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.

Help! Help!

Help!

Mom, help!

No! Get off!

Then Turtle decided the hill wasn't so big

and started into the sunrise.

Okay.

Good night, kiddo.

You sleep tight.

Can I have Eddie, just in case?

Yes.

This is Eddie.

Oh.

Eddie the Elephant.

Here you go. Let's tuck him in, okay?

Good night, Eddie.

All right, sweetheart.

I can't wait to learn about all your favorite things.

- Sleep tight. - Good night, grandma.

- Do you like... - So how long...

Oh, sorry. I interrupted.

- Go ahead. - No, I'm sorry.

- You were saying? - Are you enjoying New York?

- It's interesting, I'm sure. -

Excuse me. Benson.

Okay. Uh, all right.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Okay.

Sorry.

- Is everything okay? - Yeah, it's just a, uh...

It's just a work thing.

Oh.

Well, I'd... I'd be happy to stay with Noah.

Uh, that's okay. I'm already calling Lucy.

Thank you, though.

I understand.

Rollins.

Thanks, just as soon as you can.

Yeah. Dead teenage girl.

Looks like an OD.

- Heroin? - That'd be a safe bet.

We found this on her.

No purse, no wallet, no cell.

- Was she raped? - There's blood

on her sweatpants, and her face and arms

speak for themselves.

Okay.

Damn. She looks like she's 15.

Well, the ME confirms

that her injuries were consistent with sexual assault.

And the heroin that she shot up with

was laced with fentanyl.

That's what killed her.

Well, a search of the nearby trash didn't turn up her ID

- or her cell. - Fingerprints?

No, not in the system. Neither was her DNA.

I assume nobody filed a missing persons report.

Nothing that was close.

The saddest thing in the world.

- A dead Jane Doe. - Yeah.

So she didn't have the cash.

How did she pay for these drugs?

A young girl like that's got a lot more to offer than cash.

Or some enterprising scumsucker swoops in

while she's OD'ing and robs her.

Before or after he rapes her?

You know who sells this?

Not yet.

I don't miss narcotics. What is this?

Some kind of narco holiday I don't know about?

Yeah, we call it Tuesday.

OD's are off the charts. My brother's a cop out in Ohio.

They're running out of room to store the bodies.

- Here it is. - Billy Lucas.

I never heard of him.

One of the young turks. Made a name for himself

selling high-quality heroin and stamping it with a bolt.

What, 'cause it hits you like a bolt of lightning?

Yeah. And screws you up.

So where can I find Billy?

Rikers. Since January of last year.

- Look, that's not the same. - Wouldn't be the first time

someone counterfeited a hot seller.

So, where was Lucas dealing?

Harlem. Where'd you find your vic?

Down in the East Village. Who's selling down there?

Uh, Benjamin West, AKA Jinky.

George Ruiz. And Andre Johnson,

AKA Hackapulco.

Cross-check these guys with Lucas' known associates.

Looks like I'm taking a trip to Hackapulco.

What up, G?

That's him.

Burgundy bomber, black sweatpants.

Copy that.

Don't leave till we get to know each other.

Get your hands on the car.

Any needles? No?

What do we got here?

Nothing.

Not like I'm Facebook friends with everybody I meet.

How about those who buy the crap you're selling?

How about the ones you raped?

Oh, hell no. You got the wrong bro.

And that little bit you got me with?

Man, I'll be ordering lunch

from my favorite gyro cart tomorrow.

Yeah? Well, unless they change

the penalty for rape, you'll have to tell them

you'll pick it up in about 25 years, all right?

There's no way I raped that ho.

Okay, so, tell them it'll only be about three to fifteen.

Because whatever was in that crap you gave her,

it killed her.

Look, I never sold to the bitch.

Bitch? Okay, are you trying

- to go to jail? - All right,

I never sold to the young lady. But you knew her.

She was with a dude I did business with.

Some white dude. Had a weird

white boy 'stache. So, what now?

Yeah, that's the dude. You see?

I'm a good citizen, helping you out and all.

- So I can go now. - While we appreciate

how devastated you are that your drugs are killing people,

no. No, you can't go.

- Who's she? - I'm the bitch

that's gonna smack your pretty face

the next time I hear you say, "ho."

Swab him.

Find Mr. 'Stache.

Oh, you're looking good, Tommy,

especially after such a rough night.

Yeah, OD'ing can be pretty hard on a body.

Nothing like a shot of Narcan to fix that, huh?

Whoa.

Just so you know,

that girl you were with last night,

she wasn't that lucky.

Natalie.

- Is she okay? - Actually, she's not.

What went on last night?

I hadn't seen her in, like, forever.

And then she just showed up here before closing.

- How'd she seem? - Fine.

She just wanted to celebrate.

Did you celebrate by sleeping with her?

Look, man. I-I had a date.

So you left Natalie alone to shoot up by herself?

Look, like I said, I had someplace to be.

Natalie have a last name?

Look, I just know her as Natalie.

Okay, wait, no... I know where she lives.

You don't know her last name, but you know where she lives?

We once had to... borrow some of her parents'...stuff.

- They're the police. - What's going on?

- How old is your daughter? - Uh, Natalie's fifteen.

Why? - When... when is the last time you saw her?

Three, maybe four months ago.

Why didn't you file a missing person's report?

Because she's not missing. Uh, she's in rehab.

Last thing she said to me was,

"I hate you."

They told us to give her space.

That when she got stronger...

I'm sure that you both did everything that you could have

- to help her. - Did we?

She broke her ankle playing soccer,

and after the surgery, they sent her home

with oxycontin.

She kept saying it hurt. So they'd prescribe more.

The damn doctors did this to her.

After they cut her off, she moved on to heroin.

I'm so sorry.

- You have kids? - I have a son.

Hold him close.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna open the blinds.

Maybe you should go outside.

No. No, I'm her mom.

I was there when she was born.

It's what parents do. We are in for all of it.

- -

Jesus.

Lux isn't short for "luxury." It's Latin for "light."

We help young women who are toiling in the darkness

- to emerge into the sunlight. - That's beautiful.

Are you missing one of those young women?

- Natalie Curtis. - Why didn't you file

a missing persons report?

If you know someone who will actually listen,

by all means, leave his number.

We're a treatment facility for troubled girls.

We have runaways four or five times a month.

So, you don't report them?