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.

Nothing yet?

- They're supposed to post the link any minute, so...

Post what?

- Bar results. Today's the day.

- Okay, shh. It's up.

All right. Come on.

Come on.

There it is. - What?

- My ID number. It's... it's on the pass list.

You passed?

- I passed. Oh, my God!

Oh!

Congratulations.

Somebody win the lottery?

- Sort of. Carisi passed the bar.

Carisi, congratulations.

Thank you.

- Does that mean you're leaving too?

- What? No.

What do you mean, "too"?

- Dodds is going to Joint Terrorism.

This is his last week.

- Last week? He just got here.

- Yeah. He's on his own journey.

Uh-huh.

Well, Carisi did it.

We should celebrate.

- Yeah, how about I take you all to lunch?

Today I can't.

- Come on, Fin. Don't be like that.

- No, I got to go meet up with my son.

He says he has some news.

Hope he didn't quit his job.

Hey.

You told 'em?

I did.

- Task Force? Really?

SVU, we go after bad guys and lock 'em up.

Terrorism, you can get yourself killed.

You're leaving?

I thought you were taking the kids to school.

- I was, but they want me in early again.

Got a lot of Centre Street transfers today.

Can't someone cover?

We need the OT.

You're the one who wanted to take the kids

to Disney World, right?

Money makes the world go around, little man.

Hey, Charisse, my favorite former inmate.

Come on.

I thought we were done with this.

- Is that an open container of alcohol in your hand?

That's a violation.

Please, just leave me alone.

Okay?

How about I pat you down?

Please...

we don't need to do that.

Get in the car.

Now.

Oh, Charisse.

This menu's crazy.

- So, Dad, thanks for meeting me.

Thanks for having me, man.

I hope you're not trying to fix me up or anything again, man.

No, okay, that was a bad idea,

but no.

I actually have some news.

- So what, you're leaving that halfway house?

No, I like my job.

I like social work,

and I'm gonna need the paycheck, because...

Alejandro and I are starting a family.

What, you're adopting?

Well,

we found a surrogate.

She's three months pregnant.

It's a boy.

- So I'm going to be a grandfather?

You okay with that?

I mean, yeah.

Everybody in my squad's having babies,

showing me pictures.

Now I get to show some pictures myself.

And this little guy...

Hey!

This little guy calls me Fin.

None of that "grandpa" stuff, okay?

Okay.

- That's what's up. Congratulations.

Excuse me a sec.

Hello?

Slow down, Charisse.

Where... where are you? Are you all right?

That CO from Rikers, Gary.

He just...

he just raped me.

- Okay. Where are you?

Stay there. I'll come get you.

What's going on?

- One of my clients says her former CO just raped her.

I got to go.

- No, hold on, hold on. We got to be careful.

A corrections officer?

Let me call Liv.

Until today, Gary just...

would made me go down on him,

but I said I didn't want to do that anymore.

I was back with my boyfriend.

He got mad.

He hit me.

And then he raped me.

- How many times did this happen?

I don't keep count.

At least once a week since I got out.

I'm on his route.

I thought it was bad enough when I was inside.

Did he assault you in Rikers?

He never hurt me,

but when he'd take me back from a visit,

he'd make a stop in the chapel.

No cameras there.

He knows what he's doing.

He'd say,

"You do me a favor,

I do you one".

Meaning?

Meaning I get to see my kids.

Don't get strip-searched, thrown into solitary.

Don't get my teeth knocked in.

Did you report this?

In Rikers?

The COs and the gangs run that place.

Every female inmate in there knows that.

Every time he'd do me, he'd say,

"Cry all you want,

"but you're just a broke,

"black crack whore.

Who's gonna believe you?"

I do, Charisse.

Uh-huh.

Um...

I never should have called Ken.

Um...

I was just messed up.

Don't worry.

I know this doesn't go anywhere.

- Gary Munson. What do we know about him?

CO at Rikers for 17 years.

Never charged, never disciplined.

Puts in for a lot of OT. A wife, two kids.

- His father-in-law is a deputy inspector at Queens South.

Now, the second time Gary fails the police exam,

strings get pulled, he makes D.O.C.

He's got three complaints in his jacket.

Nothing stuck.

Nothing ever sticks at Rikers.

That CO union has more power than any place I've ever seen.

Putting that aside,

these cases are never easy.

Your complainant has 12 arrests?

- Misdemeanors: drugs, prostitution.

My son says she's turning it around.

This guy covers his tracks.

There's no DNA, no witnesses,

vulnerable victims.

Look, we really caught a break

when Charisse called Ken. - Did we?

It's still the word of a corrections officer

versus a black single mother with a drug problem

and a prison record.

- All right, if he's raping her on the street,

how many is he raping on the inside?

Is there any value in having DOI look at him?

- Don't... Rikers is where investigations go to die.

Violence, rape, assaults,

hundreds of allegations,

almost no prosecutions.

Are you saying just walk away?

- If a CO is having sex with an inmate,

forced or not, that's rape.

It is, but Rikers...

It's like "The Lord of the Flies" there.

If anyone finds out we're investigating him,

Munson gets tipped off,

and his vics pay.

- So we're not investigating him.

We need the guards' help.

We're investigating a trafficking ring

with ties to gang members

who were involved with female inmates.

- All right, yeah. Put up a good front.