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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.

These three victims are the
work of our pattern 23 rapist.

The one the papers are calling
"the Second Avenue Strangler."

His victims were all last seen
near bars on Second Ave.

Witnesses reported seeing
a gold TLC car near two of the vics,

and we checked with Uber,
QuikRide, other services.

It doesn't match any of their cars.

So he could be a guy
working off the books.

No matter who he is,
he's a serial rapist/murderer

who has struck every two weeks
for the last month.

So for those of you who are
just joining us now,

this is going to be
a joint investigation

with Homicide and Detective Perry.

This started as an SVU case,
but you all will be

our feet on the ground. Detective?

Okay, the M.O.'s are the same.
The victims are all between

20 and 30.
They're long-haired brunettes.

They had secondary trauma
from the struggle.

They were dropped off
at a construction site.

Now, the cause of death
was asphyxiation.

All of his vics were found
naked from the waist down.

Their hands were tied with rope,
and they all had a chunk of hair

shaved from the back of their neck.

That's his trophy and his signature.

Easy marks, drunk
and walking home alone.

Okay, so get this sketch out there.

Be our eyes, be our ears. Go.

We're three days in.
We got a week and a half

- if he stays on pattern.
- I can't afford another one.

COMPSTAT counts these
against Homicide.

I got three unsolveds over my head.

So we'll flood the streets.
We're gonna flood social media.

Get the sketch out there.
Make sure that everybody knows.

_

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Something's come up.
Oh, no, David, no,

- David, no.
- Well, I can't wait.

- Let's go somewhere private.
- Oh, now you're worried about privacy?

I need to be with you tonight.

I know, and I wanna talk,
but I told my sister I'd meet her.

Maybe we could do dinner after?

All right, what time can you meet me?

I'll be home by 7:00. Meet you there?

Don't be late. I'll track your cell.

Rollins, is it?

It looks like it. Number four.

Same victim profile.
It's the same staging,

- same binding, same rope.
- And he took his trophy,

shaved a chunk
from the base of the neck.

Yeah, head trauma, no pool of blood.
She wasn't killed here.

If it follows pattern,
there won't be any DNA.

Let's check security cameras.

Hold everybody back.

She deserves that much.

Let's go, guys.

This is our guy, and he's early.

- Yeah, by over a week.
- He's accelerating,

which means it's only
gonna get worse from here.

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Okay, keep me posted.

They found her purse near the body,
exactly like the others.

Yeah, cash was gone, the rest intact.

- You got a name?
- Jennifer Knowles.

We got an ID from a company
called "Attention Inc."

We can run the credit cards
to get a timeline.

- Next of kin?
- Laura Knowles, younger sister.

I notified... she's gonna
meet us at the morgue.

We're gonna grab the video
footage, canvass

the neighborhood, double down on
the community outreach. Anything else?

Yeah, get all of that
evidence to the lab.

Our perp's gotta screw up sometime.

I need anything,
anything that can give us a lead.

Thank you.

Detectives, was this
the Second Avenue Strangler?

- Another victim?
- No comment.

Is there anything you can tell us?

Anything at all?

_

That's her.

That's Jen.

- Oh, God, I just saw her.
- When?

- Last night.
- Where?

- Do you recall a time?
- Maybe 6:00?

We met at a bakery on Second.

What happened?

Do you know where she was
going when she left you?

Uh, yeah, to her place
to meet her boyfriend.

- And what's his name?
- David Willard.

He's her boss too.

She told me she was gonna
break up with him.

- Oh, God.
- We'll talk to him.

So we're still investigating,
but we think that the man

who did this is somebody
that we've been tracking.

He's... he's a serial rapist.

Wait, what? She was raped?

I'm afraid so.

I don't... wait, by the one
who killed those other girls?

I'm so sorry.

I don't understand.

I thought he went after
drunks outside bars.

Jen wasn't like that.
I know, and nobody is saying

that she was, but is it possible
that the two of them maybe

went and got a drink,
or, before they broke up,

- maybe she changed her mind?
- No, no, Jen doesn't drink.

At all?

Our father was an alcoholic.

So am I, for that matter.

I'm in recovery. I go to meetings.

But I don't think Jen
ever even tasted alcohol.

So she wasn't at a bar.
Do you... do you know where

- she might have been?
- No, she doesn't like going out.

Did you speak to her again
that night after she left you?

No, she was...
she was supposed to text me.

Can I go?

- I need to call my mom.
- Of course, of course.

Have them get me her blood alcohol.

She never drank? Do you believe that?

Look, I don't know what to believe.
Maybe this guy's changing his pattern.

Or she was a target of opportunity.

It could mean anything.
It could mean nothing.

- Start with the boyfriend?
- Yeah, and take Carisi.

"Attention," what do they
pay attention to?

According to their website,
everything.

You know, you do a search for
a flight to Chicago,

you start getting ads
for warm gloves and Cubs hats.

- Oh, these are those bastards?
- Yeah, they data mine

your internet usage,
and then they sell it to advertisers.

"Truth through Transparency"
is their motto.

They want the world to be able
to see everything, no privacy.

I'd think the police would like that.

If nothing can be hidden,
there can be no crime.

Am I right?

Detective Rollins from
Loganville, Georgia,

and Detective Carisi, proud graduate

of Tottenville High,
Prince's Bay, Staten Island.

- How can I help you?
- That's great.

You always do background checks
on your guests, Mr. Willard?

No, I gather information.

- It's what I do.
- You're a professional Googler?

No, I'm a little better than that.

I collect data. All data.

Knowledge is power, right?

And my knowledge tells me
I know why you're here.

It's about my app, isn't it?

Why would you think that?

Look, I've been visited by
Brooklyn and Bronx detectives

already this past month.

I'm gonna tell you what I told them.

If some degenerate wants to use
my app to stalk women,

- that's on him, not me.
- Guys use your app to stalk women?

That's not what it was designed for.
Look, the app isn't the problem.

- It's the solution.
- But that's not why we're here.

We're here about Jennifer Knowles.

- She's your employee.
- Yes.

She's not in today.
She might be working from home.

- These creative types.
- But you were with her last night.

- Yes, why?
- Until what time?

Uh, till 10:00?

I'm sorry, do you want to
tell me why you're here?

Ms. Knowles was raped
and murdered last night.

Jennifer?

That's not possible.
Are you sure it's her?

Her sister made the ID.
She was found at

- a construction site.
- Oh, my God.

Yeah, it's all over the feeds.
What, so you're telling me

that lunatic serial killer did this?

- Possible.
- You say the last time

you saw her was 10:00 p.m.?

I don't know, maybe 10:30?

Well, we understand that
she was breaking up with you.

Yes, we decided to call it quits.
What does that have to do with...

So it was mutual? No hard feelings?

No, oh, is this from Laura?

Look, she's a nice woman,
but she's not exactly

in sync with reality. She's paranoid.
Especially about men.

It doesn't help that
she drinks too much.

- She said she was in AA.
- Yeah, she was until she slept

with her sponsor and
began a downward spiral.

I'm sorry, this is overwhelming.

Did you talk to Jennifer
after you left her apartment?

What-what was it, 11:00?
10:30, no, I went home.

I didn't call her. She didn't call me.

Do you have any idea why she
would've gone out after you left?

I don't know, maybe to rescue

her screwed up sister again.
This is why I do what I do.

If everything was transparent,
you'd already know

what happened, wouldn't you?

No calls or texts between
Jennifer and her sister

or anyone else after 6:00 last night.

If Jennifer made a date to meet
Laura, she did it via ESP.

Hey, so the labs came back.

All the other victims
had matching rug fibers.

There were none found on Jennifer.

What about her blood alcohol,
cause of death?

Well, we're waiting for
the ME's report to come back.

Anything on Jennifer's social media?

No, not yet.
She kept it pretty professional,

but we're still looking.

Benson.

Ooh, pop up ad.

Were you searching for
brassieres, Carisi?

No, a friend was using my computer.

Your friend's a 34B?

There's no secrets anymore, huh?

Every website,
every search you do, they know.

Your friend, she got a name?

86 and East End, got it.

- What's going on?
- Precinct just picked up a suspect.

They think it's our guy.

24 hours and he's
back out there already?

I don't know. Let's go.

Look, I know it was stupid.
He offered me a free ride.

Is he the one?

She was drunk,
making herself a target.

I was trying to help that girl.

I should've let somebody
rape you, you dumb bitch.

- This our serial?
- Looks like.

Where'd we get him?

The vic got into a fight
with her boyfriend at a bar.

She stumbles out drunk, breaks a heel,
gypsy cab driver offers her a ride.

Lucky for her, she's not
as drunk as he thought.

Recognizes him from the sketch.

Realizes she's in trouble,
that he's got her locked in,

so she texts a picture
to the tip line.

- Good for her.
- Yeah, a precinct cop

pulled them over, searched the cab.

His whole toolkit's here.
Knife, rope, clippers, condoms.

Did you get any blood?

Well, check for fibers,
see if they match

- the ones on our vics.
- Looks like we got our guy.

I want this sewn up.
Get him to the squad.

I want to hear him say that he did it.

I was trying to help that girl.

Yeah, well, we're checking
your DNA right now, Alex,

and I'm pretty sure it's gonna match.

Yeah, DNA, right. If I were a rapist,

- I wouldn't leave any DNA.
- You think?

Hair, saliva, if you sneezed,
we got a match.

Yeah, we already found
rug fibers that came

from your cab and their blood
in your trunk.

We don't even need a confession.

Rape and murder, that's life.

Well, I only got
one life you can take.

I still win.

I took all theirs.

Stupid whores.

Come again?

They know I'm out there,
and they still fall for it.

"Oh, hey, honey,

"are you crazy walking home alone?

"You know, there are guys
out there that'll snatch you up.

Come on, get in."

The dumb, drunk bitches did.

You ask me, they wanted it.

Like the thrill of getting
some scary strange.

So you're admitting it.

You have DNA.

You kill her?

This one kissed me first
when I brought her home.

Slut.

What about her?

She put up a fight,
nearly took an eye out.

I told you, I did all of them.

What about these two?

Oh, she was sweet.

She tasted good.

Is that where you got my saliva?

What about the other one?

Yeah, sure, her too. Keep 'em coming.

Did you find the ones in Boston yet?

There you go, case closed.
Four homicides that COMPSTAT

- will put in our win column.
- Okay, uh, three for sure,

but the fact pattern
for Jennifer doesn't match.

Did you see his reaction to her?

It was like... it was like
that photo was the first time

- he ever saw her.
- He-he just confessed.

Yeah, well, some guys
like to run up their stats.

Lieutenant, ME report came back.

Looks like Jennifer's sister
was right.

There was no alcohol in her blood.

So?

Well, so, we also have semen that

doesn't match our perp's DNA,
and her cause of death was

blunt force trauma to the head,
not asphyxiation.

She was strangled post-mortem.

So she had sex with somebody
else before he got to her,

and things got rough
before he raped her.

I mean, he got rough
with all his vics.

It happens. He confessed.

Right, but it's possible
that we have a copy cat.

A copy cat who knew our rapist
tied his victim's hands behind

their backs and cut their hair?
Those details weren't released.

Does it hurt to be sure?

Look, Lieutenant, you outrank me,

but you don't make friends at 1PP
by unsolving homicides.

As far as I'm concerned,
this case is closed.

As far as I'm concerned...

it's not.

We did arrest a suspect
in your sister's murder.

Second Avenue Strangler, I heard.

- It doesn't make sense.
- Why's that?

Because someone else did it.

You should be talking to her
boyfriend, David Willard.

We did speak to him,
and he told us that

they broke up amicably,
and then he went home.

I don't believe it.

Why?

Because David is a controlling,
twisted prick,

and he has a temper.

That's why Jen was
breaking up with him.

Okay, is it possible that
she went out to find you?

- No, why?
- To a bar to help you get home?

I wouldn't be at a bar. I'm in AA.

Still?

What's that mean?

We heard you dropped out.

From who? I...

David.

That son of a bitch.

He's been spying on me.

You don't get it.
Jen said that he was spying on her.

He must have spied on me too.

No one knew I left AA.

- Not even Jen.
- So how would Willard find out?

Maybe he hacked my phone.

There's ways to turn it on
and eavesdrop.

I mean, he could be
listening to us right now.

I know what you think.

What David may have told you,
but I'm not crazy.

Nobody's saying that you are.

Well, you may not care
if you arrest the wrong guy,

but I do.

Jen was my sister.

So she thinks Willard is watching her?

Willard did say she was paranoid.

Women should be paranoid.
It's a survival skill.

Look, maybe he's casting shade
to cover himself.

Willard did put himself
with the victim in her apartment

the night she was killed.

Okay, so anything's possible.
Have we checked her apartment?

Homicide gave it the once over.

No sign of struggle.
CSU hasn't touched it.

So get them over there first
thing in the morning, guys.

We need to be sure.

_

There's no prints
on a glass coffee table?

Seriously? Must've had one hell
of a cleaning lady.

There is residue of cleanser,
and what looks like

diluted blood in this one crack.
Blood?

It's a minute sample.
It could be from anything,

a paper cut three months ago.
Check it out.

Jennifer taped over her camera lens.

So her sister wasn't
the only one that was paranoid.

Director of the FBI
and Mark Zuckerberg both

cover up their web cams.

Get that to Computer Crime.

See if there's spyware on it.

Also take the router and see
what IPA addresses

it was communicating with.

Okay, I got something.

There's a toolbox under
the sink with what looks like

freshly-cut rope. That look familiar?

That looks like the rope that Jennifer
and the other vics were tied with.

Yeah, maybe, it looks the same to me.

Hold on, Fin,
your rope expert's on this one, right?

Bennett, yeah.

Great, get that to him
immediately and find out

if indeed that was the rope that
Jennifer's hands were tied with.

Lieutenant, pleasure to see you again.

- Well, considering...
- Yeah, what do we have?

Okay, the rope that bound
your first three victims

was an Everbilt poly
and poly composite

with a 300-pound breaking strength

and an 11.1-millimeter diameter.

It was used here, here, and here.

But not Jennifer Knowles?

No, this is the rope that
bound Jennifer Knowles.

Looks like the other one.

To the layman, perhaps,
but it's a solid braid

polypropylene product,
similar diameter,

only 200-pound strength.

This is what you found in her toolbox.

So it's different than the
rope used on the other victims.

Absolutely.

She was tied with the rope
from her own apartment.

Is that helpful, Lieutenant?

Very.

I already told the other
detectives everything I know.

I just want to discuss the night
of the murder one more time.

Yeah, I understand that, but we
could've done that in my office.

Bringing me down
to your scary interrogation room

isn't gonna somehow jog my memory.

You can have a seat in that chair.

So we know that you two were together
the night of the murder.

We know that the two of you
broke up in Jennifer's apartment

around 10:30. Is that correct?

Yes, I've already discussed
this with the other cops.

Why'd you split up?

Jennifer and I... our relationship was

very passionate,
but, at the end of the day,

- it was unsustainable.
- Unsustainable how?

It was one-dimensional.
We were only good at one thing.

Which was?

Sex, but we liked each other a lot,

so we decided, "let's call it quits."

We didn't wanna jeopardize
our work relationship

or our friendship, for that matter.

You having sex before
or after you split up?

Before.

It was beautiful.

Was there any arguing? Any fighting?

- No, it was a mutual decision.
- Mutual?

Because Laura Knowles said that
it was Jennifer's choice,

that she wanted to break up with you.

Laura Knowles says that
my Golden Retriever

is a Russian spy,
but, between us, I wouldn't

- take that to the bank.
- Well, between us, being glib

isn't gonna make this go away
or us, for that matter.

Did you look under Jennifer's
kitchen sink that night?

I'm sorry, "under her sink"?

Is that some kind
of a sexual metaphor?

No, we found your fingerprints
on the handle of the cabinet

underneath the kitchen sink.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

I'm sorry...

I'm obviously
not speaking clearly enough,

so my bad.

I'm talking about
you killing Jennifer.

I'm talking about you hacking
into the NYPD so you could

impersonate the pattern 23 rapist.

I'm talking about you finding
rope underneath the cabinet,

tying her hands,
and then dumping her body

at some construction site.

Is that better? Is that more clear?

Wow, you have a vivid imagination.
It's impressive, no?

But the truth is I'm far too smart
to do something that stupid.

Or far too stupid
to do something that smart.

I'm done talking. I want a lawyer.

Oh, you're free to go.

But, like I said,
this isn't going away.

And neither are we.

_

Wait a minute,
they're about to build a statue

in your honor at 1PP for catching

the serial killer/rapist
that had the whole city on edge.

Now you're telling me
this guy didn't do it?

- He didn't do one.
- Right, because why?

Because her boyfriend had sex
with her before she was killed?

Her controlling,
emotionally abusive boyfriend

whom she broke up with that night.

So he killed her in her
apartment and transported her

- to the construction site...
- Four blocks away.

- Completely do-able.
- And then what?

And then he left her there with
her hands tied with a rope,

hair shorn, using the exact M.O.
as the Second Avenue Strangler?

No, that information was private.

Willard could not know those details.

Unless... unless he hacked into
NYPD's computer system.

He's a technical genius.

If anyone could do it, he could.

Okay, so, in your scenario, Willard,

with his dead girlfriend
in the room, hacked the NYPD,

and then tied her with a rope.

A rope that the Second Avenue
Strangler never used before.

A rope that Willard found
in Jennifer's apartment.

Which is your only actual
piece of real evidence.

Which is a damn good
piece of evidence.

- True.
- If the rope matches...

The crusading
Lieutenant Benson gets her man.

And upsets a very large
apple cart in the process.

What is it?

What?

It's rather simple and embarrassing.

I made an error.

This is the rope that was found
in Jennifer Knowles' apartment.

This is the rope that tied her hands.

Two different ropes.

How did this happen?

A misunderstanding.
The lab assistant thought

I asked for a rope from the apartment.

I wanted the rope
from the crime scene.

He brought me a second sample
from the apartment.

So Dr. Bennett, just to be clear,
you're saying that

the rope used to tie
Jennifer Knowles' hands matches

all the other victims,
but not the rope

that we found in her apartment?

Yes, that's... that's where it stands.

Now, if you don't mind,
I have to make sure

nothing else is misfiled.

Are you buying this?

I don't know. This guy is solid.

He hasn't made a mistake in 20 years.

- Exactly.
- So why lie now?

Why protect Willard?

Maybe this is Willard
protecting himself.

Look, Laura thinks that he hacked her.

We think that he hacked the NYPD.

That's how he got the M.O.

Maybe... maybe he hacked
Bennett as well.

- And found what?
- Who the hell knows, but...

We need to find out.

Okay, computer crimes
ran a deep systems check.

Somebody did hack Laura and
Jennifer Knowles' email accounts.

So Laura isn't paranoid.

And they said
it looks like the same intruder

- hacked the NYPD.
- So he could've learned

- the Strangler's M.O.
- Exactly, and Colin Bennett's

email accounts, personal and work.

And if they dug up dirt
on a rope expert...

I mean, what kind of dirt?
This guy's into ropes,

- tides, paints, and solvent.
- Okay, so the hacker had to be

- Willard, right?
- Yeah, of course it was, but

Computer Crimes can't prove it.
He covered his tracks.

And if it was Willard,

and he dug up
something on Dr. Bennett,

then it explains why
he suddenly changed his story

with that lame excuse
about mixed up samples.

- So what now?
- So we go back to Dr. Bennett

- for a longer conversation.
- Uh, yeah, about that,

he's not returning calls.
He left his office at lunch,

and he hasn't come back.

Track his phone. Find him.

My phone.

I should've thrown it in the river.

I kept thinking about people
I might want

to send a final message.

You don't need to do that,
Dr. Bennett.

- You don't need that gun either.
- No?

My work was my life.

And now I-I can't go back, ever.

You can't, but you can help us.

Tell us what happened.
You know what happened.

But we need you to tell us.
There's a young woman dead.

Her killer's free.
Catching killers is your job.

Well, it was my job, yes.

I did some good there
for a while, didn't I?

You did a lot.

You see I thought I could
make up for my one mistake

through my work, but...
when everyone knows everything,

how can one ever really
forgive and forget?

How'd he contact you?

I got a call.

There was no name. It was untraceable.

- I'm sure it was a burner cell.
- What'd the caller say?

Change my report.
Say the ropes don't match.

In case anyone checked,
get rid of the rope.

And if you didn't do what they asked?

Shame, a lot of it.

It was something embarrassing...

And wrong.

Something very wrong.

Okay, Doc, Doc, you're raising
that gun to hand it to me, right?

I don't know.

Give it to me, Doc, come on.

Give me the gun.

It doesn't matter what he does now.

He could bring the rope into
court in a golden chariot.

His credibility is shot.

The evidence is tainted.
Chain of custody's broken.

So Willard blackmails his way
out of trouble and that's that?

Do you have anything else on him?

Nothing, less than nothing
because someone else confessed.

Well, you need to get something.

- I'll get you warrants.
- Yes, for his computers,

his car, his apartment.
We need to move fast

because this guy's gonna be
covering his tracks.

Go to his office, I'll get you
a warrant and email it to you

by the time you get there.

Hello?

Who's this?

What about her?

_

Hands off the keyboards.

Tell your employees
not to touch a thing.

This is private property,
unless you have a warrant,

- which I don't see.
- It's on its way.

Nobody touch a thing until I say so.

You can't just tell me
to stop my business.

Barba, we all set?

What? Why?

What? What's going on?

Barba just said he's off the case,
and he has to recuse himself.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Let me guess,
somebody finally realized

this whole investigation
makes no sense

- and told you to back off.
- That's not gonna happen.

Barba, what do you mean,
you're off the case?

- What happened?
- There was nothing I could do.

- I had to recuse myself.
- Why?

I can't tell you. I'm sorry.

- You can't tell me?
- Yeah, you've gotta trust me.

- This is for the best.
- Oh, so I should trust you,

but you don't trust me?
How does that work?

You're making this personal.

- It's not personal.
- It is personal now!

Would you stop? Just talk to me.
What happened?

I have a viable suspect
for a brutal murder.

- I need those warrants.
- You see that building over there?

There's a whole floor
full of ADAs. Ask one of them.

Right now,
it's the best that I can do.

My girlfriend was just murdered.

- This is outrageous.
- You mean overdue.

No, I mean outrageous.
You're not supposed to be here.

Why? Because you didn't see it

on email or because it's
an old-fashioned,

- handwritten warrant?
- Officers are searching

your apartment and car right now.

- Hands off your computers.
- You're wasting your time.

Okay, we will need access
to all of your hardware

and the servers
that they're linked to.

NYPD will be transporting them,
and they'll be returned to you

when our search
of its contents is complete.

That's quite the speech. Did you
rehearse that on the way over here?

Where'd you get this warrant anyway?
Your friend Barba?

I thought he was smarter than that.

Oh, well.

You need to step aside. Now.

Okay, TARU's got
a thousand mega-terabytes

or whatever to go through.

CSU says nothing in Willard's
car matches anything found

on any of the victims,
including Jennifer.

Well, we know from Jennifer's
apartment that this guy knows

how to clean up his messes.

Liv, listen, when Willard said
to you "your friend Barba..."

- He said that?
- Yeah, how does he know that

you and Barba are friends?

You guys, we have to assume
that he's been

reading our emails.

We know he hacked Bennett, okay?
Then he blackmailed him.

- So if he's hacking Barba...
- You think he's blackmailing

- Barba too.
- Barba was getting us

a warrant, then all
of a sudden he didn't?

I'm open for another explanation,

but it makes sense to me.
What do you think, Liv?

I don't know. I think...

We need more information.

Like this?

A uni found a burner cell
in the garbage outside

of Willard's apartment.
Here's the outgoing call list.

Okay, you got one call
to Bennett's office.

- We knew that.
- And then one call

to Barba's office.

Told you it made sense.

Who else did he call?

There's a bunch of calls
to a number in the Bronx.

Ashtonja Abreu.

Who's that?

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Ashtonja Abreu?

It's Ash-tone-juh,
and I already talked to

- that other detective.
- Okay, Ashtonja.

What other detective?
The one looking into that DA.

No matter what he thinks,
I didn't do nothing.

I'm keeping my life straight.
I'm not like my mom.

Nobody's saying that you are.

That other detective was saying it,

that the money was for sex,
but I'm not like that.

Okay, well, let's slow down here.

What... What money? And what DA?

I'm not supposed to tell anyone.

Okay, I'm sure that he told
you that, but it's okay.

You can tell us.

It's some corruption thing.

That detective said
there was a cover up.

A cover up?

Okay, you need to tell us exactly
what the other detective told you.

- Why?
- Because he wasn't

a real detective, and we are.

And, Ashtonja, if you don't
wanna get into trouble,

start talking.

You need to speak. Now.

- About?
- About what you did.

How Willard got to you.
Ashtonja Abreu.

- You talked to her?
- Yeah, and Willard

talked to her too.
He seems to think that

- you're paying her for sex.
- I know.

- He told me.
- He told you?

Right before you called off
getting me those warrants?

Yes, come here.

Of course, Willard got it wrong.

I knew Ashtonja's mother, Marianna.

She was a heroin addict.

And she was a witness in a case

against a guy who raped
and killed two women.

She was the only witness.

On the day of the trial,
she showed up so strung out

she could barely talk.

The judge wouldn't give me a recess.

Marianna asked for a loan.

- And you gave it to her.
- Yes.

Knowing that she would buy heroin.

Yes.

And?

She bought what she bought
and she did what she did,

and she got on the stand.
She buried the guy.

She sent a really bad man to
prison for the rest of his life,

and she died of an overdose,
eight hours later,

leaving behind
her ten-year-old daughter.

Who you've been giving
money to ever since.

She lives with her grandmother.

They're broke. I help out.

Willard must have
hacked my bank account,

- tracked down Ashtonja.
- Why didn't you tell me this?

I didn't wanna compromise your case.

You might've been accused
of having a vendetta

- against Willard.
- I can still be accused of that.

I also wanted to talk to Ashtonja
first. If this... if this goes public,

she's right in the middle.

How bad is this gonna be for you?

Uh, it depends on
the district attorney.

I told him everything.

We might've seen
our last case together.

Is there anything that I can do?

What you always do.

Go after the son of a bitch.

So Willard blackmailed Bennett
to lose the rope evidence,

and then he blackmailed
Barba to drop the case?

Yes, except nobody's
dropping the case.

- Well, we did lose the rope evidence.
- Yeah, so, what else do we have?

Not much, Willard's too smart to leave
any traces of blackmail.

- Terrific.
- But we did find that Willard's

more of a perv than
we originally thought.

He was using his laptop camera
to record him and Jennifer's,

uh, extracurriculars.

Hey, baby, get in here.

The, uh, situation is escalating.

- Get in here.
- Okay, I get the idea.

So he did this for what?

For blackmail, for revenge porn?

Maybe just for his lonely nights.

That may be, but Jennifer was
definitely not in on the game.

Look at this.

- David, is this thing on?
- What, what are you talking about?

- You son of a bitch.
- No, d-don't!

Confirms Jennifer's sister
one more time.

She said Jennifer told her that
Willard was spying on her.

So the flaky sister is the most
reliable witness in this whole case?

Let's go.

What?

My sister was raped and murdered.
I'm not allowed to have a drink?

Well, maybe it's not the best time.

There is no best time.

Willard killed her, and you
still haven't arrested him.

What are you people even doing?

- We're working on it.
- You were right.

He was spying on her, recording her.

Why didn't you believe me before?
Because he told you I'm an alcoholic?

I have eyes. I have ears.

We know that, Laura. We know that.

He killed her.

She said she had it covered.

She kept telling me that.

She didn't.

What did she mean,
"she had it covered"?

In case he tried to fire her
for dumping him.

She said she'd be fine.

That she'd covered her bases.

She had it covered? How?

Willard had video of Jen.

Maybe she did the same?

In case the break up got out of hand.

Let's get TARU and go
back to her apartment.

Camera on her computer was taped over.

What else is there?
Well, Laura thought that

Willard rigged her phone
so he could eavesdrop.

We checked the victim's cell.
There's nothing there.

We're surrounded by things
that are always listening.

A friend and I were talking
about going to see a show.

Next thing I know,
I start getting pop-up ads

- for Broadway musicals.
- Now, we never searched that.

We just talked about it.
Your friend Ms. 34B?

All I'm saying is that
things are always listening.

Hey, Siri, what's the temperature?

It's currently 45 degrees in New York.

So what are we looking for?
A talking toaster?

Detectives, I may
have found something.

TV, on.

Okay.

- This TV can record video.
- Really?

I don't see a lens.

It's behind the black boarder.

It should save all the videos.

There's a recording from
the night of the murder,

timestamp 9:33 p.m.
Looks like it was set

to be voice activated too.

Play it.

- David, we need to talk.
- Shut up.

- "We need to talk..."
- Don't tell me to shut up.

Unless you wanna talk about
how great the sex was, shut your mouth.

- That's not what I wanna talk about.
- Okay, what do you wanna talk about?

- How I'm controlling?
- Yes, you are.

- I'm gonna get it right.
- No...

I'm an arrogant, controlling,
Machiavellian narcissist.

Isn't that what you texted
your idiot sister?

You read my texts?
What else do you read?

I read your texts, I read your emails,
I listen to your phone calls...

- You're sick, you are a sick man.
- I'm sick?

Well, you're a slut, so I'm sick...

Are you...

Get up, we're not done.

Get up!

Such a drama queen, get up. Come on.

Come on, Jen.

Jen?

Arrest him, now.

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Not guilty, Your Honor.

This was an accident, not murder.

Save it for your trial, Mr. Willard.

Bail...

Mr. Willard is
a respected businessman,

tied to the community.
And charged with murder.

A million dollars, cash or bond.

Next case.

Good work, Lieutenant.
Glad I encouraged you to keep digging.

You were a real inspiration.

You believed me.

You got him.

We got him.

We got him.

Word is Willard's attorney's
already scrambling to make a deal.

Look, unless he pleads
to murder, I say try the case.

Me too, but I have no input.
I'm off the case.

I'm so sorry about
all of this, Rafael.

What I did was wrong,
but the truth is I'd do it again.

Not everything done
in the dark is shameful.

So now what?

I have a meeting
with the DA in five minutes.

He'll tell me what happens next.

You know, I love this job.

Oh, I really do, but sometimes...

Oh, I know.

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