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.
When we get home,
Mommy's going to fix you a nice piece of toast.
Would you like that?
Yes, you would.
Oh, good doggie.
I think I'll just leave that right there.
No one's even going to notice.
Come on, we're going home now.
Tootsie, come back here.
Where are you go--... Tootsie!
Oh, you bad doggie.
You know you're not supposed to dig
in other people's garbage.
Is that a fur coat?
Oh, yes it is.
Why would anyone
throw away...?
Oh, no...
Tootsie, get away.
Get away from her right now!
Victim's Livia Tellez, 23, from Queens.
Found her naked, pocketbook in the trash,
money and cards still in it.
Find her clothes?
Just wearing the fur.
Old bat wants it when you're done.
What's the story?
Hasn't been dead more than 12 hours.
No stab or gunshot wounds.
You can see the trauma
to the left side of her face and torso.
Beat her to death.
Rape kit?
Positive for fluids.
She was moved postmortem, too.
Lividity looks like she died on her back,
but she was on her side
when they found her.
Sounds like a dump job.
Question: why here?
She's got a boyfriend in the neighborhood.
He starts smacking her around.
She grabs the coat and tries to leave.
Or she's a high-priced call girl.
John's got some fantasy of her
showing up wearing nothing but the coat.
Only this time, the john's a psycho.
I'm guessing whatever she was,
she said something she shouldn't have.
How do you figure that?
Guy cut out her tongue.
I don't see it around here.
You might want to check out that dog.
Tootsie was such a big help. Weren't you?
Dug up the tenant application.
I didn't know her, but she seemed nice.
Pretty... pretty girl.
How long Ms. Tellez live here?
Little more than two years.
No problems, paid on time.
I don't see any references
or previous addresses.
Same with half the people in this building.
I figured she was illegal,
but then I say, "Hey, this whole country was founded by illegals
so who am I to judge?"
Where is she from?
Puerto Rico maybe, or Mexico.
I can't tell.
You say she lived here two years?
This place doesn't look very homey.
Wasn't home much.
Probably had a boyfriend,
but I never saw anybody.
Look, I got a leaky pipe to look at.
We'll let ourselves out.
Okay, you live like a monk.
How come somebody
wouldn't have any pictures
or knickknacks around?
Some of us appreciate simplicity.
Others of us lost the knickknacks
in the divorce settlement.
Look at this.
An airplane ticket stub from Miami,
dated the day she died...
This is where she spent all her money.
Dolce & Gabbana, Versace...
Gotta be 50 grand worth of ho gear here.
The hooker pays taxes: social security card.
She's not illegal.
TRW and Equifax both show no activity
on that social prior June 2001.
No bank accounts, no student loans, no jobs.
All of her credit cards
were issued around the same time also.
DMV says that Livia Tellez
was issued a New York State driver's license
same month, same year.
No prior driving record in any other state.
And nobody knew anything about this girl?
Neighbors were just passing acquaintances.
Vital statistics doesn't have anything on her
or any living relatives.
We can rule out identity theft.
Can't steal an identity
that didn't exist till a couple of years ago.
Everything that we've found
says that Livia Tellez just appeared out of nowhere.
What about witness protection?
We checked. She's not one of theirs.
Feel free to express your derision and ridicule,
but I'm gonna say it: spook.
I'm not ridiculing.
We probably got spies from every country
all over this city.
Before we call in the CIA,
let's see if the body can shed some light
on who this girl really was.
Tox screen came back positive for cocaine.
She have any tattoos,
anything that could help us identify her?
No prominent scarring or birthmarks.
But I did find this tangled in her hair.
The chain was broken, I imagine during the attack.
No prints on it other than her own.
Madonna and child, but I don't recognize the image.
That's a woman
with a halo holding a baby.
My mother had ten of them.
So she's a Catholic Latina.
That'll narrow it down.
Other than the face and torso wound,
there's a scrape on her leg.
I found slivers of fiberglass in it.
Well, that doesn't match anything CSU
found at the dump site.
Maybe it happened where she was attacked.
Maybe this will help you with the location.
Lab said they found a powdery substance
embedded in the fur.
I asked them to send it over--
I wanted to test my theory.
Cobalt thiocyanate.
Cocaine?
She was covered in it.
That much coke, could be a dealer.
Maybe in a room wearing that fur
when they were cutting the base.
Well, she wasn't living the life of a dealer.
No drugs, no money, no assets were found in her apartment.
Call girl still works
if she was helping the dealer distribute.
Explains the trip down to Miami.
Let's keep walking.
What is it?
Gray Chevy Caprice across the street,
two white males inside.
Sitting on us?
They were here before we went to go see Warner.
Who?
I don't know. Let's go ask them.
What the hell is this,
Internal Affairs?
Let the rat squad spin their wheels.
Let me take a look at that necklace again, huh?
So Livia Tellez is a hooker with a soul, huh?
Sounds like someone Sister Peg would want to save, doesn't it?
- Sorry, Detectives. - I've never seen her.
But I'll say a prayer.
She went by Livia Tellez, from Queens.
Can you show this to some of the girls
and see if they knew her?
Of course.
"Dental dams, 1,000 count."
Business must be booming.
Can't keep them on the shelves.
Sister Peg, ever see this image before?
Looks like the Blessed Virgin of the Rosary.
Our Lady of Chiquinquira.
Never heard of her.
The image is based on a miraculous painting.
See how she's standing on the crescent moon?
Our victim was wearing this.
Does it mean anything significant?
Our Lady of Chiquinquira is the patroness of Colombia.
I'd guess that's where your victim was from.
Father Castrillon is the pastor of St. Augustine's
in Queens.
A lot of his congregation is Colombian.
If she practiced her faith, maybe he knew her.
Last time I saw Livia, she seemed so troubled,
but she wouldn't let me help.
When was that, Father?
Two or three months ago.
She stopped coming to mass around then.
I bet she was a member
of the parish for, like, two years?
That's right.
She tell you where she was before that?
No, she was very secretive.
I think she wanted to tell me.
That's why I asked her to come to confession,
that God would forgive all.
She promised as soon as she finished her work.
She say what kind of work?
No, but it must have paid well.
When she first came to this parish,
she donated all her furniture for our charity drive
and wouldn't take a cent for it.
Just asked us to pick it up from storage.
Do you happen to remember
where the storage facility was?
We hired a moving van to go get it,
but I believe we have the invoice
from the moving company, so perhaps it has the address.
Okay, here we go: Livia Tellez's unit.
Paid for in cash, three years in advance.
Everything we want to know about her, all in one room.
Ah, 1999 taxes.
Filed under Livia Sandoval.
It's a different social altogether.
But she didn't change her first name.
There's something here from 2001.
That's the year she changed to her new identity.
Liv.
She was a cop.
Detectives?
I didn't know there were rats in here.
It's the gray Chevy Caprice boys.
Why are you tailing us?
Agents Jack Hammond, Tim Donovan,
Drug Enforcement Administration.
I think it's time we all had a sit-down.
Don't you?
Why is the DEA following my detectives?
We needed to make sure that they weren't
working for the people we were investigating.
You sure now?
If I weren't, you'd already be
in federal lockup, Detective Stabler.
Officer Sandoval's prints were
red-flagged in the system.
When you ran them, it tipped us off.
And it never
occurred to you that we ran them
because we were investigating her murder?
At the time,
I didn't know she was dead.
Officer Sandoval checked in
every two weeks with Agent Donovan
to minimize exposure.
A week ago, she was alive and did not
indicate any problems.
She got burned?
We have two other operatives inside.
They say her cover was intact.
We're not sure why she was killed.
They cut her tongue out.
That seems like a message.
We can't comment on that.
Well, then, maybe you can comment
on what Livia Sandoval was doing for the DEA.
She was part of an intel case
that intersected with our own investigation.
NYPD loaned her to us.
What case?
We can't say.
Well, let's see, a Colombian undercover
with a key of cocaine on her fur coat
working for the DEA?
I wonder who could she possibly have been investigating?
Let's cut the crap.
An NYPD officer was raped
and murdered on your watch.
If you think we're gonna let this slide,
you're dreaming.
Hey, nobody wants this guy to skate,
but this is two years of work,
hundreds of thousands of dollars invested...
Our operatives
were introduced into the organization by Livia.
If word gets out she was a cop, they're dead.
And if we do nothing on a case that's been
all over the papers, it's just as conspicuous.
Okay, we can play ball here.
We investigate the murder of Livia Tellez,
a hooker who was dating a drug dealer.
Nobody has to hear about the DEA or the undercover job.
Nothing written regarding DEA involvement
or Livia's true identity.
It'd be subject to subpoena by the defense.
And not a word to your ADA.
Fine. You want to give us a place to start?
No, we don't.
You wanted this case, Captain. You got it.
Good luck.
From now on, this room is command central.
Everything pertinent to this case stays in here.
The fewer people who know the particulars, the better.
We got plenty reasons to be paranoid.
Colombian drug organizations
got a lot of people on the payroll.
What do we know about the victim's true identity?
Livia Sandoval.
Entered this country in 1993 from Medellin, Colombia
at the age of 13.
At 18 she became a citizen.
She attended Hudson University two years,
and then in 2000 she took the police exam and nailed it.
We're thinking Intel
snapped her up out of the applicant pool
to the Police Academy.
So we can assume at some point
she made friends with a member
of a Colombian organization.
We have any idea who she was looking at?
It could be anyone, anywhere.
In Narcotics we found
Colombian stash houses
in Yonkers, Queens, Jersey, Manhattan...
You got an old pal in Narcotics
you can trust?
I got one guy I came up through the ranks with.
He's as straight as they come.
You gotta be kidding me with this deep throat crap.
You got any better ideas?
Yeah. Stay the hell away from this case.
These are bad guys.
That can't be helped.
They dropped a rape victim in my lap.
What'd you find?
Two-year DEA investigation.
Dead girl living in Jackson Heights from Medellin.
Sounds like they're looking to extradite.
Who?
Cesar Velez.
Oh, I remember that name.
He whacked a judge and a CIA informant
in Bogota a couple of years back.
He's a major player.
Supplies 10% of the coke coming into the U.S.
Who handles his business on this side?
Well, he has some cousins
running the wholesale side in Queens,
cutting and distributing to the Dominican dealers.
We popped a few of them on small possession beefs,
but we can't get a handle on the big stuff.
Collar anybody that'll cooperate?
You looking to steal a snitch from me?
I just want to talk to him.
Your name never comes up.
Dominican dealer.
Felix Santos.
He sells up in Washington Heights by the bus terminal.
He's a punk, but if you bust him
for possession, he'll talk.
You know I owe you.
Hey, be careful, man.
These guys blow up commercial airliners
just to kill one person.
There's no rules.
There you go, Felix.
Papa, that's regular.
I said diet.
You're gonna want the sugar, so drink it.
Okay. You people wanna treat me like that, that's fine.
I'll just make my phone call to some very influential peoples.
They tell you what my rate is.
Rate for what?
My assistance, and let me tell you,
the price is going up by the second.
Say we don't pop you for possession
with intent to distribute?
Whatever.
You know her?
Yeah. That Livia.
Biscocha.
Why you call her a cream puff?
Rafael made it up.
Yeah, well, she's dead.
Who's Rafael?
Rafael Zapata.
Lieutenant for Cesar Velez.
How did Rafael and Livia know each other?
She was banging him. I mean, one of the girls banging him.
Look, I only met her
a couple of times.
She was hot and everything,
but when she got high, she got mouthy.
Rafael doesn't like that.
Define "mouthy."
I saw them a couple of weeks ago.
She's going on about how Rafael
couldn't get it up in the bedroom.
I mean, come on.
What kind of stupid girl
is going to say that about a man?
In front of his friends?
And what would a man like Rafael
do in this situation?
That time, he smacked her up good.
Rafael Zapata Gaviria, 34,
the number one guy in Cesar Velez's organization.
Zapata's a Colombian national
in this country on a legitimate work visa.
Purchased for ten Gs
in Bogota most likely.
Zapata was arrested twice in Queens
for murder and conspiracy to commit murder, never indicted.
It seems somebody always conveniently came forward
and confessed to the crimes.
Yeah, somebody with family
back in Colombia.
Velez holds them as collateral.
He could slaughter them at will.
It's a big incentive to do what you're told.
I ran Zapata's financials.
He's quite the businessman.
He owns several cellular phone and pager stores,
real estate both here and in Miami,
and recently spent $1.5 million on oil-drilling equipment.
Money laundering.
You pay 30 times more than it's worth.
It looks like a legitimate transaction.
The Feds have gotta have all of this stuff already.
So what we need to do is corroborate
Santos's statement and tie Zapata to Livia.
Well, we've got his credit card charges
on the day of Livia's murder.
He flew back from Miami on the same flight that she did,
spent four grand shopping,
going to dinner and seeing a show.
Well, that's a lot of cash
to spend in one day.
If she was with him, somebody's gotta remember.
Two for lunch?
I'd like to speak with the manager, please.
That's me. What about?
A customer of yours.
He was here the other night-- Rafael Zapata?
I'm sorry, I don't know that person.
We'll keep your name out of this.
Now... was he here with this woman?
No, he wasn't.
Look, we can charge you with obstruction.
We don't want to do that.
Then charge me.
I have a wife and three children and I can't help you.
Either Zapata paid him real well,
or scared the piss out of him.
Or both.
Benson.
Agent Donovan.
I didn't expect to hear from you.
What's he want?
A meeting. Now.
Where?
Apparently, on the roof across the street.
You talked to my informant.
Yeah. We were investigating
our rape case, as instructed.
Who gave him to you?
Oh, so now we're supposed to share information
with you because you've been
so forthcoming with us? Screw you.
He's working with DEA.
You guys are putting
everything in jeopardy.
Well, then he must be moonlighting
with NYPD Narcotics,
'cause that's how we found him.
You're off him.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah. Nobody from your squad
contacts Santos again.
Felix has been apprised of the situation.
We warned you to use caution.
And we have.
Santos doesn't know that Livia was a cop.
Nobody said a word about DEA.
Keep it that way. We're done.
Hey, did you tell Livia to do coke
and screw Zapata to make your case,
or was that her idea?
You don't know anything about her.
I know you were supposed
to protect her and you let her die!
And I know you feel so guilty,
that you'd rather let her killer get away with it
than think about what you didn't do to help her.
I didn't tell her to do drugs.
I didn't tell her to do any of that.
She wanted to nail those guys
and she did what she thought she had to do.
And you didn't you see how bad it was getting?
She was getting the job done.
I didn't think she was in over her head.
I should've pulled her.
I didn't.
That's my responsibility. My... my mistake.
Hey!
We have no intention
of tanking your case,
and we realize that other lives are at stake,
but we're flying blind here.
And you don't tell us something
to implicate Zapata,
then we are never gonna make this right.
Your ME found bits of fiberglass on her body.
Then I know where he killed her.
Zapata's love boat.
Keeps it in Battery Park.
He must be compensating for something
to need a yacht that big.
What's the connection?
Well, ME found slivers of fiberglass
in the victim's leg.
The hull of that yacht is made of the same material.
Now, we just found out that Zapata owned it.
We didn't know because all his assets
are held under shell companies.
How'd you find out?
Confidential informant.
Now, is that enough for a warrant?
As long as the informant's reliable.
Beyond reproach.
Has he provided accurate information
for you in the past?
No. But the nature of his job puts him in a position
to receive sensitive information,
and, Alex, we believe him.
Well, that's very comforting.
Now tell me something that will actually
help me get the warrant.
Alex, you've gotta trust us.
Police! Put your hands up where I can see them!
Hands! Now!
Move.
Rafael Zapata Gaviria!
Zapata!
I am Rafael Zapata.
You may put your weapons away.
We are all peaceful here.
Mr. Zapata, we have a warrant
to search this vessel.
Everybody out, now!
Line 'em up on the docks. That means you.
Let's go. Out.
May I ask what's this regarding?
I have nothing to hide.
You sure about that?
Law enforcement is always searching my private property.
They never find anything.
Well, this time, you don't know
what we're looking for.
Smell that?
Bleach.
Yeah.
Flip it.
Okay.
It's damp here.
Bleach worked on the surface.
It just didn't go deep enough.
Hey! Rafael Zapata, you're under arrest
for the murder of Livia Tellez.
Get up.
Put your hands behind your back.
You're under arrest.
You're making a very big mistake, Detective.
You don't even know
how many mistakes you've made. Let's go.
Docket ending 644: People v. Rafael Zapata Gaviria.
One count each, murder in the second degree,
rape in the first degree.
Lionel Granger for the defense, Your Honor.
How does the defendant plead?
Not guilty.
Ms. Cabot?
The defendant is a Colombian national
with known ties to major drug organizations.
He has unlimited resources at his disposal,
and we consider him a flight risk.
We request remand, Your Honor.
My client has never been
charged with anything related to drug trafficking,
and I consider the People's baseless accusation
slanderous and bigoted.
Noted, Mr. Granger.
But I'd really like to hear your thoughts on the matter of bail.
Mr. Zapata is
a respected business and family man.
He has no intention of fleeing this jurisdiction
and is willing to turn over his passport
for the pendency of the case.
The defendant has among his assets
a Gulfstream jet, Your Honor,
as well as personal airstrips
in the Caribbean and South America.
Turning over his passport is a meaningless gesture.
He's blessed with wealth, so he must be guilty?
He has a clean record, Your Honor.
And his passport won't be the only thing he turns over.
Bail is set at $5 million. Next case.
Docket ending 872: People...
Arnold, Zapata still has you on retainer, I see.
That explains the $3,000 suit.
How did you get the blood out?
My wife bought me this suit.
Everybody deserves a defense, Alex.
I would believe your idealism
if you weren't enjoying yourself so much.
I'm just a naturally
happy person.
What is this?
Motion to controvert the search warrant.
And I will enjoy this.
The warrant to search my client's private property
was executed based on information
received from a confidential informant.
Which is a common occurrence.
It was a warrant
you signed yourself, Your Honor.
Based upon your detectives' affidavit
that the informant met the test
for reliability.
Look, there's no reason to belabor this.
Produce the guy,
show me he knows what he's talking about,
and I'll be satisfied.
Your Honor, this defeats the entire purpose
of the use of C.I.s.
People v. Goggins: the identity of an informant
may be kept confidential
to protect both the flow of information
and the safety of the informant.
How do we even know this person exists?
Let's start with the fact that
the information was accurate.
That doesn't prove the informant's
legal veracity, and you know that, Ms. Cabot.
The forensic evidence
supported the C.I.'s statement.
A couple pieces of fiberglass?
Do you know how many things
are made out of fiberglass?
She could have been killed in a Corvette.
The fibers matched the hull of Mr. Zapata's yacht.
I can show you ten yachts in that marina
made of the same material.
But you can't show me the mattress
soaked in the victim's blood.
That possession is unique
to your client.
This person knew the location
of a homicide. That's it.
For all we know, the so-called informant
could have committed the murder himself.
Your Honor, I hope you can see this for what it is--
a scare tactic to intimidate an informant.
I'm ordering a Darden hearing.
Ms. Cabot, you are to produce the informant,
and I will interview him in camera.
If I find that he meets
the test for reliability,
the evidence from the search stays.
Your informant would only have
to talk to the judge in chambers.
No one else would be present.
No good, Alex.
Elliot, it's going to have to be.
I put my neck on the line
for you two people.
I would like it back.
He could lose his job.
Worst case, he could get killed.
Well, he should have thought about that
before he talked to you.
Who is he?
Alex Cabot, with the D.A.'s office.
Were you followed?
I beg your pardon?
Did anyone follow you
from your office to the DEA?
I don't believe so,
but I can't be sure.
And now you're going to tell me
how you know all about my job,
and how you know this is dangerous
but you can protect me.
Is that about right?
I freely admit I know very little
about the dangers of your job.
But that doesn't change the fact
that you gave information as a confidential informant,
and now that information has to be verified.
You won't have to testify in open court.
The answer's no.
Let me tell you a little bit about my job, Agent Donovan.
After I tell the judge
that I cannot produce the informant,
she is going to issue John Doe material witness order.
If I don't give her your name,
I will be found in contempt.
That's your call. Your conscience.
I can tell you right now,
I'm not going to jail
for you or for my conscience.
Then drop the case.
I can't.
Look, you do what you gotta do, Ms. Cabot.
But when things go down,
the blood's gonna be on your hands.
There has to be a way to work this out
so that everyone is protected.
You really don't know anything about this, do you?
Your SVU detectives got you in a real mess, Alexandra.
They were trying to cooperate with a Federal investigation.
They didn't have much of a choice.
I'm not asking you to defend them.
I'm just trying to figure how you're going to get out of it.
There's nothing to get out of.
Petrovsky will subpoena the DEA agent,
the warrant will stand,
and Zapata will go away for 25 to life.
That easy, huh?
Everyone understands
the sensitive nature of the DEA investigation.
Petrovsky has no reason to jeopardize that.
All efforts will be made
to maintain the witness's confidentiality.
So you're operating under the theory that
if we don't see the immediate threat,
then it must not be real.
I know it's real.
An NYPD officer is dead because of it.
Yes. That's true.
And how many people would you guess know that information now?
I'm not sure.
A dozen, maybe more.
Yeah, that
sounds about right.
Now, you know as well as I do
that "confidential" is a relative term,
directly proportionate to how interesting
said confidential information is.
And this is too interesting, Alexandra.
Cut Zapata a deal.
Manslaughter: eight to ten.
Pass.
Maybe you should ask your client what he thinks.
I also pass.
What are you even bargaining with, Alex?
You don't have a case.
You certainly don't have your alleged informant.
I will have the informant once the judge issues her subpoena.
You are assuming that the informant will comply
with the judge's request.
And why wouldn't he, Mr. Zapata?
Who can say why people do what they do?
It's a mystery.
You don't know who the informant is,
so how can you possibly know what he might do?
So you say.
I'll tell you what.
You get your informant lined up,
I promise we'll take the deal.
Take it now or it's gone.
And, for future reference,
if your client intimidates the informant in any way,
I will have his bail revoked
and his ass thrown in Rikers for the duration of the trial.
You can't threaten me, bitch.
I just did.
We're going.
You allow this?
A woman says these things,
and you do nothing?
Yes, Mr. Zapata.
You will also find that a woman can say
whatever she wants to about your performance in the bedroom,
and you aren't actually allowed to kill her.
Let's not do anything stupid.
Everything's fine. Everything's fine.
Okay, that was fun.
Let's go, Rafael.
You're out of your mind.
I was hoping he would think about that information coming out in open court.
And he pissed you off. Yeah. That too.
What does Branch say now that the deal's been shut down?
We move forward with the trial. We give the DEA's office fair warning,
and they have the opportunity to pull their undercovers if they think it's necessary.
You're going to blow a two-year investigation?
This is the best option of only bad options.
We either prosecute Zapata ourselves
or we drop it, give him back his passport,
he leaves the country, and the DEA's case is blown anyway.
Look, the fact of the matter is Hello.
that Zapata blew the DEA's investigation wide open
when he raped and murdered Livia Sandoval.
There you go. Okay. Bye.
I just got called to an ex parte meeting
in Judge Petrovsky's chambers.
What do you think that's about?
Nothing good.
Excuse me.
ADA Cabot, I'm George Reilly with the DOJ,
and this is Daniel Clark and Brian Sullivan
with the United States Attorney's Office.
You might be wondering what this is about.
Can I guess? The federal government is about to steamroll New York.
This is a protective order issued by a federal judge
in the southern district of New York State
barring Judge Petrovsky from subpoenaing
a federal law enforcement agent
on the grounds that it would jeopardize an ongoing investigation.
There's nothing we can do about this?
Not unless you have other evidence
to support probable cause.
Your search is out.
Your honor, it's... I don't like it either, Ms. Cabot.
And, Mr. Reilly, I don't ever
want this many lawyers in my chambers again,
so, next time,
leave the dog and pony show at home.
Understood, Your Honor.
They can just
go over the judge's head, and that's it?
I'm going to appeal it to the Second Circuit.
Now we're getting into a violation of states' rights.
Ms. Cabot... I thought you didn't want
to show your face around here.
We've received a credible threat.
It didn't come from us.
We have kept your identity confidential.
The threat was made against you.
Hey. How's my girlfriend?
Good. Very good.
The second guy's an inmate
incarcerated at a federal penitentiary
in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania.
One of Cesar Velez's guys.
This call was recorded six hours ago.
We haven't yet identified the other man.
I'm gonna pick her up-- maybe this week.
All right. She's living at 235 West 78th,
apartment "C" like "Charlie."
Gets home around 8:00.
That's my address.
What are her mornings like?
Jogs at 6:00.
Son of a bitch.
You could go jogging with her.
Central Park.
I was thinking I could visit her mother.
That's an idea. Mom lives upstate-- East Amherst.
Oh, my God.
But you should really try to see your girlfriend.
It's important.
How do they know this?
Cesar Velez has a network
in the federal prisons.
We're trying to ascertain where the information's coming from.
Have you noticed anyone following you?
Any problems with your
telephone service at the office or your home?
Uh... no. Not that I can remember.
Okay. So, as of now,
we get a protective detail.
You step foot outside, you have an armed escort.
We're going to have to rig a security system
at the office and the apartment.
Federal Marshal's already
lined up to escort you.
Should be here within the hour.
No. I want to go home now.
Okay. We'll take you.
Ms. Cabot?
We're going to find the guy.
And we'll tie him to Zapata.
He'll go away for life.
Okay.
And if we can't, I'll go to your judge.
I'll testify in open court.
So I don't want you to worry.
This is handled.
Got it?
Got it.
Good night.
Alex, why don't you stay with me tonight
until we figure this whole thing out?
No. It'll be okay. But thanks.
Okay, let's do a drive-by first,
make sure nothing looks off.
Hey...
come on, let's go.
Alex, you couldn't have done anything differently.
Donovan made a choice.
We all did.
How?
I-I don't know.
You don't know?
He had two kids. Did you know that?
Knock it off.
You were careless. You didn't listen.
Do you get it now? Is it sinking in?
Enough. Enough.
You got to get yourself off this case.
End of story.
Oh, you don't have a case.
It blew up with Tim Donovan.
Initial report from the bomb squad
turned up evidence of C-4
and part of the detonator in the debris field.
They believe the trigger was rigged to the ignition,
the explosive was placed under the driver's seat.
Every bomb-maker has a signature.
FBI lab is running the individual components
through their database looking for a match.
Well, it doesn't matter. We know who did it.
Cesar Velez, fixing things for Zapata.
The more important question is
how did Velez know Donovan was the C.O.?
Same way he knows where you live,
and where your mother lives.
He's got the money and the power.
And he's not gonna stop
until you back off, or until you're dead.
I have a protective detail,
my mom has a protective detail.
I'm not backing off.
Alex, there's no reason for you to die for this case.
Men like Zapata and Velez live on other people's fear.
It doesn't matter if I try this case
or somebody else in my office does.
The intimidation is always there.
So I can either accept it as a part of my job,
or concede everything.
But I don't want to put any of that on you.
The DA's office has investigators...
Who are a bunch of punks. I'm in.
So am I.
Okay.
Let's start by dragging in every single guest
from Zapata's little boat party.
Somebody knows about Livia's murder.
Alex, can I see you in my office?
I figured you were too gung ho to let this die.
Don, I appreciate the concern.
My old service revolver.
Straight shot, won't jam up.
Had the license division expedite a carry permit for you.
Without my signature?
Your prints are on file.
Cragen.
Yeah, she's here.
I'll let her know.
Boss is looking for you.
Come on in.
Your ears still ringing?
Yeah, a little.
That'll pass.
You know, I had a buddy
that did three years in Bogota at the Embassy.
There was a time when one police officer
got murdered every single day.
Over a two month period,
Pablo Escobar set off nine car bombs.
Well, it's a good thing we live in the United States.
Yes, it is.
And there are plenty of judges
and prosecutors and former law enforcement in this country
walking around every day,
the rest of their lives, with bodyguards
because they stood up against a Colombian cartel
that will do anything to protect its business.
That's all the more reason
to continue to fight them.
We've been fighting them since before you were born, Alexandra.
Now, we're going to drop the Zapata case.
Why? How bad does this have to get?
How many more people have to die?
From what I hear, the Feds have a much better case against him
than we would ever have now.
And to answer your question, too many people have died already.
At this time, Your Honor, the People are unable to proceed
and are asking that the indictment against Rafael Zapata
Gaviria be dismissed with leave to re-present.
The charges are dismissed, Mr. Zapata.
Court is adjourned.
U.S. Marshals, Mr. Zapata.
You are under arrest for the murder of a federal agent.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can
and will be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to speak to an attorney
and to have an attorney present during any questioning.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you.
The FBI connected the car bomb to Zapata.
He's gonna flip on Cesar Velez.
If the DEA can get an indictment,
the Colombians will arrest Velez
and start the extradition process.
What does Zapata get for his troubles?
A reduced sentence
and a new identity in Scottsdale, Arizona probably.
If he lives that long.
And on that note, I'll say good night.
You have to give me a ride early tomorrow morning.
You need some sleep.
You need to hire a driver.
Good night.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye.
Look, we had a good run.
Conviction rates are up.
We had to get screwed sometime.
Cesar Velez can probably do more damage to Zapata now
than the justice system ever could.
It just... it never seems like enough, you know?
The Feds'll get Zapata for killing Donovan,
but what about Livia Sandoval?
She dies without any justice
and we're supposed to be happy about it?
We tell ourselves that we speak for the victims,
but we don't.
We can close cases, but the victims,
even if they survive, their lives are ruined.
I just get so sick of it.
Alex, we can't always win.
But that's just it.
Even when we win, we don't.
Come on...
let's get out of here.
Get you a cab?
No, I'm not far. I'll walk.
Thanks though.
Look, I'm sorry I'm such a buzz kill.
Oh, don't be silly.
It's late.
Get down!
Go! Go! Go!
Alex!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Somebody, call an ambulance!
Call 9-1-1 now!
Alex, it's okay, Alex.
Alex, look at me.
It's okay, sweetheart, stay with me.
Stay with me, Alex, they're coming right now.
You're going to be okay.
Alex, you're going to be okay. Look at me.
You're going to be just fine. You're going to be just fine.
Now just stay with me.
Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex, it's okay.
Look at me. Look at me.
We get a trial date yet on that Richmond case?
It's postponed.
We're gonna lose that witness.
She was already shaky to begin with.
Well, nothing we can do.
You got SVU cases being handled by ADAs from other bureaus.
They don't give a damn.
Well, isn't that nice.
What?
Rafael Zapata Gaviria was found dead in a holding cell
awaiting a hearing. No witnesses.
There goes Velez's extradition.
I long for the old days when the government would just send in
the Delta Force assassin squad.
DEA Agent Hammond wants to see you guys tonight.
There's the address.
What for?
Something about closing out the case.
Nice location. Convenient.
Sorry. Only way to do this.
Do what?
Wouldn't take no for an answer. Real pain in the ass, this one.
I am so sorry about all of this.
Your funeral's tomorrow.
And you're both expected to attend.
For the time being,
Ms. Cabot's better off dead.
If Velez can get to Zapata, he can get to her.
Witness protection.
Until Velez is extradited, or otherwise dealt with.
How long?
We're on the move.
Sorry, folks.
Okay, let's move 'em out!