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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.

- This op is about to go live.

- My job is to catch scumbags.

You wanna come at me,
come at me.

- [screams]

- We filed a lawsuit
against the NYPD.

- Does your wife,
Sergeant Ayanna Bell,

support a lawsuit against
her fellow officers?

- Would you have our backs?

- You can't handle this alone.

- We can't just back down now.

We are out here
with little backup.

- Hands in the air!
- Freeze!

[dramatic music]

- Go ahead.
Shoot me.

That's what you do.

[both grunting]

♪

- Gina Cappelletti.

Tell us what happened.

- I don't know!

- We know you were there.

- Are you in love with him?

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

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

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

What was her name again,
Elliot?

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Docket ending 1122,

23, and 24.

People versus Richard Wheatley,
Dana Wheatley,

and Richard Wheatley, Jr.

Defendants are charged
with 23 counts of penal law,

section 46022,

aggravated enterprise
corruption.

Penal law 47020,

money laundering
in the first degree.

Penal law 22043,

criminal sale of a controlled
substance in the first degree.

And for the defendant
Richard Wheatley only,

two counts
of penal law section 12020,

murder in the second degree

for the murder
of Manfredi Sinatra...

And the murder
of Kathleen Marie Stabler.

- Anything else you want
to throw in there?

Shoplifting, jaywalking,
maybe a little gangbanging?

- Do you find this amusing,
Mr. Wheatley?

- No, Your Honor.
I find it terrifying.

A man in my position
is used to being targeted,

but it's a new low
when my children,

just beginning
their adult lives,

are attacked by a system

that view them as...
as suspect,

only because the color
of their skin...

- That's enough.
- It's absolutely disgraceful.

- That is enough, Mr. Wheatley.

- His strategy
is you can't prosecute us,

'cause my kids are Black?

- Yeah, historically,
that hasn't worked very well.

- How do your clients plead?
- Athena Davis,

for the defendant
Richard Wheatley, Your Honor.

The defendant pleads
not guilty.

- Not guilty.
- Not guilty.

- People,
I'll hear you on bail.

- Your Honor, the defendants
have been charged

in one of the most far-reaching
organized crime cases

to come out of the city
of New York in over a decade...

racketeering, money laundering.
multiple murders,

including the targeted murder
of a police officer's wife.

And all in addition
to the grotesque acquisition

of millions of doses
of COVID vaccines

for the express purpose of
extorting developing nations.

In light of the charges
and the multiple life sentences

that the defendants are facing,

the people request that all
three be remanded without bail.

[indistinct chatter]

- Defendants are remanded.
Bailiff, take charge.

- Go ahead.

- Not a lot of fireworks.

- So what is his strategy?

- I'm sure we're gonna
find out soon enough.

- Here she is!
Ms. Davis!

- Ms. Davis, can you please
just explain how...

- Is he worried that his
children are gonna make a deal

and testify against him?

- Is it true
Wheatley's ex-wife,

Professor Angela Wheatley,

is already cooperating
with the prosecution?

- Let me be very clear.

Richard Wheatley
is the victim here.

Dana Wheatley
and Richard Wheatley, Jr.

will not be testifying
against their father

because there's nothing
to testify to.

What you did not hear
in that courtroom today,

is that
the Organized Crime Task Force

that led this investigation

has a massive
conflict of interest.

And that conflict of interest

just walked out
the courthouse steps.

- Head up, eyes forward.
Just keep walking.

[all chattering]

- No comment.

No comment.

- It's nice to know the
department stands behind you

when you're pursuing justice
for your family.

- I imagine it would be.

- Someday you won't have
to imagine, Ayanna,

but we have to stay
the course.

- Stabler has my back.

I'm glad to have his.

[dramatic music]

♪

- As for Angela Wheatley,

I think it's just
sad and pathetic

that after all these years,

she's still unable to let go

of the bitter vindictiveness

she has towards
her ex-husband.

[knocking at door]

- [grunts]

- ...Has led him to entertain

no one other than Richard
Wheatley as a suspect,

which has led
the full-scale railroading...

[indistinct TV chatter]

- Hold up, Counselor.

- You really gonna do this
every time?

Has she eaten anything?
- Barely.

She had a little fruit salad
this morning.

- I brought you the pappardelle
al limone from I Sodi.

She can't resist that.

You can taste test it
if you must,

or I will,
and if I start to convulse...

- Counselor, there's no
outside food allowed, okay?

Everything has to come
from the hotel kitchen

where we can control it.

Hey, man, I'm just trying
to keep her safe, okay?

- [sighs]
In case you get bored...

- How many people
do they have guarding me?

- I don't know exactly.

I saw a couple plainclothesmen
on my way in.

- It won't stop him.

[ominous music]

♪

What about my children?

- Still working on it.

- If they let me
talk to Richie,

I can get him to cooperate.

I know he's terrified...
he's never had to make

existential decisions
all by himself...

- Look, I'm doing my very best,
Angela,

but he's about to be charged

as an accessory to the murder
of a police officer.

- I don't believe
he was involved

in whatever happened to her.

- Kay, I'ma wait to hear

if there's gonna be
a grand jury.

- Ellsworth.

Did you find out
anything about that woman?

- I did some checking.

It's probably
just another bluff,

but a couple people thought
that your ex might have been

referring to Detective
Stabler's former partner,

Captain Olivia Benson.

♪

- Let me worry about Angela.

I'm pretty sure she'll make
the right decision in the end.

[door buzzer blares]

Tell me where we are
on the RICO charges.

- Depends on what they have...

wiretaps, video surveillance,

confidential informants,
bank records.

- Let's assume
they have it all.

- Okay.

A case this sprawling
and complex

might not see the inside
of a courtroom

for a year, at least.

You will sit here,
biding your time.

- The hell I will.

[dramatic music]

- If you're gonna play
your card, Richard,

now's the time.

♪

- The Contrapos bank records
go to 46022.

- Except for payments
for bulk orders.

Those go to CSCS.
- Kay.

- I'll take that over here.

- I didn't find
any case-related stuff

in her apartment.

- Because she was
a good undercover.

You got all her
personal belongings?

- They're in my car.

I wasn't sure
what to do with it.

- You can give them to me.

I'll make sure
her brothers get them.

[sighs]

Her family didn't know
she was a cop.

Cappelletti family mostly rolls
with the other side.

- I know what that's like.

- Yeah.
I know you do, Morales.

I appreciate you.

- We just found out
what Wheatley's strategy is:

Assistant U.S. Attorney
Vince Baldi.

- He's a clown.

- Isn't he about
to run for governor?

- There's no better way
to start off

your gubernatorial campaign
than with a big,

splashy takedown
of corrupt organizations.

- He's gonna get Baldi
to big foot our case.

- He doesn't want a Manhattan
D.A. to prosecute him.

He wants a federal trial.

- Doesn't want a federal trial.

He wants a get-out-of-jail
free card from the feds.

He's doing it to try
and make a deal with Baldi.

- What does Wheatley have
that's worth so much?

I mean,
I know he has dirt on people.

- Probably offered him
a personal,

guided tour of the dark web.

- Yeah, he's been there.
He knows them...

an international
who's-who of bad actors.

- But it's not a done deal?
- Mm-mm.

Tomorrow Wheatley's
being transported downtown

for a meeting with Baldi.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Hello.

How can I help you
this evening?

- No, I only met him once...

in his office
on one of the Hollywood lots.

He has a butler in full livery

and a nurse
who follows him around

hooked up to some kind
of portable IV drips.

I'm not...
- Vince?

We need to talk.
Excuse me.

- For those of you who don't
know her, ADA Anne Frazier,

New York's most persistent
ankle-biter.

I don't know you two.

- Wheatley wasn't even
on your radar

until we took him down.

- As it happens,
I've known Wheatley for years.

- Because he donated
to your political campaign.

- That's not a crime, but if he
turns out to be a criminal,

you can be sure I'll return
every penny he ever gave me.

- Mr. Baldi, this man
is a ruthless criminal.

I have spent every day,
for many years,

making a case against him.
He does not deserve a break.

- I'm not looking
to give him a break.

Listen, I assure you...
- He murdered my wife.

[somber music]

♪

- And I assure you

I want the same thing
you all want.

Justice.

If Richard Wheatley
has knowledge that can help us

achieve that
on a grander scale,

I'm obliged to consider it.

It's just a meeting.

- [heavy breathing]

Yeah.

The breathing is helping.

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember
what we discussed.

Yes, I do.
You...

you said,

choose someone I trust
and call them.

[sighs]
Yeah.

[somber music]

♪

[line trilling]

[knocking on door]

[sighs]
- You all right?

- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

- About time you called.

Therapy?

- Yeah.
PTSD specialist.

We're working on

coping strategies.

- Yeah, well,

anybody who does what we do

can definitely use it.

[sighs]

♪

- Thanks for coming.

I'm new at this.
What do we do?

- You do nothing.

Just be.

I'm here.

- I have Triscuits and water.

- [laughs]

Of course you do.

[both laughing]

It's perfect.

[indistinct TV chatter]

- Did he step out of bounds?
I think he did.

Yes, and we're going back
to the play.

[TV chatter continues]

[inmates chattering]

- What you need, fish?

- Those are the
Marcy Killers, right?

[buzzer blares]

- Don't know what
you're talking about.

Move on.

- I'm Rafiq Wheatley's brother.

His half-brother.

- Raffi the Poet's brother.

You wanting protection?

[scoffs]

- I know something that's
going down on the outside.

It involves
someone you work for.

- I don't work for nobody,
pretty boy.

- Congressman Leon Kilbride.

[ominous music]

♪

- You're gonna keep your mouth
shut up in here, young boy.

[scoffs]

Get up with you later.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Detective Morales,
Washburn's on his way up.

- What's up, man?

How's it been going in here?

- It's quiet.

- Are you out of here?

- Yeah, I'm out.
Good luck.

- Hey, Professor Wheatley.

Got everything you asked for.

It's shampoo and conditioner,
shea butter moisturizer,

and a roll-on stick.
- Thanks.

- I met with my lawyer
this morning.

She said my father
is gonna meet

with the U.S. attorney's
office,

try to plead out his case.

- Go on.

- I know he's always talking
about the Marcy Killers

and how you guys are all up

in Congressman Kilbride's
business.

- First, I'm not
the Marcy Killers, all right?

That's street soldiers.

Nor do I know
a Congressman Kilbride.

I do know a gentleman by
the name of Mr. Taylor though.

Do you understand?

- Mr. Taylor.

- I got a question, young boy.

Thought you people
never went against the family.

Why you serving up your pops?

- He killed my grandfather.

- [exhales]

[indistinct TV chatter]

[crowd cheers]

[door closes]

- She's in the shower.

- Great.

- [sighs]

[foreboding music]

- [sniffles, cries]

- Play defense!

- [exhaling]

There you go.
Boom!

- Hey, can you keep it down?

- Playing very well tonight.

- Come on, come on, come on.
[loud thunking]

Professor Wheatley?

Professor Wheatley!

Ah, come on!

- No.
No, no, no, no, no.

No.

- [gagging]

- Hey, stay with me.
Stay with me.

Look.
Hey, hey, stay here.

Hey, Angela.
I'm here.

- This is Organized Crime
Task Force.

- Angela, Angela.
We're here.

- Utopia Motel.
- Open. Come on.

Open your eyes.
Come on, Angela, Angela.

Angela, Angela, focus.
That's it.

- It's a possible poisoning.
- I'm right here.

- [gagging]

- That's it, that's it.

I'm right here.
Come on.

No, no, no, no, no, damn it.

Come back, come back.

Come on.
Get over here, damn it!

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Worse.

- The anxiety?

- Mm-hmm.

And, um...

A feeling of hopelessness.

- Why do you think that is?

- [sighs]
Work.

You know, work helps.

It, um...

Keeps the darkness at bay.

- But you haven't
stopped working.

- Hmm?
No, no, I'm working.

Yeah, no.

[stammering]
But it's the case.

The case.

It's out of my hands.
You know, I've done my job,

and now it's up for the, uh,

money and lawyers
to, uh, twist the truth.

- That makes you feel
out of control?

- No, no.
It's not about control.

It's, um...

♪

[sighs]

I know what justice is.

I know what it looks like.
I know what it feels like.

- You know, Elliot,
during our last session,

you expressed a feeling

that you had made
some bad decisions.

Is it possible
that you're anxious

somehow that those

lapses in judgment

might affect whether or not
justice prevails?

[cell phone buzzing]

- I have to take this.

Stabler.

Is she gonna make it?

- Angela Wheatley
is lucky to be alive.

They found a lethal dose
of Novichok in her blood.

- That the stuff
the Russians used on Navalny?

- It would make sense,

given that Wheatley's
new friends are Russian.

- Fortunately,
EMS was quick on the scene

and rushed her to Briarwood.

They have her stabilized
with an IV.

Morales is there,
and we upped her security.

- I just...I don't know

how they could've got that
into her food.

I mean,
Morales and I were there.

We were airtight.
We were 24/7.

- Jet, where are we
on the tox reports?

- Food all cleared.
Like Washburn said,

it came straight from
the control kitchen.

Nobody touched it en route.

Tox doesn't think
she ingested the poison.

We're still waiting on analysis
on the products

she used in the shower,

but that was all stuff brought
in by us when we loaded her in.

- Freddy?
- I went to Westmere Drugs,

and I picked up
a few things for her.

She didn't like the brands
we had loaded in.

They were stripping her hair
or something.

Guys, I went to the store,
and I picked up the bag myself.

- Picked it up, as in curbside?

So you ordered it on an app?

- Yeah.
Our phones are encrypted.

- Our work phones
are encrypted.

Our civilian phones aren't.
Which one did you use?

[dramatic music]

♪

[keys clacking]

[beep]

Yeah.
This info went two places.

It copied itself.

- I'm sorry.

Guys, I...all of you,

I am so, so sorry.

[door opens]

- One second.

Albertine's just about to
escape from Marcel's apartment.

- Your hands up.

Let's go.

- Where's your convoy?
- No convoy.

We're just taking him downtown,
Detective.

- Agent Sanchez, Sergeant Bell.

I know you know
by now Richard Wheatley

is a very wily individual.
- Aren't they all?

- He has a ton of connections
on the outside...

- Thanks, Sergeant.

We've done this before.
I think we can handle it.

- You're gonna need
more security.

He's a flight risk
and a dangerous individual.

You need more security.
[engine turns over]

[sighs]

Let's tail them.
- You read my mind.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Mr. Taylor?
Hugo.

He on the move.

- [sighs]
What you got?

[phone beeps]

- Hey, baby, what's up?
- Oh, please don't tell me

your wife's going
into labor right now.

- You know, I really
don't love the mural.

I think we should just
paint the room blue,

see what he's into
when he gets here.

You did not just say that.

All right.
Love you.

Don't try me.

♪

- All right, come on.

- [gasps]
- Son of a bitch.

What is he doing?

Hey!

[both grunt]

- Move the truck.

- [grunts]

[gunshot]
[woman screams]

- Get out of here!
- Come on!

[people shouting indistinctly]

- 10-13 shots fired.

I need a bus at Forsythe
off East Broadway.

I got three
federal agents down.

One gunman down.
- You hit?

- I'm all right.

- Let's go.

Let's hit it.

- They are armed.

- Right, this way.

- [groaning]

- The door!
Move, move!

Move it.

- [groaning]

[dramatic music]

- Put your arms around my neck.

[both grunting]

♪

This way.

[tray clatters]

He's bleeding pretty bad.

Try to find me something
to use as a tourniquet.

Get up here.
Up here.

- [groaning]

- Here.

- I saw you kill that goon.

If anyone asks, I'll say
it was a good shooting.

- Nobody asked you.

- Those weren't my guys,
you know.

- Yeah?
A bullet wound in you.

- [screams]

- Where?

- So who were they,
if they weren't your guys?

- No idea.

- Maybe it was one of your
business associates

worried you were gonna
rat him out.

- Or maybe it was your kids.

- [scoffs] No chance.
- Are you sure about that?

With their lawyers
whispering in their ears?

You did kill their grandpa,
after all.

Not a very trustworthy guy.

[objects rattling]

- Organized crime to central.

10-13.
I repeat.

We need backup.

- Just give us Wheatley.
- [grunts]

[groans]

- Who do you want?

- Wheatley.
Now.

- How much for him?

- Give me Wheatley now.

- I wanna talk to your boss.
Who's the boss?

You're the boss over there?

- I'm the boss.
You talk to me.

- Okay, so then how much?

- Shut up
and give me Wheatley now.

- I heard you!
What's he worth to you?

- Sarge, what do you say?

We're running out of time here.

- All right, brothers.

Look, I'm with you, all right?

I want everybody
to walk out of here alive.

So I'ma get Wheatley...

And I'ma bring him to you
slowly, okay?

All right?

I'ma walk him
right over to you.

Just hand him right to you.

- Police!
Drop your weapon!

- Don't move.
[gunshot]

- One of the shooters down!
First shooter down!

- We got one down!
- Move in, move in!

- Do not move!
- Put it down!

- NYPD!
- Drop your weapon!

- Get on your knees!

Put your hands behind
your back right now.

- [grunting]

Easy.

[phone beeping]

- Bell.

Yeah.
We're headed outside.

We have him in custody.

Bus is arriving.

He's injured.
We're taking him to a hospital.

- It's just a flesh wound.
Don't worry about it.

- Copy, Lieutenant Moennig.

- See if we got
two more additional...

- What's up?

- We're riding with him
in the ambulance.

If he doesn't die
while he's in there,

we're delivering him
to the U.S. Attorney's office.

Higher-up's orders.

[dramatic music]

[siren wailing]

♪

What's going on here?

- Someone started
a threat on social

saying that Baldi was trying
to big foot your case.

We're here to stand with you.

- They're here for us, Sarge.

- Thanks, Liv.

- Liv?

Captain Olivia Benson.

Wow.

Elliot,
now I completely understand.

She's a knockout.
Poor Angela though, huh?

Such a pleasure
to meet you, Liv.

- Get him out of here.

- Come on.
- Is that a "yes" for dinner?

Thanks for saving my life.
- Shut up.

- This is Vladimir Mikhailov,

Pakhan of Solntsevskaya Bratva.

Ties inside
and outside the Kremlin.

He personally orchestrated
the cyber attacks

on government computer systems

at the departments
of Homeland Security,

Commerce,
and the U.S. Treasury.

- Can you tie him directly
to one of those attacks?

- I can walk you

right through his front door

virtually.

Right before the start
of the pandemic,

my hot wife and I

took a memorable trip to Japan.

Here we are in Kobe
where we're the guests of honor

at a dinner hosted by this man.

Masanori Watanabe.

- Yamaguchi-gumi.

- If you're at all interested,

I can detail all the many ways

that the COVID-19 pandemic

is being monetized
by former associates of mine,

from Puglia all the way
across Asia and Africa.

- [whispering]

- Just give me a few minutes.
I need to tend to something.

[dramatic music]

♪

This is a little bit
highly irregular, Counselor.

- Well, Detective Stabler made
a very interesting observation.

I think that you are gonna want
to consider it.

- I'm listening.
- As I'm sure you're aware,

Richard Wheatley
has been charged

with a number
of very serious crimes.

One of those crimes...

the murder of my wife.

It's worth nothing
to your case.

- Well, I'd venture to say

it's worth a great deal
to Mr. Wheatley.

- You and I both have jobs
to do, Mr. Baldi.

Sometimes, they're at cross
purposes of one another.

I did my job.

- Yeah.
And now I'm doing mine.

- You should know there's
several dozen police officers

outside this building
right now.

More importantly, there are
tens of thousands of others.

Every one of them

views the world
through one prism...

their family.

Will I return home to them
tonight?

Will they be there
when I return?

Now, we risked our lives

delivering Wheatley
to your doorstep

so that he could bargain
with you for leniency.

Do not use the murder
of a police officer's wife

as a bargaining chip
in your deal.

- Is that a threat, Detective?
- It's just a fact, Mr. Baldi.

You want to take
the RICO charges?

They mean
that much to you, fine.

But let us prosecute
Richard Wheatley

for Kathy Stabler's murder.

- Today was a good outcome
for me.

There were some minor setbacks
towards the end,

but nothing
I'm too concerned about.

- Okay.
We'll see how minor it is.

We're gonna make sure
the murder charges stick.

And you're never gonna see
the light of day.

- First, let's set you up
with the swanky new digs

at the Metropolitan
Correctional Center.

- You make sure
all my necessities

make their way there.
- It's already taken care of.

- [groans]

Oh, by the way.

I hope Angie's okay.

My lawyer tells me
she had a little tummy ache.

- Watch your head.
- [grunts]

- Watch your leg.

♪

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[lock clicks]

- Baby, I need you
to do something for me.

Listen closely.

I'll talk you through it.

Go into the wine lair.

Good.

Bring up the launchpad.

Do you see the Tor browser?

Wonderful.

I'm gonna dictate
a message to you.

And I want you to enter it

exactly as I say it.

Type...

"O,

"I'm in trouble.

Can you please come meet me?"

- They with us?
- Yeah, they are.

Hey, Morales.

Stabler and I
are on our way up.

Hi, we're here
to see Susan Johnson,

room 516.

[keys clacking]
- Go ahead.

Elevator is around
the corner and down the hall.

[elevator dings]

[indistinct PA announcements]

- Detective.

[line trilling]
- Yeah?

- Elliot,
I think I just saw

one of your detectives here
dressed as an orderly.

- [stammers] Wait.
What do you mean "here?"

Where are you?
- I'm at Briarwood.

You told me to meet you.
I got your text.

♪

[person groaning]

- [grunting]

[elevator dings]

- El, go.

Go, that way.
On the right.

- Morales!

Morales!

- I made a mistake.

- Morales, what's going on?

- I don't know, Ayanna.
I messed up bad.

- Come on, man.
What are you talking about?

- I shouldn't have took
the call, but I did.

- How much did he pay you?

- 2 million.

But I got my sister.

I take care of her!

- Calm down.
I need you to calm down.

- She idolizes me.
And what am I gonna do now?

- Think about her right now,
okay?

- I just want my job back.

- No.
No!

Morales...
- Stay back.

- Hey, put the gun down.

No.
You do not go out this way.

- Ayanna,
I need you right now.

- I'm here.
- I need you.

- I'm here.

I'm here, okay?

You can have...no!

[somber music]

♪

- [voice echoing]
Oh, God.

Can you hear me?

Hi, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

- Code blue, room 538.
Code blue, 538.

- [softly]
Help...help me.

♪

- Professor Wheatley.

Stay with us.
We need you.

Come on.
Stay with us.

- Can you hear me?

- [wheezing]

- Angela, Angela.

We need you, okay?

- Stay with us.

- We need you, Angela.
Come on.

Stay with us.
Stay with us.

- I need help!

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]