15x11 - Amaro's One-Eighty

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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.

How much longer, La Hoya?

You know we due at Liv's.

You can go on ahead.

Nah, I'll chill.

How many more times do we got to celebrate this damn sergeant's exam?

Hey, she earned it.

And I don't like it.

You know, they're not gonna let her supervise us.

That means she's gonna be transferred.

Rollins...

Would you do the honors?

You mean "pour"?

Yeah. Wow.

Brussels sprouts are delicious.

You know, I'm glad that somebody thought so.

I mean, these cops...

If it doesn't come in a takeout container, it's not food.

Oh, well, you're very sweet to invite me.

Where's Brian tonight?

He's undercover...

Again.

Well, he was there for you during the trial.

I mean, that's what counts.

Yeah.

Keep it coming, girl.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mmhmm.

That's what I'm talking about.

How long we have to stay here?

Just let me make a toast, Fin, and then you can rush home to...

Whatever it is you rush home to.

You want some more?

No, I'm good.

Nick, come on.

Don't you get tired of being the choir boy?

Choir boy?

[Wine pours] Good.

[Clears throat]

Okay, everybody.

All right, now, come on.

Listen up.

I know that everybody's been worried about all the changes at 1PP.

The new mayor has his agenda, but we don't make the rules.

We follow them.

Is this a toast or a memorial?

[Laughter]

And the good news is that so many people are leaving the department because of these changes that 1PP can't spare a new sergeant for our unit.

So they have agreed to let detective...

I mean sergeant Benson stay on at SVU.

Sweet.

Okay.

Beautiful.

That's beautiful.

Hallelujah.

[Glasses clink]

Congratulations.

Congrats.

Sarge.

I'll drink to that.

You drive?

Yeah.

Can I drop you somewhere?

Yeah, just the "F" train on sixth.

That okay?

Yeah, sure.

[Inhales]

Liv's our new sarge.

That's cool.

Better than having to teach some baby-faced boss the ropes.

They gonna give you a new partner?

How would I know?

No one tells me anything.

It's the NYPD.

I know, right?

Never yielding perpetual dickaround.

I hadn't heard that one.

You make that up?

Police! Stop!

Stop!

[Tires screech]

[Horn blares]

Hey, hey, hey!

[Groaning]

Are you all right?

Stop!

What's going down?

Hey, that kid...

We saw him do a deal.

I think he's got a g*n.

Okay, call it in.

I'll back up his partner.

No, I'll go!

I'll go.

Wait, you saw a g*n?

Partner did.

1013.

Officer injured.

We're on the 500 block of west 55th street, and we've got a plainclothes officer in pursuit.

Perp may have a g*n.

NYPD! Which way?

Adonde fueron?

He didn't do nothing.

Move!

Drop the g*n and kick it to me now!

J'ai rien fait...

What do you got?

Suspect has a g*n.

End of the hall.

Alone?

Backed up against the last door.

Saw him reach in his jacket, and I took cover.

J'ai rien fait...

I said drop the g*n!

Kick it away.

J'ai pas un flingue!

Shut up and just drop the g*n!

He doesn't speak English.

Leave that boy alone.

I said back out now!

Get her out.

I'm going in.

No, wait, stop!

[g*nsh*t]

[Officer screams] [g*nshots]

Stay down.

Damn it!

[g*nf*re]

Okay, come on, come on, come on.

[Groans]

You okay?

I'm sh*t.

What the hell happened?

She's sh*t.

All right, keep pressure on it, okay?

She's all right.

Backup's coming.

[Woman and man shouting in French]

Keep your hands where I can see them.

Mains! Show me le mains!

Put your hands up.

Get your hands up.

Move away.

Over here, sir.

Hands up.

Ma'am?

Ma'am, over here.

Secure the g*n.

Get your hands up.

Get your hands up.

Where's the g*n?

Where's the g*n?

I don't see it.

[Woman crying]

[Yusef wheezing]

Sucking chest wound.

Call it in.

[Sobbing]

Yusef!

Yusef! Yusef!

[Dramatic music]

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<b>Law & Order: SVU
15x11- Amaro's One-Eighty</b>

We searched the apartment, the stairs, the streets...

We are missing a g*n.

Bag his hands for GSR.

He just sh*t a cop.

Come on, come on, come on, let's go.

Nice triage.

You saved his life.

What is that?

It just fell out of his coat.

It's khat.

East African amphetamine.

Somali pirates use it to make themselves fearless.

That's why he ran, why he had the g*n.

With that amount, small-time dealer.

Who's the other sh**t?

I am.

Captain Howard. We've met.

Detective Amaro, SVU.

I'm detective Rollins.

You saved my guys.

Thank you.

I didn't know that SVU was working my precinct.

No, we're not.

We came upon the scene.

We saw officer Dragin get hit by a cab.

Officer McKenna gave chase.

I ran to back her up.

She rushed in, got sh*t, and I fired to cover her.

How is she?

She lost some blood.

She'll be okay.

I hate to ask, but I'm gonna need your w*apon.

You know the drill.

You'll be escorted to the hospital, complete workup, blood alcohol.

It was a good sh**t.

Kid was armed?

Find the w*apon.

[Background chatter]

Nick, Nick, you okay?

Yeah.

Blood's not mine.

What happened?

Rollins and I ran into a mess.

Uni chasing a dealer.

He sh**t her.

I sh*t him.

Lucky for her you were there.

Where is Rollins?

Doing a grid search.

The g*n's still missing.

Somebody may have dumped it.

Precinct captain arrive yet?

Yeah, captain Howard.

That's my old lieutenant from narcotics.

That's good. We know her.

Okay, even so, Amaro, don't say anything to anybody until your delegate shows up, all right?

Come on, I'm going to the hospital with you.

You two stay.

Find that g*n.

Come on.

[Overlapping shouting]

I had to sh**t.

She was down.

You don't need to explain it to me, Nick.

In fact, you might not want to.

Nothing's privileged.

I'm not sure that boy's gonna make it.

Let's let the doctors worry about that.

Fin.

Captain.

Detective.

Hey.

Wow, what, the whole squad show up?

We were with Amaro and Rollins before the incident.

So you didn't actually see the chase or the sh**ting?

No.

Good.

Then I can put you to work.

I speak some French.

I can talk to the parents.

No, the translator's on its way.

Thanks.

Okay.

You guys can't be primary investigators, but while we're waiting on warrants, you guys can canvass for the g*n.

Hey, big problem.

The window's open, and it looks like there's an older brother that's missing.

Yeah, Berko Barre.

17.

He's got a sheet for peddling without permits, dealing khat.

Well known to my squad.

It's a couple stories down.

He went out the window with the g*n?

You'll just feel a stick.

Yeah.

Detective Amaro, Didi Denzler, your delegate.

That the tox screen?

It's okay.

Look, I just had a couple...

Nurse, hold off on that.

I need to take his blood.

It's police business.

Confidential.

Technically, nothing you say to me is privileged, but if we're alone, that's less of an issue.

It was two glasses of wine.

Did you eat dinner tonight?

Not a lot.

And I worked out earlier.

Why don't we review the process?

Number one, you should speak [Water runs]

To the department psychologist asap.

You know, let her take my blood. I'm fine.

As I was saying, psychologist.

For now, we go over all the details, and we pray that somebody finds that g*n.

And that the kid lives.

He's what, 16?

They're claiming 14.

Captain.

Tucker. Brian.

2-7's got this under control.

Not anymore.

The new mayor and his commissioner believe only IAB can conduct an independent investigation.

Really? Is that anytime a cop fires or only when a teenage black kid gets sh*t?

That's a good question.

Brian, you here as a friend?

He's on duty.

Cassidy's training at IAB now.

This will be his chance to show me he can conduct an unbiased investigation.

I'm just here to do my job.

You do know what that means?

Our new mayor is looking for a poster boy for excessive force.

IAB is here to serve up Amaro as the sacrificial lamb.

The only one who was sacrificed was Yusef.

Reverend Curtis, that was quick.

Word travels fast when NYPD sh**t an unarmed boy.

Yeah, reverend, you can dial it back.

We're still trying to determine what happened.

We know exactly what happened.

You can't stop and frisk anymore, so now you sh**t to stop.

This was not racially motivated.

I thought we hadn't yet determined what happened.

You know, the whole city is watching you and the mayor.

He wants to see if you'll whitewash this sh**ting like all the others.

Reverend, I wouldn't waste your time with us.

The cameras are down the hall.

What's going on?

How's Amaro?

I don't know.

Liv, I'm here as IA.

Oh, so we can't talk.

Okay.

So we're good to go?

You got my card.

I'm your delegate 24/7.

You need a lawyer.

We've got it covered.

Thank you so much.

The other cop's okay?

She's fine, but it's a circus out there.

IAB, press, reverend Curtis, enough brass for a band, so I'm gonna get you out the back door.

You're here, so they found the g*n.

No.

Older brother's still missing.

How's the boy?

Saved his life.

So he made it?

Yeah.

Except one of the b*ll*ts hit his spine.

Doctors don't know what that means yet.

Yeah, they do.

Kid may be paralyzed.

Doctor said Amaro saved his life.

The family may not see it that way.

Yusef... does he at least have a record?

Ah, minor bust.

Street peddling native art from Djibouti.

But his brother, Berko...

He's the bad apple.

Assaults, dealing.

So Yusef was working for his brother holding the g*n, saw the cops, bolted.

Problem is the only person who saw the g*n so far was the female uni McKenna.

I mean, we did a grid search for two blocks.

We got warrants on the neighbors.

Clean.

His brother took it.

Find him, find the g*n.

If he's stupid.

Or we're lucky.

He's a dealer.

He has known associates.

Put some pressure unofficially.

I paralyzed a child, father.

I heard.

The guilt must be a burden.

No, no, that's the thing.

According to my training, I did everything the way I was supposed to.

And according to your conscience?

Tell me why you feel guilty.

Was there hatred in your heart?

No, I was trying to protect the other officer.

Then why do you feel guilt?

I had a few drinks.

And this affected what you did?

No, but they'll think it did.

They'll say I sh*t him because I was impaired or because he's black.

So it's your pride that's wounded.

I did everything right.

And yet God didn't give you the results you expected or deserved.

God planned for me to paralyze Yusef?

No one knows God's plans.

Maybe one lesson you can learn from this is why pride is a sin.

Officer McKenna, good to see you up and around.

I was just grazed.

My first time.

Yeah, it's tough.

Now all the questions.

My delegate told me not to answer.

The thing is...

IAB is going after Amaro hard.

They think it was his g*n that sh*t Yusef.

And the kid's g*n is gone.

You did see it in his hand?

When he was making the deal, I saw a flash of metal.

Then in the hallway, I got hit by a b*llet that he fired.

What'd you see after that?

Kept my head down until detective Amaro pulled me to safety.

Maybe the woman with the cell phone got something as we ran in.

What woman?

I don't know.

Middle age, cop hater.

Detective Amaro told her to get back, but she just kept recording.

Detective.

[Door closes]

Why is internal affairs here?

I've been made aware of a bigger picture, and we all agree that IAB will take the lead.

In other words 1PP already knows where they want this to end up.

Under the circumstances, we will be exercising my client's right not to self-incriminate.

Detective Amaro's free to go, but given the pressure on this case and the absence of a g*n, might be in his best interest to talk to us.

I have nothing to hide.

Good.

Detective Cassidy, you're up.

He's gonna question me?

And I'll supervise.

Is that a problem?

[Clears throat]

Did you I.D. yourself to the suspect, detective?

I joined in a hot pursuit by uniformed police officers.

From my precinct.

When you thought you trapped the suspect, did you try and talk him down?

Did you wait for backup?

Officer McKenna rushed the suspect.

sh*ts were fired.

She shouted she'd been hit.

I needed to protect her.

So you maintain that the suspect was armed.

You see him holding the g*n?

Did I stick my head around the corner to see if it got blown off?

No, I didn't need to.

Officer McKenna was hit.

sh*ts were flying.

Go look at the holes in the wall.

Yeah, we're doing just that.

Continuing.

Earlier in the evening, you were at a dinner party where drinks were served.

You mean at Cassidy's apartment.

After you were taken to the hospital, you refused to let the nurse take your blood right away.

Why is that?

Detective Amaro followed procedure as per his delegate.

She asked for a moment.

It wasn't long.

Long enough to lower blood alcohol content?

So at this party, did you happen to notice how many drinks detective Amaro had?

I wasn't counting, but he was sober.

You and detective Amaro encountered the officers in hot pursuit.

Yes, officer Dragin told us that his partner saw that the suspect was armed.

Detective Amaro joined in pursuit, and I called in the 10-13.

So you didn't actually see the g*n.

No.

How many drinks did you serve detective Amaro?

I didn't serve him.

Don't be cute, detective.

Was he served at your apartment?

Maybe two glasses of wine over the course of two hours, and he ate dinner.

When he left the party, he was unimpaired.

They'll ask you that on the stand.

Would you say the same thing under oath?

So Amaro's going to be charged?

Tucker let it slip that he wants it to go to trial.

It's not Tucker's call.

Regime change.

What, so their first act is to crucify Amaro?

Nick.

You sure you should be here?

I called him.

He needs to see this.

See what?

A concerned citizen posted the sh**ting on eyes-on-cops.

NYPD. Which way?

Adonde fueron?

That way.

He didn't do nothing.

Move!

There's nothing there.

Here's the problem.

J'ai rien fait...

I said drop the g*n!

Kick it away!

J'ai pas un flingue.

Speak English!

Leave that boy alone.

I said back out now!

Get her out!

Going in.

No, wait. Stop!

[g*nshots] [Screams]

Stay down. Stay down.

[g*nf*re]

After that, the recording's useless.

Before that, it's B.S.

And what I said was, "he doesn't speak English."

She edited this.

I'm being set up.

She posted it anonymously, and eyes-on-cops hides behind the first amendment, so it might take a while to get the original.

Don't worry, Nick.

We'll find the full clip, or we'll find her.

Amaro, we've been looking for you.

He's already told you everything he knows.

Here's something he doesn't know.

Cassidy.

Yusef barre had no g*nsh*t residue on his hands or his clothing.

The only sh*ts fired came from officer McKenna's g*n and yours.

This "third" g*n you and your squad are unofficially looking for...

You can stop now.

It was never fired.

But McKenna was sh*t.

By a ricochet from her own g*n.

Officer McKenna admitted that her finger was on the trigger when she tripped.

Just hold up.

Detective Amaro believed that a fellow officer had been sh*t by the perp.

He was trying to save her life.

Maybe.

But officer McKenna's refusing to cooperate in any way.

One more thing.

Detective Amaro had a blood alcohol content of .049.

Almost two hours after the sh**ting...

Which means you were possibly impaired when the sh**ting occurred.

As a courtesy, you'll have until 9:00 am tomorrow morning to turn yourself in.

You're arresting him before he's indicted?

This is a farce.

Better get your affairs in order, detective.

The D.A. has rushed to overcharge this, And detective Amaro is a dedicated career officer.

We request release on his own recognizance.

Not in my court.

Given the serious nature of the charges, I will set bail at $500,000.

[Taps gal] What?

Is this punitive or political?

Bailiff, next case.

They want me in jail.

They know I don't have that kind of money.

You own your home, right?

With my wife.

We're separated.

She'll have to sign off on it.

Detective, this way.

[Taps gavel]

Come on.

Order.

This way, detective.

Detective!

[Taps gavel] Order!

Detective Amaro, turn around, come on.

All eyes are on the new administration.

During the campaign, they pledged to change NYPD's culture of racism and brutality.

This will be a test case of those promises.

It's a hell of a show.

They're railroading him.

Nick's lawyer sees the big picture.

He listens to her, he's gonna be okay.

This might help.

Yusef's brother Berko stopped by the hospital to check in on him.

Unis are holding him now.

Did they call IAB?

No, I kind of told 'em to sit tight on Berko till we got there.

Kinda?

Nice work.

So go talk to him.

See if he knows anything that can help us.

We know Yusef was selling khat for you.

Yusef delivered for me.

That's it.

He never sold.

He didn't own a g*n.

Why'd he run?

Because you people chased him.

Because every time we talk to police, we get in trouble.

Permits, fines, any excuse to mess with us.

Why would anyone talk to you?

Why'd you run?

They sh*t my brother.

Wouldn't you run too?

[Knock on door]

Hey.

Come on in.

Hi, Zara.

Cesaria.

Hi, Olivia.

Daddy, I want to play.

[Speaking spanish]

I need to talk to Olivia about work.

[Speaking spanish]

[Speaking spanish]

You know, I'd offer you a drink, but they might say you're impaired.

How you doing?

Great.

I mean, there's wanted posters up for me as a kid k*ller.

I had to put my house up as collateral.

That thrilled Maria.

And you have Zara to take care of.

I want her here.

My mother will take her down to D.C. once the trial starts.

Nick, we're gonna figure this out.

We shouldn't have to.

What does that mean?

Your boyfriend.

[Slaps table]

Is he enjoying this?

Nick, this is politics.

Brian hates this.

He's caught in the middle.

Does he?

And leaking IAB files and sandbagging me in the press?

That's what, bonus points?

If you're gonna be paranoid, then you need to think a lot bigger than this.

1PP is hanging you out to dry.

They're making you the fall guy.

Whatever you say.

Nick, all of us have your back.

[g*nsh*t] [Both screaming]

Down! Get down!

[g*nshots]

Zara? You okay?

Si, si, si!

Zara, you all right?

We have a 10-13.

sh*ts fired at 2022 Boiler Avenue.

Copy that.

Backup's on its way.

NYPD! Stop!

I said stop!

[Sirens wail]

Hands up! Follow him!

Follow him!

Don't move.

You two, put your hands up where I can see 'em, okay?

Y'all goin' sh**t us too?

Keep your hands up where I can see 'em.

Now, you wanna tell me what happened?

Nothing.

It's just a quiet night.

Yeah, we didn't see nothing.

They're lying.

Stop lying.

Maybe someone saw you with a g*n.

You sh**t up my house with my daughter inside!

Nick, I got this!

Back up. Back up.

Back up!

Do you? Cuff 'em now.

You heard your mama.

Go inside.

Where's the g*n?

Nick?

You sure there was a g*n?

Maybe you just imagined it.

Police.

You want to sh**t me?

I'm standing right here.

[Overlapping shouting]

He's got a bat!

Back.

Put the bat down.

It's okay.

We're on the job.

On the job.

With a bat.

Y'all hit us.

Police brutality.

Nick.

Okay.

They found a .22 in the sewer grate down the block.

Bringing two of the three kids in.

Well, what's the point?

If the slug's a match...

The sh**t got away.

They wiped the prints.

The precinct's got this.

Captain, I called him in.

Nick, I had to.

But they sh*t through my window.

They could have k*lled my mother, my daughter.

I appreciate your anger, detective, but you can't go after civilians with a baseball bat.

Oh, but they could sh**t at me?

Nick, stop.

Lieutenant, they sh*t at his daughter.

I understand that, but I still have to investigate the incident.

That's great.

Just keep doing your job.

How much are you making now?

Tucker, will you please give us a minute?

Amaro, for what it's worth, I would have done the same thing you did...

Or worse.

We got to get you and your family out of here.

Yeah, I'm on it, captain.

My mother will take Zara home tonight and to D.C. in the morning.

Yeah, and what about you?

I'm good here.

Nick.

Nick, why don't you come home with me?

With you and Cassidy?

[Scoffs] No way.

Nick, he's never home.

Okay?

We have a comfortable couch.

Why don't you just try it out for a few days?

Please.

Look, Maria, just listen.

Wait.

No, I get it.

What?

She wants sole custody, at least until my case is over.

Oh, Nick, I'm sorry.

That's...

That's tough.

Well, I mean, I can't argue with her.

It's safer for Zara.

But if I get convicted, I'm gonna have to ask Maria to bring Zara up for prison visits.

Nick, don't catastrophize...

I'm wapapast that.

And I'm thinking...

I should cut a deal.

Nick.

You know who I miss right now?

Munch.

We all do.

Who am I gonna talk to, my lawyer, the NYPD shrink?

Why don't you pick up the phone and call him?

[Door opens and shuts]

Hi, babe.

Hey.

Hi, Nick.

You okay?

Your daughter...

I heard about the sh**ting.

She's shaken up, but fine.

That's good.

That's real good.

Thanks.

Let me know if you need anything.

[Knock on door]

That was Munch.

He thinks I should just take a plea...

[Phone thuds]

Get this over with.

He said that?

He said just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean I don't have enemies.

Well, that sounds like Munch.

You're a good cop.

Good cops make enemies.

Wait, so you agree?

If I can keep my pension, I should just take it and run?

Nick, I can't make this decision for you, but have you thought about what your life would be like without your badge?

Yeah, I don't know.

Have you?

I could move to D.C.

I'd be closer to Zara, pick up security work.

Yeah, as long as this doesn't stick to you.

Oh, yeah, I'm damned either way.

I wish I could say NYPD looks out for its own...

But I'm not gonna lie to you.

Ms. Calhoun.

It's good to meet you in person.

I've heard a lot about you.

Counselor.

Detective Amaro, it's good to see you again.

How's that son of yours?

All good.

Shall we get to it?

Yeah, it's a tragic situation for everyone.

In view of the current environment, my client is willing to plead guilty to misdemeanor reckless endangerment.

He is willing to leave the department, keeping his pension and no jail time.

That's okay, but given the circumstances, I can't just let him walk.

He'll have to serve at least a year's probation.

He's willing to do that as long as there's no felony charge on his record.

At m may be an issue.

Excuse me?

Thers s a sentiment he should plead guilty to a hate crime.

A hate crime?

[Scoffs]

Well, that bumps it up to a felony.

Where's this coming from, reverend Curtis?

I'm not a r*cist.

Nick, easy.

You sh*t a black 14-year-old.

You went aerer two black kids on the street with a baseball bat.

That's it. I'm done.

You may think so, detective, but honestly I'm just getting started.

This had nothing to do with hate.

Do you seriously think you can count on a jury knowing what was in your heart?

This is why I like defending criminals.

They are much less trusting.

I won't admit to something I didn't do.

If that's pride, so be it.

The grand jury's gonna indict me either way.

Officer McKenna, did detective Amaro ididentify himself?

He flashed his shield, but he didn't verbally identify himself.

And after you accidentally fired your w*apon, what happened next?

He immediately started f*ring.

I was about to draw the detective's blood when his delatate asked me to leave the room.

They let you back in 40 minutes later, and even with that delay, his blood alcohol content was...

.049

Well, that's just under .05, which is legally impaired, is it not?

Yes, it is.

So the night in question, you volunteered to aid officer McKenna, but detective Amaro, despite having had a few drinks, overruled you and insisted he'd go.

Yes.

Have you ever known him to use excessive force?

No.

Are you aware he physically assaulted a man he suspected was sleeping with his wife?

I can't comment on that.

You've haver known the detective to overreact?

No that I can recal.

How bad was it?

It's a grand jury.

Strauss can say things that he can't say in a courtroom.

Just making insinuations, that's all.

So it was bad.

We should get you out of here.

He testifies, I'm indicted.

Maybe I should plead to the hate crime.

I said before I can't tell you what to do, but you take their plea, you won't be able to live with yourself.

Come on, let's go.

Testifying before a grand jury that's investigating you, that's a cardinal sin.

Look, Strauss can ask you anything he wants, and it all can be used against you.

We can put you on the stand at trial.

I don't want to be indicted for a crime I didn't commit.

I want the grand jurors to hear my side.

I can't be in there with you.

Don't worry about it.

It's not on you.

You sure about this, Nick?

Yeah.

I am.

So in spite of your blood alcohol content and the fact you sh*t an unarmed boy, you still maintain you did everything right?

There was a female officer down.

I did what I was trained to do.

A female officer.

An officer.

The other times you fired your w*apon, it's been in defense of a female officer as well, hasn't it?

When a woman is in danger, do you feel compelled to rescue her to the point where reason goes out the window?

I made the only decision I could under the circumstances.

Yeah, well, let's review those circumstances.

After having had a couple glasses of wine, you gave chase without identifying yourself.

Then when officer McKenna went around the corner, tripped and sh*t herself, you determined without any visual confirmation that she'd been fired upon.

Then without looking, you poked your g*n around the wall and started f*ring.

Without looking, yes?

Yes.

How many rounds?

I fired until I ascertained the sh**ting had stopped.

But you were the only one sh**ting.

What you mean is you fired until you stopped f*ring.

Look, I couldn't know those b*ll*ts were ricocheting.

The hall was an echo chamber.

b*ll*ts fly, and an officer down...

I mean, it's easy for you to judge in hindsight.

It took CSU 24 hours to figure out what you expect for me to have figured out in that moment.

Do you think it would have been any easier for you to figure it out if you hadn't been drinking...

Or if officer McKenna had been chasing a 14-year-old white girl?

No further questions.

You can step down, detective Amaro.

Excuse me?

We can ask something, right?

Sure, go ahead.

Detective, do you think it would have made a difference that night if you hadn't been drinking?

Ma'am, my judgment was not impaired.

What if, like the prosecutor said, it had been a 14-year-old white girl?

I didn't sh**t Yusef because he's black.

So you honestly think you did everything right?

There's no right way to sh**t a 14-year-old boy, cr*pple him, and put him in a wheelchair.

I've always prided myself on following my training and my professionalism and respect for the law.

Since that night, I've been struggling to reconcile how doing everything right could lead to such a horribly wrong result.

And yet...

If I were in that situation again, I'd do the same thing.

And do I regret it?

Yes.

Yes, ma'am, I do.

Hey.

You want to go take a walk?

Calhoun says it's a quick vote.

It only takes 13 to indict.

You were right, counselor.

It was a mistake.

No, I was wrong.

Ten voted to indict, eight didn't.

You are free to go.

Well, for how long?

They'll just charge me again.

No.

I'll tell the press the D.A. overreached.

The mayor and the commissioner will trip all over their...

Ties walking away from this.

Thank you, Rita.

Yeah.

So...

What do you say we get the hell out of here?

Yeah.

Come on.

Just give me a minute.

Now's not the time, officer.

Not the time.

Welcome back, detective.

What does 1PP want?

Well, after two days of negotiating, you're looking at a command discipline, anger management, and mandatory retraining to be done using vacation days.

And for the moment, you're on desk duty.

Until when?

Well, until Benson says you're not.

What are you talking about?

All right, everybody, listen up, please.

I didn't want to announce this until Nick's situation got resolved, but it's done, and so am I.

I'm leaving.

What?

Now?

Hey, is this part of the deal?

Was this their pound of flesh?

Because if it is...

No, no, no. No.

This is my call.

Where you gonna go, captain?

Around the world, actually.

Eileen has two tickets for a six-month cruise, and I have enough accrued leave to take me through my mandatory retirement date.

If I stay, I make less than if I leave.

Cap, cruise.

Okay.

If anyone's earned it...

I'm proud of my time here.

And I'm honored and grateful to have worked with the finest unit of detectives I've ever known.

Nick, you're gonna get through all this.

You're too good a cop and too good a man not to.

Amanda, I was never sorry that I brought you up from Atlanta.

I would do it again.

And Fin.

What can I say?

For a guy who never should have been an SVU detective, you're okay.

Right back at you, captain.

Nobody could ever take your place.

Well, for the meantime, detective Benson will.

She's ready.

Now, it's not easy going from player to coach, so don't bust her chops.

But if they do, you bust 'em right back.

We should throw you a party.

I don't like parties.

[Laughs]

This is good.

Um...

Word of advice?

Oh, please.

[Laughs]

I gave my whole life to NYPD, and I forgot to live my own.

Me and Eileen...

It's a hail Mary.

It's a sh*t at happiness.

You know, people used to say this to me all the time, and I never understood what they meant...

But take care of yourself.

You deserve it.

Oh, and Olivia...

Do something with the place, will you?