All language subtitles for Law_and_Order_Organized_Crime_S05E07[_6057]_Legendas01.ENG

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- You're taking me
off active duty?

- You're not
in obvious distress,

but whether you're ready
to get back out there

is another story.

- My mom--she's been getting
calls from Joe Jr.

I was hoping
that you could trace it.

- This is still an active case

with international
implications.

- Let's not saying
anything about this

to my brother, OK?

- I did not see who shot
and killed Pietro.

- But you believed at the time

it was your son,
Eli Stabler, who fired.

- Yes.

- The whole squad
is calling me Baby Stabler.

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

- Maybe you should mind
your own business.

- What is Eli gonna be?
- What do you mean?

- Well, is he gonna be
a cop like you

or a cop like your father?

[siren wailing]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[electronic warbling]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[computer beeps]
- Found him.

- I'm heading back in.

- Later.

[keys clacking]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]

["My Darling Clementine"
playing]

♪ ♪

What the fuck?

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

[device chirps]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[answering machine beeps]

ey, it's me.
Just landed a few hours ago.

nks
for the restaurant recs,

you should have told me

t these Italians drink
at every meal.

ughs]

way, the Camorra case

uld be wrapped up
in a few days.

with Reyes and I both out,

ase, for God's sake,
take the time.

kiss that grandbaby
for me.

bye.

[answering machine beeps]

ey, this is
your weekly reminder

not skip your weekly
therapist appointment.

now, I know,
I can sit and twist.

.

[glass shatters]

nse music]

♪

amatic music]

♪

n what some are calling
a freak accident,

re is one casualty
in what appears to be...

- Babe, boxcutter.

ock at door]
- An art protest gone awry.

CEO of
the food-delivery service...

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.

- Yeah, sorry for popping by,
but I brought breakfast.

So, you hungry?
- Oh, appreciate it.

It's no bother.
We're still getting set up.

It's been a process.
- I see that.

Well, I'm here.
Put me to work.

- What happened to your hand?
- Eh, it's nothing.

What do you got?
- Uh, Bernie dropped that off.

- There?
- Mm-hmm.

- All right.

- This protest thing is wild.

They said one
of those delivery bots

just straight up exploded.

- I guess
there were some things

she couldn't get rid of
when you were kids.

- Yeah, this used to hang
above Joe Jr.'s crib.

llaby playing]

- We're not hanging that
over Owen's crib.

- Owen?
Is that the name?

- Oh, we're workshopping it.
- Mm.

- Eli, come help your dad.

- I'm watching this.

[toy squeaks]
- [scoffs]

uthorities are
currently investigating

t could've caused
the malfunction.

Chow steadfastly maintains
their robots are safe...

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

o use on the city streets,
and that this is--

[TV shuts off]

- IAB? Heard something?
- Not yet.

But Hunt doesn't think
I have anything to worry about.

- Take it seriously.

Take it seriously.
I mean, you pull a trigger...

I'm here if you want to talk.
- I said I'm good.

- I know what you said.

And you're good until the day
when you're not.

- Someone's been going
to therapy.

nse music]

♪

- Hey.
- [gasps]

[scoffs] You scared me.

- What's with the suit?
- Oh, I just--I have a thing.

Just have to give
a presentation tonight

about the dangers
of artificial intelligence.

- The dangers of the thing that
you use every day--interesting.

What are you watching?

- Videos from the protest
last night.

- Oh, yeah, I heard that's on
Counterterrorism's radar now.

- Something about it
just doesn't sit right.

- What do you mean?
What's that?

- Well, I mean, they're
calling it an accident.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know, just a malfunction

with one of the robots,
but I don't know--

it just feels more intentional.

- Like the delivery bot
was tampered with?

- Yeah, it wouldn't take much--
just some sort

of trigger mechanism
that was remote-activated.

I mean, it'd be the same way
that you would access

the navigation controls.

I could write that code
in my sleep.

- It sounds like
you already have.

- [chuckles]
- Hmm.

[computer ringing]

- Mm.

- Is that my Randall?

- Yeah, look, uh,
I've been meaning

to talk to you about this.
- Have you?

Well, now we have
the opportunity.

All three of us
can talk about it.

- Great.
- Put him on speaker.

[ringing continues]

- Hey, Randall.
- Hey, Kyle.

I got another lead on Joe Jr.

Yeah, I'm gonna send
the screengrabs over

so you can run them through
your little mystery machine.

- It's not a mystery machine.
It's a magic box.

- Shit.

- I'm gonna deal
with you later.

- Don't you have therapy?
- Bye, Randall.

- Look, I swear I only had
the best intentions.

- How long's
this been going on?

- Look, the important thing
is that we found something.

- And what did you find?
- Your brother Joe Jr.--

he's been spotted
in nightclubs overseas.

Uh, clubs that are
known drug scenes.

And the sightings--
they're legit.

But it is in the oddest
collection of cities.

I mean, it's, uh,
Amsterdam, Stockholm,

uh, Istanbul, Madrid, Berlin.

And if you can believe it,
Baghdad.

- Yeah.

- ♪ Oh, my darling,
oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You are lost
and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

[footsteps approaching]

- Have you seen the news?

- I haven't.

Otherwise, I'd know why you're
on the verge of freaking out.

- Tyler Pearson's dead.

- Shit.

Really?

- We were going to send him
a message, not blow him up.

- Hey, bring your voice down.

- He didn't deserve to die.
- Sure, he did.

It was a happy accident.

Beyond that, I don't know
what else to tell you, Skye,

unless...

you want to say something?

- They're calling us
terrorists.

[tense music]

- Baby...

do you trust me?

♪ ♪

I want to hear you say it.

- I trust you.

- Good.
- But--

- No, no, no, no.

You either do, or you don't.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

I'll see you back at the spot
when we implement phase two.

Until then, my mom's fighting
for her life,

and that's where
my head's at right now.

I'm sure you understand.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

[footsteps departing]

♪ ♪

- Generative AI is a curse
on creativity, right?

There's no denying it,
but we cannot ignore

AI's potential for good
in other industries.

Artificial intelligence can
not only make lives easier,

it can actually save them.

I want to thank you

for the invitation
to speak here tonight.

And, remember,
power lies in creation,

not imitation.

[cheers and applause]

Thank you. Thank you.

[chuckling]
Thank you so much.

- Could you sign
my floppy disk?

- Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Thank you so much for coming.
- Thanks.

- Oh.

Have fun. Take care.

Oh, uh...

- You're Dr. Kyle Vargas?

- Uh, yeah.

- Detective Tanner,
Counterterrorism Bureau.

We need to talk.

- Um...

- Joey, Joey, Joey,
what are you up to?

[breathes deeply]

[door buzzing]

[door clanging]

- Detective Tanner,
Counterterrorism.

We tried contacting
a Sergeant Bell,

but she's in
a different time zone.

- Well, I'm Detective Stabler.
You didn't contact me.

- Well, we're doing that
right now.

Can you find Vargas's desk?

- Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.

Nobody moves until I understand
what's going on here.

- Dr. Kyle Vargas is
currently in our custody.

He's a suspect in the protest
attacks two nights ago.

- Dr. Vargas is
an employee of the NYPD.

He's not a terrorist.

- I understand that
you may have questions

about your colleague's
potential involvement

in our case--

- I actually don't have
one question.

I'm just calling bullshit.
Where is he?

- He's in our custody.
- We've established that.

I want to see him, now.

[door opens]

- I didn't do this.
[door closes]

- So I hear.

Cyber Crimes analyzed
the program that was used

to remote-access
these delivery bots.

The malware had
a coded signature,

one they were able to trace
back to its original author.

See something familiar?
- I do.

- Do you want to tell me
why your fingerprints

are all over this code?

- I have no idea.

I wrote this on a lark
years ago,

as part of a weekend
coding competition.

- And then you posted it
to a black hat chat room.

- Somebody else uploaded it.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Look, these things, they just--
they float around cyberspace,

and every once in a while,
somebody stumbles

across something,
and they find a use for it.

- Terrorism, for example.

- I understand
why you brought me in.

I do, but this wasn't me.

I work for OCCB.

I mean, I'm a white hat now,
and this is why.

- What were you doing
two nights ago?

- I was at home.

- You were online
on anarchist chat boards.

- [stammers]

I-I saw the projections
on my way home,

and I was curious
who was behind it.

- The next morning you were
on the same boards again.

- 'Cause I was curious
what went wrong.

- Uh-huh.

Wait here.

- [sighs]

- You know, I--

- Is he always like this?
- I told you, he's nervous.

It's like watching someone
kick a puppy in there.

This is nothing
but a waste of--

- It's a waste of time.
I agree with you.

But, look, at the moment,

he's what we got
in terms of physical evidence.

He's not going anywhere.

What we think is that
the people behind this protest

are a group that call
themselves the Collective.

They're anonymous, but they
have this signature style

that we've traced
to similar demonstrations

in Chicago and Los Angeles.

But this is the first time
anyone's gotten hurt.

- So what you're saying is,
this is organized crime.

You'd like our help
on the task force.

- I did not say
any of those things.

- We accept.

Um, I think we should start
with the manufacturer

of the delivery bots,
unless you have a better idea.

[tense music]

- I know we've all heard

about what happened
the other night.

♪ ♪

Is it what we wanted?

Of course not.

But is it what we need?

I say yes.

Our message has been heard
all over the world.

For the first time,
people are taking us seriously.

We all know that
real change comes at a price.

If we have to set
a few backfires

to stop the world from burning,
so be it.

- We're with you!
- Let's do this!

- Then let's get back to work.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- We're the first of our kind
in the city.

- How does it work?

- We receive orders
from the customer,

and our bots deploy
to the restaurant.

Food-service workers
put the order inside,

and then the autonomous
driving software takes over.

If it experiences any issues,

our controllers step in
to take over manual control.

- Your controllers?

- Our programmers
double as jockeys.

Uh, the one
who was working that night--

you'll want to talk to her.

- The hackers tried to corrupt
our backup files,

but we're good coders too.

We were able to retrieve
most of them.

At this point, we'd already
lost navigational control,

but the cameras
were still recording

when they projected the images.

- At some point, that bot made
a course correction.

Show them.

- That's the victim.
That's Tyler Pearson.

- Looks like
it's following him.

- Mm-hmm.

- There's a single audio file.

nse music]

y Darling Clementine"
playing]

- Is that
"My Darling Clementine"?

- Mm.

♪

[static crackling]

[dramatic music]

- Nice.

- "Nice"? That's all I get?

- I don't hand out compliments
like candy.

- Mm.
- You have to earn them.

- Noted.

- You're late, Max.

- Maybe because
the cops were at my work

for the last three hours.

- Which we expected.

They're not
completely incompetent.

Did they talk to you?
- No.

- Exactly.

And they won't
because the code made sure

none of this will ever
trace back to you.

Everyone should be here soon.

We'll go green
when we're all here.

- I think we should
give it a beat.

- [sniffs]

- On that too.

[tense music]

- You want to be
a revolutionary?

Then fucking nut up
and continue the fight.

You want to cosplay this shit?

Then I'll get you
a T-shirt of Che Guevara,

and you can go sell incense
down at Washington Square Park.

What's it gonna be?

- I'm in. [scoffs]

OK? I'm in.

- Then fucking get on it!

♪ ♪

Has anyone heard from Skye?

- No.

♪ ♪

- Fuck it.
We'll roll without her.

- Right now it only appears
to be affecting

electric vehicles.

Similar reports are coming in
from all five boroughs.

No one knows quite
what to make of it.

We ran into three minor
accidents on the way here.

re at Broome Street
and West Broadway,

it's backed up for days--
no movement in any direction.

Cars are parked
in the middle of the street,

and drivers are getting
out of their vehicles,

arguing with each other--
it's total mayhem.

tial reports indicate
that electric vehicles

e stalled out,

messages are appearing
on their touchscreens.

Witnesses we talked to claim
their cars have been hacked.

[tires squealing]

- What's happening?

- The brakes
aren't working either.

- Turn off the engine!
- I'm trying!

- Do something!

["My Darling Clementine"
playing]

- Jerry, look out!

[people shouting]

- Detective.

- No skid marks, no indication
they even tried to brake.

- Apparently it just missed
the reporter and his cameraman

and then plowed
into the news van.

Driver told first responders
the car had a mind of its own.

- Mm.

- She was airlifted
to Greenpoint.

Passenger died at the scene.

- So why control this car
and not the others?

- It's the robot attack
all over again.

They try to send a message,
and then something goes wrong.

- Mm, yeah.

Something that seems
like an accident.

You use the protest as a cover.

- I doubt it's the Collective.
- Hmm?

- Maybe a couple
of their members,

but I keep my eye
on groups like this.

They're artists.

Maybe they're
pissed-off artists,

but they're artists at heart.

- Until they're terrorists.

- Well, there's that.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, look who's a free man.

- Not a free man.

More like downgraded
to person of interest.

- Did they use my code?
It's my program again?

- Yeah, it looks like it.

- Excuse me. Sorry. May I?

Thank you.

[siren wailing in distance]

Looks like they pushed out
a fabricated OTA.

It's a over-the-air
software update.

It allowed them to take over
the vehicle's controls.

- You OK?

- Look, I mean,
it's definitely my code--

uh, part of it, anyway.

I mean, they--they built on it.
They made it better.

By better, I mean worse.

Look, I know I didn't do this.
- Mm-hmm.

- But I can't help
but feel responsible.

- I get it.

Trust me, I get it.

Ms. Powell?

Detective Stabler,
Detective Tanner.

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about the accident.

- [tearfully]
She's dead, isn't she?

- I'm sorry, she is, yes.

- [sniffles]

- I'm so sorry.

I know that
this is very difficult.

But can you tell us...

what happened
right before the crash?

- [sighs, whimpers]

We were going over my schedule,

and then the screen,
it just started to fritz.

And then I lost control
of the car.

- You couldn't steer?

- The brakes, the windows,
nothing was working.

It was driving itself.

There was nothing I could do.

- Do you remember
anything else?

Did you maybe see something
or hear something?

- Yeah, I thought maybe
I was dreaming, but...

I could swear I heard a song.

It was something familiar.

I don't know the name of it.

["My Darling Clementine"
playing over cell phone]

Yes. Yes, that's the one.

What does it mean?

- That's what we're trying
to figure out.

- Ms. Powell,
can you think of any reason

that someone might
want to target you?

- Me? I thought--

They said it was happening
to everyone.

- Yours was the only car
that lost control,

and we're investigating
a similar incident

from a few nights ago.

- I don't understand.

Someone did this on purpose?
They tried to kill me?

[breathes sharply]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey.

We're just talking
about how to incorporate

your latest piece.

I, uh, made a few adjustments.
I hope you don't mind.

- Stop it. Just stop.

You're gonna say
that was an accident too?

First Tyler, now Gemma?

We are supposed to be
in this together,

but you've gone
off the deep end.

I don't even know
who you are anymore.

- They're the ones
that lost themselves.

I wish you could see that.

[tense music]

- Listen to me.

You're going through
some serious shit right now,

but you can't take it out
on the world.

♪ ♪

- Maybe you're right.

♪ ♪

Maybe you don't know me
anymore.

♪ ♪

- I can't do this right now.
I've got to work.

♪ ♪

- Welcome home.

Tell me about Gemma Powell.

- Oh, well, she runs
an art gallery in Soho.

She's been there over a decade.

- A very expensive one,
by the way.

Nothing in there goes
for less than 100 grand.

- How about the other victim?

- Oh. Uh, Tyler Pearson.

He's a partner

in a non-fungible-tokens
trading platform.

He made over $20 million
last year in asset management.

- From digital art?

- They sure like
to call it that.

- So these two are basically
the face of everything

the Collective hates.

- But if the protests are
targeted killings,

why would the whole group
be going along with it?

- Sometimes all it takes
is a charismatic leader

to turn a vendetta
into a cause.

- I've been doing a deep dive
on the Collective's art,

and every city
has different motifs

with multiple signatures--
except for New York.

That's one motif,
one signature.

6088.

- Shit, I can't believe
I missed this.

This is an homage to Basquiat,
Jean-Michel Basquiat.

He was a New York artist,
big in the 1980s.

Even bigger
on wealth inequality.

- He was born in 1960.
He died in '88.

- That's our signature.

See if you can connect it
to any other protests

or any exhibitions.

- [scoffs] Got something.

Uh, it's an old
social-media post,

an artist talking
about how she came up

with a cool tribute to Basquiat
using the dates.

- Got a name?

- And a photo.

- Hmm.

[water running]

[water stops]

- Skye, someone's here
to see you.

- I haven't picked up a brush
in years, digital or otherwise.

Well, other than
to help the folks here.

- Once an artist,
always an artist,

isn't that what they say?

- At some point, you have
to get honest with yourself...

and pay your rent.
[chuckles]

- Have you heard
about the protests

happening around the city?
- Hasn't everyone?

- Uh, yeah,
I suppose everyone has,

but not everyone's had
their art projected

across a skyscraper

or piped into
a car's display screen.

- I don't understand.

- Um...

does this look familiar?

- That's some of my old stuff.

- Why is it part
of the Collective's stunts?

- Ten years ago,
I sold some of my old work

to an online
stock-images company

to pay the bills.
[cell phone ringing]

Anyone can download it
for a fee.

You can take a look yourself.
- OK.

- Uh, excuse me one sec.
I got to take this.

Becky, everything all right?

- So what was the name
of this...

[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, one more, one more!

We still haven't toasted
for those pricks

down in Internal Affairs yet.

May we get what we want,
may we get what we need,

and to that IAB asshole,
may you get what you deserve.

[laughter]

You need to get better
at handling your liquor

if you want to hang
with the big boys.

- I know, I know, I know.

- Hey.
- Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, Dad.

- Hey, hey, hey,
Becky was worried about you.

You were supposed to have
dinner with her parents.

- Oh, uh,
just tell her I'm fine.

- No, you tell her.
We're leaving.

- [sighs] Look, hey.

You can't tell me what to do.
- Stand up.

- I'm not 12.
- Then don't act like it.

Stand up. Say goodbye.
Let's go.

- Hey, take it easy, Detective.
- Hey.

A kid died by his gun.

You're out here partying
like nothing happened?

- Well, according to IAB,
nothing did.

- Yeah.
- It was a good kill.

- Sarge...

get between me
and my kid again,

and I'll kick
the living shit out of you.

♪ ♪

[baby fussing]

- It's funny
how they don't tell you.

- What's that?

- How hard it is
to feed a newborn.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Kathy went through that
with every one of our kids.

And you're right.
They don't tell you nothing.

- They also don't tell you
how difficult...

He killed someone, Elliot.

[cries]

- Hey.
- [crying]

[soft music]

- OK.
- [sobbing]

♪ ♪

Eli doesn't drink.

I've heard him at night, crying.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- Look, maybe
that's a good thing.

Maybe that's--just means
that he still feels something.

[baby fussing]

It's gonna be all right.

- I don't know
what Eli needs or wants.

He's--

he has changed.

- Hey, hey.

What he needs and wants is you.

You and Owen.

He's gonna see his way
through this.

- I hope so.

♪ ♪

I want to help him,
but I don't know how.

- [sighs]

What does he say
about all this?

- We don't talk about it.

- Mm.

- It's like he has
something to prove now.

♪ ♪

I just want him back.

♪ ♪

I just want the gentle soul
I fell in love with back,

and I feel like this job is
gonna kill that part of him.

♪ ♪

[baby fusses]

Can you hold him for a minute?
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

OK.

- Bathroom break. [sighs]
- Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[knock at door]

- I thought
you were the doctor.

- How's she doing?

- The same.

Worse.

I don't even know anymore.

- You have to stop this.

We need to lie low for a while.

Please, I can't watch you
do this anymore.

Let's get out of here,

just you and me...

start over somewhere else
before it's too late.

- I'm not leaving.

I'm not abandoning
what we've built.

- Then you're abandoning me.

I can't be a part
of this anymore.

- Hey. Sorry I had to run.

Family emergency.
- It's OK.

We didn't get much
after you left.

She clammed up pretty quickly.

- Yeah, well, it looks
like your girl's been busy.

- Uh-huh.

- She's got four misdemeanor
arrests for vandalism

and a handful of violations
for trespassing.

- She has an apartment
in Queens.

My team is working on getting
a search warrant.

But at the moment,
the evidence connecting her

with the Collective
is flimsy at best.

It's just some art
from ten years ago.

- Which she claimed was stolen.
- Well, maybe it was.

If you recall,
I was arrested three days ago

for something similar.

- With the possibility
that she could be lying,

I had Vargas pull folks
that she was arrested with,

hoping maybe some of these
names could start to put faces

to the Collective.

- Yeah, so far,
no direct connections,

but I'm--I'm only
halfway through.

[cell phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

- Tanner.

- It's Skye.

You came to see me,
gave me your card.

- Skye, yes.

I'm here
with Detective Stabler.

Are you OK?

- Honestly, I'm not sure.

I'm ready to talk.

- Where are you?
We'll come get you.

♪ ♪

- What the hell?

- ♪ Oh, my darling,
oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You are lost
and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪
[door rattles]

- No.

No, no, no, no, no.

- ♪ You are lost ♪
- Help!

- ♪ And gone forever ♪
- Someone please help me!

- ♪ Dreadful sorry,
Clementine ♪

[electricity crackling]

Please, A.G., don't do this!

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[sirens approaching]

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- That her?

- Mm.

Suspected smoke inhalation.

The automatic doors
were locked.

Couldn't get out.

- I just talked to her.

- Look, I'm sure
this doesn't help, but...

just to let you know,
to get an extreme reaction

like this means
we're getting close.

We're getting close
to him, right?

- Yeah.

All right, I'm gonna have my
guys look into her next of kin.

Maybe they know who
she's been spending time with.

- I'll have Vargas pull
surveillance from the school

and traffic cams.

Maybe we'll find something.
- Yeah.

You know, I used to be
in Education and Intelligence,

and I couldn't wait to get
out from behind that desk.

- Mm.
- Not on nights like this.

- Amen.

- [gulps, sighs]

I remember the first time
I met Skye.

Found her work online.

She was this gorgeous,

crazy-talented artist.

And me?

[chuckles]

Just some pencil-neck geek
who wanted to collaborate.

She wanted to challenge
the way people think...

Inspire others

to make the world
a better place.

She was the best of all of us,

and greed has once again
put a price on life

and made us the problem,
made us the criminal.

She made
the ultimate sacrifice...

gave up her life to protect me,
to protect you,

and to protect our message.

She would want us
to keep going...

to keep fighting,

because this is a goddamn war!

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

They haven't seen nothing yet.

♪ ♪

- Joe?

Oh.

- I'm right here, Mom.

- Oh, my God, sweetheart.

[both chuckle]

- Everything I've been through,
every place I've been,

as long as it led me
back to here to see you,

to tell you I love you...

it was worth it, Mom.

[somber music]

- You--you--
you seem troubled, honey.

- Oh, I'm fine.

♪ ♪

- Reach out to Elliot.

You can trust Elliot.

- There's nothing
Elliot can do for me now.

[scoffs]

- Oh.

- Come here.

♪ ♪

I love you.

♪ ♪

- Trust Elliot.

Oh, my God.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]