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Benson Finds Balance
by
Mariska Hargitay
INT. NYPD SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT – NIGHT
Olivia Benson, her face etched with weariness, sits at her desk, reviewing a file. The room is dimly lit, the only sound the hum of computers and the occasional distant siren.
BENSON
Another dead end.
She pushes the file aside, frustration evident in her sharp movements. She picks up another file, a thicker one, marked “Confidential.” She begins to read, a growing unease creeping into her expression.
BENSON
This doesn't add up.
She flips through pages, stopping at a photograph — a blurry image of a clandestine meeting. The faces are obscured by shadows, but the location is identifiable — a secure CIA facility.
BENSON
CIA involvement? In a simple drug bust?
She pulls out her phone, scrolling through encrypted messages. Her fingers fly across the screen, accessing secure databases. She pulls up a series of seemingly unrelated cases — all with inconsistencies. They all connect to one specific person.
BENSON
(to herself)
Same M.O., different victims. Different boroughs, different detectives. This is too much of a coincidence.
She notices a tiny detail in each report: a barely visible symbol — an almost imperceptible marking resembling a stylized "MS-13" gang tag, but far more refined. She zooms in on the symbol on her monitor.
BENSON
(whispering)
MS-13? That's not right. This is... cleaner.
A chilling realization dawns on her. She leans back in her chair, the gravity of her discovery weighing heavily upon her.
BENSON
This isn't just a drug ring. This is a cover-up.
She grabs her jacket, her eyes blazing with a determined fury. The shadows in the room seem to deepen, mirroring the suspicion that now consumes her.
FADE OUT.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Dust motes dance in the single shaft of moonlight. Empty crates and discarded machinery litter the space. OLIVIA BENSON stands before MARK JENNINGS, a former NYPD detective.
BENSON
Mark.
Jennings continues cleaning a firearm.
BENSON
It's Olivia. We need to talk.
JENNINGS
Olivia. Didn't think I'd see you again.
BENSON
I found something. Something you might understand.
She lays a folder on the workbench. Jennings examines crime scene photos marked with a tiny symbol.
JENNINGS
(whispering)
The Serpent’s Tooth.
BENSON
You know this?
JENNINGS
I knew them. Thought they were gone.
BENSON
These cases were all closed. Different boroughs, different detectives. But they all have this mark.
JENNINGS
A sophisticated operation. Internal only. But even I never saw the bigger picture.
BENSON
I think it’s a cover-up. A big one.
JENNINGS
Then we're going to need more than a magnifying glass, Detective.
He looks at Benson, a flicker of his old fire rekindled.
CONTINUED
INT. LEWIS'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
WILLIAM LEWIS, sharp, impeccably dressed, sits cleaning glasses. OLIVIA BENSON enters cautiously.
BENSON
Lewis.
LEWIS
And what makes you think I'd offer help? Last time, you tried to put me away.
BENSON
Things have changed. Information about the Serpent's Tooth.
LEWIS
That’s a name I haven’t heard in years.
BENSON
They're not a myth. I need someone who understands their methods, their connections...the CIA’s dark side.
LEWIS
Unlikely alliance, Detective.
BENSON
We both want justice, even if we define it differently.
LEWIS
Justice... a relative term. Fine. This is strictly business. No betrayal.
BENSON
Agreed.
They share a tense look, a silent acknowledgment of their uneasy truce.
FADE OUT.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
OLIVIA BENSON stands, addressing RAY WALKER, DR. ANNA REED, and SERGEANT MARCUS JONES.
BENSON
I know this is unconventional. Hell, it's illegal.
WALKER
Unconventional is my middle name.
REED
As long as it involves less paperwork.
JONES
I'm here to take down the Serpent's Tooth.
BENSON
Precisely. We're building something new. NuBreed Justice League.
WALKER
(skeptical)
Sounds like a comic book.
REED
It's about time we had one that actually works.
JONES
I'm in.
WALKER
Count me in. But if this goes south, I'm blaming you.
BENSON
Agreed. Lewis has key information.
She spreads files and maps.
BENSON
The Serpent's Tooth isn't a myth; they're powerful. We need to be smarter, faster, more ruthless. We're not cops anymore.
FADE OUT.
INT. ABANDONED CITY HALL ANNEX – NIGHT
The team moves cautiously through the dilapidated building, flashlights cutting through darkness.
BENSON
Remember the intel Lewis gave us? The back office, third floor.
They navigate the hallways. Reed scans a wall.
REED
Bingo. Hidden room.
Jones breaches the wall, revealing an untouched office with files.
JONES
Damn. This is a goldmine.
BENSON
Government sanctioned... human experimentation. Proof of Serpent's Tooth's connections to the highest levels.
A distant SIREN WAIL. They freeze.
WALKER
We need to move. Now.
They grab key files, escape through a back window.
CUT TO
INT. SECURE WAREHOUSE – NIGHT
Benson, Walker, Reed, and Jones review the files.
BENSON
MS-13. We thought it was just a gang.
REED
These files... government funding. Project Nightingale.
WALKER
Nightingale? Never heard of it.
JONES
They used MS-13 as cover. Human experimentation, weaponizing street gangs...
BENSON
This is about control. Testing weapons, social measures, creating chaos to maintain power.
REED
The scale... far-reaching.
(ENDING)
The team sits, silent and tense. Benson’s hand trembles as she sorts the final documents.
BENSON
We have enough. Names, dates, proof. But real justice... that's another battle.
JONES
You willing to take this all the way?
BENSON
(with conviction)
We came this far. We finish it.
REED
We need the media. Someone outside the system.
WALKER
It’s risky. They’ll come for us.
BENSON
Let them come. The truth deserves daylight.
Benson looks out the window into the city — dark but alive with possibilities.
BENSON
(softly, to herself)
Balance isn’t about peace. It’s about choosing which truths to fight for.
FADE OUT.
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