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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.

- Kathy?

♪

Elliot.

- I didn't get
to say goodbye.

What do we know?

- There's a war going on,

and your wife,
she's just another casualty.

- But he can't be anywhere
near this.

- This is our case.

- You're on borrowed time.

♪

- You need to stand down,
Captain.

- I need to make sure
this son of a bitch goes down

for murder.

♪

- What's going on?
Who is he?

- Detective Elliot Stabler.

- He led the manhunt
in Puglia.

We flew him down for the trial.

- Well, fly his ass out of here

before he blows my case.

- I'm waiting.

- Stand down, Detective.

- Detective!

- You're all dead men.

Every one of you.

♪

♪

- What the hell, Elliot?

- I just wanted
to see their reaction

when I said Lenski's name.

- This isn't your house
anymore.

You can't just bust in and
put your feet up on the table

and do whatever
you damn please.

- The connection to Lenski is
the first concrete evidence

that we've got that
I may have been targeted--

- Which makes
keeping you on this

even more of a conflict for me.

This program is my baby,
Elliot.

You know that,
and a lot of people

wanted to shut it down
before I recruited you.

You've been my poster boy
for why this system works.

But what happened
at the courthouse this morning

could've blown that all
to hell.

- I want answers.

Closure.

I need that.

For my children.

♪

- So...

my evidence folder.

It's everything,

up to the point
when Intel took over.

I just

wanted to give it to you,
you know, in case--

- In case they kick me out?

- Uh--
- Thanks.

I'm still on there.

For the moment.

We don't do a lot of sledding
in Rome.

Eli's all about soccer.
- Fútbol.

- Yeah, that's what
they call it in Europe.

Italians call it "calcio."

They think they invented
the damn game.

Yeah, I, uh...

can't believe
you lived in Rome.

- Had this great apartment.

Terrace overlooking
this 15th century palazzo.

You would've loved it.

- You know, Elliot, I--

I can't.

- I get it.

- They found a burner cell
at the Lenski kid's apartment.

Now it's in the bag.

Our tech guys
couldn't crack it,

but maybe you know someone.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Liv.

Thank you. Again.

Uh, look, when I RSVP'd
for your award ceremony,

they asked me
to say a few words,

and, um, you know me
and public speaking.

-
Yeah.

- Yeah, so...

I wrote this, uh--

And I was gonna give it to you
that evening.

Probably a better way to say

what I was just about to say,
so...

um...

Just take it, read it.

Don't read it.

Throw it away.
Um...

You know, whatever you decide,
I understand.

- Mommy! Mommy!

Did you see that one, Mom?

- Oh.

Mm-hmm.

- Yes, honey, I did.
You're amazing!

Should I try it, or no?
- Yeah, you should try.

Here, or where?
Let's go to the other one.

- Yeah.

♪

- Grazie, Roberto. Si..

I'm--

I'm doing the best I can.

- Tell me how I can help you,
my friend.

Anything.

- You remember the Ondrak case?

I'm trying to find the hacker

who tracked
the Romanian drug dealers

through that video game app.

- You want me
to hack this phone?

- Calls and texts
have been wiped.

We can't get anything off it.

- Copy.

- And the owner's dead,
so this is my last best chance

at getting him to tell me
what he was all about.

- Copy.

- You're an artist, huh?

- "We Have Nothing but Thoughts
and Memory Between Us."

- Say what?

- The name of the piece is

"We Have Nothing but Thoughts
and Memory Between Us."

- Oh.

- The burner left a trail
on the IMSI catchers.

These are all the GPS hits

from the two days before
your person was offed.

Starbucks, Chamber Street.

Uzbecki diner on 4th and A.

Starbucks, Court Street.

Starbucks, Flatbush.

- Last stop's gotta be
a bathroom break.

- Subway.

He could've peed there.
- Hmm.

- He spent a couple of hours
at Securico Storage

on Brighton Street.

- All right.
Well, Securico Storage.

What's that all about?

Can you blow this up?

- The building is registered
to...

Hart LLC,
an International Business Corp.

First listed
November 13, 2014.

There was a bust there
last August.

For a rave.

The company was cited
for quarantine violations.

- We had this place
under surveillance?

- Not specifically.

Our Domain Awareness System

has CCTV cams
throughout the borough.

- Very unpopular with
the civil liberties crowd.

- We know Lenski was
in that storage facility.

- The GPS data's inadmissible.

- Without chain of custody,
I got that, Counselor.

But we need to know

what he was doing in that place
the day before the bombing.

- It appears Hart LLC
would be a shell corp.

- For?

- It's owned
by Manfredi Sinatra.

- He's doing a bid upstate.

- He got out
about six months ago.

- So what's it take
for a guy like me

to get a warrant these days?

♪

- Hey, yo, it's the police.

- It's 5-0, it's 5-0.

- Hey, 5-0.
- NYPD!

- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
- Relax.

Nobody's doing any shooting.

You! Hey!

- Not a good idea.
- Come here.

Come here!

- Man.
- I told you.

- What, yo?

- Hi.

This your place?

- Nah.

Ain't no one in there.

It shut down after
Raffi the Poet got blasted.

- Raffi the Poet?

- This was his spot.

Some kind of hookah joint,
but he's dead now.

- Okay, well, me and my friends
are gonna take a look around,

so I need you and your friends
to get out of here.

- Come on, yo.
- See ya.

♪

♪

- Stack on the door.

You're up.

♪

♪

- I need the perimeter
covered.

- What language is this?

- Italian.

And we need
to get those analyzed.

Hey.

Rafiq Aaron Wheatley.

- Raffi the Poet.

- That's a good guess.

Where have you been?
Where were you going?

Also, let's see if
that kid's story checks out.

Make sure you really are dead.

- Stabler.

♪

♪

- It was there, secure in the
lock box where you left it.

- So the one we found
is a duplicate.

- Someone betrayed us.

Someone that works for me
in my department.

I will find who did this,
Elliot.

I give you my word.

- I know you will, Roberto.

What about the certificates?

Documents found in the safe--

Certificates of Conformity.

All of them are counterfeit,

and they match exactly ones
that we found

during a raid in Puglia
a few months back.

Those were being used
to move substandard face masks

and PPE across
international borders.

- PPEs, meds, ventilators.

From the get-go, organized
crime has been making bank

off this pandemic.

- I need to meet with Sinatra.

- Slow your roll, Elliot.

We don't have enough
to pin anything on him yet.

- I agree.

Just want to look him
in the eye.

- Pat Sharkey.

- What about him?

He's a mob lawyer,
locked up at Green Haven.

- He was on Sinatra's payroll,

had his ear
more than any of his own guys.

He was who we used to talk to

when we wanted to get a message
to the boss.

- I'll see if I can get
you and Stan to talk to him.

- Okay, there's just one thing

that doesn't quite jive
with me.

Rafiq Wheatley--
Raffi the Poet--

was a smalltime
Black drug dealer.

- The Mafia's not as white
as they used to be.

All the families use gang
members at the street level.

- No. Not Sinatra.

He's a dyed-in-the-wool racist.

Notoriously doesn't like
Blacks.

- A few details, Mr. Sinatra?

Just a few details.

- You know what,
I ask you guys,

why are the authorities
locking up

an Italian gentleman like me?

Right now,
they should be out there

focusing on locking up

those mentally deficient
BLM lowlifes and thugs.

- That was six months ago,

right after he got out
of prison.

So what was Raffi doing up
in that warehouse?

- Rafiq Wheatley have
any living relatives?

♪

- The colored Jones polynomial
at the nth root of unity

has this simple expression.

So next week, we'll use...

♪

The Riemann sum

for the Lobachevsky function

to express

the hyperbolic volume
of the knot.

It's a very beautiful
computation, guys.

I'm looking forward to it.

♪

- Professor Wheatley.

Hi. I'm Detective Stabler.

I need to talk to you
about your son, Rafiq.

- No.

- Don't you want to know
who killed him?

- Do you know?
- Not yet.

But I'm your best shot
at finding out.

- I know why
Rafiq was murdered.

I don't know what good
it would do to learn who--

who did it.

I'm fairly certain it was
some other woman's son,

which makes two mothers
already in pain.

Isn't that enough?

- Last week,
my wife was murdered.

"I am reminded of a woman
in grief.

"Her son divided by land,

by triggers and blood."

Really was a poet.

- Yeah, a gifted poet.

He was the love of my life.

- So I'm just trying
to figure out

what this was doing
in the warehouse safe

along with Rafiq's passport.

- Rome?
- I was working there.

My wife and I were
just in New York on...

a visit.

- I'm sorry.

But I...have no idea.

- Do you know what he did?

Who his business associates
were?

- Rafiq's father was an addict.

And I made a conscious choice
years ago

not to live in that darkness
again.

- I'd like to get in touch
with your ex-husband.

- We were never married.

And he died in 1997
of a heroin overdose.

The only thing
he ever gave my son

was a genetic predisposition
for substance abuse.

Fun, huh?

Is there anything else?

- No.

Thank you for your time.
- Of course.

- Actually, there is one last
question, if you don't mind.

- Sure.

- How long does it take?

♪

♪

Stabler.

On my way.

- I don't know, Detective.

You don't strike me
as the kind of person

that can afford my services.

- I think it was meant
to be an insult.

- I think maybe it was.

- Your former client,
Manfredi Sinatra,

have you been in touch
with him lately?

- Yeah, I went out dancing
with him last night.

Arrange a meeting for me
with him,

and maybe we can, uh,

work something out with
your unhappy marriage here.

- You saying
you can get me a transfer?

- Or at least a new toothbrush.

Now, that's funny.

- Assuming I was able to get
a message to Mr. Sinatra,

what would I tell him?

- You tell him
what happened in Puglia

didn't stay in Puglia.

♪

- It was Elliot that
introduced me to Kathy

37 years ago.

He was 14 years old.
She, 13.

He says to me,
"Father, this is...

♪

♪

- Eli.

♪

- Eli.

-I just miss my mom.

- Hey, I'm here.
- My mom...

- I got you.

I promise, I got you.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming.

Hold on a second.
Hold on a second.

Guys, start dinner without me.
I just gotta make a stop.

Eli, go with Maureen.

Go with Maureen.

- Okay.

- Here I am.

What am I doing here?

- You know why I'm dressed
like this?

I just buried my wife.

- My condolences.

I'll ask again.
What am I doing here?

- You know who I am.

- I don't know you from Adam.

I'm here because an old friend
who's fallen on hard times

asked for a favor.

- How about this?

You ever seen this?

I found it
in your warehouse safe.

- Pfft, I own a lot of
warehouses, Detective Stabler.

- Yeah, this is the one
that had a hookah joint in it.

Run by a drug dealer.

Raffi the Poet?

- I don't get involved
with my tenants.

I'm a very busy man.

My friend mentioned something
about Puglia.

- Yeah, Puglia, it's where
I picked up these two dirtbags

trying to move fake N95 masks
and ventilator parts

across international borders.

Now why would I get involved

in something like that?

- I can think of
a couple million reasons why.

- I'm a building contractor,
so what do I know?

But it sounds to me like
some very smalltime,

worthless crapola.

- Small enough to try
and take me out?

Unfortunately, your bomber
made a big mistake.

- My bomber?

♪

- You took my wife from me.

- You got all wrong, son.

I don't make mistakes
like that.

If I wanted you dead,

you'd be the one in the ground
right now.

♪

- You should know how
the new security tech works.

It's a biometric entry system.

Fingerprint activated.

- Cool.

So that startup idea
I was telling you about.

Me and Gavin know
a pretty connected group

of B-list hip-hop artists,
outta Il--

- Sounds like a moneymaker.

What pairs better
with Pavé Ocre and Emmental?

The La Jalousie,
or the Gaja Gaia and Rey?

- No idea.

- Have you talked to Dana
lately?

We're moving new product
development to her division.

Richie, your sister is
killing it at Contrapos.

- Dad, that's Dana, all right?

See, I want to start something
of my own, like you did.

- I also raised
the startup capital on my own.

$250,000.
I was--

23 years old.

- When I started the company.

- Dad--
- Ryan.

The La Jalousie,
or the Gaja Gaia and Rey?

- With Pavé Ocre and Emmental?

- Uh-huh.

- I would go with the Gaja.

- Put it away.

- You want
an unoaked Chardonnay

to offset the buttery cheeses.

- You're amazing.

- Dad, Pop-pop is here.

- Go tell your mom.

No smoking in the house.

Pilar's rules.

- Where I come from, the wife
doesn't make the rules.

- Mom would've begged
to differ.

Let's go to the game room.

-
Hey.

- That's enough. Go outside.

Come on.
Go outside. Go lay down.

Come on.
Go ahead.

- Dogs, they don't listen.

- You know, it wouldn't hurt
you to come visit me, Richard.

You know, just for appearances.

I realize you think
you're better than me.

- You know next to nothing

about what goes on
inside my head.

Just tell me why you're here.

- I wanna know what
that lowlife street thug

was doing throwing parties
in my warehouse.

- "Lowlife"?
- Yeah.

- Are you referring
to your grandson?

- Hey, hey.

You adopted him.
I didn't.

I mean, at least
the other three

have some of my blood in them.

I mean, that flat-nosed
junkie's no grandson of mine.

- Get out of my house--

- I heard we had
a unexpected visitor.

Manfredi.
- Pilar.

- To what do we owe
the pleasure?

- Nice to see you.

- Everything okay?

- Everything's sweet, my love.
No worries.

- You look lovely as ever.

I--I really like

that painting of you
in the living room.

- The Mickalene Thomas.

That's not me.

- Ah.

- So lovely to see you too,
Manfredi.

- Good to see you.

- Rafiq was working for me
at Contrapos.

Since you were in prison
with a bunch of other...

lowlife thugs,

I didn't think you'd object
to me using the warehouse

for a legitimate
business enterprise.

- Legitimate, huh?
Yeah.

You like to throw it in my face

how you're
a legitimate businessman.

You don't think I know what's
going on with you in Puglia?

- No idea what
you're talking about.

- Anybody who does business
in Puglia,

they come to me first
to ask for permission.

Why would I ask permission

from someone who doesn't even
deserve perception?

♪

- You know what
your problem is, Richard?

You were born smart,
and you think

that's all there is to it.

But being smart doesn't make up
for being a meatball.

You're not fat anymore,
polpetto,

but you're still a stupid,
little meatball.

- Are we done?
- No.

Someone killed a cop's wife
a few days ago.

Evidence was found
in my warehouse,

in a safe
belonging to some dumbass

named Raffi the Poet.

- Let yourself out.

♪

- Narco thinks
the Certificates of Conformity

have something to do
with the COVID vaccine.

- Well, that makes sense.

- How was your meet
with Sinatra?

- Not giving anything away.

- Well, here's the good news.

Upstairs is giving us
the task force.

- That's fantastic.
Who've I got?

Hey, give me Stan Fairey,
if you can spare him.

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

- Who is?

- Detective Stabler.

Nice to see you again.

- Look, I know I didn't make a
great first impression on you.

- And you thought jumping me
on a street corner

would be a good way
to change my mind?

- I'm not jumping--
- You're the spouse

of a murder victim
connected to this case.

- Which means
I'll work my ass for you.

- I also checked your records
and your psych eval.

Six shootings.

- All of them good!
- Not every one.

You skipped town before they
did the review on the last one.

- Hold on a second.
You wanna know something?

I'm getting pretty sick
and tired

of everybody judging
who I was from 12 years ago.

I was a damn good cop then.

I'm a better cop now.

You talk to my people in Rome.

You talk to anybody
I've ever worked with.

- I already did.
- And?

- And I observed you firsthand

threatening witnesses
that are essential to my case.

- That won't happen again.

- Oh, it will happen again.

Guys who came up when you did,

you guys never think you really
need to change your ways.

- Really?

You know you're profiling me
right now?

- Detective Stabler,
you don't know a damn thing

about being profiled.

I checked your notes.

I saw you talked
to Angela Wheatley.

- That's right.
You know Professor Wheatley?

- Not personally.
Impressive woman, though.

I'ma need to know everything
about that conversation.

- Does that mean
I'm on your task force now?

- Meet me at The Met
tomorrow morning

and we'll talk about it.

You know The Met?

I hope you don't think
I'm profiling you again.

- Museum or opera?

You know, I've lived here
all my life.

I've been to this museum twice.

My first year in Italy,
my wife and I--

Kathy--
went basically every week.

Vatican Museum,
Borghese Gallery,

The Uffizi in Florence.

- Why do you think that is?

- We don't appreciate
what we have.

So despite all my warts,

what made you decide
to take a chance on me?

I figured, you wouldn't have
invited me here if you hadn't.

- Well, for one,

I've been looking
into Manfredi Sinatra's son

for almost two years.

- Sinatra has a son?

- He started one of
the first online pharmacies

back when Sinatra was
making his way up as a capo.

Contrapos RX.

He tries to pass off
as a respectable businessman,

but the fact is,
he's one of the world's

biggest distributors
of illegal narcotics.

I just haven't been able
to prove it yet.

He also goes
by a different name.

He endowed this exhibit.

♪

- It should be pretty easy.

To be continued.

Ah.

Bye.

- You didn't tell me
you were married.

- And divorced.
Aren't you a detective?

Isn't it your job
to know these things?

- Which is why it's
so interesting I didn't.

I mean, how do you
bury something like that?

Especially if you're
the son of a mafia don.

- Oh, I didn't know
who Richard's dad was

when I married him.

I mean, he loathes the man

with every fiber of his being.

- That why he changed his name?

- Uh, Wheatley's actually mine.

He did it because he knew

how much it would
piss off his father.

Marry a Black woman
and take her last name.

- And how about your kids?

What happened to them?

-
Richie and Dana chose him.

And I got Rafiq.

End of story.

- That's rough.

Any chance after the divorce
your ex had a change of heart?

Maybe wound up in business
with his father?

- Well, we're not
particularly chatty these days,

but I can't imagine a world
where he'd get into business--

♪

♪

♪

- Am I in the right place?

- Would you mind
handing me that printout?

With the label "Oklahoma City"?

-You were at 1
-PP
till almost midnight

debriefing on that drive-by
with Angela Wheatley.

- Yeah, well,

just like old times.

- Yeah, well,
this is a new day.

In the future,
I need you to be more...

careful and methodical.

That's the way
I like to do things.

- You're the boss.
- Mm-hmm.

So you think the hit was
on Angela Wheatley or you?

- It could've been either.

I'll tell you one thing,
though.

She knows more
than she's saying.

- Hmm.

- You're pretty deep into
Richard Wheatley, aren't you?

- Yeah.

Richard Wheatley
is why we're here.

And just to be clear,
when we cast out our net,

we might end up dragging in
the people

who hired your wife's killer.

I sincerely hope we do.

But our charge is to bust
an international drug cartel

that's skated under the radar
for two decades, okay?

- Understood.

♪

Who else is on the task force?

- So far, you're it.

I'm, uh, vetting a couple
candidates

later this afternoon.

- Well, without overstepping,
I can give you the name

of the best hacker
I've ever worked with.

Jet...

Slootmaekers.

- Spell it.

Stabler.

-
Yeah, it's S-L-O-O-T...

Uh...

♪

- You're early.

- Don't worry, Dad.

He's just the attendant
you hired

to run the Ferris wheel.

Come on.

Get in.

Don't be a sissy.

♪

So damn nostalgic.

Isn't it, Dad?

We used to come here
practically every weekend.

Such a different world.

- A better world,
if you ask me.

- Hmm, things are pretty sweet
right now.

Who knew a worldwide pandemic

could be so profitable?

What I was trying to tell you
the other day,

unfortunately,
it didn't go very well.

What do you think
about you and I

getting into business together?

- I'm intrigued.

What are you proposing?

- A partnership.
- Partners?

- You and me.
Father, son.

I know we had our differences
in the past,

but I know in my heart,
we could overcome it.

- Oh, it's hard to overcome
the fact that you're planning

on serving me up to a cop
tonight.

- That's not true.

- Are you telling me

you're not here for a meet

with a cop?

- That cop is coming after you,
Richard.

I'm meeting him to protect you.

I wanted to see
if he had any vulnerabilities.

I'm your father.
Look in my eyes!

I would never betray you.

A man doesn't betray
his family.

- Hmm.

I really want to believe that.

- Look.

I know I made things hard
for you.

I...

I mean, I could
never understand that--

why someone would want to...

mix, you know,
with other races.

I--

- Remember how the guy
would do this for us

every time we got to the top?

He would stop the wheel.

And we'd look down.
- Yeah.

- Sun shining,

my chubby, little legs
swinging.

- And we'd see all these

tiny, little dots

running around.

I couldn't believe
they were human beings.

- That's what
I'm trying to say.

From up here,
they all look the same.

You can't tell the difference
from the Blacks and the whites.

Or anything else,
for that matter.

That's what I've learned from
this tragic, terrible time.

- But now,
you're suddenly woke.

- "Woke"?

- You're not a racist anymore.

- What I'm trying
to tell you is,

I regret the ugly things I said
about your children--

my grandchildren.

Especially about
your beautiful wife.

How could I say--

- Love is love?

- Indeed.

Love is love.

- The problem is,

ya big meatball...

That's the one thing
I can't ever forgive you for.

♪

♪

♪

♪

- I thought you said
we were going to Babula

for dinner tonight.

- They're keeping it open
for us.

- And what about this bitch?

- I'll take that
as a compliment.

Can you please get
these foul beasts away from me?

They think you're foul.

- Go get ready, baby.
I'll be right there.

You all right, Ang?

- What do you think?

I told you I could handle it.

You didn't need
to send your goons.

They opened fire out
in the open,

on the campus of the school
where I teach.

It's reckless, Richard.

You're still reckless.

It used to be kind of cute
when you were a young buck.

Not so cute anymore.

- You can't talk to me
like that in my own house.

- It used to be my house.

Actually, where is Florinda?

I think I'm gonna have her
make me something.

- You know that's why
I divorced you, right?

-- NYPD. 1
-PP.
How can I help you?

- I wanna report
a body at Coney Island

at the Wonder Wheel.

♪

- Elliot.

-
Hey.

What are you doing here?

- What just happened?

- What do you mean?

- You okay?

- I'm fine.
What's going on?

Why are you here?

- I was just out
at Hunt's Point,

and I, uh--

I read your letter, and

I thought we'd talk about it.

- I wanna talk.
I just, um--

I can't right now.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

- Are you working?

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- I gotta go.

Stabler.

Yeah, I'll meet you out front
in 20.

Okay.

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