunette,
She's driving
a black Mustang,

Does anyone need
medical assistance?

I'm getting
the hell out of here,

but I got part of her
license plate number,

It's HWC,

Starla's a brunette.

Well, they worked up
a list of black Mustangs
matching the partial plate.

Captain.

Olivia Benson?

That's Liv's car?

CRAGEN: Starla claims
she's never had
any contact with you.

BENSON:
Well, she's not
lying about that.

I've never
seen her before.

I wish I had.

So, what happens
to her now?

She goes to jail.

She's a rape victim.

Well, Starla
doesn't think so.

You know how
much personal info

she had access to
in the clerk's office?

And who knows
how many other
government agencies

they've slipped
their women into?

Right. Women who have been
broken down by rape and abuse.

Women who are going
to end up taking the fall.

I put you in space
24C right here.

Thank you.
(CHUCKLES)

(SlGHS)

'65. 289 convertible.

I didn't know
you owned a car.

I've lived in Manhattan
my whole life. I never
needed one.

And then, I must
have hit some sort of
mid-life crisis last year.

What else did you hit?

Oh, my God.

Captain, I haven't
driven this car
in a month.

Somebody did.

The parking attendants
must have dinged it up.

That's a pretty
big coincidence.

Whoa, whoa.
We have to get
Crime Scene down here.

And you understand
I have to notify lAB.

Captain, I didn't do this.

I believe you.

Liv, go home.
Get over the flu.

It's best if you take
a couple of days.

What are you doing here?
You're sick.

I've got bigger headaches.

Any breaks
in the Vandyne case?

Captain says,
following procedure,

we shouldn't
discuss it with you.

Someone's framing me.

So, fill me in
on any details that
don't involve me.

CSU expanded their sweep of
the crime scene yesterday.

They found a bloody
Bowie knife in a trash bin.

Any prints?
No.

But Siper
found two blood types,
and she's running the DNA.

Assuming the perp didn't
attack a second victim,
it's got to be his.

Or hers.

Liv. There are
25 other matches
to the partial plate.

How many brunette females
with front end damage
to their car?

Someone could have taken
a tire iron to your car
in the garage.

There's no sign of debris.

No one's thinking
you did this.

Really? You should have seen
the looks I got coming in
downstairs.

Don't be paranoid.

It's not about this case.
It's about how contagious
you look.

Okay. Did anybody
trace the 911 call?

Yeah. To a Khalil Asaad.
We're on our way to
check it out right now.

Mind if I tag along?

That's probably
not a good idea.

Procedure.

And I'm the prime suspect.

Where are you going?

To clear my name.

Olivia?

I just sent over
the autopsy report.

Could have saved
yourself a trip.

You find anything
to identify his killer?

Residue on the lips
indicated that his mouth
was taped at some point.

Rarely unique
enough to match
to a specific roll.

The wound has
undulating borders.

Not serrated.

Which is consistent
with the Bowie knife
they recovered.

Anything else?

I think the perp
wanted him to suffer
longer than he did.

The right femoral artery
was transected,

probably inadvertently during
the slicing and dicing.

Clyde bled out
pretty quickly.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

I actually came by
to ask you a favor.

Sorry. There's no
miracle cure for the flu.

Bed rest
and plenty of liquids,
just like mama said.

No, I need... I need
you to take a DNA swab.

Already have.

From me.

During this
short interval,

a supernova
can radiate
as much energy

as the sun will emit
in its entire life span.

For Monday,
please download

"The Velocity Distance
Relation for lsolated
Extragalactic Nebulae."

Which one of you
rocket scientists
is Khalil Asaad?

You're harder
to track down than
the Higgs boson particle.

FlN: You're not
going to have much
of a future at NASA

if you can't
figure out how to
return a phone call.

(FORElGN ACCENT) I'm sorry,
but my class load today is
very heavy.

Why didn't you
have that accent when
you made the 911 call?

Because I didn't make
the call.

Who did?

A stranger pulled up
in a car.

Said he just saw the crime,
but his battery was dead.
Asked to use my cell.

Where did you
run into this guy?

I had just come off
the subway at 116th.

That was three blocks
from where it happened.

What did this good
Samaritan look like?

Caucasian male, 5'10" to 6'.
Brown hair. Nicely dressed.

So, a dead end.

Pretty much. Khalil thinks
the guy might have been
driving a silver Mercedes,

but he didn't notice
the plates.

Our mystery caller
sees a woman hit
a scary-looking biker,

floors it,
speeds the hell away

before stopping
to make a call.

Yeah, but hang around
long enough to get
Liv's tags.

FlN: Partial tags.

It's a coincidence.

How many of those
can you explain away before
considering the alternative?

There's no way Liv did this.
What's the status of her car?

Crime scene's
going over it.

The security cameras
in her garage recycle
the tape every 24 hours.

So, unfortunately,
we missed our window.

So, there's no way
to prove she didn't take
her car out that night.

Or, on the bright side,
that she did.

Somebody's setting her up.

I thought
I ordered you
on bed rest.

I've got to find
my connection to Clyde.

By reviewing every case
you ever caught?

He got my card
from somebody.

How many thousands of those
have you handed out?

Captain, it's got
to be through a victim.

Victims always hold
something back.

Like associating
with outlaw bikers?

I had a woman they found
crystal meth on during
her rape exam.

Maybe Clyde
was her dealer.

I'll have your partner
follow up on all these.

Liv, go home.

STABLER: Kath, I've got to
work late. That's tonight?

No, no. I went to...
I went to Elizabeth's
last school play.

It was Diary of Anne Frank,
I was there opening night.

(LAUGHlNG MOCKlNGLY)

Babe? Babe.
Babe, I've got to go.

Why don't you drop
the bottle and put your
hands on top of your head?

I'll put them
both up your ass.

Drop the bottle.

Stop messing with
my brothers, bitch.

What are you,
a moron?

Assaulting a cop
in broad daylight?

No, I'm undercover.
Watch your back.

Okay. Hey. Police.
Just stay where you are.

Let's keep cool heads, and
we'll resolve the situation,
all right?

What's the color of the day?
Indigo.

My partner's running
surveillance in the building
you're parked in front of.

3G.

We're clearing out here
in about an hour or so
on a run.

Go see him then.

You know something? I've got
to go to my kid's school play.

Otherwise,
I'd be doing paperwork on
this idiot all night long.

Now he just used up the one
and only free pass any of
you are getting.

Bite me.

Don't drink and drive.

(BlKERS LAUGHlNG)

I can't believe
Russell jeopardized
a six month covert operation.

And I can't believe you knew
we were investigating Clyde
Vandyne's murder.

Didn't even
reach out to us.

Six months
of documenting
motorcycle thefts,

a wide scale drug ring
specializing in crank.

These guys have
a shipment
of machine guns

coming up here
from Atlanta next week.

We're waiting
for that final nail

to sweep up the whole lot
on racketeering charges.

Well, congratulations.
Who killed Clyde?

No idea.

But I can tell you
he didn't have bad blood
with anybody in the gang.

I see you've been doing
a lot of wiretapping.

You've got Russell's
ear to the ground.

Olivia Benson?
That name ever come up?

You mean her?

Why do you have
her jacket?

Worried you got
a rogue, Detective?

No.

Relax. I've been monitoring
your investigation.

I pulled
that up this morning.
Her name never came up.

I'm going to need copies of
all your surveillance photos.

Not until after next week.

You're going to lose
your undercover today

if it turns out
your boy, Russell,

was involved in
Starla's gang bang.

He's only a prospect.

Luckily, those perks
are for full members only.

Wait a minute.

(SlGHS)

The truth is
my partner's facing
a bogus murder rap.

I need your help.

I'll show you one.

Who is this?
We don't know.

But I saw him
put a device on Clyde's
motorcycle last week.

I thought
it might be a bomb.
I had someone check it out.

What was it?

A GPS tracking device.

Detective Benson.

Lieutenant Tucker.

It's a little early
for lnternal Affairs,
isn't it?

You know why I'm here.

Yes. It's about my car.

I was not
driving it at the time.

It must have
been one of the...

Detective Benson,
before you say
anything else,

you need to know
Clyde Vandyne's killer
has been identified.

Who is it?

You.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you
in a court of law.

Ever hear of
professional courtesy?

You have the right
to an attorney.

You could have
picked up a phone.
Arranged a surrender.

But that would
have deprived you of
your dog and pony show.

Don't say anything
to the rat squad, Liv.

I'm calling
the DEA for a lawyer.

Do you understand
your rights?
Yes.

Like the Supreme Court said,
police officers are not
relegated to...

Obviously, your detective
is suspended.

You're taking her
to Central Booking?
You know the drill.

Just wait.

I've been locked up
twice undercover.

This isn't right.
I didn't do this.

Just talk to me.
Are you waiving your rights?

MUNCH: She knows
better than that.

Don't say
anything to anyone
but your lawyer, Olivia.

Nothing against
the fine people at
the Detectives' Union,

but I suggest you get her
a good criminal defense
attorney.

Is there an interview
room open?
No.

I want to do this.

TUCKER: Tell me
about Sunday night,

I was home. In bed. Sick.

Is there anybody who
can corroborate that?

No. I was alone.

What is
your probable cause
for my arrest warrant?

Let's hold your questions
until the end.

You're single?
Yes.

No boyfriend?

Are you interrogating me
for murder

or are you signing me up
for a dating service?

No, I just find it odd
that nobody stopped by
to look in on you.

What was your relationship
to Clyde Vandyne?

I have no history
with the deceased.

I read his sheet.
Rough character.

Not the type you'd want
to run into in a dark alley.

Like the one where the
motorcycle was found mangled.

Tell me about that.
BENSON ON SPEAKER:
There's nothing to tell,

What the hell is going on?

I tried,
but I couldn't stop her.

She waived Miranda.

Did you find
something on my car?

No, get her out of there.
Elliot. You're not
supposed to be here.

Captain.
This is the guy
we're looking for.

I just need to see
if Liv recognizes him.

There a problem?

I need to talk to my partner.

As her Commanding Officer,
you're allowed to observe.
He's not.

I'll let you know when
I'll be interviewing you.

Captain, just shut it down.
She's not thinking straight.
She's sick.

You never interviewed
a sick perp?

She's not a perp.

Yeah? Where there's one
dirty cop, usually the
partner's dirty, too.

The only reason you're not
in the hot seat is because
I have nothing on you.

Yet.

Let me talk to her
for a minute.

I'm sorry.

But if there's something
you'd like me to relay,
I'd be more than glad to.

No.
Then I guess
you'll be on your way.

Now, where were we?

You were trying to
put me in an alley
where I wasn't.

Okay.

Why did you see
a psychiatrist last year?
Excuse me?

Rumor has it, it was
for post-traumatic stress.

Wow.

Munch was right.
Big Brother really
is watching.

I mean, you weren't shot
in the line of duty
or anything.

I got help for an issue
that I was having.

I didn't see
a company shrink.

Where did you get
this information?

I was just outside
with your partner.

He told me all about it.
You're lying.

Surprisingly,
you suck at it.
Who told you?

You deal with an awful lot
of rapists on this job.

Did one of them attack you?
Overpower you?

It has nothing
to do with this case.

It does if you
had a flashback.

People with PTSD
get them all the time.

Or a vet comes home.
He hears a car backfire.
He loses it.

Is that what
happened to you?
Absolutely not.

Clyde attacked you
in the alley, and it
triggered a flashback.

You're wrong.

You were right back
in that position of
complete helplessness.

He had his hands
all over you.

He was taking
your clothes off.
No.

He was going to violate
you again, and you
couldn't let it happen.

I never let that happen.

Now, stop playing games
and tell me what you
think you have on me.

Your DNA
was a positive match
to the blood on the knife.

I told Warner
to run the DNA.

Why would I do that
if I was guilty?

Because you wanted
to be caught.

(SCOFFS)

There are no cuts on me.

Where did the blood
come from?

You had a bloody nose
during the struggle.

They'll document
all wounds during your
strip search at intake.

I made a mistake.

Then you need
to make it right.

I mean talking to you.

I want a lawyer.

Elliot.
Hold on.

You show the photo to Liv?

As Tucker was taking her
out the back.
She doesn't know him.

All right. Well, then,
we've got a problem.

Because I got this
from the Gang Unit,

I can't show it
to the Death Knights.

They'll know they've been
under surveillance.

Odds are slim they would
have helped, anyway.

Even money
they'd just
kill the guy.

All right. I'm going
to run this by Starla.

Blow it up
out of context.

Distribute it to
the other houses.

Release it to the media
as a person of interest.

Then he gets spooked,
and he's in the wind.
Where does that leave Liv?

Right now?
Central Booking.

It's bad. They've got
her DNA on the knife.

That's not possible.
I know.

But try telling
that to a jury.

Especially with her
as a witness.

What's he talking about?

Olivia asked me
to run her DNA.

So, she's sitting in a cell
because you screwed up.

Excuse me?
Well, you made a mistake.

You tainted
the evidence somehow.

You've got to
make this right.

I'm re-running it.

But I didn't
make a mistake,

and I didn't taint
the evidence.

I don't know how,
but that's Olivia's
DNA on that knife.

I always thought it
would be your partner
I'd find here one day.

Keep walking, Langan.

Wouldn't want to
keep one of your
skel clients waiting.

That skel client
would be you.

My DEA rep is
on her way now.

I don't think you appreciate
the seriousness of
the charges against you.

Even if I wanted
your representation,

trust me,
I can't afford it.

My retainer has
already been paid.

By who?
Concerned friends.

Nice you're getting
preferential treatment.

They let you stay out here
instead of throwing you
in the bull pen

with the crack whores
and schizos.

Yeah, I'm getting breaks
all over the place.

It won't be your buddy,
Alex Cabot, throwing
soft balls to us in court.

Public lntegrity handles
all criminal misconduct
by cops.

You're assuming
that I'm guilty.

Of course not.

But we'll go over
alternate theories
of the crime later.

This won't be your usual
smoke and mirrors.

This will be the truth.

We only have
a few minutes here.

This is normally where
I just introduce myself,

explain how
arraignment works.

Yes. I know
what happens next.

"Docket ending 6041,
People v, Olivia Benson, "

The charge is
Murder in the
Second Degree.

I'm sorry to see you here
under these circumstances,
Detective.

How do you plead?
Not guilty.

Guilty.

RlDENOUR: Remove
whoever shouted that.

Anybody else disrupting
my court will be held
in contempt. Capiche?

(RlDENOUR EXHALES ANGRlLY)

I'll hear
the People
on bail.

Given the heinous
nature of this crime,

the People request Defendant
be remanded pending trial,
Your Honor.

ROR would be
more appropriate.

My client is
a decorated
officer of the law

with significant ties
to the community.

She has no family
whatsoever and should be
considered a flight risk.

LANGAN: Her family
is 40,000 strong.

Brothers and sisters
in blue who stand
behind her

as she clears her name
of these spurious charges.

There's nothing spurious
about positive
DNA identification.

RlDENOUR:
Let's not jump ahead
into matters of trial.

Bail is set
at $250,000,
cash or bond.

Until such time as bail
is posted, defendant is
held over for trial.

Court officer.

I'll get you out of there.

We have friends at Rikers.
I'll make sure they stop by
and say hello.

Elliot.
What did you do?

What was I going to do?
Let you get shivved
in Rikers?

There are worse fates.

Does Kathy know
you mortgaged
your house for me?

Well, it's not at risk.
You're innocent.

Better hope
I don't skip bail
and run off to Bolivia.

I did see that stack
of travel brochures
on your desk.

Where are we with
the real killer?

This hit the stands
this morning.

Somebody's got
to know him.

MUNCH: Captain, I think
we've got something.

A woman just called
the tip line.

Swears the guy
in the photo is her ex,
Lawrence Jasinski.

CRAGEN: That looks like him.

FlN: He was
a private investigator
out of Jersey City

until they yanked
his license two years ago
for illegal wire taps.

Track down Elliot.

I'm sure he's going
to want to be there
when you pick this guy up.

Either Larry's
a messy book-keeper,

or the Death Knights
read the paper.

How did they find him
before we did?

Better intel.
Trust me, they've got
contacts all over.

Bad timing springing
Liv this morning.

With her luck,
they'll pin this
on her, too.

Son of a bitch.
He's been tailing her.

While she was
on the job.

Half the people
we canvass toss our cards
the second we leave.

Larry must have been
scooping them up.

Explains how her card
got on the victim.

(LAWRENCE GROANlNG)

SVU portable.
We need a bus.

Lawrence. Lawrence.
Who did this to you?

(GROANlNG) Bikers.

Friends of the guy
you killed.

I didn't kill anybody.

Hey. Why did you
set her up for it?

How did you
get her blood?

What blood?

I just followed her
for a client.

STABLER: Who?

Lawrence. Who?
Who's the client?

Bikers took his file.

Brady Harrison.

Brady Harrison.

Liv and I put him away six,
seven years ago
for a string of date rapes.

CRAGEN:
The Rohypnol Rapist.
I remember him.

He got out in April,
but his stay did overlap
with Clyde Vandyne at Attica.

I put a call in.

Clyde and Brady had
an altercation
in the prison yard.

Clyde came out
without a scratch.

Brady wound up
in the prison infirmary.

So, Brady waited
until they both
got out for payback.

Elliot and Fin
picking him up?

Hopefully alive.

STABLER: Who took the call?

FlN: Whitney Bowman.

What the hell
is going on?

One step behind
the whole way.

I just want him alive.
We need him to clear Liv.

Police!
Anyone here?

Whitney, you here?

Clear in here!

Whoa!
Bowman!

Did you hear us
call your name?

No. No, I was
in the back yard.

I found a body.

The owner?
No. A dog.
The throat was slit.

The animals killed a dog?
That doesn't bode well
for Brady.

Any sign of him?

No. I searched
the whole place.

The Death Knights
did this.

STABLER: Search warrant!

Police! Everybody
on the ground!

Everybody down!

COP 1: Get down! Get down!

Kiss the ground, T-Bone.

COP 2: Put your hands
behind your back, now!

All right.
Brady Harrison.
Where is he?

We don't have a member
by that name.

Hands on the table.
No, no.

You got his address off
a beat down in Jersey City.
Remember that?

We saw the work you did
on Harrison's dog.

I want to call
my lawyer. Now.

You do that.
You. I know you.

Get up.
Where is he?
Where is he?

We don't have
your girlfriend, Brady.

Were you in
that brownstone?

Hey! Stop!

(MOUTHlNG)

(CRASHlNG)

What did they do to Brady?
I need him to explain
how he set up my partner.

He wasn't home.
We don't have him.

(EXHALES lN FRUSTRATlON)

Where the hell is he?

I see him right in front
of my building. Come on, El.
I don't need a babysitter.

You do until
we find Harrison.

Where are we on that?

His financials
just came in.

Guess who took
their silver Mercedes
to an auto body shop

two days ago to get
a dent taken out
of their front bumper?

This proves Brady was
the one that took down Clyde
in that alley, and not Liv.

But that doesn't
keep her out of jail.

All juries want to hear
about is DNA, and Liv's
is still on that knife.

I paid Brady's Pl
a visit in the E.R.

Turns out Brady told him
to follow Liv into the diner

and then bag her utensils
after she left.

Well, we get DNA off
silverware all the time.

Yeah, but the sample
from the murder weapon was
Liv's blood, not her saliva.

Did you just stop by
to throw more monkey
wrenches into her case?

I haven't stopped
running tests since
this went down.

And?
And I found
a small anomaly.

In normal DNA,
about 80% of the markers
are methylated.

In Liv's sample
on the knife,
none are.

So, what does that mean?

I had to go out of the
country to find the answer.
All the way to lsrael.

Did my people help you?

Maybe. But they just set
crime investigations back
twenty years.

This past summer,
scientists there found
a way to fabricate DNA.

You're joking.

I wish I was.

Following their method,

someone could have
taken a random vial
of anyone's blood

and spun out
the white blood cells,

which are the only ones
that contain DNA.

That blood sample
wouldn't have
any DNA in it.

Exactly.

Someone took Liv's DNA.

Amplified it.
Okay, amplified it.

And put it
in someone
else's blood?

Making the entire
genetic sample
essentially Olivia's.

It's brilliant
and frighteningly simple.

Anything in that pile
to connect Brady to
the scientists in lsrael?

No. But I found something
interesting on Amsterdam.

Joseph Soltesz?

JOSEPH: Yes?

A man from upstate
told me you could hook me
up with your services.

Why I ain't
heard from you?

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

I'm talking about that
little blood trick you did
for Brady Harrison.

Twenty-five G's
still the going rate?

That was to
sequence his genome.

Find out what genetic time
bombs people are carrying.

Is that what
you want done?
Nah.

I want to set
someone up for murder.

Look. I perform perfectly
legal genetic experiments
for people.

But not without
the proper references.

Then, I understand.
And I appreciate you
take precautions.

But Brady's not answering
his home or his cell.

And I misplaced his
Trac Phone number.
You got it?

I have the contact number
he gave me.

Call him
and check me out.

Tell him it's Fin.

FlN: From Cell Block H,
JOSEPH: Hold on,

I think
he's falling for it.

It's ringing.

(PHONE RlNGlNG)

This is Brady,

I'm otherwise engaged
at the moment,
Leave a message,

Damn it.

I got the general vicinity.
He's still in the city.

That's Liv's neighborhood.

Raise the Patrolman
on the radio.

Tell him not to let
anyone in her building.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Callahan.
You have a bladder
the size of a pea.

How many bathroom breaks
does this make?

Callahan?

(PHONE RlNGlNG)
Hold on. One second.

If it's for me,
I'm not here.

Come on! Olivia.

We need to talk.

Open the door!
Help!

Open the door!

(YELLS)

(LAUGHS)

(PANTlNG) We're not very
evenly matched, are we?

Is that the Taser
you used on Clyde?

I thought you'd go
for your gun. Oh, oh!

That's right. They take
those away when you're
facing trial for murder.

There's a cop downstairs right
now watching this building.

Not anymore.

(CELL PHONE RlNGlNG)

No. No.

Then, we only have
a few minutes.

You better ask
your questions now.

Why did you set me up?

Why did you have Clyde
terrorize me in prison?

I didn't even
know Clyde.

You think I arranged
some jailhouse brawl?

(ANGRlLY) You know
what I'm talking about!

Oh, my God.

He raped you.

(SlGHS) He brutalized me.

He told everyone
that I was a punk.

There for anyone
to sodomize.

To trade
as a sex slave.

Why didn't you
report it?

Like the guards
didn't know.
Like you didn't know.

I didn't know.

You couldn't stand
that I had no remorse for
what I did to those women.

So you set me up.

Who told you that?

You did!
Don't you remember?

"A pretty boy like you
is going to be real
popular in prison.

"Maybe when
you're raped,

"you'll understand
what you put those
women through."

I never should
have said that.

Even to scare you,
I never should
have said that.

But I swear to God,
I did not arrange
for you to be raped.

I'm so sorry.

Oh. You're sorry?

Oh.

Well, I'm not sorry
that I set you up
for Clyde's murder.

The DNA still trumps
this hearsay confession.

Where did you
get my blood?

That one,
I'm taking
to the grave.

Don't!

Bitch.

Bitch.

(GROANS)

Liv? You okay?

(PANTlNG) Yeah.

I think I'm finally
getting over
this damn flu.

Good. Then you can
meet the guy who
helped him set you up.

How many other
innocent people like
me did you set up?

There's no law
against what I did.

You almost put her
in jail for life.

Now, when they
raided your lab, they
found the book-keeping.

Brady wasn't
your first customer.

There are at least a dozen
people standing trial or
already in prison for crimes

that they didn't commit
because of your
fabricated DNA.

It's nothing personal.

It's a brand new market.
I cornered it.

Do you have any idea
what this means?

Every perp is going
to claim their DNA was
cooked up in some lab.

It's so easy.

Any biology undergraduate
can do it.

It's a whole new world.

Guess your free ride
is over.