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.

- Oh, I am so sorry!

- I'm so sorry. - Oh, no, no.

It's my fault. I was trying to look at a map.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm local. What are you looking for?

Oh, I, um, I...

I just lost my friends.

They can't have gone far.

Should we get into that pedicab and go look for them?

It could be fun.

I'm Anais.

Um, I'm Meghan from Kansas.

- Hello, ladies. Your chariot awaits.

[Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit"]

Okay.

This is so cool!

- Uh, there's water back there if you're thirsty.

Thank you.

Oh, no, no. My phone is dead.

- I'm just a few blocks from here.

You could charge it at my place.

No, no, no, no, no.

I don't want to put you out.

Change of plans.

We're going to the West Village.

- Depression and anxiety are an organic response...

To the stresses created by...

our corrupt and oppressive society.

And how does the psychiatric community respond?

By numbing us,

by treating the symptoms,

and ignoring the root causes of our alienation.

None of us are free.

We're all cogs in their machine.

Anais?

Anais!

I'm right here.

Pay attention, Meghan.

Why are you doing this?

- You've spent your life as one of the walking dead.

- Climb out of your grave. Find your true self.

Live free.

- - Hey, hey.

- Help me!

Can you tell me your name?

- Get the elves away from me, please.

- The elves? Elves? - The machine elves!

They want to take me back there!

To where, honey?

To their world.

They told me, if I stay here, I'm digging my own grave.

Okay, you know what?

These folks right here, they're good elves,

and they're gonna help take care of you, I promise.

You're gonna be okay, honey.

I need a tox screen and a psych eval.

She give you anything?

- She kept going on about machine elves.

- She's tripping out. - Yeah.

Drugs or a psychotic break or both.

- Sergeant, I may have something.

On the way.

- They tried to bury her alive. - Or got her to do it.

She mentioned digging her own grave.

- What the hell did they do to this girl?

Machine elves?

- I'm having them check for DMT.

It's a common hallucination among users.

- And a very powerful psychedelic.

I-I haven't seen this in years.

- She must've taken a massive dose

for her to still be feeling symptoms.

- So do we know if she was assaulted?

- She's got ligature marks, she may be concussed.

She's not lucid enough to consent to a rape kit.

- Okay, well, the chief just called twice.

So I need to find out what we're looking at.

- How is she? Can we talk to her?

- Uh, still having a lot of terror and anxiety.

We gave her diazepam to calm her down,

and we had to restrain her.

We were afraid that she would hurt herself.

- Where am I? It's so light in here.

- You're at Mercy Hospital in Manhattan.

- New York? I'm still here?

Yeah.

I want to go home.

- Can you tell us where your home is?

- 190 Forest Avenue, Great Bend, Kansas.

My name is Meghan Gale.

- Kat, I got a name and address.

I'm on it.

It was dark.

They held me down.

Let's get these off her.

Okay.

Meghan, tell me about "they."

The machine elves.

Before they came in, the room spun,

and then flowers bursting.

And all the eyes...

The elves had eyes?

A hundred.

Purple and yellow faces.

Oh, and they crawled all over me,

inside me.

Inside you how?

- Like they were having sex with me.

I tried to get away, to get to my friends.

Thanks you, Mrs. Gale.

Your daughter is safe and in the hospital now.

Once she can talk, we'll have her give you a call.

You're welcome. Bye-bye.

- What was she doing in New York?

Bachelorette party.

- And the other girls didn't report her missing?

- Yeah. Some friends.

Oh, my God.

Uh, we've been texting Meghan. Is she okay?

Not really.

When did you see her last?

- Saturday night at-- at Fiddlesticks

in Greenwich Village.

- Were you girls doing any drugs?

No, just fireball shots.

Meghan wanted to call her boyfriend,

we went ahead, she never showed up.

- And you didn't think to call the police?

We were here to party.

It was our first time in New York.

I saw a hawk above me.

I tried to jump on its back and fly away...

but my hands melted into the headboard.

So you were on a bed.

A woman brought me there.

I thought she was helping me.

How was she helping you?

She got us a chariot,

without a horse.

What about the driver?

He sat on a leopard.

He was nice. He gave me water.

Okay, Captain.

Meghan's still not making any sense.

She said she got into some kind of chariot with no horse.

Like this?

- Pedicab with leopard-print seats.

That could be it.

- Traffic cams caught 'em up at Greenwich and 7th,

and then lost them.

And with the leopard-print seats, we got an outlier.

It might make him easier to find.

- Okay, send that still to Rollins,

and then we'll start walking.

Cool.

- Yeah, that's her. Anais.

- Good, and--and she's the one who hailed the pedicab?

- Yeah, she told him to take us to her place.

There was an older man there.

White beard, he was like a wizard.

He was teaching.

- Teaching? - He said...

"Depression is the child of repression."

- Okay, Meghan, are you getting tired?

No. No, no, no.

I don't want to fall back asleep.