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.

- We didn't wanna do this without any of you here.

- You are taking the Fordham job.

I am.

My wife, the professor.

- I know that you have to do this.

I have to try.

I love you, Amanda.

I love you, Liv.

- I see a lot of people come and go.

I never thought she'd be one of them.

Yeah.

She left the chipmunk, so there's that.

What do you wanna do with it?

Well, now that she's gone,

McGrath is finally gonna have to sign off on more bodies.

- We're gonna need this desk space eventually.

- Yeah, just put it in the break room.

- What, you wanna eat with this thing looking at you?

- Fin, I don't care where you put it.

It just... it can't stay out here.

I feel it too, her absence.

Good night, Fin.

- Nothing good ever happens at night.

Speaking of.

Chief. You look rattled.

Is everything okay?

No.

You still beating yourself up

about that sex bunker guy from Fishkill?

Elias Olsen.

- Yeah, I know which one you're talking about, Duarte.

The whole damn trial blew up because of my temper.

Pretty conceited, isn't it?

Judge calls a mistrial because some lady cop goes all Karen

on the witness stand.

That's not enough.

- Do not call me a Karen while I'm armed.

- All I'm saying, you're not that important.

Maybe I'm not cut out for SVU.

- You telling me you wanna come back to Gangs?

If I did?

- I'd tell you you made your bed, and now it's wet.

Figure out a way to lie in it.

That's your advice?

That's my advice.

- A civil rights investigation by the Department of Justice.

Into one of our units.

- Chief, we both know that Bronx SVU

has been a mess for a while.

Question is, why are they coming in now?

- It was all triggered by that wrongful termination case.

- The whistleblower cop, yeah. What is his name?

- Terry. Terry... yeah. - Terry Bruno.

- God, there was a lot of dirty laundry came out of that case.

- Well, if you ask me, the guy did the city a favor.

Oh, no. Trust me.

The guy's no saint. He did it for the money.

And from what I hear, he got himself a nice little payout.

- Well, if that's what it takes to make

change up there, good for him.

- Well I'm glad that's how you feel.

What does that mean?

Solidarity.

- You want me to go up to The Bronx?

Yes, I do.

The only way to get the Feds out of there

is to clear a bunch of cases.

- Okay, don't you have anyone else?

You know that I am one person down.

And whose fault is that?

You're the one who told Rollins to seek the truth,

or whatever it was.

- Look, I'm not... I'm not saying no.

But offhand, I don't have the time.

I don't have the resources.

- And that sounds an awful lot like a no.

Let me think about it?

- I don't have time to let you think.

- This is a very big ask on very short notice.

- Hey, what's up with McGrath? My guy's looking shattered.

- Whatever it is, I'm guessing Liv ain't gonna be the one

to glue his ass back together.

- So we'll eat first and then homework, right?

- I can eat and do homework at the same time.

It's called multitasking.

Oh, I know what it means.

Mom, what's going on?

Noah, I want you to go inside.

- But Mom, what's... - No, no, no.

Noah, now you go inside and you tell Jorge to call the police.

Honey, take this and tell him it's a 10-13.

- Can you remember that? - A 10-13?

- 10-13, right. And don't leave the lobby.

NYPD, drop your weapon.

We take what we want.

Drop it, now.

For Sabo.

And Ricky.

This is for Sleep.

Hands up where I can see them.

Mom!

- Mom! - Noah, get back inside!

I saw the machete, I identified myself as NYPD,

and I told the boy to drop his weapon.

- Boy? - They were so young.

They were 14, 15 years old.

I mean, I almost took a shot at his head.

- But you didn't? - Did you find the kids?

- Not yet. Tell me what happened.

- So his moped comes out of nowhere,

it knocks me to the ground.

That's when I lost my weapon, and then they kicked me.

They stomped on me.

And then I just caught this glint of... of a machete.

- What makes you think these guys were BX9?

- I worked a case a few months back,

I collared a couple of them.

I'm guessing that I was greenlit.

Look... look, protocol says that now is the time

when I give you my gun.

Okay?

Are we done?

I really need to get back to my kid.

Blow until you hear the beep.

0.0, in the clear.

- We'll take you to the hospital.

- Okay, I don't need to go to the hospital.

- Yeah, you do. - This is my sergeant, okay?

So if you don't mind.

- I'll wait for you in the squad car.

- Not as pretty as Rollins, but I'll try my best

with this emotional support thing.

- Between the two of you, we both know who's softer.

Can you believe this?

- It looks like the Tremont clique know where you live.

- I mean, these people are pretty ballsy

going after a New York City captain on her turf.

Well, I heard on the radio

you blew out one of their kneecaps.

- I didn't wanna shoot any of them.

They were kids.

- Well, you have a lot more restraint than I would have.

He's somebody's son.

- Some bullets have a lesson behind them.

- You know what I don't understand?

We put these bangers away in the summer.

Why are they coming after me now?

Your boy Duarte might know.

Where's Noah?

- He's... I told him to go inside.

Fin, will you stay with him?

Yeah.

Me and a half dozen of New York City's finest.

I gotta go get checked out.

No broken bones.

BP's normal, considering.

You'll be sore tomorrow, especially your lower back.

So same as yesterday.

- Captain Benson, you have a visitor.

Thank you.

Hey, Cap.

Jeez, you all right?

- I will be, once I get my hands on Oscar Papa.

Well, that's not an SVU case.

And how do you know that...

that Papa's behind all this, anyway?

- Who else has the power to greenlight

a New York City captain and her 11-year-old son?

- Well, I got a call under Bronx Gangs,

who no doubt will handle this with all the swiftness

that it deserves.

You called Duarte?

He's our expert on BX9.

Well, I'm sure he loved that.

- Look, whatever beef exists between you two,

I suggest you put it to rest because he's coming

tomorrow morning to take your victim statement.

My victim statement?

Well, you are a victim, right?

Thank you.

How is he?

He fell asleep.

- No child should have to live like this.

- You don't need any kind of parenting book to know that.

So what's the plan?