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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.

You sure it's
not too expensive?

It's your prom,
you need the right dress.

Well, stacie's
taking care of the limo.

One without a bar inside.

Mom, there won't
be any drinking, I promise.

You've grown into
a beautiful woman, Jenna.

I'm so proud of you.

Well, I'm proud of you.

You're going
to do great next week.

Hey!

Leave us alone!

Just let him have it.

Here! Take it!
You happy?

No, nooo!

Mom! Mom! Mom!

Oh, my God.

Female, looks early 40s,

deceased from a single gunshot,
point-blank to the forehead.

In and out?

Dug the slug out of
that building over there.

Was totally pancaked.

But useless for
comparison.

Perp stole her purse too.

What's the sex crime?

Don't know.

So why are we here?

Victim's daughter.

She told the EMT's to
call Benson and stabler at svu.

That's Jenna fox.

Olivia!
Olivia, he killed my mom!

You know her.

Annette fox.

Her rape trial
was starting next week.

Imagine you've seen
your mother shot.

What do we have
on the rape?

Pretty much an open-and-shut case
until last night.

Two years ago,
a woman named Annette fox

went to the grand opening party of
some salon in soho, "xcelerater."

Owned by Luke Ronson.

Stylist who thinks
he's a rock star.

And we know he's a rapist.

The party goes on into
the wee hours,

Ronson invites Annette into
the back for a private drink.

The next thing you know, she's
waking up in the back of a cab,

in pain, and her panties
are on inside-out.

Annette says it was rape,
Ronson says it was consensual.

But he obviously drugged her.

Docs found ghb
in her bloodstream,

and we found ghb
in his salon.

That's possession
of an illegal substance.

Well, he admits to that.

He says he uses it at his gym,
and his trainer backed him up.

Claims she must've got
some residue

off a glass
she drank from.

He said-she said
with a circumstantial twist.

Annette
was totally believable.

And we knew
the hump would go down

once she told her story
in front of the jury.

So why
the two year wait?

Ronson's attorney,
heshy horowitz,

has just been using
every diversionary motion

and procedural tactic.
He's stalling his ass off.

And now
a week before the trial,

she gets gunned down
in a purse snatch?

We don't
believe it either.

Luckily, there
were two security cameras

out on
the street last night.

You're gonna see
Annette and Jenna--

that's her daughter--
coming out of a dress shop.

And here comes
the so-called "purse snatcher."

He's gonna push Jenna
out of the way,

almost like
he's gunning for mom.

She fights
to keep her purse.

But only after
she lets it go

does the perp pull his piece
and shoot her.

That's no purse snatching.
It's an execution.

And our case against Luke
is as dead as Annette is.

Unless we can pin
capital murder on him.

Well, maybe liv has calmed
Jenna down enough

where she can help us.

It all happened
so quickly.

I never saw his face.

I didn't see anything
really, I'm sorry.

Jenna, you don't have to
apologize.

All I can remember
was blood coming out of her.

There was so much blood.

Jenna, was your mom
at all nervous

- about the trial next week?
- No.

She's been
a rock for two years,

ever since
she met you guys.

- Did you catch him?
- We haven't found him yet.

Luke Ronson killed
my mom.

To keep her from testifying.
I should've

pulled that hoodie off his head.
I should've stopped him.

And then he would've
shot you too.

Jenna, what happened to your
mother is not your fault.

And we'll talk to Luke.

But right now it'd be helpful
if you could think back,

before tonight.
Okay?

Anything weird
happen lately?

Um, sort of.

She, uh, last week...

She saw someone outside
in the dark,

staring at her
from the sidewalk.

- Did you see him?
- No.

She called me in the room,

but by the time I got there,
he was gone.

And then she got
some weird calls.

Threatening?

No, he never said anything.
He'd just call and hang up.

And I know she knew
it was Luke Ronson.

What makes you say that?

'Cause the last time
he called,

she just went off
and started yelling at him.

"Go to hell!
You can't scare me

or stop me from telling
the world what you did!"

Then she called him
a gutless prick.

You know,
Jenna wasn't kidding.

I found 83 calls
to her mother's cell,

and 36
to Annette's landline--

all from the same number.

You able to I.D. It?

Unfortunately,
it was disposable.

Ooh, that leads nowhere.

Except back to the store
where it was purchased from--

"big Russ's
electronics emporium."

Conveniently located
a half a block away

from Luke Ronson's salon.

Then that's something.

Well,
I'll go out with liv...

See what that dirtbag has
to say for himself.

You look beautiful, baby.

You're ready to rock.

You gonna rock her
like you did Annette fox?

Oh, not you two again.

Still can't believe
I'm innocent?

I still can't believe
you're straight.

You know,
this is harassment.

I'll be sure to tell the judge
about this next week.

You mean the judge
that's presiding over

your rape trial
that's coming up?

It's not true.

It's all a misunderstanding!

Only thing that's
not understood

is who murdered
the woman that you raped.

What are
you talking about?

Annette fox.
She was killed last night.

Which begs the question,
where were you?

Well, if it's
any of your business,

I was having dinner
with my publicist,

- mariette--
- don't say another word, Luke!

Enter
the douche bag.

Oh, lemme guess,
horowitz,

Luke called
you out of the blue

and said you might want to
drop by today to save his ass?

Wrong, I heard about
Ms. fox's tragic death

and I knew you'd try
to pin it on my client.

Tragic death
is being hit by a car,

not not shot in the head
by some low-life

during a bogus purse snatch.

If you had any
actual evidence to back that up,

Luke would be in cuffs
right now, but he's not.

And he's not answering
a single question

from either of you,
so get the hell out of here.

Well, be careful, ladies.
You ask Luke for "a dye job,"

he might
blow your brains out!

So, he was with
his publicist?

Let's see if we can
retrace his steps from there.

Yes, I had dinner
with Luke last night.

We're planning
a new media blitz.

Oh, on how to
spin a rape conviction?

How to market a new line
of hair-care products.

What time was dinner over?

- 7:30.
- He happen to mention

what his plans were
for the rest of the evening?

I already knew.

We ate early because
he had to go to St. Anne's.

Luke Ronson goes
to church?

He volunteers at their
homeless shelter every Tuesday.

For the last two years...

Ever since
he was busted for rape.

Now, that your idea?
Trying to clean up his image?

There's nothing
to clean up.

You're wrong about Luke.
The man's a giver.

Luke Ronson's given
selflessly to our mission.

His money and his time.

What's he do?
Serve food?

Cuts hair.

- Hairdo's for the homeless.
- Checks for lice, too.

And treats them
when they have it.

Looking good helps them
feel better about themselves,

gets them ready for job
interviews.

Luke's been a godsend.

He's also a rapist,
sister peg.

Accused, not convicted.

- Come on, sister.
- Congress cut my funding.

I have to take
all the help I can get.

All right, well,
do you know of anyone

that he "helped" last night?

Well, usually I'd
be pointing to everybody.

But Luke couldn't
get them all in.

He left very suddenly.

You think
he raped someone else.

Well, not this time.

I just need to know
where he went from here.

Who was his last customer?

I think it was
Eddie Skinner.

Nope,
Luke didn't cut my hair.

- Still damn handsome, huh?
- You are a looker, Mr. Skinner.

Yeah, I'm actually
kinda glad Luke didn't touch me.

Guy seemed off his game.

What do you mean
"off his game?"

Oh, preoccupied.
Maybe even a little pissed.

He got his clippers out,

then all of a sudden,
he headed for the door.

- Tell you where he was going?
- No.

But when
he grabbed his bag,

I'm pretty sure
I saw a piece inside.

Look at me.

You just tell me Mr. Ronson
had a gun on him?

That's what I thought.

What the hell's a hairdresser
need a handgun for?

I'll know
when I find it.

That's for you.

You can't do this!
I just clean!

I'm sorry,
but we can and we are.

But Mr. Luke,
he should be here!

I hit the jackpot!

I got scissors,
hair clippers...

A Taurus nine-millimeter
right next to a box of ammo.

Same shell casings
found at the scene.

And look here.
Black hooded sweatshirt.

We'll blow it out a bit.
I think we're ready to rock, baby.

Ronson!
Drop the scissors!

Dear, oh, lord...

- What do you two want now?
- Your hands.

Luke Ronson,

you're under arrest
for the murder of Annette fox.

You have the right to
remain silent.

- Anything you say--
- Clarence,

- will be used against you--
- call heshy horowitz!

- If you refuse that right--
- now!

But he's
not finished yet.

When can I reschedule?

About 25 years.

- I didn't kill Anette.
- And you also say

that you didn't rape her, so
your word's pretty meaningless.

Not to mention
we found the murder weapon

in your closet
in your home.

My client's ownership
of a handgun proves nothing.

Right up till the point
that ballistics

proves that it was
the one that shot Annette.

And that should be happening
any minute now.

Having an unpermitted handgun
in the city is also a crime.

- I have a permit for that.
- In New York?

In Arizona.

Arizona sold a gun
to a psycho like you?

Why doesn't that surprise me?

And how did you
pass a background check

with your
mental health issues?

-I don't have mental health issues.
- Really?

In the past two years,

your mouthpiece here
filed 16 trial motions

for your
"stress-related disorders."

Or is that
just a smokescreen?

It was the very
real reaction of a man

who's been unjustly accused.

The dealer didn't
do a background check.

He said all I needed was
an I.D. With an Arizona address.

- Which I have.
- Mr. Ronson

owns property in
scottsdale.

Still criminal possession

if you have a handgun in New York
without a New York permit.

Was the gun loaded
when you found it?

- Unloaded.
- So it's a misdemeanor,

which we'll be happy to
plead guilty to.

- Can we go now?
- No.

What were you doing
with your gun last night?

Leave my client alone.

People in the shelter
saw it in your bag.

So what were
you doing with it?

Luke, you're
under no legal obligation

to answer
any questions they ask.

I was going shooting.

- Shooting.
- Gotham gun range.

Who saw you there?

Uh, I was halfway there...

And decided
not to go after all.

That's it,
enough fishing.

See, I think that
the reason you had the gun

is the same reason that you had
the disposable cell phone.

You are a failure.

And you knew that you would
fail in court next week.

That's not true.

You started calling
Annette over and over,

hang-up after hang-up,
harassing her and her daughter.

The only harassment is what
you two are doing to my client!

You lurked
outside Annette's house,

and you scared the hell out of
the both of them.

- No, I didn't!
- But when she didn't back down,

you put on that hoodie,
and you grabbed that gun.

You finally
shut that bitch up.

Luke,

Luke, don't say a word.

Just tell us, Ronson.

Just tell us
what you did to Annette.

It's okay, just say it.

- I--
- Luke, keep your mouth shut!

I...
- What is it?

Detectives, I need a word.

Can't this wait?

Luke's not our killer.

How do you know?

Tell them
what you just told me.

I tested Luke Ronson's
nine-millimeter.

Slug from the scene
was useless for comparison,

so I took a look
at the strike markings

on the shell casings.

The ones from Luke's gun
were significantly different

than the brass ejected
from the killer's gun.

But it was the same brand
and size of ammo.

But not the same gun.

So he used a different one.
We found the hoodie.

Which initially looked
like the one in the video.

But on closer inspection,

Luke's hoodie
has piping down the sleeves

and a different logo
on the right chest area.

So Luke Ronson
walks again?

Give him a desk ticket
for the unpermitted nine

and cut him loose.

Something wrong here.

You saw Luke's face when
we had him against the wall.

That guy is
guilty of something.

Nothing to say now?
Not even an apology?

I just wanna make
sure you leave

without raping any more women.
- Go screw yourself, sweetheart.

And on behalf of myself
and my client,

best of luck finding whoever
really murdered Ms. fox.

Why don't
you get outta here?

- Where's he going?
- Jenna...He's going home.

Sweetie, that's not the man
that murdered your mother.

But he raped her,
you can't just let him go.

Believe me, we're not.

I don't understand.
How could it not be him?

We don't know that yet.

Everything's
falling apart.

The trial's off,
mom's dead...

She trusted you.
I trusted you.

Nobody is giving up
on your mom.

I was supposed
to go to prom

and now
I have to bury my mother.

And you guys have
no clue who killed her.

Jenna,
these things take time--

it's already taken
two years!

I put my faith in you,
and--and now I have no one!

We're gonna get Luke.
I promise.

Guy really knows
how to game the system.

So you wanna go get
the coffee or should I?

How about neither one of us?

Looks like he's making
his next move.

This isn't
hair-cutting day.

What's he doing
coming back to the shelter?

This dude's
never seen me before.

Sister peg.

Odafin.
How are you?

I'm in a rush.
Luke Ronson come through here?

Yeah,
he went over there.

Strange. I didn't expect him
back 'til next week.

Thank you.

Yeah,
what do you got?

Luke's in here.

Looks like
he's about to take the head

off some homeless guy.
You recognize him?

His name is Eddie.

He's the guy who
saw the gun in Luke's bag.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Other hand
behind your back.

Hey, I think our man--

yeah, look at that,
a disposable phone.

Time to start talking,
dumbasses.

I ain't sayin' nothing,
I didn't do nothing.

Except throw
a table at a cop.

I was reaching for a donut,
my hand slipped.

That ain't a crime.

Well, it'd be the first one
you didn't commit.

"Edward Skinner.

"15 years of petty larceny,
check kiting, boosting cars,

assault and battery,
burglary..."

Oh, Eddie...

So much to be proud of.

I knew Eddie
was bad news

the first time
I cut his hair.

You sure you
don't want your lawyer?

I need
to tell the truth now.

I hired Eddie
to harass Annette.

So she wouldn't
show up at the trial.

Yeah.
But I didn't say to kill her.

Kill her? No.

I-I never even met
the broad.

So why'd you have the phone
that was used to harass her?

I found it in the park.

Thought, hey, free phone!

I bought the phone
from a store near my salon.

So whatever Eddie
did to Annette

wouldn't come back on you.

I told him to call her.

And stare at her
on the street.

Anything he could do
to freak her out.

How much did you pay him?

$500.

And $5,000
when the trial fell apart.

I never got squat
from that Luke guy

except
a couple crummy haircuts.

No, you got paid
for harassing a rape victim.

You called her
over and over,

you peeped
through her window,

you stalked her and her
daughter.

You got the wrong guy, pal.

But you got
too clever by half.

Because when we came
around asking questions,

you just couldn't help
but be a little helpful.

Try to put that gun
into Luke's hand

before we put it into yours.

Yes.

My gun was in the bag
Tuesday night, yes.

I was going
to the shooting range.

But I stormed out 'cause Eddie
was having a go at me,

he was trying to squeeze me
outta more money.

Because the calls
to Annette weren't working?

No, because
he wanted to kill her.

He was livid because
she'd yelled at him.

He was like, "come on,
let me smoke the bitch."

You were just
supposed to intimidate her.

But a punk like you,
you couldn't even scare her.

That woman called you gutless.

'Cause that's what you are,
right, Eddie?

I mean,
I think you proved that

when you
put the gun to her head.

I want my phone call.

I hate to say that I believe
that rapist Luke, but I do.

Eddie's our shooter.
Sherri, what do you say?

I say you're right.
But it would really help

if we had the gun
he used to kill Annette.

So we toss
his locker at the shelter

and every other rock
he's been known to hide under.

And in the meantime,
we keep him on ice.

Arrest Luke
for witness tampering

and Eddie for
assaulting a police officer.

Just don't
lock them up together,

I don't want
them concocting a story

before they get
to central booking.

I'll throw Luke in the cage.

You can put Eddie
in the lockup downstairs.

As soon as
I give him his phone call.

How long
is it gonna take you

to get me
the hell outta here?

Hey, you mind?
This is a private conversation.

Stop screaming, then.

Just, hey...

Get it done.

I tell you, I'm kinda
surprised

a low-life
like you even has a lawyer.

There's a lot
you don't know about me.

You'd be surprised how much
I know about cockroaches.

How you spread disease,
skittering in and out

of people's lives,
making them sick.

This time I'm
gonna make sure you don't

crawl back into your cracks.
- I didn't kill that lady.

Yeah? You keep
sticking with that story, pal.

Hey, let me ask you something,
is it fun being a cop?

Fun?
I love it.

Yeah, see, I thought so.

When I was a kid, I wanted
to be a cop when grew up.

The problem there is
you gotta care about people

and the only person you
give a crap about is yourself.

See? You don't
know nothing about me.

And nothing could
make me happier.

You know,
I don't know, man.

I think once you realize
I've been falsely accused,

we're gonna be best friends.

Well, don't
get too excited, Jenna.

We're not there yet.

We still have
to find the gun he used.

So we are making progress.

Good, I'll call you
when I know more.

It's about time.

Yeah, I'll have him down
in a second, all right.

Yep. Van's to
central booking here.

Want me to do the honors?

No, I'm all dressed up
with nowhere to go.

I'll do it.
Mikey!

Ronson, on your feet.

Anyone ever tell you
your accommodations sucks?

Then you're really
gonna love the tombs.

Time for you and Eddie
to take a little ride.

Ronson. The svu cage.

Ronson, Luke. Thanks.

See you in court.
Finally.

Where's Eddie Skinner?
- He's not on my list.

I personally put him
downstairs two hours ago.

And I personally emptied
the lock-up ten minutes ago.

Every prisoner accounted for.
No Eddie Skinner.

Who the hell let him out?

Hey, Skinner.

Yeah, I signed him out
of lockup about an hour after

you threw him in.
Some fed took him.

What does FBI
want with Eddie?

Well,
it wasn't the fibbies.

Guy I.D.'D himself as atf.

And you just
gave Skinner up like that?

On orders from one p.P.

Whose orders?

Chief of
organized crime control.

He calls,
I ask him why.

Son of a bitch tells me,

do like he says,
don't ask questions.

Look, did you at least
get the name of

the atf guy
that took Skinner?

Or were you
too busy bending over for him?

Special agent grier?

Detectives stabler, Benson,
and this is a.D.A. Sherri west.

What can I do for you?

Produce Eddie Skinner.
Now.

Who says he's here?

Our eyes.

Yeah, well...
No can do.

You did a great job
of poaching him from us.

- There a problem, agent grier?
- Not at all, sir.

Just informing
some friends from the NYPD

how things work
at the federal level.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, so yeah...

Eddie called,
and I came and scooped him.

He said he was booked
on a minor assault charge.

- Try assault on a cop.
- He's also the prime suspect

in the murder of a rape victim.

Oh, something funny
about that?

Eddie Skinner's
a lot of things,

but a killer
isn't one of them.

And you know this
instinctively

because you've been on the job,
what, five minutes?

I busted Eddie
three months ago

for transporting untaxed
cigarettes across state lines

and selling them
to bodegas around the city.

And like any good fed,
you thought you could flip him.

Eddie flipped himself.

Said he could deliver me
the guy he's working for.

He's my inside man
on a sting operation

to bust a ring
of cigarette smugglers.

Which is supposed to happen
when?

Tomorrow.

And you think you're
keeping him here till then.

It's a multi-million
dollar rip-off.

These guys
buy smokes in Missouri,

where the tax is
0.17 a pack.

Then they sell them here,
they pocket the difference,

instead of paying
the tax man, we get it.

Look, cigarettes do
plenty of harm.

But your c.I. Killed a woman
in cold blood.

We're not leaving
without him.

Yes you are.
Eddie's a federal asset.

And we're a little higher up
the food chain than the NYPD.

- Hey, stabler!
- Dirtbag, hey!

Detective...
You can't do that!

You're welcome
to try and stop him.

You fighting over me?
I'm touched.

Skinner is not
leaving this building.

He will when the district
attorney calls your boss.

- Sherri west for Jack McCoy.
- Okay, okay, okay!

Maybe we can all
get what we want here.

And a little glory, too.

We're all ears.

You introduce me,
I'll do the rest.

Hey, these guys trust me.

- Then they're idiots.
- Hey, come on, lighten up.

We're working together--
- don't touch me.

You think I wanna be here?
You're outta your mind.

Some stupid ass
cigarette bust...

I get the feeling your
partner's not a people person.

You don't
know the half of it.

If that tight-ass fed
wasn't holding you on a leash,

I'd be dropping you
down a hole where you belong.

Hey, you think maybe
on the next one of these

we do together, I could--
maybe I could wear the hat.

What size head
do you have?

We're on.

Yeah.

Hello, Eddie.

Come on, what the hell, Phil?
I tell you I got a buyer

and you show up
without the load?

Relax, it'll be here.

Who's your friend?

He owns a bunch of
bodegas all over the city.

Convenience stores.
I'm--

- name is Elliot.
- Yeah, Phil.

Hey, how are you?

Eddie's a rude
son of a bitch, isn't he?

Yeah, well...
He grows on you.

Yeah, like mold.
So, Elliot...

Why's an upstanding
businessman like you

go for a scheme like this?

You kidding me?
What, between city and state,

I gotta pay
almost $6 in taxes

on every pack of smokes
I sell.

No, no way.
So, you know...

Eddie here says
you got a sure thing.

I'd like to see it.

You sell the butts
I bring in for 14 bucks a pack,

we keep most of
what you'd pay the tax man.

- What's the split?
- 50-50.

See, I told you,
it's a good deal, Elliot.

It's, like, three bucks
a pack still.

I'm taking
most of the risk here.

You? I'm trucking
this stuff across state lines.

And I got state inspectors
in my stores, up my ass 24-7.

So you
don't want the deal?

No, I'm not
saying that, just...

You got product?

Well, that fake stamp
looks legit.

I'm gonna have to see every one
that you actually have.

Anything else, princess?

- I wasn't talking to you.
- Easy, tiny.

Yeah, I can
show you the shipment.

When can you
get it here?

Fast as
I can snap my fingers.

Come on.

Shipment's
been here all along.

Gotta be a semi's worth,
1,800 cartons.

Millions to these people.

How often
do you get these?

Once every two months.

Nets each of us more
than $1.6 million.

You spread my smokes in
with the ones you buy for real,

nobody will ever know.

You had me
at $1.6 million.

The warehouse walls
are giving us interference.

All units,
move in, move in!

Hey!
What are you doing?

Stabler didn't give
the signal.

This is my op,
not yours.

Now all I need is
your $300,000 up front.

Yeah, let's
go to my briefcase.

- We got company!
- Whoa!

You idiot,
your buyer's a cop!

- I'm not a cop.
- Atf, everyone freeze!

Atf, drop your gun!

Drop your gun!
Drop it!

- I'll go get him!
- Drop your weapons now!

Behind your head!

Hey...

We made the bust.

Yeah, good for you.

You just lost my killer.

I should shot that little rabbit
when I had a chance.

Eddie getting away
wasn't your fault.

Grier led the charge
into that warehouse too soon.

He gets all the glory,
we get screwed.

I wonder how grier feels
about his star informant now?

Judging by his face
when he got into that ambulance,

I'd say "dizzy."
- Not looking forward to

telling Jenna that her
mom's killer is in the wind.

Just feels as though we
keep failing her.

Look, it's not over
till it's over.

Besides, Eddie doesn't
seem like the kind of guy

who can stay underground.
He needs attention,

somebody to brag to.

Well,
when we find him again

and I accidentally
run him over?

I'll have your back.
Yes, fin?

So, agent grier...
How's your day going?

Stabler, I jumped the gun.
I'm sorry.

You being sorry is not gonna
save us from the ass-whooping

my a.D.A.'S gonna
lay on us for losing Eddie.

It was my screw up,
I know.

Thanks, fin.

Fin checked
the homeless shelter,

didn't find Eddie's gun.

And sister peg hasn't seen him
since we collared him.

Yeah, well, you know
this guy better than we do.

Where else would he go?

Maybe the Bahamas?

He mentioned he always
wanted to retire there.

- Retire from what?
- Talking about a guy

who lives in a homeless shelter.
He needs cash.

Any of the buy money missing?

They told me every
dollar's accounted for.

Then Eddie's
not gonna get very far.

Unless he knows
where to get more.

Luke Ronson.

He never paid Eddie
all the money he owed him.

Yeah, I'm going as fast
as I can.

Go faster!
I ain't got all night!

- C'mon, c'mon!
- Okay, okay, take it easy.

Take it easy!
I'm going as fast as I can.

You owe me everything
for what I did for you!

Police!
Eddie, drop the gun!

No, no,
no, no, no.

- Don't let him shoot me.
- Shut up!

Okay, okay, okay,
here's what's gonna happen--

stabler,
toss me your car keys,

me and him are gonna take the
cash, we're gonna go for a ride.

Eddie,
don't be an idiot.

No, this is my way!

It goes my way or
his brains paint the wall!

- El, you got a shot?
- Dead on.

You shoot,
you're gonna hit me!

I swear, I'll kill him!

Eddie...It's over.

Now you got two seconds
before it's final.

One...

Two...

Okay, okay!
Okay, okay...

Drop the gun!
Put it on the table.

Drop it!
Eddie Skinner...

You're under arrest

for the murder of
Annette fox.

You'll never
be able to prove it.

Yeah?
I'm betting this will.

Bullet on the left
came from your gun.

One on the right's
from Annette fox's head.

- So?
- So...

The strike marks
on the shell casings match.

That means you're
going down for murder one.

That's life
without parole.

Pop goes the weasel.

- Well, let's make a deal.
- Well, what could you

possibly have
that we'd want?

I can give you Luke Ronson
for the rape of Annette.

Oh, nice try.
Bye, Eddie.

How can you give us Luke
for raping Annette?

He's full of it.
Annette can't testify.

She already did,
at the preliminary hearing.

And because Luke's attorney
cross-examined her,

I can have Annette's
testimony read to the jury.

You have enough
to convict Luke of rape

even though Annette's dead?

It's a long shot...
Unless I have corroboration.

Pop goes the weasel

what'll
you give me for it?

A chance
to see the light of day

without prison bars
blocking the way.

If what you tell us
leads to Luke's conviction.

Yeah, specifics?

Plead guilty to murder two
and serve the Max--25 years.

You'll be old,
but you'll be out.

You could do
better than that.

Final offer.

Okay, okay.
Okay.

Luke and I
went out the night

we made the deal
for me to harass Annette.

He told me
all about the rape.

In very intimate detail.

How he got her
into the back room...

How he drugged her...

How sweet it was
when he slipped it to her.

Does that help?

Luke tell you
to shoot Annette?

No, I smoked
that bitch on my own.

She had it coming.

You got your deal.

Wait.

What now?

You drop it down
to murder three,

I'll tell you
an even juicier story.

And what's that?

Where I got the gun
I used to shoot her.

Elliot, Olivia...

Good work
getting Eddie for murder.

We're not here
for a pat on the back.

- What's going on?
- This.

I don't know what that is.

You sure about that,
agent grier?

Eddie Skinner
used that gun

to murder our rape victim,
Annette fox.

And Eddie said
he got it from you.

And you believed him?
What, are you an idiot?

No, you gave a handgun
to a known felon.

The guy is a lying weasel,
you said so yourself!

Then explain why this gun

is one of the missing
guns from short fuse.

"Short fuse?"

It was an undercover plan
hatched last year

by some atf agents
in laredo, Texas.

Weapons were given to
Mexican arms smugglers,

hoping to track their movements
to certain drug cartels.

Until one of
the guns was used

to kill
a border patrol agent.

It was a bad op.

It was a good op!

The only way
we could figure out

how drug runners
were getting their supplies.

Shortly after
it all fell apart,

grier requested
a transfer up here.

Of course he did,
he was on the run.

So that's it,
you scooped up the gun,

filed off the serial number

hoping no one would
trace it back to you.

And a year later
you pop up here.

Heat's died down,
you got a new job...

And you give
that to your c.I., Eddie.

He--he said he was
gonna use it for protection.

Said there
were people after him.

And you believed him?

Who's the idiot now?

The NYPD
doesn't have informants?

Hey,
we don't hand over weapons

that have a body count attached
to them and hope for the best!

I don't know
if you've noticed,

but we got a handgun
problem in this country--

got too many of them in
the hands of too many bad guys.

And obviously they're getting
them from jackasses like you.

I didn't know
he was gonna use it

to murder that woman.
- Until he told you he did.

And that's why you let him
clock you with that crowbar.

You wanted to make him
and this gun disappear.

Please,
you don't understand.

We understand,
you son of a bitch.

You put Annette fox
in that grave

just as sure as Eddie did.

Grier...

I need your weapon
and your creds.

Put your hands
behind your back.

You're gonna
let them arrest me?

Oh, yes.

And shake their hands
when they're finished.

Are you kidding me?

You're putting me in
with Skinner?

Oh, yeah, like I wanna
be stuck in here with you.

- Oh, shut up!
- Too late, stupid.

I already told
them all about you.

Hey! All of you,
separate corners,

and behave yourselves.
Should let you fight it out,

save the courts
some trouble.

If you're here
to save some souls,

I think those three
are beyond help.

Actually,
sister peg's doing

a different kind
of work for the lord.

Check that out.

I found those hidden in
someone else's locker

at the shelter,
but that's Eddie's handwriting.

Annette's home and work
addresses, places that she went.

And photos...
Of her and Jenna.

Telephoto, huh?

Eddie's going down
won't bring mom back,

but at least Jenna
will get some closure.

You can tell her
in person.

Front desk says Jenna's
on her way up.

- Olivia.
- I was just gonna call you.

- I, um, I heard you found
my mother's killer.

- We did.
- Who is it?

- His name is Eddie Skinner.
He's a lifelong criminal.

Luke hired him
to stalk your mother.

- And what about Luke?
- We got him too.

His trial for raping
your mother is back on.

- That's great.
Where are they?

They're in our cage
where they belong.

So that's him, right?

Yes.
It is.

Well, who's he?

He's a federal agent.

He's the one
who gave Eddie the gun.

You okay?

As okay as I'll ever be.

Thank you, Olivia.

You sure you're gonna
be alright getting home?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Listen,
you have my card.

If you need anything,
promise me you'll call me.

How long till those idiots
go to central booking?

Not soon enough.

Jenna!
Jenna, stop!

Jenna! Jenna!

Drop the gun!

Jenna!
Jenna, drop the gun!

- No! No!
- Drop the gun!

No!
Oh, no.

Enough!

Put the gun down.

That's it.
Just put it down.

You crazy bitch.

I should've killed you
with your mother.

Jenna!

No!

I just--I just bought it
off the street.

It was easy.

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