All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Organized.Crime.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

- 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.

[dramatic music]

- I want answers
for my children.

You took my wife from me.

- You got it all wrong, son.

- Upstairs is giving us
the task force.

- Who've I got?

- Elliot, you're not in charge
of it.

- Who is?

- Detective Stabler,
nice to see you again.

Our charge is to bust
Mr. Wheatley.

He's one of the world's
biggest distributors

of illegal narcotics.

- You didn't tell me you
were married.

- And divorced.

[gunshots]

I told you I could handle it.

You didn't need to send
your goons.

- I would never betray you,
Richard.

- You were planning to serve me
up to a cop tonight.

♪

- Elliot, you okay?

What just happened?

- I want to talk.
I just can't right now.

[dramatic music]

♪

What do we know?

- One-PP got an anonymous call
at 10:30.

No mention it was Sinatra.

Six-oh showed up on the scene
first, ID'd the body,

and it made its way
up the chain to us.

[dramatic music]

♪

Sergeant Ayanna Bell,
Detective Elliot Stabler,

Organized Crime Task Force.

Were there any witnesses?

- Nobody's come forward.
Not much here to work with.

- Prints wiped clean?

- Victim's wallet was intact,

but we didn't recover
a cell phone.

- What about a car?

- Found it on the other side of
the tunnel next to Kiddieland.

- He drove himself?

What theory are you guys
working with?

- Most likely, mob hit.

- One shell was recovered?
- This close, only takes one.

Hand-loaded casing.

Usually guys that hand-pack
their ammo,

they're either
specially trained military

or fanatic gun nuts.

- Or both.

- They did a hell of a job,

and as usual, the government
screwed up.

They just didn't make enough
of the damn stuff.

- One of the main reasons
we pay for concierge care

is so we don't have to wait
for appointments.

I abhor waiting.

- Listen, I feel you,

but before you both end up
with hypertension,

let me offer
a little saving grace.

[cell phone buzzes]

- You've got to be kidding me.

His ex-wife.
- Hello.

- The police just left
your house.

Your father was murdered.

- Oh, my God, no.

Thanks for letting me know.

- What did she want?

- I'll tell you about it
on the way home.

As I was saying, I have
a shipment on the way.

Come over to our house
on Wednesday night.

We're having
a little vaccination party

for family and close friends.

♪

[jaunty music playing
on radio]

♪

- Hey, do you know what
the holdup is?

- I don't hear a train coming.

Let me go call in, see if I can
find out what's going on.

- All right.

♪

- What the hell?

[dramatic music]

♪

- Oh, oh.

- Ahh!

[groaning]

[dramatic music]

♪

- They came in
from both directions,

two black SUVs.

- How many men were there?
- Four or five, I think.

- We found this guy
on the ground, passed out,

probably from shock.

- What can you tell us
about the shooter?

- They were wearing face masks,
military like.

- Military.

You find any slugs
or shell casings?

- We canvassed
the full perimeter, nothing.

They cleaned up good.
- Any CCTV cameras around?

- Unfortunately, no.

- We're gonna need
all the traffic footage

from every artery leading in
and out of this place

from 2100 to 0200 hours.

Maybe one of the cams caught
'em coming or going, huh?

- Who put a tourniquet
on that man's leg?

- The shooter.

- Trying to send a message?
- Which would be?

- You try to stop us,
we'll kill you.

Give us what you want,
you live.

- Where were those vaccines
headed?

- Harlem Hospital Center.

- Too bad for them.

- It gets worse.

If those vaccines
aren't stored properly,

within two hours,
they're useless.

- Hey, Liv, it's me.

About last night,
I'd appreciate it

if you didn't mention it
to anybody

before I have the chance
to explain.

Call me.

- Detective Elliot Stabler,

meet Detective Diego Morales
from GVSD.

- You wanna translate that
for me?

- Gun Violence
Suppression Division,

established 2016.

- Learn something new
every day.

Hey, welcome aboard.

Morales, we just got
the traffic cam footage

leading in and out
of the Jersey crime scene.

We're looking
for two black SUVs.

- Sprinters, Suburbans,
factory, custom?

Any license plate details?

- Well, I had one eye witness
with a gunshot in him,

traumatized, and he passed out,

so we're all doing the best
we can here.

And these vaccines,
they need to be stored

in very cold conditions.

If you have any ideas on that,
I'm all ears.

I'm gonna check on Wheatley
and the old man,

see if they have any warehouses
within a two-hour radius

of the heist that are equipped
to handle cold storage.

- Why would he care
if the vaccines rotted or not?

I mean, black market drugs--

it's not like there's
quality control.

- Because image and reputation

is what Wheatley cares
about most.

Being clean and smarter
and having more bravado

than anybody else.

Morales, contact your CIs
and your friends over at GVSD.

Any vaccines come in in bulk,

have them contact us first.

Slootmaeker, I need your focus
on this.

- Paper?

- This paper is two years
of my work

detailing Wheatley's business
in finance.

So follow the money.

All right, come on, y'all.

It's time for y'all to start
learning our guy.

Let's go.

Richard Wheatley was one of
the original online gangsters.

When he was still a freshman
at Columbia,

he developed an illegal
open source encryption software

called Mastaba.

- Egyptian for tomb,
ergo crypt.

Mastaba's a work of beauty.

- Yeah, if you're looking
to turn the dark web

into your personal playpen.

- What's with
the "Purple Magic"?

- It's a street drug.
- Fully laced opioid.

- Ten times as strong,
50 times as deadly as fentanyl.

Very ugly stuff.

- What's Wheatley's connection
to it?

- "Purple Magic" is made
from a prescription drug

called Naradol.

Wheatley pushes a ton of it.

The street version is
crazy expensive

and manufactured with the kind
of precision

that we don't normally see
in illegal drugs.

It has a mystique

which screams Wheatley.

- We're dealing
with a dangerous man.

- Yeah, smart and dangerous.

- I've never met the smart,
dangerous, very bad man.

I'd kind of like
an introduction.

- We don't need a warrant.

We're just here to talk
to Mr. Wheatley.

- I have to call up
to the office.

- Dick!

Dick Wheatley!

- It's actually Richard.

Do I know you?
- I don't know, do you?

- Sergeant Ayanna Bell.
Can we talk for a minute?

- My father passed away
last night.

Now's not a good time.

My daughter and I need to get
to the funeral home.

- My condolences.
- Thank you.

- Do you or any of your venders
do business

with a company called Certazul?

- Dana?

- Sure, we service some
of their products.

Certazul is an international
pharmaceutical manufacturer.

- Wait, is this
about that truck heist

last night in Jersey?

- Oh, you know about that?

- Only what I heard on the news
this morning.

Dana, did anyone mention
your department meetings?

- No, not that I recall.

- I'm afraid in the world
of vaccines distribution,

Contrapos is near the end
of the queue.

It's not our primary business.

- What is
your primary business?

- As you undoubtedly
already know, detective,

Contrapos is
a direct delivery service,

licensed and accredited by the
American Board of Pharmacists

in all 50 states.

Our mission is to provide

affordable prescription medication

with compassion
and transparency.

- Compassion, you sure you want
to use that word?

- Izak.
- Where you going?

- For more than a decade now,

Contrapos has been
a major donor

to the police foundation.

We'd like to help recover
those vaccines.

In fact, I'm gonna offer
a reward.

It'll be posted
within the hour.

- Oh, good.

9:00 p.m. Coney Island,
Wonder Wheel.

Where were you last night
9:00 p.m.?

- I was at home,
meeting with my ex-wife

about our son Richie's
birthday.

He's turning 30 this year,
and for obvious reasons,

we can't throw him a party.

- Any idea why your father
would be going

out to Coney Island last night?

- None whatsoever.
- Really?

'Cause I got a strange feeling
you were there yourself.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Extraordinary accusations
call

for extraordinary evidence,
detective.

- Yes, they do.
- Prove it.

- I will.

My job is to catch scumbags.

There's no doubt in my mind
you jacked those vaccines,

vaccines that were meant
for Harlem Hospital,

for people who need 'em.

The elderly, frontline workers,

folks who can't afford to have
a private doctor

show up at their house
with a vaccine shot

and a glass of Chardonnay.

I know what you are.

- Do you?

♪

I have to bury my father.

Is there anything else,
Detective--

what was your name again?

- You know my name.

♪

That went well.
- Hmm.

- Anything?

- I reviewed the footage in and
out of Weymouth and Richmond.

I'm about to hit up Egg Harbor.
- Okay.

Slootmaekers, you got anything?

- Wheatley's deep
into hedge funds.

He owns
a Palm Beach office building,

condominiums in the Philippines
and Dubai,

a couple cryptocurrency
investments,

a stake in an organic cosmetics
company.

There's a pattern.

- There's a pattern, where?

- To Wheatley's money.
I followed it.

He's been investing
since he was 18,

always buys big on tech things:
cryptocurrency,

blockchain, onion routing--

- Slow down, and in English,
what is onion routing?

- Layers of encryption used
to communicate anonymously.

Then he bought Nitro Nibbles.
- What's that?

- Is that
that bizarre ice cream stuff

that comes out of carts
in Central Park?

- You can't call it that.
The dairy industry will sue.

It's like you can't call
oat milk "milk."

- I got it.
She's right.

It's dessert, but why?

I mean, all this,
this makes sense,

but why would Wheatley buy
a dessert company--

what'd you call it,
Nitro Nibbles?

- He's got a teenage kid,
doesn't he?

That's what rich guys do.

You got a good report card,
your daddy took you out

for your favorite treat.

Wheatley buys his kid
the whole company.

Yo, Ayanna.

- Y'all, welcome
Detective Freddie Washburn.

He used to be my partner
in narco.

Well, my senior partner.

- Yeah, and now I work for her.

- Morales, pull up
the Mercerville footage.

Start at 0200 hours,
and go backwards.

Slootmaekers, give me
everything you got

on Nitro Nibbles.

- Uh-oh, think my man here
is jonesing for an ice cream.

- You can't call it that.
It's dessert.

- All right,
what are we looking for?

[suspenseful music]

- Go faster.

- In order to maintain
their unique texture,

Nitro Nibbles uses a process
known as pelletizing.

- Go down.

- To move the product,
they developed

a unique "cold chain"
technology

that stores the pellets at
negative 85 degrees Fahrenheit

and a patented infrastructure--

- Stop, right there.

- No way, is that
a Nitro Nibbles truck?

- Damn right.

- Freezer trucks.

[dramatic music]

♪

- No, don't worry
about it, babe.

Tomorrow night.
It'll be you and me,

some Mingus, a bottle
of Pappy 23...

Okay.

- Who's babe?

- Oh, my God, damn it!

Damn it, Richard,
don't do that to me.

- Do what?

You show up at my house
whenever you damn well please.

What's good for the goose
should be good for the gander.

Whoever he is,
he's definitely not worth

a $2,000 bottle of bourbon.

- Shut up, and make yourself
a less expensive drink,

and let's talk
about Richie's birthday.

- We did last night.

- Come again?

- When your boyfriend Stabler
swings by,

chitchatting about this
and that,

as he's bound to,

you're gonna tell him that you
and I were together

at my house at 9:00 last night

talking about Richie's birthday.

- Uh-uh, Richard, leave me out
of whatever mess you're in.

- I wish I could, my love,

but unfortunately, some
ex-wives are harder to leave

than others.

- You are such an unmitigated
piece of excrement.

- I love when you talk dirty
to me.

About that birthday party,

I'm thinking we throw
a small, intimate dinner party

for Rich, keep him out
of the clubs.

- I guarantee you that's how
Wheatley's moving the drugs.

- It just happened to be going
through downtown Mercerville

less than 30 minutes
after the heist.

- In a Nitro Nibbles truck.

- Certazul vaccines need
to be stored

at negative 80 degrees or below

in order to maintain
their efficacy.

Nitro Nibbles manufactures
a pelletized dessert treat

that's distributed
in freezer trucks

that run
at negative 122 degrees.

- Why else would Wheatley buy
an ice cream company?

- I can't go get you a warrant
to raid the factory

unless you show me something
that explicitly connects

the stolen vaccines
to the company.

- Okay.

- Slootmaeker, you need
a warrant

to hack into
a company's security cameras.

- I didn't.

I wrote a program that finds
all the social media accounts

of Nitro Nibbles employees.

They do a thing where they post
pictures of themselves

eating pellets that fell
onto the conveyor belts.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Freezer room, this is it.

- Are you ready?
- Set.

♪

Someone tipped him off.

- You think?

- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, sweet.

Have a good day!
- I will.

- Noah!
- Hey.

- Lunch.
- Oh, thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Bye, love you!

- I love you.
Bye.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I already drank mine,
so this one's for you.

- Thank you.

Thank you, and thank you
for meeting me.

- Well, seems like this
is the only way

we're ever gonna get to talk.

- Yeah.

- Drive Noah to school
every day?

- You know, whenever I can.

Every chance I get.

- You're a good mom.

- So...
- So...

- You gonna tell me
what happened the other night?

- Happened where?

- The other night
when you walked past me

in the lobby of your building,

and you practically jumped out
of your skin.

I thought you were gonna unload
your weapon on me.

- You startled me, that's all.

- You never startled before.

Look, Elliot, I don't want
to push you,

and I'll back off
if you want me to.

- I do.

Back off.

[soft music]

♪

- You have PTSD.

- [laughs]

♪

I've been on the job 35 years.

- And your wife was murdered
right in front of your eyes.

- Yeah, I think
I remember that.

♪

- Elliot, I'm a captain now,

and my job is to take care
of my people

and to make sure
that they're good,

and they're solid,

and they're together enough
to do the work.

- Okay.

- Okay, what?
- Okay, I'll take care of it.

♪

- Have you told Sergeant Bell?

- About the PTSD?

- About where you were
the night

that Manfredi Sinatra
was murdered.

I don't know where you were.

I only know
that you were jumpy,

you looked exhausted,

you have circles
under your eyes,

and I am worried
about you, Elliot.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Thanks for that.

- I didn't mean
to be patronizing.

- No, I know.

♪

Uh...

It felt good to hear that.

♪

Liv, you mean the world to me.

♪

I just think I needed to hear
you say that.

♪

Back off.

♪

- I'm making a fake profile
for you on Lovematch.

What do you want your name
to be?

- I don't want a name.

I want to know how this
is gonna help us

find the vaccines.

- Jack Carson, you're
a real estate developer

building one of the High Line
condominium towers.

Doctors are offering the
vaccine to their rich patients

at a jacked-up price.

We know
they didn't get it legit,

so we scrub your Lovematch hits
for rich ladies under 50,

not hospital workers or in any
other eligible category,

bragging they just got
an appointment.

- Hey, you actually expect me
to go on a date

with one of these line jumpers?

- Yeah, and get the name
of her Park Avenue doctor

who, out of the blue, came into
a supply of COVID vaccines.

- You're taking one
for the team, dude.

- Morales just got a bite
from his CI at Otisville.

Seems a bunch
of white collar criminals

just got their jabs
this afternoon.

- Well, unfortunately,
we don't have a lead yet

on who serviced these Madoffs.

- Newsflash, the Guardo
family's having a meet

this afternoon to choose
a new successor for Sinatra.

Seven Knights Social Club
in Brooklyn.

We should get some eyes
and ears in there.

- Good work, Freddie.

- Hey, let me know
if you have a hard time

getting any hits on Lovematch,
because this mug,

ladies find it irresistible.

[hip-hop music playing]

♪

- Hello, hello.

Let me know if I can get you
anything else, okay?

Mm?
- I'm good.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

- Hey, what about me?

- Annabella already took
your order, you jerk.

[chuckles]

It's your time, Joey.

Go for it.

- Let's get down to business.

Don Sinatra recently talked
to me

about the line of succession.

- When our Don wanted
to discuss serious matters,

he always talked first
to his capos.

- Ah, one of my old man's
favorite games.

Telling everybody
something different,

then watching them
bash heads over it.

You kind of have to love him
for it,

a true Darwinist.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Sorry for your loss.
- Thank you, thank you.

Thanks, guys.

♪

- Firstly, thank you
for your condolences.

I'm devastated.

- It's been a minute since
the last time we saw you,

Richie.

- Richard.

My son is Richie.

- Richard.

I know your father
would've liked you

to be a little more involved
back when he was still with us.

- My father understood
that I had other interests.

- So when did that change?

- It hasn't changed.
- Bull.

You didn't come all the way
down here

just to reassure us
you're not making a play.

- A play?

- To fill your father's shoes,
Richie--

Richard.

- You know me, Petey.

I love my work.

It's creative and
intellectually stimulating.

In the unlikely event

that I was looking to make
a career change,

this would not be
my first choice.

No offense, goombahs.

- Easy, Joey.
- I'm here--

I'm here to make
a business proposition.

It was actually
my father's suggestion.

- Your father's suggestion?

- Well, not strictly speaking.

The last time I saw him,

we discussed how he
and, by association,

this organization wasn't
adapting quickly enough

to the enormous changes
taking place in the world.

I thought it'd be
a fitting tribute to him

if I were to extend an offer

to help modernize
this organization.

- Minute of your time?

- Go ahead, talk.

- Washburn.

- I'm listening.

- You trust him?

- Unless you have evidence,

don't even say
what you're thinking.

- Okay, so let me just say
this.

Always right, always loud.

That's a dangerous cop
to have around.

- Are you questioning
my judgment?

- No, Sergeant,
just letting you know

something doesn't smell right.

- [sighs]

♪

[upbeat music playing]

♪

- So how long
you been working here?

- Long enough.

- Long enough, long hours.

I'm sure you get hungry.

How 'bout dinner?

- You don't even know my name.

- Well, what's your name?

- We're out of here, Richie.

- Hey, remember me, all right?

I'll be back.

Matter of fact, you'll be
seeing a lot of me

around here, best believe.

♪

- Gina.

♪

My name is Gina.

- Okay, Gina.

[dramatic music]

- So what are your thoughts?

- That cocktail waitress?
Fire.

- What are your thoughts
about what just took place?

You're supposed to be listening
and learning,

not picking up the help.

- Do you have any idea
how uncool you sound right now?

♪

You want to be the Jeff Bezos
of organized crime.

- Go on, I'm listening.

- That's the business proposal.

- Look, Pop Pop's guys take
all the risk, right?

They work their balls off,

steal and deal whatever they
can get their hands on.

Guns, drugs, gold bars,
whatever.

Then it gets distributed
through your encrypted network

that nobody is brilliant enough
to hack into,

and you just be sitting back,

eating off
of everybody's plate,

just like Bezos.

- You may turn out to be
your father's son after all.

- Tried to tell you.

- ADA gave us a warrant
to place a bug.

Office, not home.

We're gonna need a lot more
than what we've got

to get anything
in his private residence.

- Copy that, Sergeant.

- We get one device,
one device only.

She wants proof positive
results in three days,

or she's gonna shut us down.
Get it done.

- Copy that.

- Helene?

- Jack.

- Hi.

It's nice to meet you--

- I don't think we can, right?
- Sorry.

We don't do that anymore.

Your picture
didn't do you justice.

- Thank you.
- Oh, I'm just honest.

- Well, shall we?

- Yeah--hey...

I hope you don't take this
the wrong way.

- Wow, really?

Just like that?
- No--

- So what's your deal?
- There's no deal.

- What, I'm too short?
- No.

- Not busty enough.
- No, Helene--

- I know it's not
my personality

because you didn't even give it
a chance.

- No, it's--it's--

Look, my name's not Jack.

I don't even do real estate.
I'm a cop.

And I'm just trying to find out

who's offering stolen vaccines
to their patients

at 50 times the market value.

I saw in your DM that you're
getting a vaccination tomorrow.

- You suck.

- I'm not gonna argue
that point.

I simply want the name
of your doctor.

- Well, it's none
of your business.

- No--well...

that's where you're wrong,
and--

Look, you as a taxpayer,
that's what you pay me to do.

It's stolen vaccines.

They were meant to go
to other people.

Vulnerable people, the elderly,
your parents, kids...

I'm just doing my job.
Do you get my point?

- Dr. Lawrence Valentine.

If you give them my name,
they'll know

you're good for it, and they'll
fit you in right away.

- Helene, you're doing
a public service.

Thank you.

- My phone number's
on the back.

I don't really care whether
you're married or single.

- You're very attractive,
Helene, but--

- But still not your type.

I get it.

- No, I recently lost my wife.
I'm just not ready.

- [softly] Oh.

[melancholy music]

♪

Shh, shh.

♪

[smooth music playing]

♪

- Enjoy.
- Right away.

- Ready, ma'am?
- Mm.

- Here you go.
- Mm.

Press that.

- Look at that dress.
[laughs]

- All right?

♪

- So what are you into
these days, Rich?

And don't say plastics.

- Plastics?

- Sir, are you ready
for your injection?

- Plastics.
It was a joke, never mind.

Do you have a plan?
A business idea?

- As a matter of fact,

I had a business meeting
this afternoon.

Yeah, me and Dad, down at
the Seven Knights Social Cl--

♪

- Handle your brother.

- Excuse me.

♪

- Excuse us.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Dude, are you serious?
- What are you talking about?

- Seven Knights, Richie.

You know that Dad
doesn't exactly broadcast

the fact that Manfredi Sinatra
was his father.

That's not smart.

- I don't care.
- Oh, you don't care--

- I'm proud to be his grandson.

- Well, that would be
really bad for Dad's business,

and therefore really bad
for all of us,

if that were
a widely known fact.

- Jesus, Dana.

Have a little respect, huh?

He literally just died.

- Okay.

Let's get something straight.

Pop Pop was a murderer,
a racist,

a misogynist, and a thug,

and the whole world became
an infinitely better place

the second that he took
his last breath,

and more important than that,
he didn't even love you or me,

and do you know why?

- I know what you're gonna say.
- Do you know why?

- And it's not true.

- Because we're Black.

And despite that Godfather
"family comes first" crap

that those mob guys hold
so dear,

race came before family
with him.

Don't forget that.

[dramatic music]

♪

- [whistles a tune]

- Sergeant Bell, we're in.

- No!

No.

Kathy.

Kathy.

Hey.

- Dad?

- No.

- Hey.

Dad, wake up.

- Hey!

- What's that?
What is it?

What's up?

- You were just--
you were shouting,

having a nightmare
about Mom.

- Did I freak you out?

- I'm okay.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

We're gonna be all right.

[mournful music]

♪

[crying]

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Have you tried
the cocoa swirl kind?

It is everything.

- You are never gonna guess
who showed up

at the Seven Knight Social Club
last night.

- Do tell.

- Dr. Valentine will come in
to talk to you in a minute,

Mr. Carson.

Then I'll be back to give you
your shot.

[dramatic music]

♪

- I've seen a lot of women
your age

with the same symptoms.

The technical term we use
is menopause,

but if it makes you feel
any better,

I can write you a prescription
for--

- Dr. Lawrence Valentine?

- What is this?
- NYPD.

Excuse us, ma'am.

Dr. Lawrence Valentine,
you are under arrest

for the possession
of stolen goods

and the illegal acquisition
and administration

of the COVID-19 vaccine.

[upbeat music]

♪

- Excuse me, we've been waiting
all morning for our shots.

- Bet they cost you
a lot of money, too.

- Where are you taking
our doctor?

♪

- Sergeant Bell, didn't
the governor make it illegal

to jump the line?

- You know what,
Detective Stabler?

I believe he did.

- Which would make them all
in violation.

- Yep.

All right, folks,
you're all under arrest.

Line up on the wall.

- Come on.

Line up.

♪

- Jerk chicken looks festive.

- Uh-uh, you're gonna want
the Carolina fried chicken

and waffles, trust me.

- Waffles?
It's dinnertime.

You really eat that?
- You're damn straight.

And mac 'n' cheese,

and ribs, and a side of greens.

You want me to order for you?
- Sure.

- Detective, I think we had
a very productive work day.

- And I think I'm about
to say something

that might cost me my job.

- Then don't say it.

- Well, there's no respect
without honesty, so...

The night he was murdered,

Manfredi Sinatra reached out
to me,

claiming to know who killed
my wife.

He told me to meet him

on Coney Island
at the Wonder Wheel.

- Stabler--

- I'm the one who found
his body.

- Don't.
- I called it in anonymously.

- Stop.
Stop talking.

I know you are not about
to tell me

that you took his cell phone,

because if you told me that,
I would have to arrest you.

- Copy that.

[dramatic music]

- But if you did take it,

I know you gave it
to Slootmaeker,

told her to get every bit
of evidence off of it,

so we can nail
the son of a bitch

who did this to your family.

♪

- You guys good?
- I'm great.

- We're good.

- Ready to order?

- Yeah.

We'll have the fried okra
and the fried alligator.

- I'll have the waffles.
- Mm, smart man.

♪

- Thanks, Carl.

I'll see you on Sunday.

- Eli!

Get inside, get inside!

[dramatic music]

♪

Who are you?

♪

[siren wailing]