.
- 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.
- Okay.
- Mommy, Mommy, do another one.
- Put butter on it. - And syrup.
- That would make too big of a mess.
But listen, remember what I said,
not a word to Daddy. Not a word, right?
- Okay. - Not a word.
Not a word. - I promise.
- Sounds like you guys are having
way too much fun, huh? - Oh.
- Hi, buddy.
- Mommy hid the extra pancake in your briefcase.
- She did, did she? She did, huh?
Today, of all the days.
- Probably still warm if you want it.
- Mmm.
- [chuckles]
Hey, Magda's gonna be here in a minute.
You got time for coffee? - Listen, I would love to,
but the Bouchard case is over.
I got a mountain of casework I gotta tackle.
It's just a busy day. - Yeah, me too.
[doorbell rings]
Oh, girls, Magda's here.
Go get your bags. - Here you go.
- Here, baby. - Go to your mom.
- Come here, baby. - There you go.
All right, come on, girls.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
- Hello. - Hi, guys.
- Hey, Magda. How are you? - Hi, Amanda.
- Oh, here's your water bottle, honey.
- Jesse, you got your inhaler? - Yeah.
You still gonna pick us up today, Daddy?
- Yeah, of course.
Mommy deserves a real first day off.
Right? - I'll take care of him.
- Thank you. - All right.
- Bye, girls. - Bye.
- Bye. Thank you.
- [sighs]
- You okay? - Yeah.
It's just that this weekend was a vacation.
- Because you didn't have papers to grade?
- No, with you and the kids.
- Let me ask you something,
and, uh, I want you to be honest with me.
- Okay, Counselor.
- How long after I walk out this door
is it gonna take for you to start freaking out?
- I've only been unemployed for--
I mean, since Friday. - Uh-huh.
- And I was bored being a professor.
- How do you think you're gonna feel being alone all day?
- Oh, just in the deafening silence,
surrounded by my own life choices?
Pretty good.
[soft music]
- Listen, worst comes to worst,
I could always get you a job as an investigator
in the DA's office.
- Oh, the DA's office, working with you,
so we can be together all day and all night?
Huh?
- Thanks for the pancakes.
♪
- [sighs]
- In your eyes, I've found a home.
In your heart, a furnace of love.
In your body, a willing partner ready to navigate all
of life's toughest roads with me.
Jenna, with you, I've found so much more
than my other half.
I've found a partner who makes me
twice the man that I am.
With this ring, I give you everything that I am,
my unwavering support, and my fidelity,
now and forever more.
♪
Phillip, I--
[breath shakes]
I--
I'm sorry.
I can't do this.
[crowd clamoring]
- Jenna!
Jenna!
[suspenseful music]
♪
Jenna!
- I hear Fordham's down a professor.
- Are you calling to say I told you so?
- No, actually.
I know how hard you've been working to find yourself.
Is that the answer you wanted?
- Maybe.
- So are you going crazy yet?
- Took me an hour to tune my guitar.
- Ha! How about lunch?
- I think I can fit that into my schedule.
You hired that IAB captain who investigated you?
Gotta be a little awkward. - You know what?
Uh, it's not at all. She's actually great.
- Yeah?
And Bruno, isn't he the whistleblower
that sued the force?
- Yeah, but he used to work SVU up in the Bronx.
- Well, at least you're not short staffed anymore.
- Oh, are you trying to say something?
- So the weekend was great.
You know, I gotta hang out with Carisi and the kids.
- But you turned down a tenure offer at Fordham University
to do what, exactly?
[knocking] - Captain.
- Hey, come in.
- Sorry to interrupt. - You're not interrupting.
Detective Bruno, this is my friend Detective Rollins.
- Detective. - It's nice to meet you.
Thanks for the desk.
Just got a call from a church uptown.
- Church?
- Yeah, seems to be some kind of runaway bride situation.
- Why is this an SVU thing?
- Well, according to the unis, she's locked herself in a room
and doesn't wanna speak to anyone but us.
- Okay. I'll take it, Bruno. Thanks.
- A traumatized bride locks herself in a room?
- You know, I could use a little help with that.
- Hmm.
You asking me to come?
- Is that you offering?
Excuse me.
Where can I find the bride?
- Bridal dressing room, this way.
- Jenna, I'm confused.
Come on, will you just come out and talk to me?
- You must be the groom. - You are?
- Step aside, please. [knocks]
Jenna, this is Captain Benson from SVU.
I understand that you wanna talk to someone.
- SVU, what is that? - Special Victims.
We investigate sex crimes mostly.
- Sex crimes? - Jenna?
- Nobody reported a crime. - Someone did.
May we come in, please? - Babe, is everything okay?
- No, it's not.
[suspenseful music]
- Just--
- Jenna, can you tell us what happened?
- I was raped last night after the rehearsal dinner.
[sobs]
- And where did this assault happen?
- At my parents' house.
I was--I was sleeping there out of tradition.
My bridesmaids and I were planning
to get ready there in the morning,
and then, at 3:00 in the morning,
I feel someone climb into bed with me.
He put his hand over my mouth.
- Do you have any idea how he got in?
- The window was opened.
I--it was a warm night,
and I left it cracked to get air.
[sobs] I don't wanna go out there.
I don't wanna see any family. - You know what?
We can take you out through the back door, okay?
♪
- Where are you taking her?
- We're taking her to Mercy Hospital.
She needs to do a rape kit.
- A rape kit?
- You can ride with us.
I need to ask you a few questions.
So grab your things, and let's go.
[dramatic music]
♪
.
- Am I gonna get my wedding dress back?
- They still need to check it for residual DNA.
And your nightgown that you wore last night
during your attack-- - He took it.
- He took it?
- Along with the bedding and the pillow cases.
He threw them out the window right before he left,
and when I looked out, they were gone.
- Okay.
- How long does this usually take to see
if his DNA is still on my body?
- A few hours.
- It's not like I have anywhere else to be.
- Just so I have the story straight,
you said your assailant was Black?
- But I could barely see his face.
He was behind me. - Okay.
Does anything else come to mind?
Did he say anything?
- After he was finished, he said,
"You're going to remember me."
- What do you think he meant by that?
- I think he was talking about every day.
- Like, for the rest of your life?
- For the rest of my marriage.
[suspenseful music]
I felt like he knew I was getting married.
- Are we ready?
All right, go ahead and lay back.
And we'll start with your hands, either one.
I'll need to take your rings.
- Is that necessary? - Just need to be careful.
They'll swab every part of your finger
in case you scratched him or he touched your hands.
- He...
put my wrists behind my back.
His hands were rough, like he worked with them
for a living. - That's helpful.
- You'll stay with me?
- Every minute.
- Good to see you, Detective Rollins.
♪
- The vic got raped last night
and didn't report it till today?
- She had 200 people coming to her wedding.
She was probably on automatic pilot
trying to go through with it. I mean, all that planning?
- Maybe it was a revenge type thing,
you know, jealous ex?
- She said that it was a stranger.
The guy came in through the guest room window
at the parents' townhouse. - What about the groom?
He have any involvement?
- He seemed genuinely shocked to me.
- He could have enemies.
- Well, if he did, he hasn't mentioned them yet.
- I'll see what I can get out of him.
What about our professor? How's she doing?
- She's--she's with the vic.
It's like she never missed a beat.
Oh, but if she does wanna help out with this case,
we probably need to check the paperwork
that she filed on the way out.
- You think it's possible she could actually
still be a cop? - It's NYPD, Finn.
- I get it.
I'll have Curry make some calls.
- Okay. [phone buzzes]
Hey.
- Relatives keep calling and texting me.
I don't know what to tell them. I said my vows.
I put on a ring. Are we even married yet?
- Let's figure that out later.
- Why wouldn't Jenna tell me what happened?
- My guess is, she was trying to protect you.
- What, like I would blame her?
- Any reason she would think that?
- No.
I don't blame her,
but I'm allowed to be, like, angry, right?
- Yeah, a sexual assault like this
is bound to bring up emotions you didn't even know
you had in you. - I'm not worried about me.
I'm worried about my wife.
What if this guy is still out there,
some kind of stalker?
- You have any idea of someone who would wanna hurt her?
- What, like a-- like an ex-boyfriend?
I can make a list if that's helpful.
I just need to check her computer.
We share all of our passwords. - Okay. You two live together?
- Yeah, why?
- Well, Jenna spent last night at her parents' house.
- Yeah, we were trying to be traditional
for one night, at least.
- Anyone knew she was staying there?
- Our families, the wedding party.
- Okay, I'll need that list too.
What'd you do last night?
- Uh, we had the rehearsal dinner.
People got a little drunk, made funny speeches.
- Were any of your groomsmen a little touchy with Jenna?
- No.
No, we were so happy.
Jenna was so happy.
We kept looking at each other like,
how could we get so lucky?
Who would wanna ruin that?
- We were all having fun.
No fights or drama.
Nobody threw a drink like at my rehearsal dinner.
- Sounds like a good time.
- Did you notice any of the male guests
paying special attention to Jenna?
- Brides are supposed to be the center of attention.
- What about the waitstaff, bartenders?
- Didn't get a creep vibe from anybody.
And I'm pretty on point with that.
- What about this morning?
- Looking back on it, Jenna was a little removed.
- Removed how?
- When we were getting ready to go to the church,
collecting the flowers and all the last-minute stuff
from her parents' place to bring with us,
I asked her why the bed was stripped,
and she had almost no expression.
I just chalked it up to her mom being anal
about laundry and a case of last-minute
pre-wedding jitters.
- Jenna walked up the aisle.
She was smiling like nothing was wrong.
- Were you at the rehearsal dinner last night?
- Yeah, it was fun. Why?
- Did you notice if any of the male guests
were a little jealous that she was getting married?
- I was pretty wasted.
- Anyone seem angry or upset?
- Look, every guy there has known Phillip
since high school.
The only thing any of us are jealous of?
They both found the love of their lives.
Some of us aren't so lucky.
- Do you know how Jenna got to her parents' house?
- Phil drove her.
I bet he's kicking himself now for not staying the night.
- So the only people that knew
that Jenna was staying at her parents'
were her family and the wedding party?
- No signs of forced entry.
- Jenna said she opened the window to let in fresh air.
- It's a quiet street. We canvassed the neighbors.
Nobody saw or heard anything.
We're still checking traffic cams,
but so far, no matches to the man Jenna described.
- Forensics? - No fingerprints anywhere,
but that doesn't mean anything. The guy could have worn gloves.
- Yeah, still waiting on DNA from the rape kit.
- And there was nothing missing from her house?
- No, this wasn't a burglary.
- So no other obvious motives?
- Well, other than the fact that it was
the night before her wedding.
- Which could be totally random.
- This doesn't seem like a crime of opportunity.
- So talk to me, Rollins.
- So what he said was so specific.
"You're gonna remember me."
It's like he wanted to mark her for the rest of her marriage.
- You think this guy knew she was getting married?
- Jenna seemed to think so.
- Whoever he was, he was certainly paranoid
about leaving DNA behind. [phone dings]
So are we sure that nobody had a grudge against her?
- We talked to everyone.
No angry exes, no jealous girlfriends.
- So let's start by checking with wedding vendors.
- DNA came back from Jenna's rape kit.
- And?
- It's a match to the DNA to an unsolved assault
in Brooklyn six months ago.
The rape happened the night before the vic's wedding,
no suspects.
- It's not random.
- So we are looking for a serial rapist
who targets brides.
- Prima nocta, droit de seigneur.
- English, professor?
- It's a medieval rite.
The lord of the castle can sleep with
any woman under his rule on the night of her wedding.
- Except the guy we're looking for
doesn't exactly sound like a prince.
.
- I'm an ER nurse.
I have experience with rape victims.
I never fully understood why they didn't fight back
or scream until now.
- You protected yourself.
So your assault happened the night before your wedding.
- I was staying at my sister's place in Park Slope.
- Who else knew that you were staying there?
- Family, friends, wedding party,
a few vendors who delivered last-minute supplies.
Our wedding was pretty DIY.
- You said in your initial police report
that he was Black and of average height.
- Yes. He was on the heavier side.
- Is there anything else that you remember?
- As soon as he was done and about to leave,
he doubled back, stripped the bedding,
took my nightgown, even the pillowcases.
- You did a good job preserving what little evidence
you had on yourself.
- And your rape kit may be the only way of solving this.
- So he's still out there doing this to other women?
- Yeah, and we actually believe
that he's targeting brides-to-be.
- There's one other detail
I didn't tell the police or my husband.
- And what is that?
- On his way out, he said,
"You're going to remember me."
Please don't tell Dean.
He was wonderful, so supportive,
but it's taken us a long time to get past this as a couple.
[somber music]
- Darcy Hamlin, her husband, Dean.
- Darcy's assault matches the general pattern of Jenna's.
- Yeah, that and a DNA match.
And he said the same phrase to both women.
- We know we're looking at the same perp.
- Somebody who wants to leave his mark.
- All right, so how do we catch this guy?
- What do these couples have in common beside a wedding?
- So far, nothing--
where they work live, grew up,
went to school, no mutual friends.
- Still checking vendors, but so far, no overlap.
- See if any of them were on the sex registry.
- I can do that.
- Well, actually, you and I have
someplace to be right now.
- Where? Doing what?
- Think of it as a date.
- [chuckles]
[gunshots]
- So is this the department making me requalify
or you, Finn?
- You want your gun back to work this case or not?
[gunshots]
I guess you do.
And after this case?
- Listen, I've been unemployed for one day.
I wouldn't read too much into it.
- Forgive me for asking.
- The thing is, brides are being raped.
I know what it's like to be one.
I know what it's like to be in love.
- Speaking of which, have you litigated all this
with the counselor yet?
- I'll tell him tonight.
- Marriage is all about little white lies
of omission, isn't it?
- Enough about me.
How's unmarried life?
- Phoebe and I have never been happier.
I highly recommend it. - [laughs]
[gunshots]
- So I ran open rape cases in the last five years
with no DNA on file.
None of the attacks happened on the night before a wedding.
- This guy obviously knows these vics
are less likely to report.
- Well, I mean, weddings are a big deal.
If I ever made it that far,
I'd think twice before calling it off.
- Captain Curry, some detective
from uptown is here to see you.
- How can we help you?
- You know, they say gossip travels at the speed of sound.
My girlfriend works at a DNA lab.
- Must be convenient for rush jobs.
- Well, we're getting married next month,
and she's freaked out.
DNA match between cases, a pattern rapist of brides.
- And you came to us because your girlfriend's freaked out?
- About a year ago, I go on a call--
a woman that was getting married that night
at the Park Milano Hotel.
- What'd this woman say?
- She asked what would it entail
if she was to report a rape.
- And? - And I walked her through it.
And I guess she changed her mind.
She said nothing happened,
and she was sorry for wasting my time.
[suspenseful music]
- Please tell me you kept the logbook.
♪
- Can I help you? - Mrs. Richards?
- Yes? - Hi, I'm Captain Benson.
And this is Sergeant Tutuola from Manhattan NYPD.
- What is this about? - Bree? What's going on?
- They're police from Manhattan.
- Manhattan? - Yeah.
So you were married on the Upper East Side last March?
- Yeah, what about it?
- Well, there was a robbery at the Park Milano.
- Same night of your wedding.
- So we're just talking to everyone
who had an event there.
- I didn't hear anything about a robbery when we stayed there.
It was really chill.
- Well, uh, sorry for the interruption,
but if anything does come to mind,
do give us a call.
Okay. Thank you. Good night.
♪
.
- Is there anything at all, anything that connects
Jenna and Darcy's cases?
- They both used totally different vendors.
No registered sex offenders worked
for either of the companies.
- The only common denominator is, the attack
happened the night before the wedding.
- And the perp knew that the bride-to-be
would be sleeping alone. - And where.
- Yeah, like Breena Richards' case.
Somehow he knew what hotel she'd be at.
- But it doesn't matter.
No police report filed, no case.
- So we've gotta be missing something.
Jenna said that her attacker had rough hands.
- So we know we're not looking for a wedding planner.
- Or a photographer.
- Mrs. Richards.
Hi.
- Can I talk to you, um, in private?
- Yes, of course.
- My husband doesn't know.
- That Joseph is not his biologically?
- I did a DNA test when he was about a month old.
Frank didn't even question.
He was so happy when Joseph was born.
He said the baby looked like my father.
- You never told him about the rape?
- No.
I thought he wouldn't love me anymore--
that he'd think I was broken, damaged.
- You're not damaged.
[somber music]
You survived.
- Believe me, it wasn't easy to.
Obviously, you showed up at my door
because he's done this again.
- Two other women that we know of.
- So if there's anything that you remember that you can share
with us, we'd be so grateful.
- He was Black, a big guy.
- How did he get into your hotel room?
- Frank and I stayed in separate rooms,
you know, tradition.
I heard a knock.
I thought it was Frank, that he couldn't spend
the night apart.
I opened the door,
and this guy just pushed his way in.
And--and then--
- Did he say anything?
- He said, "You're gonna remember me."
Then he put the bedding in a bag he brought with him,
not that I could sleep that night anyway.
- So you called the police the next morning?
- I thought it was the responsible thing to do.
And then the officer explained to me
that I would have to go to the hospital,
that I'd have to give a statement,
and that it could take hours.
- You never filed a police report?
- The thought of disappointing all those people
who had flown in--
my parents, my grandparents--
- So you went through with the wedding.
- And I don't regret it.
I don't regret a thing, especially Joseph.
♪
Uh, there is one thing.
My husband and I were trying to save money.
I could have sworn I saw this guy
at the flower wholesaler.
- We're gonna need the name of that wholesaler.
- Yeah, that's from here. Why?
- There's a couple got married at the Park Milano last March.
- Mixed race, 30s, Breena and Frank Richards.
- I'd have to check the records.
- Anyone else have access to your records?
Addresses? Maybe a delivery guy?
- We're wholesalers. We don't do deliveries.
Half the flower shops in the city
buy from us at a discount,
but they bring their own vans. - Okay.
How about something more DIY?
- Well, there's a maintenance guy
that will help out from time to time
for a big enough order.
- You mean for a big enough tip.
- [chuckles] Yeah.
- You think you can introduce us to this guy?
- Yeah, Leon Wallace is his name.
He was just here.
Leon, cops wanna talk to you.
- Mr. Wallace, you got a minute?
[tense music]
♪
Mr. Wallace?
- Sorry, I'm a little hard of hearing.
- Well, we'll try and talk loudly.
- My manager doesn't like me taking personal time.
We're pretty busy today.
- Well, we appreciate you talking to us.
- So you gonna tell me what this is about?
- We're investigating a series of robberies.
All the victims bought an unusually large amount
of flowers from this wholesaler.
- I don't interact with the customers.
I just keep the place clean.
- This was a couple staying at the Park Milano Hotel
the night before their wedding.
- They had two rooms, March 6, 2023.
- [chuckles]
You expect me to remember what I was doing last year?
- Okay, how about last Monday?
Another wedding.
- Monday? - Yeah.
Not too many people get hitched on a weekday.
- Why we thought you might have remembered it.
- What I do remember, Monday is my one day off.
Market's closed. - Okay.
And the night before, where did you go?
- I was home with Mrs. Pritchard.
- Mrs. Pritchard?
- Lady I rent a room from.
She's like a grandmother to me.
- So she can confirm where you were Sunday night?
- We were on the couch, watching her stories together.
♪
.
- Leon has been a godsend to me.
- He says he thinks of you as a grandmother.
- He's a lot more thoughtful than my own grandkids,
that's for damn sure.
- Can you tell us where Leon was on Sunday?
- At home with me.
I made bucket of popcorn, and we watched my stories.
[sighs] You know, I feel sorry for him.
- Sorry enough to lie for him?
- I don't lie for nobody.
- If we could check your phone, Mrs. Pritchard.
- Sure, check away.
Whatever you think he did, you're wrong.
Leon is the gentlest soul I've ever met.
- That's all right. We trust you. Okay.
Just so I can make it good with my captain,
is it okay if we check his room?
- Well, you're not gonna find anything.
He cleans up after himself.
But if you must, you must. Come on, it's downstairs.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Well, you're right.
Leon respects your house enough to take care of it.
- If you're thinking about taking that brush, I wouldn't.
- I'm just looking around.
- Well, there's no love lost for my grandkids,
but the eldest girl, the only smart one
in the bunch, is a lawyer. One call.
- We're gonna get out of your way, Miss Pritchard.
Thank you so much for your time.
♪
- So did you make this flower wholesaler employee?
- Our main suspect for the bridal rapes.
- Guy's got motive, opportunity,
and a manufactured alibi.
- Well, no offense to your investigative instincts,
Detective, but did you get anything solid that places him
in any of these scenes--
GPS, traffic cams, security cams, anything?
- Unfortunately, no.
- So we don't have any actual evidence.
But we do have two rape kits with matching DNA.
- We did make a play for abandoned DNA.
- And?
- We got outplayed by a retired burlesque dancer.
- So we could use a court order for Leon's DNA.
- I wouldn't count on it.
- Well, it turns out that Jenna and Darcy's florists
got their flowers from the exact same wholesaler.
- Okay.
- But neither of them could pick Leon Wallace out
of a photo array. - Well, Breena probably could.
But she's made it abundantly clear
that she will not be cooperating with us
because she doesn't wanna break up her marriage.
- In that case, my wife is right.
I mean, if you don't have probable cause for an arrest,
then getting a court order for DNA is a non-starter.
- So how do we get this guy? - Well, his first assault--
- As far as we know.
- Okay, Counselor, you're right,
as far as we know.
Breena, she shopped for flowers
at the same wholesaler where Leon works.
- It's how she recognized him.
- The manager says Leon sometimes
helps out with the big orders for extra cash.
- So what, he overhears the hotel room number and--
- My guess is he got it off the carbon paper
of the order forms. - He gets a taste.
So what's he after here? Power? Control?
- He wants to ruin someone's happiness.
♪
- So I think the play here is to give him an opportunity
to find that feeling again.
- Not me.
Phoebe's not gonna be too thrilled about me
getting pretend married.
- Well, there are two other people in the room
that wouldn't have to pretend.
♪
- So this is all very last minute.
- Last second, honey.
We're actually getting married tomorrow.
- Oh, well, we're used to rush jobs, so whatever you need.
- Well, we don't have a florist.
We're just kind of doing it ourselves.
- What are you thinking? - Hey, whatever the boss wants.
- Oh, hydrangeas.
Or maybe--
oh, roses, dozens and dozens of roses--
maybe Cherokee roses.
That's the Georgia State flower for my mother.
- Well, we might have to order those special.
- What is my budget, honey? - For you?
- [chuckles] - Sky's the limit.
- Ah, okay.
Then I'll go take a look around.
- Take your time.
Hey, you got anybody that does deliveries?
- No, we're wholesalers.
We usually sell directly to the florist,
and they have their own trucks.
- Let's cut out the middleman.
Come on, I'll pay you extra. Come on. Come on.
- Hey, Leon.
I got a job for you.
- So, listen, we're gonna sleep apart tonight.
- Ah, you're a gentlemen.
- And I want you to surprise my bride-to-be
with all the hydrangeas and the flowers she wants.
- Let me know, whatever you need.
- What time you need them delivered?
- Any time before 10:00.
Here, let me give you my address.
- Great. - Not a problem.
- What are y'all talking about?
- Nothing, just a little surprise for you.
- Ah. For me? - Mm-hmm.
- Mm. He's a keeper, huh?
♪
.
- You ready for this?
- Are you?
I'll be wearing a wire,
and you'll be right outside in the van.
- Okay, just a word of caution. This guy's onto us, okay?
- Well, after being questioned by two cops, I would think so.
What?
- You got this spark in your eye.
I haven't seen it since you left SVU.
- Yeah, it's been a long time.
I am kind of excited about this.
- I'll be right outside.
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♪
- I bet he makes his delivery,
then tries to circle back at 3:00 a.m.
- Like all his other rapes, his MO.
- The only problem is, this guy knows we're on to him.
- Well, I got a uni stationed up the block.
If he runs, we pull his ass over.
- She's all set. - Check her wire.
- Rollins, can you hear us?
- Pouring myself a drink.
- Carisi could use one out here.
- Incoming.
♪
- This guy is cagey.
- Yeah, wouldn't you be?
- He doesn't wanna get his DNA on the boxes.
- That's why he took all the bedding after he raped
Jenna, Darcy, and Breena.
- Yeah, well, let's hope he pricks
his finger on one of these roses,
bleeds all over the floor.
Ought to be enough DNA from that.
- My guess, we'll be here all night
waiting on him to come back and climb through a window.
- Rollins, coming to you.
[knock at door]
- Coming!
Hey.
Are you really gonna make me carry those inside?
- I don't normally do deliveries.
- I just got my nails done for the big day tomorrow.
I'd hate to ruin them.
Just right there.
Thank you.
There you go.
[chuckles]
Hey, can I get you a drink?
- I really shouldn't.
- Just one drink.
Hmm?
To my last night of freedom. Huh?
- What the hell is she doing?
- Her job, Counselor. - Yeah, well, I'm doing mine,
and this is starting to feel
uncomfortably close to entrapment.
- As long as he takes that drink, we got him.
- You can have a sip.
Tomorrow, I am gonna be married for the rest of my life.
- That's a pretty long time.
- But tonight,
I guess I'm still single.
- I'm good.
[door shuts] - That's it. I'm going in.
- Hey, give her a chance.
- Carisi, what the hell are you doing?
- Come on, Amanda, pick up. - Hold on.
Wait, wait. He's coming out.
♪
- We got enough to arrest this guy?
- All right, I want unmarkeds following this guy
for the next 24 hours.
- Copy that. Rollins, you okay?
- Amanda?
Amanda, answer me.
- Guys, we got him.
- How? He just left.
- Get CSU down here with the swab kit now.
♪
- I want a lawyer. - We'll get you one.
- Not that it's gonna help you much.
- So the DNA was a match?
- All three of our cases.
- But Mr. Wallace wants to wait for his lawyer.
- Well, escort him to the holding cell.
Rollins okay? - She's fine.
Carisi drove her home.
- Well, it sounds like she hasn't lost the touch.
- Yeah, she got the guy's DNA under her fingertips
and on the rim of a glass-- enough for CSU to process
and make a case.
- I'll call the victims,
and as soon as his lawyer gets here,
I want Wallace in a lineup.
- I told you already, I didn't get a good look at his face.
- Memory is elusive, but it can come back,
especially when there's a visual cue.
So all I'm asking, if you could just
do your best.
- Are we ready?
- Now, there's gonna be six guys
standing behind the glass.
Now, just remember, they can't hear you, they can't see you.
- We have nothing to worry about.
- Yeah, you'll be fine.
Just look at them all carefully,
see if you recognize the man who attacked you.
- Mm-hmm. - Ready?
- You can take your time. As much as you need.
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♪
- N-number four, I think.
- She thinks? - I saw his silhouette
as he was leaving.
- You're gonna need a lot more than that, Counselor.
- Rollins said that you heard his voice.
- You mean your wife,
the detective who arrested my client?
- Just because my involvement in the investigatory stage
of this case precludes me from being able to prosecute,
that doesn't mean I'm not gonna see it through.
- Jenna,
do you remember what he said to you?
♪
- You're gonna remember me.
- That wasn't him. [knocks on glass]
- You're going to remember me.
- Mm, no. Not him.
[knocks on glass]
- You're going to remember me.
- Yes. Th-that was him.
That was his voice.
- Are you sure?
- I'll never forget.
- I'm gonna need some time with my client.
- Great job, Jenna.
- I'll walk you out.
♪
- Do you think this will go to trial?
- With all the evidence we have and your voice ID,
I seriously doubt it.
By the way, I like your haircut.
- I needed a fresh start. - Yeah.
Well, it suits you.
So how are you doing?
- It's been a lot. - Yeah.
- Calling all the wedding guests and my family--
- Mm. - I didn't go into detail,
but they needed to hear I still love Phillip.
- Captain Benson?
- Breena. - Thank you for everything.
- Yes.
- Bye. - Take care.
- I heard you arrested someone.
Is she another one of his victims?
- You know, she made a-- a voice ID,
but unfortunately, she didn't get a good look at his face.
- I did.
That's why I'm here.
- So you're willing to file a police report
and make a--make a visual ID?
- I wanna help with this case,
any way I can.
- Well, that is great news.
Come on.
♪
- We have your client's DNA on three separate rapes.
One in Brooklyn, two in Manhattan.
Plus the voice ID,
and now we got Breena's corporeal ID.
- All right, so what are you offering?
- I just talked to the Kings County prosecutor
and he wants 40 years for the Brooklyn rape alone.
- How old are you, Leon?
- 36, ma'am. - 40 years?
We might as well roll the dice at trial.
- He gets convicted, though...
- In front of the right kind of judge...
- He'd be looking at 100 years.
- So...I'd die in prison?
- Yeah.
- So, Leon,
how much of a gambler are you?
- Especially...
given what you did.
- I'm not a bad person.
- You set out in a premeditated fashion
to ruin the best day of these people's lives.
- Why?
[slaps table] Leon!
Why?
- I don't know, ma'am!
I guess I just got tired from waiting for my own
best day.
♪
- Leon's lawyer agreed to the deal.
Now I just gotta get the Kings County DA to sign off.
- Great work, Carisi.
- Nah, it was Rollins.
Yeah, gotta be honest, it was good to have her back.
- But?
- I may have been a little worried.
- Well, what can I tell you, Carisi?
You married a wildcard.
- That's kind of what I love about her.
And I guess if she wanted to come back to SVU, I'd--
I'd figure out a way to be okay with it.
- You know, I think that she's looking for something new.
I have something that belonged to you.
I think Bruno was getting a little creeped out by it.
Unless, of course, you left it on your old desk for a reason.
- Like the earring I left on Carisi's nightstand
after our first date?
- Maybe an excuse to come back?
- So are you saying you don't want me back?
- Amanda, even if I did, I don't have a desk for you.
- Yeah, I noticed that.
It's just my luck.
I'm finally available,
and you're not understaffed anymore.
- This is not about you fitting into the squad room.
This is about where you belong in your life.
You were unemployed for one day.
- I couldn't handle the boredom.
- Exactly.
And I don't want SVU to be your safety net.
How about you take some time and figure out what--
what makes you happy?
- You of all people know how hard that is for me.
- Yeah, I also know how hard you've been working
on confronting your demons, for healing.
- Yeah.
Well, the truth of the matter is, Liv,
I have a little more work to do.
- You and me both.
- Hmm.
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[wolf howls]