All language subtitles for Elsbeth 214

Keep up.
Let's go.

All right,
this is our last stop

on our Famous
NYC Crimes Tour, folks.

Now stay together.
Come on.

Honestly, the Central Park
Jogger Picnic was in poor taste.

Yet somehow still better than
the Subway Vigilante Train Ride.

(laughs)
I'm sorry, guys.

I thought the Famous Crimes Tour
would be kooky fun.

Ah, there's
still hope, E.T.

Do you have to
call her that?
Yeah.

I like it.
We have a lot in common.

(chuckles)
Mm-hmm.

(both trill)
HENRY: All right,

this is Pupetta's,
434 Mulberry Street.

Scene of a notorious mob murder

and the setting for
Francis Martino's crime classic

City on a Knife Edge.

I've seen it about 50 times.
I own the Criterion DVD.

Oh, I've never seen it.
Yeah, me either.

You're kidding.
Mm-mm.

Okay, we have to
watch immediately.

Mulberry Street. This whole
place feels like a movie.

Do you remember
where you were in 1998?

(gasps) Um,
you were two years old

and very stubborn
with your potty training.

Mom, I will leave
this restaurant.

HENRY:
Bill Clinton was impeached over

the whole Monica brouhaha

and Britney had just busted out

with "Hit Me Baby
One More Time."

Here in New York,

the city was on a knife edge.

War was simmering
between

the Del Ponte
and Nova crime families

for control
of the rackets.

And when
Del Ponte family soldier

Goldie Moresco threw a drink
in Eddie Nova's face

at the Iron Horse bar,
it threatened to boil over.

Picture it:
July 1, 1998,

Goldie was finishing his night
right over there,

on edge.

He had a glass
of Nero d'Avola and a plate

of spaghetti
puttanesca.

Oh, we're eating
Goldie Moresco's last meal.

Cool.
Are those anchovies?

Do you know how much sodium
is in...?
Shh.

Now, Eddie Nova
crept into the restaurant

on cat's paws

and got the jump on Goldie.

Eddie grabbed a corkscrew
off the bar

as Goldie swallowed
what would be

his last bite.
Hey, Goldie.

Remember me?

You bastard.

HENRY:
Then Eddie plunged it
into Goldie's chest.

This was personal.

To finish him off,
Eddie picked up

Goldie's gun and shot him twice

in his signature style--
boom, boom--

double tap to the chest.

Then Eddie was gone

as suddenly as he arrived.

What Eddie didn't realize

was that Gene Genetti,
a young waiter,

was watching in the dark
of the hallway,

and he had seen the whole thing.

Three days later,

the Del Pontes
took their revenge

and shot Eddie down
in his own driveway.

So began
the bloodiest summer

in Mafia history.

A war that basically wiped out

both the Del Ponte
and the Nova families

and signaled the end of an era
in New York.

If you look closely,

you can still see
where the blood seeped

into the floor.

Um...

I just have a few questions,
if that's okay?

That's why I wear this button.
ELSBETH: Oh.

Right. If Goldie was so on edge,

how did he let Eddie
get the jump on him?

His seat faced the door.

Maybe Goldie
was drunk.

Hmm.

And why would the killer use
a corkscrew from the bar

if he was coming
to carry out a hit?

And wouldn't a gangster
like Eddie Nova have his own gun

for the coup de grâce?
Why use Goldie's?

Maybe to hide
his identity?

Yeah, but then why use his
signature M.O.-- boom, boom--

double tap to the chest?

Wouldn't that give him away?

I don't know.
Doesn't this murder

feel kind of impulsive
to you?

Uh, messy, not planned?

Or maybe Eddie just
wasn't that bright.

If you liked the tour,
and even if you didn't,

please throw me

five stars on Yelp

and Tripadvisor.

Hey, who's that?

HENRY:
Oh, that's the real
Gene Genetti,

the young waiter, posing
next to the actor playing him.

Pretty uncanny, right?

That's Gene Genetti?

Uh, excuse me.

Yeah?
Mom, what are you doing?

Um, I'll meet you guys outside.
You're the young waiter?

Yeah.
The-the lone witness?

Yeah.
Amazing.

Uh, can I ask you
a few questions?

The story
isn't adding up,

and I just, I get
a little obsessive.

Lady, who are you?
Another movie producer?

Podcaster?
Journalist?

Please, we've had enough
of that, okay?

Oh, no, no, no. Um, my name
is Elsbeth Tascioni.

I do work with
the police, sort of.

Don't want to hide that.

Pupetta.
PUPETTA: What?

I told you not
to bring him here.

Oh, you told me?

Since when do you
tell me things?

Well, we definitely
haven't agreed.
You know what?

Let me take care
of the business,

you make the pasta.

I thought the tour
was over.

This isn't about
the tour, okay?

Go haunt the house.

Go take your shoes
for a walk.

You.

Here is the information
that you requested, Miss.

Yes, we do cater.

Um... Yes,
that-that's good to know.

About the...
catering.

TEDDY: Is that an address?
ROY: And a time.

He wants to meet up
with you later.

I think he wants to tell me
something about the murder.

Well, what, you can't just
go meet up with him

on some dark side street.
What if you get whacked?

Oh, come on. Aren't you,
like, a little curious?
Nope.

I want to go home
and watch something stupid

where nobody dies.

I'm sorry, but have you
met your mother?

There's no way
that she doesn't go.

(sighs) Well, I can't
let her go alone.

(chuckles)
Thank you.

So you're both coming with?
(squeals)

This is kind of fun now, right?

We're on a caper.

I think it should
be right here.

TEDDY:
Looks like there's been
some kind of accident.

(siren whooping)

Kaya. Kaya!

Sorry. Excuse me.

KAYA:
Yep, still on patrol.

Maybe they'll try
a few more gems

like Detective Rivers
before I get my shot.

You've jumped through
all the hoops.

It's got to be soon, right?

Hey. What are you all
doing here?

Oh.

Long story.

I was supposed to meet
someone here.

Wait, that's him.
Gene Genetti.

See? That could've been
you, too, Mom.
(gasps)

What happened?
(scoffs)

Seems a car swerved
right into him, then sped off.

Hit-and-run.

You were gonna meet
Gene Genetti? Why?

To talk about the Goldie Moresco
murder from 1998.

Do you know
that case?

Know it?

It was my first big
investigation as a detective,

and Gene was
my only witness.

I wonder what he wanted
to tell you.

Maybe someone
didn't want us to find out.

Oh, God. Pupetta.

(gasps)
(crowd clamoring)

How much can that
poor woman take?

She was only 19 when
her whole family was wiped out.

She went to 14 funerals
in three months,

and at her wedding...

...she walked down the aisle
alone in a black dress.

She had it worse
than Rose Kennedy.

Francis Martino
could've called his movie

Fourteen Funerals and a Wedding.

(laughs)

Sorry. It was just right there.

PUPETTA:
Are you telling me
that my husband is dead?

(crying):
How can that be?

A-Actually,
it looks like he survived.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God. Someone said
something in the crowd,

so I... (sighs)

Where is he?
I need to be with him.

I'll take you,
Ms. Del Ponte.

Detective Fleming.

I remember you.

Oh, okay.
Oh, honey.

It's Pupetta.

It's your boops.

Can you hear me?

She got here really fast
from the restaurant,

which is, like,
ten blocks away.
Hmm.

And do you think
she always carries a Bible?

PUPETTA:
Oh, heavenly father...

KAYA:
Maybe, after
all those funerals.

She was also
the only person

who saw me talking to Gene
at the restaurant,

and they had
a little spat.

Huh. Do you think
that matters?

* *

Officer Blanke has gotten
her necessary credits

plus excellent
references

from the detectives
she's worked with.

How's she doing on the
Ashton Hayes plea deal?

She's preparing reports
on all his accounting files,

and the D.A.'s
been impressed.

Oh, that's good to hear.
I'm proud of her.

Is there any reason
Officer Blanke

shouldn't receive
her gold shield?

None that I can think of.

Then I suggest we start looking
for another uniformed officer

to watch Ms. Tascioni.

You know, while Ms. Tascioni
is watching the police.

We know she goes
rogue sometimes.

Well... that's gonna be
a hard position to fill.

There are some new recruits
coming in from the academy.

I'll pull some files.

(knock on door)
Thank you, Lieutenant Connor.

Where are we
on the hit-and-run?

Traffic cam shows
someone deliberately tried

to run Gene Genetti down.

Presumably before
he could speak to me

about Goldie Moresco's
murder.

That Francis Martino movie
is three and a half hours long.

You're saying that he actually
left something out?

My entire role
on the case, for one.

Oh, that must've been
really disappointing.

I'm over it.
WAGNER: I meant

something that someone
killed to cover up?

We might've had the wrong
suspect in '98. How about that?

You don't think
it was Eddie Nova?

All we had was
Gene Genetti's testimony

and an approximation
of Eddie's M.O.--

two shots to the chest.

It could've been a frame-up,

but the department
was happy

to chalk the whole mess up
to street justice.

Less work for them.

Any evidence that led away
from Eddie Nova was dismissed.

You have
an alternate theory?

There were rumors Goldie
was an informant

who used to meet the feds
in a motel off the BQE.

That it was actually
the Del Ponte family

that whacked him out.
Inside job.

Hmm, and did you ever
check up on it?
No.

And when I tried to push it,

I became a pariah
in the precinct.

Case kind of knocked
the wind out of my sails,

changed my whole career.

I've been waiting for a break
like this for 26 years.

Ooh, I love
a white whale.

WAGNER: Just a reminder,
we're investigating

a hit-and-run
that happened yesterday,

not the Moresco murder
from 1998.

The two crimes
may not even be connected.

Start by looking
for the car

and finding out what
Gene Genetti's life is like now.

You know, police work
no one will make a movie about.

ALL:
Yes, Captain.

Although you do see
that kind of stuff on a TV show.

Go.

(door closes)
Oh. Oh, God.

No, no, no, no, no. Is Gene...?

Still not dead, Mrs. Del Ponte.
Oh. Thank God.

Uh, he's in surgery.
We're, uh, waiting on word.

Oh, okay. Well, I was just
closing up the restaurant early

so I can get to the hospital
to visit him.

We're here because, uh,
looks like someone deliberately

tried to run your husband down.

No chance.

He didn't have any issues

with anybody or...?

Gene Genetti
is the best man I know.

Not an enemy in the world.
Makes no sense.

I was actually here yesterday

for the, um, Famous Crimes Tour.

Yeah, I saw you.
And it seemed like

you and your husband
had a little fight.

So what? We fight all the time.
Haven't you ever been married?

Oh, don't remind me.

Um, but I think this fight

seemed like it was
about your, um...

friend?
My...

Oh! (laughs)

You thought that was my lover?
No, that's our son

Gene Jr.

What?
Yeah.

There is no way
you have a son that age.

Wow, you look incredible.

Yeah. Thank you.

Well, I had him
when I was 19, so...

But, yes, Gene and I fight
about Junior all the time.

It doesn't mean I want
to run him over with a car.

Mm. So what do you fight about?
(phone buzzing)

Well, I would like Junior
to work right here

next to me at Pupetta's.

Oh. And where
does Gene want him?

Anywhere else.

Well, what would he do here?

(gasps) Is he a chef?
No.

He just graduated from Wharton.
Business school.

Oh. That's impressive.
Yeah.

Gene's out of surgery and alert.
He can talk to us now.

(P.A. chimes)

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

I'm looking
for Gene Genetti.

Oh, uh,
he's in here.

ELSBETH:
Junior is a head taller
than both of his parents.

FLEMING:
It happens sometimes.

My Uncle Gary
was actually six-eight.

No other Fleming
broke five-ten.

What is she
whispering?

We really should
get in there.

FLEMING:
Maybe you should go alone.

You're the one
Gene asked to speak to.

(Gene Jr.
speaking indistinctly)

Hi. Uh, could I have a minute
with Gene Sr.?

Of course, of course. Okay, you
talk to the nice policewoman.

We got to find out
who tried to hurt you.

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

(sighs)
How are you feeling?

(scoffs) Lucky.

I bet.

So...

What did you
want to tell me?

Huh?

You wanted to talk to me
after the tour.

Tell me something about
Goldie Moresco's murder?

Did I?

You know, it's so funny, I...

I can't remember anything
from that entire day.

You wrote down an address
and a time on a take-out menu.

That doesn't
ring a bell?

No. No. I've-I've been drawing a
total blank since the accident.

Uh...
I'm so sorry.

The injury's to your shoulder,
not your head.

(whispers):
Would it help if your wife
waited downstairs?

(chuckles)

Why-why would that matter?

ELSBETH:
I think Pupetta
might've threatened Gene,

told him not to talk.

Well, it's against Mafia rules
to speak to the police. Omertà.

And Pupetta is still
a Del Ponte. What's up?

We were able
to track the car

to a body shop downtown
and found the driver.

I just spoke to him,
and he actually confessed.

Said he was on
a three-day drunk,

lost control
of the vehicle.

Feels lucky
the victim didn't die.

Looks open and shut.

Well, you get
a gold star, Kaya.

Well, still not
a gold shield.

But his record's
mostly clean.

Just a few bar fights
when he was a kid.

Hold on a second.

The Iron Horse bar.

That rings a hell of a bell.

I took my old files
and case board

out of storage this morning.

Wow.

I know. I went a little
down the rabbit hole.

And got stuck.

I knew it.

Our driver out there
was arrested

at the Iron Horse
the night Goldie Moresco

threw that drink
in Eddie Nova's face.

This guy was affiliated
with the Del Pontes.

So you're suggesting they used
this driver to run Gene down

and then made him take the rap
when he failed?

There's a tradition
of low-level soldiers

taking the fall
for upper-level capos.

But I thought
the Del Ponte crime family

was wiped out
in 1998.

FLEMING:
Maybe that's what
they want us to think.

Hey, what are those scratches

on Goldie Moresco's
face?

Did he fight with someone
the day he was murdered?

That was one
of my main questions.

Eddie Nova kept his nails short,
manicured. It wasn't him.

Also, Goldie had a deeper
scratch on his chest,

like someone tried
to dig in

while they were
being pushed away.

Any idea who?

(sighs)
They called him "Goldie"

because of his blond curls
and porn star mustache.

Could've been
a lot of different women.

So... your theory

is that Goldie Moresco
was murdered in 1998

before he could reveal
too much to the FBI

in those secret motel meetings,

and now someone tried
to run Gene Genetti down

before he could talk to me,

and maybe the same person
gave both those orders?

But to cover up what?
It's 26 years later.

Who's left in the family
to even care?

Pupetta. What could her motive
possibly be?

Don't know, but she seems to be
the only Del Ponte still around,

and she seems to be everywhere.

You recognize him?

No. But why should it matter?

He was driving drunk,
lost control of the car.

That's what he's claiming, yes.

Claiming?

Why would anyone plead guilty

to a DUI they didn't commit?

We think he might be acting
on someone else's behalf.

Someone who wanted to stop Gene
from talking to me

that day.

Didn't you just see Gene
in the hospital?

Nobody stopped him
from talking to you then.

Unfortunately, he seems
to have lost his memory

from a shoulder injury.

But I think he might have
felt threatened

by... someone.

Or maybe he just
doesn't like you.

Uh...

This matter's closed, right?
I can go?

Of course.
Okay.

All right.
Thank you for your time.

Oh! Are those French tips?

(scoffs) Why, yes, they are.

So elegant.

Especially compared to mine.

Ooh.
(laughs) Yeah. Um...

Did you ever, um...
wear yours long?

Yeah, back when
everyone did. Why?

Oh, no reason.

It's just, uh, Goldie Moresco

had these fresh scratches
on his face...
(sighs, laughs)

...the day
that he was murdered.

We were just wondering
who he might've fought with.

Goldie Moresco? Really?

That's what we're
talking about now?

I have no clue.

Goldie was like an uncle to me.

I wasn't at the restaurant
that day.

Any other ancient history
I can clear up while I'm here?

Jimmy Hoffa maybe?

(chuckles) Okay.
Um, how about the rumor that

Goldie was an FBI informant
and that's what got him killed?

Does that ring a bell?

Goldie was a loyal soldier

who lost his life
defending my family.

How dare you
disrespect him like that?

Clearly, you know nothing
of loyalty or honor

or sacrifice.

Too bad.

I thought a Tascioni
would know better.

Guess not all Italians
think alike.

The real ones do.

We're just asking
a few questions, ma'am.

Let's calm down.

Eddie Nova killed Goldie,

and that case
was buried 26 years ago

with both of their bodies.

Why are you digging up
old wounds, huh?

(door opens)

All right.

So, if you want to talk
about this any further,

you can do it
through my lawyer.

This is harassment.

I thought Tascioni
was your ex-husband's name.

It is. I just got carried away.
Mm.

I'm actually
Gudmundsdottir by birth.

It's Icelandic.

We were gonna
hyphenate,

but it wouldn't fit
on a business card.
Hmm.

Not sure we want
to make her angry.

ROY:
Francis Martino told the story

from Pupetta Del Ponte's
point of view,

a Mafia princess
who lost her innocence

while her whole family
was wiped out in a mob war.

(gasps) This is where Pupetta's
father and brothers get ambushed

at the tux fitting
for her wedding.

The performances
are incredible.

Is that Adrian Zmed?

(gunfire and screaming over TV)
(gasps) Oh, my God.

Is it totally necessary for us
to see their heads explode?

ROY:
Shh, shh, shh. Pupetta's
about to discover the bodies.

So good.

Wait, wait. Pause it.

Those nails.

Do we know if Pupetta actually
wore her nails long that summer,

or was that just for the film?

ROY:
I saw a "making of" featurette.

Pupetta means
"little doll,"

and a local salon
had created a custom

rhinestone "little doll" icon
to decorate her nails,

inspired by the necklace
her father had given her.

Martino is a stickler
for period details. Why?

Is this a new hobby,
Ms. Tascioni?

Retrying and reopening
old cases?

I just want
to get things right.

Isn't that
what we all want?

Okay, okay,
I'll bite.

What's this
new information

on the Moresco murder?
The elevator pitch.

Okay, uh, we think
it was Pupetta Del Ponte

who found out that Goldie
was informing on her family

in that motel room.

She got angry,
and it led to his death.

Do you have any proof?

FLEMING:
There were scratches
on Goldie's face

from the day he was murdered

that were never tested for DNA.

And Pupetta definitely
had the nails for it.

They didn't do an autopsy?

FLEMING:
The M.E. was overwhelmed.

Barely even processed
the crime scene.

We'd practically
be starting from scratch.

Captain, look,

Goldie's murder kicked off a war

that cost a lot of people
their lives.

We should find out
who actually did it and why.

I think I could get a judge
to sign off on some tests,

but new testimony

from our
lone eyewitness

would be much more compelling
than a theory

if we actually want
to exhume a body.

Hi. Excuse me.
What are you doing out here?

Oh, hi. Hello. Um...

I heard your dad
was out of the hospital.

Was hoping I could talk to him.

Yeah, no, it's not a good time.

He's resting,
and my mom's pretty upset.

Oh, I can only imagine.
She's suffered so much loss.

This accident must've
been really scary.

(sighs) She wants to keep all
her people close for a while.

Does that mean you're working
in the restaurant?

She told you about that?

(scoffs)

I heard from a headhunter
on Wall Street,

but my mother's a...
hard woman to refuse.

Wall Street
will always be there.

Maybe.

With family business,

once you're in,
it's hard to get out.

Especially if it's my family.

Ah.

Hmm?
Uh, will you tell your dad

I was asking
for him?

Yeah, okay.

Thanks.
Yeah.

Mmm, something smells good.

It's a vegan puttanesca recipe
that I found on HappyCow.

Hi, sweet girl. Hello.

TEDDY:
You replace the
anchovies with miso.

It's supposed to be,
uh, an umami bomb.

ELSBETH: Yum.
Can you ask her?

Ask me what?

Roy has a pitch
for a new podcast.

Oh.

Look, I'm just an engineer
at my company now,

but I really want
to produce.

So, when I heard your stories
about Buzz and the Moresco case,

I got this idea,

a podcast about various
detectives' "white whales."

You know, like, cases that they
never solved but can't give up.

Oh, I love it.

Roy wants you to introduce him
to Buzz for the first interview.

Oh, of course. Although the
podcast would be a lot better

if we actually solve the case.

For sure.

Do lawyers have
white whales?

Maybe I can get you
on the podcast, too, E.T.

Stop it.

I'd be honored.

Can I taste
the sauce?

Mm-hmm.

Mmm. Oh, that's so good.
Mm-hmm.

You don't
seem happy.

Hmm. My boyfriend and my
mother are best friends.

How can I
not be thrilled?

(phone buzzing)

Everything okay, Captain?

We're striking out with all
the judges on our circuit.

Not one will sign off on

not even the most basic tests,

let alone the exhumation
of Goldie's body.

Oh, no. Does it feel like
they're in on it together?

I fear Judge Crawford

might be using his influence
to block it.

I hate when men like him
put their finger on the scale.

Well, we can't just let him win.

You've made a very powerful
enemy, Elsbeth.

I'm not sure what
we can do. I'm sorry.

Okay.

(sighs)

Everything all right, Mom?

Yeah.

I think I know
who my white whale is.

Judge.

Judge Crawford.

Ms. Tascioni. To what
do I owe this pleasure?

Oh, I think
you know.

It's about the Goldie Moresco
investigation.

The what? I would have thought
that you were too busy

with the Mertens retrial
to take on anything else.

Interfering
in this investigation

is an unethical use
of your power.

It was a distasteful case
25 years ago,

and your so-called
investigation, pointless.

(sighs)
Excuse me.

I have somewhere
to be.

This kind of gamesmanship
should be beneath you.

Oh, my, you are cavalier about
wasting the People's money.

Come on, what's it gonna take
to call off your cronies

and reopen our investigation?

Well, let me think.

Legally, a new confession

would compel any judge
to reopen a case.

A new confession? (stammers)

That's...
Impossible? Probably.

But good luck.

(Pupetta smooching)
(Gonzo barking)

(baby talk):
Oh, yes, this is
a very good dog.

Real good girl.
(laughs)

Oh, Mom, look
who I ran into.

It's, uh, it's the real Pupetta
from the restaurant.

Hey, paisana.
Hello there.

You know, you really
have to stop spreading

my business around.

(laughs)
Me? What did I say?

Oh, you know, just about
his big job in D.C.

and the
hipster boyfriend

with the apartment in Bushwick
making podcasts.

All the
greatest hits.

Yeah, well, with a son
like Teddy Tascioni,

I mean, I would brag,
too, right?

Teddy, why don't you
let us talk?

I'll meet you and Gonzo
upstairs, okay?

You sure?
Mm-hmm. Yeah, it's okay.

Bye, Gonzo. Bye, Teddy.

You've been following my son?

No, no, just surfing on the Web.

You know, following would be
different. You'd feel that.

Why are you
making this personal?

You came to Little Italy.
You started it.

Gene Jr. came out to talk to me.

I was just...
All right, you know what?

I don't want you
anywhere near him again.

Or my husband or me.

Do you understand?
That's not just up to me.

Okay, well, I'm talking to you.

Okay, you mess with my family,
I'll mess with yours.

You leave
my son alone.

That's just up to you now,
isn't it?

Know when to stop, Elsbeth.

So that's it?

The original investigation
was shut down

before it began, and now
we're gonna let it happen again?

I'm not sure we have a choice.

If the courts are against us
and Gene Genetti won't talk,

what new information do we have?
It might be checkmate.

I agree.

You do?

If this was
a Francis Martino movie,

I would have to say that

someone has gotten to you.

Well, this isn't a movie.

I might have something.

I was preparing materials
for Ashton Hayes's plea deal.

An LLC called
Bambina Incorporated

with the same address
as Pupetta's Restaurant,

434 Mulberry Street.

Turns out, Ashton Hayes
was their accountant.

Looks like he was
laundering mob money

through that business
for years.

So, the Del Pontes
are still active.

That's good work, Kaya.

But how does it
fit with the case?

Wharton business school.

Explain.

Pupetta wanted Gene Jr. to work
with her in the restaurant,

maybe to replace
Ashton Hayes.

Wharton's a business
school, right?

What was his major?

LinkedIn says it was
forensic accounting.

WAGNER:
That fits.

No wonder Gene Sr. wanted
something else for his son.

Junior would've been
right in the middle

of a criminal enterprise.

I'm on his Instagram.
What is No Shave November?

Oh, I know.
It's when college students

let their hair grow
for cancer awareness,

but it's really just an excuse
for the stupid boys

to grow the silly mustaches.

Why?
Look at this picture of Gene Jr.

from his senior year at Wharton.

Shaggy, no glasses.

Um...

Look familiar?

That's uncanny.

Goldie and Junior
could be twins.

Or...
some other relation.

Wasn't the FBI Goldie
was meeting in that motel

by the highway,
and it wasn't just to talk.

(P.A. chimes)

(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

Alone at last.

Look, I'm getting
my stitches out, okay?

Please, I can't talk to you.

This whole thing
was just a big mistake.

No, it wasn't.
You did it for your son.

What do you know about it?

When your accountant
Ashton Hayes was arrested--

which I had something
to do with, small world--

Pupetta wanted Gene Jr. to take
his place cooking the books.

And you, naturally, wanted to
protect your son from that life.

I admire how much you love
and care for Gene Jr.,

especially since...

...he's not your own.

And not many men
could've done that.

(sighs)

So you know?

The question is,
does Junior?

Nah.

No, we kept it
from him.

Part of the deal.

And he never suspected?

He was tall, but, you know,
Pupetta kept his hair short.

We never touched it.

What was the deal?

I agreed to marry Pupetta
and raise the baby

if she promised
to give up the old business.

Which is what I thought
we were doing all these years.

Just running a restaurant.

But the truth came out
when Ashton Hayes was arrested?

I started asking questions,

and soon I found out
I'd been a stooge all along,

and my son
was gonna get in deep,

so I had to stop it.

But Pupetta wins. Always.

There was this case

I studied
in law school

where a sister falsely confessed
to the murder of her brother

in order to get
the body exhumed

and the case
reopened.

And DNA then revealed
the real killer

and cleared the sister.

They got justice.

But what are you saying?

You want me to confess
to Goldie's murder?

That's the plan?

It's the only way
to legally compel a judge

to reopen
Goldie's case.

Okay, you're right,
you're right. (laughs)

That's crazy.

Now, look.

I'd confess
for Gene Jr. if...

...I knew that the evidence
would lead to the real killer.

Is was Pupetta,
wasn't it?

(door opens)

Ah. There's my son.
Come on, get out of here.

Um, you might want
to talk to him soon

before the truth comes out.

Now.
Right.

We ready?

Yeah, let's go.

ROY:
Just to warn you,
the director's cut

is five hours
and 49 minutes.

Oh, my God.
Even for a diehard like me,

not all of it
feels essential.

What exactly are
you looking for?

Oh, I'm not sure.

I never know what detail
is gonna be important.

Well, I hope you find
something.

That Pupetta woman
is terrifying.

The commentary track
has a lot of nuggets.

Let's start there.
Okay.

FRANCIS (over speakers):
This is Francis Martino,

and welcome
to this special version

of my picture
City on a Knife Edge.

FRANCIS:
This next scene is the one
the Del Ponte family

asked me to cut.

It's a simple interrogation
of Pupetta

on the morning after the murder.

At first, I refused.

But then I found a dead rat
on my doorstep.

I never understood
what their issue was.

Everything was accurate,

from the actual
interview transcripts,

all the way down
to Pupetta complaining

about her broken nail.

Pupetta's broken nail?

(gasps)

* *

She's wearing a Band-Aid.

(gasps)
Oh, my God.

Mom, wh--
it's 1:40 in the morning.

What are you doing?
I have to call Kaya and Buzz.

You found something?
Ah...

Francis Martino
might not have won an Oscar,

but he may have just
solved this case.

There's been a break
in the decades-old

Goldie Moresco murder case,
but authorities aren't making

the details public yet.

I can't believe
they're exhuming Goldie's body.

You actually called
Judge Crawford's bluff.

I hope you have the cards.

I have a reasonable
assumption.

Gene Genetti made
a false confession.

If your hunch is wrong,
and the evidence

doesn't point to someone else,
he's going to jail.

I made all that
clear to Gene.

He was willing to take
the risk for his son.

Well, the lab
is rushing the results.

I hope you're right.

REPORTER:
...was thought to be
the victim of...

Do you remember
where you were in 1998?

The FDA had just
approved Viagra,

and here in New York, the
city was on a knife edge.

July 1, 1998, 11:00 p.m.,

Goldie Moresco

was finishing his night
right over there, on edge.

He had a glass of Nero d'Avola

and a plate of
spaghetti puttanesca.

The door opened,

but instead of Eddie Nova
coming to kill Goldie,

it was Pupetta Del Ponte
informing him

she was pregnant with his child.

PUPETTA:
What's going on in here?

What's going on here?

Get the hell out
of my restaurant.

GENE JR.:
No.

Let her talk, Mom.

I have a feeling
I know the rest.

Goldie denied the baby was his.

You got mad.

What am I gonna tell me dad?
It's not my problem!

He's gonna kill you, too.
ELSBETH:
You told him...

(imitates Pupetta): "If you
don't do the right thing,

my father's gonna kill us both,"
but Goldie,

ah, he didn't care.

You catted around
with half the guys

in this neighborhood, huh?

Kid could be anybody's.

Get lost.
ELSBETH (regular voice):
You got even madder,

you scratched him on the face.
(shouts)

ELSBETH:
Goldie tried to push you off.

You picked up the corkscrew
from the bar

and stabbed it into his heart.

PUPETTA:
You bastard!

(panting)
ELSBETH:
Gene,

you saw the whole thing
from the hallway.

You knew that
she'd killed a made man.

This was a big problem.
Hey, no! No, no, no, no.

Please, Pupetta.
Please don't shoot.

No, lis-- l-let me help you.

ELSBETH:
But, Pupetta, you thought fast.

You swung the gun to Goldie

and finished him off--
boom, boom--

in Eddie Nova's signature style.

Listen.

It's okay. It's okay.

(crying)
It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

ELSBETH:
And then you made your deal.

Gene would report he was
the only one in the restaurant

and that Eddie Nova
was the killer.

And in exchange
you'd marry Gene,

who you knew
was in love with you,

and he would claim
the baby as his own.

Oh.
(laughs)

That's the story
that Gene told you?

(laughs)

It's BS. He's snowing you.

Yes, it's true that Gene was
obsessed with me that summer,

but when he saw me
and Goldie fighting,

he grabbed the corkscrew

and stabbed him.

And it was his idea
to shoot him,

like he was some kind of hero
or something.

(Pupetta crying)

And it was his plan to pin
the murder on Eddie Nova,

marry me, and then claim
that the baby was his.

That's a lie.

I was a 19-year-old kid,

he was a grown man
who took advantage of me

when I was in trouble.

Okay? He started the war

that took my entire family down.

We both know that isn't true.

Oh, yeah? Prove it.

When you scratched Goldie
and he pushed you away,

you dug your nails
into his chest

and tried to hang on.

Turns out, one of them
broke off under his skin.

And we found this
in Eddie's remains,

with the rhinestone
"little doll" design.

Custom-made,
only for you.

KAYA:
And trace elements
of your DNA

were found on the corkscrew,
mixed in with Goldie's blood.

My DNA is not on file.
How is that even possible?

They can trace an unknown sample
to the closest familial match.

The same name came up
for both your blood

and Goldie Moresco's--
Gene Genetti Jr.,

your biological son.

You're the killer,
Pupetta.

A Del Ponte to the core.

Lisette "Pupetta" Del Ponte,
you are under arrest

for the murder
of Goldie Moresco

and for conspiring in
the attempted murder

of Gene Genetti Sr.

KAYA:
Hands behind your back.

(handcuffs clicking)

You're gonna miss
thinking about me.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford one,

one will be
appointed by...

You understand why we had to
keep this a secret for so long?

I saw his picture,
I always... kind of knew.

But you're still my dad.

Come here.

*

FLEMING:
Which white whale
should we start with?

The Moresco case or my wife?

Your wife?
I actually arrested her

and wooed her
throughout her sentence.

It's a great story.

And just so you know,

it is lawful to marry
someone you arrested.

Let's start with
the Moresco case.

You're the boss.

He's so cute and industrious.

Mm, yeah, I know.

I'm thinking about
breaking up with him.

What?

Why?
Well,

he doesn't like D.C.,
and I don't think

I want to move here,
so what's the point?

I mean, neither one of us
wants long-distance.

Sweetie, I know this was
an intense week, but...

I don't know,
maybe it was clarifying.

Is this because I approve?

No.

I don't know. It just...

it feels like too much.

But you seem
so good together.

Do you have to make
this decision right now?

ROY:
Teddy,

I need you to do sound.

(whispers):
Thanks.

Thank you for the help, E.T.

This is gonna be big.

Mm, mm, mm.

I like Roy, too.

They'll work it out.

Kids always blame their parents
when they're confused.

Or frustrated
or hungry or sad or...

One-stop shop, it's
always your fault.

Exactly. At least
we agree on something.

Give yourself a break.

Can I hug you really fast?

Aw, Elsbeth.

(laughs)

It's gonna be okay.

It might take some
trial and error,

but we'll find a good
match for Ms. Tascioni.

(sighs)
Gosh...

(speaking indistinctly)

But it won't be the same.

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