A/N: When you start the music there will be a few seconds of dead air so that you can situate your eyes to the script and follow along. You don't have to wait for the music. You can start reading as soon as you press play, especially if you're a slow reader. All regular print is spoken. All of the lyrics are in italic and bold. If you read fast you might have to wait for the lyrics to start in order to move on with the story. I tried to put an average amount of time between the lyrics so that everyone could read the story and not be left behind. Also, I am not a DJ and I do not have amazing music editing tools, so when I use more then one song during a scene it can be little jarring. I apologize for that, but you'll just have to imagine that it flows into one another. All stage direction and music ques will be in Bold. None of the songs or Law and Order Characters are mine and I will not be using this to make money in any way, shape, or form.

Hope you enjoy! Please Review!!!!! I have a lot of really great ideas, but adding the music is not easy, so if nobody likes the music in the background please let me know, because I can just write the script, but I thought this was much more interesting.

Character/ song notes: I tried to give each character a certain sound or musical artist in order to keep things simple and understandable.

Woman in white vocals and occasionally the people of NYC: They will be sung by Nellie McKay.

Elliot Stabler: sung by Tom Waits.

Olivia Benson: sung by Fiona Apple and Emiliana Torrini.

The Perp: All of his songs will be sung by Frank Sinatra.

First sequence of songs are "Oh, What a World" by Rufus Wainwright, "New York City" by Nora Jones, "Mouths to Feed" by Ludacris, and "Working Song" by Nellie McKay.

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Opening Act I Scene I

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The New York sky was a hazy orangish pink as the sun peaked its rays from the horizon onto the towering metal buildings. The city that never sleeps rumbled to a bustle of traffic and noise. Detective John Munch exited the subway tunnels and took in a breath of air. He smiled at the smell of pollution his lungs had grown accustomed to over the years.

Detective Fin Tutola walked up behind him with a grumpy disposition and grumbled, "Morning bright eyes."

John's face sagged to its usual sad state. "I see I'm not the only one who didn't get eight hours of sleep."

They continued to walk down the sidewalk.

Fin grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and covered his red eyes.

John stopped at a newspaper stand.

The guy in front of him handed the news guy a twenty and pointed to a magazine. "and give me one of 'dose vogue mag's too."

John watched the guy put his change in his pocket and grabbed a New York Times.

He turned to Fin and said,

"Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world
It seems we live in
Straight man
Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful on a New York Times"

John held the newspaper up and slapped it in the air.

A homeless women pushed a cup in John's face and replied,

"New York City
Such a beautiful disease"

John dug in his pockets for some change.

When the change hit the cup she smiled, "New York City
Such a beautiful."

Fin spit on the sidewalk and looked at his watch.

The woman gave him an angry look, "Such a beautiful disease"

A gang of teenage boys walked past them and pushed into Fin.

"Hey, watch yourself." Fin said.

The tallest boy turned and answered, "Fuck you mother fucker."

Fin was about to give him a piece of his mind when John stopped him, "It doesn't matter how many lives we save you're not gonna teach them a lesson."

"I wasn't gonna teach them shit. We're gonna be late." Fin said as he quickened his pace.

"What's your problem this morning?" Munch said as he followed him.

Fin pushed past a group of tourists, "People. Stop movin so slow - I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go - I got mouths to feed
Rain hail sleet snow - I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to GET TO THAT PAP-"

John cut Fin off, "Whoa, calm down."

"I can't calm down. I'm being evicted." Fin yelled.

John stopped in his tracks, "Evicted? How'd that happen?"

"I got a call from my ex's lawyer three months ago. She's asking for more money from my child support checks. It would have been nice of her to pull that on me before I bought the mustang."

"Woman. You can't win. Hey, don't worry about it. You can stay at my place until you get back on your feet."

Fin shook his head and continued walking, "I don't take hand outs.
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
Cause paychecks are comin up shorter than February
Can't get a real job, I never finished school
Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes
But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle
And even Hogan Knows Best, I'm all about the muscle
I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green
I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends

And I'm a workin dream, I keep the circuit clean
See I'm the FUCKIN FUTURE! I'm a workin machine
Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watchin my cream
So I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine"

John looked around him at the chaotic rush hour of New York. He wondered how he managed to live in the mess of it all.

"Oh what a world
We live in

Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Always
Travelin' but not in love

Still I think I'm doin' fine
Wouldn't it be a lovely headline
Life is
Beautiful."

Fin started up the stairs to the entrance of the precinct. John looked up toward the tops of the buildings to take in the philosophical thoughts swimming through his mind. His phone vibrated in his pocket. "Munch."

He spoke to the caller and flipped his phone shut. Before Fin could get through the door of the building John yelled, "Fin, we got a call on the east side."

He swung the door shut and they headed towards the squad cars.

A woman in a long white trench coat and golden blonde hair brushed past them. John felt the heat of her shoulder and almost turned to look at her, but dropped his newspaper. Distracted from the way it hit the ground and blew in the wind, he grabbed at the billowing pages and headed for the garage without a second glance.

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The woman walked through the streets passing all of the lonely hard working people with a smile and a sadness that crept from her bright blue eyes. She could hear all of their thoughts and they came to her all at once like a bad dream.

The people of New York scuttled about with the weight of the world on their shoulders:

"Deliver the paper deliver the porn
Deliver the baker deliver the morn
A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass
Of sunshine and good times that I have to pass
On the way to my job on the way to my work
On the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk
Who's my boss today
Who's my boss to stay
Who's my supervisor when I'm in my grave
A slave on the run still under the gun
Of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun
I don't know son, was there somethin' I missed
I don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasist
Metropolis exists is this
If you listen close you can hear the piss"

John and Fin drove past the woman in white towards St. Michael's Catholic Church.

Her hair blew like waves through the wind. The homeless woman stopped her patter and starred at the woman in awe.

A man taking fruit from a truck tripped on the sidewalk and dropped apples along the road.

The apples caused several cars to swerve and beep.

Every day's another loss
Need the pay so please the boss
Through the sludge they mingle by the mile
Every worker looks ahead
Ah the kiddies must be fed
So they trudge along in single file

In a matter of minutes the detectives were at the door of the church where a nun showed them into the place of worship. A choir practiced in the balcony as they passed through the hallways to the abbey. The head Priest nodded and closed his office door. Fin towered over the small nun that led them to a back room. The outside of the door read, Sister Anna Martin.

Street Scene

The woman in white picked up an apple from the ground and handed it to the boss of the man who dropped the apples.

The boss stopped yelling and his face relaxed into a smile when he caught a glance of her eyes. "Excuse me for yelling ma'm." Her eyes softened his mood and his mouth dropped as he watched her billow past him.

She turned the corner and disappeared.

And you turn and you toil
And you burn and you boil
In the tourniquet coil
Of the white folks' soil
Spoilin' with a malaise worse than disses or dope
Wakin' up in a haze
With your wishes and hopes
And your poor little dreams
All wrapped up in burlap
That you carry around
For a sniff or a snack
Or a taste in your haste
To get right back on track
Outta whack with the pack
But acquiring the knack
Of ignoring the rustle
That quietly seethes
The hustle, the buy-it
The air that you breathe

The nun slowly opened the door to show them the pool of blood that ran from the bed to the floor. A pair of underwear was next to the pillow and a note was tacked to the wall with a knife. On it read, "None shall pass. Jesus is the way, the truth, and the light. Intruders will suffer the consequences."

Every day's another loss
Need the pay so please the boss
Through the sludge they mingle by the mile
Every worker looks ahead
Ah the kiddies must be dead
So they trudge along in single file

The nun sobbed and left the room as she touched her forehead and crossed her body "Father, Son, Holy Spirit."

John and Munch gave each other a look and started on the crime like it was a typical day.

The woman in white stopped on a corner across the street from the church and watched as more and more CSU units showed up.

When her detectives came out of the building they stopped on the steps of the church. Fin pulled off a pair of rubber gloves and John took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

The people on the streets stopped to see what was happening at the church. They grew closer and louder. "Who rapes a nun?" Fin contemplated with disgust.

Every day's another loss
Need the pay so please the boss
Through the sludge they mingle by the mile
Every worker looks ahead
Ah the kiddies must be fed
So they trudge along in single file

Traffic cops tried to stop the crowd from becoming chaotic. The media was shortly on the scene. There were candles lit and sobs from the crowd that slowly got larger by the minute.

The scene slowly turns away from the audience and we're taken to the center of 42nd street where we see Olivia holding a little girl and a man pointing a gun to her head. Elliot enters the scene and pushes through the crowd of people who are scattering away from the man with the gun.

There was a scream from within the crowd.

"Olivia." Elliot yelled peering through the cracks of the panicked theatergoers.

Pause Music