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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.
No, I wasn't aware...
I mean, I'm not surprised.
He certainly deserves it.
It's long overdue.
Yeah, well, thank you...
Thank you for telling me!
Bye.
Fin.
- Yeah? - Can I have a minute?
Can you close the door?
So...
You weren't gonna tell me. You're just...
- not gonna show up one day? - It's not like that.
"It's not like that"? I have to hear from Dodds?
He always had a big mouth.
I thought we were like family here.
I mean...
You know, Fin, on days when...
A perp walks or a victim dies,
you know, I look
at your desk.
And it reminds me that there is a cop
who will kick in doors, and...
Give everything he has without hesitation, and...
I don't have to look behind me,
because I know...
That he has my back.
And now...
Now he's Sergeant Tutuola.
I just didn't want to make a big thing out of it, you know?
The two-one, huh?
Gotta start somewhere.
I'm really happy for you.
- Congratulations. - Thanks.
And don't think you're getting away without a party.
Sergeant.
Why are there flowers?
To make us happy.
I think I'm happy.
That means a lot to me, Pam.
- Maybe next week we can... - See more flowers.
Whatever you want.
"Beauty is truth, truth, beauty.
"That is all ye know on Earth,
and all ye need to know."
You used to say that all the time, remember?
It wasn't me, Pam. That was Dad.
It was?
We should probably get you back to Bayview.
Dr. Cosgrove will think I stole you.
Well, no more flowers.
Next week.
What is that?
It's marzipan, Maddie. It's good!
Take it away!
Aww, thank you.
Oh, no, I already took them, ma'am.
No, my love, you took them yesterday.
We were knitting.
Thursday is knitting day.
Today's Friday, honey.
Are you sure?
Fridays I don't forget.
Did you enjoy Frank today?
I saw you singing.
Marzipan cookies?
They were yummy.
And I was raped.
Madeline Thomas is 82 with mid stage Alxheimer's.
She tends to blend fiction and reality.
So what are you saying? You don't think she was raped?
One of the soap operas had a storyline about ghosts,
and for weeks, Madeline was convinced
there was a ghost in her closet.
I thought we were better safe than sorry.
Right, you did... you did right to call us, Doctor.
This is her room. You have some visitors, Maddie.
- I'll be in my office. - Hi, Maddie.
I'm Detective Rollins. This is Detective Carisi...
It's sugar and honey and almond meal.
- Excuse me? - It's her recipe
for marzipan cookies. She's been talking about it
all afternoon.
I'm Christine Ritchie, her daughter.
Grandma says you have to be careful.
Too much almond meal gives it a bite.
- I'll remember that. - Okay.
Maddie, you...
You told your nurse that you were raped.
I did?
That's why they're here, Mom.
Tell them about the man.
The man...
Oh, Frankie!
He came to my party.
Is he the one that assaulted you?
There was a Frank Sinatra impersonator today.
Sophie's going to be so jealous!
She should have come!
Mom, tell them what you told me.
He came into your room,
he pushed your shoulders down...
It was horrible, horrible.
He held my shoulders down,
and I pushed, and pushed against him,
and against him, but he was so strong, I...
Mom, it's okay.
I'm sorry.
That's okay. Uh, Maddie,
we're gonna go on a little... little trip, okay?
We're gonna go to the doctor.
Oh.
Well, I should get dressed.
We'll wait outside.
Come on, Mom. Come on.
Doc, I'm gonna need a list of all your employees.
They've all been screened.
Eh, still, I'm gonna need that list.
- Fine. - What about visitors to your facility?
Patients' families, mostly. I can get you those records
and footage from our security cameras.
You videotape your patients' rooms?
Of course not. They're sick.
They're still entitled to a modicum of privacy.
We film the common areas.
If you're asking my medical opinion,
it's all in her head.
Maybe. But still,
I'm gonna need to talk to all your employees,
just to be sure.
I just thought she was getting old.
Forgetful, you know?
Maybe I could have done something.
Maybe I could have caught it earlier,
- if I'd just called some... - Christine...
I don't think it works that way.
I found Esconso Gardens.
It's the best facility in the city.
- You're a good daughter. - Am I?
Do I do it for her or do I do it for me?
She's my mom. I feel like I shoved her
into an $18,000-a-month garbage heap,
just so I wouldn't have to deal with her.
You don't know how to handle someone with dementia.
I could have learned, I...
I could have hired someone.
She changed my dirty diapers.
The least I could have done was...
Then maybe this wouldn't have happened.
Well, we don't know yet that it did.
- Hey. - Christine,
this is my lieutenant, Olivia Benson.
- I'm so very sorry, Christine. - Thank you.
I guess it bothers me more than it does my mom.
Well, you know, when a... when a woman is raped,
unfortunately, she's not the only victim.
It affects everyone who's close to her.
Look, has your mother ever complained
about being mistreated at the facility?
She said she didn't like the members of this club.
The help was great, though.
If I didn't laugh, I'd go crazy.
Ms. Ritchie?
How is she?
Confused.
But my guess, not raped.
- Oh, thank God. - I still have to wait
for the lab tests, to be sure.
- Can I see her? - Of course.
So there was no bruising?
Not that you would expect if she were raped.
No vaginal trauma, nothing on her shoulders,
her inner thighs, her arms, her neck.
No evidence of semen.
I doubt we'll find any DNA but hers.
Great, can you put a rush on that?
- Sure. - Thank you.
It's all right, Mom, it's okay.
No!
- Excuse us. - Uh...
When will the results be back?
Not sure just yet, but as soon as we hear anything
we'll let you know.
Hi, Madeline.
My name is Olivia Benson.
Oh, Olivia, that's a pretty name.
Thank you.
Did he rape you too?
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