All language subtitles for Law.And.Order.Organized.Crime.S02E01.WEB.x264

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.

- Three months ago,
Mr. Wheatley was apprehended

and charged with
multiple RICO counts,

including money
laundering, embezzlement,

drug trafficking, and assault,
crimes that could have led

to a minimum of 25
years behind bars.

Today, a judge will rule
whether Richard Wheatley

will receive a reduced sentence
for his substantial cooperation

with federal authorities on
several ongoing investigations.

- Your Honor, the
U.S. Attorney's Office

is profoundly indebted
to Richard Wheatley

for the information
he's provided,

the proffers he's
participated in,

and the doors he's opened,

and the light he shined into
some of the darkest corners

of the criminal underworld.

- Didn't I tell you,
baby? Didn't I tell you?

- Congratulations,
Mr. Wheatley.

- All charges dismissed.

That's a beautiful thing.
Thank your boss for me.

- Vince will be pleased.
It's well deserved.

- It's a pleasure doing business

with you and your team...

A life-changing,

soul-cleansing,
redemptive pleasure.

- We hope it doesn't end here.
- I'm determined that it won't.

Tell Vince I'm making plans.

I intend to do more good

than anyone ever
imagined that I could do.

I plan to make myself
the worst enemy

of every criminal organization
on the face of this earth.

- What happens now?

- They move you back to
Rikers to await trial

on the one outstanding
murder charge.

- Hey, where's your
boyfriend Stabler?

- See any harbor cops around?

- Nope.
- Yeah.

That's 'cause I made sure
there wouldn't be any.

Let's move.

Oh, what the hell?
All right, I got this.

Guys, what's the problem? All
right, we're cleared here.

- No problem, we just need
to inspect the container.

- Really?

- Go! Down! Down!
Everybody down!

- Show me your hands!
- Get down on your knees!

You! Down on your knees!

- Don't move!
- Come on out of there!

- Come out, out of this truck!
- Come on!

- All right, move it!

- How the hell did this happen?

We had everything prearranged
with the CBP unit.

- You're not here to
ask questions, Ayanna.

You're here to answer them.

- What exactly is your
strategy here, Sergeant?

Surely it wasn't to get
your undercover arrested

as a cocaine smuggler.

- Nobody was supposed to be
arrested, Chief Kilpatrick.

- Were you expecting that
the harbor unit not notice

that an entire container
crate had gone missing?

- This operation had been
underway for 2 1/2 months.

We knew the Kosta Organization

would be receiving a large
shipment of cocaine last night.

And we fully coordinated
with Harbor Patrol.

- Unfortunately, Sergeant
Bell, a narcotics task force

has been tracking dozens
of shipments of cocaine

across the supply
chain from Colombia.

And nobody was
coordinating with us.

- Sergeant Brewster.

So you had my
undercover arrested?

- Sergeant Bell...
- No.

That was a patrol unit
responding to a call for help.

We're on top of a
much bigger load

that's headed into
New York/New Jersey.

But your drugs had to have
come from the same cartel.

- Weren't you two both on
the same team in narco?

- We were supposed to be.

- Sergeant Brewster was
my commanding officer

when I was a narco detective.

- Congratulations on the
promotion, by the way.

Save it, Brewster.

What we want to know, Sergeant,

is whether this undercover
operation of yours

is getting anywhere.

What are we looking at?
How many more months?

How many more shootouts
in broad daylight

on the streets of New York?

How many more dead bodies
floating up in the East River

before you're ready to move
on these Albanian gangsters?

- My UC is definitely
making headway.

He's cultivating a relationship
with Reggie Bogdani,

one of the Kosta Organization's
mid-level lieutenants.

- I'm telling you, I had
harbor patrol in my pocket.

Those cops, they were suspect.

Hey, Eddie, don't you think
those cops were funky?

- Show me a cop that
ain't funky, Reggie.

- They're working for someone.

- Wagner, you're up.

Eddie Wagner.

- What's his deal, Reggie?
What's he gonna tell them?

- Nothing. Eddie's
good, all right?

He's done a few
jobs for me before.

He's infamous, trust me.

Back in the day, they
would call him Eddie Ashes.

- All right, cameras are off.

We got ten minutes.
What happened?

- Someone talked somewhere.

I don't think it was just
some harbor cops who just were

in the right place
at the right time.

- What did you see?
- Plenty of nothing.

But my man Reggie Bogdani, he
think it's four rogue cops.

- Because?

- Because the Harbor Patrol
guys on duty were well-greased.

They were supposed to let
that shipment through.

- And you agree with Reggie?

- I... yeah. Maybe.

But I tell you what, we're not
dealing with just four yahoos.

They were well organized.
This was choreographed.

- Okay, so how does this
shake out for you now?

- It's disruptive.

It makes the Albanians paranoid.

- Which makes it more
dangerous for you.

- I'm fine. I'll be fine.

I got Reggie's trust.

- How about on your
end? Any problems?

- Yeah, there's a
narcotics task force

that's been tracking the
same product we're tracking,

which is run by my old
sergeant, William Brewster.

- You told me about that
guy. Uh, the gunner.

- Mm-hmm. And he's
still gunning for me.

- Oh, it's okay.
She's cool. Okay.

- Hey, just want to let you
know he's gonna be released.

- Okay, what about the
other five Albanian guys

that are in the holding cell?

- Well, it seems that
there were no drugs

vouchered in connection
with the arrests,

so the only thing I
can charge them for

is a little scuffle
that their lawyers

are already characterizing
it as self-defense.

So the DA's office
is recommending

that we void all the arrests.

Thank you, Anne.
- Yeah.

- No drugs vouchered.

- I'ma get a manifest to see

which Harbor Patrol
cops work that dock.

- And you should be back on the
street within in a few hours.

- This ain't gonna be
pretty with Uncle Albi,

let me tell you that.

That was my shot, Eddie.

I was supposed to be
done running around town

roughing people up,
making collections.

- He's your boss, but he's
also your uncle, so...

- That what makes it worse.
All right? I blew it.

- Reggie, listen to me.
Listen to be. Relax.

This is business.
There was a hiccup.

You're smart. I'm smart.
We'll figure it out.

- You got no idea what
you're talking about.

- All right, that may be true,

but I'll tell you
what I do know.

You gave me a shot,
so I got your back.

My loyalty is to you, my man.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- All right, before we go in,

there's a couple things you
need to know about Albi.

Never look him in the
eye. It's like a dog.

You look him in the eye,
it's a sign of aggression.

Never contradict him.

And never make a
promise you can't keep.

You hear me?

- He's talking about Besa.
- What you know about Besa?

- Look, man, I ain't
rolling with no Albanians

without knowing your
code of honor, all right?

- Adjust, Howie!

He's coming at you
with the right hook!

Make the adjustment!

- Uncle Albi.
- Come on.

- That's it.
- Yes, that's it.

Take the opening.

You're golden,
Howie. You're golden.

Okay, take a break, boys.
But don't go anywhere.

What the hell happened?

- We had a little hiccup.

- Hiccup?

Tell him.

- He's got a lazy jab.

Overhand right,
Reg. Overhand right.

Overhand right. Reg,
overhand. Attaboy. Attaboy.

- Stop.

Who the hell is he?

- Uh, I work for Reggie, sir.

He invited me along
to help explain

how we're gonna get your
investment back for you.

- Did you hear
what he just said?

- Yeah, I did.

That's Eddie, Eddie Wagner.

He works for me.

- If he works for you,
why is he talking for you?

Come here.

So you're gonna
get my money back?

- No, sir.

We're gonna get your money back.

- Okay.

You got 48 hours.

That's a little taste of
what's going to happen

if you break your promise.

.

- So you remember I was telling
you about them bluebirds?

Yeah, you're not
gonna believe this,

but, uh, they're back.

Yeah. I don't know. You know.

Well, yeah, of course
they sound pretty,

but I mean, they're
so loud that, uh,

I don't sleep no more.

Bluebirds? Really?

- It's an algorithm.

It aggregates data
from all your texts

to select a new security
code every 24 hours.

- I was hoping for something
a little less flowery.

- Like, "Go ahead,
make my day?"

- You're profiling me again.

- All right, what's this
Albanian code of honor?

- Apparently, my honor depends
on me keeping my promise.

- Oh, you mean Eddie
Wagner's honor?

- Well, I don't
think Eddie Ashes

ever worried about his honor.

- So what about these
Harbor Patrol cops?

- This is the unit.
- Okay, I've seen that.

- There are a couple of guys
who transferred out last month.

- Show me them.

- Bingo! That's
him. That's our guy.

- Nice to meet you, Harbor
Patrol Officer Beau Campbell.

- So where'd
Campbell transfer to?

- Nowhere. Looks like
he left the force.

- Of course he did... He
found a better paying job,

boosting the Albanian's coke
off the back of their truck.

Who do you think he works for?

- Any rival gang.

The Italians, MS-13, one of the
triads, another Albanian clan.

- I'll tell you
what, you find him,

I'll get it out of him.

- Yeah, well, unfortunately,
he got a jumpstart on us.

- Unfortunately, it's pretty
hard to fly under the radar

when you're spending
money like Beau is.

He had a $600 dinner last night

at a swanky Hudson
Valley restaurant.

- Hope it was tasty.

That meal just cost
him a bid upstate.

- And this is outside
the restaurant.

- Who's the girl?

- That would be Sheri Thompson.

Beau's girlfriend
of three years.

No ring, and pretty vocal
about it on social media.

He tries to shut her up
with expensive presents.

- There we are.

So when she tells
you where Beau is,

you got to figure out a
way to get that information

to me and Reggie.

If you know what I mean.
- Yeah.

- Nice color.

I think they're calling it
"Cardinal Red" this year.

- Can I help you?

- We're looking
for Beau Campbell.

You know him?

- He was my boyfriend,
yeah, but we broke up.

I haven't seen him
in a few months.

- Except for last night
at the Roundhouse,

where you shared a $64
dry aged porterhouse

and two bottles of
the 2012 Barbaresco.

- Look, you can either come
with us, or you can let us know

where to find the big spender.

- Ma!
- Hmm?

- You smell that?
- Yeah, I do.

- Oh, ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho,
oh, I know what that is.

- Yeah!

- Oh, my God.

She's making tave kosi.

It's like, um, Albanian
quiche. Best in New York.

- Smells great, ma'am.

- What's the matter?

- He's not a
stranger. Come here.

Mom, meet Eddie Wagner.
Eddie, meet my mother.

- Nice to meet
you, Mrs. Bogdani.

She understand me?
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, she can hear us. She
just can't talk so good.

- Stroke?
- No, she got shot in the head.

You know, it messed
with her brain synapses,

screwed up her speech.

Give me a sec.

Yeah.

- Thank you.

Nice place you got here.

I'll wait for Reggie.

Or I'll drink it now.

Mmm, smells good.

Wow, it's really good.

I've never tasted
anything like that.

Reg.

What's she doing?

- Oh, she's, uh, she's
reading your grounds.

What do you got?

- She wants to know why you
don't tell her how you feel.

- Why I don't tell
her how I feel?

- The person you love.

Hey, hey. What do I know?

It's in the grounds.
I got to go.

Listen.

Guys, we don't
really like to talk

about stuff like that, okay?

Ma.

- Hey, don't be
so superstitious.

She only likes to talk to me.

She gets embarrassed about
how she sounds, you know?

I love you, Ma.

- That's him.

Don't move. Now listen to me.

Now, four of your former
co-workers recently went AWOL.

I want a name.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Did you not hear
what the man said?

Look, you got ten
seconds to recall.

- Okay, okay. Campbell.

The guy you want
is Beau Campbell.

- Where?

- He's got a... he's got
a cabin near Sloatsburg.

Up Reeves Brook, a mile
past the waterfall.

It's off the grid.

- Don't move. Stay put.

Breathe nice and easy.

No one gets hurt.

There are your car keys.

Go.

- Sergeant, it's Dawson.

They're on their
way to Sloatsburg.

Couldn't even tell which one
of them was your undercover.

- Good to know, Detective.
Thank you. Well done.

- What's a five-letter word

beginning with "A"
for "danger warning?"

- Mm.

Alarm?

- Oh. You're good at this.

- How you feeling,
Professor Wheatley?

- Better.

I, um, walked from here to the
corner drugstore yesterday.

Three whole blocks.

- That's good. That's progress.

No, no.

Yeah, I, um, I used to run
six miles every morning

before I taught a seminar
on statistical inference.

Who were you, um, talking
on the phone with?

- Uh, it was one
of my colleagues.

It wasn't Detective Stabler.

So has your doctor
said whether she thinks

you'll be well enough to testify

at the trial next month?

- Testify?

- For your ex-husband's trial.

For the murder of Kathy Stabler.

- Who hired you?
- What's going on?

What he's looking for?

- Where are my bricks?

- It's not here!

I'm just... I'm
just a middleman.

- For who?
- I don't know.

- For who?!

- It's just some guy.

Hired me and my boy for the run.

They paid cash, 150K.

- Who? Give me a name.
- I don't know.

- Give me a name.
- I don't know. I swear.

Red Bull!

- What?
- Red Bull!

I heard someone
call him Red Bull.

He's a Black guy, 25, maybe 30.
He drove a Cadillac Escalade.

- That could be, like, a
thousand different guys.

- No, no. He... he
had a gold tooth.

- All right.

I mean, there can't be that
many guys named Red Bull

with a gold tooth who could
pull off a boost like this.

We'll be able to find him.

- That's all I know.
I swear to God.

- Nobody likes a dirty cop.

.

- Hey, I... I'll be right back.

Hey.
- How you doing, buddy?

- Good.

- Got a few hours off. I
thought I'd pick you up.

Maybe me, you, and
Kathleen will grab dinner,

bring it back home.

- Oh, I'm having dinner
at Brett's tonight.

His mom's making lasagna.

- Lasagna. Nice.
- Yeah.

- Who's Brett? Do I know him?

- Brett Feeney.
You've met him. Twice.

- Oh, right. Yeah, Brett.

- Dad, I made the soccer team.

- Congratulations.

I knew you would,
man. Good for you.

- Thanks.

I wouldn't have even tried
out if you hadn't pushed me.

I miss you.

I know that you're doing work.

You know, you're the
only one that can do it,

and I just don't want
you to feel guilty.

- Thanks, man.
- Yo, Eli.

- Uh, they're waiting for me.
- Yeah, you do you.

- Beau Campbell's in custody.

He's in ICU in Bronx
Lebanon Hospital.

- Well, Bogdani
wanted to ice him.

So I made an executive decision.

- Yeah, well, I hope he talked

before you knocked
his lights out.

I couldn't get
anything out of him.

- They got paid cash, 150K
from a guy named Red Bull.

- Lance "Red Bull" Flowers.

- You know him?

- Yeah, he's with
the Marcy Killers.

They started off as a
street gang in Bed-Stuy,

but now they're run like a
multinational corporation.

- Where do they operate out of?

- Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan.

- Narrows it down.

- I'm sure their corners have
changed since I was a narco.

I'll reach out to Brewster,

see if he can get me a
map of their territory.

- Hey, I'll be right back.

And don't get her pregnant
while I'm in there.

- Don't worry. I'm
using protection.

- Why do we gotta wait for him?

- I'm working, baby.

If you wanna hang with me,
this is where we have to be.

- Everything with
you is about money.

- 'Cause you like nice things.

They don't pay for themself.

- Well, when we get home,

I'll show you how
much I appreciate you.

- Sorry to interrupt, ladies.
I'm looking for some party.

- Can't you see
I'm busy right now?

- You can't tell me
you're not working.

- How much you got?
- What will 100 get me?

- Move along, Pops.

- That better not be
my coke you're selling.

- Babe.

- I don't know where
you got your info from,

but if you don't
put that gun down,

I ain't responsible
for what happens next.

- Just give 'em the coke.

Yeah, you should listen to
her. All we want is a bag.

- Yeah, or I can just
blow her brains out.

- See?

That wasn't so bad, now, was it?

- What's going on?

- You want to tell
me where in the hell

you got that coke from?

- Insiders only.

As promised.

- Sit.

Where'd you get this?

- Marcy Killers.

They were selling it at
some rich kid's party

in the West Ville
for, like, 200 a gram.

- This is our coke.

- So what do you want to do?

- Paint the streets red with
the blood of the Marcy Killers.

.

- It's been a minute.

Nice to set eyes on you, Nova.

- It's good to
see you too, boss.

- So what's the good word?

- Lance got hold
of some new stuff.

Pure. Been selling like fire.

- So what's the problem?

- He jacked it from
the KO. They found out.

Does Mr. Webb know?

- Not yet.

Real talk?

Lance is my boy.

I don't want to
see him get hurt.

But he about to catch some heat.

- I'll handle it. Guard.

- Excuse me.

Hello.
- Mr. Webb, it's Hugo.

- I know that.

Listen, you'll never
guess who I'm dining with.

Congressman Kilbride.

- Well, please give the
Congressman my best.

Listen, we got a problem.

- Then get ahead of it.
- Oh, we way past that.

- Mr. Flowers. Miss Riley.

Both: Yes, sir.

- This is our
first time meeting,

and it's under less than
salubrious circumstances.

- Nova had nothing
to do with it.

I went rogue. I take
full responsibility.

- But Mr. Webb...

- That's a large plateful
of responsibility.

- He understands that, sir. But
I know he was planning on...

- I suggest you hold your
tongue, young lady...

Since right now,

you're not on the hotseat.

- I got an interesting
phone call today.

- From who?

- Congressman Leon Kilbride.

- Congressman Leon
Kilbride? What'd he want?

- To talk about Damon's
lawsuit against the NYPD.

- Oh, he's been following
it? That's crazy.

- He, uh, wants to meet us.

- Us?

- Well, he knows I'm
married to a police officer,

and he thinks this might
be a good opportunity

to reframe the conversation
around police misconduct.

- Oh, Lord, I can see where
this is going already.

- He's one of the
good ones, Ayanna.

He's been in the
fight his whole life.

- Look, I respect the man,
but I do not want to be used

as a pawn for someone's
political ambition.

- I want to meet him.

- We'll talk about this
later. I'll be right back.

Hey, Stabler, what
you got for me?

- Yeah. Confirmed.

The Marcy Killers are
on the streets dealing

the Kosta Organization's
stolen cocaine.

- So what are the Albanians
gonna do about it?

- Well, they got short tempers,
military grade weapons,

so they're going to war.

- We need to take a
more realistic approach.

- We need to avert a
street war at all costs.

- I see it differently.

Let them kill one another

and save us the
time and trouble.

- Regardless of
civilian casualties?

- The come into our harbor,
and they stole from our family.

- So you're proposing that we
blow up both of our operations?

- No, I'm proposing
that it's our job

to protect the lives
of innocent civilians

that could get gunned
down in the crossfire.

- They will learn
about our culture.

All: Yeah.
- About Besa!

All: Yeah!

- And I will point
out that the mayor

and the police commissioner

made a pledge to the public
that we do just that.

- Sergeant Bell,
Sergeant Brewster,

that's enough.

Sergeant Bell is right.

We don't want an all-out
war on the streets.

And the two of you are
gonna work together

to make sure that
doesn't happen.

- Work together, how?

- A joint task force.

- What?
- Who's in charge?

- Both of you. Co-commanders.

- If you are with us...

You are with us.

.

- PSU is in position.

- Damn.

- Albanians have
left the building.

KO is on their way.

- Everybody, take your places.

- Hey.

We are en route.

- What's happening?

- Albi's calling it off.

- Eat a little something.

- Thank you, honey.

So why did you call off the hit?

- Sit tight.

Here's to my oldest
daughter getting married.

- Gezuar.

- You guys see that
bling on her finger?

$40,000.

How many Italians her
fiancé gonna have to kill

to pay me back for that, huh?

- Next I gotta get Ro hitched.

You know, she's pushing for a
Lamborghini for her birthday.

I mean, these girls,
they want it all.

- What about Jozi?
- What? What about Jozi?

- Well, what does she want?

- Well, nothing except for
me to be healthy and happy.

Boys, if you have daughters,

may you all have a
daughter like Jozi.

Who is that?

- That's Eddie.
Reggie's friend.

- Yeah. That's my boy.

Eddie Ashes. He's
good. He's an ex-con.

- Well, good for him.
- Yeah.

- Why don't you get me a drink?

- Uncle Albi!

- Hey, Joz.

- Hi, Reggie.

- Ma.

- How's it going, Eddie?

- I thought I left
my bartending days

back in Chicago
when I left there.

- Well,
you're lucky to be here.

You know, they don't have a lot
of outsiders at Kosta's house.

Surprised Albi asked you.

- So that's Jon Kosta, huh?
- Yeah.

He wants you to
make him a drink.

- Yeah? What's he drink?
- I don't know.

You're the bartender.

- Reggie.

Who's your friend over
there with the sexy buns?

- Really? Sexy buns?

- Ah, uh-huh. Okay.

She says his coffee grounds
are full of misfortune,

so stay away.

And I think that
you're full of crap,

but I love you.

- Our guests have arrived.

- Guests?

- I believe this belongs to you.

- Where's the missing brick?

- If things go well between
us, I'll make you whole.

- What does that mean,
if things go well?

- The theft of your product
was not orchestrated

by the Marcy Corporation.

- Ah, is that right?

Well, then how come it gets
dropped off on my couch by you?

- That little
heist on the docks,

that was an insurrectionist act

by a rogue member
of my organization.

But hell, he'd like to apologize

and ask your forgiveness.

- Mr. Kosta,

if there's anything I can
do to earn your forgiveness,

you just let me
know and I got...

- Usually, I shoot people that
get caught stealing from me.

- Come on, man. You
don't have to do that.

- Maybe I'll shoot you too!

- Now there's an option.

But we both know that
every business decision

comes with consequences.

- You know what, since you
brought me back my product,

I'd love to hear
what you have to say.

- All right.

The Marcy Corporation is
not looking to be at war

with the Kosta Organization.

We recognize your strength,

and we would rather work
with you than against you.

- I'll tell you something,
a partnership between Webb

and the Kosta Organization,
nobody can touch us.

Hey, Reggie. Where's my drink?

- Got it right here, Mr. Kosta.

I had it chilling for you.

- Hang on.

Whoa, that's nice.
What is that?

- Yeah, bourbon and amaretto.

Used to make it all
the time at Chicago.

Called the Godfather.

Hey, am I supposed to trust him?

- Reggie likes him.

- Yeah, well, I'm not sure I do.

- You hear that?
- Yeah.

.

- PSU is in position.

- Damn.

- Albanians have
left the building.

KO is on their way.

- Everybody, take your places.

- Hey.

We are en route.

- What's happening?

- Albi's calling it off.

- Eat a little something.

- Thank you, honey.

So why did you call off the hit?

- Sit tight.

Here's to my oldest
daughter getting married.

- Gezuar.

- You guys see that
bling on her finger?

$40,000.

How many Italians her
fiancé gonna have to kill

to pay me back for that, huh?

- Next I gotta get Ro hitched.

You know, she's pushing for a
Lamborghini for her birthday.

I mean, these girls,
they want it all.

- What about Jozi?
- What? What about Jozi?

- Well, what does she want?

- Well, nothing except for
me to be healthy and happy.

Boys, if you have daughters,

may you all have a
daughter like Jozi.

Who is that?

- That's Eddie.
Reggie's friend.

- Yeah. That's my boy.

Eddie Ashes. He's
good. He's an ex-con.

- Well, good for him.
- Yeah.

- Why don't you get me a drink?

- Uncle Albi!

- Hey, Joz.

- Hi, Reggie.

- Ma.

- How's it going, Eddie?

- I thought I left
my bartending days

back in Chicago
when I left there.

- Well,
you're lucky to be here.

You know, they don't have a lot
of outsiders at Kosta's house.

Surprised Albi asked you.

- So that's Jon Kosta, huh?
- Yeah.

He wants you to
make him a drink.

- Yeah? What's he drink?
- I don't know.

You're the bartender.

- Reggie.

Who's your friend over
there with the sexy buns?

- Really? Sexy buns?

- Ah, uh-huh. Okay.

She says his coffee grounds
are full of misfortune,

so stay away.

And I think that
you're full of crap,

but I love you.

- Our guests have arrived.

- Guests?

- I believe this belongs to you.

- Where's the missing brick?

- If things go well between
us, I'll make you whole.

- What does that mean,
if things go well?

- The theft of your product
was not orchestrated

by the Marcy Corporation.

- Ah, is that right?

Well, then how come it gets
dropped off on my couch by you?

- That little
heist on the docks,

that was an insurrectionist act

by a rogue member
of my organization.

But hell, he'd like to apologize

and ask your forgiveness.

- Mr. Kosta,

if there's anything I can
do to earn your forgiveness,

you just let me
know and I got...

- Usually, I shoot people that
get caught stealing from me.

- Come on, man. You
don't have to do that.

- Maybe I'll shoot you too!

- Now there's an option.

But we both know that
every business decision

comes with consequences.

- You know what, since you
brought me back my product,

I'd love to hear
what you have to say.

- All right.

The Marcy Corporation is
not looking to be at war

with the Kosta Organization.

We recognize your strength,

and we would rather work
with you than against you.

- I'll tell you something,
a partnership between Webb

and the Kosta Organization,
nobody can touch us.

Hey, Reggie. Where's my drink?

- Got it right here, Mr. Kosta.

I had it chilling for you.

- Hang on.

Whoa, that's nice.
What is that?

- Yeah, bourbon and amaretto.

Used to make it all
the time at Chicago.

Called the Godfather.

Hey, am I supposed to trust him?

- Reggie likes him.

- Yeah, well, I'm not sure I do.

- You hear that?
- Yeah.