All language subtitles for law s1e3

announcer:
In the nation's largest city,

the vicious and violent
members of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized Crime
Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

[dramatic music]

- [screams]

- I have a shipment on the way.

- If those vaccines
aren't restored properly,

within two hours,
they're useless.

- Slootmaeker, Washburn,
Morales,

time for you all
to start learning our guy.

- Stop right there.

- Freezer trucks.

- You jacked those vaccines.

- I have to bury my father.

- 9:00 p.m., Coney Island.

I know what you are.

- Extraordinary accusation,
Detective.

- Where you going?

I'm the one who found
Sinatra's body.

- You are not about to tell me

that you took his cell phone,

but if you did take it,

so we can nail
this son of a bitch

who did this to your family.

- Eli, get inside.
Get inside.

♪

- I am worried
about you, Elliot.

- Back off.

Who are you?

♪

- So what do you remember?

- I was walking home.

- You walked all the way
from the restaurant?

- I was having dinner,

with Bell, with you.

- Yeah, we went to dinner.

Do you have any idea
who jumped you?

- No,

two guys that were parked
outside of my place.

- So you didn't walk.
You drove?

And you got into a fight
over a parking spot?

- No, there was no--

it wasn't--it had nothing to do
with the parking spot.

- So you're saying you don't
think it was personal?

[uneasy music]

- I'm...

Nah, it's--

saying I'm--I'm not sure.

- Well, it looks like you got
pistol whipped.

Do you remember that?

- I don't know.

♪

- What a glorious sight.

How often do you get to
experience a sunrise

in New York City?

Ah,

look who's waking up.

Lucy,

did you get
enough beauty sleep, my love?

Are you familiar
with the Octopus vulgaris?

Octopus vulgaris.

The common octopus,

common, but utterly alien.

Three hearts, no bones,
blue blood,

and all those suckers.

2,000 of them.

And every one can taste you
like a tongue,

or grip you and pull you
into its hidden beak

like a pair of scissors.

It can crack a crab,

or a finger.

So fascinating.

Isn't it?

- [laughs]
Yes, sir, yeah.

Mr. Wheatley, I don't want you
to worry.

- And they're clever, too.

And intensely curious,
especially when they're hungry.

Are you hungry, baby?

I better feed her soon before
she tries to escape again.

They're master escape artists.

I bet you wish you had

that particular skill
right now.

- Excuse me?

- Not big on metaphors, huh?

So...

how do we resolve
this situation?

- I'll do whatever you want,
sir.

- It's not about what I want.

It's about what you

promised.

The last step in our little
real estate transaction.

- Okay, you're telling me that
he just brought him

into his office
at 5:30 in the morning

to talk about real estate
and red tape?

- Clearly, Wheatley has
his real conversations

someplace other
than his office.

- No, no--
wait, wait.

- Ooh!

[tense sounds]

[gasps]

[muffled cries]

I'm sorry, I didn't want to ask
for more money.

[chokes]

- Is he drowning this guy?
Should we call it in?

- No, just scaring the crap
out of him.

We don't want to blow
this bug yet.

[octopus squealing]

- [gasps]

I'll take care of it,
I swear.

I'll take care of it.

- Good.

Then everything is sweet.

I just...

don't like being cheated.

- [cries]

Yeah.

[dramatic music]

♪

- [sighs]

- [sleepily] Baby...

Baby, you just got home.

- That's how we roll, baby.
I gotta go.

- No...

How's your detective?

What's his name?

- Stabler?

He got jumped
outside of his apartment.

Two guys.
They beat him pretty bad.

He's okay, though.

- Was it Wheatley?

- Probably,

sending a message.

[uneasy music]

♪

[door closes]

- Breakfast.
Good morning.

Best sister ever.

- [laughs]
Good morning.

- Croissants, bagels,
a coffee--fresh.

- Sure.
- Okay.

There you go.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- You sure?

Well, at least you're doing
your school. That's good.

What time do you even wake up?

- Usually, I get up
around 7:00,

but I'm on a break right now.

But I was up early anyway
this morning,

'cause I heard Dad.

He was, uh...

♪

- This is so not okay.

- He wasn't having
another nightmare.

He was just getting
a glass of water.

- Well, and now he's leaving
you all alone.

- Well, we worked out a system.

I set up a direct text link
for emergencies.

I don't leave the apartment
on my own.

I don't answer the door
when I'm here alone.

It's fine.

- It's not fine.

You can't stay here, Eli.

- I'm not moving in
with Maureen and Carl.

I already told Dad.

- Dad?

Did you tell Eli
he can stay here with you?

- No, he's going to Maureen
and Carl's.

- Well, it's not safe.

- Eli, the whole point
is to keep you safe.

- Look at his face.

That could have been you.

- It was just a fight
over a parking space.

- Are we supposed
to believe that?

- Believe whatever you want.

I'm not leaving Dad here alone.
He needs me.

- That poor man.

He's been through so much.

- He's a warrior, Denise.
I'll tell you that.

- A warrior or a gladiator?

- Don't start,

please.

He comes from that

old gladiator cop tradition,
for sure, but...

I feel him striving.

- He lets you lead?

- He's trying.

I mean, it's not easy for him.

But with all the pain he's in,

maybe because of it--

- Ayanna,

this man is on a short fuse.

- I trust him.

- Our boy is gonna need
both of his mothers.

- I know,

believe me.

He is the only thing
I'm thinking about.

You.

And you.

- And Richard Wheatly.

- Look, Mom is gone,

and he's afraid of losing me,
I get it.

- That doesn't change
the situation.

- Well, I'll keep trying,
and--

we have a system.

- Eli told me.

You're awake most of the night,

you pace in front
of this crazy wall,

talking to it, the nightmares,

you're screaming
in your sleep--

- Wait a minute.
Hold it. Hey.

Yes, I don't get enough sleep,

and I pace to think, and
that crazy wall is my office,

but I'm not screaming.
I had one nightmare.

- You have to see someone.
You can't function like this.

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- They have medication.

- I'm not taking any drugs.

Drugs help a lot of people,
and--

they're just not for me.

- You mean
because you're not bipolar

like me and Grandma?

- No, because if the job
finds out I'm on meds,

they take your gun and badge.

- I'm pretty sure it's not
like that anymore.

[dramatic music]

♪

Get help, Dad.

I love you.

- Okay.

- That bad?

- I can't drink
American coffee anymore.

So what'd Moennig have to say?

- "You don't round up
a waiting room

"full of rich,
powerful patients

"like it's a vice raid
on a rub-and-tug joint.

"Good luck proving
it was a vaccine

and not their monthly Botox."

- Hm, not a bad impression.

Don't worry about it.
He's all bark.

- Maybe with you.

- You don't get along?

- We get along fine.

This is the file
on Dr. Valentine,

the concierge MD
with the stolen vaccines.

He said he got it
from a Certazul rep.

Can you decrypt
the chain of purchase?

- Put a call in
to the Port Authority,

told him to lock down security

and notify us on anything that
requires serious refrigeration.

- Washburn, I need you to call

every security director
on Wall Street,

put them on notice
about black market vaccines,

let them know we're coming
after anyone who tries

to jump the line through
their corporate health plans.

- Copy that.

- Hey,

putting the squeeze
on Wheatley.

- Yeah.
Payback for your face.

- I reached out personally
to every vendor.

I even tried the West Coast--

Rancho Mirage, Beverly Hills.

I offered to cover shipping
and refrigeration.

- You do know this was
a costly operation?

- Yes, Dad, I'm very aware
of that.

It's the Park Avenue bust.
It has everybody spooked.

So we're just gonna have
to figure a way around it.

- Okay, do that.

- I plan to.

- Dana,

don't let me down.

- Dad,

I think you've mistaken me
for Richie.

- Are you sure I'm his father?
- [laughs]

- What are you girls
gossiping about in here?

- Ah, nothing.
Just getting Dad up to date

on some new product
development.

I'm gonna get to the office.

Good to see you, Mom.

- You too, sweetie.

Dinner Thursday.
Don't forget.

- I won't.

- What have you got her
involved in?

- Everything I possibly can.

She's as smart as you, Ange,
maybe smarter.

- I know.
That's why I don't want her

involved in your business.

- It's a little late for that.
She's a senior VP,

and she runs the Foundation.

- You know
what I'm talking about.

- I'd say I've taken
pretty good care

of our children so far,
wouldn't you?

What are you doing here,
anyway?

- Books.

- New books.

- Books--
- Books.

- That time of year.
Could do it at my place

if you don't want me
around here.

- But it's just--
it's not as secure

as your digital fortress.

- No, no, no, get to work.

Mi casa, su casa.

- Ah.

I should have asked for it
in the divorce settlement.

- That's what a prenup is for.

- Hey, where are we on the guy
who took a swim

in Wheatley's fish tank?

- Jet pulled CCTV from
the street outside Contrapos,

and ran it through
some facial recog AI...

that she wrote herself.

- Sloot!
- Told you she was good.

- Yep.
Our guy is Danny Lizer,

real estate agent
from Loudon County, Virginia.

- What's Wheatley doing
half-drowning

some real estate nobody
from the sticks?

What's Wheatley doing
in Loudon County?

- Hey!

My pal over at ATF just got

a ballistics match
off a database

to the slug they pulled out
of Manfredi Sinatra's skull.

We tracking down any mob guys
in Virginia?

- Loudon County, Virginia?

- Yeah.
How did you know that?

Local sheriff
just caught the case.

- I'm taking a trip south.

- Really?
Who gave you that order?

Washburn, hook this up

with the sheriff
who caught the case.

I'm driving.

- I didn't want to drive
anyway.

[dramatic music]

- The front seat is upholstered
with responsibility.

- Huh?

- That's what my mama
used to say

when she was driving
and I wasn't contributing

to the conversation.

I count 20 exits of silence.

- [grunts]

Those two guys
were going after Eli.

- Your son?

- Yeah.

He's fine.

I told him it was a fight
about a parking spot, and I--

he's acting
like that's the truth.

- We really need to shut
this guy down.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Not used to it, huh?
- What?

- Not being
in the driver's seat,

shifting your butt around,
checking your mirrors,

I bet you wish there was
a little brake down there,

like in driver's ed.

- I don't need to be in charge,
if that's your point.

I've had plenty of captains,
plenty of partners,

- Well, I'm not a captain,
I'm a sergeant.

- Yeah, still the boss.

- Yeah, but you got more time
on the job,

and you pull a bigger paycheck,
so, way I see it,

we're more--
- We're partners.

- Equals.

We want the same thing.

You have your reasons
to make this case.

I got mine.

♪

Let's talk demographics.
What boxes do I check?

♪

- Female, Black, gay.

♪

- Do you know what it's like

being Black, female, and gay?

♪

- You know I do not.

♪

- You crossed a lot of lines
back in the day.

- Yes, I did.

- Black, female, gay,

if I cross any of those lines,
even just one--

that's the end
of my task force.

In fact,

if I cross any of those lines,
my career is over.

[siren blares]

- Detective Mundy,

Sergeant Bell,
Detective Stabler.

- Fell off my bike.

- This here's Dr. Sharma,
our medical examiner.

- Welcome to Loudon County.
- Thanks.

- You made good time.
You must have tore down here.

- We're hoping the connection
to Manfredi Sinatra

can help us put
some pieces together.

- Yeah, your Detective Washburn
mentioned that on the phone.

- Was the vic on your radar?

- Ah, we don't have that kind
of radar down here

for something like this.
Doc, you want to do the honors?

- Single gunshot wound
to the forehead.

Female, 34 years old.

- Who is this?
- Who is this?

- Jocelyn Howell,

coordinator of business development,

Greater Loudon County.

Born and raised here,

married, one kid.

[tense music]

♪

- Workers found her over here,
lying face up.

- What is this place?

- It's a fiber-optic graveyard.

- What's that?

- We're in the data capital
of the world.

When I was growing up here,
it was all farmland.

Now 70%
of global Internet traffic

runs through those buildings.

- So now it's server farms.

- Wi-Fi is real good.

- Yeah, but why here?

- Virginia has some

of the cheapest electricity
in the country.

One server can draw
as much power as a small town.

- Yeah, so, whoever is giving
out those permits is a VIP.

- Unless they're dead.

CSU find any casings?

- Nada.

- No burn marks,

execution style,
nine millimeter,

didn't pass
through the skull...

medium distance?

- Experienced shooter for sure.

- Danny Lizer.
That ring a bell?

Local real estate guy?

- It's a small town, but...
I haven't arrested everyone.

[phone beeps]
Jocelyn would have dealt

with a lot
of real estate folks, though,

over there in biz development.

- Better see what she wants.

[cell phone buzzes]

[dramatic music]

- Doing a little day-drinking,
are we?

- Well, I noticed
you still have

a few of the bottles
we picked up in Mendoza.

- Hm.
- I didn't think you'd mind,

Argentinian wine prices
being what they are.

- I don't care about the money.

Just ask first.

- Oh, please.

- I just don't like it when
people take things from me.

You know that.

[tense music]

♪

- I do.

- So Wheatley's building
a data center,

and he needed Jocelyn Howell
to approve his permits

because they don't conform
with EPA guidelines.

- Detective Mundy was right.

Apparently, these server farms

require a lot of energy.

- Yep, he used Lizer
to pay her off, she got greedy,

so she ended up in a ditch.

- What's Wheatley need with
his own server farm, though?

- Well, if I was Wheatley,

and I was looking to ramp up
my criminal activity,

I wouldn't use servers
from another company.

I'd build my own.
- Mm-hmm.

- I mean, that's what he was
pitching to the Guardo family.

- What do you mean pitch
to the Guardo Family?

Where'd you hear that?

- We have an undercover.

- Gina Cappelletti.

She's been with the Guardo
family for two years.

I'm switching her over
to Wheatley.

[hurried music]

♪

- [murmurs]

[doorbell buzzes]

Umm...

[suspenseful music]

♪

The Contrapos server farm
is huge.

It--it'd draw way more power

than you're allowed
without EPA signoff.

-So Wheatley paid Jocelyn 100
-K
to look the other way.

- Sounds like
a good arrangement.

- It was for everyone.

Jocelyn got greedy,

-she asked for another 25
-K,

and Wheatley got all twisted

'cause she was trying
to scam him.

- Wheatley been down here?
To Loudon County?

Maybe give Jocelyn
that final payment?

- Not as far as I know.

- What about
any of his associates?

- You mean
like the creepy bodyguard

who tried to drown me
in the fish tank?

- Or the octopus?

- You know about that thing?

- Tell us about him.

- The octopus?

- The bodyguard.
- Oh.

Bald with a beard
and an accent.

- What kind of accent?
- I don't know.

- Middle Eastern?
Israeli maybe?

- Whatever.
I just--

I'd be happy never to see
any of them ever again.

- Yeah, well, unfortunately,

we got bad news for you
on that front.

[tense music]

- Good timing.

Come here.
I want you to see something.

- I have an idea
that I want to run by you.

It won't offset our losses
on the vaccines,

but it'll be a PR win.

- Sweet.
Just--just give me a second.

Our EPA approval
came through this morning,

and I'm about to get a tour.

This will take the company
to a whole new level, Dana.

Wait till you see
what I'm building.

There he is.

The man of the hour.

- Mr. Wheatley,

I think you got
your money's worth, sir.

I hope you like
what you're about to see.

- Oh, sweet, sweet, sweet.

Isn't that beautiful?

- It's beautiful.
[laughs]

- Whatever you're doing
to offset our losses

is good with me.
Nothing else matters.

This--this is the future.

- Actually,

this is the future.

[tense music]

[alarm sounding]

We're closing her.

How about that?

[phone chimes]

- Stabler.

- I can't talk long.
Can we meet?

- Yeah, yeah we can.
[snaps fingers]

Let me just go
to a quieter place.

Are you in danger right now?

- I texted you an address.

The text will only be available
for ten seconds.

Bye for now.

- Okay, don't hang up.
- [hangs up]

- Richard?
I'm leaving.

I gotta get ready for later.

- Tell me you got it.

- No, the location
is blocked somehow.

[suspenseful music]

♪

This is unusual.

♪

- Elliot Stabler made
an unwelcome appearance

in Loudon County yesterday--

during the middle
of my video conference.

Does anyone else know
you were there?

- No one that's alive
to talk about it.

As long as I have these, Boss,

we have nothing to worry about.

I am very meticulous.

- Meaning what?

- Meaning I never leave
any brass behind.

I clean up so nothing could
connect to me or my weapons.

- His face was a mess.

- You're welcome.

[tense music]

♪

- What's a Meyer lemon?

- It's a hybrid,

a cross between a citron
and a man--

Oh, my God.
What happened to you?

- Nothing much.

Let's just say I was looking
out for my kid.

- Please tell me Eli's okay.

Detective,
I'm an academic researcher.

Do you not think I researched
you when you came to my office

and told me your wife
had been murdered?

- Where'd you call me from
this afternoon?

- Oh, you tried to trace me?

- I called you
from Richard's wine cellar.

It's a Faraday cage.

- What's that?

- Michael Faraday
was a British scientist.

It's a box or a structure that
blocks electromagnetic waves.

Richard has all
of his sensitive conversations

in that wine cellar.

- Why'd you just tell me
that information?

- Let's just say I'm looking
out for my kid.

She's getting a little too
close to her father, and I'm...

afraid.

I don't want her to get hurt.

- And how can I help?

- What are you doing later?

- Probably having
bad Chinese takeout with Eli.

- Well, my daughter's hosting
a... charity event.

You might want to stop by.

I'll be there.
So will Richard.

- What's the event?

- The Wheatley Foundation's
giving away vaccines

to the underserved communities.

I don't know
where they got these vaccines,

and I don't know why they're
giving them away for free.

I just know
something's weird about it.

- Ma'am, your groceries.

- Oh, they're for him.

- His kid should eat something

better than
bad Chinese takeout.

♪

- ♪ You don't understand
what you do to me ♪

♪ Twerking in the mirror
looks so good to me ♪

♪ Do it, do it, do it,
just do it for me ♪

- Gina.
- Hm?

- So I take you to my spot,

we have a lit night,
and you don't hit me back.

Why you gotta do me so cold?

- Uh, yeah--we had a fun night,

but I've got a guy, remember?

And he's not really
into sharing.

- Neither am I.

- You're so sweet, Richie.

And I really like you, but...

Joey is dangerous.

- Gina, you're worth the risk,
all right?

I'll take it.

Come on.

- I get off early
tomorrow night.

You should come by.
We'll go someplace.

- How about you don't worry
about the boyfriend?

- What boyfriend?

- ♪ Uh oh, uh oh

[hip-hop music]

- [over PA] All right,
welcome, everyone.

Imagining a lot
of smiling faces

underneath those masks.
All right?

Well, great to see
so many beautiful faces

from the community here.

- Hey.

Are you planning to speak?

- Yeah, I'm introducing Dad.
Why?

- Oh, let him do
the preening, honey.

You're classier than that.

- Mom, we're giving back
to the community.

We're doing something
really, really good.

Why are you belittling that?

- He's using you,

trust me.

- Okay, Mom.
- Dana--

- Would like to say
a few words to you all.

[cheers and applause]

- Good afternoon, everyone.

Thank you so much
for taking part in our effort

to bring equity to the fight
against this pandemic.

Today, the Wheatley Foundation
is donating

10,000 vaccines
to this community.

[cheers and applause]

[tense music]

And that
is from the generosity

of our foundation's chairman,

and more importantly, my dad,

Mr. Richard Wheatley.

[cheers and applause]

- Dana Wheatley, everyone.

Isn't she something?

- Thank you.
Thank you so much.

- My wife Pilar and I
are humbled and grateful

to be in a position to provide

what the government
couldn't provide.

The Wheatley Foundation
is doing what they couldn't.

- Try and get your daughter
away from him

unless you want her arrested
as well.

All right,
let's shut this down.

- Copy that.
We're going in.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

- That means today, everyone
gets a shot in the arm.

[applause]

- Does she really have to come
to everything?

- Congratulations, Pilar,
Richard.

That was amazing.

I'm so sorry.
Can I apologize?

Will you come with me, please?

- Folks,
the Wheatley Foundation

is handing out gift bags
of food and healthy provisions

to take home to your families.

Make sure you get yours
before you leave tonight.

♪

- You know my name yet?

- Check the vials.

- NYPD.
- You have a warrant, sir?

- Guess why we're here.

- I imagine it's to apologize
for trying

to illegally shut down
my server farm.

- Nobody's shutting down
your data center.

- Until we catch you doing
something illegal with it.

- We're here because we got
a report

that the vaccines
were obtained illegally.

- Sounds like fake news to me.

- So you don't mind
if we check the lot numbers,

and match them up
against the stolen ones?

- Be my guest,
but make it quick.

You're making
these good people nervous.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Sergeant,

the numbers don't match.

- Are you sure?

- Not a one of them.

♪

- You'd need a permit
to use this community center

as a public vaccination site.

It takes at least ten days.

- The mayor personally waived
the waiting period.

He couldn't have been
more grateful

about what I'm doing here.

Hope it doesn't hurt
too much.

Your face, that is.

♪

Nothing to worry about,
ladies and gentlemen.

The police are just doing
their jobs.

Let's give them a hand.

And don't forget to get
vaccinated before you leave.

My treat.

- Morales, the gentleman
I'm about to talk to--

find out everything you can
about him.

- Copy that.

- Israeli, huh?

Your accent?
Israeli?

Is that a concealed weapon?

[grunts]

♪

Desert Eagle?

I know a couple
Special Forces guys

that just love this weapon.

- I have a permit.

- Do you?

♪

City or state?

- You ever heard
of a park bench?

- Gotta sweat out the toxins.

Pretty sure I got
the young Wheatley

on the hook for tonight.

- Pretty sure?
- He'll be there.

- Good.
So will we,

soon as you flag us.

- What if your target
doesn't show?

- Richie and Joey get into it,

Richie's daddy
will send protection.

This is about to get real.
You ready?

- I'm always ready.

- Wheatley has a wine cellar
in his house

where he does his private
phone calls and meetings.

I need a bug in there.

- You got a warrant?

- Let me worry
about the warrant.

You worry about getting
an invitation.

[tense music]

♪

- That's our guy.

[camera shutter snapping]

- Let's follow him.

♪

- Hi.

What are you doing?
- Chill, baby.

What are you
so worked up about?

- Get in the car.

We are two blocks
away from my work.

Do you know what'd happen

if one of Joey's boys
saw us together?

- I got my boys, too.

My boy Darius?
Army Ranger.

Three tours in Iraq.

- That's your bodyguard?

- Well, yeah, he's my boy,

but he's also
on my dad's payroll.

Yeah.

- And they're gonna be there
with you tonight?

- Mm-hmm.

- Darius too?
- Yeah, for sure.

So we're gonna roll in, casual,

I'ma have a little talk
with Joey, like you said...

- Right.
- Tell him what's what.

- Respectful.

- Respectful
like nobody's business.

And we're gonna roll out,

and you'll be with me.

♪

[laughs]

- Not until it's official.

- See, I was just testing you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Gonna make it official
tonight.

♪

- I totally think
this is doable.

- Okay.

- You move something around,
work on the timing.

[suspenseful music]

- Really?
- What?

Whoa.
This guy's legit.

- The weapon that
Detective Stabler confiscated

from Izak Bekher matches
the ballistics

for both Sinatra
and Jocelyn Howell.

- So, Bekher
is an Israeli national,

did some time
in the IDF Special Forces,

got kicked out of the Mossad.

Since then, he's been going
around being

on the wrong side of every war,
last 15 years.

- He drives his boss around,

but he's more like
his bodyguard and fixer.

He lives
on the Wheatley compound.

He was there this afternoon.

Changed out his boss' Maybach
for his own Ducati.

- Which means that he's going
up to Nyack tonight

to go on a date
with his girlfriend.

And we're gonna watch to see
what route he takes.

Then we all roll up--

- Whoa--whoa, let's just--

Jet, remind everyone
why we just don't roll up

on someone like Izak Bekher.

- 2015, Manila PD tried
to arrest the individual

for arms trafficking.

The lead investigator
turned up in a roadside ditch

with a bullet between the eyes.

- Charges didn't stick.

Now, we have enough
to bring in Bekher,

but as you just heard,

he doesn't care
about killing cops,

and I don't want to see
any of y'all end up dead.

- So, if all the dominoes fall
into place,

this is how it's gonna happen.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- All right, B.
So, I'ma go in,

get her, and then
we gonna bounce, all right?

♪

- Yo, anybody seen Gina?

- She's upstairs,
but it's members only.

- [laughs]
Right.

- Y'all got Maker's back there?

- Maker's.
[scoffs]

- Hear me?

- Oh, baby, why we gotta do
this every night?

- What?
- Just relax.

We'll talk about this
when you come home tonight.

All right?

- Joey.
- Mm-mm.

It's not gonna happen.

- Do yourself a favor, bro.

- Hey,

somebody better call
this little boy's daddy,

and tell him he just wet
himself.

- Aye yo, it's Darius.

I'm at the Seven Knights.

We got a situation here
with Richie.

- I don't even got a problem
with you, bro.

- Mm-mm?
- Nah, it's just facts.

Gina would rather be with me.

- [laughs]
Oh, yeah?

She'd rather be with--
[laughs]

- [grunts]

- Get off me!
You know who I am?

- You put your hands on me,
you little punk!

[overlapping shouts]

- You're already dead!

I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!

[shouts and grunts]
I'll kill you!

[tense music]

♪

[indistinct conversation]

- I suggest you move aside.

[tense music]

♪

- Joey.
[laughs]

My sincere apologies
about any misunderstanding

that happened here tonight.

- No worries.
Boys will be boys.

Look, I hope I didn't hurt him
too bad.

You know, I got this temper,
and sometimes--

- Richie will be fine.

I'll have a little talk
with him.

- Cool.

Looking forward to our meeting
next week, Richard.

It's an exciting piece
of business you brought us.

- Wait till you see it
on its feet.

- Richie,

let's go.

[tense music]

♪

- Gentlemen,
have a good evening.

- Why did you sell me out
like that?

- I saved your ass.

♪

Darius, get them out of here,

I'll take Richie home.

- Yes sir.

All right, ladies, let's go.

- Mr. Wheatley?

Look, I--

I just want you to know that...

Richie was defending me
against Joey

because I sort of ended things
with him,

and he wasn't...

taking it too well.
So...

- This is the famous Gina?

- Yeah.

- Now I understand.

Why don't you invite her
to your birthday dinner?

- Wednesday night,

8:00 at my father's house.

You should come.
It's my 30th.

- Oh.

Could I give you
an early birthday present?

- Sure.

[tense music]

♪

- Boss, if you're good here,

I'm going to Nyack
for the night.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[line trilling]

- Sergeant Bell.
- It's me.

He just left.

- Copy that.
Anything else?

- My invitation arrived.

♪

- We're good to go.

- All right,
Gina Cappelletti, huh?

When do I get to meet her?

- Probably never,
and keep this between us.

- Copy that.

It's on!

Suit up.

[intense music]

♪

[hopeful music]

- Get up. Get up.
Now!

- Izak Bekher,

you're under arrest
for the murders

of Manfredi Sinatra
and Jocelyn Howell.

- You don't have anything
on me.

- Willing to bet your life
on that?

[dramatic music]