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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.

- The K-O and the Marcy Killers
are going after the Italians.

- Nice to set eyes on you, Nova.

- Good to see you too, boss.

- Penda!

- Why is she here?

- She works for me.

- You are walking
a very tight rope.

- I had to prove my loyalty.

- You're gonna use
this to keep in touch.

You're in our circle.

- I wrote this. Just read it.

- Liv!

- Elliot.

What the hell happened?

- Drugs. Someone...
someone dosed me.

- Okay, we need to get you
to a hospital immediately.

- No, no.
- Yeah.

- I need... I need you...

To let me in.

Let me in.

- Come on.

There's a protocol

when a UC is forced to take
a controlled substance.

- I felt I had to come here.

- You felt?

- We never talked.

We never talked
about what happened.

- I have nothing more to say

about what happened
with Navarro.

- Not Navarro. Us.

- Elliot, now's not the
time for us to talk.

Now is the time for us to
figure out what you ingested

and have it vouchered
and lab-tested,

so I am gonna call it in.

- I didn't write the letter.

- What?

- I didn't write the letter.

- The letter that you gave me
when you came back from Rome?

- Kathy.

- Kathy, your wife...

Wrote the letter that you
told me that you wrote?

- Yes. It was her idea.

It would be easier
to talk when...

We see each other
after so much time.

I tried and I tried, and then...

Kathy helped dictate.

- That what we were to
each other was never real.

And that we got in the way

of each other being who
and where we needed to be.

- That was Kathy.

- And if there was
a man in my life,

you hope he's the kind,
faithful, and devoted

man that I deserved.

- Kathy.

- "But in a parallel universe...

- "It will always
be you and I."

I wrote that.

I slipped it in there
before sealing the envelope.

Liv.

- Hey.

♪

- He is a grown-ass man, Ayanna.

And grown-ass men should
have friends they can turn to

when they need them in
the middle of the night.

- He was drugged.

He did what he had to do
to not blow the operation.

- You're lucky you're cute.

- That's right, I am cute.

- Here, tell him we're fresh
out of oat milk, or soy milk,

or whatever the hell white
people are into these days.

Was it something you ingested?

Did they spike your drink?

- No.

I barely drank anything.

Um, it was administered orally

by a girl who slipped
it in my mouth.

With her mouth.

- Did you blow your cover?
- No, I kept it together.

- Until you got to Benson's.

- Why? What'd she say?

- Just that you were
pretty messed up.

- Well, that's true.

- You know what
would have happened

if she reported this.

- Yeah, I'd automatically be
taken off my UC assignment

and given a drug test.

- And hospitalized
to monitor you

for unforeseen side effects.

- Ayanna, you can't
pull me out of there.

We're almost where we need
to be to bring down Kosta.

- You don't have
to tell me twice.

But it's on me to decide

if it's safe for you to
go in the field, and I...

That's not our burner.
- Present from Jon Kosta,

and AB is Albi Briscu.

And I'm going off to see him.

Mm. Tell your wife
I like it black.

♪

- Jesus, Eddie. You
had great night, no?

- You wanted to see me?
- I need favor.

Personal favor.

I want you to make it look
like he died in a fire.

- Well.

You want me to build
a fire hot enough

to get rid of the fact that
he's got a bullet in his head?

I mean, you want
temperatures that high,

you're gonna have three fire
departments at the scene.

- Why you bring me problem?

- You want to dispose
of a body quick and easy

where you don't have
to answer no questions.

I got the place.

- The hell is this place?

- Used to be a
mental institution.

This is where they buried all
the John Does that died there.

All right. Yeah.

That's deep enough.
That's good.

- There's a reason I pay
you off the books for this.

- Okay.
- This never happen.

You was never here. And
you never saw that body.

- What body?

♪

- Any idea who the guy was?
- None.

- And definitely not
the K-O's usual MO.

When they kill, they want
their enemies to know.

- That's why I
think it's personal.

And, by the way,
if Albi trusts me,

it means I'm one step
closer to getting face time

with Jon Kosta.

- That's the goal.

- Oh, just the
person I want to see.

- This better not be a meeting
that could have been an email.

- The K-O put me on their
friends and family plan,

but I can't make calls,

only incoming and
outgoing texts.

- I can clone it to my
laptop and do a deep dive

when I get back to the
city, where I belong.

At first glance, it looks
like an ordinary smartphone,

but it's been stripped
of its GPS, Internet,

camera, and microphone.

You can't even make calls on it.

- And you can't
track it. Clever.

- I was able to retrieve
some deleted texts

from the phone's trash,

but as you can see,
they're heavily encrypted.

- How long will it take you
to crack the encryption?

- That's the bad news.

This level of sophistication
is basically unbreakable

without a decryption key,
but there's good news too.

I was able to isolate
a recurring portion

of the encryption code.

At regular intervals, it
mimics a World War II-era

British signal's
intelligence algorithm.

- Translate?
- It's like a signature.

When you're this good, you want
to take credit for your work.

Malachi. That's his code name.

Nobody knows his real name
or even what he looks like.

- Well, how do you
know he's the one

that made the texting
app that the K-O use?

- He's who I'd hire,
if I were them.

And I'd bet that's his
signature embedded in the code.

Sergeant, request permission
to attend the Capture the Flag

competition in
Queens this weekend.

- The who? What is that?

- Ah, I've heard about those.

Hackers and members of the
cybersecurity community

get together and see who can
backdoor their way into banks,

government agencies,
and media sites for fun.

There's booze and prizes.

- Guys like Malachi
travel all over the world

to compete in them.

It's a can't-miss opportunity.

- Okay.

- Maldonado, you'll go with her.

- If you don't mind me
asking, Congressman Kilbride,

what's your interest
in Damon's case?

- Frankly, Sergeant Bell,
I fear you're facing

a real uphill battle
with this case.

- Oh, we're well aware of that.

They've already
tried to get Ayanna

to back channel a
lowball offer to me.

- I want you to consider
partnering with my old firm,

Kilbride, Weathers and Douglas.

They'll take the case pro bono.

- Congressman...
- I have no financial stake

in the firm any longer.

I just know where this is going,

and I want you to have
the muscle behind you

that you're going to
need to ride it out.

- And what's in it for you?

Besides a little social
justice warrior street cred?

- Ayanna.

- Sergeant Bell, I carried
the NYPD badge for 26 years.

I earned my street cred
before you were even born.

- Pop that now. Pop
that, pop that, pop that.

There you go.

- Reggie!

- Oh, it's about time.
- What?

- Turn my back for a second
at the restaurant last night,

and you Houdini on me.

Like you had someplace
better to go, huh?

- I didn't think you needed me.

- You thought wrong.

I don't know.

You got that phone,

maybe you think you
don't need me no more.

- Reg.

You're my man. Always will be.

You're the reason why I'm here.

- Don't forget that. All right?

Hit me back when I text you.

- Look, man, this
thing don't work.

That thing that Kosta gave me.

Man, I tried to
call you, nothing.

- It's text only.
Everything else is disabled.

That's how we roll.
- Oh.

- Reggie.
- Hold this.

I'll be right back.

What, are you pouting 'cause
you didn't get the invite?

- I don't pout.

- You're invited when
Kosta says you're invited.

- Tell me something,
Eddie Wagner.

Why is a man like you
working for the idiot

who's working for my husband?

- A man's gotta make a
living. Who's your husband?

- They call me Mrs. Briscu.

- Oh, hey, how are
you? Nice to meet you.

- You can call me Flutura.

- Okay.

- They say you
used to be a boxer.

You've still got the arms.

- Yeah, what else do
they say about me?

- From where I sit,

you hear all kinds of things.

For example, I know
you walked away

from that skanky little vajze

who threw herself
at you last night,

which has me wondering,
what's Eddie Wagner's deal?

Is he celibate?

Queer?

Need a pill to get it up?

Next time I see you, I'm
gonna want some answers.

- How'd it go?
- Fine.

Let's go get something to eat.

- What's up?

- Cho got a hit on our John Doe.

- Tristan Vucaj.
Second-generation immigrant.

28 years old. A
construction worker.

- All I see here are
a couple of arrests

for petty theft and a DUI.

He doesn't look
like a major player.

- Could have been related
to one of Albi's rivals.

- And Albi killed him for
what, to send a message?

That doesn't track with the
secret burial in the woods.

Is there an address?
- It's in the folder.

♪

- Oh, that looks
good. What is that?

- Qofte te ferguara.
Fried meatballs.

- Qofte te ferguara.
-

- What are you laughing about?
She... well, it's good, right?

- You have a very strong accent.

- Very strong.

- Hey, listen.
- Hmm?

- I saw you talking
to Flutura in the gym.

- Oh, yeah, Mrs. Briscu, yeah.

- Well, do yourself a
favor, don't do that, okay?

Albi doesn't like nobody
mackin' on his wife.

- What you talking about?
I'm not mackin' on anybody.

- I'm just trying to keep
your head from ending up

in one zip code and
the rest of your body

in another, you feel me?

Albi's old school.

You mess around, you
get on his bad side,

there's not much
I can do for you.

- All right. Enough said.

You gonna eat all that?
-

- Yeah, you're telling me.

- Look at these guys.

- Hey!
- Oh!

- Hey, you!
- You didn't pay

that parking ticket?
- Hey, you!

Let me see your hands.

- What the hell?
- Hey!

- Anything in your pockets
I should know about?

- Yeah, your mother's number.

- Any weapons? Sharp objects?
- Stop! Stop!

That's not him!

That's not the guy.

The man who hit me has hair

on the top of his head,
and he's way younger.

- Sorry about that sir.
- Oh, now it's...

- Are you okay?
- Don't touch me.

- If you'd like to report this
incident to our supervisor...

- Tell your supervisor
to blow it out his ass.

- These frickin' cops.

They damn near
tear your head off,

and then they ask you if you
want to file a complaint.

With them. It's ridiculous.

Right, Eddie?

Eddie.

You said you didn't pout.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- If you're looking for Tristan,

he hasn't been around
for a couple of days.

- Yeah, I know. Do you
know where he went?

- People come and go
from that apartment.

I'm just a manager. I
don't ask questions.

- Oh, okay. Hey, I left
something in there.

Thought maybe you
can help me out.

I just need to get in
there for a few minutes.

What do you say?

- I don't think Mrs. Briscu
would look too kindly on me

letting you into her apartment.

- Flutura's the one who sent me.

- Listen, I don't
want no problems.

Briscu's the name on the lease.

- Come on, Nova. Where
the hell are you?

- So if nobody knows who he is,

how do we know which
one is Malachi?

- I'm guessing he'll be the one

who wins the
hacking competition.

- He won't win. He
doesn't need to.

But it'll be obvious
he could if he wanted.

I just have to look for the
guy who's pulling his punches.

Don't touch that.

- Sergeant Bell, I
need a word with you.

Private.

Nova missed a meet-up.

In six years, come
hell or high water,

she's never done that.

- Jet, can you come
in here please?

I'm assuming you tried her cell.

- Yeah, of course.
She's been offline.

- We'll send someone
to her apartment,

put a APB out on her car.

What does she drive?

Jet, run a trace
on Nova's phone,

find out her last
known location ASAP.

- I already have her
last known location.

She's right outside.
- What?

- She pinged me ten
minutes ago to let me know

she was on her way in.

- You scared me
half to death, girl.

Where you been?
- New Covenant.

- New what?
- It's a church.

- You went AWOL on
me to go to church?

- It was Penda's church.

- I'm gonna assume you went to
church as part of your cover.

But when I set a meet, it
is your job to show up.

- Sergeant Brewster,
if I can suggest...

- No, you cannot!

She's my UC, my responsibility.

Do you have anything
meaningful to report?

- I'ma need some time off.
- Excuse me?

- Penda's funeral's
in South Carolina.

That's where her family is.
They want to bury her there.

I'm going.
- Request denied.

- It's not a request.

- Look, Hugo's walking out
of Rikers any minute now.

- Hugo's getting out?

- It's why I called the meet-up.

It's a game-changer, and
I need you here for it.

I need you to focus.
- I can't.

I loved her. I still do.

- I am ordering
you to let this go.

♪

- I know Sergeant Brewster
can be pretty tough,

but I think he believes he's
doing what's best for you.

- Don't work me.

- I'm not working you, Nova.

- Good, 'cause I don't know you,

and I don't need no pep talk.

So you can take that
sister girl performance

somewhere else.

- All I'm trying to say

is that I know something about
what you're going through.

I just lost someone
a couple months ago.

Her name was Gina.

She was my undercover,
but we were close.

- The bitch got sloppy
and ended up dead.

Got it. Cool story, sis.

I know you think me and Penda
was just a couple hood bitches

running with the Marcy Killers
and playing kiss the fish.

But I've been deep
cover for six years,

working from the inside.

I don't get to sit behind a desk

and make charts all day

and then go home and cuddle
up in front of the TV

with my respectable
businessman husband

who's so supportive
of me being a cop.

♪

- You're right.

You don't know me.

So don't presume you know what
I think or who I go home to.

My wife is a lawyer.

♪

- Don't worry. I
won't blow your cover.

I'm just gonna
play the background

while you do your thing.

They won't even notice me.

- We walk in, and you get asked

to name your favorite
vulnerability attack scenario.

What do you say?

They'll peg you as a
cop in ten seconds.

I'm going alone.

♪

- User Freedumb has
been eliminated.

Quarterfinal round complete.
Advancing to semifinals.

- Sergeant Bell,
this is a surprise.

- I wanted to speak to
you away from Denise.

I know she wants what's
best for Damon, and so do I,

but I suspect your interest
stems from something else.

- Sergeant Bell, if you
think I'm after a piece

of the windfall that you're
hoping to get from NYPD,

let me put your fear to rest.

I don't usually hold
out hope for something

that's never going to happen.

- What they're offering
Damon isn't a lot,

but he's entitled to something.

His hand is destroyed.

His future as a
musician is gone.

- Don't get me wrong,
what happened to Damon

was horrific, and
he deserves justice.

But I've seen a
million cases like his,

and they just don't move
the needle with the public.

To put it bluntly, ain't
no protesters gonna be

stopping traffic on Fifth Avenue

because some Black kid
can't play the guitar.

- You'd rather he
ended up a hashtag?

- I'd rather this not
happen to him at all.

But we don't live in
that kind of world.

So why don't you
and I change it?

- Change what?

- The world.

Truth is, you're half right.

There is something behind my
interest in Damon's lawsuit.

You.

- I don't understand.

- I'm guessing you
were once like me,

a young Black cop who
thought the only way

to make systemic change
was from the inside.

But you must know by now
that if policing in America

was ever gonna self-correct,
it would have happened already.

- I'm a cop because
I believe in the job,

Congressman Kilbride.

- I have no doubt.

I've been following your career.

Now, that little setback
with Richard Wheatley

notwithstanding, you
are a rising star.

But soon, you are going
to smack your head

against the blue wall, and
then you'll see what I saw...

Real power is not in
enforcing the law;

real power is in making the law.

- I'm not after power.
And I am not a politician.

- Not yet.

But it wouldn't take much
to turn you into one.

- So the name on the
lease of the apartment

that Tristan Vucaj lived
in is Flutura Briscu.

- Albi Briscu's wife?
- The very same.

I think that Tristan
was the boy toy

that Albi found out about.

- Poor bastard probably
never knew what hit him.

- Yeah, I also think
that's why Albi came to me

to help him get rid of the body.

He didn't want anyone
else in the family

to know that his wife
had a side piece.

- You think Flutura knew that

her husband murdered
her boyfriend?

- I don't know. Why?

You think she's
worth trying to flip?

- Mm, if she cared
about her boo thing.

- Ah, it's hard to know
what she cares about.

But I think it's worth a shot.

- Semifinal round complete.
Advancing to finals.

♪

- Malachi's on the move.
- Copy that.

What's he look like?
- Like a fleeing criminal!

You can't miss him!

- Nice to meet you, Malachi.
- Never heard of him.

- I'd recognize you anywhere.

- Nice-looking nails.

Complements your hair.

- I like a man who
notices things like that.

- I was told to
stay away from you.

- Yet here you are.

- Just wanted to make
sure that you knew

that I wasn't celibate or queer.

- Well, that's promising.

- I also don't want to make
an enemy of Albi Briscu.

- Albi could care
less what I do.

I can't remember the
last time he touched me.

- I find that hard to believe.

- Ours is a marriage
of convenience.

He can't keep his
hands off other women.

I conveniently pretend
to look the other way.

I think it's only fair that I
get to do as I please as well.

- So he knows about
your friend Tristan?

- What friend?

- Tristan Vucaj.

You don't know him?
- No.

I don't know anyone
by that name.

Eh, the guys back at the
gym, they just, you know.

- Let me tell you something
about Albanian men.

They gossip more than women.

So when are we
gonna get together?

Hm?

- Sooner rather than later.

♪

- You can't park here.
Move your vehicle.

Move along.

- Hey. Where's the bathroom?

Hey.

- Why are you following me?

- I'm not following you.

Albi, you came to me.
We got rid of a body.

You didn't wany anybody else
in the family to know about it.

I was worried about you.

- Not what you think.

- I'm not thinking anything.

- I'm not a fag, you know.

- I didn't say you were.

- Get in.

- Where are we going?

- Somewhere quick and easy,

where I don't have
to answer questions.

♪

Pick it up.

Move your ass.

- So was he extorting you
or falling in love with you?

- Shut up and keep digging.

- He was going to out you.

- I said shut your mouth.

- Either way, it makes
sense. He's young.

You've got money.

But I'm betting he
fell in love with you.

♪

You didn't mean to
shoot him, did you?

- I tried to reason with him!

He was stubborn.

Stupid.

I'm a man!

You see?

My culture, you don't just...

I'm a man.
- Yeah, you are.

- Yeah!

- So what is your plan now?

You just gonna kill everyone
who finds out, forever?

- Maybe.

Keep digging.

- I'm not your problem, Albi.

The other people finding
out's your problem.

I mean, me, I'm an outsider.
You said it yourself.

I'm an outsider. I
don't care about this.

Whatever this is, I don't care.

And I don't talk.
I'm a businessman.

You're my boss.

You tell me whatever I
need to do, and I go do it.

You tell me I didn't see
something, I didn't see it.

I got nothing over on you.

You're the one holding
all the cards, Albi.

All I'm asking for is my life.

And in return, I swear to you,

I swear to God and
all the saints,

I will protect your
secret with my life.

♪

- Blessed are those
who die in the Lord.

That was for Penda, not
you. You and me are done.

Did Brewster tell
you to come here?

- Sergeant Brewster
doesn't tell me what to do.

I quite Narco 'cause I
didn't want to take orders

from a little man
with a big ego.

You were gonna marry Penda here,

in her favorite church.

- I was thinking about asking.
Never got around to it.

- I'm really sorry
for your loss, Nova.

- Carmen. That's my name.

You know who started
calling me Nova?

Hugo.

Said it was short for Casanova,

'cause of how I used
to pull so many girls.

Penda came along and
shut all that down.

- Yeah?

It happens when
you find your one.

Carmen, I think you should
come back to the task force.

Not for me, not for Brewster,

but for the lives you still
have the opportunity to save.

Look, you said it yourself,

you've spent six years
of your life trying

to take down the Marcy Killers.

That's more than a
job, that's a calling.

- It won't bring Penda back.

- No.

But it will honor her memory.

- Detective Maldonado
said you wanted to see me?

- Oh, yeah? What
else did he say?

- That you refused to
give your real name,

that your prints are nowhere
to be found in the system,

and I'm the only person
you want to speak to.

- You know, you're
the first person

ever gave me a run for my money.

I'm not sure I would
have captured the flag.

I'm trying to give
you a compliment here.

- Thank you.

- I can't remember the last
time I saw exploit development,

reverse engineering,
lateral movement,

and exfiltration all
from the same competitor.

I wonder, though,
does it bother you?

Wasting your God-given
talents working for the man?

- It beats working
for the Albanians.

- I don't work
for the Albanians.

I don't work for anyone.

- You created the
encrypted texting app

they're using to run
their criminal enterprise.

- It's not against the
law to create an app.

People do it every day.

- It's against the law
to knowingly assist

transnational
criminal organizations

import and distribute narcotics.

- Operative word
is "knowingly."

I have no knowledge
of any of the things

that you just described.

- Just like I'm sure you
have no knowledge of someone

hacking into the personnel files

at Fort Rucker in
Alabama last month.

Or stealing $200,000 from
a Cayman Islands bank

in a phishing scam.

- Yeah, Fort Rucker is named

after a Confederate
Army general.

Screw that guy.

And as for the Cayman Islands
Federal Bank, it's 2021,

and those idiots are still
using remote networking.

A five-year-old could have
breached their security.

- I never said it was
Cayman Islands Federal.

- Lucky guess?

- His real name's Adam Mintock.

The app he created for the
Albanians is called SpeakLow.

He's willing to give us the
decryption key in exchange

for lighter sentencing
on some other crimes.

- Wow.
- Okay, but how did you...

- You're welcome.

- Come on, man.

- Heard about your
girl. You a'ight?

- We got work to do. That's
how I make this right.

- I always knew
you was a real one.

So let's go. You know
where to take me.

- Uh-huh.

- Well, looks like
she's back in the game.

- Yeah, that's
pretty impressive,

considering the
hit she just took.

With Nova back inside
the Marcy Killers

and you with the K-O,
we're back on track.

- Brewster, he good?
- Mm.

Brewster wants to be chief
of detectives someday,

so anything that gets him
closer to that, he's good.

- How about you?

- I might have bigger ambitions.

♪

- Breathe on every shot, right?
- Yeah.

- Where are you looking at?
- The triangle.

- You're looking
at the triangle.

Ah, how many times
you getting hit?

You gotta keep those eyes up.
- Yeah, man.

- Hey! There he is!

- - Eddie!

What happened?

I put a girl in your
lap the other night,

all right, would have
done anything you wanted.

You turn her down cold?

Why? She wasn't hot enough?

- No, no, she was plenty hot.

I mean, honestly, I would
have slipped her the Mickey,

but someone slipped me a Mickey.

- Is that what happened?

- I just wish Albi
had called me.

He had three girls
back in his hotel room.

- Okay.

All right, boys, let's
go talk business.

- You heard the boss, Eddie.

What are you waiting for?

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