All language subtitles for Elsbeth S02E14

Keep up. Let's go.

All right, this is our last stop

on our Famous NYC
Crimes Tour, folks.

Now stay together. Come on.

Honestly, the Central Park
Jogger Picnic was in poor taste.

Yet somehow still better than
the Subway Vigilante Train Ride.

I'm sorry, guys.

I thought the Famous Crimes
Tour would be kooky fun.

Ah, there's still hope, E.T.

Do you have to call
her that? Yeah.

I like it. We have
a lot in common.

Mm-hmm.

All right,

this is Pupetta's,
434 Mulberry Street.

Scene of a notorious mob murder

and the setting for Francis
Martino's crime classic

City on a Knife Edge.

I've seen it about 50 times.
I own the Criterion DVD.

Oh, I've never seen
it. Yeah, me either.

You're kidding. Mm-mm.

Okay, we have to
watch immediately.

Mulberry Street. This whole
place feels like a movie.

Do you remember where
you were in 1998?

Um, you
were two years old

and very stubborn with
your potty training.

Mom, I will leave
this restaurant.

Bill Clinton
was impeached over

the whole Monica brouhaha

and Britney had just busted out

with "Hit Me Baby
One More Time."

Here in New York,

the city was on a knife edge.

War was simmering between

the Del Ponte and
Nova crime families

for control of the rackets.

And when Del Ponte
family soldier

Goldie Moresco threw a
drink in Eddie Nova's face

at the Iron Horse bar, it
threatened to boil over.

July 1, 1998,

Goldie was finishing his
night right over there,

on edge.

He had a glass of Nero
d'Avola and a plate

of spaghetti puttanesca.

Oh, we're eating Goldie
Moresco's last meal.

Cool. Are those anchovies?

Do you know how much
sodium is in...? Shh.

Now, Eddie Nova crept
into the restaurant

on cat's paws

and got the jump on Goldie.

Eddie grabbed a
corkscrew off the bar

as Goldie swallowed
what would be

his last bite. Hey, Goldie.

Remember me?

You bastard.

Then Eddie plunged
it into Goldie's chest.

This was personal.

To finish him off,
Eddie picked up

Goldie's gun and shot him twice

in his signature
style... boom, boom...

double tap to the chest.

Then Eddie was gone

as suddenly as he arrived.

What Eddie didn't realize

was that Gene Genetti,
a young waiter,

was watching in the
dark of the hallway,

and he had seen the whole thing.

Three days later,

the Del Pontes
took their revenge

and shot Eddie down
in his own driveway.

So began the bloodiest summer

in Mafia history.

A war that basically wiped out

both the Del Ponte
and the Nova families

and signaled the end
of an era in New York.

If you look closely,

you can still see
where the blood seeped

into the floor.

Um...

I just have a few
questions, if that's okay?

- That's why I wear this
button. - Oh.

Right. If Goldie was so on edge,

how did he let Eddie
get the jump on him?

His seat faced the door.

Maybe Goldie was drunk.

Hmm.

And why would the killer
use a corkscrew from the bar

if he was coming
to carry out a hit?

And wouldn't a gangster like
Eddie Nova have his own gun

for the coup de grâce?
Why use Goldie's?

Maybe to hide his identity?

Yeah, but then why use his
signature M.O... boom, boom...

double tap to the chest?

Wouldn't that give him away?

I don't know.
Doesn't this murder

feel kind of impulsive to you?

Uh, messy, not planned?

Or maybe Eddie just
wasn't that bright.

If you liked the tour,
and even if you didn't,

please throw me

five stars on Yelp

and Tripadvisor.

Hey, who's that?

Oh, that's the
real Gene Genetti,

the young waiter, posing next
to the actor playing him.

Pretty uncanny, right?

That's Gene Genetti?

Uh, excuse me.

Yeah? Mom, what are you doing?

Um, I'll meet you guys outside.
You're the young waiter?

Yeah. The-the lone witness?

Yeah. Amazing.

Uh, can I ask you
a few questions?

The story isn't adding up,

and I just, I get
a little obsessive.

Lady, who are you?
Another movie producer?

Podcaster? Journalist?

Please, we've had
enough of that, okay?

Oh, no, no, no. Um, my
name is Elsbeth Tascioni.

I do work with the
police, sort of.

Don't want to hide that.

What?

I told you not to
bring him here.

Oh, you told me?

Since when do you
tell me things?

Well, we definitely haven't
agreed. You know what?

Let me take care
of the business,

you make the pasta.

I thought the tour was over.

This isn't about the tour, okay?

Go haunt the house.

Go take your shoes for a walk.

You.

Here is the information
that you requested, Miss.

Yes, we do cater.

Um... Yes, that-that's
good to know.

About the... catering.

Is that an
address? - And a time.

He wants to meet
up with you later.

I think he wants to tell me
something about the murder.

Well, what, you can't
just go meet up with him

on some dark side street.
What if you get whacked?

Oh, come on. Aren't you,
like, a little curious? Nope.

I want to go home and
watch something stupid

where nobody dies.

I'm sorry, but have
you met your mother?

There's no way that
she doesn't go.

Well, I can't
let her go alone.

Thank you.

So you're both coming
with?

This is kind of fun now, right?

We're on a caper.

I think it should be right here.

Looks like there's
been some kind of accident.

Kaya. Kaya!

Sorry. Excuse me.

Yep, still on patrol.

Maybe they'll try
a few more gems

like Detective Rivers
before I get my shot.

You've jumped through
all the hoops.

It's got to be soon, right?

Hey. What are you
all doing here?

Oh.

Long story.

I was supposed to
meet someone here.

Wait, that's him.
Gene Genetti.

See? That could've been
you, too, Mom.

What happened?

Seems a car swerved right
into him, then sped off.

Hit-and-run.

You were gonna meet
Gene Genetti? Why?

To talk about the Goldie
Moresco murder from 1998.

Do you know that case?

Know it?

It was my first big
investigation as a detective,

and Gene was my only witness.

I wonder what he
wanted to tell you.

Maybe someone didn't
want us to find out.

Oh, God. Pupetta.

How much can that
poor woman take?

She was only 19 when her
whole family was wiped out.

She went to 14 funerals
in three months,

and at her wedding...

...she walked down the aisle
alone in a black dress.

She had it worse
than Rose Kennedy.

Francis Martino could've
called his movie

Fourteen Funerals and a Wedding.

Sorry. It was just right there.

Are you telling
me that my husband is dead?

How can that be?

A-Actually, it looks
like he survived.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God. Someone said
something in the crowd,

so I...

Where is he? I need
to be with him.

I'll take you, Ms. Del Ponte.

Detective Fleming.

I remember you.

Oh, okay. Oh, honey.

It's Pupetta.

It's your boops.

Can you hear me?

She got here really fast
from the restaurant,

which is, like, ten
blocks away. Hmm.

And do you think she
always carries a Bible?

Oh,
heavenly father...

Maybe, after
all those funerals.

She was also the only person

who saw me talking to
Gene at the restaurant,

and they had a little spat.

Huh. Do you think
that matters?

Officer Blanke has gotten
her necessary credits

plus excellent references

from the detectives
she's worked with.

How's she doing on the
Ashton Hayes plea deal?

She's preparing reports on
all his accounting files,

and the D.A.'s been impressed.

Oh, that's good to
hear. I'm proud of her.

Is there any reason
Officer Blanke

shouldn't receive
her gold shield?

None that I can think of.

Then I suggest we start looking
for another uniformed officer

to watch Ms. Tascioni.

You know, while Ms. Tascioni
is watching the police.

We know she goes
rogue sometimes.

Well... that's gonna be
a hard position to fill.

There are some new recruits
coming in from the academy.

I'll pull some files.

Thank
you, Lieutenant Connor.

Where are we on the hit-and-run?

Traffic cam shows someone
deliberately tried

to run Gene Genetti down.

Presumably before
he could speak to me

about Goldie Moresco's murder.

That Francis Martino movie is
three and a half hours long.

You're saying that he
actually left something out?

My entire role on
the case, for one.

Oh, that must've been
really disappointing.

I meant

something that someone
killed to cover up?

We might've had the wrong
suspect in '98. How about that?

You don't think
it was Eddie Nova?

All we had was Gene
Genetti's testimony

and an approximation
of Eddie's M.O...

two shots to the chest.

It could've been a frame-up,

but the department was happy

to chalk the whole mess
up to street justice.

Less work for them.

Any evidence that led away
from Eddie Nova was dismissed.

You have an alternate theory?

There were rumors
Goldie was an informant

who used to meet the feds
in a motel off the BQE.

That it was actually
the Del Ponte family

that whacked him
out. Inside job.

Hmm, and did you ever
check up on it? No.

And when I tried to push it,

I became a pariah
in the precinct.

Case kind of knocked the
wind out of my sails,

changed my whole career.

I've been waiting for a
break like this for 26 years.

Ooh, I love a white whale.

Just a reminder,
we're investigating

a hit-and-run that
happened yesterday,

not the Moresco
murder from 1998.

The two crimes may
not even be connected.

Start by looking for the car

and finding out what Gene
Genetti's life is like now.

You know, police work no
one will make a movie about.

Yes, Captain.

Although you do see that
kind of stuff on a TV show.

Go.

Oh. Oh, God.

No, no, no, no, no. Is Gene...?

Still not dead, Mrs. Del
Ponte. Oh. Thank God.

Uh, he's in surgery.
We're, uh, waiting on word.

Oh, okay. Well, I was just
closing up the restaurant early

so I can get to the
hospital to visit him.

We're here because, uh, looks
like someone deliberately

tried to run your husband down.

No chance.

He didn't have any issues

with anybody or...?

Gene Genetti is the
best man I know.

Not an enemy in the
world. Makes no sense.

I was actually here yesterday

for the, um, Famous Crimes Tour.

Yeah, I saw you.
And it seemed like

you and your husband
had a little fight.

So what? We fight all the time.
Haven't you ever been married?

Oh, don't remind me.

Um, but I think this fight

seemed like it was
about your, um...

friend? My...

Oh!

You thought that was my
lover? No, that's our son

Gene Jr.

What? Yeah.

There is no way you
have a son that age.

Wow, you look incredible.

Yeah. Thank you.

Well, I had him
when I was 19, so...

But, yes, Gene and I fight
about Junior all the time.

It doesn't mean I want to
run him over with a car.

Mm. So what do you fight
about?

Well, I would like
Junior to work right here

next to me at Pupetta's.

Oh. And where does
Gene want him?

Anywhere else.

Well, what would he do here?

Is he a chef? No.

He just graduated from
Wharton. Business school.

Oh. That's impressive. Yeah.

Gene's out of surgery and
alert. He can talk to us now.

I'm looking for Gene Genetti.

Oh, uh, he's in here.

Junior is a head
taller than both of his parents.

It happens sometimes.

My Uncle Gary was
actually six-eight.

No other Fleming broke five-ten.

What is she whispering?

We really should get in there.

Maybe you
should go alone.

You're the one Gene
asked to speak to.

(Gene Jr.

Hi. Uh, could I have a
minute with Gene Sr.?

Of course, of course. Okay, you
talk to the nice policewoman.

We got to find out
who tried to hurt you.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

How are you feeling?

Lucky.

I bet.

So...

What did you want to tell me?

Huh?

You wanted to talk
to me after the tour.

Tell me something about
Goldie Moresco's murder?

Did I?

You know, it's so funny, I...

I can't remember anything
from that entire day.

You wrote down an address and
a time on a take-out menu.

That doesn't ring a bell?

No. No. I've-I've been drawing a
total blank since the accident.

Uh... I'm so sorry.

The injury's to your
shoulder, not your head.

Would it help if
your wife waited downstairs?

Why-why would that matter?

I think Pupetta
might've threatened Gene,

told him not to talk.

Well, it's against Mafia rules
to speak to the police. Omertà.

And Pupetta is still a
Del Ponte. What's up?

We were able to track the car

to a body shop downtown
and found the driver.

I just spoke to him, and
he actually confessed.

Said he was on a
three-day drunk,

lost control of the vehicle.

Feels lucky the
victim didn't die.

Looks open and shut.

Well, you get a gold star, Kaya.

Well, still not a gold shield.

But his record's mostly clean.

Just a few bar fights
when he was a kid.

Hold on a second.

The Iron Horse bar.

That rings a hell of a bell.

I took my old files
and case board

out of storage this morning.

Wow.

I know. I went a little
down the rabbit hole.

And got stuck.

I knew it.

Our driver out
there was arrested

at the Iron Horse the
night Goldie Moresco

threw that drink in
Eddie Nova's face.

This guy was affiliated
with the Del Pontes.

So you're suggesting they used
this driver to run Gene down

and then made him take
the rap when he failed?

There's a tradition
of low-level soldiers

taking the fall for
upper-level capos.

But I thought the Del
Ponte crime family

was wiped out in 1998.

Maybe that's what
they want us to think.

Hey, what are those scratches

on Goldie Moresco's face?

Did he fight with someone
the day he was murdered?

That was one of
my main questions.

Eddie Nova kept his nails
short, manicured. It wasn't him.

Also, Goldie had a deeper
scratch on his chest,

like someone tried to dig in

while they were
being pushed away.

Any idea who?

They
called him "Goldie"

because of his blond curls
and porn star mustache.

Could've been a lot
of different women.

So... your theory

is that Goldie Moresco
was murdered in 1998

before he could reveal
too much to the FBI

in those secret motel meetings,

and now someone tried
to run Gene Genetti down

before he could talk to me,

and maybe the same person
gave both those orders?

But to cover up what?
It's 26 years later.

Who's left in the
family to even care?

Pupetta. What could
her motive possibly be?

Don't know, but she seems to be
the only Del Ponte still around,

and she seems to be everywhere.

You recognize him?

No. But why should it matter?

He was driving drunk,
lost control of the car.

That's what he's claiming, yes.

Claiming?

Why would anyone plead guilty

to a DUI they didn't commit?

We think he might be acting
on someone else's behalf.

Someone who wanted to stop
Gene from talking to me

that day.

Didn't you just see
Gene in the hospital?

Nobody stopped him from
talking to you then.

Unfortunately, he seems
to have lost his memory

from a shoulder injury.

But I think he might
have felt threatened

by... someone.

Or maybe he just
doesn't like you.

Uh...

This matter's closed,
right? I can go?

Of course. Okay.

All right. Thank
you for your time.

Oh! Are those French tips?

Why, yes, they are.

So elegant.

Especially compared to mine.

Ooh. Yeah. Um...

Did you ever, um...
wear yours long?

Yeah, back when
everyone did. Why?

Oh, no reason.

It's just, uh, Goldie Moresco

had these fresh scratches on
his face...

...the day that
he was murdered.

We were just wondering who
he might've fought with.

Goldie Moresco? Really?

That's what we're
talking about now?

I have no clue.

Goldie was like an uncle to me.

I wasn't at the
restaurant that day.

Any other ancient history I
can clear up while I'm here?

Jimmy Hoffa maybe?

Okay. Um,
how about the rumor that

Goldie was an FBI informant
and that's what got him killed?

Does that ring a bell?

Goldie was a loyal soldier

who lost his life
defending my family.

How dare you disrespect
him like that?

Clearly, you know nothing
of loyalty or honor

or sacrifice.

Too bad.

I thought a Tascioni
would know better.

Guess not all
Italians think alike.

The real ones do.

We're just asking a
few questions, ma'am.

Let's calm down.

Eddie Nova killed Goldie,

and that case was
buried 26 years ago

with both of their bodies.

Why are you digging
up old wounds, huh?

All right.

So, if you want to talk
about this any further,

you can do it through my lawyer.

This is harassment.

I thought Tascioni was
your ex-husband's name.

It is. I just got
carried away. Mm.

I'm actually
Gudmundsdottir by birth.

It's Icelandic.

We were gonna hyphenate,

but it wouldn't fit on
a business card. Hmm.

Not sure we want
to make her angry.

Francis Martino
told the story

from Pupetta Del
Ponte's point of view,

a Mafia princess who
lost her innocence

while her whole family was
wiped out in a mob war.

This is where Pupetta's
father and brothers get ambushed

at the tux fitting
for her wedding.

The performances are incredible.

Is that Adrian Zmed?

Oh, my God.

Is it totally necessary for
us to see their heads explode?

Shh, shh, shh. Pupetta's
about to discover the bodies.

So good.

Wait, wait. Pause it.

Those nails.

Do we know if Pupetta actually
wore her nails long that summer,

or was that just for the film?

I saw a "making
of" featurette.

Pupetta means "little doll,"

and a local salon
had created a custom

rhinestone "little doll"
icon to decorate her nails,

inspired by the necklace
her father had given her.

Martino is a stickler
for period details. Why?

Is this a new
hobby, Ms. Tascioni?

Retrying and
reopening old cases?

I just want to get things right.

Isn't that what we all want?

Okay, okay, I'll bite.

What's this new information

on the Moresco murder?
The elevator pitch.

Okay, uh, we think it
was Pupetta Del Ponte

who found out that Goldie
was informing on her family

in that motel room.

She got angry, and
it led to his death.

Do you have any proof?

There were
scratches on Goldie's face

from the day he was murdered

that were never tested for DNA.

And Pupetta definitely
had the nails for it.

They didn't do an autopsy?

The M.E.
was overwhelmed.

Barely even processed
the crime scene.

We'd practically be
starting from scratch.

Captain, look,

Goldie's murder kicked off a war

that cost a lot of
people their lives.

We should find out who
actually did it and why.

I think I could get a judge
to sign off on some tests,

but new testimony

from our lone eyewitness

would be much more
compelling than a theory

if we actually want
to exhume a body.

Hi. Excuse me. What
are you doing out here?

Oh, hi. Hello. Um...

I heard your dad was
out of the hospital.

Was hoping I could talk to him.

Yeah, no, it's not a good time.

He's resting, and my
mom's pretty upset.

Oh, I can only imagine.
She's suffered so much loss.

This accident must've
been really scary.

She wants to keep all
her people close for a while.

Does that mean you're
working in the restaurant?

She told you about that?

I heard from a headhunter
on Wall Street,

but my mother's a...
hard woman to refuse.

Wall Street will
always be there.

Maybe.

With family business,

once you're in, it's
hard to get out.

Especially if it's my family.

Ah.

Hmm? Uh, will
you tell your dad

I was asking for him?

Yeah, okay.

Thanks. Yeah.

Mmm, something smells good.

It's a vegan puttanesca recipe
that I found on HappyCow.

Hi, sweet girl. Hello.

You replace the
anchovies with miso.

It's supposed to be,
uh, an umami bomb.

Yum. Can you ask her?

Ask me what?

Roy has a pitch
for a new podcast.

Oh.

Look, I'm just an engineer
at my company now,

but I really want to produce.

So, when I heard your stories
about Buzz and the Moresco case,

I got this idea,

a podcast about various
detectives' "white whales."

You know, like, cases that they
never solved but can't give up.

Oh, I love it.

Roy wants you to introduce him
to Buzz for the first interview.

Oh, of course. Although the
podcast would be a lot better

if we actually solve the case.

For sure.

Do lawyers have white whales?

Maybe I can get you on
the podcast, too, E.T.

Stop it.

I'd be honored.

Can I taste the sauce?

Mm-hmm.

Mmm. Oh, that's
so good. Mm-hmm.

You don't seem happy.

Hmm. My boyfriend and my
mother are best friends.

How can I not be thrilled?

Everything okay, Captain?

We're striking out with all
the judges on our circuit.

Not one will sign off on

not even the most basic tests,

let alone the exhumation
of Goldie's body.

Oh, no. Does it feel like
they're in on it together?

I fear Judge Crawford

might be using his
influence to block it.

I hate when men like him put
their finger on the scale.

Well, we can't just let him win.

You've made a very
powerful enemy, Elsbeth.

I'm not sure what we
can do. I'm sorry.

Okay.

Everything all right, Mom?

Yeah.

I think I know who
my white whale is.

Judge.

Judge Crawford.

Ms. Tascioni. To what
do I owe this pleasure?

Oh, I think you know.

It's about the Goldie
Moresco investigation.

The what? I would have
thought that you were too busy

with the Mertens retrial
to take on anything else.

Interfering in
this investigation

is an unethical
use of your power.

It was a distasteful
case 25 years ago,

and your so-called
investigation, pointless.

Excuse me.

I have somewhere to be.

This kind of gamesmanship
should be beneath you.

Oh, my, you are cavalier about
wasting the People's money.

Come on, what's it gonna
take to call off your cronies

and reopen our investigation?

Well, let me think.

Legally, a new confession

would compel any judge
to reopen a case.

A new confession?

That's...
Impossible? Probably.

But good luck.

Oh, yes,
this is a very good dog.

Real good girl.

Oh, Mom, look who I ran into.

It's, uh, it's the real
Pupetta from the restaurant.

Hey, paisana. Hello there.

You know, you really
have to stop spreading

my business around.

Me? What did I say?

Oh, you know, just about
his big job in D.C.

and the hipster boyfriend

with the apartment in
Bushwick making podcasts.

All the greatest hits.

Yeah, well, with a son
like Teddy Tascioni,

I mean, I would
brag, too, right?

Teddy, why don't
you let us talk?

I'll meet you and
Gonzo upstairs, okay?

You sure? Mm-hmm.
Yeah, it's okay.

Bye, Gonzo. Bye, Teddy.

You've been following my son?

No, no, just surfing on the Web.

You know, following would be
different. You'd feel that.

Why are you making
this personal?

You came to Little
Italy. You started it.

Gene Jr. came out to talk to me.

I was just... All
right, you know what?

I don't want you
anywhere near him again.

Or my husband or me.

Do you understand?
That's not just up to me.

Okay, well, I'm talking to you.

Okay, you mess with my
family, I'll mess with yours.

You leave my son alone.

That's just up to
you now, isn't it?

Know when to stop, Elsbeth.

So that's it?

The original investigation
was shut down

before it began, and now we're
gonna let it happen again?

I'm not sure we have a choice.

If the courts are against us
and Gene Genetti won't talk,

what new information do we
have? It might be checkmate.

I agree.

You do?

If this was a Francis
Martino movie,

I would have to say that

someone has gotten to you.

Well, this isn't a movie.

I might have something.

I was preparing materials
for Ashton Hayes's plea deal.

An LLC called
Bambina Incorporated

with the same address
as Pupetta's Restaurant,

434 Mulberry Street.

Turns out, Ashton Hayes
was their accountant.

Looks like he was
laundering mob money

through that business for years.

So, the Del Pontes
are still active.

That's good work, Kaya.

But how does it
fit with the case?

Wharton business school.

Explain.

Pupetta wanted Gene Jr. to work
with her in the restaurant,

maybe to replace Ashton Hayes.

Wharton's a business
school, right?

What was his major?

LinkedIn says it was
forensic accounting.

That fits.

No wonder Gene Sr. wanted
something else for his son.

Junior would've been
right in the middle

of a criminal enterprise.

I'm on his Instagram.
What is No Shave November?

Oh, I know. It's
when college students

let their hair grow
for cancer awareness,

but it's really just an
excuse for the stupid boys

to grow the silly mustaches.

Why? Look at this
picture of Gene Jr.

From his senior year at Wharton.

Shaggy, no glasses.

Um...

Look familiar?

That's uncanny.

Goldie and Junior
could be twins.

Or... some other relation.

Wasn't the FBI Goldie
was meeting in that motel

by the highway, and it
wasn't just to talk.

Alone at last.

Look, I'm getting my
stitches out, okay?

Please, I can't talk to you.

This whole thing was
just a big mistake.

No, it wasn't. You
did it for your son.

What do you know about it?

When your accountant Ashton
Hayes was arrested...

which I had something to
do with, small world...

Pupetta wanted Gene Jr. to take
his place cooking the books.

And you, naturally, wanted to
protect your son from that life.

I admire how much you love
and care for Gene Jr.,

especially since...

...he's not your own.

And not many men
could've done that.

So you know?

The question is, does Junior?

Nah.

No, we kept it from him.

Part of the deal.

And he never suspected?

He was tall, but, you know,
Pupetta kept his hair short.

We never touched it.

What was the deal?

I agreed to marry Pupetta
and raise the baby

if she promised to give
up the old business.

Which is what I thought we
were doing all these years.

Just running a restaurant.

But the truth came out when
Ashton Hayes was arrested?

I started asking questions,

and soon I found out I'd
been a stooge all along,

and my son was
gonna get in deep,

so I had to stop it.

But Pupetta wins. Always.

There was this case

I studied in law school

where a sister falsely confessed
to the murder of her brother

in order to get the body exhumed

and the case reopened.

And DNA then revealed
the real killer

and cleared the sister.

They got justice.

But what are you saying?

You want me to confess
to Goldie's murder?

That's the plan?

It's the only way to
legally compel a judge

to reopen Goldie's case.

Okay, you're right,
you're right.

That's crazy.

Now, look.

I'd confess for Gene Jr. if...

...I knew that the evidence
would lead to the real killer.

Is was Pupetta, wasn't it?

Ah. There's my son. Come
on, get out of here.

Um, you might want
to talk to him soon

before the truth comes out.

Now. Right.

We ready?

Yeah, let's go.

Just to warn you,
the director's cut

is five hours and 49 minutes.

Oh, my God. Even for
a diehard like me,

not all of it feels essential.

What exactly are
you looking for?

Oh, I'm not sure.

I never know what detail
is gonna be important.

Well, I hope you find something.

That Pupetta woman
is terrifying.

The commentary track
has a lot of nuggets.

Let's start there. Okay.

This is Francis Martino,

and welcome to this
special version

of my picture City
on a Knife Edge.

This next scene is
the one the Del Ponte family

asked me to cut.

It's a simple
interrogation of Pupetta

on the morning after the murder.

At first, I refused.

But then I found a dead
rat on my doorstep.

I never understood
what their issue was.

Everything was accurate,

from the actual
interview transcripts,

all the way down to
Pupetta complaining

about her broken nail.

Pupetta's broken nail?

She's wearing a Band-Aid.

Oh, my God.

Mom, wh... it's
1:40 in the morning.

What are you doing? I have
to call Kaya and Buzz.

You found something? Ah...

Francis Martino might
not have won an Oscar,

but he may have just
solved this case.

There's been a break
in the decades-old

Goldie Moresco murder case,
but authorities aren't making

the details public yet.

I can't believe they're
exhuming Goldie's body.

You actually called
Judge Crawford's bluff.

I hope you have the cards.

I have a reasonable assumption.

Gene Genetti made
a false confession.

If your hunch is
wrong, and the evidence

doesn't point to someone
else, he's going to jail.

I made all that clear to Gene.

He was willing to take
the risk for his son.

Well, the lab is
rushing the results.

I hope you're right.

...was thought
to be the victim of...

Do you remember where
you were in 1998?

The FDA had just
approved Viagra,

and here in New York, the
city was on a knife edge.

July 1, 1998, 11:00 p.m.,

Goldie Moresco

was finishing his night
right over there, on edge.

He had a glass of Nero d'Avola

and a plate of
spaghetti puttanesca.

The door opened,

but instead of Eddie Nova
coming to kill Goldie,

it was Pupetta Del
Ponte informing him

she was pregnant with his child.

What's
going on in here?

What's going on here?

Get the hell out
of my restaurant.

No.

Let her talk, Mom.

I have a feeling
I know the rest.

Goldie denied the baby was his.

You got mad.

What am I gonna tell me
dad? It's not my problem!

- He's gonna kill you, too.
- You told him...

"If you
don't do the right thing,

my father's gonna kill
us both," but Goldie,

ah, he didn't care.

You catted around
with half the guys

in this neighborhood, huh?

Kid could be anybody's.

Get lost.
You got even madder,

you scratched him on
the face.

Goldie tried
to push you off.

You picked up the
corkscrew from the bar

and stabbed it into his heart.

You bastard!

Gene,

you saw the whole
thing from the hallway.

You knew that she'd
killed a made man.

This was a big problem.
Hey, no! No, no, no, no.

Please, Pupetta.
Please don't shoot.

No, lis... l-let me help you.

But, Pupetta,
you thought fast.

You swung the gun to Goldie

and finished him
off... boom, boom...

in Eddie Nova's signature style.

Listen.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

And then
you made your deal.

Gene would report he was the
only one in the restaurant

and that Eddie Nova
was the killer.

And in exchange
you'd marry Gene,

who you knew was
in love with you,

and he would claim
the baby as his own.

Oh.

That's the story
that Gene told you?

It's BS. He's snowing you.

Yes, it's true that Gene was
obsessed with me that summer,

but when he saw me
and Goldie fighting,

he grabbed the corkscrew

and stabbed him.

And it was his
idea to shoot him,

like he was some kind
of hero or something.

And it was his plan to pin
the murder on Eddie Nova,

marry me, and then claim
that the baby was his.

That's a lie.

I was a 19-year-old kid,

he was a grown man who
took advantage of me

when I was in trouble.

Okay? He started the war

that took my entire family down.

We both know that isn't true.

Oh, yeah? Prove it.

When you scratched Goldie
and he pushed you away,

you dug your nails
into his chest

and tried to hang on.

Turns out, one of them
broke off under his skin.

And we found this
in Eddie's remains,

with the rhinestone
"little doll" design.

Custom-made, only for you.

And trace
elements of your DNA

were found on the corkscrew,
mixed in with Goldie's blood.

My DNA is not on file.
How is that even possible?

They can trace an unknown sample
to the closest familial match.

The same name came up
for both your blood

and Goldie Moresco's...
Gene Genetti Jr.,

your biological son.

You're the killer, Pupetta.

A Del Ponte to the core.

Lisette "Pupetta" Del
Ponte, you are under arrest

for the murder of Goldie Moresco

and for conspiring in
the attempted murder

of Gene Genetti Sr.

Hands behind your back.

You're gonna miss
thinking about me.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,

one will be appointed by...

You understand why we had to
keep this a secret for so long?

I saw his picture, I
always... kind of knew.

But you're still my dad.

Come here.

Which white whale
should we start with?

The Moresco case or my wife?

Your wife? I
actually arrested her

and wooed her
throughout her sentence.

It's a great story.

And just so you know,

it is lawful to marry
someone you arrested.

Let's start with
the Moresco case.

You're the boss.

He's so cute and industrious.

Mm, yeah, I know.

I'm thinking about
breaking up with him.

What?

Why? Well,

he doesn't like D.C.,
and I don't think

I want to move here,
so what's the point?

I mean, neither one of
us wants long-distance.

Sweetie, I know this was
an intense week, but...

I don't know, maybe
it was clarifying.

Is this because I approve?

No.

I don't know. It just...

it feels like too much.

But you seem so good together.

Do you have to make
this decision right now?

Teddy,

I need you to do sound.

Thanks.

Thank you for the help, E.T.

This is gonna be big.

Mm, mm, mm.

I like Roy, too.

They'll work it out.

Kids always blame their
parents when they're confused.

Or frustrated or
hungry or sad or...

One-stop shop, it's
always your fault.

Exactly. At least we
agree on something.

Give yourself a break.

Can I hug you really fast?

Aw, Elsbeth.

It's gonna be okay.

It might take some
trial and error,

but we'll find a good
match for Ms. Tascioni.

Gosh...

But it won't be the same.

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