Original subtitles

- In the nation's largest city,

the vicious and violent members of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized Crime Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

- Your boss ordered a hit on me and missed.

You think Wheatley can get to you inside Rikers, huh?

- What do you think?

- Bekher just works for us.

- NYPD can monitor your every move.

So can I.

- He activated the bomb from across the street.

It was Sasha Lenski.

Why would anyone want to kill Kathy?

- So many questions and never any answers.

- I'm missing something

and I can't figure out what it is.

- Somebody's making their own Purple Magic.

My brother, Simon, may have been drugged by the same crew.

- Never seen him before.

We better find him before Wheatley does.

- Felix, you have one option.

CI's heading east.

- Hold on, wait. Something's going down.

[gunshot] - Liv, down!

♪

- Felix Tinga was your CI.

You sent him in there.

So he walked out onto Lispenard,

where you were staked out not more than 20 yards away.

- You and Detective Stabler watched from the car

as your CI was assassinated in front of your eyes.

- I made a call.

And I think it was the right call.

[phone ringing]

[doorknob clicks]

- What did you tell them?

- What are you talking about? I told them the truth.

- Did you tell them that I told you to stay in the car

when you wanted to get out? - Mm-hmm.

- You said that I ordered you to stay in the car?

- No, I did not tell them

that you ordered me to stay in the car.

- But you let them believe that there was

a window of opportunity for you to save Felix Tinga

and I stopped you?

- I don't know what they told you in there.

I don't know what you think you heard.

I specifically said that if I'd gotten out of that vehicle,

I'd have been a dead man, and you saved my ass.

And, by the way, you're welcome.

- [exhales sharply] You're not dismissed.

- I'm standing right here, Captain.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Thank you.

- What the hell's going on? - It's all good.

Captain Benson cleared it up.

Come on, man. Let me buy you a drink.

You've had a night.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- Black Lives Matter protests

continue into the night.

Now, after the verdict was passed down,

the mayor asked...

- What can I do for you, young man?

Ah.

A replica Selmer Maccaferri.

Pretty good one too.

That's a beautiful guitar you got there.

- Thanks.

- You know who played Selmer Macca...

- Django Reinhardt.

- You as good as Django? - Maybe one day.

[both laugh] - I believe it.

Yeah, you came to the right place.

So what does she need?

- Just a couple refrets. One and two.

- Should be ready, uh, Saturday.

- Seriously? Wow.

- Well, we can't have the next Django Reinhardt

going the whole weekend without his baby now, can we?

Don't worry. I'll take good care of her.

- Appreciate you, man.

[upbeat music]

- Hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hands where we can see them! - Don't move!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!

[both grunt] - Stay down!

- They ran up the block! - I said stay down!

- Stay down! - [screaming]

- So you gonna share what happened in that meeting

between you, Benson, and Garland?

All right.

- She means a lot to you.

Captain Benson.

- Partners for a lot of years.

- I know you've taken a lot of Ls lately.

- "A lot of Ls"?

- Losses.

And I don't really know the dynamic between you two, but...

you need to find someone else.

- To do what?

- Move on.

[phone chimes]

Hey.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Slow down.

Hey.

Where is he? Where is he? - He's inside with my sister.

Ayanna...

- I know, baby. I'm here.

- His hand is crushed.

Every bone in his hand.

- Did your nephew get any names or shield numbers?

- I don't know.

- Stabler, this is my wife, Denise Bullock.

This is Elliot Stabler. - Nice to meet you.

What can I do for you?

- Nothing.

- Thanks, Elliot. - Mm-hmm.

- Hey. Hey, buddy.

I'm so sorry.

- Okay, what matters is most is you're okay.

All right?

[sighs] I'm so sorry.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- I'm out here!

Seems this is becoming a regular thing.

- [forced laugh]

[quietly] Yeah.

I was just, uh...

- Hmm?

- That's a lie.

- Well, um...

Can I get you something?

Stronger than tea this time? [both laugh]

- No, thank you. - Okay.

[soft music]

♪

It's okay.

[softly] It's okay.

- [exhales]

♪

- [breathlessly] Okay. What are we doing?

What are we doing?

Okay.

- Uh...

♪

[door shuts]

[sighs]

[knocking on door]

- [sighs]

[sighs]

The open house doesn't start until noon,

but if you leave your card,

I'll have the realtor contact you.

- Gonna let me in?

- No.

- Thank you.

Wow.

This is, um,

not a nice place you got here, Gina.

- I bet you use that line on all your son's girlfriends

that you bust in on uninvited.

- Actually, no, this apartment is particularly...

dingy.

- How'd you even know where I live?

I'm not listed.

- I had you followed.

I've been looking into you, Gina.

You have a surprisingly unremarkable past,

Ms. Cappelletti,

for a girl from Ozone Park.

One arrest for assault and resisting arrest.

Damn, Gina.

Tell me about that.

- [scoffs]

You already seem to know everything.

- Humor me.

- Okay.

Uh, I was at the bowling alley

on Rockaway with my girl, Kendra.

She's Black.

We're having a good time.

We're chilling while we bowl, dancing,

and then, these three Jamaica Estate bitches

roll up in the lane next to us.

And one of them goes to pick up the ball that Kendra just used,

and her friend goes, "Janice,

"I wouldn't use that ball.

Not after that N-word used it."

So... I looked inward,

I took a breath, and I summoned restraint

the Dalai Lama himself would've been very proud of.

And I laid her out.

- Clearly she didn't know who she was dealing with.

I'm scared of you. - Mm.

- You're trouble.

- I can be.

But if you turned up here

thinking I'm gonna sleep with you...

- Well...

That's definitely not happening.

Not in this rat's nest... - It's not happening, period,

Mr. Wheatley.

I like Richie.

Okay?

I really like him.

- Good.

Congratulations, Gina.

You just passed the final test.

- I have to get ready for work.

- How about I give you a ride?

How long will it take you to get dressed?

- [chuckles]

- Yo, I'll be back in 15.

[phone buzzes]

- What's up?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Be there in five.

Do you mind if I make a stop?

I'll be just a minute. Wait in the car.

[indistinct chatter]

[distant gunfire]

- Other side of the wall!

[indistinct shouting]

- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Shots fired. 1122 Flatbush.

They're shooting up the place!

[tense music]

♪

[hip-hop music playing in headphones]

[gunshots echo]

[indistinct chatter]

Everything all right?

- Everything's sweet. - Good.

Now can you please drive my ass to work?

- He goes by El Gato.

This was the guy Felix was meeting with

when we wired him up.

- And what about this guy over here?

- Hey, long hair!

He whacked Felix.

- Hey. - Hmm?

Hmm. - What?

That the guy who came after you and Benson?

- I don't recognize him.

So I see two potential scenarios here.

Robbery-homicide by a rival gang

looking for drugs and money.

both: Or it's Wheatley.

- He took him out for stepping on his Purple Magic.

Got all the bad batches off the street.

Rehabilitated his brand. - It's a good theory.

Let's, uh, see what CSU and Ballistics has to say.

How's your nephew doing?

- Pretty shaken up. - Mm.

- Doctor said he might have nerve damage.

[light thump]

- [whispers] You sweep this place?

- No, sir.

[tense music]

♪

- [gasps]

[whimpering]

- Where's the little girl?

- We put her in my office.

Called Child Protective Services.

They're on their way down. - Did she say anything?

- Detective Stabler thought it'd be best to wait for you.

I agreed.

- This poor child.

[softly] Giana.

Hi.

That is such a pretty name.

My name is Olivia,

and this is my friend, Elliot, but you two met, right?

- Hi, Giana.

You know, in Italian, your name means "God is gracious"?

You're very lucky to have that name.

- That an elephant?

Does he or she have a name?

You know what they say about elephants, right?

An elephant never forgets.

They have the most amazing memories.

Do you have a memory like an elephant?

- Maybe.

- I bet you do.

So, Giana, I need to ask you a couple of questions.

Let's see if your memory is like your elephant's.

Would that be okay?

Yeah?

- Here you go.

- Giana.

Did you see the bad people

that came to your apartment earlier?

Yeah? Did you see their faces?

- Uh-uh.

- No?

Where were you when you saw them?

- In the bathroom.

My uncle told me to wait in there.

- You uncle told you to wait in the bathroom?

And who's your uncle?

- Uncle K. He left to get me a Happy Meal.

I wasn't supposed to come out,

but I peeked through the door.

- Oh, that's okay.

Did you see, um, did you see their hands?

Did you see the color of their skin?

No? What about their clothes?

Did you see what they were wearing?

- Yes.

- Can you tell me what you saw?

Hey, sweetheart. I know you're scared.

And that's okay. That's totally normal.

But you're being really, really brave right now.

And I'm so proud of you.

Sweetheart, can you tell me what you saw?

Are you pointing to his badge?

- Mm-hmm.

- Police, Giana? The bad people were police?

Okay.

Great job, sweetheart.

You do have a memory like an elephant.

- Okay, I just checked in with Central

and every precinct in Brooklyn.

There was no police activity

at the victim's Flatbush Avenue apartment today.

- No radio runs?

- There was nothing aside from the current.

There was no warrants to be executed.

There's nothing connected to that address.

- Well, nothing recorded. Doesn't rule out corrupt cops.

Hey, we need a lead on this Uncle K.

Apparently, there was a fourth crew member.

- All right, I got to roll.

Hit me up if you get anything.

Good to see you, Captain. - Take care, Ayanna.

- Ballistics confirms that one of the vic's guns

from the Flatbush apartment

matches the bullet that killed Felix Tinga.

- Mm. - But there were no matches

to the bullets that were recovered from your SUV.

So who was that shooter?

both: Uncle K.

- Hi. Can I get the key to the ladies' room?

- Someone's already using it.

- What do you got?

- The triple homicide on Flatbush.

- What about it? - What angle are you working?

- There was a little girl found in the apartment.

Said it was the cops.

- Yeah, they were dressed as cops.

But I was pretty sure they were not cops.

- You were... - I was there.

- Wait...

What the hell were you doing...

- Wheatley showed up at my apartment this morning,

supposedly to finish his little security check on me.

And he insisted on driving me to work.

So on the way, he had to make a detour.

So we roll up, I see these uniforms outside,

and they look very sketchy to me.

And then Wheatley leaves me in the car,

he goes inside.

A few seconds later, the cops go in.

The next thing I know, pop, pop, pop.

- You were the one that made the anonymous 911 call.

- I was just hoping there was a car a few blocks away,

'cause I went inside, but I only got a couple steps up.

- Can you place Wheatley at the apartment?

- I didn't see him come out. I'm sorry.

- Nah, don't be sorry.

You took a risk just going inside.

- There was a little girl in the apartment?

- Yeah, a daughter of one of the girls

from the Trick Roll Crew.

She said she was waiting for her uncle

to bring her a Happy Meal.

- I saw that dude. He was coming up the steps,

and then booked when he heard shots.

He had this crazy, crazy neck tattoo.

It was like a spiderweb.

Is he in the wind? - We're looking for him.

Good work.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music]

♪

- Stop! Hey!

Police!

Police! Stop!

- Police! Stop right there!

[horn honks]

- No, you don't!

[all grunt]

Hold him down. - Don't move.

You better name names.

- I'll tell you what you want to know.

♪

- Well, I'll tell you what.

I've never heard of fast food saving a guy's life.

- Is Giana okay?

- How do you take your six-year-old niece

to an apartment filled with drugs and guns

and tell her to hang out in the bathroom while you step out?

How?

- Okay, let's talk about the drugs.

How long were you and your crew knocking off Purple Magic?

- Maybe six months.

I was against it from the jump, but I got overruled.

- Is that so? Why were you against it?

Other than the fact that you're so smart?

- Word was out. You don't step on Purple Magic.

But Gato and the others said the money was too good.

I said wasn't no amount of money worth it.

- Because why? - It was just a matter of time

before he did us like the others.

- He who?

Give me a name. - I don't have no names.

All I know is if you step on Purple Magic,

he takes you out. You gone.

- Okay, so there were other crews.

What others, Kwan?

- Crew over on Church.

Those four guys on Bedford.

I don't know. Fulton, I think?

And another one on Francis Lewis Boulevard.

- Francis Lewis Boulevard. Which one was that?

- I don't know which was which,

but whoever this dude is is stone-cold.

- You mean like rolling up on a cop car and unloading into it?

That kind of stone-cold?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Your gun does. We recovered it from your apartment, Kwan.

Ballistics don't lie.

- Conspiracy to sell a controlled substance,

possession of a weapon,

attempted murder on two police officers.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, you just hang tight.

There's someone else I want you to meet.

[knocks on glass]

♪

- I know you know your sister.

How about these others?

Huh?

You need a little help?

Piper.

Despina.

And Felix Tinga.

How long were you supplying drugs

for their trick roll scheme?

- Jade came to me maybe two years ago.

Said Felix had an idea to roll rich guys

by drugging them and ripping them off.

He had the girls, just needed the drugs.

- And what were you supplying them with?

- Back then? Heroin.

- Cut with fentanyl.

Yeah.

What about him?

His name was Simon.

- I don't know him... - I do.

He was my brother.

He's dead.

He overdosed of heroin and fentanyl...

That you gave your sister.

Look at him. Don't look away.

Look at him.

That's right.

You know what I hope and pray?

[whispering] That the thought of him haunts you

for the rest of your pathetic life.

[dark music]

♪

- [exhales]

Liv.

Liv. - [sighs]

I spent the last two years

thinking Simon did this to himself.

Like somehow his addiction caught up with him.

- He didn't deserve it.

I mean, nobody deserves it. I'm just...I'm sorry.

So now you know the truth.

And you can let it go.

- Have you heard anything about Kathy's case?

- [inhales deeply, exhales]

[clears throat]

Moennig's keeping me in the dark.

He told me to just

stay away from it, so...

I don't like it, but I'm staying away.

- Well, you seem better.

- [laughs] Do I?

Thanks. I...

Actually confused as hell.

About so many things.

- Well, you look better.

So whatever it is you're doing,

keep doing it.

♪

- Hey, Jet, I need you to dig into some homicide files.

One on Church, one on Bedford, one on Foster.

Multiple vics. Drug-related.

- The cases Kwan referenced.

- Everything all right? - Yeah.

Upstairs heard about Denise's nephew.

- Can I help?

- I'll let you know if it becomes a problem.

- Yo! I have Wheatley in his office with Bekher.

- Here we go. Time for Bekher to deliver.

- Vince Weiss is an excellent attorney.

He'll take care of you.

When's your next court date?

Are they presenting to the grand jury?

I trust you're not testifying.

That's a sucker's bet.

All you're doing is creating a...

a record for them to cross-examine you

at a later trial.

Am I talking to myself here, Izak?

Are you listening to me?

- What? Did we lose connection?

- No, we're still up.

Now we've lost the connection. - No way is it dead.

We have way more battery life on that thing.

- It's not the battery.

It's been disabled.

- Bekher's playing us.

- That was my bug you stepped on in Wheatley's office.

- Detective, relax. - Don't you...

Now is a bad time to tell me that; that was my bug.

- It's my job to find those things.

I told the boss so he would start to trust me again.

- Oh, yeah? So why don't you tell me something right now

so I can trust you again?

- The triple homicide on Flatbush?

The crew slinging bogus Purple Magic?

- What about it?

- Normally, that would've been mine.

I would've organized it and executed it.

But he used someone else. - Yeah? Who?

- I don't know.

Finding the bug, which is part of my job,

I hope it will get him trusting me again.

I need you to be a little patient.

- No, not part of my DNA. I want results.

Now you get me something I can use,

or this deal is off and you're going back.

- Ready?

go.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[cheers and applause]

Well done.

All right, way to go.

Everyone out.

Thank you. Have a beautiful week.

Maya, that was amazing.

- That was impressive.

- What can I say?

She's got an excellent teacher.

- Yeah, she does.

I, uh...

- You don't have to explain.

- Well, that's good, 'cause I can't.

Um...

I don't know who that was last night.

- Well, he kind of looked like you.

- I had no business being there.

- I'm not sure if that's what I was hoping to hear.

It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't have wanted you to.

I'm not easy, and I can handle myself.

- I know.

- You feel guilty.

- I feel a lot of things these days.

- Well, you're still grieving.

- Is that what this is? Mutual grieving?

- I don't think so.

At least not for me.

- Can I offer you a lift home?

- Oh, I think I'm gonna walk for a little bit.

The cold air will do me good.

Can I admit something to you?

- Of course.

- You terrify me, Elliot Stabler.

- Why would you say that?

- How you fell into my life so suddenly,

the circumstances, the things I feel...

I wasn't prepared for you.

- Were you prepared for me, baby?

- Richard.

What are you doing here? - No, no, no.

The question is, what is he doing here?

Are you trying to get into my ex-wife's pants?

If you are, I wouldn't blame you.

She's fine as hell.

But that's not really why you've been dogging her, is it?

- Oh, Richard, get out. - I found this

at Contrapos earlier today.

Sure he hasn't planted one in your office

or your apartment, where he was last night?

- Sounds like I planted one up your ass too.

- You want to come at me?

Come at me.

But don't you ever go near my family again.

[bug clatters on floor]

- I really appreciate y'all sitting down with me.

This is gonna put me

in a really tough position.

- Am I interrupting?

- Detective Stabler. Terrance Bryant.

- Yes, sir. The Brooklyn Borough president.

Chief of Detectives, Deputy Chief Garland.

Everything all right?

- Yeah, I was just telling them

that you know about my wife's nephew.

- We're glad Ayanna trusted you with that.

It means we're gonna trust you.

- This lady means a lot to us. We believe in her.

- But this lawsuit's gonna put her

in a very uncomfortable spotlight.

- Yes, sir. It certainly is.

- The only way she survives it is

the task force needs to accomplish

what it was set up to do. - It's on both of you now.

Take Richard Wheatley down, you'll have done your jobs.

Failure to do so, her career is over.

[tense music]

♪

- Is this...

- Arson and Explosion reconstructed

the pipe bomb that was used on your rental car.

- [sighs]

What are the markings here? They look like etchings.

- Vise marks from the pressure applied at either end

when it was being assembled.

- The same concept as Ballistics.

Sasha Lenski?

- We didn't find a vise at his place,

and the two we found at the auto shop

where he worked didn't match. - Too sophisticated.

There's no way Lenski built this bomb.

- Agreed.

I told you I'd let you know

when we found anything meaningful.

- That the homicide Kwan told us about?

- This is the one on Church.

Washburn has Bedford Avenue. Morales has Foster.

- Common denominators?

- Well, multiple DOAs, all with drug records.

And as you can see, multiple gunshot wounds.

- The door was also busted off the hinges in all three.

- They find any drugs?

- Apartments were ransacked,

but no drugs listed on any of these property vouchers.

- Sarge? - Yeah.

- I met with Moennig this morning.

- About? - Well, he called me in.

A&E reconstructed the pipe bomb that killed Kathy.

- Mm-hmm. - There were these

unique markings on it

that came from a vise.

- Find the vise, find who made the bomb.

- Yeah. - Thanks for letting me know.

- I just want to make sure that everything between us

is above board. - Yeah.

Jet, I need you to find credit card receipts

dating back a couple years, purchases from hardware stores,

DIY stores, metal shops.

- For? - Izak Bekher.

- You read my mind.

Hey, I also want to say

that I appreciate you having my back on this.

- Yeah. Well, when the time comes and the tables turn,

I hope you'll have mine.

- Hey. We got something.

I got a DD5, says that the tenant in the apartment

directly above the scene claims she heard "police"

right before the door smashed in.

- Same on Foster. Canvass of eighth floor.

-Occupant of apartment 8 -D states he heard shouts of "police,"

then a door smashing.

- Those police were Wheatley's guys

dressed up as cops. - Francis Lewis Boulevard.

I knew I recognized it when it came out of his mouth.

Francis Lewis Boulevard.

It's where Rafiq Wheatley was murdered.

- What did they find in the apartment?

- "Multiple pills.

Composition unknown."

- Why don't you take a ride down

to the property clerk's office?

- Thank you.

[uneasy music]

♪

- You didn't have to tail Richard's car

and follow me home last night.

- I wanted to make sure you were all right.

- Well, I got into his car of my own accord

to put an end to his little performance piece.

Let him know that he made his point.

You're heavy today, Detective.

What's on your mind?

- "Detective"? - Yeah.

Something's different.

And right now, you feel more like "Detective" than "Elliot."

- [clears throat]

I'm a place I don't want to be.

- With me?

- What this is cannot happen right now.

- And what is this? - I don't know.

I don't know.

- Then...

why don't we just let it be

whatever you need it to be right now?

- Hold on a second. Hold on. You just called me "Detective"

back there because that is what I am.

That's what brought us together.

I did not fall into your life.

I was driven into it for a reason.

Now, I am hunting the person who is responsible

for killing my wife and taking your son away from you.

That is my duty. That is my responsibility.

- That is what brought us together...

- You're the ex-wife of a prime suspect,

and I am where I should not be in so many ways.

I am not gonna allow these emotions

to derail me from my mission.

Especially emotions I don't even understand.

- Detective Stabler.

You have a higher calling.

A mission to... - Please. Please don't...

- No, no.

I mean it sincerely.

Elliot, you need...

to slay your dragons.

So how about we start over?

Detective Elliot Stabler, I'm Professor Angela Wheatley.

I believe I have...

some information that might be of value to you.

So can I take you to dinner tonight and, uh, share?

- Well, I actually have a few questions to ask you,

so we'll have to go Dutch.

- Strictly business.

- Until I put the dragons down.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone chimes]

Stabler.

- We were right. Izak bought the vise.

Where are you right now?

- I'll meet you at the corner of Broadway and 1-2-0.

- You got to go? - Yes.

I'm sorry.

- Do what you need to do.

[tense music]

♪

- [grunts]

- August 9th, last year.

Bekher bought a 4-inch swivel vise

from a hardware store 5 miles from Wheatley's house.

Carisi's getting a warrant right now.

I reached out to Bekher. He's meeting us in three hours.

- Why does he think we're meeting?

- I told him we had a plan to put a bug

in Wheatley's wine cellar.

Stabler. Stabler!

No matter what happens, we need him to testify

that Wheatley gave the order to kill Kathy.

[dramatic music]

♪

- If you think I'm gonna be

planting a bug in that wine cellar,

this is going to be a very disappointing meeting.

What is this?

What the hell is going on?

I'm cooperating here.

What do you want from me? - Bekher...

- I'm telling you everything I know.

- Bekher, shut up.

Right now, right at this very second,

there's more than a dozen cops in your apartment,

turning it upside down.

- Is that right?

- Your office, your apartment in Brooklyn,

the storage facility on Atlantic.

They're searching every inch.

- What is it you think you're gonna find?

- A vise.

The vise you used to make a pipe bomb

that you gave to Sasha Lenski. - [grunts]

The bomb that killed my wife. - It's not what you think it...

[grunting]

- Why?

Why? Why did Wheatley want my wife dead?

- He didn't!

- Why?

- He didn't give the order. [groans]

Angela Wheatley did.

[dramatic music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]