All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Organized.Crime.S03E08_x

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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.

- My husband's
a dangerous man.

- We can give you protection
if you need it.

- I can take care
of myself right now.

Financing, mob connections.

It explains everything.

- Agent Leonetti
and I worked a number

of high profile
racketeering cases.

- It's good to see you again.

- It's nice to see you, Tia.

- I could sure use a drink.

- Where you at?
- I'm outside your door.

Are you going to let me in?

[dramatic music]

- You opened up
an investigation

when I told you to wait.

I will not be undermined.
Is that clear?

- Very clear.

- It's time for everyone
to move on.

End on a high note.

- Wait, end?

- Stabler's not a good
alliance for you anymore.

It's time for you
to go to the next level.

- Mm. We've been on the Moon.

- Hmm?

- Mankind has
walked on the Moon,

and this is still the
cutting edge of coffee-making?

I don't get it.

- Some say the Moon landing was
a hoax to spook the Russians.

- Yeah, well,
some people are morons.

- What's up, colleagues?

- Moon landing, real or not?

- Who says there's even a Moon?

[tense music]

* *

- Sergeant Bell.

- Oh, no, leave it open.

Around here, a closed door
sends a message.

You're closing
the OC Task Force.

Why wasn't I consulted
about this?

- Because it wasn't
your decision.

Ayanna, congratulations.

The commissioner approved your
promotion to deputy inspector.

You have a new desk
waiting for you at 1PP.

You do know
what a big deal this is?

- What about my detectives?

- They'll be reassigned.

- I get a say in that.

- Of course.

- Hey, what about
all of our open cases?

I mean, who's gonna
handle those?

- We'll hand them off.

If you want to be part of
the process, fine by me.

Just don't open any new ones.

- [sighs]
So this is a done deal?

- Not for at least a week.

[indistinct conversation]

- Hey.

What's going on in there?

- The end of days.

- Good morning.

- Do you have any aspirin?

- I've got...

Advil and...

Coconut water.
It's my mom's.

That'll do the trick.

You want some toast?

- Mm-mm.

Was the couch okay?

- The couch?

- The couch.
- Yeah.

I sleep there all the time.

That's fine, that's fine.

Coffee?
- Espresso.

- There you go.

I've never had this much
Grappa in my life.

- I'm Italian, and I'll never
drink Grappa again ever.

- Well--
- That's how much I had.

- We're celebrating.

- Yeah, we had a
good time, I think?

- You don't remember?
- No, I do.

I remember some things.

The important parts,
I guess, yeah.

- Good. Mm.

- Except her name.

- Whose name?

- You said there was a woman
you were in love with.

[pensive music]

* *

- I did?

- Love shouldn't
be complicated.

Love affairs, yes.

They can get messy.

But love, that's different.

I'm happy for you.

I booked a flight, by the way.

No reason for me to stay.

Is there?

[cell phone ringing]

* *

- Detective Stabler.

Teddy Silas.

- Carl, how about a wave
for the camera?

- When's the casino
gonna open?

- [laughs]
One too many, Pearl?

- Some creep posted it

right after I got a call
from the hospital.

You know nobody stopped
to help her

till the EMTs arrived?

- What do the doctors say?

- The doctors, I don't know,

these idiots
won't tell you anything.

They just run tests,
run tests, run tests.

- So what can you tell me
about the club?

- Some celebrity safe space
we belong to,

but, uh, I never trusted it.

- She's not gonna be
responsive right now,

but you can see her.

- Doctor.

Detective Stabler.

What can you tell me about
what's going on in there?

- I can't say for certain
what entered her system,

but based on the labs
we have run,

pretty confident
something is in there.

The rest I'm not
at liberty to say.

- I understand.
- Excuse me.

- Mm-hmm.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- This was a message.

- What do you mean, a message?

- Everyone in my family
is a target.

Constantly getting
death threats.

People hate success
in this city.

- Who do you think
is responsible?

- I don't know.
That's why I called you.

Sorry.

I just, uh--

I just don't know who to trust.

- You call your father?

- Pearl trusted you,

even after everything
that happened.

And I want what's best for her.

So please,
find out who did this, okay?

* *

[tense music]

* *

- So Teddy's convinced Pearl
was targeted

to send a message
to the family.

- She gave us a thumb drive
that has the potential

to bury that family,
and 48 hours later,

there's an attempt made
on her life.

- Okay.

So what are you thinking?

- Before I start
thinking anything,

I'd like to retrace her steps,
starting with the club.

- Robert Silas called me as
soon as you left the hospital.

- Why's he calling you?

- Well, he heard
from Teddy that

you were gonna be
investigating,

and he's worried
you might be biased.

- What he's worried about is,

he's the head of a
very dirty family,

and Pearl's not one of them.

- Well, we can't take on
any new cases right now.

So I need you
to hand this off.

- What exactly did you
and Robert talk about?

- This has nothing
to do with Robert.

But I do need to talk
to you about something,

so maybe we can
get a drink later.

- What's up?

[suspenseful music]

Let me know.

- Elliot.

- Yeah?

- Hand it off.

- Copy.

* *

Whelan, grab a coat.

Let's roll.

- What's up?

- If anyone asks,
this was the handoff.

* *

- Jet.

You find anything on that
thumb drive Pearl gave us?

- Most of the financials
are heavily encrypted.

Gonna take
a little bit of time.

Are we under some kind
of deadline to get things done?

Are you?

- Do I need to be
under a deadline

for you to do
what I tell you to do?

- No, I just--

I thought I was sensing
something in the air.

That's all.

* *

- Detectives, I'm Gil.
I'm one of the managers here.

Would you mind if we move this
conversation off the floor?

- Last night, one of your
members, Pearl Serrano,

she collapsed outside
after dining here.

- Yes, we called
the paramedics.

How is she doing?

- Was she alone?

- I'm afraid house rules
prohibit me

from giving out information

about who our members
dine with.

- Okay, Gil, Mrs. Serrano
is in a coma

at Saint Benjamin's, so...

if the cause of that
started here,

we will find out
who she was here with,

with or without your help.

- Subpoena the entire
clientele list?

- And employees.
- Mm-hmm.

- Spouses too.

- She came in for a drink.

Just herself.

She does that sometimes.

Wasn't here long at all.

- Security footage.

[keyboard clacking]

[computer buzzes]

[computer buzzes]

- What's going on?
What's wrong?

- There's nothing here.

Last night's completely erased.

- That doesn't look
suspicious at all.

- Someone had to
do it manually.

- Where?
- Here.

- Who was the last person
in here?

- The bartenders come in
to count the cash.

Jace Porter worked last night.

He's one of our new bartenders.

And he never showed up today.

- You want me to do what?

- The G-6, send it to Berlin

to get Dr. Schneider.
- Why?

- 'Cause he's the best
hematologist on the planet.

He can tell us
what's wrong with Pearl.

- Can you put the
damn phone down, please?

- Look at this--
conspiracy theories.

It's a Russian plot.
We're next.

- Is that Twitter?

- Pearl's lying
in a hospital bed,

nobody can tell
us what's wrong,

and the trolls are out here
making it worse.

- Forget that.

You need to divest her
of her casino holdings.

- What are you talking about?

- Let me ask you something.

Have you thought for one second
who stands to gain

if, God forbid,
the worst happens here?

Her family can claim ownership
of her assets.

And they will, believe me.

- How could you think something
like that right now?

- When are you gonna
start thinking like that?

You need
to understand something.

When it comes to business,
some of the last people

you can trust are family.

So we need
to protect ourselves.

Divest her of her holdings
until we know what's happened,

or I will divest you of yours.

* *

- Jet found a ton on this guy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Did a year
at Rikers for assault,

and then arrested
three times for drugging

women's drinks at Bowery bars.

- I guess the nightclub didn't
bother to do

a background check
before they hired him.

- Guess they were
going for a type.

[rap music playing
indistinctly]

- That's our type.

Jace Porter?

- Who are you guys?

- Detective Stabler.
Detective Whelan.

How you doing today?

- What do you want?

- Just want to talk.
How you doing today?

- Look at this.

Deca-Durabolin,
Winstrol, clenbuterol?

Jesus, you really hate
your liver, don't you?

- Those are legal.
- Okay, Mr. Legal,

you're supposed to be
at work today, correct?

- They sent the cops because
I didn't show up for work?

- You know anything
about some erased

security footage from the club?

- No.
- You work last night?

Do you know Pearl Serrano?

- Flunitrazepam.
It's a fancy name for Rohypnol.

- Is that legal?

Date rape drug?

Jace?

You know Pearl Serrano?

- [grunts]

[grunts, groans]

- You just assaulted
a police officer.

- Can he fit in the back seat?

- We're could always strap him
to the top of the car.

One, two, three.
[grunts]

- What happened
to handing it off?

- I did hand it off.
To Jamie.

- Oh, that's what
you thought I meant?

- Beefcake in there
was running a roofie ring,

and we shut it down.
I mean, he confessed.

He was spiking the drinks
of what he called

famous people, celebrities,
sports figures,

and when they start
acting goofy,

would text his girlfriend,

she'd come down
and record them,

and then they sold
the footage to the tabloids.

- Did he confess
to drugging Pearl?

- Well, he lawyered up.

- Okay, so we don't know
what he did?

- A lot of things around here
we don't know.

But look, we've been
working the Silas family

ever since Henry Cole.

- No, you broke your word.

[tense music]

Yes?

- Labs came back on Pearl.

No Rohypnol
in her blood at all.

Not even alcohol.
- Mm.

- She wasn't drinking?

- Lab said whatever
was in her system

didn't come from something
she drank.

- Well, then,
what is the bartender doing

erasing the security tape?

- His girlfriend's
social accounts show

two other club members
acting out that night.

Jace had targets.

They just weren't Pearl.

* *

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- Okay.

Thanks, doc.

- So what you get?

- Pearl's doc confirmed
that there was

an unidentifiable substance
in her blood

not tied to any known
medical condition.

- So if she was the target

and it didn't happen
in the club,

how did it get in her system?

- Hey, Jet, can you pull up
the post of Pearl

leaving the club?

- Pearl, how about
a wave for the camera?

- When's the casino
gonna open?

- It's like it hit her
out of nowhere.

[suspenseful music]

- And do you have a post
of her entering?

[keyboard clacking]

- God, people do love to post
about the rich and famous,

don't they?

- She enters, she's fine.

She leaves, she's not.

Freeze it.

* *

What's the difference
in these images?

- Guys, I'm lost.
What are we looking for?

- The scarf.

There's something
about the scarf.

- Something about the scarf.

Jet, I want you to go down
to the hospital.

See if the scarf
is with her belongings.

I'm gonna get a test.

- Got it.

- Where are you
going with this?

- Oh, it's a hunch in search
of a second opinion,

but if I'm right, we need
to get into Teddy's apartment.

* *

- So you think Teddy had
something to do with this?

- Or he's a target.

So to be safe, let's protect
him for the time being.

- Mr. Silas,
Detective Whelan and Reyes.

- Right. Yeah, you have news?

Come in.
- Thank you.

Uh, with your permission,
we'd like to have

our forensic people
take a look in your apartment.

- What for?

- It's possible the substance
used against your wife

could have originated here,
and if so,

you could be in danger.
- Wait.

I go to Stabler for help,
he's making me a suspect?

- No.
No one said you're a suspect.

- You're searching
my apartment.

Seems like it.

- It's for your safety.

- Right.

You tell Stabler I trusted him,

but if he's gonna send his
lackeys by

to kick me out of my own house,
I don't feel safe anymore.

Goodbye.

Goodbye!

* *

- I was in the shower
when you texted.

- What time's your flight?

What the hell happened
to your room?

Looks like Fashion Week
blew up.

- I swear I didn't have this
much when I first packed.

- Did you get my text?
Make sense?

- Uh, "Do you remember
the ascot murders?"

The Caligari family, yes.

- Yes.
- What about them?

- Remember how those
murders went down?

- They had poison laced
into their clothing.

One was an ascot.

It took months to figure out.

It was you who came up
with the theory.

- There's a young woman
named Pearl Serrano.

She's a part of a very powerful
family here in New York.

They've got mob ties.

She was at a club.

Put on a scarf, collapses,
and she's now in a coma.

- Huh.

What kind of business?

- Builders.

Right now,
they're building a casino,

and Pearl's been
pointing fingers

at some very
high level associates.

- So they found out and they
tried to take her down?

- It's a theory.

- I know you long enough
to know better than to doubt

when you have a theory.

- The toxicology report
came back, it was inconclusive,

so the lab is now
analyzing the clothes.

- Elliot,

are you asking me to stay?

- Hey, Jet, you got
it tested already?

- I could tell you all
the favors I called in,

but it won't make
you appreciate me

any more than you already do.

Atropa belladonna, gets its
name from the Italian words--

both:
Beautiful lady.

- I was gonna do that.

The plant is high
in toxic chemicals

solanine, hyoscine,
and atropine.

- It's also called
deadly nightshade.

I-I just Googled it.

- So that's what was
on the scarf?

- Yes--and it's not the first
time poison-laced clothing

has been used in an
attempted plot to kill.

Sasha Krupin,
big Kremlin critic,

had Russian FSB officers
put some in his underwear

back in 2020 to take him out,
and look at this.

Former Mafia enforcers
all convicted and serving

life sentences mysteriously
died from the same poison

back in Sicily four years ago.

- You don't say.

- If you dig a little deeper
into that article,

her name's in it.

- Detective Stabler
declined to comment,

but it was his theory
that solved the case.

- It was a scarf.
- It was.

- So we think the mob
went after Pearl.

Why?

You find anything on the thumb
drive that can confirm motive?

- I'm working on it.

- Oh, someone didn't
finish the job.

We need to move fast.

- This is Detective Stabler
regarding Pearl Serrano...

- Stellar work, by the way.

[suspenseful music]

- You know, I forgot to mention
I have a Dutch passport,

so working overseas
isn't a problem for me.

- That's great.
Thank you.

- Offer still stands.

- I called the hospital.
Pearl's awake.

Follow up with Toxicology.
I'll talk to her.

* *

Hey, doc. Pearl Serrano.

Did she get moved
to another room?

- Oh, you just missed her.

- What do you mean
I just missed her?

- A private ambulance
company showed up,

said they were with her family,
and they transported her out.

- Where did they take her?

- Sorry, I don't know.

Once she leaves the hospital,
we have no idea where they go.

Good luck.

- T, you're not gonna
believe this.

Get ready to move.

.

- I made a call to the
NYPD liaison at the hospital

who heads up hospital security.

He did us a solid,

checked out the
ambulance visit database.

- Good. What you got?

- Ambulance that left
with Pearl,

headed to 32nd Ave
and Linden Place.

- Jet, you're amazing.

- I know.

- And humble.

- You sure Jet got us
the right address?

- She's never wrong.

[doorbell buzzes]

- Hi.
- Hi, Eva.

How you doing?

- I'm good.
Can I help you?

- We're looking for Pearl.

- She's actually not here.

- We have reason to believe
her life is still in danger.

- Look, you're her sister.

You want to help her?
Let us in.

- Okay, just wait here.

- I told you not
to let anybody in.

- I'm sorry, but they're cops,
and they wouldn't

take no for an answer.

- [sighs] How'd you find me?

- How are you feeling?

- Well, I woke up
in the hospital

not knowing
what happened to me,

and the doctors told me
I was poisoned.

So how do you think I feel?

I asked Eva to pick me up.

I don't trust anybody else.

- Who do you think
did this to you?

You think Teddy might have
had something to do with it?

[tense music]

- I don't want to believe
he did.

[sighs] But I don't know.

- Well, if he
wants to find you,

don't you think your sister's
is the first place he'll look?

- Well, it's her friend's
place, and she's out of town,

so he won't know that I'm here.

- Well, the scarf you wore
the night you collapsed

was laced with poison.

- Do you recall anyone
touching it at the club?

Ever leave your sight?

- Um, no, it was delivered
by a dry cleaners,

and I put it in my purse,

and the purse
never left my side.

- Who's your dry cleaners?

- Well, thanks for your time.
I appreciate it.

Doorman from her building
said it wasn't

the normal delivery person.

- Do we know who it was?

- Well, doorman
had him sign in.

Put down the dry cleaning
company as "Belucci."

In relation to Luca Belucci,
you think?

Castellammare soldier
out of Sicily?

- I have a contact here
in New York.

We can find out.

- Let's find out.

* *

- Ciao bella, come stai?

- Bene, bene.
- Good.

Andiamo.Come here.

Please, sit.

Federico, antipasto
and Grappa for my friends--

both:
No Grappa.

- Detective Stabler and I
are here on business.

- Something serious?

What do you need from me?

- We're working a case
involving someone

we are all familiar with.

- Luca Belucci.

He's a bad seed.

- He in town?

- When Luca's in town,
everyone knows it.

- So is he in town?

- Yes, he's here.

- And do you know where
we could find him?

- His cousin Francesca
has a dry cleaning

and tailor shop
on Broome Street.

When Luca's here,
he stays with her.

Upstairs apartment.

But Tia--

- We didn't hear it from you.

Grazie mille.

- Ciao.

- You know the dry cleaners
on Broome?

- I want to get
a warrant first.

- Pearl ID'd him.
We have probable cause.

- Which means we have enough
for a warrant.

Don't worry about it.
It's not like Sicily.

I got a friend.
I'll make a call.

We'll have it before
we're across town.

- You got a friend?

It's exactly like Sicily.

* *

- We'll take the front.
You guys secure the back.

- Copy that.

- Know how to use this?

The numbers are in English,
but the--

- Funny.

* *

- Hey, Luca. NYPD.

Back out the way.

* *

- Get out of the way!

- Police! Don't move!
Don't move!

* *

.

- You're telling us
you decided to travel

all the way from Sicily
to New York for a suit.

- No one fits a silhouette
like my cousin Francesca.

- Right, because it's
so difficult to find

a decent tailor in Italy.

- Clearly neither one
of you would understand

when it comes to fashion.

- Well, what I
consider fashionable

is seeing you
in an orange jumpsuit.

I can get you fitted
for one if you'd like.

- This guy's name ever
come up on a thumb drive?

- Not yet.

- So earlier, you asked me
about a deadline.

It sounded like you were
fishing for something.

- I wasn't.

[tense music]

- Okay.

'Cause, you know, one thing
I don't want in this office

is for there to be
rumors spreading.

Am I clear?

- Yeah, absolutely.

- You know what I think?

You were sent here
to do a job,

and that job
was to kill Pearl Serrano.

- Ah, come on.

- Luca.
[speaks Italian]

You delivered a scarf
laced with poison

from your cousin's cleaners.

- So I delivered it.

I didn't know
there was anything on it.

- So why'd you run when we
came knocking on your door?

- Where I'm from,
you see men with guns,

you either shoot back,
or you run.

- Or because Pearl
is still alive,

you thought we were
the guys sent to whack you

because you botched the job.

- Mr. Belucci,
not another word.

- Excuse us.

This is Ms. Gleeson,
his lawyer.

- Unless you're charging my
client, we're out of here.

* *

- He can go.

- I'm sure we'll see you again.

Arrivederci.

- I want Reyes and Jamie
following him

everywhere he goes,
but discreetly.

- That lawyer, she was
at the groundbreaking ceremony

of the casino in September.

I think she represents
Teddy Silas.

- You sure?

- I'd like to see him
deny it to my face.

Let's take a ride.

- So I spoke to my girl at 1PP.

- About?

- Our unit.

If we're really
being shut down.

Rumors are true.

- No.

- My girl wouldn't lie.

- It makes no sense.
We're killing it here.

- I know.

- The Russo take-down,
Vaughn and his crew.

And not to mention
the Brotherhood

before we even got here.

- Mm-hmm.

Maybe we're just too good.

- What?

- Maybe somebody got
nervous at the top,

and they worried that
we might come after them too.

- What's up with you and your
conspiracy theories today?

- You know how many turn out to
be true when you really look?

- Or, get this, it sounds
even crazier, budget cuts.

It could be as simple as that.

- You're a detective.

You gotta keep
every possibility open

until proven otherwise.

- Are you serious?

You're accusing Teddy
of being involved

with what happened
to his wife now?

- No, I simply want him
to explain why he shares

the same lawyer as Luca.

- I share a lawyer
with a Democratic senator.

Doesn't make me blue.

- [speaking Italian]

- Italian proverb.

It means it's good to trust,
but it's better not to.

- Who are you?

- Interpol, Rome.

- What the hell's
going on here?

- What's going on here,
your family has Mafia ties,

and I'm here to tell them
how they fit together.

- What Mafia ties?

- We met your friend
Luca Belucci.

- Who?

- Business associate,
to be more precise.

But your lawyer will
tell you since you both pay her

to cover your asses.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Luca Belucci, I know that name.

What is he--he has
something to do with Pearl?

- You're not talking to them.
- Does he know where she is?

- You're not talking to them.
- If they know where she is--

- Go. I'll handle this.

* *

Detective, you are beyond
wearing out your welcome.

My place, my rules,
as you well know,

and I want you gone now.

Or I can call my lawyer,
who, as you can guess,

has a direct line at 1PP.

* *

- I was very impressed
with you back there.

- Why? I didn't get anything.

- You translated
my Italian perfectly.

- My Italian's not that bad.

Really?

- Mm-hmm.

You got everything
you need now.

It's time for me to go.

- I like having you here.

- You go back to your life,
I go back to my hotel room,

finish packing.

Catch the flight tonight.

Okay?

- As you wish.

[sentimental music]

* *

Want me to put in a call
to Fazio?

Put in a good word?
- No.

I'm gonna get a slap
on my wrist no matter what.

He knows who he's dealing with.
- So do I.

* *

Goodbye, Elliot.

Hey.

Whoever it is
you're in love with,

she's a lucky woman.

Ciao.

[phone ringing]

- Reyes, what's up?

[tense music]

* *

Double check everything?
- Triple.

Registered to the Office
of Luca and Teddy's attorney.

Jamie's got eyes on him.

- Parking garage.

* *

- Teddy, drop the bat.

Teddy.

Drop the bat.

- He tried to kill my wife.

[bat clangs]

.

- Where the hell's the bus?

- Guys are saying
they're stuck in traffic.

Three minutes.

- Is he dead?
- Not yet.

- I hope he dies.
- Do you?

Because right now,
it looks like you hired him

to kill your wife,
and then when he failed,

you tried to kill him
to shut him up.

Right now,
you're one breath away

from being charged
with first degree murder,

so if there's anything
else you want to tell me,

now's your shot.

- I know I'm not a good person.

I'm not a good husband.

But I love my wife.

She's my world.

And I did not hire
that man to kill her.

- So why beat his brains in?

- When you told me that
we shared the same lawyer,

I came here to confront him.

"Did you poison Pearl?"

He didn't deny anything, so...

I had to.

- Why?

- You don't believe me.

- It doesn't matter.

- Pearl is pregnant!

[somber music]

- Luca's trying
to say something.

- Luca, it's Detective Stabler.

Can you hear me?

Luca, can you hear me?

[Luca mumbling]

Yeah, what?

- Are you Catholic?

- Yes, I am Catholic.

[Luca whispering]

* *

I can do that.

In the name of the Father
and Son and the Holy Ghost.

May Christ who was
crucified for you...

Bring you freedom and peace.

May Christ who died
for you admit you

into his garden of paradise.

May Christ,
the true Shepherd...

Acknowledge you as one
of His flock.

May He forgive you your sins

and set you among those
He's chosen.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

[Luca whispering]

What?

* *

That the truth?

Sarge, Robert Silas is gone.

Yeah.

Well, that's where
I'm going now.

[suspenseful music]

* *

Teddy.

- You heard from Pearl?

- I did.

She's doing good.

She's good.

- The baby?

- Same.

Good, good.

- So is she gonna come see me?

- She didn't say. I don't know.

- You told her what
I did for her, right?

You told her that
I did this for her?

- I did, Teddy, yes.

But I'm here for another
reason, and I gotta...

Say something to you that's
gonna be very hard to hear.

Your father was the one who--

Your father was
the one who paid

to have your wife murdered.

- How do you know that?
- Luca told me.

We tried to arrest him,
he split.

Any idea where he might go?

- No, I don't.

I'd like to go back to my cell.

- Teddy.

- I would like
to go back to my cell.

Thank you.

* *

- He's a dangerous man.

Only you can put a stop to it.

- Robert Jr.

- What?

- Wanted us to name
his grandson after him.

And we were going to.

To honor him.

[knocking]
[door buzzes]

* *

- Elliot, can I?

You can close the door.

I wanted to discuss this
with you outside the office,

but you know,
time has become a thing.

- Always is, right?

What's up?

- I'm taking a promotion.

- Congratulations.

- Deputy inspector.

- That's great.

- Taking the job
is gonna change

some things around here now.

- Oh, I know.

- You know what?

- About the promotion.

About the task force
being broken up.

- You knew?

- You work in a place filled
with detectives, you know.

I've known for a while.

- Wait, wait,
so everybody knows?

- I don't know about that.
I haven't said anything.

You'd have to ask them.

- Well, why didn't you
ask me about it?

- Look, we're friends.

I figured when you were ready,
you'd come to me.

If not, you know,
none of my business.

- So you're okay with this?

- Oh, no.

No, not by a long shot.

[apprehensive music]

Just wish you'd told me sooner.

- Well, I was still
trying to decide.

- There you go.

* *

Maybe I could have
helped you decide.

- [scoffs]
Okay.

So that's what your
little attitude is about.

- [scoffs]
My little attitude?

I'm not the one keeping secrets

that's gonna screw
with people's lives.

And because you feel guilty
about your decision,

don't place the
little attitude thing on me.

- Okay, well,
maybe you were just pissed

because I didn't ask
for your permission.

- Okay, this task force
was started because

of what happened to my wife.

My heart and soul are in this
place, and you knew that.

So either you chose
to ignore it,

or you decided that
it didn't matter.

But, hey, you're the boss, so
it's your prerogative, right?

Thanks for the drink.

* *

- So you all knew?

* *

[tense music]

* *

[wolf howls]