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[dramatic music]

- Many of the women were tortured or sexually abused.

- Jet, Reyes, what's your location?

- I lost eyes on Jet.

- [gasps]

- Are you okay?

- She needs some time.

Just hope she's able to make her way back to us.

- First time meeting my FTO.

- He's going to love you.

- You should be proud of him. - I am proud of him.

I don't want to see him get himself killed.

- If you want me to build a case

against the entire Los Santos operation,

I need a witness.

- Bryanna Pescador has been

around the Los Santos family business

since she was 17.

- Have you been loyal?

- I'll testify for you,

but you have to promise to keep us safe.

- The long-awaited Los Santos trial begins this morning.

Earlier, I spoke with ADA Carisi.

The assistant district attorney did warn

that this might be a long and arduous trial,

but that he is hopeful for a positive outcome,

one that will keep...

- You look sharp. - Thanks.

First day of the Los Santos trial.

- The mobile fentanyl lab bust?

Wasn't that, like, six months ago?

- Nine.

- Okay, well, uh, good luck in court.

- Thank you.

- Oh, uh, don't forget--

you have a follow-up MRI this afternoon.

- Oh, my God.

- Uncle Randall said to remind you.

- Of course he did.

How's patrol going?

- I'm on gang injunctions today.

- Really? Already?

All right, just make sure to ask them

if they've got anything sharp in their pockets

before you frisk, all right? - Okay. Yeah.

- Okay. - Hon, don't forget the Pepcid.

- I won't.

- Mm. What's that?

- Dad...

I don't need relationship advice too.

- Okay, okay, just do yourself a favor

and give her a proper goodbye.

Goodbye. - [sighs]

Bye.

- Uh, after our Organized Crime Control Bureau

led a raid on their mobile lab,

we discovered that Mr. Pescador was distributing

fentanyl-laced cocaine... [cell phone ringing]

which led to the deaths of countless people.

- Mm.

Hey, I'm watching you on TV right now.

- Get down here.

Bryanna Pescador just recanted her statement.

- What the hell happened? - No idea.

Bryanna and her daughter, they're in the safe house.

She's prepped for trial.

And then this morning, she refuses to come to court.

Says she fabricated her whole statement.

- Ah, that's bullshit.

- Regardless, the DA is pulling her out of wit-pro as we speak.

- What does that do to our case?

- Well, Bryanna is our main witness,

so without her, we might not have one.

- All right, well, someone got to her.

Someone scared her, and that someone,

I'm telling you, is Carlo.

- Well, if you have evidence of this witness tampering,

I'm all ears.

Look, I'll ask the judge for a continuance.

I'll get down on bended knee if I have to.

- Excuse me. ADA Carisi?

- Carlo wants to talk to you.

I'd be interested in knowing what he has to say.

[indistinct chatter]

- Never called a cop before. [buzzer blares]

You were pretty quick.

- I've never been summoned by a crook, so...

I know you think you won this round,

but I got news for you.

We're not gonna stop coming after you.

- [scoffs] Shit.

You think I'm scared of you people?

- So what'd you say to Bryanna?

Why'd she recant? - Hell if I know.

That bitch was crazy before she turned into a rat.

- Well, somebody got to her.

- Yo, if I wanted to get her,

I would have got to her for real.

I would have whacked her... [snaps fingers]

Like that.

I didn't want to orphan my brother's kids.

I have respect for family.

- So what are we gonna talk about?

Why am I here?

- My people are dying out there.

- Your people are dying out there all the time.

It kind of comes with the territory, doesn't it?

- You know what I do for a living.

In the course of doing business, bad things happen.

But order--

I keep the order, whether I'm in here...

- "Doing business." - Mm-hmm.

Or out there.

Order is good for business.

But there's a new player in town,

and they don't play by no rules.

- So, what, you want protection?

- I'm being a good citizen.

I don't need you.

But I got three wives, a dozen kids out there,

and this new player, they don't respect anything--

no family, nothing, like wild animals out in the woods.

- Well, who are they? Where are they from?

- I don't know.

But you better fix it,

'cause these bitches keep coming at me and mine,

I will fix it,

and you will have a full-blown war on your hands.

[suspenseful music]

- Bryanna Pescador's statement was the crux of our case.

She's an eyewitness to the inner workings

of Los Santos' drug operations.

- Since I never had the chance

to cross-examine their witness--

- Her testimony can't come in.

Do you have any more witnesses?

- Bryanna was the only one willing to appear

before the grand jury.

- As I see it, Your Honor,

Mr. Carisi just admitted he's got no case.

- Well, as I see it, your client just added

witness tampering to his rap sheet.

Your Honor, the prosecution asks for a continuance,

if only to find out why our witness recanted.

- I need more than that, Mr. Carisi.

- I have Bryanna Pescador's grand-jury testimony.

People v. Hellenbrand--

the witness's statement can be read into evidence

if they're no longer available.

- Only if it's clear the defendant

is behind the witness' absence. - How much clearer could it be?

What do you want, a sign from God?

- Oh, I'd settle for some evidence.

Consider this my motion to dismiss.

- Then I'm gonna have to side with Mr. Castillo.

Case dismissed. [gavel bangs]

♪ ♪

- Guys, I'll-- I'll file an appeal.

[screaming]

- Carlo! [sobbing]

- Drop your gun. Drop your gun!

- No fucking way! - Now, drop it!

- I can't!

♪ ♪

- We need a 10-85 at the courthouse--

officer-involved shooting.

Send a bus forthwith.

- I told him to drop his weapon.

- I know. You had no choice. But you know the drill.

- Yeah.

- What is it?

- Carlo said there was a new player.

I think he might be right.

[person screaming, shouting in Italian]

- [speaking Italian]

- [speaking Italian, crying]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Donna Spezzano...

[speaking Italian]

- Please stop. Your Italian offends me.

Don't worry.

I won't dare ask you to attempt napoletano.

- Thank you.

Your English is very impressive.

- You surprised we're not all native inbreds?

We were taught to always be

the smartest person in the room.

- It's a shame it's wasted.

Your family has quite a history with the Camorra.

Your grandfather and father were both heads of the clan.

Two of your brothers were turf bosses,

your son an enforcer--

all of them killed by rival clans

over control of the drug trade in Naples.

Now we have your other brother...

Rocco...

who's the new clan boss.

I'm sure you're aware he's wanted

for killing two judges and their families,

along with other crimes.

- I murdered my husband. That's all I know.

And I'll tell the same story over and over again

until your people leave me alone.

- Okay.

Is that what your grandchildren want as well?

[pensive music]

- The Camorra are a cancer.

And like a cancer, there's no cure.

Huh?

At least now they have a fighting chance.

[cell phone ringing]

- [groans]

- Mm. Based on the intensity of your brow,

doesn't look like you'll be coming home for dinner.

- Oh, amore, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I-- yeah, I lost track of time.

- [sighs] Guessing the visit didn't go great.

- She's had a tough life.

She insists on making it tougher.

- Oh, poor thing.

Well, she's probably starving.

- You think?

- Never underestimate the power of food,

especially with Italians.

- Hmm. - Okay.

I'll make you a plate for later.

- Grazie mille.

I love you. [smooches]

- [smooches] I love you.

- Ciao.

Eat it if you want. My wife was worried

they weren't feeding you enough in here.

- What, no pizza?

- That was my choice.

But, uh, my wife thought

it might be a little bit too much of a stereotype, so...

- Mmm.

She made this?

- Mm-hmm.

- You have kids? - Mm-hmm. Five.

- It's a tough job. - Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

I'm sorry about your son.

- He became his father.

I did nothing to stop it.

That's why my grandchildren...

became my life--

my reason to live.

- You know, you're much stronger

than you've been made to believe.

Your grandchildren need to know that.

[soft music]

- You know, they come every Sunday.

They help me make my sauce.

[chuckles]

The kitchen is a mess, but they're my favorite helpers.

- Take the deal.

Give us Rocco.

You can have those Sundays again.

- Where are my grandchildren, please?

- Servizi Sociali.

That's where the authorities bring them.

They belong with nonna.

- I want to go back to my cell now.

♪ ♪

[line trills]

- Hey, I know it's late.

Um, any chance you got the address

for the Spezzano grandkids?

[all speaking Italian]

- Ciao ciao.

- They need you.

♪ ♪

- I want a horse farm.

- [laughs]

- What's funny?

- I'm sorry. I've never gotten that request before.

- Oh.

A horse farm or no deal.

- I can't do that.

I'll give you your freedom.

- In America? - Yes.

- Fine.

You get me to America, I'll take care of the rest.

- Deal.

- IAB cleared you.

I'm gonna get into it, but, uh...

When you're ready, so are we.

- Unis found the bailiff in his car--

throat slit, uniform stripped.

- Explains how the shooter got inside the courtroom.

- Yeah. - Great.

Now we need to figure out who wants Carlo Pescador dead.

- Rival gang looking to take advantage

of the Los Santos power vacuum.

- Yeah, Carlo being in prison would make them vulnerable,

but any rival gang could've got to him on the inside.

- What do we got?

- Well, shooter didn't have any ID,

so we're hoping that Warner's report on the body

will give us something.

- Forensics get anything off this prayer card?

- Just the shooter's prints,

which weren't in any of our databases.

- I've seen these before, in Italy.

- Looks like some kind of code. - It is, a very old one.

It's the way the Camorra gets their message out

to their foot soldiers. - Uh, what's the Camorra?

Is that an offshoot of the Mafia?

- No, the Mafia is a Sicilian thing.

The Camorra is much older and run out of Naples.

- Mm-hmm. - So what are we thinking?

An international hit?

- Unless the Camorra's stateside.

I'll reach out to the NSC and Intel,

see if they're on anyone's radar.

- This new player Carlo mentioned

seems to be taking out his people.

- Vargas, see if there's been

any recent Los Santos turf disputes.

- I'll see if I can find a pattern.

- Reyes, you have any connections

on the inside of Los Santos? - I'll reach out.

- All right, I'll talk to Bryanna, see if this new player

has anything to do with her recanting.

- I thought Jet was gonna be back this week.

- She says she needs a few more days.

- Mm. Hey, I've got a CI from back in my Italian days.

I'm gonna see if she can decode this prayer card for us.

- Good. Not right now.

You have an MRI to go to.

- How would you know that? - Randall called me.

He's also outside in the car waiting on you,

so you better get a move on it.

- [clears throat] Look, I don't want you in my work stuff.

I don't want you telling my boss what's going on with me.

- Why?

- There's no why. Just don't do it.

I don't want people knowing about my personal shit.

- But why? - [sighs]

- Look, Ayanna cares about you.

I care about you. - Good. Thank you. Great.

I'm glad. I'm fine. - You're not fine.

You're two weeks into recovering

from a very serious car wreck, okay?

You got TBI, brother,

which means that big, fat meathead of yours

has been traumatized.

- The only thing traumatizing my head is you.

- Yeah, whatever.

- How's Mom doing?

- Oh, jeez, don't even get me started on that.

She keeps thinking that Joey's calling her.

It happened three times this month.

It's like she's in her own fantasyland.

I'm thinking about going through her phone.

- Maybe you should think about minding your own business.

- Who convinced you not to testify, Bryanna?

- Nobody did.

Can't you see what they're doing?

- My uncle got shot.

We're gonna sue the NYPD. We're gonna sue all of you.

- Maybe Kiki should step outside.

- No, Sergeant. No.

- Look, if someone's threatening you,

we can protect you.

- You couldn't even protect Carlo.

How are you gonna protect us?

They're killing everyone and their families.

They just killed my brothers in the Dominican Republic

with a car bomb.

[suspenseful music]

- Are you saying Carlo's death

and your brothers' in the DR are related?

- I don't know. I don't know.

But the only place I feel safe is with my own people.

Dale, Kiki.

- If what Bryanna is saying is true,

this case just got a lot bigger.

[horses neighing]

[car door closes]

- Donna Spezzano.

- Detective Stabler. Benvenuto.

[laughs]

- Impressive. - Yeah.

- You've done very well with the, uh, horse business.

- Horse husbandry. - Ah.

- And it's all legal.

- Okay.

- Would you like to see? - Of course.

- Come, come, come. I show you.

Apollo's stud fee starts at $200,000 per live breeding.

- [whistles] Well, that's a lot of bang for the buck.

- Mm-hmm.

- How are the grandkids?

- Well, no longer kids. - Mm-hmm.

- Roman is doing these things called startups.

He's opening a brewery in Long Island City.

Gia is a champion equestrian,

and Pietro is still obsessed with soccer, of course.

- Of course. - [laughs]

And what about your boy--Eli? - He's a cop.

- Ah, like his papa. - Oh.

- I'm sorry about your wife.

- Thank you. Yeah.

Got your note.

- [inhales deeply] I was surprised to get your call.

- Oh, yeah, well, something's come up.

A young man this morning, uh, shot a cartel leader in court,

and...

we found this prayer card on him.

- [exhales]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Is the Camorra here?

- How would I know?

I left that life six years ago. You helped me to get out.

- Mm-hmm.

Look at me.

Tell me you kept your promise.

- On the heads of my grandchildren.

- Can you translate it?

- This will take several Bibles

to decode even a single message.

[camera shutter clicks]

I'll need time.

- Okay.

- Pietro.

- Ciao, Elliot.

- Hey. How are you?

You look good. - I'm good.

Thank you. - What are you, 16 now?

- Yeah, I'm almost 17. - You got a girlfriend?

- Si, bellissima. - I bet she is.

All right, let's see what you got, come on.

- Pietro, go inside and finish your homework.

- Nonna, come on, I just-- - It's okay.

Hey, great to see you.

Be good to your nonna, all right?

- Okay.

- I'll call you when I have something.

[car door opens, closes, engine turning over]

[sighs]

- See?

That was nice.

And to think we can do that whenever we want now.

- If they came after Uncle Carlo,

I don't see why we wouldn't be next.

- We won't.

- Mama, what did you do?

- What I had to do.

[motorcycle engine revving]

[gunfire]

[people screaming]

- Doesn't make any sense.

She was just in our office a few hours ago.

- Which makes me think this was planned long before that.

Hey, where are we with the daughter?

We should make sure that the unis are watching her.

- She's in surgery. She got shot in the leg.

I told them to call me when she can talk.

- Survivors are saying the same thing.

Two thin men in black helmets

with some kind of automatic weapon.

- Well, all these 9-millimeter casings,

I think we're looking at an Uzi.

- Yeah.

- I'll have Vargas check the security footage

around the restaurant,

see if we can get a make and model for that bike.

- Hey, either nut up or go be a 1PP house mouse

and work a desk. - Okay.

My FTO, Sergeant Hunt.

- Sergeant. - Detective.

Resume your post at the barricade.

- Yes, sir.

- Two weeks out of the academy,

already on gang injunctions, huh?

- I got to get back to it.

- So far, I have found nine hits on Los Santos members

and four car bombings on their family members.

- Gang Task Force assumed it was infighting over turf

and didn't make the connection.

- Yeah, and the Camorra isn't on any NSC domestic watch list.

- I just got off with the Dominican National Police.

The car bombs used to kill Los Santos members

and their families had the same marker

as the bomb used to kill Bryanna's brothers in the DR.

- Hmm. Brothers had to be affiliated.

- Yeah, so whoever this new player is, motorcycle drive-bys

and car bombs are their weapon of choice.

- And they obviously have the means to operate

on a global level. - Reyes, call back the DNP.

Tell them we need everything they can give us.

- All right.

- Warner just ID'd the courthouse shooter.

Jason Conti.

The photo's from his high-school yearbook

taken three years ago.

- My God, he's a child.

- Bring up the security footage from the restaurant.

Okay, zoom in on the LPs.

- Well, I already ran the license plates,

and, no surprise, the bike was stolen 48 hours ago.

- Mm-hmm. Police report?

- Yes, which, um, gave me a who and a where.

So, um, I may have pulled the, uh, doorbell-cam footage

in the area, which I know is not exactly kosher, but--

cool.

- Hmm, still doesn't make him our restaurant shooter.

- Doesn't mean we can't talk to him either.

- Hmm. Face recognition, run it.

- Sure.

- Oh, Kiki Pescador is out of surgery and ready to talk.

- Mm-hmm. - You stick with this, Vargas.

I'll be back. - Kay.

- Uh, I think I found our bike thief.

[suspenseful music]

- Fernando Russo.

Two years ago, he was an altar boy.

Got a last known? - I'll text it.

- Jet still out?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yo, you're with me.

- Okay. - Saddle up.

- Should you be doing stairs? - No.

How's Jet? - Huh?

- What do you mean "huh"?

You're sleeping with her. Why don't you just tell me?

- We broke up a few weeks ago. We haven't talked.

This trucker serial case really messed her up.

- Oh. Is she talking to anybody?

- I don't know, and I'm worried.

- Yeah, me too.

[lock clicks]

Hey, good morning. - [speaking Italian]

- [speaking Italian]

Fernando? - There he is.

- Fernando! [door slams]

Fernando, open the door!

Police, open the door, now!

You got it? - Yep.

Runner. - I'm on the roof!

- I got the streets.

♪ ♪

Roof, he's going to the roof!

- Police, don't move! - No police.

- Hey, Fernando.

Come on, let's talk. - I can't.

You're not taking me in.

- Hey, come back away from there.

Fernando, I just want to talk.

Fernando, come back from there.

Fernando!

Fernando, don't!

[body thuds]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- [grunts]

Hey.

- Hey.

I talked with the grandmother for a very long time.

She had no idea what the kid was up to.

- Sergeant, Detective, I want to show you something.

Check out the kid on the end.

- That's our shooter from the courthouse.

- Why'd the kid jump?

I mean, is it some life-or-death code of silence,

some kind of omertà thing?

- The Camorra really doesn't have that.

The hold they have over kids demands complete loyalty.

They tell them, you do what we say to do,

or we'll kill your baby brother and your little sister.

- Take the ballistics to the lab.

See if we can get a match. - Got it.

- How's Kiki?

- Devastated, but she's stable.

She did say her mom came into some money.

- Recently? - Yeah.

I'm having Vargas do a pattern of life on Bryanna.

- Mm-hmm. - Especially her finances.

"I Piranha sono qui."

I've seen this before, in Naples.

- What's it mean?

- "The Piranha are here."

"Piranha," that's what the Camorra call

their young foot soldiers.

- You think your CI could decode that too?

- I hope to God she can. [camera shutter clicks]

- The Piranha can't swim this far.

- Exactly.

Someone is recruiting these kids in the U.S.

I want to know who.

I also need to know what's on those prayer cards,

what they say. - Of course.

- All right. Thanks.

- Oh, what's that-- an early baby-shower gift?

- This was in my locker,

because someone thought I wasn't ready

for gang injunctions.

And now the whole squad is calling me "Baby Stabler."

- They're hazing you. It'll blow over.

- Maybe you should mind your own business.

[door closes]

- [laughing]

Why don't you mind your own business?

Kind of got your head.

[chuckles]

- Nonna.

What are you doing? - [speaking Italian]

I'm about to make supper for the twins.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- You sounded worried on the phone.

- Ciao, Donna Spezzano.

- Ciao, Sal.

[speaking Italian]

Sal, do me a favor, huh?

You go pet the horses, huh?

Grazie. But don't get on them.

Detective Stabler came to see me.

- Really? I'm sorry I missed him.

You should have invited him for dinner.

What's wrong, nonna?

- He thinks the Camorra are in New York.

- [scoffs] There's no way.

The Camorra's never come stateside.

They'd never be allowed in America.

- Sure...

but if they are here, if they know I'm here,

they'll come after all of us for giving up Rocco.

- Uncle Rocco's old news.

He can't touch you.

- Mm.

- Capito?

[soft music]

Good.

I got to go meet a new vendor at the brewery.

The opening's coming up.

[speaking Italian] - Okay.

[sighs]

- [clears throat]

[groans]

[cell phone buzzing]

[rustling]

- Joey?

[line clicks, phone beeps]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Sarge.

Come in.

- Oh, you've been busy. [door closes]

You could've put in a request to work from home.

- Well, I'm not doing work work...

not officially.

- What in the world?

- It's an enhanced highway serial-killer database

that I created.

I used a piece of Vargas' AI code

to scan the unsolved murders.

- Which ones?

- All of them, on every interstate.

I've profiled 147 so far.

[computer beeping, whirring]

148.

- Jet, are you okay?

- I will be once these girls have names.

[soft apprehensive music]

- [sighs] Is there any way I can help?

- No.

Uh, Sheppard got me past the red tape

with the local PDs.

- Well, this is good police work.

- Thanks.

The FBI offered me a full-time gig.

I turned it down.

- [chuckles]

Obviously, you're still thinking about it.

- I have a job.

I'm not a quitter.

- Jet...

Stabler came to you

because you're the best at what you do.

He asked you for a favor,

and you gave us four years.

This is your first big job,

and you knocked it out the park.

But sometimes you got to find a new park and play a new game.

It's okay. You don't have to stay for us.

Do what you got to do.

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[line trilling]

- Right. All right.

My CI came through.

The messages on the prayer cards were orders--

take out Carlo and Bryanna Pescador.

- I get Carlo, but why Bryanna?

I mean, she had nothing to do with Los Santos.

- I don't know yet.

- Well, we know Jason and Fernando

were both altar boys at the same church.

Maybe that's where they got recruited.

- Mm-hmm.

- Find out what church Fernando's grandmother goes to.

- Copy.

- Uh, I went by Jet's. - And?

- She wants to take a leave.

- How long? - I'm not sure.

She's on her own journey.

- Sergeant, I got something. - Yeah.

- Look.

Based on Bryanna Pescador's phone records

and her financials,

her lifestyle didn't jibe with her spending.

I mean, her car, mortgage, her private school--

I mean, her monthly nut was 20 grand, easy.

But no money was coming in.

That is until four days ago,

when she made a very large deposit.

- $2 million?

- Where the hell she get that from?

- You don't want to know the hoops I had to jump through

to get to that one.

It's a shell corp in Afragola, Italy.

- Just outside of Naples.

- What kind of shell corp? - Well, highly diversified.

You might even call it eclectic.

There's, uh, Saudi oil, a tech start-up in Sydney,

and a brewery in Long Island City.

- "A brewery"?

You got an address listed?

- There's a traffic cam across the street.

I have access

to the Transportation Department's database.

You want-- - I want.

Well, I wonder what they're up to.

Can you ID them? - Uh, I'll try.

- What's that on the right, right corner,

right upper corner, right there?

Our new player is the Camorra, specifically the Spezzano clan.

- And they're moving in on Los Santos territory.

- Their infrastructure, their drug routes.

- How does killing Bryanna fit in?

- Well, the Camorra's never come stateside.

They don't have a presence in the U.S. prison system.

- They paid her to recant so that our case would fall apart,

so Carlo would get released and be easier to kill.

- And Bryanna--

she was just a loose end they needed to tie up.

- Why do it in such a public place?

- I think it's their way of sending a message.

We can get you anytime, anywhere.

- Yeah, that brewery is ground zero

for this investigation.

Vargas, work your magic.

Put some names to those young faces.

- Copy that.

- Reyes, I need you to do some digging into the Spezzano clan.

Set up some surveillance at the site.

- All right.

- And before we all get rolling,

I talked Jet into doing a farewell drink.

So I don't know about y'all, but I could definitely use one.

You coming?

- Uh, hey, boss.

[sighs]

Uh, the CI that I mentioned earlier from Italy,

her name is Isabella Spezzano.

- "Spezzano"?

- Yeah, she was telling me about her grandson Roman.

He was opening a brewery in Long Island City.

[soft suspenseful music]

- I understand.

I could really use that drink.

- Yeah.

- Want me to buy you one? - I'll be right behind you.

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

- Hey. - Hey.

- I-I just came to get my stuff.

- When nobody was around?

- So I'd hoped.

- Oh.

- I hate goodbyes.

- Yeah.

I don't care. Come here.

You're leaving me with Vargas.

- [chuckles]

- Why would you do that to me?

- You'll live.

- Need help? - No, I'm good.

- [sighs]

I'm, uh...

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss...

this.

[soft music]

- [chuckles]

So, when you finish up, I'll drive you over to the bar.

- You're making sure I show up.

- Yeah, I don't like Irish goodbyes.

- Well, I'm Dutch.

♪ ♪

- Pickles and ice cream run? - Uh, no.

No, blue cheese babka and cream puffs from Bibble & Sip.

- What she really wanted was that--that seafood tower

from Balthazar's.

- Ah, everyone wants that.

[motorcycle engine revving]

Down!

[gunfire, screaming]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]