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[dramatic music]

- How's Mom doing?

- She keeps thinking that Joey's calling her.

I'm thinking about going through her phone.

[cell phone buzzing]

Joey?

[indistinct shouting]

- Recently, there's been an uptick in gang-related

violence in your parish.

- The Holy Father has designs for all of us.

- Where the Camorra is, there is death.

They'll come after all of us for giving up Rocco.

- Uncle Rocco's old news.

- Someone knew I was investigating the Camorra,

and they wanted it stopped.

- You robbed my family of everything we had.

- I gave you a chance at a new life in America,

and you blew it.

- [grunts]

* *

- Pietro, no!

[gunshot]

[siren wailing]

- He was going to--

he was-- he was going to--

- Take him outside.

Sergeant, take him outside.

* *

- You nailed you prelim.

And I know they're still investigating the crime scene,

but all that matters right now is what you say.

- Sure.

- Do you understand, Eli?

Now, do you really understand?

- I-I understand.

- I've been before these IAB assholes four goddamn times,

and I'm still here.

What's my secret?

Whatever the hell happened is between you and your god,

nobody else.

- Uh, maybe I should have my rep here.

- What? Don't be a dick. Only guilty cops do that.

Just stick to the facts.

You identified yourself, right?

- Um...

- You identified yourself.

You saw the shooter draw a gun,

realized he was gonna shoot an undercover.

- Mm-hmm. - You did your duty.

It was a clean shoot.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing] - Oh, sorry.

- For Christ's sakes,

they should be giving you a goddamn medal, kid.

- [chuckles softly] - Hey, I'm proud of you, man.

- Hey, I'm checking in.

Call if you need me. Uh, I'm--I'm here.

- [sighs curtly]

Let's get this over with.

- Have you talked to anyone about the investigation?

- No, sir.

- Not even your father?

- No. It's against protocol.

- Were you aware

that Detective Stabler and I have a history?

- Why are you asking me about him, about my dad?

- Because I've found myself investigating

yet another officer-involved shooting

involving yet another Stabler.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing] - Sorry.

- Do you need to get that?

I know you and your wife are expecting.

- No, we're not expecting for six weeks.

* *

- Yes.

It's Pietro.

- "Conflicting reports"? What are you talking about?

- According to several eyewitness statements,

Pietro Spezzano may have been lowering his weapon

when you used lethal force.

[cell phone ringing, buzzing]

Seriously, Officer Stabler, you may answer that.

- [inhales deeply]

- And you were there... - Yes.

- When he died? - Yes.

- I know who killed him.

The police might have shot him,

but it was my brother who killed him.

It was Rocco.

He has brought the cancer here, and now he's taken my Pietro.

- Isabella, your brother is in maximum security in Italy.

- [scoffs] You should know better than that.

- Once our investigation is concluded,

if I fail to clear you of wrongdoing,

you'll go before a grand jury.

As of now, you're on sick leave

and will meet with the psychologist for a follow-up.

Good day, Officer Stabler.

[tense music]

- Good day.

[cell phone chiming]

* *

- You cannot ignore your phone like this,

especially now.

You need to be down here.

Becky is okay, but she needs you here.

The baby is doing fine,

but you need to get down here as soon as you can.

- Hey, come on. We can see the rugrat now.

- [sighs]

- Oh. - Looks kind of scrawny, hmm?

- That's what preemies look like.

- Yeah, undercooked. - What an ass.

Doc said that six weeks is not dire,

but it's obviously not ideal.

So, Mama, what do you think? - Oh.

- Another great-grandbaby to sneak you candy, huh?

- Oh, Joe.

Honey, he's-- he's just perfect.

[gasps] Let's name him Joe, Jr.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- [sighs]

[tense music]

* *

- I can't believe this place still doesn't have a bar.

- [chuckles] Funny, Dad.

- Yeah, well, cups were donated by the nurses down the hall.

- Oh, that's nice of them.

- He's gonna be fine. - [sighs]

- He's a Stabler. We're tougher than we look.

- I hope that's true.

- Hey, I'd like to tell you that the feelings of, you know,

you're not doing anything right

and you're constantly worried that you're messing up

will fade, but they don't.

It's all part of it.

- So no different than a relationship?

- [laughs]

I'm not gonna touch that one.

Scariest thing you're ever gonna do...

and the best.

- I don't know what I'm doing. - Yeah, you know, you just--

you just get yourself right, and the rest will follow.

[cell phone buzzes]

- [scoffs] Well, that might be the harder ask at the moment.

Becky's awake... [scoffs]

And very hungry.

You don't have to stay.

I got this.

Thanks.

- You get the picture?

- Oh, Lord. This boy got your ears.

- [chuckles] Yeah, I know. Poor kid.

- How's Eli doing with the investigation?

- I wouldn't know.

He doesn't talk to me about it. - Oh, that's good.

He's following protocol.

So I wanted to let you know, uh...

I got a heads-up that Moses Warren

asked to be assigned to Eli's case.

- Oh, that son of a bitch. He tries to sink my career.

Now he's gunning for Eli?

- Yeah, I don't like it either,

but Eli will get through it.

Reyes has his IAB interview this afternoon.

- All right. - So how'd it go with Isabella?

Was it rough?

- Yeah, it was rough.

It wasn't the time or place to tell her either,

but she said something.

I want to-- I want to look into it.

Any word on Roman? - No.

Forensics from the shooting came back,

and they found some of his blood in the alley

behind the brewery.

I put out an APB to all the hospitals

and urgent cares in the area, so hopefully he'll turn up.

- Hopefully.

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Did you find Roman? Is he all right?

- Isabella, I can't discuss the case.

- Well, just tell me if he's alive, for God's sake.

- We have reason to believe he survived the shooting.

- [sighs]

Thank you.

Thank you. Come, come.

I have something to show you.

[door creaking]

I found this in Pietro's room.

- Where'd he get it?

- Oh, there's only one answer.

Rocco is here.

Our father gave the gun to my brother.

He passed it on to Roman.

It's a tradition, an evil tradition.

- And you think Roman gave it to Pietro

as part of the initiation?

- There's no other explanation.

Rocco's here. I can feel it.

I know he's pulling the strings.

- Or Roman is. - No, no, Roman, no.

That's insane.

What, you think Roman is suddenly a criminal mastermind?

- Has he reached out to you?

- No.

No, I would have told you.

What?

- How can I believe you?

- Because...

I'd rather have Roman judged by 12 than carried by 6.

- I'm guessing your deposition

with the ADA went well this morning?

- Yeah, with Acosta in custody,

Carisi can't wait to get his case

against Los Santos back on track.

- All right, that undercover police work paid off.

Good job, Detective. - Thanks.

- Oh, and your interview with IAB with Moses Warren--

yeah, just, you know-- you know the drill.

Say what you saw. - Good luck with IAB.

- Thanks.

- Hey, uh, Vargas... - Yeah.

- Want you to get me eyes on Rocco Spezzano.

- But he's in prison.

- And from what I remember,

they have an extensive security system.

- Are you asking me to--

- Yes, hack their system.

- I can try. [keyboard clacking]

- I thought we already verified that he was behind bars.

- Yeah, we did. Now we're confirming it.

- All right. - Oh, yeah.

Where are we with the brewery shooting?

- Six Camorra, mostly kids,

four Los Santos, all dead at the scene.

But there have been multiple arrests made.

IAB is getting statements from survivors at the hospital.

Oh, speaking of IAB interviews--

- I've got my meeting tomorrow with them.

- Okay. - Bingo! Uh...

All right, according to the prison registry,

Rocco Spezzano is in cell number 217.

There. - Is that his cell?

- Yeah. - Okay, zoom in on that guy.

[keyboard clacking]

That's not Rocco.

Sarge? - Yeah.

- This is not Rocco.

Back in the day, I interviewed the man for 9 1/2 hours.

That is not Rocco Spezzano.

- Vargas, pull up the arrest mug shot.

- Okay. [keys clacking]

Holy shit, that's not Rocco.

- He must have bribed the officials

and had the guards move in some other inmate.

Rocco might be here.

- Yeah, but we don't know that yet.

Also, I just got a call from Father De Luca.

- Yeah? What's he want? - To talk to you.

Go down there, hear him out.

I'll call Europol and tell 'em that Rocco Spezzano

may not be incarcerated anymore.

- Like I said, I saw Detective Stabler.

I turned back.

Pietro Spezzano had his gun pointed at me.

- Did you think he was gonna shoot you?

- I'm not a mind reader.

- Was his finger on the trigger?

- I can't see that far.

- I understand you were involved in the beating

of a suspect last year.

- That case was resolved. - Yes, quietly.

And yet I'm still asking about it.

- I don't know what any of this has to do with you.

- Frankly, I'm looking for some truth.

Did you see Pietro Spezzano lower his weapon

before Officer Stabler shot him?

- [exhales sharply]

- [clears throat]

- One moment, please.

Detective.

- Father. - Thank you for coming.

I didn't know who else to turn to.

I have to ask about the children,

the ones in custody after that terrible tragedy.

Many of the parents attend this church,

and they've asked me to speak to you on their behalf.

- Okay, well, you can tell them

that I can't talk about the case.

My opinion is that their sons are in a hell

of a lot of trouble, so they should lawyer up,

and if they need recommendations

for good public defenders, I'm happy to provide.

- That's kind of you.

This has all been such a shock. - Mm.

- So many unanswered questions.

I personally was wondering,

was Roman Spezzano amongst the dead?

- Like I said, I can't talk about the case.

- Oh, of course. I understand.

Thank you for coming.

* *

- The good father was fishing.

He wants to find Roman before we do.

- I just got off with Europol.

They're putting a search alert out on Rocco Spezzano.

- Well, good luck with that. I mean, they are Italian.

[cell phone chimes] Hey, hold on a second.

- Mm-hmm.

[explosion, car alarms wailing]

Elliot?

* *

Elliot?

* *

[door opens] - Where a local church

was rocked by an explosion in an attempted assassination

of an NYPD detective... [door closes]

- Hey. - Hey. What's up?

- Well, with Eli and Becky gone and, uh, you know,

your car getting blown up,

I thought I'd bring you some supper.

- Oh, thanks. Brisket? - Oh, the best brisket.

- Who's with Mom? - Kathleen.

She took her to the movies.

And she knows not to talk about Eli's situation.

It'll just bring Dad up.

So how's the, uh--

how's the noggin?

That kaboom trigger your TBI?

- A little ringing in my ears, but my head's fine.

Talk to Eli? - Yeah.

He's hanging tough. - Oh.

Sick leave, yeah?

- Yeah, just till the case gets squared,

but, you know, it gives him a chance

to be with Becky at the hospital

and get to know his kid.

- Still no name. - Yeah, it's weird, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- I think they're waiting for him

to get out of that easy-bake oven.

- Hey. - Yeah?

- You and me, we got to talk.

- About what?

- Mom. Um, the thing at the hospital.

- Mom's fine, all right?

We're not at DEFCON 1, not yet.

But the phone calls she keeps talking about from Joey?

- Yeah.

- I think they're real.

- Based on what?

- Well, her phone rang, and I picked it up.

- Was he on the line?

- I don't know.

- Where did the call come from?

- [sighs] It was a restricted number.

- All right, look, next time it happens,

just let me know.

- I'm telling you-- I got a feeling about this.

- Yeah.

- [breathing shakily]

Fa--Fa-- Father.

- Roman, my God.

Hey, you can't be here.

They'll see you. - Father, I'm--I'm hurt.

I think I'm dying, Father. Help me, please.

- Stay here. I'll get my car.

[tense music]

[car horn honking]

[tires screeching, Isabella speaking Italian]

- Hurry! I need help!

I was coming in for morning Mass.

He was hiding in the alley. - Grazie!

- I did what I could, but I'm afraid

the infection's set in. - The barn, the barn.

- I'm sorry.

I have to get back before I'm missed.

- [speaking Italian]

[gasps] Don't worry.

Oh.

He's burning up. Go in my medicine chest.

You get the ampicillin. Quick.

- Okay. - Amore.

- [breathing shakily]

Rocco's here.

- I know.

- And s-so is she.

- Lucia?

- They came here a year ago.

* *

They wanted to kill you.

I told them that I would only help them

if they swore not to touch you.

And now Pietro's dead, and it's all my fault.

- No, no, no, no, no. No, you must not say that.

It's not true.

- I-I-I want to do what you did back in Naples.

- No, they won't let you.

They will kill you before you testify.

Quiet. Quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Father?

- Oh. Good morning, Sister.

- Where have you been, Father?

- Tending the sick, Sister.

- He wants to see you.

- Now?

- Yes. Now, Father.

- Of course.

- Is that what I think it is?

- The church and the surrounding area.

- Vargas called in a favor.

- And my boys in JPL gave us a few hours

with one of their CubeSats.

Her name is Ronnie.

- And what's Ronnie gonna do for us?

- Verify that the bomb was put in your car

while it was parked outside the church.

- Oh, I want to see this, then.

- Here's our suspect by your car.

- Uh-huh.

- That's you walking out of the church.

You pass the suspect,

and you're walking towards your car,

stopped for something, and-- - Boom.

We need to question the priest again.

- Yeah, speaking of that, I called him last night,

this morning.

The church personnel have not seen or heard from him.

I think De Luca's gone AWOL.

- We need to talk to the church staff.

Somebody knows something. - Well, I'm happy to.

- No, IAB.

Reyes, you go.

- Done deal.

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me.

I'm looking for the Sister Superior,

Sister Mary Leo-Gene?

Thank you.

- More tea, Detective?

- Oh, no, thank you. I'm okay. Thank you.

Um...

when was the last time you saw Father De Luca?

- Before Mass.

Have a cookie.

- Were you here when the car bomb went off?

- Yes. I heard it, and I ran outside.

- Did you see anything odd, maybe someone running away?

- No.

No, I don't think so.

- Have you seen him recently?

- Oh, sweet Roman.

No, I have not seen him since Fernando's funeral.

- Have you ever seen this man?

- No, I have never seen him.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Thank you for your time, Sister.

- God bless you, Detective.

[sighs]

* *

[speaking Italian]

- [speaking Italian]

[ominous music]

* *

[line trilling]

- Hey. How's it going?

- Hey, uh, thanks for helping me out

with this, uh, computer stuff there, Kyle.

I appreciate it. - Oh, sure.

- Do you want some lunch?

- Uh, no, Mom. - Who are you talking to?

- Oh, this is my friend Kyle.

Here. Say hi to my mom, Kyle.

- Hey, Mrs. Stabler.

Uh, I work with your son-- well, your other son.

- Uh-huh.

Randall, have you seen my phone anywhere?

- Uh, no, Ma.

- I just--I can't find it anywhere.

- Oh, Mom, you know what?

The cooking show you like is just about to start.

- Ooh, I'm so glad you reminded me.

Yes, good.

- Hey, thanks for helping me out here, buddy.

- Is that your mom's phone?

- Yeah, she's been getting calls

from a restricted number,

and I was hoping that you could trace it.

- You know, it's probably just a telemarketer.

- Well, maybe,

but, uh, between you and me, I think it's Joe, Jr.

- Randall, uh, this is still an active case, okay?

And--and a very big one

with international implications.

Look, Bell talks about it all the time.

Look, I shouldn't be talking about this, okay?

I-I can't talk about it. - Hey, listen.

I just need to know if it's him, okay?

I promise you, I won't jam you up.

- [sighs] Okay. Okay.

Fine.

Um, just upload her data to the cloud.

- To the what?

- Plug her phone into the USB port.

[dramatic music]

* *

[cell phone chirps]

- Uh, hey, listen.

Um, let's, uh-- let's not say anything

about this to my brother, okay?

* *

- According to your statement at the scene,

you did not witness the shooting

of Pietro Spezzano.

- Correct.

- But you were present at the shooting of Pietro Spezzano?

- Correct.

- What exactly did you see?

- When I entered the situation, it was very chaotic.

I saw Detective Reyes, who was undercover with Los Santos,

engaged in a firefight

with members of the Spezzano clan.

I then witnessed Pietro Spezzano

lift his gun in the direction of Detective Reyes.

I did not see who shot and killed Pietro.

- But you believed, at the time,

it was your son, Eli Stabler, who fired?

- Yes.

- Is that why you broke protocol?

- What do you mean?

- You were heard telling your son...

"Get out of here."

- That's incorrect.

I told his FTO to take him outside

to debrief him.

- His FTO claims otherwise.

- If that's what he thinks he heard, that's on him,

but I know the protocol.

After an officer-involved shooting,

the officer involved shall remain on the scene.

But I'll tell you this.

Whether this were my son or not,

it doesn't matter.

I didn't believe, and I don't believe,

that a rookie officer three weeks out of the academy

who has just engaged in his first firefight

should be standing over the body of someone

he may or may not have shot.

So, you know, if you're chasing a bad cop,

you might want to look into Sergeant Hunt.

* *

- I'm telling you, Sarge, I got a vibe

from Sister Mary Leo-Gene that she's hiding something.

- Well, I need a little bit more than vibes.

Vargas, you still have access to Ronnie?

- Uh... [keys clacking]

For another half an hour.

- Okay, pull up satellite from Reyes's interview with the nun.

[keyboard clacking]

- The signature on the right is Reyes.

The nun heads back in.

- Where'd she go?

- Maybe a section of metal roof?

- I saw something like this

back in Narcotics involving a cartel using tunnels.

Let me see it again.

[keyboard clacking]

I think they've got a false wall.

- A false wall? You're kidding.

- Yep.

Vargas found digital paperwork from a year ago.

The money the church got from that Naples shell corp

was used to hire five different contractors.

- The only reason why you'd do that is to build a secret room.

- Took some doing, but I got a warrant for the church.

- All right. I'll meet you there.

[explosion]

- NYPD! Warrant!

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music]

* *

- [sighs]

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

- Unis just located the priest's car.

They found bloody napkins from the Spezzano brewery

in the back seat.

- Father De Luca was obviously working for Rocco.

- Roman went to him for help.

- That's why he got tortured.

Rocco wanted to know where he hid Roman.

- Isabella's farm.

That's where he had to have taken Roman.

- Local PD is not gonna send unis out there

based on your gut.

- That's why I'm calling her.

[cell phone ringing]

- [sighs]

Gia.

They're coming. We have to get ready.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Nonna, I don't understand.

- My brother, Rocco, is coming.

- Uncle Rocco's in jail. - He's out.

And my sister Lucia is with him.

- Oh, God.

- Roman, you have to stay out of sight.

Rocco and Lucia are coming to kill you.

- Let them try.

I can still shoot.

[dramatic music]

* *

[door rattles]

- You might as well turn around.

You know I'll shoot.

- We are not armed. - Mm.

- Just give us Roman.

We'll leave you and Gia in peace.

- You're too late.

I already turned him over to the police.

- You rat. You were rat in Naples.

You rat here now? - [chuckles]

Lucia, she's playing you,

just like she did when we were kids.

He's here, and you're gonna tell us where.

- One more step, I kill you both.

* *

You already took Pietro. I will not give you Roman.

Ah!

- Where is he?

- I'll never tell...

ever.

- Go search at the barn.

* *

[horse neighs]

* *

[horse neighing]

[door opens, gunshot]

- Ah!

[gun cocks]

- Make her talk.

- You got a nice house here, a lot of nice things.

- [whimpering]

No, no, no, no. No!

[gasping]

[groans, screams]

[tool snaps]

[screaming]

[cell phone ringing]

- Hey.

- Any sign of Rocco?

- Well, there's a church van.

It's wedged inside the front gate,

so I would call that a sign.

- Stay put. I'll call it in.

- Got it.

* *

- [screaming]

- No, stay with me now.

- [sighing]

[flesh sizzling]

- [screaming]

- Yes, we have a lot to talk about.

But first...

should I take your thumb next, huh?

Or maybe your toe.

- Drop it. Drop it! Drop it!

Drop it now! Drop it!

Sit down. Sit down!

- [sobbing]

- [speaking Italian]

* *

- [whimpering]

- [speaking Italian]

- Rocco-- Rocco went to the barn.

Roman and Gia are there.

[sobs]

- All right.

She moves, shoot her.

* *

- [groaning]

- [speaks Italian] - [speaks Italian]

[gasping]

- [sighs] - [breathing shakily]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

* *

[distant gunshots]

- Gia, are you all right?

Are you okay?

- [breathing shakily]

- Stay here.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Local PD found Lucia's habit

in an abandoned truck down the road.

- Obviously local guys are doing a grid search for her.

- What do we know about Roman now?

[cell phone buzzing]

- He's en route to the hospital.

The DA is gonna meet us there.

He wants to turn state's evidence against the Camorra.

What's going on? - Oh.

Something's up with my mother.

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

- You're keeping something from me.

I can feel it. - No, I'm not.

- It's Eli, isn't it?

- Mom, you need to calm down.

- Oh, don't you talk to me like I'm crazy!

I am not being crazy. I want to know what's happened.

I need to talk to Elliot.

Where's Elliot? [door opens]

Oh, Elliot. Thank God. - Hi. Yeah.

- Please, tell me what I'm not being told.

- Okay. All right, come on.

Come on.

- A police-involved shooting?

- That's what he's being investigated for.

We didn't want to tell you because--

- Because of your father. - Yeah.

- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

* *

So what do you think?

- I hope he gets cleared.

- No, no, I'm asking you what you think.

You know, what-- what is Eli gonna be?

- I don't understand, Mom. What do you mean?

- Well, is he gonna be a cop like you or...

a cop like your father?

[somber music]

* *

- [clears throat, sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

[knocks]

- Hey. - Hey.

- [chuckles] Hey.

- Is Grandma all right?

- Yeah, yeah, she's, uh...

Yeah. Randall took her home.

- Yeah?

- How you doing? - I'm okay.

- Babe, could you get me some gummy bears

from the vending machine downstairs?

- Sure, babe. Yeah. - Thank you.

- You look great, rested.

- [chuckles] So do you, considering.

- Mm.

- Eli told me what happened to your car.

- Yeah, I needed to get a new one anyway.

That was pretty slick with the gummy bears.

You want to talk to me?

- [inhales deeply]

[sighs]

- Okay.

- So, um...

I would never say this to Eli's face...

but I...

But I hope they kick him out.

You know I would support him in anything he wants to do--

anything.

But I don't think he really wants this.

I mean, from the things he's said

and the talks that we've had...

I feel like he does it for you...

Or some family thing that he feels like he has to do.

* *

He just really loves you.

And he doesn't want to disappoint you.

* *

I am so scared.

- Come here.

* *

[whispering Breathe.

- [sighs deeply]

* *

- What in the Sam Hell is all this?

- It's the decrypted data dump from your mom's cell phone.

And, uh, it looks like Mrs. Stabler

has indeed received a number of restricted calls.

They're all from, uh, random area codes

in different parts of Europe.

- So Joey's in Europe?

- Well, I have no way of knowing

if he made those calls.

- All right, well, how about where in Europe?

- Well, a lot of these calls are coming

from the same cell tower in Amsterdam.

It's located right next to a nightclub.

- So how do we know if Joey's been there?

[keys clacking] - We try geotagging it.

- Geo what?

- It's a-- just a thing that people do.

It ties their social-media posts to a time and place,

so we can see the pictures from that club near the time

those posts were made. - You can do this?

[keyboard clacking]

Well, get to it.

[keyboard clacking]

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Hey, wait, wait. Wait, wait.

Go--uh, go back. [keyboard clacking]

Yeah, keep going. Stop.

No way.

That little punk.

Can you check to see if there's any more photos of him?

[keys clacking]

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Holy shit.

We found him.

- Wow.

Is that a fancy new uniform,

or did I interrupt your evening?

- I was on a Hinge date when you called.

You did me a favor. He was a hard-core vegan.

A little much for me. - Yeah?

Glad I could be of service.

So anything?

- I won't waste your time on cause of death.

I think we're all pretty clear on that.

- Yeah.

- No defensive wounds, no signs of a struggle.

- Signs of torture, of course. - Not much to speak of.

- Oh.

- She meant something to you?

- [sighs]

Yeah, an old CI of mine from my days in Italy.

She helped me make my bones with the Italian authorities.

I helped her...

escape her situation.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah.

Any luck with positive ID?

- We're still waiting for her file from Italy,

but we did a familial match from her brother's DNA

at the crime scene.

- Mm-hmm.

From her or the finger? - What finger?

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- Never mind.

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[wolf howls]