Law & Order: Organized Crime (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - The Man with No Identity - full transcript
Detective Stabler must infiltrate a crime family aiming to take over New York City's cocaine trade.
.
- 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.
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Three months ago,
Mr. Wheatley was apprehended
and charged
with multiple RICO counts,
including money laundering,
embezzlement,
drug trafficking, and assault,
crimes that could have led
to a minimum
of 25 years behind bars.
Today, a judge will rule
whether Richard Wheatley
will receive a reduced sentence
for his substantial cooperation
with federal authorities on
several ongoing investigations.
- Your Honor,
the U.S. Attorney's Office
is profoundly indebted
to Richard Wheatley
for the information
he's provided,
the proffers
he's participated in,
and the doors he's opened,
and the light he shined into
some of the darkest corners
of the criminal underworld.
[gavel thuds]
[suspenseful music]
- Didn't I tell you, baby?
Didn't I tell you?
- Congratulations,
Mr. Wheatley.
- All charges dismissed.
That's a beautiful thing.
Thank your boss for me.
- Vince will be pleased.
It's well deserved.
- It's a pleasure
doing business
with you and your team--
a life-changing,
soul-cleansing,
redemptive pleasure.
- We hope it doesn't end here.
- I'm determined that it won't.
Tell Vince I'm making plans.
I intend to do more good
than anyone ever imagined
that I could do.
I plan to make myself
the worst enemy
of every criminal organization
on the face of this earth.
♪ ♪
- What happens now?
- They move you back
to Rikers to await trial
on the one
outstanding murder charge.
- Hey, where's your boyfriend
Stabler?
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- See any harbor cops around?
- Nope.
- Yeah.
That's 'cause I made sure
there wouldn't be any.
Let's move.
[siren wailing]
Oh, what the hell?
All right, I got this.
Guys, what's the problem?
All right, we're cleared here.
- No problem, we just need
to inspect the container.
- Really?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[sirens wailing]
- Go! Down! Down!
Everybody down!
[police shouting]
- Show me your hands!
- Get down on your knees!
You! Down on your knees!
- Don't move!
- Come on out of there!
- Come out, out of this truck!
- Come on!
- All right, move it!
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- How the hell did this happen?
We had everything prearranged
with the CBP unit.
- You're not here
to ask questions, Ayanna.
You're here to answer them.
- What exactly is your
strategy here, Sergeant?
Surely it wasn't to get
your undercover arrested
as a cocaine smuggler.
- Nobody was supposed to be
arrested, Chief Kilpatrick.
- Were you expecting that
the harbor unit not notice
that an entire container crate
had gone missing?
- This operation had been
underway for 2 1/2 months.
We knew the Kosta Organization
would be receiving a large
shipment of cocaine last night.
And we fully coordinated
with Harbor Patrol.
- Unfortunately, Sergeant Bell,
a narcotics task force
has been tracking dozens
of shipments of cocaine
across the supply chain
from Colombia.
And nobody
was coordinating with us.
- Sergeant Brewster.
So you had
my undercover arrested?
- Sergeant Bell--
- No.
That was a patrol unit
responding to a call for help.
We're on top of
a much bigger load
that's headed
into New York/New Jersey.
But your drugs had to have come
from the same cartel.
- Weren't you two both on
the same team in narco?
- We were supposed to be.
- Sergeant Brewster was
my commanding officer
when I was a narco detective.
- Congratulations
on the promotion, by the way.
Save it, Brewster.
What we want to know, Sergeant,
is whether this undercover
operation of yours
is getting anywhere.
What are we looking at?
How many more months?
How many more shootouts
in broad daylight
on the streets of New York?
How many more dead bodies
floating up in the East River
before you're ready to move
on these Albanian gangsters?
- My UC is definitely
making headway.
He's cultivating a relationship
with Reggie Bogdani,
one of the Kosta Organization's
mid-level lieutenants.
- I'm telling you, I had
harbor patrol in my pocket.
Those cops, they were suspect.
Hey, Eddie, don't you think
those cops were funky?
- Show me a cop
that ain't funky, Reggie.
- They're working for someone.
- Wagner, you're up.
Eddie Wagner.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- What's his deal, Reggie?
What's he gonna tell them?
- Nothing.
Eddie's good, all right?
He's done a few jobs
for me before.
He's infamous, trust me.
Back in the day, they would
call him Eddie Ashes.
- All right, cameras are off.
We got ten minutes.
What happened?
- Someone talked somewhere.
I don't think it was just
some harbor cops who just were
in the right place
at the right time.
- What did you see?
- Plenty of nothing.
But my man Reggie Bogdani,
he think it's four rogue cops.
- Because?
- Because the Harbor Patrol
guys on duty were well-greased.
They were supposed to let
that shipment through.
- And you agree with Reggie?
- I--yeah. Maybe.
But I tell you what, we're not
dealing with just four yahoos.
They were well organized.
This was choreographed.
- Okay, so how does this
shake out for you now?
- It's disruptive.
It makes
the Albanians paranoid.
- Which makes it
more dangerous for you.
- I'm fine. I'll be fine.
I got Reggie's trust.
- How about on your end?
Any problems?
- Yeah, there's a narcotics
task force
that's been tracking the same
product we're tracking,
which is run by my old
sergeant, William Brewster.
- You told me about that guy.
Uh, the gunner.
- Mm-hmm.
And he's still gunning for me.
[door alarm buzzes]
- Oh, it's okay. She's cool.
Okay.
- Hey, just want to let you
know he's gonna be released.
- Okay, what about the other
five Albanian guys
that are in the holding cell?
- Well, it seems that
there were no drugs
vouchered in connection
with the arrests,
so the only thing
I can charge them for
is a little scuffle
that their lawyers
are already characterizing it
as self-defense.
So the DA's office
is recommending
that we void all the arrests.
- [sighs]
Thank you, Anne.
- Yeah.
- No drugs vouchered.
[suspenseful music]
- I'ma get a manifest to see
which Harbor Patrol cops
work that dock.
- And you should be back on the
street within in a few hours.
- This ain't gonna be pretty
with Uncle Albi,
let me tell you that.
That was my shot, Eddie.
I was supposed to be done
running around town
roughing people up,
making collections.
- He's your boss,
but he's also your uncle, so--
- That what makes it worse.
All right? I blew it.
- Reggie, listen to me.
Listen to be. Relax.
This is business.
There was a hiccup.
You're smart. I'm smart.
We'll figure it out.
- You got no idea
what you're talking about.
- All right, that may be true,
but I'll tell you
what I do know.
You gave me a shot,
so I got your back.
My loyalty is to you, my man.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- All right, before we go in,
there's a couple things
you need to know about Albi.
Never look him in the eye.
It's like a dog.
You look him in the eye,
it's a sign of aggression.
Never contradict him.
And never make a promise
you can't keep.
You hear me?
- He's talking about Besa.
- What you know about Besa?
- Look, man, I ain't rolling
with no Albanians
without knowing
your code of honor, all right?
- Adjust, Howie!
[hip-hop music playing]
He's coming at you
with the right hook!
Make the adjustment!
- Uncle Albi.
- Come on.
- That's it.
- Yes, that's it.
Take the opening.
You're golden, Howie.
You're golden.
Okay, take a break, boys.
But don't go anywhere.
What the hell happened?
- We had a little hiccup.
- Hiccup?
Tell him.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
- He's got a lazy jab.
Overhand right, Reg.
Overhand right.
Overhand right. Reg, overhand.
Attaboy. Attaboy.
- Stop.
Who the hell is he?
- Uh, I work for Reggie, sir.
He invited me along
to help explain
how we're gonna get
your investment back for you.
- Did you hear
what he just said?
- Yeah, I did.
That's Eddie, Eddie Wagner.
He works for me.
- If he works for you,
why is he talking for you?
Come here.
♪ ♪
So you're gonna
get my money back?
- No, sir.
We're gonna get
your money back.
- Okay.
You got 48 hours.
That's a little taste
of what's going to happen
if you break your promise.
♪ ♪
.
- So you remember I was telling
you about them bluebirds?
Yeah, you're not
gonna believe this,
but, uh, they're back.
Yeah. I don't know. You know.
Well, yeah, of course
they sound pretty,
but I mean,
they're so loud that, uh,
I don't sleep no more.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Bluebirds? Really?
- It's an algorithm.
It aggregates data
from all your texts
to select a new security code
every 24 hours.
- I was hoping for something
a little less flowery.
- Like, "Go ahead,
make my day?"
- You're profiling me again.
- All right, what's this
Albanian code of honor?
- Apparently, my honor depends
on me keeping my promise.
- Oh, you mean
Eddie Wagner's honor?
- Well, I don't think
Eddie Ashes
ever worried about his honor.
- So what about these
Harbor Patrol cops?
- This is the unit.
- Okay, I've seen that.
- There are a couple of guys
who transferred out last month.
- Show me them.
- Bingo! That's him.
That's our guy.
- Nice to meet you, Harbor
Patrol Officer Beau Campbell.
- So where'd Campbell
transfer to?
- Nowhere.
Looks like he left the force.
- Of course he did--
he found a better paying job,
boosting the Albanian's coke
off the back of their truck.
Who do you think he works for?
- Any rival gang.
The Italians, MS-13, one of the
triads, another Albanian clan.
- I'll tell you what,
you find him,
I'll get it out of him.
- Yeah, well, unfortunately,
he got a jumpstart on us.
- Unfortunately, it's pretty
hard to fly under the radar
when you're spending money
like Beau is.
He had a $600 dinner last night
at a swanky Hudson Valley
restaurant.
- Hope it was tasty.
That meal just cost him
a bid upstate.
- And this is
outside the restaurant.
- Who's the girl?
- That would be Sheri Thompson.
Beau's girlfriend
of three years.
No ring, and pretty vocal
about it on social media.
He tries to shut her up
with expensive presents.
- There we are.
So when she tells you
where Beau is,
you got to figure out a way
to get that information
to me and Reggie.
If you know what I mean.
- Yeah.
[car alarm chirps]
- Nice color.
I think they're calling it
"Cardinal Red" this year.
- Can I help you?
- We're looking
for Beau Campbell.
You know him?
- He was my boyfriend, yeah,
but we broke up.
I haven't seen him
in a few months.
- Except for last night
at the Roundhouse,
where you shared
a $64 dry aged porterhouse
and two bottles
of the 2012 Barbaresco.
- Look, you can either come
with us, or you can let us know
where to find the big spender.
- Ma!
- Hmm?
- You smell that?
- Yeah, I do.
- Oh, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho,
oh, I know what that is.
- [laughs]
- Yeah!
- Oh, my God.
She's making tave kosi.
It's like, um, Albanian quiche.
Best in New York.
- Smells great, ma'am.
- What's the matter?
- [speaks indistinctly]
- He's not a stranger.
Come here.
Mom, meet Eddie Wagner.
Eddie, meet my mother.
- Nice to meet you,
Mrs. Bogdani.
She understand me?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, she can hear us.
She just can't talk so good.
- Stroke?
- No, she got shot in the head.
You know, it messed
with her brain synapses,
screwed up her speech.
[phone buzzing]
Give me a sec.
Yeah.
- Thank you.
Nice place you got here.
I'll wait for Reggie.
Or I'll drink it now.
Mmm, smells good.
Wow, it's really good.
I've never tasted
anything like that.
Reg.
[whispering]
What's she doing?
- Oh, she's, uh,
she's reading your grounds.
What do you got?
- [speaking indistinctly]
- She wants to know why you
don't tell her how you feel.
[tense music]
- Why I don't tell her
how I feel?
- [speaking indistinctly]
- The person you love.
Hey, hey. What do I know?
It's in the grounds.
I got to go.
[groans]
Listen.
Guys, we don't really like
to talk
about stuff like that, okay?
Ma.
- [speaking indistinctly]
- Hey, don't be
so superstitious.
She only likes to talk to me.
She gets embarrassed about
how she sounds, you know?
I love you, Ma.
♪ ♪
- That's him.
Don't move.
Now listen to me.
Now, four of your former
co-workers recently went AWOL.
I want a name.
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- Did you not hear
what the man said?
Look, you got ten seconds
to recall.
- Okay, okay. Campbell.
The guy you want
is Beau Campbell.
- Where?
[hammer clicks back]
- He's got a--he's got a cabin
near Sloatsburg.
Up Reeves Brook,
a mile past the waterfall.
It's off the grid.
- Don't move. Stay put.
Breathe nice and easy.
No one gets hurt.
There are your car keys.
Go.
♪ ♪
- Sergeant, it's Dawson.
They're on their way
to Sloatsburg.
Couldn't even tell which one
of them was your undercover.
- Good to know, Detective.
Thank you. Well done.
- What's a five-letter word
beginning with "A"
for "danger warning?"
- Mm.
Alarm?
- Oh. You're good at this.
- How you feeling,
Professor Wheatley?
- Better.
I, um, walked from here to
the corner drugstore yesterday.
Three whole blocks.
- That's good. That's progress.
- [chuckles]
No, no.
Yeah, I, um, I used to run
six miles every morning
before I taught a seminar
on statistical inference.
Who were you, um,
talking on the phone with?
- Uh, it was one
of my colleagues.
It wasn't Detective Stabler.
So has your doctor said
whether she thinks
you'll be well enough
to testify
at the trial next month?
- Testify?
- For your ex-husband's trial.
[apprehensive music]
For the murder
of Kathy Stabler.
- Who hired you?
- What's going on?
What he's looking for?
- Where are my bricks?
- [groans]
- It's not here!
I'm just--
I'm just a middleman.
- For who?
- I don't know.
- For who?!
- It's just some guy.
Hired me and my boy
for the run.
They paid cash, 150K.
- Who? Give me a name.
- I don't know.
- Give me a name.
- I don't know. I swear.
[groaning]
Red Bull!
- What?
- Red Bull!
I heard someone
call him Red Bull.
He's a Black guy, 25, maybe 30.
He drove a Cadillac Escalade.
- That could be, like,
a thousand different guys.
- No, no.
He--he had a gold tooth.
- All right.
I mean, there can't be
that many guys named Red Bull
with a gold tooth who could
pull off a boost like this.
We'll be able to find him.
- That's all I know.
I swear to God.
[groans]
- Nobody likes a dirty cop.
.
[indistinct conversation]
- Hey, I--I'll be right back.
Hey.
- How you doing, buddy?
- Good.
- Got a few hours off.
I thought I'd pick you up.
Maybe me, you,
and Kathleen will grab dinner,
bring it back home.
- Oh, I'm having dinner
at Brett's tonight.
His mom's making lasagna.
- Lasagna. Nice.
- Yeah.
- Who's Brett? Do I know him?
- Brett Feeney. You've met him.
Twice.
- Oh, right. Yeah, Brett.
- Dad, I made the soccer team.
- Congratulations.
I knew you would, man.
Good for you.
- Thanks.
I wouldn't have even tried out
if you hadn't pushed me.
I miss you.
I know that you're doing work.
You know, you're the only one
that can do it,
and I just don't want you
to feel guilty.
[sentimental music]
- Thanks, man.
- Yo, Eli.
- Uh, they're waiting for me.
- Yeah, you do you.
♪ ♪
- Beau Campbell's in custody.
He's in ICU
in Bronx Lebanon Hospital.
- Well, Bogdani wanted
to ice him.
So I made an
executive decision.
- Yeah, well, I hope he talked
before you knocked
his lights out.
I couldn't get anything
out of him.
- They got paid cash, 150K
from a guy named Red Bull.
- Lance "Red Bull" Flowers.
- You know him?
- Yeah, he's with
the Marcy Killers.
They started off
as a street gang in Bed-Stuy,
but now they're run like
a multinational corporation.
- Where do they operate out of?
- Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan.
- Narrows it down.
- I'm sure their corners have
changed since I was a narco.
I'll reach out to Brewster,
see if he can get me
a map of their territory.
- Hey, I'll be right back.
And don't get her pregnant
while I'm in there.
- Don't worry.
I'm using protection.
- Why do we gotta
wait for him?
- I'm working, baby.
If you wanna hang with me,
this is where we have to be.
- Everything with you
is about money.
- 'Cause you like nice things.
They don't pay for themself.
- Well, when we get home,
I'll show you how much
I appreciate you.
- Sorry to interrupt, ladies.
I'm looking for some party.
- Can't you see
I'm busy right now?
- You can't tell me
you're not working.
- How much you got?
- What will 100 get me?
- Move along, Pops.
- That better not be my coke
you're selling.
- Babe.
[tense music]
- I don't know where you got
your info from,
but if you don't put
that gun down,
I ain't responsible
for what happens next.
- Just give 'em the coke.
Yeah, you should listen to her.
All we want is a bag.
- Yeah, or I can just
blow her brains out.
♪ ♪
- See?
That wasn't so bad, now,
was it?
[sobbing]
- What's going on?
- You want to tell me
where in the hell
you got that coke from?
[indistinct chatter]
- Insiders only.
As promised.
- Sit.
♪ ♪
[sniffing]
Where'd you get this?
- Marcy Killers.
They were selling it
at some rich kid's party
in the West Ville
for, like, 200 a gram.
- This is our coke.
- So what do you want to do?
- Paint the streets red with
the blood of the Marcy Killers.
♪ ♪
.
[indistinct chatter]
- It's been a minute.
Nice to set eyes on you, Nova.
- It's good to see
you too, boss.
- So what's the good word?
- Lance got hold
of some new stuff.
Pure. Been selling like fire.
- So what's the problem?
- He jacked it from the KO.
They found out.
- [sighs]
[tense music]
Does Mr. Webb know?
- Not yet.
Real talk?
Lance is my boy.
I don't want to see him
get hurt.
But he about
to catch some heat.
- I'll handle it. Guard.
♪ ♪
[phone buzzing]
- Excuse me.
Hello.
- Mr. Webb, it's Hugo.
- I know that.
Listen, you'll never guess
who I'm dining with.
Congressman Kilbride.
- Well, please give
the Congressman my best.
Listen, we got a problem.
- Then get ahead of it.
- Oh, we way past that.
♪ ♪
- Mr. Flowers. Miss Riley.
both:
Yes, sir.
- This is our first time
meeting,
and it's under less
than salubrious circumstances.
- Nova had nothing
to do with it.
I went rogue.
I take full responsibility.
- But Mr. Webb--
- That's a large plateful
of responsibility.
- He understands that, sir.
But I know he was planning on--
- I suggest you hold
your tongue, young lady...
Since right now,
you're not on the hotseat.
- I got an interesting
phone call today.
- From who?
- Congressman Leon Kilbride.
- Congressman Leon Kilbride?
What'd he want?
- To talk about Damon's lawsuit
against the NYPD.
- Oh, he's been following it?
That's crazy.
- He, uh, wants to meet us.
- Us?
- Well, he knows I'm married
to a police officer,
and he thinks this might be
a good opportunity
to reframe the conversation
around police misconduct.
- Oh, Lord, I can see
where this is going already.
- He's one of the good ones,
Ayanna.
He's been in the fight
his whole life.
- Look, I respect the man,
but I do not want to be used
as a pawn for someone's
political ambition.
- I want to meet him.
[phone buzzing]
- We'll talk about this later.
I'll be right back.
Hey, Stabler,
what you got for me?
- Yeah. Confirmed.
The Marcy Killers
are on the streets dealing
the Kosta Organization's
stolen cocaine.
- So what are the Albanians
gonna do about it?
- Well, they got short tempers,
military grade weapons,
so they're going to war.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- We need to take
a more realistic approach.
- We need to avert
a street war at all costs.
- I see it differently.
Let them kill one another
and save us the time
and trouble.
- Regardless of
civilian casualties?
- The come into our harbor,
and they stole from our family.
- So you're proposing that we
blow up both of our operations?
- No, I'm proposing
that it's our job
to protect the lives
of innocent civilians
that could get gunned down
in the crossfire.
- They will learn
about our culture.
all: Yeah.
- About Besa!
all:
Yeah!
- And I will point out
that the mayor
and the police commissioner
made a pledge to the public
that we do just that.
- Sergeant Bell,
Sergeant Brewster,
that's enough.
Sergeant Bell is right.
We don't want an all-out war
on the streets.
And the two of you
are gonna work together
to make sure
that doesn't happen.
- Work together, how?
- A joint task force.
- What?
- Who's in charge?
- Both of you. Co-commanders.
♪ ♪
- If you are with us...
You are with us.
[all cheer]
.
- PSU is in position.
- Damn.
- Albanians
have left the building.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
KO is on their way.
- Everybody, take your places.
[phone rings]
- Hey.
We are en route.
- What's happening?
[phone buzzes]
- Albi's calling it off.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Eat a little something.
- Thank you, honey.
So why did you
call off the hit?
- Sit tight.
Here's to my oldest daughter
getting married.
- Gezuar.
[all cheering]
- You guys see that bling
on her finger?
$40,000.
How many Italians
her fiancé gonna have to kill
to pay me back for that, huh?
- [laughs]
- Next I gotta get Ro hitched.
You know, she's pushing for
a Lamborghini for her birthday.
I mean, these girls,
they want it all.
- What about Jozi?
- What? What about Jozi?
- Well, what does she want?
- Well, nothing except for me
to be healthy and happy.
Boys, if you have daughters,
may you all have
a daughter like Jozi.
Who is that?
- That's Eddie.
Reggie's friend.
- Yeah. That's my boy.
Eddie Ashes. He's good.
He's an ex-con.
- Well, good for him.
- Yeah.
- Why don't you get me a drink?
- [grunting]
- Uncle Albi!
- Hey, Joz.
- Hi, Reggie.
- Ma.
- How's it going, Eddie?
- I thought I left
my bartending days
back in Chicago
when I left there.
- [chuckles]
Well, you're lucky to be here.
You know, they don't have a lot
of outsiders at Kosta's house.
Surprised Albi asked you.
- So that's Jon Kosta, huh?
- Yeah.
He wants you
to make him a drink.
- Yeah? What's he drink?
- I don't know.
You're the bartender.
- Reggie.
Who's your friend over there
with the sexy buns?
- Really? Sexy buns?
- [speaks indistinctly]
- Ah, uh-huh. Okay.
She says his coffee grounds
are full of misfortune,
so stay away.
And I think
that you're full of crap,
but I love you.
[both laugh]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Our guests have arrived.
- Guests?
- I believe
this belongs to you.
- Where's the missing brick?
- If things go well between us,
I'll make you whole.
- What does that mean,
if things go well?
- The theft of your product
was not orchestrated
by the Marcy Corporation.
- Ah, is that right?
Well, then how come it gets
dropped off on my couch by you?
- That little heist
on the docks,
that was an insurrectionist act
by a rogue member
of my organization.
But hell,
he'd like to apologize
and ask your forgiveness.
- Mr. Kosta,
if there's anything I can do
to earn your forgiveness,
you just let me know
and I got--
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
- Usually, I shoot people that
get caught stealing from me.
- Come on, man.
You don't have to do that.
- Maybe I'll shoot you too!
- Now there's an option.
But we both know that
every business decision
comes with consequences.
♪ ♪
- You know what, since you
brought me back my product,
I'd love to hear
what you have to say.
- All right.
The Marcy Corporation
is not looking to be at war
with the Kosta Organization.
We recognize your strength,
and we would rather work
with you than against you.
- I'll tell you something,
a partnership between Webb
and the Kosta Organization,
nobody can touch us.
Hey, Reggie. Where's my drink?
- Got it right here, Mr. Kosta.
I had it chilling for you.
- Hang on.
Whoa, that's nice.
What is that?
- Yeah, bourbon and amaretto.
Used to make it
all the time at Chicago.
Called the Godfather.
Hey, am I
supposed to trust him?
- Reggie likes him.
- Yeah, well,
I'm not sure I do.
- You hear that?
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]
- 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.
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Three months ago,
Mr. Wheatley was apprehended
and charged
with multiple RICO counts,
including money laundering,
embezzlement,
drug trafficking, and assault,
crimes that could have led
to a minimum
of 25 years behind bars.
Today, a judge will rule
whether Richard Wheatley
will receive a reduced sentence
for his substantial cooperation
with federal authorities on
several ongoing investigations.
- Your Honor,
the U.S. Attorney's Office
is profoundly indebted
to Richard Wheatley
for the information
he's provided,
the proffers
he's participated in,
and the doors he's opened,
and the light he shined into
some of the darkest corners
of the criminal underworld.
[gavel thuds]
[suspenseful music]
- Didn't I tell you, baby?
Didn't I tell you?
- Congratulations,
Mr. Wheatley.
- All charges dismissed.
That's a beautiful thing.
Thank your boss for me.
- Vince will be pleased.
It's well deserved.
- It's a pleasure
doing business
with you and your team--
a life-changing,
soul-cleansing,
redemptive pleasure.
- We hope it doesn't end here.
- I'm determined that it won't.
Tell Vince I'm making plans.
I intend to do more good
than anyone ever imagined
that I could do.
I plan to make myself
the worst enemy
of every criminal organization
on the face of this earth.
♪ ♪
- What happens now?
- They move you back
to Rikers to await trial
on the one
outstanding murder charge.
- Hey, where's your boyfriend
Stabler?
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- See any harbor cops around?
- Nope.
- Yeah.
That's 'cause I made sure
there wouldn't be any.
Let's move.
[siren wailing]
Oh, what the hell?
All right, I got this.
Guys, what's the problem?
All right, we're cleared here.
- No problem, we just need
to inspect the container.
- Really?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[sirens wailing]
- Go! Down! Down!
Everybody down!
[police shouting]
- Show me your hands!
- Get down on your knees!
You! Down on your knees!
- Don't move!
- Come on out of there!
- Come out, out of this truck!
- Come on!
- All right, move it!
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- How the hell did this happen?
We had everything prearranged
with the CBP unit.
- You're not here
to ask questions, Ayanna.
You're here to answer them.
- What exactly is your
strategy here, Sergeant?
Surely it wasn't to get
your undercover arrested
as a cocaine smuggler.
- Nobody was supposed to be
arrested, Chief Kilpatrick.
- Were you expecting that
the harbor unit not notice
that an entire container crate
had gone missing?
- This operation had been
underway for 2 1/2 months.
We knew the Kosta Organization
would be receiving a large
shipment of cocaine last night.
And we fully coordinated
with Harbor Patrol.
- Unfortunately, Sergeant Bell,
a narcotics task force
has been tracking dozens
of shipments of cocaine
across the supply chain
from Colombia.
And nobody
was coordinating with us.
- Sergeant Brewster.
So you had
my undercover arrested?
- Sergeant Bell--
- No.
That was a patrol unit
responding to a call for help.
We're on top of
a much bigger load
that's headed
into New York/New Jersey.
But your drugs had to have come
from the same cartel.
- Weren't you two both on
the same team in narco?
- We were supposed to be.
- Sergeant Brewster was
my commanding officer
when I was a narco detective.
- Congratulations
on the promotion, by the way.
Save it, Brewster.
What we want to know, Sergeant,
is whether this undercover
operation of yours
is getting anywhere.
What are we looking at?
How many more months?
How many more shootouts
in broad daylight
on the streets of New York?
How many more dead bodies
floating up in the East River
before you're ready to move
on these Albanian gangsters?
- My UC is definitely
making headway.
He's cultivating a relationship
with Reggie Bogdani,
one of the Kosta Organization's
mid-level lieutenants.
- I'm telling you, I had
harbor patrol in my pocket.
Those cops, they were suspect.
Hey, Eddie, don't you think
those cops were funky?
- Show me a cop
that ain't funky, Reggie.
- They're working for someone.
- Wagner, you're up.
Eddie Wagner.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- What's his deal, Reggie?
What's he gonna tell them?
- Nothing.
Eddie's good, all right?
He's done a few jobs
for me before.
He's infamous, trust me.
Back in the day, they would
call him Eddie Ashes.
- All right, cameras are off.
We got ten minutes.
What happened?
- Someone talked somewhere.
I don't think it was just
some harbor cops who just were
in the right place
at the right time.
- What did you see?
- Plenty of nothing.
But my man Reggie Bogdani,
he think it's four rogue cops.
- Because?
- Because the Harbor Patrol
guys on duty were well-greased.
They were supposed to let
that shipment through.
- And you agree with Reggie?
- I--yeah. Maybe.
But I tell you what, we're not
dealing with just four yahoos.
They were well organized.
This was choreographed.
- Okay, so how does this
shake out for you now?
- It's disruptive.
It makes
the Albanians paranoid.
- Which makes it
more dangerous for you.
- I'm fine. I'll be fine.
I got Reggie's trust.
- How about on your end?
Any problems?
- Yeah, there's a narcotics
task force
that's been tracking the same
product we're tracking,
which is run by my old
sergeant, William Brewster.
- You told me about that guy.
Uh, the gunner.
- Mm-hmm.
And he's still gunning for me.
[door alarm buzzes]
- Oh, it's okay. She's cool.
Okay.
- Hey, just want to let you
know he's gonna be released.
- Okay, what about the other
five Albanian guys
that are in the holding cell?
- Well, it seems that
there were no drugs
vouchered in connection
with the arrests,
so the only thing
I can charge them for
is a little scuffle
that their lawyers
are already characterizing it
as self-defense.
So the DA's office
is recommending
that we void all the arrests.
- [sighs]
Thank you, Anne.
- Yeah.
- No drugs vouchered.
[suspenseful music]
- I'ma get a manifest to see
which Harbor Patrol cops
work that dock.
- And you should be back on the
street within in a few hours.
- This ain't gonna be pretty
with Uncle Albi,
let me tell you that.
That was my shot, Eddie.
I was supposed to be done
running around town
roughing people up,
making collections.
- He's your boss,
but he's also your uncle, so--
- That what makes it worse.
All right? I blew it.
- Reggie, listen to me.
Listen to be. Relax.
This is business.
There was a hiccup.
You're smart. I'm smart.
We'll figure it out.
- You got no idea
what you're talking about.
- All right, that may be true,
but I'll tell you
what I do know.
You gave me a shot,
so I got your back.
My loyalty is to you, my man.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- All right, before we go in,
there's a couple things
you need to know about Albi.
Never look him in the eye.
It's like a dog.
You look him in the eye,
it's a sign of aggression.
Never contradict him.
And never make a promise
you can't keep.
You hear me?
- He's talking about Besa.
- What you know about Besa?
- Look, man, I ain't rolling
with no Albanians
without knowing
your code of honor, all right?
- Adjust, Howie!
[hip-hop music playing]
He's coming at you
with the right hook!
Make the adjustment!
- Uncle Albi.
- Come on.
- That's it.
- Yes, that's it.
Take the opening.
You're golden, Howie.
You're golden.
Okay, take a break, boys.
But don't go anywhere.
What the hell happened?
- We had a little hiccup.
- Hiccup?
Tell him.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
- He's got a lazy jab.
Overhand right, Reg.
Overhand right.
Overhand right. Reg, overhand.
Attaboy. Attaboy.
- Stop.
Who the hell is he?
- Uh, I work for Reggie, sir.
He invited me along
to help explain
how we're gonna get
your investment back for you.
- Did you hear
what he just said?
- Yeah, I did.
That's Eddie, Eddie Wagner.
He works for me.
- If he works for you,
why is he talking for you?
Come here.
♪ ♪
So you're gonna
get my money back?
- No, sir.
We're gonna get
your money back.
- Okay.
You got 48 hours.
That's a little taste
of what's going to happen
if you break your promise.
♪ ♪
.
- So you remember I was telling
you about them bluebirds?
Yeah, you're not
gonna believe this,
but, uh, they're back.
Yeah. I don't know. You know.
Well, yeah, of course
they sound pretty,
but I mean,
they're so loud that, uh,
I don't sleep no more.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Bluebirds? Really?
- It's an algorithm.
It aggregates data
from all your texts
to select a new security code
every 24 hours.
- I was hoping for something
a little less flowery.
- Like, "Go ahead,
make my day?"
- You're profiling me again.
- All right, what's this
Albanian code of honor?
- Apparently, my honor depends
on me keeping my promise.
- Oh, you mean
Eddie Wagner's honor?
- Well, I don't think
Eddie Ashes
ever worried about his honor.
- So what about these
Harbor Patrol cops?
- This is the unit.
- Okay, I've seen that.
- There are a couple of guys
who transferred out last month.
- Show me them.
- Bingo! That's him.
That's our guy.
- Nice to meet you, Harbor
Patrol Officer Beau Campbell.
- So where'd Campbell
transfer to?
- Nowhere.
Looks like he left the force.
- Of course he did--
he found a better paying job,
boosting the Albanian's coke
off the back of their truck.
Who do you think he works for?
- Any rival gang.
The Italians, MS-13, one of the
triads, another Albanian clan.
- I'll tell you what,
you find him,
I'll get it out of him.
- Yeah, well, unfortunately,
he got a jumpstart on us.
- Unfortunately, it's pretty
hard to fly under the radar
when you're spending money
like Beau is.
He had a $600 dinner last night
at a swanky Hudson Valley
restaurant.
- Hope it was tasty.
That meal just cost him
a bid upstate.
- And this is
outside the restaurant.
- Who's the girl?
- That would be Sheri Thompson.
Beau's girlfriend
of three years.
No ring, and pretty vocal
about it on social media.
He tries to shut her up
with expensive presents.
- There we are.
So when she tells you
where Beau is,
you got to figure out a way
to get that information
to me and Reggie.
If you know what I mean.
- Yeah.
[car alarm chirps]
- Nice color.
I think they're calling it
"Cardinal Red" this year.
- Can I help you?
- We're looking
for Beau Campbell.
You know him?
- He was my boyfriend, yeah,
but we broke up.
I haven't seen him
in a few months.
- Except for last night
at the Roundhouse,
where you shared
a $64 dry aged porterhouse
and two bottles
of the 2012 Barbaresco.
- Look, you can either come
with us, or you can let us know
where to find the big spender.
- Ma!
- Hmm?
- You smell that?
- Yeah, I do.
- Oh, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho,
oh, I know what that is.
- [laughs]
- Yeah!
- Oh, my God.
She's making tave kosi.
It's like, um, Albanian quiche.
Best in New York.
- Smells great, ma'am.
- What's the matter?
- [speaks indistinctly]
- He's not a stranger.
Come here.
Mom, meet Eddie Wagner.
Eddie, meet my mother.
- Nice to meet you,
Mrs. Bogdani.
She understand me?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, she can hear us.
She just can't talk so good.
- Stroke?
- No, she got shot in the head.
You know, it messed
with her brain synapses,
screwed up her speech.
[phone buzzing]
Give me a sec.
Yeah.
- Thank you.
Nice place you got here.
I'll wait for Reggie.
Or I'll drink it now.
Mmm, smells good.
Wow, it's really good.
I've never tasted
anything like that.
Reg.
[whispering]
What's she doing?
- Oh, she's, uh,
she's reading your grounds.
What do you got?
- [speaking indistinctly]
- She wants to know why you
don't tell her how you feel.
[tense music]
- Why I don't tell her
how I feel?
- [speaking indistinctly]
- The person you love.
Hey, hey. What do I know?
It's in the grounds.
I got to go.
[groans]
Listen.
Guys, we don't really like
to talk
about stuff like that, okay?
Ma.
- [speaking indistinctly]
- Hey, don't be
so superstitious.
She only likes to talk to me.
She gets embarrassed about
how she sounds, you know?
I love you, Ma.
♪ ♪
- That's him.
Don't move.
Now listen to me.
Now, four of your former
co-workers recently went AWOL.
I want a name.
- I don't know
what you're talking about.
- Did you not hear
what the man said?
Look, you got ten seconds
to recall.
- Okay, okay. Campbell.
The guy you want
is Beau Campbell.
- Where?
[hammer clicks back]
- He's got a--he's got a cabin
near Sloatsburg.
Up Reeves Brook,
a mile past the waterfall.
It's off the grid.
- Don't move. Stay put.
Breathe nice and easy.
No one gets hurt.
There are your car keys.
Go.
♪ ♪
- Sergeant, it's Dawson.
They're on their way
to Sloatsburg.
Couldn't even tell which one
of them was your undercover.
- Good to know, Detective.
Thank you. Well done.
- What's a five-letter word
beginning with "A"
for "danger warning?"
- Mm.
Alarm?
- Oh. You're good at this.
- How you feeling,
Professor Wheatley?
- Better.
I, um, walked from here to
the corner drugstore yesterday.
Three whole blocks.
- That's good. That's progress.
- [chuckles]
No, no.
Yeah, I, um, I used to run
six miles every morning
before I taught a seminar
on statistical inference.
Who were you, um,
talking on the phone with?
- Uh, it was one
of my colleagues.
It wasn't Detective Stabler.
So has your doctor said
whether she thinks
you'll be well enough
to testify
at the trial next month?
- Testify?
- For your ex-husband's trial.
[apprehensive music]
For the murder
of Kathy Stabler.
- Who hired you?
- What's going on?
What he's looking for?
- Where are my bricks?
- [groans]
- It's not here!
I'm just--
I'm just a middleman.
- For who?
- I don't know.
- For who?!
- It's just some guy.
Hired me and my boy
for the run.
They paid cash, 150K.
- Who? Give me a name.
- I don't know.
- Give me a name.
- I don't know. I swear.
[groaning]
Red Bull!
- What?
- Red Bull!
I heard someone
call him Red Bull.
He's a Black guy, 25, maybe 30.
He drove a Cadillac Escalade.
- That could be, like,
a thousand different guys.
- No, no.
He--he had a gold tooth.
- All right.
I mean, there can't be
that many guys named Red Bull
with a gold tooth who could
pull off a boost like this.
We'll be able to find him.
- That's all I know.
I swear to God.
[groans]
- Nobody likes a dirty cop.
.
[indistinct conversation]
- Hey, I--I'll be right back.
Hey.
- How you doing, buddy?
- Good.
- Got a few hours off.
I thought I'd pick you up.
Maybe me, you,
and Kathleen will grab dinner,
bring it back home.
- Oh, I'm having dinner
at Brett's tonight.
His mom's making lasagna.
- Lasagna. Nice.
- Yeah.
- Who's Brett? Do I know him?
- Brett Feeney. You've met him.
Twice.
- Oh, right. Yeah, Brett.
- Dad, I made the soccer team.
- Congratulations.
I knew you would, man.
Good for you.
- Thanks.
I wouldn't have even tried out
if you hadn't pushed me.
I miss you.
I know that you're doing work.
You know, you're the only one
that can do it,
and I just don't want you
to feel guilty.
[sentimental music]
- Thanks, man.
- Yo, Eli.
- Uh, they're waiting for me.
- Yeah, you do you.
♪ ♪
- Beau Campbell's in custody.
He's in ICU
in Bronx Lebanon Hospital.
- Well, Bogdani wanted
to ice him.
So I made an
executive decision.
- Yeah, well, I hope he talked
before you knocked
his lights out.
I couldn't get anything
out of him.
- They got paid cash, 150K
from a guy named Red Bull.
- Lance "Red Bull" Flowers.
- You know him?
- Yeah, he's with
the Marcy Killers.
They started off
as a street gang in Bed-Stuy,
but now they're run like
a multinational corporation.
- Where do they operate out of?
- Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan.
- Narrows it down.
- I'm sure their corners have
changed since I was a narco.
I'll reach out to Brewster,
see if he can get me
a map of their territory.
- Hey, I'll be right back.
And don't get her pregnant
while I'm in there.
- Don't worry.
I'm using protection.
- Why do we gotta
wait for him?
- I'm working, baby.
If you wanna hang with me,
this is where we have to be.
- Everything with you
is about money.
- 'Cause you like nice things.
They don't pay for themself.
- Well, when we get home,
I'll show you how much
I appreciate you.
- Sorry to interrupt, ladies.
I'm looking for some party.
- Can't you see
I'm busy right now?
- You can't tell me
you're not working.
- How much you got?
- What will 100 get me?
- Move along, Pops.
- That better not be my coke
you're selling.
- Babe.
[tense music]
- I don't know where you got
your info from,
but if you don't put
that gun down,
I ain't responsible
for what happens next.
- Just give 'em the coke.
Yeah, you should listen to her.
All we want is a bag.
- Yeah, or I can just
blow her brains out.
♪ ♪
- See?
That wasn't so bad, now,
was it?
[sobbing]
- What's going on?
- You want to tell me
where in the hell
you got that coke from?
[indistinct chatter]
- Insiders only.
As promised.
- Sit.
♪ ♪
[sniffing]
Where'd you get this?
- Marcy Killers.
They were selling it
at some rich kid's party
in the West Ville
for, like, 200 a gram.
- This is our coke.
- So what do you want to do?
- Paint the streets red with
the blood of the Marcy Killers.
♪ ♪
.
[indistinct chatter]
- It's been a minute.
Nice to set eyes on you, Nova.
- It's good to see
you too, boss.
- So what's the good word?
- Lance got hold
of some new stuff.
Pure. Been selling like fire.
- So what's the problem?
- He jacked it from the KO.
They found out.
- [sighs]
[tense music]
Does Mr. Webb know?
- Not yet.
Real talk?
Lance is my boy.
I don't want to see him
get hurt.
But he about
to catch some heat.
- I'll handle it. Guard.
♪ ♪
[phone buzzing]
- Excuse me.
Hello.
- Mr. Webb, it's Hugo.
- I know that.
Listen, you'll never guess
who I'm dining with.
Congressman Kilbride.
- Well, please give
the Congressman my best.
Listen, we got a problem.
- Then get ahead of it.
- Oh, we way past that.
♪ ♪
- Mr. Flowers. Miss Riley.
both:
Yes, sir.
- This is our first time
meeting,
and it's under less
than salubrious circumstances.
- Nova had nothing
to do with it.
I went rogue.
I take full responsibility.
- But Mr. Webb--
- That's a large plateful
of responsibility.
- He understands that, sir.
But I know he was planning on--
- I suggest you hold
your tongue, young lady...
Since right now,
you're not on the hotseat.
- I got an interesting
phone call today.
- From who?
- Congressman Leon Kilbride.
- Congressman Leon Kilbride?
What'd he want?
- To talk about Damon's lawsuit
against the NYPD.
- Oh, he's been following it?
That's crazy.
- He, uh, wants to meet us.
- Us?
- Well, he knows I'm married
to a police officer,
and he thinks this might be
a good opportunity
to reframe the conversation
around police misconduct.
- Oh, Lord, I can see
where this is going already.
- He's one of the good ones,
Ayanna.
He's been in the fight
his whole life.
- Look, I respect the man,
but I do not want to be used
as a pawn for someone's
political ambition.
- I want to meet him.
[phone buzzing]
- We'll talk about this later.
I'll be right back.
Hey, Stabler,
what you got for me?
- Yeah. Confirmed.
The Marcy Killers
are on the streets dealing
the Kosta Organization's
stolen cocaine.
- So what are the Albanians
gonna do about it?
- Well, they got short tempers,
military grade weapons,
so they're going to war.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- We need to take
a more realistic approach.
- We need to avert
a street war at all costs.
- I see it differently.
Let them kill one another
and save us the time
and trouble.
- Regardless of
civilian casualties?
- The come into our harbor,
and they stole from our family.
- So you're proposing that we
blow up both of our operations?
- No, I'm proposing
that it's our job
to protect the lives
of innocent civilians
that could get gunned down
in the crossfire.
- They will learn
about our culture.
all: Yeah.
- About Besa!
all:
Yeah!
- And I will point out
that the mayor
and the police commissioner
made a pledge to the public
that we do just that.
- Sergeant Bell,
Sergeant Brewster,
that's enough.
Sergeant Bell is right.
We don't want an all-out war
on the streets.
And the two of you
are gonna work together
to make sure
that doesn't happen.
- Work together, how?
- A joint task force.
- What?
- Who's in charge?
- Both of you. Co-commanders.
♪ ♪
- If you are with us...
You are with us.
[all cheer]
.
- PSU is in position.
- Damn.
- Albanians
have left the building.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
KO is on their way.
- Everybody, take your places.
[phone rings]
- Hey.
We are en route.
- What's happening?
[phone buzzes]
- Albi's calling it off.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Eat a little something.
- Thank you, honey.
So why did you
call off the hit?
- Sit tight.
Here's to my oldest daughter
getting married.
- Gezuar.
[all cheering]
- You guys see that bling
on her finger?
$40,000.
How many Italians
her fiancé gonna have to kill
to pay me back for that, huh?
- [laughs]
- Next I gotta get Ro hitched.
You know, she's pushing for
a Lamborghini for her birthday.
I mean, these girls,
they want it all.
- What about Jozi?
- What? What about Jozi?
- Well, what does she want?
- Well, nothing except for me
to be healthy and happy.
Boys, if you have daughters,
may you all have
a daughter like Jozi.
Who is that?
- That's Eddie.
Reggie's friend.
- Yeah. That's my boy.
Eddie Ashes. He's good.
He's an ex-con.
- Well, good for him.
- Yeah.
- Why don't you get me a drink?
- [grunting]
- Uncle Albi!
- Hey, Joz.
- Hi, Reggie.
- Ma.
- How's it going, Eddie?
- I thought I left
my bartending days
back in Chicago
when I left there.
- [chuckles]
Well, you're lucky to be here.
You know, they don't have a lot
of outsiders at Kosta's house.
Surprised Albi asked you.
- So that's Jon Kosta, huh?
- Yeah.
He wants you
to make him a drink.
- Yeah? What's he drink?
- I don't know.
You're the bartender.
- Reggie.
Who's your friend over there
with the sexy buns?
- Really? Sexy buns?
- [speaks indistinctly]
- Ah, uh-huh. Okay.
She says his coffee grounds
are full of misfortune,
so stay away.
And I think
that you're full of crap,
but I love you.
[both laugh]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Our guests have arrived.
- Guests?
- I believe
this belongs to you.
- Where's the missing brick?
- If things go well between us,
I'll make you whole.
- What does that mean,
if things go well?
- The theft of your product
was not orchestrated
by the Marcy Corporation.
- Ah, is that right?
Well, then how come it gets
dropped off on my couch by you?
- That little heist
on the docks,
that was an insurrectionist act
by a rogue member
of my organization.
But hell,
he'd like to apologize
and ask your forgiveness.
- Mr. Kosta,
if there's anything I can do
to earn your forgiveness,
you just let me know
and I got--
[gun cocks]
♪ ♪
- Usually, I shoot people that
get caught stealing from me.
- Come on, man.
You don't have to do that.
- Maybe I'll shoot you too!
- Now there's an option.
But we both know that
every business decision
comes with consequences.
♪ ♪
- You know what, since you
brought me back my product,
I'd love to hear
what you have to say.
- All right.
The Marcy Corporation
is not looking to be at war
with the Kosta Organization.
We recognize your strength,
and we would rather work
with you than against you.
- I'll tell you something,
a partnership between Webb
and the Kosta Organization,
nobody can touch us.
Hey, Reggie. Where's my drink?
- Got it right here, Mr. Kosta.
I had it chilling for you.
- Hang on.
Whoa, that's nice.
What is that?
- Yeah, bourbon and amaretto.
Used to make it
all the time at Chicago.
Called the Godfather.
Hey, am I
supposed to trust him?
- Reggie likes him.
- Yeah, well,
I'm not sure I do.
- You hear that?
- Yeah.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[wolf howls]