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Rough night.

It was the best.

I tried molly for the first time.

Does she go to Alton Academy?

Yeah, very funny.

But not a girl, idiot, the drug.

I've never done it.

Oh, I have. Honestly, it's pretty mid.

Your lies are mid.

This guy's been full of crap

since he signed up for acting class.

Yo, didn't we just see you turn your phone in?

Yeah, douche.

I have a second one.

Yo, you remember that Mathlete chick?

From Ellsworth?

She sent me a picture of her boobs.

- Whoa, let me see. - All right.

Easy, guys. Calm down.

Mr. Sanders.

- Uh... - Who's a douche now?

Hand it over.

Sanders, my office.

All right, who's up next in the catch order?

I am, Captain.

All right, Silva, you're driving.

Where are we headed?

Some kid at Harrington Prep

got caught with an underage nude on his phone,

so let's go.

We got two 16-year-olds exchanging nudes.

It's not exactly a major crime. - Yeah.

And chances are, all we're looking at

is a de minimis violation. - Well, you're right.

I mean, some cases are too small to prosecute,

but I don't think this is one of them.

You got a hunch?

Look, when you showed up at a homicide scene,

at least you had the benefit of a dead body, right?

Uh-huh.

SVU is a more subtle art.

Like I said on the phone,

whoever this girl is sent the nude unsolicited.

So he didn't even know this girl?

Says he met her once.

Excuse me.

This is Headmaster Hobbs.

Ah, okay. Sorry.

All right, so what can you tell us about this kid?

Eli's smart, from a good family.

I've never seen this app before.

It's new.

It's called Ghost Letter,

erases the messages every 12 hours.

I would have been all over that in high school.

His mother just showed.

Well, let's talk to him.

I told you, that girl just sent her nude to me.

You didn't do anything wrong, honey.

Well, your son got caught

with an underage nude on his phone.

This is ridiculous. They're two teenagers.

Half the kids in the school

probably have underage nudes on their phones.

Well, they didn't get caught. Eli did.

Why don't you just talk to this girl then,

tell her not to text my son anymore?

Don't worry, we will.

Eli, what I'm trying to understand,

what I'm trying to wrap my head around,

is why a girl that you hardly know

would send you a photo like this, just out of the blue?

I guess she just thought I was cute at Math League.

Math League?

I didn't even want to do it in the first place.

Looks good on a college application.

All right, well, we'll speak with her, then.

What's the name of this girl?

Leah.

I think she goes to Ellsworth Academy.

Mm-hmm.

Can I have my phone back now?

Don't you mean phones?

- Phones? - Don't worry.

You'll get them both back after we speak with Leah.

OK, Ellsworth's about a 10-minute walk from here.

I don't think we can embarrass the girl at school.

I'll call them and have them

get her parents to pick her up.

And have Bruno meet you there and take her statement.

Oh, where are you headed?

I am going to have TARU see if Eli is telling the truth.

And with any luck,

your de minimis case will be solved by lunch.

A topless selfie of me was sent to a stranger?

Wait, you didn't send it?

- No. - Leah.

Mom, I'm telling the truth.

Why would she send that to some boy she barely knows?

Leah, you obviously took this photo yourself.

You must have sent it to someone.

When did you take it?

Two months ago.

This has been out there for two months?

What were you thinking?

I guess I wasn't.

He asked for it.

Who's the he in that sentence?

Oliver Banks.

We go to the same school.

We don't really talk much in person,

but he reached out on this app, and we started texting.

But after I sent that photo,

he disappeared off of Ghost Letter entirely.

Ghost Letter?

You know it?

It's the same platform used to send your photo

to the kid who got it this morning.

Is it possible Oliver shared it?

Benson said we'd be done with this by lunch.

- So? - She was wrong.

Yo, Oliver.

You know a girl named Leah Hayward?

I mean, she's in my grade.

Uh, why?

She said she sent you this a couple months ago

on an app called Ghost Letter.

You know about that app?

Yeah, but I don't have an account.

Prove it.

See, there's no Ghost Letter.

I wish I could talk to a girl like that,

but there is no way that Leah Hayward

would ever be into a guy like me.

So Leah says that she texted Oliver, a kid in her class

that she had a crush on, at Ellsworth Academy.

The only problem is, Oliver was shocked

that Leah even knew he exists.

The kid never got the photo?

TARU confirmed.

No nude photo of Leah, and no Ghost Letter app

on Oliver's phone.

So we know for a fact that Oliver wasn't

involved in any of this.

So then who sent Leah's photo

to Eli at Harrington Prep this morning?

Maybe there's a simpler explanation.

Like what?

Someone who had access to Leah's phone

sent it without her knowledge.

TARU just got back. They want us there ASAP.

Let's go.

We managed to get into the account

of the Ghost Letter user who posed as Oliver

a few months back. - And?

Whoever this guy is, he's got 60 other Ghost Letter accounts,

all pretending to be a different student

in the Manhattan area.

So all these kids are trading nudes?

With the same guy?

He appears to be using them as bait to get other students

to send nudes back.

It's pretty organized, if you ask me.

What the hell are we looking at?

We're looking at a factory.

We just need to find out who runs it.

Ava Noonan, 16, junior at Whitman Hall.

TARU is working on the rest of their identities.

And I'm working on notifying the parents

of the kids caught up in this.

So how did he trick these kids

into thinking they were texting somebody

that they already knew?

Well, it wouldn't be hard for this perv

to scour their socials.

But why only rich kids?

Only from elite private schools.

All on the Upper East Side.

It's a pretty specific demographic.

So what else do they have in common?

Other than they're all on Ghost Letter

and their rich parents wouldn't hesitate to sue our ass?

Somebody knew enough about each one of these kids

to impersonate them on Ghost Letter.

Find out who.

What do you mean you haven't found who did this yet?

We're working on it, Mrs. Hayward.

So my daughter's underage nude is still out there

for the entire world to see?

Mom, calm down.

This could compromise you getting into college.

Your entire future could be in question.

Mrs. Hayward--

All you ever do is talk about my future.

How about how I feel right now?

You should have thought about that

before you pressed send on a nude of yourself!

We talked about this.

Your father and I warned you.

You've gone full psycho!

Leah, get back here!

Mrs. Hayward.

Let's take a deep breath.

We're going to figure this out.

That photo will be out there forever.

And we're going to try and prevent that.

Do you mind if I talk to her?

Better you than me.

What?

You know, we're just trying to help.

If you want to help so bad, then you can make sure

those pictures of me don't end up anywhere else.

I'm sorry, I can't do that.

Can I?

I thought I was talking to a boy that I liked.

Then a stranger saw my breasts.

I know, this is hard.

But if it makes you feel any better,

you weren't the only one who got fooled.

How many other kids were tricked into sending nudes?

A lot.

And they're all smart, just like you.

Can I show you a picture of someone?

Does he look familiar at all?

Um, yeah.

He goes to Harrington Prep. - Uh-huh.

I sat next to him at a math competition last week.

Well, he's the one who got your photo yesterday.

Don't worry, we already deleted it off his phone.

Who sent it to him?

My guess is

probably the guy who pretended to be Oliver

two months ago on Ghost Letter.

Why would some pervert send my nudes

to a guy I know from Math League?

Because he asked for a photo in exchange.

That guy wanted the kid from Math League

to send a nude of himself in return?

That's what it's looking like.

Hey, look, I know you and the boy

who got your photo yesterday both go to separate schools,

but you do have Math League in common.

So is there anything else that you can think of?

A mutual friend, a coach, a tutor?

We have the same college admissions advisor.

What's your advisor's name?

Adam Parker. Yeah, that's him.

- How much you know about him? - I mean, he--

He's the most sought-after admissions advisor

on the Upper East Side.

Adam wouldn't hurt anyone.

Well, even if he would, Adam makes $400 an hour.

Why the hell would he get wrapped up

in something like this?

Well, at this point, we're just looking

for connections, Mr. Banks.

My older daughter wouldn't have

gotten into Brown without him.

Yeah, well, sometimes people aren't who you think they are.

Yeah, that's him.

Adam Parker.

Costs an arm and a leg, but he's the best there is.

And you say you've only used him for one session so far?

Ever since Eli heard of him.

I checked his references.

Guidance counselor swears by him.

Eli, did you and Adam ever discuss your personal life?

Well, he said he needed to know more about me,

that it would help zero in

on what my essay should be about.

He's not the strongest writer.

Thanks a lot, Mom.

So this college admissions advisor was pretending

to be different high school kids?

Adam Parker, 38.

This guy's no joke. He's some kind of genius.

He's got his PhD in computational finance

from Stanford.

He built himself a hell of a business since.

Only problem is, he's pretty successful

at his second job, too.

Yeah, perving on minors.

Do we know what he was doing with these photos?

Not yet.

That's why we called you, Counselor.

Do we have enough for a warrant?

He's the only common denominator

for every kid that was targeted?

Some countries, that's enough

to put you in front of a firing squad.

Be a hell of a lot cheaper than a trial.

This is a big case. Nice work.

Pick him up. - All right.

Adam Parker?

Clear.

Hands up!

Hands up.

Get up.

He touch anything?

Yeah, he closed out of some email account.

- I want a lawyer. - I hope you saved some money,

cause you're going to need a good one.

Velasco, grab that laptop. - I'll do it.

We verify his identity?

I sent the female vic a photo via text,

and she confirmed that it's Adam Parker.

Currently, his only profession

is college admissions counselor for the children

of Manhattan's elite.

His side hustle is child pornographer.

But you didn't find any actual kiddie porn

in his house?

TARU's going through his electronics,

but he must know we're going to find something.

Why else would she ask for a sit-down?

Well, so Celeste Palmer isn't cheap.

This guy didn't agree to talk to us just to plead guilty.

This guy thinks he's slick.

He smiled when we cuffed him.

My guess, this guy thinks he can play us.

Then it's game time for you, Counselor.

Let's get started, shall we?

So, how does all this work?

How does all this work?

Well, you tell us why you lured dozens of high school students

into sending incriminating photos of themselves,

what you did with them, and then we try

to put you in prison for as long as possible.

We're here to cooperate, Captain.

Then let's hear it.

Well, I may be an opportunist...

But I'm no pedophile.

You impersonated someone that these kids knew online,

and then you lured them into sending you

nudes of themselves.

Which you did what with, exactly?

We already know that you gathered details

about the kids' personal lives after you pretended

to help them with their essays.

- I wasn't pretending. - Mm.

Now, I'm assuming you saw my website.

It's a bold claim, 100% success rate

getting kids into top-tier schools.

One thing I never lie about is stats.

I get results.

Speaking of which, we have something concrete to offer.

After what he did?

That depends on what we're talking about here.

My client is not the type of criminal you're looking for.

Like I said, I'm no pedophile.

Well, if you're trying to frame this as anything

other than what it is, a class D felony,

that's not going to fly with my boss.

My client can give you a large group of pedophiles.

We're talking about the buyers of the images

he culled over the years.

So you sold them.

How many pedos are we talking about here?

- 50. - 50?

Well, why would we make a deal with you

when TARU can get us those same buyers

through his computer, which you were

no doubt trying to delete when my detectives

broke down your door?

- Not quite, Captain. - Let me handle this.

The mail server he used can only be

decrypted using a private key.

Not even your techs can crack it.

- OK, I'm listening. - I'm not.

Your client sold these pictures internationally,

is that correct?

No one's denying that.

Well, then it's not our deal to make.

This is for the Feds, or maybe even Interpol.

Liv.

Do you want to give the Eighth Floor

50 pedophiles or not, Mr. Carisi?

Give me a minute.

You already on the phone with the Feds?

Yes.

May I please speak with Special Agent in Charge Harrison Clay?

Liv, hang up the phone.

Liv, listen to me.

Hear me out, please.

Carisi, are you trying to prove to Baxter

that you're back to your regular self?

Is that what this is about?

Liv, we make deals all the time.

What is so different about this one?

Because parents entrusted their children to this guy.

Yeah, and I understand your point,

but you're not even trying to understand mine.

This guy is a scumbag.

And who knows how far this case sprawls?

And the fact of the matter is that we should be looping in

the Feds and Interpol right now.

We will, but this is just one man, Liv.

And right now, we have an opportunity

to take down an entire ring of pedophiles.

Is this some sick version of a trolley car problem?

I'm not talking about this guy walking free,

no repercussions whatsoever.

Well, good, because that's not going to happen.

Liv, if offering him some kind of limited plea

gets us a chance to get all the photos of these kids back,

then we should do it.

Who knows what else these 50 guys are going to be guilty of?

OK.

OK, I get it.

You want to make a deal with the devil.

If it gets me 50 devils, yeah, I do.

Good, OK. Well, I don't have to like it.

I'm sure you guys heard all of that,

so I suggest you go home and get some sleep,

because first thing tomorrow, it's all hands on deck.

- Captain? - Hey.

Someone here to see you.

Leah.

The officer said that Detective Silva

was in a meeting.

Yeah, she's working hard on your case.

- I hope I'm not bothering you. - No, not at all.

Come on in.

- Please. - Thanks.

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

I haven't--

I didn't sleep at all last night.

Let's talk in here.

So it turns out that this case has become

much bigger than we anticipated.

Bigger?

How?

There are a lot of photos still out there,

and not just yours.

I've never done anything like this before.

Mm.

Up until last year, I used to be a bit overweight.

OK.

And so then I was always really shy around guys.

And then I started getting all of this attention.

And that must have been confusing, huh?

Then...

Oliver sat next to me in class,

and he seemed safe.

Well, according to my detectives, he is.

Well, he's also shy,

which is why I reached out to him on that app.

Yeah, I'm not going to tell you to-- to stay off

your phone, but talking to people in person,

that's a much better way of seeing who they really are.

Listen up.

The DA and the Feds have made a deal with Adam Parker.

- But he's going to do time? - There's no hard number yet.

It's contingent on him delivering.

So what are we getting from this guy?

We are going to get access to the buyers

on his encrypted mail account.

And hopefully, all of the victim's images back.

So what's the plan?

We lure these buyers into a meeting using the same photos

that we already have in evidence?

And victimize these kids even more?

Well, we're going to have to incentivize these guys somehow.

So that's why we need to set up a sting.

I want you to reach out to these guys

and let them think that there's an actual...

boy or girl in a hotel in Midtown.

Well, who's going to pose as the bait?

You are, Silva.

OK, well, the buyers are used to talking to him.

So how am I going to lure these guys in?

Adam's going to handle the language.

And we're sure we can trust him?

Well, we don't have a choice.

We made a deal, didn't we, Carisi?

Come on. Let's go catch some pedophiles.

"I'm talking real girls."

We've got 12 guys signed on.

OK, I know this guy.

He likes them young.

Tell him 14.

14.

Got him. Let's go to the next guy.

That's another one.

Not safe for work?

He's in Chicago.

Middle of his work day, he'll get back later.

Next.

Keep going.

Carisi, it's been eight hours.

How many pedos do you have on the hook?

- We got five. - Five.

- So far. - OK.

What if this guy is playing us?

He's not.

Well, he's pretty smart, and he's calculated.

We have 50 confirmed buyers.

Some of these guys, they live in other states,

so this is just going to take some time.

Time that we don't have.

I got a girl who's worried about her photos

being out there, and she wants to know that they're not going

to be sent to anyone else.

Liv, I respect what you're saying.

Of course I do.

And I am doing everything that I can for your victim.

I would choose one victim over five perps

any day of the week.

So if your perp wants to earn his plea deal,

he's going to have to deliver a whole lot more.

Mr. Parker, you did not come through for us.

I told you, getting these guys to commit

could take a while.

We've been at this all day. We only have five meets set up?

I made no guarantees on the time frame.

- Where you going? - Let me do the talking.

There's nothing to talk about.

The Captain's right.

Now I've got to go call my boss.

I've got to tell him that you didn't deliver.

Wait.

I gave you access to my buyers, the encrypted account.

But I can give you the spot I found them online.

The guys that I sell to, they only like teens, right?

But the ones in the place that I'm talking about,

they like to hurt kids.

Where do we find them?

Uh, Wish Crafter.

Never heard of that.

I'm not surprised.

It's an online platform where users

can create, share, and play games made by other users.

Just get to the point.

You want sickos, I can give you

the environment they created for themselves to hunt kids.

How many so far?

We got 30 guys coming to the Baronet Hotel tomorrow.

All right, keep going. I promised Benson 50.

I'm going to bring 'em 50.

Got another one.

He thinks he's meeting a 13-year-old

tomorrow in the 2:15 slot.

I got another one on the hook.

All right, reel them in.

Good.

Yeah, but there's something off.

What do you mean?

Bring him up.

I think he's really a kid.

Not according to TARU.

E-mail into the account puts his age at 32.

Nice work.

You still here? Come on, let's go.

Oh, it's that kid, Matthew.

You mean that pedophile pretending to be a kid?

It's just, he sounds so young.

He's 32.

He's just working you, Silva.

Did he confirm meeting at the Baronet?

Yeah.

- OK. - Tomorrow at 4:00.

Carisi is going to need to show intent.

Did you ask him to bring alcohol?

Condoms?

There, I asked.

OK, good. He confirmed.

We're all set.

What's a condom?

Wow.

He's really testing your innocence.

So, uh, what do I tell him?

Where to buy them.

Tomorrow's going to be a long day for you, Silva.

Well, yeah, all I've got to do is sound like I'm 14.

Come on in. Just give me a sec.

Haley?

- Simon, right? - Yeah.

Uh, I'll be right out there.

I just got out of the shower.

And you didn't forget to bring the condoms, right?

No.

- Shows intent. - Let's go.

- Hands up. - What the hell?

- Turn around. - Search him.

What is this?

- Got him, Sarge. - You're under arrest.

Take him.

I'll be right out!

I got you some presents.

Get up.

- It's not what it looks like. - Yeah?

What's with the gift? - And what are these for?

You're under arrest.

This is entrapment!

Tell that to your lawyer.

Come on.

Not a bad day's work.

Real work's just getting started.

Now we got to process all these guys.

Is that your 32-year-old pedo with the lizard character?

Amy, it's Matthew!

Sorry I'm late. I took the wrong bus.

But I brought everything you asked.

Sarge, do we really have to?

Carisi put his ass on the line with the DA.

We have 49 arrests.

We got to go by the book with all of them.

- Matthew? - Amy?

Amy, is that you?

Yeah.

Oh, it's so good to meet you!

I wanted to show you my Gila Monster shirt.

Do you like it?

Are these your friends?

Uh, what's in your bag?

Oh.

Condoms.

I asked the guy behind the counter at the deli.

I did what you asked. Did I do good?

You did, Matthew.

Do you want to play Wish Crafter?

Maybe later, but right now, my friends need to talk to you.

What? What?

But my mom's going to be so mad at me,

and I need to be home before 8:00.

Where are you taking me?

Amy, I'm scared!

I want my mom! Can I call my mom?

We'll call her for you!

You both saw him.

Silva, we're on your side here.

We're not going to really get him processed, are we?

We don't want to do this any more than you do,

but the way it looks, he showed up.

He knocked on the door.

Brought condoms.

It shows intent.

Cut him loose now,

a good defense attorney will have all our arrests

thrown out for entrapment.

Officer Chilton.

Can I help you, Detective?

Yeah.

Matthew Daly, where's he going?

It's getting late.

Probably not going to arraign him till tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

He'll be in the holding cell overnight

with the rest of these guys.

Uh, yeah, is there any way to stop that?

It's above my pay grade, but,

if you don't mind my saying, 50 pedos in one sting?

Good job, Detective.

Silva, you're here early.

Captain, I need your help.

What-- what's going on?

One of the suspects that we arrested

last night in that sting--

You mean one of Carisi's 50 pedos?

It seemed that way, but--

OK. What? What happened?

Matthew Daly is what happened.

He's special needs, and I think

I might have worked him a little too hard.

How so?

I talked him into bringing condoms.

- Did he? - Yeah.

That is a problem.

Captain, please. Read his file.

He's not who we're looking for.

- I'm assuming you're happy. - Actually, yeah.

You know, I haven't felt this good in a long time.

So you delivered your 50 cases to Baxter?

The only problem is, now I got to prepare 50 arraignments.

How would you feel about making it 49?

What, is this about the--

the arrest Silva has a problem with?

Well, his name is Matthew Daly,

and evidently, he sobbed

through his entire booking process.

All right, what do you want me to do about it?

Well, for starters, how about you look up from your paperwork

and look at me?

According to his medical file,

Matthew Daly has the cognition of a fifth grader.

Well, this guy showed up with condoms

to a hotel room where he thought

he was meeting a 14-year-old girl.

On the Eighth Floor, they call that intent.

His only intent was to make a friend

in his favorite online world,

and he thought he found that friend in Silva.

Maybe, but this is the real world,

and there's real-world consequences.

He's going to have a lawyer.

He can plead not guilty at the arraignment.

Carisi, when this started,

Silva thought this case of yours,

which has blossomed into 50 arrests,

was a de minimis case, a case so insignificant

that we shouldn't even concern ourselves with it.

Matthew Daly is the real de minimis case.

Are you lecturing me about the law now, in my own office?

I think the real question

is what are we going to do about it?

Mr. Krieger, on the charge of attempted rape two,

how do you plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

People on bail?

We request 25,000, Your Honor.

My client has no priors.

25,000, granted.

Next case.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

People on bail?

25,0000 again, Your Honor.

25,000, granted.

Next case.

Matthew Daly, also charged with

attempted rape in the second degree.

Mister...

Over here, buddy. Over here.

Mr. Daly, how do you plead?

I-- I--

I didn't do anything bad.

Not guilty, Your Honor.

People on bail?

25,000, Your Honor.

25,000, granted.

Next case.

Still paying your penance?

Uh, yeah, I guess.

No one said self-flagellation was going to be easy.

The sarge never should have made me arrest that kid.

Well, maybe he did you a favor.

Sooner or later, you were bound to learn

the difference between Homicide and Special Victims.

Arresting an innocent man?

When you were in Homicide,

all your victims probably had chalk outlines around them.

Here, they still have a pulse.

Amy, what are you doing here?

Uh, I came to see you.

Oh, this is my mom. Her name is Fran.

Oh, Matthew, this is my friend, Detective Bruno.

Matthew, honey, why don't you go wait for me

over by the elevator, OK?

- OK. - Come on, I'll walk you over.

- Bye, Amy. - Bye.

I'm really sorry about all of this.

My son is 32 years old.

He's never spent a night away from me in his entire life.

He can't go to jail.

Mrs. Daly, I'm going to fix this.

How?

I don't know, but I will.

This is wrong. This guy can't go to prison.

Silva.

You should see that sad-sack public defender he has.

That guy looks like he just graduated from law school.

Silva, quit while you're ahead.

I will take care of it.

You already talk to Carisi?

You're just going to have to trust me, aren't you?

Benson, you're here again.

And I don't want to be.

But as you know, Matthew Daly was arraigned,

and the bail was set at a number

that his mother can't remotely afford.

Carisi, this case needs to be dismissed.

We're about to have another one of our arguments?

No, but I just came by to tell you

that I am going to talk to Baxter.

- Professional courtesy, huh? - Something like that.

Well, explain to me, what's courteous about you

going around me to my boss to get my case dismissed?

If I have to do this alone, I will.

But I'd like you to come with me.

Thank you.

Hey, Liv. You heard Baxter's assistant.

He went home for the day. - Yes, five minutes ago.

He can't be far. - What?

We're going to ambush the DA in a parking garage?

If that's what it takes.

Liv, this is not how you ask my boss for a favor.

Look, Baxter and I have our own relationship, OK?

He owes me.

We need to talk.

Captain, you could have just stopped by my office.

Yeah, I tried to tell her that.

- I'm sorry for the intrusion. - What's up?

I wanted to talk to you about reconsidering the charges

against one of the guys that we caught in the sting yesterday,

Matthew Daly.

I may have heard something about it.

- And? - It's a serious case,

attempted rape in the second degree.

- I know. - Not to mention

endangering the welfare of a child.

And at the same time, justice is about being fair.

And I would hardly call the arrest of Matthew Daly

fair, exactly.

You know, a lot of people on the Eighth Floor

talk about you. - What do they say?

That you're a pain in the ass.

You get personally invested in each and every case.

And they think the courts are no place for emotion.

Well, if you can separate justice from emotion,

I'd like to see you try.

You think he's innocent, Counselor?

Enough to go to the judge,

ask him to be merciful, not punitive.

OK, here's what I'll do.

When I get back to my desk,

I'll personally look over the case file.

Or you could just read it on the way there.

Captain, where have you been?

Falling on my sword in front of Baxter.

- The DA? - Yeah, Fin.

Believe it or not, I have friends other than you.

Silva, my office. - Uh-oh.

Called into the principal's office.

- Yeah, guess so. - What'd you do?

My job.

I told you, switching from Homicide to SVU,

you must be a glutton for punishment.

I got the DA to drop the Daly case.

You did?

I told you I would, and I did.

A thank you would be nice.

- Thank you, Captain. - You're welcome.

I'm going to let Matthew and his mother know.

OK. And thank you.

Me, for what?

For reminding me what a de minimis violation

really looks like.

Ah, now get out of my office, because this is Carisi.

Yeah.

- So that's it? - Mm-hmm.

It's over?

Yeah, there won't be anything on his record,

and it'll be like it never, ever happened.

Thank you.

Matthew. - Yes, Mom.

You better get over here and say thank you to Amy.

Thank you so much, Amy.

Yeah.

I just made myself a wood elf in "Skyrim."

Wow, that's great.

Would you like to come play sometime?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Oh my gosh, Amy, yes, thank you so much.

Thank you.

How'd that go?

Great, except, uh,

now I have to learn how to play something called "Skyrim."

I'll teach you.

Yeah?

I didn't know you were a video game type of guy.

Not anymore.

Too addictive.

So those photos of me won't get out there?

We tracked down every single member

who had access to Adam Parker's encrypted email accounts,

and it turns out that they only traded the photos

among themselves in a draft form,

which means they never even went out over the wire.

So you can guarantee

that this is going to never come back and haunt me?

Well, I can't guarantee anything

because of the type of people that we're dealing with.

But the good news is you've got your whole life ahead of you

and you'll probably make more mistakes.

But that's OK, because that's how we learn.

Well, I'm never going to send another nude picture of me

like that again.

You know, one thing I've realized as I've gotten older--

it's not the mistakes that define us.

It's the choices that we make afterward that do.

Thank you.

You take care of yourself.