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- 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.

- Welcome.
- Cuff her.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Kathy Stabler.

Your son got caught
by his adoptive father,

who dealt with him the only way

that he deals with anybody
who rips him off.

- I want to help you
put Richard Sinatra in a cell

for the rest of his life.

- You're gonna file
a lawsuit against the NYPD?

- We're gonna need
your support, Ayanna.

I realize
it's complicated for you.

- Richie, you brought a rat
into our house.

You made this mess;
you're gonna clean it up.

- Richie...
[gunshots]

- The purpose of the meet
is for our buyer

to make a large purchase
of illegal COVID product.

- As soon as the transfer
of crypto-currency,

goes to Wheatley, we get
in there, make the bust.

- You ready to make a deal?

[tense dramatic music]

♪

- [groans quietly]

- [panting]

- Thanks, babe.

I've got to finish
getting ready for work.

♪

- You were up late last night.

- Yeah, I was going over
my briefs.

I'm making
the opening statement.

- Well, you are gonna be

the finest seven-months
pregnant lawyer

to ever sued the NYPD.

- And I was worrying about you.

- Mm...

Don't worry.

We're ready for today.
We've been ready.

- Promise me.

♪

- Cut.
We good?

♪

- Walk away from me
and say something

in a conversational tone.

♪

- If this goes down
like we planned,

first round's on me.
- Good to go.

- I heard you're not eating.

Is this a hunger strike?

- It's not a political act.
I just haven't been hungry.

- Angela, you need to eat.
Please try.

- I'll eat when Richard's
in custody.

- Are you and your client
ready to make a deal yet?

- I have some conditions.

- Go ahead, help yourself.

Mi casa es su casa.

- Sorry, I should've waited.
- I'm kidding.

Have a glass of orange juice,
my man.

- Richie, can I pour you some?
- Richard.

Richie is a boy's name.

I think we can agree that
my son's not a boy anymore.

- Like I told him, boss,
he made his bones.

Honestly, I didn't know
he had it in him.

- Me neither.
- [chuckles]

Dad, what time are we meeting
with Silvano?

- I'm picking him up in
45 minutes outside his hotel

and bringing him
to the location.

[tense music]

♪

What is this?

- Oh, don't worry,
it's just precautionary.

We're about to enter
into a deal

that will elevate
the Wheatley enterprise

to un unprecedented level
of global influence.

And I expect the level
of scrutiny on us

to increase accordingly.

So I brought on a new security
detail for extra insurance.

It's not to diminish
your dedication

or effectiveness, Izak,

both of which
I'll always cherish.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[soft piano music]

- Mmm.
- [speaking Italian]

- I'm still enjoying
my American breakfast.

Mmm.

[grumbles]

[speaking Italian]

Show time.

[tense dramatic music]

♪

- We're live with Silvano.

- Mmm, buono.

- I wish I'd given him a watch
instead of a hearing aid.

- Why's that?

- He's
an extremely loud chewer.

- Good morning, Mr. Silvano.

- Okay, he's made contact.

- Only him.
- Mi scusi?

- This is not how we arranged.
- Mr. Wheatley's orders.

Is there a problem?

♪

- No, not a problem.

[speaking Italian]

- I'm gonna need your phone.
Mr. Whe...

- I don't take orders
from Mr. Wheatley.

♪

- What is it?
There a problem?

- Gina Cappelletti
hasn't checked in

in the last 18 hours.

- She's usually pretty
good about that?

- Always.

[somber music]

♪

- Can I get a minute
with my client before we start?

- [sighs]

Yeah.
I'll be right outside.

- Thank you.

Are you sure about this?

Because there's
a very good chance

we could beat these charges
if we let it go to trial.

- I am.

He murdered my son, Ellsworth.

- I understand
you believe that.

But could it be a ploy?

- Detective Stabler
wouldn't do that to me.

He was telling me the truth.

- Did you sleep
with this detective?

- God, does it matter?

- It doesn't matter to me.
But yes, it does matter.

- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I didn't sleep with him.

- Are you in love with him?

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Okay, we need to hit
all of our marks today.

Sloot will be monitoring comms.

Our CI, Izak Bekher,
will deliver Silvano

to Joey Raven's warehouse,
where the deal is going down.

The Guardos and the Wheatleys
are partners,

so there's gonna be
a ton of firepower.

- And as we discussed,
we're listening for Wheatley

to ask Silvano to take care
of the competition...

NGOs, government agents,
or petty dictators.

- We're talking about
assassinating a head of state.

- Yes.

- Is ESU in place?

- Captain, are you
and your team in position?

- Chambliss.
We're 84.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- ESU is confirmed.

- Okay, so
the most important thing:

do not jump until Sloot
records the transfer

of crypto-currency from Silvano
to Wheatley's account.

You look to me for the signal.

And we go in and we arrest him.

♪

[music intensifies]

♪

- So who's Bekher?
Which one?

I'm supposed
to meet Izak Bekher.

Where is Bekher?

- Hang on, Bekher's not
in the car with Silvano.

- What do you mean?

- Silvano just let us know.
He's MIA.

- Sit tight.

Mr. Wheatley is going
to call you.

- Did he check in
with you today?

- No, I figured he didn't
have a window.

- Gina, and now Bekher?

- What do you want to do?

- Let's move.

♪

[tense dramatic music]

♪

- You know why we had
to dispense with Izak?

- I figured you had
your reasons.

- You killed a police officer,
Richard.

Izak was an eye-witness.

It's something
he would've held over you

for the rest of your life.

♪

- So who are these new guys?

- The Bogner Group.

The most discreet,

highly-skilled
operators on the planet.

And you know
what's cool about them?

They have
no conscience whatsoever.

I've been in talks
with them for months.

Today...today
we made it official.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Twelve men, including Raven.

- Confirming twelve Guardo men
entering the location.

They're inside,
which means they're offline

until Silvano steps in.

- How're they doing?

- Let's move.

♪

You.
C'mon.

Set up the feed.

You got it?
- Yeah.

- Bye.

- We figure on nine men
positioned as shooters.

- Copy that.

- Any word on Silvano?
- I'm in contact with Silvano.

He's on the move
in one of Wheatley's vehicles.

- Where's your inside guy?
- Haven't heard from Bekher.

- So you don't have
a location on Wheatley?

- We're standing by
and waiting for Wheatley

to make contact with Silvano.

- I've got six other warrants
lined up today, Detective.

If this thing
is gonna go south,

I need you
to cut us loose.

- It's not going south.

- Hey, Cap.
Do you know about this?

- Can you confirm any of
the things we've heard?

- This morning we filed
a civil lawsuit

for personal injury
and assault and battery

against the NYPD on behalf
of Damon King,

and a claim against
the two police officers

that assaulted Damon for
violation of his civil rights.

- What about your wife,
Sergeant Ayanna Bell?

Where is she on all this?
- You should ask her.

She's quite capable
of speaking for herself.

- Does she support
a lawsuit against

her own police department
and her fellow officers?

- Sergeant Bell would prefer
not to be associated

with any of this.

But, like I said,
I won't speak for her,

and yet I believe
that she believes

we are doing the right thing.
Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- Any sign of Wheatley yet?
- Not directly,

but Silvano's en route.

- I hate to do this, but we
have other warrants to execute

that will actually go.

One is about to pop off now.
We're moving out.

- Captain Chambliss,
I don't know what

you think is happening here...

- I think you're wasting
our time, Sergeant.

Your CI is MIA.
Your target is out of pocket.

If the situation was reversed,
would you have our backs?

- What the hell
is the talking about?

- I'm pretty sure
he's talking about Denise.

♪

[phone buzzes]

- Nothing is as we planned.
This is not how I do business.

- Trust me, my friend.

We're right on schedule
and everything is sweet.

By the end of the day,
you and I will be partners

in an unstoppable offensive.

- Wheatley's in contact
with Silvano.

Morales and Washburn
are following them

at a good distance.

- Yeah, I've got Silvano too.
Wheatley's made contact.

- I'm calling Moennig to see
if he can pull

an SRG unit to back us up...

- Who are these men in the car
with me, huh?

What happened to Bekher?

- We're not working with him
anymore, but that's immaterial.

This is between you and me.

We're only a few miles away
from one another

and I have us covered
in every direction.

- [sighs]
Wheatley's closing in

and Chambliss
just bailed on us.

- It sounds like Bekher is out.

- What do you mean,
Bekher is out?

Do you know why
Chambliss bailed?

- Because he had other warrants
and he didn't believe

Wheatley was gonna show.

- He bailed because
he's a bigoted scumbag.

- Okay, that's not helpful
right now.

Lieutenant, this op is about

to go live in less
than ten minutes.

We've been working
on this for months.

We can't just back down now.

- Have you seen
your wife's press conference?

- I've been a little busy
this morning.

- There's too much chaos.
I don't have backup.

You can't handle this alone,
Sergeant.

- She's not alone.
She's with me.

And I'm with her.
We've got a great team.

We've got this.

- Let's get ready to dismount.

[intense music]

♪

- All right, boys, get ready.
It's show time.

[dog barking, whining]

[indistinct chatter]

- I think we got
something here.

- Got it.

- Come on, let's go.
[dog whining]

[dog barking]
Got it, got it.

[dogs whining]

- Heel, heel, heel!

♪

- [whispers]
Here, here, here.

[foghorn blaring]

- Commander, we got a problem.

We got a camera
that wasn't there yesterday.

- Show me.

[tense music]

♪

Richard, what's wrong
with this picture?

- Somebody's watching us.
- Wanna bet who?

[phone buzzing]

- Ah, don't panic, Richard.
The location's not compromised.

- I'm not panicked because
I think the location

is compromised.

I'm panicked
that I'm in business

with a bunch
of moronic street punks

that don't even know
how to conceal

their over-the-counter
toy surveillance camera.

You're out of the deal.

- [grunting angrily]

- Tell your men to stand down.

We're moving the location.

- Where to?

- Wheatley's heading away
from the location.

- Okay, is he calling
off the meeting?

- Too soon to say.
I couldn't hear them.

- And now you bring me
back here.

Then you take me there!

Now we are back again
on Sutton Street.

Now where we going?

[speaking Italian]
Is it merry-go-round, huh?

- He's not calling it off.
He's moving it.

Everyone needs to know
the situation is dynamic.

- Okay, make sure Morales
and Washburn stay tight.

- Copy that, Sergeant; they've
got eyes on Silvano's vehicle.

They're waiting to see
where he goes.

♪

Sergeant, request permission
to leave the headquarters.

- Excuse me?
- With all due respect,

the team feels
a little thin right now.

I heard Lieutenant Moennig

saying he couldn't
find an SRG unit.

I can stay on top of comms
wherever you place me.

- Have you shot your gun
since requal?

- Yes, ma'am.
And I have it on standby.

- Morales.
- We're right behind him.

- You and Freddie understand
this operation is dynamic.

We are out here
with little back-up.

- We know what's going down,
Sergeant.

Me and Washburn
are with you all the way.

- A hundred percent.

- We got a good team.
We can handle this.

- I just wish
we had Cappelletti right now.

- Amen.

Where are they going?

- Silvano's getting out of
the Mercedes on Lafayette.

Where are you?
- 9th Street.

- Subway.
- Astor Place subway stop.

There's two entrances
to the same platform,

one on the Lafayette side,
the other off 9th.

- That's where they're headed.

- Some stations are equipped
with CCTV cams, not all.

- No cameras on the trains.
- I'll call Transit.

- Washburn, Morales, I need you
to get down on the platform

and give me some eyes.

- Let's go.

- Detective Sullivan,
this is Sergeant Ayanna Bell

from Organized
Crime Task Force.

- I just sent you a text.

I need you to send
a photo of Wheatley.

- Copy that.

- I think I see my friend
over there.

- Transit post number two
to Central.

84 at Astor Place Station.

- A transit UC has
a visual on Wheatley.

- Our guys are
sticking close to Silvano.

But we've got a problem.

- What's the problem?

- Silvano's earpiece
is in and out.

It wasn't designed to transmit
in the subway and if they make

the deal down there,
it's not gonna record.

- Do you have
something that will?

- A directional mic.

- But that means you got to get
down there and hide it.

- And you're not
going down there

because it's too dangerous.

- I ride the subway
all the time.

- We need you on comms.
We can't do this flying blind.

- It's recording.

Just don't touch the screen
in the upper left corner.

This should only take
a few minutes.

Can I just get a bun?

- Sullivan, let your UC know
one of my guys

is coming down there
to give her a directional mic.

- I appreciate that you can
make the trip, Gianluca.

I hope your flight was okay and
the hotel is to your liking.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- I don't have any money.
Do you want a hot dog?

I hope you like relish.
- Bless you, child.

- Thanks.
You too.

- I know there was some
back and forth this morning,

and I appreciate you
sticking with us, Gianluca.

Let's get down to business.
- Yeah, let's.

- There are things
we must discuss first

which are not to talk
about here, in public.

- Don't worry, you're
in a safe spot.

Trust me.

- Silvano's stalling.
He doesn't know we've got him.

We need to find a way
to let him know.

Morales, copy?

- Copy.

- Okay, I need you and Washburn
to find a way to let

Silvano know
that we have ears on them.

- Say the name Saint Domitilla.

He'll know it's me; you just
gotta make sure he hears it.

- Hey, guys, so sorry here,

I'm...I'm looking for
Saint Domitilla Church.

Oh, my God.
Which train goes to...

Hey, all right.
No reason.

Saint Domitilla Church?

Any of you guys know
where that is...anybody?

- [chuckles]

Okay, how many doses
do you sell?

I have control of half a
dozen countries in the region.

- Give me a number.
- 200 to start.

1 million by the end
of the year.

- Sloot, great job.
See if it's recording.

- First, tell me price.

How do I make payment?

- Everything
in crypto-currency.

Half in Z Cash or Ethereum,

half in my
own proprietary coin.

- No.

I'm not using coin
I don't recognize.

- We've got it all
on a flash drive,

and it's being
simultaneously recorded

onto a RAID drive
back at the shop.

- So how
I navigate factions is,

we use our friends
in Boko Haram to clear path.

Anybody that gives us trouble,
they take care of.

- I'll tell you what.
Take care of something for me,

and I'll give you
a break on my coin.

Mohamed Maju Bah...
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

Very bad guy.
No.

I don't do business.
No.

- Agreed.

I'll pay your friends
in Boko Haram

$100,000 in Naira

to clear him from our path.

- [chuckles]
You mean kill him?

- Mm, I was trying to be
a little bit more diplomatic,

but yes.
He's always been problematic

and the world would be
a better place.

I would regard it as
the ultimate act of friendship.

- [chuckles]

[speaking Italian]
You cover my expenses.

And another 80,000
to complete project.

- Make it 100.

Overpay your men a little.

- Bravo.

You value loyalty.
Me too.

Just one problem,
Signor Wheatley.

Two things today
don't go as planned.

My people tell me you can be,
how do you say?

Reckless.

- What the hell is he doing?
- He's going for a damn Oscar.

Come on, Silvano,
fai l'accordo!

- Mr. Silvano,
my father is a risk taker.

That's how he got
to where he's at today.

We take big swings and
sometimes we gotta get nimble

but he doesn't leave a mess.

Now, if you can't understand
the fact that adjustments

are just part
of the business process,

well, then maybe you shouldn't
be in the business.

[tense music]

♪

- It's in the bank.
Virtually speaking.

- Lieutenant, we're going in.

[exciting music]

♪

- Freeze!
- Police!

[overlapping shouting]
- On the ground!

- Nobody move!
- Hands in the air!

- 10-85.
Transit to central.

- Police!

Put your hands up!
- Hands up.

- Do not move.
- Show your hands.

- No moving!
[indistinct shouting]

Hands, hands!
Do not move!

- On the ground!
- Hands up!

Hands up!
- Don't move.

[shouting continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[subway alert chimes]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- Gun, gun!
He has a gun!

- [screaming]
- Police, get down!

Get down!
[indistinct panicked chatter]

♪

- [panting]

- Move, move.
Get down!

Police, freeze!
- Get up!

- [panicked gasping]
- Get up!

I'll do it.
I'll do it, Elliot!

You'll have more blood
on your hands.

Drop it!
Put it down!

♪

- [shrieks]

- [screaming]

- Everyone, down! Down!
[all gasping]

Drop the gun!
Drop the gun!

Everybody get behind me.
Get behind me now.

[panicked chatter]

Kick it over to me.

- Go ahead.
Shoot me.

That's what you do.

You shoot people.

How many have you killed?

Seven, eight?

So go ahead.

- Assume the position.
- Do it.

- Back up against the door.
Back up against the door.

- Come on, shoot me.
Come on.

♪

[handcuffs clicking]

- Nice and easy, dirtbag.

- [grunts]

[both groaning]

♪

- Sarge, look what I found.

- Ah, just the man
we've been looking for.

Richard Wheatley,
you're under arrest.

- Blah, blah.

- You have the right
to remain silent.

- Blah, blah, blah, blah.
- Everything you say can

and will be used against you
in a Court of Law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be provided...

♪

- What am I looking for,
Ms. Wheatley?

- Okay, the first thing
you want is his ledgers.

I keep them old-school,
in a set of binders.

They're in a locked drawer
in the office

to the left of his wine lair.

The access to the drawer
is fingerprint activated, so...

- No worries.

♪

[knock at door]

- Police!
Open up.

Police.
Search warrant.

[dogs barking]
- Ma'am, call your dogs off.

- Euphrosyne, Aglaia, Thalia...
[speaking Portuguese]

- Mom, what's happening?
- [speaking Portuguese]

Ryan, go call your father.

- The dogs are harmless,

unless you're allergic
to slobber.

- [speaking Portuguese
angrily]

[sweeping dramatic music]

♪

- Now here, Wheatley's
trying to cut us out.

- That pazzo deadbeat,

we never should've let him
in the front door.

♪

- All right.
All right.

[chuckles]

- Do you attest that all
the information you've provided

is true and accurate
to the best of your knowledge?

- Yes.

- I'll take care of you.

[phone buzzes]

- Hello?

Well done.

Congratulations.

Your ex-husband's in custody.

[uplifting music]

♪

- [howls] Yeah!
- That's right.

- Well done, Sergeant.
- Thanks.

- Elliot.

- [growls happily]

- Congratulations
to all of you.

- I don't five.

- Ayanna, could I have
a few minutes?

- Yeah.

- Yeah!
- [laughs]

- Yeah, baby!

Come on.

- Is this about
her wife's lawsuit?

- I don't think so.

[somber music]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Dad!
- Don't worry.

Did anyone lay a hand on you?

- No.
- Let's go.

- I promise, we won't
be here long.

- Move it!

- Stay strong, D.

- Where did they find her?

- Abandoned bunker
near Montauk.

She left
some breadcrumbs, though.

- Sergeant Bell.
Detective Stabler.

Two bullet wounds.

The lethal shot entered
just above the spleen.

We're waiting on ballistics,

but ESU found
both shell casings.

The shooter used
handloaded ammunition.

- Have you heard from Bekher?
- Not yet.

This wasn't him, though.
It's too messy.

- Those are his bullets

He had a hand in this.

♪

- Hey, Richie,
how are you doing?

We need to talk.

- About what?

- Well, what do you think?

Sarge, what do you want
to talk about?

- Gina Cappelletti.

- Dad!
- Richie!

Richie.

- Just tell us what happened.

- I don't know.

- I don't think
it was your gun.

- Dad!
- Was it Izak Bekher's?

- Ask him.
- Well, where is he?

- I don't know.
- Richie, don't say anything!

Wait for your lawyer, okay?

- Richie, we know
you were there.

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

- [shouting]
- Sarge! Sarge!

Hey, we don't do that.

Let's just talk
with the gentleman.

- She wanted to protect you.

Said you were messed up
because of your father,

but that you were a good kid

and you were incapable
of hurting anyone.

♪

[scoffs]

You did not deserve
her kindness.

- What is she doing here?

- She gave us passwords,
backdoors to his platforms,

locations to key documents.

She's fully cooperating.

She just had one request.

- I want to see my ex-husband.

And I was...

hoping you'd join us.

[dramatic music]

You're vile.

And you've ruined
our children's lives.

- Richard and Dana
are gonna be fine.

They're only gonna be here
for a matter of days,

if not hours.

- And what about Raffi?

I told them everything I know.

Because I have nothing
to lose anymore.

- Did she tell you she ordered
the hit on your wife?

- I told him what I said.
And I told him what you did.

- Detective Stabler strikes me
as a fairly intelligent man.

I doubt if he fell for
that "I was grief stricken.

I didn't...I never meant
for him to take me literally"

performance.

I assume that's
what she told you? Right.

- It's the truth,
and you know it.

- Fortunately...

I recorded you.

In fact, I recorded
all your conversations

in which you conspired
with Izak to plant the bomb,

then make sure
Mrs. Stabler's husband

was distracted by a phone call
so he would be standing

right there to witness
her gruesome demise.

- He's bluffing, Elliot.
There's no such recording.

- "He's bluffing, Elliot."

[laughs]
Yes.

Girl, you are a hot mess.

Still trying to seduce him?

You know you're not
the love of his life.

Nor was that poor woman
you had brutally murdered

the love of his life.

Yes, she was the mother of his
children, and he cared for her.

Apparently,
Detective Stabler

is a good, God-fearing
Catholic.

- Ignore him, Elliot.
This is what he does.

- But, plot twist...

[whispering]
There's someone else.

Another woman...
[gasps mockingly]

Who's the one true love
of his life.

Every time he was looking into
your pretty brown eyes,

touching your face,

or wherever else
he was touching you,

I'm willing to wager
he was thinking about her.

- Okay.

- What was
her name again, Elliot?

♪

They're both a hot mess.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]