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.

Dr. Lindstrom, thank you for staying late.

Of course, Captain.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

I actually owe some of that to you.

So, what, you're coming to thank me or...

Ah, no.

Ed. Tucker.

I've been invited to his retirement party tonight,

and I haven't seen him since I broke it off.

- Ah. - It's crazy.

I've had guns in my face,

and I'm afraid to see an ex-boyfriend.

Do you know what you're afraid of?

Regret...

or the pain that I caused him.

Well, I can give you this.

Whatever your regrets or your guilt,

it's harder in the long run to leave things unsaid.

Rachel, you're headed out?

An old police colleague is retiring.

I wanted to help with the send-off.

NYPD.

You sure that's a good idea?

I won't stay long, and I won't drink.

Fin, I didn't expect to see you

at Tucker's retirement party.

- I'm here for you, not him. - Oh.

Rollins, you brought reinforcements.

Yeah, they let him out for an hour.

Yeah, barely. Thank God I aged out of sleep.

- How you doing? - Thanks, guys.

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Who's the... who's the woman with Tucker?

You asking us?

Yeah, we got you in the divorce.

The bartender told me that's his... that's his new wife.

She's a nurse. They eloped a month ago.

Oh.

Good for him.

So when I decided to throw a farewell party

for my old friend Ed Tucker,

I said he's, "He's IAB.

Where were gonna hold it, a phone booth?"

So this is how it's gonna go?

The truth is when you have a friend like Ed,

you're blessed.

I met him back in our cowboy days at NYPD,

long before I retired to make the real money.

Is he giving a toast or bragging?

So after we've all imbibed,

I'd like each of you to come down

and make a toast to "Mister Ed,"

like I'm doing now.

- Not too late to sneak out. - Nope, he's just seen me.

I guess I should introduce myself to his new wife.

Ed.

Olivia, I'm so happy you've made it.

Of course. Mazel tov.

Hi, I'm Olivia Benson.

Patty Tucker. I have heard so much about you.

Oh, wow. Okay.

- All good. - There he is!

God, you still have your hair, you bastard!

I don't know if you've met my old bald partner, Gary Wald.

Hey, I took a bullet for you

back at the Two-Two, my brother.

Yeah, not on purpose, and he never lets me forget it either.

Who's the man of the hour?

Rachel.

And his old partner Gary,

still riding high in the saddle.

Rachel, long time no see.

Rachel and I went to the Academy together.

How have you been? Not as good as you.

I hear you have a son, you made Captain.

Those good old boys really looked out for you.

- Rachel, she paid her dues. - Not like I did.

Rachel, you still a bourbon drinker?

I'm good.

I just wanted to look my fellow officers

in the eye one more time.

Hear no evil, see no evil...

and evil.

- Oh! - Oh!

Ed.

God, Ed!

I'm all right, I'm all right.

Just maybe a couple of napkins.

You look like you could use a refill.

I'll make that a double afterwards.

Ed, what the hell was that about?

I have no idea.

I could barely even place her.

Anyway...

I've said my piece.

It's on the rest of you now.

Again, my name is Rachel Wilson.

I'm a former New York City police officer...

until I was pushed out of the club

a dozen years ago.

I'm making a video at the crime scene.

I am the victim.

She has two sons.

They're good kids, but they're testing me.

Uh, teenage boys.

I just don't know if I'm ready for that.

I'll have to use some of my old IAB psych tricks

to keep them in line.

It's the car.

It's locked. Oh, my God.

Uh, this is Captain Olivia Benson of SVU.

10-13 from 1-6-9 and Broadway.

Off-duty P.O. shot. Rush a bus.

*LAW & ORDER* Special Victims Unit

*LAW & ORDER Special Victims Unit* Season 21 Episode 12

Episode Title: "The Longest Night of Rain"

Liv?

She didn't make it?

She knew what she was doing.

She shot herself through the heart.

I'm sorry.

Well, I saw her throw a drink at Tucker.

- What was that about? - No idea.

You know, I knew her, we were friends.

I hadn't seen her in awhile and, uh, she was bright,

she was ambitious, and then...

and then I knew that she had a rough time over at Vice,

and she just... she just crashed and burned.

Rest in peace.

We've been saying that too much.

Heard you guys had a rough night.

Been a lot of those lately.

Captain knew her? She doing okay?

That and the loss of her brother, it's a lot.

She's been on the phone with 1PP all morning,

the grief guy's in there with her now.

Chief Garland says we all gotta check in with him.

All of us? Is that necessary?

Yeah, I mean, we need to start talking about this,

and not sweep it under the rug.

Okay, everybody, listen up.

Listen up.

- Is that the grief guy? - Yeah.

You okay?

Not great, but I'm dealing with it.

Thanks, Fin.

So as you all know, we lost one of our own last night.

She was a good woman.

This is an epidemic.

More of us are dying by our own hand than somebody else's.

Dr. Lindstrom is here

to speak with every single one of you.

Thank you, Captain Benson.

I know the last thing many cops wanna do

is talk about feelings or fears.

And we know that this is a stigma,

but the department policies have changed, thank God,

and asking for help is no longer a sign of weakness.

We've all been to way too many police funerals.

We can't afford to lose another brother or sister.

Thank you.

Like I said, I've got a supportive family.

They survived the Civil War in Lebanon

and came here with nothing.

We look out for each other.

I'm glad you have that.

- Thanks for humoring me. - Yeah.

You're up.

Sergeant Tutuola.

I'm guessing Kat didn't open up.

I can't really talk about another officer.

Everything anyone says to me is confidential.

Is that right? Let me ask you this.

If someone came in here and told you

they were going through a really rough time,

you'd report that?

We're setting up a system that allows cops

to make appointments with outside therapists

completely anonymously.

But you work for the police department.

In this capacity, yes.

But the department is more concerned that people get help,

rather than worrying about their records.

Yeah, but NYPD can still take my weapon away.

Well, if it's warranted, yeah.

And send me to the rubber gun squad.

So why would anybody ever tell you anything?

The thing that gets me

is that way that Rachel was talking last night.

It was like...

it was like I had the life that she should've had.

I'd take that with a grain of salt.