All language subtitles for Law.And.Order.SVU.S26E05.ETHEL

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.

[gentle piano music playing]

* *

- There she is--Kelsey Sommers,
my favorite reporter.

- Mario, my guardian angel.

- Mwah, mwah.

There's a hunk waiting
for you at your table.

Is this some kind of interview?

- Actually, it is a date.

- A date? Wow.

I'm glad to see that
you're finally getting

yourself back out there.

Here you are.

- You must be Tyler.
- Nice to meet you, Kelsey.

- Your waiter will be
with you shortly.

- Thank you.

Would you like to have a seat?

- [exhales]

- Everything all right?
- Yeah.

This is my first date
in a while.

- Well, you know, you are even
more gorgeous in person

than you are on TV.

Honestly.

- Sancerre?
- Your drink, right?

- You actually read my profile?

- May I pour you a glass?
- That would be nice.

[Joe Sparrow's "Numb"]

- * Help me feel numb *

* Numb, numb *

[romantic pop music]

* Help me feel numb, numb *

- I take it that
your date went well?

- Is it that obvious?

- You're wearing the same dress
from yesterday.

- I'll get something
from wardrobe.

- So what was it like?

Being on the market a year
after your engagement imploded.

- He was a gentleman.

The exact opposite of Jake.

- I'm sorry, who?
- Oh, well played.

- Yeah, I'm on team Kelsey,

even if you didn't
make me swear to never

utter his name again.

- Oh, wow.
- What?

- Uh, is this normal
for online dating?

[chuckles]

- Honey, that is not normal
for anywhere but porn.

What are you even doing here?
I would have called out sick.

- It's kind of nice.
- Uh, yeah.

- No, not that.

I've been waiting
a really long time.

- Can I have one more peek?
- No, he's mine.

- Oh, come on.

[chuckles]

[phone swooshes]

[ominous music]

[camera shutter snaps]

[phone swooshes]

* *

- Kels, you in here?

- Yeah, what's up?

- There's been
a train derailment.

- Subway?

- LIRR, going into
Jamaica, Queens.

Dozens of injuries.

- I'll meet you in the van.

Crews have been working
tirelessly to clear the damage

as authorities
attempt to determine

what caused this accident.

From Jamaica,
I'm Kelsey Sommers for 1NYC.

[knocking]

[tense music]

* *

- Kelsey!
[chuckles]

You're on TV.

I can rewind. Watch with me.

- Mom, have you gotten
a text from anyone?

- What text? From who?
- Where is your phone?

- Honey, what's going on?

Have you eaten anything?

- [exhales]
I need some air.

- Kelsey.

- Tyler, why are you
doing this to me?

Please text me back, please.

[phone dings]

Oh, my God.

[phone clatters]

* *

[breathing heavily]

- Kelsey?

- [sobbing]

- Kelsey, what are you doing?

Please get down from there.
You're scaring me.

- I swore I'd never let
anyone control me again.

He has more of them.

He says he's gonna
send them to everyone I know.

[gasps]

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

- We get an ID on the jumper?

- It's Kelsey Sommers.
- The reporter?

- ESU says
she's being sextorted.

- Her mother is the one
that called it in.

- Says she went on a date
with some clown,

and now he's threatening her.
- What does he have on her?

- The way the mother tells it,
graphic nude photos.

- He says he's gonna
send them to everyone

she knows unless she pays up.
- Okay.

All right, guys, I'm going up.

[tense music]

- [gasps]

[breathing shakily]

- Kelsey.

All we wanna do is help.

- Leave me alone.
[sobs]

- Kelsey...

I'm Captain Benson from SVU.

- Sex crimes?
[whimpers]

Who called you?

- So what is this I'm hearing
about you being extorted?

I got it from here, Chief.
- Captain.

- I got it.

- Let's go, guys.

- How much do you know?

- Only that you were betrayed

by somebody that you
thought you could trust.

Hold on, Kelsey.
No, no, no, no.

Listen to me.
Kelsey, look at me.

Let me help you.

- [sobbing]

- Let me help you. Come on.

Come here.
- [grunts]

- I got you.

I got you.

I got you.
- [sobs]

I can't believe I was actually
going to go through with that.

Thank you.

I'm never gonna do anything
like this again, I promise.

- We're so glad to hear that.

But Kelsey, we--we still
have a few questions, okay?

- [sighs]
Okay.

- You said you
met this guy online?

- Tyler Camden.

He was so charming.

He looked exactly like
his profile pic.

I'm new to this,
so maybe that's why my--

my guard was down.

- And where did you go
on this date?

- Harry's. I'm a regular there.

- And who paid?
- Tyler did, in cash.

He left a good tip.

- And after that?

- I wouldn't normally do this,
but I got us a hotel room.

- No one's judging.
- He let me go at my own pace.

He didn't force anything.

We slept in.
We had room service.

We had sex one last time
before work.

And then he sent me
a naked picture.

- And I'm assuming
he asked for one back.

- And the next thing I know,
I'm taking a photo up my skirt

in the bathroom at work.
- Okay.

So what is he demanding
from you?

- 50,000 in cash

or he sends the pics
to all my contacts.

- Did this Tyler guy
give you a deadline?

- No. No, not yet.

I mean, it's like
he's toying with me.

God, I'm worried this story
is gonna get out anyway.

I mean, me in the psych ward?

- And you're used
to reporting the story,

not being the story.

Nobody is gonna hear
anything from us, Kelsey.

That we can assure you.

I'm assuming that you always
wanted to be a reporter?

- Yeah.
Yeah, since I was little.

- So hold your head high,
do your job,

and you don't let anyone
derail you,

especially this guy.

[pensive music]

* *

[knocks]

- Hey, how's the victim?

- You know,
as well as can be expected.

There's no press leaks so far.

- Has she been contacted
again by the perp?

- Uh, not yet.

So he has an Instagram account
and a dating app profile.

- And we still
can't find this guy?

He's nowhere in the system?

- Big tech is stonewalling us,
so we could use a court order.

- Yeah, it's not a problem.
Anything else in the meantime?

- She met him at Harry's.

He paid the bill in cash,
then they went to the hotel.

So I'm hoping that we get lucky
with DNA or prints.

- I don't get it.
This guy's a male model type.

Usually these scammers,
they spend their time

in their mother's basement

licking the Cheeto dust
off their fingers.

- Well, he certainly
doesn't fit that profile.

- Captain.

- Kelsey, what's going on?
- He recorded us having sex.

[tense music]

* *

I'm hungry.
You wanna grab some breakfast?

- Mm.

I've got a better idea.
- Ah.

- So has he made
any more demands on you?

- That I have 48 hours to pay
or this goes right to 1NYC.

- Okay, we're gonna
find him before that.

- I never should have
let my guard down.

- Kelsey, Kelsey,
this is not on you.

- Really?
Because I must have a type.

When I left my ex,
he took everything--

the apartment, the dog.
He emptied my bank account.

My job was the one thing
I had left

that was purely mine.
I built it.

I was the face
people could trust.

Who's gonna trust
my judgment now?

[somber music]

* *

- How's Kelsey?

- Hanging in there for now.

- 48 hours isn't a lot of time.

- Where are we with TARU?

- Did a number trace,
but no luck.

Looks like the guy
is using some kind

of a second number app.
- Okay.

What about prints,
DNA at the hotel?

- There was no matches
in the system.

- So you're telling me that
our only point of connection

with this guy is a bogus number

that he's been using
to text Kelsey?

- Pretty much, yeah.

- I called a buddy of mine
who works in the Bronx.

He says they've been having
a rash of these

sextortion cases lately.

- All young,
upwardly mobile female vics.

- Any chance
that this is our guy?

- They sent in the pictures,
but it was a different guy.

One of the vics killed herself.

I managed to reach out
to another victim, Ruby Conzo.

She's only 19.

- I'll talk to her.

Ruby, does this man look
familiar to you at all?

- No, this isn't
the guy who extorted me.

You still think my case
is connected to the one

you're working on now?

- Well, that's what we're
trying to figure out.

- Well, the guy
who extorted me,

I met him on an online
bereavement forum.

- Bereavement?

- My parents were killed in a
car accident a few years back.

Commercial truck
blindsided them.

- Ruby, I'm so sorry.

- I was depressed, lonely.

This guy said
his name was Nick.

He told me his girlfriend
just died of cancer.

- So you started
communicating on the forum?

- Yeah.

And after a few weeks,
I felt comfortable enough

to FaceTime him.

- And may I ask you
when it turned sexual?

- After, um,
a few weeks of going out,

I asked him over
to watch a movie.

We sat right here
on this couch,

and he brought
a bottle of wine.

We had sex in my bedroom.

- And he secretly filmed it.

- The next day,
he sent me the video.

[somber music]

He demanded 50,000,

or he'd send it
to everyone I knew,

all the friends I made
on our bereavement forum,

relatives, my little sister.

I'm supposed to set
an example for her.

- Ruby, listen to me.

You didn't do anything wrong.

You are the victim of a crime.

You didn't do anything wrong.

- [breathes deeply]

I went to Bronx SVU, but it--

it didn't seem
like they could help me.

Not before time ran out.
- So you paid it.

I understand.

But how did you manage to
come up with all that money?

- The settlement
from my parents' death.

- And you told Nick
about that online?

- On the forum.
It was so stupid.

[door clicks]

- I'm home.

- Hi. I'm Olivia.

- I got you Shake Shack, Josie.
It's on the counter.

* *

I don't think I'll be able
to trust anyone ever again.

- Let's see if we can try
to change that.

Hey, any luck tracking down
the phone number

Ruby's perp was
FaceTiming her from?

- TARU did a track and trace,
but the number's dead.

- And we checked
the bereavement forum,

but the guy ghosted.

- And since Ruby deleted
her photos of this guy,

there's no way to run
facial recognition.

- Unless TARU can find
those pictures,

it's like he never existed.

- That's because he never did.

- Guys, is there any connection
between this ghost and Tyler?

- Not that we can find, no.

- What's our next move
here, Captain?

- Well, I was hoping that it
wouldn't come to this, but I--

I think we have to have Kelsey
get in contact with Tyler.

- Tyler, it's me.
I have the cash.

Where do you want me
to drop it off?

Please call me back.

Straight to voicemail,
automated outgoing message.

- If he wants that money,
he's gonna get back to you.

[phone buzzes]
- Oh, we got him on the hook.

- There we go.

[tense music]

* *

[phone swooshes]

Okay. Where? Where?

* *

Okay. Step one, stand by.

- Copy that, Captain.

- Someone's headed our way.

- That's not our guy.

- Then we got a problem.
He's taking the cash.

- It must be
a two-man operation.

- Let's move!

NYPD.
Hands where we can see them.

- Who the hell are you?
Where's Tyler?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, Kelsey.
- Who's Tyler?

- We'll sort that out
down at the station.

- Station? Am I under arrest?

- Good guess.

- Hey, I asked you a question.
- Kelsey, not now.

- But I need an answer.
- I understand that, right?

But you need to let us
do our job.

- Come on. Come on.
- Okay?

- Captain.
- Great, thank you.

- So, Ruby...

- I've never seen
this guy before.

Is he the one behind the scam?

- Well, um, we're trying
to sort that out,

but we set up a sting,
and this is the guy

who picked up the money.

- From the trunk of a car?

That's the same way
I dropped off my cash.

- Yes, and that's why
I need you to tell me

exactly how this went down.

- Nick,
or who I thought was Nick,

texted me to leave the cash
in the trunk of a rental car.

- And how did you know
it was the right car?

- He texted me
the license plate number.

I--I heard a chirp.
The trunk opened.

I left the cash
and got out of there.

- This is the exact same MO as
the case that we're working on.

- So they are connected?

- It's starting
to look like it.

- Can you get the money back?

I was gonna use it
for my college,

and the rest is for Josie's.

- So I can't make
any promises right now,

but I want you to know
that we are doing

everything we can to catch
whoever is behind this.

- As the deadline nears,
the UFT president says

teachers are ready to come
back to the bargaining table--

excuse me, will not be ready.

I'm Kelsey Sommers...
- Hey.

- For 1NYC.

- I see that our sextorter
already lawyered up.

So who is this guy?

- His name is Neil Marsh, and
he's an unemployed copywriter.

- So in other words, not Tyler.
- Oh, they're working together.

- So Tyler was the bait,
and this guy's what,

the bookkeeper?

50 grand, huh?
Not bad for a day's work.

- Fin and Bruno
will take a statement,

and Velasco and Silva
are searching his apartment.

- More importantly,
how's Kelsey doing?

- You know,
she's trying to maintain

her on-air personality
from the looks of it,

but, you know, feeling robbed
of her sense of control.

- I can't say that I blame her.

But for the time being,
at least the sex tape

hasn't been released.

- Look, the clock
is still ticking.

And we have at least
one known accomplice.

- I don't see
an unemployed copywriter

willing to do hard time,
do you?

- A woman like Kelsey
would never go to a hotel

with a guy like me.

- So what's your role in this?

- I'm just a mouthpiece.
- And bag man, evidently.

- I was forced into it.

- As I was trying to tell you,
my client's the victim

of sextortion as well.

- We're listening.

[tense music]

- Go ahead, Neil.

- Six months ago, a woman
reached out to me on Instagram.

She was hot.

I'm talking about
a New York ten.

At first,
I thought she was just a bot,

but she seemed legit,
especially when

she agreed to meet me
in person.

She was everything
I've been looking for--

sweet, Midwestern,
a good conversationalist.

- You two have sex?
- No, never got that far.

- But let me guess.
She sent you nudes.

- Then asked for some of me.

- Look, tell them what happened
when you sent the pictures.

- My mom was sent one first.
- Then what?

- I was told
all my LinkedIn contacts

would get one
unless I paid 50 grand.

I knew I'd never work again.

Problem was,
I didn't have the cash.

- So in exchange,
you had to work it off?

- By scouring Instagram
and dating apps

for anyone with
a blue checkmark,

anyone with clout
or a good career.

I'd hit them up,
get them hooked.

- So if Tyler
was the eye candy,

and you were just some kind of
sick Cyrano de Bergerac,

who's getting all the money?

- His name is Constantine.
He lives out in Queens.

That's all I know.

- Do we believe this guy?
- I mean, the story checks out.

TARU took his laptop and iPad.

No photos or videos
of Kelsey on them.

- And he is unemployed.

He worked at a prestigious
ad agency until AI came along.

- Another occupation
on life support.

- Well, it explains why
this guy out in Queens

let Neil put his own
sextortion case on layaway.

- But why go after him
in the first place?

I mean, Kelsey is
a professional woman.

She's on an upward trajectory.

- She's pulling in six figures.

She just won
the Press Club Award.

- Yeah, but Neil is
a schlub with no job.

- Well, his Instagram account
says otherwise.

- Let me see.

- Exotic travel,
sports cars, yachts--

probably rented.

- So this guy's entire
digital life is a mirage?

- Oh, you should see
his apartment.

500-square-foot studio
in Hoboken.

- Okay, so what
do we do with him?

- I could charge him with
grand larceny and coercion,

but if he really is a victim--

- He's not the only one
we should be going after.

I mean, Constantine is
where the money goes,

so he has to be in control
of all the photos.

- Which means he's the one
that we should be charging.

- So what's the play here?

Flip Neil and get to
the head of the operation?

- I have another idea.

- Seems like you're having
a bad day, Neil.

- Who's this guy?

- I'm just
a lowly public servant

on a mission of mercy.

- Weren't you listening,
Counselor?

My client's a victim himself.
- No, I heard, I heard.

But, uh,
we don't have anybody else

in custody at present.

- What we do have
is your client,

on the record,
admitting to extortion.

- And we caught him red-handed
picking up the ransom.

- So just off
the top of my head,

coercion, grand larceny.

You see, Neil,
you went from victim

to accomplice the second
you extorted Kelsey.

- You'll never get
those charges to stick.

My client's not in possession
of the photos or sex video.

- Well, I'm willing
to talk about a deal,

as long as it gets us to
whoever does have possession.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- What do you want me to do?

- You must have a way
of getting in touch

with Constantine.
- We communicate by Snapchat.

- Okay, we'll get you
your phone back

so you can contact him.

- And tell him what?

He's gonna ask about
Kelsey's 50 grand.

- Just tell him
you're still working on it.

But in the meantime,
you've snared

a young, rich
venture capitalist

from Mexico City.
- Mexico City?

- Yeah, and he's married.

He's in New York
for a few days.

He's looking to get laid.

* *

- He'll cooperate,
but with one caveat.

- I want my nude photos
back too.

Not just the one
he sent to my mom.

- So Neil
did not have my photos?

- No, he didn't,

but he did put us on track
of who does.

- Then what was
his involvement?

- So Neil is a victim

of sextortion, same as you,

only he didn't have
the money to pay up.

- So whoever is behind this
made him work it off?

[pensive music]

And what about Tyler?

- The local PD
just picked him up.

As of now, it seems
that he was hired

to seduce you
and record you having sex.

- Was I raped?

- I certainly understand
how you would feel that way,

and you were
definitely victimized.

Tyler will do time.

- And what about the video?

I mean, there's less than
a day left on the clock.

- We are working on a way
to get whoever's behind this

before the time runs out.

- And what if you don't?

- Kelsey, we're putting
every effort into this.

Unfortunately,
I can't make any promises,

but we'll find him.

- Okay. You are all set.

- Test it out.
- One, two.

Uno, dos, tres,
cuatro, cinco, seis.

- You're good. You're good.

[phone buzzes]

- Oh, that's your date?

- Yeah, Audra.
Neil just sent it.

- Tough night at work,
Detective.

- She's hot.
- Okay, you're funny.

- Except you don't really look
like a venture capitalist.

- NYPD couldn't afford
Armani, all right?

What? You don't think
I look the part?

- How the hell would I know?
I've never dated a money guy.

- Women like Audra
notice watches.

- How much you pay for this?

- Hell of a lot more than
the NYPD paid for that suit.

[relaxed music playing]

* *

- Audra?
- Hi.

You must be Juan Pablo.

- Nice to meet you.

I like the place you picked.

You know, I spend a lot
of time in Tokyo and London,

but never New York.

- Well, we need to change that.

- How about a drink?

I see they got my tequila here.

- Your tequila?
- Yeah.

My family were early investors.

- Mm, let's get a bottle.

- Hermano.

[speaking Spanish]

Gracias.

- Hmm, that's pretty slick.

- Velasco started out
in undercover work.

- Yeah, I know.

I checked him out
before I transferred

from Brooklyn Homicide.

- Did you check me out too?

So you know about my lawsuit?
- Against the NYPD?

Yeah.

My dad's, uh,
not exactly a fan of yours.

- Ready for another one?

- How about we bring
this bottle back to the room?

- Um, what room?

- The one you're gonna get us,
right now.

- Believe me,
I wanna, but I, uh--

I already got a suite uptown.

- Great, I'll get us a ride.

- [sighs]
You're making this really hard,

but I do have a meeting
with my board in the morning.

- I respect that.

- I'll tell you what,
I'm here for three more days,

and I would love
to see you again.

- Me too.

How about we exchange numbers?

- Give me your phone.
I'll text you.

[tense music]

* *

- Hey, they're coming out.

Nice work.

Give me the watch back.

- Okay, stay on her.

- Mm-hmm.

Is that our guy?

- I can smell the air
freshener from here.

There's her payment for
getting Juan Pablo on the hook.

- Okay, light 'em up.

[tires squealing]

[suspenseful music]

- Yo!
[horn honks]

Yo, move!

Yo, get out of the way!

- NYPD.

- Get out of the car.

Now! Come on.

- You've got nothing
on me, bro.

- How about solicitation,
for starters?

- Is that some kind of a joke?

- You know many cops
with a sense of humor?

- I want my lawyer, bro.

- You can tell him to meet you
at the 16th Precinct.

- Okay, so what do we know
about him?

- Constantine Koutris, 38.

Used to own a cell phone store
in Astoria.

- Used to?

- Closed from a fire,
May of '23.

- How much you wanna bet
it was an insurance job?

- Well, based on looks alone,
I wouldn't bet against it.

- And what's
his criminal record?

- A couple of citations
as a juvie, a few mis-d's.

He's a small-timer.
- With his own extortion ring.

I guess we all have our dreams.

- I gotta tell you,
Constantine,

you're looking awfully
relaxed for a guy

facing serious time
for extortion.

- Not to mention blackmail.
- And unlawful surveillance.

- They have a word
for something

like that, don't they?
What am I thinking of?

- Scumbag.
- [snaps]

- That's the one.
- Scumbag.

- Nice try.

- You can attempt
to rattle my client

all you want with this bad cop,
slick lawyer routine.

But the simple fact is,
you've got nothing

substantial on him.
- We got his address.

- Yeah, and the cops are
on the way right now.

- With a warrant
for all his devices.

- And if we find anything,

he's looking
at ten years per count.

- Look, fellas, my house is
my sanctuary, all right?

I'm married.

I would never bring a woman
like Audra to my home.

- Right, so that's why
you met her at your car?

- [sighs]

All I did was give a woman
in need a little bit of cash.

- [laughs]
Yeah?

That's not the story
she's telling.

- Look, I'm not trying
to cause you any trouble.

- Really?
Doesn't feel that way.

So I can just go home,
go to sleep?

- Yeah, as soon as you tell us

how the scam works
from your end.

- Who's us?

Ugh. You?

You're a cop?

- It's nice to see you again,
Audra.

- I thought you were
a married guy from Mexico.

You lied to me.

- Yeah, well,
that's not against the law.

You, on the other hand--
- I don't talk to cops.

- Oh, and I get that.

But the sooner you do,

the sooner
you can get out of here.

- I get paid to go on dates,
get the guy's number

so they can start texting him.

- Is that all?
- That's all.

- And you don't do
any of the communicating?

- It's a compartmentalized
organization.

- Yeah, you're really good
at your job,

I'll give you that.

- Look, the real goal is
just to get their number.

Then some other guy texts them
and gets them to send

compromising pictures
of themselves.

- So every time Constantine
wants to hire you,

does he text?

- Usually, but we go way back.

Sometimes I'll meet him
at Basil's house.

- Basil?

[tense music]

* *

You're in a lot of
trouble here, Audra.

Extortion, for starters.

- Unless you got
an address to that house.

* *

- [sighs]

[pen clatters]

- Mm.

I'll take this to the captain.

- That address checked out?
- Yeah, McMansion in Queens.

Owner on record
is Basil Koutris.

- Maybe they're brothers.

- We didn't find anything
at Constantine's house.

- So hopefully Kelsey's photos

are on a thumb drive
at the brother's place.

- I'm going to get Carisi
started on a warrant.

Go to this McMansion,
pick up the brother

before he has a chance
to make good on his threat.

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Nice place,
if you've got no taste.

- There is a lot of money
in other people's shame.

[doorbell rings]

- Yes?

- We're looking
for Basil Koutris.

- He's not here.
- That doesn't matter.

We got a warrant.

- You know where Basil went?
- He just left for the airport.

- Was this a planned trip?
- How would I know?

I'm his housekeeper.

- You think somebody
tipped him off?

- Did he drive himself?
- Took a QuikRide.

- Okay, get squad cars out

to JFK, Newark,
and LaGuardia airports.

Notify Homeland Security
and Port Authority.

- All right,
I'll call dispatch.

Maybe we can exigent
the QuikRide info.

- Captain, Kelsey's here.
- What's up?

- One of my sources
told me you got him.

Did you?

- Not yet, but we're--
we're very close.

- We got half the force on it.

- What about my video?

- We have warrants

for his phones,
for his computers.

They're searching
that house right now.

- You got Basil?

- The unis pulled him over
heading towards

the JFK departure ramp.

- That son of a bitch
tried to run.

- Anything on him?
- No weapons.

No boarding pass either.

- Yeah, he didn't have time
to book a flight.

- What about his luggage?

- All we found was 85 grand
in cash strapped to his person.

- How's it going, Basil?

- Where are you going
in such a hurry?

- To visit my family in Greece.

- Well, I hope you bought
travel insurance,

'cause you're not
making any flights today.

- Thanks, Fin.

We got him.
- [gasps]

- I'll get started
on the indictments

for both the Koutris brothers.

- If this does go to trial,
you still may have to testify.

- But nobody
will ever see that video?

- No.

- That is all that matters.
- Yes.

[phone buzzes]

Kelsey, what's wrong?

[tense music]

- He sent it.
- What?

[phone rings]

- Lisette, how bad is it?

Who got it?
- Um...

[phones buzzing, ringing]

Everyone.

It arrived in our inboxes
at the same time.

It must have been
a scheduled send.

The head of the
network's on the floor.

You should probably
get back over here ASAP.

I'm so sorry, Kelsey.

- [sniffles]

It's over.

- I am so sorry.

- You never should have
talked me off that roof.

- Kelsey, don't say that.
Don't say that.

- God, what am I gonna do?
- Listen to me.

Listen to me.

We're gonna figure
something out.

- Like what? It's done.

I'm done.

- I might know how
to turn this around.

- Sorry to interrupt,
Counselor,

but there's somebody
Mr. Koutris might wanna see.

- Basil. Vasili!

Hey, Vasi--Vasili!

What's he doing here?
- He tried to run out on you.

- Oh, he didn't tell you?

He took off with 85 grand,
headed to the motherland.

- What are you talking about?

- That kind of money would last
an awful long time in Greece.

- It sounded like he was
planning on staying a while.

- So maybe you wanna have
a conversation,

or should we talk
to your brother first?

- [breathes deeply]

- That's right.

- My brother
would never betray me.

- I hate to break it to you,
Constantine,

but he already did.

- And aside from the cash,

he cleared out
your crypto accounts.

- [speaking Greek]
That son of a bitch.

- Don't listen to them,
Constantine.

They're lying.

- Doesn't sound like
counsel's looking out

for your best interest here.
- Excuse me?

- What are you talking about?
- Who called her for you?

- Better yet,
who's paying for her?

Let me guess, your brother?

- All right,
this interview is over.

- I don't think
she's representing you.

- But we wanna help you,
Constantine.

You still have an opportunity
to make a deal for yourself.

- Why go down
for the whole scam

when you're just doing
your brother's dirty work?

- I said that's enough.

This is highly unprofessional.
- All right. Hey, hey.

Why don't you just
go take a walk, huh?

- But Constantine, they'll--
- Get out!

[tense music]

I said get out.

All right.

You wanna talk, hmm?

[sighs]
I'm ready to listen.

- Basil Koutris,
you are charged

with three counts unlawful
surveillance in the second,

seven counts coercion
in the first,

seven counts grand larceny
in the second.

How do you plead?
- Not guilty.

- People on bail?

- We request remand,
Your Honor.

The defendant was apprehended
attempting to flee the country.

He's got the means and the
motivation to do so again.

- My client had
no prior knowledge

of a warrant for his arrest.

He was on his way
to the airport

for a pre-planned trip.

The timing
was pure coincidence.

- Save it, Counselor.

The people's request
is granted.

Next case.

[cameras clicking]

- That judge sure
doesn't waste any time.

- Serani? No, that's his MO.

Treats every case
like a hemorrhoid.

- Uh, detectives?

- Neil.

- I know we didn't get off
on the right foot,

but I wanted to say thank you.

Those photos of me?

Never saw the light of day.

- Yeah, well,
not everyone was so lucky.

- I know.

I guess I played
a part in that, didn't I?

- I guess you did
the right thing

when it counted.

- Silver lining is,
I got wrongfully

terminated from my old job.

- You did?
- Yeah.

I realized after
Kelsey interviewed me.

- Wait, Kelsey Sommers
interviewed you?

- Yeah, she told me
I was a part of a,

uh, protected class,
a victim of a crime.

So my last employer
couldn't technically fire me,

so I'm suing now.
[chuckles]

- Congratulations.

What's Kelsey
doing interviewing

other victims, anyway?

- I guess
she wasn't fired either.

- It starts innocently enough--

a match on a dating app,
a DM on Instagram.

And you may think
you're too worldly

to become ensnared,
but if you have a heart,

it can be used against you
by criminals

who are experts
in manipulating

our need for human connection,

as this reporter
went undercover

to witness firsthand.

- Undercover, huh?

That your idea?

- I may have had something
to do with it,

but it was Kelsey's idea
to tell her bosses

that she was working
on a story,

and she is playing it
beautifully.

- Big brother taking a plea?

- Oh, even his lawyer
is not reckless enough

to let this go to trial,

not with the evidence
Carisi has.

- Yeah, well, this isn't
doing him any favors.

- From outside
the Manhattan courthouse,

I'm Kelsey Sommers for 1NYC.

- So you really
caught these guys?

- Well, it turns out
that they've been

extorting hundreds of people.

You know, teenagers,
single people, older people.

Anyone vulnerable,

anybody with enough money
to pay them.

- And you're sure these are
the guys behind my case?

- So TARU is still going
through the electronics,

but we did find the video
that was used to extort you,

and we seized, uh,

a significant amount of assets.

- So I get my money back?

- Well, that's gonna take
a little bit of time,

because everything
that we recovered

has to be processed
as evidence,

but, eventually, yes.

And NYPD is gonna
write you a check.

- [laughs]

[soft music]

I've been in limbo for a year,

not able to make a decision
about my future

or what that even looks like.

- Ruby, when you
get your money back,

I think you're gonna be
surprised

at all the options you have.

- Well, after what happened,
it's--

it's hard to believe that.

- Well, don't trust me.

Trust yourself.

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]