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narrator: In the criminal
justice system,

sexually based offenses

are considered
especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate
these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as
the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

[indistinct chatter
and laughter]

[faint jazz music]

- Mr. and Mrs. Weinstock,
so nice to see you.

Here's a list of items
for our silent auction.

- Thank you.

- You really picked
a beautiful venue for this.

- And yet,
they asked me to speak.

- [scoffs]
They're lucky to have you.

- Trevor Langan.
Oh, you clean up nice.

- So do you, Bob.
Thank you for doing this.

- If you really want to thank
me, let me steal your date.

Bob Flynn.
How you doing, sweetheart?

- Sweetheart?
Ah, you're one of those guys.

- You ever listen
to my radio show?

- Not on purpose.
- [laughs]

- Captain Benson, SVU.
- NYPD?

Should I just assume
the position now?

- She's out of
your league, Bob.

- Oh, that never stopped me.

The open bar is calling.

It was nice to meet you.

♪

- 16 million listeners?

- Satellite radio.

They're all stuck in traffic
with nothing better to do.

- Buy you a drink, Bob?

- I thought you'd never ask.
Scotch, double.

- My two favorite men,
my husband and the talent.

- I hope it's in that order.
- [chuckles]

- Sancerre?
- Still on duty.

Bob, can I steal you
for a minute?

- How about for the weekend?

[chuckles]

- New York Adoption League
is a beacon of hope

for adoptive parents,
providing everything

from counseling
to pro bono legal services.

Tonight, we celebrate this
extraordinary organization.

Through your generosity...
- Bob, Bob.

Let's focus.
- Forever homes...

for years to come.

Thank you.

[applause]

- Showtime.
- [gasps]

- All right,
let's give another hand

for our keynote speaker,
Counselor Trevor Langan.

And now that he has
opened your hearts,

I'm going to open your wallets.

We take cash, checks,
crypto, and on your way out,

please grab a gift bag
with a complimentary copy

of my latest book,
"Titan of Talk."

[tense music]

I was wondering
where you snuck off to.

- Just making sure your book
is in all the bags, Bob.

- Oh, we gotta
push the product.

- Bob, don't.
Mitch is right outside.

- That's where he belongs.

I saved his ass during COVID,

plugging his lame products
on my show.

He owes me.
- No, I'm saying no.

- No one says no to Bob Flynn.

- No.
[groans]

No...

[grunting]

[yelping]

- I'll get the car.
You wait here.

- Okay.

[clatters]

- Oh, let me
help you with that.

- No, no, I-I got it.
I got it.

- Hey, you okay?

- Just a long night in heels.

- Ellen,
we're happy to wait with you.

- I'll be fine.

Oh, here's Mitch
with the car.

Just had a little bit
too much champagne.

Thank you both.

♪

[car door slams]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

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- Good morning, squad.

I brought doughnuts.
- I see that.

- How was the gala?

- As galas go, it was good.

Langan was great.

- So you had fun?

- I did.

- Captain Benson?

- Mr. and Mrs. Kaplan.

They were at the gala
last night.

Is everything okay?

- No.
Bob Flynn groped my wife.

I want him arrested.

[tense music]

- Bob just got
a little...handsy.

In hindsight,
I guess I was rattled.

I mean, that's why
I dropped my purse.

- That's understandable.

- Can you tell us
what you mean by "handsy"?

- He put his hand on my ass
when we were taking a photo.

And later, when I was
checking the gift bags,

he came in
and grabbed me from behind.

It wasn't a big deal.

- Well, if the touch
was unwanted, that is a crime.

- I don't want this
to go any further.

Bob saved Mitch's business.

- Bob thinks I owe him.

My company manufactures
sleep apnea products.

I advertise on his show.

- That's no excuse
to grope your wife.

- That's his M.O.

He likes to seduce the wives
of men he's friendly with.

His nickname is
Bob "The Bone" Flynn.

- Can you tell Mitch
there's not enough?

- Well, we can tell him that
you don't want to pursue or...

or we can investigate.

- What does that mean?
Talk to Bob?

- No, I think first of all,
we would talk to the people

at the party,
see if they saw anything.

- This was a mistake coming in.

I have to go.

- What was that?

Her husband made her come in?

- When I saw her last night,
she was rattled.

I mean, she chalked it up
to having too much to drink.

See if you can
get her back in here.

- Okay.

- What do you mean
it wasn't enough?

- It really isn't anything,
Mitch.

Let's just let it go.

- Mrs. Kaplan,
the Captain needed you to sign

some paperwork about
withdrawing your complaint.

- Okay. I'll be
right back, Mitch.

- I'll be right here.

- You need me
to sign something?

- Actually, Mrs. Kaplan,
I was hoping, um...

that we could just
go over it one more time.

You know, I-I did notice

how upset you were last night
and, um...

I guess I was wondering,

is it possible
that maybe something

did happen that you didn't want
your husband to find out about?

- Mitch is...protective.

His mother got mugged
a few years ago.

Some kids knocked her down
and stole her purse.

- Mm.

- Mitch was driving
around Brooklyn Heights

with a baseball bat.

- I see.

- So if SVU goes after Bob,

Bob goes after Mitch
on his show.

My husband spent 20 years
building his business.

Mitch will destroy us
in two hours.

- I get that, I do,

but you were the one
that was assaulted.

Right, and trying to minimize

or forget,
it doesn't usually work.

- I'll never forget.

I mean, he cornered me,
pushed me up against a wall.

[somber music]

I tried to fight.

And then he raped me.

- I'm so sorry.

Will you let us investigate?
Let us bring up charges.

- He's just going to gloat
on air about how I wanted it.

It's not worth it.

♪

- And what's the deal with
all these content warnings?

What kind of a pansy-ass
gets upset

by boobs and a cheeseburger?

And that's the small stuff.

You wanna talk about rape,
abuse, suicide?

You gotta say "trigger,"
not "content."

When did we
all get so goddamn sensitive?

You want my opinion,
the only "trigger warning"

you need is right before
you're about to get shot.

- And he's just
as charming in person.

- I get it, he's a bloviator

who covers hot button topics
for shock value.

- He's more complex than that.

He has no set political agenda.

He's pro-vax but anti-mask...

- The guy will say
anything for listeners.

- I don't think so.

I think he really believes
his positions.

- He just believes in money.

You really listen to this guy,
Rollins?

- Yeah, I mean, in the car
or while I'm cooking.

- So not too often, huh?

- Okay, so guys, I
don't care about his politics.

What I care
about is making a case

for the sexual assault
of Ellen Kaplan.

- Well, he's single, he's been
divorced from Martina Beyers

for the last ten years.

No criminal record, but there
were three allegations

of sexual misconduct
while he was stationed in Iraq.

- All right,
what about his workplace?

- He started his career
as a lawyer, moved to radio.

Then left
his first station under rumors

of harassment,
but no charges were filed.

- Mitch Kaplan claims
Flynn has gone after

other friends' wives.

- It's immoral,
but it's not illegal.

Unless Ellen Kaplan cooperates
with us, there's no case here.

- Ellen was adamant
that she doesn't want

her husband finding out.

So I highly doubt
that she's gonna agree

to a controlled meet.

- You can try sending in a UC?

I know his type.
He's an egomaniac.

I could go in as
a married woman, wear a wire.

- I mean, he might try
the same thing with you.

It's worth a shot.
- Wait, hold on?

Go in where?

- Well,
Flynn's got a book signing

for "Titan of Talk" in SoHo...

Tonight.

- Okay, Rollins, wear a ring.
- Hmm.

- And find a husband.
- Oh, good idea.

Counselor,
would you be able and willing

to duck out of the DA's
office for a little bit?

- [chuckles]

♪

- Hi.
- Hey, hello.

And how would you
like me to sign?

Maybe a gift for your husband?
- Oh, just to Amanda.

My, um--
my husband is not a fan.

- Huh, well, his loss...
[scribbling]

- Is your gain?
- Exactly.

There's a--I got
a little private room upstairs.

Do you want to get a drink?

- Oh, I'd like to, yeah.

[scribbling]

[book closes]

- Folks,
I gotta take a little break.

- Well, that didn't take long.

- She's got this, Carisi.
- Yeah.

- Here is to you, Amanda.

- Mmm.
- [exhales]

- You know, you were telling me
how you dismantled

anti-critical
race theory idiots.

- You can stop the pretense.
We both know why you're here.

- Oh, uh, wait, slow down, Bob.
[chuckles nervously]

I--I just wanted
to get to know you.

- Well, we can talk after.

- Okay, you know what,
I need to go.

I don't want my husband
walking in on us.

- No, no,
you're not going anywhere.

- No, you need to stay there.
I am going--

- [chuckling]
You are not going anywhere.

Don't you worry
about your husband.

Look at you.
A woman as hot as you.

Do you know...
[exhales]

Do you know that I have killed
a man who tried to stop me?

- Wait, what?

Are you being for real?

- Do you doubt me,
sweetheart?

Two .45s, center mass.

[whispering]
Pop, pop.

Left him like bodega garbage
on Amsterdam Avenue.

The hottest sex
you can have

is with the widow of a man
you just killed.

[tense music]

- I want
to hear more about that.

♪

- Not now.

Come on,
let's get--let's get to it.

- Hey, Bob, can you hold on

'cause I need to tell
you something.

I'm a private investigator.

Mitch Kaplan hired me.

- What is she doing?

- Sounds like
she's calling an audible.

- Oh, yeah?
Well, I'm calling her.

- You're--you're a P.I.?
- Yeah.

- Well, now the conversation's
getting interesting.

[phone vibrating]
- Yeah,

and, uh,
it's my husband calling.

Probably worried about me.

Um, talk tomorrow?

I know how to reach you.
- Oh, I bet you do.

♪

- Honey, you ready to go?
- Yeah, everything okay?

- Yeah, I'm just getting tired.

- Good night, folks.

- What was that--he's bragging
about killing somebody?

- He wasn't bragging.

He was getting aroused,
reliving it.

Bob Flynn's not just a rapist.
He's a murderer.

♪

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- Do you doubt me, sweetheart?

Two .45s, center mass.

Pop, pop.

Left him like bodega garbage
on Amsterdam Avenue.

- So you hear this,
and you decide to tell him

that you're
a private investigator?

- Yeah, then I realized
I was in the room

with a murderer,
and I went a little off-script.

- A little?
You took a real risk.

You put the Kaplans in danger.
- Bob is strategic.

Okay, he's using me to figure
out what the Kaplans are up to.

He's not gonna--
he's not gonna call Mitch.

And I can give them
a heads-up--

- I already did that.

And luckily, Mitch was
happy that we followed up.

- Good, because Bob's
supposed to call me back--

- No, see,
that is not happening.

- You're gonna
take me off of this?

Flynn told me
that he murdered somebody.

We can't not investigate.

- It's two shots, center mass?
- Yeah.

- Call Homicide, and have them
go through their cold cases.

- Okay, so what if
they find a case that matches?

He's just gonna confess?

He likes me.
Let me keep working him.

I mean,
do you trust me or not?

- I do trust you...

but I also know you.

What's going on?

- Nothing.
- Just tell me.

- Nothing is going on.

Everything is good.
Me and Carisi are good.

I don't have to hide
anything anymore.

- And then suddenly
going undercover?

- It's my job.

- I know that.

And my job...

my job is to tell you
that my radar is up.

Look, you and I both know
that there's a part of you

that thinks that you
don't deserve to be happy.

I don't want you--
- To sabotage what I have?

[somber music]

'Cause right now,
there's a part of me that...

wants to tell you to back off,
but I hear you.

- Okay.
- I do.

I'll be careful.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

♪

- I know that wasn't
a lot to go on.

- It was plenty.

Your suspect
said Amsterdam Avenue,

narrows it down.

- And the .45?
That's military police issue.

Flynn was in the Marines.

- No date, no name,
no motive.

- Our cold case database has
9,083 homicides since 1985.

Each one an unquiet soul.

I fed your specs,
came up with three.

- Tremaine Parker, June 1990.

- Otto Brown, August 2002.

Otto spelled backwards is Otto.

I like palindromes.

Kenneth Cross, March 2010.

All three vics killed
on Amsterdam Avenue.

Two shots, center mass.
All awaiting justice.

- Thank you, Ling.

- So...competitive much?

- I am.
And I like a good hunt.

You got cojones, coming here
after that stunt you pulled.

Are you even married?

- That guy in the glasses at
the bar, he's my researcher.

You like me any less?

- Am I wrong
to be worried about this?

- No, but I already
talked to her.

- Yeah, so did I,
but you know how that goes.

- I do.
But compared to ten years ago?

I mean, she may not stay
within the hashmarks,

but she'll stay in bounds.
- [scoffs]

Are we anywhere
on the cold cases?

- No, Fin and Velasco
are still working.

- Why did you pretend
to play a married woman?

- To interest you, Bob.
You've got quite a reputation.

What do they call you,
"The Bone"?

- So you're trying
to entrap me?

And now I'm supposed
to trust you?

- My take?

Anything that happened
with Ellen is consensual.

- What did she tell Mitch?

- That you grabbed her ass,

made some comments,
cornered her.

Did you?

- So I admit to that
and then you give that

to the Kaplans,
and then they MeToo me?

- Yeah, that's the idea.

- I got a better idea.

How about you work for me?

And I'll double
what they're paying.

- If I'm gonna work
as a double agent,

you're gonna have
to triple what you pay me.

- [chuckles]
Okay.

You get her on tape
admitting it was a setup.

She go to the police yet?

- I told her to wait.
We had nothing.

- So this is already
a double grift.

- [chuckles faintly]
- Right?

Well, maybe, if you put
some skin in the game.

- Oh, Bob, I don't
mix business with pleasure.

- Mm.

I have never been
Glock-blocked before.

- You like it?
- I do.

- You ever use that piece?

- You mean have
I ever killed a man?

Bob, that's your come-on line.

- It's not a line.

And if you're thinking
of triple-crossing me...

don't.

- I could really use a drink.

♪

- I don't like this.

- Neither do I.

- We found Flynn's victim.

- Apparently, I'm her
researcher--I'll let her know.

- Kenneth Cross.
Shot twice in the chest.

Wallet and watch were missing.

Homicide ruled it
a robbery gone bad.

- Cross and Flynn
were law partners.

- And this is?
- That's Cross's widow, Lola.

- You'll love this.

- I bet I will.
[line trilling]

- You want to work
for me or not?

[phone vibrating]
- Oh, sorry, it's a client.

Amanda Jones.
- You were right.

Get out now.

- Understood.

Just, uh, finishing up
a meeting.

Sorry, gotta go, duty calls.

But, um, your offer?

I'm in.
[glasses clink]

- How about my other offer?

- Come on.

Hey.

Don't do that.
- Or what?

- Two shots, center mass.

- That's hot.

You're hired, Amanda Jones.

I'll be in touch.

♪

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- Hey, so, Homicide said
that if we want to go fishing,

let them know
when we catch something.

I ran it by McGrath.
He's not thrilled

obviously, but,
he gave us some latitude.

- And McGrath probably has
a signed copy of Flynn's book.

- Okay, Fin.
So what do we got?

- So Flynn and Kenneth Cross,
they were

in the same grad class
at Hudson Law, 2008.

They worked together
briefly as law partners.

- Can we put Flynn
in New York at the time?

- Yes, we can, and he implied
that he was having an affair

with Cross's wife, Lola,

who was also
an attorney at the firm.

- So Cross found out,
got in the way,

and Flynn shot him
twice in the chest.

- Did Homicide talk to Flynn?

- No, uh, Cross's wallet
and watch were gone.

They jumped
to robbery pretty quickly.

- Well, they must
have talked to the wife.

- Yeah, and she didn't mention
anything about an affair.

- So it's possible
that she was in on it.

- You two, talk to Lola.

- And ask her about Bob?

It runs the risk
of blowing my cover.

- It could,
so don't take any calls

from Bob now until we
know what's going on with Lola.

- I don't understand.

My husband's murder has
been closed for over ten years.

- Well, they
never found the shooter,

so technically,
it's not closed.

- The detectives
told me it was a robbery,

that the chances of finding who
was responsible were unlikely.

I always told Ken he shouldn't
walk the dog at night.

- Yeah, we're very sorry
for your loss, ma'am.

I'm sure it was
a difficult time.

- Yeah, but it was...
over a decade ago.

I-I loved Ken, but...

- You moved on.

- It never leaves you.

- Your husband's murder
came up while

we were investigating
another crime.

- Another robbery gone wrong?
- Something else...

involving Bob Flynn.

- Bob...

- You know him, right?
- Of course.

Bob and Ken and I were
all partners at the law firm.

Bob was devastated
by Ken's death.

- Can we ask you
about your relationship?

- With Bob?

Well, like I said,
we were partners.

Ken and I would go to dinner
with him and his wife, Martina.

Uh, I would say
the relationship was cordial.

- Are you still in contact
with him?

- No.
Not at all.

He and Martina divorced
two years after Ken's death,

and then he made
the move to radio.

Something you
should know about Bob...

he will say
anything for attention.

- Oh, we're aware.

- Do you think he had something
to do with Ken's death?

- Well, that's why we're
talking to you, Mrs. Simenon.

If there's anything
you left out

about your relationship
with Bob

when you talked
to Homicide at the time,

you might want
to get in front of it now.

- Nothing that I can think of.

But, you know,
men never tell the women

in their lives everything.

Right, Sergeant?

♪

- So Fin says the grieving
widow was not exactly grieving.

That doesn't necessarily
mean Lola was involved.

- She wasn't forthcoming about
her relationship with Bob.

- Or Bob, who lies
for a living, is lying.

He could be testing Rollins.

This could be
his idea of foreplay.

- Could be both,

but he knew a lot of details
about the murder.

- Yeah, they were
all law partners together.

So he read the paper,
talked to Lola.

- Right, that's why we
need a tap on Lola's phone.

If she and Bob were involved,

or involved
in the husband's murder,

he'll be her first call.

- We may be too late.
Bob needs to see me.

Says it's an "emergency."
- You don't need to go to this.

This could be a setup.

Why aren't we not just
bringing this guy in?

- Into the interrogation room?

He'll just lawyer up
and deny everything.

- Carisi,
I think Rollins is right.

Look, none of us want
Bob Flynn getting away

with rape and murder
but our best play...

our best play is
to give Rollins another shot.

[tense music]

♪

- Bob, what's going on?
- Come on in.

- Well, before I tell you,
take this.

It's ten thousand in cash.

A retainer.
You work for me now.

- Okay.

So, what's the emergency?

- When I told you I killed
someone, who did you tell?

- [chuckling]
Like Mitch Kaplan?

- How about NYPD?

- No.
Why would I do that?

I knew you weren't
even serious.

- I wasn't, but, I mean,

somehow my name came up.

[tense music]

♪

See, 12 years ago,
my old law partner,

he was shot in a robbery.

And then this morning, NYPD
is asking his widow about me.

- And she called you?
- Yeah.

♪

- How reliable
of a narrator is she?

- Well, you tell me.

I recorded the conversation.

[phone beeps]

- Bob, it's Lola.
Long time.

- Lola, blast from the past.
How are you?

Everything okay?
- Actually, it's not.

Detectives were here
this morning about Ken.

- Ken?

Do they have
a lead on who killed him?

- They were asking about you.
- What?

- Yeah,
they wanted to know if you

had anything
to do with his murder.

There's a couple of ways
I can answer that, Bob.

- Sounds like
she is shaking you down.

- Yeah, well, that
wouldn't be the first time.

- Go on.

- A dozen years ago, Bob
is having an affair with Lola,

the husband finds out,
and then he blackmails Bob?

- Well, more like
they both blackmailed Bob.

His story, Ken and Lola were
running a couples scam.

So Lola would
seduce married men,

and Ken would pretend
to be the aggrieved husband

and shake the men down.
so they could

either contribute
to his "charity"

or he would show pictures
to their wives.

- All the contributions,

the multiple payments
of 99,000,

they were all funneled
into an offshore account

in the Caymans,
owned by the couple.

- But how does this track
back to Ken's murder?

So Bob doesn't like being
blackmailed so he shot him?

- Not that he's admitted to me.

He's backtracking
on the murder story.

- Of course he is.

- So Fin and Velasco,
they tell Lola

they're looking into
Ken's murder, she calls Bob,

blackmails him--
what does she have on him?

- She's not gonna tell us.
- But he might tell Rollins.

- Sooner or later, this guy's
gonna connect the dots.

- But he hasn't yet,

and I've told him
that I have contacts in Vice,

and that I would look into it.

He's got no one else
to trust right now.

- [scoffs]
- Okay.

Fin and Velasco,

I want you parked
right outside.

[liquid pouring]
- You want one?

- I'm--I'm good.
- Yeah, you are.

- [chuckles]

- Can't believe how tense
this is all making me.

I could really use
a massage right now.

- That's not going
to happen, Bob.

- Well, let me know
if you change your mind.

[singsong]
It's only a matter of time.

- Do you want to hear
what my guys at Vice said?

- Yes.
- Okay.

As far as I can tell,
you are not on anyone's radar.

- No, of course not.
Because I never--

I never paid any blackmail,

I never made a contribution.
- Then--okay.

I don't know
what to tell you.

'Cause I heard what
Lola said on that tape.

- No, she--she's
trying to screw me.

[chuckling]
She needs money.

She's using this.
She thinks I'll cave.

- Okay, what exactly do
we have to worry about here?

How much does she know?

- Enough.

- Hey, what exactly
did you tell her?

- That nobody
shakes down Bob Flynn.

I did not kill her husband...

But I may have told her I did.

[tense music]

- Did she believe you?
- I don't know.

It just--
it got her going.

[exhales]

Now she's trying to turn
on me to save herself.

I can't live like this,
her hanging over my head.

♪

- What're you gonna do?

- How connected are you?

I need to get this woman
out of my life...

for good.

Can you arrange that?

- I can arrange anything.

- [exhales deeply]

♪

.

- I need to get
this woman out of my life...

for good.

Can you arrange that?

- I can arrange anything.

- So we have Flynn
on tape soliciting a hitman.

That's probable cause.
- It's close.

There needs to be
an overt act

in furtherance
of the conspiracy.

He's gotta give up a photo,

or her favorite restaurant,
her routine.

- Or he needs
to actually hire a hitman.

- How are we gonna do that?
- I've done this before.

- You killed somebody?
- UC.

A woman wanted
her husband dead,

and, to be honest,
I didn't blame her.

- And she was convicted?
- She pled guilty.

Double digits.

- Carisi, you okay with this?

- There's a thin line
between entrapment and intent.

- There's no entrapment.
Flynn brought it up, not me.

- Look, we have a rape case
that we can't prove.

We have a murder case
that we can't even make.

We go with the bird
in the hand.

[somber music]

- Your hitman is
a QuikRide driver?

- Bob, no, it's a cover.
- Well, he's late.

- He's a minute away,
all right?

And here he comes.

♪

- Gaby, who are you here for?
- Amanda Jones?

♪

- Buckle up please.

- So, uh...Gaby.

You've been doing
this for a while?

- Couple years, on and off.
I only work when I have to.

- You ever have any accidents?

- Look at the car.
I'm meticulous.

I pick people up
and drop them off.

- Okay, well, our friend,
when you do pick her up,

text me when you drop her off.

- You're the boss.

- Lola, she's like
family to me.

I want her taken care of.
- I understand.

Do you want to put this
on your account

or do you want to pay cash?

- Cash is good.

[rustling]

Half now. Half when
the job's done.

- Works for me.

- I guess we're good.

- Okay, Gaby,
this is fine here.

I'll text you that address.
- Okay.

- Lola, she's like
family to me.

I want her taken care of.

- That son of a bitch.
He put a hit out on me?

Why would he do that?

- You tell us.

- I have no idea.

- Well, maybe it's because
you just called him

to shake him down again?

- I did not call him
to shake him down!

I wanted him to know
that the cops were looking

at Ken's murder.

- The one that you and Bob
were involved in?

- I had nothing to do
with my husband's murder.

I don't know anything--
- Lola, I'm gonna stop you,

because we already know...

that you and Ken were
blackmailing Bob and other men.

We also know
about your fake charity.

So I think that maybe now's the
time that you wanna come clean.

[tense music]

- Fine.
Bob did it.

- How do you know that?

- Because he came
to my apartment afterwards

and said he had
taken care of our problem.

- And then?

- And then I said I didn't
want my husband killed.

He took out a gun and told me
if I said anything to anyone,

he'd would take me out as well.

Two shots, center mass.

♪

- Would you be willing
to testify to that?

- What would I get out of that?

- Well, the criminal charges
on your fraud case,

they're past the statute.

But the civil charges,
the IRS, New York State--

they're gonna repo your life.

- You have the man on tape,
buying a hit on me.

What do you want from me?
What else do you need?

- The detectives
and Bob were speaking in code.

Unfortunately, a good
defense attorney could convince

a jury that they
weren't setting up a hit.

- Oh, and then he gave
the driver a $10,000 tip?

[scoffs]
This is what's wrong with ADAs.

You are never happy.

- Do you want to know why?

Because I have to get a jury
to believe people like you.

- Carisi.

Lola, all we need

is to get Bob on record

acknowledging that he
got what he paid for.

- How the hell
would I help with that?

♪

- Okay.
- Okay?

Now give Gaby the balance.

We can put this
in the rear-view.

- Just out of curiosity,
what's your cut?

- Don't worry about that.

- How many times have
you two done this before?

You seem tight.

- You jealous, Bob?
Don't be.

- Well, you can prove
why I shouldn't be later.

- Okay, that's my cue
to get out of here.

I'm gonna need that envelope.

[intense music]

- Whoa.

- Give me back your phone.

Give me your phone.

♪

- You better not have
uploaded it to the cloud.

- Okay, Bob, take it easy.

- I don't like loose ends.
We're going for a ride.

You're coming, too.
- Bob....

- Ah.

[breathing heavily]

Do you like that?

[clicking tongue]

♪

[laughs]
I'm just--

I'm just messing with you.

Take a hike, Gaby.
[sniffs]

Oh, hold on.
I almost forgot.

There you go.

You want to count it?
- I'm good.

I know where you live.

[sirens wailing]

♪

- NYPD!

Hands above your head,
all of you, now.

- Drop it!
- Okay, do what they say,

and shut your mouth, Bob.

- Now!
- It's fake, it's rubber.

- Officers,
you've made a mistake.

- Put your hands
behind your back, ma'am.

- Hey.

- Oh, what have we here?

- It's fake, too.
- No, it's not.

Let's go.

♪

.

- There was no murder.
No crime.

My client was the victim

of an elaborate
blackmail scheme.

He was set up by criminals.

- He paid cash
for murder-for-hire.

- Which never happened.

Lola, Amanda Jones, Gaby, they
were all in on it together.

Why don't you talk to them?
- Oh, we are.

And Lola is going
to testify against you

for the murder of her husband.

- Are you kidding me?
I had nothing to do with that.

Lola's lying
to save her own ass.

- A 12-year-old case,
no forensic evidence,

no witnesses.

The case was closed,
a robbery gone bad.

- Then why did your client say
that he was good for it?

That he was the shooter?

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

Who told you that,
my grifter private eye?

You have no case.

- Well, actually, we have
every statement

that you made recorded...

- By Detective...

Amanda Rollins.

- Hello, Bob.

- You're a cop?

[dark music]

Hmm.

Well, that just makes it
all the more clear.

This is entrapment.

- Don't even try, Bob.
- Okay, we're done.

♪

- Carisi said
that Flynn pled not guilty

to Ken's murder
and the murder-for-hire.

He's already posted
his million dollar bail.

- It's not a slam dunk.

Lola's going
to make a terrible witness.

- What about Ellen's rape?

- Ellen said that she's gonna
talk to Mitch today,

tell him the truth
about Bob raping her.

She said she wants
Mitch to hear it from her

before she tells
the grand jury.

- And in the meantime, he
gets to plead his case on air?

- So let me tell you honestly
what's going on.

My supposed friend,
Mitch Kaplan--

you heard him on the show

while I hyped his bullsquat
sleep apnea products.

As I've been saying,
his wife had a thing for me

and wouldn't take
no for an answer.

She's hot,
and, hey, I'm human...

So Mitch finds out,
goes ballistic,

pressures her to say
I forced myself on her,

which is something
Bob Flynn would never do.

So NYPD sends in this woman,

undercover, into my life,

into my place of business,
trying to seduce me,

trying to entrap me.

So I pretend to hire her.

Let me tell you some things
about this detective.

Gambling problems, two kids,
two different fathers.

This woman
is a trainwreck...

- Right, let's turn this off.

We don't need to listen
to this.

- No, no, I want
to see where this is going.

- I say I might be involved
in a murder

from 12 years ago,

Ken, my old partner.

They dared to suggest I would
do something to harm him.

Folks, this was all
a game of revenge.

NYPD goes to his widow,

coerces her into framing me.

But Bob Flynn
does not back down--

what the hell
are you doing here?

[suspenseful music]

- You raped my wife.

- Mitch, put the gun away.

- Hold on.
- I trusted you, Bob.

- Mitch Kaplan
is in the studio?

- I'll get some squad cars
over there.

- The cops are
lying to you, Mitch.

- Ellen told me what you did
to her, you son of a bitch.

- Mitch, you want to talk?
Come on in, have a seat.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the king of sleep apnea
home products,

Mitch Kaplan.
- I don't want to talk.

- What are you gonna do?

Oh, a gun, Mitch, oh, no!

Please don't hurt yourself.
- 29 Gansevoort.

We have an armed suspect.
Get some cars over there now.

- You're not gonna shoot me.
- Don't test me, Bob.

Consider this
your trigger warning.

[gunshot]
- Ah!

- You don't know me
as well as you think.

- [screaming]

- That's from me.

This one's from Ellen.

[gunshot]
- No!

- [gurgling]

[choking]

♪

[strained breathing]

♪

.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]