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.

I got to tell you, this food is fantastic.

Mmm.

Korean/Mexican fusion.

I live three blocks from this place. I never knew it existed.

Takes time to explore.

Exactly.

Something wrong?

No.

Just the opposite.

Everything is just right.

I'm healthy. Uh...

Reasonably sane.

And I'm having dinner with an amazing, beautiful woman.

But?

I think I might put the shield down.

You're gonna retire?

- To do what? - To do nothing.

To smell the damn flowers.

Hopefully, with somebody like you.

I've been doing this a long time and at a certain point,

you know, enough is enough.

This job will swallow you whole, if you let it.

So don't let it.

You're saying you're not ready, is that it?

I'm saying that...

I just had a great dinner with a great man.

Now you're deflecting.

Maybe.

We both know that this hasn't been quite as easy

as we both thought it would be.

I know.

But be honest, Liv.

What does the future hold for you?

For us?

Listen, this company screams "takeover."

It's trendy, relevant, the marketing is youthful and current.

- I think Smith'll jump at this. - Really?

Because they make organic craft ale that young people overpay for?

No, because our client needs to rebrand. Being venerable is a curse these days.

That stock, it's trading at a 20% discount to its peers.

I agree.

Smith needs to pivot fast.

They can't keep focusing on carbonated soft drinks.

Buying Hollow Artisan Ale would be their industry pivot.

Please stop saying "pivot."

We get it, Brad.

I appreciate what you guys are going for,

but I don't like it.

Okay.

What's your plan?

Changing who you are, who you really are,

is almost impossible, so let's embrace the venerable

and double down on who they already are.

Well, that's either brilliant,

or we're all getting fired tomorrow morning.

You sent her flowers and you never even met?

No, we saw each other from across the room,

I waved... it's called being bold.

Or scary.

Okay, wait, wait, wait.

- So being romantic is scary? - Depends.

On what?

On whether or not she thinks you're cute.

What is it?

Nothing.

Um, I thought I saw someone that I knew.

Nate.

One more round for everyone.

- Same thing? - Mm-hmm.

Got ya.

Sorry about the late call, Liv.

It's okay. What do we got?

Vic's name is Quinn Berris. She's 27,

lives alone, single.

She called 911 at 11:25.

She says a guy in a mask jumped her,

pushed her into her apartment,

and sexually assaulted her at knifepoint.

Okay, let's track down surveillance footage

and talk to all these neighbors.

- I'm already on it. - Good.

It's okay.

- Thank you. - No problem.

Quinn, I'm Lieutenant Benson,

and this is Detective Tutuola.

We're from the Special Victims Unit.

Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?

I understand the man who did this wore a mask.

Yes, it was a black mask.

Was he short or tall?

Medium height, medium build.

Could you tell if he was black or white?

No.

But it doesn't really matter.

What do you mean?

I think I know who did this.

His name is Ray Wilson.

And he's been stalking me since college.

So Quinn, if you can.

I'd like you to tell me more about Ray Wilson.

We met at college.

At Rutgers.

We went on one date.

I just wasn't interested

and he wouldn't leave me alone.

He just kept texting me and following me,

and he started leaving notes on my car

and buying me gifts,

and he even followed me to my parents' house once.

Did you get a restraining order?

Yes, of course.

But he didn't care.

And then one day after class,

he was in my closet.

Did he assault you?

No, I threw my coffee at him

and ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and called 911.

The police came five minutes later.

He go to prison?

Yes... he got out on parole last year.

Moved back to Paterson.

Okay, and did he ever contact you again?

Yeah, he... he sent a letter of apology...

to my office.

And it made me nervous, so I called Sergeant Cole.

Sergeant Cole?

He's the officer that saved me that night.

Okay.

And are you two still in touch?

Yeah, we sort of became friends.

I knew his daughter, we went to college together.

He's retired now, anyway.

I asked him to make sure that Ray wasn't

still obsessed with me.

I should've called NYPD...

The only thing that you need to worry about is you.

Okay?

You're gonna be okay, Quinn.

You're gonna get through this.

Ray Wilson. He's 27.

He was convicted four years ago of breaking and entering

and attempted sexual assault.

- Now, he was paroled in October. - Okay, any other priors?

No, that's it.

Just talked to Quinn's neighbors.

- Nobody saw or heard anything. - Surveillance?

Still looking, but so far, nothing.

- Rape kit? - No semen, no DNA.

But the perp definitely used a condom.

They found a ripped packet underneath her bed.

They're running that for prints and DNA now.

Yeah, so far, the only forensic evidence we have

is a fresh cigarette butt... it was found on the courtyard

- in front of Quinn's door. - Well, hopefully the lab

will come up with some DNA.

Otherwise, we got a whole lot of nothing.

Except Ray Wilson, of course.

- You want us to track him down? - Uh, no.

Let's talk to this Sergeant Cole first.

The more we know about Ray Wilson beforehand,

the better.

Let's take a ride to Jersey.

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Oh, yeah!

Uh-oh! Now you can't stop me.

Look out! Oh, my good...

Who's winning?

Youth.

- You must be Lieutenant Benson. - I am.

- And this is Detective Carisi. - Tom Cole.

Hey, nice place you got here.

Thanks. My wife does everything.

- I just grill the steaks. - Mmhmm.

Let's get some privacy.

Have a seat.

I'll leave you folks to talk shop.

Are you sure I can't get you guys something?

- Coffee or tea... - Oh, we're fine, thank you.

- Uh, Linda. - Linda.

I talked to Quinn a few hours ago.

Oh. She called you.

Yeah, she's devastated and terrified.

She's convinced Ray Wilson did this.

I understand.

So you and Quinn are pretty close.

My wife and I, we sort of took her in.

She said that you spoke to Ray Wilson recently.

Yeah, after he sent that letter last month,

Quinn got nervous.

She was afraid he'd start stalking her again,

so I paid him a visit.

Reintroduced myself, you know what I mean.

- And how'd that go? - Okay.

Considering how screwed up he is.