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[tense music]

* *

- My brother's my CI.

He's our inside track,
so I trust him.

- So what's our next move?

- I found this here
on an end table.

- All right, I'll see
what I can find on my end.

- That packet you just tested?

It's a new drug,
highly addictive.

- Emery is about to move
$300 million worth of it.

- I never wanted you involved
in this in first place.

- It isn't about what you want!

I'm about to give it
all to you.

- We've got a cop caravan
headed our way.

- What?
- Right now.

- You're wearing
a tracker, Joe.

[gun clicks]

[gunshot]

- Joey, stay with me.
Joey, stay with me.

[tense music]

- I found something I think
you might want to see.

- Emery's muscle.

- I was gonna book him.

Then I heard
about your brother.

- Let's go for a ride.

* *

[distant siren blaring]

[train horn blares]

[car beeps]

[muffled heavy metal music
playing]

[door clangs]

* *

[indistinct screaming vocals]

* *

[footsteps approaching]

[muffled music continues]

* *

[metal clangs]

- [grunting]

- Settle down.

Relax.
Listen to me.

Julian Emery is in New York.

Tell us where he is,

we avoid
all this unpleasantness.

- I'm not telling you shit,

'cause you're not
gonna do shit.

You can't.
You're a copper.

- You see a badge?
I don't see a badge.

Did I read you your rights?
- Don't matter.

What are you going to do,
waterboard me?

No, you're gonna swing dick
for a minute,

feel like a big man,
and then you're gonna

take me to the station.

- You know, Franchetti's
is gonna open real soon.

They got those cinnamon buns.

Would you like one of those,
Vincent?

- Oh, piss off.

- Great.
I'll get a box.

[tense music]

* *

- Vincent Mathis.

You've been doing this kind
of work for a very long time.

You're a dangerous man.

Been around.

Seen things.
Done things.

But you have no idea
the lengths

I'm gonna go to
to get what I want.

- Hey!
[spits]

What the hell
are you doing, man?

Ah! Stop!
Ah, fucking hell!

Oh, God damn!
You're crazy!

What the fuck
is wrong with you?

[grunts]

Fuck.
[can clatters]

- You're in
a very bad situation.

But so am I.

I don't want to be here.

You brought me here,
you and Emery.

You made this happen.

You gonna answer my question?

You can do it now...

or after I put out the fire.

[dramatic music]

* *

What's it gonna be?

* *

[tense music]

* *

* *

[phones ringing]

- Bobby.

Good to have you back, man.

- It feels good
to be back, boss.

A lot of new faces.

- Yeah, all hands on deck
for this one.

You need a brief?
- No, I'm caught up.

Are we sure Emery
is still in town?

- He and his man Mathis
were the only two

unaccounted for after the bust.

We've been coordinating
with TSA,

local transit police,
and Port Authority,

trying to cast a net
around the city.

The dumbest thing Emery
could do right now

is try to skip.
- OK.

So he's holed up
off-grid somewhere,

waiting for the dust to clear.
- Yeah.

And I'm scouring
all CCTV channels,

facial rec, plate readers--

going kitchen sink on this,
but so far, I got bupkis.

- No, he's not gonna pop out,

and he's not gonna use
his old network either.

- Right, so if Emery's been
in bed with the Syrians,

there might be
a deeper connection there.

- I'm on it.

- You talked to Stabler yet?
- Yeah.

Uh, he's with his family.

I just got word
he's on bereavement leave.

- He must really be hurting
'cause that's not like him.

- Yeah.

Oh, this is Detective Tanner.

- Sergeant Bell,
is there somewhere

we could talk in private?

- Hey, yeah, come on.
- Hey.

- Reyes.
- Tanner.

The Captagon deal
is going through.

We just picked up chatter
that the Syrians

are bringing a shipment
into the city.

Two tons.

But we don't know
where or when.

- So Emery wasn't
just a matchmaker,

and the Syrians weren't spooked
by last night's bust.

- We also have a new directive
from command.

We find Emery.
We bring him in alive.

Nonlethal force only.
Understood?

- Understood.

- One other thing, I'm just
gonna ask this straight-up.

Is Stabler gonna steer clear
of this one?

- He'll be fine.

- OK.
[phone dings]

- I gotta bounce.

- All good?
- Yeah.

One of my CIs got something
on the Syrian connection.

Wants to talk in private.

- You really don't want
one of these?

I had them go light
on the frosting for you.

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Hey.

I'm sorry about your brother.

How you feeling?

- Remember Tim McKenna?
- Sure.

- How are things going?

- We need some help.

- Yeah, anything you need,
but why the cloak and dagger?

- [clears throat]

[tense music]

- [exhales sharply]
Is that Vincent Mathis?

Why does he smell
like lighter fluid?

- Well, it's a new cologne.

"Flammable Pour Homme."

Never heard of that?

- Yo, man.

You know I'll ride for you,

but CTB's running the show now,

and Tanner's already
on us about you.

Look.

We can take care of Emery.

Just go home
and be with your family.

What are you doing?
- Bobby.

Bobby, I don't want
you doing anything

you're not comfortable with,
but, you know,

I need an assist right now,
and I came to you.

- All right, what do you need?

- Pastorious Global Partners.

It's the shell company that
paid Emery to broker the deal

that we just busted up.
- Yeah.

- Pastorious has
been snatching up

real estate all over the city.

Syrians are parking
assets stateside now,

but we can't find anything that
points to Emery's location.

- Work your networks.

Maybe they heard something,
but we just--

we've got to have
something solid.

- All right,
just give me some time.

Let me see what I can find.

- Good.
All right.

- We're gonna need you to put
this guy on ice for a while.

Also, take some time
on the paperwork.

- It don't take a genius
to see where this is headed,

and I'm telling you right now,
you get to Emery before us,

you're calling it in.
- OK.

Let me know what you find.

Thanks.

[tense music]

* *

[traffic wooshes]

- What you thinking?

- Knock on the door.

Can't get it out of my head.

- What do you mean?

- 12 years at SVU,
worst part of the job

was knocking on that door.

- The notification.

- Yeah, telling the family

their loved ones
weren't coming home.

When they were finally able to
look at you, the light's gone.

The light in their eyes,
it's vanished,

like their soul's
left their body,

and you're the one
who's killed them.

I haven't, uh,
told my mother about Joey.

- So you're the knock
at the door now.

- Yeah.

- I know where you're at.

It's like a heaviness that
just never leaves you, right?

There's no end to it.

There's no fix for it.

And you think that
if you off the guy

that's done this to you,
that somehow,

it's gonna end your suffering
and bring you some--

a little peace to your heart,
maybe your head, family.

Am I getting close?

What you're planning on doing,
I'm with you,

but you got to know,
revenge doesn't bring light,

just a different kind
of darkness.

[phone buzzes]

- That's Reyes.

[soft dramatic music]

We got a name.

* *

- Look at these dudes.

- You guys need something?
- Yeah.

We're looking for Tony Yared.

Is he here?
- No.

Why don't you come back
some other time?

- Well, yeah.
We're already here.

But don't stress.
We'll find him.

- OK, I don't know
who you guys are,

but you need to get your asses
out of here right now.

[grunting]

- Behave yourself.
Behave yourself.

- [whistling]

- Hey!
I just called the cops.

- You must be Tony.
Nice to meet you.

- Cops are on the way
right now, tough guy.

- Well, they're already here,
motherfucker.

- Shit.

- So Tony, let's make it easy.

I'll ask you questions.

You give me answers.
How's that sound?

- [spits] Eat shit.

Oh!

- OK. Now, Tony,
you have a company

that supplies construction
material to properties

owned by Pastorious
Global Partners.

- So what?

- Pastorious is a front
for a Syrian drug cartel.

That's what's "So what?"

But Julian Emery
is trying to strike

a distribution deal with them.

- I have no idea what
you're talking about.

[groans]

- I am going to rip this ear
right off of your head.

Now, we know you're tight
with the Syrians.

You want to be cozy with them?
We don't care.

Or we can let them know
that you're a rat.

Where's Julian Emery?

- All right,
all right, all right!

[tense music]

I gave him some cash
and a list of properties

he could stay at,
but that's it.

He didn't tell me
which one he was gonna use.

- You're gonna
give us that list,

and you're gonna forget
you saw our faces.

- [grunts]

- All right, I'm good now.
What am I looking at?

- 21 residential locations,

all of them unfinished
remodeling jobs.

- And you're thinking Emery's
holed up in one of these spots.

All right, let me run it
up the pole to Tanner

and see if
she can coordinate it.

- Don't, don't.
Not yet.

- Elliot, we can't hold on
to actionable intel.

- Just narrow down the list.
Send me a hit.

Give me an hour's head start.

- [exhales deeply]

Half hour, and that's it,
and I'm calling it in.

- Copy.

[phone chimes]

[grumbles]

[sighs]

- What the hell's wrong
with you, huh?

- Randall--

- What the hell's
wrong with you?

Our brother's dead,
and you just disappear,

leaving me to keep
the family together on my own?

- Take it down a notch.
- Fuck that.

The kids are asking questions

their father should be
answering, not me.

You need to come home, Elliot.

- I will, eventually.

- What's the holdup?

- I'm working on something.
- [scoffs]

Working on getting
yourself killed.

Maybe this will help.

It got delivered today.
Joey mailed it to mom.

The note said, "For Elliot."

- This is it.

Uh, when he was
in my arms, he--

he--he said, "I mailed it.
I mailed it."

And I thought--
I don't know what I thought,

but this has got to be it.

This is what
he was talking about.

- I tried to open it,
but it's fried or something.

- Yeah, no, I'll get into it.
Look.

Mom's house out in Montauk.

- Yeah, I got it listed
as Airbnb.

What about it?

- I need you to take
everybody out there.

Do it quietly.

- Why? What the hell for?

- It's just for a few days,
in case things go sideways.

- Are the same people that
killed Joey coming after you?

- I'm going after them.

- Don't do it.

Leave it alone.

Joey wouldn't want you to.

You've got people to
take care of here, Elliot.

[somber music]

* *

- Go to Montauk.

* *

[engine turns over]

* *

- Listen to me.

A single police bust
is irrelevant.

Our plans remain unchanged.

Can you just take
the long view for a second?

The market's
not going anywhere.

I will absolutely handle it.

I am personally meeting
new distributors

tonight at the drop.

I will get it done.

[tense music]

* *

[grunts]

- I just called Stabler again,
and he didn't answer.

- He's got a lot
on his plate, boss.

- Reyes, I know him.

I know how he moves.
AWOL is not his vibe.

Have you talked to him?

- All right, folks.
Listen up.

We got our first
real lead here.

Person of interest, Tony Yared.

He's a Lebanese-American
businessman,

works in construction.

We think that he's Emery's
point person in New York.

We sent a team to pick him up,
and he's gone to ground,

so let's get on it.

- Reach out to
some of your CIs.

See if they can help you

find out who's helping
Yared disappear.

We need to find this guy
as quick as possible.

[phone buzzes]

[indistinct chatter]
[scanner beeping]

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's going on?
I thought you were on leave.

- I need you to find out
whatever's on this drive

as fast as possible.

It's broken, so you have
to work your magic.

- Yeah, I'll give it a shot.

But I mean, what's this about?

- The less you know,
the better.

Just crack it,
send me the files,

and keep it between us, OK?

- Why don't you come
in the office?

I mean, if it's a real lead,
we'll run it by Tanner.

- Kyle, this is all
I have left of my brother.

Please do this for me.

Keep it quiet. OK?

[suspenseful music]

* *

- All right, almost there.

Let me get the door
for you, Ma.

So Kathleen and the rest
of the crew are--

are on their way.

We're just gonna have
a little--

a little get-together
with everybody, OK?

- Yeah.

And you invited Joey too?

Because last time
he was here, he--

he left some stuff here.

- Yeah, I'll tell him.
Just go ahead, Ma.

I'll grab our stuff.

- Let's see.

Where was it?

Oh, it could be right there.

Yeah.

Let's see.

There it is.

[gulls squawking]

Oh.

[distant horn blares]

Oh.

[door thuds]

Oh, I wish he'd made it.

- You all right, Ma?
What's that?

- I wish he'd made it as a cop.

- Let me see that.

[line trilling]

- Reyes, you got something?

- I think so.

- There's one address
on the list you sent.

The health department
and building management

got notified of a scheduled
fumigation for the unit.

Now, I contacted the company
listed on the notice.

The job was canceled.

- That's a good way to make
sure nobody comes through.

- Send the address.

[phones ringing]

- Hey, where'd Reyes go?

- Uh, don't know.

Is everything OK?

- Yeah.

- Anything else?

- That's it.

Look, I can't sit on this,
Stabler, all right?

If Emery's hiding out there,

we've got to move
on him before he dips.

- Look, Bobby,
just give me 20 minutes.

I'm heading there now.

- Reyes.
- Yes, Sergeant.

- I need your eyes
on something.

- Yeah, I was just on
the phone with my CI, so...

- Still haven't heard
from Stabler?

- No, I haven't heard from him.

- [sighs]

It's admirable to reach down
and lend a helping hand

to your fellow officer,

but don't let him pull you into
the deep end along with him.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

[phone clatters]

* *

- Police!

[dramatic music]

* *

- Clear.
- Clear.

* *

- I think we just missed him.

The rice is still warm.

- Yeah?
That an exact science?

- It is when you have the time
on a delivery receipt.

I think we missed him
by about 30 minutes.

* *

[phone chimes]
- Hey.

- What you got?

- I think I may have
something here.

- What's that?
- That's my phone.

- And?
- Ain't my SIM card.

There's some call logs.

We've got texts,
search history.

It looks like Mr. Emery's
been texting his ex-wife.

"Stop your complaining.

If the boy's bored,
take him to Central Park."

- His family's in New York.
- That's right.

Here we go.

- That's them.

- Any sign of Emery?

- Nope.

- OK, well, way I see it,

we've got two options--

sit here and wait
for Emery to show,

or stroll on up to the door
and pay his family a visit.

- Yeah.
Hell yeah.

- Yeah?
- Uh--

- Just a conversation.

- Yeah.
I mean, yeah.

Of course.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- So someone called in
a bomb threat.

And you're sure it was a hoax?

- 90% sure.

We've got to check off
some boxes,

just for the paperwork.

We'll be out of here
in about 15 minutes, tops.

- OK.

- But first, actually,
is your husband here?

- My ex.
He lives abroad.

We're divorced.
- Oh.

Yeah, me, too.

You know, kind of in
the same boat with my kid.

Got to be tough being
without your dad, huh?

You see him often?

- We travel frequently.
That's when he sees his father.

- Oh.

- Well, must be cool
to go to Europe then, huh?

- I never said
he lived in Europe.

- No, you didn't.

- Can I see your badges
again, please?

- Of course.

Yeah, like I was saying,
being away from your dad,

it's got to be hard.

Can you imagine being
without your mom too?

It'd be awful, right?

[tense music]

* *

- Will you excuse me?

- Of course.

- Giles, you keep
the detectives company for me.

- You like sports, Giles?

- Yes.

I play soccer.
- Good man.

So does my son.

- If you don't take this deal,

they'll look for distribution
in Florida, or Texas, or some--

[phone beeping]

Do you want
to make money or not?

Look, be there tonight,
or I'll find someone--

[phone beeping]

I'll call you back.

What is it, Allegra?

I'm rather busy at the moment.

- There are two NYPD detectives

in my living room
talking to our son.

Are you too busy for that?

- What are their names?
- McKenna and Stabler.

- [chuckles]
Stabler.

- What have you done,
and why are they here?

- Allegra, I need you
to calm down.

- Don't handle me, Julian.
I'm not going to calm down.

And I'm not going to--
- My dad's...

- You know what?

You can deal with this
yourself.

You wanted to speak
to Julian, right?

That's why you're really here.
I've got him on the line.

I'm serious.

Julian, you're on speaker.

- Hello, Detective Stabler.

- Amber Valley.

- [laughs]
What's that?

Some kind of granola bar?
- No, no.

When both parents
are incarcerated,

that's where they put the kids.

It's a--you know,
a center for children

that's run through the,
uh--the foster system.

- The what?

- Why don't you
just come on in?

We can sort things out,

and your son can stay
with his mother.

- Julian, just do what he says.

- You're bluffing.

- Turn yourself in,
or I swear to God,

this will be the last time
you ever talk to your son.

* *

- Dad.

- Hey, champ.

Remember what I said?

Most handsome geezer
that ever was.

[laughs]

You'll be fine in life.

- [exhales]

- You will not take
my son away from me.

I promise you that.

- Don't worry about that.

He was right.

We were bluffing.

- And, Giles,
so is your dad.

He's bluffing.

He's gonna do everything
he can to see you again.

Thank you.

* *

- You got him?

- Uh...

Got him.

Plates and everything.

Looks like he's
heading to Red Hook.

- All right, keep me updated.

Hey, how's it going
with that USB?

- Uh, look.

I'm working on it, but
the data's pretty corrupted.

I think it might have been
exposed to a magnetic field

or a voltage spike.

- All right, stay with it.

- Red Hook Marine Terminal?

- Must be where
the Captagon's coming in.

[phone ringing]

- Randall.

- Hey, Elliot.

Hey, uh, Mom was digging
through a box of junk

at the Montauk house,
and she found something.

- Now's not a good time.

- It's an application
Joe filled out for the NYPD.

- What?
- Yeah.

Check your phone.
I sent you a photo of it.

It's from a few years back,
and, uh, it wasn't finished.

He never told you?

- No, I had no idea.

All right, later.
[phone beeps]

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Joe wanted to be a cop.

- Huh?
Yeah.

Yeah, I guess.

[engine turns over]

- Hold up.
Hold up.

How do you want to play this?

- What does that mean?

- Well, I mean, given
that Emery and his boys

are going to be fully geared up

and all we've got
is two service weapons--

- Well,
say what you want to say.

- Look, you and me can go in
like Butch and Sundance,

or we can call it in
and get some backup,

and try to restack
these odds a bit.

- [sighs]

- I seem to remember
that Butch and Sundance

didn't do too well.

Your call.

Hmm?

[static crackles]

- What the hell?

Reyes.
- Yeah.

- Are you still in the system?

- Uh,
I'm a little busy here, bro.

- I know that, but look,
I'm working on something

kind of important here,
and I just got locked out.

So do you mind
if I get onto yours?

- What were you doing?

- Uh...
- You know what?

Never mind.

I don't think I could
stomach you coming up

with some bullshit cover.

I know you've been
helping Stabler.

You, too, Reyes.
- Sarge, I--

- Save it.

You two compromised

a counterterrorism
investigation.

Do you understand
what kind of shitstorm

this is gonna bring down on us?

You better tell me
what Stabler is planning,

and you better tell me
right the hell now.

- Sarge!

I know where Emery's going.

Don't bother looking at them.

You can just--look,

this is on me, and I'm willing
to pay the consequences

that are coming my way.
- Oh, there will be many.

- Sarge, I understand.

Now, we can sit here
and discuss all of the ways

that I fucked up,
or we can get after Emery.

[tense music]

* *

- Last pallet on the truck.

* *

OK.
Back it up.

Back it up.

OK, we're good.

Park the forklift.
We're good.

OK, Nate, we are--
we're working on

a tight time frame here.

Get in the van.

Don't stop for anyone.
OK?

* *

- All right.

They're loading
the last of the product now.

I count 12 hostiles.

They're strapped, and they're
ready to move out now.

- OK, everybody, listen up.

ESU is 10 minutes away.
We don't have time to wait.

We neutralize the threat,
recover the product,

but our primary objective
is to bring Emery in alive.

Do you have
your head on straight?

- Yeah.

* *

- Police, don't move!

Drop your weapons!

[gunshots]

- Stop the truck!

[brakes screech]

- Get out! Now!

- Get out!
Out of the truck!

- Move!

[gunshots]

* *

- Reyes, I need you
to cover me.

- Yep.

Go!

[gunshot]

[gunshots continue]

[suspenseful music]

* *

- [screams]

* *

- Freeze!

Turn around.

Look at me.

Look at me!

- Freeze, asshole!

Show me your hands.

Now!

[tense music]

* *

[helicopter whirring]

[siren wails]

You made the right choice
back there, Detective.

- The choice was taken from me.

- Look, we got him.

Just let the rest play out.

- Hello, Elliot.

Lovely to see you again.

- Conspiracy to distribute
controlled substances,

possession with
the intent to distribute,

illegal exportation of arms,
money laundering,

providing material support
of terrorism.

- Is that all?

- The murder of
Joseph Stabler Jr.

- Oh, I forgot about that bit.

- Well, it's all there
in black and white.

- And, uh, I'm meant
to sign on the bottom line

here and confess
to all of this?

What are my alternatives?

- Guantanamo.

Living in a concrete coffin

and being fed through your nose
for the rest of your life.

- I think I'd rather spend
my remaining years

sipping sherry on my estate
in Devonshire.

- That's not going to happen.

- Imad al-Musawi.

Mustafa Karaki.

Ibrahim Afif.

Hezbollah's top leaders.

I can give them to you,

all of them,

but in return, I want
my assets unfrozen

and house arrest on my estate
in Devonshire.

[door clicks]

- Can I have a word, please?

[ominous music]

* *

- Who are you?

- ASAC Ed Guthrie, FBI.

You're done here.

Emery's my asset now.

Officially.
Paperwork's inbound.

- Your asset?

- You heard him in there.

If 10% of what
he's saying is legit,

then he immediately becomes
one of the most valuable

HUMINT assets we got.

- You're--
you're actually thinking

of giving him that deal?
- We're not thinking about it.

We're doing it.

There are much bigger things

at play here than
just some collar.

- Are you OK with this?
You all right with this?

- If Emery can help us crack
down on narco terrorism,

we have to give him
what he wants.

- He killed my brother!

How much misery has he
brought into this world?

How many people has he killed?

And you want to let him walk?

- Deal with it, Detective.

That's the game.

* *

- Let it play out, huh?

This is what happens.

- [sighs]

[footsteps approach]

- I just got off the phone
with the FBI liaison.

The deal with Emery
has been drawn up.

A DOJ rep's on her way
with paperwork.

I know this is
a tough pill to swallow,

but this is the right move.

Emery can give us more intel
on terrorist activity

in a single conversation

than we've collected
in the past year.

- And then we shake the devil's
hand and hand him a cigar.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- You've done a hell of a job
bringing Emery in.

Now it's time to let
the FBI do theirs.

- Stabler, wait!

Uh, I think I got something.

Look.

The USB your brother sent you,
it was in pretty rough shape,

but I was able to carve out
the individual files

from the raw data, and--

- What are we looking at here?

- It's texts, photos,
documents,

recorded conversations
going back six months.

Your brother was collecting
evidence against Emery.

And from what I can tell,
it's damning.

- Joe really was working
against Emery the whole time.

- Call Guthrie.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- We got him.

- Back for more?

You are a glutton for
punishment, Detective Stabler.

Reminds me of your brother.
- Oh, yeah?

How so?

- Well, he hated himself
so much that he chose to wallow

in drugs and debauchery.

But he was weak.

He was a worthless wretch.

Anyway, I should
be leaving soon.

I have a deal with your
Department of Justice.

- No, you don't.

- Excuse me?

- You don't have a deal.

It's over.

It turns out that my, uh,
worthless wretch of a brother

was actually working against
you over the last six months.

We have hard,
verifiable evidence

of every deal you made,
including with the Syrians.

- You're bluffing.

- Am I?

It would make everything
so much easier, wouldn't it?

Sign it.

Or don't.

It really doesn't
matter anymore.

Because whatever
my brother's problems were,

he was a Stabler.

And he just put your ass away
for the rest of your life.

[dramatic music]

* *

[door clanks]

* *

I learned recently my brother
Joey wanted to be a cop.

I think the choices he made
in life got in the way of that.

Today, he was a cop.

And a good one.

I'm gonna take that
bereavement leave now.

- Take all the time you need.

- Yeah.

- Hey, Mama.

- So you finally decided
to visit your old mom, huh?

- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.

Hey.

Why don't you put on
your Sunday best?

We're going to go to a thing.

- What kind of thing?

What do you mean?

- It's a ceremony kind
of thing, for Joey.

To honor him.

- For Joey?

What--what kind of ceremony?

Oh.

- We've got to talk, Mama.

- [sobbing]

- [clears throat]

There's usually a lot
more fanfare than this.

- That's OK.

It's better if it's just us.

Uncle Joey would
have liked that.

- You know, for you do this,
Elliot, it means a lot.

- Sergeant Bell, she's the
one who pulled the strings.

She has great moments.

This is one of them.

- You know, you boys used
to ask me who was my favorite.

In my mind, it just
always seemed to me

that my favorite was the one
who needed me the most,

you know?

And--[chuckles]

Joey's cry was the loudest.

[somber music]

* *

This plaque,
everything it says,

that's going to stay up here
a while, right?

- Yeah.
Forever, mama.

- [sniffs]

Forever.

* *

- Look at all those lights.

[sighs]
God, what a beautiful city.

To Joey.

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]