All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Organized.Crime.S02E19 - Dead_Presidents_720p_WEBRip

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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.

- I'm making Stabler
my official number two.

I want somebody I can trust
at the top.

He's that someone.

- This kind of thing
didn't happen

before he showed up.

- Somebody stole from me.

I had the guns hidden
in a crate of art.

- Okay, we'll take the job.

You gotta give them something.

- Donnelly?

- I got five kids.

If it were me,
I'd let the world burn

to protect any one of them.

My father received
the Combat Cross.

I want to know about the
circumstances surrounding this.

- You better learn
how to let go of the past

or you're never
gonna be free of it.

- Where's Donnelly?
- He missed the meet.

This new supply chain
of yours, it sucks.

Maybe from now on,
you deal with me.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

♪

- She don't even want
to leave me on read, bro.

- I told you, quit that chick.

She playing you.

In fact...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- What you doing?

- I'm doing you a favor, bro.

"Delete contact?" Yes, please.

- What?
- And there you go.

Now I don't gotta hear
about how long

it's taking her
to text your dumb ass back.

- Oh, it's like that, huh?

[metallic clatter]

♪

- I don't see anything.

[guns cock]

[gunfire]

- Yeah, I was targeted.

One of my best soldiers
was killed.

Chongo was loyal
as they come, man.

Had another one,
he managed to escape

with his life,

but he couldn't ID the shooters.

But I'ma deal with him later.

- Where's the body?

- You don't need
to concern yourself with that.

- So then what is it exactly

that I should concern
myself with?

- You said, uh...

Well, you suggested
that I deal with you.

- I did.

- The first thought
came to mind was,

I don't know this cat.

And he damn sure
doesn't know me well enough

to tell me who I deal with.

I mean, there was a time
when a suggestion like that

would have made me
just squeeze the trigger.

- Well, I sure hope
you had a second thought.

- You tell me why. Huh?

Why should I deal with you
instead of Donnelly?

- 'Cause you're
a businessman, Mr. Webb.

You like to close deals
like I like to close cases.

No holes. Airtight.

You use people on the street
to help you seal the deal.

I rely on the street
to tell me what's what.

But you and I,
we're smart enough to know

that the street
will only take you so far.

Right?

The street sometimes doesn't
stand up to cross-examination.

Right?

And that's why you use
the Brotherhood

every now and then.

But the first rule
of cross-examinations is,

never ask a question
you don't already know

the answer to.

And with Donnelly,
you never know

what the answer is.

With me you do.

- Let's go for a ride.

♪

See that house right there?

- Kind of hard to miss.

- It belongs to a guy
named, uh, Rutger Ulrich.

He handles sensitive
financial transactions

for people
in certain lines of work.

- Sensitive
financial transactions?

- Consider him a... a banker.
- Uh-huh.

- For people who can't use
traditional banks.

- Money launderer.

- My friends
in the banking community

tell me that he cleans cash

for people all around the world.

- Oh.
- Cartels, arms dealers,

- insider traders.
- You.

- No.
- No?

- But a couple
of very reliable CIs

tell me that whoever stole
from me last night

has already placed
my money with him.

- But these reliable sources
don't know

who stole your money?

- We'll discuss
retribution later.

- All right. What'd they take?

- A million, cash.
- But it ain't about the cash.

I have a reputation to uphold.

- What do you want me
to do about it?

- I want you to steal it back.

[tense music]

♪

- How many times
do we have to keep having

- this conversation?
- As many as it takes

until you give me
one concrete reason

why I should turn it down.

- Because it's Kilbride's
old law firm.

End of story.

- Taking this job can change
the trajectory of my career,

our life, the things
that we can do for Jack.

- We are investigating
Kilbride, okay?

Have been for months.

- For what?

- I can't get
into the specifics,

but he is directly linked
to organized crime.

- Kilbride is just a figurehead.

I wouldn't be working for him.

- But you'd be
under his influence,

no matter how much distance
you put between the two of you.

Baby, I know
this is a great firm,

but it is not the only one.

- But it's the one
that wants me.

And I want to go
where I am wanted.

[apprehensive music]

- Look, Friday,
I'll come home early.

I'll take care of Jack.

Whatever it is you need

so you can have
some time to yourself.

You can do a deep dive.

Find some better options.

There are plenty
of firms out there

who would want you.

I gotta go.

♪

- Rutger Ulrich.

Born in Stockholm
to a Swiss mother

and a German father.

Speaks six languages,
graduated top of his class

at the London School
of Economics

and Harvard Business School.

Shot up the ranks
at Stalder Bank.

- I remember seeing something
about this guy on CNN.

- Isn't he legit?
- According to this report

by the U.S. Department
of Treasury's.

Financial Crimes
Enforcement Network,

over $400 million
in transactions

during his time at Stalder Bank

have been flagged
by internal compliance officers

as possible money laundering.

- So much for being legit.

This guy makes
organized crime possible.

Without his currency
conversion pipeline,

they can't exist.

- Look, the rumors I've heard,

he personally keeps
La Familia Cartel afloat.

- There's a river of dirty money

flowing through that place.

His Upper West Side townhouse

is, like, a bona fide bank
for criminals.

- This is a risky operation.
- Mm-hmm.

- I can give you a long list
of potential problems.

- Look, I get it,

but I still think it's worth it.

We get to take down Webb
and one of the world's

biggest money launderers.

- That would be a big get
for all of us.

- [sighs] Okay.

Rutger Ulrich.

The Fort Knox
for organized crime.

I'll make a call upstairs.

You set things in motion.
Let's do this.

- Please come see us
at Ezekiel Baptist

on Sunday, ma'am.
Just down the block.

We'll have volunteers there
serving warm meals

and giving out free supplies.

[suspenseful music]

All right.

I'll be right back. All right?

♪

What are you doing here?

- What you asked me to do.

- Did you get my text?
- I told you I changed my mind.

- Nah, it's too late for that.

You already put things
in motion.

And once they in motion,
they stayin' in motion.

- You got my money?
- Look, I don't want it.

- I'm not gonna ask you again.

♪

- [sighs]

Is that enough?

- God is good.

- Where's your pride and joy?

- Uh, getting detailed.
- I needed this, man.

You know, I haven't
been drinking 'cause...

[sniffs]
Trying to have solidarity

- with, uh, Bridget.
- Nice of you.

- You know, she's
breastfeeding and stuff.

- Two whole days
without a drink, man.

I don't know
how you're doing it.

So how is it?
Fatherhood for the sixth time.

- It's great, man. It really is.

You know?

It's true what they say,
older and wiser.

Should have had my head examined

- having a kid at 23.
- Right?

But those late-night
feedings gotta be hard, huh?

- Oh, yeah. For Bridget.

I'm sleeping in the other room.

- [laughs]
- [chuckles]

- You're a piece of work,
my man.

- Mm-hmm.

- So I want to talk
to you about something.

- You didn't come by
just to swap

- child-rearing tips?
- Ah, no.

So Webb reached out to me
with a job for us.

- For us. He reached out to you?

- Yeah, and I'm trying
to keep everything

above board here.

I don't want anything
to come between

what we got going on here.

- Right.

And what do we got
going on here?

- Frank, it's your show.
- You call the shots.

- He reached out to you,
not the other way around?

- I tell you what,
don't take my word for it.

Why don't you just
call him yourself.

- I'm just asking.

- No, I know what you're asking.

And by the way,
it doesn't matter to me

who reached out to who, okay?

It's about making money, Frank.

Right?

[tense music]

- Right. What's the job?

- He got robbed.

He thinks his cash
is in the hands

of, uh, this money launderer
by the name of Ulrich.

- What's in it for us?

- Well, Webb wants
his cash back.

Everything on the top is ours.

My two cents, it's too risky.

You know, who knows
how much is actually there.

It's a lot of work
for an unknown result.

I mean, Webb's
gonna bristle a bit,

but in the end, he'll just send
his MKs to hit the place.

- Right, but we split
everything on top?

- That's what he said.

- That could be
a huge haul, man.

A guy like Ulrich, huge.

- Yeah.

- [sighs]

Let's go rob the Swedish prick.

♪

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- Consider it an investment.

You know, don't you rich folks
always say

you gotta spend money
to make money?

- I'm not making any money.
- I'm just getting my money back.

- Well, that's true.

Look, I'm not telling you
anything you don't know,

but gaining access
to Ulrich's place

is no small feat.
This is not a smash and grab

that you're just gonna give
to one of your MK people.

And that's no disrespect to you.

It's why you called
me and Frank.

- That's why I called you.

- Okay.

- So what are we talking?
- How much you need?

- $1 million.

[tense music]

You gotta make it
worth his while.

You want your money?

That's gonna get us in.

♪

- Check, check.

- Good?

- Wi-Fi?
- Not a problem.

♪

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, we're here
to see Mr. Ulrich.

- Who the hell are you?
- New clients.

- I don't know anything
about any new clients.

- Get lost.
- No...

- You want to get that shot off?

- I'm, uh... I'm trying
to save your ass here, pal.

'Cause if your boss finds out
that you passed

on what's in these bags,
he ain't gonna be too happy.

- Stay here.

♪

[sighs]

Drop the bags.

Put your arms up.

- You know anyone
who carries bags of cash

and doesn't carry?

- Open the bags.

Please. Open them.

♪

If I had to guess,
in the ballpark of a million.

- Exactly the ballpark.

- Pass. No thank you.
- Show them out.

- Mr. Ulrich...
- Don't speak.

You show up at my house,
unannounced,

with $1 million in cash
like I'm a dry cleaner.

What do you expect me to say?

Okay?

I'll have it ready by Friday?
No starch?

[scoffs] You insult me.

Get out of my house.

- Don't you want to know
where the money's from?

- Of course I do.
- Preston Webb.

- You're lying.

- I'm not lying.
- He's a big admirer,

and he wants to be
in business with you.

- And in fact,
this is just a fraction

of what he can deliver to you
every month.

[line trills]

- Preston Webb.
- Hey, Mr. Webb.

- Mr. Webb,
this is Rutger Ulrich.

It's a pleasure
to speak with you, sir.

- You as well, Mr. Ulrich.

I have nothing but respect
for you and your bank.

I'm sorry to have
my men show up with no notice,

but I just need to know
if you can improvise.

- I understand.

- So what do you say
to a little trial run?

- I think I'd be
amenable to that.

- Okay. Good man.
- We'll be speaking soon.

- Gentlemen, follow me.

- Wow, look at this place. Huh.

What's this, your, uh...
Your office?

- You can leave the money here.

- Uh, doesn't seem, uh,
very secure.

- I assure you, Mr. Webb's money

is well-protected.

- Okay, he's surveying
the room for us.

Something doesn't seem right.

Jet, pull up those blueprints.

- Blueprints say
the room they're in

is 16x35.

- [scoffs]
- That can't be the same room.

- It's maybe 16x20.

- Ulrich keeps the money
in a concealment room.

- Gentlemen,
I appreciate your visit today.

I must be leaving.

Please extend my gratitude
once again to Mr. Webb.

I look forward to a long
and lucrative relationship.

♪

- You see, according to this,
Ulrich's office is 16x35.

- And I say it's half that size.

- Yeah, at most.

He's got a concealment room.
It's big enough to have a safe.

- How do you plan
to get it open?

- I got someone. Name's Malachi.

He's an underground hacker.

He built
these untraceable cell phones

for the Albanians.

- Didn't the Albanians go down?

- Yeah, they went down,

but he had nothing
to do with that.

Look, trust me. He's a savant.
He can break into anything.

- All right, so listen,
we go tonight.

All right?
It's all hands on deck.

Carling, Parnell?

- We sit outside.

And once the SUV moves,

we tail it
to the final destination,

radio back when Ulrich leaves.

- Comm systems?

- I got a secure, private,
Bluetooth network

- set up for us.
- And Ulrich?

- He's got a dinner meeting
from 5:45 to 7:30.

- All right, guys, this is huge.

In and out. No room for error.

Bring them up.

- L'chaim.
- [sighs]

- Take it down.
- All: Take it down.

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[tense music]

- Ooh, Elvis
has left the building.

Malachi, are you in position?

Malachi?

Malachi, do you read me?

- Hey, it's me.

Are... are you there?

- [scoffs] See?

I told you this was a bad idea.

- I'm here, I'm here.

10-4 or whatever. Sorry.

I just had to go hurl
into a trash can.

- I'm fine.
- You'll be fine.

Stabler will be with you
the entire time.

He's not gonna let
anything happen to you.

♪

- Okay, your boy's up.

- Malachi, make us invisible.

[device beeps]

♪

- Okay. You guys are ghosts.

I took care of the alarm
and the locks.

- Oh, here we go.

♪

- Psst. Hey, got it.

- Yeah, we're in business, boys.

Come on, kid.
You're up. Let's go.

♪

- All right, I spent
the last twelve hours

trying to figure out
how to hack this thing.

And sadly, these things
are not gonna work.

Safety first.

- Is he serious right now?

- I thought you said
you had this.

- I do.

Do you want
this thing opened or not?

[car horn honks]

♪

- The target has landed
and is seated

- at the restaurant.
- Copy that.

[blowtorch hissing]

- Boss, are you seeing this?

- Is that
Ulrich's security guard?

Jesus, that's him.

Jet, override
Malachi's signal jammer

and reconnect the alarm.

- Why didn't I think of that?

♪

- [alarm blaring]
- Front door opened.

- Shh, shh, shh.

[keypad beeping]

- Alarm disabled.

♪

[blowtorch hissing]

[metal clangs]

- [grunting]

- 700 bucks.
- Some kind of sick joke.

.

- Chump change and a watch?
- Yep.

The only ones
who knew about this

were us, the Brotherhood,
and Webb.

- And Webb's not gonna steal
his own money

back from under you
after sending you in there

with a mill.

- Donnelly was with me
the whole time

we were planning it.

And the rest of the Brotherhood,

there's no way
they could have pulled off

an operation like this.

- Maybe Ulrich moved it.

- To a different location?
- Or laundered it.

- $2 million?

I don't even think Ulrich

could clean the money that fast.

- [sighs]
- You think he's onto us?

- There wasn't
a mark on that safe

until Malachi got ahold of it.

He said no one hacked into it.

So whoever opened it
had the code.

- All right,
we'll keep exploring that.

Where's Donnelly now?

- He and I are laying low.

- That's not a plan.

Jet, what do you got?

- I pulled security video
from Ulrich's neighbors.

I rolled back to three hours
before you guys went in.

Found this.

[tense music]

Can't run him
through facial rec.

- What the hell's going on?

- Inside job?

- Is that how Ulrich
moves his money?

- Whatever it is,
they were in and out

- in under four minutes.
- Can you grab the plate?

- Cho, sending you
a license number.

- Got it. Running it now.

- If that van was stolen,
the plate is probably fake.

- Okay, rewind.

- No good.
- Plate's not registered.

Nothing comes up.

- Put out a city-wide BOLO
on that plate.

- It's a pleasure
to have you guys here.

You know, don't hesitate
to reach out to me.

- We need to talk.

- Now, I'm so sorry
for the interruption.

I promise,
I will be right with you.

Just give me a moment.

What is wrong with you?

- Where is it?
- Where is what?

- The gun, Derrick. Where is it?

- What are you talking about?

- You think a pastor
goes out on the streets,

buys a gun,
and I don't hear about it?

- Carmen, this isn't the place.

- Don't give me that crap
about us being

in the house of worship.

You bought a gun.

And are apparently prepared
to commit murder.

You still gonna hide
behind religion?

What was your plan?

You were just gonna walk up
to the most connected

and dangerous man in the city
and shoot him?

- I don't know.
- You don't know.

- Carmen, the man killed
our father.

- I never should have told you.
- But you did.

- Derrick, you have no idea
what you're getting

yourself into with this man.

- I don't care.
- I do!

About what happens to you.

You're all I have left.

You think I haven't thought
about putting a bullet

in that man's head?

I dream about it every day.

And believe me, I've had

plenty of opportunities
to do it.

But that is not
how I want this to end.

[sentimental music]

We lost Dad.

I can't bear the thought
of losing you.

I do not want to walk
through this world

without you in it.

So you have go to let me
do this my way.

The right way. Do you hear me?

- I hear you.

I do.

I hear you.

- Good. I want the gun.

- I don't have it.

- What do you mean
you don't have it?

- I told the guy
I changed my mind.

What, that word didn't reach
your streets yet?

See? I called it off.

What, you want to frisk me?

You want to search my office?

- I'll let you get back to it.

Those people need you.

- Yeah.

[notification beeps]

- The BOLO paid off.

The van was found
abandoned in a ditch

off of Henry Hudson.

The plates were fake,
but unis found a VIN number

on the engine block.

It's registered
to Economy Rental Vans.

- Call the DA's office.

Get a subpoena
for the credit card records.

- You got it.

It's a safe bet
the credit card records

come back to one Raymond Moss.

- Who's Raymond Moss?

- The owner of the print
they pulled

off the GPS screen.

- And what do we know
about Mr. Moss?

[notification beeps]

- On parole for burglary 2.

Last known, an apartment
in Long Island City.

- I'll call Stabler.

[tense music]

- Raymond Moss? Police! Open up!

[indistinct shouting]

♪

[gunshots]

- Shooter on the roof!
- Shots fired!

- Bravo's in,
Bravo team in position!

- Police, don't move.
- [gunshot]

- [groans]

- I'm gonna be blunt, Mr. Moss.

It's not looking
very good for you.

But I might be able
to overlook the fact

that you almost blew my head off

if you give me a name.

Give me a name, Raymond.

Who hired you
to go in Ulrich's house

and take the money?

- I'm not saying a damn thing.

- Was it one of Ulrich's guys?

Security guard
let you in the front door?

- Nurse.

- Raymond, give me a name.
- Nurse!

I want a lawyer, you hear me?

She's my witness.

Can you tell her
to get the hell out of my room?

- Okay. I'm leaving.

But you should
have killed me, Raymond.

'Cause I'm gonna make sure
you spend the rest

of your natural-born life
behind bars.

- Well?

- No good. He's not talking.

- Attempted murder
of a police officer,

and he's staying quiet.

- I don't know.

I guess he's more afraid
of the person who hired him

than he is of going to prison.

- Yeah.

Everything all right?

- The van that was used
in the robbery

- was a rental.
- Yeah, you told me that.

- Well, the credit card
information

from the rental company
came back.

- Yeah?

- Says it was rented by you.

- Someone's setting me up.

♪

.

- Hey.

- I'm being set up, Frank.
- What do you mean?

- Those guys
who hit Ulrich's place?

- Yeah?
- They rented a van

with my credit card.

- How's that even possible?
- I don't know.

But they used
my credit card number.

Now someone is trying to trace
this whole thing back to me.

- They trace it back to you,
they trace it back to me,

and Webb's gonna think
we were both in this together.

You know what he's gonna do?

He'll kill us both. [Sighs]

- So what do we do?

- What do you want to do?

- Well, we gotta deal
with this head-on.

- You're right.

We gotta kill him first.

- No, we gotta go to him
before he comes to us.

- Bad idea.
- Why is that a bad idea?

- Okay, because
we convinced this guy

to give us
another million dollars

on top of the other losses
he already had.

He's gonna want restitution.

You got a million dollars
lying around?

- No, I don't have
a million dollars.

- Neither do I. No.

You go to that meeting,
you come out in a body bag.

- We can't keep
dodging him, Frank.

[tense music]

- Yes, we can.

Till we find his money.

♪

- I've been trying to reach you.

Where the hell you been?

- [sighs]

Well, look, there's
no easy way to say this.

Um, we had complications.

- Well, I pay you
and your, uh, fellow officers

to avoid complications.

Either you have my money

or you about to tell me
where it is.

- I got neither for you.

But I'm on the road
to finding it and getting it.

- Better be a short road.

- [sighs]

Somebody robbed Ulrich's place
before we got there.

- That is the third time
I have been robbed.

I have never been this unlucky.

- Mr. Webb, I'd never
double-cross you.

- Money turns men into fools.

And liars.

- Okay, so how about this,

the guys who ripped you off,
they rented a van

using my credit card number.

Now, does that sound
like something I'd do?

- Maybe that's exactly
what you want me to think.

♪

My patience will expire.

But you never know when it does.

♪

[knock at door]

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Uh, food. Um, I got you food.

Um... are you hungry?

- I'll watch you eat.

- We don't have to talk about it

if you don't want to, you know?

- I know.

- I mean,
it's a significant thing

to shoot another human being.

It's not like a computer game.

It's for real.
With real consequences.

But it's your job,
and you do it well.

- I thought
we weren't talking about it.

- When we first met,

I wasn't the biggest fan
of law enforcement.

- [chuckles]
- That's an understatement.

- But you changed that.

Your passion for this.

You believe in this,
in the rightness of it,

and you made me believe too.

I... I guess...

what I'm trying to say is that
if there's a part of you

that needs to process
what happened,

to talk about the events,

I don't know,
to dissect your feelings...

- I...

I don't think it's hit me yet.

[pensive music]

- Well, when it does...

I'm here.

♪

- Babe, I'm home.

- Jack has been fed.

And I put him down
a half hour ago,

so he should sleep
through the night.

- Babe, I'm so sorry

I haven't been able
to help out with Jack.

- I know I said I'd be here.
- But you weren't.

- Look, I've gotta go.
- Where are you going?

- I have to meet someone.

- Now? Who are you meeting?

- My new boss.

I took the job, Ayanna.
I start Monday.

- Babe, we talked about this.

- I'm sorry,
I've sacrificed enough

for this relationship.

You're overreacting
about me working

at Kilbride's firm.

If anyone ever asks me
to do anything sketchy

or makes me feel uncomfortable,
I'll walk.

But I'm taking this job.

[door slams]

- [exhales]

♪

- Good times.
- [chuckles]

Those were definitely
the good times.

What the hell happened to them?
Huh?

[both chuckle]

- How long were you
and my pop partners?

- Too long.

- Not long enough.
- Yeah?

You've never seen this,
have you?

- No.

- Mom just had them
in a box all these years.

- So how is Bernie?
- She's good.

Thanks for asking. She's good.

- Tell her hello from me.
- I will.

- And then you can tell me
why you're really here, Elliot.

- You're still a detective,
you know.

- You want to talk
about your old man?

- I want to talk
about the Combat Cross.

- What's there to talk about?

- Um...

and this is not easy
for me to say,

and I mean no disrespect, Gus,

but I'm hearing
that the shooting was staged.

- What the hell
does that mean, staged?

Who the hell told you that?

- Frank Donnelly.

- Frank Donnelly?
- Yeah.

- Is that Jack Donnelly's kid?

- Yeah.
- I'm working with him now.

- Jack Donnelly was a scumbag.

[tense music]

- He told me
Pop took a bullet to the leg

to justify the wrongful shooting

of a suspect.

He said you were
the shooter, Gus.

♪

- I'm gonna only say this once.

That was a good shoot.

We executed the warrant,

the perp shot your dad,
I shot the perp.

You understand?

- I understand.

- Your father was a good cop.

And he earned that Combat Cross.

♪

- Like I said,
I meant no disrespect, Gus.

I appreciate your time.

Great to see you.
Take care of yourself.

- You too.

[pensive music]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]