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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]