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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.

- This task force
is investigating

the Marcy Killers.

- You're cutting
into Marcy Killer business.

- I'm just trying
to make it out there.

[gunshot]

- The Brotherhood
is out of hand.

They think they can
get away with anything.

- Nice night for a heist.
- Frank.

- I want to go
to the police station.

Let me out of this car!
[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

- Jessie Santos?

- My dad, your dad,
their whole crew,

they worked the streets.

And if the streets
offered up a little,

they'd put it
in their pocket.

- I don't think
that was my pop.

- The only people
looking out for cops

are other cops.

It was true then.
It's true now.

♪

[upbeat rock music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Free shots!
I'm buying!

- Hey, guys, guys,
listen to this.

My very pregnant
and beautiful wife Bridget...

- Oh.
- Thinks that I

should be in the delivery room
for the birth of Frank Jr.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
I don't think you should.

You will be.
[laughter]

- So I told Bridget
that I will not be

in the delivery room.

I will be
down at my favorite bar,

passing out cigars
and having a few drinks

in celebration.

I don't need to be in there

biting off the umbilical cord.
Right, honey?

- You are so cute.
Isn't he cute?

- I am cute, right?
- You're such an idiot.

- Well--
- He will be there.

This baby needs some beef.

- You want any buns?
- Uh, no, just the beef.

- All right.
There you are.

- [sighs]
My appetite.

- He never told me--

how'd you guys meet?

- You want the nice story
or the truth?

- The truth.

- Well, the truth is
that I was his girlfriend.

You know how married guys
always like to say

"I love you,
I'm gonna leave

my wife for you."
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well--
- And he actually did.

- Beautiful wedding.
Nice house.

For a dick, he's not a bad guy.

And now I've got this
little soccer player in here,

giving me the run for my money.

- Just so you know,
every time my wife

was sure the baby was coming,
it arrives a little late.

- I gotta wait longer?
- I'm not--I wasn't saying--

- Oh, come on.
- Just don't stress out.

- It's been how many months?
- Sorry.

- Well, as long as you were
there when it counted.

- Dressed he's not gonna--
- Somebody needs

to say something.
- He's not gonna keep

his mouth shut.
- Hey.

What's going on?

I know this can't be
an intervention

'cause you guys have spent
the last five hours

drinking all my booze.
- We've been talking, Frank.

- Talking about what?
- About Santos.

- Okay, Santos got pinched.

Nothing to worry about.
Good talk.

- What if he rolls on us?

- Jessie's not gonna roll
on the Brotherhood.

He would never do that.
It's not possible.

- He's got that sick kid.
He's not gonna want to do time.

- Yeah, and if he talks,
then what?

I got a kid at home too.

- I got a kid on the way,
Carling, okay?

Relax, all right? All of youse.

I own Santos.

- They got him on lockdown.
How could you own him?

- You have no idea
the leverage I got, okay?

The people I know on the inside
who I'm already talking to.

Santos ain't gonna say a word.

- This kind of thing
didn't happen

before he showed up.

[tense music]

♪

- What kind of thing is it
that you're talking about?

Guy goes moonlighting
on the side,

in over his head,
and I help him out?

Is that what we're
talking about?

- I said what I said.
- But where have you been?

I'm the only one
who helped Santos out.

I've been the only one.
I was there for him.

I'm there for you guys.

And if you want to keep
opening your big mouth,

I'm happy to talk with you
out in the street.

- Okay, okay.
Let's just settle it down.

- I know.
- Okay.

- I apolog--
- You all right?

You okay?
- I apologize for that.

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good.

- Guys, listen up.

I'm making Stabler
my official number two.

♪

- Why?
- Because I have to make

decisions that benefit
all of us.

That's my decision.

It's called succession.

I want somebody I can trust
at the top.

He's that someone.

- You going somewhere, Frank?
- No.

But if I do,
you'll be the first to know.

We good?

Okay.

Party's over, guys.

♪

- Which is incredibly exciting.

She's a contemporary
East African sculptor

who's all about
what she likes to call

"the ache of transformation
and change."

I'm already getting calls
from Hong Kong and Dubai.

[phone buzzes]

If you'll excuse me.
I'll be right back.

- Yes, yes, yes.

Whoo.

Know what this is, Flip?
- Yeah.

Call them "game-changers."
- Hey.

Stop playing gangster.

And check
this crate count again.

- We did, Mr. Webb.

We're definitely
one crate light.

- Preston, what is so urgent?
You know I'm working.

- The, uh, African shipment
is short.

One of our crates is not here.

- You're saying one
of my sculptures is missing?

- Someone ripped us off.

- I told you
this was a bad idea.

Fix it.

♪

- He waits outside.

- He is Detective
First Grade Elliot Stabler,

my partner and my brother.
Okay?

Anything you say to me
you can say to him.

You pulled me
out of a very important

family event, Preston,
so this better be urgent.

- Somebody stole from me.

- [scoffs]
Stop the presses.

You're a criminal, okay?

Cost of doing business.
- And from my wife.

- Oh, there's the headline,
partner.

Preston Webb's in the doghouse.

[chuckles]

- Better check your tongue,
Donnelly.

- Mr. Webb, who stole from you?
What'd they steal?

- A crate of guns
from East Africa.

- What kind of guns?

- Herstal P90s.

- What's your wife
got to do with it?

- Nothing.

I had the guns hidden
in a crate of art.

- That sounds
like a you problem,

not a me problem, pal.
Come on.

[gunfire]

- Whoa!
[shouting]

What are you doing?

- Let's--let's--
take it down a notch.

Let's relax.

All right, so, Mr. Webb,
you called us here.

What is it that you want
us to do for you?

[suspenseful music]

- I've been testing
a new supply chain.

And somebody got greedy.
I don't know who.

You're detectives, detect.

- Okay, we'll take the job.

For a price.

And the price is 50K
to get the guns.

- And you bring me
the thief.

- Okay. We'll be in touch.

- Hey...

♪

- What the hell was that?

- Webb is a little tense.

- No, I'm talking about you.
"We'll take the job"?

I made you my number two,
not number one, clear?

- Yeah, clear, Frank.
- Great.

Let's go get those guns
and make that 50K.

[tense music]

♪

- We did a workup
on your phone, Jessie.

We can get
all those text messages.

And we've been
watching you for months,

so why don't you tell me
about the stolen diamonds?

- I don't know
about any diamonds, Sarge.

- Okay.

What about Hurley?

The jeweler? He's missing.

Either you did something to him
or Donnelly did.

Now I'm gonna put
my money on Donnelly.

[tense music]

You give up a murderer,

and you walk
from the robbery charge.

♪

Why don't you start talking
to me about the Brotherhood?

- What brotherhood?

- Just like Donnelly
taught you.

Shut up and take the fall.

You keep stonewalling,

you're gonna go down
for the whole Brotherhood

and not just for this robbery.

[phone buzzes]

Make the smart choice, Jessie.

♪

You're talking "cop killers"?

- Different model,
but just as deadly.

- How many?
- Webb didn't say.

- Well, what did he say?

- Not much.
Things got testy.

- Testy?
- Yeah, gun-testy.

- Wait, you pulled
your weapon on Webb?

- No, Webb pulled
his weapon on us.

I was the peacemaker.

I felt uncomfortable
with that role too.

- All right, everybody,
listen up.

A crate of Herstal P90s
belonging to Preston Webb

went missing.
Street-name, "Game-changers."

The fire 5.7 millimeter
jacketed rounds.

They'll pierce
through most any body armor.

- Shipment originated
in East Africa,

but was smuggled through
Cassandra Webb's gallery.

- We need to focus
on those details.

Africa.
Let's follow that trail.

And this whole
art gallery ruse,

let's figure out
what that process is.

- I'll do a deep dive
on Cassandra's gallery.

- Most important thing,
we need to find the guns

before the street
finds the guns.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- We're closed.
- Morning.

Here to see Cassandra Webb.
It's personal.

- Isn't it always?

Cassandra's not seeing
walk-ins right now--

or ever.

- Okay, thank you.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
We're closed.

- Mm.
- Can I help you?

- I hope so.
Detective Stabler.

I'm working with your husband
to find the, uh,

missing artwork.

- Oh, well, I'm not sure
what kind of help

I can provide you--
I don't normally get involved

with my husband's
business dealings.

He's construction, I'm art.

There's not much overlap there.

- Well, I don't know
much about art, so.

Interesting pieces.

- You know, a friend of mine
once told me

there are three types
of people in the world.

- Mm-hmm?
- There are those who see,

there are those who see
when shown,

and those who will never see.

- Oh.

- What type of person
do you think you are?

- Well, these eyeballs
have been around for a while,

so they see pretty well.
How much is that?

There's no price tag.

- It's a conversation.
- I bet it's some conversation.

But what do I know,
I'm just a cop.

- [chuckles]
You don't fool me.

I can always spot
a man with taste.

It's in your sense
of admiration.

It's very nuanced.

- [chuckles]
Well, I--

I think you give me
too much credit.

- I don't think so.

- Yeah.

So I was hoping to get

the, uh, name
of your shipping company.

- Why didn't you ask
my husband?

- We never got the chance.

Our last conversation
got a little salty.

- Huh.

I use Escher-Ohara.

I mean, Norman Escher,
he can be a pain in the ass,

but he is
the best in the business.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

- Good luck with your show.

- Good luck with your search.

♪

- Hey.

- Oh.
Who the hell are you?

What are you doing here?

- We're looking
for missing property.

- Belongs to Preston Webb.
You know him?

- My company deals
with a great many people.

- Shipments sent
to Cassandra Webb's gallery.

[tense music]

Still nothing?
- My clients are confidential.

- Oops.
- Ahh, ahh.

That is a Ming vase.

That is 600 years old.

- Relax, your insurance
will take care of it.

I'm sure you got receipts
for all this stuff.

- Are you implying
that this man's collection

might have fallen off
the back of an antique truck?

I wonder how much
this one's worth.

Hmm.

[canvas ripping]
- Ahh.

[groans]
- Probably less now, right?

- I'm calling the police.

We are the police,
you pretentious turd.

Now, where is the crate
that you stole

from Preston Webb?
- I don't know.

I didn't steal it.

- I wish you would stop
playing games,

'cause right now I'd like
to play a game I call

"Clean Up In Aisle Seven."
- Okay, look, look, look.

I hired a new
security company recently.

- What's the name?

- Korda. They're new.

But everybody in the industry
is using them

because they have connections
at the ports of entry.

- Mm-hmm.

- You got a contact number?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I like this.

- We got it.

- Thanks, pal.
- [gasps]

- I know this outfit, Korda.
- Yeah?

- It's a big side hustle
for Port Authority cops.

- Well, so we're looking
for a cop.

- There's a good chance.

- Cop or no cop,
Webb will kill him.

.

- You ever gonna tell me
about that tattoo, Dad?

- What do you mean?
- The one on your back.

Two playing cards.
A ten and a three?

- Mm-hmm.

It's nothing.
It's just a cop thing.

- Yeah, I figured
it was a cop thing,

so I looked it up.

10-3 is a radio code.

It means "stop transmitting."

Police slang for a--
a code of silence.

- Well, I tell you what,
I am going

to now exercise that code.

Why don't we talk
about this some other time?

- Really?
You know, I've been

defending you to all my friends

about why you got suspended
or transferred,

or whatever,
and now you show up

with some creepy tattoo?
Like--

let me know when's
a good time for you.

I--I'll see if it works for me.

[pensive music]

♪

- Boy, he reminds me of you
at that age,

always demanding answers
from your father.

- Let's not talk about Pops.

- Your father loved you,
Elliot.

- Would have been nice
to have heard that

from his mouth.

- Boy, you better learn
how to let go of the past,

or you're never gonna be
free of it.

- I'm working on it.

- You're working on it?

Elliot, there's not
a photograph of him

around here to show his
grandson for God's sakes.

I know you stuffed

all of those photo albums
I made in the storage unit.

But you know, I--
I didn't make them

just for you.

I made them
just as much for him.

[sighs]

♪

- Take the chill off.
- Yeah, no, I'm good.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Your loss.

- Hey, how's Bridget doing?

- You know, like any woman

in late stages of pregnancy,
she's ornery as hell.

I almost feel bad fooling
around on her, you know?

- [laughs]
- What?

- Jeez.

She's not young
and pretty enough for you, man?

- Dude, she's nine months.
I got needs.

- Ahh, well, they do say

you ain't a cop until you're
on your second marriage.

- Yep.

- You ever think about
what it means, you know,

growing up
with a dad on the job?

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.

I can still smell
the shoe polish

and the gun oil.
- Mm.

- Yeah.

- What do you think
you would have been

if you'd been a civilian?

- Probably be doing
the same thing,

you know,
except minus the shield.

I was stealing stuff
and cracking heads

by the time I was ten, so.

I think my old man saw
I was headed for the can

and decided to kind of
push me into police work.

You know?
- Mm-hmm.

- What about you?

- Architect.
- What?

- [sighs]

- What the hell happened?

- The old man
beat that out of me.

But no regrets. You know.

- Right.

Hey.

Ready to play
a little bad cop, bad cop?

- Who you gonna be?
- One guess.

- [screams]
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Police.
- What the hell's going on?

- Police.
- Hey.

I'm on the job, douchebags.

- Yeah, we can see that
Officer Harkins.

But we're actually here
to, uh, talk to you

about something else.

Your work with the--

an entity called Korda.
- You can go, Missy.

This ain't about you.

- Oh, woah, woah.
I already paid her.

- Yeah, now you're tipping her.

- Hey, that's my money!

- Ahh!
- Enough, all right?

[tense music]

Where's the guns?

- Go screw yourself.
[grunts]

- Okay, tough guy.
Huh? Huh? Huh?

So you want to tell me
where you got the guns?

- Not a chance in hell.
[gunshot]

[groaning]
- How about now? Huh?

Tell me now.
- No.

[gunshot]

All right. All right.

Listen to me.

My partner's gonna shoot you
in your head

with your own weapon
unless you start

answering questions.

There's nothing
I can do about it.

You're the one with the answer.

Now, where are the guns?

- I...don't know.
I don't know.

- All right, shoot him.
- Br--Br--Braden. Braden.

- What?
- He's a customs broker.

- What's a customs broker?
- What's a customs broker?

- He--he's a guy
who works at JFK

with access
to high-end shipping.

He took the guns.

Guy thinks Webb
isn't greasing him enough.

He paid me to look
the other way that night.

- Wow, squeezing Preston Webb.

I didn't think it was possible

to find a guy
dumber than you are,

but apparently we're gonna.

Okay, let him go.

- It's a flesh wound.
Just apply pressure.

- [groans]

- This is mine.
That's yours.

- [groaning]

- Hey, I thought we were doing
bad cop, bad cop?

- Eh, I felt like
being good cop.

.

- Got a name for you.

Braden.
He's a customs broker at JFK.

Run it,
let me know what you find.

[door rattling]

[sentimental music]

♪

Jet, I need a favor from you.

- Is that from Harkins?
- No, it's personal.

- Whoa. Super 8?

- Mm-hmm.
- Very cool.

- Yeah.
- Is it, like, vintage porn?

- Do I look like
the kind of guy

who would share porn
with a coworker?

- Probably not.

- [chuckles]
They're home movies.

Could you digitize them for me?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Really, thank you.

It means a lot to me.

Where's Sarge?
- Watching Santos.

She brought in his wife.
She thinks working

the family angle
might make him talk.

[suspenseful music]

- Just tell them
what they want to know, Jessie.

- I can't.
- She's sick!

She needs you. I need you!

- Don't worry, Rosaria.
I got this.

- [weeps]

- I'm gonna be there for her,
I promise.

- He is gonna throw
his whole life away.

And for what?

Loyalty? A tattoo?

- That's how strong
the Brotherhood is.

♪

- Psst. Psst.

- [whispering] Stabler?
- Shh.

♪

- What are you doing here?

- I used to work here,
remember?

I told them I had some stuff
I had to get out.

But...

I really came to see you.

How you doing?
- [scoffs]

- What have you told them?

- Nothing.

- It's not good
that they got you here.

- Why?

- You should be uptown
at Metro.

The fact that they've
got you in the task force,

that means that they've got
something on you.

- [sighs]
So what should I do?

- [sighs]

I don't know, man.

You gotta give them something.

- You know I can't.

- Jessie, I've seen
a lot of good cops go down.

I don't want to watch
that happen to you.

- [sighs]

[sniffs]
[clears throat]

So what should I give them?

- They don't want
Parnell or Yoshida.

- Donnelly?

♪

- I got five kids.

If it were me,
I'd let the world burn

to protect any one of them.

But that's just me.

- How'd it go?

- I gave him
something to think about.

- All right, y'all,
let's talk about

how it's gonna go down tonight.

- So we got a customs broker

by the name of Victor Braden.

He's got Webb's guns.

- What's a customs broker?
- Middle men.

They clear shipments
for imports, exports.

They're, uh,
private contractors,

so they've got
a lot of authority,

but very little oversight.

- Sounds like a shady setup.

- Well, be that as it may,
Donnelly has reached out

to negotiate,
but since Preston Webb

doesn't negotiate
with anyone who rips him off,

Donnelly and I
are gonna go there

and politely tell him
that if he enjoys living,

he's gonna give us those guns.

[tense music]

♪

[phone rings]

Hey, where are you?
You're late.

- Sorry, pal, can't make it.

- What do you mean
you can't make it?

- Ah, it's a long story.

I--I'll explain
when I see you, okay?

You take this one, partner.

- You're good
with me going solo?

- Yeah.
You're my number two, right?

Piece of cake.

Listen, I gotta roll.

Let me know when it's done.

♪

[line trilling]

[phone rings]
- Yeah?

- Donnelly bailed.

- What do you mean he bailed?

- He bailed on me.

And he didn't give me
a reason why.

- Is this a setup?

- No, I just think
it's Donnelly being Donnelly.

- I don't feel good
about this, Stabler.

Let's abort.

- No, no, no.
It'll be all right.

We gotta take our shot.

If we lose those guns tonight,

they're gonna be
on the street, so.

I'll be in and out. I promise.

.

[tense music]

♪

- Hello?

Hello?

Braden?

Victor Braden?

♪

- Who are you?

- I'm Stabler.

- No, you're not.

- Yeah, I'm partners
with Donnelly.

I know we were
both supposed to meet here.

And, uh, he just called me
and said he couldn't make it,

so--
- No!

[sniffs]

No.

I'm supposed to meet Donnelly.

I don't know you. Who are you?

- Name's Stabler.

- Where's the money?

- In my car.

- I don't like this.

I don't like you.

- I'm just here
to do business, my man.

- You got a gun, right?

- Yeah.

- Put it on the ground.

Right now.

- Look, Victor...

[sighs]

This is not a good idea, man.

I'm here on Donnelly's behalf,

just to make
a business transaction.

That's all I'm doing.

I want to give you money,

then I want to take
the merchandise.

That's all--
- I want to see the money.

- Well, I'm happy
to give you the money.

It's in my car.
All I have to do--

[grunting]
- [groaning]

♪

- [grunting]

- It's been awhile.

- Should we go in?

- I haven't got a signal yet.

Maybe they're negotiating.

- [grunting]

[gunshots]

- Shots fired.
- Let's go.

♪

- Deviate from the plan.

This is what happens--
- Police!

- Drop the weapon!
- Drop the gun!

- [grunts]
- Now!

♪

- Told you I needed backup.
- Ugh.

Cuff him.

- [groans]

♪

- That was way too close.

- Yeah, it was.
But we got the guns.

- Well, now we know
the players

and the supply chain,
so we'll get the rest.

- We'll start
vouchering the guns.

- Yep.

Hey.
- Yeah?

If you're looking
for that useless partner

of yours,
he was supposed to be here

an hour ago.

He got hung up on a case,
and he asked me to--

- [groans]

These contractions
are coming big and fast.

I'm not waiting for his ass
to get me to the hospital.

- I'll take you.
I'll take you.

- Oh, God.
[breathes deeply]

What, are we gonna stand here
all day?

- I'm ready right now.
Let's go.

- [yelling]

[sobs]

Oh, God.

I hope you know
how to deliver a baby,

because this one is coming now.

[groans]

[yells]

[breathes quickly]
- Keep breathing.

- Okay, breathing.
Breathing.

[screams]
- I'm gonna call the hospital.

- [moans]
Get it out!

.

- Hey.
[chuckles]

- So tell me, does he look

like you or the wife?

- Fortunately the wife,
I think.

- Thank God.
Thank God, man.

- Dude, thank you. Big time.

I know it's a cliché,
but that--I saw it.

I was there.

It was the most incredible
friggin' moment of my life.

- What happened to, uh,
man belongs

at the bar on the corner...
- Oh, that's--

- With a cigar--
- Come on, that's--

Bridget was right.
I'm an idiot.

- [chuckles]
- Oh, my God.

I gotta tell you, man.
- Well, here.

- What?
- You get the best

of both worlds.
- Come on.

Perfect.

- We'll get you
halfway there, right?

You gotta see this kid.
Full head of hair.

Mm.

- Boys, put that out.

You lost your damn mind?

[lighter clicks]

- So what happened?

- I have no idea,
the cops just showed up.

What happened with you?

- Yeah, well, remember
that chick I told you about

I was seeing on the side?
- Mm-hmm.

- I got an SOS from her.

Her ex showed up,
started slapping her around.

So I had to go pay him a visit.

Beat him up pretty good.

I'm sorry, dude.
I should have--

um, you know what?
I'll go talk to Webb.

I'll make it right.
- Mm-mm-mm.

I'll deal with Webb.

Enjoy your wife
and your newborn.

- Okay.

I think--yeah, I think
Bridget wants me

to stick around.

And the thing is,
I think I actually--

I want to stick around.
- Mm.

- You know?
It's something, right?

- Something.
- Yeah.

- Every time.
- Every time.

[phone ringing]
It's unbelievable.

- I'm gonna shut this off.

I'm sorry, I gotta take this.

Hey, what's up?

- Santos gave us Hurley.

- Where?
- Archmore Cemetery.

Donnelly buried him
in someone else's tomb.

Then he bragged
about it to Santos.

He said, "No one looks
for a body in a graveyard."

[suspenseful music]

- Sounds like him.

Look, I can't talk right now.

So, uh, let's pick
this up later?

- Okay.
- All right.

I love you too. Bye-bye.

It's my son.

- Listen, man.

[sighs]
Thank you for this.

- It's nothing.
- No, it--it was everything.

You really had my back
in this situation.

- Well, look, you're welcome,

but what's
number two for, right?

Take the heat off number one.
- This goes beyond that.

You know, this is--

you were
like a brother here, man.

In this deal.

You know? You really were.

[sentimental music]

Come here. Bring it in.

Come on.
I'm serious, come here.

It means a lot.

- I'm a little embarrassed.

- Don't be.
- Go see your bride.

♪

[door rumbling]

- That box doesn't look
big enough

to be holding my guns.

- No, it's not.

- Where's Donnelly?

- He missed the meet.
His wife had a baby.

- You got my P90s?

- No. They were confiscated.

- Where'd the five-0
come from?

- I have no idea.

I'll tell you one thing,

this new supply chain of yours,
it sucks.

I mean, maybe you got
a leak there.

And this Braden guy,
he's out of his mind.

- You hear that, Hugo? Hmm?

Mission unaccomplished.
That's what he came to tell me.

- [clicks tongue]

- Mr. Webb,
you're a businessman.

[tense music]

It's one crate of guns.

You--maybe you just
chalk it up to breakage.

♪

- See this blade?
- Yeah.

- This blade is so sharp
it cuts right through--

through bone like it's paper.
- Hmm.

- You just say the word,
Mr. Webb.

- I got that for you.

♪

- We good?

And from now on
you deal with me.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- What are you taking
pictures of, man?

What are you taking
pictures of?

♪

- Hey.

- So Donnelly didn't get
the guns.

- No.

But one of his guys
brought this back.

- Detective Stabler.
- Yeah, you know him.

- Yeah, he's a smart cop.

Donnelly's getting unreliable.

He's unstable. Scares me.

- Yeah, well...

maybe he should be
scared of you.

[both chuckle]

- Smells nice.
Be right back.

[sentimental music]

♪

[tense music]

♪

[wolf howls]