24x21 - Bad Things

[bunniefuu]

In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses

are considered especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

So much for Sunday waffles with Noah.

A tourist r*ped in her hotel room?

Bad news travels fast.

Okay, well, I got a : a.m.
wake-up call from McGrath.

I mean, please tell me
that you have a lead.

CSU's processing the room.

The vic is Kate Wallace, ,

in from Columbus, Ohio,
for a Broadway weekend.

Okay, how did the perp get access?

Guy snowed the desk clerk.

A new employee working the front desk

- gave out the room card key.
- Without checking ID?

It's not supposed to happen,
but it does... human error.

You have cameras behind the desk?

And in the lobby,
the elevators, the hallways.

- We're pulling footage.
- Velasco, talk to the clerk

- and get a description.
- On it, Captain.

The room's on the fourth floor.

All right, thank you.

A r*pe in a Times Square
hotel covered in cameras.

- This guy's not smart.
- No, just brazen.

Yeah, well, it makes our job easier.

We haven't caught him yet.

You use UV light on the bed?

Lit up like a Christmas tree.

Not to mention
the semen on the ceilings.

Whatever you do,
don't touch that remote.

You definitely don't wanna know

what they found in the bathroom.

Okay, call the lab,

put a rush on DNA.

We saw "Funny Girl" last night.

[SNIFFLES]

My boyfriend, Gil, bought the tickets,

but we broke up, so I brought my mom.

Okay, and you and your mom
had different hotel rooms?

I told you we should've shared.

Mom, please.

Like you could have fought him off.

I took tae kwon do for a year.

All right, just give us a second.

It's okay.
Um...

when did you and your mom
get back to the hotel?

We had dinner after the show.

It was late,

m-midnight.

My mom went to bed,
and I went to the hotel bar.

And when'd you get back to your room?

Around : .
[SNIFFLES]

[TENSE MUSIC]

He was inside,

waiting for me.

Before I could scream,
he put his hand over my mouth

and he pushed me down on the bed.

Do you remember anyone
following you on the street?

Or maybe hitting on
you at the hotel bar?

Nobody that set off any alarm bells.

And what can you tell me
about your attacker?

Um...

He was, uh, Black,

average height, weight.

He used a condom.

Did he say anything?

[SOBBING]

He called me Kate.

He knew my name.

And he...

He took a selfie
while he was raping me.

All right, now that picture
is out there somewhere.

Like, what if he is selling that?

It may be a way to track him.

Okay, listen,
everything that you've told us

has been very helpful.

All right, I'm gonna send you
to get a r*pe kit done,

and then we're gonna check
all the hotel security footage.

We're gonna do everything
we can to find this guy.

I'm so sorry.

[DOG BARKING]

Damn it...
Ramses!

Hey, wait...

Ra...

Ramses.

[DOG WHINING]

- Ah!
- [SCREAMS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

[PANTING] Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Please,

I'll be good.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

What do we got?

Vic was found below ground

by a jogger and her mutt.

Guy can barely talk.

Sir, can you tell me your name?

[WHISPERING] Mark Reed.

How long you been here, Mark?

Weeks.

We need to get him in the ambulance.

Yeah, go.

What the hell happened to him?

Guy had wire tied around his nuts...

Why we called you.

Uh, did he say anything to the jogger?

Yeah, way she tells it,
all he said was,

"I'll be good."

♪ ♪

They've been locked in that house.

Good girls get good things.

Bad girls get bad things.

He's using food as a tool of control.

♪ ♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪ ♪

I feel horrible for that poor girl, but,

It was a busy Saturday night.

So you just gave a room key
without checking the computer?

I know there's no excuse,

but he said he was her boyfriend,
he lost his key, and,

he knew her name, the room number.

What did he look like?

Black, um, s.

He wasn't scary.

Am I in some kind of trouble?

Not with the police, but...

I wouldn't count on a career
in hotel management.

Thank you.

Look, I know we're good now,

but you don't gotta be
quite so close to me.

Benson and Fin got their hands full,

said we're partners...
Modern-day Cagney and Lacey.

- Who?
- Iconic female cop duo?

I used to watch with my grandma.

They ever chase after a guy,

dig a hole, and put the man in a cage?

Not that I recall.

Tied a wire around his nuts.
Who does that?

Maybe an ex-lover with a vendetta.

Excuse me, we're here to see Mark Reed.

I'm sure he'd love to see you,

but unfortunately, it's not possible.

Guy coded about ten minutes ago.

- What happened?
- Dehydrated, malnourished,

genital wound started to go necrotic.

Organs completely shut down.

No vic, no perp.

What would Cagney and Lacey do?

Probably talk to the vic's wife.

He had a ring on.

Desk clerk gave this guy

the key to room
at : a.m.

While Kate was still
down in the hotel bar.

He was stalking her.

He somehow got her name
and her room number.

All right, get the description out

and see if we can pick up
his trail leaving the hotel.

On it.

Captain...

CSU found something at the
bottom of the elevator shaft.

Okay. It's Muncy.

- I got the basement.
- All right.

Muncy.

Okay.

Okay, the vic is dead?

But we got a statement on the scene.

Okay, what kind of statement?

The vic said, "I'll be good."

There were candy wrappers everywhere.

Where have we seen all this before?

Hold on, you think
that this is Elias Olsen?

He's still out there,
Captain, because of me.

Muncy, you lost your temper in court,

and we've talked about this,

and I told you
that you have to let it go.

After the Singhs moved back to India,

the charges against him were dropped.

I am aware of that.

Muncy, let's not get
ahead of ourselves, okay?

First of all, this is a different MO,

and second of all,
Elias Olsen preys on girls.

The perp was a welder.
You should've seen this cage.

I mean, this is not something
you can get off Amazon.

Slow down, Muncy, slow down.

Does the vic have a next of kin?

A wife, Shelley Reed in East Bergen.

She filed a missing persons
report a month ago.

Get an autopsy, keep in touch,

and keep that radio of yours
where it belongs.

On it, Captain.

Hey, the wife's on her way to

ID the body, have you told the Captain?

Yeah, I think she thinks
I'm a little crazy.

But that probably didn't start today.

Just get the wife to meet us
at the M.E.'s office.

You're the one with the gold shield.

A used condom?

Recently.
You can tell due to the...

I-I get it, I get it.

We found it right here.

How'd it get to the bottom
of this elevator shaft?

We saw him on security cams,

tossing it in the cr*ck between

the elevator and the fourth floor.

Okay, get it to the lab.

Sarge, we got a report of another r*pe.

- Description matches our perp.
- Where?

An hour ago in the West Village.

Hell of a refractory period.

Dude's gotta be on Viagra or something.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

I always arrive early to open.

This man knocked on the door.

Said he was in a hurry.

I was stupid to let him in, but, uh,

we need the business.

You're trusting, not stupid, Evie.

You told the responding officer
he was Black in a baseball cap?

He looked like a nice guy.

Is this him?

Yeah.
[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Where'd you get that?

Here.

This guy committed another r*pe
a few hours ago.

I'm gonna have to ask you,
Evie, was he wearing a condom?

Yes, uh, I think he took it with him.

I'll start a grid search.

Is it possible
this was someone you knew?

He knew me.

He called me by my name, and...

this is creepy.

He took a selfie
while he was raping me.

Is there any man that would
have a reason to hurt you?

There's this one customer,

Billy Vitale.

He asked me out, like, ten times.

I felt stalked.

You call the police?

They told me there was
nothing they could do,

unless he followed me home,
or, threatened me.

You're sure he wasn't the r*pist?

I'm sure.

I thought I was
hallucinating at first, but I...

I wasn't.

Hallucinating what, Evie?

Whoever r*ped me,

it wasn't Billy.

Because Billy was standing right there,

looking in the window...

Watching.

♪ ♪

Super says Billy goes to noon mass

at St. Joseph's every Sunday,

and he's home by : .

A God-fearing stalker on a schedule.

Well, speak of the devil.

Billy Vitale.

Can I help you, officers?

You know a woman named Evie Quinn?

Evie, yeah.

She works at the tea place
around the corner.

- Why?
- We're hoping you can tell us.

Did something happen to her?

I repeat my former question.

Look, I-I don't know
what this is about.

- I just came home from mass.
- Yeah, we know.

What about before mass?

I was home.

You didn't happen
to stop by the tea shop,

before you went to church?

It's on the way,
but they're not open till noon.

So you were there?

I looked in the window.

Sometimes she's there early,
but not today.

You didn't see anything?

Just my reflection in the glass.

I-is she okay?

Look, she's not okay, Billy.

And we think you know that.

[TENSE MUSIC]

He's lying through his teeth.

No kidding.
Guy just stands there,

watching Evie get assaulted.

What kind of animal does that?

Not an animal, man.
It's humans.

And more specifically, men.

It's us.
Have you noticed that?

Yeah, I've noticed a pattern.

Let me ask you, Sarge,

why do you think that is?

What, am I the ambassador
for our entire gender now?

I mean,

well, it's probably testosterone,
right?

'Cause when it drops,
we learn how to behave.

So they made up
the term "dirty old man"

for nothing, then, right?

I guess we're just screwed.

Yeah, sometimes it's hard to reconcile.

Yeah, but when you think about it,

we don't go in there as men or women.

We just got a badge and a job to do.

- Where to next?
- Let's talk to Benson.

Muncy thinks she's chasing Elias Olsen?

It's just a theory.
We haven't gotten there yet.

- But if you do?
- Well, do you have a last known?

The Singhs refused to testify.

The case wasn't viable.
The DA dismissed it.

Elias went off the grid.

So no, but you're not here
to talk about Elias Olsen.

I need an update
on the West Side r*pist.

The press has been hounding
the DA's office.

- I volunteered to hound you.
- Of course.

So two r*pes in as many hours.

The DNA from the condoms
found near both crime scene

is a case-to-case match.

Is the DNA a match
to anyone in the system?

No, but we picked up the guy
on traffic cams

headed downtown on foot.

And then we lost him
at Hudson River Park.

Any connection between the two vics?

- Not that we know of so far.
- Liv.

Yeah?
You got something?

I heard back
from Special Victims Division.

We could be looking at some
kind of as*ault pattern.

- The same r*pist?
- The lab's sorting it out.

Some of the scenes had DNA,
some didn't.

Three r*pes in the past six months.

One in Queens, one Staten Island,

the last one in Brooklyn, same MO.

- What's the pattern?
- It's a stranger r*pe,

but the r*pist knew the woman's
name and their routine.

And he took a selfie
while committing the as*ault.

Any common thread with the victims?

Three separate boroughs.
Nobody asked.

All right, Fin, Velasco,
start with Brooklyn.

How busy are you tomorrow?

I got no court appearances.

Great,
you can drive me to Staten Island.

Come on, it's better
than sitting in your office,

ducking calls from the eighth floor.

All right, just don't tell my mother...

Unless you wanna sit through
a two-hour Italian lunch.

Ah, tempting, but no.

He had wire wrapped
around his testicles,

which caused them to necrotize.

But that's not the trauma
that k*lled him.

What did?

You're familiar with rabbit starvation?

Not sure I wanna be.

It's an acute form of malnutrition.

This is the same, but with sugar.

I'm never eating candy again.

But that's not even the exciting part.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪ ♪

- What the hell is that?
- A bezoar...

Collection of material

that forms in the stomach
and fails to pass

through the intestines.

Usually it's celery fibers or hair,

but this one's made up primarily

of cherry licorice string.

I think I'm gonna puke.

How does this help us, Truman?

Establishes timeline.

He was fed only candy
for at least a month.

Any DNA found on the body?

Only his own, I'm afraid.

Okay, put that away.
The wife's here.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Is that him?

Is that my Mark?

We're so sorry, Mrs. Reed.

♪ ♪

Can you start by telling us

about the day Mark went missing?

April th,

our goddaughter's baptism.

He went into the city
for my favorite cannolis.

- Never came home.
- Do you know if he made it there?

It was the last charge
on his credit card.

Vesuvio Bakery on Prince Street...

I told all this to Missing Persons.

I hate to have to ask you,
but did he have any enemies,

someone who might want to hurt him?

Mark was a family man,

well-respected, a rule follower...

So there were never any marital issues?

Never.
Not my Mark.

I know it's rare,
but we really loved each other.

[SNIFFLING]

What kind of a sick son of a bitch

would do something like this?

We're gonna find out,
Mrs. Reed, okay?

I-I have to go,

call my daughters.

I don't even know what to say to them.

♪ ♪

What are you thinking?

Honestly, I'm thinking about
that damn licorice ball.

It's probably best she didn't see that.

Four weeks, Churlish.

That's how long
she was waiting for him.

That's how long
he was locked in that cage.

He probably felt scared and helpless.

Do you even know what that's like?

Is this about Mark,

or is this about
who you think did this to him?

It's about both.

He's using food as a tool of control.

They're malnourished.

There's evidence of sexual as*ault.

He said he would bring me some treats.

You still think this is Elias Olsen.

I don't think it's him.

I know it is.

♪ ♪

Wow, swanky neighborhood.

Todt Hill?
Very.

So this vic, she's a realtor?

Yeah, we're meeting her
at an open house.

- That's a pretty sweet gig.
- Yeah.

So Darlene Quinlan, .

- Do you...
- What, I know her?

Darlene Quinlan?

Y-you know what?
I actually went to high school with her.

You're kidding me.

Okay, okay.
You are kidding.

I get it, not everybody in
Staten Island knows each other.

No, I don't know her.

Well, actually, maybe...
Maybe I do.

So what else you got?

Darlene was r*ped in February

at an open house in Great Kills.

Perp knew her name, took a selfie.

No DNA in her kit.

He used a condom.

And he took it with him when he left.

- So no help there.
- No.

But, there is something else.

So it says in the report

that she had called
it off with her fiancé

a week before the as*ault.

- So what are you thinking?
- Well, it's,

maybe something, maybe nothing, but,

our first vic, Kate,

she had just broken up
with her boyfriend.

What about the second, Evie?

Uh, no, she had a stalker.

But the stalker and a boyfriend,

neither of these guys
are good for the r*pe?

No, but like I said,
maybe it's nothing.

Oh, this is it right here.

Hey, this is nice.

Did you bring your checkbook?

Amanda's place is

getting to be a little
tight for the five of us.

You mean the four of us.

Oh, Carisi.

Congratulations.

Oh, my God, this is how you tell me?

Don't tell Amanda I told you.
She's gonna k*ll me.

She wanted to tell you herself.

Aw, Carisi.

I'm so happy for you.

Leo, anyone shows up

in the next half hour,
ask them to wait.

All right, thank you.

Realty company won't let me show

by myself anymore... the liability.

It's good that you protect
yourself, Darlene.

The alternative?
Stay home with the door locked?

So you have a break in my case?

- Possibly, yeah.
- Yeah, we'd like to talk to you,

about your as*ault.

I told Staten Island SVU everything.

Yeah, I know that it can be difficult,

but sometimes going over what happened,

you know, new details can emerge.

You were showing a house
in Great Kills, on the harbor?

Oh, you know Staten Island?

- Better than I'd like to.
- [CHUCKLES]

Yeah, it was just a regular open house.

This guy was middle-aged,
a little overweight.

- Pretending to be a buyer?
- Mm-hmm.

Said his name was Alan Smith.

He showed me pictures of his dog.

And he knew your name?

Well, it was on the listing.

[SIGHS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

I was showing him the main bedroom.

And, uh, he pushed me down,

put a condom on,

and, uh, r*ped me.

Anything else that you can tell us, or,

anything else you remember?

Yeah, he, um...

He took a selfie, with his phone.

And then he just ran out of there.

And he was a total stranger?

I've never seen him before.

And he's definitely not local,
no New York accent.

Darlene, you told the detectives

that you had just recently
broken up with your fiancé?

Mm-hmm. It was
a little more than a breakup.

I didn't show up to the wedding.

- Oh.
- Can I, uh... can I ask why?

I just realized
Greg acted like a nice guy,

but he wasn't nice.

Trusted my gut.

But he and I are okay now.

- Oh, so you're still in contact?
- Mm-hmm.

I called him after the... the r*pe.

And he was so supportive.

We had been arguing
about the engagement ring.

I didn't give it back.

And after he heard about the r*pe,

he said I could keep it, so,

maybe he's a nice guy after all.

Thanks, Detective.

So Staten Island SVU says

the realty company
has no record of this guy

making an appointment on their website.

So he just drove by and saw the sign?

What about this fiancé?

I say we pay him a visit.

More exciting than an arraignment.

Yeah, could be the guy.

Came in here for some cannolis
for a baptism.

But I already spoke to the cops.

- Is he still missing?
- He's dead.

And this was the last place
he was seen alive.

Was he here with anyone else that day?

I already told the cops,

he was outside speaking
with a big fella.

What's this big guy look like?

White and I mean big.

Came in for
a birthday confetti cannoli.

Was that him?

Yeah, that's the guy.

I wish somebody would've
shown me that a lot sooner.

Yeah, so do we.

Where are we going?

We're gonna need more than
just an ID from cannoli guy.

I was horrified when I heard
Darlene was att*cked.

I tried to be there for her.

Yeah, that's what she told us.

- Oh, you spoke to her?
- Yeah, we did.

So we have some new leads,

and you never know
what's gonna break a case.

Well, I already told
the Staten Island detectives

everything I know,
which is nothing, so.

Well, when was the last time,
before the r*pe,

that you spoke with Darlene?

Well, I don't know.
We were broken up.

- Why?
- Here's the thing, Greg.

The guy who r*ped her,
he knew her name,

he knew where she was
holding an open house.

Yeah, well, those things
aren't exactly top secret.

I mean, they put signs out.

That's true.

Look, Darlene told me
that it was some rando,

like one of the guys
that she would flirt with

all the time to make a sale.

I don't know, maybe
the guy got the wrong idea.

- You're blaming her?
- No, of course not.

Look, I feel terrible about it.
I just...

- I gotta get back to work, all right?
- Yeah, one more question.

You told Darlene she could keep
the engagement ring?

Yeah, so?

That's pretty generous,

considering she left you at the altar.

What, are you insinuating something?

Maybe you felt guilty.

About what?

She left me.

We done?

♪ ♪

You know what I think?

He paid somebody to r*pe her?

Yeah, so did the others.

Yeah, this is starting
to feel like a pattern.

Robbie.

- Detective Muncy.
- You got something for us?

Uh, two clockwise rotations
forward, one back.

- And what does that mean?
- The welding pattern.

/ inch square tube steel,

welded with a wire-feed MIG welder.

Guy definitely has welding experience.

Based on what I'm seeing,

I'd say he has years of experience.

- You find any prints?
- No.

But there are serial numbers

printed on the steel stock.

Real Time Crime should
be able to trace the source.

Yeah.

I got something
I need you to take a look at.

- What is that?
- It's a door,

from the Singhs' restaurant.

Elias welded it.
It's probable cause.

Robbie, I need you to do me a favor.

- Anything.
- You said welders have a signature.

Can you tell me
if these two autographs match?

♪ ♪

Two forward, one back.

Hot-rolled steel, wired with a MIG.

It's the same welder.

♪ ♪

Brooklyn vic, Maria Varga, ,

part-time student, works as a nanny.

Got assaulted on the job.

The kids were asleep in the next room.

So she recently broke up with somebody,

had a stalker, something like that?

Not according to the police report.

Everything else goes to pattern.

Stranger, knew her name, took a selfie.

Maybe the exception
that proves the rule?

Maybe we don't know the whole story.

Maria Varga?

Ethan, go play on the playground.
I'll be right over here.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hi, I'm Sergeant Tutuola.
This is Detective Velasco.

We spoke on the phone.

Like I said, I don't know what else

I could tell the cops.

This will only take a few minutes.

I can't lose this job.

We understand.
We're police officers.

I'll keep an eye on him.

- You caught this pig?
- Not yet,

but we have some new leads.

Do you mind going over
what happened again?

This was a week ago?
You started a new nanny job?

The parents went out to dinner.

I was watching TV.

I put the kids to bed.

There was a knock on the door.

I went and opened it just a cr*ck,

and he pushed his way in.

Can you describe him?

Latino.

He had a Kn*fe.

He told me that if I resisted,
he would s*ab the kids.

Did he know your name?

He took my ID out of my bag,

like he was making sure it was me.

When he was done, he took a selfie.

Brooklyn SVU said
that they found a DNA match,

but that it couldn't have been the guy.

How so?

It was a match for a convict

who'd been in Green Haven for years.

Well, you told Brooklyn SVU
you had no men in your life,

no boyfriend, husband,
no recent breakups.

No.
I'm single...

- After Derek.
- Derek?

The father of the last family
I was a nanny for.

He came on to me.

We hooked up once.

But I quit the next day.

Does Derek know you have a new job?

He... he tried
to call me multiple times,

but I blocked his number.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God, Maria was r*ped?

You didn't know?

How would I?

When was the last time
you spoke to her?

Look, I don't know what she told you...

She told us everything.

Oh.

Okay, then you know that I screwed up.

But I'm making amends...

To my kids, to my wife...

- Why'd you keep calling Maria?
- To apologize.

Where were you Saturday night?

Home with my wife.

Is she gonna back up that alibi?

I swear to God, I had nothing to do

with Maria being att*cked.

I'll take a lie detector test,

give a DNA sample, whatever it takes.

So Rose Bergman, she's .

She was r*ped in the parking garage

at her psychiatrist's office
two months ago.

- They recover any DNA?
- Well, there's, you know,

touch DNA on the dashboard, but,

there's nothing in the system,
and not a match

to either one of our r*pes.

Is there anybody in Rose's life

who had a reason to wanna harm her?

Well, I'm gonna take a wild guess here

and say her soon-to-be ex,
Harvey Bergman.

She recently filed for divorce.

So they were married for years.

There's no prenup.

His net worth is in the millions.

- So millions of reasons.
- Yeah.

- Help you?
- I'm Captain Benson,

Manhattan SVU.

This is ADA Carisi.

Rose said you'd be stopping by.

- And you are?
- Harvey Bergman.

Uh, come on in.
Rose is in the kitchen.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Harvey was really there
for me after my att*ck.

I was pretty shaken up.

Of course.
I can understand that.

So, you two are back together?

He's changed.

But you initiated the
divorce proceedings?

Because of his anger issues.

But I don't see any of that now.

He's a...

He's a sweetheart.

So I read the case file
on your as*ault,

but I was hoping that...

That you could go through the...

The details again with me.

I was out of town at the time,

uh, in Atlantic City with my buddies.

As soon as I heard, I raced right home.

- Okay.
- You guys have any leads?

Well, we're still working the case.

Anything I can do, anything at all.

I have receipts, uh,
from the restaurants,

uh, the casino.

- Usually keep those?
- I never should've gone, I...

I never should've left Rosie alone.

But I'm here now, and I'm...

I'm never leaving her again.

♪ ♪

Carisi, you're hovering.

I can't stop thinking about this case.

You mean our mosaic of cases.

Yeah, that's the problem.

If these assaults are all connected,

then I've gotta find some way
to link 'em all together,

and right now all we have is a...

A plethora of victims
and a dearth of evidence.

Well, I hate to make your night worse,

but I checked in with Queens SVU

about the Bergman case.

- And?
- If Harvey Bergman

hired somebody to r*pe his wife,

there's absolutely no
evidence whatsoever.

I looked into him as well.

By all accounts,
this guy is a normal citizen.

He's got two kids, one went
to Yale, one went to Princeton.

But something went wrong.

Rose filed for divorce.

So he hired someone to r*pe her?

Carisi,

if you and I have learned
anything on this job,

it's that everyone is capable
of doing the unthinkable.

Yeah, even when they're % good.

It's that damn %.

Exactly.
It's enough to...

To keep you up at night.

Why do I feel like we're not talking

about Harvey Bergman anymore?

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

You know, Liv,

I know that I'm...
I'm gonna be a great father.

I-I know that.

Aw, but?

♪ ♪

Do you know that babies
have this thing called, um,

meconium?

Evidently, it's
the first diaper change.

Black tar poop.

[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

I mean, I've been a father to Billie.

Been a father to Jesse.

But, I never lived
through anything like that.

Oh, you're doubting yourself.

A sliver.

Carisi, stop litigating this
in your head.

This baby is gonna test you for sure,

and, not just with diapers.

But if there's one thing
that I know about you,

it's that you're gonna
show up every day

like you did here,

like you do in court.

And you're gonna do the work.

And nobody gets worse with practice.

So you're saying,

this meconium thing,
this happens more than once?

Oh, yeah.

Hey.
You got this.

All right, so Real Time Crime
traced the serial number

on the square stock to some
construction supply house,

who said it got
delivered to this church.

Find the metal, find the welder.

- You mean find Elias.
- Looks like it.

- Are you gonna be okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Then let's go, Cagney.
- Oh, I'm Cagney now?

- Lacey had kids.
- Definitely Cagney vibes.

You know what was so great
about them as partners?

No, but I'm sure
you're about to tell me.

Fence isn't finished.

If you're here for confessions,

priest will be back tomorrow.

Maybe another time.

This is a nice fence, though.
Who you got working on it?

Found him online.

You in need of a welder?

Uh, what's his name?

What's this about?

This is a police investigation.

Okay.

Wanna talk to him?

Cellar door's around back.

- He lives here?
- He needed a place to stay.

Father Joe gave him the basement.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪ ♪

NYPD!

Is anyone here?

Hello?

♪ ♪

Hello!

It's the vic's wallet.

NYPD.
Come out now.

[CARTOON SOUND EFFECTS PLAYING]

Everything's clear.

[METALLIC BANGING]

Muncy...

Elias?

Hey.

I know you.

You hit me.

I had to get eight stitches.

But you got a hard head, right?

Elias Olsen, you're under arrest.

You're coming with us now.

You called me names.

You hurt me.

Hands up, turn around.

You're bad.

- Freeze!
- Put that down.

- We just wanna talk.
- I said freeze.

Look, I lost my temper with you,

at the grocery store and in court.

- Muncy.
- You're right.

I hurt you.

But I'm not here to do it again.

Okay?

What I did was bad.

And I'm sorry.

But you did something bad, too,
didn't you?

What do you want?

We wanna help you.

- You do?
- We do.

But you gotta put that hammer down.

Come on.

Good.

Take a step back.

Hands behind your back.

Okay, turn around.

♪ ♪

- I need another pair.
- You got it.

All right.

Let's go.

Come on.

♪ ♪

We're looking at some kind
of market for revenge r*pe.

I mean, none of these women
have anything in common,

other than an ex,

who wants to get back at them.

So you're saying these men somehow paid

each perp to r*pe a
woman they used to love?

Well, it's likely these transactions

were conducted online anonymously.

So TARU is doing a deep dive

into their social media connections.

Yeah, and in the meantime,
I'm working on getting

warrants for laptops, for phones.

But I don't have to tell you guys,

this case is gonna be tough to prove.

Unless we get somebody to cr*ck.

Hey, if they come in
voluntarily, that's great.

But I don't have enough to arrest 'em.

Captain.

Muncy.

I was right about Elias Olsen.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪ ♪

Where is she?

I wanna talk to her.

Muncy?
She's here.

But right now you're dealing with us.

And it won't take long
if you cooperate.

- That's why we're here, Detective.
- Okay, good.

Now answer me,

have you ever been
to Vesuvius Bakery on Prince Street?

- Once.
- You see this guy there?

- I don't know.
- We found him in a cage,

surrounded by the same candy

that we found in your room, Elias!

And you had his wallet too.

Answer them, Elias.

He was mean.

Bumped into me, didn't say sorry.

Everybody's mean sometimes, Elias.

But you were never mean
to those girls in Fishkill.

That was all your father.

And I bet your father
was real mean to you

when you were growing up.

That's why you hurt that guy.

Yes!
That's why I wired up his balls!

Where is she?

I wanna talk to her.

Well, after that confession,

I'm assuming you have enough
to put Elias away.

Multiple counts of kidnapping,

as*ault in the first,
two counts of m*rder.

I don't care what Carter tries.

This guy's doing life.

Very good work, Detective.

You okay?

- Doesn't feel as good as I thought.
- It never does.

But like Carisi said, good work, huh?

Just got a call from the lab.

OC is working two murders.

DNA from both scenes
matches one of our r*pes.

- Which one?
- The nanny, Maria Varga.

Elliot Stabler is the lead
detective on the case.

Thanks.
I have to make a call.

- [SCREAMING] Where is she?
- [GLASS SHATTERS]

Oh, my God!

- [ELIAS GROWLING]
- Muncy, no!

Muncy!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You said you were gonna help me!

- Let go of her!
- Come on, man.

- Let go!
- You lied!

- Let go of her!
- You're bad!

- Let go!
- [GASPING]

You're bad!

[GASPS AND COUGHS]

You're bad!

You're bad!

[TENSE MUSIC]

[SOBBING] You're bad.

You guys okay?

Yeah!

♪ ♪

Where'd the captain run off to?

She had to meet a friend.

That's not the big guy's
blood again, is it?

No, it's mine this time.

You know, Muncy,
it's okay not to be okay.

It's just a scratch from the glass.

I'm not talking about that.

Your temper in court,

all that stuff
that went down with Velasco.

It's been a hell of a year.

Yeah, I guess.
I've been through worse.

Losing a mother can do that to you.

However bad my childhood was,

it's nothing compared to Elias'.

You really feel bad for that guy, huh?

Yeah.
He's sympathetic in a way.

- But irredeemable.
- Yeah.

I did promise him I'd help, though,

so I feel kind of bad for lying.

You did help him, putting him away.

He gets free psych eval,
all paid for by the state.

- Good night, Muncy.
- Wait, Sarge.

I wanted to thank you.

- For what?
- When I was in that church,

I thought about
something you said to me.

I say a lot.

The Policeman's Prayer...

Dear Lord, get me out of this one,

I promise I'll never do it again.

I appreciate that, Muncy,
but don't thank me or the Lord.

You got that done.

That was all you.

You good?

I will be when people
stop asking me that.

Detective.

Thank you for meeting me.

Captain.

It's good to see you.

You too.

- How's Noah?
- He's good.

He's good.
Everything's good.

And you?

You know, the last time
we saw each other, that was a...

That was a bad time for me.

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

Worse timing for me.

♪ ♪

I know that you were just
trying to make me feel safe.

I think we both felt that.

Just not the right moment.

Oh.

You're investigating this BX banger

- for two murders, right?
- Yeah.

Ring out of Green Haven.

Inmates get furloughed
to go out and do a hit.

CO behind it, he gets the cash,
they get cigarettes.

So you think this guy,
Junior Suarez, could've

- r*ped my vic?
- Well, who is she?

A young nanny
with no criminal connections.

When?

About a week ago.

Well, that's about the time
that he got furloughed

and did the hit
that we're investigating,

some lady in Staten Island.

Was that one personal?

HOA president, not well-liked.

Still looking into it.

How 'bout yours?

Well, he knew her name.

And he took a selfie.

Sounds like he's trying
to prove to somebody

that the job was done.

So we caught a couple other r*pes

that Suarez had nothing to do with,

but, they also took selfies.

I've heard of m*rder for hire.

I've never heard of r*pe for hire.

Revenge for hire.

That's why I called you.

I think you and I
are working the same case

from opposite ends.

Okay, partner.

Okay.

♪ ♪