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[slow ballad plays on radio]

- Don't get me wrong.
Jimmy is a great man.

And his leadership is what
we needed back in the day.

But times change.
- You're right about that.

There's new ways
to make money these days.

- Yeah. And if
we're gonna stay relevant,

we gotta embrace change,
not run from it.

- Welcome to King Kone!

What can I get started
for you today?

- Yeah, can I get a...
[continues indistinctly]

- Thing is, you know, Jimmy's
always been real good to me.

- This ain't about that, kid.
It's just business.

- We'll have that
ready for you, lickety-split.

You can go ahead and pull up
to the next window.

- Thanks, darling.
- So, how you planning on--

- You don't need
to know about that.

It's arranged. It'll be fast.

He'll never see it coming.

You order my regular?
- Sugar cone, double dipped.

- You get the extra sprinkles?

- Always do.

- Ha! Extra sprinkles
is what makes it.

[Whitesnake's "Here I Go
Again" plays on radio]

Turn up the radio.
I like this song.

- ♪ Here I go again
on my own ♪

[gunfire]

[people screaming]

[glass shattering]
[men screaming]

[gunfire continues]

♪ Like a drifter,
I was born to walk alone ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ Goin' down the only
road I've ever known ♪

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[distant clattering]

- Remy?

- Hey, Georgie.

- It's not the boxes
from Vegas with all your stuff.

I should have told you
when I called up.

It's just your dry cleaning.
I'm sorry about that.

The minute they get here,
I'll send 'em up.

I'm sure you're getting tired
of living out of a suitcase.

- You got that right.

[phone rings]

[groaning, breathing hard]

Morning, Kristin.

Yeah, you go ahead.
I'll, um, I'll meet you there.

- Duty calls, huh?

- Three people killed
at a fast-food drive-thru

in Massapequa.

- That's on Long Island.
- Yep.

- But Massapequa
isn't even a village.

It's a hamlet.
Who gets murdered in a hamlet?

- Today it was a woman
in an SUV

with two kids in the back seat.
- Aw, son of a bitch.

Go--I'll lock up after you.

- Thanks, Georgie.

[police radio chatter]

What do we got?

- The victims
are Brianna Morgan, 38,

and her sons Danny and Sam--
eight and six.

When they pulled up
to the window,

a white male employee,
Kevin Williams,

pulled out an assault rifle
and opened fire on the vehicle.

He got away in a green Toyota.

- Tell me we got a plate.
- We did.

Security cameras were disabled,

but an eyewitness
got it on his phone.

It's Jersey plates.
The car's stolen.

But we got a BOLO out
and road blocks are up.

- Bodies still inside?
- CSU were waiting for you.

♪

- Looks like some kind of hit.

- That's why Nassau County
called us.

They thought it
might be gang-related.

- MS-13?
- Yeah. How'd you know?

- They've been active
in Suffolk County for years.

If they're down here
in Massapequa,

that's a bad sign.

What do we know
about the victims?

- Kristin's talking
to the husband right now.

- Brianna...my boys...

I-I don't understand
how this could happen.

- Mr. Morgan,
this is Agent Scott.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.

- This doesn't seem real.
Is that normal?

- I know it's a lot to process.

It's gonna take time.

Are you up
for answering a few questions?

- Yeah.

Anything to help
find who did this.

- Was this part
of their routine?

The drive-thru, I mean?
- Uh, no.

Uh, the boys had a dental
appointment this morning.

That's why they
were late for school, um...

Brianna brought them here
for a snack.

Just a little treat
before dropping them off.

She called me
when she was on the way.

And then...

I'm sorry...

- [softly] It's okay.
- It's okay.

Can you think of anyone
who would want to harm you

or your wife?

Anyone who would
want to target your family?

- Target us?

No. We're just...ordinary.

Just a regular family.

We moved out here
from the city

because it was
supposed to be safe.

And for the schools.

[crying] It doesn't matter
about the schools now, does it?

Not for my boys.

[sobbing]

- Mr. Morgan,
this is a lot, I know, okay?

I want to give you my card.

You call us
if you remember anything,

and even if you
just need to talk, okay?

We're here for you.

- Thank you.

- Here's Kevin Williams'
employment record.

This is Ayala West.
She was supervising today.

- Is this the employee
that killed those people?

- That's not him.
That's not Kevin.

- What do you mean?

- It's a guy that kinda looks
like him, but it's not Kevin.

I didn't hire him.
That was a different manager.

He must not have looked
carefully at the license

when he did
the start-up paperwork.

I'm sorry.
- No, it's not your fault.

Do you think you could describe
him to a sketch artist?

- Yeah, I was
training him all morning.

- That'll be a huge help.

Will you follow me?
- Mm-hmm.

- Thanks.

- Our UnSub must've
used Kevin Williams' ID

to get the job.

- Then he drives a stolen
car to work on the first day.

- He was never
looking for a paycheck.

He only wanted
to get behind that window.

[sighs]
Track the ID

and stay on top of
any forensics that come back.

Hana, do a deep dive
on these victims.

We need to get a handle on what
the hell went down here.

I'll deal with the media.

[man grunting]

- Yo, Louie.

Hey, you, uh,
you got any other jobs?

- What,
this one's not good enough?

- No, it's, I mean,
I'm available [grunts]

if you got some other stuff.

- You focus on this stuff.

- Yeah, sure. But, uh...

think of me.

Even if it's off the books.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Nothin'.
It's just, uh...[sniffs]

I'm not like these other guys.

I'm Sicilian.

I'm paisan.

Hmm?
- I don't know what the hell

you think this is,
but I ain't interested.

This site--it's legit.

But you're right
about one thing.

You ain't like
the rest of these guys.

'Cause they're still
working here and you're not.

Get out!

- [scoffs] Come on, Louie.
You--you're firing me?

- You're damn right.
Get outta here. Go!

- Don't bother showin' up
for work anymore.

Buh-bye.
- Ah, yeah. Yeah.

- See ya later, Slick.
- Nice knowin' you.

- Adios.

[tense music]

♪

- Ayala
was very, very detailed.

She said it's a good likeness.

- The actual Kevin Williams
lost his wallet last week

and he has an alibi
for this morning.

- [sighs]
This case is gonna kill me.

What about the victims?

Any possible connection
between them and our UnSub?

- Nothing that I could find.
They're squeaky clean.

There was nothing wrong
with their financials,

no evidence of infidelity
or substance abuse.

They're well-liked by
their neighbors and colleagues.

- Are you telling me this
was a completely random attack?

- Random as per the victims,
but maybe not so random.

- Okay, I'm listening.

- You said
it looked like a hit,

and I couldn't shake that,
so I started digging,

and I found this.

1989.

A mafia hitman
took out an underboss

from the Lucretia family at
a drive-thru window in Queens.

- Three victims.

- One in the front,
two in the back.

Just like ours.
The hitman was notorious.

- Yeah, I remember.
Jackie "The Fox" Bianchi.

- Yeah, right.

Wow, you remember the '80s.
- You don't?

- I wasn't even born--
- Do not finish that sentence.

Jackie "The Fox" was suspected
of multiple mob hits

and even spent time
on the Most Wanted List.

- How'd he get off it?
- He died.

Think he blew up
in a boat or something?

- Right, Mr. old-school.

1992.
Out of Long Island Sound.

He was presumed dead.

- Presumed?
They didn't confirm with DNA?

- DNA evidence wasn't routinely
used by the Bureau

until a few years later.

- Okay,
so what does a dead hitman

have to do with our murders?

- This is crazy,
but there's this guy

who claims to be
Jackie "The Fox"

and he has a podcast
called "My Greatest Hits."

- You're kidding.
- I know, right?

I've listened to some of it.

It's actually
kind of fascinating.

This guy who's allegedly
Jackie Bianchi,

he said he records
in an undisclosed location

where there's
no extradition treaty.

- Yeah, but why would Jackie

want to draw that much
attention to himself?

- Oh, the guy on the podcast
has an ego the size of Brazil.

I think he's just
doing it for attention.

- Yeah,
but that kind of attention?

I mean, that'll get
him sent away for life.

- Right. That can't be him.

- Who was
the Organized Crime Agent

on Jackie's case?

[keyboard clacking]

- Terry Daniels. He's retired.
He lives in Dyker Heights.

- This the podcast?

- Yeah.

You want me
to help you download it?

- Please.

So what do I do next?

Press this little button here?

I'm not a grandfather.
- [softly chuckles]

- Okay, you guys start
listening to the episodes,

see what you can find.

Kristin,
let's go see Terry Daniels.

- Jimmy Russo wasn't born
yesterday, ya know?

He knew
they was comin' for him.

That's when he called me in.

'Cause he knew
I was loyal to him.

Every weekday,
come rain or shine,

Massucci was at
that ice cream drive-thru.

Some of the fellas even
called him Sprinkles, right?

Behind his back.

So I put a couple
of guys on the inside

and they got me
at that drive-thru window.

The look on that
chauffeur's face--

Oh,marone, it was priceless.

Like fish in a barrel.

None of them saw it coming.

- That's from a few weeks back.

- What do you think?
Is it Jackie?

- Older, for sure,
but that's him.

- You're certain?

- I listened to a thousand
hours of that voice on wiretap.

I know it when I hear it.
- We need your help.

Jackie's somehow
wrapped up in our case.

- Yeah, well...

much as I'd like to get
back in the game, I'm retired.

And my wife would kill me.

- We need what you know--
the details at your fingertips.

We can't get that from
a file or a search engine.

We need you.

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Hey.

[sighs]

Thanks, Ortiz.
We'll meet you there.

Triple slaying in
a cemetery in East Flatbush.

The shooter
used an assault rifle

and fled in a green Toyota.

It's our UnSub.

You comin'?

[police radio chatter]

- Three people shot.

That's the widow.

Mr. Tillis.
Worked for the funeral home.

And the brother
of the deceased.

- What about witnesses?
- Nothing useful.

They all say
it happened so fast.

- What're you thinking?

- Jackie took out a capo
here in 1985.

Freddie Bertolucci.

Guy was
at his mother's funeral.

Jackie shot him,
fell into an open grave.

He was making
a statement with that.

- The St. Joseph's Hit.

Jackie talked about it
on his podcast.

- He only shot one guy.
- Our guy shot three.

Maybe he was
trying to get one of them

to fall into
the grave like the capo.

- He's listening
to the podcast.

- And recreating
Jackie's famous hits

using civilians as targets.

- We've got an UnSub

who's recreating
famous mob hits.

Why would someone
want to do that?

- Fascination with the mafia.

- Glorifies brutality,
promises camaraderie.

- Yeah, but mob violence
is about business.

Civilians are never targeted.

- Maybe these hits are
as close as he can get to it.

- Which would
make him a copycat.

- Copycats are motivated
by one or two things:

either they have a deep desire

to belong to something
bigger than themselves,

or they're trying to
pass off their kills

as the work of someone else.

- Well, we can rule out
the second reason.

- Copying
a dead hitman's murders

without cover's
pretty reckless.

He must really
want to be in the Mob.

- It's kinda weird, though,
isn't it?

The mafia's
not what it used to be.

- Extortion,
loan sharking, prostitution--

these things
are perennial rackets.

These guys are still out there.

Still doing their thing,
just with crappier cars.

- Okay, what if our UnSub
is using these recreations

as some kind of
calling card to get noticed?

- If this guy's that desperate
to hook up with a crime family,

somebody on the streets
gonna know who he is.

- You still got contacts?

- There might be a guy.

Lucca Patino, Jr.
His dad was a CI.

I hear he's taking over
for him after he passed.

- Let's pay him a visit.

We still gotta find
this Jackie.

And his family.

He had a wife, didn't he?
- Yeah.

Dolce.

I hear she's still alive.

- Hana, see if
you can find her.

She might be able
to lead us to him.

Kristin and Ortiz, the platform
that hosts Jackie's podcast--

they must know
where he broadcasts from.

See what they can give us.

- Do you know where
Jackie records his podcast?

- I can't answer that.
We don't know ourselves.

- Well, it's supposedly
in a country

with no extradition treaty
with the U.S.

So...Asia? The Caribbean?
- I don't know.

- Is it Jackie
that does the podcast

or is it someone else?

- I can't answer that either.
- Counselor, you do understand

that we're searching
for a fugitive

who's killed six people.
- I do.

- And that your company's
podcast

could possibly
be motivating him.

You're telling us
you have server logs,

no IP address that shows
Jackie's location?

- What I'm telling you

is that the information
you're seeking

is both private
and proprietary.

It's protected by federal law

and the contract
we have with our client

which prohibits any voluntary
disclosure to third parties.

- Yeah, but we're not
a third party, we're the FBI.

- I understand.

And company policy is
to comply with any requests

from law enforcement as long
as there is a court order.

- You're asking
for a search warrant.

- A court order.

Signed by a federal magistrate
after judicial review

establishing probable cause.

You bring me that,
and I'm happy to help.

- There he is.
- Terry, good to see you.

- Yeah. Didn't think
you'd recognize me.

This is Agent Scott.

Sorry to hear about your dad.
- Thanks.

I thought you retired.
- Yeah, so did I.

So, solar panels, huh?
That's the new racket?

- Just trying to be good
stewards of the environment.

- Renewable energy.

I'm a big fan.
[softly chuckles]

- So, uh, what's going on?

- We're looking for
someone who's trying

too hard to get made.
White male, early 20s.

- He the one offing women and
children out in Long Island?

- Possibly. We think
he might be replicating

Jackie The Fox's hits.

- Trying to get noticed.

- Well, if that little punk

thinks he's impressing anybody,
he's nuts.

- You know him?

- No,
I've only heard about him.

- Got a name?
- No.

But, uh, there's a guy

[phone rings]
out in Sheepshead Bay.

Me might be able to help you.
Named Louie.

- Kristin, what's up?

No, I don't think a warrant
will be a problem at all.

I got probable cause
standing right here.

- Tell 'em I sent you.

- No, I'll handle it...

Yeah, go talk to a Louie M.

in Sheepshead Bay
who might know our UnSub.

I'll text you his number.

Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Jackie "The Fox" Bianchi?

Thought he was dead.
- We did too.

But apparently he's hosting
a podcast somewhere

and we need to find him.

To do that, we need access
to the server logs

of the company
that distributes it.

- Well,
what probable cause do you have

to believe
that it's really Jackie?

- Oh, it's all there
in the application.

Agent Daniels worked his cases

when he was
with Organized Crime.

He listened to the podcast

and he says
it's Jackie's voice.

He's right outside
if you wanna talk to him.

- What crimes is Mr. Bianchi
alleged to have committed?

- Well, um, he was wanted
for 14 murders back in the day.

- Wanted, yes, yes.

But never arrested
or convicted.

I'm talking about crimes
in association

with...this application.

It's not illegal
to do a podcast, is it?

- Come on, Your Honor.

Help a guy out.

- "Help a guy out."

- What do you say?
- [chuckles]

Do you really think
that you can waltz in here

flashing your baby blues

and expect me to sign
a warrant based on

a retired field agent's
30-year-old recollection

of a younger man's voice?

A man, incidentally,
that the FBI itself says

has been dead since 1992?

- [clears throat]
- That's not probable cause.

That's a joke.

- I know, but, Your Honor--
- We're done here, Agent...

- Scott.
- Scott. Agent Scott, yeah.

You don't have
sufficient probable cause,

and your application's denied.

So you can let yourself out.

- Is that a no?

- That's a no. But good luck.

- Lucca Patino said
you were a friend of his

and you might be
able to help us out.

- Yeah, okay.
Anything for Lucca.

- You know him?

- Yeah, I know this guy.

I fired him today.
- Why is that?

- He kept
shooting his mouth off.

About how he's a paisan.

How he wants "in."

No discipline. No discretion.

He ain't right for us.

Hell, he ain't right
for anybody, that little prick.

- What's his name?

- Joey Messina.
Lives in Bensonhurst.

- Appreciate it.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Joey Messina, FBI! Open up!

- [screams]

Put your hands in the air!

Step away from the door!
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

- Hands in the air!
- Just leave him alone!

Oh, God!
Please don't hurt him.

[baby crying]

Leave him alone.

- No Joey.
We got a baby in there.

- Yes, I told you.
What the hell is going on?

- We're looking for Joey.
You his wife?

- [huffs] Girlfriend.

Soon to be ex-girlfriend.

- Do you know where he is?
- Hell no.

He came by a few hours ago,
grabbed his laptop

and then he left.

He wouldn't tell me
where he's going.

- Does he have a cell phone?

- No.
- What about a car?

- No, he can't
afford that either.

Wait--why are you
looking for him anyway?

- He's wanted for six murders.

- Look, the guy is a loser.

And I hope that you do find him

and that his ass rots in jail.

Better yet, just shoot him.
Do us all a favor.

Now can I please
go get my baby?

- Yeah, go ahead.

♪

- Nothing on the BOLO,
and Joey hasn't come home.

- Talked
to the girlfriend again.

She said Joey told her
that he still had the job

at the construction site, even
though he'd already been fired.

- By a Made Guy
he was trying to impress.

- Must have stung.

Add that to the way
his girlfriend mocks him,

he's probably
filled with rage right now.

- Forget him--let's talk
about Jackie for a second.

Hana, where are we
on finding Jackie's wife?

Dolce, right?
- That's her name.

No luck whatsoever.
She's completely off the grid.

- Okay, so we know Jackie
was wanted for 14 murders.

- Yeah, and this kid's
already reenacted two of them.

- That leaves 12 more.

Maybe we can figure out
which one's next.

- Maybe,
but these two weren't done

in the order they were
featured on the podcast.

- Or in chronological order.

Jackie jumps all over
the timeline on the podcast.

- Joey's randomizing
the killings.

- We still don't have proof

that it's Jackie
on the podcast.

No offense.

- Even if we lock down
every one of Jackie's sites,

it still won't guarantee
that we stop Joey.

- Joey might be trying
to get the help

of some other low level guys.

We might need to
go see Jesse Lamps.

- Jesse "Lamps"? Seriously?

- Yeah, when he was a kid
he tried to fence some lamps.

Didn't go well,
but the name stuck.

What I understand--
he's some kind of liaison

for the construction unions.

- Okay, keep working on
Jackie's wife.

We'll go see this Mr. Lamps.

See if he has any bright ideas.

- [faint chuckle]

[jazz music plays
in background]

- You need a reservation
to eat in this restaurant.

- Is that right? Here's mine.

Table for five, please.

I'm Agent Scott,
this is Agent Ortiz,

and this is--
- Terry Daniels.

Him I know.

So as men of the law,
you can respect the fact

that I got the right
to refuse service to anyone.

So goodbye.
[utensil clatters]

- We're here
about Joey Messina.

- Name supposed to
mean something to me?

- He's wanted in connection
with several murders.

- You're gonna
have to be more specific.

- He was working on a job
site run by Louie Moss.

- Is he the guy
that whacked that mom

and the kids
at the drive-thru?

- And three more
at St. Joseph's Cemetery.

- He's a piece of crap.
He ain't one of ours.

- Yeah, but he's bringing
heat down on the families.

- How?

- He's copying all of
Jackie "The Fox's" old hits.

- Son of a bitch.

I listen to that podcast.
It's great.

- What about omerta?
- The hell with omerta.

These days,
people wanna hear your truth.

- Then help us.

We need to find him
before he kills someone else.

- I'm a good Samaritan.

If I knew anything about him,
I'd tell you.

I don't.

- Then tell me this.

You think it's really Jackie
on those podcasts?

- Oh, hell yeah.

Gets all the details right.

Or so I hear.

- I'll tell ya,
the gnocchi's not so great.

Sauce needs work.

Thanks for your non-help.

[uneasy music]

♪

- [choking, gasping]

- [grunting]

[woman screaming]

♪

- PD said one strangled,
two shot dead.

[camera shutters clicking]

- Yeah, well, Jackie strangled
a rival capo with his belt

in that very seat.

- Episode Twelve:
"A Capo Gets Smoked."

- But Jackie
didn't use barbed wire,

and he didn't
kill the witnesses.

- Joey's escalating.

If this is his audition,

he's showing that he's not
afraid to be as bold as Jackie.

- And that he's willing to get
his hands dirty for a job.

- This is more extreme
than anything Jackie ever did.

He's desperate
to get the Mob's attention.

- What he doesn't
seem to understand is

the Mob doesn't like attention.

Three rules:
don't hurt civilians,

don't bring heat down
on the family,

and try to be a good earner.

- Maybe he thinks the old
rules don't apply these days.

- Yeah, possibly, with guys
like Jackie ignoring omerta.

- Or he's filled with so much
rage he doesn't care.

- Okay,
so what does he care about?

- Jackie.
He idolizes Jackie.

He's the key
to stopping all this.

[phone rings]

Hey, Hana. What's up?

- I found Jackie's wife.

- Dolce?
- It's Maria De Luca now.

She changed her name in 2008

and moved to Staten Island
with a new husband.

Ortiz is on his way.
I'll text you the address.

- Thanks. Well done.

Keep working the scene.
We'll catch up later.

- Jackie and the life
caused me and our girl

nothing but trouble.

And when he died,
you know what he left us?

Niente.

Not a damn penny.

- I hate to break it to you,
but he's alive.

- Gimme a break. He died
on his boat, and you know it.

I had to move on.
You should too.

- Dolce, where's he doing
the podcast from?

- Are you serious?
That's not him.

- So you heard it.
- My daughter played it for me.

She doesn't
even remember Jackie.

She hoped it was him.

Hoped she could
meet her father someday.

But I know my husband's voice.

The man on that podcast
isn't Jackie.

It's someone cashing in
on his disgusting legacy.

- Hey, is that soy sauce
you're putting in the gravy?

- Secret ingredient.

It kicks up the flavor.

Jackie used to say the Italians
got pasta from the Far East,

so it just made sense
soy sauce would go with it.

- Well, if you think
of anything, give us a ring.

- And if you find him alive,

tell him where to send
the back child support.

Manjia.

- Oh, that's delicious.

That's really good.

- But think about it.
Italians took pasta from...

- I think I got something.

- Okay, what are we looking at?

- It's a YouTube
cooking tutorial.

It's all he ever watches.

- Like that's a bad thing?

Anyway,
it's a homemade cooking video

with this Italian lady
and her boyfriend.

They never show their faces.

I always thought
that was weird.

They say it's so
you can focus on the food.

But check this out.

[piano plays on laptop]

- Between you and me,
my secret ingredient

to Sunday gravy...

is soy sauce.

Go low sodium if you want.

But think about it--
Italians took pasta

from the Far East, so...

soy sauce makes sense!

- Hey.
[hums]

- Wait a minute--rewind that

back to where
he picks up the bottle.

You see that? You see that scar
right there on his right hand?

Jackie had one on the same spot
where he had a mole removed.

- How do you know?
- Melanoma scare.

I mean,
it turned out to be nothing,

but it spooked
the hell out of him.

He talked about it
for two weeks on the wiretap.

- Well, maybe
that really is Jackie.

How do we nail
his location from this?

- Keep playing.

What's that there
in the background?

Zoom in.
- Where?

- Give it here.

[keyboard clacking]

There. KLGQ.

- Holy balls. That's Vegas.

That's where Jackie is.

Did you guys
ever do any PSAs

when Jackie was
on the Most Wanted list?

- Never in Vegas.

- Call CID.

I want the most
recent photo of Jackie

and have
age-enhancement done on it.

Top priority.
I want it ASAP.

I know someone in Vegas
who can help us.

- Who's that?
- My ex-wife.

♪

[tense music]

- Hey, baby.
- Hey-ey-ey.

- Is that the leather jacket
I got you?

- Aw, good memory.
- You look hot.

Agents Ortiz and Gibson.

This is my ex, Carmen.

- Detective Schmidt.
Nice to meet you.

- You as well.

- Are we sure it's Jackie?

- We ran a spot
on the 5:00 news

with his aged-up photos
and personal details.

A woman in this complex swears
one of her neighbors is him.

He's got a dog,
he cooks all the time,

putters around
with his younger girlfriend.

- Doesn't that describe
a lot of the residents here?

- She also said he's told
her conflicting stories

about his past.

Claims he's from Chicago,

but "talks like
an extra from 'Goodfellas.'"

Her words, not mine.

- Nice work.
Mind if we take the lead?

- Wouldn't stop you.

- All right. It's go time.

Presume that he's armed
and ready for a fight.

Let's roll.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[quietly] Three, two, one...

- [grunts]
[dog barking]

- I swear to fricking God,
I will gouge your eyes out!

- Something happens to her,
I'll kill ya!

- Get your hands off me.

- It's over, Jackie.

You need to tell us
all about Joey Messina.

- Joey who? Who's Joey Messina?
- Sit down.

- The nutcase
copying your hits,

murdering random people
across New York.

- Copying me?
Is it weird to be flattered?

- He contact you?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You sure about that?
- What do you want?

What do you--what the hell?
What, do you got a warrant?

- Actually we do.
What you got, Hana?

- Joey reached out to you
a couple days ago.

You've been encouraging him.

- "I like what you did
in Massapequa. Attaboy!"

See that?
- Yeah, I don't know.

[murmurs] That ain't me.

- It came directly
from the podcast's account.

- Let me guess--
it's not your podcast either.

- Who are you talking to?
- I'm talking to you.

- Punk.

So maybe I got a fan out there.
What can I tell ya?

I mean,
it's hero worship, really.

What was I gonna do?
Call the Feds?

- Can you track the messages?

- The early ones were
sent from Joey's apartment,

but the last couple days,
he's been using a VPN.

- [sighs]

Okay Jackie, here's the thing.

You're going back to New York.
No choice about that.

But you do get
to decide where you land.

Either you clam up

and we take you to the
Metropolitan Detention Center

and charge Giselle with
harboring a known fugitive--

- Hey, you do
something to her--

listen to me...
you're a dead man.

All right? Good night.

And I'll kill
the rest of yous too.

One at a time.
- Good luck with that.

- Or you cooperate,
help bring Joey in,

and we drop Giselle's charges.

- I want it in writing.

- Call the US Attorneys'
office.

Have a cooperation
agreement drawn up.

- Signed by a judge.

I don't trust you
or any of yous--

any federal prosecutors.
You can all go to hell.

- Get this gavone outta here.

- Hey! Easy.

- Watch your head.

[background chatter]

- That was fun.
- Heh-heh.

- You really hit the ground
running in New York.

- Oh, that reminds me--

thanks for packing up
my apartment after I left.

I keep hoping the boxes
show up some time this century.

- Mm. I do work full-time,
you know.

- Mm.
- Bryan helped.

Would've taken longer
without him.

- Right. Bryan.
Bryan, Bryan, Bryan.

What a nice guy he is,
helping his girlfriend

pack up her
ex-husband's apartment.

I gotta tell you,
this guy's a real sweetheart.

- Please.
You know you like him.

- Fine. Maybe.

- You meet anyone?

- Too busy chasing bad guys.

- Make space for someone.

You deserve to be happy too.

- Thanks, kid.

[knocking on door]

- Brace yourself. She's tough.

Good morning, Your Honor.
This is Agent Gibson.

- Mm-hmm.
You better be here to arrest me

if you're at my home
at this hour.

- It's black.
I didn't know if you--

- This couldn't wait?
- It's an emergency.

I need you to sign off
on the prosecutor's

cooperation agreement
for Jackie Bianchi.

- He's alive?

- We found him
hiding in Las Vegas.

- How?

- I'm persistent.

- Is he gonna flip on somebody?
- Maybe.

Plus, we need to
use him as bait

to arrest the man who's been
terrorizing the city.

- I'm not signing this
without reading it first.

- We can wait.

- Suit yourself.

- Told you. Tough.

- Is she coming back?
- Oh, yeah.

She'll be back.

- Hey, you--
lighten up, you.

- Hey, Jackie.

- Wow.

Of all the Federal
buildings in all the towns

in all the world...

- You always said you wouldn't
be a rat, but here you are.

- Cooperation agreement
signed by the judge.

Set up the meeting
where we discussed.

If you tip off Joey in any way,
that deal is off.

- All right.
What are we doing?

Hello, my friend.

[keyboard clacking]

Uh...so you wanna get made?

So you wanna--
so you wanna be a...

part of this thing of ours.

I could open the door for you,
but...but...

but I need you to do
something for me first.

Meet me for bisque.
3:00 p.m.

- Why did you say bisque?
- Bisque.

- You're supposed
to say Sam's Lobster House.

- It's bisque.
That's what that means.

- It's not what it means.
- Is that some kind of

code word or what?
- No, it's bisque.

I mean, you know,
no self-respecting wise guy's

gonna be that
obvious in a message.

Bisque. Come over to me.
Just trust me.

- Does he talk about it
in the podcast?

- Because it's in the podcast.
That's right.

And they got
terrific lobster bisque there.

He'll love it.

- Jackie,
let me tell you something.

If you screw us,

I guarantee
you will rot in prison

eating cat food

for the rest
of your miserable existence.

- Praise God.

This mutt gonna
respond to me or what?

Hmm?

[chimes]

♪

[tense music]

♪

- We'll grab Joey
before he goes inside.

But jumping too quick might
give him a window to run,

so Hana, we're going to let
him get pretty close to you.

- Bring it on.

[phone chimes]

- I told you. I told you.
- What are you doing?

Sit down. Sit down!
- He knows what's going on.

- Ivan,
what's going on in there?

- I need
to talk to him right now.

- He wants to talk.

- This guy's
a royal pain in the ass.

- [speaks Italian]
We got a problem.

This jerkoff
changed the meeting place.

- You tipped him off,
didn't you?

- You know, you oughta
work on your trust issues,

my friend. All right?

Maybe you tipped him off.
- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, that's right,
look at you, the three of yous,

like you blend, standing around
here like a bunch of chimps.

- It's a message from Joey.

"Like you always say, change
plans at the last minute,

"and the only person in control
of the situation is you.

"You want to meet.
You're coming to me.

"Empire Fulton Ferry.
Near the Carousel.

15 minutes."

- Well, he's not stupid.

Picking a park
on the waterfront.

He'll be able to see
everyone coming.

- We can't get too close.

We'll have to send him
into the park alone

and then follow on foot.

We'll have eyes on you
the whole time,

so no funny business.

- What a buncha mooks.

You guys really like
playin' cowboy, don't ya?

- Yippee-ki-yay, partner.

[uneasy music]

♪

I don't know about this.

There's too
many bystanders here.

- East side, under the bridge.

Got a guy in a black
jacket heading towards Jackie.

- I can't see his face.
- Let Jackie confirm.

- All right, take off.

Take off right now. Go!

Go! Go!

- He's running.
- He's using Joey to get away!

Ortiz on Joey!
- On it!

- I got Jackie.

- Kristin, I'm with you.

[woman screams]

- Ah!

[grunts, groans]

You tore my meniscus.

You gotta be a little more
gentle with somebody my age.

- Yeah, well,
I'm sure it'll be covered

under your prison
health plan.

What do you think?

- Stop right there! Stop!

Move, move!

- Ahh--

- Nowhere to run, Joey.

- Put your hands up.

Put your hands up.
Put your hands up!

- I'll jump!

Jackie disappeared
in the water.

I might do it too.

- Right now, an FBI agent has
her knee in your hero's back.

This life you're trying to be
a part of ends one of two ways.

Either you die young,
or you die in jail.

- So you take me in,
and I die in jail?

That's your offer?

- At least
you'll get to see your kid.

Jackie never got that.

- Please. You met her.

Do you think that ballbuster
is going to let me see my son?

Nah.

I'm going down even more famous
than Jackie.

- And how are
you gonna do that?

- I'm taking
a Fed down with me.

[gunshots]

[somber music]

- Deal's off, jackass.

Giselle will be in jail
for a while, too.

But at least when she gets out,
she'll know exactly

where to find you,
because you're going to be

in the same cell for the rest
of your dying days.

Finally...
- [laughs]

- Thank for bringing these up,
Georgie.

- I figured
you'd be happy to see 'em.

And this one came overnighted.

- From Vegas?
- Mm-hmm. Yep.

- Carmen
must've missed something.

Oh, would you look at that.
- [laughs]

- You're the best, Georgie.
Thanks again.

- No problem.

- For God's sakes.

You are aware
that I have an office?

- I know. I've been there.
- Exactly.

And that's where I conduct
business, Agent Scott.

Not here.
- It's Remy.

And this isn't business,

it's a social call.

Wanna have a drink?

- Are you serious?
- 100%.

I know it's possibly
inappropriate

and maybe even a little rude
to show up like this.

- Yes, it is.
- But I did it anyway.

- And why is that?
- Because I like you, Judge.

And I'd love
to get to know you better.

- How do you
know I'm not married?

- I work for the FBI.

Kidding.
I don't see a ring on it.

- Is that your car?
- Yep.

- A ragtop in the city.
Not very practical.

- I don't do practical.

I do impulsive.

Life's more fun that way.

- Is it?

- You should try it sometime.

- Hm.
- Like now.

- [giggles]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]