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.

All right, I will see you later.

- Adios. - Adios.

- I love you. - Adios.

Bye. Bye, papi.

- Bye, sweetie. - Adios, mi amor.

Bye, sweetie.

Bye.

I don't wanna go.

Come on, Noah. School is fun, right?

You got Teddy with you. You're all good.

Lucy wouldn't make me go. I wish she was my mommy.

What did you say?

I wish Lucy was my mommy.

Well, kiddo, looks like you're stuck with me.

Hold on, babe.

Just give me a second. Benson.

What?

Okay. Yes?

Noah!

Watch out!

Mommy!

Noah. It's okay, baby. It's okay, sweetheart.

You're okay. You're okay, my love.

You're okay. Oh, honey. You're okay.

Buenos dias, pendejo.

Benson.

Yes?

What? Is he okay?

Uh, no.

Uh, no, I'm sure.

If Noah was bruised, I definitely would have noticed it.

Is he okay? Is he in pain?

Okay, so maybe it was another student.

Okay, well, maybe he just fell.

Uh, I'm sorry. I have to go.

Guess what I caught. A couple of snapper, a sailfish,

and one fat-assed flounder.

- Damn. - Bottom feeder, huh?

Raped three women that we know about,

and then he bolted before we could arrest him.

Most people just call me Byron.

Didn't I tell you to shut your face?

The whole way home, he's yapping about old times.

Detective Benson. How are you?

A lot better now.

- I hope. - Yeah.

There he was just strolling down the pier in Havana.

Didn't even put up a fight.

Okay. Interrogation one.

I look forward to catching up.

Sand and sun. Cuba. What's not to like?

They should put that on their travel posters.

Oh, yeah. You know, personally, I find it morally reprehensible

that an American would give a nickel to the Castros.

The people, detective.

With all they've been through, they still have hope and heart.

My wife, my child.

I'd show you photos, but...

We're a little lacking in heart at the moment.

You never quite understood me.

I never wanted to.

Did I tell you how much I missed you, Detective Benson?

- It's Lieutenant. - Good for you.

You missed me so much, maybe you shouldn't have run.

Ah, well, when the wanderlust strikes, a man simply has no choice.

And the three women that you raped, they didn't have much choice, either.

This is what makes life worth living.

The verbal give and take, the push and pull;

The heave and ho keeps a man on his toes.

Well, had you stuck around for another 24 hours,

you'd know that your DNA matches all three victims.

I've always had a good sense of timing.

I should wipe that smug right off your face.

You shattered the lives of three innocent human beings.

And I suppose your sanctimonious crap

- fills their days... - Okay.

With sunshine and light! Now, let me guess.

You sent them cards on Christmas for two years. Three, tops.

But then you got a little busy.

Who doesn't? So you said to yourself, "You know what?

"I'll make sure I hit their birthdays this year.

They'll appreciate that more." But this and that came up.

A PBA conference here, a co-op meeting there.

And these three devastated human beings disappeared

from your thoughts like a puff of smoke

in a windstorm.

What the hell?

The sun will come up tomorrow,

and you'll have another victim or two to empty

that goopy stuff you're pouring out of your heart.

You done?

For now.

'Cause it seems like you've really given that a lot of thought.

Well, thanks to you, I've had a lot of time.

So, we've got you cold, Mr. Marks.

How about you confess, hmm?

Save us all a lot of time?

I suppose this is where I ask for a lawyer.

What happened to the old heave and ho?

Time and place, detective. Time and place.

Is there a limitations problem?

The rapes were forcible. He used an eight-inch blade.

He fled the jurisdiction before the lab could test his DNA.

Are there any problems with the arrest?

I thought we were supposed to be on the same team.

Do you know how many six-year-old cases dry up,

turn to dust, and blow to the four corners

by a reasonably competent defense attorney?

- Not this one. - Okay.

So Byron Marks met his vics at various farmers' markets.

He charmed them, he, you know, carried their bags...

Then the charming son of a bitch threatened to cut their breasts off

if they didn't enjoy their afternoon.

Lovely. Tell me how you caught him.

I was on vacation in Havana.

Marks didn't resist.

After I related his CV to the local authorities,

they were happy to assist me in bringing him home.

You buying that?

I am.

I'll arraign the bastard.

Reopen the case.

It was so long ago.

Honestly, I thought you would have, um,

reacted differently.

I thought so too.

Maybe you shouldn't have, I don't know,

gone to the trouble.

Marks forced you to have sex with him at knifepoint.

Look, it's my problem, and I'll live with it.

Just like I have to live with everything every day.

I know I don't mean much to people.

You know it too; It's why it took you six years

to get around to my case.

No, but we never stopped looking for him.

You shouldn't have wasted your time.

We can subpoena you.

You know what, Joyce?

Thank you. We'll be going now.

Good shot, Khalil!

And his daddy played junior college.

- Oh. - He ran off.

I can't even blame him. I mean, if I were a man,

why would I wanna be with someone...

You were sexually assaulted by an animal, Keesha.

That has nothing to do with you.

That's what the lady doctor at the ER said.

That's what Detective Benson said. What you said.

Easy words to say, but you all get to go home at night.

The next day, you move on to the next case.

Truth is, words are useless without time.

A lot of time.

We need you to testify.

No way that's gonna happen.

Things are good for me now.

I'm not gonna let that man take up any more of the time I got left.

Tell me that doesn't piss you off.

We finally catch this prick, and they tell us

that we wasted our time?

Marks was one of my first cases at SVU,

and he still... he still ranks on my top ten despicable list.

Makes him a lot scummier than I thought.

Yeah, and he was one of the first stops

in this investigation,

and I... I knock on his door, and he invites me in,

and he makes me feel, like, completely at home.

Yeah, with the fake charm, and the...

No, but see, that's it. It's not fake.

It's real.

I mean, he really is that charming.

You know, he was so charming, I could have invited him back

to meet mom and dad after a high school dance.

Yeah, I could have been one of those women.

I got a badge and a gun.

And still, that bastard changed the way I look at the world.

- Please don't tell me he's dead. - No, Karla. We got him.

Who's there?

An early Christmas present.

All right, in here?

- They're cops. - Uh...

They're here about that thing I told you about.

The rape, baby. They caught the bastard.

Whoop-di-doo.

Okay, so, we are gonna reopen the case.

And, you know, Karla, with your testimony, we really...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.