All language subtitles for Law and Order OC s05e03 Paranza Dei Bambini.eng

[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 omert� 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]

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