All language subtitles for Law.And.Order.Organized.Crime.S02E06.1080p.WEB.h264-GOSSIP

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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.

- What's your interest
in Damon's case?

- I want you to partner
with my old firm.

- And what's in it for you?

[suspenseful music]

- Who's that?

- Edmund Ross,
hedge fund billionaire.

- Your friend, Flutura,

she's a lot more
than a party planner.

- They're bidding on the girls.

- Human trafficking.
We're moving in.

- [sobs]

♪

- I'm a police officer.
You're safe now.

- Drop the weapon, Ross.

We are way more interested
in Kosta than we are in you.

- Ross keeps a black book

of everyone
who attends his parties.

- How did this happen?

- There's a rat
in this organization.

- Whoa.
[laughs]

- Lightweight?
- [laughs]

Okay, you'll see. You'll see.

- Never had
that problem before.

- Oh, really?
- Oh, come on.

- Oh, you saved me again,
Eddie.

- Well, when you call--
- Drunk, I'm drunk.

- Well, drunk or not,
when you call,

I'm at your disposal.

- We drink Raki,

nectar of the Albanian gods.

- Yeah.

- Well, yeah, 90 proof.
That's some nectar.

- The jukebox is why I had Albi
take over this place.

- Ain't no rock and roll
in Albania?

- Mm. Not like this.

New wave.

[Blondie's "Call Me"]

♪

- ♪ Color me
your color, baby ♪

♪ Color me your car

♪ Color me
your color, darling ♪

♪ I know who you are

♪ Come up
off your color chart ♪

- When I was 15,
this was my favorite song.

- You know what it's about?
- Of course.

It's about a woman
who wants a man.

- Well, it's about a call girl.

- You're making an assumption.

You don't know anything
about her.

- No, it's a prostitute.

You know, the girls
at the party the other night.

♪

- They're not prostitutes.
- Okay.

I didn't mean
to hurt your feelings.

- You did.

- ♪ Emotions come

♪ I don't know why

♪ Cover up love's alibi

- Why you care?
- I don't care.

I'm just trying
to make dumb conversation.

I apologize.

- Let's converse like this.

You know, it would be
a lot worse for the girls

if they
didn't have me involved.

- What do you mean a lot worse?
How so?

- I protect them
from Albanian men

because they're derra--pigs.

- Well, look, I don't know
nothing about Albanian men,

but those guys
at the party the other night...

♪

- The year this song came out
was the year I was sold.

[solemn music]

The men my father sold me to--

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait--wait a minute.
Your father?

What do you mean your father?
- On the boat to America...

♪

The men had their way with me,

sometimes three or four
in one night.

Only one man didn't hurt me.

He was supposed to take me
to the warehouse

where they kept the girls,

but instead,

he took me home and married me.

- Albi.

Albi saved you.

- Maybe I saved him.

All men are pigs.

Once in a while,
one of you comes through.

[metal clattering]

Is someone out there?

[suspenseful music]

♪

If it's Albi, he'll kill you!

- Hey. Hey!

What are you doing?

Who are you? Who sent you?

Hey, answer me. Who are you?

What do you want?
- Eddie Wagner.

- Last time. Who are you?

- I'm your son.

[dramatic music]

- Hey, look, I don't know
what you want or who you are,

but you better disappear,

or I'm gonna
make you disappear.

Get out of here.
Get out of here!

- Who was it?

- Just some kid
looking to jack the bar.

Come on.

Keep drinking.

[tense music]

♪

- Mama.

- Oh, good,
just in time for breakfast.

- Yeah, no, I can't.
I'm just here to check on Eli.

- Yeah, he's still
not talking to me.

- All right.
I'll try and fix that.

- I'll fix you some eggs.
- I don't have time.

- You've got time
to eat a couple of eggs.

- All right, sleepyhead,
rise and shine.

Let's go.

- Dad, God,
give me a break.

- Want me to give you a break?
Why you still asleep?

- I was up late prepping
for a chem test, okay?

- Okay.

- Check the cameras
if you don't believe me.

- Well, those cameras
are there for your safety,

and Jet only flags something
for me if it's suspicious.

- God, it's like East Germany

in the Cold War,
and you're the Stasi.

- Look, it may seem
like I'm policing you,

and, well, okay, I am,
but look, once I'm back home,

you and me, we can come up
with a better system.

- Once you're back home?
- Yeah.

- Where's Grandma gonna sleep?

- Your eggs are ready.

- Transnational organized crime
poses one of

the greatest threats
to New Yorkers' safety,

our health,
our democratic institutions,

and our economic well-being.

Now we're seeing an even
more pernicious alliance

forming between
these criminal organizations

and our so-called pillars
of Wall Street.

Last week,
a hedge fund billionaire

by the name of Edmund Ross

was implicated
in a sex trafficking ring

run by a ruthless
Albanian mafia outfit

known as
the Kosta Organization.

As Governor of New York...

- Really wish
he hadn't done that.

- [chuckles]
What do you expect?

Bleeding heart liberal.

Sees a billionaire
in the headlines,

of course he's gonna
jump all over him.

- The Ross arrest was
heavily reported on the news.

- Yeah, but nobody
ever mentioned the Albanians.

- Yeah, that's 'cause we were
keeping them on the DL.

He must have a mole downtown.

- How the hell did we not know
Eddie Wagner has a son.

- Excuse me?
- A son?

- Yeah, a son.
I'm with Flutura last night.

I'm trying to get her
to tell me

about the K-O
trafficking operations,

which I think I recorded

with your super
secret agent watch there,

and I'm interrupted by some
juvie looking stalker kid

who claims that he's
Eddie Wagner's son.

So, I ask again, is it true?
How'd that happen?

Because this arose
with a Maine driver's license.

Louis Chinaski.
- Run it.

[suspenseful music]

- Louis Edward Chinaski,

19 years old
from Bangor, Maine.

Louis' mother, Janice Chinaski,
OD'd in 2011.

Louis went into
the foster system at age six.

And it looks like
there was a male,

one E Wagner, who was
in and out of the household.

- Hence Louis' middle name.

- Which makes it very likely
that Eddie was his father.

- Apologies for missing it
on my original search.

No excuses, but most of what

I was able to find
on Wagner was analog.

- Anything else?

- A domestic incident report

that shows the kid
landed in the ER,

which is how
Child Services got involved.

- Fractured ribs,
nose, orbital bone.

Six years old.

Looks like not only
am I an arsonist,

I'm also a child abuser.

- Stabler, don't get invested
in this kid.

- I'm not invested.
I scared him away.

He came looking
for his piece of trash father,

and I convinced him
I'm still a piece of trash.

- Good, because if it risks
blowing your cover,

we're gonna have to pick him up
and take him off the street.

- Hey, Jet,
no more surprises, yeah?

- Copy.
- Okay.

Where are we with Ross?

- Brewster and I were waiting
on you to interrogate him.

We gotta flip this guy.

- DA's Office concurs
that we have enough

to indict Briscu and Bogdani.

- We're not moving
on Albi or Reggie

until we have enough
to indict Kosta.

All the dominoes fall in a row.
That's what Sergeant Bell said.

- Kosta is the endgame.

- We've already told you.
We're not interested.

- What was your arrangement
with the Kosta Organization?

How long were they
supplying girls to you?

- The who?

- Ask him how he chose
his party planner.

- Flutura Briscu
put together an event

for the Mersham Foundation.

I was one of the honorees.

It was an impressive event,

so I hired her
to do my next event.

- I suppose you weren't aware
that Mrs. Briscu is married

to the number two man
in the Kosta Organization.

- As I said, I've never heard
of the Kosta Organization.

- Oh, maybe this
will jog your memory.

♪

- That man
whispering in your ear,

that's Jon Kosta.

You still never heard of him?

- Did he pay the K-O
a flat fee for the girls?

- Or did Kosta also take
a cut of the final sales

after the girls were purchased?

- I had no idea
those girls were being sold.

- That's BS.

Rita was sent to Ross' house
a few days before the party.

You tell him
we've got Rita in custody,

and she is prepared
to testify against him

every assault
that she endured at his hands.

- Some Albanian girl says this.
I say that.

I don't know, Sergeant.

Seems like a case
of he said, she said to me.

- That black book
look familiar?

♪

There are plenty of names
still in this book

that didn't burn up
when you threw it in the fire.

So Mr. Ross,
you have two choices.

One, you can talk to us.

Two, Jon Kosta
and the other important people

in his book are gonna make sure
you don't talk to anyone.

♪

- Right hand up.
Protect, protect.

Keep your guard up.
Joe, come on.

- Hey, Eddie.

- Mjaft, Mjaft.
Stop, stop, stop!

You want to kill
my best fighter?

Didn't tell me
you had a kid, Eddie.

- Probably got a lot of kids
I don't know about.

- Familia.
Know what that means, Eddie?

- Yeah, family.

- Very important
in the Albanian culture,

even if the kid is a bastard.

- He said
I got your boxing genes.

And you know, someday

I could even be
a better fighter than you.

- Well, you're not yet,

and unless you want me
to prove it to you,

you're gonna get the hell
out of here right now.

- Wait, wait, wait!

I, uh...

Uh...

[sentimental music]

♪

- Come here.

What do you want?
You want money?

- No, I don't want money.

Look, a couple of weeks ago,
a friend of mine in Brooklyn,

he sends me a link
about a drug bust in Red Hook.

He said I could stay with him

if I wanted to come
try to find you.

- Great. You found me.

- Yeah, and I'm not
looking for a handout.

You know, I could use a job.

I could, you know,
help out with stuff.

- Don't have no job.
- I'm pretty good with--

- I don't have
a job to give you.

- Hey, kid, this is my gym.

You want to earn a few bucks,
I can find you something to do.

I'm sure Eddie wouldn't mind.
Would you, Eddie?

- No.

♪

Well, Louis Chinaski,
congratulations.

You're the Besa Boxing Gym
spit bucket boy.

♪

- That Ross arrest is really
hitting the nerve of our base.

Who would have thought I'd be
the tough-on-crime candidate?

What can I do for you,
Detective?

- Sergeant. Ayanna Bell.

I was surprised
to hear you calling out

transnational
criminal organizations by name

at your rally this morning.

- I'm a progressive, Sergeant.

That doesn't mean
I'm in favor of crime.

- Unfortunately, we're in
the middle of an investigation.

- The Edmund Ross thing.

- He's a bad guy,
but he wasn't our target.

Our operation
is focused on the TCO

that supplies the girls to him.
- The Albanians.

- It hasn't been
reported anywhere

that it was
an Albanian syndicate,

and we make a point

of not identifying any group
or crew or individuals.

- 'Cause you didn't
want to tip them off.

I get it,
and I certainly didn't mean

to jeopardize
your investigation.

- It's not just that.

When you name check a man
like Jon Kosta

in public the way you did,

you're putting yourself in
a really dangerous situation.

- If I had a nickel for
everyone who doesn't like me

because of a position
I've taken, Sergeant Bell,

I wouldn't have to spend
so much time fundraising.

I do have a bodyguard.

- Only one?

- I didn't even
want to hire him.

My wife insisted.

- Just be careful.

- Someone talked to the NYPD.
I'll figure out who it was.

It could have been
one of Ross' guests,

someone with
a business vendetta,

or someone facing charges
looking to make a deal.

- It's a possibility.

- Well, I gotta consider
another possibility.

[tense music]

someone in this room
is disloyal.

♪

Flutura...

You're the one
who said there's a rat.

Well, there can be
female rats too.

Women are weak.
They gossip, talk too much.

- I'm not weak!

- If you suspect Flutura,
you suspect me, too, Jon.

- Maybe I should.

James.

Stand up.

- Why?

- My grandfather,
he used to say

that you can tell
by the shape of a man's tongue

if he's a liar.

Open your mouth.

Stick your tongue out.

Uh-huh.

[muffled scream]

♪

Well, maybe
my grandfather could tell,

but I have no idea

if my friend James
is innocent or guilty.

This isn't justice.
This is a warning.

And it's child's play
compared to what I'll do

to whoever led the police
to that party.

♪

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- You really must take
that tongue down, Jon.

It's starting to smell.

- Well, tell me who the rat is,
I'll take it down.

- You know it's not me, right?
- No, you're too smart.

Reggie's too stupid.

You think it was Ashes?
He's an outsider.

- Too small time.

- That's what I think too.

More likely it's one of our own

two-timing us
with another Albanian clan.

- Well, if it is,
I will root them out.

- You know this man Garcia?

- What about him?
- I want him dead.

- What did he do?

- What'd he do?
He insulted our people.

He insulted me
on national television

in front of the whole world.

My name, Albi! My name!

[tense music]

A man doesn't do that
and live to do it again.

- This is not Albania.

You cannot kill
political candidates.

- If you ever read
a history book in your life,

you'd know that they've killed
much more important men

than Teddy Garcia
in this country.

Wagner! Get in here.

I want you to give
your friend Albi here

a lesson on American history.
- Okay.

- How many prominent men
have been assassinated

in this country
in the last century?

♪

- JFK, RFK, MLK,

and they might have got Reagan
if he'd had a K in his name.

- You see, Albi?

If history
has taught us anything,

it's that you can kill
whoever you want in America,

including this
meddling politician Garcia

who calls us the Albanian mafia

and drags my name
through the gutter.

- Who's Garcia?

- [sighs]
Okay, you're kidding me, right?

Don't none of you
watch the news?

- I don't own a TV.

- [sighs]
This is gjakmarrja.

You know what
that means, Wagner?

- Blood feud.

♪

- I got a job for you.

- Okay.

- I want you to find out
who tipped

the police about Edmund Ross.

- I'm on it.

- Convince me it wasn't you.

♪

- I need your advice.
Eddie Wagner.

I know you don't like him,
and I don't understand why,

but I want to know exactly what
you saw in his coffee grounds.

[Albanian pop music playing]

♪

"Grief and tragedy."
Don't they always go together?

- [chuckles]

Zemerimi.

I know. He's angry.

But tell me about love.
Dashuri.

Has Eddie been seeing
one of my girls?

Is he the one
that called the police

and had them taken away?

[suspenseful music]

What? What do you see?

♪

Yes, he saved someone.

He saved me
from being arrested.

Did he save anyone else?

♪

- You're good at that.

- Well, if there's one thing
the Marines teach you

how to do, it's fold.

That guy running
for governor...

Teddy Garcia,

Kosta wants him dead.
- Already on it.

Personally advised him
not to mention

Kosta's name
in any of his speeches.

- Well, it might be too late.

Kosta used the word
"gjakmarrja."

- What's that, like besa?
- It's like blood feud.

When an Albanian
says "gjakmarrja,"

they're not messing around.
They mean it.

They're gonna follow through.

- You think Jon Kosta
would put out a hit?

- Well, seeing as how he has

a man's tongue
nailed to his office wall,

and I saw him cut it
out of the guy's mouth,

I'd say the chances
are pretty good.

♪

- How's your misguided son?

- Eli or Louis?

- The one I told you
to kick to the curb.

I hope you did it.

- Still working on it.

- I'ma send the three-six
to pick him up for jaywalking.

- No, just give me
a little more time with that.

I think Louis is slowly
coming to the realization

that his father is a dirtbag.

♪

- Sergeant Bell.

You brought backup.
Am I in trouble?

- This is my colleague,
Sergeant Brewster.

- Always happy to meet
another voter.

- I'll be voting
for the other guy.

That's not why we're here.

- Jon Kosta
ordered a hit on you.

- We want to put a car

on your office
and one on your house.

- I appreciate
your concern, Sergeant,

whether you vote for me or not,
but that's not what I'm about.

Riding in an armored car
from my heavily-guarded office

to my heavily-guarded home?

- So it's about optics.
- It's about message.

I won't be intimidated
into hiding behind a badge

every time someone I call out
in a speech threatens me

because I call out
a lot of people,

and I'm gonna continue
to call them out

till I'm New York's governor
and long after that.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm in the middle

of date night,
and my wife is winning.

As usual.

[tense music]

- [grunts]

♪

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[upbeat music playing]

♪

- Hey, whatever this is,
it's gonna stop,

or I'm gonna make it stop.

- Look, I just wanted
to tell you--

- And I just want to tell you

just 'cause I boned your mom
don't make me your father.

Do you understand
what I'm saying to you?

- Look, she was
asking questions about you.

That lady, the one in the bar

that you were
sucking face with.

- Yeah, what kind of questions?
What was she asking about?

- Who's my mother?

When was the last time
I saw you?

Stuff like that.
- What'd you say?

Did you tell her
you were the one in the alley?

- No, I thought
if you didn't tell her,

there must have been a reason
for her not to know.

- You're smart.
All right, I gotta get going.

- You on a job?
- And that's dumb--questions.

Asking too many questions
is trouble.

- Well, I want
to work with you.

I want to learn how you roll.

- How I roll? Okay.

I got a job later today.

Maybe you can help me out.
Go to the hardware store.

Get me a giant can
of lighter fluid.

Bring it back to my place
in an hour.

You know where I live,
don't you?

- Yeah.

- Hey.
Did he say what it's about?

- Just something to do
with Damon's settlement.

I've been working
with this law firm.

- Nova, one minute. I forgot.

[suspenseful music]

Give this to your boss.

Tell him there's more
where that came from.

- Yes, sir.

♪

- Yo, Charlene.

- Bye, Nova. See you soon.

- Ladies, please.

I have news.

- Good news or bad news?

- Well, I'll leave that
for you to decide.

The NYPD is prepared
to offer $750,000

in a settlement
for the unwarranted assault

of your nephew.

- That's more than five times
their original offer.

- I believe they
may have been swayed

by the Edmund Ross affair.

Very big piece of business.

- They know about
your involvement?

- I may have mentioned it.

It all reflects well
on you, Sergeant Bell.

- And there's still
the little matter of the--

- The apology, indeed.

Would Damon
be willing to accept

the carefully-written statement

that acknowledges
this never would have happened

were he not a young, Black man?
- I think he might.

- Ayanna?

- I'm happy
if Damon and Denise are.

- Then I venture
this was good news.

♪

- Raki.

Nectar of the
Albanian gods, right?

- It's lion's milk.
Makes you strong.

- There a reason
why you gotta be strong?

You ain't gotta
tell me nothing, man,

but if you do,

I just want you to know
it ain't gonna leave this bar.

- Albi ordered me to do a job.
- Mm-hmm.

- Said Kosta
chose me special for it.

- So you gotta do it, right?
- Yeah, I gotta do it.

- Yeah.

- I mean, I gotta get
back in his good graces.

I gotta shine
for once, you know?

- Yeah.

- And if he picked me,
that means he's ready

to move me up
if I do a good job, right?

- Yeah. So what's the problem?

- It's high-risk.
- Mm-hmm.

- Just not sure
I can pull it off.

- No, no, no.

Hey, Reg, I believe in you,
man, so whatever it is,

I know you can do this.
I know it.

- If I don't do it,
somebody else will.

- Mm-hmm.
- Right?

- Mm-hmm.

- And then he'll just
keep passing me over,

and I'll just stay
where I've always been.

- Whatever you need,
I'm there for you.

- I'm supposed to do it alone.
- So do it alone.

You know,
I don't want the credit.

I'm just letting you know.

Whatever it is, you know,
tell me what you need.

Whatever you need.

- Why?

[tense music]

- What do you mean why?

Why?

What we've been through,
you and me,

all the things
that you've done for me.

'Cause you're my boy,
that's why.

♪

- All my life,
all I've ever been taught

was to trust only family.

- I get it, man.

- It's times like these I wish
my father was still around.

- You know, Reg,

that Louis kid,

coming around, telling me
that he's my son,

and I got no fatherly feelings
towards that dude whatsoever.

But you?

You're my family.

♪

- Yeah.

[grunts]

- So you gonna tell me
what the job is or what?

- Okay, people, let's move.

This hit is going down
in real time as we speak.

- Does Garcia have security?

- One rent-a-cop

who seems like he's watched
too many war movies.

- Designated shooter
is Reggie Bogdani.

- Why would Kosta give
a buffoon like Bogdani

such a big job?

- Stabler's theory is
that Bogdani is expendable,

which means they'll
let him go down shooting.

Stay sharp.

[dramatic music]

.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Garcia's at a campaign stop,

and Stabler's on his way
to intercept him.

- I've got a Twitter hit
on Garcia.

"Just left the park
with my amazing volunteers."

Tracking him.

♪

- Come on, Eddie.

[phone ringing]

Eddie, what the hell, man?

If I drive around this block
one more time,

I'm gonna go bananas.
- Just hang tight.

I got my eyes on Garcia.

- Mr. Garcia,
this is Sergeant Bell.

- I'm on my way
to a book signing.

Can I get back to you--

- I want you to listen
to me very carefully.

There's an assassin
with a screw loose

that's ready to take you out
when you get to your home.

A detective and an ESU team
has been dispatched to your car

and to your residence.

Is there anyone
at your house right now?

- I told you, Sergeant,
I have my own security,

and he's more than capable of--

- Mr. Garcia,
please listen to me.

- Terry Garcia.
- Hey, whoa.

- Hey, hey!
- Take it easy.

I'm a cop.
I'm a cop!

Mr. Garcia,
I work for Sergeant Bell.

NYPD.
Tell your man to stand down.

- It's all right.

I told your Sergeant--

- I don't care
what you told her.

There's a man from the K-O
coming to kill you

because you shot
your mouth off.

Is anyone
at your house right now?

Wife, kids?

- My kids are gone
for the weekend,

and my wife is volunteering.

But, actually, she might
be getting back right now--

- Call her right now.
Tell her not to go home.

Get in the car, please.
You too.

Call her now.

♪

[sharp ringing]

- [humming nervously]

How many times can I
drive around this thing?

It's like
a freaking ice cream truck.

[phone ringing]

All right, Reg, come on.
You got this.

You got this.
[car horn blares]

Hey, watch out!

- Okay, Stabler's with Garcia.
- Close call.

- Our man
intercepted the target.

Has ESU secured the residence?

- There's an accident
on the Westside Highway.

SRG is sending a backup unit.

- There you are.

♪

Yeah, yeah, let's do this.
Let's do this.

[phone ringing]

- Pick up the phone, Diana!
Pick up the phone!

- Shoot. Hey, Reggie!

- It's on, Eddie.
It's shine time now.

- Reggie, listen to me,

listen to me,
you're wasted, man.

I got Garcia
right in front of me in a car.

- Just hang tight.
Wait for my signal.

- No, bro, I saw him go in now.
I'm making my move.

- No, Reggie, you didn't.
Reggie, Reggie!

♪

[tires squeal]

[car horn blares]

[intense music]

- Come on. Come on.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone.

[phone ringing]

Pick up the phone.
[doorbell rings]

[phone ringing]

Pick up the phone.
Pick up the phone.

♪

[phone ringing]
[doorbell ringing]

- Hi, babe.

- Hey.
Where are you right now?

- I just got home.

Hang on, one sec.
I'm just getting a delivery.

- Diana, don't open the door!

- Hello?
Do I need to sign for it?

[gunshot]

- No, no, no!
Diana, are you okay?

Diana!

- [panicked breathing]
Oh.

- We need to go
to my house now!

♪

[sirens wailing]

Diana?

Diana, are you okay?

[solemn music]

♪

Diana.

Come on, sweetheart.
Talk to me.

♪

Diana, talk to me, okay?
God, please!

Please, no, God!
No, no, come on!

Help! Help me!

Help, help!

.

- Can you believe this guy?

Milking the death of his wife
for a photo op?

Politicians,
you know what I mean?

- My nephew
really screwed this up.

- I don't know about that.

- What do you mean?

- Well, if he did his job
and took out Garcia,

it'd be over.

That scum wouldn't
feel a thing.

This way,
he can suffer a while,

and then we send somebody
capable to finish the job.

- There will be
no mistake next time

because I will do it myself.

- That's good.
That's what I like to hear.

[suspenseful music]

Meantime, Edmund Ross.

- They're still holding him,
which means

he must be making a deal.
You agree?

- Yeah, that rich candy ass
is too soft for prison.

He'll say anything
to get out of doing time.

I need you
to take care of that too.

Before he gets in front
of a grand jury.

- Don't worry.
- Albi...

No more mistakes.

- You have my word, Jon.

♪

[reporters
questioning indistinctly]

- This afternoon,

my beautiful,
brilliant wife Diana

volunteered
at a women's shelter

as she's done twice a week
for the past five years.

Two hours later,
she was murdered

with a bullet
that was meant for me.

I wish that bullet
had struck me instead of her

with all my heart.

I will not rest
until the cowards

who did this
are brought to justice.

[reporters
questioning indistinctly]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

- Hey, hit me
with one more, please.

Hey. I said hit me again.

- Take it easy, bro.
It's happy hour.

Be happy.

- You got a problem, chief?
Huh?

- Yo, Reggie!

- Eddie?

My man.

[chuckles]

- Reggie Bogdani,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

♪

- I thought you were
gonna be here an hour ago.

- Yeah, well, I got held up.

- Is this enough lighter fluid?

- Yeah, it's fine.

- Well, how about you
teach me how to use it?

- [chuckles]
How to use it?

You put it on the coals,
you light it,

you throw the burner on top.

- No, you know what I mean.
Like, Eddie Ashes stuff.

- Some other day.
- No, no.

Not until you keep
your promise to me.

- Look, Louis, not every kid
needs to grow up

to be like their father.
Just take my word for it.

- I don't want to be
like my father.

My father
was an abusive sociopath.

I want to be like you.

I don't know who you are,

but I know
you're not Eddie Wagner.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]