KarMel Scholarship 2005

 

Best Fictional Story

“Law & Order: SVU – True Love”

By Shannon Perry - CA

 

 

Desciption of Submission: “An episode of Law & Order: SVU where a lesbian couple is killed and the detectives must find out why.  Suspects include the parents, boyfriend, and boyfriend’s mother.” - Shannon

 

Why Karen and Melody Liked It: It was a very well written episode of a Law and Order.  Very realistic to an episode of Law and Order.

 

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:

 

            Two girls around the age of sixteen were found dead in a park by a mother playing with her kids. They were nothing alike. One was white, tall, with light blonde hair; the other was short, with frizzy black hair and dark skin that could have been Asian or even Hispanic.

            They were found each with a gunshot wound to the head. The smaller one, identified later as Courtney Nguyen, was lying face-down on the ground with her pants around her knees. Roxanne, the blonde, was lovingly positioned on top of her with the murder weapon in hand.

            Signs of a fight were present, though none of the girls had any marks other than the bullet holes. Blood was found in Roxanne’s mouth, though no bite marks were found on either of them and no cuts were visible on her lips.

            Agents Benson and Stabler enter the crime scene and immediately start asking questions of the officers already present. “How do they know each other?”

            “Picture of Courtney, or rather Court as is written on the picture, in Roxanne’s wallet. Nothing but her name and a date on the back. Also a picture of a boy named Jack who looks to be about eighteen with ‘All my love until the day we die’ written on the back.” He hands the wallet and pictures over to Stabler who grabs the closest officer with an evidence bag and drops the things inside.

            “Is there any sign of physical abuse?”

            “It looks like Courtney was shot first by Roxanne, then she turned around and shot herself after she saw what she did. It’s weird the way she landed though, like she had to be lying like that when she pulled the trigger, or else she would have just fallen straight down.” He got called away and Benson and Stabler were left alone to search the surrounding areas for any clues when they were confronted by Dr. Warner, the Medical Examiner at the scene.

            Agent Benson asks her, “What have you found?”

            “Signs of sexual trauma. I’ll need to check further, but it looks like by the gun. I’ll know by tomorrow. Give me some time.” She heads off to go to the morgue where she will further conduct her search.

            “She raped her and shot her with the same gun. Now that’s true-love.”

 

[CURTAIN]

 

            All of the SVU detectives are in the squad room discussing the case. Captain Cragen is asking questions to try and catch up to the others. “Have you contacted the victim’s family yet?”

            Detective Munch answers, “Called the provided phone number and the answering machine says the family was on vacation.”

            “Go by and see if they’ve returned yet.” Cragen turns to Benson and Stabler and asks, “Have you heard anything else from Warner?”

            “She rushed the results of the prints on the gun and the blood in Roxanne’s mouth. Said we should drop by later today.”

            “Go check it out.”

 

Office of the Medical Examiner

607  29th  Street

Friday, September 21

 

 

          The two girls’ bodies were lying on tables in the morgue with blue blankets over them. Warner just finished her examination and started telling the detectives what she found. “She was definitely raped by the gun.  There’s no question there.”

            Stabler asks, “Was Roxanne the one holding that gun?”

            “At least at one point. I don’t know if she’s the one that raped her. The amount of force that was used seems like it would be too much for someone of her stature. She didn’t do this either.” Warner puts an x-ray up on the screen showing Courtney’s skull and the tops of her shoulders. She points to a place near the front that was nearly shattered inward. “She didn’t die of a gunshot wound like everyone thinks. She died of a contusion to the head by a large, heavy object. The degree of the wound signals extreme force was used. That tells me this person was very angry.”

            “Were there any other wounds on the body we overlooked?” Benson asks while searching the x-ray.

            “Two of her fingernails on her left hand were ripped off, black nail polish and all. The nails came off postmortem, just like the bullet wound. My guess is the perp. took the nails as souvenirs, raped and shot Courtney, then Roxanne got mad, bit him, and so he killed her too. He put the gun in her hand, wiped off his prints, positioned them so it looked like a lovers’ quarrel, then fled, thinking he’d done the smartest thing ever and that no one would catch him. If you get him, I can match his prints and DNA to that of the blood in Roxanne’s mouth and a partial print I found on the gun.”

            “Are you sure we’re looking for a man?” Benson asks, “It couldn’t be a strong girl. I mean, if they were dating and another girl was in this triangle . . . ?” She trails off, not wanting to finish her sentence.

            “You would have to find me a really strong girl. But my instincts tell me a boy. Probably a smart one. No one saw the gash on the front of Courtney’s head. He’s no average perp. I’ll give him that.”

 

 

Residence of Mr. And Mrs. Nguyen

483 Columbus Avenue

Friday, September 21

 

 

            “Whom did you leave Courtney with while the two of you went on vacation?” Detective Munch asks Mr. Nguyen.

            He solemnly answers, “We considered bringing her with us, but she said she needed to go to school. We thought she’d be fine. She was always so mature, and such a good student.”

            “Did she stay home alone then?”

            “No, she stayed with her friend Carl Wong for a week, and with Roxanne Doyle for a week.”

            Detective Tutuola turns toward Mrs. Nguyen and asks her, “Were Courtney and Roxanne friends then?”

            “Not just friends.” She turns away in shame.

            Overhearing the question, Mr. Nguyen adds, “They were dating.”

            “You didn’t approve?” Munch interjects.

            “Of course we didn’t approve. Courtney was so smart.  She just threw her life away to be with that bimbo. She was going to go to college.  She even got a scholarship! That twit didn’t even know what she wanted. Did you know she had a boyfriend?”

            “Roxanne had a boyfriend?”

            “Yeah, at the same time she was dating Courtney. I don’t even think he knew.”

            “Do you know his name?”

            Mrs. Nguyen looks to her husband before answering. When he nods, she says, “Um, I think his name was Jack. Jack . . .  Stone?”

            “Thank you. You’ve been a big help. Do you have the address of either Jack or Carl?”

            Mr. Nguyen answers when Mrs. Nguyen can’t remember. “Carl lives just around the corner in the black building. Apartment G. And I don’t know about Jack. All I know is that his father is in marketing down by Madison Avenue.”

 

 

Residence of Carl Wong

7002 2nd Street Apartment G

Friday, September 21

 

 

            “Yeah, Court was my best friend. We met at an art contest when we were seven and never really stopped talking. We lived across town from each other, so didn’t hang out much. But when my mom wanted to move here last year, we started walking to school together and it just grew from there.” Carl lives in an apartment with his mother. He is sixteen and a sophomore at the same school as Courtney and Roxanne.

            “Mrs. Nguyen said you and Court dated for over a year. Is that true?”

            “We both knew we were gay then, but couldn’t tell our parents, so we told them we were dating. It got them both off our backs.”

            “Tell us about Courtney and Roxanne’s relationship.”

            “They were great together. You never saw one without the other. They would often come here to be alone. My mom works a lot, so she’s not home enough to notice.”

            “Did the people at school know about Roxanne and Courtney?”

            “Oh no. Court’s mom was paranoid about all of this. She’s from some remote Asian country that no one’s ever heard of where all the women get married at sixteen and every relationship is straight, or so Court told me.”

            “Can you give us any reason why you think Roxanne could have killed Courtney?”

            “Roxanne didn’t kill her. She couldn’t do that.”

            “Why’s that?”

            “She loved Court. There’s just no way.”

            Detectives Munch and Tutuola exchange looks of disbelief.

 

 

SVU Squad Room

 

 

            The detectives are exchanging information on the victims and the suspects while Captain Cragen gives them instructions. They have hung pictures of all the people on the wall and are trying to connect them together.

            “What have you found on this Jack kid?” Cragen asks Munch who has been doing all the computer work.

            “There is more than one Jack Stone around here. The only one that fits the age group and has a dad who’s in marketing goes to the same school as the others. He has no prior convictions in the computer, but his mom is in there for filing for child support four years ago. There’s only one address and it’s on Madison Avenue.”

            Benson, thinking that location for a house is odd, asks, “They live on Madison Avenue? How does that work?”

            “Go check it out,” Cragen tells Benson and Stabler. He turns to Munch and Tutuola and says, “Go to this school that they all attend and see what you can get.” Everyone exits.

 

 

Office of

Marshall Keith Stone

606 Madison Avenue

Monday, September 24

 

 

          “Do you have a son named Jack?” Benson and Stabler are at the provided address of Jack and Marie Stone, which is really the marketing office of Marshall Stone.

            “Yes. Jack is my son and Marie is my wife. What does this have to do with?”

            “We just need to ask Jack some questions about two of his friends who died recently. Do you know where we can talk to him?”

            “Sure, here’s his home address,” he hands Benson a piece of paper. “Why did you come here looking for them? No one lives here.”

            “This is the address Marie put down as her home address when she filed for full custody of Jack. Do you know why she would do that?”

            “She probably didn’t want anyone to know who she really is.”

            “What is that supposed to mean? She filed her name and her social security number. Doesn’t she think someone could track her pretty easily if they wanted?”

            “You see, my ex-wife thinks she’s this really big actress because she’s acted in a few plays on Broadway. Really, no one even knows her name. Her real name. That’s why we got divorced in the first place. She’s not entirely stable and she won’t admit that she’s not some world-famous celebrity. Has either of you ever heard of the famous actress Joan Johnson?”

            Both detectives shake their heads.

            “Even if you had heard it you wouldn’t remember. Johnson’s her maiden name, and one of the most common last names in New York. The only place you’ll ever see her name in lights is in a psych ward with all of her fans looking in the window. Or rather, her fan. She only had one person really interested in her. Some young girl that went to the same school as Jack. Roxy or something, I never met her.”

             The intercom beeps and Mr. Stone checks his watch. “My 3:00 appointment is here. I have to go; I hope I helped.”

 

 

North New York

High School for the Arts

Monday, September 24

 

 

          “I didn’t even know Roxanne and Courtney knew each other.”

            “Their friends say the two girls were dating. Did you know about this?” Munch and Tutuola arrived at the school and located the principal. He hasn’t been giving them the answers they were hoping for.

            “Roxanne? No, she’s not like that. Our school is very small and I know all of the students well. Roxanne had potential. She was one of the best singers and one of the best actresses this school has ever seen. The only thing that could have gotten in her way is that Jack Stone. She spent a lot of time with him. I never saw her with anyone else.”

            “And what about Courtney? Who does she hang out with?”

            “Mainly just Carl. I’ve seen her with some other people before, but definitely Carl more than anyone else.”

            “Can we speak with Jack Stone? It won’t take long.” Principal Stripe leads the detectives to another office and calls for his secretary. “Judy, will you please call in Jack Stone. He’s a sophomore. Tell him it will only be a minute.”

            Judy exits. When she returns, Jack is in tow and she and the principal leave the detectives to question Jack alone.

            “How are you doing today?” Detective Tutuola decides to start Jack off with an easy question so he doesn’t get frightened or riled up.

            “I’m a little shaken up about Roxanne. I can’t believe someone would murder her.” Jack won’t look at the detectives, and they assume he has tears in his eyes.

            “How much about this have you heard?”

            “Not that much. Only what I’ve seen on television and what my mom has told me.”

            “How did you know it wasn’t a suicide. That detail hasn’t been released yet. Do you have some information on this?” Munch asks this indirect question because he knows that if he asks Jack straight out, Jack will not give them any more answers without an attorney present.

            “Roxanne was happy. She wouldn’t kill herself. Does anyone know why she killed that other girl? I’ve never even seen them together.”

            Detective Tutuola’s cell phone rings and he excuses himself to take the call.

            “Well, we were hoping you could tell us that. Other sources say they hang out a lot. You’ve never seen them together?”

            “No. Well, I guess I knew they were acquaintances.  Everyone knows everyone at this school. But Roxanne only hung out with me. She didn’t even know that girl.”

            Detective Tutuola comes back into the conversation and asks Jack instantly, “Were your mom and Roxanne good friends?”

            “Sure. We would all three go places together. Roxanne was always interested in my mom and her job as an actress. Why?”

            “Our other detectives just called to tell us that your dad says Roxanne was a raving fan of your mom. Her only fan. Is that true?”

            Jack laughs a little nonchalantly and answers, “I guess. They did spend a lot of time together.” He laughs again, seeming to forget his sullen demeanor from earlier. “They would even go out to lunch without me sometimes. I wasn’t mad though, just happy my mom had someone to talk to. She got lonely sometimes.”

            There’s a knock on the door and Judy comes in quietly. “Um, Detectives? Jack’s mother called saying Jack has an appointment, and when I told her you were questioning him, she got a little mad and she said she was going to come down here.” She exits just as quietly as she came in.

            Munch looks at Jack and says, “Perfect. We were meaning to talk to her anyway. But we think our precinct would be better. Don’t you?”

 

 

SVU Squad Room

 

 

          Ms. Johnson is a tall and thin woman with slightly graying hair that she has tried to cover up with cheap henna, brown eyes made blue with contacts, an excessive amount of makeup, and unladylike muscles made while doing manual labor to pay the rent sticking out of her pink lycra jogging outfit three sizes too small. She speaks with a deep, husky voice. “What do you want with me?  I just came to pick up my son and you bring me back here like I’m under arrest or somethin’.”

            “Oh, you’re not under arrest, Ms. Johnson. At least not yet. It is Ms. Johnson, right? Joan Johnson? Why use the name Marie Stone when you have such a beautiful name already?” Detective Munch was already using his methods of deception on Ms. Johnson because he felt she could be broken down easily. He sensed she had something to hide.

            “I didn’t want my fans crawlin’ all over me bringin’ the press with ‘em. Some people will do just about anythin’ for an autograph.” She leans back and places a cigarette in her mouth. She doesn’t get a chance to light it because Fin promptly pulls it out and points to a no smoking sign.

            “Wow. You must be really famous. How many Broadway shows have you been in?”

            “Two. Look, I got fans, okay? There may not be a million of ‘em, but the one’s I have, they’re loyal. Can I go now?”

            “Just stay seated. We’re not done yet.”

            “Where’s Jack? His school is just about out. He should be coming down here as soon as he can find a ride.”

            “When he gets here, we’ll let ya know. Okay?” She just glares at them and reaches for another cigarette, which Tutuola does not take from her.

            “Ms. Johnson, can you tell us about your relationship with Roxanne Doyle?”

            “Yeah, sure, that girl was great. She was always asking me questions about my life on Broadway and what it was like to perform, stuff like that. It’s a shame someone capped her.” She took a puff on her cigarette and blew it toward Fin with a smug look on her face.

            “Do you know who killed her?”

            “No. Look, I don’t own a gun, don’t look at me. And I know Jack didn’t do it. He was home all night.”

            ADA Alexandra Cabot and Captain Cragen are looking in on this interrogation from behind the two-way mirror and analyzing the situation.

            “We have her saying she doesn’t own a gun when no one knows the victims were shot, and we have her saying someone killed her, when the public was made to think it was a suicide. That should be enough for a search warrant,” Cragen says.

            “I’ll see what I can do.”

 

            Jack Stone arrived at the SVU precinct demanding to know where his mother was. Detectives Benson and Stabler ushered him into another interrogation room where they could find out his side of the story.

            “Where were you on the night of Thursday, September 20?”

            “My mom and I went out to dinner and then back to the apartment where we stayed in playing board games until it was time for bed. We were in for the rest of the night.”

            “Can anyone else vouch for that?”

            “Um, we went to the Paper Moon around 9:00. Maybe there?”

            Detective Benson leaves the room when there is a tapping on the mirror.

            Cragen asks, “A family living in a one bedroom apartment where the mother does manual labor at a construction site all day can afford to go to the Paper Moon? Where’s the money coming from?”

            “I don’t know, but he’s definitely covering up for someone.”

            Detective Munch enters the room behind them and speaks before anyone even notices him, “So is his mother.”

            They all turn around at the sound of his voice and Benson asks, “You think they’re co-conspirators?”

            “I think they got paid. And paid well. Probably in advance. It explains the clothes she’s wearing. We should check out their apartment. I bet we’ll find all kinds of new and expensive stuff.”

            “Consider it done,” Alex says and she leaves the room.

 

 

Residence of Joan Johnson and Jack Stone

320 5th Street Apartment 17a

Wednesday, September 26

 

 

          Detectives Benson and Stabler, along with a handful of other officers, enter the apartment of Jack and Joan and find it poorly furnished. The carpet is very old and stained, and one of the windows has a crack in it. It is in a very bad part of town and no one expected much better.

            “Hey! What are you doing here? Get out of my house!” Ms. Johnson is sitting on her moth-eaten couch with a cigarette watching a 34" plasma TV.

            “Nice place you got here. I especially like the out-of-place electronics. I hate to tell you, but that’s a little ninety’s.” Benson refuses to take any crap from Ms. Johnson and throws the search warrant at her while heading straight for the only bedroom.

           The bed is very old, made of wood and slightly tilted to the left. There are two dressers against the wall. One is the same wood as the bed and just as old, while the second is made of mahogany with beautiful engravings along the legs and drawer fronts. Inside are Cashmere blouses and more lycra outfits. Some of the clothing still has its price tag on, and one skirt cost $400 at the nearest Abercrombie and Fitch.

            The bathroom was meticulously cleaned, in contrast to the rest of the house. When Benson entered, the other officers were already using luminol to check the shower for traces of blood. The light showed up blue around the drain, so they swabbed it to be tested.

            Stabler comes up behind Benson and says, “Maybe we’ll find out where that blood that was in Roxanne’s mouth came from.”

 

 

Office of the Medical Examiner

607  29th  Street

Thursday, September 27

 

 

          “The blood from the drain is the same as the blood from Roxanne’s mouth.” Alex, Benson, and Stabler were all at the morgue learning about the findings in Jack and Joan’s house. “I’d say you have yourself a very convincing case. Who else can the blood come from?”

            “Invite them in for coffee one more time. See if you can break him.”

            “See if you can get one more warrant, one for their blood. That way we have something to bargain with.”

 

Friday, September 28

 

          “The blood matches that of the boy, Jack. I figured since the blood was his, so were the fingerprints on the gun, but they weren’t. The prints on the gun belong to Ms. Johnson. You got them. Go arrest them and find out why.”

            They all leave and are back in the precinct within an hour. Jack is with Benson and Stabler, while Mrs. Johnson is with Munch and Tutuola. Captain Cragen is watching the interview with Mrs. Johnson, but she refuses to talk until her lawyer gets there. A lawyer who will cost her over $100,000.

            “Keep her comfortable. I think Benson and Stabler can break the boy, Jack. He seems to be breaking a little already.”

 

            “Why did you tell us you went out to dinner with your mom around 9:00, when the waitress and maitre d’ tell us you two were of their earlier parties, arriving around 6:30? Your alibi doesn’t exactly check out.”

            “I don’t know, I guess I got the times mixed up.”

            “Would you mind showing me your shoulders, and maybe your upper arms?”

            “Why? I don’t have to show you that.”

                        “True, very true. You don’t have to show us. But if you’re not guilty, what do you have to lose?”

            “Look, I’m not showing you, so just drop it.”

            “Why is that?”

            “I don’t want to, that’s all.”

            “Are you sure that’s all? Are you sure it’s not because there’s a large bite mark there? A bite mark you got while murdering Roxanne Doyle and Courtney Nguyen. Could that be why you don’t want to? Is that it?” Detective Stabler got a little too mad and Benson had to pull him off the suspect before a police brutality charge was brought against them.

            “NO! That wasn’t what happened! My mom and I were playing board games all night. Just ask her, she’ll tell you.”

            “Your mom’s not saying anything. She’s leaving this all up to you. Just tell us. Why did you do it? Why did you rape and kill Roxanne and Courtney?”

            “I didn’t!”

            “Jack . . . .”

            “She raped them with the gun! I didn’t do it! Don’t blame me for something I didn’t do!” He breaks down in tears while the detectives look at each other.

            “Why did your mom kill them then?”

            “We needed the money.”

            “Someone paid you to kill them? That explains the fancy furniture.”

            “Mrs. Nguyen. My mom said that one of the times she and Roxanne went out to lunch together, Roxanne accidently told her she had a girlfriend. When my mom wouldn’t let up, Roxanne finally told her it was Court. What she didn’t know is that my mom and Mrs. Nguyen were friends from way back. They had even tried setting us up once.

            “Mom knew Mrs. Nguyen’s culture didn’t agree with that. And that the Nguyen’s had a lot of money. Ever since my mom started working for the construction company and started losing her looks, money has been tight.”

            “Tell us exactly what happened.”

            “Mrs. Nguyen told us she overheard Court says she would be meeting Roxanne in the park and then they would walk to Carl’s together. So Mom and I waited in the trees for them to show up. When they did, we each went behind one of them while they were kissing and grabbed them so they couldn’t scream.” Jack wipes his eyes on the end of his sleeve before continuing. He is still crying, but not as bad as before.

            “My mom took Court because she was smaller and I took Roxanne. My mom was supposed to use the muffled gun to shoot them so no one would hear. But when Court took the gun from my mom and had it pointed at me, telling me to let go of Roxanne, Mom grabbed one of the bricks from the fence, and threw it at her head with everything she had.

            “Court hit the ground and didn’t move. Then my mom pulled down Court’s pants and started raping her really hard with the gun. At first I couldn’t understand why she was doing it, but I just assumed it was part of the plan to make Roxanne look guilty. I didn’t watch for very long, but it caught me off guard long enough so Roxanne could jab her elbow in my ribs and bite my shoulder when I tried to get her back. She ran over to my mom and kicked her as hard as she could. The gun was just lying there, so I took it and pointed it at Roxanne.

            “They both froze and my mom said to give it to her. She said she didn’t want me to be a murderer. Then she turned around and shot Roxanne in the head.” Jack starts crying really hard again, and it takes him a minute before he can go on.

            “Mrs. Nguyen said to shoot both of them, but Court was dead and we didn’t shoot her. So Mom shot her. Then she fled and I was left all alone. I tried to pull up Court’s pants, but it was too hard. Roxanne was lying a few feet away from Court, and I knew she loved her more than she could ever love me, so I moved her. I put them the way I thought they would like to be.

            “That’s when my mom called for me and I ran away as fast as I could. I put the gun in Roxanne’s hand like Mrs. Nguyen said. I don’t remember anything more.”

 

            Alex, Cragen, Munch, and Tutuola are all watching this scene. When Jack breaks down for the final time, they all turn away simultaneously. Alex is the only one who can speak.

            “Go pick up Mrs. Nguyen. I can get her for murder and rape easily. I can maybe bring it down to manslaughter for Jack, but probably not for Johnson. I’ll talk to the DA. See you in court. I mean, in the courtroom.”

 

 

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