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[dramatic music]

- How's Mom doing?

- She keeps thinking
that Joey's calling her.

I'm thinking about
going through her phone.

[cell phone buzzing]

Joey?

[indistinct shouting]

- Recently, there's been
an uptick in gang-related

violence in your parish.

- The Holy Father
has designs for all of us.

- Where the Camorra is,
there is death.

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

- Uncle Rocco's old news.

- Someone knew I was
investigating the Camorra,

and they wanted it stopped.

- You robbed my family
of everything we had.

- I gave you a chance
at a new life in America,

and you blew it.

- [grunts]

* *

- Pietro, no!

[gunshot]

[siren wailing]

- He was going to--

he was--
he was going to--

- Take him outside.

Sergeant, take him outside.

* *

- You nailed you prelim.

And I know they're still
investigating the crime scene,

but all that matters
right now is what you say.

- Sure.

- Do you understand, Eli?

Now, do you really understand?

- I-I understand.

- I've been before these IAB
assholes four goddamn times,

and I'm still here.

What's my secret?

Whatever the hell happened
is between you and your god,

nobody else.

- Uh, maybe I should have
my rep here.

- What? Don't be a dick.
Only guilty cops do that.

Just stick to the facts.

You identified yourself, right?

- Um...

- You identified yourself.

You saw the shooter draw a gun,

realized he was gonna shoot
an undercover.

- Mm-hmm.
- You did your duty.

It was a clean shoot.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing]
- Oh, sorry.

- For Christ's sakes,

they should be giving you
a goddamn medal, kid.

- [chuckles softly]
- Hey, I'm proud of you, man.

- Hey, I'm checking in.

Call if you need me.
Uh, I'm--I'm here.

- [sighs curtly]

Let's get this over with.

- Have you talked to anyone
about the investigation?

- No, sir.

- Not even your father?

- No.
It's against protocol.

- Were you aware

that Detective Stabler
and I have a history?

- Why are you asking me
about him, about my dad?

- Because I've found
myself investigating

yet another
officer-involved shooting

involving yet another Stabler.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing]
- Sorry.

- Do you need to get that?

I know you and your wife
are expecting.

- No, we're not expecting
for six weeks.

* *

- Yes.

It's Pietro.

- "Conflicting reports"?
What are you talking about?

- According to several
eyewitness statements,

Pietro Spezzano may have
been lowering his weapon

when you used lethal force.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing]

Seriously, Officer Stabler,
you may answer that.

- [inhales deeply]

- And you were there...
- Yes.

- When he died?
- Yes.

- I know who killed him.

The police
might have shot him,

but it was my brother
who killed him.

It was Rocco.

He has brought the cancer here,
and now he's taken my Pietro.

- Isabella, your brother is
in maximum security in Italy.

- [scoffs] You should know
better than that.

- Once our investigation
is concluded,

if I fail to clear you
of wrongdoing,

you'll go before a grand jury.

As of now,
you're on sick leave

and will meet with the
psychologist for a follow-up.

Good day, Officer Stabler.

[tense music]

- Good day.

[cell phone chiming]

* *

- You cannot ignore
your phone like this,

especially now.

You need to be down here.

Becky is okay,
but she needs you here.

The baby is doing fine,

but you need to get down here
as soon as you can.

- Hey, come on.
We can see the rugrat now.

- [sighs]

- Oh.
- Looks kind of scrawny, hmm?

- That's what
preemies look like.

- Yeah, undercooked.
- What an ass.

Doc said that six weeks
is not dire,

but it's obviously not ideal.

So, Mama, what do you think?
- Oh.

- Another great-grandbaby
to sneak you candy, huh?

- Oh, Joe.

Honey, he's--
he's just perfect.

[gasps]
Let's name him Joe, Jr.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- [sighs]

[tense music]

* *

- I can't believe this place
still doesn't have a bar.

- [chuckles]
Funny, Dad.

- Yeah, well, cups were donated
by the nurses down the hall.

- Oh, that's nice of them.

- He's gonna be fine.
- [sighs]

- He's a Stabler.
We're tougher than we look.

- I hope that's true.

- Hey, I'd like to tell you
that the feelings of, you know,

you're not doing
anything right

and you're constantly worried
that you're messing up

will fade, but they don't.

It's all part of it.

- So no different
than a relationship?

- [laughs]

I'm not gonna touch that one.

Scariest thing you're
ever gonna do...

and the best.

- I don't know what I'm doing.
- Yeah, you know, you just--

you just get yourself right,
and the rest will follow.

[cell phone buzzes]

- [scoffs] Well, that might be
the harder ask at the moment.

Becky's awake...
[scoffs]

And very hungry.

You don't have to stay.

I got this.

Thanks.

- You get the picture?

- Oh, Lord.
This boy got your ears.

- [chuckles]
Yeah, I know. Poor kid.

- How's Eli doing
with the investigation?

- I wouldn't know.

He doesn't talk to me about it.
- Oh, that's good.

He's following protocol.

So I wanted
to let you know, uh...

I got a heads-up
that Moses Warren

asked to be assigned
to Eli's case.

- Oh, that son of a bitch.
He tries to sink my career.

Now he's gunning for Eli?

- Yeah,
I don't like it either,

but Eli will get through it.

Reyes has his IAB interview
this afternoon.

- All right.
- So how'd it go with Isabella?

Was it rough?

- Yeah, it was rough.

It wasn't the time or place
to tell her either,

but she said something.

I want to--
I want to look into it.

Any word on Roman?
- No.

Forensics from the shooting
came back,

and they found
some of his blood in the alley

behind the brewery.

I put out an APB
to all the hospitals

and urgent cares in the area,
so hopefully he'll turn up.

- Hopefully.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Did you find Roman?
Is he all right?

- Isabella,
I can't discuss the case.

- Well, just tell me
if he's alive, for God's sake.

- We have reason to believe
he survived the shooting.

- [sighs]

Thank you.

Thank you.
Come, come.

I have something to show you.

[door creaking]

I found this in Pietro's room.

- Where'd he get it?

- Oh, there's only one answer.

Rocco is here.

Our father gave the gun
to my brother.

He passed it on to Roman.

It's a tradition,
an evil tradition.

- And you think Roman
gave it to Pietro

as part of the initiation?

- There's no other explanation.

Rocco's here.
I can feel it.

I know he's pulling
the strings.

- Or Roman is.
- No, no, Roman, no.

That's insane.

What, you think Roman is
suddenly a criminal mastermind?

- Has he reached out to you?

- No.

No, I would have told you.

What?

- How can I believe you?

- Because...

I'd rather have Roman judged
by 12 than carried by 6.

- I'm guessing your deposition

with the ADA
went well this morning?

- Yeah, with Acosta in custody,

Carisi can't wait
to get his case

against Los Santos
back on track.

- All right, that undercover
police work paid off.

Good job, Detective.
- Thanks.

- Oh, and your interview
with IAB with Moses Warren--

yeah, just, you know--
you know the drill.

Say what you saw.
- Good luck with IAB.

- Thanks.

- Hey, uh, Vargas...
- Yeah.

- Want you to get me eyes
on Rocco Spezzano.

- But he's in prison.

- And from what I remember,

they have
an extensive security system.

- Are you asking me to--

- Yes, hack their system.

- I can try.
[keyboard clacking]

- I thought we already verified
that he was behind bars.

- Yeah, we did.
Now we're confirming it.

- All right.
- Oh, yeah.

Where are we
with the brewery shooting?

- Six Camorra, mostly kids,

four Los Santos,
all dead at the scene.

But there have been
multiple arrests made.

IAB is getting statements
from survivors at the hospital.

Oh, speaking
of IAB interviews--

- I've got my meeting tomorrow
with them.

- Okay.
- Bingo! Uh...

All right, according
to the prison registry,

Rocco Spezzano is
in cell number 217.

There.
- Is that his cell?

- Yeah.
- Okay, zoom in on that guy.

[keyboard clacking]

That's not Rocco.

Sarge?
- Yeah.

- This is not Rocco.

Back in the day, I interviewed
the man for 9 1/2 hours.

That is not Rocco Spezzano.

- Vargas, pull up
the arrest mug shot.

- Okay.
[keys clacking]

Holy shit, that's not Rocco.

- He must have
bribed the officials

and had the guards move in
some other inmate.

Rocco might be here.

- Yeah, but we
don't know that yet.

Also, I just got a call
from Father De Luca.

- Yeah? What's he want?
- To talk to you.

Go down there, hear him out.

I'll call Europol and tell 'em
that Rocco Spezzano

may not be incarcerated
anymore.

- Like I said,
I saw Detective Stabler.

I turned back.

Pietro Spezzano had his gun
pointed at me.

- Did you think
he was gonna shoot you?

- I'm not a mind reader.

- Was his finger
on the trigger?

- I can't see that far.

- I understand you were
involved in the beating

of a suspect last year.

- That case was resolved.
- Yes, quietly.

And yet I'm still asking
about it.

- I don't know what any
of this has to do with you.

- Frankly, I'm looking
for some truth.

Did you see Pietro Spezzano
lower his weapon

before Officer Stabler
shot him?

- [exhales sharply]

- [clears throat]

- One moment, please.

Detective.

- Father.
- Thank you for coming.

I didn't know
who else to turn to.

I have to ask
about the children,

the ones in custody
after that terrible tragedy.

Many of the parents
attend this church,

and they've asked me to speak
to you on their behalf.

- Okay, well,
you can tell them

that I can't talk
about the case.

My opinion is that their sons
are in a hell

of a lot of trouble,
so they should lawyer up,

and if
they need recommendations

for good public defenders,
I'm happy to provide.

- That's kind of you.

This has all been such a shock.
- Mm.

- So many
unanswered questions.

I personally was wondering,

was Roman Spezzano
amongst the dead?

- Like I said,
I can't talk about the case.

- Oh, of course.
I understand.

Thank you for coming.

* *

- The good father was fishing.

He wants to find Roman
before we do.

- I just got off with Europol.

They're putting a search alert
out on Rocco Spezzano.

- Well, good luck with that.
I mean, they are Italian.

[cell phone chimes]
Hey, hold on a second.

- Mm-hmm.

[explosion, car alarms wailing]

Elliot?

* *

Elliot?

* *

[door opens]
- Where a local church

was rocked by an explosion
in an attempted assassination

of an NYPD detective...
[door closes]

- Hey.
- Hey. What's up?

- Well, with Eli and Becky gone
and, uh, you know,

your car getting blown up,

I thought I'd bring you
some supper.

- Oh, thanks. Brisket?
- Oh, the best brisket.

- Who's with Mom?
- Kathleen.

She took her to the movies.

And she knows not to talk
about Eli's situation.

It'll just bring Dad up.

So how's the, uh--

how's the noggin?

That kaboom trigger your TBI?

- A little ringing in my ears,
but my head's fine.

Talk to Eli?
- Yeah.

He's hanging tough.
- Oh.

Sick leave, yeah?

- Yeah, just till
the case gets squared,

but, you know,
it gives him a chance

to be with Becky
at the hospital

and get to know his kid.

- Still no name.
- Yeah, it's weird, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- I think they're waiting
for him

to get out of that
easy-bake oven.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

- You and me, we got to talk.

- About what?

- Mom.
Um, the thing at the hospital.

- Mom's fine, all right?

We're not at DEFCON 1, not yet.

But the phone calls she keeps
talking about from Joey?

- Yeah.

- I think they're real.

- Based on what?

- Well, her phone rang,
and I picked it up.

- Was he on the line?

- I don't know.

- Where did the call come from?

- [sighs]
It was a restricted number.

- All right, look,
next time it happens,

just let me know.

- I'm telling you--
I got a feeling about this.

- Yeah.

- [breathing shakily]

Fa--Fa--
Father.

- Roman, my God.

Hey, you can't be here.

They'll see you.
- Father, I'm--I'm hurt.

I think I'm dying, Father.
Help me, please.

- Stay here.
I'll get my car.

[tense music]

[car horn honking]

[tires screeching,
Isabella speaking Italian]

- Hurry! I need help!

I was coming in
for morning Mass.

He was hiding in the alley.
- Grazie!

- I did what I could,
but I'm afraid

the infection's set in.
- The barn, the barn.

- I'm sorry.

I have to get back
before I'm missed.

- [speaking Italian]

[gasps]
Don't worry.

Oh.

He's burning up.
Go in my medicine chest.

You get the ampicillin.
Quick.

- Okay.
- Amore.

- [breathing shakily]

Rocco's here.

- I know.

- And s-so is she.

- Lucia?

- They came here a year ago.

* *

They wanted to kill you.

I told them that
I would only help them

if they swore not to touch you.

And now Pietro's dead,
and it's all my fault.

- No, no, no, no, no.
No, you must not say that.

It's not true.

- I-I-I want to do
what you did back in Naples.

- No, they won't let you.

They will kill you
before you testify.

Quiet.
Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Father?

- Oh.
Good morning, Sister.

- Where have you been, Father?

- Tending the sick, Sister.

- He wants to see you.

- Now?

- Yes.
Now, Father.

- Of course.

- Is that what I think it is?

- The church
and the surrounding area.

- Vargas called in a favor.

- And my boys in JPL
gave us a few hours

with one of their CubeSats.

Her name is Ronnie.

- And what's Ronnie
gonna do for us?

- Verify that the bomb
was put in your car

while it was parked
outside the church.

- Oh, I want to see this, then.

- Here's our suspect
by your car.

- Uh-huh.

- That's you walking
out of the church.

You pass the suspect,

and you're walking
towards your car,

stopped for something, and--
- Boom.

We need to question
the priest again.

- Yeah, speaking of that,
I called him last night,

this morning.

The church personnel have
not seen or heard from him.

I think De Luca's gone AWOL.

- We need to talk
to the church staff.

Somebody knows something.
- Well, I'm happy to.

- No, IAB.

Reyes, you go.

- Done deal.

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

I'm looking
for the Sister Superior,

Sister Mary Leo-Gene?

Thank you.

- More tea, Detective?

- Oh, no, thank you.
I'm okay. Thank you.

Um...

when was the last time
you saw Father De Luca?

- Before Mass.

Have a cookie.

- Were you here
when the car bomb went off?

- Yes.
I heard it, and I ran outside.

- Did you see anything odd,
maybe someone running away?

- No.

No, I don't think so.

- Have you seen him recently?

- Oh, sweet Roman.

No, I have not seen him
since Fernando's funeral.

- Have you ever seen this man?

- No, I have never seen him.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Thank you
for your time, Sister.

- God bless you, Detective.

[sighs]

* *

[speaking Italian]

- [speaking Italian]

[ominous music]

* *

[line trilling]

- Hey.
How's it going?

- Hey, uh, thanks
for helping me out

with this, uh, computer stuff
there, Kyle.

I appreciate it.
- Oh, sure.

- Do you want some lunch?

- Uh, no, Mom.
- Who are you talking to?

- Oh, this is my friend Kyle.

Here.
Say hi to my mom, Kyle.

- Hey, Mrs. Stabler.

Uh, I work with your son--
well, your other son.

- Uh-huh.

Randall, have you seen
my phone anywhere?

- Uh, no, Ma.

- I just--I can't
find it anywhere.

- Oh, Mom, you know what?

The cooking show you like
is just about to start.

- Ooh, I'm so glad
you reminded me.

Yes, good.

- Hey, thanks for helping me
out here, buddy.

- Is that your mom's phone?

- Yeah,
she's been getting calls

from a restricted number,

and I was hoping
that you could trace it.

- You know, it's probably
just a telemarketer.

- Well, maybe,

but, uh, between you and me,
I think it's Joe, Jr.

- Randall, uh, this is still
an active case, okay?

And--and a very big one

with international
implications.

Look, Bell talks
about it all the time.

Look, I shouldn't be
talking about this, okay?

I-I can't talk about it.
- Hey, listen.

I just need to know
if it's him, okay?

I promise you,
I won't jam you up.

- [sighs]
Okay. Okay.

Fine.

Um, just upload
her data to the cloud.

- To the what?

- Plug her phone
into the USB port.

[dramatic music]

* *

[cell phone chirps]

- Uh, hey, listen.

Um, let's, uh--
let's not say anything

about this
to my brother, okay?

* *

- According to your statement
at the scene,

you did not witness
the shooting

of Pietro Spezzano.

- Correct.

- But you were present at the
shooting of Pietro Spezzano?

- Correct.

- What exactly did you see?

- When I entered the situation,
it was very chaotic.

I saw Detective Reyes, who was
undercover with Los Santos,

engaged in a firefight

with members
of the Spezzano clan.

I then witnessed
Pietro Spezzano

lift his gun in the direction
of Detective Reyes.

I did not see who shot
and killed Pietro.

- But you believed,
at the time,

it was your son, Eli Stabler,
who fired?

- Yes.

- Is that why
you broke protocol?

- What do you mean?

- You were heard
telling your son...

"Get out of here."

- That's incorrect.

I told his FTO
to take him outside

to debrief him.

- His FTO claims otherwise.

- If that's what he thinks
he heard, that's on him,

but I know the protocol.

After an officer-involved
shooting,

the officer involved
shall remain on the scene.

But I'll tell you this.

Whether this
were my son or not,

it doesn't matter.

I didn't believe,
and I don't believe,

that a rookie officer
three weeks out of the academy

who has just engaged
in his first firefight

should be standing
over the body of someone

he may or may not have shot.

So, you know,
if you're chasing a bad cop,

you might want to look
into Sergeant Hunt.

* *

- I'm telling you, Sarge,
I got a vibe

from Sister Mary Leo-Gene
that she's hiding something.

- Well, I need
a little bit more than vibes.

Vargas, you still have access
to Ronnie?

- Uh...
[keys clacking]

For another half an hour.

- Okay, pull up satellite from
Reyes's interview with the nun.

[keyboard clacking]

- The signature on the right
is Reyes.

The nun heads back in.

- Where'd she go?

- Maybe a section
of metal roof?

- I saw something like this

back in Narcotics involving
a cartel using tunnels.

Let me see it again.

[keyboard clacking]

I think they've got
a false wall.

- A false wall?
You're kidding.

- Yep.

Vargas found digital paperwork
from a year ago.

The money the church got
from that Naples shell corp

was used to hire
five different contractors.

- The only reason why you'd do
that is to build a secret room.

- Took some doing, but I got
a warrant for the church.

- All right.
I'll meet you there.

[explosion]

- NYPD! Warrant!

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

* *

- [sighs]

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- Unis just located
the priest's car.

They found bloody napkins
from the Spezzano brewery

in the back seat.

- Father De Luca was
obviously working for Rocco.

- Roman went to him for help.

- That's why he got tortured.

Rocco wanted to know
where he hid Roman.

- Isabella's farm.

That's where he had
to have taken Roman.

- Local PD is not
gonna send unis out there

based on your gut.

- That's why I'm calling her.

[cell phone ringing]

- [sighs]

Gia.

They're coming.
We have to get ready.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Nonna, I don't understand.

- My brother, Rocco, is coming.

- Uncle Rocco's in jail.
- He's out.

And my sister Lucia
is with him.

- Oh, God.

- Roman, you have to stay
out of sight.

Rocco and Lucia
are coming to kill you.

- Let them try.

I can still shoot.

[dramatic music]

* *

[door rattles]

- You might as well
turn around.

You know I'll shoot.

- We are not armed.
- Mm.

- Just give us Roman.

We'll leave you and Gia
in peace.

- You're too late.

I already turned him over
to the police.

- You rat.
You were rat in Naples.

You rat here now?
- [chuckles]

Lucia, she's playing you,

just like she did
when we were kids.

He's here, and you're gonna
tell us where.

- One more step,
I kill you both.

* *

You already took Pietro.
I will not give you Roman.

Ah!

- Where is he?

- I'll never tell...

ever.

- Go search at the barn.

* *

[horse neighs]

* *

[horse neighing]

[door opens, gunshot]

- Ah!

[gun cocks]

- Make her talk.

- You got a nice house here,
a lot of nice things.

- [whimpering]

No, no, no, no.
No!

[gasping]

[groans, screams]

[tool snaps]

[screaming]

[cell phone ringing]

- Hey.

- Any sign of Rocco?

- Well, there's a church van.

It's wedged inside
the front gate,

so I would call that a sign.

- Stay put.
I'll call it in.

- Got it.

* *

- [screaming]

- No, stay with me now.

- [sighing]

[flesh sizzling]

- [screaming]

- Yes, we have
a lot to talk about.

But first...

should I take
your thumb next, huh?

Or maybe your toe.

- Drop it. Drop it!
Drop it!

Drop it now!
Drop it!

Sit down.
Sit down!

- [sobbing]

- [speaking Italian]

* *

- [whimpering]

- [speaking Italian]

- Rocco--
Rocco went to the barn.

Roman and Gia are there.

[sobs]

- All right.

She moves, shoot her.

* *

- [groaning]

- [speaks Italian]
- [speaks Italian]

[gasping]

- [sighs]
- [breathing shakily]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

* *

[distant gunshots]

- Gia, are you all right?

Are you okay?

- [breathing shakily]

- Stay here.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Local PD found Lucia's habit

in an abandoned truck
down the road.

- Obviously local guys are
doing a grid search for her.

- What do we know
about Roman now?

[cell phone buzzing]

- He's en route
to the hospital.

The DA is gonna meet us there.

He wants to turn state's
evidence against the Camorra.

What's going on?
- Oh.

Something's up with my mother.

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- You're keeping
something from me.

I can feel it.
- No, I'm not.

- It's Eli, isn't it?

- Mom, you need to calm down.

- Oh, don't you talk
to me like I'm crazy!

I am not being crazy.
I want to know what's happened.

I need to talk to Elliot.

Where's Elliot?
[door opens]

Oh, Elliot. Thank God.
- Hi. Yeah.

- Please, tell me
what I'm not being told.

- Okay.
All right, come on.

Come on.

- A police-involved shooting?

- That's what
he's being investigated for.

We didn't want
to tell you because--

- Because of your father.
- Yeah.

- [sighs]

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* *

So what do you think?

- I hope he gets cleared.

- No, no, I'm asking you
what you think.

You know, what--
what is Eli gonna be?

- I don't understand, Mom.
What do you mean?

- Well, is he gonna be a cop
like you or...

a cop like your father?

[somber music]

* *

- [clears throat, sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[knocks]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- [chuckles]
Hey.

- Is Grandma all right?

- Yeah, yeah, she's, uh...

Yeah.
Randall took her home.

- Yeah?

- How you doing?
- I'm okay.

- Babe, could you get me
some gummy bears

from the vending machine
downstairs?

- Sure, babe. Yeah.
- Thank you.

- You look great, rested.

- [chuckles]
So do you, considering.

- Mm.

- Eli told me what happened
to your car.

- Yeah, I needed to get
a new one anyway.

That was pretty slick
with the gummy bears.

You want to talk to me?

- [inhales deeply]

[sighs]

- Okay.

- So, um...

I would never say this
to Eli's face...

but I...

But I hope they kick him out.

You know I would support him
in anything he wants to do--

anything.

But I don't think
he really wants this.

I mean,
from the things he's said

and the talks that we've had...

I feel like he does it
for you...

Or some family thing that
he feels like he has to do.

* *

He just really loves you.

And he doesn't want
to disappoint you.

* *

I am so scared.

- Come here.

* *

[whispering
Breathe.

- [sighs deeply]

* *

- What in the Sam Hell
is all this?

- It's the decrypted data dump
from your mom's cell phone.

And, uh, it looks
like Mrs. Stabler

has indeed received a number
of restricted calls.

They're all
from, uh, random area codes

in different parts of Europe.

- So Joey's in Europe?

- Well, I have no way
of knowing

if he made those calls.

- All right, well,
how about where in Europe?

- Well, a lot of these calls
are coming

from the same cell tower
in Amsterdam.

It's located right next
to a nightclub.

- So how do we know
if Joey's been there?

[keys clacking]
- We try geotagging it.

- Geo what?

- It's a--
just a thing that people do.

It ties their social-media
posts to a time and place,

so we can see the pictures
from that club near the time

those posts were made.
- You can do this?

[keyboard clacking]

Well, get to it.

[keyboard clacking]

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* *

Hey, wait, wait.
Wait, wait.

Go--uh, go back.
[keyboard clacking]

Yeah, keep going.
Stop.

No way.

That little punk.

Can you check to see if there's
any more photos of him?

[keys clacking]

* *

Holy shit.

We found him.

- Wow.

Is that a fancy new uniform,

or did I interrupt
your evening?

- I was on a Hinge date
when you called.

You did me a favor.
He was a hard-core vegan.

A little much for me.
- Yeah?

Glad I could be of service.

So anything?

- I won't waste your time
on cause of death.

I think we're all pretty clear
on that.

- Yeah.

- No defensive wounds,
no signs of a struggle.

- Signs of torture, of course.
- Not much to speak of.

- Oh.

- She meant something to you?

- [sighs]

Yeah, an old CI of mine
from my days in Italy.

She helped me make my bones
with the Italian authorities.

I helped her...

escape her situation.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

Any luck with positive ID?

- We're still waiting
for her file from Italy,

but we did a familial match
from her brother's DNA

at the crime scene.

- Mm-hmm.

From her or the finger?
- What finger?

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* *

- Never mind.

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]