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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.

So our next case
is a pattern assailant.

Four vics in the
past six months.

After the first incident in
Brooklyn this past December,

as far as we know,
our suspect took

a break, reemerging in March.

Now, these attacks
are escalating and now

occurring only weeks apart.

We're taking pretty
aggressive action here to--

Apologies for running late.

ADA Heidi Russell, new
chief of the Trial Division.

To those of you
I haven't yet met,

I look forward to continuing
the DA's commitment

to transparency with the NYPD.

Captain Benson,
please continue.

Thank you. All right.

Our perp is an unknown
subject, um,

who uses a coat hanger
to bind his victims.

Press has already dubbed him
the Wire Hanger Rapist.

We're under pressure
here, folks.

OK.

Um, Manhattan SVU
has been coordinating

with the other boroughs.

Now, our perp
targets single women.

In low-income
neighborhoods and buildings

with little to no security.

He gains access
to their apartments,

unscrews light bulbs,
faking a power outage.

He lays in wait until
he can surprise his victim.

In every case, he binds her
wrists with a coat hanger.

Then he sexually assaults
them with an object--

the barrel of his gun.

And he's still escalating.

His latest victim, from
two days ago, is still in ICU

due to the injuries that she
sustained during her attack.

The DA's office is all over
my ass, as you can imagine.

I can.

So what do you
have on our serial?

We have consistent statements
from all the victims.

He's white.
He's between 20 and 30.

He has brown hair.

Pretty general,
don't you think?

Well, the assaults happened
at night in the dark.

No DNA, hairs, fibers?

Or prints
or forensic evidence.

So no help.

No disrespect.
- Yeah, no, none taken.

Look, every precinct
in this city

is working overtime on this.

Intelligence is
shaking down our CIs.

We have a tip line, sketches--

Excuse me, Captain.

I need to go make the rounds.

New kid at school and all that.

Of course.

See you met my new boss.

She's very, um, political.

Is this you being diplomatic?

I'm trying to
keep an open mind.

That's easy for you to say.
You don't work for her.

I'm not sure that
she knows that yet.

The guy with the pornstache?

You mean Evan's friend.

What a douche.

No, Lindsay, I did not
think he was hot.

He's your type, not mine.

Mm.

Well, have fun,
but I'm going to bed.

Hey, did you pay
the electric bill?

Well, they're out.

No, don't worry about me.

I'll figure it out.

Drop the towel.

You get an ID on the victim?

Ariel Bradford, 32.
Came home from a club.

Perp was lying in wait.
- How bad?

Multiple internal injuries.
Hemorrhaging.

Were we able to
get a statement?

Lots of blood loss.

Curry went in the ambo
in case she comes to.

- Who called it in?
- Her roommate.

She came home an hour ago
and found Ariel face down

in the bed,
soaked in blood,

her wrists tied with
a wire coat hanger.

So we're looking
at our serial.

I'd say yeah, it's our unsub.
It's got to be.

I want to see the scene.

So Ariel comes home--

A few drinks in.

Perp must have been here a
little bit before she got home.

Unscrewing the light bulbs.

Every single one.

Which explains
the candles in the bathroom.

How'd he gain access?

Resident from another
floor buzzed him in.

What, you think he just
got lucky trying doors?

Or he knows how
to pick locks.

Well, obviously the
assault started here.

He surprised Ariel
in the shower,

assaulted her in the bed.

Oh, God.

This is a lot more blood
than the last few.

This guy is really
ramping things up.

Wire hanger.

Pull all the bedding,
the mattress, the sheets.

Starting to look like
a loss of control to me.

Maybe we get lucky
and he made a mistake.

Did the roommate see him?

The way she tells it,
she had some kind of hookup.

Perp was already gone
by the time she got home.

None of the neighbors
heard anything.

OK, I find that
hard to believe.

Well, he may have gagged her
with this balled up stocking.

And there's no
security cameras

outside on the building.

- He knows how to pick them.
- Checking traffic cams.

But on Friday night,

there's a lot of pedestrians
on the street.

OK, but what about prints?

I mean, these lamps,
he's touched

every single one of them.

None so far.

CSU's got something.

What do you got?

By its size, I'd say
a man's fingerprint.

Pretty good one, too.

That's a weird spot,
isn't it?

What's it doing on
the outer edge like that?

Intruders sometimes do recon.

He could have been casing
this place for weeks.

Or he just could have
tried to close the door

without touching the handle.

If he's in the system,
we'll get him.

Yeah.

All right, get this, uh,
to the lab, top priority.

I'm gonna call the
chief of D's and tell him

that we might have a lead.

Benson.

How's our vic doing?

Pissed off,
but lucky to be alive.

Doctors say she lost
20% of her blood.

- They do a rape kit?
- Yes.

But, um, according to her,

he penetrated her
with an implement.

And by implement,
you mean his gun.

Yeah.

He was just standing there
when I got out of the shower.

I screamed as loud as I could.

Can you describe him for us?

White.

Young-ish.

Did he say anything to you?

He was trying to scare me.

How do you mean, scare you?

Barked orders.

Wrapped the coat hanger
around my wrists.

And then what?

He...

assaulted me.

Can you describe the gun?

It was a gun.

I don't know a lot
about things like that.

Color, size, anything?

All I know was he
had thick gloves on.

Tan, like work gloves.

OK.

Yeah, that's--
that's very good, Ariel.

He watched me bleed.

From down there.

Watched it soak my sheets,
the bed.

Seemed fascinated by it.

Who would do this
to another person?

The most important thing
is that you're safe now.

So why don't we--

why don't we let you
get some rest, OK?

Thank you.

Billy Hedges, 30.

Entry-level employee at the
City Department of Sanitation.

He works a route near here.

And we're sure it's his
fingerprint on the glass door

in Ariel's apartment?

100%.

And I'm telling you,
it's not me.

You got a better explanation
of how your thumbprint

ended up in our crime scene?

I have no idea.
I told you.

Is he in the system?

Yeah, he got arrested
nine months ago

for groping a girl
on a club dance floor.

And?

Accuser didn't
want to move forward.

Charges got reduced.

He did a month community
service, no jail time.

Look, the lab must
have made a mistake.

Except that
doesn't ever happen.

Not in real life, anyway.

He have an alibi
for last night?

- Not a great one.
- So why don't you give us

a good reason
to eliminate that print?

I can't.

I stayed home all night.

Can anybody verify that?

No. I live alone.

You know this girl?

No.

Should I?
- You tell us.

How did your fingerprint
get on the inside

of her sliding door?

I don't know.
There must be some explanation.

And now's your chance to help
us figure out what that is.

I don't under--
I don't understand.

Maybe you met her
at a bar last night.

Maybe she invited you
back to her place.

You opened the sliding door
for some air.

How's that sound?

That sounds very
plausible to me.

Are you sure you've
never seen her before?

She does look
kind of familiar.

OK. Good.

But I wasn't with her
last night.

No way. No way.

You caught our serial?
Good work.

Well, I wouldn't, uh--
I wouldn't leap that far.

But we did find a suspect
for last night's assault.

The latest victim make an ID?

Well, she did pick him out of
a six-pack about an hour ago.

And his fingerprint was on
the inside of her glass door.

But there's no evidence
linking him

to the other four assaults.

Does he have an
alibi for any of them?

Not anything a good
prosecutor couldn't rip apart.

- Anything in his apartment?
- He owns guns.

But none with blood
on the barrel.

Doesn't mean he
couldn't have ditched one.

He works sanitation.

He must own at least
a few pair of work gloves.

We found a pair
on his kitchen table.

Along with a print.

Enough to write up the case,
take it to a grand jury.

For last night's attack
at least, yes.

Then let's start there.

Take the win.

Glass half-full, Mr. Carisi.

Billy Hedges,
on the charge of

aggravated sexual abuse in the
first degree, how do you plead?

Not guilty.

On the charges of predatory
sexual assault

and assault
in the first degree?

- Not guilty.
- People on bail?

We request remand,
Your Honor.

This was a particularly
brutal attack.

The victim is still
in the hospital.

Defense?

My client is not a
flight risk, Your Honor.

We request ROR.

He does have a record,
and the crime is a violent one.

I will grant bail
in the amount of $50,000.

What?

No, I don't have
that kind of money.

You said this would be lower.
- Just trust me.

I'll handle it, OK?

Mr. Carisi, a word?

This guy pled guilty?

He waived the grand jury
on all charges.

I'm still working on the deal,
but a minimum of seven years

is on the table.

And Hedges agreed to that?

Uh, kicking and screaming.
But yeah, he agreed to it.

You mean his public defender

didn't want to
take it to trial.

Honestly, with one
fingerprint, neither did I.

And Russell went
along with that?

She's a hardass,
but she's a realist.

To her, a case closed
is a case closed.

But what about the
other four victims?

If we get any more evidence,

I can try to make
additional charges.

Hey, Velasco.

What do you got?
- I just got a call.

Another woman in
the Lower East Side

was just sexually assaulted
by a man with a gun.

He bound her wrists
with a coat hanger.

We're here on
the Lower East Side

where the Wire Hanger Rapist
has struck again,

despite NYPD's claims that
the suspect was in custody.

Wasting no time
pointing fingers.

Well, they should.

This case was rushed
by Carisi's new boss.

Could be a copycat.

The details were made public,
front-page news--

Which probably pissed off
the actual perp,

us giving credit
to somebody else.

Do you want to know
what I think?

You think the unsub's
still out there.

Yeah, and he's trying
to prove us wrong.

Captain Benson,
Sergeant Tutuola,

do you have any comment?

It's an ongoing
investigation.

Well, did you arrest
the wrong man?

Look, we're working
in conjunction

with the DA's office.

As soon as we know anything,
we'll let you know.

Thank you.

What are we looking at?

Vic is Sara Gomez, 28.

She came home,
light bulbs unscrewed.

Suspect scared her
in the kitchen.

She was trying
to light the stove.

He tied her wrists
with a wire hanger.

The neighbor
knocked on the door.

Suspect panicked and ran.

You get
a description of the guy?

Yeah.
30s, white, brown hair.

Any inconsistencies
with the MO?

Not so far, but CSU
is still processing.

OK, I need every inch of that
apartment under a microscope.

Touch DNA, a hair,
a fiber, anything.

On it, Captain.

It's your new best friend.

She's up late.

And camera-ready.

ADA Russell.

You look surprised
to see me, Captain.

I'm just not used to the
chief of the Trial Division

showing up at a crime scene.

It's a big case.

I'm trying to stay
on top of things.

That's good to know.

So any leads?

Other than we may have put
an innocent man behind bars?

Not from where I'm sitting.

Hedges confessed.
We have the fingerprint.

OK. Well, we know this
attack wasn't Hedges.

Copycat.

He spent the day in Rikers.

It's not unheard of
for these guys

to brag about their crimes.

OK, that's your
working theory?

An inmate who just happens to
match our perp's description

gets out and immediately
commits the exact same crime?

- You have a better one?
- Yeah.

The guy we charged
was pressured

by an incompetent public
defender to plead guilty.

Doesn't explain how
his print got

on the inside
of the glass door,

or how the victim
made a positive ID.

Wrong IDs happen
all the time.

This investigation was rushed.

I'm not interested
in excuses, Captain.

I'm interested in proof.

Oh, I envy anyone
she's never met.

Carisi, what's your gut?

If you're right about Hedges
not being good for this,

we're screwed
six ways to Sunday.

Not as screwed as Hedges.

Curry just texted.

Our latest vic's ready to talk.

Let's hope
she gives us something

because I guarantee you
that Russell

is not going to admit
to making a mistake.

No, she's going to blame you.

I tried everything
I could think of,

just going along,
pretending I liked him.

Anything to get him talking.

That's very,
very smart, Sara.

So what, you just
asked him questions?

Yeah.

Just like, where he grew up,
if he had family.

Did he answer you?

Not at first.

And then,
he pulled out this gun.

He held it up to my eyes,

showed me
the blood caked on it.

God, that must
have been terrifying.

It was more scary
the way he looked at it.

The gun.

Tell me more.
What do you mean?

I could tell
it was important to him.

He showed me
the leather holster.

It had these initials.

M-A-R.

I couldn't see the rest.

And his name?

I asked.

And then he pistol-whipped me.

I'm so sorry, Sara.

Thank God for Luis.

He knocked on the door, and--

- Luis is your neighbor?
- Yeah.

He, um, was, like, always
pretending to borrow stuff,

if you know what I mean.
- Trying to get lucky.

But tonight, I got lucky.

The guy with a gun ran.

And whoever this guy was,
he left his holster behind.

When he turned around
to see where

the knock was coming from,
I kicked it with my foot

under the stove.

He saw me, but it was too late.

Luis was knocking again, louder.

And he ran.

OK, I'll call
Velasco and Bruno,

have them look for
that holster.

So, Sara,

you saved yourself,

and probably
a lot of other women, too.

Do you have any comment?

It's an ongoing
investigation.

Well, did you arrest
the wrong man?

- Turn that off.
- Please.

You both look good.

And as soon
as we know anything--

Here comes Russell.

I'm new to the
Manhattan DA's office,

but I have never been
prouder of any police force

I've ever worked with.

- Thank you very much.
- Oh, my God, I can't.

Cannot listen to this.
- These conflicting reports

are raising new questions
with many resi--

So we get anything
off the holster?

Initials are MARSOC,

which is a special ops branch
of the Marines.

So we're looking
for a military guy?

Or some weekend warrior
LARPing as a soldier.

We get touch DNA?

CSU is still working on it.

- And what about Hedges?
- You think whoever

this other guy is,
they're working as a team?

Well,
it's certainly possible.

When is the last time
anyone spoke with

Hedges and his lawyer?

They haven't
made the deal yet.

He's in Rikers,
at least for the night.

- And we ran his phone?
- Yeah, it's clean.

We've IDed everyone
he was in contact with.

And it didn't
ping near Ariel's

apartment the other night?

No, but that
doesn't mean anything.

The guy could have
left it at home.

Right. He did shut it off
for a few hours.

Hedges claims he forgot
to put it on the charger

before he fell asleep.

Guys, in the meantime,
there's nothing we can do.

Uh, so go home to your lives,
if you have one.

Do what you got to do to
get this day off your mind.

Are you sure
I can't buy you a beer?

No, I'ma pass, man.

But thank you.

Is Phoebe waiting
for you at home?

No, she's
visiting her sister.

Oh, so you're just
flat-out rejecting me.

Pretty much.

But you heard what
the captain said.

Go live your life.

Copy that, Sarge.
After you.

Don't move!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, kid.
Take it easy.

Take it easy.
- Shut up!

OK, look, you want money?
I gotta reach in my wallet.

I got to put my hands down
to go in my wallet, OK?

- I don't want your wallet!
- Then what?

You put my dad in jail.
I saw you on TV today.

I found your address online.

Your dad?

Let me guess.
Your last name is Hedges.

He didn't do those things
the police are saying.

- I know that.
- Then why is he in jail?

You got a name, kid?
What's your first name?

- Toby.
- Toby. Toby, do me a favor.

Please take your finger
off that trigger.

Why shouldn't
I just shoot you?

Because if you do, both you
and your dad will be in jail,

and I won't be able
to help get him out.

His lawyer's stupid.
You're stupid!

But if I shoot you, at least
he'll know how much I love him.

Ow!

Drop it!

I didn't mean to!

Drop the gun!

- You're bleeding.
- Get out of here.

I won't say anything to anyone.

Go!

Damn.

Hey, Sarge,
you're here early.

Yeah.
Between me and you, Sal--

Sure, anything.

I was on my way home and the
neighbor lady gave that to me.

Found it in the trash.

Some kids must have
ditched it or something.

She asked you to turn it in.

- Yeah, she did.
- Hmm.

Well, at least it's
an honest-to-goodness

American-made gun.

These gang kids nowadays, they
all want 3D-printed ghosties.

Never thought I'd get
nostalgic for metal.

So how you been?

I'm good.
How are your kids?

They got to be like, what,
in the sixth grade by now?

You won't believe it, but
little Vito's going into high--

Hey, Sarge, you all right?

Yeah.

Velasco,
what the hell's going on?

The guy in the
evidence lockup called.

- Sorrentino?
- Yeah.

Said the sarge passed out.

From what?

At first, I thought
it was his heart.

But the way he tells it--

But--but what?

The way he tells it,
Sarge turned in a gun.

Uh, OK.

Um, so why don't you
go back to work?

I got this, Velasco.

Hey, cowboy.

You OK?

Uh, yeah, I think it was
just that keto thing

me and Phoebe were trying out.

- Keto?
- Yeah.

Huh.

Well, that's funny,
because, uh,

Sorrentino says that
you turned in a gun.

Yeah, this neighbor lady,
she found it in the trash.

Really, Fin?
We're going to play this?

Who shot you?

Is this something
to do with the case?

If I say yes, would you
let me change the subject?

Are you protecting somebody

that's connected to--
to Billy Hedges?

Yeah.

Hedges, the guy we got
in jail, he's got a kid.

So he's angry that
we arrested his father.

Product of divorce.

I think he started out angry,

and I'm sure us putting his
father in Rikers didn't help.

How old?

Around Noah's age.

You have a gunshot wound.

It's just a graze.

And you didn't
hear that from me,

and nobody needs to
hear that from you.

What did you tell the doctor?

That I walked into a mirror.

Well, you always
have been your own worst enemy.

Let's just help get this
kid's father out of jail.

There.

How's Fin?

- He's fine.
- OK.

Do I even want to know
what happened?

Uh, probably not.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Did you hear
about Billy Hedges?

I just had a nice chat
with Russell about him.

I take it, uh, she doesn't
want to let him out.

Oh, no, no, no.

She thinks he's good
for Ariel's assault,

if not the others.

He's got a fingerprint
at the scene.

No alibi.
- One print.

There's got to be
an explanation.

On the inside of the glass.

OK.

Totally out of character
for me, I know.

But just to play
devil's advocate--

Oh, believe me, in this case,

he's doing just fine
advocating for himself.

Fair enough.

But it's not like
fingerprint analysis

is completely reliable.

Well, I think
Russell's leaning more

into the positive ID.

That's not reliable either,
Carisi, you know that.

Well, Russell doesn't
want to hear that.

Listen, she's the kind
of boss that'll just

cling to a mistake,
especially one

she's put a lot of energy
into making.

So if you want this guy out,

you've got to bring me
something off that holster.

The lab's still
working on it.

Then we're at a standstill.

How do you feel about that?

I don't want the wrong man in
jail any more than you do, Liv.

Look, this Hedges guy
has a life.

And he has a kid who wants
to see his father again.

I know, but there's a little
thing called judicial momentum.

These things take time.

It's like pulling
a U-turn on a cruise ship.

I'll talk to him.

I'll see if there's anything
else that helps his case.

And take Fin with you.

I thought he tore
his rotator cuff.

Yeah, let's just say
that he has

a vested interest in this guy.

Look, I didn't rape anyone.

I never even met that woman.

OK, well, let me lay out
the problem here--

if you never met her,
then how did your fingerprint

get on the inside of the glass
door in her apartment?

You gotta think, Billy,

if you ever want to
see your son again.

I know he wants to see you.

You seem like a handy guy.

Maybe you got one
of the gig economy jobs.

Like TaskRabbit or something.

You ever do any work
in Ariel's apartment?

No. All I do is sanitation.

You got a side hustle?

You ever help anybody carry
something big out to the curb?

- Like what?
- Like some old furniture.

No, no, no.

I--I only started working
in sanitation a year ago.

All right?
It's a good job.

Pension, medical benefits.

But they put the fear of God
into you

during your first
six months of probation.

We're not allowed to go
into anyone's homes.

So you're relatively new
at sanitation?

Yeah, that's right.

What'd you do before?

Uh, a string of jobs.

What kind of jobs, Billy?

Walmart, Best Buy.

Uh, Home and Hardware Direct.

Home and Hardware Direct.

What department?

Building supplies.

So paint, lighting fixtures,
that kind of thing.

Yeah.

Tiles, too.

With glass doors?

We're looking
for an exterior glass

sliding door with
an extruded aluminum frame.

How do you know
all this stuff?

I went to trade school
before I became a cop.

Never used it,
but it makes me pretty popular

on the dating apps.

Hello, this is
Detective Terrence Bruno.

And this is
Sergeant Odafin Tutuola.

We're with Manhattan SVU.

How can I help you?

We're looking for
an exterior glass

sliding door with an
extruded aluminum frame.

What he said.

Our cheapest, most
generic sliding glass doors.

You sell a lot of them?

Oh, yeah.

The super says
the one we're looking for

would have been installed
April of 2022.

1170 Avenue A.

The guy we're
investigating says

he worked here
during that time.

He might have unloaded
a few off the truck.

What's the building
super's name?

Uh, Peter Knudsen.

Uh, Knudsen.

2022.

Yeah, we sold him a few.

You worked here then?

I've been here five years.

You remember this guy?

Everybody does.

Why is that?

One of the worst employees
I've ever had.

He only lasted about a month.

Would that include
April of 2022?

I can check his last
pay stub, but I'm pretty sure.

So this guy did work for
Home and Hardware Direct, huh?

He stocked the
sliding glass doors.

Here's his last pay stub.

His old manager is willing
to go on the record to state

that he handled the doors
from the truck to the racks

where they were sold.

Explains how his fingerprint
wound up on the glass door.

Turns out the
contractor that worked

on Ariel's building
bought a couple of them

during the renovation.

And you know what
that means, Counselor.

Reasonable doubt.

Ought to be easy for your
new boss to drop this case.

You'd think.

Reasonable means different
things to different people.

And there's only
one way to find out.

- I'll take it to Russell.
- Hold on.

And while you're at it,
tell her that we got

a touch DNA hit
off the gun sheath.

And?

Traced it back
to a guy named Glenn Duncan.

He got a record?

His DNA was in the database
because he's an ex-Marine.

Explains the initials
on the sheath.

Turns out the guy
wasn't LARPing.

He was dishonorably
discharged in 2019.

So we pick him up.

The way this case
is going,

the guy might have sold
the holster at a flea market

the day he got cut loose
by Uncle Sam.

So what do you want?

If this guy is good for this,

then he's good for the others.

Which means
Billy Hedges is not.

So if I'm going to rub
my new boss's face in this,

I need more than
a hint of touch DNA.

I need this to be airtight.
- I will go back to Ariel.

No, Ariel changing her ID
at this point does not help me.

Yeah, but it will help her.

And don't worry about the ID,
because our victim

from the other night, Sara?

She got a good look at him.

You're telling me
I IDed the wrong guy?

He's in jail,
and he didn't rape me?

Well, we're still
investigating.

But as of right now, we don't--
we don't think that he did.

- Am I in trouble?
- No, not at all.

Incorrect IDs happen
all the time.

But you said
you found a fingerprint.

And--and we have
an explanation for that.

This poor man.

Yes, but our ADA
is working on getting

the charges dismissed.

So do you know
who did rape me?

Well, we do have a suspect.

And we're putting
together a case now.

Well--well, what can I do?

Well, actually, I'd like
to show you some more photos

and see if you
recognize anyone.

But what if I ID
the wrong guy again?

You do the best you can.

And this is not all on you,
OK, Ariel?

Because we have
other witnesses.

Are you ready?

- Not him.
- OK, take your time.

I don't need to.

I was only with him
for 10 minutes,

but after what he did to me,
I will never forget his face.

OK. Well, let's keep going.

Definitely not him.

No.

Are you sure you
don't want a break?

I'll just get you some water.

No, I'm OK.
I want to get this guy.

So do we.

That's him.

Deputy Chief Sasso.

We're looking for Glenn Duncan.

He's 5'10",
35 years old, ex-military.

He moved into that building
a year ago with his girlfriend.

Take cover!
Get back!

Move it! Get behind the car!

Officer down!

10-13!
Send a bus!

I need you to put
some rounds on him.

Keep his head down.

Fin, I need you to cover me.

Where are you going?

- I'm hit.
- You're going to be OK.

Come on.
Come on.

I'm going to get you out.
Can you move your legs?

I think so. I think so.

Move. Pull in, pull in.

You're going to be OK.
There you go.

I know.

- It hurts!
- I know it does.

But you know what?

You're doing great, because
you're--you're talking.

That means you're breathing.

You take care of this guy.

You got this.

I'll yell at you later.

I look forward to that.
What are we looking at?

We have a visual
inside the apartment.

And?

Our suspect's male,
and what looks like a female.

OK.
Alive?

Still has a heat signature.

Neighbors are all evacuated.
Block is cleared.

Hostage negotiation's
on the way.

We're going to
have to move in.

Hold on.
We have a woman inside.

He's already shot one cop,
and he's ex-military.

For all we know,
he could have IEDs up there.

- Do you have Duncan's cell?
- Yeah.

Who's this?

This is Captain Benson, NYPD.

If I were you,
I'd get out of here.

I can't do that, you know.

I've got to make sure
that everybody

who's up there with you
is safe.

Is Jane OK?

She's fine.

Good, good.
That's a good start.

What do you want?

I want to know
how I can help you.

That's what I want.

What are my choices here?

Gee, let's see.

Go down shooting, or prison
for the rest of my life?

Listen, I know that
you and I

can figure this out
together, OK?

So let's just
take a beat here.

There's only one way
out of this.

And what about Jane?

We've already decided.

We're going out together.

We're going in now.

Do you see where he is?

Crouching below
the kitchen window.

- And the woman?
- A few feet to his left.

Time to go hunting.
Stay back.

Drop your weapon!

Hey.

He was going to kill me!

You're safe now.
Come here.

We got you.

Glenn and I met
in high school.

He was normal back then.

So you were with him before
he joined the military?

Yeah.

It was his dream.

He came from
a blue collar family.

He had wanderlust.

How else was he going
to see the world?

Um, according
to his discharge paperwork,

he sexually assaulted
a female soldier.

So you had no idea?

I suspected something was up.

We started fighting a lot.

I just thought
he was cheating on me.

What made you think that?

I found women's underwear,
lingerie and stuff.

He had it hidden
in a locked toolbox.

One night when he was asleep,
I took the key, opened it up.

OK, and we know that Duncan
is good for all six assaults?

Yes, the lab found DNA
on underwear in his toolbox.

Matches all our vics.

And they all picked him out
of a six-pack, including Ariel.

Carisi, is that enough
to make Russell happy?

Doubt she's going
to be happy.

How about enough to get
Billy Hedges out of Rikers?

Nobody in the DA's office
likes dropping charges,

but Russell's not
totally unreasonable.

I'll call her right now.

I'll let the victims know
the case is closed.

And that they're
spared a trial.

So you want to go
tell Hedges' kid

that his father's coming home?

- Want to come with?
- I would love to, actually.

But, um, there's someplace
that I need to be.

You're a good kid, Toby.

- Dad!
- Hey!

Thanks for bringing my son.

No problem.

- You ready to go home?
- Yeah.

Could you ask the bus to wait

and let me talk to Toby
for a minute?

Yeah, sure.

You know why
I brought you here?

I never want
to see you anywhere

near a place like this.

You understand me?

Yes, sir.

And if I ever catch you
touching a gun,

you're going to wish
you hadn't.

OK. Get out of here.

all: ♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Maddie

♪ Happy birthday to you

You know, the number 16 has
been important to us this year.

Not only is it Maddie's age,
but it is also

the precinct number to someone
who has become very important

to our family, Captain Benson.

Peter, it's been long enough.
You know my first name.

Olivia.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

- Oh.
- So proud of you, Maddie.

Get together.
Let's take a photo.

No. No photos, Mom.

Want some cake?

Thank you.

Oh, what's wrong with me?
I don't know how to do this.

Do what?

Just be a good mom to Maddie.

She's never going
to be the same.

Eileen,
just give it some time.

You're doing great.

I appreciate what you've done
for her, taking her to therapy.

She's on the road
to actual recovery.

And what about you?

Peter and I are working
through things, you know?

It's--it's a lot to navigate.

Yeah.

Maybe I need one of those.

Maybe you do.

You know what?

How about you borrow this?

- No, I cannot take that.
- Eileen.

No.

I want you to have it.

Turn around.

This has gotten me
through some, uh--

through some tough times.

And you can return it
whenever you want.

It's not like we're
going to lose touch.

I hope not.

We won't.
We're--we're family now.

Thank you, Olivia.

You know, my job has
a lot of responsibilities.

But the one thing that I've
learned to value the most...

Is the duty to hope.

Yeah.

Go eat some cake.

Hm?

Elliot,

how are things?

You know, things are things.

So, um, I--

I, uh--I wanted to talk
to you about something.

The necklace.

The compass that
you gave me last year.

Did you lose it?

You're the only person I know
who could lose a compass.

No, as a matter of fact,

I haven't taken it off
since you gave it to me.

And...

I wanted to let you know
that it has been

incredibly meaningful to me.

And it has guided me

in terms of my healing.

I'm glad.

Yeah.

And, uh...

I just wanted to
let you know that I--

I lent it to someone.

The--a victim's mother.

From the missing girl case?

Yeah, that--

that poor woman has
been through hell.

Sounds like she needed it
a lot more than you do.

I knew you'd understand.