Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

- 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.

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99 cent.

Shorty, where your mommy at?

- So that wasn't as horrible as I thought.

You're gonna be a lieutenant.

You need to practice kissing those rings.

Lieutenant?

So I passed.

And then some.

When it's official, you can pick any command in the city.

I'm happy where I am.

Okay.

You up for a nightcap?

We need to talk about finding you a number two.

Don't you ever turn that thing off?

- I can't. We're short staffed.

Benson.

Okay.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

- Where to? I'll drive.

- Liv, Chief, sorry to break up your date.

- That wasn't a date. - It wasn't a date.

- Detective Campisi and I took this from patrol.

Our sergeant suggested SVU

would be better equipped to handle a lost kid.

- In other words, he passed the buck.

Little boy won't talk.

Not even a name. Walked in here all by himself.

- Where the hell are the parents?

That's why we're here.

That's a cool bus.

Huh? You like the bus?

The bus goes "vroom, vroom," right?

Can you say that?

Hey, let's try our game again.

Ready?

So I'm Olivia and you are?

Remember, you are?

You are?

- Bruno. - Bruno.

Bruno, what's your last name, sweetie?

Bruno.

So Bruno, how old are you?

Huh?

Are you this many?

Hmm?

You this many?

Hey.

Okay, sweetie, I'll be back

in one second, okay?

- Any luck, Sergeant Benson? - Just his first name.

I mean, he's gotta be three years old, right?

Shouldn't he be talking by now?

Delayed speech.

I mean, I'm not surprised.

No one's taking care of him.

He was filthy, several cavities.

Vitamin D levels were low, so he's not getting out much.

- Okay, so he's neglected, but any abuse?

- No broken bones or any signs of sexual trauma.

- Good. - But I want to run

some more tests, and I'd like to talk to the parents.

Well, so would we.

Thank you.

- The way you're carrying, that's a girl.

- Yeah, so you were saying you'd seen Bruno around?

In this courtyard, all hours.

No one watching him.

I called 911, 311.

Nothing.

What about the mother?

That girl is a mess.

All hopped up.

Excuse me, is that your son?

He's cute.

I know you?

- Have you seen this boy around here?

- I guess, with his mom sometimes.

- Well, does his mom have a name?

Manuela something.

Like a baseball player name.

One of them Dominican brothers.

Who taught you how to slide?

Look, man, I'm not holding.

What are you, a lookout?

Looking for this kid's mother.

You know him?

Look, I don't know the kid

or his mother.

You know what?

My name's Tito Morales,

and I'm recording the rest of this.

Hey, Tito, keep snitching

and we'll drop those charges against you.

Come on, man, I'm no snitch.

Then start talking.

We are all over it.

Uh, that was Dodds.

He's asking about Bruno. What can I tell him?

- Local runner told me his mom's been copping once a day.

He'll call when she shows.

- You get a name? - Manuela.

Last name could be Ortiz, Organda, Ordano.

It's something Dominican.

- You talk to the housing authority?

- They're checking, but my contact there

said not to expect much.

He's gotta go through 2,000 leases.

- Yeah, not to mention illegal sublets,

hot beds, roommates.

- So Manuela's strung out, and Bruno is home alone.

Did you run their names through Child Services?

- Yeah, I called them. Without a last name,

the guy told me where I could go.

- Did he? Let's do a drop-in.

- Yeah, you know what, Fin and I got this.

Ugh.

- Actually, Rollins, why don't you stay here with Fin?

No, seriously, no, I'm fine.

- No, seriously, just work the phones.

You know, food stamps, housing.

Carisi, let's go.

- How the hell you gonna tell me I can't see her?

Get out my damn face! - A little help please?

- I'm just trying to see my daughter, okay?

- Let's go, sir. - Welcome to the jungle.

We good?

You all right, Keith?

- Yeah, he's just got a little bit of anger there.

Keith Musio, Ser...

- Sergeant Benson. - And Detective...

Detective Carisi from SVU.

- Oh. SVU? What happened?

- Get your ass out of here! - Don't talk to me like that!

Treat me like a man. - Will you excuse me?

So your boss tells us

that you have some families in the Conyers Projects.

At least a dozen.

This kid one of them?

Name's Bruno.

- Um, I think so. This way.

Um...

Yeah, here it is.

Bruno Ozuna.

Is he okay?

You must not watch the news.

- With this job, I barely have time to take a piss.

Bruno Ozuna was found

wandering the streets last night.

Alone.

Is he okay?

We need to find his mother.

Sorry, elevator's always out.

And the stairs can get pretty rank in the summer.

- When was the last time you were here?

A couple weeks ago.

Both kids were fine.

Kids? Plural.

Bruno has a half-sister.

Keisha Houston, she's eight.

It's just down the hall.

This is six dead bolt country.

That door's not even locked.

Manuela Ozuna?

NYPD...

- She's not here. No wonder Bruno walked.

This place is a furnace.

She's not in there.

I think she sleeps down there.

Hello?

Keisha?

Keisha?

What is this?

Carisi?

Oh, my God. - It's a kid.

Keisha? Keisha, honey?

Can you hear me? - Oh, my God.

Keisha, can you hear me?

There's a pulse.

It's just faint.

- Hey, I need a bus here right now.

Conyers Project, building 6, apartment 9-J.

She's tiny.

I thought you said she was eight years old.

- She is. She's almost nine.

Keisha?

Keisha, sweetheart.

It's okay, honey.

We're gonna get you some help, sweetie.

We're gonna get you some help, sweetie.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're gonna be okay.