They were gonna shoot me.
I was minding my own business.
What were you doing in the bar, Hector?
Trying to get drunk.
I was locked up for three days.
I wasn't looking for trouble, I swear.
What did they want?
They must've been following me.
I was having a few beers and they put a gun to my head and demanded to know who killed Kanann and Shala.
I said it wasn't me.
I didn't hurt them.
You let it happen.
You let those girls get raped.
You let Shala and Kanann die.
- They had...
- You did that.
- They had a gun on me.
- And until you tell us who else is involved, this is not going away.
Hector's lawyer is here.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
You can't talk to my client.
- He's a victim in a crime.
- Yes, a victim who's also facing a double murder charge.
He was just telling me what happened in the bar.
- Nothing more.
- He's done talking.
Okay. That's your choice.
- And a stupid one, at that.
- Excuse me?
It's obvious he wants to cooperate.
Hector has a rock solid alibi that his wife will corroborate.
- You've got the wrong guy, here.
- So the witness who picked him
- out of a lineup...
- Is now in a refugee camp,
- somewhere in Turkey.
- And that doesn't mean that his ID isn't valid.
I have a client to defend, and as of right now, the state doesn't have enough evidence to convict.
So if you'll excuse me, I'd like to take Hector to the hospital.
Unless, of course, you wanna arrest him for being held hostage.
What are we looking at? One dead?
- One of the hostage takers.
- What do we know about 'em?
The deceased is Aakif Ahmadi.
He's , he's a local business owner.
And the other is Daleel Hamdan.
He's a student at CUNY Tech.
Neither one had a record.
Neither has ties to terrorist activity.
As far as we can tell, it was personal.
Daleel said they were fed up with the slurs and hatred.
They just wanted to get justice for the Samras.
They held Hector at gunpoint and they demanded that he reveal his co-conspirators.
- Did he?
His lawyer has him convinced he's innocent.
So, look, the wife is backing up his alibi.
So we need to talk to her and see if we can crack her story.
Do it fast. This needs to end... before somebody else gets killed.
It's your fault. You arrested Hector.
Made people think he had something to do with that horrible crime at the restaurant.
That's why they wanted to hurt him.
That's why everyone hates us.
No, they hate Hector because he was there.
He was in the restaurant the night of the attack.
Says the evidence.
You don't know what it's like.
I can't leave the apartment.
I can't take the kids outside.
So work with us, Soledad.
You and Hector.
We can keep you safe.
We can keep your kids safe.
Hector didn't do what you say he did.
- He was home with me.
- This is not
what's best for your children.
You threatening to call social services again?
Soledad, all right, if you get on the stand, and you lie for your husband, that's perjury.
- That's a crime.
- Which means you could be in trouble.
Which means there's no one here to look after your kids.
Stop talking about my kids.
There's no other way around it.
You are in a serious situation here.
Get out. Get out.
Please get out.
Ignorance, not immigrants!
NYPD needs to protect all citizens.
How many more innocent Muslims have to die before NYPD does its job?
We knew the man who got shot, Aakif.
I'm so sorry.
Why did this have to happen?
It got out of control.
And he did have a gun.
Maybe he should have killed Hector.
Then we wouldn't know who the other two men are.
We need to put pressure on Hector to cooperate.
And that means that we need proof.
We need evidence.
So is there any detail? Is there anything that you can think of?
Anything you can remember that puts Hector at the restaurant that night?
I didn't know it was him.
I didn't recognize his voice.
One of them, when they first came in, he had turned off the security camera at the front door.
But he went to it straight away, like he knew it was there.
So it could've been Hector.
Yes. Maybe it was him.
That's... that's helpful.
That's very helpful.
We did find Hector Ramirez's prints on the security camera.
Useless. He worked in the restaurant.
Yeah, but he was let go three weeks before the attack.
Yeah, and he was a bus boy.
He cleared tables.
He wasn't in charge of security.
Yes, yes, yes. It's weak evidence.
Okay, we know. We all understand.
Let's... let's calm down.
[sighs] What about the wife?
- She's illegal, right?
Let's call ICE.
Hold on. Are we gonna help ICE now deport a woman with two little kids?
I don't know, but we're certainly gonna threaten it.
You do remember that New York is a sanctuary city?
- You remember that, right?
- She's lying to protect a suspect involved in a horrific crime.
Two people were raped, two people were killed.
The mother and wife was forced to watch, to listen.
So call me crazy, Detective.
But in the case of a tie, my sympathy is with Maya and Lela, not with the wife of the perp.
- You're right, Carisi.
That is NYPD's policy.
Absolutely, we all agree on that.
But this is different.
I'm not a shill for the Feds and I certainly don't give a damn about immigration status.
But right now, what's happening in this city right now, we need to play every card in the deck.
So bring in Soledad and her kids, too.
- It's late,
- her kids are asleep.
My children are U.S. citizens.
I have their birth certificates to prove it.
And I realize that. They're safe.
But you're undocumented, Soledad.
If we call ICE, game's over.
I work, I pay taxes, I've never broken the law.
You're breaking the law right now by lying
- to protect your husband.
- He didn't kill anybody.
He didn't rape anybody.
You don't have any evidence on him.
Is that what his lawyer told you?
- It's the truth.
- Soledad... those two beautiful girls are worth protecting.
They're young, they're innocent, they have their whole lives ahead of them.
But your husband is a different story.
You cannot protect him.
Now, I'm gonna give you one more chance to tell me the truth.
Or else I'm gonna have to do something that...
[sighs] That I've never done before.
And that's to call ICE.
They're gonna send you back to El Salvador.
And your daughters will go to social services.
Listen to me.
I don't wanna do this.
Please give me another option.
This is Lieutenant Benson from SVU.
I'm calling for Special Agent Phelps.
Yes, I'll hold.
- Phelps, this is Lieutenant Benson from SVU.
I had an undocumented female from El Salvador who's refusing to cooperate in a rape/homicide case.
I'll send an agent right over.
Can you hold on a second?
I'll tell you the truth.
Hector wasn't home. Not until late.
He woke me up at : a.m.
He had blood on his shoes.
Please, just let me see my kids.
I'll tell you everything.
- She can see her kids.
Yes, the situation has resolved itself.
Thank you. I owe you one.
Were you really gonna go through with it?
Have ICE come snatch her up?
She just boxed Hector into a corner.
So he has no choice than to take a deal.
Go pick him up.
Your wife blew up your alibi.
She said you came home around : a.m.
and you had blood on your shoes.
That incriminates you, Hector.
That puts you at the scene.
You're going down for murder and rape.
With a hate crime kicker. That's life.
Give us the names of your accomplices.
We need time to talk about this.
- We can't...
They'll deport Soledad.
I can't have my kids growing up in foster care.
Hector, look at me.
If you cooperate, you agree to testify, I promise you, your wife and kids will be safe.
I was drinking with these two guys I know from another job.
Mitch Jenkins and Stevie Cole.
Okay, go on.
I was pissed about being fired.
And they wanted to mess with the Samras.
We were gonna trash the place, you know?
Yeah, send a message.
But then, Kanann fought back.
They kicked him, stabbed him.
Then they went after Lela and Shala.
I wanted the money.
I didn't want what happened.
Things got out of control, man.
Where do these two guys live?
Mitch is in New Brunswick.
Stevie lives in Queens.
NYPD, we're looking for a Stevie Cole.
- Stevie's not here.
- Oh, yeah? Well, we're gonna
- take a look for ourselves.
- You got a warrant?
We don't need one. Unless you guys wanna go to jail for interfering in a murder investigation.
- Murder? What?
- Yeah, your buddy Stevie, he's a suspect in a double homicide.
I don't want anything to do with that.
- Stevie Cole?
- Put your hands
- where I can see 'em.
- What the hell?
You did the right thing.
Mitchell Jenkins, you're under arrest for the rape and murder of Shala Samra and the murder of Kanann Samra.
You have the right to remain silent.
He's being framed by that lying Mexican!
- Please remain calm.
- Keep your voice down.
- Call a lawyer!
- Go online! Find somebody!
- What's happening?
You've got the wrong man.
My husband didn't do this!
- Let him go! Let me go!
- Sit down. Stop!
- Hey, honey, it's okay.
It's all right, okay?
You want your kid to see you like this?
Now I'm gonna let you go.
You take care of your son.
You did this, Stevie. You.
No, I don't know what you're talking about.
- Where were you Friday night?
- I don't have to answer that.
No, but you might wanna start thinking about helping yourself out here.
We know you're guilty.
We're gonna find DNA.
We're gonna find your prints.
- But you haven't.
- Well, we will.
And the truth is, we don't need to since Hector gave your ass up.
You're going down either way.
Because some stupid beaner told you I was there that night?
Stupid? No, Stevie, he's out in front of this.
He's cutting a deal.
So why don't you smarten up and tell us something that makes us like you a little more.
I didn't do it.
Okay, I couldn't have done that.
That's not who I am.
So why don't you tell us who you really are?
I want a lawyer.
We know you went over there to help your buddy get his back pay, right?
Things got out of hand.
You got drunk, right?
Drinking tequila all night.
- So what?
- So what?
What else you do?
You smoke a little meth?
One of the women that you assaulted, she remembers smelling tequila on your breath.
Juries love that kind of detail.
Well, then, she must've been talking about Hector.
I mean, Mexicans love tequila.
Just ask the President.
Oh, now I get it. Okay.
So you're on his side, right?
Better to stick it to whitey instead of one of your little amigos?
Oh, I don't know. I wanna stick it to all three of you.
See, but I'm gonna be honest with you right now.
I'm taking particular interest in you.
So have at it.
You were drinking tequila, you were smoking meth. What else?
You're putting words in my mouth.
Okay, well, one of the women that you and your buddy raped, she survived.
And she remembers what you smelled like, exactly how your voice sounded like.
Then tell that stupid Muslim bitch, with her little head scarf, to get on the stand and convince red-blooded Americans
- she's telling the truth.
- Yeah, that's exactly
- what we plan to do.
- I didn't do it.
But to be honest, I wish I did.
Because those terrorists deserve whatever they get.
Just ask my cousin Susan. Hmm?
Her husband got blown away on / .
These towelhead bastards wanna kill us all.
- Don't you get it?
- No, I don't.
See, that's the problem.
People like you.
Stupid, white liberals.
Get me a lawyer, bitch.
- What'd you say?
- Hey, hey, hey.
You wanna say that again?
You know what?
We'll see you in court, Mitch.
You're being indicted, first thing tomorrow.
You've waived immunity for your testimony here today?
- You also pled guilty
- to a crime?
I pled guilty to murder in the second degree.
Any promises made to you, in regards to your sentence?
Tell the jury what happened on the night of April th.
Me and two other men...
Mitchell Jenkins and Steven Cole... broke into the Samra restaurant, tied the family up, robbed the register, trashed the place.
Then the owner, Kanann, started yelling.
Mitch kicked him, then picked up a knife and stabbed him in the stomach.
Mitch raped Shala.
Stevie raped Lela.
But then Shala started screaming.
And Mitch smashed her head against the floor.
And she died.
The grand jury just handed down an indictment for rape, kidnapping, and murder against Mitchell Jenkins and Steven Cole.
We will do everything in our power to convict these men and to impose the maximum punishment possible.
Thank you. [Crowd shouting]
Well, we got our work cut out for us.
I'm ready. [Gunshots]
Oh! Down! Everyone, get down!
Move! Move, move, move!
Move, move, move, move, move!
He's a servant!
He's scum! He's scum, he's dirty!
Hector was shot.
Son of a bitch!
[distant siren wailing]
Look, all they said is that the bullet nicked his aorta.
He's in surgery, but it's bad.
I know. I'll call you as soon as I hear anything.
- What'd Barba say?
- He said that
he needs Hector Ramirez alive.
And I need a beach house in the Hamptons.
Okay, so we've got some more information on the shooter.
- Okay, who is he?
- Keith Skinner, he's .
He's unemployed; he went to high school with Stevie Cole.
Did Mitch or Stevie set this up?
We don't know that yet, but all he's told us so far is that he's an American patriot and the towelheads and spics are part of a conspiracy to eradicate the white race.
I know, I think that even the Aryan Brotherhood would deny this guy's application.
- Lieutenant Benson?
We did everything we could, but Hector Ramirez didn't make it.
He was our only witness.
Okay. So we go back in and we keep digging.
Somehow, some way, we need to put those two punks in the vicinity Friday night.
- I'll call Barba.
- Copy that, Lieutenant.
[elevator bell dings]
Where's Hector? Where is he?
Where is he?
I got here as soon as I heard.
Soledad, Soledad. I'm so sorry.
Hector didn't make it.
This is your fault!
- You made him a target!
- You made me betray him!
- It's okay, it's okay.
I can't believe he's dead.
No. He didn't deserve this.
Oh, mami. Oy.
- Mrs. Jenkins.
- Like I told you on the phone,
- I got nothing else to say.
- Well, we just wanna chat with you for a few minutes.
Hope that's okay.
Thank you for coming in, Carleen.
We appreciate it. I know this has been tough for you.
Mitch's lawyer says I don't have to talk to you.
You don't, but I met your son.
His name is Tyler, right?
What does that have to do with anything?
You need to be careful about what you say, Carleen.
Are you really threatening my kid?
You keep lying to protect your husband Mitch, it's not gonna be good for your son.
Mitch was with me at home all Friday night.
- That's the truth.
- Come on, Carleen.
You really expect us to believe that?
You don't think that we're gonna find evidence that shows that that's a lie?
Mitch's phone, his footprints, his DNA.
If you lie in court to help Mitch and he goes down for murder, you go away for perjury.
Who is gonna be there to take care of your boy?
I'm not lying. And you leave my boy out of this!
I am trying to help your son.
I also know you and Mitch have your problems.
You get in arguments, you get in fights.
You've called the cops four times in the last two years.
And you dropped the charges.
I understand that.
I get it. You know Mitch is dangerous.
I'm giving you a chance to save yourself, Carleen.
And more importantly, your son.
You don't give a damn about my son.
Because he's not an immigrant or a queer
or a trans... whatever the hell they're called.
He's just a regular, old white kid,which, for some reason,is now a curse.
Nobody cares about him or me.
It's like we just don't matter anymore.
Ask me, that's why we're in[/i[i]this mess in the first place.
All that hate.
What's happening to this country?
It's like all of a sudden, people feel free to say all the horrible things they're thinking out loud.
No common decency.
People have always felt this way.
Now they just feel empowered.
They have permission.
Look, I get it. But can you really blame Carleen?
She's angry, she's frustrated.
She's married to a rapist murderer who clearly intimidated her into covering for him.
Uh, well, she's certainly playing the role
- of the dutiful wife.
- You mean
- the dutiful abuse victim.
- Either way,
she's backing up her husband's alibi.
We have to prove she's lying.
We're all over it. Trust me.
This is New York City.
Somebody or some thing had to see those three men Friday night.
I already have my guys are canvassing the neighborhood.
They're gonna find something.
We hit up every local business in the neighborhood again.
Finally caught a break.
A deli three blocks away from the Samra restaurant.
That's definitely Mitch Jenkins and Stevie Cole.
The timestamp says : p.m. Friday.
That's minutes after the unis responded to the Samra's crime scene.
It does put a dent in Mitch's alibi.
'Cause his wife says that he was home with her all night.
Yeah, but we're gonna have to give this to the defense.
And they're just gonna adjust the timeline of the alibi.
Okay. So, Barba, this is where we are.
- We need more.
- I can't take this to trial.
- We'll get blown up.
- Okay, what about
Hector's grand jury testimony?
I already tried with the judge.
Maya. What's going on?
I recognize the faces of our attackers.
I know who they are.
Mitch Jenkins and Stevie Cole, the men you indicted.
You said you didn't see their faces.
I could not tell you before.
I was afraid. They said that they would come back, that they would kill me and Lela.
But now that they're in jail, I am not afraid.
And it was them. I am positive.
And I want to testify in court.
Okay, so you actually saw the faces of both those men?
- Steve Cole and Mitch Jenkins.
But at first you said they were wearing masks.
I know and I am so sorry.
I have been struggling with this since that horrible night.
Can you be a little bit more specific?
When they left, they looked me right in the eye and they said, "If you tell anyone", "we will murder your other daughter and we will kill you too."
So were they ever wearing masks?
- What do you mean?
- Did you see their faces the whole time?
Or just for a few seconds?
They were wearing masks most of the time and then they took them off for a few seconds.
When they threatened me.
Did Lela see their faces as well?
No. It was just me.
I don't care anymore.
Saying nothing isn't helping.
I just want to tell the truth.
And I want to put these men in prison.
Okay. As long as this is the truth.
This is the truth.
She's been through hell.
They're filled with rage.
They're doing what they think is right.
What does that mean?
It means I believe that Maya believes she saw the faces of the two perps.
Do you think that she's telling the truth?
- Yes or no.
- It's not my job to think or to guess.
It's my job to present evidence that I believe is credible.
And since we don't have any proof that Maya is lying, it's credible.
So you're gonna put her on the stand.
We both know that victims and witnesses, they change their stories, they change what they recall all the time.
Her story isn't perfect but it's plausible.
So that's the standard.
- At this moment in time, yes.
I'm not omniscient, Liv.
I don't have a judicial crystal ball.
Nobody wants these bastards to suffer more than I do, believe me, but I...
Our legal system is the best that there is.
But it's not perfect.
It never was.
The night of the attack, did you see the faces of the men who raped your daughter Lela, who raped and killed your daughter Shala, who kicked your husband Kanann in the head?
Yes. They're right there.
And there was a third man with them.
Hector Ramirez... he used to work in the restaurant.
When you first talked to the police, did you tell them that you saw the faces of the perpetrators?
- What did you tell them?
That they were wearing ski masks.
Were they wearing ski masks?
Yes. Most of the time.
But they took them off when it was all over.
And they threatened me.
They said that they would kill me and my daughter if I ever testified against them.
What made you change your mind?
Can you please explain that?
My husband is dead.
My daughter Shala is dead.
And my other daughter, Lela... she's in so much pain.
It's hard for me to even process.
I don't care if I live or die anymore.
That is why I decided to tell the truth.
I can only imagine how hard this must be for you and your daughter.
And how confusing it must be.
The morning after the incident, you told Lieutenant Benson, quote, you "didn't see" "any of their faces.
They were wearing black ski masks the whole time."
That is correct.
And then the day after Hector Ramirez was murdered, you walked into Lieutenant Benson's office and you told her you did see their faces.
That they weren't wearing masks the whole time.
So they were wearing masks the whole time until Hector Ramirez was shot and killed.
Then suddenly, they weren't wearing masks the whole time.
- No. That is not true.
- You knew the prosecution's case was weak.
You knew that Hector Ramirez dying made it weaker.
- So you decided to lie.
- You decided to change your testimony to increase the odds of winning the case and get justice for your family.
Is there a question here, anywhere?
Get to the point, Counselor.
Isn't it true that you waited for Hector Ramirez to be dead before you told Lieutenant Benson that you saw the face of Steven Cole and Mitchell Jenkins because you believed that was the only way to win the case?
That is not true.
I told Lieutenant Benson this weeks before Hector Ramirez was killed.
You told Lieutenant Benson weeks before Hector's death?
Thank you. Nothing further.
I believed her until the part where she said she called you and made the ID before Hector got killed.
- There's no way that happened.
- That never happened.
The defense attorney just totally backed her into a corner.
What, she got desperate after all she's been through?
- I guess.
- Liv, you got a sec?
- I'll see you back
- at the squad room.
- I just got the updated witnesses from the defense.
You're on it. He wants to question you about the phone call with Maya.
You mean the phone call that never happened, right?
You know that never happened.
- If you say so.
- If I say so?
- Come here.
She has been through horrific trauma.
Maybe... maybe she forgot the exact timing of the phone call.
Or the content of the conversation.
Are you suggesting that I back her story?
I'm suggesting that she's human.
I'm not telling you what to say, Liv.
Really? 'Cause it kinda sounded like you were.
This is a different case.
You need to do what you believe is right.
Simple as that.
Okay, Noah, so Lucy's gonna be here any minute, okay?
[knock at door] What you making there?
Oh! There she is now!
- I was in the neighborhood.
I didn't know that people said that anymore.
Come on in. Can I get you some coffee?
No, I'm good. I've already had about five cups.
No wonder my blood pressure's high.
So you talked to Barba.
I did. And I, uh, I just...
Look, I don't need advice.
I'm not here to give you advice.
Okay. So why are you here?
To offer, uh...
- Now you're a priest.
Look, Liv, there are no good choices here.
But there are no bad choices, either.
If that makes sense.
No matter what decision you make, you're good.
I'm gonna make sure your backside's covered.
I didn't know my backside needed covering.
Over the years, I've been in this situation.
A few times, myself.
- And I played it both ways.
I've forgotten certain things that helped get the right result and I've remembered certain things that helped get the wrong result.
God's honest truth? It feels the same.
But that's me.
I'm good at rationalizing things.
Comes with the territory, I suppose.
What would you have told Mike?
Same thing I just told you.
When was the first time you talked with Maya Samra?
The morning after the double rape, double homicide.
Inside her restaurant.
Did you ask her if she saw the faces of the intruders?
- Yes, I did.
- What did she say?
She said that they were wearing ski masks.
The whole time?
Did Mrs. Samra ever change her story as it relates to seeing the actual faces of the intruders?
- A week after.
Was this before or after Hector Ramirez was shot to death?
- So Mrs. Samra's version of events is different than yours?
Yes, but often victims of this kind of trauma have...
Her version is different, so she's lying.
The jury will disregard that comment.
You said you would help us.
You said that you are on our side.
That you would help us get justice.
I'm so sorry, Maya.
You said that you care.
- You don't even care.
- That's not true.
I give you a chance right there, right now, and you didn't take it.
You didn't take your chance to help and now the men are free.
Those men who destroyed my family,
- those men who destroyed my life.
- It's okay. We will be okay.
We will be okay.
[sighs] Oh, my God.
They're angry at you?
Because you didn't back up her story about seeing my husband's face?
It doesn't matter what I did or didn't say.
Your husband is guilty.
I know what they did.
Well, then do something about it.
I know that you called the police four times in the last two years.
I know that you know what kind of man he is.
What kind of violence he's capable of.
- He's my husband.
- He's a rapist and a murderer.
And the next dead woman on the floor... that might be you.
So don't tell the truth for Maya or for Lela.
Tell the truth for yourself and for your son.
Take that first step.
The night the Samra family was attacked, what were you doing?
- Watching TV.
- Who were you with?
- My son.
- Was your husband with you that evening?
When you spoke to the police after your husband was arrested, you stated that you and your husband were home the entire evening.
That you made dinner; you watched TV.
You were in bed by approximately : p.m.
- I was lying.
You were lying?
Then or now?
Today, I'm telling the truth.
I didn't see him that night until early in the morning and he had blood on his pants and shoes.
You lying bitch.
Order. Restrain him.
- I'll kill you!
- Remove him!
Let me go! You're dead, Carleen!
Dead! You heard me!
Order. [Overlapping chatter]
Today, justice was served. [Cheering]
Just... well, this victory will not bring back Shala and Kanann Samra.
Or erase the tragic events of this crime.
It may help the Samra family and this great city begin to heal.
- Mr. Barba!
- Excuse me.
Thank you, no, no comment.
A hell of a case.
Hell of a year.
We got the conviction.
That's all that matters.
Wish it was that simple.
- See you tomorrow, Liv.
- See you guys.
Buy you a celebratory cocktail?
No, thanks, I have to get home.
Right. Are you upset with me?
We all have to answer to our own gods.
Luckily mine is a little bit more accepting than yours.
- Sorry to interrupt.
What's going on? Is everything okay?
A mosque in East Harlem just got firebombed.