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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.

♪

- I should get going.

- I hope you have your ark
parked outside.

- If I don't leave
right now,

I'm gonna get an earful.

- Gina.

No, it's my sister.

I've only had my truck
for a month.

She thinks I'm her own
personal U-Haul.

- Every family needs
someone with a truck.

- Yeah, you know, I love
my sister, I do.

And I would do anything
for her, but...

sometimes I wish
she would just go away.

You know?

Man, I'm sorry.

That was stupid.

Listen, why don't you
cancel that Scotch?

Let's go get a burger
or something.

- Nah, I'm good.

- All right.

- No, it's on me.
- No, no, no.

Hey, be safe.
- Yeah.

♪

- As good as it's gonna get.

A peegasm?

- Google it, dude.

A chick finds herself
stuck in a cab

in traffic or on the E Train

with her bladder full.

- Okay, been there.

- Yes, but when
she finally does go,

let's just say it feels
a little too good.

- Bull.

- No, no, no.
Hey, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Here.

Tell him I'm right.

Just say yes.

- A shot of tequila.

No salt.

- Done.

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- Look.

I can't.

- I know you're old,

but you'd only have to climb
two flights.

- I'm just using you.

- I don't know.

To forget.

- And I'm using you for sex.

No biggie.

Are you coming?

- Okay, start canvassing here,

every apartment that overlooks
this alleyway--go.

- Carisi.

- I was with my trainer
when the call came in.

- I was with a bear-claw.

All right, this is the victim.

She's still breathing
but her pulse is low,

her pupils are dilated.

Now one of the
cleaning crew guys

from the, uh, bar,
they found her this morning

when they were taking out
the trash.

Vega, what do you got?

- Found these near the body.

- Okay, this looks like blood.

We get a name?

- No, no cell, no purse, no ID.

- Okay, are we sure that this
isn't a mugging?

- Well, the perp
didn't just take

her wallet and her phone.

He also took her panties.

But he left her Prada.

♪

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- In addition to
the concussive wound,

she's got bruising
on her wrists and thighs

and severe vaginal trauma.

Rape kit tested positive
for semen.

I sent it off to the lab.

- Just that she's embarrassed

and wants to go home.

- Grace Walker.
No family.

When she was brought in,
her BAC was 0.15.

That along with the THC
in her system...

I doubt any consent
was involved.

- Okay.
Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- Grace.

I'm Lieutenant Olivia Benson.

This is Detective
Dominick Carisi.

How are you feeling?

- Like a herd of elephants

did the Texas Two-Step
on my head.

- I bet.

- The doctor said
I was attacked.

- Yeah, you, um,
you don't remember?

- I had a lot to drink.

- That's okay.

So, Grace, why don't we--

why don't we start with

what you do remember?

- Um...

It was raining.

I was on my way home.

I ducked into this bar

hoping to wait it out.

These guys, they bought me
a few drinks.

I woke up here.

- Okay, these guys.

You remember their names?

- The bar was loud.

One of them was Doug...

Dave...

I don't--I don't know.

God, this is so unlike me.

- So, Grace, um...

unfortunately, uh,

we think that you may have been

sexually assaulted.

- There was semen.

- No...

- You didn't have
any underwear on.

I'm so sorry.

I know that
that's a lot to process.

- I got blackout drunk

and woke up
without my panties on.

Yeah, it's a lot to process.

- You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna get through this.

Is there--is there anybody

that we can call for you?

- Oh, my God.

Tommy.

- Tommy, is--is that
your boyfriend?

- Okay, so we'll
call him for you.

- No, please.

I-I should tell him.

- Okay.

So how 'bout, uh,

Detective Carisi
will drive you home.

And if there's anything else
that you remember,

you let us know.

I'm so sorry.

- I'll wait for you outside.

- I've seen a million of 'em.

- I'm only interested
in this one.

- Yeah, I think she was here.

Waltzes in
in her designer duds

with no intention
of ever paying for a drink.

First she flirts with me,

hoping I'll give her a shot
on the house.

- Well, sure.

A girl like that
is good for business.

- Two, actually.

- They happen to be
regulars here?

- I only know
the one guy, Drew.

He's my dealer.

You heard me say
I'm a cop, right?

- Relax, bro, it's all legal.

Edible marijuana.

This job is high-stress.

- Okay, this guy Drew,

does he have a last name?

- Just Drew.

But he usually parks
his truck on 52nd

between First and Second.

- I got Rice Krispie treats,

brownies, lollipops.

All organic.

I grow it myself
in my backyard.

What are you in the mood for?

- I'm the mood for what
you gave Grace Walker

last night
before you raped her.

No way, man.

- You just knocked her
unconscious?

- You definitely got
the wrong guy.

Besides, when I left,

Grace was still
standing and drinking.

- My buddy Silas.

- You know, in my experience,

when somebody throws
their friend under the bus,

they're lying.

- Look, man.

I took an Uber home.
Alone.

Around 11:00.
You can ask the driver.

- I will.

And I'ma need Silas' name
and address, too.

- I appreciate this.

- Wait till you get my bill.

Joking.

- Sorry.

My head's still
not on straight.

- Well, you're gonna have
a hell of a lump, there.

- This is me.

If you could just pull
past the door.

Freddie, the doorman,
he's kind of nosy.

- Sure, no problem.

You seen a lot of girls
that have been, uh...

- Way too many.

- How do their boyfriends
take it usually?

- You're worried about
telling Tommy?

- I'm the one who got drunk.

Maybe we just don't tell him
about the other stuff.

- I mean, that's really
your choice, but...

in my experience,
the support of a loved one

is a good thing.
- Yeah, I guess.

- Some women find it beneficial
to speak about these things.

I mean, I'm happy
to recommend a therapist.

- I'm good.

- Also if you don't want
to go to work tomorrow,

I'm happy to call your boss--
- I'm kind of between jobs.

I, uh, I do medical research.

Tommy doesn't care that

I'm not contributing
financially.

- He's a thoracic surgeon.

- That's impressive.

- Should let you
catch the bad guys.

- Listen, take my card,
all right?

If you remember anything

or you just want to talk,
don't hesitate.

♪

Carisi.

All right, I'll be right there.

You're crazy.

She attacked me.

- Grace is 90 pounds
soaking wet.

- Yeah, well,
when she came at me

with that steel rod,
she was like

Wonder Woman on bath salts.

- She wasn't looking
too good either.

- Yeah, because I whacked her.

Self-defense.

She went after my money clip.

- Was that before or after
you took her wallet?

Grace didn't have two nickels
to rub together.

- Like any good slut,

she wasn't wearing any
when I got there.

- So if we do a DNA test

on the semen that was found
on her body,

that's not gonna
match you, right?

- Christ.

We had sex.

It was consensual.

Now if you don't mind,
I have work to do.

- If you don't mind,

stand up and turn
your ass around.

- Harvey can go
to friggin' hell.

- Me Too this,
Time's Up that.

You can't even pick up a broad

at a bar these days.

.

- Meet Silas Perry.

He admits to partying
with Grace Walker

at the Black Bunny last night
till 2:00 am.

- Interrogation One.

Grace remember anything more
about what happened last night?

- Nah, she was pretty tired.
- Well, call her.

We need to get her
in here for a line-up.

- That's gonna be a problem.

I tried the number she gave us.

It goes to
the Theta Phi Kappa house

at Spence College.

They've never heard
of a Grace Walker.

- No, we must have
written it down wrong.

No big deal, let's go back
to the building.

No one lives here by that name.

- No, no, I just dropped her
off here two hours ago.

All right, look.
That's her.

- Never saw her.

- Look, she lives with, um,
with her boyfriend Tommy.

He's a thoracic surgeon.

- Nah, I got two allergists,

three shrinks,
and a podiatrist.

None named Tommy, Tom,
or Thomas.

- You know, do me a favor.

Let me look at today's
security footage.

- Be my guest.

- The bar was closing.

Grace wasn't ready
to call it a night.

She wanted to hit
some after-hours joint.

I should've gone home.

- But you were doing
your thinking

from below the belt.

- Stupid's not against the law.

- Well, horny might be.

- You knock all your women
unconscious?

- How many times
do I have to say it?

She attacked me.

- 'Cause she was trying
to rob you?

- Yes.

- I'm married. We had sex.

I can live with a couple black and blue marks.

- At least he didn't say
happily married.

- Well, he's tenacious.
I'll give him that.

Finally, somebody
to end our misery.

- Sorry to disappoint,
Lieutenant,

but it turns out
Grace may not be

who we thought she was.

Not only was the number
she gave me fake,

but the doorman at the building
I dropped her off at

had no idea who she was.

Take a look at this.

See, she goes in.

She turns around.

She comes right back out.

Now Grace was concerned

about how her boyfriend
was gonna react.

- If we don't tell him,
he'll never know.

But needless to say,
without her testimony,

this case isn't going anywhere.

- Look, she stayed up
drinking with him

until 2:00 in the morning.

She had to have said something
that will help us find her.

- That's correct.

- I believe you, Silas.

- I'm Lieutenant Benson.

I am the one in charge here.

- Oh, finally,
someone with a brain.

Can I go?

- Not quite yet.

Before you go,
I'd just like to ask you

a few questions
about earlier in the night.

So you and Grace were--
you were hanging out,

you're drinking.

What did you two talk about?

- I don't know.
Nonsense.

TV, music.

I told her I loved
the new Kanye album.

She said she didn't know
he was married to Kim K.

I thought that was weird.

- She say anything
about her family

or her friends?

- I wasn't really interested.

Look, I was drunk, I--

- You want to get
out of here, right?

You've got to give me
something.

- Pancakes.

- She kept going on and on
about some diner.

I think she said it was on...
155th, near Broadway.

- I don't remember.

- Silas, your phone
is gonna ring any minute

and it's gonna be your wife,

and Detective Rollins
is gonna answer--

- Oh, for Christ's sake,

I wasn't interested
in the damn pancakes.

I just wanted
to get in her pants.

- Put him in the cage.

- So it looks like
Silas lied to us.

- Or Grace lied to him.

- Oh, come on, who lies
about pancakes?

All right, hey, let's start
knocking on some doors.

She didn't just pull
that address

out of thin air.

Grace's last name
was Walker, right?

- So look at that.
Come on.

- George and Penelope Walker.

George is a tech billionaire
who grew a conscience.

They got any kids?

- Two daughters.

- Grace. Sure.

Usually comes in twice a week
around lunchtime.

- That's great.

So can you call her
and tell her to come down?

- Wait a minute.

You think that's...

- Grace Walker.

- Grace, maybe.

Walker, not a chance.

- Are you saying that--

that Grace is homeless?

- Is she in some kind
of trouble?

- Yeah, we think
she might have been

sexually assaulted.

- That's par for the course.

Most homeless women--

and I'm talking over 90%--

have experienced
some sort of sexual assault.

- She hasn't said anything
about it to me,

but Grace is what we call
a "rough sleeper."

She prefers the streets
to the shelters.

- Which makes her way more
vulnerable to assault.

- This is crazy.
I mean,

I met Grace, I drove her home,

I--she didn't--

Grace is one of the ones
with good hygiene.

She showers here or at the Y.

- Okay, so she comes here
at lunch?

- And when she does,
she usually sits with Tommy.

That's him.

G.I. Joe.

- Hey, Tommy.

Can we talk to you
for a minute?

- Hey, we're not gonna
arrest you.

- Oh, hell no.
- Stop, stop!

- Out of my way!
- I said stop!

What the heck?

.

- Listen, Tommy,
we just--

We want to ask you
about Grace.

- Your girlfriend.

- We had a couple
of meals together.

She's not my girlfriend.

- Because she's a cuckoo bird.

Look, whatever she did,
I had nothing to do with it.

- No, Tommy, she's not
in any trouble.

The fact is she might have
been raped.

- And we think we found
the guy who attacked her.

We just need to find Grace
so that she can ID him.

- She's alive.

- Well, that's one
for the good guys.

People like us, we're, um...

What do you call it?

We're peripatetic.

- That's a two dollar word.

- Yeah, Grace taught it to me.

I'd like to help her.

But I don't have a clue
where she is.

Are we done?

- You know, we've got
some coffee and doughnuts

in the break room.

- All right.
Come on, I'll show you.

- Color me depressed.

- There's 76,000 homeless
in New York City.

Drug addicts, mentally ill,

victims of domestic violence...

- Guys who got shot at
defending our freedoms.

- And every one of them
has a story.

- And some of them use
the word "peripatetic."

You know, Grace...

said her name was Walker.

She got her free lunches
at the Walker house.

She said her boyfriend
was a surgeon named Tommy.

I mean, there is
a little bit of truth

in all the lies she told.

So she gave us
the phone number

of the sorority house.

- You're thinking
that she went to Spence.

- That's definitely
a college word.

♪

- Trying to locate a woman
named Grace Walker.

Do you know her?
- Yeah.

God, I can't believe
this is her.

- Her name's not Grace,
it's Sophie.

Sophie Simmons.
We pledged Theta together.

- About three years ago.

Let me show you.

Sophie was
the first real friend

I made at Spence.

That's when we pledged.

Freshman year.

- Nothing.

That's the weird thing.

It was like any other day.

Sophie and I had coffee
together at the Commons

and that was the last time
that I saw her.

- So what,
she spontaneously combusted?

- She might as well have.

I went to American Studies.

I guess she never made it
to Bio.

- It was our freshman year.

Someone was always
having a party.

It was normal
to blow off class.

Sophie met a guy.
He didn't go to Spence.

When she didn't show up
at the dorm,

we all thought she was...

you know, sleeping
at his place.

- So when did you tell
the school she was missing?

- About a week later.

They called her parents.

Is Sophie gonna be okay?

- We don't know.

- Will you tell her
I love her?

And...

I'm sorry.

Hey, Sophie, Sophie.
- Hello.

- Come on, everyone's going
to the Zeta party tonight.

- Everyone except for
this future doctor, that is.

- Come on, you know
you want to go.

Plus Paul's going.

You better not
be lying to me.

- And do a shot of tequila
with me.

- I need to get dressed.

- The video was taken a week
before she disappeared.

- I can't believe
it's the same girl.

- Three years
living on the street

will do that to a person.

God know what
she had to do to survive.

- And in that three years,
no one ever talked to her?

She never once picked up
the phone

and asked her parents for help?

- Her parents live in Rye.

They're on their way here now.

- Meanwhile, we have no idea
where she is.

- Well, I did send a mass email

with the photo of Grace

to every single YMCA
and shelter in the city.

- And, believe it or not,
there is an app

that tracks the homeless.

Street Life NYC.

Here, look. It helps families
who still give a damn

locate their loved ones,

and I uploaded a photo of her

with the hashtag #FindGrace.

Maybe we'll get
a hit from there.

- Yeah, no, we know
she took the name Walker

from that building,
but maybe we can figure out

why she chose the name Grace.

- Yeah, maybe it's
where she fell from.

- Yeah, I'm okay.

- No, you're not.

- My sister went missing once

before we
institutionalized her.

- She ended up living
on the street.

- Yeah, with a junkie,
doing meth.

It's the only time
I ever saw my father cry.

Sophie's parents are here.

- Okay.

- The last time I saw her
was freshman parents' weekend.

Patty and I were newly married

and Sophie was upset
that I brought her.

- Debra died
when Sophie was five.

- Brain cancer.
- I'm so sorry.

- I knew I shouldn't have gone
with Mark that weekend.

- For God's sake,
she wasn't a child anymore

and you were part of my family.
- But not hers.

- Anyway, that's
the last time we saw her.

- In those three years,
she never texted?

Emailed

- No.
- We hung posters.

Stayed on campus
for over a month.

Eventually Mark
had to go back to work.

I don't know how many
private detectives

we've been through.

- Uh, she...

she actually
never mentioned you.

- That's worse, I guess.

I'm gonna get this over with.

- Uh, Mr. Simmons,

my detectives are doing

everything they can

to find your daughter.

- Wait, you brought us
down here

and you don't have
my daughter?

- We did--

You call yourself a cop?

- The police took her
to the hospital.

They fed her.

- And she's back out
on the street?

- Yeah, where she's been
for three years.

You know, I should lock you up.

- Peter.

Um...

Will you excuse us
for a moment?

♪

You cannot attack the parents.

- How are you not
more upset about this?

- Peter, they are not the ones

that are guilty here.

- They hung a few flyers.

My dad had half the PD
working overtime.

- And Mark Simmons is not

in the same position.

- The hell he's not.

They're both fathers.

- I found Grace--or Sophie--

on that Street Life app.

She's right now panhandling

at the corner
of Henry and Grand.

- Great.

Why don't you take a breath?

♪

- There but for
the grace of God.

- Hey.

Isn't that Tommy?

- Hey, Grace.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- What do you think
you're doing?

- SVU portable to central,

I got a 34 on the corner
of Henry and Grand Street,

female, multiple injuries,
one under.

Send a damn bus.
- Copy that, bus on the way.

- Hey, Grace, Grace.

Stay down, all right?

- You're okay.

Hang in there.

- I just want you
to leave me alone.

- I just saw your boyfriend

beat the living crap
out of you, Grace.

- If I don't care,
then why should you?

- Because no one deserves
to be treated like that.

- What's gonna happen
to Tommy?

- Well, we have enough evidence

to make a case for assault.

- Grace, don't tell me
that you love this guy.

- I need him.

I sleep with him and he--

- And he smacks you upside
the head a couple times a day.

That's what he does, Grace.

That's not a good deal.

- Better Tommy than one
of a million other guys

who rape me just because.

You don't know what it's like

to be alone on the street.

- I-I don't.
You're right.

But there are shelters.

- They're worse.

- Okay. So, Grace,

we found the guy
from the bar.

His name is Silas Perry.

- Forget it.

He didn't rape me.

- I just got greedy.

He paid me what we agreed to

and I tried to take more.

What's a couple more dollars

to someone like that?

- I'll call Stone.
- Okay.

So Tommy beat you up because--

because you cheated on him.

- We have a deal.

Why are you living
on the street?

- They're dead.

♪

♪

- I don't--I don't know.

I should...

- Grace, would it be okay

if I showed you a picture?

♪

- She's pretty.

Okay.

Does the name...

does the name Sophie Simmons

mean anything to you?

- Can I see
that picture again?

- So, Grace, there are
some people outside

and they want to meet you.

Is that okay?

I'll be right back, okay?

♪

Mr. Simmons.

♪

- Sophie.

My God.

My baby girl.

I'm so sorry.

- Dad.
- I'm sorry.

What am I doing here?

Is something wrong with me?

- It's okay.

It's okay.

.

- I was maybe ten.

I remember Dad took me
to Florida

for Christmas.

I was learning to water ski.

We were standing
in shallow water and...

he held my waist to steady me.

- I bet you felt safe.

- I guess.

But then...

the boat started moving,

the line tightened

and I fell face-first
into the water.

Dad was standing
on the back of my skis.

It was the funniest thing.

I don't know why
I remember that.

It's stupid.

- You remember the good times.

- I think it was the first time

Dad smiled since Mom died.

- And you wanted your dad
to be happy.

So it makes sense
that you remember it.

- I didn't really know him
that well

when Mom was alive.

I mean, he was working
all the time.

- He was just the guy
that kissed you good night?

- But it changed after Mom...

I mean, he was sad,

but he started to pick me up
at school,

sit with me when I did
my homework.

- You liked it.

- I loved it.

♪

- Tell me about freshman
parents' weekend.

- Dad and Patty visited.

It wasn't great,
but it lasted only 48 hours.

♪

- I don't remember.

- You're right, Liv.

It looks like
Dissociative Fugue Disorder.

- It's a very rare condition

where the patient loses
autobiographical memory,

their personal identity,
so they adopt a new one.

- And it's usually triggered by
child abuse or sexual assault.

- Sophie did spend
the last three years

getting assaulted
on the street.

- Grace did.
Not Sophie.

That identity had
already been exiled

from her conscious mind.

- Well, that's
a little dramatic.

- We tend to experience
identity as a thing.

But it's less stable.

It has less unity
than we'd like to believe.

Sophie didn't like
the identity she had,

so she gave it the boot.

Enter Grace, stage left.

- So it's almost like she...

committed suicide

without actually having
to kill herself.

- So the trauma happened
her freshman year at Spence?

- Or there was something there

that triggered the memory.

- You think her father
abused her?

- I think it's possible.

I wouldn't put her

back together with her parents

until we find the source
of the trauma.

- She doesn't have years
to spend on the couch.

- Somebody sexually abused
this girl

and the trauma was so severe

that she actually
abandoned who she was.

- You catch him, I'll cook him.

But I'm gonna need a lot more

than the testimony of a girl

who can't remember
what happened.

- Okay, so how do we
help her remember?

- Every patient is different.

But starting with the man
who assaulted her

might be a good place to start.

- Mm, piece of cake.

If we knew who he was.

- Hold on.
What if...

what if we took Sophie back

to the place where
she became Grace?

- Kirsten convinced me
to rush Theta.

It probably sounds silly to you

but it was so on fleek.

- Oh, I was a--
I was a Phi Delta.

I just thought, I mean...

the badge and the gun--

- Oh, I know, I know.

You know, college was, uh...

an escape for me.

- My dad thought the sorority
was a waste of time.

There.

Under that tree, that's...

where I met Paul.

He was the first guy I ever...

I was a late bloomer.

- Got it.

- That's where we ate.

People talk about
the freshman 15?

I actually lost weight.

- I lived on Captain Crunch.

It wasn't till I moved in
with Billy

that he upped my game
to a can of tuna.

Uh, are you still with Billy?

- Oh, no.
No, no.

Billy is a thing of the past.

- The past is over
and done with.

- Sometimes.

- There's no way in the world

my dad would ever let me

move in with a guy.

- Well, I didn't exactly

tell my mother.

- I used to live here

with all the other pre-meds.

- Let's go take a peek.

- That's Artie Cantor.

He was my grad instructor
for Bio 1.

I was a first-row nerd.

You should see
the football stadium.

- Oh, well, I'd rather
stay here.

Hmm

- It's just a bunch
of professors' offices.

You should really see
the stadium.

- Well, we just got here.

Why don't you show me around?

Come on.

Who was your favorite
professor?

- Ah, I don't know.

- Well, let's keep walking.

Maybe we'll run
into someone you know.

- Because I hate him.

He gave me a B minus
on my midterm.

I'd never gotten below
a B before.

Oh, my God.
My dad's gonna kill me.

- Hey, Sophie, it's okay.

- No, it's not.

He said if I got below a B

then he was gonna send me
to SUNY.

- Sophie, parents say

a lot of stupid things, right?

And they try to scare you

because they want you
to stay on the right road.

But you want to know
who's really scared?

We are.

- I am, and I keep
telling myself

that it's gonna get easier,

and that one day I'm gonna
figure it all out, but...

They say talking
makes it easier?

Try reasoning
with a six-year-old.

♪

- Oh, my God.

What, what?

- That's it, that's
Professor Adams' office.

- Okay, well,
let's go in there.

- I don't want to go.
I don't want to see him.

I'm with you.

Right by your side
the whole time.

Okay?

There's nobody in here.

- It's exactly the same.

- Tenure means never
having to change.

♪

- It was there.

I came in before class to see

if I could get extra credit.

He told me he believed in
sex for grades.

I thought he was joking.

I laughed.

But he wasn't joking.

He grabbed me
from the back of the head

and he shoved me
down on the couch.

I had a pen in my pocket

and it--it jabbed me
in the side of the leg

until it broke.

I still have the scar.

I tried to scream,
but he covered my mouth.

I tried to fight him off,
but I-I couldn't.

I tried to--
- Sophie.

- I tried to fight him off--
- Sophie.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry
that happened to you.

♪

- I do.

I believe you.

- We're gonna find and confront

the bastard who did this
to you.

What are you doing
in my office?

I thought this was
Professor Adams'.

- Logan Adams died in March.

- No.

- A heart attack.

I took over his position
in August.

.

- I want to die.

- I'm so sorry, Sophie.

I can't promise
that I can take...

the pain away,
but what I can promise you

is I will do

everything I can to help you.

- Don't touch me!

- Look, I know that
you're feeling--

- You don't know anything!

- Sophie, please.

- Stop calling me that!

You told me
that I would be better

if I knew what happened to me.

You told me
I would get past it.

- You will.
That is still true.

- You said that if I looked
at the bastard

who hurt me in the eye

and I told him
how he ruined my life,

that would start the healing.

He's dead, God damn it!

There is no healing!

- Will you--will you...

Let me take you home, okay?

- I'm not going home!

I'm never going home!

I'm better off on the streets!

Tommy took care of me.

Look what you did!

♪

- Sophie.

I want--listen to me.

I want you to do me a favor.

I want you to just throw this.

Just do it.
Just throw it on the floor

as hard as you can.

Let it out.

- Yes, let it out--
No!

Get away from me!

- Sophie. Sophie.

- Listen to me.

Listen to me.

He's dead.

He's dead.

But you're not.

You're not.

- It's not enough.

- Hey, Lieu, the, uh--
the 2-7 just called.

They found Sophie
dumpster diving

down on the Lower East Side.

- And she swore to them

that her name was Grace Walker.

An RMP is bringing her here
right now.

- And what do I do
with her then?

She won't go home.
I can't...

I can't lock her up.

- You could have her 51-50'ed.

- So some shrink
drugs her up for 48 hours

and then puts her back
on the street.

- I know, it's a vicious cycle.

- Yeah, which puts us back

to where we started.

This guy was a professor.

He's supposed to...

guide young minds, not...

destroy them.

- If he weren't already dead,
I'd...

I'd kill that guy.

- I was just speaking
figuratively.

- That's genius, Carisi.

♪

- The last three years
of my life

I've been living
on the street,

using newspapers
and garbage bags to stay warm.

I let strange men use my body

in exchange for food,

protection, drugs.

I was 18.

I was supposed to be finishing
my second semester of college.

I lost time with my friends.

My studies.

My dad.

♪

You got
your few measly minutes

of sexual gratification,
and I lost my life.

♪

I will never forgive you

for what you did to me,
Professor.

But hopefully I can move on

with help from my family...

♪

And friends.

♪

I'm going to survive.

Yes, I am.

♪

- Yes.

You are.

- Yes, you are.
- Thank you.

♪

- Yes.

.

♪