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.

You got us lost.

And we haven't found one thing on the list.

So what? It's just a stupid Scavenger Hunt.

It's supposed to teach us how to use the GPS in case of an emergency.

I wanna get my tracking merit badge.

"I wanna get my tracking merit badge."

You're never gonna make it in seventh grade, Randall.

I think we go this way.

Holy cow, Marcus.

What? You see a snake?

No. It's a lady.

She needs help.

I can get my first aid merit badge.

It's too late, dork face. She's dead.

Julie Donovan, 17.

Two boys found her.

Cause of death?

Probably blunt force trauma to the head.

Probably? You don't sound so sure.

She's covered in bruises and ligature marks.

Hard to tell what killed her, beating or strangulation.

Any fluids?

I found semen inside of her, so we should have the perp's DNA.

And this baseball cap was next to her body.

That's a "C," victim could be from Cincy or Chicago.

Her learner's permit says she's from Long Island.

Side straps kinda big, this could be the perp's hat.

Hey, lookee here.

What you got?

Busted cell phone.

Killer beat the crap out of her, and kept whaling on this.

That kind of rage, he knew her.

And left her to die in the dirt. It's pathetic.

- It's worse than that. - What's that?

Her lips.

I'm telling you, you're wrong. It's not Julie.

There must be some mistake. Because, uh, she's all I got.

Her mother left her when she was two.

Drugs. She's with her friends now.

And, uh, she didn't call me. She forgets to call me.

Anybody you know who doesn't like your daughter?

No, everybody likes her. She's uh... it's a problem.

What's that a problem?

Well, when she turned 13, she started getting into hip-hop and, um...

And what?

Black guys.

No offense. I didn't like it.

But I didn't want to fight with her about it.

Because I don't want her to run off like her mother.

How did you handle this?

I told her that as long as she kept her grades up,

I didn't care who she hung out with.

Are you ready, Mr. Donovan?

Detective?

We got a hit on the DNA.

You know? You know who did this?

Mr. Donovan, you need to go home and let...

I wanna know who murdered my daughter.

I'm sorry, but we can't do anything...

Tell me who killed my daughter!

You know who did it, you tell me who then.

Please, it's my baby.

DNA in the victim belongs to Mike Kona.

Collared for two burglaries and a rape charge that was later dropped.

Guy's a world champion fighter.

What is he, boxer?

Uh, technically, he's a mixed martial artist.

Mean them cats try to kill each other in a cage?

You know, where I come from, we don't call that fighting.

You know, these guys are the greatest athletes in the world.

You sound like a fan.

I'm more than that.

Get out of here, that's not you.

- Bet your ass, it is. - "Naptime wins in AC"

What, they call you Naptime because your boring stories put everybody to sleep?

Cause of my right hook. When it hits your head, it's lights out.

This was my last amateur fight.

You know, I was gonna quit the force and go pro?

- What happened? - Tore my ACL.

Now the only Naptime you get is when you fall asleep at your desk.

I still train. There's only one MMA gym in Manhattan.

Sometimes Kona works out there.

You think he could be there right now?

He has a title fight on pay-per-view tonight.

I bet he's already at the garden.

MADISON SQUARE GARDEN WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 17

He's out, he's out. That's it.

I love you, baby!

- Hi, baby. - Hi, baby.

Make room for the champ.

I don't care if you are cops. Get out of my way.

Move down, boy.

- What the hell are you doing, bud? - Mike Kona, you need to come with us.

What for? He didn't do nothing.

Stay out of this, Traci.

Hey, look, bud, I just won a championship fight.

Why don't you cut me a break, huh?

Sure, the same kind of break you cut Julie Donovan?

Let's go.

- I never seen that girl before. - Really?

It's funny, cause we found your semen inside of her.

Only one way for that to happen.

You know, your rap sheet says you're charged with rape last year.

- You a good guy rapist? - That charge was dropped.

- It's really not what you think. - It never is.

Look, bro, man to man.

I want to believe you, but the facts are just making it real hard.

Look, the rap sheet says you raped Traci Bell.

Guess you couldn't fight off the urge to rape again, huh?

I didn't rape Julie. And I certainly didn't rape Traci.

She's my fiancee.

- Well, they said it was rape. - Who's they?

The cops.

We were both really drunk

and making a loud racket underneath the sheets at this motel.

I guess someone heard my screams and thought I was in trouble.

It was all a misunderstanding.

Yeah, right, like it was a misunderstanding last night

when he raped another girl and then killed her.

Kona wouldn't have done that.

Then how's he get his DNA inside her?

Listen, I'm not going to help you build a case against him.

Look, if you're afraid of him and think he'll hurt you...

Honey, didn't you just hear me?

I'm a screamer.

I got this boy wrapped around my finger.

Well, if you're not afraid of him, then why'd you drop the rape charge?

Because he bought me this big fat diamond ring.

Now I get it.

You guess he's your ticket out of this dump.

- Are you calling me a gold digger? - No, I'm calling cold.

Your fiance raped and murdered a young girl, and you don't give a damn.

Probably one of those groupie sluts he was banging.

And you don't care if he messes around?

Not as long as I'm number one.

You ever see Kona with this girl?

No, but I haven't checked the tape lately.

What tape?

I bought one of these nanny cams at the spy shop.

It's a picture frame with a video camera in it.

If we ever got married, I wanted proof he was cheating.

- For what? - For the divorce.

Open the back of the frame, and there's a pullout USB flash drive.

- You look so hot, Kona. - Yeah?

- Smile, baby. - No pictures.

Come on, just one.

I said no pictures.

No pictures!

Oh, we got a sneak preview of the rest.

You know, we don't want to embarrass you,

but if Julie sold that picture, your new nickname would be Tiny.

And I thought the camera was supposed to make everything look bigger.

She didn't respect you, man.

She was gonna show the whole world your privates.

So you take her to the park.

She starts screaming and won't shut up.

Then you grab her by the face and rip off her lips.

That would shut her up.

- I just gave her a little slap. - Uh-huh.

You guys are crazy.

You never saw me hurt Julie. We had sex, that's it.

You say sex, we say rape.

She wanted it. You saw the tape.

The little nympho was all over me.

That's for a jury to decide.

This is Mr. Sullivan.

He represents prestige fighting alliance, Kona's league.

Yeah, well, you got an uphill battle on this one.

I don't think so, big guy.

Copies of the membership card swipes from the gym Mr. Kona was at last night.

Someone else could've swiped his card.

Video on these tapes was taken from the gym's surveillance cameras.

Showing exactly when Mr. Kona arrived and left.

We still got him for battery.

The girl is dead.

The only way to make that charge stick is by playing that tape in an open court.

It's a hell of a thing for a grieving father to see.

Cut him loose.

I'll have your badges for putting Kona through this.

He's lucky we didn't bust him for the battery.

I see you on the street, pretty boy, you're dead.

Well, bring it on.

Come on, Mike, don't waste your time.

Kona would've beat your ass.

I would held my own for a couple of rounds.

I'd like to see that, but don't expect me to cry at your funeral.

What the...

Hey, hey, drop that gun! Drop it.

Somebody call a bus!

Terry, what the hell did you do?

It was for Julie.

How was Terry Donovan's arraignment?

No bail, Judge sent him to Riker's.

Poor guy. Maybe the jury will go easy on him.