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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.

[dramatic musical sting]

[whispers] Elliot.

Tried to kill Kathy.

I'm worried for him.

I don't know
if it's the healthiest thing

for him to be investigating
his own wife's murder.

You have PTSD.

Do you think
you could sit down?

No, I really
don't think I can.

Liv, it was Sacha Lenski.
He saw everything.

Kathy was a target.

[sighs]

Liv, he knew.
He was there.

He activated the bomb
from across the street.

It was Sacha Lenski.

He saw everything.

He knew it was Kathy
getting into the car.

Thank you for calling.
Please leave a message.

Elliot, it's me.
I'm sorry I didn't pick up.

I just listened
to your message.

[sighs]

Call me back.

Please.

Call me back, okay?

[sighs]

[loud dance music]

This watch is insane, Xavi.

I'm obsessed.

Try it on.

They said the waiting list
was four years.

- Pulled a few strings.
- VIP treatment.

I could get used to that.

- Another round?
- Yeah.

So Xavi,

do you respond
to all your DMs or...

Nope.
Just yours.

Oh, my God.
Shut up.

- It's the truth.
- Despina!

Des, oh, my God.

Piper!
Girl, you look fire.

What are you doing here?

Xavi, this is Despina.
We model together.

Here.
Take my chair.

Hot and sweet.
I don't wanna interrupt.

No, stay.
Do you mind, Xavi?

Me?
No.

Three works for my algorithm.

We're moving over here.

♪ Nothing like
a love song, baby ♪

- Cheers.
- Yay!

♪ Just because I let you
drive me crazy ♪

♪ Probably thinking
it's your love song, baby ♪

Ah...
[giggling]

More!
[laughter]

♪ I guess this is what
you get ♪

♪ Throwing pebbles
in the ocean ♪

♪ Ocean

♪ You probably think this is
your love song, baby ♪

♪ This ain't nothin'
like a love song, baby ♪

[phone chimes]

♪ Just because I let you
drive me crazy ♪

♪ Drive me crazy

♪ Now you're thinking
it's your love song, baby ♪

Wanna get out of here?

Where to?

[giggles]

♪ You see it like
your love song, baby ♪

♪ Just because
I let you drive me crazy... ♪

Let's get out of here.

Should I order a car?

We got a QuickRide, remember?

- Despina?
- That's her.

- Where we going?
- Where do you wanna go?

[laughs]
Vegas.

- Ooh, Vegas!
- To Las Vegas!

Whoo!
Vegas!

- [laughs]
- Ooh!

How's this freak
not PTFO out?

- High tolerance?
- Where the hell is Jade?

- [moans]
- Oh, no, baby.

We're out of champs.

I'll get it.

You got that credit card,
baby?

I got you.
It's the black one, all right?

Just stay with me.

- Oh...
- So sexy.

But we're thirsty.
Please.

- Knock knock.
- Jade's here.

- [pop]
- Whoo!

- With more refreshments.
- Think you're gonna like her.

[uneasy music]

♪

Xavi?

I need you to wake up, okay?

What the hell's
in that stuff?

He's fine.

Come on, baby.
Let's see those eyes.

[gasps]

Good boy.

I need your PIN number.

Keep the party going.

Where going?

Here.

So how about that PIN?

Xavier!

What's your PIN number?

314159.

I'll be back.
Keep him happy.

[knocking]

I try many times.
No answer.

Rise and shine, pal.
Checkout was two hours ago.

All right. We can't
wait for him to get sober.

Go ahead.
Open it.

[gasps]

Virgen santísima.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Don't touch anything.

Madre de dios!

[dramatic music]

♪

That's him, Xavier Garcia.

Okay.
A social app billionaire here.

He's slumming it.

Hey.
Your cousin.

Was she still involved
with him?

Who knows?
I haven't talked to her since

she decided not to testify.

Looks like a party overdose.

They find Xavi naked,
tied spread eagle to the bed.

Okay.
Any luck with security cams?

Well, we pulled
everything they had,

but this isn't The Plaza.

That's why people come here
in the first place.

- Who found the body?
- The maid and the house dick.

Former cop, Mulhall.
He's inside.

A retired cop
working security,

so probably misses the action.

Make him feel like
he's part of the team,

and then check with Vice,

see if they have
any similar M.O.s.

Hey, Kat?

And ask your cousin
to come in.

Okay.

I saw the deceased
come in last night

with a couple working girls

just before I punched out
around midnight.

You ever seen him before?

On the news.
Not around here.

What about the girls?
You get a look at them?

High-end.

One Black, one white.

You know, never saw 'em before,
but they were pros.

They used his credit card
to pay for the room.

He was 20 sheets to the wind.

And you just let that go?

Business is on life support,

so unless they're soliciting
in my presence,

urinating in the hallway,
hitting the pipe on the way in,

I'm encouraged to look
the other way.

Is he the first guy
to end up dead here?

Yeah. But I've had to call
paramedics four times

over the past couple months.

If you ask me,
there's a bad batch

of something going around.

And none of these men
filed a police report?

[scoffs] After waking up
tied to the bed?

You know the drill...
Married, prominent, both.

That's why they're targeted.

If he was where
he was supposed to be

when he was supposed
to be there,

none of this would've
happened to him.

Thanks.

You can't find this
at Home Depot.

May I?

Bag this up.

All right, well,
got a wallet.

No cash, and looks like
some credit cards are missing.

Anything good?

Credit card receipt
from last night

from the Silver Fleece.

Sure.
Xavier Garcia.

Biggest tab in nine months.

I heard he OD'd.

Big tab.
So he wasn't drinking alone?

Couple of lady friends.

A white girl, blonde,
then a hot Black chick.

With the three of them, it was
like a Benetton ad in here.

Do you know
if they came together?

- No.
- The blonde was here before him.

Sitting at the bar,
putting out the vibe.

You know, ready to pounce.

Guys hit on her,
but she was waiting for a date.

When the second girl
showed up,

did they seem like
they knew each other?

All "mwah-mwah"
when they came in.

They got him good and sauced.
Top shelf.

On his credit card?

Hey, they tipped me great.

These days, I don't have
the luxury of judging.

Neither do we.

But we're gonna need to see
that security footage.

Sure.

Ugh.

My cousin Lily
finally got back to me.

She said
she's too upset to talk.

We have tissues
at the squad room.

How'd this even happen?

Xavi was a health freak.

He never does drugs.
He barely drinks.

Well, I think he may have
had another side to him.

What do you mean?

You recognize these girls?

No.

We went through his phone

and found out that he was DMing
with a woman on Instagram,

but her profile has gone dark.

Xavi doesn't date
Insta girls anymore.

He... he promised me.

Well, he may have slipped up.

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

A few days ago.

Uh, we kind of had a blowout.
But we were about to make up.

I... I called him last night.

He declined my call.

[sighs]
I was mad.

I left a message
going off on him.

What if that's the last thing
Xavi heard me say?

So she's still no help.

You okay?

Yeah.
I feel for her.

There's some things
that you can never take back.

Got the security footage
from the hotel.

They do have cameras,

but they're more set up
for privacy than security,

so it's not much help.

Okay, that looks like
a third woman.

Is she in the security footage
from the bar?

No.
She must've showed up later.

About that security footage.
Anything on facial recognition?

TARU's still checking.

I sent these pictures
over to Phoebe.

These girls aren't known
by Vice.

That doesn't mean that they
haven't done it before, right?

I mean, they're not new
to the life.

They roll guys like these

because they know that
they'll never call the cops.

So no reason to kill 'em.

No.
None.

So we're looking
at an accidental OD.

Security guard at the hotel

said they've had
a few close calls.

Yeah, so maybe it's
a bad batch on the street.

He also said that.

You two got
your second vaccine?

- How'd it go?
- I feel like I won parole.

I slept for 12 hours.

I'm so relieved
for all of us.

- Yeah.
- Too late for Mr. Garcia.

Cause of death:
Acute intoxication.

Aside from the sky-high
blood alcohol level,

he took or was given oxycodone,

fentanyl, and MDMA.

Okay, those are
fairly common street drugs.

Any recent ODs, same cocktail?

No, but where there's one...

You might wanna check
area hospitals.

There were women there.
Any DNA?

Nope.

He went.
He didn't come.

[scoffs]
They worked him.

Only thing they wanted
in his pants was his wallet.

So you can't rule manner?

- Not now.
It's a CUPPI.

Thanks, Warner.

Liv.

How's Stabler doing?

I wrote my condolences.

Never heard back.

Yeah, he's, uh...

he's going through a lot.

Take care.

Thank you.

Liv.

Elliot, I called you back
last night.

Did you get my message?

- I know.
- Thanks.

I just... I didn't...

I didn't want to do this
over the phone.

Okay. Tell me.
What... what's going on?

Sacha Lenski was
in the window watching?

He saw her.

Her saw her getting
into the car.

Elliot, that doesn't prove

that she was the target.

Liv, he knew it was her.

He saw her get in the car.

And I don't know why.
It makes no sense.

Why would anyone
wanna kill Kathy?

Elliot, listen to me.

Whatever evidence you have,
Elliot, it's not your case.

- You have to give it to Intel.
- I did.

I just feel as though
Moennig is shining me.

I don't even know
where they are with the case.

You're not supposed to.

You got connections
over there.

Just reach out to 'em.

I can't.

You have no idea
how many people are telling me

to stay away from this...

To stay away from you.

Who's telling you that?

Who's telling you
that?

Elliot, did you hear anything

that we said to you
the other night?

I don't wanna talk
about the other night.

Elliot, you have
to take care of yourself.

I'm begging you
to slow this all down.

Go home.

Eat something.
Get some rest, Elliot.

You have to do this
for yourself.

For your kids.

I hear you.

Good.

Are we good?

I hope so.

[sighs]

What do we got?

That's the night manager,
Ranveer.

He ID'd the white one.

Says there was a second girl,
maybe Chinese, not Black.

All right.
Ranveer found the body?

Yeah, he responded
to a noise complaint.

Nobody answered.

Went up an hour later,
TV's still blaring.

He went in.
Found a guy.

OD'd, naked,

cash in his wallet gone,
no ATM cards.

Thanks, Detective.

Press got here pretty quick
for an OD death.

Yeah, it hit Twitter
a half hour ago.

The vic is Paul Landry.

His disciples think of him
as some sort of a Robin Hood.

Squeezing the hedge fund guys
till they lose their shorts.

It's the same M.O.

Are we looking
at the same women?

Well, the night manager
ID'd the blonde

from a security still.

But then he said there's
another one, an Asian.

Oh, my God.

What?

Hotel Moulin.
This is where Simon died.

This guy, Landry,
OD'd in the same hotel

as your brother, Simon, did?

I'm so sorry.

Simon.

At the time,
you said that Simon's death

- was accidental, right?
- I did.

Local police found him
alone in his room.

No sign of foul play.

He had a history of addiction.

What about the drugs
in Simon's system?

Checking.

Both Garcia and Landry OD'd

on a mixture of oxycodone,
fentanyl, and MDMA.

But Simon's dose was heroin
and fentanyl.

It doesn't matter.
Street drugs change.

There's new batches
every month.

It's the same M.O.

and the same hotel.

Simon was rolled, Fin.
He was murdered.

Maybe, Liv.

But this crew was targeting
high rollers.

Simon was down on his luck,
am I right?

Maybe they didn't know that.

Simon could always
talk a good game.

Before you
ruled this accidental,

how much investigation
did you do?

That's not my job.

Based on the police report,

it was the right conclusion
at the time.

I need to speak
to the responding officer.

They missed something.

Detective Fernandez,
thank you for coming down.

A DA's task force for guys
that've been trick-rolled?

I know this guy
Landry's a big deal but...

We think that these women
have been operating

longer than the past week

and some of these ODs
that were ruled accidental

maybe weren't.

Yeah, okay.
I can see that.

So there was an OD a year ago
at the Hotel Moulin,

Simon Marsden.

You answered the 911 call?

Oh, that one.

Manager called in the OD.

Guy was already gone.

He was alone in the room.

How much investigating
did you do?

Guy takes a bus in
from Jersey,

becomes a dead body
at a short-stay motel.

Not a lot of heat on it.

Okay, well, how about who
he was with the night of?

Who paid for the motel?
I could go on.

Look.
I've been around a lot

of dead junkies before,
all right?

But this guy wasn't rolled.

He had his wallet
on him with cash,

his phone, his watch.

Did you talk to anybody,
any witnesses,

the clerk who checked him in?

Seriously, what's this about?

This guy's no Landry or Garcia,
all right?

I left word with his ex.

She didn't even get back to me.
Nobody cared.

- I did.
- Okay.

Was he an informant of yours
or something?

He was my brother.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But I did this by the book.
Captain, with all due respect,

it was what it was.

[exhales deeply]

Olivia.

Simon.

Wednesday, lunch?
My day off.

You pick the place, the time.

[sighs]

Simon, it's me and Noah,

and we are here
waiting for you.

Listen... I knew that
this was a bad idea.

[door opens]
So don't...

Don't bother calling me back,
okay?

As a matter of fact,
Simon, don't...

Don't ever call me.

All this time,

all I've thought about is

what it must have
felt like for him

to hear me say that,
and he never did.

It's for the best though,
right?

As far as he knew,
it never happened.

I guess you cracked
that passcode.

Yeah. It was
his daughter's birthday.

I, uh, I had to call Tracy,
his ex.

How'd that go?

[exhales deeply]
Strange.

You know, I called her
when Simon died

to ask her what
she wanted to do,

and she asked me to deal
with the remains,

and then she said that she
would come up with the kids

and we could have a little,
you know, celebration

and scatter his ashes.

That never happened.

No.

A couple of months went by,
and then...

COVID hit.

I just had no idea that

she never picked up
his belongings.

But at least now
we can track his day

and find the women
that killed him.

- Liv.
- So I traced Simon's last call

on the day he died,
7 p.m., to an Edward Buddusky.

That name mean
anything to you?

No, but...

I got an address
to a brokerage firm downtown,

and I'm gonna go over there.

Listen, I'ma tell you the
same thing you told Stabler.

This is your family.

And if this guy's complicit,
the dealer, the pimp,

you can't be the one
who interrogates him.

I know.

I was devastated
to hear about Simon.

But word was he OD'd, no?

It's an ongoing
investigation.

Oh, investigation.

Nobody reached out
to me before.

Well, we just found out that
you were one of his last calls.

Yeah, I'm afraid I was.

Can you tell us
what you were talking about?

We're supposed
to keep this anonymous,

but, uh, I was once
his sponsor.

NA.

Now I've been sober 20 years.

I do wealth management
for high-end clients.

They don't need to know
my ancient history.

I get that.
So Simon reached out to you?

Yeah.

He said he was depressed,
thinking about using.

- What'd you tell him?
- To be careful.

You know,
you can be in recovery,

but it doesn't mean
you're recovered.

Thought he heard me,
but... pfft... this disease.

He mention stopping anywhere?

You know, hook up with
a dealer, a friend?

No.

Told me he was going home
to Jersey.

I looked up a meeting for him.

Did he tell you why
he was in the city?

No. He was going
through a rough time.

Maybe it was a job interview.

I should have asked.

Okay.

Uh, well, before we go,

uh, any chance that you know

either of these girls?

No. That's not exactly
my clientele,

and I'm a happily married man.

- Good for you. Thanks a lot.
- Mm-hmm.

- What's going on?
- Just got a text from Mulhall

at Hotel Bordeaux.

He has a buddy who works
security at another dive,

and he just found this guy
ODing... EMTs are on the way.

He was partying
with three hookers:

One white, one Black,
and one Asian.

So the guy's alive?
Call Liv?

Let's hold off for now.

This has never
happened before.

- I run a good hotel.
- I'm sure.

- Was he with any women?
- Yes.

But Dr. Linderman's
always with women.

- They love him.
- You know him?

Please.
I've said too much.

He took care
of my granddaughter

when she had migraines.
He's a good man.

I called 911 right away.

You need to help him.
- Okay.

- Coming through.
- Is he gonna make it?

He was giving himself Narcan
when we got here.

Okay. NYPD.

Nabile, my friend,
you called the police?

I thought you were dying.

We need to talk to you.

- Ugh. My heart.
- We have to move.

We'll talk to you
at the hospital.

If you make it.

Now we call Liv.

So you caught a live one,
huh?

Dr. Walter Linderman.

Apparently, he's a renowned

pediatric neurosurgeon
at Mercy.

Teaches at Hudson U.

The guy who nearly overdosed
in a hot sheet hotel

has a day job performing

delicate, life-saving surgery
on kids?

That's probably why
he's still alive.

He gave himself Narcan
at the scene.

We followed him
to the hospital,

but he invoked
professional privilege,

said he was waiting
for his lawyer.

Anything tie him
to your mystery woman?

Well, Warner's still
working up the tox report,

but he fits the profile.

He's a family man.

He's well-respected
in his field.

He has a lot to lose.

Good.
Means he'll cooperate.

First of all, I wanna be sure
that my client

isn't the target
of an investigation.

- He's a victim.
- Understood.

Therefore, it would behoove him
to cooperate with us.

He will, in exchange
for full immunity.

I'll consider it after
I hear what he has to say.

So doctor, were you
with these women last night?

Before you answer,

do know that we're gonna go
through your credit cards

and your cell phone records.

You just said that
I wasn't the target.

And you're not.
These women are.

They are suspects in three

drug-facilitated murders.

- They rolled you, Doctor.
- No.

Not these girls.
You got 'em all wrong.

- So you do know them?
- They're friends of mine.

They would never hurt me.
They're good people.

Um, good people.

They left you to die.

You almost OD'd.

It's not what you think.

My job is stressful.

I need to blow off steam.

We're consenting adults.
We were partying together.

They didn't slip me anything.

It was just something
stronger than I'm used to.

I wanna be clear that
these were not his drugs.

- He did not procure them.
- Who did then?

This is starting
to feel adversarial.

Well, wait till the press
gets a hold of the story.

Nobody will believe them.

Your wife might.

Now shall we try this again?

No.
Okay.

Hold on.

Those two women
in the security photo.

I may have a contact
for one of them.

Piper Thomas?

Yeah?

NYPD.
You need to come with us.

What's this about?

We have a warrant
for your arrest.

Let's go.
Felix, get in the car.

Lady, are you crazy?
Officers, sorry.

- You know this woman?
- God, no.

Her name is Piper.

Come on.

Well, that's a new one.
You want me to stop her?

Oh, I think
the performance art is over.

While we wait
for a public defender,

what do we have?

Piper Thomas.

And don't let
the sweet face fool you.

She is a former club dancer
from Montreal

with priors
for possession, soliciting,

and unlawful use
of a credit card.

Yeah, we caught her
trying to leave town.

Went through her bags.

Inside, we found
six men's watches,

four college rings,
$10,000 in cash,

three burner cells,

and a couple
of different glassine baggies.

Warner is processing
the substances now.

Hey.

Anything to connect her
to the vic?

Well, her tablet had a file
labeled "insurance."

Selfies with Xavi,
Paul Landry,

Dr. Linderman,
and lots of others,

including October of 2019,

Edward Buddusky.

With Simon.

He told you that
he was Simon's sponsor.

Well, he lied.

So you're an ADA.
Do I need to call my lawyer?

Well, yeah, you can do that,
Mr. Buddusky.

But in that case,
you'd have to tell them

to meet us at the arraignment
where we'll be charging you

with distribution of narcotics,
patronizing a prostitute,

criminally negligent homicide...

Wait, wait, no.
[laughs]

I didn't kill Simon.

Like I told the detective,
he called me.

Stop.
You're not his sponsor,

and we know you were with him
the night he died.

What are you talking about?

This woman.

Piper Thomas,
we have her in custody.

Now, her story is that
this is all on you.

I'm a good Samaritan.
I called 911.

The drugs were theirs,
not mine.

Instead of blaming
a sex worker who you hired,

why don't you just
stop lying to us?

So how do you
really know Simon?

We knew each other
in high school.

There's got to be more
to the story than that.

Kept in touch
all of these years?

So why did he call you
that night?

Look.

It's not what you think.

- So what is it?
- He was in a bad way.

He had no money.
He was looking for a job.

He had a record.
I couldn't hire him.

Go on.

We went for coffee.

I offered
to loan him some money.

He was angry at the world,
and I don't blame him.

He was as smart as I was.
Just made bad choices.

Kept saying,
"Why do you have everything?

I have nothing."
I felt bad for the guy.

So you got him high.

I didn't have
to twist his arm.

He kept drinking,

going on about his father
killing himself,

how his wife left him...

Said he was supposed
to meet his sister for lunch,

but he was too embarrassed
to show.

And how did Piper
get involved?

Come on.

Mr. Buddusky,
we know that you called her.

I couldn't help Simon,

so I thought
I could change his mood,

show him a good time.

I knew Piper
from a strip club.

She and her friend
met us at a bar.

We had more drinks.

Who was the friend?

She was Black, cute.

I think her name was Despina.

She kept flirting with Simon.
His confidence was up.

I didn't tell him
I bankrolled the whole thing.

And so then what happened?

I don't remember.

Well, we know that the night
didn't end there.

So if you won't tell us
your side of the story,

I guess... I guess we'll go
with Piper's.

Let's go, guys.

Okay.
Okay.

We end up at this motel.

They said they had a connection
for party favors.

Simon's eyes lit up.
And whatever it was,

it was nothing
I'd ever done before.

Passed out.
When I woke up, they were gone.

And Simon?

I went to wake him, but he...

He was ice cold on the bed.

Blue.

So I...

I put his clothes back on.
I cleaned up the room.

You just left him there?

Alone?

Like I said,

I called 911,

but he was dead.

I have a wife,

kids.

I know this sounds horrible,

but the only thing
I could tell myself is

Simon died happy.

He had one last good time.

Number three.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Simon really liked her.

Take your time, Mr. Dass.

No need.

Number five.

She always comes
after the other girls.

[knocking]

It's number four.

[knocking]

That's all three.

All ID'd on the scene

where Xavier, Landry,
Linderman...

And Simon OD'd.

Look, I know
that it's a stretch,

but does that get us
to manslaughter?

It would help
if we could find out

who supplied the drugs.

But we got three contestants.

Time to play
"Let's Make a Deal."

I wouldn't kill
any of these guys.

They were my clients,
my friends.

Friends you drugged
and rolled.

We found watches.

We found rings
in her luggage.

They gave me that stuff.

And they weren't
my client's drugs.

Then whose were they?

Look... you dosed,
and then you robbed these guys.

The ADA's gonna go
for Man Two.

You know how much time you get
in person for three C felonies?

Piper, now's the time to tell
him who supplied the drugs.

First of all, Dr. Linderman
is a really nice guy.

Everything that happened
between us was consensual.

What about Xavier Garcia,
Paul Landry?

They wanted to die?

That's hardly consensual.

Look... these guys got plenty
for their money.

I'm sorry they died,
but that's not my fault.

That's your move?

You are looking at three counts
of manslaughter.

That's 15 years, each count.

Tell us who brought the drugs,
Despina,

or we will arrest you
right now.

Piper and Despina
are lying whores.

They find these guys,
get 'em drunk.

I'm just along for the party.

I have no idea
where these drugs came from.

Okay, well, we have text
messages on your burner cell

to another burner cell.

"This batch is NG.
People are dropping."

Who were you texting?

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

Jade, one death, maybe
that was accidental, okay?

But second guy dies,
third ODs?

You knew there was a problem.
That's on you.

This is your last chance
to help yourself.

Piper and Despina
are gonna testify against you.

[exhales deeply]

No loyalty.

There's no reason you should
be left holding the bag.

I know there's somebody
you can kick this back to.

I don't kick back to
or depend on anybody.

My mind, my body, my daughter.

That's all I got in this world.

And that's all I have to say.

She's hanging tough.

We still got
two against one.

But my guess, it's a dealer,
or it's a pimp.

She's too afraid
of him to turn.

[footsteps]

Warner.

It's good to get out
of the morgue.

You have anything
on the tox screen?

Yeah, all three
of your vics...

Garcia, Landry, Linderman...

Dosed with the same bad batch.

So the girls had to know.

Which bumps their culpability
from recklessly to knowingly

but still doesn't prove intent.

What about the glassine bags
we found in Piper's luggage?

One was a match.

I reached out to Vice.

They're very familiar
with Purple Magic.

It's oxy cut with fentanyl.

The batch our vics
were dosed with had MDMA

and a higher concentration
of fentanyl.

So somebody's making
their own stash,

passing it off as Purple Magic,

only their version is lethal.

Something else
you should know.

Organized crime
has been tracking

Purple Magic for a while now.

A separate investigation.

You might wanna check with
anyone you know over there.

[dramatic musical sting]

Three ODs, Warner thinks
they're all Purple Magic.

It's a knockoff of the brand.

Hey, you should know

that my brother, Simon,

may have been drugged
by the same crew.

- What? When?
- Uh, year and a half ago.

Warner thought it was an OD.

Sorry to hear that.

So this is where
they found Simon's body.

Paul Laundry OD'd
in this hotel two nights ago

in a room right down the hall.

Nothing on security cams?

And you got three women
in custody...

They give up the dealer?

- Oh, not yet.
- [sighs]

What do you know?

Strictly off the record,

the target of our
investigation, Wheatley...

The person that you
think is responsible

for Kathy's death.

He's got a legitimate company
that manufactures oxy.

His side gig,
he adds fentanyl to it,

and he peddles it
as Purple Magic.

Okay, well this batch,
somebody cut it

with too much fentanyl.

I can tell you Wheatley
doesn't want bodies dropping.

Maybe it's a rival gang

that's piggybacking
off his brand name.

Kat's got something.

TARU pulled this off
of Piper's snapchat.

Cheers, bitches!

Where's the rest
of my stash?

- Don't worry about it.
- We can make plenty more.

- Let's roll.
- Sorry, boo.

- We're ready.
- What about these two?

That's Simon.

That's Simon?

Piper, how stupid are you?

Delete that.
Now!

That guy was the driver
when we picked up Piper.

He's not the driver.
He's their dealer.

Somebody
from Wheatley's crew,

maybe someone gone rogue?

- Do you know him?
- Never seen him before.

But we better find him
before Wheatley does.

- Looks familiar.
- I take a lot of Ubers

- and QuickRides.
- No.

He's either your pimp
or your dealer or both.

Again, my client
doesn't have a pimp

because my client
isn't a sex worker.

Mm.
This refresh your memory?

- I kiss a lot of men.
- Do you?

While partying over the body
of an OD victim?

This is the first
I'm seeing this.

Frickin' Piper.
Felix told her to delete that.

What else did he tell you

after you texted him,
"People are dropping?"

The last thing I need
is a dead john.

Live johns
are repeat customers.

- Jade...
- Save it, Legal Aid.

What do you want from me?

We're having a hard time
finding Felix.

- He's like that.
- Jade.

If you're afraid of him,
we can help you.

I'm not.
I know things.

So why protect him?

'Cause he's
your daughter's father.

- I'm not giving him up.
- Well, he's done, regardless.

It doesn't matter,
his involvement here.

Your baby daddy has been
ripping off the wrong guys.

He's safer with us
than on the street.

[laughs] Do people really
still fall for this?

Jade, you're tough.
I get it.

You've been on your own.

You've been taking care
of yourself your whole life.

- I respect that.
- That's right.

- Started from the bottom.
- But you're here now.

And I don't know what your
legal aid's been telling you,

but you're not getting
out of here any time soon.

Exactly what I've been
trying to tell her.

So you are looking out
for Felix,

but he's not
looking out for you.

And your daughter, Jade,
who's looking out for her?

None of your business.

Because if you're counting
on Felix to step up,

she's gonna wind up
underground.

Felix would never.
He loves Giana.

I'm sure that he does,

but the crew
that he's been screwing over...

they don't.

They're big-time,
international.

Drugs, human trafficking,
murder.

Are you gonna let your
daughter just fend for herself?

'Cause you may be right.
We may not be able to help you.

But we can help her.

Yeah, yeah.

Did that bitch, Jade,
give me up?

My mother said not
to trust that one, you know?

You got a bigger problem,
Felix.

Your Purple Magic...
Three dead men.

All OD'd on a batch
you supplied.

Purple Magic.
That's a name brand.

- Everyone wants it.
- Yeah.

But the batch you gave
your girls wasn't pure.

Somebody stepped on it.

Not me.
I'm a delivery boy.

For who?

Why don't you just shoot me
right here?

Listen, man.

We put you back on the street,
you're dead.

We put you in prison,
you're dead.

You got one option.

They're looking
into these ODs.

They picked me up.

They asked me all
these kinds of questions.

They know we're putting out
our own Purple Magic.

What did you tell them?

Look.

You know me, man.
I'm loyal.

And they let you walk?

Thanks for the heads-up.

Wh... what do you want me
to say to them?

I'll call ya.

- Wait.
- [laughs nervously]

That's it?

You gotta get out of here,
Felix.

- He's tanking it.
- Or they made him.

[inaudible dialogue]

[tense music]

♪

C.I.'s heading east
on Lispenard.

What's he doing?

Why's he turning around?

We gotta get him
out of there.

[car horn honks]

Elliot, something's going down.

Hold on.
Wait.

[gunfire]

SVU portable to Central...

Liv, down...
Gunfire.

[crowd commotion]

[wolf howls]