(male announcer) 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.
[crickets chirping]
Stop.
[laughing] Why?
Can't we go to your house?
My parents are home.
I want my first time to be special.
What could be more special than Central Park?
The Four Seasons.
[twig snaps]
[snap]
[dog barks] [girl screams]
What the hell?
(girl) Grab his leash!
What, boy? What's wrong?
Nice timing, Marmaduke.
He's really wound up. I know how he feels.
Hey, mister.
Is this your dog?
[gasping hoarsely]
Oh, my God.
Are you okay? What's wrong?
Who did this to you?
[gasping continues]
I'll call 911.
Were you raped?
[gasping harder]
[stops breathing]
(Stabler) What'd she say?
Nothing.
When I asked if she was raped,
she nodded her head yes.
And you didn't see who attacked her?
Just his back.
He was running away.
Okay, well, you two know you shouldn't be
in the park this late, right?
Mahoney, give 'em a ride home?
(Mahoney) Sure thing.
Come on guys. I'll take you home.
Three bags full, huh? Yep.
One's an ATM card from the victim's pocket.
Name's Danielle Masoner.
Bank should be able to give us her address. What else you got?
Receipt from CafÃ© Gabriel,
which is probably where she got this.
A coffee cup.
It was on the concrete a few feet from where she fell.
This is time-stamped at 9:18.
That's about an hour ago.
Probably the last stop she made.
Mm-hmm.
(Stabler) Our outcry witness says she was raped.
No fluids.
But I'll run a kit.
She's pretty bruised up.
Put up a fight.
No scleral petechiae.
So we can rule out strangulation.
The kids who found her said she was gasping for breath.
Some scratches,
but no bruising on her throat,
and no cervical damage.
So no broken neck. Definitely.
Well, what do you think?
Woman goes for a walk in the park with her dog.
Perp jumps out of the bushes and attacks.
She has a coronary.
Literally scared to death.
[footsteps]
Danielle's been modeling since she was a kid.
Was the most beautiful woman I ever saw.
Did she always walk the dog alone at night?
No.
She felt safe with Lucy.
I went with her unless I was rehearsing.
You're an actor? No.
I run a dance company called Radialus.
I'm the artistic director and choreographer.
I'm gonna need a recent photo of Dani.
Dani?
I'm the only one who called her that.
I'm sorry.
Danielle.
Take your pick. [doorbell rings]
(Naomi) Oh, Wes.
(Glenn) We're so sorry.
Cops are here.
I'm Detective Stabler.
Glenn Cheales, hi.
This is my wife Naomi.
I was at rehearsal with Wesley when you called.
Are you a dancer also?
No, they're the artistic ones.
I'm just a computer nerd.
So what happened? Right now, we don't know.
Our medical examiner seems to think
she might have had a heart attack.
(Warner) There was no coronary damage.
Then what killed her?
I don't know.
Well, there's gotta be some explanation.
If she had a seizure disorder,
maybe sudden death in epilepsy?
Well, her husband said Danielle was in perfect health.
I don't know. She was a model.
Could it be drugs?
No needle marks, and the tox screen was clean.
Rape kit? Negative.
Your witnesses must have interrupted the perp.
Well, I'd like something to tell Wesley Masoner
about what killed his wife.
So would I, Elliot. I'll keep at it.
So you working this alone?
Yeah.
Where's Detective Beck?
Uh, Dani went back to warrants.
You gettin' another new partner?
[laughs]
They've run out.
Melinda...
Could it have been an allergic reaction
to something she ate?
She was a model, Elliot.
The only thing in her stomach was coffee.
(barista) That's me serving her last night.
(Stabler) Danielle ever come in with anyone?
Not that I noticed.
(Stabler) Who's that?
Local homeless guy. Likes our coffee.
Loves our heat.
Seems to be eyeballing her pretty hard.
He ever bother her?
No, she usually bought him a cup of coffee.
Think he had a little crush on her.
Really?
(Cragen) Some sleep and fresh eyes would probably help.
Nah, I'm good.
You've watched that tape a dozen times.
I just wanna make sure I can ID him when I see him.
Where you planning to look?
Well, there's a...
homeless camp in a tunnel near the spot
where she was killed, so...
If you're gonna stake out Central Park,
you take somebody along.
Well, you offering to be my partner?
I'm not your type.
[chuckles]
I don't know.
Maybe I'd have better luck with a guy.
Women keep leaving me.
You may have another chance.
Oh, Dani change her mind?
No.
Olivia's back.
Sir.
I'm a police officer.
I'd like to talk to you a minute.
What's your name?
Put your hands on the cart, please.
Put your hands on the cart.
Do you have any sharp objects or needles in your pockets?
What's the matter? You're not gonna talk to me?
[mumbles]
What's your name?
Is this how you pick your prey?
[grunts]
[grunting and panting]
[panting]
(man) You beat up a guy
who can't talk.
He has a severe case of Broca's aphasia.
(Stabler) What's that?
Speech disorder caused by a stroke.
Mr. Keener's memory and cognitive function are intact.
But he can barely form words.
Well, if he can't speak, how do you know his name?
Well, we've been treating him here for two years.
[sighs]
What's he doing living in a tunnel?
He was a successful attorney.
He lost his job, then his insurance,
and he's been homeless ever since.
After two years on the street,
he perceives everything as a threat.
Well, he attacked me.
Mm-hmm.
The Halidol calmed him down.
You can talk to him now.
How am I gonna interview him if he can't speak?
(Stabler) Is that you next to Danielle?
No.
Is that a man or a w--
Okay, that's a man.
Is that the man who hurt Danielle?
[groans]
What color is his hair?
Is it black?
What's--I don't know what that is.
Is it red? How 'bout red?
Is it the color of my hair? Is it brown?
Like that?
You here to give me a hand?
Well, Cragen called me.
After what you did last night,
I've been assigned to be your handler.
The guy pulled a knife on me.
Your hair.
Is it--is it-- the color, is it like mine?
Is it brown?
[growls]
(Benson) Shake, turn.
S-salt? Salt-and-pepper?
His hair is salt-and-pepper.
[groans]
[groans louder]
Red? [banging on board]
[groans]
[groaning]
That's okay. We're getting somewhere.
[continues groaning]
Break. Break.
Broken arm.
(Benson) Coffee cup.
Coffee shop. Co--
Coffee shop.
[whimpers]
Okay, so the man that we're looking for
with the salt-and-pepper hair and the broken arm
you saw in the coffee shop.
So why couldn't Dani cut it?
Couldn't deal with the victims.
But you liked working with her.
She didn't have to handle me.
How'd you like working alone?
I didn't.
Check out the guy who just came through the door.
Looks like a bad break.
Yeah.
How'd it happen?
None of your business.
Yeah, it is.
[grunting]
I would never hurt Danielle.
She's one of my closest friends.
How close?
Until a couple weeks ago, I was living with her and Wes.
Why, you new in town? No, no, no.
Born and raised.
My boyfriend and I broke up.
He got--he got the co-op,
and, uh, Danielle just took me in.
So to thank her, you took her out
for a cup of coffee and a beating?
No, we met for coffee,
and out of nowhere,
she just had a seizure and collapsed.
So you just let her die on the concrete?
No, no, I ran for help.
[groans]
You're a liar.
There was only one 911 call that night.
Why you gotta be so rough?
Because you still got one good arm left to break.
You know, my partner's got
a real anger management problem.
I thought he had it under control,
but apparently, I was wrong.
Well, trust me.
I've had a bad couple weeks here.
Seriously. He will break your arm.
All right.
I wanted to help Danielle,
but I didn't know what to do.
I saw some kids coming back with the dog.
I figured they'd call 911, so I took off.
(Stabler) Why?
I was a little paranoid. About what?
I might have had a small amount
of recreational drugs in my system.
You let your friend die
because you were high, after this woman
took you in when you had no place to go?
It was Motel Hell.
You see what happened to my arm?
Her husband tossed me down the stairs.
For no good reason, right?
I accused the bastard of cheating on Danielle.
With who?
I don't know.
Well, then, how do you know he was cheating?
I overheard them having phone sex.
(Benson) Did you tell Danielle?
No.
Wes said he'd kill me if I ever opened my mouth.
I mean, you see what he did to my arm?
Did he ever threaten Danielle?
He told whoever he was on the phone with
that he'd be a free man soon.
I didn't think he'd kill her.
Hi, there. Can I help you?
No, no, no. Stop, stop, stop!
Awful, terrible, crap!
Erica, go back to Baltimore,
where nobody cares if you're two counts behind
and 20 pounds overweight.
Mr.-- From the top.
Mr. Masoner. Detective.
I'm surprised to see you back at work after your loss.
Well, it's the only thing
that keeps my mind off Danielle.
Look, I'll be right with you.
Uh, we're just about to take a five-minute break.
No, you're gonna take it now.
It's gonna be a lot longer. We open next week.
Mr. Masoner, I'm sure you can make room
on your dance card for me.
I am not having an affair.
Not anymore.
You can only cheat on the living.
I didn't kill my wife.
And I never cheated on her.
Oh, her friend Steve says you did.
He's a pathological liar.
With a broken arm that you gave him.
When he caught you cheating on Danielle.
He didn't catch me doing anything.
I caught him. Doing what?
Lines of coke off my glass coffee table.
So he just fell down the stairs on his own?
He tripped down the stairs,
in every sense of the word.
[door opens]
Why does it come as no surprise
that you started this interview without me?
We were just consulting with Mr. Masoner
about his wife's death.
Hoping he'll solve it for you?
You can't even figure out how she died.
We know it's a homicide.
Tarot cards?
Or did you call the psychic hotline?
Are you through? Yeah. You got nothing.
My client lost his wife.
And you've lost your mind if you think he had
anything to do with this senseless tragedy.
If you've built anything resembling a case,
give me a call.
In the meantime, give this grieving husband
time to mourn.
Well, that sucked.
Danquiss knows we have no evidence.
We need the mistress.
What's Masoner's alibi for the time of the murder?
Said he was at rehearsal all night.
Well, let's check that with members
of the dance company.
I already met one of them.
Naomi Cheales.
(Stabler) Mr. and Mrs. Cheales.
Detective Stabler.
And this is, uh, Detective Benson.
Got a few questions for you.
Come in.
[beeps]
(Benson) That's a neat trick.
I built the system for keyless entry.
I keep an RFID chip in my wallet.
Oh. How's it work?
Radio frequency identification.
One of my husband's hobbies.
Ask him about his robot maid.
Pretty soon, I'll be spending all day at the spa.
Honey, better get this stuff in the kitchen.
Ice cream. Yeah.
Here, I'll help you.
Thank you. Sure.
Naomi's exaggerating.
It's not a robot.
It's just a voice-activated vacuum cleaner.
You build gadgets, huh?
What's Wesley Masoner do for fun?
What do you mean?
Well, we keep hearing about this affair of his.
Who told you that?
Okay, so you knew about it?
No.
Glenn, come on.
Danielle was your friend.
Just tell me the truth.
I feel like I'd be breaking the guy code of silence.
You'd be breaking the law.
Obstruction of justice.
Was Wesley cheating on his wife?
Yes.
No.
Every time I saw them,
he was like a love-struck schoolboy.
Sounds like the perfect marriage.
It was.
They were a great couple.
So there's no chance
that Wesley ever cheated on Danielle?
No.
He cheated on her all the time.
So there were other affairs.
Nothing like this one.
He said this one was the love of his life.
And does this one have a name?
Jen. Jen what?
I don't know.
Address, profession?
All I know is Jen.
So you get an affair, I get a fairy tale.
Wonder what Dani would have said?
Dani? The victim.
Danielle.
That's what-- I just said that.
Something bothering you?
No.
Hey, here's the contact list
for the members of Masoner's dance company.
Any Jens or Jennifers?
Stage manager's name is Geneva Dworkin.
I don't date guys.
And nobody ever calls me Gen.
What's your name?
Detective.
Was Wesley here the night his wife died?
He's here every night.
He get any action on the side?
In the aisles, in the wings.
One time I saw him up in the catwalk.
He always date women from this company?
Every season, there's a new wide-eyed ingenue.
[cell phone rings] Yeah? Current one named Jen?
I don't know.
Either he's being more discreet,
or he's dancing solo.
Or he's dating someone outside the company.
Stabler.
Do you remember if he took a break that night?
Dinner break,
from 8:00 to 9:30.
But he spent it in his office.
(Stabler) You sure about that?
Warner's got something for us.
(Warner) Oh, so you're recycling
old partners.
Old? Welcome back, Liv.
What's so important?
Just Cause of Death.
Danielle's tox screen came back positive.
You said it was clean.
For the standard drugs.
I ran a more comprehensive test.
She was poisoned.
With what?
A lethal dose of a chemical called dieldrin.
It's banned in the U.S.
Was it put in her coffee?
No.
Wearing protective gloves,
he probably rubbed it on her skin.
Here.
I missed the dieldrin irritation
because it was covered by a bruise.
The poison causes bruising?
No, dieldrin induces violent seizures,
which could explain why your witness thought
Danielle was nodding yes to being raped.
And why her clothes got ripped up.
Can you tell when she was poisoned?
No more than 30 minutes
before she collapsed.
That's around the time she got to the coffee shop.
(Stabler) Pause it.
She's rubbing something off her arm.
Dieldrin?
Poisoned just before she came in?
Syncs up with the time Wes was taking
that dinner break in the office.
So he snuck out, put the poison on her,
and got back before he was missed.
Why not get a divorce?
'Cause there's no money in that.
Hey, Liv.
I should've brought some "welcome back" cupcakes.
I ran Danielle Masoner's financials.
You don't have to be Heidi Klum to rake in the dough.
Danielle Masoner made a lot of money.
Paychecks from Vanguardienne, Duce.
These are top fashion magazines.
She was making over seven figures.
But Wesley Masoner's
dance company can't make payroll
without a sugar mama.
Guess who that is?
Danielle Masoner.
(Stabler) Bankrolled her husband for ten grand a month.
(Munch) But her estate's worth much more than that.
If she's gone, he gets it all.
That explains why
my four exes never made good on their threats.
There's nothing to inherit.
Well, except for your Warren Commission memorabilia.
I'll call Novak,
see if I can get a warrant to toss the loft.
(Masoner) You won't find anything.
I'd never hurt my wife.
You mean you wouldn't throw her down the stairs
and break her arm.
You're smarter than that.
He's not smart enough to get rid of these.
Got Neoprene gloves.
And dieldrin.
That's not mine.
I've never seen that before.
Why are you harassing me?
(Naomi) Hello, my love.
Sorry I'm late.
My cab was--
Naomi.
Or should we call you Jen?
Wesley didn't kill Danielle.
You two were doing the mattress mambo.
You're covering for him. He's not a murderer.
And you're not a liar.
Are you, Jen?
What's with the code name?
Wes only used it when he was talking to my husband.
[sighs]
He, uh, got off on telling Glenn
about our sex life.
I asked him to stop.
How considerate of you.
Who are you to judge?
You don't know the first thing about me.
Well, I know you've been lying to us for three days.
About an affair, not a murder.
They're connected.
Your boyfriend's wife is dead.
I was with him in his office when she died.
He couldn't have done it.
Well, then, there's only one possible explanation.
That you and Wesley killed her together.
(Wesley) Naomi didn't kill anyone.
Neither did I.
How many times do I have to say it?
Till you're blue in the face,
but you're still going to Attica.
I think I missed something.
How did you jump from adultery to murder?
Same way your client did.
With the help of a poison called dieldrin.
Vial under your sink.
You telling Naomi you'd be a free man soon.
Damn it, I didn't mean it like that!
Enough, darling.
Let's step outside.
You got the dots, but you can't connect them.
Sure I can. I've got the poison.
You can't link the dieldrin and my client.
It's circumstantial. Wife dead.
Rare poison found under husband's sink.
I'll take that kind of circumstantial
over three eyewitnesses any day.
Convenient, though, isn't it?
My client had never seen that vial
until Detective Stabler discovered it.
Are you saying I planted evidence?
I'm not ruling it out.
You are a piece of work, Counselor.
The dieldrin could have been left there
by the previous tenant.
The Masoners only moved into that loft
eight months ago.
Do juries always believe these fairy tales
you make up?
Like I'm Tinker Bell.
(Novak) It's a gigantic load of crap, Stella.
Even for you.
Do you know something I don't?
Did you find my client's fingerprints
on the vial or anywhere near the crime scene?
Didn't think so.
Bottom line is, you can't put Masoner
anywhere near Danielle at the time of her murder.
He was with his mistress.
Unsavory, unpleasant, but true.
(Danquiss) Now that your gang's all here,
I'll let you get back to destroying
the integrity of our criminal justice system.
Man, I tell you, she leaves,
the room temperature goes up five degrees.
Naomi swears that she and Wesley were together.
It's gonna be a tough alibi to break
if nobody saw them leave the theater.
We have to tie him to the dieldrin.
Warner said it's banned in the U.S.
Wesley take any recent European vacations?
No, but why go overseas?
These days, you can buy anything over the Internet.
Let's see if Uncle Sam's been watching.
I love to see my tax dollars at work.
(Hellerman) Homeland Security keeps tabs
on illegal chemical sales worldwide.
They're cheap and dangerous as hell.
They're an attractive weapon for terrorists.
Have you ever heard of dieldrin?
Pesticide.
Killed a few endangered species
and a farmer or two.
Been banned here since '87.
Well, is it easy to get domestically?
Not even for a pretty lady.
Out of production a long time.
But still available to bioweaponry enthusiasts
on the Asian black market.
Or on the Internet.
Yeah, we recently busted an outfit in Jakarta,
and we're moving in on two more.
One in Bangkok, another in Kanagawa, Japan.
Can you cross-check our suspect with their shipping records?
Anything for you.
Name.
Wesley Masoner.
[beeping]
[clicking]
He's not in the Jakarta records.
But we've got MUIR databank access
for the other two.
[beeping]
Kanagawa's a hit.
Behind door number three is one vial of dieldrin,
paid for by your man Masoner.
I'll print you a copy of the shipping receipt.
[cell phone ringing]
It's Kathy. Gotta take this.
Thank you for your help, Agent Hellerman.
Yeah, you bet.
So listen, uh,
I got a wild idea.
How 'bout you and me--
Why don't you save your energy to hunt terrorists?
Everything okay?
Dickey got suspended
for busting some kid's lip open.
Oh, look at you, glowing with fatherly pride.
Just glad you and Kathy are still talking.
Do you have the shipping receipt?
Yeah, right here.
Congratulations, Mr. Masoner.
Three weeks ago, you became the proud owner
of a 2-gram vial of dieldrin.
I never bought any dieldrin.
Oh, so you didn't use your credit card
to order it?
And you didn't sign for the delivery?
Well, somebody stole my credit card.
Forged my signature.
Okay, we call this the icing on the cake.
I didn't do it!
What the hell is going on?!
(Danquiss) Don't say another word.
(Novak) For once, your lawyer's right.
I don't need a confession.
I have enough evidence to put this down clean.
We'll see.
Danquiss will push
for Man 2.
Yeah, right, using the Twinkie defense.
Probably extreme emotional disturbance.
You think the jury'll fall for it?
Not if you help me line up witnesses
who'll testify to what a creep Masoner is.
Well, that shouldn't be too hard, huh?
(Glenn) Detectives.
May I speak with you?
I'll be up in my office.
What's up?
Well, I know this might sound crazy
and, uh, a little paranoid.
But ever since Danielle was killed--
I don't know, I...
Glenn, what's wrong?
My wife didn't come home last night.
You think something might've happened to her?
She didn't call you?
You know where she is?
(Stabler) She's here.
Why?
You need to talk to her.
Good call.
I figured she'd be more likely to talk
if he confronted her.
How could you do this to me?
I felt smothered.
Why didn't you tell me? I tried.
You wouldn't listen.
I love you.
You don't love me.
You--you want to control me.
They're not the same thing.
You're surrounded by artists.
Talented people.
I've always asked myself...
[laughs softly]
why did you choose me?
Because I loved you.
[sighs]
But you never believed it.
I just couldn't take your insecurities.
They pushed me away.
To who?
To Wes?
To your boss?
What, were you gonna sleep
your way to stardom?
I'm sorry. Did you screw him in our home?
No. In our bed?
No, I would never do that.
Just shut up!
I don't wanna hear it!
Glenn.
Glenn, wait!
[quietly] Oh, what a mess.
Naomi, look.
What you did is not the worst thing in the world.
Things happen.
People fall in and out of love all the time.
I thought Wes would help me.
He said I could dance two leads.
Every season.
I feel terrible.
I didn't want Glenn to find out like this.
Naomi, are you okay? I--
[gasping] I--
You okay?
I--
Whoa--
This is Detective Olivia Benson.
She's not breathing.
I need a bus at Manhattan SVU right away.
Here you go.
Oh, I don't drink soda anymore.
Any other major changes you wanna let me in on?
Well, you're the one who traded in
your suits for jeans.
Maybe you should tell me.
I'm just trying to stay comfortable.
So what do you think?
Wesley poison her?
Well, she's got the same symptoms as Danielle.
Detectives, we have stabilized
Mrs. Cheales, but her condition may worsen.
She was poisoned, right?
No.
She had Alpha-1 Antitrypsin Deficiency.
It's a genetic condition
that slowly eats away at the liver.
She's been ill for some time.
Is that why she collapsed today?
No, her blood pressure plummeted
due to an infection in her shoulder.
From what?
An un-sterile injection.
What kind of doctor would do that?
Yeah, good question.
I excised this from her shoulder.
I don't know what it is.
Uh, that's an RFID chip.
And I think we know who put it there.
Naomi doesn't.
I asked her.
So whoever did this to her must've injected it
while she was unconscious.
High-tech way of keeping tabs on your cheating wife.
Guy invented a ho-jack.
If Glenn's been tracking Naomi, he's known about the affair
for a while.
Computer geek like Glenn
can probably get his hands on dieldrin.
Glenn framed his wife's lover for murder.
If you don't install the service pack on the cluster,
you leave the network vulnerable to a back-orifice attack.
(Stabler) That must hurt.
(Glenn) Hello, detectives.
You don't look surprised to see us.
Please don't make a scene.
I work here.
Not for long.
Glenn Cheales, you're under arrest.
I didn't kill Danielle Masoner.
Oh, we'll get to that.
We're here about your wife.
What the hell are you talking about?
Why would you implant
an RFID chip in your wife's shoulder?
I was keeping tabs on her.
Keeping tabs on her? She's a human being.
You're aware of that, huh? Not a pet?
She was cheating on me.
That doesn't give you the right to tag her.
RFID is the wave of the future.
I'm just ahead of the curve.
In 15 years, everyone will be implanted with a chip.
Really?
Where do I sign up to opt out of that?
The backwards attitude of a typical Luddite.
You're not even capable
of understanding this technology.
(male officer) It's simple.
This is an RFID chip reader.
Glenn installed it in a lock mechanism.
Yeah, he said it was for keyless entry.
Well, it can also be used to record
come and go times if somebody's wearing a chip.
Or has one implanted.
This reader's only part of the puzzle.
So what are the other pieces?
Two more chip readers.
I pulled this one from the door
at Wesley Masoner's loft
and this last one from the entrance to the dance theater.
Checkpoints. Exactly.
Each of these kept a record
of each time Naomi went through a door.
He had her coming and going.
So how did Glenn get the information
from the readers?
Wireless uploader for travel data
on any computer or PDA.
(Benson) This is Glenn's hand-held.
He uploaded her travel data and analyzed her movements.
He knew exactly when she was with Wes.
(Munch) Technology's made it easier than ever
to spy on anyone.
Family members, even strangers.
(Stabler) Not everyone's a snoop, Munch.
Do you use spyware to monitor your kids?
Do you?
There's no way my kids surf the net
if I don't know where they're going.
Yeah, you call it concerned parent.
I call it Big Brother.
Glenn Cheales is not a concerned parent.
He's a killer who tracks his wife like cattle.
And now we have to link him to Danielle Masoner's death.
You can't prove anything.
(Stabler) We can't prove you killed Danielle Masoner, huh?
It's all adding up, Glenn.
We've got the RFID chip from Naomi's shoulder.
You know, I smell another murder charge.
What do you mean?
See, here's the problem with these techie types.
They sing the praises of new technology,
yet they have not a clue what it really costs.
Would you two just tell me what you're talking about?
Hey, what are you doing?
Let's go. Where?
Field trip.
(Benson) There's your RFID chip.
Your wave of the future in action.
(Glenn) You didn't tell me she was sick.
It's your fault.
You wanna play with needles?
You should learn to sterilize them.
What's wrong with her?
She's septic. Infection in the bloodstream.
Let me see her.
No, first you come clean.
You don't understand. She has a liver condition.
We know all about it.
Start talking.
I'll tell you everything.
Just let me see her.
I've gotta make her understand
why I did it.
Please.
(Naomi) How long has this chip been
in my shoulder?
(Glenn) Three weeks.
One night, before bed, I drugged your tea.
I never meant to hurt you.
Why did you do this?
I thought you were cheating on me.
I was right.
Do you feel better?
I was afraid I was gonna lose you.
I've never loved anyone as much as I love you.
Oh, God, you're so obsessed.
You killed Danielle.
You don't understand. No, I do.
You killed her to frame Wesley.
And now you've killed me, too.
Naomi, please.
I love you.
[heart monitor beeping]
[heart monitor stops] Naomi?
(woman over P.A.) Code Blue to 3 West...
We need a doctor in here now!
What's happening?
She's coding.
Save her. Come on, Glenn.
(woman) She's in shock.
(man) I can't get a pulse.
Don't let her die!
Glenn, while Naomi's still alive,
you're looking at assault.
You'd better talk now,
or you're facing double homicide.
Now, if you don't confess,
there's nothing that we can do to help you.
(man) She's asystolic.
(woman) Open the line.
I got it. I'm wide open.
I'm gonna need another IV setup here.
Wes took the love of my life, so I took his.
Charges over transport. I'll get it to monitor two.
I killed Danielle.
Crank up the oxygen--at 100.
(doctor) Let's go.
Come on, come on, come on! We gotta get her to ICU.
Let's go.
Where are they taking her? I've gotta go with her.
First you tell us what happened
the night you killed Danielle.
I followed her.
Pretended to run into her by accident.
Then I spilled some of the chemical onto her arm.
Put it under Wes's sink.
The next morning, after I met you.
Just tell me Naomi's gonna be okay.
Glenn Cheales, you're under arrest
for the murder of Danielle Masoner.
Get the hell outta here.
Your captain told me you'd be here.
I came to say, uh, thanks.
For bagging the right guy.
And screw you for putting me through hell.
(Stabler) Okay. Hi, Glenn.
Did you try to kill Naomi, too?
Huh?
Get him outta here!
We can't have him leave the hospital.
Come on.
Oof!
[grunting]
Enough, enough.
(Wesley) He's a murderer!
Get outta here!
Get out of here.
(Novak) What the hell were you thinking?
I don't follow you. Your procedure.
You took a suspect to the hospital
to visit his wife?
Well, it worked, didn't it? I got a confession.
Which may be thrown out due to your coercive tactics.
Oh, no, wait a minute.
This isn't charm school, Casey.
We were leaning on a killer.
You did more than lean.
Glenn Cheales is in central booking,
beat to hell.
Elliot broke it up. He took his time.
That is sloppy, reckless work.
W-what's the deal? You rusty?
Is this your first case back?
Hey, Casey, you're out of line.
And what's your excuse?
Are you done with the character assassination?
That depends.
You finished flushing my case down the toilet?
(Cragen) Naomi's doctor just called.
Her liver failed.
How much time does she have?
Without a transplant,
48 hours.
Is there any chance of a donor?
Only if we let a killer out of jail.
Her husband's a match.
They were tested years ago.
He can donate a lobe of his liver.
No, he can't.
Why not?
Because he copped to murder,
and you placed him under arrest.
He's no longer eligible to donate.
But he would have been
if you hadn't gotten him to confess.
So how do we make this right?
You can't.
Not without a special dispensation
from the Corrections Commissioner.
(Sablone) You want me to cut this guy loose
so a doc can cut him open?
[chuckles]
Absolutely not.
This woman is going to die.
And the guy responsible's
in my custody.
Cheales isn't going anywhere.
But we're talking about a trip to the hospital.
Not to Club Med.
Cheales is a murderer.
Right. You wanna be one too?
Your actions determine
whether a woman lives or dies.
There's no way in hell
that I can let him out to donate an organ.
He's a-a flight risk.
Look, the guy's trying to save his wife.
Inmate in Kentucky
wanted to donate his kidney
to his dying son.
Minute he got to the hospital, he ran.
Cheales will be
under constant guard.
Not with my men.
I don't have the manpower,
and I don't have the bucks.
Look, we will take full responsibility
for transporting him and guarding him.
That's very generous, but it doesn't matter.
I allow this,
tomorrow I'm drowning in requests
from every prisoner in this system
to be let out so they can donate their organs.
Naomi Cheales is an innocent woman
with 48 hours to live.
You have the power to save her.
Heard your surgery went okay.
Doc says she has a good chance.
I can do my time, knowing Naomi's gonna be alive.
Thank you.
I love you.
How you feeling?
Tired.
Are those from Wes?
My mom.
Wes hasn't even called.
Take care of yourself.
Detectives.
Tell Glenn I said thanks.
Love's a bitch.
Tell me about it.
You know, we've been partners all these years.
I don't even know your blood type.
A-positive.
How 'bout that? Me, too.
I'd give you a kidney.
Not if I gave you mine first.
( wolf howling )