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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.

- Velasco may have just
confessed to murder.

[gunshots]
- Pop, pop.

- I've never told anybody
that. You recorded me?

- How'd you wind up
at a murder scene?

- I met a guy that offered
me and my boy Chilly a job.

I was ready to do the
hit and lost my nerve.

I couldn't do it.

- Chilly could.

- You will find that friend,

and you will bring
him to justice.

- So that's what it takes for
me and you to be all right?

- That's what it takes for
me and you to be all right.

[dramatic music]

- Shift's over.

- I'm going over that
subway stroker paperwork.

- It can wait.

I'm gonna grab a drink at
that cop bar up the block.

You wanna come?
- I don't drink.

- Have a glass of water.

- I see what you're doing.

You're trying to get me to a bar

where you know Velasco
and Muncy are gonna be.

- Grudges are not the most

attractive quality
in a new coworker.

- You know what else
is not attractive?

- A lack of
integrity, ownership.

- You know, we pay taxes
on what we earn every week,

then we pay sales
tax to spend it.

And then we pay a
death tax on our money

that was already taxed
in the first place.

- Your point, Bruno?

- There's no ownership over
anything in this world.

You know the real
secret to life?

- No, why don't you
Gen-Xplain it to me?

- We all gotta make peace with
the fact that we're gonna die.

But we still gotta live.

So how about we go out

and pretend to do
that for an hour,

and then you can get back
to arranging your pens?

- [scoffs]

- Anything else for you guys?

- Hey, there, Chester, he asked
us if we want anything else.

- Goddamn right I do.

You ask him about the faces
of all the women in this town?

- We just spent all day
walking Central Park,

and I gotta say, the
women in your city

are really kind of
bleak. [both chuckle]

- Won't even look at you.

- Yeah, that's the
Manhattan death stare.

They avoid eye contact.

Helps keep the weirdos
away, you know?

- Can you recommend a
place with some sort

of attentive conversation?

- You mean like a hostess club?

We don't really have anything
like that around here.

- Well, where the heck
are all the smiling women?

You guys staying
here in the hotel?

- Yep.

- When do you go back to Canada?

- Tomorrow.

- I might be able
to help you out.

What's your type?

- Redhead.

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat rock music playing]

- Abby and I agreed,
why not celebrate?

Right? We even registered.

- You registered for
a divorce shower?

Very evolved.

- Abby, I needed a refill.

- Sorry, four was
all I could carry.

So fail early, fail often,
but always fail forward.

- Hey, I thought this
round was on you.

I got the last one.

- You've had enough,
don't you think?

- Don't worry, Alec,
I can get you one.

- No, no, Leslie,
he's a big boy.

He doesn't need you
to get him a drink.

- Hey, isn't this what
Dr. Sprague said to avoid,

aggressive uncoupling?

- Okay, you know what?

Here, Alec, you have won
custody of my pilsner.

You happy?

- That is the first
disagreement I've won.

[laughter]

[phone dings]

- What can I get you?

- Double tequila shot.

- Ah, my little
brother just texted me.

- Okay, what's his
name... Terry, Timmy?

- [laughs] Teddy.

And he's in the neighborhood

and wants to stop
by if that's cool?

- What does it
matter what I think?

It seems like you
already told him yes.

- well, what could I
say? He wants to meet ya.

- So does that mean you've
been talking about me?

- [laughs] Don't
flatter yourself.

What is a IAB
princess doing here?

- All right, I'm gonna
tell you something.

- No.
- I'm still gonna tell you.

Relax about Churlish.

- After she ratted
you out to Benson?

Are you serious? Give
me one good reason.

- I'll give you two.

Benson likes her,
and Bruno trusts her.

- Do you?

- She's a white shield
who made a mistake.

- You know why I love bars?

Natural selection at work.

- Yeah, a place
where men meet women

and women meet the person

statistically most
likely to murder them.

I'm not going over there.

- Killing brain cells
is a time-honored way

to let bygones be bygones.

- Maybe I should just
tell Benson I want

to go back up to the Bronx.

- You hate bad politics.

But there's such a thing
as good politics too.

My work here is done.

Mayor Churlish,
drinks are on me.

- I just told you I don't drink.

- Did you not listen
to anything I said?

Buy them a round.

- What can I get you?

- A shot and a pitcher.

How about you, beautiful?

- Excuse me?

- You want something?

- Uh, yeah, about 3
feet of personal space

and a water, please.

- A cop who doesn't drink.

What's that about?

- I got dragged
in here by my boss

and told to buy a
round for two cops

whose integrity I find
pretty questionable.

- Ah, let me guess...

Latinx Travolta and
She-Hulk Barbie.

[both laugh]
- How did you know?

- Grace told me
they had a fourth,

some kind of straight-laced cop

who only tolerates things
she finds agreeable.

- You her boyfriend
or something?

- Uh, no.

Her brother, Teddy.

- Officer Churlish.

Drinks are on me.

[tense music]

♪

- I was raped.

[tense music]

♪

- Well, that was fun
last night at the bar.

You two seemed to get along.

- Yeah, we barely talked.

- That's a lot more
than yesterday.

Thank God my brother was there.

- Yeah, Terry's cool.

- Teddy.
- Huh?

- It's Teddy.

- Oh.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

[whispering] So rude.

- You don't have to say
everything you think out loud.

- Muncy, Velasco, anything
you two wanna share?

- No, Captain.
- Uh, no, we're all good.

- All right, Muncy, you
and Churlish switch desks.

And from now on, your triggers
are your responsibility.

Got it?

- Yes, Captain.

- Sorry, Captain.

- Bruno, nice to see you.

- So very good to
be seen, Captain.

- Captain?
- Yeah?

- Can I speak to
you for a second?

It's personal.

- Sure, my office.

- So I just wanted to tell
you I made some headway

in the thing we talked about,

the guy that I grew up with.

- The one that
killed those dealers?

- Yeah, Chilly.

- And?

- Well, nothing solid yet.

- How hard you been trying?

- I mean, he might be
living in the Northeast,

according to what
my sister said.

- Might?

Have you tried to contact him?
- No, not yet.

I got some leads, and I can put
his name in the system, but...

- But you don't want people
knowing your business.

Okay, Velasco, I'll run
him through the system,

but I want you to know that
I'm not going to teach you

how to wipe your
own nose, all right?

So when you find him...

- I'll deal with it from
there, Captain, I promise.

- Hey.

I know that I've been
hard on you lately.

[pensive music]

But I also want you to
know that I'm proud of you.

- For what?

- For having your
actions match your words,

maybe for the first time.

That's gotta feel good.

- Sorry to interrupt.

- That's okay. He
was just leaving.

- I just got a
call from Mercy ER.

Got a young woman, possibly
gang raped, drugged.

- Oh, well, with Fin
having a personal day,

I guess you're up next
in the catching order.

- And for the record, I
took those two millennials

out for a beer like you asked.

- I'm guessing it
didn't go well.

[sighs]

You know, they'll get there.

Things will be a
lot less tense when

Velasco cleans up his mess.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Abby and I were
out celebrating.

- Celebrating what?

- Well, this is gonna
sound a little strange,

but it was our,
uh, divorce shower.

- So you're her ex-husband?

- All of our friends
brought along single people.

I thought she just

hooked up with somebody
at the end of the night.

- Do you remember
when you last saw her?

- Yeah, she went to
get another drink

at around 11:00 or 12:00.

- Then what?

- This morning, she
calls me from some deli

in Staten Island.

I guess my phone number was
the only one she knew by heart.

- Did she tell
you what happened?

- She was hysterical.

Her stockings were
torn, and, uh...

I heard the nurse
say she was bleeding.

- Signs of sexual assault.

You were right to bring
her to the hospital.

- If you don't mind me asking,
why'd you get divorced?

- It was a COVID romance.

It all started with an illness.

I guess, uh, sometimes
the end is foretold

by the way something begins.

- Where was the party?

- At a, uh, a
brewery on Houston.

- You know the name
or the address?

- I have a receipt here.

I... we're divorced, but
somehow I still end up paying.

- I get that.

- I don't mean it like
that. I still love her.

I will always love her.

- I get that too.

[somber music]

♪

- Abby can answer questions,
but she's been drugged.

She's in and out.

- We'll be brief.
- Thank you.

- Hi, Abby. I'm
Detective Muncy.

This is Detective
Velasco from SVU.

- We're very sorry for
what happened to you.

- Yeah, I don't even
really remember most of it.

- Is there anything
you can tell us?

Anything that comes
to mind can help.

- I was drinking, I was
dancing, I felt free.

- Do you remember who
gave you the drink?

Was it a friend or a stranger?

- No, I... I learned
never to take drinks

from strangers back in college.

- What about the guy
in the next room?

What's your relationship to him?

- Alec is my recent ex-husband.

We've been divorced
for a couple days now.

That's why we were celebrating.

- Why'd you get divorced?

- Um, I thought he'd change.

He thought I wouldn't.

- Was there anybody there
that you didn't know?

Besides the staff?

- No, all the guests
were close friends,

friends of friends.

I have a guest
list I can get you.

- What do you remember?

- Um...

I downed a double
shot of tequila.

I went to the bathroom,
and lights out.

- Yeah, we think you
may have been drugged.

We're analyzing your
urine sample right now.

- Whatever they gave me,
they're not used to redheads.

We don't react to
drugs in a normal way.

- You weren't out
the whole time?

- It must have been
at least an hour.

I woke up naked,

face down on a bed.

The hotel was chic.

It was surrounded by high rises.

- In Staten Island?

- No, I was on 5th Avenue.

I could see the
view out the window.

- What about the men?

- Just, like...

ordinary, middle-aged
guys with beer bellies.

They were pissed when I came to.

They started yelling.

- At who?

- There was some guy
outside the door.

[suspenseful music]

- Can you tell us anything else?

- I was helpless.

I couldn't move.

He put some eye
drops on my tongue.

After that, I woke up,
and I ran to the deli.

Alec was the only
person's phone number

that I could remember.

♪

- So the tox screen
shows 0.1 alcohol

and traces from a
potent hypnotic.

What else was on the kit?

- Semen from two men,
nothing in CODIS.

- The M.E. says both samples
show the perps were Caucasian.

- Which coincides
with Abby's story.

- What about this
brewery on Houston?

- They were not
enthusiastic cooperators.

- We did pull security footage.

Arlo Gregory.

Worked at the club for a
few years, no complaints.

- Well, track him
down and get his side.

- Captain, I don't
wanna step on any toes,

but I checked
Arlo's social media,

and unfortunately, I found this.

- Teddy?

- What, Muncy, you know him?

- Yeah, that's my brother.

- Oh, well, uh, bring him in.

- I could just talk to him.

- No, Muncy.

Bruno and Churlish will
take the lead on this.

♪

- Captain, I swear to you,
I've been raising Teddy

since after our mom died,

and I can tell you
unequivocally that

he would have nothing to do
with drugging women's drinks.

- Muncy, you didn't do
something as ill-advised

and impulsive as
speaking to a suspect

of our investigation,
would you have?

- No, I did what you asked,
and I kept my mouth shut.

- Churlish, where are we?

- Teddy's coming
in this morning.

- Okay, and he lawyer up?

- Well, he doesn't
need a lawyer.

- Muncy, I'm talking to her.

Bruno, you're the lead on this.

- Me and Velasco
will talk to the guy.

- Teddy was my lead.
- He's my brother!

- Guys, not a debate club.

If you wanna work in my squad,

we work the case,
not each other.

- Arlo and me, we go to
the same jujitsu gym.

- Which means?

- We spar together.
Both work in bars.

- How close are you guys?

- We're bros, but
not tight enough

to drug girls together, if
that's what you're asking.

Guys like that, they're
the lowest form of life.

- So I'm guessing Muncy told
you why we're looking at Arlo.

- She didn't have to.

Word gets around.

Guys talk at work, the gym.

- And you didn't
think to report it?

- Look, it's complicated.

- Explain it to me.

[suspenseful music]

- From what I hear,
it's just a story

of another guy hooking up

with a girl sober
enough to say yes

but drunk enough to
regret it the next day.

- Bros before hoes.

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

- No? Face it.

At best, your brother's a
crime-adjacent apologist

to some toxic bartender.

At worst, he's a
red-pilled alpha Chad

in search of an alibi.

- You don't even know him
or his dating habits, okay?

- How well do you?

- If I reported every bartender

who had a drunken hookup,
I'd never work again.

Half the bars in this
city would be closed

and under investigation.

- This woman was gang raped!

- And I feel sick about that.

- What if it was your sister?

- Exactly.
- Come on.

- Think about the position
you're putting her in

professionally around here.

- I had no idea
Arlo was involved

or even if he is involved.

Bro, I don't even know
what happened that night.

- I bet you can
find out, though.

- A tight community and all.

♪

- Mm-mm.

No.

That's him. That's
the bartender.

- You're sure?

- Yes.

I was tipsy, not drunk.

- Okay, good.

- So are you gonna arrest him?

- We don't have
enough for that yet.

- Good.

I would hate for someone
innocent to get in trouble.

Like I told you,

I ordered a double tequila shot,

not a mixed drink.

I watched him pour
it out of the bottle.

- Do you remember
anything after that?

In the car, at the hotel?

- I already told you, okay?

The two guys who
actually raped me

were two regular,
dad-looking types

who sounded like they were
from Minnesota or something.

Did you find them?

- We did recover DNA, but
whoever those men were,

they're not in the system.

- I must have been taken
out of the bar by someone

and driven to the hotel.

- Well, we showed your
photo to every upscale hotel

with a 5th Avenue view.

- Nobody recognized me?

So all this technology...

Facial recognition,
license plate readers,

forensics, you're
telling me it's useless?

I mean, what the hell
do I even pay taxes for?

- We get it, but we're
not gonna give up on this,

Abby, okay?

- Um...

I gotta go. Alec's waiting.

♪

- What is my brother
doing on the crime board?

- He's a witness, at
least for now, Muncy.

- What did he tell us?
- Well, nothing we can use.

- Drug-facilitated
sexual assault

happens every
night in this city.

- All right, anything
in the database...

Unsolved cases, similarities
that speak to pattern?

- We're still
checking, but so far,

no other incident reports on
that same brewery on Houston.

- And this was a divorce party?

What about the ex-husband?
Could he be involved?

- They do seem awfully
cozy after what happened.

- What does that mean?

- They got together
during the pandemic.

- So you think, what, he
had her sexually assaulted

so she'd run back to him?

- Maybe crisis is
their foreplay.

- I've heard weirder things.

- There were other
people at the party,

but nobody with priors for
sex assault or drug charges.

- And your brother
wasn't able to get

anything on the bartender?

- Nothing probative.

- Teddy's been nothing
but cooperative.

- But maybe he can do more.

- I don't see how.

- Keep going.

- Well, this is starting to
feel like a well-run business.

Two guys from out of
town order up a redhead.

She gets drugged and hand
delivered to their hotel room.

Maybe we test the supply chain,

use Teddy as a
confidential informant.

- That's the first proactive
idea I've heard yet.

Velasco, what do you think?

- Um.

Well, Captain...

I'm not saying that
Muncy's brother

was wrapped up in any of this,

but he did know about the
sexual assault through context

and decided it was just
another Friday night out.

- So the question remains.

- Can we trust him?

- Do you trust me?

You can trust him.

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

[knocking on window]

- Yo!
- My man.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- Of course, bro.

Let's get down to bidness.

What do you need?

- A buddy of mine, bachelor
party is tomorrow night,

but he's a little
on the beta side.

- [laughs] I'm listening.

- I wanna give him a gift,
you know, one last time

before he gets married.
You know what I mean?

- Yeah, what's the gift?

- Certainty.

- He got a type?
- Oh, yeah.

Petite, brunette,
sweet, honey tan skin.

- Why do I feel
like I'm listening

to somebody order a sandwich?

- Your brother is
way to good at this.

- He just knows
how to code switch.

- Yeah, he speaks
fluent meathead.

- Yeah, I think I see
where you're going.

- I got something a
little weird, all right?

Little straight-up love story.

[both laugh]

- I always knew you
were a romantic, Teddy.

- Ah, you know.

My buddy, he's had a
thing for this Black chick

from high school, but
he never got with her.

- She's turned him down?

- Your brother's a good actor.

- If he's acting.

- The closer the
wedding day gets,

the more bro is letting
the intrusive thoughts win,

you know what I'm saying?

- I'm on shift tomorrow.

Any chance you can
get her to my bar?

- You handle the rest?
- Yeah.

What's she look like?

- I'll text you a photo.

Hold up.

♪

- Is that Churlish?

- Yes.

- She's the bait?

- Muncy, what is going on?

- I didn't have anything
to do with this.

- I believe you.

- Well, then who did?

- I did.

- Everybody out.

Churlish and I need the room.

♪

- You want some fries?

- Teddy, what the hell was that?

- You're welcome, bro.

- Don't talk to me like
that. I'm not your bro.

- Neither am I.
- Guys.

- Answer the question.

- What are you so pissed about?

My boy, Arlo, he
bought the whole thing.

We're setting these guys up.

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

- Whose idea was it to
use Churlish as bait?

- It was supposed to be a UC.

- Not what Officer
Churlish told me.

Where do you think
I got the photo?

- So you're saying
this was her idea?

- I'm sure she had her reasons.

- Yeah, to turn her
little white shield gold.

- All right, how did you manage

to contact Officer
Churlish privately?

- I followed her on Instagram

after we all hung
out the other night.

- You slid into her DMs?

- You wanted Arlo on the hook.

Arlo's on the hook.

- I hate to say it, Muncy,

but despite his
rather punchable face,

your brother's right.

- So you'd rather
ask for forgiveness

instead of permission,
is that it?

- I knew I should
have run it by you.

- That is a woeful
understatement.

- What would you
have said if I did?

- I would have said no.

- The way McGrath tells it,
I've only got 30 days, 3-0.

That is not a lot of time.

- 30 days for what?

- To impress you.

- Churlish, I was impressed

that you survived
the Bronx for a year,

but you've never
worked undercover.

- Do you have any idea
what it took for me to work

in the Bronx every day?

To stare at those
ineffectual bastards

letting rape kits pile
up taller than them?

You don't think I know what

they're calling
me behind my back?

The Mayor, Velvet Housecat.
- I don't...

- No, please, Captain.

- See what that has
to do with this.

- Captain, I have been
working undercover

every day of my
career up until now.

And, yes, I might just
be a white shield to you,

but I am an expert when it
comes to dealing with scumbags

who underestimate women.

- Well, I hope you're right
'cause we're locked in now.

You know, you and Muncy
may have your issues,

but she was right
about one thing.

- What's that, Captain?

- Ambition is better
when it's not blind.

♪

- [sighs]

- You know, the guy
who stocks that thing

is gonna sue your ass.

- I gave him a PBA
card, and he used it

to get out of two
speeding tickets,

so I think he'll be fine.

You know, that white shield's
been here for two weeks!

- Hey, keep your voice down.
- [softly] Sorry.

She reminds me of that
Shakespeare character.

- Lady Macbeth?

- No, no, no, no, the
Italian guy, the...

The... the...
- Othello?

- No.
- Iago.

Look, Churlish is all right.

- You need something?

- Carisi signed off on
that eavesdropping warrant

to set up surveillance at
that brewery on Houston,

so you know what that
means, don't you?

- Yes, I do. Next
round's on the taxpayer.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Hey.

Take it easy.

You got this.

Half the people
in here are NYPD,

same as the hotel
where Teddy's waiting.

If anything goes south
at either location,

you're covered.

- I don't drink.
What should I order?

- A shot of tequila,
just like the vic.

Lick the salt, dump the
shot when he turns his back,

head for the restroom.
- Just like our vic.

- With any luck,
you'll flush out

whoever brought her to the
hotel after she passed out.

If you see them, play
dead and go with it

because we want
everybody involved

before they have a chance
to warn each other.

- Should I save the glass?
- Nah.

Nah, you let us
worry about that.

All right, CSU will
search the bar.

Don't worry.

You'll be fine.

- I can handle myself.

- Can I get you
something, darling?

- Double shot of tequila.

♪

- Everything good?

- I got eyes on her, Captain.

All good.

- All right, copy that.

- Go time.

- Yo, hold up.
- What?

- Have you never
done a tequila shot?

- I didn't wanna be a purist.

This is a brewery.

- Every day is Cinco de Mayo,
as far as I'm concerned.

Don't worry. I got you.

Lick, shoot, and suck it
like a sailor with scurvy.

- Old school. I like it.

- Drinks on me for anyone
that's unemployed at the bar!

[patrons cheering]

- What's the occasion?

- I got my yearly bonus.

- Sugar mama, huh?

- Yeah.

You wanna celebrate
with us later?

- Sure your man won't mind?

- Oh, I'm housebroken.

- Hey, Arlo!

- [groaning, panting]

- Are you okay?

- I think I...

I drank something,
but I didn't...

♪

- Hey, come here.

You wanna know a secret?

- Yeah.
- You wanna tell him?

- Not the attention you
were looking for, is it?

- What the hell is going on?

- I hope you saved your tips
'cause you're gonna need them.

- For a lawyer.

- NYPD.
- Do you have a warrant?

- We do, actually, for cameras,

and we'll be sending every
bottle in here to the lab.

- You see that guy over there?

We have reason to believe

he's been drugging
women at your bar.

- And somebody is helping him
deliver those women to hotels.

So I would talk before
he flips on you.

- The first guy who cooperates
usually gets the deal.

- Where's Churlish?

- Bruno sent her to the
bathroom last time I saw.

- Go check if she's put
eyes on that driver.

- What happened?
- Churlish is gone.

- Is that an exit?

[tense music]

♪

This is Detective Joe Velasco.

We have a 10-13.

NYPD officer in
civilian clothes,

last seen in a black sedan
speeding east near the corner

of Barrack and Houston.

- Can we stop, please?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

- Just relax, honey.

- You're gonna be fine.

- Where are you taking me?

- To a party.

And you're the entertainment.

♪

- This doesn't make any sense.
She wasn't even drinking.

Velasco and I saw her
pour her shot out.

- Your brother better be
waiting at that hotel.

- He's there last
time I checked.

- Check again.

[tense music]

- Marlon, can you bring
the lights up, please?

All right, everybody, listen up.

This bar is closed for
the rest of the night.

You don't have to go home,
but you cannot stay here.

Thank you. Good night.

- Teddy, call me back right now.

- Not looking good.

- Look, I know what
you're thinking,

but he's not in on
this, I promise.

- He better not be.

- You think Churlish
was drugged?

That doesn't make
any sense, Captain.

We watched her from
inside the cab.

She never pulled the
glass to her lips.

- Hey, any residue
on the glasses?

- Captain.

- What have you got?

- Guy had a separate bag
of limes in his backpack.

- How much you wanna make
a bet that if we test that,

it will be positive for
some potent hypnotic?

Velasco, you get a license
plate on the black sedan?

- I'm still checking
for traffic cams.

- The plan was always
to deliver Churlish

to the bachelor party.

- Luxembourg at Times Square.

- I got UCs stationed
in the lobby.

- All right, Bruno,
you're with me.

- What about Muncy?

- Uh, have TARU track
her brother's phone.

[knock at door]

- All right.

Oh, come on, bro.

She's supposed to be
compliant, not unconscious.

The guys at the bachelor party
are drunks, not necrophiliacs.

- I'm just the delivery man.

- I got her.

Okay. I got you, okay?

You okay?

What the hell did you give her?

- I'm not the chemist.

- The party bus is on its way.

Your people are still
gonna pick up...

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?

This was all prepaid.

- Most guys usually
give me a little taste.

- Yo!

Come on, man, I'm
already running late.

Get the hell out of here

before I give you a
taste of something else.

- Relax.

- This bachelor is my boy, okay?

You want me to give him
sloppy seconds as a present?

- Okay, I respect that, huh?

- All right, he's gone.

You can get up now.

Hey, Tonie.

Stop fooling.

♪

- UC over there said they
saw her go up with that guy.

She looked out of it,
but they all thought

it was just according to plan.

- Let's go.

- Hey, wake up, wake up.

- [groans]

We should call this in.
- We will.

I just wanna make sure
you're all right first.

- I didn't take a drink.

- They drugged you somehow.

What are you...

- I gotta pee.

- What, now?

- Date rape drugs stay in
urine longer than blood.

- All right, all
right, all right.

Here.

You need help or...

- Nice try. No.

- Okay.

- Where is she?
- She's right there.

- Hands where we can see them.
- I didn't do anything.

I didn't.
- Churlish.

Look at me, honey, look
at me. Are you okay?

- I'm fine. I'm all right.

- Captain, I think she
left a sample for the lab.

- What?

Excellent.

Velasco?
- Yeah?

- Call CSU, do not let
this leave your sight.

We have to maintain
chain of custody.

- Copy that, Captain.
- Okay?

- I can do that.

- No, no, no,
sweetheart. Come with me.

You're just going to
the hospital, okay?

All right, I'm gonna
sit you down here.

There you go.

♪

- Move!
- NYPD!

[indistinct chatter]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What's going on here?

Don't shoot! Don't
shoot, I'm unarmed!

- NYPD!

You're under arrest.

- For what?

- You really gonna ask that?

- Come on, get up.
Hands behind your back.

- And you are?

- You got a complaint,

I'm Senior Officer
Detective Terrance Bruno.

- I was asking her.

These days, I ask for your
name and badge number,

you better comply.
- All right, Grace Muncy, 0747.

- Tell your brother
he's a dead man.

- Oh, really?

- You're pretty
dumb for a chemist.

- Sunil Patesh
ran the operation.

His sister, Asha, was
the one who escorted

blacked-out women out of bars.

His brother, Rav, he
was the delivery guy.

He'd bring them to the hotels.

- Sick kind of room service.
- Well, they're family.

They're not gonna
turn on each other.

- They don't have to.

We searched the house, and
we found the date rape drugs.

- Receipts, phone records.

- Marked cash given
to Rav by Teddy.

- And we have Teddy's
audio recording

of Rav in the hotel
room with Churlish.

- The Patesh family had
a network of bouncers

and bartenders who
would make money

taking the à la carte
orders of blacked-out vics.

Every single one of them
is willing to testify

on multiple cases for a deal.

- And we have over a dozen
drug-facilitated sex assaults

we're following up on.

- All right, I'll tell Carisi.

[apprehensive music]

- Churlish, what
are you doing here?

- Hospital released me.

I'm just here checking
up on my case.

- We got the guys.

- Officer Churlish, my office.

♪

- Is this when I get yelled at?

- Yes.

Tonie, I appreciate and
admire your work ethic

and how smart you are

and the aggressive
neatness of your desk.

- But?

- But you were reckless,

and you almost derailed
the entire case.

- Well, like I said, I
wanted to impress you.

30 days is not a lot
of time, Captain.

- Now... now you have
to spend that time

trying to win my trust back.

- How do I do that?

- I need to know that you're
here for the right reasons,

because you care about survivors

and trauma and healing,

not because you
want a promotion.

You know, my detectives...
- They're good investigators.

- Yes, and they're
all dysfunctional.

They're not perfect.

But that allows them
to lead with empathy

and with compassion.

- Well, both of my
parents are therapists.

They put a lot of pressure
on me to be perfect.

- I know. I can see that.

Perfectionism is a dangerous way

to approach imperfect
victims, let alone perps.

From now on, I expect teamwork
from you, not perfection.

♪

- Good night, all.

And, no, I don't wanna
go out for a drink.

- You meeting up
with Rose later?

- If I was, I wouldn't tell you.

- Maybe not, but I
can smell the cologne.

- Grace Muncy, nasal detective.

- [laughs]
- Oh, got something.

- What you got, Churlish?

- Those two Canadian
guys who assaulted Abby,

Interpol has them in custody.

- She'll be happy to hear that.

- I'd love to tell
her in person.

- Good. Take Muncy with you.

Maybe you two can go
out for a drink after.

- First round's on me.

It was a water
with a lime chaser?

[phone rings]

- SVU.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]