Law & Order: Special Victims Unit

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.

Lucy.

Morning.

Is Luca ready?

Oh, I meant to text you.

You don't need to walk him to school today.

He has...strep.

Oh, poor kid.

Well, does he need anything?

No!

My husband's helping out.

We're set.

- Okay, well, tell him I hope he feels--

Noah, where's the apple again?

Where do we have the apple?

Thank you!

Done.

Now, can you show me-- Sorry, Lucy. One sec.

Can you show me the orange?

The Crivellos--that's the other family that you work for?

Yes. There are two kids.

I walk the younger boy, Luca, to school.

I went over this morning to pick him up,

and his mom sent me away.

She was acting really strange.

Something was...off.

How do you mean?

Her voice was really shaky.

She was really nervous.

There were red marks on her neck too.

And her husband was there, yelling.

Maybe you could swing by?

Hi. Lisa.

Olivia Benson.

Sure. Noah's mom.

- Yeah. - Lucy's not here.

- Well, actually, I stopped by to speak with you.

- It's a bad day. Luca's sick.

Yeah.

You have a--you have a little cut there, over your eye.

- Oh, it's nothing. I should go.

- So how about I come back later?

Let her in.

- Actually, why not just come in now?

Okay.

Whoa. Hey!

- Hey, how you doing? Show me your hands!

- Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.

- What are you doing? Both hands up!

Now, bitch!

You think we're playing with you?

- No. No, I don't.

Okay. You're both in charge.

- One move, and I'll blow a hole right through your face.

- Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry.

Who the hell is she?

Get me her purse.

My name is Olivia Benson,

and I'm here by chance,

but I'm a New York City police officer.

You armed?

I am.

My weapon is holstered right here

on my right hip.

Ralph?

Come and take this.

You carrying a drop?

- I am not. I am not. You can check.

- I'm not asking permission. - Okay.

Ooh...oh.

We got a problem here.

The old man tell you where the money's at yet?

- No. He's holding out.

We don't keep cash here.

Right.

Kick his ass until he coughs.

- Ugh! -

Who all knows you're here?

No one.

- You better not be lying to me.

- I am not lying to you.

This your son?

Hmm?

It is.

Good.

Means that you don't want to die.

Roxie, tie her up.

- Listen to me. We don't need to do that.

I know that you and I can figure this--oh!

- I told you to shut the hell up.

- Anyone use a heavy bag in the weight room?

I brought my gloves.

You box?

- Yeah, I did Golden Gloves and pro-am.

You?

I don't want to hurt you.

- Hey. We got a call. Where's Liv?

- Looks like our push-in rapist struck again,

this time in Chelsea.

Same guy?

- He's black, tall, in his twenties.

He's armed, same M.O.

Plus, the vics ID'd the sketch.

Just like they did before.

All right.

Either way, let's bring him in alive.

Fin, notify central, alert transit--

- And housing. I know the drill.

I'm sure you do.

Carisi, tell the one one we're en route.

I'll text Benson when we get there.

Come on, Richard!

- Ugh! -

Boss man. Where's the safe?

- Ralph, please.

I told you, we don't have a safe.

- Useless! - Ugh!

- Joe, he says they ain't got a safe.

- You swore that there was cash here.

They own ten supermarkets. - Yeah, okay.

Roxie, she's upstairs. She's going through the jewelry,

and when she's done, we should go.

- You said there's a safe. Go find it.

- The girl rang the bell at 6:00 a.m.

Said she'd been robbed.

I went to call 911. Those two burst in.

- Have you ever seen them before?

- The one with the hat, Ralph.

He used to drive a truck for my husband's stores.

Richard told me he fired him.

They've got Luca tied upstairs.

- What the hell's taking Roxie so long?

Who's that?

Don't worry about it.

Go downstairs and find that safe.

- You got a text about some rapist.

- I really need to answer that.

Please.

- There. You just did.

What did you find?

$200

and a bunch of crap jewelry.

Where's the real stuff, huh?

- I told you there's nothing in here.

- Mm...maybe we should bring the little boy downstairs.

- Hold on there. Let's not do that.

- Wait. We do have a safe deposit box.

Oh. Nearby?

- Joe, hey man, hey, I found some electronics.

New plan.

We're taking Mommy to the bank.

- So you get back from your run...

Yeah, I heard someone.

I thought it was my husband,

but then I felt the gun.

And where were you, sir?

The apartment door was open.

I walk in, and then I see this guy on top of Stacey.

And I just yelled, "Stop! Police!"

I'm not police.

- That's good. You scared him.

- Yeah, he-- he went out that window.

Wasn't more than 20 minutes ago.

- He didn't rape me, but it was close.

I scratched his face.

- Okay, that's great. DNA.

Swab and scrape her hands.

Nothing on the canvass yet?

- No. Building's on lockdown.

- That's a long jump down He might be hurt.

Neighbors called in a suspicious man checking doors

on the adjacent roof.

- Good. He's stuck up there.

Let's go.

- Luca? - Where's Mommy?

- Uh-uh. - She's okay, sweetheart.

I have to pee.

- Let me just check if he's okay.

I just want to help the kid.

Oh, you want to help?

How about you get on the bed?

Rox?

- He's armed! Gun on the ground, now!

- Put the gun on the ground. Come out with your hands up!

- You gonna shoot me like you did that other black man?

- I'm not gonna shoot you. Let's go.

- All right, hands on the wall!

Hands on the wall!

Come on. Come on!

Come here.

Hey.

They caught your rapist.

We should celebrate, huh?