All language subtitles for Law.And.Order.Organized.Crime.S01E02.720p.WEB.H264-CAKES

In the nation's largest city,

the vicious and violent members

of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized Crime Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

I want answers for my children.

You took my wife from me.

You got it all wrong, son.

Upstairs is giving us the task force.

- Who've I got?
- Elliot, you're not in charge of it.

Who is?

Detective Stabler,
nice to see you again.

Our charge is to bust Mr. Wheatley.

He's one of the world's
biggest distributors

of illegal narcotics.

You didn't tell me you were married.

And divorced.

I told you I could handle it.

You didn't need to send your goons.

I would never betray you, Richard.

You were planning to serve
me up to a cop tonight.

Elliot, you okay?

What just happened?

I want to talk. I just can't right now.

What do we know?

One-PP got an anonymous call at 10:30.

No mention it was Sinatra.

Six-oh showed up on the
scene first, ID'd the body,

and it made its way up the chain to us.

_

Sergeant Ayanna Bell,
Detective Elliot Stabler,

Organized Crime Task Force.

Were there any witnesses?

Nobody's come forward.
Not much here to work with.

Prints wiped clean?

Victim's wallet was intact,

but we didn't recover a cell phone.

What about a car?

Found it on the other side of
the tunnel next to Kiddieland.

He drove himself?

What theory are you guys working with?

Most likely, mob hit.

- One shell was recovered?
- This close, only takes one.

Hand-loaded casing.

Usually guys that hand-pack their ammo,

they're either specially
trained military

or fanatic gun nuts.

Or both.

They did a hell of a job,

and as usual, the government screwed up.

They just didn't make
enough of the damn stuff.

One of the main reasons
we pay for concierge care

is so we don't have to
wait for appointments.

I abhor waiting.

Listen, I feel you,

but before you both end
up with hypertension,

let me offer a little saving grace.

You've got to be kidding me.

- His ex-wife.
- Hello.

The police just left your house.

Your father was murdered.

Oh, my God, no.

Thanks for letting me know.

What did she want?

I'll tell you about it on the way home.

As I was saying, I have
a shipment on the way.

Come over to our house
on Wednesday night.

We're having a little vaccination party

for family and close friends.

Hey, do you know what the holdup is?

I don't hear a train coming.

Let me go call in, see if I
can find out what's going on.

All right.

What the hell?

Oh, oh.

Ahh!

They came in from both directions,

two black SUVs.

- How many men were there?
- Four or five, I think.

We found this guy on
the ground, passed out,

probably from shock.

What can you tell us about the shooter?

They were wearing face
masks, military like.

Military.

You find any slugs or shell casings?

We canvassed the full
perimeter, nothing.

- They cleaned up good.
- Any CCTV cameras around?

Unfortunately, no.

We're gonna need all the traffic footage

from every artery leading
in and out of this place

from 2100 to 0200 hours.

Maybe one of the cams caught
'em coming or going, huh?

Who put a tourniquet on that man's leg?

The shooter.

- Trying to send a message?
- Which would be?

You try to stop us, we'll kill you.

Give us what you want, you live.

Where were those vaccines headed?

Harlem Hospital Center.

Too bad for them.

It gets worse.

If those vaccines
aren't stored properly,

within two hours, they're useless.

Hey, Liv, it's me.

About last night, I'd appreciate it

if you didn't mention it to anybody

before I have the chance to explain.

Call me.

Detective Elliot Stabler,

meet Detective Diego Morales from GVSD.

You wanna translate that for me?

Gun Violence Suppression Division,

established 2016.

Learn something new every day.

Hey, welcome aboard.

Morales, we just got
the traffic cam footage

leading in and out of
the Jersey crime scene.

We're looking for two black SUVs.

Sprinters, Suburbans, factory, custom?

Any license plate details?

Well, I had one eye witness
with a gunshot in him,

traumatized, and he passed out,

so we're all doing the best we can here.

And these vaccines,
they need to be stored

in very cold conditions.

If you have any ideas
on that, I'm all ears.

I'm gonna check on
Wheatley and the old man,

see if they have any warehouses
within a two-hour radius

of the heist that are equipped
to handle cold storage.

Why would he care if the
vaccines rotted or not?

I mean, black market drugs...

it's not like there's quality control.

Because image and reputation

is what Wheatley cares about most.

Being clean and smarter
and having more bravado

than anybody else.

Morales, contact your CIs
and your friends over at GVSD.

Any vaccines come in in bulk,

have them contact us first.

Slootmaeker, I need your focus on this.

Paper?

This paper is two years of my work

detailing Wheatley's
business in finance.

So follow the money.

All right, come on, y'all.

It's time for y'all to
start learning our guy.

Let's go.

Richard Wheatley was one of
the original online gangsters.

When he was still a
freshman at Columbia,

he developed an illegal open
source encryption software

called Mastaba.

Egyptian for tomb, ergo crypt.

Mastaba's a work of beauty.

Yeah, if you're looking
to turn the dark web

into your personal playpen.

What's with the "Purple Magic"?

- It's a street drug.
- Fully laced opioid.

Ten times as strong, 50
times as deadly as fentanyl.

Very ugly stuff.

What's Wheatley's connection to it?

"Purple Magic" is made
from a prescription drug

called Naradol.

Wheatley pushes a ton of it.

The street version is crazy expensive

and manufactured with
the kind of precision

that we don't normally
see in illegal drugs.

It has a mystique

which screams Wheatley.

We're dealing with a dangerous man.

Yeah, smart and dangerous.

I've never met the smart,
dangerous, very bad man.

I'd kind of like an introduction.

We don't need a warrant.

We're just here to talk to Mr. Wheatley.

I have to call up to the office.

Dick!

Dick Wheatley!

It's actually Richard.

- Do I know you?
- I don't know, do you?

Sergeant Ayanna Bell.
Can we talk for a minute?

My father passed away last night.

Now's not a good time.

My daughter and I need to
get to the funeral home.

- My condolences.
- Thank you.

Do you or any of your
venders do business

with a company called Certazul?

Dana?

Sure, we service some of their products.

Certazul is an international
pharmaceutical manufacturer.

Wait, is this about that truck heist

- last night in Jersey?
- Oh, you know about that?

Only what I heard on
the news this morning.

Dana, did anyone mention
your department meetings?

No, not that I recall.

I'm afraid in the world
of vaccines distribution,

Contrapos is near the end of the queue.

It's not our primary business.

What is your primary business?

As you undoubtedly
already know, detective,

Contrapos is a direct delivery service,

licensed and accredited by the
American Board of Pharmacists

in all 50 states.

Our mission is to provide

affordable prescription medication

with compassion and transparency.

Compassion, you sure you
want to use that word?

- Izak.
- Where you going?

For more than a decade now,

Contrapos has been a major donor

to the police foundation.

We'd like to help
recover those vaccines.

In fact, I'm gonna offer a reward.

- It'll be posted within the hour.
- Oh, good.

9:00 p.m. Coney Island, Wonder Wheel.

Where were you last night 9:00 p.m.?

I was at home, meeting with my ex-wife

about our son Richie's birthday.

He's turning 30 this year,
and for obvious reasons,

we can't throw him a party.

Any idea why your father would be going

out to Coney Island last night?

- None whatsoever.
- Really?

'Cause I got a strange feeling
you were there yourself.

Extraordinary accusations call

for extraordinary evidence, detective.

- Yes, they do.
- Prove it.

I will.

My job is to catch scumbags.

There's no doubt in my mind
you jacked those vaccines,

vaccines that were meant
for Harlem Hospital,

for people who need 'em.

The elderly, frontline workers,

folks who can't afford
to have a private doctor

show up at their house
with a vaccine shot

and a glass of Chardonnay.

I know what you are.

Do you?

I have to bury my father.

Is there anything else, Detective...

what was your name again?

You know my name.

- That went well.
- Hmm.

Anything?

I reviewed the footage in and
out of Weymouth and Richmond.

- I'm about to hit up Egg Harbor.
- Okay.

Slootmaekers, you got anything?

Wheatley's deep into hedge funds.

He owns a Palm Beach office building,

condominiums in the
Philippines and Dubai,

a couple cryptocurrency investments,

a stake in an organic cosmetics company.

There's a pattern.

There's a pattern, where?

To Wheatley's money. I followed it.

He's been investing since he was 18,

always buys big on tech
things: cryptocurrency,

blockchain, onion routing...

Slow down, and in English,
what is onion routing?

Layers of encryption used
to communicate anonymously.

- Then he bought Nitro Nibbles.
- What's that?

Is that that bizarre ice cream stuff

that comes out of carts in Central Park?

You can't call it that.
The dairy industry will sue.

It's like you can't
call oat milk "milk".

I got it. She's right.

It's dessert, but why?

I mean, all this, this makes sense,

but why would Wheatley
buy a dessert company...

what'd you call it, Nitro Nibbles?

He's got a teenage kid, doesn't he?

That's what rich guys do.

You got a good report card,
your daddy took you out

for your favorite treat.

Wheatley buys his kid the whole company.

Yo, Ayanna.

Y'all, welcome Detective
Freddie Washburn.

He used to be my partner in narco.

Well, my senior partner.

Yeah, and now I work for her.

Morales, pull up the
Mercerville footage.

Start at 0200 hours, and go backwards.

Slootmaekers, give me everything you got

on Nitro Nibbles.

Uh-oh, think my man here is
jonesing for an ice cream.

You can't call it that. It's dessert.

All right, what are we looking for?

Go faster.

In order to maintain
their unique texture,

Nitro Nibbles uses a process
known as pelletizing.

- Go down.
- To move the product, they developed

a unique "cold chain" technology

that stores the pellets at
negative 85 degrees Fahrenheit

- and a patented infrastructure...
- Stop, right there.

No way, is that a Nitro Nibbles truck?

Damn right.

Freezer trucks.

No, don't worry about it, babe.

Tomorrow night. It'll be you and me,

some Mingus, a bottle of Pappy 23...

Okay.

Who's babe?

Oh, my God, damn it!

Damn it, Richard, don't do that to me.

Do what?

You show up at my house
whenever you damn well please.

What's good for the goose
should be good for the gander.

Whoever he is, he's definitely not worth

a $2,000 bottle of bourbon.

Shut up, and make yourself
a less expensive drink,

and let's talk about Richie's birthday.

We did last night.

Come again?

When your boyfriend Stabler swings by,

chitchatting about this and that,

as he's bound to,

you're gonna tell him that
you and I were together

at my house at 9:00 last night

talking about Richie's birthday.

Uh-uh, Richard, leave me out
of whatever mess you're in.

I wish I could, my love,

but unfortunately, some
ex-wives are harder to leave

than others.

You are such an unmitigated
piece of excrement.

I love when you talk dirty to me.

About that birthday party,

I'm thinking we throw a
small, intimate dinner party

for Rich, keep him out of the clubs.

I guarantee you that's how
Wheatley's moving the drugs.

It just happened to be going
through downtown Mercerville

less than 30 minutes after the heist.

In a Nitro Nibbles truck.

Certazul vaccines need to be stored

at negative 80 degrees or below

in order to maintain their efficacy.

Nitro Nibbles manufactures
a pelletized dessert treat

that's distributed in freezer trucks

that run at negative 122 degrees.

Why else would Wheatley
buy an ice cream company?

I can't go get you a warrant
to raid the factory

unless you show me something
that explicitly connects

the stolen vaccines to the company.

Okay.

Slootmaeker, you need a warrant

to hack into a company's
security cameras.

I didn't.

I wrote a program that finds
all the social media accounts

of Nitro Nibbles employees.

They do a thing where they
post pictures of themselves

eating pellets that fell
onto the conveyor belts.

_

Freezer room, this is it.

- Are you ready?
- Set.

Someone tipped him off.

You think?

- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, sweet.

- Have a good day!
- I will.

Noah! Hey.

- Lunch.
- Oh, thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Bye, love you!

I love you. Bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I already drank mine,
so this one's for you.

Thank you.

Thank you, and thank you for meeting me.

Well, seems like this is the only way

we're ever gonna get to talk.

Yeah.

Drive Noah to school every day?

You know, whenever I can.

Every chance I get.

You're a good mom.

- So...
- So...

You gonna tell me what
happened the other night?

Happened where?

The other night when you walked past me

in the lobby of your building,

and you practically
jumped out of your skin.

I thought you were gonna
unload your weapon on me.

You startled me, that's all.

You never startled before.

Look, Elliot, I don't want to push you,

and I'll back off if you want me to.

I do.

Back off.

You have PTSD.

I've been on the job 35 years.

And your wife was murdered
right in front of your eyes.

Yeah, I think I remember that.

Elliot, I'm a captain now,

and my job is to take care of my people

and to make sure that they're good,

and they're solid,

and they're together
enough to do the work.

Okay.

- Okay, what?
- Okay, I'll take care of it.

Have you told Sergeant Bell?

About the PTSD?

About where you were the night

that Manfredi Sinatra was murdered.

I don't know where you were.

I only know that you were jumpy,

you looked exhausted,

you have circles under your eyes,

and I am worried about you, Elliot.

Thanks for that.

I didn't mean to be patronizing.

No, I know.

Uh...

It felt good to hear that.

Liv, you mean the world to me.

I just think I needed
to hear you say that.

Back off.

I'm making a fake profile
for you on Lovematch.

- What do you want your name to be?
- I don't want a name.

I want to know how this is gonna help us

find the vaccines.

Jack Carson, you're a
real estate developer

building one of the High
Line condominium towers.

Doctors are offering the
vaccine to their rich patients

at a jacked-up price.

We know they didn't get it legit,

so we scrub your Lovematch
hits for rich ladies under 50,

not hospital workers or in
any other eligible category,

bragging they just got an appointment.

Hey, you actually expect
me to go on a date

with one of these line jumpers?

Yeah, and get the name
of her Park Avenue doctor

who, out of the blue, came
into a supply of COVID vaccines.

You're taking one for the team, dude.

Morales just got a bite
from his CI at Otisville.

Seems a bunch of white collar criminals

just got their jabs this afternoon.

Well, unfortunately,
we don't have a lead yet

on who serviced these Madoffs.

Newsflash, the Guardo
family's having a meet

this afternoon to choose a
new successor for Sinatra.

Seven Knights Social Club in Brooklyn.

We should get some
eyes and ears in there.

Good work, Freddie.

Hey, let me know if you have a hard time

getting any hits on Lovematch,
because this mug,

ladies find it irresistible.

Hello, hello.

Let me know if I can get
you anything else, okay?

- Mm?
- I'm good.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Hey, what about me?

Annabella already took
your order, you jerk.

It's your time, Joey.

Go for it.

Let's get down to business.

Don Sinatra recently talked to me

about the line of succession.

When our Don wanted to
discuss serious matters,

he always talked first to his capos.

Ah, one of my old man's favorite games.

Telling everybody something different,

then watching them bash heads over it.

You kind of have to love him for it,

a true Darwinist.

- Sorry for your loss.
- Thank you, thank you.

Thanks, guys.

Firstly, thank you for your condolences.

I'm devastated.

It's been a minute since
the last time we saw you,

Richie.

Richard.

My son is Richie.

Richard.

I know your father would've liked you

to be a little more involved
back when he was still with us.

My father understood that
I had other interests.

So when did that change?

- It hasn't changed.
- Bull.

You didn't come all the way down here

just to reassure us
you're not making a play.

A play?

To fill your father's shoes, Richie...

Richard.

You know me, Petey.

I love my work.

It's creative and
intellectually stimulating.

In the unlikely event

that I was looking to
make a career change,

this would not be my first choice.

No offense, goombahs.

- Easy, Joey.
- I'm here...

I'm here to make a business proposition.

It was actually my father's suggestion.

Your father's suggestion?

Well, not strictly speaking.

The last time I saw him,

we discussed how he and, by association,

this organization wasn't
adapting quickly enough

to the enormous changes
taking place in the world.

I thought it'd be a
fitting tribute to him

if I were to extend an offer

to help modernize this organization.

Minute of your time?

Go ahead, talk.

Washburn.

I'm listening.

You trust him?

Unless you have evidence,

don't even say what you're thinking.

Okay, so let me just say this.

Always right, always loud.

That's a dangerous cop to have around.

Are you questioning my judgment?

No, Sergeant, just letting you know

something doesn't smell right.

So how long you been working here?

Long enough.

Long enough, long hours.

I'm sure you get hungry.

How 'bout dinner?

You don't even know my name.

Well, what's your name?

We're out of here, Richie.

Hey, remember me, all right?

I'll be back.

Matter of fact, you'll
be seeing a lot of me

around here, best believe.

Gina.

My name is Gina.

Okay, Gina.

So what are your thoughts?

That cocktail waitress? Fire.

What are your thoughts
about what just took place?

You're supposed to be
listening and learning,

not picking up the help.

Do you have any idea how
uncool you sound right now?

You want to be the Jeff
Bezos of organized crime.

Go on, I'm listening.

That's the business proposal.

Look, Pop Pop's guys
take all the risk, right?

They work their balls off,

steal and deal whatever
they can get their hands on.

Guns, drugs, gold bars, whatever.

Then it gets distributed
through your encrypted network

that nobody is brilliant
enough to hack into,

and you just be sitting back,

eating off of everybody's plate,

just like Bezos.

You may turn out to be
your father's son after all.

Tried to tell you.

ADA gave us a warrant to place a bug.

Office, not home.

We're gonna need a lot
more than what we've got

to get anything in
his private residence.

Copy that, Sergeant.

We get one device, one device only.

She wants proof positive
results in three days,

or she's gonna shut
us down. Get it done.

Copy that.

Helene?

- Jack.
- Hi.

Hi.

It's nice to meet you...

- I don't think we can, right?
- Sorry.

We don't do that anymore.

Your picture didn't do you justice.

- Thank you.
- Oh, I'm just honest.

Well, shall we?

Yeah... hey...

I hope you don't take
this the wrong way.

Wow, really?

- Just like that?
- No...

- So what's your deal?
- There's no deal.

- What, I'm too short?
- No.

- Not busty enough.
- No, Helene...

I know it's not my personality

because you didn't
even give it a chance.

No, it's... it's...

Look, my name's not Jack.

I don't even do real estate. I'm a cop.

And I'm just trying to find out

who's offering stolen
vaccines to their patients

at 50 times the market value.

I saw in your DM that you're
getting a vaccination tomorrow.

- You suck.
- I'm not gonna argue that point.

I simply want the name of your doctor.

Well, it's none of your business.

No... well...

that's where you're wrong, and...

Look, you as a taxpayer,
that's what you pay me to do.

It's stolen vaccines.

They were meant to go to other people.

Vulnerable people, the
elderly, your parents, kids...

I'm just doing my job.
Do you get my point?

Dr. Lawrence Valentine.

If you give them my name, they'll know

you're good for it, and
they'll fit you in right away.

Helene, you're doing a public service.

Thank you.

My phone number's on the back.

I don't really care whether
you're married or single.

You're very attractive, Helene, but...

But still not your type.

I get it.

No, I recently lost my wife.
I'm just not ready.

Oh.

Shh, shh.

- Enjoy.
- Right away.

- Ready, ma'am?
- Mm.

- Here you go.
- Mm.

Press that.

Look at that dress.

All right?

So what are you into these days, Rich?

And don't say plastics.

Plastics?

Sir, are you ready for your injection?

Plastics. It was a joke, never mind.

Do you have a plan? A business idea?

As a matter of fact,

I had a business meeting this afternoon.

Yeah, me and Dad, down at
the Seven Knights Social Cl...

Handle your brother.

Excuse me.

Excuse us.

Hey, what are you doing?

- Dude, are you serious?
- What are you talking about?

Seven Knights, Richie.

You know that Dad
doesn't exactly broadcast

the fact that Manfredi
Sinatra was his father.

That's not smart.

- I don't care.
- Oh, you don't care...

I'm proud to be his grandson.

Well, that would be really
bad for Dad's business,

and therefore really bad for all of us,

if that were a widely known fact.

Jesus, Dana.

Have a little respect, huh?

He literally just died.

Okay.

Let's get something straight.

Pop Pop was a murderer, a racist,

a misogynist, and a thug,

and the whole world became
an infinitely better place

the second that he took his last breath,

and more important than that,
he didn't even love you or me,

and do you know why?

- I know what you're gonna say.
- Do you know why?

And it's not true.

Because we're Black.

And despite that Godfather
"family comes first" crap

that those mob guys hold so dear,

race came before family with him.

Don't forget that.

Sergeant Bell, we're in.

No!

No.

Kathy.

Kathy.

Hey.

Dad?

No.

Hey.

Dad, wake up.

Hey!

What's that? What is it?

What's up?

You were just... you were shouting,

having a nightmare about Mom.

Did I freak you out?

I'm okay.

Yeah.

Hey.

We're gonna be all right.

Have you tried the cocoa swirl kind?

It is everything.

You are never gonna guess who showed up

at the Seven Knight
Social Club last night.

Do tell.

Dr. Valentine will come in
to talk to you in a minute,

Mr. Carson.

Then I'll be back to give you your shot.

_

I've seen a lot of women your age

with the same symptoms.

The technical term we use is menopause,

but if it makes you feel any better,

I can write you a prescription for...

Dr. Lawrence Valentine?

- What is this?
- NYPD.

Excuse us, ma'am.

Dr. Lawrence Valentine,
you are under arrest

for the possession of stolen goods

and the illegal acquisition
and administration

of the COVID-19 vaccine.

Excuse me, we've been waiting
all morning for our shots.

Bet they cost you a lot of money, too.

Where are you taking our doctor?

Sergeant Bell, didn't the
governor make it illegal

- to jump the line?
- You know what, Detective Stabler?

I believe he did.

- Which would make them all in violation.
- Yep.

All right, folks,
you're all under arrest.

Line up on the wall.

Come on.

Line up.

Jerk chicken looks festive.

Uh-uh, you're gonna want
the Carolina fried chicken

and waffles, trust me.

Waffles? It's dinnertime.

- You really eat that?
- You're damn straight.

And mac 'n' cheese,

and ribs, and a side of greens.

- You want me to order for you?
- Sure.

Detective, I think we had
a very productive work day.

And I think I'm about to say something

that might cost me my job.

Then don't say it.

Well, there's no respect
without honesty, so...

The night he was murdered,

Manfredi Sinatra reached out to me,

claiming to know who killed my wife.

He told me to meet him

on Coney Island at the Wonder Wheel.

- Stabler...
- I'm the one who found his body.

- Don't.
- I called it in anonymously.

Stop. Stop talking.

I know you are not about to tell me

that you took his cell phone,

because if you told me that,
I would have to arrest you.

Copy that.

But if you did take it,

I know you gave it to Slootmaeker,

told her to get every
bit of evidence off of it,

so we can nail the son of a bitch

who did this to your family.

- You guys good?
- I'm great.

We're good.

Ready to order?

Yeah.

We'll have the fried okra
and the fried alligator.

- I'll have the waffles.
- Mm, smart man.

Thanks, Carl.

I'll see you on Sunday.

Eli!

Get inside, get inside!

Who are you?