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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.

- Let's talk about you.

Tell me the truth.

Dishonorable discharge,
what the hell is that about?

- There are just so many
memories in this place.

- Is that the one with
Mickey Mantle's signature?

This will bring
a pretty penny.

- Talk about something
serious here, huh?

When you gonna tell me
what's going on with Joe Jr.?

So put the sweets on the
top shelf behind the soup

and no sugar after 6:00
or I'll be

the one hurting the next day.

- I hope that
doesn't apply to me.

I'm kidding.

- Yeah. Yeah.

Volume's set, OK?

So don't touch it.

Uh, and I've tried
and failed to explain

streaming to Ma for a long
time, so don't bother, OK?

Just find
a nice cooking show

and she'll be good
for hours, OK?

All right, Ma, love you.

I'm taking off.

- Where are you going?
I forgot.

- I already told you,
I'm having an early dinner

with Joey and Elliot.

- Oh, Joey's such a good boy.

I'm so glad
he didn't have to grow up

in the same house you did.

- Yeah.

I guess we didn't leave the old
man with a lot of fight left.

All right.

- Um, these are not
what I asked for.

You said crackers, Ma.

I wrote down "crackers."

- But I said the cheesy ones.

- It's a variety pack, Ma.

I'm sure there's
a cheesy one in there.

- No, no, no, these--

they're brown,
and they have, like, flakes.

- Carr's Cheesy Melts?

- That's them, yes.
Thank you.

Adding them to the list now.
I got you, Bernie.

- All right, good hands.

All right, see you later.

- Love you, dear.

- Look, this boys night out
idea is really great,

but do you really think
he's just gonna come clean?

- About being a druggie?

- Yeah.

- No. He's too much
like the old man.

- Exactly, yeah.

- Are you sure
he's shooting up?

- No, I'm not sure of that.

I have no proof of that.

I just told you
I found that foil.

I had it tested.

That heroin came
from AfgGhanistan.

- Hmm, maybe that's where
he started using, huh?

- That's what I'm thinking.

- Well, then maybe
we should, uh, you know,

do one of those interventions.

- OK.

- Yeah, unfortunately, I have
some experience with this.

And what we do
is we go in there.

We sit him down, and we
give him a good talking to,

and you talk him into rehab.

- You sit him down and you
give him a good talking to?

- That's right.

- You think he's just gonna
sit there and accept all that?

- No--I don't--
- He's just like the old man.

- He's like the old man.

- I thought you said we were
meeting him at the restaurant.

- Yeah, well, there's no
bros night out tonight.

- Excuse me?

- I lied.

Joey's at some charity thing
for his work.

- So what the hell
are we doing here?

- We're looking for proof.

And there you have it,
Detective Stabler.

Have at it.

- [laughs]

That's called
breaking and entering, no.

- Not if it's a family.

- I'm not doing it, Randall.

- All right, fine, fine.

I'll handle it.

Excuse me, ma'am, hi.

Listen, me and my brother down
here, we're in a big hurry,

and I forgot my keys.

Do you think you could
open the door for me?

- Mm-hmm.
- Thanks so much.

- There you go.
- Oh.

Thank you so much.
You're a lifesaver.

- Anything else
I can do for you?

- Uh, no, you've done
more than enough.

Thank you.

- Holy-moly,
look at that view.

You know, it makes me hate
this burg just a hair less.

- Can we just
get this over with?

- All right, calm down.

[tense music]

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- Charity? Joey?

That doesn't sound like him.

- Yeah, neither does bee pollen
wellness supplement.

What's this guy turning into?

I'll check the bathroom.

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- Hey.
- Yeah?

- Got a safe.

♪

Have at it.

- What, me?

- Ain't gonna be me.

Try his birthday.

- All right, he might just
be dopey enough to use that.

[beeping]

[lock clicks]

Jesus Christ on a bike.

- We gotta get him to rehab.

- Yes, we do.

[tense music]

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- We don't do that.

- But thanks
for reminding us why.

- Look who couldn't stand
to be away from us.

- Yeah, more like
my kids couldn't stand

to be around me anymore.

- Right, right.

Hey, we got a Sam update?

- Yeah, Stacy's
doing much better,

and Sarge has Sam
on parental leave

until baby Bashir arrives.

- All right,
everybody gather round.

Welcome back.

- Thanks.

- We need to close up
this Bonner case.

Also, there's a pyramid scheme
on Wall Street.

Homicide has already
got a few expat murders

that they think are connected.

- I'd like to add
to the list here.

This wound up on my desk.

- How did a street
level narcotic

just wind up on your desk?
- That's the thing.

It's not street level.

That is pure, uncut
black tar heroin.

And forensics traced its
origins to the Helmand Province

in AfgGhanistan.

- AfgGhani heroin on our turf,
that makes this our case.

There a baker stamp?

- Report didn't mention one.

- All right, Vargas can run it.

- You might want to tell
Vargas what a baker stamp is.

- Yes, please.

- Cartels and drug
trafficking organizations

stamp their product
with names, insignia.

It's like brand advertising.

You sure you got this?

- Anything for the team.

- I'm gonna let you decide
if you want to tell the rest,

but I'm gonna need to know
where that really came from.

- My brother,

Joey, he may have a problem.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Elliot.

That's tough.

- Maybe it's what
I get for having

lost touch all these years.

- You want to know
if he's using or dealing

before you confront him?

- No, I want to take care
of business first,

then I'll deal with my brother
in my own time.

- No judgment here.

But one thing I learned
in Narcotics

is that an addict doesn't
need an excuse to use,

but he'll be happy to take one.

- The high-res image
revealed what appears

to be a one-eyed skull.

- Any matches
for existing product?

- No DTOs came back with a hit.

- Well, DTO may
not get us clues,

but apparently wheat will.

- How so?

- Well, AfgGhanistan is hardly
an agricultural mecca,

which is why a hardy drought
resistant crop like poppies

became such a popular
source of income.

However, in some districts,
they did choose

a more legal choice--

wheat.

Now, it's this wheat's
pollen that floated over

and stuck to our poppy sap.

Now, I was able to trace this
particular variety to a farm

in the Washir District.

- And according to our files,
that district

is run by Altima Ruud.

- Jewel-smuggling
mosque bombers.

- Seems like we underestimated
our friend Abdul Azim Ghani.

- Product came
from your district.

- I'm sure it did, but I've
got nothing to do with it,

you know?

I've been out of that game
for some time.

They're precisely why.

- "They" being?

- Your soldiers,

Americans, Special Ops.

Bunch of cowboys claimed they
were going to help our people.

Before you know it,
they're the ones

taking over the poppy fields.

- What soldiers?

- There was these guys.

They had this, you know,
silly looking

little skull on their patches.

- Like that?

- Yeah, exactly like this,
with the one eye.

- It's the insignia of a
Special Ops command called MAR,

Marine Application Regiment.

They served in AfgGhanistan
and, like most,

are now stationed
in North Carolina.

- If any active duty
personnel were involved,

that would be military CID.

I can make some calls,
but they keep things

pretty close to the vest.

- Well, we know the product
is being distributed

in the New York area.

- We do?
- We do.

And it's conceivable
that some MAR vets

settled here after serving.

- Veteran Affairs would know
if any registered in New York.

- Better yet if they're
hosting any support groups.

- Or it could be
a puppet charter.

- What's that?

- Satellite criminal
organizations that provide

support to larger groups.

I dated a Hells Angel.

Briefly.

- So you think
it might be militia?

- Maybe.
- OK.

Let's get a list
of support groups

that have ties to the MAR
and see where it leads us.

- I waited six hours at the VA
to get half a diagnosis

for my nerve pain,
which started

when I was holed up in a hide
site for eight days on a recon.

Without a diagnosis,
I can't get

any pain meds stronger than the
basic over-the-counter junk.

- I now have to watch
my kid's baseball game

from the comfort of my car.

The crack of the ball
against that bat,

and all I can think of
was my fellow comrades'

bones snapping as the ground
vehicle rolled on top of them.

I made such a scene

my own kid asked me
to stop coming.

[somber music]

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- Hey, my name is Henry.

I'm just here to listen.

I don't--I'm not ready to talk,
but I do want to say

that I appreciate
y'all's stories.

It helps.

- We appreciate you
joining us today.

Hey, let's take 15, everyone.

Henry.

- Hey. Hank.

- OK, Hank.

Hank, I'm Darian.
Darian Morris.

- Hey, Darian,
nice to meet you.

- Yeah, yeah.
Where you from?

- Uh, South, down South.

- All right.
- This your operation?

- Yep, yep.

What brings you here?

- Oh, I don't know,
the search, man, you know.

- The search is real.

- It's never ending
is what it is.

- Yeah.

- Whether it's a good job, good
girlfriend, or good people,

you know?

- Well, listen, when it
comes to that first one,

I'll keep an eye out for you.

And on the second one,
you're on your own.

- Then you leave me
high and dry, man.

- OK, OK.

Well, when it comes to
the third one, you know, I--

I can offer a heart that feels
what you're going through,

all right, a community
that understands,

and some damn good coffee
over there.

[chuckles]

- Well, you know,
I'll tell you the truth,

I was hoping for something
a little stronger.

- What are you talking about?

- I was told you could help me.

- Who told you that?

- Well, friends down South.

- Any friends in particular?

- A good man.

No names.

- Where'd you serve, soldier?

- Iraq, 2nd Battalion,
30th Marines.

- Damn, that's where
my old man served.

You know him? Jack?

Jack Morris.

- Yeah, that sounds familiar.

Oh.

- All right, well, hey, listen.

We're about to start up again.

You with us?

- You know,
this is all new to me.

I'm a little overloaded
right now.

- Yeah, sure, sure, sure.

Yeah.

At your own pace, Hank.

- Yeah, thanks.

- All right, but when you
need us, we're here for you.

So please come back, all right?

- Thank you, Darian.

Appreciate it, man.

- All right, hey,
you're not in this alone.

- Thanks, Darian.

- [laughs]
- It's not funny.

- I mean, it kind of is.

Seriously?

- What?

I have a thing about using
public toilets, all right?

- Man, did you talk to
your therapist about it?

- Just open the goddamn door.

- [chuckles]

- Oh, man, bathroom's
on the right, grandpa.

- Good to see you, Joey.

- You broke into my room?

- And your safe.

- Jesus!

You had no right.

I ought to call
the goddamn cops.

- You could.

You could, but I wouldn't.

How long you been using?

- What?

- How long have you been using?

- You think--

oh, wow, wow.

Guys, it's not mine.

A vet buddy asked me
to hold on to it for him,

so I did him a favor.

- Yeah, did he ask you
to deal it, too?

- Oh, so now I'm a drug dealer?

Oh, go to hell, Randall.

- Joey, let's take it easy.

Take it easy.

Look, we know it's yours.

We also know it comes from
the same region in AfgGhanistan

that you were deployed to.

- This is--you guys both
have lost your minds.

- Do you know how
it's brought in?

- What?

- Do you know how
it's brought in?

- OK.

OK, this isn't even about me.

- It is.
- Is it?

No, no, no, I'm just another
one of those dirtbags

in one of your investigations?
That's what's happening?

- That's not true, Joey.

Listen, we're concerned
about you, man.

- No.

- I mean,
you've been acting cagey

ever since our family dinner.

- Really?

This coming from the two guys
who get into a brawl

at Ma's dinner table!

- We're not trying
to shame you.

We want to help you.

- I don't want any help!

- Joe.
Hey, Joey.

Joe, listen, hear us out.

- What?
- Hear us out!

I got some experience
with this, all right?

My youngest, Connie,
she had issues.

And you know what we did?

We got her to a great place
in Arizona--

Wickenburg, Arizona.

It's beautiful.

- Oh, Jesus, Jesus.

Are you actually
pitching me rehab?

- Yeah.
- That's what's happening?

- Yes.

- I'm not a drug addict!

- You got high
in my goddamn bathroom.

I found the foil in my trash.

Now, did you shoot up or did
you snort it in my house?

- What?

- Did you shoot up
or snort it in my house...

- Take it easy!
- In front of the grandkids?

I'm not gonna take it easy.
Let me see your arm.

- Goddamn it!
- Don't touch me!

- Knock it off!

- You don't touch me either.

Whatever this is,
it's over, now!

- Hey, Joey.

- Hey, what?

- Joey, don't run away.

- Well, that's the Stabler
family MO, isn't it?

- Yeah, well, you're not
gonna get far without this.

- Oh, goddamn it.

- We already changed the combo.

- Joey, just hear us out, man.

Listen, listen,
it's a beautiful place.

They got a detox wing.

They got counselors.

They even got a pool,
all right?

- Go to hell, both of you.

- Could've been worse.

- Right.

.

- Oh, Joey,
what a nice surprise.

- Hey.

- Oh, Joey,
you're kind of clammy.

Do you have a fever?

- No.

No, Ma, I'm good.

You know the rainy day stash
that you kept when I was a kid?

- Sure.
- Yeah.

Good, I need it.

- Oh, why?

- Well, my money's
a little tied up right now,

and I got to leave town
for a bit, just for a bit.

- Oh, already?
You just got here.

I just got you back.

- Yeah, Ma, please.

- Where are you going?

- Ma, do you have
the money or not?

- Yes.
- Where is the money?

- In my sock drawer.
- In here?

- Yeah.
- OK.

- Joey, are you all right?

- Yeah. Fine, Ma.

- Oh, wait a minute,
I just remembered.

I forgot.
I spent it.

- Oh, Ma.

Ma, Ma, do you have
the money or not?

- No, I don't I bought
one of those PlayStations

for Maureen's boys.

- Ma, no!

- Oh, don't talk to me
like that, Joey.

What's happening?

Are you all right?

Tell me.

Hey, honey, what's going on?

[door slams]

[dramatic music]

♪

- Oh, there he is,
back already.

- Yeah, well, I kind of felt
like I needed to come back.

- All right.

You ready to share this time?

What are you really here for?

Alpine Front,

- Yeah, it was the code name
for our unit's

objective on the Saddam Line.

- Yeah, I know what it is.

You guys repulsed
a pretty heavy

Iraqi counterattack there.

- Yeah, we lost a lot
of good men that day.

That's me.

- Yeah.

- I think you
recognize him, huh?

- You knew my dad?

- He was a great man,
great soldier.

He saved a lot of
lives that day.

- When was it taken?

- The day before.

- This is probably the last
picture ever taken of him.

- Well, it's yours now.

- You never answered
my question.

What are you really doing here?

- I'm looking into
an organization

that's moving heroin.

- Yeah, I knew you were here
for something else.

You didn't have that look
in your eyes.

- What percentage of
these people buy from you?

I'm not the one selling.

I'm the one looking
the other way.

There's a very small group of
people who know what we've been

through, and an even
smaller group who are trying

to help us deal with it.

- Help?

With black tar heroin?

- It's just--

- What?
- There's so much pain.

- Yeah.
- All right, for me, for them.

And I got to help, man.

I need--I need to help.

- There.

Now you're talking
like your father's son.

Angus Boone, veteran,
ex-Special Ops,

distinguished service

in Grenada, Panama,
saw action in Iraq and Libya,

although that's a little murky.

He retired to his family farm
on Staten Island

where he makes organic honey.

I'm going to be getting
introduced into their operation

through my contact
from the Healy House

of Veteran Support Group.

- They're a bee
husbandry operation?

- We're betting it's a front.
- Got it.

- One of the things
we need to establish

is what this operation is.

Is it processing,
distribution, or both?

- What's the other thing?

- The nature of
their operation.

- Yeah, is it a white
nationalist outfit, a militia,

or just a drug cartel?

- Could be hybrid.
- Mm-hmm, true.

And we also want to assess
how dangerous they are.

- Well, based on the
individuals and the training

they've received, I'd say very.

- Boone surrounds himself
with combat vets.

- He's a very
interesting guy, Boone.

You know, even though he's
been out for quite a while,

he's remained in contact
with the younger

generation of soldiers,
kind of cultivating

a network or a following.

- Boone's been in the bee
milking business for 10 years.

- Milking?

- Seven years ago,
the Boone family farm

started donating
$10,600 annually

to 12 different
veteran support groups.

- That's very specific.

- I thought so too.

Then I dug a little deeper,

found over 250 other
veteran support groups

receiving $10,600 from an
anonymous source every year.

- We think it's all
coming from Boone.

- The first dozen on the books
are legitimate

charitable write-offs.

The rest is a way
to launder heroin profits.

- Or his way of giving back.

Look, he's interesting,
and it's complicated.

- OK, people,
let's get to work.

.

- You're doing the right thing.

- I know, but--

- What?

- I don't want pity
or sorrow, OK?

And I came back home
and I hated everybody.

I hated myself.

Angus got me through that
and got me through the anger,

made me feel whole again, made
me feel like I was somebody,

like I belonged again.

- Sounds like a good man.

- Angus saved my life.

I owe him.

I just wanted you to know that.

- I get it.

- Honey stand's coming up.

Boones are very proud
of their honey.

[tense music]

♪

Hey, Mama.

- Hey, Darian.

- Brought a friend for you.

- OK.

- That's Mama.

Consider yourself vouched for.

- That should help
with your hay fever.

You come back
and see me if it don't.

- We will.
- Thank you.

- Hey, Mama.

- What's your name, son?

- Henry, Henry Drummond.

- Where'd you serve?

- Desert Storm,
a couple other places

that you didn't find
on the news.

- Whereabouts in Desert Storm?

- 2nd Battalion, 30th Marines.

- Semper Fi.

- Oohra.

- You looking for work,
Henry?

A place to sleep, food to eat?

- Yes, ma'am, yes, ma'am,
and yes, ma'am.

- Trisha.

- What's up, Mama?

- Got a vet looking for work

and a place to sleep,

looks likely.

Take Henry here over to Angus
and see what he thinks.

- All right, come with me.

- Thank you.

- Tim, a couple of beers
for me and our guest.

[country music playing]

- Thanks.

So what do we do now?

- Now, we wait for Angus.

What's the hurry, bro?

♪

- Hey, you screwed my shot.

- Sorry.

- Sorry?

- I had 20 bucks
riding on that.

Cough it up.

- I don't have it on me.

- Hey, pay the man his money.

- Hey, you pay him.

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

- Stand down!

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Let's take a walk.

[tense music]

♪

It's a special kind
of place, Hank.

You understand that.

This isn't just dirt
we're walking on.

No, no, this is blood,

300 years
of Boone family blood.

It's steeped into
the very soil itself.

It's the blood of my ancestors.

Oh, hell, it's the bones
of my ancestors.

I don't even know how many
of them are buried out here.

All this bloodshed

in the cause of freedom.

There were Boones that
fought in the Revolution,

took on the British,
the Loyalists.

My God,

Boones even took on
George Washington's government.

You ever hear of
the Whiskey Rebellion?

- Yes, sir.
- Mm-hmm.

Ancestor of mine
got himself hanged

for attacking a tax collector.

This is a special place,

and it's a special kind of
tribe

you're coming into.

Now, are you ready to serve

a different kind of mission?

- Mr. Boone,
I served my country proudly.

But the man who came back
to this country

is not the same man who left.

And I don't want pity
or sorrow.

I hate pity and sorrow.

And Lord knows
I had plenty of good men

who never had the opportunity
to come home.

You know, I've been harboring
this anger for way too long.

I want to feel whole again.

I want to feel like
I'm somebody again.

I just want to belong.

[tense music]

♪

- You're gonna start tomorrow.

You're gonna be working
under Tyler.

- All right.

Who might that be?

- Tyler!

He's the fellow whose ass
you just whipped, huh?

- Trisha, get this one settled.

- Come on.

Curfew is midnight,
but nobody leaves

the property after sunset.

- Why?

- Protection is our
number one priority.

That includes for ourselves.

I'll need your phone, too.

Take that one in the corner.

- How long
you been working here?

- We're not friends, bro.

You're just the new guy.

Copy?

- Loud and clear.

[door shuts]

[buzzer]

[knocking]

- You seeing this?

- Yeah.

- I'll go get her.

[buzzer]

- What's up?
[knocking]

- We got a visitor,

Stacy Bashir, Sam's wife.

- Alone?

[tense music]

♪

- I'm sorry.
I didn't know who to call.

I dropped Sam off here
a few times.

- Mrs. Bashir, Sergeant Bell.

What's wrong?

- Sam is missing.

I think something's
happened to him.

[dramatic music]

♪

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- What happened to Joey?

- What do you mean?

- He's different.

What did you do?

- Nothing.

I, uh--nothing.

- No.

Look, he was always
my good, sweet little boy.

He was my good son.

And now I don't know.

He spent a little time with you
and Elliot, and he's changed.

He's totally different.

- Ma, just calm down.

Tell me what happened.

- He came here.

He needed money, and he
remembered my rainy day stash.

- Oh, no, mother of God.

You didn't give it to him,
did you?

- I couldn't.

I had spent it,
and I forgot that.

And when I told him,
he got so mad.

I've never seen him like that.

He just got so mad at me.

What happened?

What did you do to him?

- I didn't do anything
to him, Ma.

- Well, you did something.
- Ma.

- You did something to him.

What did you do?

- Ma, I didn't do anything!

- Yes, you did.

I can tell.

He's different.

He's totally different.
- Ma.

- Leave me alone!

Get out of here.

- Where is she now?

- Hospital.

She was having
heart palpitations,

so I told Reyes to take her
down there for observation.

He'll sit with her until
the uniforms get there.

- Can't take any chances.

- I was able to track Sam's
phone from the daycare center

to a bakery in Queens
and then it went dark,

hasn't been activated since.

- CCTV footage around
the bakery isn't great,

but we were able to clock what
appears to be Detective Bashir

entering the bakery
at 1:07 p.m.,

then leaving with one of the
employees 20 minutes later.

- Did you get an ID
on the employee?

- It took some doing,
but turns out

he is a new hire
for the bakery.

We were able to match him from
his Green Card application.

- Rayan Wardak, 27,
born Kabul, AfgGhanistan,

been in this country two years.

- Reyes,
don't bother sitting down.

You're coming with me.
- Where?

- Got a lead on a guy who may
be able to help us find Sam.

- Let's go.

- Hey smoke 'em good
before you open them

so the stupid
little jerks don't fly out

and freeze to death.

- Uh-huh.

That's how you make honey?

- Hey, you get to do this next,
so pay attention.

[tense music]

♪

- That's him.

- Mr. Wardak?

- Hey! Police!

- Damn it!

Reyes, keep going.

[dramatic music]

- Hey, hey! Whoa!
- Hey!

Whoa.
- Really?

♪

- [grunts]

- Reyhan Wardak, you're
being detained as a witness

in an ongoing investigation.

[handcuffs click]

- We know you met
with Detective Bashir.

You were the last person
to see him alive.

Where is he?

- I can't tell you anything.

- You can't or won't?

- Both.

- Sam and Stacy
are your friends.

Why won't you help them?

- It's not that simple.

- OK.
Well, help us understand.

- Samir knew I lost a brother
to GGhani's jewels.

He asked if Ghani
also ran heroin.

I said I wasn't sure,
but I know some people

from when I was an interpreter
back home.

So I made some calls,
set up a meet.

- What happened?

- While we were waiting,

this truck shows up,

very nice SUV.

These two guys got out
that I don't know.

Samir went to go talk to them.

I couldn't hear
what they said.

I don't know why he left
with those men, I swear.

- Can you describe them?

- I couldn't see much.

Two men, suits and ties.

- What about the vehicle,
the SUV?

- Dark, expensive,

had these crazy rims,

bright red line,
very, you know, gangsta.

- It looks like
there's a lot more to this

than a bunch
of cowboy beekeepers.

- We need to get word
to Stabler.

- Yeah, but how?

[tense music]

- Enjoy.

- Good afternoon, Mama.

- Where in the heck
have you two been?

- Keep your shirt on, Mama.

- You should be so lucky.

- Sorry we're late, Mama.

- Well, at least one of you
knows his manners.

Start restocking.

And you move the stash
to the shed.

- Yes, Mama.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Oh, wow.

- Oh, my God.

- Mami, look at this.

- Oh, how precious.

- This is so cute.

- Oh, my God.

OK, um, babe,
can you take a photo?

And hold my bag.

- Well, why can't I
be in the photo, too?

- Well, we'll get a selfie.

- I know, but you don't ever
put me in the profile.

- Welcome to
Mama Boone's Honey Farm.

What can I do you for?

- Hi, uh,
we're just doing a blog,

like eating local
in Staten Island,

and your stand is
absolute perfection.

- Yeah, we were just thinking
of, you know, taking some pics

and maybe sampling some honey.

- Well, you are
more than welcome.

- Yeah.

Damn it!

Babe, we forgot the sign.
- Qué?

What sign?

- The--the Mama Boone's
road sign, like a mile back.

We need that picture.

- No, we won't be heading back
that way until tonight.

It'll be dark.

- Yeah, I don't care if it's
the middle of the night.

We're getting that picture.

.

[tense music]

♪

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- I was told to pull you out,
orders.

- Why?

- Sam, he's missing.

- What do you mean missing?

- We traced his movements to a
known associate of Al-Tamarud.

Look, long story short,
he was last

seen driving away
in a tricked out SUV

accompanied by two men
in dark suits.

- Doesn't sound like our skull.

- Yeah, and Sarge is not happy,
so she wants you back.

- Stacy OK?

- No, she's shook up.

And right now,
she's at the hospital

under protective custody.

- OK.

All right, you tell Sarge
that you tried.

- Hey, Elliot,
don't do this to me.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you doing out here?

- Going for a walk.

I get these nightmares.

- You know
that's against the rules.

- I tell you what,

when I get these nightmares,
and I wake up screaming,

trust me.

It's either a walk
or someone's gonna get a bullet

in the head, so.

- We're gonna go see Angus.

- What are you talking about?

Come on, man.

- Walk.

- I'm telling you,
you're making this a bigger

deal than it needs to be.

Let me just go back
to the bunk room.

- Move.

[grunting]

♪

- What the hell happened?

- Guy tried to shoot me.

[panting]

♪

Guy was sneaking around.

When I asked him what he
was up to, he drew on me.

- He say where he was going?

- Doesn't matter
where he was going, Ma.

If he's hiding something,
we can't abide that.

- You think he's a plant?

- I don't know, could be.

Feds have been
after us for years.

- Not Hightower.

He's good.

- Oh, yeah?

You're willing
to vouch for him?

Huh?

I didn't think so.

Who's gonna take care of this?

- I'll do it.

I'll toss him in the
back of the truck.

Trust me.
No one will ever see him again.

- No, I want him alive.

- Ma.

- Trisha, take him to the vet.

He'll know what to do.

And tell him when he
comes to, call me.

I want to know what he knows.

- You got it, Mama.

- And then, you can kill him.

You--

you did good, Henry.

Keep it up.

♪

[soft country music playing]

♪

- ♪ I haven't seen you
in months ♪

- [whispers indistinctly]
- What?

[tense music]

♪

- What is it?
What am I doing?

- What you're told.
Get in the back.

- Why?
- Just do it.

♪

[engine starts]

.

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]