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.

Mom! Hey, sweetie.

Hi.

I am so sorry, Miss Olivia.

Oh, please don't apologize, Martha.

Go home and take care of your husband's migraine.

Thank you. OK.

We'll see you tomorrow? Yes.

OK, great. Yes, bye.

She feed you yet? Not yet.

Well, Mommy is tired and hungry,

so what do you say we go to Shake Shack?

Really? Cute kid.

Ah, Noah, this is Detective Muncy.

Nice to meet you, little man. Hi.

OK, I'll meet you at the elevator.

You're working late? Yeah.

Sarge approved overtime on my Peeping Tom case.

Figured I'd eliminate every Hamilton Heights rando

on the sex registry and maybe get lucky

with a perp that doesn't like to commute.

Well, did you find anything? Big waste of time.

So there's nothing that you can do about dead ends,

but just make sure that all your mistakes happen

before you hit the stand

because there's no do-overs in court.

OK. OK.

Also, Muncy, gentle reminder.

This isn't gang unit, right?

You got to do something about your wardrobe.

OK. Good night.

Good night.

Dad, do you even know what you're doing?

I do now, after watching that video

you were kind enough to send me three times.

Why don't we just call a contractor?

After what happened?

The less we use them, the better.

And if I do the work, we'll save money.

Money we need to buy all the kitchen equipment.

Dude, this is too painful to watch.

Would you like to give it a try?

I totally would, if I didn't have so much math homework.

Then go do it, totally,

instead of acting like my supervisor.

Hey, hey, hey. OK, you two. Whatever.

Do you hear how she talks to me?

Dude, totally, whatever. OK.

Rav, it's America.

You wanted to come here now for a change.

Come here.

So what's next, a pedicure?

Do I look like the kind of girl that gets a pedicure?

Look, I...

I'm not a stylist. Why am I here?

I told you. My brother's got a date.

Well, for all you know, I could have been on one too.

Oh, yeah? With which hand?

Which one do you like?

Split the difference and go with the gray one.

All right, weird question.

Which one's the gray one?

Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm colorblind.

That's why I asked you to come with me.

Yeah, it looks great. It suits you.

Whatever. Just get whatever you like.

It's not about what I like. It's about what Benson likes.

SVU is not the gang unit.

We're working with victims now,

and Benson wants me to project empathy and professionalism.

Well, you got the first one down.

Come on, cowgirl.

Hey.

Who are you?

What are you doing?

There's no money.

I promise.

There is nothing in the till. We are not open yet.

Rav?

Aah!

Hello?

911. What's your emergency?

Where is Priya?

Nisha and Rav Singh own the restaurant

and live in the apartment above it.

So the intruder forced his way in the back?

Yeah, he shot the husband in the kitchen,

made his way to the wife.

Are they OK? They're both unconscious.

On their way to Mercy as we speak.

Listen, so far, this is sounding like a home invasion.

Why'd you call us?

Well, the wife was naked.

It looked like a rape.

Copy that.

There's a lot of blood. Yeah.

...45 cal.

That guy is lucky to be alive.

You think the wife was the real target?

I mean, look at the place.

There's nothing to steal. Yeah.

The missus was laying right here.

Shower is still wet.

That explains the nudity.

So wife's washing up.

She hears him coming in,

reaches for the phone, and calls 911.

Boom, ambushed.

The 911 operator sends the unis,

who only ID it as rape and get us involved.

And you don't think this is a rape?

One look at the bedroom will tell.

Perp was in full control. Husband is down for the count.

He could have raped her in the bedroom,

then dragged her over here

in an attempt to wash away the evidence before the shot.

Yo, Velasco.

They have a teen daughter.

Huh.

Unis didn't mention that.

Yeah, Priya Singh.

Packed in a hurry, dumped her clothes in a trash bag.

Now it's starting to make sense.

Immigrant family, dad didn't approve of her dating.

She gets the boyfriend to shoot mom and dad

before they run away together. OK.

You're putting a little too much emphasis

on the birth control there, hot shot.

Sometimes young girls use them to regulate their periods.

I know that. Yeah.

But then, why hide it?

Like you said, immigrant family.

Pop is strict, old world, wouldn't understand,

so mom tells the girl to hide them to keep the peace.

But she didn't run away, not without her phone.

She was taken.

Priya Singh, 15.

Her family moved to the U.S. five years ago.

She's now a sophomore at Stuyvesant.

And we think that she's the target of the home invasion?

It's starting to look like it.

So the perp knew she was home.

The restaurant was under construction.

No security cams.

CSU is checking for touch DNA, prints.

We canvassed, but nobody heard anything,

not even the gunshots.

Crime is on an upswing.

Gunshots are the new soundtrack of the city.

What about the parents? How are they doing?

Still in surgery.

Anything on Priya's phone, social media, friends?

So far, no red flags.

Excuse me, Cap.

If you ask me, I think it's a good thing

the guy emptied her drawers and took some clothes.

He's planning to keep her.

It means there's a chance she's still alive.

Good deduction.

By the way, nice jacket.

Mother's out of surgery. She's asking for her daughter.

Great. Rollins.

My husband, is he OK?

Your husband is alive.

He's here in ICU.

And Priya?

She wasn't in the apartment, Mrs. Singh.

No. He took her?

Before he shot me, he was asking where Priya was.

So he knew her name? Mm-hmm.

Did you get a look at him?

No, he was wearing a helmet

that covered his face and his eyes.

Can you describe anything else about him?

His race or his build?

He was a big man with dirty hands.

After I fell, I noticed his boots.

His boots, they were very strange.

They had some kind of an apron on them.

OK.

Have you had any men doing work in your restaurant lately?

We had a contractor.

But he and Rav had a fight, and Rav fired him.

Did he tell you why? No.

But that's why Rav has been doing all of the work himself.

Yeah, I remember him.

That restaurant job down on 12th.

The guy is a prick. How so?

That Indian guy wanted his money back, all of it,

just because him and one of my day laborers got into a fight.

About what?

He claimed he was looking at his daughter.