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.

So I'm eight years old. I go to the store with my mom.

Now, while she's paying, I end up boosting

some, uh... some Rolos.

When I was that age, I was all about Jujubes.

So what am I gonna do, right?

We get outside, pull the Rolos out of my BVDs.

She busts me.

She makes me go back into the store.

I got to cop to everything.

I cried... I cried like a little baby,

and then I had to do it all over again on Sunday

at confession, but bless her heart,

she never did tell my old man.

My pops would've backhanded me if I did something stupid.

I stayed out of trouble mostly out of fear.

What we got?

We caught a job off a 911 call.

People screaming in room 240.

When we got up here, nobody answered the door.

Security let us in.

We got a bloody steak knife in the sink here.

It is nasty, but why call SVU?

Take a look in that ice bucket.

Aw! Come on.

If I'm not mistaken, that's a set of testicles.

- Aw, jeez. - Confirmed.

You found these on ice?

They were on the bed.

I put 'em in there.

Good thinking.

Hey, Carisi, check this out.

He's still alive.

Jason Karr, the unfortunate recipient of an amateur gonadectomy.

Patrol said that they recovered the missing parts

and brought them here?

Once the spermatic cord is severed, the testicles are just medical waste.

Good news is he'll be okay with some plastic surgery,

prosthetics, hormone replacement therapy.

Depends what you mean by okay.

- Yeah. - Any defensive wounds?

None, but his tox screen showed a high level

of alprazolam, and his BAC was 0.19.

Lucky for Mr. Karr, he was thoroughly zonked

when he gave up the family jewels.

And how soon can we talk to him?

Once his anesthesia wears off,

we'll move him to the ICU.

Okay.

- Thanks. - Benson. Oh, hi.

Thank you so very much. That is... that is great news.

Yeah, thank you. Thank you very much.

The DA cleared me.

They are closing the investigation

of Noah's bruises.

Liv, I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

Yeah, well... happy ending at least.

I called 911 a few minutes after I left the hotel.

Why were you there?

I was visiting a friend who was staying there.

As I was going to the elevator,

I heard people screaming at each other in room 240.

A man and a woman.

Did you hear what they were saying, Ms. Galen?

Nora. Not really. It was mostly profanity.

So why not knock on the door, see if anyone needed help?

Well, it was none of my business, really.

But as soon as I left, I started to feel guilty

I didn't do anything.

I hope everybody's okay.

Let's just say it's a good thing you called us.

Julie Wade?

That's right.

Detective Tutuola and Detective Carisi,

from SVU in the city.

Oh, hi. What's going on?

We're investigating an incident that happened

in Manhattan last night.

- Manhattan? - Yeah, you made a reservation

at the Midtown Skyline Hotel.

Checked in around 6:30 in the evening?

No, there must be some mistake.

I was here with my boyfriend.

Well, it was booked under your VISA card.

Hold on a second.

Julie! Where the hell are you?

- Who are these mopes? - Police officers.

Something about one of my credit cards.

Well, get rid of 'em and make me something to eat.

- I'm gonna be late. - Sure, babe.

Oh, my God! My card is gone.

Okay, well, when was the last time you saw it?

I remember using it at Costco on Monday.

I must've left it there.

Know this guy?

No.

Why? Did something happen to him?

That's all we need. Sorry about bothering you.

Guess I should cancel my card.

That seem sketch to you?

People do lose their credit cards.

Especially after cutting some guy's testes off.

What, her?

No, my money goes on Stanley Kowalski in there.

TARU will run the E-ZPasses.

I ducked into a hotel bar to kill some time,

and there was an attractive woman at the bar, and I...

I start talking to her.

- And what was her name? - Angela.

Said she was in the city on business.

Okay, can you describe her?

Dark hair. Uh, late 20s.

Maybe 5'6".

Is that... is that Angela?

Not even close.

So, Mr. Karr, tell us exactly what happened.

We had some cocktails, and... and then she invited me

up to her room, and she made me a drink from the minibar.

And...

we started getting friendly.

Like you do, you know?

And that's... that's the last thing I remember.

I just... I came to on the bed,

and... and I was sitting in a...

In a bloody, sticky mess.

Jesus, I haven't even called my wife yet.

I mean, what am I gonna say?

I can certainly call her for you and tell her that you're here,

and that you were a victim of... of an assault.

Yeah. I mean, and then what?

We're going to find the person who did this to you.

You're gonna get through this, Mr. Karr.

Jason Karr, age 46.

He works as a copy editor

for a company that publishes trade magazines.

He's married, no kids. Lives on Grand Street.

Fin, you get anything from the hotel bartender?

Not much. He remembers Karr with a woman during happy hour.

They paid cash.

And I get the whole seduction-robbery thing.

That's been going on for ages. But why castrate the guy?

Somebody with anger issues.

This kind of act is almost always motivated by revenge.

And there's a sexual component.

Yeah, but Karr says he doesn't know the perp.

Could be some psycho that hates men.

Or the cutter's taking care of somebody else's business.

Yeah, a jilted lover. Pissed spouse.

Stanley Kowalski, huh? Wait, hang on a second.

I think I got something on the hotel security video.

This is two minutes before the 911 call.

Fin, you recognize anybody here?

That's Julie Wade.

That's the woman with the stolen credit card.

That's right. So much for being in Yonkers

with her boyfriend that night.

Am I in some kind of trouble?

Well, why don't you tell us about your VISA card again?

I'm pretty sure I left it at Costco.

Well, that's an out-and-out lie,

because you were at the Skyline Hotel on 10th Avenue that night.

That isn't me. I mean, it looks like me.

But I was home.

Okay, well, we also have your E-ZPass

going into the city at 5:07 p.m.

So how do you know Jason Karr?

- Who? - Come on.

Julie, you're just digging yourself

into a deeper and deeper hole right now.

I don't know him.

Then why was he in your hotel room?

And why did he leave that room minus his balls?

I'm sorry, what?

He was castrated.

Wait, am I under arrest for this?

Not yet.

Then I better get home.

Before your boyfriend misses his 4:00 feeding?

He doesn't need to know about this, okay?

Julie's not a good liar.

She's terrified.

So how do we connect her to Karr?

Rollins and I showed Karr her DMV photo.

He says he doesn't know her.

I understand why she would lie, but why would he lie?

Fin, did the lab get back to you about the name

that was on the knife that we found at the hotel room?

Cheyenne.

Cheyenne?

Isn't that a steak house in Hell's Kitchen?

It's three blocks from her hotel.

Maybe that's where their night started.

I'll check.

I'm not really good with faces. I'm more of a word person.

Here's a word. Focus.